#rip in peace obi

[im-poe-dameron]

by the blade that kills

a/n: oh i am having a blast with the @sithobiwanevent list. he is so much fun to write. it's also making me really want to begin working on my series i have stowed away for him. but for now i am hacking away at these prompts and pouring angst into the character's wounds. this one is by all means unhappy. it ends sadly, it starts sadly, and so please go into it with that in mind! again a massive thank you to @karasong who cheered me on as i wrote this!

sith!obi-wan events: a lightsaber tipping up someone's chin

summary: hidden away on a forest planet, you make a home of the place that once existed solely for you and him. but when the dark side of the force discovers where you are, he is sent to bring about his final duty.

word count: 3.3k+

pairing: sith!obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

warnings: UNHAPPY ENDING SO PROCEED WITH CAUTION, angst, so much angst it will hurt, past lovers, arguing, violence, lightsaber battles written awkwardly, the poetry of lovers to enemies, death.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.

In a galaxy plagued by the dark side of the Force, the light began to slowly bleed from the very sphere it once ruled. Thus the prophecy was written. One would come forth to bring balance. Restore what was brought into chaos. Yet you never expected they would drag everything into ruin.

You knew Anakin once. Watched as he grew alongside your greatest ally and friend. A man who now walked beside him; who chose which side to assist. The betrayal felt unreal at the time; as if you were stuck in nightmare with no chance of waking up.

You never believed that the two people you trusted most would bring the galaxy they protected to its knees. This was your greatest failure; never able to save one without the other's help.

Never able to remain the Jedi Knight they made you.

The wind kicked up through the forest as a ship flew overhead. This wasn't an unusual experience. People came and went on this planet, searching for others. Hoping to find treasures not yet unearthed by those that were forced to flee. You however hid in the shadows of what once used to a home—a small sliver of paradise that you shared with him.

The lightsaber at your side bounced against your thigh as you walked, hood drawn over your face, a basket of fruit tucked under your arm. Nights were warm here. Unlike other planets you'd been to, this one felt the most like home. It reminded you of the temple you once protected, the land that you'd grown up in.

But even that was brought to ruin due to the powers of the Sith.

Sunlight began to fade below the horizon, dipping behind the trees, as you entered your home. The flames of candles would have to do for now until you managed to fix the generator a mile out. Pieces from your old ship could be enough to keep it stable for years to come, but ripping a part your only means of escape left a sour taste in your mouth.

Bounty hunters were clamoring for their shot at what Jedi survived Order 66. Which left you—for the first time—as someone's prey. It was safer to have a way off planet, but surviving had to remain your number one option.

"Night again," you muttered under your breath, crossing off a tally with a sharpened stone.

Counting them all would leave you with a headache, but still your eyes scanned your own version of a calendar. A way to keep yourself on track if the day ever came where you were needed once more. The Sith may have taken over the galaxy, but the Jedi’s beliefs still remained true in your heart.

You would not die. Not until you were able to watch them fall to their knees.

"There is no chaos, there is harmony," you sighed, shutting your eyes as images of that night began to play in your mind.

His screams, the agony that befell them both. You could feel the mark of horror carved into your still beating heart. One that once echoed for them. Whatever remained of Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi only lived within your mind. They made sure to wipe their memories from the galaxy; the tales that are only shared in whispered secrets served as warning to whoever would listen.

You dropped the stone into the pile by your front door, the shine of the moon slowly creeping forward as you prepared to eat. The meal would be a measly portion of fruit and whatever animal you found during the day. Barely enough to tide you over.

You could feel the hunger gnaw at your stomach as you sat at the table. The need for more digging its sharp talons into the flesh of your back. You swallowed the bitter flavors down with a wince, knowing that you wouldn't be finding better on a planet so barren with life. The Empire made sure to strip every home of what could be useful; stealing the riches the land had to offer for their own agenda.

"There is no passion." You sighed, shoving your seat back and wandering over to the open door. "There is serenity."

The code of the Jedi didn't mean much to the galaxy anymore. But you clutched it against your heart. Knowing that there would come a time when things were forced to shift once more and the tides of evil fell to the hands of good. You could feel it resonate deep in your stomach. The truth of what Master Yoda explained to you on your journey to the hidden depths of the galaxy.

Though the Sith ruled now...that would soon change.

One day.

A crack of wood echoed in the air, causing you to go still. You would have guessed an animal found it's way in search of something to hunt and happened across your home. It wasn't the first time this happened. It certainly wouldn't be the last.

Calling your lightsaber to your hand, you ventured down the path lined in broken stones—eyes adjusting to the darkness quicker than normal. After so long spent traversing the woods at night, you'd grown accustomed to the pitch black. At least when you were encased in it, you could hide from what predators still walked the planet's surface. Animals that might find you to be a nice meal.

You moved silently, years of training keeping you steady. It held it's advantages when the wildness of this planet didn't wish to be tamed. You couldn't fault it for accepting the true nature that lay within. After what the Empire already took, you refused to add to that tragedy.

A clearing sat in the center—a place you meditated at times when your emotions more often than not got the better of you. Preparing to flip the familiar switch of your weapon, you heard another crack.

That was not an accidental creature stepping on fallen leaves and twigs as they went.

Someone was toying with you. Purposefully making noise when they felt you were at a close enough distance.

This was someone hunting you.

"I wouldn't if I were you," you said lowly, the hum of your lightsaber reverberating in the air.

A laugh fell upon your ears. Dark, filled with a gruff nature you didn't recognize. Yet the lick of heat along your spine rang with memories that continued to skirt the edges of your mind. You knew this person. That much was clear as you stepped further into the clearing. The blue light of your blade glowing around your cloaked form.

"So strong. Even now."

You tensed, hair rising on the back of your neck. "No."

"Tell me my darling." A black cloak fluttered in the darkness, yellow eyes rimmed with red glaring at you as he practically melted from the thicket of trees. "Do you still follow their rules?"

He looked exactly the same. Yet felt entirely different.

A jagged scar ran along his right cheek, eyes overflowing with mirth that slammed into your chest. His hair was slightly longer, curling around his ears as he stood before you in obsidian robes. The lightsaber in his gloved hand remained the same. But even now you felt its power through the Force. A magnified darkness that seeped into your chest.

This was not the man you once loved all those years ago.

Not the Obi-Wan who used to promise a future of peace together; only for the darkness to rip at his soul the night Anakin turned.

"How..." you breathed, eyes wide in horror as you watched him step closer.

You longed to wake up from this dream. But the soft leather of his gloves stroking your cheek cemented the truth in your mind. This was indeed reality.

He finally found his long lost prey.

"I must admit. Master Yoda was wise to tell you to come here." He grinned—proud of the fact that he figured you out. Years of searching and he managed to connect the dots of where you settled; where you believed was the safest place in the galaxy. "Even I didn't ascertain that you would dare come back here."

"This is my home," you spit, eyes narrowed as you flinched away from his touch. "I belong here."'

He smiled. "Our home."

"Not anymore. You made your choice Obi-Wan."

His eyes darkened as you spoke his name; the sound of it so familiar from your tongue. He could recall nights he made you scream it. Days spent hidden away in this little hovel of peace you carved for yourselves. A hiding spot in the galaxy for two Jedi to fall in love; to hope for a future that would never come true.

"My choice was to protect my own," he snapped, advancing forward—the piercing echo of his lightsaber now filling the warm air.

"I was your own!"

Stepping away, you watched the crimson blade come free—covering him in a blanket of darkness you felt emanate through the Force. The strong cerulean blue signature you once twined with your own no longer existed. All you could feel when you searched for him—all that welcomed you—was the bitter twisted inky blackness that bled from his soul.

"I offered you a choice." He stood mere feet away, but you felt his touch caress your skin through the air. "I offered my hand to you."

You scoffed, biting back the tears. "That was no choice. A life of service to the Empire that destroyed what we built. I'd rather have you kill me."

His eyes flashed dangerously, lips curling into a grin that sent a thrill of fear down your spine. "I suppose it's only right my darling. After all...you deserve a Jedi's ending. A warriors death."

"Fuck you Obi-Wan," you spit out, hand gripping your lightsaber in the hopes of it stabling you. "Tell me. Does the Emperor know you're here? Does Anakin?"

"Darth Vader gave the order himself."

The title dripped with fury that could only stem from one place. A planet covered in pain that spilled into the Force. Even now you felt it leak to your heart. The grief that you could no longer handle. Anakin resided in a hell of his own making; a pit of darkness you couldn't save him from.

