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Reminiscence

Part Three

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Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Summary: Obi Wan has been recognized in Mos Eisley, and with the Inquisitors monitoring the city, the two of you must temporarily relocate to avoid being found. During this time, your rampant nightmares persist.

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: fluff, smut, one bed trope (is this a warning or a promise?), mention of death and violence

A/N: buckle in bitches we are getting some spice. but not like spice like drugs. Like SMUT. ITS FINALLY GETTING SMUTTY

gif cred: @mcgregor

“The girl is too close to you, Master Kenobi” Master Windu’s voice carried heavily through the empty room.

“I am training her the same way I trained Anakin. There is no special treatment” Obi Wan claimed.

“Others on the Council disagree”

“Well, let them. I am doing my duty as has her Master. Nothing more” Master Kenobi insisted, careful not to get too defensive.

“See to it that it stays that way”

“I shall”

Footsteps drew closer to the door.

“And Obi Wan,” Windu called to him again.

“Yes?”

“I should not need to remind you of the laws forbidding romantic attachments to your padawan” Windu spoke firmly.

“Yes, Master Windu”

The guilt of eavesdropping weighed heavy on your conscience as your ear remained pressed to the door. You scurried away and found your seat on the bench outside the council chambers, hearing Master Kenobi’s footsteps approaching the door. The thumping inside your chest would be hard to hide.

It was probable that Obi Wan didn’t know the subject matter of his sudden meeting with Master Windu. Otherwise he would not have brought you, even if you did remain outside the door. There was undeniable tension between the two of you, there always had been. Maybe it was the force, or perhaps just human nature, but a spark ignited every-time he was near. You know he felt it, too.

To your unfortunate surprise, others were taking notice. You thought it was subtle, harmless, but apparently not.

Maybe someone saw the two of you pressed against each other during your training, staring deep into each other’s eyes. Maybe that person caught a glimpse of how you broke a nervous sweat just being that close to him. Or, maybe, they took note of how many seconds passed before you pulled away from each other.

It was an accident, you tripped and fell into him and he caught you. It was only one time, and you swore to yourself it would never happen again.

Regardless, you were treading through dangerous waters, and you expected that things were going to get awkward with Master Kenobi for a while. Your desire for him could never outweigh the honor of becoming a Jedi, an opportunity you’d be a fool to throw away.

You couldn’t look him in the eye as the doors slid open, but you could feel his eyes on you.

“Let’s go. We are going to be late” He said flatly, referring to the Senate meeting starting soon.

“Yes, Master” You said softly, debating whether or not to bring it up. Ultimately, you decided to be brave and ask.

“Is everything okay?” You asked vaguely. You’d be embarrassed to give away the fact that you were snooping on his meeting.

“Hm? Oh, yes. Everything is fine” He replied, sounding unsure and convincing seemingly at the same time. He looked to you, his eyebrows lifted in curiosity to your inquiry.

“Good” You smiled nervously back to him.

As you strolled the halls briskly with him, you passed a number of Jedi, visitors, younglings, and senators. Not a single eye was watching you, but somehow it felt like the world had a magnifying glass upon you two like a science experiment.

As you passed an empty corridor, you almost lost your footing when Obi Wan pulled you to the side, finding a broad marble pillar to hide behind. This was a mostly unused wing of the Temple, he knew this as well as you did.

“Where are we-” You began, confused, but were cut off by Obi Wan’s frantic motions. He put your back to the pillar and got dangerously close to you again. Your breath hitched in your throat

“Listen to me, my young Padawan”

“Okay”

“I don’t know what you heard in that meeting but,” Obi Wan breathed out with dread, “this cannot wait until later”

“I heard most of it” You confessed, omitting the part where you shoved your ear to the crack in the entryway in order to do so.

“I see”

“I’m sorry” You shrunk into yourself, ashamed of your spying.

“No need for apologies. Just listen” He started again, but not without a great deal of hesitation, “There is something about you that makes me forget myself…you make me blissfully forget what is right and what is wrong. It’s not your fault, but I fear what may happen if I continue to train you”

“Master, what do you me-”

“I cannot focus when I am around you. I cannot control my desire for you. My mind wanders and it is torment to me”

Your mouth may have dropped to the floor if you had allowed it to. You’d never directly spoken about the tension. It was almost as if not speaking it into existence meant it wasn’t really happening and didn’t have to be addressed. You had no idea what effect you had on him…

“I have to request you be reassigned. I’m sorry”

Your heart shattered in response. He couldn’t be serious.

“Please, no,” you pleaded, “I’ve already been transferred once, please don’t make me go through that again”

His eyes grew sorrowful and full of remorse. Master Kenobi knew of what you’d been through and how much progress you lost when you were reassigned to him from Master Ti.

“I know, little one, but it must be done. I’m sorry.”

“We can…we can figure something out. Please, can we at least try? Obi Wan, I know I’m not innocent in this. I struggle to focus around you as well. But it’s a challenge I’m willing to learn to work through. We can both work on this, it doesn’t have to be this way” You rambled, hoping to convince him otherwise.

Obi Wan fell silent and searched your expression for how you really felt.

“We are capable of a fresh start. I think we owe it to ourselves to try” You debated to him.

“Very well”, He spoke softly and you sensed a feeling of relief from him, “but if there is temptation again, I won’t reconsider a second time”

“I understand”

After that day, you grew distant from him. This absolutely broke your heart, but it had to be done. You turned yourself cold and forced yourself to focus only on your duties as a Jedi in training. Obi Wan was never the same either. You both still cared deeply for one another, but you knew to continue your behavior and allowing temptation to take over would be your downfall.

“I’m proud of you, Y/N”

These were the last words Obi Wan spoke to you up until your reunion. You held onto these words for years until they faded into an obsolete pile of hope that wasted away with your memory of him. Your heart ached all the time without him there.

“Gather your things” Obi Wan stated frantically as he returned home from his work. He startled you in the middle of your reading.

“Uh, o-okay” You stuttered in confusion.

“We need to leave” He continued whilst packing his clothes into a bag.

“Obi Wan what’s going on?”

“I think I’ve been recognized” He stopped in his tracks to weigh the gravity of the situation.

“By who?”

“An inquisitor” He swallowed hard.

“Do they know where you live?” You hesitantly asked.

“I’m not sure. I don’t want to risk it. We have to go off planet. It’s not safe on Tatooine”

“Where will we go?” You asked while you gathered what little belongings you had.

“Batuu. Just long enough to lay low. A day or two. They’ll move on eventually”

“Are you sure you want to take me?” You asked timidly. In this situation you didn’t want to complicate anything. You would understand if you needed to stay behind.

“You go where I go” He turned to you, holding your shaking hands in his palms.

You nodded with a reassuring smile.

“I know a man who owns an Inn on Batuu. He lets me stay there unregistered. With the Empire’s new protocols, no one can have a room at an inn without proper registration. I pay him under the table, no questions asked. Unfortunately this has happened a couple of times”

“Will he be okay with you bringing a guest?”

“He will have to be. I’m not leaving you here”

As the civilian transport ship exited hyperspace, you couldn’t help but gasp. Just in the few days you’d spent on Tatooine made you miss greenery and oceans, both of which came into view as the ship made its descent.

You’d heard of Batuu years ago, it used to be home to a separatist outpost in the days of the Republic, therefore you imagine there was probably a heavy imperial presence. If you tried to go anywhere else, Obi Wan would have to register as a guest, which would scan him, and it would alert the inquisitors searching for him. This deal was your best bet at safety for now.

As a former Padawan, you were likely flagged in the imperial records as well. Anyone they don’t have a death record for is still considered ‘on the run’.

“Head down, walk calmly” He whispered through the shield of his hooded robe as you descended the ship's open ramp.

You did just that. As you walked through the streets of Batuu, you noticed the scattered stormtroopers that paid little attention to you.

“How far are we?” You asked. Every step you took helped to fry your nerves. You swallowed your fear and kept walking, trying your hardest not to think about what would happen if you were caught.

“Not too far now” He barely spoke above a whisper.

The path that carried you through town narrowed significantly, covered now by lush forest instead of power lines and artificial lighting. You were nearly alone now, traveling down a stone walkway that began to feel like you two were walking through a fairy tail. You still mostly kept your head down. You could never be too sure.

You cautiously tilted your head up and caught a glance of an extravagant structure that towered over 20 floors. Elegant music trailed into your ears as you approached what looked like a resort, of some kind. The whole building stuck out like a sore thumb and drowned out the rest of the town in comparison, which you assume is why it’s tucked away outside of town. The exterior reflected the light like an Alderaanian palace, and the balconies that scattered up and down the length of its height held partygoers and travelers with credits to blow.

“This is the Inn?” You stopped, your jaw dropped.

“Not what you were expecting?” He smirked. That little devil, trying to impress you.

“Not quite” You laughed.

“I guess I never did describe it, did I?”

He’s so smug and doesn’t even realize it.

You hadn’t seen something so extraordinary since before the rise of the Empire. Since before you both went into hiding.

Obi Wan watched in adoration as your face twinkled under the shining lights. Your face was lit up like a child entering hyperspace for the first time. It excited you, staying somewhere this fancy. But it excited you even more to be staying there with him.

The interior was just as amazing. Everything shimmered and glistened, accented in gold. You could wipe the awe off your face, meanwhile all the guests in the lobby seemed incredibly adjusted to it.

“Many of them live here, they only rent out a few of the rooms. This is an interesting crowd but if you pretend like you belong, they won’t even notice us” He said, leaning over to you.

You nodded and looked around to observe the other guests. They all had a drink in hand, each one of them laughing or talking amongst a group. Their clothing reflected the exact establishment you were standing in. They were eccentric individuals, the types you’d seen plenty of back on Coruscant, but you can’t recall seeing these types of party goers around within the past few years. They all had this look in their eye, though, like they were avoiding the deep sorrow and regret lingering within them. You felt sorry for them, but also envious of their denial of what life had become.

“Hello, I’m looking for Satja” Obi Wan spoke confidently to the front desk. The receptionist looked startled, as if she’d seen a ghost.

“One moment”

“How do you know this guy again?”

“Long story”

A short man appeared from around the corner of a hidden office.

“Obi Wan!” The man shouted in glee when he saw him. You flinched at the call of his real name but then noticed, yet again, the partying hotel guests couldn’t care less. This was an interesting place.

“Satja, how are you?” Obi Wan smiled pleasantly at the man.

“Just fine, just fine. Business is booming as you can see!” He cackled, gesturing to the busy lobby.

“Yes, it seems so!”

“But hey, I don’t do it for the money”

“Satja, you only do this for money” Obi Wan scoffed playfully.

“You got me there”

“Listen, I won’t keep you. Just the usual, please” He softened his voice with the request.

“Nesa, take a quick break honey, I’ll take care of this one”

Satja shooed away the receptionist, who looked equally confused and pleased to be given a break.

“I gotta warn you, Obi Wan, Empire is cracking down. Don’t know if I’ll be able to do this much longer”

“What do you mean?”

“Bunch a’ troopers came in here last week asking for registration logs. It’s hard to fake those documents when you occupy a room without proper registration” Satja said regretfully. Obi Wan tried to hide his concern.

“But hey, I’ll keep helping ya as long as I can, I owe you my life”

“Thank you” Obi Wan nodded humbly. You decided that was a question for another day.

“So who’s this? Girlfriend?”

You cringed at the question, hoping he didn’t feel the pressure to say yes or no, so you spoke for him.

“Just good friends catching up” You smiled back.

“Oh yeah, we gotta lot of people that come here to ‘catch up’. I gotcha” he winked and cackled at his own comment again.

“Oh I’m sure you do,” You joked back to him.

“I’ll spare you the details of why we are here but 2 nights would be greatly appreciated. Whatever you have”

“You got it, my friend. 250”

“Why so much less than usual?”

“I gave you the ‘catching up’ special” Satja nudged him and began cackling again. You couldn’t help but laugh too, it was utterly contagious. Obi Wan was red in the face, trying to hide his smirk but failing completely.

“Satja” Obi Wan groaned

“Oh I’m just teasing. None of these jokers let me get in a good laugh around here”

“I thought it was funny” You corrected.

Satja high-fived you and looked at Obi Wan smugly. He worked some things in the data pad and took the credits from Obi Wan.

“Alright, pal. Room 16028G”

“That’s one of your nicer rooms isn’t it?” Obi Wan looked at him in astonishment.

“We just had a cancellation. Consider it my little gift to you”

“Thank you, Satja” You said graciously.

The walk to the elevators was filled with even more amusement. There was something fascinating to observe at every turn.

As the door to your room flung opened, you gasped. Similar to the lobby, the room was a perfect embodiment of elegance. The best resort accommodations that credits could buy. You weren’t used to this indulgence of luxurious things, you never had that in your life. The Jedi Temple is all of its glory paled in comparison. The room wasn't huge. It was a typical size, maybe a little larger, but the décor was beautiful.

“This is certainly nicer than the room he usually gives me”

“Wow” You mumbled. It was all you managed to say.

“It’s nice having company this time” He turned to you.

You smiled back at him as you set down your small satchel on the settee.

As you both took in the breathtaking view from your balcony and unpacked your belongings, you decided to pretend, just once, that you’re on vacation. Hiding from the empire should not be considered a vacation, but you must enjoy it if you can. Being with him was truly the only vacation you needed, anyways. The fancy inn was just a bonus.

“Dammit”

“What is it?”

“I guess I didn’t pack any clothes to sleep in” You rubbed your forehead. You were so frantic to leave earlier that you forgot to grab something, anything, to sleep comfortably in.

“You can borrow my tunic, here” Obi Wan offered kindly and tossed his clean sandy colored shirt to you. You recognized it as a shirt he typically slept in.

“Thank you”

You changed in the refresher and opted out of wearing anything under the shirt he let you borrow. It didn’t swallow you whole, but it was a bit longer than the bottom curve of your ass, and he’d never know you were naked beneath it. The idea of that…excited you.

“Are you okay with sleeping with m-…next to me?” Obi Wan asked as you exited the refresher.

“Of course. Besides, it’s a pretty big bed. I think we might lose each other in there” You joked.

Your heart raced inside your chest as you laid your head down on the pillow. He slept next to you that one night on Tatooine, but somehow this felt different. You hadn’t touched or kissed each other since the night at the cantina and that was almost a week ago. Nothing had been awkward, the moment just hadn’t felt right since then.

You turned away from him as you were too nervous to look at him lying next to you. It should be impossible to sleep right now, but you needed the rest, and you could only fight your heavy eyelids for so long before they defeated you.

“I probably won’t drift off to sleep for a while” Obi Wan whispered to you.

“I’m pretty tired now. I’ll probably go ahead and sleep”

“Goodnight, darling”

“Goodnight, Obi Wan”

A fuzzy cloud swept over your mind as memories began to flash back in front of you. There were screams. Distant, blood curdling screams. The child you protected kept disappearing from behind you. And a Jedi in your path kept falling to his death over…and over…and over. It was a loop… a horrid loop that grew louder and louder with every go around.

You couldn’t breathe. You gasped for air but your lungs failed you. You tried to scream but it was empty and silent. No one was coming to save you, but could you even save yourself?

A new vision came before you that was an unfamiliar loop in your nightmare. It was…Obi Wan. He stood before you, petrified. A red glow grew brighter behind him.

“Obi Wan?”

“Y/N, help me”

“I’m coming”

“Help, he’ll kill me”

A modulated breath pushed through a villainous mask. Everything went dark as Obi Wan pleaded for his life. His screams were cut short. You cried for him but he was gone.

—

Your eyes shot open and you leaned up in bed. You were breathing heavy and you must’ve screamed or cried in your sleep because Obi Wan was already moving to comfort you.

“I’m here, darling, I’m here” Obi Wan called calmly to you, “Sssh, it’s alright”

“Obi Wan” You whispered with realization of where you were.

It wasn’t real. I’m with him. I’m okay. He’s okay.

“Yes, I’m right here. Take a deep breath” He consoled you, scooting closer to you in bed.

Despite your best efforts not to break into a full on sob in front of him, you fell apart like shattered glass as he wrapped his strong arms around you. Your cheeks became soaked with tears before they seeped into the cloth of his shirt as you wept shamelessly in his grasp.

“They never stop, Obi Wan” You cried, trying to calm your breathing to prevent hyperventilation. The nightmares were back in full force again.

“I know, dear, I have them too” He spoke with sorrow.

“You do?”

“Yes. They’re debilitating” He said as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms, tucking your head under his chin. Being shielded by him was like being wrapped in a warm, blaster-proof blanket. “Waking up to one of those nightmares just to remember you’re alone in the desert is…hard”

You tried to calm yourself but your nerves were absolutely shot.

“It wasn’t real, you’re alive and you’re safe”

“Thank you” You whispered. You were so grateful for his presence in that moment.

"I'll hold you as long as you need"

You began to calm gradually as your mind processed and distinguished the difference between your nightmare and reality. You and Obi Wan sat there in silence for a while. He stroked your hair and kept your cheeks dry as your tears fell. You smiled to yourself, he was so selflessly kind.

"How are you feeling?" He asked after your tears had dried from your eyes.

"Better... a little freaked out, but I'm better" You sighed.

"I find it difficult to go back to sleep after one of my nightmares. Sometimes I just don't fall back asleep at all" He noted.

You nodded in agreement, but your mind immediately sparked a bad idea. When you would have difficulty falling asleep, oftentimes you would masturbate to ease your nerves. Sometimes you did it because you were horny and wanted to feel that pleasure, other times it was strictly an effort to chemically balance your brain back to normal and allow sleep to come easier.

"I have a trick to falling back asleep" You said, wondering if he'd ask what it is.

"Well good, so you'll be alright tonight?"

"Actually..." You winced, suddenly afraid to admit it.

"What is it?"

"I can't really do that...method...right now" You crawled across your words slowly.

"What do you mean?" He pondered, his eyebrows pushed together in confusion.

"I usually do it...alone" You emphasized. Your body may have been behaving by memory, but you felt yourself growing aroused just at the conversation of pleasuring yourself.

"Alone, like whe-....oh" He stopped himself when he realized. His eyes scanned the room before snapping back to you. Your face had changed and your tears had dried, and he could see in your eyes that you needed a release, "Well that's only natural. I'm sure it works well as a sleep aid"

"I could go and do that in the refresher, I suppose" You offered.

"No, you can do it in bed, I won't disturb you" He said sweetly. He sounded so innocent but you know just how much it would rile him up if you got yourself off right next to him, “I- I could um, I can go on the balcony and give you the privacy”

"No it’s okay, i'll be quiet" You whispered. He groaned softly in response, “unless you’re uncomfortable with me doing that beside you” You implied, the conversation felt tense as you bounced back and forth with what you were planning to do.

“No, darling, mm, not at all” His voice grew flustered as his imagination ran wild. You giggled to yourself at the effect you were having on him. You loved it.

You moved to pull away from his hold and you were faced with a restraint…his arms subtly tightened, causing an even filthier idea to flutter into your mind.

"Would you help me?" You whispered up to him sensually, and by no accident, you hoped to entice him.

"Yes" He breathed, his words were failing him, but he was dying to put his hands on you. He was a gentleman, after all, he never wanted to make you uncomfortable with the first move.

You sat up, pressing your back into his chest. You turned your head to him and stared deep into his hungry eyes. Your gaze traveled to his lips, so warm and needing attention. In a gentle motion, Obi Wan pressed hard into your lips, bringing his fingers to run through your hair. He let a moan of relief and satisfaction seep into your mouth.

You’d found yourself locking lips with him three times now since you found him, but as he slipped his tongue over your lip and into your mouth, you understood that it would actually go somewhere further this time. You were ready for him. You wanted to give yourself to him completely.

He slid his right hand between the curves of your thighs and motioned for you to open your legs. The miserable, radiating ache for him was pulsing harder with every inch that he moved across your skin.

His fingers were trembling, shaking with the anticipation of over ten years of pent up desire.

“Is this okay?”

“Mmhm” You hummed, so overwhelmed with need that you couldn’t think straight.

Your legs opened wide, pushing the pure white, luxury linens to slide off your knees.

The only light pushing through the room was the blue of the moonlight. Batuu was known for its large moon, it casted more light than most planets’ did. It allowed visibility for Obi Wan to see every inch of your body that you exposed to him without a single light turned on. It was romantic, like it was just you, Obi Wan, and the stars that lit up the galaxy. Nothing and no one mattered to you in that moment besides him.

His fingers found the hem of your shirt, his shirt, and slowly lifted the material to reveal that you wore nothing underneath. He immediately broke the contact against your lips to catch sight of your most sensitive area.

"Gods, Y/N” He faltered, “You weren’t wearing anything under this?”

“No, I wanted to be naked under your clothes” You purred.

His jaw clenched hard, like he was trying to stop himself from ravaging you right then. You felt his cock growing hard as it pressed against your lower back.

His hand idled at your inner thigh as he used the other to wrap around your body and hold you up against him.

“Touch me, please” You begged.

He waited no longer as his finger began to caress your slit. You could feel how wet you were, practically dripping for him, any part of him. He ran his middle finger through your wetness and a guttural, primal moan crawled from his throat.

“You’re already this wet for me?” He asked, his voice barely breaking a whisper.

“Yes, all for you”

His fingertips found the bud of your clit, and gave it the contact it so desperately begged you for. The electricity and fire that coursed through you the second he really touched you was overwhelming and you almost couldn’t handle the sensation.

Obi Wan used a perfect rhythm to rub delicate circles against your clit. You started to moan softly, suddenly finding yourself to be shy with him.

“Let me hear you, darling” He whispered softly against your ear. A wave of chills shot down your spine.

Your whimpering grew louder, messier. It was no question any longer how he was making you feel.

“Feels so good, Obi Wan” You breathed.

“I’ve wanted to make you feel good for so long, Y/N. I always wondered what my name sounded like falling off those beautiful lips”

You bucked your hips into his motions, but he firmly grabbed around your waist with his other hand to hold you steady. He halted his pressure against your clit and redirected his digits to your wetness. He caressed your entrance gently, taking in the magnitude of your desire for him.

He inserted one finger, and you arched your back in response. it wasn’t even the actual feeling of having something inside you, it was having him inside you that lit a fire upon your skin.

With every inch of his touch, he listened to the way your body responded. He watched how you reacted to the different ways he pleasured you, wanting to be in tune with what felt good for you, and getting off on that himself.

