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Cuddles and Smut
Aug. 21st, 2017 11:23 pmAnakin loves cuddles. When he’s bored, he’ll snuggle up to Obi-Wan or Padme, no matter what they’re doing, until one of them pays attention to him. Even if it’s just scratching his head like he’s a cat.
Padme is writing a speech, her stylus between her teeth as she goes over what she’s already written and tries to figure out the right words to piece together to get her ideas across. This is always the part she doesn’t like, she’s much better at passionate, off the top of her head speeches than she is at planned out pieces. If she had a speech writer things might be easier, but as it is she always tries to make sure everything she says is something she would say.
She reaches for her mug and doesn’t let the cold tea bother her. She’s going to have to get up to grab another drink soon anyway, so might as well not get upset at cold tea.
She’s looking up the exact numbers of the Corellian Displacement Crisis when Anakin sits down next to her and stretches out on the couch, his head in her lap. He nuzzles against her belly and she lets one of her hands tangle in his hair, scratching at his scalp as she jots down figures to use and sources to quote. Anakin makes a soft content sound and it makes the words come easier when her hand is tangled in his curls, when her fingers are tracing across the shell of his ear, when her nails scratch just enough to get him to make soft noises of pleasure against her shirt.
When she puts her pad down to grab her mug, she finds that it’s been replaced when a new one. A new mug that still has a little bit of heat to it when she curls her hand around it and the tea is perfect. And she finds that Obi-Wan has made it into the room some time without her noticing, reading a book in the nearby chair.
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Jul. 22nd, 2017 06:38 pmAnakin brings home all kinds of stray droids AND animals. Padmé and Obi-Wan’s responses range from exasperatedly amused (such as when it’s a cute dog, or a cleaning droid he found at someone’s garage sale) to extremely aggravated (such as when it’s an insectoid creature he claims is “sick and needs to be nursed back to health,” or a broken down droid that is leaking OIL ALL OVER EVERYTHING, ANAKIN!)
Obi-Wan wakes up to a giant, striped cat lounging over his lower body. The massive cat has at least two long, sharp, and curved teeth that are protruding out of its mouth as it sleeps and Obi-Wan takes a moment to mentally question his taste in partners, because this animal has Anakin Skywalker written all over it.
Especially once he realizes that the beast seems to be missing a paw and has bandages wrapped around it’s tail. He supposes he should be happy that it doesn’t weigh as much as Artoo, for all that they appear to be around the same size. Getting out from under the beast proves to be an exercise in careful maneuvering and gentle force manipulation of a sleeping creature’s mind, but he does manage to get out from under it and out of the bedroom without any mauling.
He’s taken maybe a few steps away from the door when his foot is run over by the single most useless cleaning droid he’s ever had the misfortune of sharing living space with - he doesn’t care that it “just needs a few tweaks and then it’ll be fine” or that it apparently knows how to properly organize all of Padme’s shoes by style, color, and size. Every morning, without fail, it runs over Obi-Wan’s unprotected toes and every morning he almost trips into the main living area.
“Anakin, why in the name of all that’s holy is there a massive beast in my bed?” Obi-Wan asks the moment he spies Anakin working on something filthy and leaking fluid on their once pristine floor. Padme isn’t going to be pleased by that fact once she comes home.
“Oh, is that where Shiro went? I guess she’s more comfortable there, it is one of the more colder rooms…” Anakin comments absentmindedly and something screeches unpleasantly as he twists it, metal grinding against itself. Obi-Wan felt the plate in his left kneecap ache for a moment in response.
“Anakin, what have we said about you bringing home your work?” Obi-Wan asks, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Anakin didn’t answer for a few moments, working on the droid (?) in front of him in an obvious attempt at getting out of answering him.
“Ask first.” Anakin mumbles.
“And what did you forget to do?” Obi-Wan follows up with, very unhappy.
“Sorry, I didn’t think she’d leave the den.” Anakin says back and he’s hunched in on himself. Obi-Wan sighs because this is by far not the first time Anakin has forgotten to run things by them before he does them and it’s very much not appreciated.
But Obi-Wan also knows he’s not doing it on purpose, it’s a trial to get Anakin to remember things without reinforcement nowadays. His new medication was known to cause short term memory problems but that didn’t mean Obi-Wan had to like it.
“Why don’t I write it down and put it in your office?” Obi-Wan says gently and watches as Anakin tenses and his jaw clenches.
