#pretend they’re in Obi-wan’s apartment

[ominouspuff]

Kote’s House

Kote’s first house is a pathetic thing, and he is incurably proud of it. The twi’lek he purchased it from very evidently could not make up his mind what to do with a man that grinned while he haggled, but it was the first time Kote had haggled over a purchase of his very own. He had thoroughly enjoyed it.

The house is built for one being, and a compact being at that, but Kote doesn’t have much. Moving in is quick, and most of his efforts during the next few days after go into attempting ambitious repairs for things he doesn’t know the first thing about. 

His plumbing is an issue, he knows. Something is getting blocked up. Somehow while trying to fix the kitchen tumbler, his fresher spout explodes.

He hadn’t kept his new house a secret from anyone by any means, but it is still surprising when Fox barges in through his jamming front door. He finds Kote on the floor in his cramped kitchen while the fresher rains water in the adjacent room, laughing so hard and so crippled with delight that he can’t get up.

He tries to explain how wonderful it is —

“I-I have to fix my plumbing on my own, vod—”

—but judging by Fox’s single raised eyebrow he knows it doesn’t translate.

Fox, it turns out, is moving into the neighborhood. Kote doesn’t ask about the house Fox already has — the house he has visited, which is very nice and fancy — or point out that Fox’s contract there cannot possibly be up, which begs the question of why he’s here in Kote’s neighborhood — except that Kote already knows the answer to that question. So he doesn’t ask.

Fox doesn’t show him any grace or forbearance, though.

“Don’t even know how to fix a damn pipe, front lining show-off—” His brother snarls, but it is muffled; his top half had to go down beneath the floor they’d pried up to get at the plumbing issue.

“So that’s what they had you doing all these years.” Kote says, because he really is in a criminally good mood. He barely ducks the foot-long pipe Fox throws at his head, feeling giddy.

He makes dinner that night in thanks. Fox stays, ostensibly because now that he’s fixed the fresher he intends to use it, because his new house isn’t hooked up properly yet to all the supply lines and power grids. 

They choke on homemade tiingilar (vode-style; Kote can’t pretend at the real thing yet) so heavily spiced it’s got grit to it that sticks between the teeth. It’s disgusting, but Cody had bought fifteen different spices and while usually he likes to keep his approach to the unknown more cautious, more methodical, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than use them all at once for the first time. 

Wolffe joins them not long after; brings a few others along by recommending the apartment he picks out, so that soon most of the complex is taken up by vode, Kote hears, but he doesn’t visit yet. Everyone’s too busy coming over to his house, it seems; filling up his kitchen and asking why he hasn’t fixed the trash disposal yet, why he doesn’t have a couch, doesn’t he know they’re all the rage among civilized folk?

Kote fixes the trash disposal with Rex, who is better at it than he is but says it’s only due to Skywalker’s influence on managing all things mechanical. 

“How is Skywalker?” Kote asks, and gets more than he bargained for over the next hour. At first he’s a bit off-put, because he’s trying to get dinner sorted again and he’s not been very fond of Skywalker at the best of times, but Rex is snorting out a story and laughing and it’s contagious, so Kote just resigns himself and settles in to enjoy.

Skywalker has little ones, now. Obi-Wan is the only one that can get them to sleep. Ahsoka is distressed; she knows better, but every instinct in her is apparently in agony over the little ones’ inability to eat meat yet. She obsesses over nutrients in their diet — which, given what tiny natborn humans primarily ingest in the early stages, makes for some slightly awkward conversations.

Rex helps with dinner afterward, and they take turns being incredulous over natborn baby facts, shoving around one another in the tiny, uncomfortable kitchen.

“What’s your next project?” Rex asks at one point, glancing sidelong with a cheeky look, and Kote levels his vegetable knife at him (he’s got a vegetable knife. Specifically for vegetables. It’s a very new concept). 

“I make everyone’s dinner on Tuangsdays.” He says. “I’m productive.”

Rex’s sharp-toothed grin turns thoughtful. “Yeah” He says. “Everyone loves coming here, you know. You could be the new 79’s.”

Kote knows. He plans and plots, and puts more work into researching recipes than he’s put into any research whatsoever in months. It feels a bit like coming out of a shore leave; his thoughts quicken and his excitement grows. He hunts down a market. He brings a bag. He shops, bargains, and returns victorious.

He sends out a few comms., and can’t help but shake his head and grin at how different the responses are. 

What a marvelous idea, Cody. His general — ex-general — says.

Yus pls, Ahsoka sends back, with some sort of strange tooka vidclip that dances with wiggly gyrations Kote can only assume indicate excitement.

Where is your house, Anakin says, blunt and to the point, and Kote can appreciate that. 

He sends the address. He cooks all day. The sun sets, and Fox and Wolffe arrive, already bickering, Rex trailing behind with a long-suffering look sent to Kote, begging commiseration.

“Ugh, don’t you ever stop smiling, now?” He gripes when Kote just grins at him. 

“Nope,” Kote says, unrepentantly.

He leaves the soup on the stove, simmering, and takes his cup of caf to the window. He leans on it, breathing in cool air, and just listens — listens to the squabbling as Wolffe gets on Fox’s case for not washing Kote’s dishes correctly the last time they visited. Hears the soft thumps of Rex sneaking into the cramped room Kote has set aside for plants and the sole pet he has; a pastel goullian, fins swaying ever so gently, permanent scowl in place. Thinks he catches, distantly, the sound of his remaining three guests (Padme couldn’t attend, and had made him feel very awkward by how thoughtfully she apologized for it) plodding up the hill. 

“Cody!” Ahsoka cries, coming into view and waving. 

Kote’s cheeks have stopped aching from all the smiling he’s gotten used to, so it’s easy to let another through.

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[inkformyblood]

celebrate the sunrise and set (CWFKB #19)

Celebratory kiss @codywanfirstkissbingo Canon Divergence - Rebel Cody, Obi-Wan doesn't die

Ben Kenobi tucks himself away, creases the name he has worn for decades along barely-there folds and places it in the bottom of the pack that he had somehow managed to keep with him from Tatooine to a rebel base. There’s a flurry of activity spilling out from the corridors, rushed footsteps heading everywhere at once, and Obi-Wan sets his back against a sturdy looking pile of crates and watches them move. The Force bleeds through his veins, warmth spiralling down his spine like a caress and he’s home and has never been further from it in the same breath. Obi-Wan looks to his left, the gesture ingrained into him and reinforced from a lifetime of expectation and disappointment when he is alone, and returns his careful sentry to the mismatched collections of ships spilling across the hangar bay. 

Some are more organised than others, spaced the regulation distance apart and Obi-Wan knows without needing to walk it heel-to-toe the exact dimensions of the bay marked out onto the floor by nothing more than a handful of stern words and a glare. Someone in this base has been trained by a clone. He won’t tear his heart into shreds anymore by thinking that the clone could be one of his men, that they could have escaped the whispered commands of the chip implanted in their head and somehow found their way here. The universe is too big to consider and his men deserve some peace after everything Obi-Wan could have protected them from. Another glance at the empty space at his side. Another breath that catches on every barely-healed wound in his soul. 

There is a group moving towards the hangar. Their footsteps echo and, for a moment, they’re in perfect unison, a wall of sound that carries as much of a presence as the men wearing the armour. Obi-Wan closes his eyes, he is old and he can be foolish for a moment, and listens to the sound of an army mobilising. Not as organised as his men but he can pretend.

“Should have let me reorganise the ships.”

That voice. 

“I know it’s an older system but it works. Less of this unorganised milling about like a group of lothcats let out into a solarium. Alpha-17 would have beaten me over the head with my own vambrace if I let my squad run around like that.”

Obi-Wan looks. He couldn’t stop himself if he tried. 

Cody looks like how Obi-Wan remembers. He’s aged, silver overrunning the black in his curls and fresh lines at the corners of his eyes and his mouth. More from sorrow than joy, Obi-Wan thinks, and likely matches the passage of time imprinted on his own features. His scar is still striking, dark despite the decades it had been since he had first received it, and there is a fresher tattoo covering his other eye, a broken red line from his scalp to his chin. His armour is piecemeal, some painted plastoid over his chest and the sheen of beskar on his vambraces, and his clothes beneath it are equally mismatched in various shades of dark brown. He’s breathtakingly beautiful even so.

“Disgraceful,” Cody continues, settling his hands on his hips before they slide down to his sides. His back is perfectly straight, the posture that Obi-Wan couldn’t believe he had forgotten about burning bright across his thoughts. How could he have forgotten anything about Cody? He loves him more than anything else in the universe and he had left him behind because of his duty. They had both known it would be a possibility, but that hadn’t made it hurt any less. 

He doesn’t know what to say.

He doesn’t know if he should say anything.

Cody seems happy here, balanced enough to grin at a teasing remark one of the pilots call over to him, to swipe at the back of another’s head as they pass in a gesture that is all showmanship and no substance, and Obi-Wan wouldn’t take this piece of stability away from him. He begins to back away, attempting to circle the edge of the crates so he would be hidden from Cody’s gaze, and his heel catches the side of the crate. It’s loud, far louder than it should be and it is just another sign that the universe wants to see him suffer that Cody looks over at him. Recognition is a quick-moving thing and Cody has always been exceptional in every regard. His eyes widen and his mouth moves in a soundless whisper of Obi-Wan’s name before he begins to move forward. Straight line, direct, and Obi-Wan braces himself for a blow. 

He isn’t expecting Cody to crash into him, wrapping his arm around Obi-Wan’s torso tight enough to break and secure enough to put him back together. For a moment, everything is right in the universe and Obi-Wan could tear the fabric of existence open and weave something new from the tattered shreds, then Cody steps away. He doesn’t move far, his palms remaining pressed to Obi-Wan’s elbows as he looks him over from head to foot before Cody glances down at his own torso. 

“I am surprised to not be stabbed,” Cody says as easily as he would comment on the weather, it looks like it will rain later, I expected you to kill me. 

Obi-Wan flexes his fingers, feeling the absence of anything in his hold, the light void of any kind of blade or a saber. He tucks his fingers beneath the curve of Cody’s vambraces, the first joints digging into the rumpled fabric and luxuriating in the warmth emitting from his skin. “I wouldn’t do that to you, love.”

“I would have.” Cody’s mouth twitches into a grimace, his lips drawn tight, and he blinks up at Obi-Wan. His brow is furrowed like he’s trying to stare into the sun, determined to push back such a fragile thing like human limitations. “Well, before. Do you— Do you know?”

“I do.” It is such a small phrase to try and encompass the forgiveness of a lifetime for his mistake, swearing himself to Cody as if he is pledging himself to the other man forever. Cody’s vambrace bites into his fingers but he doesn’t pull away, instead tucking his fingers further beneath the curved metal. It is a disadvantageous position with his hands occupied and he wouldn’t be able to defend himself if the same blank look would descend over Cody’s features again. He wouldn’t want to. 

Cody hums a noncommittal sound, shuffling closer until the tips of his boots press against Obi-Wan’s. His thumbs smooth over the sharp topography of Obi-Wan’s elbows, hollows exposed just as easily as the desert would strip flesh from bone. “I can’t believe you’re here,” Cody murmurs, his eyes dark and wavering with tears. “We should celebrate.”

“This isn’t something I wish to celebrate,” Obi-Wan answers. He should step away, stop intruding on the peace that Cody has managed to find for himself but Obi-Wan wants. He craves in a way he isn’t sure he has experienced before and he knows like he knows the twin suns will rise over Tatooine tomorrow that when he walks away from Cody again, he is going to die. His body will continue walking, his mind will continue thinking, but he will be dead. 

“Obi-Wan.” Cody moves impossibly closer, knocking Obi-Wan’s feet further apart with own, making a space for Cody to step into. “I should have died decades ago. If not from a Seppie, then from the Empire, a stray shot in a firefight, or just sheer bad luck. I should have aged into obsolescence and died like I was planned to, but I’m still here. We are still here. So I am going to celebrate every morning when I wake up and every evening when I go to sleep, every meal, and every breath because I am still here. So, please, Obi-Wan, let me celebrate with you.”

