#ObiBail

[padawansuggest]

Tbh I think the ships should have been Anakin/Rex and Padme/ALL the Handmaidens and I think that could have fixed them. Padme and her handmaidens could have adopted kids. Rex and Anakin could have adopted a couple thousand shinies. It’s how it SHOULD have been. Obi-Wan is the one who gets pregnant and it’s found out when he throws up on Count Dooku who panics and comes back to the light side wondering who poisoned his grandson. Palpatine is hitting his head on the wall. Cody and Vos are fighting over who knocked him up (it was Bail Organa) and Anakin is oblivious to everything.

[jebiknights]

I don't mind headcanons that Bail and Obi-Wan were friends before the clone wars started (and I don't think we're told either way in current canon - as far as I'm aware), but the legends meeting -> near death Speedrun to being TOO close is still my favorite iteration.

Bail being like hey I have a spy who has information on the Sith/a Sith planet but we have to meet her in person to get the goods. Obi-Wan, recovering from a speeder crash, being like this feels like a trap but we really can't ignore this Intel can we. Them getting stuck on a small ship together. They both think each other is kind of stuck up. Bail watching Obi-Wan meditate shirtless.

Meets the spy only to immediately get caught in a firefight and Bail has to experience the realities of war for the first time and it changes his view on the conflict forever. They get to the Sith planet and it is immediately Obi-Whump time in the best way, they are both having the worst times of their lives. They still aren't really getting along. Obi-Wan has to get Bail to promise to kill him at one point if it gets to a certain point. They manage to make it out through the skin of their teeth with five million in jokes and a friendship so close that it makes literally everyone else uncomfortable. What could be better than this.

[underdark-dreams]

It is, quite literally, only mentioned one time in game, but I’m SO fucking curious about Cal, Lia, and Rolan’s mother. What was she like?? How did Rolan become part of the family?? Does she look more like Cal or Lia? Is their father even in the picture? I want to know so much more about their backstory that it’s driving me insane LMAO

If you haven't seen them already: may I present @obibail's headcanons about this very subject, because they are so wonderful and bittersweet! They have been feeding me for months, and to be honest, everything they wrote here feels so perfectly canon. I just accept them as such at this point 🖤

[captaingondolin]

from a post-Zigoola ObiBail + BailBreha fic that has no plot as of yet

“I talked to Master Kenobi today,” Breha said as greeting the next time they talked. Bail raised an eyebrow and waited for her to continue. “I wanted to thank him, but he says that it's you who saved his life on that mission you can’t say anything about. He seemed quite impressed.” He sighed. “I told you, he was the one to… We helped each other survive, that’s all.” “That’s a lot,” she smiled softly at him, “I’m sure you were very heroic and dashing.” “I was mostly scared and exhausted. And sweaty.”

[stellarfoam]

Gif descriptions: In the first gif, Obi-Wan strides forward with a smile on his face. He begins holding his arms out for a hug.

In the second gif, Obi-Wan and Bail embrace. Obi-Wan briefly rests his head on Bail's shoulder and closes his eyes while Bail pats Obi-Wan on the shoulder. The two pull apart, and Bail begins talking. End gif descriptions.

OBI-WAN KENOBI • PART VI 

[scrrcwdestined]

ALSO i think obi-wan deserves lots of smooches 🥺

[cottonraincoat]

They had been a brilliant thing, the two of them. They loved recklessly, ruthlessly, daring each other to burn brighter than the world falling apart around them. He made her feel like a goddess, made her feel for the first time in her life younger than she was. The thrill was of freefall, of destruction. No wonder it destroyed them both, it was always going to. But, Padmé thought, that’s just what it meant to love Anakin Skyalker, the peculiar, mythical creature. And it had been easier to think him dead and mourn what he could have been, than to find out just who Anakin Skywalker had become. 

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Daybreak chapter 1

[mywitchcultblr]

Are you into Codywan?

