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ninjigma · 9 months

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RexObi Week Part 7/7 - First / Previous

Day 7: Wedding Invitation Track: 'Share Your Address' - Ben Platt (Spotify / YouTube)

Rex didn't always wake up first. Though it was rare enough that when he didn't find Obi-Wan's warm side to tuck into that morning, he was wide awake in seconds, eyes blinking any remnants of sleep away as easily as any clone trooper could.

Quick eyes covered the room, noted things at record speed. Nothing was broken or out of place, the patio door was open, but not any further then Rex had been opening it in the mornings, and Obi-Wan's clothes were still tossed on the floor from the night before. The biggest things out of place were that one, it was still dark out, and two, the door to the attached fresher was slightly open with light spilling out, but their was no noise beyond.

As loath as Rex was to leave the warmth of the bed, he was also as curious as any clone could be, and with how silent it was he couldn't help but wonder what had woken the Jedi. There was even a hint of worry beginning to grow the more time passed, Rex all to familiar with the things that could wake and haunt a Jedi, especially Obi-Wan. So, with only a mild huff, he slid from the blankets, pulled on the oversized sweater their barely reached past the curve of his backside, and made his way over to the door.

"Kenobi?"

And though Rex had made no effort to be quiet, had pulled the sweater over his naked form with a mumble at being up and wasn't shielding his presence at all, the word sparked a very sudden reaction out of Obi-Wan. He had his back to Rex, standing almost eerily still, and Rex did not like the completely unfocused look he could see on Obi-Wan's face in the mirror. He appeared freshly showered and was dressed except for a folded blue dress shirt on the counter, but something just seemed off as rex's eyes flickered over the scars and marks he had come to know so well. There was also a hair buzzer, shaving cream, a towel, and Rex could guess what was supposed to be happening. But with the lack of movement he had been prompted to say the mans name, only instead of turning or answering or anything Rex had expected, Obi-Wan flinched hard, dropped the razor, and then hissed while clamping a hand to the left side of his neck.

"Rex!" The surprise in Obi-Wan's voice was enough to make Rex blink in confusion, but him whirling toward Rex with a look the clone would normally have described as fear was much worse. "I- I'm sorry I woke you I was just, er, woke up and figured I'd clean up, of sorts."

Rex shook his head a bit in bewilderment. "You didn't really wake me, sir, just woke up," Rex then took a further step forward, reaching out towards where Obi-Wan was still clutching at his neck. "You were really quiet Obi-Wan, are you-"

Obi-Wan caught Rex's wrist in his free hand, the movement fast but the grip gentle. "I'm okay, really my dear," at this ever so convincing statement Obi-Wan stepped forward and pressed a quick kiss to Rex's palm, which Rex normally would have been happy about, but now had doubts as his Jedi continued to move forward, crowding Rex back the few steps out of the fresher. "I'll be done in a moment, promise. If you'd like, I had the morning cart sent up early, it should be outside now so you can help yourself well I finish, all right?"

Rex only had time to nod absently, eyes flicking to where a drop of dark crimson had escaped down the side of Obi-Wan's throat before they were parted, and the door slid shut between them.

And Rex felt... lonely. It was a hard contrast to what must have been only hours ago, the evening before when Obi-Wan had so clearly reminded Rex of how much he loved him, fought for him the way Rex craved. Now he felt he was missing something very important, important to Obi-Wan. And if he was important enough to know about such things in the Jedi's life, then... well, Rex hadn't exactly been in a lot of relationships, but he did truly believe they were meant to share such things. That if something had Obi-Wan acting like this, then something must be wrong, and that meant something was wrong for Rex too, because the clone saw their worries together now, their hopes and wants intertwined. To fight back to back, never seeing but always trusting the other to be there. Not against, and not even side by side. The blind faith that your most vulnerable could be trusted wholeheartedly to someone. That was love right? Which means no, Rex shouldn't let Obi-Wan face whatever was obviously worrying him, hurting him. He should be in there with him, helping with the cut on his neck, weaving through the usual brand of nervous Jedi Obi-Wan still sometimes slipped into.

But when Rex raised his hand to the controls he thought of that moment again and froze.

Because maybe what was wrong was Rex.

The clones mind suddenly went a mile a minute, tracing over the last few minutes, days, weeks. Trying to find the change, the moment. But he had answers for everything that seemed out of place besides just now. And what could have happened between Obi-Wan pushing Rex down into their bed and Rex waking up alone in it?

Rex lowered his hand.

On the autopilot of past mornings Rex moved back to the kitchen and retrieved the cart from the hall. He noted how it had a few extra things today, a variety of treats like small pastries with powdered sugar dusted on them, and braided bite sized ones Rex discovered were filled with a type of strawberry jam. Sadly though he found he it hard to enjoy them the way they were probably intended. His mind kept blinking back, unsure whether to settle in the thoughts of what is wrong, or that he was somehow wrong. He didn't have any reason to really think such things, had been with Kenobi long enough to build a trust between them that if there really was something wrong and Rex was responsible for it, then Kenobi would come to him with it. In fact, he had already done so a few times, including opening up just nights ago with how he had been worried about not knowing how to give Rex a proper vacation. So, surely, it couldn't be Rex.

But what else could it be? What would prompt Obi-Wan not to share his worries now; what else could there be that Kenobi apparently did not trust Rex with?

It was just starting to gnaw at him properly when the Jedi came into the room, now with his shirt on and a small shimmery patch just below his beard where a pink line was healing. Rex expected something then, an admission of what was happening now that Kenobi had time to process, or even an apology ready as he still had a habit of doing. But he didn't do any of that, instead seeming to be only smiles again. In fact, he seemed near giddy now, slowly lifting the sweater and running broad hands up over Rex's sides. It was somewhat reassuring, the touch calming a part of Rex as it stayed rather innocent and exploratory, pulling away only ever long enough to sip caf or grab a fruit to share; but no talk of what had happened in the fresher came up. And before Rex knew it, the General had suggested a walk and he was holding his hand, quietly following the Jedi's lead.

Which brought him to the beach. Rex loved the beach, loved the water, the feeling, the sound, the smell. This early, with the sun just breaking above the waves, there weren't many people at all, mostly just a few workers here and there setting up morning stalls and activities. And the further down the beach they went the less there were, until it was just them and the waves biting at their feet.

"Rex?"

Rex came to a halt, the hand in General Kenobi's being pulled slightly behind him as the Jedi stopped walking. And when he looked back and found the concern so plainly written on the Jedi's face, Rex couldn't help sighing quietly in his head.

"Yes General?"

He watched as lips pursed tightly, and a decision was apparently made. "You've been rather quiet my love. I know you asked if I was okay earlier, and I promise again I am, but-"

"No."

The snap of the General's mouth was almost audible, everything about him going still at Rex's clipped tone. The hand still entwined with Rex's barely seemed to even have a pulse, everything frozen despite the quickly warming air.

"I didn't ask," Rex continued. "You said you were okay before I got to ask the question."

There was a bob to that freshly shaven throat, eyes that widened and an almost palpable upset easing out around them.

"Rex I... I'm so sorry. I had just- just..."

"Just what sir?"

The formal titles seemed to be getting to the Jedi now, who's eyes continued to try and flicker away. He was fighting something, Rex definitely knew the signs of that, but the clone couldn't honestly tell what. And the more time that ticked by, the more the sun rose and the waves began hitting against their shins, the more Rex wanted to wade into the water and disappear.

"If you really don't trust me enough to tell me what happened, what is wrong-" Rex started.

"That isn't-"

"Or if I have done something to upset you somehow that I am incapable of correcting-"

"No, Rex-"

"Then why are we here?"

His tone was level, Rex was good at that. Clear and straight cut. He wasn't letting anything play through his words, wasn't stating anything other then the words themselves. He kept his eyes up, locked on General Kenobi's forehead for the illusion of contact without ever actually making any. So he was able to note the true flash of emotions play across the General's face. Micro flinches Rex had long since catalogued, surprise turned to hurt before morphing to distress and hints of panic. Obviously Rex had been right, that something was wrong. Something was worrying General Kenobi and the man had chosen to hide it from him.

So when the General then let go of his hand, sputtering through noises that made no sense and hands beginning to wave about slightly, Rex decided maybe they really did both need a moment and turned to the water.

Rex didn't care that he wasn't wearing swim gear, didn't care that he left his sandals where the ocean would no doubt swallow them into its tides. He simply walked out until it was at his waist, gave the General the space and time he believed was wanted from Rex, and let himself sway with the surf instead. The water was still so cool, weaving past the fabric to ease at his muscle and take weight from his bones. His hands slowly began carding through the water, swirling in the ebb and flow of it. The water withstood the test of time better then anything ever had or ever will, and Rex let that familiar thought ground him. Let the waters immovable change strengthen him as it had many times before.

And for how long it was, he didn't know for sure, but the sun was about half way up when he opened his eyes again. He could sense General Kenobi to his left sooner then that, but he hadn't said a word until Rex had taken a deep breath and turned toward him.

"You haven't done anything wrong Rex. And even if you had, I would more then trust you with it as well. I am sorry I gave you the impression otherwise."

Rex stayed silent still. He could feel that there was more; and besides that, General Kenobi's words were hollow if he did not fulfill the truth of them and trust Rex with what was wrong.

"I was just- I am nervous."

Which... wasn't the answer Rex expected. And unfortunately his silence this time was only met with the sound of waves, so he gave in to the prompting. "Nervous for what? That isn't much of an explanation sir-"

"Rex I know, I know," The General had turned quickly, once again taking Rex's wrist in his hand. But instead of kissing it goodbye this time, he brought it between both of his hands and pulled it towards his heart. "I know it is no explanation, especially not the one you deserve, I just- if I go through with it right here I am afraid I would actually drown with my height, and if I don't do it the right way I am positive Cody will find out somehow, and I rightfully already karked it up cutting myself shaving, Vos is going to hang me from my beard, not to mention you almost saw the ring because I couldn't follow the one rule Cody gave about not taking it out until I was proposing and-"

Rex's other hand clamped down on General Kenobi's mouth, the Jedi's looking desperately back to Rex. But Rex couldn't think much on that as he struggled to comprehend everything that just came spilling out of the Jedi. "I think you need to start that over, before Cody really does appear from no where to shove you in the ocean."

As the clones hand pulled away Obi-Wan's watery blue eyes widened in realization of what he said, and if Rex was being honest with himself, which he always tried to do, it was somewhat amusing how this was all falling apart in a very Obi-Wan way. Because if what Rex caught in all of that was truly what was about to happen, then this was most definitely a story that would make it back to Cody, with the express note that Rex wouldn't want a single second of it changed. Especially not when Obi-Wan once again fumbled as he seemed to forget himself and go to kneel, only to require Rex to grab him swiftly as a wave smacked into his shoulder and nearly took him under with it.

And now, both standing inches apart with Rex clutching Obi-Wan's shirt in a death grip and Obi-Wan snatching at a small, familiar blue colored box out of the water, tight enough to turn his already pale knuckle pure white as they both slowly began to laugh.

"Oh Rex," Obi-Wan sighed, face split in the most honest smile Rex had ever witnessed on him. "I am so sorry for being such a fool. But I am not the least bit sorry for how it has brought us here. I have a whole speech memorized, Cody made me repeat it over and over to Quinlan while Quinlan gave me various responses, but none of it was... this."

"Was what?" Rex couldn't stop his own smile that was almost starting to hurt now. "Was you nearly drowning because you forgot what you just said, calling yourself too short? Or the part where you have already blurted out what you are doing to me without actually doing it yet?"

