#obi: I WASN’T INVITED TO THE WEDDING

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Resubmitting because my WiFi weirded out when I was posting.

Jean convinces Diluc to dump you for her, because you are, in her own words, 'Not noble enough'.

With nothing holding you back in Mondstadt, you return to Inazuma to take up your Clan duties.

Less than a year later, you receive Diluc and Jean's wedding invite and you attend with Ayato as your plus-one.

At the reception, Eula instantly recognizes your Clan crest on your obi belt.

Jean proceeds to mock you as she makes her rounds to greet her wedding guest and Eula defends you, stating that your Clan is the overseer of the Tri-Commission *and* the First Clan of Inazuma, out-ranked only by the Raidan Shogun and Yae Miko. And you are its Clan Head.

Diluc ♡⊹˚ Not Enough (SFW)

fem. reader (3rd person) ; angst. cw for jealousy, heartbreak. Implied Ayato x reader.

4k words.

notes. Alright I am back with a bag of piping hot telenovela drama! I had a lot of fun writing this, even if I fear my Jean and my Diluc turned out a little ooc? Oh and Ayato is a petty menace. Well, suffice to say I took some liberty with this one- I hope we can just slide past through it and I’ll get better at their portrayals  eventually <3. Enjoy!✧˖°

The tranquility of Mondstadt, accompanied by the welcomed breezes it brought daily, was enough for anyone to fall in love with the country. The land of the Anemo Archon was blessed with peace, as well as a beauty to behold as its people were one of the most welcoming [F/N] had ever come across. It had been enough to compel her to stay a little longer when she’d begun traveling around Teyvat, with it bringing something more that urged her to remain there.

Diluc Ragnvindr, an otherwise very well known bachelor of Mondstadt, had certainly caught her eye. The feeling seemed to have been mutual, for [F/N]’s appearance and Inazuman style of clothing definitely stood out amongst the usual crowd. It had begun friendly enough, the winery tycoon seeking information regarding the Inazuman palette when it came to alcoholic beverages. Of course, as a businessman Diluc had plans of expanding to other nations, with  or without vision hunt decrees meddling in the middle. During that time, [F/N] had remained in Mondstadt, visibly stressed with the fate of her country. Thankfully, she had a friendly shoulder to rely on on the same wealthy bachelor. It turned out Diluc wasn’t all appearances, his very being burning with a gentleness that was enough to swoon the young woman off her feet. 

[F/N] was far from her family during said time, and exchanging letters was difficult. She’d never been exactly too open when it came to them, yet no one wished to pry. With the borders closed, she had next to no possibility of returning without possibly being detained, regardless of status. War reeked with personal vendettas after all, and to someone of high status as herself, many would indeed covet to take what was hers amidst the chaos. Unbeknownst to her, it had been these early signs of trouble that had helped her in convincing her father of letting her seek out the world whilst she could, sending his only daughter off to the land of the free before she too were to be caged down by duties and unfortunate circumstances.

Homesickness was terrible, but thankfully she had Diluc to aid her. Together they’d spend time together, whether that was in Angel’s Share as the bustling tavern closed its doors for the night, or whenever he offered her to have a tranquil walk through the Dawn Winery. His estate had quickly become one of her favorites, the scenery and the sound of the rustling leaves bringing an inner peace strong enough to temporarily wash away her worries. With the more time they spent together, they found more in common that they had, including dreams, plans for the future, even hobbies. It wouldn’t be difficult to find the pair reading by the fireplace, or even discussing various topics while enjoying a game of chess, hence many murmurs of Diluc’s sweetheart beginning to circle throughout Mondstadt. 

Still, he was a traditional man when it came to such affairs. Diluc was one to take things slowly, yet it was more than noticeable the way he held her hand gently, the way he’d open doors whenever they arrived somewhere, the way his hand would linger on her lower back as they walked through the streets. It wasn’t as though they were official yet, but to [F/N], it was more than apparent she was being courted. And truth be told, her heart couldn’t leap any higher.  Sadly, her expectations would come crashing to the ground, coincidentally just as the climax of the vision hunt decree took place miles away in Inazuma. 

Diluc had grown hesitant, a little distant even. He was a man to remain firm in his beliefs, yet with the right approach and from the right people, even the most determined man could falter. He’d told [F/N] of stories of his childhood, of happier times when his father was around, of times he and Kaeya got along well. Of times he had friends over at the winery, when his mind would only be preoccupied with fantasies he’d construct with his friends at the height of their innocence. [F/N] had listened to him happily, content with the idea of him having a good childhood, of having good friends. Good friends such as Jean Gunnhildr. [F/N] had noticed the way her glance would sparkle at him, yet they were only friends he’d reassured her, and it would’ve definitely seemed as such before it no longer did. The young lady wasn’t ignorant; the way Jean eyed Diluc paralleled the way she did as well, yet she had confidence in the chance she had with him until he’d taken the first step backwards.

He’d been calm, gentle with her upon shooting her down. His heart was murky, he had too many responsibilities. He had a lot to take care of between his tavern and his winery, as well as other responsibilities she wasn’t aware of. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to commit, and he was most sorry for leading her on. [F/N]’s heart broke with the way she was shot down, yet she gracefully smiled still, thanking him for his honesty. Even though she was the one being rejected, the woman placed a friendly hand on his arm, ensuring there were no harsh feelings, as well as wishing him the very best. Wishing that he soon find himself, reassuring that she would always support him. The urge to cry was strong, more so with the way his often gentle gaze shifted away from her. Yet, [F/N] persevered, pushing back any theories her mind crafted as the man she’d grown to love was swept away from her fingers. 

A gut feeling whispered to her that Jean had been the instigator, yet with no concrete proof, [F/N] was left out in the rain as Mondstadt grew less and less picturesque. The winery didn’t feel welcoming anymore, the once bustling streets of the main city were now noisy instead of charming. The mere sight of the crest of the knights of Favonius irked her, for it reminded her of the woman she knew was the reason Diluc had grown distant. In all her years of education back in Inazuma, [F/N] had grown to know when a rival struck through the shadows. She’d grown to realize the subtle signs, yet she’d held on faith for her beloved’s friend. It had proved futile, and now, bitterness replaced the fondness she’d held for the city of freedom. 

[F/N] held a letter that had finally reached her from her home country, bags being packed by the few escorts that had arrived to retrieve her. She’d arranged for them to only move at night, lest she wished to have unwanted attention on her as well as the Inazuman samurai her bedridden father had sent for her. Her duties ripped her out of her wishes to remain in Mondstadt, reality beckoning her back as her dreams were left behind with a broken heart, swept by the breeze. 

Ironically enough, Kaeya, of all people, had been the only one to notice her that night. There was the faint scent of wine on him, yet he was still sober enough to have a coherent speech. He’d waited for her by the city walls, a small expression of regret as he inquired if she really had to go. The relationship between the brothers was brittle to say the least, yet Kaeya would’ve been a fool to deny how Diluc seemed happy with her. How he liked seeing his brother happy. The Cavalry Captain voiced his wish for her to stay, explaining how he enjoyed her company, how Mondstadt did. It stung [F/N], yet with a sad smile, she told him she couldn’t stay even if she wished to. And without explaining further as to why she had to leave, Kaeya suddenly let out with a bitter chuckle.

“Is it because Jean sees you as not noble enough? I can assure you [F/N], no one here really cares for such superficial reasoning.”

It had struck a chord in her, for her suspicions were confirmed. All of this heartbreak had stemmed because [F/N], no matter how hard she tried, would never be one of them, the children of the wind. She was from the land of lightning, and apparently to some, appreciating and learning of their history wasn’t as good enough as being directly related to it. Her hands grasped her coat tightly, and with a curt response of how it was due to other things, she’d thanked Kaeya for everything before leaving the city in the middle of the darkness.

The voyage back to Inazuma had been long, but even more so bittersweet. She’d just arrived in time to say a final goodbye to her father, too sick to even get up from his bed as he held her hand one last time. He could see the heartbreak in her eyes, yet he was too weak to inquire on who was the monster to hurt his beloved daughter. All he could say was that the future of their clan lay now on her hands, the pressure nearly suffocating her. Amidst the conflict with the vision hunt decree, her eldest brother, who’d sided with the rebellion in secret, had been murdered, his drink poisoned. And even as justice had been served, life needed to move on, leaving the seat of Clan Head now to her. 

Days in Inazuma were vinegary. Her homecoming had been filled with heartache, having lost her brother, and soon after her father as well. Days, weeks, months, they all passed in a blur, [F/N] focusing on the heavy task of overseeing the tri-commissions as she donned her clan’s crest with pride. 

Not noble enough, it kept repeating inside her head every day, every time she put her obi on. The young woman hated to admit it, but the pettiness of it all had become her drive, fueling her as she surpassed her father in more aspects than one. In a short amount of time, she’d proved herself as a worthy ruler of her clan, an iron fist masked with elegance and grace as her name grew more and more respected by all the other clans. 

Despite her secluded life filled with responsibility, as well as her still distrusting heart, [F/N] allowed very few people in. She could count her friendly acquaintances with solely one hand, but amongst them were the Kamisato siblings. Businesses aside, they were able to lay down their crests for an afternoon every once in a while, enjoying each other’s company over finely brewed tea as they watched the sunset together, recounting stories to one another as time flew by during such leisure moments.

It had been during one such rare occasion, that [F/N] found herself enjoying tea with Kamisato Ayato, his sister busy with her own set of duties whilst the Commissioner took a much needed break. His trained eye could see how she was tense, eyes lowered as they remained narrowed with a bitterness he’d known all too well. Gently, he’d inquired if all was well, and with a quick glance, [F/N] debated if she should burden the already busy head of the Yashiro Commission with her petty bickering.

“You should know by now that I’m not one to ask things out of courtesy, [F/N].” Ayato had calmly stated, an enigmatic smile dancing on his lips as she took a sip of her tea. “I’m genuinely inquiring about your well-being, for I do in fact care. So please, if something is troubling you, do not hesitate to say.” 

And with a heavy sigh, the woman placed her cup down, before finally coming clean. From her large sleeve she revealed to him a sealed letter, one with a wax stamp of nothing more than the Ragnvindr clan displayed on it.

“It seems one of my acquaintances back in Mondstadt is about to get married, and has decided to invite me to his wedding.” Ayato hid his grin of amusement with the way she spat the word acquaintance with such distaste. It was enough for him to have an inkling of what could’ve transpired during her stay in the land of the Anemo Archon. “I suppose it’s his way of voicing his wish of letting bygones be bygones, but I cannot help but taste the sweet irony of it all.”

“Oh? Has he, perchance, hurt you deeply?” He’d inquired, watching as she lowly nodded her head.

“I was under the assumption he’d been courting me,” [F/N] revealed to her friend, remembering the way her heart clenched upon first reading its contents. The fact he was marrying after such little time apart, and to Jean no less, still filled her broken heart with such indescribable bitterness. “But then… Nevermind. I was needed to return, regardless. One way or another, it would’ve ended in tragedy.”

“My deepest condolences.” Ayato spoke softly, his hand gently resting atop hers before holding it cordially. “Do you intend on skipping the wedding? Just know there is no shame in doing what’s best for you.”

“I’ve thought about it.” She sighed, holding his hand back with a thankful squeeze. “Yet, I can’t bring myself to shut him off entirely either. He was, after all, someone who had helped me a lot during my stay in Mondstadt.”

“Ah yes, the heart is a most complex little thing…” Ayato breathed out, a faint smile on his face as he offered her an understanding glance. “When is it taking place?”

“In about three months.” [F/N] had nearly sulked, still glaring at the letter as if her sheer glance could burn the whole thing. Ayato had simply nodded, before insisting she take a little longer to reflect on what would be best for her.

In truth, Ayato decided to free up his schedule for three months into the future. Not only could he be a little petty when it came to his own allies, he truly did care for the well-being of his friend. In all honesty, perhaps it was best he didn’t know the full details of how she’d been shot down, lest he make an even bigger, yet still elegant, ruckus. In the end, he’d offered his company were she to decide on going to the celebration, and against all odds, [F/N] had accepted. With Ayato by her side, the young woman felt a sudden surge of confidence. Perhaps it was the idea of her being accompanied by a kind, and well accomplished man, that had her feeling that way.

And with her confirmation letter being sent with the intent on bringing a plus one, time was the only thing between [F/N] and her return to Mondstadt. Diluc was surprised she’d accepted, but he couldn’t deny he was happy. In all honesty, he truly wished for them to start over, for her friendship was deeply valued to the man. Jean on the other hand, was a little flabbergasted she’d accepted. To her, it had solely been a courtesy to send an invite, yet she’d be lying if she hadn’t predicted her decline of attending their wedding. Despite the slight disappointment, the Lionfang Knight was already stressed as it was; perhaps it would be best to just ignore it, and prepare for their big day as best as she could. 

The day for their voyage had arrived, and true to his word, Ayato accompanied her on their ship. Everything had been prepared, their duties being fulfilled by others for the duration of their trip. It was a much needed breath of fresh air, a small vacation he’d joked, smiling with eloquence even when he wasn’t one to enjoy large group gatherings. He’d insisted that he and [F/N] both dress in their finest clothing, for they were representing their Clans on foreign lands, and by extension, representing Her Excellency as well. Their crests displayed proudly on their clothing, made of the finest silks and brightest tones, arms linking together as [F/N] held her fan to her lips as they finally disembarked at the docks. 

Ayato had surely made a statement with the entire entourage he’d organized for the two of them, it almost seemed as though he indeed knew of what had been the reason given for their breakup. Then again, [F/N] thought, perhaps he did know. Ayato was a man of many means after all, who was to say he hadn’t read her bitterness like an open book? The way [F/N] looked at him smiling in that knowing way of his didn’t help her case, either… Well, it was too late to go back, anyway.

The way they’d arrived on Mondstadt had certainly caused an uproar, citizens watching in curiosity as the samurai escorted them to the hotel where they would stay until the day of the festivities. Most of the Knights of Favonius were busy as per usual, away from their arrival save for the guards stationed at the city gates who had warmly welcomed them upon confirming their identities and the purpose of their visit. Gossip was quick to follow, yet Ayato paid no mind, calmly chatting away with [F/N] as they were led to their rooms.

News of wealthy guests from the east reached the couple’s ears, yet neither Diluc nor Jean paid much mind. After all, Diluc had many wealthy acquaintances, most of them stemming from his businesses within the wine industry. All he cared for was to ensure all their confirmed guests had indeed arrived, including [F/N]. And upon being told she had in fact, he only nodded his head, not inquiring any further. Him and his bride were much too busy making the final preparations after all, and unbeknownst to him, Kaeya only watched in the background, an amused grin on his face as he patiently waited for the big show.

The bells rang with vigor on the big day, [F/N] jolting inside her room as she wasn’t exactly used to the way their Church would announce anything so loudly. Ayato had already finished preparing, smiling her way before offering his help in adjusting her obi. 

“You look positively beautiful.” He’d stated in a matter-of-fact tone, watching as she smiled at him with an honest, thankful gleam. “Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” She had sighed, nodding her head as she inwardly psyched herself up to go forth with the day. And without much issue, the pair left their hotel and made haste for the sight of the ceremony. 

Amidst the sea of guests, their presence had gone mostly unnoticed. It was best as such, [F/N] gazing ahead as she watched the man who she’d once thought would be the one marry another woman. Her heart still clenched slightly at the reality, yet Ayato’s presence helped her in grounding herself as she took a deeper breath. Her arm remained around his, admiring how beautiful they looked, how happy they gazed at one another. Even if Jean forever held a deep stain in her eyes, she couldn’t deny how radiant and gorgeous she looked in her wedding gown. The warm glow of the church veiled around them in a romantic manner, the union finally being tied as the main ceremony came to a close. For the first time in a while, [F/N] found herself smiling at the sight of Diluc with another. Perhaps, she thought, she would eventually get through this. Even if it still hurt, even if she still thought back on how she hadn’t been enough. 

Customs between Mondstadt’s weddings and Inazuma’s weddings differed, yet she and Ayato found themselves easily following along as everyone moved on to the reception. It was during this time that the guests began conversing more freely with one another, finally having a look around as they noted who had come to support the happy couple, who had come with whom. It was during this time that [F/N] could feel eyes on her, glances of surprise to herself and her partner being shared as she commented on how the food was delightful with Ayato. 

“Is that… [F/N]?” Eula had commented with Kaeya, who had nodded his head with an amused grin on his face. Despite the elaborate way she dressed when in comparison with the way she did when she had stayed in Mondstadt, nothing could escape her eye as a noble herself. “She looks radiant. And the man beside her…”

[F/N]’s voice could be heard not far, Ayato relishing in the way his comment had brought a laugh out of her. He patted himself on his back for having gotten the willpower to deal with such a packed event, for the way his friend seemed more relaxed had been more than worth it in his eyes. They kept on chatting together, a select few female acquaintances of [F/N]’s joining them as they soon found more company to converse with.

“[F/N]! It’s been so long… How have you been?” 

“You look amazing, [F/N]! I heard you’ve returned to Inazuma suddenly, is everything alright?”

“Who’s your friend there, [F/N]?” Followed with a knowing wink, causing the woman to blush before denying their accusations any further. 

Despite everything, the attention directed to a corner of their reception definitely wasn’t unnoticed by the happy couple, more so by the bride as her violet eyes gazed around. Jean found herself surprised upon landing her eyes on [F/N]’s face, recognizing her rather quickly despite the intricate ornaments she wore on her hair and the delicate makeup. She looked stunning, she thought, before stopping herself and clearing her throat. 

Her wandering gaze hadn’t gone unnoticed by Diluc, whose eyes followed before landing on [F/N] as well. It took him a moment to register who it was, and when it did, his shifting expression caused a stir of emotions deep within his bride.

