#so obi-wan can just get a whole lot off of his chest

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday (early cause im offline tmrw)

When the dust settles, Obi-Wan is surprised to find himself still standing.

It takes all of him, he thinks, the end of the war. It takes everything he has.

He used to wonder, in a distant, nebulous way, what it would feel like in the aftermath. How his life would return to the routines he held before Geonosis, if the cadence of Temple life would feel strange and unfamiliar to him after so long spent in the trenches. If he would miss the sound of his men behind and around him, the steady stream of words and laughter and presence of others, at all times, surrounding him.

It’s only when the dust settles, when the first grains of sand whip through the arid desert air to sting his eyes, that he realizes that every time he ever allowed himself to think about the end of the war, he’d always assumed that they would win. He had never truly thought they would be defeated. That the Jedi Order, the Temple itself, so strongly entrenched in the galaxy and in Coruscant and in Obi-Wan’s world view, were capable of falling.

He had cautioned others against the same assumptions the moment he heard them. He had warned his own padawan to not look too far into the future, to not plan too much for the war’s end. He had told many people—clones, civilians, holonet reporters, other Jedi—that it was dangerous to think of the war as something they would inevitably win. Nothing was inevitable, especially not victory.

But he realizes now, only now, only as he traverses the desert on the back of a stolen eopie, wearing robes still smelling so strongly of volcanic sulfur that his eyes are stinging with reactionary tears, that he’d thought. He’d always thought. 

He’d never really considered…this.

This aftermath, where he is still standing on shaking legs and everything that he has ever cared for in the world has become ash, has become the dust settling around him.

Everything he has ever known and loved and fought for has slipped through his fingers. When the dust settles, when he looks down at his hands, he expects to find them empty.

Instead, there is a baby in his arms.

And he knows—he knows intimately how much damage these hands are capable of. What hurt these hands can inflict even on those he loves. Loved. 

He knows, as the homestead rises up in the fading light of the two suns, that these hands should not cradle this baby. Not the son of the man he has murdered. Not his brother’s son. Not his padawan’s. Not Anakin’s.

He knows the babe is safest here on this farm in the care of this couple. He knows he must leave the child with them, to raise and love a thousand times better than he is capable of. He has tried before. He has failed one Skywalker already.

He knows. 

And he can’t. He cannot let him go.

While the Galactic empire rises on one side of the galaxy, the dust settles on the other and Obi-Wan Kenobi looks down at the babe in his hands and realizes that he cannot let him go.

Not another Skywalker.

[merlyn-bane]

For Foelu snippets stuff (if you're still doing) -- I adored how you handled Obi-Wan's dysphoria in the story. Do you have anything about him getting his implant back or his dysphoria settling or, idk. I just kind of crave some resolution to Obi-Wan's lack of agency over his body and the dysphoria situation. I hope that made sense. Thanks!

So another fill got a little out of hand in terms of the length, whoops 😅😅 Thank you so much for this prompt, it was super interesting to work on, and I really really hope it's everything you wanted @bluemaskedkarma 🥰🥰 Also thank you so much for the compliment, because it really was so important to me that the queer themes inherent to the story were handled respectfully.

This fill does get spicy as a heads up<3

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“And have you given more thought regarding what you might like to do regarding your implant?”

Obi-Wan, already part of the way through re-shouldering his tabards under the apparently false assumption that his yearly check-in with the chief healer had reached its natural conclusion, pauses to turn and blink at the woman. “I’m already on an implant, Healer Che.”

“I’m talking about your androgen and enzyme blocker, Obi-Wan,” Che says, flipping through his file again as though she doesn’t know it by heart. “You said yourself that you think Kai-Tal will be done weaning soon, right? Have you thought about what you might like to do when that time comes?”

The thing is, if you had asked him at the start of all this, back when he’d first become pregnant, the answer would have been incredibly easy. He’d have done almost anything just to return to his own self-determined baseline. But it’s been nearly five years, now, with his daughter having just turned four—the Jedi typically ascribed to the notion of allowing the child to lead such things wherever possible, and while she’s been quite contentedly enjoying solids for some time now she’s also been loathe to give up milk entirely and he’d simply been glad that his beloved parasite had at least ceded his nipple once she’d grown teeth. 

He’s had five years to get used to the anatomy he has now, to adjust to the small changes it’s brought about in his day-to-day life. Five years with incredibly supportive partners and the extraordinarily satisfying sex that he has with them, often utilizing aforementioned anatomy. Force knows that producing his own lubricant has been incredibly convenient. 

He’s had five years to make a whole lot of headway on really internalizing that having a cunt does not make him any less of a man than when he doesn’t. 

The question becomes, then, he supposes, whether or not returning to that self-imposed baseline is truly that important to him. And he—doesn’t know. Not for sure. Not yet.

“Take some time to think about it,” Vokara suggests, sensing his indecision. “There’s no timetable here except your own, and you can always change your mind later.”

Obi-Wan ticks up one eyebrow, a touch sardonic. “What, no reminder to make sure I’m only making the decision for myself?”

The chief healer raises a brow right back at him. “I’ve met your partners, Obi-Wan. I seriously doubt they’d let you do anything else.”

~~~

Obi-Wan thinks about it.

And then he…rather forgets to, in-between rearing his daughter and serving on the Council and spending time with his family and teaching classes. Life goes on as it always does, and later he will realize that the ease with which he puts it out of his mind again likely should have been something of a tip-off, but he doesn’t yet.

It isn’t until he catches sight of himself in the ‘fresher mirror one morning some few weeks after the last time he pumps and realizes that his chest is flat once more that it crosses his mind again. He twists to the side just a little further, smiling completely unconsciously at the total lack of rise beneath his undershirt, and Rex must notice because he pauses in brushing his teeth long enough to spit into the sink and lean over to kiss the side of his head.

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart,” the blond offers, grinning before he swats playfully at Obi-Wan’s rear. “Now get movin’ before you’re late for another Council meeting.”

“Excuse me,” Obi-Wan retorts, raising an eyebrow even as warmth blooms in his gut. It only grows when he folds his arms over his chest and finds fewer obstacles in his way. And when there’s every bit as much heat in Rex’s eyes now as there’d been before his breasts had receded. “And who was it, pray tell, that made me late?”

“And I’ll do it again if you don’t move your cute little shebs—”

Obi-Wan dances out of the way of his partner’s grasping hands, huffing and elated and feigning annoyance. “Alright, I’m going—”

Rex reels him in for one last kiss first. “You look good, sweetheart,” he reiterates sincerely, and then he’s knocking their foreheads together gently and hustling him out of the ‘fresher. “Have a good day, I love you, I’ll eat ya’ later.”

Obi-Wan lets out an inelegant snort but lets himself be prodded anyway, and if he’s smiling like a dolt through the rest of the morning, well—that’s his business.

~~~

Being able to fit completely back into his old robes, the way he remembers them fitting is—another sigh of relief.

His body will never be exactly as it was—he is not expecting it to be, nor does he particularly desire it to be, not when he bears the marks he does and perhaps the little bit of extra pudge around his middle through giving life to their daughter—but. He’s really starting to recognize himself in the mirror again, and. It’s…nice.

~~~

The last facet of Obi-Wan’s decision making is perhaps not, he thinks, quite what Healer Che had had in mind when she’d sent him off to consider his options. 

To be fair, it isn’t exactly what he’d had in mind himself, either.

Obi-Wan finds his partners congregated in their bedroom one evening after he drops Kai-Tal off for a sleepover in the créche—not particularly unusual, and really, to be expected with a planned night all to themselves. The surprise comes in when he’s presented with an almost alarmingly elegantly wrapped box by a grinning Waxer and immediately bid to sit down and open it.

“Dare I ask?” he teases dryly, even as he takes it and lets Boil guide him down to sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s tempted to shake the box lightly just for some kind of hint but resists the urge; even just the wrapping looks expensive and he’d hate to accidentally break something.

“It’s nothing we haven’t already talked about, mesh’la,” Waxer assures him, grinning wider. 

“Just took some time to save up for it,” Boil murmurs, piquing his interest—and his apprehension—further. The two of them sit down on either side of him as he finally caves and starts carefully peeling open the paper.

“It’s a strap-on,” Waxer tells him somewhat sheepishly as Obi-Wan blinks down at the mostly phallic-shaped object in the box. “But it’s—supposed to be a real nice one. There’s this piece here that goes inside you, and the lady at the store—I didn’t really understand a lot of the technical stuff, but she said there was some sort of nervous feedback system so you’d actually get some sensation from the shaft, too.”

“We thought something like this would be the best compromise, if you wanted to top without having to go through the process of growing the real thing back,” Boil adds, “like we talked about. It’s totally up to you, of course, but we thought this might give you more options.”

Obi-Wan runs his fingers across the—device carefully, touched. “This must have cost you—”

Cody cuts him off before he can even finish getting the words out. “Do you like it, cyare?”

“Well, yes—”

“Then that’s what matters, mesh’la,” Waxer grins again, and leans in to kiss him softly. “I told you, we saved up for it, and it’s not like we don’t all live in the Temple for free. Besides, any amount of credits would be worth it if something that makes you happy or more comfortable in your own body.” A wicked glint enters his eyes, then. “And this in particular really is just as much for us as it is for you, anyway.”

A few years ago, at the start of their relationship, Obi-Wan may have felt the need to continue pressing the issue. Now, well…he’s learned to take them at their word on things like this, even if he personally feels like they’re spoiling him unnecessarily. Force knows that he enjoys spoiling them, when the opportunity presents itself. “Well when you put it like that,” Obi-Wan drawls, fisting a hand in the fabric of his partner’s shirt and tugging him back in close to lay claim to his smiling mouth. 

~~~

“Aren’t you going to join us?” 

Cody grins, ducking down to kiss Obi-Wan softly. “This was all Waxer and Boil’s idea, cyare. The rest of us are just here to watch this time.”

“You can bet your pretty ass that I’ve already called dibs on the next time though, sweetheart,” Rex winks as he settles down on the sofa they keep across from the bed with Helix and Cody.  Obi-Wan chuckles a little, even as he feels his face flush slightly. Being watched is something he’s always been a little embarrassed to be quite as into as he is, but of course, his partners had figured that proclivity out rather quickly and had hardly hesitated to take advantage. Though he supposes that it is rather convenient that they enjoy watching as much as they do participating, with there being so many of them and but one of him. 

