#ok I thought I was only going to draw obi-wan

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At the party judging you

#or playing a game of pointing someone out and having the other person judge their outfit #obikin #ok I thought I was only going to draw obi-wan #but I'm stuck at home post-op and feeling inspired lol

[clonewarsarchives]

Matt Lanter & James Arnold Taylor at Star Wars Celebration 2023 Day 2

livestream timestamp: 02:54:50-03:07:10

What is a quote from the show that's less quotable but more haunting, because it was difficult to get out in the moment?

ML: Well, it's not difficult to get out necessarily, but Anakin says something like, and it may not be verbatim, but something like "I realize, more than you know, I realize what it's like, wanting to leave the Order." [note: "I understand, more than you realize, I understand wanting to walk away from the Order." final words to Ahsoka in 5.20 The Wrong Jedi] and that says so much to me. It's something that we never really see Anakin kind of voiced that, he's sort of handcuffed, he felt chained, and he sort of voiced that to Ahsoka. It was such an intimate moment, I love that moment.

JAT: [Obi-wan voice] "It takes strength to resist the Dark Side. Only the weak embrace it." [5.16 The Lawless] That episode was haunting for me. We would get the scripts when we walked into the room. I did not know - spoiler alert! I think at Star Wars Celebration it's okay to say - In Season 5, Satine, I did not know what was gonna happen. So... when Obi-wan says "Satine..." under his breath, those are little ad-libs, those are moments that would just happen because it was heart-wrenching to be there and to be a part of that. Those moments are haunting, because I also think Obi-wan is a true believer. He wanted to see if he could save Darth Maul. He really believed there was a chance, with Ventress or with any of these people that he could maybe, save them. Or any of these people [points to Matt] "You were my brother!"

ML: "I hate you!"

JAT:  "Get over it." [laughs]

full recap:

How have years of experience working with both George Lucas & Dave Filoni changed your perspective on Star Wars?

ML: every time we go in recording, Dave would sit there and talk half an hour at least. It's amazing we got work done. He would sit there and talk about Star Wars, where the character were, and share storytelling which he learnt from George. It's a pretty cool moment

JAT: It was those moments where we were recording an episode, and he's through the glass and he's on the phone, and then he hangs up the phone, he says, "OK George just said..." and I'm like "Wait a second, George George?" "Yes." It was so great to watch that, see what he's taken from the Master and made so wonderfully now with everything he's doing.

ML: I feel like I've learnt a lot about character, from Dave.

JAT: and Sketch! He's a great artist. Dave would sketch characters as we're going, so he would draw little Ahsokas for Ashley and things and give them to her. Now she's gotta hold on to them, they're worth a fortune for now I'm sure.

Fave moment making TCW?

ML: some of my fave are moments like this! we're all on stage, we're celebrating TCW and Star Wars in general, travelling with these guys, be up at the ranch. Truthfully, seeing the joy it brings on people's faces, people come up to us and just talk about - "it was my childhood" or some traumatic event but TCW got them through. Those are the little meaningful things that you don't forget. So along with enjoying it, it brings people thorugh tough times. Those are the really, really cool things to hear.

JAT: I would wholeheartedly agree with what Matt says. It's a life-changing experience to be a part of it. I saw Star Wars- I'm the old man in the room now- I saw Star Wars when I was 7yo in a driving movie theater and it changed my life, never thought one day I get to be old Obi-wan. Now I think I'm one of the only peole, if not the only person here, that was actually in the first Clone Wars. So you see those 20 years, Clone Wars 20 [logos], that's because the micro series of Clone Wars, and I was Obi-wan in that, and that was the first time I got to play Obi-wan.

What are you most proud of as your part of the legacy for these characters, that are just larger than life in the Star Wars galaxy?

ML: I think that in TCW, we got to see Anakin a little different than we did in the films. George and Dave wanted to take the Clone Wars time to sort of expand the character of Anakin and make him a hero that we really really loved, so when he falls, and becomes Darth Vader, I feel like it's that much more sad. It's so much more tragic because you rooted for this guy, you cared for him and it also adds more to his story as to why he turned: the loss of Ahsoka, which is something we didn't know about. All of that, it's been such a joy to just add to that character, making him so much more rich than he already was.

JAT: Yeah, I totally agreed. Hayden and Matt complemented so much on this character of Anakin Skywalker and they bring so much to it. I'm honoured to work with this guy on a regular basis, he's an amazing actor, a wonderful friend. We live near each other, he actually lives on a hill now, just so he can say "I have the high ground! [Matt echoes]" It's not fair!

ML: It's true, "I have the high ground."

JAT: And I would say for me, bringing the sass to Obi-wan Kenobi has been the funnest. Yes, I love that too.

What is a quote from the show that's less quotable but more haunting, because it was difficult to get out in the moment?

ML: Well, it's not difficult to get out necessarily, but Anakin says something like, and it may not be verbatim, but something like "I realize, more than you know, I realize what it's like, wanting to leave the Order." [note: "I understand, more than you realize, I understand wanting to walk away from the Order." final words to Ahsoka in 5.20 The Wrong Jedi] and that says so much to me. It's something that we never really see Anakin kind of voiced that, he's sort of handcuffed, he felt chained, and he sort of voiced that to Ahsoka. It was such an intimate moment, I love that moment.

JAT: [Obi-wan voice] "It takes strength to resist the Dark Side. Only the weak embrace it." [5.16 The Lawless] That episode was haunting for me. We would get the scripts when we walked into the room. I did not know - spoiler alert! I think at Star Wars Celebration it's okay to say - In Season 5, Satine, I did not know what was gonna happen. So... when Obi-wan says "Satine..." under his breath, those are little ad-libs, those are moments that would just happen because it was heart-wrenching to be there and to be a part of that. Those moments are haunting, because I also think Obi-wan is a true believer. He wanted to see if he could save Darth Maul. He really believed there was a chance, with Ventress or with any of these people that he could maybe, save them. Or any of these people [points to Matt] "You were my brother!"

ML: "I hate you!"

JAT:  "Get over it." [laughs]

Anything you want to say to people who has been with TCW/these stories/your characters from the start?

JAT: Thank you all. You all saved Clone Wars. All of you. [stands up] [ML: Yeah, absolutely.] You all saved Clone Wars. We love you. We truly love you and thank you. From the bottom of my heart.

ML: You guys embrace The Clone Wars, and now we've got 7 spectacular seasons of Star Wars content that just adds to the saga, and makes it so much more rich. To be a part of that and feel the love from you guys, the warmth, it's pretty amazing. It's great to celebrate TCW on its anniversary and Star Wars in general. It's amazing to be here.

[host reminiscing SDCC 10th anniversary panel]

JAT: We never thought that it would come back, truly. None of us did. So it was truly fantastic to see that panel. The explosion from everybody there was fantastic.

How emotional was it for you to come back and step into those roles again?

ML: For me, people ask me this all the time, "What was it like to come back?", but I feel like I never really put Anakin down. We were always doing video games, special little projects here and there. And also honestly, Anakin is a part of me. We've been doing now for 15... 17...

JAT: 17 years, because we started 2 years prior to it coming out.

ML: So I mean, I had a Star Wars wedding. Shoutout to my wife, if you're watching back in the States. It's a part of me now, and it's always has been, so I never really let it go. But it was great to come back and be in the booth with these guys, for sure.

JAT: We were in the same studio that we recorded originally, so it was very magical. I remember the last time we did was Ashley and myself, and Dee, and Matt. And Dave goes, "We got it the first time, let's just do it again because it's fun to watch you guys," so we did it like 2 or 3 more times, and that was the energy of it. 'Cause we're really just a family. We truly are a family and we just love being a part of it all.

#timestamp is about 2h55m will update once livesteram ended #15th anniversary panel coming up! #star wars #the clone wars #matt lanter #james arnold taylor #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars celebration #swc2023 #cast #interview #Youtube

[ladystoneboobs]

got prequels on the brain lately, and i think i can explain padme in rots, even if it might not be exactly what lucas was thinking of. see, it's not just that she loves her husband and wants to believe there must be still be some good in him, it's also that she is now not just anakin's wife, but the mother of his child(ren) too. like, literally about to pop right as obi-wan/yoda have decided anakin needs to be killed. she doesn't feel she can stay on coruscant anymore as a senator under the emperor's reign, she was already doubting doing that job as a working mom. then she learns the jedi have all been deemed traitors and their order outlawed, while she's carrying offspring very likely to be highly force sensitive since the force itself is pretty much the paternal grandfather there. so, she herself is a potential political target as someone who opposed palpatine's war efforts from the beginning in a more public way than bail organa or mon mothma, and her child(ren) would also be targeted just for existing as potential jedi before ever really using the force against the empire. being a single mom to outlawed and untrained but very powerful l'il jedi while the both of you are being targeted and hunted down on the run/in exile without the skills really needed to protect any jedi child, that's just a no-go. her only anti-palps and anti-anakin alternatives would have to include never being a mother after giving birth, whether going into exile alone somewhere or wearing a mask and playing the long game like bail organa. (even if he still adopted leia as in otl, how much time could she really spend with her without drawing more suspicion from palps? how painful would it be to watch someone else raise your child while possibly never even knowing if your other child is ok?) in that sense, knowing how wanted that unplanned pregnancy was, is it any wonder that she chose to make a last attempt to save their family instead? to run away with her husband, who happened to be the only man strong and powerful enough to protect them all from the empire, the only man she could trust and wanted to trust, with the safety of their whole unsplit secret little family. so it is only after he refuses to run away with her, when he insists that he's only interested in using his new dark powers to protect her, and when he reveals that his only idea of defying palpatine is to replace him, making padme into a new dark empress, a dictator rather than the public servant she once thought she could be, only then that she starts feeling he may just be lost to her after all. but when you've gone so far together already, brushing off his first massacre, marrying him mere days later, and then truly tying yourself to him permanently through pregnancy, it's really too late to ever go back to your ol' "normal" life either.

#padme amidala #anakin skywalker #star wars #you call this a diplomatic solution? #gffa meta #STAR WARS NOTHING BUT STAR WARS #(c)lsb #real people in bad marriages have stayed together 'for the kids' with less reason behind it and some w similar reasons #i mean i still think her reaction to the tusken massacre can only be explained with some fantastic racism #and she also seems a little too enabling of his other crimes until they affect her #but this is really just about explaining her willingness to salvage their marriage after his turn and why she would not want him killed #much less ever kill him herself #it seems so obvious once i set it all out but people never really talk about it this way ime #we've all been blinded by the dying of heartbreak ending which i do think was what was really on gl's mind #it does remind me of headcanons concerning another beautiful brunette young lady who was heavily preggo when her lover fought his last duel #minus the dying of heartbreak not childbirth and prettyboy slaughtering l'il kids ofc

[tennessoui]

Maybe "So, it was you." for the Cheating!AU 👀

hello!!! ok so this is set in the cheating au (cw: infidelity...... but between obi-wan and his wife, and anakin and HIS wife, so they can be together)

i really thought about having this be a confrontation between padmé and anakin/padmé and obi-wan, but i feel like we don't deserve that emotional catharsis right now, as the cheating au is only like. five posts. like the big climax there WOULD be padmé finding out, and we just cannot be there yet.

satine finding out though........

(1.6k) (cw: cheating) (cw: oblivious anakin)

Anakin has no idea what to do with his hands. He feels sort of like a murderer, caught with blood all of his palms, standing at the crime scene and staring down the detective who found him in the act.

But the detective is Satine Kenobi, and she didn’t catch him in the act of murder so much as she caught him in her kitchen with his hand wrapped around her husband’s cock, mouth moving uselessly on his throat as Obi-Wan groaned and leaned back to give him more room, hands moving over his own ass.

He’s made sure to scrub at his hands very, very well before emerging from the bathroom, but he still feels as if something’s on them. Blood, but most accurately Satine’s husband’s come.

She’s sat herself on the sofa, glass of Corellian wine in her hand. She takes a sip as he fidgets.

“So it was you,” she finally says like this interests her, like she’s not heartbroken or distraught to come home and find her husband in the midst of being unfaithful.

Anakin spins his own wedding ring around on his finger. He knows that if this were his apartments, if this were his wife, she would not be so outwardly calm.

But Padmé is planets away on Naboo, advising the latest queen on a classified issue. No, Ani, sorry. So classified that not even her husband can know.

Obi-Wan, when he’d relayed this news to him, had laughed and said that the child Queen probably had started bleeding and needed an older sibling figure to help her, and if Padmé is going to be busy, Anakin should travel to Stewjon for that week. The Senate has adjourned for a recess, and Obi-Wan has come to prefer his spare time spent in and around and on top of Anakin.

Obi-Wan is a bit of an asshole, but Anakin had come anyway. He’d met him at the spaceport of the small city Beesa, on the other side of the planet from the capital, Colsteph. He’d been greeted with a friendly clap on the shoulder, as if he hasn’t sucked on the senator’s tongue like a slut in the closet of his very own art gallery. Anakin understands though. His wife is, after all, a Galactic Senator as well, and though he knows she loves him, the public displays of affection never occur quite as often as they do during election season. The holo cameras are always watching. 

Now it’s Obi-Wan’s wife that watches him over the rim of her wine glass.

