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Possessive baby Anakin sounds so cute though. He just forgets all about Qui-Gon. Decides Obi-Wan HAS to be his master. Anyone asks him why? “Cause his glow is pretty.” I headcanon Ani can see the force around people when he wants too. Also I’m pretty sure that if Obi wasn’t grieving when poopytine came along he’d fight him.

Inhindsight someone really should have seen this coming even if theredhead had been standoffish, Anakin had been attached to the manlike a limpet for as much of the time as he could to the point whereObi-Wan was softening.

Itstill came as a surprise when Anakin said he wanted Obi-Wan as hismaster, the nine year old shuffling in close and wrapping his armstightly around the redheaded knight waist and holding on to the lostlooking man.

“YoungSkywalker, you do understand that while capable, Knight Kenobi hasonly just been knighted? He is not as experienced as master Jinn?”Plo questioned softly, one of the few councilor’s that had notfrightened Anakin as much as the others and therefore could stillsalvage a relationship. When the boy nodded, Plo tapped his clawstogether. “Then would you please tell us why you’re choosinghim?” Plo asked kindly.

Itwas not an insult of Obi-Wan’s skills, it was an honest question ofwho had the longest experience so Obi-Wan didn’t take offense to iteven if it stung a little bit considering he was the one who hadtaken care of the Sith on Naboo while Qui-Gon had been knocked out onthe walkway by said Sith.

Restinghis head on Obi-Wan’s hip while clinging to him, Anakin blinked atthe council. “Cause he glows, just like mom did… only brighterand that feels safe.” Anakin turned his head upwards to look at theone he had chosen as a master, smiling happily up at him withoutreally being aware of what his statement brought.

“Seehim you can? Glow he does?” Yaddle leaned forward, her smooth voicequite the contrast to the croaking of Yoda.

Peeringshyly at her, Anakin nodded. “Everyone glows but Obi-Wan glows thebest…” He glanced apologetically at the still gobsmacked lookingQui-Gon. “Sir Obi-Wan glows softly but warmly? And it wraps aroundme…” He looked up at Obi-Wan. “Please can I stay with you?”He questioned hopefully.

Lickinghis lips nervously, not looking at Qui-Gon at all, Obi-Wan insteadknelt down to give Anakin his full attention. “You heard what theothers said right Anakin? I’m just now become a knight. I’m not…I haven’t been anyone’s teacher before… it might be bette-”

“ButI want to stay with you.” Anakin cut in, his blue eyes wide andround.

Avery small part of Obi-Wan tried not to feel vindictive, the idea oftaking the opportunity from Qui-Gon that he had flung Obi-Wan asidefor.

Thatpart puttered and died as he looked into the very alive and veryhopeful blue eyes in front of him, uncertainty and faint hope risingin his own chest.

MaybeObi-Wan could be a better master to Anakin than what Qui-Gon had beenthese last few weeks to him?

Raisinghis hands, he took one of Anakin’s small ones in his, gentlyturning it over to stare at little scars and callouses. “…If thecouncil grants me permission and you truly wish to be trained by meAnakin, I would be honored to train you to knighthood AnakinSkywalker.” He murmured before looking past the boy to the councilmembers.

Anakinturned quickly, eyes wide before eeping in excitement when there wereslow, cautious nods around, throwing himself at Obi-Wan to sling hisarms around the redhead’s neck, pressing in close.

Hisexcitement rolled across everyone, Anakin’s untrained and powerfulstrength practically a bulldozer to anyone but training would helpthat.

Tighteninghis grasp, Obi-Wan wondered where he would go from today, if he couldreally do this only to look up and meet Qui-Gon’s betrayed eyes.‘…It’s not so fun to be cast aside, is it master.’ He thoughtspitefully but didn’t say, instead tightening his grasp on hispadawan.

Thepadawan who had chosen Obi-Wan on a rainy Coruscant day, the waterpattering against the outside in a gentle rythme and Obi-Wan knewthat the council would be watching them, would be watching thisapprenticeship.

Hedidn’t care.

Thisboy had chosen him and he had chosen Anakin and by the Force, he wasgoing to do his best by this boy, who had come from a less thanstellar situation to become something more than what he had oncebeen.

“Ifthe council will dismiss us, we’ll go get our new quarterssettled.” Obi-Wan stated fondly, half for Anakin and half for thecouncil, smiling at Anakin when the boy pulled back to smile at him,blue eyes sparkling in excitement for the future.

“Goyou can, get your new padawan settled in you must… a long road youhave ahead of you.” Yoda finally croaked, giving his blessing onthe apprenticeship even as his eyes were faintly narrowed and hisears quivered.

Ohyes, Obi-Wan knew they would be watched but with his hand on Anakin’sshoulder, he lead the former slave out of the council chamber andinto their new life, ignoring Qui-Gon.

