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Tickletober 2022 - Day 20: Counting

A/N: For @hotshot624. I've never written for this pair before and it may be the last time XD. It's very difficult for me to get them in character, I think especially because Anakin has never been on my radar as a character to be tickled. But regardless (and even though it's late), I hope you enjoy! Thanks for sending in the prompt :)

Fandom: Star Wars (Prequels)

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi

"I can't focus anymore..."

"You're not trying your hardest."

"I am! I counted all the way to one hundred like you'd suggested, master," Anakin was not good at the meditation thing that Obi-Wan seemed so keen for. But his master repeatedly swears that inner peace and centering oneself with the force is a key move to mastering it. It was just so... so... boring.

Obi-Wan rose a brow, but other than that his face remained emotionless, "Count again. Would it help if I counted aloud?"

"No, no more counting," Anakin sighed, "I'm sick of it. When can we actually start training, master?"

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to give a retort to his Padawan straight away. Something along the lines of, 'Because this is equally as important as training with your physical body,' but he decided against it. Kenobi closed his lips and stood up, "Get up, then."

Anakin blinked a few extra times without moving his body, a little in shock. Did he... did he really just win an argument? With Obi-Wan?? Either this was all a trick or a plan his elder master had, or this was turning out to be a good day. Anakin stood up with him.

"You're on defense," Obi-Wan started to instruct, "You hit me, you gain a point. I hit you, you lose a point. Same for me. Whoever gets to zero points first loses..."

"And... has to drink the old Bantha milk still sitting in the commissary lounge?" Anakin smirked, confident as ever, and childish to suggest a punishment.

"We start at five points apiece," Obi-Wan got into his typical pre-fight stance, no sabers.

And even though Obi-Wan instructed Anakin to be on the defense, of course his Padawan lunged first, missing as Obi-Wan stepped aside. Hmph. Their dance continued like this, both evading. Until Anakin took a step too large for his balance and Obi-Wan side-swiped him, tapping his arm, "You're down to four. Mind the counting," he wanted to smirk.

Anakin groaned. He knew Obi-Wan had a plan this whole time, and it was slowly coming to fruition. He complained about counting, and now he was reminded of that.

Unsurprisingly to Obi-Wan, but quite surprisingly to Anakin, the Jedi master had Anakin down to his last point, while he'd only lost one.

"Focus," Obi-Wan reminded.

Anakin was angry. He had been training to control his anger and not lash out. But he did not want Obi-Wan to best him, wanting to prove himself to his master and show him that he didn't need any stupid quiet time to be a Jedi... and he really didn't want to drink that rancid Bantha milk.

Thinking with this rashness in mind, Anakin did not perform well. He barely noticed when he'd kicked a leg out and threw a punch that Obi-Wan ducked beneath him and ended up behind him. Kenobi grabbed Anakin's hand and pulled it behind his back in a lock, "Looks like you lose."

"Rrgh!" Anakin growled, grimacing at the arm hold his master had him in.

"Do you want to start counting the amount of time before you get yourself out of this hold?" Obi-Wan was being cheeky now. He'd been holding it back relatively well, to anyone with an untrained ear, he would've just been coaching his Padawn up until this point, "Or shall I get you started? One..."

"Alright, you've made your point," Anakin sighed.

Obi-Wan didn't want Anakin upset over this tiny spat. That was never his intention, though it did feel good to put Anakin in his place every once in a while. Keeping Anakin's one arm in his hold, Obi-Wan used a free hand of his to poke Anakin's side. At first it went unnoticed. But then he poked more than once, in spurts.

"Hey," Anakin jerked and he was putting more strength into getting his arm back.

"I'll start over then," Obi-Wan said and he poked a finger on Anakin's lowest rib, "One," then the next up, "Two," and the next, "Three... Anakin, you really ought to get yourself out of this mess before I start enjoying myself too much."

Anakin actually blushed, feeling the heat in his cheeks not from his outrage, but from embarrassment, "M-Master!" his breath caught at Obi-Wan's overt teases. Anakin pulled his arm free, or so he thought, but the older Jedi took Anakin down to the floor like it was nothing.

"Goodness," Obi-Wan sighed, acting dejected, "Now I've got to start again, I've forgotten where I left off."

"Plehehease don't!" Anakin had a smile on his face before he could help it and Obi-Wan's fingers were back at his ribs, poking and audibly counting every one. When he felt bold, he would jam an extra finger into the space between Anakin's ribs just to hear him yelp.

Anakin was laughing in no time. If he'd kick his leg or bring an arm up to shove Obi-Wan's away, the man would just start counting again, regardless if he started at rib one! He was just counting for the sake of annoying Anakin by now!

"OKAhahahay! Okay, I gehet it! I'll focus! I'll meditahate! Plehehehease."

"Hm," Obi-Wan seemed satisfied with that and he stood up, brushing his robes off. He extended a hand down to his Padawan panting on the floor and once Anakin was standing, Obi-Wan started heading toward the door to leave.

"Wh-Where are you going, master? We're not finished with our time yet."

"Oh, I'm just going to retrieve the Bantha milk. I'll be right back," and Obi-Wan turned with a wide grin upon his face, leaving Anakin groaning and cursing the fact he brought that up in the first place.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Ethereal Embrace - Anakin Skywalker X Female Reader

Title: Ethereal Embrace

Anakin Skywalker X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Random Queen very briefly (Mentioned) and Obi-Wan (Mentioned)

WC: 1,619

Warnings: Mentions of the Jedi Code, slightly suggestive, forbidden love/romance, italics, slight angst, and fluff

The setting of the double sun's rays bathed the desert in golden light. The large pine-like trees rustled as a cold breeze blew through them. The air was filled with the lovely scent of sweet flowers. All around the desert, lush green vegetation had spread across the sand. This desert was no ordinary desert, though. It was a special place where life flourished and was protected by the people who lived there. Zithara was the exact definition of an oasis in a desert. In the middle of this paradise, stood the city known as Euphoril. You and Anakin had been sent on a mission to help protect the city from the Queen's evil uncle who wanted to steal the throne. Though, he was easily defeated.

Anakin shed his robes, folding it and placing it upon one of the chairs in the room. The sleeping quarters that the Queen of Zithara had given both you and Anakin were very spacious and luxurious. They even included a private bathing pool inside the rooms. However, neither you nor Anakin required two rooms.

Anakin first met you when you started your Jedi training. Being around the same age, he was often paired with you for training and missions. Though there were rules against attachments and relationships, that didn’t really stop Anakin from getting closer with you, and vice versa. And what started off as just a fun, goofy friendship, ended up turning into a - fun and passionate - secret relationship.

It was fun, in the beginning, sneaking around and sharing forbidden kisses in darkened hallways. It was a bit hard to really spend time together in the daytime - unless you were on missions - but at night, you always left your quarters unlocked. Anakin would spend the night almost every night, but there was always that danger of leaving your room in the morning without being noticed. You and Anakin only got caught once - via Anakin leaving your room - thankfully only by Obi-Wan, who was actually supportive of the relationship.