Obi-Wan swallows against the grief wrapped around his throat like a noose and nods, unable to speak. Cody raises a hand, Obi-Wan’s desperate grip moving with him, not to stop but only to hold, and cups Obi-Wan’s jaw. 

“Kiss me?” Obi-Wan murmurs, his voice ragged and ruined and so full of tentative hope. Cody nods and leans in. It’s gentle, the cautious press of his lips against Obi-Wan’s, his stubble a dull rasp against Obi-Wan’s skin, before he draws back just enough to breathe. Obi-Wan follows him, kissing him again and again and again until they’re laughing into each others embrace, tears streaming down their cheeks. 

#codywan #cwfkb2023 #cwfkb #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #star wars #my writing #fanfic #cody x obi wan

[obi-nob-kenobi]

HIS MASTER

Written for @bottom-wan Bottoms Up Fic fest

Summary:

When they're planetside after long missions, Jedi Master Anakin leaves for the night to see his supposed wife. Padawan Obi-Wan hates that. Hates that he's with her when he's there ready to serve him at any time. So when his Master returns to their apartment for sleep, Obi-Wan takes matters into his own hands

tags: somnophilia, extremely dubious consent, role reversal, bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Top Anakin Skywalker, possessive behavior, creampie, jealousy (more tags on ao3)

Rated: E

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Obi-Wan scrambles and pretends to be asleep when he hears the doors open to their temple apartment. The Force signature of his Master, the elusive Chosen One, is hard to ignore. His presence alone can wake any being, force sensitive or not, so Obi-Wan curls deeper into his bed, eyes shut as he tries to relax his mind and breathing. It’s hard to do when he just had his own fingers up his ass, legs spread and panting like an animal in heat just about to hit his climax.

His Master does not go to own his room immediately, and instead opens the door to Obi-Wan’s to check on him, like a parent to a child. Obi-wan seethes. He is an adult, still young, but the age of a senior padawan. Why does his Master check on him, when it was Him who snuck out of the temple for his affair?

Obi-Wan has no idea how no one else notices Anakin Skywalker’s relationship with Senator Amidala. He is always her assigned Jedi guard when she is planetside, has access to her Apartment as she has to the Temple, and is the biggest advocate for the Jedi among all senators. While it is good to have someone in the political sphere on their side, Obi-Wan knows much of her motivation comes from her relationship with his Master.

If he were caught, his Master would be expelled from the Order. Relationships and attachments are forbidden, rooted deep in the code both Anakin and Obi-Wan struggled to follow.

That was why they were assigned together. Obi-Wan, an innate with so much talent yet a temper to control. Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One, Hero with No Fear, putting danger before diplomacy. They balance each other out, learning to control their impulses and grow stronger together.

Only Obi-Wan’s feelings grew with that.

It isn't unheard for a Padawan to crush on their master at some point of their life, but for Obi-Wan his crush never subsides. It isn’t hard to fall for Anakin Skywalker, who looks at you like you hung the stars. Who uses touch as his love language, who understands the code and the Force are two separate entities that don’t necessarily align. Where he allows emotions to dance in the Force, rather than be released as the code entails. He is the only Master who truly understands him–so of course Obi-Wan fell in love.

And with love comes jealousy.

As far as Obi-Wan is aware, Master Skywalker and Senator Amidala had begun their secret relationship when he was newly knighted, ten years ago now. A long time to keep a relationship hidden, especially during times of peril. His Master must have been sacrificing sleep, to spend any little time he can away from the war and with his wife .

Obi-Wan takes a deep breath, calming himself. He has no right to be angry, or jealous, not when Senator Amidala had him before Obi-Wan was even assigned to him. In fact, his Master had encouraged Obi-Wan to seek relationships, especially during their time on Mandalore.

“The Duchess takes a liking to you.”

“I’ll leave you two alone.”

“You two would make a cute pair .”

Obi-Wan liked Satine, but his love for his Master is what ultimately ended their almost-relationship. He could not stand the idea of leaving his Master, even when he left him to sneak off with his wife.

Obi-Wan listens closely as his Master leaves to use the shared refresher. A quick shower, then he walks to his room,  closing the door with a mechanical woosh. He waits, listening into the Force for his Master’s breathing. In just a few moments, he’s deeply asleep.

Stepping out of bed, Obi-Wan tiptoes his way into his Master’s bedroom, biting his lips at the display before him. His Master only sleeps with a thin sheet over naked body, constantly running hot so any extra layers makes him sweat. His skin is still wet from the shower, and his chest rising with his sleeping breaths. Eyes cast downward, Obi-Wan can make out the outline of his cock, still soft, but noticeable.

What he’s about to do would be against not just the code, but all morality for living beings. But if Skywalker can break the code for his wife, why couldn’t his Padawan for his Master?

The first time he did it, Obi-Wan assigned himself to hard labor for a week, until his Master pulled him out and demanded to know the reason for his self punishment. To this day he could not tell him what he needed to be punished for, and while Anakin had let it go, Obi-Wan knew it would not be the only time.

As of tonight he could no longer help himself. They are finally on leave from almost three straight months out on the field, and his Master spends that time with her? Instead of his Padawan, whom he swore to train and take care of?

What can she do to satisfy him anyway, when Obi-Wan was right here, his obedient Padawan ready for his Master’s call. He probably satisfies him better too.

Still, Obi-Wan adds a layer of sleep suggestion through the Force. Let his Master fully rest and enjoy himself.

Once satisfied Anakin will not wake up, Obi-Wan strips himself of his own robes, allowing them to fall to the floor along with laundry Anakin refuses to pick up. Cooler in Anakin’s room, Obi-Wan feels his nipples perk with arousal and from the air. His Master’s nipples harden the same.

He removes the thin sheet to reveal his prize: a cock so big even with flaccid, and looking absolutely delicious for Obi-Wan to enjoy.

He crawls up to the bed, careful not to add too much weight, as he reaches out to take the dick in his hand. With a few simple strokes Master Skywalker’s cock twitched, filling to full hardness. How easy a simple touch can get him like this? He doubts his wife can get him hard this fast.

He has to expel the thoughts of the Senator away, especially if he wants to enjoy this. Pushing his braid behind his ear, Obi-Wan leans in with a soft lick to the head of his shaft. He hums at the taste of his lips and dives in, sucking lightly at the slit to take more of his precome out. Salty and heavy on his tongue, Obi-Wan can not get enough of him, taking his sweet time licking and humming around his cock.

Master Skywalker shifts slightly in his sleep, but keeps his legs perfectly spread for Obi-Wan to continue. Hollowing his cheeks he takes more of him in, swallowing as much as he can but Master Skywalker is larger than most. He has yet to figure out how to take him to the base, as tears pool in his eyes from the stretch. The cock twitches in his mouth, spilling more precome into his throat.

Obi-wan pulls off, drool sliding down his chin. With two fingers he wipes his lips and brings them down to his own, puffy hole. While waiting for his Master to return, Obi-Wan decided to play with himself, fantasizing he would be caught, and maybe punished for such lewd acts.

Maybe, if he removes the sleep suggestion, that can still happen.

But no, he isn’t going to risk a rejection. So he pushes his fingers in, sighing contently at the intrusion. He looks at his Master’s exposed hand that lays on his chest, and wonders how much deeper can he reach? Will he tease Obi-Wan, splitting him open on his fingers and abusing his prostate?

He keeps these thoughts about his Master while grinding down on his thigh. This is already better than before, when he was alone in his room and only had the lingering scent of his Master's stolen tunic to tide him over. Every part of his master’s body is strong and firm, perfect for Obi-Wan to use for his own pleasure.

A low moan from Anakin forces Obi-Wan to stop. Holding his breath, he waits for his Master to throw him off for his indecency, and is instead met with a low mumble about a droid part.

His Master is so silly. Even in his dreams he thinks of fixing droids and speeders. Is that all he dreams of?

If Obi-Wan was much more skilled, he could tap into their training bond and see for himself. But he’s already risking pulling him into a deeper slumber, no need to poke and prod where his Master may notice.

Speaking of poking.

Anakin’s cock is still hard and leaking, as Obi-Wan’s hole is empty. He cannot wait longer. So he swings his legs over his Master’s crotch, aligning himself and slowly sinks down.

He bites his lip and tastes copper. The stretch always burns and quickly turns to pleasure. His whole body warms at the intrusion, and he takes him all, inch by inch until he’s seated in his rightful place.

Obi-Wan shivers, one hand gripping the base of his own cock to stop him from coming, the other touching his hardened nipples just to tease and drive himself insane. This is why he knows they are meant to be. He can take his master’s fat cock in just one go.

Not wanting to waste his efforts, Obi-Wan begins bouncing on his cock, taking in all the pleasure for himself. Each stretch, each time his cockhead hits Obi-Wan’s sweet spot he lets himself cry out just a little louder, wanting Anakin to somehow hear just how well he is pleasuring him.

He lets himself imagine what if his master were to finally wake up? To find his cock so deep inside his Padawan: he’d be mortified, livid, and he’d probably fuck Obi-Wan on his back until he cries as punishment, and Obi-Wan would take it. He will take anything his Master gives him.

But for now he takes it all for himself, pretending it is Anakin’s hands pinching his nipples and calling him a good boy. His own thrust becomes uncoordinated as the pressure builds, and when he imagines Anakin’s thunderous blue eyes, staring at him like he is the only person in the world, he finally comes.

He spills all over Anakin’s chest, some even hitting his lower chin. Obi-Wan covers his mouth to muffle his moans, though he quickly panics when he sees just how dirty he made his master. Anakin breathes deep, but doesn’t wake, nor does he come in his sleep.

He never does, and Obi-Wan knows it’s because he’s too fast, his body just so sensitive that anything inside him will finish him.

So with regret he raises himself, moaning at the loss of the perfect cock in his ass. He works quickly and gently to clean his master, and haphazardly takes his robes from the floor before slipping out.

Back in the safety of his room is when Obi-Wan finally allows himself to breathe, to feel. And now he feels disgusting. He couldn't control himself again, selfishly taking his Master in his sleep just to feel an ounce of what his wife gets every time he sees her. By morning Anakin will wake up and go over Obi-Wan’s padawan learner routine, reading over his progress for his classes and field reports. Obi-Wan will listen, say ‘yes master’, and pretend he is fine with just being his Padawan.

Not bothering to clean himself up, Obi-Wan slips back into bed, bundled in his blankets as he lets himself cry over what he will never have.

“Obi-Wan, wake up Padawan.”

Obi-Wan thinks to swat away the intruder in his room. He is never a morning person, and to be rudely awakened will only add to his irritable mood. But a low chuckle forces his eyes open when he realizes it's his Master, the only person who has access to his room.

He pops his head out from the covers, mouth agape to see Anakin shirtless, in nothing but his boxers from the night before. When he takes a look out his window, it is still just as dark. Maybe he was only asleep for an hour or so.

Or maybe this is still a dream. Anakin has never gone into his room before.

His Master’s hand gently brushes through his hair. It relaxes Obi-Wan, who is already closing his eyes when he asks, “Master? Is something wrong?”

Anakin’s hand leaves his scalp, down to his braid right by his ear. Anakin touches the ends, and brings it to his lips. A dream then. Something Obi-Wan has imagined for so long.

“You were crying. I heard you through the force.”

Obi-Wan blinks, feeling the gross crusted tears in his eyes. He tries to rub them, make himself presentable. “Sorry Master, bad dream.”

“Bad dream? Or is my Padawan frustrated? You cry when you’re frustrated.”

His voice is lower than normal, almost a whisper that still drips with lust. Obi-Wan wants to believe he is still dreaming, but it is a dream that feels too real. He reaches out, taking Anakin's hand in his.

“I…”

“What made you so fussy tonight, hm? When I came home you were asleep, or I thought you were.”

He isn’t even allowed a moment of comfort, knowing where his Master is heading to. Obi-Wan tries to sit up, an apology already on his lips when his Master holds him down, one firm hand on his shoulder, the other still twirling his Padawan braid.

“How do you think I feel? I wake up and I’m alone, cock still wet and hard yet no one to take care of me.”