Obi-Wan groaned, and Rex watched as bright blue eyes ensnared in crows feet rolled to the side. "All of it Rex, all of it. How do I even start to fix this?"

"Well," Rex hummed, letting his hold go a bit more slack but keeping his hands on Obi-Wan's broad chest. "Seems a shame to do all of that work and then not say your speech."

Rex could feel the waves still pushing at them, felt it mirror the pull of Obi-Wan's features as he seemed to think something through very critically for a moment before answering.

"Rex I... well I honestly can't. Later, if you want the full thing, I shall recite it with all the dramatics that I always deny having, but right now this just seems more... right. I don't know how to encompass everything we have been through together in some small speech anyhow. How do I explain how I trust you with everything, all the lives and happiness of those I love most, in the same time constraint that I give special prose to how much I adore the way your nose scrunches differently depending on your emotions- like that!"

Rex had in fact scrunched his nose up without realizing at the mention of his nose, and Obi-Wan had stolen the opportunity to quickly pop upward and kiss the end of it, much to the already overwhelmed clones amusement.

"My point is, rún, that you are the light of my life, the one I want to dedicate myself fully to, in every way imaginable, in front of every being who will listen including the Force itself. I love you. All of you. All that you have been, all that you are, and all that you will become. And to share all of that with you would be the highest honor I, high Jedi Master and General of the third systems army Obi-Wan Kenobi, could ever be given. So, letting the years speak for me, all I ask now is if you would give me the most wonderful gift of allowing me to remain at your side until the end, and guard your back as you have protected my heart against anything this galaxy can come up with, and marry me?"

Rex had been biting his lip, trying not to make a sound throughout all of Obi-Wan's fumbled words, taking them all in as the sun rose higher and the waves continued to hug them. He truly couldn't believe it was all happening though, that Obi-Wan Kenobi was saying this to him. A man with a galaxy wide reputation that was only truly rivaled by his own former Padawan, a man who had lead countless successful battles and missions, who had been giving his entire life to keep the peace before Rex had even been a test tube of random DNA. He stood now before Rex, a simple clone, and said he would dedicate all of that to him, if he only allowed him.

And though Rex had questions, like how Obi-Wan would keep his dedication to the order, those answers would come later (mostly in the shape of Anakin awaiting them on the landing platform, excitedly announcing how he had managed to outmaneuver Cody to get Obi-Wan's resignation letter to Windu for absolutely every Jedi and their clone on the platform to hear). For now, Rex only had one thing he wished to say as Obi-Wan very carefully opened the box between their chests to reveal a silver ring, inset with dark blue jaig eye shaped gems fit snugly around a light blue crystal that pulsed with a familiar kyber core.

And he said it first without any words at all, heart bursting in his chest as he tightened his hands on Obi-Wan's shirt again and tugged him in for a promise sealed in a kiss. Then he backed only a breath away and locked a gaze that could make most beings squirm directly on Obi-Wan. "Yes, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Nothing would make me happier then being attached to your clumsy, dorky, handsome, brilliant, stubborn, and amazing self for the rest of my life."

And if there was one thing Rex would never forget, it was how brightly Obi-Wan smiled up at him then after slipping that ring on his finger with shaky hands, or how the sun lit the grey in his hair so brightly it begged for Rex to thread his newly decorated hand through it. To capture Obi-Wan once again without any barrier between them. Just the light of a new day, the waves they stood against, and the currents of the universe melding them together.

Because if there was ever any guarantee in this universe, it was this: Obi-Wan needed to love, and Rex needed to be given it.

@rexobiweek

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allhallowsjangobi · 7 months

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Masterpost 2023

Hello there!

All Hallow’s Jangobi 2023 is a Halloween-themed Jango/Obi-Wan event that will take place on the 31st of October 2023. This year we're trying another format: instead of the event taking an entire week, it will only take place during the day of Halloween itself. Since we realized a little too late that we didn't prepare a vote for prompts in advance, there won't be any prompt either: the general theme is Jango/Obi-wan and Halloween. Aside from that, you can go wild! The event is open for everyone, writer or artist. You can write, draw or create as much or as little as you want. If you want to write 1k, 20k or three different fics, you're free to do as you want! There will be an open AO3 collection for everyone to post their works to, and we will do our best to reblog everything posted to tumblr as well. As a reminder, if you post anything here on tumblr, tag this blog directly (@allhallowsjangobi ) so we can see and reblog your creations.

Important links again: FAQ How to join the Jangobi discord server

Under the cut you read the rules for the event:

All Hallows Jangobi is a free and low-pressure event based on the Star Wars pairing Jango/Obi-wan. The event will be somewhat moderated, so here are a list of the rules:

1) All submissions are welcome,

as long as they feature the pairing Jango/Obi-wan and correspond (as least a little) to the All Hallows theme. You can create anything you want!

2) All ratings and archive warnings accepted

Most of the content will be hosted either on AO3 or on tumblr. Please tags your content accurately and use the correct warnings when they apply. You are free to create any type of work you wish, but appropriate warnings are a must, especially since halloween topics can be open to a wide range of interpretation and can range from cracky to angsty: one might take the topic zombie and make it a cute trick and treat fic, another might turn it into an mcd zombie apocalypse.

If a mod ask you to add a tag, please do so.

3) No rude comments or harassment

Self-explanatory. We all want to have a fun event, so don’t offer unasked for criticism, let people create whatever they want (even if you don’t personally agree with it) and don’t be rude! Don’t like, don’t read and ykinmkato (your kink is not my kink and that’s okay) rules apply.

4) No bashing of Jango or Obi-wan

This event is centered around these two characters, so no bashing of Jango or Obi-wan. Bashing of other specific characters (e.g Dooku, Qui-gon, Palpatine, etc) is allowed.

5) WIPs are free to be shared

This isn’t a secret event or an exchange, so feel free to share snippets, sketches, anything of the likes with people! Feedback can help motivate anyone.

6) Dark content allowed when correctly tagged

You can create something light-hearted or go as dark as you want, but you must tag your creation accurately. Use the AO3 warnings as a reference and complete them if necessary. If a mod ask you to add a content warning, please do so.

7) Submissions will be tagged all hallows jangobi 2023

You can submit your creations to this blog or the AO3 collection. You can post to the collection by either going to the collection page and clicking “Post to Collection” or by adding allhallowsjangobi2023 in the collection field on a new work.

You can also post them on your own blogs. You just need to tag them AND tag this blog so the mods can find them!

#masterpost 2023 #all hallows jangobi week #all hallows jangobi 2023 #star wars events

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kittimau · 2 years

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Just some personal updates again:

Took a brief break from Twitter for mental health reasons. My country is a trash fire. I mean, it always has been but it's getting progressively, objectively worse. It's hard enough living here, so seeing it on my feed 24/7 in a place I go for fandom escapism has not felt great.

I'll return in a few days, but in the meantime I'll still be available here and on Discord (if any moots prefer to contact me there, feel free: kittimau#0837).

(on that note, please support queer, trans, BIPOC, and other marginalized creators if you can, seriously these are scary times)

As for writing...

I've been working on finishing my ObikinWeek prompt fic Let Go and Unleash and hope to have the final chapter out within the week. I also claimed three prompts for Obikin Fest which runs through to October, so those will take up a decent chunk of my time going forward. I'll be holding onto some of the prompts I submitted if they aren't claimed.

Because of this, updates to Troubled Water may slow, but I'm not abandoning it. I just want to work on it when I'm in the proper headspace, and longfics take significantly more thought, planning, and editing anyway. I'd rather give y'all the story you deserve than rush it.

On to other topics; due to recent political events and my emotional breakdown over the Kenobi finale, I totally spaced on answering those asks as promised. I have failed you, my loves.

Two of them gave me great fic ideas, and I wanted to wait until writing them to answer, but because I have so many projects on my plate right now I may just go ahead and answer them anyway cuz I don't want y'all to think I'm ignoring you, or for y'all to stop sending asks (they really do light up my day every time). Either way, those are definitely staying on my WIPs list.

Another ask mentioned Anakin and Obi-Wan in the arena on Geonosis during Attack of the Clones which I thought to do a lengthier analysis on, but I need to set aside time to make gifs for it (unless someone already has detailed gifs of the boys they'd loan me? Preferably of their facial expressions and interactions? With full credit of course!) and haven't had a moment to spare yet. So to whoever sent that: I didn't forget!

Okie well, that's all for now. If anyone has questions or comments don't hesitate to reach out, I love hearing from you! I hope everyone is doing well and staying safe.

And for my comrades here in the U.S., remember:

#personal update #fic talk #little psa #obikin

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ladyxskywalker · 2 years

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Tumblr Writer Q&A

tagged by the amazing @a-reader-and-a-writer 💖

open tag for any writer who sees this, feel free to tag yourself ! make a new post ! ☕

1) How many complete fics/one shots do you have(that you have not published (Yet)?

boba fett, cobb vanth, & will miller fics ! one shots that are almost finished, just not sure what to do with them 📖

2) How many WIPS do you have right now?

too many & 1 collab in progress 🌸

3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?

both ! when I have free time I will sometimes take prompt or photo requests based on a theme

4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have?

no requests right now ! but I will be happy to take a few once I *finally* finish this series

5) How many fandoms do you write for?

too many ! star wars, triple frontier, rogue one, multi fandom, etc.

6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for?

probably 'new amsterdam', I wrote a fic for lauren x leyla during pride month ! & I always wanted to write more for them, so the possibility is not completely off the table !

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or other?

I write reader inserts, & original poetry. thinking of updating some series to original characters / stories

8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for?

dorian gray (ben barnes), king arthur (charlie hunnam) klaus mikaelson (the originals) duncan vizla, michael kohlhaas, dr. johann, galen erso (mads mikkelsen), new amsterdam, etc.

9) Do you read fics as well as write them?

yes ! as much as I am able to !

10) What is your favorite genre to write for?

romantic fluff, emotional hurt/comfort

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?

I love to read soulmate au fics

12) What do you do to get motivated to write?

listen to a lot of music, get comfortable under a cozy blanket

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

I like to read soft smut written by other people, but it's the hardest genre for me to write

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

Ezra (prospect, pedro pascal) I always want to write for him, (so badly!) but too afraid now because a lot of people already have that going on

15) How long have you been writing fan fiction?

Summer 2020, I never thought this would be something I would try !

16) Did you read fan fiction before you started writing?

Yes, I used to only read these 3 series that were my favorites. I used to look forward to them every week. I never interacted because I didn't have my blog yet ! Only my main page. I had no idea what to do.

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well?

I post on tumblr & ao3 !

18) What do you personally consider the work counts of "Drabble", "One shots" and "fics"?

I guess a drabble to me is anything under 1k, one shot 1k - 4k, fics to me is everything, one shot, a series, long or short

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?

yes 😔 I stopped writing this anakin skywalker series called 'In Another Life' it was a cyberpunk / lost memories au. It was all supposed to be nightlife centric, with body mods, futuristic cool cars, & motorcycles. like most things, there wasn't a lot of interest & I kind of wrote myself into a major plot hole ! If I ever bring it back it will probably be a one shot where the story wraps up.

other ones that kind of fell off for the same reasons were 'Winter in My Heart' with viking!obi wan, a really soft soulmate au, & 'Endlessly' nyc!2008 ben kenobi

21) What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on Tumblr?

people in the writing community who do not support others

22) Do you write a particular time of day?

mostly late nights, that's usually the only quiet free time that I have, & sometimes I have to stretch my time so thin to either finish something, or spend time catching up on reading

23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc to write or do you need silence?

sometimes I listen to instrumental things low in the background, calm acoustic & coffee beats playlists on spotify, or asot radio or tritonal radio

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

sometimes I outline dialogue or ideas either before writing, or during

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

I usually post on Weds, & Sundays, or whenever I finish writing something. If it's very late at night, or if I don't have time to post, I will most likely wait until the next day when I have time !

