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The one you left behind
(a tiny sneak peak into my current Obikin project, a modern AU, dark themes, grieving, strong language.)
"Why, Anakin?" he cried out, his voice cracked and filled with despair. "Why did you leave me? Why did you choose this path of punks and drugs?" He paused, curling his hands to fists, crushing the grass blades. "I hate myself for not being there, for not saving you from the demons that consumed you. And I hate you for leaving me behind, for abandoning our friendship, for leaving me with nothing but this overwhelming fucking emptiness."
I hate myself for pissing off like a coward once we got serious. I hate myself for being foolish and stupidly young. I hate myself for only taking and never giving you anything back.
I hate myself for never saying "I love you" out loud.
His words pierced the quiet air, a bitter mix of self-loathing and lingering resentment. Obi-Wan's fingers clenched tightly around the grass beneath him, as if trying to ground himself, to hold on to something tangible amidst the whirlwind of his emotions, a maelstrom raging inside.
He lowered his head, his tears falling onto the cold ground, mingling with the damp earth, it had rained yesterday, mud wetted his jeans. "I loved you, Anakin," he choked out, his voice laced with a mixture of pain and longing. "Even after all these years, that love still lingers within me, twisted and broken. I hate that I couldn't save you, that I couldn't mend what was shattered between us." but I was foolish, wishing for something the world didn't grant me.
Obi-Wan's words lingered in the air, the weight of his remorse filling the space around him. He felt the burden of guilt settle heavily on his shoulders, his heart aching with the knowledge that he would never be able to make amends, to offer his apologies to the one he had hurt the most.
I fucking hate myself.
#obikin au#obikin#obikin fic#obi wan x anakin#sw au#star wars fic#felix's weird thoughts and drabbles#star wars inspired#stephen king it#inspired i would say at least#I love the book one of my favorite books#that's gonna be a lot of hurt I am writing#Hurt obi-wan#my fanfic#authors was lonely at and wrote this at 2 am#author is sleep deprived
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You turned into your worst fears And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain Crossing out the good years
#star wars#swedit#starwarsedit#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#hayden christensen#ewan mcgregor#tvedit#filmedit#userconstance#usermal#userhella#tusermelissa#underbetelgeuse#usersavana#usermandie#useraurore#usermali#mylyrics#byyolanda#this song is so [their shipname i cannot think of] coded#obikin? aniwan? kenwalker? skynobi? idk either way they were FAMILY and they LOVED one another and it HURTS#loved how ani referred obi wan as a father while obi wan was like...hold up i am not THAT old....we're brothers#i downloaded two episodes of the owk series just to gif this
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Help me obi wan kenobi youre my favourite ghost
#Tried this three different ways to maximise image quality and i landed on this thick ass fuckin white border setup. Enjoy#Star wars#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#the clone wars#revenge of the sith#Star Wars fanart#RotS fanart#darth vader#I hope this hurts
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Day 5 - caf since my scribbles can be totally illegible, here’s a transcript Obi-Wan: Here you go, Cody Cody: Oh, thanks, sir Cody: this... it’s caf? Obi-Wan: Ah, yes! I’ve noticed my teas are not really to your tastes, so I stocked up some caf for you instead! I hope it’s okay Cody: ... oh Cody: ...thank you.
#codywan#obi wan kenobi#commander cody#star wars#tcw#starwarstober23#little comic#I absolutely love the trope of them doing flimsiwork together and drinkin tea and caf#and Cody doesn't really like the teas Obi-Wan gives him but drinks them anyway because no one has EVER offered him something like that#and he'd rather jump out of an airlock than hurt Obi-Wan's feelings#so he sucks it up and drinks it and maybe even almost likes one blend or two#but ofc Obi-Wan notices at some point that Cody obviously isn't a big fan of teas so he'll get him caf instead#and if Cody already marveled at someone offering him something like tea this is a whole another level#a cup of caf is practically a love letter to Cody#I love them so much#codywan every day all the time#THEM#idiots in love#I also always struggle with coloring comics like do I color them or not????? so they end up colored kinda in this half-assed way usually#also if it hasn't become clear yet I can't draw backgrounds and struggle with that too so everything always takes place in some weird LIMBO#my arts
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QuinObi Week Part 2/5 - First / Next
Day 2: Knighthood/Raising Padawans Track: 'How Bad We Need Each Other' - Marc Scibilia (Spotify / YouTube)
"I'll grab the bags." "And I will grab the Padawans." "But they're already-" The sound of excited squealing from Aayla and Anakin echoed throughout the halls, Obi-Wan unable to stop his own laughter from joining in and Quinlan smiling broadly at seeing the joy return to his friends face.
Kind of just a fun moment for the group, one of their first missions all together, pretty early on in Anakin's journey to become a Jedi. I have a whole little fic thought up for this that I am so sad I didn't get the chance to write but it is the one I am most tempted to work on and publish later anyhow, because it is just an all around bit of fun for the little family XD
Enjoy!
@quinobiweek
#Knighthood/Raising Padawans#literally eating away at a part of my heart here#don't think I will be able to not write it even if I didn't want to so badly it near hurts#because I love them your honor#apparently this is one of those click for resolution moments too#silly tumblr#QuinObi Week#obi wan kenobi#quinlan vos#aayla secura#anakin skywalker#quinobi#voswan#obi wan x quinlan#star wars#fanart#my art
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Jedi Chat
Qui-Gon: WE NEED TO HAVE A LINEAGE MEETING!!!!