Hearing your melodic humming, Anakin raised his head, his eyes landing on you as you emerged from the bathing pool in the joined room. Dressed in a soft, silk blue robe, you brushed your fingers through your wet hair, stopping at the open balcony. The golden light from the sunsets illuminated you in an ethereal glow, making Anakin sigh deeply. A Goddess, that was what you were; he was sure. You turned to look at him and smiled. Anakin could feel himself falling deeper in love with you with each passing moment, more so with each enchanting smile you sent his way and every gentle touch you bestowed upon him.

To have you in his life - as his best friend and love of his life - what more could he ever want or need?

A warm smile slipped upon his lips as he silently made his way over to you on the balcony. His strong arms slipped around you, pulling you back against his bare chest, before dipping his nose into the side of your neck; inhaling the scent of roses that lingered on your soft skin. You giggled lightly at the ticklish sensation - music to his ears - your hands coming up to grasp his forearms. As he continued to hold you, Anakin closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of your fingertips against his skin. He could never get enough of being near you - touching you.

A small chuckle escaped from your throat as Anakin pressed featherlight kisses along your neck and jawline; his one hand leaving your waist to brush your hair away, allowing him more access to your neck. Only then, did he hear you speak, "You seem to be in a good mood." Your voice was laced with amusement. 

Anakin paused his ministrations, nuzzling his nose into the space between your neck and shoulder. He paused, before his eyes opened, his gaze found the sunset; his chin moved to the top of your head. "I'm with you," He began, lightly tugging you impossibly closer into his chest, "Of course, I am in a good mood."

You hummed, the tips of your fingers brushing along the cool leather of his glove, "I would've thought it was because of how successful our mission was." You remarked before turning in his hold, your arms wrapping themselves around his waist; your fingers locking behind his back. "So successful, in fact, that we finished it early."

Anakin huffed, flickering his gaze away from ours briefly, "Don't remind me," He muttered, one hand brushing up and down your back soothingly, "I am glad that we finished the mission early, but I do not wish to leave this planet yet." The mere thought of flying back to Coruscant made his stomach twist; he wanted to spend as much alone time - away from the Jedi Masters - with you as possible.

"Really?" You murmured, glancing over at the last light before looking back up at him; your eyes searching his, "I thought you would've been overjoyed to leave this planet. Seeing as there is sand... Everywhere."

He hummed, gazing down at you - his hand coming up to brush your drying hair from your face before cupping your cheek, "Yes, there certainly is sand everywhere." Anakin breathed, his thumb moving gently across your flushed cheek, "But I am most happy, right here, with you."

Your smile softened, a short hum leaving you, "Me too, Ani," You leaned up to press a kiss to his waiting lip, but before Anakin could even think about deepening it, you suddenly slipped out of his arms; he followed your movements - amused and entranced - as you ran up to the large bed; an almost carefree laugh leaving you as you jumped and landed on it.

You sat up, propping yourself up onto your elbows, before flipping onto your side. Looking over at Anakin, you couldn't help but smile when you saw the content expression on his face as he gazed over at you. "Are you just going to stand there or join me?" You asked playfully, a coy grin stretching across your lips.

Anakin smirked in response, taking large strides over to the bed, and with a quick leap, he landed on the bed beside you; his arms instantly snaking around your body. For the next couple of minutes, everything was silent, except for the occasional breeze that fluttered through the air from the open glass doors of the balcony where you both once stood. 

You were both side by side, Anakin's one arm lying underneath your head as an additional pillow, whilst his gloved hand brushed up and down your spine. You played with the ends of his golden, dark blonde hair with one hand, your free hand caressed the contours of his face tenderly; mapping out the constellations of his freckles. The pair of you gazed lovingly at one another, completely oblivious to the world around you. Lost in your own little world, your own little universe.

With a sigh, he turned his head slightly into your hand, his lips brushing against your fingertips in a butterfly-esque kiss. "I don't want to go back," Anakin whispered to you, his grip tightened around you slightly; pulling you closer.

"I know, my love," You replied, "I also do not wish to leave. This place... It's magical." You said quietly, continuing to trace his features with your finger; down his forehead, down the slope of his nose, before ending at his lips. "But we are here, and we have this moment together. Just you and me. No Jedi Code, no rules, no expectations..." You trailed off, letting your words drift out into the quiet night air, "Just us." You sighed out.

There was a slight pause, as Anakin let out a sigh of his own; it was almost too good to be true. "Just us,” He repeated, his words came out barely above a whisper, but you heard him nonetheless. "I wish we could stay like this forever." His gloved hand slipped from your figure, cupping your cheek once more, "I love you, Y/N." Anakin murmured, leaning in close to nuzzle your nose with his.

Taking the hand from your cheek, you carefully removed the leather, revealing the robotic hand that replaced the flesh one that he had lost. Anakin watched, feeling as if his soul was melting as you pressed a soft kiss to the palm of the metal. "And I love you, Anakin." You replied softly, looking up at him with such love and adoration in your sparkling eyes. He swore that there were galaxies trapped within those eyes of yours.

Sighing deeply, Anakin reached for your face and brought you closer to his, capturing your lips with his. Your lips fit perfectly against his. Kissing you felt like home. The passion and longing that surrounded you both made Anakin forget everything that plagued his mind; every dark thought, every fear; every worry; every doubt. He loved you unconditionally. With you by his side, nothing could ever go wrong. 

Holding you in his arms, he let his eyes fall shut, hearing your steady breathing that matched his. Feeling the edges of sleep take over his senses, Anakin leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. 

Upon waking, Anakin was met with a dark room. This room was unlike the one on Zithara. There was no balcony, no fancy chairs, nor a large comfy bed he remembered lying upon. And beside him, you were gone. Confusion wrapped around him briefly before the sound of the sliding door opening drew his attention. At the door, the cloaked figure stood, and with a deep voice, he spoke, "Darth Vader, it's time to start your training."

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MINORS DNI 18+

WARNINGS: anakin being persistent, sexual content such as tame exhibitionism and sexual touching, fem anatomy, choking.

You had only meant to visit ANAKIN SKYWALKER's quarters for a short while but somehow the bastard had coaxed you into staying longer. He’d discarded a shirt before you got here, and your hands gratefully roamed the expanse of his chest and rigid muscle, clawing his biceps when he bit your favorite spot on your neck.

“I can’t stay, you know,” you breathed, cocking your head in order for him to have more access to you, flattening his tongue over his teeth marks. He hummed in response, unimpressed with your lame excuses, because here you remained. “Ani—“ you had begun but your own gasp interrupted you as he sucked on your pulse point. Your protests wavered, his large hand cupping your entire breast to knead.

“You can,” he told you, as if he didn’t believe you had to go, that this would magically solve things.

He hovered over you, and you couldn’t resist wandering your hands up his shoulders, his back. Feel up his shoulder blades, dig your fingers into the plush of flesh at the base near his hips. “You miss me?” he teased.

“Of course I do,”

“What if we’re quick?”

“Anakin,” you replied warningly, and he pulled back, meeting your scolding raised eyebrow. Finally, he yielded, obeying your gentle hands, guiding him to crawl off of you and plant his bare feet on the ground.

