#and after that? i'll have to make a decision about it. and mayhaps i'll be poorer or mayhaps i'll be out a car.

[racke7]

Car didn't pass its inspection. Hmm... We'll see what the mechanic says about how much it'll cost to fix, and after that we'll see if I still have a car or not.

[athenaluthor]

flower shopping with obi wan modern au?

description - spring is finally here. you and obi-wan celebrate by expanding his plant collection and buying flowers

warnings - fluff, sweet tooth rotting fluff, domestic obi-wan, lovesick obi wan

side note - i mayhaps have gone and veered away from flower shopping to plant shopping ( cause plants are my jam). still hope u enjoy though. much love from me

word count -1.37k (unedited)

banner by @cafekitsune

Spring is finally here.

With it washes away the dread and barren cold of winter that seeps into your bones . The spring sun melts away the ice and makes way for a season of blooming flowers and plants.

The spring morning chill offers a nice change of pace from the frigid winds of winter. A lovely way to transition from thick winter coats to warm cardigans, according to Obi-Wan.

The hot cup of coffee he buys you does wonders to warm your hand as you both walk through the streets. Though the river market isn't an unfamiliar walk, Obi-Wan prefers to hold one of your hands as if you'd get lost. You don't mind, though. His hands are large and warm, providing you warmth and comfort like no other.

Hand in hand, the two of you walk through the city like always. You can't help but relish in the comfortable silence and the occasional talk. The kind of comfort that only comes through profound understanding. You adore the way his hair falls in his face, the way he smiles when he talks about his passions. Even after all this time, he blushes slightly every time he realizes your eyes are on him for too long.

Each year, the two of you venture down to the river market around spring to catch a glimpse of the annual plants and flowers market. The streets near the river house the stands that showcase all sorts of flowers. Each stand overflows with flowers and plants alike, attracting passersby and locals.

Unavoidably, Obi-Wan insists on you choosing a few plants to bring home every year.

“Obi, absolutely not! We have so many already, I wouldn't even know where to put them.” you say to him, laughing incredulously.

“What? Of course, there's space. I'll make space, darling. My hands are miracle workers, you know that. Remember last time?” he quips.

“Yes, I remember it. The ones you bought last year were too big and wouldn't fit on the balcony, yet you made it work. Now, shall I sing praises of your skill?” you quip back.

Eventually, you cave to Obi-Wan. The two of you settle on a few small houseplants after much contemplation. He wants more plants for the balcony like hydrangeas and morning glories, though he opts out of it after remembering his plans of adding chairs and tables to it.

You tease that Obi-Wan’s confidence and security is all for show, truly shaken when he has to make a decision for which plant he wants for your home. He takes the choice far too seriously which amuses you far more than you'd like to admit.

The look he gives to the fiddle leaf fig and monstera plant nearly makes you burst out laughing. He looks at it with such longing and wistfulness one would think it might be his lover.

“It's a terribly daunting decision, darling. What if we don't like it later? Can't return it back then, can we, hm?” states Obi-Wan

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you watch the stall worker pack your new plants. You find it amusing that he puts so much thought into it despite adorning every plant that comes into your home.

“You know, you love all your plants, Obi. Even the dramatic ones and that makes you all the more adorable to me.” you say dramatically.

He turns his head to you, his eyes bore into yours and his hand reaches for your cheek to caress it. “Adorable? Let's see if you still think that tonight, darling.” he cheekily replies.

Obi-Wan tucks a strand of your hair behind your ears and says “Besides,I have a love for beauty and dramaticness. Especially the one next to me, even if she teases me to no end.”.

The compliment makes the blood rush to your cheeks and you shy away from his gaze. He teases you for how easily your cheeks warm and how shy you get even after all this time.

Excusing yourself, you let Obi-Wan pay for the new plants while you discard your empty cup into a nearby recycling bin. Looking around in an attempt to calm yourself, you see some people walking around with bouquets of fresh flowers. You certainly didn't mind having some flowers around the house, you know Obi-Wan didn't either.

Once he's done, Obi-Wan walks to you with his brand new goods in hand and the brightest grin across his face.

“Where shall we go next, hmm?” He asks you.

“Want to get some fresh flowers? For our desks and maybe for our living room. It'll really feel like spring then.” you reply.

Smiling, Obi-Wan agrees and adds “Some for the kitchen too. Flowers in the kitchen make cooking much better, if you ask me.”

Continuing your journey, the two of you make your way further through the market. Walking hand in hand, both of you try to find the section of florists. Obi-Wan rattles off facts about the plants and flowers you see as you walk by. You tease his enthusiasm here and there, only to kiss his cheek once you've riled him up. Despite your teasing, you don't mind the flowers and plants, he knows it.

In truth, you find it charming to see him care for them meticulously. Though you would rather him tickle you to death than say that to him.

Spotting the section of florists, both of you head over there. Admittedly, you don't care much for plants, but you adore flowers. Especially since Obi-Wan indulges your love by planting some of your favorites at home and buys bouquets of others.