“Or I could just stop taking the stupid shots, they’re not doing anything but making me an invalid.” Anakin snaps and hits the droid with the rather finicky looking wrench in his hand with such force that something snaps and a whole piece comes off.”Fucking finally! That shouldn’t have been so fucking hard!” He shouts at the droid in frustration.
“You can’t stop taking your shots. We’ll bring it up at your next appointment.” Obi-Wan says, not commenting on any of the mechanical nonsense happening in front of him.
“I’m not a child, I can go to my appointments by myself!” Anakin screams and throws the wrench at the wall, standing up to spin around and glare at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan takes a step forward when he wobbles, his new leg not quite used to the sudden weight. “I can stand by myself!” Anakin yells and he’s so angry it hurts to look at him.
But Obi-Wan remembers what happened the last time they let Anakin go anywhere by himself and they’re not repeating that again.
“I know you can do things yourself, dear one, but the simple truth is that you don’t have to. I want to help you.” Obi-Wan says calmly, projecting love and serenity into the force and hoping Anakin absorbs it.
“I don’t need help. I’m fine.” Anakin bites out and Obi-Wan didn’t want to have this conversation this morning. All he wanted was to remind Anakin of his previous promises and find out if the massive beast in his bedroom was feral or not, not have an emotionally difficult conversation before he’s even had his morning tea.
“Just…let me help until Artoo is fixed, okay?” Obi-Wan says and watches as Anakin’s eyes water and his fists clench. He turns away and goes back to his work, lifting his hand for the wrench to come sailing back to him.
Obi-Wan heads into the kitchen to find some food and contact Padme. They’re definitely going to have to push Anakin’s next doctor’s appointment up.
Some Parenting HC - Obianidala
Jun. 11th, 2017 03:50 pmIdk if you've answered this before, but I've seen your posts about Anidala parenting headcanons for each parent/twin combination, so I was wondering if you have any for an Obianidala family- Obi-Wan parenting headcanons for Luke and Leia? (Personally I headcanon that while Luke is super super close with Padmé and Leia with Anakin, Obi-Wan is the firm second favorite for both of them and he's happy with that.)
Obi-Wan has no memory of his parents. He knows that they were farmers on Stewjon, that his father could pilot high speed land speeders, that his mother is where he gets his red hair, and that they had at least one other child before he was born. He knows that his mother died first, taken by a disease that Obi-Wan was inoculated against within moments of being accepted into the temple, and that his father died in some kind of mechanical accident. He has no idea when either of them died and he doesn’t even know his sibling’s name.
Holding Leia in his arms, her little hand curled around his finger, he finds himself wondering about his parents for the first time ever. Where they as frightened as he is right now when they held their first child? When they held him, what was that like?
Leia blinks her eyes and her little mind reaches out for his, curious and filled with simple love, and it’s so easy to wrap his affection around her until her mind recedes. He leans over her to give her the smallest of kisses, careful of his beard against her soft skin, and settles her back into the crib next to her brother, Luke.
He has no idea what he is doing. No experience with children, much less infants, and for some reason Padme and Anakin trust him with the most important things in their lives, other than each other. They just think that he’ll learn as they do, that he can be a good father, and their faith in him, while humbling and appreciated, is also daunting and nerve wrecking. It was bad enough when it was just the three of them, when it was just him trying to fumble along with expressing his emotions, but now there are children involved and he is going to ruin everything.
What if he makes them sad? What if he can’t calm them down when they cry? What if he hurts them? What if he makes them think he doesn’t love them? What if he forgets they’re allergic to something and feeds it to them? What if they choke on something when they’re little and he doesn’t get to them in time? What if they die?
“What are you doing up?” Anakin asks quietly from behind him. He turns wide eyes to look at his husband, who is wearing what looks like Obi-Wan’s shorts and still has vivid bruises across his face and burn marks on his chest. His mechanical hand is missing, probably still half melted on the Chancellor’s floor, and there’s bruises coming in across Anakin’s side.
What if Anakin had died and left them? What if he had died and Padme had died and Obi-Wan was left alone with the children? He can’t raise kids, he knows nothing about them! He’s going to make a huge mess out of things and Padme and Anakin will hate him and divorce him.
“Obi-Wan, what’s wrong?” Anakin asks, coming closer to cup his face and look him over as if he’s still hurt from the battle. And, yes, parts of Obi-Wan do in fact ache still but he’s fine, really.
He wants to say things are fine, wants to ask after Padme instead, wants to change the subject. But they’ve all agreed that secrets weren’t helping anyone and that between the three of them, they couldn’t exist anymore. Even little secrets, for now, were too dangerous for them.
