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chaosgoblinhours · 1 year
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rotating 'au where fox somehow never made it to coruscant and crashed on tython where he just vibes with the local passive wildlife and strange force-imbued shenanigans until suddenly why are there people on my planet wtf are they doing what do they mean the war is over?' in my head
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sirloozelite · 4 years
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Prompt: Both Ahsoka and Kanan get couched on the same night. They decide to meet up for a few drinks (which turns into many drinks) and both return home drunk which gets them couched again.
Hey anon... here is the prompt all written out for you as promised. Hope you like it. I took your idea and expanded it a bit, as well as changed a few things around to fit an idea I’ve had for a while. Don’t worry though, it still keeps what you requested intact, just in a different way that I doubt you will be expecting. Hope it’s not too depressing. 
Enjoy
Oh, and I will be uploading this to my fanfic/archive account as well as a parting gift before I vanish for a bit, so yay for that. XD
Ahsoka and Kanan ‘Couched’ Prompt
“Oh come on Hera! It was just a small mission! Ahsoka needed my help!”
The only response Kanan got was the slamming of a door in his face, one that narrowly missed impacting his nose in the process. Kanan supposed that at least was lucky. Dealing with both a pissed off wife and a broken nose was not something he needed right now. 
Sighing to himself, Kanan turned on his heel and allowed the Force to guide him. He may not be able to see with his eyes anymore, but he still knew his way around places he was familiar with. The hallway leading from the spare bedroom in the Tano-Larte residence was no different. 
It had started out innocently enough. Both Kanan and Hera had decided to pay Ahsoka and Kaeden a visit for their monthly catch up. As the only other couple they really knew and enjoyed spending time with, it had become something of a tradition to visit the apartment in the middle of the fields of Alderaan’s moon. 
At first it had gone well. The four had caught up, traded stories, and even played a round of Sabacc with each other. Kaeden had somehow won, a feat that had astonished the two Force users in the room. 
And then that damn bird had arrived! Morai, Ahsoka called her. 
Kanan had nothing against the bird personally. In fact, he loved animals. 
Morai however had not been nice that day. Upon arrival she had dropped a small holorecorder onto the table in the middle of the seventh round of Sabacc, one with a recorded message from Maul.
That one message had opened up a can of worms for both Ahsoka and Kanan. Maul had proceeded to thank them both for their help in investigating a Sith Temple, and thwarting a Sith cult from rising again. 
Naturally, both Hera and Kaeden had been furious. They had demanded to know why they hadn’t been told about the mission and what it entailed. They had demanded to know why they hadn’t thought it wise to inform their partners of the possible dangers. 
And then, stupidly, Ahsoka had said that they didn’t want to worry them, and that it wasn’t really all that dangerous in the first place!
Kaeden had stormed out at that point, disappearing up stairs with a distraught Togruta pursuing her. 
Hera meanwhile had thrown her drink at Kanan, before retreating upstairs to the spare bedroom, but not before banishing him from the bed for the night. 
So now Kanan found himself heading back down the stairs alone, without any company for the night. 
Still, it could be worse. At least he’d have a semi decent place to sleep. 
Or so he thought. 
Upon entering the living room of Ahsoka’s apartment he sensed the presence of the Togruta herself, as well as heard her quiet mumbling to herself. The Force projected an image of the Togrutan woman, curled up on the couch, the very same couch he had intended to make his bed for the night. 
Realizing what had happened, Kanan sighed and spoke. 
“You too huh?”
“Yep.” Came the reply from Ahsoka, before she turned over and sat up, hands resting on her head. Her signature in the Force was one of deep distraught. Clearly Kaeden wasn’t happy with her if she too had been banished to the couch, and Ahsoka being Ahsoka, she was taking it very badly. 
Moving over to sit next to her, Kanan wrapped an arm around Ahsoka’s shoulders, offering what comfort he could. He knew this feeling well. 
“We should have told them, shouldn’t we?” 
“Probably, though if we had done they'd only insisted on coming along too, and we both know that’s exactly what we were trying to prevent.” Kanan replied to Ahsoka question, recalling their discussion before heading off on the mission in the first place. They hadn’t wanted Kaeden or Hera to worry about them as they so often did. It wasn’t like they were going alone after all. They had each other, and Maul, to watch their backs. 
Besides, Sith Temples were not the sort of place either Kanan or Ahsoka wanted their partners visiting. 
Still, it had resulted in both of them being banished to the couch, so now they would have to make the most of it. 
