I'm still on the hunt for something to inspire you with and today I saw this https://www.tumblr.com/se7entyrell/811106067293601792/hi-could-i-request-a-mood-board-for-jack-abbot?source=share
(I don't even know the character 😭)
But imagine this with obi wan? Like he would be so sleepy and barely thinking and maybe he just hugs the reader the moment he gets off his ship after a grueling mission? I don't know he's just so bby girll
ding ding ding🔔🔔🔔🔔we have a winnerrrrrrr
i had no idea this was in me !!!!!! girl i just wrote this right here on tumblr, no draft, no review, nothing. This is literally the first thing I write in MONTHS. I hope you like it!! its a bit different than my usual stuff tho.
martial law
words: 1k
warnings: mentions of war and suggestive content
You had no idea where he had been lately. Only that he and Anakin returned with bruises, groggy and irritable.
Even more so because it was mandatory —as annoying as it is— that after arriving from a weeks-long mission, the first thing you were supposed to do was to report to the Council, listen to everybody else's conclussions and try to strategize the next move.
You had just arrived from a mission too, having spent the last weeks spying on separatists troops your entire body was exhausted, not to mention your mind.
But this was war after all; there weren't any breaks, nor sick-days. And war was known to get under your skin and re-arranging your senses up to the point you didn't even feel tired anymore; leaving you to acknowledge that rest was a privilege. One that you had lost when you joined the Jedi. So your body was no longer yours, it belonged to the Republic, so you would dedicate every single breath to keep IT.
Your body belonged to the Jedi, yes, but your heart belonged to someone else. Someone who was just as dooomed as yourself.
Having grown up at the Temple together hadn't made you oblivious to this man's looks. And though his eyes may have been hypnotizing, his voice a lullaby and his charm natural, it had been his kindness and warmth what had drawn you to him. Not that you had ever told him, of course. You couldn't. But you found yourself looking out for him at the Temple, sparring with him, meditating together and asking him out to the movies or whatever other innocent place you could go as friends. You'd bring him souvenirs from the places you visit, even if everytime he reminded you 'material things should not get ahold of your soul'.
But then the war had come. And suddenly the futility and vulnerability of your life had given you a sense of urgency. So you had kissed him unceremoniously at the hangar before you both left for your first mission. And ever since things had changed. It was like if all the caring and companionship you had grown for eachother throughout the year-long friendship had morphed—no, bastardized— into love.
Love. That thing that you were supposed not to feel. But this was war and exceptions had to be made to prevail under difficult circumstances.
So you lead armies and let yourself by led by their General. You would deceive enemies and the Jedi Order. You would bend traitors to their knees and do so yourself in the privateness of Master Kenobi's ship. To prevail.
What had began with urgency and desperation had turned tender and soft. And just as you found yourself fighting a battle with his tongue, using the Force to keep him below you and marking his skin with your nails; you also found yourself waking up next to him in complete peace, sending a pull through the Force to let him know you were alive and caring for his wounds in the late nights.
Suddenly the conviction that doomed you both to die a Jedi was the very same that allowed you to wake up with warm hands on your stomach and a strong chest on your back. It was all him: the prohibition and the solution. As was the war: your damnation and escape.
But while a ship in the galaxy was far from the rules of the Order, the Temple was not. In Coruscant things were still pretty much the same, as the high commands continued to live by the values so vehemently taught by the Order —the same ones you had vowed to obey—. So it had been a silent agreement that none of your outerspace arrangement would reach the halls of the capital.
Obi-wan seemed so tired when he arrived at the Council. You both had tried, and failed, to meet before. Just to get the frustration out of your systems and be able to pull up with a better face, but it had been impossible. So you sat next to him on the floor of the Council, as the elder masters continued to analyze the following battles. Obi-wan laid his head on your shoulder, and your hand crawled up to his nape to play with his hair. You liked it longer, he knew, but the times did not allow him to grow it and take proper care of it. 'vanity taints your soul', you kept telling him with a smirk. And with a smirk he would kiss you senseless.