Maybeit was time for someone other than Obi-Wan to be cast aside.

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In Clones we trust

After Melida/Daan, Obi Wan learned to distrust the Healers. His time with the Young had left him distrustful of adults in general, but then several of the temple bound healer trainees react badly to the scars he earned in various battles (in their defense much of the reactions was horror at scars that should have been easily treated, Obi Wan simply ascribed the worst possible meaning to their reactions). This is compounded when, over the course of decades, almost all the healers found time to lecture Obi Wan on his self care habits (of which he has none), but without actually giving him any support to figure out what healthy habits are (Look, Obi Wan hasn’t felt safe to fall fully into sleep since he was in the sewers with Cerasi and Nield to watch his back. Telling him to get more sleep is true but not helpful).

Then the Clone Wars arrived.  Obi Wan was handed a Battalion. At the first available opportunity the head medic, Med, makes a point to sit down with Obi Wan. He knows that the Force gives his General the ability to do things that Med would consider insane and impossible.  He wants to get a baseline so that can make sure he can treat Obi Wan correctly.  And Obi Wan may not trust healers, but Medics were different.  Med gets his scans. It helps that Obi Wan quickly learned to trust the troopers, his men.

Med talks to Obi Wan about what exactly he can use the Force for, what he can heal in himself. When it would be realistic for Med to step in. What the effects of various types of suppressants would be with Obi Wan using the Force to take care of basic needs and what to do if he gets dosed.  Because Med’s every step focused on what Obi Wan’s reality actually is instead of what he wanted it to be, Obi Wan is much more likely to go to Medical and let himself be treated. 

Sometime later he sits down with Obi Wan, and Cody (with Obi Wan’s permission), and briefly goes over what Cortisol, the stress hormone is, what it does to a body in the long term, and healthy vs unhealthy levels.  He shows Obi Wan his cortisol level, which is in dangerously high territory, even with the Force.  Med goes, “In a perfect world I would want your numbers to be a quarter what it is, but in a perfect world I wouldn't be patching my brothers to go back to battle.” and “Based on the scans we’ve taken if you can get two more hours of sleep per week, your cortisol levels should drop below the extremely damaging point. If you can do that and get one more hour of something you find relaxing every three days it should drop those levels into a high healthy.”

This, more than anything, was something Obi Wan had not been given by the healers. The temple healers focused on getting someone healthy, but often got too caught up in how to heal to think about what the patient thinks healthy should look like.  And Obi Wan might not know how to get something as nebulous as ‘more sleep’, but something concrete such as two more hours of sleep per week is a goal he can accomplish (It made him want to try ).

♡ sleepless nights are better with you ♡ {WandaNat}

a/n: first wandanat fic for tumblr yeehaw! I got slightly carried away but I just love writing them. My requests are officially open now so request away!

warnings: none? very mild sexual suggestions near the end; Nat and her copious pet names including bunny (zaika) for Wanda, but really this is pure fluff ♡

summary: Wanda's a soft bitch and wants to braid Natasha's hair, but she gets overwhelmed feat. protective, caring gf Nat because we love her here

words: 1.2K

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Even for avengers, rain brings silence. There was just enough noise to fill the void and within the depths of the compound, two of them were embracing the natural calm. Wanda had been watching some late night show, but at some point the television cut out and neither she nor Natasha minded. Their lives were so hectic, it was nice to enjoy each other’s company when they could.

Wanda sat with her weight pressed against Natasha’s firm body, head resting on her shoulder at an angle where she could stare up at her girlfriend whenever she pleased. Her fingers twirled around red hair, playing with it absentmindedly. “Your hair is getting long.”

Natasha turned to look down at Wanda, tugging playfully on a strand of Wanda’s own hair. “Oh yeah? So is yours.” A few weeks after she’d joined the team, Wanda recruited Natasha’s help to dye her hair a few shades lighter before her first day of training. Wanda felt childish asking, but she’d seen Natasha go through many hair colors back when she initially ran through her thoughts and she hoped the assassin wouldn’t enact her revenge for that by giving her a terrible dyejob. Thankfully she was right. Now her dark hair was growing back in and she was long overdue for a trim, but she still enjoyed her long length.

“I like yours better though.” Thin fingers ran more purposefully through her thick hair, sitting up on her knees to get a proper look at it. “When I met you, it was so short.”

Natasha chuckled at Wanda’s obvious awe; she had a knack for being so excited, but always with a certain mellowness and it never failed to amuse her. She was adorable. “Want to reminisce and cut it off?”

