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katierosefun · 10 hours ago
always a sith anakin, obi wan rescues him and shows him that there's more of the world than Palpatine and the dark side? 🥺
aaaah, anon HELP, i got SUPER into this, and the way i now want to make this a WHOLE FIC.,,,,,,i got carried away, so here’s 1k words-- // prompts now closed 
The Force apparently worked in mysterious ways, but this was certainly a way that Obi-Wan hadn’t actually anticipated.
Actually, Obi-Wan was fairly certain that the Force was laughing at him now, because there was something especially strange and especially bothersome about being trapped in a literal death room with Anakin Skywalker, of all people. And what was worse, the fact that Obi-Wan was actually the one making sure that his…well, Obi-Wan didn’t exactly want to call him his nemesis, but that was what they were, wasn’t it? Nemeses and all—anyways, Obi-Wan was the one making sure that his nemesis wasn’t bleeding out from the nasty bite wound around his arm.
“Hold still,” Obi-Wan snapped.
“I would, but you’re—ow!” Anakin yelped, tugging his arm out of Obi-Wan’s grip. “You’re trying to make sure I bleed out on purpose, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know where you got that ridiculous notion from,” Obi-Wan muttered, leaning back on his heels. He reached for the opposite wall, tapped at it. If there was some hollow part in the wall…
“After all, you’re the one always trying to get me killed,” Obi-Wan continued, standing up. He patted along the wall, tossing Anakin a halfhearted smirk along the way. “If I weren’t your best chance to get out alive, I would think you’d have killed me a long time ago.”
Anakin didn’t respond, his golden eyes just watching Obi-Wan with an intensity that forced Obi-Wan to look away first.
“Well,” Anakin muttered, “you’re hard to kill.”
“Thank you, I think,” Obi-Wan said. He ducked down, tapped the wall. Not hollow.
“What are you doing?” Anakin asked after a while.
“Trying to find us a way out,” Obi-Wan said, looking at Anakin again. “I would ask you to help, but you’ve made it fairly clear that you find all of my suggestions intolerable.”
Anakin huffed, standing up. Obi-Wan backed away a step, but Anakin just smiled. “Tell me where to look,” he said.
Obi-Wan hesitated. He didn’t trust those golden eyes of Anakin Skywalker’s, not for one second, but he pointed to the other side of the room. At least, he figured, Anakin couldn’t kill from there. Or Obi-Wan would at least be able to see him coming.
Unless he decides to choke me, Obi-Wan thought grimly. Then that would be a different story.
Anakin walked to the other side of the room, kneeling over with another huff.
The two of them tapped the walls in relative quiet, Obi-Wan trying to focus both on the hollowness (or lack thereof) of the walls and Anakin’s movements across from him.
“So is this gonna help us at all?” Anakin asked.
“I certainly hope so,” Obi-Wan murmured.
“Mm.” Anakin tapped a part of the wall. “And if it doesn’t?”
“Then we’ll just have to find a different way out, won’t we?” Obi-Wan asked.
“I guess we will,” Anakin replied. “Or I will.”
“Wonderful,” Obi-Wan said dryly, turning back to the wall.
Another few moments passed before Obi-Wan asked, “How’s your arm?”
A snort from the opposite side of the room. “Didn’t know you cared.”
“Well, I don’t want to have to drag your dead body when I get out of here, now do I?” Obi-Wan asked wearily.
“I won’t die.”
“Unless it gets infected. Which it would, if it’s hurting. So how is your arm?”
A silence.
Then, “It’s fine.”
Obi-Wan heard Anakin tap on another part of the wall—higher, he could just tell from the acoustics of the room. “Tell me, Kenobi,” Anakin said, “do you usually look after your other enemies, or am I just special?”
Obi-Wan didn’t bother turning around. “I thought it only fair,” he murmured. “Seeing you saved me first.”
The tapping stopped.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Anakin said.
“You don’t?” Obi-Wan asked, then shrugged. “It was a few years ago. It’s natural you would have forgotten.”
The tapping resumed, quieter this time.
“A few years,” Anakin repeated. “The gundark cave?”