Waxer grins and settles back on his elbows, spreading his legs a little bit. “If you’ll pass me the lube, mesh’la—”

“I’m quite offended that you seem to be under the impression that I’m just going to sit here while you work yourself open for me, my dear,” Obi-Wan sniffs as he leans over to dig the lube out of their bedside table. “Why don’t you get naked for me, darling, and then I’ll finger you myself.”

Waxer’s breath hitches, and Obi-Wan grins wickedly at the rustle of fabric that follows as the other man eagerly obeys. When he turns back around, lube in hand, Waxer’s laying back against the pillows again blessedly nude and holding his knees back and open with his lower lip pulled between his teeth. Obi-Wan scoots forward on his knees until he’s settled between his partner’s thighs, stripping out of his upper layers as he does so. “Hi,” Waxer breathes, and Obi-Wan’s grin widens further. 

“Hello there,” he croons. “Ready?”

“Very, mesh’la.”

“Good.” Obi-Wan slicks fingers up without looking away from Waxer’s face. “I’m going to take good care of you, darling.”

~~~

Obi-Wan takes his time with getting Waxer ready for him, working him open on his fingers until Waxer’s panting and gasping and squirming and pleading for more that Obi-Wan is loathe to give him just yet because he’s just having so much fun doing this. He’d almost forgotten how much he enjoyed taking his partners apart in this way.

“I’m gonna take your pants off now, Ob’ika,” Boil murmurs, plastering himself to Obi-Wan’s back and pressing a kiss to the place where his neck meets his shoulder. “Help you get set up with the strap while you keep playing with Wax, how does that sound?”

Obi-Wan nods, drunk on the rising lust in the Force and each sound he manages to pull from his partner’s lips. Boil kisses his throat one more time and then starts working his pants down his hips.

“Kriff, you’re wet,” Boil groans when his fingers find their way between the Jedi’s thighs, his other hand tightening around Obi-Wan’s hip, and Obi-Wan groans when the tip of one finger dips into his pussy. “That excited to fuck him, are you, Ob’ika?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan gasps out as one finger becomes two, the sound echoed by a drawn-out keen from Waxer. Boil grins against the Jedi’s skin and then his hands are disappearing from Obi-Wan’s skin while he retrieves the strap-on from its box.

“Good,” the former ARC says, “because we can’t wait to watch you do it.”

~~~

Boil is careful to avoid touching the shaft of the toy as much as possible even as he’s fitting it into place, pressing the bulb portion into his cunt until Obi-Wan moans and clenches around it. “There you go,” he murmurs. “We did get you a harness as well, by the way, in case you feel like you’d like the extra support.”

Obi-Wan is touched by the thought, but really, it barely registers. Especially when Boil’s hand does wrap around the shaft of the toy and strokes oh-so-lightly. It sends a shivery sensation up his spine, and Obi-Wan finds himself bucking his hips forward into it and gasping.

“Oh does that feel good, Ob’ika?” Waxer grins, the expression turning sharp with interest when the Jedi nods wordlessly. “Good. Now fuck me with it.”

~~~

The strap is, of course, not quite the same. The sensation is a little duller and a little different than it would be with his own cock, something almost phantom about it.

But the first slide in is still—indescribably good, all tight heat and delicious friction. It’s almost too much, with his cunt full at the same time like it is. He and Waxer both moan as he bottoms out, and Obi-Wan shivers and drops his forehead down to rest against his partner’s sternum as he gives them a moment to adjust. 

“Kriff,” Waxer whines above him, bringing strong legs up to wrap them around Obi-Wan’s waist. “Move, please, mesh’la.”

“As you wish, darling.” Obi-Wan presses a kiss to the skin over Waxer’s sternum and then carefully draws his hips back as far as his partner’s hold will allow, rocking back in slowly as he adjusts to the way the strap feels and moves with him. After a few experimental thrusts he props himself up onto his elbows and leans up to capture Waxer’s mouth with his own, picking up speed and confidence as he goes. After only a few moments more he finds a steady pace that feels good for them both, panting and groaning into each other’s mouths with each smooth thrust in and slow drag out.

Obi-Wan’s eyes snap up at the sound of a shivery moan that doesn’t come from either of them, and feels his hips buck forward out of rhythm all on their own when he sees three sets of dark eyes intensely focused on them. Force, they’re—all stroking themselves, just watching him fuck Waxer into the mattress. Waxer lets out a ragged cry at the hitch in the rhythm, and Obi-Wan is helpless to do little other than to fuck him harder. 

“Gonna come,” Waxer gasps out, and Obi-Wan ducks down to kiss him again as he works to drive them both over the edge.

~~~

“How was that?” Obi-Wan grins as he collapses over onto his back, still breathing heavily. He turns his head over to look at his partner, who’s still staring up at the ceiling and panting just as hard.

“Holy kriff,” Waxer whistles. “So fucking good. Sweet Force.” He turns his head over to look back at Obi-Wan, smiling just as wide. “Good for you, too?”

Obi-Wan reaches over and runs the tip of an index finger along Waxer’s bottom lip. “Exquisite, my dear. Truly.”