Full of excitement, you begin choosing with much care. You decide carefully which flowers would look best in your home and liven up the place, placing them in a basket the worker gave. Obi-Wan picks a few here and there, but he mostly opts to stand back and watch you be in your little world.

Moments like this remind him of how glorious it is to feel such profound love for you. Nothing can match how desperately and unequivocally in love with you he is.

Your voice snaps him out of his trance, “Should we get lilacs too?” you ask.

“Uhh, definitely. The snowdrops look great too. Do you want to get them?” he replies.

The two of you go back and forth between what other flowers you should get, eventually agreeing on some lilies as well as irises to add more color to the space.

By the end, the two of you have definitely gone a little overboard. Before you leave, Obi-Wan makes a quick purchase of some fertilizer he's been set on trying. All the more variety to up his gardening skills , according to him. He also chooses a few gardening gloves for both of you to replace your worn out ones.

The walk home is quite hilarious. The two of you have definitely purchased more than you can comfortably carry. Though, Obi-Wan suggests you hail a cab, you fail to find any. Your home isn't far enough to justify using a ride-share service at this time of day.

Now, you both are left trying to walk home with your hands full of new goods you can barely carry. Both of you don't complain though. The struggle adds to the laughter that neither of you can contain as you make your way back home.

Coming up to your building, the old lady knitting on by her window throws you a disapproving look. Her look tells you that she thinks the two of you are like teenage love-birds who can't keep quiet. It certainly wouldn't be the first time she thought so.

That evening, you both lay comfortably entangled on the sofa. Obi-Wan ensures to cover your bodies with the blanket once he feels the goosebumps on your skin. He's aware he runs warm but you don't so he offers to turn up the thermostat but you refuse, just wanting to lay with him.

Having your head on his chest and hands on his stomach drawing patterns, he thinks he could stay in this moment forever. A lovely day outside, shopping with the love of his life and evening spent making love to her.

He wishes this spring would last forever.

[adleryoung]

It looks like you've asked more questions:

Ever think you might owe Zandar an apology?

For what??? For giving her chance after chance, and treating her infinitely better than she deserves? I don't regret any of that. Perhaps I should, but it simply takes too much effort to harbor malice toward her.

You still haven't explained about the baby stew.

I'm getting to that! Fuma's sakes, you lowfolk are impatient! A good story, like a good stew, cannot be rushed. It must be slowly simmered, and then savored when it's cooked to perfection.

Are you still rich & single? Any allergies or weaknesses to poison?

All right. Question time is over. Let's get back to the story.

I believe I left off just before our daughter was born. It went smoothly as far as I could tell, but Zandar was exhausted from her travail, and fell asleep. As I sat there thinking, I came to the conclusions I mentioned earlier, namely that neither of us were fit parents for a little elflet (Zandar least of all!) so I picked up the child and used a bit of Gramarye to make sure Zandar would stay asleep until I returned.

I would have to hide the Princess someplace where Zandar would never find her, and I had an excellent idea where that would be. They were even expecting a baby right around this time! It would be perfect! I set out toward the O'Dor residence on a Top Secret mission, accompanied by only one Ixie.

"Continuing the old Changeling tradition then, sir?" she asked me.

"You know about that?"

"It's in the stories," she replied. "I wonder though, when they come of age, how do they know they're elves? Is it some sort of instinct?"

"No," I explained. "Someone is supposed to come and fetch them … or at the very least, tell them where they need to go. I'll be watching over my daughter from the shadows, to make sure she grows up safe and doesn't fall in with a bad crowd. It won't do to have the Princess of Faerie associating with riff-raff, writers, artists, musicians, and other worthless idlers."

"It will require constant vigilance," the Ixie observed.

As I approached the O'dor household in the middle of the night, I couldn't help but sigh as I thought of Vernier. "She ended up marrying another lowfolk," I muttered bitterly. "Even though she confessed that she had feelings for me."

"You mean old Mama Vernier?" the Ixie surmised. "Angela Weakflit told us that sad tale. The reason Vernier never yielded to your desire is because she knew about the curse that befalls all elves who fall in love with lowfolk."

"She did?" I demanded. "How did she find out? Why didn't she ever say anything?"

"It's in the old ballads," the Ixie shrugged. "She probably never said because she wanted to save your feelings, or maybe she knew you'd try to talk her out of it."

That seemed like Vernier. I mulled this over in silence as we walked toward the O'Dor residence. When we finally arrived, I was surprised to see the place still lit up despite the late hour. I could hear a man talking and a femme in obvious distress. I crept into the bushes beneath the window to listen to their conversation.

"Again, Seamus?" Mrs. O'Dor sobbed. "How could it happen again? I was careful! I took no liquor, ate plenty o' potatoes, an' did no heavy liftin' but she came early anyway."

"Tis not your fault, Mary," Seamus O'Dor answered, clearly struggling to seem calm. "Sure an' ye did everything roight."

"Then why?" Mary wailed.

"Fuma's ways are mysterious," Seamus sighed. I was pleased to note that Mephitism had gained a strong foothold in this district, as opposed to the nonsensical cult that the rabbits of Bunkirk followed. "Mayhap it's the Lady's will that we not have children."

