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jetiisyandereclones · 2 years

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Cody was besotted with his ad'ika. She was so bubbly and full of energy. Her giggles ran through his battleship, out of place yet somehow right at home.

Cody carried her everywhere, her sling made out of his Obi Wan's robes and his blacks. Their combined scents seemed to calm her better than anything, and cody's favourite thing was going about his day with his sweet baby strapped to his chest, cuddly and happy.

Cody never found out what had made her sonagressive before, but that doesnt matter now. She was a different person. Would become a different person.

Obi Wan joined him on the bridge. His Ad'Ika immediatly reaching out for him.

Cody took the sling off and handed it to Obi Wan.

'You know, she should really he walking around more. I dont think you've put her down all day' Obi Wan commented, refusing the sling and instead opting to hold their daughter himself.

'I know, but, I just dont think its very safe for her. In this room alone I see multiple ways she could hurt herself. And this is one of the safer ones. Besides, I dont mind holding her' Cody smiled at the sleepy baby, gently pulling her balled up fist from her mouth, and cooing when she wrapped it around his finger, pulling him towards her.

'Cody, she MUST learn to walk on her own. If she doesnt build up strength at this age I fear she may never gain full mobility as she gets older!' Obi Wan pressed.

But all Cody heard was that she'd always need him.

'Would that really be such a bad thing?' Cody asked, taking his ad'ika back from the irate Jedi. Cody sounded far too serious for Obi Wan's liking.

'Are you mad? Of course it would be. Put her down Cody. She'll be alright'

Cody sighed. Not liking this one bit. He was convinced there was nowhere safe for his ad'ika but tucked up against his or Obi Wans chests.

However, Obi Wan did have a point. Kix and the 212th's medic had also advised that she spent less time in her sling, as most babies her age needed the exercise to not only build strength and stamina, but to improve their mental capacity and immune system.

The last thing Cody wanted to do was bring harm to his daughter. But, she was just so SMALL. A tiny thing like her could easily find harm on a battleship, especially theirs.

Waxer and Boil had accused him of trying to babyproof the ship and maybe they were right. But he's a father now. Worrying about his child is what hes supposed to do.

Obi Wan took his outer robe off, laying it down on the floor.

'Will this ease your mind, Commander? Put her down on this and let her crawl around.'

That was an order.

Cody carefully lowered her down onto her buirs robe, and she happily gurgled and giggled, wriggling around in the soft, familiar smelling material.

Obi Wan and Cody had expected her to wriggle. Had expected her to roll and crawl and maybe even tumble around a bit.

What neither of them expected however, was for their ad'ika to stand on wobbly, unstable legs and walk off, at a pretty decent pace. The two men were stunned.

So much so they didnt really see the drop in the floor that led to the lower deck on the bridge before she fell down it.

Cody was on her in an instant, Obi Wan close behind. The clone scoped up his ad'ika, who was crying, although she didn't appear to be harmed.

'I told you this wasnt a safe idea!' Cody hissed, before trying to calm his bawling daughter.

'Shhh, shhh ad'ika. I know, I KNOW. It must hurt. But your alright. I'm here, buirs here.'

Cody layed kisses all across the infants head, her crying easing off into hiccups, then turning into giggles as Cody blew a raspberry on her wet cheek.

Obi Wan stepped up to Cody, laying a gentle hand under the girls head and taking a look at her, eyes peeled for any sort of injury.

'Cody, there is no injury-'

'This time. You saw how easily she fell down. What if she does it again and gets hurt?'

'I know you fear for her safety, but the truth is she was going to fall down regardless. That's just how they learn. The toddle, fall, cry, get back up and fall down again. She was just scared and shocked. Like us'

Obi Wan ran a gentle hand over his ex padawans hair. She tilted her head back and just stared at him with sweet smile, and a yawn.

Cody melted.

'Are you sleepy little one? Come on, let's go take a nap. You can snuggle up righybnext to me and Obi Wan.

'Cody sent him a look and Obi Wan sighed. He was ashamed to admit, even to himself, that more often than not he found himself enjoying this role he was forced into. Cody had don this against both his and her wills. Knowing hebwouldnt leave his padawan behind to escape, but, hed never seen her so carefree, or Cody so happy. This sentiment was becoming alarmingly frequent as of late, and Obi Wan found himself actively shutting down daydreams about his captor and their life together.

Picking up his robe Obi Wan followed Cody to his bunk. He could only help one thing at a time and right now, his youngling needed a break from her doting, helicopter 'Buir'.

Maybe the 501st could lend a hand....

#yandere clones #de aged padawan au #yandere cody x obi wan #platonic yandere cody x reader

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tinymongerdiplomathumanoid · 2 years

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#star wars #obi wan kenobi #fic #anakin skywalker #the clone wars #commander cody #captain rex #Dooku #count dooku #mail #savage #asajj ventress #au #Star Wars au #fan fic #de aging #baby obi wan

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giotanner · 11 months

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Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi same age AU/De-aging art commission for the kind @barmadumet ✨

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#Anakin Skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin #same age au #star wars #star wars fanart #star wars art #giotanner #obi wan and anakin #drawing

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flyndragon · 20 days

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I really want to write an AU where Ezra travels back in time - specifically de-aged and sent back to Obi-wan's time on Melida/Daan.

