#oh god obi wan oh god i need to

[luukeskywalker]

obi wan before the fall of the republic is sooooo fun and flippant and quippy and he's so full of life and even though he's experienced so much pain and loss, he has so much love in his life, and even though he's fighting in a war he never wanted to be a part of, and even though this war goes against who he wants to be, he fights it because it's his duty and he's proud to be a jedi, he loves to help and has a bleeding heart for all the pathetic lifeforms of the galaxy. and he's so confident, so sure, that one day this war will end and he can go back to his life before, where they will he at peace and his family will be with him and even though he's suffered so much, it will be time to heal.

and then it never comes. and everything he loved is gone, burned and destroyed beyond recognition, the republic in shambles, his friends all massacred, and all that's left of his best friend, his brother, his closest companion throughout this terrible war are his newborn children. and obi-wan can't even know them. and he retires to a shitty desert planet - the same one anakin came from - and all the grief hits him at once and it is fucking overwhelming. it's like he's drowning in it. there's no way out. his only lifeline is occasionally getting to see luke from afar. he has lost everything and even then still has more to lose - he just doesn't know it yet

#can u imagine how he felt when he learned alderaan was destroyed. bail and breha. gone. #did he know leia was on the death star at that moment? how could he? did he think she had died there too? #oh god obi wan oh god i need to #crawl inside your rib age and eat your heart so it won't get hurt anymore. or something t

[tennessoui]

It intrigues me so much thinking obi wan probably thought he was going to have a nice normal partner maybe a school teacher or a nurse, and live his days solving crime and then BOOM undercover on mob work and then BOOM Mob Boss is all over you like extreme osha (is that how you spell it idk) violations happening and then BOOM Killing someone because they could take it all away because they blew your cover and then BOOM going to the police ball where his shitty father can see him on the arm of said alleged mob boss WITH built in twins i feel like at some point obi wan is just sitting there thinking all of them and then shrugs cause in the end he got the hot rich dilf and he can do literally whatever he wants (well not everything but I’m sure you understand)

hello hello i finally wrote the scene where anakin/vader and obi-wan meet :D aka "boom mob boss is all over you like extreme OSHA violations happening" because i thought that was funny af

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It’s never a stellar sign when Obi-Wan wakes up to a headache like this. In the academy, it’d been a rare occasion. He’d never been one to join his fellow recruits for late nights out in the sort of clubs that dot the darker corners of Coruscant. He was the son of a police chief, after all, and that gave him certain expectations to follow, none of which left much room for drunken tomfoolery.

But the sort of headache that greets him when he wakes up is the kind of headache he recognizes from the worst sort of hangover, the sort he’s only had a handful of times in his life.

For obvious reasons, the very first thing he does when he finds the energy to squint his eyes partially open is to immediately roll over and away from the light source in the room with probably the most pathetic noise he’s ever uttered in his life.

He can’t even remember drinking that much the night before is the thing. He’d—why would he? He was—last night was—the first night of his undercover mission, he’d never risk it all to get drunk—

“Careful with your head,” a deep voice murmurs from very near to him, and Obi-Wan freezes. He doesn’t know who that is, where he is…how he got here. The material beneath his cheek is leather, so it’s most likely a couch that he’s resting on. “You took quite a beating,” the voice adds, and it sounds amused.

Obi-Wan squeezes his eyes shut and tries to take stock of his body. He does hurt, that’s true. He hurts pretty much everywhere actually, like his body is one giant bruise.

He took a beating? He was only supposed to be a server at the club—it had been his first night on the fucking floor, how could anyone have even noticed him enough to—

Oh. One of Skywalker’s men. He’d hit on one of the dancers, Shela. She’d been nice to Obi-Wan, had shown him around and called him Benny.  

He’d gotten into a fight with the mobster when he wouldn’t leave well enough alone.

The fight had been taken outside. Six men against Obi-Wan. It hadn’t been much of a fight at all.

