Pairings: None
CW: None
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu
Summary: When Leia was kidnapped, Bail went to the one person he could trust to bring her home. Now Leia is back where she belongs, and all that's left is one last goodbye. But Obi-Wan may be a bit more injured than he let on.
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Bail is waiting on the landing pad as the shuttle touches down. Breha stands next to him, a hand on his elbow, and his own hands rest on Leia’s shoulders. His daughter bounces up and down on her toes, a tight bundle of excited energy. Bail can’t blame her, he'd spoken to Obi-Wan on Tatooine, but hasn’t seen his dear friend since then, and it will be a relief to look upon him with his own two eyes after everything Leia has told them.
The ramp of the shuttle opens and after a moment, a figure emerges from the dark interior, squinting in the bright Alderaani sun.
Obi-Wan stumbles slightly as he descends the ramp and Bail’s gaze narrows in on his typically graceful friend.
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
lol i am answering this super late but oh well
1. Stars Hide Your Fires
this is the first fic i wrote that i was really proud of, that i went, hey i'm actually a good writer and it has what i think are some of the best lines i've ever written and some really good descriptive imagery
2. Oathbreaking
this is my only fic to break 10k hits and 1k kudos, which i really wasn't expecting when i posted it because it was honestly one of my more self-indulgent stories. also i had so much fun using dai bendu
3. Amaranthine
the concept for this one put me in a chokehold and wouldn't let go, immortal-wan has such good whump potential. im actually posting the sequel very soon
4. See My Dreams All Die
i can't not put this one on the list. it's my longest and plottiest fic by a long shot and i loved writing it. it was one of the first things i wrote when i joined the kenobi kafé and having everyone cheer me on was amazing
5. Need a Friend
hard to choose this last one, but i think i'll go with the one i wrote for kckenobi for the obi gen exchange. it was my first ever fic exchange and it was such a good prompt and i think i did very well writing the various povs
A masterpost of One Direction uni/college fics by @allwaswell16. You can find all my other fics here!
—Harry/Louis—
I Didn't Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me)
(E, 20k, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, uni, neighbors, pining, enemies to friends to lovers, pet fic, monitor lizard named Chad Michael Murray, bad pick up lines, smut)
He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course. Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him.
Charity Ficlets
(NR, 10k, chapter 1: Shiny Objects, Harry Potter au, professors, enemies to lovers, chapter 2: 500 Miles, roommates, revenge, song fic)
Chapter 1: Shiny Objects: Louis isn't so sure about Professor Styles, but when he must save him from a loose niffler, things change between them.
Chapter 2: 500 Miles: Louis hates being ignored, and he knows just how to get his roommates attention.
Easier
(E, 6k, a/b/o, omega/omega, exes to lovers au, uni, soulmates, soul marks, soul bonds, candy shop, getting back together, angst with a happy ending, fate/destiny, smut)
The last person Louis wants to see is his ex-boyfriend who also happens to be his soulmate.
We're Dancing On Tables
(E, 5k, uni au, house party, drinking, jealousy, mutual pining, flirting, miscommunication, limes, humor, revenge, smut)
Last week, Louis went on the very best date of his life with the hot guy from his chemistry lab, which was great until the guy never texted him or called him afterwards.
Click
(E, 5k, uni au, roommates, Harry as Marcel, students, nerd Harry, humor, fluff, pining, kissing, smut)
When Louis got assigned a roommate, he wasn’t exactly thrilled, but as far as roommates go Marcel was a pretty good one.
As Harry’s long anticipated twenty-first birthday approaches, he anxiously awaits the moment when he finally meets his soulmate.
Let You Lick the Lollipop
(E, 4k, uni au, Halloween party, humor, enemies to lovers, costumes, Top Gun references, candy, flirting, kissing, smut)
Louis may be throwing a Halloween costume party for a lot of drunk college students, but that doesn’t mean he can’t also hand out candy to trick-or-treaters.
Crimson in My Head
(E, 4k, uni, vacation, spring break, humor, friends to lovers, smut, pining)
A friends to lovers story featuring spring break, tiny red shorts, an interfering friend, and a pair of lace panties. Inspired by Looks Like Lucy.
Harry pines for the beautiful boy he sees in the coffee shop.
And Follow The Sun
(G, 100 words, uni au, meet cute, pining, drabble)
Harry pines for the boy who sits across the classroom from him.