Because even though this is a super shitty situation Ezra's kinda... thriving? Like all of this is so firmly in his wheelhouse its funny.

Ezra's been living on his own starving and stealing since he was 7. He's being doing guerilla warfare for most of his adolescence. As soon as this boy joins the cause it's hell. Every adult is getting mind-tricked. The young are now stealing everything that is not nailed down. Ezra's connecting with any local megafauna to cause distractions. He's teaching 'child soldier 101 classes'.

And emotional support too! Comforting kids mourning their dead parents? That was just his own character arc! Comforting kids whose parents are warmongering assholes? That's just Sabine's thing! A jedi that doesn't believe he's worthy of being a jedi? Kanan.

idk if obi-wan would be a little scared of this war kid or think he's the fucking coolest padawan obi-wan's ever met in his life. Lets say the latter because its funny to me if they're both kinda obsessed with each other. Ezra definitely hears the whole story of how Obi got to the planet and is 2000% on His Side immediately. Ezra is complimenting Obi-wan constantly cause he canonically can't shut up and obi-wan is clushing so hard All of the Time.

Anyway, when the war ends Obi-wan and Qui-gon bring him back to coruscant with them to present him to the council, ect. ect.

Ezra is conflicted about whether he even wants to join the order officially as a padawan. On one hand, it would be really nice to have actual traditional jedi training. On the other hand he really is going to have to do several high profile murders sometime in the next decade? two decades?, and doesn't know if the jedi should be connected to him lol.

#ezra bridger #obi wan kenobi #star wars au #melida/daan #time travel au #star wars #sw rebels #jedi apprentice

