My Obidala Blog

It is with this post I almost regret to inform you that I will be leaving tumblr. While many here find a safe haven from daily life within the many fandoms and communities located here, that has not been the case for me. My experience with tumblr has been akin to that of being picked last in gym class. Do not get me wrong, there have been many people on this website whom I will miss dearly, but I feel it is with a deal of maturity I must make this decision. Since being on here I have developed an eating disorder and relapsed on multiple occasions, including as I write this. There is also an issue and with the near constant theme of hatred on this website, and though never directed of myself, it has become entirely too toxic for my tastes. 

au where obi wan is tired of this galactic shit and becomes a sith 

this is absolutely a concept and bada-bing bada-boom here’s a drabble for ya!

──── I’LL SING YOU A LULLABY.

As per the usual in Obi-Wan’s life as a Jedi, he has had a tiresome day. The balls of his feet were aching, his back felt like it could pop off if he stretched far enough, and he’s sure the bags under his eyes would have to go through customs with how prominent they are. He’s tried a lot to help him after a long day, such as herbal tea or meditation or a nap that’s only just deep enough to drown out the events of the day like a mantra in his head. Did they work? Nope. 

Yet somehow, you always did. You could lull him to sleep with whispers and a kiss on his nose, you could calm him down with a chuckle and kind words. No matter how dark it could get for him, you were always the light that guided him home— straight to you. He was relieved to find you already in his quarters when he gets there, under the blankets, with a smile as soon as you see his face.

“Obi.” You coo, sitting up.

He can hear it in your voice that you’re not as awake as you were trying to seem like, and he notices it more when he steps beside the bed to see the marks on your face from laying in the same position amongst the sheets for hours.

“Darling,” he smiles, brushing fingers through your hair and kissing you on top of the head, “are you tired?”

“A little, but I couldn’t sleep without you.”

Another smile spreads against Obi-Wan’s lips, and he peels his outer robe off of him to snuggle under the sheets with you. He’s got one open arm stretched wide for you to cuddle into his side but you’re shimmying down the bed to lay your head in his lap, resting on your hands tucked behind your ear like a pillow. Obi-Wan can feel his heart melting into a puddle in his chest; warm and gooey like honey left out in the sun. It’s automatic that he starts to card his fingers through your hair, brushing the strands back and away from your face.

The content sound that you make has Obi-Wan feeling like he has to scoop his heart up after this, and all too soon he feels you relax comfortably in your position; soft and deep breathing telling Obi-Wan just how tired you really were, especially with how quickly you’ve fallen asleep. You’re so beautiful, he could stay here with you forever. He can’t help it— can’t help but feel like his whole world is beneath his fingertips, that you’re right here with him, tucked away in your own little corner of the galaxy.

“I love you,” he whispers, feeling a hundred more of those exact words stored in his heart to say over and over again, “my angel.”

He leans down gently, pressing a feather-light kiss to your temple. Then he starts to hum, all giddy and warm and deliriously happy, and then he starts to sing— something quiet and slow; a song he heard once at a coliseum performance he had attended for a mission many months ago and adored so much. It fits perfectly for you; sweet, enchanting, adoration for adoration. His fingers stay light through your hair, not wanting to wake you up, and his voice low. This is all he could ask for after a day like today, to just exist with you in a rosy moment; delicate like the petals and sweet like the scent.

Yet he doesn’t realize that you’ve been awake this whole time, simply listening to his voice and focusing on his touch. The song comes as a surprise to you but you don’t dare move and interrupt him. His voice is always gentle, always steady, but when he sings there’s suddenly so much sunshine to it; as if he’s transitioned the atmosphere to a warm day in a field underneath fluffy clouds, where the wind blows so sweetly it’s as if there’s sugar in the air.

You hold onto that image as he sings, as he keeps combing your hair, with a smile cushioned in your cheeks that you hope he doesn’t notice. You hold onto it as if the breeze you’re imagining could actually tip you over. You hold onto it to let Obi-Wan have this moment, and for you to have yours. And you hold onto it in your heart for years to come, when Obi-Wan’s hair has greys and your strength isn’t what it used to be; listening to the song your husband sings you to sleep, with your head in his lap and his fingers in your hair.

Hello there! Sorry for the delayed response, my notifications are weird sometimes. I have some mutuals and other folks here that write some wonderful Obidala fanfics.

✦ @labyrinth-runner

✦ @julie-yard

✦ @shierak-inavva

✦ @danielleasbureaucouk

I would like to add two more authors to your list

@misschriscreations

and @greenfleeze

They both have drabble/ficlet collections on ao3 focusing on obidala and are good people.

I hope you have fun on here, nonny.

1- “Are you ok? You sound like you’ve been gargling glass.”

2- “No no no, sorry! I just-… I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.”

3- “For once, this isn’t actually my fault.”

4- “….Did you just sniff me?”

5- “Give me back my keys! I’m fine!”

6- “You’re my boss, not my mum. Why are you so worried about me all of a sudden?”

7- “I’m not going to like what you’re about to tell me…. am I?”

8- “I can’t believe you told them you were my fiancé.”

9- “I didn’t know you had a cat.”

10- “What the fuck did you do to all of my clothes?!”

11- “Excuse you, I can be as dramatic and ridiculous as I want, outside of work hours. You can’t stop me.”

12- “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

Have you ever listened to Hans Zimmer’s Silver? Please, just trust me on this, it just…. hits differently, ya know? Especially if you live near/in/ever been to the American South West. If your not into listening to a 4:00 song, I understand completely, just please, please listen to 2:45- 3:17, chills.