Dooku: Why? Did you upset another queen?
Qui-Gon: No!
Rael: He’s probably got one pregnant tho I’ve been waiting for him to bring me a niece or nephew for years.
Komari: Can we make this fast, I’m trying to bathe Xanatos’s spawn.
Xanatos: IM IN A MEETING I DONT HAVE TIME TO TRY AND PUT ANGRY FORCE SENSITIVE BABIES IN A TUB
Xanatos: THANK YOU FOR BABYSITTING KOKO
Komari: Yeah, whatever.
Qui-Gon: I am having a crisis here!!!
Dooku: *sigh* What’s wrong this time, Qui-Gon?
Qui-Gon: OBI WAN HAS A BOYFRIEND!!!!
Xanatos: wtf
Komari: but he’s only like two years old??????? He’s an infant??? He’s still in the womb this isn’t allowed????
Dooku: He’s fifteen, padawan, he can have a boyfriend if he wants.
Qui-Gon: NO HE CANNOT!!! He’s my baby!!
Rael: lmaoooo who’s the bf?
Qui-Gon: Quinlan Vos.
Dooku: nvm, you are right to panic. Si just got a vision of their first child and he’s a menace. All their worst in one baby. Wait… Si just said that’s just their first baby and they won’t be born for at least 5 years. Worst of luck to you all.
Qui-Gon: NO YOURE SUPPOSED TO REASSURE ME MASTER!!!
Dooku: Can’t. Bringing my husband to the healers he said that vision hurt.
Rael: Awww, it’ll be okay, Qui, Obi-Wan has at least five more years before he’s thrust into parenthood.
Qui-Gon: this meeting has been so unhelpful I hate you all.
Komari: listen, it might be a bit early to say this. But. I’m not free to babysit that weekend. This applies to all of them.
Xanatos: that’s fair. Komari is my babysitter, I’m the one with blackmail on her.
Komari: :/
#star wars#incorrect star wars quotes#obi wan kenobi#qui gon jinn#rael averross#master dooku#yan dooku#sifo dyas#that is the husband in question that vision hurted#dookudyas#lol idk their ship name if they have one#komari vosa#quinlan vos#quinobi#xanatos du crion#Jedi chat#disaster lineage#mpreg
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sometimes i think about how absolutely TERRIFIED Cody must’ve been during the Zygerria arc.
not only was he left alone in charge of the entire 3rd systems army (so 501st and 212th, obviously) but when they finally hear back from Anakin and Ahsoka, it’s without Rex and Obi-Wan.
and it’s not good news. they literally got shipped out to a slave conditioning camp thats ran by people who HATE them.
the two people hes closest to. and BOTH of them are in a slave camp that WILL kill them if they don’t do everything perfectly.
one wrong move, and the people who mean the most to him would be gone in an instant.
and then, to not even get them back first? to have to wait to see them even longer?
and to see matching scars on his little brother and his closest companion from the brutal torture they went through together. to know they survived something awful and he couldn’t do anything to help. to be constantly reminded of it when he looks at them.
#commander cody#captain rex#obi-wan kenobi#i’m sure this has been said before but i’m thinking so hard about it it hurts#codywan#sw#tcw#cody tag#i miss him so much i love him so bad
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Victory, in 212th Gold (Codywan comfortathon)
Their new – and decidedly less Sithly – Chancellor Organa finished speaking, his arms spread as wide in welcome as the smile on his face. The Negotiator, hanging in orbit over Coruscant while waiting for just this verdict, was still as a held breath. The broadcast ended.
Chaos erupted.
The training rooms – the biggest rooms they had and therefore the natural choice of streaming location for something this monumental – went mad with vod’e shouting, singing, enthusiastic hugs turning into wrestling or dancing. The relief and joy almost made Obi-Wan’s head spin with the sheer depth.
He turned to Cody beside him, still and quiet amidst the sudden explosion of movement and noise. Someone hooked up a player to the projector and a bass-y house mix blared out, adding to the building party atmosphere.
“We did it.” Cody said, and was already looking back at him. His eyes were shining. He reached out and caught Obi-Wan’s belt in one hand. Jerked him close in one blinding motion to collide with his chest. “We did it! Sir – Obi-Wan-”
Obi-Wan caught himself against Cody, beaming at him, “This victory is yours, Cody, and your brothers’-”
“And yours,” Cody said right back, “Yours, the Jedi, you’ve been with us every step of the way.” He ran his other hand up Obi-Wan’s spine, cupped the back of his skull in a hand more accustomed to holding a blaster and no less gentle for it.
He was aware of the grins surrounding them, the focus turning – but it wasn’t any less joyous, and the unshielded euphoria was washing over and around him quite distractingly. “Cody,” he murmured, lifting a hand to his cheek. Stroked a thumb lightly over that long-worn scar. “My darling, you have all been such steadfast lights throughout-”
“Just kiss already!” Longshot shouted somewhere nearby. “We’ve bragging rights to claim, sirs!” There was a thwack of a hand meeting someone’s blacks.
The music changed to something more carnival. More whoops sounded, mixed with giddy booing. Mix defended his choice loudly.
“Longshot, you don’t understand romance,” Cody called back, without looking away from Obi-Wan. “I’m aiming for more than bragging rights here.”
“Is that so?” Obi-Wan murmured, “Well, I’m very happy to hear your elevator pitch, darling, I’ll be sure to give it all due consideration.”