But where—

“Luckily, you’ve already been seen by the best and brightest in our fine city,” the voice says, and he must know he’s awake to be talking to him at all, but he still reaches out to touch Obi-Wan’s hair, proprietary. As if he knows he won’t be stopped.

The touch of fingers running along his hairline makes Obi-Wan freeze and then move, turning his face away, out of the man’s reach, and forcing his eyes open to glare at the touchy intruder.

His glare falters when he sees who exactly has found him. Where he must be.

Anakin Skywalker, businessman, restaurant owner, and suspected leader of the Coruscanti mob scene and its most violent family, stares back at him. His eyes are dark, his lips curled up into a smirk that makes Obi-Wan’s stomach tighten and his heartbeat rise. There is something very calculated and very cold about his eyes, and being under the full weight of them restricts his very breath.

“I was wondering if you had those,” Anakin Skywalker—known to all but a few simply as Vader—murmurs. He reaches out and touches Obi-Wan’s cheekbone, rough this time as if daring him to protest or flinch away from the movement.

The spike of tender pain makes Obi-Wan’s breath stutter. He must be pressing into a newly formed bruise. “Had what?”

Skywalker’s smirk grows. “Prey instincts.”

It’s like his heart misses a beat, lurching in his chest as he stares back at the mob boss. After all, he is wounded and weak and on what must be Anakin’s couch, inside what must be his home.

He’d been tapped by his father to infiltrate the Skywalker family’s mob, and he’s been studying up on all the information there is to know about Vader, his business, and his family since. The plan had been to work his way naturally into the confidences of the men of the 501st that frequented the strip club Obi-Wan got a job at. A free drink here and there, a charming smile, a flirty look….

The best way into the mob was to become a mobster’s fuck of the week. Or longer. Everyone knew that. Obi-Wan doesn’t want to think about his father signing off on his deployment, giving his permission for Detective Kenobi-Jinn to bend over and take it for the good of justice and law and order everywhere.

The plan had been to work his way into the affections of the mob, ask innocent questions in the minutes after sex when a mobster’s shields were mostly down, record the answers and report his findings to Detective Secura every other week.

The plan was not to wake up on Anakin Skywalker’s couch with the man caressing his face. The plan was not to ever even meet Skywalker. He was supposed to spread his legs for an underlying. A commander at most.

Someone like—what was the man’s name? One of the men last night—he’d been kind. He’d been someone Obi-Wan had hoped would come back, because—

“Daddy?” A voice asks from the doorway, and Obi-Wan lifts his head slightly at the sound. He’d known Skywalker had children, but he hadn’t known they’d be here—meeting Vader’s children was not in the plan at all.

Skywalker’s eyes darken, and he doesn’t take them away from his face, not even when he reaches out a hand to the doorway. “Come here, Leia baby.”

There’s the pattering of little feet and then suddenly a pair of big brown eyes is blinking at Obi-Wan from far too close to be socially acceptable. He twitches back on instinct, and a large hand wraps around the girl’s throat to tug her away gently. “We shouldn’t scare him, baby,” Skywalker murmurs in his deep, soft voice. “He’s skittish.”

Obi-Wan barely holds back an offended scoff. He’s not skittish, he’s aware enough to know that he’s at a significant disadvantage here.

At least it’s highly unlikely that he’ll be murdered in front of Skywalker’s kid.

“Daddy, Luke and I put all those band-aids on him and patched him up so good,” Leia says, allowing her father to drag her backwards and settle her onto the edge of the coffeetable. “You can’t make him bleed again.”

Alright, maybe the presence of his kid isn’t enough to usually keep him from murder. He sits up carefully, swinging his legs down onto the ground even though the motion makes him want to vomit. 

He’s barely vertical when Leia pushes herself under his arm to put her head in his lap, arranging his hand so that it’s resting on her head.

Obi-Wan’s eyes widen and he looks at Skywalker.

