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Do you still take requests or nah
I probably wouldn’t write it any time soon just because the inspiration isn’t really there rn for star wars but if you wanted to send one anyways for me to hold onto for future reference that’s fine by me
Does this blog still active?
Not really? My star wars hyperfixation has retreated into the shadows for the time being but I’m sure at some point it will emerge again and I’ll want to write some obi-wan fics sdasfasdfs
Me: The prequels are my favorite trilogy.
Everyone:
there is nothing i would not do for poe dameron
Happy Star Wars Day! Some old pieces for ya!
Cuddling Headcanons
Requested by anon
Han:
-A very casual cuddler
-He’s not super clingy, he leans back and just holds out an arm so there’s room for you
-He keeps any sort of grip on you pretty loose
-But he loves if you cling to him
-A big fan of hugs from behind, giving and receiving
-Will deny that he enjoys anything to anyone ever if they ask about it though
-What’s that? Do you guys cuddle a lot? No, sorry, Han Solo has never been hugged before in his life how dare you even bring it up to him
-But then goes home and throws himself on the couch, opening his arms up to invite you to snuggle up to his side
-If he thinks you’re asleep he’ll even smooch your head and nuzzle you with his nose before he lets himself fall asleep as well
Luke:
-Holy shit you would think this touch starved kid had never been shown human affection before ever in his life with the way he cuddles
-He can’t get enough of it
-He likes the kind of cuddles where you’re completely wrapped up in each other and unable to tell where one of you ends and the other starts
-Tangles of limbs and blankets as you giggle and whisper to each other in the dark
-Or just letting the other know you’re thinking about them with an arm around the waist and a head on the shoulder while someone else is talking
-Says “I wish I were cuddling (Y/N) rn” at least once a day
-It drives everyone crazy
-Loves when you brush his hair out of his eyes while you’re laying together
Han and/or Luke
Okay sorry about the wait, I’m finally able to sit down and actually write this. Should be up for you soon!
Do you have any asks? I sent one a whike ago but i think tumblr ate it
Yes I do! I have a request for cuddle headcanons but I have not had the chance to write anything recently so I just haven’t answered it yet. If that’s not your request feel free to resend yours :)
“Brothers”
deleted fight scene between finn and kylo
I love Obi Wan Kenobi
Obi Wan 25 🙂🥺🥺
— a sunday kind of love
prompts: 25. wrapping arms around them when they make breakfast
pairing: obi-wan x princess!reader
word count: 876
It’s a different kind of silent. A warm, sweet type of silence, the type that floats about like ribbons of light, the type that winds itself around your nose and lips, the type that — if it had a scent — would smell of sweet geraniums and magnolias.
The silence is an appreciated source of relief from the last night. You don’t remember much; it had all happened so quickly.
After your mother, the Queen, had publicly announced her new affiliation with the Republic and condemned the Separatists, tension had been growing. There’d been badly-veiled threats, dangerous promises, but your mother took it all in stride — as did you. As the heir to Aradon, it was important for you to realise why your mother was siding with the Republic despite the danger to her life — despite the danger to yours.
And the danger came, of course. In the form of three masked assailants who climbed to the top of the castle and broke into your room through the glass ceiling. For a moment, as the glass came shattering down upon you like some twisted shower of rain, you’d been scared. But the intruders’ feet had barely touched the ground before your door slammed open and a comforting humming permeated the air.
Obi-Wan. Or, Master Kenobi, you should call him. But you don’t, and you haven’t, not since he was assigned to protect you until the situation blew over.
You had screwed your eyes shut, clinging to the softness of your bedsheets, breathing shaky and eyes prickling with tears. It was panic, mostly, not fear, because you knew that Obi-Wan would never let them hurt you — but the grunts and the sound of glass cracking beneath their feet and the dangerous growl of Obi-Wan’s lightsaber—
The sun streams in pleasant beams through the window. You had been relocated to your summer house — hidden away in the forest, surrounded by mountains and greenery and the largest lake on the planet. The memories here have always been pleasant, always filled with goodwill and safety. It had been your home away from home ever since you were a babe; you used to pick flowers from the forest to make crowns, and go foraging for berries, and have picnics by the side of the lake, flowers plaited in your hair.