His finger thrusted in and out slowly, letting you adjust to one finger before adding a second. His thumb moved to return attention back to your clit as he fucked you with his fingers. There was such an intimacy about being pressed against his chest and him looking down and watching you writhe under his control.

“I’m g-getting close” You muttered as the release slowly crept up to you.

“Come around my fingers darling” He groaned. His words and consistent pacing of his fingers sent you over the edge.

It burst open and washed over your body, radiating from your core and trickling out to your limbs. You felt it deep in your bones. You whimpered and moaned his name while you came and your walls clenched around his fingers. Through your own euphoria, you were able to hear the sounds of approval that came from him while he watched you lose control in his grasp. You floated down slowly, your climax riding out longer than normal, pleasantly surprising you.

He removed his fingers slowly, and gently massaged your clit again. The sensitivity jolted your body but it felt so good. He pulled away, and you watched as he placed his fingers in his mouth to savor the taste of you. You let out an unintentional moan. You wanted more. You needed more.

“You taste as sweet as those pretty little noises you make” He praised, turning your head back up to him to kiss you with a greater passion than before. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it drove you crazy.

“Do you think you could sleep now?” He asked so innocently.

“No” You answered breathlessly.

“Would you like me to do that again?”

You melted at his offer. This man probably hasn’t had sex in years but he’s still not expecting anything from you in return. It turned you on even more.

“I want you” You breathed, still allowing your lungs to catch up after riding your high, “to fuck me”

Obi Wan released a deep moan and attacked your swollen lips again.

“Anything for you, darling” He whispered against your mouth.

He took over and gently lifted your only piece of clothing off your body. Obi Wan then laid you down on your back. As he hovered above you, he cherished the sight of you naked beneath him, exactly what he said he needed that night you went to the cantina.

“Stars, you are…absolutely breathtaking” He stared in awe, allowing his eyes to roam every curve of your being. His hand stroked delicately over your breasts, feeling the peak of your nipples under his rough skin.

“Somehow, you look even more gorgeous than I always imagined” He smiled, finally looking back up to your eyes, “I didn’t even think that was possible”.

You blushed and reached for the hem of his shirt to help him pull it over his head. There were not enough hours in the day to properly allow you to study the intricacy of his body. He had scars and rough edges that told a lifetime of stories. You were enthralled by the sight of his bare skin, and you wanted it pressed against you immediately. There was a masculine broadness about his chest that was speckled with hair that made your heart skip a beat.

Obi Wan shyly chuckled at your admiration. You stared up at him and lost yourself in the expression on his face. Neither of you had ever said it out loud, but in that moment you knew he loved you. A man could not possibly look at you the way he was and not love you deeply. It almost brought a tear to your eye but now was not the time to get emotional

You tugged lightly at his pants that you desperately needed him to remove. He smirked before getting up and standing to the side of the bed to pull them off.

There he stood, completely exposed to you as you were to him. His size was impressive, and you didn’t mean to let a gasp fly from your lips but he was flattered by your reaction. You wanted to take him into your mouth and pleasure him how he did for you, but when you moved your mouth toward him, he stopped you.

“Darling I cannot wait another minute to be inside you”

You shivered in anticipation. He moved back onto the bed and hovered over you, hips resting between your legs. Your heart began to flutter again. You hadn’t had sex in a long time, and somehow this felt like the first time all over again.

Slowly, he pushed his tip at your entrance and took a deep breath in before he thrusted all the way in. Your breath hitched in your throat before he bottomed out, burying his cock fully inside you. You both moan in pure ecstasy at the feeling of being completely connected with one another.

He kept his thrusts slow, careful to let you adjust to him before changing pace. The curl of his hips with each motion brushed the sweetest spot inside you, repeatedly driving you insane.

Obi Wan did not break away from your gaze but only seconds at a time to look down and watch your bodies fuse together so beautifully.

“Obi Wan” You whimpered softly.

“Y/N, Gods you feel…s-so amazing” He moaned through his praises, “You are so beautiful”

“Oh my gods” You cried out, feeling another release approaching. Obi Wan was wise to, once again, listen to the way your body reacted to him.

He pulled your knees up and placed them against his chest. With this angle he was able to hit that sweet spot even easier. Your moans grew louder and he could feel your walls clenching around his length.

“That’s it, darling there you go…come on my cock” He praised, encouraging you. You melted at his words, so aroused to hear him talk like this.

Words could not form through the intensity of the wave that crashed over you this time. You lost control of your moaning and fell apart so gracefully beneath him. Stars formed to cloud your vision as you floated on that high. You cried his name over and over, letting him know just how good he made you feel. As you eased back down from your euphoric high, Obi Wan lowered your legs down and slowed his thrusting.

“I’m getting close, darling, where do you w-”

“Inside me. I’m on the pill” You reminded him so as to not let him worry about that possibility.

Obi Wan trembled against you as his whimpering grew louder and you felt him twitch against your walls. You held his face and pulled him deep into a kiss as he spilled himself inside you. He moaned through your kiss, sending vibrations across your lips. You felt him grip the sheets beside you as he came down from his high.

Gently, you broke away from him. As you looked up, you ran your fingers through his messy hair, and smiled sweetly at him. That was everything you ever imagined it would be, and you already wanted to go again, despite how tired you were.

“That was well worth the wait” You whispered to him.

“Yes, it was” He spoke softly back to you and planted a delicate kiss on your lips before laying down next to you. You laid your head on his glistening chest and listened to the thumping of his heartbeat, otherwise, It was silent between you two for a few moments as you both soaked in the reality of what just happened.

“I would’ve waited a lifetime for that” He said, turning to you, “I would wait a lifetime for you”.

“10 years alone sure feels like a lifetime” You muttered.

The two of you rested silently as you settled back into reality. You could not stop smiling, not matter how hard you tried. As you glimpsed Obi Wan you caught sight of a grin on his face that he, too, couldn’t get rid of.

Soon after, Obi Wan brought you a robe and the two of you sat in the chairs on your room's balcony to watch the Batuu sky and listen to the party going guests wind down for the night.

“Do you remember that day that Master Windu had to talk with me about our relationship?” Obi Wan randomly asked.

“Yes, I remember that. I also remember you trying to get rid of me” You teased playfully.

“I am sorry for that.”

“That was only, what, a month before all was lost?” You pondered.

“I think so” Obi Wan concurred, and dropped his head.

For a few moments you both stared at the moon in admiration. You looked over to Obi Wan, observing the way the moonlight danced over the texture of his skin. You never got tired of looking at him.

“I never stopped thinking about what you said,” You began, reminiscing back to that conversation, “how you said you couldn’t think around me…that you had forgotten what was right and what was wrong”

“It was true. In all my years I had never let anyone or anything distract me that much. My feelings for you terrified me” He smiled somberly.

“How did you feel about me, really?”

“That is a conversation for another time” He nervously chuckled.

"What? Why not now?" You laughed in response, surely he was joking.

"Y/N" He spoke softly and shut his eyes, wishing you'd drop the subject immediately.

“Are you serious?” Your tone went flat.

“Please drop it, Y/N” He pleaded.

"No, tell me why you don't want to talk about it!" You raised your voice, something you'd never done to him before. It shocked you, but you so desperately wanted to know that your greed for information reared an ugly head.

"Because it hurts! It all hurts. Reliving every second of what our lives as Jedi used to be rips me to pieces” He snapped, taking you by an unpleasant surprise, "I can't talk about this anymore" He concluded, his tone riddled with painful anguish. He wouldn't look at you, he couldn't if he tried.

Before you could speak another word, he rose from his seat and returned inside, leaving you alone on the patio to stare into the night sky.

You were angry with yourself for pushing him. Of course it hurt, you knew that as well as he did, so you should've known better than to insist upon the discussion. It did not sway your curiosity. Your mind still pondered how he may have felt for you back then. As he said, it's a conversation for another time.

Truly, you were still confused about his feelings for you now. You'd just made love and it was everything your heart dreamed of since you first fell for him all those years ago. You'd been too foolish to admit to yourself that it was love that you felt for him, not just friendship, not just tension, not just attraction.

It is love.

Part 4 is here!

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 7 months

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Late Night Talking

Pairings: Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!jedi!reader (romantic)

Imagine: you and Obi-Wan confess your feelings for each other

Warnings: nearly kissing, talk about the Jedi code, fluff?, not proofread, none else I think

A/N so I don’t really like this one but decided to post it anyway… this is actually part of a story I’m working on with one of my ocs but thought why not remake this part into a x reader fic… so enjoy! <3 (at least I hope you will)

Obi-Wan looked out at the view before him, staring at the life that seemed to fill Coruscant even late into the night. His beige robes, and large dark brown coat moved slightly from the light breeze. He fingered his lightsaber as a habit from the warzones he usually found himself in. Obi-Wan sighed as he felt your calming force signature fill the room.

As you approached Obi-Wan, you couldn’t help but to let a smile grace your features. Obi-Wan remained staring at the life in front of him as he spoke in a sorrowful voice.

“Hello”

“You okay my dear friend?” You asked just moments later as you felt the sadness through the force and watched the solemn look that graced Obi-Wan’s face.

He turned to face you, expression remaining the same as he let out a slight sigh. You walked to stand beside Obi-Wan and looked out at the landscape as you leaned against the railing. “What's bothering you?”

Obi-Wan exhaled with a slight frown as he spoke. "Just thinking about.... the past."

You didn’t speak for a moment as you focused on your hands as they started to fiddle with the hem of the cloak you’d stolen from Obi-Wan not that long ago. “Obi-Wan you know as well as me that we can’t linger on the past”

A slight nod came from the older man, his voice still holding the same sorrow "I know, I know. It's just... hard to forget."

“Obi-Wan I’m not asking you to forget, I simply just ask you to remember our code, don’t let the past control your emotions”

The man nodded once more as he glanced at you, he still wondered how someone so young could hold so much understanding of people. "I know, I know the Jedi Code, I know its rules, I will be mindful of it. I'm sorry, it's just hard not to get emotional when thinking about one’s past..."

“I get it” You placed a comforting hand on Obi-Wan. You couldn’t help but to think back to your early days before becoming a jedi knight, the emotions that always followed with each memory, the sorrow. You understood Obi-Wan and it might have been hypocritical of you to tell him to not let the emotions control him when it was exactly what happened to you sometimes. However you only wanted what was best for your friend.

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but to smile as he took a quick glance at the hand placed on his shoulder, he could feel one of your many rings press down onto the material covering his shoulder. He dared a quick glance at you and saw your eyes twinkle back at him in understanding. He couldn’t do anything other than nod and let out a small sigh once more.

"Thank you”

“You don’t have to thank me” there was a comfortable silence for just a few moments before Obi-Wan spoke once more as he looked out towards the beautiful city again.

"This view... “ he glanced at you before he quickly looked back “ it just helps calm me down ?" his tone was filled with a sense of peace this time around, a nice change from the sadness before.

“It does” a smile graced your face once more as you let go of Obi-Wan’s shoulder and leaned against the railing once more, shivering slightly from the cold. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but to miss the feeling of your hand on his shoulder, and he desperately just wanted to tell you to keep close to him so that he could feel your warmth.

"And having you here... it helps as well." His voice took a slightly shyer tone as he spoke, and you tried not to react to the uncommon shyness of Obi-Wan. Instead you turned towards your friend with a warm smile. However, not knowing entirely how to answer, you turned back to watching the speeders pass by and the flickering lights of the many billboards in Coruscant.

The two of you stayed like that for several more minutes before Obi-Wan finally got over his shyness and spoke again "Do you ever wonder what it would be like… not to be a Jedi?" His voice carried a feeling of curiosity as he turned to face you once more

You couldn’t help but to let out a breathy laugh and yet another smile. “I think we all do” you knew for certain that you would most likely end up as a farmer somewhere, that or you’d probably have followed your older brother in joining death watch as a way to make your family proud of you for once.

Obi-Wan smiled slightly in return, and nodded for probably the tenth time that day. "Yes, indeed…” he paused, unsure if he wanted to ask his next question or not. “Do you ever wonder why we can't have attachments?"

“I think it’s not so much attachment itself but the fact that if you focus on one single emotion or person to the point where it gets unhealthy-“ you paused not knowing entirely how to explain it but hoped Obi-Wan would understand what you meant anyways like usual “Yes I do wonder why we can’t have attachments”

As always Obi-Wan understood what you meant. He had always loved how your force and minds worked in such a simple harmony together. They’d probably always understand what the other meant and neither of them would ever be seen complaining. "I have thought about it too” Obi-Wan paused as if afraid to admit it “the fact that we cannot have attachments, or fall in love..."

You shook your head slightly in acknowledgement “it isn’t against the code to fall in love, but if that love becomes your obsession if you get attached to the love you have for another being… if you get attached to the person to the point where you can’t let them go then you have strayed from the code”

"Yes, I suppose that is true, but have you ever wondered how easy it would be for one to attach themselves to the love they have for” Obi-Wan looked down slightly at you “someone?" his eyebrows raised slightly in thoughts, his eyes and focus remained on you curious for a reply.

“Obi-Wan I-“ you stopped yourself before you would say something you might regret. Obi-Wan looked down at you intently with anticipation, a slight smirk and playful expression formed itself onto his face

You sighed “do you”

His eyes remained locked on you as he spoke "Do I have attachment to someone, is that what you’re asking?”

You looked up at Obi-Wan as you heard his teasing voice “yes”

"Yes... I believe I may have attachment to someone." Obi-Wan's voice once again got filled with that shyness which was so unlike him.

You looked curiously at Obi-Wan as you turned your entire body to face him “may I ask who?”

Obi-Wan tensed up and turned his head away, thankful that his beard covered his face as embarrassment seeped through him. His voice was nervous, slightly quivering. “you know who”

You couldn't help but to chuckle as you came closer to the slightly older man. “I want to hear you say it”

"You.... you are the one I have attachment to... I know you might not feel the same but-” he got cut of by you who carefully placed your hands on both his cheeks and turned his head to face you again as you looked deep into his eyes “I do”

Obi-Wan's eyes remained locked on the person he’d wished he’d called his since you first met, and the small blush on his cheeks deepened. His focus remained completely on you, as he lifted both his hands toward your face. Moving you head to look up at him in a better angle he moved forward closer to your face. He stopped right before your lips touched and his beautiful blue eyes shined in the light from the city as he asked you for permission.

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lacontroller1991 · 1 year

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A Chance to Start Over (Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader)

Main Master List || Star Wars Master List

Author’s Note: back again with another angsty Obi-Wan fic. Poor mans just really needs to be taken care of and loved on I stg

Warnings: 18+ Post Order 66, Post Obi-Wan “killing” Anakin, male nudity (nothing explict), slight PTSD if you squint, sad sad Obi, crying Obi, Obi just needs some loving

Word Count: 1.2k

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It’s near midnight in Coruscant but you’re not asleep. How could you when you don’t know where he is or if he is even alive. It’s been about three days since the attack on the temple happened and you haven’t slept since. Realistically, you know that Obi-Wan was offworld and not at the temple, but after what Bail had told you about the clones turning on the Jedi, you could only pray that Obi-Wan made it out alive and unharmed.

A soft knock startles you as you whip your head to the door. To your knowledge you weren’t expecting any visitors, and even if you were, it definitely wouldn’t be this late at night, which gives you foolish hope. Creeping toward the door, you hesitantly open it only to let out a sigh of relief. “Obi-Wan.”

“I lost.”

He doesn’t say anything else before he’s pushing past you through the barrier into your haven as you shut the door making sure to lock it before you look the Jedi over; soot covering his skin, sweat matting his once soft hair and various burn marks on his robes. “I couldn’t save them.” He collapses on your couch, not moving an inch as you take a seat next to him, grabbing a hold of his dirty hand.

“Couldn’t save who?”

“Padme. Anakin.” His voice is somber as you hitch your breath. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you thread your pristine fingers through his rough ones as you inhale his scent, grounding you to him.

“What happened?”

“Anakin, he, turned to the dark side and Padme died during childbirth. I had no choice but to kill Anakin.” Your eyes widen at his confession as you turn to him, looking him over with pity as you grab his chin between your fingers.

“Obi… I don’t know what to say.” Softly, you press your lips to his forehead, not really caring that there’s layers of grime on it.

At the softness of your touch Obi-Wan loses control of his emotions as tears fall freely, leaving trails down his cheeks as he sobs into you and all you can do is to hold him tight. After a couple of minutes not separating, Obi-Wan finally pulls away and looks down at himself sheepishly. “I’m sorry darling, I didn’t realize how dirty I am. How dirty I made you.”

Shaking your head softly, you move to stand up and press a kiss to the crown of his head. “Just wait here.” Moving quickly, you enter your bathroom and turn on the faucet to your bath, letting the tub fill with warm water while you grab some dark towels and some spare clothes that Obi-Wan keeps here in case of emergency. Walking back into the living room, you find Obi-Wan slightly dozing off, exhaustion taking over his body. With a soft smile, you make your way over to the Jedi and shake him awake, him immediately shooting up off the couch and in a defensive position only to calm down when he sees you. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” He lets out a huff of frustration before you lean up and press a kiss on his lips.

“It’s okay, Obi. How about I get you cleaned up?” He wordlessly nods as you lead him to the bathroom before stripping him of his clothes and leaving him in the nude in front of you, but if he cared, he made no notion of it. Gesturing to the tub, Obi-Wan gives you a tired smile as he steps into the warm water, letting out a groan as the hot water combats against his worn muscles. Given any other circumstance, you would find that groan to be rather enticing and it wouldn’t take you long to hop in the tub with him, but now is not one of those times.

Grabbing a washcloth, you dip it into the water and later some soap onto his body as you gently scrub away the layers of dirt on his skin while he lets his blue eyes close. “What happened to the baby Padme was carrying?”

Cracking open an eye, Obi-Wan watches you in the reflection of the mirror scrub away on his shoulder, the water slowly turning darker and darker as he turns to look at you. Oh how he missed your face. From the moment he met you, he knew he was done for. Jedi Code aside, he knew that if it came down to you or the Order, he would choose you in a heartbeat, which is about to make what he has to say so hard for you and him.

“She was carrying twins. Luke and Leia. Bail took Leia to Alderaan and I took Luke to Tatooine. Master Yoda and I decided that it would be the best if they were split up.” Nodding your head, you can’t help but to feel a pang of pity for the twins. They’ll probably never get to meet their other half and the thought saddens you. Sensing Obi-Wan is holding something back, you set down the wash cloth and lightly kiss his freckled shoulder.

“Is there something else?”

“I can’t stay on Coruscant. The Empire… they’re going to be looking for me. I need to go into hiding.” His words feel like a knife plunging into your heart. Surely he isn’t suggesting that you and him leave each other? Right? “I’m afraid that we’ll have to say our goodbyes.”

“No.”

“No?” With both hands, you grasp onto his face and make eye contact with the one that you love.

“No. You are not doing this to me. To us. I’ll go with you. I’ll start over with you.”

Removing your hands from his face, Obi-Wan shakes his head in remorse. “You know I can’t ask that of you. I can’t ask you to leave your work, your home.”

“I don’t care about any of that, Kenobi. The senate is gone anyways. It’s not the republic that we both knew. I’ll take a trip to Vidia. I’ll move to elect another representative for my spot. I’ll run away with you. Please, let me.”

“I won’t be able to give you a home that you deserve. We’ll constantly have to be in hiding, you deserve better than that. You deserve a happy life.” Scoffing at his nonsense, you pick up the rag again and continue to clean him.

“Obi… I don’t care what you’re able to give me. As long as I have you, that’s all I need in my life. You make me happy, and all I want to do is to love you.” At your confession, Obi-Wan lets out a choked sob as he closes his eyes, trying to hold the tears at bay.

“You’d do all that, for me?”

“Obi-Wan, I’d do anything in the galaxy for you. Now let me finish getting you cleaned up and then we can get some sleep.”

“That sounds amazing. And darling?”

“Hmm?” “Thank you.” It’s soft but it makes your lips twitch upwards as you pick up some shampoo.

“You’re welcome, now tilt your head back,” and he does, easily complying to your command, though he never really had an issue with that before and he doesn’t think that he will ever have an issue with that again.

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hugmekenobi · 1 year

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Strength- Ch11

Gif by @anakin-skywalker

Obi Wan x female!reader

Series Summary: You’re estranged from the Jedi Order and have spent much of your life avoiding them. So, what happens when you have to assist Jedi Master and General Obi Wan Kenobi in battle and you’re forced to come back to Coruscant and work with him?

<Previous Chapter

Chapter 11 Summary: With the latest arrival at your door, you’re finally in a position where you can’t push away what you feel anymore.

Genre: Enemies to Lovers

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), swearing, Force bonds work how I say they do, kissing, SMUT (including non-explicit descriptions of fingering, handjob, oral (m&f receiving), (f)masturbation, implied unprotected PinV (be safe in reality please), exhibitionism, (very quick but technically) cum eating, blink and you miss it authority kink, teasing/ light dirty talk, body worship with mentions of scars), fluff and feelings.

Word Count: 3.8k

Rating: 18+

Author’s notes: It’s finally here!! The chapter we’ve all been waiting for!! Not an awful lot plot wise happens here haha but enjoy!! The support continues to mean a lot!! This is the second last chapter of this story.

You couldn’t breathe, let alone speak right now.

“Can I come in?” Obi Wan asked, forcing himself not to pay attention to the fact that you were, once again, dressed only in a robe in front of him.

You still couldn’t trust yourself to speak so you only nodded and stepped aside to let him through.

“This is nice.” Obi Wan commented as he looked around your flat. It was tiny and a bit decrepit but compared to the state of some of the other apartments in this level, it was one of the better ones.

You managed to find your voice again and scoffed. “Oh yeah, I’m the envy of everyone in Coruscant. The cracks in the ceiling really add to the ambience.”

Obi Wan cringed. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Why are you here, Kenobi?” You asked, as you moved into the kitchen and turned on the tap. You needed to occupy yourself and washing the dishes was the first thing that popped into your head.

Obi Wan took a breath. He hadn’t been in total control of himself when he decided to come here, something else had taken charge and finally woke him up so he didn’t really know what to expect from you by showing up here, but it was too late to go back now. And he didn’t want to go back. He followed you into the kitchen and leaned against the wall. “I needed to talk to you.”

You let out a harsh laugh. “After all this time, you suddenly just decided this?”

“I’ve been a bit busy.” He said defensively.

