#rip in peace obi

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday

this fic WILL get finished in january, both hands to god this time

But the coughing fits are not getting better, despite Anakin’s love, and it doesn’t make any sort of sense at all. 

Anakin, who has never known when or how to leave things be, thinks this means that something is wrong and he thinks that this means that there is a solution. Obi-Wan thinks differently. That there is something wrong, and that this is the way it will continue to be. 

The love he had for Anakin has always been of the hopeless variety. Perhaps—for a brief moment, right at the confession, right at the brink of his death, in the moment of their first kiss—there had been a flash of hope of a new and addictive kind.

But the coughing fits are not getting better, and even if they are not getting worse, the human body is not made to weather a garden growing in its lungs. 

Obi-Wan’s love has always been of the hopeless variety. He knew, as he fell into it, that Anakin was married. That nothing would come of it. That there was nothing to be done anyway but love him despite the ache it gave him in his chest, the flowers that eventually grew from it.

The hopelessness of this love is something he has resigned himself to, something that Anakin doesn’t seem to understand yet. He thinks there will be a solution, a fix, a bug in the code that he can work through given enough hours and motivation.

Obi-Wan would rather enjoy the gift of the time he has. Enjoy the feeling of kissing Anakin in the privacy of their quarters, map out every part of him that he never thought he’d be able to discover. Why waste time on hope? The cure has already been administered, and it has failed to do more than forestall the inevitable. 

Surprisingly, there is peace in that. Tentative joy as well, that he can wake in the middle of the night and turn in Anakin’s arms, watch the flickers of sleep and moonlight play over his face. If he knew that it was not ripping deep clawmarks into Anakin, to watch him suffer, to wtch him die, then Obi-Wan would even admit to feeling contentment. Having Anakin as he does now is more than he ever thought he’d get. More than he ever hoped for.

[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.

...

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

...

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..."

[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.

[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*

[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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[palfriendpatine66]

i am 👀looking👀 at tooka and here comes the bride

Thank you for the ask!! Especially about these that I haven’t thought about in a while!!!

Tooka au is a gen fic actually titled Gesi Means Peace. In it young padawan Anakin finds a tooka cat, and he learns an important lesson about letting go. Not so spoiler alert: the cat dies. The fic goes back and forth in time of the memory of Obi-Wan guiding young Anakin through the loss as AotC Anakin discovers his mother in the Tusken camp on Tatooine. Also not so spoiler alert: angsty fic with the right ending. I was halfway though writing this when my cat went missing (RIP) so put it on pause but it might be time to come back to it soon. I’m really, really excited for it.

Here Comes The Groom (I think I typed bride but it’s supposed to be groom) only has one scene written but will be great and fun if it comes back into being. Obi-Wan is the best best man, an expert at weddings for someone who has never been the groom himself. Anakin works with a catering company and gets to know him over many many events. Things heat up at the wedding of a mutual friend - Anakin’s ex, Padme.

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hiya! ive been reading ur work and i gotta say im in love wtf it made my Obi phase worst in a good way 💀

I was wondering if you could do like i guess a cottage core ish theme where you lead Obi to a little tree you hang out in to just escape and then uhm *cough* you braid obi's hair and *cough* put lil flowers in it

IM LITERALLY BLUSHING AT THE THOUGHTABDJDJDJ

Hi! Thank you for the request and sorry for the delay

But here you go!

Put a bit of a magical spin to it haha, hope you like it 💖

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Faerie prince

You were weaving handles for your picnic basket when you caught a glimpse of a blue satin handkerchief. A gift from long ago, a promise that was forgotten but you kept in anyway, because it reminded you of a person who had disappeared too. A man who once visited this planet so rare that the inhabitants here believed him to be a creature of the woods, a magical being that the world around listened to him. His hair so golden that it was sure to have been strings of sunlight, eyes so blue like the gift he had given you, that every time you touched it, you remembered how soft his lips were.

But that was then, a chance encounter with the mystery that haunted these woods, the very same that was now your home. You had met him a few times or maybe he revealed himself to you, you weren’t sure. But there was this gentle peace that enveloped you when you were out berry picking by the old willow tree. You had read about how faeries lived in places like these, hidden to the naked eye, so when you heard the snap of twig, you turned, hoping it would be a deer or a nymph but it was him. You stayed still, watching him as he made his way towards you.

His hair long enough that it touched his soulders but it was his smile that you could never forget.

“Are those for your famous jams?”, he asked and your brows furrowed.

“The ones that grow by the tree are sweeter.”, you mumbled when a question formed in your mind.

“You know me?”, you asked to which he laughed. The sound reverbing through the forest as though he were it’s rightful ruler.