#writer questions #tag games

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glimmerglanger · 3 years

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subobi week (day 7) xeno

Hey, it’s xeno day for sub!obi week! There was general agreement that this prompt should mean a spicy scene from f+j from Cody’s POV. So! Spoilers for f+j in this fill. Not safe for wizards. Spicy Codywan where Cody is a merperson! But no major warnings for anything else.

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Kote had seen humans before Obi-Wan. A few had even been alive. But he’d seen them from a great distance, so far away they were mostly flashes of movement and color, vibrations picked up through the water, the distant sounds of their voices raised in a senseless cacophony.

He’d found the differences in their bodies fascinating, even in the early days of his recovery. No scales covered Obi-Wan’s skin. He had no gills along his back, no spines and no webbing between his long fingers. There was hair grown across his chest and on his arms and, even, low on his stomach.

All of those differences were eye-catching. But they were nothing, really, to the differences on the lower half of his body.

Obi-Wan had...well, he called them legs, when Kote asked what they were. Two long limbs, where he should have had a fin, covered in soft skin. The legs let him move around on land, which was, Kote could admit, very useful.

But that wasn’t what fascinated him about them. It was...intriguing, the way they moved. The way Obi-Wan could pull one up and rest an arm across the big bend in the middle - a knee, Kote remembered - while the other stretched out.

And there was, of course, everything between his legs. Kote had not realized humans left their genitalia just hang out, until the first time he’d seen Obi-Wan bathing. It was just...there. All the time.

His cock, even setting aside the fact that it was always exposed, was….different, just like the rest of him. Kote had wondered, at first, what humans did with it, because it seemed too...soft to properly be used in any way, though he had imagined it would be quite nice to touch.

It had gotten hard, when they touched one another in the tide pool, and suddenly looked far more like what Kote expected. Still unusual, though. Kote hadn’t been sure what to make of the swell at the tip, or the lack of ridges down the underside. Fortunately, Obi-Wan had seemed more than willing to let him explore, to sate his curiosity, and, in the end, it had functioned much in the way Kote hoped, letting him draw an orgasm and release from Obi-Wan.

His cock had softened again, quickly, even resting in Kote’s hand, and Obi-Wan had made a protesting sound and gripped at his wrist, when Kote tried to touch him further, to make sure he was fully satisfied. Which had been...interesting. Kote found everything about him interesting, and grew to very much enjoy making him hard, that obvious and straight-forward sign that Obi-Wan wanted him, wanted to be touched and made a mess of.

He liked the way Obi-Wan changed colors, when he wanted. His people lit up, brilliantly. Obi-Wan shifted color all over his face and shoulders and chest. The color spilled down over his skin and Kote had plans to see how far down he could get it to go, yet to be enacted.

Obi-Wan was, currently, blushing brilliantly and not, Kote thought, from the sun above them.

Obi-Wan brushed his mouth across Kote’s shoulder - and there was a kick of instinctive want, tied to the warmth of his breath, a desire to feel teeth against skin, but - and slid down, lips soft on Kote’s chest.

Obi-Wan’s people - or perhaps just Obi-Wan himself - seemed to greatly enjoy the use of their mouths. Kote had been doubtful about the application, at first. Generally, his past experiences with the use of a mouth during a fuck had invovled blood.

It was not so with the humans. And Kote had found that he was incredibly glad about that.

“Fuck,” he panted out, when Obi-Wan slid further down his body, lips soft on his stomach, and-- he slid his cock free, wanting to give Obi-Wan easy access for whatever he wanted to do, wanting to encourage this southward exploration.

He touched Obi-Wan’s shining, bright hair, and Obi-Wan glanced up at him, bottom lip wet already when he asked, “Is it--can I?”

“Yes,” Kote assured him, hurriedly. He’d been worried, the first time Obi-Wan tried to use his mouth. All of those worries had been hurriedly destroyed.

Obi-Wan flashed him a smile, bright and blinding, and then he was, oh, licking across the tapered end of Kote’s cock, tongue soft and hot and wet, a precursor to the perfect curve of his mouth.

Kote had taken lovers, before Obi-Wan. But never had any of them closed their lips around the width of his cock with a groan. None of them had given him a glimpse of such hot, wet pleasure, and--

It felt just as overwhelming as the first time. Kote swore, but managed to keep an arm braced up on the sand, this time. He wanted to watch, not just fall back and stare senselessly skyward, undone by the pure and utter pleasure.

He’d had no idea being in someone’s mouth would feel so good. Obi-Wan’s teeth, largely flat and dull, were always well back from his cock, there was just--pressure and heat and the soft movement of his tongue. It was amazing to Kote, especially how long Obi-Wan could do it.

He wasn’t entirely sure how Obi-Wan managed to breathe, while sucking on his cock, taking more and more of it into his mouth. He didn’t have gills. And even if he had, they weren’t in the water. But--

Kote groaned, the sound torn from him, and dropped to his elbow as Obi-Wan did something that involved hollowing his cheeks and sliding down further. He couldn’t look away from the image of Obi-Wan’s lips around his cock, each ridge disappearing into the wet heat, only to reappear again, over and over, slick and shining from Obi-Wan’s spit.

He couldn’t look away from the little furrow forming between Obi-Wan’s brows, some consideration in his head - which seemed wildly unfair, Kote had no idea how he was managing to think at the moment - and then Obi-Wan shifted, adjusting his position, until Kote could mostly only see the crown of his head, which was still lovely, of course, but much less--

Kote swore, loudly, and went to his back all at once, body bowing as he fell into the need to get closer, to bury all that he had in the pleasure Obi-Wan was offering him, freely and amazingly and--

He did not know what Obi-Wan had done, but everything was hot and tight and squeezing around his cock and--and somehow Obi-Wan had gotten all of it into his mouth, though Kote knew well enough that shouldn’t have been possible, there was too much of him to allow that to happen and--

There was a brief constriction, a squeeze around part of his cock, and he gave up trying to figure out what Obi-Wan was doing or how he was doing it. Obi-Wan shifted, after a moment, rising a little off of his cock and Kote made a desperate, protesting sound, gripping at Obi-Wan’s hair.

He heard Obi-Wan make a thick sound, muffled by Kote’s cock in his mouth, and then he was moving down again, was he swallowing, was he--

“Oh,” Kote rasped, senseless, and orgasm rolled through him in a wave, drawn out by Obi-Wan’s mouth and tongue and throat. Obi-Wan did - did something again, and Kote rolled his back up, hand still caught in Obi-Wan’s hair, spending and--

Obi-Wan tugged on his wrist, hard, a moment later. Kote blinked and released his grip, and shoved up as Obi-Wan pulled off of him and leaned to one side, coughing and gasping for breath, his mouth wet, smears of come on his skin, in his beard, lovely.

Kote swore, ignoring the ache in his cock - he was far from finished, but he could ignore that, set it aside - and rubbing a hand across Obi-Wan’s shoulders. “Alright?” he asked, struggling to find a single other word in English. “You are?”

Obi-Wan looked over at him, a smile curving his mouth as he nodded, still coughing a little. “Yes,” he said, “and you?”

And there was something mad about Obi-Wan even thinking he needed to ask. It made the tangle of fondness in Kote’s chest spread further, even as he leaned in and licked away some of the spend on Obi-Wan’s mouth - only fair, after all, since he’d put it there - and pulled him over.

“Most good,” he assured Obi-Wan, who shivered in his arms, who was hard and aching, apparently just from sucking on Kote’s cock, from making him come, and that was fiercely, deeply satisfying. “Now I’m taking care of you,” Kote said, drawing another shiver from Obi-Wan and a moan, when he slid his hand down, and set to taking his lover apart.

#subobi week #my writing #codywan #flotsam and jetsam #spicy #not safe for wizards #ah yes the wonder of a b j

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andsheloved · 2 years

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drabble tuesday! ~ another special edition!

hello friends!! another tuesday is almost here!! i've had a random burst of new followers over the past few days, and i wanted to also say hello to you all!! welcome to drabble tuesdays!! i wanted to do another fun and different version of my typical drabble days, so prompts and rules below the cut!! this week i've just been watching a lot of movies, so here is a fun cinema themed tuesday!! (psst i promise i will try to get them all done on tuesday this time)

prompts! ~ i've put together a list of some Very Romantic and Sappy film quotes, and i probably won't actually use the quote (unless specified that you want me to!) but i will 100% write something with the Vibe of the quote!... unless somebody picks 'As you wish', i am putting that in the drabble because its law that i have to, it's too good.

1. “I knew I’d never be able to remember what Nina wore that day. But I also knew I’d never forget the way she looked.” - Father of The Bride

2. "As you wish" - The Princess Bride

3. “I can't see anything I don't like about you.” - Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind

4. "You had me at hello." - Jerry McGuire

5. "I wish I had done everything on Earth with you" - The Great Gatsby

6. "I will return. I will find you. Love you. Marry you. And live without shame." - Atonement

7. "No, I like you very much, just as you are." - Bridget Jones Diary

8. “Listen to me, mister. You’re my knight in shining armor. Don’t you forget it.” - On Golden Pond

9. "You want the moon? Just say the word, and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down." - It's a Wonderful Life

10. "I love you without knowing how, why, or even from where." - Patch Adams

11. “You were the only thing in my life that was real.” - Blue is The Warmest Color

12. “You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love… I love… I love you.” - Pride and Prejudice

13. "They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true.” - Big Fish

14. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.” - Moulin Rouge

15. “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” - Gone With the Wind

characters! ~ i will write for any of the lovely fellas on my masterlist, but since tumblr links can be wonky, here they are just in case the link doesn't work for you!

MCU

loki

bucky barnes

helmut zemo

steve rogers

STAR WARS

obi wan kenobi

MISC. CHARACTERS

sherlock holmes (enola holmes)

geralt of rivia (the witcher netflix series)

jake jensen (the losers)

rules!

no smut requests! (apologies!! i am simply. no good.)

all drabbles will be written with a gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified!

i will be accepting asks for this drabble tuesday from now until midnight (est) january 4th!!

feel free to send in any dialogue or scenario you’d really like to read if you don't see a movie quote that suits your fancy, so i will also be using this prompt list!!

i am so excited for another fun filled drabble day!! mwauh!! i hope you are all doing so well!! and i can't wait to see what you all send in!!

#madeline's drabble tuesdays!#special edition!!

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boonki · 3 years

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something there, something more

a little continuation of a fever prompt, the first part here and the second part by @sonderwalker here! from this prompt list

Cheers to our pining boys stuck together in the snow

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The email he had been anxiously awaiting for dings his phone, and in the early morning light of his room, only a single lamp to illuminate the intimate space, he rolls over in bed to fumble it from the nightstand, blinking at the bright screen.

To the University of Washington community,

For the safety of our students and staff, classes have been cancelled for the day due to the snow conditions and road closures. Please wait for updates from your teachers on how best to proceed with assignments and exams. Updates on future cancellations will be issued nightly no later than 7 pm. Best,

President Palpatine

The same giddy relief that once met him as a college student still worms its way into his heart as a professor, an unexpected day off, no plans ahead of him, just hours and hours of free time. Except, he supposes, a quick email out to his students to continue their essays as normal and wait for the update on Friday’s class. He isn’t sad about losing the day’s lesson plan, it had mostly been a filler class.