Yet that's not what made the bile burn the back of your throat. It was the knowledge that Obi-Wan remained with him. Forever stuck to the one place that burdened them with a path of agony.

"Maker," you gasped, forcing yourself another step back as he tried to come closer. "He's still there."

"That's none of your concern-"

"You kept him there?" you shouted, raising your saber. "In that pit!" The air burned with the anger you continued to fight back. Obi-Wan reared away from you, shock bleeding across his face as your emotions slammed into him. "I never thought you a monster Obi-Wan."

"I'd watch your tongue," he bit out, lightsaber raised as if to strike. "Don't test my patience Jedi."

The laugh that ripped from your chest held no humor. You could hear the sanity slip from your grasp as he watched you—weapon ready to retaliate if you decided to attack him. What hope you held for the man you once loved slipped from your fingers with ease.

All promise of a future gone from existence.

Sith ruled the galaxy with an iron fist. Jedi died by their hand.

What difference would bringing back Obi-Wan from the dark side make?

"I'll die anyways."

Somehow the admittance didn't scare you. The truth of what lay ahead was always something you knew in the back of your mind. He wouldn't be allowed to rest unless the ties to his old self were severed; you just so happened to be the final one.

The last unforgiving memory of the man he killed on Mustafar.

The nightmare that continued to haunt him even as he attempted to move on from it.

"I will do what I must." His voice was barely above a whisper, but you felt as if he shouted them loud enough for the entire planet to hear.

"You will try," you replied, your heart shattering at the resolute calm on his face. The final confirmation you needed in his stance.

His first blow was built on rage and he wielded it effortlessly. There was no shouting, no words offered, because below the surface of someone so cruel and lost...the last remnants of a Jedi still remained. You could see it in how he moved. Blocking his strike, you gave one of your own—the sparks of your blades igniting the air with a burnt flavor.

Years of training with him gave you the upper hand. You knew is steps before he even made them. His lightsaber curving and twisting in the air with practiced flourish. He still fought with the agility of a Jedi, yet faced you with the power and brutality of a Sith.

"You've grown." His words were a low gasp of air as you parried his hit with a twirl, shoving him back through the Force to watch him slide a foot away.

Taking your stance, you watched him circle you. The grip on your lightsaber tight enough to send pain through your knuckles. For a brief moment, you shut your eyes to the image of him and opened yourself up to the Force. It may have been a mistake, but the words of Qui-Gon still lingered in the back of your mind: mediation is a Jedi's greatest weapon.

Peace.

It's what kept you going after so long.

"The Jedi's teachings won't save you," he spoke through the Force, echoing in your mind. The heat of his lightsaber tipping up your chin nearly made you flinch.

"Not me." Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his heated gaze with a familiar fierce glare he felt in his chest.

You siphoned through each sliver of darkness that shrouded him. Pulling back the curtain that he wished to remain in tact. Until the full force of his agony slammed into you; drowning you in the emotions you had yet to see. Images of Anakin brutally dismembered formed in your mind, his screams for help, for Obi-Wan to save the boy he raised.

You searched and searched until you finally settled on the truth. You caught his glare, your expression softening under the weight of his anger.

"You chose the darkness to save him," you whispered, tears pricking your eyes and blurring your vision. "Oh, Obi-Wan-"

"Lies."

He moved too quickly for you to retaliate or block his swing. A hand gripped your throat, hauling you close as tears spilled down your cheeks. The memories he tried to hide pouring into your chest with a vengeance that broke you in two. But that isn't what made his eyes grow wide in surprise, his chest heaving and lips parted.

You smiled. Placing small slivers of hope in his heart as memories resurfaced. Moments spent here with you, hidden away from the pressures of the Jedi Order. He gasped for air, loosening his grip as he watched them unfold before him. Pages of a story he ripped to shreds the night Anakin turned.

"My love," he murmured, dropping his forehead to yours. "Please."

Cupping his cheeks, you felt your lightsaber drop to the ground. "My Obi-Wan," you sighed.

Lips brushed against yours in a kiss that seared your heart. Severing you down the middle. He caught you in his hold, slotting his mouth against yours with a ragged breath. As if he was finally coming home after so long spent apart. A breathy moan of his name was lost to his kiss, his grip tight and unforgiving. You didn't care.

This was the man who still clung to your heart even through the darkness. The one you promised to die beside.

"I love you," you gasped, feeling his teeth bite at your throat. He sighed, shaky and unsure, but when you looked into his eyes you saw the promise of what was to come. "It's okay."

"I'm sorry," he rasped, clutching your waist as he delivered the final blow.

Pain split through your body and you screamed as his blade entered your torso. You'd suffered a cut with a lightsaber before, but this felt infinitely worse. As if he was severing your very soul from the confines of your body. He cut you open with the reverence of a lover; the hope of love still faint on his lips that brushed against yours.

He held you close, throwing his weapon to the side, as you gasped for air that wouldn't come. There would never be a version of your story where he could let you live; never a time for you two to fall in love again.

The man you once held was far too lost for you to find him again. This you could accept.

This you would carry with you onto the next life.

"T-There-" you gasped, clutching his robes, your eyes heavy with exhaustion.

He fell to his knees with a gut wrenching sob, his face pressed to yours as the pain began to numb in your body. The light of the Force wrapping itself around your form—offering solace after so much anguish.

This wasn't the end. You knew that.

Yet whether or not Obi-Wan Kenobi would join you one day remained a mystery.

"There is no death," he said against your cheek, the hot drip of his tears mixing with your own. "There is the Force."

A soft smile curved on your lips, your fingers brushing the scar on his cheek, as the breath began to slip from your chest. A familiar whisper of Qui-Gon's voice echoed in your ear. Beckoning you into a soft white light as Obi-Wan's cries pierced the air. His arms still wrapped tightly around yours.

You longed to comfort him, to make the promise of more. But that wasn't for you to reveal to him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against your now cold chest. "My love. I'm sorry."

You stood over his hunched body, your form tinged in blue as Qui-Gon's hand lay upon your shoulder. He wouldn't be able to see you this way. Not as he remained now. Deeply entrenched in the dark side that it would be a fight to find himself again.

So you knelt beside him, lips pressed to his cheek as he finally let go of your body, laying you on the ground with the gentleness of the man from years ago. His eyes cast up to the moon that hung above him. The only light in this darkened space he once loved.

Getting to his feet, he ignited his lightsaber and walked over to the nearest tree, slicing it down with a scream that shattered the still air. You watched him drag it through the Force; pieces getting cut as he formed a familiar resting place. Though he stood before you as a Sith—Obi-Wan still echoed in his actions. Resonating in your chest through the Force.

He raised you upon the pyre, tears still falling down his cheeks, and with a cut of his lightsaber against the wood, it erupted into flames.

"A Jedi's death," he vowed, face illuminated by the glow of orange. Gathering your lightsaber, he clipped it to his side—his eyes fixed on the small house still lit with candles. He longed to see you waiting for him on the front stoop, eye alight with a welcoming smile.

"We will meet again."

This he knew to be true.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 21 - Hurt/Comfort

For @himilce-persephoniea who asked for "gentledom Obi-Wan that can calm down feral Anakin"🫂

Give Me That Peace and Joy - 1,189 Rating: M Content: Established Relationship / Implied Sexual Content / Angst / Hurt/Comfort / Self-Hatred / Demigod Anakin Skywalker / Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug / Protective Obi-Wan Kenobi / Character Study / Relationship Study / Mental Breakdown / Mental Health Issues

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Anakin was spiralling, falling, colliding into the abyss, the currents of his fractured psyche dragging him down. Putrid black bile tore through his insides while acrid smoke filled his lungs, hollowing him out until nothing was left but the maddening call of the void below. Self loathing and doubt coated his mouth, lips pulled tight, spit frothing from the corners like a mad dog as he pulled at the chains that bound and howled back at the void.

How long had he stood at this precipice but never stepped over? How many times had he almost slipped but never quite fell? How many times had he heard the braying of the choir that told him to jump - to soar - but never once fallen?

Too many times, it seemed. Eventually something would snap deep inside - the chain would break and chaos would ensue. It was inevitable, really. Anakin had heard the hushed whispers in the halls and behind partially shut doors, hurried looks of curiosity mixed with fear from his fellows, of a boy gilded in prophecy but with a tear in his mind that made him broken; fractured; incomplete.

It was frightening (he was frightening).

It was dangerous (he was dangerous).

It was destiny.

Tearing at his chest with bloodied knuckles Anakin pressed into his sternum, choking on a sob as he curled in further and further, trying to make himself as small as he could - as unnoticed as he could.