“Haven’t you been listening?” he said, just as low. They were drawing closer together, irresistibly caught in orbit. “I’ve been telling you this whole time, every day that we-”
“Do you want the 327th to win, Cody!?” Longshot hollered. He cackled as several someones went for the tackle. “Just because no one else is brave enough – ah, kriff.” The scuffling intensified, noogie-ing and headlocks abounding as a giant play-fight broke out and turned into an elaborate game of tag. Men who hadn’t gotten a childhood playing in the first moments of being free to make their own choices, entire.
Cody ran his nails lightly against Obi-Wan’s scalp and he shivered into the touch, leaning his head back. His eyelashes fluttered down, but not so far he couldn’t watch Cody’s pupils bloom. “Longshot, my dear, I do hope this is not how I find out about one of my very good friends entering a relationship.”
“Sir, it’s gonna be how most of them find out about yours.” Crys chipped in gleefully.
“If anyone is taking holos, know that I will ruin your new lives as thoroughly as I could when I was in charge of duties.” Cody said, looking about .2 seconds from breaking and ravaging his mouth. Obi-Wan dragged his teeth over his bottom lip helpfully.
“You can’t catch all of us, Commander!” That, Obi-Wan believed, was Mouse – who had blossomed in his confidence this last year under Cody’s tutelage, and was probably going to regret that in short order. He tilted his head a little more, arched his neck.
“Underestimate me at your peril.” Cody tugged him impossibly closer by his hold on his belt. “That goes for you as well, sir.”
“Not sir,” Obi-Wan said breathlessly, “Not anymore. Cody.”
“Are you asking, Obi-Wan?” he said against his lips, a sweet torment. “I’d keep playing, but I would actually like to beat Bly on this one.” Oh, feeling Cody smile was a fresh revelation. “Not to mention, I’ve heard such interesting things about your mouth.”
“What the kriff.”
“Shut up, this is better than anything on the holonet.”
His other hand was splayed against Cody’s collarbone, feeling his pulse drum. He trailed his thumb down to frame his lip, felt rather than heard the quick inhale. “I do hope I live up to the hype.” Let them linger another moment, let the tension and wonder coil like a wound music-box. “Cody. I’m asking.”
Cody didn’t hesitate a second. Kissed him with all the yearning they’d built up over the years. Sank into him like a drowning man into a siren. Icarus to the sun, wax unmelting – or, worth the melting, to be held for a golden moment in sunlight’s hands.
Another cheer went up, ringing the room in noise and only increasing as Obi-Wan responded by twining himself further around Cody with all the hope he had for the future and all the lightness that had infused the Force since Palpatine’s fortunate and unlamented end. They broke apart to an eardrum threatening number of wolf whistles. A chant of Two! Twelfth! Two! Twelfth! started up and he couldn’t have found embarrassment if he’d had a whole excavator to dig for it.
His comm started dinging. He ignored it in favour of kissing Cody again, soft and lingering.
The dinging increased in fervour. “I will be joining Cody in hunting down purveyors of holopics, I believe.” he announced brightly. “My crèchemates are going to be hunting me so it’s only fair I pass that on.”
Cody drew him into another long minute of kissing, then broke it to add to their celebratory battalion, “It would take some impeccable bribery to convince me not to plan creative and ironic revenge.” He made a deliberating face, “It would need to be even better to also distract my Jedi from hunting. You know how he likes his enrichment.”
Half of Ghost was crowded near enough to hear and immediately started heckling and spit-balling offers. Obi-Wan said mildly, “You’re incredibly in biting range, you know.”
“I know,” Cody answered, starting to smile again. “The thing is, I’d much rather you hunt me.”
@codywancomfort
Happy moment for comfort needs (and a bit of kissing in honour of Lasagna)
#my writing#star wars#obi wan kenobi#commander cody#codywan#codywan comfort#we smooching here and its good and nothing hurts#except faces from smiling you know
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I can’t believe it’s already been two years since Obi-Wan Kenobi series finale aired
#forever crying bc of it#one of my favorite moments in the franchise#it hurts so good#peak star wars#obi-wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#darth vader#ewan mcgregor#hayden christensen#jake lloyd#obi wan kenobi series#kenobi series#rosiedraws#star wars fan art#star wars
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AU where Obi-wan is Can Drallig's illegitimate son except of course everyone knows and no one cares except for qui-gon of course.
