#a sleepy obi wan

[obiscribbles]

Week 30 - October 22nd, 2023 'Love Never Fails' - Brandon Heath Spotify / YouTube

Just a few more things to sign and then you can properly fall asleep in his arms, foolish Jedi.

Enjoy~

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[cj-kenobi]

So I learned what a bear otter was the other day. Time for BIG otterwan

[chiliger]

Late night reviewing reports.

(Part of my AU where the clones have bigger canines.)

[to-proudly-go]

Domestic life be so good that you both forget you haven't even confessed to each other yet

[padawansuggest]

Idk where it’s going but I want an AU where Jaster and Jango are at the post office near the Senate on Coruscant so they can send out a package standing behind Qui-Gon in line who’s got Obi-Wan on his hip like a toddler (his 14 year old baby finally learned how to slip the toddler leashes and wants to hide under a shelf and Qui-Gon doesn’t have the energy to wrestle him back out when he’s done) and sending Master Dooku a hard copy letter about why he IS NOT joining him on Sereno for a yearly family gathering because he can be judged just fine from the comfort of the temple, and it’s much more insulting to send it through the post office because it’s easy to hand a letter to the temple curriers but this is Taking Effort, and extra effort at that because he’s wrangling his 14 year old baby while doing it, and Jaster and Jango are like ‘jetti!’ And then Obi-Wan pops out from where he’s mostly hidden in Master’s robes and they’re all ‘0.0 BABY JETTI’ and now they’re trying to woo the small boy and asking him a million questions (‘what’s ur master doing?’ ‘Sending grandmaster hate mail’ ‘why are you in his arms’ ‘I found out how to get the lock open on my leash’ ‘are you crying?’ ‘No it’s allergies I’m allergic to everything’ *rubs his snotty nose into Qui-Gon’s neck while Qui looks for patience* ‘are you hungry? We know a good place that does fritters’ ‘yes, I’m starving if ur buying’) and now Qui-Gon is standing to the side while they send off their package because his child wants fritters and awkwardly explaining to his son he just made besties with a king and prince who he insulted multiple times and sneezed on twice and can you plz behave for five seconds today so they don’t start a war with Mandalorians? No. No he cannot behave that long. It’s okay, the Mandos seem charmed by his bad manners and horrible open mouthed coughs like he’s a born and raised plague spreader. He is, btw. The Mandos take them out to lunch and all of them are dismayed when Obi-Wan leaves Dex’s diner having decided that out of all his new friends, Dex won the new bestie challenge. He gave Obi-Wan a milkshake and a cookie.

[bi-wan]

[chiis-art]

half-light

[aspenstarflare]

Meanwhile on the Resolute after a campaign that really wore Ahsoka out:

Obi-wan:

Obi-wan: Anakin.. Why are you carrying Ahsoka while she’s asleep?

Anakin: Well.. She fell asleep on my shoulder on the way back to cruiser, and I don’t want to wake her up because she struggles with sleep, but I sorta.. can’t get her to let go without waking her up. She has a death grip on me.

Obi-wan:

Rex: I tried removing her from the general but she wouldn’t budge. She’s stuck to the general like glue

Obi-wan:

Fives: She bit my finger in her sleep when I tried helping the captain, and dank farek her fangs hurt.

Obi-wan:

Obi-wan too tired to debate jedi ethics and rules, just grateful that Anakin won’t be a issue for the next few hours: Alright then..

[obikinetic]

Gassed from the star war 😪

[briliantlymad]

Jurassic world ObiAniDala Au with

Padmè as the Park handler (CEO?). She handles the business end of things, she's the reason the park still runs. You can find Ms.Amidala ruthlessly shutting down assholes who knock at her door wanting to exploit the park for more money by cutting corners. She's amazing at her job.

At the top of all the paperwork, She's made sure the park is for the people to enjoy safely. She once chewed out a whole team of architects who wanted more va va voom enclosures that were pretty but would've ultimately been useless in containing the very huge T.Rex.

Followed by; Dino Scientist/board member ObiWan kenobi. He's got like 6 degrees , he's here to study the dinosaurs' behaviour. You can find Dr.Kenobi with a clipboard in his hand walking after one dino or the other without any care for the world. All the dinos love him, even the predators.

His face is the first thing they see when they hatch cus he's made an effort to show up for every hatching. Instant bonding tbh. Dude hangs out with the t.rex with 0 repercussions (like being eaten ya kno, nobody knows how he does it). Obiwan is also absolutely amazing at securing funding for the park from rich senators. Padmè greatly appreciates his work cus if she has to deal one more time with Clovis she's going to scream.

And finally. Trainer?Park Ranger? Mechanic? Engineer? Anakin Skywalker. Nobody really knows what his official designation is at the park. All they know is that one day this golden retriever looking guy showed up with like. 10 different qualification certificates and a dab hand at handling the dinos.

