#Obi-Wan whump

[fromthemouthofzabe]

Super excited to share this work that I created as a part of the @obiwanwhumpminibang alongside with the lovely artist @lucidlikesthings. This has been a super fun event and I’m excited to participate again in coming years!

(Also - if you don’t read the fic at least check out the art - it’s INCREDIBLE!)

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody, Grievous | Qymaen jai Sheelal, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Dooku | Darth Tyranus Additional Tags: Whump, Obi-Wan Kenobi Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Restraints, Minor Character Death, Many (very) minor characters die sorry, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Blood and Violence, Blood and Injury, Electrocution, Burns, Dismemberment, Protective Obi-Wan Kenobi, Protective CC-2224 | Cody, owmb2024, obi-wan whump mini bang 2024 Summary:

After a desperate, drawn-out siege, Obi-Wan is forced to surrender to separatist forces in order to save what is left of his men. As a captive of General Grievous, Obi-Wan tries his best to keep his men safe – and his spirit intact.

[holdingonforheaven]

Febuwhump Day 13

"You weren't supposed to get hurt."

Cody and Obi-Wan deal with the aftermath of Kadavo

[foreverchangingfandomsao3]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody, Anakin Skywalker, Stitch (212th medic OC) Additional Tags: Whumptober 2023, Whump, Hurt Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, Obi-Wan Kenobi Gets a Hug, Obi-Wan Kenobi is a terrible patient, locked in syndrome, Anakin Skywalker is surprisingly caring, Tired CC-2224 | Cody, Medical Conditions, Lets be real here I am not a doctor, The medical stuff is very much a case of I've seen it or spoken to someone who is medically trained Series: Part 4 of Whumptober 2023 Summary:

Whilst on a campaign on a planet, Obi-Wan gets a head injury and has to live with the consequences. Featuring a caring Anakin and a very tired Cody!

My fill for whumptober day 4: No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.” Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”

[plo-koons-favorite-padawan]

“Hi, baby”

Ref:

From Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir’s Moulin Rouge number in the 2018 Winter Olympics, featuring Ewan McGregor singing!

[dailydragon08]

Far Cry - a May the Fourth fic

Pairing: None (this fic exists outside of the Remnantsverse) Summary: Finally alone after the final battle with the emperor, Vader's helmet holds secrets and a path to healing for Luke to uncover. Warnings: descriptions of canon-typical violence, Luke has PTSD and has a breakdown, characters working through trauma, mention of Luke's lost hand and lightning scars, heavy angst, some whump. A/N: Happy May the Fourth! Comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated and my Remnants masterlist can be found linked in my pinned post on my blog! Enjoy! You can see some incredible art for this fic drawn by the lovely @shaythey here!

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Luke stared down at the sleek black helmet in his hands, hunched in his seat as if still leaning over his dying father’s body. Anakin Skywalker’s final words echoed in his head: “Tell your sister…You were right…”

Leia hadn’t wanted to hear it, as was her right. Her experience and connection to him was a far cry from Luke’s. She celebrated his death just as the rest of the rebels did. He knew she wouldn’t be so callous as to ignore Luke’s pain, but he didn’t want to bother her. She was still off spending some well-earned downtime with Han and the others. So, he sat aboard the Falcon alone, hunching over his father’s helmet that he cupped reverently in his hands. He had just finished in the refresher and looked down at the ragged scars tracing pathways all over his still bare abdomen, chest, arms, and even a little onto his neck. The scars on his right arm cut off right where the cybernetic connected, the blaster hole still laying all the wires bare for the galaxy to see. He glanced at the wires and then back at Vader’s helmet—Anakin’s helmet.

“He’s more machine now than man. Twisted and evil.”

But he wasn’t evil. At least not in the end.

He gripped the helmet tighter, falling into the familiar warmth of the Force, and suddenly vivid memories that didn’t belong to him flashed before his eyes—

He was suddenly much shorter and was following an unfamiliar man with a lightsaber strapped under his poncho through the Tatooine streets. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder and looked back at the woman standing behind him, then back again to the man. He turned and raced to the woman’s side as she crouched on her knees, murmuring a soft, “Ani…”

The image faded and he now stood in unfamiliar apartments, with what looked like the Coruscant skyline outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. A strangely familiar woman, beautiful brown hair, big doe eyes, and a wardrobe that belied a significant status stood in front of him, staring with trepidation. “Ani? My goodness, you’ve grown!”