“Oh yes, I’ve heard all about that. A lot of victories being won in the Outer Rim and Coruscant is certainly grateful to have you back. Congratulations by the way, that was quite the rescue you pulled off.”

“Anakin did most of it, I was unconscious for the majority of it.” He mumbled sheepishly.

And it was that. That unassuming, gentle manner that began to break your wall down. “Still humble as ever I see.” You said, glancing at him, a hint of affection coming through.

“People seem to like it still.” He said, giving you a small smile.

Reminding yourself of why you’d left in the first place, you focused back on the dirty plates. “You needed to talk?”

“Explain is probably a better word. You need to know-”

“I get it, Kenobi. You don’t need to explain. I’ve gotten over it.” You fibbed, eyes never leaving the sink and the soapy suds you were creating.

“No, you don’t understand. I-”

“I don’t want to hear about how you need to live by the Jedi Code. I get it. I don’t need to hear the spiel all over again.” Your voice growing louder, more to hide your distress than anything else.

“That’s not what I’m here to explain!” Obi Wan said, his voice rising too.

“Then what? What could you possibly have to say to me?!”

“I-” He stumbled.

You sighed angrily and turned to face him. “You what? Come on, Kenobi. You hate me? You want me to leave? You wished you’d never met me? Just say it already!”

“I love you!”

That shut you up. You found yourself unable to speak for the second time this morning. You simply just turned your attention back to your washing up.

Obi Wan rubbed a hand over his face. “Dammit darling, this is not how I wanted to do this.”

“What were you expecting? That I’d leap into your arms and forget everything?” You said quietly.

“No. I know I screwed up. With your permission, I’d like to explain myself.” He took your silence as a sign to continue. “When I first met you, I thought you everything in a person that I’d want to avoid. You drove me insane. Mostly because I couldn’t figure you out. You were everything I had been trained not to be, yet you were one of the most incredible Jedi I’d ever met. Just listen.” He said quickly as he saw your jaw clench in protest.

“You were kind, smart, capable and you weren’t afraid to speak out when there was something you knew to be wrong. Take Felucia, had it just been Anakin and I on that mission, the Separatists would still have their base. I knew the order was a poor one, but I would’ve followed it anyway and went back with the information and then waited for orders to take it down but you, you just did it.” He paused and waited for you to say anything but when you didn’t, he carried on.

“So, what I couldn’t figure out was why I was so intent on fighting against you and why you were able to get under my skin so much or why you argued with me just as often. I figured those moments of peace between us were mere glitches. But then this bond was created between us, and I kissed you and it all fell into place and I panicked. A total sense of euphoria overtook me that night and it wasn’t something I was expecting, everything I was experiencing was the complete opposite of what I’d been told would happen if Jedi were to allow that sort of attachment in their life. I realised that I was fighting with myself and taking it out on you. The entire time. That kiss served to clarify everything I had been supressing, I was fighting you because of how right it felt to have you in my life. You must have noticed it. This bond we share was created for a reason, we connected in a way I hadn’t with anyone before. Even when we were arguing, we won battle after battle, we worked well together. I knew you as if you were a part of myself. That’s something I’d only ever experienced with Anakin and that took years to cultivate, with you it was a matter of months. I think you would say the same thing.” He paused to allow you to speak but you stayed quiet, but he’d noticed your actions had slowed down.

“But acting on those feelings went against everything I had been taught my whole life but what scared me was how willing I would be to give it all up. You unlocked a part of me I wasn’t ready to acknowledge so I did what I thought was best, what I’d been told to do, and I put the emotion away. I pushed you away and that was wrong, and I am so sorry. Letting you walk away from that temple was something I’ll regret for the rest of my life because…” He stopped and took a deep breath. “Because I am so in love with you. And I think I have been for quite a while.”

He waited for you to say something.

You didn’t. Your nails were embedded in your palms under the water as you struggled to keep your silence.

“Very well.” Obi Wan said sadly. “I’ll leave you alone now.” He left the room.

You tossed your sponge into the sink in frustration and braced your hands on the edges of it as you let out a deep breath. What were you doing? Why were you so insistent on pushing him away when that was the last thing you wanted? Everything he said was true. You dried your hands and darted out of the room, hoping you hadn’t left it too late. “Obi Wan, w-” The ‘wait’ died on your lips as you saw he hadn’t actually left yet, and your words cause him to hesitate by the door. Well, here goes nothing. “Lower it.” You said softly.

Obi Wan, still facing away from you, did what you asked, and he sensed your signature mix with his own and then he heard your voice in his head as you told him the three words he’d wanted to hear for so long. He whipped around to face you.

You nodded your head and brought down your own shield and hoped you would never have to use it again and you smiled as Obi Wan crossed the floor in three strides and took you in his arms and kissed you with a fierce passion you didn’t know he had. It felt different this time, the tether that had been holding you back from one another finally broke. This kiss had no lingering feelings of ‘what if’, this time, both of you were sure. You both groaned in relief at the feeling of it and Obi Wan kissed you with such strength that your spine curved and the only thing keeping you standing was the hold he had on you. You pulled away slightly and smiled against his lips. “How slowly were you walking to that door?”

“Master Yoda would’ve beaten me in a race.” Obi Wan said with a grin before he traced his lips down your neck. “Say it again.” He murmured against your skin.

Threading your fingers in his hair and sighing in pleasure at his actions, not minding the way his beard scratched your skin, you did as he asked. “I love you.” You said aloud, pulling him back up to kiss you. “I love you.” You said again as he kissed the other side of your neck and backed you up against the wall, his lips never leaving your skin.

“I love you too.” He let you shrug off his robe and he pushed the shoulders of your own robe down and his lips tracked the path of scars life had given you. He started with the puckered one on your shoulder before moving across the jagged line on your collarbone. He recalled Ventress’ words and he knew nothing would stop him from loving you the way he did. He planned to worship you for as long as he lived. Sensing your impatience however, he wrapped his hands around the backs of your thighs and lifted you up.

It wasn’t that you weren’t enjoying his actions, you were just eager for them to progress and as he lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around him and continued to kiss him. Bedroom.

Obi Wan didn’t need to be told twice. He carried you through to your room.

It was a frantic fumble to shed one another of your clothes since neither one of you wanted to part from the other. Once you both had successfully managed this, Obi Wan gently laid you down on the bed. He moved on top of you but just before he brought his lips to yours, he asked, How worried do I need to be about the gentleman you were pushing out the door this morning?

Well, that depends on your performance here, General Kenobi. You replied, a sly smile on your lips as you pulled him towards you. You didn’t miss the way his breath hitched slightly or the way his signature sparked with heightened interest. You made a mental note of that.

Later. Obi Wan said as he kissed the side of your neck, he knew now he wouldn’t be able to really hide things like that from you now, but he wasn’t wanting to explore that part of him yet. His focus was on you.

You let out a soft groan as he left his mark on you. You rolled your hips and kissed behind his ear before crooning, “But what if I want to now?”

Obi Wan couldn’t stifle the moan that left his mouth. He faltered in what he was doing and looked into your eyes and saw the devilish smile on your face and the seductive glint in your eyes. “You’re going- you’re- you’re going to make this difficult.” He said distractedly as you continued to push up against him.

“What? Can’t handle a bit of teasing, Kenobi?” You purred as you gently bit his lip before kissing him again and you threaded your fingers in his hair and tugged so as to bring him even closer. Your hand then drifted down his body and you smirked against his lips as you noticed the way his grip on the sheets of your bed tightened.

Obi Wan couldn’t help the satisfied moan that left his mouth and he let himself get lost in your touch for the moment but as he felt your hand leave him and both of them then go to his chest, he was able to remain strong enough to stop you from changing positions. He chuckled as he saw the frown on your face before he kissed you and brought your hands up and placed them on your bed frame. You’d had your fun; it was his turn now. Keep them there.

You gripped the metal frame before you broke away from the kiss for air. “What are you- oh.” You moaned as Obi Wan left another mark on your collarbone before his hand skimmed down your body. Chuckling, Obi Wan kissed you deeply and kept his hand where it was before he kissed his way down the same path his hand had taken.

Your breaths came out in short pants as his fingers continued to move but his mouth ghosted over where you wanted him most and instead left soft kisses to the insides of your thighs. Your hold on the frame tightened and you couldn’t stop the whine that left your mouth.

Obi Wan smirked as he glanced up at you. “What? Can’t handle a bit of teasing, darling?”

If you weren’t so annoyingly desperate, you would’ve thought of a fun way to wipe that smug smile off his face, but you just needed him now. “Kenobi, if you don’t- fuck!” You threw your head back against the pillow as he finally gave you what you wanted. The combination of his mouth and fingers brought you to the edge much faster than you’d anticipated.

Obi Wan worked you through it, not stopping until he felt your hands in his hair gently pulling him back up. I didn’t say you could move them yet. He taunted as he moved some strands of hair out your face.

I don’t fucking care. You hadn’t really caught your breath back yet, but you couldn’t help yourself. You grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hungrily again and applied pressure to his chest.

This time, he allowed you to push him off you and straddle him.

How long have we got? You asked as you kissed your way down his chest, taking your time as you paid close attention to his own battle-weary body, kissing each nick and scar as you continued to go lower.

Ah yes, reality. The concept seemed so far away right now. He groaned at your touch; his brain unable to form a complete sentence with what you were doing right now. Long enough. That was all he could manage, though he knew that time with you would never be long enough.

“Did you know I tried to leave?” You asked quietly as you laid your head on his chest. “I thought leaving Coruscant would make things easier but every time I got in line for a ship, I thought of you, and I felt you and I couldn’t do it and even though it drove me crazy, the holonet and this thing the Force created were the only two ways I knew you were still alive, so I stayed. I didn’t have it in me to go.”

Obi Wan continued to paint little patterns on your shoulder with his fingertips, his attentions alternating between there and the scar that Grievous had given you. “It wouldn’t have mattered if you’d left; I’d have found you. You could go to the furthest planet in the galaxy and live in the middle of nowhere and I’d still find my way back to you. This bond between us, it’s not something that can be broken, you’re a part of me now and you always will be, darling. Sorry, old habit.” He mumbled as he kissed the top of your head.

“Hmm, I quite like it actually.” You replied, angling your head up to kiss him. “I think that was why I fought you on it so much.”

Obi Wan let out a soft laugh before he brought his lips to yours. After a few moments, he broke away and pushed some hair from your face. “I’m going to leave the Jedi Order.”

Your eyes widened and you sat up so you could face him properly. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Obi Wan, I’m not asking you to do that. I understand what this means for us. I can deal with the secrecy. You can’t just-”

“I know you’re not asking me, darling. This is what I want. I waited once before for someone to ask me and I’m not making that mistake with you. After this blasted war is done, I’ll leave. We just have to live in secret until then, but we can’t live our lives like that, it wouldn’t be fair to either of us. Dooku is dead, all that remains of the Separatists is Grievous. Once we kill him, it’s over.”

One look in his eyes told you that he was firm in his decision. “If you’re sure…”

“I’m certain. I love you and I cannot remain a part of something that would forbid that for reasons that have brought me nothing but happiness.”

You moved so that you were straddling his lap once more and his hands fell to your hips. “Thank you.” You whispered, kissing his lips softly. It soon turned into something more and you began to subtly grind your hips against him, an act he mirrored and one that left both of you softly groaning into one another’s mouths. Just as you felt Obi Wan get ready to move you onto your back, you heard the dreaded sound of his communicator beeping.

Obi Wan somehow found the strength to tear himself away from you. “I have to go.” But he still couldn’t help but plant light kisses up and down your neck.

You closed your eyes and let him continue for a few moments before you let out a sigh. “I know.” You conceded rather unhappily, moving away from him. You tossed your head back against your pillow with a frustrated huff before you sat up on your elbows and watched as he put his Jedi robes back on and then a rather wicked idea popped into your head. You slipped a hand between your legs and let out a soft whimper.

Obi Wan turned sharply to the sound of your happy sigh and his mouth went dry as he saw what you were doing. The strength he’d found to leave you was now evaporating swiftly so he had to act fast. He walked over towards you. “Not- shit-.” He broke off with a groan as he watched you and he could barely get any words out. He took a deep breath and forced himself to speak. “Not without me.” He rasped, not concealing the utterly wrecked nature of his voice as he grabbed your wrist.

You smirked and guided his hand so that it brought your own to your mouth and sucked whilst sending a not-so-subtle reminder to him of what your mouth was capable of doing to him.

Obi Wan just about choked. Shit shit shit shit.

You hummed out a laugh as you heard that.

“Fuck, darling. Please. I’m only human.” Obi Wan begged, his voice hoarse as he watched you. His communicator beeped again but he was only paying attention to you now.

“Hmm still tastes like you.” You said, your voice sultry as you looked up at him. “You sure you don’t want a taste?” You spread your legs wider and lightly traced up and down his thigh.

Obi Wan was sure his brain had short circuited. He swallowed thickly but couldn’t find the ability to speak. His communicator continued to beep incessantly but he was getting to the point where he was fully prepared to fling it against the wall. Holding onto the last thread of logic he had, he found his voice once more, but he scarcely recognised it. “Darling… please. Just wait a little longer. Please.”

He sounded so completely undone and desperate that you knew it wouldn’t take much now to convince him to stay but you couldn’t risk him being found out so soon. You took pity on the man and released him. “Well, when are-”

“After your shift.” He answered, probably too quickly for there to be any chance of him holding onto any slice of dignity but he simply did not care. He planned on memorising every inch of your skin and while this morning had certainly started that process, he knew he wasn’t close to being done.

You tilted your head at him and laughed. “I knew I wasn’t crazy. You were there two nights ago.”

“I had to see you. I’d been to that diner every day before I got sent into the Outer Rim, but I’d never gone in until that night. I nearly stepped in with that man, but you seemed to have it handled.”

“He’s an ass but he’s harmless.”

“And do I need to be worried?” He said with a teasing lilt to his voice.

You smirked. “Come back tonight and I’ll let you know. We have some things that need exploring.”

Obi Wan chuckled. “Until tonight then.” He kissed your forehead but as he went to turn away you grabbed his wrist and hauled him back towards you.

This kiss was deep and intense, and you think your body’s subconscious attempt to get him to stay a bit longer. You only let him go once your lungs insisted that they have oxygen.

“Tonight, can’t come fast enough.” Obi Wan panted, keeping his forehead pressed against yours.

“You better go before I trap you here.” You said as you caught your breath.

“You make that sound like it’s a bad thing.”

You laughed and pushed his chest. “Get outta here, Kenobi.”

“Goodbye darling. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You called after him and only when you heard the door shut did you fall back against your pillows and let out a deep sigh. You would never get tired of saying that.

After a few minutes, you stood up- on rather shaky legs- and walked into your small living space and that was when you noticed them. Your breath caught in your throat as you walked over your living room table and laying there, on a beige cloth, was your lightsaber and your master’s lightsaber. You grinned to yourself as you picked them up. You really loved that man. And you couldn’t wait until this war was over, after that, everything would be just right.

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The Last Echoes | Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader

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warnings: none, obi-wan's pov, angst, not y/n (i used she/her instead) villain!reader (sometimes, she's not a sith, more like the gray revengeful character that we all grew to love), mentions of order 66 and death a.k.a. reader (and i supposedly didn’t find any warnings lol). this takes part in the series (idk if it counts as spoilers), but i’ll give little context in flashbacks. w/c: 3.3k.

Summary: On his way to rescue little princess Leia Organa, Obi-Wan Kenobi discovers not only he is one of the last Jedi who survived from the Old Republic as he tried to survive the Inquisitors, but the only lover left alive.

"I'd rather not to fight", her hair strings glowed, framing her face, sweet yet intimidating. Her lightsaber off, letting her arm rest tiredly in the side of her body, allowing herself to relax for once after hours of chasing.

Obi-Wan couldn't believe he found beauty in the gold of her eyes and peace in her intoxicating voice. He almost felt himself dreaming when hearing those words, like he was imagining it all. He pursued the ideal of a peaceful morning with the war being over, welcoming a bright future of service and duty.

Unlike her, who seemed to be drawn to self-destruction and making trouble where she went along with the separatists, now through it all, she could see the differences between them easily. But not today. Today they were the same at the sight of the sunrise, they could feel each other as they really were, no masks.

She paced slowly to be in front of him, to look directly through him, and see herself in the immensity of his blue eyes, to never forget what being gazed upon tenderness was about, and seek that part of herself that wanted peace of mind. He suddenly felt himself panting again though the fight had already been over not so long ago. It was a first time of surprises, a discovery of feelings more than words.

"A Sith who doesn’t want to fight?” He inquired out of curiosity, she disconnected her eyes from him to see the sky.

Now he wished he hadn’t said anything, but found himself incapable of withdrawing his stare.

“I’m not a Sith”, she chuckled, trailing his bold decision of words while taking notice of his lips than his eyes again.

The Sith rule says that if there is an apprentice, there will always be a master, but they were both apprentices who lost their masters, alone in the wild colliding constantly one another, caught in the webs of the Force like loose strings, waiting to be entangled by the other.

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The sheer glow of the capsules were barely seen by his light blue eyes. He had definitely entered the wrong room, or at least that's what he wanted to believe, a room he wished he never in his life had to see. From the cold grayish green in the walls, the dirty floors in the corridor, some boxes all around, the more time he got in there, the more his heart was pounding in anxiety. After years of thinking the Jedi were only mercilessly chased and killed by the Empire had an actually more twisted outcome.

It didn’t matter how strong minded he tried to be, peace was long gone. His palms were cold and sweaty, his walking steady and cautious, his face stern as he witnessed the worst in the long way of Jedi fossils, kept hidden as war treasures, like their existence was a mere trophy for whomever had them there.

Tala's voice was a blurry whisper in the back of his mind while searching for the serene singing echo of his lover, a song the former Jedi heard at last, like a calling melody from the Force; a bond he hadn't felt in ten years. He saw their faces in the corridor, some recognizable, some unknown, and as slowly he began to think relief was getting near, that there was no way to be found, all of his hopeful thoughts escaped his mind.

Because, there she was.

He faltered on his way to meet what was left of her, his legs moved by his own, his memoirs full of her, reminding him of what her lovely face used to look like when she was alive. Obi-Wan Kenobi didn’t know about being a lover opposed to the custom beliefs of his negotiation skills, but he knew about Compassion, and learned to love his friends and some of his enemies by equal, and that included her.

She was not his biggest rivalry, or the most revengeful, yet it pleased him to always have someone around to fight with, someone he could constantly think of outside the Council even if he had to use the "I'm planning my next move" as an excuse when he knew well that wasn't true, he could love her freely only behind closed doors in his more private thoughts and show it to her whenever he let go of her after enduring a tough fight, as he always awaited the moment of an encounter to see her again.

When the Clone Wars ended even that was gone.

He felt no guilt in falling for her, never, but he felt regretful day-dreaming with a life he couldn't have, that he couldn't give. He tried to be faithful to the Code in every aspect, and he mastered his duty, still behind his reputation and recognition, he was just a man. On the other hand, he felt the weight of not being there for her when she needed him; the Jedi Order asked high sacrifices and giving up on love to deny attachments was one of them.

Obi-Wan could imagine with immeasurable pain her cries for help, calling him in hopes of his arrival to save her from the gaits of abyss. Though that never happened.

Or maybe she fought with all her might like she knew so well, trying to stay alive a little longer, to hold on to dear life so they could fight one last time, or not fight at all, just see each other again as much as Obi-Wan awaited. With teary eyes, he looked at the unclean and tarnished glass, the reflection of his face mixed with hers, her figure black and blue, wilt and unmoving, hardly a faint reminiscence of her past self and the long gone tales about her.

He still remembered when he heard stories about her afterwards their first duel.

"Did anything bad happen at the meeting? I thought everything went exactly as expected, Master" Ahsoka asked Anakin, worried by the state of Master Kenobi.

Usually Dex's dining was a place they could go and relax after long missions like the one already passed, yet Obi-Wan sat zoned out with a frown in his face as he lightly touched his beard looking as stressed as ever; figuring out how he could almost lose after this new human-looking woman. Not able to forget her infuriated eyes, her graceful battle movements and the venomous red of her lightsaber. He could think she was atrocious; but that wasn't in his mind.

He was puzzled indeed, on her heavy pull in the Force and his own overthinking.

"Don't worry, everything went just fine. He fought with someone we've never seen and she escaped, I must say I thought she was going to win." Anakin held a grin.

Ahsoka formed an understanding look, in contrast to the General's dazzled expression.

"You know about her, Anakin?" Obi-Wan was intrigued and uneasy, desperate to understand what he had got into.

"She's a former Jedi, born in one of the moons of Iego, if she's good or evil I can't say." The young Skywalker lifted his brow mischievously, curious in the attention drawn from his Master.

"Didn't she attack General Kenobi? She must be a Sith'' concluded Ahsoka, suspicious of the woman's mysterious nature.

"I'm not sure, she helped me with some droids before attacking Obi-Wan," Anakin remembered their brief encounter, "an enemy wouldn't do that, she might be some kind of retired avenger?"

"Your Padawan is right, Anakin. Her techniques reside on the Dark Side." From the way she was holding her saber, her destructive energy and her eyes, an almost imperceptible yellow glow which couldn’t be appreciated properly by far. “Revenge is not the Jedi way”. HIs blue eyes locked with his apprentice's brown ones, reminding him what the titles must be.

"But she's not with the Separatists," Anakin replied, "I've informed the Chancellor and he assured he had never heard of her before. They’re looking out for her, whatever side she is on, she is wanted now".

"We must be careful then, these are difficult times. We mustn't fall into temptation". His tone was calm and seemed authoritative, but on the inside, worry flowed unsteady like the waters of Naboo.

Who knew the great Jedi Master Kenobi would hold such deep emotions towards a woman, that he displayed two faces to the Order he dedicated his life to. Like a hypocrite, he did not follow his own advice, and was slowly tempted by her.

Back in the present time; would it make any difference apologizing about slander behind her back to her now corpse? Undo her death? Or, lastly, make amends for all the lost time?

