#yay blanket obi!

[wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart]

WIP Wednesday.

I have something to share, yay!

This is another snippet from Rain, the fluffy, smutty oneshot I'm working on.

After Obi-Wan and Anakin get stranded on an unknown rainy moon on the edge of the known galaxy, they finally get the holiday they need.

***

The rock-overhang Anakin had found turned out to be the entrance to a larger cave system and the deep opening provided great shelter from the pouring rain. It was even slightly elevated above the surrounding landscape so they didn't even risk it being flooded if it continued to rain.

It was the ideal place to set up camp, which Anakin hadn't failed to point out, as if it was his doing it existed.

After setting up a simple camp and hanging their soaked clothes to dry on some improvised drying racks made from branches and the climbing lines from their utility belts, Obi-Wan, barefoot and wearing only his still damp leggings, walked over to look at the cave wall, where some sort of pattern had caught his attention.

He ignited his lightsaber and held it up so he could better study the markings, its blue light glowing brightly in the semi-darkness. The rock was covered in some kind of geometric drawings, writing or images, though it was hard to tell which as they were blurred by erosion. But they seemed to have been created on purpose, revealing that at some point this place had been inhabited by sentient creative beings. Trying to suppress and ignore how the cool air caused goosebumps to spread across his bare skin, he stepped closer to the markings tracing a finger along a long curved line that formed a spiral.

Lost in thought, he didn't notice Anakin approaching and was startled when a leather clad mechanical hand came to rest on the back of his neck.

"What do you find?"

"It seems we are not the first to seek shelter here."

He asked in a low voice, as he leaned over Obi-Wan's shoulder to see what he was looking at, his naked chest pressing against Obi-Wan's back. For a moment, the Jedi master was unable to respond. Anakin radiated heat like he possessed an inner furnace and all he wanted was to lean into it.

Quickly gathering himself, he replied before his hesitation could turn suspicious.

He was fairly certain his voice didn’t reveal the effect Anakin's close proximity and half undressed state had on him.

Anakin rested his chin on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around him so he could pull him close, making a small involuntary moan escape him.

"Mhh, well that is most interesting, Master, but you're shivering and freezing." Anakin's breath was hot against his neck. "Come on, exploration can wait until later. You're no help if you get sick.”

“We have a few dry blankets we can share and I managed to get a fire going."

He pulled away and grabbed Obi-Wan's arm to lead him back towards the camp.

***

Knowing protesting would be futile Obi-Wan followed him, wondering if Anakin knew how he affected him, but he didn't think so. His shields were firmly in place and he had extensive practice in keeping certain emotions hidden so that not even Anakin would be able to sense them through their strong bond. His apprentice had always been more tactile, with no sense of personal space or boundaries, at least not when it came to his master. It was something Obi-Wan had been bewildered by at first and had struggled to get used to, but now he didn't want to be without, even when it made his heart flutter and a wave of unwanted heat run through him.

If anyone should be interested in bataing this for me, I would be most grateful.

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#5

10 Seconds Later

An Obiyuki Playlist

(For Obiyuki Week 2021 Day 7: Wheel of Fortune by @snowwhite-andtheknight​)

This playlist starts after the iconic “10 seconds” scene with Obi trying to decide if he should tell her his feelings or not, then transitions to songs where he decides it’s better if he doesn’t tell her or that he tells her and hopes their relationship stays the same. Still using a lot of Snow Patrol and Eisley songs, but I was finally able to include some of my other favorite bands like Jimmy Eat World and Anberlin too! (Chapter cover edit from @ansmangacaps, definitely one of my favorites!)

Open Your Eyes- Snow Patrol Momentum- The Hush Sound Let It Happen- Jimmy Eat World A Day Late- Anberlin Now Is Not The Time- Chvrches Autumn Love- Death Cab for Cutie I Wish- Eisley Love Isn’t a Game- Midnight Television If You’re Wondering- Eisley Peace- Taylor Swift

Summary lyrics are cited after the cut (and planning on posting individual lyric analyses separately, sometime after the week):

“All this feels strange and untrue, and I won't waste a minute without you. I want so much to open your eyes, cause I need you to look into mine. Tell me that you'll open your eyes… take my hand, knot your fingers through mine, and we'll walk from this dark room for the last time.”- Open Your Eyes, Snow Patrol

“You are the dark ocean bottom and I am the fast-sinking anchor, should I fall for you? You are the scar on my tissue that I show all of my new friends, should I show you me? All we need is a little bit of momentum, break down these walls that we've built around ourselves. All we need is a little bit of inertia, break down and tell. That you are the rain on the fire deep in the trees, when no one was looking, should I speak of this?”- Momentum, The Hush Sound

“I have a ringing in my head and no one to help me answer it, even with you close enough to kiss… thinking about it can’t help me let go.”- Let It Happen, Jimmy Eat World

“So let me get this straight, say now you love me all along? What makes you hesitate to tell me in words what you really feel? I can see it in your eyes you mean all of what you say, I remember so along ago saying I felt the same way. Only time will tell, could've been more but at least you're still my day late friend. Can't help but entertain this thought, thoughts of us together.”- A Day Late, Anberlin

“Warriors are both time and patience, but you and I are worlds apart. There is much that I still want to tell you, but now is not the time to speak of love.”- Now Is Not The Time, Chvrches

“If there's no beacon tonight to guide me, I'll finally break the shackles of direction and let the headlights lead me anywhere they wanna go, I feel at home now out on a bough. This autumn love is not enough.”- Autumn Love, Death Cab for Cutie

“I was carrying a deep hope for you, a little pack of fire, I watched you from afar, a blazing, blooming star. The tree of life is what you are. Oh I wish you felt this way… so tell me, do you fear this? Cause you're not sure what's required, and if I could, I'd just claim you.” - I Wish, Eisley

“Now I’m just playing for keeps the day I met you I fell in so deep. Love isn’t a game, no need keeping score, my heart’s not playing anymore. All in and always, well that’s me for sure. To think how I love while collecting our scars on our hearts and our minds, but win lose or draw I’m all in all time.”- Love Isn’t a Game, Midnight Television

“Cast about the night with your hands, and space the space inside of our heads, and when the fighting fighter inside with all the thrilling I hide. I was wanting you to show me, I was wondering all the time, but if the moon shines on you while you're sleeping, it will show you all that you're feeling inside. If you're wondering I know.”- If You’re Wondering, Eisley

“I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm… All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret. The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me. Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?”- Peace, Taylor Swift

19 notes • Posted 2021-09-25 14:37:58 GMT

#4

I’ll See You in the Spring

A Copeland Zenyuki Playlist

Week three @zenyuki-festival-2021 playlist! 

This image compiled by @ansmangacaps fits perfectly for this playlist! They are thinking about each other while he is on a grassy hillside and she is in falling snow with her winter Lyrias outfit.

I also worked on titles for this playlist for a while… and ended up on a title that sounds like a Fruits Basket episode. Most of the playlist focuses on Zen missing Shirayuki while she is Lyrias, waiting for the snow to melt and to see her again in the spring at Wistal, and ends on a positive note after making it through the long two years.

I was able to find all Copeland songs again for this playlist theme, using a few songs from the previous Zen flower themed playlist and adding more to fit with the weekly themes of distance and scars. (I was thinking about saving “Good Morning Fire Eater” and “Erase” for an Obi playlist, but the Copeland vibe fits much better for Zen. “On the Safest Ledge” will always be an Obi song though!)

She Changes Your Mind You Have My Attention To Be Happy Now Lavender Good Morning Fire Eater Not Allowed What Do I Know? By My Side Have I Always Loved You? Erase Thanks to You

Summary lyrics are cited after the cut (and individual lyric analyses will be posted separately!):

She Changes Your Mind- “She changes your mind when you see the joy in her eyes, it makes you feel. It was your "hello" that kept me hanging on every word and your "goodbye" that keeps me listening for your voice around each corner. It's the song you must seek out when your night has just begun in the distance you can find the lips from which was sung a melody.”

You Have My Attention- “Quiet now, your voice seems miles away, yet somehow, I hear your song resound a little bit softer each day and from my tired heart, a little bit farther away. While you sleep safely, I’ll be thinking about you.”

To Be Happy Now- “In the moments before time starts moving backward, I will feel her hand in the palm of mine and the cities will return to the field of flowers. When every fire we sparked was just another blinking out, they're glowing like an ember in the dark cause you just want to be happy now”

Lavender- “I kissed you on a lavender hillside in the sun, you're the one that I needed all along, but I can't feel you now. And in the corner of my heart I still hold you close, cause I can almost feel your waking eyes searching for mine, fighting all your tears. I never sleep cause I can't see into your night.”

Good Morning Fire Eater- “I'm afraid you've stopped to lick your wounds, and it always goes when you need it most, the kindest love is still bleeding from the last shot.”

Not Allowed- “Here we go, I'll smile for you now, cause you're sad but I'm not allowed to be sad. Here we go, I'll burn for you now cause you're mine.”

What Do I Know?- “It's brittle and it trembles as the wind is coming toward… But you're far away now and you've got troubles all your own. I'll be knocking 'cause you never left my head.”

By My Side- “I never fear to be more alone, I do now, I turn to see my faded tracks in the snow, I've come so far with no idea where to go and if I never fear to be more alone, I do now.”

Have I Always Loved You?- “Never mind their talking down the dreamers, our world is standing still… but see our castle will be high above their arrows.”

Erase- “Your armor I can never mold, feel it, hold your honor, bright as falling snow. Never know you’re waiting, listening to your heart. I'm still the shadows in your night, taking over, until I fade into your light. You won't erase me, so you just color me from grey. I can’t help this awful feeling that I can’t erase you.”

Thanks to You- “It's been a long two years, it's time to smile we've made it this far just like you said. I hope that you can see the strength that pulled us through is now passed on to me. This far from home, it doesn't feel as far when I know you're doing well. Distance is what you make it.”

20 notes • Posted 2021-06-03 13:20:54 GMT

#3

Out of the Wildness

An Obiyuki Playlist 

(For Obiyuki Week 2021 Day 6: The Tower by @snowwhite-andtheknight)

I used the reverse tarot theme analysis for this one to represent Obi’s scars and healing throughout the manga (especially in Volume 8) and his newfound home with everyone in Clarines and Lilias. (Especially when he returns to Shirayuki, see awesome posts from @bubblesthemonsterartist​ for more details!) The playlist title comes from the “love like wildness/kindness” analogy from “Heal Me” which perfectly represents their relationship.

Better Love- Eisley Dismantle.Repair.- Anberlin Defeatist- Eisley Home- Mae Heal Me (Reworked)- Snow Patrol The Cure- Mae Home- Jeff and Casey Lee Williams (RWBY Soundtrack)

Summary lyrics are cited after the cut (and planning on posting individual lyric analyses separately, sometime after the week):

“Why can’t I stop licking on my own wounds when I’ve found my place with you? Make me better, love, because I’ve finally found out you’re on my side… and if you’re my guide, I’m your guide. We’re gallant, we’re strong, we’re safe. You’re so brave, now I can brave myself.” -Better Love, Eisley

Four weeks felt like years, since your full attention was all mine. Change, only a matter of time, opinions, I will try and rewrite. If life had background music, playing your song, I've got to be honest, I tried to escape you, but the orchestra plays on. Things are gonna change now, for the better. Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through. Dismantle me down, repair, you dismantled me.”- Dismantle.Repair., Anberlin

“I may have faltered in my life, but not with you, I couldn't make this up. I've had trouble disengaging my heart, but I'll bite the grenade pin out. You know I want you, you know I will fight, down in the trenches, holding your hand tight. I will not make it out without you, I'll bite the bullet, I'll fall right through you.”- Defeatist, Eisley

“Now I've been sneaking out your back door, since I can't remember when and thinking about the world I didn't know and how I wanted in. But now I find I'm in the thick of it… Been running down any road but home. But I can see it in the symmetry, it's what was really always meant to be, the singularity is clearer from the distance, so I'd die here to fall in love with home. Believe in dreams and wait for signs, you will always find me when I run away, but I will not slow down until I make it back into your arms.”- Home, Mae

“I've been dancing in this fire for way to long, but I kinda like it, oh I like it cause it's more dangerous than me. Oh this is love like wildness… You call out my name like no one before, it sounds like I am called to a home that I never had. I wasn't looking for you, but I think maybe I was and didn't know.”- Heal Me, Snow Patrol

“I've grown so tired of running circles around myself in search of something new, only when I stood still I could see you were there and you were waiting for me to fall in love with you. With you near I feel like I'm invincible. All that I've wanted is standing in front of me, all that I'll need that's for sure. Once I was frail, now I have been repaired in all the lovely things you do.”- The Cure, Mae

“Let's just dream quietly of what might be, calm your fear I'll be near to you. Rest my friend, time can mend many things. I don't know the answers, tomorrow's still unknown, but I can make this promise you won't be alone. I don't know what path we will be shown, but I know that when I'm with you I'm at home. But even when we stumble, and someday when we fall, what I will remember that I had you through it all.”- Home, Jeff and Casey Lee Williams (RWBY Soundtrack)

22 notes • Posted 2021-09-24 14:02:58 GMT

#2

Memories Give Us Strength to Grow

A Zenyuki Playlist

First playlist for @zenyuki-festival-2021 ! I worked on titles for a while and finally found an early manga quote “the memory of this day will give me strength” and incorporated the flower/spring theme that I have been using for Zen playlists and the beginning/memory/strong weekly themes. The songs are mostly chronological starting with their early growing feelings, with a few songs from my original Shirayuki Feels Mix about their struggle with Izana, and then snow/winter to spring/summer themes about Lyrias that didn’t fit in the Copeland playlists. And Mae always has the most perfect ending songs 😊.

