#as obi's medic because i'm soft

[bellarkeselection]

Our Little Kenobi

Request from @starvingbrokestudent Can you do a super sweet pregnancy fic with Obi Wan? Like the reader finds out she’s pregnant after fertility issues and Obi Wan is just so excited?! And how they try to keep it a secret from the council and eventually she has a baby boy?

This will be a mini series like you asked 😁

Rushing to the bathroom I didn't even get the chance to remove my lightsaber and my robe from my body because the sickness was coming on so quickly. Holding onto the toilet I puked what I had ate in my stomach feeling out of breath afterwards. This wasn’t the first time this had happened and it was the third time I had gotten sick. Wiping my hand across my mouth I gagged on the taste leaving the bathroom once I had finished. Finding my communicator out of my robe pocket I thought of the first person I could call who wouldn’t ask too many questions. “Padme, can you come to my room please?”

“Of course. Do you need anything specific?” She asked me appearing as a blue hologram.

Running my fingers through my hair with my freehand I whispered under my breath almost like somebody else was listening on the other side of the door. “Could you uh…could you bring me a pregnancy test. I can’t have the medical droids look I into this. They can’t keep a secret if there is something going on.”

“Sure, I’ll be right over.” She hung up the call making me more nervous just waiting for her to come over.

Pacing back and forth across the floor frantically trying to calm my nerves but it wasn’t working. This couldn't be happening to me. I was a Jedi knight and a leader of one of the clone armies. There was a war going on all on top of it. I heard three knocks on the door before I opened the door quickly. “Come in, Padme.”

“Here it is. Why exactly did you need one?” She asked and I knew that she would after she told me about her and Anakin sneaking around.

Taking it from her hands I went into the bathroom quickly doing the test since the waiting was killing me. Sitting on the toilet I just stared at the test in my hands thinking that my life was now screwed. “Padme, I'm going to be forced out of the order.” I croaked through tears feeling her presence in the doorway of the bathroom just watching me.

“I thought Jedi were encouraged to love. That's what Anakin told me.” She responded.

Lifting my head up I felt tears building up. “But you're sneaking around aren't you. It's exactly what me and Obi-Wan are doing…stars he's going to be upset over this.”

“Maybe he will want the baby.’ She tried being hopeful. “Wait a second I should be asking do you want it first?”

Dropping my gaze to the ground floor silence filled the entire room at that point. I didn't know how to answer her question. Being a member of the Jedi order meant that things like love, marriage, and children were out the window. Gripping my hair in my fingers I screamed dropping the pregnancy test on the floor at my feet. “I don't think I can do this, Padme. I can't…I'm not prepared to be a mother. I barely even remember my own parents after the council found me. And then there's Obi Wan…he…I have no clue what he will feel.”

“Have you ever talked about the possibility of having kids with him if you weren’t Jedi knights?” Padme came into the bathroom and sat down beside me on the floor.

Burying my face into my knees I croaked. “We took an oath, Padme. No marriage, no children, no possibilities of going to the Dark Side.”

“I’m sorry Y/n. But I am here for you and whatever you decide to do.” She placed a hand on my shoulder and we both just sat in silence with me thinking back to that night between Obi wan and I.

Opening the door, he walked towards the bed and dropped me down to the bed. My back hit the soft silk sheets before I rose up from the bed staring at him softly and brought a hand to his cheek stroking it softly. He leaned into my touch and brought my fingers to his lips, kissing them softly for a moment before releasing them. Standing tall, he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. My heart began to beat for a second as I stared at him, my eyes directed down to his muscular chest, and blushed at the sight.

I averted my eyes with my hands covering them quickly and tried to contain my blush, he looked up at me and smirked at my reaction. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Y/n. You can look if you want to.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do…have you ever done this before.” I pointed out to him where I peeked through my fingers for a split second.

My hands started to trace his form, I began to run his fingers up and down his muscular chest softly while I began to feel his hand start to crawl underneath my shirt. He yanked my shirt off my head, throwing it to the ground only once breaking the kiss until I was not able to not joke with him at least once. “Woah….you look just wow.”

He glanced down at my clothed beasts staring at them deeply before reaching behind my back and began to unclip the straps off and tear it off me in a split second. I gasped at him instantly reaching a hand to cover my breast, he let out a growl at them pushing my hands away. “ Don’t hide from me, my darling. You are perfect.”

He hovered over me and brought his lips down upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and embraced more into the kiss. I felt a hard rock positioned at my lower religion, he placed his member at my center and looked up at me. “My love, this may hurt for a few minutes, I promise I'll go slowly. We can do this together, the both of us. Since….I haven’t done this before either. Are you sure you want this, I'll stop if you're not ready.”

“I want you. I want you, Obi.“ I said, gripping the bed sheets in my fingers, never moving my gaze from his. “ Please just go gently.”

Obi wan nodded his head slowly brushing some hair out of my face just admiring my face in the small light that was provided by the bedside lamp. “I want you just as much as you want me.”

Within moments I felt the pain suddenly vanish and began to feel pleasure. I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraced me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back. And that was the most enjoyable night of our lives.

I decided after a few days later to finally tell him what was happening. He deserved to know the situation so that we could figure out what to do next together. Standing out of his door I sucked in a shaky breath raising my fist and knocking three times on his door where it opened slowly for him to greet me. “Y/n, what can I do for you?”

“We need to talk…alone. If you have some time before our council meeting.” I almost whispered under my breath before he allowed me to come inside.

He shut the door behind himself, raising a brow. “What is going on, darling?”

“Did you remember the night we shared together? Well something I thought wouldn’t happen ended up actually happening.” Fiddling with my fingers in front of me I lowered my gaze to the ground trying to not show how terrified I was.

Obi wan was a much sharper Jedi then I thought I was though when he takes a few steps towards me. “Y/n, if something is making you nervous you can tell me. You know that right. So what is bothering you?”

“Obi, please don’t be upset. I already don’t know what I am going to do with the result. I can’t handle it if you rat me out and abandon me.” I lifted my head showing him my face was turning red with heavy tears coming down my cheeks.

Obi touched my shoulders, shifting his blue orbs down to my eyes. “Darling, please tell me what is wrong. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“I….I’m pregnant.” I croaked out lowering my head into his chest sobbing. “I’m pregnant with your child.”

The Jedi master froze for a moment so unsure of what to say. He was in the same position as yourself. He knew that the council wouldn’t allow you to remain in the temple. Yet he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist holding me gently letting silence fill the room until he finally separated the hug. “I’m not going to leave you, Y/n.”

“Wait what…are you being serious?” I sniffed clinging onto the fabric of his brown cloak for strength and his arms were still around my waist holding me close to his embrace.

He moved one hand to cradle the side of my face feeling me lean into his palm when he replied longingly. “I said I won’t leave you because you're pregnant. I know the risks that it means for us. But I’d be the biggest idiot if I left you over something we both consented too.”

“You have no idea how much of a relief that is to hear you say that, Obi wan.” I chuckled through tears with such relief off my shoulders as I fling my arms around his neck hugging him tightly but gently.

He tightened his grip around my waist, burying his face into my loose hair. His heart skipped a beat at the realization that he would be a father, he was terrified since he didn’t remember his own much. Yet there was more joy in his mind than fear. “I have been considering this for a long time. I guess you finally gave me the courage to do so…”

“What are you talking about…omg.” I gasped covering my mouth watching him lower himself down on one knee directly before me.

He revealed a tiny black box from inside his brown robe, opening it showing me a simple silver ring that had three jewels in the middle of it. His bright blue eyes poured up into mine. “Y/n, I love you. I know that we are told not to get attached to one another but I couldn’t help it. You are everything that I never knew I wanted until we started spending time together. This baby doesn’t want me to run away from all of that. It makes me want to stay by your side even more. So will you marry me?”

“Oh Obi Wan….yes.” I giggled letting him slide the ring on my finger getting to his feet. He cupped my face in his hands kissing me for the first time in a few days. I leaned up on my toes kissing him back.