“M-Master…I…I thought–”

Of all the times Obi-Wan has done this, why now ? What has changed?

His Master's intense gaze counters his smile, still so warm. “You thought I wanted to wake up unsatisfied, while you take your fill? My Padawan, I did not teach you to be this selfish.”

He twirls the end of his braid around his finger, and pulls, hard. The soft moan Obi-Wan accidently lets out doesn’t go unnoticed. Anakin laughs, leaning down so his lips just brushed against Obi-Wan’s. “Well, maybe I did. To take your love, I mean. So you didn’t with the Duchess, instead you saved yourself for me.”

With a shuddered breath, Obi-Wan tries to seal a kiss, only for his Master to pull away. The irritable feeling returns. Of course his Master is teasing him, probably torturing him as punishment for Obi-Wan’s own misdeeds. Why would he touch his Padawan, when he has a lovely wife to return to?

“You are cruel, Master.” He says.

“Me, cruel? Says the Padawan who sneaks into my room and puts me in a slumber to take advantage of me. Do you know what that’s called?”

He does, and he’s more disgusted with himself that he doesn’t see it as a problem, not when it comes to his Master.

“So will you tell the council? Have me arrested, banished?”

His Master’s expression is clear as day, confused by the suggestion. It confuses Obi-Wan further. “Why would I say anything? How do I explain to the council that I want my Padawan to take me while I’m awake .”

Anakin’s hand tilts Obi-Wan’s chin, forcing them to hold eye contact. Forced to see his Master’s intensity, all directed at him. He isn’t lying, he can tell through his voice and their bond that’s thrumming oddly.  

“How did,” Obi-Wan asks, too curious for his own good. “How did you know?”

“I didn’t, at first.” Anakin admits, “I thought I was just having the sweetest dreams. But then it happened again, and again, and my dreams are rarely like that.”

His Master was prone to night terrors and horrid visions. It was in his sleep that saw his mother’s untimely demise, that predicted a war that long rages on. On good nights he dreams of nothing, he once said. So of course he'd find a pleasurable dream suspicious. Obi-Wan blushes at his mistake.

“I will give you credit, you’re doing very well with your force suggestions. But I don’t think it’s necessary anymore.”

He preens at his Master’s praises. All he wants to do is impress him. “Thank you, Master.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Padawan. I’m still punishing you for your actions.”

Obi-Wan bristles with excitement, knowing even though he used the word punishment, it will be enjoyable for both of them. Not one of disciplinary, but out of lust.

“What will you have me do?”

Anakin taps his cheek, pretending to think about it. “I will spank you, over my lap.”

Without much fanfare, Obi-Wan scrambles into position, draping himself over his master’s lap with his lower half completely bare and wet. Anakin laughs, one hand resting on his bottom, the other stroking his hair.

“See, I knew my Padawan can be good.”

And that is his only warning when the right mecho-hand of his Master slaps his bare ass. Obi-Wan doesn’t try to hide his moans, relinquishing the pain that quickly turns to ecstasy at each contact. He isn’t asked to count, but after the sixth, or eighth, he loses track and simply slips.

His cock hardens again, rubbing obscenely against his Master’s leg. He comes, untouched, and Anakin pauses for a moment, surely feeling it hit his thigh. “My naughty little Padawan, coming so soon when I have yet to do so?”

“Sorry Master,” He tries, turning to him with glistening eyes and swollen lips from biting down.

Anakin clicks his tongue. “How many more times can your body take?”

A lot, Obi-Wan has come to realize over the years masturbating to his Master’s dirty laundry. “See for yourself.” He says instead and wiggles his ass.

Durasteel fingers squeeze him tight, then his cheeks are spread so his Master could see his hole, still wet from just hours before. Spit drips into his hole, then shoves inside with cold fingers. Obi-Wan shudders and takes it all in, happy to even have a bit of his Master inside him. His fingers are just as he imaged, thicker and longer to reach all his sensitive parts.

“Naughty boy. Next time I will prepare you. Only me.”

“Yes, yes, only you Master.” Obi-Wan promises as he’s thoroughly stretched and teased. He wants his Master to always take care of him, just as he will do in return. He will do anything for his Master.

A hand slides under him, right where his sensitive cock and Anakin’s thigh meet. Then fingers are shoved into his mouth, tasting his own salty spend. Obi-Wan sucks greedily, cleaning his master’s fingers and proving just how good he is if it was a cock instead.

“Where did you learn all this, my sweet Padawan?” His Master asks as he pulls out of his mouth.

“HoloNet is free, Master.”

“Share, next time.” With another slap, Obi-Wan crawls onto his bed and gets into position, rolling on his back with his legs spread wide and inviting. He licks his lips and looks up at his Master, shining his eyes blue and wide, innocent almost.

“Please, Master?”

Anakin takes no hesitation sliding inside his wet hole. Obi-Wan bites his lips from the stretch: even with so much preparation his Master’s cock was still so big, pushing further and further until he’s fully inside. Obi-Wan feels himself shake, excited as a bundle of nerves. He’s had his Master’s cock many times, but now, for the first time, he’s awake. And he’s an animal.

Obi-Wan babbles incoherently as Anakin claws into his hips and moves, each thrust erratic and powerful just as he is in battle. He whines at the loss, then screams when it’s back in him. He loves it, he loves being filled over and over, and most of all, he loves his Master won’t let him go.

He senses his Master’s pleasure through their bond, just as excited to claim his body. He gives no chance for Obi-Wan to catch his breath, using him just as Obi-Wan has been using him.

“Master, Master,” Obi-Wan cries, holding Anakin close so that their foreheads touch. “Please come inside me!”

“Do you deserve it, naughty Padawan?” His voice is teasing, but a part of him wonders if his Master will truly deny him.

“No, but you want to.” He says instead, tightening around his cock, “You know you want me to be yours forever, Master.”

Anakin growls, hips still unrelenting as he pulls Obi-Wan into a kiss that’s more teeth than lips. Obi-Wan moans, loving every bit of rough treatment so long as it brings them both over the edge. And it does as Anakin’s movements falter, slamming deep into him and filling him with come.

Their kisses become gentler as Anakin pumps him full. Lips and tongue slide, tasting some blood, as their bond illuminates together.

When his legs tire from being spread Anakin finally slips out, and Obi-Wan feels his Master’s spend drip down his thighs and dirtying his bedding. But it’s a feeling Obi-Wan basks in, now properly debauched, properly claimed.

Anakin rolls onto his back, taking Obi-Wan with him so that his Padawan is on top. He kisses Obi-Wan’s forehead and strokes his hair. His hand curls around his braid, and brings the end of it to his lip for another kiss.

“Now, Padawan, what have we learned tonight?”

Obi-Wan’s glad he’s not facing his master, because he rolls his eyes when he says, “To never use the Force for my own selfish needs?”

“Wrong,” Anakin hums, grabbing Obi-Wan’s ass with intent to leave more bruises, “Wake me up, so I can enjoy you too.”

“Yes Master,” Obi-Wan moans as two fingers slip into him, exactly where they belong.

#obikin #obiani #aniobi #bottom-wan #bottoms up #my writing #hazel rambles obikin #obikin fanfiction

[palfriendpatine66]

Re: the birdcage au

I’ve gotten a few asks and interest regarding the vague idea I had of a birdcage au lately, and don’t want anyone to think I’m ignoring them.

I think the birdcage au is on hold, perhaps indefinitely. It started because I have A Mighty Need to get Obi-Wan in drag. I’ve tried and failed to come up with a drag persona more than once, but then thought maybe this route would feel right. I LOVE The Birdcage. But the idea fell apart when I was working to nail down the plot.

I don't think it's just me getting into my own head when I say if I'm going to do it I want to do it justice and I'm not really sure where I was taking it is my story to tell. so. I’m bummed but I think this is a case of do it right or not at all. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ continue reading if you are interested my slightly disjointed thoughts on it I had saved in my drafts before I gave up

Do I know what I want to accomplish? No. Do I know the tone? No. The setting? No.

Knowns: the adult twins ask obikin to attend an important dinner - not as a couple. (either due to Leia trying to join a conservative law firm with the intent to fuck shit up or because Luke’s military prospects (in the early 90s))

This is quickly abandoned because they can’t stop making lovey eyes at each other for 5 minutes any time they’re in the same room and no one would ever believe it. Not having Obi-Wan attend isn’t an option, so they decide what if he pretends to be Anakin’s wife for the night?

Issues come to light (Padme) (the kids having shouldered/repressed things they struggled with from growing up with two dads) (Obi-Wan blames himself because if he wasn’t there they could be a “normal” family) (Anakin gave up [something he likes] for Obi-Wan)

Concerns: I think I’m trying to lean WAY too heavily into the angst and explore issues I don’t have business putting myself into. But I don’t want to lean too far into what could be funny to balance it out and end up making it a caricature.

[kenobster]

Chapter Seven of Five Peggats Each

Prior Chapters: [One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five] [Six]

Summary: Months after the Rako Hardeen incident, the Council sends two of their best generals together on a mission meant to repair their damaged friendship. Luckily, Anakin and Obi-Wan will have a lot of time to do just that while imprisoned on a planet in the outer rim with no one but each other for company.

Characters: [For this chapter] Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sheeve Palpatine, Padmé Amidala (in memories), Miraj Scintel (in memories), original characters for nefarious purposes only

Warnings: [For the below excerpt] graphic noncon, somnophilia, sex with a Zygerrian... which involves fur? idk. [For the fic] graphic noncon, graphic violence, severe resultant mental illness (Note: Comprehensive list of warnings are listed in the notes at the end of chapter one.)

Anakin is briefly nudged out of a deep slumber as he feels someone untying his boots. He blinks, languidly, his eyes blurry and his mouth crusty. Yawning, he decides it’s Padmé. Based on the headache he has, he must have overdone the wine at her apartment. The muscles in his shoulders throb, so he must have overdone a battle, too. Someone whispers his name. It doesn’t really register.  “Th’nks,” he murmurs to his wife who is sweet to take care of him.  The next thing that wakes him are hands slipping under his robes and grazing against his upper chest. They should be Padmé’s, but they’re not. The palms are covered in something fuzzy, and the nails are a bit too sharp and not in the manicured way. Also, something smells horrible. Like a hosed-down anooba shaking out its wet fur. Groaning, Anakin rolls away from the stench, and sharp, claw-like nails dig into his collarbone. Oh. It’s Her. Anakin’s heart skips a beat, or two, or three. It’s better if She thinks he’s asleep. If She thinks he’s asleep, then She won’t make him touch Her or kiss Her or fuck Her. And if he really is asleep, then he won’t remember whatever She does to him. Even though it sounds wrong, too deep, too masculine, Her voice purrs in approval as She scopes out his upper chest. Then She unbuckles his belt, and tugs at his trousers until they’re slipping off his sore ankles. Go to sleep, he tells himself, sternly. But he can’t. His shoulders hurt. His flesh wrist aches. She must have tied him up again. It’s stupid when She does this because She doesn’t need to. They both know that he is Hers. “Anakin," someone whispers, "wake up." It's Obi-Wan’s voice, but Anakin doesn’t want to wake up. He wants to sleep. He wants to dream. He wants to pretend it’s Padmé tugging open his robes one by one until the flesh of his chest and abdomen are completely bare. He wants the illusion of Padmé's hands caressing his ribs and waist and thighs, not Hers.  “Anakin,” Obi-Wan hisses.  Obi-Wan isn’t even supposed to be here. Obi-Wan is supposed to be with the rest of the Togrutan people, toiling away in the slave processing facility on Kadavo. Ahsoka is here, somewhere, in a cage, but Obi-Wan is with Rex, both of them are suffering, and that’s why he has to—wait. Oh. Oh no. Obi-Wan is a slave processing facility on Kadavo, and Anakin has known this entire time, and he’s done nothing. His eyes shoot open and he jolts upward.  [link to chapter 7]

#zygerria #miraj scintel #palpatine #obiwan & anakin #obiwan #anakin #obi-wan & anakin #anakin x miraj #anakin x padme #anakin & palpatine #obi-wan #fic #mine #five peggats each #CW noncon #in excerpt & fic #be safe kiddos

