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padawansuggest · 1 year

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Qui-Gon: Obi-Wan, we need to have a talk-

Obi-Wan: *hiding in between a couch and a wall* We don’t!

Qui-Gon: *trying to pull his kid out by the scruff like a kitten* We do.

Obi-Wan: Master Krell had it coming!

Qui-Gon: I’m aware of that.

Obi-Wan: Then what’s wrong?

Qui-Gon: *finally pulls Obi-Wan out and into his lap* Listen, there are certain expectations of Padawans-

Obi-Wan: Oh? So I’m supposed to be subservient because I’m young? Disgusting. That’s Elder talk and I’m not about to-

Qui-Gon: *deep sigh, realizing that one’s not getting them anywhere* Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan, please just listen. Okay, some other species have blood born markers or pathogens that wouldn’t effect them but would poison a human or could infect them for life. Which is why we can’t bite everyone that upsets us.

Obi-Wan: *considering his options carefully, thinking it over* I… am going to take the temple’s biology courses to learn more about this.

Qui-Gon: *not the answer he wanted, but will take it because it contains a level of forethought Obi-Wan hasn’t been showing as of late with his hair-trigger reactions to adults* Good enough.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #incorrect star wars quotes #qui gon jinn #of course it was Krell and he had it coming #Obi wan bites #feral Obi wan

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milkcioccolato · 6 months

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Was working with my dad, and this box of things had “morsetti volanti” written on it, which can also mean in Italian “little flying bites” and it just made me think of them🥺💖

#this is so them #he bites as a form of love #his love language is biting #I also think it is kinda in his zabrak instincts #he’s a cat #maul #darth maul #jedi maul #obi wan #obi wan kenobi #obimaul #jedi obimaul au #star wars #milks artsies

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severenireincarnated · 1 year

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Reserve AU - Sith!Obi-Wan and Jedi!Maul

Based and inspired by this absolute banger of a fic “Polite company”, written by @spicedrobot 💖💖💖

#Star Wars #ObiMaul #sith obi wan #obi wan #Darth maul #Jedi maul #please read the fic or I will bite #it is the best fic ever #my art

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hannibalzero · 4 days

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Wolf Anakin resisting the urge to eat Bunny-wan while they're mating 👀 All the buns in the community wondering why Bunny-wan travels with multiple wolf pups as it's extremely uncommon to see buns hang out with their natural predators even while they're only pups. They have no idea the pups are actually his pups with Wolfkin

There was a lot of steps to get to mating. Not just the romantic but do not kill me by accident. Steps as well.

Obi-Wan and Anakin talked a lot about mating.

First was the ballgag, just for Anakin to sink his teeth into while mating. Worked alright.

Then a muzzle so they could kiss while mating. Not great but okay.

The more they mated the easier it became for Anakin, but at the end Anakin needs something to bite before finishing.

Keeping a large chew toy by one’s head while mating isn’t traditional sexy. But not being eaten will bring an Obi-Bun to climax alone.

The bunny community thinks Obi-bun is a saint. Taking in a single father wolf and his offspring. No bunny wants to think about why Obi-Bun tends to gain a little weight.

Why there are new baby buns as well?

Honestly, Rabbits are known for having fun. No one would be the first to ask who the father is.

But…a fawn bunny having a brown bunny all of a sudden?

A familiar brown…

Oh look a carrot…

#star wars #obikin #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #bunny-wan #wolfkin #tw eating issues #Tw biting #tw society #communication #sex acomadations #asks #answered #answered asks #asks open

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adragonsfriend · 26 days

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Another casualty of BHOT (Anakin time travels back to the beginning of the clone wars after being a Sith Lord and then a double agent) is that Anakin no longer eats bugs. He could pick up the practice again, but after a decade and a half of eating through a tube I think his tolerance for putting anything squirmy in his mouth is totally gone.

Seriously, this man only bothers to remember to eat because not eating would be unhealthy which would be bad for his revenge plans. How he remembers to eat is by adhering religiously to a daily schedule of chowing down on ration bars and nothing else. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka both think he’s insane, and even the clones think he’s a little weird about ration bars.

#star wars #biting his own tale #double agent anakin #anakin skywalker #clones #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #time travel fix it #feed yourself it will help you achieve vengeance #star wars yeeteth #but #star wars yoinketh away

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that-squishy-robot · 9 months

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Vampire Luke x Park Ranger Din go brrrrrrrrr.