“Good,” Boil growls, wrapping a hand around the strap Obi-Wan hasn’t gotten around to removing yet and tearing a ragged cry from his throat. “My turn.”

~~~

In the end, Obi-Wan makes the decision to go back on the enzyme blocker in the interest of avoiding another spontaneous shift, but ultimately decides to skip the androgen—at least for now. He’s comfortable in the body that he’s in, and it serves him well, and he knows that he can always change his mind in the future if that ever stops being the case.

Even though the decision he comes to ultimately is not to take an action, he still finds that he feels more settled for having made it. It feels good, to have made the choice. He wonders if perhaps that isn’t why Che had pushed him to do so, ultimately, rather than letting him dither over it forever even if it would’ve essentially been the same end result physically. Force knows that he probably wouldn’t have appreciated it if Che had pointed it out explicitly how little agency he’s had over his own body in all of this. 

It feels good to take that agency back.

[saggitary]

Order 69

I want a fic about the clone wars where everything is the same, except the Kaminoans had a small miscommunication and told Palpatine the Jedi kill order was Order 69 instead of Order 66. Instead of trying to kill their Jedi COs, the clone are now trying to seduce them and sleep with them. 

Fun little musings for a few legions if you would like 

212th

“The time has come Commander. Execute Order 69.”

“It will be done my lord.” Cody slips his helmet off. “Hey General.”

Obi-Wan looks around in confusion as Careless Whisper begins to play from an unknown source

The rest of the battalion watch as Cody quite literally sweeps their Jedi General off his feet and carry him back into the base

None of them have seen Kenobi that red in the face

“Do we need to... do anything? About the order I mean?” A shiny asks

“I think the Commander has it covered.” Boil responds

327th

“Execute order 69″

“Kriffing finally” Bly responds before shutting off his com

Palpatine stares at the dark com device for a few moments. That was unexpected

The Separatists are cleaned out in record time on Felucia, almost entirely by Commander Bly himself 

Aayla didn’t think she had every seen her commander so driven by anything, it truly was impressive

No one sees Bly or their General for a long time when they finally get back to camp

104th

Plo Koon is not with the 104th when the order goes out

He is also in a star fighter and by the time he gets back to the ground the battalion he is with is panicking because Plo Koon isn’t their regular General and Wolffe would kill them

By the time Plo returns to his men the issue has been resolved

157th (Billaba’s Legion)

“Execute order 69″

Grey put away his com device before walking towards his general where she was currently talking to Caleb and Clone Force 99

“Well shall we let them do what they-oh!”

Grey wrapped an arm around Depa’s waist and dropped her into a dip before kissing her

Caleb and the whole of Clone Force 99 stared at the two making out infront of them with either horror or confusion

Echo clapped his hand over Caleb’s eyes

“I can still sense it”

“Sorry kid”

332nd

Ahsoka was very confused, one minute Rex was looking more panicked than she had ever seen him, now…

Now he had calmed down considerably and had begun... flirting with her?

She was very weirded out because it definitely sounded like flirting, why her brother was flirting with her was beyond her

Then Jesse, ever the womanizer, had strutted into the com bay and she had been truly disturbed

As soon as she could she escaped her weird brothers and went to look up the file Rex had said, one about Fives

She called both Rex and Jesse to her location and prompt whacked them both on the head before getting their chips out

Both were extremely horrified that they had tried to flirt with their sister and apologized a lot

Now that Ahsoka knew what was happening she found it really kriffing funny

They quickly spread the word about the chips to the rest of the GAR

501st

As soon as Anakin, freshly fallen to the dark side, marched into the hangar where his men were waiting he felt like something was different

He led his COs to the com table to go over their strategy to attack the temple and to cover all entrances 

Appo siddled close, leaning forward to trap Vader against the com table with both his arms

Vader’s mind short circuited and lets just say that the march on the jedi temple did not happen

Morning After

Cody wakes up with Obi-Wan sleeping on his chest and his com blinking at him from the side of the cot

What the kriff did Rex mean by control chips?

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 12 - Stripping

Today's kinktober prompt: Stripper Obi-Wan.

I made it cute. I also went way over my word limit. Sorry @veloursdor Wiggle Your Hips - 2,134 Rated: E Content: Frotting; Hand Jobs; Mentions of Bottom Anakin and Top Obi-Wan; Grumpy Obi-Wan 😡

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“You need to wiggle your hips more.”

“I do not wiggle my hips.”

“You do now.”

Obi-Wan stopped his poor attempt at a seductive dance and glared at Anakin. He crossed his arms over his chest as if to hide his supposed modesty, a blush spread wide across his cheeks and chest, giving him a delightful appearance that Anakin reveled in. Anakin knew telling Obi-Wan he looked cute would earn him a swift kick across the jaw and a bruised ego that would be felt for months, but it would almost be worth it. Almost.

A few days ago the Council informed Obi-Wan that he would be sent to a mid-rim planet on an important diplomatic mission. At first it seemed that it would be like any other, but Anakin counted himself lucky to be present when the other shoe dropped. According to tradition, visiting dignitaries and diplomats would have to partake in a ritual dance - a ritual dance that looked, to Anakin’s untrained eye, an awful lot like a strip tease. Obi-Wan hadn’t shown any indication he was uncomfortable with the instruction at the time, but Anakin could feel his complete aberration at the prospect through their bond - like a man recoiling from touching something unnecessarily mushy.

Anakin thought Obi-Wan did sexy well; he could be standing casually and Anakin could think of nothing but his deep desire to rut his cock against Obi-Wan’s stomach and whisper lewd things against his ear. But effortlessly sexy and purposefully sexy were two different things that Anakin - and Obi-Wan - were beginning to realize.

“You were doing okay when you were pretending this was just another lightsaber training exercise,” Anakin supplied.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “You said I had the expression of, what was it? A constipated Bantha?”

“A chronically constipated Bantha…”

A moment passed with Obi-Wan glaring at Anakin from across the room, before he sighed and dropped his arms. “I feel like a complete fool,” he said, all the anger slipping away. “I’ve never been very good at dancing off of the battlefield.”

“You get too caught up in your head,” Anakin said.

Obi-Wan nodded. “I suppose I do.”

It was strange to see Obi-Wan so out of sorts. Normally he was all confidence even in the face of uncertainty, but his dejected personality change made Anakin feel equally uncomfortable.

“Keep going,” Anakin said. “Finish the dance and then we can work on whatever it is you’re unsure of.”

A smile spread across Obi-Wan’s lips, soft and quiet. He looked up at Anakin through the fringe of his hair, blue-grey eyes bright. “You sound almost like a teacher, Anakin.”

“Maybe you’re finally rubbing off on me.”

Obi-Wan completed the rest of the dance just as stilted and awkward as the first three times, movements uncertain and embarrassment palpable even to those who had no insight into the man. The dance ended with the diplomats in ceremonial undergarments where they would conduct their business in the same style of dress, no one able to hide behind riches and fabrics. Obi-Wan didn’t wear undergarments normally, and so he stood in front of Anakin completely nude, cock soft between his legs as he finished the dance.

“Anakin.”

Anakin brought his gaze back up and smiled at Obi-Wan. “I know, I know - eyes up here.”

“What did you think?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Maybe forget the whole ‘pretend you're fighting’ thing I said before, and think of something else when you’re dancing.”

Obi-Wan’s blush went deeper and he shuffled toward the bed, collapsing on it next to Anakin. “This isn’t going to work.”

“Who said you had to be the best?”

“I did.”

Anakin stared at out at the skyline of Coruscant, fiddling with the hem of his cotton shirt. He’d already shed most of his clothes the second Obi-Wan invited him over, but then Obi-Wan had told him they wouldn’t be having sex and Anakin was left semi-nude and regretting the haste at which he departed the training room.

Although sex may have been the key all along…

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said quickly. Obi-Wan glanced up at Anakin, his brow quirked. “How about instead of thinking of the dance as a fight, think of it as having sex.”

Anakin thought Obi-Wan was going to outright reject the notion - maybe even laugh and tell Anakin to keep his head out of the gutter. But instead his expression relaxed, and he sat slowly.

“You might be on to something, actually. It was originally a dance created by a Queen from a nearby nation who was there to seduce the King in hopes of ending a decade’s long conflict.” He tapped his bottom lip with his finger, focus on the same skyline Anakin had been staring out before.

Without a moments pause Obi-Wan stood and collected his clothes. Re-dressing he started the dance again. This time there was more movement to his hips and shoulders, body swaying from side to side as he undressed according to the guide he’d found in the temple library. He started with the sash around his waist and then moved on to the robes, before slipping the tunic off. Once his upper half was bare he started on his leggings, thumbs slipping beneath the banding and running along, teasing the audience with the finale.

All the while Anakin watched, enraptured by the flex of Obi-Wan’s muscles beneath his skin, the shimmer of sweat along his brow, and the soft part of his lips as he breathed steadily, chest rising and falling in meditative serenity. Obi-Wan kept his eyes closed, and there was still the familiar focus on his face, but it didn’t show in his movements anymore, everything more supple and relaxed.

When he was finished he stood in front of Anakin entirely nude, cock half-hard and pulsing between his thighs. Anakin licked his lips and swallowed a thick wad of spit, his own cock hard between his legs as he lounged on the bed.

“Obi-Wan?”

“Yes?”

“My eyes are up here.”

Obi-Wan looked up from Anakin’s groin. He didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed.

“How was that?” Obi-Wan asked.

“G-good,” Anakin said, nodding. And then, because he knew it was lacking. “Really… seductive. I can see why the King would want to call off a war.”

Obi-Wan chuckled, the sound of it going right into Anakin’s cock. “Sadly, it didn’t actually work. The war continued for another six months before the Queen had the King assassinated. But it makes for a good story, and an embarrassing diplomatic tradition.”

“What did you think of?” Anakin asked, voice thick with arousal. “I mean, when you were dancing.”

Shrugging, Obi-Wan collected his cloths, his cock still bouncing between his legs, thick and heavy and leaking precome. “I thought of you, of course.”

“Just me?”

“And me.”

Tossing the clothes on to a chair in the corner, Obi-Wan approached Anakin and sat down on his lap. Anakin hissed as Obi-Wan’s underside slid across his length, weight steady and demanding on top.

“What were we doing?” Anakin asked, a whimper slipping past as Obi-Wan began grinding down on him, his hands braced against Anakin’s shoulders. Anakin slid his hand along Obi-Wan’s thighs, feeling the muscles flex before he gripped Obi-Wan’s hips and thrust upward.

“We were fucking,” Obi-Wan said, the word ‘fucking’ sounding severe and filthy coming from his lips. “Do you recall that incident a few months ago with the spacecraft we were stranded in just above the atmosphere of some unknown planet?”

“T-the incident where you fucked me against the console I was trying to fix?” Anakin asked.

He bit his bottom lip and sighed when Obi-Wan grabbed their cocks and pushed them together, precome slick against their lengths and Obi-Wan’s palm as he started jerking them together.

“You make it sound as if you hadn’t spent the last week begging for my cock,” Obi-Wan said. He sounded perfectly composed, but the sweat beading across his brow and the tremor in his touch belied his arousal. He started thrusting up against Anakin’s cock, hand making a perfect circle that they could both fuck into. “You were so insolent - trying to rut up against me in the evening and sometimes during the day. So impatient.”