—Rare Pairs—
Hesitate
(E, 3k, Louis/Liam, uni au, childhood friends, friends to lovers, breakup, getting back together, angst with a happy ending, house party, miscommunication, smut)
A college au where Liam and Louis went from childhood friends to lovers to exes and back again.
Warnings: Slight angst, many feels, Christmas, cursing, Logince and Prinxiety banter
Word Count: 2,027 words
Taglist: (Who’s she? Never heard of her.)
A/N: Oops, this took a while, but Christmas timeeee. I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and spend it with the people you love. *jazz hands* My DM’s are open if you need a distraction from today or tomorrow. Byee
Summary: It’s Virgil’s first Christmas with the light sides (not that he knows what that means).
Alright, onward with the story!
Virgil rubs his eyes as he exits the main hallway where the sides’ bedrooms are located. All of the other sides’ doors are already open.
He puts on his hood as he slowly walks down the stairs. The closer he gets to the living room, the more noise he can hear. He can’t quite make out whose voice is talking.
But, as soon as he reaches the kitchen, he can say with certainty that that was Roman’s boisterous voice.
“I believe we should put tinsel on the tree this year.”
What the hell is tinsel?
With Virgil’s back toward the other sides and his front toward the coffee maker, he wonders what tree Roman is referring to and why he is putting “tinsel” on said tree.
He starts making his coffee as Logan begins to respond, “Think of the implications. Tinsel is messy. Putting it on the tree is messier. Also, if we put tinsel on the tree, it’ll be too busy with all the ornaments and lights. It’ll look like an absolute-”
“Okay, I think I got it, Teach,” Roman replies exasperatedly. “You don’t want this house to look festive. I got it, then.”
Virgil can basically hear Logan’s deep growl all the way from the kitchen.
Logan sighs loudly, “You are being overly dramatic.”
“Uh, yeah,” Roman scoffs, “that’s kind of my thing.”
“Oh, believe me, I noticed.”
Roman gasps in a manner that seemed like what Logan said caused him physical pain. “Excuuuuuuse me?”
Virgil begins to pour his coffee and the argument is quickly silenced. Confused, the anxious side turns around as he takes the first sip of this beverage to see the other sides staring at him.
“Sup?” He greets quietly.
He sees Roman with something silver and shiny in his clenched hands. Logan stands across from Princey with small red balls in his hands. Patton is by the fireplace? Since when did they have a fireplace? Anyway, he is hanging up large red socks with each of their names on one of the socks.
Roman slaps his thigh by flopping his hands down and groans, “Can you please tell Debbie Frowner over here that the tinsel would look so good on the tree?”
Logan rolls his eyes so hard that Virgil is surprised that they don’t pop out of his head.
“First of all,” Virgil begins, “no, I will not say that. And secondly,” he holds his coffee mug with both hands and lowers it to his stomach height, “what is tinsel and what the fuck is happening in this room?”
Dead silence.
He is met with a wall of silence.
All of them are frozen. Even Logan. Patton stops doing whatever the hell he is doing, and Roman drops the silver stuff on the ground.
“What?” Virgil follows up with and Patton breaks out of his daze to turn around.
“Kiddo,” he walks past the two unmoving sides and stands a few feet away from the extremely puzzled side. “Do you know what is happening?”
Virgil sets down the mug on the kitchen island behind him. He suddenly feels guilty as if he did something wrong or forgot about something important. “I, uh,” he stutters out as he feels his palms become slick and his throat becomes dry. Was he supposed to know what this is? Did he forget something important?
“Woah, kiddo,” he snaps back to reality to see Patton holding his hands in front of him cautiously.
“How dare the dark sides not celebrate this wonderful holiday?” Virgil visibly flinches and Patton carefully places a hand on Virgil’s arm.
“Roman...” Patton draws out disappointedly. Roman looks up like he just realized what he said.
“Sorry, Virge,” he says sheepishly. The mentioned side looks at the floor and doesn’t notice the worried glances the other sides exchange.
“Well,” Logan clears his throat and Virgil looks back up at him, “no worries. We’ll just have to make this a more than satisfactory Christmas.”
Roman gasps and covers his mouth with both of his hands, “Oh, my, gosh peck, yes.”
He picks up the tinsel on the ground and yeets it at Virgil’s face.
“Aw,” Patton squeals at Logan’s idea.