“Let me elaborate,” she decides, shifting her position on the couch so as to draw her legs up and beneath her.

“Where’s Obi-Wan?” He asks almost desperately. He needs the other man there. This affair had been his idea. He’d pursued Anakin. And, alright. Fine. It had been a short chase, all things considered, and Anakin commed him as frequently as Obi-Wan commed him. But still. This was his wife. Why is Anakin alone to deal with the fallout? 

“I told him to take a shower,” Satine replies. “You did manage to dirty him up, didn’t you?”

Anakin flushes all over and squeezes his hands together. He’d prefer it if she yelled. He’d even prefer it if she cried. He doesn’t know what to do with this coolness, this detachment. It’s so opposite from all his worst nightmares, the ones where Padmé finds out that he’s been kriffing and being kriffed by her mentor for the past eight months.

“Let me elaborate,” she says again. “It was you that he’s been comming all hours of the day and night. It was you that made him reluctant and then later refuse to accompany myself and our son to the Scarif beaches on our annual trip because of work conflicts. But it was you, wasn’t it? It was you that made him start trying to expand his culinary appreciations—I was wondering why there were so many vials of desert spices in our cabinets, recipes for bantha steak seared in cave-grown blue tomatoes carefully written on flimsi, but it’s you. It’s because of you.”

Anakin hides his hands behind his back. He doesn’t know what to say. Yes, probably she’s right. But those aren’t—those aren’t things he’s asked Obi-Wan to do. He hadn’t even realized the man had done them. Not until this very moment.

It makes him feel…strange. Guilty, but something else too.

Obi-Wan learned how to cook his favorite dish. For him.

He feels like…like a teenager again, butterflies alight in his stomach, wondering nonsensically if this means that Obi-Wan truly likes him for anything other than the excitement of an illicit fuck, even as he twirls his wedding band round and round his finger.

Stars, he’s messed up. He’s the worst husband in the entire galaxy. He’s the worst person.

“It was you—” Satine starts to say again, but before she can get further, a hand slides around Anakin’s waist and pulls him back into a solid, wet chest.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan tells the pair of them, resting his chin on his shoulder and looking at his life. His hand wraps around Anakin’s, forcing him to stop playing with his wedding ring. “Is that going to be an issue?”

Satine takes another sip of her wine, like she can’t hear the way Anakin’s heart has sped up. He doesn’t know what he’s going to do if she says yes. What if she tells Padmé? What if she demands that they stop seeing each other? Touching Obi-Wan is one of the only stars-damned things in his life that feels like it makes sense. He needs the other man’s grounding touch, his frankness, his open arms, his sharp wit, his talented tongue.

He needs to be held the way Obi-Wan holds him sometimes after they’ve finished, before one or both pulls away. He needs. He needs Obi-Wan.

But his life—Obi-Wan is a senator, and Anakin has two children, babies, who will need their father. A steady family dynamic. Korkie is older, ten now, and at boarding school in Alderaaan more often than not. But Luke and Leia, they’re only babies. They need their father, and Padmé….Before he met Obi-Wan, before he slept with Obi-Wan for the first time, he’d thought that his and Padmé’s love transcended the laws of the galaxy itself.

But Obi-Wan…he makes him feel so…so stupid. So idiotic. So helpless against the affection that rises in him whenever he sees the man smile. Whenever he sees the man. 

No. He can’t admit to such a thing. It’s bad enough that he can’t stop himself from relaxing back into Obi-Wan’s hold. It’s bad enough that his lover’s wife takes a sip of her wine and leans back onto the couch, observing them with one eyebrow raised.

“No, it won’t be an issue,” she tells them both. Is it Anakin’s imagination or does Obi-Wan untense from behind him? “For me,” she adds. “I knew the man I married when I married him. You’ve given me what you promised, Obi-Wan. An heir, a comfortable life. I don’t care for or about the pretty things you entertain yourself with now.”

Anakin stares at her. He knows his eyes are impolitely wide, but surely she knows that marriages are not supposed to be like business arrangements.

Surely she knows they’re supposed to be about love.

Has she ever loved Obi-Wan? The thought causes a storm of sensation in his stomach. Disquiet, at the idea that she had. He doesn’t particularly want anyone else to love the man in a romantic way, because that heightened the chances of his attention straying from Anakin.

But he doesn’t particularly like the idea of Obi-Wan stuck in a loveless marriage either. The man deserves to be loved. He is so kind, he is so clever, he is so perfect. He deserves to be loved, but Anakin can’t think of a single person outside of himself worthy enough to love him.

And Anakin cannot love him. Anakin is in love with his wife.

“No issue from me,” Satine says again, and her cold eyes fall to Anakin’s flushed face. “But you have a wife as well, don’t you, Anakin? I have the strangest feeling that she will not react so…kindly to such a betrayal.”

“I believe I know my wife better than you do, Duchess,” Anakin tells her sharply. He doesn’t—he doesn’t want to talk about his marriage. Not right now. He still has Obi-Wan’s spit drying on his neck. He can’t do this.

Satine tilts the rest of her wine glass up into the air, the shimmering Corellian wine cascading down her throat. She sets the empty glass aside and cocks her head to look at him. “If marriages were based on knowing, Mr. Skywalker, I believe I’d be obligated to give you my titles right now.”

“Satine,” Obi-Wan says sharply, and his wife holds up her hands, standing from the couch in one long languid movement.

“I mean nothing by it,” she says. It feels like a lie, though Anakin can’t put his finger on why. She isn’t screaming. She isn’t crying. 

But when Obi-Wan adjusts his hold on him to wrap an arm around his stomach, her eyes follow the movement and for a second she looks considering. She looks concerned.

“Carry on,” she tells them with a wave of her hand. “Your dalliance is…safe with me. I separated love from marriage a long time ago.” Her eyes fall back to Obi-Wan’s hand. Anakin has somehow threaded their fingers together. “I suggest you do the same,” are her parting words.

Anakin stares after her. He has no idea what she means.

Of course love and marriage are the same thing.

It’s just that Obi-Wan has shown him that love, sex, and marriage don’t necessarily have to mean the same thing.

It’s a discovery he cherishes.

#asks #obikin #prompt fill #you ever post something and you know youre gonna lose like a few followers for i #im sooo sorry it's just!!! i apparently do not have that firm moral line #and i think them needing to be together no matter what and then leaving their lives to be together #is nice #in a FICTIONAL context #satine at the end is definitely realizing something terrible is happening #aka they're falling in love and divorce is imminent #cw: infidelity #cheating au

[shywhitemoose]

Tag Game to Better Know You

Thank you for the tag @jmobiwanspadawan  🤎

It’s been a long time since I’ve done one of these, and it was a nice distraction :)

What book are you currently reading?

Oh dear, not off to a great start. No books at the moment 😩

What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?

I.. can’t remember the last time I was in a movie theatre?

What do you usually wear?

Most days: jeans, t-shirt, compression socks, fidget necklace, sneakers or birkenstocks. When I go to the office I wear a slightly nicer version of that :)

How tall are you?

5′5″ on an ambitious day

What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Cancer. Famous birthday buddies? Nelson Mandela 💛

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

IRL, my name. On tumblr, a nice mix.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Oh gosh. I wanted to be so many things. Mother and environmental scientist were not on the list, but here I am 🤷‍♀️  I suppose I did want to be an artist, which technically I am? I just don’t like doing it for money, ha. I also wanted to be, in no particular order of preference: zookeeper, surgeon, finishing carpenter, beach bum, baker, professional bowler, tornado chaser, math teacher, lifetime peace corp volunteer, long distance trucker, firefighter.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

It’s complicated, but effectively, no. And no crushes aside from fictional characters and a Swedish curler I’ve never met lol

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I’m a decent artist and a terrible singer. A good baker and a mess of a public speaker.

Dogs or cats?

Both please!! I only have cats at the moment due to family preferences, but I love both. All animals, in fact. They are all so neat! 🐈🐕‍🦺🐍🕷🐇🐄🐿🦥🐳🐓🦉🦌

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?

Hmm.. if we’re talking within the last year, probably the hands (Don’t Let Go). Took me ages to finish and it might actually be my favorite of any piece I’ve completed in digital medium.

For writing.. maybe this lil bit of A Plea from the Lost to the Found?

Anakin shifted again, lifted his head, and their eyes met. “Why?”

Here, staring directly into the missing half of his soul, Obi-Wan could only offer honesty. “Because I loved his father.”

They were so close. Obi-Wan could ­hear Anakin’s breath. He could feel it tangle, warm and humid, in his whiskers. For one mad moment he thought he caught Anakin glancing down to his lips, and a bizarre pang of hope shot through his lungs.

He quietly corrected himself.

“Because I love his father.”

Ok but also something more lighthearted maybe? This exchange from Out of Place still brings me a lot of joy:

“Well that’s an odd name for a galaxy.”

Anakin scoffed back, mildly offended on the Milky Way’s behalf. “Well what’s yours called?”

“I…” The man’s brow furrowed. Adorably. “Well it doesn’t have a name. It’s always just been The Galaxy.”

“Huh.” This was getting absurd. “Seems a bit pretentious, don’t you think?”

“Well—”

“If you’re from another galaxy, care to tell me how you speak English?”

“Is that what you call it here?”

“Is that what we call what here?”

“Galactic basic.”

Anakin nearly rolled his eyes. Of course. “Uh, yeah. English is what we call it.”

“Huh. Well yes, I suppose that is a bit of a mystery, isn’t it?”

“So where is this…Galaxy of yours, exactly? How did you manage to find your way out of it?”

“Oh, far, far away, I imagine. I was on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan when something pulled me from hyperspace and… well, frankly I don’t recall much after that. Until I woke up and found myself careening toward your planet, that is.”

“Huh.”

“Huh, indeed. Now. What do I call you?”

“Um, an earthling?”

Obi-Wan smiled at that, teeth gleaming. “Your name.”

What’s something you’d like to create content for?

Nothing new, just my favorite two space monks!

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Gardening. Obikin.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

winter (we had ONE lousy snow flurry, it lasted maybe 10 minutes)

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

Er, i don’t know? I can drive a stick shift? Do handstands? I have a serious knack for spotting four-leaf clovers? (They aren’t lucky, for the record.)

Are you religious?

Not so much, no. Science, nature, and art are my holy trinity :)

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

A week alone in a cabin in the woods

No pressure tags: @forcearama @temple-mistress @thetorontokid @mischievouschan4 @pathetic-lifeform @sopherfly @obikinetic and anyone else who wants to do it (but tag me if you do so I can read it!)

#tag game #personal

[lilredghost]

ok but chapters 2 and 3 of emperor obi wan au made me 😭😭😭. please can you give us a morsel. a smidgen of kindness. just one fluff for the gays

I wanna say don't worry, but ch 4 is gonna be named "Disjointed", and Obi-Wan is such mopey narrator. Honestly, the gays deserve a little fluff! Here's a piece from around ch 6. The first time Obi-Wan braids Anakin's hair:

(750 words)

It’s after a spar, the both of them panting and exhausted, that Anakin runs a hand through his hair and grimaces. “What a mess," he huffs. "I really need to tie it up next time.”

Maybe it’s the laughter that’s gotten to his head—the light atmosphere and companionable mood spurring Obi-Wan on. “Or braid it,” he offers. “I could do it for you if you’d like.”

Anakin freezes, and Obi-Wan kicks himself, backpedalling immediately.

“I mean, I just know it can be a pain to do it on yourself sometimes. Not that you aren’t capable! I only meant—”

“Okay.”

Obi-Wan is relieved at the interruption, until he registers the answer. “...okay?”

“You offered, didn’t you?” Anakin stands, extending a hand to Obi-Wan. “Come on, let’s go.”

He… hadn’t really meant right now, but he’s not going to argue when Anakin has that look on his face—like he’s just daring Obi-Wan to change his mind.

Still, there’s something about seeing Anakin sit down at the vanity in their bedroom. Something about the look he casts at Obi-Wan—heavy and meaningful—over his shoulder.

He draws closer and Anakin holds out a brush. In the mirror, the omega’s expression looks halfway between nervous and irritated.

“I want it like this,” his husband says, tracing a horizontal line on his scalp. “Moving backward from above the ear, one on each side—Think you can do that?” His voice returns to its usual snarky sarcasm partway through speaking, like he’d suddenly remembered he needs to antagonize Obi-Wan at all times.

Obi-Wan takes the brush, parting his husband’s curls and seeing to it in sections. It’s just as soft as he’d expected.

His fingers graze the nape of Anakin's neck, and Anakin’s breath hitches. His scent curls thicker around them, a mix of something spicy and sweet.

But the sweet addition to his scent doesn’t go away, so Obi-Wan just rolls his eyes, hiding a smile.

He sections the hair out on one side and begins braiding, adding more strands as he goes. It’s more difficult than he expected, with how long it’s been since he braided anything—the last being Ahsoka’s hair, probably, before her own wedding.

He works slowly, but he manages, finishing the left side and doing the same on the right, and then pausing with a frown.

“Anakin?” he asks tentatively.

In the mirror, he can see his husband’s eyes shoot open. They'd been closed in such a gentle expression that, honestly, Obi-Wan had been half-afraid he’d fallen asleep.

“How do you want me to do the center?”