“I-I wanted you,” Anakin said, a tad defensive. “You kept denying me, even when we had the time.”

“Maybe I liked to see you desperate for my cock,” Obi-Wan murmured. He pushed Anakin on to the bed, relaxing his weight into Anakin as he pressed him into the mattress. He hovered just out of reach, however, lips close but still too far away to kiss and bite. “Maybe I like when you’re rutting up into your hand in your sleep, you’re so desperate to get off. Maybe I like when I can smell your sex in the morning, thick and dense. Maybe I like when you’re hole is loose and sloppy from the fucking you’ve been giving yourself with your fingers, as you wait for my cock.”

Anakin groaned and arched up into Obi-Wan, their cocks sliding together. Obi-Wan was keeping a slow pace, hips rolling down on Anakin, pinning him in place while giving him just enough friction to be good, but not decadent - not satisfying.

“F-fuck, Obi-Wan,” Anakin whimpered. “Didn’t know you got off on my touching myself.” And then, because he knew he’d get a reaction. “You’re kind of a pervert.”

Obi-Wan’s laugh of surprise broke the spell, and Anakin swallowed it up as their lips crashed together and Obi-Wan began thrusting into him. Anakin sighed into the embrace, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure roiled around in him, pooling in his groin as he felt the familiar pulling sensation in his cock. Obi-Wan was hugging him close, broad hands pressed against his back and shoulders, keeping him close as they humped against each other, chasing their release.

“Y-you’re a terror,” Obi-Wan mumbled when they broke apart, his voice thick with desire. He kissed down Anakin’s neck, teeth nipping the sensitive skin. “And a tease.”

“I-I’m not the one performing a strip-tease,” Anakin retorted.

Sliding his hands down Obi-Wan’s back, Anakin grabbed the meat of his ass and squeezed, shoving Obi-Wan up further against him. Obi-Wan let out a growl that traveled right into Anakin’s cock, and he came with a loud moan, back arching and hips twitching as he tumbled down into his release. Obi-Wan kept up the punishing pace, hips grinding into Anakin’s, lips hot against his temple, words stuttering as he praised Anakin for being a ‘devilish boy’ and a ‘tempting boy.’

When Obi-Wan was done he collapsed on top of Anakin, keeping him pinned to the mattress. Anakin’s shirt clung to him, sticky with sweat and humid air, but he didn’t care. Instead he closed his eyes and kept Obi-Wan close, wrapping his legs around Obi-Wan’s hips to prevent him from escaping from his needy embrace.

They settled into a doze, Obi-Wan’s breathing evening out as they lay on the bed. Off in the distance Anakin could heard movement down the hallway as the dinner hour approached and fellow Jedi made their way to the communal meal hall. But they remained where they were, contented for the time being.

That was, until Obi-Wan’s force signature began to tremor again.

“Stop thinking,” Anakin mumbled, but it was too late.

Raising his head, Obi-Wan looked down at Anakin, the worried expression once again splashed across his handsome features. “Anakin?”

Anakin resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead replied. “Obi-Wan?”

“When I was dancing… how obvious was my erection?”

“Uh… I mean, pretty obvious.”

Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed and he let out a clucking sound in the back of his throat. “Well I can’t think of you when we’re dancing then,” he began. “No, getting an erection in the middle of a diplomatic meeting would be very bad.”

Before Anakin could tighten his grip Obi-Wan was standing and returning to the centre of the room. Resting on his elbows, Anakin watched as Obi-Wan started going over the movements again, expression once again reminding Anakin of a chronically constipated Bantha. Sighing, Anakin sat up fully and watched Obi-Wan stumble through his routine.

Maybe no one would notice Obi-Wan in amongst the rest of the diplomats as he tripped over his feet and glared at the floor. Anakin hoped that would be the case, for Obi-Wan’s sake.

[coexiising]

Bb can u give us some romantic nsfw and sfw headcanons w modern anakin? Thanks

sfw first!!

firstly, early mornings with anakin because i am always thinking about it. waking up in his arms, either facing into his strong chest or facing away from him and feeling his heartbeat against your back. and if you wake up before him, you can admire the way that the light hits his face just right, bounces off of those dirty blonde curls and he looks beautiful. the blankets are thrown over both of you but he is a human heater and that’s really all you would need. and when he finally wakes up, he has that little tired grin on his face, a little “good morning”, and his morning voice is just perfection. 

then it turns into the whole “just five more minutes, please,” and who are you to keep him from that? so you lay there for five more minutes which turns into another and another until you finally get him to accept you leave to make coffee or tea or whatever you both fancy. 

comes back with two mugs and you two sit together, your head finding it’s way to his shoulder and basking in the serene morning. waking up together is always the best, but you never ever wanna leave. 

another thing that i think about a lot is when the both of you come back from missions, your first goal is to see one another. like literally you both drop whatever you are doing the second you arrive on coruscant to see the other. both of you like to grab food, because lets be clear, its a comfort and coruscant has some of the best, and you two sit with one another. sometimes you two are happier, depending on the missions you were on, and sometimes you are not. but it doesn't matter because you two are together.

the subtle reminders of the other. whenever you have to go deep space flying or when you spin your lightsaber a specific way, you think of anakin. when he sees your favorite cluster of stars he thinks of you. no matter how far away you two are from each other.

your friends slightly knowing what is going on but they don't directly acknowledge it. for example, rex will always ask you where anakin is first before anyone else. ahsoka will ask you for advice when he is in one of his moods. obi-wan will subtly let you know where he is in the galaxy if he can sense that you are worried. it's the little things, the little acknowledges that you appreciate more than anything.

nsfw (so, warning!)

he is always kissing. like i don't know what the hell is up with this man, but he is always kissing you. i think that it's just because he loves you so much, or because he likes the act of worshipping you and your body. but he is. forehead kisses, neck kisses, thigh kisses . . . like literally everywhere. especially during sex.

this one is hard to explain. but i think that anakin is really into acknowledging your body. he will lightly pull your hair (unless you two decided to go more rough, then it's more, but he would never push your boundaries), or he'll grip your thigh or your side a little harder than his usual touch. it's just that he wants to worship your body and wants you to know that he's here, and there, and here.

hickies. lots of them. if anything, sometimes you have to tell him to calm down because the more there are, the easier it is for someone to see and then start to ask questions about your relationship. but you still like them. sometimes you even give him some of his own, but being a guy, he sometimes has his shirt off more than others so you try to limit.

sex in a lot of random places. i only say this because a lot of the time you two aren't home during the war and it is easy to get carried away during various make out sessions. some of your favorite places include: naboo in the palace, the drivers seat of his flyer, and on the planning table on the starfighter (which was an accident, and you're still not entirely sure how you two got away with that one with anyone not noticing)

this was kinda mini. still getting back into the swing of things.

[shadowmaat]

Since no one's sending me prompts I guess I'll do it myself. lol

Endless- Maul, Old Guard AU

Maul is killed on Naboo and wakes up whole and alive. Most of the prequels stuff stays the same, but Maul is, for a while, convinced he's some kind of god. When he meets up with Savage he's convinced his brother is just like him, so when Savage dies and stays dead, it shatters something in him he didn't know he had. He's also captured by Palpatine and tortured/experimented upon because immortality is absolutely something that withered bastard wants.

Maul still isn't able to defeat Palps, which is another big mark against the "I'm a god" theory, but he does finally escape and goes off to lick his wounds and try to recover.

The Jedi are still wiped out, but while at first this seems like a good thing to him, there is an emptiness to existence that wasn't there before. Palpatine being in charge of the galaxy galls, and worse, he's doing a bad job of it, in Maul's opinion. It doesn't help that when Empire troopers see him they assume he's a Jedi and try to kill him. Sometimes succeeding.

One of the reasons Maul never got a chance at bettering himself is because he was too consumed with his own grievances to see past the end of his nose, but now he has an eternity to learn and eventually... he does.

Sure, part of it is still fueled by his anger at the universe, but over time he finds he likes helping others. It's strange and off-putting to encounter people who are kind to him and who don't fear him. Once upon a time he'd have been insulted, but now it's... nice. Ish.

He still backslides a lot because, well, he's Maul, but also backsliding is part of moving forward. He helps the Rebellion here and there because anyone who wants to destroy Palpatine is welcome, as far as he's concerned. If he meets the twins, he definitely favors Leia over Luke.

By the time the Sequels happen, Maul has been on the "good" end of the spectrum for a while. Maybe the lower end of it, but still good. He's absolutely not putting up with this First Order bullshit.

Lots of stuff is still the same, but I'll say Maul was fucking around on the Deth Star X-treme! so the attempt to wipe out Hosnia system partially failed. Still lots of death and destruction, but enough of the central government survives that they're forced to realize they may have made a mistake with all their waffling. Maybe.

Maul kills Snoke and is killed in return. While some underlings drag the bodies off to the incinerators, Kylo and Hux are in a standoff over who's in charge.

Maul wakes up and knocks out the troopers carrying him and Snoke, then stashes them in a room without any means of communication. See? He can learn not to kill everyone. Plus, if Fin could rebel maybe these guys will, too. Snoke burns, and Maul heads off to the reactor thingy in time to see Han talking to Kylo.

It's very important for me to note here that there is absolutely no way to excuse Kylo's choice to kill his father: with Snoke dead it is absolutely his own choice to put a saber through Han's chest. Except thanks to some timely intervention from Maul, Han is only grievously wounded instead because fuck you, Harrison Ford.

Maul taunts Kylo, saying that he's met Anakin Skywalker and can confirm that Kylo is just like him: a sniveling, spoiled brat with more hair than sense. He also says Kylo doesn't deserve the name Ben because Obi-Wan, at least, was a worthy opponent.

They fight, giving our plucky heroes time to drag Han to the safety of the ship. Kylo is all you don't understaaand, but Maul is very been there, done that, don't even have the scars to prove it.

Is there a chance Kylo could someday learn to be a better person? Maybe, but it took Maul seventy-odd years and a lot of deaths to unstubborn himself and he really isn't in the mood to take that chance.

Now. At this point it could go one of two ways: the fast solution is Maul kills Kylo and then it's just a matter of wiping out Hux and Phasma and getting Fin to help "deprogram" the troopers and dismantle the Order. OR Kylo could kill Maul and go off to have the big fight in the snow with Rey and Fin while Maul, who isn't recovering as fast as he used to, struggles to get back to the ship and trusts his apprentice(s) to handle it.

With the former the Resistance is going to realize that a First Order without Darksiders mucking things up is actually a lot more dangerous and harder to kill, though it still gets done in the end.

With the latter, the drama lasts longer and it'll be Rey who winds up killing Kylo only to get killed, herself. ...And wake up.

Either way, the trip to Luke's Sooper Seekrit Hideout includes Maul. Because I can play god with this, I'll say that Luke isn't sulking out his entire life on Ahch-To, but rather went there for Important Reasons and got stuck. He and Maul can be bickering co-Masters to Rey's training (and eventually Fin's). Maul teaches her how to create mental shields so Kylo can't intrude on her thoughts (if he's still alive).