based on this post by @twinterrors29
#Star Wars#cin drallig#obi wan kenobi#my art#id in alt#its important to me that Cin is like 2.10m and obi wan 1.80m still#yoda is so happy to have another grandchild#cin's age is unknown but the actors are just 12 years apart so im thinking obi wan was probably born when cin was still in his twenties#cin steals obi-wan and feemor from qui-gon#feemor is a guard or a librarian and cin adopts him#anakin is like. who's that guy and obi wan panics bc how do you explain to your sort of child that this is#the guy who brought you to the temple but also you share a blood type and home planet and when he was a child people would call cin his dad#but you can't exactly ASK the guy Are You My Father#so he just kind of skirts around the topic for twentyfive years#cin. to anakin: Im his father but dont tell anyone?#obi wan: ...at least now that is answered#anakin: why is your dad allowed to live here but my mom has to be a slave?#obi & cin plus every jedi in the vicinity: EXCUSE ME#anakin: yeah qui-gon said-#cin: what's with qui-gon jinn hurting my kids??#feemor and obi-wan. : Your Kids??#anakin: grandpa!!!!#cin: now I know why yoda wasn't mad when I showed up with obi at 27 yrs old this kid is adorable
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Happy Valentine’s Day from the galaxy’s most in love couple
#codywan#obi wan x cody#obiwan kenobi#commander cody#the clone wars#star wars fan art#clone wars#star wars#obi wan kenobi#captora art#they are THE it couple of Star Wars#well after maybe Anidala#they make my heart hurt
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Phantoms of the night
Pairing: (padawan) obi-wan kenobi x f!reader
Wordcount: 3.3k
Tags: hurt/comfort, nightmares, post phantom menace, obi-wan needs a hug, but so do you
Summary: With the recent loss of Qui Gon Jinn, Obi-wan has been struggling. But trying to keep it together as if the loss of Qui Gon didn’t impact you too is taking a toll on you. So when he seeks your comfort in the middle of the night you finally break.
Notes: one of my first fics and it’s not perfect but oh well, honestly just tired of looking at it so here it is
It’s been hard. And emotionally challenging. Sometimes you wonder how you’ve been able to keep it together without completely breaking down. When you came to his quarters after you’d heard the awful news, you tried your best not to break. Mainly for Obi-Wan's sake. Because he couldn’t stop sobbing when he broke in your arms, and your own tears followed soon after. When you were both done crying the sun was already starting to rise. But you were finally able to sleep.
The loss of Qui Gon Jinn would impact the both of you, more than either of you would realize in the long run. Qui Gon was someone you looked up to a lot. Sometimes you felt like he was your second master, simply because you were sent on so many missions with him and his padawan. That’s how you and Obi-Wan grew so close. But Qui Gon was not just a mentor, he felt like family. His steady force signature, his warm voice, his fascination with prophecies and the living force, those disapproving looks he’d always give you and Obi-Wan whenever you may or may not have ignored his direct orders…
But now he was gone. And it felt like a part of you had been ripped away from you. But there was a worse feeling than your grief for your lost friend. It was having to see Obi-Wan, his padawan, go through this. His guilt. Because Obi-Wan Kenobi was selfless and forgiving to a fault, but also knew how to beat himself up over every single mistake he made. Even when he wasn’t the one to blame. Over the past two weeks you’ve held him more times than you have in years as his defenses seemed broken and he completely shattered in your arms. Repeatedly. Which was so unlike him. And it was hard, having to see Obi go through this. But you told yourself to not break down because he needed you. He needed you more than ever. So you tried to put your own grief for Qui Gon aside, and ignore the overwhelming stinging in your chest whenever Obi-Wan’s sobs continued on long after sunset. But you were there for him. Because that was the only thing you could do.
Obi-Wan wasn’t the type to show vulnerability often. Oh no, he would rather force everything deep down to never be diggin up by anyone, not even by you. Not that he didn’t trust you, he trusted you with his life. And he had more times he can count. It’s because he didn’t want to hurt you since he knew you would worry about him immensely if he told you. And he hated that. He hated being the cause of your pain. Or anyone else’s for that matter. So Obi-Wan bottled things up. Even despite your best efforts to try to talk to him.
These past two weeks he’s felt so incredibly guilty of seeking you out after the simplest task during the day, simply because even that felt too overwhelming. Or at night when he’s been awake for hours and finally gave in and came to your quarters. Or when you came back from a day away from the temple for a mission. He felt guilty. But his overwhelming grief made him give in when you had offered him kindness and compassion. Because he needed it.
This wasn’t the Obi-Wan you knew. And it’s taking a toll on you without fully realizing it yet. But it hurt. Everything hurt. Maybe that was why you were soaked in sweat in the early hours of the morning and woke up gasping for air. Trying to calm yourself down you look around the room, and realize you woke from yet another nightmare. Dreams weren’t uncommon for you. In fact, they were very common, you were a highly skilled padawan and had a deep connection to the force. But this often led to you having visions in the form of dreams. Which made nightmares like these even worse. They were incredibly vivid. And what if they weren’t just nightmares? As you push away the covers and sit up in bed, you realize that deep down this was just because of fear. Your grief for Qui Gon, fear of losing Obi-Wan the same way, of him being so broken and overwhelmed with hurt you wouldn’t be able to heal him... And maybe you felt a little more strongly about Obi-Wan than most jedi. Or any jedi. But he couldn’t know that.
You sigh and still feel shaken by the terrors of your dream and decide to get up and walk to your refresher. Water would help. But as you drink from the cup you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and almost grimace. You looked awful. Pale and dark circles under your eyes. It’s like you hadn’t slept in days. So you turn away, unwilling to accept that the last weeks have been harder on you than you realize. But if anything, you were determined. Determined to make sure Obi-Wan would be okay and not force down every bit of grief he felt to become a scar that would forever remain unhealed.
But part of you longed for Obi-Wan’s comfort. Which was a stupid and selfish thought because he was hurting and you couldn’t just ask him for support right now. But he was your best friend. And you needed him. But not as much as he needed you, you tell yourself as you realize you’re suddenly freezing and grab your robe from a chair and wrap it around you. The familiar length of the sleeves providing some sense of comfort. You sit down next to your window as you look at the skyline of Coruscant. There were many speeders flying around in the still very much alive city at 0300. But lost in thought as you look at the familiar sight you realize how alone you feel.