Patterns- Merriment Hide and Seek- Schematic (Dave Elkins of Mae) the lakes- Taylor Swift  ivy- Taylor Swift You Are Mine- Eisley Goodbye Palace- Perma (Sherri and Max of Eisley/Say Anything) Simple Words- Mae Unglued- Fair Summer- Anchor & Braille (Stephen Christian of Anberlin) A Melody, The Memory- Mae

Summary lyrics are cited after the cut (and also planning on posting individual lyric analyses separately):

Patterns- “Maybe you could be some part of what I need. Who knows what we'll become, can you see just where I'm coming from? I've braved the coldest storm… but I have got to believe in you.”

Hide and Seek- “I could tell by the way you were looking at me I was found… You are it and I'm on the run, I know I'll never be the same again, you see all I've ever wanted is to play hide and seek with only you.”

the lakes- “I want auroras and sad prose, I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet, cause I haven't moved in years and I want you right here. A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground.”

Ivy- “I’d meet you where the spirit meets the bones, in a faith forgotten land, in from the snow. I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland, my house of stone, your ivy grows and now I’m covered in you. Your opal eyes are all I wish to see… spring breaks loose, the time is near… dare to sit and watch what we’ll become.”

You Are Mine- “Now that we've grown you've shown me the best damn parts of myself and I, I've taught you to only use lavender. When I'm here and you're with me, we can't undo the grip on our hearts.”

Goodbye Palace- “I fall down without you, I’m loving the moon’s bright light illuminating the hollow we have built… You pick up the pieces of my life, this can’t break us, change can be so hard, the starry sky is all lit up.”

Simple Words- “I almost forgot about the game that we used to play when we had younger hearts. Do you remember then? And can you feel it now? It feels right in line with summer and winter nights cause they go a long way.”

Unglued- “This is the first thing I can remember I came unglued… speak to me now until I don't feel a thing until winter gives way to spring.”

Summer- “Winter reminds me of all the times that we shared… how I missed you, summer, the winter was cold but your memory kept me warm. Only you can melt the snow in this cold heart, seasons change but you know I loved you from the start.”

A Melody, The Memory- “I'm moved by the way all the notes in time make the melody. I know you're reminiscing through our romance. Night into day, we have been captured again, a new time and place to make a million new memories.”

22 notes • Posted 2021-05-20 14:02:11 GMT

#1

This cat is exactly blanket Obi vibes:

51 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 03:40:12 GMT

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can I request a fic about falling asleep in Obi-wan's arms?? you can add whatever details you want, thanks <3

Sleep Well

Summary : You and Obi-Wan watch the suns set together on Tatooine and you end up falling asleep...in his arms :) Warnings : none yay! Notes : it's been a while since i've written for star wars, but im still a huge simp. obi-wan my love <3

You and Obi-Wan had a neat routine while in hiding. You two would wake up at sunrise, enjoy some food then go to work. Obi-Wan worked as a meat cutter while you helped clean parts for a mechanic. Of course, you both used fake names. Then, once your work days were done, you'd both return home. You'd have dinner, check in on Luke then watch the suns set.

It was a simple and sweet routine. You'd always look forward to watching the suns set with Obi-Wan. It was a peaceful moment during days you were looking over your shoulder or watching over Anakin's son.

Tonight was no different. Obi-Wan had gotten home before you, so he made the two of you dinner. The two of you sat on the ledge outside your home as the suns began to sat.

You ate in silence, putting your bowls aside once you were finished. Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap as the suns got closer and closer to the horizon. Most nights you would talk about your days, but both of you were quiet.

It had been a long day for you. The mechanic you helped got a large shipment of pieces for you to clean, so you didn't have a break all day. Obi-Wan's arms were warm and comfy as he held you close. All the tiredness from the day caught up with you and your eyes slowly closed.

Obi-Wan heard your soft breaths and looked down to see you peacefully asleep in his arms. He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before picking you up. He stood and brought you inside your home, gently placing you on your shared bed.

He pulled a blanket over you, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "Sleep well, darling."

[the-last-kenobi]

If you’re still taking prompts: 22. “When you’re feeling better, I swear, we’ll talk this out.” Qui-Gon& Obi-Wan. You’re writing is so lovely btw!!

Yay, more prompts! And I do love this one. Thank you for choosing it!

CW: this one got rather dark. there are heavy implications of and references to attempted assault of a minor, child death, and other horrors of war.

From this various prompts list.

Requests are currently closed.

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They were three days out from Coruscant when the fever made a turn for the worse.

The Jinn/Kenobi team had been deployed to Calzec III to investigate the disappearance of an ambassador, an assignment that had led them down very dark paths into the minds and heart of a planetary society.

A mere two days into their investigation, Obi-Wan had vanished — kidnapped, it was quickly discovered, by the party responsible for the disappearance and murder of the ambassador.

Qui-Gon had assumed that the six days between Obi-Wan’s abduction and his recovery would be the worst of it.

That the growing dread inside him that had gnawed away at his concentration and serenity, the likelihood that he would not reach his apprentice in time, his fears that Obi-Wan was being hurt, would be the most difficult things to handle.

Or even the mingled relief and panic when he had finally found his sixteen-year-old Padawan bound and unconscious in a cellar with a floor half-flooded in dirty water — that after that, they had survived the worst.

He was mistaken.

Obi-Wan was ill when he was pulled out of that cellar. There was no one to trust and nowhere to flee except off-planet, and the the distance between Calzec III and the nearest medically advanced planet was no shorter than simply returning to Coruscant.

So he set a course for Coruscant and settled Obi-Wan in his bunk, stripping off the soiled clothing he had been wearing since his kidnapping and replacing them with a clean set of tunics.

The boy was exhausted, unfocused; his skin was clammy to the touch and he had brief periods where he seemed fully awake and mostly functional.

After the first day of hyperspace travel, they had settled into a routine. Qui-Gon kept to the cockpit, while Obi-Wan kept to his bunk and the fresher, trying to rest and to contain his illness. Qui-Gon knocked periodically on his door, reassuring himself that his apprentice was all right.

And that he was there, because working alone on a hostile planet without knowing anything of his Padawan’s wellbeing aside from being sure that he was in danger had been more of a trial than he was willing to admit, even to himself.

And then, on the third day, he knocked lightly on the door and received no reply.

“Obi-Wan?” he called.

He thought he heard an indistinct mumble. Qui-Gon chuckled, imagining the boy emerging from his blankets like an irritated loth-cat, rumpled and annoyed.

Then Obi-Wan screamed.

Qui-Gon’s mind conjured — for a split second — a new version of the image he had pictured in his mind for over a week — his Padawan, attacked in his sleep — drugged — dragged from his bed —

Then he blinked and the image vanished. Qui-Gon inhaled sharply and pressed on the entry pad, opening the door. He stepped inside the cramped cabin and was relieved to see the boy securely in his bed, the room completely absent of any impossible intruders. But Obi-Wan’s face was flushed with fever, and he was struggling beneath his blankets, thrashing as if he were actually being attacked.

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said firmly, shaking his shoulder. “Obi-Wan, wake up.”

The Padawan didn’t seem to register Qui-Gon’s presence at all. He struggled with his bedsheets, small whimpers escaping his lips as he fought.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon said more sharply. “Wake up now!”

Obi-Wan rolled onto his side and dry heaved, his eyes flying open. His Master dropped to his knees beside the bed, running a hand soothingly up and down the boy’s arm. “It’s all right,” he said. “You were dreaming.”

“C-C—” Obi-Wan choked.

“Shh,” Qui-Gon said again.

“Cerasi—”

Qui-Gon’s heart plummeted. Obi-Wan was not coherent, that was obvious.

The boy had not mentioned that name in over two years.

“Padawan, you must focus,” he said softly. “This is not Melida/Daan. We are on a ship, heading home.”

“Cerasi is…”

…dead…

“…gonna… kill you.” Obi-Wan’s words, and the sheer venom in them, shocked the Jedi Master. Obi-Wan was still struggling, but more slowly now, almost as if he didn’t realize he was doing so. His eyes flickered feverishly to the middle distance, seeing things that weren’t there.

“Padawan…” Qui-Gon said slowly.

“Let them go!” Obi-Wan shrieked suddenly. One arm came loose from the blankets and missed striking his Master by inches. “Let them go, they’re too young! Let them go let them go let them go!”

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon seized his Padawan by the shoulders.

Bloodshot blue eyes suddenly snapped directly onto Qui-Gon’s face, but instead of calming, Obi-Wan’s panic only increased. “Get off me!” He screamed, twisting, kicking, squirming away. “Don’t… don’t you touch me! Stop, stop, stop!” he was wailing now, utter despair twisting his face beyond recognition. “Please don’t!”

Qui-Gon released his Padawan as if burned. He pulled away sharply, horror rising in him, tasting bile.

I wasn’t — I wouldn’t —

It’s a fever dream —

A memory?

Qui-Gon tasted bile. “No,” he heard himself say aloud. “No.”

Obi-Wan had squirmed away, pressing himself flat against the wall the bed rested against, his body curling inwards — the last defense of the helpless, the frightened. The abused.

“I won’t,” he was saying frantically. “I won’t. Get out. Get out. They’re flying in the morning, they’re flying — Nield said — we tried to take the tank but — we lost too many — no. I tried! I did!”

Obi-Wan fell abruptly silent again, staring vaguely, his breaths coming in uneven little puffs. Sweat glistened on his brow, in his hair.

Qui-Gon wanted desperately to reach out and touch his shoulder, wipe his brow, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, terrified of causing another panicked outburst, of hearing —

I don’t know what happened on Melida/Daan.

“Trevor, Meola, Hanta, Chassi, come with me,” Obi-Wan said, still gazing vacantly. His voice, however, was firm. “We need to clear the streets. Gather up the bodies. Any pieces large enough to carry. Leave anything too small.”

I never asked him. I just assumed. He told me about the end of the war and Cerasi’s murder and I never thought to ask for more.

“Hanta?” Obi-Wan said. He coughed. Kept trying to talk even though he could barely breathe. “Hanta? Dammit… she’s gone. Infection. Infection. We’re out of medicine. We’re out. They can’t. I won’t go. They can’t they can’t. Get out.”

Obi-Wan dissolved into jumbled sentences, his eyes fluttering open and shut and open again, his cheeks blazing with fever.

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon whispered.

“Cerasi?”

“Obi-Wan.”

“I can ask,” Obi-Wan said, and he sounded very small, so uncertain, nothing like the slowly-more-confident but quiet Padawan who had accompanied him last week. “I could. But he’s not. He’s not. He left, he doesn’t — he doesn’t want me.”

Another chill swept through Qui-Gon. He held his breath, waiting for more, not wanting to hear it but needing to know.

“He left me, I’m not meant — he said I wasn’t meant to be — I’m not good enough for it, Cerasi,” Obi-Wan murmured. His eyes fell closed again. He almost seemed to be sleeping. “He was right about… right about me. I’m not. Not. I can ask. He might not… come back. For you. For you he might. He’s good. Not me. Not me.”

Qui-Gon dropped his head onto the bedsheets, his breath sharp and painful in his chest.

I never asked.

“Nield. I will ask. I’ll ask the Jedi I will, I will. I’m not one of them. For you. I’ll ask for you.”

We never talked about it.

“The little ones, Cerasi. I can watch them. I’ll watch them today. My fingers. The man, he broke my fingers in the alleyway. I’ll watch the little ones, little ones. It’s story time, Jilo. Shhh.”

I let everything that happened afterwards consume it. Consume me.