“You looked like an idiot back there,” Anakin muttered. “Anyone would have done the same.”
“I’m sure.”
Obi-Wan heard the scrape of boots against the floor and turned around to find Anakin glaring at him. “What’s that look for?”
“Now I’m the one who doesn’t know what you mean.”
“I know what you’re trying to do,” Anakin said. “And I’m telling you to cut it out, or else I’ll—”
“Kill me?” Obi-Wan asked. “I think we’ve both established that that wouldn’t be doing any of us any good.”
Anakin fell silent.
Obi-Wan sat down, this time still facing Anakin. Resting his elbow against his knee, Obi-Wan continued, “I wasn’t trying to aggravate you, Anakin. I was only making an observation.”
“Some observation,” Anakin said.
“Well, yes,” Obi-Wan replied. He tried to catch Anakin’s eye. “A few years of this—you know it too. Of course I would have made some observations by now.”
Anakin didn’t say anything. He closed his eyes, dropping his head back against the wall. “I take everything back,” he said. “I shouldn’t have saved you in that gundark cave after all.”
“But you did,” Obi-Wan said simply. “And even now, even with that other beast…there really was no need for you to get bitten, was there? Not if you had just let me—”
Anakin’s eyes snapped open, bright and sickly under the light. “Stop it,” he said, all that sarcasm dropped from his voice. Replaced by an ancient, angry kind of determination that even made Obi-Wan pause. “Do you hear me, old man?”
“If you truly wanted me dead, I think you would have let me die countless times over,” Obi-Wan said quietly. “And if you were a Sith, I think you wouldn’t have minded if I—”
Faster than a blink of an eye, Anakin was suddenly at Obi-Wan’s side, his hand latched around Obi-Wan’s throat. Obi-Wan let out a short cry, but he didn’t dare let himself look away from Anakin.
“I said,” Anakin said in a low voice, “stop.”
Obi-Wan kept his eyes level. “You know it, don’t you?” he managed. “I think you do.”
For a moment, Obi-Wan thought the grip around his throat would tighten—it would be so easy for him, Obi-Wan realized, his heart pounding hard—it would be so easy for Anakin to just squeeze a little harder, and Obi-Wan would be dead within seconds.
But then Anakin dropped his hand, and he stood up, breathing ragged.
“Shut up,” Anakin said. “And just find us a way out of here.”
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katierosefun · 10 hours ago
do you have any headcanons or info to share from your superheroes au? i am absolutely obsessed with it
hello hello, anon! thank you for asking! i, in fact, do have more info to share from my superheroes au! actually, i’ve completed an outline for a 31-chapter fic, and i made not one, not two, but four (4) playlists dedicated to it, although i’m not making them public right now...yet. so far, i’ve been writing the fic, and it’s been very fun so far. i don’t know when i’ll post it, but hopefully soon when i’ve written enough! 
but anyways, as for more info, i suppose here’s some snippets / vague pieces of info from the outline: 
ahsoka runs track at her school, rex might be her coach. she does not know he has super powers yet either.
obi-wan and cody visit the morgue a lot. 
actually, obi-wan and cody are both professors. 
“it’s kind of my thing...and if you’re just gonna lecture me, i already have my dad for that so...” 
anakin melts off a door handle at one point 
“seriously? right now?” / “you’re right, now’s not the time.” [beat] “okay, but actually...” 
“press is gonna be a nightmare.” 
palpacreep is still very much a figure in this fic 
ahsoka learns that there’s actually more stuff she can do with her powers than just phasing.  
and that’s all the info i felt like sharing!!
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katierosefun · 12 hours ago
yo i’m still working on prompts right now but your girl is also planning to take full advantage of her last college summer, so pls send in book / podcast / movie recs, because idk when i’ll ever have free time ever again
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katierosefun · 12 hours ago
Hey friend! Just stopped by to say that you are beautiful inside and out and just thought you should know. 💕💕💕 Send this to 5 people who you think are truly beautiful and deserve to hear it. 😊
aaaah, thank you so much emily!!
