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owkse · 2 years

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Obi Wan Kenobi ~ Becoming A Master Comes Great Responsibility

Chapter 28

Chapter 27

You stood at the bottom of the platform you graduated from all those years ago, the council had just finished about knighting those who had shown exemplary service during the war. Now came your turn, you were called to the platform, first awarded your medals of honour given to you by the newly elected Chancellor Bail Organa.

After they had been pinned to your tunic and you had taken a picture alongside the chancellor you then stood before the council. Master Windu approached you, taking off your cloak, leaving Obi Wan to approach you with your new cloak. This cloak looked exactly the same as the standard Jedi cloak, the only difference was if you were to inspect it close enough you could find the Jedi emblem on the inside.

As Obi Wan slide the cloak up and around your shoulders you resisted the urge to move back into his warmth. As he retook his spot Obi Wan shot you the smallest of smirks, sensing your longing in the force.

‘It is with great honour we welcome you to the council we do, Master Y/N Y/L/N you now are’ smiled Yoda, the hall filling with applause.

You bowed to the council and then turned to each side bowing to the order. Slowly you descended the stairs, shaking the hands of those that came to congratulate you. Chatting with some of the younglings, you felt the lingering prescience of the council waiting by the door.

‘Younglings it would appear I have to be an adult, have a good day and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do’ you said bowing as the younglings giggled.

Approaching the council, Obi Wan smirked at you as you wondered over.

‘What?’ You asked.

‘Nothing… just… I’ll tell you later’ smiled Obi Wan stepping beside you as you walked to your first council meeting.

Reaching the council chamber, the other members took their seats leaving you free to then claim yours, as you took your seat you quickly passed into the force to pay your respect to the fallen Master whose seat you now sat in.

‘We have two main points of discussion, Skywalker’s trial and something Master Yoda wishes to bring up’ started Windu.

‘We have delayed the trial long enough, the Senate have begun to rebuild after the war, we are seriously lacking’ commented Secura, but not unkindly.

‘We are agreed Skywalker is to face trial?’ asked Plo Koon.

‘No’ you said, making every member look at you.

‘What do you mean? He was fighting to kill you’ noted Ki Adi Mundi.

‘I realise that, but he was manipulated, from the second that… Sideous was that his proclaimed name?’ You asked double checking.

‘It is’ said Plo Koon.

‘Sideous had his claws in him from a young age and we didn’t even sense that he was in trouble, we shouldn’t punish him for our mistakes’ you said firmly, trying to ignore the fluttering from Obi Wan.

‘You are suggesting that Master Kenobi failed in his job as Skywalker’s Master?’ asked Windu narrowing his eyes at you.

‘No, I am saying the arrogance in this room is what partially caused this, our attachment to the code and subsequent abandonment of our own, is what caused this, Master Kenobi did an incredible job as his Master and that was only shown in Skywalker’s actions as a general, but now we owe Skywalker, he deserves our help’ you replied.

‘Agree with Y/N, I do, bring up my point it does, attachments to each other, helps it does, peaceful it makes the force’ said Yoda making everyone surprised.

‘You’re speaking about rewriting the code’ said Obi Wan in shock.

‘Time it is, the order to move forward, it should’ nodded Yoda.

‘The order would be in disarray’ said Windu.

‘Not if they were to vote upon it’ said Plo Koon.

‘It’s never been done before’ said Secura.

‘Time it is, the war changed us and not for good it has… time to think we need’ said Yoda.

‘Perhaps some meditation is in order’ suggested Ki Adi Mundi.

‘I agree’ said Kit Fitso.

‘Meeting adjourned’ said Windu.

Council members began to leave the room, you watched Obi Wan, watching as he went and stood looking out of the window. With a nod from Yoda, being the last in the room, you approached the man, standing next to him as the door shut after Master Yoda.

‘You really believe attachments help the force?’ Asked Obi Wan.

‘I do, we are attached to the code aren’t we?’ You asked speaking softly.

‘And Anakin you think he’s worth helping?’ Asked Obi Wan.

‘We owe him help Obi Wan, surely after everything…. He was like your brother’ you said softly, reaching out and taking hold of his hand as you felt his pain in the force.

‘I’m so conflicted, I’m angry at him for attacking you, hurt because I couldn’t help him, but so doubtful of the code I just… you’re the only thing I’m certain of’ said Obi Wan, turning to face you, taking hold of your other hand as you stood toe to toe.