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gffa · 2 years

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With OBI-WAN KENOBI to premiere in just a few days and with all the incredible interviews with Ewan and Hayden, I have really been back in an Obi-Wan & Vader mood, so join me in crying about these two idiots and how much their story is a love story, in whatever form that takes. This set of STAR WARS recs focuses on Obi-Wan and his relationship with a fallen Anakin, whether that be a confrontation that goes a little differently or Vaderkin running around with That Face causing trouble or dream connections or Force ghosts who deal with Vader’s actions or alternate universes where they’re stuck together after Mustafar, all of it aimed to be set on the relationship between Obi-Wan and Darth Vader because apparently I like crying and having my feelings hurt. Cry with me, you guys! STAR WARS FIC RECS: OBI-WAN & VADER RECS: ✦ Cold by Yesac, obi-wan & anakin, 5.4k Luke wasn’t the only one that Obi-Wan visited after he died. ✦ Answers by Selena, obi-wan & anakin, 1.9k Vader broods on Obi-Wan Kenobi. ✦ hey sister, do you still believe? by snicklefritz, obi-wan & ahsoka, 1.5k Four years after Order 66, Obi-Wan has an unexpected (but not unwelcome) guest on Tatooine. ✦ Everything You Wanted by obaona, obi-wan & anakin + background anakin/padme, 11.3k A RotS AU. Anakin is now Emperor and has captured ObiWan. But things are never that simple … ✦ Surrender to the Light by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & anakin & luke & qui-gon, 1.1k Ben Kenobi knew exactly what he was doing when he saw Luke watching his duel with Darth Vader. ✦ They rhyme by thedunesea, obi-wan & anakin, 5.2k Past and future, darkness and light, despair and hope meet one last time. ✦ Nothing Grows by Icarus_is_flying, obi-wan & anakin & luke, 23.9k Vader captures Obi-Wan and an infant Luke and whisks them away to his castle on Mustafar, desperate to reclaim some version of the family he lost. With Luke struggling to thrive, the Jedi and the Sith must strike an uneasy truce to keep the boy alive. But the ground between them is salted, and nothing good grows grows on Mustafar. ✦ Grace by dismantlingsummer, obi-wan & anakin, 2.3k Shortly after Mustafar, Anakin realizes what he has done. He finds Obi-Wan to beg for death. ✦ Fire and Ice by Yesac, obi-wan & anakin + padme & luke & leia & cast, 111.9k Anakin wins the duel on Mustafar, but doesn’t kill Obi-Wan. Along with Padme, Obi-Wan finds himself living in a chaotic world where the man he thought he knew has become the thing he swore to destroy. Can Anakin be turned back? If so, what then? ✦ untitled by phosphorescent-naidheachd, obi-wan & anakin, ~1k All you really need to know is that Obi-Wan’s ghost is in the slow process of haunting Vaderkin back into the Light during the original trilogy. ✦ Until Their Dying Breath by Down the Rabbit Hole, obi-wan & anakin, 1.1k Vader’s ghosts are complicated. Set between The Empire Strikes Back and The Return of the Jedi. ✦ we could be so close, like brothers by nspx, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & bail, 3.8k In which: Obi-Wan thinks, questions, blames himself; Qui-Gon offers moral support; the memory of who Anakin once was tortures Obi-Wan, and most importantly; in which they meet again, two halves of one whole, in the Netherworlds. ✦ A Time For Change by TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel, anakin & leia & obi-wan, 3.6k Vader might be a Sith, but he has never been interested in the wholesale destruction of the galaxy. This new battle station, however… if Sidious begins destroying planets, where will he stop? How many lives will be sacrificed upon the altar of his absolute power over the galaxy, before he decides that he is done? ✦ Back Drifting by puts foot in mouth, obi-wan & anakin, de-aged!obi-wan, 20.4k wip After falling on Mustafar, Obi-Wan awakens to the dubious reality of being trapped in the cloned body of his child self, and now has to cope with the reversed father/son relationship fostered upon him by the new Sith Lord.Darth Vader redemption story. ✦ Not Placid Stars But Singularities by iceplanet, anakin & cast (obi-wan & luminara & ahsoka & darth plagueis), 6.2k In the weeks after Mustafar, Vader must come to terms with his new body and the remnants of his past. In the process, he has a few conversations that he does not expect. ✦ Wrong Number by Siamesa, obi-wan & anakin & luke & yoda & owen/beru, 3.4k In hiding on Dagobah, the Lars family aquires a holocom. Things go horribly wrong. ✦ Deja Vu by SkippingSteppingStones, obi-wan & anakin & luke, 2k When Darth Vader is roused from sleep by a sob he feels strangely connected to, he is compelled to find its source. ✦ A Walking Shadow by lilyconrad, obi-wan & anakin & padme & luke & leia & palpatine & cast, 74.6k It is five years into the Empire’s ascension, an order built on the blood and bodies of the Jedi. None survived, they say, and the handsome, icy profile of Lord Vader plastered across every Imperial city leaves no room for doubt in the minds of many. But Vader knows there is at least one left, one that escaped him on Mustafar all those years ago. ✦ Or Else Into the Light by RageSeptember, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 3.1k A collection of vignettes detailing how the Chosen One returns. It is rarely easy. ✦ My Gift is My Song by thetorontokid, obi-wan & anakin & luke & rex & cast, 1.9k Obi-Wan’s gift to Anakin is a Mandalorian lullaby. ✦ Dragons in a Heart by elizabeth66, obi-wan & anakin & bant, 1.1k Anakin had only been at the temple for a few weeks. Everything was so new, and cold, and loud. He didn’t have all the possessions that had cluttered his room back on Tatooine. He had one thing, though. Some knight had given Master Obi Wan a small stuffed toy to give to Anakin, saying that even though he was old, kids still loved toys. Vader can’t control the memories of a better time. ✦ And If You Close Your Eyes by Be_Right_Back, obi-wan & rex & ezra & cast, 5.3k Rex finds out from Ezra that Obi-Wan is on Tatooine. He has go to see for himself. ✦ Frozen fire flowing through my veins by Tomicaleto, obi-wan & anakin & shmi & padme & palpatine, 1k It’s over. The Republic has fallen, the Empire taking its place. The Jedi Order has fallen with it, Lord Vader raising from the ashes. ✦ desecrate my lungs by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & cast, 16k wip Time-travel fix-it in which Mustafar haunts Anakin decades after it happened and years before it would. ✦ drowning. by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin, 1.2k Darth Vader is drowning in the darkness. When the light reaches out for him, he holds onto it with newfound desperation. STAR WARS FIC RECS: OBI-WAN/VADER RECS: ✦ Betrayal: A Love Story by Shiny_n_new, obi-wan/anakin, 2.7k wip A week after he kills Obi-wan Kenobi, Vader realizes he is being haunted. ✦ Replaceable by ibex_ascendant, obi-wan/anakin, mildly nsfw, ~1k He buries hands of flesh in thick, auburn-colored hair. He knows this is a dream. ✦ my heart is an echo chamber by Burning_Nightingale, obi-wan/anakin, 3.4k Obi-Wan Kenobi and Darth Vader don’t meet again until their final confrontation on the Death Star. Not in person, at least. ✦ Take Me Away From Myself by dirkygoodness, obi-wan/anakin, 14.3k wip Obi-Wan can’t leave Anakin to burn on Mustafar, but taking him and fleeing might not have been the best idea either. Anakin struggles between himself, between Vader and Anakin, all the while Obi-Wan tries to keep Anakin out of Palpatine’s hands. ✦ Reunion by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k It has been nine minutes since Darth Vader arrived on the Rebel reconnaissance ship. ✦ Vader Remembers by fn_6969, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k Anonymous prompt: “fic idea- darth vader thinking about obi-wan oh no” ✦ all spaces are liminal by Kierkegarden, obi-wan/anakin & sidious, & cast, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 35.9k Three years after the fall of the Republic, Obi-Wan Kenobi hasn’t come any closer to making peace with his new life. Three years after the fall of the Republic, Vader wants the gratification of forgiveness. Three years after the fall of the Republic, time doesn’t bend or break or alter. It simply rushes past those who cannot learn to embrace it. ✦ Return to the Point of No Return by cthene, obi-wan/anakin, time travel, touch starved, 26.7k He turns around, his tunic soaked with blood, and holds the gorgon’s head up by its wispy hair. “Anakin, please-” “Don’t beg me, Master,” says the last of the Sith, tenderly reaching to cup Obi Wan’s hot cheek with a gore-stained hand. “Command me.” ✦ Sear me by thedunesea, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, bittersweet themes, 9.8k “So here we are, a failed Jedi, a Sith, and our imminent deaths. I leave it to you to choose how we will meet our demise, whether fighting or doing something else entirely.” ✦ Neutron star collision by thedunesea, obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme & yoda & bail & cast, 55.7k wip In the aftermath of Order 66, Anakin Skywalker’s miraculous survival after his confrontation with the new Sith Apprentice Darth Vader ignites a sparkle of hope in the remaining Jedi, in the fledgling rebellion and, above all, in his former Master, who had thought he had lost everything to darkness. But darkness is generous, and it is patient. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 3 by intermundia , obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!anakin, 3.5k A collection of short fics and ficlets written in response to prompts :) – 3. raisedSith!Vader / flirty!Obi-Wan (Praise a Sith back to the Light AU) ✦ Prompted - Chapter 5 by intermundia , obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, spanking, rough sex, 2.3k 5. suitless!Vader / resentful!Obi-Wan (Spank a Sith back to the Light AU) ✦ The Red Right Hand by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, dark themes, read the tags, 5.6k Darth Vader makes a grave mistake and must pay for his betrayal against his master. Some punishments must fit the crime,especially against the Emperor of the Galactic Empire. ✦ to touch the light, darkest by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.9k Obi-Wan begins to fuck Vader back to the light ✦ to hold until brightness by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.4k Obi-Wan feared that it drew out the darkest in him, to bring Vader to these flashes of light, but it was a trade he would make again and again without hesitation. ✦ to reach for the sunlight by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.4k Obi-Wan continues fucking Vader back to the Light. ✦ War Drums by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & quinlan & shmi & cast, time travel, 30.8k wip In 32BBY, ten-year-old Anakin Skywalker wakes up as Darth Vader, his mind overwritten by the consciousness of his future self. In one day, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi loses his Master, gains the confusing and concerning friendship of a 46-year-old (ex-)Sith Lord trapped in a child’s body, and is pulled along on his desperate mission to save the galaxy. ✦ behind closed doors by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.7k Or, sometimes Obi-Wan and Vader play a game. ✦ Second Chances by Driverpicksthemooseic (Ratkinzluver33), obi-wan/anakin & han/luke & leia + cast, de-aged fic, 106.3k wip Leia wasn’t convinced inviting evil incarnate to join them in fighting the Empire was exactly one of Obi-Wan’s brightest ideas. ✦ this is who he is now by obikinn, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.3k Obi-Wan’s mind is all fizzy and incoherent, blending together the visions of Anakin and Vader until it’s just him, in all of his twisted glory. It has only ever been him. ✦ And Back Again by DreamingMoonlight, obi-wan/anakin, vaderkitty, 6.6k Darth Vader is on Tatooine with a mission and cannot be stopped. Not until the Witch of the Junland Wastes stands in his path and changes the course of his destiny. ✦ (Un)happy Reunions by izazov, obi-wan/anakin, 4k After defeating his former Padawan but sparing his life on Mustafar, Obi-Wan had hoped that their paths would never cross again. He should have known better. FULL DETAILS + RECS HERE!