At first it was disdain and despite. How could she dare to try to go against the Jedi Order after being taught the ways of the Force? Such hatred could only be held by the Dark Side, shattered souls were the only ones who sought revenge, and she was one of those, representing everything he was against. However, after some encounters outside battle, it transformed into interest and appreciation…

He remembered vividly the times he saw her wandering the lowest levels of Coruscant, not with superiority or spreading hate contrary to the customs of the Sith lords, Obi-Wan felt the unextinguished light within her when she helped the people living there who didn't fear her. Unnaturally, he didn't feel disgusted; he had given himself reassurance believing she wholeheartedly wanted to do good still after all the pain she might have caused, he hoped for a small amount of salvation from her wrong doings. Maybe it wasn't too late for her.

She was a carefree spirit, so different to everything he was taught, she had no duties, no compromises, no promises to make, not rules to follow rigorously or set an example to other younglings. Free of do's and don'ts, unlike him who bear liability tattooed on his skin.

The false Freedom that was offered to her from the Dark Side seemed to quickly corrupt —if not completely, then at least,— the better parts of her being.

Eventually, it was expected from him to kill her when the first signs of their rivalry surfaced, everyone feared she would take his life away in the middle of a war where they couldn't afford to lose more Jedi's. Obi-Wan could nearly sense himself again sitting in his chair at the Temple reunited with the Council, listening to master Yoda and master Windu rambling about how daunting and threatening this new enemy was.

Regardless of the order, he did not want to get rid of her. Not when her life could be different; and even then he couldn't realize he was mirroring himself over this antagonized creature.

For his reputation he was glad, and found a certain comfort of fame, not unjustified, he was known around the galaxy as an heroic Jedi Knight, now becoming a Master. Up until now, life seemed to be for him nothing more than battle bad guys and just adventures which he liked yet, meant everything in a literal sense.

He was a strong, well-mannered, skillful and loyal member of the Jedi Council, he was known as stoic and undoubted, still he held thoughts like this, about another life, another path. Ever since Satine, he wasn't certainly the same, he thought about what ifs? instead of what's next? The Duchess opened a door he could never close on his own, eventually someone held it open, unintended of course, but who raises in him all doubts again.

He saw other’s common reality, civilian people living clueless lives, aware of the war but not fighting it; loving and caring like breathing, no vigilance or vows of no attachments, feeling completely with no fear of losing themselves in hatred and wrath; the Force was a gift he learned to accept in exchange for love.

Obi-Wan Kenobi gave everything for the Jedi way, even before Satine, it was his choice to dedicate his life to a greater good, a purpose he didn't regret fulfilling as it was the only that he knew. Although he regretted the emotional damage those feelings provoked, after meeting his hedonistic beloved, he regretted not being able to have both.

Love and peace, attachment and duty, to hold both titles with the same pride. Jedi Master and husband.

Returning his mind where it has to, looking at her one last time, eyes wide open holding pure rage in her face, legs and arms in an attack position, made him think he has lost something again, perhaps her whole being as well. The chance to be different, to renounce one of the last pieces of his past after rescuing Leia and start that long search he didn’t begun ten years ago when the Jedi Order disappeared to restart his life.

The search had ended prior to beginning.

Again, in his way it was proven there was no awaiting love for him, only infinite sadness.

He wished he knew more about her, perhaps, of her other life, the one before all the turmoil and not only the single prism of her scars. Now she was like everything after the Jedi's, an intrusive thought of his old life; the living nightmare before going to sleep.

What would he give to fight her one last time? As in the ardent past that preceded them.

Oh— he could still savor the soft viper tongue of her beloved's words, cocky remarks dripping from her lips like the sweet nectar of a flower, the taste of her sugar-coated sarcasm, even her Force signature was like a field of sassy roses with sharp thorns. To him, she had this lovable side, one that showed in the rarest moments, the essential ones indeed; when malignant forces displayed to attack him, she transformed into a caring ally.

Like one of the last times he saw her.

"Hello there." She mocked Obi-Wan's greeting, like every time they saw each other.

Obi-Wan turned around to face her, admiring once again her features, her dusky skin, thin lips and big golden eyes covered in rough black eyeliner. She ignited her red lightsaber, posturing to defend herself. Obi-Wan mimicked her, his cyan one ready to dance against hers.

“Long time since the last I saw you”, with a sincere tone, waiting for her strike, Obi-Wan wished to just talk with her like two friends that loved the other like lovers do.

“Not long enough”, she attacked first, aware of the hesitant hold of Kenobi’s lightsaber in his hand.

She could see he didn’t want to really harm her. So she settled in the mood for play, like the thousand times before when their brutal encounters had been nothing more than child’s play, a lightsaber dance that lasted as long as the battalions around them were able to.

She liked to win, and just to tease him, from time to time she left Obi-Wan battle marks, at first it was her way to put a symbol on him, so that everyone would see that she had defeated him, over time they became violent kisses that would last burning his skin in the form of scars merely for him, so he could see her headstrong love impregnated in him like poison at every glance to his naked form in the mirror.

The noise of their lightsabers striking each other was quickly lost by their companions on the field and as they moved away from the rest of the opponents, their fight diminished in intensity, barely reducing to a couple of brushes until they reached the edge of a cliff. Obi-Wan thought it was the perfect moment to promise her another fight and let her go, there were enough witnesses of her arrival and their encounter, and they were already too far from the starting point, no one would suspect he set her free.

Until…

She slipped from a rock. He took her hand and then her forearm, lifting her upper body to steady her steps and safe from the fall. He realized she was afraid of heights, and more than surprised or judgmental, he was endeared.

“For someone who jumps a lot, you seem afraid,” he pointed out mockingly at her reaction, both searching for her lightsaber on the ground.

She stayed silent as he inspected the edge of the cliff to check how mortal the fall would have been if he didn’t prevent it. He turned to see her look at the void so terrified, it didn’t produce any satisfaction or joy to see her in a state of trepidation.

“That was close,” breathlessly, she held onto Obi-Wan’s arms fearing to let go.

“Well, you could’ve just pushed me and we would be dead now,” he suggested to test a reaction out from her, her eyes lifted up to interlock with him, thinking he was out of his mind.

She didn’t think of really killing him, not now nor ever, she raised her brows surprised he would say that, but he proved already he wouldn’t do that to her. She composed her demeanor, getting far from his position, to not do something on impulse and not risk herself to slip and fall.

“Maybe I don’t want you completely dead, that would be my dead.” Her cheeks turned into flames, making her self-conscious of her own words. She was not used to being flirty in combat, she hid in aggression, though the feelings Kenobi aroused in her were foreign; she didn’t want to stop feeling them. "Because of the fall, don't get me wrong Kenobi", she justified.

Obi-Wan's reaction was just as neat as hers, a little smile appearing on his face, it was not in amusement.

He cared for her, enough to worry if she was safe wherever she was, to wonder what spending a day with her company must feel like or to talk past life threats or flirty tactics to distract one another. To share knowledge, to share feelings, to share the same space in existence.

His furrowed brow marked the start of some more teasing.

Strangely, she wasn't prepared for order 66 or its repercussions.

Because the very last time Obi-Wan saw her alive they were trying to save the other from the attack, he wanted to turn back time, to take her to Tatooine with him, to restart like she suggested too many times, to please every thought she shared through their bond about life together, but none of it was possible.

Even though he wanted to dedicate his life to her, finding her would have been his biggest obstacle. He made a promise to her, but he had a bigger vow.

Their dreams were impalpable, insane and improper from the moment of their conception, caught in the spectrum of imagination and destined to die in the back of their minds as if they were mere ideas. Crazy, never growing beyond their heads, ideas.

Although contrasting, the life of a Jedi and a Sith boiled down to the same thing, abandoning yourself to choose a life of service. Obi-Wan Kenobi was never a man who escaped from duty, and taking care of Padme and Anakin's children wasn't the exception. He was now voluntarily linked to the boy and his sister.

And her last doings, mysterious, kept with secrecy, remained unconcluded with the clash of the Order 66. So they did what they must and parted ways. Didn't matter how much it hurted them, if no one knew about what they had, they still could pretend they had nothing else to lose.

Notwithstanding the disaster, Obi-Wan Kenobi wasn't prepared to lose her too. He withdrew himself from the glass where the apparent corpse of his hedonistic beloved rested quietly, incapable of staring at it one second more, desperate to feel her. Duty wasn't over and he had to save Leia from the Inquisitors still.

Silently saying goodbye to his key piece, his last ray of fresh sunshine who's illusion served him to endure the burning suns of Tatooine, he caressed with his digits where her name was written in the keypad and stepped out of the tomb, unable to see the last wonder he had done to her. Her hidden vital signals — not traced by him blinded by his wounded emotions — and how her body became one with the Force finally disappearing in relative peace.

He set her free.

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lessons learned ✧ obi-wan kenobi

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request: Comedy angst for Star Wars - idk who coz it could be a group thing. Them lecturing the reader about being safe - coz reader is just the best but a baby compared to the rest of the group/other person - and during that lecture they are ambushed and either

a) reader is hurt and makes it comedic by reciting the lecture

OR b) others are hurt and reader medically helps them by reciting the lecture.

Up to you which route ya go down and how much angst with who. - anon

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x padawan!fem!reader (platonic)

summary: obi-wan lectures you about being safe, only for him to get hurt in the end.

word count: 1,177

warnings?: brief (and badly described) fighting, obi-wan is injured, not proofread

If you were honest, you were surprised that Obi-Wan Kenobi would take on another Padawan. Not that that was a bad Master, or that you weren’t learning a lot from him. But, no one could deny that, despite Anakin Skywalker becoming a Jedi Knight, Obi-Wan still seemed like he had a lot to teach his former Padawan. Still, Obi-Wan took you under his wing. He showed you what it meant to be a Jedi. But, to his chagrin, you turned out to be a lot more like Anakin than he anticipated. Between you, Anakin, and Anakin’s own Padawan Ahsoka, you were sure that Obi-Wan was going to be sent into cardiac arrest from all of the antics.

His worry only skyrocketed when you were on the battlefield. You were more than capable at combat, but you had a flair for the dramatics. A tendency to forgo your own safety if it meant seeing something through until the end. But who could blame you? This was a war. You were fighting for the Republic, for everything it stood for, for everything it could be. If you were willing to lay down your life for it all, what was the point?

Besides, there was a sort of…fun that could be had in battle. Especially when you were fighting a droid army. Being able to pick apart their weaknesses, to see the flaws in their strategy, to feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. It was…exhilarating. If you were honest, a part of you felt a smidge guilty about that. Being a Jedi meant keeping the peace. Fighting was only supposed to be a last resort. Fighting this war was for the purpose of keeping the peace. It wasn’t something you were always going to be doing.

But, kriff, why did it light your soul on fire?

Obi-Wan hated that part of you. Well, not hated per se. But it was something that he took an issue with, tried to show you that there was more to being a Jedi than swinging a lightsaber and occasionally meditating. Every day, he tried to show you there was more to this life than a fight. Today was no different.

The Council sent you to a neutral planet in an effort to convince them to side with the Republic. Apparently, the resources the planet could offer would be incredibly valuable for the war effort. The sort of thing that could end the war a lot sooner. It was…imperative that negotiations went over well. Which was exactly why Obi-Wan spent the better part of the hour telling you that you could not, under any circumstances, succumb to your urges to start a fight.

“Remember, young one, we are only here to negotiate,” Obi-Wan said as you walked up to the palace. “There will be no fighting. You will not take out your lightsaber unless it is absolutely necessary—that means if the situation becomes life or death. You will not be snarky, no matter how tempting it is. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

Unfortunately for Obi-Wan—but fortunately for you—negotiations went south…Rather quickly, in fact. But, it had nothing to do with you. No, it was actually Obi-Wan who started the fight, despite his insistence that no fight occur today. To be fair, though, you could hardly blame him for drawing his lightsaber first. Their thinly veiled threats were obvious. The fact that they had sided with the Separatists already was obvious. And then, to add the cherry on top of this shit show, a blaster was drawn on you.

All things considered, though, they didn’t put up a very strong fight. You and Obi-Wan cut through their forces with relative ease. For folks looking to pick a fight, they sure came woefully unprepared. Perhaps they assumed that a pair of Jedi coming to negotiate would be unarmed. Perhaps they were just incredibly stupid. Either way, you came out the other side relatively unscathed.

However, you could not the same about your Master. As you clipped your lightsaber back to your belt, looking around the wreckage, your gaze settled on the figure slumped against the wall. Kriff. He did not look good.

“Are you alright, Master?” you asked, walking over to him.

“Define alright.”

You sucked in a breath. Well, how the turn tables. “Do you think you can walk on your own?”

“I’m going to need a little help,” he said.

You nodded and bent down to help him. But, as you did so, an idea tickled at the back of your mind. Was it a petty idea? Sure. Then again, he had only told you to not be snarky during the negotiations. And the negotiations were over now, so…

“Remember, Master, we are only here to negotiate,” you said, throwing one of Obi-Wan’s arms around your shoulders, wrapping the other around his waist. You heaved him up so he was standing—er, well, leaning against you. You took a tentative step forward. Obi-Wan did the same. “There will be no fighting.”

“Don’t,” Obi-Wan wheezed. His words held no bite. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him holding back a laugh.

“You will not take out your lightsaber unless it is absolutely necessary—”

Obi-Wan lifted his head to glare at you. You couldn’t help but snicker. You held back for a moment, focusing on getting Obi-Wan out of the palace and to the ship. Every step, Obi-Wan wheezed a little harder. Kriff. You hadn’t thought the fight had gone that bad.

Finally, the two of you reached the ship. Commander Cody spotted the two of you first. He surged forward, taking Obi-Wan away from you. Usually, you would have made a quip about bringing the Commander’s husband back in one piece—mostly one piece, at least. But, an inkling of concern tickled at you.

Cody led Obi-Wan onto the ship, toward the medbay. You followed after them.

“—that means life or death,” you continued.

Cody looked at you as he helped Obi-Wan onto a cot, his brows furrowed. Ah, he wouldn’t understand. He hadn’t been there for your Master’s lecture. Well, that wasn’t going to stop you from finishing your recitation.

“I get the point, young one,” Obi-Wan said, punctuating his sentence with a cough. He gave you the sternest look he could muster, which honestly looked as scary as a loth-cat kitten given his current predicament. “You don’t have to continue.”

You watched as one of the medical droids flitted around Obi-Wan, assessing the damages. “You will not be snarky,” you said.

“Ha!” Cody laughed. “He said that? What a hypocrite!”

You grinned at Cody. Obi-Wan glared at the two of you. “No matter how tempting it is.”

“You’ve made your point.”

“Do you understand?” you finished.

“I understand you’re going to be stuck with the paperwork for this,” Obi-Wan said. “Too injured to do it myself.”

“That is hardly fair!”

“Should have been a bit more sympathetic, then, young one,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

“Oh, I’ll show you sympathetic—”

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miseries-mistress · 2 years

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A LOVE THAT CAN NEVER BE TAINTED | OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: You knew the council to be many things, and through your life as a Jedi, you had grown accustomed to the less desirable missions they threw onto you and Anakin, despite you being a Knight and Anakin a padawan or in more recent events, a recently knighted Jedi. But for this mission, they had placed Obi-Wan to remain at your side, which in your experience, is never a good sign. This assignment was by far much more unnerving and perilous than any other. You had to infiltrate a Separatist's event disguised as Sith Lords to extract information. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Warnings: female reader, takes place during the clone wars, slight spice, fluff, obi-wan pretending to be a sith, all sith names are made up, little to no angst. W/C: 4129

Notes: i am such a whore for sith obi-wan that it's not even funny. let me know if you want a part 2

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"I'm sorry, what?" you ask the council, completely dumbfounded. You felt your blood run cold, a lump forming in your throat. This could not be happening.

"We believe a certain senator has betrayed the Republic and is furthering their agenda in the Senate. He is prolonging the war and draining our resources, which is something that cannot be taken lightly. Our sources say this senator will attend a well-guarded event, a Separatists gala. You and Master Kenobi will infiltrate this party and extract the proof or a confession that the senator has betrayed us."

You turned to Obi-Wan, the Jedi resting comfortably in the seat in front of you, amusement dancing in beautiful blue irises.

"Of course, Master Windu," you dipped your head into a bow, your eyes transfixed to the man who had stolen your heart. You turned on your heel and stepped out the door, your robes swishing behind you as you trekked into the sunlit Temple. You were so screwed.

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The day of your mission arrived much faster than you anticipated, leaving your head reeling from the information overload. The event would be a gala filled to the brim with people who possess more money than you could dream of. All of them would be Separatists with varying levels of power and authority. Sith Lords, commanders, generals, admirals, masters, and apprentices were all supposed to be in attendance. That's how you and Obi-Wan would blend in and appear under fake names of the Sith Master Plo had brought in less than a week before. Their capture had not yet reached the public, meaning you and Obi-Wan had to pretend you were the Sith the council had brought in.

What. The. Kriff.

That was your thought process as Obi-Wan continued explaining the details of the mission in the security of your apartment, his eyes drifting over to yours every time his words elicited a new reaction out of you.

"The council provided us with this." Obi-Wan set down two bags in between you two. You took the one with your name embroidered and tentatively opened it. Inside was a dress, an elegant black one folded neatly, a lightsaber, and other smaller items and trinkets at the bottom. You furrowed your brows at the lightsaber, dragging it from the bag and holding it tentatively in the palm of your hand. Its curves and dents were unlike your own, and its weight shocked you; it was heavy. You ignited the deadly 'saber, and you sucked in your breath at the sight. The lightsaber was a deep red color, like blood, humming with a passion that sent goosebumps rising up your arms, and you could instantly tell many Jedi lives had been ended by it. You deactivated it, setting it back into the bag where it belonged. The weapon of a Sith did not belong in your hands.

"I don't like this," you murmured, your eyes searching the floor. This entire carefully constructed lie made uneasiness crawl up your spine. It seemed like overkill for a single senator, one with such little power in the Senate already. Such a measly senator could be taken care of by clones, maybe even by a single Jedi, not by two well-respected Jedi Knights. It didn't make sense why you couldn't follow him around and wait for him to say something useful for your case against him, maybe even scare a confession out of him, not infiltrate a Separatist event dressed as Sith Lords. There was definitely something the council wasn't telling you, and by the look on Obi-Wan's face, he knew exactly what it was.

"I know, my dear, I don't like it any more than you do, but we can't go against the council's wishes," he explains calmly, his regal accent trickling into his carefully crafted sentences. You slumped against the couch, peeking over at the bag next to you. Could you even pull off an assignment such as this? Surly pretending to be a Sith Lord will prove nothing but brutal, and what if someone recognized your voice? Surrounded by that many enemies, you don't know how you will be able to make a swift escape and obtain the much-needed information. Maybe that was it. The information was the key to all of this.

The senator must have more information than the council led on. That's why clones or even most Jedi couldn't do this. You and Obi-Wan are notorious for well-thought-out and put-together sentences, stringing each word along to create artwork that could not be seen. Your words touched a part of the brain that would never dream of saying no to any proposition you had to offer. The council needed a negotiator, someone who could ease the information out of him while maintaining a low profile, someone who could get everything he knew, not just the fragments.

"It's imperative you get ready, my love. We have lots to do." Obi-Wan's hand came to your neck, the rough skin rubbing over your sensitive nape, sending a shiver down your body. He placed a soft, lingering kiss on the crown of your head before he pulled away, a gentle smile resting on the curve of his lips. He squeezes your hand before standing up, heading to the bathroom to change his attire. You shook your head before grabbing your bag, making for your room to become someone else entirely.

The dress was…revealing, to say the least, leaving nothing to the imagination. You've never thought about cleavage until now, but it's unavoidable by the way it highlights your body's best attributes. However, it left you feeling exposed and vulnerable. Although you reminded yourself of the importance of this assignment, a multitude of voices screamed in your head to find some excuse to duck out of this one. Not that Obi-Wan would ever let you get away with it, but it was a strong enough thought to keep your hands shaking while you sweep your hair into an elegant updo.

Thanks to your years of friendship with Padme, you knew the basics of makeup. She had taught you and even done looks that she thought would best compliment your face during some of your rare visits to her.

When you were finished, you took one last look in the mirror. The dress tightly hugged your body in a way your Jedi robes had never done before. The cool silk material dripped over barely covered skin, encasing you in a cocoon of comfort. If that wasn't bad enough, there was a long slit running up your left leg all the way to your thigh. You forced your mortification at the revelation down because, in the end, there was nothing you could do about it.

And while your dress set you off, your face looked something out of a magazine, perfect and flawless with the expectation of the sickly yellow contacts rimmed with red you had put in place. If you were pretending to be a Sith, you had to look the part, no matter how much you resented it.

You clipped the lightsaber onto the hook embedded into your dress, taking one last look in the mirror to steal your nerves. You were a Jedi who had faced the perils of war and led a battalion of your own at your young age. If you could stay calm in the face of battle, you could do this. With one last glimpse of yourself, you left the confines of your room.

Obi-Wan sat on the sofa that occupied your small living space, legs spread, his lightsaber tantalizingly resting on his thigh. He looked good, and part of you secretly wished he would dress in these colors more often. He bore luxurious black robes that hugged his defined muscles from years of training and battle. They traced his muscular figure, and in a way, the garment was more revealing than his regular white and brown robes that flowed over his pale skin. The fabric itself looked expensive in contrast to the ones the Jedi council provided him with.

Nevertheless, he looked as if he was dripping in wealth, oozing the confidence of someone with the world at their fingertips. His hair was slightly unkempt, appearing as though he couldn't be bothered to do it. His eyes were the same color as yours, but they held a firmness that wasn't there before. It was almost frightening how much he looked like he belonged with the beings you had sworn to destroy.

Obi-Wan turned his head at the sound of your heels clicking against the stone tile, and his mouth fell agape at your appearance. A giddiness of the likes he'd never known filled him, causing butterflies to erupt in his stomach. You, for lack of better words, were breathtaking. You were poised, brimming with seduction while you made your way to him. Your face, one he had the pleasure of memorizing, was coated in a layer of makeup that brought out your natural beauty. Even though you didn't need such things to look like perfection, he felt it added to your con of being the incarnation of lust and the model of desire. And oh, your outfit. The fabric, as scarcely as it was spread across your body, accentuated each mouthwatering curve of your body. He unconsciously folded his leg over the other at the mere sight of you, sending arousal spiking through his blood. A part of him was ashamed for giving in to his desire so quickly, but a voice in the back of his mind argued that he didn't care. You were indeed the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in all his years, someone who made his body throb with heat.

As you approached him, the master negotiator was lost for words, reduced to a sputtering fool in the presence of a woman.