“Oh, um—” His husband’s voice is rough in a way that makes Obi-Wan shiver, and he almost misses the gesture Anakin makes towards the top of his head. “Just make sure this part tucks neatly in the back, and mix the two braids together. You can let the rest fall the way it is.”

He nods, obediently combining the sections of each braid together to create a thicker one. After tying it off, it nestles into the center of Anakin’s curls.

Obi-Wan lingers, loathe to let the moment end. He tries not to sound too hopeful when asks, “Anything else?”

Anakin turns sideways in his seat, portioning out another small section of hair. “Another one here,” he says quietly.

Obi-Wan sees to that part as well. It’s simple compared to the others, and he has to wonder why it’s separate.

As if hearing his thoughts, Anakin decides to elaborate. “They’re marriage braids.”

Obi-Wan’s heart stops. “They’re what?”

“Marriage braids,” his husband repeats. “The whole style can vary, but this part is always the same. A braid behind the right ear is done by your spouse, as a symbol of your marriage.”

Obi-Wan finishes the braid with trembling fingers, not meeting Anakin’s eyes.

Afterwards, his omega examines Obi-Wan's handiwork with a disappointed frown, and he does his best not to feel crushed. If he’d only known, he’d have been more careful, would have been neat and meticulous and—

“Alpha.”

—parted all the sections more evenly, taken his time—

“Obi-Wan.”

He startles, blinking at his husband— who is now standing, is reaching a hand out and rubbing his wrist against Obi-Wan’s neck.

Obi-Wan tilts his head reflexively, trying to give him more room.

Anakin smirks. “I expect you to do better next time.”

Then he turns, sweeping quickly out of the room.

Even hours later, the faint smell of caf and cinnamon seems to linger on Obi-Wan's skin.

#pining time for the gays #emperor obi-wan au #obikin #asks #squick: a/b/o #q

[swsequelsalt]

The Mehness of Obi-Wan

Now that I’ve seen the whole thing, the “Obi-Wan Kenobi” series was... well, at times it was fine. And at other times it was very irritating. Overall, I’d say “mild miss.” 

It would’ve benefitted a LOT from being cut down to about two hours in length. Maybe two and a half. So: A movie. That could’ve been cool.

Sundry Thoughts Under the Cut:

- When they first announced that Vader would be in this and Christensen would be returning, I figured there was only ONE reason to bring Obi-Wan and Vader back together before their fateful meeting in Episode IV: You can finally explain that moment in Return of the Jedi when Vader tells Luke that “Obi-Wan once thought as you do.” In other words, you tell the story of Obi-Wan trying to save Vader’s soul and failing. It’s been the most infamous question mark hanging over the continuity of the OT since 2005. But guess what? This Disney+ series makes absolutely no attempt to address it. Which boggles my mind.

- You’ve probably heard by now that the real stars of this show are Ewan MacGregor as Obi-Wan and Moses Ingram as the new character of Reva, aka “Third Sister” in the Inquisition. And I can’t fault the performances on these two whatsoever. They do amazing work throughout. Both of them are clearly invested in these characters and completely bringing their best to the table. It’s just that the material isn’t always worthy of them.

- Obi-Wan spends half the series as a total fuck-up until the moment when he instantly, inexplicably isn’t anymore. 

Remember how, at the end of Revenge of the Sith, Yoda was going to tell Obi-Wan how to commune with Qui-Gon, and Yoda said Qui-Gon would then train him while he was in hiding? Well, when this series opens, we quickly learn that Obi-Wan hasn’t managed to speak to Qui-Gon even ONE time. He hasn’t seen him or heard him at all. And he also hasn’t trained whatsoever. For ten. fucking. years. 

This subsequently leads into him spending three and a half episodes just completely sucking. He doesn’t know how to successfully disguise himself, he doesn’t know how to keep up a cover story, he doesn’t know how to fight with a lightsaber or even use the force anymore. He’s total rubbish! Except, weirdly, when it comes to guns? He actually kinda kicks ass with a blaster now — you know, the weapon Obi-Wan always considered to be “uncivilized”? No idea when he started training heavily on those things, but ok. 

ANYWAY, this all reaches Peak Embarrassment when Obi-Wan confronts Vader for the first time. He draws his lightsaber, but then he gets scared and opts to simply run away. Or he TRIES to run away. Like a methodical slasher villain, Vader doesn’t even have to run to magically catch up. Eventually, Obi-Wan has no choice but to very poorly attempt to block Vader’s lightsaber attack. Without explaining the entire climax, suffice it to say that ol’ Ben gets REAMED.

But then the fourth episode comes along. Near the start of the episode, we see Obi-Wan trying to pull a small object towards himself with the Force, but he can’t do it. He can only bring it like halfway across the table with difficulty. But then his mission to sneak into an underwater facility begins, and... he just instantly gets his mojo back! He can use his lightsaber like a pro. He can deflect blaster bolts back at stormtroopers. He can perform mind tricks. It’s not explained at all; he just suddenly is great at everything again. And he continues to be completely badass at all things for the rest of the series without anyone ever trying to explain the shift. What the fuck is that?!

- Sadly, Reva isn’t all that well-written for a bunch of reasons. Moses Ingram is bringing her A-game, and they let her down. She’s got a cool backstory and awesome underlying motivations, yet her actions often make no sense. 

In the third episode, she somehow easily senses the exact building where Obi-Wan is hiding amidst an entire town - when even Vader himself didn’t sense it or find it, just walked right past it! And then she instantly figures out that this same building contains a secret door that leads to an “underground railroad”-esque hiding spot for Jedi - even though numerous imperials have been through here and seen nothing at all, and there are no people hidden within (so she can’t be sensing any life forms). 

In the fifth episode, she finally is given the opportunity to do what she’s been pursuing for most of her life. All of her careful planning has led to this. So she naturally waits until the worst moment and takes action as stupidly as possible. .... Maybe the pressure of having decades of her life lead up to a single moment in time just got the better of her?

The worst instance of all this, though, are the CRAZY leaps of logic she takes in the very last episode. Based on some broken-up audio she hears at the tail end of the fifth episode, she somehow figures out things that she should have no way of knowing. But of course, she’s completely right. And she then pursues an objective that makes no sense and is completely out of character for who she’s established to be. Until at the end of the episode, she suddenly stops and... I guess remembers what her motivation actually fucking was? God, it is INFURIATING. If she ever appears in this franchise again, I hope they can try to give us some sort of retroactive justification for her actions in that last ep.

- The show would be a lot shorter if it didn’t spend so much time spinning its wheels. Sometimes they just repeat plot beats and sequences in a new setting, presumably because they figure the setting will be enough to make it seem different.

In Episode 2, Obi-Wan must rescue little Leia from captivity and then evade a bunch of stormtroopers hunting them while they make their way to a ship to escape. In Episode 4, Obi-Wan must rescue little Leia from captivity and then evade a bunch of stormtroopers hunting them while they make their way to a ship to escape.

In Episode 5, Obi-Wan and the nascent Rebellion are cornered by the Empire, and Obi-Wan determines that he must appear to give himself up in order to serve as distraction that will let the Rebels get away. Ah! but then, in Episode 6, Obi-Wan and the nascent Rebellion are cornered by the Empire, and Obi-Wan determines that he must appear to give himself up in order to serve as a distraction that will let the Rebels get away.

- Speaking of the actors, Hayden Christensen does amazing work in the Vader suit. I know it’s basically just a form of mime, but his movements look so powerful and threatening throughout. He also gets to reprise pre-burn Anakin in some flashback images courtesy of some digital de-aging, so that was cool. And on the topic of Anakin/Vader, I can’t believe how outstanding James Earl Jones still sounds at age 91?! I saw some rumors online that he might’ve been digitally enhanced beyond just the usual Vader reverb, but... either way, holy shit.

- One of the best moments in the show is probably Ewan’s reaction when he hears that Anakin/Vader is actually still alive. But I must admit that I was confused that Obi-Wan would be stunned by this information. I mean... he sees that Palpatine was calling Anakin “Lord Vader” even before their Mustafar duel. Did he forget that name, or did he somehow just never hear about the existence of a “Darth Vader” terrorizing the damn galaxy? 

- I wasn’t too sure about Vivien Lyra Blair as Leia when the series started, but she establishes that she’s up to it fairly early on. I was ultimately quite happy and impressed with her. 

- Lola is an adorable design, and also VERY marketable. But if we’re going to be seeing droids hanging  around the Organa residence, shouldn’t we have seen R2 and/or Threepio... ?

- I definitely did not expect Owen and Beru to get some pretty badass scenes? And actually do some fighting? Unexpected, but the writers and fight choreographers made it make sense. Although both Owen and Beru are willing and capable of standing up for themselves, the show doesn’t try to make them secret warriors or anything. They’re still just a couple of people trying to defend a farm for their family’s sake.

- I can’t argue much with the final battle between Obi-Wan and Darth Vader. It’s cool to see. It would’ve been much more resonant if they had used “Battle of the Heroes” or “Duel of the Fates” in the score somewhere, though.

- Before the final battle, Obi-Wan says this is it - this is where one of them will have to die for the other to live. And yet! When Obi-Wan kicks Vader’s ass, he just looks him in the eye and... leaves. He leaves this former friend of his, who he saw casually killing innocent civilians one by one back in Episode 3, to continue his reign of terror. Obi-Wan, you absolute fool. You’re now basically responsible for everyone Vader kills for the next ten years! You know that, right?!  You stood there and watched Vader walk down a line of innocent civilians’ houses as he killed them one by one in an attempt to draw you out. You KNOW what this dickcheese is capable of! Christ... if the writers didn’t have any logical excuse for why this would happen, they should’ve rethought the whole goddamn sequence.

#obi-wan kenobi #disney+ series #obi-wan series #obi-wan kenobi series #star wars negativity

[loth-wolffe]

I saw your HCs for Crosshair after a messege from Anon, i loved it. I believe that Cross is a sneaky romantic who does not always show it outright. I am sure he would lay down beside you when you have a nightmare and hold you all the way through it. He would have special nicknames for you that only mean something between the two of you and he would remember everything you like from certain places and get you a keepsake from there, just because he loves how happy it makes you. He is jealous aswel

OMG OMG YOU GUYS HAVE THE BEST HEADCANONS I SWEAR SJRBSKDK

you really asked for this super long answer to all of your hc and I rEGRET NOTHING.

okay okay so, first of all yES HE'S A SNEAKY ROMANTIC, I strongly believe that everything he does is just, very like. Secretive. I totally see him like, if you're alone in the cockpit the second tech leaves you to go to sleep or whatever crosshair'd be wALKING IN AND SITTING BESIDE YOU, probably will make you sit in his lap and you'd tEASE HIM SO MUCH like "did you miss me so much?" even if he saw you 0.05 seconds ago but all his brothers where there so oF COURSE HE MISSED YOU SJDKAJ. you'd also say something like "you just can't be away from me now can you?" and he'd just kiss you silly to shut you up.

he'd also do a lot of things but, without you knowing. you ran out of sweets? that's cool, he has a stack hidden away from wrecker and just fills the little jar you keep in your drawer. he probably folds your clothes when you get lazy enough and just leaves them in the chair by your desk. he'd MOST DEFINETLY leave the little souvenir he got from you from his last mission in that spot in your room where you keep them all, and he wouldn't say anything about it until you found out that beautiful blue stone wasn't there before and "crosshair, did you get me this?" and he'd shrug like it's not big deal but his eyes are shining with anticipation and uncertainty bc maybe you don't like it but oh you're kissing him while murmuring a soft "thank you baby, I love it," on his lips and he feels on cloud number 9 bc there's nothing he loves more than making you happy. mark my words.

ALSO HIM HOLDING YOU AFTER A NIGHTMARE DUDE !!!!!! YES HE WOULD !!! like I just, I can clearly see you waking up from this awful nightmare and he has this really light sleep right, so he wakes up too and he's like, silent, looking at you and you want to cry because he almost never gets to sleep and you just woke him up, but he's so soft, so gentle about it, and without saying anything he just grabs you and settles you on his chest and holds you so close, and his fingers draw patterns on your back and if you want to talk about it he'll listen and if you don't he'll whisper a little "you're safe." and squeeze you closer and kisses your head once (1) unless you're crying then he'll hold you in his lap and instead of reassuring you with things like you ok and stuff, he'll tell you about this one time wrecker did whatever and tech laughed sO HARD he was redder than his uniform or wHATEVER MY BABY CROSS IS SO BAD AT CONFRONTING HE'LL JUST HUG YOU TILL YOU FEEL BETTER PLEASE SOMEBODY KISS HIM FOR ME.

also the nickname thing???? I AGREE 100% WITH YOU. I JUST- listen. i don't like clones giving pet names in mando'a, and is alright if you do. but like. I have my own hc of clones calling you sweet names and cROSSHAIR CALLING YOU INSIDE JOKES YOU AND HIM HAVE !!!! THIS IS THE SUPERIOR HC I WILL NOT TAKE ANYTHING MORE THAN THIS AND THIS ALONE !!!

like, he'd call you things like, bANTHS (short for: bantha) because you once told him banthas are your fave animal and he teased you sO HARD ABOUT IT. or calls you kenobi when you're being Ridiculous™ bc you were once complaining about obi wan and you did this embarrassing imitation of the general and he NEVER lets you forget about that. he calls you tatooine when you're looking Hot™ bc he's THAT silly.

but he calls you cute things too, like flower or whatever.