Patting the Togruta on the back, Kanan rose from beside her and moved over to a nearby cupboard in the kitchen, the Force guiding him all the way, painting the image before him as he moved. Upon reaching the cupboard he sought, Kanan opened the door, moving his hand inside to extract a tall bottle of wine that Kanan himself had gifted Ahsoka for her lifeday. Now seemed like a good time to open and share it.
Returning to the couch with wine bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other, Kanan sat back down beside Ahsoka, placing both glasses down on the table before the couch and pouring them a glass of wine each. 
“Thanks.” Came Ahsoka’s response as she reached forward and picked up her glass, downing the entire contents in one gulp. 
“Might want to slow down there buddy. You don’t exactly handle your drink well from what I remember.”  Kanan spoke, reaching a hand out to stop Ahsoka from pouring herself a second glass. 
“Why the kriff not. I can’t do anything right it seems. May as well just sit back and accept my fate. Not like anyone would miss me if I died of liver failure after all is it?”
Despite his lack of vision, Kanan’s eyes widened in surprise at Ahsoka’s words. Did the Togruta really think that no one cared for her? Had Kaeden banishing her to the couch had such a profound effect on her that she was contemplating drinking herself to death?!
Kanan knew from personal experience just how dangerous a mindset that was. He had once been nothing but a drunken outcast, grieving over the loss of his Master and the betrayal of the Clones he had called his friends. What Ahsoka was going through was different, but at the same time much the same. She had, in her mind, tried to protect Kaeden.
And Kaeden had responded harshly, kicking her out of her own bed. Ahsoka owned the apartment after all. If anyone should have left it should of been Kaeden. 
But she hadn’t left. Kaeden could have very well packed her bags. Instead, she had chosen to stay, albeit separate from her partner for the night, but she was still here.
“Perhaps I should have just stayed behind when the Death Star exploded. Everyone knows I’ve got darkness inside of me. Safer for you all if I hadn’t come back really. Or maybe I should have just let Vader kill me on Malachor.”
“Ok, that’s enough of that.” Kanan interrupted, keeping his voice steady, even with the heartbreak he was currently feeling. How could Ahsoka even think like that? It was only a small argument that had happened. Nothing worth contemplating one's own mortality. 
Oh perhaps there was something more. Ahsoka had always kept her cards close to her chest. She didn’t reveal anything she didn’t want or need to. If Kanan were to guess, Ahsoka had likely been carrying around some inner guilt or self hatred for years over what had happened. 
And now that she was at one of the lowest points he had ever seen her, it was all coming out. 
Kanan was just glad that he was the one to receive it. He understood better than anyone else what it meant to be lost. 
“Enough of what!” Ahsoka spat in reply, pushing aside Kanan’s hand and grabbing the bottle of wine again, pouring a second glass and consuming it equally as quick as the first one. 
“Thinking you’re not worth something Ahsoka. I know better than most what that feels like, and I sympathise with you I do. I could say many things about how you are being ridiculous or pathetic and a coward, but none of those would help, nor would any false pleasantries that people so often pass around about feeling sorry for you and understanding that you need some time. None of those help in my experience.”
“So what does Caleb!” Ahsok spat again, using Kanan’s previous name in an obvious attempt to anger him. It didn’t work. As far as he was concerned, Ahsoka was one of two people allowed to use that name in private. The other was naturally Hera, but the Twi’lek refused. 
“Well, slowing down on the wine would help first Ahsoka.” Kanan replied, taking a gentle sip of his own drink in the process before continuing. “All you need to know is that if for some reason someone decided to harm even a single metaphorical hair on your body, they would very quickly become public enemy number one with lots of people in this universe. Kaeden, Maul, Obi-Wan, Ezra, myself and Hera, hell, even Hondo would hunt down whoever so much as hurt you to the end of the galaxy, or even to the end of other galaxies and make them suffer, just as you would do for us.”
“And what if it’s not someone hurting me physically? How do you make a mental state suffer?” Ahsoka replied, her voice quieter now, bordering on tears. 
“I’ll admit that's one of the hardest fights out of all of them. Seriously they make facing Sidious seem like a simple levitation trick.”
Kanan’s response got a small chuckle out of the Togruta, for which Kanan was glad. Just that alone proved that Ahsoka was fighting against whatever mental stress she was suffering through. 
“In all seriousness though, all you can do is take it one day at a time. Every time you make it to the end of one day, you’ve beaten whatever mental stress you have. The more you do that, the less of a grasp it will have over you, no matter how many times it tries to come back in whatever form it pleases.”