“[F/N]?...” He’d muttered, Jean squeezing his hand lightly to return his attention to her.

“Come Diluc, we have to thank everyone for coming.” She’d hastily led him to the table where the rest of the Knights dined, all raising glasses of champagne and wine as the couple approached them. 

“Ah, Diluc, Jean! The ceremony was wonderful,” Lisa had smiled their way, a giggle following. “I nearly teared up at the vows. Goodness, weddings always make me so emotional.”

“The food is also delectable.” Kaeya grinned, his glass rising slightly above the others as he gave his brother a nod. “Congratulations to the both of you.”

“Congratulations! May your years be blessed with happiness and good fortune!” Amber smiled brightly.

“Yes, congratulations.” Eula complemented, smiling softly as Diluc held Jean close.

“Thank you everyone for coming. It is an honor to share such an important day with you all.” Diluc said with the utmost sincerity, smiling softly as Jean rested her hand on his chest.

“It’s a great pleasure.” Eula’s gaze narrowed as she could sense an unnecessary comment bubbling within Kaeya’s chest. The way he grinned spelled trouble, and just as she predicted so, the man swirled his glass of wine before he continued. “Of course, we wouldn’t miss your wedding for nothing! But perhaps it’s to those who’ve come from the furthest you should extend your greatest gratitudes.”

“Of course, we intend on thanking everyone as we go around every table.” Jean huffed with a small smile, still not following where he was headed. She rested a hand on her hip as she raised an eyebrow softly, Diluc too eyeing his brother as if expecting more.

“Oh, that’s great! I was beginning to think you were rounding around [F/N]’s table on purpose. But then again, you must still be thinking about how to properly thank her, no?”

“Kaeya!” Amber sighed, shaking her head as the mood slightly shifted around the table. The man simply shrugged, sipping on his wine before sighing with content over the wonderful undertones, as he explained. 

“Ah, Diluc! Congratulations, you lucky bastard!” Varka’s voice roared across the reception hall, hands plopping down on his shoulders as he laughed loudly. Diluc could only remain awkward as he quietly thanked him, the Grand Master practically whisking him away as he further congratulated him and gave him lessons on how to ensure his wife’s happiness.

“Honestly, I was surprised to know she’d be coming.” Jean watched her husband not stray too far, finally letting out a small sigh and folding her arms across her chest. “I’m still not quite sure how we’re going to address this, as her presence seems… Rather ill-intended.”

“Oh?” Kaeya’s gaze turned to her from the corner of his eyes, finding her choice of words amusing as he let her ramble on. 

“Diluc had voiced his wish of inviting her, and thinking it was just a formality I decided to agree with it. But for her to actually accept and show up seems bitter.” It was clear the stress was racing to her head, the table listening awkwardly as she rambled on. “While I understand it still must hurt given the circumstances, we would’ve hoped she would’ve let bygones be bygones. I simply find her actions to lack in-”

“Nobility?” Eula scoffed quietly, eyebrow raising quietly before watching Jean hesitate if she agreed with her or not. It was her turn to cross her arms, speaking directly to her. “I find it quite the opposite. I think that accepting and coming by to show her support shows just how noble she is. After all, for the head of her clan to not show up would’ve been scandalous. Do you know what kind of rumors that would start up, Jean?”

“Wait- Did you just say head of her clan?” Amber repeated, her eyes widening as Eula nodded her head.

“Yes. Haven’t you all realized? Look, notice [F/N]’s obi.” The group found themselves rather indiscreetly gazing towards [F/N]’s table, the crest displayed with pride as she enjoyed Ayato’s company. “It’s the crest of the first clan of Inazuma, otherwise known as the overseer of the Tri-Commissions of the nation. Basically, it’s the oldest still standing clan of the nation, only surpassed by the Archon herself and their Guji.” 

The table slowly digested the information, Eula proving yet again just how well educated she was not only to what concerned Mondstadt, but aristocracy of other nations as well. Her legs remained crossed as she finished explaining herself, leg bouncing lightly as she battled with herself to remain cordial despite not having quite liked her friend’s statement. Even if Jean was overly stressed, or their situation with [F/N] hadn’t been ideal, it had most definitely been an unnecessary comment. 

“Besides, the man next to her is none other than the head of the Yashiro Commission. Their Commission has many duties, including overseeing ceremonies and rituals that do include weddings. So, her choice of companion can most definitely be seen as yet another layer to her virtuous acceptance of your invitation.”

Kaeya found himself grinning unabashedly at the way Jean glanced away, clearly embarrassed with the outcome of the situation. She still held her arms crossed around her chest in a defensive manner, the Cavalry Captain thinking it would just be best if she left to avoid any further hits to her pride. For the first time in a while, he found himself agreeing fully with Eula, letting her take the reins of the situation as Jean’s ego was put in place. Sure, Kaeya liked Jean. Yet still, he couldn’t deny he thought [F/N] would’ve been a better match for Diluc. Call him petty, but he was enjoying the situation. 

“Sorry about that,” Diluc sighed as he returned to their side, his hand resting on Jean’s waist as he gazed around the table. “Erhm, everything alright? You all look, how should I put it…”

“Nothing to worry about.” His brother grinned, waving his hand dismissively as everyone began eating their food. “You go and thank everyone for coming by, yeah? Enjoy yourselves, after all it’s your wedding day!”

Despite the confusion with his sudden upbeat tone, Diluc simply nodded, leading his bride to continue on going through table to table. Needless to say, now that it was he who took the lead, they soon found themselves at [F/N]’s table, the man surprised to see her so intricately dressed and in the presence of someone of such stature.

Nonetheless, and despite the sudden lump of awkwardness that lodged itself in his throat, Diluc took his time to properly thank them for coming, [F/N] simply gazing at them and replying it was their pleasure. Ayato was the one to take charge in their response, smiling cordially as he basked in the way his bride seemed to avert her gaze from them. If looks could diminish someone’s presence, Jean would’ve been long gone, reduced to atoms. And Ayato would’ve been lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it, holding [F/N]’s hand with such delicacy as if they were more than friends.

And as they left, he carefully leaned over her ear, watching as she met him halfway to hear what he had to say.

“Well, that was amusing. Perhaps next year we should invite them to our wedding. A fun retaliation, no?”

“W-What?”

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Sliding in juuuust a little late (again - we’re 2 for 2!), I got some Rex/Obi for y’all for @rexobiweek!

I had at least two other ideas there were absolutely not working, and of course a chat with @dogmatix this evening meant she sparked a whole NEW plunnie.

Several hours and 2k odd words later, here we are.

Whoops?

This’ll go up on AO3 tomorrow. Fic beneath the cut!

Love Like the Tide - rated PG, modern AU, mermaid shenanigans, and mention of era-appropriate homophobia (and Jango’s spectacular parenting). Non-linear story-telling

using prompts of: Summer was almost over and they hadn't yet finished what they had intended to do; Skinny dipping; Sailor Knot Bracelets; lemonade; strawberries; sunflowers; Meteor Shower; Summer Fling; Wedding Invitation; Midnight Picnic

Obi-Wan’s always had a fondness for the little cave system at the furthest edges of the shoal’s territory. It’s dark and a little creepy, but generations of his people and humans have wandered through there, finding and leaving trinkets of various sorts. There’s some kind of camp on the human side of the caves, because during the warmest months there’s intermittent swarms of children of various ages clamoring around the beach at the oddest times.

And lots of teens making out in the caves. That was less than fun to realize, aside from – well. It was annoying.

Thankfully, it’s the last week of that camping nonsense, so Obi-Wan is looking forward to the autumnal quiet. And with the tide rolling in, it’s a good excuse to take a look at the caves. The easiest entrances are all underwater, but there’s a few of the larger ones that need high-tide to get to.

He swims off for them with the resolute determination that he’s just going for curiosity's sake. Nothing more.

***

As a teenager himself – not that his kind tended to think of that as an age group, but they had enough exposure through friends and allies that they understood the concept – Obi-Wan had been far too curious for his own good. He liked swimming too close to the humans, darting up the stream to their swimming hole to watch campers in their adorably awkward best to learn to swim.

(Adorable, and a bit laughable with all those legs and the splashing and no economy of motion whatsoever.)

He stuck too close to the shores, darting under the docks as they sprawled above him, sharing the strawberries they’d picked in some group activity.

(The ones they’d dropped in the water, by accident or teasing design – of course he’d snagged and eaten a number of them, and oh, he’d never tasted the like. He wasn’t one of the adults who dared to trade with the tiny handful of humans the shoal could trust, and he had no relatives of note who could vie for exotic goods. The memory of that strange sweetness had lingered with him for weeks.)

But he’d learned the price of curiosity, thanked the tides that it hadn’t been too cruel, and then he’d worked hard to keep his head down and out of trouble.

Mostly.

***

It’s easy to find the mouth of the caves, to slip inside and up, until his head breaks the surface and his gills eject water for air. His eyes are made for the deeps, so the cave itself is plenty bright. Smooth rock in delightful shapes, the erratic air-tide breeze trying to tug at his still dripping hair – Obi-Wan can admit in the privacy of his own mind that he always loves those first moments inside the rock hollows.

He lets the sway of the water carry him further in, and distantly he can make out the scent of smoke, the sound of laughter and human music. Someone mentioned there was some kind of party forming up the beach, but that’s far enough away he easily ignores it. He focuses instead on the wide, sloped ledge that at lower tides provides slippery access to the ground outside, and is just level enough that too ridiculously many picnics are held here.

It’s empty tonight, though Obi-Wan thinks he could easily hoist himself up, look out and see stars.

***

The stars had been brilliant that night, that third year in a row. He’d been just past his gawky phase, finally growing into his tail and limbs and feeling himself, watching the stars and feeling delightfully at peace with the world. His lips had still tingled, he could still taste strawberries and lemonade as drying salt prickled along his skin. Only his fins dipped into the water, and he’d known he’d have to return soon, but not yet.

They had time, yet.

(They hadn’t. There’d been startled voices, those teenagers who’d wanted to be necking only to be disappointed that the cave had been already occupied. Obi-Wan had slipped into the water almost in time – enough that he’d been presumed to be a human running away, not a mer swimming desperately for cover.

There’d been yelling. Awful words, fighting. Then angry human adults with flashlights and his own punishments when he’d fled right into the shoal’s adults who’d wanted to know what all the odd fuss was.

The memory of the reprimands that followed, the punishment detail of all the minor, boring drudge work – those were far less sweet.)

***

Obi-Wan shoves away from the ledge and the memories, moving further inside with purpose. He doesn’t stop at the large pool, instead squaring his shoulders and not glancing up at the wide walkway to his left. It’s empty, and there’s no reason to linger.

***

They often lingered together in the pool, tangled together. Obi-Wan’s gangly tail twining with Rex’s long silly legs, both working so hard to keep upright and not laugh – even giggling echoed so much in this area. The tunnels could carry that sound up, towards the humans, or out to the sea and across the waves where the shoal might notice. Of course, all it would take was one of them whispering an incredulous ‘skinny-dipping?’ to set them both off again. Obi-Wan just thought it sounded funny, and Rex would get an adorable flush up his neck as he’d glance over at the clothes he’d left on the stone.

(There’d been something lovely about it, the intimacy of nothing between them but the matching wristbands Rex had made them. Not that Obi-Wan would dare say, or could have imagined articulating.

Some dark nights, now years later, Obi-Wan wishes he had known how to craft those words.)

***

The very end of the cave opens to the sky – it’s a small, craggy opening, partially covered by grass, but Obi-Wan can glimpse the very edge of the moon and the tiny streaks of a meteor shower. The walkway ends in a shallow bowl, and humans are often silly and leave all sorts of trinkets there.

(At the end of that first, strange summer he swam in to find a bunch of sunflowers there, huge and bright as Rex’s hair. Obi-Wan hadn’t known what to do but laugh in astonishment, delighting in the strange, ridiculous gift.)

Tonight, there’s a man sprawled out there on his stomach, face turned away so all he can see is the short, bright blond.

That’s far more silly than Obi-Wan expected.

He’s honestly not sure he isn’t hallucinating.

He swims up to the edge of the bowl, peeking in. Full adult, and fully asleep as far as he can tell. Well-muscled, but lean, with dark skin. His dark pants are that weird length that’s too long for shorts, too short for actual pants, and his shirt’s sleeves are the same silly two-thirds length, giving him a bit of a formal air.

The thing that sets Obi-Wan’s heart racing though is three old, grimy bracelets held in the man’s hand, faded blue and once-white cords braided around each other. Three summers worth of bracelets, woven by those self-same hands if somehow, impossibly, he’s not hallucinating.

He tries to say a name, but it’s been over a dozen summers since he spoke a human tongue. A squeaky whistle comes out instead, and he has to clear his throat.

But that is enough, and Obi-Wan isn’t sure if he’s thrilled or terrified about that. The man’s head turns, and it’s Rex who faces him, older and with lovely strong lines to his face; delightful cheekbones; and that tender, sweet little smile on his lips. “Hi,” Rex whispers, then awareness clears his eyes and he jerks upright. “Oh holy shit, please don’t be a dream!”

Obi-Wan clears his throat again, a confused blush starting to burn its way up his cheeks. “Ah, hello there?” he tries, too confused to figure out which of a dozen questions he wants to ask.

Rex sits back, incredulity and stunned delight washing over his face. “It is you,” he breathes, then he grins. Obi-Wan isn’t sure, but he thinks Rex might also be starting to cry. “The beard is different. It suits you.”

“Thanks.” Obi-Wan resettles against the rock, and he can’t stop from reaching out to trace some faded scars along Rex’s chin and cheek. “These – they healed well.”

(He has faint stubble now, rough little hairs along his jaw. It’s hard, to pull his hand back instead of trying to find out what else feels different.)

He can’t read the human’s expression as Rex just looks at him, then he looks away, swiping a hand across his eyes. “You saw that.” As if Obi-Wan could forget any little detail of the last time he saw Rex, saw him brawling with the larger, older boy who’d called him terrible names.

(There’d been a sharp-edged ring cutting the bloody line across Rex’s cheek; his chin had smashed into the ground after another ugly punch. The tides had washed away the blood, for all that Obi-Wan sometimes still sees it in the shadows.)

“Yes.” He doesn’t know how to articulate all that, to compress years of grief and regret down into words, especially not human words. “I understand why you didn’t come back.”

Rex shakes his head, making a huff of noise that might be a laugh, or a scoff. “Session was over, but – no. My dad was the only one who was upset about the kissing a boy thing instead of the out after curfew thing.” He glances over and quirks a grin – that sly look inviting Obi-Wan in on a joke. “Then he thought it was a smart idea to send the queer kid off to military school. Full of only boys.”

He has many questions, but that’s for later. He has enough context to figure out the important bits. “Was it bad?”

From the distant expression, it wasn’t great. Rex shrugs. “Could’ve been worse. I could’ve been stuck around Dad more.” He shakes his head, and levels an intense look at Obi-Wan. “You got away okay though, right?”

It’s his turn to glance away uncomfortably. “Some of the elders – I swam into them on the way back. They were...not impressed. As you said: it could’ve been worse. Could have been humans.”

Rex’s eyes cut sharply away. Within moments the silence is unbearable. “What are you doing here?” Obi-Wan blurts out. Rex still won’t look at him, but he grins a little.

“A friend of mine is getting married this weekend. I mean, the ceremony was earlier, but they’re partying now. Anakin knows I’m not into parties, so no one will be looking for me. Honestly, the real miracle is that his wife convinced him that a beach wedding would be a good idea. He hates sand. So much.”

Obi-Wan reaches out, placing his hands over Rex’s – over the cut bracelets still in his hands. “Why?” he asks, cutting through the nervous babel.

(He fell in love with this boy, and he was stunned each time Rex returned with the summer. From that bizarre moment in the first summer, when a human had seen him and innocuously asked if Obi-Wan could help him fasten this bracelet, and oh hey, would he like one too?

He had, and he did. They’d cut them at the summer’s end, together, and traded the worn remains with each other.

Well. Not the last one, but he’d cherished it anyways.)

Rex frees one of his hands, reaches out to cup Obi-Wan’s cheek much as he’d done earlier, though there are no scars there to trace. “I didn’t get to say goodbye,” he whispers, searching for something in Obi-Wan’s eyes. “I didn’t want...that to be the end of it.”

It takes all of his courage to ask, “What if I didn’t want it to end?”

Rex’s face blossoms into the beautiful, crooked smile. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, already leaning in close.

It’s habit as old as their friendship: “I don’t know, can you?”

Rex beams and pecks him on the lips. “Signs point to yes.”

“Then you may kiss me.”

Rex leans in and takes his time, sweet and deep and with the kind of fervor Obi-Wan thought he’d imagined. He idly wonders if Rex came supplied with cord to make new bracelets (almost certainly), and how long he’ll be able to stay (with summer almost over, who knows?). Yet he can feel the certainty growing that if neither of them wanted things to end – like that, or otherwise – then they have good odds of making whatever-this-is grow.

Obi-Wan hoists himself up onto the rock, diving back towards Rex for another long, deep kiss. Apparently they do still have time.

~end

#star wars #sass and murder show #My writing #rex/obi #rexobifest2023 #mermaid #i was not expecting that to be done #fluff and nostalgia ahoy!

[shadowsong26fic]

Stay

Author: shadowsong26

Rating: PG

Fandom: Star Wars

Characters: Padme, Anakin, Obi-Wan

Warnings: I don’t think so?

Summary: Anakin and Padme invite Obi-Wan to join them.

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of their respective creators.

Notes: Written for the Year of the OTP event. January prompt: first kiss.

(I am also doing this for BSG and some of my original ‘verses, if you’re interested in checking those out! One ship per canon. The fanfic ones will be posted to AO3 probably a day or two after they’re on tumblr. This fic is also available on AO3 here. Master list of all fills can be found here.)

