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the-last-kenobi · 3 years

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If you’re still taking prompts: 22. “When you’re feeling better, I swear, we’ll talk this out.” Qui-Gon& Obi-Wan. You’re writing is so lovely btw!!

Yay, more prompts! And I do love this one. Thank you for choosing it!

CW: this one got rather dark. there are heavy implications of and references to attempted assault of a minor, child death, and other horrors of war.

From this various prompts list.

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They were three days out from Coruscant when the fever made a turn for the worse.

The Jinn/Kenobi team had been deployed to Calzec III to investigate the disappearance of an ambassador, an assignment that had led them down very dark paths into the minds and heart of a planetary society.

A mere two days into their investigation, Obi-Wan had vanished — kidnapped, it was quickly discovered, by the party responsible for the disappearance and murder of the ambassador.

Qui-Gon had assumed that the six days between Obi-Wan’s abduction and his recovery would be the worst of it.

That the growing dread inside him that had gnawed away at his concentration and serenity, the likelihood that he would not reach his apprentice in time, his fears that Obi-Wan was being hurt, would be the most difficult things to handle.

Or even the mingled relief and panic when he had finally found his sixteen-year-old Padawan bound and unconscious in a cellar with a floor half-flooded in dirty water — that after that, they had survived the worst.

He was mistaken.

Obi-Wan was ill when he was pulled out of that cellar. There was no one to trust and nowhere to flee except off-planet, and the the distance between Calzec III and the nearest medically advanced planet was no shorter than simply returning to Coruscant.

So he set a course for Coruscant and settled Obi-Wan in his bunk, stripping off the soiled clothing he had been wearing since his kidnapping and replacing them with a clean set of tunics.

The boy was exhausted, unfocused; his skin was clammy to the touch and he had brief periods where he seemed fully awake and mostly functional.

After the first day of hyperspace travel, they had settled into a routine. Qui-Gon kept to the cockpit, while Obi-Wan kept to his bunk and the fresher, trying to rest and to contain his illness. Qui-Gon knocked periodically on his door, reassuring himself that his apprentice was all right.

And that he was there, because working alone on a hostile planet without knowing anything of his Padawan’s wellbeing aside from being sure that he was in danger had been more of a trial than he was willing to admit, even to himself.

And then, on the third day, he knocked lightly on the door and received no reply.

“Obi-Wan?” he called.

He thought he heard an indistinct mumble. Qui-Gon chuckled, imagining the boy emerging from his blankets like an irritated loth-cat, rumpled and annoyed.

Then Obi-Wan screamed.

Qui-Gon’s mind conjured — for a split second — a new version of the image he had pictured in his mind for over a week — his Padawan, attacked in his sleep — drugged — dragged from his bed —

Then he blinked and the image vanished. Qui-Gon inhaled sharply and pressed on the entry pad, opening the door. He stepped inside the cramped cabin and was relieved to see the boy securely in his bed, the room completely absent of any impossible intruders. But Obi-Wan’s face was flushed with fever, and he was struggling beneath his blankets, thrashing as if he were actually being attacked.

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said firmly, shaking his shoulder. “Obi-Wan, wake up.”

The Padawan didn’t seem to register Qui-Gon’s presence at all. He struggled with his bedsheets, small whimpers escaping his lips as he fought.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon said more sharply. “Wake up now!”

Obi-Wan rolled onto his side and dry heaved, his eyes flying open. His Master dropped to his knees beside the bed, running a hand soothingly up and down the boy’s arm. “It’s all right,” he said. “You were dreaming.”

“C-C—” Obi-Wan choked.

“Shh,” Qui-Gon said again.

“Cerasi—”

Qui-Gon’s heart plummeted. Obi-Wan was not coherent, that was obvious.

The boy had not mentioned that name in over two years.

“Padawan, you must focus,” he said softly. “This is not Melida/Daan. We are on a ship, heading home.”

“Cerasi is…”

…dead…

“…gonna… kill you.” Obi-Wan’s words, and the sheer venom in them, shocked the Jedi Master. Obi-Wan was still struggling, but more slowly now, almost as if he didn’t realize he was doing so. His eyes flickered feverishly to the middle distance, seeing things that weren’t there.

“Padawan…” Qui-Gon said slowly.

“Let them go!” Obi-Wan shrieked suddenly. One arm came loose from the blankets and missed striking his Master by inches. “Let them go, they’re too young! Let them go let them go let them go!”

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon seized his Padawan by the shoulders.

Bloodshot blue eyes suddenly snapped directly onto Qui-Gon’s face, but instead of calming, Obi-Wan’s panic only increased. “Get off me!” He screamed, twisting, kicking, squirming away. “Don’t… don’t you touch me! Stop, stop, stop!” he was wailing now, utter despair twisting his face beyond recognition. “Please don’t!”

Qui-Gon released his Padawan as if burned. He pulled away sharply, horror rising in him, tasting bile.

I wasn’t — I wouldn’t —

It’s a fever dream —

A memory?

Qui-Gon tasted bile. “No,” he heard himself say aloud. “No.”

Obi-Wan had squirmed away, pressing himself flat against the wall the bed rested against, his body curling inwards — the last defense of the helpless, the frightened. The abused.

“I won’t,” he was saying frantically. “I won’t. Get out. Get out. They’re flying in the morning, they’re flying — Nield said — we tried to take the tank but — we lost too many — no. I tried! I did!”

Obi-Wan fell abruptly silent again, staring vaguely, his breaths coming in uneven little puffs. Sweat glistened on his brow, in his hair.

Qui-Gon wanted desperately to reach out and touch his shoulder, wipe his brow, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, terrified of causing another panicked outburst, of hearing —

I don’t know what happened on Melida/Daan.

“Trevor, Meola, Hanta, Chassi, come with me,” Obi-Wan said, still gazing vacantly. His voice, however, was firm. “We need to clear the streets. Gather up the bodies. Any pieces large enough to carry. Leave anything too small.”

I never asked him. I just assumed. He told me about the end of the war and Cerasi’s murder and I never thought to ask for more.

“Hanta?” Obi-Wan said. He coughed. Kept trying to talk even though he could barely breathe. “Hanta? Dammit… she’s gone. Infection. Infection. We’re out of medicine. We’re out. They can’t. I won’t go. They can’t they can’t. Get out.”

Obi-Wan dissolved into jumbled sentences, his eyes fluttering open and shut and open again, his cheeks blazing with fever.

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon whispered.

“Cerasi?”

“Obi-Wan.”

“I can ask,” Obi-Wan said, and he sounded very small, so uncertain, nothing like the slowly-more-confident but quiet Padawan who had accompanied him last week. “I could. But he’s not. He’s not. He left, he doesn’t — he doesn’t want me.”

Another chill swept through Qui-Gon. He held his breath, waiting for more, not wanting to hear it but needing to know.

“He left me, I’m not meant — he said I wasn’t meant to be — I’m not good enough for it, Cerasi,” Obi-Wan murmured. His eyes fell closed again. He almost seemed to be sleeping. “He was right about… right about me. I’m not. Not. I can ask. He might not… come back. For you. For you he might. He’s good. Not me. Not me.”

Qui-Gon dropped his head onto the bedsheets, his breath sharp and painful in his chest.

I never asked.

“Nield. I will ask. I’ll ask the Jedi I will, I will. I’m not one of them. For you. I’ll ask for you.”

We never talked about it.

“The little ones, Cerasi. I can watch them. I’ll watch them today. My fingers. The man, he broke my fingers in the alleyway. I’ll watch the little ones, little ones. It’s story time, Jilo. Shhh.”

I let everything that happened afterwards consume it. Consume me.

“Qui-Gon doesn’t want me,” Obi-Wan said, so, so softly, his tone perfectly reasonable. Calm. “My fault. I’m not. It’s okay. I’ll talk to them. It’s okay. I want to… I want to go home. He doesn’t want me. He doesn’t,” Obi-Wan’s voice cracked. “I want to go home.”

My Padawan.

With utmost care, Qui-Gon rose to his feet, feeling the floor sway beneath him as if he were at sea and not flying through hyperspace.

He went to the fresher and poured a glass of water and dampened a rag, carrying them both back to the beside. He set the glass on a table, and seated himself cautiously on the side of the bed, radiating as much calm as he could, trying to make his presence known through their training bond.

It must have worked, because Obi-Wan did not panic or flinch away from the person sitting beside him. Or perhaps he was simply too tired, delirious to the point of vacancy.

Qui-Gon reached out with one hand and gently pressed the boy back against his pillows, resting the cool cloth against his forehead once he had settled. He kept his hand there for awhile, and gently stroked the sweat-soaked hair with his thumb, watching the boy’s eyelids flicker as he began to doze, to dream.

With his other hand, Qui-Gon gently took one of Obi-Wan’s, holding it gently as if it were fragile, a treasure beyond price.

“Oh, my boy,” he whispered, and was not shocked to taste salt on his lips as he spoke. “Sleep now. When you wake, we will talk, I swear it. We’ll talk about everything. Anything you want.”

Obi-Wan continued to dream.

As he fell deeper into sleep, his fingers curled gently around Qui-Gon’s, and he did not let go.

fin.

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glimmerglanger · 3 years

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Mer!AU prompt--Cody mentioned the difference in their refractory periods in chapter six of C+T. Any chance Obi-Wan is gonna notice as well and do something about it? :D?

OHOHOHO! Obi-Wan is very considerate that way. (Spoilers: he does something about it).

This little snippet is VERY spicy. Not safe for wizards. Happy married folks really, uh, enjoying their relationship.

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Obi-Wan spent time considering the many differences between humans and merfolk as time passed. So many of them were obvious. Others were… less so. There were some he only got to explore when Cody was with him, when they could get close to one another, tangle together.

Learning the things that Cody liked was, very much, a pleasing endeavor. Learning the things that he would have expected from a lover of his own kind took more time, partially because it meant unlearning so much Obi-Wan had grown up accepting.

But Obi-Wan knew how to adapt and very much enjoyed learning everything possible about Cody. And so he learned that Cody wanted his touch to continue, even after orgasm raced through him. He wanted to be touched all through the aftershocks and - and beyond, ideally.

Obi-Wan picked up other information - here and there - in his new home, about different species that lived in the water. He assumed, after some reading, that perhaps the merfolk also had an actual bone in their cocks.

It would explain a lot. Including Cody’s ability to...keep going, past the point when a human would have grown soft and over-sensitive.

Still, Cody never pushed for them to continue longer, never continued touching when Obi-Wan grabbed his hand to still him, though Obi-Wan’s reactions to orgasm must have seemed odd to him. He simply….accepted what they had, and, the one time Obi-Wan broached the subject of their couplings being, well, less than satisfying, he’d seemed genuinely befuddled.

He’d proceeded to demonstrate exactly how satisfying he found their joining, and Obi-Wan knew he’d made enough noise to carry through the water, based solely on the looks he got from his guards the next day.

So, Cody had no….complaints about their love-making. But that did not stop Obi-Wan from wanting to give him, well. Something closer to what he expected. What he was used to. At least occasionally. Obi-Wan considered his options for making such a thing happen while Cody was away, handling things in Sundari.

By the time Cody returned, he had a plan.

Cody ever and always enjoyed having Obi-Wan’s mouth on him, and happily collapsed back against their low bed as Obi-Wan bent over him, barely exchanging initial greetings. Obi-Wan felt impatient under his skin, keyed up with desire, which was not quite his intent.

He needed to hold off his own release as long as possible, to make any of this tenable, and so he ignored the ache of his cock, sliding his mouth further down, instead. Cody panted out his name, hand brushing back over his hair, his skin tasting of salt.

Obi-Wan enjoyed the feel of each ridge sliding over his bottom lip, over and over again, enjoyed the way Cody swore, muscle tensing in his stomach and his fin. They had been apart for nearly two weeks. Obi-Wan knew it would not take long, not the first time, and slid his mouth further down, swallowing, nose brushing scales and--

Cody groaned out a warning, tugging just a little on Obi-Wan’s hair, and Obi-Wan hummed reassuringly around his cock. The vibration must have been just enough to toss Cody over the edge; he arched, cock twitching, pulsing against the top of Obi-Wan’s tongue.

Obi-Wan stayed where he was as long as possible, his eyes watering, his throat aching. He could hold his breath quite a long time, which - he’d found - had uses besides swimming. He stroked Cody’s side, breath held in his chest, and Cody rocked sinuously up off of the bed, slow rolls of his body, working his cock in Obi-Wan’s throat, the ache of it deep and sweet and--

And Obi-Wan eventually had to slide up, sucking in a breath through his nose and resisting the urge to cough, even as another wave of come spilled into his mouth, this time.

He swallowed it, the tip of Cody’s cock between his lips, keeping him there until Cody panted out, “Fuck, Obi-Wan, come here,” and grabbed at him, pulling him up to kiss him, slick with the wet smeared all over Obi-Wan’s mouth.

Cody rubbed at his cheeks, groaning against his mouth, the hard line of his cock pressed against Obi-Wan’s thigh, where Obi-Wan had intentionally tossed a leg across him. Cody reached down, fingers sliding over Obi-Wan’s stomach, and Obi-Wan caught his wrist, tugging to the side.

“What?” Cody asked, drawing back enough to blink at him. “I want to--”

“Not yet,” Obi-Wan cut in, with a smile that felt half-wild. He’d never get to what he wanted to do if Cody started touching him. He’d get distracted, overwhelmed with pleasure. That could wait, at least for a little.

“But--” Cody started, and cut off when Obi-Wan shifted, straddling him properly, scales so cool against the insides of his thighs, Cody spread out under him, the purple light pouring off of his skin lighting up the otherwise dark room around them.

Obi-Wan ground against him, just for a moment, sending a shiver of want down his own back, leaving it pooling in his gut. It was so tempting to just continue the movement, and it had been two weeks for him, too.

He had the brief thought that he should have - perhaps - waited to attempt this until Cody had been back a few days, until they’d burned out some of their initial wants. But he’d been impatient. And so he ignored his own aching cock, sitting up a little straighter and reaching for the oil he’d set to the side.

“I missed you,” he panted out, slicking his fingers and sliding his hand down over Cody’s cock, already wet from his mouth and throat. He ached with how much he wanted, and with the preparations he’d done, earlier.

He’d left himself so close to coming, earlier, when he was getting ready for this, stretching himself out, hoping to make himself less on edge once Cody actually arrived.

Things hadn’t quite worked out that way, but… “I miss you with every breath,” Cody told him, “hold on, I can help,” he started, sliding a hand over Obi-Wan’s hip, around to his ass, and he’d been very pleased with himself for filing down two of his nails, last time he’d visited.

Obi-Wan couldn’t think of the feeling of Cody’s fingers inside of him - only to the second knuckle, because the webbing got in the way after that - or he’d spill before they even got started. He bit his bottom lip, made a ragged sound, and sank down, hoping to distract himself.

The stretch of Cody’s cock was distracting, but it did absolutely nothing to slow down the blazing rush of want in his spine. Cody made a thick, hungry sound, both hands on Obi-Wan’s hips now, squeezing as he rasped out, “You--fuck--you got ready? Ready for me?”

“I was knowing you were going to be here,” Obi-Wan managed to answer, a smile on his mouth as he considered the hunger in Cody’s expression, wondering why Cody seemed to like that information so much. “I did not wanting to wait.”

Cody’s eyes were so wide and so dark as he panted out, “I won’t make you wait, then,” and arched up, driving his cock the rest of the way inside, Obi-Wan crying out at the feel of him, half-falling forward, catching himself on his hands.

Cody no longer had to worry about hurting his stomach or agitating wounds when they were together. He moved beneath Obi-Wan, and it took Obi-Wan a dizzy moment to even think about meeting his movements.

First, he had to reach a hand down and squeeze the base of his cock, because just the feel of it after so long….

“You’re not stroking yourself,” Cody said, ragged, his gaze down by Obi-Wan’s cock, by his unmoving hand, and Obi-Wan jerked out a nod, unable to find words at the moment. “I’ll help you,” Cody added, sliding a hand over, and Obi-Wan made a rough sound.

“Not yet,” he managed to pant out, wrestling for control and managing some measure of it after a moment. Cody blinked up at him, expression questioning, and Obi-Wan added, “I want. To wait. A while longer.”

Cody opened his mouth and shut it again on a groan when Obi-Wan felt controlled enough to rise up, to sink down on him, and, oh, he felt so good.

At least, in this position, Obi-Wan could avoid direct stimulation of his prostate. But it was still so good, having Cody in him after so long denied. He was so painfully aware of his aching cock, of the need, and he could feel himself losing his rhythm, distracted and wanting and--

And it was not much of a surprise when Cody wrapped an arm around him and rolled them, rasping, “Let me, I’ve got you,” and oh, changing the angle and fucking into him. Obi-Wan groaned, wordless as Cody hooked an arm under one of his knees, hitching his leg up.

Obi-Wan had meant not to come yet. He really had, but the position dragged his cock against Cody’s stomach, and Cody drove into him so perfectly, and it had been too long, and he spilled with a ragged cry, scrambling for a grip at Cody’s shoulders and arms.

Cody hesitated, breathing hard above him, and Obi-Wan dug his free heel against Cody’s back, panting out, “Keep--keep going, it’s, keep--”

It was, apparently, all the motivation Cody needed. He rocked into motion, fucking Obi-Wan through it, mucles shifting and clenching under Obi-Wan’s hands until he cried out, as well, curling forward and coming in long, hot pulses and Obi-Wan felt them.