ALSO ALSO OMG !!! cROSSHAIR JEALOUS ???????? babe you jUST OPENED PANDORA'S BOX.

now listen. crosshair wouldn't consider himself Jealous, like, EVER. but he's very insecure sometimes because he knows you can do better (got news for you cross. WE CANT). But still, like everything that comes with him. He's very quiet about it. he's the kind of people that gets jealous and suffers in silence. he will never tell you much less when you're enjoying so much. and listen. he's usually very confident around his brothers, bc out of the batch you choose him and he's alright with that.

but you've been laughing with tech for 20 minutes now and he knows his brother isn't THAT funny, and wait. are you brushing hunter's hair??? aND WHY ARE YOU READING TO WRECKER ????????????

my mans is possessive, and the things you do with him he likes to be just for him and him alone. not that he'd ever say that to you. but it makes him feel special and very very loved. so it kinds of upset him if you say you went to train with hunter, or if you tell him that you went to the market with someone that isn't him because that's YOUR THING.

he doesn't stop you, though, nor tells you to don't interact with his bros anymore bc he loves you for who you are and he would never keep you from doing things, much less if those are things you like doing and he knows you love his brothers so much and he trusts them and he trusts you too. but still, you have to make him know you love him and your time with him is your favorite.

bUT WITH REGS????? OHOHOH. LIKE. he'd get into a fight with whomever if he's given the chance. if he sees a reg (unless it's cody but cody would NEVER make a move on you and your flirtatious days with him ended the day you started showing feelings towards the sniper but tHATS ANOTJER STORY FOR ANOTHER DAY) SO ANYWAYS, if he sees a reg making eyes at you there's three scenarios.

1. he'd kiss you right then and there and he gives zero (0) shits. like listen. crosshair HATES pda but he hates the regs more so that's his excuse. but this isn't very likely.

2. he'd be very petty about it. like. he's far and he sees you laughing with a reg??? well get ready bc once you're with crosshair he'll be all "you don't want to spend more time with that reg?" or "you seemed to be having a good time with that reg" or "why don't you go with your reg and kiss him instead hmmmmmmmm???" it's ridiculous and it's ugly. and tbh he should know better. but there's no fight about it. cause like, you know where is all coming from, and you just roll your eyes and go like, "don't be ridiculous, I have you." and kiss HIM silly.

3. his brothers see him upset and try to reassure him and he probably calms down. but once you're alone you ask him what's wrong and he looks Very Sad and very vulnerable and asks something like "why are you with me?" and such.

aNYWAYS THANKS FOR COMING TO MY VERY LONG TED TALK. GIMMIE YOUR THOUGHTS EVERYBODYYYYY I loVE CROSSHAIR SO MUCH I MISS HIM SO BAD.

also, it's awfully lovely hearing from you guys!

thank you for this aMAZING ASK!!!

#crosshair x reader #crosshair headcanon #ted talks with ari #100% accurate asks

[nevertheless-moving]

Suicidal Misunderstanding AU Part V (SW Time Travel AU #27)

Part I - - - - -  Part II - - - - - Part III - - - - - Part IV 

After a meandering walk through what felt like every path the hanging gardens and marsh pools had to offer, Obi-Wan stopped to lean against a stone wall. 

“Obi-Wan? Are you ready to stop and eat something? As nice as this has been, I’m getting hungry and I’m guessing you are too.” 

Anakin was only being a little sarcastic. It had genuinely been nice to peacefully spend the day with Obi-Wan like this- they hadn’t been to the marsh habitats since the war started. He had resigned himself to watching Obi-Wan enthusiastically greet every wandering knight, master, and elder who they passed. 

It was actually starting to become impressive- Anakin never realized how many members of the Order his Master was friendly with- no wonder he was given a seat on the high council! But after the last heartfelt clasping of hands with a completely unfamiliar Bothan (thankfully for Anakin’s petty jealousy, Obi-Wan wasn’t hugging everyone), Anakin had asked who the knight was.

Obi Wan frowned. “No idea. But I suppose I must have seen him somewhere.” 

Anakin was no longer feeling impressed.

When a group of crechelings wandered by, Obi-Wan appeared briefly overwhelmed with emotion. His shields (apparently even better drunken than sober) didn’t let anything specific slip. But he knew Obi-Wan was feeling something intensely. Bizarrely, instead of saying hello, Obi-Wan hurried out and away with Anakin dragged behind, bringing them back to the stone wall and their skipped breakfast.

“Not yet.” Obi-Wan responded hoarsely. “I want to visit the Room of A Thousand Fountains first, and say a few more goodbyes.”

“Goodbyes?” Anakin asked, a slight chill running down his back. “We’re not shipping back out until the end of the week. Do you always say goodbye to everyone this thoroughly before redeployment?”

“No. Do you think I should have?” Obi-Wan frowned. “I feel like that would have been more upsetting than anything else.”

“Ok then, why are you saying goodbye now? To the whole order?” 

Obi-Wan didn’t reply, he just pushed off the wall to continue on his quest to apparently visit every corner of the temple.

“Master, please, you’re worrying me. If you won’t eat, then let me take you to the Healing Halls so they can check you over for drugs. We can visit the fountains after.”

Obi-Wan finally paused, thinking that over. “I would like to see Bant. She should be there, right?”  

Bant did end up being there, and was more touched than disturbed by Obi-Wan’s sincere joy to see her. While Obi-Wan wandered the halls greeting injured Knights, she ran several tests.

“As far as I can tell, all you had last night was human-appropriate alcohol. No force-user specific drug interactions, and no traces of Spice. It’s possible there’s something I missed, but your force presence doesn’t feel off balance in the manner I specifically associate with drug-induced altered perception. Your blood sugar is a little low and you’re somewhat dehydrated, especially considering you’re in the temple, not out on a mission.”

“I’ll take care of my physical needs after I visit the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Just because a vision isn’t purely induced by the force doesn’t mean I can’t draw meaning from it. I do appreciate how you always looked out for me though, Bant. I’ve missed your fussing.” Obi-Wan smiled, clasping one of her hands in his.

Bant sighed, “If Master Yoda wasn’t off world I’d urge you to talk to him. I haven’t seen you this shaken by a vision since we were younglings. Even if you do seem to be handling it fairly... calmly.” 

Obi-Wan laughed. “I’ll tell him you said that someday. I might be wrong, but I think he’ll be happy to learn about-” Obi-Wan gestured around vaguely, “all this. I’ll talk to him at some point. I’m sure of it.” 

She glanced over at Anakin, who had been a quietly looming shadow the whole visit. He seemed both relieved by the diagnosis as well as bewildered. “Can I speak to you privately?”

Obi-Wan nodded and Anakin stalked out of the test room. 

She scrutinized him, worry more obvious now, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you slipping tenses this whole time. You’re still not sure where your vision ends and reality begins, are you? Do you even know when you are?”

Obi-Wan looked down. “I know what’s real and what’s not. I’m just...enjoying not fully living in the moment. I have every intention of waking up.”

“Yeah, that’s a BIG red flag, Obi-Wan. Force.” She tilted her head back and forth, examining him with obvious concern. “I am scheduling an appointment for a soul healer and you are going to go, understand?” She demanded.

Obi-Wan agreed far too easily. She reluctantly let him leave with an earnest promise to eat something real.

Obi-Wan came outside to find Anakin pacing. 

“I’m glad you’re still here,” he told his former Padawan, ignoring the ache in his chest.

“Of course Ori’vod,” Anakin said, ducking his head with a shy smile. “What did Bant say?”

“She wants me to eat something real and visit a soul healer.” Obi-Wan sighed. “Well, I can do at least one of those things.”

“A soul healer! She thinks you’re crazy?” Anakin asked offended. 

“First of all, you don’t have to be unstable to visit a soul healer. I’ve seen them in the past, when there wasn’t as much wrong with me. I’m sorry if I led you to believe you couldn’t seek out help for your problems.” Obi-Wan said. Another mistake.

“I-I know that. I just thought, you know, Jedi can be judgmental of that sort of thing. A good Jedi is supposed to be able to just, meditate stuff away.” Anakin said bitterly.

Obi-Wan thought furiously. Was this why he had been so blindsided by Anakin’s fall? Had his padawan been so afraid of judgement that he hid all of the warning sides of his struggles with darkness? Maybe he could ask Owen for some sort of petty assistance when he brought over bantha milk next time, to demonstrate to young Luke that it was ok to ask for help. No, he was probably still too young for those sorts of lessons to have much meaning. The insight would require meditation, when he was more sober. 

Unsure how ‘Anakin’ would respond, Obi-Wan tentatively said, “You’re right, that some Jedi might judge for seeking such aid. But I think in the last years of the war, that sort of opinion became less and less common. After all, an ideal Jedi shouldn’t be leading an army. I don’t know if anyone can be perfect during war, let alone a peacekeeper.”

When that failed to garner positive or negative reply, Obi-Wan let out a breath. “It hardly matters, since I can’t exactly visit a therapist, let alone a soul healer, given my present living conditions.” 

Anakin seemed to process that, giving Obi-Wan a long, searching look. “What’s your next point?”

“Hmm?”

“You said first of all, and I think that was all one thing, so what’s your second point?”

“Not exactly being able to visit a soul healer regularly doesn’t count as a separate retort?”

“I guess? I’m just trying to understand what you’re trying to tell me” A twinge of frustration crept into Anakin’s otherwise level tone.

"I appreciate that, truly, and I regret the number of hurtful miscommunications that sprung up from me failing to do just that. Well, I suppose, by most reasonable standards, I am ‘crazy.’ Getting some help with unraveling my mind would probably be best, if it were an option, but it isn’t so...” Obi-Wan shrugged.

Before any followup questions could be asked, they finally arrived at the main entrance to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. The archway was stunning, water flowing upwards along the stone in intricate, shifting tessellations. When they stepped through, Obi-Wan was delighted to see Mace Windu sitting on a bench by the entrance. 

“Mace! I was hoping to see you.”

Mace looked at him. He seemed at first, to be utterly unsurprised by the duo’s arrival. But the longer he stared, the more visible shock overtook his features. “Master Koon recommended I look for you...force what happened.”

Obi-Wan just chuckled. “Oh you know. What didn’t happen.”

“What’s wrong?” Anakin asked urgently. “What do you see, Master Windu?”

Obi-Wan tried to wave them both off, laugh a little more forced. “Please, I came here to relax. I’m sure it would be easier to say what’s not wrong with-”

“Kark it, Obi-Wan this isn’t a joking matter.” Master Windu’s voice was calm, but insistent. He slowly started approaching Obi-Wan as though the fellow council member were a feral loth-cat. 

“You look as if...nearly every shatter point around you has broken open. Force, I think you’ve been carrying some of these with you since you were a child. Usually when things that deep break...And some of these- some of these are too big to have just affected you.” Mace hesitantly reached forward, brushing against something invisible.

A chill ran down Anakin’s spine, again. What the kriff did Obi-Wan see in his vision? Last night he mentioned the temple burning, their rooms turned to ash, and Anakin had just...let that go in favor of greedily spending time with this addictively affectionate version of Obi-Wan.

“Mace...” Obi-Wan groaned. “I had been wondering what you might say to me but this is...please, can’t you just give me a hug and let me enjoy the peace for one more hour.”

“Master Kenobi,” Mace said, seeming to revert to an even more serious version of himself. “What I see cracked open around you is bigger than the reemergence of the Sith on Naboo, bigger than the first battle of Genosis. Whatever has happened, you cannot possibly keep it to yourself, practically or morally.”

To the shock of both Windu and Skywalker, Obi-Wan actually rolled his eyes at that. “Mace. You are not telling me anything I do not already know. And I am choosing to spend a little longer enjoying the unique joys of the Temple before dealing with the harshness of reality. Haven’t I earned a small break? I’m not abandoning my duty, but if I don’t take care of myself where I can I’ll go madder than I already have.” 

At no point did Obi-Wan’s voice get whiny or upset, he just calmly dropped a series of bombshells like he was repeating an argument.

Mace and Anakin exchanged glances, but if Mace was trying to communicate something, it was utterly lost on Anakin. 

“Alright, Master Kenobi. I trust your judgement.” 

And, to Anakin’s shock, Mace pulled Obi-Wan for a tight hug. “And I care about you, Obi-Wan.”

For a brief, hysterical moment, Anakin Skywalker wondered if he was about to witness his Master break down crying on the shoulder of Mace Windu the Master of the Jedi Order.

But Obi-Wan just let out a slow breath and returned the embrace before bowing deeply in Respect. Windu returned the bow with a placid expression. 

“If you’ll excuse me...I think I’d like to stand by the waterfall alone for a moment.” He paused, turning to address Anakin. “If you’re willing to wait for me, I’ll happily rejoin you by the glowing mushrooms.” Anakin nodded silently and Obi-Wan beamed before leaving the two alone together.

Mace turned to the young knight in a silent demand for answers, and, for once, Anakin was eager to share what he was dealing with. “He came back drunk last night, talking about the temple burning down, and being well-”

“Unusually emotionally expressive?” Mace offered.

