But daylight is so close.

Ind. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Written by Lea.

[lightfaithed]

“Sometimes, when Qui-Gon considers it, he is awed by his student’s steadfastness. Every person Obi-Wan ever truly loved – Anakin, Satine, Padmé, and Qui-Gon himself – came to a terrible end. Three of them died before his eyes; the other fell to a fate so bleak that death would’ve been a gift. The Jedi Order that provided the entire framework for Obi-Wan’s life was consumed by betrayal and slaughter. Every step of this long, unfulfilling journey is one Obi-Wan had to take alone…and yet he never faltered. As the rest of the galaxy burned, his path remained true. It is the kind of victory that most people never recognize and yet the bedrock all goodness is built upon.”

LIGHTFAITHED - an independent, selective Obi-Wan Kenobi from the Star Wars franchise. Mixed canon and headcanon based. Written by Lea (she/her, 30+).  

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[jorolle]

kenobi chapter xlvii: meditation - john jackson miller

[tokinwrites]

time to move on…

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM GOTHAM *  assorted dialogue from season 3 of the tv show, adjust as necessary

is that why you're here? to ask questions you already know the answers to?

you know what makes a hero? a man who values protecting others above protecting himself.

i'm so sorry this happened.

that's it? no "welcome back?"

wars are fought one battle at a time.

you belong behind bars.

this city was built because of men like me.

so you did some good. so what? doesn't mean you're above the law. nobody is.

you look gorgeous. no surprise.

you need to leave, right now.

[name], where the hell are you?

why does it feel like we keep saying goodbye?

it was such a pleasant surprise when i discovered that the two of you were together. you know, after the gag reflex.

did you just fake cough?

you don't have any whiskey, do you?

it seems you left dinner just in time.

we'll keep an eye on him.

once a criminal, always a criminal.

i don't know what i would do if something happened to you.

like an idiot, i would wake up thinking, hoping that the next day, you would show up at my door.

after everything that's happened, you really have nothing to say to me?

i bet you were close growing up.

you want to explain yourself?

have you changed your mind?

you wanted to talk.

what do you have to offer?

surprised to see me?

wow. so this is where you live.

i feel like i walked into something.

i do not want to get in trouble. odd as it might seem, i do enjoy working here.

you don't control me anymore.

what the hell are you doing here?

why didn't you kill me?

if i didn't know better, i'd accuse you of being a sentimentalist.

sounds like you're busy. maybe i should go.

what happens when there aren't anymore?

i don't think this place is running out of monsters anytime soon.

i get to go home when i want, get drunk when i want.

hello? we're closed.

this is harder than i thought.

i'm happy for you.

it's not a compliment.

if you leave now, i won't call the cops.

any chance you want to come quietly?

you taking care of yourself?

you okay, [name]? world getting you down?

just trying to be nice.

it's a puzzle. the trick is opening it.

it was a lovely thought.

hear that? you should be lauded.

you have a family here.

i imagine you're here about your offer.

i only want what's best for you.

good luck finding anyone to take that job.

someone should do a story on you.

i got nothing to say.

i was going to say it's hard to find a quiet bar in the city.

i like coming here.

why are you being so kind?

i know the feeling.

details can be distracting. sometimes, a simple solution is best.

drop the gun.

i'm sorry i was gone for so long.

what the hell are you doing?

we had a deal.

you're a son of a bitch.

i knocked.

was a new alarm system really necessary?

i imagine you have some ideas.

you tried to kill me.

is that why you're angry?

for someone who has everything, you have no idea what you actually want.

there are about thirty witnesses.

why would he leave?

no one's ever looked at me like that.

i've never had a friend. i've never had anyone.

you have no idea what it's like to spend your whole life alone.

people are overrated.

[raphaerolo]

What if a Jedi's eyes glowed to match their lightsaber tho

[lightfaithed]

Hello! I'm dusting off the cobwebs of Obi-Wan's poor face!

[lightfaithed]

her  hands  cupped  his  cheeks,  cherry  lips  first  planting  a  kiss  on  his  mouth  to  silence  him,  then  to  travel  to  a  spot  on  his  right  cheek  that  her  thumb  had  just  stroked,  soft  pecks  finding  their  way  towards  his  earlobe.  having  an  entire  afternoon  and  night  on  their  own  was  a  rarity,  and  a  babysitter  like  t’pring  even  more  so.  a  good  five  minutes  of  complete  silence  had  passed  before  padmé  had  begun  to  pamper  the  half  of  her  heart  with  kisses  in  the  kitchen  as  they’d  watched  amma  and  t’pring  eventually  turn  around  the  corner. ❝ ... on… the counter ? ❞ she murmured suggestively, ❝ ... bed ? ❞

Wax in her soft and skilled hands, that was what he was. He shivered pleasantly at every kiss she gifted him, his want growing by the moment. Padmé never required much to make Obi-Wan pounce her, but usually they were in a more private and comfortable environment. Anyone who deemed themselves above the simple but effective comfort of a bed was a fool. At the same time he was of course not beyond trying anything new with her.