The man just smirks as he leans back himself to look his full.

“You gave Luke head scratches all night,” Leia accuses when he doesn’t move.

“I—what?” Luke? Who is Luke?

“Rexy brought you to Daddy and he wasn’t here so he put you on the couch and Luke and I patched you up and you gave Luke so many head scratches even though he fell asleep which isn’t fair because we used my band-aids and you were sitting on my end of the couch!”

Obi-Wan blinks.

Obi-Wan’s hand starts moving, petting the girl’s head. 

Rex. That was the name of the man from the bar last night, the one who had been kind. Who had apparently looked after him, gotten him somewhere…reasonably safe. 

Perhaps the plan isn’t ruined after all.

“Oh,” he says very carefully. “Rex helped me? That’s very nice of him. I should like to…thank him personally then.”

Leia shoots up away from his side with an insistent scowl, one Obi-Wan is unprepared to deal with or understand. He looks away from her to frown at Skywalker, but Skywalker is wearing the same expression—though much darker.

“Weren’t you listening?” Leia demands. “Me and Luke helped you! Rex just gave you to Daddy!”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan blinks. He doesn’t…know what he’s supposed to be doing. Or saying. But he can try. “Well, thank you very much for your help, Leia. You and your brother made me feel much better.”

Leia beams and gives him a pat on the arm as if he’s a dog who has gotten a trick right. “Daddy,” she says and looks to Skywalker. “We are keeping him. Luke and I talked about it and that’s what we decided. We want Ben.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes widen. This is definitely not part of the plan.

But at least he’d been with it enough to give them his undercover name, despite being out of it enough to end up on Anakin Skywalker’s couch surrounded by his children, and then pet at them.

“I thought you were talking to Ahsoka about wanting a puppy,” Skywalker says. His tone is unreadable, but his eyes are softer as they look at his daughter.

Ahsoka. Ahsoka Tano. Vader’s second.

“Ben is better than a puppy,” Leia declares, and Obi-Wan feels sort of—touched. Despite himself. Despite the myriad of reasons he should be on his highest guard, even against this child.

“Ben is not even in the same realm as a puppy,” now Vader sounds amused. “If anything, you are requesting to adopt a little mouse.”

“Well…maybe Ben can be mine, and Luke can get the puppy,” Leia suggests.

Obi-Wan wonders if Ben is going to get a choice in this conversation, and then he wonders what he’d choose.

The plan does not mention him getting within touching distance of Anakin Skywalker.

As if he knows what he’s thinking, Skywalker turns dark eyes to him. “What if,” he says, in that soft tone he’d been using when he told Obi-Wan to mind his head, “I keep Ben, and you and Luke can get the puppy?”

That’s it then. The plan—and Ben—and Obi-Wan are all fucked.

“Okay,” Leia says.

Obi-Wan doesn’t say anything. His chest feels tight, and he's confused. He's confused because he's not sure he did anything to warrant being kept. He hasn't earned his keep yet. All he's done is bleed all over Vader's sofa. This is a deviation from the plan. He was supposed to be flirty and seductive and work to get the attention of one the mobsters until he ended up on his back for the good of the city. He's not supposed to--

“Well?” Vader asks, cocking his head slightly. 

“Okay,” Ben whispers, and Vader smiles. 

#asks #obikin #vaderwan #playmaker au #obi-wan: wait i dont deserve to be manipulated and twisted into a shell of my former self yet i haven't seduced anyone #and i grew up thinking my actions made me deservng of things not my existence #vaderkin: oh my god i can see how fucked up this is making him feel in his eyes this is amazing #i need to thank rex again for the amazing present #rex: haha yeah he tried to kiss me when he was fucked up by the concussion #anakin: what. #rex: haha yeaah but i mean obviously i dont kiss rats and we know that's what he is right. hes a rat for sure #anakin: he tried to kiss you. #rex: i think thats not the most important thing i said boss

[kaiayame]

I cannot..... even begin... to describe just how much of a total & complete sucker I am... for the trope where an older, closed off, broken down man who has become a rugged, disillusioned shell of who they once were due to significant past trauma that is still haunting him, unexpectedly has his soul renewed by needing to protect a small, spunky child that rekindles his ability to care & love & whom they will eventually either somewhat or entirely adopt as their own.

