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hellotherekenobi · 1 year

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Crystal Clear.

Summary: Obi-Wan has always looked after you and has always shown you that he cares. When the peaceful life you live is threatened, he shows you how deeply his affections lie.

Word Count: 3,670

Dedicated to @immoral-rose ♥

CW/TW: mentions of battle (explosions), injury, & anxiety; crying; a brief sentence about self-injury but it’s not graphic; gn!reader though the term “handmaiden” is used.

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Knowing Obi-Wan Kenobi is no easy task.

Everywhere he goes, danger follows. He’s like a magnet to it. Sometimes, you even think he rather enjoys the danger. Not that he would ever admit to it, but it’s true regarding his history.

As for you, the moment you see danger you run. A true flight instinct, rather than fight. Maybe if you had that kind of passion you would be alongside the Jedi, or an ally in some fashion, but truly you just want to live a peaceful life. If any sort of danger is on the horizon, you’re heading in the opposite direction.

Some might consider that cowardly but that’s not it at all. The main reason why you even know Obi-Wan to begin with is because you offered him assistance when there was an attack on the palace you work in, helping to navigate him through the worker’s corridors.

Being a handmaiden came with a lot of perks. One of which just so happens to be that whenever the lady of the house needs Jedi assistance, Obi-Wan is the Jedi who always comes.

Truly, it’s ridiculous how quickly you grew an attachment to him. The first time you met, he had dropped down from the balcony above the one you were standing on and startled you half to death. He had abashedly apologized, though he was chuckling.

That was it. That was all it took for you to fall head over heels for him. One giddy apology matched with his sunkissed smile. Then you were absolutely doomed.

How typical it is that after years of not finding an interest in anyone, the person you happen to fall for is someone who can’t reciprocate those feelings. Jedi aren’t allowed to have attachments and even if they could, you fear he’d want a fighter on his side instead.

Sure, he is ever the gentleman when you two speak to each other. He holds the door for you, he walks on the outer side of the footpath, and he kisses your knuckles with each hello and goodbye. But that’s simply because he has such a pure heart. There can’t be any other motivator under the surface of it all.

When you don’t have much on your list of things to do around the palace—the lady of the house being a very hospitable countess—then you walk around the gardens, and when Obi-Wan has to await further instruction, he joins you.

The conversation ranges amidst many different things. Sometimes it’s regarding your favorite books or poetry. Other times it’s about all of his exciting adventures, remarking on how great so many cultures are in the galaxy.

Obi-Wan is a gentleman, but he’s also a tease.

You had once told him, “I have often wanted to see those other planets, just as you have.”

And he smiled, outshining the sun, and replied, “I’ll take you with me one day.”

There isn’t a way he can keep that promise, you’re sure of it, so you had simply laughed and asked him to tell you another story.

Days like those are your favorites. Especially when you’re feeling more spirited than most, walking along the stone railing with Obi-Wan on the grass beside you, his hand holding yours so that you don’t tip over and fall.

Honestly, you sometimes only go up here just so that you can hold his hand. His skin is soft but with calloused fingertips, and it’s a comforting feeling.

It’s no surprise, then, that you’re walking along the railing again today, hand happily in his hold.

“I think it’s the quiet that I’m fond of,” Obi-Wan speaks, walking at the pace you’re setting. “To be among the mountains. That’s where I want to be.”

You offer him a smile, looking down at him. “That sounds lovely.”

He squeezes your hand, making dragonflies run circles in your stomach. “Your turn now. One place in the whole galaxy, where do you want to go?”

Pursing your lips, you delay your response with a hum. You already know what the answer is but you’ll do anything in your power to stretch out any moment with him for as long as possible.

“The beach,” you say and simply that.

Obi-Wan raises his chin. “That’s all?”

You nod. “That’s all. I’ve never been.”

He stops walking, causing your hand to tug at his when you don’t stop as quickly as he does. Looking down at him, you frown some.

“What’s the matter?” You ask.

His voice is sympathetic, though there’s a very faint grin at his lips. “You’ve never been to the beach?”

“Not once,”

“Well,” he straightens his posture, walking alongside you again. “I’ll have to take you there one day.”

Another promise you’re sure he won’t hold true to. It’s fun, when you’re young especially, to make promises of days you want to spend with someone else, but those plans usually fade away eventually.

Besides, there’s a war going on and Obi-Wan is a Jedi amongst the battle. You doubt you’ll ever watch the waves roll in, let alone with him by your side.

“I’d like that,” you mutter, knowing that your words hold as little weight to them as does his.

When you reach the end of the railing, you turn halfway and Obi-Wan keeps a tight hold of your hand as you lower yourself to sit on top of it, then he pushes himself up to sit beside you.

“Can you swim?” You ask him, swinging your legs.

He nods, scrunching up his face some. The look is clearly displeasing and you can’t help but to chuckle.

“You don’t like the water?” You press, leaning your arm against his.

He sighs. “I’m not too fond of it. Not as much as flying, though.”

“Oh, so flying is worse?”

“Flying is much worse,” he states, a finger pointed. “That’s for droids.”

“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind.”

A gentle breeze enters the conversation, which is lovely given the temperature. Speaking with Obi-Wan in moments like these feel so special but more than that, they feel comfortable. Around him, you don’t feel the need to act a certain way. You can just be yourself.

Pushing against his arm again, this time in a playful way, you say, “Maybe the beach is out of the question then since you don’t like to swim.”

“Well,” he leans close to you as if he were speaking for no one else to hear, “just because I don’t like it doesn’t mean I won’t.”

“By why would you?”

Obi-Wan’s brows furrow marginally, looking at you with an expression caught between confusion and sincerity.

“Because you’ll be there.”

Smiling at him softly, you feel a bit bashful by his genuine reply, shaking your head so that he can’t tell how easily you’re swooned by that affirmation alone.

“You’re quite the charmer, Obi-Wan.”

He grins, showing his canines. “It comes naturally with you.”

You think he’s just being a tease now, so you turn his face away from you with a palm against his cheek, and he chuckles heartily as you push off of the railing and tell him that you both should get back to your responsibilities.

Weeks after that, he hardly visits the palace as battles grow tense against the Republic. The handmaidens alongside you work in earnest for the countess’ benefit and also in preparation should an attack happened here.

If you were crossing your fingers behind your back, you would blame yourself for when battle droids stampede the grounds.

The invasion is unlike any you’ve seen and you hurry to hide away as many people as you can through the worker’s corridors, which leads out to a bunker. There is also an escape route from there but until the threat outside is neutralized, there’s no way anyone can make it out without detection.

You’re not sure what possesses you to remain in the thick of it instead of doing your usual reaction by fleeing, but you’re more focused on the safety of others by doing all that you can.

Maybe Obi-Wan’s ways are rubbing off on you. Though, regarding your secluded history, you’re not sure if that’s a good thing.

So, you keep posted by the entrance to the corridors, waving in more people who run down the hallway and lead them inside, telling them to wait with the others.

One person grabs hold of your sleeve, almost tearing the material right off of your shoulder.

“My brother,” they plead. “He’s only young. We were separated.”

“He’ll find his way,” you say, urging them to keep moving.

“Please, he can’t be on his own!”

Neither can you. This is not the kind of person you are, the type that runs into danger even if it were for a noble cause. It scares you down to your bones to think about leaving your partially safe spot by the doorway, but their wailing pushes at your sensibility.

“Alright,” you cave in. “Hide with the others. I’ll find him.”

The distant explosions around the palace are no match for how deafening your heartbeat rings in your eyes, and you feel it against your chest, at your temples, and at your wrists pulsing with an overwhelming amount that takes your feet down the hallway instead of your mind.

There are endless possibilities on where this boy could be. For all you know, he might be right where all the battle droids are. If you go to him then, you’ll just endanger him more with yourself included.

But you can’t leave him behind. Maker knows he must be feeling worse than you, especially for a young one.

Getting closer to the noise makes you less sure of everything, though. Two times already you have had to flatten yourself to the wall when a battle droid runs past, in an effect to hide from them. Every single thing that moves has you on edge, even when your mind tricks you into seeing things that aren’t there.

Yet, as you expected, you find the boy so close to the battle at hand that he may as well be in the thick of it. He’s crouched behind a crumbled half wall near the assembly hall, a fleet of battle droids ahead of him. Between you and them is a long hallway, an opening on your left and right.

Peeking around each corner, you make certain that when you gain the courage to move from your spot, you won’t collide with a battle droid or their line of fire.

It seems they’re too focused on their attack to notice him, or you, so with an insane amount of luck, you run across the opening and kneel by his side, trying to keep hidden from the flimsy cover that there is for the two of you.

“I’m here,” you tell the boy. “Come with me. I’ll keep you safe.”

He’s been crying, his fist still balled up at his cheek as the tears stream down his face. Whimpering, he holds his arms out to you and you lift him in your hold, carrying him at your side, and dash back the way you came after assuring the coast is clear.

Unfortunately, when you’re about to turn the corner, you’re met with a large group of battle droids who weren’t there before. Gasping, you manage to duck behind the wall before they can notice you and set the child on the floor, kneeling beside him.

“We need to wait here a moment. Don’t make a sound—”

Your voice is buried beneath another explosion, nearer this time as it happens right behind the wall. The strength of it shakes the ground and you wrap the boy in your arms to shield him from the smoke and rubble, hoping that the ceiling won’t collapse.

There’s gunfire and flashes of red and blue as the sounds of the droids grow nearer, and you wonder if there’s any time to run away, though you know you won’t make it halfway down the hallway before you’re shot at.

A shadow grows near and you cover the boy more, hoping to at least protect him, until a hand grabs your shoulder and you shriek, turning to meet your attacker face to face.

But it’s a face you know too well and are relieved at seeing him standing there.

“Obi-Wan!” You reach a hand to hold onto his robes and he lowers to his knee, watching you with worrisome eyes.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, bringing the hand on your shoulder up to your cheek.

You shake your head. “No, no. But the boy,” you move an inch to show Obi-Wan the child behind you. “We need to get him to the bunker.”

“Alright,” Obi-Wan affirms. “Keep to my side.”

There’s no place you’d rather be right now, nodding as you follow him closely with the boy holding your hand. You’re relieved to see that he’s stopped crying. In fact, he’s quite transfixed with the Jedi leading you both down the hallway.

Obi-Wan is more strategical than you, so he keeps you all seemingly invisible to the battle droids you maneuver around, and you feel more at ease now that he’s here.

The drive you had to protect the boy is now kept under a blanket and you grow restless to get to the bunker since you’ve gone through enough excitement for one day. Once is more than enough to try and be brave. You just want to hide again.

As you all approach the door to the worker’s corridor, Obi-Wan lets you and the boy step ahead of him. You pat the boy’s back and urge him to follow the path until he reaches the bunker entrance and as he begins to run, Obi-Wan’s hand comes to rest on your back.

“Lock the door behind you,” he says, still attentive to the noise happening around the palace.

“Aren’t you coming too?” You ask.

“No, there’s still more fighting to be done.”

“Don’t fight, Obi-Wan. Come with us.”

He smiles weakly, caressing your cheek with his soft but calloused hand. “I want nothing more, but I want to protect you first.”

“But—”

You don’t get to finish your sentence as another explosion sets off, this time within the hallway you’re standing in. The distance of it not only rattles the ground but shakes you as well, and Obi-Wan is diving forward, his arms wrapping around you, to push you both behind the corner and away from the blast.

It’s a powerful explosion that takes down the support beams, effectively taking down part of the ceiling, too. The structure crumbles at the corner, creating a mountain of debris that blocks the way and so there’s no going back now.

With the push, you’re sent down to the ground with Obi-Wan above you, his body shielding you from the damage.

When at last the smoke clears, he’s helping you to sit up against the wall, his hands on either side of your face, brushing away soot and dust.

“Are you okay?” He asks, looking you over from head to toe.

Coughing, you shake your head at him, feeling the anxieties of being in danger rise like hot liquid from the pit of your stomach all the way to your throat, and you begin to cry.

“No, I’m not okay— I’m fine but I’m not okay,”

“Hey,” he coos, tilting your head enough to look him in the eyes. “There, there, my dove. I promise you I’ll get you out of here.”

“I’m scared, Obi-Wan,”

“I am too,” he brings one hand down to yours, squeezing it tightly. “But I’m a man of my word. I will protect you.”