The baddies are eventually defeated. Maul & Rey have a lot to talk about re: near-immortality. Han, Leia, Luke, and Chewie are reunited and happy to retire for good, maybe with Lando. Fin & Poe are tasked with trying to return the dozens of children saved from First Order training camps, but it's likely they're going to be raising a lot of them themselves.

Maul is finally comfortable and satisfied with the person he's become. He may not be able to change the past, but he can help shape the future. And he can try to prepare Rey for whatever may be coming next.

(Maul isn't the only immortal, just the only one relevant to this particular story)

[daincrediblegg]

hello, egg. i have arrived to bring horny thoughts upon ye >:)

if you’re still taking smut emoji prompts… how about a little 🎤🙈🍷 for a mr. obi-wan kenobi? heheh i am totally normal about him heheheheheheheheh

Obi- Wan Smut Emoji Headcanons 2

a/n: Why, yes my friend. I think I can arrange that...

🎤 how loud they are He's fairly quiet, actually, but most certainly not silent. His moans tend to be more breathy and warm, a melodic baritone best served directly into your ear on a warm Tatooine evening on his bedroll in his cave, where his moans (and yours, which he much prefers to hear), can bounce off the walls with reckless abandon.

🙈 something they’re shy about asking for Honestly... there's lots of things. Listen the sex thing wasn't such a big thing for him for a very long time, never really thought he'd have a partner with which he'd want to do any of these things with, so a lot of just... very average stuff he feels like he needs to ask to make sure, but with you at least he feels safe enough to ask in the first place, and that's HUGE for him. First, he's shy about using the force to either lift you to aid in some more complicated positions that would be a pipe dream for anyone other than a Jedi. It's mostly a consent thing for him just because he doesn't want to startle you by suddenly using the force to lift you or stimulate you, but trust me if you let him it's worth it. Second, he'd be so shy about where to cum it just feels so filthy whether coming on you or even (be still his beating heart) IN you, but with some reassurance and/or enthusiasm this is one he will feel less ashamed about much more quickly.

🍷 tipsy sex headcanon So granted, this is a very rare event to see Obi-Wan tipsy even in the slightest... but oh my god he gets extra cuddly. Like for real. All it takes is a few shots of spatchka and what might have been subtle touches become... not so subtle. He will be constantly burying his face in your shoulders, your chest, your tummy, your... anything. And his hands and body will absolutely not leave you for the rest of the night. Might not even leave when he's sober he thinks. Now I warn you: he might just pass out during the act if he's tipsy and might accidentally stay inside you the whole night despite his better judgement.

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Can I have a Luke skywalker x reader/how he reactions when he finds out you have body image issues/body dysmorphia? Thanks!

You most certainly can ! I’ve dealt with my fair share of these problems and doing this was almost therapeutic. I hope it brings some to you as well <3

Warnings: angst with comfort, reader is gender neutral, body insecurity, body dysmorphia, self deprecating thoughts, and reader gets a wee bit emotional but don’t worry luke is there to help

❖ Luke is a very perceptive person he will notice if you start tugging on you clothes as a sign of discomfort, he will notice you staring in the mirror with a small grimace, he will notice the twinge of darkness that now presents itself in your force signature and what breaks his heart the most is how you seemed drained most days

❖ He wont approach you at first in all fairness he consults his mini force council (Mostly Qui Gon because we all know how Obi-wans love life went) because oh maker he is worried

❖ The confrontation is subtle intertwined into a conversation over breakfast he was carrying stepping lightly as to not spook you

❖ He will point blank as you what he can do for you

❖ Want some new clothes that fit you ? He is more than happy to help and he will come along to make sure you don’t get overwhelmed

❖ Want to wear some of his clothes because they are absolutely comfy ? You got it, darling

❖ One time he even proposes that you take a shower together of course only if you are comfortable and if you are then prepare for a whole self care routine

❖ Face Masks are in fact involved

❖ The shower itself will contain him massaging your head telling you about his day (Han was getting on his last nerve on this particular day) then goes on to lathering your body in soap still talking as a means of distraction but he will sneakily plant in little ’I am glad the force brought me you, darling.’ ‘I cannot imagine having to live without you, my love.’ ’You are absolutely magnificent.’ And to top it all off a gently kiss is placed on your forehead with a whisper of i love you darling

❖ Cuddles lots and lots of cuddles but if you arent a fan of those he will keep up with the words of affirmation/quality time

❖ This sweet man will also incite you to meditate with him to settle yalls minds

❖ Every morning you will wake up to ’Good morning my sunshine .’ and the personification of <3

❖ On your rough days he will stay with you in the house maybe even in bed watching movies letting you cry into his chest (though he just kisses away the tears for you) these days hurt him beyond imagine but can feel through the force that it hurts you ten times more

❖ Makes sure you hydrate and eat properly and if that means he has to eat with, not look at you while you eat, or anything else so be it

❖ He worships you but he understands how you are feeling to a degree and just wants to be there for you in all the ways he can be

[elismor]

For the ask thing, how about this section from …without a paddle?

“Not far now,” Kenobi calls over the roaring water. You’d think that a jedi would know better than to tempt fate. A series of alarmed shouts rings out behind them and when Cody turns, he sees an entire tree coming in fast from upstream. It’s going to take out the whole unit. Blasters begin to fire and, for a split second, Cody stops to admire the scene. They’re firing overhead at awkward angles and without clear lines of sight at a moving target while fighting to stay upright, and ninety percent of the bolts are landing. Take that, longnecks. The ARCs double-time it to get the wounded out of harm’s way, but it’s not going to be enough. Maybe with a few shots from the RPS6s, but those can’t really be fired in these– He hears the general’s lightsaber ignite and feels a gentle whoosh of air as the jedi makes an impossible leap. They’re even more strung out now and clustered in small groups here and there, struggling against the water and bracing against one another to remain upright. “HOLD YOUR FIRE!” Wooley bellows and the call runs down what’s left of the lines. Cody adds a bellow of his own. "MOVE IT. NOW." Not everyone is going to make it out before the debris hits, but some will. More if they pick up the pace. The general’s lightsaber casts a blue blur against the water as he cuts, swinging hard and fast in an effort to reduce the tree to rubble so the men have half a chance to dodge the flotsam. Those who can manage begin firing on the smaller pieces to further decrease the threat. There are a lot of minor collisions, but it beats one catastrophic one and Cody’s heart slides down from his throat and back into his chest as he hauls trooper after trooper up onto the bank. They might just pull this off after all. Now who’s tempting fate? He hears Boil’s roar of warning just before one of the larger pieces slips by and hits Waxer broadside, knocking him off his feet. From there, it’s only instinct that makes him grab for purchase and the shiny goes down too, head vanishing beneath the water just as Boil dives to follow. Cody doesn’t even pause to think; he just plunges back in.

Well. I suppose the first item of note here is that I rewrote this bit at least 3 times. For some reason, I always have trouble doing action in present tense and keeping any sort of flow to the piece. It always reads very staccato to me...and this still does, tbh.

The tree came from a real life experience of crossing a swollen river on horseback and having a big limb hit us broadside and almost take the horse out from under me. I was trying to come up with something perilous for them to face and actually considered having the droids catch up, but I couldn't figure a way out of that that didn't end in heavy losses. I'm not sure if comes across clearly, but I also wanted to convey the idea that once Cody made it clear they were crossing, the men did what needed to be done largely of their own volition...including firing on the tree. Everyone saw the risk, knew what had to happen, and made it happen.

In my head, Wooley is going to end up an ARC, so I wanted him to be paying wider attention to things and be the first one who sees the potential danger to Obi-Wan and then, like above, takes action to mitigate it. Cody doesn't countermand or reinforce it because Wooley made the right call and I imagine that later, when everyone is safe and dry, Cody will go tell Wooley that.

I didn't remember doing the bit where Cody just takes a second to sort of admire the men when I wrote Adventures In Babysitting recently, but there’s a similar one in there...where he has a moment to see things from the proverbial outside and can appreciate his brothers. I like the idea of him sort of seeing them in a new perspective and getting to both appreciate their competence and know that, should something happen to him, they'll be fine. I think the rigors of leadership sometimes narrow focus to what is right in front of you and in the moment...being able to step outside of it --even for a brief instant-- let's him see how good they really are and take some pride.  And then Waxer and Boil get into trouble and he just acts himself...sees what needs to happen and makes it happen.

The bit with Waxer and the tree was rewritten a couple of times, too. At first it was him diving after the shiny. Then it was the shiny panicking and taking Waxer under. But it hit better that it was just a fluke...even the best of them can fall victim to shit going sideways. In the first two versions, the shiny drowns, but in the final he demonstrates how good they are, even fresh off Kamino.

There were also a couple of variants on Cody’s convo with him, but all were of similar tone. In one he made a joke about losing his helmet so soon and that veered off into Flood spinning out about it...but in the end this is about Cody, so it got cut. Flood did not manifest fully as an OC until Boil named him--and I did not ask Boil to do so.

And i just realized I went past where the ask ended.  Sorry, got on a roll there.

Thank you for being interested enough to ask! The Rules for this Ask Game, in case anyone else is interested: Pick 500 words from any of an author's fic and paste them into an Ask. The author will respond with a Director's Commentary on the scene.

[nteabodies]

The Saga Begins, and how it seamlessly fits into the Pop star wars AU

I feel like the Saga Begins is the perfect song to represent @nevertheless-moving's Pop Star Wars AU, bc… it's sung by obi wan! From his pov! During the exact time period he travelled to! Makes references to the future obi wan shouldn't know yet! Is somewhat upbeat with an undercurrent of sadness which is the epitome of Obi-Wan – but more than that, I can envision this weird Al youtube video organically existing within the Pop Star Wars universe!

Peek under the break for my crazed ramblings ig

So, the temple knows the Obi Wan had a huge, life changing vision that changed his behaviour and personality somewhat, but they don't realise he also has an Anakin shaped glob of unresolved trauma with a helpful side of survivors guilt and depression that he is very good at hiding from everyone.

And he is somewhat successful at Naboo. Like, he was 100% expecting Maul (and it was a little pathetic how easily he defeated him this time) so he was able to dissassocate from the situation and miraculously not have a flashback of Qui Gon's death mid-lightsaber swing.

So other than being eerily skilled at Soresu, no one notices him or his trauma, just how he likes it.

But on the trip back to Coruscant, someone manages to stab Qui Gon (who was mildly concussed from the fight with Maul so he's just like "oh my it appears i have been stabbed").

And Obi-Wan had only just begun to start relaxing a little bit now that Qui Gon was safe, so he was taking a nap when the stabbing happened. (he hadn't slept for the entire week long mission, or he would not be taking this nap)

So Obi-Wan wakes up relaxed, does a few stretches and contentedly strolls out of his room then freezes.