Perhaps if he cried enough, screamed enough, destroyed himself enough he could be free of this magnitude. Perhaps if he broke into a million pieces he couldn’t be put back together. Perhaps if no one noticed, the Force and all its beauty and horror would look the other way - find another to favour, to cherish, to love.

But Obi-Wan wouldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t let Anakin hollow himself out, pour his messes across the floor and let the dogs lap it up. He wouldn’t allow Anakin to turn in on himself, to become small and pitiful and weak. He wouldn’t allow the pieces to go unmade, wouldn’t allow the fractures to break apart, wouldn’t allow Anakin to be anything other than—

“My darling boy.”

Strong hands gripped his own, pulling them away from his chest. Angry welts from his nails were touched by these same hands, his palms both warm and cool as they ran across Anakin’s neck and down his chest, soothing the ache for just a moment. Another sob broke past Anakin’s lips but was swallowed by a gentle kiss, Obi-Wan pressing his warm lips to Anakin’s chapped and broken ones, pressure firm and solid. Anakin tried to push, to lash out, to get away from the dignity and the kindness but Obi-Wan remained firm, his grip solid behind his neck, the taste of him washing away the sick, the smell of him familiar.

Breaking the kiss Anakin closed his eyes, and like a child seeking warmth curled up against Obi-Wan. He could still hear the howling of the abyss behind him, each tug of it unravelling him further, the allure of sinking into his own insanity still tempting. Gritting his teeth he pushed against Obi-Wan further, desperate to be a part of him, locked within his ribs and curled around his heart, protected from the agony of his existence.

With trembling hands he pulled and tore at Obi-Wan’s robes, breath stuttering as he stripped him of his layers until marred skin was exposed to him. Obi-Wan murmured soft words that Anakin couldn’t hear, his body taught, muscles firm beneath Anakin’s desperate touch as he continued to rip at his Jedi trappings until all that was left was the man beneath it all.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin pleased, desperate for something though he knew not what.

Solace? Penance? Affirmation?

He caught Obi-Wan in a fierce kiss, his own robes pushed and pulled at, his bruised body exposed to the outside air that stung and nipped his overheated flesh. Climbing on to his lap he grabbed Obi-Wan’s hand and brought it between them, pushing his aching length against his palm, begging Obi-Wan to touch him, cherish him, wash away the filth and the hurt until he was whole again. Until he was who Obi-Wan always said he was.

Keeping his hand on Obi-Wan’s wrist he moaned softly as the flex of Obi-Wan’s wrist coupled with the press of his hand, fingers wrapping tight as he stroked him with a steady grip. Obi-Wan continued to speak to Anakin though his words made little sense, wrapped up and coursing with the flow of blood through Anakin’s head and chest, thunderous and overwhelming.

But Anakin felt it. Felt the adoration, the steadiness - the truth - of Obi-Wan’s words. He believed them as he spoke them against Anakin’s jaw and along his neck, breath hot and sticking to Anakin’s flesh, bumps spread out across his quaking form as he ground down harder. Thighs trembling and body humming, Anakin fell further into Obi-Wan’s embrace, his hands trailing along his body, memorising and admiring every folly and perfection.

Obi-Wan was real and solid; a reminder of Anakin’s existence in this world. He wasn’t just a creation of the Force, swallowed up in its magnificence, bound by its orders. He was a child of flesh and blood, loved by someone so achingly human it sometimes hurt Anakin to think about. Obi-Wan was perfect despite the imperfection of his creation, unlike Anakin.

But maybe if Anakin swallowed enough of his sweat, his tears, his come - his humanity - then it’d soak into him. It’d lay down seeds that would grow and spread like vines through his body, beating back the slow creep of death and destiny, making Anakin into someone who could inspire rather than revolt, love rather than fear, fulfil rather than hunger.

Grinding down Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s own eagerness, thick and hard beneath him. It was this reminder - that Obi-Wan wanted him, desired him, craved him - that sent Anakin down into his release.

Obi-Wan loved Anakin.

He spasmed and shook, a blissful sigh slipping past his chapped lips, the assurances of Obi-Wan’s belief in him coursing through him. He kissed Obi-Wan then, tasting the tea on his lips, feeling the wisps of his beard that tickled, hearing the soft sigh of his own release. He held Obi-Wan close until his hands ached, his arms ached, his chest ached, still desperate to be inside of him - to be anywhere but in his own body, his own mind.

When they were done he dropped his head down to the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck. Obi-Wan stroked his back, palms hot and rough, fingers pressing into the bruises on Anakin’s body, feeling the dips of his ribs and the bumps of his curled spine. With another sob Anakin curled in as close as he could, cradled in the arms of the only person that knew, that understood, that loved despite it all.

[tragedy-for-sale]

Old Wounds Never Heal

I really just want to talk about the last frame. But throughout all frames, you can see his concern, his worry, his discomfort.

In the first frame, you can see how he's trying to advocate for himself. He's trying so hard to prove that Maul is a threat they cannot overlook but in his desperation his emotions get the better of him, he's hanging on by a thread, he's on the verge falling back into his grief, you can see it in his eyes, he wants so desperately to be heard that he loses his argumentative credibility as a Jedi, there is no emotion, there is peace, but Obi-Wan cannot be at peace. It's a little hard to find peace in knowing Qui-Gon's murderer is alive.

It's the Jedi Code that keeps him from actually addressing how he truly felt. There is no death, there is the Force; But Obi-Wan, oh Obi-Wan, he knows of the unfathomable horror that is to watch someone you love die, to watch their last breath physically leave their body. There is the Force and there is the hand of death, ripping Qui-Gon from Obi-Wan's arms leaving him with nothing but the Force.

Obi-Wan looks to Anakin because what if he's feeling this all too deeply? What if the Chancellor is right? What if Obi-Wan is not being the Jedi he should be? He looks to Anakin because he would know, Anakin would know.

In the last frame, Obi-Wan realizes his feelings are being dismissed, but he's not supposed to have feelings, not for this anyway, for they were born through attachment, through his grief for Qui-Gon. Jedi cannot form attachments. So, he holds himself close, because once again, he has to bury all his pain.

[paroslineage]

I'm Home....

Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader.

TW : Blood, Reader Death, Gore, Detailed descriptions of death, Mentions of death.

This is my own original idea and the characters of JJK do not belong to me but Gege Akutami. Do not steal :/

Genre : Angst To Comfort

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Original Content do not steal or repost on other platform as your own material and this is the only platform I write so If you see anything on other platforms, immediately report.

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It was almost in a blur, how quick it was.....

Satoru laid on the ground, waist cut in half as his legs remained standing, with his left arm cut off as he coughed up blood.

Fighting the King Of Curses wasn't a walk in the park. He gave it his all, yet was defeated by a Curse who merely even tried.

As he closed his eyes, and opens them, now he was in a field of dandelions, the most cherished flower of his Kikufuku, reminding him of what you had told what the flowers symbolized..

hope, healing, and resilience.

Qualities which you possessed before you were brutally killed off by the hands of Toji Fushiguro and forever ripped away from your dear husband Satoru.

And there on the other side is where you.

Y/N Gojo, his once beloved best Friend now Wife stood, smiling serenely, waiting for him.

You were dressed as ethereal as that night....

Wearing a mint green Kimono robe dress with an obi wrapped around your delicate,dainty waist worn with crystal mint green heels that glimmered in the refraction of the sun.

Subtle natural beautiful makeup,hair in a elegant low bun and decorated with a intricate hair stick.

It was your outfit of your wedding with the Satoru Gojo.

You wordlessly opened your dainty arms, long wide sleeves of the Kimono fluttering and swaying along with the Autumn winds and smiled widely and called out to him in a gentle timbre of voice

"Satoru..."

Satoru's heart fluttered as his beloved Kikufuku's calm and soothing voice filled the air gracing his ears, The one which he longed to hear after all that dreaded night.

...

He remembers mourning in anguish as he held your bloodied corpse cradled to his chest robbed away from him so suddenly his heart could not take it.

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He remembers the sadistic laughter of Toji Fushiguro as it mocked him not being able to save his wife after he just got married.

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He remembers swearing vengeance on your pitiful ,brutal death as he kissed your bloodied forehead.

...

You were robbed away from him on the night of your wedding.

and now...

He could finally rest in your arms...

Satoru closed his eyes once more, and opens them back up to make sure what he was seeing was not a hallucination, you still stood at your place looking as regal and majestic as ever.

The calm, peaceful, and kind smile on your face gave him solace, acting as a healing balm to his singed soul.