You weren’t alone exactly, you’ve visited Obi-Wan every day the past few weeks (which normally isn’t irregular either) and your own master has been there for you. But you still somehow felt alone as the small but bright, twinkling lights of the coruscant traffic continued to move through your vision. Wrapping your robe tighter around your frame to provide some comfort, you lean your head against the window. You were trying so hard to be there for him. But would it be enough? What if after years he’d still feel like this? You had continued to reassure Obi-wan that this feeling wouldn’t last forever and that time heals, despite how annoying that may be, but what if it didn’t? Your vision blurred as silent tears started to spill from your eyes.
After a while you heard a soft knock on your door. You weren’t sure how long because time seemed to pass more slowly at night than during the lively and brighter hours of the day. A month ago you would’ve been alarmed by hearing knocking at this hour. But now you knew it could only be Obi-Wan. And it was, because this had happened four times before the past weeks. Or maybe it was five— you lost count. Sighing and taking a deep breath after you wiped away your dried tears with the sleeves of your robe, you stand up. Your chest felt tight still. But you try to push the thought away as you walk to the door and open it. And you’re met with obi-wan’s familiar features in front of you. Painted by grief. Which you had unfortunately gotten used to in just 2 weeks. Despite your efforts to keep it together your eyes soften when you meet his gaze. He seemed just slightly puzzled for a moment by the fact you’re wearing your robe but didn’t mention it. Yet.
“Can I come in?” He asked softly, almost timidly and not knowing what else to say. But both of you knew why he was here. He needed you. And you’d always help him. Because it was Obi. You couldn’t imagine your life without him.
So you nod and step away as he enters your quarters and you close the door behind him. Turning to him your eyes meet for a moment. You could still make out the dark circles under his eyes and his slightly too pale face. And his shoulders seemed to be slightly too tense as if he’d just endured something terrible. Or was haunted by phantoms of his failure, like he would call it. He looked tired. No, exhausted. Not just physically but mentally. That’s when you step closer to him and wrap your arms around him, when it seemed like he was already reaching for yours.
“Nightmare?” You ask softly as your head rests against his shoulder.
“The same one…” he mumbled softly and you could tell there was a deep frown on his face by his voice. He had told you about the horrifying nightmares he’s gotten since it happened. How he was always there, watching Qui Gon fight the rageful sith. Until he’d see the anguish look on his master’s face, as the sith gutted him through his chest. Or beheaded him with his gushing red lightsaber. Or choked him with the force. But he’d always die. In whatever way. And all Obi-Wan could do was stand by and watch from behind that force’saken ray shield. Your stomach twisted at the mere thought. You hug him slightly tighter after a moment. And you felt him do the same. Sighing softly, you realize that despite everything, Obi’s arms still made you feel at ease. Despite all the horrors he’s been through. And you close your eyes for a moment.
“Why were you awake?” He suddenly asks softly. Your eyes blink open again. “I wasn’t.” You tell him, and you’re not so sure why you’re lying to him. You’re just worried. “So sleeping in your robe has become custom?” He mumbled softly. Under normal circumstances his words would’ve been teasing, but there was a clear concern behind it. It made your heart ache because you knew how selfless he was, even when he’s hurting this bad he still seemed to care.
“I woke up earlier and couldn’t fall back asleep..” You reply after a moment and try not to focus on the tight feeling in my chest by focussing on his arms around you instead.
Obi-wan doesn’t respond for a moment. But instead leans his head against yours. It was a small gesture. But it sends waves of comfort through you. After a moment you realize you hold him tighter, because of the many emotions racing in your chest. And feel a shiver run through you. And he noticed.
“Are you cold?” Obi-Wan asks softly, almost slightly surprised. And you could deny it, but it’s one more way of pretending, and you’re exhausted. So you nod softly. And feel his arms wrap more securely around you. He tried to warm you up a bit by rubbing his hand up and down your back. And you felt comforted by it. By his touch, his presence, his compassion... He made you feel at ease. Despite everything going on. And after a few moments you can’t pretend anymore. And you feel tears start to spill from your eyes.
Obi-Wan noticed when he felt you start to tremble slightly, and as soon as he did he moved his head away to look down at you, but your face is buried against his shoulder. ‘’Are you alright?” He spoke softly. And that’s when your defenses crumbled. And you immediately feel guilty for crying. ‘’I’m sorry—’’ You choke out as you hug him tighter as if that would help hide the fact you’re starting to break. Obi-Wan doesn’t do or say anything for a moment, but then he tightens his arms around you in return. ‘’Obi— I’m sorry-’’ You manage to blurt out between sobs that escape you as tears wet his robe. ‘’No I am..’’ He says after a moment and then moves away from you so that he can see your face, but you just hug him tighter, afraid of letting go.
He pleads your name softly for you to look at him, his hands moving to your head to gently pull you away from his shoulder. You’re hesitant. But after a moment you give into him. Because eventually, you always do. And then your teary eyes meet his and you’re immediately filled with regret. Because he looks so incredibly sad and guilty. Normally he would’ve been better at hiding it, but not the past weeks. Obi-Wan’s hands move to gently wipe your tears away as he continued to look at you. And you lean into his hand slightly.
‘’I’m sorry..’’ He whispered. ‘’You’ve been there for me this entire time and I—’’ His words get caught in his throat. And you feel so bad for him. Tears continue to fall.