He’d gotten used to the way Cody rolled against him, after an orgasm. Even sensitive, he loved that slow movement, the knowledge that he could make Cody feel so good. He felt his breathing even out as Cody nuzzled against his hair, still all lit up, casting shadows on the walls around them.

Cody brushed a kiss to his mouth, long moments later, and shifted to slide out of him, murmuring, “Let me get you some--”

“Stay,” Obi-Wan panted, tugging on Cody’s arm even as he rolled. He wanted to - to see if he could wear Cody out, properly. But his hips protested the idea of trying another round on his back. He vaguely considered that he should have cleaned the come off of his stomach before smearing it all over the sheets, but it was too late to fix that now. He glanced over his shoulder and said, “Come here.”

Cody stared at him, looked down his body and then up again, eyes unfathomably dark. He said, “But… I know you’re tired.”

“Not that tired,” Obi-Wan assured him, and slid one knee a little out to the side, which was, he knew, a bit of a dirty trick.

Cody was ever so fascinated with the way he could bend and stretch his legs. And, sure enough, it had Cody sliding a hand up the back of his thigh, rolling a little closer, asking, “Should I hold you, then?”

“You should fucking me, then,” Obi-Wan told him, and Cody made a thick sound. After all, Obi-Wan wasn’t that sensitive, not yet. His plan was still manageable, and--

Cody slid against him, between his legs, settling close and all the thoughts fled Obi-Wan’s head as Cody asked, “You’re sure?”

“Come on,” Obi-Wan said, in answer, tilting his hips up, and then swore, thready, when Cody pushed forward, into him, all at once, he was already so slick and stretched and--

And Obi-Wan felt himself getting hard again, the situation getting more pressing when Cody worked a hand under him, gripping his cock, stroking in time with each thrust, panting against his shoulders, and--

Obi-Wan’s second orgasm left him shaking, face pressed against the sheets while Cody kept going, mouthing at the back of his neck, leaving his skin aching in anticipation. Obi-Wan managed to twist an arm up and back, to twist fingers into Cody’s hair, tugging him closer.

Cody bit him almost right by his neck, teeth sinking in at the end of his orgasm, when he felt most sensitive, and he cried out, blindingly aware of each slide of Cody’s cock, of each shift of his teeth, or his weight and warmth and light.

Cody blanketed him and came with a sound that was muffled against Obi-Wan’s skin.

And Obi-Wan managed to say, through the daze, before Cody could get any ideas about pulling out and getting him water, about tending to the bite, “Again.”

Cody made a ragged noise and rocked into him more purposefully, and it was--so much. Too much and at the same time not enough, as though there were some plateau in Obi-Wan’s head that he’d never reached before, and each too-much touch was driving him closer to it.

He squirmed, couldn’t stop himself, heard a whine in his throat as Cody kept his teeth set just so. There was no room for thought, for anything really. He was just his blood and his nerves and sensation, striving to see, exactly, how much he could take.

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silvermoongirl10swfics · 3 years

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A ‘small’ gathering for dinner (the 501st are NOT invited)

My last entry for @codywanweek 2021 Day 7: Domestic/Every day life.

I did not think I was going to be able to write all seven prompts for the week, but here we are!

Big thank you to @meantforinfinitesadness for running this brilliant event!

You can also read this fic here on A03.

No warnings.

It was a sunny day on Coruscant, six months after the end of the war and finally Cody and his brothers could live their lives in peace. Cody was currently lying on the sofa in the Temple quarter he shared with Obi-Wan. His Jedi was stretched out on top of him, allowing Cody the opportunity to run his fingers through the copper hair of his cyare, as Obi-Wan rested his cheek against Cody’s shoulder. Just as Cody was thinking about the peaceful dinner they could have together in their quarters, his plan was derailed by Obi-Wan.

“I’ve invited some of the men from the 212th to dinner tonight,” murmured Obi-Wan, his eyes half closed as he basked in the sunlight shining through the window.

Cody rolled his eyes and sighed. “How many of them are coming?” he asked, he loved his brothers, he really did. But when he had been planning on a quiet evening, he hadn’t really wanted to have to deal with his brothers. Obi-Wan paused and shifted, Cody sighed. “Come on, how many of them said they would come?”

Obi-Wan tilted his head, so his chin was resting on Cody’s chest and looked at him with an apologetic expression. “I had only invited five, but then word spread…”

Suddenly having a bad feeling, Cody leaned his head up and stared at Obi-Wan’s commlink that his cyare had tossed onto the low table. “How many?” he asked again, his tone resigned.

“All of them,” mumbled Obi-Wan quietly.

Cody let his head fall back to land on the pillow, groaning to himself. Just great. There was definitely no chance of him having a quiet evening of just him and Obi-Wan. Heaving a sigh, Cody dug out his own commlink. “I had better call Dex to book his diner for this evening, there is no way the entire 212th is going to fit in our quarters.” He looked back at his Jedi and couldn’t help but smile seeing the happy look on his cyare’s face. He knew Obi-Wan would not have invited the whole battalion at once, but he wouldn’t have liked telling the men that not all of them could come over for dinner. Thankfully, the shop next-door to Dex had closed, so Dex had bought the shop to extend his diner so he could add more seating. “I am putting my foot down, however. The 501stare not invited, I wanted a quiet evening. Anything involving that chaotic lot would be the opposite of quiet.”

“I whole heartedly agree,” commented Obi-Wan seriously. “I picked tonight because I know Anakin is planning on having a movie night with the 501st, using the main training salle to hook up a projector. So, I figured this would be the best night to do something with the 212th.”

His Jedi was so smart. Cody told his cyare as much and leaned forward to press his lips against Obi-Wan’s. “I knew there was a reason I loved you.”

Obi-Wan raised one of his eyebrows, “oh, you only love me for my brain.”

“Of course,” grinned Cody, lifting one hand up to cup Obi-Wan’s jaw. “It’s good to surround yourself with smart people.” Obi-Wan snorted in amusement and pressed Cody back down onto the sofa so he could have a nap. Cody didn’t mind, he called Dex and then using one hand, sent a message to Waxer to spread the word about dinner. But making sure he knew no one in the 501st was to find out about dinner. Then Cody lowered his arm, to fully wrap Obi-Wan in a hug, taking comfort from the soft snuffling noises Obi-Wan made as he slept.

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While dinner wasn’t what Cody had planned for the evening, he couldn’t help but smile and realise that perhaps what had ended up happening was better than what he had planned. He had the time to catch up with his brothers and hear about what they had been doing. Meteor and Trapper had just got back from exploring the Mid-Rim systems, and had thoroughly enjoyed their travels, getting to visit planets in peacetime was all they had hoped for in the war and Cody was glad to see them achieving their dreams.

After mingling with his brothers, Cody spotted Obi-Wan leaning against the wall picking at some fruity dessert. So, Cody walked over to him and leaned on the wall beside him, gently knocking their shoulders together. Obi-Wan smiled brightly at him, clearly enjoying the time he was spending with the men. Cody made a note to himself that he should try and get his brothers from the 212th to spend more time with Obi-Wan, he knew his brothers would jump at the opportunity, but with Obi-Wan on the Council, his brothers never wanted to bother him. Cody and Obi-Wan finished their desserts silently, both watching the men of the 212th laugh and joke with each other, seeing how relaxed and happy Obi-Wan was, made Cody think that perhaps Obi-Wan had needed this dinner more than his brothers, just as he was thinking of someway making this a regular thing, even if not everyone could attend. The door to the diner opening made him groan, “oh no.”

Obi-Wan frowned at him in confusion and then followed his gaze. Cody frowned when he heard Obi-Wan start laughing. “It’s not funny,” he growled. But he didn’t turn to look at Obi-Wan, he was too busy watching as Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Kix and Hardcase sneaked into the dinner, took a load of food and sneaked back out of the diner, not before Rex turned to grin at him as he threw him a sloppy salute. “That’s it, I’m going to kill him,” muttered Cody. He knew where those six were, the rest of the 501st couldn’t be too far behind. “I’ll go and ask Dex to lock the door,” he stated, but as he went to walk away, he was pulled to a stop when Obi-Wan held onto his arm.

Cody turned to look at Obi-Wan with a raised eyebrow, shocked that his cyare was going to let the 501st gate-crash the dinner they had planned for 212th only. Obi-Wan shrugged slightly and smiled, “let them be, let them have their fun.” Cody stared at his cyare incredulously, in disbelief that Obi-Wan wouldn’t try and put a stop to the 501st’s schemes. Obi-Wan just started laughing at the look on his face, but then Obi-Wan suddenly choked on his laughter, his eyes going wide.

Turning back to look at the door and where the tables of food had been laid out. Cody found Anakin sneaking into the diner, taking some food and waving at Obi-Wan before he turned and left. Through the diner’s windows, Cody watched as Rex and the others cheered at Anakin’s success. Smiling devilishly, Cody turned back to face Obi-Wan and smirked. “Let him be, let him have his fun.” At the unamused look on Obi-Wan’s face, Cody just started laughing. “Like Legion, like General,” he chuckled.

The annoyed look faded from Obi-Wan’s face as he shook his head and stared laughing. Cody put their empty plates on a table and wrapped one arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, tugging his cyare in for a side hug. He rested his cheek on the top of Obi-Wan’s head and smiled. “You can’t say our lives are not interesting,” he commented lightly.

“No, I cannot,” snorted Obi-Wan.

They remained leaning against one another, just basking in the laughter and chatter of the 212th, not for the first time thanking the Force for the end of the war and Palpatine’s death. This was the life Cody had always dreamed of, but never thought he’d get. Despite the 501st’s antics, this was still the life he wanted to spend with Obi-Wan. And with peace achieved, this was their life and Cody couldn’t be happier.

#codywanweek2021 #star wars fic #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #212th attack battalion #501st legion #day 7: domestic/everyday life

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unfortunate17 · 3 years

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Oh, so much delicious angst... If you're up to it, 4 or 23 from the promt list for obikin. Thanks in advance.

I’m stupid because I didn’t know which prompt list you meant, did both, and then realized you most definitely meant the dialogue one LOL.

So here is 23 from HERE (“I would’ve died for you.”) and 23 Angst from HERE (“When did you stop loving me?”) combined!

Happy New Year!

I re-wrote this like 6 times before I gave up, hopefully it’s still reasonably enjoyable to read 😩

Anakin brings him home from a sub-surface level bar six weeks after Obi-Wan returns from Naboo. Obi-Wan has already had a few too many drinks, wallowing in his misery. Even the bartender-bot had started to look at him with pity.

It’s more than he can say for Anakin.

Anakin simply pulls him into a speeder without so much as a glance, deposits him into his refresher, and shoves him into bed once he’s sure Obi-Wan’s not going to retch or hurt himself. There’s a calculated coldness to his actions, all of Anakin’s usual playfulness has all but vanished. Much like his possessions from their quarters.

He still remembers that morning clearly. He’d leaned over to drop a hasty kiss on Anakin’s cheek, already late for his morning meeting, when Anakin had bristled uncomfortably. Obi-Wan had looked at him with an unspoken question spelled out on his tongue, but Anakin had only shrugged, mumbled something about how weird it was seeing Obi-Wan without his usual facial hair.

By the time he’d returned, Anakin had been gone. His tools and droid parts and clothes nowhere to be found. Ahsoka hadn’t been able to look him in the eyes when Obi-Wan had asked her about him.

Now, for a moment, the two of them regard each other. Anakin looks tired, the area under his eyes smeared dark, skin pallid like he hadn’t been sleeping. The sight sends a pang through Obi-Wan and without thought, he reaches out to draw Anakin close.

Anakin flinches away immediately. “I’ve brought you home like Master Windu asked,” he says stiffly, “I’ll be going now.”

Obi-Wan watches him shuffle, ice spreading steadily in his veins. The anger, he had been expecting, but never this stony silence. Truthfully, he’d take anything, any outburst, if it only meant Anakin would look at him again with something other than steely blankness.

He reaches out to catch one of Anakin’s hands. If Obi-Wan had been sober, he’d have probably lost his nerve by now, but alcohol has always made him far braver than he should be. He drags Anakin down until he’s kneeling between the V of his knees and presses a hand against the sharp cut of his jaw. They’re eye-level now, even if Anakin isn’t looking at him.

“Come by for breakfast tomorrow, my dear,” he murmurs gently. “I’ll make flatckaes.”

“I’m a better cook than you.”

“Perhaps after then,” Obi-Wan swallows. “I’ve missed spending time with you. We can do whatever you’d like,” he attempts a cracked smile, “I won’t even make you meditate.”

Anakin doesn’t raise his eyes from where he’s fixed them on the floor, but Obi-Wan feels his jaw work tightly under his fingers. “I’m training with Ahsoka tomorrow morning.”

“At night then,” Obi-Wan tries, biting back an unexpected sob, “maybe we could – catch a holodrama?”

“I can’t. I promised Padmé I’d see her.”

“Afterwards?”

Anakin lets out a long rush of air. “Obi-Wan – ”

The tone makes Obi-Wan flinch. He looks at Anakin, slides his hand upwards, past the smooth skin of his cheekbones, and up into his lovely tangle of golden hair. He tries to memories the curve of Anakin’s mouth, the furrow of his brow. Thinks of the way Anakin’s eyes used to light up at the very sight of him.

“The day after then,” Obi-Wan whispers. He leans in to kiss him, the motion nearly unconscious, but Anakin startles backwards once more.

Obi-Wan isn’t proud of the sound that escapes him. It’s a broken thing, punched out of his sternum, almost a whimper. He tightens his hold on Anakin when he tries to stand. “Anakin, please,” he begs. The whiskey makes his tongue thick, the words difficult to shape in his mouth.

Anakin allows his grip, sits back down. He squeezes his eyes shut, pained, and Obi-Wan’s heart hammers at the thought of causing it.

It was really only a few weeks ago that they were pressed together in this very bed, Anakin laughing into his neck, rubbing cold feet into his shins. The notion is unthinkable somehow, makes Obi-Wan ache.

Now, there is only silence.

Obi-Wan clears his throat, and the sound is loud, a cacophony in a moment in which even the force dares not to breathe. He’s not pleased with the words that fall out of him next, but Obi-Wan can’t quite hold them back.

“When did you stop loving me?” he asks, then immediately regrets it. Obi-Wan doesn’t want an answer, not truly.

At this, Anakin’s gaze snaps back up to him. He looks even more tired now, face drawn. But his eyes still widen in what Obi-Wan thinks is shock. Or maybe surprise.

Obi-Wan waits, but Anakin doesn’t speak, providing no justification or answers. He simply sits back on his haunches and looks miserable, put-out. His shoulders are bent under a weight that he should never have to carry. Obi-Wan grits his teeth against the knowledge that he’s somehow added to it.

Finally, Anakin sighs. “I should go.”

Obi-Wan settles his free hand over Anakin’s cheek, brushes a thumb over a lovely cheekbone. “Please don’t.”

Anakin allows the motion, but his brows furrow in what Obi-Wan knows is anger. “Why not?” he snaps. And finally, finally, there’s anger. A dark corner of Obi-Wan’s mind relishes having Anakin’s attention again. “I thought you were dead. I mourned you, Obi-Wan. You knew how I felt about you and you used it against me to sell your act. I would’ve done anything for you, Master. I would’ve died for you and you didn’t even care.”

“It was a poor decision,” Obi-Wan admits miserably. “I cannot tell you how much I regret it.”

“You’re only sorry because I’m upset,” Anakin snarls in response, “because I’m no longer in your bed. You came back and tried to pretend like nothing was wrong. Like what you did didn’t even matter.”

The sheer depths of his failures are difficult to consider for too long. Obi-Wan’s throat hurts. The force reveals nothing, empty and cold as it is, his connection whiskey-dulled.

And really, Anakin is right.

What does Obi-Wan’s apology even mean? Obi-Wan, who has always kept his emotions close to his chest, guarded, even when Anakin had expressed his desire for more, asked for something as simply given as verbal reassurance. He’d spent so long working through his own feelings, his own struggles, that Obi-Wan has never stopped to think that perhaps one day, Anakin might no longer be interested in waiting.

“That’s not true Anakin,” he insists, bringing Anakin close. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

Anakin resists. Obi-Wan watches him, desperation rising with every breath. He thinks of never really seeing Anakin again, of being alone in these wretched quarters. Thinks of watching Anakin with another, someone far more worthy, who would never dream of betraying or hurting him.

Even more horrifyingly, Obi-Wan thinks of someone in his own place. Of someone basking in the warmth of Anakin’s love, his fierce loyalty, enjoying the gentleness of his hands, the curve of his spine in bed.

Obi-Wan is going to be sick.

Tears glob in his throat, splinter at the corner of his eyes. The burn of alcohol in his veins is waning now, a chill settling in his bones. “Will you ever love me again?” he asks at last.

The ensuing silence is enough to make Obi-Wan’s vision go blurry with tears.