My main ship is obikin/AnaObi but I'm into a lot of things that involved bottom Obi-Wan. Obikin, jangowan, Codywan, Quiobi, Dookuwan, Maulwan, ObiBail. You name it... Fucking hell I read Palpatine x Obi-Wan a few times just because I want Obi to get whumped (tortured) the more I love a blorbo the more I want them to get tortured in any way...

I want Kenobi to suffer because I love him so much then I want him to get kissus on the head. You know the whole hurt/comfort thing... God he's so cute

If I don't have any emotional connection with him I won't care about what happened... Like I don't care about Tarkin or Plagueis whatever they live or die

I think this is a common phenomenon the more you love a blorbo the more you want them to suffer because you'll feel something. I mean look at spiderman who always got tortured in Marvel lol

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

Hey keep referencing Obi Wan ‘serving’ Bail during the clone wars without showing Obi Wan serving Bail during the clone wars and I’m gonna just start headcanoning that they had a really involved service kink affair. Obi Wan playing full ‘knight serving his liegelord’ while sucking Bail’s dick. Really kinky but also really romantic. That’s obviously what Bail was talking about. The sex.

[phoenixyfriend]

I want fics where Qui-Gon tries to be stupidly overprotective oh Obi-Wan.

"Stupidly" in the sense that he figures Obi-Wan can take care of himself in a battlefield, but if that pirate touches his hand and makes an innuendo one more time--

(Admittedly this is inspired by me reading Jangobi fics and wanting Qui-Gon to try to block off his twenty-something apprentice from Getting Some from the Mandalorian dude because Qui-Gon disapproves of Obi-Wan's taste in partners, sometimes.)

(Obi-Wan pointed out that Qui-Gon had also gotten in the way with Quinlan, Siri, Satine, and Junior Senator Organa, and Qui-Gon hadn't disapproved of Obi-Wan's tastes then, he just wants to meddle.)

(Something something prude Qui-Gon who is convinced Obi-Wan is going to get his heart broken every time he finds someone, because Jedi.)

[help-me-obi-wan-ur-my-only-hope]

Yeah Obi and Quin fucked/dated in the past and still do now don't argue with me *stubborn sobs* they're always besties and are totally comfortable joking about their relationship. I mean...read the comic guys, and the novelization, AND the episode in TCW where they team up. They are just *unintelligent choking noises* They have this somewhat flirty(?) bestie vibe (geez the way they stare at each other HELLO?!) It's just impossible to say they didn't fucked at least several times lol. and YES they are greeeeaaat friends, like the joke and blackmail and fake mock and punch in the shoulder kind of besties who act like they hate each other.

AND there goes Bail. Honestly guys!! Obi despites and hates(jedis don't hate lol sorry) most senators except Padame and Bail. (Go read the comic guys I'm begging the way he carries him?? the tension?? lol you can't tell me how they're not fucking..or haven't fucked..or aren't going to or whatever) Bail and Obi are great friends and often help each other out with their jedi/senate shits. I imagen they talk routinely and chat in a comfortable and light manner (which is not the way most of their conversations go) feeling safe and warm cause of having someone that understands and cares and have good talking skills(?) (being a very influential senator and the negotiator after all) I mean... you can argue they're just friends but I think they're totally friends with benefit, both being SUPER HOT and dilfs and all...

[padawansuggest]

Luke: The best part about Uncle Ben having dimensia? I can buy presents for him while out with him, and he forgets.

Obi-Wan: Yule holidays are a gamble and I’m guaranteed to love it every time.

Leia: I pretended to get him a prank dildo last year and he fully believed me. He picked it out!

Obi-Wan: That’s not true. Your dad told me which one he wanted to see me use and I told you to get me that one.

Leia: Amazing. He recalls the WORST things at the WORST moments! Love this guy.

[underdark-dreams]

Rolan x Fem!Tav Unnamed: Hurt/Comfort.

Grateful thanks to @obibail for letting me take inspiration from their headcanons for our beloved Tief sibs. (read them here---they are excellent!)