He saw the last traces of T'Pring's long raven hair swish around the corner and heard Amma's enthusiastic babbling grow quiet. He wouldn't have thought that a Vulcan could make for such a good babysitter and was delighted to be proven wrong.

"Counter, of course," he smiled, eyes dark with love and lust. He reached for her narrow waist and lifted Padmé onto said counter. They had never tried this before, especially not in the presence of someone, but Vulcans had sharp hearing and T'Pring would take Amma somewhere else to give them privacy.

Eager for more kisses, Obi-Wan locked their lips while skilled fingers began to undress her. No matter how intricate Padmé's garments were - and she possessed very elaborate pieces - he had made it his own personal mission to train and perfect his undressing skills. At times they were in a hurry, so this ability came in handy.

[lightfaithed]

Your favourite daddy has been summoned on this father's day

[lightfaithed]

Obi-Wan bringing baby @tapalslegacy to the temple: I made this

[lightfaithed]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it's time to spread positivity!!!!

[lightfaithed]

@alootus: ☄ oh.

Obi-Wan would have never thought that there was such joy to be found in a mundane life. Of course a part of him had always wondered about it. It was human nature to crave what one did not have, Jedi or no, and the unknown held a fascination.

Back then when he was fifteen years younger, he couldn't have imagined ever forsaking the Jedi path for anything, or anyone. Not even Satine had coaxed him away from his oath, though in all fairness, she had never truly tried. Perhaps she would have been successful after all.

Now, things had changed. The war had demanded a lot from him and Padmé was giving him so much. It had been the only right choice to say goodbye to his old life and embrace his new one. He was done giving and ready to receive.

To his fellow Jedi it may seem like he had traded a life of excitement for boredom, but that was not true. Marriage was its own adventure and wild ride. Living together with a wife was different compared to living with a community. Raising a child was a different kind of difficult, compared to saving a hostage.

And Padmé never ceased to amaze him with her endless patience, understanding and love, making each day a joy.

Now, as they walked on a street in the upper levels of Coruscant - the pretty part of the planet naturally, and Obi-Wan's favourite - their hands entwined, a rogue speeder proved that you can take the Jedi out of the temple, but you can't take the temple out of the Jedi. Obi-Wan's superior reflexes and foresight made him grab Padmé and all their purchases, and he pulled her away from the incoming vehicle that crashed into a glass window of a boutique.

"Do you think he crashed the speeder on purpose?" Obi-Wan asked dryly, glaring at the driver who was either drunk or had made a poor attempt on his wife's life - which was another factor that kept his life interesting.

[lightfaithed]

@empreys : ☄

When Obi-Wan got in contact with an elusive informant for a mission that should have been easy enough, the other refused to communicate with him. At first Obi-Wan believed he simply may not wish to interact with Jedi in general anymore, having found someone who paid him more. But after annoying the man for so long, he at least revealed that he only spoke to a certain Jedi.

One trip to the archives later, after having looked through recent mission logs, Obi-Wan saw that Padawan Rey had been the last Jedi on that planet, not too long ago, on a mission of her own.

Obi-Wan went to look for her in the temple and hoped she was even on Coruscant. His face lit up when he spotted her, walking through a hallway. Catching up to her, Obi-Wan offered her a nod of his head in greeting.

"Don't be scared. I just need you to come with me for a minute."

Alright. That did come off a little unsettling. He had to laugh at how he managed to accidentally make it sound nefarious.

[soul-from-another-era]

Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.

[rptoolkit]

Send me a ☄

And I will make you a starter using this random dialogue generator.