“Do you actually enforce the laws, or just stand around and look cute in your uniform?”

Din blinked in slight confusion. He wasn’t sure if he was being patronized or flirted with.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to try and figure it out.

The older man grabbed his arm, and started dragging him towards the Bronco. “Sorry for the trouble, sir. Ignore him, he’s a clone of his father. It’s very unfortunate for all of us.”

#fanfic #dinluke #skydalorian #din x luke #vampire au #Luke: Do you think I should go back and give the hot park ranger ky number?#Obi-Wan: I always cursed your father to have a son just like him. I never thought it’s come back to bite me.

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padawansuggest · 5 months

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13 yo Obi-Wan: You guys are keeping me captive 🥺

Jaster: Ob’ika, we are bringing you back to the temple to reunite with your people.

Obi-Wan: 🥺 then why am I in a cage?

Jaster: *looks pointedly at Jango covered in bite marks, bandages and a torn kute*

Jango: Jas’Buir, he’s really cute, the bites didn’t even hurt 🥺

Obi-Wan: Yeah, I’m just making friends 🥺

Jaster: *soul deep sigh* I am not letting you out of the cell so you can maul my ad again.

Jango: Buuuir, he’s just an ad’ika, lookit his ik’aad fangs, he won’t actually hurt me!

Jaster: You we’re begging me to get his fangs out of your wrist five minutes ago.

Jango: He’s just teething!!

Jaster: Jan’ika, I know you want to keep him, but he’s not even house broken yet.

Jango: Neither was I when you adopted me!! He’s chosen me! Lemme keep him!

Obi-Wan: 🥺 I will be a good boy if you stick your fingers in my enclosure 🥺

Jaster: *physically holding Jango back* No. We will revisit this when the baar’ur has given him a Xanax omfg- *dragging Jango out of the ship hold*

#and that’s how Jango adopted a baby 🥰#star wars #obi wan kenobi #incorrect star wars quotes #jaster mereel #jango fett #Obi really liked Jango but being lost gave him anxiety and Stewjoni anxiety means I BITE YOU I BITE YOU I BITE YOU #and Jaster is the only one comprehending that rn #basically Obi can’t consent to an adopting at the exact moment so he’s tryina stop Jango from being an idiot till the kid got a Xanax in hi #those notes added later cause I literally stopped in the middle of the sidewalk on the way home to write this #it’s also based off that one scene in Futurama where Zoidberg keeps attacking Amy while in heat #fool me seven times shame on you fool me eight or more times shame on me #but Jango is too enamored with the baby to step back he’s a chew toy now

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marieaqua · 1 year

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I love that Bo’s between Anakin and Ahsoka in age because I can imagine Obi-Wan having a particularly bad day with middle school aged Anakin and being like “whatever Satine is up to at least she isn’t dealing this” then smash cut to her doing exactly that

#star wars #clone wars #bo katan kryze #satine kryze #obi wan kenobi #raising your somewhat unstable younger siblings is an Obitine thing lmao #I can guarantee both of them were bitten at some point by their demon child younger sibling #there’s two categories of kid #bites people and doesn’t bite people #and Bo and Anakin were definitely both in the bites people category

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aigoos · 5 months

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Japanese (or British) schoolboy Obikin art by the bloody amazing @kana7o ~

I absolutely love the student president vibes from Obi-Wan and the rebellious vibes from Anakin. And them getting caught while snogging? Absolute perfection. Seriously, I am over the moon with this. I am especially digging that hairstyle on Obi-Wan! And the love bites . . . XD

#kana7o is bloody amazing #fanart #obikin #obikin fanart #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #commission #schoolboy obikin #japanese influenced idea #student president obi wan #rebellious anakin #love bites #caught snogging #damn they look so hot and fuckable

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battlekilt · 2 years

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Our Little Troopers...

The how isn't important anymore, the Jedi certainly aren't bothered much anymore. But the point is...

The Clones were all de-aged. There is no memory. No scars. Fresh from the tanks little Clones. This is a problem for the Kaminoans, who lose their loans on a "faulty product" clause found in the financial agreement for the second loan.

Now the Galactic Republic citizens had to provide their own armies. The war dragged on for far longer.

Many Clones are scattered all over, but some Clones stayed close to home as residents of the Temple.