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katierosefun · 12 hours ago
For the "I wish you would write a fic where. . . ": one where Anakin doesn't turn but the Empire still rises, so it's the disaster trio's hijinks in the rebellion :D
thanks for the prompt, arti!!!! // prompts closed 
Anakin knew that that had been a little too close, but no one got hurt, so really…that was all that mattered.
Apparently not according to Obi-Wan, though.
“What were you two thinking?” Obi-Wan asked as soon as Anakin and Ahsoka hopped out of the ship. “Do you two have any idea what kind of trouble you could have gotten into—”
“Got the plans though, didn’t we?” Anakin asked, throwing Obi-Wan the data chip. Obi-Wan caught it one-handed, still scowling. “Oh, come on—you’re welcome, by the way. Ahsoka and I were in and out just like that.”
“Did you see, Master?” Ahsoka asked cheerfully, slinging her pack over her shoulders. “We did some fancy flying back there.”
“Yes, of course I saw,” Obi-Wan said gruffly. “I’m sure people from a star system away could see the tricks you two pulled. Which, by the way, is the point here—the Empire will have known that it was you two with that flourish.”
“What’s the big deal?” Anakin asked, nodding to one of the others passing through the hanger. He helped up with a cargo box, waved as some astromechs hurried over to his ship. “The Empire already knows that it’s usually us anyways.”
“Yes, but the mission was supposed to be covert,” Obi-Wan said, following Anakin through the hanger. “Now thanks to you two, the Empire knows exactly who they’re dealing with. And we agreed, didn’t we? That we would be at least a little more subtle until—”
The lift doors dinged open, and Obi-Wan fell quiet as a few more rebels passed through. They grinned at Anakin and Ahsoka before passing through, and then the three of them all piled into the lift.
Anakin turned to Obi-Wan. His former master’s brows were still furrowed together, one hand worrying at his beard. Anakin had a weird feeling that one day, Obi-Wan would just pull all the hair off his face. He would have found that image funny if Anakin didn’t realize that oh, Obi-Wan was actually being serious this time around.
“Okay,” Anakin said. “Okay—Ahsoka and I will be more careful next time. No more fancy tricks. Right, Snips?”
“Right,” Ahsoka said, nodding quickly. “You can count on us, Master.”
Obi-Wan looked at the two of them, sighed. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he muttered, “It won’t matter. They already know we’re all alive now—there’s no point in trying to pretend otherwise at this point.”
Anakin felt a little bit of guilt now. “Listen,” he said. “I’m sorry that we gave ourselves away. But we knew it was going to happen sooner or later, right?”
“It shouldn’t have happened so soon,” Obi-Wan snapped.
Anakin brought his hands up. “I know,” he said. “I know.”
The lift continued up, the lights flashing over the three of them.
At last, Obi-Wan sighed. “I know you two are capable of handling yourselves,” he said at last. “But remember—we need to be—”
“Careful,” Ahsoka finished. “Make sure we don’t get caught, we know.”
“Make sure you do,” Obi-Wan murmured.
The lift doors opened, and the three of them looked at each other.
Anakin offered a halfhearted smile—come on, old man—smile for me this time, at least?
Obi-Wan just gave an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. “Come along,” he said. “We shouldn’t keep Bail waiting.”
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katierosefun · 16 hours ago
hi! for the fic ask thing, I wish you would write a fic where Anakin and Ahsoka are sick and Obi-Wan takes care of them
here you go, anon!! // prompts now closed! 
“It’s all your fault,” Ahsoka grumbled, kicking at Anakin from across the couch.
“It’s not,” Anakin sniffled. “I told you to stay away from me.”
“We literally live together,” Ahsoka said.
“So you should have tried harder.”
Ahsoka started to respond, but she coughed instead. She winced, rolling over so that she would be facing the inside of the couch.
“Don’t aggravate each other,” Obi-Wan’s voice said from above them. “It’ll only make things worse.”
“He’s the one doing the aggravating,” Ahsoka mumbled, tugging the blanket over her head.
“Yeah right,” Anakin retorted, but his voice had given up too. The rest was lost to sniffling, and a moment later, Ahsoka heard footsteps around the couch: Obi-Wan, back with tea. Again. But of course, it was Anakin who complained, “Don’t make me drink that stuff again.”
