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[bilbobignaturals]

“You love him, too, don't you?” When he didn't answer, she turned around. He stood motionless, frowning, in the middle of the expanse of the buff carpeting. “You do. You do love him.” He lowered his head.

Padmé & Obi Wan talk. ROTS Novelisation by Matthew Stover

[dreaminghour]

doMAYstic 6

Prompt: a cozy corner. Fandom: Star Wars. Characters: Obi-Wan/Anakin. Words: 707. Rating: T. SFW. A/N: More from the coffee shop AU I've been writing! This is presumably further along in their relationship as well... Imagining future moments has been really fun.

As he rounded the corner, Obi-Wan abruptly slowed to a stroll. The overhead lights, however, gave him away, clicking on as soon as he'd even come close to the shelves, and the only other person in that row of books jerked his head up.

"Hello," Obi-Wan said, his voice no more than a murmur.

Anakin uncurled himself from where he'd tucked his legs up and his jacket fell from the windowsill.

"Hey," Anakin replied, creaking low.

Out beyond the foggy glass was a parking lot, but the cars were no more distinct than dark smudges.

"This is a cozy corner you've found. I didn't realize you'd still be on campus," Obi-Wan said, finally in range of Anakin's fingers, which tugged on the fabric of his shirt until he was standing between his legs.

"I could ask you what you're doing in this part of the library," Anakin countered, straightening until his lips were inches away from Obi-Wan. "Nothing down here except medieval history."

"Anakin," Obi-Wan sounded scandalized as Anakin tried to draw closer. "We really shouldn't—" He made a choked noise as Anakin gently pressed the tips of his prosthetic fingers into the muscles above Obi-Wans hip.

"Nobody is gonna find us down here," Anakin whispered. "That's why I'm here."

Obi-Wan sighed. "Well, I didn't come here to be accosted."

"Well why did you come down here?" Anakin didn't leave room for Obi-Wan to answer, however, kissing him and wrapping him in his arms.

For a few minutes it was quiet, the warmth of their bodies temporarily driving all thoughts of where they were from Obi-Wan's mind.

From the staircase came the tread of feet on carpet, and Obi-Wan quickly extricated himself from the octopus that was his boyfriend or tried anyway. But then the tell-tale click of the lights happened a few rows away and came no closer. There came a beleaguered sigh and the shuffle of old cloth-bound books coming off the shelves in fits and starts as the person began looking.

Anakin met Obi-Wan's gaze with a cheeky grin.

'No,' Obi-Wan mouthed, brushing Anakin's hands off of him, even as Anakin tried hooking one foot around his thigh. "Stop!" he hissed, barely above a breath. He cleared his throat, hoping he was appearing stern, but the mischievous look on Anakin's face didn't budge.

Uncrumpling the slip of paper he'd written call numbers onto at the research desk he stepped further away and began looking for a book. Anakin hopped off his perch and sidled up close, pressing his lips to Obi-Wan's ear in order to whisper: "What are you looking for?"

Obi-Wan didn't answer, pulling the catalog of Ottoman art off the shelf and flipping to the index.

"I was working," Obi-Wan mumbled.

"Oh yeah?" Anakin's voice rumbled against Obi-Wan's neck.

Keeping a finger between the pages, Obi-Wan scooted back and held up the book to prevent Anakin from kissing him again.

"Why are you here, Anakin?"

"I'm waiting for Ahsoka. I felt like some peace and quiet." He shrugged, somehow withdrawing into himself for a moment, allowing Obi-Wan to flip into the pages of color plates and find the object he was looking for.

"And you? When did you get into medieval art, Obi?"

Instead of answering, Obi-Wan flipped open the pages and displayed the jeweled beetle which rested on a silver gilt leaf.

"I was missing you, actually," Obi-Wan said softly, not trying to hide the fondness in his voice. "It doesn't work," Obi-Wan said, running his fingers across the beetles wings, "but there's an account from an ambassador that says it could fly." Obi-Wan shrugged. "Idle thoughts."

"Sure." Anakin was staring at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan kept a finger between the pages and closed the book again, advancing on Anakin with a smirk.

"If you are thinking of calling me something so simple as romantic, I will have to disabuse you of that notion."

"Heaven forbid." Anakin said, a jolt going through him as he was backed into his corner once more.

"Yes, I missed you," Obi-Wan whispered. "Don't let it go to your head."

"Too late," Anakin said, hooking Obi-Wan with his ankle at the same time that Obi-Wan brought the book up to hide their faces from the view of passerby.

[alright-anakin]

MayWhump Day 15 Alt 2: Apologies

Day Fifteen: Alt 2: Apologies

“How are you feeling, Padawan?” Obi-Wan asked, gently smoothing his thumb back and forth over Anakin’s hand. Anakin grimaced.

“Numb. My stomach feels funny.” Obi-Wan smiled softly.

“The healers have you on a high dose of pain medication right now. You likely won’t feel much of anything for the time being. As for your stomach, you were impaled, remember?” Anakin frowned. He did remember. He remembered pushing Ahsoka away just in time so she wouldn’t get hurt, then getting a sharp piece of debris from a blown tank lodged in his abdomen.

“Ahsoka?” he asked.

“She’s alright. Sleeping now, actually.” Obi-Wan nodded towards the corner of the room. Ahsoka was curled up on the chair there.

“Oh.”