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[dameronology]

Pls feel free to ignore but can I get some soft protective Obi-Wan? I’m going through it at the moment ❤️❤️😍 So happy to see you emerge!

i am so happy to be back! i hope you feel better soon <3

obi-wan is very understanding that you can look out for yourself and that you don't need his protection, but the minute he thinks you're going to be hurt, he's there no questions asked.

maybe you're in battle together, or you've just come back and you're injured; the poor man is trying to walk the line between showing you he cares and not outing your relationship to the council

so really, his main thing is getting you somewhere private. obi-wan is a strangely good liar, and he's pulling you away from the nurse droids, murmuring something about a fear of medical spaces and really, it would be better if i treated them so we can have a mission debrief

it works. probably because they're droids and they're not programmed to argue about these things. also, why he is panicking about outing your relationship to droids, who are also not programmed to give a fuck about that probably? just realised that as i'm typing. but it seems like the kind of silly thing that would r/whoosh over obi's head so. i'm going to keep it.

anyways, he has you on his bed in seconds, hands roaming all over your arms, whispers of i'm so glad you're okay and where does it hurt? and tell me what you need, my love.

it takes you a second to get your brain in order, mostly because you're probably concussed and the room is spinning, but it's something he deduces quickly.

after babysitting anakin for years, his medicine cabinet is actually better equipped than the jedi infirmary so whatever injury you have, he's got something to help it.

you don't say much whilst he's bandaging you up - you just let him do his work. more for his sake than for yours, because you don't care if you're a bit dizzy for a few days or that your bruises might linger, but he definitely does.

once you're a bit more with it, that's when obi becomes especially affectionate. he just sorta lays there with you, arms around you and holding you to his chest.

that's when you both calm down, just listening to each other's heartbeats and taking comfort in the fact that once again, you made it home safe, and you're both alive and well. alive and mostly well, in your case.

of course, there's a lecture about safety in the morning

but you've come to enjoy those too

#asks #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan imagine #obi-wan kenobi imagines #obi-wan imagines #obi-wan #obi-wan kenobi #star wars x reader #star wars imagines #star wars fluff #star wars imagine #star wars x you

[blackkatmagic]

Fox/Padme, recovering from grief.

The first time she wakes up and doesn’t immediately want the world to go back to sleep with her, Fox is on the other side of the tiny room, bouncing Leia on his knee, with Luke asleep against his shoulder.

It feels, a little, like the world is still. Like everything is spinning but they're at the eye of the storm, and Padmé lies in the hard, uncomfortable bed, every limb aching with the sort of exhaustion that’s beyond bone-deep, watching Fox smile at their children, and—

Oh, she thinks, and then, I've been sad.

It’s a revelation, even if it should be too simple for one. Putting a name to the grey haze of survival in this strange new world isn't precisely important, but—naming it helps, a little. Strangely so, maybe.

Leia burbles, bright, amused, and Fox leans in, smiling at her. He bumps their noses together, making Leia giggle, and she fists tiny hands in his greying hair, beams up at him. Fox looks back, like she’s the moon in an empty sky, like she’s everything, and Padmé breathes out, then slowly, carefully pushes up to sit.

Fox has been here the whole time. He’d found her on Mustafar, gotten her to medical help, gone into hiding with her. If not for him—

“Padmé,” he says, catching the movement, and immediately pushes up, crosses the room in a few long steps. When he sinks down on the bed beside her, Padmé gives him a smile, curls in tight against his side as he wraps an arm around her, and chuckles when Leia grabs for her hair, too.

“Look at the grip you have,” she tells her daughter, admiring. “So strong. Just like your father.”

She slides a hand into Fox’s, silent reassurance that she means him and no one else, and he breathes out, presses his cheek to her hair. His stubble catches, pulls, but it’s a good sort of prickle, makes her smile.

Fox and Luke and Leia are the only things that make her smile, these days, but—maybe that’s enough.

“Are you all right?” she asks quietly, taking Luke when Fox shifts him over. Luke stirs slightly, resettles, but doesn’t wake, and she kisses his fair hair, curls her legs up under herself to sink more fully against Fox’s side.

Fox is silent for a moment, then sighs, quiet. “Thire was leading the last patrol I saw,” he says. “He didn’t see me, but—he’d taken the paint off his armor.”

All of the clones have. Fox hadn’t heard the order that went out, because he lost his hearing early on in the war, had his hearing aids damaged in the attack. By the time he’d realized what happened, could work out what had been done to all the other clones, it was too late for him to do anything but follow Padmé and Obi-Wan to Mustafar.

“I'm sorry,” Padmé says, soft, and threads their fingers together, squeezing gently.

Fox is silent for a long moment. “I'm not,” he says finally. “Not sorry to have survived. Vader's always hated me. I wouldn’t have made it long, if I heard the order. This is…” He swallows, looking down at Padmé, at their children. Breathes in, and then says, “Not bad. Good, most days.”

Padmé smiles. In a few hours, they're going to have to get up, keep moving; even this far down, Coruscant isn't safe for them to stay in one place long. But—

She’s still sad. It still hurts, the thought of getting up and leaving, carrying on. But it hurts less than it did, maybe, and she has a word to put to the feeling now.

And when she does, Fox will go with her. That’s something.

Right now, sitting here with his heartbeat beneath her ear, it almost feels like everything.

#kat answers #kat drabbles #foxidala #commander fox #padme amidala #star wars

[tennessoui]

Hello! This might be positively deranged of me, but do you have director's commentary for this ficlet you posted nigh on two years ago (https://rb.gy/4epfmv)? I love it deeply.

I've been following you for a few years now, and I'm very impressed by how your writing has grown. I really love your stories/headcanons/aus. Thank you for everything you do!

(link to a prompt fill for "meeting at the ER") (gffa, vaderwan)

what an amazing memory omg i genuinely love this ficlet, even though it's a great example of how i enjoy taking a very simple prompt (meeting at the ER) and making it as complicated as possible (so obi-wan and vader are on opposite sides of the war and they get injured in the same battle and must recoup in the same med tent but obi-wan doesn't know who is on the other side of the curtain from him because vader's helmet is off so obi-wan hears the voice of a young man for the first time and he can't see him and vader slowly grows obsessed with obi-wan's kindness and obi-wan only figures out it's vader when dooku comes to break him out of the medical wing and vader kills the guy opposite them who told obi-wan to stop talking---)

i adore identity shenanigans in fics. i'm a simple bitch. look at my fics honestly, this shouldn't surprise anyone i have like. 2 fics where veils are used, 1 fic where time travel is used, 1 fic where obi-wan almost fucks an alternate dimension anakin without knowing it's anakin, 1 fic where anakin is deaged and put into obi-wan's care like. i love identity shenanigans SO MUCH it's so fun to write what would happen if pre-conceived notions about someone are forcibly abandoned and you're just faced with who they are as a human and who they could be to you and this ficlet encapsulates that perfectly

shamefully though this part:

“I hope you recover a day after I do, Anakin.” Anakin sounds caught off guard. “What? Why?” “If you are the first to leave, I think I should miss your company.”

is completely ripped off of that winnie the pooh quote about living to be 100 minus 1 day lol i think anakin would be such a winnie the pooh fan no matter how many years he's been vader.

anyway it's about the softness and the normalcy and the kindness obi-wan offers to him!!! when he thinks he's just a civilian who may have fought on the wrong side!! it's his capacity to sympathize and understand and how much vaderkin needs someone to sympathize and understand!!!! it's the power of making connection through small talk <3

there's no way this verse ends with anything other than obi-wan's kindness winning over vaderkin's most horrible actions and impulses and vader being dragged into the Light because he realizes he wants obi-wan's soft words. he wants obi-wan to ask him about his day. always.

(send me a "director's cut" ask!)

#asks #obikin #what a memory tho fr this ficlet never really became an au #but i also love it as is #and thank you!! for the follow over the years and also #honestly my writing has absolutely changed and grown so much #in good and less good ways #and im so happy you noticed <3

[shangchiswife]

anakin/obi-wan/padme- period?

This was a request that I ended up altering the prompt of. To the person that requested this if this isn't what you wanted I'm sorry!!

summary: reader is late for practice in the morning so anakin and obi-wan investigate and reader tells them that they are on their period so they call padme.

obi-wan x afab!reader x anakin x padme (platonic)

warnings: none just periods

word count: 829

You had been having a nice sleep when you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen.

Your eyes shot open as you clutched your stomach, immediately curling in a fetal position as if you had been majorly injured.

It was hurting so bad that a few tears slipped down your cheeks.

You groaned as you rolled around your sheets, planting your face promptly into your pillow, still continuing to groan.

You lay there for an hour, trying to ease the pain in your abdomen before you heard a loud knock on your door.

“Y/N?” a voice called from behind your door.

Fuck, you thought before turning over to your clock. The moment your eyes scanned it you cursed internally once more.

You were late for your sparring match with your fellow padawan, Anakin Skywalker.

“I don’t think I’m feeling up for fighting today, Ani,” you croaked.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Yeah, just feeling a little sick,” you said as you felt another stab in your body.