With a sigh, you roll over to your side. Obi-Wan is not beside you — but of course, you sensed it from the moment you woke up. He has a way of filling the space he resides in — not cloyingly so, but in a way that makes you feel safe. Protected. (Loved.) The space he had been lying in is barely warm — and so, you slip from bed in search of your love with a silken robe wrapped around your body.
It’s not so hard to find him — you follow the smell of sweet tea and the sound of sizzling to the kitchen, where he no doubt found himself after debriefing with Captain Rex and General Skywalker via holoprojector. He stands with his back to you, preoccupied with the food cooking before him — and it’s such a domestic, regular, mundane image, but you suddenly have to know if he knows how he looks like this; those golden, sandy locks of his almost set aflame with the orange of the rising sun, his broad figure suddenly much softer in the morning light.
“I can feel you staring, my dear.”
“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.” But like a moon pulled into orbit, you drift over to him — wind your arms around his waist and press your cheek to his back, eyes fluttering shut. “You weren’t there when I woke up.”He hums, smoothing his thumbs over the back of your hands — and when he turns them over, sees the scrapes and cuts that remain on your palms from last night, he makes a disgruntled noise in his throat. You can only smile sleepily as you feel him lift your left hand to his lips — his other hand preoccupied with making sure your breakfast doesn’t burn.
“I had to debrief with Rex and Anakin. Your mother is safe — she thinks it best if I stay with you until talks with the Republic are finished.”
“How ever will I survive?” You muse. “Kept in a beautiful house by a dashing Jedi Master— Obi-Wan—!”
A complete abuse of skill, it is — quicker than your tired mind can register, he turns and hoists you up on the counter by the waist. His lips tug up at the corners, fond and affectionate as you pull your robe tighter around yourself.
“The dashing Jedi Master has made you breakfast,” he says, leaning teasingly towards you. Maker, he definitely knows the effect he has on you. How couldn’t he? You’re staring at his lips like they’re the answer to all your problems. Vaguely, you think they really might be. “Now, eat.”
“I would,” you murmur, “but the dashing Jedi Master is tempting me.”
“Well, the house is empty, and we’re alone,” whispered, this time, his lips brushing against yours, and you barely restrain a sigh, “we have plenty of time for temptation, dear.”
I'm so obsessed with this
Just wondering, have cuddling headcannons ever, y'know, crossed your mind?
For which character(s)?
POE AND OBI-WAN ARE GOOD CHARACTERS YESSSSSS
They have all my uwus
YOU MADE STAR WARS ACOUNTTTTTT AHHHHHHH
I DID MAKE A STAR WARS ACCOUNT I LOVE POE AND OBI-WAN SO MUCH DUDE
my favorite part in attack of the clones is when obi-wan just fucks off to play space nancy drew on Clone Rain Planet with the alarming giraffe-necked aliens and swans in like “HELLO IT’S ME, the jedi who definitely… … was here before and probably, uh, spoke to you, and stuff” and theyre like “ah you are here for the order” and hes like “beg pardon” and theyre like “the order of millions of identical human men?” and hes like “RIGHT YES. ABSOLUTELY I AM HERE FOR THE ORDER OF MILLIONS OF IDENTICAL HUMAN MEN”
and then later when he SNEAKS INTO A CORNER TO FUCKING… facetime yoda… like “ok so we have these millions of identical human men who were apparently suspiciously ordered for us by someone???” and yodas fucking response is just “when countless sapient lemons life gives you…….. send those lemons into intergalactic battle you must”
and obi-wan’s like “shit man you’re so right"
There literally isn’t a frame of this scene where Obi-Wan doesn’t look confused as hell
I can’t believe he killed Harrison Ford twice