“Of course. I often buy from the market.”, he shrugged his shoulders and it only ripped away your fantasy. He was just another ordinary inhabitant whose reclusive nature turned him into a folklore.

“So you’re not a faerie prince?”, you asked again. Just to be sure. To which his expression turned quizzical.

“I don’t think so.”, he gave you a playful frown.

“Oh.”, you settled into the grass as he joined you.

There began this friendship. Where everyday you would meet under the willow tree to exchange jams, home baked cookies and books. He would sing songs on his little harp that he carried, his voice so angelic that you could not quite believe that he wasn’t a mystical being. But just as he had appeared, he vanished from your life. The willow tree sat alone and flowers never bloomed, so you stopped visiting.

But today, your batch of jam you were preparing for the moon festival needed those berries by the tree. You threw on your hood and picked up your basket. The directions to this place was a little hazy but if let to walk in your sleep, you could always find the spot with your eyes closed. The path that had been well worn was now covered with ivy. But as you emerged through the thicket, the willow tree was there. Larger than before, it’s leaves lush and thick as it drooped down. But the scene around you was different to what you had thought would have been. The flowers were in full bloom, the grass green and soft. This place had come alive. And as you stood in awe, the sound of a little girl’s laugh broke through the silence.

“Obi wan, look.”, she exclaimed.

When you turned towards the source of this squeal, you saw a girl dressed in a linen dress with her hair put up into two buns on either side of her head. But behind her stood a gentleman, whose features you can never forget. His eyes found yours and his lips parted, almost as if he was about to whisper your name. But your empty basket hit the forest floor as you ran towards him. Throwing your arms wide, enveloping him in a hug.

“You came back.”, that’s all you could say as your fingers dug into the back of his head. His hold tightened around you.

“I told you I would.”, his breath was warm in the crook of your neck and there was that peace again.

So as he helped with picking berries, he shared his reasons for leaving, he had been called back to work in the Republic and that now he had to care for his niece, Leia, while her parents were busy in the Senate. You listened to him, feeling a little silly, remembering your theories and daydreams believing he was made of magic.

He said your name and you felt a tug in your heart, as though he had said a command. Your hands half way over the opening of your basket.

“You never reveal your true name to a fairy.”, he smiled and your cheeks burned.

“Spells are very easy to cast you know.”, he traced his finger down your cheek.

"Some make you fall in love.", he whispered and it was a new high.

“You said you were human.”, you retorted, your eyes hooded.

“Did I?”, he teased, his eyes turning darker as he edged closer, his niece far away playing with the butterflies.

Your hands abandoned the task at hand as though your actions were summoned. Your palms dug into his beard and he hummed, the sound intoxicating you.

“You never said goodbye.”, you leaned in.

“I never wanted to.”, he said softly.

His eyes falling to your lips as you did the same but his niece ran towards you with wild flowers in her hand so thrilled with her find, but the moment between you had passed.

“My mother used to place these in our hair back home.”, she said and an idea flashed.

“What do you say we give your uncle a makeover?”, you took the flowers from her hand as she approved of your idea with excitement.

“What are you girls up to?”, Obiwan looked between the two of you.

So you settled on a low hanging branch of the willow tree as he sat between your knees. Your fingers working with practiced flair as you braided his hair. Then placed the wildflowers around his head like a victor’s wreath. His cornflower eyes found yours as he tilted his head up leaning into your lap.

You pat his shoulder and he gets up, Leia approved of your work.

“You look like a faerie.”, she exclaimed and you hid your smile.

“I’ve been told before.”, he remarked, which was for you.

But before you could slip away, he caught your hand so you wouldn’t escape. He encased you within his arms, as you fought a laugh.

His gaze was filled with longing, that he had missed your presence and you wanted to tell him you did too.

“Kiss her, uncle.”, Leia exclaimed and you froze.

“You told me you would kiss the willow tree pixie, if you found her.”,

“This is her, is it not?”, Leia questioned but his gaze was fixed on you.

“This is her.”, he whispered as he braced the back of your neck and in a second his lips were on yours. The warmth, the softness, all the same, your body slumped into his hold as your eyes fluttered to a close.

The legends were real, there had once been a faerie prince who ruled these woods, the very same you had fallen in love with.

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Your feet kept hitting the metal legs of the man behind as you kicked them around. The thick arm around your throat and the maliciously glowing lightsaber held across your body were the only things keeping your master from attacking. Master Obi-Wan was a brilliant fighter but Maul had him frozen in place with your capture. You knew he wouldn’t risk you — and there was currently no way to get you out of danger before Maul ripped you apart.

