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Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Summary: “Excuse me,” the girl Obi-Wan had approached, who couldn’t be older than twenty, turned around and smiled politely at him. “Is this the Scenography level one class from five o’clock? I’m afraid I got a bit lost with the directions they gave me.” The girl opened her mouth to answer when another drawly voice said from behind them.
“Yeah, this is the one, with Professor Windu.” Obi-Wan turned around to come face to face with a young man with curly hair that fell to his shoulders. He had a backpack lazily hung on his back and what could only be a frame from Paint class. Bingo fill: Artist AU
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THE RED MILL
request- so hear me out...........Moulin Rouge but Obi-Wan.
Done my best with this one. I hope.you all like it. Comments welcome.
Word count - 11,741 its a long one. One part only full story
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Obi-Wan Kenobi is a broken man. He sits alone against the wall of a boarding house, furniture and clothing strewn around him. A bottle of half drunk Tatooine wine in his hand. Looking across the room he stands slowly, walking, though hardly lifting his feet to the data pad. He sits at the table and lifts it.
As he slowly types the words, and tries to fight back the inevitable tears.
THE GREATEST THING
YOU’LL EVER LEARN
IS JUST TO LOVE
AND BE LOVED
IN RETURN
The Red Mill.
A nightclub, a dance hall, and a bordello. Ruled over by Zidler the Hutt, a kingdom of nighttime pleasures. Where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. The most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved.
Y/n.
A courtesan, she sold her love to men.
They called her the sparkling diamond and she was the star of the Moulin Rouge.
The woman I loved is…
The Jedi looks out his window at the Red Mill across the street, the lights that once shone brightly in reds, blues and yellows stood dull and broken.
…dead.
A tear falls from his eye, dropping onto the datapad.
I knew nothing of Zidler the Hutt, Red Mill or y/n. The galaxy had been swept up in the destruction of the Jedi and the rise of the Emperor. I had travelled to Tatooine to hide from it all. After the loss of my Padawan Anakin Skywalker I wanted to disappear. On a hill near Moss Eisley was a small town called Montmartre. There I found cheap lodgings in a building built of the same sand and mud as all the other buildings. Montmartre was not as I had thought it, not a place of debauchery and sin but a town of truth, beauty, freedom and love. The only problem was, I knew nothing of love. There was once a woman, Satine but she is gone now.
Luckily, right at that moment, an unconscious Twileak fell through my roof. He was quickly joined by a dwarf dressed in a strange costume.
"How do you do? My name is Henri-Marie-Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec-Monfa." The unhooded Jawa spoke.
"What?" Obi-Wan stumbles back from the pair.
Henri attempts to pull the Twileak from the rope holding him between the two rooms.
"I’m terribly sorry about all this. We were just upstairs rehearsing a play."
"What?" Obi-Wan isn't sure if he should be listening to any of this.
"A play! Something very modern called Spectacular Spectacular and it’s set in Naboo." Henri explained, "Unfortunately, the unconscious Twileak suffered from a sickness called Narcolepsy." He sat down at the small table, while Obi-Wan examines the Twileak now lying on his bed.
"Perfectly fine one moment, then suddenly unconscious the next." Henri laughs. The faces of THE DOCTOR, AUDREY, and SATIE appear through the hole from which the Argentinean came. Henri and Obi-Wan look up at them.
"How is he?" The bald man asked.
"How wonderful, now the Narcoleptic Twileak is unconscious, and therefore the scenario will not be finished in time to present to the financier tomorrow." Audrey grumbled, her sharply cut dark hair dangling down.
"Right, Henri, I still have to finish the music." Satie nervously shuffled.
"We’ll just find someone to read the part." Henri grinned, turning his head toward Obi-Wan.
Before I knew it, I was upstairs standing in for the unconscious Twileak. There was so much noise, the frankly atrocious lyrics that had been written for nonsensical music. My brain was still too tired to function and so I sat down on their makeshift set and waited for someone to do something. That was when I recalled the poetry of Master Ruhan. I read it all in the archives and so to halt their squabbling I sang out.
"The hills are alive with the sound of music!"
That was it! They wanted me. Audrey was so enthusiastic and left.
The Twileak woke and announced it was time to drink and so I had my first taste of Absentlie, a green drink that forced out your worries and let's in the green fairy.
As they drank, the companions dragged Obi-Wan across the street to the Red Mill, where they watched the women dancing. Like confetti falling from a great height they moved around the dance floor in brightly coloured dresses. Music, played by a band in the small stage; blared through speakers all around the room.
Zidler threw up his arms and called out to the room. Everyone fell quiet as the lights dimmed and silver paper floated down from the ceiling. Upon a wooden swing you descend, a glittering outfit, your voice echoes through the hall. Obi-Wan looks around, every set of eyes in the building were zeroed in on you, all men and women and droids listened intently to your words.
"I have arranged a private reading with Y/n after her number." It would be his job to convince you that his writing would put the Red Mill amongst the greatest theatres in the galaxy.
Your body moves as if it is controlled by the music and the words you sing. Henri speaks to Obi-Wan, though he does not hear what is said. You slipped behind a circle of dancers.
When you reappeared you had the dancing men spin you on a chair across the room until they deposited you in front of Obi-Wan.
"I believe you were expecting me." You breathe out so only the Jedi could hear you. He gulps, but does not move.
"I'm afraid it's ladies choice!" You call out to the crowd. The group Obi-Wan had entered with, push him toward you and you lead him down to the dance floor. All around the dancers and the patrons danced in what felt to Obi-Wan to be a practised dance. You help him to follow the movements. There is something about the way your skin feels running over his own that sends shivers of warmth through the Jedi. A sensation he had not felt for some time.
Unknown to Obi-Wan, another man watched your every move. Duke Valru, a Senator in the new Empire, waited for his moment. Promise from the Hutts that he would have your full attention that evening. He watched as you danced, imagining your hands running over his body. A twinge of jealousy, already turning his gut. You were his, he would pay for you, your attention would be all his.
As you raise once more on the swing you sing out. The words get caught in your throat and your chest tightens. Gasping for breath you feel your mind go blank and you fall unconscious from the swing. Before you hit the ground a large man catches you in his arms and swiftly carries you out of the dancehall. Obi-Wan watches with a lump in his throat. The pull of his training knowing he could have reached you first, but he could not risk being seen.
Zidler doesn't allow it to fester, quickly making it part of the show and switching the dance to distract the patrons.
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Dressed in a long red dress you looked into a mirror, silently telling yourself that this was for your career. If you could convince the Duke to invest in Henri's new play you could showcase your talents. Perhaps even catch the eye of directors from around the galaxy and finally leave the Red Mill. Zidler had bought you from your father when you were a child. You were trained everyday in the art of deceiving men into thinking you loved them, bending them to your will. You were a master at it, the best amongst the workers at the Red Mill. However, you had dreams, dreams of leaving this place and flying far away one day.
Zidler had given you the best room in the building, an old decommissioned AT-AT that had been decorated with heavy red curtains, blankets, plush curtains and carpets. The cockpit had been removed with a bed in its place, a staircase leading up to a pagoda on the top had little, yellow lights adorning the bannisters.
Standing outside the door you take a moment to look into a mirror. Your mind changing. No this outfit was not good enough, it would not entice the Duke. Luckily you had placed a small wardrobe of clothes in the corridor. Stripping down to your ornate corset and underwear you slip a lace robe over your arms and let down your hair.
Inside the man you believe to be the Duke stands, his back to you, looking out of the cut out section that looks over the courtyard.
"This is a wonderful place for a poetry reading. Don’t you think? Hm?
Poetic…enough…for you?" You ask in the most sultry voice you can muster. Obi-Wan turns, his blue eyes meeting yours and for a moment you both forget why had come to the room.
"Yes." He finds his voice first. You move across the room to the table and start to pull out a bottle of alcohol.
"A little supper?" You suggest.
Obi-Wan shifts awkwardly "I’d rather just, um…get it over and done with."
Those words stung you, no one had ever been in such a bored rush.
"Oh…" you fake a smile, "Very well. Then why don’t you…come down here." You say laying back on the bed, exposing your leg, "And let’s get it over and done with."
Obi-Wan looks around the room, trying to look at anything but you.
"I…prefer to do it standing." He says still talking about the poetry Henri had told.him to perform. Surprised you move to stand as well, but he puts his hands out toward you.
"You don’t have to stand, I mean. It’s sometimes that…It’s quite long and I’d like you to be comfortable. It’s quite modern, what I do, and it may feel a little strange at first, but I think, if you’re open, then, then you might enjoy it." He fumbles out the words as he paces around the room. You raise your eyebrows whilst he talks, convinced you would be the one learning something new.
"I’m sure I will." You reply.
"Excuse me." Obi-Wan turns around, "The… The sky…is…The sky…the blue...birds…Come on…come on…" Obi-Wan tried to remember the words to Master Ruhan's poems. Gentle words about the beauty of the galaxy and the love between men and women that just would not stay in his mind. Each time he looked back at you, he lost all focus. Your body lying there before him, making his mouth run dry.
:Why am I so shaky?' He thinks to himself. Of course he knew what this woman was, he was a Jedi but he was not so innocent to not understand your allure.
You slide to the edge of the bed, "Is everything all right?"
"Uh…I-I…I’m a little nervous. It’s just, sometimes, it takes a while for…um you know, inspiration to come…" he lies to you through a drying throat.
You stand and walk over to him.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes… Let mummy help, hm?" You say grabbing his crotch. Obi-Wan gasps at the touch.
"Does that inspire you?" You whisper and push him back onto the bed, "Let’s make love."