(I am admittedly not 100% satisfied with how this one came out (which is why I’m posting it so late in the month, lol) but I’m satisfied enough to post/to not keep fiddling at it for the next day, so here we are)

What was left of the Malevolence was no longer capable of shooting at them, even if there was still one hell of a debris field to navigate through, and some of the tension in the cockpit eased.

Some of it.

There was something about the way the three of them had moved together, had fallen into sync together; both while they were fleeing through the ship and after they’d made their escape.

It was…

Padme didn’t have a word for it, other than it felt right.

She risked a hand on Anakin’s shoulder; stole a glance at Obi-Wan. She couldn’t read him as well as her husband, but she could have sworn there was a flicker of that same something there.

Anakin took his eyes off the viewscreen for a moment, first to meet hers--and that was much clearer; I’m so glad you’re all right, that we all made it out; her Anakin had always worn his heart on his sleeve--and then followed her gaze over to his former master.

And then back at her.

Then back to Obi-Wan; and back to her.

He took a breath, and nodded.

They were still learning, a little, how to communicate. Everything had happened so fast, after all; from reconnecting to confessing to the wedding on the balcony, and with so many eyes on them, with the War and who and what they were…

But even now, already, after so little time, there were times when they didn’t need words.

She squeezed his shoulder briefly, and smiled.

He smiled back, twisting the steering column to avoid another chunk of Grievous’ ship.

“I should make contact with the fleet,” Obi-Wan said, getting up out of the copilot’s seat. “Let them know we made it out all right.”

Giving us space. Just like back there on Malevolence.

He knew. At least part of it. Which made it easier and harder all at once.

But Anakin took one hand off the steering column, caught the edge of Obi-Wan’s sleeve. “Stay.”

Obi-Wan paused. “I…” He looked over at Padme.

“Please,” she said, holding out her free hand to him. “Stay.”

“…yes,” he said. He took her hand, raised it to his mouth, planted a soft kiss on the back.

She squeezed his hand, then pulled him closer and kissed him, gently, but full on the mouth.

Different, from kissing Anakin. The beard, for one thing; and Obi-Wan didn’t taste exactly the same.

But it was no less warm, or sweet, or wanted, or right.

He pulled back after a moment, but he was still smiling, his eyes shining softly. “I really do need to call in,” he said, but he made no further moves to go.

On his way back to the copilot seat, he paused for a breath, and bent down to kiss Anakin’s cheek.

Anakin huffed. “Really?”

“You’re driving,” Obi-Wan reminded him.

“I’m a better pilot than that.”

Padme rolled her eyes and grinned at them--at both of them; both of her boys; both of her Jedi.

There were still details to work out. Obi-Wan wasn’t necessarily as willing to bend the rules as Anakin was, but…

But they’d made it this far. They’d come together. The most important question had been answered.

They’d figure the rest out along the way. Together.

#shadowsong writes star wars

[dindjarindiaries]

(You know how to Obi-wan Anakin is his brother right?)

Imagine a scenario where Obi-Wan found out/confronted Anakin about his marriage with Padme, gets mad at him and storms off.

Anakin is worried that Obi-Wan is going to tell the Council about his marriage, but in reality Obi-Wan is just angry that Anakin didn’t tell him that he has a sister-in-law.

PLEASE this is exactly what would happen 😭

#obi: I WASN’T INVITED TO THE WEDDING?????? #ani: 👁💧👄💧👁 #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #padmé amidala #the prequel trilogy #you have spoken

[padawansuggest]

My favorite thing ever is Cody being protective over Anakin for some fucking reason so can we get an AU where Cody’s relationship with Obi-Wan (friendship or bangin idc but they obviously sleep in the same bed at the temple and Anakin has found them being domestic in the mornings far too often to be phased anymore) ends up saving the republic when Ani is all ‘I have to confide in SOMEONE that I’m married-‘ and tells Cody on impulse one day and Cody is all ‘lmao I know ur master is still upset he wasn’t invited to the wedding, he wanted to walk you down the aisle’ and Anakin galaxy brains and realizes the Chancellor is manipulating him for some reason and asks Cody what the kids on Kamino did when they were in private lessons with instructors to look for some sort of mentorship there and Cody completely knocks him off his feet when he’s all ‘oooof the scientists stopped letting us have private lessons after one too many of the vod’e started bedwetting, you know?’ ‘Bedwetting?’ ‘Yeah, apparently sudden bedwetting is a sign of being… like… molested? I guess… why are you asking?’ And Ani is just sitting there for a solid minute remembering all the blanked out days he had as a 12-15 year old when Obi was suddenly taking him to the healers once a month trying to figure out what could make his healthy Padawan suddenly end up needing pull ups for a few years straight and why Ani wasn’t having good dreams and is he okay-

He def throws up. Bonus points, Palpatine didnt even have to molest him for bedwetting yo happen cause it also happens with nightmares and man’s coulda spent three solid years planting bad thoughts and darksider instincts in his head and leaving him to think on it while he slept and the healers just couldn’t figure out why he was suddenly so nervous all the time.

Anyways. Cody’s just tryin to bond with his bro’s kiddo when they suddenly uncover a world of fucked up intent being forced into the kid’s head and now Cody is assigning a group of clones to shadow Anakin around while he talks with Fox on exactly WHY Fox hates Palpatine so much and ‘can you spy on the guy for me, see if he’s paying a little too much attention to kids plz and thanks’ and honestly that’s like. My fave way for Palpatine to be fucked over in the war. Just accuse him of spending too much time with kids. Mention it’s borderline wild that Fox hates him so much yet Fox spends the most time with him. Just. Accuse him so much it completely destroys any reputation he might have and throw him in a hole he can’t get out of.

I just think it’d be super funny if Palpatine loses cause cancel culture got him by the wrinkly ballsack and squeezed.

#star wars #clone wars #anakin skywalker #commander cody #sheev palpatine #everyone else is there obvs but this is about cody and ani thanks #I need worn down war hero Cody giving ani life advice as if he’s not 11.5 years old #also he makes Obi cuddle to sleep every night so one day ani is WIRED and Cody forces it on him to #and ani just curls up like a sad kitten looking for warmth in this cruel cruel world #Codywan #this can be CW or not #it’s up to y’all tbh but they sleep in the same bed #Obi wan cannot be trusted not to stay awake all night #Cody is a big stronk man that uses him as a body pillow thanks

[nanagoswife]

Will You Come To My Wedding - NSFW Version

Summary: You ask your lifetime friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi, a question that he’s not sure how to answer.

W/C: 3.9k

Warnings: SMUT (not amazing but it's something), oral (female receiving), praise kink?, PiV sex, and still angst

A/N: Like I said when I posted the SFW version, this is practically the same except for the ending. (I also apologise because I suck at writing smut scenes) Hope you all enjoy!

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“Will you come to my wedding?” you said suddenly from beside Obi-Wan.

He froze. Moments before, the two of you were laying in a comfortable silence next to each other in a park. You had wanted to go out to star gaze, saying that no one was able to. Whether it was work or they just didn’t want to, that left Obi-Wan as a last resort.

It had slightly stung when he heard he was the last person you asked, but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t let his inane crush for you get in the way of your friendship. The two of you had known each other ever since you were children.

Oh how many times he’s wanted to tell you how much he cared for you. The amount of times where he looked into your eyes and wanted to kiss you.

Now, his heart slightly dropped at your question. Were you in a relationship you hadn’t told him about? Why didn’t you tell him if that were the case?

Obi-Wan’s mind raced as he realized the silence from him dragged on too long.

Clearing his throat and slightly shaking his head to rid him of his thoughts, he finally responded, “A-are you getting… married?”

Despite his best efforts to not sound like he was disappointed in the news, it didn’t work. His voice sounded just as crestfallen as he felt. Thank goodness you couldn’t fully see his face because he was sure that his expression mirrored everything else.

“I mean,” he said quickly, trying to recover while sitting up to see you properly, “whoever it’s to is lucky to have you, but I wasn’t aware you were… involved with anyone.”

You moved to mirror his position, your knees lightly grazing his.

“I- at least just tell me it isn’t that Quinlan character,” Obi-Wan stammered out once again before you could speak. “I’ve seen how he’s been flirting with you and I-” he cut himself off, looking at the ground before continuing, “I just have a bad… feeling. About him.”

“You seem awfully observant with my love life,” you said teasingly, nudging his knee with yours.

Obi-Wan smiled sheepishly. “I- I just don’t want you to end up with the wrong person.” He said this more to himself rather than to you. What he wanted so desperately was to be the one who got the honour of calling you his. Better yet, you calling him yours. It would never happen, though. The two of you were just… friends.

That thought stung. He knew that one day you would most likely find someone you loved that wasn’t him. In fact, he had always thought that it wouldn’t be him.

“Are you alright?” you asked, genuine concern laced in your tone. It caused Obi-Wan to look at you, forcing a crooked smirk onto his face.

“Quite.”

“I don’t believe you. Was this not a good night to invite you out?”

“What? No. Of course this was a good night. The question just sort of…”

Sort of what? Stabbed you in the heart and twisted the knife right as you were enjoying yourself? Obi-Wan thought to himself.

Earlier, the two of you had been talking away as you walked through the park, waiting for the sun to fully disappear from the night sky. The two of you may have talked often, but that didn’t stop your ability to carry conversations.

As the sun was setting, he had discreetly indulged himself with looking at you in that light. The bright yellows and pinks making you glow, only to be changed in the most amazing way as dark blues and purples took their places.

“It sort of took me by… surprise… is all,” he finally finished.

Amusement glinted in your eyes. “Well, to start off, it’s not Quinlan Vos, thank you.”

Obi-Wan hated to admit it, but that really did fill him with relief. He felt almost as if the man had no intention other than getting you in bed. That wouldn’t fly with Obi-Wan. For many reasons other than how much he cared about you.

“That’s a relief,” Obi-Wan mumbled as he rolled his eyes. Even though he had intended for you to not hear it properly, you did. Your laugh filled the practically silent air.

“You’re telling me.”

For a moment, he stayed silent as he thought about it. Of everyone he knows, Quinlan was the only one that seemed to have gotten your attention to an extent. It must have been someone you hadn’t told him about.

“Then who is it? And why haven’t I heard about them?”

“Well, no one… yet.”

“Why ask me if I would come to your wedding if you aren’t…” Obi-Wan trailed off, looking away as he not only got lost in thought, but the overwhelming sense of temporary relief.

“Well,” you started, pausing a few seconds before continuing and gaining back his attention, “I’m not right now. Just… not for a couple of years, give or take.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel dispirited. This most likely meant that you were going back into the dating game. And, if he learnt from the last few times you dated someone, it would absolutely kill him.

With your last relationship, Obi-Wan was… guarded around your partner. It had gotten to a point where he was so uptight with the other that you had to talk to Obi-Wan about it. The whole situation was embarrassing, but he couldn’t help it. Seeing you with someone was just unbearable and he had to stand by and help you through the crumbling relationship.

The night you and your partner broke up, you had trekked to his apartment through the rain.

You had a car. Why you hadn’t used it, he would never know. What he did know was, as he opened the door, he was greeted by your drenched state. It nearly hid the tears that streamed down your cheeks.

When Obi-Wan asked what happened (and he really had to pretend like he didn’t know what it was about) you flung yourself at him, hugging him tight. He had carefully guided you further inside, closing the door as you cried into his shoulder. Wrapping his own arms around you, he whispered comforting words until your breathing had evened out.

That night, you had told him everything that had happened only hours prior.

“How did you know?” were your words after hours of him listening to you. “How did you know they weren’t the one?”

At the time, he had no option but to lie. Confessing how he felt about you right after a breakup was sure to be enough for you to never talk to him again. So, he shrugged and lied, saying that he just didn’t like them.

“Oh,” is all Obi-Wan could say. He didn’t know what it was, but he felt like he was beginning to have trouble breathing. Even if he tried to speak, he was sure no words would come out.

As this conversation went on, he felt more and more inclined to leave, but he could never do that to you. You meant too much to him and that was not the way he wanted to leave. If he got up and left now, that would be worse than destroying his friendship with you by telling you how he feels.

“Obi, what is it? It’s not like it’s happening now. It’ll be years from now,” you said, trying to cheer him up as you nudged his knee again.

“How do you know you’ll want me there?” he suddenly blurted, sounding more miffed than intended. Well, ideally he didn’t want to sound like that at all.

It was your shocked expression that made him realize the extent of his tone. You seemed hurt and he hated that he was the cause of it.

“I mean,” he began again, backtracking from his sudden frustration. “What if- How do you know we’ll even still be friends by then?” His tone was quiet, hiding how he actually felt.

“Alright, starting off, I really doubt that you’re alright because ouch. What do you mean? Do you think we won’t be friends in two years after all of this time?”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Of course he still saw the two of you still being friends in the next two years. Hell, he could see himself as your friend for the rest of his life. Even though it would kill him to only be your friend, he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

“I- well, you never know what can happen in that time,” he said unconvincingly.

At this point, he was desperately dancing around telling you how he felt. With each word you spoke he wanted to say it so badly so that he could keep himself from seeing you hurt again. Or, worse yet, see you happy with someone other than him.

When he looked at you he could’ve sworn he saw tears in your eyes.

“Is it your wish to not be friends anymore?” you said, your voice strained.

Oh, now he’s done it.

“What? No, of course it isn’t. I just… ugh, how do I put this? I- I don’t want to see you get hurt again. But strangely enough, I don’t want to see-”

Obi-Wan cut himself off. No, now was not the time to say this. Was it? There were so many questions running through his mind. Both of his and yours. What was he doing? He had no say in your life and what you could and couldn’t do.

“Never mind,” he muttered.

“So, what you're saying is that you don’t want to be friends when I get married?”

Obi-Wan froze at the question. His mind began to race to find a proper response so that it wouldn’t sound like that. Of course he still wanted to be your friend.

“Good,” you said, now making Obi-Wan freeze for a whole different reason.

It felt as if he couldn’t breathe. Every bit of him tensed. Did you no longer want to be friends with him? The tense silence was suffocating him as he saw that you had more to say. Confusion only filled him when you smiled.

“Because I don’t want to be friends when that day comes.”

All air seemed to leave his body. If he were breathing, surely he was hyperventilating. He only knew that he felt dizzy. He was sure that he could pass out at any second as the mantra of this can’t be happening, I can’t lose you ran through his mind.

“Wha-” he tried, but you cut him off by placing your gentle hand on top of his that he now realized was grasping the fabric of his slacks. Your soft touch made his hand ease its grip. Slowly, you managed to turn it so his palm rested against your own.

“It’s a good thing because,” you started and paused, making sure his eyes met yours, “because I don’t see you as my friend at my wedding. I would see you as my fiancé, my soon to be husband on that day.”

Obi-Wan’s jaw dropped. Surely this was a dream. This couldn’t be actually happening, could it? Were you actually saying what he thought you were?

“Are… is this real?” he said, causing you to chuckle.

“Yes, Obi. This is real.”

As if to prove this, you moved so that your knees now rested on top of his, moving your joined hands to rest between the two of you.

With his trembling free hand, he brought it to cup your cheek.

“This isn’t really happening. There’s no way you actually feel the same way about me as I do you,” he said with a shaky voice as you leaned into his touch.

Turning your head ever so slightly, you pressed a kiss to his palm. He could feel his heart flutter at the action.

“It’s really real, Obi,” you whispered.

Obi-Wan chuckled in relief as he let himself relax. Your smile only worked to enhance it. So much so that he hardly noticed that he was leaning towards you. Although it seemed like you were as well, he paused when the two of you were mere inches apart from each other.

“Is… is this alright?” he asked, searching your eyes.

You chuckled. “Obi-Wan, this would have been alright ever since the ninth grade,” you whispered.

That was all the confirmation he needed. The last of the distance was closed, his lips finally pressed against yours. Was this what he was missing this whole time?

The longer this went on, the more you seemed to move closer to him.

“I love you,” Obi-Wan whispered after you pulled away, resting your forehead to his.

“I know,” you whispered back. For a few moments longer, the two of you just looked at each other, smiling in the moment. To think he had almost missed out on all of this. “I love you too,” you say after, then kissing him again.

This time, he knew for sure that you were moving closer. You were now straddling his lap, the hand you had been holding now resting on your thigh. His hand that was cupping your cheek has moved to your waist as your own hands now made their way to his hair. Every little sensation was spectacular as he gently tugged his hair.

“Darling,” he said in between kissing you. You only hummed in response. Your slight rocking on his lap was making it really hard to concentrate. “I… think we may… need to… to stop.”

When you pulled away, confusion was written all over your features. “Is everything alright?”

“Well, yes… there’s just a… how do I put this? There’s a growing need,” he said, gesturing downwards with his head.

Your eyes grew as you realized what he was saying. A hint of mischievousness glinted in your eyes as you pressed down against his length. “What if,” you began, your hand that was once resting on top of his now trailing to rest on his hip, “we didn’t stop. If it’s alright.”

A shiver went down Obi-Wan’s spine at your words. He couldn’t deny the fact that he wanted to continue, but the two of you were still in a very public place.

“At least,” he said before kissing you, “not here.” He slotted his lips back with yours as his hands both trailed to your back, pulling you flush against him. “My apartment?”

“Yes,” you said in a breath, not wanting to part from his lips.

It took a minute for the two of you to be willing to separate, but you eventually did.

Between the two of you, Obi-Wan lived the closest to this park. It didn’t take long to get there. Not only was it because this was a few minute walk, but because your paces were picked up. The two of you had waited too long for this moment to happen.

The amount of time he’s waited to even kiss you was dizzying enough. Now, the two of you were about to do something he never thought would ever happen. Ever.