Satoru slowly rose from where he laid, to your level.

"Y/N..."

Satoru spoke waveringly and full of emotion, his clear blue gaze never wavering once from your form.

Your arms were still stretched out open for Satoru to run into and find solace.

Without hesitation, Satoru ran into your open arms like a madman, falling to his knees, burying his head into your stomach.

Both of you stood there for what seemed like forever not like neither of you minded.

Never once wanting this moment to end at all costs, before Satoru looks up at you to see your wide child-like smile still on your visage smiling down at him with nothing but fondness and love.

"Satoru ....you're finally home..."

You said with a emotional happy tone eyes becoming misty as you took in the man Satoru still looked as handsome as before and gently petted his soft alabaster hair from which Satoru teared up even more and sobbed wordlessly into your obi clad stomach.

His once and forever eternal flame was finally lost and found.

Satoru nods frantically, still with tears streaming down his pale cheeks.

Then, he got up and towered over your petite stature and kissed your forehead, cradling you firmly but lovingly in his strong muscular arms.

Nothing could hurt you, for now both of the lost, separated lovers now reunited in the realm of Tranquility and Serenity.

not now, not ever.

"My Kikufuku, I'm home..."

[generalobiwan]

prompt: patching a wound

i said it inspired me, so here you go. a ficlet inspired by the "patching a wound" prompt. enjoy!

Obi-Wan has remarkably never been one to ask for help when it comes to patching his wounds. He’s been like this for his entire life; he’d rather suffer in silence than ask for someone to take care of him when he’d be the first to jump at the chance to help someone else. Selfless to a fault. Which is how he’s found himself on the edge of the campsite with burn cream, gauze, and tape. Dooku’s lightsaber had caught him on his side, scorching a hole in his robes and into his skin. He’s lucky it just barely scraped him. 

He hisses as he applies the burn cream, trying to keep quiet. The camp is asleep for the most part; he and Anakin had offered to stand watch for the first half of the night at which point Rex, Ahsoka, and Cody would take over. Obi-Wan is so lost in his own physical pain that he fails to sense when someone is near until he hears the all-too-familiar voice.

“You could have asked,” Anakin says, arms crossed as he watches Obi-Wan apply the lotion. 

Obi-Wan turns his head to look at his former Padawan. “I’m quite alright, Anakin,” he snaps. “Go back to guarding camp, I can handle this myself.” But he should have known better; he watches as Anakin comes closer and bats his hands away. Obi-Wan, for once, lets him. They’re both quiet as Anakin gently administers the cream and places the gauze over the burn. Obi-Wan holds it in place as his former Padawan rips the tape and presses it along the edges of the bandage. 

“That should hold,” Anakin says quietly. Obi-Wan can sense his apprehension, his worry. So he places a hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “I’m fine, Master.” 

“Thank you, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says. “That was much easier than doing it myself. I’ll be fine now, go on back to your post.” But Anakin lingers. Obi-Wan reaches out into the Force to see if there are any nearby threats as Anakin just continues to watch him. Then, very quickly–a press of lips against his own before Anakin is gone, leaving Obi-Wan startled. Anakin. He doesn’t get a response, but later, as he is trying to find sleep in his pack, his fingers just brush over his own lips and when he turns over, he sees Anakin watching him. Thank you. Anakin’s cheeks are barely tinged pink as he nods and then rolls over onto his other side, away from Obi-Wan. 

Something to be explored, to be sure, but perhaps after the war. Right now, Anakin doesn’t need any distractions; Obi-Wan doesn’t need any distractions. Focus on the war, end it. That’s their mandate. Everything else must wait, much as Obi-Wan wants to pursue whatever thoughts or emotions had led Anakin to kiss him. Yes, after the war. Obi-Wan manages to find a bit of sleep with thoughts of peace on his mind.

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 23 !!!

I'm back batchers rip my sleep schedule lmao but nothing can stop me from watching tbb

I've got my skittles and my tumblr and disney+ and I'm ready to go 🤟

The Bad Batch 2x03

this entire planet looks like it's made of spice

nervous imperial you're not fooling anyone my dude

Tawni Ames 👑 shoutout to the queen herself Tasia Valenza 💕

CORUSCANT !!!

CROSSHAIR 🥺🥲😭💕❤ I missed you sm (I watched s1 hours ago 🤫)

another Kallus parallel 👀

regs will always hate tbb lololol

Rampart 🔫😁(me, I hate his guts)

32 rotations... 32 ROTATIONS I- 😫

the empire are bitches and we don't negotiate with terrorists

the memorial wall 🥲 (we're gonna pretend it isn't a bunch of random letters hehe)

a few behind Crosshair literally say: sdflkphi, dkniihqaz, aweututn, qqhgouer ~ anyone know more aurebesh than me who can explain this pls ??

he called him by his name !!!

CODY CODY CODY CODY 💕💕💕💕👑👑👑👑

Cody's face when Crosshair mentions the jedi 😭

the only two without their helmets on !!!

FLASHBACK TO THE FIRST BAD BATCH APPEARANCE IN TCW 👀

"mmhmmmm" ~ battle droid, bro 💀

"Dooku was right in the end" real

"We always get shot down when we travel with regs" 👀

"How unfortunate... for you" ~ someone else said this and now I can't find it 🙃 anyway I'm pretty sure it was Crosshair idk

the droid high five lmaooo

clever boys 👑

Crosshair and Cody team up will never fail to make me happy 👌

"I've beaten clankers with far less" tbb mention 🥲💕

Cody trusting Crosshair 🥰 "you do make things interesting" I'd love to see early Cody + tbb missions pretty pretty please 🥺

my mans doesn't even flinch !!!!!

I can feel his smirk when he blows up the tank hehe

Cody has a jetpack and still went nah Ican make that jump 😂 I mean he did but still

Cody complimenting Crosshair 💕

WYLER AND NOVA OWN MY HEART FR

droidekas !!!

Wyler r.i.p my love 💔

There is just something about clones vs droids ya know

Crosshair and Nova silent communication I love it 👌

Cody screaming for Nova and Crosshair pulling him away 😭😭😭😭

r.i.p Nova my beloved 💔

Crosshair's discs !!!!

backflip !!!!

knife knife knife knife knife- 👀

Crosshair calling for Cody to help 🙃

KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE-

Crosshair putting the puck in Cody's hand - bro at first I thought mans was too injured to move the way he was like 'throw it for me I can do it from laying down in this spiral staircase' and he makes the shot and stands up 2 seconds later and is back to committing war crimes ?? Crosshair you dramatic bitch 💀

"nice throw" "nice shot" 🥰🥰🥰🥰

notice how the tk troopers got captured so they send clones to get them out.... 🙃

Mina Bonteri 💔

"peace was never an option" devastating

the clone music when Cody reasons with Tawni 😫🤧

Crosshair following orders but also saving Cody from having to kill Tawni

the Crosshair music 🥲

"so much for peace" 💔

"put her body in the square" but I can imagine how gentle he would have been with her body... do you think he left his helmet off so the people could see his face or did he cover his face for that

Ok I want to go full english teacher for a moment I'll do it in a few eps watch this space 👀

Crossy and his lil toothpick 💕 (he just murdered someone)

the clones did the dirty work now more tk troopers arrive 😡

Cody's whole speech 💔😭 "we make our own choices and we have to live with them too" knowing he's thinking about everything he's done and thinking he killed Obi-Wan... what if I screamed into the abyss ???

Crosshair not being able to sleep 😫

Rampart doesn't even know their names 😡

OKAY do we think "gone awol" means Cody has actually left or is he awol the same way Wilco is??

COME ON CROSSHAIR JUST LEAVE THE EMPIRE ALREADY 😫

hehe thank you for coming to my 2am tbb rewatch (again hehe) 💕 sorry it's late again if you saw any spelling miatakes no you didn't 🤟

[kyrie-tenara]

honestly RIP any Jedi with a mood disorder. "There is no emotion, there is peace." Okay tell that to Anakin Skywalker when he's three weeks deep into a manic episode and has announced he'll be running for Chancellor so he can eradicate slavery in the galaxy. he has a political platform and everything but he keeps starting fights at fundraisers. Obi-wan keeps trying to take him to a doctor but Anakin has literally never felt better in his life. Padme is in a constant state of anxiety because Anakin is this close to revealing their relationship to the galaxy at the drop of a hat because he has no impulse control. Ahsoka has never had so much fun in her jedi training life. Rex has formally asked the Jedi Temple to ban Anakin from driving a speeder ever again.