He's good at what he does tho so people leave him alone. An officer sent by the military once tried to bully anakin and quickly finds out that not only does anakin have a mean right hook, he's also high enough in the park food chain that the coruscant military is barred from trying to propose any deals after the incident.

He's got an entire creche/enrichment setup for the vulnerable babies that no one had thought of. It cut down the mortality rate of the babies by a huge amount. Its also how he won Obi-wan's heart, who until then had totally thought anakin was just some dudebro who didn't understand dinos. Anyway somewhere along the line, very intense eye-contact, a little bit of misunderstanding and a whole lot of kisses stolen when padmè is on an important holoconferance call and hand holding with obi-wan during the hatchings, Anakin woos them both.

They have late night dates at the elasmosaurus enclosure, bond over almost punching Clovis, and oh my god don't you get a heart attack when obi-wan around with little predator babies in a papoose??

Rumours have it that he was seen begging Ms.Amidala for just one (1) chance 🥺on his knees when she was meeting with Dr.Kenobi.

The door closed after that so no one really knows what Anakin was really begging for (it was so he could take an apprentice. Anakin thinks he can get away with it now because he knows obi-wan and padmè love him eheh)

[raurquiz]

#HappyBirthday #ianmcdiarmid #actor #EmperorPalpatine #DarthSidious #starwars #ThePhantomMenace #AttackoftheClones #RevengeoftheSith #Rebels #TheCloneWars #TheBadBatch #ObiWanKenobi #ReturnoftheJedi #TheRiseofSkywalker #Dragonslayer #GorkyPark #SleepyHollow #TheLostCityofZ

[sarasapen]

What The Moon Knows

Under Coruscant’s moonlight, attraction blooms. Slowly, but surely, it takes root, until it can no longer be deniable. Let it never be said that Obi-Wan has ever let such feelings overwhelm him.

In other words, Obi-Wan starts finding his student and close friend attractive.

EDIT: IN CASE IT WASNT CLEAR, THIS IS A PART OF THE LITTLE ONE UNIVERSE LOLOL SORRY I FORGOT TO MENTION

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 There is no life without death.

 There is no love without hate.

 There is no light without dark.

 And therefore there is no moon without the bittersweet musings of those beneath it.

 It’s his body that knows before his mind does.

 It’s his body that feels the dip of the mattress, his body that turns in response, his body that spreads his arms and creates a space between them. It is only half a minute later, when he finally manages to blink away sleep for just long enough to form a thought, that his mind catches up.

 “Nightmare?” Obi-Wan rasps, gently scraping his nails against the back of his padawan’s head. He doesn’t know what time it is, or what day of the week. All he knows is the one in his arms.

 “Of my mother,” Anakin croaks, and Obi-Wan pulls him closer, pulls the boy- because that’s what he is, even though he’s taller than him, even though he’s more powerful in the Force, Anakin is just a boy- he pulls the boy into his chest, where he can hear the steady ba-dump. ba-dump. ba-dump. of Obi-Wan’s heart.

 The boy takes in a shuddering breath, once, twice, three times, and then his body relaxes, and after a long moment, Obi-Wan lets his eyes close.

 It’s his body that knows before his mind does.

 Slivers of moonlight flit between the blinds of his window.

 It’s his body that feels the dip of the mattress.

 Between the streams of silver-grey light are patches of endless dark.

 His body that turns in response.

 Outside the window, too, is dark.

 His body that spreads his arms and creates a space between them.

 Above all the dark, is the moon, ever-watching, ever-seeing.

 It is only half a minute later, when he finally manages to blink away sleep for just long enough to form a thought, that his mind catches up.

 It is the moon’s light that bathes his room in serenity.

 “Nightmare?” Obi-Wan rasps, gently scraping his nails against the back of his padawan’s head. He doesn’t know what time it is, or what day of the week. All he knows is the one in his arms.

 “You’re so warm,” you sigh, already half-asleep again. Obi-Wan makes a sound at the back of his throat, tilting his head up slightly so you don’t bump into his chin. He closes his eyes…

 “Master,” you say.

 “Mm?” He grunts, eyes closed. He inhales, exhales, sinks a little deeper into the pillow.

 “Master?” He hears, and Obi-Wan makes a startled half-snore half-gasp and blinks, frowning at the shadow on the wall from the half-closed blinds. His vision focuses slightly, the blinds flutter, more moonlight streams through.

 “You say something?” He asks, nuzzling his nose into your hair, inhaling slowly and smiling. His eyes are closed. He inhales, exhales, the tension leaves his body.

 “Obi?” He hears, small and quiet, and he pulls back, blinking harshly to force himself awake. The shadow on the wall is longer now. He shuffles back slightly. Not too much, his legs still intertwined with yours, his arms still around your body, but he gently pulls at your chin to tilt your head up to meet his gaze.