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #darth vader #obikin #vaderwan #fic recs #star wars fic recs #long post

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obianidalaevent · 1 year

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✨ Hello, there! ✨

We are pleased to officially announce this years’ very first Obianidala Week! Starting on Sunday, May 21st to Saturday, May 27th, we will be celebrating the Prequels Trio, Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padmé in any and all mediums we can (fics, art, moodboards, videos, etc.).

Read the carrd for more info || Ask us anything

Here’s the calendar for the week days and their prompts:

Note: You’re not meant to meet all the options for each day, you can mix and match or play with them however you wish.

DAY 1 (May 21st):

Authors: Canon Divergence // Fate // “Please, don’t do this”

Artists: Favorite looks // Blue // Love language(s)

DAY 2 (May 22d):

Authors: Disney Film AU // Longing // “No. It’s your fault. I just want to say I’m sorry”

Artists: Favorite film // Family // Dark

DAY 3 (May 23rd):

Writing: Fake Dating // Sand // “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Art: Historical AU // Stewjon // Spooning

DAY 4 (May 24th):

Writing: Modern/Normal Life AU // Blood // “Shh, be quiet”

Art: Mafia AU // Green // First

DAY 5 (May 25th):

Writing: Fantasy (Mermaid, Vampires, Pirates, Fairies, etc) AU // Travel // “My sadness is contagious”

Art: Royal AU // Pink // Domestic

DAY 6 (May 26th):

Writing: Role Reversal // Illness // “Is it you? Or have they come to take me away?”

Art: De-age // Red // Ghost

DAY 7 (May 27th):

Free day

Extra prompts to swap:

- Drowning - Restrained - Fall - Fire - Betrayal - Diversion - Healing - Pride - Keeping - Balance

All creations should be posted under the tag #ObianidalaWeek2023 within its first five tags so we can have it show up there. MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!