[imaginaryanon]

do you have any WT anakin and obi-wan headcanons

anon!! i DO actually, it’s just that almost all of 'em are post-wt and/or belong in the epilogue so i don’t want to post them without the context of that being written and Out There first. that being said, you can have these; they’re technically post-wt too but they don’t include any sort of,,, idk spoilers or whatever the fuck <3 enjoy!

neither of them is much of a morning person but overall Anakin handles mornings much better; his early years as a slave would’ve somewhat hardened him, and the Jedi training probably doesn’t allow all that much sleeping in either! he also handles lack of sleep much better. while Kenobi on not enough sleep is on all levels except physical bascally dead, Anakin just gets slightly manic. well, more manic than usual that is

they sometimes spend entire nights just talking about everything and nothing, their conversations ranging from the Force and how they experience and perceive it, to all kinds of funny and ridiculous anecdotes they have from all the years when they didn’t know each other. just lying in bed in the dark, Discussing Stuff, because it works, and it’s fun, and they love spending time together, and they’re fascnated by each other’s opinions and takes

(Anakin in the morning: that was such a nice talk uwu, Kenobi in the morning: yes but god at what cost, can i get some,,, sleep,,, can i get some fuckin,,,,,, tea,,,,,,,,,,,)

speaking of tea, Kenobi’s a big fan, almost to the point of being obnoxious about it (”almost?” Ventress scoffs. “that’s hilarious. why don’t you try telling him you don’t like his fancy mandalorian cassius tea and then we'll talk.”) Anakin’s more of a caf guy (the stronger the better. if it doesn’t make him feel like every nerve in his body is vibrating at a different frequency and like he’s astral projecting into a parallel universe after three sips then What Is The Point) but he indulges Kenobi’s tea obsession and after a while he grows really fond of the drink too

(Kenobi has like a million different types of tea from all over the galaxy, and somehow he can easily tell every single one of them apart. Anakin pretends that this isn’t slightly horrifying. like, in an endearing way of course)

when at some point Kenobi tries to starts teasing Anakin about the first time they fucked, Anakin’s just like uhhHHH have you seen?? yourself?? have you SEEN your FORCE SIGNATURE????? ?? how could i Not fuck the absolute hottest piece of ass i've ever seen in my entire life?? and Kenobi's fuckin’ choking on laughter at this point while Anakin just keeps talking over it like "not to sound like the horniest mf in the galaxy but that was the best decision i ever made, you knew what you were about and it was really really hot, 10/10 would do that again"

("also i deadass thought i was imagining it bc like,,, what were the chances of actually meeting a Sith Lord on Coruscant, THEE Sith Lord who beat me in a duel the other day at that? i figured that surely i was just having a really fun dream--” "i’m. sorry. you fucking WHAT")

#anonymous #ask #wicked thing #prayer circle that nobody but me follows this tag fjghhfjkdj i wouldn't want anyone to get excited thinking there was an update #there wasn't! i'm sorry! You Know How It Is Up Here!

[halfagonyandhope]

when the skies catch fire │ch. 18

first chapter (x); previous chapter (x)

check out @duchess-of-mandalore’s post on Mando’a linguistics that inspired a few lines in this chapter.

Ahsoka glances at Satine. “So,” she says. “You and Master Kenobi.”

Satine, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan are outside the Temple, the latter having wandered out of earshot. They are working on mapping the Temple’s boundaries and the nearby geography in preparation for their new recruits. Ahsoka’s wounds are patched, and her clothes are freshly repaired. There is a world of difference in her appearance this morning from how she’d looked last night.

Now, Satine laughs, and she nods. “Yes.”

This gets a smile from Ahsoka. “Obviously there’s quite a history there…” She trails off, looking back down at the map she’s working on, and Satine indulges her loaded comment.

“How much did you hear from Anakin?” asks Satine curiously.

“Not much,” Ahsoka says with a roll of her eyes. “Something about a romantic year on Mandalore.”

Satine’s laugh is louder this time, and Ahsoka chuckles.

“I suppose the accuracy of that statement depends on one’s definition of ‘romantic’,” says Satine, sitting down in the lavender grasses and gesturing for Ahsoka to do the same. “But, yes, Ben was assigned to protect me back when we were teenagers. We – along with his master – spent a year on the run when tensions were particularly high during the Mandalorian Civil War.”

Ahsoka lifts a brow. “‘Ben’?” she asks, claiming the spot in the grass beside Satine.

“My nickname for him that stuck during that time. ‘Obi-Wan Kenobi’ is a bit of a mouthful, so I took the ‘b’ from his first name and the ‘en’ from his last.” She pauses. “It also is a play on words of the Mando’a word for ‘sigh’ – because for the first few months, we bickered incessantly.”

Ahsoka shoots her a knowing look. “And after the first few months?”

“I found better ways to shut him up,” says Satine simply.

Ahsoka stifles a laugh and revises the location of a landmark on her map.

They sit in silence for a while before Ahsoka speaks again.

“You love him,” she notes. “He loves you, as well.”

“Yes,” says Satine simply.

“But you weren’t together,” notes Ahsoka, “not after that year.”

Satine looks at her. “It was not a reflection of how much we cared for each other, I assure you.”

Ahsoka appears to mull this over. “Then…why? Why did you remain apart?”

“With the Order as it was,” Satine begins slowly, taking care with each word, “asking him to be with me would have been akin to asking him to serve two masters. That would have destroyed him. But asking him to leave the Order, at least back then…that would have destroyed us.”

“You were worried he would grow to resent you for asking him to leave.”

“Precisely. And I knew how much he loved the Order. It was his family. It still is. I could not bare to be the reason he left that behind.”

“Because he would have.”

“He would have,” Satine agrees.

Ahsoka hesitates before diving back in. “I think you saved him, Satine.”

Satine glances at her, curious. “How do you mean?”

Ahsoka takes a deep breath. “I look at Anakin…” she begins.

“And Padmé,” says Satine gently. “They do not hide it. Even less so with you, I imagine, since you are a Padawan and not a Master...or a Duchess.”

Ahsoka grimaces. “I pretend I don’t know, of course,” she says. “Master Obi-Wan does, too. We know how happy she makes Anakin.”

“But…”

“But maybe we shouldn’t have pretended for him,” says Ahsoka. “Maybe that’s not what he needs. Given your history with Obi-Wan, I see now why he looked the other way. He wanted Anakin to have what he could not. I’d always wondered about that.”

Satine is silent, encouraging Ahsoka to continue.

Ahsoka sets her map aside, and her hands tense. “Something’s wrong with Anakin,” she says. “It’s like I said last night, but I think it’s worse than I can understand. He doesn’t talk to me about it. I’m not sure the Jedi are completely right about love, but I’m not sure they’re wrong, either. And I’m worried that Anakin should have listened to them – because I think his feelings for Padmé are…I think it’s hurting him.”

Satine ponders this. “Obi is worried about him, too,” she says finally. “I’m not a Jedi, but I suspect there’s more at play here than just his feelings for Padmé. From what Obi-Wan has said, Anakin is too attached; he’s too possessive. And that is not love; that is attachment, selfishness. And when you are too attached to something, or someone, and it is taken from you…what happens?”

Ahsoka doesn’t need to answer.

“Obi-Wan left, as did I,” whispers Ahsoka. “And Anakin’s mother. And Master Jinn.”

Satine nods. “But do not feel guilty, Ahsoka. It is not your responsibility to never leave Anakin. It is his responsibility to learn how to let you go when the time is right. It sounds like he has not learned how to do that quite yet.”

Ahsoka sighs. “It’s easier to talk about letting go of guilt than to do it in practice.”

“I know,” says Satine. “But guilt consumes. I think it is a struggle for Obi-Wan as well, if that makes you feel better.”

“A little,” Ahsoka admits. “I just feel like I failed them. Both of them.”

Satine reaches out to place a hand on Ahsoka’s shoulder. “Your grand-Master taught you to think for yourself, to follow your own path. I know he’s proud of you.” She pauses. “I told Ben this, too: I think perhaps a more helpful way to understand what you went through is that it wasn’t you who failed the Jedi, but the Jedi who failed you.”

Ahsoka meets her eyes. Satine can’t quite read what is going through Ahsoka’s mind, but she senses relief, validation…and something else. Pain?

“I’m so glad you’re here, Ahsoka,” says Satine with a soft smile. “Come,” she adds. “Let’s finish these maps before the rains roll in.”

#star wars fanfic #satine kryze #obi-wan kenobi #the lawless au #obitine #the clone wars

[fanfictasia]

Flufftober Day 24

All the Hugs

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Fading

Anakin was, is, the only thing that makes the galaxy feel worth living.

That doesn’t stop Obi-Wan from wanting to know. He checks Anakin’s injury once a day and he can’t help asking about it far more frequently than he needs to, and it’s much better than it was but it’s still bad. They’re out of bacta now, so the rest is left to heal naturally – before it was blackened and inflamed – its healed over now, but it’s still quite deep. It’s closing over, at least, though it’s still raw and the skin around it is inflamed. He regrets doing it. Anakin is right that he had little other choice, but the entire situation is unpleasant.

It’s that night when they lay down that Anakin snuggles up against his side, dropping his head onto Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “I don’t really remember it,” he says, “That night at the Temple. I remember what I did and all of it, but it felt as though I was doing it through a haze. I was… disconnected. I didn’t mean to attack you there. I…”

What is he supposed to say to that?

“I hate myself for it,” Anakin says finally, “I wish I came to you. And I still can’t understand why I was having those visions.”

“I don’t either,” Obi-Wan replies. “I spent years wondering why you would do this, wondering how you could… ever reach this point.”

There’s a heartbeat of quiet before Anakin winds his arm around Obi-Wan. He is not at all accustomed to this much physical affection, but he doesn’t mind it. He may have objected simply on principle once, but he wouldn’t now – the Jedi are gone, and Obi-Wan knows that he’s not the Jedi he pretends to be. He wouldn’t be here if he was. Instead of object, he lifts his hand to find Anakin’s.

And all he can do is marvel at how Anakin always brings life to the galaxy without trying. Obi-Wan’s life had always been about duty and purpose, but somehow Anakin made him feel like it was something… a bit more. He never felt alive until he met Anakin, and he didn’t anymore once they were apart, and he can only wonder how he survived this long.

Anakin is his little brother, but he’s also so, so much more. He probably couldn’t put a name on it even if he tried.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #flufftober #flufftober 2022 #flufftober day 24 #day 24 #anakin skywalker #anakin #obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan #anakin and obi-wan #fluff #day twenty four #all the hugs #obi-wan is anakin's father #father-son #obi-wan is anakin's brotherdad #can you believe it Anakin and Obi-Wan finally hug #apparently they're capable #when I'm in charge #platonic soulmates

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Alright so. Padmé and Obi-Wan. Step-siblings. They’re nowhere like Max and Billy, if Padmé needs some help on homework, she goes to him for help. They argue some, but their arguments aren’t like. Screaming and fighting, it’s more like. Sitting at a table and pretending to be diplomatic in their resolution of the argument but it’s filled with petty bullshit that flies under the radar for most people (not Obi-Wan’s father at least, not sure if their mom understands exactly the level of petty that’s happening.) Padmé obviously respects Qui-Gon (as she’s always polite, especially to adults when she needs to be) and while she would never like. Let him replace her father who passed, he’s definitely a father figure to her and she sees him as a different kind of father (and pretty much it’s kind of the same way with Obi-Wan and Padmé’s mother, but Obi-Wan doesn’t really remember his own mother) (but the main gist of this is they pretty much are a nice, normal, suburban blended family where sometimes their sibling is just their annoying sibling that they want nothing to do with but get along sometimes also.)

But obviously at first, Padmé and Kiré is very much like. Padmé thinks she’s a vapid, stupid, rich airhead who’s probably using her step-brother because he’s smart and she’s not like. Super super intelligent and when she sees Kiré like sneaking into Obi-Wan’s room, she just rolls her eyes and she’s like “idiots” before moving on to go find out why her friend vanished. Obviously they become friends when Kiré keeps consistently helping her and her friends like. Save the world. And she knows how heartbroken she is when things end with Obi-Wan and honestly she’s kind of rooting for them to end up together.