"Make love!?" Obi-Wan asks in confusion.
You straddle his hips, running your hands over his chest and pushing his clothing back.
"You want to, don’t you?"
"Well, I…I came to—" he tries to hold on to your arms and stop you.
Your fingers cover his mouth as you begin unbuttoning his shirt.
"No, tell the truth. You feel the poetry!" You grind down on him.
"What?" Obi-Wan pushes the word out, trying to keep his mind focused. Though it becomes increasingly difficult. You make light work of unbuttoning his breaches. Obi-Wan's mind slips and allows himself to feel everything that is happening. Sure he had a mandate to protect the boy, but that could wait…. couldn't it? The Jedi order is gone, he could allow himself this couldn't he?
"Oh, yes, I need your poetry now!" You cry out, still above him.
"All right!!" Obi-Wan pushes you back as gently as he can and runs to the other end of the room. He forces himself to remember Ruhan's poem.
"It’s a little bit funny this...feeling inside
I’m not one of those…who can…who can easily hide." He looks to you, eyes full.of a fear you couldn't understand.
"Is this…is this okay? Is this what you want?" He asks.
"Ohhh, poetry. Yes, yes, yes, this is what I want, naughty words!" You say pushing yourself down on the bed.
"I-I don’t…" Obi-Wan continues as you roll around amongst the sheets. "I don’t have much money but…but boy if I did I’d buy a big house where we, where we both could live. So…if I were a sculptor"
You roll onto the floor and crawl a bit closer to him, listening to every word.
"But, then again, no. Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show. I…I know it’s not much…But it’s the best I can do." He isn't sure where this comes from, a memory of a recording he had once found, the poems of Ruhan sung into the sweetest melodies in the Opera houses of the Old Republic. He let the music burst through him and sang.
"MY GIFT IS MY SONG"
You stop and gaze at him, stunned. You are frozen in place unable to do anything but listen to his sweet voice.
"AND THIS ONE’S FOR YOU
AND YOU CAN TELL EVERYBODY
THAT THIS IS YOUR SONG
IT MAY BE QUITE SIMPLE, BUT
NOW THAT IT’S DONE
HOPE YOU DON’T MIND
I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND
THAT I PUT DOWN IN WORDS
HOW WONDERFUL LIFE IS
NOW YOU’RE IN THE WORLD"
He turns back to the cut out and you find yourself falling to a place you couldn't climb out of. A place you were not allowed to go.
"I SAT ON THE ROOF
AND I KICKED OFF THE MOSS"
You stand and take a hesitant step closer to him.
"WELL, SOME OF THESE VERSES, WELL THEY
THEY GOT ME QUITE CROSSED"
He turns to you as you step up to each other.
"BUT THE SUN’S BEEN KIND
WHILE I WROTE THIS SONG
IT’S FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU, THAT
KEEP IT TURNED ON
SO EXCUSE ME FORGETTING
BUT THESE THINGS I DO
YOU SEE, I’VE FORGOTTEN
IF THEY’RE GREEN OR THEY’RE BLUE
ANYWAY, THE THING IS
WHAT I REALLY MEAN"
He takes your hand in his.
"YOURS ARE THE SWEETEST EYES
I’VE EVER SEEN"
You dance together as if the world outside does not exist. All there is is you, him and the love that was building between you.
"AND YOU CAN TELL EVERYBODY
THIS IS YOUR SONG
IT MAY BE QUITE SIMPLE BUT
NOW THAT IT’S DONE
I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND
I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND
THAT I PUT DOWN IN WORDS
HOW WONDERFUL LIFE IS
NOW YOU’RE IN THE WORLD"
He spins you both round, lowering you in his arms. Obi-Wan would never understand how or why he had so easily given in to you, into the feeling that warmed his chest, but he did, wholey giving in to you and pressed his lips.to yours.
"Oh…I can’t believe it. I’m in love. I’m in love with a young, handsome, talented Duke.
"Duke?" He asks,
You grin against his lips and speak again, "Mm, not that the title’s important, of course."
"I’m not a Duke, I'm a je-, a writer."
"A writer?" You push at his chest, forcing him to stand up. "No." You hold your hand to your head.
"Henri said-"
"Henri? Oh no. No, you're not another of oh-so-talented, charmingly bohemian, tragically impoverished prodigies?" You can feel your world beginning to crumble.
"Well, you might say that." Obi-Wan shrugs.
You're about to ask about the Duke when you hear Zidler outside your door. His dull tone spitting out Huttese unmistakable.
"The Duke!" You pant, "hide!" Obi-Wan dashes behind a pillar, pulling a curtain around himself just as the door opens. Zidler slithers into the room, the Duke beside him.
"My Dear! Are you decent for the Duke? Where were you?" He asks in the common tongue.
"I, uh…I…was…waiting!" You say, through heavy breaths.
"My dearest Duke, allow me to introduce Mademoiselle y/n." it was not often your employer acted so slimy. Cosying up to his patrons.
Mustering all the training you had received you locked your eyes with the Duke.
"My Lord, how wonderful of you to take time out of your busy schedule to visit." You step up to him, running your hand up his arm.
"The pleasure, I fear, will be entirely mine, my dear." The Duke replies, eyes on your hand.
Obi-Wan peeks out from the curtain and catches your eyes.
"I’ll leave you two squirrels to get better acquainted" Zidler gives you a pointed glare before leaving the AT-AT.
The Duke kisses your hand. "After tonight’s petty exertions on the stage, you must surely be in need of refreshment, my dear."
He pours you both a drink from the table, narrowly missing Obi-Wan slipping back behind the curtain. A lump begins to form in your throat as you watch them. Searching your mind you recall the reason for Duke's visit, to invest.
"It’s…it’s a little bit funny." You whisper, catching the Duke's full attention he turns completely round to you. Over his shoulder you see Obi-Wan look out at you.
"This feeling inside." Working out what you're doing he begins to mouth the words to you.
"I’m not one of those who can easily hide!" You repeat. "I don’t have much money but if I did Oh, I’d buy a big house where we both could live I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind" you wrap your hands around the Duke's shoulders, dipping your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.
I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words, how wonderful life is now you're in the world." Your eyes flicker over his shoulder to meet Obi-Wan's as you speak the last few words.
The Duke takes in a staggered breath.
"That’s very beautiful." He whispers.
"It’s from Spectacular Spectacular. Suddenly, with you here, I finally understood the true meaning of those words. How wonderful life is now you’re in the world." You are using everything in your arsenal to keep his attention on you as Obi-Wan creeps to the door.
"What meaning is that, my dear?" Your face is close enough that he could kiss you if only your arms were not so stiff.
Obi-Wan sees the Duke's body guard standing outside the door and quickly slams the door shut. It’s loud, too loud and the Duke begins to turn back. You throw yourself on the bed and pretend to sob.
"Duke! Don’t you toy with my emotions! You…you must know the effect you have on women?" You grab the Duke and pull him down on top of you. "Let’s make love! You want to make love, don’t you!?"
The kiss you give him barely touches his lips as you wave to Obi-Wan to go the other way.
He runs there, but stops before he can hide
The Duke begins to unbutton his white shirt above you, unaware of the other man in the room. Obi-Wan stops in his tracks, unsure of what it is he is feeling. A sadness, a pull, an anger. You see him and feel the same way.
"Yes, you’re right, we should wait until opening night." You push the Duke off and Obi-Wan slips into the stairs outside.
"Wait? What?" The Duke stumbles back from the bed. You blink at him, pressing a hand to his chest.
"There’s a power in you that scares me. If I give myself to you now, I could not focus on the play. We should wait until opening night."
You hoped it was enough. The Duke narrowed his eyes on you, a smile slowly forming on his mouth.
"Perhaps you are right. We should have no distractions."
Thankful you pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips.
"I shall dream of you." You whisper into his ear before he leaves.
Obi-Wan steps out from his hiding place and you storm toward him, a dizziness forming in your mind.
"Do you have any idea, what would have happened if you were found-" you couldn't finish your sentence as the world.goes black and you fall into Obi-Wan's arms.
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"Y/n?" Obi-Wan wasn't sure what to do, your body was limp.in his arms. He could feel your life force still beating inside you. Looking around himself he saw the bed close to him. Hiking you higher he drags you onto the bed, tripping on one of the blankets and falling on top of you. A himph leaves his throat as he holds his weight off of you. It doesn't occur to him that his body is just too close to yours. Little did he know this whole time He ri, Satie and the others had been watching from top of the AT-AT. Across the courtyard Zidler the Hutt looked through his telescope. Behind him the door reopens and the Duke steps in.
"I forgot my ha- Foul play?" The Duke narrows his eyes on Obi-Wan. The Jedi leaps backward off the bed.
"She…I…" he gestures between himself and you. Your eyes flicker open and you draw in a deep breath quickly assessing the room.
"Oh, Duke! I'm glad you could make it back. Yes, let me introduce you. The writer." You push yourself up off the bed, stumbling slightly in your heels.
"The writer?" The Duke sceptically asks.
"Yes. Oh yes, we were, we were rehearsing." You push Obi-Wan aside as you step closer to the Duke.
"You expect me to believe that, scantily clad, in the arms of another man, in the middle of the night, inside an Elephant, you were rehearsing?" He spat out the words, gripping your wrist. At that exact moment Henri burst into the room.
"How’s the rehearsal going!? Shall we take it from the top, then, eh y/n?" He is followed by the others. Satie Heads straight to the piano.
"I hope the piano’s in tune" he called out.
"Sorry that we are late." The Twileak fluttered his arms around.