He can't sense Qui Gon (because Qui Gon is unconscous). He strains to find him and when he does, he can only sense a weak force presence, and when he sprints to the presence he finds the floor covered in blood (mainly the attackers blood bc a concussed qui gon accidentally stabbed the attacker back while peacefully arresting her) Qui Gon lying down on the floor with a stab wound on his stomach and medic tending to him.

Obi-Wan loses it. He screams a guttural "NOOOO!" that's 10 times more grief stricken than the one in his original life. Qui gon couldn't die! Not again! NOT AGAIN! He was sent back to fix this, wasn't he? Why did everything he tried to fix break? Was everything going to be the same this time? Even with him trying his hardest to stop it?

At this point he's cradling Qui Gon's head against his chest like he's already dead and having a full blown panic attack in front of the shocked pikachu face medic and shock pikachu face qui gon who got shocked awake by the scream (the stabbed attacker gets woken up by the third gutteral scream and resolves to rethink her life if she survived this oredeal)

When Obi Wan comes to he sees his dead master and does the whole you're not dead Master!!! Routine

Long story short, an extremely concerned Qui-Gon sends Obi-Wan to the mind healers at the Jedi temple.

So the mindhealers engage in the usual forms of therapy, but Obi-Wan has had time to collect himself and gain his composure (using the tried and true gaslight gatekeep girboss away your trauma method pioneered by Ben Kenobi)

So realising they're not doing anything other than making Obi wan more closed off and in denial, the mind healers decide to try art therapy which kind of works! he paints his feelings and his visions (and in this AU he's not the best painter so he draws things like 2 stick figures fighting with lightsabers with a lot of fire surrounding them and when the mind healer asks him to describe it his eyes fill with tears/he disassociates and gives classic Old Ben cryptic platitudes.)

Obi-Wan doesn't realise he's acting like Qui-Gon when he retreats into his Old Ben persona, but the healers do. And they think he's emulating his master to escape his visions. What they do know of his 'vision' is:

1) Qui Gon Jinn dies somehow

2) something bad happens to little anakin skywalker

Anyway so that's the reason Anakin and Qui-Gon are roped into his therapy sessions. When they're in the room they can reassure him that nothing has happened to them, that recalling a vision of a future that hasn't happened isn't going affect them in the present.

By this point Obi-Wan is not in denial about his trauma anymore (well not as much as before) and he's willing to try new things. But he draws the line at sharing all the details of his 'vision' with anyone. So he goes "can't we go back to the painting? I liked doing the artistic stuff, it helped me process a little bit without hurting too much" even though it was more of him painting and crying and going in circles with the mind healers

And Qui Gon has this epiphany. He has spent 10 years listening to Obi-Wan singing pretentious indie rock in the shower, humming old jedi lullabies while he watered the plants, crooning a soothing tune to their latest pathetic lifeforms, caterwauling emo metal while blackout drunk and giving Qui Gon a migraine–

The point is that Obi-Wan obviously enjoys singing.

"If you can't say it, why don't you sing it?"

And so Obi Wan finds himself writing a song for the first time. Maybe space Don McLean has already released Space American Pie by this point, so he makes a parody of the lyrics. Should he write about everything? Nah, that's too dangerous. Maybe he should write about the events of the past few weeks, but from the old timeline. Just to process everything that happened so far.

Smol baby Anakin is with him while he's drafting the song and he can't help but compare this rosy cheeked Anakin to Vader. And that's when he finally gets the chorus perfected

Oh my, my this here Anakin guy

Maybe Vader someday later, now he's just a small fry

He left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye

Sayin', "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi

And smol anakin pretends to be angy that Obi wan called him a small fry but secretly is delighted that the entire chorus is about him.

Obi-wan performs the song for Qui Gon and Anakin one night. Anakin is in bed and begs Obi Wan to sing "that cool song you were writing about just now!"

Cue some Master Padawan angst after Anakin falls asleep and Qui Gon realises he was supposed to die during the mission to Naboo.

Fast Forward a few weeks and it's Anakin's favourite lullaby because its about him! And it has his name! And obi wan looks so fond when he sings the chorus to him! (Qui Gon secretly records it and uploads it to his space youtube channel that no one watches)

And it's on one of these nights when Obi Wan has an epiphany. Bc... didn't space Don McLean make like a billion credits from this song alone? And what about that other annoyingly catchy song that hasn't been released yet?? Etc, leading to the Pop Star Wars AU premise

Ok now, fast forward to the war and General Kenobi has a lot of… dedicated fans. And a very small niche of these fans found the old spaceyoutube video and are like, omg the general is smol, the general can sing! Which leads to the conspiracy theory that general kenobi and the elusive BK are the same person. But it's a fringe theory, unknown even within the fandom and you'd have to dig pretty deep into the cross section of the Kenobi and BK fandom iceberg to find this theory.

Among the hardcore fans who know of it, it's considered a hilarious crack theory that makes a little too much sense (like the Sith Lord Jar Jar Binks theory)

Fast forward again! Another 30 ish years! Big identity reveal! Omg Kenobi and BK are the SAME PERSON! The video blows up. It becomes a meme.

And now, Space Weird Al who specialises in parodies makes an official music video of the song!

He's done extensive research into how everyone from the time period would look like and even managed to source authentic vintage jedi robes for it.

And that's how Obi Wan Kenobi gets shown this video by a gleeful Anakin while Qui Gon sips tea in the background like it's not his fault all of this happened.

And they all lived happily ever after, except obi wan who jumped out the window in mortification.

[tennessoui]

democratic fic part 3

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Anakin breathes in for a count of three and out for five. Obi-Wan Kenobi is the single most vexing creature in the entire galaxy.

Not a small part of him wants to grab the boy by his throat and shake him, make him look at him. How dare he look away. How dare he test Anakin’s control so casually. It is untenable, the way the boy smirks and flutters his eyelashes and begins to walk as if Anakin’s compliance is a matter already resolved. 

“No,” Anakin steps forward and reaches out to grab his arm. Before his fingers can curl  around the bone of his wrist, Kenobi has snatched his hand away, curling it to his chest protectively. The boy turns and glares at him, all hints of sweetness washed away from his face. “I said no, Obi-Wan.”

“Alright,” Obi-Wan says, tone as far from alright as it can get. “Then have a good rest of your night, Senator. I will, I am sure, see you again during my stay on Coruscant, though I will not inflict my company upon you any longer—”

The boy cannot be serious. “You are throwing a tantrum,” Anakin snaps. “I will not be beholden to the whims of a spoiled princeling—”

Obi-Wan throws an embittered, fierce look over his shoulder at him. “I am the grandson of a Count, Senator, I am not a prince—”

“Then stop acting like one!”

“And no one has asked that you accompany me—”

“You just did—”

“Yes, and I have taken your rejection with aplomb—”

“Sith’s hells you have,” Anakin mutters, working his jaw furiously as his thoughts fly rapidly through his head.

Everything he knows about Obi-Wan Kenobi points to the boy being made of soft stuffs; he is bratty and rude, no doubt about it, but he does not possess the spine that would be necessary for him to truly venture into the Lower Levels of Coruscant by himself. He is simply testing Anakin’s patience for the fun of it. Perhaps the thrill of it. But a failed Jedi turned spoiled servant of the Court would never have the guts to go alone somewhere so violent and dark.

“Fine,” Anakin says, turning away himself. “Do send me a comm tomorrow morning so that I know you are alive.” “I didn’t realize you would care,” the boy sniffs, his head held incredibly high when Anakin peeks back at him. For someone apparently not born into aristocracy, he has taken to it quite well. It sets Anakin’s teeth on edge, and his whole body twitches forward, filled with the urge to put his hands on the boy’s body, ruffle him up and tear the cold mask of indifference off his face. 

These are very, very dangerous thoughts as he is quite sure that the boy would welcome those sorts of advances and Anakin has already committed to not allowing the boy into his bed. If not for the scandal should they be found, the questions of propriety, the fact that Kenobi is a ward of a foreign Count, then simply for the reason that Obi-Wan Kenobi is a spoiled little brat of a princeling, and Anakin is old enough to know better than to give into his demands.

He listens to Kenobi’s footsteps move further away from him, towards the elevator at the ends of the gardens that would take him to the speeder lot. He’d probably get into a speeder and fly back to his grandfather, pouting the entire way.

Yes, Anakin can see it now: Kenobi in the front seat of the speeder, full and pink bottom lip pushed out—perhaps even wobbling slightly, spit-slick too—hair a bit tangled and mussed from the wind, eye makeup smeared slightly from rubbing his hand over his face, pointing his speeder back to his grandfather’s apartments because he would never in a million years venture into the Lower Levels without some sort of guardian.

But—

What if Anakin is wrong?

After all, he only met the boy a few days ago. He has impressions of Kenobi, but that doesn’t mean the boy can’t surprise him. He’d been unexpectedly catty in the presence of Padmé: what if he could be unexpectedly brave and direct his speeder down far below the safest levels of Coruscant?

Dressed as he was, he would be noticed immediately. He’d be a target before he even stepped out of his speeder, and if anything happened to Kenobi, the blame would fall on Anakin’s shoulders.

Stars and moons and blasted suns, Anakin thinks to himself. 

He turns around. He follows Kenobi’s disappearing figure with his eyes. It’s rather easy to do at least, with how the boy glimmers and glows in the light of the lanterns as he kriffing sashays along the garden path to the elevator bays.

Anakin gnashes his teeth; Anakin’s feet start moving.

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The kriffing idiot goes to the Lower Levels.

Anakin barely has time to hijack a parked speeder and point it towards Kenobi’s when the boy flies his own over the edge of the lot and down at a steep angle.

Too steep of an angle to be going anywhere but to the Lower Levels—alone, looking as he does, dressed as he is.

Anakin curses once more and follows him over the edge.

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He’s just going to make sure nothing bad happens to the boy, that’s all. It’s practically his duty. And as long as Kenobi doesn’t feel him in the Force or see him following him, it won’t be giving into the boy’s whims. As long as the boy doesn’t know he’s there, then he will not think he has won, which is of the utmost importance. 

He has not won. 

This is the thought on repeat in Anakin’s head as he jumps down from his stolen speeder and lands on the ground of Level -214 solidly. Kenobi has already dragged his bike, a lithe, slim model of a speeder, into the crook of an alleyway, as if that’ll be enough to keep it safe.

Anakin lets out an explosive sigh as he watches the glimmering blue and silver figure disappear into the crowd. “Hey,” he barks to a street vendor leaning against the wall next to the mouth of that same alley, lazily using a long stick to stir a pot of foul-smelling, iridescently blue liquid. He tosses him a roll of credits. “That’s, uh. Fifty-eight credits. I’ll give you a hundred more if that bike is still there when I get back. Alright?” 

He doesn’t actually have one hundred more credits, but he knows he certainly looks like a man who does. The vendor seems to believe him, if the eager way he nods is any indication. Good. He can’t let the kriffing princeling’s speeder-bike be stolen, else the idiot would probably ask someone to give him a ride back to his apartments and either end up stolen himself or dead in a gutter.

Speaking of the princeling, Anakin can hardly see him anymore in the crowd, which obviously cannot stand. He throws the hood of his cloak up to cover his face and stalks after the boy.

Kenobi is already turning heads, just as Anakin knew he would, and while he takes a sort of sick satisfaction in being right, the feeling is mostly swallowed by a darker emotion, one that’s much harder to name. His feet pick up their pace as he watches Kenobi round an upcoming bend in the main street, eyes turned upwards as if basking in the neon lights and flickering signs. 