It had been a surprise attack on your mission that had caught both of you off guard. It was supposed to just be a simple diplomatic mission — two warring tribes had decided to seek peace but they wanted a third party to officiate it. Master Obi-Wan and you had been chosen to go.

You had aced your diplomat classes in the Temple and you had confided in your Master that was what you wanted to do as a Knight. He had been more than happy to help you in your dreams and had asked the council for a small mission that you could lead. The fact that the two tribes had declared peace for themselves was the deciding decision for assigning you to this specific planet — they might be willing to overlook your small mistakes and your hesitancy because they were willing to look together towards a better future.

And it worked, everything coming together brilliantly. You had felt confident when you woke up on your last morning there, having led the peace talks to a successful conclusion. Then your ship had been attacked as you started to lift-off, Maul Force pulling you from the front of the ship and yelling out for your master.

Aside from holding you in place, the arm around your throat was also restricting your breathing. The panic that was growing within you was keeping you from being able to focus on the conversation that Master Obi-Wan and Maul were having. Their voices were just a soothing buzz in the back of your mind as you slowly began to gasp for breath.

Black was starting to edge into your vision when you heard R2D2’s scream and a small smile started to grow on your lips. Even as you fell into unconsciousness, you felt hope. The Hero Without Fear had arrived and together with The Negotiator, there wasn't anything that they couldn’t do.

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A/N — any blank blogs that follow me are going to be reported then blocked. Pick a different profile pic and get a witty header or something.

[renlyslittlerose]

Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

I was tagged by @apfelhalm! Thanks, peach~ ✨

I wasn’t sure if this was the last ten fics I’ve written and posted, or just written so. We’re gonna do just written. Some of these are WIP’s!

Vamp Fic (Obikin - WIP)

Ritual.

It was an intrinsic thing to many, rituals. Some tricky and complex: rituals performed for gods that required sacrifice of blood and bile, autonomy and freedom of thought. Others were painstakingly written down by hand under candlelight, ritualistic texts created to teach supplicants the important tenets of their faith while the voice of their worship whispers demands in the ears of its priests. Others still more detailed, more demanding, more potent in its effect to convince those carrying out the rituals that it all meant something.

Second Collab with @unspuncreature (Obikin)

‘It’s a simple mission, and if we stick to the plan, it’ll all go well.’

Obi-Wan didn’t believe in jinxes or curses or bad luck. When he said something, it wasn’t as if he was manifesting it out into the universe, giving it form and purpose, making it into a reality. Words were words, holding no power save for over people who took value in them - the force didn’t care, the universe certainly didn’t. But people…

Obi-Wan felt Anakin’s annoyance as soon as he’d spoken the words, a little spike of displeasure coursing through their bond. Obi-Wan ignored his glower and instead stared at the holo-map, memorizing the position of troops in relation to the enemy forces. It was a simple enough mission down on some rocky mining planet that Obi-Wan had only just heard of when they’d received the reports. While there were no civilians on the planet, it was a hub for extracting baradium bisulfate, a highly explosive material that, in the wrong hands, could cause irreparable damage.

The wrong hands being the Separatists, and the irreparable damage being massive holes in the sides of their drop ships.

Smutty Oneshot for @dininginspace (Obikin)

Anakin despised meditation retreats.

They were supposed to quiet the mind and rest the soul, reorient a Jedi to the kinder aspects of the force - peace, tranquility, unity with oneself and the life energies around them. But for Anakin they were exercises in madness; an excuse for his mind to rip and tear and pull away at his thin resolve until he was left with nothing more than a gaping wound he couldn’t help but pick. He chaffed under the expectation to relax, resented in in fact, like it was the Jedi Council’s attempts to show him that he wasn’t a proper Jedi because he couldn’t just shut it all off. Ahsoka had once tried to tell him these shore leaves were meant to be a gift from the Council but he knew they weren’t; they couldn’t possibly be, when they left him feeling so tied up, knotted, and twisted.

Ain’t No Mountain (Obikin / Camping AU / Written for Rag~)

Obi-Wan stared down at the mess of papers strewn about his desk, electric light humming away next to him, tea long drunk and dinner neglected and cold as it sat congealing next to his finished piles of marked papers. Blinking away the spots in his eyes he sat back in his chair and rubbed them with his thumb and forefinger, pinching the bridge of his nose as exhaustion finally crept into him - stripping away what little resolve he had left to finish his grading and go to bed.