“I’m coming in,”

Your eyes widened.

“Anakin, Anakin no!”

It was too late, the door that led to your quarters had been opened and a fully-robed Anakin sauntered into the room, his lightsaber attached to his dark robes.

His dark eyes immediately landed on your bed where you lay.

He knelt by your bed and pressed his hand to your forehead.

“You don’t seem to have a fever?” the long-haired man sounded confused.

“Anakin it’s because-”

“Anakin did you get them I’ve been waiting?” the voice of Obi-Wan appeared from by the door.

Good grief, you thought. 

“Master she’s ill but I don’t understand it she doesn’t have a fever or a cough?” he told the Jedi-Master as he walked over to where you are.

A stray tear fell down your cheek as Obi-Wan’s blue eyes looked down at your figure with worry.

He swiped your tear away.

“Dear, what’s wrong?” his voice was soft as he knelt beside Anakin.

“You guys ugh,” another jab beat at your belly as you curled up further into a ball.

“Maker call a medical droid, Anakin,” Obi-Wan stood up, anxiety filling his entire system.

“Master, what’s going on?” Anakin’s dark eyes were as large as saucers.

“I’m not sure-”

“GUYS!” you screamed.

Both of their heads snapped towards you, matching looks of shock covering their faces.

“I’m on my period,”

The moment you finished your sentence, both of the Jedi’s cheeks flamed.

“Oh,” they said in unison.

“Can you please get Padme? She’ll know what to do,” your eyes flickered to each of their shocked forms.

Anakin immediately ran out of the room while Obi-Wan stood apprehensively, looking stiff.

“You can leave now, Obi-Wan,” a small smile graced your lips at this rare image of an uncomfortable Obi-Wan.

The auburn-haired Jedi-Master shook his head vigorously before staring at you.

A laugh left your throat.

“Of course, Y/N, feel better,” he bowed his head before leaving, with the shut the door.

A few minutes later, Padme rushed in carrying a box.

“Hey, I heard from Anakin that you’re having a rough morning,” she sat beside you on your bed as you put your head in her lap and nodded.

“Aww,” she said, patting your head before lifting you up.

“I brought you some of your favorite food, some water, and some medicine for your cramps,” the Senator smiled as she handed you to box full of all the contents she mentioned.

“Padme have I ever told you that I loved you?” you said as you opened the box and began digging into your favorite dish.

Padme’s sweet laugh rang across the room.

“Multiple times, yes,” she said.

“Well I love you even more,” you said with your mouth full of food.

She smiled, rubbing circles into your hand for a moment before standing up.

“Well I have to get back to work but enjoy the care package,” she gave you a quick hug.

“Bye Padme!” you called and she waved before leaving you in darkness.

A few minutes later after you had finished your meal, the two Jedi returned, with sheepish looks on their face.

“Y/N, I’ve decided to give you the day off,” Obi-Wan cleared his throat after a moment before you burst into laughter.

“Masters I’ll be alright, the medicine Padme gave me should be kicking in soon enough so I’ll be able to spar against you, Ani,” you gave Anakin a smile which he immediately reciprocated.

“Well, that’s good news because then I was going to go against Master and you know how much of a buzzkill he is,” his lips curled up in a wicked grin as Obi-Wan rolled his eyes.

“Alright Y/N whenever you’re ready, please join us, but in the meantime, I will be teaching this padawan a lesson on manners,” the older Jedi grabbed his padawan’s robe and pulled him out of your room.

Oh was Anakin in for it.

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[purple-ant]

thank you for tagging @bolithesenate 💜

The rules: post snippets from at least one WIP you have abandoned! 

i have a lot of abandoned WIPs, mostly ideas that i didn't feel the energy to pursue before losing interest and right now i'm writing on syku and beautiful comments energy so i don't think i'll be going back to them anytime soon or ever. the language in some of them is very... meh

but i really like this one! 

Title: galaxy in veins

Description:

The Force binds everything, it is in the stars and their dust that forms the bones of sentients throughout the galaxy. The Jedi, connected to and drawn to the Force, carried more starlight within them than was normal in the eyes of the rest of the galaxy.

They say that even the stars go out, but how can one live in a galaxy where they are extinguished?

———

Bail knows how stars are born. How huge molecular clouds, disturbed by the surrounding space, shift and hydrogen particles press together like starved lovers. Closer and larger, until they reach collapse and begin to fall apart under their own heat. From decay comes heat, from which life is born. Not at its epicenter, but somewhere outside, not close enough to harm, not so far away as to remain indifferent.

Bail sees the birth of two, and that is all he knew and nothing else.

Padmé is a friend, ally, leader. Stellar nursery. Her heavy breathing and screams hit the walls of the room, are scattered across parsecs of space, and the asteroid rings shake as the medical droid methodically carries out its work. And now, light years later, the universe exhales, two stars illuminate the cold vacuum. Their first cries are solar flares, causing the devices to stutter. Bail can hear them even through the glass, but Obi-Wan on the other side doesn't flinch.

Padme gave all of herself to the galaxy and her last gift was a binary system. Luke and Leia.

Bail walks like a moth into the light and finds Obi-Wan. He sits hunched against the wall, in his arms there are three hundred stellar masses, no more than six kilograms. Sparkling and shimmering wings, like in a kaleidoscope, fill the room, and shadows fearfully gather outside. Nebulae pour from too many eyes, and Obi-Wan swaddles the children in them. 

“We need to hide, kids,” Obi-Wan says. His voice pulses, lost in Bail's consciousness, but Luke and Leia watch, caught in the attraction. Again, too many eyes. “They are looking for light, and you are so bright,” and he hides them behind interstellar clouds, green and orange silks, too expensive to buy. “Close your eyes, like this.”

And the piercing lights dissolve like fog, the light of the wings is absorbed into the skin, hiding in the constellations of freckles. Obi-Wan exhales, turns his gaze to the children, who are too small, gods, they were just born. But maybe it’s the Force, maybe the reality of the danger that awaits beyond the hands of the Jedi, but gradually, like lanterns in the morning, the brown whirlpools disappear, the blue ones follow them.

“These too, young lady,” Obi-Wan says sternly, with a ghost of a smile, running his calloused fingers over her soft cheek. A second passes, the worlds go out. “Well done, great job, lights.”

The galaxy is spinning, the moment is passing, the children are screaming. Obi-Wan, very tired, very human, throws his head back.

“Let me save you,” Bail unfreezes and approaches the Jedi.

“Please, Bail,” Obi-Wan’s voice is hoarse, but he is in no hurry to part with either twin.

Okay, Bail can do it. He kneels in front of the Jedi, reaching for the two screaming packages.

“Your crude matter needs rest,” Bail says softly.

His friend's mind would not be at peace now. But one day, in a year or twenty, it will happen. Bail knows because he knows Obi-Wan. Not ten years, not even five, but he was there at the most desperate moment, when even the emptiness of space receded in the face of darkness, and Obi-Wan's light shrunk to a single candle. But he burned, stubbornly and against all odds. It was then, on Zigula, that Bail was pulled into his orbit.

Obi-Wan looks at Bail's hands, then at the twins. He doesn't even have the strength for consolation - the latter was laid on the obstetric table by Padme, and he is so tired of fighting with his friends. Obi-Wan slowly hands Leia and Luke over to him like crystal, and Bail accepts them like treasure. The warm supernovae in his hands continue to attack his eardrums. Perhaps the constant bickering in the Senate has made him a little less sensitive to such frequencies.

Bail leaves the room, the meddroid has prepared milk mixtures - hydrogen for the combustion of tiny blue stars, but lingers in the doorway. Turns around. The shadows return to the room, breaking through the flimsy defenses of the electric lamps, and Obi-Wan appears among them as part of the equipment. Another device that has served its purpose and is now hidden under the tarpaulin of the cloak.

“On your way, continue, senator,” it sounds next to him, and Bail doesn’t jump. His burden is too important for him to afford.

“Master Yoda,” he greets the Grand Master of the destroyed order, but his gaze is still focused on Obi-Wan.

“Care of young Obi-Wan, I will take. The younglings need your attention now.”

Bail wouldn't call his friend young. Too old for his years? Maybe. A red giant from which the outer shell was torn off, like armor, leaving it as a white dwarf. An eternity of dim light.

Bail turns his gaze to Master Yoda. He looks as old as ever. Like the one who saw the birth of the universe, held young galaxies, and then, at one moment, only planetary nebulae from dead stars remained on his old wrinkled hands.