Ahsoka nodded her head slowly, her signature in the Force calming from the rapturous storm it had been moments earlier, understanding settling in.
“So, you don’t think Kaeden’s gonna leave me?” Again, Ahsoka’s voice was timid and on the edge of tears. 
And once again, Kanan knew exactly how she felt. He too had wondered in the past if Hera would just abandon him after an argument. He had over time realized that she would never do such a thing, and if Kanan knew Kaeden well enough, he knew that she too would never leave Ahsoka. 
And if she did…
“She won’t leave you Ahsoka… and if for some selfish reason she did, then once again, we’d all hunt her down and make her pay. No one stabs our friend in the back and gets away with it.”
Kanan’s comment was meant to appear as a jest, something that again Ahsoka chuckled at, a grateful smile coming to her face. Despite that, Kanan knew full well that part of his comment was not a jest. If anyone ever dared hurt his hero… well…
Nothing would stop him from avenging her. 
“Thanks Kanan. I’ll try not to let it get me down anymore. I just…” Ahsoka began to speak again, her tone more stable this time, yet still shaky. 
“It’s hard, I know. You don’t need to explain yourself to me Ahsoka. Just know that I’m always up for a chat if need be.” Kanan interrupted, finishing Ahsoka’s word for her. She needn’t struggle anymore than she currently was. 
“Yeah.. ok. Thanks buddy.”
“Anytime buddy.”
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Hours passed by with both members of the ‘couched’ squad finding little to do but talk. Both of their minds were too occupied to sleep. 
The bottle of wine had slowly been consumed more through the night. Upon realizing how quickly she had drunk her first two glasses, Ahsoka had promptly slowed down, drinking her third one at a much slower pace. 
As it turned out, that third drink had been her last. Kanan had gone on the drink the rest of the wine by himself, bringing his total to five glasses, a feat that also led to the bottle being completely empty. 
In the end, both had dozed off, Ahsoka curled up on the couch as before, whilst Kanan took to the large armchair. It hadn’t been the most comfortable night of his life, but it could have been worse. 
Waking up to a slight headache from the alcohol, Kanan’s first thoughts were to the sounds of movement in the kitchen. Widening his already partially dulled senses, Kanan reached out with the Force to find Ahsoka, up and on the move, preparing what looked like a breakfast for the four of them. 
Rising from his chair, Kanan called out to Ahsoka. 
“Hey? You doing ok after last night? Hold your alcohol alright?”
“Yeah, surprisingly, just a minor headache. How about you?” Ahsoka responded, shooting him a smile that Kanan could see through the Force in the process. 
“Same here. Making something nice?”
“Yeah. Figured it’d be a nice apology for them both. I did drag you along on that mission after all.”
“Quit blaming yourself Ahsoka. I volunteered to help.”
“Maybe. But thanks again for last night.”
Sending a rush of support through the Force to Ahsoka, Kanan moved towards the table where the empty wine glasses and bottle still stood. 
However, upon reaching down to pick them up and move them to be washed, an aggravated voice echoed throughout the room. 
“Are you kidding me! We kick the two of you out for the night for a damn good reason, and you come down here and drink alcohol all night! I bet the two of you were laughing at us all kriffing night!”
“Kaeden I… it’s not…”
“No… it’s exactly how it looks Ahsoka! Don’t think your coming back to bed tonight! And don’t think making a breakfast is gonna make up for it either!”
The anger in Kaeden’s voice was shocking, so much so that even Hera, who had entered behind the human woman now had a complete look of surprise on her face. 
Hera’s reaction however, nor Kaeden’s anger were what Kanan was focusing on. Instead, all his attention was directed towards Ahsoka, and they way he felt her spirits shatter, instantly undoing all the repair he had helped her achieve the previous night. 
“Ahso….”
Kanan barely got two syllables into her name before a loud crash echoed throughout the apartment, the shattering of plates following it. 
Self hatred had overtaken the Togruta, resulting in her flipping all of the pots and pans she had prepared food with over onto the floor, several plates following them and breaking into many sharp pieces. It occurred to Kanan in that moment that Ahsoka was barefooted and surrounded by various sharp objects that would easily puncture skin. 
“Oh yeah, real mature Ahsoka. Just can’t accept the fact that your wrong.”
Kanan flinched at the harshness of the words that left Kaeden’s mouth, knowing in that moment it was the wrong thing to say to the Togruta who was suffering.
Ahsoka’s response was exactly what Kanan expected it would be. The Togruta huffed before moving across the kitchen, stepping on sharp fragments of broken plates in the process without a care in the world, likely slicing into the skin in the process. 