‘I love you Obi Wan’ you whispered a tear escaping down your cheek.

‘Oh darling, I love you too’ said Obi Wan, cupping your cheek wiping the tear away with his thumb.

‘I don’t want to hurt you, I just don’t want you to loose Anakin’ you said.

‘Your not hurting me, I promise you that’ replied Obi Wan.

‘Your sure?’ You asked doubtfully.

Instead of saying anything Obi Wan bent his head, pressing his lips softly to yours, kissing you gently.

‘I need to speak with Anakin, will you come with me?’ Asked Obi Wan, continuing to stroke the skin of your cheek with his thumb, where his hand rested.

‘Of course’ you replied.

With final pecks to your lips, you and Obi Wan exited together. Walking through the temple side by side, you both made your way down to the cells, making your way to a particular one.

‘Hello Anakin’

Chapter 29

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lillian-gallows · 4 years

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Dirty Secrets are Against the Jedi Code.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Jedi!Reader. Prompt: That Kenobi ass and my undying thirst for it. Summary: After a nightmare (Y/n) goes to her best friend, Obi-Wan’s, room for comfort, they both get a little more than they bargained for, not that they’re complaining. Author: http://lillian-gallows.tumblr.com/ Reader Gender: Female anatomy and pronouns used. Word Count: 1,964 POV: 1st Person (Reader) Warnings: P in V sex, Unsafe sex (Wrap it before you tap it!), Oral (F receiving), momentary angst but mostly fluff.

Author note: This is set just before the Clone Wars in my head, but this can be set any time before the fall of the Jedi. Gif by Penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories.

Minors DNI!

My steps were silent as I made my way down the halls of the Temple to his room. My thick robes wrapped around me were warm, but not comforting, not like he was.

He was my greatest joy in life, and I often found myself wishing we weren’t sworn Jedi, wishing he and I could be more than friends, more than fellows in the Order. More.

It was my greatest joy, and my greatest shame…

My knuckles tapped quietly against his door, I knew he’d be awake still, probably studying a Holorcron or some old book.

His door opened and I was met by his concerned azure gaze a few seconds later. “(Y/n)? It’s late, Little One.” He said quietly, though there was no irritation behind it.

His voice never failed to make my heart jump in my chest.

“I had another nightmare…” Was all I had to say, and he was opening his door to let me in, locking it behind me, not for fear of someone walking in, but for my own peace of mind.

He was so used to my appearances at his door that at this point he didn’t even try to turn me away. He did once and it ended with me falling asleep in the Archives to avoid going back to bed.

He sat down on his bed and gestured for me to sit with him, wrapping his arms around me once I had. “Do you want to talk about it?” He questioned softly; his concern rang in my heart.

I shook my head. “It’s the same as it always is…Darkness, fear…pain…I’ve talked to Master Yoda about it and he says I need to meditate on it more, it could just be stress. But it doesn’t help. I can’t focus…” I answered tiredly as I rested my head on his shoulder.

“I’d suggest training to relieve the stress, but that tends to be stressful itself.” He sighed, his large hand coming up to pet over my hair soothingly.

“I can think of other ways to relieve stress…” I thought but didn’t dare say.

He gave me a squeeze and stood. “Get some more rest.” He ordered before going back to his desk, where I saw a Holocron sitting.

“What are you studying?” I asked as I laid down.

“Premonitions through the Force, I’m looking for techniques to control it…” He answered as he opened the Holocron.

I nodded, though I knew he couldn’t see me. I hoped that that wasn’t what was happening to me. If so, I wouldn’t be able to look at Anakin the same way ever again.

Letting my eye drift closed and slipping off into darkness, I was thankful that no more nightmares would plague me that night.

A while later I woke to the sight of him sleeping next to me, his face was so peaceful, I don’t know how he did it, it made my heart clench.

I watched his lips, just slightly parted with his soft breaths, and wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips. To feel his facial hair brush my skin.

Before I knew it, I was pressing my lips to his with a touch so feather soft that I almost only felt his body heat.

But it was enough to wake him because when I opened my eyes, I was met with his looking back at me with shock and confusion, and something else I couldn’t name.

“(Y/N)…?” He murmured with sleepy confusion.