#obianidala #obikin #anidala #obidala #obianidalaweek2023 #anakin skywalker #padmé amidala #obi-wan kenobi

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shakeskp · 17 days

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Bout de scribouillis

En ce moment, c'est le passage Opération Déprime dans tout ce que j'ai en cours ou presque, alors j'écris des scénettes en vrac d'une (future) Obikin Same Age AU pour décompresser, sans prise de tête ni rien.

Contexte global : Anakin a 12 ans, Obi-Wan 13, Anakin est le padawan de Qui-Gon et Obi-Wan est toujours initié. Ils se retrouvent la nuit dans une salle d'entraînement où Obi-Wan se glisse en cachette pour s'entraîner.

— Qu'est ce qui va t'arriver, si t'es jamais choisi ? demanda Anakin.

Obi-Wan le regarda bizarrement.

— ...Rien ?

— Rien ?

— Que veux-tu qu'il m'arrive ?

— On va pas te renvoyer chez toi, ou... Je sais pas. Trouver un truc pour te rendre utile, au moins ?

— Merci.

— C'est bon, t'as compris.

— Ou veux-tu qu'on me renvoie ? C'est ici, chez moi. Je suis un Jedi.

Anakin fit la moue.

— Tu veux dire que tu vas finir dans l'un des Corps de Service ?

— Peut-être. J'arrive à l'âge où on va me proposer d'essayer plusieurs types de métier pour voir si quelque chose me plaît.

— Et si rien ne te plaît ?

Obi-Wan haussa les épaules.

— Il y a beaucoup de choses qu'un Jedi peut faire, même quand il n'est pas chevalier. Je trouverai forcément quelque chose.

Anakin en doutait. Il avait vu Obi-Wan s'entraîner, méditer, avec la détermination d'y arriver. Ce n'était pas quelqu'un qui renonçait, ça. Et il le sentait au fond de lui : Obi-Wan était fait pour être chevalier.

— Mais s'il n'y a rien du tout ?

— Je resterai initié.

— Toute ta vie ?

— C'est déjà arrivé. Enfin, rarement, mais...

— Et on pourrait te demander de devenir padawan même si t'es très vieux ?

Obi-Wan le contempla d'un œil perplexe, et de plus en plus impatient.

— En théorie.

En théorie. Donc ce n'était pas interdit.

— Quand je serai chevalier, déclara Anakin, si tu n'as toujours pas été choisi, je te prendrai comme padawan.

Il y eut un silence. Obi-Wan le dévisagea, bouche bée. Puis il éclata de rire.

— C'est pas une blague !

Mais il continua à rire, au point de s'en allonger par terre, les bras sur le visage. Enfin, il les étendit en croix. À la lueur des veilleuses, ses yeux tiraient vers le vert. C'était joli.

— Tu es vraiment bizarre, Anakin Skywalker.

— Merci bien. Moi qui voulais te rendre service.

— Je te crois, déclara Obi-Wan à la surprise d’Anakin. Si je n'ai toujours pas été choisi quand tu seras chevalier, je compte sur toi. Je t'attends.

Il souriait. Ce n'était pas souvent. Anakin sentit son ventre se tordre bizarrement. Pour cesser d'y penser, il tendit la main. Sur Tatooine, il lui aurait offert un gobelet d'eau en preuve de sa bonne fois, mais ici, où l'eau abondait, ça n'avait pas beaucoup de sens. Alors la poignée de main devrait suffire.

Je t'attends.

#J'ai lu Jedi Apprentice plus jeune et c'était formateur #mais c'était aussi n'importe quoi sur le plan du fonctionnement de l'Ordre #et contredit dans tous les sens #donc on oublie #mes scribouillis #obikin #obikin same age au #blabla

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to-proudly-go · 5 months

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Little soft fluffy sleeper

This is how I picture Anakin and Obi-Wan in my de-aged au fic 🥹

#star wars #sw #nyanakin and bunnywan #de aged obi wan au #obikin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #babywan #obi wan and anakin #my art

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vodika-vibes · 9 months

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Star Wars AU ~

So, everything happens like it's supposed to, but Jesse doesn't die. Like, he's in the crash, but he survives and gets bonked on the head hard enough that the chip starts doing weird things.

And Jesse's laying there, with his dead brothers, and he's so confused. Because the jedi are traitors, but the jedi can't be traitors because they're, you know, jedi. But they definitely are traitors!

And Rex is siding with the jedi, so Rex is a traitor. But Rex is Rex. And Rex is...leaving? Leaving him behind?

Confused and hurt, both physically and emotionally, Jesse allows his brothers to think he's dead because something is wrong wrong wrong.

So Jesse finds a ship and he leaves, and it's just not his lucky day because his ship crashes again. On a farm. And the people who save him are biomedical researchers who have been on this planet for five years and haven't had any communication from the outside world that wasn't work related.

So they're completely unaware of the war. Or the clones. Or anything.

And Jesse is even more confused, but is also thrilled because they're all doctors, and the moment he says that something is wrong with his brain, he's thrown in a scanner and given all of the tests that they can think of...and a few more that they googled just to be careful.

Anyway, long story short, Jesse gets the chip removed and is hired as security for the researchers. And, as an added bonus, one of the researchers was like "hey, you have something weird happening with yout genes, so I fixed it while we were removing the chip! 😀"

And Jesse is like, "uhhh...can I phone a friend?" And he somehow gets ahold of Rex and is like, "dude. You have to get here. These people are awesome. I'm getting free medical care and free food, and all I have to do is keep them from getting eaten."