“No!” Okay, that was too fast a response. “I mean-” Wanda shrunk back, hands folding in the bedsheets below her to distance herself as far as possible from Natasha’s sweet smelling hair. Still the scent lingered in the air between them and Wanda instantly missed the closeness despite having created it herself. “Long hair looks good on you…”

Natasha seemed to be growing more wavy red hair by the week and it was rare Wanda didn’t have her hand or nose in it whenever she could get herself close enough. Suddenly, she was hyper aware of how touchy she’d been and a wave of shame washed over her, head hanging to look anywhere but the woman in front of her. Natasha saw the change clear as day across Wanda’s face and frowned; that wouldn’t do. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy Wanda’s eagerness; it was always a good little ego boost. Wanda had a way about her that made practically all of her antics endearing, but unfortunately she was stubborn and tending to close herself off over small things. A firm but gentle hand reached out to grab Wanda’s chin, ignoring the resistance and turning it towards her. “Look at me.”

Reluctantly Wanda obeyed, eyes scanning Natasha’s face for any signs of incoming admonishment. The redhead was always encouraging Wanda to be kinder to herself, she was safe with her. Still, Natasha’s face remained blank, calculating Wanda in the same way in a silent analysis. It was times like these Wanda wished she could break her promise and read her mind, but she was sure by now Natasha would’ve figured some way to reroute Wanda’s invasion even if she tried. Natasha broke first, knowing Wanda would fully clam up if she waited any longer. Full lips turned into a warm smile and her strong grip went into a soft caress of her girlfriend’s impossibly soft cheek. “What’s on your mind, zaika?”

“U-Uh..” It took everything in her not to whimper at the nickname- Natasha knew how weak Wanda became as soon as they passed her lips. A completely unfair attack.

“I would like to braid your hair.” She could barely make out her own voice over the boom of thunder that rang outside, but the knowing smirk on Natasha’s face told her she’d been heard.

“Why didn’t you just say so?” Natasha was brimming with teasing remarks. She could poke fun at her for the cute pout twisting her lips, the soft curve of her eyebrows that gave away how hard she was thinking, anything about how small she looked waiting for Natasha to say something past her question- but she couldn’t. Wanda looked so skittish, like she would explode or flee at any moment. Their relationship was still new and Wanda had a tendency to overthink everything to avoid even possibly upsetting Natasha and no matter how many times she assured even if she was mad, she wouldn’t leave her, Nat knew it was a constant worry. Poor girl, Natasha couldn’t bear to make her sad.

The younger of the two continued to stay silent, playing with her rings as she waited for Natasha to say she was acting ridiculous. Really, touching your girlfriend’s hair wasn’t that big of a deal; Wanda was making it too intense. She’d made an otherwise calm evening into an issue, she should have just-

“Wanda?” Nothing.

“You know, my legs are getting cold without you. Didn’t know you wanted me to freeze.” Natasha gave one final push, hoping to finally shake her out of her head. Finally Wanda looked back over to Natasha and was met with her patting her thighs expectantly. Nothing good came from the brunette swimming in her own self-doubt too long; it was easier for Natasha to simply distract her until she got past it.

Wanda carefully moved to straddle Natasha’s firm thighs, settling on her lap to face her properly. She always smelled so lovely- a mix of earth and cinnamon- and it sucked her right back into Natasha’s secure orbit. “You’re very patient with me.” It was a statement, a fact Wanda was constantly surprised by each time she felt she’d grown too much for her to handle.

Natasha only let out a positive hum, leaning down to press a kiss to Wanda’s forehead that earned her a quiet giggle. “You’re very worth it, detka.” Wanda was practically beaming up at her, a much better look for her than the previous distress. Natasha had to kiss her, just a soft one, only to reaffirm her affections in case Wanda had forgotten. Her lips were pillowy soft as always, begging Natasha to nip and bite and suck until they were red and Wanda was whining for more. The younger kissed back with genuine care, forcing her worries away with the sweet taste of her girlfriend’s mouth on her own. Natasha forced herself to pull back before she got carried away, but tasting Wanda elsewhere was high on her list for later. “You are also unfairly addicting.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for when I’m in trouble next time.” Wanda let her head rest on Natasha’s with a grin, tilting to kiss her nose for an added touch of endearment.

“Or you could just behave and I wouldn’t have to punish you, sweet girl.” Natasha relished in the deep blush that bloomed over Wanda’s cheeks, a sign she was getting back to normal. There were so many things she wanted to tell Wanda, to reassure her over and over until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Anything to keep her safe and happy, but tonight was not the time. For now she was relaxed and ready to move on so Natasha would wait. She took a piece of her hair in her grasp, shaking it out for Wanda to take.

“Now get to braiding, Maximoff. I’ve been needing to change up my look.”

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me, pulling up 500 fics from aO3:

AU: Anakin turns on Palpatine when he reveals himself as a Sith so Palpatine tells him that Anakin will be the cause of his wife's death. Anakin, because he's in a terrible state, feels this is true and so after he kills the Chancellor he runs away to Tatooine because he's convinced he should suffer.