“So have you,” he heard himself say, glancing down to hands and robes that weren’t his, Anakin’s lightsaber hanging from his belt. “Grown more beautiful I mean.” Someone cleared their throat next to him, young but bearing a striking resemblance to Obi-Wan. “For a senator, I mean!”

The woman shook her head and laughed uncomfortably. “Ani, you’ll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine.”

The image changed again to an ornately carved, covered balcony overlooking a lake at sunset. C-3PO stood on one side of him and R2-D2 on the other. The same woman now stood in front of him, holding his hands (one of them an uncovered cybernetic) and wearing an intricate lace wedding gown.

“And do you, Anakin Skywalker, take Padmé Naberrie Amidala to be your lawful wedded wife?” Threepio asked.

“I do,” he replied.

The balcony was suddenly engulfed in flames until the lake disappeared to be replaced by one of fire. The woman, Padmé, now heavily pregnant, stood in front of him again on a landing platform with her ship in the background. Tears streamed down her face as she slowly backed away. “You’re going down a path I can’t follow.” She moved back towards him, cupping his face in her hands as he glanced behind her to see who he now knew as Obi-wan standing at the top of the boarding ramp. “Come back! I love you!”

“LIAR!” He moved away. “You’re with him! You brought him here to kill me!” He reached out and began to Force-choke Padmé as she tried to resist, gasping and gagging as she clawed at her throat.

“Let her go, Anakin!” Obi-wan cried as he descended the ramp.

“Ani—” Padmé tried to gasp out.

“Let. Her. Go.”

He did as bade and Padmé gasped and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

The image warped once more, and now he was looking through half of the familiar mask in his hands, the other half slashed clean off by a lightsaber. A desperate and devastated Obi-Wan stood in front of him, the red and blue lightsabers casting eerie glows on their faces in the night.

Tears filled Obi-wan’s eyes. “I-I’m sorry, Anakin. For all of it.”

He struggled to speak through his damaged helmet, his voice going back and forth between his own and the twisted version the mask produced. “I am not your failure, Obi-wan…” He lowered his head and looked up at his opponent through half-burned lashes. “You didn’t kill Anakin Skywalker…” He smiled cruelly. “I did.”

More images flashed almost too quickly to comprehend: hacking down hopeless opponents with his lightsaber, crushing their necks with the Force after pinning them to the ceiling; cutting off Luke’s hand on Bespin; in the shadows of a building’s column, grinning ear to ear after Padmé told him she was pregnant; caressing her belly in the Coruscant apartments discussing baby names; graphic nightmares of Padmé dying in childbirth; Emperor Palpatine, his face free of deformity, insisting that the Jedi Council didn’t trust Anakin; facing the Council and several masters denying him the rank of master, even after being a decorated Clone Wars hero and training Ahsoka from padawan to what should’ve been Jedi Knight before they betrayed her and through her, him; Obi-wan’s smiling face telling him, “you are strong and wise, Anakin, and I am very proud of you…Goodbye, my friend…” having no idea it would be their final goodbye as two fellow jedi; having a picnic with Padmé in a grassy field, a waterfall in the background, then rolling around on the ground together laughing; picking up the emperor as he tortured Luke and throwing him down the shaft of his own throne room, electricity crackling through his suit and rendering it useless, the oxygen no longer coming—

Luke opened his eyes, gasping as if he’d been underwater and sat up quickly. He jumped as he banged his head on the bunk above him, rubbing it with his hand while keeping a tight grip on the helmet with the other. He sank forward again, bringing the helmet up and pressing his own forehead against it. He let the tears flow freely; after his ordeal tonight, he didn’t have the energy to sob or even let his body shake—the tears just spilled down his face in torrents.

Padmé. His mother’s name was Padmé. And Leia looked exactly like her. And Anakin loved her with everything he had, but the slow corruption of Palpatine, the war, the failings of the council, and the nightmares of losing her—which could’ve likely come from Palpatine as much as just fear and stress—had twisted his mind and warped him into someone unrecognizable. That is, until Luke came along. From Anakin’s memories, he could see that Obi-wan cut one side of his mask off and in a duel, Ahsoka cut off the other. But only Luke could remove the full mask. Only he could unmask Vader and return Anakin Skywalker to the land of the living specifically because of his connection and attachment to him. Only he could succeed.