[magadauthan]

Ep 19: Hang Fire

*Stefon voice* This episode has everything.

Vash and WW acting like a couple of morons

A glimpse into Meryl and Milly's everyday life

Meryl on her way to freakin' go get her man

Vash in civvies (that button-down!)

A catchy song

V/M emotional constipation (catnip!!!)

OK @trigun98watchparty, let's begin the killing time recap.

--It's perfect that Meryl's friend is named Karen, because that mole near her mouth means she's a gossip. She does seem to care about Meryl, though. Wants her to get married and everything.

--Ofc her officemates want to hear all the skinny on her interactions with Vash the Stampede. Wouldn't you?

--Look how happy Meryl is. She's gonna find Vash and give him all the kisses a very stern talking-to. It's official, Meryl and Milly are off to the DIrty Jerz.

--Awwww, the bike broke down again. This is tip-top, grade-A, prime bickering between Vash and WW. "Actually, I'm dissing you, not your stupid broken motorcycle!" It's not Trigun if these two aren't squawking at each other.

--What the hell kind of nasty-ass spaghetti are they eating? It looks like it has Spam in it. That is just wrong. (yeah, I know, spaghetti western.) And WW gets stuck with the check, just like Vash threatened.

--The girls are so cute in their PJ's. I love that we know what most of the main characters wear to bed. (I bet WW wears the rattiest underpants you ever saw, with a tank undershirt.)

--I love that Vash has old friends all over the place. He and Max (and probably Doc) went out for Obi-Wan and Anakin-style Wild Adventures and probably ripped it up wherever they went.

--It has to be incredibly hard on Vash to watch his friends get older while he stays the same.

--Meryl will KICK YOU in the NUTS. < / cartman > Nice subverted panty shot, though it doesn't come through in English. Good luck "having fun" with Meryl or Milly.

--"Total slaughter, total slaughter..."

--WW and his noodles, best silly face

--let's all take several moments to appreciate Vash's extreme hotness in his white button-down

--"Luck and persistence won't work forever." Especially with you conniving with Legato and co. to force his hand, eh, WW?

--"Tee hee, ma'am is so happy to see him. I'll give them a couple minutes alone."

--Vash/Meryl fanciers: Take a moment to go read "Biting My Tongue" and then come back.

--Vash and Meryl (at this point, anyway) could never admit in a thousand years that they might have missed one another. Meanwhile, WW likely took one look at Milly: "Big Girl! I missed you!" "I missed you too, Mr. Priest, it's so nice to see you again!" "I have a couple extra double dollars, do you want to go get some ice cream?" "That would be so nice of you, Mr. Priest! Yay!"

--Domo arigatou, Mr. Legato...

Thinking back on it... Vash starts to show a renewed determination to push back after his time with Grandma Sheryl and Lina. For two years (the anime is fuzzy on this so I'm using manga timeline) he got to be who he wanted to be - just another silly guy, living his life, doing ordinary things and being happy. No one knew whether he was alive, and he was able to live in peace. Which is pretty much all Vash genuinely wants. Without his brother chasing him and pulling the strings, he was able to accomplish that.

Vash has had a taste of what his life could be like without Knives being a dick to him all the time. So... what is he going to do about it?

[nicolabarth]

A Step in Between - Chapter 5

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Pairing: Obi-wan Kenobi/Cody/Darth Maul

Rating: Explicit

That’s how on day four Obi-wan watched Maul duck through a hole that they’d just torn into the hull of Obi-wan’s fighter with their combined force powers, and hit his horns on a low hanging support beam.

Maul cursed and Obi-wan bit his tongue to not laugh, even though he was sure his amusement bled into the force. “You aren’t used to them being so long, are you?”

He knew that Zabrak horns grew quite long, if you didn’t file them down regularly, and it made sense that Maul didn’t have the opportunity to do so in a prison cell.

“If you can’t provide a file and a mirror, at least spare me the commentary, Kenobi.” Maul ducked through the hole more carefully this time and started to rip out cables that seemed to be in his way.

“The Mandalorians left us quite the collection of knives, and we had Zabrak younglings at the temple when I was a Padawan and tasked with helping them now and then. I know how it’s done, I could cut your horns for you.” He wasn’t exactly looking forward to doing anything for Maul, but the less irritated the Sith was, the more likely it was that the peace would hold.

Maul threw him a look over his shoulder, narrowed his eyes. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“We’re getting off this planet faster, if you don’t keep hitting your head on things,” Obi-wan argued.

[linpunny]

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[37-children-of-the-dreams]

I had a bad dream that immediately woke me up and reminded me that it was not The Bad Batch Eve. I dreamt I read an article that stated Crosshair died in the finale and I did not like that.

Look, I know someone is going to die (Thanks for the cryptic message Jennifer), but I really do not want it to be Crosshair who’s going to die. I get that Star Wars likes the “Redemption Equals Death” trope, but does Crosshair really deserve to die to say he has been fully redeemed?

They let Kallus live after everything he’s done and give him a redemption arc that did not led to his death. They can do it again with Crosshair. Please let them do it again with Crosshair.

Still, the worst part about Crosshair possibly dying is that he does have the biggest chance of dying in the finale for so many reasons:

Crosshair has done some morally wrong things that hurt his family. While they’ve done it much worse than him, Vader and Kylo Ren did things that broke their family, and they died.

Crosshair wants to do right with his family again after everything he has done to them. Again, Vader and Kylo hurt their family, but did the right thing in the end for them, which led to them dying.

Crosshair loves his family and isn’t afraid of dying for them. RIP to Bail and Breha Organa, Owen and Beru, and Obi-Wan for loving Leia and Luke and dying for them. RIP to Ephraim and Mira Bridger, and Kanan Jarrus for protecting their sons and dying for them to have a bright future.

Lastly, Crosshair is a clone in a series finale. May Jesse and the 332nd Company, and Gregor rest in peace knowing that they won’t have to fight another war. Technically, I could put Tech here since he sacrificed himself in season two’s finale.

Jennifer, please let Crosshair live. Let him be an exception to the “Redemption Equals Death” trope. Please just let him not die! Think of Omega’s needs!

[ooops-i-arted]

Me watching filoni take another one of luke's lines/moments from the original trilogy yet AGAIN to use for his own characters (mostly ahsoka) while he disrespects luke in his interviews: 😒

like he wants orange oc to be as important as luke skywalker so damn badly, and yet he can't truly have her emotional moments sell without referencing the original trilogy protagonist. the fans eat it up anyways because they never change. rinse and repeat.

I saw on Insta that she says "I won't fight you" to Anakin and I'm like. How. How does the fandom not see Filoni is just blatantly ripping everything off. This is beyond Leonardo DiCaprio pointing meme, this is straight up copying, and it's shitty. Luke was HUGELY important to Anakin in the OT. The reason for his redemption. His last memory of Padme, of Obi-Wan, of the Jedi, maybe even Shmi and his step-family. His last chance to try and fix what he broke. Ahsoka is not even a blip on the radar compared to Luke.

Luke: There is no emotion, there is peace. I will not let this upset me. I am all right, I am a Jedi.

Han: I'm not. *blasts Ahsoka out of canon*

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

night shift

Summary:

"What were they doing together in Cody’s quarters, of all places, at 0100 in the morning?"

Or the one where Skull, the lead medic for the 212th, gets a call from Cody when Obi-Wan has a late night allergic reaction. He finds an unexpected scene.

Word Count: 2,390

Skull liked the night shift when it was assigned to him; it was peaceful. 

It was quiet in the Negotiator’s medbay at night; it was a respite from bloody Generals and many of his irate brothers insisting they not be relegated to his care for a fucking paper cut that was usually a near-fatal stab wound.

Skull liked when he could take a seat and run through his weekly reports and shoot the shit with Oxy without having to pause.

Mostly, an empty medbay meant hours in his laboratory, a place where he could focus on preventative care instead. Skull’s eyes wandered over the notes he had written on a loose piece of flimsi. He peered back through his microscope at the bacta powder solution he had been studying for days. 

He had just settled in minutes early, his shift starting at 0100 hours, when he heard the familiar piercing beep of his comlink. He tried not to sigh. 

It blinked incessantly from across the lab, and Skull lifted his glasses from his face, curiosity peaked. Glancing briefly at the name on his comlink, Skull was surprised to see it wasn’t Oxy passive aggressively trying to get his attention from outside the locked laboratory door. 

Rather, it was Commander Cody.