In Corpore Sano

"Where does it hurt?" Rolan accepts her offer to mend his broken self. To his reluctant surprise, she is tending to more than his flesh.

Tags: Fem Unnamed Tav, Hurt/Comfort, Injury

Word Count: 2,213 [Read on AO3]

"Welcome to the infirmary!"

Rolan’s favorite cleric stood at the entrance to her tent, holding the flap open for him with a smile. He glanced back over his shoulder toward the campfire. Cal and Lia were still sitting deep in conversation with the loud friendly one—Karlach, he seemed to recall.

Yet again, Rolan wondered whether he made the right choice accepting her invitation tonight. She had posed it as a social event to reunite his family and her motley group of companions—a credit to her discretion, one that he appreciated. She and Rolan both knew the true reason.

One bright morning last week, she had walked into the Sundries with her companions in tow. He droned the usual greeting before catching sight of who it was. She was intelligent; one look at his face and a short conversation were all it took for her to piece things together. 

She'd respected his pride, however, not asking any prying questions in front of her friends. Only after she descended the stairs from a meeting with his master did she pull him aside privately. 

Rolan knew from personal experience that she was a gifted healer, but she could be very convincing as well. She phrased it as if he'd be doing her the favor: as if she'd be so grateful if he just agreed to let her help him. Her eyes swayed his resolve.

 Perhaps it was his reluctant happiness at seeing her again and the chance to spend even more time with her. Or perhaps it was the lingering ache in his ribs that made it painful to breathe let alone incant. Rolan gave in.

And now he was here, and whether or not he might wish he could, it was too late to back out now. Rolan ducked under her waiting arm.

Inside, his nose was hit with the smell of fresh herbs and candle tallow. She’d packed her bedroll away in the corner; instead, a couple threadbare cushions lay in the center of the space. An abundance of candles burned here and there, shedding enough light for her to work no doubt.

"Have a seat," she invited, fastening the tent flap securely behind them. 

Rolan did so, sitting cross-legged on one of the waiting pillows. He tucked his tail in carefully, mindful of all the hot candle wax surrounding him.

She kneeled down opposite with a little "right." He pushed away the knowledge that she would be laying hands on him in a moment.

"Where does it hurt?" She began.

"Where doesn't it," Rolan grumbled. He'd instantly made himself sound pathetic—excellent start.

Her eyes flashed with something, but she moved on. "Let's start at the top," she suggested.

She pushed up her sleeves and pressed palms together to concentrate her magic; a pale light glowed between them. Then she reached out to place them on the top of his head.

The gentle pressure on his scalp was pleasant in a way he didn't expect. He felt her magic reaching out through him, searching steadily for any signs of injury, soft as a bird's wing. He ducked his head to let her reach past his horns more comfortably.

"So, want to tell me why you're doing this to yourself?"

From this angle he couldn't scowl at her the way he wished to. "Jumping right in, are you?" A scabbed wound under his hair closed up as he spoke.

"I just don't understand why you're putting yourself through this," she said calmly. "You always seemed smart to me."

"It's hardly any of your damn business." Rolan's hackles rose in defense. He thought he'd have longer to prepare before her inevitable meddling.

"I disagree, actually." Her fingers searched lightly through the rest of his hair. "You're my patient now."

Though she made a fair point, and he already felt her touch soothing away the aches and pains, Rolan wasn't about to entertain this conversation to any lengths. "You wouldn't know the first thing about what an apprenticeship with an archwizard is supposed to be."

"Maybe," she admitted, and guided his head back up to continue the exam; her expression was impassive. "I certainly don't understand how this helps you study the Weave."

"You don't just study the—" He momentarily lost focus as her fingers felt along his pointed ears. "It's about attuning each of your senses with the Weave, learning how to channel it with your whole self each time you cast the simplest spell. Master Lorroakan is teaching me how to set aside distractions of the body." He would probably earn a losing mark on that subject at the moment.

"Doesn't the pain make it harder, though?" She asked. Her focus had moved to his face, which he knew was in a pathetic state. 