“Alright, alright, angel. As you wish. But you know where to find me when you change your mind,”

As he spoke, you gathered your things, heading to the door. Your walked backwards to give him a soft smile, “I might have time to pay you a visit tonight.” you flirted, and he advanced on you, strolling with you facing each other, inches apart. You grinned, dreamily, watching him moisten his lips, giving you a once-over. Unavoidable to get flustered when he looked at you like he could eat you alive, a blush rose to your cheeks.

Closing in on the door, you heard a beep that knocked you both of your stupors, whirling your head around to see behind you. Before you could turn, Anakin sprung into action, hand on your chest to pin you against the wall. His door slid open, and he leaned against the frame of it, cutting off any intruders from coming inside to see you where you didn’t belong.

“Master!” Anakin exclaimed in pleasant surprise. “Come for a rematch?”

Obi Wan eyed his informal attire. His loose fitted black pants and nothing else. “Anakin.” he greeted, “Entertaining company?”

Anakin merely smiled, attempting to throw his master off his trail. “Of course not.”

While they conversed, Anakin’s hand ventured from your chest. Curiously, you followed it with your gaze, your stomach twitching when his finger tips grazed a a ticklish area. Bound southward, the pads of his middle and ring finger dipped in and circled your already-swollen clit. To halt his naughty adventure, you grabbed hold of his wrist to tug him off.

He didn’t like that.

That very hand removed itself as you’d insisted, but replaced itself around the column of your neck. It ignited a fire inside of you, shooting straight down to your core as Anakin’s conversation was nothing short of nonchalant as his large fingers squeezed onto you. Shortness of breath wasn’t a problem, you wished he’d kept trying to finger you instead to dull that ache that he just enflamed.

“We’ve got a new assignment. You’ll need to meet me in the briefing room as soon as possible.” Obi Wan cut you out of your dirtying thoughts.

As if sensing your heightened nerves, Anakin’s thumb soothingly traced the line of your jaw. His calloused skin rubbing against yours and the intimacy of the gesture, caused tingles.

“I have to finish something up here, then I’ll be on my way.” your lover replied, carelessly. It thrilled you to no end, pressing your thighs together at the idea of being the “something he has to finish”. You dared a glance at him, an easy smile on his face, but a dark glint in his eyes.

The door slid shut.

“Something quick.” you exhaled, pulling him closer by the waistband of his pants, unable to contain yourself any longer.

Lost in your eyes he confirmed, “Something quick.”

[thegingerwrites]

omegaverse ficlet, omega!Anakin and alpha!obi-wan, I could not get this art out of my head it was just too adorable

Anakin sighs and presses his hips back, stretching out and putting himself on display all at once. He looks over his shoulder at Obi-Wan, who shakes his head and knows exactly what his omega needs.

“You want more?” Obi-Wan falls on top of Anakin, pressing him down heavily into the mattress. Anakin squirms beneath him, breathless and laughing. His joy in the Force is effervescent, unmistakeable. Any struggle he puts up is for the game of it alone and Obi-Wan is more than willing to play along with him.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of Anakin’s neck, the sensitive curve of skin and tendon between his shoulder and his jaw. His teeth graze the skin there and Anakin trembles. Anakin has been begging for new marks, new indentations of his teeth to show off. He was in the training salles shirtless again today.

Anakin arches his back, grinding back against Obi-Wan in a plea for movement. Obi-Wan nips at Anakin’s neck and grins. “What a needy omega!”

“No,” Anakin whines but it’s broken up by laughter when Obi-Wan finds a particularly ticklish spot under Anakin’s jaw. “I’m always good, alpha!” he gasps.

“Oh? What about the scene you made in the training salle? Or the stunt you pulled in front of the Council chambers?”

Anakin walked with him to his Council meeting today, not an uncommon or unwanted occurrence. But just before he left, Anakin made a show of kissing him, long and lingering, right as Master Windu walked in.

Anakin laughs and the sound of it is like starlight. “You liked both of those, I know it.”

And it’s true, Obi-Wan did. He likes seeing Anakin walk around with his marks on display. He likes that everyone else knows they belong to each other.

Anakin’s happiness is incandescent in the Force, radiating warmth and light like a summer day. How could Obi-Wan possibly refuse this man anything?

[maytheforcebetickle]

Star Wars Tickle Fic Ideas

I'm just going to make a list of 20 star wars tickle fic Ideas that either I or someone else can write! It's to get my creative juices flowing!

Jedi Lyn Rakish and Apprentice Barriss Offee grow their friendship through sparring and a surprise tickle attack.

Padme admits a little playful secret to Anakin Skywalker and he falls deeper in love with her and her laugh than he ever thought possible.

Qui-gon teaches Padawan Obi-wan Kenobi the importance of meditating through distractions.

A book is discovered detailing the ancient secrets of force tickling, and just how powerful of a method it can be.

Luke Skywalker finds Ahsoka Tano to ask about his father and her's history. Turns out Luke has the same tickle spots as Anakin did.

After getting Ezra back, Sabine can't help but make sure he's in her line of sight at all times. Ezra finds a sneaky way to let her know that he'll be alright and she doesn't have to worry so much.

Chewey discovers he doesn't have to rip people's arms off to get what he wants. Or Han Solo is being chased around the Falcon by a wookie who has found out that his friend is ticklish.

Darth Sidious decides to punish Count Dooku for failing him, but instead of the regular force lightning, he has a different tactic in mind.

Rey discovers Kylo Ren's true weakness. Now it is him running for his life.

Cad Bane hardly ever shows his affection for TODO 360, but when he has no one else to piss off or get the upper hand on, he supposes he can make do with his barely adequate droid companion.

Chopper finds young Hera sulking in a corner and decides to cheer her up.

While Obi-Wan and Anakin team up to do a two-man stealth mission, it leaves Captain Rex and Commander Cody to engage in friendly competition.

Nala Se teaches Omega about medical practices. Or Nala Se is finally honest with Omega about how much she means to her.

Quinlan Vos and Asajj Ventress are two shattered people, but that doesn't mean they don't show their softest edges to each other.

Savage Opress and Darth maul express their deep concern for each other by threatening to end the other's life. Do they mean it? Probably not, but one of them will be tickled mercilessly.

General Grievous recounts a time when he was not all metal. His late partner Kummar was able to invoke emotions within him that no one else could.

R2D2 is tired of C3PO's overuse of big words. It's time to find out if droids can giggle.

Lando Calrissian and L3-37 have a small argument. Luckily for Lando, droids are ticklish.

Set in a universe where Shmi isn't sold off by Watto and instead freed, Anakin brings Obi-Wan, Padme, Ahsoka, and his 501st to visit his mom. He never expected such embarrassment and betrayal by his own mother much to the amusement of everyone else involved.

Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor somehow survive the explosion. They find solace and comfort in each other.

[helpinghanikan]

Star Wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 12: Massage (Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Kinktober Masterlist

It’s quiet in the Temple dorms. Most master Jedi either have their own quarters or share with their fellow Jedi. Sharing with another Jedi means you get a larger room, that was the reason you gave for sharing quarters with Obi-wan. That didn’t mean the beds were any comfier.

“Turn around,” Obi-Wan told you on the bed. “This will help.”

His hands start off as cold. Your nightshirt is the only thing keeping you safe from those chilly hands. Even so, his thumbs pressing between your shoulder blades really was starting to help.