“Qui-Gon doesn’t want me,” Obi-Wan said, so, so softly, his tone perfectly reasonable. Calm. “My fault. I’m not. It’s okay. I’ll talk to them. It’s okay. I want to… I want to go home. He doesn’t want me. He doesn’t,” Obi-Wan’s voice cracked. “I want to go home.”

My Padawan.

With utmost care, Qui-Gon rose to his feet, feeling the floor sway beneath him as if he were at sea and not flying through hyperspace.

He went to the fresher and poured a glass of water and dampened a rag, carrying them both back to the beside. He set the glass on a table, and seated himself cautiously on the side of the bed, radiating as much calm as he could, trying to make his presence known through their training bond.

It must have worked, because Obi-Wan did not panic or flinch away from the person sitting beside him. Or perhaps he was simply too tired, delirious to the point of vacancy.

Qui-Gon reached out with one hand and gently pressed the boy back against his pillows, resting the cool cloth against his forehead once he had settled. He kept his hand there for awhile, and gently stroked the sweat-soaked hair with his thumb, watching the boy’s eyelids flicker as he began to doze, to dream.

With his other hand, Qui-Gon gently took one of Obi-Wan’s, holding it gently as if it were fragile, a treasure beyond price.

“Oh, my boy,” he whispered, and was not shocked to taste salt on his lips as he spoke. “Sleep now. When you wake, we will talk, I swear it. We’ll talk about everything. Anything you want.”

Obi-Wan continued to dream.

As he fell deeper into sleep, his fingers curled gently around Qui-Gon’s, and he did not let go.

fin.

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Yay Prompts! :D Congratulations again Katie! It was really hard to choose between them, but I decided on 12. “It reminded me of you.” for Obi-Wan and Anakin during the early years of their Padawan & Master time. (maybe with Obi-Wan bringing something back from a mission?) Thank you! <3

Ahhh thank you for the prompt! I love it! // from these prompts

So this is the spiritual sequel to this ficlet, but you don't need to read it to understand it. Here ya go!

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It is the middle of the night on Coruscant and Obi-Wan is wide awake.

For once, he is not being kept awake by his own thoughts or anxieties. This time around, Obi-Wan is awake because his ship has just landed in the temple hangar after returning from Alderaan where the time is currently mid-day. Obi-Wan’s body believes it is time to go get a mid-day meal, but he resists the urge. He knows he needs to get adjusted to Coruscant time sooner rather than later — especially with a rambunctious padawan on his hands.

Obi-Wan smiles at the thought of seeing Anakin. They’ve been apart for two weeks now, and while Anakin has gotten more used to Obi-Wan going on solo missions every now and then, he still didn’t like it. Whenever Obi-Wan returned from his missions alone, Anakin tended to act even clingier than normal for a few days. Not that Obi-Wan minded too much.

He missed Anakin too.

He hopes Anakin isn’t too angry with him. Obi-Wan was supposed to be back at the temple in the afternoon, but he had slept through his alarms on Alderaan — his body exhausted from two weeks of travel and negotiations and pretending like he enjoyed the company of the politicians around him. Still, he can’t help but feel a little bad about his tardiness.

A spring bounds itself to Obi-Wan’s steps and he rolls his eyes at his own energy. Of course the one time he’s well-rested, he’s adjusted to the wrong time zone. A group of nocturnal Jedi conversing together in the hallway stare at him as he passes them by. He offers them a wave and ignores their questioning stares.

Despite his unexpected energy, he is relieved when he gets to his apartment. While Obi-Wan loves to travel beyond the smog-saturated atmosphere of Coruscant, he is always most content within the walls of the temple.

Quietly, he waves open the front door and takes soft steps through the foyer. With a flick of his wrist, a lamp switches on, bathing the entire living room in a warm glow and revealing golden hair peeking out of a bundle of blankets.

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan questions in surprise. “What are you doing on the couch? It’s the middle of the night. Why aren’t you sleeping in your own room?”

Anakin blinks at him tiredly. The childish part of Obi-Wan that still remains can’t help but feel some sort of smug satisfaction at being the one to wake up Anakin for once. Normally, Anakin is the one hell-bent on keeping Obi-Wan awake. But the feeling does not last when he gets a closer look at his padawan. Flushed cheeks, unfocused gaze, sweat-soaked hair. Obi-Wan kneels down next to Anakin.

“Hey,” Obi-Wan says gently. “Are you feeling okay?”

Anakin shakes his head no.

Obi-Wan grimaces. “You should be resting in your room. What are you doing out here?”

“Waiting for you. You’re late.”

Guilt swells in Obi-Wan’s chest. He rests his hand on Anakin’s forehead and winces at the heat.

“That’s a pretty bad fever,” Obi-Wan murmurs more to himself than to Anakin. He moves his hand down to cup Anakin’s cheek and the boy leans into the touch. “I thought Master Plo was supposed to be checking on you twice a day?”

“He was. He came by this morning. I felt fine this morning.”

“And not this afternoon?”

“You were supposed to be here this afternoon,” Anakin states, blinking big puppy dog eyes up at him. The sticky feeling of guilt intensifies.

“Why didn’t you call for Master Plo? He would have come back and helped you.”

“I thought you were coming.”

“I know,” Obi-Wan sighs. “And I’m really sorry. But I’m here now okay? I can take care of you now.”

Anakin nods. “Okay.”

Obi-Wan gets up and starts rooting around the kitchen. “I should make you some soup. When was the last time you ate? I bet you haven’t eaten today. Oh Force we have nothing here. Okay, okay let me go find you something, and then we can—”

“Master,” Anakin says, cutting him off from his ramblings. “You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“The thing where you start thinking out loud.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan says sheepishly. “Well, have you eaten?”

“I ate this morning.”

“That was a long time ago,” Obi-Wan says. “I think.”

“Don’t care. Not hungry. Don’t feel good.”

“You might feel better with something in your stomach,” Obi-Wan suggests.

“Don’t think so. And isn’t it the middle of the night? No one eats in the middle of the night. It’s not a meal time.”

“Time is made up.”

“What?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head. Maybe now is not the best time to bring up his existential musings. “Nothing. Sorry. I’m still on Alderaan time. It’s throwing me off.”

Anakin narrows his eyes at him and shakes his head. “I don’t want any soup,” he declares.

Obi-Wan sighs. “Fine. But I’m making ginger tea and you will drink it.”

“Ugh,” Anakin grimaces. “I don’t like it.”

“I don’t care.”

Obi-Wan begins making the tea, his hands going through the motions on their own accord while his thoughts linger on Anakin. He was only a few hours late. Still. Guilt continues to coil around him like a snake. Obi-Wan can feel Anakin’s distress still clinging to his Force presence. He was probably scared and he was definitely disappointed. Obi-Wan frowns at the thought.

The high-pitched whistle from the kettle makes him shake those thoughts away. He brews the tea and returns to the couch to find Anakin half-asleep and shivering.

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs. “Let’s get you to your actual bed. It will be warmer there.”

Anakin nods but makes no move to get up.

“Come on, Padawan,” Obi-Wan says, setting the tea down on the side table. He pulls the blankets off of Anakin and he shivers even more.

Obi-Wan guides Anakin to his bedroom and he slides into bed. Obi-Wan starts to pull the blankets up over him, but the Anakin pulls them away on his own. “I can do it,” he says sharply.

“Oh, can you now?” Obi-Wan says with a raised eyebrow.

Anakin huffs in reply, already tangling himself up in the sheets.

“Are you still mad at me?” Obi-Wan asks.

Anakin gives a petulant nod and it takes everything in Obi-Wan to smother his laughter.

“That’s too bad. I got you something while I was gone.”

Anakin perks up slightly. “You got me something?”

“Mhmm,” Obi-Wan hums. “But since you’re so mad at me, I know you probably won’t want to accept any gifts from me, so I’ll just hold onto it.”

“Wait,” Anakin says, sitting up. “I’m not that mad.”

“Oh really?” Obi-Wan teases. “You can forgive me for all my transgressions?”

“Some of them,” Anakin says tentatively.

“I guess that will have to do for now, huh?” Obi-Wan says as he digs through his robe.

Anakin nods his assent and watches Obi-Wan with bright eyes.

“Do you remember a few weeks ago when you brought home that loth cat?”

Anakin perks up even more. “Did you get me a loth cat?��

Obi-Wan cringes. He probably shouldn’t have led with that. “Kind of,” he says.

Obi-Wan presents the stuffed loth cat he picked up on Alderaan to Anakin and the boy’s eyes light up.

“Thank you, Master!” Anakin says, giddy with excitement at the prospect of being given a gift. He probably hasn’t received too many gifts in his life, Obi-Wan thinks a little sadly.

“You’re most welcome, Anakin.”

“Why did you get this for me?” he asks, his eyes not leaving the stuffed animal.

“I don’t know,” Obi-Wan falters. “I saw it and it reminded me of you.”

Anakin pulls his eyes away from the loth cat to give Obi-Wan a disbelieving look. “Really?”

“Really.”

At that, Anakin jumps forward and throws his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck. Obi-Wan smiles at the reaction, but worry creeps back in when he can feel the heat still emanating from Anakin’s body.

“I’m glad you like it,” Obi-Wan says. “But I think this is enough excitement for one night. You need to get some sleep if you want that fever to go down.”

“I’m not tired.”

Obi-Wan sees the lie for what it is, but he indulges him anyway.

“Well then, why don’t you lay down, and maybe you’ll start to feel tired?”

“I don’t think I will, Master,” Anakin says, even as he starts to settle back into bed. He lets Obi-Wan pull the blankets over him this time. The stuffed loth cat is held tightly in his arms.

“Wait here then. I’ll go get you your tea.”

Anakin groans. “I don’t want it.”

“It will make you fall asleep,” Obi-Wan insists. He ignores Anakin’s protests as he ducks out of the room and finds his way back to the living room where he left the tea.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan groans to himself as he notices for the first time all the droid parts littering the floor and the coffee table. He takes a moment to straighten everything out before grabbing the mug of tea and heading back to Anakin’s room.

“Now, I know you don’t like it, but I promise it will—” Obi-Wan cuts himself off when his eyes land on the form of his Padawan. His breaths have evened out and his eyes are closed. The blankets are pulled up to his shoulders and the stuffed loth cat is nestled under his chin.

Obi-Wan stands in the doorway, smiling softly and sipping on lukewarm tea.

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ooooh yay prompts!! if you haven't already gotten it, maybe "try to eat" with obi & soka if you want?? (side note: I loved the latest chapter of filling the gaps!! little anakin & obi-wan cuddles to soothe the soul)

thank you!!! we all need some soul soothing these days so I’m happy you enjoyed it! (from these prompts)

“Master Kenobi?”

He shut his eyes and burrowed further down into his bed, as he had with every other visitor who had come by this week. He found it much easier to be invisible than to be polite.

But she wasn’t like his other visitors and he’d been dreading the day she’d stop by, knowing he’d be unable to deny her the moon and stars if that’s what she wanted.

“Master Obi-Wan...are you here?”

He heard her walking around the living room. And why shouldn’t she, when he’d always been so adamant about his open-door policy for her, should she ever need a place to study, sleep, or hide.

The footsteps stopped outside his door.

“I know you’re in there,” she said softly, right on the other side. “I can…sense you.”

He kept his eyes screwed shut. Invisible, invisible, invisible.

“Can I come in?” she asked. “If not…I understand. I’ll...leave if you want me to.”

She was giving him a choice? That wasn’t like the Ahsoka Tano he knew.

Or perhaps it was–because she’d become much more mature and empathetic than he often gave her credit for.

“Come in,” he said without consciously doing so. His own voice surprised him; he hadn’t used it in days. The door slid open.

“Hi,” she said, with a tiny smile.

Meeting her eyes was all he could offer in return.

“I brought some soup,” she said, holding up a small container and rattling it a bit. “I heard Master Che saying you were…that you were…sick. So I,” – she chewed on her lip, still hovering in the doorway – “I made you some.”

He watched her, silently, not trusting himself to not overwhelm her with whatever words decided to come out.

“I’m not much of a cook,” she admitted. “Anakin says I–well. He…I’m just…not good.” Her shoulders slumped a bit. “But you should…try to eat.”

It was more of a desperate question than a demand, which is why Obi-Wan felt so compelled to obey. He nodded.

Her eyes widened, like she was surprised he didn’t fight her. Maybe he should have. But he was tired of fighting.

She came and sat next to him on the bed, offering him a spoon.

“Thank you,” he managed.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her eyes staring at the blanket. She blinked rapidly like she’d said something she wasn’t supposed to. “About…the s-soup. That it’s not…very good.”

He found her hand and gave it a small squeeze.