“It’ll help,” Obi-Wan chided. “Now, up.”
“Can’t make me…”
“I can, actually.”
Ahsoka poked her head out of the blanket in time to see Obi-Wan dragging Anakin into a semi-sitting position. Anakin, very much like how Ahsoka felt, was a bit of a mess—hair sticking up in odd places, cheeks flushed, nose slightly runny, but Obi-Wan didn’t seem to mind.
“Drink,” Obi-Wan said.
Anakin scowled, but he took the mug. He only drank a few sips before dropping back into the couch, the mug resting precariously on top his chest.
“That’ll spill,” Obi-Wan said, swiftly bringing the mug down to the table.
“’s point,” Anakin mumbled.
Obi-Wan ignored him. “Your turn, Ahsoka.”
Ahsoka bit back a groan. “Yes, Master,” she said, forcing herself up.
“At least one of you listens,” Obi-Wan said, passing Ahsoka the mug.
“Teacher’s pet,” Anakin mumbled, kicking at Ahsoka.
Ahsoka smiled innocently back, forced herself to drink from the tea. She choked it down, made sure to drink at least a little more than Anakin had, and set it down on the table. “Thanks, Master.”
“You’re welcome, Padawan.”
Anakin groaned again. “Okay, tea’s done—holo now?”
“If you were too ill to drink your tea, then I’m not sure how you could be not ill enough to watch another holo,” Obi-Wan said, smoothing out the blankets between Anakin and Ahsoka. “Your head will hurt if you watch too many.”
“Head’s fine,” Anakin said. “It’s my throat that’s bothering me. And her.”
“You’re bothering me more,” Ahsoka said automatically.
“You know, the tea would help with the throat…”
“No more lectures,” Anakin said, dropping his head back. “I’m sick.”
“So that means no holos.”
“Master…” The look Anakin gave Obi-Wan was so pathetic that Ahsoka, for just a moment, actually felt bad for him. Actually.
“You know,” Ahsoka said, forcing herself up, “I think I could go for a holo too.” She smiled at Obi-Wan. “Just one, Master?”
Obi-Wan gave Ahsoka a long look. She smiled some more, and Obi-Wan sighed.
“Only one, you two,” Obi-Wan said. “Don’t complain if your head hurts after.”
Anakin grinned at Ahsoka over Obi-Wan’s shoulder.
“Don’t think this means I forgive you for making me sick,” Ahsoka said.
“No, definitely not,” Anakin said cheerfully.
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katierosefun · a day ago
the thing about growing up in a religious household is that certain days of your weekend aren’t free and that you need to get your papers done before a certain time otherwise you’ll never finish on time and bro now i remember why i would always feel particularly grumpy on sunday afternoons especially
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katierosefun · a day ago
Onto the last page!! <3 btw what's your favorite kind of tea? Asking for a friend :')
*pushes cup of tea your way*
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asdfsdfd thanks ann!!! and ah, yes, my fave tea is probably earl grey!
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katierosefun · a day ago
an update no one asked for: i’m on my last page, and in case anyone was wondering, i’ve literally been working on this paper all day. 
the thing about growing up in a religious household is that certain days of your weekend aren’t free and that you need to get your papers done before a certain time otherwise you’ll never finish on time and bro now i remember why i would always feel particularly grumpy on sunday afternoons especially
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katierosefun · 2 days ago
hi i know you only turned on anon for that ask game but i wanted to tell you while i had the chance- i was the vienna anon talking about anakin going back home to obi-wan, and i read ‘unbalanced, triumphant, and trying again’ and i !!!! omg it was the sweetest thing ever but still with the perfect amount of angst and i’m going to that story for the rest of my life
some of my favorite parts-
this just hit me so hard: “I don’t want to bother you,” Anakin said at last. “You’re not bothering me,” Obi-Wan replied.
ahhhhh!!!!!: And then he remembered: on Utapau, things had been easy. Go to sleep Master, I’ll take the first watch. Staring at the moon and pretending not to listen to Obi-Wan shuffle in his sleep, pretending not to listen to the thin silence between them.