My chest clenched with regret as I sat up. “I’m sorry…” I said murmured as I bolted from his bed and made for the door. I hadn’t even gotten the lock off when I felt his hand wrap around my wrist and turn me around.

I’d just barely processed that when his lips pressed to mine.

I froze.

When he pulled away and looked down at me. “What…?” I breathed, my mind spinning.

“I thought I was alone with these feelings…” He said as his large hands cupped my cheeks.

“Really…?” I whispered, praying this wasn’t some cruel, sweet, dream.

He nodded and pressed his forehead to mine gently before claiming my lips once more, his hands drifting down to my hips.

My hands flew to his hair, making it even more a mess than it was from sleep, something I’d always wanted to do.

I hadn’t noticed we were moving till my back was pressed to his door and my hands were pinned above my head as his lips attacked my neck, careful not to leave marks. “Leave it to us to have the same secret.” He murmured against my flushed flesh.

I whimpered and pressed back against him, desperate to feel him in any way I could.

He backed up and removed his shirt before pressing back into me, his hands gripping my hips. I nipped at his lips, asking ever so sweetly for entrance.

Our tongues tangled as I slipped my robes off, letting them fall to the floor silently, leaving only a thin sleep shirt separating our skin.

My fingers ran over his shoulders and my nails bit lightly into his skin.

His hands drifted slowly down from my hips to the backs of my thighs, and I only had a second to react when he lifted me, my legs wrapping securely around his hips.

He smirked at my surprised gasp and walked us back to his bed and laid me down, taking a moment to look down at me, his warm eyes full of love and desire. I took the chance to slip off my pants and toss them away.

Then he was there, hovering over me, his lips claiming mine once more before working their way down to my neck, his hot skin pressed to mine.

My nails raked down his back and pulled a sigh from him that fanned hotly across my skin, his beard scratching at my hypersensitive skin.

I softly pressed a hand to his chest so I could sit up and remove my undershirt, tossing it on the floor. Then he there again, one hand massaging one of my breasts while his lips lavished attention on the other and my hips ground against his wantonly as the shocks of pleasure moved southward.

Then I felt his hand leave my breast and slowly slip down my body to tease my core through my panties. He pulled back to look down at me, taking in my facial expressions. “May I…?” He whispered, his sapphire eyes smoldering down at me, as he slipped a fingertip under the hem.

I nodded and lifted my hips so he could pull them down my legs.

He sat back once they were off and looked at me, his eyes devouring me in all my naked glory and it made my skin feel all the hotter.

“Gorgeous…” He whispered reverently before his lips found mine again, but only for a moment before they were kissing their way down my neck, down my chest, down my stomach, coming to a stop at my thighs, where he applied gently pressure to coax them open for him. “So wet for me, Little One…” He said, using his nickname for me in the lewdest way possible, it sent a shiver through me.

Then his tongue was on me, and my hand was pressed to my mouth to keep the desperate sounds from escaping. “Obi…” I whimpered against my palm.

I almost couldn’t handle the things he was doing with that smart and dangerous mouth of his.

“Obi…Please…” I begged quietly.

“Please what, Little One? What do you want?” He teased gazing up at me.

“Please…I need you…” I begged, looking down at him, my eyes pleading.

His smirk was predatory as he kissed his way back up my body, his hips pressed flush to mine, and kissed me deeply, the taste of myself on his lips hotter than it had any right to be.

His eyes met mine in that serious manner that he had. “Are you sure?” He asked carefully, like he was scared to hurt me. But he didn’t just mean about the sex, he also meant was I sure about him.

I cupped his cheek and nodded. “Surer than I’ve ever been.” I promised.

He seemed relieved to hear that as he stood and took his trousers and underwear off before taking his place over me again. He took himself in his hand and pressed his tip to my entrance. “I love you, so very much.” He said before pressing in.

He held still for a few moments, both for me and himself, before setting a slow gentle pace. “Gods…So hot…” He breathed hotly next to my ear.

My nails dug into his flesh as I begged for more, his slow pace was sweet torture, but I needed more.

He smirked and slung my knees over his shoulders and set a harder, faster, pace that had him reaching places that I didn’t even know existed. It pulled a choked off cry from me that he swallowed with a kiss, his tongue twisting with mine desperately.