This is exactly what High Jedi Generals Kenobi and Skywalker always need after long, drawn-out battles...

Little mend broken hearts more than the sounds of tiny pattering feet on the approach, and the giggles of Little Clones on the march. It was chaos. It was perfect.

Around the bend came one toddling Little with a head of golden curls and a blue strip down the middle of his onesie. Immediately, he scampered up to Skywalker, came to a stop, nearly toppled over, and barely managed to right himself. He was still wobbly and clutched to the top of Anakin's knee-high boot.

Rex pointed downward. "I have toes!" He tried to sound serious, but immediately after his very serious announcement came the sound of bell-like giggles when he got scooped up into Anakin's arms.

One boy with a gold-orange stripe down his onesie almost got within reach of Obi-Wan while in pursuit of another little Clone. While Rex babbled away to Anakin, Obi-Wan tried to get Cody to let him pick him up.

Cody bit him.

Truly, Obi-Wan expected this. He'd wait until Cody was exhausted. He sighed sadly, though also fondly, and looked down to find a tiny chubby fist tugging on his robes. Another sweet face looked up at him, a rare Clone with chubby cheeks. He wouldn't have to see the silver strip to know it was Plo's darling Wolffe asking for upsies—he was always starved for them.

Immediately, the General scooped him up and pressed his cheek into the boy's, and moved just in time to avoid poor Wolffe's cloth-covered toes being bitten by a jealous Cody... who still wouldn't let Kenobi hold him. Instead, he chased a boy with a red stripe on his onesie.

He fussed over the bib of the very quiet Wolffe and said, "Always such a civilized little gentleman who never bites."

Cody looked offended. Fox grinned to show his pointy, little teeth.

"Didn't the records show that as a baby, Cody was a well-behaved Tiny?" Anakin asked, not for the first time. He liked to rub it into Obi-Wan's face that Rex has always been a well-behaved boy and remains one.

"I guess he feels comfortable enough to show us his true colors, now," Obi-Wan said with another sigh. He didn't want to show what it really meant to him to know that Cody felt safer with him than he ever had as a Tiny on Kamino.

All around them more little Clones showed up, and eventually... the one who was now the only known Clone to retain his age: Boba Fett, who was chasing after at least three Clones in purple.

"They are all menaces!" Boba announced. They had heard it before. They will hear it again. He loved it. And he loved them.

Now he was the big brother, and he had a chance to stay their big brother, since none of the Clones showed any signs of their ages advancing.

"Better here or the prison?" Anakin asked. He looked down and saw Fox tugging on him to pick him up. He groaned. Fox always wanted to be around Rex, since they were the same size. But, it was also a guessing game about whether he'd behave like Rex or... bite.

"Living in the Jedi Temple IS living in a prison," Boba tried to argue, but it was hard to take the kid seriously when he scooped up Cody just as the tyke scurried by again.

Obi-Wan frowned. "How do you pick him up and not get bit?" He asked.

Looking far too serious in his face, though his eyes sparkled with mirth, Boba said quite frankly, "I bite back when he does."

"And... that's worked?"

"Most of the time. It does make him pause. Plus, he really doesn't bite too many. Just those who entertain him."

#tcw #commander cody #commander wolffe #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #captain rex #commander fox #let clones be babies #// i have more in my head #// i based Cody's biting off my one parrot #// whose favorite clone is Cody #baby clones #au: little troopers

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tennessoui · 7 months

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For whenever you feel in the playmaker writing mood, I would love to read the scene where Anakin comes home to baby Ray and is just like what. what.

here you go!!! 2.5k of playmaker au, specifically anakin coming home to find that obi-wan has stolen a baby from a grocery store

(warnings: playmaker anakin? specifically playmaker anakin about babies?)

(2.5k)

When Anakin opens the door to his house to the ear-splitting sound of a baby crying, he almost closes it once more to check that he has the correct place. But of course he does. No one else’s entryway could possibly be this messy.

Luke and Leia’s shoes are thrown in a hectic pile by the doormat, Luke’s football balanced precariously on the toes of his cleats. Leia’s school bag has been discarded on the short bench Obi-Wan had wheedled one of Anakin’s men into installing, built into the wall.

It’s definitely Anakin’s house; over the wailing of the strange baby, he can hear his own baby’s low murmurs. Frozen as he is with the door half open and half closed, he can even hear the distinct whine of Luke’s voice.