Deep down, right through all the worry, you know that he’ll keep you safe. If not by all the heroic acts you’ve heard about and now seen for yourself, then for all the times he’s been kind to you. All the laughter, the touches, and the quiet moments just for you both. You trust him with your life and you know he’ll take care of you.

On the outside, though, you’re shaking. The explosion has startled you so much, seeing as it was so close, and the knowledge of if Obi-Wan hadn’t pushed you when he did, you might have been crushed under the rubble.

Thoughts speak louder than words but in this case your actions are screaming; trembling with your back to the wall and tears still streaming down your cheeks.

Obi-Wan’s hand at your cheek brushes featherlike circles there, effectively wiping your tears. He whispers your name, grounds you with more surety, then leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

The gasp gets stuck in your throat but you immediately still, eyes wide as he kisses you with gentle, potent lips. He whispers to you again, this time through the Force, and you hear him; my dove. Oh, my dove. I love you.

By those words alone, all the tension dissolves. Reaching a hand out to clutch hold of his tunic, you whimper against his kiss, closing your eyes and allowing his lips to soothe your fears.

With his affections, your shaking stops. He’s auspiciously sedated all the nerves you felt, making your senses crystal clear when he leads you through the storm. He keeps you far from the danger, navigating around droids, damage, and conflict.

At last, meeting the others on the outskirts when it’s clear enough for them to travel the escape route, Obi-Wan carefully helps you aboard the ship with everyone inside.

The ship itself is compatible for water, hovering there for now until the top of it will close and sail under to get away from here. Obi-Wan stands on the bay, one boot in the water, with his hand in yours as he makes sure you climb aboard securely.

“Don’t worry about me,” he says, offering a smile that eases your concern. “I’ll see you again.”

When the ship doors shut and it dips beneath the water, you wonder if you truly will see him after this. With the battle, it will take months before you and the others can safely return, especially the countess. Living secluded will need to be your new way of life.

That’s exactly what it becomes. In fact, you’re away from home—or what you call it, seeing as growing up there is the earliest memory you have—for a year.

To assure the safety of the people and the countess, you travel from port to port and remain with various folk for intermittent times. You try your best to hear reports about the war and of the Jedi, hoping that you’ll hear news of the man whom you love. And who loves you.

Knowing that he does only makes the time away torturous, not truly sure if you’ll see him again like he promised, though you trust him completely. Whether the uncertainty is there because of your safety or his, or if time and events will allow it.

By the time a year is up and news reaches you that it’s safe to return, the palace is hardly such a thing at all. The grounds, the gardens, the structures, and the homes are all in ruins. It takes months to repair all the damage and by the time you feel yourself back to routine, it’s nowhere near complete.

Walking the gardens is the only comfort you get in such distressing times. The war is still ongoing and you know that at any point, you all may need to flee again. But in this place, your swirling thoughts cease. You simply exist freely amongst the flowers, swaddled by memories of walking along the stone railing with your sweet Jedi.

There’s no hand to hold yours as you walk the railing, your shoes scraping the stone as you take each step. In a silly way, you’re not entirely upset about the fact if you fall. After being away for so long, it may be the only time you feel again.

Yet, when you slip, you feel your heart sink at the expectation of hitting the grass, only for a hand to slide into yours, fingers interlinked tightly, and a shoulder pressing on your arm to prevent you from tipping over.

When you look down to see who caught you, all the breath leaves your lungs. It’s him. Your Jedi, your love. Your Obi-Wan.

You say his name excitedly, watching his lips upturn into that bright grin he’d show you on sunny afternoons, and throw away his effort in supporting you as you leap off the railing right into his arms.

He catches you like he always does, holding you securely to him as he buries his face in your neck, pressing featherlike kisses to the skin and whispering your name over and over again.

“I promised you, didn’t I, my dove?” He speaks. “I would take you to the beach.”

A relieving and altogether elated chuckle bubbles from your lips, leaning back a fraction to look into those lovely cerulean eyes of his.

“Oh, Obi-Wan,” you say, smiling brightly. “I love you.”

He smiles in return, brushing a hand along your cheek. “And I love you.”

Your heart swelters, feeling full of life again. Any adversity ahead of you now is small in comparison to the assurance of Obi-Wan’s love.

A gentle kiss is pressed to your forehead and then your cheek. He ghosts a kiss on the tip of your nose, hovering his lips above yours before raising the hand he holds into the space, kissing your knuckles.

As soon as your hand moves away, Obi-Wan leans into you completely, kissing you deeply. He’s gentle and amorous, guided by an affection truthful to the words he assured you now so long ago. With fingers intertwined, he pours his devotions between incandescent kisses.

In between the marble pillars of the palace, deep within the gardens filled with heart and soul and ghosts of the lives lived before now, Obi-Wan kisses you with a crystal clear love that glimmers for time indefinite.

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luvvewan · 2 months

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I wrote something! 💖

Summary: Obi-Wan discovers that he is unprepared for his imminent undercover mission. He asks Qui-Gon for help. Gen, rated Teen.

Based on the prompt “Qui-Gon teaches Obi-Wan how to kiss”, submitted by thetimesinbetween for the 2024 QuiObi Secret Valentines Exchange.

(This is the first story I’ve posted in about nine months and I’m just really happy that I finished it 🥹 forever thanks to @firondoiel and @sanerontheinside for helping me trudge through the mud and make it to the other side, where it felt fun to write again ❤️❤️❤️)

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dracowars · 9 months

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Hi love! Could I request an obi Wan X reader where it’s late at night and he finds her reading in a library and he joins her?

peaceful | obi-wan kenobi

pairing: obi-wan x jedi!reader

word count: 0,6k

summary: where obi-wan joins y/n in the library

a/n: enjoy <3

warnings: mentions of war

universe: star wars

With your face bathed in a soft bluish glow, you scroll through the pages of the holobook that sits on your lap, only reading the titles of each chapter to see if there is anything relevant to you. Sitting with your legs crossed, you lean against the back of the armchair, which is located right by a large round window and has recently become your new favorite spot. It is only here that you can finally rest, letting your mind wander, and enjoy the rain gently pattering against the window, hiding the dark and busy city beyond.

Coruscant never sleeps and, apparently, neither do you. Especially not these last few days, considering you only have one day left until you embark on one of your longest and probably most dangerous missions so far. For this reason, you try to acquire as much knowledge about the planet and its habitat and inhabitants as you can in the short time since the Jedi Council gave you the instructions.

It is always hard to keep your cool in times of war, but it is moments like these when you can just sit here in the Jedi archives, alone, thinking about everything and nothing. For some inexplicable reason, it gives you a sense of security. The mission will probably cost you the last of your strength, but the end of the Clone Wars is in sight, and if this single mission can bring you a little closer to the end, then you will do just that. Giving your all and fighting for your values, for what is right.

Your eyes get caught on a chapter you find useful, and it is only when you change your sitting position that you suddenly feel a change in your surroundings. You do not even have to look up to know he is here.

"Still out and about at this hour?", you tease him, carefully putting the book aside before looking at him because let's face the truth, you can't take your eyes off of him for more than a few seconds. As soon as you do look at him, however, your heart aches in your chest.

The man in front of you has seen a lot of terrible things in this war and it only makes you want to end it even quicker. His hair is disheveled, probably from tossing and turning back and forth for hours to get his well-deserved sleep, which was obviously not granted to him in the end. Obi-Wan only returned to Coruscant today after being sent out to Kamino for several days, and has to leave again tomorrow, with you. Which is why you made it your task to spare him as many difficulties as possible, dealing with the necessary information intensely.

"I knew I would find you here", is his answer as he sits down on the armchair next to you, a small smile on his lips as he can't help himself but to softly run his hand over your head. "And before you tell me to leave and get some sleep: I can't."

"I know", you respond sadly, only knowing too well how it feels to run on low fuel and still not being able to fall asleep, letting the misery of this galaxy behind. Grabbing his hand, you push your palm against his before closing your fingers around it, squeezing lightly.

Reaching over you with his other hand, Obi-Wan grabs another holobook that you have carefully searched out a few hours ago, leaning back in his seat. But not before placing a soft kiss on your hair, whispering 'I'm proud of you' along the way.

Your heart painfully beats for this man. You know that all of this, everything you have build up, can be over tomorrow, and yet he does not disturb the peace you have built around here. He fades in perfectly and, with your hands intertwined, reads on, the soft glow illuminating his beautiful face.

You can't wait for all of this to be over. Because once it is, you will finally make him yours. And he will finally make you his.

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againstacecilia · 1 year

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Life Day

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Rating: Everyone

Warnings: No warnings, just blooming love

A/N: Happy happy holidays to @smolvenger !!! As you know, I'm your gifter for @startrekkingaroundasgard's Star Wars Gift Exchange, and I hope you love this little piece of Life Day bliss with Obi-Wan. I also hope the rest of your year and beyond are filled with love and joy. 💖

Life Day. A celebration of family, of compassion, and of love across the Galaxy. Each planet had its own celebrations and traditions but, at their core, they were all the same: honor those around you and give thanks for the love and joy they bring you.

You and Obi-Wan had spent the day walking through the light displays hung all over town. Strands of lights and garlands of every color dotted roofs and doorways, and even the town square was decorated with such grandeur it took your breath away. The highlight of the day, and everyday, though, was Obi-Wan. He was never more than a few inches from your side, hands chastely held behind his back as the two of you meander through the lively town. You both knew your… companionship was frowned upon by those in his Order, but Obi-Wan had made it clear months ago that he enjoyed your presence, and that whatever the other Masters had to say could be kept to themselves. You were content to just be friends for now, even if every brush of his arm sent tingles through your body.

Through the day, you listened intently to him explaining the holiday, enraptured by the smooth sound of his voice. He explained how the Wookies of Kashyyyk are the original creators of Life Day, and how they used the holiday as a celebration of their families and values.

“When I was a padawan,” he continues as you find a small cafe to sit in front of, “My master, Qui-Gon Jinn, and I went to Kashyyyk to observe the Wookie’s celebrations.” He chooses a table nestled under an awning covered in evergreen boughs and spicy smelling bulbs, the scent wafting over and around you as you take the chair opposite your companion.

“That sounds lovely,” you comment as a waiter stops by your table to take your order. Obi-Wan orders his classic hot tea with cream, and you ask for the same.

“It was. Well, mostly,” He continues after the waiter leaves, the mischievous glint you adored so much lighting his eyes. “There were some… Complications.”

You raise an eyebrow, beckoning him on.

“My master and some of the Wookies were captured in an ambush, but don’t fret,” he places his hand over yours on the table, “even then I was a very talented Jedi.”

His laugh dances with yours through the chilly air, “I’m sure you were, Master Kenobi.”

His blue eyes twinkle as he leans back, pulling his hand from yours and running over the scruff along his chin. Your waiter returns with your drinks and you immediately wrap your fingers around the cup, letting the warmth seep into your frozen skin. “Long story short,” Obi-Wan continues, “I was aided by one of my master’s good friends and we were able to rescue everyone and finish the Life Day festivities properly.”

“You’ve been to so many places and seen so much, I wish I had that opportunity.”

“Hmmm.” Obi-Wan’s lips lift into a small smile. “Perhaps I’ll have to take you on my next trip,” he murmurs into the rim of his cup, sipping the scaling liquid carefully.

“Don’t get my hopes up, Obi-Wan,” you playfully nudge his foot with yours under the table.

“I wouldn’t dare,” he gasps, feigned hurt weaving through his words and laughter dancing in his eyes.

“Yes you would, you scoundrel,” you tease. “We’ve been friends for long enough for me to know when you’re pushing my buttons.”

Leaning forward and tucking a loose hair back under your knitted hat, Obi-Wan whispers, “I only do it so often because it gets you so riled up, dear one.”

The pet name brings warmth to your face that has nothing to do with the biting breeze through the square. You avert your eyes from his striking gaze back down to your cup, “So tell me what you learned about Life Day on this grand adventure, then.”

He hasn’t leaned back away from you and, as you look back up to meet his gaze, there’s something burning there; small embers that have fanned into flame. “To me, Life Day is about appreciating our connections to one another and the way the Force connects us to those that are meant to bring us great joy.” Your heart picks up its pace as he continues, “That day on Kashyyyk, I saw families celebrating with each other. I saw friends remind one another of their importance. I saw love all around every being near the Tree of Life, and I promised myself that I would remember that feeling; remember the way the Force moved around everyone at that moment, and I would attempt to live my life in that way every day.”