“Come here, Nightmare Before Christmas,” Roman motions toward the large tree int he middle of the room. “Help me put the tinsel on the tree.”
“I’m too exhausted for this,” Logan mutters just loud enough for Virgil to hear.
“Sounds great, Princey,” he yeets the tinsel back at Roman and adjusts his jacket, “but let me finish my coffee first.”
By noon, Roman and Logan have explained why there is a Christmas, what happens on Christmas, and what they are doing on the holiday. By noon, Virgil is thoroughly stressed. Patton wasn’t there because he said he had to wrap presents. Virgil has no gifts for any of the other sides.
As he places... ornaments on the tree, overwhelming nervousness envelopes his body. Mariah Carey is blasting through the living room, but her voice is doing nothing to soothe his nerves.
As soon as they’re done decorating this room, Virgil plans on locking himself in his room and brainstorming what the hell he should conjure for the others. Roman belting out Michael Buble is preventing Virgil from thinking clearly.
Logan suddenly groans loudly and claps his hands twice sharply. The music stops. “Must you sing so loud? I cannot hear myself think.”
“Mr. Grinch,” Roman claps twice and the music continues, “deal with it.”
Virgil looks to Logan to see him holding the bridge of his nose. “I’m not asking you he turn off the music,” he shouts, “I’m asking you to turn it down.”
Roman rolls his eyes before snapping and turning down the volume.
“Hey, guys?” Virgil starts as he places down the small Santa he is holding in his hands. “I’m feeling a little tired. I think I’m going to take a break and recharge in my room.” Logan nods and turns back to the fireplace and adjusts a stocking.
“Okay, don’t wear yourself out,” Roman says and licks his lips awkwardly.
Virgil gives the both of them a two-fingered salute before entering his room.
He curses quietly to himself and darts to his bed.
Okay, if he is going to do this, he has to do it in a timely fashion. Roman, first.
Creativity.
Drawing, painting, writing, coloring, music.
A notebook with um a feather pen? That sounds good.
Virgil stands up with a wide-ish stance and relaxes his shoulders.
He imagines a golden book with the edges being covered in red lace. A feather pen is placed on top of the notebook. He opens his eyes to see a shiny book on his hands. A feather pen is laid across it.
Perfect.
Logan next.
Logic.
Smart things. Um, ties, books.
Oh, books.
What about a book that changes based on what you what to happen next?
Sounds good.
He clears his throat and rubs his hands together. Virgil closes his eyes and focuses on the book.
He feels a weight in his hands and stumbles backward. Conjuring always drained him, but he couldn’t rest. He can rest once he’s finished.
Virgil takes in a breath and steadies himself.
Patton lastly.
Dogs, cats, animals, fuzzy things, hugs.
Socks with dogs on them?
Yeah, he’d like that.
He places the notebook and the other book on his bed before he claps his hands together. Closing his eyes for the last time, he envisions the socks in his hands.
There is a whoosh in the air and Virgil falls to the ground. A piece of cloth is draped over his arms. These are not socks.
Dammit.
He crawls over to his dresser and takes out his bracelet supplies. If he couldn’t conjure the socks, then he would make Patton some jewelry. He takes out the dog charm he had made a while back.
This had to work.
He isn’t sure how much time had passed until there was a knock at the door just as he finished wrapping all of the presents.
“We know you wanted to recharge, but dinner is ready. Patton and Roman and I would like for you to join us.”
Virgil shoves all the gifts under his bed and opens the door to follow Logan to the dining room.
Dinner goes by smoothly. Virgil doesn’t remember going to bed, but he wakes up in his bed.
It’s Christmas morning.
“Virgil! Virgil! Virgil!”
“Roman, shut up!” He pulls a pillow over his head.
“ARe you decent?”
“What the- yes!”
Roman barges into Virgil’s room with reindeer antlers on his head. His sash has little fairy lights sewn into it. He snorts and Roman ignores him.
“It’S ChRiStMaS!”
“Yes, Princey,” he pulls the covers over his shoulders, “I am painfully aware.”
Suddenly, cold air flows over his body. Virgil opens his eyes to see Roman holding his comforter with a raised eyebrow and a challenging smile on his face.
Virgil shakes his head, “You’re going to get it!”
Roman screams bloody murder before sprinting out of Virgil’s room. The anxious side grabs his phone and chases Princey out of the hallway into the living room before grabbing his sash.