Massages are dangerous. It doesn’t take long for Obi-Wan to convince you to lay face down on the bed. It takes an even shorter amount of time for those cold hands to find their way under your shirt. His knuckles gliding upwards with an even pressure. Dragging back down with that same pressure and repeating the process until he has a better idea of just how many knots were plaguing your back.

“What have you been doing while I was away? Not lifting with your knees, it seems.” Obi-Wan comments.

Your shirt is now gone. Letting him take it off and tossed in the vague direction of your dirty clothes pile. By this point his cold hands had started to warm up. His thumbs under your shoulders blades press in and out. Massaging out the knots that he comes across and sliding back over to double check.

“Not all of us get to play in the field, Obi-Wan. While you’re out there playing with Cody I have pick up your slack.” You say, the spite in your voice dying just as quickly as it lived.

He doesn’t respond like he usually would. Instead he focuses on sliding down lower on you’re back. Thumbs dipping into your pants line and sliding around to the front. He didn’t say anything, and you didn’t ask anything, but you both knew what he wanted.

Sliding your knees forward just a bit Obi-wan slid down your pants. Past your backside, over your thighs and down to your ankles. Just like with the shirt your pants were tossed away.

You had both gotten your fill of each other over the last few days. During that time Obi-Wan was the focus, he was the one actually fighting the war. This time around his focus was entirely on you. His thumbs press into the soft of your backside, sliding down and up towards your core.

“Would you like a little more than a massage, Love?” He asks, waiting for your response before continuing.

“Always, please…” You respond, grateful that he isn’t the vengeful type for your earlier comments.

The designated support pillow is poked at your side. Lifting your hips to let it slide into place, keep your hips high enough that you wouldn’t be strained to stay in position. Instead, you could just relax and enjoy the feeling of oddly soft hands.

Your lower lips are already warm and wet. Although you knew he was penetrating with his fingers you still jolted when he touched you. Not that it stopped him, so long as you didn’t tell him or clamped your legs he wouldn’t. You were mainly grateful for that as being ticklish always has the chance of ruining the moment.

Neither of you spoke. The only sounds, aside from the fingering, was from the moans deep in your throat. Being slowly spread open, backside squeezed, and thighs rubbed was a pampering you had missed.

The growing orgasm warmed your entire body. It wasn’t just because of the orgasm that you were loving the moment. It was that Obi-Wan had come back, that he was with you. And that it was him and not your vibrator that made this orgasm so much better than it would have been otherwise.

“Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan…” You panted out, letting the orgasm consume you’re entire being.

“Missed you too.” He says, a kiss on your back.

[podcasts-8-my-heart]

Sometimes it's Magic

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Chapter: 1/1

Rating: General

Archive Warning: No Archive Warning Applies

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types; Star Wars - All Media Types

Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Tags: Spider-Man kiss

For the diagonal Bingo: Free space: choice: Spider-Man kiss

Card and fic underneath the readmore

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It’s funny, walking into the meditation room aboard the Negotiator to see Obi-Wan mediating upside down, completely unaware of what’s going on. Or, well, that’s what someone who wasn’t close to him would assume. Cody is close and knows that Obi-Wan is paying attention, even if his thoughts aren’t on this plane of existence at this moment.

“I know you can hear me Obi-Wan,” Cody starts, “So I wanted to tell you that dinner will be done soon, and we need to go over the plan with Waxer and Boil on that new tactic we discussed.”

Cody’s used to the silence. What he’s not used to is Obi-Wan’s hand reaching /down/ to touch his helmet.

“Hello, dear,” Obi-Wan says.

“Hello, Obi-Wan,” Cody responds, looking up at Obi-Wan’s chapped lips.

“May I, my dear?”

Cody hums, “Yes.”

Obi-Wan’s nose slotting against his chin is an odd feeling, and his nose against Obi-Wan’s beard is strange—almost ticklish. It’s their first time kissing like /this/, and Cody wonders how Obi-Wan isn’t getting dizzy from all the blood being in his head. Obi-Wan’s teeth nip at his lower lip and then Obi’s tongue is sliding in and Cody’s eyes flutter shut, hand resting on Obi’s beard. He grips loosely, so Obi-Wan could lead. The scent of sandalwood and aftershave were buried under the scent of Obi-Wan’s sweat, and it made Cody nip back at Obi-Wan.

“You’re feisty tonight, my love,” Obi-Wan said when he broke the kiss and righted himself.

“And you love me for it.”

“I do.”

“So, dinner?”

“Of course, my dear.”

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i can't find the wip game post you made cause tumblr??? showing a post i know exists??? unheard of

anyway since i don't know what i'm doing, as usual, uhhh... dealer's choice! what's one you want to talk about but nobody's picked yet?

Woe on you Tumblr!! I almost didn't find the post either at first lmfao

Hmm okay I know you like clones... Can I interest you in a serving of Bittersweet QuinFox? It's a WIP in which Fox gets his chip removed but the surgery doesn't go so well and he ends up with some memory issues.

Lil snippet:

“Shh,” Quinlan murmured as he rubbed circles into Fox’s skin. Was he still as ticklish there as he’d been before… before? “I’ve got you. Rex has got you. As soon as you wake up, I’ll give you the fattest, wettest kiss ever, and you’ll hate me for it, but you know what?” He leaned down and let his breath ghost over the shell of Fox’s ear like he’d always done when he wanted to walk into the Temple with the meanest-looking hickey the next morning and make Obi-Wan jealous. “It’ll be worth it. And then I’ll let you steal my food to make up for it. Deal?” Fox said nothing. He just breathed against Quinlan’s hand, the heave and sink of his chest steady and sure. Quinlan nodded. “Great. I knew you would tell me to fuck off and then agree. You love sneaking my food.”

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 25 - Tickling

Today's prompt request is: If you’re still taking kinktober prompts- I think a sexy tickle fight would be cute! (No worries if you’re not taking prompts anymore. I love your writing!)

For the talented @human-rocket 💖

Cheater's Remorse - 2.102 Rating: E Content: Tickling; Play fighting; Dry humping; Rutting; Bratty Anakin; Bratty Obi-Wan

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Obi-Wan would never admit to it, but Anakin knew he was ticklish.

Anakin discovered it by accident one day when he was quite young, a gentle jab along his Master’s side when he made a quip that caused Anakin to blush with embarrassment. Obi-Wan had jerked abruptly away at the action, his eyes wide as he stared down at Anakin as if he’d said something incredibly offensive. Anakin quickly took the bit of information and tucked it away along with all the things he’d learned about Obi-Wan - things that only he could know and no one else, such as how he liked jelly filled sandwich biscuits the most, or that he had an irrational fear of flying insects.

Over the years Anakin learned all the different parts of Obi-Wan that would make him gasp and flinch, or sometimes even grab Anakin’s hand and threaten him with a quick ending if he ever did that again. Behind his knees, the crease of his elbow, along his stomach and, when they’d progressed to something more than just Padawan and Master, Anakin learned of Obi-Wan’s ticklish spot along his inner thighs.

One had to poke and really dig, but whenever Anakin did Obi-Wan would break out into hysterical laughter, his body jerking, his hands grabbing as he tried to get Anakin to stop, threats and pleas coiling around them until Anakin finally relented. Sometimes Obi-Wan was too tired to retaliate, but other times he’d push his own assault, grabbing at Anakin as he tried to give him the same treatment.