Anakin nodded. “Took a blood sample to analyze in the morning. He woke determined to hug every sentient being in the temple. I actually managed to get him to the halls just before we came here; Master Eerin said there was nothing in his system and...I just don’t know. He’s been off today, but not in a bad way, exactly. Could a vision have caused the shattering you saw?

Mace furrowed his brow. “Not any vision like I’ve ever seen but...these are dark times. And Master Kenobi has had historically bad luck. If some new cataclysm is coming for us- I absolutely believe he’d be the first of us to stumble into it. Something terrible and extraordinary must have happened in the 24 hours since I last saw him in person.”

A beat passed.

“I should go to the mushrooms before I lose track of him,” Anakin said quietly.

Mace nodded. “Skywalker, if you need assistance dragging him back to the healers for whatever reason, comm me, understood?” 

“Understood. Master Koon said the same.” the Knight replied, heart pounding.

The Windu clasped him on the shoulder firmly, "I’m going to check in with Master Eerin. It’s possible she has some suspicions that my observations will help her confirm. Until then...”

“I’ll look out for him.” Anakin promised.

Part VI

#star wars #suicidal misunderstanding au #star wars au no 27 #my au #sw #time travel #obi wan kenobi needs a hug #oh boy we are BUILDING towards the #angst #it 1am #lol im supposed to work tomorrow but ive said that before #thank you everyone for being supportive im glad youre all hyperventilating with me over this sad boy

[wickedscribbles]

Hey, if you answered this question before then I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you could give Intel on where the idea for Ziva came from? Like her being a healer or her species, character traits and so on...

Would love to hear that if it's ok :) <3

Oh yes it’s definitely okay to ask these things! I’m always happy when someone’s interested in an OC -- Ziva especially. She’s my first real original character, and the fact that people like her still has me over the moon. 

I’d written a series right before Come What May that I never got around to finishing called Star in the Dust, which focused on The Mandalorian x Reader. I was still very new to the concept of writing in second person and reader pairings in general, let along creating an original character, but found I was really enjoying it. That being said, Miona, the OC for the series, was created in little bits and pieces. And while I really enjoyed her, I didn’t put quite as much thought into her creation as I would for Ziva. Toying around with the concepts was a nice push in the right direction, though. 

The Mandalorian was my introduction to Star Wars, and shortly after finishing it, I followed it up by watching Clone Wars, to get a chronological introduction of sorts to the universe. I only fell in love with Star Wars -- and Obi-Wan -- even more from there, and became fascinated with the Pantoran species after seeing Riyo Chuchi premiere in the episode Trespass. And, okay, I had a crush. She’s gorgeous to me. I want more live-action Pantorans. 

When I knew I’d be making Come What May into more than a oneshot, I was nervous about introducing Ziva. For the first four chapters, she didn’t even have a name, only referred to in second person. Even though I’d made it clear that Miona was an original character in Star in the Dust, giving her unique physical traits wasn’t going over well, and I got a few comments asking me to remove them -- which I did. 

With that being said, I had more ideas for Come What May. Soooo many ideas. I didn’t want Obi-Wan with someone faceless for the entirety of this series -- even though I adore reader pairings, and prefer writing them, now, for oneshots. I’d already written up some background for a young Jedi named Ziva Courtee, who would accompany Obi-Wan and Anakin to a troubled moon in the midst of the Clone Wars, confused and upset as to why Master Kenobi was brushing her off. 

I still have that document -- and it makes me laugh because I have a note -- something like “HER NAME IS ZIVA CORRECT IT IF YOU SPELL IT WRONG” because I kept misspelling it. 

So I took the background I had for Ziva and tweaked it a little bit. I was so excited when I asked if my readers would be interested in getting to meet her, and they enthusiastically said yes! Originally, she was going to be Mace Windu’s Padawan, and he’d have a soft spot for her, and call her snowbird. I liked that, but it didn’t quite feel right, so she became Stass’ Padawan instead. I also wanted her to have an excuse to be in the Temple more often than not, but still be a smart and capable young Knight, so I made her a talented Healer. She’s needed on Coruscant, not blind to the dangers of the universe around her. 

I knew I wanted her to be Pantoran -- one, because I found the design and dress that Riyo and her gang had going on so cool and unique. Two, because I was really fascinated with having a humanoid original character. With Star Wars, there are so many possibilities, and I didn’t want to ‘just’ do a human, you know? That led me to having so many headcanons about Pantoran biology and culture and just falling in love with her species even more. I love that blue girl. There’s not a ton of info out there about them, so I just went crazy making up my own stuff. 

She gets some of her physical traits from me. The eyebrows? Mine. I love how people draw them whenever I happen to see fanart -- it’s like seeing myself in her. Her long, wavy hair is the shampoo commercial version of what I wish mine was (but blue, of course). Other than that, I wanted her to be realistic. To have curves, but be strong, from her years of Jedi training. 

I wanted her to be capable mentally, too, but not unrealistically so. She has this talent, and she’s so grateful to be able to use it and help people -- but at the same time, she’s always afraid to fumble. To let someone down. Does she really deserve the praise she’s getting? What if she takes one wrong step? (Alexa play “Surface Pressure” from Encanto) On top of having this secret relationship with Obi-Wan, a part of her is always wondering if she’s good enough to deserve everything she has. Part of her growth is that she starts to realize her worth, and I love that. 

I love that she’s chill, but she has a sense of humor, too. I’m always thinking that I could never be half as chill as Ziva is. She has to be, in a crisis. It makes her a good Healer, and a good Jedi. 

Gosh I’m just going on and on! I love her so much. Thank you for asking, I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed her. 💖💖

And let me just add that I didn’t know all this about her right away. We grew together. As I wrote more about her, I learned more, and it was such a great experience that I wouldn’t change for anything. No matter how anyone feels about fanfiction or smut, I’ll never forget the year I wrote Come What May and gave Ziva her happy ending. 

#wicked answers #ziva courtee #obiziva #pantorans #original character #oc

[glimmerglanger]

ok but vampire Obi-Wan biting Anakin and having to get on his tippy toes and Anakin gets so into it he just picks him up by the thighs and slams him into the nearest wall

*FANS SELF HELPLESSLY* UNF, ANON, THAT’S AN AMAZING IMAGE, I’M hot under my collar jfdkalfjda

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Mm,” Obi-Wan murmured, when Anakin wrapped an arm around him from behind, nuzzling into the soft hair behind his ear. Obi-Wan did not startle at his touch, for all that Anakin had only just arrived on the Negotiator, fresh off of a miserable mission to some nowhere world. “Hello, there,” he said, grown comfortable with being in Anakin’s arms.

“Hello to you.” Anakin closed his eyes for a moment, breathing him in, feeling, abruptly, as though he’d come home. “Did you miss me?”

Obi-Wan made a soft, amused sound, putting down the pad he’d been working on and turning in Anakin’s grip. “Of course,” he said, mouth curving up, and Anakin could not help but bend enough to steal a kiss and then another.

“Everything went well?” Obi-Wan asked, a moment later, easing back just enough to get a look at Anakin’s expression. Anakin nodded, waving a hand dismissively. He had no real desire to dig into the miserable slog of the mission. Not when he could reach up and pull at the neckline of his tunics.

Obi-Wan flashed him a grin, looking soft and amused when he asked, “Trying to tell me something, Anakin?”

Anakin shrugged, even as want swirled up in his stomach. “Thought you might be hungry,” he said, flashing a smile of his own, and Obi-Wan wetted his bottom lip. He couldn’t drink from Anakin each time he grew hungry. It would have been dangerous for Anakin’s health. The wait between - to ensure Anakin was fully recovered - always left Anakin watching the calendar, keeping track of when he’d next pull Obi-Wan closer.

“You were cleared by medical?” Obi-Wan asked, swaying forward again, one hand on Anakin’s shoulder to brace.

“I’m fit as a bantha,” Anakin said, flattening his palm over Obi-Wan’s back to draw him closer, tilting his chin up, and Obi-Wan hummed, pushing up onto his toes to make up for their disparate heights and--

And he’d never quite done that before, dragging a kiss against Anakin’s throat and leaning into him, stretching up to reach, teeth just brushing against skin, like he wanted it as much as Anakin, like he wasn’t going to protest that Anakin needed to sit down first this time.

Anakin groaned in the back of his throat, itching with all his delayed wants, intent on making things easier on Obi-Wan. He wasn’t thinking when he dipped his knees just a little, hands sliding down Obi-Wan’s sides, gripping at his legs and lifting him, easily.

Obi-Wan made a surprised little sound, arms flung around Anakin’s shoulders as he asked, “What are you--oh!”

The wall was the closest convenient surface and oh, it felt good to press Obi-Wan against it, his thighs on either side of Anakin’s hips as Anakin asked, “Better?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan hummed, shifting against him, and in this position Anakin could feel how hard he was, his cock trapped between them, all of their kriffing robes in the way.

“Next time,” Anakin panted, gasping as Obi-Wan nibbled at his throat, pointed, sharp teeth dragging over skin, “I’m getting you out of your clothes first.”

Obi-Wan snorted a laugh, breath puffing over sensitive skin. “I’ve told you before,” he said, “there’s to be no thrusting of any kind while my teeth are in you.”

Anakin ground against him, a helpless thrust of his hips. He still wasn’t sure he agreed with that rule all the way. The idea of tangling together even closer while Obi-Wan bit him was... deeply satisfying to something inside his chest. But the thought made Obi-Wan uncomfortable and worried, certain he’d do damage by accident, so he’d stopped asking about it. He ground out, “I could wait until you were done.”

“Oh, well,” Obi-Wan said, breathily, “you can do that this time,” and sank his teeth in.

#glimmer replies #ask me anything #obi-wan the polite vampire ahahah #polite vampire obi-wan #obikin #mildly spicy

[obwjam]

Ok so I loved your ‘Anakin gets shrunk’ thing but now I’m also imagining a scenario in which the tiny is suddenly as tall as their giant friends.

AH THANK U i’m glad you liked it 🥺🥺 but also yes i think about this all the time too..... mayhaps it would go something like this

————

It happened suddenly, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment where only a few people were paying attention because nobody thought it was going to work. They had finally made significant progress on their mission to reverse engineer the Separatist weapon that shrunk Anakin Skywalker to just a few inches tall, and a few members of the Jedi Council were eager to see if the nonstop work had paid off. Standing near him was Jayla, his lifelong tiny friend who had helped keep Anakin sane during the worst month of his life. There was a non-zero chance this antidote wasn’t going to work, so she was on standby in case something went wrong.

It worked, though. Maybe a little too well.

There was a blinding light that filled the medical bay as the growth ray was activated. Anakin felt like his body was being torn apart before the pain melted and his eyes adjusted to the room. Wow, everything is so much brighter.

“Anakin!” came the excited and relieved voice of Obi-Wan.

“Did... did it work?” Anakin asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, thank the Force, it did— oh my...”

Sitting on the table to Anakin, there was a new person in the room. It was Jayla, who was no longer four inches tall and instead seemed to be taller than even the five-and-a-half-foot Ahsoka. A splitting headache was all that was left after the fire in her body subsided. No matter how many times she blinked, she couldn’t see clearly.

Anakin turned, following Obi-Wan’s gaze. His jaw just about hit the floor. “What the...”

“Ugh, why do I feel so—woah...” Jayla slurred through her words, and her voice suddenly sounded like she was screaming. It felt like the words were traveling from her brain to her mouth in slow motion. Through the pain in her head, she strained her eyes to try and make out the figures in front of her. She took a shortened breath. Why did everything feel so closed in?

A concerned Jayla? was the only thing she heard before her eyes rolled back and she passed out right on the table.

Anakin and Obi-Wan rushed to help her as Ahsoka, Yoda, Plo Koon and Mace Windu watched in subdued shock.

Ahsoka was the one to break the silence. “Uhm... what just happened?”

Nobody really had an answer. They threw out speculations as Anakin stood at Jayla’s bedside, making sure she was okay. It didn’t take long for her eyes to start fluttering.

Anakin waved his hand and shushed the group as Jayla stirred awake. At first, her eyelids remained heavy and she could barely make out what she was seeing. But suddenly, the face in front of her took shape. Anakin was shockingly close to her, and yet, he didn’t look big at all. It must not have worked.

“Anakin...” she muttered, finding her voice. “What happened? I got the worst headache... oh kriff, that thing didn’t work, did it?”

“Jay,” Anakin cut her off. “It... it did work.”

Jayla blinked, thoroughly confused. “Um, are you joking? You’re still tiny.”

“No, he’s not.”

“Then why—“ she started, but once she looked over to where Obi-Wan’s voice was coming from, she nearly swallowed her tongue. Obi-Wan was eye-level, but he wasn’t bending down, and his face didn’t take up her entire view. In fact, he was several feet away, but it felt like he was right next to her. She tried to reach into the Force to figure out what was going on, but she flinched away when a thousand different sensations flooded her mind. It hurt almost as bad as the headache.

“Take it easy!” Anakin cautioned as Jayla shot up, her eyes wide. Stars flashed briefly in her vision. Her limbs felt like jelly. “You don’t look so good.”