There were no visuals this time, but he heard a young Obi-Wan’s voice in his head as clearly as if he were standing next to him: Padmé…Anakin has turned to the dark side…

What? No! You’re wrong! How could you even say that?!

I saw a security hologram of him…killing younglings…

Not Anakin! He couldn’t!

Now Padmé’s voice struggling through her final words: There’s good in him…I know—there’s—still—” followed by the wail of a baby.

Now Anakin’s voice one last time: You were right about me…Tell your sister…you were right…

He looked up to see the ghost of Anakin Skywalker in his prime standing in front of him. Tears obscured Luke’s vision but even through them, he was startled to see how alike they looked. Anakin smiled sadly before reaching over to wipe Luke’s tears. Luke jumped when he could feel real, warm, flesh on his face, Leia’s voice suddenly crying out his name.

Anakin’s visage vanished into smoke to be replaced by his sister standing there, a worried look on her face as she wiped away a tear with her thumb. Luke stared at her bug-eyed for a moment, grasping her hand to make sure she was real. She glanced down at the helmet in his hands, her face twisting in disgust. She looked around the bunk, grabbed Luke’s discarded and fried black jacket where it lay on the mattress next to him, and wrapped the helmet up in it like a dead animal before throwing it all onto the adjoining bed.

“Luke, it’s all right,” she murmured, stepping between his legs to hug his shoulders.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his face sink into her shoulder as she massaged the back of his head. He finally let his body shake and sniffled, gripping the back of her dress in his fists as if she might disappear. He wasn’t sure how long the two of them stood like that, but eventually, his sobs subsided and he sat there, still in her arms, gasping for air like a drowning man. Leia didn’t push or rush him, just continued to stand there, her cheek leaning against his hair as her nails gently scraped at the back of his head.

Finally, he heaved a shaky breath. “You’re my sister.”

“And you’re my brother,” she replied.

“But you’re not a Skywalker.”

He felt her tense. “…No.” She paused, taking the hand that was massaging his head and wrapping it around his shoulders. “But you’re my family. And I’m always here for you, no matter what.”

Luke nodded before slowly leaning back, keeping a soft grip around her waist. Leia glanced at the lightning scars littering his torso sadly, her hands sliding down his biceps just as his hands slid to hold her forearms. They gave each other a gentle squeeze before she tilted his forehead against his.

“It’s over,” she said quietly. “Just breathe.”

They took a deep breath in sync, and on the exhale, he wanted to tell her how there was still good in Anakin at the end. But he knew she still wouldn’t want to hear it, and that was her prerogative. With her experiences, he couldn’t say he blamed her. It would just have to be something he held onto himself until she was ready—if she was ever ready. And if she never was, he would make peace with that.

Leia finally broke the silence by nodding towards his charred cybernetic. “Want me to arrange for that to be fixed?”

Luke sat up straight, taking another deep breath, this time steadier and easier. “No. I think I’m about to be too busy anyway. I do have a new order to create, after all.” And although he couldn’t see him, he could sense his father’s presence in the room and the slow curve of a proud smile on his lips.

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[dontbelasagnax]

@codywanfirstkissbingo: kiss of life

It shouldn't be like this. He had plans. Dreams.

He'd thought of a gentle kiss shared one late night when the hum of companionship and longing looks spilled over. Lips tasting of herbal tea and ration bars.

Or, hidden away in a dark corner of Coruscant on a rare shore leave, they'd find comfort in giving into what they've both wanted for so long. Hands tangled in hair, remnants of their meal licked from blisteringly hot mouths, not a care in the world.

Perhaps they'd wait till after the war. Reach for one another amidst cheers and find joy and relief in their embrace and long awaited kiss.

Instead, he presses his lips to Obi-Wan's for the first time and does his best to breathe life into unresponsive lips and lungs. He can't ignore the acrid taste of blood and ash. There's nothing but terror and heartache lancing his chest.

'Not like this', he thinks, a hot tear running down his cheek. 'Please, stay with me.'

(bingo card under the cut)

[gentlespace]

Safest hands

My art for the amazing @ijustreallylovedaredevil’s fic, safest hands, for the @obiwanwhumpminibang!!

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Looks like Kenobi had multiple cracked ribs, a collapsed lung, broken arm, bruising nearly everywhere, a moderate concussion, and possible intraabdominal injuries.