“No— don’t say that please—’’ you say between sobs and he continues to hold you. Neither of you were great at showing vulnerability, on the one hand because you were afraid of what others would see and on the other because of worrying people. Especially each other. ‘’I’m sorry.. I should’ve been there for you...’’ He spoke quietly. And you hated how remorseful he sounded. And how unfair all of this was. So after a moment you closed the gap between you and buried your face against his chest again. ‘’You always are—’’ You say, your voice slightly muffled by his robe. But Obi-Wan wraps his arms around you again and leans his chin on top of your head.
He stays like that for a while. Just like you had for him so often the past two weeks. And even though he didn’t say anything, no comforting words, lullabies or whispered reassurances, this was still enough. This was everything you needed. This was all he could give right now and that was okay. You just needed him. And he gave you exactly that. Then he shifts his head slightly.
‘’You should rest..’’ Obi-Wan says in a soft tone as if to not disturb the quiet moment. Or the way part of you already felt like drifting off into his arms. Months ago you would’ve argued, suggesting you don’t need sleep. But now everything was different. And you just nod slightly against him before opening your eyes and slowly moving away from him. Not too much though. And you realize he wasn’t moving away either as he placed his hands on your arms gently and looked down at you. Those cerulean eyes of his are somber. But somehow there’s still the tiniest bit of light in them as he looks down at you and noticed the care in them. His kindness. And in that moment you realize that it was the strongest force in the galaxy.
You both turn to bed then. And neither of you feels surprised when Obi-Wan lays down next to you and pulls the covers over you both. You’re already turned to him. And when he settles down and turns to face you, you realize you wouldn’t know where you’d be without him. Not after so many years.
You lean your forehead against his shoulder, not wanting to cross any lines. But his touch, his presence was healing in so many ways. And you close your eyes for a moment. After a moment you feel Obi-Wan’s arm wrap around you, and you don’t hesitate to move closer and lean into him. Hesitantly at first. And so was he. It’s not that you hadn’t done this before, laying next to each other, because you had, on multiple missions. It always made your heart beat too fast. But now it was different. You were searching for comfort in each other's presence, compassion and warmth. To hopefully get through the hours of the night. Peacefully. Because you’re both griefing the loss of Qui Gon.
Obi-Wan’s hand rests on your back and you sigh softly, trying to drown in the feeling of his warmth. Because you needed it. Your spark had almost burned out… His had. He lost it. And it painted you to notice it so well. He didn’t deserve all of this. It made you feel like you’d been stabbed. You nuzzle your head slightly more against his chest at the thought. Obi-Wan sighs softly and leans his head against your own.
“Obi?” You hear yourself ask softly, voice barely above a whisper. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. But let’s you know he’s heard it by gently drawing circles over your back with his thumb.
You aren’t sure what to say. There were many things you hadn’t told him. Like how you could get lost in his eyes oh so easily, how you felt your heart beating faster every time he complimented you, looked at you, touched you.. how much you loved him. But you couldn’t tell him that. But he has always been there for you. And you didn’t know how you had gotten so lucky. And why he hadn’t. Because he deserved the galaxy.
“Thank you..” you say your voice drifting off to a whisper. Obi-Wan didn’t respond for a moment. Instead he nuzzled his head against the top of your head slightly more. You felt his lips brush against your hairline when he spoke.
“You shouldn’t..” he spoke softly and regretfully as he held you.
And for some reason that made you feel even more strongly about needing to thank him.
“Shut up.” you mumble softly as you shift and move your arm to wrap around him. Ignoring whatever lines this may cross. You didn’t care right now. Because you weren’t gonna accept any more of this- of him talking badly about himself. Not with what he’s going through. “Just let me thank you...”
Obi-Wan had to suppress the urge to say something. To make you understand that you didn’t need to thank him, that you shouldn’t. Because what could you thank him for? He only brought you worry, pain and the feeling you had to take care of him. He only brought you work. Because he was a mess. And he couldn’t fix himself. And yet here you were offering him comfort yet again when you were struggling. Just as much as he was. Maybe even more, because he kept acting like such a youngling seeking your comfort, your care and your strength. And he hadn’t even noticed just how bad you had been doing, how could he be such a horrible friend? He knows you better than that- he should be better than that. But he wasn’t going to argue with you. Not now. Not when you were clearly exhausted and he had drained you enough emotionally. So he sighed softly, and closed his eyes. Because he wasn’t gonna risk letting the last bit of remaining light in his life die out.
And you would both sleep in each oher’s arms for the rest of the night. Both unaware of just how much you cared for each other. And that wouldn’t change for a while even though it conflicted you both endlessly. But for now you laid in each other’s arms. Seeking comfort in each other's presence as you both tried to escape the terrors of the night. The traffic on Coruscant would soon start to become more lively. The moons would soon disappear from the night sky and be replaced by golden rays of the sun. But through all changes in life, no matter how big or small, you had each other. And that was enough.
#obi wan kenobi needs a hug#guys i’d do anything for this man#eva shamin’s diary#obi wan x reader#eva shamin headcanons#padawan obi wan#obi wan kenobi#star wars headcanons#clone wars#star wars#obi wan x you#the clone wars#star wars fanfiction#phantom menace#dividers by saradika#obi wan x y/n#jedi oc#star wars prequels#hurt/comfort#shiftblr#ewan mcgregor
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Sighs of Breath & Longing
Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader/OFC
stolen glances on your ship to alderaan pass inside the comfort of your loving in between, where a certain little princess wills obi wan into taking a closer look inside his heart…
an older story from 2022, reposting for anyone who likes obi 🌸 ** may contain spoilers for episode four of the kenobi series
You begin to watch him from afar as he’d taken kindly to the little girl – the softened princess with her gentle eyes, and only the strongest of hearts, caring for him instantly. The comfort that she’d been found and that he had done that for her, instilling such wordless relief woven by the joining of their palms.