“Stop, stop...” Jayla squeezed her eyes shut as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. “You’re talking too loud.”

Anakin turned to Obi-Wan, a look of concern passing between them. The Jedi in the corner stayed put, partially so they didn’t startle Jayla and partially because they were still in shock.

Jayla stared at her feet and took a few deep breaths as she allowed the world around her to normalize in her brain. Even though the floor was so far away from her now, she could still see it in excruciating detail. She swung her legs a few times, gasping when the tips of her toes brushed against the cool tile. When she remembered the Jedi standing in the corner of the room, she glanced up, only able to hold eye contact for just a few uncomfortable seconds before moving her head back down. The Force confirmed what seemed too impossible to be true — not only did the antidote grow Anakin back, but it grew her, too.

“I’m... uh. Wow. I’m really... wow,” Jayla breathed, eyes still trained downward. “This is... really weird.”

“How do you feel?” Obi-Wan was now standing next to the bed. His mind was racing to find a potential explanation for what was in front of him.

“Um. Confused,” she said, still getting used to the projection of her voice. She was too afraid to look Obi-Wan in the eye. “Everything feels loud.”

“How can something feel loud?” Anakin questioned.

“I dunno! It’s... it’s like my senses have been dialed up to 100. Like something is bound to happen at any moment.”

“Sounds like you’re just a bit anxious,” Obi-Wan said. “I don’t blame you.”

“No no, it’s more than that. Like... like I can hear what’s going on outside the door. All the people walking by, how their footsteps sound. And how Rex is standing in the hallway and trying to act like he’s not nervous but he’s really freaking out ‘cause he doesn’t know why it’s taking so long and he’s assuming it didn’t work. And the medical droid — the one over there, across the room — it’s making some sedative. Mixing bacta with... something green. It smells awful in here, too, and it’s really distracting.”

Obi-Wan and Anakin stared at her in stunned silence for a moment. Neither of them had sensed Rex outside the room, much less what he was feeling, and the medical droid was too far away to make out the labels of what it was mixing. They certainly couldn’t hear anything going on outside of their little huddle. And the room didn’t even have a smell.

“Hmm.” Obi-Wan calmly rubbed his chin, casting a sideways glance at the other Jedi masters in the room. They seemed to all be thinking the same thing. “We can discuss this later, Jayla. Right now, we need to make sure both of your vitals are stable.”

Jayla nodded, again closing her eyes in an attempt to reduce her bubble of perception. She couldn’t take all the noise.

“Ahsoka, please keep Anakin and Jayla company and let me know if there are any anomalies in their readings. Masters, if you don’t mind?” Obi-Wan jerked his head to the door. Yoda, Plo Koon and Mace Windu, who had stayed surprisingly silent through the whole ordeal, followed Obi-Wan into the hall. They were a little astounded to see Rex as described: leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his fingers gripped tightly around his armor. He perked up when he saw the group of Jedi, but didn’t say anything as they moved off to the side. If they didn’t know any better, they would have just assumed he was tense about being in the Jedi Temple.

“I don’t know what to make of this,” Obi-Wan started. “What went wrong?”

“Too close, she was standing, when we fired our antidote,” Yoda said with confidence. “Caught in its range, she was.”

“I agree,” Mace chimed in. “Though that doesn’t explain why it has the exact same effect on her when it was only intended to reverse what had been done to Skywalker.”

“Maybe the effect wasn’t the same. She seems to have this... heightened connection to the Force,” Obi-Wan offered. “I knew she was strong with it before, but now...”

“It seems that the strength of her abilities grew with her physical body,” Plo finished.

“But Skywalker’s connection to the Force was never diminished,” Mace said. “Besides, that’s not how the Force works.”

“Possible, it may be, that this is not a matter concerning the Force,” Yoda said, drawing the attention of the other matters. “Hyper-attentive, her species is. Always like this, she could have been.”

The four Jedi considered that possibility. It made sense on the surface — she had always been quick and perceptive, and seemed to sense things coming before they happened. Now that she was their size, she was just interpreting her surroundings like normal, but on a much bigger scale, which allowed for picking up on things that humans or togrutas or anyone else would miss.

“If that is the case, then I’m afraid our little Jayla is going to be very overwhelmed by her new world,” Obi-Wan posited. “It’s going to take some getting used to.”

“We don’t even know how long she’ll be like this,” Mace stressed. “The truth of the matter is we have no idea how either of them will react to this antidote in the long-term. We need to keep a close eye on both of them, at all times.”

“Leave that to me,” Obi-Wan said. He was growing increasingly worried about how Jayla was taking all of this. He wanted to be there for her.

“Master Yoda and I can analyze the readings to see if we can find anything helpful,” Plo looked down to Yoda, who nodded in acknowledgment. “It will take some time, but as long as their vitals are stable, I see no reason to keep them cooped up in the temple.”

“We still have this war to deal with,” Mace grumbled. 

“We can’t send them back out there. Especially Jayla. Not yet,” Obi-Wan protested. “We need to run more tests first.”

“With all due respect, Master Kenobi, there’s only so much a medical droid can tell us,” Plo responded. “We may have to see them in action to get a better sense of their boundaries.”

Obi-Wan considered this. “For Anakin, I suppose I agree with that. But we don’t know what our antidote did to Jayla, or what it will do. We should keep her here for a while.”

“She won’t like that,” Plo said.

“It doesn’t matter what she likes or not. We have a responsibility to keep her safe.”

Mace turned to Yoda, who had stayed silent in the debate. “Master Yoda, do you feel comfortable letting Jayla go out on the battlefield with Skywalker and Padawan Tano once she settles down? If she’s really as perceptive as you think, she could be a huge asset.”

Yoda hummed. While the idea of throwing Jayla back into battle like nothing happened felt odd to him and he was concerned with putting too much on her plate, he also agreed with Mace’s reasoning. The situation in the galaxy was dire, and they needed all the Jedi they could get to fight off the growing influence of the dark side. Plus, he knew his former padawan would adamantly refuse to stay in the temple.

“She may go. But careful, we must be. Know not how she will react to such a chaotic environment.”

“Very well, Master Yoda,” Obi-Wan said. If Yoda thought it was okay, he supposed he could go along with it. “She’ll have me, Anakin, Ahsoka and Rex with her. She’ll be well protected.”

The Jedi all nodded, feeling slightly better about the situation. Obi-Wan watched as the other three filed back into the medbay. He made his way over to Rex, whose anxiety was easily sensible now. He sure had a lot of explaining to do.

————-

“You’re being dramatic.”

“Am I? I don’t think you understand how weird this is for me right now.”

“No, no, I think I understand perfectly. Did you forget the last month?”

“That was different!”

“Please! I wasn’t going around touching everything like I just woke up from stasis.”

“I’ve never held a book before, okay? I had to see what it was like!”

Anakin and Ahsoka were taking Jayla on a grand re-tour of the Jedi Temple. The place was almost unrecognizable at Jayla’s new height of five feet and eight inches. She didn’t understand how she was still so much shorter than Anakin.

“Come on, master,” Ahsoka dared to interject. “Don’t you think you’re being just a little unfair?”

“Psh, no way. Suddenly being tall is way less awkward than suddenly being small.”

“Is it, though?” Jayla said, finding a windowsill to lean against. She wasn’t used to this much walking. “I feel so... exposed. Everyone can see me now.”

“Isn’t that nice, though?” Ahsoka asked. “I mean, don’t you want people to notice you?”

“I guess...” Jayla trailed off, tracing her finger along her wrist. “It’s just really overwhelming. It feels like everyone’s staring at me.”

“I think they are,” Anakin muttered. Word traveled fast in the walls of the temple.

“I never realized you had a tattoo,” Ahsoka said, noticing for the first time the intricate symbol on Jayla’s wrist.

“Yeah. It’s, uh, it’s something everyone in my village gets. Or, got. Here.” She held her wrist out, still getting used to the fact that it was the same size as everyone else’s. “These symbols here, that’s a language. I never actually got to learn it fully, and I’ve forgotten almost all of it, but it means al’hora dessili. Clan of Al. The animal-looking thing is a corano. It’s part of ancient legend. It symbolizes intuition, which I guess was the trait that was most prevalent in me when I was young.”

“How could they have known?” Ahsoka asked. “I mean, didn’t the council come and find you when you were an infant?” 

Jayla sniffed a laugh. “I think I was almost 10 when they found me.”  She exchanged a knowing glance with Anakin. “And I think it was entirely by accident.” 

Ahsoka blushed. “Oh. I had no idea.”

“That’s by design,” Jayla smirked. “Master Windu was the one who discovered me. Hah, out of all the things I’ve seen, that might have been the scariest day of my life. Even now, when we’re almost the same height, I’m still kinda freaked out by him.” 

A gust of wind caught Jayla’s hair and she lost her words. Something like that used to knock her off her feet, or at the very least, push her back a bit. But now, that breeze was like a kiss on her cheek as she gazed out in wonder at the busy world below. The towers still towered, but in a majestic way instead of an imposing one. Everything seemed within reach.

“Excuse me, sirs.”

The three whipped their heads around to find Rex standing with his helmet resting between his arm and his side. Obi-Wan was deep in conversation with someone else across the way, answering many of the same questions that Rex had posited on the way over.

“Rex,” Anakin smiled. 

“General Skywalker. It’s so good to see you back to normal.”

“That makes two of us.”

“Are you feeling alright? 

“Yeah. A little sore, actually. And just a bit tired. But if that’s what it takes, then I don’t care, because I’m just glad to be me again…”

Anakin trailed off when he realized Rex was no longer listening to him. Once he had locked eyes with Jayla, neither of them could tear their gaze away from the other. They both felt like they were looking at an entirely different person. Jayla’s stomach kept turning.

“Hey, Rex…” Jayla said slowly, as if she had just learned those words and was trying them out for the first time. “You’re, uh. You’re taller than I expected.”

Rex blinked. “I could say the same for you, sir.”

Jayla bit back a smile. “Yeah.”

Several beats of silence followed.

“Well.” Ahsoka could barely take it. “This is awkward.”

Anakin tapped Jayla’s shoulder. “I think she short circuited.”

“I think you should stop poking me,” Jayla retorted, playfully punching Anakin in the shoulder. Well. She thought it was playful.

“Ow! Kriff,” Anakin reeled back. “That hurt, yknow.”

“What? Really? M’sorry,” Jayla stammered, staring at her hand. I didn’t hit him that hard.

“If this is how strong you’re gonna be, then you’ll have to take it easy on the punches,” Anakin jested. “Save it for the Separatists.”

“If that’s how strong I’m gonna be...” Jayla repeated anxiously. “I don’t know how much I like that.”

Rex gave the two Jedi next to him a concerned look. They didn’t need words to know that it was time for one of them to change the subject.

Ahsoka spoke first. “Hey, why don’t we go to the dining hall and get some grub? I don’t know about you all, but I’m starving.”

“Uhm, I don’t really think I should,” Jayla said tentatively, rubbing her neck. “I have no idea what eating food could do to me. Or Anakin, really.”

“I didn’t even think of that,” Anakin muttered. “Well, what about the gardens? We still need to finish our grand tour. Rex, why don’t you join us?”

Rex’s face flushed red. “Oh, I--I shouldn’t, sir.”

“Come on, it’ll be nice! How often are you in the Jedi Temple?”

“This is my first time, sir.”

“See? Now you have to come. Jayla thinks it’s her first time in the temple too. You can touch the plants together.”

“Okay, listen--” she started, but stopped when she realized how exhausted she was. Getting angry took up a lot of energy. “Ugh. Can we take it slow? We’ve done so much walking already.”

“We’ve been out of the medbay for an hour!”

“Well, when you suddenly grow 15 times the height you’ve been all your life, you tell me how you feel!” Anakin wanted to keep poking fun, but nothing about that sentence was funny. Jayla sighed. “Sorry. I’m just… really tired.”

“Fresh air will help,” Rex interjected, daring to enter the conversation. “Trust me.”

Jayla gave him a small smile. The butterflies in her stomach were still there, but not as bad as before. “Okay. Let’s go.” She turned to Anakin. “Oh, and I will be touching all the plants.”

Anakin snickered. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Hey, if this is gonna be a long-term thing, then I’m gonna have fun with it. And half the fun comes from annoying you.”

“I wish I could get away with that,” Ahsoka muttered under her breath. 