He had no idea when his work had changed from passion to a chore - when entering the classroom had become a task he took on with relish to one he dreaded. He could see it in the eyes of his students, deadened and glassy as they listened to his lecture, one he’d prepared years ago when he still felt inspired; still felt like it was all worth it. Years ago it had taken him months in the semester to reach the stage of exhaustion he was currently feeling, eyes red-rimmed and unfocused, hand cramping from hours worth of grading, throat dry from lack of use. Now it was only a few weeks before it crept in.

Apathy.

Weight Keepin’ Me Down (Obikin / Shameless Smut)

“Anakin, do you have time to go over your report on—”

The scent of rose hip oil and cardamom invaded Obi-Wan’s senses, deep and rich and heady. He glanced up from his report to see the door to Anakin’s fresher wide open, steam pouring out of it in waves, little droplets of water clinging to the windows that looked out on to one of the meditation gardens at the temple. Squinting, Obi-Wan could see Anakin’s shape in the mist, long limbs shrouded by shadows, his mechno-hand flashing beneath the lights.

He turned when he saw Obi-Wan and grinned, bright and freeing, before stepping out into the room.

“Sorry, just freshening up,” he said as he tossed his towel on to the edge of his bed.

A towel that he really should have been wearing.

Moonlight Serenade (Obikin / WW2 AU)

The clack of typewriters and the click of heels against old wooden floors resounded about the small space, cigarette smoke cloying and thick as it draped itself across the rows of men as they sat on wooden benches. Most were young, most were nervous, some sat ramrod and to attention while others curled in on themselves, their knees bouncing, skin pale, eyes downcast as they avoided their reality.

Posters with glossy images spilled across the walls, inspiring depictions of glory and adventure in vibrant colours and quick turns of phrase - beguiling despite everyone knowing they were lying. Triumph was for the select few; death was for the common man. And yet no one left their bench - no one ducked out of the small space, despite the doors being unlocked and unguarded.

Shame kept most rooted to their seat, others their sense of duty. Glory-mongers made up the rest.

 Persimmons and Sandalwood (Obikin / Professor Obi-Wan and Student Anakin AU)

Regret.

It was a poisonous portion of the human mind. Slippery like oil, cloying and sickening, chewing on the mind and the gut before ripping it into ribbons.  

No matter the reasons for it - good or bad, righteous or selfish - regret found its way inside a person, locking upon the mind and holding. It was a constant stinging sensation that struck deep within for hour after hour, day after day, year after year. The memory of the event - the actions taken and the subsequent pain that followed - would come and go, receding for years until you were woken from comfortable ignorance and reminded of it all over again, like a scab that wouldn’t improve, scratched open, picked and pulled, never healed. Never completely. Never fully.

The Face of Antiquity (Obikin / Artist Obi-Wan and Muse Anakin AU)

‘Eventually your muse will abandon you; that little spark that keeps you motivated, guides your brush and fills you with the inescapable need to create. One day you’ll wake up and you’ll realize that it’s gone. Fluttered away in the night leaving you bereft of warmth and security. The very the thing that cradled you, kept you warm, fed you and nourished your soul has left you. Abandoned you like a forgotten lover. It will come back, one day, without warning, but don’t expect the process to be quick. To be painless. The preceding days, months, even years will be anything but easy.’

Obi-Wan remembered Qui-Gon’s words the first day of classes, all bravado as he spoke to a captive audience in front of the room cluttered with easels and paint. Obi-Wan had thought he was being a tad dramatic, blinded by his own sense of accomplishment and youthful arrogance. Sure, artist block was a thing, he supposed, but it was a thing that happened to other people. It didn’t - and wouldn’t - happen to him.

But then it did.

Sacred to the Gods (Obikin)

A star. Burning bright and hot. An offering life and shelter, of growth and renewal.

A star. Power and ecstasy. An offering of death and rage, hungry lashes of untamed fury and madness.

A kaleidescope of beautiful contradictions, messy and consuming and impossible to look away from.  

Anakin Skywalker was a blinding star on the cusp of going supernova, threatening to drag everyone into his death spiral.

Mission Debrief (Obikin)

Mission debriefs were necessary parts of conducting a war. They were essential to the military - an important bit of introspection that could mean everything to any upcoming operation. Obi-Wan knew all of this, of course but that didn’t prevent them from being at their best, boring and mundane, and at worst, a good excuse to rip open barely healed scars as they went over all the ways in which they had failed.

Obi-Wan was used to them being all sorts of things: boring, emotional, time-consuming and, occasionally, amusing.

But he wasn’t used to them being so sexually charged.

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I tag: @ragnarlothcat, @kyberkenobi, @nuandia, @grapenehifics, @palfriendpatine66, @starsdies, @treescape, @pegthecatboy, @thedunesea (no pressure, of course!)