Anakin’s posture doesn’t soften, but emotion ripples across his face. Obi-Wan watches the line of his throat as he swallows, a muscle jumping in his jaw. “Obi-Wan,” his voice is tight, “gods, please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan offers again. He forces himself to let go of Anakin then, even if he can’t help but trace his shoulders one last time. Obi-Wan rakes his eyes over Anakin’s face, the softness of his features, the brightness of his eyes. “I love you,” he presses a fist to his mouth, trembling, “You will always be the single most important – “

“Stop,” Anakin says. His mouth twists unhappily and he leans forward, tucking his forehead into Obi-Wan’s chest. His voice is muffled now. “Please. I can’t bear to see you like this, Master.”

Obi-Wan heaves in response, shivering. He cups the back of Anakin’s head, rubs at the nape of his neck gently. Tries to pour what he can never express into what remains of their bond.

Anakin shakes his head once, the motion decisive, before he leans back and maneuvers Obi-Wan into bed. The world spins for a moment as Obi-Wan’s head settles into the pillow. He wants to say more, but he’s not sure if he has any words of value left.

But then Anakin is climbing into bed beside him, folding around him. He thumbs clumsily at the wetness on Obi-Wans cheeks even as Obi-Wan clings to him like he might vanish at any moment.

“I was angry,” Anakin admits quietly, words trembling on a shaky breath. He rubs Obi-Wan’s back, tucks his face into his neck. “But I didn’t want to hurt you like this. I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, my love.”

“No,” Anakin holds him tighter. He kisses Obi-Wan’s head. “You’ve always taught me not to seek revenge. What I’ve done is – this isn’t what I wanted.”

“Anakin – ”

Anakin shushes him, pulling the blanket up around the both of them. His chest trembles. “Sleep, Master. We’ll talk more about this in the morning.”

Obi-Wan curls an arm around him, tries to calm his racing heart. “You’ll stay?”

“Always.”

#izazov #obikin #my writing #my bf took one look at this and went this needs to have a happy ending its the new year so I changed it #IDK I WROTE so many versions of this and hate all of them AHH IDK IDK IDK IM SORRY #ask #obikin fic

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hellowkatey · 3 years

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angstpril master list

Happy Star Wars Day! No better time to drop the master post for the handful of prompts I did for angstpril! Full titles, descriptions, warnings, and some short snippets are below the cut!

read all of these on AO3

quick links:

day 1: you need to let me go

day 2: sole survivor

day 9: I wish we had more time

day 10: don't look back

day 12: dying words

day 16: silence

day 23: "this isn't you"

may the fourth be with you

Six Final Breaths (day 1: "you need to let me go")

Obi-Wan has let go of a lot in his life. These are the 5 times he has heard the plea to let the ones he loves go, and the one time he get to say it.

no warnings apply

"You have to let Anakin Skywalker go," the Sith says, the annoyance in his voice palpable even through the respirator. "He died on Mustafar, where you killed him."

"It's funny, I remember that going differently. I remember Vader being the one who silenced my brother and took advantage of his power."

"Then this shall be a fight for who writes history."

They Were Once the Good Ol' Days (day 2: sole survivor)

Leia goes through old holovids

no warnings apply

These holovids used to make her smile, and they still do. But now her smile is accompanied by tears that stream down her chin, silent and hot. Leia only watches these now so she won't forget their faces.

Unfinished Business

(day 9: "I wish we had more time")

(day 10: don't look back)

(day 12: dying words)

Qui-Gon lives after the duel at Naboo, but the Force isn’t happy about it. Fate had already predetermined this was to be his final hours, and now he lives on borrowed time. The Force beckons, and Qui-Gon is rushing to tie up his loose ends before he fulfills his fate.

major character death

"You shouldn't have been able to survive, Master," he says, his voice barely a whisper as though if he says it loud enough he will manifest it to reality. "There was so much blood... so much damage."

He's tearing up again, and though it strains him, Qui-Gon reaches out to grab Obi-Wan's hand. He tugs his padawan up, and Obi-Wan complies to sit by his side.

"But I have lived, Obi-Wan. The Force has granted me a little longer."

Only a Moment Later (day 16: silence)

Anakin and Obi-Wan chase a spy.

major character death (???)

"Obi-Wan!" he screams again. His voice is accompanied by the sirens quickly approaching, and the screams of the other people mirroring his confused stance. It's too loud. Too busy. I need... I have to--

He shuts his eyes, opens the bond as wide as he can. 'Obi-Wan?'

Silence. Anakin feels like he's choking.

When I Fall Apart (day 23: "this isn't you")

It's been a week since being rescued from. Kadavo, and Obi-Wan is convinced he is fine. Anakin, on the other hand, knows his former master better than that.

non-graphic mentions of violence, torture, and slavery

"Master, the way you've been acting... it's been scaring me. You're taking risks that are putting yourself in danger, and don't even seem to realize it. I don't know exactly what happened on Kadavo, but I did read Rex's report--"

"We are peacekeepers," Obi-Wan blurts out, his voice shakey and thick. "Servants of the public, so why in blazes is it so outrageous to save the lives of people who need us? It's our duty-- our true duty as Jedi, after all, and yet-- Anakin, you must remember how things used to be? When you were very young and before there was all this war and the imbalance in the Force. We helped people."

#i might have some bonus fics still in the drafts...#so stay tuned??#angstpril2021 #fic #masterpost #day1 #you need to let me go #day2 #sole survivor #day9 #i wish we had more time #day10 #don't look back #day 12 #dying words #day16 #silence #major character death #hellowkatey masterpost

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littlespaceporgs · 4 years

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Tea or Caf? - ii

Congrats again for your milestone! May I also request 2. moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed with Obi-Wan please? Thank you! 🥰💕

Hey! Congrats on 50 followers 🥳 Could I possibly request prompt 2 from the list with Obi-Wan? Thanks lovely 🤩💞

A/N: Literally I had the time of my life writing this, and it’s officially my longest fic, and my first part ii to a fic that I’ve ever done! And it’s also the first one I’ve ever done with a (albeit very small) bit of spice, so I’m hitting some milestones today! I really hope that everyone likes this one!

Link to part i

Want to Request? See Here.

Tea or Caf? - Part ii

Prompt: #2 - moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

Word Count: 1.8k (!!!) Pairing: Padawan!Obi-Wan x Padawan!Reader (Both of which are over-age!) Warnings: Mild spice with a reference to adult activities Description: After Obi-Wan goes missing on a mission, you find yourself deeply worried and lost without him.

Tags for my lovelies: @anakin-danvers @mcu-padawan @saintlaurentkenobi @likeshootingstarsinthenightsky @littlevodika @cherieboba @ohhellokenobi @obirain @catsnkooks @kaminobiwan @hellotherekenobi

You sat by the window of your room, watching as speeders of all kinds moved through the skies of Coruscant. A red one was weaving around and through the traffic going a little faster than the others. A blue one had just taken a sudden dive towards the ground before it very quickly swerved back again into the lane, probably a learner. Every time you spotted a speeder that was a colour that wasn’t grey, you tapped your index finger on the side of your cup.

It was a break that you needed, as the rest of your room seemed eerily grey currently. The lively green of the plant on your table, the blue covers of your bed seemed to pale even as the afternoon sun had come over. You turned your gaze to your cup where the tea, which had been boiling hot not too long ago, had gone cold. It was the only semblance of colour you had at the moment, a soft orange. A warm, comforting colour that served to remind you of another time. It wasn’t too long ago that you had argued the true worth of tea, but now you knew what he meant, about it calming the soul.

Of course, that was over 3 weeks ago. Following your mock argument over tea or caf, Obi-Wan had left with Master Qui-Gon to go settle a dispute of some sort on an outer rim planet. For the first six days, they checked in every afternoon at the same time, bringing news that all was well so far. On the seventh day, they missed check-in. This wasn’t out of character for Qui-Gon, but typically Obi-Wan would contact the council with some degree of news regardless, but alas, they heard nothing. And according to your master, that had been the last time they had heard anything from them. The days quickly passed and it wasn’t until the 17th day of no contact that they sent another Jedi team to go and find them. You had naturally volunteered, but your master had not permitted it. It wasn’t until you were both behind closed doors that she told you why.

“I fear your judgement may be clouded in this instance, Padawan. I think it best if you stay here.”

Of course she was right, it didn’t make you any less worried however. So when she left, she tasked you with busying yourself in the Halls of Healing as a distraction. It worked when you were there, because instead of being concerned for your Obi-Wan, you could be concerned with the well-being of other injured Jedi. Bant did everything she could to make you feel better, including coming to your rooms and helping you make dinner, or even just a touch on the shoulder when you needed it. There were a few nights where you’d both just sit quietly and wonder. She understood how you felt to a point.

While physically you felt fine, mentally, you were drained. Everything just seemed to feel so heavy without him, like you couldn’t share the weight anymore. Colours and tastes became bland, as the only thing you could think about was if he was okay.

You stood from where you were sitting and straightened out your robes. You placed the tea cup on the table and left the room, your shift in the Halls was starting soon and you’d prefer to be on time. The tea was cold anyway.

The night shift typically dragged out, regardless if a Jedi master and Padawan were missing. It’s quiet, as everyone here is asleep or checking on pulses or blood pressure. These were the hours when you healers would do the menial tasks of data entry usually. That’s what you did anyway, entering in the most recent heart rate when the comm on Master Che’s wrist began to beep loudly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bant snap up at the same time as you.

“Healer Che?”

“Yes?” Her voice rang out clear despite being low in volume.

“They’ve returned with Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi,“ your heart skipped a- no more like 3 beats at the news. At some point Bant had approached you and was now grinning with a hand on your shoulder. Your stomach seemed to drop with relief and you shot out of your chair. Vaguely, you registered the voice asking Master Che for help, but you were almost too happy to hear. She pointed towards yourself and Bant and then gestured to the doorway before rushing out herself. In your stomach, you felt deep rooted concern, what if they weren’t in good shape? What if they were brushing against death?

As you ran out into the hall, you shoved the thoughts away, they have to be alright.

By the time you and Bant had made it to the hangar, Master Che had already taken over looking at Obi-Wan. She apparently had taken him straight to his room and left the two of you to check over Qui-Gon. The Master however, was mostly un-injured, only a few minor scrapes and bruises, and possibly looking slightly skinnier than what he had been when he left. This did not however, stop him from grinning and re-telling how the natives hadn’t taken kindly to the Jedi interfering with their dispute and promptly decided to take them both prisoners.

You had hoped that he would not notice, but you were nearly rocking on your toes, and your hands had the slightest shake, and there must have been a look of concentration on your face. He did, despite your hoping, notice and put a hand on your shoulder. His force signature seemed to wrap around you at the same time, projecting calm, peace and relief onto you.

“Obi-Wan is fine, mostly exhausted and hungry, but otherwise he wasn’t really hurt.” You felt your own signature sigh in relief and had to forcefully plant your feet on the ground so you wouldn’t run off to see him.

You sent Qui-Gon on his way not long after, and contemplated following to go and see your alive Obi-Wan, but ultimately decided that you should let him sleep tonight and just see him tomorrow, despite everything trying to drag you to see him. Entering the code to your room and stepping inside, a feeling crept up your neck and began to press on the base of your skull. Someone else is in here.

Your stomach lurched and your heart started racing as your hand moved to your lightsaber on your hip. Squinting into the dark, a figure near the window moved slightly. You reached out with your signature, trying to brush whoever was there, determine friend or foe. You didn’t expect to find a familiar signature instead wrap you up and rapidly tell you to calm down. Dropping your hand, your heart seemed to stop. The corners of your eyes started to burn hot.

“Obi?” He stepped forward and grinned, opening his arms up. You launched yourself at him, holding tight. “Force Obi! You scared me!” You pulled back to look at his face, and sure enough, it was free of dirt. There was a dark bruise on his cheek and his hair looked overly fluffy, like it had just been washed. You struck him on the shoulder. “Why the kark would you do that?” He rolled his eyes.

“Oh hi Obi, good to see that you’re alright,” you laughed lightly.

“Careful, if you roll your eyes any harder you’ll see your empty skull,” He mocked a gasp before kissing your forehead. “I missed you.” He seemed to sigh heavily and sunk into your arms.

“I missed you too.” You pulled away again and rested your hand on his bruised cheek. You frowned in concern.

“Are you ok?” He moved a hand to cover the one that was on his face, pulling it to his lips and kissing the tips of your fingers. A shiver ran down your back.

“I am now,” he stopped for a second before continuing, “I love you.” You felt your cheeks flush and a warm feeling settled in your chest.

“I love you too.” There was silence again, although, he was looking at you differently now. There was still the adoration, but it was mixed with something else. Your heart skipped a beat and your stomach churned with anticipation. Neither of you moved for a second, and then he lurched towards you, kissing you firmly on the lips. One of his hands was on the back of your ribs and the other was on your cheek now. When you kissed him back, his mouth parted slightly and another chill ran up your spine. You began stepping back, hitting the wall and pulling him with you as the kiss began to grow a little more feverish. He moved his lips away from yours and went to your jaw and then down your neck, still pressing into you, and pulled you away from the wall and around the room. You tilted your head slightly, and gasped out a quiet moan. He bit harder at the sound and moved you backwards faster, moving back up to kiss your lips again.

When your back hit the table, you barely registered the dull flick of pain. Your hands moved to the edge of the table as you felt yourself being lifted onto the table. Obi-Wan pulled away, looking at you with a silent question. You noticed the puffy red lips that you would surely have as well. You nodded once, and he wedged himself between your legs and kissed you once more. Once the robe was off your shoulders, he pulled back again to push the undershirt over your head. You felt him grin as he kissed you heatedly again. Your signatures had long since melted into each other as your bare chests pressed together. The tiredness was pulling at you both, but sleep could wait awhile you supposed.

BONUS:

At some point, you must’ve moved onto the couch, because you woke up with a thin blanket covering you and Obi-Wan missing. You sat up, wrapping the blanket around yourself just as he appeared in the doorway. You murmured out a greeting when he kissed your forehead, before spinning back around into the kitchen.

“Tea or caf?” You snorted under your breath.

“Is that even a question?” You could practically feel the amusement roll off his force signature.

“Sorry, I forgot you drink gundark wast-” Indignation and arrogance mixed with little sleep combined with amusement seemed to trigger the usual ‘conversation’ between the two of you.

“Excuse me? All you drink is leaf juice that tastes like s-”

“Leaf juice? How-“

“I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again; tea tastes like its come straight out of the sith hells!”

#fluff and spice #obi-wan x reader #obi wan x reader #padawans #tea or caf #obi-wan kenobi #qui-gon jinn #star wars #star wars fanfic #fanfiction

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shadowsong26fic · 3 years

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Coming Attractions!

A day late, but ah well...

As usual, we’ll go ahead and do an Open Question Night. Which basically means that, while my ask box is always open, tonight I’ll be keeping an eye on it and answering things as they come in. Any fandom or work I’ve talked about here (or posted on AO3) is fair game, as are general questions about writing, etc. I do accept prompts, but I am. Not very good at filling them in a timely manner unless they Immediately spark something, lol.

So, yeah, what’s on your mind?

Also, since I don’t think I have for a couple months, plug for my Discord server! It’s pretty quiet, mostly intended to be a slightly more interactive extension of this space, but you’re welcome to check it out!

Anyway, the usual Coming Attractions details are behind the cut!

PodTogether 2021:

I participated in this challenge for the first time this year, and it was a whole lot of fun! Of Other Suns is a SW/AtLA crossover, and I think it turned out pretty well! My reader/podficcer and I worked pretty closely together during the initial brainstorming process, working out what we wanted to do, and also bounced off one another during the whole editing/finalizing process. There’s a lot that I didn’t end up putting into the fic (because time and length; I am a. Uh. Very wordy writer; the aim was for 6-12k words, we ended up with nearly 15k as it is...), so I might poke more at this specific AU, or crossovers linking up at a different time (either a different point in the SW canon, or in the AtLA canon, or both). I...definitely have extensive headcanons for SW characters as benders of various elements (or nonbenders), and there are at least two Force-sensitive AtLA characters who were outside the scope of the crossover.

Anyway, if you want to check it out...click this link XD (and definitely listen to the podfic too!!! It’s really great)

Precipice:

So, between the final push on PodTogether and some origfic stuff I got done, I...did not get anything finished and posted for this, alas. But! I am saying it here in the hopes that doing so publicly will for once get me to actually stick to a deadline, which is that I will get either the first Protectors chapter or the next Preludes one-shot (or both!) up by this Sunday, September 12. The Protectors chapter will be mostly scene-setting, establishing where various characters are when we open, six years after we last saw our heroes. The Preludes segment will involved Hondo contacting Obi-Wan (and Anakin, who’s with him when he gets the call) about something Relevant To Their Interests.

I will for sure get that Prelude out this month, and hopefully at least two Protectors chapters, but we’ll see how things go at work and how much brain that takes, which is always a factor...anyway, with any luck, I’ll start establishing a Rhythm. I don’t think I’ll be doing weekly updates, the way I did for the first few arcs of Precipice (in part because there are some other longform projects I intend to start putting out and if I am going to do Weekly Fic Posts, I’ll probably alternate), but we’ll see how things go.

AtLA Fic:

Again, I didn’t finish what I wanted to (other than the aforementioned crossover for PodTogether), but I have been working on stuff in the background and, while I’m not going to commit to a Specific Deadline like I am for Precipice, I do plan to post at least the opening chapter of the still-untitled Avatar Zuko AU I’ve been working on this month, so watch this space!

