i think the prequels era(ish) little Moments that i think about the most are:
1) in tcw when ahsoka is leading a starfleet for the first time and when all her higher-ups keep trying to call her back in this little fifteen-year-old just goes “cool your jets, admiral!”
2) also in tcw when The Boys land on nal hutta and obi-wan’s classy charming little self tells this giant booming-voiced space slug “pardon us, madam.” okay polite king
3) in aotc when obi-wan tells padakin to listen to instructions and follow his lead and anakin goes “why?” and obi-wan double takes at the fucking audacity of this bitch like “WHAT?!?!?!”
4) and in rebels when kanan catches ezra with the sith holocron and is like “only a dark sider can open this!” and ezra goes “i opened it!” like that’s somehow supposed to make him feel better about it. honey. please.
these go bee-bopping around in my head on a loop just like them rotisserie chickens
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, Master & Padawan Relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst With A Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Childhood Trauma, Separation Anxiety, Obi-Wan Kenobi Raises Anakin Skywalker, He’s Trying Anyway, He Has To Fuck Up First Because Who Wouldn’t?, Crying, Canon Atypical Communication, Obi-Wan Kenobi Misses Qui-Gon Jinn, Loneliness, No Star Wars Swear Words, In This House We Say “Fuck”
The first time a member of the Jedi Council referred to him as Master Kenobi, a pleased thrill had gone through Obi-Wan’s body, gratified after twelve long years of hard work and uncertainty. The circumstances are hardly what Obi-Wan would have chosen, but there’s no question that Knighthood is a welcome position to have gained.
Truthfully, Obi-Wan has spent the better part of his life feeling useless and small, so to be looked on with some measure of respect feels pretty damn good.
Obi-Wan’s new apprentice, he quickly learns, has a knack for turning things on their head, for breaking them down until they’re nothing but incongruous parts, and this is no exception. Because it’s barely two weeks before the words Master Kenobi have lost all meaning and Obi-Wan begins fantasizing about changing his name.
It’s just—it’s all he ever hears. Night and day, rain or shine, training or at rest, Anakin’s high-pitched little voice chatters about Master Kenobi this and Master Kenobi that and Did you see that speeder, Master Kenobi? How fast do you reckon it was going?
Additional Tags: Post-Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, Water, Cultural Differences, Culture Shock, The Inherent Trauma Of Growing Up On Tatooine, Fluff, Short & Sweet, (Both This Story and Anakin), Obi-Wan & Anakin Friendship, Anakin Is Like Obi-Wan’s Little Brother
(Pre- or mid-Clone Wars?) | Anakin/Obi-Wan | Mature/Explicit | 444
(@impalafortrenchcoats requested the word “moist”)
"Patience, my young padawan," Obi-Wan murmurs into Anakin's sweat-slicked back. His calloused fingers twist and Anakin cries out.
"Master, I'm ready," Anakin gasps. "I'm more than ready."
Obi-Wan chuckles, his beard making Anakin itch in more great and terrible ways as he mouths Anakin's shoulder. He keeps his fingers moving, in and out, waits until he's certain. "Now, you are ready." He pulls his fingers free.
When nothing happens immediately, Anakin lifts his head. "Master," he whines, but his face is forced down into the pillow as Obi-Wan enters him.
Obi-Wan approaches this with the same prowess applied to everything else, his hips moving in a smooth rhythm. "Feel it," he says. "Feel the way the Force moves through us, where our bodies meet." He presses in deep, as deep as he can go, and holds himself still. "You should be able to feel everything, just as I can feel you."
Anakin turns his head. "Please," he says. "Please, master-- Obi-Wan." He shifts, but Obi-Wan doesn't let up, doesn't place his hand on Anakin's cock like Anakin so desperately wishes.
"Concentrate, Anakin," Obi-Wan tells him, but the harshness of his breath tells Anakin how much restraint his master must have, too. He rolls his hips, just once, and a jolt shoots through Anakin like lightning, sharp and bright and beautiful.
Anakin sucks in a breath, his eyes welling with tears, his body shaking with need.
"It is within you," Obi-Wan is continuing. "Within all of us."
"Right now, master," Anakin returns, "you are within me and that's all I can think about. Do it." He lifts himself up to push back against Obi-Wan. "I can feel your desire. Release me," he begs. "Release us both."
Obi-Wan gasps, "Oh, Anakin." He rests his forehead against the back of Anakin's neck, but his body is no longer listening to him, is instead rutting into his padawan like a selfish animal, slave to his instincts.
"Take me," Anakin demands. "Take me like you own me."
"That is not the way of the--
"Take me, master. I need you. Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan, please. My master, my--" He chokes on his next word as Obi-Wan's weight pushes him down, nearly suffocates him.
He can feel it, he thinks: the Force moving in them and around them and through them. He feels connected to the Force, connected to the universe, connected to his master, and, as one with all, they both gasp, tripping over the edge and into the abyss of release and light and--
And the darkness of desire glimmers and fades, if only for the moment.
Directly post-Return of the Jedi | Anakin/Obi-Wan | 176
Luke knows the other man--the one he's never seen before, not like this, not nearly so young--is his father. There's something in the way Obi-Wan looks at the other spirit though, something that tells Luke that his father has been forgiven.
He had seen Darth Vader strike down his master, had heard Obi-Wan describe the way Anakin had ceased to exist when Vader had taken over.
There's none of that sorrow now.
Leia distracts him and Luke turns to his sister, to Han and Chewie and C-3PO and R2-D2, but he glances back after a moment, thinks to tell them goodbye.
His father and Obi-Wan have turned away, but Yoda bows his head in Luke's direction before he fades from sight.
Spirit form though they may be, Anakin Skywalker walks hand in hand with his old master Obi-Wan Kenobi before the darkness swallows up their visages.
Luke blinks, but slowly, the confusion in his expression is replaced by a growing smile.
"I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you"