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ooh i always love when you do prompts!! how about “that’s the fever talking, not you” for anakin and obi-wan??

ah, yay!! i’m glad you enjoy them!! thanks for the prompt!! // from these prompts 

Anakin couldn’t remember how many times he had taken Obi-Wan’s temperature. Probably more times than was advised, but he couldn’t help it, because each time Anakin checked, Obi-Wan’s fever seemed to creep a little higher, a little higher, a little higher, and the only thing Anakin could do was sit and watch.

Sit and watch and force down whatever water they had, try to find a way out of this hellhole of a base.

Anakin’s feet hurt from pacing the cell for so long—and for so many times. He knew every nook and cranny of this dank cell now, he was sure, and yet…

Obi-Wan’s deep, rattling coughs forced Anakin back on his knees.

“Hey,” Anakin said, helping Obi-Wan sit up. “Just breathe—”

It was a long time before Obi-Wan finished coughing. He swallowed, and even Anakin could see the pain flicker across his face before he looked up.

“Anakin…” Obi-Wan’s voice was so thin, reedy.

“Yeah,” Anakin said. “It’s me.”

His voice wobbled a bit at the end—he hadn’t meant it to, but it did, and Anakin hung his head. “We’re going to find a way out of here,” he said. “I swear.”

He started to stand back up, but Obi-Wan grabbed his arm.

It wasn’t a tight grab, not by any means, but it was enough for Anakin to stop.

“Just…stay here a little,” Obi-Wan said weakly, his eyes already closing. “I can’t…”

“We’re in the same cell, Obi-Wan,” Anakin said, but he sat back down.

“Know…” Obi-Wan opened his eyes again, tilting his head just the slightest towards Anakin. “Don’t want….in case….in case they take—”

“Now that’s just the fever talking, not you,” Anakin said. He brushed aside Obi-Wan’s sweaty hair. “No one’s taking me anywhere.”

Obi-Wan coughed again—more deeply, more painfully this time. Anakin wished more than anything for more water, or for a blanket, something to block out the chill in this room. Something to help Obi-Wan.

“But okay,” Anakin said when Obi-Wan finished. “I’ll stay here.”

Obi-Wan looked relieved. He nodded once, twice before closing his eyes again.

Anakin sighed. He felt Obi-Wan’s grip on his wrist loosen, but he didn’t pull away.

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When We Were Young- An Obitine Story- Chapter 8

Satine gave Mara a broach with the Kryze emblem on it, to fasten her blankets together. She told Parna not to let her brother sell it, no matter what.

“Of course, Your Grace,” the maid nodded, “I’ll make sure of it.”

Satine smiled sadly, “Thank you, Parna.” 

She watched from the window as the handoff took place, that was four children she’d brought into the world, four of them who were now all over the galaxy. Satine had a nagging feeling that this wasn’t right, but still, she couldn’t get rid of what Obi-Wan had given her. Despite herself and everything, she loved him, and she would till the day she died.

As Satine’s stomach began to flatten again, she noticed Khaami was taking extra breaks.

“Fesma, why-”

“Lord Eldar,” Fesma smiled, “things are getting serious now.”

Satine tried to smile, “How wonderful for her.”

“Yes,” Fesma agreed, willingly ignoring Satine’s reaction, “he seems a good sort.”

Within two months, Khaami and Lord Eldar were engaged, it was all the rage in the gossip channels. The day Satine found out, she was playing with Korkie in the garden and trying not to cry. He’d called her mom, and she told her own son to call her Auntie.

“Satine!”

When the Duchess saw her lady running towards her like a giddy girl, she picked up the two-year-old Korkie and stood.

“Khaami?”

“I’m engaged,” the lady held out her ring, “Warx proposed.”

“Oh, Khaami,” Satine kissed her friend’s cheeks, “how wonderful.”

“Yay, Lady Khaami.” Korkie clapped.

“Aw, thank you little one.” Khaami squeezed Korkie’s cheek.

Inside, Satine handed Korkie to his nurse, the woman who’d been with him since he was born, and joined to celebrate her lady’s wedding.

“I see you have marriage on the mind, Your Grace.”

The Duchess had never met the Countess Vizsla, but she looked so much like her son she knew him in a second.

“Countess.” Satine greeted.

“The court had hoped you’d take a husband soon, settle the line of succession, keep that nasty sister of yours away from the throne.”

Satine grew cold, “I suppose you’d like to see your son as Duke.”

“I’m not opposed to the idea.” grinned the Countess.

“Perhaps I shall never marry,” Satine suggested, “and be like Queen Mara.”

“The first female ruler of Mandalore had a bastard son.” reminded Countess Vizsla.

“Then like the ancient Elizabeth, then,” the Duchess smiled, “no husband or children.”

“How very lonely.” the Countess commented.

Satine brushed past the noblewoman, “Good day, Your Excellency.”

The Duchess did not enjoy the party, but she stayed for Khaami’s sake. Spending most of the time observing or quietly chatting to Fesma, Satine wasn’t surprised she didn’t. Unfortunately, Fesma seemed to be having a worse time than she was.

“Fesma?”

“My mother is ill,” the lady whispered, “it’s that virus that came from Ursa’s Province.”

“Oh no,” Satine frowned, “they should be out with the vaccine soon.”

“I hope so,” Fesma admitted, “I can’t imagine life without her.”

A week later, when it was clear Fesma’s mother was not going to survive, Satine gave her lady three days leave to say goodbye. Fesma took ill soon after she arrived, and the Duchess never saw her again.

“They took her body to be examined,” Khaami shook as she read the letter, “and we didn’t even get to say goodbye!”

“Her death will prevent others from dying.”

“How can you be so cold,” Khaami shouted, “she’s helped you through so much!”

Satine swallowed, “I guess I’m numb to pain now, I’m sorry to be so thoughtless.”

Khaami sobbed, “She won’t even be at my wedding.”

The Duchess ran to comfort her lady.

“I don’t understand why!”

Tears sprang into the Duchess’ eyes, “My father used to say life tested us constantly, and we had to be strong throughout, that’s how you knew we were Mandalorian.”

Khaami sniffled, “That sounds a lot like the old way.”

“He had a point,” Satine said softly, “we’re allowed to be sad, but circumstances will just keep coming at us.”

“Yeah,” Khaami wiped her eyes, “he was so strong though.”

“A true paladin.” Satine agreed.

They mourned for a week before the big event. Khaami’s wedding was held outside in the courtyard, it was Summer and garlands of flowers hung above patchworks of shrubbery. The sky was clear and the air was warm. It was a perfect day, then again, Sundari’s biome was always sunny. The ceremony was beautiful, and Satine was reminded of Obi-Wan more heavily than she thought she would be.

“Your Grace?”

Satine looked up to see Parna, she had thought the maze would give her a safe space to cry.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” the maid continued, kneeling next to the Duchess and wiping her eyes, “but Khaami was hoping to say goodbye to you.”

“Ah,” Satine straightened, realizing she spent the entire party alone, “I suppose I have to see her off then.”

When a noblewoman married on Mandalore, she was allowed to keep her position in the palace if she had one. However, Khaami had elected to take a week off before returning, and when she did, the Duchess felt as if she were meeting a different woman.

“Khaami?” Satine asked.

The lady looked up.

“Will you fetch some tea and cookies?”

Khaami’s eyes fell on Parna, who had just finished cleaning the windows.

“Please.” Satine added.

Khaami gave a tight smile and left.

“You’ve grown apart.” Parna observed. 

“Fesma’s death really shook her,” Satine agreed, “and now she has someone else to rely on.”

Khaami returned with a tray of cookies and tea, and Satine made polite conversation with her. It was so strange, Khaami and Fesma had always been a unit in her mind, but now Fesma was dead and Khaami married, which was as good as dead in Satine’s eyes. When Khaami left however, she left with honor, the Duchess said she was always welcome at the palace. In her stead, Satine promoted Parna from maid to lady-in-waiting, something for which the latter was most grateful for.

“Please, Parna,” the Duchess smiled at her new lady, “call me Satine.”

“Yes,” the new lady paused, “alright, Satine.”

Existing in a state of numbness, the Duchess got up and went to meetings, visited parliament, and occasionally held parties for the next two years. She wasn’t depressed, but she definitely wasn’t happy either. Every time she thought she was over Obi-Wan, Satine would see Korkie and realize she wasn’t. He was growing to look so much like his father, Satine wondered what the rest of her children looked like. 

“Your Grace,” the Prime Minister sighed one day, “I’m afraid we have to talk about something you find unpleasant.”

Satine straightened, “Surely it can’t be that terrible.”

“Your Grace, you’re twenty-two now-”

“I’m aware.” Satine snapped.

“Your Grace,” a female advisor spoke up, “Mandalore is prospering now, all that remains is to secure the line of succession.”

Satine frowned, sank back in her seat, and sighed.

“My apologies, Your Grace,” Prime Minister Djarin grimaced, “but it is necessary.”

Bo-Katan had gone underground in the last two years, but rumors ran wild.

“I understand that,” Satine nodded, “but what I don’t understand is why I must marry.”

The council looked at each other.

“It is my wish,” the Duchess began, “that my nephew be crowned as heir until I have a child.”

This caused much surprise.

“Don’t you want your own children to-”

“Yes, if I should have some,” Satine glowered, “I suppose it’s time we revisit the laws of succession.”

The Council disapproved, but the next day, the Duchess had a copy of the laws of succession called forth.

“Excuse my presumption, Your Grace,” began Prime Minister Djarin, “but you cannot change the laws of succession without Parliament.”

“Of course not, Prime Minister,” Satine smiled, “but I will bring my annotations before them so they can make the changes I wish.”

Satine had two problems with the current laws of succession, male primogeniture being the first obstacle to tackle.

“It’s outdated,” the Duchess stated simply, “and it must be changed henceforth.”

Her entire council agreed with her.

“Secondly,” Satine began, “we must acknowledge bastard children.”

“Your Grace-”

“Not in that sense, Prime Minister,” the Duchess added hurriedly, “we need a legal route for my nephew to become the heir presumptive.”

It was then decided that the annotation to the laws of succession would legitimize bastard children if there were no legitimate heirs. 

“This would only make your nephew heir if you don’t have any children.” stated a male advisor Satine wasn’t fond of.

“Yes,” the Duchess straightened, “and that is as good as decided.”

After she dismissed her council, Satine retired to her chamber and rang for Parna.

“Yes, Your Grace?”

“I need to tell you something,” Satine leaned her back against the head of the bed, “I never fully explained it to you.”

Tentatively, Parna sat down on the edge of Satine’s bed.

“I have four children,” the Duchess began, “and I love them even more than I love their father, which I never thought possible.”

“Satine-”

“Just listen,” the Duchess held up her hand, “my eldest set of twins was born two years ago.”

Parna’s eyes went wide.

“Tyra Satine is force sensitive and was secretly sent to the temple,” Satine swallowed, “Korkyrach stayed with me.”

“Your nephew,” realization sparked in Parna’s eyes, “that’s why you want him to be your heir.”

“Yes.”

Parna smiled sadly, “Then I suppose you won’t have anymore children.”

“Not unless their father returns to me,” Satine looked down, “which he likely will never do again.”

Parna took Satine’s hands in hers, “Never say never.”

The Duchess changed the subject, “My second set of twins was born a couple months ago.”

“Your Grace!”

“I know,” Satine sighed, “Tristan was adopted by Ursa Wren, we swore an oath not to tell.”

“Dear God,” Parna whispered, “that day I heard screaming in the basement, that was you.”

“Yes,” Satine nodded, “and of course you know your brother took Mara.”

Tears welled in Parna’s eyes and she reached out, “I’m so sorry, Satine.”

The Duchess embraced her lady, “It was my choice, thank you for understanding.”

“Of course,” Parna replied, “any caring woman would do the same in your position.”

Four days after her discussion with Parna, Satine went before Parliament once again. Dressed in a navy gown bejeweled with crystals, a royal purple sash and a silver coronet, she sat on her throne as if she were a presiding goddess. Which in a way, she was.

“The Duchess has returned to the noble body,” began the Prime Minister, “to review and amend the laws of succession.”

That got some whispers, but the Duchess held steadfast.

“Mandalore has an ancient history,” Satine began, “and although we revere some of those ancient laws, other statues must change along with the times. We are a people in harmony now, and male primogeniture is no longer necessary in the laws of royal succession.”

Prime Minister Djarin banged her staff on the floor.

“The first statue of the line of succession is the Male Primogeniture Clause, which states male siblings shall come before female siblings when deciding who is to rule. All in favor of changing this law please vote “Yea” in the ballot box, all those opposed vote “Nea.””

There was some shuffling as the parliamentarians pulled out voting papers and pencils from the arms of their chairs and made their way to the room’s center ballot box. When it was finally done and the last lawmaker returned to their seat, an attendant gathered the box and took the votes to be counted.