“Come on, kids! The tour continues!” Anakin waved the group forward. Jayla chuckled and even Rex cracked a smile.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#lol this turned into a whole ass thing #the power of size swaps #and the power of me launching into excrutiating detail #it’s like if you were to grow an ant #mfs could carry like 1000 pounds by themselves #jayla’s hulking out #also really just jumped at the opportunity to dive into jayla lore #dont flame me for copying anakin's story beats it has a purpose #me: i will be answering more prompts! #also me: spends the whole day on this #it's not a phase mom this is just who i am #okay that's enough #obwrites #star wars g/t

[tennessoui]

How about 60 and 83 from the prompt list?

oh ho hoooooo

60. poorly timed confessions + 83. intimate artistry

ok i'm immediately thinking.....and i don't know why.....but

19th century au where obi-wan is a famous artist, but for fun he still goes to classes to paint/draw naked models ("fun", "sex", etc etc)

anyway 19yo anakin is one of those models, and it's his first time modeling for these sorts of pictures, which is very quite obvious. he's fidgeting in front of all the eyes, so obi-wan talks the teacher into having a lil break and then he goes up on the dias and shows anakin how to position himself and stand (this is also an excuse for a lot of unnecessary touching + anakin’s praise kink)

BUT ANYWAY

eventually obi-wan’s class ends so anakin is no longer called to model, but they’re already sleeping together so might as well KEEP sleeping with each other.

but this is the first few sexual experiences anakin’s ever had, and without really actually knowing it, obi-wan’s sort of made anakin conflate modeling for art with sex. 

so anakin is like freaking out because he needs the money these modeling sessions bring in, but he doesn’t want to sleep with anyone but obi-wan. meanwhile obi-wan is like. completely fine with everything that’s going on because anakin’s freak out is very silent.

but then during a session where anakin is modeling for obi-wan privately (prelude for sex), obi-wan gets up onto the dias to correct his posture---much more intimately than before, mind you---and anakin’s guilt at modeling for other people--which is basically sex, right??--overwhelms him and he bursts out, “i need you to know i’m modeling for other people!!!” while obi-wan’s hands are on his hips to position him correctly

and at first obi-wan is like yes? of course anakin is? because he’s a model? and that’s his job? but then if that’s all he meant, then why tell Obi-Wan something so obvious? Is modeling for other people code for having sex with other people?

which--you know, would be totally fine. if it is. it really would be. absolutely fine. only. obi-wan hasn’t been. and he thought that anakin....well.

Alright.

He pulls his hands back from anakin’s hips and steps down from the platform.

#asks #obikin #kit's silly lil aus #obi-wan is like 'that's fine' because it has to be #anakin is like 'it's fine that I'M A WHORE??' #and obi-wan is like 'please do not use that language to talk about yourself as i am quite in love with you.' #etc etc

[magicalforcesau]

Fragments of the Garden - Origins - part 2

A companion collection to Dancing With Ghosts in Your Garden

(ao3 link)

Hogwarts was better than Satine could imagine. They’d been in school for just about a week now and she loved nearly everything about it. It was a Friday and she’d just wrapped up her charms lessons and was heading outside to meet with Cody who was coming up from the dungeons. He’d been promising to teach her how to play wizard chess and she’d promised to read over his essay for history if he’d meet up with her today. It had nothing to do with Satine avoiding the Ravenclaw common room and one Obi-Wan Kenobi at all, she was simply interested in learning more things. That was all.

“Potions is a drag!” Cody complained as soon as he caught up with her. The sun beamed down on them as they headed out the castle doors.

“It’s not all that difficult,” She considered, leading them to the edge of the lake.

“That’s because you spend all your time studying in the library,” Cody complained, “If all I did was study, I’m sure I-” He paused suddenly, squinting at something across the grounds, “Is that Kenobi?”

“Kenobi hasn’t left the common room for anything, but class all week,” Satine complained, “It can’t be him,” but as she turned to look, she realized it could be no one else.

He was still dressed head to toe in his perfectly pressed uniform, despite even Satine leaving her cloak in her room on such a hot day. As usual he looked almost out of place with all the other students milling around.

“He’s got a broom,” Cody said in awe, “That’s the newest Starsweeper model,” Satine squinted at the broom, but couldn’t see anything special about it.

“But aren’t first years not allowed brooms?” Satine’s eyes narrowed into a frustrated glare and Cody nodded.

“All the more reason to follow him and see what he’s up too,” Cody gave her a wide grin, “Maybe it’ll be enough to kick him out,” Satine nodded. She wasn’t sure being around Kenobi was their best use of a Friday, but she followed Cody regardless.

Obi-Wan led them to the Quidditch pitch and Cody and Satine snuck under the Hufflepuff section in order to eavesdrop.

“I must thank you again for allowing me to try out,” The way he spoke grated on her ears, it was that effortless sophistication that she remembered from his parents.

“How could I say no after Professor Dooku approved,” The girl he spoke to, Satine guessed, was the Quidditch captain. She was dressed in robes that she hadn’t seen before, but they were still the Ravenclaw colors.

“Ah, yes,” Obi-Wan trailed off, and Satine and Cody shared a glance.

“Well let’s get on with this, tryouts for 2nd-7th years will be next week, this doesn’t ensure that you get the position, but we can’t have you trying out in front of a crowd. It’s not fair to the other first years,” She ran a hand through her hair and Satine noticed with a bit of anger that he didn’t even have the decency to look sheepish.

“I understand,” He answered instead and they moved to begin try outs. Once they were in the air and out of earshot Cody grabbed Satine’s shoulder.

“He bribed his way into the team,” Cody looked angry now, “The captain’s right it’s not fair,” He stood up and Satine followed him out from under the tarp, “I’m going to Professor Windu with this. No, maybe I’ll go to Professor Dooku himself,” Cody had started walking towards the entrance.

“Cody!” Satine rushed to keep up with him, “Are you sure it’ll do any good?”

“I don’t know, but I need to find out,” Cody stopped just before the doors, “I’ll have to raincheck on our chess lesson,” Satine rolled her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter,” She started walking through the doors and he followed, “I can accompany you to Professor Dooku’s.”

“Actually, I think it might be better if I go alone,” He hesitated, “Everyone knows you hate Kenobi,” Satine paused.

“But if Professor Dooku-” She started.

“What seems to be the trouble here?” Coming down the stairs was Professor Qui-Gon Jinn. He raised an eyebrow at the first years, “I’m no Professor Dooku, but perhaps I could be of assistance?”

“It’s about Kenobi,” Satine spoke up before Cody could stop her, “He’s only a first year, but he’s being allowed to try out for the Quidditch team,” She looked to Cody so he could put in his own thoughts.

“This isn’t fair to the other first years, both Ravenclaw and the other houses,” He added. Qui-Gon stroked his beard a moment before answering.

“I didn’t think news would get out this fast,” He sighed, “Mr. Kenobi being allowed to try out was approved by the heads of houses, as well as Professor Yoda,” Cody’s eyes widened in surprise.

“He must have bribed you all big time,” He hissed, “Better have been worth the money,” Qui-Gon hummed quietly in thought before replying.

“Mr. Kenobi’s case is… well, I’m afraid I will not be discussing it with you,” He continued, “First years are technically allowed to ask to try out, they’re just usually denied, if you Miss. Kryze, wish to try out I would allow it,” Satine wrinkled her nose, and Qui-Gon chuckled, “As it stand though, there are no openings on Gryffindor, Slytherin, or Hufflepuff’s teams, so I’m afraid the other houses are out of luck.”

“Should I even mention the fact that Kenobi has an illegal broom?” Cody asked stiffly, and Qui-Gon only smiled.

“It’s temporary unless he makes the team, I’ll be keeping it in my office no need to worry,” He nodded to them and started to walk again, “I appreciate the drive for fairness so I can offer you 10 points to Gryffindor and 10 to Ravenclaw. Enjoy your weekend, Mr. Fett, Miss. Kryze,” And then he rounded the corner and was gone.

“Professor Jinn’s a bit nutty,” Cody finally said, not sure how he felt about the situation.

“He’s technically right though,” Satine said slowly, “The heads of house can approve or deny requests, I suppose asking the other houses was just a nice courtesy,” She stewed over all the rules she could think of and couldn’t come up with any others they were breaking.

“Still it does beg the question. Why was he approved?” Cody asked, but Satine didn’t have an answer.

***                                            

All anyone was talking about today was the results of the Quidditch tryouts and one, Obi-Wan Kenobi, being chosen as their 2nd Keeper. As all things Kenobi related, it was getting on Satine’s nerves and she’d caught up with Cody between classes to complain, but for some reason he hadn’t been as invested as she’d thought.

“Cody? Don’t tell me you’re not still cross about this,” Satine tried to provoke him into joining her rant fest, but he just hesitated.

“I’m still a little upset about it sure,” Is all he gave her and she threw up her hands in frustration.

“You’ve gone from storming the professors to calm acceptance, what did I miss,” And at that Cody just looked away.

“I mean you said it yourself, technically if it was approved it’s allowed, so no rules were broken…” Cody made an attempt.

“Cody Fett? Caring more about the rules than justice?” Satine prodded again.

“Look I just, maybe he’s not so bad,” Cody suggested and it hung in the air between them, “I’ll admit, the Quidditch thing hurts, I’ve wanted on that team since I was born and for a first year to get on it? Well it doesn’t sit right,” He admitted and Satine raised an eyebrow.

“But?” She pushed.

“But, have you noticed how he hasn’t been going to lunch?” Cody asked and Satine furrowed her brow, but nodded.

“He skips breakfast and dinner too sometimes, but I suppose he is gone from lunch more often than not,” She allowed and he nodded a few times.

“Well so did I, so one day I skipped class to follow him,” That got her attention.

“And?”

“And well,” Cody hesitated, “I think you should go and see for yourself,” He handed her a slip of parchment with a classroom number on it, “Just trust me,” Satine looked down at the number and then stuffed it in the pocket of her robe.

***                                            

Hogwarts was not what Obi-Wan had been expecting at all. The classes were great and learning new spells was really the only reason he was still here at all. Ok well perhaps not, he couldn’t have left, it would have dragged the Kenobi name even farther through the mud. His parents had not been happy about his joining Ravenclaw house as expected, and had promptly forced him into trying out for Quidditch, something he had been told would be in his plans for next year, but they were clear in their letter,

“You will make the Quidditch team early so you can lessen our disappointment of your actions.”

Yes, they’d been quite clear indeed. Obi-Wan was trying very hard to forget the fact that he was not interested in the sport in the slightest, his father had been a chaser so Obi-Wan had been selected to be a Keeper, he had written to them this morning when the results came out, but hadn’t heard from them since.

It wasn’t just his parents or Quidditch that had him down, but the overall feeling he got from the rest of the students. Their first day of classes he’d raised his hand and answered questions, but he had started to be stared at by both Hufflepuff and his own house of Ravenclaw. The second day he’d experimented a bit and on the third day he kept his head down and tried to not draw any further notice to himself. He spent a lot of time in the common room, but the few students he’d tried to interact with hadn’t quite given him the time of day. They’d been polite, sure, but Obi-Wan was good at knowing when he wasn’t wanted. Meal times were much the same, so he’d taken to finding a secluded classroom during the lunch period and just, wait for classes to start again.

Today he was debating if it was worth it to even attempt the dining hall at dinner, surely the other students would be rather cross that he’d made it on the Quidditch team. He really just wanted to avoid the stares.

“Kenobi! There you are my friend!” His regularly scheduled brooding was interrupted and Obi-Wan turned to glare at the newcomer.

“Hondo,” He greeted, “Still trying to make a profit off of me?”

“Well sure!” Hondo sat down at the desk in front of him and slapped a plate of food between them, “I have an even better proposal this time see? I charge students fees for their papers to be edited and you edit them for me!”

“What would I even get out of that,” Obi-Wan sighed, grabbing the extra roll off of the other student’s plate.

“Oh, so you are interested,” Hondo leaned forward, much too close and Obi-Wan reflectively leaned back.

“I’m not, but if you’re going to negotiate you may as well do it right,” He complained, and Hondo sat back with a laugh.

“Fine, fine! If you do it, I’ll provide you my own company! Pretty good deal, right?” Hondo grinned and Obi-Wan just raised an eyebrow, “Ok, ok fine! I could share the profits with you, you could have say, 10%?”

“Hondo you’re possibly the worst negotiator I’ve ever seen,” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, but smiled and Hondo gave a dramatic groan and grabbed up his bag from the floor.

“One day Kenobi, you’ll have need of my services!” Hondo warned him with a pointed finger.

“Not likely,” He mumbled as Hondo made his way out the door.

He decided to not call after him about his forgotten plate of food, instead eating the other roll off the plate.

“Um, excuse me?” A voice called from the doorway and he looked up to see a Gryffindor first year standing in the doorway holding her wand and a textbook.

“Hello,” He greeted, “Is there something you needed?”

“I have a friend in Hufflepuff who said you’re really good at transfiguration,” The Gryffindor explained, “I’ve been having trouble in class and I was wondering if maybe you’d show me how?” That cleared up the confusion. He knew a few Hufflepuff first years that would stop by to ask him questions from time to time, they never approached him outside of lunch hour, but he didn’t really mind helping them out even still.

“Oh, of course, come in,” Obi-Wan moved Hondo’s plate out of the way and waved her over, “What are you having trouble with?”

***                                            

Satine was starting to think this was a waste of time as she’d been hiding in the storage cupboard watching Obi-Wan sit quietly by himself in an empty room. She’d started to think Cody had gone mad when that Slytherin boy Hondo had come slinking into the room. When the Gryffindor student had entered the room though, she started to see maybe what Cody had been talking about.

The two had been practicing transfiguration for around 15 minutes now and Obi-Wan had seemed to slip into the role of teacher very quickly. He’d shown a few examples and then helped gently as the Gryffindor made her own attempts. After they tried the very basic task of turning a candle into a newt and back, they started having a little conversation and Satine leaned close to the door to listen.

“Are you sure you’re just learning this now?” The student asked a little accusatory, “No one else in my house can do that quite as well,” Obi-Wan gave a hesitant smile before responding.