He hums lazily, a sleepy grin pulling his lips back.

For the first time in weeks, he clicks the lock button and rolls over, stuffing his face into his pillow, and falls back asleep.

___

Hours later, the sun already cresting in the sky, hidden behind layers and layers of clouds shedding snow, he pads around his kitchen, pulling ingredients out of his fridge and pantry: carrots, chicken, celery, chicken broth, some garlic, an onion, and some noodles.

When he was younger, his mom had always whipped together chicken noodle soup on the colder days, and when she passed away when he was a teenager, he kept the tradition alive. In the silent, airy space of the kitchen, he feels closer to her cutting up the ingredients and carefully dropping them into the pot, can feel her gentle hand guiding him. The ache of her death has long since passed, but Obi-wan can’t help but wish she were here with him, oiling the stove for the chicken and passing him the garlic to press.

Somehow, in the many, many years since her death, the habit of cooking for two hasn’t left him; every time he makes this recipe, he ends up with days worth of leftovers.

The wood floor is cold beneath his bare feet; he didn’t think to put warm clothing on before coming downstairs, head still foggy from sleeping past noon. He knows his hair is sticking out in every direction, and that he could probably use a quick beard trim, but there isn’t anyone to judge him here. No pets, no roommates, just him and his big empty house.

The smell of the soup bubbles up at him: rich and inviting. He takes a spoon and sips on the broth, using his teeth to grab a very hot carrot that mashes easily in his mouth, a good sign that he can turn the heat down to let it simmer while he gets ready for the day. Some small part of him knows his destination, but the majority of him is still in denial. He has so much soup to share, though. Why let it go to waste? Besides, it’ll be a quick drop off so he can come home and finish the blanket he’s knitting, maybe read a few chapters of his library books. There’s something about an expected day off that makes the mundane feel enthralling.

He pads back upstairs, lost in thought as he goes through the motions of pulling a sturdy wool sweater over his head, brushing his teeth, combing his hair back, ignoring the shoddy state of his beard. Anakin had looked so horrible the other day, all pale skin and hollowed out eyes, his voice catching on itself, and god, his cough. Worry pangs Obi-wan’s heart, did Anakin have anyone to take care of him? Make sure he doesn’t die of a fever? He can’t go out in this weather to get take-out, and there’s no way he would be cooking with the state he’s in.

In the back of his head, Obi-wan knows there are very large excuses he’s making for the car crash of the truth: he wants to go see Anakin.

When he gets back downstairs, the soup is perfect. His mom would be proud.

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Snow cakes the road ahead of him, and what should have been a ten minute drive turns into a forty minute one. Obi-wan thinks he has at least six different knots in his back and neck from sitting so close to the steering wheel the entire time, peering intently through the fast-paced windshield wipers as if the effort of looking harder would have any effect on his ability to see in front of him. When he finally pulls up in front of Anakin’s apartment building and finds a neat little spot to back his car into, he lets out a deep breath and slumps into his seat. Maybe this was not as good of an idea as he had hoped it would be.

He hadn’t even texted. Should he text Anakin? Is showing up at his door, soup in hand, too much? Too forward? Obi-wan is already anxious about pushing the bounds of their relationship too far; what if Anakin thought he was trying to groom him, thought he was a creepy old man with nothing better to do?

Obi-wan hits his head against the steering wheel.

The weird thing is, he doesn’t mind how inappropriate their relationship had become. Obi-wan had liked coming to his building, liked texting him about casual plans. He just worries his enthusiasm is one-sided.

It’s been so long since he’s had anything resembling a relationship, so he feels brand new to it again; it’s like riding a bike: the skill will never leave you, but if you take a ten year gap, you might need to wobble a bit before you glide. Obi-wan is wobbling.

Because he does have a crush, doesn’t he? Isn’t that why he’s here, sitting in his cooling car with homemade soup, outside of some boy’s apartment building? Why else would he go to such measures- especially on his day off? God, he feels so juvenile.

He hits his head on the steering wheel again.

The cold is starting to seep through the seams of the car, so he takes a deep breath, grabs his soup, and steps out into the snow. It crunches underneath his boots, leaving a trail of footprints all the way to the door of the building, which swings open easily for Obi-wan.

He fishes his phone out of his pocket. Anakin had texted which one he lived in, but it had felt too… like too much, last time he came. He hadn’t wanted to intrude on Anakin’s personal space.

#344.

The elevator ride is both too short and too fast, his anxiety rising with each floor. What if Anakin didn’t like chicken noodle soup? He definitely should’ve texted. But the doors glide open and the wide expanse of the hall looms in front of him, stretching for what seems like forever in both directions. The floorplan seems to be circular; a little guide that reads “301-322 left, 323-344 right” with arrows points him in the right direction, so he sets off to the right, each step waking up a new butterfly in his stomach.

When he reaches 344, he stares at the door for a moment, considering the fact that Anakin is on the other side of the thin wall, completely unaware of Obi-wan. Something yanks at him to turn back, but Obi-wan would feel even more pathetic if he went home with a full bowl of soup, and Anakin does probably need it, so. Here goes nothing.

The bell ding-dongs from the interior, the sound muffled. Obi-wan hears nothing, and then slow footsteps and a lock being unlatched.

Anakin is wearing his sweater.

“Obi-w- Professor Kenobi, hey,” Anakin rasps out, eyes wide open, clearly startled, and sounding a bit better than he had a few days ago, but not by much. His bangs are held back by a little clip, shooting a tuft of hair straight into the air. “Sorry if I missed your text, I’ve been asleep-”

“Ah,” Obi-wan shuffles in place, embarrassed. “I didn’t text, which I realize now that I should have, but-”

“No,” Anakin cuts in, “that’s okay.”

They stand there in awkward silence before Anakin points at the bowl Obi-wan is clutching to his chest.

“You brought soup?”

Obi-wan looks down to the container like he’s never seen it before, cheeks burning like lava. “Yes! I, well, you see my mother and I always made soup when it snowed, and I always make extra, so I thought you’d, well,” he chances a peek at Anakin, whose features are slackened in a soft smile, “I thought you could use some given that you’re sick and it’s snowing.”

“Have you eaten yet?” Anakin asks, ignoring his bumbling explanation.

“No,” he thinks back, “I didn’t get the chance.”

Anakin drags his door open and steps back, gesturing for Obi-wan to come inside. “Let’s share, then.”

Obi-wan balks at the open door, because he knows once he crosses that threshold there is no going back between them. He’d have officially been in Anakin’s apartment, sharing homemade soup with Anakin, taking care of him while he’s sick. The intimacy of seeing how someone lives, to see all the details of their existence on display, who they are when no one else is around… that sort of intimacy frightens Obi-wan.

“I don’t want to be an imposition,” he starts, only to get cut off by a particularly nasty sneeze from Anakin. “Bless you.”

“You’re not, so come on.” Anakin reaches forward and tugs on his arm, and really, Obi-wan has no choice.

While he had never actively imagined Anakin’s living space, he had always assumed it would be something akin to a sparse bachelor pad, dirty and meant for college students who couldn’t afford any better. But this is a pleasant surprise: a black rug and couch sits neatly against the wall of a tidy and cozy living room, branching off to a kitchen and a door Obi-wan assumes is Anakin’s bedroom. There are a few mirrors behind the couch, and a few (fake?) plants spotted around the room, even a candle on the coffee table.

Anakin leads him into the kitchen and Obi-wan sees now this is where the mess lies; computer parts, nuts, bolts, tools, and loose wires scatter the counter, leaving little room for anything else save the sink and a hand towel. He stands there and waits for Anakin to clear a space for the bowl, muttering about how he didn’t know company would be over otherwise he would’ve picked up a little.

Obi-wan doesn’t know if he even wants to ask what Anakin is making.

The bowl is transferred into the microwave, cooking for a few minutes on low to properly reheat, and Obi-wan sets out to find some spoons so he’s not left in awkward, still silence.

“Sorry there’s no table, I never really have anyone over and it takes up so much space, so,” Anakin is blushing, either embarrassed to have someone over or still running a fever. Maybe a bit of both. “Oh, here, in that drawer,” he motions to Obi-wan, crowding into his space to pull open the drawer. Obi-wan stiffens at their proximity; he can feel the heat pouring off of Anakin, and he grips the spoons like his life depends on it.

They perch by the counter, listening to the hum of the microwave.

“What are you doing during winter break?” Anakin asks him, breaking the quiet.

Obi-wan breaths in, thinking of his answer. “I’m not sure, probably just relax. Maybe work on my library books, plan for winter quarter.”

Anakin scoffs, and it turns into a full blown hacking spree. When he’s done, he winces. “Sorry, your plans are so sad my whole body freaked out.”

He snorts. “My plans aren’t sad. What are you doing, then?”

“Well, now that I’ve graduated, I suppose I should be looking for a job, so probably that.” Anakin stares up at the soup rotating in the microwave in contemplation.

Something small and sad tugs at Obi-wan’s heart. He had forgotten that Anakin wouldn’t be around anymore. No more impromptu office visits.

“But,” Anakin continues, “it would be nice to have help with my resume and interviewing.” He glances at Obi-wan out of the corner of his eyes.

The microwave beeps: the soup is finished reheating.

“Of course, I’d be happy to help.” Obi-wan says, warmth flooding his tone. He’s grateful that Anakin still wants him in his life, still wants his help.

Anakin sniffles and splits the soup into two bowls, handing one to Obi-wan, who is still holding both their spoons.

“You wanna watch something? We can sit on the couch.” Anakin says, and motions for Obi-wan to follow. Obi-wan tentatively settles into the couch, which is surprisingly cushy, as Anakin flips open Netflix and pulls up The Great British Baking Show.

“Is this okay? It’s kind of addictive.” Anakin looks suddenly self-conscious about his choice in television, grabbing a set of glasses from his coffee table. They are way too big for him and nearly slide down his nose in seconds. Obi-wan might combust.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

Anakin shifts. “Only to see long distances, I mostly just use them for watching things.”

Obi-wan nods at that, and throws a hand up in the air towards the TV screen. “This is fine, I like cooking shows.”

“They’re definitely my guilty pleasure, I’ve always wished I was better at cooking.” Anakin blows on the soup on his spoon, eyes glued to the TV.

The hosts introduce the challenge, and Obi-wan looks down at his soup, stirring it all absentmindedly. “I can teach you, if you want. My mom passed a lot onto me before she, well.” Obi-wan smiles at him. “I’d like to think I’m a pretty good cook.”

Anakin pushes his glasses back on his face. “If the soup is anything to go by, I believe you.”

He chuckles, shifting his attention back to the TV. Helping Anakin find a job, teaching him how to cook- they’re both just trying to find excuses to stay in each other’s lives. It’d be endearing if it weren’t so sad.

The episode drags out, a winner is named and someone gets sent home, and Anakin and Obi-wan are long finished with their soup, the bowls having been discarded onto the coffee table a while ago. When the credits roll, neither of them get up, and the next episode autoplays. Obi-wan hopes he isn’t overstaying his visit, but Anakin seems comfortable and relaxed. Anakin offers him a blanket, and Obi-wan drapes it over his lower body, slouching further into the couch.

Over the next few hour long episodes, they seem to inch closer, fully lounging now. Jokes are made, laughter is shared, and Obi-wan keeps handing him tissues, grateful that he isn’t wiping his snot on the sweater’s sleeve.

He still can’t believe he’s sitting here on Anakin’s couch, watching a cooking show, while Anakin sits next to him wearing one of his sweaters.