“That’s beautiful, Obi-Wan,” you whisper, the cafe and the square seeming to melt away as you picture the scene he sets for you. Little lights spring to life around you as the sun begins to set, twinkling and casting a soft, yellow glow on the man sitting across from you.

“I have something for you.” Obi-Wan pulls a small box from his robes, dark with a ribbon in your favorite color tied around it. He places it on the table in front of you, “Will you open it?”

You nod, smiling at the gesture, before gently picking up the gift. Your hands shake slightly- from the cold or the butterflies in your stomach, you weren’t sure- and as you untie the bow on top and remove the lid a small gasp escapes your lips.

Inside, a beautiful necklace sits on satin fabric. A cluster of stars sits at the base of a bright silver circle, each shining as if he had plucked them straight from the sky above you. “Obi-Wan…” you whisper, mouth agape as you tear your gaze away from the gorgeous gift to his smiling eyes.

“Do you like it?” He asks, voice a touch timid.

“Of course I do, this is…” Tears spring to your eyes, “I… I don’t have anything for you, I’m so sorry.”

He chuckles and stands, moving smoothly to your side of the table and taking the necklace from its resting place. “Don’t fret, dear one, I don’t require any gifts.” He drapes the necklace over your head and clasps it behind your neck, speaking quietly into your ear, “I’ve come to see you in the stars in all my travels and wanted you to have something that reminded you of me as well.”

“I’ve never needed anything to remind me of you, Obi-Wan.” Boldness bolstering you, you grab his hand and turn in your chair to face him, “There isn’t a day that goes by that I-”

Before you can finish your sentence, Obi-Wan closes the gap between you and gently presses his lips to yours, squeezing your hand in his. His lips are warm and somehow already familiar, and as his amber and black tea scent surrounds you, you have the immediate feeling of coming home.

Breathless, you both pull away for a moment. Snow begins falling and the jingle of music from the café becomes the soundtrack for a memory you’ll never forget. Feeling so light you worry you might drift away, you request the only thing that comes to mind, “Kiss me again.”

Always happy to oblige his dear one, Obi-Wan cradles your face in his warm hands and does as you ask, wrapping you so thoroughly in his presence that you know you’ll never be without him again.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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The Bond Between Us ~ 57

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,000ish

Summary: You feel that change is near. You connect with the Force after a long time away. Obi-Wan brings home some surprising guests.

Notes: This is the beginning of A New Hope!!! Let me know what you think! Reminder, Obi-Wan will continue to look like Ewan McGregor’s version. First of all, Obi-Wan is only supposably 57 years old in “A New Hope” and Alec Guinness’ version looks much older than that. Second, I started writing this fic because I love Ewan McGregor. Alec is a great actor too, but this fic isn’t his. Thank you for understanding. Also, please check out my new Obi-Wan series “Lessons In Love”!

The feeling of change hit you like a ton of bricks when you woke up. It was suffocating. It reminded you of the time when you were nine and you felt a similar way. The day Qui-Gon, Jar Jar, and Padme entered your life. The day your life completely changed course. You could feel your heart begin to race, hammering against your chest. Your arm reached out, desperate to get in contact with Obi-Wan, only to find that he wasn’t there.

“Obi—“ you rasped, your own voice cutting you off. “Obi.”

Obi-Wan rushed into the room, feeling your panicking state. His heart dropped at the sight of you trying to reach for him and the tears that had started to trickle down your cheeks.

“I’m here, little star,” he comforted as he came to your side. “I’m right here.”

“Obi,” you repeated, gripping onto his arm. Your breaths were coming out in heavy pants.

“What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t get an answer out of you before you started sobbing. Obi-Wan quickly brought you into his chest, holding you carefully as he tried to soothe you. He could feel your inner turmoil and branched his signature out to your own. Your signature responded quickly, grasping onto his own. Obi-Wan kept you tightly against him as you cried. Slowly, you began to calm, your sobs turning into hiccups.

“There’s something in the air,” you whispered, your voice rough. “Change… similar to how it was before Anakin showed up with Qui-Gon, Jar Jar, and Padme…”

Obi-Wan nodded. “I can feel it now too,” he replied.

“I… I need help meditating through it all… please.”

Obi-Wan honestly hated how much relief he felt at your request. That request meant that you wanted to work on your connection with the Force. He had longed for you to try and repair the connection for years now, only because he felt that you would need your strength again one day.

“Of course, little star,” he quickly agreed.

Obi-Wan went to pull away so that the two of you could get in a more meditative stance but you would not allow it, gripping him tightly to keep him close. He understood and pulled you impossibly closer.

“Close your eyes,” he guided quietly, doing the same. You closed your eyes. “Focus on my voice and match my breathing and branch out to the Force around us.”

You followed Obi-Wan simple commands, branching your signature out in a way that you hadn’t done in years. Allowing yourself to fully feel the Force, you slipped into it and were able to start to feel better. Obi-Wan could feel his directions working, letting himself feel some relief that you had listened and that the Force wasn’t fighting against you like it often seemed to do.

“Very good,” Obi-Wan praised softly. “Keep going, little star. I’m right here.”

Losing yourself in the Force, allowed you to feel lighter than you had in years. Your anxieties seemingly washed away, thankfully. Obi-Wan could feel you slowly growing slack in his arms.

“Little star,” he started calling you out of your trance, “feeling better?”

“Yes,” you responded with a nod against his chest. “Thank you.”

Obi-Wan kissed your head. “Please don’t get angry at me for saying this, but maybe you should keep your connection with the Force open. Start getting your strength back.”

You pulled away from your husband. “You know how I feel about the Force.”

“Yes, but darling, it just helped calm you.” He sighed. “I feel you may need to start using it more.”

“No,” you shook your head. “No.” You pulled yourself out of the bed, putting distance between yourself and Obi-Wan. “I want to trust you, but I cannot trust the Force. Not like I used to.”

“Darling—“ Obi-Wan stood up.

“No! You can believe and trust in the Force, I can no longer do that. You know that.”

“Little star, something is coming. You have to know that because you have felt it yourself—you just felt it!” You bit your lip and looked away, not wanting to admit that your husband was right. He sighed as he carefully came closer to you. “The Force is telling me to go down into the canyon tomorrow. That someone will need my help.”

You nodded, still looking away from Obi-Wan. “Okay.”

Hesitantly, like he was worried you would flinch away from him, Obi-Wan placed his hands on your upper arms. “I hate how much this hurts you, little star. Tell me how I can help you.”

Your gaze flicked over to where a wooden box sat on top of your small dresser. Your lightsaber was sitting next to Anakin’s in the box. In the years since your return to Tatooine, your lightsaber had never called to you like it was now. Obi-Wan could feel it as well, but he wasn’t going to push anything onto you that you weren’t ready or willing for.

Nibbling away at your bottom lip, you pulled yourself from Obi-Wan’s grasp and slowly walked over to the dress. You didn’t notice that your hand was trembling slightly as it reached for the wooden box and opened it. You inhaled sharply as the overwhelming emotions that radiated off both weapons hit you. Your hand ran over Anakin’s saber before doing the same to yours and finally picking the weapon up.

Your lightsaber had the sadness of the past and anxiousness of the future, bellowing off of it. You hated that it was calling to you like you needed to get used to it again. As much as you used to love your lightsaber, it was a heavy reminder of the past.

Obi-Wan watched on with curiosity and care. He honestly didn’t know how you would react to your lightsaber calling you. A part of him was scared that you would take it outside and throw it down into the canyon. Your sense of something coming wasn’t wrong, and Obi-Wan knew you would need your weapon and strength back for it. But how to get you to believe that was a whole other issue.

“Obi?” You breathed out ever so softly.

“Yes, my dear?” He responded.

“Duel with me.” You turned toward him and met his gaze so that he knew that you were serious.

“What?” He was taken aback by your request.

“We are both sensing that something is coming, and you’re right… I need to be prepared. I may not trust the Force, but that doesn’t have to stop me from fighting again. So, duel with me.” You smirked as memories of dueling together in the past played in your mind. “Like we used to in the Temple.”

“Only if you are sure, little star. You haven’t fought in a while. Maybe a few training exercises would be best first.”

“No. It will come back to me. It’s in there, engrained in me so deeply.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “I do not want to chance hurting you, my dear. Training exercises would be—“

You quickly went up to Obi-Wan and took his hand. “You will not hurt me. Please, Obi-Wan. If you are truly so concerned for my safety, you will do this for me.”

It took another long moment for Obi-Wan to agree. The two of you ended up outside of your house, standing a few paces away from each other. You had your lightsaber in your hand, still getting used to the weight again, while Obi-Wan’s saber still rested along his waist.

“Are you sure about this, little star?” Obi-Wan was still hesitant to spare with you.

“I’m sure.”

You held your lightsaber out to the side and ignited it, the yellow blade filling you with a sense of comfort. Obi-Wan held his weapon with two hands in front of him before igniting it. The two of you started circling each other. You could sense that you would be the one to have to make the first move, Obi-Wan would be on the defense so as to not hurt you.

After a few circles around each other, you lunged forward. Your blade was up to strike down Obi-Wan, who quickly blocked it with his own saber. The block was strong, causing you to stumble back slightly.

“You alright, my dear?” Obi-Wan asked.

You swung at him, and he dodged. “Stop,” you swung again, “worrying,” he dodged once again, “about me.”

You could feel the Force in your veins and in the air around you. It was the most you at let in, in years. You allowed it to guide your movements, letting it truly let you feel into your bond and sense Obi-Wan’s next moves. As the two of you continued to duel, Obi-Wan was impressed at how well you were holding up. Pride swelled in him as he felt you open up to the Force more and more. He didn’t realize how quickly your strength would return once you allowed it to, but it didn’t upset him at all. You would need your strength for what’s to come.

While Obi-Wan was on the defensive and thinking about you, you were able to take the upper hand. You could sense that Obi-Wan was distracted. His stance and grip on his lightsaber weren’t as strong as it usually was. This allowed you to kick at his side, causing him to let go of his lightsaber. You caught it quickly before kicking him again. Obi-Wan fell back to the ground. Using the Force to pin him there, you stood over him and aimed the two lightsaber blades at his neck. You smirked confidently, even though you knew it was an easy win.

“Distracted much?” You teased.

“Your beauty has always easily distracted me, darling,” Obi-Wan responded.

“And that has always been your downfall.”

“Are you saying my love and admiration of you is my weakness?”

“Yes.” You deactivated the lightsabers and slowly got down on your knees, straddling Obi-Wan. You placed your hands, lightsabers still in them, to the side of Obi-Wan’s face. Your face moved down to come teasingly close to your husband’s. “But my love and admiration for you has and always will be my weakness.”

You quickly captured Obi-Wan’s lips in your own. He responded with the same passion and ferocity as you were pouring into him. His hand came up to grip your waist and pull your hips down into him.

“Let’s take this inside,” Obi-Wan murmured against your lips.

“Let’s,” you agreed, quickly silencing him with your lips.

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That night was long, passionate, and full of love. Neither of you got much sleep, too busy loving, worshiping, and holding each other. You were not going to complain though. There was something in the air that neither of you wanted to admit; like this might be the last time the two of you would be intimate like this.

The Tatooine suns rose far too soon for your liking. Obi-Wan, reminding you that he was feeling the need to go down into the canyon, got dressed, and kissed you goodbye before leaving. You took your time getting out of bed and ready for the day. After you were up and moving, you found yourself working in the kitchen. You were in there when you felt Obi-Wan’s presence near, and he wasn’t alone.

With furrowed brows, you left the kitchen to see Obi-Wan entering the house, followed by your nephew Luke, C3-PO, and R2-D2. You gasped lightly as you stared at the droids, R2-D2 quickly rushing toward you, beeping excitedly.

“Well, he seems to like you,” Luke commented.

Obi-Wan sent his signature over to you as he felt your uneasiness. “Luke, this is my wife, Y/N,” he carefully introduced. “Y/N, this is Luke Skywalker.”

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Love Has Many Forms

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: Star Wars

Prompt: “That was never my intention.”

Summary: After spending months working closely with Obi-Wan Kenobi (and falling in love in the process), it's finally time for Y/N to say goodbye to Obi-Wan as he's recalled to Coruscant for the next pressing, urgent Jedi mission. But goodbyes are never easy or simple, especially when it comes to someone you love.