The Togruta stormed through the room, past Kaeden and Hera, ignoring both of them in the process, before heading out into the hallway and out of sight. 
The only indication of where Ahsoka had gone that Kanan got was the loud slam of the front door, followed by the slamming down of mental shields in his mind, blocking everything and everyone out. 
In that moment, anger roused within Kanan. He had told Ahsoka last night what he would do to anyone who messed with her. Kaeden was no exception. 
“What the hell is wrong with you!” Kanan boomed across the room, turning all her attention to Kaeden, who looked back at him with shock. 
“What?” Came Kaeden’s response, clearly not understanding why Kanan was so angry at her. She would regret that. 
“That! You know for a qualified Doctor you certainly suck at figuring some things out!”
“Excuse me!”
“Kanan?”
Kaeden’s own anger was directed at Kanan now, whilst Hera was watching with deep concern. 
But Kanan didn’t care. He would make Kaeden see just how wrong she was, and just how fragile Ahsoka currently was. 
“The sole reason we didn’t tell you about the mission was because we didn’t want to worry the two of you! However, instead of having faith in us, the pair of you reacted instead with anger rather than understanding! Hera I can understand, that’s the sort of relationship we have! But you Kaeden?! Are you even aware of the effect your reaction had on Ahsoka!!!”
“What are you saying Kanan?” Hera’s soft voice responded for Kaeden, the dark skinned woman currently stunned at the way the normally calm and serene blind Jedi was outright shouting at her. 
Pushing himself on, Kanan continued. 
“Your girlfriend is suffering Kaeden! She thinks that your gonna leave her over this! Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if that was always on her mind! That wine last night? You know what she told me! She said it would have been better if we had left her on the Death Star when it exploded. Or how she wished that Vader had killed her on Malachor! Ahsoka is afraid of her own self! She’s afraid to lose what she has! And by shouting at her and blaming her for trying to keep you safe all you have done if fulfill all of those dark thoughts that Ahsoka is currently having!”
Kaeden face fell in an instant, realization setting in to her. She understood now. 
But Kanan wasn’t done. 
“If you want to keep her by your side Kaeden you need to get out there and find her before it’s too late. Ahsoka was a Rebel Spymaster for years after all. She’s an expert at disappearing! Do you want that to happen?”
“No! I… kriff!”
“Kriff indeed! Let me make one thing clear for you Kaeden! Rex… Maul… hell even Leia… they’d all seek to punish you if you dared harm Ahsoka. But compared to them, anything I would do would be ten times worse. No one, and I mean no one, harms Ahsoka on my watch! Now… get out there and find your girlfriend before I think of something else to say!”
With that Kaeden nodded, turning and sprinting out of the doorway, her voice calling for Ahsoka in the distance. 
Taking a deep breath, Kanan calmed himself down, centring himself in the Force once more. 
“Are you ok?” Hera’s soft voice was quite the contrast to Kanan’s shouting only seconds before, and was a welcome sound to Kanan’s ears. 
“Yeah.. yeah I’m fine. Ahsoka just told me some things last night that reminded me of, well, me. I wanted to help her, so we pretty much just stayed up all night talking. The wine was just there as something to do. I thought I was getting through, but then Kaeden came down and…”
“And she upset Ahsoka without realizing what it was all about, I understand.”
“Do you think they’ll be ok?” Kanan asked, unsure for the first time in several hours. Around Ahsoka he had to be the strong one for now. 
Around Hera however Kanan could reveal his true feelings. He was worried for Ahsoka. She deserved to be happy. 
“They’ll be fine, especially now that Kaeden knows how Ahsoka is feeling.”
“Yeah… I hope so.” Kanan replied, moving over to the kitchen to begin picking up the various broken pieces of plate. 
A few moments passed by before Hera spoke again, this time her voice sounding slightly annoyed. 
“Hang on a minute! Is this the bottle of wine you got Ahsoka for her lifeday to share with us! You two drank it all by yourselves!”
“Um… yes?” 
“... you know your still banished to the couch for this right? Can’t believe you didn’t wait for me or Kaeden to have some too!”
Sighing to himself, a smirk coming to his face in the process, Kanan replied. 
“Yeah… I know.”
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Songbird (SWTOR fic)
Fandom: SWTOR
Pairing: Theron Shan/m!Jedi Knight
Rating: Teen
Words: 1.432
Summary: A short moment between Lelaan and Theron one morning.