The Prime Minister nodded at Satine.

“This second amendment shall require much more deliberation,” the Duchess began, “I’m sure all of you are aware of my decision to claim my nephew, and it is my wish that he be placed in line for the throne.”

Whispers and commented interjections rolled through the room like air, and the Prime Minister had to bang her staff on the floor.

“The second and final amendment that I shall propose to you today,” stated the Duchess, “is including illegitimate children in the line of succession only when there are no other legitimate children to take their rightful place.”

“Why should we change this,” stood a lawmaker from the below white banner, “this system has worked for over a millenia, bastards are bastards.”

Many voices of assent rose from the lawmaking body, so much so that the Prime Minister was unable to quiet them with her staff.

“Silence!” Satine yelled.

The room got deathly quiet.

“This rule shall only come into effect if there are no legitimate heirs,” began the Duchess, “currently, it would place my nephew behind my sister in the line of succession, and he shall only remain there if my sister and I beget no children.”

“And will the praised She-wolf sire pups?” asked a red parliamentarian.

Satine tilted her head, her nails sinking into her throne, “That is up to her to decide.”

An uncomfortable pause followed where Satine surveyed the room.

“The voting shall commence,” the Prime Minister announced, “yea if you agree, nay if you do not.”

Once the voting finished and an attendant removed the box, the results of the first ballot came in.

“The rule of male primogeniture in the line of succession is obsolete.” announced Prime Minister Djarin.

The Duchess began to clap, and slowly, the clamor in the chamber rose as others joined her. Still, that was not the main reason Satine was here. Finally, the results from the second ballot were brought forth.

“When it comes to bastards inheriting the throne,” began the Prime Minister, “it shall only be allowed if there are no other legitimate heirs.”

“What’s the margain!” a lawmaker yelled.

The Duchess turned to the Prime Minister.

“By a margin of thirty votes.”

“Recount!”

“I second a recount!”

Satine straightened as the room erupted. Prime Minister Djarin banged her staff.

“Order!” she shouted.

Slowly, voices began to recede.

“If a recount is desired,” the Duchess stated, “procedures of this noble body must be followed. The Prime Minister shall oversee the recount.”

After a nod of dismissal from Satine, the Prime Minister and her two attendants left the room and the chamber waited in silence. The Duchess clicked her nails against her throne, which echoed throughout the entire chamber.

“The votes have been recounted,” announced the Prime Minister as she burst through the double doors, “the resolution still stands.”

A murmur of dissent rattled through the ranks.

“Does this chamber not respect the wishes of their Duchess?” Satine bellowed.

Many heads turned to her in shock.

Straightening, Satine continued, “I was told Mandalore had great respect for my father, the late Duke, was I informed wrongly?”

Mumbles rose from the lawmakers.

“We may have thrown out our violent tenants,” the Duchess raised an eyebrow, “but Mandalorians respect the honor in blood, in family, in our clans. I have a nephew, and his noble blood shall keep him in the line of succession.”

Satine stood and swept from the room when she finished, leaving many behind her flabbergasted and ashamed. Parna was waiting for her lady in the foyer, and accompanied Satine down into her vehicle.

“You’re amazing, Satine,” Parna lowered her voice, “but what will they do when they find out?”

“They won’t,” the Duchess said firmly, “I might tell the children when they’re older, but I may never see them again.”

Satine and Parna were quiet for a long time.

“What about Khaami? She knows.”

“She won’t tell unless she’s pressured to,” Satine answered, “and she won’t be pressured to if no one else knows.”

The palace made a formal announcement to accompany that of parliament’s decree, stating that the Duchess valued her nephew more than she could possibly put into words, and that much was taken into account on her making the decision.

From then on, Korkie, who would celebrate his third birthday in three weeks, was allotted much more time with his “Aunt.” Satine even allowed a prominent news outlet to interview her, as her council suggested of course, and brought Korkie along with her. The people were thrilled.

“It seems the Mandalorian She-Wolf has a soft spot for her cub.” Parna observed one afternoon.

“I certainly do,” agreed Satine, “it’s hard to believe he’s almost three years old.”

“And your other children?”

Satine sighed, closing her eyes, “Tyra and Mara will fulfil their potentials, and Tristan will lead a good life.”

Korkie gurgled and the Duchess opened her eyes.

“You are a warrior, Satine,” Parna smiled sadly, “even stronger than those of Old Mandalore.”

“Thank you, Parna,” Satine stroked Korkie’s head, “I just hope they’re proud of me.”

“You don’t need them to be proud of you,” Parna crossed her arms, “they’re dead, you know what’s best for Mandalore now.”

Satine smiled, “You know what, I do. Thank you, Parna.”

[kenobis-kyber]

From the Stars

What’s this? Another Chapter? I am happy to publish the next chapter and I hope you are all happy to read it! Thanks again for the likes, comments and reblogs.

Rating: M for smut and bad language

Chapter 9

“Vanessa! Wake up!,” Obi said excitedly while shaking Vanessa.

She grumbled and burrowed herself deeper into the blankets, not enjoying being woken up so early.

“C’mon! It’s Christmas!” Obi said while shaking her.

“Ughhh 5 more minutes,” she mumbled.

“No!” he playfully shouted and yanked the blankets from her. She sat up quickly.

“What the fuck?! I didn’t know I had a 6 year old!” she said angry that he disturbed her coziness.

“Please, Darling,” he hovered over planting soft kisses on her neck.

She sighed and smiled softly giving in to him. “Fine, let’s go.”

“Yay!,” he shouted excitedly and ran into the living room. She shook her head at the absurdness of a man of his rank and training would act like such a little boy. But secretly she loved his happiness and slight innocence. She got up and made her way to the living room where her dog jumped up excitedly to greet her.

She scratched his head, “Merry Christmas boy.” Making her way to where Obi-Wan sat on the couch and sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a tender kiss on his lips.

“Merry Christmas, Obi.”

He smirked. “Merry Christmas, Darling. Shall we open presents?”

“Sure. But you’re going to have a hard time doing that with me on your lap.”

“Hmm you’re right,” and with a mischievous smile he picked her up and dropped her on the couch.

“Jerk,” she said with a laugh.

Getting to his knees he dug under the tree to find the presents he got her.

“Here you go,” he said while handing her the gifts. She smiled and opened the first and there was a soft plush blanket in her favorite color, purple. Right away she wrapped herself in it. He laughed at her. She sat on the floor by the christmas tree digging out the presents she got from him.

“It’s only fair that for every present I open you should too.”

“Alright then.” he began to tear open the first present revealing a cookbook.

“I figured since you have taken a liking to cooking, that you would like to try some new recipes.”

He grinned. “This is great! Can’t wait to try them and make you into my guinea pig”

She laughed then reached for another gift. She slowly opened it and she was shocked. Inside was a photo album with all kinds of candid moments.

“How did you do this?”

“Well I bought a camera awhile ago and started taking pictures without your knowledge”

“You sneaky Jedi” she said as she flipped through the album. The pictures ranged from her playing with Hershey to them cuddling on the couch and even of her asleep. It was one of the most thoughtful gifts she had ever gotten. She pressed a small kiss to his lips. “I love it, thank you”

He reached over and opened a long looking present. Inside was a cloth tube with something solid inside. He opened and pulled the object out. It remind him of his lightsaber but wooden.

“It’s a kendo stick. It’s made out of bamboo some of the most durable material here on earth. I know it isn’t your lightsaber but I figure it would be the closest thing. Figured you could practice with it and keep your skills.”

“Its a wonderful gift, Darling! Thank you so much!” He brought her into a tight hug.

She reached over and picked up her last gift to him. “I want you to open this next.”

“Very well” He reached into the bag and pulled out something wrapped in tissue paper. He slowly opened it and inside was a braided leather bracelet with beads cordinating to his padawan braid. He smiled brightly. “Did you make this?” She nodded with a smirk.

“Oh thank you!!! I shall never take it off!” and he put it on right away, with a smile. “Now open my last one”

She reached over with a look of curiosity on her face. Unwrapping the present it revealed a small box. Slowly opening it she gasped at what was inside. It was a beautiful silver necklace with a small star pendant but in the middle was a stone that was the same color as Obi-Wan’s eyes. Tears started to fall, she couldn’t believe the gift.

“It’s beautiful! Obi this is so unexpected!”

“When I saw it I knew it was meant to be around my love’s neck. That way you never forget your space angel” he said with a chuckle. “Now if you would allow me I’d like to see it on you.”

“Of course.” She turned around and held up her hair so he could clasp the delicate necklace on her. Shivers were sent down her spine as she felt his fingers grace against her neck. When he was done he placed a light kiss there. She turned around and he grinned at the sight, it was perfect on her.

“Thank you Obi-Wan Kenobi.” and kissed him deeply before they were interrupted by Hershey’s playful bark. They turned and giggled at him.

“Oh boy don’t think we forgot about you.” Obi said while producing a bag of treats and a new toy. The dog bounced up and down excitedly. They both laughed at the sight.

Later on found the 2 of them cuddled up underneath her new blanket as the fire roared in the fireplace. They were content with the situation until she had a naughty idea. She slowly ran her hand down his chest, down his stomach to his thigh, scratching at it softly. He sucked a breath in before quirking an eyebrow at her. “What are you doing, love?”

“Nothing” she said with a cheshire grin.

“Mmm...hhmmm” he said with a crooked smile.

She started to plant soft kisses on his neck while continuing her journey up to his now hardened member. It was always a confidence booster to feel how quickly he responded to her. She nibbled on his earlobe while started to stroke him through his PJ pants. Pulling her face to him he kissed her roughly as she slid her hand underneath the waistband finally reaching his cock. He moaned feeling her hand wrapped around his bare skin. She tugged down his pants down his legs, his manhood springing free and almost hitting him in the stomach. Pulling the blanket away to fully expose him, she got down on her knees.

“Mmm...that doesn’t look like nothing, darling,” he said huskily.

She winked at him and pushed the hem of his shirt up slightly exposing his flat stomach.  Kissing down the auburn trail of hair, she ran her nails along the top of his thighs. He shuddered as she reached her destination. Kissing the tip of his member, teasing him. She slowly began to lick a stripe from the base back up to the tip. His hand lulled back on the couch knowing he was at her mercy. Taking the tip into her mouth she lightly sucked it eliciting a groan from him. She finally slowly taking all the way into her mouth.

“Stars….” he said barely over a whisper.

She started a steady rhythm with her hand and mouth, taking him deep. Continuing her ministrations she chanced to look up at him and what she saw almost caused her to cum right there. He was biting his lower lip and his normally bright blue eyes were dark with lust.

“Darling...please. I want to be inside you.”

She pulled her mouth off of him with a pop. Massaging his balls with a mischievous smirk, “No. I want you to cum in my mouth.” Before continuing her task at a faster pace. She also continued massaging his balls doubling the pleasure, which caused him to thread his fingers through her hair and grab it. He started to thrust up against her mouth unable to control it. She knew he was close when the moans out of his mouth became obscene. Finally she felt his balls tighten and his cock began to twitch.

“Oh Vanessa! I am cumming!” and he did. He shot down her throat both salty and sweet. And she greedily swallowed each drop. His head was leaning on the back of the couch and his breathing was ragged. She folded her arms across his thighs and placed her chin on her arms looking up at him. It truly was a beautiful sight to see him in such a euphoria. When he finally opened his eyes and looked down at her she smiled.

“Merry Christmas, Obi”

“You are a little minx.” he said and yanked her up on the couch. He got an evil glint in his eyes before he shoved his hand into her pj bottoms. He ran his fingers through her folds, realizing how slick she was. He leaned to whisper in her ear.

“Darling, you are already so wet for me...” She could feel his hot breath against her lobe before he nibbled on it. Pressing his thumb into her clit he pushed a moan out of her mouth. He looked at her face while he plunged a finger into her velvety depth, and she erotically bit her bottom lip. Starting a rhythm, slowly he began to fuck her with his finger. He added another digit while rubbing her swollen bud, causing her to arch a bit. His arousal becoming evident against her thigh she moaned. She felt the tension building up and started to pant, she could feel herself reaching new highs when he abruptly stopped. She snapped her eyes at him and whimpered a bit. He winked at her as he pulled her pjs off of her and sat back on the couch.