Maybe he is the one with a delirious fever?

The fourth episode draws to a close, and Obi-wan spares a glance at one of the windows, where the afternoon had faded into evening. “I still don’t think she should have won, did you see the state of her frosting?” He stands up and stretches, sighing in relief when a few of his bones pop, laughing when Anakin’s do the same. “I should probably get going, though, it’s getting dark.”

But when the pair make it to the window, they are greeted by glistening white, snow almost completely covering the cars parked outside. There’s no way he can drive home in this, and they both know it. The air seems to thicken between them.

“Hey, you can crash on the couch and drive home once the snowplow has been through?” Anakin, though standing right next to him, seems miles away, his tone small and unsure.

“Surely not, you’ve already let me stay long as it is. I’ll…” he trails off, thinking.

“What, walk home?” Anakin supplies, shaking his head. “Absolutely not, you can stay. I don’t mind,” he places a hand on Obi-wan’s arm, “really.”

“You’re right, I don’t have much of a choice.” Obi-wan laughs under his breath. Still, if he did have the choice, he’d want to stay. Not that he’d ever admit that to Anakin.

Anakin takes the few steps back to the couch, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around himself like a cape. “Well, should we finish the season then?”

_____

It’s midnight by the time the pair are too tired to stay awake, drifting off into separate spaces.

“Can I borrow something to sleep in?” Obi-wan asks Anakin, who is standing in the doorway to his room. From what Obi-wan can see, it looks a lot like the living room, all blacks and soft fabrics.

Anakin’s eyes widen. “Uh, yes. Hold on.” He disappears into his room and comes back with a blue flannel pajama set. “Here, the bathroom is just across the kitchen.”

Obi-wan takes the little pile of clothing from him with a soft thanks and retreats to the bathroom to change. The pants are entirely too long on him, and the shirt hangs on him, clearly meant for someone who has a little broader shoulders. But the set smells like Anakin, and Obi-wan wants to breathe it in forever.

When he comes out, Anakin bites back a smile, holding his lower lip between his teeth. He doesn’t say anything though, and Obi-wan is both disappointed and relieved.

“So there’s a bunch of blankets on the couch for you, let me know if you need anything else.” He says, backing into his room.

Obi-wan clears his throat. “Of course. Goodnight, Anakin.”

Anakin dips his head and closes his door. “Goodnight.”

In the dark of the living room, Obi-wan shakes the blankets out so they lay flat over the couch, and slips his legs under them to get comfortable, laying on back to stare at the ceiling.

What a day.

If someone had told him this was what his snow day would’ve looked like, he would’ve laughed in their face. Just under two weeks ago, they had been huddled together in his office, working on Anakin’s paper like normal. And now, he’s spending the night at Anakin’s apartment. And while Anakin technically isn’t a student anymore, and certainly not his student any more by a long shot, there’s still a sticky and uncomfortable unease sitting in his gut; he doesn’t know how old Anakin is, but Obi-wan is surely much older than him. Plus, he doesn’t know if there’s a power play at hand, what if Anakin just thinks he’s being a creepy old man and feels obligated to let him stay?

But he thinks about the way Anakin’s flashed with happiness when Obi-wan laughed at one of his jokes during the show, the way they inched towards each other, Anakin’s face when Obi-wan came out of the bathroom in his pajamas.

Needless to say, Obi-wan doesn’t get much sleep. Instead, he thinks about the fact that Anakin is also lying down, just a thin apartment wall in between them, and watches the large snowflakes drift down in silent waves outside.

Obi-wan wonders if Anakin is sleeping in his sweater. He hopes he is.

#obikin #fever prompt #boonki writes #someday theyll quit pining and actually get together #someday

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imakemywings · 3 years

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End of the year fic meme

Tagged by: @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold ! So the beginning of this year I got a fair bit of writing in, being inspired by new fandoms, but of course after school started I got nothing done lol Grad school fries my brain way too much to have time and inspiration for writing.

I saw other folks do a little table for this so here’s my compiled fic from this year, in the order it was written:

New things I tried this year:

I wrote for new fandoms this year! Last year, 2019, was the first time I wrote for Dragon Age, which was the first fandom I’ve really written for outside Hetalia in like, eight years lol This year I continued on that, and I wrote for Mass Effect an Beastars for the first time. It was kind of intimidating to take on new characters, after spending so many years on familiar faces, but it was lots of fun! It was so nice to have inspiration for new things and I really enjoyed tackling fresh material.

I also dug into DA characters I hadn’t written before, like Vivienne and Blackwall, which was also fun!

Fic I spent the most time on

Oh that’s tough...it was probably And Around Her Neck, A String of Comets, although it went so fast, it didn’t feel long at all! It was a Monday morning at work I decided to write a little fic touching on some of the main events of Vivienne’s life in my down time at work...this was the last week I was in the office before we were sent home as a precautionary COVID-19 measure, so it turned out to be a very slow week, and I ended up being quite a bit more inspired for this fic than I expected! I spent 7 straight days on it and it’s one of the longest things I’ve ever published (being as I don’t usually write chapter fics).

Fic I spent the least time on:

Tissaia’s Blush, a 15-minute fic prompt about Aethyta and Benezia’s break-up

Favorite thing I wrote:

Definitely And Around Her Neck, A String of Comets. It was so unexpected and I’m still very pleased with how it turned out. I had meant to write more to accompany it, but my summer got eaten up with Beastars. Maybe now I’ll have more time for that!

Favorite thing I read:

I don’t honestly read a ton of fic these days, especially with school, but there were some really good things I read I’ll see if I can recall them all.

1. Heartkiller by Amalysstuff -- An excellent FrUK vampire AU fic on which I am still due to leave a suitable comment. Highly, highly recommend.

2. The Order of Succession by Cartadwarfwithaheartofgold -- Aeducan family politics at its best. This little fic is a ton of fun, especially if you enjoy either of the dwarf origins from DA:O.

3. Shadow Boxing by hibernate -- Excellent Iron Bull and Vivienne dynamics, a really fun little piece. This author gets both of their characters so well.

4. by the horns by staircased -- Hawke and the Arishok have a slightly more complicated relationship. Just a fascinating dynamic here and the ending hits hard.

5. Make Thousands Working From Home! by virdant -- The Dark Side is a multi-level marketing scheme and Obi-wan is not having it. A very short fic that is so very entertaining.

6. Bone White, Blood Red, Gunmetal Gray by baeowulf -- An excellent and amazingly detailed AU where Haru frees herself from the Shishigumi and then sets off with Louis and Legoshi to dismantle a crime ring. If you’re into Beastars at all I highly recommend this one.

7. Unconquered by Chocochipbiscuit -- BOYYYYYY this is undoubtedly my favorite rarepair fic I’ve read in a long time! It’s Svarah/Vivienne and it is sooo well-done; this author has a fantastic grip on Vivienne’s character which is so rare to see in this fandom. Cannot give enough kudos.

8. Paper Flowers by quiet_one -- Thane and Irikah’s relationship pre-canon. A wonderful exploration of something we don’t see much detailed in the game.

9. New Mexican Sunset by lunarcrowly -- Very touching canon divergent fic where Shepard gets to visit New Mexico with Thane after ME2 <3

10. Insomnia by dictionarywrites -- A wonderful character study, particularly of Vivienne. I have a soft spot for any fic that does her justice and this one does much more than that.

11. Hamster Dance by MadameBager -- Shenanigans ensue after Shepard leaves her hamster in Tali and Garrus’ care for a bit. It’s a really fun read.

12. The Creature in the Woods by apfelgranate -- A young Adaar wants to learn magic from Solas. An original and fascinating take on an AU relationship between a mage Adaar and Solas--really interesting!

13. Feral Beasts and Fine Clothes by SargantEnfield -- Another Beastars AU with some fun worldbuilding. I really love how this author handles the relationship between Louis and Haru.

14. hatred grows in empty spaces by kierkegarden -- Count Dooku considers his apprentices. A really neat character study that gives more depth to the Count than we see in either the movies or the TV show,

15. there’ll be bluebirds by hetahonda -- Some FrUK moments in recent history. Delightful banter and very solid character depictions here.

16. Songs that Voices Never Share by puella_nerdii -- Obi-wan/Ventress with all the requisite snarky banter.

17. I Guess I’m a Bad Liar by pocketfullofbees -- Fantastic examination of Haru/Louis/Legoshi. Just beautifully well-done.

18. Lorem Ipsum by Anonymous -- This is slightly cheating because I first read this fic in like, 2013, but the author this year decided to publish on AO3 from the kink meme so it makes the list. Historically, my favorite FrUK fic of all time.

19. Leuctomy by silkinsilence -- A very dark character look at Widowmaker and Moira’s relationship.

20. London Calling by SansSoucis -- Beautifully destructive FrUK.

21. after the flood, all the colors came out by madambadger -- A fantastic Shepard/Tali. Just wonderful, with a look at their relationship after the reclamation of Rannoch.

22. Ante Meridiem by astraielle -- Angsty Shrios where we see how Shepard’s responsibilities actually affect her.

23. Prayers for the Wicked by CelticKnot -- Hnnnnng I literally cannot say enough good things about this author and how they write, and especially how they write Thane. Holy shit. If you have even a passing interest in his character you owe it to yourself to read some of this author’s work. Also, their grasp on narrative structure is absolutely phenomenal.

24. Rakhana by DrJekyl -- Mass Effect galaxy politics as the fate of Rakhana and the drell comes to a head. Absolutely my kind of shit.

25. Homecoming by DrJekyl -- Aethyta backstory, and very well-done.

26. Like Chewing On Pearls by Amalysstuff -- Historical fem!FrUK and just again I have to give this author credit. This is good stuff.

27. Compromised by CelticKnot -- Yeah another CK fic here because you should read it. Drack narrates for the crew of the Tempest a mission he once ran with Thane Krios.

28. Beyond the Sea by Flyingicecreamtruck -- Knocked unconscious, Shepard has a discussion with Irikah Krios.

29. Cold by emptykitkat -- Sebastian helps Fenris recover after Kirkwall. Really neat look at both Fenris’ character and the depth of healing he needs to truly be free.

30. Contentment by PennyFortheGuy -- One of the few Hawke/Orsino fics on AO3 and lots of fun.

Writing goals for next year:

Honestly, next year is going to be 100% dedicated to school, so I’ll be happy to find time to write at all.

#tagged #wow that got long

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shadowsong26fic · 4 years

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Coming Attractions!

A day late, whoops…ah well. Let’s pretend it’s still the first Monday of the month, which means Coming Attractions!

Also, as a reminder, I have set up a Discord server for my writing--basically intended to be an extension/more interactive version of this blog. Feel free to stop by and say hi!

Short update this month, because I…did not get a whole lot done last month, whoops. Uh, I was possibly going to do Camp NaNo for July but I didn’t get my thoughts organized in time…but anyway, a quick overview of goals for the month! I think I did some more prompt ficlets since the last update? But we haven’t had any rounds lately…anyway, those can be found in the tag. I also did a couple things for a prompt meme on DW. Other than that…it’s been a quiet month on my end.

I really, genuinely, I swear, actually will finish this arc of Precipice in July, lol. Hopefully get at least one chapter of Preludes and/or Protectors out as well, but if I can just get these last two chapters done, I will be Happy. There’s basically…four or five scenes left? One bit with Obi-Wan and Anakin and Artoo and Dr. Naar that’s been very slow going and is really like two or three half-scenes sort of cobbled together; a bit with Bail and Ahsoka and Rex and Leia (which is also...a couple half-scenes stitched together, lol); a bit with Sidious and Lavinia that’s mostly finished; and a Padme POV scene to close out the arc. Right now, the plan is for these to go into two chapters, and then we’re done!