“Transfiguration is about focus, if you can hone your focus on something and really picture it in your head,” He paused and readied his wand pointing at the plate of food, just as he was about to say the spell Satine accidentally knocked her foot into a broom which knocked a metal cauldron off a shelf. The clang rang out from around them. Obi-Wan jumped at the unexpected clatter, wand misfiring and exploding chocolate pudding all over himself.

Satine tried not to giggle at the absolutely dumbstruck look on his face, his perfect hair was no longer perfect, sticking up at odd angles and a little fried, and the parts of his face that were not covered in pudding were bright red in embarrassment.

“Well I suppose,” He spoke after a long moment, “If you lose focus, it will explode,” The Gryffindor girl, who had barely managed to avoid the blast, giggled.

“Thanks for the tip,” Suddenly the sound of students started to reach them and the Gryffindor girl gathered up her book and wand quickly. She said another quick thank you before running out of the room to her next class. Obi-Wan took another moment to be covered in chocolate pudding, before he flourished his wand and with a quick charm, he was pudding free and back to perfect. Well, aside from a still red face.

Satine waited a few more minutes as he left the room before she followed quietly after him to their next class. She wasn’t sure what to make of him, but she realized she wasn’t thinking of him as just “Kenobi” anymore.

***                                            

It was breakfast and Obi-Wan was hungry. He had skipped dinner the night before in order to avoid the comments about his new status as Keeper, but he knew he’d have to brave the dining hall today.

He’d gotten up extra early and had gone down right at the start of breakfast. He found that this was the most ideal time to go, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff house always slept as late as possible and there weren’t even many Ravenclaws willing to get up that early. His Slytherin “friend” Hondo always got there with 5 minutes to spare before classes started so he could avoid him too.

He sat down at his usual spot, in the very, very far corner of the table and grabbed a serving of eggs and toast. He started planning his day out in his head, zoning out to anything else going on around him as he pushed the eggs around his plate.

He, however, wasn’t as out of it as he thought, because he was very suddenly aware of someone sitting down right next to him. Warily, he glanced over and saw wavy light blonde hair and he was now stuck trying to figure out what Satine Kryze, who had spent much of their first few weeks glaring at him, was doing sitting next to him.

“If you’re going to bother to show up at breakfast, perhaps you should eat your food,” The words were similar to the first she’d spoken to him, but there wasn’t as much bite behind them. Cautiously, he looked over at her again, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was pouring syrup on some French toast and he looked back at his eggs.

“Perhaps,” He said carefully. Taking a bite of egg. He knew she was a kind person, so he figured that would be all, maybe she’d just been concerned.

“What are your opinions about the Goblin Uprisings of the 1600s?” The question caught him completely off guard, he sat up straight and looked over at her for real. Perhaps that wouldn’t be the end of their conversation then.

“The, Goblin Uprisings of the 1600s?” He repeated slowly.

“It’s our next unit of study, I was reading ahead and I assumed you did too, gaging that you’re halfway through the textbook,” She added, still not looking at him. He slowly turned back to his eggs.

“Well, Urg the Unclean was a strong leader,” Obi-Wan started cautiously.

***                                            

By the time they showed up to herbology they were having a full blown argument, Satine wasn’t even fully sure what the argument was about, but just as she was sure to have thrown the final barb class had started and they’d been tasked to trimming the leaves off of some feisty plants, which needed a fair bit of concentration so she didn’t bother restarting their conversation. She watched her hands carefully as she maneuvered the shears, but found her mind wandering to Obi-Wan. She’d ended up right next to him, bypassing her usual spot for the opportunity to debate.

Arguing with him had been fun as well as educational. He hadn't been snotty about his points, as she would have expected days prior, just direct and calculated. It was clear he knew the subjects well enough for a fierce debate. In fact she had been rather disappointed that they couldn't continue on during class, but concentration was pretty important when dealing with magic she'd come to learn. When he argued with her he didn't look as dull and stuffy, his eyes had held a gleam that she hadn't seen on him before.

She thought back to his parents in the alley, they’d immediately been cruel people. They had icy dispositions and Satine had definitely seen their influence on Obi-Wan. He was normally blank faced and his presence often felt cold. Now that she was looking for it though, she could almost see the cracks in his mask. He was focusing and his eyes were clear, like the dark blue of the ocean, but not like his fathers which had seemed like a bottomless pit in the sea floor. He was fighting to not stick his tongue out, which she wouldn’t have noticed if she wasn’t shoulder to shoulder with him.

She hated to think Cody might be right, because that meant she would be wrong and she hadn’t been the nicest to him since they met.

“Miss. Kryze!” The professor called her name and she blinked back to reality noticing quickly the vine wrapping tightly around her arm.

One quick trip to the hospital wing for a check-up (apparently those plants can crush bones, she was lucky they were babies) and she found herself waiting for Cody between classes.

“Satine?” Cody broke away from a pack of Gryffindors.

“You were right,” She admitted, and Cody looked surprised.

“That’s a compliment coming from you,” He joked and she shook her head in exasperation.

“The real reason I wanted to talk to you though, is what should we do?” She asked him and he just stared at her so she continued, “We’ve been really judgmental to him, about who his parents are, he’s always alone, I just feel kind of bad,” Cody shrugged.

“I guess we just, stop being judge-y?” Cody recommended, “It’s a simple strategy, but it’ll probably be effective,” He was pulled away by his classmate then, but sent a last wave in her direction.

Cody was probably right, that’s what they should do, but Satine considered that’s not all they could do.

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[new-anon]

[Post-OK!] Did you use Maori patterns for your codywan florist/tattoo artist piece? Also, have I mentioned how I'm in love with your art? No? Well, I am. 🥰

Thank you so much! Yes, they are “Maori patterns” (Ta moko- strictly reserved for Maori people /Kirituhi- designs inspired by, but made by/for non-Maori)! Though, I’m certainly no authority to judge how authentic it looks. Literally the biggest reason Cody is in the ‘tattoo artist’ role, instead of Obi-Wan, besides clones, conveniently, already have an established tattoo culture 🤗

Anonymous asked:

THANK YOU for giving us tattoo artist/flower shop owner au !!!! ❤❤ I'm going crazy about it and I am not even huge codywan shipper but I hope u will draw more art for that au💜💜💜

Anonymous asked:

omg I absolutely can't get over your florist-tattoo artist AU, it's so wonderful!! you did an excellent job, and i'm so excited to see anything else you create in that universe!! (post-ok)

Wow wow! Thank you, both! I’m really sorry other non-shippers, I didn’t expect to fall so far down codywan purgatory..... And thank you, again, to everyone for the positive feedback for this AU, I’ll see if there’s more content up my sleeve :0

Anonymous asked:

With how good your art is, you shouldn’t have had problems about uploading them to your main account! 💕

Thank you, fellow anon! But you underestimate my cowardice 😔

Anonymous asked:

God I just...your art is so fucking gorgeous. It's literally god tier and your skill and talent not only leaves me speechless but seeing your art just makes my day. Also all your ideas are so good and your general vibes are Superb. Anyway sorry for the waffle but thank you so, so much for sharing both your art and your ideas with us!

Oh gosh, thank you 😳😳! I would hardly put myself in the ‘god tier’ category, but I’m flattered by your words! I’m repeatedly humbled by the general fandom’s hospitality, so I guess I’ll continue to throw out my thoughts into the void if anyone is still open to them��

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[writer1]

Fear of the unknown

Chapter 10

You leave Rex with Cody and head outside of the palace to talk to Anakin, you want to know what's going on. You hope that the council's Intel is wrong, and Grievous isn't here.

You get out there and find Obi Wan and Anakin talking together, only a few of the 501st and 212th soldiers are standing around. The rest must be on patrol and protecting the queen.

"Miss y/n, it's good to see you again. I heard that Rex had a full moon." You can hear the worry in Obi Wan's voice when he talks about the full moon.

"Yeah, he was in a lot of pain last night, and he's still transformed and in pain today. Cody's with him right now." Obi Wan nods, happy to hear that Cody finally knows. He hated lying to his Commander, he's upset that Rex already got caught in a full moon, but he can't avoid them forever.

"Well, tell him I hope that he feels better."

"I will, did you learn anything else from the journal." Obi Wan strokes his beard in thought.

"Yes actually, I found out a few more things about Rex's... Condition. I found out that it's good for Rex to transform into a werewolf regularly, but the journal didn't exactly have an explanation for it. Supposedly Jak would get sick if he went to.long without transforming." You nod, taking a mental note to have Rex transform regularly. You know that you might have to stop him from holding his transformation back.

"I also found out that werewolves tend to also transform when they're comfortable or with someone they're comfortable with. It's like an instinct, and they get very, very protective of anyone they deem as their mate. Which means you y/n." You try to take this new information in, you can't believe that Rex might seem you his mate. That's... Interesting to say the least.

"Is that all? Have you finished the journal yet?" Obi Wan nods his head.

"Yes, I'm afraid that there wasn't as much information as I'd hoped in it, most of it was about what happened before the the mission and a few things during and after. I'm hoping that if I search the archives I might find another journal." You sigh, you'd hoped that you would find out more about werewolves to help Rex.

"Thanks Obi Wan, you've been a lot of help during all this." Obi Wan smile's.

"Of course my dear, Rex is a friend." Anakin suddenly jumps in, interrupting the two of you.

"Umm, I'm sorry to interrupt. But you might be forgetting that Grievous is here, if he finds out about Rex, he'll come and try to take him to the Separatists." You feel a spark of fear in your chest, you can't imagine what kind of horrible science experiment's the Separatists would do on Rex.

"You're right Anakin, Cody and y/n can stay with Rex in the palace while we hunt down Grievous."

"Are you sure about this? Shouldn't we have more clones for protection?" Obi Wan shakes his head.

"No, Grievous will have more of a reason to come here if he thinks we are protecting something. It's a better idea to bring as little attention to yourselves as you can." You nod, Obi Wan's right, Rex will be safer with just you and Cody, while everyone else hunts down Grievous.

"Y/n, you head back to Rex and Cody." You nod to Anakin, walking back into the palace. You hope that Grievous doesn't come here, because you swear to the force that you will fight him if he tries to even lay a finger on Rex.

You arrive back at the room and open the door to the most adorable sight, Cody is sitting on the edge of the bed while Rex has his head in his lap as Cody softly pets the top of his head.

Rex is still tense in pain but not as much as before, thankfully. It looks hilarious with how big Rex is, he's taking up a big chunk of the bed. He's curled up with his tail wrapped around his legs, it's so adorable

You walk over and pet Rex's arm, and he sighs. You rub your fingers through his soft, blond fur. Cody looks up at you.

"So what's happening, does General Kenobi need me." You shake your head, telling Cody the plan. He is not happy.

"He's leaving us alone here, with no protection. What if Grievous comes for Rex, we can't stop him alone."

"You're right Cody, we can't stop him alone, but Obi Wan's right. If we don't draw attention to the palace, than he has no reason to come here." Cody sighs and nods in agreement, not having backup is still making him nervous though. If the Separatists ever got a hold of Rex, who knows what they would do to his vod'ika.

"I should be out there helping." You look at Rex as he sits up, groaning in pain. He stands up and tries to leave but Cody grabs him, not believing how tall his vod'ika actually is.

"Don't you dare try to leave this room, Rex'ika. You are in no condition to be on the frontline's, understand!" Rex grumbles under his breath, clearly not at all pleased to be stopped. You can tell that he's fighting off the pain so that he can stand.

"The 501st needs me, I can help." You're done with it now so you walk over and stand on the tips of your toes. Grabbing Rex's head and pulling him into a crouch so that you two are face to face.

"No you can't, Rex. For one you are pain, I can see how tense you're from it. For two you can't transform to human right now, if Grievous sees you like this, he will take you to the Separatists and experiment on you and I swear to the force that I will not let that happen." You've got a few tears in your eyes now, you're do angry at Rex for trying to leave. And you're so scared of what the Separatists could do to him.

"Please don't cry cyare, you know that I hate to see you cry. I'm sorry." Rex hates it when you cry, especially when it's him who's the cause. Cody's just standing back, watching the altercation.

"Just promise me that you won't try to leave, ok." Rex nods, and pushes his forehead against yours. He really wants to be out there helping his brothers, but he'll listen to you. You're right anyway, he's in no condition to help. At all.

Rex lays back in bed, and you wipe the tears out of your eyes. You have no idea what to do, you look over at Cody. He's standing beside the bed and petting Rex's head again.

You walk over and sit in a chair beside it, you hope that the 501st and 212th are successful in getting Grievous.

"So, we just wait here for them to get back." You and Cody both nod at Rex, you're so thankful that he's not trying to go out and help anymore. It's sweet that he wants to help his brothers even when he's in pain, but you will not let him get captured by Grievous for doing something stupid.

You walk over to the bed and sit on the edge of it, grabbing Rex's hand. He sits up and pulls you into a hug, and you reached up and kiss the top of his snout. Cody's still petting his arm and you just sit on the bed with him, letting him cuddle into you.

You can't believe that he's so cuddly, he's never this cuddly. You're just sitting there when your comm goes off, and so does Cody and Rex's. You feel a spark of fear, why would all your comms be going off. Something's wrong.

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