As soon as Obi-Wan closed the door behind him, he had hardly any time to turn around before your lips were back on his. In one shift motion, he bent down, bringing his hands behind your knees, and lifted you up. Your legs immediately wrapped around him as you giggled against his lips.

It wasn’t long before he brought you into his room, kicking the door shut and pinning you against it. Surprisingly, that was the first time he deepened the kiss. Your little gasp helped open the opportunity for him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Though he was enjoying this, he wanted to explore more. So, he moved from your mouth, trailing down to your jaw, then kissing every exposed area of your neck. He made mental notes every time you gasped when he kissed certain spots.

“Obi,” you practically whined, tugging at his shirt and untucking it.

He pulled away from the attention he was giving your neck to look at you. “What is it, darling?”

You began to undo the buttons that were now accessible since he pulled away just enough.

“Off,” you say, tugging his shirt up even more so that all buttons were now easy to get to.

Obi-Wan chuckled, kissing you again as the shirt now hung loose. Being just as desperate as you, he easily tugged the rest of it off, throwing the shirt somewhere in the room.

The feeling of your hands going straight to his chest made goosebumps form across the skin on his arms. As they trailed up to his shoulders, the feeling only grew as chills ran down his spine. That wasn’t the only feeling that was growing, though…

He couldn’t take it any longer. Wrapping his arms around your back, he walked away from the door to bring you to his bed.

After gently laying you down, his hands went to your hips. They pushed upwards which brought your shirt with it. You easily accommodated him when it came to helping him remove it.

“Please,” you said to him as he began to kiss every inch of your exposed skin. He looked up at you, head tilted to the side as he waited for what you had to say. “Can we save the slow stuff for another day? We’ve waited too long for this.”

Obi-Wan wanted to protest but he couldn’t. The more this went on, the less composure he found he had. Plus, how could he argue with you? He would move a mountain for you if you asked.

“Alright,” he said softly. Now, there was nothing slow or sensual about how the two of you took off the rest of the others’ clothing. It was a desperate shedding as if the moment would cease to exist if you didn’t.

“I love you,” you whispered as your skin pressed against his.

“And I love you,” he said back, moving between your legs, seeing the effect he had on you.

Obi-Wan made a small sound before leaning down, kissing along your thighs but never touching your core. He loved the small whines you made each time he redirected his attention. It caused your hands to shoot to his hair, trying your best to push him where you needed him the most.

It wasn’t until pleaded with him, pushing his head down, that he gave in. He finally let his tongue run through your folds and the sound that came from you could not be any more delightful. Now losing the rest of his resolve to tease, he dove in.

Every single moan he caused you delighted Obi-Wan to no end. When he added a finger and then another, they only grew in frequency. He took small looks up at you, seeing how your face contorted with pleasure.

It wasn’t until you were pleading with him to keep his fingers at a certain angle that he once again dipped down and indulged himself without looking up again.

“Obi, I-I’m going to-”

“Come for me, my darling girl,” he encouraged. It wasn’t much longer until your fingers quite literally clenched his hair as you hit your high. Obi-Wan, despite slightly grimacing at the feeling, loved it. It didn’t deter him from continuing his movements until you began massaging his scalp.

“‘M sorry,” you muttered as he brought himself to hang over you.

Bringing one of your hands to his lips, he kissed each of your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. “It’s alright,” he comforted. “I liked it. You did so well, darling.”

Before he knew it, you were pulling him down to kiss him. He made a small sound of surprise but quickly melted into your lips.

Now lining up at your entrance, he looked into your eyes, silently asking if it was alright.

“Please, Obi-Wan. Don’t drag this out longer than it has to be.”

Just like that, Obi-Wan couldn’t say no. So, he pushed into your wet warmth, the feeling making him shudder with pleasure. He carefully inched his way further into you. Each sound of pleasure he heard from you was like music to his ears. He never thought he could hear sweeter sounds from you.

When he bottomed out, he wanted to just stay there. This feeling was amazing. Sure, it wasn’t his first time having sex, but it had been so long that he forgot what it was like. With you, though, it was greater than anything he had experienced.

“Obi,” you say, slightly annoyed as your patience was running low.

“I’m sorry, dearest,” he replied, knowing what you were about to say. With that, he began to move. His own moans mixed with yours as your hands gripped his biceps.

Everything almost seemed like a blur, but at the same time felt like it was going on for hours in the best way. He dipped down to kiss you as he could feel himself growing closer to his climax with each thrust.

He was about to tell you before you told him to keep his angle, that you were growing close yourself.

Your moans only grew in frequency and volume as he took your direction. To help you achieve your high, he moved his hand so that he was rubbing circles around your clit with his thumb.

“My darling girl, you’re doing an amazing job,” he praised as your hands moved to clench at his back.

Your hips bucked up into him at the contact causing a groan from him at the sudden movement. As it went on, you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“I-I’m s-s-so close, Obi. Please, don’t stop,” you managed to mutter into his shoulder.

“Let it go. I’m right behind you,” he grunted out as he picked up his pace just a little more.

It wasn’t long until he felt your walls clenching down on him as you called out his name. He helped you through it, only slowing his pace until your high came down.

“Come inside me, Obi,” you said once his hips began to stutter.

“Are- are you sure?”

You nodded before pulling him down to kiss him. With that, he didn’t last much longer. Soon he was making small thrusts as he let his seed spill out into you. His head was buried in your shoulder as he made small pleasurable grunts and moans that were a mixture of your name and incoherent sounds.

Your fingers stroked his hair as he kept thrusting until the sensations were too much. You didn’t stop as you let him stay like this as he softened inside of you.

“That was-”

“Spectacular,” you finished his sentence.

Obi-Wan nodded before finally pulling out.

“Shower?” you asked, drawing his face up so that he would look at you. Although he was utterly exhausted from all of this, he nodded.

Little did Obi-Wan know was that this was only the first night of the rest of his life with you. Would he ever say he would change any of it? Not in a million years or a different galaxy.

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[tennessoui]

Pleaseeee do 43 or 46. I love your work btw

(insert months late panicked noises about how I thought 45 was 'falling in love with best friend's partner' and so wrote hold me fast for it, but actually 43 is 'falling in love with best friend's partner' very whoops very my b)

so i did 43 again anyway, but in a modern au and where the couple is actually in love (but it is an obikin happy ending because kit did write it)

(wife is unnamed the entire time so no character bashing it could literally be anyone ive been calling her rebecca in my head lmao)

43. Falling In Love With Best Friend's Partner (2.7k.......)

Obi-Wan’s kettle goes off with a whistle right as there’s a fierce banging on the door. He almost drops his favorite mug in surprise, which puts him in a bad mood from the get-go. But for the love of Christ, who would come call at his house at nine at night? It’s more than rude; it’s downright indecent.

He stalks through the house until he can unlock the door to give the person on his porch a piece of his mind, but then he sees who it is.

It’s Anakin, and he’s crying.

If there’s anything that can make Obi-Wan quiet his temper on a normal day, it’s Anakin Skywalker. A distressed Anakin Skywalker brings out every ounce of his compassion.

“Anakin?” He asks immediately, stepping forward to touch the man on his arm gently and guide him inside. He doesn’t even have to suppress a sigh when Anakin doesn’t remember to toe off his shoes in the entry way--that’s how worried he is at Anakin’s tears and the way they only increase in frequency and sound when Obi-Wan moves his hand to his back and pushes him further into his house, all the way to the dining table where he urges him to sit down.

Anakin still hasn’t said anything resembling actual words yet, so Obi-Wan goes to the kitchen to make them both a cup of tea. It’s either that or give into the temptation to thumb the tear tracks off of his cheeks and that’s a little more revealing than Obi-Wan likes.

He’s not that brave, for one.

For another, Anakin is a married man. A man married to one of Obi-Wan’s closest friends, a previous grad student turned co-author of at least seven publications, with more on the way. He can’t risk tenderly wiping away her husband’s tears because Obi-Wan Kenobi has been at least a little in love with him since they were introduced four years ago, when he’d swanned up to him holding two champagne glasses in one hand and stuck out the other to shake. “My wife talks about you nonstop, Professor,” he’d said. “I used to be so jealous until I sat in on one of your lectures when I was still in school. Made sense then.”

Obi-Wan had not known what to do with that, but had taken the proffered champagne glass and assured this strange man he had nothing to worry about.

After all, Obi-Wan wasn’t the sort of man to chase after former students or people in marriages.

Over the next few years, however, it became quite clear to him that there was a big addendum needed in his moral code: people in marriages to former students drew his eyes apparently the way no one else has ever managed to in his life.

Or perhaps it was just Anakin. Perhaps it’s always been just Anakin.

Coming to terms with the shameful, quiet love he carried for a man who flirts like it’s second nature and always has a warm touch or word to bestow on Obi-Wan had been difficult, to say the least.

Anakin’s wife had been one of Obi-Wan’s closest friends. His inconvenient and persistent feelings for Anakin had turned her into one thing only: his wife. They could not be friends when Obi-Wan spends half his nights wondering what it would be like to sleep with his arms around her husband. They could not be friends when the last dozen times the married couple had invited him over for dinner, he had paid more attention to her husband than to the food or to the other topics of conversation or to her.

And she has to know. She has to know why their latest paper has taken eight months to write. She has to have seen the way Obi-Wan perks up so obviously when Anakin brings his wife her lunch, the way he has to turn away from their chaste kisses, the way he listens keenly to any information she gives him on her husband, the way he had excused himself from the room when he heard her tell another colleague that they were trying for children.

In academia, you learn fairly quickly that it is useless to resent someone for having what you do not. It seems that Obi-Wan has to learn this lesson all over again when it comes to people. It’s hard. It’s selfish. He hates that he loves Anakin. He hates that he loves Anakin the way he does, that it’s been four years and he still loves him, that not even his happy marriage, his love for his wife, the fact that his wife is Obi-Wan’s friend, can change it.

Anakin considers them friends now, which is so much worse and yet still more than a pathetic old man like Obi-Wan deserves. Worse, because when Obi-Wan had started rejecting dinners at the Skywalker household, Anakin had pushed back with worry. When he’d noticed that Obi-Wan’s lunch most often consisted of whatever cold cut sandwich was on sale at the gas station next to campus, he’d started bringing Obi-Wan a lunch along with his wife. When Obi-Wan had stopped responding to his texts, he showed up to drag him to a night out.

Worse, because being Anakin’s friend is nothing like being his husband, and the differences make him ache as much as the acts of kindness make him want to weep.

It’s still more than Obi-Wan deserves. He knows that intimately, the way he knows that nothing can ever happen between the two of them because Anakin loves his wife. And his wife--

“She cheated on me,” Anakin gets out between uneven breaths.

Obi-Wan promptly drops his favorite mug and watches it shatter on the floor.

“Oh!” Anakin exclaims at the loud noise, peeking around the corner, and looking like he’s about to offer to help. Obi-Wan shoos him out of the kitchen, and grabs the remaining mug of tea to follow him. The mess can wait for a later time.

“What did you say?” he asks carefully, nudging the mug over to Anakin, who wraps his hands around it.

Anakin blinks up at him wetly. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Obi-Wan drags his chair closer and dares to lay a hand over Anakin’s arm, watching his face for any negative reaction. Anakin just looks at it though, as if he can’t even comprehend it.

“Please, tell me what happened,” he entreats softly.

Anakin blinks and takes a sip of the tea. It’s chamomile, which is the only tea blend Obi-Wan knows Anakin likes.

“I, um.” Anakin clears his throat and reaches up to wipe at his eyes. Obi-Wan thinks his breath leaves his body for a second when he sees the slighter lighter ring of skin around Anakin’s fourth finger. He never thought he’d see what that sliver of skin looks like.

“I came back early from a work trip, cause. Um. Cause we’ve been having problems,” he starts with a quick side glance at Obi-Wan. “Just some fighting. Going to bed angry. I guess stuff you’re never supposed to do.”

Obi-Wan tries to arrange his face in an expression meant to convey that he definitely knows what stuff one is supposed to do in a marriage.

“So I thought I could, you know. Surprise her. But when I got in, there was someone else in the house. In our bed, Obi-Wan, she fucked someone else in our bed. I--” Anakin starts crying dropping his head into his hands and dislodging Obi-Wan’s arm completely.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan murmurs, at a loss for what to say. He settles for kneeling down next to Anakin and rubbing his knee. This is platonic.This is fine. This isn’t taking advantage of Anakin in this state.

Obi-Wan has absolutely no desire to take advantage of Anakin in this state, not when he’s so hurt and sad and in need of comfort. Obi-Wan just wants to provide him with comfort, but it feels like a grievous violation to touch Anakin like this willingly. It breaks one of his most cardinal rules.

But it turns out he’d break a lot of rules for Anakin, apparently.

Especially when Anakin responds so well to his touch, practically throwing himself out of his own chair and into Obi-Wan’s arms, tea forgotten on the table.

“How am I supposed to go back there?” He sobs into Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “I thought...we were supposed to raise kids in that house and she...she’s been...she’s been cheating on me in our bed--”

Obi-Wan tentatively strokes through his hair, adding pressure when Anakin reacts positively. He hates seeing him like this, so torn up and aching. He’d loved his wife, it’s so clear to see.

But Anakin has always struck Obi-Wan as the sort of person to put loyalty over everything else. For his wife to break his trust so suddenly and quickly must spell the death of his love for her. That must be what Obi-Wan is witnessing now, with Anakin, sans wedding ring, sobbing into his arms like this. This must be how Anakin’s love dies.

“I’m so sorry, Anakin,” he murmurs into the man’s temple, pressing his nose there at his hairline and inhaling as softly as he can. He’s disgusted with himself. He can’t help himself. He--

“She said she loved him,” Anakin sniffles, seemingly unaware of anything but his own pain. Obi-Wan gathers him closer at these words and rubs at his back, offering silent comfort. To have Anakin close like this is agony, but to be an appropriate distance away from him as he fell apart would also be agony of a different sort.

And if the last four years have proven anything, Obi-Wan will choose the agony that causes Anakin any modicum of happiness he can give him.

“She said--” here Anakin pauses and takes several deep breaths against the cotton of Obi-Wan’s now damp sleepshirt. “She said she didn’t when they started, but then I--I didn’t notice and it--she said it just happened, but--”

He breaks off and freezes in Obi-Wan’s arms quite suddenly. Obi-Wan stills his own hands in response. “But?” he asks, barely more than an exhale.

“But she said she couldn’t feel sorry about it,” Anakin whispers back, pulling away so that he can look at Obi-Wan’s face.

Obi-Wan stares at him, uncomprehending. Anakin’s wife is the unapologetic sort of woman, yes, but to be caught cheating on her husband and then refuse to apologize for the betrayal? That’s something else entirely. “What?” he stutters out in a completely unflattering way.

Anakin’s eyes glisten, but he purses his lips and flexes his jaw before he speaks again. “She said she couldn’t feel sorry about falling in love with someone else because it’s quite clear I’ve done the same thing. And--and she may have physically cheated on me first, but I’ve...I’ve been emotionally unfaithful to her for years now.”

Obi-Wan blinks quite a bit and very fast, tightening his hold on Anakin before pulling away just as quickly. “That’s absurd,” he spits out, trying to calm his rushing heartbeat. “Anakin, you’re the most loyal person I know. You would never--”

“She was right,” Anakin cuts him off, breaking eye contact with him to look over his shoulder and then down at...at his lips. “I didn’t even realize she was right until she said it, but. But I’ve been in love with someone else for three years of my five year marriage. I--I’m not who we thought I was.”

And his eyes well up with tears again and Obi-Wan isn’t strong enough this time from stopping himself from reaching out and brushing one of his tears away with the pad of his thumb.

“Anakin, you’re not…” thinking straight, serious, in your right mind, in love with anyone but your wife. “You’re hurting, Anakin,” he settles on saying. “You need to...sleep. To rest.”

You need to stop saying things that will break my heart in a few days when you realize you don’t actually mean them.

But Anakin has always been stubborn, especially when it comes to Obi-Wan’s demands. “Obi-Wan,” he insists, shoving his face forward so that their heads connect with a thump. “Obi-Wan, it’s you. It’s been you. For. For longer than I knew. For three years at least. Maybe longer. It should have been you from the beginning. When--”

“Anakin, please,” he finds himself begging, scrambling up and off the floor and away from this troublesome man. “Do not say anything you cannot take back. You are in distress, you’re not thinking clearly.”

Anakin follows him to his feet. “I need to say this,” he says, voice breaking. “Please, Obi-Wan. Let me say this.”

Obi-Wan has never known how to say no to Anakin. He closes his mouth instead.

“Before we even started dating, that’s when I sat in on your lecture. When we were seniors. I just wanted to see. Wanted to know why she liked you so much, measure up my competition. But then I liked you, more than I’ve ever liked a guy before. And it only got worse after I met you again, at that party, I don’t know if you remember, but. The days after, I drove my wife insane asking questions about you and your work and your interests and your hobbies, and I didn’t even realize I was doing it.

“You were just...you were so amazing. But I loved her so much I didn’t even notice I had any love left in my heart to give to anyone else, but then there you were. There you were and every time I saw you it was like...coming up for air. Like I was living someone else’s life and then sometimes I just got to be myself and it was only ever when you were around and--I didn’t know it was love until my wife told me tonight that she fucked another man because she couldn’t stand that I fell in love with one first, and I knew immediately who she was talking about. It was you. It’s...Obi-Wan, it’s always been you.”

Anakin closes the distance between them slowly, as if he’s giving Obi-Wan a chance to run. Obi-Wan does consider it, he won’t lie, but he stands stock still as if frozen to the ground. Anakin reaches up gently and wipes at one of his tears. Obi-Wan hadn’t even realized he started crying.

“Please don’t cry,” Anakin whispers through his tears. “I understand if you--if you don’t feel the same way, but I couldn’t be quiet about it once I realized. I don’t know how to love quietly.”