Kiré at first (with really all the kids) is like. “Wow these kids are annoying and I’d rather be anywhere else than babysitting them or helping them find A LOST DEMONIC PET THAT ESCAPED??????” But obviously she like. Bonds with them. Like especially Ahsoka and Riyo at first because they’re always at Scoops. But then Padmé starts coming to her for things. And Sabé comes to her when she’s not exactly sure like. What she’s feeling (but I’ll get into that later) and at first she’s like “what the fuck is wrong with this kid” she ends up being like. “Oh. Okay. Weird ass powers, but awesome kid. Okay.” when it comes to Anakin. And she does just kind of become this sibling-like figure to these kids who come to her for help or when things start falling apart because they know she’s badass and she’ll help the no matter what.

Alright so. I’m gonna say Kit adopted Ahsoka when she was like 3 or 4 and he already had Riyo from his previous marriage, but while they bicker and tease each other and get on each other’s nerves like. All the time. They’re super close (mostly because there’s like a year between them) and obviously Kit dotes on both of them.

And Sabé. She’s lived next door to Padmé pretty much as long as either of them can remember and they’ve been best friends almost as long. And about the time that their friend disappears, Sabé realizes that like. She has feelings for Padmé. At least she thinks she does. She really doesn’t know (so she goes and asks the much cooler, older girl that she knows is like. Very open about her being bi and everything for advice on like. What to do about like. Being not straight)

Honestly for the most part, the rest of the things are the same as far as relationships go. Nerdy friends. Probably still playing D&D or a similar (canon Star Wars based) nerd game. Rex goes missing.

Barb is Luminara and when Kiré invites her two really horrible popular friends over for a small party (with Obi-Wan) he brings Luminara. And they end up fighting a little bit and Obi-Wan tells her to just go home then and goes upstairs with Kiré. And they obviously end up. Having sex. And things don’t go well for Luminara down at the pool. And Obi-Wan ends up having a lot of guilt because of that. Luminara goes missing (later found out to be like. Dead) while he was hooking up with Kiré and he feels like shit that he ever like left his friend down there in the first place.

So Rex goes missing. And Luminara is missing. So Obi-Wan and Cody end up more of less teaming up to try to figure out what’s happening.

Padmé and co. (Sabé, Ahsoka, and Riyo) find Anakin in the woods. Absolutely terrified and very much not really vocal. So Padmé’s like “this makes perfect sense to take this random boy home to live in my basement for a little while, no one will find out” (spoiler alert: Obi-Wan finds out pretty quickly)

(I mean, that’s pretty much up to the end of season one at least)

That covers a lot of ground. Sounds like this has really been on the brain for a while. 😆

#others oc #others ocs #long post

[cynthiaandsamus]

Had a great time ordering an Auntie Anne’s Pretzel Bucket and watching the first two Obi-Wan Episodes with my family

Overall I liked it but I do have some nitpicks...

Reva’s plan is really kind of dumb given that if Bail didn’t insist on going to Obi-Wan because... reasons, or if Obi-Wan didn’t agree to it (which he almost didn’t) this whole plan falls apart. Like for her part it makes sense that she thinks he’s enough of a bleeding heart to do it and she’s right since that’s the Inquisitors’ MO in this series but Bail dragging Ben out of hiding because he “is the only one that knows how imporant she really is” is dumb, like he even suggests they hire a bounty hunter or some shit, I think her being a Senator’s daughter is reason enough to get Boba Fett or someone on the job, hit up Cad Bane he’d probably enjoy some work after the war, like if it is Inquisitors (which they don’t know it is) then yeah most bounty hunters aren’t going to stand a chance but the fact that it’s Obi-Wan and only Obi-Wan they go to is really dumb. I mean it’s not the end of the world because I think we’re supposed to think it’s a bad plan since Reva seems to be a cut off hands first ask questions later kind of person but the amount of hurdles that had to be jumped to make this happen is kinda dumb.

Second I’m really liking that this explores the Leia-Ben dynamic which is really underexplored, a lot of the EU stories about Obi-Wan’s time on Tatooine focus on how he formally met Luke but it is kind of neat that we get an idea of why Leia says Ben Kenobi’s name with such excitement in Episode IV, and the little girl that plays young Leia is decent enough and gives some of the royal sass you’d see from Leia in Episode IV but also having her and her ignorance be the cause of a lot of problems in the second half of Episode 2 is really frustrating, I guess you could say it’s Ben’s fault because he’s closed himself off so thoroughly that he doesn’t even properly explain the situation to her but I feel like there’s some things she could reasonably infer given she’s such a good judge of character that would make this misunderstanding much less frustrating.

And last this is kind of a me problem but Darth Vader was a hugely public figure in the Galaxy, the poster boy for the Empire, even if Obi-Wan had his head literally stuck in the sand for ten years he’d probably have heard of him, in the Dark Lord books he essentially sees Vader on the Imperial version of a press conference a few weeks after Episode III so it doesn’t make much sense for him to not know, I could forgive that but the thing that REALLY bugs me about is that Reva knows Darth Vader is Anakin, NO ONE is supposed to know that except for the Emperor and MAYBE Tarkin, Thrawn kind of figures it out but that’s after a lot of trial and error and blind speculation but it’s not something random Inquisitors should be shouting out especially since as far as Vader is concerned he isn’t Anakin anymore, it makes for a neat scene of getting Obi-Wan’s reaction to finding out but I feel like just hearing Vader’s name and connecting the dots would’ve been better without having to spill the galaxy’s biggest secret to spell it out for him, You might be able to argue she read Obi-Wan’s thoughts to hear that Vader was Anakin but that doesn’t seem to be what they’re going for and it’s really kind of frustrating in the last few minutes.

Other than that it’s neat to see Obi-Wan kind of Awkward Uncle his way through his interactions with Leia, struggle through his damaged connection to the Force and inner turmoil and Haja’s fake Jedi act did admittedly have me cracking up a bit, kind of the awkward Marvel Humor that’s in Star Wars now but still found it really funny how when he’s pretending to be a Jedi he’s basically Batman (his turn was a bit quick unless that turned out to be a trap but that’s nothing too terrible)

#ooc #Star Wars #Obi-Wan Kenobi

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(any OC you want) ☀️, 🍂, 🏞️, 💎, ☁️

This has been sitting in my box for so long because I'm just really bad at answering things and I'm sorry but also thank you for the ask friend, I really appreciate it!

I only really have my Star Wars OC that I've posted about here, so I'm going to go ahead and ramble about Sas for a hot minute

☀️ What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been?

Sas is very much a people person and she just likes to be in the general proximity of the people she loves. Yes she likes to go out and do things with them, like getting food, going to 79's and tearing it up, occasionally accidentally looking for trouble. It can be a quiet night in, or a night on Coruscant hopping from club to club, she cares about the people that go with her and want her around. I think the happiest moment she's ever had though was at her sister's wedding. I mean of course her sister was getting married to a clone named Wingman, and that was sort of an unofficial secret- but they had a huge party for Crix and Wingman, Padme loaned Sas a dress so she got to pretend to be pampered and high class for a short time, but she got to see her little sister start to build a life for herself outside the war. She and Wingman had a plan already for when it was over. Its a little melancholy but Sas got to see her sister do something, she herself never thought she would get to have. She liked seeing Anakin and Padme sorta dance around trying not to dance with each other, she got to see her family again after months of being apart, she laughed at Ahsoka and a few of the clones in Wingman's squad try to steal some cake, Obi-Wan may or may not have given her dance once or twice before they went to pester Cody while he was actually succeeding in stealing cake before it was time. For a moment she forgot they were supposed to be at war, that she had people on Zolan depending on her to send supplies and credits home. She and her sister got to just exist and enjoy the moment.

🍂 What are their opinions on the different seasons? Which one do they hate and which one do they love and why?

This is a hard one, if only because theres not a whole lot on the climate and weather for Zolan on wookiepedia other than its an arid planet and theres only one livable continent because the rest is like radioactive or something. So I'm gonna call it and say that the planet has like seasons of Hot, Less Hot, Acid Rain, and Solar flair. I don't know. Anyways out of those seasons, Sas likes Hot and Less Hot- because Acid Rain fucks up her ship among other things, and Solar flair makes majority of her home planet unlivable. She lived on Pantora for a short while in her childhood, so has known 4 seasons, its just that she was so little its all just kind of a vague blurr. The first time she really experienced winter and snow was on one of Pantora's moons and she of course did not have her own equipment for that and thought that being half Pantoran would have liked made her durable for the cold- It did not. She was VERY COLD, and the coat she had to borrow was a bit too big so her hands kept getting eaten by the sleeves. She decided that she only likes the cold because she stole everyone's coats after the mission and buried herself in them for a long while to get comfortable again. Then she saw a spring on Naboo and girl was in love with it. Just the way everything seemed so alive and thriving-

🏞️ If your OC could travel to anywhere in their world where would they go? Why? If they could live there would they?

Sas travels A LOT, she's seen a lot of planets, the one she saw under the worst circumstances ironically was the one she thought was the most beautiful. The one time she made it to Raxus was because her people were entering talks with Count Dooku about joining the Separatist and seeking his help in gaining more agency on their planet. She was told multiple times not to go, that the invitation for her to speak on behalf of the republic, since she was serving in its army, was a trap and still went anyways. She really wasn't there long, but even running for her life through Raxulon square and then the woods, left a good impression on her. Aside from the sith lord having all its leaders (including her own) duped, the planet seemed quiet, peaceful even. Whether or not she would live there is a bit of a heavy question, but she would have liked to go back while under disguise.

💎 Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection?

Sas doesn't really have room to collect things while living out of her ship. Its just not really practical, and having a lot of a type of thing makes her feel anxious- she struggles to let herself have nice things to say the least. The one thing she probably does collect, and its not really her collection, she just finds interesting ones to take to her sister, are plants. Crix has like different little space succulents from each of the planets they've visited. Sometimes she plants and grows others to give to friends or family, or especially in Sas' case "add some life to her ship" it helps, but once she's in the clone wars, she's not around to take care of them like she normally would and that really upsets her after awhile.

☁️ What’s something your OC wishes they could forget? Why is this? Or, what is something that your OC has forgotten? (or do both!)

Sometimes she wishes she could forget meeting Hondo. He's given her nicknames she's not fond of. But working with Hondo has also accidentally been really helpful in too many situations. She has complicated feelings about the pirate, its not so much that she wishes she could forget him, more like she wishes HE and everyone around her would forget the nickname he gave her when they first met.

Like always I rambled for waaaay longer than I probably should have, but I hope you enjoy reading about Sas- but heres the whole ask list if you want to do this yourself!

#OC asks #This has been sitting for so long I'm sorry it takes me so long! #Thanks again for the asks though!

[phoenixyfriend]

Jangobi 5 for the soulmate thing? Because that would make the fight on kamino just *chef's kiss*

soulmate au prompts

5. the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you touch them.

Apparently there’s never any skin to skin contact in the movie? Because armor? So......... we’re gonna just. Quick little thing.

Also I’ve been doing a lot of “marginally less shitty” Jango, but this is just-as-shitty-as-canon Jango. It’s, uh, not much of a romance, because Kamino. Actually it’s mostly just a lot of angry yelling about human rights violations.

...I’m sure they’ll get together eventually. It’s just, you know... it’s going to take a while.

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Jango’s heard about this Jedi.

The man isn’t famous, or particularly acclaimed. It’s just that Mandalorians gossip, and Death Watch isn’t exempt, and Dred Priest still has friends in the terrorist group. So do a few others.

(Jango sometimes wonders if he’d have invited Priest, had he knows the monster was only a step away from being Death Watch himself.)

(Probably not.)

(He’d at least have been able to see the battle circles coming.)

Death Watch hates one specific Jedi above all others: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

It’s almost enough to make a man like the pretty bastard, except the reason Death Watch hates this specific Jedi is because he kept Duchess Kryze alive, and Jango isn’t much of a fan of hers, either.