(This can take place pretty much any time during KOFE after starting a romance with Theron but, for the sake of having a quiet moment with no end of the galaxy stress, I’ll say it’s between KOTFE and KOTET).
The sweet and comforting tendrils of sleep were slowly ebbing away, giving room to consciousness. Theron became more and more aware of sleep leaving him but he didn’t want to open his eyes just yet. All the reports, analyses, and evaluations could wait a little longer. It was nice and warm under the covers, the mattress made the perfect outline of his body so he could relax just right and, most importantly, his lover’s body next to him offered physical and emotional comfort.
Smiling as much as his relaxed face muscles would allow, he reached out to run his hand over the warm and smooth back that was usually by his side. Except, this time, Theron’s hand was met with air. Cracking open one eye, he saw the other half of the bed was empty and, judging by the coldness of the pillow, it had been empty for a while.
Lelaan usually woke up at the same time as Theron or later, it was unusual for him to wake first. Most of the times it meant he had a lot of work to do, a lot of briefings and debriefings to attend, a lot of reports to read and act on. Theron tried remembering if the Jedi had mentioned anything of the sort the previous night but he didn’t think he did. With a barely visible shrug he concluded it wasn’t anything important, just must have been a lot to do so Lelaan, the ever diligent, probably wanted to get ahead of it all.
Letting out a sigh, the spy pushed himself into a sitting position and stretched his muscles to wake them all up, a sliver of light falling on his face from around the window blinds. Pulling on his pants and shirt, he walked over to the window, retracted the blinds and opened it, letting the fresh air in. It still seemed early and, waking up in a good mood, he decided to have breakfast in; he would call C2-N2 and ask him to bring something from the cantina over. Leaving his shoes and jacket for now, he made his way over to the door separating the bedroom part of Lelaan’s quarters from the living part and stopped, his hand hovering over the control button.
He thought voices were coming from the other side of the door. Straining his hearing a little bit he realized someone was on the other side but the soundproof protocol was activated. Maybe Lelaan had turned it on so as not to disturb him while he worked?
Opening the door, Theron saw why. Also, heard. The Jedi was sitting on the couch in the living area, probably cross-legged, since that was his go-to relaxed sitting position, datapad in one hand while the other made some gestures in the air as he was trying to figure out this or that rhythm or pronunciation. He would first read out a few words, try to find a melody, test it out, try it again, test it out again, and, eventually would continue to sing in the tune of the melody until he hit another snag. Then he would repeat until he pinned down what Theron thought was a verse, after which he would sing that verse beginning to end to test out how it sounds.
The spy must have made a sound or let his aura flash because Lelaan stopped mid lyrics and turned his head slightly. He wasn’t wearing his mask, meaning he hadn’t left even to eat. Inspiration probably hit right after he woke up.
“How long have you been standing there?”, he asked.
“Not nearly long enough.” The spy couldn’t keep the smirk from appearing on his face.
“I thought I activated the soundproofing. Sorry if I woke you.”
“I didn’t hear a thing. Woke up on my own.” Leaving his position of leaning against the doorframe, Theron made his way to the couch. Now he saw there were a lot more datapads than he initially thought, arranged in neat piles. “Didn’t know this about you. You’d think if something came up on Rishi, it’d be something like this.”
Lelaan waited for Theron to sit down next to him before replying. “I used to do this pretty often when I was young. The librarians in the Academy would make compilations of poems and songs for me and the other Padawans always wanted to hear me sing or wanted to sing along with me.” The small spike in Theron’s aura showed him he was interested in hearing more, so Lelaan obliged. “For every Life Day we would prepare in secret to have a small choir performance for the masters and I returned to Tython for the first anniversary of the death of the Kalikory Village Matriarch and sang a song of remembrance with her daughter.” He remembered how much that moment meant to Ranna and the villagers. Commemorating their leader was a show of respect but agreeing to do it, after they had betrayed Lelaan and Master Orgus, was a show of forgiveness, another step towards relations between the villagers and the Jedi improving.
“I haven’t done this since Vitiate.”, he ended, with a sudden drop in the wistfulness of his voice. The shadow of Vitiate’s control still loomed over him and Lelaan doubted it would ever truly dissipate, especially after being reinforced by Valkorion. Different name but the same being and still the same goal; the methods may have been different but the Jedi wasn’t deluding himself about what Valkorion eventually wanted.
Theron’s hand on his thigh, thumb gently moving over the material of his pant leg, offered a small amount of comfort.