"Can I offer you a drink?" The hairiest of the group holds a bottle out to the Duke as he sneered at the men. With a hand on his chest you guide the Duke's attention back to you. A sweet smile on your lips.
"When I spoke those words to you before, you, you filled me with such inspiration. Yes, I realised how much work we had to do before tomorrow. So I called everyone together for an emergency rehearsal."
The Duke opens his mouth to speak.
"My dear Duke, I’m most terribly sorry!" Zidler wiggled.his large body into the room.
"Zidler! You made it! It’s all right, the Duke knows all about the emergency rehearsal." You give him a pointed look that your employer understands immediately.
"Yes, well, I’m sure Audrey will be only too delighted—"
" The cat’s out of the bag." You slid into the Duke's side pulling him closer to you. "Yes, the Duke’s already a big fan of our new writer’s work. That’s why he’s so keen to invest." You clench your teeth as you look into his eyes.
"Invest?" He speaks to you in Huttese the looks to the Duke "Invest! Oh, yes, well, invest! You can hardly blame me for trying to hide our-"
"Ben." Obi-Wan lied.
"…Ben away!" Zidler waved his hands once again. The Duke curls his top lip back.
"I’m way ahead of you, Zidler." He pushes you away slightly taking a step toward the Hutt.
"My dear Duke…why don’t you and I go to my office to produce the paperwork?" Zidler tried to distract him. You turn nervously back to the other men, your eyes meeting Obi-Wan's. Something about him calms you; like he was reaching out through the space between you. There were stories of the Jedi who could do that, though you had never met one.
"What’s the story?" The Duke's voice catches your attention, "if I’m to invest, I’ll need to know the story."
Zidler turns his attention to Henri, silently begging him to answer.
"Well, well, the stories, the stories about, Well, it’s, it’s about, um" the Jawa looks to Obi-Wan
"It’s about love" he says the words as if it was obvious.
"Love?" The idea seemed disgusting to the Duke.
Obi-Wan takes a breath, "It’s about love overcoming all obstacles. It's set on Naboo and there’s a Courtesan…the most beautiful courtesan in all the world but her kingdom’s invaded by an evil Senator. Now, in order to save her kingdom, She has to seduce the Evil Senator but, on the night of the seduction, she mistakes a Penniless P--…Penn…Penniless…Penniless Kloo Horn
Player for the Evil Senator, and she falls in love with him!" Obi-Wan recalled the story from a fairytale of his childhood. He turned to you, and as if to clarify he says, "He wasn’t trying to trick her or anything but he was dressed as a richer man because he’s appearing in a play."
Everyone is quiet listening to him tell the story.
"Well, the Penniless Kloo Player and the Courtesan, they have to hide their love from the Senator."
Satie interrupts. "The Penniless Kloo Player’s Kloo Horn is magical! It can only speak the truth!" They all cheer at the idea.
"Yes, and he gives the game away!" The Duke chuckles, feeling himself being swept up in the joy of his companions. They all cheer along with him.
Zidler turns the Duke toward him, "The show will be a magnificent, opulent, tremendous, stupendous, gargantuan bedazzlement! A sensual ravishment! It will be Spectacular Spectacular No words in the vernacular Can describe this great event, You’ll be dumb with wonderment. Returns are fixed at ten percent
You must agree that’s excellent." He has turned the Duke toward the doors but cannot keep him. Spinning away from the Hurt the Duke turns back to Obi-Wan.
"What happens in the end?"
"The lovers are pulled apart by an evil plan." Obi-Wan gulps out. You grab the Duke's arm once more pulling him toward you.
"But in the end she hears his call and their love is just too strong." She almost whispers the words to him.
"Will someone die?" The Duke asks almost amused at the thought. You glance back at the others.
"We shall see, your input is of course always welcomed."
"Generally I like it." The Duke laughed following zidler from the room as the others celebrated.
Zidler had an investor, and the Bohemians had a show. While the celebration party raged upstairs, I tried to write. But all I could think about was her.
Was she thinking about me?
You and Obi-Wan can just see each other across the Red Mill, through your respective windows. Obi-Wan watches as you, now redressed in the red gown, walk up the metal steps to the pagoda on top of the AT-AT.
The last of his resolve dissipates into the music bove him and Obi-Wan leaves his room. He climbs up the walker using the decorative ropes until he is standing behind you. His footsteps alert you and you jump.
"Sorry. Sorry, I didn’t mean…I saw your light on, and I…I climbed up the-"
"What?" You eye him with confused thoughts.
"I couldn’t sleep, and I want-I wanted to thank you for helping me get the job." He fumbles out the words. You smile, though it doesn't reach your eyes.
"Of course. Yes, Henri was right. You’re…you’re very talented." His eyes drop, an emotion you didn't quite catch. "It’s going to be a wonderful show." There is a beat of silence between you.
"Anyway, I’d better go, because we…uh, we both have a big day tomorrow." You sigh and turn away.
"Wait! No, please, wait." Obi-Wan reaches out for you but doesn't touch you. You turn your head just enough to see him.
"Before, when we were…when we were…when you thought I was the Duke, you said that you loved me. An-and I wondered if…if—"
"If it was just…an act?" You say now turning all the way round to face him.
"Yes!" His eyes were bright like a child.
"Of course." You know there is a lie in there.
His smile falls. "Oh, it just felt…real."
You approach him, desperate to ease his mind. "Ben, I’m a courtesan. I’m paid to make men believe what they want to believe."
"Yes…Silly of me to think that you could…fall in love with someone like me." His words are simple yet filled with too many emotions.
"I can’t fall in love with anyone." You sigh.
A strange smile graces his face, "Can’t fall in love? I understand that."
Curious, you take one more step toward him.
"Where are you from?" You ask and Obi-Wan knows you are more intuitive than you first seemed.
"I am from an order, they're all gone now. We weren't allowed to…" his eyes threatened tears and you felt the same pull to him you felt earlier. It occurred to him then standing in front of you that he had been a fool. The opportunity for love had been handed to him on Mandalore yet he chose to turn away from it. His heart had been broken not one week ago by Anakin turning to the darkside. Proof that he had grown too attached to the man. Obi-Wan knew he had the capacity to love, perhaps this time he would let himself. Searching back through his mind he thought of Master Ruhan and the poems he had written.
"Love is a many-splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love." It was like he finally understood the words.
"Please, don’t start that again." You shake your head.
" all you need is love." He steps toward you.
"Love is just a game." You whisper, knowing you were already under his spell, "the only way to love me is to pay." You hope the words will break you out of it.
Obi-Wan stops, his hand floating in the space between you, his eyes looking into your own.
"Y/n, I have been starved and I think you have as well. Just one night and then I promise I'll leave you alone."
Your heart breaks a little. You know you should be standing your ground. Say no to him, turn away but you can't. Your body is drawn to him. Grabbing his hand you pull Obi-Wan down the stairs back into the AT-AT. The electricity that sparks through your skin is enough to have you pull him into you and press your lips to his. That was it, the moment it all broke for both of you. Two people, raised to never love, connect by your hearts.
"You're going to be bad for business, I can tell." You giggle between kisses.
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How wonderful life was, now Satine was in the world. But, in the Duke, Zidler had gotten much more than he had bargained for.
Duke Valru sits across from Zidler in his office. The large green slug-like Alien fiddles with contracts on his desk.
"Conversion of the Moulin Rouge into a theatre will cost a fantastic sum of money, Zidler." Valru spoke with narrowed eyes, "So, in return, I would require a contract that, um, binds y/n to me, exclusively. Naturally, I shall require some security. I shall require the deeds to the Red Mill."
Zidler baulks at the idea
"My dear Duke I-"
"Please! Don’t think that I’m naïve, Zidler. I shall hold the deeds to the Red Mill and if there are any shenanigans my man-servant, Warner," A Besker clad man stepped into the room, folding his hands in front of him, "will deal with it in the only language that you underworld show-folk understand. Y/n will be mine. It’s not that I’m a jealous man. I just don’t like other people touching my things!" The last few words came out as a yell, Valru calmed himself with several shallow breaths.
"I understand completely, Duke." Zidler gulps.
"Good. Now that we have an understanding, it would appear that, uh…you have the means to transform your beloved Red Mill into a theatre." His smile makes even the Hutt squirm. One thing about this new virgining Empire gave them was a freedom for the slime of the galaxy to rise into power.
"I shall woo y/n over supper, tonight." Valru growled before marching out of the office. Zidler watches, an uneasy feeling wiggling inside him.
"The show must go on." He says to the blue Twi'lek woman beside him.
Yes, the show would go on. But Satine would not attend the supper that night, or the following night.
You, Obi-Wan, and Henri are all in Obi-Wan's room. You are sitting in your robe on the bed, your eyes watching Obi-Wan's every move. Henri is preparing food, and Obi-Wan is explaining the stuff he’s written.
"Fantastic!" Henri exclaims at the delightful scene. Obi-Wan continues, throwing his arms around in animated joy.
"Mad with jealousy, the Evil Maharajah forces the Courtesan to make the Penniless Sitar Player believe she doesn’t love him!"
"That’s…oh, yes!" Henri laughs.
“Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love!” says the Penniless Sitar Player, throwing money at her feet, and leaving the kingdom forever!" Obi-Wan jumps onto the bed, you reach up and pull him down to you.
"Oh, but a life without love! That’s terrible!" You smile. He nuzzles into your shoulder.
"Yes…but, the Kloo Player’s…
"Wait!" Henri runs to the bedside.