“Come here,” he said while seductively patting his thigh, she complied. Draping one leg over she straddled him, his tip rubbing against her entrance. He grabbed her hips and impaled her on his stiff cock. She slowly began to slide up and down off of him, teasing him and herself. Gripping his shoulder for better leverage she bounced up and down off of him, both of them moaning in unison. His hands dug into her hips before he flipped them over so she was laying down with him on top. Grabbing her right leg he draped it over his shoulder as he continued his rhythm. She grabbed the ponytail at the back of his head and brought him down to kiss her deeply as he thrust into her harder. She was heavenly to him. Every twitch, every moan that he caused was quite intoxicating. He reached down between their bodies and pressed his thumb against her clit causing her to roll her eyes back. Nipping at her chin he could feel him squeezing him and knew she was close, so he picked up the speed. Every muscle in his body felt on fire as he began to reach his peak and her moans only hastened the pace. Her toes curled as she came undone moaning his name and at that he was done.

“Fuck!” he yelled as he came hard into her and then collapsed on her. When she had finally gotten her breathing back to normal she let out a small laugh. Panting he looked up at her, “What’s so funny, love?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a cuss word out of your mouth.” she said with a smile and giggle.

He smiled back at her before he pecked her on the lips. “I guess you have become a bad influence to me.”

“I guess so...” she reached up and kissed him.

Later on that night….

He tossed and turned, sweat accumulated on his body. Feeling a strong pull of the force very similar to the one he experienced before he ended up here on Earth.

Padawan, we have found you. We will be there soon, Qui gon’s voice rang in his head.

We? Who journeys with you, Master.

Journey I do, with him. Yoda voiced followed.

When will you be here?

In the next few days. It seems you are unharmed which is good. But I promise you will be back with us.

I will await you, masters….

Obi-wan shot straight up waking Vanessa up in the process.

“Babe, What’s wrong?” she said while caressing his shoulder a little taken back since she had never seen him so frenzied. He dropped his head into his hands rubbing his temples.

“They will be here in a few days time” he said barely above a whisper.

“Who will be,” she said with a concerned look on her face.

Turning to look at her with a serious expression on his face. “My Masters Qui-Gon and Yoda.”

Her body froze with a small bit of dread. She secretly hoped this day wouldn’t come and selfishly hoped he would stay here with her forever. But the choice would be his and his alone. Reaching over to intertwine her hand in his, “What will you do?”

Taking a deep breath, “I am not sure, darling. But until that time comes I would like to spend as much time with you as possible.” He pulled her to him and kissed her gently before laying down with her nestled into his side. He stroked her hair and placed a small kiss on the top of her head. She gently ran her fingers through the dusting of auburn hair on his chest while listening to his heartbeat. She held back the tears knowing that the future is uncertain now. Pushing those thoughts to the side she enjoyed the moment before falling asleep. Obi-wan sat there contemplating what he actually would do. He unexpectedly found love that he wanted to continue but at the same time he wanted to be a Jedi knight. His head swam with everything, before hearing the soft breathing of  his lover next to him. Smiling to himself he fell asleep as well, holding her tight to him.

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[goddamnmuses-a]

Dan Watches: Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope

Alright so I did this for Episode I which you can find here and then Episode II which you can find here and then Episode III which you can find here. So here’s my weird live reaction/note taking/whatever this is.. to Episode lV.

I remember this being my favourite of the original trilogy because it sets everything up and basically kick started everything but lets see if that changes when i’ve finally got through all of these. 

Also I’m just watching whatever version i can find online because I can’t be bothered to go and find my dvd of it so yeah.. whether we get weird updated version or original effects or whatever, who knows. 

All the old effects like how C3p0 looks and r2d2 are impressive. 

There wasn’t really anything in the opening crawl i felt like commenting on, no big THEY DID THAT IN THE OPENING? but i guess it’s the first one that came out so that makes sense. 

WTF did the stormtroopers use to get that door open, that was so explosive wtf.

Also the blasters are like set to 10000 and smoke is everywhere. 

How did nobody shoot the dorids?

Yooo little Ani nice suit my dude. 

Hold on, she sent a msg with r2 to go to Obiwan which for 1 howd she know he’s alive? I’m gonna presume her dad said or something and 2.. ..why not just.. go yourself? 

So when they’re set to stun a Stormtrooper can shoot someone no problem

Also we dont get enough stun weird circle blaster shots

Ohhhh she didnt go because the scan for lifeforms thing alright ill allow it

but my dude.. even so.. maybe just shoot it just in case? like.. droids exist and people know about them?

DARTH VADERS LITTLE HANDS ON HIPS! Omfg he’s like “God damn, this bitch again.”

This Vader is a sassy boy. 

I love this guy who works with Vader and doesnt mind chatting back to him. 

Loving the droids in the desert. 

R2 does not look like it would work in a desert. 

C3 like “He tricked me into going this way” stop being a lil bich. 

WOOTINI!

The crawler thingy is badass. 

I thought that was a magnet it was just a big sucky pipe. 

GONK

Oh yep theres the new effects. 

Droids sleep? I guess power saver mode. 

Wtf is that dome droid

Luke! Luuuuuke! Iconic 2 words there. Well reused for that episode of Rebels where Obiwan watches from a distance. 

Bocce.. what a classic language. 

OMG OWEN JUST LET HIM GO INTO TOSHE STATION TO PICK UP SOME POWER CONVERTERS JEEEEZ 

How is that “wasting time with friends” and not chores, going into town to get something sounds like a chore to me. 

Why did they get an atromech anyway? Like.. what’d they need the other droid for? 

C3 is a real bro lbh, if it wasn’t for him, R2 would be with the jawa still. 

Oooh oil bath. sexy. 

I wonder if people ship R2 and C3 because tbh it makes sense to me. 

Luke got an erection at the mention of the rebellion. 

Now it’s getting harder at that random blurry image of his sister. 

R2 is a cheeky lil shit. 

This is just some good home life shit. 

Dat soundtrack. 

You know what.. it’s a really nice home. 

Is it just me or is Owen dressed kinda Jedi-y. 

So is “Sand People” like the racist way to say “Tusken Raider”?

Obiwan, thats a ridiculous fucking noise. 

“Hello There” iconic. 

You know what the Prequels do add a lot to this. 

A young Jedi named Darth Vader.. im sorry.. thats just not a name. 

For someone who wants to get off the planet, Lukes like “Naa but i gotta get home”

Obiwan also just being like “You know what, fuck it here.. lets go.”

You know what as much of a bitch as that guy who gets force choked is, he’s a good actor. 

Also Tarkin yay. 

NOOOOO OWEN AND BERU! YOU BASTARDS!

I feel like he should have dropped to his knees or something there. 

That is a scary droid. 

Cool door close. 

Thats a weird ass CG droid with a hole in. 

None of the other storm troopers gonna wonder why Dave’s being weird? 

Wahey! Figrin Dan and the Model Nodes! Love that Jizz music. 

Who just ugs on the back of a bartenders shirt? Wtf Luke

Yo he didnt even pay for his drink, free drinks?

Who gets the death sentance in 12 systems and goes around bragging? 

The first arm cut off and theres all sortsw of blood which there shouldnt be because lightsabers cauterize the wound, tut tut. 

Gooood scene with Han and Obi, honestly i keep forgetting to comment because im just watching xD

Wahey! Greedo 

If we’re doing a han shot first thing.. Greedo shot first in this version and missed and then Han shot him but tbh i prefer the Han shot first.. makes him more interesting. 

Jabba looks smaller. 

Casual Boba Fett appearance. 

Yooo Poncho. My boy Cal approves. 

Fuck those weird long nose aliens. 

The Falcon looks so good. 

Get those poor guys by the Death Star laser a damn rail. 

We just cool with igniting the lightsaber in front of Han and Chewie? Chewie at least knows wtf it is.

Chewie is a badass. 

Let the Wookie win. 

WTF that isnt the lightspeed effect.. it’s like a weird blanket tunnel 

The fact they get onto the Death Star with no issue is kind of ridiculous. 

The motion of Darth Vader is kinda just.. not fitting right. 

Han just pat Chewie like hes a dog. Rude. 

Han just gets caught up in this without a choice rly. 

He just wants those sweet credits. 

Also Set Design on Star Wars is amazing. 

Leia just lounging all sexy like 

Also does she have a stain on her tit? .. Not that im looking >.>

The Jedi being called a religion is kinda weird but i guess accurate. 

This has to be the worst star to a friendship for all three of them. Chewie seems cool though. 

I also thought the trash compactor scene was earlier on in this movie than it is. 

Who the fucks voice was it that said “Thats your imagination” ? 

How the fuck are they standing if the water is that deep?

I liek the touch of the monster whos name im sure i learnt but forgot let go as if it knew the trash compactor was about to turn on, that implies it has a safe spot down there that it stays. 

Some of the voices sound off on this but ah well 

Hans already a little Handsy with Leia but i think Harrison Ford was sleeping with Carie at the time so like.. i get it. 

Obiwan just strolling about, as you do. 

I love just these giant pits with walkways with no rails. If I worked on the Death Star it’d be a nightmare for me to get around. 

“NO WAIT THEY’LL HEAR!” ...and they’re not gonna hear you shouting?

Stormtroopers just shooting the shit is the best. 

You know what with everyone being like “Wow that ships a shitheap.” I can understand why the prequels made their ships look nicer and newer. 

I love that shooting a door panel in star wars just makes it so the doors wont open at all, thats some good shit. 

Lukes as bad of a shot as a Stormtrooper. 

First little kissy incesty moment but hey it was on the cheek, universally thats fine but im sure at the time this was him setting up that Luke and Leia were gonna end up together, before he decided they were siblings. 

Vader just standing there, lightsaber already out like “Ahhh Mr.Kenobi I’ve been expecting you”

As lack luster as the chroeography is in this fight im kinda thinking of it as like, they’re reading each other, like Obiwan and Maul’s final fight. 

I don’t really know why Obiwan just chooses to die like that but heyo. 

Vader stomping on Obiwans clothes? Why? I guess because he gave himself to the force and thats the first time he’s seen that? 

I love the gunner seats moving around, idk why i just love it. 

Whats the point of the ear peices if they’re just gonna shout at each other. 

Not mentioned it until now but everyone says Leia wrong. 

They’re really harsh to Han tbf

This is like if you got an Uber to a place and then the Uber driver got pulled into a police station because you’re a terrorist and then you have a go at the Uber driver for wanting to leave after he’s got you out of there. 

Another kiss for Luke.. .. okay

I like how Biggs earlier scenes are deleted so when he shows up it’s just this random dude who somehow knows Luke

That air traffic control guy has no idea what hes doing, nobody is even in the air yet or moving, wait. 

Man X wings are cool, makes me think of Battlefronts VR mission thing where you get to pilot one and it’s the coolest VR thing ive done. 

For a space station the size of a moon you’d think they’d have enough fighters to just wipe out the rebels no biggy. 

ALSO if they know the rebel base is on that planet, why not just blow that planet up? 

YAY WEDGE

The targetting computer seems very invasive. 

Those turrets are useless. 

I would have rated it if they let that random dude blow up the Death Star.

Tarkins thinking face is beautiful. What a man, 

If Luke missed this shot, everyone knows he’s turned his targetting computer off, so they would be PISSED

RIP R2. 

HWHAT!? 

Woooo Mr.Solo. 

Well.. Well done Luke you killed a lot of people, some just trying to do a job and live their lives. 

Han, Leia and Luke all went off together all holding each other.. like.. Threesome? 

I’m sorry but after that, someones doing some fucking. 

Leia just giving her lovers, dont @ me, a medal. Thats why Chewie doesnt get one, he wasnt there for the orgy. 

R2 looking fresh. 

You know what, that is a good complete story that actually works on its own, i appreaciate that. 10/10. :P

[ani5s]

I just had this idea of some transphobic planet scanning the characters’ physiology to find chromosomes and make sure they put everyone in the right wing of the guest rooms and Ahsoka, Ani, Cody, and Rex get sent one way while Fives and Obi-Wan get sent the other and Fives is just like “looks like your machine’s broken because I’m a carbon copy of my brothers and then they all sleep in their ship in a weird blanket pile because fuck transphobes.

And Ani usually just decides he’ll present feminine whenever this happens because, hey, it’s no more likely to be wrong than the assumption that he’s a guy, and he still does that, but it’s great and it does wonders for his binary trans husband, Padawan, and Master.

(Also he has an excuse to cuddle with Fives, so yay.)

(Obviously, this is Trans Fives AU)

[twistednuns]

April 2018

Rediscovering an old passion of mine: The ice. I went to another ice-hockey match the other day and the atmosphere was fantastic - tense, excited, the players were really going for it. Hannes bought me beer and a hot dog and I enganged in friendly banter with the enemy (I wished him a safe trip home to Karlsruhe after Mannheim had lost and he winked at me). I really hope we'll win the semi-finals. I desperately want to go to the final! Ice-hockey brings back childhood memories for me because I used to join my dad who had season tickets for the LA Cannibals. He was allowed to bring children under 6 for free (I think I must have been 6 until I was about 10 years old...) I also saw the movie I, Tonya about the infamous figure skater Tonya Harding on Easter Sunday, sitting alone in the cinema, enjoying my popcorn. I loved this film. The soundtrack is awesome, the acting and the humour are spot-on. A few days later I actually went ice-skating with Korbian (in the EHC Red Bull rink!) and even though my feet still hurt so much that I have to unfasten the ice skates every twenty minutes it was great fun. Water and ice - I'm in my element.