#this post is specifically about the obi wan kenobi series #which I literally had NO idea would be feeding me so well. #and is also sponsored by #mando and grogu #hopper and el #booker and elizabeth #and. of course. #joel and ellie #ahh and Logan!! that wolverine movie!! #...... #shoutout to alan grant and the two kids from jurassic park #oh my god. and JIM AND SILVER FROM TREASURE PLANET of course. #those last two aren't broken down shells but they have walls that need tumbling. they count. #........ #like. I'm sorry. but I literally do not understand how you could not like the obi wan kenobi series. #it's BABY LEIA #it's PERFECT #..... #should i get into batman

[fru1tb3tz]

tumblr I need your opinion. 

ok so imagine an AU where the council didn’t actually let Obi-Wan train Anakin and he went to go live with Padmé on Naboo. (she’s more of an older sister than a love interest) Anakin becomes the representative for Naboo instead of Jar Jar. But oh no! Someone’s trying assassinate (or kidnap *wink wink nudge nudge* *cough* *sidious*)  representative Skywalker! Padmé of course loses her god damned mind over this and requests a jedi to protect her brother. Low and behold, Anakin and Obi-Wan are reunited. *insert some angst about Anakin thinking Obi-Wan doesn't like him and gets all bitchy around him but it’s ok because they bone* 

#I just wanna write Anakin being all like #oh my god padme. I don't need a babysitter >:( I'm 19! #but then finding out the babysitter is obi-wan and flipping to #wait nvm he's really hot I want him to eat my pussy from behind #fic idea #plz enable me and let me write this disaster #attack of the clones #anakin #obi-wan #obikin

[arostormblessed]

Oh god the fight was so good… Obi-Wan hauling ass when he sees Vader multiple times instead of fighting back…I know people are going to say that the big confrontation was unsatisfying but it makes SO much narrative sense. This is his nightmare. This is the shit Obi-Wan’s been running from for 10 YEARS now. He’s so fucking consumed with grief and guilt that he’s done nothing but wallow in a desert cave all these years and tell himself he’s doing the right thing. He’s cut himself off from the force so completely that Qui-Gon doesn’t even answer his pleas for guidance anymore. He’s so tormented that he HALLUCINATES Anakin standing in a field and has had nightmares about Mustafar & everything that happened STILL ten years later, and that was BEFORE he knew Anakin was alive. My man is so twisted up and miserable that when he’s in a hundred-foot radius of Vader he gets the equivalent of a force hangover so strong he’s barely conscious. Of COURSE he turned and ran for his life when Vader tried to confront him, of COURSE he’s sloppy and can barely hold his own. Obi-Wan’s feelings about Anakin are so conflicted and intense and full of pain even all these years later that he can barely say his name without crying, OF FUCKING COURSE HES NOT READY TO SEE HIM FACE TO FACE. OF COURSE he ran like the devil whenever he had the chance instead of fighting in the poetic duel Vader has been dreaming of for the past decade.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #kenobi series #kenobi spoilers #obi-wan kenobi #y’all im so sorry but I am a wreck. i have not cared this much about star wars in a decade. #idek if all of this is right. #but oh my god obi wan SPRINTING FOR HIS LIFE away from vader rather than face him… #my guy is so traumatized & hurting that he can’t even say anakin’s name and then the guy SHOWS UP??? #I WOULD RUN AWAY TOO OBI WAN!! #I WOULD CHOOSE TO RUN AWAY INSTEAD OF CONFRONTING MY GUILT & GRIEF OVER MY EVIL LITTLE BROTHER TOO!!! #good god. i need sleep