Preludes will probably get posted out of order, since it’s backfilling stuff in the skip between arc 7 and arc 8, but at minimum it will deal with Palpatine’s next apprentice, some of what the Ghost Crew gets up to in this AU, and probably Maul will show up. The first one will probably be a scene/sequence with Kallus and Lavinia, but there’s a couple other possibilities I’m contemplating as well (Hondo facilitating some contacts, what the hell has Maul been up to, Apprentice #5’s debut…we’ll see!)

And, since y’all have been So Patient with my lack of updates the last few months, here’s a teaser for one of the first few chapters of Protectors!

“You need to move,” Obi-Wan said, quietly. “I don’t think the message can be traced to you, but if the Empire starts looking closer at the planet…”

Owen seemed about to object, but Beru put her hand on his. “We understand,” she said. “I know there’s a contingency, but I’m not clear on the details.”

“Pack,” Obi-Wan said. “We’ll stage it like the farm’s been attacked.”

“Will we be able to come back? Eventually?” Owen asked.

“I hope so,” he said, but he refused to promise more than he could be sure to deliver. “And there will be...enough to rebuild from, if you do.”

“Sand people,” Owen guessed, voice hard.

“Yes,” he said. “Credible, at least to fool any Imperial patrols that come by. The locals may suspect, but if they do…”

“They’ll most likely suspect it’s the Empire or Jabba covering something up,” Beru finished for him. “Where will we go?”

“Alderaan,” Obi-Wan said. “Or Chandrilla. Whichever has a sooner flight.” Given a choice, his personal preference would be for Alderaan--if only because Senator Mothma had been the one to take their movement public, and Bail’s reputation was still more or less unimpeachable. But either would serve to keep the Larses safe.

“That’s far,” Owen said.

“It will keep you safe,” he said.

In other SW fic news...well, as implied above, I am hoping to get at least one Precipice update out this week, but I’m not 100% solid on that, since I also have an exchange fic I need to finish for next Monday. I’m…behind, lol; there was a lot of waffling back and forth on exactly what I wanted to do for it. But I’m on track now! And I thrive on tight externally-imposed deadlines so I’m not worried about finishing XD.

I am still working on OFLAM, and a new dragonshifters AU I’ve started building, off and on. I’m still sorting out some details for the latter, especially in terms of how many people know about Anakin being a shifter (I would…like to keep it to the bare minimum as of when the Clone Wars starts, meaning while Obi-Wan probably knows the rest of the Order somehow doesn’t? So it’s like a Big Deal when Padme and Ahsoka find out). Most of what I’ve actually written has to do with my girl Bo-Katan, though I’ve done a bit with Padme and Anakin as well. I’m also still. Uh. Searching for an actual Plot??? Beyond just ‘this is a cool concept and there’s significantly/interestingly Different cultural baggage for my three shifters,’ which is about where I am now. Anyway, probably either the shifters AU or OFLAM will end up being my SWBB project for next year, unless I get struck by another interesting ObiAniDala concept, which has been what’s happened the last two years, lol…

In other fandom/non-SW fic news, as I think I mentioned last month, I’ve started drifting back into ATLA fandom. Rereading some of my old fics/RPs, toying with plots/concepts/crossovers of varying levels of self-indulgence…I’m not sure I’m actually going to write anything, but it’s definitely a possibility? If nothing else, I might flesh out/fulltext some of the super self-indulgent stuff I’ve been playing with, just to get it on paper and out of my head. Or I might put together something postable (although the one that’s getting the most traction in my brain actually might work better if I file the serial numbers off and put it into an original story…who knows.) I’m also going to do an organized rewatch of my own at some point (my roommate’s been watching the series, but I’m in and out while she does so I keep missing bits) which will probably finalize any nebulous plans I might have. Anyway, I don’t think ATLA is going to drag me out of SW but I’ll possibly/probably be writing for both for a while? Which I don’t plan to impact Precipice, and I do plan to do BB next year as discussed above, but if this does start happening, other projects will probably be put even more on the back burner/on hold for a while. We’ll see, we’ll see…

I’m also hoping to get some original stuff done this month, because I feel like I’ve been neglecting my own stuff even more than my fic projects lately, lol…

Anyway, this weekend, I’m hoping to get a good bit of writing done. I’ll be somewhere quiet with minimal internet access for a couple days (at least that’s the way it’s been when I’ve been there before, it might have changed since then, who knows). So I probably won’t get distracted by variants of 2048 (that Doctor Who one I don’t even go there AND YET) or watching Netflix or…though I may be bringing my lacework, which also takes a fair amount of time away from writing, so…we’ll see XD

…anyway, this turned out a lot longer than I thought it would. So much for a short update! But in the meantime, what have you guys been up to? Any plans/projects in the pipeline? Open question night? What’s on your mind?

#miscellania #coming attractions #shadowsong writes star wars #precipice verse #preview #feedback greatly appreciated #open question night

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ysalamiri-queen · 4 years

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2019 Fic in Review

Inspired by @myevilmouse I’m going to sum up all the writing I’ve been up to the past year. I’m really proud of what I’ve accomplished, and thanks to you all for the encouragement to put my ideas out into the world! This has been a year of trying new things, and really growing as an author I feel… And wow according to AO3 I’ve written about 400k words in the past 12 months, damn. So let’s get to the list, going from the beginning of the year to the end, and as always please heed the tags on these before reading.

Note: As I go back, I’m realizing a lot of the links were messed up or are just straight missing. I am on the Mobile App so things can get messy. Please visit my works page on AO3 HERE to see all of these on my page under JessKo and my other pseuds.

1 Late Night at the Slab

Idea: Filling a prompt for the Thryce server in which some, uh, unique Chiss anatomy was assigned.

Result: A 3-way with Thrawn, Arihnda, and Eli and my first foray into the more Xeno side of things in a Modern AU setting. Yeehaw!

2 The Trouble With Free-Roaming Ysalamiri

Idea: Based on some adorable ysalamiri cuddles art by @strength-through-order I wanted to write some Thranto fluff.

Result: Ysalamiri-filled Thranto fluff X’D

3 Inquisitor’s Debt

Idea: What if the Grand Inquisitor changed sides at the end of Rebels season 1?

Result: Some fun throwbacks with Obi-Wan and Caleb Dume leading up to Quizzy defecting with Ezra.

4 Ancient Stems

Idea: Eli Week drabbles based on the Vanto Week prompts.

Result: A silly buzz droid narrative with Thrawn and some cute slice of life Eli backstory/Ascendancy days bits.

5 Charnsuka

Idea: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when he’s an Anacondrai.

Result: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when he’s an Anacondrai. Sorry Zane!

6 Caged Like Prized Birds

Idea: Again inspired by the awesome Chiss anatomy and Thrux drawings by @strength-through-order , I wanted to craft a narrative around Armitage, as a young man, stumbling upon a clone of Thrawn.

Result: Man, this might just be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, had so much fun plotting it out and the smut is mmm! Tentacles everywhere~ I’ve gone back to re-read this a lot, I’ll admit it. I hope you all enjoyed it too.

7 Quiet On Set

Idea: Must. Write. Talos.

Result: A cute little platonic x-reader with everyone’s favorite Skrull. This was my first MCU fic too.

8 Diagnostic

Idea: Wanted to apologize to Zane for the damages done in Charnsuka with some Glacier shipping fluff.

Result: A silly glacier thing leading to a bit of foolery. I’m happy with it!

9 Heron Soaring

Idea: A continuation of the plot line from Heron Rising with Kanan and Thrawn.

Result: Too many feels… but some great sex to soften the blow, Kanera too!

10 Patron

Idea: Responding to a tumblr prompt from @wukeskywalker regarding Thrawn commissioning LOADS of artworks of Eli.

Result: More Thranto fluff! I see a trend here…

11 Black Heron

Idea: Kanan x Pryce for @myevilmouse , I think this was our first ‘collaboration’ on something!

Result: Juahir hires a special someone to show Arihnda a good time!

12 Red Heron

Idea: @star-wars-rebels-4 is always an amazing wealth of ideas for Grand Inquisitor, and encouraged a work featuring him and Kanan.

Result: Delicious back alley smut when an undercover Jedi is caught!

13 Warm Homecoming

Idea: Give my and a friend's OCs some cute fluff.

Result: OC fluff and a vacation to Hoth!

14 sowing the seeds

Idea: Add something cute to the spank war project.

Result: Another contender for my ‘favorite thing I’ve ever written’ rank. Two chapters of pining, cooking lessons, and sweet slick smut.

15 Red Frost

Idea: After watching “The Evil of Frankenstein” with @sneakybunyip ‘s amazing movie night group, I wanted to do something fun with Victor and Hans.

Result: A fun little adventure fic with some huddling for warmth to boot. Victor and Hans are the hammer-horror-verse Thranto send tweet.

16 a setting sun to hide the ruins

Idea: What if I tortured Kanan to the point he turned evil and joined the Inquisitors (and went a little insane in the process)

Result: Instead of torture, let’s just use some serum that drives him mad. Perfect. Smut ahoy, pretty much a dead dove type fic.

17 Pinktown

Idea: When browsing abandoned towns in Florida, I came across Flamingo… what if Thrawn had been exiled here instead.

Result: An alternate history of Thrawn’s exile and eventual discovery by the Empire. Huge thanks for @badgerandk on this one for the perfect epilogue and beta.

18 the sun rises to only illuminate the stranger i have become

Idea: Setting sun… part 2! But it’s actually what happens before sun?

Result: How Kanan ended up where he is for ‘a setting sun’... lots of imp smut and again, it's sort of a dead dove style fic.

19 Frozen Over

Idea: Ar’alani x Eli Vanto

Result: Somehow me and my writing partner ended up at sensory deprivation focus on this one.

20 Shape of Honor

Idea: Well, this one started in 2018 but ‘finished’ in 2019. Still working on the epilogue. Lots of tweaks… If you are not familiar, this is my AU in which it explores how the Thrawn novel and Rebels show would be altered if Palpatine distrusted Thrawn from their first meeting and accused him of being a Chiss spy. Vaguely inspired by the film The Shape of Water.

Result: Well it's nearly a novel now, isn’t it. This was a great adventure in learning how to create compelling story arcs. I’m extremely satisfied with how it is shaping (lol) up.

21 Datura Stamonium

Idea: Thrawnbine ovi smut.

Result: Oops it has plot now, a whole backstory with Eli and such and so fourth. Will need further stories told…

22 Desert Entropy

Idea: Luke/Wedge modern AU shenanigans.

Result: Also pulled Nath/Wyl and the Rogue Squad/Alphabet Squad peeps into this. Set in Vegas, Luke and Wedge meet and have a cute little romance, but some legal troubles set them back (Palpatine, as always, is That Bitch™) Very happy ending!

23 The Great Eli and Thrawn Prank War

Idea: See Chapter 1: Mullet Thrawn

Result: This thing really grew up, and thanks to all the contributors for allowing me to join in! My contributions were: 7-Bombs Away! In which a bit of drama brews and Thrawn makes a paint bomb that forces him and Eli back into being roomates. 11-Tooka Troube 2: Electric Boogaloo in which Eli finds his quarters slowly filling up with Tooka plush toys, and then something huge goes off in supply. 17-The Bitch is Back In which who knew Thrawn could sing?!