“I..” love you. Am proud of you. Have missed you and Padme. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” He says, because out of all of those things it’s the easiest. Anakin tilts their head in confusion, blinking slowly, clearly trying to process what Obi-Wan means.
You're Doing Evil Wrong
Feb. 21st, 2017 10:29 amSith Obiwan and empress Padme finding their run away Jedi lover Anakin after a couple years.
You know I started this with the idea of having a short thing and then THIS HAPPENED. Some mild warnings: the last scene in this fic is not how consent works at all. Do not do the thing in real life, this is fiction. Also, this is not an accurate portrayal of intersex people in any way, shape, or form.
Out of all the things Obi-Wan expected to find, he can honestly say he didn’t expect this. When he realized that Padme was in danger, he had expected anything from someone pulling a blaster on her to another flunky of Sidious’ – not a little boy with tears in his eyes and a determined face as he held a blaster to the Empress’ head. The boy had a steady hand and his blond hair was familiar in a way that made Obi-Wan ache, but more pressing was the fact that he was clearly strong in the Force – strong enough to keep every handmaiden and guard in the room pressed against the wall while also keeping his attention on Padme.
Padme herself is still seated on her throne. (‘It’s not a throne; don’t be ridiculous, Obi-Wan! I just refuse to sit in a hard chair for hours while I unfuck the Galaxy!’) He could easily disarm the boy before he manages to get a shot off but those blue eyes mixed with that head of hair is making him want to be gentle. He switches his lightsaber off and tosses it in the boy’s direction. The lightsaber skids across the floor and then changes course to jet out of the window, creating a small hole in its wake. Obi-Wan sighs and tries not to hear Anakin’s sarcastic voice –
Oh no, did you lose your lightsaber? Guess your life isn’t that important to you!
Anakin, really?
And fails, as he usually does.
“As I said a few moments ago, you have my attention, child.” Padme says, voice regal and steady, and the boy’s eyes dart to her momentarily before going back to Obi-Wan. Someone has clearly taught him to always keep his eyes on the enemy, that’s good, but he’s young enough that he hasn’t learned that just because someone isn’t as strong in the Force as he is doesn’t mean they’re harmless.
“I need help.” The boy says and he sounds so young, so small. Padme’s jaw clenches and an old grief wraps around her momentarily. Interestingly, the boy jerks as if to go to her side, to soothe her pain, before he remembers himself and levels the blaster back on her. He swallows and sniffs, the very image of a determined child doing something even when they’re frightened. “Jabba the Hutt has taken my father and sister hostage and I managed to find out that my sister was smuggled into the Empire recently. I can feel her in this building. I know she’s here and I will take her with me when I leave. I don’t want to hurt you; I just needed the building to go into lockdown.” He continues.
Padme looks furious, in the way she always does whenever there is someone suffering in front of her and she can do nothing to help them. She opens her mouth, but the boy cuts her off when he continues with:
“I’m sorry but I’m going to need you to come with me.”
And of course he’s talking to Padme. He looks a little sick, but when he motions for Padme to stand, his arm is still steady and he keeps the blaster pointed at her as he has her move in front of him towards the door. Obi-Wan clenches his jaw, feeling self-hate bubble up inside him, but then he moves before he can let this continue.
The boy manages to get a shot off when Obi-Wan comes at him, the blaster fire cuts into his shoulder, and Padme shouts out Don’t hurt him in her most commanding voice that he cannot help but obey her. The boy’s wrists are small and thin in his grip, but he does not need to break them to get him to drop the blaster. The boy struggles against him, the Force coming up to shove hard at Obi-Wan and maybe if he were older that would have worked, but he’s still just a boy and Obi-Wan is able to smother his bright light with his darkness, not enough to harm but enough to subdue. The boy goes limp in his grip and the tears finally start to fall from his eyes, loud sobs coming from him as his concentration breaks enough to let the others in the room free.
Tumblr Response Fic
Sep. 28th, 2016 10:16 pmPadme and Obi-wan helping Anakin paint his nails together so that he stops biting them to ruin
Obi-Wan held Anakin’s hand steady as he applied a layer of soft green paint to the man’s nails. Anakin’s left pinky was in a splint and his index and middle fingers had dried blood around the nails due to bitten off hangnails. Anakin himself was staring off into space and his Force signature was distant and scattered.
“Padme is waiting for us on Ekeriel – just stay awake for a little while longer.” Obi-Wan said softly and Anakin hummed in response.