“That’s Miralukese, right?”, Theron offered helpfully, pointing at the datapad Lelaan was holding, trying to steer the conversation away from megalomaniacal Sith lords. Lelaan was grateful and immediately complied.
“Yes, I’m trying to find a melody for it and also to figure out the non-verbal parts.”
Theron nodded. He had asked the Jedi to teach him Miralukese a while back, wanting to make an effort to understand his lover’s culture. They encountered difficulty often, since the verbal parts of the language are complimented by non-verbal parts tied to the Force: transmitting emotions, thoughts, images. Theron’s Force blindness was a slight deterrent but he persevered and Lelaan was always encouraging.
“Would you…?”, Theron left the question hanging but it was clear that he asked if Lelaan would sing what he had pinned down up to that point. Smiling, the Jedi brought his attention back to the datapad and, after a few moments of figuring out how to start, began singing.
Theron adjusted himself on the couch, facing Lelaan and putting an arm over the backrest of the couch.
“I think I finally have a pet name for you. It only took me a year.”, he said after Lelaan finished. The smile in his voice was as obvious as the one on his face.
“Oh? And what is it?”
“Songbird.”
The Jedi let out an undignified snort but quickly covered it up. He couldn’t successfully cover up all the chuckles, though. “Don’t call me that. I’m not that good.”
Reaching out his other hand, Theron cupped Lelaan’s jaw, turned his head and pulled him closer. “To me, you have the most angelic voice I’ve heard.”, he whispered low and brought their lips together in a tender kiss. Lelaan felt his knees go weak and was thankful he was sitting down. When Theron decided to turn on the charm he was lost, there was no way he could stand strong against his compliments and certainly not against those lower octaves his voice could reach. He turned a little towards Theron so as not to put a crick in his back and brought one hand up to rest on Theron’s collarbone, the other one painfully holding on to the datapad.
After a few more seconds they broke the kiss but didn’t pull apart. They sat close, foreheads and noses touching, smiling at each other.
“I probably should find something about you that makes me think of a pet name in return.” Lelaan teased. “Something besides Disaster Spymaster, that is.”
“I actually like that.” Theron offered after a hearty laugh. “But it is a bit of a mouthful in bed.”
Another ungraceful snort came from the Jedi and a half hearted slap to the spy’s chest accompanied it.
“So, breakfast?” Theron got up and extended a hand. Lelaan agreed and, placing the datapad on the table, took Theron’s hand, got up, and the two of them walked back to the bedroom to get ready for the day.
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Summaries!
(I’m so sorry these are late.) Artists take a peek at these summaries and have in mind which you would like to work with. Please remember that if you are under 18, you will be paired with a SFW fic. I don’t know which ones fully are which, but there are some clearly NSFW ones, so don’t cling to those. It’s not gonna happen. (I don’t mean to be mean, but this is just how it is.) Anyways, love the ideas folks! 
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★ by @anibun-skywalker [NSFW]
Anakin was a freshman at Coruscant Republic University with a full ride basketball scholarship. His skills had been rumored to have been the best in the area, but of course, only by high school standards. Anakin quickly discovered that the head coach, Obi-Wan Kenobi, was the most attractive man he had ever seen in his life. He only intended his coach to remain just that; his coach. Too bad that didn’t work out like he planned.
★ by @prideandprejudiceandkittens [NSFW]
Anakin and Obi-Wan crash-land on the Planet of the Living Force. And, Anakin being Anakin, finds a glowing cave and walks straight into it. When he comes out, he's not alone. A creature of pure Force-dust and soul, his daemon, walks beside him, powerful enough to manifest daemons in those around her. Now back at the Jedi temple, Anakin, Obi-Wan, Padme, and even Mace and Yoda find their lives destabilized by the presence of their soul, palpable and alive, next to them. (To artists: daemons are animals, an idea taken from His Dark Materials.
★ by @darthvders [NSFW]
So my fic is a professor!Obi-Wan and TA/GA!Anakin au where Anakin has just leaving an abusive relationship with the help of Padmé. Obi-Wan is a Philosophy/Ethics professor and Anakin is his GA /TA who is in graduate school to get his masters in both philosophy and psychology (he's a double major). Obi-Wan doesn't feel like he's ready to take on a GA/TA and comes off as standoffish which leads Anakin to think he hates him. It's a slow burn friends to lovers with Anakin going to therapy and realizing that yes he does deserve to be happy. The abusive relationship is more implied and is only in the first chapter, with the occasional flashbacks. This fic will be nsfw but the nsfw will only be between Anakin and Obi-Wan.