He becomes Beru Whitesun's problem, when she finds him crying at his mothers grave one morning.

Meanwhile - by the time Obi-Wan comes back from Utapau the Chancellor is dead, Padme is in labor and Anakin is in the wind.

Both the Jedi and the Senate still have to finish and clean up the war( since the Separatist leadership is still alive) deal with the Clones rights and roles post-war, and basically try and put the huge mess of the Republic back together.

Plus Obi-Wan has to help Padme with her suspiciously powerful Force-Sensative twins while the Senator refuses to stop trying to work while in a state of Force Exhaustion from giving birth to said babies as a non-Force-Sensitive (because why not?)

Beru Whitesun, meanwhile, has a highly skilled and very miserable Jedi Knight on her hands, and she decides that she may as well put him to Work.

Anakin had a dream once, that he came back and freed all the slaves.

And he tends to solve a lot of his problems with his lightsaber. So. Anakin goes on a very swift and violent rampage and the slaves overthrow Tatooine and make a treaty with the Tuskens over their ancestral lands and in a way this is how Anakin makes reparations for the slaughter of that Tusken village. Now, Anakin is not suited to lead a government, so his job after - when he's not moping on Owen and Beru's farm, is fending off attempts by the Hutts to retaliate or reclaim Tatooine.

Anakin learns things about the sheer span of his power, fighting alone, not all of them good. He learns things about himself too, kneeling at his mothers grave. It becomes a sort of meditation, sitting there in the sands, confessing everything to Shmi Skywalker's ghost.

Obi-Wan, deputy Head of the Order, semi-co-parent to Luke and Leia Nabberrie, eventually tracks reports of conflicts near Hutt Space to his Padawan and finds Anakin on Tatooine, alive if not entirely well.

It takes months of trips back and forth to Tatooine to convince Anakin to at least come to the Temple.

Anakin refuses to meet Padme, still terrified and convinced that he will be the cause of her death.

He has no choice about meeting the Twins, who heard Obi-Wan found their father and snuck across Coruscant to see him.

Luke is very shy, actually meeting him. Leia beats him with a couch pillow for making her mother sad.

Anakin just cries, which makes Leia very awkward and Luke tries to console him.

Anakin feels too far from what a jedi should be to stay, but Obi-Wan convinces him to at least call Padme - which Anakin does, once he's half the galaxy away again.

They have to get to know each other again, and this is different than the first time, harder and slower and so much more real than their frantic, desperate feelings at the start of the war.

Ahsoka eventually returns to the Order and rises to Knighthood. She spends most of her career thereafter specializing in rescue operations and finds a little bit of passion for teaching classes at the temple.

By the time the Twins are ten, Leia's favorite Jedi is Master Windu, who knows very little peace because of this. Luke is definitely his mothers son, and while he finds a great deal of peace in the temple when they visit Uncle Obi-Wan, and he's good at meditation, he spends most of his time in Senator Amidala's office, and shadowing her in diplomacy.

They work a lot with Senator Fox (who knows over half the Senates dirty secrets, not that anyone dare accuse him of blackmail) on Clone Rights and Resettlement, and Luke's unofficial occupation is to be very cute and innocent and hold Senator Fox's hand when it seems like there might be a murder to prevent.

It's a devastatingly effective tactic.

Tatooine is a free, established world, and there isn't much trouble there now - especially not with Trooper Town just beyond Mos Espa, ready and willing to defend their little bit of peace.

Tatooine needs a Representative, and Beru makes Anakin do it. He's still not entirely sure how, by the time he's landing on Coruscant and there is Padme, welcoming "Ambassador Skywalker" and there is a little of that fear, still, but he also feels so, so foolish for ever running away from her.

Anyhow, Leia becomes a Jedi (apprenticed to Master Windu) and spends a good deal of her adolescence and early adulthood trying to beat the snot out of her father with her lightsaber. By the time she's good enough to actually win, the desire has largely gone away.

Luke succeeds his mother as Senator Amidala of Naboo, with special permission from the current queen to borrow his mothers royal title.

Anakin and Padme re-wed, this time with all their friends in attendance, this time knowing really what love is, and what it takes to make something of it.

Anakin eventually follows his wife into Retirement, though in truth neither of them really settle. They're barely middle aged and there has always been a bit of fire burning in both of them.

It's not ever trule easy, life after war, but it is good.

Obi-Wan visits their home in the Lake Country at least once a year. He trains a new padawan every decade and there isn't a single one of them that Anakin didn't save from a spot of trouble at least once, in spite of insisting he didn't like any of them for one reason or another. There also isn't a single one of them that doesn't inform him that Obi-Wan always talks about him, and there isn't a single one of them Anakin doesn't provide with "secret" advice on how to handle being Obi-Wan's padawan.