Lucky for Anakin, he wasn’t ticklish. Unlucky for him, that just meant Obi-Wan ended up poking him roughly until Anakin apologized and promised never to do that again.

Of course, Anakin never used his powers for ill. He only utilized his knowledge when Obi-Wan was being particularly annoying or frustrating.

Or when Obi-Wan cheated.

“You said no using the Force,” Anakin said from his place on the training mat.

Obi-Wan rolled his shoulders before brushing a lock of hair away from his sweaty brow. The innocent look he sent Anakin made Anakin’s gut tighten - with arousal or anger, he wasn’t quite sure. Probably both.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Obi-Wan said.

Anakin glowered. “Right then - when you threw me across the mat. You used the Force, I felt it!” Standing up he approached Obi-Wan. “You were the one who said we should keep the Force out of this, and then as soon as I had the upper-hand you—”

Obi-Wan raised his hand, silencing Anakin. “Saying you have the upper-hand is a bit of an exaggeration, darling. I’m fairly certain you were the one in the headlock.”

Anakin felt his cheeks go red, heat rising up along the back of his neck and chest. Clenching his jaw, he stared at Obi-Wan and tried very hard to come up with some sort of comeback that wasn’t just ‘nuh uh.’

Obi-Wan smirked after Anakin’s extended silence, a quick little thing that made Anakin want to scream. Instead he tackled Obi-Wan to the mat and began his assault.

“A-Anakin, w-what are you doing?” Obi-Wan screeched, his voice high-pitched and frenetic. Laughter pealed out from behind his teeth, quick and sharp.

“Alls fair in love and war,” Anakin gritted out as he jabbed Obi-Wan’s sides, digging into the meat of his hips and ribs beneath the thin cotton of his shirt.

Obi-Wan started bucking up, hips shifting beneath Anakin as he went to grab his hands and pull. But Anakin was faster, and before Obi-Wan could take hold he grabbed his wrists held them back over his head. Obi-Wan let out a displeased grunt and glared up at Anakin. Anakin grinned.

“Well now you can’t tickle me,” Obi-Wan remarked dryly.

“Don’t be so sure about that.”

Before Obi-Wan could form a thought Anakin pressed his face against Obi-Wan’s neck and blew. Hard. Obi-Wan let out a howl before he started squirming again, trying to get away from Anakin’s lips as he latched on and blew again, this time across Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Distracted by Obi-Wan’s movements beneath him, Anakin didn’t feel Obi-Wan’s leg come up and hook around his waist, and let out his own yell as Obi-Wan tried to flip their positions. Thankfully for Anakin, he only managed to get one of his wrists free, and the pair started grappling once more on the mats.

“Y-you little brat,” Obi-Wan grunted out, his arm trying to wrap back around Anakin’s head.

Anakin jabbed his side again, catching bare skin as Obi-Wan’s shirt rode up on him. It was enough to get Obi-Wan’s attention focused on his hands, and Anakin managed to flip Obi-Wan down on to the mattress, pinning him stomach to the floor. There was more scrambling, Anakin shoving his hands beneath Obi-Wan’s shirt as he tickled, his mouth once again latched to the back of Obi-Wan’s neck to blow kisses against the sensitive skin, causing more yelling and laughter to part from Obi-Wan’s lips.

“Once I’m free--” Obi-Wan began.

“You’re gonna what? Murder me?”

“Send you to train under Windu for the next month.” He finished his threat with an aggressive thrust upward, his ass rubbing up into Anakin’s groin.

They both paused as Anakin’s erection pushed firmly against Obi-Wan’s backside. Without thinking, Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan’s wrists and held them to the mat. Obi-Wan was breathing heavily beneath Anakin, tears drying on his cheeks as he caught his breath. Anakin noted the smallest of smirks slipping on to his features, and Anakin only had a second to compose himself before Obi-Wan started rubbing up again.

Friction, satisfying and continuous, slid along Anakin’s cock, pleasure weaving its way through his body as Obi-Wan continued to distract, dismantling Anakin’s upper-hand with each slow, lazy roll of his hips. Anakin knew that if he let go of Obi-Wan’s wrists now he’d be subjected to worse teasing, and so he kept his grip tight on Obi-Wan’s wrists and ground down, trying to regain some of his dominance.

He whimpered when Obi-Wan slipped one of his hands free and reached back to cup the back of his head, fingers tangling in his curls before pulling every so slightly.

“N-not fair,” Anakin huffed out, even as he shoved his clothed cock against Obi-Wan’s backside, hips stuttering as he started to hump into Obi-Wan.

“You’ll never win if you use unfair tactics,” Obi-Wan said idly.

Anakin growled and pulled away from Obi-Wan’s touch so as to bite his neck. Obi-Wan let out a huff and arched back into Anakin’s hips, his knees digging into the mats so as to get a better angle. Anakin let out a whimper as his cock was pushed between Obi-Wan’s cheeks, the fabric of their leggings doing little to block the sensation. A part of Anakin wanted to continue to fight Obi-Wan - to regain his upper-hand by whatever means necessary. But the other part - the larger part that overrode all other senses - just wanted to grind his swollen cock into Obi-Wan’s ass until he came.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Anakin pressed his face against Obi-Wan’s neck and couldn’t help but chuckle when Obi-Wan flinched.

“Don’t you dare,” Obi-Wan mumbled.

“I won’t.”

Instead he bit the skin, teeth sharp along the cords of Obi-Wan’s neck, skin tasting of salt and Obi-Wan’s musk. Obi-Wan shifted and Anakin raised his hips just a little so as to let Obi-Wan pull the banding of his leggings down to expose his ass and cock. Immediately Anakin was doing the same. He let go of Obi-Wan’s other wrist and sat up a little to pull his leggings down enough to free his cock, hissing as it was exposed to the muggy air of the practice room. He stroked himself a few times as he admired the scene before him.

Obi-Wan was still splayed on the floor, hips canted upward and chest pressed into the mats. His shirt had been rucked up, the muscles of his back flexing beneath pale skin, the indent of his spine collecting sweat that Anakin licked up with a firm stroke of his tongue. Obi-Wan let out a low sound that made Anakin’s cock pulse in his hand, sticky precome spreading out across his palm that he applied to the meat of Obi-Wan’s ass.

Sitting back, Anakin pulled Obi-Wan’s cheeks apart and admired the the whorl of muscle that twitched and flexed beneath Anakin’s hungry gaze. It was such a sensitive part of Obi-Wan, the skin soft, his hole eager, his taint vulnerable…

Obi-Wan suddenly stiffened beneath Anakin, and he whipped his head around to stare at Anakin from over his shoulder. “I swear to the gods of all the planets in the galaxies: if you do what you’re thinking of doing, Anakin, I will never let you fuck me again.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Anakin huffed.

He was definitely going to.

“Anakin…”

Anakin let go of Obi-Wan’s cheeks with a dramatic eye-roll before collapsing back down on to Obi-Wan. Without waiting for permission Anakin started thrusting up into Obi-Wan, sliding his cock along the crease of Obi-Wan’s ass while Obi-Wan ground upward. It was quick and messy, Obi-Wan’s pants mixing with Anakin’s soft whimpers, the two moving together with practiced ease. Wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan’s waist Anakin hugged him close as he kissed along Obi-Wan’s neck, breathing his scent in and holding it deep within his lungs.

