Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Fan Mail

• Summary: The Jedi Council decides to start an official fan mail program. Obi-Wan and Anakin get some interesting messages, which definitely do not make them question their entire relationship.

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“Fan mail?”

“Yes, fan mail.”

“You’re telling me the council meeting ran long and you’re late for dinner because of fan…mail? Mail about what, mechanical parts?” Anakin asked while plating the dinner he had been fussing over for the last hour, trying to keep it warm and edible.

Obi-Wan sent a wave of thanks through their (let’s not tell the council about this) bond and took the plates to the table. “Well apparently the temple has been receiving an inordinate number of messages of a complementary nature regarding…us,” Obi-Wan coughed slightly and hastily added “and the other Jedi, i.e., fan mail. The messages were clogging up important channels for the war effort, so the council has decided to create a dedicated system to centralize things. People will have the option to choose who to send their…musings to and the recipient can respond if they wish with a personalized message or a several canned replies. The hope is twofold, to raise our moral and to garner additional support from the public.”

“Hmm, sounds like a PR stunt and waste of our time. Eat up Master, you’re still looking a little thin from your last mission.” He frowned and used the force to bring the extra meat from the counter, adding more to his Master’s plate.

“Inappropriate use of the force, Anakin. My thin physique had no trouble beating you during our sparring match yesterday”. Obi-Wan said between bites. “But thank you dear one, this is delicious.”

Anakin blushed and smiled. “Anything for you, Master”.

They ate in comfortable silence, elbows only occasionally brushing, until Ahsoka came barreling through their front door.

“Masters, have you heard?! We’re going to get letters from people who actually like us and not just for target practice!” She fell into her chair at the table. “Smells good, what’s for dinner?”

“You’re actually excited about this?” Anakin asked. He headed into the kitchen. “I thought you were eating with Barriss in the refractory? I would have made more.” No matter how easily accessible food was now, he still worried he wouldn’t have enough to feed the ones he cared for. Obi-Wan glanced at him and shot him a calming smile.

“I did eat with her, but I’m a growing girl and it just smells so good, Master. Any leftover?”

Anakin flicked her montral, handed her a plate with the last of the dinner, and sat back down beside Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan flicked his ear in betrayal. Twin “Master”s rang out.

Ahsoka dug in. “Thanks, Master, and yes, of course I’m excited! Me and Barriss -”

“Barriss and I.” Obi-Wan gently corrected.

“Right, Barriss and I are working on a competition for the padawans to see who gets the most messages. I’m so gonna’ win!”

“You’re lucky I’m not a Padawan anymore Ahsoka, I would definitely get the most.” It wouldn’t even be a competition, he thought.

“I bet I get more messages than you, Skyguy.”

“In your dreams, Snips.”

“Yes, well fascinating as this exchange is,” Obi-Wan interjected “the messages for the Padawans will go through a filtering system first to weed out any unsavory missives, so Anakin, you and Ahsoka won’t be able to compare true numbers.” Obi-Wan stood and collected the dirty dishes, heading into the kitchen. It was Anakin’s night to wash the dishes, but Obi-Wan was always taking care of him. Anakin joined him in the kitchen to dry. Their bond, hummed contentedly between them.