★ by @blumyosotis [SFW~]
Ben was born in a distant Moon where the inhabitants worship and are descended from the Starbird, a great flaming bird that is the personification of the Force. He was sent to the Jedi when he was young and apprenticed under Yoda. Years later, in a mission with Qui-gon Jinn to save the Naboo Queen, they emergency land in the planet Tatooine and there he meets a young boy called Anakin who holds the galaxy in his eyes... and apparently can see his wings. He brings(in a manner of speaking) the child back with him to the Temple. Anakin chooses to become a Jedi to help people and becomes an unofficial padawan of Ben. When he is older, the two goes on missions to help a torn kingdom, rescue royalties, topple a dicatorship, and help incite a slave rebellion. Anakin totally loves his master.
★ by @ninadown [NSFW]
Just smut, and lots of it. #Master kink #daddy kink Obi Wan, Anakin and Padme live in New York in a poly relationship. Obi Wan comes from money and can be a bit arrogant at times. He is a New York Times reader and he also works as a negotiator for the UN, and as such, is a Very Important Person. He has the ear of the president on occasion. Anakin is a bit flighty, and is a very high in demand male model. Not that this has gone to his head…When he’s not obsessing about working out, he’s obsessing about his Master. He has somewhat of a rivalry with Padme when it comes to his Master’s attentions. Padme is a hard working chef at a posh restaurant. She is very competitive and sometimes her work tends to occupy all her time. In fact, she may be a bit of a workaholic. Until she gets distracted by the boys…. Padme loves when her daddy spoils her with attention, it really takes her mind of her stressful job. She may have a competition with Anakin, but at the end of the day when Obi Wan isn’t home they definitely know how to distract each other….
★ by @cuddlykoalas​ [NSFW]
Anakin gets taken in by Sidious when he's still a boy on Tatooine. As a young Sith Lord trying to survive in a galaxy quickly descending into war, he meets Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight, tea provider and all around mother hen. That's not exactly improving his life expectancy, though.
★ by @grayjedii [NSFW]
Recently knighted Anakin Skywalker is assigned a simple transport mission at the Council’s insistence. Upon arriving on Dantooine, Anakin discovers that his “cargo” is a dangerous prisoner whom he must escort to Coruscant where the man will be safely contained in the Jedi Detention Center. However, not all goes as planned, and as Anakin finds out, not everything is quite as it seems concerning the prisoner. Additionally, fresh in the young Jedi’s mind is the death of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn. As he attempts to come to terms with the loss, Anakin is drawn into doubting his past, his beliefs, and the Order itself. Complicating things further, Anakin is unable to resist his fascination with the prisoner, Obi-Wan, and develops a strange attachment to him. It should be unsettling—the extent to which Anakin connects with this man—instead, Anakin finds it all too natural, like stoking a fire that had always been there, lingering between them in long-forgotten dimness. Whispers of the Sith’s return do nothing to quell the situation, and somehow, Anakin finds himself falling not to the darkness, but for Obi-Wan.
★ by @ice-mint​ [NSFW BY DEFAULT]
Anakin lives a boring life in his mother's farm near the dessert Town of Tatooine and works in a minumun wage job. All of that is going to change when he witneses an ongoing mission and picks up the dashing J.E.D.I knight Obi Wan Kenobi. In a world in the verge of war Anakin Skywalker may have what it takes to become part of a shady organisation and stop a tyrant from gaining ultimate power. (I dont know yet if there will be smut, but count on lewd jokes and make out sessions,)
★ by @selcier​ [NSFW BY DEFAULT]
Anakin decides that in order fulfill his prophecy of the Chosen One, he needs to take up the Father’s demand to stay on Mortis. Anakin believes that this will enable the War to end quickly. Obi-wan supports his decision with the caveat that he be allowed communication with Anakin. He is proud of Anakin for putting aside his worldly wants in order to follow the guidance of the Force. However, over the course of Anakin’s stay on Mortis, he begins to lose less and less of himself while become immersed the Force. He lacks initiative and is distant from the events in the rest of the galaxy. Obi-wan finds this change disturbing and eventually realizes his attachment to Anakin after the parts of his personality are lost to lethargy. Also, Anakin’s actions do not seem to affecting the War in the Republic’s favor. More and more systems are falling under Separatist control, the Senate bogged down in committees and inaction and the Jedi are decreasing in numbers. On a mission to Onderon with Ahsoka (whose training Obi-wan has taken over), Obi-wan feels the lack of motion in the War and chooses to aid the rebel group in guerrilla tactics. His methods are beyond the scope of self-defense and the Council deems them Terroristic in nature. He is ordered to return to Coruscant. Instead, Obi-wan finishes his task and decides to liberate Anakin from Mortis. Anakin wakes up in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant to find that he has missed two years of the War. He is frustrated that his actions were in vain and angry at the Force for its deception. He finds out that Obi-wan has been Court Martialed for his actions and is being held in a GAR military prison. Eventually, they have words about their goals and expectations while Obi-wan is awaiting trial. (This story will probably play out in a nonlinear fashion with hints to past Obikin interactions. Clearly there’s no ending yet!) 