In the moment, though, the main thing this all means is that Obi-Wan Kenobi knows Mandalorian customs.

First meetings, out of armor, mean ensuring the arm clasp has skin contact.

His eyes flick down to where Jango is reflexively pulling up his sleeves, and the man just... does the same, sodden as the beige-on-brown-on-dark-brown robes are.

Jango can’t just play it off. He has to, ugh, arm clasp with a Jedi.

Kenobi probably guesses how unpleasant this is for him, going by the grim little smile that he wears, the one Taun We can’t read and Jango can, but they touch forearms and le--

They do not let go.

“Oh kriff,” Kenobi swears, and then it’s just... it’s too late. It’s too late to stop anything.

“Jetii,” Jango spits as if it’s a swear.

He doesn’t want to be soulmates with a Jedi. No sane person ever wants to be soulmates with a Jedi, but as a Mandalorian, and as specifically Jango Fett, who signed onto this project for revenge against Jedi, the idea is just... excruciating.

“For revenge? Not entirely unexpected, but I’m still somehow disappointed.”

“Stay out of my head.”

Kenobi smiles at him, completely devoid of anything but the blackest of humor. “Are you staying out of mine?”

And, well, no. They’re soulmates. Kenobi has more of an idea on how to control how far his mind wanders into Jango’s, but in this moment, just seconds after being bound together by the universe... Jango’s slamming into Kenobi’s shields with an embarrassing lack of control.

“Is something the matter?” Taun We asks.

“I do believe we need to speak alone,” Kenobi says. “Unfortunate timing, but this is our first meeting, and it appears we are soulmates.”

“Ah. We were informed of the human tendency towards such.” She blinks, too large eyes impossible to read for Kenobi, but entirely readable for Jango after all these years. She’s irritated. “I apologize, but it appears we were unable to remove such unpredictability from the product.”

A wave of revulsion leaks out of Kenobi’s mind and into Jango’s. The man just nods. “I understand. As it is, I imagine that the near instantaneous communication on the battlefield will be a boon, if any are bonded to each other or to active soldiers.”

“I defer to your judgement as client, Master Kenobi,” Taun We hums, still irritable. It’s less visible in her face, but... Kenobi can feel it. “I shall leave you to get... acquainted.”

Aaaaaaaand she’s expecting them to sleep together the second she turns her back. The disgust she feels at the thought of such carnal activities is thirdhand to Jango, but he can still feel it, because Kenobi can feel it, because they’re soulmates.

“Oh, do tell me how you really feel,” Kenobi mutters, sweeping past him into the apartment.

Jango wishes he could slam the door as he storms after the Jedi.

“Listen here--”

“Absolutely not,” Kenobi says, with the kind of bland, impersonal smile that Jango’s heard Dred Priest bitch about at least a dozen times. “I need you to answer me this: why are you selling your children into what is clearly slavery?”

“They’re not my children.”

“You choose to be dar’buir, then?” Kenobi clucks a tongue, acting like he can’t even feel Jango’s waves of hate that are just growing by the second. “Shame on you, Mand’alor.”

“I am not the Mand’alor.”

“No. You are demagolka,” Kenobi says, the sweet words of Jango’s first language falling from his lips like poisoned honey. “They are your children, Fett. Your clones, just as human as you.”

“They are little more than droids, Jedi. The Kaminoans--”

Kenobi laughs, sharp and bitter, and it’s enough of a surprise that Jango stops talking. The Jedi strides closer, and it takes everything in him to not step back at what little emotion the Jedi allows through.

“Let me show you,” Kenobi hisses, putting a hand on either side of Jango’s head and it’s too much this is not a sense he is meant to have.

Kenobi cannot lie to Jango, not in this mental space. Not in this existence. He can cherry-pick what he shows, he can exaggerate, he can hide, but he cannot present a falsehood.

What Kenobi shows him, as he pulls Jango into his mind and drowns him in the sensation of the Force, is how each and every clone shines, bright and unique and so very human, so very sentient, so very alive.

These are your children, Kenobi says, directly into his mind and with no room to pull away. If they choose to disown you for your crimes against them, then that is their right, but until they do, they are your responsibility. You’re playing in denial and cognitive dissonance, soulmate mine. If I have to drag you into caring for your children the way any Mandalorian would, then so be it.

“Kriff off,” Jango manages to grit out in the real world. Kenobi looks unimpressed, when he lets go. The sensations in Jango’s mind, the jangled distaste and horror and anger, those are worse.

“Are you going to be dar’manda?” Kenobi demands. “You, who were once king of your people, have you really sunk so low to be the worst of your kind? To be so horrible that even Kyr’tsad would be shamed? Or worse, approve?”

“You have no place--”

“You are violating one of the core tenets of your culture!” Kenobi shouts. “You are being the worst of what you could be, Jango Fett! The most important, the absolute most important element of your culture, the care and nurture of children, and look at what you’ve done--”

“The clones--”

“Your sons!” Kenobi growls at him. “Your children, Fett. I’ve a student that is, by every Mandalorian standard, my son. I know what it is to take in a child that is not yours by blood, to raise a foundling, and you are cutting off millions that are your blood. You aren’t turning away an orphan to another family because you cannot care for them as they deserve, you are breeding your children for war like bantha to slaughter.”

Jango throws the first punch.

Kenobi throws the second.

By the time the fight ends, the room is in ruins, for all that they do not draw blasters or sabers. Kenobi has Jango on his back, straddling his chest with knees on his wrists, a vibroblade to his neck. Kenobi’s lip is bleeding, and Jango thinks he might have caused a hairline fracture in the cheekbone. Both of them have at least one broken rib, and Jango’s currently blind in one eye from the blood pouring out of a cut on his forehead.

Kenobi’s a good fighter. If it weren’t for everything else, Jango might have even been able to appreciate that.

“You,” Kenobi growls, fisting one hand into Jango’s curls and yanking for emphasis, earning himself a snarl in return. “Are going to fix this mess you’ve helped create. If I have to drag the entire Jedi council, the entire senate, if I have to drag in all of Mandalore to make you fix this, I will.”

There’s determination in those words, angry and a little spiteful, but mostly just... disappointed.

“Of course I’m disappointed,” Kenobi spits out, like the words are hot coals. He’s expressive. Jango wants to like it, but mostly he just resents the trait. ��I hoped to never find a soulmate; it just complicates things. Opsec becomes a nightmare and holding to the code is difficult. And now I have a soulmate, and he’s an absolute monster that views his own children as little more than droids.”

“War is going to come for them no matter what,” Jango manages to say, and Kenobi’s look is back to unimpressed. “Don’t pretend you haven’t heard of the separatists. There’s an army of actual droids, metal and code, just waiting for the right moment to pick a fight. It’s too late to stop it.”

“...you’re not only raising an army of your own children, but engineering the war that’s going to kill them?” Kenobi almost screeches, and the wave of nauseous loathing that slams into Jango is almost enough to make him actually vomit. Kenobi didn’t pull punches, not in the actual fight and not in whatever mental battle they’re apparently having via emotions and words.

“I’m not engineering it,” Jango says. “I’m just one part in a bigger machine. I got my payment. The rest is on Tyranus.”

He doesn’t even stop the images from flickering through his mind, throwing the man who hired him under the speeder.

“Master Dooku?” Kenobi whispers, horror growing. “No, no, I killed the--the Sith can’t--I killed the one on Naboo, and the Council mentioned the Rule of Two, but... oh hells.”

“You know him?” Jango taunts.

“He’s my grandmaster,” Kenobi says, and Jango can’t imagine the rest is meant to reach him, but the undercurrent is there.

Count Dooku is, by Mandalorian law, Kenobi’s grandfather.

Jango... suddenly feels a little regret about the taunting.

“I’d rather you feel regret about your children,” Kenobi snaps at him. “Every single one of them is a person, one that you chose to bring into this world, and they are your children.”

The argument is going in circles, but there are still places to take this.

“Your army is all adults, Kenobi,” Jango decides.

“They are ten years old,” Kenobi retorts. “Accelerated aging, sure, but they are children.”

“They’re soldiers.”

Disgust again, the same thing Kenobi has felt every time Jango has reasserted the purpose these children were born to, the same thing Jango has told his son, his sergeants, himself, for over a decade.

“A son?” Kenobi whispers. “Is your denial that strong, Fett? That you would claim one and not the rest?”

“Payment,” Jango says, and lets Kenobi feel the rest, since he seems so karking keen on it.

“Keeping one child in exchange for letting yourself be the creator of a slave army,” Kenobi says, and he doesn’t seem impressed. “Weren’t you a slave? Two years on a spice ship, wasn’t it?”

“Don’t you dare--”

“And you would put your sons in chains,” Kenobi hisses, hands going for Jango’s head again. It’s a sense memory, this time, of dark tunnels and exploding collars and a dar’jetii that... was his older brother. According to the Jedi way of thinking.

It’s a twisting fear and pain and I will die so that others may live while looking at an older man, a Master, who can maybe save the other slaves at the expense of one too-angry Initiate’s li--

“Get out of my head!” Jango roars, and he still can’t move his arms, and his legs are held down by the Force, but he twists his head to bite and Kenobi snatches his hands away.

Kenobi glares down at him, almost sneering with the amount of disdain he has for Jango’s general existence. “I’m your soulmate, and had we met fifteen years ago, I might have even thought that an alright thing... but whatever you are now isn’t something I can abide by. You won’t listen to morality, so let me say this instead: a Jedi does not kill an unarmed opponent, but I have full authority to arrest you, even here. I will take you back to the Republic, to be tried for your collusion with a Sith, and you will go to prison. You can try to run, but I am in your head, and you’re in mine. Once you’re in prison, what happens to your son?”

The implication is there, but even if it wasn’t, Jango hears the thought:

They’re soulmates. The Republic would place Boba with Kenobi.

He refuses to have his child raised by a holier-than-thou Jedi.

“Holiness doesn’t have any meaning in Jedi philosophy,” Kenobi says, relaxing just the slightest bit. “Other religions, yes, but no place in ours.”

“You’re a self-righteous bastard,” Jango says flatly. “Despite threatening a child.”

“You mean threatening to take custody of a child being raised in an unhealthy environment, one where he’s being taught to devalue his brothers, engendering a mental dissonance where he has to convince himself he’s special for a reason and that you won’t just drop him if he fails to be perfect?” Kenobi asks. “I prefer to keep children with guardians who love them, but the argument that he’s better off away from you isn’t a difficult one.”

“Oh, like a child-stealer--”

“My mother tried to drown me when I was a toddler,” Kenobi says, even flatter than Jango had been a minute earlier. “Because I was Force-Sensitive, and it was considered curse on my home planet. A Jedi saved me. Tell me that was a kidnapping and not being saved.”

Jango grinds his teeth. “You’re damned smug whenever you have some sob story that outranks mine.”

“This isn’t about who has the bigger sob story,” Kenobi says, and Jango can feel how he’s just as ready to start clenching his jaw to deal with Jango’s bullshit. “It’s about you doing your damned job as a Mandalorian and a father, and taking responsibility for your children. All three million of them.”

It really, really is a pity they didn’t meet before Jango took this job. They could have been great together.

As it is, Jango goes for the groin shot the second Kenobi lets him back on his feet.

#Jangobi #kinda #Jango Fett #Obi Wan Kenobi #star wars #kamino #slavery mention #child abuse mention #just the usual clone stuff really #Phoenix Answers Memes #Phoenix Posts #sorry this isn't as shippy as people were probably hoping #mostly it's just Obi-Wan being deeply angry #and Jango being chock-full of denial and cognitive dissonance #500 notes

[willowcrowned]

Assassin Cody AU

Inspired by this post

Jango Fett is not a particularly busy man. He’s also not, as it comes, a particularly rich one. He is, however, a father, and that means if he can avoid it, he doesn’t take Boba on jobs. He also doesn’t leave Boba alone on Kamino, because he doesn’t trust the longnecks. This means that when Dooku asks him to take a hit on Amidala, a problem arises. The solution? Outsource the job.