 Your own eyes are closed, breaths coming in shallow puffs through parted lips. Your eyebrows draw together and a whine begins in your throat, so Obi-Wan drags his hand down and smooths it gently over your neck.

 “I have you,” He whispers, so softly he’s not sure if he actually spoke or if his sleep-addled mind imagined it. His fingers rest against your pulse point, steady, soothing, and he feels his eyes close again.

 His hand drags up again, reason unknown to his mind. It’s always his body that seems to know first. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, and he presses his forehead to yours.

 It would be so easy to kiss you.

 And perhaps that was the start.

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 It doesn’t happen overnight.

 Or it does.

 It doesn’t. Maybe it’s a mix of both.

 Obi-Wan is neither stupid nor blind. It’s been several years since others your age have begun to express interest. He’s sometimes seen the looks that linger just a little too long from other Padawans. He knows your smile is pretty; how couldn’t he? When he’s been the lucky recipient of so many.

 Halfway into your Padawan training, Obi-Wan is already well aware that you’re attractive. That isn’t to say he’s attracted to you; no, not at all. You’re young, naive and childish, because you are, still, a child. He gives plenty of not-so-subtle lectures on propriety and modesty and the Jedi Way, lectures that had your face burning as you squirmed deeper into the sofa as if it would take pity on you and swallow you whole. Sometimes Anakin would join, snickering from wherever he was perched, glad to finally see someone else go through the mortification he once did.

 Another occurrence happens shortly after you’re old enough to drink. Somewhere in the heart of Coruscant’s nightlife, far beyond the reaches of any natural light, four force-sensitives sit at a bar. There’s an empty shot glass in front of you, and you’re grimacing as you swallow, not at all impressed by the taste.

 The girl behind you is awfully impressed by your vibe as Ahsoka had once said, and asks you if you want to dance.

 There’s another lecture waiting for once you get back to the temple.

 “You flirt on missions all the time,” Anakin says oh so helpfully, and Obi-Wan watches your eyes peek over a pillow, cheeks flushed.

 “That’s different,” Obi-Wan says, even as he briefly considers what it would be like, flirting with you. 

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 Perhaps it truly doesn’t happen overnight.

 Obi-Wan is sat in front of some younglings, crowding around him for answers to questions he’s answered a dozen times over, and he’ll answer a dozen more. You’re seated in the far corner of the room, a stuffed bantha in one arm and a toddler in your other.

 The crèche masters that watch over this particular group had all gotten a nasty case of the flu, and you were quick to offer up help.

 When he feels a sudden surge of soft affection through your bond, Obi-Wan looks up, taking in your easy smile. The little Pantoran in your lap tugs gently at your Padawan braid, and you softly coax her attention away with stories of A Nice Bantha from Far Away.

 Not for the first time, Obi-Wan muses at how well you’ve always managed younglings.

 For the first time, Obi-Wan’s thoughts stray to what a good parent you could have been if you lived a life away from the Order; he thinks of you, with your own child in your arms, smiling at them with the sweet smile you often give him. It’s a fantasy that does not play out in his mind for much longer than a few seconds, for his attention is called away by the hoard of excited children.

 In the future flashes of quick daydreams, it escapes his notice that the child in your arms, no matter their age, no matter their gender, always had hair his colour.

 It is not something he ever notices.

 At least, consciously.

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 Dreams.

 A dream is a succession of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that usually occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.

 Involuntarily.

 Obi-Wan ignores the glaring sign in his mind saying but you’re a Jedi. Dreams are different, for Jedi.

 How else could he explain the dream he had of kissing you? How else could he explain the way your skin felt against his, the way you tilted into him, the way your hairdo didn’t sport a Padawan braid anymore?

 It was just what it was. An involuntary culmination of things he already knew. That you were attractive, that you had a nice smile, that your training was ending soon.

 It was not, it absolutely was not a vision. He could not let himself hope.

 The only thing more dangerous than fear, something the Jedi rarely addressed, was hope.

 It’s his body that knows before his mind does.

 “Nightmare?” Obi-Wan rasps, fighting the sudden, hazy feeling of déjà vu, despite his heart telling him it’s something completely different.

It’s only when skin touches bare skin that his mind finally catches on.

 He’s shirtless- he’s realising that now. It was a decision he made a few hours ago, and it was entirely consensual and entirely innocent. Coruscant’s sun had a cycle that expelled a flurry of solar flares every two and a bit Coruscanti years, resulting in a heatwave that lasted no more than two weeks. While not dangerous to inhabitants, the entirety of Coruscant seemed to quiet in those weeks, trade become all but nonexistent for a few blissful moments of silence.

 Now, however, when Obi-Wan’s hand comes into contact with a very much completely bare thigh- the situation no longer feels innocent nor consensual.