Obi-Wan does. Obi-Wan’s spent four years loving Anakin quietly, and now he doesn’t have any words left in him to love him out loud.

Anakin’s hand falls away from his face at his continued silence and he looks, if possible, more heartbroken. “I...I understand,” he murmurs. “You don’t feel the way I do. I--yes. I get it. I...deserve it.”

At this, Obi-Wan has to say something because it’s been one of the tenets of his world for years now that Anakin Skywalker deserves all the love there is in the entire universe. “No,” he says roughly, dragging the words kicking and screaming from the pit of his stomach. “It’s not that. It’s--”

Anakin looks at him with wide, wet, blue eyes.

“It’s that if you...if I say it and then...tomorrow you decide you don’t mean it...darling you have to know there would be no recovering from that, for me. I’ve been so obvious.”

Anakin blinks as the words register in his brain, and Obi-Wan can tell the exact moment they do because he inches closer and clutches tightly onto his shirt. “You’ve not been obvious at all,” he murmurs, eyes still shining, even as he directs his entire attention to his lips.

“What would I need to do?” Obi-Wan breathes, aching to wrap his arms around his waist and terrified that doing so will startle Anakin away from him. “What would I need to do for you to understand how much I...how much I’ve loved you for all these years?”

“Kiss me,” Anakin whispers, leaning down as if drawn by some magnetic pull.

Obi-Wan knows he will hate himself in the morning for giving in when Anakin is so obviously grief-stricken and looking for no-strings-attached physical comfort. And yet, he meets him halfway anyway.

#asks #prompt fill #lets be real these havent been ficlets for months let alone snippets #these are just. fics lmao #anyway i couldnt choose who to hurt/comfort with this prompt so ii actually went with both haha #very on brand #anakin's pov would of course contain the famous 'oh. OH.' of realization #obikin #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #i have so many amazing asks to respond to and im going to do it tonight #i just wanted to post this and then spend like a solid eight hours on my paintings because they have a really real and fast approaching #deadline #cw: cheating #married with a twist au

[wutroows]

Would you be interested in writing a wedding headcanon for Luke? I am currently overwhelmed by my desire to marry him

hello, i am always 100% interested to write wedding headcanons for luke, that man plagues me. this is very late and i sincerely apologize, but i’ve been very busy irl, so hopefully everyone understands why i went mia for a while. hope you enjoy, anyways!

luke would either propose in a super cheesy way, or a way that was just out of the blue that he didn’t even plan

he’d get you a super sweet ring, after nonchalantly bringing up your ring size in a conversation (which resulted in a strange look from leia until it clicked as to what he was doing), but eventually, he was able to pick it up. it had a beautiful dark green stone in the middle, with a silver band. he thought it wasn’t over the top, but it wasn’t too plain. he hoped, more than anything, that you’d like it. 

and you did

no matter how he’d propose to you, it would be sweet. his smile would be from ear to ear and he held you in his arms for what felt like hours

the wedding would most likely be a quiet cermony

he’d invite leia, han, chewbacca. r2 and threepio would’ve been there anyways even if luke didn’t plan on inviting them

and you’d invite your close family and friends

it was small, but it was all you ever wanted

the cake wasn’t too huge, as the both of you felt it unnecessary to keep a huge cake all for yourselves. you got a smaller cake, instead, and a bigger cake for your guests to all take a piece from

the two of you agreed on blue for a theme, paying homage to quite a few people in luke’s life he’d grown to admire, such as the late obi-wan and the recently brought back to the light, anakin skywalker

the vows were filled with laughs, but if they weren’t you’d be a bit concerned 

luke had mentioned the time he first met you, and the time he truly realized he’d fallen in love with you. he managed to make you laugh even at the most serious of times

your vows were more serious than his were, but you spoke about how he made you feel when you first met him. safe, secure. like nothing could touch you when he was around. 

you talked about how han had told you luke would bring you up in conversations all the time, and how adorable you thought his pining over you was in the first few years of your relationship

the kiss the two of you shared was passionate, soft, and sincere. luke was the most gentle person you’d ever met, even the way he spoke was soft, but the way he held onto you at that moment made your heart nearly beat out of your chest and your eyes start to water

luke would be an amazing husband, and you knew it.

and he knew he’d have no regrets marrying you. 

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[anisstories]

I Don't Want This

Chapter 3

What I Say

“That is correct Anakin, our companies would be safest in your hands,” Cliegg said. Y/N abruptly stood. “I’m sorry but I am not a DOLL to be played with! Papa, I haven’t even finished my Master’s in Aerospace engineering! If I could finish, I would bring so much to the com-" ''Y/N you do not need a Master’s to be a good housewife.” Andrew said in a stern voice. At this Y/N lost her ferocity. She sat back down. Here was her father telling her that all she was good for was a housewife. Cleaning floors, cleaning clothing, and cooking. That's all he ever saw in her. She tried to see her hands through a blur of tears. "Well Y/N we could always-" "No it's alright Cliegg, she doesn't have to finish her Masters," Andrew stated, that was the end of this discussion. "I'll take my leave now," Y/N said as she stood up "Thank you for visiting us, Mr. Lars." Her voice cracked. She left the room with her head hung low.

Stupid girl. She thinks that by raising her voice she can get anything she wants. Anakin scornfully looked at her receding figure. "Anakin, I'll finish business here. Why don't you get to know her a bit more?" Cliegg said. "Sure"

As he stepped out, he heard sniffling to his right. She was sitting on the floor with mascara running down her cheeks, nose red, and eyes puffy. "Hey, Y/N-" "Leave me alone. Father probably told you to come out. I don't need your pity." she rose, ready to leave. "What is wrong with you?" disgust laced in Anakin's words "I wanted to be nice, but I might as well go talk to a wall." Y/N was at her breaking point "THEN GO TALK TO ONE SKYWALKER AND STOP BOTHERING ME" she screamed. Anakin was annoyed. He did nothing to deserve this attitude. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. He didn't care if he was hurting her. He entered an empty room and pushed her onto a chair. "NOW YOU LISTEN HERE. YOU MIGHT BE DADDY'S GIRL AT HOME BUT WHEN YOU ENTER THIS BUILDING YOU ARE HIS PAWN. YELLING AT HIM WAS THE STUPIDEST SHIT YOU COULD HAVE DONE. WE COULD'VE FIGURED A WAY OUT OF IT BUT YOU MESSED IT UP WITH YOUR RASHED ACTIONS. SO FROM NOW UNTIL THE WEDDING, YOU LISTEN TO ME." Anakin bellowed. "I don't take orders from the likes of you. I bow to no man." Y/N spit. "Well, you better start bowing before you fuck us over even more." And with that Anakin made his exit. As he was leaving he looked at Y/N's wrist. It looked like it was bruising up. Shit, maybe I was too rough. I should start controlling my temper.

Y/N saw Anakin looking at her. Her wrist hurt a lot but she wasn't going to let him see her cry…. again. After he left she rushed to the cafeteria and grabbed some ice.

Later that day Y/N received a text message:

Ahsoka 💞: Hey Y/N, Obi-Wan and I are going to the bar. Do you want to come along?

Y/N never really drank but today she would make that exception.

Sure!

Ahsoka 💞: By the way, that guy I was gonna introduce you to is coming also. You don’t mind, right?

No.

Ahsoka 💞: Great I'll pick you up in 5. :)

K :))

5 minutes and a 10-minute drive later they arrived at 79’s, the busiest bar in Coruscant. As they got closer they saw Obi-Wan waiting for them outside. “Anakin said he’d be running late. But he’ll be here.” Obi-Wan said. “Ugh, Skyguy’s always running late. He’s making us look bad with Y/N” Ahsoka whined. “Now Ahsoka he probably has a good reason, let’s just wait,” Obi-Wan said calmly. “I’m sorry, but what was his name?” Y/N prayed it wasn’t who she heard. “Anakin, he’s a good friend, you’ll like him” Ahsoka reassured. HE isn’t the only one named Anakin. I mean Anakin’s a common name. I think? Y/N tried her best not to freak out, but it was hard. I blew up at him this morning and he blew up at me. Hopefully, things don't get awkward. I’m overthinking, maybe it’s not the Anakin I know. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a car park right behind them.

Anakin was so mad. How dare she get mad at him. He didn’t want this either, so why is she painting him to be the bad guy? Then he received that text from Ahsoka and he couldn’t have been more excited. He needed some drinks. His phone was ringing it was Padme:

Babe, when are you coming over? I miss you.

Sorry, I can’t go today.

You said that yesterday!

My friend invited me over. I'm going with them to a bar.

Then take me along.

Sorry, it’s just for us to hang out.

Are you cheating on me !?

You know what. This is the third time this week you’ve told me that. Call me when you get back to your senses. Goodbye!

Anakin don’t you han~

Anakin turned off his phone and threw it in the backseat. He reached 79’s parked his car and slammed his door. “Woah, someone’s cranky,” teased Ahsoka. “Not now, Snips,” Anakin laughed. “let’s go get a dri~” he stopped when she turned around.

She was ready to start crying. It was him. She had turned when she heard his voice. Wanting it to be a different person, but luck was not on her side. Anakin looked shocked. He ran up to her and hugged her. She didn’t know how to react. “Hug me back” he whispered. “You guys know each other?” Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin mentally scolded himself. Why did I run up to hug her? I always do rash things when I get nervous. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka weren’t even looking at me. They were looking at my car. I could’ve covered my shocked face. “He’s my fri~” she started. “You don’t have to lie Y/N, we are among friends. She’s my arranged fiance, you know the one I was telling you about.” Anakin said. “We should go inside to our booth, you have to explain to me what is going on. ” Ashoka said. As they were walking in, Anakin smirked and mouthed I’m the boss remember. Follow what I say. Y/N was furious. And she became more so when he wrapped his arm around her waist.

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In Red & Gold snippet

“They’ve only broken one window,” Obi-Wan offered.   “Should’ve waited for Colt,” Kote said, flat and faintly forlorn. “Colt wouldn’t throw shit in my house.”   Obi-Wan wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders, giving Fox a front row seat to the look of sheer, palpable adoration they shared before Kote decided to acknowledge that the room wasn’t empty.   “Vos’s,” He drawled, an asshole Fox loved so, so much, “The fuck did I say about not having sex in my kitchen?”   “Sex?” Bly asked, eyes half shut, stumbling into the space. “Ooo, tile.”   That he’d peeled himself off the floor at all made more sense when Bly followed the words with immediately laying down again, cheek to cool stone. “Wolffe’s being a goddamn dick.”   “Wolffe merely has a very…different perspective, on his former General.”   Wolffe was fervently pretending he thought clones and Jedi shouldn’t be romantically involved, rather than admit he possessed real, live, feelings. “He’s just pissed,” Fox said, leaning back but not- not for a second- letting go of Quinlan. “Kote didn’t invite him to his wedding.”   As though summoned by the name- equally likely following Bly to make sure he didn’t pass out somewhere dangerous, armed with water and a ferocious scowl, Wolffe said, “I’m not the one who committed treason, Foxy.”   The snap, automatic, to not fucking call him that, burned Fox’s mouth.   Turned acrid immediate, as Wolffe zeroed in on Ara, draped upright by an arm hooked around Fox’s neck. “Who the fuck are you?”   Bly, from the floor, muttered, “Wolf’ika, seriously”- If Fox hated natborns, the whole rotten core, Wolffe hated strangers just as much. More, if possible. The war had only made it worse- Wolffe, whose losses outnumbered even Fox’s, who seemed determined to tear apart anyone who could possibly threaten those that remained.   “And Vos,” Wolffe dragged out, making a judgmental face that almost, but failed, to rival Kote, “The fuck?”   Rolled facedown, Bly, unhelpfully, “Fox likes men too, you dick.”   Even less helpfully, Neyo, ease-dropping through the lovely arched space, voice raised to shout, “Fox likes people?” Right in Fox’s ear, a lifeline, a tiny breath of affection, Ara very quietly asked. “Neyo or Doom?”   “Neyo,” Quinlan said, before Fox could.   “Right,” Ara dropped a kiss to Fox’s neck and unwound from them both, springing lightly down onto her feet. “I’ll be back.”   Drink drained, she was still utterly steady. Quick and beautiful, stomp across the kitchen revealing what Fox had been too distracted to see. All along her spine, masked in the hyper-structural element of the jumpsuit she was wearing, lay a single, enormous, fuck-off of a knife, wide-across as Fox’s forearm.   Bly, who was not even pretending not to listen, groaned. “You’re a stupid fucking bitch, Neyo. Run, vod.” He rolled again, twisting to squint up at Quinlan. “Aayla would break someone in half for her husband.” “Aayla,” Quin said, with clear pity, “Doesn’t have a husband, Bly.”

#brothers being terrible brothers! #drunk baby Bly! #Ara 'never started a fistfight i didn't love' Vos #Quinlan really wants to throttle Bly #but also? he's too pathetic at this point #Bly fucking LOVES Ara okay? #that's his terrifying nightmare sister and he would in fact trade her for half the living CC's #at the center of wolffe is that fact that he really really wants nothing more than to protect his family #and he will (and has no problem with) completely doing things they hate to accomplish that #difficult loyalty but LOVE #also Wolffe is 100% the brother Fox has the Cain instinct for I don't make the rules #Ara's going to go sexily throw some men in a pond #it's a really really good night for her #Blyla in this fic are just like. Disaster best friends #they're ride or die! #they're in love! #neither of them will EVER MAKE A MOVE #they're the only straight couple and we'll let them have rights but my GOD THE PINING #in red and gold these ways of old #the whole family together is pure chaos babes

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xxxii. Beauty and Her Beast

@claudeng80 ha ha ‘a title has not helped Obi express himself better’ - truer words never spoken XD Ryuu just processes too slowly to keep up with things, and you’re so right, everyone is still shell-shocked and twisted around!

@bubblesthemonsterartist awwww, yeah, probably safe to say that Obi and Shirayuki are not doing great at seeing the bigger picture here XD I’m a little chagrined, putting them through these situations that push them so far outside their healthy canon!

@the-pompous-potato hahaha thank you for accepting my slightly contrived criteria for the wedding ceremony XD wish I were one of those authors who meticulously researches culture/history but ANS is such a mishmash! You are too sweet about the writing and feels and everything; makes me so happy to know that you’re enjoying it! <3

<<Previous || first arc || second arc || AO3

The first prince entertained very few visitors in the wake of the intensive administrative outpouring surrounding his public address.

There was too much to do, to rebalance the scales and irrigate the neglected areas of his responsibilities.

After revolving on its hinges in the days leading up to the grand announcement, Izana’s door presented now an unyielding front to almost all callers.

When Kiki Seiran presented herself, however, the guards admitted her at once.

...

She found the prince deep in thought, chin resting on a long-fingered hand. 

Only his eyelids flickered in acknowledgement of her entrance. He knew without asking what she had come to deliver to him.

She laid the report on his desk: her official account of their journey north. 

As she backed away, Kiki inclined her head in deference to his position and to the gravity of the task. He had entrusted her with a deep and dangerous secret, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

He regarded her with that slight smile that was more forbidding than another man’s frown. “Your service will not be forgotten, Kiki Seiran.”

It is a compliment, but also a promise.

...

As she turns to go, her eye catches on a pair of figures, plainly visible in the courtyard below through the prince’s sweeping glass doors.

The woman’s hair flames, while the man’s swallows the light. They linger together before parting.

He slides in the direction of the pharmacy; she starts towards the castle.

...

Kiki’s eyes dart towards the prince, but he is watching her, still with that same slight smile.

Izana is enigmatic as a mirrored window. He let you paint your thoughts onto his facade, inviting any interpretation, any fear, no matter how wild. 

All the while, he revealed nothing of himself.

...

Kiki bows herself out.

She knows without knowing how that Shirayuki wants to speak with her, so she goes to make herself available - to intercept the intended second princess before anyone else in the castle does.

Calculating without conscious effort a range of factors from the relative privacy that they might expect, to the likelihood that Shirayuki will seek her there, Kiki positions herself in an alcove with a view of the forest.

...

As she gazes on the waving branches, Kiki thinks of nothing in particular, content to wait, and see.

It is as if her body remembers for her: riding horseback, side by side, perfectly in synch.

She had known the day she met Mitsuhide that he was the man with whom she wished to spend her life. 

Subsequent exposure had served only to confirm, as snarls arose and pulled smooth in a spiral of increasing intimacy.

...

His awkwardness, his uncertainty around her, had gradually transformed from cause for misgivings into evidence in his favor.

She had weighed and measured each of his qualities, each exchange that passed between them, and found him worthy.

She no longer wondered who would preside alongside her at Seiran manor, whose crest would join hers over the fireplace in the great hall, whose name she would carve into the seal of the wooden chest delivered on her birth.

Now she doesn’t even know where he is.

...

Still that wooden chest waited.

As she grew, she had added to its contents: laboriously contrived needlework, then finer things, and more recently the delicately crafted weapons that one might slip under an embroidered sleeve or wear along with layered skirts.

The chest had accompanied Kiki to the palace alongside trunks of finery which she had made use of perhaps twice since arriving: once at the ball where she met Mitsuhide and once to play charades with Zen in the garden.

Shirayuki is smaller than I am, Kiki thought, but some of the simpler shifts might suit her. She could wear one intended for garden parties, sewn at tea-length, without having to pin up the hem.

Such a dress would easily stretch to cover Shirayuki’s ankles and render her acceptable according to the unwritten yet ironclad rules of the game that Shirayuki had decided to play.

...

Kiki had feared for her less when Shirayuki had engaged to play with Zen as her partner.

He wasn’t - hadn’t been - all wise, or impervious to attack, but he was native to it. He was also by nature brave and generous, and that, combined with his own peculiar insights into the hearts of others, meant that he had known when to bow before the rules and when to break them.