Other Fic Projects:

I’m poking around at what to do for next years SWBB (if only because my wordcounts have been Steadily Increasing and I’d like to get a head start in anticipation of that happening again this year, lol). Still considering exactly what to do, whether I pour all my focus into OFLAM, like I consider every year, or see if I can work up Bail Unfucks the Timeline or another half-plotted AU I have in the back of my head, or go with a different prompt/storyline that occurs to me at some point between now and then, but I’m starting to Actively Ponder things.

I do have that BSG1 crossover outline in the works, I swear XD I’ve got...uh...maybe half to two thirds of the first third of the overall storyline written up? XD It’s a. Uh. Long one. I might go ahead and release it in three parts, just for length/convenience, and because it does more or less have three distinct sections (the initial contact/New Caprica fallout and establishment of the Haven settlement which makes sense in context; the second contact/algae planet; and then an adventure on a resurrection ship to retrieve a Specific Boxed Five and possibly walk away with Ellen because that would just ruin Cavil’s day and I do so love to ruin Cavil’s day, lol). ...I’m going to go ahead and post a preview snippet at the bottom of this post, as Motivation XD

I think that’s all the fanfic stuff I have specific updates for. There’s generally always stuff noodling around in my brain (lately, for Star Wars, AtLA, BSG, or some combination of the three), it’s just how much of it materializes, lol.

At some point, I plan to revisit some BSG epics I had going on (Serenissima; rewriting For Sorrow Sung or doing a slightly different storlyine with the same concept; The Other Battlestar; a few others), but no concrete plans as of yet.

I also kind of want to explore a far-past AtLA setting I designed for a challenge community way back? But I’m not sure if that would work better as an original work with the serial numbers filed off, if I could figure out how I wanted to do that (I have done it before, as I’ll talk about below, but this concept, while not directly involving any characters from Avatar canon as it’s set 2000 years prior to Sozin’s reign, does to an extent lean on the Avatar specifically as a concept, in a way that the other fic I did this with did not).

Original Fic:

Due to a challenge on rainbowfic, I actually got. Quite a bit written? Most of it was not super plot-relevant, but I dropped some Hints about a character in Lux and I got to play in some heads I don’t very often. I might go back to the Regency AU at some point, and there’s a specific reveal I want to write up for a secondary character in The Farglass Cycle, but I haven’t quite figured out how to structure that one, so we’ll see how it goes.

Had an interesting discussion the other day about the way original fiction sometimes starts as fanfic with the serial numbers filed off and...well, a lot of my original stuff starts that way? Or has some roots there, anyway.

Lux doesn’t quite as much, but I definitely ported in at least two characters who started as fanfic characters (leaving aside that this is, y’know, The Apocalypse IN SPACE so, like. Various fandoms that deal with that probably influenced things, plus several key players are Public Domain Characters sooooo), plus some of the way the world is constructed draws on the Native Tongue trilogy and I flat-out stole a concept from Queen of the Damned, though the way it works in this world is different (also, to be fair, I think I’ve seen it in other places, too; but I personally got the idea from there).

The Farglass Cycle and Untitled Intrigues Story, however, straight-up started as fanfic concepts. And I don’t think it’s obvious unless I point out what the source materials were? Farglass, in particular (it’s the AtLA fic I mentioned earlier), because it started as an alternate future and then the map and magic system got reworked, plus the Avatar themself wasn’t even super involved in the original fic context, and while certain characters are very loosely based on AtLA characters, by now they’ve been so altered by the setting that it’s...I used the same archetypes, if that makes sense?

And then Untitled Intrigues Story started as a fusion between two wildly different fandoms, and while one character is a pretty clear expy if you know where he comes from, and another character kept the same actress in my head, I don’t think it’s very clear other than that.

...anyway, not sure where I’m going with that, other than it’s been in my head lately, lol.

...I think that about covers it! What about you guys? What are you all working on? Slash any questions, etc.?

Teaser for BSG1 AU outline, as promised:

So, anyway, SG-1 is prepared for rain and mud and a survivable-but-kinda-unpleasant environment. They’re also prepared for the usual shenanigans--Goa’uld, cranky local politics, weird alien tech that Daniel really should know better than to touch but sends him into another dimension anyway...

Just. Y’know. A normal mission.

They’re...not quite prepared for what they actually find when they step through.

Which is a very tense and now slightly Confused crowd of people, and a firing squad made up of very large killer robots, with a teenage girl as their target.

(One of the large killer robots is. Uh. Well. Half a large killer robot now; that particular Centurion was in the wrong place at the wrong time and got kawooshed in the face. As one does.)

(Said Centurion absolutely wins the ‘Weirdest Death’ pool for the week in Download City, because that is clearly a thing that exists because it entertains me)

There’s a beat where everyone just stares at everyone else, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

The wormhole disengages.

Daniel takes half a step forward, opens his mouth to start the ‘we are peaceful explorers from Earth and y’all seem to be having a Moment here, sorry for interrupting, but, uh...’

And then the moment end and absolute chaos erupts.

#coming attractions #open question night #shadowsong writes star wars #shadowsong writes atla #shadowsong writes crossovers #shadowsong writes original fic #feedback greatly appreciated

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communistkenobi-archive · 4 years

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Cody and Obi-wan ? + prompt 48 “Now, just hold on a diddly darn minute.”

AO3

This turned out waaay longer than anticipated. It’s more in the spirit of that prompt than anything else, but here you go!

48. “Now, just hold on a diddly darn minute.” - Cody & Obi-Wan

“Is that Peel returning, sir?”

Cody looked up from the chart spread on the table and squinted, trying to see through the rain. He spotted a trooper approaching the command tent slowly, a faint limp to his walk. This many weeks into their occupation, none of them ran anywhere.

He let out a sigh. “Yeah, it is.”

Stead glanced towards the barracks. “Should I wake the general?”

“No, I’ll do it.” He looked down at his chrono and held back a curse. Fifty-eight minutes ago, Kenobi had been nodding off from the other side of the command table. Only under significant badgering did he finally relent and head to the barracks tent for some rest, leaving them with instructions to wake him in four hours unless there was another attack. Cody had planned on giving him six, but it looked like that wouldn’t be happening any time soon. The commander didn’t pretend to know what it was the general did when he knelt down in the middle of their camp and began to pray, he just knew that it worked and that it took a lot out of him.

And now he had to go ask him to do it again.

Peel scuffed his boots on the mat outside and ducked into the tent with a sigh. “Commander—”

“Another attack, I know.”

“Just a sighting, actually,” Peel corrected him. “But they’re approaching the camp. I figure they’ll be by the front gate within twenty minutes if they keep up their current pace.”

Cody thought for a moment. “Do you have eyes on them still?” Perhaps they wouldn’t have to wake the general. Perhaps they could finally get a handle on rooting them out without—

“No,” Peel admitted, killing Cody’s hopeful line of thought. “It’s too hard to see. But we confirmed the sighting.”

“Very well.” Cody shoved away from the table and nodded to Stead. “Make sure the snipers are ready.” Then he glanced at Peel. Even under his bucket, he could tell the man was beat. “When’s your shift done, trooper?”

“Uh—” he frowned down at his wrist. “Two hours yet, sir.”

“Your duty partner still awake?”

“Cable,” Peel responded, nodding. “He was when I left him, sir.”

“Good. You can park yourself there for a few minutes, take a breather.” He nodded to the upturned ration bucket by the door. Peel didn’t need to be told twice.

Cody didn’t bother with his helmet. It was a short walk to the barracks tent, and the rain was about as close to a shower as he’d get on this planet. They’d ran out of caf eight days ago, so he’d have to rely on bad weather and blaster fire to keep him awake.

Pushing aside the tent curtain, Cody stepped into the barracks and looked around for the general. Amidst the snoring and rumbling of the other men, Kenobi was sleeping quietly on the closest cot he’d been able to find. The longer into this occupation they got, the less elegantly the general slept. By this point he was asleep on his side, face pressed into the pillow, arm hanging off one edge of the cot.

Cody sighed and walked up to his bunk, setting a gentle hand on the man’s shoulder and shaking it. “General,” he whispered, not wanting to wake the other men, but he probably could have shouted and it wouldn’t have made a difference. “Sir, I’m sorry, but—”

Kenobi groaned and rolled onto his back, his face scrunched into a frown. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet. “Cody,” he murmured, a hand coming up to rub at his face, his beard scratching against his palm. “What time is it?”

“Just past noon, sir.”

“Lovely,” he muttered, and grabbed Cody’s arm for support as he pulled himself up from the bunk. Sitting hunched over the edge of the cot, he rolled his shoulders and tried to wake himself up. “Another attack, I presume?”

“A sighting, sir.”

“Good. We might get the jump on them for once.”

All of them had injuries by now, patched up with field kits and a good attitude. Kenobi was no exception; the hard underbrush of the planet had been a curse to everyone’s ankles, his own included. Cody kept his arm braced steady as the general stood up, who had a hard grip on his vambrace as they limped towards the entrance, only pausing to grab his saber and clip it to his belt.

“Is there anything hot to drink?” Kenobi asked, shielding his eyes as they stepped outside. It was hardly sunny out, but everything about this planet was harsh.

“I could get the boys to boil some water, sir,” Cody suggested, earning a wry glance from the general.

“I’m not quite that desperate yet,” he responded. “But I’ll need food.”

Cody found an idle trooper and sent him to the supply tent for something edible, then called Peel over to follow them. He focused on keeping the general steady as he guided him towards the front of the camp. Kenobi was too exhausted to answer most of the hellos he got from passing troopers, doing his best to stay awake. His robes, once freshly starched and pressed, were now a rumpled, splotchy light brown—a mixture of blood, mud and sweat that never seemed to wash away no matter how hard it rained.

Cody set him down by the forward gate, just behind one of their few remaining artillery guns. It was useless by this point; the Separatists had long since pulled back their forces, and now they had to contend with the scattered wildlife instead, wreaking havoc on their camp and avoiding every possible scanner the 212th has access to. Cody preferred droids to the Screechers, but he kept that opinion to himself, knowing it would sound like whinging if he brought it up.

This close to the gates, Cody had purposefully tried to get rid of anything that could be considered a seat to keep the men on their feet, so Kenobi made do with one of the gun struts. He slicked back his now-wet hair with a tired hand, ignoring or unaware of the streaks of dirt running in thin rivulets down his face. “Let’s hear it,” he murmured, blinking heavily.

“Peel,” Cody turned to the trooper beside him, gesturing to Kenobi. “Tell the general what you saw.”

The kid stepped up with a nod. If Cody had more energy, he’d feel bad for the shiny; this was his first stint with the 212th. “Cable spotted a couple of Screechers heading this way, sir, towards the main gate. I don’t think they know we’ve seen them.”

A trooper ran up and handed the general a ration bar, who accepted it with a gracious nod. “How many exactly?” he asked, unwrapping the bar.

“Visibility is shot with the rain,” Peel replied. “We think no more than four.”

“Four,” Kenobi repeated, his brow drawn in a frown. “I can manage that. Thank you, Peel.”

He nodded and began to back away. “Of course, sir.”

“Peel?”

The trooper turned, pausing in his step. “Yes, sir?”

“The contraband cigarettes you’re carrying,” Kenobi said, making the man go still. “They’re caffeine rolls, are they not?”

“Um.” Peel glanced at Cody, his bucket twitching as he tried to figure out where to look. “I’m not sure what you’re—talking about, sir—”

“In your utility pouch,” Kenobi continued, a small smile playing at his lips. “I’d like one, if you can spare it.”

Cody kept a straight face, giving the trooper a hard look. It was always the same joke, the same punchline, but it never failed to tickle him to watch shinies try to lie to Jedi.

“Right.” With visible reluctance, Peel reached for his belt. While he dug around for the pack, Kenobi glanced back at Cody.

“Don’t tell Anakin,” he said to the commander, finishing off the ration bar. “I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“If it makes you feel better, sir, I don’t think he’d believe you if you told him.”

Kenobi huffed. “Quite right.”

Peel cleared his throat, pulling out a roll. “I don’t have any… uh, any fresh ones,” he said by way of apology, avoiding Cody’s gaze and holding out a cigarette to the general. It had been lit and snuffed out several times, the tip a ragged brown. Cody had smoked caffeine rolls before; they were unpleasant enough when fresh.

“That’s alright. A light, please.”

Peel set him up with the last of his cigarette, then practically sprinted back to his scouting post with Cable. Kenobi exchanged a knowing look with Cody, taking a drag from the roll.

“Horrid things,” he commented, twisting his mouth up in distaste and watching the smoke curl lazily in the air, buffeted by the ever-present drizzle. “I’d leave the Order for a fresh cup of tea.”

“Are you well enough to do this, General?” Cody asked, frowning at how tired he looked.

“I’ll have to be,” Kenobi replied with an unpleasant cough, taking another drag. “We still need to capture one of them for study, and we can’t afford another strike. Would you like some of this?” he added, holding it out to Cody.

“I’m fine, sir, thank you.”

Cody looked towards the main gate, frowning. They’d rebuilt their barricades dozens of times, only for the Screechers to knock them down come the next morning. Thus far, they’d proven to be a lot more trouble than droids; they avoided all possible sensors and were virtually invisible in the harsh brushland, moving swiftly and silently—until they didn’t. The boys had nicknamed the things Screechers, a fitting title. Cody would have given them a much fouler name, but that would likely cause problems in their written reports.

The general quickly finished what was left of the roll, snuffing out the ember on the strut he was sitting on and tossing the paper butt. Cody had gotten pretty good at reading the man’s face by now, and could tell he was mentally preparing himself. Since they’d landed on the planet, the only successful tactic they had against the Screechers was to sit the general down and let him feel around for them—with the Force, with his mind, however it worked. He was their scanner, giving directions to the troopers they sent out to find and kill the things. Three weeks ago, the general would lead the team himself to root them out in the brush, but they’d been whittled down to simply reacting to Screecher attacks with sniper fire from their scouting towers, and even that was becoming too much to bear. Skywalker along with the 501st had been slated to relieve them a week ago, but the Separatists forces the 212th had been fighting down here were now raising hell in a dozen different systems, meaning they were on their own for the foreseeable future. Cody didn’t want to think about what would happen once the general was too exhausted to scan the area anymore, but they’d have to begin planning for that eventuality, and soon.

“Help me up,” Kenobi requested, and Cody offered his arm again as the general struggled to his feet, guiding him towards the small tent they’d set up for him. The only thing beneath the tarp was a mat and a topographic layout of the surrounding area—it had effectively become their information centre. He would’ve found it funny if they weren’t so desperate.

“They’re approaching from the east, then,” Kenobi murmured, limping along with Cody. “Four of them.”

“That a problem, sir?”

“If there were eight of them, maybe. Four I can handle.” He held onto one of the tent poles, positioning himself in front of the mat. Cody helped the general kneel down on the ground, troubled by the pained hiss he gave.

“I feel like an old man,” Kenobi groaned goodnaturedly, letting out a sigh as he tried to get comfortable.

Cody pursed his lips, wondering if he should voice his thoughts aloud. The general seemed to be in a decent enough mood, but—

“And I look like one, too,” he added, glancing up at Cody with a knowing look. He smiled back.

“Not my place to comment, sir,” he replied, making him snort.

“If it’s not your place, it isn’t anyone’s.” Kenobi turned back, facing the gate, his hands settling on his knees in loose fists. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and Cody knew to be quiet then. The general’s brow furrowed, and his lips began to move as he mouthed the prayer. I am one with the Force and the Force is with me. Cody had heard it so often in the last few weeks it had begun to play back to him in his dreams.

While the general sought out the Screechers, Cody knelt down beside him and pulled out his comm. He trusted Stead to have readied the scouting snipers, and clicked into their channel, flashing the ready signal twice to alert them.

Now they just had to wait.

Cody sat down properly beside the general, ignoring how badly his feet throbbed. He studied the map in front of them in the meantime; the contour lines wove intricately throughout the area, with multiple spots flagged by their scouting parties as being particularly harsh terrain. Hilly land combined with harsh scrub was a deadly combination without any other complications, and they were dealing with a lot of those.

The general made a noise, and Cody looked up, holding out his comm at the ready for Kenobi to begin giving instructions. Then he began laughing. The noise was so startling it took a moment for Cody to respond.

“Sir?”

“A confirmed Screecher sighting, you say?” Kenobi asked, not opening his eyes. Cody’s stomach fell.

“That’s what Peel said, sir. Are they mistaken?”

“He and Cable will have to get their eyes checked,” the general said, his mouth twitching. “They spotted lunch, not Screechers. It’s those herbivores we saw before.”

Cody let out a long sigh. “Sir, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t put away your comm,” Kenobi interrupted him, eyes still closed. They moved rapidly beneath his lids. Cody didn’t ask how the general had sensed his arm pulling away. “I’d like the men to bring a couple in.”

“Sir?”

“If I eat ration bars one more time I’ll go mad,” the general told him. “I’m sure you could use a hot meal as well.”

“I could,” Cody replied, smiling faintly.

“Hail the snipers,” Kenobi instructed, and Cody clicked down the ready status again. “I’ll tell them where to shoot.”

#the clone wars #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #my stuff #my writing #*dabs*#favoritefightingfrenchgoth

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obi-wkenobi · 3 years

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Author Interview Game

Thank you @tree-scapes for the tag!