And Rex, who thought Jesse was dead, sends the equivalent of a series of question marks across the com.

And a long story very very short. The clones get de-chipped and have their aging fixed and Palpatine falls out a window and dies, and Anakin spends the rest of his life searching for Obi-Wan (who is now living on a farm on a biomedical research planet with Cody and the entirety of the 212) and everyone lives happily ever after. The end.

#vod'ika thoughts #train of thought rambles #a star wars au #possibly

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tennessoui · 2 years

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Prompt: Can you shut up!?

hey hi hello!!! so this is set in the princess diaries au (no shame if you never heard of it, it's about 4 posts from about 5 months ago, i just thought the quote fit)

but basically anakin is the princess who writes the diary, obi-wan is chris pratt in the second movie, and they're very annoyed at each other except they also can't stay away or keep their hands off each other. because well. mutual obsession etc etc

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“Princess! Fancy seeing you here,” the most unwelcome voice in the entirety of Genovia and perhaps the world greets Anakin as he turns the corner into the main entrance hall.

He considers turning back immediately, but his grandfather has been trying to drill manners into his head and he knows that such a display of preference—dispreference, perhaps?—would be breaking half.

(Even though it’s not as if Anakin sees Qui-Gon obey all the rules Anakin has spent hours learning since he’d been discovered by his grandfather in San Francisco. All Anakin is saying is if Qui-Gon can knight a cop in order to get out of a speeding ticket, Anakin should be able to walk away from smarmy assholes who don’t know when to stop.)

“Lord Kenobi, what a surprise seeing you. Here. In my home,” he places his hands behind his back, files clenched just a hair too tightly between his hands. “Uninvited,” he adds in case the lord has not noticed that part.

“Apologies,” Lord Kenobi replies. He’s sitting on a side table, probably a Genovian antique worth more than his entire life, long legs crossed at the ankles in front and arms crossed over his chest. Does the man ever wear anything that isn’t a suit? At least he’s left off the jacket this time, but that might even be worse. All Anakin can see is his bare forearms, flexed as they are in that position.

All he can think about is the ball from two nights ago. It had been Anakin’s twenty-first birthday celebration, a coming of age in Genovia that could not be swept under the rug. That was how Qui-Gon put it, though Anakin still thinks his grandfather simply adores having a reason to throw a party.

He’d been warned beforehand that the guest list was mostly princesses and ladies and duchesses, women and girls looking to win his favor and eventually his ring. There weren’t many single, handsome, titled men these days—for good reason, of course, but still.

He’d been warned, but he hadn’t been prepared. After an hour and a half of dancing, he’d taken refuge in the linen closet off the main hall, several rooms away. He’d just needed space to breathe unperfumed air, to clear his head, to remember that he wasn’t just Ani anymore, the poor kid from San Francisco with the shit haircut he loved. He was Anakin Espa Tatoin Set de Shmison, Prince of Genovia.

And that meant dancing with women in ball gowns and long nails that pinched at his arms when he tried to leave before they were ready to see him go. That meant being a piece of meat, to be studied and measured by people he had no interest in.

But how can he say that?

Single, handsome, titled men are supposed to be straight. They’re supposed to be interested in women. And if they’re not—if they’re interested in men as well, that has to be an afterthought. That has to be a shameful secret, hidden away while they parade their beautiful wives around the world.

And single, handsome, titled men who aren’t interested in women at all? Who have only ever wanted to love another man openly and ardently? Who went to the San Francisco Pride Festival at the age of twelve and bawled in the streets at the realization that he wasn’t alone in feeling this way?

Those don’t exist. Ani cannot exist, not if Anakin, Prince of Genovia is supposed to.

So he’d needed a second to remember, to get his head and his story, well. Straight. And he’d ducked out of the room, into a linen closet just for a few moments to breathe.

That’s all he’d had. Just a few moments. And then the door had opened and someone had closed themselves in with him.

Anakin had opened his mouth to protest—because, really, this was all very indecent, there was hardly any space between their bodies. If Anakin moved a single half-step forward, his entire front would be brushing along a—a very firm chest and broad shoulders, nice arms covered by a dark blue suit.

He must have swallowed his tongue there for a second, and it had given the strange man an opening. “Hello, darling,” he’d said, tone a low hot murmur very close to his ear. “Sincerest apologies for barging in like this, but I wanted to give you this.”

In his hand had been a champagne flute. For the first time, Anakin had followed the line of his arm up to his shoulder and then to his face. The man was gorgeous. His beard was neatly trimmed to the lines of his jaw, his eyes pleasantly crinkled on his smile. His hair had been styled, but several pieces had been falling out and they hung over his forehead.

“I heard it was your birthday, princess,” he’d teased in that same low tone, the lilting accent of a native Genovian coloring his words. “And I know in America they never celebrate twenty-first birthdays without a bit of alcohol. What do they call it again? When they go to different bars all in the same night for the sake of getting wasted?”