“Not the sash, you foul beast,” Roman tugs the fabric out of Virgil’s hands.
“I told you it was a bad idea to wake up Virgil,” Logan states flipping a page in his book. He is seated at his recliner with Patton in his chair next to him knitting.
“Good morning and Merry Christmas, Virgil!” Patton greets.
“You too, Pat.” The mentioned side giggles.
“Okay, okay,” Roman says quickly, “can we open presents now?” He plops himself on the floor.
“Okay, you little eager beaver, let me just get mine.” Virgil follows Patton into the hallway to get the ones he wrapped. They aren’t the prettiest thing in the world, but they will suffice.
He lays his gifts in the center of the room with the others. Everyone grabs one present addressed to them and they unwrap them on a count of three.
Virgil is in awe at the beautiful headphones in his hands. He thanks Logan still in a state of amazement. Logan smiles softly and laughs quietly. “Of course,” is his reply.
Roman seems to love his notebook and he shows it by squealing and hugging the thing like a lifeline. Logan seems to like his book as well and flips through the pages, careful not to bend the spine.
Virgil thanks Roman for the Nightmare Before Christmas pillowcase. Apparently, Roman believes that “it matches his aesthetic.”
The sides are holding their last presents and Virgil and Patton share a look. They rip open the paper and gasp in unison. Virgil is frozen as he holds a picture frame in his hands. He is peering down at a picture of the four sides laughing together with their arms around each other. Except, they are children.
They all have carefree smiles on their faces. They look genuinely happy. Their chubby faces couldn’t have contained wider grins. Tiny Virgil and tiny Patton were looking into each other’s eyes. Virgil can’t even remember this picture being taken. He feels pressure building behind his eyes and a lump forming in the middle of his throat.
He is pulled out of the picture by a loud sob being cut through the air.
Why is Patton crying?
“They’re good tears, sweetie,” Patton manages as he looks at Virgil. “You made this for me?” Virgil can see Patton’s shiny brown eyes before he nods.
Before he can comprehend what’s happening, Patton tackle-hugs him. Virgil can hear Patton’s uneven breaths as he rubs his back in small circles.
They sit like that for a while.
“Virge,” he pulls apart from him, “thank you.”
Virgil gives him a genuine smile, “Anytime.”
It’s the end of the night when Virgil returns to his room. He has his gifts in hand and he manages to close his door with his foot. He sets the headphones on his dresser next to the picture frame. The frame falls over and Virgil notices a note on the back.
“We love you so much and you complete our famILY. Thank you <3″
This one was a gift for the lovely @kckenobi in the @kenobi-gen-exchange. Creators were revealed last week, but I’m finally posting here. Lots of good fics in the exchange, go check them out here.
She prompted me to write “Bail, Padmé, or (and?) Cody finding out that Maul is back, and what that means for Obi-Wan.” I hit two out of three, lol.
Pairings: None
CW: panic attack
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bail Organa, Padme Amidala
Summary: Obi-Wan has just returned from confronting the Sith he thought he killed twelve years ago. He wishes he was coping better than he is, but his friends are there for him anyway.
Padmé and Bail don't know what's wrong with their friend, they can only hope he will tell them.
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He doesn't know what sets it off. All he knows is that one minute, he is listening to Padmé and Bail argue over the phrasing of the Clone Rights Bill, and the next, all he can hear is the ringing in his ears and the throb of his pulse. He watches Bail's lips move soundlessly. His face is numb, but he knows it is blank, expressionless, and his chest is tight, but his lungs inhale and exhale at a steady rhythm. He has long ago trained himself out of such obvious tells.
But his hands... He tucks his traitorous hands into his sleeves to hide their shaking, gripping his wrist tightly to anchor himself onto something, anything because he is falling, the ground dropping out from under his feet and his stomach going with it.
"Obi-Wan?" He still can't hear Bail, but he can read the shape of his mouth, the roundness of the oh, the slight closure of the bee, the purse of the wahn. Bail says something else, something that might be, "Are you alright?"
"Yes," he feels his own mouth say, curving in a thin smile. "I'm fine."
A list of all my fics. I write about Obi-Wan Kenobi, mostly one-shots and shorter multi-chapters. You can expect whump, hurt/comfort, and angst. Some of them even have a bit of fluff.
Will be updated when new fics are posted.