Name: ToolMusicLover

Fandoms: Just Star War's and specifically Obikin for now. I may delve into Wolfstar from Harry Potter one day though.

Where you post: AO3, I'm sure I'll do snippets on here eventually as well.

Most popular oneshot: Yellow Surprise.

Most popular multichap: I've only done one multichap fic so far, A Just Surrender, so that one I suppose!

Favourite story you’ve written: Yellow Surprise, and I highly suspect that this is because I wrote most of it whilst on holiday and sat on a beach.

Fic you were nervous to post: Treachery, part one of A Just Surrender. This was my first time using a writing style that was quite different for me. The content was also a lot darker in comparison to my other fics but I really enjoyed challenging myself and I must have liked it enough because I wrote a part two.

How you choose your titles: I usually pick a theme, partial phrase or a word that repeats throughout the fic.

Do you outline: Yes and no. For most of my one shots I only outline in my head, occasionally I will write down sentences or themes that I know I want to hit at certain points and work my way towards them.

I'm planning some longer WIPs and I will be outlining them on paper, and I'm so excited to do so! I'm doing background reading for these fics at the moment, once that's completed the outlining can begin.

Complete: Five at the moment, soon to be six.

In progress: I can only write one fic at a time otherwise I find my way of writing gets a bit muddled. My next fic will be up in the next week though.

Prompts: I've never taken prompts but I would like to one day! It's something that I'm trying to build my confidence up for.

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: Oh, many things, here are some;

Obi-Wan wants to help Anakin after Ahsoka has left the Order and so arranges a surprise for him. Pure fluff.

Anakin notices something about Obi-Wan and plans on how to best confront him. This sounds angsty and vague but it's going to be fluffy!

Tensions between Anakin and Obi-Wan come to a head after a major battle. I'm really excited about this, it will be my first foray into writing a battle/action scene in preparation for the WIPs I'm planning and I'm quite nervous to see how it goes.

My Obikin secret santa fic which I will say no more about!

Anakin is a underworld police officer on Coruscant and is sent a Jedi to help him with his investigation. This will be my first large WIP, I'm very excited to start writing it, though I'm an extremely slow writer so this won't be up until next year. This fic is a sort of 'test run' in preperation for the other WIP I have planned.

Obi-Wan is sent to negotiate with a prominent leader of a slave rebellion in the outer rim. This is the second planned WIP, it will be significantly longer than the one above and I suspect will change a lot in the next few months. This probably won't see the light of day until summer next year.

A lot of unplanned NSFW fics that feature a lot of kinks.

I have no clue who's been tagged in this already, so I encourage everyone! But I'd love to see what my friend @gay-cheerios has to say.

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swhurtcomfort · 5 years

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MEGA Fic Rec Friday!

I’d really like to do these every month, so they can be a nice 4-5 fic affair. But grad school happened, so I’ve got a lot of lovely reads from the past several months to share!!

As always, alphabetical by author ft. me yelling under the cut!

Not There Yet by BigFatBumblebee - Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon, Gen, 10k Summary: We all know Obi-Wan Kenobi as the one of the strongest, wisest and bravest Jedi in the Jedi Order. But before he was High General Kenobi, The Negotiator, Council Member and Master of the Chosen One, he was an awkward 16-year-old Padawan who needed a bit of TLC.

The Queen, The Cavalier, and The Dragon by FireflyFish - Fem!Obi-Wan & Padme & Vader, 3.8k Summary: A Queen and her Jedi Knight flee across the galaxy, relentlessly chased by the Dragon they both loved.

Problem Patient by JellyJog - AU Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon, 1.2k Summary: From a tumblr prompt requesting quiobi where Obi-Wan chose to become a healer instead of following the path to become a jedi knight

Six Times Ahsoka Thought Her Grandmaster Was Dead, and the One Time He Actually Was by LazarusII & Pandora151 - 1.4k, wip Summary: A heavy silence fell over the lower levels of Coruscant’s undercity. Then, a quiet shuffling sound, almost like footsteps, sounded from above.A single blaster bolt rang out—followed by a pained cry. Things were happening too fast; Ahsoka’s heartbeat thundered in her ears, drowning out her surroundings.Her mind barely registered the flash of cream-white careening into the crates directly in front of her. A sickening crunch filled the air as the lifeless form of Obi-Wan Kenobi crashed to the ground. Ahsoka’s heart stopped.

Perception by LuvEwan - Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon & Dooku, Gen, 7.5k Summary: Master and apprentice are held captive. Obi-Wan is drugged, and unable to differentiate the past, present and future. Qui-Gon is a little shocked when rescue comes in the form of a figure from his own past: Dooku. The trip back to Coruscant is full of unexpected moments and emotions.

Candles Against the Sea by maychorian - Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon, Gen, 41k Summary: It is several months after Melida/Daan, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon have been working to re-establish their bond. It's been going well. Qui-Gon seems perfectly satisfied. But Obi-Wan is not.

The Sun Shall Not Smite Thee by maychorian - Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon, Gen, Summary: It had taken the Jedi far too long to effect a rescue—over a week. By that time Obi-Wan was nearly delirious, on the edge of madness from loneliness and fear caused by his inability to touch the Force.

The Past Remains by otherhawk - Obi-Wan-centric, Gen, 15k Summary: The war drags on leaving trauma and destruction in its wake. After a bereaved Master is accused of harming his padawan, Obi-Wan is sent to talk to her, dredging up memories of his own past.

The Orchards by Raven_Knight - Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan, Gen, 3.6k Summary: When young Obi-Wan Kenobi is injured on a previous mission, Qui-Gon Jinn refuses to accept further off-planet missions until his Padawan's recovery. Yoda assigns the pair an in-Temple mission of utmost importance while Obi-Wan heals. Master and Padawan welcome the change of pace.

Protect and Nurture by Ren - Obi-Wan & 212th, Gen, 7k Summary: “What do you mean he was taken by slavers!?” Rex winced, looking over his shoulder to make sure no-one had heard. He was hiding in a dark alleyway, and the last thing he needed was for this hiding spot to be blown by an outraged Commander.When their General is taken by slavers, the 212th is half-way across the galaxy. They must wait and pray that their brothers can get to him in time.

Not There Yet by BigFatBumblebee: This is straight-up sickfic, featuring all the best classic tropes. Looking now it seems like there might be some formatting issues in the desktop version, but I read this on mobile without difficulty. Poor Obi-Wan gets frustrated with the motherhenning of Qui-Gon and Tahl. “Meg, did you find this fic because you were searching through the Tahl tag again?” Sure did. Tahl is the best! I loved her interactions with grumpy, feverish Obi-Wan, and how she and Qui-Gon team up to make sure he takes his medicine and rests up. Very cute, worth the read! <3

The Queen, The Cavalier, and The Dragon by FireflyFish: This is so cool! I’m in love with the fairytale motif. This is a post-mustafar fix-it (sort of) with a focus on Obi and Padme parenting the twins and keeping them safe and trying to teach them their family’s history in a way that they can comprehend. I loved Obi and Padme kicking ass together, Leia was great, and Luke was so freakin’ precious omg <3

Problem Patient by JellyJog: I guess you could say that this one is less about the h/c, and more humor with the halls of healing as a backdrop, but I loved it so I wanted to include it nonetheless! Qui-Gon is such an ass and Obi-Wan is so confident and OVER his shit, it’s just peak QuiObi and I got a lot of laughs out of it. I liked Obi-Wan in the healer role, especially when it’s Qui-Gon he’s patching up. <3

Six Times Ahsoka Thought Her Grandmaster Was Dead, and the One Time He Actually Was by LazarusII & Pandora151: Ouch! Just ouch! I loved the narrative style that really drove home the horror of this scene, I always expect great things from these authors and I am never ever disappointed!! I’m so excited to see where this goes next! I am NOT ready for it, because I assume they will get sadder and sadder as we move forward in the timeline and Ahsoka gets closer and closer to Obi-Wan. But fine, I didn’t need my heart anyways, go ahead and break it </3

Perception by LuvEwan: This is wonderfully unique! I love the tension between Qui-Gon and Dooku, and how weird it is for everyone involved to see Dooku being soft and caring with Obi-Wan - especially poor Qui-Gon doesn’t know what to make of it. I melted for how worried Qui-Gon got, even though he was trying not to motherhen too much in front of Dooku because he assumed Dooku would disapprove. What a good Jedi Dad. <3

Candles Against the Sea by maychorian: I implore you to check the tags on this one! But if you’re like me, and some of the themes warned for are a “maybe” for you, know that they’re dealt with here very tactfully and, I thought, very believable for Obi-Wan’s character. What I love most about this fic is how it deals with grief, and how it shows Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon and their different approaches to dealing with their pasts. And of course, I’m a sucker for fics that reference the Jedi Apprentice series! <3

The Sun Shall Not Smite Thee by maychorian: Ouch! This is a dark one! Just like the other fic by this author, it takes me back to my livejournal days and the Jedi Apprentice series. I loved how desperate and protective and fatherly Qui-Gon was, and it definitely scratched the itch for straight-up Obi-Wan whump. <3

The Past Remains by otherhawk: Please please please read the tags on this one before diving in! That said, I thought this was a really well-written and touching story, my favorite bit was probably Obi-Wan and Mace’s interactions, and just Obi-Wan with the Council in general because despite being one of them, it’s hard to escape the fact that most of them knew him when he was young too and the past still follows him. What I liked about this was also how messy it is - it’s not a black-and-white situation, and the different characters’ perspectives and conflicting memories are laid out to give the reader sort of an omniscient view of the story. <3

The Orchards by Raven_Knight: I died of cuteness! This is so domestic and fluffy, they’re freakin’ baking together, what more could anyone possibly want from a h/c fic? This one is for those of us who are 100% here for the comfort, not just the hurt. I really loved reading these two getting some downtime, and with all the asshole!Qui-Gon fics in this list, I’m really happy to include one that features Qui being sweet and protective and softly joking with his convalescent Padawan while they bond over apples! <3

Protect and Nurture by Ren: OUCH! This one doesn’t pull any punches when it comes to Obi-Wan and the aftermath of Zygerria. I loved seeing Cody, Rex, and Wolffe and their different reactions to the traumatic scenario. Motherhen!Cody cracks me up! For all that this story has a lot of “hurt”, there’s a lot of the “comfort” part too which is something I really appreciate. <3

#fic recs #fic rec friday #finally #longpost

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davaia · 5 years

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Forever and a day ago, I took a few angsty, QuiObi dialogue prompts (too lazy to find the post), then my work schedule went bananas, and they got moved to the back-burner. But here’s one! For @meggory84: “I didn’t mean to love you this much,” with specific instructions to Bring the Pain. Standard disclaimers: not beta’d or super heavily proofread.

...But we all know what flower petals mean!!

It takes six weeks for Obi-Wan to remember he’d actually seen it. Somewhere between killing the Sith, the smell of burnt flesh and ozone, and curling himself around Qui-Gon Jinn’s mostly dead body on the floor of Theed’s power generator. He’d seen and registered one inky-blue petal crushed beneath his knee, thought vaguely what a strange thing that was, and then forgotten it completely as the medics descended on them.

It wasn’t his fault he didn’t know what it meant at the time. Couldn’t have known.

After Naboo, Obi-Wan spends two weeks at his comatose master's bedside, a persistent irritation at the back of his throat, before he’s deployed on his first solo mission; it takes four weeks for a councilwoman on Setti-IV to overhear his stifled coughing fit, look at him with sad eyes and say, bafflingly, It’s a noble death, Knight Kenobi; five weeks when he thinks he’s choking on a piece of muja, only to spit back up a mass of blue petals onto his breakfast plate. Five weeks and three hours when he’s taken off active field duty, indefinitely, and admitted to the Halls of Healing, also indefinitely.

Hanahaki. Hanahaki.

"It’s Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan tells Vokara, voice flat, hands folded primly in his lap where he’s seated on the exam table. Her composure wavers the moment it takes for the implications of that to set in, and he sees her swallow. "Quite," he agrees with a faint, wry smile.

Obi-Wan’s affliction seems to know it’s been acknowledged, and progresses rapidly after that. His cough grows wetter, the clumps of petals thicker, bigger, his throat perpetually raw from his reflexive swallowing against it all.

Qui-Gon’s condition stays the same.

At six weeks, Obi-Wan collects his growing pile of crumpled flower petals and leaves his med room for Qui-Gon’s. He settles into the visitor’s chair with an extra blanket, a mug of hot frostmint tea meant to soothe the pain, and pulls up the Archive’s botanical database on his reader. "Asmeru Indigo Laceleaf," he reads aloud, then gets to the next sentence down and barks out a laugh with a sharp, almost manic edge to it. "With—thorns?" he huffs, eyes beginning to sting, throat tightening in some automatic, defensive response to the idea of that. "Honestly, Qui-Gon, that’s rather much, even for you."

Hanahaki is an excruciating death, thorns or no. It’s a slow-motion suffocation that will shred his lung tissue and throat and leave him choking on his own love and blood. Unless…

Unless.

Bant begs him to get it removed. Have the affliction surgically cut out of him. And along with it, every mote of joy, of love and pride and adoration he’s ever felt—or would feel—for Qui-Gon Jinn. The number of patients who lose their ability to feel anything at all, for the rest of their lives, is small but statistically significant. Empty people with empty eyes living empty lives.

No. That won’t do, he decides. Obi-Wan had fought too long and hard for all those pieces of Qui-Gon Jinn, just to have them cut right back out of him. He says as much, and it almost does the disease’s work for it, to sit there and watch her cry and beg for him to spare his life from himself.

I’ll be dead either way. Don’t you understand that?

Bant doesn’t. He tries comfort her, but only makes it worse when he smiles and doesn’t realize he has blood in his teeth.

Master Windu is a surprise, though.

It’s a privilege afforded to few of us, to die on our own terms, and for those whom we love most. You won’t be alone with this, Knight Kenobi.

It’s a gross lapse of decorum for Obi-Wan to stare the way he does, slack-jawed in the face of Mace’s quiet understanding and lack of judgment. The moment really goes to pot after that, though, when Obi-Wan cracks and devolves into uncontrollable, ugly sobbing—into hoarse coughing spasms—into vomiting globs of slimy, bloody laceleaf petals all over the Council member’s sleeve.

At four months in, Obi-Wan can feel the leaceleaf’s stems every waking minute, lodged in his ribcage and creeping up his throat like spindly fingers—the terror of that keeps him awake at night, makes him want to claw his chest open and crawl out of his own skin. He can bear it during the daylight and with enough distraction, but with the darkness and silence of night, he can’t escape it. Obi-Wan endures this alone until one of the healers finds him screaming his horror and panic at what he’s becoming into the pillow, shaking hard enough to rattle the bed frame. It’s the first night they sedate him.

Vokara chides Obi-Wan gently, advances her prognosis by two months, and moves him into Qui-Gon’s room. Permanently.

"Hello there," Obi-Wan whispers into Qui-Gon’s ear one night, curled fetal under the thin blanket with him, his own bed empty and cold. "I love you. I’m in love with you. Please wake up, so I can tell you." Unspoken, don’t leave me to die like this. Please wake up—please wake up.

Qui-Gon doesn’t.

At six months, the medical staff just push their beds together. It’s the least they can do—Obi-Wan’s a palliative patient now. He can’t sit up anymore; any movement could be the one that tears his lungs open. He hasn’t been able to eat solids for weeks, he’s lost any weight he could spare and is still losing it, and his breath bubbles in his mouth, popping and gurgling around petals that taste like iron. He rolls his head to the side and spits them up into a bucket next to his bed. A healer empties it twice a day. Obi-Wan stains his pillow pink when he wipes his cheek against it. He doesn’t talk much anymore, but he never lets go of Qui-Gon’s hand.

Seven months. Vokara’s got Obi-Wan on intravenous drips for saline, nutrients, mild sedatives, antibiotics. She’d settled for a nasal cannula after the full oxygen mask had just filled with gore and blood spatter to quickly to keep it clean. Once they finally, collectively accept that Obi-Wan won’t budge in his decision, the Healers rally around him, unified in their vow to give him the softest death they can.

Eight months, and it’s near now. Obi-Wan can feel it beyond just the physical. He shifts over in bed to close the space between his body and Qui-Gon’s, and gently arranges Qui-Gon’s limp arms around himself into the mimicry of a lover’s embrace; his head is tucked into his Master’s shoulder, Qui-Gon’s right arm pulled to rest over Obi-Wan’s waist. The irony isn’t lost on Obi-Wan, that he should want to die in Qui-Gon’s arms when he’d refused to let Qui-Gon die in his.

Speaking hurts, he stopped bothering a long time ago, but Obi-Wan thinks this is the sort of thing that should be said out loud. Blood speckles the sheets, smears down his chin when he does. "’m so sorry, Master," he rasps, threading his fingers through Qui-Gon’s long hair. He strokes his thumb back and forth over one stark cheekbone, his expression soft with adoration, regret, and grief. Maybe even acceptance.

I didn’t mean to love you this much. You weren’t meant to be loved like this. Never like this.

He lets himself drift in Qui-Gon’s muted, still presence, shuts his eyes. Thinks this might be the day he’s too tired to open them again.

Obi-Wan.

"Obi-Wan."

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pandora15 · 5 years

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days of the week and forever, please?

monday: do you struggle with the ‘boring’ parts of writing?