Skull raised an eyebrow; as the 212th’s lead medic, he was presented with tentative schedules for all of the men, even that of his commanding officer. He had noted that Cody was off duty for a day and he was scheduled to be on the Negotiator to report virtually to the Jedi Council. In fact, Skull had even seen him in the mess hall at dinner .

Suppressing his concern and suspicion, Skull answered the com.

“Commander? Is everything alright? I saw you were scheduled for off-duty–” Skull wasn’t able to finish his sentence.

“It’s Ob– the General. He’s– I think he’s having some sort of reaction– he can barely breath–” Skull’s heart skipped a beat. Allergies. Anaphylaxis. 

Skull thought Obi-Wan’s lengthy list of allergies was under control . He had spent hours curating a list of approved dishes for the mess hall to cook for him, and even longer crafting a customized adrenaline shot tailored to Obi-Wan’s overactive immune system. 

Between Skull and the General, they had been so careful to pinpoint what he could and could not eat, so diligent to prevent any possible scenario that could occur on the battlefield?

What could he have possibly eaten, or been in contract with on the Negotiator?

“Short of breath, nausea…?” Skull asked as he shut off his lab lights and shoved his loose flimsi into a manilla folder. 

“Yes– his shots aren’t here. Says he forgot them– I–” Skull’s heart skipped a beat and he cut off Cody before more time could be wasted. 

“I’ll bring one. Just– stay on the line Commander.” Skull tried to keep his panic from worrying the Commander even more. Instead, he kept his tone flat and stood hastily from his rolling chair. 

Skull didn’t waste time and unlocked his lab door in haste. Oxy stared at him with a peculiar look of smugness and confusion mixed together. “Oi, Skully, you finally decided to do something useful?” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and leaned back, arms crossed against the medical bed behind him. 

Skull ignored him momentarily, and hurried to the medical supply closet. He headed straight for the prepacked case labeled with the General’s name and ripped it from the shelf. 

“If you call saving the General’s arse again useful, then yes.” Skull shot Oxy a pointed look and brought his comlink back towards his face as he pushed through the swinging doors of the medbay. 

“Commander, are you still on the line?” He asked as he walked briskly down the hallway in the direction of the barracks. 

“Yes. He’s not looking so good, Skull…” Cody’s voice leaked with panic; Skull could almost hear the Commander’s voice trembling. 

“Commander– I need you to focus for a moment. Where are you located?” Skull figured the General’s quarters was a likely answer.

“My quarters. 2224-01D.” Cody answered after a pause. “Please hurry.” 

“Give me one minute.” Skull stopped walking and began to run, barely caring about the write-up he would likely get if anyone in authority saw him. It hardly mattered when the General’s life was on the line. 

Skull steered himself towards the ranking clone barracks just next to those of the Jedi. For a moment, his focus faltered as he considered what Cody had told him. What were they doing together in Cody’s quarters, of all places, at 0100 in the morning? Skull could hardly believe that a General, much less a Jedi, would agree to meet in the quarters of their subordinate . It surely did explain why the General inadvertently had lost access to his adrenaline shots.

Skull shook the thoughts from his head and prepared himself for quick thinking as he approached Cody’s quarters. 

01B, 02A, 01C….

01D. 

He didn’t bother to knock, instead placing his fingertip on the pad just outside the door to force his own entry.

The door slid away to reveal an empty room save for a small chair in the corner holding some beige clothes and a set of glasses. Skull stepped inside, momentarily confused before he heard a soft voice emerge from the left. 

“Keep breathing, please . Skull will be here any second. You will be fine, everything will be fine.”

Skull swiveled to find Cody sitting in just his briefs by Obi-Wan’s side. His face, usually perfectly shaved, was covered in a layer of stubble. He had an iron grip on Obi-Wan’s arm and panic laced his voice as he spoke softly. 

Obi-Wan sat propped against the edge of Cody’s bunk, shirtless , with one hand curled over his neck and another on his chest. A loose pair of linen pants protected his legs from the metal floor and he heaved in wheezing breaths. “Don’t–” He sucked in another breath and abandoned whatever he was going to say as Skull approached and dropped his bag heavily onto the floor beside the pair. 

“I’m here.” Skull said, mildly breathless himself, still struggling to figure out what in the absolute fuck was going on. He pulled open the medical case and plucked out one of the several adrenaline shots along with an alcohol pad. “General, you know the drill, keep those breaths even.” Skull kept his tone low and schooled his face into an unpanicked look. He hoped it was reassuring, especially given the wild look in the General’s wide eyes.

It had been a long time since the General had experienced anaphylaxis, and even longer since he had gone such a long period of time without his shot made available. Even out in the field it was rare for a reaction to be left untreated. 

Skull made quick work of flicking the outside of the syringe. “Commander, pull down his pants.” Cody looked at him, mouth ajar, before Skull swore under his breath and pulled at the elastic band of the General’s pants himself. 

He wiped the alcohol pad across his thigh before warning the General, “Alright, here we go.” Obi-Wan nodded urgently in response as he wheezed even louder. 

Without hesitation, Skull stabbed the syringe into his thigh. Obi-Wan didn’t make a sound for a second, his breath still caught in his throat. Skull held his own breath and counted to ten, hoping to see Obi-Wan’s purpling cheeks turn into a less alarming shade of red. 

“Deep breaths, General.” He reminded the General as he pulled Obi-Wan’s hand away from where it rested across his neck. Obi-Wan’s eyes remained wide, but he sucked in a deep breath that sounded marginally better than before. “That’s it, keep going.”

Skull watched him breath for a minute until, though he was still mildly wheezing, it looked like he was able to bring in a breath with little resistance. 

Kriffing close call, that was. 

Skull briefly looked over at Cody as he collected the sterilization wrapper from the shot. Cody’s lips were pulled into a hard line, like usual, but something in his eyes made him seem far less calm than he appeared. 

If Skull didn’t know any better, he might have thought the Commander looked… teary .

“I’m afraid–” Skull averted his eyes when Obi-Wan spoke up hoarsely, his gaze on  Cody’s form, “I’m not feeling…” He took a moment to suck in a breath and seemed to be shifting around like he wanted to stand up. Skull pressed him back against the side of the bunk gently.

“Please, stay sitting General!”

Obi-Wan fought against his hold weakly, “Not feeling so good, Cody–”

Cody’s eyes flew open wide and he rushed to the corner of the room where he emptied a waste basket. Moments later, he deposited it in Obi-Wan’s arms just in time. Cody looked away as Obi-Wan heaved into the can, a small amount of liquidy brown bile coming out before he set it aside. 

“Well… that was pleasant.” Obi-Wan murmured after he paused to suck in another deep breath. Skull noted that the exposed skin of his chest and face had mostly returned to its normal color, outside of the vague redness of his cheeks and little mark on his neck…

Skull almost let his eyes widen, but looked away before he had a chance to let his thoughts get the best of him.

Medical help now, questions about the severe lack of clothing in this force-forsaken room later. 

“Not really a great time for jokes, Sir.” Skull said instead, clearing his throat.

“Agreed.” Cody said firmly and stood in his place. He assumed his resting position, arms crossed over his chest and back held straight and tall. Yet, he hardly looked as menacing and serious as usual in just a pair of tight, black, underwear. “You can breath now?” The Commander asked Obi-Wan, the fright in his eyes fading just slightly as Obi-Wan offered him a hint of a smile and breathed in deeply once or twice.

“Yes, it works like a charm.” Obi-Wan said while pointing to the emptied syringe and offering Cody a strangely familiar smile. “Thank you Skull– I shouldn’t have left my quarters without my med pack. I extend my deepest gratitude to you for coming in such a hurry.” Skull was also offered a warm smile as he extended a hand to Obi-Wan and helped him onto the bunk where he could sit more comfortably.

“Not a problem, General. It’s my job.” He said the words teasingly. “And because it’s my job, I need to know what exactly happened here?” 

There was a long, awkward pause as Cody looked nervously in Obi-Wan’s direction. Suddenly, the Commander seemed much more aware of the fact he was stripped down to his underwear, eyes blowing wide before he cleared his throat and reached for the set of blacks neatly folded on top of the dresser next to his bunk. “It was my fault. I bought some biscuits from the lower levels of Coruscant last time I was there. I thought I read the ingredients list, but I guess I must have missed something.”

Cody reached for the package – one biscuit missing – and handed it sheepishly to Skull. 

While he tried to look over the ingredients list for a moment, Skull could hardly keep a straight face considering the idea that the Commander and General were sharing a package of fancy Coruscantian biscuits together, at 0100 in the morning, while half-naked in Cody’s quarters. 

Things were starting to appear very obvious, and Cody seemed to realize Skull knew something was amiss.