“T-that’s it, that’s a good lad,” Obi-Wan mumbled, his hand brushing Anakin’s arms now and again as he jerked his cock.

Anakin swatted Obi-Wan’s hand away and replaced it with his own, huffing against Obi-Wan’s temple as the weight of Obi-Wan’s cock lay in his hand. Stroking Obi-Wan quickly, he dragged the foreskin up and over the tip before pushing it back down, a gentle slapping noise mixing with Anakin’s soft moans and the rustle of fabric against the mats.

Anakin’s own cock was pressed between Obi-Wan’s ass and his stomach, slick with spend and hot to the touch, Anakin picking up pace as he humped into Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan reached back up and grabbed a fist-full of Anakin's hair, tugging his curls and pulling his head back toward Obi-Wan’s neck. Biting down on the flesh on offer he sucked and licked the skin, little huffs of pleasure slipping past his lips as Obi-Wan praised him and tugged at his curls.

“S-such a brat, but so eager to please. And so easily distracted,” Obi-Wan purred out. “Y-you’d almost won, you know. Would have won, h-had you not been thinking with your cock.”

“Shut up,” Anakin grunted.

His cock ached, and he thrust more wildly up against Obi-Wan, his knees already sore and thighs tensing. Obi-Wan’s cock throbbed and leaked in his grasp, and Anakin knew that Obi-Wan was close, his own groans becoming louder and more frequent.

“I guess this is the way to defeat you, hm? Not through talent nor the force. N-next time you deem it fair to try and tickle me, I’ll just shove you down on your knees and make you suck my cock instead.”

Anakin came with a groan, his hips twitching across Obi-Wan’s ass, the familiar dragging sensation along his cock and balls making his toes curl and his mouth part in wet gasps. Obi-Wan came soon after, spilling across the mat and Anakin’s hand, Anakin teasing the head with his thumb, squeezing out as much as he could even as he vibrated with his own release.

Collapsing on top of Obi-Wan as soon as they were done, Anakin shoved his face against Obi-Wan’s neck and breathed in deep. Obi-Wan smelled like sweat and sex, thick and dense in the back of Anakin’s throat. Obi-Wan still had his hand in Anakin’s hair, his touch softened as he pet the back of Anakin’s head as Anakin continued to cling.

“You still cheated,” Anakin mumbled.

Obi-Wan chuckled. “I thought I could get away with it.”

Anakin blew a kiss against Obi-Wan’s neck.

[disastertriowriting]

Anakin isn't a morning person. Obi-Wan has to deal with it. Or, the five times that Obi-Wan had to wake up Anakin, and the one time Anakin woke up Obi-Wan.

Ahsoka hums quietly before frowning down at her Master’s sleeping form. “Is he ticklish?” she asks randomly. “I hardly think that –” Obi-Wan cuts himself off mid-sentence. No, Anakin won’t be happy, but maybe he should have thought about that before ignoring his Padawan. With the hint of a mischievous smile on his face, he creeps over to Anakin’s bed. Through the Force, he can feel Ahsoka’s glee when they attack Anakin in unison, tickling his sides and, in Obi-Wan’s case, everywhere he knows will have Anakin unable to move, much less flee. The half shriek, half yelp that escapes makes the entire situation worth it. Obi-Wan can hardly hold back his own laughter, especially after Anakin ends up rolling onto the floor with a crash.

Morning Mischief - CourtesyTrefflin - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Morning Mischief, a star wars fanfic | FanFiction

Star Wars One-Shots - Morning Mischief - Wattpad

[starboundanon]

was discussing some skywalker family dynamics with @thewriterowl​ @inky-starlight​ and @brassknuckled​, and this little drabble manifested as a result. Enjoy.

“How long are you going to be gone?”

Smiling, Anakin wraps an arm around Padmé’s shoulders, pulling her into a hug. “Not long,” he promises, kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I would have told the Council no, but Obi-Wan needs my help.”

“I know,” she says with a sigh. “You’re right. We’ll just miss you so much.”

He kisses her forehead, the touch lingering. “I’ll be home soon,” he says, giving her one last squeeze, before letting her go. “I swear it.”

Turning toward the twins, he pulls Leia into his arms first, bending down considerably to press a kiss into the crown of her head. It’s rare to even have her at home, these days, with how busy her work in the Senate keeps her. So he relishes in the joy of holding her as long as he can, savoring the warmth of her in his arms, his only daughter. His little girl.

She pushes herself up onto the very tips of her toes to press a kiss to his cheek, and he grins, kissing her forehead in return. “I will see you when I return,” he vows, tucking a brunette curl behind her ear. “Try not to miss me too much, starlight.”

“I think we’ll manage,” Leia says, but her smile is fond. Force, he loves her. “Don’t let Obi-Wan get himself killed.”

Anakin laughs, hugs her tighter. “I’ll do my best.”

Letting her go, he turns at last to Luke, waiting his turn with that patient, beatific smile on his face.

A rush of warmth overcomes him, as it always does when he sees his son’s perfect face. He scoops the boy into his arms, holding him tight around the waist, twirling him in small circles on the pourstone floor to bask in the melodic sound of his laughter.

Luke wraps his arms around his neck, clinging, shrieking out a slightly scandalized, “Dad, come on,” when it becomes apparent that his father has no intention of putting him down.

Reluctantly, Anakin does just that, lowering his son to his own feet. Stars, his incredible, remarkable little boy. The tallest member of his family besides himself, yet still so small, a head and a half shorter than his father, even in those heeled boots he’s so fond of.

It’s Padmé’s face staring up at him as he cups those soft cheeks in his hands. Luke inherited certain features from him — the hair and the eye color, most notably — but the similarities between him and his mother are uncanny. When Anakin looks at Leia, it’s his own face he sees staring back at him, the cut of their jaws, the shape of their heads almost identical, the same eyes, same noses, same mouths.

Luke is his mother’s son in every way Anakin so covetously loves. Her patience, her kindness, the way her face fits perfectly in his hands, the freckles painting her skin like stars. 

Anakin loves him so much, sometimes, the depth of it scares him.

Holding the boy’s head still, he leans down and peppers his face with kisses, starting at the forehead, kissing a line down to his cheek. Luke laughs and wriggles in his arms, always so ticklish, ever since he was a baby, and it pulls another burst of affection from his father, who kisses the bridge of his nose, his eyelids, the corner of his mouth.

“You sure you won’t be too lonely without me?” he asks, holding the boy flush against him.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Luke quips, grin widening. “You’re only going to be gone for a few cycles, Dad. It’s not like you’re leaving forever.”

“I won’t ever leave you, sunshine,” he vows, cupping the back of his son’s head, fingers threading through his hair. “Never. I’ll be gone a few days at most, and then I’ll be home to you, you hear me?”

Smiling, Luke reaches up, the way Leia had, and kisses his other cheek. “I understand,” he says. “I’ll miss you too.”

“Be good while I’m gone.” Smiling, he kisses his forehead again, pulling away reluctantly, but not letting him go, not quite.