Countless Times to Save ~ On Naboo, Obi-Wan watches Qui-Gon die. Again. And again.And again.
Fugue ~ Sequel to Ignite. Cody refused to watch the Republic kill his General over and over again. If he didn't act now, he would lose Obi-Wan forever, and he couldn't let that happen.He almost succeeded, too.
Soliloquy in Red ~ A short collection of drabbles that tell a story of the pain of violence and fear, the damage of regret and helplessness, and the way back to safety and healing.
Stars in Our Heads ~ Obi-Wan Kenobi was blessed by the Force. He sees the future, or rather, the complex web of possible events that take place in the future. Sometimes, his Force gift does not feel very much like a blessing. Most of the time, really. All he wants is to become a Jedi. A normal Jedi. But it feels like the one future he wants is out of his reach. The people who care about him—Healers, crèchemasters, friends, and mentors—are all determined to show him that he already is a Jedi, no matter what the future holds.
Who We Were, Who We Are ~ When Leia was kidnapped, Bail went to the one person he could trust to bring her home. Now Leia is back where she belongs, and all that's left is one last goodbye. But Obi-Wan may be a bit more injured than he let on.
From Salted Roots ~ Obi-Wan has been tortured before. He has been raped before. This though...This may be more than he can bear to recover from. Captured, brutal, ceaseless torture and agony, he had been brought to the brink of death. Only to be saved when he had lost all hope of rescue. Now, he must learn how to live again.
Ignite ~ Sequel to Incarnate. Obi-Wan can't die. Not permanently, anyway. This is a very useful ability in a war. And now that his secret is out, the Senate is eager to use it.
Cover Your Eyes ~ On a mission far away from Coruscant, Qui-Gon Jinn makes a decision that will have profound repercussions.
I Have Made Mistakes ~ Hello, My Old Heart series. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Boga take a vacation to a very special place and get a chance at some more healing. Plus a chance to play in the snow.
Border Line of Weightless ~ Obi-Wan isn't afraid of falling. Not when he has wings and the Force on his side. And then he learns what it's like to hit the ground.
Happily Ever After ~ A month ago, Quinlan and Obi-Wan defeated the Sith Lord and ended the war. Now, they get to enjoy their happily ever after.
Resilience ~ Twelve years after his defeat at the Battle of Naboo, Obi-Wan's greatest enemy has returned from the dead. Obi-Wan has faced Maul and lost. Now it is time to face himself.
Soldier, Poet, King ~ Hello, My Old Heart series. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan find their footing after Melida/Daan, with a little (maybe a lot of) help along the way. (Multi-chapter)
The Toll of the Bell ~ Lem Ninnudrar is back at the Jedi Temple for the first time since they were Knighted. They spend the day doing what they love most, and maybe contemplate taking a Padawan along the way. Tomorrow, they decide. They'll do it tomorrow. But something dark lurks around the corner of the night, and tomorrow may never come.
Speak No Word (Hear No Sound) ~ Ahsoka wasn't sure what she was getting into when she was assigned to Master Kenobi and sent to the front lines. She didn't even know he was deaf. Being captured together gives them the chance to get to know each other a little more. For better or worse.
The Best Nerfburgers in the Galaxy ~ Three generations of Jedi. One diner. Or how Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka all meet Dex and discover the best nerfburgers in the galaxy.
Wing and Blood ~ Sequel to Scale and Bone. Obi-Wan doesn't realize he's been injured on the battlefield. But neither does anyone else. This leads to some complications and some cuddle piles.
This Will End ~ Seven months since he left the Jedi Order. Four months since he came home. Four weeks since he met Boga. Already, Obi-Wan cannot imagine a life without her by his side. But something is wrong with her and he doesn't know what, and the thought of losing her terrifies him. Boga can't be dying, can she?
Heart of the Blade ~ The crystal is the heart of the blade. Every Jedi knows this, and every Jedi knows also, that the crystal is the soul of the Jedi. A Jedi is not whole without their kaiber. Or: The battle of Naboo, when the Jedi carry their hearts in their hands.
Scale and Bone ~ The Zygerrians know all the best ways to break a person. Between the electrowhips and the starvation and the Togruta being punished in his place, Obi-Wan is struggling to hold himself back. Tearing the slavers apart with his teeth and claws is becoming more and more appealing.
Painted Future ~ All his life, Obi-Wan has been having visions of the future, or at least, many possible futures. When he gets lost in the Temple, he stumbles across proof that he isn't the only one who has seen what is to come.