“You are right, Jedi Master. Thank you.”

Bail walks away slowly enough to see Master Yoda approach Obi-Wan, brushing off the settled cosmic dust, and the ruined bastion shifts, gnarled fingers reaching across light years to touch another survivor.

Despite everything, there is still light in the galaxy.

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no pressure tags: @man-i-dunno @calcedon79

#wip game #this fic was my love letter to eldritch jedi #angel vibes included #i got stuck on the cody part after this and lost focus #Tatooine Husbands but your husband is closer to two suns above your head than to a human being #and you know #you always knew it #thank you charmwasjess for beta reading))

[hawthornsword]

For the wip tag thing - could you tell us some about Loyalty As A Love Language pt 2? <3

I'd be glad to!

I wrote the first part so quickly I never thought it would take me this long to continue it, but I have a bad habit of scope creep - my stories always get much bigger than I initially expect. Currently it's got its own folder with files of notes for Kamino, Fox, Rex, The Bad Batch, and one that I make myself laugh with every time I see it called "Alpha Seventeen's Guide to Rehabilitating Your Sith."

But I won't tease, I know you want more Waxer/Boil. 😁

Here's a bit of Waxer post-Umbara:

Waxer lay against soft pillows listening to the sound of the heart monitor beeping. He couldn't see it because the right side of his face was still bandaged. He'd only come out of bacta yesterday. The Jedi healers said his recovery would be slow, due to bacta shortages - they couldn't spare any more. He'd have to heal the old fashioned way, and then go through physical therapy after that.

Waxer had taken the edge of a grenade blast on Umbara. He didn't remember much of the event itself besides hearing Obi-Wan's voice through the haze of pain. Later, Rex told him that Obi-Wan and Ahsoka had healed everyone on the battlefield who wasn't already dead. The Jedi got them stable enough for the medics to take over.

Waxer had just sighed. 'Helix isn't letting Obi-Wan out of his sight, is he?"

Rex laughed. "You've got that right. I think he's been quoting studies about the dangers of Force exhaustion. And Kix would be the same with Ahsoka, but Charger has followed her around like a duckling ever since she saved him on the Citadel mission, so Kix appointed him her personal medic."

Waxer had laughed through his pain. Now, he closed his eyes so he didn't have to stare at the warmly sunlit walls of the healing halls that were the wrong shade of gold. The 212th and the 501st had both shipped out from Coruscant again before Waxer had come out of bacta, and they weren't yet out of hyperspace. Bugs, the padawan-healer in charge of him, had looked a little starry eyed when Waxer had woken and said he needed to call his riduur, and had promised to let Waxer know as soon as he was able to. The kid was a Zeltron - a natural born romantic.

There was a sigh to his left. Waxer glanced over with just his eyes. It was still hard to move his neck.

"I'm bored," Hardcase whined. Waxer chuckled and winced. Some things never changed. Hardcase had been hard to corral since they were cadets.

"Case, you got blown up. Don't you want to rest?"

"Only a little, not nearly as bad as you. I need something to do, or I won't be able to rest."

"Ask Bugs when they come by. I'm sure they'll be happy to help." Waxer suggested. Hardcase lit up at the mention of the padawan. They were already thick as thieves.

#tag game #my writing #clone trooper waxer #lieutenant waxer #clone trooper hardcase

[wandering-writer-ha]

Here is the sneak peak for squad 7! @cloneshippingbigbang

I’m excited to be presenting this to y’all! I hope you enjoy it :D

@reaalikaasu is the very talented artist!

Fic Title: Best Part

Rated: Teen

Word count: Over 25,000

Pairing: Fox x Thorn

Tags: cloneshipping, clonecest, CC-1010 | Fox, Clone Commander Thorn, CC-5869 | Stone, CC-4477 | Thire, CC-2224 | Cody, Clone ocs, jedi ocs, Sheev Palpatine, Mother Talzin, Canon-typical violence, palpatine dies, Mace Windu, Plo Koon, CC-6454 | Ponds, CC-3636 | Wolffe, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, Satine Kryze, Mon Mothma, Padme Amidala, Bail Organa, Alpha-17,  CC-1010 | Fox / Clone Commander Thorn, implied anirexdala, 

Summary: Commanders Fox and Thorn are trying to survive the war together on Coruscant. Can they survive Palpatine’s machinations?

Snippet:

Stone’s voice was groggy and confused on the other end of the comm. "Fox? What's going on?"

"I overslept, somehow. I’m sure I set the alarms properly - some bastard must have turned them off," Fox explained in a rush. “Why didn't you comm me earlier? You know that Brink is going to be on your ass for pulling a third double in a row, even if I am grateful that you apparently decided to cover my shift without checking in with me. But I'm not injured, so you didn't need to do that.” He transferred the call to his bucket comm as he finished dressing in his armor, pausing for just a moment to snatch a breath and one of the emergency ration bars stashed in his bunk-side drawer.

"What? No, I'm not still on shift,” Stone answered, and he sounded increasingly bewildered. “Thorn took report a couple of hours ago. It's fine, Fox. Don't you - " 

Fox cursed under his breath, tensing up further. He'd been unsure about whether or not the unnamed thing between himself and Thorn should continue - despite the warm-soft-fuzzy feelings, he didn't want to overstep, and here Thorn was covering for one of his missteps. "Force karking damn it. I still wish that one of you had woken me up! I'll be at headquarters in five. Hopefully he hasn't had to cover too many of the meetings I'm supposed to be in for security reasons today."

"FOX! You don't have any meetings scheduled today. You're also not scheduled for patrol!" Stone half-yelled. "Fox, don't you remember?"

Fox paused for a moment, trying to figure out what Stone was referring to. There was something niggling at the back of his mind, but in his not-panic over being so horribly late to his shift he couldn't quite remember what it was that he should be remembering. "Remember what? That I'm horribly, horribly late? And that if any of the nat-borns we deal with - outside of the Jetiise - realize this slip up, it's back to Kamino for recalibration if I'm lucky?"

"Force's sake, Fox! You have the day off. Your request for leave went through," Stone cut in, talking over more of Fox's babbling with fond exasperation. "None of us woke you up because you're on leave.”

Fox blinked in surprise, and the memories slowly filtered back in at Stone’s words. That’s right; he had  five days off, all in a row. His request, submitted months ago, had finally been approved a couple of days previously, despite the Supreme Chancellor originally rejecting it. 

Fox had Bulwark to thank for that; the Chief Medical Officer had petitioned the Jedi Council directly, citing that battlefield commanders regularly got leave after campaigns, but the four commanders of the Coruscant Guard had never been granted leave because they were permanently stationed on Coruscant. Apparently he’d also had some choice words about CorSec all but abandoning their duties to the Guard - none of which the vode were even trained for, much less had the resources to take on. 

While Fox had been concerned to hear that one of his vode had criticized CorSec so blatantly to the Jedi, he had to admit that Bulwark got results. Each of the commanders would get a few days of leave off over the following months.

Fox, who knew well that the kindly old grandfather persona that the chancellor projected in public was a flimsi-thin mask hiding quite a bit of petty vindictiveness, was surprised that the Jedi had been able to strongarm him into agreeing to even that much, and he dreaded how Chancellor Palpatine would punish the Guard for it later. It was clear that the chancellor had grown very used to having an enormous amount of power and the privilege that came with it. Then again, maybe even he had finally admitted that the Guard was of no use to anyone if they burned out.

“...Right,” Fox replied belatedly. “I forgot. Sorry to have bothered you.” He winced. “I woke you up, didn’t I?”