24 Clipped Wings to Keep Us from Flying

Idea: Continuing the story line from Caged Like Prized Birds

Result: Dragging Eli and the OG Thrawn into this, seeing that their stories were left untold in the first work. Also Armitage and the clone are up to all sorts of cool things. Still a WIP, on the list to keep working on this year!

25 I’ll do what I can.

Idea: Some Ronan/Krennic feels post Treason

Result: A Ronan character study that I really needed to get out of my system and finally a stable alliance between Krennic and Thrawn!

26 Purple Heron

Idea: @punk--kenobi and I concocted some fun Kanan/Zeb/Hera smut featuring Lasat heat cycles.

Result: Ah this came out so cool, full of emotion and wonderful imagery. Massive kudos to @punk--kenobi for beta-ing my portion and contributing some of the best smut one can find!

27 Ninjago Angst Week 2019

Idea: Do some 1-shots for Ninjago Angst Week

Result: ow right in the feels. Each character got a highlight in their own ‘dark retelling of a canon or canon adjacent event’ chapter.

28 Vertigo

Idea: Thing’s don’t go right planetside for Eli, Pik, and Waffle in Treason.

Result: Big oof. I hope Eli can one day forgive me… I even put strain on the end game Thranto! Bittersweet ending and lots of angst.

29 More Than Just a Treat

Idea: What is Obi Wan up to in the desert…

Result: Aunt Beau and baby Luke baked him cookies obviously!

30 Datura Metel

Idea: Continuing the Datura cycle…

Result: Just how Eli ended up where he did in the first installation.

31 Here & Now

Idea: Some Thranto Fluff! For @jewelliffer

Result: A camping trip for shore leave! And a marriage proposal for extra sugar.

32 Monster Under the Bed

Idea: Benevolent Boogeyman Chiss

Result: Modern AU Thranto spooky sillies. Bit of an intense climax but they talk it out!

33 Haunted by Sentiment

Idea: Nath is in denial of being the Squad Dad for @glassprowlers

Result: Nath’s very bad no good oh so terrible day! It's very silly and I really like how it ended up, the title is way more serious than the story itself XD

34 Pulse

Idea: Werewolf AU Lavashipping

Result: Oops Kai is a werewolf! Good thing Cole is here to help him figure out how to press on.

35 Stories from Area 51

Idea: remember the raid Area 51 meme? I do! Gotta clap them alien cheeks!

Result: Oh no it got PLOTTY! Pretty much all of my favorite characters and ships cherry-picked and plopped down into a Men In Black style facility in the middle of the desert. I really have a thing for the desert huh…

36 Good Day

Idea: The “truth” behind the “Good day, Lieutenant Vanto” from Thrawn in Treason.

Result: Oh stars the FEELS! Thrawn is in deep water and he KNOWS IT! GAH!

37 Fur Ball

Idea: Chiss are mogwai/gremlins…

Result: Silly Thranto fluff. Thrass shows up too! Feeding them after midnight is actually a good idea here… Grow your own ideal man!

38 Came Back Haunted

Idea: A mission fic centered around the @peters-pumpkin-day prompts.

Result: Ice planet survival with Tarkin, Krennic, Galen, and Ronan.

39 Sewn Together

Idea: This drawing actually is what lead to the fic-

Result: A fairly unique reuniting of Thrawn and Eli after both return to the Ascendancy.

40 Spiked Heron

Idea: Oh no… Kanan gets himself in deep poodoo this time.

Result: Devaronians really like humans huh? The next chapter is half way written I swear it is coming soon!

41 A Colder Embrace

Idea: Thrawn/Purrgil/Ezra and Luke/Wampa for SW Rare Pairs.

Result: It's very cold on Hoth… and even colder in space.

42 Surround

Idea: Luke/Wedge for SW Rare Pairs

Result: Luke has to confront Wedge post ESB regarding what is, essentially, his deserting the Rebels.

43 What Happens Planetside…

Idea: Eli/Pik/Waffle for SW Rare Pairs

Result: heheh a scrumptious Eli sandwich! And surprise tentacles because, well, why not?

44 Hesperidium

Idea: Fluffy Kylux for the Kylux Secret Santa event

Result: Ah its so sweet you might get a cavity

45 Reanimator

Idea: Lovecraftian eldritch horror Thranto

Result: This is the sort of project that it takes 2 months to fine tune each chapter, so bear with me, but I can promise a wonderful, creepy ride is ahead!

46 Floral

Idea: Luke/Faro for SW Rare Pairs. Enjoy the Jedi lovin’, @myevilmouse

Result: Sex pollen and accidentally defecting from the Empire. Whoops!

47 The Harch

Idea: Bouncing off of THIS art by @mamidlo , we worked together to create this plot. Very much inspired by the Hammer Horror films, such as Dracula and Frankenstein.

Result: A fun and spooky romp of Kallus and Zeb getting trapped in a creepy castle featuring mind controlled drones and a species-obsessed Harch. This was my first time posting the entire story at once, too!

Wow, I can not believe how much has been written this year. Thank you all again for reading and kudos-ing and your amazing comments. I’d not be here without the support and love <3 Cheers to 2020 and much more fic ahead!

#ysalamiri-queen writes #year in review #too many tags XD so im not even goign to try

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skyywalkerfen · 6 years

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Can I prompt you, lovely, since you’re so fucking good at these? How about combining QuiObi #7: routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing and #9: a little kiss, pulling back, only to go back in for a passionate one? Pretty please?

to meggory84, in honor of her special day, and because she asked. :-D Enjoy.

“Kissing For The Clueless” (Jedi Knight Edition)

It’s their eighteenth standard day here on Lysstern, and Obi-Wan is not precisely sure just how much more he can take.

It’s the little things that are killing him. The soft looks, the gentle touches, the nearness – Force, the nearness. Obi-Wan had spent more than a decade living with Qui-Gon Jinn, but he’s pretty sure it was never as bad as this is now. Of course he’s been out on his own as a Knight for the last two years, so it’s possible that his memory isn’t – no. No, that’s not it.

It never was this bad.

Qui-Gon is close to him now; so very, very close. Not the closeness of teacher and student, of teaching master and the padawan being taught, but the closeness of – intimates. Lovers.

Which is what the two of them are, of course, to their hosts and the rest of the city, because that’s what this mission demands of them: that they be a couple, devoted lovers, older man and younger, as this culture’s norms expect.

Obi-Wan isn’t inexperienced, exactly. He’s had a few sexual partners over the years, and even one he’d call a lover. He knew how lovers behaved, he’d have no trouble simulating a relationship, certainly, with the man he’d wanted in truth since he’d been sixteen. He’d thought he was ready.

He’d thought wrong.

And it’s killing him by the tiniest, most exquisitely painful increments possible.

Qui-Gon has finished his first-meal when Obi-Wan comes into the common eating room, but not by much. The man is still sitting at his accustomed end of the long table, used dishes pushed aside, data-padd in one big hand and cup in the other. Which means who-ever else had been eating must have just left. Reading while eating is something the Lyssterians consider quite rude, certainly when one has company.

Calm, Obi-Wan counsels himself, as he walks across the common room toward his old master. Calm.

They are sharing a sleeping room, of course, and in that room there is only one bed.

Of course.

Obi-Wan has been taking cold water-showers in the mornings ever since the fourth one, when he’d woken up wrapped around Qui-Gon like the man was the galaxy’s best pillow, morning erection snuggled perilously close to the cleft of Qui-Gon’s arse.

How he got himself unwrapped and out of the bed without waking Qui-Gon, he still doesn’t know. And if Qui-Gon has any inkling that his former padawan had been humping him in their sleep, he hasn’t let on.

But.

For the last ten-day now, Qui-Gon’s been – different. Not upset, but distracted, perhaps, as though something had dropped a pebble into the pool of that deep-Force-calm that’s as much a part of him as his blue eyes and crooked nose. It’s a situation Obi-Wan has seen/felt a few times before, when there is something deeply disturbing that Qui-Gon is considering.

Obi-Wan has a rather horrible, sinking-deep feeling that he knows what that pebble was.

“Good morning, Qui,” he says as he reaches the table, which is between him and the counter with the kaffin-pot, kashmeal in its warmer, and the thrice-blessed hot water for tea.

“Good morning,” Qui-Gon rumbles in return, and tilts his head for the obligatory morning-greeting kiss. There’s no one in the room to witness the lapse if they don’t, but Obi-Wan is loathe to give up any moments of contact, painful as they may be, and the memories they make.

They could well be the only moments he will have.

Obi-Wan leans down and brushes his mouth against Qui-Gon’s cheek, feeling beard-bristle tickle, coarsely soft, against his lips. Trying not to inhale the smell of the man because he doesn’t want to be needing another cool shower this early in the day.

But Qui-Gon seems – elsewhere, his attention never really straying from the padd in his hand. He doesn’t even meet Obi-Wan’s eyes.

The sinking-deep feeling in Obi-Wan’s gut, sinks deeper.

The meal is awkward, to say the least. After Obi-Wan’s two conversational gambits meet only with what response is necessary and no more, he retreats into his kashmeal and tea and absolutely does not panic. It wouldn’t help anyway.

He gives up on the cereal when it becomes clear that his stomach is less than pleased. The tea is a solace, though, and Obi-Wan is contemplating its dark depths when Qui-Gon shifts back from the table.

“Not hungry this morning?”

Paying more attention than had been apparent, evidently. “First-meal is still a hit and miss thing for me, I’m afraid,” Obi-Wan says, grabbing the sudden conversational life-ring, “for all that you were sure I’d grow out of that. But their tea leaf is lovely; certainly a variety to infiltrate the Order’s commissary with.”

“Indeed.” But Qui-Gon is looking at him now, deep ocean gaze beloved and intense, peeling back the mature Jedi Knight layers to the small, squirmy Obi-Wan within, the way Qui-Gon’s always been able to do, intentionally or not.

And that is, quite suddenly, too much.

“I think I will take a walk,” Obi-Wan blurts out, rising from his chair in a motion that does not, Force-willing, look as uncontrolled as it actually is, because he really must move now or twitch out of his skin. “As we have no obligations to our hosts, for the first time, until tomorrow.”

Qui-Gon’s still looking at him. “It would be time better spent discussing the mission and making plans for next week.”

Would it, now? Obi-Wan thinks, stung. And just as suddenly things reverse, and now it’s more than easy to stand still and meet – and hold – those blue eyes. “It would be better if I were better able to sit down for the discussion. An unexercised padawan is a twitchy one, is how you always put it, as I recall?”

“You’re no longer a padawan.”

“You’re correct,” Obi-Wan says, and lets his diction pop on the final ‘t.’ “I’m not.”

Something shifts beneath the ocean surface and then – to Obi-Wan’s shock – the older man drops his gaze. “I know,” Qui-Gon says at last, softly, and there’s something in his rich voice, maybe several somethings, that Obi-Wan can’t parse past his own surprise. “I am – very much aware of that.”

Now Obi-Wan isn’t at all sure he wants to leave, but he doesn’t see how, exactly, to stay. He takes his dishes and Qui-Gon’s as well to the counter sink and rinses them before putting them in the sanitizer, but the delaying tactic brings no enlightenment. Out of excuses, he turns back to the table.

Qui-Gon has put his hands together palm to palm and rested them on the table-top, and is looking either at them or at the grain of the bassha-wood, Obi-Wan can’t tell. It’s a posture Obi-Wan’s never seen his master take before.

He walks back to Qui-Gon’s side. “I’ll have my comm, of course,” because he’s run out of the words he should say and the other words, the ones he wants to say, he can’t.