Word Count: 2,454

Category: Angst but hopeful

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I sighed heavily as I sank onto my sofa, facing the windows overlooking my city. Any minute now, a ship would rise up from the central space port and take off into the night sky, carrying the love of my life away with it.

I'd met Obi-Wan Kenobi for the first time just over a four months ago, when he and his fellow General Anakin Skywalker had been dispatched to my planet. I had information that could help them in their fight against Count Dooku and the Separatists, and as a result, quite a few people wanted me dead. While Anakin went out with his padawan, Ahsoka, to go undercover and fight back against the Separatist spies, Obi-Wan stayed with me. We spent most of our days together, going over plans and things I knew, and then just talking about nothing as he kept me from being murdered. I'd come to truly love him in the time we'd spent together, and he made it clear he felt the same way about me.

Unfortunately for the both of us, our love story was fated to have a bad end. The Jedi Order forbade its members from having relationships and falling in love, and after months of being in paradise together, the threat had officially been stopped and the mission had come to an end. Obi-Wan and all the others had been recalled to Coruscant, and it was quite likely I'd never see them again.

I curled up under a blanket and watched the night sky, determined to see Obi off, even if I wouldn't actually be seeing him in person again. It was easier this way, with no tearful goodbye, even though it still hurt like hell to lose him.

I waited, carefully scanning the sky and not daring to look away for too long lest I miss him. The minutes crept by, until I was startled out of my watchful vigil by a knock at the door.

I glanced backwards at the door, then at the sky where I still waited for the small prick of light that would be Obi-Wan's ship. I hesitated. Whoever was at my door could wait to call on me until tomorrow morning, surely?

"Y/N, it's me."

Obi. I recognized his voice in a second, and I felt my heart shatter all over again. I tossed my blanket off of my lap and onto the couch as I stood, then made my way to the door. I took a deep breath, hoping it would steel me, then turned the doorknob and came face to face with Obi-Wan.

"Obi... what are you doing here?" I asked, unable to hide the hurt and exhaustion lacing my every word. I'd expended all of my energy keeping it together in front of him and Anakin for the past few days, once we knew our time together was drawing to a close, and I just didn't have it in me anymore.

"I wanted to say goodbye," he said, taking a careful step forward. I sighed but moved aside all the same, letting him into my home before closing the door behind him. I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around myself in the hopes it would provide some comfort. "It just... didn't feel right to leave without saying goodbye."

I closed my eyes, fighting against the physical pain crushing my chest. Seeing him would do nothing but rip my heart out even more than it already had been, which was why I hadn't wanted to do a goodbye like this in the first place.

"We said goodbye. When I gave you the last of the files and information I had yesterday, and we officially wrapped up the case," I said without opening my eyes. I heard Obi-Wan take a few steps towards me, closing the distance until I could feel his warmth radiating from right in front of me.

"That didn't feel like a particularly fitting goodbye, since Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, and Cody were also there, and we were mostly talking about business."

"So what?" I asked, a sharper edge to my tone as I finally opened my eyes. Being so close to him and seeing the spectrum of colors in his piercing blue eyes almost destroyed me. "You wanted to make this harder? Wanted to draw out our goodbye and break my heart even more, as though it's not already broken enough?"

Obi-Wan started a little, but he held his ground. "That was not my intention."

"Then what, Obi-Wan? What did you hope to accomplish in coming here?"

"Truthfully, I couldn't bear the thought of leaving without seeing you again. Without making sure you knew beyond a doubt just how much I care about you."

He took my hands in his as he spoke, his face full of hopeful vulnerability. I had to look away again, because looking at him like this just hurt too much.

"Obi... you know I love you, too. But you're a Jedi. Which means we can never be. Your Order's laws forbid it."

"...What if they were no longer my Order?"

Now I looked at him, surprise temporarily distracting from the ache in my chest. I searched his face, but I found nothing but complete sincerity written there.

"Obi, you can't be serious? Are you telling me you want to leave the Jedi Order?"

He took a long, deep breath, and held my hands tighter as he answered.

"For you? I'd leave it all behind in a heartbeat. I cannot continue to be a Jedi and have a relationship with you... and I know what I'd choose any day."

I stared at him for a few more moments, at his beautiful, kind face and gorgeous eyes, and allowed myself to imagine it. Anakin and the rest would go back to Coruscant without Obi-Wan. He'd stay here, with me, and we'd make a life for ourselves. The two of us, living normal, peaceful lives, never to be separated again.

It sounded like heaven, for me. But for Obi-Wan, my beloved, wonderful man... he'd be giving up his life. His good heart was one of the reasons I fell in love with him in the first place, and it was also what compelled him to be a Jedi, to do his best to help people every day and make the universe a better place. I knew that, if he gave that up, he'd never truly be satisfied. And if I really loved him, I had to think of him. To put his needs before my own.

"Obi... I love you so much, more than anyone else I have ever met," I started, gripping his hands tight as I pulled him closer to me. The tears were coming now, and I could do nothing to stop them. "But you cannot give up this life you love for me."

"I am perfectly happy to give up one thing I love for another. I love you, Y/N, and if you let me, I will stay here with you. Build a new life, with you."

"My wonderful, beautiful Jedi, you would not be giving up just one thing you love. You would be giving up everything you love, save one person, and you could never go back. I see how you are with Anakin. With Ahsoka, with the clone troopers under your command. I see the light in your eyes when you do something to make a difference in someone's life, or have an adventure to save the galaxy. We may have only known each other for a few months, Obi-Wan, but I've gotten to know you very well. And you cannot give up all of those wonderful things just for me."

He started to protest, but I cut him off with a raised hand.

"Not to mention," I continued, even as a pained look crossed his face, "all the people in the universe that have been helped by you. What kind of selfish monster would I be to take you away from all the people you continue to help, each and every day?"

"No more selfish than me," he replied, taking one step closer and completely closing the distance between us, pulling me to his chest with a hand around my waist. "For leaving them all behind to spend my life with you."

I gently rested my hands on Obi-Wan's shoulders as he slowly, slowly leaned down to close the distance between us. The kiss started out soft, but then deepend and intensified as we both gave in to the passion of the moment, and the knowledge that this might very well be the last time we were together like this.

"Please," Obi muttered against my mouth as we backed into a wall. He moved to kiss along my cheek and neck, breathing words as he went. "Please, say you'll let me stay with you. Damn the rest of the galaxy. You're all that matters."

"I love you with absolutely all of my heart, Obi," I said, the tears falling in earnest now. I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him hard, just one last time, before pulling away. His arms stayed wrapped around me, his head bobbing back towards mine, but I held my ground. "And because you are all that matters to me, I have to tell you to go. There is so much in the world that matters to you, whether or not you want to admit it. And I consider myself lucky to be counted as one of those people. But I can't take you away from everyone and everything else, no matter how much I may want to."

Obi-Wan sighed, long and heavy, his head hovering in the crook between my neck and shoulder. He didn't move for a few long moments, but then finally, although it seemed to take him a great amount of effort, he pulled back. His hands dropped from my waist, yet he still stood just in front of me, a sad, reserved look on his face.

"So I suppose this is it, then?"

I nodded, not even bothering to wipe at the tears streaming down my face. Obi-Wan looked on the verge of tears too, but he mastered himself before removing the cloak from his shoulders and wrapping it around me, instead. He fastened it carefully, then wiped the tears from my face, his movements so tender I wanted to melt.

"Then I'll leave you with this, to remember me by. I hope we meet again, but if we don't, know that I'll always carry you with me, no matter where I go."

I nodded, a little too overcome for words, and after holding my gaze for another long moment, Obi-Wan turned and headed for the door. I should've let him go, but I couldn't help myself from voicing the question that had been plaguing me for months now.

"What is so bad about love that makes the Jedi Order deem it so completely unacceptable?"

Obi stopped, and I saw his shoulders rise and fall with a sigh before he turned to look at me, a sad smile on his face.

"It's not love itself the Order deems so unacceptable. It's the things one does for love, when they let themselves get completely swept away by it. Love is simultaneously the best defense against the Dark Side, and the fastest path to joining its ranks. If something were to happen to you, for example, I have no doubt that I would tear the world apart for you, if need be."

"And I you, I suppose," I added. Obi-Wan nodded and started to turn, but I continued. "Just know that... I'll carry you with me, even if we aren't so lucky as to see each other again. And my love for you will make me stronger, even in the midst of heartbreak. You were and will continue to be a force for the Light in my life, Obi-Wan."

He faced me fully and nodded, a sorrowful smile rising to his face once more.

"Likewise, my love. And I will work as hard as I can to use my life well, and to make the rest of the universe a place where love can exist without war and fear clouding it."

I nodded, and we shared one last look before he turned to the door again, and this time I did not stop him. I stared after him until it clicked shut behind him, and even after that, I didn't move for a few minutes once he was gone.

The tears came again as I realized Obi-Wan was well and truly leaving my life, and there was no denial to save me from it after our goodbye. I went back to my place on the couch, wrapped up in Obi-Wan's cloak instead of my blanket, and watched out the window as the telltale light of a ship's engine at last rose from the space port, carrying Obi-Wan away from my life forever.

I watched as the ship disappeared into space beyond the atmosphere, and even after they were out of sight, I continued to stare up at the stars, where I knew Obi-Wan was, somewhere. I knew for a fact I was not Force-sensitive, but all the same, I could swear I felt him physically getting farther and farther away.

The physical pain in my chest renewed, absolutely crushing me under its weight as I continued to stare at the sky. Eventually, my gaze drifted to the city below me, and although the heartache didn't ease, I couldn't help a small smile at the sight of my home, safe and well and functioning as normal thanks to the work Obi and I had done.

After all, love was the only thing worth living for, really. And that love could come in many forms. I'd lost the love of my life tonight, without a doubt. But I still had my family, and all the friends I'd made in the place I called home. The sun would rise tomorrow, and warm my world with its glow. I could walk to my favorite bakery and smell my favorite treats, and sip on a warm drink while listening to the sounds of children playing in the street. Love could mean many things, and take innumerable forms. And although Obi-Wan and I couldn't be together, there was still plenty of love in my life to cherish.

I would continue to live, and to love and to hope. And maybe one day, in this world or whatever may come after, I'd be reunited with Obi-Wan, too. Only a fool would underestimate the power of love, after all.

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ladysparklefarts · 1 year

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A Song Of Second Chances chapter 3

Summary: Lora gets to geek out and makes a few friends along the way. More caf and even more feels.

Warnings: Angst, talks of trauma, Lora being a bit too self-aware. If I missed anything please let me know. I'm bad at this.

A/N: I'm sorry it's taken so long to get this out there. Mental health issues, moving, and computer glitches are not nice things to deal with all at the same time.

I watched as Obi-wan made his way to another door not far from my own and smiled softly as that door slid open and his expression fell into that of exasperation. Anakin must not be resting the way he’s supposed to. I turned and entered my own room. Digging through my pockets I quickly found my phone and turned it on.

“No new notifications. Fancy that,” I muttered pulling up an app and tapping the screen. Music soon filled the silence and I set the phone on the side table before falling onto the bed. That little meltdown took a lot out of me. I shook my head against the thoughts that were now trying to invade my mind. The warmth of Obi-wan's arms, his unrecognizable yet somehow still familiar scent was plaguing me. I sat up and stared down at my feet. I shook my head.

“Yeah, not gonna happen,” I said shaking my head free from the starstruck crush that was creeping up on me. Moving my attention to my duffel bag, I snatched it up and started digging around throwing a few articles of clothing onto the bed next to me. I also pulled a pack of cleansing wipes from a side pocket and set it next to the clothes. Standing and stretching I removed my jacket and shirt, shuddering as the cool air hit my skin. Pulling one of the wipes from the pack I scrubbed lightly under my arms and around my neck. Discarding the wipe, I grabbed another and wiped the vestiges of my tears from my face. It wasn’t much but it refreshed me, and I felt a bit better. I grabbed the black sweater I had set on the bed and pulled it over my head. It was soft and flattered my figure, with muttonchop-style sleeves billowing around my upper arms. I smoothed the knit fabric over my front and pulled a dark olive-green tube top over it. Satisfied with how that looked I tugged a pair of dark brown leg warmers out of the bag and pulled them up over my black jeans, settling the tops just above my knees. I caught my reflection in a small mirror on the wall and grimaced.