Fucking tourist, Anakin thinks to himself uncharitably even as he follows doggedly, eyes glued on the shifting muscles of Obi-Wan’s back and shoulders as he walks instead of the sentients on the streets around them.

Where is he even going? What does he even want to get out of this little excursion save for a layer of muck and grime on the hems of his robes and the perfume of smoke and liquor and stars know what else clinging to his skin? 

When Anakin visits these levels, it’s for a specific reason, to complete a specific purpose. He does not wander through the levels, he does not need to stop at the vendors or skulk inside the cantinas—though he has been known to indulge in the Lower Level clubs, moreso a decade or two ago than nowadays. 

It’s strange cutting through the crowds of this platform, feeling the slight sway of it beneath his feet as his ears are overwhelmed by the clamor of the inhabitants, as his eyes begin to strain under the barrage of flickering neon lights.

When he’s down here, he is usually heading towards a podrace or coming off the high of one, and this—following Kenobi in his useless, aimless trek—does not feel similar to either scenario. It feels more like he has already lost just by being here, traipsing after Kenobi’s figure like a dog on a leash.

Anakin is so distracted by his thoughts that he almost misses the moment that Kenobi stops.

Or is stopped.

Between one moment and the next, a tall, hulking form melts from the shadows of the cramped alleyway Kenobi has chosen to wander down. It’s a Zephrian, long purple horns curling around their thick and proud forehead, shoulders wider than two Kenobis put together. Their hands fall onto Kenobi, bringing him to a halt at the same time that Anakin realizes that he’s not the only one who has been following Kenobi as a much smaller figure darts forward from just in front of Anakin to launch itself up to land on Kenobi’s exposed and unguarded back, claws sinking into pale flesh and pulling a pained noise from Kenobi’s lips, high-pitched and soft, filled to the brim with surprise.

Its voice begins to chatter loudly in the narrow alley, and the Zephrian’s voice joins in, but Anakin cannot hear any of it over that sound Kenobi had made.

His feet are moving of their own accord, his body pushing roughly through the thin remnants of the crowd to get to Kenobi. 

“I—I don’t carry any credits on me,” Kenobi is saying, voice wobbling from fear or pain, Anakin doesn’t know.

The smaller figure, a Kowakian monkey-lizard, lets out a sound akin to a cackle, and its claws leave Kenobi’s skin to dive into the waves of his hair, grasping at a hair ornament—sapphire and twinkling diamond—and pulling it out of the locks with enough force that it pulls another cry from Kenobi’s lips as his hands raise to defend himself.

A moment later, Anakin is there, hand clenching down onto the Kowakian’s neck and ripping it away from Obi-Wan, the sound of his pain deafening even as it fades from the air. The Kowakian goes flying—Anakin hasn’t used the Force consciously in years, but that has to be what rises up and responds to the push of his hand, that has to be the reason the monkey-lizard slams so hard into the wall of the alleyway that the plaster cracks in multiple places as its body snaps.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan says, a punched-out, instinctual noise that Anakin has no idea how to interpret. He cannot turn to look at him either, because the Zephrian’s hazy red eyes go wide as he focuses them with what looks like great difficulty on the monkey-lizard’s rather unmoving body.

“Go,” Anakin commands, voice low and quiet, his body carefully moving in front of Kenobi’s as the boy shifted towards him, curled up on himself with one hand pressed to his face as if terribly injured or frightened. The Zephrian steps backwards, mouth twisting, and then steps forward with his mouth stretches into an angry snarl, eyes hazy with drink. The Force reverberates around them with a warning, and the Zephrian takes another aborted step forward, chest heaving.

“Anakin—” Obi-Wan cries, and Anakin’s hand shoots out. The Force runs up and down his arm, like a loth-cat batting at him for affection. You’ve returned, it seems to murmur in the air around them, nuzzling against his mind, his soul. 

He pushes out, picturing the Zephrian going flying as far and as hard as the Kowakian had, and the Force obeys with glee. The would-be attacker’s feet lift off the ground as he’s thrown into the same cracked wall as the monkey. Anakin hears his body connect with the duraplast, but he doesn’t watch it, swinging around fully to glare down at Kenobi.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” he’s growling out before he can stop himself, vision turning red as he glowers down at stubborn, willful, beautiful Kenobi. He takes a step forward, and Kenobi does not move except to tilt his head further up.

His eyes are dilated. Fear?

He should be afraid. Anakin has just—Anakin does not know what he’s just done, but there’s no undoing it. The Force is swirling around him like a churning whirlpool, the sort that sucked souls in and spat them out on Kamino for thousands of years. There had been a reason the Jedi warned him against using the Force. A reason he hadn’t touched his connection with it in decades, had simply suffered through its warnings and nudges and prods.

Now all his reasons lay in tatters around him, and the Force is so fucking loud.

Obi-Wan isn’t so much as breathing as he looks up at him, pink lips wet and parted as he allows him to approach, to back him up against the other side of the alley wall.

“What did I tell you?” Anakin snarls, hand falling to rest on Kenobi’s shoulder while the other makes a fist at his side. He’d fucking said—and now someone’s gone and made a mess of Kenobi’s hair; someone’s gone and clawed at his dimpled chin, leaving a long scrape up one cheek, leaving marks across the play of muscles on his back, leaving his eyes wide with fear which never would have happened if he’d just listened. His hand jumps up to smooth out the messy tangle of Kenobi’s hair, tenderness in the face of his fear warring with righteous anger.

“Is that what you wanted to see, princeling?” he murmurs, tightening his grip on Kenobi’s shoulder. “Was that enough of a Lower Levels experience for you?”

The boy shivers.

(Link to the corresponding poll for this fic)

[casp1an-sea]

Star Wars But Better Part 3

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

releasing more because I’m bored

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(Time skip recap: luc argues with their uncle over leaving. The next day they discover R2 ran away to find obi wan. Luc and Treepio go off to find the little droid before Owen can find out and are ambushed by sand people. Luc is knocked unconscious.)

Ben: *Great howling moan*

(Okay Time skip)

Ben: Hello there my little friend

(Okay time skip again here’s a recap of what just happened because I know you are very confused: Sand people were looting Luc so Ben came walking in with arms flailing making krayt dragon noises to scare them away. Then he said hi to artoo and told them that he’s obi wan he just changed his name. Then he took them all to his house. Not creepy I promise.)

(Oh yeah I also forgot you had to go find threepio before you went to Obi-wan’s house but that’s not important. Now your talking about your father)

Luc: Yeah no my dad wasn’t a soldier. I’m pretty sure he was a drug dealer or something.

Obi-wan: That’s what your uncle told you

Luc: Why the heck would he tell me my dad was a drug dealer if he wasn’t?

Obi-wan: The mind is a strange thing.

Luc: Ya know my uncle also told me you're a creepy old wizard but I don’t think he was wrong about that.

Obi-wan: (Laughs)

Luc: I wasn’t joking

Obi-wan: (Ignores Luc’s comment) Your father did fight in  the war. In fact we fought together.

Luc: Why do I keep meeting War vets?

C3PO: Pardon, but I am not a war vet

Luc: You fought in space battles right?

C3PO: Correct

Luc: Same difference

(R2 tweets that he’s a war vet of course only 3PO can understand)

Obi-wan: I was once a jedi night the same as your father

Luc: Now you’re a sad old hermit

Obi-wan: You seem suprisingling unfazed by this.

Luc: My dad died before I was born. Whatever he did doesn’t really affect me, does it?

Obi-wan: Ah but it does! (Goes to a chest and takes something out of it. It looks like a CERVEZA CRISTAL… jk jk it looks like a silver cylinder) This was your father's. He wanted you to have it when you got old enough. (Thinks: Well not really but If I hadn’t happened to get it by cutting off his limbs and watching his body burn in lava then he probably would)

Luc: (Looks at it judgingly) What is it

Obi-wan: It’s a lightsaber, the weapon of a Jedi!

Luc: (Snatches it quickly) My dad would give weapons to unstable children?! Man we would’ve gotten along!

Obi-wan: (Laughs nervously)

Luc: So how’d he die? I never believed my uncle's story about him falling in the bathtub.

Obi-wan: Ah, that’s how he got a scar down his face.

Luc: By falling in the bathtub? How does that even happen?

Obi-wan: (Shrugs) How he died though was much darker. (He has flashbacks of Anakin’s burnt chicken nugget looking body) He was killed by Darth Vader.

Luc: That’s a lot cooler than falling in the bathtub. How did he kill him?

Obi-wan: Uhhhh….. Maybe that’s a story for another time.

Luc: I bet it’s gory then.

Obi-wan: Unfortunately yes. (Seems like he’s going to cry for a second and then regains composure) It was the force that killed your father, the dark side.

Luc: Force? Like Newton's laws and stuff?

Obi-wan: No no, it’s a mystical thing. It’s in all beings in the galaxy it flows in us and around us. Some people like the Jedi have the ability to control it to some degree. You have that ability.

Luc: And I’m just hearing about this now?!

(R2 Beeps)

Obi-wan: Ah yes, let's see what is going on with your little friend.

Luc: I saw part of the message but apparently I’m not special enough to see the whole thing. (Glares at R2)

(R2 whistles quietly and then plays the video)

Obi-wan: Well it seems he has changed his mind.

Luc: Yes it does (Continues glaring at R2)

Leia: General Kenobi you knew my father or something… my ship is under attack… special plans we got from a confidential information vending machine is inside this droid. My father knows how to find it. So yeah go to Alderan fast. Help me Obi-wan Kenobi! You’re my only hope!

Obi-wan: You must learn the ways of the force if you are to come with me to Alderan.

Luc: (Is shocked) Wait what. That just kinda came out of nowhere.

Obi-wan: Did it? I assumed you’d known you’d be coming with me.

Luc: Why? Why would I even go with you? You're a strange hermit I just met who forced me into your house and gave me a weapon. Also like My Uncle doesn’t trust you and I’m not supposed to leave the planet till after harvest.

Obi-wan: I need your help Luke, she needs your help. I’m getting too old for this kind of thing.

Luc: That’s your problem.

Obi-wan: That’s your uncle talking

Luc: How can I get you to leave me alone?

Obi-Wan: Come with me to Alderan.

Luc: Yeah that’s not gonna happen I got stuff to do. Lots of stuff. I’ll take you as far as Ancorhead if you’ll get off my back and let me go home.

Obi-Wan: If that is how far you will go. Then shall I teach you the ways of the force?

Luc: NO! Sorry old man but I’m not joining whatever cult you're running.

Obi-wan: it’s not a cult it-

Luc: Yeah whatever let’s get to Ancorhead, like I said I have stuff to do.

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[whohatessand]

No obligation whatsoever but this literally popped into my head as I read your prompt post (because at the same time my cat was trying to squeeze into my lap beneath the table): Obi-Wan gets a pet and tries to hide it from Anakin (but he is very bad at hiding it).

Hope you enjoy whatever it is you decide to write!

This isn't very long, but your prompt was soooo cute! Thank you so much for sending it and I hope you like it!

I have not written any fic in two years so guys please go easy on me.

If you asked Anakin, he would have told you he lost his kriffing mind. 

The 501st was lucky enough to finish their lengthy battle earlier than expected—well, a little bit of luck and a whole lot of strategy—which meant Anakin had the luxury of temporarily returning to the Jedi Temple. Coruscant was home to many things; his quarter in Jedi Temple, Dex’s diner, (underground speeder races,) and whenever his timing was fortunate enough, Obi-Wan. 

He hoped now would be one of those fortunate times.

As soon as his battalion returned to Coruscant, he bid his proper greetings and rushed home to their shared quarters in the Temple. The rumor was Obi-Wan’s men had returned late last week, Anakin could only hope their timing lined up perfectly this time around.