“He still drugged?” Captain Rex asked as he came into the room. Obi-Wan nodded at the other man before Anakin focused on his captain with a wide smile.
“Rex, it’s good to see you. How are you?” Anakin asked, his happiness bubbling out and making Obi-Wan smile just by being near him. He turned Anakin’s hand to paint his pinky nail, trying his hardest not to get any of the paint on the splint.
“I’m good, general, thanks for asking.” Rex answered and came over to sit down next to them. He arched an eyebrow at their hands and Obi-Wan arched his own right back. Anakin smiled at them both blearily, completely missing the byplay.
“Do you like my nails? Obi-Wan can paint yours too if you want.” Anakin said, showing that he was still rather perceptive even while high off of painkillers. Rex looked at Anakin in shock while Obi-Wan snorted.
“Ah, they’re very nice, sir. But no, I don’t think I’ll take General Kenobi up on his skills.” Rex said and he reached out to pat Anakin’s shoulder. Anakin reached up and grabbed his wrist, squeezing it briefly before releasing it, a gesture of familiarity and comfort.
“I get mine painted to keep from chewing on them.” Anakin said matter-of-factly. Rex made a noise of understanding and Obi-Wan finished laying a layer of paint onto Anakin’s thumb. Every nail was now a uniformed color and should dry in a handful of moments.
He stood up from the bed, pocketing the nail paint, and stretched his legs out. Rex asked Anakin about some designs for a new blaster and Anakin answered in slow, careful words to ensure he didn’t slur any of his words. It was adorable.
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(Wouldn’t be the first time – he’s pretty sure his toaster is sentient at this point due to all the tinkering Anakin’s done to it.)
Anakin is, of course, already there. He’s sitting behind Padmé, pulling her long hair into a twisty ponytail, and Obi-Wan stands awkwardly off to the side, not sure if he should sit or not. He’s not used to the two of them being comfortable in his presence, with them letting themselves sit so close or even touch when he’s around them. He’s never noticed before how stiff they both usually are in his presence, but seeing them now really puts it into perspective – Padmé has her eyes closed as she reclines against Anakin’s legs and Anakin is humming quietly to himself as he twists her hair in his hands.
“Obi-Wan, it’s good to see you.” Padmé says as she stands finally and when she turns to him she has this unsettling smile on her face that makes the hair on his arms stand up. Anakin scoots away from her, eyes wide, and Obi-Wan braces himself for the punch he’s sure to get.
“It’s good to see you too, Padmé.” He responds, because it is true even if right now he’s a little on edge. He swallows before continuing with: “I see Anakin has already spoken with you.”
“Spoken with me, about what?” Padmé asks pleasantly and her smile gets wider. He knows that smile – that’s the smile she gives on the senate floor right before she says something that destroys someone’s career on universal airwaves. He’s fucked.
“I thought you wanted to do this without me here?” Anakin cuts in; bless his soul for trying to help. Padmé’s mouth twitches just a little and maybe if Obi-Wan gets ahead of her with an apology he can salvage this –
Obianidala - Obikin first kiss
Sep. 1st, 2016 11:16 pmBest thing about obianidala is the potential cuddle piles. What do you think obikins first kiss was like? Was padme there?
I have so many different ideas for how Obikin’s first kiss went, but right now I’m feeling this one:
Obi-Wan Kenobi is not known for awkward missteps. He’s known for impeccable timing, great hair, and a sarcastic streak a parsec wide but awkward is not something he’s familiar with. He’s usually the one trying to stifle laughter whenever something awkward happens to Anakin, not right there in it.
(No, the mission to Zeyric doesn’t count. How was he supposed to know that the locals gendered Anakin as female and thought they were a married pair? He felt he handled that situation exceptionally well, thank you very much.)
But this was undeniably an awkward situation – a situation that wasn’t even Anakin’s fault!
“Obi-Wan, I know this isn’t really a comfortable situation but if you could maybe panic a little less that would be helpful.” Anakin says in a soft and strained voice. He’s crouched above Obi-Wan, body close enough that his tattered robes are touching Obi-Wan’s, and atop of him is way too much bedrock to be good for his back. There’s sweat collecting at Anakin’s temple and Obi-Wan can see the strain in the younger man’s jaw as he struggles with the weight. Even with the Force, that’s a truly impressive amount of solid mass especially in conjunction with this planet’s heavy gravity.