It was the last point that made Stim’s heart sink. The lung he could deal with, the bruising wouldn’t kill him, and even the concussion wasn’t a major risk. The broken arm was less good, but again, not a threat to life.

Internal bleeding could be.

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I had so much fun working on this, I always love drawing Obi-Wan and Stim! Thank you Rylie! And the wonderful friends behind this mini bang!

[queenbasicallynotbasic]

Rewatched Star Wars: The Clone Wars Season 2, Episode 13

Greatest Hits:

The episode name - Voyage of Temptations (like oh my god)

Anakin curious about Obi-Wan's relationship with the Duchess Satine

"Senators, I presume you are acquainted with the collection of half-truths and hyperbole known as Obi-Wan Kenobi?" "Your Highness is too kind." "You're right, I am."

Satine and Obi-Wan fighting (The senators trying to ignore the obvious chemistry)

"The sarcasm of a soldier." "The delusion of a dreamer."

Anakin watching the drama with great interest

Senators basically telling Satine and Obi-Wan to drop it (for now)

Also Anakin shipping the hell out of them

"But it’s obvious you had feelings for her. Surely that would affect your decision." "Oh, it did. I live by the Jedi Code." "Of course. As Master Yoda says, “A Jedi must not form attachments.”" "Yes. But he usually leaves out the undercurrent of remorse."

Anakin going to find his men so that Obi-Wan can have dinner with Satine (you cannot convince me that that was not his motive)

"Do you always carry a deactivator?" "Just because I'm a pacifist doesn't mean I won't defend myself." "Now you sound like a Jedi."

Obi-Wan and Satine just openly flirting at this point

"Just like that swarm of venom-mites on Draboon, remember?" "How could I forget? I still have the scar." "Begging your pardon, Duchess. I distinctly remember carrying you to safety." "I meant the scar I got after you fell and dropped me." "Oh, yes."

"I'll take care of this, Obi-Wan. You go find your girlfriend." "Right. Ah, no, Anakin! She's not my-"

"Oh, all right... had you said the word, I would have left the Jedi Order."

The episode ending with Satine basically making Obi-Wan blush

"[The beard] hides too much of your handsome face."

[biblicalbi]

Imagine a world where Obi-Wan survives episode IV and has to deal with another generation of disaster romances with the Skywalker family.

Leia: *falls head over heels with a dashingly handsome and very mouthy rogue who has more red flags than green*

Obi-Wan: “Oh no.”

Luke: *flirts with a stubborn yet extremely caring world leader despite the Jedi’s no-attachment rule*

Obi-Wan: “Not again.”

[betelgo0ze]

Obi-Wan and Anakin are implied and outright confirmed to have seen each other as brothers, but I’d like to take this a step forward by defending my weird ass helluva boss inspired headcanon: Anakin also sees him as his father(only sometimes)

Anakin was nine when Obi-Wan took him, and a nine year old probably can’t separate an old person from an older person. Yes, he knows Obi-Wan is younger than the other Jedi Masters, but he doesn’t think about it like that. To him, Obi-Wan is on the same “level” and age is just another factor in his mind. Obi-Wan isn’t going to sit him down and explain that the only reason he’s his master is because Qui-Gon died and that every day he walked on thin ice around the other masters, being the youngest and knighted on a technicality. Anakin would soon realize this on his own in his early teens and after a long conversation he came to learn that Obi-Wan regretted nothing that had happened. It was hard, yes, but Obi-Wan loved Anakin with all his heart and Anakin saw Obi-Wan as respectable as Mace or Yoda even. He put Obi-Wan on a pedestal so it’s easy to see how Anakin, meeting him at nine, having him be in a parental position, not having a father of his own, may see him as a father.

Yes, there brothers in every sense of the word, but Obi-Wan still raised Anakin and was probably the worlds best teen mom who’s a guy. I love the idea of him fretting over Anakin and calling him “Ani” to sooth him or just randomly whenever it slipped.

I bring up helluva boss due to that one scene in episode 8(pretty sure eps8) where loona calls Blitzø dad.