I feel like we all have different definitions of “boring.” Like what I might find boring to write may be really exciting for other writers, or vice versa! Keeping that in mind, though, I do struggle with writing what I feel to be “boring” compared to the other parts of my stories.

tuesday: name a fic you have posted which you think is overrated?

Oof, that’s a tough question. Maybe some of the Whumpmas prompts? I really rushed and struggled through some of those, especially since I was doing it during finals season. (and wow, I really need to finish Whumpmas, it’s literally been over six months O.o)

wednesday: name a fic which you have posted which you think is underrated?

Broken by Anarchy is really underrated! The other two fics in the Broken series has gotten a lot of love (which I really, really do appreciate), but I feel like this one deserves a bit more as well.

thursday: have you ever written a high fantasy concept?

Uh....does writing fanfiction count? If it does, then yes?

friday: most self-indulgent fic you have ever posted?

Oh, it’s Worry for sure. I really like headache fics, and that fic is me literally putting a few of my Obi-Wan headache WIPs together into one giant mess of a headache fic. It’s glorious (and, quite possibly, in desperate need of revision).

saturday: what gets you excited whilst writing?

I always get excited to write intense scenes! It’s kinda like my brain and fingers take over, and words literally just spill out onto my document. And then it’s done, I look at what I’ve written, and I’m like “oh my god how did I even come up with this?”

It’s wild.

sunday: how frequently do you take requests or prompts, if at all?

I am always willing to take requests or prompts! Just send in an ask about anything you’d like me to write, and I’ll get to it as soon as I can.

forever: do you balance fic writing with original concept stuff?

Hmm.....as of now, I only write fic, and that will not change for a while. So to answer this question: no.

(time-centered fanfic questions)

#texasdreamer01 #ask me stuff #fic #fic writing

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sanerontheinside · 7 years

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Cliche AU fic prompt: do you write Codywan??? Because I have a sudden need for some fluffy Codywan fic. I'd love a Celebrity AU or a Cops AU, but really anything, I'm not picky!!

jawejf;aoiejr I ran out of steam on this I’m sorry but anyone’s welcome to pick up? Or you can throw it back into sw’verse and make Obi-Wan Space Anderson Cooper, that would actually be fantastic.

@aidava and I would be glad to see it

especially “if you can incorporate the ‘the less anderson cooper is wearing, the more dire the reporting situation’ joke”, as aidava says :D

oh yeah! so basically since ‘sharing a cab au’ landed on that prompt list twice I figured I’d feel free and make another. so I smashed together cops au and celebrity au and got bodyguard au so uh there u go

Cody checked his watch as he popped the cap of the cheap coffee he’d picked up at the bagel shop near his apartment complex. It was quarter to six and raining, a cold, wet, and absolutely miserable start to the day.

Not that it was the start of the day for him—no, that had been at two in the bloody morning, waking up in a cold sweat and shaking with adrenaline, tangled in his sheet on the floor. It wasn’t the worst he’d been in the last couple months, but it did smack a bit of irony that now, when he finally had a job to focus on, the nightmares immediately came rushing back to ruin his first day.

All he had to do was drive some famous person around, possibly keep admirers off them from venue to vehicle to home. Not that he was currently parked and and waiting in an area that screamed ‘famous people’, but hells, what did he know. Rent-controlled apartments, Jewish community—apart from the synagogue he’d driven past, there was no mistaking the dark overcoats and hats. Cody hadn’t exactly been keeping up with the latest news and entertainment, but for the life of him he couldn’t imagine who it was he was meant to be chauffeuring. He knew where Maria Callas used to live—hello, odd bits of a past life’s study at Julliard—and he knew one of his professors’ assistants lived in this area. That didn’t give him any clues to go on.

Although, now he thought about it—Maria Callas hadn’t lived far from here, closer to West Side Highway. He tried to imagine providing security for a musician of her calibre, and couldn’t. It was too far out of the realm of his typical assignments.

He grimaced into his coffee, which got only less tolerable with every sip—he’d seen the new guy manning the coffee machine at the bagel place this morning, so he really should’ve known. At least the liquid had burned away half his tastebuds while it was still scalding.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cody caught a glimpse of something that must have been unusual. He looked up—yeah, the leather jacket and messenger bag were certainly a bit out of the ordinary, for what he’d seen so far. The man looked good, though, Cody thought—especially when he turned and started down the street in his direction. Right at that moment the windshield wipers sluiced off a generous bit of water and gave him a better view. It took two seconds for Cody to put a name to that face, and then connect it to the direction he’d taken. He choked and nearly spilled his cup of morning poison.

He knew exactly what his assignment was.

Obi-Wan Kenobi dropped into his backseat with a huff. “Good morning. I’m sorry, I thought I told Depa I didn’t need a car this morning.”

Cody swallowed. “Well, Ms. Billaba wanted me to let you know that she’d be covering expenses for as long as she thinks it’s necessary to keep you safe.”

Obi-Wan flashed him a wry grin. “Understood. I’ll direct all complaints to her.”

Cody felt his neutral working mask drop down, and put the lid back on his coffee. “We make every effort to provide satisfactory service to all our clients.”

“Oh, I have complete faith in your abilities,” Kenobi said with an absolutely disarming grin. “I’m just worried you’d be wasting your time with me, that’s all.”

Uh-huh. “Yes, sir.”

As far as celebrities went, Kenobi wasn’t exactly the first name that came to mind. In his own words, he’d been ‘uncomfortably thrust into the limelight’ about a year ago. He’d been a correspondent for a secondary paper—one that had recently gone bankrupt—enjoying his semi-anonymity. As Obi-Wan had said in interviews since, the loss of this anonymity was just about the worst thing that could have happened to his career in investigative journalism.

By all other accounts, though, it had only been a matter of time before Kenobi made a name for himself entirely without anyone’s assistance. He had a gift for finding a story, which was another way of saying he had a gift for getting into trouble.

The story that made him famous had barely even seen the papers. Kenobi certainly hadn’t penned it. Instead he’d turned around and testified in-camera against one Sheev Palpatine, then CEO of Empire Security—which is to say he went and stirred up trouble, and the fame was an unintended side-effect.

Palpatine, with what influence remained to him during the trial, had allegedly spent a hefty sum of money to ferret out a suspected whistleblower. His investigators ran up against several walls and a general or two before they finally grew an imagination and looked outside Empire’s employees, at civilians. From there it might not have been more than two short and easy steps to a bright young reporter by the name of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Palpatine then tasked his best people with running an ugly smear campaign, with the sort of virulence typically reserved for a Senator who wouldn’t vote his way. But, as Kenobi was neither a politician nor running for office, he shook off much of the resulting noise like water. He was charming, earnest, always effusive about his love for his work. (Cody thought it probably hadn’t hurt that the man didn’t seem to have the faintest idea when he was flirting, and would likely have had chemistry with a wooden block, if it came to that, but never mind.)

Obi-Wan also left the country not long after the trial was over, vanishing into Africa to cover an ongoing conflict—aftershocks of a civil war long over. That report had gotten him hired literally within days of his return, as it turned out.

By now, Cody thought, there couldn’t be a cynic left alive who hadn’t already been aware, at least on some instinctual level, that Palpatine was bent. Palpatine’s company wasn’t particularly improved for the fact that it shared a name with a flooring company. The average citizen had never even heard of it, for the most part, and yet Empire handled a startlingly large percentage of Defense contracts. Cody’s experiences with Empire’s mercenaries had been unpleasant at the best of times.

He was beginning to see why Depa worried. Especially given that Kenobi had recently been offered a book deal for exactly the story that had landed him in the public eye, and Palpatine in prison. Particularly when there were rumours that Palpatine might get an early release.

He did stay close, though, when those nebulous rumours coalesced into verifiable news of an impending hearing. Cody watched Obi-Wan, in particular, when that bit of news crossed his desk. His smile thinned, his expression became pensive more often than not. There were more tense phone calls that week than usual, more late hours at the cramped, dark office, more takeout dinners. Cody half expected him to start sleeping at the office, though he didn’t want to know what the short couch there could do to a person’s back.

By then, Cody knew Obi-Wan’s routine so well he could almost sense the moment Obi-Wan needed his tea refilled. He’d taken it upon himself to do so anyway, having quickly realised that without someone putting a plate or a cup of tea in Obi-Wan’s general vicinity, the man would plainly forget to eat. Cody hadn’t figured out getting him to sleep at regular hours yet, but in his defence he’d never been particularly good at that himself. At least trying to keep up with Kenobi actually exhausted him to the point that he slept without nightmares—for the most part.

Cody was just passing Obi-Wan another steaming cup when he shoved the laptop aside with a heavy sigh and rubbed fiercely at his eyes. He eyed the mug blankly for a moment, then smiled.

“Oh, bless you, Cody,” Obi-Wan sighed, hunching forward and all but wrapping himself around the cup. “Your timing is impeccable.”

Cody grinned, a warm feeling creeping through him as he sat down beside him on the ragged couch. “Pressing deadline?” he asked, nodding at the laptop.

“Of a sort.” Obi-Wan sighed heavily. “You know, when I testified against Palpatine I thought that should be enough to bury him, for good.”

Cody shrugged. “He’s rich, he’s powerful, he owns three senators and their penthouses. What were you expecting?”

Obi-Wan shot him a politely abashed glare. “Pardon me for daring to be occasionally optimistic,” he said wryly—apparently completely unoffended. “In any case, I might be able to push the book out for an early release. Though, I’m beginning to suspect that was a bit ambitious of me.”

“I did wonder about that,” Cody admitted. “His trial didn’t get any publicity. Last year, no one seemed to know who he is or what he was arrested for.”

“They wouldn’t have, if he hadn’t drawn attention to me in the first place.” Obi-Wan scowled at his tea as he viciously toed off his shoes and put his feet up on the almost comically small coffee table. “It’s interesting, actually—the paper I worked for went bankrupt, and most of the places I submitted my stories to in the last year wouldn’t accept them, no matter how eager they when I pitched them. It was just starting to get a little easier in the last month or two.”

Cody barely stopped himself from turning to glare at the man. “Please tell me this isn’t why you thought I’d be ‘wasting my time’ watching your back.”

Obi-Wan seemed surprised. “Well, no, I mean—I’d just gotten a job here, and in a few months I’ll be temporarily replacing Jane as the anchor for the news. It’s not so much that I thought—oh, yes, all right. I thought it would finally stop. I got a job, I got an offer to publish the damn book. Logically, yes, I know, people like that never stop.” He huffed and buried his face in his hands, the mug resting mostly empty on the arm of the couch beside him. “Fuck.”

Cody sighed. “Daring to be occasionally optimistic, right.” That got him a faint snort.

“Honestly I just thought there had to be more interesting targets,” Obi-Wan mumbled. “I was abroad for a year, anyway.”

Cody couldn’t help himself and laughed softly, reaching out to grasp Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “If it’s any consolation, I’m here to be as pessimistic as necessary to keep you out of trouble.”

Obi-Wan huffed, collapsing sideways to rest his shoulder against Cody’s. “I trust you.”

They sat that way for another few moments, until Cody drained his own mug. It was only when he tried to put the cup down that he realised Obi-Wan had fallen asleep, and smiled fondly at the disgruntled sleepy mumbling. Not wanting to wake him just yet, Cody set his timer for twenty minutes and settled back, sighing. In twenty minutes, he would wake Obi-Wan up, take him home, and that would be the end of the night, yes…

Six hours later he woke up stiff-backed and with a faint headache, with faint snoring in his ear. “Shit.”

#Commander Cody #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Obi-Wan Kenobi is Space Anderson Cooper #it's great #fantastic #only I can't do it?? aaarrrgh #XD #anyway I've clearly been watching too much Leverage #wild ficcage and au spawn #myurbandream

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gffa · 7 years

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I have such enduring love for STAR WARS in large part due to the incredible authors that keep me coming back. I have such fun with the canon, there’s so much of it and so many things about it are wonderful, but there’s something really magical about the fandom and the fic that explores things in a way that canon can’t, that it can change things or ponder a What If scenario or can just take a moment to let the characters breathe and be still or just to provide some resolution that canon is unable to or won’t do. Fanfiction is wonderful and I’m glad that there are so many Star Wars writers who care passionately about it and share their wonderful talents with us! ✦ [remember us - if at all - not as lost] by wreckageofstars, obi-wan & anakin & rex & cast, 6.2k There’s nothing like a cold, dark pit to put the end of a war into perspective. ✦ Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obikin + jedi!obikin, 35.2k wip During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone. ✦ Cataclasm by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & waxer & cast, 42.9k wip For reasons unknown to all but himself, Obi-Wan Kenobi has left the Jedi Order in the midst of the Clone Wars, taking with him a single clone. Anakin Skywalker has been unofficially tasked by the Order to find Obi-Wan and bring him home. ✦ The Best Dressed Lie by igrockspock, leia & bail & breha & tarkin & cast, 5.4k Leia begins showing signs of force sensitivity at an early age. Her parents struggle to dissuade her from investigating her new powers before Vader discovers the daughter he never knew he had. ✦ On the Day Before by victoria_p (musesfool), vader & leia & mon mothma, ~1k Darth Vader eavesdrops on a very interesting conversation. ✦ untitled by glare-gryphon, obi-wan/anakin/bail, NSFW, d/s, spanking, modern au, 2.1k If there is one thing Anakin does not expect when he walks into Bail Organa’s office, it is finding his composition professor perched on the edge of the man’s elaborate desk, sipping tea from one of Bail’s expensive tea sets and talking with the man as though they’ve known each other forever. ✦ untitled by darthcuddles, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, d/s dynamics, spanking, ~1k Anakin sits and waits, his knees on the soft carpet and the diamond collar he got from Obi-Wan firmly around his neck. ✦ Outlander by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, wing fic, ~1k Anonymous asked: If you want a prompt. How about Anakin with wings? Like force child born with wings ✦ Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan AU / untitled + untitled by stonefreeak, obi-wan & padme & riyo & boil & cast, 6.6k “Happen, something did. Cry out, the Force did.” Master Yoda’s ears droop. ✦ Failures of Rhetoric by Mithrigil, obi-wan/satine, nsfw, 4.1k wip Or, five times Obi-Wan Kenobi should’ve kept his trap shut. And once he should have said something, anything, anything at all. ✦ untitled by themoosejthm, obi-wan/anakin/padme, nsfw, 1.1k obianidalasuggestion: Anakin loves cuddles. When he’s bored, he’ll snuggle up to Obi-Wan or Padme, no matter what they’re doing, until one of them pays attention to him. Even if it’s just scratching his head like he’s a cat. ✦ you know what they say about assumptions by darlingargents, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, modern au, 5.4k Padmé, Anakin, and Obi-Wan are dating. For some reason, the media doesn’t know what to make of it. ✦ Do Not Go Gentle by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & cast, a/b/o, 10.5k wip Anakin Skywalker is only six months into his Jedi training when he goes missing on a mission, bringing his Master’s life crashing down. Unable to recover from the loss, Alpha Obi-Wan Kenobi grieves his Padawan’s uncertain fate, unaware that his life would once again be turned on end with the arrival of an Omega Sith Lord to the Temple ten years later. ✦ A journey of a thousand miles by greyathena, han/leia & luke & cast, 149k Relationships have to start somewhere. Or, once you’ve jumped into a garbage chute with people you kind of either decide to like them or you don’t. ✦ When Dark burns as much as Light. by HellsBellsSinClub, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & luke & cast, time travel, 8.4k Darth Vader dies in the arms of his son, fully expecting to be sent to the Void for his sins. Instead, he wakes up in a sandstone hut on what seems to be Tatooine with a ghost of an old friend who has a lot to say to him. full details + recs under the cut!