“My hair is a mess,” I said bending to pull my brush from the confines of my bag. Making my way over to the mirror, I pulled my hair from the messy ponytail I had it in. I pulled the brush through my hair gently working out any knots I came across. It fell to the small of my back in dark soft waves and I turned my head back and forth trying to decide what to do with it. After deciding, I started to braid it as a knock at the door startled me.

“Come in,” I called. The door slid open and Obi-wan stepped in.

“Almost ready?” he asked. I nodded, finishing my braid and tossing it over my shoulder. Obi-wan paused and looked me up and down.

“Something wrong with what I’m wearing?” I stammered suddenly unsure about my decision on what to wear. He shook his head reassuring me with a gentle smile.

“It looks perfectly fine. I would even say the look suits you,” something flashed in his eyes as he spoke though what it was, I wasn’t sure. He had put up walls so I couldn’t read him as easily.

“Thank you, again. Before we continue our tour would you mind if we stopped at the refectory for a cup of coffee and maybe a snack? I think I need a pick-me-up after my little... episode,” I smiled sheepishly at him, and he chuckled.

“That actually sounds quite good, especially after fighting with that stubborn padawan of mine,” he responded with an exasperated groan that made me giggle.

“I’m gonna guess he wasn’t resting like he should have been? Probably working on some little gadget or droid,” I said rolling my eyes with amusement.

“Close, he was drafting upgrades for the speeder he’s been trying to save up for,” Obi-wan grumbled.

“Yeah, that definitely sounds like something he would do,” I nodded as I made my way through the door with him following closely behind.

“He’s quite the difficult boy, but he does have his moments. I just hope he doesn’t feel like you’re intruding,” Obi-wan mused, running his hand over his jaw. I snorted.

“I think it might actually be good for him,” I said, grasping my hands behind me. Obi-wan glanced over at me.

“How do you figure that?” he asked.

“Well at this point he sees you as an older brother, father-type figure. Something he never had when he was growing up on Tatooine. He did have his mother though, and from what I can gather they were very close before he left. A female figure he can look up to might be beneficial,” my explanation was simple and Obi-wan nodded slowly, processing what I had said.

“As it is he doesn’t have many close friends his age. The other padawans his age don’t really feel comfortable around him due to his status as ‘the chosen one’ and unfortunately, they tend to keep him at arm’s length because of it,” Obi-wan's eyes widened.

“I always knew he didn’t have many friends, but he never really spoke of it. He always changed the subject when I brought it up,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, he’s stubborn. He probably doesn’t want it to be seen as a weakness, what with the Jedi’s beliefs about attachment and possession. He’s probably been misinterpreting them. Hell, I know I did when I was younger,” I shook my head at the memory. Obi-wan tilted his head at me in curiosity.

“There are a few things I still disagree with but as I got older and dealt more and more with the traumatic scenarios in my life, I realized it was less about repressing emotion and more about learning that there is a time and place for certain emotions,” I sighed as certain memories bounced around in my head. I pushed them away.

“There was a time when my fear and anger were the only things keeping me alive, though I never let them show. I didn’t want to give that bastard the satisfaction,” I all but sneered as I spoke. Inhaling deeply, I pushed those thoughts to the surface and exhaled allowing them to dissipate like smoke.

“I almost want to ask what you are talking about, but I feel like it might not be the best idea at the current moment,” Obi-wan said, looking over at me with a slightly bewildered expression. I smile at him.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll find out eventually. The nightmares I still have from time to time will probably make it unavoidable,” I returned my attention to where I was walking as we made our way to the refectory.

“Nightmares? Should I be worried?” he asked half joking. I turned to make eye contact.

“Probably. Despite being known as the most stable member of my family, I’m also known as the most unhinged,” I grinned at him. He nervously returned my grin.

“I’m impulsive, reckless, and in some cases worse than Anakin when it comes to stubbornness,” I continue. I figured I should lay it all out before him, that way he knew what he was getting himself into.

“I’m argumentative and if you tell me I can’t do something, depending on what it is, I’ll do it anyway, just to prove you wrong. It’s an old family tradition, in a way,” I smiled sadly remembering my parents. Obi-wan chuckled.

“I still have a lot of anger. I probably always will,” I said with a sigh.

“Your honesty is admirable. Not many Jedi are willing to admit that,” Obi-wan stated setting his hand on my shoulder. I leaned into the touch.

“Well, I’m not a Jedi yet,” I remind him as he removes his hand from my shoulder, tucking both hands into his sleeves.

“Maybe not, but it's still admirable. Now I think it's time for that cup of caf,” he nodded his head towards the doors of the refectory. I nod and quicken my pace, the same as he does. After we’d each secured our warm beverage, we continued our tour of the temple. The day passed quickly as Obi-wan showed me around, with him revealing bits of history and intrigue about each area. From the training halls to the briefing rooms and meditation chambers each room brought out a new round of excitement as I recognized some rooms from certain scenes from the saga I had grown up loving. We ended our tour at the archives.

“I could probably disappear in here for days on end,” I said quietly as we wove our way through the many shelves. Obi-wan chuckled.

“I did. So many times. Whether it was hiding from my master or just to cool my head,” he whispered. I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of my chest.

“I can see that. I will have one problem if I want to be able to read any of this though. I don’t know how to read Aurebesh. Not to say I can’t read, I can. It’s just hard to read something in a language you’re not familiar with,” I sighed indignantly. I wanted to start reading it all right away. Find out what kind of Jedi lore I was missing out on.

“Well, that will be one of the first things we work on then,” Obi-wan said with a smirk.

“So, when do we leave for Ilum? I know it’s a fair way away even with hyperspace travel,” I asked. He thought for a moment before responding.

“We’ll head out in the morning. Usually, younglings would go in groups on the Crucible but this is a special circumstance so we can just take another ship,” he remarked with a shrug.

“Will we have that ancient droid that teaches younglings how to build their sabers? Huyang, I think his name is?” a part of me hoped Obi-wan would say yes. The thought of pestering the droid, given his rumored origins, with unending questions brought my inner nerd infinite joy.

“Unfortunately, he won’t be able to join us. As it is, Master Yoda sent me a comm not too long ago informing me that he had a large kit prepared for you to use. With that, you should be able to find the materials you’ll need,” he explained.

“Cool! It’s kinda funny actually. There are a ton of people where I’m from that have always wondered and theorized what their lightsabers would have looked like, myself included. Knowing that I’m lucky enough to be able to actually find out what my saber will look like...” I paused, unable to find the words that would describe the feeling.

“Knowing that the childhood dream millions of others also had is being granted to me, it’s amazing, in a way that words can’t describe,” I looked up at him, my eyes wide and a small smile turning up the corners of my mouth. The laugh he responded with was warm.

“That would be a feeling a lot of padawans experience,” he said, smiling down at me with a look I could only describe as nostalgic.

“Tell me, Lora, what do you think your lightsaber should look like?” he asked sounding genuinely curious. I closed my eyes and raised my hand in front of me closing it around an imaginary hilt.

“It would need to be built for durability. The extra weight wouldn’t be an issue. Hand and a half for either single-hand or two-hand capabilities, with a small cross guard perhaps made of beskar or a similar material. Leather grip for comfort and a small pommel for potential melee usage,” when I finished and opened my eyes to look up at Obi-wan his expression was that of impressed surprise.

“That is perhaps the first time I have ever actually heard someone give a functional first description of what their lightsaber should look like,” his compliment made me preen a bit.

“I spent a few years getting free fencing lessons. I kinda miss the feel of a sword in my hand,” I stared down at my empty hand.

“It’s gonna be nice to spar again,” I said meeting his eyes again. He nodded in agreement.

“It will be nice to have another sparring partner for Anakin that I can give demonstrations with,” he admitted rubbing the back of his neck as he stared ahead thoughtfully. I turned and stared down the hall as we made our way back to the refectory to meet Anakin for dinner.

“I’m probably really rusty and the style I learned was nothing like any of the lightsaber forms that I’m aware of, so I’m probably stuck at square one in that department,” I said struggling to not stare at the man next to me. I had to keep reminding myself that this was real life.

“That shouldn’t be too big of an issue, it’s something to build upon, and if you take a padawan eventually it might even become a new form that can be taught,” mused Obi-wan gesturing towards me pointedly.

“That would be cool,” I admitted. That thought had never occurred to me. It made my heart almost skip a beat, at the thought of having a warrior’s legacy. I was still basking in the thought when we arrived at the refectory. The smells coming from the dining hall made my stomach rumble painfully. I was suddenly aware of just how hungry I was.

“What were you thinking of getting? I have no clue what's good. The meat pie that Master Yoda suggested for breakfast was amazing so I’m looking forward to being able to try something else,” Obi-wan stared, side-eyeing me with a bit more concern than what I really felt was necessary.

“What?” I shrank from his stare.

“The fact that you actually liked that meat pie is more than enough to make anyone worry for your sanity, Lora. Most people can’t get past the smell alone,” he explained, coughing into the back of his hand to hide his amusement.

“Well, that explains the number of stares I was getting this morning. Ah well, I’ve never claimed to be sane anyways, might as well roll with it,” I said with a grin and a shrug. We made our way to the serving droid, Obi-wan still fighting laughter on the short walk there.

“I’ll have my usual please, and am I correct in assuming that you will have the same?” Obi-wan smirked as he asked.

“Yes please,” I nodded enthusiastically. The droid just nodded, though based on the mechanized sigh, I was pretty sure if he could, he would have rolled his eyes. After we’d collected our plates and refilled our coffee mugs Obi-wan searched the room, looking for his padawan.

“Found him. He’s sitting with Master Windu,” he stated, leading the way to the table. I eyed my plate as we crossed the room. Once we reached the table and set our food down, Obi-wan slid in with more grace than I had been able to muster in my life so far. Having seated himself across from Anakin, I chose to sit a bit closer in proximity to Master Windu. I had a few questions I wanted to ask the man. My mind stumbled over the people I’ve seen this face portray.

“Hello Master,” I greeted him cheerfully. Master Windu looked up from the data pad next to his plate. When he saw me across the table from him, he smiled broadly at me.

“Lora, hello, how have you enjoyed the Temple so far?” he asked warmly. I grinned in return.

“It’s been more amazing than I’ve ever been able to imagine,” I gushed over everything I had seen that day, unaware of the two sets of eyes watching me.

“Dare I say the gardens definitely brought tears to your eyes,” Obi-wan said over the rim of his coffee mug without looking over at us. He smirked when I shot a glare toward him.

“How could it not? It was like a comforting embrace after all,” I remarked with narrowed eyes and a smirk. Though his brow shot up his expression didn’t change. Unbeknownst to both of us, the exchange was under scrutiny.

“Should I assume that the two of you get along then?” Windu’s amused voice also held a bit of suspicion as he glanced between the two of us. I decided to fuel that fire and nodded, a mischievous grin curling my lips.

“I’d say so. Almost as easily as water and fire make steam," I propped my elbow on the table and rested my chin on my fist. Obi-wan choked on his coffee as I spoke, my voice low, almost flirtatious. Anakin snorted suddenly fighting laughter at his master's expense. Of course, the teenager would get it. Obi-wan glared daggers at his apprentice. Master Windu cleared his throat, his expression stern, despite the amusement I felt from his gaze.

“I’m actually glad I was able to talk to you so soon Master, I have a question I wanted to ask you concerning something you said during the council meeting this morning,” I returned my attention to Windu as Obi-wan wiped the coffee from his beard.

“You said I was a walking contradiction. What did you mean by that?” My curiosity had been rising all day and now seemed like a good time to ask.

“Well, Lora, you have a combination of traits I’ve only seen once before,” Master Windu glanced at Anakin, his expression full of remorse.

“The first time I saw this, it frightened me. When I sensed that fear, that anger, I saw a potential threat. But the moment you chose to show me all that led you to who you are and who you are choosing to become, I realized that they can be powerful allies albeit in a different form than what I have always believed them to be. Although I sense a deep connection to the dark, I also sense an unwavering embracement of the light,” Master Windu’s voice was quiet but somehow, I still heard him over the other chatter in the refectory. My eyes darted to Anakin before settling on my plate where my food had gone cold.

“You are so full of hope, but you seem to have already accepted the possibility you might lose everything,” he continued with added attention from Obi-wan and Anakin.