At that moment, Healer Bant entered. She looked over Anakin’s vitals, and asked how the pain was. Seeming satisfied with his response, she told him to call her if he needed anything and left. Anakin turned his gaze back to Obi-Wan. He wondered if Padme had been told what happened. An unfortunate result of keeping their marriage a secret was that she was not always informed when he was injured. Far too many times, he would have to explain after the fact, when he found himself at her door when he was left to recover from whatever injury he’d received in battle. And she’d always be worried. It was times like these where he always thought that there had to be a better way. She deserved better than word getting to her through the grapevine, or from himself, days or even weeks after the fact, depending on how long he had to spend in medical.

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[bilbobignaturals]

"Anakin turned, and found within Obi-Wan’s eyes a depth of feeling he had only rarely glimpsed in all their years together; and the pure uncomplicated love that rose up within him then felt like a promise from the Force itself." - Star Wars Ep III Novelisation, Matthew Stover

[dreaminghour]

doMAYstic 1

Prompt: memo on a sticky note. Fandom: Star Wars. Characters: Obi-Wan & Anakin. Words: 323. Rating: G. SFW.

Obi-Wan peeled the sticky note from the thermos, trying to decipher the Aurebesh scrawl which indicated something but not in any language he knew. The apartment was quiet but for the ticking clock, empty but for himself and the astromech droid on standby. Dozens of languages rattling around in his head, but this one still eluded him.

He'd seen dozens of notes like this over the past year and sounding the words out usually helped him, but he couldn't figured this out. He unspun the lid, hoping it would help, and unleashed a leafy and bitter smell that immediately threw him back to his first time on Tatooine. It was some kind of hangover cure, but he hadn't been the one drinking.

From outside there was a clatter, like a cat pulling tiles from the roof, or children pelting the door with stones, so he placed the drink down harder than was perhaps right and stepped out onto the narrow terrace that led into the tiny garden. He found Anakin sitting under the little tree they'd planted, cradling his head in his hands. The source of the noise was the metal scraps which had been left from Anakin's last project. Even without reaching out to sense his emotions, the discomfort was radiating from Anakin.

Obi-Wan didn't smile so much as half-grimace before going back inside to fetch the thermos. The note suddenly made sense. In Anakin's drunken scrawl: You'll thank me later. He'd made it for himself last night while still in the joyful part of drinking.

Stepping across the little yard, covered in the rough ground cover which clung for dear life to the earth, Obi-Wan settled himself down beside Anakin and offered the drink to him.

"Oh…" Anakin sighed and drank deeply. When he leaned back, he leaned more against Obi-Wan.

"Thinking better of celebratory methods?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Not on your life." Anakin grinned, his eyes still squinting against the daylight.

[dreaminghour]

Thank you to everyone who has shown interest in the obikin coffee shop AU especially those who are reading along live!! You are amazing and I am so grateful for your support. ✿♬ﾟ+.(｡◡‿◡)♪.+ﾟ♬✿。@tomicaleto @raeality @digitalmagus @quiet--menace

Now I will subject you to MOAR since I accidentally wrote a meet-cute for the @fanfictionlibrary01 prompt today.

The patron stood at the counter patiently, idly flipping his wallet open and shut, reminding Anakin of his mother's nervous habit when she'd been young.

"What about you?" he asked. "Are you a tea person or a coffee person?"

"Depends," Anakin replied, shrugging as he finish pouring. "Coffee is plentiful around here, but sometimes it feels like work to do it at home."

He brought the coffee cup to the counter and placed it in front of the man — probably a grad student.

"I like both," Anakin continued.

The man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his smile somehow holding a secret behind that neat beard.

"Both is good," he replied. He held the coffee cup up in a toast. "Thank you."

"Have a nice day!" Anakin called after him, the smell of hazelnut coffee lingering long after he'd left.

[dreaminghour]

doMAYstic 2

Prompt: unboxing and finding something from the past Fandom: Star Wars. Characters: Obi-Wan. Words: 361. Rating: G. SFW.

The box hadn’t been hidden or lost, per se, but when Ben pulled it out from behind a crate of blankets it all rushed back to him. He’d put Anakin’s lightsaber away after he had cut his friend down, but taken it out often — probably too often. After years of the cruel ritual, he hadn’t seen it for months.

And he hadn’t missed it.

Ben thought back over the last few months, when he’d settled into this new home, and realized that he’d found a measure of peace. Opening the box, holding the cool metal in one hand, feeling the crystal within slumbering — or something like that anyway — he knew that he had not missed the sadness he had been coveting. Holding the last piece of Anakin he still had claim to woke a deep pain in him that had been scabbing over, if such things could ever heal, and he felt the responding murmur from the Force. A question.

Will you walk those paths forever?

He licked his lips, the lightsaber growing warmer, but the eddying power which curled around him, catching at his heart and the crystal, seemed reluctant to respond to him.

What is forgiveness worth to you?

He shuffled quickly to his feet, wincing at the way his knees popped, and went to the flagstone by the window and quickly prised it up. His own lightsaber was carelessly wrapped in a burnt scrap of dark fabric, and he pulled it out quickly to hold them both in each hand.

“He’s dead,” he said aloud, more for himself than the universe which knew his heart already. “There is no one to forgive.”

Yet you carry resentment, and you hold onto the past.

Ben closed his eyes, feeling the way the two kyber hearts responded to one another, half-awake.

“I don’t understand, and I can’t forget, but I forgive him.”

The Force hummed, thoughtful.

And do you forgive yourself?

“I did what I must,” Ben replied, sounding less convinced than he should.

In his hands, the two hilts grew cool again, and instead of separating them, he wrapped them in the same cloth and laid them side by side.

[sek-n]

Ani : It seems my master starts to use the perfume that I gave it to you as a gift.  (≖ ‿ ≖)✧

Obi:Eh...Yes ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄A•⁄ ⁄)⁄