SAM!!!!!!!! Congrats on your anniversary and your follower milestone!!!! I’m so glad you’re here and alive on Earth. You’re an amazing writer and extremely beautiful person 💕💕💕💕
🖋 I would like to request prompt #62 (Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up) with Obi-Wan (surprise surprise). I’m so excited to read what you write!!!!
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Aah Em! You are truly such a wonderful soul and your incredible edits and writing always absolutely stun me. I feel so insanely lucky to know you and be able to share in everything you create, my friend. Thank you so much for this wonderful prompt! I decided to do something a tiny bit different with it, and so we've got Phantom Menace era!Obi-Wan, pre-beard. I really hope you like it, and thank you so much again! 💕 x
62: lazy morning kisses before they've even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wakeup
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x GN!Reader
Word Count: 350 words
Warnings: Implied sexual themes
Rating: M
The gentle chiming of bells roll up into your dream before they wake you. You have a brief moment of confused disorientation; wondering why bells are ringing beneath the watery surface of Glee Anselm before your eyes twitch open, and you’re back in your room.
Light streams through the slitted temple windows and onto your fingers, curled at the edge of your sleeping pallet. Identical in design to every other sleeping pallet in the Temple, the fibres are nevertheless uniquely distinct to you; right down the faintly darkened place where you’d knelt in meditation with a scorch-mark on your robes.
Except…the mark isn’t there. This isn’t your sleeping pallet. You frown, forcing your tired eyes further open, momentarily confused. The robes rumpled beside the pallet aren’t yours either. Then you see the hilt sticking out from the trousers tangled on the floor, still clipped in place, and it all rushes back.
Sneaking into Kenobi’s rooms after training late into the night. Listening to him complain about failing the Trials…again. Teasing him about your own significantly less spectacular failure the week before. Tumbling into bed with him. You just hadn’t meant to fall asleep here.
Your Master is away from the Temple serving as a diplomatic escort. But his Master's room is right next door. If you get caught…
Carefully, taking care not to disturb the covers, you roll until you’re facing him. His fair cheeks are faintly flushed, his braid hanging loose across his face. The pallet is tiny, and you’re pressed close enough to feel the lazy beating of his heart through your own skin.
“What?” he mumbles, without opening his eyes.
“We’re gonna be in so much trouble for this,” you murmur.
“Qui-Gon doesn’t care,” he returns, pulling you closer, his lips moving against yours with his next words. “He was already sleeping in Master Lynir’s room anyway.”
Reaching out, you can sense the truth of his words: there’s nobody next door. There’s nobody else on this entire level. You let your eyes drift closed again, snuggling closer, your lips still touching.
hi, tess!!!! tysm for tagging me in the wip tag game <33 i am v interested to hear about 'prophetic dreams or something' 👀
Thank you for the ask Em! So– "Prophetic Dreams or Something" is probably the most abstract fic I have on here. It's another Savage Opress x Reader fic and it could almost be classified as a solemate fic? Idk if I'm even going to make it smut or not. But basically it plays around with the idea that the reader is very mildly connected to the force and is having these almost nightly dreams where she keeps seeing these glowing eyes watching her from the dark. And when she talks about them to others it kinda freaks them out but she feels rather comforted by the eyes. Long story short– she ends up running into Savage and they both recognize each other from their dreams.
"Dank farrik–" It's him. You know it in your gut. You don't know how or why but it sure as hell couldn't be anyone else.
He's silent. Silent and still as he stands towering over you. Blanketing you in his shadow from the high white sun that looks down on you both. His amber eyes and ocher skin, both decorated in onyx, both seem to glow.
"I–" Your words jumble in your mouth. Unsure what to say to a dream made real. "I think I know you..."
1 thing i appreciate abt the mandalorian is that mando, while being a badass bounty hunter archetype, isnt invincible and gets his ass kicked at least 1x per episode.