For a moment it felt as though his eyes had no longer been so weary; that innocence and sensitivity given freely from a child - at the mere touch of her delicate hand alone, had all at once filled him with the warmth he had lost.
You could only imagine what that might have meant for him; to give in to that tender fill of patience laced by love, now that you’ve had a quiet chance to rest after everything that has just gone on…
A feeling of your own – so distantly imagined, that once she’d been safely returned to Alderaan, what then, could this journey imply for you both?
Would he have wanted you to stay with him, just as he sensed your breathless kindness there watching from a delicate veil of cast shadows?
Had he been in tune with all of your heartfelt thoughts and musings, when the sterling blue of his eyes had reflected something slightly hopeful in them, right then as he’d just looked up?
If perhaps you might have slipped away, would you only have dreamed of it yourself?
The passing glance, holding still against your eyes, enlivened there by amber shades of grey, and waiting all at once?
You can only bring yourself to smile softly; to hold onto those stray moments where even the little one has intuitively quirked her brow.
Eyeing the way she leans over to him playfully, her all knowing grin glides itself alight wholeheartedly with wonder, whispering something to him that makes him sigh so endearingly out loud.
“Ben, aren’t you going to talk to her?”
He looks to her fondly with a subtle light of exasperation; something entirely too familiar about it all, awakening his memory to much kinder thoughts.
“Now is not the time, Leia.”
“But isn’t it?”
Shaking your head all to yourself, his ethereal stare lays claim to you all over again, as if the time for saying things, or even feeling them, hadn’t been more perfect than it had right now.
“You’re too smart for your own good.”
“I know.”
That when he taps her knee the slightest bit conspiratorially, as if to say – stay out of trouble, little one, so soon he can be seen walking over; smoothing the coarse tufts of his beard all the while nervously, between his forefinger, and thumb.
“You know…”
He begins, curiously; a certain glimmer left behind to his eyes when he whispers to you once.
“…a very brave, young lady told me that I should come over here, do you think perhaps she might have been right to assume as much?”
Smiling gently from the ship’s farthest end, the gliding feel of your silhouette slips around him, lending a soft wave of your hand to one of the ship’s doors, as it closes right behind you.
“I do, if that is what you might have wanted.”
He breathes you in even nearer, then; wordlessly tracing the slightest hitch of your breath as it hovers past the chill of night, and the dimly held light upon the wall.
“It was.”
For a moment you sense his eyes, and how they’ve wandered off in the careful feel of softened time that passes, finding yourself wondering about all it is that he could possibly be thinking about.
“Are you hurt, General?”
He looks away, tired eyes reflecting all of their blue, where no longer they lay solemn.
“I’ll be alright.”
Your shoulders fall, an exhale of breath soon to give way toward a faded sense of relief, sighing when nothing else comes.
“Forgive me for overstepping, but…”
And he turns to you amidst a cascade of idle shadows, instinctually caressing your face as if it had been every wave of truth; so endlessly overwhelming, and pure.
“What is it, darling?”
Leaning into his smooth and capable touch, the drifting feeling of it alone almost leaves you speechless, forgetting all it is you had hoped to say to him from the start.
“I sense such a deepened ache in you, Obi Wan…your body is not the only thing that must heal itself.”
Brushing along your skin, the winding feel of his palm cradles itself tenderly upon your face, as if lovingly entranced by it.
“I know.”
“What you did for her, and all that you’ve just faced…you shouldn’t be alone in this. Not now.”
“I do not want to be, not truly…”
Listening to the inviting sounds of elegance woven throughout his voice, your compassion brings you toward him even closer, colliding with the plush feel of his chest beneath his robes, and the patient way his arms have soon wrapped themselves around.
“…which is why I am here…offering myself as I stand before you.”
“I’m not sure I fully understand your meaning…”
Flush with your hips, the tip of his nose grazes itself past your cheek, pressing a featherlight kiss to you there, before whispering against the skin.
“I think you do.”
The sensations of his tenderness so swiftly have caught onto your entire being, endlessly commanding over all of your nerve endings, just to ignite them with his affection; as if the inevitable pull between you then, just hadn’t been enough.
“I do not know what lies ahead for me.”
His eyes fall away with you into something so heartfelt, and pleading, intuitively sensing all the ways in which you’ve become so wistful.
“Then come with me, wherever I may go, stay here by my side.”
Threading the kindness of your touch throughout his hair, your fingertips catch onto all the honeyed strands of silken gold, finding it most difficult in the sincerity of this moment, not to fall completely when you steady yourself.
“Suddenly I find myself feeling very much lightheaded…”
He grins, pulling you close, all while anchoring you to him; endearing creases there inside his cheeks, enticing you further, lending the flat of your palms in a deft slide along his chest, with his hands, immediately coming up to cover them.
“Good. Then you feel it too.”
So leisurely, the warmth of his air hovers deep inside the span of your entwined arms, leaving you thinking that perhaps all of this just might have been too much.