[michaelnotholden]

OBI-WAN IS AROACE AND BI????? NOO WAYYYYY😭😭😭🩷🩷🩷🩷

#obi-wan #the aroace rep i needed #oh my god I love him sm

[bigpeepee]

hey

#WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME WHYYYYYYYYY #OH MY GOD I NEED TO SUCK HIM DRY OH MY GODDDDDD #sorry master i've been a bad bad padawan #yes im tagging this as obi wan bc it's my blog and i can do what i want

[rexscanonwife]

Rethinking how Anakin finds out about Rex and Brea tbh! Cause looking back at it he was able to suss out Obi-Wan's past with Satine pretty fast 🤔🤔

#jane journals #self insert talk #ahdjf he was such a little shit to obi-wan too I LOVE HIM SM 😭😭😭 #and rex. god bless his little heart he is the worst liar in the world #i feel like his main defense would be just to LEAVE #to excuse himself and book it outta there to avoid questions in the firstplace #and anakin is like 'bro where tf are you going we got shit to do' #and rex is like 'UH UH. NOWHERE' and anakin is like 'great then come to this briefing with me' #rex was probably trying to meet with me and when he doesnt show cause hes stuck with anakin i worry natch #so maybe i comm anakin or go find him but its obvious im looking rex for a REASON #maybe ani just kinda eyes us and then smirks a bit and excuses rex for the day cause oh he just remembered he doesnt need him after all! #wink wonk 😏 #and we get away this time but NOW ANI'S GOT SOME TEASING FODDER #like next time he sees either of us he asks us if we enjoyed our leave #and eventually just pressures rex to confess and then tells him that ofc hes gonna keep the secret! #rex keeps HIS secret after all #and he cant think of two people more perfect for each other than me n rex 🥺👉👈 #💙 oh captain my captain 💙 #🔥 general hothead 🔥

[anakinh]

shout out to star wars: brotherhood for single-handedly getting me back into star wars. also fuck you, eat shit, how dare you

#me.txt #me getting back into star wars: oh wow i miss these guys #me re-finding the discourse: fuck #one of the more popular fics had summary/tags that indicated they're doing that thing where they woobify one dude and vilify the other #which i usually just roll my eyes at and leave but it had fucking yoda succeeding in knocking sense into anakin which 1) would never happen #2) yoda never had sense in the first place #3) i'm all for mace windu appreciation but i hate that frog bitch war criminal #my views on the jedi are more nuanced than need to be in these tags but the fics i saw had the jedi run the whole gamut between #'the jedi had done nothing wrong ever' (which I hate) to 'the jedi LITERALLY steal children' (which i hate more) #even *I* don't think yoda would steal babies and again. stinky frog-man crusty fuck #'do or do not' do you KNOW how many people misuse this quote godDAMNit #oh god i'm discoursing. i've become the very thing i've sworn to ignore #[headdesk] #people hate windu more than yoda. WHY. he was a product of his environment. who made that environment. fuck. #also he's fine he cares for people and all manners of creatures he's just stern. oh my god. #edit: also why are there so many sith obi wan fics but only 1.2 fics that caters to my extremely specific desire #to read a fic where palpatine raises anakin as darth vader and he meets obi wan and ahsoka as that #gaod

[merrysithmas]

it's heartachy how obi-wan wanted to be SURE to be there, to coach him, when Anakin was a master to Ahsoka - because be felt that is what he desperately needed himself when he had a padawan, and yet did not have Qui-gon to turn to

#then he also adopted ahsoka lmaoo #(room mates voice) oh my god they were co masters #but its the thought that counts obi #also qui gon and obi wan seemed like the most dysfunctional master-apprentice pair to me #like OBI WAN seemed like a MEGA people pleaser and DESPERATE for validation #everyone says it's anakin (and anakin does have that need for support and belief- but it is way more emotionally based) #obi wan super wanted validation as a padawan and qui gon was like nah... when (IF) you deserve it lol #poor obi lol #and then ofc qui gon was effed up because dooku #and yoda ofc majorly missed some signs with dooku #who seemed bright #i wonder if losing dooku changed yoda's teachings at all... #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker

[panthea-m-513]

No thoughts just Obi-Wan saying ’you are the future. you’re what needs to survive’ and quietly thinking ’I’m just the past. I’m not useful anymore’

#He doesn’t think anyone needs him anymore #The best thing he can do now is buy them some time #Even if it costs him his life #Because it’s the only thing he has left to give #Oh god #obi wan show #obi wan #obi wan kenobi #kenobi #kenobi spoilers #kenobi series #sw kenobi #kenobi show #star wars #jfc i hate it here

[mickstart]

I'm literally never ever getting over this they THOUGHT about Cody and the twins content and then ripped it away from me. I deserve financial compensation for reading that we almost had a legitimate "Cody holds a knife to Obi-Wan's throat but it's just a test bro it's just him trying to prove a point BC he's worried ACTUAL bounty hunters could catch him off guard in the state he's in" scene.

#oh my GOD you construct intricate rituals to press close to another man and smirk at his lips and flirt with him #god I can literally see this scene in my head the audience seeing the clone and the SCAR and being like oh fuck #I guess we're immediately getting into it hu #but then cody smirks and goes 'gotcha' and obi-wans like 'very funny cody' as he lets him go and he straightens his robe #and Cody's like 'whats funny about it? If I were a real imperial soldier you'd be dead. You need to stay alert' #and then their bickering catches you up on events

[gods-silliest-goose]

i had a dream that obi wan kenobi had a blue toyota minivan named wendy

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan #oh my god why am i like this #what is wrong with my brain #i need a lobotomy #my silly dreams

[freedomfireflies]

Stiles blurb with him and the reader having a little makeout session then Scott barges in and Scott looks like a proud parent 😭😭

“Easy…easy, Princess—”

“Stiles…come on—”

“Shh. You can be patient, can’t you?”

You lean back and catch his eye, offering a flat look. “Have you met me?”

He grins, chuckling under his breath as he smooths his palms up your spine while tugging you closer. “Touché.”

With that, his kisses return to your throat, teeth scraping down your feverish skin as your head drops back and your eyes fall closed.

You’ve never needed someone so badly. So urgently. So salaciously. He’s fucking everything. 

And he knows it.

“Don’t go quiet on me,” he murmurs, nose nudging under your jaw. “Not after all that begging you did earlier.”

You whimper despite yourself, fingers in his hair as he rolls your hips over his. 

“It was cute.” He nips at your chest. “Hearing you beg me to touch you. Watching you squirm in your seat. Put my hand between your thighs under the table. In the middle of the goddamn library, too. S’that how bad you needed me?”

You don’t answer. Can’t. Your cheeks are already flushed, and your mind is hazy but Stiles doesn’t care. 

The sadistic prick.

“Does history turn you on? Is that it?” he teases, smirking when you whisper his name. “Had to drag me to the nurse's office just to fuck me? Is that it?”

“Stiles—”

“Say it,” he hisses, hand around the back of your neck as he squeezes, forcing your eyes on his. “Go on. Tell me what I wanna hear. Tell me how bad you fucking need me—”

“Stiles—”

“Stiles?”

The sound of a third voice brings your attention to the door, both of your eyes widening as you find Scott with his head peeking in from the hallway.

His eyebrow cocks up when he realizes what he’s walked into, blinking quickly as he mumbles, “Oh, my bad. Malia said you weren’t...feeling…well?”

Neither you nor Stiles move, somehow frozen as Scott’s mouth begins to turn up in a rather smug smirk. 

“But I see you’re feeling much better now,” he declares, nodding his chin at the two of you. “Carry on, Obi-Wan.”