 “Room was stuffy,” comes a muffled response, and Obi-Wan trails his gaze over what was your own choice of pyjamas for the night- an oversized shirt and what he hopes to all the stars above is a pair of tiny shorts and not-

 Force guide him.

 His Padawan, the beautiful thing, seems to decide at that moment to nuzzle against him, your nose rubbing delicately at the space between his collarbones. A body shifts, Obi-Wan isn’t sure who’s, but then his arm is securely around your waist and back and your leg has nudged its way between his.

 You press closer then; this much Obi-Wan is sure is your own doing, but if it is your body or your mind that is taking the lead here, he chooses not to consider. Your lips ghost over his skin as you slowly tilt your head up, nosing against his throat. Obi-Wan remains deathly still as you shift and squirm and wriggle until you’re comfortable, which means now that your face is tucked right up against him. He can feel each of your breaths, he can smell the scent of your shampoo, he can feel your arm curl around his own bare waist.

 “Hm,” you say sleepily, and Obi-Wan thinks he could kiss you right now.

 He could so easily do so much more than kiss you-

 It is then that Obi-Wan accepts that he simply cannot deny it anymore- he finds his Padawan attractive.

 He knows you are attractive, in the simply objective sense of knowing, as he knows the sun is hot.

 But this- this is akin to standing in the open sands of Tatooine, the glaring sun beating down on him, his robes half-drenched and the other half abandoned on the ground, being fully and completely surrounded and overwhelmed by hot.

 And so there Obi-Wan Kenobi is, attracted to his Padawan. He finds you attractive-you attract him. You are lovely, in every sense of the word, and beautiful- oh, how beautiful. He knows this now, he feels this now, with every breath he takes.

 But attraction is fleeting.

 Attraction is oftentimes out of one’s control.

 Obi-Wan has been attracted to several people over the course of his life, and it has never been a subject of shame, to him. Why should something be a source of shame, when it is out of one’s control?

 Obi-Wan was even, at one point, years ago now, briefly attracted to Master Luminara, and he is fairly certain she returned the sentiment. Now she was nothing more than a friend, an acquaintance really, one he respected and thought well of, and he had honestly forgotten about his previous attraction until this moment.

 He would meditate then, Obi-Wan decides. Obi-Wan already meditated before bed, a daily routine of his. Now he would meditate in the mornings, before he was privy to the way your lips curled when you smiled. He would meditate after breakfast, and try to forget the absolutely endearing way you’d scrunch your nose up in the early hours without realising it. He would find time to slip away during the day to mediate if only to get the sound of your laughter out of his mind. If you proved to be a distraction, he would meditate several times a day if that’s what it took-

 Obi-Wan had a foolproof plan. His attraction to his Padawan would wane with time, he was sure of it. In five years, he wouldn’t even remember this, it would be a little chapter of his life that was simply inconsequential to his story.

 He wakes up once again, finds a girl curled up in his bed, and he curls into her, holds her against him. Then he slips away, onto the tiny open fire escape of his room. He sits on the floor, tilts his head up to face the cool night breeze and allow the lights of Coruscant’s never sleeping night-life wash over his face.

 The moon, large and imposing against a black backdrop, stares down at him. He stares back.

 “It will wane with time,” He says firmly, forcing himself into meditation.

 -and oh, how did the frequency of Obi-Wan’s meditations grow.

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the end?

As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts! Hope all of you are well <3

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[padawansuggest]

You know those ‘I still live with my pawents’ shirts for cats? YeH so I think Anakin wearing one when he breaks into Obi-Wan’s room to get Cody so Cody will make him breakfast would not be out of place at all.

[darlingkairos]

AND ANOTHER THING! The sith are encouraged to be the best, being replaced as your masters apprentice means YOU FAILED, you are a failure! And if you aren't dead, this is the worst thing that can happen to you. It's an insult to be replaced. Sith is competitive. it's an Ivy League school baby, and only two of you can exist, and only one can graduate! better always be on ur A game! You gotta be the best, or else you're getting ur ass replaced with the next chum.

This is opposed to the Jedi, who embrace change and new apprentices. Yes, your master will have many apprentices before and after you, but this doesn't make you worse or better than the other apprentices because they are simply on a journey as you are.

[disastertriowriting]

Here's our next fic for the bingo!

We're filling the square "sleepy confession" now. :)

Multiples - Obi-Wan in ROTS

Anakin and Obi-Wan have just landed aboard the Invisible Hand to rescue Chancellor Palpatine when suddenly, four other versions of Obi-Wan appear with them. One Obi-Wan is hard enough sometimes, but five? That is a whole other story. It doesn't help that they're not terribly fond of each other… or that the eldest are hiding things about the future.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

You have been visited by the sleepy Obes.

May you get many *ZzZzZz* tonight.