But it wasn’t.
None of it was, how could it have been?
Not when his hands had been grasping so desperately at your sides like this, before coming round again to rest inside the incredible feel of your longing arch; nudging a trail of marks behind the sensitive shell of your ear, as if you would ever tell him that he should stop…
“Forgive me, it appears I’ve lost myself…”
Caressing his face in both hands, the blur you feel is soon to clouds the many shades of all your looking, so softly once more when you have smiled.
“No apologies, none needed, none at all.”
You kiss him then – lips slotted together and slow, enveloping the pleasurable scratching of his top lip with your own, before welcoming the sound of a heady groan past the pretty corners of your mouth.
And it stays, fanning aimlessly where it’s been driven outwards from his chest, embracing you impassioned there around; the languid circle of his tongue, tethering to all your tension, just as soon as the fervent feeling threatens to infinitely break apart.
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thanks so much for reading 💐 I think my writing style was a lot different here, in comparison to the way I've been writing stories more recently. I'm trying to loosen up more, and just write what I feel instead of overthinking it too much. simplifying everything is what I'm looking forward to doing now. either way, I hope you enjoyed this & didn't think it was terrible ! 💌 xo
#obi wan kenobi#obi wan x reader#obi wan kenobi x reader#kenobi series fanfiction#romantic fluff#emotional hurt/comfort#mutual pining#love declaration#force sensitive#intimacy#sky lady writes
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The crystal 💎✨🌟💫
(I can't believe it's been almost 3 years since I painted this! ↓)
#codywan#cody worried about the crystal#he is so sweet#and kind#cody doesn't want his Jetii to get hurt#he wants him to live#cuz#obi-wan is his precious one#and obi-wan didn't realize that#I mean#how could he haven't notice it???#Cody clearly cares about him#well#maybe#that's just how obi-wan is#He should know better that he is loved#btw#my art style has changed a lot in couple of years#hasn't it?#it's kinda scary#star wars#light saber#commander cody#obi wan kenobi#the clone wars#star wars fanart#Yunami_art
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still rotating this one in my mind, but same age padawan au where anakin and obi-wan start up a relationship when they’re in their teens, and they’re very seriously in love and they’re trying to hide it but they’re not good at that at all. playing footsie under the mess hall tables. passing notes in class. sending each other young love puppy eyes from across the meditation room.
and anakin is far too happy for Palpatine, so he sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong and points out to anakin (out of grandfatherly concern) that there is no future for obi-wan and anakin. There can’t be. Obi-Wan is much too dedicated to being a Jedi. How can you be sure his feelings match yours?
and maybe they could have survived that but obi-wan’s master, qui-gon, is also concerned about their relationship - it’s too close to attachment, padawan, and you know Anakin Skywalker is the Chosen One. He must walk the path of the Jedi, and your affection towards each other only serves to obfuscate his future, blur his priorities.
so basically they break up because obi-wan never wants to be bad for anakin and anakin confronts him about his feelings and their future and obi-wan, thinking about what qui-gon said, hesitates and that’s enough to break teenage anakin’s heart
and obviously both of them are not actually mature enough to deal with this heartbreak so they go from being attached at the hip to not speaking at all to a quiet resentment of each other
and I feel like they’re in their late 30s before they ever willingly step foot in the same room again and it’s because the council has forced them to…because their padawans have announced their intention to leave the order and marry each other
#obikin#Kit’s silly lil AUs#what if…the mothers of the brides were exes#basically lol#Jedi masters anakin and obi-wan can hardly stand to look at each other cause after all these years the hurt is still there#but now there is a wedding to plan (if they can’t convince their padawans that they can do better than the other’s padawan)
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Part four to: this
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Despite popular belief, Anakin was not totally unaware. He knew his Master had a crush on his Commander, he just wasn't sure what to do with that information. On one hand, it was nice to see Obi-wan focusing his, attentions, on beings other then the Sith they fought- But a part of him also wanted to pull a face because, gross, his dad equivalent was flirting.
In a weird sort of way, Cody and Obi-wan just seemed to fit. Anakin could only compare it to how he felt with Padme- like the match was simply set in the stars, it just took time to flourish. Anakin thinks they bring out the best of each other, and they covered each others flaws too. Anakin didn't like Cody's hesitation, however, and fought the protective urge to shake the man into just doing something. He didn't like Obi-wans crestfallen expressions the longer Cody didn't reciprocate his flirting He didn't like it one bit.
He decided, then and there, that he was going to help. He'd be subtle of course- Anakin can totally be subtle. Obi-wan deserved this, Anakin feels like everyone deserves love. He's just not understanding about the Code, isn't it against it? Isn't this exactly why he and Padme are hiding their relationship? He felt like he needs to look into what the Code actually says, but that was for another day. Now, he had plans to make.
Rex, of course, seemed to be on to him. Anakin would likely have to coordinate with the clone soon.
This was gonna be so wizard.
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Authors note-
Hey! I know it's super short but there will be another part posted later today. I just want to set up some characters- Anyone excited to see what 'help' Anakin is gonna be? ;)
#writing#star wars#codywan#fanfic idea#fanfiction#fanfic#cody x obi wan#obi wan x cody#obi wan star wars#star wars anakin#star wars tcw#star wars fanfiction#star wars the clone wars#Anakin doesnt like watching his dad flirt#its gross#but also if cody hurts obiwan then anakin will-#Anakin Skywalker
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