Ridiculous! I frowned. Childlessness was never Fuma's will! These lowfolk may have been nominally Mephitist but they obviously still had a lot to learn.

"Twice is enough, macushla," Seamus murmured soothingly over Mary's muffled sobbing. "We daren't try again. Doctor says it'll imperil your health, bedad."

At that moment I made a decision. These were the descendants of one of the only people who was ever genuinely kind to me, and I had the power to mitigate their misfortune. I magicked up a basket and put my precious daughter in it, and I wrote a note:

"I once knew a very kind but unlucky femme named Vernier. She did me a great service once and helped me when I had given up hope. I owe her a wish which she never claimed. Since Vernier now rests in her grave, the wish goes to her descendant. Tonight the debt is finally paid. I shall take away the burden of your sorrow, and leave my own precious daughter in exchange for the child you have lost. Treat her with love and kindness, as if she were your own, just like Vernier would have done. Signed, the King of the Elves."

With a mix of emotions, I placed the basket on the doorstep. I knocked on the door and quickly pooked away into the darkness. I lingered long enough to observe that the note was read and the basket was taken into the house. Then I turned, and my Ixie and I headed for home.

Dropping off Changelings was strenuous work! I decided that when I returned to the palace, I would greet Zandar as she awoke with a fresh pot of delicious stew. That would surely soften the blow of informing her that I had traded our child for one that was already dead, essentially getting nothing at all out of the deal … but it had been the right thing to do!

[galionne-speeding]

WWWIIWWWYYYYY I'll give you somethin' to get the ball rollin' mayhaps 🥺

We all know Zavok is the Leader(tm), but what would be your take if each of the others were leader instead? Whether they're fit for the position or not does not matter in this silly what-if 🤭 Gramps might be easiest to start with, since it's easy to assume he was likely the original Leader in the very beginning of the packs' creation (me thinks anyway, even for a short while)

A second version to this could beeeeeee like how any of the remaining four would handle being a temporary Leader in Zavok's absence for any reason (serious and non-serious reasons), and who you think would be the best option for that temporary time 🤔 (I say four and not five bc I think Zik would handle it best by default)

sorry if thats alot for a first ask coming back 😭

Ooooh this is a fun one!

Okay, okay, so I have a lot of little stories in my head that exist just for fun and not really to be shared ; and one of them is about each D6 getting two other Zetis (mostly OCs because it's fun) under their command and forming 6 mini-teams ; so I actually have a few thoughts on something like that already!

So, yeah, I think we can all agree that aside from Zavok, Master Zik would be the best candidate as Deadly Six leader- he was canonically the previous leader of the pack, after all. And he's the one who trained Zavok ; he's the one who passed all the leadership skills down to him. His leadership would probably be pretty smilar to Zavok's, with perhaps slightly more emphasis on manipulating the enemy rather than full-on fighting.

Zeena is definitely the kind of leader who would give a few orders and then sit back and watch. Do not question her leadership or authority, that's 'how to get kicked in the face 101'. I'd like to think she's a pretty good strategist, tho. So while she likes to sit back, her plans work well enough that the team allows her to do so and has moderate to great success.

Zazz... Zazz. If I say Zazz's solution to every single issue is violence, will you be surprised? The team is going to fight everything and anyone standing in their way- even when that's really not necessary. But one thing I'd like to think Zazz would be really good at as leader is getting the pack fired up. His bloodlust is contagious and he knows exactly what to say or do to get every single member of the group hyped up for the fight(s).

Zomom doesn't know how to strategize and he's not a great speaker. One thing he does know how to do, though, is take hits and protect others. He's less of a leader in the sense of someone telling orders what to do ; and more in the sense that he's not afraid to be at the front of the group in battle. He'll let others come up with the plan ; and make sure they're safe while it's being put in motion.

Zor is probably the most difficult to imagine as a leader. It just, really doesn't feel like a position he'd want. But if he really needs to lead, I'd imagine it would be quite similar to how Zeena does it. Find a plan, lay it out to the team, and sit back. His powers would obviously have to come into play ; perhaps as a tool to help the rest of the pack without having to put himself in harm's way.

So that's that for the first part!

As for how the rest of the pack would react to being temporary leaders ; I have another little story around that idea! Long story short, Zavok and Master Zik are captured by (some villain) and the remaining four have to rescue them.

In the end Zeena, Zazz, Zomom and Zor end up splitting leadership duties between the four of them. Zor gathers intel to help them make informed decisions. Zeena strategizes and crafts attack plans based on the intel. Zazz leads the charge and directs the pack into battle. Zomom keeps the group safe and ensures they all get out of the fight unharmed.

Stepping away from that little story ; I feel like neither Zomom nor Zor would want any kind of leadership position. If there's someone else to drop those duties onto they will gladly hand them the responsability. On the other hand, both Zeena and Zazz would do anything to be leader- and both strongly believe they'd do better than the other. They would probably just end up fighting each other for leadership until Zavok and Master Zik decide to do the work themselves, break free and make their way back on their own.