He comes up with the perfect ruse— he’ll go off on a “job,” bringing Kote with him, and he’ll let Kote do all the dirty work while he takes a nice vacation with Boba. He won’t have to pay him, like he might if he conscripted Zam Wessel, who’s his other best bet, and he knows Kote will get the job done.

Kote is dropped off on Coruscant with some armor, some credits, several weapons (including a sniper rifle), a jetpack, and, curiously, some Kouhun worms. Jango leaves him there, telling him he’ll pick him up in a few days and to comm him if he needs to get out, and then he and Boba jet off to somewhere nice and sunny.

While Jango and Boba are on vacation, Kote is going through the file over and over again in a bar, eventually deciding to stake out the apartment. The glass will be a big problem— blasterproof, obviously, and blastproof— and the Jedi moreso. He’s not proud of his solution, but Jango did give him the worms for a reason. He tucks them into a droid and sends them off to the apartment, and then he waits for her to die.

She doesn’t die, and the jedi come after him. 

After a frankly terrifying speeder chase, he manages to lose them in a nightclub. The ginger one is doing shots by the bar, and the kid is wandering around, barging through people’s conversations and clearing space around himself by glaring at anyone who comes near him. By all rights, they should be distracted, but Kote gets the feeling that they’re both keeping an eye on the door. He’ll have to cause a diversion.

He ducks behind a table, checks that his blaster is silenced, and shoots the electrical panel on the wall next to him. Then he runs. The exit should be clear— there’s no way anyone could have gotten there faster than him, especially since both the jedi were on the other side of the room— but somehow they are. 

The kid grabs him and destroys his comm, and he knows jedi kids are already warriors, but he still just got beaten by a kid. It’s a little embarassing. And yet, h gets the feeling that this will be the least of his indignities in the coming days. 

(At least, he thinks, it’ll be hard for Jango to kill him while he’s under jedi protection. It’s a cold comfort.)

Obi-Wan is put out, to say the least. The man isn’t talking— not a word about who hired him, or why. They’ve done a bioscan, and it looks like he’s Jango Fett, a mandalorian bounty hunter. (He’s handsome, at least, Obi-Wan supposes, which makes the hours he spends staring at the man at least a little more tolerable.)

Then they get a report of Jango Fett on a holiday planet— one of the ones in the mid rim that consistently get renamed as new corporations buy them out— and Obi-Wan requests a more thorough bioscan. It comes back with two notable results. The first, artificial telomere extensions, implanted from birth— the hallmark of a clone. The second, a biological chip in the brain.

This? this is concerning. Full-body cloning is outlawed on most Republic planets, and for good reason. If Jango Fett is going around making clones of himself, and then training them, the Jedi have cause for concern.

Obi-Wan offers a deal. The Jedi will drop all charges for attempted assassination against Senator Amidala if the clone provides them with information.

“The alternative?” The man asks.

Obi-Wan frowns. “Indefinite imprisonment. You understand why we can’t let you go free, and it’s not like we can hand you over to judicial in good conscience— clone rights in Republic space are dubious at best, so there’s no guarantee you’d even get a trial.”

The man, whose name is Kote, comes clean. He tells Obi-Wan about Dooku, about the job, about the clones— everything (which, considering the limited data he must have been working off of, is very impressive indeed. Obi-Wan tells him this, and if he gets somewhat distracted by the man’s slight blush, that’s no one’s business but his own). It paints a worrying picture, and Kote seems to know it. He doesn’t, however, seem to know about the chip. And that? That scares Obi-Wan.

He agrees to have it taken out.

They do a biopsy, and oh, look at that, it turns out that they’re designed to ensure compliance with a series of executive orders, only able to be activated by the Chancellor. The Chancellor who is, at this very moment, trying to start a war. The Chancellor who is apparently working with Dooku, who is now a Sith lord. (Obi-Wan feels a bit guilty that Anakin is on Naboo right now, none the wiser as to what’s about to happen. But, well, better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?)

He, and the entire High Council, go to arrest the Chancellor that afternoon. The man starts out affable as always, but when Mace brings up the evidence— brings up Kote— a switch flips. 

Obi-Wan most certainly doesn’t draw his saber first— no, that honor goes to the Sith Lord— but he does get the last hit in. It’s a bit dishonorable, stabbing him from behind, but it’s not as if he wasn’t about to kill them all. Besides, he had threatened Kote, and Obi-Wan rather likes the man.

Anakin comes back to see the Republic in disarray, Dooku back at the temple being lectured by Yoda on bad decisions, the Separatist movement dissolving, the Chancellor dead and a Sith Lord, and yet, somehow, Obi-Wan ends up lecturing him about attachment, all the while hand in hand with Kote. Anakin is not pleased. 

Kote goes back to Kamino with Obi-Wan, and, because the Jedi legally own the clones according to Kaminoan law, they’re perfectly within their rights to do whatever they want. So they adopt them, fully and legally, according to Republic law. Since the Jedi are somewhat exempt from Republic law, though they have the full rights of any citizen, bar voting, this means the clones get rights too. 

(It’s a very neat solution, and Obi-Wan and Kote are very proud of it. (If they end up spending hours together working the kinks out, then so much the better. Anakin isn’t the only one who can find a lover.))

The Republic is saved, Anakin and Obi-Wan are maybe perhaps a little more in love with their respective partners than they’re pretending, and the clones spread out through the galaxy, fulfilling their various dreams.

Needless to say, when Jango comes back from his two week vacation, he is very surprised.

#and then Obi-Wan and Cody get married and go around solving crimes the end #i did write this late at night so forgive the everything #willow's aus #star wars #star wars au #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #codywan #jango fett

[tennessoui]

can we please please get an immediate follow up to Anakin's post-kiss reaction?? What does he do?? What does Obi-Wan do?? I cannot sleep without knowing

look its an actual snippet this time (1k)

On principle, Ahsoka has enjoyed almost every one of Professor Kenobi’s lectures. Really. She wouldn’t have kept taking his classes steadily over the past four years if she didn’t.

But this lecture has proven to be the most interesting and down-right entertaining lecture Kenobi has ever given. Even Cody, Ahsoka’s TA who always sits in the front row and takes diligent notes for his section lessons, has stopped writing and instead is looking at Kenobi with both amusement and concern lining his face.

Someone’s managed to really fuck Kenobi’s focus up today, and Ahsoka is reaping the benefits.

It’s only twenty minutes into the hour, and already Kenobi has trailed off three times mid-sentence and said F. Scott Kissgerald instead of Fitzgerald.

“By most accounts, in his early years Fitzgerald was a Skywalker--”

Cody coughs loudly. Ahsoka adds another little tally mark into the margins of her notes.

“Smooth talker,” the professor corrects himself weakly. “Apologies.”

The poor man runs a hand through his beard and stares sightlessly down at his notebook on the podium. The microphone he’s using to project his voice picks up his fervent curse.

“He was actually quite an asshole, to be frank,” Kenobi says, tapping his fingers on the wood. “He aged with disgrace, we could say and fell to drink and meanness as the people around him...left. His actions were reprehensible and it is no wonder that he died of a heart attack in 1940, probably due to his own alcoholism. Probably alone, probably...lonely.”

Ahsoka blinks and hesitates in adding a tally mark to her collection. She’s not sure if this was a planned part of the lecture or not, but Professor Kenobi sounds so sad, and it’s probably not because of F. Scott Fitzgerald.

The doors to the lecture hall open very loudly. Kenobi’s eyes widen as he sees the newcomer, which makes Ahsoka turn around in curiosity.

Anakin Skywalker is making his way down the stairs to the bottom of the room where Kenobi’s standing, holding a paper bag in his hands and facial features set into a scowl.

Ahsoka’s babysat for him for about three years now, but she’s never seen that expression on his face. She doesn’t blame Kenobi at all for the few frantic steps he backs up across the floor at the front of the room. She’d try to get away too if Anakin was looking like that and coming toward her.

“Anakin,” Professor Kenobi cautions, holding up one of his hands. Ahsoka’s so glad she chose to sit in the second row today, because that means she can hear everything, even without the microphone. “This is neither the time or pla--”

Anakin ignores him as he gets level with the other man and comes to stand directly in front of him. Poor Professor Kenobi looks like he’s about to die and he knows it. It’s a mix of sadness, defiance, and resignation as he seems to wilt in front of Anakin’s person.

Cody, good-hearted Cody, stands from his desk with a wrinkled brow, as if he thinks Anakin’s going to assault Obi-Wan or something.

With that intent, intense expression on his face, Ahsoka has to admit that his concerns don’t seem that far off base.

But instead what happens is that Anakin thrusts the bag into Obi-Wan’s hands. “You forgot your lunch,” he says angrily.

“Oh,” says Obi-Wan, looking down at the paper sack he’s now holding gingerly. “Thank you?” he asks, shooting a glance up at Anakin, as if the other man is a dangerous predator who has done something extremely unexpected.

And then Anakin does something that is perhaps even more unexpected.

He threads the fingers of one hand through Obi-Wan’s hair and places the other hand gently against Obi-Wan’s cheek before he leans down and kisses him soundly.

After a few seconds, Ahsoka has to look away because it feels like she’s intruding on something beyond personal.

Even if what’s happening is happening in front of at least a hundred undergraduates.

One of whom whoops loudly from several rows back. “Get it, Professor!”

That makes Anakin and Obi-Wan break apart, both blushing a sort of worrying shade of red.

Obi-Wan coughs into his fist as Anakin wipes at his spit-wet mouth with the back of his hand. They’re making some intense eye contact with each other, but heaven only knows what they’re communicating.

Anakin turns to go just as quickly as he had entered. “Lunch is the most important meal of the day,” he mutters into the microphone as he passes it, and Obi-Wan turns redder at that, a feat Ahsoka hadn’t known to be possible.

The professor stands right where Anakin left him, completely still until the doors close behind the man.

The lecture hall falls silent, as if everyone is waiting on the edge of their seats to see what their prim and put together Professor Kenobi is going to do after being tongue-kissed within an inch of his life in front of his students.

Ahsoka for one is not surprised at all when Kenobi’s first instinct appears to be pretend that that didn’t just happen.

He goes to stand behind the podium again and clears his throat as he looks down at his notes, very obviously trying to gather his thoughts.

“Right. My apologies. Well. Where? Where was I?” he furrows his brow as he scans his writing, but his mind probably couldn’t be further away. Ahsoka wouldn’t be surprised if his knees were weak.

Finally he sighs into the microphone and rubs at his forehead in defeat. “Class dismissed,” he tells them. “But do the reading please.”

There’s a cacophony of noise as Ahsoka’s peers break into laughter and teasing, already talking loudly amongst themselves as they start to pack up their things and leave.

Ahsoka goes along with them all the way to the doors at the top of the stairs. Then she looks back at Kenobi, who hasn’t moved from his spot behind the podium but is smiling distractedly down into his notebook.

#ahsoka is like: oh man im about to get so much babysitting money #cause these guys are gonna wanna go on so many dates now #asks #KUWSK #obikin

[padawanlost]

Hello there! I just wanted to ask about something that’s been confusing me real quick: did Anakin lord over others with his Chosen One status or not? Because I thought he was insecure, disliked all the expectations that came with it, and didn’t really believe in that old prophecy to begin with. But, in Jude Watson’s books he thinks he deserves all these things because of it and rubs that status in other faces? I just need some clarity please lol thank you so much and I adore your blog ❤️

No, not at all. If anything, one of Anakin’s biggest difficulties was to assert himself in front of others (specially people in power).

This is a man who is considered a hero of the galaxy, of the most powerful jedi ever, married, soon to be father, beloved and respect by his men and even complete strangers…yet…look at how easily he submits.

If Anakin had been anything like some ‘fans’ like to pretend he was, he wouldn’t be the character portrayed on screen. He’d more like characters like Tony Stark, someone who is completely confident in his abilities and is not ashamed to admit it. But that’s NOT the character we see on screen, or anywhere else for that matter.

