#thishereanakinguy

[thethorabides]

thishereanakinguy = thethorabides

Time for a change!

[swhurtcomfort]

For @thishereanakinguy ~

Anakin wakes up to a world that’s still spinning.

“Anakin,” a soft voice beckons him. He opens his eyes halfway, then shuts them tightly as the fuzzy-brightness hits him like a blow to the back of the head. It doesn’t matter though, he doesn’t have to look to know who that delicate Coruscanti accent belongs to.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan repeats, prodding Anakin’s shoulder.

“Stop…kriffing doing this,” says Anakin in a low growl. Obi-Wan doesn’t retaliate, not even to comment on his padawan’s language.

His hand rests on Anakin’s sweaty forehead. “Do you remember where you are?”

“I died and went to hell.”

Obi-Wan makes a disapproving little sound and Anakin knows he’s trying not to chuckle. “Indulge an old master’s worries, please.”

Anakin heaves a longsuffering sigh. “Resolute. Medbay. I got thrown against the wall by a separatist’s bomb and banged my head, and now I think my master’s trying to kill me with sleep deprivation.”

“Nonsense, I gave you an extra half hour this time.”

“Can you die of sleep deprivation?”

“You are not dying of anything. Go back to sleep, Anakin. I’ll see you in two hours,” Obi-Wan insists.

Anakin groans. Sleep returns so instantly and deeply that two hours pass like a single moment.

He hears Obi-Wan calling and doesn’t give the man a chance to ask his questions.

“My name is Anakin Skywalker. I’m 21 years old. I know I’m on my ship and my master’s trying to kill me, thank you very much.”

“We are filled with cheerfulness, I see. Very well, Anakin. Go back to sleep.” Obi-Wan pats Anakin’s arm with an infuriating tenderness. He doesn’t get to be so soft and caring when Anakin is trying to be pissed at him. Everything is sore and pulsing around him and it hurts to think.

His pain is quickly dampened by the darkness of unconsciousness.

“Skyguy? Hey?”

That wasn’t Obi-Wan’s voice. Anakin opens one eye and the world pitches forward. He coughs, then chokes, then rolls over and heaves up the contents of his stomach, his entire skull throbbing as though it could split open.

“Skyguy!” Ahsoka exclaims. “Master Obi-Wan!”

Anakin continues to cough. A hand guides him to lie back down and someone wipes the vomit from his face with a cool cloth.

“Shhh-shh. Can you open your eyes and try to focus on me?”

Anakin shrinks away from the hands holding him.

“Open your eyes, Anakin.”

“He just wants to make sure you’re okay, Master.”

Obi-Wan uses his thumb to gently open each eye in turn and the throbbing redoubles.

“They’re definitely more dilated than they were. Ahsoka, could you grab a clean cloth?”

Everything is too much. Anakin sees things in slow motion.

“Do you know where you are, Anakin?”

Anakin is aware of the pair moving around him, fussing, sometimes soothing, but he isn’t sure what they’re saying to him. His eyes slide shut again.

“No, Padawan. Stay with me,” Obi-Wan mumbles, jostling Anakin’s shoulder in a frustrating way. Now they won’t let him sleep at all? Anakin moans and Obi-Wan’s face crumples as if the sound were a physical blow.

“I’m sorry that you’re in pain, Anakin. I need you to stay awake.”

Anakin’s only reply is a whimper.

“Master Obi-Wan, is it serious?”

“I can’t tell, Ahsoka. The fact that he’s so confused isn’t a good sign. But we’re just an hour out from Coruscant, he only has to hold out a little longer.”

“Why did he get better, then worse all of a sudden?” Ahsoka asks, her voice unsteady.

“There might be internal bleeding,” Obi-Wan guesses. “Don’t be afraid. Help me keep him distracted.”

Anakin reaches out and grabs a fistful of Obi-Wan’s sleeve. Obi-Wan kneels beside him while Ahsoka perches on the edge of the bunk near Anakin’s feet.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin slurs.

“I’m here, Padawan.”