“I’m not panicking, Padawan mine, simply trying to remember if I updated my will.” Obi-Wan jokes because thinking about their situation isn’t going to get them out of it. He closes his eyes and lets himself sink into the Force, trying to see how deep they’re buried or if there is something they could use to jab into the mass to keep things up while they hunted for a cave or something.
Couples Prompts
Mar. 27th, 2016 10:01 pmPadme, oddly enough. Anakin collects flowers and plants, he’s forever bringing back flower petals and herbs from different planets, but rocks are Padme’s things. She’s had a long habit of hiding small, smooth rocks in her hands when on negotiations in hostile territories because it’s a weapon that won’t get taken from her during weapons checks. She holds them tight when upset or when she’s being disrespected and tells herself to hold firm, like this rock in her hand. A rock will hold steady under pressure and so will she. When she comes home, the small rocks make for great decorations for the flowerpots that are scattered across the house/apartment.
takes pictures of the other while they’re asleep
Obi-Wan has a personal stash of photos that are super password protected, encrypted, and possibly even protected via the Force somehow. Some of them are adorable, like the one of Anakin and Padme sleeping all curled together like puppies, arms around each other and his head on her shoulder or the one with Anakin sleeping on the couch with Padme sprawled over him like a blanket. He’s got a few of Padme sleeping curled up in chairs or against a broken apart speeder that Anakin was tinkering with, a few of her sleeping on the floor of her closet after she had gotten home, exhausted, and managed to get the constricting outer layers off before she finally just curled up in a corner. She has a habit of getting sleep wherever she can during the war so he has a ton of photos of her sleeping in places that look uncomfortable. Then there are his photos of Anakin, taken from a distance because he is not a light sleeper, always on the edge of waking to respond to danger even at home, unless he’s sleeping with either Padme or Obi-Wan. Anakin slumped over the kitchen table with a mug of something to his right, Anakin slumped against a still R2-D2, Anakin curled in on himself in his bunk at the Temple like he’s cold.
Then there are the ones that he actually needs the protections for, because they show that he’s more than just passingly attached to the two, that they’re past just being “good friends” who sometimes fall asleep together. A few of Padme sleeping in bed, hair a tangled mess, sheets wrapped around low around her waist, the light catching on the naked curve of her shoulders and the line of her spine. Anakin sleeping, face peaceful for once, lips still swollen from a night of being bitten and kissed, hickeys scattered across his collarbone and chest and even though the photo doesn’t show him below the waist, it’s clear he’s naked. Padme spooned behind Anakin, her lighter fingers tangled with his darker ones over his belly, the press of her breasts against his back.
gets drunk and breaks shit
Padme and Obi-Wan like WHOA. Anakin doesn’t like alcohol, it’s just not his thing, but when Padme and Obi-Wan drink they get weirdly competitive and quickly end up drunk off their asses. Padme loses all grace and sense of where shit is in relation to herself and knocks over all the things. Obi-Wan lets loose a little (a lot) and ends up doing force tricks, wherein he ends up dropping the things he’s levitating whenever distracted. And Padme makes it her personal mission to distract Obi-Wan once things start floating but she also loses all sense of subtlety (and let’s be fair, she and Anakin aren’t exactly known for being subtle in the first place) so she ends up just stripping to distract him and it works. Once the clothes start coming off, that’s Anakin’s cue to put the alcohol away and retreat into the corner because he doesn’t like it when they have sex drunk, not because they’re violent or sloppy or anything, but just because it makes it harder for him to pull enough arousal from them for him to even get into sex. So he usually ends up watching to make sure that they don’t break too much furniture and to make sure they’re both alright. He has tons of blackmail after such nights and ends up laughing at his lovers in the morning over some of the truly awful shit they said to each other night before – he NEVER lets Padme live down the night she told Obi-Wan she was “going to make you come so hard something will break, but not me because you like me, maybe that ugly vase I can’t get rid of because it was a gift from Sorfin. Yeah, like that.”
can’t swim
It was Anakin until Obi-Wan realized that hey growing up on a planet made of desert and little water meant he couldn’t swim and that’s not a good thing for a Jedi not to know how to do. Out of all of them though, Padme is the best swimmer – she can race Jar Jar and win. It’s pretty impressive and Obi-Wan is convinced that she’s secretly a water changeling or something.
remembers to feed the fish
None of them have the time needed to have even a low care pet like fish during the war, so there are no fish. And once the war ends and EVERYTHING IS FINE BECAUSE I SAY SO it’s Luke that drags in hurt animals and nurses them back to heath so still none of the adults.
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