Soon I was fighting off that ever so urging coil in my belly that just begged to break, and he smirked down at me. “You’re getting tighter…” He breathed, teasing, his eyes rolling back for a second at the sensation. “Look at me…Let me see you come undone…” He ordered, slowing slightly till I complied.

I had to fight to obey but when I managed it I was met with the glorious sight of every muscle in his abdomen and arms flexed in effort, his hair mussed and sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes filled with so much love and desire that it was almost too much for me.

Not even three trusts later I was overcome with ecstasy and my world went white and all my nerves lit up like electricity.

He followed one thrust later and I could feel him fill me up, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, unable to tell where I ended and he began, too wrapped up in us. Nothing but pure force and love.

He pulled out and lay next to me, dragging me closer to him and pulling me back to reality as I looked up at him, memorizing everything about him in this moment. The way his auburn hair stuck out wildly, the way his flushed skin glistened with sweat, the way his smiled softly down at me.

“You’re staring…” He teased.

“I’m gazing, there’s a difference.” I replied just as teasing.

He shifted lightly and ran his fingers through my hair. “How do you feel?” He asked sweetly.

“Good...” I breathed blissfully, shifting my hips slightly only to wince as I felt his spend coming free. “Messy.” He chuckled at that and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“Wait here.” He said softly as he stood and disappeared into his private restroom for a minute and then returned with a damp rag and a glass of water in hand.

He handed me the glass of water. “Drink.” He ordered softly before taking the wet rag and gently cleaning me up. I jumped a little at the sensation on my oversensitive flesh but soon relaxed.

Once the glass was half empty, I offered it back to him. “Drink.” I mimicked his order teasingly. He smirked and took the glass, draining it and setting it aside before laying back down and pulling me with him.

“I love you, Obi…” I murmured in the silence of the room.

“I love you too, (Y/n).” He whispered back as he kissed my forehead.

We slipped into sleep without a single thought of what tomorrow would bring.

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simkaswriting · 6 years

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The Code-(Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Characters: Mace Windu, Yoda, Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi and (Y/N)

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Warnings: Obviously breaking the Code, the Code later gets eradicated(for the sake of this story, I know it’s unrealistic but it’s fanfic let me be)

Word Count: 3065

Summary: What happens when Obi-Wan gets the courage to invite (Y/N) to a fancy event held by the Congress? And what happens when the one rule that’s keeping them apart is abolished?

Across the Glaxies, it was a well-known fact that Anakin and (Y/N) Skywalker, the hellish pair of twins, were a force to be reckoned with. Whilst Anakin had the strength, the undeniably terrifying strength, (Y/N) had the brains. She was regarded as the smartest padawan around, her intelligence and wisdom bordering the one of Master Yoda himself. Though that’s not to say that Anakin isn’t cunning, and (Y/N) isn’t a killed fighter. But the twins balance each other out well. And that’s something Obi-Wan Kenobi first noticed when he saved them from slavery on the planet Tatooine. He watched the two flourist over the years, as he himself trained Anakin and Master Windu trained (Y/N). And over the years, he watched himself slowly break the code, slowly fall in love.

“You know, you’re way too smart for your own good.” Anakin grins over at his twin as he once again finds her in the library, reading something from the datapad, not an uncommon sight. You could ask the girl the most obscure question and she’d still give you a straight answer within seconds. And Anakin always admired that about his sister.

“It would benefit you if you hit the books once in a while too.” She teases him with a smirk, knowing fine well her brother would much rather be out fighting than reading.

“Is there a particular reason you’re here?” (Y/N) asks, brows raised. Anakin’s supposed to be training with his Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi right now. Just the thought of that man makes (Y/N) want to smile.

Being a padawan, a future Jedi, feelings are forbidden and should be repressed. Like the feeling she gets whenever he says her name, it rolls off his tongue with such ease that it often leaves her breathless. Or the feelings she gets when her of Master isn’t able to train her so she trains with her brother and Obi-wan. But (Y/N) has never been one to obey the rules.

“That tongue of yours is going to get you in trouble one day. But yes, there is going to be a grand meeting tonight, something like a ball, and Obi-Wan asked me if you would be interested in attending. He’d pick us both up.” Anakin grins at his sister, younger by four minutes, knowing fine well that just by mentioning Obi-Wan’s name would be enough for her to make up her mind.