“We’re almost home, Skyguy.”

Obi-Wan drapes the damp cloth across Anakin’s forehead again, and Anakin makes a tiny satisfied noise. It feels deliciously cool against his feverish skin. He is still disoriented, but the voices he hears are familiar and soothing. They will keep him safe. He keeps a firm grip on Obi-Wan’s sleeve, knowing that his master will stay by his side, as he has always done.

Landing is a painful ordeal, and the journey to the Halls of Healing is even more so. Obi-Wan nags him every time he starts to fall asleep, and as frustrating as that is, it’s reassuring too.

The Healer’s is all shuffling footsteps and unfamiliar hands and tiny lights being shone directly into his eyes, but Obi-Wan and Ahsoka stay, and that makes it a bit easier to bear.

“There are no signs of brain bleeding,” a healer assures Obi-Wan, who sighs in measured relief. “Just swelling. We’ll have to keep him for a few days.”

“Anakin,” Anakin hears his master’s voice and feels his calloused hand caressing his face. “You can rest now. You’re alright. Sleep, Padawan.”

Anakin has never obeyed so willingly in his life.

[llamaal]

Obikin Big Bang 2017 by TiBun

I joined the @obikinbigbang event this year. lol Here's my submission.

So I was paired up with @thishereanakinguy 

(Link to their fanfic will be added when it's posted.)

Post-ROTS AU. Anakin makes the right decision in Palpatine’s office, but ends up suffering the consequences. Effects of the Force Lightning has damaged his health, and Padme has still died, the twins with her. In mourning, Anakin struggles to piece his life back together. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is tasked by the Council to keep an eye on their Chosen One: he made the right choice once, but could they trust him to do it again? Could they trust him not to cause himself harm? Short answer is no. Long answer is Obi-Wan and Anakin dance around each other and their feelings until they can’t anymore.

Hope you like the final results!

[forcearama]

@thishereanakinguy reblogged your post and added:

Sometimes the Order gets requests from high profile senators and other such personalities asking for Jedi to come to their kids’ birthday parties and whatnot.

Anakin and Obi-Wan are asked once. Once.

Obi-Wan ends up flirting with all the moms (and dads) (and other caretakers), and Anakin gets drunk off punch and levitates a few children. In his defense he only drops one.

After that, Aayla takes over most of the party appearances.

Hahahahahaha OK BUT I WOULD BE THE MOM WHO REQUESTED THEM FOR MY KID’S BIRTHDAY PARTY. 

I WOULD TIP WELL. 

[swhurtcomfort]

I’m such a sucker for Anakin and Obi-Wan centric hurt/comfort so I was soooo happy to find this blog! I’d be so so happy to see more sick!Anakin stuff - it’s a very rare animal, lol.

Hello, lovely! Welcome, & thanks for the follow!

I have a few sick!Anakin bits in my folder of ideas, I’ll see if I can’t finish one up tonight and post it! 

-Meg

[forcearama]

The only way I can tell your blog and tumblr aren't just me posting in my sleep is the fact you have kids. Unless I have kids I don't know about... I should probably make some calls, just to be certain. Brb.

LOL Oh, I love this. I always hoped that eventually I’d find the other Star Wars fans that have a sense of humor and hold a place in our hearts for all of Star Wars’ craziness -- as in, other than the ones that already live in my house. I knew we couldn’t be the only ones! ;) (And also, I strongly suspected that there had to be other people who would be interested in laughing/dying about Obi-Wan and Anakin with me.)

I’m fairly certain we’re not the same person, but I dunno. I don’t keep an eye on myself all the time, you know. 

[phosphorescent-naidheachd]

@thishereanakinguy replied to your post:falls the shadow

Ommmmg this is so great

Glad you’re enjoying it!!!

[stolenfootprints]

Re: wind power... scientists are currently working on a kind of turbine that doesn't have as big of an impact on bird/bat populations and has a much smaller footprint which will allow more of them in the same space. I need to re-find the link, but it looks promising.

Yes yes yes i have heard about this too!