The Jedi Council didn’t want me, either. Being the Chosen One didn’t count for anything. Master Yoda wouldn’t train me, or Windu. Every member of the Jedi Council had had something more pressing to do than help him work out what this terrible, galaxy-changing power of his meant, and how he should live in its shadow. He still wasn’t sure. Anakin recalled standing there in that grand, polished Jedi Council Chamber, surrounded by what felt like fear, and disdain, and bewilderment—who were those Masters to feel bewildered, that the only person there who cared if he lived or died was Master Qui-Gon Jinn. And they stopped him training the Chosen One. Qui-Gon hadn’t cared what the Jedi Council said. He’d trained him anyway, a Padawan in all but name. Why am I thinking of all this now? Haven’t I put it behind me? Haven’t I had enough bad memories since then to take their place? Haven’t I vindicated Master Qui-Gon? [Karen Traviss. The Clone Wars]

Anakin enjoyed praise from Obi-Wan, but often became sullen when he was reprimanded. Obi-Wan assured him that he himself had been frequently reminded by Qui-Gon to be more mindful of the Force, but somehow even the slightest criticism managed to leave Anakin feeling stung. First they tell me to do my best, then they tell me I’ve gone too far! ANAKIN SKYWALKER IN THE RISE AND FALL OF DARTH VADER BY RYDER WINDHAM

Despite Anakin’s desire to distance himself from the slave he had once been, he was unable, or unwilling, to shed the other aspects that had defined him on Tatooine. He still dreamed of glory, still craved adventure, and never lost his appetite for high-speed thrills and the desire to prove himself in competition. THE RISE AND FALL OF DARTH VADER BY RYDER WINDHAM

Anakin was liked by the other students, but he had no close friends. He was not loved. Obi-Wan told himself that Anakin’s gifts naturally set him apart. But in his heart, he grieved for Anakin’s loneliness. JUDE WATSON [JEDI QUEST: THE WAY OF THE APPRENTICE]

Just when Anakin thought he’d passed that elusive finishing line that said adult, experienced, seen it all, he realized he was still twenty, Jedi or not, and the wounded boy in him still rose to the surface—provoked into angry violence, scared of abandonment, and still in need of approval. KAREN TRAVISS [STAR WARS: THE CLONE WARS NOVELIZATION]

[Obi-Wan] knew, glancing at his Padawan’s eager face, that Anakin meant well from the bottom of his heart. If Obi-Wan saw a shadow on that heart, he knew it would pain his Padawan to know it. In many ways, Anakin was still a boy. A wounded, loving, anxious boy with great gifts he did not fully understand. Yet he was also a young man, close to maturity, who could do great harm. To others, yes. To himself, most of all JUDE WATSON [JEDI QUEST: THE SCHOOL OF FEAR]

“I just…” Anakin stopped. He took a ragged breath. “I thought you would be proud of me.” I am proud of you. Obi-Wan wanted to say the words. They were true. He was proud of so much in Anakin. But now was not the time to tell him that. Or was it? JUDE WATSON [JEDI QUEST: THE SCHOOL OF FEAR]

Fixing broken machines was like a meditation. Fixing broken machines was an antidote to every pain, every loss, every fear, every defeat. Fixing broken machines kept him from going mad. CLONE WARS GAMBIT: STEALTH

You are very observant, Ferus, but you must accept that I know him better than you,” Obi-Wan said carefully. “Anakin can be arrogant. I know that. But he is also learning and growing. He is respectful of his great power. He does not abuse it. He is younger than you, but he has seen much injustice, many terrible things. I do not think it so wrong that he wants to change things. You must understand that it isn’t ambition that drives him. It is compassion. OBI-WAN KENOBI IN STAR WARS – JEDI QUEST: THE CHANGING OF THE GUARD BY JUDE WATSON

Taking them, she looked up at him and shook her head, even though it still ached. “It’s odd. You’re nothing like I expected.” “Why?” he said, perching on the edge of the nearby chair. “What did you expect?” “I don’t know,” she said, floundering. “I can’t say I’ve ever given the Jedi much thought. I mean, not as individuals. I never expected to meet one—let alone two. I don’t tend to go places where your skills are needed. But—well—you’re gentle.” That made him smile. “As opposed to what?” She swallowed the pain-tabs, washing them down with a mouthful of water. “Oh. You know. The HoloNet news—it portrays as you as this—this—heroic warrior. Larger than life. Charging into battle, lightsaber flashing. Scourge of the Separatists. That kind of thing.” She shrugged. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

“Ten years in this place, and still he was an object of interest. Of speculation. All their hopes and dreams hanging on him like decorations on a bantha skeleton at Boonta Eve. He hated it.” [Clone Wars: Wild space, Karen Miller]

[Anakin] did not like the fact that he had won. It seemed wrong that he had stepped so far out of line, and yet had been retained as a Padawan. He did not like the unease this victory, if victory it was, produced in him. Above all weaknesses, arrogance was the most costly. They keep me here because I have potential they’ve never seen before. They keep me in training because they’re curious to see what I can do. I feel like a rich man who never knows whether his friends are true-or whether they just want his money. This was a particularly galling thought, and certainly neither true nor fair. Why do they put up with me, then? Why do I keep testing them? [Greg Bear’s Rogue Planet]

The only piece of media where Anakin is more ‘openly’ arrogant is in The Clone Wars (2008) but even then, he doesn’t flaunt his alleged ‘status’ over everyone. His arrogance is reflected more through his disobedience, not open defiance and antagonist behavior towards his peers.

But hey, what do Hayden Christensen, George Lucas and most Star Wars writers know? lol

PS: thank you! <3

#ask #skybiee #anakin skywalker #sw meta #meta: anakin #txt

[syn0vial]

Hello Wise One! I was actually hoping if you can give me some solid personality pointers on Jango, rather than Boba, Fett?

sure thing! full disclosure that my knowledge of jango is not as extensive as my knowledge of boba, but i’ll do my best with what i have! here are some personality traits of jango’s i’ve observed:

paranoid/protective: this is a big one if you ask me. jango endured a life of betrayal and loss before he became a bounty hunter and it shows. besides boba, he doesn’t trust anyone fully, not even those closest to him and is always ready to cut ties at the drop of a hat—lethally, if necessary. his mistrust of the rest of the galaxy is so potent that when he takes boba on missions to populated areas, he instructs him to hide even from normal foot traffic and becomes anxious when he learns that others may have spotted him. it becomes pretty evident that part of the reason boba was so isolated growing up was that jango didn’t trust the vast majority of the galaxy enough to let them near the kid. and when other bounty hunters find out about him? ho boy. jango actually convinces them that he killed boba using a cloned child’s body, bc he’d rather be known as the worst kind of monster rather than make boba a target. there’s also the fact that, after their apartment on kamino gets found out by obi-wan, jango is packed and ready to leave in minutes. not only is he ready to bug out at the first sign of danger, but he’s well-prepared to do so at a moment’s notice.

a loving father: another big one. for those who look at a man as battle-hardened and stoic as jango fett and wonder whether boba got enough affection as a kid, worry not: in the vast majority of depictions, jango is a very loving father, especially when he’s out of the prying eyes of clients and colleagues. he hugs boba, tells him he loves him, joins him in playing with toy starfighters, and tries to make time for him as much as he can. he even does his dadly duty of going fishing with his son (though he and boba practice spearfishing rather than using a rod and tackle). there’s also a wistful little scene where, trying to help boba feel better after zam’s death, he takes him to kamino’s main spaceport and lets him infodump about all the ships he sees there :,) so overall, he has a lot of good qualities as a dad

controlling: and the other side of the coin! while jango is a genuinely loving father, he’s not at all the type to encourage his son’s independent development. self-sufficiency? sure. interests in anything other than the path jango has laid out for him? not really. he actively discourages boba from learning about “unimportant” topics from books, an apparently very broad category given it includes things such as schools, moms, and other children. he drills into boba’s head that he’s going to be a bounty hunter and that he needs to abide by a code with such healthy guidelines like, “don’t have friends or attachments” and “trust no one but use everyone.” boba, of course, goes with it bc he loves his father and wants to live up to his expectations, but he never really gets a choice in the matter. honestly, i think this side of jango is best summed up by him leaving a post-humous note for boba that says, among other things, “i am more than a parent to you.” it kind of goes along with how, after jango’s death, boba continued to think of his father not just with love and grief, but also an almost religious dread of failing his expectations. jango undoubtedly loved his son but he also seems to have defined a very narrow path for him to walk, without room for deviation.

possesses an actual charisma score: okay, now for a more fun one: jango has a charisma score and he apparently makes a habit of using it, to the point where his old friend rozatta pokes fun at him for it (he compliments her and she’s like “oh, you’re flattering me? must mean you want something!”) he also pulls the same thing on zam, calling her charming to get her to agree to help him break into a target’s stronghold. so yeah, jango fett turning up the charm to get people to help him/give him info? 100% canon, baby

very fun friendship with zam wesell: look, this isn’t a personality trait, but it’s important to me. these two are just so fucking funny together. like, on the surface, it’s just a fun dynamic of zam making flirty banter and jokes while jango pretends to be annoyed and drag her, much to her delight. but then on a professional level, you have these two ammoral assholes bouncing wildly between being one another’s Sexy Rival and being one another’s Unhinged Partner but whoops, jango went and had a kid, so now they’re Unhinged But Mostly Responsible Co-Parents. one of my favorite scenes is when, in an attempt to intimidate a prisoner into talking, zam impersonates a politician and lets jango pretend to “kill” her in front of him. for some reason, even after they’re done, jango continues to bridal carry zam’s “body” into the cockpit of slave I, at which point, she perks up, bats her eyelashes at him, and goes, “you’d never really kill me would you, jango?” jango quite honestly replies, “only if i had to.” there’s a beat and then zam’s like, “....you’re so sweet! 😘” honestly, they’re so stupid, i love them

ascetic: much like his son, jango doesn’t seem to have much interest in luxury or “the finer things.” despite having enough money to live very comfortably, his apartment on kamino is described as “spartan” in design and furnishing. this may have something to do with the first bullet point, given that a simple life is easier to pack up and take with you at a moment’s notice, but i do think there’s some amount of preference in this lifestyle, given it’s what both fetts seem most comfortable with in all circumstances.

traumatized: i mean, he’s a fett, ain’t he? particularly, just like boba after him, jango is traumatized by the loss of his family, especially his own father figure, jaster mereel. much like boba, jango seems haunted by the need to live up to jaster’s name and legacy. for background, jaster was betrayed and killed in an ambush by the leader of deathwatch, after which he passed on the title of mand’alor to jango. however, some time after this, the true mandalorians led by jango were wiped out by a combination of death watch and the jedi, with jango himself being stripped of his armor and sold as a slave. after this point, jango does not seem to see himself as worthy of jaster’s legacy and thus attempts to pass it on to his son, resulting in the high and narrow expectations he sets for boba as mentioned in bullet point #3. boba himself concludes as much as an adult. on top of the trauma of losing his family, jango also seems to have been traumatized by his time as a slave. most notably, when he’s being tortured after being captured by target komari vosa, he at first remains fairly stoic, even as she starts to mutilate his face. it isn’t until she mentions enslaving him that he seems to panic, struggling desperately to get away. vosa even laughs and says that she must have touched a nerve with her comment. basically: fetts be traumatized :(

soft spot for (some) kids: another thing that’s interesting about jango is that he... usually attempts to do right when kids are involved. i say “usually” bc fat lot of good it did all the cloned children he had a hand in creating >:( but, for example, after killing a runaway clonetrooper as part of a bounty, he finds out that the clone had a son. unwilling to let the child live in poverty due to his own actions, he has regular payments sent to the boy’s mother to help support him. in another instance, jango and zam help deliver an artifact to a client who intends to use it to carry out a terrorist attack on coruscant against millions of civilians. when zam finds out about the client’s intentions, she’s horrified and goes to jango demanding they steal the artifact back. jango completely brushes her off at first, telling her it’s not his problem and that he needs to spend more time with his son. zam coldly asks him how many “sons” he thinks live on coruscant. needless to say, her argument convinces him to join her in stopping the terrorist plot :,)

aaand that’s all i got at the moment! i hope it helps to characterize jango a little bit more!

#crcgeneralwandsmith #jango fett #boba fett #zam wesell #fetts pass on trauma like a family heirloom :`) #like ''got this from grandpa jaster so don't lose it now''