✦ [remember us - if at all - not as lost] by wreckageofstars, obi-wan & anakin & rex & cast, 6.2k There’s nothing like a cold, dark pit to put the end of a war into perspective. Oh, I utterly adored this fic, there’s something so exhausting about it, something so tense and hard, in exactly the way it was meant to get across, that this war has dragged on for so long, it’s almost like a physical ache to read about how badly off Anakin is here, it does such a lovely job of showing the long, grueling grind that wore him down. I love love love Rex’s point of view in this fic, all that he sees about this Jedi he so admires, what he knows about Anakin Skywalker, yet there’s that distance, because the Jedi are kind of weird and it balances how much he cares very, very much, but he can’t reach Anakin the same way Obi-Wan can. And, oh, when Obi-Wan shows up he is perfect in this fic, that the relationship there isn’t the focus (the focus is on Rex and Anakin and the exhaustion of the war) but the way Obi-Wan touches him, the way Anakin lets him in, the way Obi-Wan carries Anakin in a way Anakin would never allow from anyone else, the way there’s so much good in all of these people, yet they’re marching on towards ROTS, all of it is beautifully done and such a great, great fic. It’s angsty while being subtle about that angst and it’s gorgeous for it, one of the best things I’ve read this week. ✦ Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obikin + jedi!obikin, 35.2k wip During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone. Chapter 7: This is an update rec and will focus on this chapter, rather than the fic as a whole. As I’m sitting down to write this rec, I’m realizing that it would probably be impossible for me to do what I want to do (which is half entice people into reading something I love and half giving myself the space to flail as much as I want) without spoilers, so the first half will be my usual light-on-spoilers style and the second half (which will be marked) will go ahead full tilt. This chapter is an important one, it’s the aftermath of an important conversation that Obi-Wan and Anakin just had, where that aftermath is as important as the first conversation, which is how a fic should be, I should look forward to the reactions after the big reveal just as much as that moment itself–and, boy, did I enjoy that part here as well! Their conversation was beautifully in character for the heartbreak of it, but also that they’ve spent enough time here that it’s softer than it might have otherwise been, it’s happier than it might have been without the lead-up and presence of those other two versions of themselves lingering around in the background. And then there’s the growing tension of the greater plot and point of the story, there’s this amazingly built up moment at the end of the chapter, that even when I was pretty sure it was coming, I was still on the edge of my seat, and left with my mind spinning about all the possibilities and things I wanted to see and explore. This is a fic that’s meant for me, so I’m biased about all the fun iddy things it’s doing, but it’s also a fic that has clearly been plotted out from the beginning and has laid down the path that it wants to walk from the first chapter–I know that’s a vague thing to say, but it’s hard to say more without being spoilery! But it’s a thing I’ve noticed with the author’s longer stories, that when I read them and look back on them, it’s clear that they set out for where they ended up from the beginning, that the right details were laid down all along the way. And that makes for such a good story, especially one where the characters have to face these two Sith Lords that look just like them and how unsettling that is and what it drags up that they’ve tried to keep from each other. Okay, from here on, there will be SPOILERS for this chapter! Because a big chunk of the reason I do fic recs is to give myself a safe place to flail in the manner that works for me and I really, really wanted to write this down somewhere and so here we go. I suspected the reveal in this chapter, I’ve been wondering about it for the last chapter or two, ever since the comment about the mirror in the journals, but that took absolutely nothing away from the tension and build-up that was present in the story, I think I almost would have been disappointed had it gone any other way. And, as I was talking about this chapter, I remember the prompt I gave Lily for this one, that I liked the idea of the Jedi versions meeting their Sith versions and having to face that they weren’t as different as they’d have imagined they were–that is exactly what this story is, that is exactly the role Veris and Isten play in this story, and it doesn’t matter that they’re not real, because they are real in the sense that matters. They’re real in that they’re elements of what’s been hidden away in Obi-Wan and Anakin both, what they’re afraid of, what they want, what they’re not looking at, what they think they can never have. The reveal, Obi-Wan thinking about them, after the confession about the Tuskens and Anakin being more open to him, the thought that he hated Isten because he didn’t want to Fall, that Isten was everything he was afraid of, just itches at Obi-Wan’s thoughts, until he puts everything together. The scene where he wakes Anakin up and leads them to the other bedroom, the tension of that building and building realization, where it’s just about to break, soon, soon, any moment now it’s going to happen, was so, so deliciously done! But I’m getting ahead of myself, I’m skipping over the conversation in the immediate aftermath of Anakin’s confession about the Tuskens, and this is what I was getting at earlier–I wanted the rest of that conversation as much as I wanted the reveal there, I wanted to know what was going to happen next?, just as much as I wanted that moment of shock and surprise! And it delivered that as well, I think I enjoyed it just as much or maybe even more, because, oh, the fic got Obi-Wan’s reaction, that he doesn’t just wave away what happened, he doesn’t ignore that this was a terrible thing that was done, nor does he say it’s all his fault and absolve Anakin of any wrong-doing. Instead, the fic gets that difficult balance of Obi-Wan feeling responsible, of putting this weight on his own shoulders, without taking away his understanding of Anakin’s agency and choice in those actions. That it’s about what this whole fic is about–that Obi-Wan is responsible for Anakin, not in that he’s obligated to do it or that it’s his fault, but that he chooses to do this just as Anakin chooses to leave himself in Obi-Wan’s hands, that that’s the point of Veris and Isten, to make them confront what they were avoiding. It’s partly that he’s Anakin’s Master, he trained Anakin, he was supposed to be responsible for making sure that Anakin didn’t go down that path, because they’re Force users and this is part of what it means to become a Jedi, to learn control, that’s what your Master helps you with. And Obi-Wan sees it as his failing, that he failed to see Anakin as he was, because he loved him so much and believed in him so much, but there’s something else there, that it’s not Obi-Wan berating himself or feeling pathetic about it. It’s Obi-Wan who joins Anakin in sharing this burden of responsibility–not because Anakin is a burden, but because there’s weight to what Anakin did. It mattered. Obi-Wan would never hate him for this, but neither would he just handwave it away. And that balance between all those things is spot on for who Obi-Wan actually is and how he would feel about this, that it’s about joining Anakin in responsibility, rather than shifting entirely onto one or other of their shoulders, that he’s the Master in this relationship, that is his lifelong and cherished role, so he will always join Anakin, which naturally leads right back to thoughts of Veris and Isten, the way Veris pulled Isten back when he would have ran at the Jedi half-cocked, when Isten explains how choosing to give his Master that authority, to accept the firm hand of his guidance, helps him, keeps him from going out of control. It of course makes me look back on every single thing either Sith has said to the Jedi, how it’s been about confronting something they had chosen to set aside or were desperately hiding (even from themselves at times), realizing how carefully chosen and planned those moments were, entertaining on their own, but even better when recontextualized like this! All these elements are all wound together so beautifully in this fic and I cannot wait to see where they continue to go, where sure I’m biased, but I also think this may genuinely be my favorite fic of the author’s yet, as you can see by how much I just had to talk about it! And, oh, I love so much that this isn’t about how the Sith are so much better or that the Jedi versions are terrible, but instead that this is about possibility, ones that were set aside or ignored or shoved down for various reasons, that they took a step forward here, they kissed and it made sense to me, after everything they’d confronted and the realization of just how entwined they are with each other already, how they can balance each other, that it’s not about them becoming exactly like the Sith versions, but instead finding a new balance of themselves. And just what all that exhibitionist and really, really good sex says about what each of them want with the other, yesss. I mean, who knows, maybe I’m way off-base about all of this! But that won’t take away from how much fun I had theorizing about things or that I enjoy each chapter as it comes out and the careful way it’s walking the path it’s on and how it’s just SO GOOD FOR ME. ✦ Cataclasm by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & waxer & cast, 42.9k wip For reasons unknown to all but himself, Obi-Wan Kenobi has left the Jedi Order in the midst of the Clone Wars, taking with him a single clone. Anakin Skywalker has been unofficially tasked by the Order to find Obi-Wan and bring him home. Chapter 9: This is an update rec and will focus on this chapter, rather than the fic as a whole. This continues to be one of the best fics in the fandom, it does such an incredible job at what it’s aiming for–examining the effects of the war on the characters it hurt the most and what that’s like from the inside, as well as highlighting what is so spot on for them, had they just been in slightly different circumstances. This is a fic that really understands what characters like Obi-Wan and Anakin and Ahsoka and Mace and the clones were going through, that there were no good choices available to them, that greater themes of choice and lack of choice were going on–and that’s really highlighted beautifully in this chapter, when Obi-Wan and Waxer run into a group of Sith. It was a fun chapter for the action and plotful stuff, I’ve been enjoying their relief mission and wherever the Force is taking them, but this one really went hard on the emotional impact and even further showcased why Waxer is here, what this resonates with him, as a clone who was literally born for this war. It’s a fic that doesn’t shy away from the difficult things, but neither does it villanize anyone who isn’t actually a villain, it gets what The Clone Wars was putting down, it’s one of the most in character fics I’ve read for characterization, but also for themes of the Jedi and the Sith and the clones and the war and politics. Of course everything goes exactly how you know it’s going to go, but that just makes the fic all the stronger for it–though, I also really enjoyed the OCs used for this chapter, they felt right to Star Wars and they meant something, they had an emotional impact on me, I cared about them and their fates after only one chapter here, which is pretty damn great. I loved the bits of world-building, I love that the author has clearly thought about what it means to be a Force user, the way Obi-Wan describes the building they head towards as like he’s being suffocated genuinely gave me a shiver, the way the fic gets that having visions about the future, having vague feelings that something isn’t right, is a lot like anxiety and then outright causes anxiety, this fic really shows just how muchdarkness there was in the galaxy, how the Jedi were tasked with putting out so many fires that they couldn’t get to them all, so many really horrible, traumatizing fires, and never enough time to recover before another fire was starting up. And that’s how I feel about this story–it’s earning that sense of exhaustion and heart-sickness, for the characters and for me as a reader, in exactly the way it’s supposed to. So when they can’t fix everything perfectly, I remember everything that’s come before, and I feel the emotions right along with the characters, I’m sad because they try so hard and this is never going to be the end. I’m just emotionally sore when something else still yet happens and even when there’s a hug, it’s painful because it’s so wrenching and they’ve both given so much to this war and just EVERYONE DESERVED BETTER and this fic does a gorgeous job of showing that. ✦ The Best Dressed Lie by igrockspock, leia & bail & breha & tarkin & cast, 5.4k Leia begins showing signs of force sensitivity at an early age. Her parents struggle to dissuade her from investigating her new powers before Vader discovers the daughter he never knew he had. This was a lovely look at a young, fiery Leia dealing with how she just knowsthings and how it haunts her and makes her wonder and all of it is wrapped up in her fierce, determined, often angry personality. There’s such an intensity to her here, so many little details that really show the sheer amount of determination packed into one character, how she is recognizable as a child even to her adult self. That this was not always an easy childhood, for Leia or for her parents, that there were so many sharp edges and I love that it’s hard not to think of Anakin, even as he’s not actually a presence in her life at all. It’s a lovely read for a character that I find endlessly fascinating! ✦ On the Day Before by victoria_p (musesfool), vader & leia & mon mothma, ~1k Darth Vader eavesdrops on a very interesting conversation. This was a short but lovely fic about Vader overhearing a conversation not meant for his ears and having a pretty giant revelation dropped on him–in a conversation I can very much imagine Leia and Mon Mothma would have had! And there’s a moment that was just so perfect, when Leia put forth her assumption about her father, that had me laughing because of course. It’s a really fun fic, Vader is such an utter creeper and yet you kind of feel sorry for the murderous baby killer! It’s a difficult line to walk sometimes, but this fic does it with such charm and charisma that I greatly enjoyed it. ✦ untitled by glare-gryphon, obi-wan/anakin/bail, NSFW, d/s, spanking, modern au, 2.1k If there is one thing Anakin does not expect when he walks into Bail Organa’s office, it is finding his composition professor perched on the edge of the man’s elaborate desk, sipping tea from one of Bail’s expensive tea sets and talking with the man as though they’ve known each other forever. I’m usually more of an Obikin reader and that’s what I picked this fic up for–the established pairing is Bail/Anakin and that’s a good portion of the foundation here, Anakin’s thoughts are often with him, even as it’s Obi-Wan touching him and fucking him, but it’s not like the Obi-Wan/Anakin part is unimportant, that it doesn’t hold weight in the fic in comparison, because I definitely enjoyed reading this for that part of it! I’m a sucker for d/s dynamics with these characters, especially how much more settled Anakin feels, and when it’s combined with having two people to trust to take care of him? When it’s combined with some really, really satisfying sex as Obi-Wan fucks him over the desk, then Anakin is guided to his knees to suck Bail off while Obi-Wan pushes back into him, different feeling and sparking something very good in Anakin? Hell yes that was a fun pwp fic to read that hit all the buttons I was hoping for, this was lovely and satisfying and I’m delighted to have read it! ✦ untitled by darthcuddles, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, d/s dynamics, spanking, ~1k Anakin sits and waits, his knees on the soft carpet and the diamond collar he got from Obi-Wan firmly around his neck. Speaking of things that appeal right to me and satisfying me! The d/s dynamics of this fic, as it gives Anakin structure and allows him to be more settled with himself, how he trusts that Obi-Wan loves him and will take care of him? How he’s beautiful here and how he can push for just a little bit of a punishment that he wants, just the right amount, always done with so much love? How Obi-Wan puts him over his lap and does what Anakin’s been needling him for, then has him stand against the wall to fuck him, rough and deep? It’s a short fic, it’s not even a thousand words, but it’s one of those that’s a delicious little treat for when you want it and I appreciated it so much for embracing everything my id wanted, bless. ✦ Outlander by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, wing fic, ~1k Anonymous asked: If you want a prompt. How about Anakin with wings? Like force child born with wings This is not quite 400 words, but it got me, it’s one of those that captured my attention and had me thinking about the potential here, the way it just sort of blossomed in my mind and the things that could have lead up to this and where it would go from here. All from a single scene of Obi-Wan meeting an Anakin with wings and some really beautiful imagery in the descriptions of Anakin. It’s a fic for when you want a delicious little treat to read, something to perk up your night or morning, and maybe give you a few lingering beautiful images in your mind’s eye! ✦ Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan AU / untitled + untitled by stonefreeak, obi-wan & padme & riyo & boil & cast, 6.6k “Happen, something did. Cry out, the Force did.” Master Yoda’s ears droop. These are part of a larger AU (masterpost here) that should probably be read in order by this point. This rec will focus on these two together, rather than the series as a whole! I really did try to wait until the next part was posted before reading, because I knew they were going to end on a cliffhanger, but I just cannot resist them! They’re so well written and so beautifully true to Star Wars and do so well with a cast of characters, that it pulls in various Senators or clones or Jedi, all of whom show a different point of view and bring something to the scene they’re narrating, and continuing the plot forward. I love this AU for how true to the spirit of Star Wars it is, but also just that it’s absolutely engaging, how I’m on the edge of my seat for these entire fics, as Obi-Wan is wounded in the bombing and how there’s an excellently done sense of chaos screaming around everyone. There’s so much good worldbuilding here, the way the Jedi just know something’s happened, the way the Senators have different cultural backgrounds that are woven into the story (I loved the veiled face Senator and the sheer amount of kindness and empathy Riyo showed her, yesssss, that is my Star Wars!), I loved that I felt everything right along with Padme, as she watched in worry about her friends and colleagues, unable to do anything to help but keep out of the way. And there’s the Obi-Wan scenes. Which just absolutely are heartbreaking for how much pain he’s in, how much danger his life is in, and the absolute utter crushing sense of suffering I, as a reader, felt when he was so alone and in pain and believed he was going to die without someone there to be with him. The simple line of how he thought perhaps it would have been Anakin who was there with him at the end just casually destroyed me, it was woven into the story in such a lovely way and perfectly done, that he faced death as a Jedi, his reactions so empathetic and understandable, yet he found as much peace as he could with it. This is why Obi-Wan Kenobi is my favorite character and this fic just hits that spot in me that loves him so much, it does justice to him, it gets him right, it’s so good. ✦ Failures of Rhetoric by Mithrigil, obi-wan/satine, nsfw, 4.1k wip Or, five times Obi-Wan Kenobi should’ve kept his trap shut. And once he should have said something, anything, anything at all. Chapter 4: This is an update rec and will focus on this chapter, rather than the fic as a whole. I continue to love this series so much, it’s so sharp and has this really deft way of having all these unsaid things crowding into the room, in a way that really fits with Satine and Obi-Wan, that I understand why they’re like this, even as they can be terribly infuriating as well, it’s a spot on balance for them. That this is a moment where Obi-Wan doesn’t say anything, that saying something would ruin it, that even for all the banter here, the real heft of the story is in the atmosphere, the undercurrents beneath them, the sheer amount of unsaid emotional weight between them. It’s just so sharp and so good, it’s everything I fell in love with when it came to these two. ✦ untitled by themoosejthm, obi-wan/anakin/padme, nsfw, 1.1k obianidalasuggestion: Anakin loves cuddles. When he’s bored, he’ll snuggle up to Obi-Wan or Padme, no matter what they’re doing, until one of them pays attention to him. Even if it’s just scratching his head like he’s a cat. Oh, this was a lovely fic based on the adorable prompt, it’s such a good example of the different kinds of warm-hearted affection each of these characters displays towards each other–the way Anakin wriggles his way onto Padme’s lap, lays his head against her, the way she casually pets at his head, the way Obi-Wan does something kind for her to show his thoughts are with her, I am entirely here for this with these three, that easy way they balance each other so well. The little details are wonderful, the way Anakin is guileless in the way he’s so attractive, the way Obi-Wan and Padme both center around him even as they gently touch each other, the way Padme’s suggestions for what she wants in the morning, wants to see Anakin ride him, so beautiful when he’s filled up with Obi-Wan and how much he loves them, how she wants to watch Obi-Wan finally lose control and flip him over to fuck him thoroughly, which was only a brief description but certainly filled my head with pleasant thought as I drifted off to sleep. I am so very here for warm, sweet, kind, suggestive, lovely OT3 action and this was such a good treat to read! ✦ you know what they say about assumptions by darlingargents, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, modern au, 5.4k Padmé, Anakin, and Obi-Wan are dating. For some reason, the media doesn’t know what to make of it. This was a really cute, adorable modern AU that’s just completely fluffy and a fun read! Where the three of them are in a relationship and the press has a field day with possible cheating going on and how they’re having fun with playing with that and silly, light-hearted antics. It’s one of those fics that you read when you want something entirely kind and zero angst in sight and that’s an easy read, which is exactly what I was hoping for, especially with all the angst that often goes in in fandom. Really cute, adorable fun! ✦ Do Not Go Gentle by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & cast, a/b/o, 10.5k wip Anakin Skywalker is only six months into his Jedi training when he goes missing on a mission, bringing his Master’s life crashing down. Unable to recover from the loss, Alpha Obi-Wan Kenobi grieves his Padawan’s uncertain fate, unaware that his life would once again be turned on end with the arrival of an Omega Sith Lord to the Temple ten years later. –>Chapter 5: I know I’ve recommended this fic at least once before, but I can’t remember where the recs left off, so I’m going to start over again! This is one of those fics that I gleefully read as soon as it puts a new chapter out because it is right up my alley with the a/b/o stuff and Obi-Wan and Anakin finding each other again so many years later, Anakin just so ready to find his Master again, feral and wild, only able to be put under control by the one he loves, by his Master, by Obi-Wan. Who cares so much about him, wants to be kind and gentle to him, but there’s that underlying streak of possessiveness that comes out in this universe because of their biology and the time spent apart and the how of how they find each other again, the amped up intensity of the emotions. All of that hits my buttons just right on, and then you add in a/b/o to it, with scent smelling and cuddling up together because Anakin doesn’t want to be parted, how Obi-Wan gently bites at him in their sleep, how he marks Anakin because neither of them want to be separated, how they’re vaguely trying to take things slow to do it properly, but you know it’s going to be a clusterfuck. That’s everything I’m here for! I love every single one of those tropes, especially when they’re done with charm and charisma. I love that there’s angst, but the delicious kind that I’m eating up, rather than feeling exhausted by, because I know they’ll eventually work things out and in the meantime, I get unconscious snuggles and nibbling, I get Anakin this hurricane of a storm in the Force who just settles when he’s with Obi-Wan, who will take care of him, who wakes up and looks at Anakin underneath him, all sprawled limbs and trust, and it’s all so damn good for me. ✦ A journey of a thousand miles by greyathena, han/leia & luke & cast, 149k Relationships have to start somewhere. Or, once you’ve jumped into a garbage chute with people you kind of either decide to like them or you don’t. I do have one caveat about my rec for this fic: I’m only ten chapters into the fic at the moment, so only about a quarter of the way through, but I’m a slow reader on this one, and I wanted to write the rec now! I do what I want and all that, basically. Where this fic really shines is in the Han and Leia perspectives, the fic does a really lovely job of making them have all these sharp character traits, but without reducing them to only that, that even when Han is a scoundrel or Leia is a stone-hard princess who has lost her world or when she’s less than five feet of pure rage, it never loses that they’re people, that Han is kind of Totally Unsmooth and that Leia is unsure of her place in the Rebellion for a long time and unsure of her relationship, that they’re stumbling towards something, but it’s going to take awhile to get there. It’s got some fanon tropes that it joyfully embraces (like Chewbacca thinking of them as cubs or wondering when they’re just going to have a cub of their own, etc.) but that’s part of the warm-hearted charm of the fic! And it nicely pulls in a lot of details from current Disney canon, so this feels like an OT fic, but one that fits with the current events! But mostly it’s just a really, really well-written piece for Han and Leia’s characters, that it’s smooth on a technical level but also you can feel how much affection there is for both of them from the writing. A lovely, fun and very lengthy, satisfying read if you’re into these two, all the more so because it doesn’t drag, but still takes its time to show the length of the journey and all the fumbling along the way. ✦ When Dark burns as much as Light. by HellsBellsSinClub, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & luke & cast, time travel, 8.4k Darth Vader dies in the arms of his son, fully expecting to be sent to the Void for his sins. Instead, he wakes up in a sandstone hut on what seems to be Tatooine with a ghost of an old friend who has a lot to say to him. I do have one caveat ahead of time, that there are a lot of typos in the fic that could use a good scrub with the editing brush, but I mention this only because I want to encourage people beyond that, as I found a really solidly good and fun story here, that it was so satisfying for being an Anakin time travel fic (which is very rare for me to find one that works for me!) and how he has to face all the shit he did, all the terrible things and all the people he hurt that didn’t deserve it, but done in a way that makes me love him all the more for it. There are a lot of little details I really love, the way being back in a healed body changes some things (what he can do that he couldn’t in the suit) and not others (the way he’s so used to pain), that this is about dealing with that as well as the tangle of emotions that he just buried away for so many years as Vader. That he has to actually accept the horrible wrongs he did against people (Obi-Wan especially, who did not deserve any of that), how angry he is in a very bad way, but maybe there’s hope for him yet. That he’s not just monstrous acts, but that he can find his way back to the light, that he cries for everyone that he cut down and those he made suffer, and cries for how much he didn’t see (especially how much Obi-Wan loved him) and it’s this really satisfying embracing of all those things that had me tearing through this fic and enjoying it SO MUCH.