A small present from a sixth-grader: a sticker of a smiling bowl of ramen noodle soup!

I can see that I'm so much fitter now than a few months ago. I can run up a flight of stairs without being out of breath. Not even a bit.

Sewing together all the granny squares I had lying around. The size is still on baby blanket level so just give me a few more years to finish it...

The first warm days. Planting flowers in front of my window (primrose, forget-me-not, buttercups). Setting up the canvas chair. Hanging up the laundry on the balcony. Eating outside, walking over Viktualienmarkt just before sunset. Great light and amazing smells.

Climbing the hill in Olympiapark. Lying in the grass, making out with K., enjoying a spectacular view over the Alps and the city.

Having painted toe nails for the first time after the winter. I especially like O.P.I's Tickle my France-y (and how every nail polish just looks so much prettier under water).

The Describe Yourself Like a Male Author Would Twitter thread: Her breasts entered the room before her far less interesting face, decidedly maternal hips and rounded thighs. He found her voice unpleasantly audible. As his gaze dropped from her mouth (still talking!) to her cleavage, he wondered why feminists were so angry all the time. (stellar example by Jennifer Weiner)

Watching Gegen die Wand by Fatih Akin for the first time. And Frida - seems like I'm quite into biopics considering how much I liked I, Tonya.

Seeing how the cat reacted to Korbinian. She just rolled into a little ball in his palms and he held her in his hands for quite a while. Seems like she prefers men...

Amira Casar is very pretty.

He said I didn't snore!

Unter Glück hatte ich mir eigentlich was anderes vorgestellt.

A new double-ended eyebrow brush.

Talking about that one illustration in Janosch's Post für den Tiger (mole network!) and Lena knew immediately what I meant.

Walking over the playground with Lena and Alexandra. Trying out the seesaw, a carousel and the swings. Climbing a jungle gym, squeezing through the ropes, sliding down (my ass didn't get stuck!!)

Lying outside in the sun on a deck chair after one hour of swimming. Cold at first, very very nice after I was dry. It's incredible how much power the sun already has.

Sore muscles from ice-skating. Hill-climbing. Swimming.

Talking a walk in the Nymphenburg castle grounds. Taking a photo of Magdalenenklause (as always - I think it's fascinating how you can see the reflection of the trees and the blue sky as well as the interior of the chapel and the windows at the far end). Reading at Königsplatz. Buying food at the Asian market and some candy at Pomeroy & Winterbottom. Meeting Lena and Obi, having avocado toast with fried eggs at Holzkranich in Schwabing. All in all a really nice day even though I wasn't in a great mood to begin with.

Trommeln in der Nacht was the best play I've seen at the Kammerspiele so far. I really liked it. I mean, an Australian guy singing pop songs during a classic Brecht play - what can go wrong?

Swimming freestyle laps for the first time! My technique is probably shit but all that matters is that it gets my heart rate up.

Finding four tiny holo stars on a page in a librabry book.

Deciding to ride my bike down to Großhesselohe - I lay around in the sunshine in my bathing suit. And I needed sunscreen for the first time this year! I love the smell of the Garnier sun oil. Felt like summer! Isarkaribik... I also lay across from a nudist guy with a pretty good ass. Doesn't hurt.

Moser Roth lemon yoghurt chocolate.

Getting a bunch of Alstroemeria flowers at the supermarket. They were so pretty and stayed fresh for weeks.

Scene hunting.

The sound of the woodpeckers in the trees outside my apartment.

Delicious recipes for all kinds of wraps in the latest issue of Schrot und Korn.

Walking barefoot.

Meeting two huge, fat cats on my evening walk over the fields. Seeing the illuminated living rooms, watching people having dinner, wondering if they actually like each other. The smell of the first blossoming trees. The view over the forest after sunset, watching planes rise above the clouds. The sound of last year's leaves in the wind. Still some traces of light left. Seeing a hedgehog behind a garden fence.

How interested the cat was in the little blooming twig I brought home from a walk.

Reading so incredibly much.

Reading, yes, again - reading about Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes in Connie Palmen's Du sagst es. It's a fictional autobiography of Hughes. All these feelings, so much drama and a life for literature.

Another evening walk (I like them best) - lying down in the big nest swing at the playground. Finding a pile of free give-aways on a bench, taking home paper plates (I use them for acrylic paints).

Trauringe have only one letter more than traurige.

Going to work by tram on a sunny morning. A book in my lap, eating fruit salad. Seeing the city in a different light and discovering places I had never seen before because I usually only go there by night (for example the square/monument left of the Isar near Müllersches Volksbad).

The fact that the laundry dries in a matter of hours on the balcony now.

Taking a random library book to read on my way to work. Reading the passage "Es war April, der Monat, der von T.S. Eliot zum grausamsten unter seinesgleichen gekürt wurde, und es war Freitag, der dreizehnte." in April, on Friday the 13th. The likelihood of this happening is approximately 1 in 2500.

Kunstautomaten.

Meeting basically everyone at Muffat-Biergarten. The Fabis, Claudia, Frank, Manu and Susa. Even Lucy the dog-lady was there.

Paying Rasmus a compliment which he was really happy about.

Hanging up some crystals in the trellis on the balcony.

Spending a day at the Northern part of the English Garden with the "family". Playing Kubb, somersaulting spontaneously, so much delicious food (pizza, chocolate fruit, chickpea salad, sushi, cold drip coffee, ...), exploring some old trees at the riverside, climbing, playing with cheeky dogs, reading Lena's graphic novel.

The Destiny's Child reunion at Coachella.

Ferrero is making mother-effin' Kinder Bueno, Milchschnitte and Kinderriegel ice-cream now! Deliiiish.

Going to a workshop about voice and body language. I actually got way more positive feedback than expected. Apparently my voice and articulation are quite nice and I keep eye contact much better than I thought. Also, I asked another girl from the group to join me for lunch. Yay, talking to people! Hello, new extrovert me!

Foldable silicon lunch boxes.

Playing badminton in the park. I want to do that more often!

Getting eight more books from the library even though I still had five at home.

When your book fits exactly into the handle on the seat in front of you and you don't need a bookmark.

Having a monthly ticket for public transport is surprisingly nice. Hop on, hop off.

Visiting some of my students at their work place on Girls'/Boy's Day. We went to Deutsches Museum and a kindergarden, for example. It was great to see how much the kids enjoyed their days.

The playoff final!!! Two goals in 10 seconds, omg. So EHC Red Bull Munich won for the third time in a row. There were gold glitter, beer showers, the players' children on the ice. And I flirted with a dude from Garmisch who kept calling me princess.

Woodworking. I'm currently carving a bowl and a small bird out of limewood.

Carrying a huge pot of flowers all the way home on the train.

That other kind of mango. The type you usually get in Asia. Less sweet, creamier.

Going to the market on Saturdays. Getting fresh bread, vegetables or flowers for the balcony.

Riding my bike through the forest in order to get to the garden centre.

A weird childhood flashback while washing my dirty feet in the sink: the memory of my grandma who wouldn't let us sit on the sofa in the summer if we didn't do that.

Spending a day with a happy-go-lucky woodworker. Playing games at the Starnberger See. Driving around in his Skoda. Eating pizza.

Wearing the &otherstories sunflower necklace with the one I bought in Portland and had always been to tight for me. And wearing the pink-blue checked pyjama pants in combination with a soft grey longsleeve shirt. Another thing that used to be too small.

The balcony!!! Tomatoes, yellow zucchini, pink poppies, multi-coloured petunias, I mean, YES. The light breaking in one of the crystals. Rainbow reflections.

[delicatefury]

Okay, last post before I head out

I’ve got the house to myself for the rest of the day and a whole week off ahead of me. So here’s the plan.

Pick my healthcare plan. I technically have until February, but it’s gonna auto-sign me up for my carrier’s new (expensive) plan to fill the gaps, so I’m gonna just head that off at the pass and get the cheaper one before the new plan kicks in (and auto-withdraws from my bank account) on Monday.

Clean! I’m starting with my room (since the upstairs where my office is will need to be warmed up before I can work up there.) I’ve got a new container for my summer clothes (one the cat can’t get in) so it’s time to go through my dresser and closet and pack stuff away.

Laundry! Speaking of the cat invading containers, I’ve got to wash all the stuff he peed on before Christmas. To be honest, some of it I’m just gonna toss. I’ve got a couple things in there that I know I’m never gonna wear again (an old hoodie with no sentimental value. My doctoral robe (plain black and about $18-$30 for a new one if I ever need it). My mortar (I already have one from college). Easter dresses from my college years. Yeah... no) but there’s also a lot that I have to save (my doctoral hood from my law school! My tam! A couple shirts from my Dad’s high school years! My favorite and only orange dress!) So, yeah, a lot of laundry to pretreat and do today.

I also have to work on the dog’s bed. We thought we had it cleaned, but my sister brought it home for Christmas, and after the dog laid on it for five hours, she found a wet-spot underneath it. Apparently it wasn’t fully dry and there was still cat pee trapped in the foam. Yay. So that’s gonna take some work.

Bake brownies. Because I have a sweet tooth and a craving for chocolate and the bag of Twix I bought comes from a batch of burnt caramel and it tastes awful.

Dishes. Because if I’m gonna bake, I should probably clean a little too.

Study! I need to get through Torts today so I can move on to the next subject ASAP. I’ve got a little less than two months to go!

And there are three things left to do for my bar application. I need my birth certificate, need to take a little supplemental exam, need to send my MBE scores from my last Bar exam so I hopefully don’t have to take the multiple choice part again. I’m gonna concentrate on finding my birth certificate (it’s in my office somewhere) but if not, then I’ll probably at least look at what I need to do for the supplemental exam.

Knit! I finally know what I did wrong on both the sock and baby blanket (I’ve talked about this before) so I need to start fixing them. Or I could work on my sister’s afghan. That’s an option too.

Write! I wanna get a rough draft for 5.1 done. I’ve got a decent plan for all of chapter 5 and it will require me being *shudder* brief so I can fit in a couple short scenes without the length getting too crazy. Originally I was going to take two chapters to get to the temple, but given my writing speed for TDPL, that will take way too long. So now the goal for chapter 5 is to showcase the clones of the 212th and their growing affection for “The General’s Strays” and how much happier their general is. I want it to be believeble that the clones are really pulling for Obi-Wan to adopt the “orphan Padawans” and maybe Han too after only a week.

Figure out the utility payments. My roommate actually owes me two months worth (she’s between jobs, so I’m not pushing just yet), but my siblings want to pay asap, so I need to get the split figured. It’s not nearly as painful as next month’s going to be. Stupid cold snap.

Later this week I need to go grocery shopping and buy yarn (my sister has requested a knit wool hat for her trip to Norway in about a month. Yeah, Norway in winter. It’s actually warmer there than here right now, so...) and pay rent and a bunch of other stuff, but for today? If I can get like, half of this list done I’ll be happy.

[shadowsong26fic]

Character limit won't let me post the whole thing, but from “I’m fine,” he said. “I want to...want to see the baby. Please?” to "Starbursts, he realized. These--the twins--they’re are my starbursts." from Part 1 chapter 8 of Precipice. I love that section so very much.

Yay! I’m very fond of that bit, too!

[Full quote and commentary behind the cut.]

[Ask me about a scene!]

“I’m fine,” he said. “I want to…want to seethe baby. Please?” He tried to smile, as reassuringly as he could, and thoughthe managed to pull it off.

She quirked a smile of her own, but he could still feel worrybleeding after her. He did his best to look fully alert and awake and not asbreathless and pathetic as he felt. “All right. Don’t move.” She slipped off,out of view, returning a few seconds later with a squirmy little pile ofblankets. “This is Leia,” she said, very carefully setting the baby on his lap.

Leia.

She was so tiny.

“Hi,” he breathed, barely noticing when Padme slipped off again.“Hi, Leia. I’m…uh, I’m your dad.”

Leia made a faint noise, batting around with her tiny, tiny fists,narrowly missing hitting him.

“And this,” Padme said, carefully perching on the edge of the bedholding–

Wait, what…?

“This is Luke.”

??????!!!!!!

“Luke…?”

“Mmhmm.” She shifted her hold on the baby–the other baby, there were two babies how werethere two entire babies–so hecould see his son’s face a little clearer.