"Hello, Kenobi." Maker, even your voice reduced him to a puddle on the floor.

"My love, you are breathtaking." The validity compliment rocks you straight to your core. Sure, he's told you numerous times how beautiful you are, but this particular instance leaves you breathless with your cheeks engulfed in heat. He takes your hand, carefully kissing yours, his beard scratching your succulent skin. You both stood there for a moment, drinking in the sight of the other before Obi-Wan cleared his throat, slicing the tension that filled the room. "Let us depart, shall we?"

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The ride was short, mostly filled with you stewing in your anxiety. Obi-Wan had placed his hand over your thigh from his seat, his eyes remaining on the vastness of space while you traveled in hyperspace. But, unfortunately, the action did little to settle your bouncing nerves. There was so much that could go wrong, so much at stake, yet Obi-Wan continued to remind you in your mind of four simple words. The council chose you.

You knew the meaning behind those words; the council trusted you with a mission such as this, but you couldn't help but feel like you were being thrown to the wolves. The mystery of the deeper meaning behind this mission was also lost upon you. Whatever it was, Obi-Wan likely knew what was going on with him being on the council, and that's all you needed. At least both of you weren't ignorant of the assignment's true objective.

You had thought about asking Obi-Wan about the information you were supposed to obtain but settled on letting him reveal it when the time was right. If the council hadn't outright said it to you when they gave you this assignment, Obi-Wan wasn't likely to tell you either. That said, you trusted him to unravel the truth to you when the time was right, and that faith in him quelled a couple of your worries.

"We're here."

You heaved a sigh, slowly rising from your seat while Obi-Wan turned off the ship. This was it.

Outside, you were met with private transport provided by the event hosts. The two of you climbed in, taking a seat on the velvet cushions while the world sped past you until it halted outside a grand building.

As soon as you stepped out, the vehicle behind you left, and the air around you changed. Obi-Wan threw up his walls, barricading his mind from anyone who wished to enter it. The force of it shoved you from his presence so abruptly that you almost stumbled back. He reined his signature in at the same time, making sure not to let his emotions slip into it because one mistake, one moment of distraction, and letting your guard on your mind fall would mean the end of this mission and possibly your life.

You followed his lead and put your guard up, careful not to let your nervousness bleed into your signature. He turned around, swiftly grabbing your hand and pulling you to his chest. You rest your hand over the silky fabric of his black robes, feeling the muscle beneath the clothing. Your eyes darted to the area around the building, and when you could not sense or see anyone, you will yourself to relax.

"Remember the plan?" he asks, and for a moment, you're too enraptured in him to respond as the moonlight kisses his skin. The stars flicker and twinkle above you, cascading their light onto the city. While you watch the light dance across his features, you nod your head, and he lets out a sigh of relief. His gaze flickers around before settling on your face, and his eyes soften, contradicting the gold of the contacts. "You'll do just fine, I promise."

His gloved hand runs down your bare arm, the leather rough against your smooth skin. His hand trails from your arm to your chin, thumb, and forefinger hooking around it, raising your head so your eyes, once focused on the floor, look into his yellow ones.

"Hey," he softly says, adoration virtually spewing from it. "You'll do great."

You offer him a smile, leaning into his touch. "Thank you."

"Of course, Selena," he teasingly uses your fake name, his lips quirking into a smile. He releases an airy laugh, and you can't help but follow suit, basking in your few moments of serenity, the calm before the storm.

The closer you approach the building, the more droids you can see lazing about the perimeter. The occasional figure clad in black darts through the light pouring out of the open doors. Obi-Wan possessively places his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to his side. It startles you at the sudden contact and no less in public. You let your signature extend out to Obi-Wan, and he grasps it eagerly, taking hold of it while the mental walls he had so carefully crafted crumble into tiny particles of dust for you and only you.

What are you doing? You wordlessly ask him through the force, and a moment later, his mind parts to reveal to you the answer.

The Sith we are pretending to be were in a relationship, despite being master and apprentice. Have a tad more faith in me, love.

You released the breath you didn't realize you were holding as you came to a halt by the doors. The droids extended their hand, inspecting you for a moment before asking your names.

"Lord Alic Bared and my apprentice Selena Madrador," he answered, his face unbothered while the droids skimmed through a list on the holo pad. Finally, they checked something off before letting you through and into the belly of the beast.

You stepped inside, and if it weren't for Obi-Wan guiding you forward, you would have stopped dead in your tracks. The room was nothing short of magnificent. The walls were tan but covered in windows, showcasing the glittering city of lights beyond the magnificent building. The ceiling itself was striking, rising high above the ground with a dazzling chandelier sparkling with reflective light to accompany it. And the most jaw-dropping thing about it was the beautiful illustrations painted across it and the cascade of colors mixing with the story that each inch the paint covered.

Focus. He gently reminded you with a slow wave in the force, forcing your eyes away from the beauty. Obi-Wan walked with the feline gracefulness of someone who held themselves with arrogance, with you following at his hip while his eyes slid attentively over the room. You recognized members from the Separatist Parliament, who glanced your way before returning to their drinks.

Obi-Wan led you to the bar, where a couple of officers sat, boisterously laughing at a joke one made. Luckily for you, they hadn't noticed your presence yet, leaving you and Obi-Wan alone a few moments before your skills would really be tested.

"People are more likely to talk at events such as these. So keep your ears open," Obi-Wan spoke in a hushed whisper, his breath tickling your ear. You slowly nodded, trying to control the erratic beating of your heart at his closeness.

You cleared your throat, settling the urge growing within you, your eyes flitting back to the lightsaber resting on your hip. "How did the Council even get these?"

"Jedi have brought many Sith Lords to justice," he replied calmly, his eyes finding his own blade. The silence stretches before Obi-Wan's entire body tenses, and you can feel the anticipation swirling in his mind that he has left open to you.

"Lord Bared!" a man behind you exclaimed, his voice mixed with pride and delight. Obi-Wan briskly turned on his heels.

"Lord Typatha," he greeted formally, all remnants of his high Corocanti accent evaporating. You studied their interaction, silently amazed at how easily he could switch into someone else entirely. Yet, his force signature remained steady, without a trace of emotion to betray his empty words.

"And Selena, it is wonderful to see you in good health." Lord Typatha bowed to you, and you returned the gesture.

"As are you, Lord Typatha," you responded, forcing your lips to quirk into a smile.

"It's a pleasure to see you both alive after the battle of Yavin. Some of us were less...hopeful of your return with the silence for four days and all." Of course, that was the battle where the actual Sith were captured. You could tell that this guy was getting so inquisitive, too suspicious of you, that it riled anxiety deep within your gut. It only worsened when you noticed the lightsaber swinging from his hip.

Obi-Wan squeezed your waist, a warning to pull yourself together before your emotions leaked into your signature.

"The Jedi couldn't dream of killing someone as powerful as me."

"Of course, they would be too dead to do so." They shared a chuckle as Typatha's eyes fell onto yours.

"Is Lord Bared still treating you well, Selena?" he light-heartedly jokes, and you feel Obi-Wan's grip harden, his arms tensing. It confused you as to why he would act so possessive over a simple question.

"Of course, Lord Typatha, after all, no one else could quite provide the same experience of killing Jedi." He laughed, shaking his head as he did so. A few commanders strutted your way, their eyebrows raising impeccably at the sight of Obi-Wan.

"Lord Bared, I didn't expect to see you so soon." They bowed in respect, and Obi-Wan's face remained unchanging.

"The battle of Yavin was a mere squirmish, nothing that could truly affect me," he confidently retorted, watching with mock satisfaction as their confidence was flattened in mere seconds by the authority in his words. Then, a second later, they shook it off, taking a sip of their drinks.

"You wouldn't mind getting me a drink, would you, my dear?" The nickname, which was once filled with endearment, was tainted with lust and mischief. The quiet voice inside your head knew this was all an act, nothing more than careful deception. However, a part of you was drawn in, entranced even by his performance. For a moment, you stood there, captivated by the power he falsely possessed.

"Of course, Master." You nodded to each of them before departing to the bar.

At the end of the bar is the senator we are looking for. Make contact. His voice rang loudly through your head. You headed to the other side of the bar, where your target sat with his drink.

"Madrador, what a pleasure to see you again," he cheerfully greeted. You flashed him a friendly smile, waving down the bartender.

Made contact. Obi-Wan heard your words in his mind, and he paused mid-sentence before collecting himself and returning to the conversation.

You know what to do.

"Senator Bushy, the pleasure is all mine," you sultry reply, and he waves off the formalities. All you need now is a confession, then you and Obi-Wan could leave this place that was practically drawing you into its darkness.

"I don't know how you seemed to grow even more beautiful with time." You chuckle at the compliment, trying not to squirm under his predatory gaze.

"I could say the same senator, but please, enlighten me on your recent dealings. I would be delighted to learn about what a man of your caliber has been up to." Either the man was drunk out of his mind or just that stupid because he descended into his recent dealings with the Republic and the Separatists, boasting about the financial gain without mentioning the tremendous loss you had read about not too long ago. Your recorder device strapped to your hip, hidden beneath your clothing, caught every crime he admitted to. When he had finished, he asked you how you were doing. You almost wanted to laugh.

I got it. Obi-Wan's ears perked at your silent message, and you could feel the surge of approval flowing through the force directed at you.

Well done, darling, you have outdone yourself.

The senator you were talking with moved on to someone else, slightly stumbling as he did. Yeah, he was drunk. You collected Obi-Wan's drink and returned to his side, but not before you caught the tail end of the conversation.

"Your apprentice seems very fond of Senator Bushy, don't you think?" one of them commented, trying to provoke a reaction out of Obi-Wan. He scowled, his jaw twitching at the thought of you with someone else.

"My apprentice knows who she belongs to," he replied smoothly, swiftly ending the discussion. You returned to his side, handing him his drink while the other commanders' eyes bore holes into your skull.

Obi-Wan observes you with rapt attention, with an expression you don't think you've ever seen before. You've seen softness, admiration, patience, and fondness. But now he's gazing at you with a mixture of possessiveness and need. You could have been fooled that it was all part of the act that he was a big bad Sith Lord, but behind his eyes, there's a hue of insecurity. Something you've come to recognize in your years of being with him.

Nevertheless, it made you feel small standing next to Obi-Wan as the aftereffects of his words lingered in the air. You couldn't put your finger on why you felt that way, but you couldn't deny the impact his words seemed to have had on you. Your feelings of insignificance didn't go unnoticed by the Jedi at your side as his force signature wraps like a warm blanket around your mind, easing your discomfort and relaxing your tense muscles.

"I'm afraid we must get going. We have a long day tomorrow," Obi-Wan politely excuses himself, and the attention of Typatha and the officers narrows onto the two of you.

Typatha's face broke into a wicked grin, sending a coldness you've only encountered a few times in your life as a Jedi down your spine. "Leaving so soon, Master Kenobi?"

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im-poe-dameron · 2 years

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CELESTIAL SERENITIES | ONGOING ✧

a/n: this series has been spinning in my brain like a rotisserie chicken and finally it's being cooked. a big thank you to my love @karasong for being as excited for this series as i am. there are multiple arcs in which this fic takes place, as well as multiple time jumps. hopefully you enjoy the ride and i'd love to know what you think!

summary: once lovers now meet again as strangers only to realize their paths were the same all along.

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x fem!reader (name astra is used but it's a reader insert)

each chapter comes with their own warnings but the story is 18+.

PHANTOM MENACE ARC - you meet a padawan named Obi-Wan Kenobi on your home world Corellia and make the mistake of falling in love.

✧ dewdrop trees ✧ north star

CLONE WARS ARC - once lovers meet again as unknown enemies.

✧ succiduous | 9.1k+ ✧ duty and damnation | 8.8k+ ✧ until we meet again | 7.4k+ ✧ infinite existence | clone wars interlude

REVENGE OF THE SITH ARC - after parting to fight in the clone wars, you reunite before the brink of disaster.

✧ courage of stars ✧ stained glass heartbreak

KENOBI ARC - (to be plotted)

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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The Bond Between Us ~ 11

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 3,345ish

Summary: Obi-Wan gets summoned to the Jedi Council Chambers, running into you when he gets there.

Notes: There’s a slight mention of the flashback scene from the Kenobi series, if anyone will even notice. The scene will actually show up in the Kenobi chapters. Please send thoughts and comments and what you enjoyed and such! I love seeing it all! Reblogs, comments, and asks are always welcome! Also, I just had to use this gif. I just love it so much.

Obi-Wan was beginning to question how he ever lived without your friendship. He was longing to just walk beside you or talk to you or feel your Force signature. Something. You had been gone for weeks with no word from you and the Council was not willing to disclose any information as well. Every time he tried to reach out to you with the Force, he came up blank. He was starting to think you might have died and nobody was willing to tell him.

It was almost exactly five weeks to the day Obi-Wan last saw you when he was summoned to the Jedi Council Chambers. He was nervous, to say the least, and trying his best to keep his thoughts and emotions in check. When he arrived at the Chambers, the doors were opened to reveal you walking out. Obi-Wan’s eyes immediately did a sweep of you, checking to see if you were okay and in tack. The only notable difference that he could see was the lack of your Padawan braid.

“Y/N,” he gasped. “You’re back. Are you alright? Why have you been gone for so long?”

“Master Kenobi,” you smiled. He tried not to flinch at the formality. “I wish I could answer your questions but the Council is waiting for you.”

“Then will you wait for me to be finished?”

“I’m afraid that I must move my things to my new room.”

“Your new room?”

“Yes, the Council has granted me permission to be closer to the other Jedi. Come find me once you’re finished and we can talk then.”

“Yes, okay.”

Obi-Wan smiled as he watched you walk away. He was happy that you were finally back at the Jedi Temple. Now he only needed to get this Council meeting over with quickly in order to talk to you about why you disappeared for five weeks. Obi-Wan entered the Chambers and stood in the middle. He immediately noticed an empty chair.

“Master Kenobi, thank you for joining us,” Master Windu said.

“Of course,” Obi-Wan responded with a slight head bow. “How may I be of service?”

Several of the Jedi Masters shared a look, not going unnoticed by Obi-Wan.

“Like to offer you a seat on the Council, we would,” Yoda said.

“What?” Obi-Wan breathed out in shock.

“You have shown great strength, leadership, and knowledge in the Force,” Windu complimented. “We would be honored to have you on the Council.”

“Thank you.” Obi-Wan bowed again. “I am honored you find me worthy.”

“Please,” Windu motioned to the empty seat. Obi-Wan took a deep breath as he walked over and took his place on the Council. “Now, there are multiple items on the agenda for today. The first is the war. The Senate and Chancellor have asked the Jedi to be Generals over the clones.”

“Worried, I am about this,” Yoda admitted. “But see no way out, I do.”

“I see no way out as well,” Master Plo Koon said.

“Who would the General’s be?” Obi-Wan wondered.

“Jedi Masters and Jedi Knights would fill the role of Generals,” Mace answered. “Padawan’s would be Commanders.”

“Brings up our question, it does,” Yoda said. “Master Obi-Wan, ready for the trials is your Padawan?”

“You’re considering Anakin for the trials?” Obi-Wan questioned.

“Yes,” Ki-Adi responded. “We need all the Generals we can get.”

“And despite his lack of following orders, Skywalker is a great strategist and leader,” Windu admitted. “As well as strong in the Force.”

“I believe that my Padawan could pass the trials.”

“But ready, do you believe him to be?” Yoda pressed.

“Our former Padawan Y/N, though only interacting with Skywalker a few times in the last ten years, believes that Anakin is ready,” Windu explained. Obi-Wan tried to ignore the pride that swelled in him at the information that you were no longer a Padawan. “Do you believe Skywalker is ready?”

Obi-Wan silently thought for a second. He had just dueled Anakin last week and thought that he wasn’t ready due to how he went about his attacks. You knew of the way Anakin’s emotions controlled him. You had volunteered yourself for a name change and separation because of it. So if you believed Anakin to be ready, there had to be a reason behind it and Obi-Wan would trust it.

“Yes, I do,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Bring your Padawan to us, Master Obi-Wan,” Yoda requested. “The trials, he will start.”

~~~

Over the last five weeks, you had completed your trials, was knighted in a private ceremony with just the Jedi Council, and had been sent on assignment to Kamino. On Kamino, you began setting up how the Jedi would oversee the training of the clones. At first, you had argued with the Council about sending you, especially since you were against this war. But you did not prevail and willing did what the Council asked you to.

During your time away, you missed Obi-Wan more than you cared to admit. In just the short time you had been reunited, you could feel the growth in your bond tenfold. It was part of the reason you had to shield your signature from him. Besides the fact that the Council asked for you to keep your assignment a secret as they figured out how involved the Jedi would be in the war, you had just become a Jedi Knight and knew that breaking the Code would be even more frowned upon now.

You were very grateful to be back at the Jedi Temple. Though having only been gone a few weeks, it felt like a lifetime. Upon arriving back, you were summoned straight to the Council Chambers. There, you reported on your assignment as well as answered questions about how you felt about Anakin being ready for the trials. You had expressed your confusion, saying that only Master Kenobi and the Council could deem him fit or not but they insisted on an answer from you.

So, trusting in what you were sensing in the Force, you told him that you believed Anakin was ready and that Master Kenobi had done a wonderful job in his training. It was then that you were told that Obi-Wan was going to be offered a seat on the Council. You couldn’t help but be excited for Obi-Wan. He deserved that seat and you knew that he would honor and respect it more than another Master would.

After also having been told that you could move rooms, your meeting with the Council ended. When you exited the room, Obi-Wan was walking up. You bit the inside of your cheek as you took in how handsome he looked. You greeted him, knowing that the Council was listening in, and told him to come and find you after his meeting.

You, not so willingly, left him in front of the Council room and went to get your new room sorted. You didn’t have very many personal belongings, a Jedi wasn’t supposed to, so it was easy moving into your new room. You had honestly never been in the part of the Jedi Temple where the quarters were. You just never had any need to. You felt slightly out of place as you made your way to your new room, seeing Jedi walk in and out of rooms while talking to each other. It must be nice, to have friendships like that. You were too distracted by watching the other Jedi interact to notice that you were going to run into someone.

“Woah, watch out where you’re going, Y/N,” Anakin’s voice rang in your ears.

“Sorry, Ani,” you replied, lowering your head in embarrassment.

“What are you doing all the way down here? You’ve never been to this part of the Temple.”

“The Council is letting me move rooms and be closer to the other Jedi.”

“The Council’s favorite finally gets to be part of the regular crowd.”

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, everyone knows you’re the Council’s favorite. It’s no secret. Don’t worry, no one except me knows why. Well, besides Obi-Wan.”

Something about what Anakin was telling you stood out the most. “I… I’m talked about?”

“Younger Jedi can be the worst gossips.”

“Oh.” You suddenly felt like all eyes were on you. You had the urge to shrink into yourself. “Anakin, would you mind showing me to my new room? I… I would like to get things set up and then meditate.”

“Always work and no play with you. Come on,” Anakin turned around, “I think I know where your room is.”

You anxiously followed Anakin further down the hall. You kept glancing around, feeling like everyone was staring at you.

“Here it is,” Anakin said, stopping in front of one of the many similar-looking doors. “Right where I thought it would be.”

You looked up and saw that a nameplate had been placed on your door. Foolish enough, you had thought that perhaps the Council would have had it say ‘Y/N Skywalker’, but they had it as ‘Y/N L/N’. You sighed.

“Obi-Wan is the door to the right of yours,” Anakin told you.

“He is?” You questioned, failing to mask the excitement.

“Yes,” he chuckled. A beeping sound came from his communicator on his rest. “It’s Obi-Wan. I’ve got to go.”

“Thanks for showing me to my room, Ani.”

“Anytime. See you around.”

You took a deep breath as you turned to face your new door. You stepped up to it, causing it to slide open. Entering, you immediately noticed how quaint it was. There was a small living space and kitchenette to the left with another doorway to the right that you knew led to the bedroom and refresher. Your head snapped back to focus on the hallway when you heard Jedi whispering as they walked by. Unable to think anything but that they were whispering about you, you hurried further into your room, the door sliding shut behind you.

~~~

Obi-Wan was tired, to say the least. The Council meeting had lasted longer than he would have hoped. Anakin and himself had to find the Council on how many trials Anakin would have to take since he had already been and gone through so much. The Council eventually agreed with the Master and Padawan. It was decided that Anakin would start the rest of the trials tomorrow, with Obi-Wan’s guidance. That meant that Obi-Wan only had the rest of the day to see you since he didn’t know how long he could be gone with Anakin.

As he headed for his room, Obi-Wan began to sense your signature. He smiled, believing that you were waiting in his room for him. He passed by the room next to his, having to pause and do a double take when he realized your signature was coming from there and that there was a nameplate on the door with your name on it. Obi-Wan’s smile grew as he went to knock. He paused before his knuckles made contact on the door. Something wasn’t right in your signature. There was an anxiousness and self-consciousness coming from your signature that he had never felt from you before. Obi-Wan quickly grew concerned.

“Y/N?” Obi-Wan called as finally knocked. “It’s me, Obi-Wan.”

You had heard him but didn’t respond. You were sitting on your couch with your legs pressed up against your chest. Your chin was resting on your knees as you stared blankly across the room.

“Y/N,” Obi-Wan tried again. “I can sense you in there… please let me in.” Still nothing. “Fine, I’m coming in myself.” He waved his hand, using the Force to open the door. When he saw your position on the couch, he rushed over. “Y/N? Y/N? What’s wrong?”

Obi-Wan knelt down in front of you. His hands itched to touch you but he wasn’t going to cross any boundaries that you weren’t prepared for. He noticed that your eyes were glazed over and that you weren’t focusing on him. Pushing out his signature, he wrapped it around yours. Your body had an immediate reaction, loosening up from its ridged form.

“Little star…” Obi-Wan breathed out.

“I’m a freak,” you whispered. Even with how close Obi-Wan was, he could barely pick it up.

“What? Did someone say something?”

“They didn’t have to… The way they’re staring and whispering and Anakin said that everyone believes that I’m the Council’s favorite,” your words began to speed up as you heaved breaths. “I’m the Jedi freak who was kept away from the rest of the Order and specially taught and trained. I don’t have any friends or acquaintances. I am all alone.”

“Y/N, slow down, breathe.”