#csbb22 #cc 1010 #commander fox #commander thorn #fox x thorn #star wars #the clone wars #cloneshipping #commander stone

[vgilantee]

wip roundup!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS!

so @glossysoap tagged me in a wip roundup but i didn't want to go into my wips before i finished my paper because... crunch time :) these won't be in the order of when they're going to get posted because truly, fuck knows at this point (i have goals though dw dw)

on camera - ethan landry x reader, ethan has a nsfwtwt

finish what he started - commander cody x reader (this one is my top priority to finish!)

kix x reader, untitled kix body worship fic. just taking care of the medic like he deserves hehe

soft focus fog chapter 3 - benedict bridgerton x reader, even though it's nowhere near finished it's my absolute favourite series i've ever written so far (this one is second priority, i just need to rewatch bridgerton! also i welcome asks about this series and Dear (which is what i've decided to call her!))

worlds apart chapter 1 - neteyam sully x human (eventual avatar) reader

untitled reunion fic - simon riley x reader (it's going to be so soft and loving because it's an ask from my sweet julie @websterss )

untitled yj!cameron mahkent x reader - hurt/comfort, i haven't written DC in so so long, but i read so many cam fics and had the biggest crush on him when i was a teen

untitled john price x reader - riding his pretty face hehe (i know glossy has one of these on her wip list but i haven't been able to stop thinking about it since i sent my ask so i'm gonna write my own too. there's no such thing as too many pussy-eating price fics)

codywan x reader - obi-wan's been sex pollen'd, reader and cody help him out 🤭

(unsure about this one) dom!reader x sub!chad x sub!ethan - the only reason i'm unsure is i'm on the fence about mommy kinks. if people are interested let me know and i'll add it to the wip list officially!

i also have one that isn't technically a wip because i haven't decided who yet, but i wanna write a pegging fic. OOOH maybe cal kestis...

that's all i have so far, and a couple of them are asks that are sitting, waiting for attention, and this list will undoubtedly grow

all these wips aside i desperately want to write for the 141 i just need ideas (i may have a bookish!reader x biker!ghost idea brewing for definitely no reason at all, glossy i swear) this includes darker fic ideas. i'll be redoing my whole theme and adjusting my yes's and no's, but if you have a dark idea, send it through and i'll decide from there whether i'm into it or not!

#˚:✧｡• tagged #˚:✧｡• glossy #˚:✧｡• wip roundup

[sunshinesdaydream]

I am frantically running into you askbox, out of breath and disheveled, to ask for a crumb of Ella x Codywan!

From one of the ask games, I’d like to know…

25. Pick a physical attribute that they love about each other. 35. What moment did they realise that they were in love?

One or both, whichever one inspires you! No rush 💜

Sending lots of cozy Wrecker and Hardcase hugs your way!! @wings-and-beskar

@wings-and-beskar Thanks for the ask! This got a bit...long.

25. Pick a physical attribute that they love about each other.

I think I'm going to stay safe for the lunch room on this and drop a spicier ask list for the three later on. Because... thots. And how long this goes without going there.

Ella adores both Obi-Wan and Cody's shoulders and backs. She loves the differences, the comparison of their different builds, skin tones, and the similarity of how soft their skin is and the strength behind that soft skin. Ella offers them massages all the time and will give soft kisses across their shoulders.

Cody loves Ella's hands, the strength she has in them. The way that even when she is "cleaned up and polished" for the socialites there was no hiding the little scars she had from when she got overly excited at a dig and didn't bother with gloves. He likes how they represent both sides of her. He will play with her fingers and hold her hand when he can.

Obi-Wan loves both Cody and Ella's eyes, for how expressive they are. Even if they tried to be guarded, their eyes revealed their thoughts and feelings too readily. At least to him. How they would have whole conversation with a glance towards each other. The different ways they would respond when he presses his forehead against theirs to look into their eyes.

And for the sake of completion and in this AU Cody loves Obi-Wan's arms, again for how expressive he can be with them. Not that he talks with his hands, but so much can be told about his opinions on things just by how he is holding his arms. How they are an extension of his general grace.

35. What moment did they realize that they were in love? Ella realized first. It was during a battle that she ended up having to tag along for (tag along or stay on the cruiser). Contrary to what she would have done, staying on the ship to research, she went with. At that point she was still considering it a crush and was kicking herself for entertaining something that would endanger her way of life.

When they got pinned down with no hope of escape, Ella realized she was in love with both of them. She left the command post and in what Obi-Wan calls her "best bit of lightsaber work in her life" helped get them and many men to safety.

She doesn't outright confess to either of them, but starts flirting with both. She ends up frustrated because no one could ever tell if Obi-Wan was flirting with someone or just...talking? And Cody reacted neutrally and kept calling her General.

They realize when they rescue her from the smoldering shuttle she had used to retrieve an artifact. Badly injured during the separatist attack of her shuttle, she was not conscious when Cody carried her to medbay. While she was healing Obi-Wan and Cody both spilled everything to each other. They tried to explain to her when she first woke up, only to get reprimanded by multiple medics and AZ droids.

Adding Tag Lists to this now! Tag List: @the-bad-batch-baroness @lightwise @captainbutterflynonsense @sleepycreativewriter @523rdrebel @inneedoffanfics @cloneloverrrrr @trappedinlimbo15 @chubbyhedgehog @sev-on-kamino @anoushe01 @cdblake1565 @littlemissmanga @skywlker-sluvtt @padawancat97@clonemedickix @dystopicjumpsuit @moonlightwarriorqueen @idontgetanysleep @littlemissmanga@starrylothcat @sinfulsalutations @ailyr92 @anxiouspineapple99 @wizardofrozz @multi-fan-dom-madness@wolffegirlsunite @dickarchivist @secondaryrealm @wings-and-beskar@bamfahsoka @cw80831

#sunshine's ocs #jedi oc ella orunitia #codywan #codywan x oc #clone commander cody #obi wan kenobi #oc asks #sunshine answers

[viablemess]

so I revised an abandoned tumblr to participate in codywan week and am scrambling to finish anything bc of grad school but I'm proud of my progress so here's a snippet @codywanweek it might not be done on time but I'll post what I have when it starts ✨️

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Cody realized two things almost simultaneously. One, the smell in the General's chambers was different. Two, he should not be able to identify the General's chambers by smell.

He had knocked, as per usual. Just three weeks ago, the General had berated him because Cody had been given verbal permission twenty or so times to walk into the General's cramped quarters with his pin but still was not entirely comfortable doing so. Inside, he found the General as he frequently did, meditating atop a faded blue and gold cushion, eyes shut, a river rock floating in a lazy circle around him. Usually, the quarters smelled of cloves, ozone, petrichor, and standard GAR-issued soap. Something was different, though. Something clawed at Cody's throat as if he had swallowed sand. It stuck and hung heavily.

Whatever it was, Cody did not like it.

"Sir?" He approached cautiously, having never interrupted Obi-Wan's mid-meditation before. Something about it felt private.

Obi-Wan's chest rose and fell, and only once Cody was closer did he realize how rapid the movement was. He had noticed before what the General's normal breathing was–he should not know such finite details, he chided himself–and this was not it.

The sand sensation got thicker. "Sir?"

Still, there was yet to be a response. Something nearby was humming, a low, lulling sound that could put Cody to sleep.

Cody lifted a careful hand, and how many times had he done this? He would enter the General's quarters to find him passed out at his desk or on the floor. More often than not, Obi-Wan would awaken before the door fully opened. Still, other times Cody got lucky, and Obi-Wan slept. The man needed it, Cody told himself. He was not happy when he could brush at his hair to wake him up, noticing that the strands were not as soft as they looked but no less pleasant. Once Cody woke Obi-Wan when he tried to transfer the man from his desk to bed, Cody told the resident medic, Pita, to check the General's lowering weight more closely next time. He tried not to think about that, either.

No. Cody was not happy about those moments at all. They physically hurt to be given a glimpse into what he was reasonably sure he wanted but could not have.

When Cody's hand touched Obi-Wan's shoulder, the ground dropped beneath him. Cody was rapidly and sluggishly falling through the inky vastness of space. Falling through something dark and cold. His stomach burned like a high-pitched ringing, and acid clawed at his eyes. He blinked away tears that he somehow knew were not his own, then blinked into awareness again.

"Commander, can you hear me?" Obi-Wan was talking, and Cody was flat on his ass staring at the ceiling of the General's quarters. He groaned.

"Kriff," Cody croaked. He tried to figure out when the air was knocked from his lungs.

"Cody," Obi-Wan said again, voice more urgent. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm alright." He blearily got into a sitting position, looking Obi-Wan over. The room was as it was, but Obi-Wan was awake, and the cushion was pushed aside. Distantly something was still humming. "Are you alright, Sir?"

Obi-Wan appeared confused, his eyes slightly glassy, and Cody's nerves spiked. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I…" Cody trailed off, unsure why he felt compelled to ask. "Remind me to never interrupted jetii meditation again."

Obi-Wan gave a humorless laugh. "I shall, but I do not believe that to be the problem. You should not have experienced such an adverse reaction to merely shaking me out of a meditation. What happened, if you do not mind my asking?"

Cody wrangled his words. He looked the General over at the bags beneath his eyes and felt something soothing, like cool silk draped around him. Cody sighed. "I was falling, it felt like through a large, open area. Then I was… maybe burning. Or in acid. Something like that."

Obi-Wan frowned. "I believe I was experiencing visions, some I know to be of the past, others I could not identify. I'm sorry you had to experience that."