(Y/N)s eyes widen a little. Did Anakin’s Master actually request her specifically to join them at the dinner? ‘Goodness, that leaves a few hours to get ready, I better go’ she thinks to herself as she quickly passes a few datapads to her brother, muttering a quick ‘I have to run’ before disappearing down the long hallways to the room of one person she knows can herlp her in this crisis, Padmé Amidala.

The frantic knocking on the door pulls Padmé out of her thoughts, which are mainly preoccupied with Anakin these days, and the senator rushes to open it. She’s surprised to find (Y/N) Skywalker, looking frantic and desperate.

“How can I help you? Is everything alright?” Padmé asks the girl as she pushes past her and walks into her room.

(Y/N) flashes a quick, guilty smile. “I’m so sorry to bother you and be such a burden, but I was hoping maybe you could help me.”

The Senator looks at the girl with raised eyebrows. The two weren’t the best of friends, yes they got along well but they never had much in common, apart from their mutual love for Anakin, which (Y/N) was well aware of.

“I need to dress to impress, and I was hoping I could borrow a dress?” (Y/N) asks as she plays with the hem of her sweater. Yes, she is aware of her brothers relationship with the former Queen, but it still feels weird asking for a favour. She’s still royalty to her.

Padmé smiles a little, catching on to why her friend is fretting so much. Anakin did mention a connection he felt between his sister and his Master. She just didn’t think it would be so strong.

“Of course, follow me. I have just the right dress in mind.” She smiles at (Y/N) before intertwining their arms and dragging her to her closet for the epic makeover to begin.

“Right, I’m sure this dress would be illegal on some planets.” (Y/N) gawks at her reflection, now almost unrecognisable, if it weren’t for the lightsaber she has strapped to her hip.

(Y/N)s hair is curled, it cascades down her shoulders and frames her face, which is sporting eyeliner and bright red lips. The dress she’s wearing is long, with a slit up to her thigh and the front is low-cut, only complimented by a necklace with a mini skull pendant. And the heels are to die for.

Padmé admires her work with a huge grin. “Now, the dinner starts in a few minutes, so you better be off. I’m sure a certain someone will be expecting you.” The former queen claps her hands together as she ushers (Y/N) out of her room, the girl barely having enough time to argue that there isn’t a certain someone, never mind thanking the girl for giving her a makeover. But of course, she’d just be lying to herself if she said that this ensemble wasn’t intended to impress a certain Jedi.

(Y/N) makes it in time to her sleeping quarters to see Anakin and Obi-Wan just about to leave, thankfully they notice her just in time.

Obi-Wan has gotten used to his feelings towards (Y/N), he’s learned to repress them so he can focus on missions. But seeing the girl, no, woman, in front of him makes him feel all sorts of ways. The dress hugs all of her curves perfectly and even shows off parts of her he’s sure only she’s seen. But the Jedi Master wasn’t about to complain.

“What makes you think you’re going out dressed like that?” Anakin snaps Obi-Wan out of his thoughts and causes him to grin at the sibling exchange.

(Y/N) crosses her arms over her chests, unintentionally defining her assets more than they already were, as she raises an eyebrow at her brother.

“What makes you think you can command me?” She retorts. Next to Anakin, Obi-Wan tries his best to not look at the woman in front of him, because he knows the things she’s doing to him are wrong. But perhaps, if he lets himself feel, just for tonight...

“I’m older than you, so go change.” Anakin glares right back at his sister.

A small smirk tugs at her lips. She wasn’t too confident wearing this outfit, but knowing it pisses her brother off is yet another reason to wear it.

“And I’m more mature, so kindly keep you opinions to yourself and shove them up your-” Before (Y/N) can finish off, she’s interrupted by her twins Master.

“Please, this arguing isn’t improving anything. We’re late as it is.” Obi-Wan coughs and extends his arm out for (Y/N) to hold, as does Anakin. With a fluttering heart, she grabs a hold of the Jedi’s arm and rolls her eyes at her brother, but holds his arm nevertheless.

The three make their way to the grand room often left empty, and only used on special occasions. Though neither of the twins know what the special occasion is, they both look forward to attending this dinner. Each have been once before, and can confirm with ease that these events are extraordinary.The food is delicious, the drinks are refreshing, and the Jedi’s let loose. Well, as loose as they can whilst still following the Code.

