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“birds use the ants’ formic acid as a stimulant, much like people smoking or taking drugs”
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Fantasy: The Towns
- Oak (Centaur, M/F)
- Brenn - Pt 1, Pt 2 (Mothperson, M/F)
- Terryn (Fae, M/M)
- Y’sran - Pt 1, Pt 2 (Dragonborn, M/F, NSFW)
- Yithral - Pt 1, Pt 2 (Naga, M/M, NSFW)
- Tul (Tiefling, M/F)
Fantasy: Hollyhead Forest
Modern Fantasy: The Cities
- Marlowe (Mer, M/F)
- Riox (Goblin, M/F)
- Kamaria (Gnoll, F/F)
- Asili (Gnoll, M/F)
- Andromeda (Cyclops, F/F)
- Isotia (Minotaur, F/F)
Modern Fantasy: The Carnival
Hidden Monsters: Cryptids, Myths and Legends
- Tev (Jersey Devil, M/M)
Hidden Monsters: The Supernatural
- Isaak (Werewolf, M/F)
- Melanie (Werewolf, F/F)
- Milenko (Werewolf, M/F)
- Jakoby (Pumpkin Dullahan, M/NB, NSFW)
- Kincaid - Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4 (Plant Deity, M/F), Unfinished
Hidden Monsters: Demons
- Prosvel (Demon, M/F)
Sci-Fi: Starship Khonsu
- Asir-Ley (Alien, NB/NB)
- Eolitha (Alien, M/NB)
- Sanit (Drider, M/F)
- Arroyo (Mer, M/F)
- Tumelo (Drider, M/F)
- Miyla (Naga, M/F)
- Hawthorne (Centaur, M/F)
- Laiken (Mer, Selkie Reader, M/M)
- Aezova (Demon, F/F, NSFW)
Follower Special/Flufftober 2020
- Sorec (Orc, M/F)
- Ruben (Ghost, M/F)
- Bellamy (Tiefling, M/F)
- Al’diel (Dragonborn, F/F)
- Roslyn (Vampire, F/M)
- Emir (Drider, M/F)
- Rafe (Goblin, M/M)
- Emeric x Meliorna (Forest Spirit/Witch, M/F)
- August x Willow (Cryptid/Human, M/F)
- D-LE x A1 (Robot/Robot, M/M)
- Eilian x Zalena (Batperson/Human, M/F)
Obi-Wan Kenobi one-shot fic
A/N: I’m thrilled that inspiration had finally come! This fic is a celebration for This Time, my first Obi (and first Star Wars) fic, and the love y'all gave it. Thank you 🙏🏼
Warning: Angst. Contains spoilers from The Phantom Menace, Revenge of the Sith (ROTS), and A New Hope.
Parts of the fic were inspired by dialogue from ROTS. Also, I do not own Star Wars.
The door was shut, revealing a loud silence in the small space where Obi-Wan Kenobi was.
It was not that long since he sat a little hunched on the edge of the bed, both palms cupping his knees.
Here, he felt no disturbance in the Force, only a disturbance within him.
Outside the window, worlds continued on their assigned courses and the stars continued to shine, as if no one had lost a brother.
His nails dug into the fabric of his trousers.
Was this the order of things?
Obi-Wan had prepared to lose loved ones, to let go knowing that we own nothing of this world. But he never prepared for, nothing had prepared him for, this parting—losing Anakin to the dark side and having to have to kill the young man he had raised.
He did not kill Anakin. But he had seen, heard, Anakin burning in Mustafar. The latter’s cries of pain replayed clearly in his head. He returns to that exact moment when he turned his back on whom he had once considered his brother.
It is all painful. It is pain he does not wish on anyone, not even his worst enemy.
He had truly been proud of Anakin. In a lifetime of wondering and meticulously checking whether he had done the right things, Obi-Wan thought that he did something right when Anakin grew to be a fine Jedi.
He had also fulfilled his promise to Qui-Gon to train the boy. It was his master’s dying wish.
But Anakin had turned into someone he was not supposed to be nor taught to be. And Obi-Wan felt somehow responsible.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes. His lips parted slightly as he let out a breath.
I have failed you all.
No one answered back but the low hum of the starship taking him to Tatooine.
No one will be answering back for some time, he thought; The Jedi were being hunted down and killed at this very moment.
And Anakin, Anakin is dead.
Obi-Wan’s lips then quivered and his face contorted in grief. He bent, burying his face in his hands and wetting his palms with warm tears.
He tried to be quiet but he could not control his gasps, as the pain burned like a lightsaber though the heart.
Obi-Wan bled profusely through his eyes.
He cried for Anakin.
He cried for the fallen Jedi Order—the only life he had known, the thing for which he had let go of people, the place where he found family.
He cried for the galaxy, this generation and the next, who will live under imperial rule.
He mourned for the Maker knows how long; Time passed agonizingly slow.
That was, until he heard the cry of a child.
Obi-Wan looked up, face half-buried in his tear-stained hands.
He wiped his face then stood and turned around to face the bed where he had placed the child who had been sleeping, just like when he turned his attention to the boy Anakin while they mourned Qui-Gon at the funeral.
Gingerly, Obi-Wan lifted the crying child from where he lay and cradled him.
“It’s all right, little one. Ben is here,” he said, and the child, whose beautiful eyes were closed, quieted down.
He studied the child’s face. It bore a resemblance to the father.
“You’ll be all right, Luke. We’ll be all right,” Ben Kenobi promised the sleeping child in his arms.