"Visions, Sir?" Because his General needed something else precarious going on.

"Indeed, Commander. Although they have not happened much since I was a young teenager."

Again, Cody let out a long exhale, in no hurry to get up, both for his own sake and his General's. Their knees almost touched, wedged on the ground between the bed, desk, and the small meditation corner with the strange sound. Cody turned towards it.

"Sir, is that new?" Next to the cushion was a stone or some dark matte marble device. It was no larger than a communicator in diameter, albeit a bit taller, maybe a hand and a half. It had a narrow curved spout sticking up like a tea kettle.

Obi-Wan followed his gaze. "Yes, I'm not normally attached to material things, but it's been calming to use. It is an incense burner. Historically jedi used them for meditation but have abandoned the practice due to lack of time. I cannot quite place the smell, but…" the General paused, and in that pause, both Cody and Obi-Wan spoke simultaneously.

"I don't like it, Sir. It feels weird."

"It was a gift from the Chancellor."

[sshewonders]

ACROSS THE STARS (03/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x fem!reader

Summary: Qui-gon briefly explained everything to you and what will be your fate. Then, you meet Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Warning: the cuteness and hotness of OBI-WAN KENOBI, language, annoying children, the council, angst if you squint.

A/N: I genuinely feel like I'm about to throw up because how crappy this chapter is.

Word count: 3.3k ikr and it's still the same lmfao

MAIN MASTERLIST

(gif not mine but obi-wan is.)

A day had passed since you woke up, alone. You woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect, invading your nostrils. Well, let's just say that you were not used to it. Usually when you wake up in your so-called-house, you'd smell the scent of the forest: damp moss, rain, wet tree trunks, flowers, and needle-covered path. The medical droids often visits you to check your vitals. The room was pristine clean and gloomy. The walls were a sickly light pink color and the linens were grayish. The place looked nothing like a room where a patient should be motivated to get better.

“Little girl, you must drink your medicine.” The medical droid ordered.

You scrunched up your nose at the sight of the purple liquid in the cup of the medical droid's hands. “I drank that yesterday and it tastes like bantha shit!” You exclaimed with wide eyes.

“In order for you to heal, you should drink this, whether you like the tastes or not.” The medical droid said, sternly as he leaned the cup toward you.

You whined and aggressively shook your head. “No!”

You heard the droid's sigh in annoyance. “If you're not going to follow, I shall call──” The droid was cut off when you felt a familiar presence, joining you in the room.

“Don't bother, I'll make sure she'll drink that.” Qui-gon said, leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest and smiling at you.

You peeked behind the door with an excited look on your face. “Qui-gon!” The droid turned around and placed the cup on the top of the bedside table, then left the room.

Qui-gon approached you. “Hello, young one.” He then sat on the edge of your bed and looked at you with his familiar soft smile. “How are you feeling?”

“I'm good but I don't like the medicine.” You said, throwing a disgusted look at the cup on your bedside table.

Qui-gon snorted, leaning forward and took the cup in his hand and stirred the cup using the small spoon. “This is a blueblossom tea, young one,” he paused to looked at you, “It'll help with infection you've got from the bite of the loth-cat.”

You tilted your head, a habit when you're curious. “How did you know?” you asked.

Qui-gon sighed. “You had your guard down and the council wanted to find out what truly happened to you. Master Yoda decided that it would be inappropriate if all of them would read your mind so, Master Yoda and I were the only one who saw it all.”

You nodded and looked down, feeling somewhat embarrassed. “I'm an idiot, I know,” you mumbled.

Qui-gon laughed and you looked up at him, tilting your head. “Idiot? No,” he shook his head and he was still laughing, “Reckless, yes.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you, Master.”

At the mention of the name, Qui-gon stopped laughing and pursed his lips. “The Council, they forbade me to train you.”

You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head. “Why?”

“A Jedi Master may not have more than one Padawan,” he said, “It's against the Jedi Code, young one.”

“You have a Padawan?” You knew about Padawans. They are the Jedi and an apprentice paired with a Jedi Knight or Jedi Master for teaching and training.

Qui-gon smiled and nodded. “Yes, and he's my Padawan for about nine years now.”

Hearing this, your eyes widened. Does it really takes that long to be a Padawan? By the light, you wish it wouldn't take that long. “Qui-gon?” you called.

“Yes, young one?”

“Who will be my Master?”

Qui-gon pursed his lips and took a deep breath. “The council decided that it would be best to wait until you reach the age of a Padawan learner.” Qui-gon explained.

“Where will I stay?”

“You will live alongside with the other younglings in the dormitory,” he said but when he saw your nervous look, he added, “Not to worry, I often visits the younglings. And you'll always see me in this temple, young one.” Before you could say anything, Qui-gon's comlink beeped and he sighed before he stood up, placing the the cup of tea on the bedside table.

“Where are you going?” you asked, pouting.

“The council sent me for another mission, to Alderaan,” he said then pointed at the cup of tea, “Promise me you'll drink the tea?”

You shook your head with a smile, “No promises.”

Qui-gon chuckled, “Good,” he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss at the top of your head. “I'll be back before you know it, young one. Don't worry.”

When Qui-gon left you alone, you had gotten bored so you decided to get out of the bed to exercise your aching legs. You noticed on the couch that was facing your bed was a small sandy colored box. You walked towards it and saw a note at the top of the box that says:

Young one, these are your new clothes. Please take care of it properly.

You opened the box and saw a neatly folded tunic that looked like what Qui-gon was wearing and there's also a pair of brown leather boots inside. You carried the box and went into the refresher.

When Obi-Wan woke up, he had found himself in the medical chamber with his Master by his side. Qui-gon explained to him that perhaps he had gotten the bruise from their fight on their mission in Daith but Obi-Wan denied it by saying that he remembered it all too well that he didn't have any bruise at all. Qui-gon reassured him by saying that he might've missed it.

Qui-gon then told Obi-Wan that he would be sent alone to Alderaan for a mission and Obi-Wan had begged to come along but the council didn't approve as they said that he was not in condition.

Now, finally discharged by the meddroid, Obi-Wan walked out of the room with a tired look on his face. The Force had been nagging him all night and warning him that something was coming. All he wanted to do was to meditate alone in his favourite spot: The Gardens.

Turning around a corner, Obi-Wan bumped into a blonde haired youngling boy who seemed to be crying.

“I'm sorry, Padawan Kenobi!” the boy cried then ran away before Obi-Wan could say anything.

Obi-Wan's curiosity got the best of him as he rounded the corner instead of going to path of the gardens. There, in the cantina, was a group of younglings in a circle and kept murmuring to themselves. A group of five Padawan of his age, in the middle as they glared down to something or rather someone on the floor.

“You could've been nicer, you know? Since you're new here.” said the Twi'lek girl in the front, softly.

As Obi-Wan approached, he stood behind the younglings and they looked up at him curiously before they went back murmuring. Obi-Wan's gaze fell on the little girl on the ground, glaring daggers at the five Padawans in front of her.

Her hair was soft and shining and it flowed over her shoulders. As he looked at her hair he notice the way the light catches in it and it shimmers as it flows with her every move. Her tight, light pink colored lips are pursed. The slight hint of moisture on her lips making them glisten in the light.

Obi-Wan found himself wanting to bury his face between the crook of her neck ── No, no, no! Obi-Wan shook his head vigorously. These thoughts are not acceptable. She's a child, Obi-Wan, he reminded himself.

The girl didn't answer and instead, she stood up from the ground and dusted her robes off. She quirked an eyebrow and smirked slightly, eyeing the five Padawans up and down before she crossed her arms over her chest.

Obi-Wan, on the other hand, was rather impressed by her attitude. How could a little girl, at the height of his waist, be this so confident? Obi-Wan smiled slightly, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“What are you looking at, new girl?” Another Padawan from the left of the Twi'lek girl asked, nervously.

She didn't answer and walked away, leaving the younglings and the Padawans to sigh in relief. Obi-Wan glanced at where she's going and ran after her.

“Hello, there!” A tall boy greeted, standing in front of you, after catching up on you.

You ceased your walking and looked up at him. His smooth, boyish face suggested an immaturity that had been long since shed. He wore the same type of clothes as Qui-Gon, but his hair was cut in the style of a Padawan learner, short and even, save for the tightly braided pigtail that hung over his right shoulder.

It was truly an alluring sight that you would always remember. His intense azure eyes met yours for the first time. Goosebumps came rushing in like raindrops unnecessarily with no purpose. You couldn't look away it was as though you were trapped by those lightening blue-sea eyes.