"At times," Rolan said, begrudging. "But that only proves I can focus harder."

They were both silent for a while, and he was relieved to feel the subject finally drop. Outside the walls of her tent a chorus of nocturnal insects and the muffled conversations near the fire were the only sounds filling the air. 

He sneaked a glance at her face as she hovered close, concentrating on a deep bruise over his temple and cheekbone. He knew she'd healed the spot once the dull headache lifted from him. It had been there so long he forgot how light his head could feel without it, and he sighed to release a knot of tension curled up in his chest.

"I never noticed you had so many freckles," she said suddenly, her lips curving up in a smile. "They're cute."

Rolan had no clue how to respond to that; no one had ever described him in such terms before.

"Other children used to tease me," he said, the admission surprising even himself. When was the last time he thought about those days? Why bring up the miserable past now, with her of all people.

She met his eye with curiosity. “In Elturel, right? That’s where you and Cal and Lia grew up?”

As her hands continued to ease the bruised flesh on his cheek and jawline, he decided she deserved a simplified version of the truth, at least.

“Where we met. They’re brother and sister, but we’re not blood kin.” Rolan closed his eyes to focus on the soothing ease that spread outwards from every spot she touched. Not seeing her face also made the talking easier. 

“We were orphans. We met each other in one of the city’s worse homes." Behind his eyelids, snatches of those days floated back to him. Dark, crowded rooms. Gnawing hunger in his gut. Always someone crying. Rolan steered his mind past them like always.

"After a while they just wouldn’t leave me to my damn self. They were young and hungry. And I was old enough to work, and I didn’t have anything else keeping me from—” He stopped, redirected himself. “They needed me to protect them from some of the world. I told myself I took them in, but in truth, they adopted me.” 

She had paused her work as she listened. "No wonder they love you so much."

"They're a couple of damn idiots," he said, the bridge of his nose wrinkling with frustration just at the thought. "But they're my responsibility."

His eyes were still closed, but he could hear a soft note in her voice. "I'm sorry that little Rolan went through all that. But I appreciate that you told me…it means something to know."

Something soft grazed Rolan's forehead, and he realized with a jolt that she had kissed him. His eyes flew open.

"Sorry," she said, looking just as shocked by her own actions as he felt. "It's—an old human folk remedy. Forget it.”

There was not a gods damned chance of that, but she was already leaning back on her knees to a professional distance. "Did I get everything? Any other spots?" She asked.

As his heart drummed against his ribs, the wound there twinged in reminder. The idea somehow felt far more personal than her hands on his face. Then there was the embarrassing thought of having to disrobe in front of her. Could she heal him through his clothes? Healing magic was not Rolan's area of expertise; he couldn't be sure.

She was a battle cleric, he reminded himself, she certainly wouldn't be affected by his bare torso. Not the way he would, anyway. To her he was just another poor stray in need of her kindness.

"Here," he said, indicating the spot. "Feels like a cracked rib."

Her brow furrowed. "Show me?"

Rolan undid the clasps of his robe, just enough to gingerly work it over his shoulder, clenching his teeth as he freed his one arm. The motion hurt like hell.

She leaned close to inspect him in the candle light. He felt the same searching warmth of her magic around the spot. Whatever she discovered, her face was somber as she drew up to meet his eyes.

"I don't care if he's the archwizard of Baldur's Gate," she said. "Find someone else to teach you. Please. Anyone."

Her face was almost enough to make him ashamed of defending his choices. Almost. "If you're going to bring this up again—"

"You've been hit here other times, haven't you?" She pressed. "Recently."

Rolan set his jaw. "He's got a temper."

"Rolan, I am begging you." She truly was, hands clasped toward him, her eyes large. "Don't go back to that tower tomorrow. What if next time—what if he—" There was no need for her to finish.

Rolan stared her down with every shred of his stubborn certainty. "Whether he knows it yet or not, Lorroakan of Ramazith is going to make me the most powerful wizard in Faerûn," he told her. Told himself. "I've known it's where I belonged ever since I was that little nothing on the streets of Elturel. And if this is the price it costs, then I'll fucking pay it."