Master Yoda would always take the last minutes of the meetings to remind everyone of the values the Jedi Order believed in; what the role of the Jedi was in the galaxy and excercises to continue growing the discipline that the order required.
It was that moment when you realized Obi-wan was asleep on your shoulder. His breathing had became even and the weight of his head on you was heavier. You did not move nor changed anything in the pattern your fingers drew on his scalp, the more he could rest the better.
The presentation finished and the Council stood before you, exchanging the final instructions. Obi-wan moved on your shoulder, you guessed to wake up, but instead a warmth breath tickled the conjucture where your neck meets your shoulder, laying a wet kiss that in any other set of circumstances would have marked your descend into pleasure. But your eyes were locked on Mace Windu's very own widened set.
"General Kenobi" He called, almost growling.
The man next to you sat straight, threw shoulders back and a charming smile his way. "Master Windu."
"Anything you would like to add?" The master pressed, an eyebrow crooked.
You heard Anakin's chuckle somewhere behind you. Your face felt warm and heavy.
Obi-wan stuttered, but for the life of you you couldn't look at him.
"Just—eh—that we should take care of ourselves and our colleagues." He proposed with one of his charming smiles that had everyone forget why they were worried to being with.
"That, you do" Master Yoda cut in with a suspicious look.
"I'm gonna close tumblr because I really need to focus on writing for my thesis"
ten minutes later
"yeah but what if he used the force to guess the color of your underwear"
Im on ep 5 of the acolyte why the fuck was this cancelled? There are the best lightsaber fighting scenes i have seen in quite a long time what the heck
also, how is this guy the same as the himbo in the good place? talk about range lol
grieving that none of the prequels had a single minute of female gazed scenes so now we only have scraps of all those lightsabers scenes when we could have had it all*
*hands close ups
thank youuu @obiknights for the tag and for proving wrong the universal belief that one should never meet one's idols.🫰
warnings: i am an oversharer
last song: CANDY - Remix by Rosalia oh, how i´d like this to be some ethereal whimsical song you have never heard before but your girl here needs dembow to write about gender-law issues
last book: frankenstein by mary shelley. I wanted to read it prior to the release of my paisano's adaptation and i have been bawling with the monster
last movie: life of chuck 💙 i am never getting over tom hiddleston
last tv show: i am not going into war again (a new show). We do comfort shows here: Sex & The City (yes, for the fifth time).
favourite color: baby pink🌸 for pretty much everything but clothing
spicy, sweet, savory: spicy. I can't risk my passport now can i? i was one of those who believed didn´t really like spicy food and then i went to europe and the us and realized i actually do. what do you mean the salsa you have is pomodoro/ketchup?
current obsession: obi-wan kenobi and yan dooku, apparently.
last search: google translate :( the lawyery struggle of knowing there is a legalese word that i suddenly forgot only raises to a million when trying to find that word in another language
looking forward to: my birthdayyyy🎂 i turn 28 next friday and my man is taking me out of town for the weekend, let us all pray for the rain to stop so we can enjoy the beach☀️
I haven’t written an epilogue but I have written an extra scene to fulfill your darkest wishes and make obi wan suffer. Priorities are clear, apparently.
Hii I'm craving some of your amazing writing so I thought I'd request ToT of course no pressure and you can totally ignore that if it doesn't float your boat. But imagine Obi-Wan begging reader not to go on a mission he knows will be dangerous? Like imagine him trying to pull all possible strings, trying to go on the mission too, to send more people, to have somebody else assigned instead of reader. And his last resort is just asking the reader if they would reconsider. I don't know. It sounds a bit angsty but maybe there could be some fluff and a reunion? Whatever you feel like ^^ thank you
bestie you... pushed me down a rabbit hole because it's been... *checks notes* 2k words of a dangerous mission + force bond + yearning and angst
girly... what have you doneeeeee omg im so excited can't wait to share it!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 here's a lil sneak peak