His eyebrows furrow; he steps forward, firmly into the house, and shuts the door behind him. His jacket has barely cleared his shoulders before the pattering of little feet greet him.

“Make him give it back!” Leia’s voice shrieks out. It’s a particularly grating sound, one that Anakin hasn’t heard for several years and absolutely has not missed.

He closes his eyes and intentionally hangs his gun holster on the hook next to his jacket. “What did Luke take, baby?” “Nothing!” Luke cries. He sounds just as distraught as his sister. Anakin exhales slowly through his nose before turning around and crouching down. One twin immediately comes within the circle of his arms. The other hangs back, looking distrustful.

Which is probably why Leia will be the one to inherit his criminal empire when it’s time.

“What did you take, Luke?” he asks his son, hefting him up into the air as he stands. “And whose fucking baby is that screaming?”

There’s muted movement from the other end of the long entrance hallway, and then Obi-Wan Kenobi rounds the corner, arms full of a baby swaddled in a yellow blanket. Its face is red from crying, but it’s seemingly more content now. A pacifier has been stuck in its mouth at least.

“Yours,” Obi-Wan says primly, adjusting his hold on the baby.

Anakin squints at him and then down at the child. “Well that’s a fucking lie, sweetheart,” he says, taking a cautious step forward. Leia skitters to duck behind his leg.

Smart girl. If Obi-Wan thinks—what, that Anakin slept with a woman a year ago while on a business trip—who knows what the boy is capable of? After all, Obi-Wan values loyalty above all else.

“Cause I don’t remember anyone else in my bed but you,” he adds, eyes examining the play of shadows and emotions across Obi-Wan’s face. The other man’s hair is up in a loose bun. He’s wearing the remnants of a respectable suit. He doesn’t look like a boy who is planning to cut his losses and run out of Coruscant tonight.

Not that he’d get far, of course, but he certainly doesn’t look like a man who is planning to try.

“If people are only yours by blood, does that mean I’m free to go?” Obi-Wan replies archly, turning his back to Anakin and marching into their living room.

Anakin watches him go, speechless.

He crouches down on the ground again and carefully places his son back onto the floor. “Luke, baby, Leia,” he says, unable to take his eyes off of the empty doorway. “Go upstairs.”

“Make him give it back, Daddy,” Leia says, tugging on the edge of his shirt. “I don’t like it.”

“Mhm,” Anakin replies. From what he’s seen so far, he isn’t much of a fan either. “Go.”

They go, and Anakin allows himself a few moments to stare after them consideringly. One day, eventually, he will need them to be something more than well-trained puppies. He will need them to be something even more than attack dogs.

But that is a conundrum for a later day. Now, he stands on his feet and follows after his boy, who he can still hear gently murmuring in the living room.

He leans against the doorway. Obi-Wan does not look as if he is going to throw anything at him or harm him bodily in any sort of way, but one can never be too sure with him. It’s part of the reason Anakin finds him so fascinating still after all these years.

But then, his little mouse has never so far stooped to physical violence. That’s more of Anakin’s beast.

“It’s not mine,” he says. It’s best to state these things clearly. “I want it out of the house. It’s upsetting the children.”

Obi-Wan does not look up from the baby in his arms. Its eyes are closed now, expression lax and trusting. The pacifier is still in its mouth. “She’s mine,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing over the skin of its cheek.

Anakin stills, half a step forward.

It’s two offenses in one blow. Obi-Wan’s attention is solidly on something not Anakin, when Anakin is speaking so directly to him. And if Obi-Wan says the baby is his, then he’s implying that he slept with some woman a year ago during one of Anakin’s business trips.

The image the sentence puts into his head has Vader roaring to the surface of his mind between one blink and the next. “If you think I would not hurt an infant for the crime of representing a past dalliance of yours, you are gravely mistaken,” he warns, hand clenching into a fist at his side. “So speak carefully, little mouse.”

“Monster,” Obi-Wan says, keeping his tone light. Keeping his eyes away from Vader’s face. He carefully raises the baby up and tilts his head down until he can rub his nose ever so gently against the baby’s own tiny nose.

“Yes,” Vader says stiffly. “So get rid of it or I will.”

Obi-Wan finally looks up at him. His eyes are blue steel.

Fuck, Vader hasn’t seen him look this stubborn about anything since he was tried in criminal court for the murder of Savage Oppress.

