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when it rains (obi-wan x reader)
summary: being in love with obi-wan is great - but it might be less difficult if he knew about it. (commission for @ofmusesandsecrets!)
warnings: language
You were generally quite good at keeping your shit together.
Obi-Wan Kenobi had always been a threat to that.
On the surface, you were everything a Senator could need to be; an intelligent and well-spoken individual, with a high level of education and a passion for change. You always stood up for what you believed in; always spoke up on issues you were passionate about and always fighting the good fight. These were all things that Obi-Wan had loved about you, and in what felt like the galaxy's cruellest Catch 22, it was that love that threatened your ability to upkeep appearances. One glance at him across the Senate, or a brief moment of eye contact at one of the Galas - more often than not where he was your bodyguard - and you were worried it would all come tumbling down.
You had met Kenobi a few years after he'd become a Jedi Master. You were early on in your career as a politician, working as an apprentice to a higher-level representative. Always on the go, with stacks of paperwork in your arms and a million thoughts brewing in your mind, you'd crossed paths with Obi-Wan one morning during a meeting in the Temple. He'd given you a smile, made a quip about how he'd never seen you not on the go (which confirmed to you that he had seen you before and had stared long enough to notice those details about you).
Five years later, you hadn't been able to look at anyone else.
He was your best friend now, undoubtedly and wholly. You saw each other every day at the least - maybe in meetings and occasionally in passing - but he would come to your apartment every night without fail. Mostly just to catch up, and sometimes just to vent. Even on the days where Anakin had driven him to the point of grey hair, you were still happy to listen.
It was raining tonight in Coruscant. A lot. Lashing down from the sky, putting most of the city to a halt. Your afternoon meeting had been cancelled as a result, which meant you'd been holed up in your apartment all afternoon, a mug of tea in one hand and a stack of paperwork in the other. Obi-Wan's first ever comment to you had always rung true; you were always on the go, even when you were sat still. There was always something on your mind - something to create, something to do, something to debate. Sometimes, it made Obi-Wan want to grab your shoulders, give you a little shake and tell you to slow the fuck down.
He turned up just after 8PM - drenched, as expected, and with a slightly wet coffee cup in hand. In your line of work, you could afford a slow afternoon. For Obi-Wan, your busiest day of work was comparable to one he'd find relaxing. You had no doubt that he'd not long wrapped up for the night, so you wasted no time in stepping aside and letting him into your apartment.
"Long day?" you asked, eyebrows raised.
Obi-Wan glared at you. "Long day. Wet day."
"Right, sorry," you snorted. Taking the coffee cup out his hands, you tossed it into the garbage and headed towards your kitchen. "C'mon, I'll make you a drink that's not half rainwater."
"Thank you, darling," he gave you a small smile, hot on your tail as he followed you through the apartment. "I heard the Senate meeting was called early this afternoon."
"Yeah," you replied. "At like 2PM. Half the people due to come couldn't make it due to the weather. It took me two hours to get home."
"You should have come and found me at the Temple," Obi-Wan said. "You know my room is always available."
You knew. You'd always known, even on the nights when Obi-Wan was present there too. How many times had you stayed over after a long night? Snuck back there after a Gala? Just to sleep three feet apart, both your minds working at a thousand miles an hour, purely to resist the urge to reach out towards him and curl up into his side. The idea of domesticity with Obi-Wan was almost enough to kill you, just as it was right now. Here he was, leant against your kitchen counter. He was throwing his wet cloak into your tumble drier, hands reaching for a tea towel on the side. He was acting like he lived here, like he paid half the rent and maker, you wished he would. You wished that he would come back here every night and just fucking stay. With you, here, forever. No outside world; no politics; no stupid Jedi laws.
"Where did you go?" he asked.
You blinked in surprise. "What?"
"Your mind - it went somewhere," Obi-Wan continued. "What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, uh...just work," you forced a smile. "You know how it is."
"I turn off when I'm done," he replied, hand brushing down your arm. "You never really stop, do you?"
I stop thinking about work, you thought to yourself, but I never stop thinking about you.
"No, I will," you murmured. "Sorry."
"Never be sorry," Obi-Wan said.
You snapped back into action, hands quickly chucking ingredients into a mug in order to produce an acceptable cup of coffee. You knew Obi-Wan's routine with his fancy-ass drip filter and organic beans and locally sourced milk. It was a few levels above the instant coffee you were about to press into his hands, but your actions were still met with a smile.
"How are you going to get back to the Temple later?" you asked. "The storm has half the city at a standstill and I beg you not to say that you're walking."
He smiled. "I realised as soon as I got to your building that I may be trapped for the night."
"Right," you replied, fighting back your own smile. "That's sort of the point I was getting to anyways."
Your eyes met, and you couldn't help but sometimes wonder if he felt it too. If his eyes lingered on yours when you turned away, if you were constantly on his mind every moment that you were apart. Of course, it was different for him; after all, the job he'd dedicated his very life to forbade attachment in any form and this? Well, this was the highest form.
"I have some of my brothers clothes in the hallway closet," you broke the silence. "You're welcome to steal some."
Obi-Wan smiled. "Thank you, darling."
It wasn't really a question between you about where he would be sleeping. You only had one bed and you'd already shared before, so what was the point in overcomplicating it? Well...overcomplicating it even more. Nothing about this was simple, and sharing a bed was not the distance you needed for the situation, but what did you care anymore? You yearned to be around the man all the time, even if it meant doing this weird to-and-fro that you'd had going on for half a decade. Him being in your bed just for tonight was fine. You were both tired. You both needed it.