Wearing Thin ~ Sequel to Perennial. The longer the war goes on, the harder it is for Obi-Wan to keep going. The pain is never-ending, and it's only getting worse.
Vital ~ Obi-Wan and Cody get trapped in a lab filled with toxic gas. Cody is safe inside his helmet, but Obi-Wan is not so lucky. The consequences may be more than the 212th medics can handle.
Precarious ~ Obi-Wan has infiltrated Death Watch in order to keep Satine and Qui-Gon one step ahead of their adversaries. But now he is alone, in a camp full of people who wouldn't hesitate to kill him if they found out who he really was.
Incarnate ~ Amaranthine sequel. Before Obi-Wan died to General Grievous, he had foolishly hoped he could maintain his secret until the end of the war. He should have known his luck was never that good.
Perennial ~ Obi-Wan knows pain. He has been in pain since he was thirteen and fighting in a war for peace. Now he's thirty-five and fighting in another war, and the pain hasn't stopped. But pain isn't the only thing he has carried with him.
Bloodstained ~ Obi-Wan experiences a rite of passage many Jedi go through, one of the hardest and most distressing. The first time he takes the life of another sentient.
Quiet ~ See My Dreams All Die sequel. Sidious is dead and Obi-Wan is free. But after everything that's happened, healing from what has been done to him seems impossible. It's good then, that he isn't alone.
Sinister ~ Obi-Wan and a squad of 212th troopers enter a Sith Temple. They may get more than they bargained for.
Downward ~ The lower levels of Coruscant are a dangerous place, as newly-Knighted Obi-Wan Kenobi is about to discover.
Innocent ~ Obi-Wan is sentenced to death for a crime he did not commit. Qui-Gon races to find the true perpetrator before his punishment can be carried out.
Consolatory ~ After a bad battle, Ahsoka has trouble sleeping. Her Grandmaster helps.
Amaranthine ~ Obi-Wan dies. And then he lives. The only problem? He hasn't told any of the 212th about his immortality.
Reparable ~ After his time spent as Rako Hardeen, Obi-Wan is struggling to deal with his regret and his friends' anger, even when he knows he did the right thing. Luckily, Boga is there to help.
Lucrative ~ A pirate crew gets ahold of High General Obi-Wan Kenobi and decide they can profit from their prisoner. Obi-Wan can only hope his rescue arrives before they can ransom him off to the first interested party.
Snowy Situations ~ In a series of unfortunate events, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash their ship, fall into a frozen lake, and get caught in a snowstorm. Waiting for rescue, Obi-Wan tries to comfort his sick and injured friend and reflects on his relationship with his former Padawan.
Desolate ~ Qui-Gon's Padawan is kidnapped while on a mission. When he finds him, he learns that rescuing does not always equal saving. And - Obi-Wan is held captive as a bargaining chip. While in a cage, he learns that living does not always equal surviving. (Multi-chapter)
Need a Friend ~ Obi-Wan has just returned from confronting the Sith he thought he killed twelve years ago. He wishes he was coping better than he is, but his friends are there for him anyway. Padmé and Bail don't know what's wrong with their friend, they can only hope he will tell them.
Nothing Gold Can Stay ~ There is no glory in war. War is unforgiving. War doesn't care who lives or dies. Obi-Wan just never thought it would take Cody from him.
Run ~ Qui-Gon sent him into the forest to commune with the Living Force. Instead, he's running for his life and the forest is burning around him.
Call It Home ~ Obi-Wan has a headache. Qui-Gon takes care of him.
See My Dreams All Die ~ Anakin dies on Mustafar, and Obi-Wan is certain he will join him. But Sidious is in need of a new Apprentice, and Obi-Wan Kenobi, injured, alone, and grieving, makes the perfect candidate. First, he must be broken. The battle for Obi-Wan's soul has begun, and the Sith won't accept anything less than complete submission. Obi-Wan will Fall, or he will die. (Multi-chapter)
Duty ~ High Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi has been captured by the Separatists. His interrogator believes he knows a way to get him to talk. After all, if the Jedi value all life, shouldn't they do anything to prevent the deaths of innocents?