Again, Anakin sees Obi wan as a brother now but as a kid he saw him as a father.

all this to say I like the idea that if Obi ever got a major injury or was in trouble or simply in trouble or a hostage situation whatever- he might let “dad” slip

Ashoka never mentions it bc she understands it’s a confusing topic, there brothers yes, but Anakin has still referred to him as his “father” in dire situations.

think drunk Obi(inevitable)who’s probably a sad drunk eight beers in(idk how alcohol works, party animal until sad ig)and Anakin might be the one that night to help him into bed and rub his back as he throws up. He’d probably have to reassure him that he’s a good master and a good general, and feels more comfortable letting “dad” slip.

Ok this is poorly written but in my defense I’m dyslexic it’s flooding where I am and I don’t have time to un-dyslexia my post and by that I mean beta’ing it twenty times

also never mentioned anywhere in this post but Codywan exists and he’s probably called Cody dad too only bc I say so

[leapingbadger]

Nightfall on Utapau

Summary: Commander Cody is searching for Obi Wan Kenobi's body when he receives a strange message from the man himself. Despite being under the influence of the inhibitor chip, He is unable to get the Jedi's words out of his mind.

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Cody sighed under the bright lights beaming down into the cavernous hole. The surface rippled below as divers waded through the water. They had been at it so long that the dry heat of the day had long since faded. In its absence a chill had taken hold, and he tried best not to shiver under the gleaming stars.

Noise enveloped the area as troopers bustled about, but Cody only had eyes for this particular spot and planned to stay rooted until they found the body.

“Sergeant, any news?” he barked into his comm.

“No sign yet, Sir. Do we need to report…”

“Just keep looking. He has to be there somewhere. It was a direct hit.” Cody growled in frustration.

“Yes, Sir.” The voice said on the other end of the comm.

Cody sighed again and removed his helmet, wiping his face.

A trilling noise sounded in one of his pouches and he pulled out the holocomm. Perhaps it was another message from Lord Sidious. Perhaps he wanted to check on his progress.

Cody stepped away from the other troopers, finding a narrow gap in the rock that would give him some cover and privacy. If he was in for disciplinary action, he didn’t need the rest of the battalion to hear it.

He pressed the button, and a figure sprang to life, but it wasn’t the Chancellor.

Obi Wan Kenobi’s form hovered in front of Cody and his eyes flashed. He started to turn back to his men when he realized that this wasn’t a live feed, but a recording.

The Jedi was in his robes, hood over his head.

“My dearest friend,” the Jedi said, pausing a moment and looking down at his hands. “It is with great sorrow that I send you this message, not because of your actions against me but because I know that you would never commit such an act and therefore, are compromised in some way.”

Cody balked and shut off the recording. He scowled as he watched his men moving around unbothered and again went to leave his hiding spot when he turned on the recording again.

“My dearest friend,” the Jedi started again, and Cody was struck by the sound of his voice. He had always found Kenobi’s voice soothing, calming and warm. He still did; despite knowing he was a traitor, and that he had to die.

“…As such, I fear we may never see each other again. Not with the same eyes. I will mourn that loss perhaps more than the others I have suffered of late. It is foolhardy for me to send this. And in your current state it is possible that you will not listen to it anyway. But selfishly, this comm is as much for me as it is for you.”

Cody’s eyebrows knitted together. He should report this. But he remained still.

“You see, my dear Commander, I have loved you since the moment we first met, all those years ago on the bridge of a shiny new venator. I fell deeper with every grazed hand, smirk, stern look and insufferable sigh. Every time you charged into battle in my defense, carried my injured body to the medbay, or returned my lightsaber with an eyeroll. I found myself dropping it on purpose, just for the chance our fingers would touch once more.

I tell you all this with no hope of reciprocity and no faith that we shall meet again. Obi Wan Kenobi will soon die, and another born in his place. But before that happens, before this light goes out, I wanted you to know that it shone for you.”

Cody huffed and shuffled his feet but was unable to look away. The Jedi had lowered his head, his stunning blue eyes seemingly glowing through the light of the holo.

“And one day, if the fog clears and you see with your own eyes once more, I invite you to find me, my love.”

Cody stood horror struck as the holo fizzled out in the palm of his hand.

“Maybe we can trace it” was the Commander’s first thought. But as he started to move towards the command center, he felt a heavy lump in his throat and a single tear track down his cheek.

He had no idea why he was crying. He wasn’t sure he’d ever cried in his life. Not even after losing brother after brother on the battlefield. He brushed the tear away angrily and threw the comm to the ground.