“I’ll analyze these in my lab, see if maybe the ingredients list was missing something. No sense in wasting your time any further boys, it looks like you were enjoying your night.” Skull offered up a smile and crouched down to pull out an extra bottle of Obi-Wan’s emergency medication, and a few adrenaline shots. 

General Kenobi’s face was colored a dark red as Skull sat down next to Obi-Wan and placed the next adrenaline shot in his hand. “Alright General, I know it’s been a while, but remember to repeat this shot in twenty minutes. If the symptoms don’t go away after three more, send me a com and we’ll get you set up in the medbay for observation.” 

“Thank you, Skull. I will remember of course.” Obi-Wan took a deep breath and looked away before any prolonged eye-contact could happen. Skull nearly snorted.

“Would you like me to teach Cody how to do it?” He asked, glancing over at the Commander just as he was readjusting the shirt of his blacks. 

“Oh!” Obi-Wan explained, “That certainly won’t be necessary–”

“Well I’m sure you can teach him yourself anyway, General. I am leaving two of these here… just in case.” Skull stood from the bed and forced himself to hold back the urge to wink in the Commander’s direction. 

“That is ah– appreciated Skull,” Obi-Wan said, a half-hearted smile gracing his lips as he shifted into a more comfortable position on the bed. 

Skull nodded and collected the remaining contents of Obi-Wan’s medkit before heading towards the door.

“Listen–” Cody started, likely seeing the hint of an amused smile on Skull’s lips, “It’s not what you are thinking.”

“I’m sure it’s not, Commander.” Skull tapped at Obi-Wan’s medical case with a few of his fingers and pressed the button to open the door. “It looks like you and the General were having quite the late night tactical planning session, complete with fancy biscuits and a lack of clothes .”

Cody looked vaguely exasperated before schooling his expression. “Don’t tell anyone.” He whispered, seriousness enveloping his form as he took a step closer to Skull. “We can discuss.. later.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it Commander. All I ask is in the future, you reference his list more carefully before feeding him anything. I’d really rather not interrupt your… intimacy, again.” Cody let out a sigh, “And please, keep a few shots here.”

With that, Skull nodded his goodbye to the blushing Commander, and shuffled into the hallway where he finally allowed himself a low chuckle.

There would be lots to discuss at Obi-Wan’s next medbay visit, that was certain. 

But for now, Oxy and Skull would be having a rather entertaining night shift.

[mayxthexforce]

Headcanuary - Day 1

Prompt: Flowers.

Anakin Solo || Han Solo

They share this headcanon because, due to the fact that Leia is very fond of flowers, Han always made sure to teach their kid(s) how to take good care of her plants and also taught them to spot the ones that she likes the most, especially candlewicks due to how rare and difficult to find they became after the destruction of Alderaan. Anakin, who has always struggled with carrying the legacy of The Anakin, the hero of the Republic but also the man who he knew became Darth Vader, also became fond of candlewicks because he knows the way Leia connects them to her mother, and so he feels those connect him to the more peaceful side of his family.

Elodore Vane

Valahari, besides being known for making the fastest ships in the galaxy with the best engines to match, is also known for having some of the most beautiful gardens. One often called the most beautiful is the garden that belongs to the royal family. Because Elodore loves flowers, and because it gave her something to do and —later, after consummating her marriage with Harko— bond over with her son other than royal matters, she works hard in tending to her garden. She has flowers all year round because she's specifically divided the garden in sections of seasonal plants, so that no matter the season, there's always something blooming.

Koska Reeves

Koska doesn't like being gifted flowers. Not because she doesn't like them– actually, she does; but because she doesn't like when planets are ripped out of the ground to be turned into a bouquet, an expensive one at that because some can be really expensive. She thinks it's credits that go to waste on a gift that will shrivel up and die in a week, tops. She'd very much rather be gifted potted plants, but even then she isn't sure she can give them proper care given her hectic life and line of work that sends her to places that only few plants can thrive in.

Leia Organa

Leia's favorite flower is candlewicks. They're a plant native to Alderaan whose flowers have a natural glow to them, and she heavily associates them with her mother because Breha —having had pulmonodes since before Leia was born and often wearing dresses with low necklines as per Alderaan costume— had a visible glow within her chest that Leia believed to be a bouquet of candlewicks. To her, those flowers represent her mother and their bond. Breha knew this and on Leia's birthdays, they would both go to the royal gardens and planted a new candlewick plant.

Luke Skywalker

Lukw is forever baffled by the concept of house plants. Just, the fact that people choose to have and tend to plants that serve no purpose other than looking pretty– and not even all year! it completely blew his mind the first few times he was presented with it. He has a hard time figuring out how much water is enough for a plant, usually ends up overwatering them. But he LOVES making plants grow with the force. He's done that for Leia multiple times.

Maulkiller

Maulkiller is allergic to pollen. Having spent most of his life in a laboratory in Kamino with the closest plant being light years away, he was never exposed to them and so, he's allergic to most flowers due to the pollen. It's not a deadly allergy, but it's not fun.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan can't keep a plant alive to save his life. Qui-Gon, on the other hand, had one hell of a green thumb. But no matter how hard he tried to get Obi-Wan into the routine of watering, fertilizing, clipping and just overall tending to the plants, it never stuck. Obi-Wan would often forget to water them for weeks at a time and only remember sporadically when he noticed the dirt was looking cracked-dry or the plant would start to shrivel up. He ended up almost killing a couple of Qui-Gon's plants (only didn't because Qui-Gon took over) and he still feels bad about it. But he just, couldn't really make himself care for the plants. After all, he grew up in Coruscant where very few people give a damn about flora.

[adventuringblind]

"I Will Always Find You"

Pairing: Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: Reader and Cal are bonded by the force. Too bad the coucil can't see past her empathic abilities.

Request: No :( but requests are open! especially for this boi.

Warnings: kinda angsty and sad but also fluffy, mean Jedi council.

Author notes: Third person POV and no use of Y/N. Kinda a force mate thing because I love the concept of that. Does anyone else think that they need to embrace some emotions and be people? Idk I feel like peace keepers need to be able to empathize.

Word count: 1,416

Cal Kestis was one of the most caring Jedi she'd ever met. Growing up in the temple, she had been taught that all Jedi were supposed to be kind and gentle. Yet for her, that wasn't the case.

Blessed by the force with gifts the Jedi had not seen in years. Ones they believed could only lead down a dark path.

Emotions are a sensitive topic amongst the Jedi.

First they tried to force it down insides of her. Then attempted purging it from her memory. When they realized it was only growing stronger, the held her in a cell. Punished for something she can't control.

Having trained another who is strong in the force, Master Obi-wan Kenobi did his best to help her understand her powers. To guide her into becoming a strong Jedi knight. He was the first kind Jedi She'd ever met.

After finally showing enough improvment the coucil let her roam the temple. That's when she met him. More like he ran into her.

Somthing happened upon contact. A warmth like no other settled on her mind as she basked in his boyish glee over whatever he was running too or from.

"I'm so sorry!" he had all but shouted. An awkward tint forming on his cheeks.

Not having much contact with peers her age left her clueless as to what comes next. So she settled for smiling and nodding.

A spark formed that day. One neither of them could put out no matter how much they tried. They always found themselves seeking eachother out. Even learning to communicate through the force.

It didn't matter how good at hiding she had become. Years of practice evading her elders and yet he knew where she was.

"I will always find you." That was the first time she'd heard those words. Though at the the time she believed them to be arrogance over winning another game of hide and seek.

She would always know what he was feeling regardless of the distance. He always knew what she was thinking.

There were no secrets between them, no hidden skeletons. Yet he loved her regardless.

He wanted to fight for her. Get the coucil to see her side of things. Begged and pleaded with his master to get them to see her as he does.

Eventually his persistence payed off and he was granted an audience.

The two stood in front of the coucil and pleaded her case. Even with Master Kenobi on their side, it was no use. The Master Jedis in the room could feel the bond between the two padawaans standing before them.

The force flowing between the two, connecting them with invisible strings of fate.

The two of of them could become hazards to themselves and eachother. So they did the only logical thing and forced the two apart. Claiming that she was a danger to Cal and he should not be anywhere near her.

They screamed for eachother. Souls longing for the connection the two shared. A bond that couldn't be broken no matter how hard the coucil tried.

Neither of them understood at the time. Their Masters doing their best to comfort the young children. Both of them feeling a hint of resentment for the coucils decision.

Then she was alone again. Her Master and her best friend ripped away from her by war.