Pirates and Patience ~ Children are going missing from their homes. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are tasked with finding and stopping the gang of pirates responsible. Things don’t go according to plan. (Multi-chapter)
‘Til the Sun Goes Down ~ Mace Windu, not Obi-Wan Kenobi, goes to Utapau to face Grievous. Obi-Wan Kenobi, not Mace Windu, goes to confront Palpatine. The course of destiny changes forever.
Oathbreaking ~ A repudiation and a new beginning. (Multi-chapter)
Faultlines ~ After returning from Zigoola, Obi-Wan feels the Dark Side more strongly. And it centers around Chancellor Palpatine. (Multi-chapter)
To Live, To Die, To Fail ~ Maul wants revenge. Obi-Wan just wants to get out alive. AU of 4x22 "Revenge"
The Will of the Force ~ Obi-Wan Kenobi was born 32 years after he should have been. This changes everything and nothing. (Multi-chapter, In Progress)
Not Alone ~ Obi-Wan has never really been interested in sex. That's perfectly fine with him, but not everyone is so understanding. Luckily, Qui-Gon is there to reassure him.
The Cell ~ Captured by mercenaries seeking information on the Senator Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were sent to protect, the master learns what helplessness feels like as he is forced to watch the torture of his padawan. Can Obi-Wan hold out long enough for rescue?
Stars Hide Your Fires ~ Qui-Gon is dead, but the battle doesn't end there. Darth Maul has one more trick up his sleeve and Obi-Wan has a promise to keep. (Multi-chapter)
Who Remains ~ Obi-Wan receives tragic news. Anakin learns a grim truth. They both mourn a friend.
For the whumptober day 10 prompt “Whipping” and the bad things happen bingo prompt “Public execution/torture”
Pairings: None
CW: graphic description of public whipping, blood and torture
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn
Summary: Obi-Wan is sentenced to death for a crime he did not commit. Qui-Gon races to find the true perpetrator before his punishment can be carried out.
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“Obi-Wan Kenobi, for your crime, you are hereby sentenced to death by lashing.”
Obi-Wan shuddered, eyes wide, his brain spinning, trying to find a way out of this. He had already tried to impress on Lord Daveed that he hadn’t done what they were accusing him of, but his protests had been dismissed.
He was contemplating just breaking free with the Force and running for a ship, his and Qui-Gon’s mission here be damned, but he would have to find a way to contact his Master, who was Force-knew-where.
“What is the meaning of this?” A loud voice demanded. Speak of the Sith…
The relief Obi-Wan felt at his Master’s appearance was immeasurable. He tried to stand and the guards on either side of him shoved him back to his knees. He looked up at Qui-Gon, knowing his eyes were pleading, and his Master met them before turning back to Daveed, his face calm but stern. Obi-Wan wished he had the same composure.
“This boy has been caught attacking and attempting to kidnap my daughter,” Lord Daveed said, anger radiating off of him, his hand tight on said daughter’s shoulder.
“Master, please, I didn’t do it, I swear, I didn’t.
Late for the whumptober day 23 prompt “Tied to a table”
Pairings: None
CW: temporary character death, graphic descriptions/references to death, human experimentation, descriptions of a corpse, implied/referenced suicide attempt, non-consensual drugging, chemical paralysis, implied/referenced vivisection, dismemberment, and enucleation, panic attack
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jenna Zan Arbor, Cody
Summary: Before Obi-Wan died to General Grievous, he had foolishly hoped he could maintain his secret until the end of the war. He should have known his luck was never that good.
read on ao3...
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Waking up felt like clawing his way out of a grave. Buried under the weight of unconsciousness, choking on sleep, he fought to reach the surface, knowing instinctively that something was wrong.
Obi-Wan peeled open his eyelids with extreme effort, his clarity of mind trailing behind him. He stared stupidly at the featureless, white ceiling above him for a few minutes before he could work out that it was not, in fact, the medbay ceiling on the Negotiator. Given the beeping of a cardiorespiratory monitor above his head, that would have been his first assumption, but the coolness of the surface beneath him and the lack of everything but his underclothes on his body did not support that theory.
He gathered his strength and wits and attempted to sit up, only to find smooth, firm straps holding him down, and that made the panic kick in. Testing the bonds, he found them sturdy and tight across his ankles, wrists, and chest. He finally looked around, finding himself on a steel table in the middle of a clean room with medical equipment set up around him, the CR monitor he’d heard on a pole above him, and another pole with an IV bag dangling from it trailing a line to the crook of his elbow.