“Well in a sense I already have lost everything. I know I’ll never be able to see my family or my planet again, what’s stopping the universe from ripping this from me? I don’t seem to have much of a choice, do I? The least I can do is to do everything in my power to be a force of good for however long that may last,” sadness seeped into my smile as I spoke, meeting Windu’s eyes. He remained silent longer than I expected, the empathetic glint in his eyes nearly bringing me to tears for the second time that day. I quickly swallowed the rising lump in my throat. My gaze fell onto Anakin, who was staring at me wide-eyed. I could sense the same pain rolling off him that I had pounding in the confines of my heart.

“Sorry if that seems rather pessimistic, it's been a long day, and everything seems to be happening all at once,” I laughed awkwardly, trying to diffuse the sudden tension.

“Well, I do hope you know, you are more than welcome to talk to any of us if you need,” Master Windu’s words held just the warmth I needed and I latched onto the feeling.

“Thank you, Master. That means more than you know,” I said softly raising one of the cold dumplings from my plate to my mouth. There wasn’t any more conversation until I’d finished my plate at which point, I excused myself.

“I'm going to call it an early night. Thank you for everything,” I smiled at Obi-wan and Windu before turning to face Anakin.

“It was wonderful to meet you Anakin,” I grinned warmly at the teenager, and he smiled awkwardly. I could sense the admiration in him growing slightly. I saw so much of myself in him, as well as so much more that I both dreaded and admired, that it was hard not to feel my heart swell. After I’d said goodnight, I found my way to the padawan’s dormitory and my room. Once the door slid shut behind me, I collapsed, facedown, on my bed.

“Fuuhhhh... what am I getting myself into?” I grumbled; my words muffled by the blanket.

“Those coping mechanisms my therapist taught me had better NOT let me down,” I groaned as I turned onto my back. My eyes wandered to the window, and I lost myself in my thoughts. Deep thought turned to meditation as the sky changed color. I could feel the Force just as much as I could hear it, silent whispers and cries the same as I'd heard all my life. Schizophrenia the people from my old world had called it. A byproduct of stress. I could feel the walls of my small room pressing against me as I let myself expand. I pushed past them feeling the life force flowing through seemingly empty air. My mind was quiet despite feeling both everything and nothing simultaneously. A stray thought brought me back to my little room.

“If I’m gonna be here a while, I should probably figure out what I have,” I grumbled as I sat up feeling more relaxed than I could remember having been. I kicked off my boots and shoved them under the side table out of the way.

“Probably not gonna get any sleep tonight anyways. No matter how tired I am,” I said snatching my duffel bag from where I had left it on the floor. Dumping the contents on the bed I sat cross-legged in front of the disorganized pile. I wanted to pull out my phone and play some music, but a quiet voice in my mind urged me not to.

“I should have organized this better,” I stared at the pile. There were clothing, books, accessories, and a few other random items that I had no clue why I had included. As I started tugging and separating the items a knock at my door startled me causing me to drop an ornate-looking resin-cast goat’s skull embellished with a purple gem in the center of its forehead. I panicked slightly.

“Come on in,” I called as I snatched the wall décor off the floor. The door slid open, and an embarrassed and frustrated-looking Anakin stepped in.

“Anakin? What's up?” I asked tilting my head at him.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to bother you, but I could sense you were still awake,” the teen shuffled his feet as he spoke, his eyes concentrating on his hands as he picked at the sleeves of his tunic.

“You’re fine. I doubt I was gonna get much sleep anyways. It’s my first time out in space tomorrow. I’m both excited and terrified,” I admitted setting the skull on the table beside me.

“I think you’ll be fine,” Anakin said sitting on the floor next to the bed.

“Yeah, probably. First-time flier though so it’s still one of those scary first times that I never thought I’d get to experience. It’s fun,” I chuckled and shrugged.

“You’ve never flown?” Anakin sounded almost insulted. I shook my head.

“Nope, never. Where I’m from, flying is for the more well-off. I was a poor little peasant. Never had the time to fly anywhere anyways. I had to work too much,” I chose my words carefully. It was all true, but I wanted to emphasize certain similarities between us.

“But enough about me. Why can’t you sleep? Obi-wan would probably get a bit upset if he knew you weren’t in bed,” I asked as I continued my organizing. Anakin sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Yeah, he would, but he’d also tell me that dreams are just dreams. But I feel like you’d understand a bit better,” he explained looking beaten.

“Your mother?” I asked softly. He looked up at me and nodded, his eyes meeting mine. I smiled kindly at him.

“Your master is right that dreams are only dreams. But I also feel like maybe they’re a good thing. What do your dreams show you?” Anakin blinked at me as I spoke.

“Mostly pain. And there’s nothing I can do for her. Sometimes though it's like my mom is just talking to me,” he explained eyeing me cautiously. I nodded as I crossed my arms across my chest.

“I’ve had the same kind of dreams. For a while, I was terrified of them becoming reality. But when I acknowledged the fear behind them and discovered the root cause of that fear, I realized they were there to help me,” I told him. Anakin leaned closer as he listened.

“As for the dreams where your mom is just talking to you, perhaps it’s the Force just trying to help you feel closer to her. Obi-wan told me a bit about your history. When you left home and came to the temple, it was a bit traumatic for you wouldn’t you say?” It was a lie. Obi-wan hadn't said anything to me about the boy’s past, but it must have been believable because Anakin just tilted his head confused.

“Traumatic?” his eyes narrowed.

“I wouldn’t consider that traumatic,” he said stubbornly. I sighed, having forgotten this galaxy’s systems.

“On my world, Anakin, what you went through at such a young age, you were what? Nine? That would have been considered very traumatic. Slavery, forced into dangerous, possibly life-threatening competitions, leaving home with someone who could easily be considered a complete stranger? Having said stranger suddenly murdered leaving your fate uncertain? Yeah sweetie, I think you might have a few issues,” I pursed my lips and stared at him as the horror in his eyes grew.

“Though based on your expression, I’d say the revelation was more traumatizing than the actual events. You gonna be all right, kiddo?” I asked, having grown concerned by his silence. He straightened and inhaled, grounding himself. Upon exhaling he looked up at me again, fighting back tears.

“Yeah, I'll be fine, I think. But, when you put it in that light, it's no wonder the council didn’t want to let me be trained,” he pawed at his eyes, wiping away a few tears that had stealthily made their way down his cheeks.

“Maybe I was right when I made that choice to leave the order. But Obi-wan made me think that I was where I'm supposed to be,” his voice cracked as he spoke, and I could feel the anger and sorrow both building within him. I didn’t know what to say but I did know I had to say something. My hand shot out to his shoulder.

“Anakin, look at me,” he stared up into my eyes and I yanked him, by his robes up into a firm hug.

“You are right where you belong. I can guarantee that. Did Obi-wan tell you why the council decided to let me into the order?” I rubbed circles on his back with one hand, the other smoothing down the hair on the back of his head. He shook his head against my shoulder, sobs wracking his body.

“I’m a seer. I’ve had visions that have shown me exactly where a lot of people end up on their current paths. You and Obi-wan have featured very prominently in these visions. There are things I’m gonna work to change, but the one thing I will fight to keep the same is you within the order. You belong here. The amount of good you bring to this galaxy is irrefutable,” Anakin pulled away from me to stare at me with wide, hopeful eyes.

“Is that true?” he asked, his voice still quivering. I nodded cupping his cheek in my hand, with the warm smile of a mother comforting her child.

“Every word, I promise,” I reassured him, using my thumb to wipe away a stray tear. He hiccupped before throwing his arms around my neck, startling me. His admiration of me had grown even more than before, and it caught me by surprise. I hadn’t expected to make that much of an impact so soon. I leaned into the hug, a sense of comfort washing over both of us.

“It’s late, you should probably get back to bed,” I whispered into his ear. He nodded and scrambled to his feet. I stood and slipped my feet into my boots, without tying them.

“Yeah. You’re right. Thank you for talking with me,” he sniffled with a wet smile, suddenly looking much more like the child he was than the warrior he was training to be.

“Of course. And if you ever need to talk again, I’m only a couple of doors away,” I gestured the short distance between our doors. He smiled as I walked him to his room. Entering his room, I glanced around at the assortment of small broken mechanisms and droids scattered around. He always had been good at fixing things. I followed him to his bed and once he’d slid under the blankets, I tucked them around him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He seemed to lean into this small show of affection, and I felt my heart beat a bit faster.

“Sleep well, Ani. I’ll see you in the morning,” I whispered softly. As I made my way to the door, tiptoeing through the obstacle course of parts and hardware I heard his voice quietly call after me.

“I will, Lora. Thank you again,” he said as I stepped out the door. I smiled back at him before the door slid shut. After getting back to my own room, I quickly put my things in designated spots and stared for a moment at my own bed, feeling like maybe I would sleep if I tried. I stripped out of my clothes and changed into a t-shirt and pajama pants, setting the clothing I had been wearing on the desk intending to wear them again in the morning. Sliding into bed and curling around my stuffed animal I flicked my hand towards the control panel by the door turning the lights off. Soon enough I was drifting into a restful and thankfully dream-free sleep.

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fandomtrashoe · 2 years

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Obi-Wan Kenobi 3: Order 66+Exile (Love Story Inspiration)

Since the show has finally started I wanted to share my 3 part playlists again:

This part includes order 66 and its trauma, but also living in exile together. In my mind they find peace there even though they struggle for some time. They get married and start a family. Living the life they promissed each other during the clone wars until Luke takes them on another adventure and Obi dies…

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thesassypadawan · 3 months

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🖤💛Inbox/Requests Are Open🤍💙

❤️Hey, all you lovelies! Just figured I'd do a little post saying that my inbox is always open!

💙Fair warning though, I can sometimes be slow on replies...so I apologize in advance!

💚I write for Anakin, Vader, Hayden, Obi-Wan, and Qui-Gon.

❤️I'm open for pretty much anything (smut, fluff, and combo of both)! If you'd like to see additional parts to my preexisting stories, let me know! I'm always happy to do so!

💙I will not write for the following themes:

Urine/Scat/Excessive Blood

Death/Gore

AU Scenarios (Except for RealWorldReader, Non-Burnt Vader, Sith Obi-Wan, or Sith Qui-Gon)

Underage

Self Harm

💚Hope to hear from you soon!

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hellotherekenobi · 1 year

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Like A Living Mirage.

Summary: before everything Obi-Wan hoped in crumbled, he knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He just never imagined twin suns in his future.

Word Count: 2,382

A/N: Based on this song & this ask & to the user whose blog was deactivated before I could finish the request. I hope this finds you in another life.

CW/TW: Obi-Wan’s POV; mentions of Order 66, injury, blood, & death; just pure fluff otherwise.

Sunsets where the oranges and pinks melt together into a simmering and radiant red, golden on the skyline.

There are many aspects of life that are beautiful.

Dew-covered viridescent leaves after the rain has poured, soaking into the dirt and enveloping what feels like the entire earth in a rich, refreshing aroma.

Twilight nights when the stars glitter and glow, reflected in the ripples on the lake below like a mirror to the sky.

There is so much beauty in everything, and even more to discover in the unknown. But no beauty compares to you.

Obi-Wan has known since the moment he laid eyes on you that you are the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. Growing to know you only added to that beauty, being able to see so much of your personality in your appearance.

It doesn’t matter what you wear, or how you style yourself, he is always going to believe that beauty begins and ends with you. Even your voice is radiant. He’s never truly understood addictions, but he can very well say that he’s addicted to you.

Which makes the separation more painful.

Being both Jedi, you each had your respective roles in the war. It wasn’t pretty and as it closed, it only got worse. Many brave soldiers died and many innocent people, too. Even friends.

With his Jedi duty, Obi-Wan had much weighing down on his shoulders. He had lost his brother, Anakin, to the Dark Side, and the war was lost as well. He had trained and fought and failed, and all that was left was an empty shell of a man who once thought hope was more powerful than anything.

Despite the years and the pain, he tries to keep that hope. Anakin and Padmé’s children—the boy, Luke, and the girl, Leia—were cared for under reliable hands. But Obi-Wan could not sit there and do nothing, so he promised to look after the boy on Tatooine, though his help wasn’t entirely welcomed.

It is not an easy task, which is why he had hoped—there that word is again—that you would be by his side to help him.

That was not the case.

He remembers it all too well, having seen you laid on the marble and cracked floor of the Jedi Temple, flattened under a crumbled structure that once held the ceiling but caved under what most likely was an explosion.