He lays his hand lightly on Qui-Gon’s shoulder, one of the signals they’d agreed upon at the beginning of the mission, to warn of a coming kiss or other more intimate touch. This time Obi-Wan nearly starts – the broad shoulder beneath tabard and tunics is like durasteel. “Qui-Gon?”

Qui-Gon looks up and the light catches in his eyes, unfathomable. “Obi-Wan,” he says. He turns in his seat and reaches up to take Obi-Wan’s hand, half-swallowing it in his larger one. The calluses on his palm and fingers are hard and familiar. These are the hands that have touched Obi-Wan for half of his lifetime; the hands that have meant belonging and guidance, comfort and friendship, Master. Love.

The expression on Qui-Gon’s face though, that is not familiar at all, and it starts a curious tingle in Obi-Wan’s stomach. “Qui-Gon, what is it?”

“May I kiss you, Obi-Wan?”

May you what?!

Obi-Wan freezes in place, except for his mouth which drops open as the curious tingle explodes into a swarm of hot stingflies, fluttering madly around his abdomen, every one of them shrieking a giddy confused ecstatic “YESYESYES!” But –

“You have been kissing me,” is what he hears himself whisper, completely without his brain’s input or permission.

Whatever Qui-Gon sees on his face, it’s apparently encouraging, because his grip on Obi-Wan’s hand tightens. “Not as I have wanted to.”

He pulls gently, asking, and despite his daze Obi-Wan answers, as he has for so much of his life when this man has asked. Yes.

Qui-Gon urges him close and kisses him.

It’s warm and soft, no more than a delicate pressure, the tickle of hair mingling with the dry of slightly chapped lips. Nothing they have not already done, but nothing at all that they have ever done before. Deliberate. Sweetness layered over something new, that Qui-Gon is either letting Obi-Wan feel for the first time or that has finally escaped the Master’s control: a sense of deep, visceral want that trembles, even leashed beneath adamantine shields and iron will.

Qui-Gon kisses him, and lets him go.

It’s a lightning strike, and the nimbus glows violet-white at the edges of Obi-Wan’s vision when he pries his eyes open. He blinks down at Qui-Gon’s face, so close, so open, full of everything that fills up Obi-Wan’s own chest that he can’t breathe.

Breathing’s overrated.

He kisses Qui-Gon this time, sinks his free hand into the thick hair at the back of Qui-Gon’s head and kisses him hard. Qui-Gon’s mouth opens under his and Obi-Wan plunges in, drowning eagerly, discovering tea and sweetener and something indescribable that is only Qui-Gon. The years of hopeful longing and hopeless love surge up and Obi-Wan lets them go, lets them wash out into the Force between them, because if he’s mistaken, if this isn’t what Qui-Gon truly wants –

Qui-Gon gasps against his mouth, and one big hand comes around the back of Obi-Wan’s neck and pulls him impossibly closer.

Eventually the breathing thing truly does become necessary and Obi-Wan breaks away, but only to pepper Qui-Gon’s face with urgent little kisses, cheekbones, proud nose, closed eyelids, before resting his forehead again Qui-Gon’s. They’re both panting, Qui-Gon’s breath a moist brush across Obi-Wan’s face, a little sour, and how he’s lived this long without it, Obi-Wan has no clue. “I love you.”

Qui-Gon swallows, loud in the tiny space between them. “I love you, too,” he says.

A faint hint of that same tremble colors his deep voice and it’s quite, quite possible that Obi-Wan’s heart is going to stop from sheer joy. “H-how long?” he asks, not knowing he’s asking until the words are out.

A faint snort. “Years,” Qui-Gon murmurs. “Before you were knighted.”

Truly? But – “You never – ” And it’s Obi-Wan’s turn to swallow. “It’s been two years, Master; is there some sort of waiting period that no-one talks about?”

A louder snort this time and a wash of humor, as Qui-Gon moves away enough that Obi-Wan can see him clearly. “That’s why, Padawan.”

Obi-Wan wrinkles his brow in question.

“I was part of the equation of your life, dear one; perhaps too big of a part,” Qui-Gon says, and shakes his head when Obi-Wan opens his mouth. “You needed to be Knight Kenobi, not Padawan to Master Jinn. You needed to be your own person; to know who you are without me. Anything else would have been to betray you in the worst fashion.” Qui-Gon’s hand moves, thumb caressing the tender skin beneath Obi-Wan’s ear in a most distracting fashion. “And I needed to know, to be sure, that you know.”

Wonderful, marvelous, utterly exasperating man. Obi-Wan’s mouth pulls up at one corner. “I’ll sign a form if you’d like.”

The skin around Qui-Gon’s eyes crinkles. “Your word has always been enough.”

And how is Obi-Wan supposed to remain composed with Qui-Gon saying things like that?

He untangles them and steps back, only to take Qui-Gon’s hand again and urge him to his feet. “I’ve changed my plans for the day. There’s a bed in our room that I most sadly neglected to put to rights, and I believe that requires prompt attention.”

“I thought you intended to get some exercise,” Qui-Gon says.

There’s no mistaking the undertones and Force-wash of teasing and desire, and Obi-Wan grins. “Oh, I do.”

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MAY 1ST - NATIONAL PLAY OUTSIDE DAY

Baru watched her daughter in some confusion and concern. For days now the child had been bent over her school desk, scribbling away at her durasheet and every now and then nodding in satisfaction and committing it to her datapad - the ancient thing was as old as Baru but Leia treasured it, careful to not overtax its already struggling system...she would really have to have a word with Owen and see if they could possibly get her something a little newer...perhaps if the harvest went well this year. The fact that she was using it for anything other than her school work showed the importance of her project. But Baru was worried.

Leia was a child of habit. She enjoyed her time working with Owen and would spend hours after her daily chores had been completed trailing behind him and soaking up the knowledge he could give. She had done the same with Baru once until the day had come when they had realised there was nothing else she could tell her. Baru had always been bright and excelled in her studies - as much as they were for those born on Tattooine - but outside of the necessary knowledge she needed to keep things running in the house and her rudimentary knowledge of the vaporators and droids...well it was safe to say she had only known enough on these subject to just whet the little girls interest and she had been skipping after Owen ever since.

But not now.

For the past week Leia had been completing her chores with all of the attention and care a 7 year old could and then she would head straight back the house and bury her head in her datapad.

“At it again is she?” Owen’s deep voice spoke softly behind her, his arms closing around her waist.

She nodded her head and felt her husband’s chest move against her back as she sighed deeply.

Baru knew it was hurting her husband ever so much that Leia was pulling away from him. She had joked with him over the years that he had better enjoy the attention while it lasted as soon enough he wouldn’t be the sole focus of their daughter’s attention. Of course she hadn’t thought it would be so quickly and had been expecting the distraction to be boys...not a pet project.

“She hasn’t been the same since that trip into town,” she mumbled.

Several weeks before they had made the trip into Mos Espa, the Boonta Eve Classic drawing in traders as well as fools who would bet and then lose their shirts. Leia had taken advantage of the trip to visit the education hub and upload the next six months of school work onto her datapad...

Baru felt Owen shake his head.

“No, it has been longer than that love,” Baru tensed, “Ever since we told her,” he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

Baru wanted to cry.

Yes, they had told her the truth. It had been a long time in coming and they had both known it was only a matter of time before the inquisitive girl would ask questions. But they hadn’t expected the conversation to come around because of a family tree project assigned for her school work. The topic of her adoption had then led to the subject of slavery. They had strove to protect their daughter - she was theirs! - and so she had been unaware of some of the less savoury elements of their world, and to see her clear eyes cloud over in sadness as a small part of her innocence had shrivelled up was heartbreaking. As she realised what others were willing to do to one another in the name of profit. And then the next days she had been like this.

“Do you think she is trying to research...him?” Owen’s voice was tense.

The topic of Owen’s stepbrother was a touchy one, they had only ever met the younger man that once when he had came looking for Shmi and he had not made the best impression on either of them. But in the end he had given them Leia.

She turned around to face her husband.

“Owen, that child adores you,” she cupped his face when he glanced away, not meeting her eyes, “No Owen she does, whatever this is right now, it isn’t that,” she leaned up and pressed a kiss to her husband’s lips, “She is ours and we are still her parents,” Baru believed that with every fibre of her being.

“It doesn't matter what she is doing the child needs to be outside more. All of this-“ she gestured to the girl studying and typing like a little machine at the table, “She needs to be outside this isn't healthy. Give her something to tinker and play with outside Owen. You know she won’t be able to say no to you if she thinks you need help,”

Owen glanced away from her to look at their daughter and sighed heavily.

“Go on love,” she prompted, pressing a kiss to his lips and all but showing him towards their little girl.

Baru watched as he straightened - like he was heading into the Hutt’s palace and not to talk to 7 year old.

Leia immediately looked up from her work when Owen crouched at her side, bringing him level with her. Their little girl smiled wide, her legs kicking back and forth as Owen spoke to her. She held out her durasheet to Owen, and he tensed.

Baru frowned when Owen turned to her, his face pale. Before she could approach them though Owen had turned back to Leia and in one movement plucked the girl from her chair and stood. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and came towards Baru in the doorway.

“Little sand sprites need sunshine to grow,” he informed their giggling daughter who had her arms wrapped around his neck.

Baru couldn’t help but smile at them. The relief flooding her at the lack of fight Leia was putting up at going outside. But just what had she been writing down to cause Owen to react so.

As they passed her to climb the stairs Owen switched the weight in his arms to free up a hand and held out the durasheet to her - Leia none the wiser as she leaned forward to press a kiss to Baru’s cheek.

“Love you mommy,”

The words warmed her heart as her fingers grasped the sheet.

“You too baby, have fun,”

She watched them climb the stairs before glancing down at the sheet in her hand.

There in Leia’s childish but more than legible hand was written.

—Tatooine.

Slavery, moisture farming, trading, smuggling.

Hutts?????

Smuggle what? Trading what? Food? Water? People? Bad things?—

Her heart hurt. Of course their daughter didn’t know about the somewhat profitable business of Spice smuggling the Hutts were up to their wormy eyes in. But she had no doubt if given the time she would figure it out.

—How to make Tatooine nicer?—

Oh Leia. Baru wanted to cry.

—Make it less dry.— This was scored out. She was glad to see that even Leia with her boundless enthusiasm new some things were an impossibility.

—Trade better things?— This had a little mark next to it like Leia wanted to come back to it or had started to write and changes her mind.

—Make slavery bad. —

So this was to do with the talk they had about the family tree and then there had been the trip to Mos Espa and something in Leia’s childish but very intelligent head had started to whirl.

A deep laugh accompanied by a light giggle drifted to her from above.

“Daddy,” Leia squealed bringing a smile to Baru’s now pale face.

There in big letters at the bottom of the page was written words that made Baru understand the lack of colour on her husbands face.

—TALK TO MR HUTT.—

***This is my first foray into the world of Star Wars fan fiction. Before now I have never felt the desire to write anything in the universe but no longer. I was watching the original trilogy and I got quite annoyed on Leia’s behalf that she seems to be a bit of an after though to Obi Wan and Yoda seemed quite OK with having her and Han die while Luke stayed on Dagobah. So at first I came up with several Leia is a Jedi ideas and then I thought no. She’s amazing without Luke’s angst and powers. So I have swapped them and popped Leia onto Tatooine. Imagine all of Leia’s drive channelled towards HER planet and hang the rebellion. Gives me goosebumps :). Welcome to the one-shots. These initial ones are based on random holiday days. So be prepared for some randomness and fun🙂 Officially called Leia of Tatooine. Unofficially called How Leia Accidentally Took Over a Planet ;)***

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