Obi-Wan moved his head to force you to make eye contact as one of his hands went to rest on your foot and the other came up to cradle your face. You looked into his eyes as yours filled with tears.

“I’m the Jedi Temple freak,” you repeated.

“No,” Obi-Wan shook his head, “you are not the Jedi Temple freak.”

“But they keep whispering and staring…”

“They are just jealous, little star. You’ve gotten the best training than any other Jedi ever has. They have heard of your connection with the Force and your fighting techniques. They are simply just interested in you.”

You stayed silent, slow tears beginning to fall down your face. “I didn’t ask to be kept away from everyone… I only wished to do what was right for Anakin… That’s all I’ve ever wanted…”

“Oh, my little star… you are too kind and wise for your own good.” He moved to sit beside you on the couch. Gently, he took your hands and placed them with his in his lap. His thumbs began rubbing the back of your hands. “The other Jedi are going to whisper and stare, unfortunately. Anakin experienced the same thing when I first started training him. He learned to deal with it quickly. I do wish that you had the same opportunity as he did, but I will help you now as I helped him then.”

“Really?”

“Have I ever done anything to cause you to doubt me?”

“Well, no. But we also just became friends again.”

“Again? We weren’t?”

“You know what I mean.”

One of his hands came up to your face. You leaned into his hand. “I promise I will help you get through this, little star. You won’t be alone.”

“Yet, if I am correct, you are helping start Anakin’s trials tomorrow.”

Obi-Wan sighed, letting his hand come back down to his lap. “That is correct.”

“I will be fine, Obi. I will train and meditate, and show them what I am capable of doing. I am sorry you had to deal with me like this…”

“Please do not apologize, little star. I am happy to help.”

You nodded. “Oh my gosh, I just remembered what happened today. You were offered a seat on the Council. Here I am worried about trivial things and you go offered the highest honor that could be bestowed upon a Jedi.”

Obi-Wan shook his head with a small smile. “Your needs were more important than any congratulations I could hear.”

“Well, congratulations anyway. I am so proud of you.”

Obi-Wan’s heart swelled. You were proud of him. “Thank you. And Anakin will be starting his trials tomorrow. I do believe that a lot of it had to do with you.”

“The Council wanted an answer and I gave the one the Force was telling me to.” You paused, feeling around Obi-Wan’s signature for a moment. “You are concerned about Anakin’s readiness for the trials.”

“I am,” he sighed. “He just still has a lot to learn. His emotions control him. He is not mindful of his thoughts. He is more focused on victory than anything else in a fight, which causes him to lose.”

You nodded along as he spoke. “All of your concerns are valid, Obi. I honestly wouldn’t have told the Council that Ani was ready if the Force hadn’t told me to do so. But for some reason, he needs to go through the trials right now.”

“I wish that I had your connection with the Force, little star.”

“It is both a blessing and a burden.”

“You still haven’t told me why you were gone for so long.”

You sighed. “I passed my trials and then the Council quickly knighted me afterward.”

“I can’t believe they didn’t let you have a regular knighting ceremony.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t need everyone staring at me like they’re doing now.”

“Did your trials take you that long to complete?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I was faster than they ever thought was possible. Making the Council very proud. After my knighting, they immediately assigned me to go back to Kamino.”

“Kamino? Whatever for?”

“I started the oversight of the training of the clones… for this war we’ve gotten ourselves mixed up in.”

“They sent you?”

You nodded. “Yes. They wanted someone they could trust to go.”

“And they couldn’t trust a Master? Or themselves?”

“I do not know, Obi-Wan. I only did as I was told.”

“Will you be stationed on Kamino during the war?” Obi-Wan was slightly hoping you would say yes, it would be safer for you than the frontlines.

“No.” You could feel the worry building up in Obi-Wan’s signature. “I will be a General on the frontlines.” Obi-Wan looked away. “I will be fine, Obi-Wan. I am able to take care of myself. I’ve done it for a while now.”

“Yes, but this is different, Y/N.” He looked back at you. “This is war.”

“I know that this is war. The Force reminds me with every breath I take. I can feel it all around, slowly building in the air until it will eventually not allow me to breathe anymore. I can promise to take care of myself the best that I can, but can you and Anakin promise the same? I know you both and have heard stories of how chaotic things can get on assignments with the two of you. I know that Jedi are not supposed to feel fear, but I do fear what may happen to the both of you. I don’t know how I would be able to go on without Anakin…” You squeezed his hand that was still holding yours. “Without you…” You nervously met his gaze.

“That is my fear as well, little star. I guess we must promise each other to try our best to prevent the other from fretting.”

“I guess so…”

You two sat there, staring at each other. Your signatures were still tangled with each other, trying to ease each other's fears.

“I should go,” he whispered, keeping eye contact with you. “I have a long day tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you should go,” you responded softly. Obi-Wan made no move to go. “Or… we could sit here and you could help me try to sleep? My mind is still struggling to believe I’m not the Temple freak.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “Alright. I can say a little longer.”

The logical, Jedi part of Obi-Wan was screaming at himself. He was breaking the Code, even if he was just “helping a friend”. He really knew there was more behind it. Obi-Wan didn’t care at the moment, he just wanted to help you. Besides, he would just stay until you were asleep, then he would go to his own room. So, slowly, he reached around you, putting his arm around your shoulders, and pulled you into him. You carefully rested your head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat underneath you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes already drooping.

Obi-Wan kissed your head. “Of course, little star.”

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Reminiscence

Part Five

Part Four

Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Summary: Your escape from Batuu proves to be a challenge, but Obi Wan is prepared to sacrifice anything to ensure your safety.

Warnings: SMUT, fluff, alcohol, protective obi wan!!! canon-typical violence, death

Word Count: 6.8k

A/N: babes we are diving head first into smut here after the flashback. Also I want to note that not every part will be smutty but I cannot resist writing it while they’re holed up in a hotel room together I mean c'mon...AND I got a little carried away with the flashback, oops?

Gif cred: @bladesrunner

"Anakin!" You called out to him across the bustling chaos in the crowded bar.

"I'm coming, don't worry" He teased, glasses that were filled to the rim sloshing back and forth in his hands, threatening to spill on the nearest unlucky patron.

"I thought I'd lost you for a second there" You joked, taking the glass into your grip.

"Hey, it's not my fault you ordered a complicated drink"

"I did not" You laughed.

"Really?"

"You’re dramatic" you teased.

He shook his head playfully, bringing the burning sensation of liquor to his lips. You followed suit, allowing the liquid courage to guide your night into the right direction.

You looked around, remembering those who'd you invited to join you. "Is Ahsoka coming?"

"I'm not sure. I think she might be weirded out to have drinks with me. Rex was supposed to come, too. I haven't seen him yet"

"I assume Obi Wan isn't coming?" Your tone settled in disappointment.

"No, I tried to get him to come, I'm sorry"

"No, that's okay. He just needs to have some fun every now and then" You responded, throwing your hands up.

"Yeah good luck convincing him of that" Anakin rolled his eyes before taking another sip of his drink.

It was also noted by Anakin that you fought hard to conceal your despair and disappointment. You thought maybe he was onto you, and that he'd caught sight of your fleeting glances at Obi Wan and the way you perked up at any mention of him. Anakin's senses were heightened to that of unusual behavior, and since you two had began to spend more time together, you feared what he would sense from you.

"Hey" Anakin started, "Its not that he doesn't want to spend time with you." He tried to console you.

"What? I know. Its just not his thing. I get it" You shrugged your shoulders, trying to brush it off even though you appreciated that he cared.

Anakin did not seem convinced. 79's was as packed tonight as it typically was on a weekend. The bar was usually over-occupied with Clone Troopers, but you caught sight of a few non-troopers in the vicinity, even other Jedi.

"Y/N!" You heard a gentle voice call from behind you. Ahsoka and Rex together. You sighed, thankful for their presence.

"Hey! I'm so glad you both came" You smiled, taking Ahsoka into a quick hug.

"I think we could both use a break from our responsibilities" Ahsoka noted, looking up to Rex, who was wearing casual clothing. This was a shock to you, as you could never picture him wearing anything outside of his armor.

"Y/N" He nodded to you, a smile barely gracing his lips. He looked…good, and you couldn’t help but notice.

“Hey Rex” you smiled, holding his eye contact while sipping your cocktail.

Truly, it was for the best that Obi Wan didn’t come. Tonight was meant to help redirect with your impossible fixation on Master Kenobi. The attachment was becoming unbearable, and no attempt of meditation would shake it. After your conversation with him last week about your endlessly mutual distraction of one another, you’d both had to step back from interacting outside of your training.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t stop the lingering thoughts that remained. Alcohol was to be your distraction tonight, but you were two drinks in, and your eyes were traveling upon someone else.

Rex observed the room before his gaze landed on you. The atmosphere grew louder by the second.

“What is that?” He pointed to your cup.

“Well, if you ask Anakin, it’s a ‘complicated order’” You jabbed your elbow into Anakin, “but, it’s a Bespin Fizz. I just ask them to add grenadine”

“How is that complicated?”

“It’s not, he’s just a pain in the ass” You yelled, leaning back so he’d hear you.

This earned a laugh from the captain, a reaction you’d not seen often from him.

“What are you drinking? I’ll buy” you offered. He waved his hand to deny your offer.

“Nope, I insist” You pushed.

“Just whiskey, please” He requested.

You shot him a pleased look, “Whiskey, huh? Took you more for a beer guy”

“Not really a fan” He nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

It wasn’t clear to you how much time had passed since Ahsoka and Rex arrived, but you’d not spent one second away from Rex since. Your tipsy gaze scanned the room for the other half of your party, and you found Anakin and Ahsoka playing a card game with others in the 501st, and by the looks of the empty glasses on the table, it was likely a drinking game. You chuckled to yourself, seeing how much fun they were having.

You and Rex chilled at the bar, talking about any and everything under the stars.

“Did you want to join them?” You asked. Big groups like that were not your thing. You’d opt to sit it out if Rex decided to go join Anakin and Ahsoka.

“No, I’d rather just sit here with you” Rex spoke slowly, bringing his glass to his mouth but never breaking eye contact with you.

“Okay” You smiled. Rex was attractive and that was something you’d never deny. Your desperation for attention tonight as well as the liquid courage that coursed through your blood was breaking the barrier of what you thought to be acceptable. It seemed the same was happening for Rex.

Suddenly, a familiar tune began blaring through the overhead speakers. You perked up, making sure you heard it right. It was your favorite song.

“Oh my gods. I love this song!” You squealed with excitement.

“Yeah?”

“Yes!! I haven’t heard it in so long”

“Would you…maybe want to dance?” Rex hesitated, his fear peaking through his words.

“I would love to” You smirked to him as he held out his hand to help you off the bar stool.

“Thank you”

“Anything for you, Commander” He whispered. You got chills as he used your title in such a tone.

Effortlessly, you maneuvered through the crowd, your hand becoming sweaty in the grasp of his palm, but you didn’t care. A small opening on the outside of the dance floor opened up, and you took the opportunity.

You turned to Rex, placing your hands on his shoulders, and began to sway your hips to the beat. He did what any man would do in this situation, and swayed with you, mimicking your rhythm in a more masculine way.

As the song progressed, your hips shifted closer and closer to him. Rex seemed pleased with how close you were to him now, your bodies pressed against each other. You had almost forgotten about Obi Wan. Almost. The way you danced, you felt your thoughts about him disappear, but as your drunken movements grew heavier, you could only wish that it was his body against yours instead.

You turned around, placing your back to his chest. He knew this was wrong. You knew it too. But right now, it felt so right. Rex’s hands trailed up the front of you, starting at your hips before finding a resting spot at your waist. He grabbed you like he wanted you, and you moved your hips against his crotch like you wished he’d take you home.

Lost in the beat of the song and the swaying of your bodies, you didn’t register the arm ripping you off of him. You looked in the direction of the person who disrupted you, and your heart dropped into your belly.

Obi Wan.

“Rex”

“General Kenobi” Rex responded and looked as though he’d seen a ghost.

“Both of you, outside with me now” He shouted over the blasting music and club chaos.

You exchanged a look of remorse with Rex and shrugged your shoulders in pure confusion. Walking what felt like a walk of shame, you followed him outside.

The outdoor air refreshed you instantly, replacing the congested feeling of the atmosphere inside the bar. It was the only feeling of relief you had in that moment.

“Wait here” Obi Wan instructed at the door of the bar, leaving you under the awning. He lead Rex further away, but you could still make out the conversation.

“What were you thinking, Rex?!” He asked, frustrated beyond words.

“Sir, I am sorry”

“She’s a Padawan. And more importantly, my Padawan. This is completely inappropriate”

“I know. I-” Rex stumbled over his words, “it won’t happen again”

“I’ve got good reason to report this to Anakin”

You tensed. Anakin was in the bar, but from where you were dancing, there’s no way he could’ve seen the two of you. He would not be happy about this.

Obi Wan dismissed Rex, and you watched as he shamefully walked away, shooting you a look of ‘I’m sorry’ before he rounded the corner. You wanted to shout to him that this wasn’t your fault but there was no need to rile up Obi Wan any further right now. Obi Wan remained standing down the sidewalk, turning now to you. Before he could call you over, you stormed toward him.

“Obi Wan what was that!?” You scoffed. You’d never, ever, lost your temper with him, and so rarely did you ever address him as anything besides Master.

“What were you doing with Rex?” He interrogated. Looking down at you standing so close to him, his appeared to be disappointed.

“What did it look like? We were just dancing!” You grew annoyed. Was he serious right now?

“What it looked like…” Obi Wan began, stepping closer to you and lowering his voice “it looked like Rex was about 30 seconds away from taking you to bed”

What a polite way to say he was going to fuck you.

“So, what?” You spat. You knew exactly what. It wasn’t strictly forbidden to have relations with a clone, but it would be greatly frowned upon.

“You are not to do this again, Y/N” He scolded.

“You’re not my father” You said firmly, astonished with yourself for letting that phrase fly freely.

“No, I'm certainly not! Because I would’ve never raised a daughter to behave that way!” He yelled now, causing you to flinch. You were taken aback for a moment, hurt by his outburst and harsh words.

“Just say that you’re jealous. Admit it, Master Kenobi” You mocked, angry at him for yelling. You wouldn’t dream of saying this sober.

“You’re drunk and this conversation ends now.” He dismissed your accusation, beginning to walk away from you.

“So you’re not jealous? You just came to find me in a bar to take my fun away?” You shouted after him.

“No, I-” Obi Wan stopped himself to think carefully through his next words, he thought for a moment…trying to collect his thoughts. Eventually, he walked back over to you, “I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret” his voice grew soft.

“I can take care of myself, Obi Wan”

“I don’t doubt that, Y/N, I just…I worry about your safety when I’m not around”

“Rex would never hurt me” You voiced the obvious.

“I know” He hung his head.

“So what is wrong with you?”

“We can’t talk about it anymore. You know that” He whispered while finding it hard to even look at you now.

That said everything you needed to know. A sorrowful feeling overcame you. It’s not as though you were trying to make him jealous because, to your knowledge, he wasn’t even there. It would be a lie, though, if you said it didn’t give you a certain satisfaction to know that he was, in fact, jealous. He could deny it all he wanted, but you knew how he felt.

You were drunk, but not drunk enough to forget every sensual feeling, every gentle word, every fleeting moment of tension and every time you came close to cutting through that tension with a knife.

“I’m sorry for ruining your fun” he began, “but seeing you dancing like that with him…” Obi Wan trailed off, clenching his jaw to conceal his anguish. He needn’t say another word for you to understand. It was jealousy. But his pride refused to let him admit it.

The only sounds you heard was the distortion of the music within the club, distant traffic roaring above you, and your own thoughts spiraling at a million miles an hour. You didn’t know what to say. Finally, Obi Wan looked back to you, and he didn’t dare look away from your regretful expression.

“Will you at least walk me back home please?” You asked softly, knowing he had to go back to the Temple anyways.

Obi Wan nodded. He was stunned that you wanted anything to do with him in that moment.

It was a quiet walk home, but Obi Wan rested peacefully that night knowing you were home safe and more importantly…alone. He felt a foreign sense of selfishness, but he could help what came to his mind next.

If he couldn’t have you, no one else should.

This wasn’t how you pictured your morning at all. Typically, you’d start with a cup of caf and a few minutes of meditation. Sometimes you’d even write in a journal to work through your thoughts. At most, a stroll through nature was a good way to get your day started.

Obi Wan’s face buried in your cunt while his tongue worked fervently upon your clit was not what you had expected, but here you were, fading in and out of absolute paradise, your climax threatening to spill over any second. Coarse, rough patches of his beard rubbed deliciously raw against the inside of your thighs.

No other man has never done this to you and Gods, you couldn’t believe what you’d been missing. It only took one casual mention that you’d never experienced a man’s tongue as the crux of your legs for him to take it as a challenge. Then again, he’d do just about anything to hear you cry those pretty little noises you make.

“Fuck” You whimpered as you rolled your hips against his mouth.

“Please, can I come now, Obi Wan?” You pleaded breathlessly. He’d been edging you for so long, ripping away your pleasure every time he sensed that you were close.

The force certainly worked in weird ways. You never anticipated that it could bond you two sexually, but it was something you’d not felt before with any other partner, and Obi Wan was the first force sensitive being you’d been intimate with. Although you’d both shut yourselves off from using the force, no amount of mental strength could blind you of your heightened senses.

Obi Wan looked up at you, his mouth still working to devour your aching bundle of nerves. His hunger for you was never ending and he sensed that you were close. Finally, he gives in, not pulling away when that wave started to crash.

“Oh my gods” You whined when your orgasm broke open so suddenly. It burst from the sensitivity of your clit and radiated out through your blood, sparks igniting across your skin. The intensity of your pleasure knocked the breath from your lungs, causing a choked cry of his name to float across your lips. Your back arched, but Obi Wan brought an arm up to hold you down as he persisted.

Pulling away, Obi Wan held an expression of desperation, wanting…no, needing to fuck you right then.

“My darling”, He spoke as he wiped his down his beard, collecting your arousal that soaked his chin, “I will never get tired of how beautiful you sound when you come”

“Then do it again” You insisted.

“Sweetheart, I’d love nothing more than to sink my cock in between your beautiful legs right now” He began, and and pained look flashed in his gaze. He absorbed the sight of your bare body beneath him, his grasp digging into your hips. “But, we really should go. The transport ship leaves soon”

His restraint was admirable, because with the way his jaw clenched and fingernails dug into your skin, he was one eyelash fluttering away from giving in.

“I think we can make it quick” You leaned up, whispering against his ear. He smirked devilishly, knowing you’d sway him into a couple more minutes of this.

“How could I last long with you, anyhow?” He concurred, leaning down to place his swollen lips upon yours, allowing you a taste of yourself on him.

“Lay on your side” He instructed, and you did as he asked. Swiftly, he spooned himself behind you, pulling his erection from his pants and quickly pressing it against your throbbing slit, waiting to push inside.

With his chest pressed firmly into your back, he brought his hand around to find your clit, and began to gently rub it, careful of how sensitive you were after your first climax.

Without another second of hesitation, he curled his hips up and into you, his cock sliding between your thighs in the process. He groaned so deeply, his lips gracing your ear, allowing you to hear the extent of pleasure that you provided for him. Obi Wan held himself there for a moment, taking in the warmth and wetness of you.

Your clit pulsed against his fingertips as they circled it gently. His hips remained still, but the sensation of being completely filled and stimulated like this at the same time was foreign but exhilarating.

Finally, he began thrusting. His fingers rubbed you in the rhythm with his hips. You threw your head back against his chest as he fucked you. You’d never get tired of that feeling. That sudden feeling of having him sunken into your cunt.

Recently you’ve been thinking back to all those times that just his hand brushing against yours made your knees go weak, and now he’s pounding into you for the 4th time in 48 hours. You used to touch yourself to fantasies exactly like this, which is why you assume that the tingling feeling of tension and unfamiliarity had not yet passed.

Usually it was gone after the first time you slept with someone, but with Obi Wan? Those butterflies weren’t just fluttering in your stomach...they were having a party, feeling like every time was the first. Your nerves were not likely to ever settle around him, and truly, you didn’t want them to.

He felt the way you responded to how he fucked you, and smiled to himself as he watched you looking down to his hand, “Do you like that, my love?”

“Mhmm” You moaned, feeling him pick up his pace while his breathing grew faster. He was the most attentive lover you’d ever had. He cared so deeply for your own pleasure, which really is a bare minimum but the galaxy is full of awful men, and you’d had your fair share.

That tightened coil in your lower belly was bound to unwind any moment and he could sense your approach already.

“Y/N” He whimpered, you turned to him, attacking his supple lips.

“Fuck, Obi Wan you’re going to make me come again”

“Let go for me” He commanded.

Your walls clenching around his length as your orgasm flooded you triggered his own climax at the same time. His cum spilled into you while you rode your euphoric high. He squeezed himself close to you, both of you overwhelmed with reaching your peaks simultaneously.

Obi Wan’s chest rose and fell against your back as you both floated down. He carefully pulled out of you before placing a delicate kiss on your shoulder, running his hands down the sides of your arms.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” He muttered.

You nodded, wishing so bad you could let your eyelids flutter closed to fall into a deep slumber.

It was bittersweet, you thought, taking one look back at the room where the two of you unraveled ten years of tension into a beautiful expression of your desire for one another. The sheets upon the bed were a mess of fabric, only a further reminder of how wonderful the last 2 days had been. You smiled to yourself as you shut the door one final time.

Something was off. You couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was, but your senses felt…alerted. You opted to not bring it up to Obi Wan as you both strolled down the hallway to the elevators because it was probably nothing.

“We have to let Satja know that we are leaving” He noted as the elevator doors swooshed open, "Since we are here unofficially, its only polite to let him know we've departed", He smiled down to you.

The sight that struck you when the lobby came into view led you to believe that you wouldn’t be able to speak to Satja at all.

The once eccentric, loud, never-ending, party-going patrons lay lifeless on the floor in front of you. They were slain in the very spot they finished their last drinks, caught by surprise it seems, by the stormtroopers lining the walls.

But that wasn’t all, no. Not just stormtroopers. Someone worse…an inquisitor.

That’s when your eyes snapped from the death pooling in the lobby to that of Satja’s flailing body floating in the air.

No, not him, you thought.