But before Anakin could even complete a proper search through their quarters, he found himself staring straight at a strange loth-cat in the middle of their living space. The cat was small and auburn, a color that reminded him solely of Obi-Wan’s hair, and it sat upon their kitchen counter like it belonged there. 

Huh.

“Uh, Obi-Wan?” Anakin called out from the living room, eyes stuck upon the cat in intrigue. 

“Anakin?” The Jedi Master sounded equal parts surprised and excited as he popped out of his room in a hurry, patting the wrinkles from his tunic. “I had no idea you were coming back so soon.” 

“We finished early,” Anakin glanced back and forth between Obi-Wan and the loth-cat, wondering why his Master didn’t seem to be reacting at all. “There’s a... loth-cat in the living room.” 

A beat of awkward silence passed before Obi-Wan nodded. 

“Yes, there is a loth-cat in the living. Astute observation, Anakin.” 

Anakin rolled his eyes fondly. Obi-Wan always had a way of answering his questions without ever really answering his questions, didn't he?

“But why is there a cat in here? Did you adopt a pet?” It wasn’t like Obi-Wan to come home with a loth-cat, but war was taxing and maybe even Jedi Masters need a buddy sometimes. Anakin supposed he understood the appeal.

“Well, I think to say he adopted me would seem a bit more accurate.” Obi-Wan stroked a hand across his auburn beard as he explained. “He followed me home a few days ago, and I must admit, I didn’t have the heart to shoo him off.” 

Fair. If he was a loth-cat, he would probably follow Obi-Wan home with big, pleading eyes too. Plus, Anakin had to admit, it was a very cute kitten.

He sighed heavily, “Does he have a name?” 

A tiny grin curled upon the corners of Obi-Wan lips, that true, genuine smile Anakin missed all too often. “He makes plenty of messes for me to clean, demands constant supervision, and always seems to be getting into trouble. I was thinking about calling him Anakin.” 

“Very funny.” Anakin forced a bitter laugh, though there was no real anger behind the gesture, only affection. “Fine, Anakin can stay, as long as we pick him a new name. Maybe we can pick one together this time.” 

“Yes, I would quite like that.”

Obi-Wan crossed the room and held out his hand for the loth-cat. Anakin’s heart just about melted in his chest as he watched the tiny, fuzzy creature rub its head against Obi-Wan's hand with a soft purr. With his other hand, the one not occupied by their new furry companion, he clasped his grip gently upon Anakin’s shoulder. “I missed you, Anakin.” 

“Me too.” 

[rexismycopilot]

Babes let me tell you the last few days at work have been an entire shit show I’m like literally can’t even so I’m here to tell you about my thoughts on Anakin and Obi wan at the gym

Listen the 24 hour gym is literally free serotonin hit at literally any time of the day how ever many times you want in a day for ten dollars a fucking month. Like Anakin gets hooked on going all the time quickly (especially because he gets horny after the gym and Obi wan is always horny for him especially after the gym and who’s passing up orgasm serotonin on top of gym serotonin? Not Anakin.)

Obi wan isn’t always free to go to the gym whenever he wants to go so anakin ropes Ayala into going. There are these TikToks of friends going to the gym with the sound of “He might not look like he gets bitches but honey that dick was eleven inches” while working out and that is them. Like mind ya business and keep your headphones on the gym is for gossip and gains babes

If they get a home gym anakin is not allowed a shirt to work out in. And he has to wear his cage because core work outs are regular. (Listen maybe this is too kinky? Idk but obi wan just sitting there watching anakin do his work outs. Anakin getting more and more squirmy cause he can see Obi wan’s dick getting harder just from watching and it’s making anakin feel so desperate but he has to keep doing his work out so daddy can get off because he likes watching his boy work out)

And a POOL Like I said Anakin on the Beach rights but Anakin by the Pool rights as well. Especially when he lifts himself up and he’s just dripping water like a green god all tanned skin and lighter hair, because fucking hell anakin spends a shit ton of time out side now and his hair is lighter and his skin is darker and it makes obi wan feral (anakin taped a design right where his swim trunks land on his waist and now he has a little sun there thats paler than the rest of his skin and obi wan has yet to recover come that Christmas)

But since we’re at the pool Obi wan does burn he stays in the shade while anakin splashes in the water but that doesn’t stop the Freckles. Anakin has to hold back dropping to his knees every second of the damn summer because his daddy’s shoulders are speckled to high heaven and there’s even some across his nose that use to be so light and now they’re prominent and his daddy just looks so good

They obviously end up fucking in the pool probably late at night? Or maybe when they know their neighbors are on vacation

Oh wait! I thought of this today while stretching with my friend.

Anakin hates stretching after or before workouts his daddy has a hard line about stretching and warming up once he realizes that it could cause an injury or cramps if you don’t and he makes anakin do it by himself, but he always helps anakin stretch after (at home) because one it’s an excuse to tease anakin with firm touches to sensitive areas and “I don’t know why you’re acting like this anakin I’m just helping you stretch out.” But during the whole thirty seconds obi wan is pushing his right knee up to his chest his other hand is gently smoothing back and forth closer and closer to his cock and hole. Anakin is panting and whimpering a pleading for obi wan to please please please fuck him.

Okay, I know this ask has a lot of great ideas in it, but my mind decided to 100% focus on the pool.

I don't know why I never thought of them having a pool (probably because it's pretty rare where I live where it's just cold all the damn time)

OKAY BUT Anakin spending a lot of time spending and outside and Obi-Wan diligently applying sunscreen and watching Anakin from his poolside chair as he reads. ripriprip rex 🫠

And also, the freckles that Obi-Wan would get!!! Omg! I'm losing my mind. Also at the late night pool sex. Also at Obi-Wan watching Anakin clean the pool.

Now onto the gym ideas!! My brain has also latched on to Aayla and Anakin going to the gym together! Two besties working out together, complaining, being silly.

And Anakin gets to take all that home to Obi-Wan 🥺 And also, imagine how proud Plo would be too because working out is supposedly good for mental health (i call bs because to me working out is actual torture, but maybe it'll go better for Anakin lmao)

but also Obi-Wan making anakin do a bunch of pushups while Obi-Wan just casually jerks off and anakin is not allowed to stop until he physically can't anymore

[ocd-kenobi]

Hi, the posture Obi-Wan anon here! Sorry for sending you so many pictures, I’m just really fascinated by your explanation. Thank you for doing this!

Hello!!!! Thanks for coming back! Seriously, I’m always happy to go on and on about this. I love this quartet of pain, thank you. 

1. As open/slutty/flirty as he gets! He’s finally close to getting what he wanted! Finally close to his happy ending, so he lets himself loose. This pose echoes the first Phantom Menace pose I analyzed yesterday, BUT with some important differences. His pelvis is tucked under in this picture, which makes me think he’s just fucking exhausted. It’s also how a lot of us tend to stand when our back hurts, even though it usually makes it worse. It’s ALSO a very UNGUARDED way to stand, because your core and back are in no way ready for quick strong movement. Or maybe he’s just letting the importance of his cocked hip (so flirty!) and limp wrist (sending so many signals please pick them up Anakin) override any other sense of his body. His chest is still caved and his shoulders are still rolled forward, so the openness doesn’t seem natural, but it’s like he’s making an effort to open up his body language. (Also, god, just, to be honest, every picture of Obi-Wan OR Ewan McGregor in/around this movie makes my shoulders ache in sympathy because they just look plain sore. So many duels.)

2. You mean the entire half a movie where he stands completely curled in on himself and strokes his beard just to keep himself from throwing up for ten minutes longer? His comfort-seeking posture of hugging his arms close to his chest and fidgeting? The happy medium of a deeply insecure person who has figured out a way to stand in a way that can be passed off as reasonably professional? His ten-year retreat into the internal starts as soon as he sees that holo-recording, and it starts in his body language. Whatever openness he was working up toward allowing for himself at the end of the war gets locked back down in an exaggeration of his habitual guardedness. EXCEPT:

3. This beautiful, vulnerable surrender. This whole awful fight is an exposure for him, a willful admission of all his flaws, including of course the fact that he can’t even finish the job on his own. Idk it’s such a “come back to me” pose. And again, his stance is not strong at all in this photo, he is not braced for impact, his chest is not guarded. He’s not worried about losing this fight; he has the high ground he wouldn’t stand like that for a second if he was anxious about that. But the fatigue and pleading in the limp, open arms pose suggests a plea to stop fighting, not a show of dominance (which I think it would look like if he, say, was standing up straight or held his arms at a harder angle.) Anyways, good de-escalation body language. Good try, buddy. Good try.

4. Him!! My fave rickety old man on his secret rendez-vous! Very interesting to think about. What stands out to me is that this is a moment of him gathering himself and preparing for combat with an old lover opponent. I mean he holds himself with this sort of anticipation once he senses Vader’s presence that he doesn’t have on Tatooine or on the Falcon, where he is more relaxed. But what is interesting is that what he manages to gather here is an echo of propriety, not of strength. Perhaps because he has lost his strength, but can tap into the propriety if he needs to. His back straightens, his shoulders are held back and open (though they seem muscularly uneven from years of living like a normal person). He has his saber at the ready, no longer able to trust his quick reflexes like he was on Mustafar. He may not be braced for impact but he has the appearance of someone who is grounded and emotionally ready for death impact, at least. Weirdly, this is maybe the show of dominance not present in the Mustafar picture, because he has already decided how he is going to win and he does, this time, want to make a statement about it to Anakin, because he’s playing the long, long con of getting him back since pleading didn’t work.

[bi-wan]

Alright the Boxer au fanart- Listen, I put a lot of me panicking in the tags, but now I need to give you actual thoughts bc it is my favorite <33 Out of all the art I've ever seen you post, Cam, this is the one that really knocked me in the head. I have been staring at it for the past however long its been and even tried to distract myself, but came back to it. So let's get into it- Number 1- HIS FACE OMG- the line of sweat pouring down his cheek- I want Obi-wan to lick it and then kiss that cute, but utterly cocky look off of his face. Anakin knows he is the best and his whole relaxed demeanor shoes it. AND THE LIGHTING- woof, i adore that Anakin's chest becomes the center of attention in this piece. At first I thought he had nipple piercings and was WOAH- and then I was like MORE WOAH bc that's just his cute little nipples. Obi-wan should lick those too >:0 And his ARMS- woof as well. The muscle, the lighting, the way he's just leaning back and holding himself up on the strings?? idk about boxing listen- it's hot and that's what matters. Obi-wan should lick and bite his muscles bc they both deserve it. I can imagine so many different things with this and I have no idea what part Obi-wan plays in this au or if he's even in it, but I am in love with it. In conclusion to my five paragraph essay, this is beautiful and i am going to keep staring at it for eternity <33

Leaf!!!

I know very little about boxing too (my partner is a fan and I am subjected to watching sometimes), but listen, licking your opponent's sweat and cute nipples is allowed in this au because Anakin is VERY pretty when he is that excited and focused (on Obi-Wan, of course).

And also, of course he loves bare-knuckle boxing because he is a violent unhinged baby ♥

I'm so happy you liked him! I feel like it's been a long time since I drew something for myself (not that I don't enjoy making art for other people's ideas! I do ♥) and he came out just as I imagined him.

Thank you for your wonderful comments, they made my day!!