[littlestpersimmon]

The Celestial Dance

[stargone]

xue li may not be as powerful as some of the entities that existed in coruscant's underbelly but plenty of people knew not to cross her. apparently, however, not everyone got that damned memo. she couldn't tell if it was a targeted attack just due to his status as a jedi knight, a trophy to show off to other's or if it was to send a message directly to her. if xue li knew these kind, probably both. this entire thing made her stomach twist in knots, nausea thick in her as she made her way through the streets. fury in brown eyes. she could tell that people were aware of things being amiss with the way they separated and moved to the side walks. right hand lifted to unclasp a bracelet that was wrapped half way up her arm, flicking it hard as it connected into a baton. it was not really an understatement that she was seeing red. she hated when her things were messed with and unfortunately for these bastards, obi-wan kenobi was included into her things now. as time stretched it made her more anxious and furious. but thankfully, xue li had weasled some information free and walked into the warehouse. it was all happening in a blur almost, the ease of which xue li used her smaller frame and quickness to rid of the main smugglers 'guarding' the area before strutting into the main floor, dark eyes narrowed in on obi-wan and it takes everything inside of her to not run at them, letting out a blood curdling scream of absolute fury. " if you really craved my attention that much, you could have came to the bar. " xue li spoke evenly but her tone dripped ice and venom as she walked forward, blood splattered along her silk gown as they all slowly spun toward her, running and with a speed she only learned from living in the beast's belly does she dart forward, swinging her baton out and snapping it against their legs, knees, guts until one by one was folded to the floor.

[lightfaithed]

At first he believed he may be hallucinating and that the concussion they had given him granted him, at the very least, a very self-indulgent fantasy being played out before his eyes.

But no, the cries of pain and the whacks of the baton were very much real. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Xue Li was so swift and moved with the grace of a dancer. Every strike was accurate and calculated, a stark contrast to the chaotic, panicked moves of the smugglers, who had obviously not expected her here.

Obi-Wan blinked like an owl, utterly besotted as carnage took its course around him. He had managed to roll onto his side to watch, as the last two men, who had been close to him, rushed Xue Li in a combination of stupidity and hubris. Or perhaps they knew that even if they had ran, she wouldn't have spared them.

"You're a sight for sore eyes, my beauty." Obi-Wan said fondly, voice still slightly wheezy. All the air in his lungs had fled when his stomach had been kicked.

He turned onto his back, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes to let them rest for a moment. Slowly the world stopped spinning. He knew Xue Li was close, as the familiar scent of her perfume drifted over to him like a butterfly.

"Did any of those goons drop a key, perhaps?" The shackles beneath him dug into his back and were phsyical reminders of his very stupid mistake.

[macabrec0uture]

Turning his gaze towards the barman a pair of sharp blue eyes fixed onto him, analysing the figure before him. It was strange for him to be addressed so directly, usually his entourage put off the majority from making any form of contact. Nyx’s various other associates were already tracking down the Rodian, he had a reputation to uphold, and an example had to be made. They would be brought to a place with no witnesses, no peaking shadows and a lasting statement would be made, you either showed Axel respect, or you would not be doing any form of business with anyone ever again. He had heard rumours about the barman in question, he wondered if he came cheaply, he could use the eyes and ears of someone in such an establishment with a range of paying customers.

“Yes well occasionally they learn what is good for them” his comment was clear, cutting. If only he knew, he didn’t do forgiveness often, even if he wouldn’t be the one wiping away green blood, someone else would be. Under his employees were a range of different experts, cutthroats and various individuals that when grouped, made up an organisation very similar to the criminal syndicates of the galaxy. The Crimson Dawn had attempted to recruit him on two separate occasions, the Hutts searched for him, and he had a way of planting mixed intel to confuse the latter, just for fun. “Considering where you are standing, you are very bold. What do I call you? Do you fancy a pay rise, I don’t ask for much, only those beautiful blue eyes and those ears of yours to be put to good use.”

@lightfaithed

[lightfaithed]

Bold was an apt way to describe Ben. Having lost far too much did that to a man, who had nothing more to lose. He had only managed to cling to his sanity by taking step after step. Day after day. Enjoying every small interaction for what it was. He didn't plan for the future anymore but rather lived each day the way it fell.

Still, having more money would solve a lot of his problems. Keeping a low profile was surprisingly expensive. Ben would prefer to keep to himself more but he needed to make a living and staying away without the wealth that would provide him with a stash of food and drink was no option.

Because he needed to work, he had to show more of himself, and this lead to him hiding in plain sight. At first he had been nervous, scared even. Every gaze made him feel exposed and fear someone recognized him. He had been sure that the Empire was on the way to collect his head. Eventually he had gotten used to the uneasy peace. 'Obi-Wan Kenobi is a barkeep in a cantina on Tatooine' sounded like an information the Empire would ignore anyways.

"I'm Ben, and I'm very much interested in what you're offering."

Had someone told him that in the future he would become an informant for what could only be the boss of a crime syndicate, Ben would have deemed them crazy. His fall from grace was truly embarrassing.

"But how do you know that I'm not already sworn to someone else? A competitor perhaps?"

There was a mild smile on his bearded face, indicating that he was in fact not sworn to anyone. He was merely very curious. Ben may not approve of criminal activities but not even he was immune to the fascination.