Getting wasted had never sounded more appealing than it did in that voice. “Twenty-one run,” Anakin had replied, taking the champagne from the man’s hand. “Usually it’s with harder stuff than champagne though.”

The man had smiled. “Champagne is the chaser, if you want.” He’d opened his jacket to pull out a silvery flask, shaking it slightly so Anakin could hear the liquid sloshing around.

And well. Many people had told Anakin many things throughout the course of his life but definitely since he became Prince of Genovia.

But no one had ever told him not to accept drinks from attractive strangers in cupboards.

They’d stayed there for at least an hour, talking in hushed tones and swapping the flask back and forth, champagne mostly forgotten. When Obi-Wan—his name was Obi-Wan Kenobi, what an amazing name—had complained about it being slightly cramped with both of them sitting opposite each other, Anakin had—Anakin had climbed into his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck.

And they’d laughed and Anakin hadn’t heard anything of what Obi-Wan said because he’d been too distracted by the way the man’s hands felt on his waist, and he’d felt so tired that he’d tried to curl up on him and go to sleep right there, face pressed against his neck so that all he could smell was Obi-Wan’s perfume, so strong at this part of his body that it almost drowned out all memories of the perfumes of the women at the ball.

The thought had woken him up. The ball. His ball. He’d been languishing in a linen closet for ages while his ball was going on. Unacceptable. Deplorable.

Obi-Wan had been shocked to feel him scramble up and away, shocked to watch him scrub a hand down his face and over his hair.

“No, no, I have to go,” Anakin had warbled when Obi-Wan’s hands had reached out to catch his own, bring him back to his lap. “No, I can’t—I’m not Ani, I have to be—I’m Anakin, Prince of…Anakin has to…he can’t like you, he has to go—he has to go dance with girls.”

Obi-Wan had stood up and looked at him with such kind, sad eyes that Anakin had thought he would cry if he had to see anything more. He’d turned to go, but Obi-Wan had caught his wrist, pulled him back and into his arms for a crushing and achingly quick hug. “You can have both,” he’d whispered in his ear. “I promise, Anakin. You don’t have to choose between who you are and what your duty is.”

Anakin had shaken his head sharply once, fighting the urge to cry, because he couldn’t. He couldn’t be both. Obi-Wan didn’t understand. Obi-Wan was just a lord. He didn’t understand that as a prince—he was expected to marry, expected to give heirs, expected to—

He’d left the closet but had been unable to get the words of the lord out of his head. Three dances later, he’d seen Obi-Wan standing on the sidelines of the room, next to a severe looking old man, hands clasped behind his back and legs indecently set apart.

You can have both, Obi-Wan had whispered. But was that true? Could it really be true?

It had been liquid courage that had made him cross the room to stand before Obi-Wan as the strings of the last song died. “Can I have this dance?” He’d asked, like an idiot, a tipsy, smitten child. And that’s exactly what Obi-Wan had treated him as, looking quickly at the old man next to him before he’d looked back at Anakin with an eyebrow raised in derision.

“I don’t know,” he’d said, lilting voice carrying so far the palace guards at the mouth of the driveway probably heard. “Can you?”

Anakin had flushed so red, it was a miracle he hadn’t simply burst into flames. But he’d wanted Obi-Wan. He’d wanted to be held and to hold the man again. Something about being around him made him feel safe and looked after. Protected. “May I?”

And Obi-Wan, the man who had chuckled so deeply into his hair in the linen closet not even an hour ago had turned his head. “I believe someone more suiting your tastes is waiting over there,” he’d said, and Anakin had followed his gaze to spot a young woman clutching at her matriach’s hand, staring at him with stars in her eyes.

“I do not,” he’d said, and he’d sounded unsure, he knows he had. He’d broken and whispered almost furiously between them. “I hoped I could have both.”

Obi-Wan had taken a pointed sip of his champagne flute. “And I hope that with age, your naivety will meet its end. Happy birthday, my prince.”

And then he’d bowed, and then he’d left with that old man, and Anakin had been able to hear the whispers around the ballroom. He’d been so embarrassed, he’d been so angry—

And now Obi-Wan Kenobi is here, leaning on a table and looking at him consideringly as if he has any right to his time or his fucking—side table after what he’d done. He’d humiliated him, after letting him be vulnerable with him.

Worse, he’d—he’d given him hope. And then he’d taken it all away. He’d been a right dick, and Anakin despises him, an opinion that will never change.

“I’m not expecting visitors,” he tells him in a clipped manner, striding by. If he cannot turn around and leave, he will walk past and not engage. There—the grand staircase. He will go up a flight, perhaps two, and then into a random room full of things that can hopefully be broken without costing Genovia a fortune, and he will have a tantrum. “I’m much too busy today.”

“Are you?” Lord Kenobi asks. He says it like it’s a question he already knows the answer to. There’s the sounds of the man getting up, standing straight, and following him, but Anakin is walking much too fast to care.

He does care, however, when the files behind his back are plucked from his hands.

“Looking for a wife, are you?” Kenobi asks rhetorically, thumbing through the files.

Anakin whips around, hand already outstretched, but Kenobi ducks away. “Give those back,” he demands, stalking after him.