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TDPL snippet - The Padawan Discussion, round 2.

I got 2 likes and a hell yes, so here’s the next NaNo snippet. I wrote it on it’s own because it was one of the scenes that begged to be written. It’s the second of three conversations regarding Luke and Leia’s potential as padawans and who will be teaching them.

These conversations are necessary because Obi-Wan, self-sacrificing, self-deprecating man that he is, long ago came to the conclusion that if Anakin had had any other choice, Obi-Wan probably wouldn’t have been his master (comparisons to Qui-Gon were distinctively effective in planting this idea). As such, he is determined to ensure the twins know that they can have any available master and refuses to claim them for himself. He doesn’t want them staying with him out of any sense of obligation or thought that they have no other options.

Stupid, yes, but he’s Obi-Wan Kenobi, and his master and student did wonders in building up his self worth.

So the Padawan discussion, Round 1 is between Luke and Leia. Round 3 is between Obi-Wan and the Council. Round 2, though, is Luke and Obi-Wan.

Also, slight, very slight Anakin bashing and less slight Jedi-defending ahead.

Anyway, enjoy.

“I know… I know I made a big deal about being a Jedi like my Father,” Luke beings. “And I’m not taking it back,” he hastens to add. “I wanted to be a Jedi at first because he was. I guess I just wanted to know him in someway. But I didn’t wanna be a Jedi like my Father, y’know?”

Obi-Wan does not know. Luke has been adamant on preserving Knight Anakin Skywalker’s legacy. He’d made that very clear. To Master Yoda, to himself, to Vader, and especially to the Emperor. As a result, Obi-Wan finds himself puzzled trying to find the meaning behind Luke’s words.

“Why ever not? If any Jedi proved that attachments are not necessarily a bad thing, that they can save lost souls and bring them back to the light, I would think it would be your father. He certainly taught me quite a bit about it.”

“Yeah, but… I looked him up, y’know. Anakin. His Jedi career, I mean,” Luke says. He’s looking at his boots, at the desert wrappings he’s managed to keep despite otherwise acquiescing to the initiate uniform. “And you were right. I mean, I’ve met him, now.” The boy gives him a wry smile. “He is an amazing pilot, a great warrior, a brilliant tactician, and a good friend.”

Obi-Wan returns the smile, hearing his own words echoed back to him, twenty-odd years before they were said.

“But…” the boy trails off.

“But?”

“I don’t think he’s a very good Jedi.”

Obi-Wan’s eyebrow rises at that. While he would not exactly argue, hindsight and all that, it was surprising hearing such a proclamation from Luke, the one person able to see the Light in Darth Vader.

“When Master Yoda died, I was alone. I still had you and Father around to advise me, but I was the only one who could rebuild the Jedi. So I had to decide what the Jedi were going to be.” The boy takes a deep breath. “I didn’t want us, well, me. I never had time to find anyone but Leia to be an ‘us’.” His smile turns rueful, and Obi-Wan thinks a look of such intense loneliness should not be on the face of a child so young. Obi-Wan remembers seeing that look on a young Anakin at a funeral pyre a decade and lifetime ago, and ignore the memory of seeing it on his own during a trip to a certain agricultural planet.

It won’t do to dwell.

“And what did you decide?” he prompts.

“I didn’t want to be pacifists, never lifting our weapons, and I didn’t want us to be isolationists, hiding from the galaxy so we could stay pure. The Republic would need us. Me. They would need me to undo a lot of the damage Sidious had done. To find the pockets of darkness that he left everywhere. And there was so much hurt and pain. Once I knew how to sense it, I could feel it everywhere. I finally understood what you felt with Alderaan. And… and I know how pain affected Father. It lingered in him. It never went away or got better. Instead, he dwelled on it, he feared it. But, I didn’t want to ignore it either, like some of the old books I found said. I didn’t want to pretend it wasn’t there. You can’t release a feeling into the Force if you don’t acknowledge it’s there.”

And, oh, the wisdom of children, Obi-Wan muses, to see that which so many of the Order misinterpreted, whether deliberately or not.

“I wanted the Jedi to be better. I wanted us to turn sorrow to sympathy and pain to compassion. I wanted the new Jedi to be strong enough to be kind, even if the galaxy took everything from them. To… to remember how easy it is to be hurt and to try not to inflict that on others. Maybe even find a way to take it on themselves, relieve other’s suffering, y’know?”

“You wanted your Jedi to be the opposite of the Sith.”

Luke nods. “I didn’t want to be the type of Jedi Father was,” the boy says. He takes a deep breath, bracing himself for his next words. The Force is whispering in Obi-Wan’s ear, telling him to pay attention. That what comes next is important, a fulcrum upon which the future might rotate.

“Ben,” the boy whispers, heart in every word, “I don’t want to be a Jedi like my Father was. Is. I want to be a Jedi like you.”

And once more a Skywalker has shattered his heart. He’s beginning to forget what it feels like whole. It takes him time to respond. He opens his mouth to speak, and finds a large lump blocking his words. He swallows, and realizes his eyes are over-wet as well. He’s forced to blink a few times as he struggles to get his breathing back under control.

“You wanted to be like… me? Whether for the good of the galaxy or not, I lied and manipulated you, Luke. I’m very good at it.”

The boy shrugs. “You were hurt and in pain. It’s kinda obvious how much you love Anakin.” Obi-Wan was tempted to point out it was obvious to everyone but the man in question. “I’d be telling myself the same things if Han or Leia did even half of any of what he did. And I was really mad at you when I found out. You still should’ve told me yourself but… I tried to lie to myself about Vader, too.”

“Luke…” The boy really is far too forgiving.

Said boy suddenly looks up and meets his eyes. There is a defiance, a spark challenging Obi-Wan to deny him.

“I read your journals. Not all of them.” It’s a bit of a non-sequitur, Obi-Wan thinks, but Luke evidently has a point he wants to make. “I didn’t… didn’t get the chance to complete them, y’know. But I read about what happened during the drought. Uncle Owen hated you, tried to hurt you, but you were always nice to him. The Tuskens tried to kill you, but you just disarmed them cause they were weaker. Everyone back home can barely stand Jawas, but you helped them. The only way you could stop yourself from helping was to never interact with people, ever.” Obi-Wan wants to cringe. He had hated, well, resented at times, that he’d been put in a position where he was forced to choose between others and Luke. He’d chosen Luke, like always. It makes him a terrible role model, he thinks. The boy in question, however, seems to disagree.

“You saved everyone that day when you stopped the slugthrowers, y’know? Jabba’s men would’ve just murdered them all because they were dying of thirst and angry, and you helped them without even thinking. That’s the kinda Jedi I wanted to be. The kind of Jedi I want to be.”

Obi-Wan finds that words have failed him. Perhaps it was for the best that Owen had kept Luke far away from Obi-Wan. With his ability to render the great Negotiator speechless, the boy probably would have convinced him to hijack a freighter off the planet and join the rebellion before he was six years old.

The mood shifts suddenly. Luke has his feet planted in a stance that reminds him of Anakin. But the way his jaw is set is pure Padme.

“I know Father betrayed you. I know I’ve got a lot of his faults and problems. But I promise, I won’t fail you. I’m not afraid!” There are tears in the boy’s eyes as Luke repeats to Obi-Wan the same words he said to Yoda on Dagobah. “I won’t fall to the Dark Side. I won’t.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t even have to check to Force to know which action to take next. But he gladly obeys it’s commands to gather the tear-stained boy into his arms and hold him close. Luke responds instantly to the comfort, collapsing into near silent sobs of frustration, weakened by the intensity of his emotions.

“Shh… Luke, shhhh.” Obi-Wan murmurs in the boy’s ear, hand reaching up to rub wide circles on his back. “You have it wrong, my boy. So, so wrong,” he confesses into blond hair.

Calmed, Luke sniffles and pulls back. He stares back at Obi-Wan through watery blue eyes. He’s confused, but determined to make sense of the emotional wreck he has made of Old Ben.

Obi-Wan answers him with a wan smile of his own. “I am not afraid of you falling to the Dark Side, Luke. I do not believe that there’s a fundamental flaw in the Skywalkers. Large hearts that care oh so much, but that carry the capacity to bring so much Light into the world, like you’ve proved yourself several times over.” The smile sharpens into a smirk before fading away.

“I’m worried that I will fail you. I don’t exactly have the greatest track record for padawans. The one who was solely my responsibility destroyed the Order. The one who I helped train left it and apparently spent the next decade or so of her life proudly proclaiming the fact that she was not a Jedi.”

“You taught me.”

“For all of two weeks. Master Yoda did far more for you than I did.”

The boy shakes his head vehemently, pure denial flowing in the Force around him. “Master Yoda was great, but I only trained with him for six months. Everything else, I learned from you. From the books and stuff you left for me. Even though you weren’t there, you were my teacher.” The boy gets a frightfully concerned look on his face. “Wait… do you… do you not want us around?”

Truly, there should be a law or a provision in the code that prevents younglings from tugging on heartstrings this effectively.

“Luke… I want to teach you, and Leia, far more than you can possibly imagine. But don’t think you that you are obligated to stay with me out of some sense of loyalty. The finest knights and masters of the Jedi Order’s entire history are available to teach you now.” Obi-Wan does not want to push Luke and Leia on another master. He wants to hold them close and keep them safe, as he has wanted since the moment they were born. But it has never been about what he wants. He could never forgive himself for binding Luke and Leia to him out of selfish need. So he continues to try and reason with the boy. “Master Windu knows how to channel anger and the Dark Side without letting it cling to him, a wonderful gift for those who must constantly face the darkness in the galaxy. Master Yoda, I know, would agree to teach you once more if you wanted him. I convinced him to do so when you were twenty-two, I think I can do so again now that you are twelve. Master Fisto recently knighted his padawan, and is certainly one of the greatest Jedi you’ll meet. The only reason he is not on the council yet is because of his humility. He will be raised within the year. And those three are only a handful of the top masters in the Order. Other members of the council would take both of you as padawans in a heartbeat, and if they refuse you, I will advocate for you until they do. I am not your only option.”

Luke has that stubborn set to his chin again, but Obi-Wan can see his lip is trembling. “I don’t want the top masters, or the best, or… or… or whatever you’ll call everyone else. Leia and I already agreed. We want you. That is… if… if you want us.”

And suddenly it is not Padme or Anakin’s reflection that Obi-Wan sees before him. It is ginger hair, saber bruises, and eyes defiant even as their owner cannot comprehend what’s so wrong with him that he isn’t wanted.

And Obi-Wan wishes it were possible to kick his own ass for being such a Force-blind fool.

While the Force is great, his ally, and in agreement that he is an idiot, that is a feat it cannot grant him. So, he follows it’s guidance, makes his choice, and swallows until he can find his voice again. “Go get your sister.”

Luke hesitates, not sure if he has won or not.

“Now, Luke.”

The boy dashes off, and Obi-Wan takes the time to recover.

Of all the ways to take after Qui-Gon. The Force is more comforting than he deserves, but he lets himself be assured. He caught himself. He listened. Yes, he acted out of fear, but it was fear born of love for the children, of wanting the best for them, not a fear of the pain a betrayal might cause. Of all his master’s mistakes and flaws, this is one he won’t repeat.

But there is something else there. Something small and trembling in his heart, overwhelming him. A hurt he’d stopped acknowledging long ago beginning to heal. Luke and Leia had already discussed this, had agreed long before he asked. All the available masters in the Jedi order available to teach them, and they had chosen him.

By the time Luke returns with Leia in tow, Obi-Wan has centered himself is standing in front of the couch once more. The twins are confused, rightfully so, but when he motions them to sit, they comply.

“At least once in my life I am going to do this the correct way.” He takes their right hands, Luke’s in his own right, Leia’s in his left, and kneels so he is closer to eye level.

“Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa,” he meets their eyes, uses their old names, their true names. The names with which they best know themselves. It may be the last time he can say them out loud for a long while. “Will you do me the great honor of agreeing to be my Padawan learners?”

Leia is the first to respond, silently nodding, starting slow, but gaining speed. “Yes.”

“Yes!” Luke’s agreement is instantaneous. And, like so many times since they’ve reunited on Jakku, Luke launches himself into a hug. This time, though, he drags Leia with him. “Yes, yes, yes yes yes! I told you, Leia!”

“Thank you, General Kenobi, for taking us both,” the girl whispers into his shoulder, and Obi-Wan realizes that, for all her strength and fire, that trembling he’d felt in the silk-thread of their bond had been fear. Fear that, regardless of his attempted assurances otherwise, he would abandon them, or worse. Far wrose, she’d been afraid he’d separate them, take Luke but leave her in some other master’s care.

He clutches the children, his children, his padawans, though making it official will have to wait, even closer. Never, he swears, never again will I allow them to fear I will leave them.

Though parting is inevitable, never would he do so willingly, and always would he come back. After all, he thinks ruefully, even death has failed to part me from the Skywalkers before.

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