🥺🥺🥺: “I’m tired,” Anakin repeated, his voice cracking. “I want to sleep.”
want this tattooed on my brain: He still couldn’t see Obi-Wan’s face, but he knew that tone. He was twenty again, and then he was sixteen, and then he was nine, and Anakin rested his forehead against Obi-Wan’s shoulder, trying hard to muffle the still-awful sounds trying to make its way past his mouth. He felt Obi-Wan’s hands at his back a moment later, gentle pats that both did and didn’t help. But Anakin didn’t tell Obi-Wan to stop, and Obi-Wan didn’t stop either, not even when Anakin knew his shoulder was completely wet.
ahhh yeah it was all just so good!!!!! i can’t believe you wrote something because of my nostalgic ramblings, thank you sm!! you should be so proud of all your works, we’re so lucky that you share them with us. anyway, i just wanted to let you know i loved the fic and i really appreciate it!!
ahhhh hello anon!!!! thank you so, so, so much for the kind words, and thank you for giving me that request to begin with!!! i’m so glad that you liked the fic, and this comment really made me smile, so thank you so very much :’))
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katierosefun · 2 days ago
hi caro!!! I wish you would write a fic where...FORCE GHOST REUNION! anyone! everyone! happy! angsty! pick your own poison, my friend! just...dead people hanging out.
(this feels like a fic exchange request ahahah)
hello it has in fact been an hour and I did in fact just realise that was supposed to be anonymous. OOPS. 🤪
asdfsdfasdfs you got it abi, and we’ve all been there!!! thanks for the prompt!! 
When the Force took Ahsoka, it was not in the abrupt, cold way that she thought it would be. She was not taken away in a gasp or in a sigh or in a gust of wind. She was taken away on…a ship.
She didn’t know why or how—just that when she opened her eyes again, she was no longer surrounded by the new younglings or by those other children, even though she knew they weren’t really children. They were older than Ahsoka had been when she joined the fight, older and hopefully a little wiser, even with Ahsoka gone—she knew they would be fine with her gone.
And she was gone, she knew that for sure, even though she was standing in the middle of what looked like a ship. She brought her hand to the wall, watched her hands pass through in a shimmer of light as the ship sped along, through the blanket of darkness that she knew wasn’t the sky or space.
When Ahsoka opened her eyes again, the ship doors were already opening, a ramp lowering. She knew this wasn’t really a ship, and she knew the doors in front of her weren’t really doors, and she knew the ramp below her wasn’t really a ramp, but it didn’t matter: they were there especially for her, just for her, and for a moment, she just marveled at how some things changed, but some things just had to stay the same.
When the doors fully opened, Ahsoka found two people already waiting for her.
Anakin and Obi-Wan stood at the bottom of the ramp, their own ghostly forms shimmering and winking in the starlight around them. They smiled.
Ahsoka smiled too, and she walked down the ramp.
Anakin and Obi-Wan grew clearer with each step—the shimmering and the winking fading, replaced by something solid, something so much more solid than they had ever been whenever they managed to talk when Ahsoka was left behind.
Ahsoka felt more solid too—with each step towards them, she could feel herself taking form, the Force weaving in and around her as it welcomed its daughter home. Solidified her, warmed her, and Ahsoka let her steps quicken into a jog, then into a spring down the ramp, then a sprint towards the men before her, and—
When Ahsoka reached Anakin and Obi-Wan, their arms were already waiting for her. She flung her arms around the two of them, heard and felt their laughter around her as warm arms wrapped around her back.
“Welcome home, Snips,” Anakin said thickly.
Ahsoka smiled into Anakin’s shoulder, turned briefly to Obi-Wan. He smiled back at her, mouthed, Welcome home.
Heat welled behind Ahsoka’s eyes, and she managed to disentangle herself for just a moment. Rubbing at her eyes, Ahsoka smiled.  “I hope you guys didn’t wait too long,” she said. “You wouldn’t believe the traffic.”
“Should have let me fly,” Anakin said, and he was smiling too, eyes reflecting the light around them.