“No,” Obi-Wan says succintly. “She’s ours.”

This more than anything gives Anakin pause. “What.”

Obi-Wan raises to his feet and deposits the baby into a crib a few feet away. How had Anakin missed the fucking crib? When did Obi-Wan have the time to find a fucking crib?

“She’s our baby,” Obi-Wan says, running his hand along the edge of the crib. His head comes up and he gives Anakin a hard stare as if daring him to disagree. “She’s ours or she’s mine.”

There it is.

“You’re handing out ultimatums like that now, sweetheart?” Vader asks, stepping into the room and prowling towards his husband. “Think that’s smart, little mouse? Think you can threaten me like that? Think you can do that with no punishment?”

“Yeah,” Obi-Wan murmurs. His voice is rough. He moves to the outside of the crib, hands grasping the edges and body turned to face Vader as he approaches. “Because I’m serious, Anakin. I’m not going to give her away. I want her. You’re going to let me have her.”

“And its parents?” Anakin asks, boxing Obi-Wan in against the crib. “Its actual parents?”

“She’s adopted.”

“Did you steal it from an orphanage, Obi-Wan?” Anakin’s eyebrows fly up at the very idea. He still has to coax his little mouse into doing things of even a slight criminal nature half the time. His little mouse hates sitting on Anakin’s lap during his meetings, hates all the trappings and police tape that comes with being a mob wife.

It’s his past. It’s his sheriff father. It’s the talons of Qui-Gon Jinn’s ghost still sunk deep into his soul. It’s all of that shit, and despite it all, Anakin loves him. As much as a man like him, a man like Vader can love.

Obi-Wan’s flash away for a second. It’s an admittance of guilt. His cheeks begin to flush red.

“No,” he says and hesitates, pink mouth torn open. Anakin’s face breaks into the beginnings of a smile. His hands fall to rest on his waist. What’s going to come out of Obi-Wan’s mouth next will probably be the best confession he’s heard all day. “I stole her from her stroller.”

Anakin’s mouth falls open.

“Excuse me?”

Obi-Wan’s chin juts up as he frowns at Anakin. “I stole her from her stroller. Her parents left her unattended. And–I wanted her.”

He isn’t sure if his eyebrows will ever lower. “You wanted her.”

“I wanted a baby,” Obi-Wan says very clearly. “The twins are old and they hate me now. I wanted a baby again.”

“The twins are not old,” Anakin replies automatically. “They’re ten. They’re children.”

His little mouse’s lips stay curled in a stubborn moue of defiance.

“They don’t hate you,” he adds. “They adore you, baby. You know that. What they hate is that thing,” his hand gestures over Obi-Wan to encompass the crib and the baby. “Leia begged me to make you give it back.”

“Oh and how would that go?” Obi-Wan sniffs, looking haughtily down his nose at Anakin, as if he weren’t the one who just stole a fucking baby in broad daylight. “Oh, so sorry, I didn’t mean to take your baby, I just tripped and fell and it landed in my grocery cart by accident.”

“You stole a baby from a grocery store?”

But Obi-Wan’s eyes are narrowed in consideration and a second later, he’s changing tactics. His hands slip from their defensive position on the crib’s edge, run up the length of Anakin’s arms to rest on the sides of his neck. His eyes go half-lidded. His mouth gets all glistening and wet. “Daddy,” he says.

“No,” Anakin says. “You can’t fuck your way into a baby, Obi-Wan—”

“I thought that’s how most couples got a baby,” Obi-Wan points out.

“You can’t banter your way into a baby either, fuck, Obi-Wan—”

“I can,” his boy says confidentally, pushing up against Anakin’s hips. “Because I really want a baby. And I already found a baby. Her name is Rey.”

“No, don’t name it, you’ll get attached to it—”

“I love you,” Obi-Wan murmurs. He pushes forward and stands up on his toes so that he can rub his nose along the line of Anakin’s jaw. “I want to raise a child with you. Just you and me, she’ll never know another parent. Don’t you want to raise a baby with someone you love? Someone you trust? You’ll never have to kill me. You know I love you—every part of you.”

Unlike your first wife, goes unsaid. Unlike the mother of your children.

It doesn’t go unheard.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin groans, but he tightens his grip on the boy’s waist. “You stole a baby.”