“You look wonderful today, (Y/N).” Obi-Wan smiles at the padawan next to him, the warmth from his eyes spreading to his heart. He’s tried to follow the Jedi Code, so hard in fact that there was a time where he shut (Y/N) out completely, but not even the most skilled and wise one would succeed. She’s his weakness, and though it took him a long time to admit it, it feels good now. Like weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

“Thank you, Master Kenobi. You don’t look too shabby yourself.” (Y/N) grins back at the Jedi Master and discreetly squeezes his arm, causing his heart to jump-start. But he hides the feeling, before either of the twins can pick up on it. They are the most promising of padawans, after all.

Anakin walks ahead and opens the door to the room, where many are mingling and laughter can be heard. Obi-Wan leads (Y/N) into the room with a small, but proud, smile as Anakin splits off to go talk to Padmé by the grand piano.

“Well, shall I leave you to mingle?” Obi-Wan asks the woman next to him with a small, polite smile. It’s the last thing he wants to do.

At those words, her heart sinks a little. She wanted to spend tonight by his side, talking to him and getting to know him better than she already does. Hell, he’s the reason she got all dressed up. But instead of letting go of his arm and striking up conversation with another Jedi or Senator she has no desire to talk to, she grips him a little tighter. Perhaps it’s the dress that’s given her the extra courage.

“I’d rather be with you, Master Kenobi. No offence to the Senate, but they can get rather boring.” (Y/N) chuckles and looks up at the man next to her. Obi-Wan isn’t the tallest of people, but even with her heels, she’s still smaller than him.

Obi-Wan reciprocates the smile and leads the two of them to the dance floor, where a few are already dancing to some classical music, including Padmé and Anakin. There is a trait that the older twin possesses that (Y/N) herself doesn’t. And that’s the ability to dance.

She looks up at her crush of many years in panic and the thought of just running away from the dance floor seems like a good idea.

“Master Kenobi, I-I don’t know how to dance.” She stutters as the two of them stop right in the middle. People dance around them gracefully, and she has to hold back a giggle when she sees her own mMaster dancing with a Senator.

“Darling (Y/N), how many times do I have to tell you to call me Obi-Wan? And don’t fret, I happen to be quite good.” The Jedi Master rolls his eyes before grinning cheekily and pulling the padawan closer. He wraps his hand around her waist, bringing her even closer, and with the other hand intertwines their fingers.

(Y/N)s mind races at light speed as Obi-Wan presses his body against hers and slowly starts to move rhythmically, though she thinks to herself, this music has no rhythm. She feels heat creep up her neck and onto her cheeks at the nickname the Jedi had given her.

The two sway from side to side, occasionally taking a few steps to this side and that. (Y/N) keeps her eyes on the ground, afraid that if she were to look directly at Obi-Wan, he’d be able to tell how deeply in love she is. How deeply wrong that is.

“May I ask you a question, (Y/N)?” Obi-Wan asks and briefly disconnects their hands so he can lift her face by her chin so she looks at him. As his eyes marvel upon her beauty, he gets a feeling of overwhelming adoration and longing. Her makeup, no doubt done by Padmé, makes her features stand out, and make her look even more mature than she already is. It truly is a gift for Obi-Wan to be in the presence of a woman so beautiful yet dangerous.

“You just did.” She grins and the Jedi rolls his eyes at her awful joke.

“Well then, another one?” He asks, his fingers drawing absentminded circles on the small of her back, causing shivers to tingle up her spine, unbeknown to him.

Once again, the padawan laughs. “You just did, again.”

Across the room, Padmé rests her hand discreetly on Anakins. As she gazes at (Y/N) and Obi-Wan, a small smile tugs at her lips.

“You can feel it too, can’t you?” She asks her secret lover of many months. Being together comes with a price, one that doesn’t let them be together in public, but if it means they can be together in the long run they’re more than willing to pay it.

Anakin bites the skin around his thumb in deep thought. “She loves him, that much is obvious. As wrong as it is, I’m not one to judge. But he loves her too, maybe more than he should. And it scares me. What if she gets hurt?” He ponders aloud, his girlfriend listening intently.

She takes a hold of the hand thats biting his thumb and slowly walks to the dance floor with him. The two mimic Obi-Wan and (Y/N) and begin to dance slowly.