★ by @stopaskingme​ [NSFW BY DEFAULT]
[AU] Obi-Wan is a hermit, herding shaak on the grassy dunes of Osten, Stewjon. He had no intention of attending the Skywalker clan's annual gathering of Force-users. Until the Prime Minister of Stewjon came begging at his door.
★ by @thishereanakinguy [NSFW BY DEFAULT]
Post-ROTS AU. Anakin makes the right decision in Palpatine's office, but ends up suffering the consequences. Effects of the Force Lightning has damaged his health, and Padme has still died, the twins with her. In mourning, Anakin struggles to piece his life back together. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is tasked by the Council to keep an eye on their Chosen One: he made the right choice once, but could they trust him to do it again? Could they trust him not to cause himself harm? Short answer is no. Long answer is Obi-Wan and Anakin dance around each other and their feelings until they can't anymore.
★ by @askgrelf​ [NSFW BY DEFAULT]
In the wake of his premature death, Anakin is left trapped in the physical realm as a Ghost. Confused and troubled, with pieces of his past left unfixed and broken, he struggles to come to terms with what was his reality as truths, lies and corruption are revealed in a twisted puzzle between the Jedi and Sith. All the while watching helpless as Obi-Wan begins to succumb to the fate that should have been his. All while slowly fading away out of existence - and the Force - eternally as he and his master both remain lost afoot. (Heavy angst, inspired by the song "Dear Agony").
★ by @imaginaryanon​ [SFW~]
Modern day London; Anakin Skywalker, a young man who's accidentaly always in trouble with the law, is in bigger trouble than usual. He's about to get his ass locked up when a fancy, suit-wearing stranger arranges for him to be discharged. The stranger introduces himself as Obi-Wan Kenobi and leaves Anakin with more questions than answers as well as an address of a tailor shop in Savile Row. But not before he takes Anakin for a drink at a local pub and, after they're rudely interrupted, proceeds to beat up four grown men into unconsciousness without so much as breaking a sweat. "Well fuck me," Anakin whispers in shocked awe. "At least buy me dinner first," Obi-Wan replies, grinning. [basically a Kingsman AU but, like, even gayer]
★ by @musicandfandomtrash​ [SFW]
Anakin goes missing in the outer rim and it's up to Obi-Wan to find him. But after almost a year of searching, he's beginning to lose hope. With Satine dead and Ahsoka gone, he's isolated and lonely. He never had the chance to tell Anakin what he truly meant to him. And now he's afraid he never will. When Obi-Wan is sent a planet in the outer rim, he meets a very young girl who may have the information he's been so desperately searching for. Will this be what leads Obi-Wan to his love? Or will this supposed lead turn into a trap?
★ by @skywalkerssassyginger​ [NSFW BY DEFAULT]
As far as he knew, Obi-Wan hadn't signed up to be the exclusive, pioneering member of the Anakin Skywalking Disaster clean-up crew. However, when Padme Amidala shows up on his doorstep, neck bruised and heavily pregnant, of course he couldn't turn her away. Anakin's gotten involved in the Sith. You'd be a fool not to know the name of the gang, or speak of it in anything higher than a whisper. Of course Anakin had been getting into nothing but trouble since they had last spoken, just short of a year ago. Soon after, Padme dies in childbirth. Her eyes drift away with a pen in hand, Luke and Leia Kenobi drawn out in soft cursive. 
★ by @autisticanakin [NSFW]
Anakin Skywalker is a cloaked force-sensitive working in the Senate as the new Coruscant representative under Palpatine's guidance. Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Senator shortly returned from a leave of absence, can't stand him, with Senator Skywalker's reputation being that of a morally grey, pleasure seeking, bribe taking scoundrel. When the threat of the Sith becomes evident in the galaxy, Senator Kenobi sets to researching. He soon finds himself put on senatorial assignments with Anakin Skywalker.
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