He hadn't convinced her, would never convince her, he saw that in her face. As he watched, her eyes welled with liquid that spilled out, one droplet rolling a path down her cheek. Rolan had never felt more fucking monstrous.

"I'm sorry—I'm sorry," he repeated dumbly, grand ideals gone from his head for the moment. Whatever it took to stop her tears. Her palm wiped the wetness away as she looked down at him.

"You're always sorry for the wrong person," she sniffed. "I can fix you. You're the one who's going to keep getting broken."

She was crying for him, and he couldn't remember the last time anyone did that. Before he could find what to say, she gave herself a little shake back to herself and bent wordlessly to tend to his side.

Rolan sat quiet in his guilt as she worked on him. Before long a prickling sensation of warmth spread out along his ribcage, as if his sinews were stitching themselves back together under his skin.

"Your collar bone was broken as well, wasn't it?" She was bent in such a way that Rolan couldn't see her expression, but her tone was almost back to normal. Cautious relief filled his chest.

She went on. "It's healed, but the bones are set wrong. Does it hurt to raise your arm?" Without waiting for his assent, she straightened up to start gathering the magical energy between her hands again. "I can fix that too, but it'll take a while."

"Thank you," he finally said, far later in the evening than he should have. 

She gave him a little smile. "You're welcome. Now, hold still."

Her face leaned very close beside his while she worked. A short pang of discomfort in his shoulder was followed by the same sensation of his viscera being mended from the inside out. Her fingertips brushed his skin as she guided small bursts of magic through him.

Rolan examined her features in the moment, bathed as they were in the pale light of her own spell. There was a tenacity to her that he found irritating and endearing in equal measure.

A strange spirit possessed him, and he brought his hands up to rest them on her hips as she worked. Her fingers paused almost imperceptibly on his skin, but she didn't look at him.

"There." She pulled away slightly, though not out of reach of his grasp.

Rolan flexed his shoulder forward and back, testing the range of motion. "Damn that feels good," he said appreciatively.

"I'm glad," she said with a smile. "Is there anything else?"

The question hung in the air between them. Rolan's hands still held her as he tried to decide how best to proceed.

"Would you mind if we stayed here for a while?" He asked boldly. 

She cocked her head at him. "That depends. Are you planning to be nice?"

He was, he very much was. Rolan drew her a little closer to him in answer. Cal and Lia would interrogate him endlessly at the soonest chance, he just knew it, but he'd deal with them later.

Her forearms rested on his shoulders, drawing him nearer to her through the candle light. "Come here, then."

And he did, and he did.

[captaingondolin]

WIP game

not actually tagged by anyone, stolen from @bluemaskedkarma

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

the one in which Cody fucks Vos

to hold a star in your naked hands

AWOL Cody

millions

codex

storms

when the numbers get to zero

so closely tied

Fireproof

your silence is my favourite sound

new rules

see me like this - angst vers

bb Thrawn

Leia using the Force

ObiBail Empire Era

ObiBail post Zigoola

Oblivious Pilots - CorranTycho

Oblivious Pilots - LukeWedge

Skystrike Academy AU

ObiBailRex

absolutely not Hotel Gondolin

Anakin in lingerie

Ani5dala FIX IT

ace Obi-Wan vague idea

SitS - A Light from the Shadows

browser history

I have too many WIPs (and this is only the SW folder, and only the files with at least some stuff in them and not a one-sentence plot)

[jasperskywalker]

So I'm on season 8 of Stargate sg1. I haven't watched this show since it was on tv. Anyway, watching sexy Ba'al gave me ridiculous ideas. Apparently because Ba'al made me think of sexy Jimmy Smitts, and then sexy Bail, and then sexy 'dark!bail' and Obi Wan.

Anyone want to discuss this with me?

[as-ben]

where is the Bail Organa/Obi-wan content ?!?

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