"-Magical Kloo-"
"That’s my part, Ben! That’s my part! That’s my part Ben." Henri laughs, "Don’t you dare! The Magical Kloo who can only speak the truth says he says-"
The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
Days past them all by, y/n would insist on my attendance to all her meetings with the Duke.
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Try as the Duke may, it was almost too easy for the young writer and the lead actress to invent perfectly legitimate reasons to avoid him.
Love grew where I had thought it never could, until darkness fell over the Red Mill.
The rehearsal day was over, you stole away behind a curtain, Obi-Wan pushed against the wall as you kissed him.
"You'll come tonight?" He asks and you nod, "what time?"
"Eight o'clock." You giggle.
Zidler's voice speaking in Huttese echoed across the dancehall.
"Nice work, family! Bright and early tomorrow morning we begin on Act II: The Lovers Are Discovered!"
"Zidler!" The Duke marches over to him.
The Hutt turns, his eyes glancing over to where you stood, your hands around Obi-Wan.
"My dear Duke! Everything is arranged for that special supper in the Temple Tower tonight."
"You might as well eat it yourself, Zidler. " he spat, "Her affections are waning."
"Impossible!" Zidler nervously chuckles.
"I understand how important her work is to her, but she’s always at it with that damn writer! If I don’t see her tonight, I’m very well leaving!"
"No!! My dear Duke…I’ll insist y/n take the night off." He turns him away.
"All right…all right. Eight o’clock, then." He leaves satisfied.
Zidler slides himself around grumbling under his breath as he moves to you. Obi-Wan had already darted away to another room before he approached you. Zidler grabbed your arms, lifting you onto your tiptoes and hissed in Huttese.
"Are you mad? The Duke holds the deeds to the Moulin Rouge! He’s spending a fortune on you. He’s given you a beautiful new dressing room, he wants to make you a star. And you’re dallying with the writer!"
"Oh, no, don’t be ridicul-"
"I saw you together" he cuts you off.
"It’s nothing. It’s just an infatuation, it’s…it’s nothing." You lie.
Zidler pushes you against the wall using his large body to trap you there, his hot breath fanned out over your face.
"The infatuation will end. Go to the boy. Tell him it’s over. The Duke is expecting you in the Tower at Eight."
Your heart sinks as he slithers away. Marie the Blue Twi'lek, and the oldest woman in the Red Mill, helps you to dress. As she pulls the strings of the corset you feel your chest tighten, your throat running dry. A fit of coughing takes over your body, sweat dripping from your face. Marie holds you as you try to walk.
How could I know, in those last fatal days, that a force darker than jealousy and stronger than love had begun to take hold of Satine?
Chocolat the resident Wookie watches in fear as you cough and eventually pass out.
Obi-wan waits expectantly for you in his room, standing by the window. He had no idea what was happening to you, but his mind began to wander. Obi-Wan dejectedly walks back into his table. He slumps down and looks at the datapad he had been writing the play on. The words all melted into one so he tosses it aside.
'Obi-Wan what are you doing?' He scolds himself. Why had he allowed this? Allowed himself.to fall so quickly into a world he had always kept away from. So many years denying the part of himself that this woman had freed within moments of meeting her. Was it the grief of losing the world he had known? The memories that plagued his dreams of destroying the boy he had promised to care for? The fear of becoming just like him? Or did he want to feel something, anything that was not death and destruction? The once great General Kenobi, now just Ben, a penniless, broken man with nothing but his love for a woman. A woman who did not come at eight, nine, ten or eleven. No.
All night he waited, and now, for the first time, he felt the cold stab of jealousy
You did not arrive at his door until six in the morning, before the suns had risen above the deserts. Your face was sullen, dark circles under your eyes, clad only in your underclothes and a robe, the usual corset forgotten in your bedroom.
Obi-Wan stops writing and looks up at you from the table, pained eyes blinking. You cough softly, the back of your hand pressing to your lips.
"Where were you last night?" He asks, trying to ignore the break in his voice.
"I told you, I was sick." You breathe out.
Obi-Wan gets up and sits beside you on the bed.
"You don’t have to lie to me." He could feel the conflict inside you. Frustrated, you turn away from him, holding back your emotions.
"We have to end it." You whisper, "Everyone knows. Zidler knows. Sooner or later, the Duke will find out, too."
Obi-Wan turns his back on you not believing your words; heartbreak forming in his chest.
"On opening night, I have to sleep with the Duke." You stand and walk to the window, "And the jealousy will drive you mad."
Knowing he should be better than this he stands and heads quickly to you.
"Ben-" you hold him back, tears dropping from both your eyes. Ben cups your face with his hand. He has no experience in this, nothing to tell him what to do but instinct and poems by a dead man.
"Then, we’ll write a song and we’ll put it in the show and no matter how bad things get, or whatever happens, whenever you hear it, or when you sing it, or whistle it, or hum it"
Kisses your forehead, "then you’ll know, it’ll mean…it’ll mean that we love one another! I won’t get jealous." He knows his words are like, of course he'll get jealous, he already is.
Attachment, the one thing he had never been allowed, the thing that had taken away his brother. This was a bad idea.
"Things don’t work that way, Ben. We have to end it." You sigh and walk away.
That afternoon in rehearsals Obi-Wan sits beside Satie by the piano.
"Now, this new scene is the scene where the Sitar Player writes a secret song for the Courtesan, so that whatever is happening, however bad things are…they remember their love." His eyes catch yours and you smile at him.
"And, um…we could take it from your line, y/n. So, let’s take it. Let’s take it, if we may-" you note the way his voice cracks and he turns his eyes away from you. The soft piano music begins and you look at the data pad with your script.
The song is perfect in every way; each word pours his love into your heart. A warmth filling you that try to send back. Your eyes flick between your Twi'lek costar and Obi-Wan.
On of the dancers slinks across the room, her body clad in half costume half underwear. She leans down to the Duke, sitting alone on a wooden chair.
"This ending’s silly. Why would the Courtesan go for the Penniless Writer? Oops! I mean Kloo Player."
She gives him a look like he’s an idiot for not seeing it yet, then bounces her eyes between you and Obi-Wan. The Duke seems to make the connection, following her eyeline. Nini goes back to the other Dancers and they share a laugh. Valru takes in a long pointed breath and stands, his neck twisting as he stretches it.
"I don’t like this ending."
Everyone droops in confusion turning to him.
"Don’t like the ending, my dear Duke?" Zidler asks sliding in front of the stage.
"Why would the Courtesan choose a Penniless Kloo Player over the Senator, who is offering a lifetime of security? That’s real love. Once the Kloo Player has satisfied his lust, he will leave the Courtesan with nothing. I suggest that, in the end, the Courtesan choose the Senator." He knew every word would cause a reaction in all of them and he hoped for it. Henri charged forward, his small stature made up for by his anger.
"But…but, but sorry! Sorry, but that ending does not uphold the bohemian ideals of truth, beauty, freedom and lov-"
"I don’t care about your ridiculous dogma!" The Duke shouts, "there is a new Empire now why shouldn’t the Courtesan choose the Senator!?"
Obi-Wan's anger tumbles over the threshold; he stands and shouts.
"Because she doesn’t love you!"
There is a Lllong, horrified pause, as everyone stares at Obi-Wan, who slowly realises what he’s just done.
"Him…him, she doesn’t love…she doesn’t love him." He stumbles backward.
Valru looks back at you, his jaw clenching, "Now I see. Zidler, this ending will be rewritten with the Courtesan choosing the Senator and without the lovers’ secret song. It will be rehearsed in the morning, ready for the opening tomorrow night."
"But, my dear Duke! That will be quite impossible"
You place a hand on Zidler, stepping past him, putting on a brilliant façade that you had been taught early on.
"Zidler the poor Duke is being treated appallingly! These silly writers let their imaginations run away with them." You laugh and approach the Duke, "Now why don’t you and I have a little supper and then, afterwards, we can let Zidler know how we would prefer the story to end, Hm?"
You can feel Obi-Wan is watching them, agony radiating from him.
The Duke agrees with you, leaning in to whisper in your ear. His words freeze your body. You nod and wait for him to leave the dancehall before letting out your breath.
Backstage, you are heading to her dressing room when Obi-Wan stops you. His hand snakes around your arm, holding you gently.
"I don’t want you to sleep with him." He whispers. You lay your forehead on his.
"He could destroy everything." You kiss his cheek, "It’s for us."
He shakes his head, holding back the tears in his eyes.
"You promised. You promised me you wouldn’t be jealous, you- It will be alright." Unsure if you were trying to convince him or yourself. He shakes his head again, unable to look you in the eyes. "Yes, it will…He’s waiting." You try to turn away but he reaches out to stop you, begging
"No…no…"
"Ben, come what may, remember." You whisper.
"Come what may." He whispers back finally allowing you to leave.
She had gone to the tower to save us all. And for our part, we could do nothing but wait.
In the Red Mill everyone seems concerned, sitting around the dancehall. Obi-Wan takes a swig of Tatooine wine. Nini saunters over, a mocking grin on her face as she Plops herself on Obi-wan’s lap.
"Don’t worry, you’ll get your ending. Once the Duke gets his…end…in." She laughs. Obi-Wan pushes her off his lap, almost lunging at her. Several male and female dancers jump between them.
"You get your hands off me!" She shouts.
The Narcoleptic Twi'lek holds a hand to Obi-Wan's chest after comforting Nini.
"Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself. It always ends bad!" The last word reverberates through the room. Everyone jumps a little. Henri watches, totally drunk. Obi-Wan looks ready to cry.
"We have a dance! In the brothels of Ryloth.
Tells the story of a prostitute and a man who falls in love with her."
