deadcatwithaflamethrower:

norcumi:

dharmaavocado:

norcumi:

So For Reasons, a friend and I were discussing a scene (not either of
ours) wherein there’s a wedding between
Obi-Wan and Satine. Now, all of my shipping tendencies aside, it
takes an exceedingly skilled author to convince me that
Obi-Wan/Satine works in the long run (let’s be honest here: I
pretty firmly believe that while he loves her, only she is IN love
with him. Yeah, I take the approach of ship-and-let-ship, but I got
my opinions.)

But I had been watching Leverage RIGHT before this conversation. (I met Tara. She seems like fun.)

So of course the whole
scenario strikes me as a fake wedding con. Very fancy, very public,
and I have no idea who Our Heroes are trying to con or why. Maybe
this is to pull Maul out of the woodwork? ::shrugs:: Makes just about
as much sense as anything else. This would be a VERY weird
alternative to the shit what goes down in that arc of messed up in
canon.

Meanwhile, I can’t tell if Satine
is in on the plan, or ignorant of the whole damn thing. The latter
makes me cringe and it’s far too cruel, but when I consider her
being in on matters I want to have her pining after someone else.
Considering I usually pick Padmé for those circumstances, it becomes
an unholy mess.

I have no idea where any of this is
going, nor what it might be, but I’m tossing the plunnie out for
adoption and tagging @dharmaavocado because it might be their jam or at the very
least amuse them. Also for egging me on with regards to Leverage. ❤

First of all I’m so excited you got to Tara. She’s great and I love her. Second, fuck yes this is my jam! I realized I’ve never technically written Satine and Obi-Wan interacting, which is a shame because so much grade A bickering happening.

Satine is definitely the Tara. She spends most of her time in Europe grifting the aristocracy but she pops now and again to help out on a job but mostly to disparage Obi-Wan’s technique. So a con requires a wedding for Plot Reasons and it goes off as well as expected when requiring Satine and Obi-Wan to give heartfelt vows while looking lovingly into each other’s eyes, which is to say Anakin has the entire thing saved on video.

“Those really look like tears of happiness instead of suppressed rage,” he said, passing Ahsoka the popcorn.

“I like how she still insulted your everything,” Ahoska said while Obi-Wan tried to murder them both with his brain.

Skip ahead a few years to happy criminal family and the whole wedding thing happens to come up because Anakin pulled out the video.

“I like your suit,” said Rex, who was an utter bastard. “The blue really brought out your eyes. When’s your anniversary? I’ll get you something nice.”

“You do realize we’re not actually married, right?” he said.

Anakin raised a hand. “Are you sure about that? Because that is definitely a priest pronouncing you man and wife.”

“We’re not Catholic,” Obi-Wan protested.

“And I did get you guys a marriage license. I have a copy somewhere.”

“It was for our fake identities,” Obi-Wan said. “That doesn’t count.”

“Pretty sure the state of New Jersey doesn’t see it like that,” said Anakin, tapping on his phone. “Oh, hey, found your tax returns. She’s been filing jointly for you both. Nice.”

“Excuse me,” said Obi-Wan. “I need to go make a call.”

“Give Satine my love,” said Rex.

And then, obviously, they need to throw another wedding for more Plot Reasons, and hey, technically Satine and Obi-Wan already got married once so might as well go around for the second time.

“Honestly, Obi-Wan,” Satine said as she tucked a stray strand of hair back into place, “you act like you’ve never done this before. Rex, be a dear and fix his tie.”

“My tie looks fine,” he said, but tipped his chin back as Rex straightened it. “Is everyone in place?”

“Yes.” Rex’s touch lingered at the hollow of his throat. “And we’ve made sure Hardcase isn’t in the van with Anakin.”

“Good,” Obi-Wan said. “I’m needed at the alter.”

“The people are expecting a wedding. We shouldn’t disappoint them.”

“You know, Rex,” Satine said in the tone of voice that never meant good things for Obi-Wan, “I did say you should be taking my place for this job.”

Rex stepped back. “No. When we do get married it’s not going to be for a con.”

“You–I–what?” Obi-Wan managed.

“You broke him,” said Satine, delighted.

“You know he doesn’t deal well with feelings,” Rex said, unbearably fond.

Gathering what remained of his dignity, Obi-wan said, “I am going to do my job now as the only professional here.”

“You do that, dear,” said Satine. “Rex, I have a Monet that is going to make the perfect engagement gift.”

The job was a success because they were good at what they did, and afterward Obi-Wan found Rex and asked, “I suppose it’s too much to hope you were just making a joke in poor taste?”

“You know me better than that,” said Rex.

On the other side of the room Anakin rewound the video of the ceremony and said gleefully, “I can’t believe she dipped him!”

“I have one condition,” Obi-Wan said, holding out his hand. “We elope.”

“Done,” said Rex, and let Obi-Wan pull him up and away.

I love you and I love your writing and this is basically made entirely of squee. THANK YOU!

*totally adding to the SQUEE pile*