Luke was asleep, or at least he had his eyes closed and he wasn’twriggling like Leia. But he had the cutest little nose Anakin had ever seen–isthat a weird thing to notice?–and then he sighed faintly and burrowed deeper into Padme’s arms.

“Oh,” Anakin breathed, realizing he’d been silent for way toolong, staring. “Oh, wow.”

Padme grinned at him. “They’re pretty perfect, aren’t they?”

Starbursts, he realized. These–the twins–they’re mystarbursts.

So, this was always going to be a Big Important scene–this is the first time Anakin actually meets his kids, right? Well, I mean, they’ve been there, but he’s been kept sedated for the last week, so he hasn’t been really aware.

Anyway, he notices them pretty much as soon as he wakes up–only he doesn’t know it’s them; he senses these two entities that are full of Light, but sort of unfinished, and he doesn’t quite know what to make of them. Especially since he and Padme hadn’t figured out they were having twins.

(My personal theory on why not, incidentally, is that the Force is sort of hedging its bets; prepping for the Worst Case Scenario in which it would be very bad for Anakin to know that there are two babies.)

Which brings me to what is one of my favorite funny lines I have ever written: how were there two entire babies.

Ehhhhh, maybe I’m easily amused, but it makes me giggle every time I reread it. ^_^

Right. Yes. Tangent aside, Anakin’s first meeting with the twins. So, he sensed these two presences, but he’s a) got no frame of reference to figure out they’re his babies, and b) still coming out of sedation, so all he really knows is that they’re good and comforting and the three of them all gravitate towards one another, which is why he starts thinking of them as starbursts. They absolutely light up his life. And there’s this moment of…just pure joy. I mean, slightly confused joy, because Anakin’s still pretty heavily medicated and also in a fair amount of pain, but…

Which brings me to–so, part of where I was going for with Anakin, at least in this particular moment, was…you know that one Buzzfeed video, with the drunk girls and the puppies, and that one who’s all “I can’t protect them!!!!!”?

Basically, this gif:

Yeah. That definitely informed how I wrote Anakin in this moment XD

And Padme–Padme’s just so relieved that Anakin is conscious, and that they’re all alive and together and she knows she’s going to have to break this moment and get to the serious questions in a minute but, dammit, they’ve earned this.

Let’s see, what else…oh, the way/order she introduces the twins is important here. I’d decided from the beginning of planning out this fic, that Anakin was going to raise Leia and Padme was going to raise Luke. And, unlike in canon, there’s really no logical way to decide which twin goes where, once the decision is made to split them up.

(In canon, of course, Bail and Breha have specifically discussed adopting a daughter, which is why Leia goes to them and Luke goes to Owen and Beru.)

So, Padme hands Leia to Anakin, then goes back and brings Luke over. And this wasn’t that Anakin bonds first/more with Leia, so much as how they make the decision later is–Anakin is holding Leia, and Padme is holding Luke.

Also, going back to how this was such an Important Moment–I wanted it to be a fairly quiet one, all things considered? Just like when Anakin and Obi-Wan meet, it’s a Huge Deal because of the larger context we already know going in and all, but in the moment, for the two of them, it’s pretty much barely a blip on the radar. I like that–when The Most Important moments of a character’s life and/or a particular relationship are small ones.

…I think that’s pretty much what I have to say on this bit. It’s happy, and quiet, and it’s important that it’s happy and quiet because of everything else that happens in this chapter, and everything that’s happened leading up to it. This little island of (slightly confused) joy. And a funny moment, and a sweet moment, and…yeah.

Hope that was enlightening/entertaining/somewhere along the lines of what you were looking for!

[obiwan824]

The List- Obi-Wan x Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: Death, disease, angst.

“Obi,” she breathed, her voice a mere whisper against the hum of the machine.

“Y/N,” he said shakily, closing his eyes for a brief minute before looking at her again. “How are you, my love?” She took note of how hoarse and rough his voice was.

“I'm fine, Obi,” she assured, smiling. “Are you?”

He seemed surprised. “Of course I'm okay, of course. Are you- how- can I get you anything?”

“No, no,” Y/N sighed, reaching out her hand and making a grabbing motion. He chuckled as he took her hand.

“Your condition is stable,” Obi-Wan recited, more to himself than to his wife. “You should be fine in a few weeks, at the most.”

“So I've been told.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, squeezing her hand.

“It's okay, Obi-Wan. It's okay.”

It's not okay, Obi-Wan thought bitterly. Nothing is okay.

“Want to check the list?”

She brightened instantly. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!”

They both laughed at her change of mood and childish attitude while Obi-Wan pulled out a few sheets of crumpled paper, worn thin with use and stapled together. Each line on the paper carried an item, some task she wanted to complete with a box next to it. Each side of the paper was filled, filled to the brim with everything she had ever wanted to do- her bucket list.

“We've done all the traveling,” Obi-Wan announced, reading over the list. “Just a few little trips to the library and park and such. I already checked with the doctor, it's fine with her if we go out a few times a week.”

“Yay!” she exclaimed, and Obi-Wan grinned.

“Just a few more things,” he said, flipping through the pages. “We're almost done. Then what?”

She thought for a minute. “We make a new one.”

He laughed. “You should rest. I have to go to work, but I'll be back right after. Need anything else?”

Y/N thought. “I- no. Can I see the list, though?”

Obi-Wan nodded and handed it to her, kissing her forehead and then her lips. “See you soon, love.”

She watched as he left, then looked down to her list, read the items, remembered the times.

Have a spontaneous late-night picnic.

“Obi,” she whispered, a grin on her face. “Obi-Wan, wake up!”

He woke with a start, eyes wide, and let out a sound of surprise at her gentle shaking.

“Love, what are you- how did you- why-”

“Just come with me,” she said softly, tugging him out of the bed. “Wanna get changed?”

He gestured to his half-dressed state and raised an eyebrow. “Where are we going at 3:00 AM?”

“A picnic!” she held up a basket filled to the brim with food. “Now get dressed, sleepy head. I'll be in my room.”

She kissed his cheek playfully and left, making her way back to her own bedroom. She pulled on socks and some sneakers and grabbed her precious list.

A few minutes later, they were in a deserted part of the local park, surrounded by grass and trees and sitting on a soft blanket.

“Coffee?”

Obi-Wan made a sound that was a cross between a yes and a moan of relief. Y/N laughed and poured him a mug. She smiled at the sight of her usually reserved best friend's willingness to come with her on a new wild adventure.

She pulled out the list and checked off the latest item before studying the list again.

“Tired?” she said with a laugh, noticing his half-closed eyes and slouch.

“Just a bit, love,” he assured her, taking a large sip of his coffee.

“Willing to stay up all night?”

He choked on his drink. “Sorry, what?”

She laughed again and held up the crumpled sheets of paper. “For the list!”

He softened. “For the list.”

…

She laughed at the memory, tracing her finger along the words, ignoring the spot of the ink on the pad. She moved onto the next line on the paper, and frowned a bit, biting her lip.

Tell Obi-Wan.

“Next thing on the list,” Y/N announced, trying to scrounge up a smile.

“Is it dangerous?” Obi-Wan sighed. “Or damaging to my health? No more all-nighters, N/N, I love you, but I can't handle anymore.”

She laughed. “It's not. It's.. more serious.” She showed him the list.

“Tell Obi-Wan.. tell me what?”

Y/N took a deep breath. “I- I'm sick, Obi-Wan.”

He was quick to jump up and place a hand on her forehead. “Are you okay? Do you need medicine or an Advil? I'll go get the blanket, and some-”

“No,” she said firmly as he snapped out of his daze. “Obi, I'm- I'm really sick. I have been for a few years now, but I just found out. I'm- I'm not going to get better.”

Obi-Wan paused for a long time, frozen in place. “N/N?”

She stared at him nervously, wringing her hands under the kitchen table.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said finally. “I've loved you for a long time, I always will love you. I know I'm rushing this, but I can't waste time anymore. Will you- will you marry me, Y/N?”

“What?” she said slowly, her eyes filling with tears.

He closed his own eyes. “I don't know. I- I don't want to wait. I adore you. I don't have a ring, but you get the- I'm sorry, I'm rambling, I just love you so much and-”

“I love you too, Obi-Wan,” she said quietly. “Of course I'll marry you.”

He grinned and put his arms around her, bringing her body against his. “Can I kiss you?”

“We're engaged, Obi,” she laughed. “Of course.”

He crashed his lips against hers in a sweet, brief peck. She opened her mouth in surprise, smiling against her fiance's lips. They pulled away far too quickly for her taste.

“That was-” he started.

“Magical,” she finished airily. “Oh! The list!”

She pulled out the familiar pages, grabbed a pen off the desk, and checked off two boxes. He read them over her shoulder, his smile growing.

Get engaged (to Obi-Wan, preferably.)

Get Obi-Wan to like you.

…

Though it started off so sad, by the end of her flashback, the young woman was smiling. She slowly touched her lips, remembering her first kiss with Obi-Wan, and missed her husband terribly. She knew he would be back, but something was wrong. She felt something was off, although she couldn't figure out what. With a shrug, she looked at the next item.

Marry Obi-Wan

“God, you're beautiful.”

“I think I'm supposed to say that to you?” Obi-Wan chuckled, making it more of a question. She shrugged.

“What can I say, my love? You are stunning.”

The crowd laughed, and the priest cracked a smile. Y/N and Obi-Wan stood silently as the priest spoke, remembering their moments together. She smiled at she looked into her love's eyes.

“I do.”

“I do.”

…

She felt her throat tighten, but not with tears. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. She tried to reach for the button that would allow help to come, or her phone to call Obi-Wan, but her arm refused to move. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and read the final item.

Have a child with Obi-Wan.

She worked up the strength to put a hand on her stomach, squeezing her eyes shut again. She imagined the beautiful boy or girl that had yet to come, and let out a sigh, her voice shaking.

Something was wrong. Something was wrong.

Y/N sat for a minute before finally grabbing her phone and dialing Obi-Wan's cell phone number.

She swallowed hard, wondering which breath would be her last. She was praying he would pick up. She needed to hear his voice right now, she knew she couldn't survive without his voice ringing in her ears.

The phone rang once, twice.

Then she heard his voice and breathed a sigh of relief. Her relief was short-lived.

It was his voice mail.

She called as many times as she could, tears beginning to slip from her eyes.

“Obi, Obi,” she cried, finally pressing the button allowing a nurse to come. The nurse ran in.

“Are you alright, ma'am?”

“I don't think so,” Y/N replied, her voice so quiet and strained the nurse struggled to hear her.

Y/N focused on her breathing, keeping her hand firmly placed on her stomach.

“My- my husband,” she choked out. “He's not here. He's not answering his cell.”

“The hospital called him,” the nurse said quickly. “He's on his way.”

Y/N managed a nod, struggling to even move. Her breathing became more labored, and she seriously doubted she would live the day. She thought of her child and wondered what would become of them.

“Will my child-”

“Everything is taken care of, ma'am. You will be going through labor shortly.”

“Oh!” Y/N exclaimed with a soft laugh, hoping now more than ever that her Obi-Wan would be there shortly. She felt her vision going black, however, and tried to alert the nurse.

“It's okay,” the nurse assured her. “Just stay awake, Ms. Kenobi. Stay awake.”

“I- I can't-”

The doctor arrived before she could finish, ready to help her give birth. Y/N, however, wasn't awake to see it. She finally let herself slip into sleep. Her last thought was of Obi-Wan, her best friend, her husband, the father of her child. The man she would love for as long as she could, and the man who would love her for all eternity.

…

Obi-Wan rocked the child gently in his arms, cooing softly.

“Ssh, ssh, princess,” he whispered. “It's okay. Daddy's here.”

The baby cried on, making Obi-Wan roll his eyes.

“Stubborn, just like your mother,” he said quietly, choking on his words. He thought of her again, of his beautiful wife, who always made him laugh, who always made him happy and made him fall more in love with her with every word.

Y/N. He hated himself more every day when he thought of what he had done. How he had set his phone to vibrate when she had desperately called him in her last moments of life. How he had taken a route to the hospital that was always full of traffic when she had given birth to his precious daughter. How he had struggled to find a parking spot when she had died.

How he hadn't been there for any of it, he hadn't known when he left her in that hospital bed it would be the last time he saw her alive. The last time the very sight of her beautiful body didn't make him burst into tears.

He had pried the precious list from her fingers, kissing her forehead and taking her favorite pen from his bag. He had checked off the final box on her list, written in blue ink on the very bottom of the page.

Have someone who loves you with all their heart.

Whether she knew it or not, he would always love her. And he would do his best to do the one thing she had strived to do from day one.

He would complete the List whether she liked it or not. 

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