He pulls Nini to him and they start to dance, mimicking what the Twi'lek is saying.
"First, there is desire. Then, passion. Then, suspicion, jealousy, anger, betrayal! When love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust. Without trust, there is no love! Jealousy…yes, jealousy will drive you mad!"
Obi-Wan watches as the dancers converge on Nini, passing her between them in a tango. As anger bubbles inside his chest Obi-Wan pulls a thick coat around himself and walks, eyes glued on the door. The dancers move around him.
Inside his mind he is reminded of Ruhan's last poem
HIS EYES UPON YOUR FACE
HIS HAND UPON YOUR HAND
HIS LIPS CARESS YOUR SKIN
IT’S MORE THAN I CAN STAND
WHY DOES MY HEART CRY
FEELINGS I CAN’T FIGHT?
YOU’RE FREE TO LEAVE ME
BUT JUST DON’T DECEIVE ME
AND PLEASE BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY
I LOVE YOU
The words finally echoed his own heart as it shattered apart. The cool of the night air hits him and he walks mind clouded through the courtyard.
There is a force that stops him, halting his feet. A small voice calling out through the Force. He looks up to the balcony of the tower, seeing you standing there. Your eyes meet as the Duke steps up behind you, his hand snaking around your body. His lips whisper into your ear.
The sight makes Obi-Wan feel sick, dropping his eyes to the sand below his feet and walks back to his room in the building across the roadway.
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In his room Obi-Wan crumbles, dropping to his knees as objects fly about the room, folding in on themselves. He sees no way of fighting his own emotions, they are too strong and hold too much power.
"No" he Huff's out the word, pushing himself back to his feet. He will not let this defeat him. Reminding himself that he must hide his Jedi heritage he cleans the room by hand. Throwing away every broken object away or hiding it in the closet.
Tired and broken Obi-Wan presses his head to the window allowing the glass to cool him.
The door swings open behind him and Chocolat this Wookie stands behind you. Tears stain your face.
"Y/n?" Obi-Wan runs to you, noting that you were no longer in your black dress, but your underwear.
"I couldn’t! I couldn’t go through with it! I saw you there and I felt terribly and I couldn’t pretend." You sob, "And the Duke, he saw! He saw and he…and he… Christian, I love you."
Obi-Wan pulls you into him, holding you tightly to his chest.
"It’s okay" he whispers.
You shake your head, "And I couldn’t do it; I didn’t want to pretend anymore. I didn’t want to lie, I don’t want," you pull back a bit. "And he knows. He knows, he saw" you're panicking chest rising and falling rapidly.
"It’s all right; you don’t have to pretend anymore. We’ll leave. We’ll leave tonight." He isn't sure what he is saying.
"Leave? But…the show…"
"I don’t care.I don’t care about the show. We have each other, and that’s all that matters."
A sad smile creeps onto your face and you feel all of him.
"Yes. As long as we have each other" you kiss him.
Obi-Wan Grabs the coat he had worn earlier and wraps.it around your shoulder.
"Chocolat, take Miss y/n to her dressing room and get the things she needs. No one must see you, do you understand?" The Wookie nods.
"Darling, you go and pack. And I’ll be waiting." You laugh tearfully kissing him.
Chocolat rushes you back info the Red Mill to your dressing room. You dart about packing up her things into a small bag, when you sees Zidler in the mirror and whirl to face him in surprise. Marie is there, too.
"Forgive the intrusion, Cherub." He sighs.
You turn and put her own coat on, having taken off Obi-Wan's
"You’re wasting your time, Zidler." You say turning away from him.
"Albeit. You don’t understand. The Duke is going to kill Ben."
You gasp a little at his words, looking at yourself self in the mirror.
"No…" Tears are already building up in your eyes.
"The Duke is insanely jealous. Unless you do his ending and sleep with him tomorrow night, the Duke will have Ben killed."
Composing yourself you turn back to Zidler.
"He can’t scare us." You know it's a lie.
"He’s a powerful man. You know he can do it." Zidler is almost begging you.
You stare at him for a moment and then throw your coat off, picking up your things. Zidler slithers closer to you.
"What are you doing?" He asks.
You cannot stop the tears falling as you replace Obi-Wan's coat on your shoulders.
"I don’t need you anymore! All my life, you me believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! But Ben loves me. He loves me, Zidler. He loves me, and that is worth everything! We’re going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the Red Mill! Goodbye, Zidler." You Turn to the door, toward the Wookie.
"You’re dying, y/n.You’re dying." Zidler finally admits.
Your breath halts for a moment, a light cough reminding you of the days you'd lied in bed.
"Another trick?" You're hopeful.
"No, My Love. The doctor told us." The way his eyes look at you shows you how sorrowful the Hutt is.
"Marie?" You ask one last spark of hope. Marie just looks at you, tears shining in her own eyes. You take a few moments to digest it all
"I’m dying" you whisper, accepting the news.
"Send Christian away. Only you can save him." Zidler implores you.
"He’ll fight for me." You speak through your tears.
"Yes. Unless he believes you don’t love him."
"What?" You look at him.
"You’re a great actress, Satine. Make him believe you don’t love him. Use your talent to save him. Hurt him. Hurt him to save him. There is no other way. The show must go on, y/n. We are creatures of the underworld of Tatooine. We can’t afford to love."
You fall into the chair at the dressing table.
Zidler leaves your dressing room, slithering through the backstage area if the dance hall and he speaks,
"Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime on and on, does anybody know what we are living for? Whatever happens, we leave it all chance, another heartache, another failed romance." He reaches the stage, where people are working and things are still being built. Moving down the aisle to the other side of the theatre he continues
"The show must go on outside the dawn is breaking, on the stage that holds our final destiny."
Maria turns back to you, having dressed you in a grey outfit that covered your body.
"The show must go on." She says, quiet and sad.
With your heart broken inside your chest you walk as if condemned to Obi-Wan's room, knocking on the door.
"What’s wrong?" He asks when he sees your stoic eyes.
"I’m staying with the Duke. After I left you, the Duke came to see me and he offered me everything. Everything that I’ve ever dreamed of, he'll take me away from here to the capitals. He has one condition. I must never see you again. I’m sorry." You announce still in the doorway.
"What are you talking about?" Obi-Wan doesn't understand.
You move away from him as he steps closer, and avoid eye contact with him.
"You knew who I was." You say.
"What are you saying? What about last night, what we said?" He feels himself beginning to beg you.
You slink around him, not allowing him to touch you.
"I don’t expect you to understand. The difference between you and I is that you can leave any time you choose but this is my home. The Red Mill is my home." You turn away from him to hide your pain.
"No," he can feel several emotions warring inside you, "there must be something else, this can’t be real, you-"
You're breathing a little too rapidly, either from your disease, or from holding back tears, though you suspect it is both.
"There’s something the matter, tell me what it is?" Obi-Wan tries to hold your hands but you hurry past him and out the door, coughing a few times. Ben catches you at the door, anger creeping to the surface rapidly.
"Tell me what’s wrong! Tell me the truth! Tell me the truth!"
Yanking your arm away from him you look him in the eye.
"The truth? The truth is I am the Naboo Courtesan, and I choose the Senator. That’s how the story really ends." You try to hold onto your sibs. Your eyes hold onto each other for a moment, before he lets you go.
A sand storm gathers on the horizon, Ben's heart has almost visibly been ripped in half. He trembles and staggers back to the bed.
*********************
Obi-Wan stands outside the doors to the Red Mill as sand bellows around him.
"Y/n, y/n!" He calls out.
You sit at your window, tears streaming down your cheeks as you watch two guards grab Ben’s arms and haul him across the street. Your name breaking through the thunderous noise of the sand. One guard hits him hard across the face and they walk away as he falls to the wet concrete. He had been through many wars but this was a different pain. Obi-Wan is carried inside by Satie and the others, lying him on his bed with a bruise forming on his cheekbone above his beard.
The day wears on. The storm passes and the rich of Tatooine file into the dancehall.
Ben sits on his bed with a blanket wrapped around him, and stares off numbly toward the window. Henri stands by the bed, smiling comfortingly.
"Things aren’t always as they seem." He tries to reassure the old Jedi.
"Things are exactly the way they seem." Obi-Wan rebutes.
"Ben, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden Jawa whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. But I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fibre of my being. She loves you. I know it, I know she loves you." His tiny body seems too out of place in this broken room.
"Go away, Henri. Leave me alone. Go. Away. Go away!" Obi-Wan shouts, behind Henri a plate shoots from the table and snacks against the wall. Henri, glances at it, takes his coat and leaves, with a last sad look at his tormented friend.
I wanted to shut out what Toulouse had said. But he had filled me with doubt, and there was only one way to be sure.
I had to know.
So I returned to the Red Mill. One last time.
Inside the Red Mill, the show is just starting.
******************
The play goes on, the crows cheer and laugh, they sing and cry along with the characters. The Duke sits amongst his personal guests, his eyes fixed on you as you dance around the stage. Unaware that Obi-Wan was sneaking into the building, his Jedi training finally came into action. He moves through the dressing rooms staying behind costumes rails and curtains. Slipping behind actors one sees the tail of his tunic and the whispering begins.
With their parts ended Henri and Twi'lek are walking up a set of steps backstage. Henri taps his chin.
"There has to be a reason, I know she still loves him." He thinks out loud.
"How about one of them is a Duke and the other-" the Twi'lek's sentence is cut off by his narcolepsie taking control of him and he falls down the stairs right in front of Obi-Wan. Thinking quickly the Jedi removes his simple tunic and slips on the Twi'lek's elaborate costume.