To less of a surprise, the commanding trooper you'd bumped into yesterday hovered behind the most terrifying inquisitor you'd ever laid eyes on. The commander must've spent too many hours contemplating your interaction, or perhaps you were the victim of bad luck, either way, panic settled into you.

A sinking feeling pressed against your chest when you recognized the lifeless form behind the desk...Nesa, the sweet receptionist from before. She couldn't have been more than 19 years old, her life now ripped away from her before it even truly started. That made you fold within yourself, but you couldn't be defeated by your emotions now.

So much death, you sensed. It flooded you, overpowering your restraint, like the force insisted to be felt, and damn your efforts to cut yourself off.

“Obi Wan” Your whisper hitched in your throat as you froze.

“Behind the wall” He whispered back, swiftly moving behind the wall that barely shielded you from the open lobby.

“We know you’re hiding Jedi here…and you’re going to tell us where” The inquisitor spoke.

You barely caught a glimpse of the inquisitor. He was tall and slender, and appeared to be from Dathomir, an assumption you made based on the tales you’d heard of that place. His golden, almost yellow skin and horns gave him a menacing look.

“Never” Satja choked on his breathing as he insisted on defiance. Obi Wan’s eyebrows pressed together in anguish. He wanted to stop this, but was not foolish enough to put himself in that danger.

"What do we do?" You whispered, your voice trembling.

"There's got to be another way out of here. They'll start searching the rooms soon. All it will take is one probe droid to scan our faces and we are dead" He reminded you. As a former Padawan, you were low on the radar for the Empire, but...Obi Wan? He was their primary target, along with others on the Council whose status was unknown. You often wondered what happened to all of them.

As you searched his expression for comfort, you found none. You were both terrified, and watched each other like it might be the last sight you'll see.

"Tell us now, or I will burn this place to the ground" The inquisitor threatened, letting a scowling chuckle fall from his lips. This was a game to him.

"Let it burn, then" Satja coughed, his breath failing him. You were amazed at his restraint to refuse them information, but your heart broke. You thought to yourself then that you probably would've never been a very good Jedi Knight, as you found it impossible not to connect with those around you, even those you had such minimal encounters with.

The inquisitor laughed, struck with awe of Satja's commitment to his business and his pride. You could not help but flinch when the distant sounds of struggle suddenly ceased, followed by the sound of a body colliding with the floor. He was gone.

"Search the rooms"

"Sir?" The commanding trooper asked in confusion. There were hundreds of rooms in this Inn.

"Every. Single. One." The inquisitor snapped back.

You softly gasped as the stomping of uniformed feet marched nearer to the corner behind which you hid from them.

"Go, go!" Obi Wan shouted in a whisper.

Your heart had not leapt from your chest, no, it had simply left you completely. Everything moved as a delusional blur of endless hallways, blindly following Obi Wan's directions.

Modulated voices and the stomping of boots filled the space of the corridors, but they had failed to find you two before you made it around the corner.

After what felt like hours of shuffling through the maze that these hallways became, Obi Wan led you to what you assumed to be a service elevator.

It opened with ease, and you two shuffled into the space without haste.You allowed yourself the release of a deep breath as the doors sealed shut.

"Are you alright?" He turned to you.

"Where are we going to go?" You asked, dismissing his question.

"There should be an exit through the back once we get down to the basement. We'll....we'll take that exit and hope that we don't run into any one else between here and the port" He reported, not sounding too sure of himself but knowing, just as well as you did, that this was the only plan...and it was one you did not prepare for.

You nodded, swallowing your fear simultaneously.

The palms of his hands found their way to your flushed cheeks.

"I won't let anything happen to you" He promised you softly. You believed him. You always believed his promise for protection. He'd protected you at moments you wished not to be protected, "Stay close to me, that is all I ask" He sighed, so fearful of ever failing you as he feels he did with everyone else in his life before the Empire.

"What if they take us?" You trembled, your breath shaking through your words.

"We don't say a word" He stated firmly. His tone did not imply that your capture was impossible, which did not ease your anxieties.

The doors of the service elevator slid open. You both stopped to see or hear any potential danger, but were only met with the roaring of the generator stored down in the basement.

You sought out the waves of the force, pleading for it to guide your way now. In your frustration and panic as you moved through the desolate basement, you felt nothing. Why had it come back to you before, but failed you when you needed it?

The door leading to the stairwell to take you outdoors revealed itself as you both rounded the corner. You sighed deep into relief, but kept yourself alert as you reminded yourself that even once you escaped to the outside, you still had at least a mile's walk ahead of you. A mile that may or may not be littered with stormtroopers.

"I love you" You assured him, holding his gaze as you stood together at the exit, both contemplating what you may face on the other side of it.

"I love you, too" He answered you with a kiss upon your unexpecting lips.

Blinded by the sudden aggression of the outside sun, you held your hand up to instinctively block the rays. Obi Wan followed suit, trying to maximize your senses elsewhere and not allow the daylight to hinder your ability upon escape.

It was unfortunate, this stab in the dark you took together, because you had no idea what the possibility was of being captured. You two had no idea what awaited you once the basement exit door shut tight behind you.

You crouched together as you remained still, careful not to make any sudden movements.

The coast was overwhelmingly and suspiciously clear. They must've focused their energy inside the walls of the hotel, careful to check every room, no matter who they disturbed in the process.

"I think it's clear" You muttered carefully.

"Lets go, then"

Ensuring that the hoods of your cloaks were both up to shield yourself from being recognizable, you moved into plain sight, trying to integrate casually onto the sidewalk. The forest path that led away from the hotel was eerily quiet, which shot chills down your body.

Obi Wan followed behind you, careful to watch you from all sides from this angle. Your protection was now his utmost priority and to consider failing you at ensuring you remained alive was something he knew would destroy him.

No amount of precaution or hesitant connection to the force could've prepared you for the sudden flash of a burning red blade striking in your line of sight, only a mere inches away from your flesh. You gasped, stumbling backwards in the process.

"Little Jedi", The menacing, growling voice chilled the innermost core of your bones. You trembled in your frozen position. Swallowing hard, you remembered what Obi Wan said about keeping quiet, and wondered suddenly, where did he go?

Your impending doom settled into your conscience, and you gave it all your power not to panic at the thought. The golden skinned horned figure waltzed into your sight from the shadows below the awning. You studied his sleek black uniform, careful to observe all your surroundings in this encounter.

The inquisitor studied your frantic expression and smirked in response.

"Are you looking for Master Kenobi?" He asked, using a mockery of tones.

Your persistent silence was a challenge, but you refused to give into his questions.

Where was he? He was just behind you. Was he captured? Had he abandoned you?

No, you thought, he couldn't have.

"Oh" The inquisitor reveled in his realization, "You are his Padawan...aren't you?"

The hateful gaze you held faltered none in his attempt to mock or question you. As your stillness kept you safe from the fiery red saber blade he had resting just below your chin now, he held it in place, pacing slowly in front of you.

"Tell me where he's gone and I'll spare your life, little Jedi”

Even if you wished to save yourself over Obi Wan, you couldn't help the inquisitor. To your knowledge, he should've been right behind you, but he wasn't.

As your internal panic grew more imminent, every pleasant moment of your short life flashed behind the glaze of your eyes while you considered how you'd spend you final moments. Despite the years you'd spent with your family, and friends you'd made throughout your life, every single neuron in your brain landed on a thought of Obi Wan.

In what you assumed to be the last chance to process coherent thoughts, a multitude of precious moments, unbearable tension, intimate eye contact, his protective behavior, and more recently, the rough calloused hands that roamed your body like a familiar map of the galaxy, soared through your mind. If that was the last thing that flashed your memory, you were ready to accept your fate. There was no time to be angry that he was not behind you, not there to protect you.

And more importantly, there was no time to put up a fight. Your eyes trickled shut as you prepared yourself to take your final breath.

The buzzing of his weapon rang rampant into your eardrums which became all you could focus on.

As if by a miracle of the Gods, a familiar ignition, prompting a lost memory, graced your ears.

A small gasp escaped you as your eyes flew open.

Beyond the glow of the red saber that threatened to take your life, an angelic blue glow shined bright behind the inquisitor.

Obi Wan.

He and the force may have had a rocky relationship, but you were unsurprised that he’d never put his blade away, even after all this time.

"If you even continue another morsel of a thought of harming her, I swear to you, I'll make your death more dishonorable than you can imagine”

The relief you felt was only then suddenly replaced with pure fear. So many years had passed since he’d engaged in lightsaber combat.

“Obi Wan Kenobi” The inquisitor flashed a maniacal grin to you, still keeping his violent attention directed at you, “I knew we’d find you”

“Yes, you’ve found me, haven’t you?” Obi Wan mocked, “So let her go”

Obi Wan stepped around the back of the Inquisitor, now standing next to him, his crystal blue blade pointed directly at the menace. The inquisitor's saber remained pointed to you.

“Take one step closer and you’ll be taking her headless corpse with you”

Obi Wan knew he wasn’t bluffing.

“Step away from her. It’s not her you want, right? It’s me. Take me, leave her be” Obi Wan pleaded. He couldn’t fail you now. This may end with you left unprotected, but he knew you could take care of yourself if he was to be captured. Even the mere thought of being separated from you now was torment, but this is the hand you’ve been dealt.

“Why should I?” The inquisitor tilted his head, “I could just take the both of you. Lord Vader would be most pleased. He’s been very interested in finding you”

Time halted as the air was sucked from Obi Wan’s chest.

Vader.

That was not a name he could wipe clean from his memory no matter how hard he tried. The replaying of the holoscan he’d watched with Master Yoda all those years ago…Sidious gave him that name. But it couldn’t be…

“Oh, you didn’t know?” He began, taking great joy in Obi Wan’s silence, “Anakin is alive, Obi Wan”

You sensed his pure anguish crushing his soul in that very moment. He’d told you of Anakin’s downfall, but you’d both believed that he’d died on Mustafar.

“No,” Obi Wan’s voice trembled.

“Yes, you know it is true” The inquisitor confirmed.

You knew of the pain that Anakin’s perceived death had caused Obi Wan. It had pained you, too, when you discovered what you both thought was the truth only a little while ago. You weren’t close to Anakin, you never had the opportunity to be. But you’d grown fond of his company toward the end. He was a kind and noble Jedi…to know of his turn to the dark side was nearly unbelievable.

With Obi Wan’s loss of focus from this new revelation and a saber held beneath your throat, you didn’t know how you were going to get out of there alive. Every window of opportunity was closing slowly, as stormtroopers were likely on their way to the inquisitor's location now.

A shifting noise above you drew your attention suddenly. The Inquisitor heard it, too, but didn’t dare look away from you and Obi Wan. He was about to capture Lord Vader’s most sought after criminals, and he wouldn’t let a small sound upon the awning steal that chance from him.

It’s unfortunate for him, though, he would’ve been wise to check for approaching enemies, because if he had sensed that the distracting sound was a threat, what happened next wouldn’t have been such a shock to him.

A figure leapt from the shadows above, a flash of electrified blue igniting mid-air. Time crawled to a halt as the figure came into your view. His head contrasted the shade of his lightsaber, fiery red hair revealed as the light of day captured his essence.

The inquisitor suddenly redirected his attention, moving to swing his weapon at the man, but fell short on account of unpreparedness. The man landed with a fierce stance, his blade colliding with the Inquisitor’s.

You moved quickly, running in a crouch, finding Obi Wan. You looked back, seeing the two unfamiliar faces both engaged in heavy combat, each contender an equal match for the other.

“Stay behind me, dear” He instructed, motioning for you to move behind him while he remained in a defensive stance with his weapon.

Four storm troopers rounded the corner. You felt defenseless, having not a single item on your being to combat them, not even the force. It was at that moment you cursed yourself for not still being able to utilize that valuable element.

You stayed close behind Obi Wan as he swung his saber to dodge their blasts, effectively reversing the direction of the last shot. The four troopers fell dead in their spots, and Obi Wan searched the perimeter for more.

You turned to see a struggling inquisitor as the Jedi used an unique fighting style, one that he was seemingly inexperienced in defeating. The collision of the blue and red flashed brightly in your eyes. The Jedi struck one final blow, knocking the inquisitor onto his back. The Jedi towered over him.

“Long live the Empi-” The inquisitor's words were cut drastically short when the Jedi plunged his blade through his chest, ripping the breath from his lungs.

“Who is that?” You asked, certain that no one except Obi Wan could hear you.

“I don’t know but I’m certainly happy he got here when he did” He mumbled back to you.

He was a human, not much younger than yourself, and based on his age you were woefully impressed with his skill level.

“I’ve got a ship that’ll get us out of here, but we have to go now” The Jedi began, finally allowing you all to get a good luck at one another.

“How did you find us?” You pondered, weary of trusting him.

“Jedi distress beacon” The Jedi said, promptly leading the way down the forest path, as there was no time for formalities when a whole army of troopers could catch up to you at any second, "We were passing through the system when it rang. It's been so long since It went off, I almost thought your call was a malfunction"

“Not that we aren’t grateful, but we didn’t send one” You noted, following quickly behind him.

“Satja” Obi wan cut in, stopping dead in his tracks, speaking with sorrow and grief.

“What?”

“Satja had a distress beacon”, He began.

"But, why would he have one? Weren't those made only for Jedi?"

“I gave it to him after I…well” He paused again, “that’s a longer story. But I don't think he was using it for himself. He knew when the Empire marched through the doors of his business that he was dead. He used the beacon because he knew we were still there" Obi Wan realized.

“He saved our life” You whispered to yourself.

“Yes, indeed he did” Obi Wan muttered, “I only wish we could’ve saved his”

"I am sorry about your friend, but we need to hurry. C'mon" The Jedi insisted, encouraging you two to pick up the pace.

As all three of you traveled down the path to the port, you were faced with only a few more troopers, nothing that you all couldn't manage with ease.

There was no time to consider if he was trustworthy. His lightsaber and force wielding abilities were the only evidence of reliability either of you needed right now.

The ship he led you to was a S-161, a luxury line of starships, but it was clear that it had seen its better days. You turned behind you, noticing that a swarm of stormtroopers were running toward the port.

"Hurry!" A woman called from the extended ramp. The ship was already lifting from the ground, the pilot seemingly try to get a head start. The Jedi jumped, using the force to float himself gently onto the ramp. You and Obi Wan were suddenly pulled by the force, both the red-headed man and the woman on the ship outstretching their arms to assist your boarding.

As you fell to the chilled floor, the ramp closed just in time as the troopers began shooting their blasters at the ship. The thumping of your heart inside your chest blared in your ears. The three of you breathed heavily, settling in quickly to the feeling of fleeting safety.

"Is everyone okay?" The woman asked, looking to you and Obi Wan for confirmation.

You both nodded.

"This is Greez" The Jedi gestured to the cockpit where an unamused male Latero sat, "and Cere" He pointed to the woman who helped you aboard, "Welcome to the Mantis"

"Nice to meet you both. I'm Y/N and this is Obi Wa-"

"Obi Wan Kenobi. What an honor to finally meet you" Cere nodded.

"Oh, and I'm Cal. Cal Kestis. It's nice to meet you both"

Your body jolted forward as the Mantis launched into hyperspace.

CAL KESTIS HAS ENTERED THE BUILDING BABES!!! If we don’t get this in the show, at least I was able to write it for y’all :)

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You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you

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The Last Echoes | Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader

Part 2 of ? « previous part

warnings: none, obi-wan's pov, angst with bits of comfort, not y/n, slight mentions of villian!reader, mentions of order 66 and death a.k.a. reader. this takes place in the series and flashbacks during tcw. possible grammar mistakes (english is not my first language). w/c: 3.4k.

Summary: After Obi-Wan Kenobi successfully rescues Leia, he starts to question himself how could his hedonistic beloved possibly end up the way she did, the way he last saw her. Seeking for answers, he reaches for Bail Organa to find out why he —like all the people he loved before— couldn't save her.

"It's easy for you, isn't it?", Obi Wan didn't understand her question. "Play the good guy, doing your part", she explained herself.

It is known that every love tale starts with promises of everlasting affection, to the drowning sensation of being consumed by the image of your loved one. Theirs didn't start nor end like that.

"Maybe we're more similar than you'd like to hear" he twirled his blue lightsaber, his pose relaxing as their fight had stopped again, he never turned his weapon off, neither did she, they just let them rest for a minute.

Their love was unusual, as Obi- Wan recognized that he loved everything he hated about her, and she hated everything he believed in, yet never could hate him. The contradiction installed in themselves not to be blamed as in the eyes of the other they would never be judged.

"Oh, don’t act like you really know me," she chuckled mockingly, "and don't agree with me, fight with me".

She elevated her lightsaber again, striking him fast enough to not harm him, slow enough for him to see it coming. They kept attacking simultaneously, illuminating the little room they were fighting in, gracing each other like children playing tag your it.

She turned it off once they reached a darker part of the compound, becoming invisible to him as she tried to blind her Force signature from him, creeping in the shadows like a bounty hunter, she came out kicked him on his stomach, he turned off his lightsaber too as quickly as a blink, he didn't wish to hurt her.

But that thinking was offending her at that moment.

If Obi-Wan wanted a physical fight, she would give him a war. And she did, she did give him an endless war on his mind that he could never win.

He focused on feeling her, reaching her through the Force, a wrapping sensation fed him up with curiosity, a taste of storm, the smell of petrichor and the color gray, plain defenseless color, the color of cold, of smoke and pain.

She was about to punch him in the face with the back of her arm — an aggressive kiss on his cheek. He stopped it abruptly, being able to turn her into his body, his chest pressed with her back, caging her in an unwanted embrace, a long awaited unrequited display of affection.

"Hurt me back!", she demanded, with all her love and her pain and her rage, "Don't you love to be enemies with me?", she asked rather spitefully, trembling even, as her eyes watered a little.

Obi-Wan could feel it in her Force signature, all of her sadness, and pride, and brokenness and love, confused and disturbed, but still it was love. And as her nails clawed into his arms like a wounded animal, she didn't want to leave his pull on her.

He didn't have to say anything, not even when they were both ignoring the war outside to slip and cuddle on the floor for a minute or two, they were there, holding the other in their arms bruised and unable to heal on their own, feeling each other melt and combine through the Force, so close yet so far.

Obi-Wan had hope in her, he had hope for everyone in fact, but with her was different.

Because hope was an infectious disease that threatened him when he saw her golden eyes, like if her Force signature elevated her in that aura, he let himself be wrapped in it for seconds every encounter, just to sunbathe in her. To know what it felt like to be part of the foreign. When he wasn't paying attention, she could feel him too, mingled with his softer side, as if it cleared her mind. There was no violence, no sharpness, no resistance. Only him.

Obi-Wan didn't want to be her enemy, but he knew they could never be friends, they were the third secret thing, the thing in between loving and hating. Whatever it was, he didn't want to let go.

But he had to open his eyes, to welcome reality and wake up to another setting totally different to the one he was engaging with inside his mind. He had become an old man in a chair, delusional with his own past, trying to decode it like a cryptic message. Instead she guarded him hidden in the shadows, and he daydreamed about her in the passenger's seat.

Another mission accomplished. Another time to feel like the hero.

If he succeeded, why didn't he feel completely relieved? Holding Leia's hand he could reminisce a glimpse of his past, the numerous times he held little Anakin's with caution when he missed his mom in the coldness of the immense space, the almost identical gentle grip to not shatter her dreams the very way he shattered her past already. Because guilt wasn't completely washed away, their encounter was not even near to be over, it would linger within his soul till the twins became of age and learned the truth of their origins.

The same way her memoir would burn his soul for the next few years of his existence. His sweet viper, his hedonistic beloved, his tiny little hope.

Egotistically, she was the only thought his mind could fully develop without the shadow of Anakin's demise and the possession of Darth Vader. She was now entirely his problem, his last nightmare.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was the last register of your existence.

In their brief fight, Darth Vader had revealed to him how she had disappeared once more, allegedly by Kenobi's hand. The Sith Lord couldn't be more wrong, as Obi-Wan could barely see her corpse for less than five minutes. There was no way she had just stood up and left the fortress, she was very much dead, they both saw how she was not with him.

But that didn't matter in a fight like that, nor the next one. All that mattered was that little Leia was safe and at home again, the same way Luke would be protected from the ghosts that followed him, Obi-Wan knew now he wouldn't need him for the next few years.

Oh how much he missed to be needed. How he missed to feel their bond, to call her through his commlink in those misty lonely nights.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Pacing restless at his quarters, he felt the call of his own fears take in his spirit, he had fought as he believed was right. The burning bruises lingered in his arms and back, nothing comparable to the touch of the blaster's shot she received to protect him.

And he had noticed how it started to become more frequent, she didn't attack him when he fell to the floor merciless anymore, she waited for him to catch his breath and even handed him his lightsaber when she made it fall, it happened multiple times which stopped being isolated moments. Simple coincidences became premeditated displays of mutual admiration.

Aren't you supposed to kill the enemy?

Then why take care of him?

Why did he want to comfort her?

Whatever bruises and scratches he had, was little to the scar she would wear.

"Hello?... Hello?" she had answered believing it was a mistake, perhaps bad coverage from the sleazy place she found on a remote planet.

His blurry face came more into view, a clear shape of a man he had seen for a while, gentle blue eyes that haunted her like a ghost, a ghost of a promised hope that shall never come.

In the pit of intrigues and destroyed battleships, lied the face of a man that she yearned to know, whose only known facts revolved into thoughts of war, after the wars begun there was no time for anything else, and with her misleading to the acclaimed wrong side it was certain they weren't going to become the best of friends. In fact, it was forbidden to seek contact between each other, even could be considered an act of high treason to the ideals of the Republic.

Yet they were there, he was there more likely, pretending he didn't fancy her, as he would unknowingly pretend for the rest of his life that he didn't attain feelings beyond platonic for another being ever in his heart. But how to admit out loud to her what he could not even make up to himself?

It was not in his plans to do it, but after seeing her injured, he knew he had to at least find a way to reach out to her as well as he knew how wrong it was, and there he was anyway, furrowing his brow when heard her muffled groan.

"Does it hurt?" he asked worriedly watching the hologram's movements, she was dense in the brim, a shadow whose light was only seen in the darkest of nights — his deadly firefly.

What did it hurt? The distance? The code? The war? The duty? The different ideologies? The unrequited feelings? The sense of betrayal?

"I'll live, Kenobi," she said reassuringly, attending to her wound.