Kki had believed they would find a way together, and she had been proud to walk beside them.

...

Now she felt no such assurance.

She wouldn’t say that Shirayuki and Obi were like the blind leading the blind - despite their carelessness and outright willfulness at times, she knew them better than that.

It was more that neither spoke the language of the court from birth - and on whom could they reply to interpret?

Instead of a loving prince, they now relied for patronage on Lord Haruka, a reluctant and embittered enemy, who would have gladly seen them both vanish off the face of the earth had his duty not impelled him otherwise.

...

Kiki shook her head.

She didn’t like it any more than she had before the announcement, news which she had greeted with the grim resignation of one accustomed to witnessing births, marriages, and deaths all managed like pieces on a chessboard, as it suited the political purposes of those in power.

Shirayuki and Obi might have convinced themselves that the game was over, but Kiki knew that it had just begun.

...

...

Shirayuki saw with relief that Kiki didn’t look busy - she was only standing by a window, as if lost in thought.

She approached the other woman shyly, still more relieved when Kiki greeted her with the customary quiet smile.

Friendship was a strange thing: Shirayuki would have trusted Kiki with her life, as she had while sailing on a ship with an evil captain into unknown waters -- but now she felt nervous.

She had never asked Kiki for a favor before.

...

Shirayuki joined Kiki at the window. The thought crossed her mind that her friend looked sad, even as Shirayuki was preoccupied with churning doubts over how to broach such a sensitive subject.

“I,” she faltered, blushing. “I’ve heard that--at least, here in Clarines--”

“I have a dress that will fit you,” Kiki answered, in unhesitating agreement with the question that had yet to be asked. “You won’t need much more than that.”

“Oh,” Shirayuki squeaked. “Really?”

...

“It will be a small ceremony, and you can keep your underclothes.” Kiki paused. “Unless you want silk stockings.”

“What? No, no!” Shirayuki waved her hands, her face flaming. “That’s not--I don’t need…” She stopped when she saw a twinkle in Kiki’s eye.

Shirayuki smiled back weakly. “Thank you. That’s very kind. Very, very kind!”

...

“This way.” Kiki was already in motion. “You can have it from my chambers now.”

“From…?” Shirayuki stumbled to keep up. 

An uneasy thought struck her. “Kiki...is it...your dress?”

“Tell me if it’s too long, and we’ll find a tailor.”

...

“But!” Dismayed, Shirayuki caught at her sleeve.

Kiki looked over her shoulder, her expression gentle. “Don’t worry, Shirayuki…

“...I won’t be needing it.”

#Akagami no Shirayukihime #obiyuki #mitsukiki #PurePassion #Beauty and Her Beast #girl talk #plus the obligatory ominous politicking #long overdue chapter #a thousand thank you's to everyone staying with me

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Chrysanthemum

Hello my lovely Lights!  Happy @yamanaka-week ! This family is so underrated and deserves all the love! Hope you enjoy some cute family fluff!

Prompt: Tradition

Flower Inspiration:  The chrysanthemum represents longevity, rejuvenation and nobility in Japan. It is also the symbol of autumn, harvest and goodwill. Because of its auspicious meaning, the flower frequently appears on decorations, accessories, porcelains, kimonos and obis, as well as Japan's 50 yen coin. People give red chrysanthemums to loved and respected people.

Summary:  Sai is ready to propose to Ino, he just has a few people he needs to speak to first. 

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Chrysanthemum

Shikamaru and Choji were initially both surprised by Sai’s invitation to lunch. Over the years they’d become closer to him, especially given his relationship with Ino. Still, it wasn’t often that it was just the three of them together. They knew that whatever the case was it had something to do with their blonde teammate. 

“Thank you both for coming. I had something important that I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Sure Sai, what’s going on?”

“I’m planning on proposing to Ino.” They both offered their congratulations neither entirely surprised by the revelation.

“I already spoke to her mother who has given her support and we also prayed at  Inoichi’s gravesite.” 

--

It was easy to pick out Inoichi’s resting place amongst the others.  Bright flowers consistently adorned the very spot.

Sai had just spoken to Ino’s mother about his plans. She’d burst into excited tears at the idea.  Offering her blessing and support enthusiastically. She’d always approved of his relationship with her daughter. Seeing how kind, respectful, and caring he’d been. Marriage was the next logical step. 

They both knew though where their next stop would be.

Sai met Inoichi a few times in passing. He was a great ninja, an even better man. Unfortunately, he’d never met him in the capacity as Ino’s significant other. Ino and her mother both assured him that he’d approve. 

They both placed new flowers and various offerings at the site. Launching into familiar prayers before beginning their own. 

“Darling, Sai has something he’d like to talk to you about.” He could see an incredible love still in her eyes for her husband. It only made him hope that he and Ino would have that kind of everlasting love. 

“Yamanaka-San, your daughter is kind and beautiful.  She is strong, loyal and her heart is unlike any other. You helped raise a wonderful person.  With your wife’s blessing and I hope yours I will be asking her to marry me.    I know that more than anything she wishes that you could be here. I hate that I can’t give her that but I promise I will do everything I can to ensure her days are filled with light. I’ll shoulder the legacy that you’ve left and stand by Ino’s side as she leads the clan. I pray that you continue to watch over us and that you bless our marriage.” 

“Do you hear that? Our baby is going to be married soon. She’s all grown up now.”  Sai could hear the tears in her voice.  He wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder.

“I know that Sai will take care of her and the clan. We’re all safe with him. So please rest easy my darling. We’re all okay here.” 

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“Since her father passed away, you two are the closest males in her life. Her brothers if you will. It is only fitting that I speak to you both.”

“Sai…”

“You don’t have to-“

He waved off their protests knowing that this was what he wanted to do.  “It’s tradition to speak to my future fiancé’s family.  I’m not asking permission. I would ask her to marry me regardless. She will decide if she wants to or not. I am simply asking for your blessing and support.”

His eyes took on a familiar thoughtful quality. 

“If she does decide to marry me our child will be part of the next generation of InoShikaCho. It’s not just marrying into the Yamanaka clan. I’m also asking that you accept me into this family.”

They were both floored by the thought that he’d put into all of this. Just what proposing and marrying Ino would mean. 

“I know that I don’t have much that I can offer her but I promise that I will do my best to make her happy.” 

“Of course Sai.”

“You already make her happy. That’s more than enough for us.”

“You’re our friend and comrade. We’re happy to have you become part of our family as well.” 

Sai couldn’t express just how relieved he was that the important people in Ino’s life had accepted him and supported their nuptials. He knew that no matter what he’d have asked her to marry him. It just helped to know that they were all in his corner. 

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A few days later under the light of a million stars and surrounded by an ocean of flowers carrying those blessings with him Sai proposed.  

He was never one for flowery words or elaborate poems. He’d already expressed so much of himself to her family that his proposal was simple.  Despite their time together she always left him a little tongue-tied.  Still, she accepted with crystal tears in her blue eyes and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t shed a few of his own. They sat there together, dreaming of what the future had in store for them.  

“I spoke to your father.”  Ino glanced up at him confused.

“When I realized just how much I wanted to marry you I read a few books.  It’s common practice to approach the family of the person that you will be proposing to.  To ask for their blessing and permission.  So I spoke to your mother and we visited your father.  I know that not having your father around for this and the actual wedding day will be difficult.  I’d like to believe though that he is here and he’s celebrating with us.

Ino hid her tears against his chest surprised and moved by the gesture.  There was little more that she wanted than to have her father there especially for the wedding day.  Knowing that he couldn’t be there was painful.  There were so many milestones that she wished he could be there for.   But like Sai had expressed she was sure that he was there watching over them.  

“Thank you Sai, that means so much to me.  When I was younger I would tell my dad all about what I wanted for my wedding day.  We thought about the dress, food and the flowers. All those little details. But he always came back to the idea that the most important thing was the person that was standing right next to me.  I know that I have the best person to walk through life with.  I’m excited to marry you Sai and I can’t wait to see what wonderful adventures life has for us.”

He pulled her into a warm kiss.  Able to see that future in her eyes.   Amazed that one day soon she’d be his wife.  

The world hadn’t been entirely fair to either of them but they had each other and the love of their family and friends.  That alone made it a beautiful life. 

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I love them!!  I wish that Inoichi was around and it's complete bs that he isn't!  :/  Also I hate that we don’t know Ino’s mom’s name.  How precious is Sai, you know that he probably read books about proposing and marriage.  I’m not too familiar with Japanese wedding traditions but if they followed some western customs I hc that Shikamaru and Chouji walk Ino down the aisle.  At least for the first part then Ino walks herself the rest of the way. 

I have just a few quick little ficlets for the rest of the week so I look forward to everyone’s submissions!

#yamanakaweek2021 #yamanakaweek #tradition #day 1 #saiino #inosai #yamanaka family #i miss inoichi #i need fluffy fics with inoichi and his wife #inoshikacho #Team 10 #chrysanthemum #flowering

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Tossing the Script out the Airlock (and Good Riddance to it)

[Rating: Teen] || hurt/comfort, suspected infidelity, polyamorous relationships, made up Stewjoni biology because George Lucas didn’t say Obi-Wan wasn’t a little weird and if he’s gonna give his birth planet a stupid name then I’m gonna give him stupid biology tweaks, and use of Dai Bendu, the language of the Jedi (translations at the bottom of the post)

tw: mentions of grooming (because Palpatine)

Ships: Bail Organa/Obi-Wan, Bail/Breya, Anakin/Padmé

Palpatine tries to convince Anakin that Padmé is cheating on him with Obi-Wan. Anakin confronts his friend about it, finds out a bit more than he bargained for, and not at all what he was expecting to. 

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From the Revenge of the Sith Novelization:

“That’s why I put you on the Council. If the rumors are true, you may be democracy's last hope.”

Anakin let his chin sink once more to his chest and his eyelids scraped shut. It seemed like he was always somebody’s last hope.

Why did everyone always have to make their problems into his problems? Why can’t people just let him be?

How is he supposed to deal with all this one Padmé could die?

He said slowly, eyes still closed, “you still haven’t told me what this has to do with Obi-Wan.”

“Ah, that – well, that is the difficult part. The disturbing part. It seems that Master Kenobi has been in contact with a certain Senator who is known to be among the leaders of this cabal. Apparently, very close contact. The rumor is that he was seen leaving the Senator’s residence this very morning, at an… unseemly hour.”

“Who?” Anakin opened his eyes and sat forward. “Who is this Senator? Let’s go question him.”

“I’m sorry, Anakin. But the Senator in question is, in fact, a *her*. A woman you know quite well, in fact.”

“You–” He wasn’t hearing this. He couldn’t be. “You mean–”

Anakin choked on her name.

Palpatine gave him a look of melancholy sympathy. “I’m afraid so.”

Anakin coughed his voice back to life. “That’s *impossible!* I would *know*– she doesn’t… she couldn’t–”

“Sometimes the closest,” Palpatine said sadly, “are those who cannot see.”

Revenge of the Sith, Matthew Stover, p. 250

°|●.*•

This is it. Anakin is going to just… ask him. He’s not sure what he’ll do if he finds out Obi-Wan has been sleeping with his wife, but…

Well, he’ll figure that out if it’s true.

He went to Padmé’s apartment, felt for himself the evidence that Obi-Wan had been there.

Now, he needs the truth. He needs to be wrong.

“So… I heard you spent a late night with a senator,” he asks, trying not to sound overly accusing. Obi-Wan always gives him the benefit of the doubt.

Several emotions flicker across Obi-Wan’s face then. He eventually fixes his gaze on Anakin, a modicum of panic in his eyes. Anakin’s heart sinks.

The next words out of his old Master’s mouth, however, catch him by surprise.

“You… know about Bail?”

Anakin’s eyes go wide. No, he didn’t–

– but he can’t help thinking he knew it, it was a male senator –

– “Bail?” He blurts out, confusion showing. “No, Palpatine said–”

“– Palpatine saw me with Bail?” Obi-Wan asks, his voice rising an octave.

“No–” Anakin insists, hands going up in a placating gesture. “Not– I didn’t know about Bail. I uh. Palpatine told me he heard you were seen leaving Padmé Amidala’s Apartment.” He explains, and some of the worry drains from Obi-Wan.

“Oh,” he says, sounding infinitely relieved. “No, I, er. Well, I definitely haven’t been making ‘late visits’ to Senator Amidala.” He gives Anakin a curious sort of look. “I hear she’s spoken for, not that I would pursue her, in any case. It would be… awkward.”

“Awkward?” Anakin asks, feeling as if he’s missing something.

Obi-Wan gives a tired sort of smile. “Besides the fact that my preference is not for the fairer sex; she once made an advance, and I turned her down.” Seeing Anakin’s flaring temper, he is quick to clarify, “long before your knighting, Anakin. But, as I said, awkward.”

Anakin nods, appeased. Then, he remembers there’s a more important topic to focus on here. “So… Bail?”

The reaction is immediate; Obi-Wan’s face blushing a dark red as he looks away. “Yes, I– if you could keep that to yourself, I’d appreciate it.”

To hell with it, Anakin thinks. “Sure Master, I’ll keep your senator a secret if you keep mine.”

“The fact that you think your relationship with Senator Amidala is a secret is adorable,” Obi-Wan responds, a glint of amusement in his eye. “Half the council is still asking me why they weren’t invited to the wedding; I can’t give them an answer, as I wasn’t invited either.”

Anakin looks shocked by that information, which is truly endearing. “Wait, they aren’t mad?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head. “You proved to me that you could put responsibility over your wife on Geonosis. Relationships aren’t forbidden so long as there’s not an unhealthy attachment involved. Anyways, we’ve always bent the rules a bit for you.”

Anakin feels as if a weight has been removed from his shoulders. A weight that Palpatine put there, he thinks.

The old man has been wrong about the Jedi on two accounts now… why does Anakin hold what he says about the Jedi in such regard?

Perhaps he should fact-check more of the Chancellor’s absurd claims.

“Ah.” Anakin responds intelligently. “… so why does your, um, thing with Bail need to stay a secret?”

Obi-Wan’s red cheeks return once more. “Well. A… few reasons. Not that I think I’d be in trouble for it, but… I’d like to respect Bail’s privacy. He is, after all, Married.”

“Does Breha not know?”

“She knows,” Obi-Wan assures his former Padawan. “I wouldn’t agree otherwise. But that doesn’t mean they want the whole senate knowing about their … arrangement with me; or others.”

Again, Anakin nods to show his understanding. “The less people who know, the better. Right…”

“Exactly.”

“Still,” Anakin starts, bemused, “I didn’t take you for the 'mistress’ type.”

A complicated flurry of emotions cross his friend’s face. “… neither do I,” he responds, a little clipped. “I think of myself more as Bail’s type.”

Anakin realizes how insensitive that came off a bit too late. “I’m sorry–”

Obi-Wan waves him off. “It’s difficult to understand when I haven’t explained. Bail is Bi; he generally prefers men, but his heart belongs fully to Breha. I prefer men as well, and I have… a condition… so we came to a mutually beneficial arrangement, in which Bail and I enjoy one another while on Coruscant, as he and Breha cannot be together as often as they’d like to be.”

Anakin gets all that, he does. But one thing sticks out to him that he feels needs to be clarified. “You have a condition?” Is Obi-Wan sick?

If its possible, Obi-Wan grows more embarrassed. “Well, I’m from Stewjon.”

That clears nothing up.

At Anakin’s clueless expression, Obi-Wan sighs and explains. “Right, quick biology lesson. Somewhere down the evolutionary line, it was decided that Stewjonians need more incentive to reproduce. So, while it isn’t necessary in order to live out a full, average life span, our bodies naturally produce more beneficial hormones during sexual intercouse. This means, the more I…” he pauses, looking displeased by the verbal corner he’s painted himself into. “… get laid, the slower I age, the faster I heal, and the less sleep I need. All beneficial to fighting a war, yes?”

That’s all news to Anakin. Fascinating. “So do you have… other arrangements too?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head. “As of now, just Bail. I could, of course, visit the lower levels to the same effect, but I find it safer and more preferable to have intercourse with someone I like and trust.” Less likely to catch something that way, too.

Anakin nods, strange mixtures of relief and utter confusion swirling in his mind. At least he knows Obi-Wan has no interest in Padmé… but that doesn’t explain the way he felt his presence in the force, in her apartment.

“Okay. Uh.” He hesitates, knowing there’s no real, good way to word this. “Just… to be 100% clear, you’re not having secret meetings with Padmé in an attempt to overthrow Palpatine and the Senate?”

The look Obi-Wan gives Anakin would make someone think he had just grown a second head.

“… no, wherever did you hear such nonsense?”

Anakin rubs the back of his neck, feeling the last bit of worry ebb away. “Just rumors.”

Obi-Wan shakes his head. “Truly, the Senate gossip gets wildly out of hand. I’ll admit, I do on occasion have tea with Padmé, but there’s nothing treasonous about friends visiting one another and trading stories and doing each other’s makeup from time to time.” He pauses. “And while neither of us have very high opinions on Chancellor Palpatine’s term, there’s no plot against him, as far as I am aware. We are both just eager for this war to end, and for him to release his emergency powers so the Republic can return to democracy.”

“You think his rule is undemocratic?” Anakin asks, looking appalled by the idea.

“He’s been in power long past his elected term,” Obi-Wan points out. “A new Chancellor should have been elected already. Over this time, he has used the war to gain far more emergency powers than any one person should hold.”

Sensing Anakin’s impending argument, he continues. “… Of course, this makes it far simpler to fight a war; I simply worry that when the war has ended… he won’t give up his power so easily. He has resisted peace talks, and every other attempt to bring this war to an end sooner. So I… have concerns.” He gives Anakin a tired sort of smile. “But last I checked, he hasn’t yet made it treasonous for Padmé and I to exercise our right to free speech.”