Whilst this was happening you had run back to your dressing room to change into your last costume, the wedding dress. Your chest tightens and you feel a hot, thick liquid fill your throat. You spit it out onto a cloth, seeing the redness stain the material. Finally you understood your employer had not been lying. A shuffle and knocking of your things behind you catches your attention and you spin round to see Obi-Wan in the doorway.
At the edge of the stage Werner, grabs Zidler, who is now backstage, where Henri can see and hear them.
"The boy is here." The helmeted man states, angrily.
"We told y/n that if Ben were to come here, he’d be killed!" The Hutt gawks.
"He very soon will be." Werner pulls his blaster from It's holster.
Obi-Wan walks into your dressing room. You stare at each other for a moment.
Henri runs around behind the stage hoping to find Obi-Wan.
"He’ll be killed? That’s it…that’s why she’s pushing him away, to save him. That’s it, that’s it. Ben!" He cries out as the platform he’s on is raised up higher. Sees Warner moving quickly down the corridor.
"No! Don’t—Oh, God, this is high up!" He says to himself as he rises higher and higher.
"I’ve come to pay my bill." Obi-Wan chicks on the words. You hurry past him.
"You shouldn’t be here, Ben. Just leave.' You hope he'll listen. Obi-Wan stares off for a moment and then turns and follows you. As you rush away to get to your mark your breath becomes shallow, straining with each intake. Obi-Wan follows, hot on your heels.
"You did your job so very, very well!" He spits out at you, attempting to grab for you wrist.
"She’s got to get on stage" Marie hisses at the stage manager.
Obi-Wan follows you up a set of wooden steps.
"Why can’t I pay you like everyone else does!?" Tears are freely falling from his eyes. You turn to him, pleading with every part of your body.
"Don’t. Enn, there’s no point. Just leave."
You spin and run again, still Ben chasing after her again.
One of the stage hands grabs at Obi-Wan's shoulders pulling him back but he uses his training to slip out of his grasp and punch him. Ensuring the man falls safely to the ground Obi-Wan looks around trying to find you once more. You're stood atop a stage platform, eyes wide. A gun is pointing past you toward Obi-Wan and you gasp.
Feeling Obi-Wan ascend the steps you spin once more to face Obi-Wan, sobbing, begging and trying to block the blasters path.
"Go…go…" your tears match his.
Obi-Wan holds out wupiupi cash out for you.
"If it wasn’t real, why can’t I pay you?" His words cut through you.
Behind the door next to you, you can hear Zidler's voice as recites the lines of the play.
"Let me pay! Let me pay!" Obi-Wan pants.
You turn your head just enough to see Werner getting closer. Your hands grab at Obi-Wan's jacket, as your chest tightens further.
"Tell me it wasn’t real! Tell me" his words had turned to begging.
The door to the stage opens, revealing you and Obi-Wan. His hands on your wrists and you kneeling on the floor.
"Tell me you don’t love me!" He whispers as you sob but say nothing.
"Tell me you don’t love me!" He shouts. There is a murmur among the crowd, enlighten you both to their presence. The Duke pulls back his top lip, showing his teeth as anger ignites under his skin.
Panicking Zidler slithers across the stage.
"Hahaha! I am not fooled! Though he has shaved off his beard, and dons a disguise, my eyes do not lie! For it is he, the same Penniless Kloo Player! Driven mad by jealousy" He calls out, the audience murder again in a unified realisation.
Obi-Wan drags you by the wrist down the stage a bit, and lets you fall back to the floor. You cough trying to catch your breath between sobs. He moves away from you speaking apparently to Zidler's character, but actually to the Duke.
"This woman is yours now." He throws the bag of money to the floor next to you and it spills out across the stage. "I’ve paid my whore." His eyes turn to you as you gaze up at him, with tears flowing from your eyes. "I owe you nothing and you’re nothing to me." Obi-Wan chicks on his own sobs, "Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love." He walks off the stage, everyone behind him knows how real this is, and Obi-Wan stops to stare at the Duke for a moment before walking down the aisle.
Henri claps a hand to his forehead, "I can’t remember my line" below him Zidler attempts to stay in character and get you to stand. Henri tries to remember, his eyes darting around himself. Seeing that Obi-Wan is leaving, Werner replaces his blaster and begins to move away from the stage.
You try to compose yourself, pushing up to stand, your tear filled eyes looking at Zidler.
"I’ve got it! I’ve got it! Ben!" Henri shouts at the top of his voice interrupting Zidler. His silly costume tripping him and he starts to fall to the stage, catching himself, dangling from the platforms.
"The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return!" As his voice echoes, something inside you seems to click, the actors on stage and the audience glance between each other. The Duke scowls up at you as you slowly turn around. You sing,
"NEVER KNEW I COULD FEEL LIKE THIS"
He stops briefly, Obi-Wan's face nearly crumbles, and he slowly starts to walk again. He is sure this is just a cruel game you're hell bent on playing.
"LIKE I’VE NEVER SEEN THE SKY BEFORE
WANT TO VANISH INSIDE YOUR KISS" you continue. Obi-Wan stops again. It sounds so real, the pull of your force signature screaming at him.
"EVERY DAY I’M LOVING YOU MORE AND MORE
LISTEN TO MY HEART, CAN YOU HEAR IT SING?"
He turns slowly, and sees that it is real you're calling to him with your eyes and your voice. Life seems to float back into his eyes and a smile tugs at his lips.
"COME BACK TO ME AND FORGIVE EVERYTHING!"
The high note makes you take a gasp for air, nearly coughing. The Duke smiles, having no idea that you are singing to Obi-Wan. The Jedi is watching you, tearful with happiness. Satie conducts the orchestra in gentle music to accompany your words.
"SEASONS MAY CHANGE, WINTER TO SPRING
I love you.
‘TIL THE END OF TIME"
Finally Obi-Wan breaks,
"COME WHAT MAY" he begins the male part of the song, "COME WHAT MAY
COME WHAT MAY," he heads up to the stage, as you walking downstage to meet him, "COME WHAT MAY
I WILL LOVE YOU"
The song continues around you both, the actors and dancers joining in. The Duke growls.under his breath and speaks into a communicator on his wrist. The Mandalorian man servant draws his balster and aims at Obi-Wan as he holds you. Henri spies him and leaps from the platform he had been holding onto.
"Christian! He’s got a gun!" His fall knocks the blaster from Werner's hands and topples them both to the ground. The blaster slides along the stage.
"They’re trying to kill you!" Henri shouts, getting to his feet. The audience laughs at Henri.
Chaos breaks out across the dancehall, people running around and screaming as Werner tries to dash for his gun. His movements trigger a bunch of flashes to go off on stage, and everyone runs around crazily. Chocolat kicks Warner in the head a few times, and manages to kick the gun away. It falls from the stage with a think right at the Duke's feet. He had stood to leave, anger piping from his red hot ears. Hearing the blaster clatter to the aisle behind him he turns. The cast continue to sing out their hearts. The Duke picks up the blaster, holding it out in front of him
The chorus lifts up you and Obi-Wan.
"I WILL LOVE YOU" the sing is hitting it's crescendo.
The Duke rushes to the stage, with the gun pointed at Obi-Wan.
"My way! My way! My way!! My way!" He screams out like a feral beast.
Zidler spins and flicks out his tail hitting the Duke across the face, before he gets there. The Duke falls and the blaster spins away.
The entire cast sing the last words of the song.
"‘TIL MY DYING DAY"
The Duke sits up dejectedly as the curtain falls. The audience gives a standing ovation, applauding wildly. The entire cast is ecstatic, all laughing and congratulating each other. Obi-Wan presses a kiss to your lips, happiness waving off him. Somewhere behind the stage manager calls out.
"Stand by for curtain call! Dancers, positions please!"
Obi-Wan starts to pull you over for curtain call. Stepping away from you just slightly. You can't move, your chest feels like it's on fire, every breath burning your throat. You begin to fall as Obi-Wan looks back to you and he catches you. The smile fades from his face.
"Y/n?"
You begin to cough violently. Henri, Zidler, and other cast members notice what’s happening, their smiles replaced with dread.
"Y/n, what’s the matter?" Obi-Wan asks, holding you in his arms, the coughing eases but you know it isn't a good sign. His knees buckle sending you both to the floor, though he tries to slow your fall.
"What? Darling,darling, what’s the matter? Darling Y/n, what’s the matter?"
Your breathing is raspy and violent, worse than it’s been yet. The noise around him all but silences in his ears. You cough again.
"Gods, Oh my God" Obi-Wan breaths out, Seeing blood dripping from your mouth and touched it with his thumb. Finally Obi-Wan understood his Padawan. The way his mouth ran dry and dripped with spit at the same time. Tears fell freely, staining his face.
"Somebody get some help!" He screamed out.
"Hold the curtain! Fetch the doctor!" Zidler hissed to his stage manager.
You reach up to him, your arm feeling to heavy.
"I’m sorry, Christian…I…I’m…I’m…I’m dying." You say as loud as you can muster your voice. Your lover refuses to believe it.
"Shhh…shhh…it’s all right." He holds on to you. The cast is all watch on, silently.
Every breath hurts you
"I’m so sorry." You whisper.
"No, you’ll be alright. You’ll be alright." Obi-Wan's tears drip onto your face. You wish you could believe him.
"Cold…I’m cold…cold. Hold me." You say to him, hoping his heat would change something. Obi-Wan holds you close to him, he searches the faces around him, afraid of their pained expression. He smiles a little for you.
"I love you." He says so only you can hear.
You smiles back, and can only whisper.