Minutes of silence went by, none of them knowing what to say. What could possibly unite them that could make their bond bloom? What could be strong enough to not break them? He had never felt such a connection with anyone, he was frightened and elevated, not even with his fellow Force sensitive.

Obi-Wan criticized Satine at her time, of her idealistic thinking and her ideal way of seeing politics. She saw peace where he saw war, she saw solutions in the middle of all of his conflicts. And now it seemed that the tables had turned. Because Obi-Wan chose to see the good in a Sith like in everything else.

Would she laugh at him if she was there? Would she make jokes on him and judge him? Remind him of how impossible it is to love him? But oh! How much he wanted to care for someone at the end of the battle.

Part of being a Jedi was to acknowledge nothing was entirely black and white, like good and evil. Someone who wants to kill you won't let you escape from his grasp. The hint was there, out in the wild to interpret for the both of them. Obi-Wan did know it wasn't the first time it happened, but didn't know when it would be the last, and as much as a relief could mean to another couple of opponents, to him the thought was too much to handle.

"You're thinking too loud," she falsely complained to tease him.

"Pardon me?", he asked, maybe too serious, too trailed away from his initial thoughts, as if she was capable of reading him the same way he had tried to read her.

"I was joking. You stayed very still with your hand on your beard like this," she imitated his pose through the device to show him the exact position he was in, which immediately made him cease from it.

"I don't look like that".

This mildly outrageous comment made her laugh, not a mischievous laughing like she used to, a pleasant sincere one, that in response made him smirk.

"But you do look like this", no one would have believed Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi could make weird gestures to a hologram, but there he was, forgetting the point of his call in the warmth of her laughter.

"That's mean even for a Jedi", her giggles were the cure for his uneasiness, a strange mix of security and danger. "How did you intercept this signal?".

Her voice pitched lower, to mask the frightening sensation that erased her hopes of hearing him admit the unspeakable, the same feelings that have been burning her heart for so many eons ago. She knew very well Jedi couldn't acquire feelings like those, as sentients as they were, they were dangerous for the mere reason of blurring the lines between love and attachment, there was no known Jedi who could love selflessly.

And yet, her darkest desire was feeling herself hanging on the lips of his secret love, General Kenobi.

Now it was Kenobi's turn to lie or speak his truth, uneasy by her sudden hostility, her way to seek for security, perhaps he would do the same in her situation.

"I— " he wavered a little. What was he supposed to say? 'I was looking for you', 'I was worried about you', 'I don't want you to get hurt', it wasn't appropriate. "Wanted to make sure you— ".

He was never at a loss of words, he always knew what to say even when he drifted his mind away from conversations, though his mind decided to stop being assertive while speaking to her.

"Make sure I?".

"Weren't dead", worry was the very first feeling which turned into fear. A sensation he didn't want to let dominate him, that he couldn't let pass.

But he couldn't help himself, didn't he? And a little corruption occurred, the first of his life, the last of his night.

It was just so alluring, the way she had him trapped into contradiction, finding affection inside aggression. When did it start that he didn't realize? That he made things for her too and made the isolated a currency, — that he was slowly bending the rules for her.

He couldn't neglect he had failed his stances to not hurt her, or that he hadn't purposefully used the Force to put things out of her way before getting herself into a fatal accident, that he —an experimented general—avoided capturing her every chance he got. An innocent mistake at first that led to a series of unconscious love games.

"How thoughtful of you", the sarcasm of her expression couldn't mask the sweet tone in which she spoke. "Why do you care?", her inquiry was actually concerned, she didn't want to escape again after finding a safe remote place with the few last credits she had only because a Jedi decided he was a good prize to show his little Council.

He seemed to think about it a little longer than expected, waiting carefully to respond to her. The right thing would be to hang up and rethink what he was doing, threaten her even if he was that daunting to make room for speculations of disgust upon her. He didn't want that. Thus he smiled, sincerely, the very same way she smiled to the poor children living on the inferior levels of Coruscant.

"Why did you save me?" he had set with that question the start of something he would not be able to control in the foreseeable future, a never ending longing.

But he needed to know. He must know, otherwise, he was afraid she would be that last thing he thought about before going to sleep, the first thing he thought about after waking up.

"Don't dare to get it wrong, mere courtesy that's all", she boldly assured, as she couldn't give herself the privilege of giving him false hopes, "if that's why you called, I suggest you to hang up". She drifted her gaze away from his holo, she was trying hard to make him leave.

Even to her that seemed like a logical action on Obi-Wan's mind, if only he wasn't too tired to comply with all the unbreakable rules and detached a little from his perfect Jedi image.

How could Obi-Wan tell her that just because no one else can see it, he doesn't love her any less?

"I called for other circumstances" he declared carelessly, taking a seat in a meditation position now as he expected for the night to be as long as he could maintain it.

"Which are?".

"No one deserves to be alone" Obi-Wan muttered, he had made his way with words, as he had read her, she was so lonely.

"I said I'll live", she stumbled trying to get a seat.

Her wound was profound yet curable, Obi-Wan still could see her pain through the commlink, he didn't feel at ease knowing she was in another side of the galaxy in pain. So far from him, and he didn't want to think her helpless, but he did think her stubborn, she would never let him help her, so asking her to give him her location and go after her was out of the picture.

But he wished he could follow her wherever she goes.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

He was trained to believe the Jedi way wasn't a solitude path, but now that he thought about it more, it does feel lonely, although it was proven a Jedi Master never truly is.

As long as he was connected to the Force, he was connected to all beings he protects. A Jedi Master is the watcher, the caretaker, the guardian. He is not just the sword nor just the shield, he is both the light and the darkness. He is in the shadows, watching over his loved ones, supposedly protecting his allies. For years inside his mind he held this guilt on his chest, that he chose to protect his enemies, not once but twice.

Still, what was all about when no one was safe? When every being he swore to protect was now in the claws of a cruel ruler? If there was no escape? If he was the shield, where was his sword? His loved one?

She had shattered his heart by giving him that which he could never have, which he could not live without once tasted and memorized — the contentment of their conflicted companionship.

"What will you do now?" Bail asked now that Leia was gone and Obi-Wan was about to leave on his ship.

"Wait" he said calmly, "my duty won't be over until they know" this was the scary part, the fear of making the same old mistakes. A tired sigh leaving his chest.

"On Tatooine?" insisted Bail, slowly conducting his chatting to her, to free Obi-Wan from another headache and give him that last peace of mind he knew he needed, he deserved to know after all he had been through.

"I have nowhere else to go", he claimed, stroking lightly his beard, trying to remove the uncomfortable feeling of himself, without her alive, he had no reasons anymore to leave Tatooine and fulfill his duty.

"I must tell you... The side of the story you know about her is incomplete", as much as she caused problems to him in the past, he recognized how selfless she had been fighting against the empire the first few years. "She didn't die as a traitor, the Inquisitors punished her for helping a Jedi".

"What?... How?". He realized now Bail knew the reason she was caged Vader's Fortress.

"She helped Ahsoka survive an attack to arrive to Malachor where she is exiled now, Ahsoka couldn't have escaped successfully if it weren't for her, we couldn't get her out and Vader...", Bail wasn't able to end his train of thought, confusion struck Obi-Wan like a needle through his heart "I just thought you had to know".

Bail was worried to break Obi-Wan's spirits more on Anakin's actions, because the former Jedi could imagine what was going on inside Darth Vader's mind — by punishing you he was punishing him.

Obi-Wan asked who this mysterious someone was, pretending not to know who Bail was talking about before his lips pronounced your name too loud and clear to be mistaken, too loud for every corner of his body to know. His poison ivy, his rotten fruit, his lovable stinger.

Why did it have to be too late to follow her?

He nodded to him in silence and watched him leave as the ship took off. Heartbroken, he was silently content about being right about her, to put his trust and hopes in her.

He didn't know what to do on his way back to Tatooine, only how to feel, the anguish and despair, the inutility, to measure all of the things he failed to express at the right time. Was it possible that she died without knowing how much she was loved? Could the Maker be able to let such cruel condemnation happen?

When your duty is over...

Perhaps, the misunderstanding of their promise by his end, the oath he devotedly kept under his wing to be his precious secret was now one side of the cliff's whisper. Closing his eyes, he could still see her pleading eyes, the exact same eyes that made him wake up abruptly night after night.

Meet me...

At the end, she had died the way she lived, in the darkness of night.

A/N: Hi! I was working on this since I posted the previous part, I was thinking of making it a shot fic, which mean another 2 parts more coming if my imagination let me to. With that said, if you want to still be tagged do nothing, i'll keep tagging you. If you want to be added or being removed in the next parts, comment this part (no worries, i won't mind) or send me an ask (i'll keep it private) as I won't be counting just likes bc i realized its very ambiguous to know who wants to be tagged or not. Thank you so much for liking and rebbloging.

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✨ + “I don’t think you’re supposed to use the Force like that.”

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pairing: obi-wan kenobi x fem!reader

word count: 499

warnings?: implied smut, angst, not proofread

“I know I don’t know much about the Force, but I don’t think you’re supposed to use the Force like that,” you laughed, propping yourself up on your elbows, watching as Obi-Wan put his clothes back on. He didn’t say anything, finishing getting dressed, passing your clothes back to you. You frowned, but got the hint. As you dressed, you asked, “Hey, is everything okay?”

He only nodded.

“Okay…” you mumbled. Once you were clothed, you stood up, crossing the room to him. But when you got close, he only stepped away. “Clearly not everything is okay. What troubles you? I can help you.”

“There is no help you can provide.”

You frowned. “Stop being so elusive. You know you can tell me anything.”

Obi-Wan let out a sigh. “We can’t keep doing this.”

Now it was your turn to be silent. What was he talking about? This had been his idea in the first. He was the one who wanted a casual relationship. He was the one who came to you. And now he was pushing you away?

“It’s against the Jedi Code,” he continued.

“But you said there are Jedi who have casual relationships?”

“The Code forbids attachments.”

“The whole point of this arrangement was so there would be no attachments.” Then, it dawned on you, what he was trying to say. “Oh.”

“I will leave you alone after this. I just wanted to see you one more time and to tell you this was the end. I felt I owed you that much.”

“So I just don’t have a say in this? You get to call all the shots and I’m supposed to go along with whatever you say?” You shook your head, looking away. It made you feel sick. It made you feel like he had just been using you, even though you knew that wasn’t the case. “Though, I can’t say I’m surprised. You never cared how I felt about any of this.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s true! This entire thing happened because you wanted it to. Everything has always been done on your terms, my own opinions be damned. Even now, you’re trying to dictate what I do. Well, I suppose it’s a blessing in disguise that you’re ending this.”

Obi-Wan looked away from, his jaw clenching and unclenching. “I suppose it is,” he said. For a moment, you wanted to reach out, to take him in your arms, to soothe the anger that was beginning to burn, to put out the flames. But then he turned away from you again, his shoulders starting to relax. “I need to go. Goodbye, Y/N.”

“If I see you again, Obi-Wan, it would be too soon.”

He looked back at you, a flash of hurt in his eyes. But you were already brushing past him, leaving the room, leaving him behind.

After all, he may be the one leaving, but that didn’t mean you had to watch him go.

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miseries-mistress · 1 year

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YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IT'S HALLOWEEN | SITH!OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: You're the object of Furvor's pleasure, and amidst the haze of his obsession for his pretty Jedi, he seeks you out for the first time.

Warnings: female reader, possession, non consensual touching (not sexual), obsession, slight fanaticism, helplessness from the reader, mention of stalking, W/C: 2589

Notes: this is shitty, and i have no excuse for it. this is inspired by the Muse song, "You Make Me Feel Like It's Halloween," so here is my version of a halloween story. happy halloween!

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There is a fear, a dark winding fear that twists through your body, consuming, devouring the light that brought you to the place you reside in the world. That light, more the connection to it, was being tried, tested if you will, by a man.

You don't want to refer to him as a "man" because that humanizes him, makes the threat of him more real, and appear like the Jedi he should have been instead of the creature he's fallen to. A creature was a better thing to refer to Darth Furvor as, for he was nothing more than a servant of the dark.

His servitude to the darkness left him with an insatiable obsession with the Jedi. You assumed his obsession was deeply rooted back to his long-forgotten identity of Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Jedi you had heard from in stories after he fell to the dark from witnessing the death of his master by a Sith, which he had supposedly slain in the wake of his billowing rage. The boy that Qui Gon had found, Anakin, had gone on to become your padawan, which you trained valiantly until he had grown up to become his own Jedi at the ripe age of 19. You were alone for the first time since Anakin's trials, where he left you to become his own person and fight the raging war infecting the galaxy. But, of course, that didn't last long when the same Sith you heard about in stories found an infatuation with you.

You didn't know where his infatuation with you sprouted from, for you had never met him before, but that didn't seem to stop him. You knew of his attempts to slay your battalion, either by his droids or his hand, but he never succeeded. Those attempts to pursue you were nothing more than that, attempts until today.

You were stuck in a room of sorts, separated from your commander, as you pursued the pull you felt in the Force. The tug led you to this place, where you have nothing but your connection to the light to guide you out of the abyss of blackness. Your eyes have poorly adapted to the lack of light, and you resist the temptation to pull out your saber to illuminate the way. Although you were trying to leave the area as soon as possible, something urged you to stay, and you followed your feelings, reaching out with them to determine the cause of the disturbance. It was almost like a string, tugging you down into the rabbit hole of the darkness you were afraid you could never climb out of. The coldness brushed against the bare skin of your hand, and you involuntarily shivered, the feeling spreading across your body in a slow, thick movement. The coldness was nothing like staying on Hoth bundled up with Anakin on a mission but the kind of iciness that created a tremble in your bones, rattling every anxiety out of its securely closed container. The icy metal of your lightsaber clutched in your hand did nothing to soothe your spiking nerves nor calm the raging storm of untangled emotions buried deep in your subconscious.

It was dread that you were feeling, you quickly realized, and you did your best to shove it down, control it so it couldn't control you.

"My, my, what do we have here?"

Your blade was ignited in a second, the steady hum of its deadly beat the only certainty you are given. The fast-paced beating of your heart drowns out the rush of your thoughts as you turn on your heel, your lightsaber illuminating no more than a few feet in front of you, yet there is nothing.

"Such a pretty Jedi." The ghost of fingers caressing your lips made you jump backward, the phantom touch lingering for a moment longer before dissipating into the night. The sensation of disgust crawls over your skin, biting into your self-consciousness. You hear the amused chuckle escape the man, and your lightsaber whirs with your turn, your eyes growing frantic as you search for the mystery foe.

"Adorable."

You consider the possibility that it's all in your head, but you discard it almost immediately. It all was too real…the sensations, the voice, all of it was too intricate to be a Force trick. As you follow that thought to conclusion, the scattered pieces slowly start to fit into place, the first piece clicking together like a light bulb going off in your head. This place, whatever it was, was composed of pure darkness, and something or someone was the tug in the Force that pulled you to encounter it.

"Who are you?" you ask into the void, and for a moment, you expect there to be no response, only to prove the thought of your insanity. But Furvor's velvety voice breaks through the veil, and you feel the warm breath against your ear, the barest wisps of hair tickling the side of your face.

"Whoever you desire."

Your lightsaber swings around, but it slices through the air, and you look over your shoulder to find him gone, whoever he was. He was dogging the question; that was obvious enough. Was it to hide who he really was? You thought to yourself. The man was surrounded by the dark side of the Force, and you could feel the tendrils of his presence pushing against your mental barriers on a quest to identify a weak spot.

"You're a Sith, aren't you?" you call out.

"You catch on quickly." You could hear the grin in his voice, and the fascination he seemed to exhibit with you did not remain unnoticed. If this was indeed a Sith Lord, then now would be your only time to bring him to the Republic to face his crimes for all they were worth.

"You've become quite the nuisance, my dear," he continues, and your body tenses as the realization dawns upon you. This man- creature- wasn't any Sith lord but Darth Furvor. The grip on the hilt strengthened. "My master wants you dead."

Goosebumps defiantly raised under your tunic, for however much you tried to quell your fear, it seemed to never fully subdue into the symphony of voices scattered across your mind. "Then why haven't you killed me?"

"You've piqued my interest." The undertone, the hidden message, sent your adrenaline pumping faster and faster. You needed to get out of here before it was too late.

"Let me go," you growled, and airy laughter followed.

"And why would I do that, my pretty Jedi?" You took a step back, your heart rate rising with every step. His voice was like an echo, a sound you couldn't quite pinpoint where it was originating from. It irked you more than anything but made you fearful of the unknown. Furvor could be around any corner, waiting for the opportune moment to strike you down with a single stroke of his saber. The man who had been chasing after you ever since the clone wars started.

"Because then I might be merciful," you snarled. You could almost see the grin flashing over Furvor's face at the challenge.

"Oh, really now?" he fired back, and with that, an unrelenting grip washed over your body in an instant, rendering you immobile. You tried to thrash against the invisible pressure, but your actions were futile. Then there's the soft click of your lightsaber as it is deactivated. "Because I think you rather like being at my mercy."

"I do not know of the lies you speak of," you reply, and a spark of amusement flashes over his sickly yellow irises. You feel the pressure of a hand coast up your arm to your neck, the back of it gliding over your supple flesh. You shiver.

"You're so weak." The touch grows firmer, ignoring your rebuttal. "So pliant."

You can't find a response to his observation, can't pull your thoughts together to think of anything but his touch, as shameful as it is.

"Don't touch me," you choke out. Furvor doesn't relent, but this time you hear his soft footsteps echoing through the place, and you feel him. His darkness and passion are consuming, twisting every ounce of the Force into something of his own creation. A Sith, he was indeed to manipulate the Force as he has.

"I first found you when the boy, Anakin, became a Jedi," he states, almost as if he had been reciting it. The information is common knowledge, nothing you don't already know, but your curiosity has peaked. Where was he going with this?

"My master wanted you dead, and I embarked on the mission as I was told. It was when I saw you for the first time that I became infatuated with you."

You feel it now, the coldness of his hand seeping through your robes as they trace the curve of your spine all the way to the base of your neck. Goosebumps arise at his hand, touching the bare skin of your neck, and you battle your alarm for the sake of your sound state of mind because it is the only thing that would be able to get you out of here alive.

"You became everything," his voice drips over the shell of your ear, and you desperately try to ignore the pinpricks of…something edge to the surface of your consciousness.

"I watched as you destroyed entire battalions of droids by yourself. I witnessed the graceful dance of your saber technique, and I knew then that I couldn't kill you. No, you appeared to me as an angel, so sweet, so naive; it was far beyond any beauty I had ever encountered. You lured me in with your innocence, and now I don't know what to do with myself!" He laughed unbelievingly, his hand running through his hair harshly before continuing.

"At first, I just wanted to corrupt that pretty little mind of yours, but that simple want became a need. I watched your every move, entranced by your power. How could someone as pathetic as you hold so much power, so much hidden anger underneath the lies the Jedi had bred? But I grew tired of simply observing while my men tried to capture you. I watched every hologram I could get my hands on, yet it still doesn't do justice to your beauty. I just couldn't get enough!"

It takes you a moment longer than it should to recognize the weight of his words. He was obsessed. With you no less. That obsession, the lust of passion, is what brought you here to him. He was obsessed with you and not keen on stopping until he achieved what he wanted. Which was what? You? Your life? Your devotion to the light?

Did he intend to turn you?

That idea alone sent your head reeling down a far darker passage than you should ever travel, and you shook your head to force yourself to remain focused.

"What do you want with me?" you snap, and his grip loosens for a moment, but it still isn't enough to liberate you.

"What do I want?" he repeated your question incredibly. "What do I want?! I want you! I want all of you!"

You flinch at the desperate glee in his voice as he turns to face you. You can hardly make out his features in the darkness besides his eyes, which seem to glow an impossible gold. His irises are glimmering with pathetic despair, pleading. His hands fly to your arms, clutching them so fiercely that you are sure his fingerprints will leave purple splotches along your skin.

"Join me, my dear. We could rule the galaxy together with no one to stop us!" Furvor's childish nativity is urging him down the spiral of fanaticism. He's fallen so far that a Sith Lord, for Kriff's sake, was pathetically begging for you, and now, standing in the face of it, you know why Master Yoda was so instant on the rule of possession in the code. It warps you, changing you into an object of greed.

"Don't touch me," you growl, but his grip remains firm, not acknowledging your demand. "I don't know who you are, Sith, but I will never fall to the dark side."

"Don't say such foolish things, my dear. I know of your anger you try to hide away, but you can't fool me. I know you better than anyone could dream of."

"You lying kriffing piece of shit-"

His hand reaches for your face, grasping it in a bruising grip under your cheekbones. He yanks your face closer to his so he can spit his next words in an unforgiving vulgar voice. "Speak to me that way again, and I will find a better use for that filthy mouth of yours."

The fear you so utterly tried to quell is back in full force, and with a sickening epiphany, you realize you're scared of Furvor. His desperation, his passion for you, is making your chest coil into a tight knot. You are trapped, you realize, and a flash of white-hot terror thrums within you.

"Good girl," he coos, letting his hands slowly slither away from your face so he could return them to your unmoving body. In your state of agitation, heat boldly rushes to your cheeks as you witness his use of praise. Furvor gazes at you, delighted by your embarrassment.

"Maker, you feel better than I imagined." His bare hands are cold as they run over your skin, leaving behind a trail of lewd desire that taints your once-pure skin. If anything, he seems enraptured by your response while the reality of the situation is tearing your mind apart piece by piece. You are helpless to his dependence, vulnerable to the unwarranted contact, powerless to a creature who wants nothing more than to devour you as you're now trembling before the Sith, weak and just as pathetic as him. A tear silently rolls down your cheek, and he looks up, his eyes resembling something of pity before they morph into sympathy.

"Shh, my dear, everything will be alright," he reassures, pulling you unwillingly into his chest for a hug. You are suffocated by his grip as the softness of his robes pulls your hope further away from you. I don't even know you. You want to scream. You want to punch him, beat him to the ground for all the turmoil he's put you through, but you can't. Your helplessness is dragging the teachings you've grown up with into the mud of the forgotten, forcing you to stumble further into a state of submission before the Sith, your sworn enemy as a Jedi. You feel your grasp on the Force weaken as you give into your fear, your mind falling apart around your own defenselessness. His following words are what puts the final nail in the coffin, the crack that shatters your heart like it's child's play. It's then that you finally break.

"You're mine now."

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