There was blood and soot and dust as far as the eye could see, and he prayed with each shaken breath that you were alive. He had lost his brother, he could not lose another piece of his heart.

The Jedi masters before him must have heard his prayers, as when he kneeled to the floor and grabbed your hand tightly, you had coughed yourself back to consciousness, having fallen under after the impact.

Your battalion had turned on you, as did all the clones during that time. Fortunately, you were assumed dead by them and they had left you there. Obi-Wan fears, even now, that had he been even a few minutes later in finding you, you might have been truly dead.

Come with me, he had spoken to you when you both stumbled down the hallway. Come away with me, just the two of us. But you had turned down his offer. Much like he had Anakin, you had someone important as well and you wanted to find them.

But you promised him that one day you would reunite. One day the two of you would be together since the Order had fallen and there was no devotion left to lean upon. Yes, you would meet him one day and you would give him your heart, just as he gives you his—has given you his—and life would never be spent waiting again.

You promised him and he, ever the patience lover, waited for you.

He still does. Obi-Wan waits for you on sandy hills, in darkened corners in cantinas he’d much rather stay out of but he had a duty and he gave his word. He waits under starlit nights, in the concentration he gives to laborious tasks, in each whisper of your name on his lips when he misses you like the sun misses the moon when it rises.

The most he sees of you are in the mirages early in the morning, or late in the afternoon when the twin suns are especially hot. Glossy and rippling against the land, looking like glass or water. When he’s lonely, he looks out across the mirage and he sees you walking toward him with a smile on your lips as you tell him he ought to be more patient.

But patience is never worn gracefully on a broken heart.

When he opens his mind to the thoughts of you and of the war, of what he left behind and what had fallen before he did, every little mistake comes through. He’s tortured by past actions, past words, and past hesitations.

Had he given his hand to you all those years ago and whisked you both away from everything, would things be different?

He knows things would most likely be worse. Though he torments himself with cruelties of how he is at fault for Anakin’s betrayal, he knows deep down that had he not been there at all then maybe there would be more pain inflicted on the galaxy.

How he wishes the pain would surrender his heart, however. He feels aged more by that than by the years, or the grey hairs now featured on his appearance.

Would you still love him, knowing he’s grown older? Of course, everyone does, but he imagines you would never. Your beauty, your presence, is evergreen and glistening. You could walk into his life with wrinkles and he’ll still believe you as more beautiful than when he saw you last.

How time makes a fool of everyone. He wilts away in Tatooine sand, watching his life unfold to him in dreams. In memories.

“Tell me again,” you smiled at him once on a sunkissed afternoon, sitting on marble steps leading into a natural pond.

He was just a padawan then but you, oh Maker—you were the glow of the sun, heating him up from the inside out. He wanted to spend every day with you when there you both sat waiting for your masters, your boots beside you as you swayed your feet in the water.

His cheeks were rosy when you smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but feel delighted. “You are timeless,”

Your face lit up and you laughed, something heartful and bashful in such a serene way. He wanted to make you laugh like that all the time.

“And lovely,” he continued, teasing further but his words were drenched in honesty. “And divine, and splendid,”

Obi-Wan shuffled closer to where you sat, his arm brushing up against yours and leaning into you as you turned your face away. He hadn’t needed to see it to know you were still smiling at him, still loving the tender words he flourished to you.

“And beautiful,” he whispered next, his hand gently placed upon your shoulder.

“Tell me once more,” you had replied in a similar whisper, turning your face toward him, so close and alluring as your eyes glanced at his mouth.

“You are so beautiful,”

He would have kissed you then, had it not been for your master’s voice reaching you both from the top of the staircase. It was enough to draw you away from him, yet that smile remained bright across your lips which he yearned to know.

“You are a tease, Obi-Wan—” you laughed, standing up from the pond, your feet wet as you dipped down to his level to kiss his cheek. “Never change.”

He promised to stay that way for you and he did, even when times grew tough and challenges turned great. He remained the whimsical boy he was beside the pond that afternoon if only to hear you laugh again like you were both children, not peacekeepers.

Despite the eloquence of training and maturing under the Jedi wing, you two were ever young at heart; constantly teasing and flirting with each other, much to the disapproval of your master. Though he wonders what Qui-Gon would have said about it had he not suffered, living long enough to see the way Obi-Wan’s affections grew for you with the years.

No matter how long it had been, Obi-Wan was always youthful around you. Even when he gained more responsibility in the Order. He felt as if he lived two separate lives, though that was hardly the case. But with the Council, with Anakin, with the soldiers and allies, he was responsible. Around you, he was giddy, romantic, and slightly senseless.

He tried desperately to remain the same when you parted ways, but the truth was that he was anguished. And he let honor fall.

“You promise me, won’t you, Obi-Wan?” Your voice was muffled in his shoulder, your arms wrapped tightly around him.

It was one of the few moments he had ever held you in his arms. This time, completely wrapped up in you with his cheek pressed to your temple, and words ebbing from his grieved lips.

“I promise you deeply,” he murmured, holding you tighter. “I will wait until my dying breath. Just promise me that you’ll be there.”

“I will—” you kissed his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. “I will come back to you, Obi-Wan.”

“Please,” his voice was weak, wilting helplessly. “Please, my love,”

He could not let you go. He was not ready to do so, not when he was alone. But he knew you had a commitment like he once had and he could not hold you from it, no matter how desperately he wanted to be the one you ran to.

Time was melting at the seams as his fingers caressed your face, hooking under your jaw and earlobe, like a man desperate to keep ahold of a precious possession. Your eyes were glossy from tears, but your lips were near. He couldn’t let you go like this.

So, he pleaded. “Kiss me.”

When you leaned forward without any hesitation, as if you were waiting for him to ask you, he felt himself come alive. He sparked bright, gleaming iridescent against your lips. Soft but ardent touches restored his broken hope, giving him more life than anything before him ever did or ever will again.

There he opened his heart to you. He parted his lips and opened his lungs, breathing in your love. It was stronger than anything he’s ever felt before, and he holds onto that feeling—onto the memory of your lips against his own and your fingers wrapped around his robes—when he looks across the horizon, waiting to see you return to him.

One day, you’ll be in his arms again if he just waits.

When you find him, you won’t find Obi-Wan. You’ll find Ben; a worker on Tatooine with no family behind him and none to plan for in the future. You’ll find a man with callouses and scars on his skin, with dusted clothes and lines under his eyes. He won’t be exactly the same, but he hopes you’ll have him.

The wind kicks up the layers of clothes you wear when you walk the distance of the skyline to where he sits, aching on a rock that acts like a surface to perch on, somewhere in the depths of the mirage.

It’s not real, he knows that. You’re not really here. He’s seen your face so many times in this same place in those hopeful wishes of his. Though, this time, you look different from what he’s usually imagined. He’s remembered you in Jedi robes. You’re not wearing them this time.

How the sky could laugh at him when he, for a moment, tips into the belief that he’s not dreaming this time. But that can’t be the case. You’ve promised him and he’s never doubted your word, but surely...

Have you found him yet?

The figure of you keeps walking toward him. You don’t disappear into the mirage like you so often do. Instead, you grow nearer and Obi-Wan imagines something he’s never had before; the sound of your boots scraping across the sand.

And you stop in front of him, and he’s squinting up at you like a fool, and you tug the scarf covering the lower half of your face.

And you speak. “I hope you haven’t sat in the sun all day,”

He sits there silently, still watching you. Still waiting for you to disappear. Then you take another step toward him, reaching out to card gentle fingers through the grey in his hair.

“You’re quite handsome in silver.”

Your touch wakes him up and he slowly takes your hand in his, removing your fingers so happily dancing between auburn and grey strands. Immediately, holding your hand—the feeling of your skin underneath his fingertips—assures him that he’s not dreaming at all.

“My love,” he says breathlessly, pressing dazed lips against your palm.

You come down to your knees, brushing your fingers along his cheeks as you hold his face with both your hands.

“I’m here, Obi-Wan,” you smile at him. “I’m here to stay.”

There’s no stopping it, so Obi-Wan lets himself cry. Tears stream down his cheeks as he kneels down to you, and you wrap your arms around him in a hug that he began to think he might never feel again.

Everything was waiting here for you and now every word you spoke to him rings true. Your promise came to life and he’s come alive again at your touch, feeling for the first time in all the years it’s been that he’s a boy again and you’re the padawan he wanted to make laugh all the time.

Belief in hope is a powerful thing, but belief in the one you love is revitalizing.

And Obi-Wan loves you, ever since he was a boy. He loves you forever. He loves you on into the next life. He loves you as the stars climb the sky, under which he marries you just like he himself promised on a sunkissed afternoon by the pond.

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18+ -- saw someone do somethin' like this please lmk so I can give credits <3

Anakin Skywalker who fucks you cruelly, pounding your tight hole with no mercy whatsoever, with his firm grip on your hair, your body arches in perfect alignment for him, cries of pleasure escaping your lips exclusively for him, and him alone.

"yeah? you fuckin' like this huh?" he hisses into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, and in mere moments, you nod eagerly, tears glistening in your eyes.

"mmph, so good ani!," you whimper, lost in the intoxicating bliss of his touch.

His lips, warm and eager, pepper kisses all along your neck, while his hand boldly grasps at your ass, fingers kneading the flesh with firmness, relishing in its ample curves.

Anakin Skywalker, the epitome of pleasure, satisfies you so profoundly that each withdrawal elicits a fervent whimper from your lips. Fortunately, he shows no inclination to leave your embrace anytime soon, keeping you blissfully consumed by his huge cock, touchin' at your good spot just perfectly.

"you're so unbelievably tight for me, doll," he coos, his words dripping with praise as he drives deeper into you, his pace quickening. Your hands clutch at the bedsheets, your back arching even more as his sweet words fuel your desire.

"oh my fuck," you whimpered, your eyes closing tightly as sensations threatened to overwhelm you.

"that's all you've got to say?" he taunts, his hand delivering a sharp smack to your ass before he grips your neck, his lips hovering just above your ear.

He's talking to you as if you could speak full on sentences with the way he was fucking you, with the way he fucks you, he's too good.

"tell me, baby, does this feel good?" he teases, a devilish glint in his eyes as he mocks your pleasure, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. All you can manage is a nod and a moan, which only fuels Anakin's desire to dominate you further.

"come on, use that pretty mouth, tell me," he demands, his voice laced with cruelty.

Anakin Skywalker who relentlessly pushes you to the brink until all you can muster are fragmented gasps of pleasure. With each assertive thrust, he claims you anew, pulling back only to tease before delving back in, melding your pussy while his cock is covered in your cum, not daring to put any of it to waste.

His lips find yours, a fleeting taste of heaven before his sultry voice commands your surrender, his awfully filthy words only leading you to make a mess all over him, again.

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Judge: He’s responsible for killing children

Me: But your honor, he’s just so baby girl

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The Bond Between Us ~ 55

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,615ish

Summary: Obi-Wan and you continue to heal together after all the trauma.

Notes: Hopefully you guys enjoy the fluff in this chapter!

Trips into town quickly became hard on both of you.

Your heart broke when you first found Obi-Wan staring longingly at a little girl playing with a doll. It was then you realized that he secretly wanted a child and you weren’t able to give that to him. Giving his hand a squeeze, you pulled him out of his trace. He gave you a tight smile before bringing your hand up so that he could kiss the back of it.

Then there was the time when Obi-Wan slipped into a shop and you stayed outside. You were looking around when a pregnant woman caught your eye. You watched on as the woman wandered from stall to stall, one of her hands resting on her protruding belly. Tears pricked your eyes when a man came up to join her. His hands went to her belly as he leaned down and talked to it. The woman laughed as she watched. Obi-Wan came out of the shop to see you focused on the scene in front of you. His eyes moved to the scene as the man kept his hands on the woman’s belly and kissed her softly. Obi-Wan came up and around to stand in front of you. When your eyes finally focused on him, he could see how sad that scene had made you. He leaned in and kissed you softly, trying to tell you that it was okay.

When you weren’t picking things up in town—or doing odd jobs to make sure you had enough credits to survive—you both were working on your new house. It was basically done, just a few things here and there. So the two of you had broken down the tent and officially moved in. Obi-Wan had no care about the decoration of the house, he only wanted you to be happy. Though he realized the two of you had to use your credits sparingly, he kept a few safely tucked away for when he noticed you looking at something in town. If able, he would secretly buy it for you, whether it was for the house or just for you.