“Of course not,” Anakin responds, sounding distracted. He’s always thought having one person to make decisions was a good thing… or, does he just think that because Palpatine has told him it’s a better idea so many times?

He has many things to question. But, more importantly right now, Obi-Wan mentioned make-up?

Anakin shakes himself from his thoughts, giving his friend a curious look. “Uh. Rewind a second. Did you say Padmé did your make-up?”

“And I did hers,” Obi-Wan answers easily. “We both had dates.”

That would explain why they were, in some cases, sitting closer than friends would; as far as he could tell in the force.

“Bail takes you on dates?” Anakin asks, curious but trying his best not to be pushy about it. This is something new, which he never anticipated learning about his Master… he wants to know more, but as a Jedi with his own secret significant Senator, he understands the secrecy.

“Not all of them are Bail,” Obi-Wan answers after a moment, as if weighing how much he should admit to. “But yes, he does. He’s quite a gentleman really; I do look for other potential partners, but I fear he’s spoiled me for most.”

Anakin can imagine; having a Senator as a partner is pretty nice. “The tea is that good?”

“And the company,” Obi-Wan agree, a crinkle at the corner of his eyes. “I’ll admit… I’m glad you know now. I don’t like keeping secrets from you.”

That warms Anakin’s heart, so much that he doesn’t quite know how to express it, so he deflects. “If you have pictures of yourself in that makeup, you better not keep them secret anymore,” he teases with a grin.

the teasing pulls a laugh from Obi-Wan, who shakes his head. “I don’t; but I’m certain Padmé has plenty. I think she even took a few of us the one time Bail stopped by her apartment to pick me up.”

Oh, he is definitely getting those from his wife later. “So Padmé knows about you two?”

“She introduced us,” Obi-Wan admits fondly. “I don’t share details with her, but she’s a smart woman.”

That she is. “Why am I the last to find out?” He protests, trying his best not to let it come out sounding whiny. 

“Because, my dear padawan,” Obi-Wan starts, gently ribbing him. “You are a dear friend, and an unparalleled partner in combat, but you can’t keep a secret to save your life.”

“I can keep a secret!” he argues! “I swear, Master, no one else will ever know. I only talk to you and Padmé, anyways.” He pauses, “Well, and Palpatine.”

“And he mustn’t know,” Obi-Wan insists, more serious now. “Bail is one of the leading senators advocating for clone rights and peace talks, Anakin. He is a good man. And, he disagrees with Palpatine quite often. I shudder to think what the Chancellor would do with this information, should he find out. I wouldn’t put it past him to use it in an attempt to not only discredit Bail, but to berate the Jedi as well.”

“But neither of you are doing anything wrong,” Anakin states, frowning.

Obi-Wan’s eyes close for a moment. “And it’s not wrong for a system to want to remain neutral and out of the war, yes? And yet, Palpatine did everything in his power to try to strongarm Republic forces onto Mandalore, even rushing a vote 3 days ahead of time, without Satine present, based on a doctored holorecording.”

Anakin doesn’t look at it that way… but he’s not going to argue with Obi-Wan where Satine is involved. Though he now questions how romantic their relationship really was, he knows they were, at the very least, close.

“Just please, don’t tell him, Anakin.” Obi-Wan persists, looking up at his friend beseechingly. “If for no other reason than Bail values his privacy.”

“Of course,” Anakin agrees easily. “Like I said, I won’t tell anyone. I just… nobody really talks to me about Palpatine like you are now. I guess most people know he’s my friend and are too afraid to say anything less than flattering… You’re giving me things to think about.”

“I try to be honest with you whenever I can,” Obi-Wan responds cautiously. “You aren’t a child anymore, and though old habits are hard to break, I don’t want to keep sheltering you as if you aren’t a capable adult.”

“I sense you have more to say,” Anakin prompts when Obi-Wan doesn’t immediately continue.

His friend nods, looking troubled. “I know he is a close friend of yours, Anakin, and one of the few people you knew and liked here, after leaving your home. Which is why I–mistakenly, I think–didn’t object to his interest in you. Initially, I had hoped another friend would make your transition from Tatooine to Coruscant easier… but… well. I find the way he treats you… inappropriate. In some cases, predatory.”

And with those words, Anakin suddenly feels on the defensive. No, Palpatine is his friend, like a grandfather to him. He isn’t… predatory, or–

Obi-Wan’s hands are up even before Anakin can think of a rebuttal. “I don’t claim to know all the details… but the fact that when you were younger, you didn’t feel comfortable telling me anything of your activities on your outings with him says quite a lot, Anakin. And more than that, when I started to suspect something was amiss, and attempted to join you on visits with him, or simply ensure you weren’t left alone with him, he used his position as the Chancellor to strongarm me into backing down. It was… is, concerning.”

And, that’s news to Anakin. He understands why Obi-Wan hadn’t told him sooner, too. He was a headstrong kid; any attempt to protect him, especially from someone he saw as a friend, Anakin would have just taken as Obi-Wan ‘controlling’ him. He knows better now; after years of being Obi-Wan’s equal. But then, it may have just pushed him away, and further from where Obi-Wan could attempt to protect him.

Still, he feels the need to explain himself. “It’s not– He didn’t do anything… like that…” He starts, floundering a little. “It’s just, I didn’t want to tell you, because he took me places I shouldn’t really be going, and I had fun, so…” might as well come clean now, it’s not like he can get in trouble for it anymore. “He used to take me on trips to the lower levels, like, clubs. And he taught me how to make a chance cube land on the side I wanted, so we would find corrupt senators, and cheat them out of their credits. And, Palpatine said he gave the money to charities, so we were doing good things, you know?”

Obi-Wan closes his eyes, and Anakin is reminded of when he tested his patience early on as a padawan, and his Master would silently count to keep himself calm.

He hasn’t needed to in a long time, not since well before Anakin was knighted.

And despite what the action reminds him of, Anakin knows his Master’s temper isn’t directed at him.

“… Anakin,” he starts, tone gentle but tight. “Please, just. For a moment, put Ahsoka in your place. If she was telling you what you are telling me now… what would you think?”

And Anakin’s gut does a flip, because deep down, he already knows.

He… he knows that Palpatine uses him, says one thing and does another, feeds him constant doubt about his friends, about the Jedi…

He knows this, and yet, no one before has had the nerve to say anything even slightly negative about Palpatine to his face. No one has ever dared do anything but say how great his close friend, the Chancellor, is.

Because like Anakin, people are afraid of him.

He feels a tremble start in his fingers, finally faced to acknowledge how afraid he is. How much it terrifies him to know that Palpatine holds all his secrets, that should Anakin ever be less than his enthusiastic friend, he could be ruined.

He, the hero with no fear… is afraid; a frightened boy in the face of a decrepit old man.

And only now can he show it, in the presence of the only person he’s ever known to have the courage to speak up about someone so untouchable.

As if sensing Anakin’s oncoming panic, Obi-Wan interrupts his thoughts, voice kind and sad. “Anakin, dear one, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He moves closer, and any restraint Anakin had breaks.

He feels 9 years old again, lost and seeking comfort in Obi-Wan’s arms. “I can’t say no,” he whispers brokenly. “Master– Jaieh, I’m terrified of him.”

Hearing Anakin call him Jaieh, like he hasn’t since he was young, since it was too hard for him to call anyone ‘Master’ without dredging up bad memories, Obi-Wan accepts Anakin into his arms, no hesitation or holding back.

Anakin needs support right now, needs to know that he isn’t alone in this, that if he asks, Obi-Wan would walk right into Hell with him. “Enoah foh bika, Anakin.” he promises him, reassures him. “Enoah foh mikeelal.”

“Paienoah kodaih bika,” Anakin says, but it comes out unsure, like he’s asking. Like he doesn’t know if he’s accepted, if he’s really not alone in this.

Obi-Wan’s heart aches, and he holds Anakin closer, pressing a reassuring kiss to his temple. “Haj Dai, Anakin. Paienoah kodaih bika.”

Anakin shatters then– or it feels like he does. So many doubts, so many fears, and Obi-Wan bats them all aside with a few words. Words said so easily, words Anakin feared shouldn’t apply to him.

He cries, his earlier suspicions and anger forgotten, absolved now, as he is faced with the truth that Obi-Wan cares for him; that his best friend is his truest ally, that Obi-Wan accepts him and will always accept him.

As he allows himself to acknowledge that Palpatine is a liar and a manipulator, and he is (and always has been) coming up with vile falsities in his attempts to drive a wedge between Anakin and Obi-Wan; the one person he can rely on absolutely.

And through it all, through his tears and his shattered sense of self, Obi-Wan holds onto him; not judgement or disgust, nothing but kindness and acceptance as he carefully picks up the pieces and helps Anakin piece himself back together.

How he could ever doubt Obi-Wan’s character… he would say he doesn’t know, but he remembers. He knows all the little things Palpatine said, all the betrayals he implied, the way he twisted Anakin’s thoughts to see himself pitted against Obi-Wan instead of regarded with him, as he should. They are a team, The Team.

He should have recognized long ago that their accomplishments aren’t a competition, they are an accumulation of the good they can both do, together and apart.

Anakin may be late, but late is better than never, and he recognizes it now, at his lowest and most vulnerable moment. A competitor wouldn’t hold him and build him back up, stronger than before. A friend does that, a friend and mentor and good person.

When he can speak, albeit in a watery way, Anakin wipes his eyes, face still hidden in his Master’s shoulder. “What am I going to do?”

The answer doesn’t come immediately, and that in itself is a reassurance. Anakin doesn’t want unthought-out platitudes, he wants honesty, and preferably, a plan.

“I don’t know what we can do right this moment, Anakin.” Obi-Wan admits. “He is still the Chancellor… and that won’t change until we end this war. But I can promise you this, my dear padawan, you will never have to go see him alone. You need only ask, and I will be by your side. And as soon as circumstances change, I will do all there is in my power to make sure he never comes near you again, Anakin.”

He sniffles, more reassured by the realistic response than he could ever be by promises that can’t be fulfilled.

“Then we’ll just have to try harder to end this war, huh?” Anakin goes for an optimistic tone, hugging Obi-Wan more snugly.

Another comforting kiss goes to his temple. Obi-Wan is frugal with his shows of affection, so it means all the more now that he is giving them so openly. “We will, Anakin.” He promises, and his voice is so steady, so sure, the rock that Anakin can always lean against. “Together, I doubt there’s anything you and I can’t do.”

“Together,” Anakin agrees, a knot in his very soul coming loose. 

Obi-Wan is right. They are The Team, and that isn’t just a title. Together, they can do anything they set their minds to.

They can defeat Sith Lords, they can end a war, and maybe, just maybe, they can even save Anakin Skywalker’s soul from the Devil.

°|●.*•

Dai Bendu Translations

“Jaieh” || ● Simplified Meaning: Master

Literal Meaning

roots: ‘je’- mystic, ‘ai’- mastery, non ownership. so ‘one who is a Master in the ways of the Force’, implying more like a teacher than an owner.

“Enoah foh bika, Anakin. Enoah foh mikeelal” || ● Simplified Meaning: I am here, Anakin. I am with you.

Literal Meaning

Enoah fo - I am (in a permanent state, not transitive) 

bika- here

[Anakin]

Enoah foh- I am (in a permanent state) 

mikeelal - comitative ‘you’/with you.

“Paienoah kodaih bika.” || ● Simplified Meaning: We are here together, now and forever.

Literal Meaning

Paienoah - We are (in a permanent state, and this has implications for the future)

kodaih - Exclusionary ‘We’ - all of us jedi (exclusionary, implying the inclusion of Anakin in the Jedi and alluding to the exclusion of Palpatine as not a Jedi)

bika - here. 

so essentially, “We are jedi, and we are together, and Palpatine is not, and this matters for the future.”

“Haj Dai, Anakin. Paienoah kodaih bika.” || ● Simplified Meaning: Yes, Anakin. We are here together, now and forever.

Literal Meaning

Haj Dai - literally ‘Force Wills’, a reassuring ‘yes’.

[Anakin]

Paienoah - We are (in a permanent state, and this has implications for the future) [italics stress is on ‘are’]

kodaih - Exclusionary ‘We’ - all of us jedi (exclusionary, implying the inclusion of Anakin in the Jedi and alluding to the exclusion of Palpatine as not a Jedi)

bika - here. 

so essentially, “Of course, Anakin. We are jedi, and we are together, and Palpatine is not, and this matters for the future.”

Thanks to @jasontoddiefor @ghostwriterofthemachine for the translations to Dai Bendu, their fancrafted Jedi Language!

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[youngcheesecaketale]

Clonetober #21 Clones and Their Jedi(s) 3/10 part 3

WARNING: There are kisses, hugs and Cody helping Obi Wan get changed. You have been warned!

In the last Story, Cody was proposing to Obi Wan but Fives, Hardcase, and Anakin missed up his plan to propose to Obi Wan. Cody told Obi Wan that he wanted to propose to him and Obi Wan wanted to propose to Cody. They both tried to propose to each other. Obi Wan and Cody knew who messed up Cody’s plan and used HIS AMAZON account. He fainted when he saw that they bought “18 ITEMS” for a total of $6,341.00. Now, I’m going to tell you how their wedding went. (Just to let you know that when I wrote my Clonetober #20 Captain Rex, I realized that I wrote that Cody and Obi Wan were already married and that Riyo was still pregnant. So...let’s just say that they were NOT married yet when Riyo was pregnant.)

Once Cody woke up, he asked Obi Wan if he did propose to him or if it was a dream. Obi Wan laughed and said that it wasn’t a dream and that they both proposed to each other. Cody smiled and gave Obi Wan a kiss. He told Obi Wan that they should start planning their wedding but realized that THOSE 3 spent so MUCH MONEY ON Cody’s AMAZON account. Obi Wan told him that he wrote to the website telling them that someone else used his account and that they are giving him a refund. Cody smiled then asked Obi Wan, “Did you keep the 3 Men Pink Bunny Onesies?” Obi Wan nodded his head. Cody gave Obi Wan a kiss and started thinking of things they would need for their PERFECT WEDDING!

Cody and Obi Wan started planning their wedding. They wrote down a list of ideas they wanted for their wedding. They were thinking of having it on Naboo in the Forest but remembered that there were EWOKS. Cody had an idea that they should have it on Kamino but then realized that it always rains there. Obi Wan suggested that they should have it on the planet Scarif on the Beach but he did tell Anakin once that he would be his BEST MAN at his wedding and that Anakin HATES SAND. They were still having a hard time deciding on where they should have it when Rex popped in and told them a PERFECT place they should have their wedding when he and Ahsoka were looking for a place to have their wedding at. Rex suggested that they could have it at the same place where he and Ahsoka had there’s on Alderaan. Cody and Obi Wan nodded at each other and decided to have it on Alderaan. They thank Rex as he leaves the room. After they found a place for their wedding, Obi Wan called Chancellor Bail Organa if they could have their wedding on Alderaan. Bail told him yes if he invites him to their wedding.

Obi Wan assured him that he was invited to their wedding. Bail was happy to hear that and told them to let him know if he can help in any way. Both Obi Wan and Cody agreed.

Once they had decided on where they should have the wedding, they made a list and invitations to invite for their wedding. Cody made invitations to Rex, Jesse, Kix, Echo, Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Omega, Waxer, Boil, Wrecker, Fives, Hardcase, Shaak Ti, ARC Trooper Colt, ARC Trooper Blitz, ARC Trooper Havoc, 99, Wolffe, and Fox. He just realized that Fox and Riyo were having their baby(s) now. He didn’t want to not invite his Brother Fox but he also didn’t want him away from Riyo and their baby(s). Obi Wan told him that they can send them a link for them to watch live so Fox and Riyo wouldn’t miss their wedding. Cody kissed Obi Wan and told him he was the best. Once Cody had his invitations done, Obi Wan started his invitations. He chose Bail Organa, Anakin & Padme and their kids Luke and Leia, Qui-Gon Jinn, Ahsoka, Master Yoda, Mace Windu, Kit Fisto, Aayla Secura, Adi Gallia, and Luminara Unduli. He was almost going to invite Duchess Satine Kryze but Cody asked Obi Wan, “I don’t think you should invite your EX-GIRLFRIEND to our wedding.” When Cody said that, Obi Wan agreed to not invite her but didn’t want to make a good friend upset for not inviting her to their wedding. Cody told him that everything would be OK. Obi Wan hugged Cody and gave him a kiss.

Now that they got the guest list done and the invitations sent out, they decided to return to their own rooms and have a good night sleep and talk about more ideas for their wedding in the morning. They kissed each other and headed to their own rooms. (I wish that they would hide the name list after they were done because….well…..umm...Let’s just say that someone else found an extra invitation.)

The next morning, Cody was already dressed and ready to start planning more about their wedding. He went to peek in Obi Wan’s room and saw that he was still asleep. Cody decided to not wake his fiancé and go eat breakfast with his little Brother Rex. When he got to the mess hall, everyone was CONGRATS on their wedding. Cody told them thanks as he got his food and sat by Rex. Rex asked him where his fiancé was. Cody told him that he was sleeping and didn’t want to wake him up. He also told Rex that he thinks that Obi Wan didn’t get a goodnight sleep. Rex asked how do you know if he didn’t have a goodnight sleep. Cody told Rex that there were 5 mugs of tea and papers all over the floor. Rex and Cody just laughed after what Cody told Rex. Cody asked Rex if he would be his BEST MAN at their wedding. Rex asked Cody, “Me?! I thought that you were going to choose either Waxer or Boil.” Cody told Rex that he didn’t want Waxer and Boil to start an argument on which one Cody loves more. After Rex heard that, he agreed and told him that he would be honored to be his BEST MAN at his wedding. Cody smiled at Rex and the 2 of them started to finish their breakfast. 