He could just stamp it out like it never happened. No one would ever know. But he would. He sighed and stooped down to pick it up, dusting it off and accidentally turning it on again.

“My dearest friend,” the Jedi said once more. Cody turned it off and shoved it in the pouch on his belt. He would figure out what to do with it later.

***

Cody woke with a start and raised his blaster. He blinked, realizing there was nothing there and collapsed back into his bunk. The snores from his brothers emanated around him.

“My dearest friend.” A warm voice said in his head.

Cody huffed and got up. Kriffin Jedi. He tried to think back to his time with Kenobi. Their mission, their downtime, their talks, but he couldn’t recall anything clearly. It was as though his memory was blurry, everything tinged with a crimson veil that refused to lift.

He grabbed his blaster and helmet and left the tent. Perhaps the cool air would help clear his mind and he could eventually get some sleep.

His feet took him to the water filled chasm. The lights remained on, and patrols lingered, just in case the Jedi managed to pull himself out of the depths.

Only Cody was aware that he already had.

He still hadn’t reported the message. His hand went to the holocomm stowed in the pouch on his belt. His fingers itched to open it, to watch it again. What was he looking for? Why did he care? Did he want to study it in a vain attempt to pinpoint the Jedi’s location? To find some clue to his whereabouts? Or was it something…else.

Cody nodded to the roving patrols and kept walking, past the command center to the thin slice between rocks he had stowed away before. He sat down on the cool ground reached in his pouch and pulled out the disk.

Something so unremarkable. Something he had used more times that he could count over the years had suddenly taken on a new light.

He took off his helmet, placing it on the ground next to him and switched it on. There was something so personal about Kenobi’s words, about his goodbye, that looking upon him with anything other than his own eyes seemed wrong.

“My dearest friend…” The Jedi was, of course, unchanged in the hours since Cody had last watched the transmission, still in the Jedi robes, the cloak over his head. Cody noticed his sad blue eyes., rimmed with tears and without knowing why, his chest tightened.

Cody had felt numb all afternoon. Stoic and steadfast, he wanted nothing more than to bring this man to justice, this traitor. But as he sat on the floor in his hideaway, he wondered why this Jedi had risked so much, just to speak to him, to tell him goodbye.

He wasn’t sure what love felt like, wasn’t sure he had ever felt it. But then, he couldn’t comprehend any emotion at the moment except perhaps rage. He knew he couldn’t have always been this way. He must have felt something at some point. He should have felt something for his brothers, his family at the very least, but when he wracked his brain, he was just…empty.

He examined every bit of Kenobi’s body language. The way his hands started clutched together and came apart as he explained his feelings. He touched the spot where his heart was before his hands reached outward as though trying to touch his Commander.

The recording ran out and Kenobi disappeared once more. Once more, a single tear fell on Cody’s cheek. This time he let it, tasting the salt on his tongue as he licked it off his lip. The blue light Kenobi had cast in the space disappeared and Cody was in the dark once more. He sighed and pressed the button again.

“My dearest friend…”

In the deepest recesses of Cody’s mind, in the parts he couldn’t reach, a lone thought peaked on the edge of his consciousness.

“You loved him too.” It whispered quietly, knowing it would go unheard. For now.

[plo-koons-favorite-padawan]

Early Council meeting

[fox-stan]

Best post o66 Codywan angst dynamic is Obi-Wan who doesn’t know about the chips and Cody who does and assumes everyone else does too + some sort of forced proximity. Like Obi-Wan is bitter and jaded from being betrayed by the person he loves immediately followed by losing his entire family and being betrayed by the person he raised. Cody, freshly free for the first time ever and stewing in misplaced guilt for actions he literally had no control over.

Imagine they’re forced to go undercover on a mission (maybe throw in some fake dating??) and so when they’re out they have to pretend to like each other and it’s so close to what they could have had but then they get back to their shared tiny room, because budget reasons obvi, they barely talk. Obi-Wan keeps making cutting remarks about the perceived betrayal and Cody just assumes that Obi-Wan can’t forgive him for his actions despite them being done under the chip. After all Cody can hardly forgive himself why would the person he was forced to betray forgive him?

I like to imagine this misunderstanding is worked through by Cody having a nightmare and sobbing and begging Obi-Wan for forgiveness even though he knows he doesn’t deserve it and Obi-Wan realizing he’s been kind of an ass to Cody this whole time and they end up talking through everything in the morning.