You were cooking up dinner, your back facing away from Obi-Wan. He was leaning against the doorway, shamelessly staring at you with his loving, doe eyes. You could feel him doing so, and he knew it, but neither of you cared. There was a sense of normalcy about it. Something that you had believed you would never truly be able to have if you had remained in the Order. Or, in actuality, if the Order had remained.

Obi-Wan watched as you moved around the kitchen for a few moments until you were stand-still at a spot. He pushed himself off the edge of the wall and came over. Carefully, so as not to disturb you from your actions, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder. You leaned back into him slightly as you kept working. The two of you stayed like that in silence until dinner was done. Before you could say anything or make the move to get them yourself, Obi-Wan had moved to grab the needed items to be able to eat.

“Thank you,” you whispered with a smile.

“Of course, my dear,” he responded, kissing your temple.

The two of you served yourselves food before going over to the table that resided in the kitchen. You ate in pleasant silence, okay with simply each other’s company. It was toward the end of the meal when Obi-Wan broke the silence.

“I have something for you,” he told you.

“Obi,” you sighed. “How many times have I told you that I don’t need these gifts? I simply need you. You have already done so much for me alright.”

“Little star, I will never do enough for you… Besides, I believe you deserve nice things too.”

“Seriously, I—“

“I’ll be right back.”

Before you could continue arguing with him, Obi-Wan got up and disappeared into another area of the house. You sighed as you stood up, picked up the dishes, and took them over to the sink to begin cleaning them. The sound of Obi-Wan nervously clearly his throat got you to look over your shoulder. In his hands, laid a small brown paper package. You put down the dishes you had been cleaning and turned around, wiping your hands off on the robes you were wearing.

“What is that?” You asked softly.

“Just open it,” Obi-Wan said, taking a few steps toward you and holding the package out to you.

Carefully, you took the package from him. You balanced it in one of your hands while the other started to carefully open it. Your breath caught in your throat as the sight of the brightly colored fabric peeked through. (Of course, though, anything was brightly colored compared to the robes you and Obi-Wan have worn for years.) Pushing the package edges aside, you were able to see the piece of clothing better.

“It’s a dress,” Obi-Wan told you. You glanced up to see that he was standing there, clearly nervous that you wouldn’t like this gift. “I saw you eying it a few weeks ago in the market and saved up to get it for you.”

“Oh, Obi,” you breathed out.

Your eyes fell back onto the piece of clothing as your hand went to lift it up to inspect it more. The dress was simple—no real design on it—and it wasn’t too fancy either. It was like the dresses you had seen other women wear around Tatooine, just a little newer and nicer.

“It’s so pretty,” you whispered, eyes filling with tears.

“I know you have been struggling, with so much, and I just wanted to give you something that made you feel… well, normal,” Obi-Wan explained. “I also know that you deserve to wear more than just these old robes that remind you of the Order.”

“This is too much. I don’t—“

“Stop that.” Obi-Wan took the needed steps to be directly in front of you. His rough hands came up to hold your face softly. “My little star, this is not too much. Let me spoil you the best I can. I have so many years to make up for.”

“We,” you corrected. “We have so many years to make up for.”

You leaned closer and captured his bottom lip between yours. Not letting go of the dress, you pressed your body closer to his. The hands Obi-Wan had on your face moved down your back and stopped at the small of it, allowing him to help your body be closer to his.

“Thank you, Obi,” you mumbled against his lips. “I love you so much.”

“Not as much as I love you, little star,” he replied. “Do you want to try on your new dress?”

“I think I will after we…”

You gave him a look before kissing him harshly. You started moving, causing him to stumble back into the wall. Playing biting his lip, you elicited a moan out of Obi-Wan. You smirked as he quickly lifted you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. Giggling slightly, you enjoyed as he started to take control of the situation. Obi-Wan pulled his face slightly away from yours before taking the dress from your hands and throwing it over one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

“Can’t have that get ruined yet,” he commented before his lips smashed onto yours again.

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As the two of you lay naked, cuddled together in your bed, you could tell that something was on Obi-Wan’s mind. His eyes seemed to be far off though he was right here with you, tracing patterns against your bare skin.

“What is it?” You asked him softly, one of your hands moving to comb through Obi-Wan’s long locks.

“Hmm?” He hummed, still dazed.

“Your mind is someplace else. I could figure it out myself but I would rather you tell me what’s got you like this.”

Obi-Wan sighed, keeping his eyes focused on this hand that was drawing patterns on your skin. “I need to begin training with Master Qui-Gon again.” You nodded. “I know that you are not ready for that yet—that you may never be—but I need to start up again. The Force is telling me that I will need what he will teach me in the future.”

“I know… I can feel it too… Obi-Wan, I don’t know if I will ever trust the Force, or anyone from the Order, ever again… I trust the Force when it comes to our bond but I… I cannot train with Qui-Gon anymore. I have to heal and try to move on.”

“I understand. If you do not want me to train with Master Qui-Gon, I will—“

“No, no.” You placed a hand on his chest as you moved your head so that Obi-Wan would be forced to look at you. “You do what you need to. I promise that I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure? I do not want to do anything that would upset you or possibly hurt you more.”

You gave him a small smile. “I’m sure.” You gave him a light kiss on his lips. “I trust you and how you use the Force. Train with Qui-Gon, do what you need to, but just always come back home to me and make sure I never sleep alone.”

“I can do that.”

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Knowing

I have just had the worst, or best, brainwave and I need to share it.

Here is an AU for you.

Vader thinks that he killed his wife and child, right?

Right up until he meets little Leia Organa when she is 10 years old. Like his one brain cell woke the fuck up when he was confronted with a passionate, angry little girl with Padme’s eyes and his chin. This is maybe a month after she was kidnapped and returned to Alderaan. Leia decides that she would need to learn how to be a senator and insists that Bail takes her with him to the next session of the imperial senate.

Bail does not want to bring her to the imperial senate. However he knows very well who her birth parents were, it is either Bail brings Leia to the Imperial Senate or Leia brings Leia to the Imperial Senate, probably bringing with her someone she really shouldn’t (Like actual Obi Wan Kenobi-I just want you to picture for a moment, because Bail certainly did, looking up and realizing that Leia is charging down the halls outside his office, dragging with her a bemused and sandy Obi Wan, both in badly conceived disguises).

Bail is super stressed as he tries to run a rebellion while riding herd on his well meaning but very direct 10 year old daughter on top of his normal duties as an imperial senator. Bail is also very afraid that the moment the Emperor sees Leia, he will make the connection between Leia and Padme Amidala (The emperor does not socialize with the senate any longer, thank the stars). He has no idea that Vader was once Anakin Skywalker, so has no cause to be more careful than normal (because Vader) about Vader seeing Leia. As such Bail does not even notice when Vader stops to consider them from the shadows. Leia is haranguing another planet’s senatorial aide who had chosen the wrong moment to make a bigoted joke.

Vader is very abruptly, though mentally, thrown back to this very hallway 12 years earlier where he watched his wife do the same thing, for the same reason, possibly to this same aide. Though Leia is still a child and Padme was an adult, he can still see his wife in this little girl.

The realization that this is Padme’s child hits him with the force of a Ventanor. Followed immediately, before he even realized that this meant that his child was standing in front of him, by the soul deep knowledge that she must be protected from the Emperor at all costs.

Vader had known for years that his suit had been designed to cause him more pain, he just thought he deserved it. The thought of Palpatine getting ahold of Padme’s daughter was abhorrent. Vader sticks to the shadows and watches, seeing how well Bail loved and protected Leia.

While he is thinking(read Obsessing) about his daughter, the part of him that is always centered on Obi Wan points out that his old master had been one of the last people to see Padme after Vader choked her. But the little voice that spoke in Padme’s tones piped up, the shock of Leia living being enough to finally make this little voice loud enough to be heard, saying that until recently Obi Wan believed that Anakin Skywalker was all the way dead, he was protecting their child as best as he knew how.

And Vader has issues with just about every choice Obi Wan Kenobi ever made. But he will admit that hiding Padme’s daughter was the best option.

As Vader knows that paying too much attention to Leia would draw the Emperor’s attention, he would be willing to wait until the right moment to get his daughter back. His one concession to his need to protect her was taking one of his personal guard, one of the few units still made up almost entirely of clones, and assigning them to be Leia Organa’s bodyguard, her shadow (I also want you to take a moment to consider what that did for Bail’s stress level). And then Vader gets to planning.

With his one brain cell awake and focused on the Organa’s it takes Vader all of 15 minutes to realize that Bail Organa is running the Rebellion (I want it to be clear, this is not a slight on Bail at all, Anakin Skywalker was a war general, well educated through the Jedi on a number of subjects, and does have a fair measure of politics learning from both his former master and his dead wife). However Vader is no more loyal to the Empire than Anakin was to the Republic. In fact, upon realizing that Padme’s daughter had lived Vader firmly decided that he needed to find a way to kill Palpatine to crown Leia. With the realization that Bail, and likely Leia (neither Vader nor Anakin have any idea what activities are appropriate for a 10 year old), are part of the Rebellion, Vader decides that The Rebellion would succeed (or everyone would die trying).

Note: Vader only really gets away with no one realizing that he now supported the Rebellion because, well, no one can quite believe that Darth Vader supports the Rebellion. Most people think there is a new type of Space Madness, and that one of the symptoms is hallucinating Darth Vader giving you intel for the Rebellion.

By the time Leia was a teenager, rumors abound about the odd way that Vader acted around her. By sheer happenstance (and some judicial violence on Vader’s part) these rumors had never reached the Emperor. A good deal of these rumors implied that Vader was looking to the Princess of Alderaan as a wife. The reaction Vader had, the only time it was brought up in front of him, was…impressive, even for the amount of violence he normally dealt out. Still there are members of Vader’s personal guard who watch over Leia whenever she is on Imperial Center, and no one wants to repeat the time when she was 12 when one of Bail enemies tried to kidnap her for ransom. It took an entire corps of engineers to put those levels back to rights (after they scrubbed the blood off).

So we get all the way up to the timeframe of ANH. The Death Star in this does not start out under the control of Darth Vader. It starts out under the control of Tarkin, it is important to note this. Leia still sends out R2D2 and C3P0 to find Obi Wan Kenobi, none of that part changes.

It is after Leia is captured that Darth Vader shows up (does he lurk silently in any system that Leia is due to be in as often as he can get away with…why yes, yes he does). Tarkin had wanted Leia tortured, however no one wanted to find out how many decks Vader would spread their entrails across for touching her. Vader arrives on the bridge just as Tarkin is threatening to blow up Alderaan. Tarkin orders the weapon to begin its charge.

Leia, Leia who is so like her mother in that she will use every weapon in her arsenal, turns to Darth Vader and speaks to him for the first time. ‘Please’ she said, no effort to hide her distress, ‘please save my planet’

Something Leia had no cause to know-An angel who she resembled once thanked Anakin Skywalker for saving her planet.

Tarkin is dead almost before she finishes speaking. Vader orders the DS weapons to power down and disengage, which is done post haste. Then announces that Leia Organa was now in control.

So Leia now owns a Death Star (genuine article-never used). Leia is not sure if that is how this works, but no one is arguing with the tall man in black who has OPINIONS and will enforce them. Leia manages to communicate this to her parents, who take a shuttle up to the space station to figure out what the fuck is going on, and what, if anything, they need to do next.

Two hours later: Obi Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, R2D2, C3P0, and Chewbacca have just been caught trying to sneak onto the Death Star. The Organas are still on board, trying to get answers (In that time Vader has said precisely five words to them ‘You have raised her well’). It is to this room that the troopers manning the station (who are deeply confused and a bit conflicted because it seems like they may have all been forcibly defected from the Empire, but no one is willing to disobey Lord Vader) bring Obi Wan and co. and present them to Leia, as she is considered in command. Somehow Luke’s full name (I kind of picture him still dumbly introducing himself to Leia, followed with ‘we’re here to rescue you’) gets used before the situation deteriorates. Which naturally causes everything to deteriorate further and faster than before.

Far away on Imperial Center, the Emperor pauses in the middle of a hallway ‘I feel’ he says to no one ‘a disturbance in the Force.’ another pause ‘like some shit has just hit the fan’

Far away on Dagobah Yoda looks up, ‘weird, shit just got’

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