You tilted your head at him. “Hello, there?” you greeted back, softly. Goodness, you despised how your voice became so weak and soft just because of those azure eyes.

“Oh, I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he extended his hand.

You hesitantly took it and without breaking eye contact, you shook it, moving it up and down. “I'm Y/N,” you introduced yourself, pulling your hand back.

“You were quiet a rebellious back there, you know?” He chuckled, smiling brightly.

Oh, by the light, you could listen to that laugh without stopping and taking a break. Wait, what, why? You internally smacked yourself from having these kinds of thoughts.

“There, you two are!” another familiar voice chimed, breaking you from yiur thoughts and gaze on Obi-Wan. When you both turned around, you saw Qui-gon smiling and was approaching the two of you.

“Master?” Obi-Wan asked, “I thought you're already on you way for your mission?”

Wait, what? He's Qui-gon's Padawan?

Qui-gon stopped in front of you with an annoyed look on his face. “Master Sifo-Dyas already took the mission yesterday, without telling the council,” he rolled his eyes before he looked down at you: immediately noticing how quiet you were, “Have you made any friends, young one?”

Yeah, friends, You awkwardly cleared your throat and tugged Obi-Wan's sleeves. “Yes, him,” you looked up at Obi-Wan who smiled at his Master, sheepishly.

I got into trouble, what am I gonna say ‘Oh, I didn't make friends Qui-gon, I made enemies on my first day!’

I got you, little rebel.

Hearing the voice in your thoughts, you jerked with wide eyes, alarming both Obi-Wan and Qui-gon. Terrified, you looked at Obi-Wan and he looked at you back; quirking an eyebrow then you hurriedly scurried away, leaving both the Master Jedi and his Padawan, confused.

“What did you do?” Qui-gon asked, hands both on his hips.

“I didn't do anything wrong, Master, I swear!” Obi-Wan defended himself, “Her thoughts were loud ── wait, how come you haven't heard it? I swear, Master, it's loud and clear.”

Qui-gon, interested, beamed internally and Obi-Wan could feel his Master's force signature, glowing brightly. Instead of answering the question, Qui-gon patted Obi-Wan's shoulder and softly gripped it.

“Perhaps the stress from the mission did this to me,” Qui-gon said; feigning a tired voice and frustration.

Obi-Wan deadpanned at him. “But you hardly did anything Master,” he exclaimed, “If anyone from us is tired, it should've been me.”

Qui-gon rolled his eyes. “I'm getting old, Obi-Wan,” he said before nodding to the way where you ran off, “Go with her and perhaps teach her how to calm down, meditate or something.”

“But you said, you were tired ──”

Obi-Wan tried to complain but Qui-gon interrupted him by a loud yawn. “Hush now, Obi-Wan. Go.”

You were in the gardens when Obi-Wan finally found you. Legs crossed underneath the tree, where his Master would always meditate, your back was slightly slumped down and was facing him.

“You know, I'm not going to hurt you, right?” Obi-Wan's voice startled you, and you sharply turned around to see him standing straight with both hands behind his back.

You sighed, “I know. I'm sorry, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan smiled slowly walked towards where you are, sitting beside you with his legs crossed. He then straightened his back and closed his eyes. You tilted your head and him and he opened an eye, peeking at your curious look. “I am meditating, little rebel.”

“Meditating?” you repeated before you followed his actions then closed your eyes, “I don't see anything, Obi.”

“I have a challenge for you, little rebel,” Obi-Wan trailed off ; his eyes were still closed as well as yours, “If you can find my force signature or maybe just brush against mine with yours, I promise to bring you to the place where only I knew.” Obi-Wan challenged.

“Brush? But, how?!” You began to panic, opening your eyes and looked at Obi-Wan who seemed to be just fine.

“Calm down and take a deep breath, little rebel, your emotions are overwhelming you. Do not panic.” he said softly, “Feel the force flow through you.”

And so you did. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You waited....and waited until, you successfully blocked everything away, sounds, and movements of the swaying plants, before disappearing into the force's flow, searching for a force signature. Obi-Wan's force signature.

You were on the verge of letting your anger out when you couldn't find anything and Obi-Wan had sensed it. He opened his eyes and saw your eyebrows furrowed as though you were digging up something in your mind. He closed his eyes again and finally felt a small brush against his own signature and he smiled brightly, but it quickly faltered when the force signature of yours, suddenly went away. Just then, he felt his signature was wrapped up by another force signature and Obi-Wan smiled proudly. You didn't just brush your own against him, you wrapped your own with him.

“You did it, little rebel!” Obi-Wan proudly exclaimed, opening his eyes to see your flabbergasted look.

“I felt it!” you said, looking at Obi-Wan with a nervous look. “I did it, Obi!” you exclaimed with a bright smile as he nodded at you then you stood up before jumping up and down, “I did it!” you repeatedly said as you jumped up and down.

From afar, Qui-gon and Master Yoda watched as the two of Qui-gon's beloved happily celebrated what you did. Qui-gon smiled softly at the two and looked down at Master Yoda who had his eyes closed, in a deep concentration with his eyebrows furrowed.

“What is it, Master?” Qui-gon asked worriedly, his smile already disappeared and was replaced by a frown.

“Clouded, their future is.” said Master Yoda quietly, opening his eyes then looked up at Qui-gon.

“What does that mean?”

Yoda looked back at Obi-Wan and Y/N. “Felt a great disturbance in the force between the two, I have,” he said, “Live with contentment and peace , one will and live with misery and emptiness, the other one will.”

Realization hit Qui-gon as he interrupted the Grand Master Jedi with wide, frightened eyes, looking back at his Padawan and his youngling.

“But both will live with guilt for the rest of their lives.”

#star wars imagine #ewan mcgregor #star wars #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan fic #ewan mcgregor x reader #qui gon and obi wan

[kenobster]

For the WIP Game when you have time: Skin and Sores and Bones.

You have discovered the sequel to Five Peggats Each!! :D And it's also perfect you chose it because this will be the many words of recovery arcs I promised you XD Here is a taste:

Obi-Wan takes the flimsipad back. His hand trembles with a hint of pain as he writes, even though the penmanship remains immaculate. Many reasons, it says when he's done. Hadn’t decided yet. Probably wouldn’t have. The phrase not your fault is now underlined twice. For a long time, Anakin thinks about that—about the many reasons. He thinks about it as he stares around the medbay. When the lights are on, like they are now, the walls shine a burning, sterile white. The dull gray of the metal counter, cabinets, and exam table are the only accents of color. Even though Anakin stacked much of the room's contents onto the counter, bandages, bacta patches, and other nonlethal medical supplies remain scattered around the floor. It's a mess of reminders—of their injuries and, by extension, their injuries' source.  He thinks about it as he studies Obi-Wan’s makeshift bed. Though the colorless white blankets are warm and soft, the surface of the durasteel floor radiates an icy chill. The fabric of Obi-Wan’s trousers are caught in uncomfortable-looking clumps where they meet the bands of the brace Anakin printed for him. His robes reek of excrement, sweat, and urine—not because Anakin hasn’t thoroughly cleaned them, but because some stains get so woven into the fabric that they never wash away completely—and somehow, Obi-Wan has avoided every opportunity to change them. Anakin chews his lip.  Maybe this room was their best option days ago. They were exhausted. Could barely hold their eyes open. Gauze and antibiotics and painkillers and bacta patches and flesh glue were all in one place and within easy reach. The reality of opening their eyes to something that wasn’t fucking them was relief enough back then. Back then, sweaty, filthy, gummy robes were the least of their worries. Maybe this room is not their best option anymore. Maybe being able to sleep in peace isn't enough anymore.

I used to have a bad habit of injuring my characters (i.e. breaking their bones, etc.) and then promptly forgetting all about it (i.e. next scene, magically unbroken lmao). As a result, whenever I write anything, I keep an ongoing list of physical conditions so I can make sure they're continuously considered. The amount of injuries for this fic though is absolutely insane. The amount of medical research I have done to wrap my head around what is a livable injury, an at-home-treatable injury, a requires-surgical-attention injury, and/or can-be-scifi'd injury is insane.

Idk how I'm gonna pull it off, but one thing is for sure: there is no way we are getting Anakin's shoulder back into its socket without a doctor. which means we are not getting it back into its socket at all for a looooong time.