"You’ve got to go on, Ben."
His voice breaks as he speaks.
"Can’t go on without you, though." He attempts to laugh but it comes.out as a sob.
"You’ve got so much to give" You reach up and touch his face as he tries to hold back his tears.
"Don't hide away forev, Ben. The world needs you."
He shakes his head and starts to weep harder.
"No…"
"Yes… Promise me. Promise me. Don't shut yourself off from the force." He gulps realising you knew what he was. "That way, I’ll…I’ll always be with you." He nods to you, pulling you closer to him again.
You take a few soft, gasping breaths, smiling at Obi-Wan as he weeps and kisses you one last time.
As he pulls back, the force tells him as his heart breaks in two. You are dead. He cradles your body as coloured paper still floats around you. There isn't a dry eye amongst the cast. Beyond the curtain the audience continue their applause, unaware of your demise. The Duke boards his ship scowling back at the Bordello.
Days turned into weeks.
Weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my datapad, I sat down, and I wrote our story.
A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people but above all things, a story about love.
A love that will live forever in the heart of a once great Jedi.
My story does not end here, there would be adventures yet to have but my heart stayed forever within the walls of the RED MILL.
The end.
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Windows of the soul you should have knocked the door
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45549865 by Tomicaleto Obi-Wan and Anakin met at the office Halloween party, they flirted, they danced and they had fun. Only problem? They were wearing disguises and now Obi-Wan is on a self-imposed quest to find his mystery man. His only clue? A pair of golden eyes. Words: 4734, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Aayla Secura, Ahsoka Tano, Quinlan Vos Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Office, Romantic Comedy, Argentinean Anakin, they are both idiots your honor read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45549865
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Argentina is the World Cup champion!!
@rexismycopilot was supporting Argentina during the final and was kind enough to let me draw Anakin from her Fifty Shades AU celebrating! Inspired by this ask here, you can see he’s put the whole house in Argentina’s sports gear because that’s the only correct answer on which team to cheer on for :)
I know the story is currently going through an angst arc but since Anakin got his ears pierced, I’m gonna pretend the WC will happen much later than the current story xD
Also, yes, Obi-Wan is holding Anakin’s cat plushie (and it’s wearing a piluso just because I can) and Artoo has been put into an Argentina cat t-shirt
Under the cut is my push to have Argentinean Anakin in FS agenda
So since I know by what we’re told in the fic + some of Rex’s asks that Anakin grew up in an American setting, we can’t have Anakin growing up in Argentina (sadly) BUT consider Argentinean Shmi. By Argentinean law, the offsprings of Argentineans born on other countries can opt to become Argentinean (yeah, it’s that easy. Anakin would be American and Argentinean). I think it would be cute if Anakin decided to opt to have the nationality as a way of feeling closer/honoring Shmi’s memory.
And it doesn’t negate other headcanons that people have been having like Anakin speaking French because he could have learned it like they hc in the asks. I just think Argentinean Anakin is cute and wholesome lol
Rex please feel free to ignore all my silly Arg Anakin in FSAU headcanons but also consider...?
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tomicaleto · 1 year
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SO glad you reblogged that list of duolingo prompts, and only if you want:
maybe 33. “My compliments to your mother!” but, like---hopeless cook obi-wan to anakin?
I'm so happy you sent a prompt! I'm sorry it took me a bit to write but I'm coming to terms that I'm a super slow creator due to several different reasons and such
Anyways, here is the prompt list if anyone wants to send me another prompt
This is a little longer than I expected but we get Argentinean Anakin, golden eyed Anakin and a terrible cook Obi-Wan, with some of his mishaps being inspired by real life events (I was a sleepy child when it happened, okay, you can't judge me) Hope you enjoy!
33. “My compliments to your mother!”
“So, what are we going to eat tonight?” Obi-Wan asked, leaning on the kitchen island and shamelessly staring at Anakin’s ass as he leaned down and took a pan out of the oven. “It smells good!”
Anakin huffed from the heat and closed the oven’s door. “We’re eating empanadas, my mother’s recipe.” He explained, putting the pan on the counter and effortlessly moving the empanadas to a plate, making a neat pile. “If only to avoid you burning the whole floor down with one of your cooking adventures.” Anakin added, turning his head just enough so he could blink at Obi-Wan, making clear the comment was not mean-natured. 
Obi-Wan huffed and rolled his eyes. “Not all of us inherited our mother’s skills in the kitchen.” He complained. “We simply have to make do with what we were given.” 
Anakin finally turned around and put the pile of empanadas in between them, sitting down on the stool on his side of the island and grabbed one empanada, taking a bite as he stared at Obi-Wan with both eyebrows mockingly raised, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. He swallowed quickly and quipped back “multiplying by zero is still zero, Obi-Wan!” 
He huffed and grabbed his own empanada. “I really tried this time.” He pouted, making Anakin laugh, his golden eyes closing as he chuckled. 
“What is that thing that your grandfather says? Do or do not, there is no try.” Anakin emulated the way old Yoda spoke. “I think you should take his advice and, you know, do not.”  
Anakin’s teasing wasn’t enough to stop Obi-Wan, though. And so, the next week he had Anakin sitting in front of him at his own house, his friend staring dubiously at the perfectly cooked gruel Obi-Wan had put in front of him. 
“What is it?” He asked, when Anakin didn’t even hint that he was going to pick the spoon and start eating. 
“Where is the sauce?” Anakin asked, briefly meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes with his own and then glaring back at the plate set in front of him. “Or the cheese?” 
“You know I can’t make sauce without ruining my pan forever.” Obi-Wan shot back. “And I know it’s traditional to make gruel with sauce at your house but I promise I followed the recipe and it tastes good so please give it a try and maybe don’t compare it to how your mother does it?” 
Finally, Anakin grabbed the spoon and picked some gruel on it. His face was neutral at first but then he grimaced and Obi-Wan’s shoulders slumped. “Is it bad?” 
“Eh…” Anakin began, shrugging. “It’s not bad per se,” he continued. “It just tastes like nothing.” 
Obi-Wan huffed, frustrated, and grabbed his own spoon. “Well, you’ll have to tolerate my flavourless gruel because there is nothing else to eat tonight in this house.” 
He pretended he didn’t see Anakin roll his eyes and kept eating. 
It was raining hard when Anakin knocked on the door, curls plastered to his forehead and golden eyes shining with unshed tears. He had an empty plate on his trembling hands and his lower lip was trembling. 
“Jesus, Anakin!” Obi-Wan said, shuffling Anakin inside and letting him dripping on his doormat as he frantically looked for some towels. “What happened?” 
He took the plate from Anakin’s hands and handed him the towel, turning around to give the man some privacy. “Take off your clothes, I’ll make you some tea to warm up.” 
As he heard Anakin shift around, he stared at the plate puzzledly. It wasn’t one of Anakin’s, as far as he was aware and it most certainly wasn’t one of his. It was absolutely tasteless in design. “Feel free to choose any clothes from my closet!” He exclaimed when he heard Anakin stop moving. 
Some minutes later, Anakin was entering the kitchen. He seemed calmer, but still down. “Can you add some milk to it?” Anakin asked, his voice soft. 
“Of course! Go to the living room, I’ll be there soon.” Obi-Wan ordered while opening the fridge without looking. He stared as Anakin dragged his feet towards the couch and poured the milk into the cup. “Do you wanna tell me what’s going on?”
Anakin flattened even more against the couch. “Dooku just broke up with me.” 
Obi-Wan pressed his lips together and remained neutral. He had never liked Dooku, he often seemed pretentious and tended to undermine Anakin’s brilliance in front of other people. 
All that without counting his personal jealousy towards the man for being the one dating Anakin and not appreciating him as he should. 
But now was not the time to celebrate Anakin being free from a frankly terribly toxic relationship but to offer support and comfort. So he put the cup on the low table in front of Anakin and hugged him towards his chest. 
Anakin followed without complaints, continuing on his rant. “He said some shit I can’t remember now and I threw a plate to his face.” Obi-Wan snorted then. “I can’t believe I wasted years on this guy.” He sobbed, and Obi-Wan allowed himself to rub his back. 
They stayed like that for some minutes before Anakin dried his tears with his hands and straightened from where he was slumped against Obi-Wan. “I know it’s my turn to cook but could we order in tonight?” 
“Of course, Anakin,” Obi-Wan answered. “I’ll take care of it.” 
With a little sniff and a nod, Anakin finally leaned forwards and grabbed the cup of tea Obi-Wan had made for him. He closed his eyes and sighed at the warmth coming from the cup before taking a long sip. 
He immediately blanched and spit the whole thing back into the cup, coughing and gagging. He left a curse in Spanish and put the cup back on the table, turning towards Obi-Wan. “What the hell is this?!” He accused. 
“What? It’s just tea, I did it like you always like it.” Obi-Wan exclaimed back, grabbing the cup himself and trying it himself. With great difficulty, he swallowed it as Anakin declared “It tastes like vomit!”
“I don’t understand what happened, I did it exactly as I always do.” Obi-Wan insisted, prompting Anakin to walk towards the kitchen and aggressively open the fridge. 
“Holy shit, Obi-Wan,” He said, as Obi-Wan arrived at the kitchen. “Did you put yogurt in my coffee?”
Obi-Wan paled. “Fuck.” He covered his eyes as Anakin began laughing. “Don’t laugh, I was so worried about you that I must have mixed them up when taking one out of the fridge!”
Anakin continued laughing as he put the yogurt back inside and then hugged Obi-Wan close, letting him hide his face on his chest as Anakin pet his hair. “Thank you, Obi-Wan, at least I’ll remember this day not as the day I got dumped but the day you almost poisoned me with your tea.” 