“I’m reading,” Kenobi says. “Too boring. Too spontaneous. Too cookie-cutter. Not rich enough. Owns a baking show, but only because of her title, you don’t want that sort of artificiality in your life.”

“Ahrt-e-fiss-i-a-lity,” Anakin mocks before he can stop himself. Kenobi looks over his shoulder with a lazy raised eyebrow, and Anakin wants to kill him.

He starts ascending the stairs and Anakin tears after him, tossing the idea of tackling him onto the floor out of his mind before it can completely form. It would be very satisfying though.

“All women,” Obi-Wan concludes as he reaches the top of the stairs. “Anakin,” his tone is…is disapproving almost. “We talked about this.”

Anakin wants to wrap his hands around Obi-Wan’s neck and squeeze. It is quite a feat of self-control that he does not. “Was that before or after you rejected me on the dancefloor?” he hisses at him angrily.

Obi-Wan opens his mouth as if to say something, but he pauses first and tilts his head. Anakin freezes as well when he hears the voices of a couple of maids down the hall.

Rumors have already begun to spread after the disastrous finale of Anakin’s birthday ball. He does not need to be caught arguing with Obi-Wan Kenobi right now, lest he feed more wood into those flames.

Without quite understanding why his actions are so bad, he blindly reaches out to the closest door and shoves both of them inside its opening.

“Princess, we have to stop meeting like this,” Obi-Wan says, pressed solidly against his front, the folders of all of Anakin’s possible wives the only thing keeping their chests from touching. “People will talk.”

Anakin feels his mouth drop open in outrage before he hits at Obi-Wan’s chest. “People are talking!” he hisses. “You—you rejected me! In front of everyone!”

“You weren’t in your right mind, Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs, letting himself be hit. Anakin doesn’t like that. Anakin wants Kenobi to fight back. “You were at least tipsy, on your way to fully sozzled. That sort of decision, it needs to be made fully sober. I refuse to take advantage of you like that.”

Anakin stares without seeing at Obi-Wan’s chest, bottom lip trembling slightly despite his best effort. “You were cruel,” he finally manages to say, slapping at Obi-Wan’s chest again. “You were cruel.”

Obi-Wan is silent for several seconds, before he lets out a little sigh. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I am. I—my grandfather was with me, you see. And it would be—if he knew that you held me in high regard, it would be terrible for you. For the crown. And I find myself…opposed to putting you in such a position.”

“Why?” Obi-Wan frowns at the question as if it’s especially offensive to him.

“Because I don’t like thinking about you in distress.”

“Oh, did you not see me after you rejected me in front of—”

“I said, my grandfather was next to me—”

“Oh, well if your grandfather was—”

“I didn’t expect you to do something so public—”

“You got me drunk in a closet and you—”

“I expected a bit more class—”

“I asked you to dance, I didn’t ask you to blow me in the throne room, for fuck’s—”

“Would you?” Obi-Wan is somehow so much closer than before, and Anakin’s hands fall to his shirt for a grip. “Would you ask that of me?”

Anakin falls silent, still. He has no idea what Obi-Wan wants, no idea what the man is after. It feels like all he can do is answer honestly, and the word is on the tip of his tongue when Obi-Wan speaks again. “I would,” he whispers like a secret between them. “If my prince wanted it of me. If I thought my lips wrapped around his length would halt his foolish search for a wife when we both know they’d never be able to give him what he needs—-”

“Can you shut up?” Anakin cries much too loudly, and Obi-Wan grins in the darkness of the closet. “Make me,” he requests teasingly, but Anakin has had enough of being teased by this man. Anakin will not take this any longer.

He sets about making him, yanking him closer to him until their mouths meet. Immediately, Anakin’s eyes slide shut because this is a kiss and he only knows one way to kiss someone: gently, softly.

But he isn’t feeling very gentle and soft towards Obi-Wan right now, and the lord definitely isn’t feeling the same if the way he bites at his lip is any indication. Anakin can’t stop the way he yelps, and when Obi-Wan takes advantage of his opened mouth, he can’t even say he’s surprised.

His yelp quickly turns into an embarrassingly loud moan, and he grips at Obi-Wan’s hair, shoving him back against the wall.

There’s a rushing waterfall of paper, as Obi-Wan drops the files in his hands in order to grab at Anakin’s waist and pull him in, pull him closer.

And that’s how the maid finds them on her journey to grab new linens for one of the bedrooms, liplocked and making out against the one part of the small space, Obi-Wan’s leg slipped between Anakin’s, while Anakin’s hands are clenched around his thighs, the smiling faces of Anakin’s potential wives laying discarded and forgotten on the floor.

#asks #obikin #prompt fill #princess diaries au #but a little different #in that they're definitely caught kissing in that closet #and also obi-wan is not strong enough to carry on the ruse as long as chris pine is in the second movie #he just looks at anakin and crumbles and wants to help him and be there for him and respect himm #etc etc #he also does not want to see him marrying any young and eligible women #mostly because this anakin is absolutely not interested in women at all #and obi-wan hates to think of him closeting himself like that for life #but also because he'd be sad if anakin married someone not him :(#also obi-wan just calls anakin princess because i think thats hot no more questions pleasae #yes this is STILL a switch au

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