New fic time! Sequel to More Than Fine, Baze and Obi-Wan figure out who they are to each other.
Wonderful beta by @misskatieleigh. I also want to tag @lilian-cho, without whom this would not exist, and @gabriel4sam, because, yes, I finally wrote the Baze/Obi-Wan piece.
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Lo! The Tiniest of Canoes Has Sailed!
For @lilian-cho, who asked for Obi-Wan/Chirrut after we comment-chatted about the pairing. I hope it satisfies!
This fic, as far as I know, also checks off my personal writer’s goal of “Write a Pairing Nobody Else Has”
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Chirrut is convinced that Obi-Wan Kenobi’s attempt at holding to the old Jedi Code isn’t what’s best for Luke. Baze is convinced that Obi-Wan Kenobi is lonely. He sees an easy solution to both problems.
“You think he’s hot.” Baze said, confident.
Chirrut spluttered. “I do not think that stuck-up—”
“Bullshit. You come at me like you’re in heat after you spar with him. I know when I’m being used.”
“That doesn’t mean…fine. Yes. He’s an arrogant bastard but he’s a beautiful arrogant bastard.”
“You should seduce him. Bet he stops complaining about attachments if you’re the attachment.”
Featuring a very confused Obi-Wan, a very flirtatious Chirrut, and Chirrut and Obi-Wan shoveling huge amounts of sass at each other.
I was tagged by @writinredhead and @misskatieleigh
Copy and paste the last sentence you wrote and then tag as many people as there are words in that line.
“Chirrut had been expecting an affectionate brush-off, so he was taken entirely off-guard when Obi-Wan actually took his arm, his hand tucked into Chirrut’s elbow.”
From the rarepairs fic I am currently writing: featuring Baze encouraging his husband to seduce the hot Jedi, a very confused Obi-Wan, and Chirrut and Obi-Wan shoveling huge amounts of sass at each other.
I’m hoping that tomorrow or Saturday I will be able to welcome you to join me in this ship, the tiniest of canoes!
Oh no if I’m the first person writing this I have to come up with the ship name.
Also I think all the writers I know have been tagged. If you are a writer I know, and you have NOT been tagged, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE! I tag you, hypothetical being! Show me your words!
(This takes place in the same universe as More Than Fine and Brought to Light. You don’t need to have read those fics to understand this, but if you find yourself wanting some CONTEXT, that’s where to go)
“What.” Obi-Wan stared at the mask nestled in the box.
“The Organas are throwing a masquerade.” Chirrut said, clapping.
“I thought I made my thoughts on being involved in Alderaanian political functions quite clear. I cannot afford exposure.”
“So the perfect function for you to attend is one where everyone is in a mask!”
Obi-Wan picked the mask up, a well-crafted orange and white feline shape, face flaring out and ears swooping back into fine points. “It’s safer not to go at all.”
(More under the cut)
Baze spoke up for the first time. “But you want to.”
“I do not.” Obi-Wan traced the slope of the mask’s nose. “I was on the Jedi Council. I have attended countless state dinners. I have always hated the politics of these sorts of affairs.”
“Different from hating the affairs.” Chirrut slid into the chair across from Obi-Wan, and a foot started to trace its way up Obi-Wan’s calf.
Obi-Wan felt some heat on his cheeks. Honestly. He hoped he’d stop reacting like a giddy teenageer around these two eventually.
Chirrut continued, “I can’t imagine there were many state functions on Tatooine.”
“No. Though there was a family of lizards nearby that threw a lovely dinner party from time to time.”
Baze snorted. Obi-Wan’s mouth turned up. It was nice to have someone around who appreciated Obi-Wan’s worst jokes.
Obi-Wan sighed, setting down the mask. “I should be responsible.”
“There are ways to be responsible and still enjoy life.” Chirrut stood up again, circling the table, and dropped down, straddling Obi-Wan’s lap. “You deny yourself too many things. You had such a hard time accepting me. And I’m not so bad, am I?” Chirrut nuzzled Obi-Wan’s neck, making Obi-Wan laugh at the sensation.
“You’re both a delight.” Obi-Wan pulled back to kiss Chirrut properly. “But I can’t see it being worth the risk. Don’t worry, I’m well accustomed to isolation. I won’t be too heartbroken over it.”
Obi-Wan was not expecting Chirrut’s exclamation of, “Ha! Isolation!” He was also not expecting that to be followed by Baze grumbling and walking over to Chirrut, sliding a handful of credits into his pocket.
“I was betting on it being self-flagellation,” Baze explained.
Obi-Wan considered being indignant, but settled into resigned. “Usually such a safe bet.”
Baze chuckled and kissed Obi-Wan himself. “You mope every time you don’t go to one of these.”
“I do not.”
“You do. Go. We’ll handle safety concerns.”
“You are allowed to have some fun from time to time. Cut a mysterious figure, eat delicious canapés, do some dancing. Besides,” Chirrut said, sliding forward on Obi-Wan’s lap, wrapping his hands around the tops of Obi-Wan’s robe. “Baze hates these things and I get lonely.”
“Well,” Obi-Wan leaned forward, his lips nearly brushing Chirrut’s. Then, with a wink, he grabbed the cat face and donned it, sliding the mask into place between them. “We can’t have that, now can we.”
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“It’s about time.”
So, funny story. I got tagged in this a while ago, but I was like, well, I am writing while I do this...so let’s just wait until we find a good line, and post that one.
Can you guess what happened? ...
Yeah, that’s the final sentence of the story. Good news, one more rough draft down, and in time for NaNo!
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