And with that, he slips back into the hall and closes the door, leaving Stiles to groan as he drops his forehead onto your chest. “He gets the reference wrong every fucking time, I swear to God—”

“I thought you locked the door,” you laugh as you slip off his lap to do just that. “It’s like you want to get caught.”

He watches you suspiciously as you return to him, grabbing onto your hips as you straddle his waist. “Oh, I’m the one who wants to get caught, huh? When you were screaming so loud last time, half the station heard you.”

“Listen, it’s not my fault you had to have me right then and there,” you argue. “I mean, your dad was a few hundred feet away—”

“Right, and we would have gotten away with it, if you hadn’t done exactly what I said not to do, and moaned—”

“I couldn’t help it, baby,” you suddenly whisper in a needy purr, dipping down to ghost your lips over his as your fingers drag through the soft hairs on the nape of his neck. “Can never help it when it comes to you.”

And suddenly, he’s not so upset anymore, hands tugging at you until you both go crashing back against the small mattress.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, hands already slipping under your skirt. 

Your breath hitches.

“Then let’s make it two for two.”

~ Full Masterlist

~ Other Dylan Blurbs

#dylan #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #dylan o'brien one shot #dylan o’brien #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien request #dylan o'brien blurb #stiles #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski smut #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski blurb #stiles stilinski request #stiles stilinski x you #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x you

[padawansuggest]

Obi-Wan: *walks into camp with a baby gundark* guys, look what I found!

Cody: oh my god oh my GOD-

Waxer: General, General, where did you get-

Boil: Oh no where’s it’s mom, where’s it’s MOTHER-

Wooley: Aww, he’s so little and cute!

Cody: *covering Wooley’s mouth and bodily pulling him behind himself* General, general, you need to take that back where you found it-

Wooley: *licks Cody’s hand and is freed* But he’s CUTE 😡!

Cody: absolutely not we are not keeping a baby demon around-

Wooley: Why not, Rex keeps Fives!

Waxer: …lmao

Boil: Oh sweet force, General, where is it’s nest? We’ll bring it back and pretend we were never there-

Obi-Wan: :) *cuddling the runt gundark that was pushed from the nest by it’s siblings and he’s planning to bring it back to the Jedi agricorps animal rehabilitation center because they love getting orphaned babies to study and nurture cause they come in handy in helping other planets or can be raised for their byproducts* he’s sweet. I think I’ll keep him :)

Wooley: yay!

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #incorrect star wars quotes #clone wars #incorrect clone wars quotes #commander cody #clone trooper wooley #waxer and boil #clone trooper waxer #clone trooper boil

[gaily-daily-musings]

Obi-Wan smiled. He was flattered, really, that a young man would hit on him so brazenly. But perhaps Anakin–as he so boldly introduced himself while simultaneously asking for his number –was a little drunk? He'd slurred the words slightly and it was rather dark in here. He probably couldn't see the gray in Obi-Wan's hair or the lines in his face. 

“I'm 38.” Obi-Wan clarifies. There, Anakin would realize his mistake and slink back to his friends, off to find a new conquest.

“Oh, well then what's your email?”

Obi-Wan pauses. He tilts his head and squints. He lifts a brow in disbelief and just a tiny bit of begrudging respect. Anakin smirks back at him like he thinks he's got it in the bag. Obi-Wan mildly wonders if this was a bet. 

“Just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't possess a phone number.” 

“Hey, either or is fine with me!” Anakin is still grinning. 

Oh what was the harm? Anakin was never going to contact him anyway. 

Obi-Wan holds out his hand. “Give me your phone.”

Anakin happily does so. Obi-Wan punches it in and files it under “old man.” Just in case Ankin needed reminding. The younger man takes his phone back and winks. 

“See you later, daddy.”

Despite everything, Obi-Wan feels his heart thump. Thank God Anakin wasn't actually going to text him. It would definitely be too much trouble. 

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