Through the Force, he takes the boy’s hand and holds it, weaving their fingers together, intertwining their presences in his mind.

It’s as close to releasing him as Anakin could ever get.

[kazhan-draws]

30 for the OTP meme - either ObiMaul or Codywan?

Hiii, thanks for the ask! 🥰

You know what, I’ll do both 😁 the meme

30. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

Codywan

Cody’s favorite place to kiss Obi-Wan is on the mouth, because he loves doing it when Obi-Wan is being annoying (talking) to shut him up, and the look on his face is kind of priceless, it goes from “well, that was sweet” surprised-blinking-and-soft-smile to “oh, you’re being an asshole” offended-frowny-face when he finally realizes why Cody kissed him. It usually gets Obi-Wan even more fired up because he cannot let Cody have the final word. 

Obi-Wan’s favorite place to kiss Cody is the inside of his thighs, because it’s something he only gets to do when they can afford to take their time—which definitely doesn’t happen a lot—and because Cody is a bit ticklish there, and Obi-Wan is kind of obsessed with the awful giggle-snort it gets out of Cody whenever he does it. 

ObiMaul

Kissing isn’t something that comes naturally to Maul, not just for the sake of kissing that is. He likes kissing because of what he gets to do or experience while kissing, it’s a gesture he mostly does for himself. 

So he has two favorite spots, really. Obi-Wan’s cheek because he likes the feeling of Obi-Wan’s beard against his lips, and Obi-Wan’s neck, right over his pulse point, because that’s a vulnerable spot Obi-Wan trusts him to access and that’s kind of an amazing feeling, and because he gets to nuzzle and breathe him in while he’s at it, which is definitely a bonus. 

Obi-Wan’s favorite place to kiss Maul is also his neck, and that’s 100% because he knows how big it is for Maul to let him do that. 

[ao3feed-obikin]

Cheater's Remorse

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51114403 by Lemon (lemon_sprinkles) Obi-Wan would never admit to it, but Anakin knew he was ticklish. He'd discovered it by accident one day when he was quite young, a gentle jab along his Master’s side, causing Obi-Wan to jerk abruptly away, his eyes wide as he stared down at Anakin as if he’d said something incredibly offensive. Of course, Anakin never used his powers for ill. He only utilized his knowledge when Obi-Wan was being particularly annoying or frustrating. Or when Obi-Wan cheated. Words: 1986, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 25 of Obikin Kinktober 2023 Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Established Relationship, Dry Humping, Rutting, Hand Jobs, Tickling, Tickle Fights, Play Fighting, bratty Anakin Skywalker, Bratty Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kinktober 2023 read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51114403

[rexismycopilot]

A certain um uh video… inspired me and now I need to tell you. Obi-Wan massages anakins feet, maybe tickles them a LITTLE, and if Anakin jerks and pulls his foot away from Obi-Wan’s grip he gets smacked on his sole 🫣🥺

😳 Poor baby is so ticklish he'd be getting all the smacks!

But he certainly would deserve them...

This is honestly really cute. Especially because it's such a test of Anakin's patience and will power and it almost sets him up for failure. A trope I really love hehehe

Poor baby getting his little feet smacked and whining pitifully because Daddy is so unfair 🥺

[lipsticklens]

just a fun lil post for me. favorite places and ways to kiss all my lovers.

The Doctor: kissing each other on the forehead!! one hand on the back of the neck, one hand holding the other person (either on their arm or their hand). a firm, long kiss on the forehead. then maybe a little kiss on the nose.

Howard: an old-fashioned kiss on the lips, heehee... nothing fancy.

Lawrence: this is really more about where HE likes to kiss ME. he likes to kiss my stomach because he likes how shy and ticklish i get. he also likes to kiss up my ribs and chest because he likes how he can fluster me and make me blush.

Steve: he likes to kiss my neck, usually with mischievous intent. likes to tickle me while he does it. i like to kiss his temples because they're easily accessible, but his hips are my favorite. i like to trace over the bump of his hip bone with my nose and lips, whenever i get the chance.

Dante: we mostly kiss each other on the cheek, just out of convenience. i get to see his little smile too, that's a plus. but my real favorite is when i sneak up behind him and plant a big kiss on the back of his neck! he gets so surprised that he squeaks and stutters. <3

Duckie: ahhh all over his face!! sometimes i just grab his cheeks in both hands and don't let him go until i've kissed him senseless!!

Jack:

Mike: i love kissing his hands, all over them. laying on his chest, facing out, picking up his hand. starting with kissing the top, going over every knuckle and following the bones down to his wrist every time; then kissing every fingernail, feeling the buzz of raw talent just below the skin; turning his hand over and slowly kissing down each finger, paying special attention to the calluses on his pointer finger and thumb; finally nuzzling into his palm and blinking my lashes over the rest of his hand while i kisskisskisskiss!

Obi-Wan:

Crowley:

Layne:

[Meat Emoji]: we both like it right on the mouth, wet and sloppy and gross and mean!! not much else to be said. he dips me sometimes, but that's less a romantic gesture and more just him trying to eat me from the inside-out.

Val:

[Teapot Emoji]:

Maurice: i also like kissing his hands. it feels very intimate and reassuring. kissing his palms and the inside of his wrists, then bringing his hand up to cup my face. he would bring me up on my tiptoes so he could kiss me for real.

Frenchie:

Shigure:

Robin:

Akora:

Pete:

Rimmer:

Bancoran:

Mammon:

[Microphone Emoji]:

[Paws Emoji]:

[Dice Emoji]:

[Boxing Glove Emoji]:

[Anatomical Heart Emoji]:

[fanfic-phoenix]

Good Morning, Coruscant: Chapter Three

Masterpost

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“I could feel you overthinking from the other room.”

It was a near thing, but Obi-Wan just managed to keep from jumping out of his skin.  He turned to glare at Vos for his failure to announce himself but, for once, the man already looked vaguely apologetic.

That was the war, Obi-Wan realised.  Vos had never worried about startling him before.

“I wasn’t overthinking,” he said, brushing lightly past Vos as he fetched mugs to let him know he was forgiven.  “It was a perfectly reasonable amount of thought."

Vos’ flat look seared the back of his neck.

“You were definitely overthinking,” the pest insisted.  “And your good teapot’s in the next cupboard across.”

It was absurdly irritating that Vos knew the location of his crockery better than Obi-Wan himself.

“I’m angry at you,” he remembered, putting down the blue-patterned monstrosity he’d inherited from his Master and couldn’t bring himself to replace.

“Anger leads to hatred,” Vos said, leaning against the counter with the beginning of a smirk.  “And you’re not really.”

“I have permission from the Council to kill you, as long as I have a cup of tea first.”

Vos snorted.  “Plo?”

“Plo,” he confirmed, smiling, before once again realising that he was supposed to look irritated.  He turned back to teabags, figuring it was easier than trying to control his rebellious facial expressions.

“Honestly.  They call you a diplomat?”

“A negotiator, I believe.”

“Either way.  You ought to have more control.”

“I have-”

Quin could move remarkably quickly when he wanted.  In an instant, his arms were tight around Obi-Wan’s waist, his chin resting on his shoulder, his lips brushing lightly against the bruise.