Confined to her room, nothing to do but listen to lectures about why her powers are a danger. How she needs to resist the dark side.

Everytime they felt her connecting to Cal through the force, they berated you. Words of hurt leaving their lips. Words claiming she would cause Cal to fall and having attachments is not the way of the Jedi. How she could never be a Jedi if she continues like this. It stung but she believed them.

She tried to break to bond between them. Spent hours meditating; researching a cure to the invisible line.

All she could find was how they would be better by eachothers side. The force wanted them together for a reason and regardless of what anyone said, she trusted the force to guide her back to him.

She knew they were trying to protect her and Cal. Their fear of the unknown hurting her more then helping.

She felt their uneasiness everytime they came close to her. Dread when she practiced her force abilities.

She knew when they were lying. She even perceived what Master Skywalker's intentions were. The look fear and anger radiating through the force around him made her want to vomit.

She tried to tell them. Tried to get then to run. But her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Irrational. Incompetent. Crazy. Falling for the seduction of the Darkside.

All things said to her that day.

And then it happened.

His rampage on the temple. The genocide of the Jedi.

She'd spoke to Cal earlier. Confessed her fears to him. The words he'd spoken the only comfort she had.

"I will always find you."

She hadn't had time to tell him what was happening. All thoughts now focused on the menacing figure in front of her.

She reached her had out to him. A feeble attempt to sooth his aching soul. It worked just enough to bye her some time to escape. Running to any available transport of the planet.

The encounter had left her exhausted. His strong emotions taking their toll on her mentality.

She felt terrible stealing from the dead, but a lightsaber would be helpful haven the circumstances. So she grabbed the blade off one of the fallen. Running away with the Saber clutched in her grip.

The grief hanging in the air overwhelming enough to make her stumble.

Soon she found transport off world. Stealing to get the credits she needed for the passage.

Cal reached out to her through their bond once more. Saying he was okay but his master has died. Updating her on where he was and what had happened with the clones.

They decided they needed to suppress their bond as much as possible. And force user, whether light or dark, would sense their connection within a ten foot radius. And right now they needed to stay hidden. Try to survive the nightmare.

Occasionally one would reach out to the other. Soothing eachothers aching souls. Reminding eachother they were still alive.

"I will always find you." The words echoed in her mind like a lullaby. Chasing her into restless sleep.

She had found a home on a the swampy planet of Bogano. The force led her here. The reason currently unknow to her but the force hadn't led her astray yet.

Though somtimes the venomous words of the Jedi coucil screamed at her.

"You will bring chaos."

Had this all been her fault? Had she unknowingly changed Master Skywalkers emotions that day? Played with things she could not understand fully?

Tears stream down her face as she recalls the horrible images of what transpired that night. The lifeless bodies littering the ground. The smell of death lingering in every corridor.

She did her best to conceal those feelings. Spending her days training with her new sword. Repeating the stances of those she'd seen others do while sparing.

And then one day five years later a ship arrived.

The invisible strings attaching her to Cal pulled her in the direction of the craft. His force signature growing nearer with each heavy step she took. Her breath faltering as she sprinted through the muddy terrain.

The force wavered and flowed and her emotions ran high. Raging like and untamed ocean. Powerful and overwhelming.

She slowed as she approached the craft. The door opening to reveal him.

He had grown taller. His hair an unruly red mop. But his green eyes and freckles are exactly the same as she remebered.

Tears sprang from her eyes. His relief flooding over her. Her joy spreading through him.

They ran to eachother. Letting the force pull them together until the were finally embracing each other. Cal's hands press against the back of he head and her lower back, pulling her closer to him.

They bask in the feeling of togetherness. The force flowing around them in a symphony of completion. They were once again joined as they should have been all along.

Cal leans back to look at her. Hands now cupping either side of her face. His eyes study her before leaning down to press her forehead against hers.

"I will always find you."

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[kingdomhate]

First Glance (Part Eight)

Nothing so far had been easy for you, training to take the trials, dealing with the many eyes that starred you down whenever you entered a room, the stress what becoming too much. You had to work to earn back the trust you apparently so viciously ripped away from the entire Jedi Order.

And what did that mean? Stop socializing with Anakin. As Windu put it, Anakin is "In need of his Jedi trainings", whatever that meant. So as difficult as the challenge lay ahead, you had to continue being loyal and trustworthy to the Order, Republic and yourself, to become a successful Jedi. Easier said than done. But, Anakin? He was, in simple terms devastated by not being able to speak or see you anymore. On the rare occasions he did, there was always someone there to stop him from acting out and charging at you to pull you into a well-deserved hug.

That said, you could imagine the look on Anakin's face as he realized you were in this meeting with him. He could sneak glances and possibly even think about you in a way that did not seem too painful. "Anakin, this meeting is to discuss how we will be reacting to the movement in which the Separatists have made, as well as Senator Amidala's move to assist us." Obi-Wan informs his eager padawan, Anakin nods at his words, knowing he will be gazing at you the entire time as if you were hypnotic. "I understand, Master." Anakin reassures his Master emptily. Obi-Wan nods and leads the pair inside. In the Temple, there are multiple standard Council chairs and a table in the center of the room, on which is displaying the map of the Galactic Republic.

"Ah, Master Kenobi and young Skywalker. If you'd take a seat." Advises Ki-Adi-Mundi. Nodding, Obi-Wan and Anakin take seats directly beside one another. A moment later, you and your Master, Windu arrive, Yoda glances at you before glaring at Anakin, as if warning the two of you to be on your best behavior. As everyone is seated, Plo Koon wastes no time starting the meeting. "What shall we make of this move by the newly formed Separatist Droid Army?" "Well, our best course of action is to endorse and welcome Senator Amidala's attempts at help, correct?" Chimes in Kit Fisto. "No. We are Jedi, the keepers of peace in the galaxy, we should be able to round up armies that have fought with us before and stand our ground as the protectors of the galaxy." Replies Ki-Adi-Mundi firmly.

As this is said, the rest of the Council decide to interject to share their own opinions, of course this is a lengthy process in itself that requires heavy listening. You, sitting up and actively listening to what is being said and taking it into consideration in your own head decide to speak up. "Isn't it possible that we can use the clones Master Kenobi came across on Kamino?" All of the Masters paused and began murmuring amongst their neighbors what they think. Sitting back in your chair, you wait for them to arrive at a clear conclusion, and scanning the room for agreeance, your eyes meet Anakin's. He was gazing at you the entire time. Anakin's blue eyes, as ocean like as ever act as a mirror in which you could always see what he thought of you while looking at yourself, most oftenly you find yourself slipping into the vast sea of the crystal blue eyes that are Anakin's. He flashes you a toothy and gleeful smile, and as quick as the moment was in reality, was how quick you looked away.

You loathed the fact you couldn't speak, look or be alone with him, but you loathed how you were throwing away those many years of discipline for a simple fellow padawan. Sure you guys are friends, close ones at that, but what has been constantly drilled into your head since you started as a padawan at age eight? Never form attachments. And here you are, going off to different planets with this boy, this padawan, what does that say about you? That either you were forgetting everything at the blink of an eye because of someone who showed you attention or that you weren't listening to anything that has been taught to you.

Seeing you dart your gaze away from him, it hurt Anakin but also made him feel like an idiot. Ever since just a few weeks ago when you both came back from your adventures in Tatooine, Anakin has thought of you constantly, day and night. The feeling of slowly and surely but oh so madly attaching to you, it made him feel exhilarated because now he had something worth fighting for, something without a price tag. To him, you were worth more than any gemstone or precious metal, you had never ending beauty and never ending value to him. Never has he ever felt so good in his life. But being away from you, it felt like constant torture and agony, as if someone were endlessly stabbing or burning him. A feeling he never wanted to feel.

The meeting ended in your favor, as the Council had agreed to use the clone army on Kamino as their own against the Separatists. Walking out with your master, you caught a glimpse of Obi-Wan and Anakin talking, from the looks of it, Obi-Wan was speaking in a serious manner, probably scolding Anakin because of his (obvious) staring at you the entire meeting.

That same night, you found yourself restless but, tired because of the sheer amount of the ridiculous amounts of training in which you had to undergo, but restless because Anakin kept invading your mind as if he owned it. With a heavy groan, you flip onto your side in your bed, eyes darting around the room in an attempt to make them droopy and even more exhausted and you find yourself focusing on the figure of Anakin in your window, half illuminated in the twilight and dark. "Y\N..."

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Note: This was supposed to come out yesterday, but I was too busy with my studies, sorry. Part nine out sometime tomorrow.