“You would have just crashed,” Obi-Wan said.
At that, the three laughed—laughed and laughed, and that laughter floated out to the stars, and the stars carried that laughter to those left behind: their family was reunited at last.
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katierosefun · 2 days ago
I wish you would write a fic where,,, obi wan finds out Vader is Anakin,,,,, 👉👈
you got it, anon!
The store was oddly hushed when Obi-Wan walked in. It had been growing steadily quieter these days, especially as more of those stormtroopers trickled into the planet, but tonight, there was a particular kind of silence that seemed to weigh over the whole place.
Obi-Wan moved through the store easily, keeping his hood pulled over his face. He needed to be here only for a few minutes, take some supplies before retreating in his corner of the planet for the next few rotations, but just as he reached the back, he heard it:
“Never seen anything like him,” someone was saying. “And he—no, it—it was just standing there—”
“So he’s dead then?” another voice joined in, even more hushed, somber. “Jax’s dead?”
“Saw him gutted myself, didn’t I?” the first said flatly. “Didn’t even get to finish what he was saying—just one second speaking, the next…” Some sound that brought a chill up Obi-Wan’s spine.
He turned around, where two men dressed in greys and browns—nonchalant, camouflaged into the rest of this place—hovered together.
“Caught this though,” the owner of the first voice said, and Obi-Wan saw the flash of blue light from a holoprojector: sure enough, a tall figure, too tall—and even though he was but a blur on the holoprojector, Obi-Wan could have sworn the room got colder.
And yet, even in the cold—something familiar.
Obi-Wan swallowed, turning away. He blindly reached for whatever supplies he needed, paid. If the store owner noticed his shaking hands, they didn’t say anything.
Obi-Wan took his supplies, walked out the store. The cold followed him, clung to him as he made his way into the desert.
He walked and walked and walked, the moons now fully shining down on him. They lit his path home, but with each step Obi-Wan took, the desert seemed to expand, grow under his feet.
He closed his eyes, slowed to a stop. There was no reason for him to stay where he did now, but—
A wind passed by him, kicking up sand and dust and—
And then nothing.
Stillness all around, too still, too quiet, and then underneath the silence, he heard it: deep, steady breaths, too deep and too steady to actually belong to a person. Heavy, forced footsteps on metal. And then, low, quiet, right in Obi-Wan’s ear: Obi-Wan—
Obi-Wan snapped his eyes open, dropped his supplies. They dropped noiselessly into the sand, rolled and skittered in different directions, but Obi-Wan didn’t move to pick them up.
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katierosefun · 2 days ago
I wish you would write a fic where Obi-wan gets a hug
you got it, coalmine!! // tell me about a fic you wish i would write
Obi-Wan didn’t really remember what happened after Ventress dropped him in front of the Temple. Just a few muddled voices: hers and his, he was fairly sure. And then somehow managing to get himself inside, and then somehow managing to get himself to the halers, and then somehow managing to sleep.
(He wasn’t sure how he could be able to sleep, not after discovering what he had.)
Now Obi-Wan opened his eyes, winced and closed them again. The lights were unsettlingly bright, too bright for him.
Obi-Wan sat up instead, ignoring the protest in his limbs. He gritted his teeth—there were definitely some ribs on the mend, and the dizziness that washed over him now told him that he would be best off just…sitting here.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes again, relieved to find that this time around was easier. He rubbed his face, wincing again at the soreness of his jaw, his cheek. His fingers traced over what he guessed was a still-healing cut. He didn’t remember getting that, but it didn’t surprise him—that was the last thing he should be surprised about.
Obi-Wan pushed away the blankets, gingerly brought his legs over the side of the bed. Gripping the edge, he set his feet down on the ground. The floor was colder than he expected, his own weight heavier than he expected, and Obi-Wan let out a small gasp, blindly reaching for something to stabilize him—and when his other hand found nothing but empty air, he was just thinking, well, this will be embarrassing—just as the door opened.
Obi-Wan didn’t even get to turn around before crashing to the ground. He heard a sharp “Obi-Wan!” and then hurried footsteps, hands gripping his arms and lifting him back up. “What’re you doing up? Vokara Che said that you’d be out for at least a little longer…”
Oh. It was Anakin.