[stormy-writer]

A Bitter Pill

Summary: Betrayal is a bitter pill to swallow, but it's worse when you didn't mean to fall in love. The one man who could actually make you smile is the one man you really aren't supposed to like, let alone love.

Catergory: Surprise angst? It's a surprise to me, I didn't know what I was writing

Tw: Mentions of death, implies death, mentions of violence and gore

Wc: 687

Maybe it was a little too late for you.

Maybe it was too late for anyone to try and save you.

That didn't stop your heart from hurting as you turned away from your lover. You couldn't bare his heartbroken look anymore, the betrayal like a knife to the back for both of you.

“I didn't have a choice,” you called, wind whipping through your hair and forcing your tone a little louder. “I didn't have a choice in any of this.”

Obi-Wan shook his head, biting back tears of anger and frustrations, and a deep sadness very few could describe.

“Don't lie to me like that. We both know that's not true, I know you could choose not to fall into this- this irrecoverable darkness!” His anger was understandable, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

“I'm not lying,” you faced him again, a blank, trained look on your features. “I never had a choice in my feelings.”

That confused him, if his furrowed brows and tilt of his head were any indications.

“I chose the dark side, of course I had a choice of abilities, of tasks,” you paused, the barest hint of regret in your eyes. “... But I never meant to fall in love, Obi.”

His features softened for only a moment, before you killed any show of emotion and pulled out your saber, what used to be a brightened blue now a deep, haunting red.

“But I have a choice now.”

His hurt returned in tenfold, and he drew his own lightsaber, blocking your swing and looking you in the eyes.

“Please, please make the right decision,” He pleaded, not wanting to lose you like he did Anakin. But it was too late. You were too far gone to the dark side.

“I already have.” You swung again, getting blocked before parrying and aiming again. Most fought with dignity, even the dark side generals. Hell, even most of the sith. They aimed for their swords, aimed to keep it fair and win.

You aimed for his heart.

You already ripped it out metaphorically, ripping through it physically wouldn't be half as bad. Right?

Before you could have that question answered, you were shoved back by an unseen force, the Force. He wasn't holding back anymore. Not after you made your decision.

Although you stumbled, you righted yourself quickly and started your next onslaught of attacks. The battle was more painful than just the heat of the sabers, more scarring than every little graze. And though you could keep up with him in training, you couldn't handle his full force, and were soon on your knees in front of him, saber thrown to the side with his barely inches from your neck.

You could just feel the heat radiating from it, breath ragged as you stared up at him.

“Do it!” you shouted, urging him to finish what you had started. “Kill me, kill another sith, Jedi Master.” The title felt more of a taunt than a congratulation spilling from your lips. The pause and hurt in his eyes made even you falter. It was a second too long, long enough you could have summoned your saber and cut him in half.

But you didn't.

You didn't make any effort of moving, other than your chest heaving with every breath.

“Do it, Obi. You know I'm just gonna go back to them if you don't,” you said softly, too soft to be entirely too bad. But you were.

And he knew. He knew you would go back to the darkness, fight for the wrong side, hurt all the wrong people. But that's who you were. That's who you'd always been, and that's who you were gonna be.

And he knew that.

So he took a moment. He took a breath, shutting his eyes and steeling his nerves like he'd shown you so many times during training. A single tear rolled down his cheek and you couldn't help but let one go as well.

“I'm sorry I couldn't help you, my love.”

The last noise you heard was the sszzzzing of his saber.

What the fuck?? Uhmmmm???? What possesed me to write this? Huh? I guess it's good???? Enjoy???

[queenbasicallynotbasic]

if any of y'all feel like Obi-Wan is the 'perfect Jedi' who doesn't struggle with attachment or that he had the very nice life or that he did not go through pain at all (or all of the above) then pls DM me i have like a TED talk prepared on Obi-Wan's pain

[buckyarchives]

MODERN OBI-WAN KENOBI BOYF HC

I haven’t ever done a head cannon post but with how busy / lazy I’ve been I might post more of these, they’re a lot of fun. probably one for Bucky and Luke skywalker. If you want any other characters just lmk! Make sure to check my request post!

warning: nsfw content (labeled so if you want to skip you totally can)

tea guy, like, it’s crazy. has so many drawers full of boxes and bags. always making you tea to fit whatever mood you’re in

landscaper or teacher, or both. I imagine him teaching younger kids but probably wishes to be a professor of some sort, maybe teaching environmental science.