“My love, she will get hurt. He will get hurt. It’s inevitable. But we should be happy for them. It’s rare when two people have a love that pure. It’s even rarer when the two people are in the position they are.” Padmé whispers to Anakin. He looks down at her, every part of him wanting to kiss her. She’s perfect. Instead of worrying about his twin, Anakin loses himself in Padmé’s eyes.

Obi-Wan once again rolls his eyes at the woman in his arms, so carefree and happy it makes him fill with joy. “If you could break the Code, even for a little while, what would you do?”

(Y/N)s heart skips a beat and she almost takes a step back in surprise at the question. But her eyes merely widen. Should he be asking these sorts of questions? Should she answer? If she were to be honest, he might distance himself. He may push her away and never even spare her a glance. But at the same time, she feels like the weight would be lifted off of her shoulders. Could she tell him? Should she?

(Y/N) steps closer to the Jedi and wraps her hands around his neck, a small smile playing on her lips. Just as the Jedi absentmindedly traces patterns on her back, she plays with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Now, why would I tell a Jedi Master that?” She questions, a cheeky smile on her lips.

Obi-Wan grins down at the woman in his arms. She’s always been a mischievous one, a quality which almost deemed her unfit for a future Jedi, until Yoda convinced Windu to take her on. Though now Obi-Wan is beginning to wish that Yoda had assigned her to him for training.

The two sway in the rhythm, (Y/N) now comfortable with dancing since she has an amazing partner to lead her.

“If I tell you, will you return the favour”? The Jedi asks, a small smile of his own forming on his lips. Before either of them have a chance to say anything, they are interrupted by the loud, booming voice of Master Yoda, who’s had to adjust the microphone stand significantly so he can speak into the microphone.

“Very thankful I am for your presence, very important news I have to share.” The Masters wise voice intrigues the guests, which seem to have grown in size a great deal since they had arrived. As (Y/N) looks around, she sees that all Jedi are present, every padawan, every Senator. This makes her grow uneasy. What could possibly be important enough for all of these crucial people to be present?

Sensing her grow anxious, Obi-Wan discreetly takes a hold of her hand. Almost immediately, he can sense her getting calm. And it makes him think that he already knows the answer to his previous question.

“The Code, so very dear until now, partially eradicated will be. ‘There is no passion, there is serenity’ true no longer will be.” Yoda speaks into the microphone, and the words hit (Y/N) deeply.

This one rule of the Code she had followed almost religiously, despite hating it with all of her might. This one rule prevented her from acting on her love and adoration towards a certain bearded man. This rule almost broke her, and now it was being broken.

Obi-Wan almost faints, right then and there, as he hears the Master speak. This surely has to be a mistake. Out of all of the rules in the Jedi Code, that was the most treasured one. Why would they abandon it on a whim? That’s not to say that he wasn’t happy. The mere thought of being with (Y/N) excited him, almost to the point where it was ridiculous.

Master Windu replaces Yoda on the little stage and bends down to adjust the microphone stand to his height before he speaks, a rare smile on his face.

“It has been decided that this rule will no longer apply, effective immediately. We judge that the performance of Jedi’s and padawans alike will greatly improve by the abolition of this one rule.” The Master finishes, before music once again fills the air. And after a few brief seconds of silence, the entire room erupts into chatter.

Out of the corner of her eye, (Y/N) sees her twin brother kissing his girlfriend so passionately and fiercely it leaves her heart aching. What she wouldn’t do to be kissed like that by a certain bearded Jedi. But she’s tired of waiting. All she’s done in the last few years is wait.

She turns to Obi-Wan with a small smile, and sees he has one of his own. Her hands wind them self around his neck once again, but instead of keeping her distance, she leans in and presses a gentle, tentative kiss on the older mans lips.

An undeniable warmth fill both of them, one that they knew they were craving but was forbidden until mere seconds ago. And now that it’s allowed, neither want to stop. Neither want to let the other one go.

As they pull away, Obi-Wan gently caresses (Y/N)s face, admiration and determination filling his eyes.

“Does this answer your question?” She laughs lightly, before pulling the Jedi in for another kiss, this one more urgent and demanding than the one before.

From the other side of the room, Padmé smiles up at Anakin, who’s got his arm slung around her shoulder casually. “I told you, love. What they have is rare and beautiful. Now stop brooding and kiss me some more.”

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