“I murdered a good man for you,” he murmurs, dragging his lips over his. “I murdered a bad man for the twins. I stole a baby for us. Look what you’ve made me. Look what you’ve turned me into, darling.”

Anakin bites back another groan. His little mouse plays dirty now that Anakin’s taught him how. Or maybe that’s always been a part of him. Maybe that ruthless streak, that cunning brutality has always been there; maybe that’s what drew him to the undercover detective in the first place.

“Did you kill the parents at least?” Anakin asks, eyes falling closed. He cannot believe the words coming out of his mouth.

He cannot believe how easily he gave into those fucking blue eyes.

“That’s your job,” Obi-Wan tells him, pressing a kiss to his lips. For a reward.

“Did you mock up the paperwork to make it look like a legal adoption?”

“Also your job,” Obi-Wan says again, brushing another kiss to Anakin’s face. Anakin’s hand grips the back of Obi-Wan’s hair, holding him close and in place.

“Obi-Wan…”

“I told the twins though,” Obi-Wan says quickly. He hooks his leg around the back of Anakin’s calf, winding his arms solidly around his neck.

“Yeah?” Anakin murmurs, letting his other hand trail down over the small of his back. “How’d they take that, baby?” Obi-Wan is silent.

“Yeah,” Anakin says. “That’s what I thought.” Sharing their Obi-Wan’s attention? It’s bad enough they have to split it with each other and Anakin. Now there’s an entirely new thing demanding Obi-Wan’s time. His attention. His arms.

Anakin scowls automatically, just thinking about it.

“They’ll get used to her,” Obi-Wan says. His hands tighten on the back of Anakin’s neck. “They’re growing up. They don’t need me as much anymore.” His eyes are wet and big when he looks up at Anakin. He’s almost too tall to pull the move off anymore. “I just…I want to be needed, Ani. You’ve gotten me spoiled on the feeling. And I—I can’t go back to the other way.”

“Baby, of course we need you,” Anakin says, using his grip on Obi-Wan’s lower back to push him pointedly up against his covered cock.

Obi-Wan sighs into the kiss Anakin pushes on his mouth, and when he pulls back, he looks so fucking despondent that Anakin’s patience for anything but wiping that look from his little mouse’s face evaporates.

“Stop it,” he commands, thumbing at the skin beneath Obi-Wan’s eye rather roughly. “Stop it, we’re keeping it. Fine. We’re keeping it.”

“And you’ll talk to the twins?” Obi-Wan’s voice wavers. There’s at least a thirty percent chance it’s genuine emotion. “Tell them that she’s family? And that means they must protect her? Care for her even if they don’t love her?” Anakin’s eyebrows shoot up. Even though he’s been dead three years, Qui-Gon Jinn’s ghost seems to haunt half of Obi-Wan’s deeply rooted ideas and values.

“I’ll get Rex and Ahsoka to start on the papers,” Anakin mutters, pulling away reluctantly from his husband’s all too soft and willing body—now that he’s gotten his way.

The baby—Rey, Anakin supposes—begins to whine once more.

Immediately, instinctively almost, Obi-Wan flips himself around so that he’s facing the crib, peering into and reaching down.

Out of curiosity, Anakin slots himself up against his back, unable to resist the slightest roll of his hips.

The baby blinks up at him. Her face is all squishy and red. Her eyes are clear, blue still, though Leia’s eyes were blue when she was born. Rey’s fingers dance in the air as she reaches for Obi-Wan plaintatively.

The twins are not going to be happy.

But Obi-Wan is. He’s incandescent as he allows her to wrap her tiny fingers around his index finger.

“Does she at least have red hair?” Anakin murmurs, fairly plaintative himself. “It’ll be easier to trick myself into loving her if she looks like you.”

“She’s mine,” Obi-Wan replies, looking back at him slightly, hand still tangled with the infant’s. “You’ll love her.”

It still sounds like an ultimatum.

Anakin sighs; Anakin capitulates.

#asks #playmaker au #obikin #vaderwan #then anakin turns on the news and mayor palpatine is giving a tearful speech about how someone took his granddaughter #from her stroller in a grocery store #when her parents looked away at the meat counter #and how crime in this city has gone too far #and palpatine is begging for anyone to come forward with information or to return his granddaughter to her parents #and anakin gets such a fucking migraine #hes like maybe i should fucking return YOU #and obi-wan bites him

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