just really likes plants and flowers but sometimes gets tired of having to craft and trim everything to be perfect so he thoroughly enjoys natural nature and the “overgrown’ aesthetic

Adding onto that, loves to hike, always takes you with and nerds out about the scenery and views.

definitely fosters dogs from the local shelter and takes them on hikes to help leash train them.

unintentionally a pretentious little prick

circle lens glasses and turtle neck combo 24/7

And of course you steal his sweaters ALL THE TIME

Smells like citrus, grass and rain. the warm sun rays and vanilla

Always watching some documentary, or the history channel.

All your friends lowkey want him because he’s. That Guy.

Whenever he blushes it goes straight to his nose, ears and neck.

Frequent at most coffee shops in town so when he started to bring you around it was a big deal for the workers lol, so much gossip. And mild disappointment from the staff knowing obi wan was official taken

Probably hates small talk, finds it tedious and shallow

The most supportive boyfriend in the world, he’s always the first person there to cheer you on

When you started dating him, his cousin/best friend, Anakin, came as a packaged deal. The younger one frequently trailing behind obi wan and now, as you’ve got too closer, you as he’s become a younger brother figure to you.

Not jealous at all, he’s very secure in your relationship and his trust in you is crazy strong. finds it quite amusing when men hit on you in front of him and kinda just lets you play it out.

That is unless you become uncomfortable, he mostly lets you stand up for yourself but if it becomes overbearing he definitely won’t hesitate to cause a small scene.

A big runner and boxer, you’re used to having to help his knuckles heal up from long sessions. As well as joining him on early morning runs if he can get you up and out of bed for it.

He loves art and mostly drew and painted landscapes but after meeting you this sketch book began to fill of pictures of you from every angle possible.

So naturally put together all the time it makes you insecure sometimes

Obviously, obi wan is the best at easing those insecurities. He always notices when you’re feeling off, sometimes even before yourself, so quick to embrace you and whisper exactly what you need to hear.

Another thing, so good with his words??? He always tell you what you need to hear, there’s rarely ever any miscommunication between the two of you because of this and even when they’re are, arguments are not common.

Crazy sarcastic, will say the funniest shit ever with the most monotone face and it just makes it 100% times funnier.

Really likes Taylor swift and David Bowie

Always getting you bouquets of flowers, even arranges them himself sometimes.

“This reminded me of you.”

Such a safe and non-judgemental aura, you’d struggle with asking for help or learning new / seemingly ‘common sense’ things with past relationships in fear of seeming dumb but you feel so safe around obi-wan that those thoughts never cross your mind, always learning new things from him and enjoying how helpful and supportive he is.

Definitely an impala driver, either 40s Chevy impala or the very sleek and fancy 2020 impala premier, probably black and rarely dirty

Not the biggest cuddler in the world but really enjoys naps together, will drape an arm over you but he tends to move around in his sleep so he’s just content with sleeping besides you rather than wrapping limbs

But when he is in the mood to cuddle, it’s mostly on the couch when you decides to binge shitty reality television. He’s usually on his back and you’re laying ontop of his stomach with your ear to his chest

You two constantly binge dating reality shows, always criticizing the other couple and mostly men LOL.

“He did not just say that! Maker, you would have broke up with me then and there.” “Damn right I would.”

You trace all the moles and freckles along his body, obi wan definitely had a skin care routine and moisturizes so I imagine his skin is always so soft

NSFW!

really likes nudes, like the grainy MacBook camera pictures with a matching cute set type nudes (iykyk). Hot and slightly artistic, his favorite.

Doesn’t like porn though, never enjoyed it and it never really got him off, doesn’t like the morals of it either

Also sexting, not his thing. He’s usually more on the serious end when it comes to intimacy but he cannot take sexting seriously LMAOO

lowkey the type to come home from a long day of work and look you in the eye with That Look and you just know what he needs

Thigh guy, the type to take breaks from eating you out by just resting his head fully on your inner thigh and just gaze up at you

Sir / master kink

Will jokingly come up behind you when you’re in the kitchen or something and press his groin to your behind

Just a little tease overall, always doing shit like that and acting all innocent about it

VERY VERY vocal during sex (cough, cough, shallow graves ending scene, COUGH)