“I suppose she was wrong,” Obi-Wan said, only his words came out slower, thicker than he meant for them to. Which was all wrong, because his mind felt alert—his mouth and apparently the rest of him still lagging far behind.
He found himself sitting back in bed a moment later, and Anakin pulled away, his brow furrowed.
“Thought you were out on the front,” Obi-Wan said. He was annoyed to find that his words still weren’t as clear as he wanted them to be.
“I was,” Anakin said. “But we wrapped up.”
He didn’t add on more to that—but Obi-Wan was used enough to Anakin’s face to know there was something else. Just the way Anakin watched him now, eyes wide and flitting across his face like he would vanish. Obi-Wan had noticed that this was a look he wore more often these days.
“I heard,” Anakin said at last.
Ah. There it was.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan just said. He didn’t know how much more he could say.
“Are you…” Anakin’s voice drifted. “You weren’t—” He stopped.
“I saw you,” Anakin said. “A few times, when you were…here.”
Obi-Wan looked at Anakin blankly. “What do you—”
“You’ve been out for a few days,” Anakin said quietly. “Just…lying here.” He cleared his throat. “Like I said, Vokara Che said that it might be longer—she said that you might wake up but might just not be…completely responsive.” His gaze turned down to the bed. “Whatever he put you through—”
“It wasn’t anything too bad,” Obi-Wan said, hoping his tone was casual. “Nothing your old master couldn’t handle. Nothing your old master won’t be able to handle.”
Anakin just looked at Obi-Wan.
“You know,” Anakin said, “I was a kid when this happened before.”
Obi-Wan remembered. The funeral pyre, Anakin’s quiet “what will happen to me now?”, a promise made in the light of the flames.
“So I’m saying now—”
“Whatever you’re thinking,” Obi-Wan interrupted, “don’t. You have more important things to do.”
“More important than this?” Anakin asked sharply. “He’s back, Obi-Wan—and that shouldn’t…that’s not right. And you—”
“Will take care of it,” Obi-Wan finished. “Focus on your own efforts, Anakin. Now is the worst time for you to be distracted.”
“This isn’t me being distracted,” Anakin said angrily, “this is me being worried that you’ll wind up dead.”
The last word rang between them. Obi-Wan stared, and Anakin stared back, his eyes wide—shocked that he had said the word at all.
Obi-Wan dropped his gaze. “Anakin,” he started unsteadily. “I won’t—”
“You can’t promise that.”
“I…” Obi-Wan stopped. There was no point in lying to Anakin—they both knew that these kinds of promises were difficult to keep.
Anakin looked away. “Sorry,” he said after a second. “I shouldn’t have shouted.”
“I know you’re worried,” Obi-Wan said. He looked at Anakin. “I am, too.”
Anakin looked up.
Obi-Wan smiled dryly, even though it took more energy than he would have liked. “I am,” he repeated. “But I won’t let it control me.”
Anakin lowered his gaze. After a moment, he let out a short huff—something that could probably pass for laughter if Obi-Wan didn’t know that it wasn’t actually laughter.
“So what now?” Anakin asked.
“Now, I suspect,” Obi-Wan said, ignoring the dread pooling in his stomach, “I should look for him.”
He started to stand—he was glad his legs were a little stronger, surer this time around. Still, Anakin hovered, his hands half reaching for him, and even when Obi-Wan didn’t fall, Anakin’s hands remained.
“I’m alright,” Obi-Wan assured him.
Anakin nodded.
Obi-Wan started forward, but he only managed a few steps past Anakin when he suddenly felt arms wrap around his middle.
Obi-Wan let out a short breath of surprise as he was dragged backwards, right into Anakin. “Anakin—”
“Just—” Anakin’s voice was tight, pained. His arms tightened around Obi-Wan. “Don’t do that again.”  
Obi-Wan paused. He tried to smile again, but it faltered, so he dropped his head instead. He brought his hand up to Anakin’s arm instead, closed his eyes.
He didn’t make any promises this time around.
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