“You can help me only if you promise to keep to the cutting table part of it.” Anakin pointedly said as Obi-Wan neared the kitchen. He was once again preparing some dish he had learned from his mom for them both to enjoy. 
Since his breakup, Anakin had seemed a bit lighter, like a huge weight had come off his shoulders. He had been spending more time with Obi-Wan, and they had become closer in ways that made Obi-Wan yearn for more, their quick banter turned into what could only be flirting. 
And yet, Anakin seemed to be unaware of what he was doing. Obi-Wan had come to the conclusion that he would need to say something obvious before Anakin realised what was going on.  
Obi-Wan slid into place, the kitchen knife in his hand and a pile of carrots, potatoes and yams next to the cutting table. He started slowly, easing into it as Anakin moved around the kitchen, checking out different pots, glasses filled with varied seasonings and so on. 
“I’m not that bad, you know, I can stir the pot without burning the place down.” He teased Anakin. He got a snort back as Anakin threw him a side smirk. 
“And risk ruining my precious figure with whatever poison you manage to slip in the pot while I’m not looking? This body that my mother gave me?” Anakin shot back, striking a silly pose, leaning against the kitchen wall. 
There it was, an opportunity. Obi-Wan looked Anakin up and down, letting his eyes take his time in each part put on display. The silence turned heavy and charged, Anakin’s cheeks flushing as Obi-Wan finally met his eyes. “My compliments to your mother!” Obi-Wan finally smirked, watching how Anakin’s face turned completely red at his words and he lost his balance. 
He held eye contact as Anakin processed what had just happened. With lips pressed tightly together and golden eyes showing a mix of suspicion and what Obi-Wan thought could be hope, Anakin got closer to him. Obi-Wan wisely put the knife on the cutting table before pushing his hand softly into Anakin’s curls. 
Anakin kept searching for something in Obi-Wan’s eyes, so he kept himself relaxed and open. And then, Anakin looked down, smiling shyly, the way Obi-Wan loved. With gentle hands, he grabbed Obi-Wan’s limp hand hanging at his side and rubbed Obi-Wan’s knuckles. Finally, he looked up again. 
“Maybe I should compliment your mother, Obi-Wan.” 
It prompted a hearty laugh from Obi-Wan before he tugged Anakin closer by his curls and pressed their lips together. He opened Anakin’s lips with his own and licked into his mouth, enjoying how Anakin tried to get closer as they kissed. 
When they separated to catch their breaths, Obi-Wan dragged his beard on Anakin’s cheek, earning himself a gasp before he reached Anakin’s earlobe, dropping a wet kiss on it. 
“Why don’t you put the stew in the fridge and we order some food tonight instead?” 
Anakin’s nod was eager, and it made Obi-Wan chuckle as he leaned in again for another kiss.    
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tomicaleto · 1 year
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I wish you would write a fic where you would use obikin to teach me more about life in Argentina!
Oh! well keep your eyes open anon, because there is at least one fic I'll write this year that will feature argentinean obikin! with not only arg Anakin but arg Obi-Wan as well!!
In the meantime, have you tried reading these fics of mine? They either feature arg Anakin or are implied to be set in Argentina:
Windows of the soul, you should have knocked the door (Argentinean Anakin, complete) Michi, michi, miau (Argentinean Obi-Wan, WIP)
A hundred and one universes, chapter 3 (Argentinean Anakin)
A hundred and one universes, chapter 7 (Argentinean obikin)
Also you can find some actual set in Argentina obikin snippet here and the first hints of Arg Anakin I ever wrote (I think) here!
And just for giggles, here are some doodles of Argentinean Anakin (that sometimes feature Arg Ahsoka and Arg Obi-Wan): 1 - 2 - 3 - 4
:D
I wish you would write a fic where…
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tomicaleto · 2 years
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From the mash-up tropes 😍 the 14 Bodyguard and 47 Not a Date, in the Obikin 🤗
Okay so I was thinking on how I would go about this and here it is
Picture an AU, it doesn't matter if it's canon setting or a modern AU or even another setting all together. You have Padmé Amidala, senator, or queen, or very important politician, say like the third Argentinean female president :) One of her bodyguards is young Anakin Skywalker, recently given that role by the head of security: Gregar Typho. Anakin is a great bodyguard, and Padmé and him get along greatly.
Enter Surinamese president Bail Organa and his own bodyguard Obi-Wan Kenobi. As president Organa visits Argentina to establish some political agreements, their two bodyguards start spending plenty of time together.
Obi-Wan is a terrible flirt and he's taken by the young Argentinean bodyguard, teasing him that all their meetings as their respective presidents discuss and arrange different accords are little dates.
Anakin, while equally interested in Obi-Wan, has been made aware of Obi-Wan's flirty nature and is wary of letting himself be another conquest.
But then one day, as they both find themselves off duty, Obi-Wan asks Anakin to guide him around the city. He promises he won't call it a date so he's greatly surprised when Anakin laughs at him (he's often moody around Obi-Wan) and takes him to his favourite bar and says this can count as a date, making Obi-Wan's heart go 💘💘💘
(I know I focused on the modern AU take, but a canon setting AU would be the same except with Senators and then another setting all together could have Padmé and Bail in other roles but the overall plot be the same)
Thank you for asking!
Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP
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tomicaleto · 2 years
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-Are you working on a new story?
- I started following you because of your amazing obikin stories and I keep following you because I like your thoughts that you share and in general your post here.
- I am currently thinking about food, but I don't know what I should cook.
- you seem very nice and it feels comfortable reading your answers to asks.
-noodles or rice
- what should I eat?
- I don't like olives, but my whole family does so I keep pretending that I like them.
- everytime I see anakin sitting with his red lightsaber, I think about you because of your profile picture
- what are you top 5 Naruto ships?
Anon I'm always working on new stories xD But yes, shortly before getting sick I started a new modern AU (I won't say much about it except that I made Anakin Argentinean in it) but then I got sick and I could only add so many new words before I got tired again.
I'm glad you like my obikin stories! And that my thoughts and posts got you to stay 🥰 I try my best to be kind when answering asks, or funny or you know, a nice person. I'm lucky to always get nice people in my asks :D
You should cook whatever you feel like eating, or whatever is easier to make! If the noodles or rice question is about this, I think noodles take less time to cook :)
You know you don't have to pretend about the olives right? you can simply not eat them or hand them to a family member who will enjoy them more instead of forcing yourself
💙💙red lightsaber Anakin my beloved
My top 5 hmmm
Well, Kakashi/Obito, then Temari/Shikamaru, Tobirama/Kakuzu, Zabuza/Kisame and Kurenai/Rin are some of them, I don't really put my ships in top lists so I can only share the first ones that come to my head lol
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tomicaleto · 3 years
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Have we considered modern AU where Obi-Wan is a stressed fanfic writer and Anakin is the artist he always collabs with that is growing increasingly worried about his boyfriend’s health?  (Also, yes Anakin is Argentinean in this and he drinks mate while drawing)
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tomicaleto · 2 years
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“Yo venía... pisteando como un campeón...... Me siento como un fórmula uno, soy un campeón.”
@softieskywalker me mostró este excelente tiktok y ahora esta es la forma en la que para mí Anakin obtuvo su cicatriz, él venía pisteando como un campeón  
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tomicaleto · 3 years
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Hoy, en mi agenda personal de Anakin argentino tenemos esta cosa inspirada en una imagen que vi en twitter y me hizo reír muchísimo.  Contexto: Ahsoka está pasando las vacaciones de invierno con su padrino, Obi-Wan. Su amigo, Anakin, está muy quemado por el fin del cuatrimestre y a veces flashea. Obi-Wan tiene alta crush (es mutuo pero ninguno se da cuenta) 
Abajo la imagen que me tentó 
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Happy July 15th!!
This day, back on 2010, Argentina apporved the equal marriage law! Since I’ve been talking a lot about Argentine AUs for obikin, have some wedding for them! 
I couldn’t decide when they would marry so you get a day wedding and a night wedding! 💙🤍💙
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tomicaleto · 3 years
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Ahsoka invites Anakin to have dinner with her and Obi-Wan for the 9th of July. Anakin brings homemade locro and is wearing a poncho he inherited from Shmi and him and Obi-Wan spend several minutes making bedroom eyes to each other without realising. Ahsoka has been making Instagram stories about it all night long 
(pls appreciate Ahsoka’s ceiba flower earrings) 
Happy Independence Day! 💙🤍💙
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[commissions open]
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tomicaleto · 3 years
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“Y SI ME TOMO UNA CERVEZA, VUELVES A MI CABEZA Y EMPIEZO A RECORDARTE!!!”
Or Ahsoka loves staying with her godfather Obi-Wan during weekends because the neighbour he has a crush on loves to sing with whatever she puts on speakers to the top of his lungs while walking past Obi-Wan’s door
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Or the Argentine Modern AU where Obi-Wan has a crush on his building’s neighbour but doesn’t have the nerve to flirt with him and Ahsoka saves the day by playing with Anakin’s need to go out for a party.  (This is shamelessly self-indulgent lol)
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tomicaleto · 3 years
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Necochea’s beaches can get quite windy even on beautiful days. Little Leia is not really fond of being hit by sand and despite not liking sand himself, Anakin will sacrifice himself to shelter her from it. 
(more Argentinean Anakin AUs, now with baby Leia!) ((this was a doodle I drew during a windy day at the beach lol))
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Argentinean Obikin are both River Plate’s fans. No, I don’t take criticism. 
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