(Also someone needs to get Obi-Wan anti-depressants)

#i have altered parts of this excerpt bc i'm not yet willing to share the depravity to which my brain went to re Obi-Wan's symptoms lmao #i work in personal injury so it's like.... i know what brain injuries can look like yo and it's like... #maybe you can already guess based on what IS here but i'm not yet willing to expose myself lmfao T_T cries #five peggats each #skin and sores and bones #CW noncon #wip update #ask game #anakin & obi-wan #excerpt

[floundrickthewayfarer]

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

🤩 What led to your interest in the fandom?

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I think I would have to go with Sing Me a Song. I learned a lot and really enjoyed writing that one, and, despite its flaws, I do feel proud of it. Crosshair is a fun POV character to write, and I had so much fun writing his relationships with the other Batchers.

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

I do! I actually get really easily side-tracked when writing. For "Postmortem," especially, I spent a lot of time researching lethal injection drugs and medical information, something I'm not familiar with at all. Sing Me a Song also had me researching computer/virus terminology a lot (or asking my partner about it.)

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

I find Crosshair difficult to write, though I've gotten more accustomed to him. Especially before season 2, we didn't really have much to go on for his characterization in canon, which necessitated me re-watching scenes to try to pin him down. I am definitely guilty of writing him too soft a lot of the time, but it's a fun challenge to try to keep him in-character.

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

There are so many I enjoy! Right now, I'm following Snapback by TooManyTeeth and Silent Shot by IsadiahInDisguise. And I eagerly read anything by @saturn-sends-hugs and @the-bi-space-ace. The last fic I read was "An Honorable Burden Best Shared" by @renton6echo, which made me laugh. ;)

🤩 What led to your interest in the fandom?

I've always loved Star Wars, since I grew up watching the movies practically on repeat with my siblings. Attack of the Clones was my favorite one because I loved the arena battle with the cool creatures. As a little kid, I refused to watch the ending of Return of the Jedi because it made me sad when Vader died, or Revenge of the Sith, because the ending when Obi-wan and Anakin fight upset me.

I don't really remember my exact watch order! I seem to remember watching TBB and the final season of TCW all out of order because I had no idea who Echo was, and had to go back and watch Echo's episodes after being introduced to him in TBB. I also don't remember when I decided Echo was my favorite, but, given the genre of characters I gravitate toward, it shouldn't have come as a shock. (Spoiler alert: they're all traumatized cyborgs.)

#tbb #ask

[crownprincecody]

I'm Only Dreaming

In celebration to finally get a bingo in the @codywankissbingo, I wrote a pretty short little one shot. And because it's so short, I'm posting it here too. So it is on AO3 but I won't link that here.

Bingo and Fic under the cut.

Fic begins here:

His feet refused to move, broken ribs protesting with every breath and every movement. A ring of fire wrapped around his chest, sapping every last ounce of energy he possessed.

With how often he and his lineage had crashed, he would think he would have more experience dealing with the unpleasant side effects. But it seemed whatever tolerance he had gained remained behind him, in the crashed gunship out in the Geonosian sands.

His part in the battle finally over, Obi-Wan's eyes closed and refused to obey his commands. He was vaguely aware of time passing, Master Mundi's warmth removing gently from his side.

The gentle feeling of cloth against him replaced itself with far more familiar hard plastoid armour, a warmth brighter than any sun blossoming through the Force.

Obi-Wan wanted to move, to speak, but his body felt as if he was a mere passenger, his limbs moving as if through the choppy seas of Kamino. He presumed his legs actually had moved, the background noise changing from the chaos of a hangar to the comparative silence of the corridors on his flagship.

He was home. He was safe. Which meant the sun-warmth beside him... Cody.

Obi-Wan hummed softly, inaudible but to himself.

In his groggy, pain-exhausted state, Cody's presence triggered one of Obi-Wan's not-infrequent yet harmless fantasies.

Cody would walk into his quarters, late at night or after a long and exhausting battle. His armour would rest against the wall alongside Obi-Wan's own, and his darling Commander would sit along side him, ready to sit through one of the trashy holosoaps Anakin had addicted him to. After an episode or two, Cody's arm would casually drape over the back of his chair and Obi-Wan would lean, ever so slightly, into his warmth. And one thing might lead to another and, well, Obi-Wan was only human; he wouldn't be able to resist placing a kiss against those warm lips.

Even the feeling of soft skin under his lips didn't stir Obi-Wan from his half-dream. He didn't see Cody's private smile, nor feel the gentle kiss placed against his temple.

He was in another world entirely, sharing sleepy kisses with his beloved in front of a holovid neither of them were paying attention to any longer.

Tomorrow, after a long immersion in bacta he would rather went to his men, Obi-Wan would remember the phantom touch of soft, warm skin under his lips. And, naturally, he would panic - in a very reserved, Jedi-like manner - and hasten from the medical bay to offer heartfelt apologies. And, because Cody was a man in touch with his feelings, not a human disaster like Obi-Wan, his Commander would stop his apologies with a kiss and they would live happily ever after - or so the plan went.

But that was tomorrow. Tonight, Obi-Wan remained safe with Cody in his dreams while his Commander got back to the serious business of reclaiming Geonosis.

#codywankissbingo2022 #codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #ao3 #fanfic #star wars #bb writes #Bingo!

[exonerin]

WIP WEDNESDAY

The third chapter of In Your Dreams! is almost finished. So, that one will go up later this week. Without further ado, here's a preview of chapter 3, which starts with Obi-Wan's POV:

Also, I'm aware this makes no sense whatsoever unless you've read the preceding chapters on AO3, but you really don't want to read my unedited trash.

"We should probably turn on the lights," he decided. Although this didn't look like a medical emergency, Obi-Wan wanted to confirm Anakin hadn't suffered some rare medical condition with a rapid onset that would soon kill his former Padawan. The dim blue glow from the swimming pool obscured all details, casting the pool into dark shadows. Although magical, Obi-Wan needed some actual light to gauge what he was dealing with, and knowing Anakin, anything was possible.

Using the Force, he flicked the lights on, bathing the swimming pool in cold, white light. Although the magical atmosphere was disturbed, Anakin was still a… well, a merman -- a rather smug one, too.

"That was a trivial, arrogant misuse of the Force!" Anakin accused. "Does that mean I have permission to do the same?"

"Has a lack of permission ever stopped you?" Obi-Wan asked.

"I'll take that as a tacit agreement," Anakin gloated, looking so triumphant that Obi-Wan decided to drop the issue altogether. If improper use of the Force brought his former Padawan joy, he would gladly overlook it. Instead, he focused on the tail.

It was gorgeous, the most majestic thing Obi-Wan had ever seen. Long and sleek, the tail was draped over the tiles. Thin as a membrane, a long caudal fin crowned the tip of Anakin, painted in a dark shade of russet -- almost blood red, as was the dorsal fin. These dark hues only emphasized the blazing red scales on the tip of Anakin's tail, which tapered to a pretty pink near his waist, where the scales grew sparser. The pale shade of pink looked vulnerable compared to the intense red near the tip, so exposed, sensitive, and soft that Obi-Wan itched to reach out and stroke over the smooth scales.

He lifted a hand slowly, giving Anakin time to jerk away or show discomfort. Anakin didn't react at all. His fingertips touched the vibrant red first, glidingly smoothly over the slimy scales, which were as soft as Obi-Wan had imagined. In wonder, he pressed his palm against the red scales, stunned by the contrast between his skin and the scales.

Stars. Anakin was beautiful.

Languidly, his hand trailed higher over the center of Anakin's tail, taking his sweet time to marvel at the glide. The scales grew paler as he traveled further until he reached the tea rose and dusty pastel pinks. Somehow, these scales were even softer, almost bending under Obi-Wan's soft touch, dipping under his fingertips. Enchanted, he rubbed over the scales, keeping his touch light to avoid hurting Anakin. His calloused fingers looked rough compared to the fragile scales, and he discovered that the pink scales had veins running through them, barely visible due to their pale color. The scales were thin, Obi-Wan judged, barely providing any protection, unlike the thicker scales near the tip. Intrigued by this discovery, he brushed his thumb over the scales, noting minute differences in color and saturation. Some scales were almost pearly white. As he rubbed his thumb over the scales, they seemed to split in a thin line several centimeters below Anakin's belly button, which was exposed since his tunic had rucked up at some point. Probably when Obi-Wan had deposited him on the tiles. He hadn't noticed, too immersed in Anakin's tail.

And then we stop because I'm not sure how far I can go with explicit content on here. Needless to say, Obi-Wan will indulge some scientific curiosity. Anakin's a willing victim of said research.

#obikin wip #ao3 fanfic