After Cody and Rex were done eating, Cody got a message on his Comlink. It was Obi Wan.

Obi Wan: Cody? Did you take the guest list?

Cody: No. Why?

Obi Wan: I wanted to let Bail Organa know how many people are attending our wedding.

Cody: Isn’t on the coffee….

Rex: Hey Obi Wan.

Obi Wan: Rex? What are you doing? Does Cody have his Comlink Volume up for everyone to hear?

Rex: No. We just finished breakfast.

Obi Wan: Oh. I see. Rex?

Rex: Yes Sir?

Obi Wan: Where is Fives, Hardcase, and Anakin….?

BIG CRUSH SOUND

Obi Wan: Nevermind. 

Cody: Are you OK Obi?

Obi Wan: (sighs) I’m fine...ANAKIN! PUT HARDCASE DOWN!

Anakin: Don’t worry Master. I got it all under…..(Hardcase knocked Obi Wan’s favorite Vase) control? Hardcase? Are you OK?

Hardcase: OK? I’M GREAT! Hey! Do you want to play a prank on Jesse and Kix?

Anakin: Sure!

Fives: OH NO! YOU’RE NOT!

Anakin:....

Hardcase:….

Obi Wan: (sigh) Well at least Fives….

Fives: NOT WITHOUT ME! CAME ON! LETS GO!

Anakin and Hardcase: ALRIGHT!

Obi Wan:.....

Rex: I’ll go get them while you guys finish your planning.

Obi Wan: Thank you Rex.

Rex: No problem. I’ll see you later Bro.

Cody: Thanks. Obi Wan? Are you still there?

Obi Wan:.....

Cody: Stay right there. I’m coming.

When Cody saw Obi Wan standing in front of their Break Room. Before Cody could say anything, Obi Wan pointed to their Break Room. When Cody looked at what Obi Wan was pointing at, he was frustrated when he saw what THOSE 3 did. The room was a mess. Plants were tipped over and their ceramic pots destroyed and the place was literally on fire. The sprinklers were going off and the smoke detector was on fire! Somehow the sprinklers were able to short circuit it, making it explode and catch on fire. Cody was going to leave but didn’t because Obi Wan was crying. Cody went over to comfort him. Cody hugged him and rubbed his head, telling him it’s OK. As he said that, Obi Wan pointed to the table. When Cody saw what was once on it, he was SO LIVID! THOSE 3 destroyed Obi Wan’s FAVORITE Ceremonial Tea Set that his Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn gave him as a gift for his Birthday! As Cody was holding

Obi Wan, Cody called Waxer and Boil on his Comlink and told them that this was “Code O.N.A.M.B.F.A.” (Obi Needs A Major Break From Anakin). When Waxer and Boil heard that, they told Cody that they were on it. Cody put this together before when he saw how Obi Wan would sometimes get when Anakin did something STUPID. Cody carried Obi Wan to his room where Waxer and Boil already finished setting up Code O.N.A.M.B.F.A and left the room so Obi Wan could relax. This “CODE” was only meant for Obi Wan. This Code meant that Waxer and Boil make Obi Wan’s favorite Chamomile Tea and soft flute music that is played from the Holopad. Cody did something a little bit more for Obi that day. Since Obi-Wan’s room had a bathtub in it, he decided to make him a soothing bath with unscented bath salt. He also got some REALLY COMFY PJS and WARM FUZZY SOCKS for Obi Wan to wear. He was going to give it to him for Christmas, but he decided to give it to him NOW.

Once Cody got Obi Wan to his room, he had Obi Wan sit on the bed and told him to drink the tea. Obi Wan agreed as he was trying to drink his tea but was spilling it. He was still shaken after what THOSE 3 did. I forgot to mention that when Fives saw Anakin using the force to make Hardcase fly, Fives ran to the supply room and got a jet pack backpack so HE could join in the fun. Anyway, when Cody saw his fiancé in shock, he went over to him and knelt down. He told Obi Wan that everything was OK. Obi Wan calmed down after what Cody said to him. Cody stood up and told him that he would be right back. Before Cody was heading in Obi Wan’s bathroom, he turned on the Holopad so Obi Wan could start to relax some more. Once Obi Wan finished his tea, Cody told him that he had a surprise for him. Obi Wan was still a little bit shaken as he was trying to get the image of the mess out of his head. Cody decided to pick him up and take him to the bathroom. Cody still saw the look on Obi Wan’s face and reassured him that everything is going to be OK. Cody started getting Obi Wan undressed and lifted him in the warm soothing bath. Obi Wan now started to relax. He told Cody that he was the best as Cody kissed Obi Wan forehead. Cody was about to leave the room when he saw Obi Wan start to fall asleep in the bathtub. He chuckled to himself and lifted Obi Wan out of the tub and started to dress Obi Wan in his COMFY PJS and FUZZY SOCKS. Cody decided to have Obi Wan lay on his chest as Obi Wan started to fall asleep knowing that he had a great fiancé who cared so much about him.

Thank you for reading my Story. Please let me know how you like it. I will get part 4 soon of this story. You have permission to reblog my story. If I forgot anyone in the taglist, please let me know.

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[nanagoswife]

Will You Come To My Wedding?

Summary: You ask your lifetime friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi, a question that he's not sure how to answer.

W/C: 2.2k

Warnings: angst, FLUFF

A/N: So, in the next few days, there will also be a NSFW version that will come out. These 2.2k words will all be the same, the ending will just be added to. Either way, I hope you enjoy (Also, this main part of the story is gender neutral and doesn't have any Y/N)

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“Will you come to my wedding?” you said suddenly from beside Obi-Wan.

He froze. Moments before, the two of you were laying in a comfortable silence next to each other in a park. You had wanted to go out to star gaze, saying that no one was able to. Whether it was work or they just didn’t want to, that left Obi-Wan as a last resort.

It had slightly stung when he heard he was the last person you asked, but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t let his inane crush for you get in the way of your friendship. The two of you had known each other ever since you were children.

Oh how many times he’s wanted to tell you how much he cared for you. The amount of times where he looked into your eyes and wanted to kiss you.

Now, his heart slightly dropped at your question. Were you in a relationship you hadn’t told him about? Why didn’t you tell him if that were the case?

Obi-Wan’s mind raced as he realized the silence from him dragged on too long.

Clearing his throat and slightly shaking his head to rid him of his thoughts, he finally responded, “A-are you getting… married?”

Despite his best efforts to not sound like he was disappointed in the news, it didn’t work. His voice sounded just as crestfallen as he felt. Thank goodness you couldn’t fully see his face because he was sure that his expression mirrored everything else.

“I mean,” he said quickly, trying to recover while sitting up to see you properly, “whoever it’s to is lucky to have you, but I wasn’t aware you were… involved with anyone.”

You moved to mirror his position, your knees lightly grazing his.

“I- at least just tell me it isn’t that Quinlan character,” Obi-Wan stammered out once again before you could speak. “I’ve seen how he’s been flirting with you and I-” he cut himself off, looking at the ground before continuing, “I just have a bad… feeling. About him.”

“You seem awfully observant with my love life,” you said teasingly, nudging his knee with yours.

Obi-Wan smiled sheepishly. “I- I just don’t want you to end up with the wrong person.” He said this more to himself rather than to you. What he wanted so desperately was to be the one who got the honour of calling you his. Better yet, you calling him yours. It would never happen, though. The two of you were just… friends.

That thought stung. He knew that one day you would most likely find someone you loved that wasn’t him. In fact, he had always thought that it wouldn’t be him.

“Are you alright?” you asked, genuine concern laced in your tone. It caused Obi-Wan to look at you, forcing a crooked smirk onto his face.

“Quite.”

“I don’t believe you. Was this not a good night to invite you out?”

“What? No. Of course this was a good night. The question just sort of…”

Sort of what? Stabbed you in the heart and twisted the knife right as you were enjoying yourself? Obi-Wan thought to himself.

Earlier, the two of you had been talking away as you walked through the park, waiting for the sun to fully disappear from the night sky. The two of you may have talked often, but that didn’t stop your ability to carry conversations.

As the sun was setting, he had discreetly indulged himself with looking at you in that light. The bright yellows and pinks making you glow, only to be changed in the most amazing way as dark blues and purples took their places.

“It sort of took me by… surprise… is all,” he finally finished.

Amusement glinted in your eyes. “Well, to start off, it’s not Quinlan Vos, thank you.”

Obi-Wan hated to admit it, but that really did fill him with relief. He felt almost as if the man had no intention other than getting you in bed. That wouldn’t fly with Obi-Wan. For many reasons other than how much he cared about you.

“That’s a relief,” Obi-Wan mumbled as he rolled his eyes. Even though he had intended for you to not hear it properly, you did. Your laugh filled the practically silent air.

“You’re telling me.”

For a moment, he stayed silent as he thought about it. Of everyone he knows, Quinlan was the only one that seemed to have gotten your attention to an extent. It must have been someone you hadn’t told him about.

“Then who is it? And why haven’t I heard about them?”

“Well, no one… yet.”

“Why ask me if I would come to your wedding if you aren’t…” Obi-Wan trailed off, looking away as he not only got lost in thought, but the overwhelming sense of temporary relief.

“Well,” you started, pausing a few seconds before continuing and gaining back his attention, “I’m not right now. Just… not for a couple of years, give or take.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel dispirited. This most likely meant that you were going back into the dating game. And, if he learnt from the last few times you dated someone, it would absolutely kill him.

With your last relationship, Obi-Wan was… guarded around your partner. It had gotten to a point where he was so uptight with the other that you had to talk to Obi-Wan about it. The whole situation was embarrassing, but he couldn’t help it. Seeing you with someone was just unbearable and he had to stand by and help you through the crumbling relationship.

The night you and your partner broke up, you had trekked to his apartment through the rain.

You had a car. Why you hadn’t used it, he would never know. What he did know was, as he opened the door, he was greeted by your drenched state. It nearly hid the tears that streamed down your cheeks.

When Obi-Wan asked what happened (and he really had to pretend like he didn’t know what it was about) you flung yourself at him, hugging him tight. He had carefully guided you further inside, closing the door as you cried into his shoulder. Wrapping his own arms around you, he whispered comforting words until your breathing had evened out.

That night, you had told him everything that had happened only hours prior.

“How did you know?” were your words after hours of him listening to you. “How did you know they weren’t the one?”

At the time, he had no option but to lie. Confessing how he felt about you right after a breakup was sure to be enough for you to never talk to him again. So, he shrugged and lied, saying that he just didn’t like them.

“Oh,” is all Obi-Wan could say. He didn’t know what it was, but he felt like he was beginning to have trouble breathing. Even if he tried to speak, he was sure no words would come out.

As this conversation went on, he felt more and more inclined to leave, but he could never do that to you. You meant too much to him and that was not the way he wanted to leave. If he got up and left now, that would be worse than destroying his friendship with you by telling you how he feels.

“Obi, what is it? It’s not like it’s happening now. It’ll be years from now,” you said, trying to cheer him up as you nudged his knee again.

“How do you know you’ll want me there?” he suddenly blurted, sounding more miffed than intended. Well, ideally he didn’t want to sound like that at all.

It was your shocked expression that made him realize the extent of his tone. You seemed hurt and he hated that he was the cause of it.

“I mean,” he began again, backtracking from his sudden frustration. “What if- How do you know we’ll even still be friends by then?” His tone was quiet, hiding how he actually felt.

“Alright, starting off, I really doubt that you’re alright because ouch. What do you mean? Do you think we won’t be friends in two years after all of this time?”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Of course he still saw the two of you still being friends in the next two years. Hell, he could see himself as your friend for the rest of his life. Even though it would kill him to only be your friend, he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

“I- well, you never know what can happen in that time,” he said unconvincingly.

At this point, he was desperately dancing around telling you how he felt. With each word you spoke he wanted to say it so badly so that he could keep himself from seeing you hurt again. Or, worse yet, see you happy with someone other than him.

When he looked at you he could’ve sworn he saw tears in your eyes.

“Is it your wish to not be friends anymore?” you said, your voice strained.

Oh, now he’s done it.

“What? No, of course it isn’t. I just… ugh, how do I put this? I- I don’t want to see you get hurt again. But strangely enough, I don’t want to see-”

Obi-Wan cut himself off. No, now was not the time to say this. Was it? There were so many questions running through his mind. Both of his and yours. What was he doing? He had no say in your life and what you could and couldn’t do.

“Never mind,” he muttered.

“So, what you're saying is that you don’t want to be friends when I get married?”

Obi-Wan froze at the question. His mind began to race to find a proper response so that it wouldn’t sound like that. Of course he still wanted to be your friend.

“Good,” you said, now making Obi-Wan freeze for a whole different reason.

It felt as if he couldn’t breathe. Every bit of him tensed. Did you no longer want to be friends with him? The tense silence was suffocating him as he saw that you had more to say. Confusion only filled him when you smiled.

“Because I don’t want to be friends when that day comes.”

All air seemed to leave his body. If he were breathing, surely he was hyperventilating. He only knew that he felt dizzy. He was sure that he could pass out at any second as the mantra of this can’t be happening, I can’t lose you ran through his mind.

“Wha-” he tried, but you cut him off by placing your gentle hand on top of his that he now realized was grasping the fabric of his slacks. Your soft touch made his hand ease its grip. Slowly, you managed to turn it so his palm rested against your own.

“It’s a good thing because,” you started and paused, making sure his eyes met yours, “because I don’t see you as my friend at my wedding. I would see you as my fiancé, my soon to be husband on that day.”

Obi-Wan’s jaw dropped. Surely this was a dream. This couldn’t be actually happening, could it? Were you actually saying what he thought you were?

“Are… is this real?” he said, causing you to chuckle.

“Yes, Obi. This is real.”

As if to prove this, you moved so that your knees now rested on top of his, moving your joined hands to rest between the two of you.

With his trembling free hand, he brought it to cup your cheek.

“This isn’t really happening. There’s no way you actually feel the same way about me as I do you,” he said with a shaky voice as you leaned into his touch.

Turning your head ever so slightly, you pressed a kiss to his palm. He could feel his heart flutter at the action.

“It’s really real, Obi,” you whispered.

Obi-Wan chuckled in relief as he let himself relax. Your smile only worked to enhance it. So much so that he hardly noticed that he was leaning towards you. Although it seemed like you were as well, he paused when the two of you were mere inches apart from each other.

“Is… is this alright?” he asked, searching your eyes.

You chuckled. “Obi-Wan, this would have been alright ever since the ninth grade,” you whispered.

That was all the confirmation he needed. The last of the distance was closed, his lips finally pressed against yours. Was this what he was missing this whole time?

The longer this went on, the more you seemed to move closer to him.

“I love you,” Obi-Wan whispered after you pulled away, resting your forehead to his.

“I know,” you whispered back. For a few moments longer, the two of you just looked at each other, smiling in the moment. To think he had almost missed out on all of this. “I love you too,” you say after, then kissing him again.

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CodyWan Week Day 5- Fluff

Obi-Wan and Cody were the type of couple that just made sense together.

When the war finally ended and the clones were given full Coruscant citizenship and rights, no one was surprised when Obi-Wan and Cody moved in together.

(The Jedi order had relaxed their no attachments rule after seeing how many Jedi, including a decent amount of the council, had formed secret attachments during the war)

Cody and Obi-Wan were the type of couple who did everything together, a common side effect of almost losing each other multiple times throughout the war.

It wasn’t uncommon to find the two holding hands while enjoying a nice breakfast with Anakin and Padme at Dex’s dinner.

Or for the two to be curled up together while Obi-Wan finished paperwork.

No one was surprised again when the two adopted a Mandalorian child who had been orphaned after the war on Mandalore.

(Everyone was suprised though, when the two officially adopted Korkie, and announced that he was in fact Obi-Wan and Satine’s son)

Cody, along with Rex were often called on to babysit Luke and Leia, while Obi-Wan, Anakin and Ahsoka (who did eventually rejoin the Jedi order when they began to loosen there rules) were off saving the galaxy.

Cody was known as the cool uncle to Luke and Leia, who always asked him and Rex to tell them stories about there dad, uncle and aunt during the clone wars

(^On a side note I can not stop thinking about Luke and Leia growing up with there large adoptive family^)

Obi-Wan and Cody eventually got married 10 years after the end of the clone wars

At first they planned to have a small wedding, but they quickly realized that they might as well have invited the entire GAR with how long there initial guest list was

(Neither of them complained about how many people they knew cared about them, as it wasn’t all that long ago that they didn’t even know how many people they knew would survive through the day)

There wedding ended up being a huge event with pretty much all of the 212th and 501st as well as a ton of clones from other battalions in attendance. The same could also be said about the Jedi order, who were all very excited to be able to celebrate something good.

After their wedding and honeymoon the two got together with Anakin, Padme, Rex and Ahsoka and the group of 6 just sat there together, not having to hide there attachments to one another.

The two would still have bad days, where one would wake up screaming from a nightmare about the war, but unlike the many cold nights on the ship, they could curl up together and hold one another until the nightmares passed.

Obi-Wan and Cody knew that this peace couldn’t last for ever, someday another threat would come to the galaxy and Obi-Wan and the other Jedi would have to go back to War, but they weren’t afraid, because they knew that they could make it through anything as long as they were together

I really hope you all like this one. I really enjoyed making it. The idea of being able to jump around in time and not have to tell a full linear story is really fun for my ADHD brain. I might sit down one day and pad a few of these flashes of the future out into full one shots, but for now I think this is satisfying. I love these two and I wish they could have had a happy ending, but this is Star Wars so instead I will read all the great fanfics about there happy future instead. Thank you guys so much for reading! Happy CodyWan week! Look out for tomorrows fic!

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