Obi-Wan swallowed thickly.  “This does not reduce my annoyance.  And I have perfect control.”

He could feel Quin’s smile.  The teeth grazing his skin was simply the bonus that nearly made his knees buckle.

“This means nothing,” he muttered, like he wasn’t leaning back into Quin’s chest.

Quin hummed.  Obi-Wan shivered, ticklish, and the bastard only seemed amused.

“You’re not annoyed,” he whispered.  “You like knowing it’s there.”

That may have been true, but Obi-Wan refused to give him that kind of satisfaction.  He slipped from Quin’s arms without even a hint of reluctance, fixing his collar and pouring tea.

“You could have warned me about it,” he said, putting the cups on a tray.  “It’s not exactly the sort of thing I want to show the High Council.”

Vos radiated smugness.  “Sorry, Obes,” he lied.  “That was just fun.”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath.

It would set a bad example to murder another Jedi with Ahsoka in the other room.

Even if he was a knob.

Still, as they returned to the living room, Vos seemed fairly willing to behave.  He handed Ahsoka her tea, at least, and took his own without making jokes about Obi-Wan’s hosting and/or brewing abilities, and sat down on the sofa without slouching or sprawling or being halfway into Obi-Wan’s lap - which wasn’t exactly an unpleasant issue to have, Obi-Wan had to admit, but one best kept away from Grandpadawans.

He wasn’t sure, exactly, how long it would last.  Probably only as long as it took Ahsoka to stop looking like a deer in headlights, but honestly?  Obi-Wan would take what he could get.

“Well then,” he said.  “Was there anything in particular you wanted to talk about?  Something you wanted to watch?”

Ahsoka flushed slightly.  He’d admit that it was a little cruel, but Ahsoka had provided the terrible cover, and picking her up on it was a learning opportunity for her.

“When did this happen?” she asked, waving emphatically at them and the couch they were sharing.

One had to respect that, really.  Completely ignoring her original disaster of an excuse and getting right to business.

Very Anakin, really.

“When we were thirteen,” Obi-Wan told her, since impressiveness deserved a reward.

“When were sixteen,” Vos said, overlapping.

Obi-Wan turned to squint at him.

Vos, as it happened, was already squinting at him.

“You count that?”

Obi-Wan blinked, vaguely outraged but more concerned by his slight feeling of disappointment.  “You don’t?”

“Well, I will now.  I just didn’t realise one kiss and three years of nothing was so mind-blowing it counted as a ‘this’.”

“It was fine,” he sniffed.  In truth, it’d been rather more than fine.

Ahsoka disregarded their discussion, rather occupied with counting on her fingers and looking more and more stunned.  “You’ve been dating for twenty-seven years and we didn’t know?”

“Well…  Not quite.”  Perhaps a few extra maths modules were in order, though she’d always been rather good-

“But you’re forty, right?  So if you were thirteen…”

Obi-Wan froze.  Vos cackled.

“My dear,” he said.  “I am thirty-seven.”

Ahsoka’s Force signature was best described, at that moment, as sheepish.  The distinct sense of oh, oh no that was unique to Padawans who’d stuck their foot in it.

A feeling that Obi-Wan, already starting to laugh, remembered being most familiar with during his own apprenticeship.

“It’s been a hard few years for Obes,” Vos assured her.  “He should be grateful you guessed so low.”

“And Quinlan should be glad I’ve managed twenty-four years without throttling him with his lower intestine,” Obi-Wan said mildly, before changing the subject.  “Have you seen your Master this morning?”

Ahsoka shook her head.  “I think he’s with… you-know-who.”

You-know-who could be one of two people.  Either it was Padmé, and Ahsoka was dancing around the subject in case of eavesdroppers (though, of course, even the Younglings knew at this point), or it was the Chancellor, and she was dancing around the subject for Obi-Wan’s sake.

Jedi may not hate, but they did strongly dislike.

Obi-Wan strongly, strongly disliked Supreme Chancellor Palpatine.

However, given the repressed laughter glimmering in Ahsoka’s eyes, he was going to guess Padmé.

“Of course,” Vos sighed, rolling his eyes.  “Has he admitted it aloud, yet?”

“Quinlan,” he warned softly.  A silent plea: not here, not now, not in front of Ahsoka.

“I’m just saying he should learn a little subtlety if he wants to keep secrets from Jedi.”

Obi-Wan resisted the urge to sigh himself.  What Vos was saying - and had been saying for years - was that he could tell it hurt Obi-Wan that Anakin felt he couldn’t discuss his relationship, and that Vos was willing, able, and down-right begging to have a talk with him.

And maybe it did hurt, a little, that whatever trust he and Anakin had didn’t extend as far as Obi-Wan had once thought it did, but that was not in any way Anakin’s fault.  Evidently, Obi-Wan had… overestimated.  And he absolutely wasn’t going to try and force Anakin into confiding in anyone before he was ready.

“Skyguy doesn’t really do subtle,” Ahsoka said, innocently - blissfully - unaware.

After a moment, Vos smiled widely.  (Slightly strained, but Ahsoka didn’t seem to notice.)  “Your whole lineage ‘doesn’t do subtle’,” he said.  “Not even Kenobi.”

“I can be subtle,” he said, with a distinct sense of deja vu.

“It’s adorable that you believe that.”

Oh dear.

Vos was absolutely being sarcastic.  His entire being dripped with sarcasm.

And yet, for some reason, that didn’t stop Obi-Wan blushing.

“Subtlety just isn’t my job,” he said hurriedly.  “I tend to be the distraction.”

“And sometimes he just can’t help being dramatic,” Vos said, winking at Ahsoka so she giggled.

“Slanderous.”

“Right,” Ahsoka said.  “And that’s why you never call things slanderous.”

“Betrayed by own Grandpadawan,” he gasped.  “How will I ever recover?”

“And that is why Master Jinn put Obes in remedial drama.”

“How dare you.”  Obi-Wan turned seriously to Ahsoka.  “Master Qui-Gon placed me in remedial drama because they were performing my least favourite play and he wanted to punish me for my remarkable wit.”

“You sassed him?”

“Repeatedly and viciously,” Obi-Wan confirmed, smirking.  “He deserved it.”

“He was defending my honour,” Vos said.  (Lying.  Obviously.)

“Because Master Jinn found you… exasperating?”

Vos laughed loudly.  “Exasperating?  Where the Force did you hear that?  The man hated me!”

“Master didn’t hate him,” he said quickly, lest Ahsoka get the wrong idea about her late great-Grandmaster.  “Just…  Irritated.  Vos made a game of annoying him, and my Master fell right for it.”

“It was too easy,” Vos said, which was practically a confession.  “The man was a prude.”

Obi-Wan sent him an exasperated look, but he couldn’t exactly argue.

Ahsoka leaned forwards, chin in hand.  “So…  You liked annoying Master Jinn?”

Vos leaned forwards, too.  “Allegedly.”

Obi-Wan did not like where this was going.

“Are you going to annoy Skyguy?”

“Absolutely not,” Obi-Wan said quickly.

Vos looked considering.  “Probably.”

She looked thrilled.  “Can I watch?”

“Absolutely.”

Obi-Wan took a long, slow breath. 

At least they’re getting along.