Obi-Wan picked up his mug, giving your arm another squeeze.
"I'm going to go and shower," he said. "Thank you letting me stay."
You smiled and nodded. "Always."
Putting aside your own half empty coffee, you threw it into the sink - that would be tomorrow's problem, as would all of this - and went through to the bedroom. You could hear the shower running, and your mind again went off to that all too familiar place: home. Not here, but wherever Obi-Wan was. What you wouldn't have given to had this every night; you getting ready for bed, him in the shower, both of you planning to end up in the same bed. It wasn't possible. You knew it wasn't possible, as long as he were still a Jedi and as long as you were still a Senator. Hell, you would have thrown your position aside in seconds if it meant being with him. Maybe that was the difference between the two of you.
Changing into a baggy shirt and sweatpants, you threw aside the covers and climbed into bed. The sheets were cold, as they always were when you first went to bed, but knowing someone else was minutes away from warming them up sent butterflies to your stomach. Maybe not butterflies, so much as they were wasps. Big, anxious wasps, at the idea of being in such close proximity with your best friend. What if this was the night that three foot meant fuck all? Maybe you could actually have his arms around; keep him closer for longer, not just a brief hug or a quick touch. This could be it now.
You heard the water shut off and there was a brief shuffling. A few moments later, Obi-Wan exited the bathroom. He'd opted for sweatpants too, but no shirt. Your instincts said to look away, but you couldn't. Hell, you didn't even care that you looked like a creep, watching him as he crossed the room. Obi-Wan barely even noticed, simply placing his boots by the door and climbing into bed beside you. You could feel the heat off his body beside you, arms just inches from touching.
"Was the shower okay?" you asked, eager to break the silence that had once again formed. "I've been having problems with...with my hot water."
"Why are you nervous?"
You blinked. "I'm not nervous."
"Yes, you are," Obi-Wan replied. "You always ramble when you're nervous, and I've never heard you talk about something as boring as how well your shower is working."
"Right," you murmured. "Sorry."
"That still doesn't answer my question," he pushed. "Why are you nervous? It's me, sweetheart."
"Maybe that's exactly why I'm nervous," you muttered. "I'm not sure. I just...it's weird that you're shirtless in my bed."
"Oh," he seemed surprise. "That's okay. I can sleep on the sofa-"
"- no, no, it's fine," you quickly cut him off. "I just never really know what to do these situations, to be honest. When we've slept together before, I've always tried my best to stay on the other side of the bed but...I'm not so sure I want to do that tonight."
Obi-Wan stared blankly ahead for a moment. Okay, so that had been risky as fuck, and for a moment you felt yourself reeling, waiting for his reaction. To your surprise, there wasn't really one. Even when it was the most forward you'd been - without really being forward at all - he still stayed stoic as always. There was no visible response, just a quick blink and a small shrug.
"We're both cold from the rain," he reasoned. "It makes sense. I see no reason why we have to stay on opposite sides of the bed."
Much to your surprise, he was the one to move first. He shuffled onto his side, a large arm coming around your waist and the other snaking underneath you. He pulled you into him, hand guiding your head into his neck and tucking it below his chin. You were stiff for a second, but quickly relaxed - this felt right. Like it was meant to be.
You could faintly smell the remains of his aftershave, mixed with the smell of your shower gel. His skin was still warm from the shower.
(And maybe it was).
"Are you warmer now?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah," you murmured. "Toasty."
He smiled. "Good - now get some sleep."
You knew the morning would come, and that Obi-Wan would have to leave; you knew even more that this might not happen again. Not unless luck was on your side and would happen to lump you together during a storm, or a black out. Or - and the more terrifying option - that you declared your love for him and this would be how every night was.
It was hard to know; hard to tell and predict, just like everything else in the galaxy. Still, you were grateful that Obi-Wan was your best friend, and even more grateful that you had tonight.
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Never Grow Up
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Prompt - ‘Your little hand’s wrapped around my finger and it's so quiet in the world tonight.’
Requested - Yes - Anon
You hadn’t been entirely sure what was happening, one minute you were fighting back to back with Commander Grazer, a dozen more clones fighting around you until the droid army was in pieces. It had been a long battle and you were panting by the end of it, exhausted and desperately praying that Obi-Wan was winning his own battle on Utapau.
When you turned around to check on your men you froze as you came face to face with a blaster and Commander Grazer’s face showing his conflicting emotions as his arm shook slightly. You had just been about to open your mouth when you glanced around and saw the others all had their guns upright and steadily pointed directly at you.
“What is this?” You asked as you reignited your lightsaber, not wanting to use it against the men under your command.
“Execute Order 66!” Commander Grazer said and suddenly there were blaster shots being fired at you from every direction, you just about managed to jump out of the way, using the Force to push the clones aside as you used your lightsaber to deflect as many shots as you could.
The ships were a good few klicks away and you had a full battalion following after you as you darted away from their shots, desperately trying not to get hit. It didn’t help that the planet’s terrain was steep and uneven, full of hills and cliffs.
One of the clones managed to get close enough to try and grab you but when you pushed back, using the Force to push him away you ended up sending yourself tumbling down one of the deep hills, wincing as you felt sharp rocks slicing your robe, some deep enough to pierce your skin.
By the time you had stopped falling your hands were cut, bruises would definitely form and you could feel blood sticking to your shirt. You didn’t have time to stop though, blaster shots were still coming from above and you could see the clones making their way down towards you.
As you ran towards the ships you pressed at your comm but it had taken a hit during your fall and there was no way to get in touch with anybody to see what was happening. You couldn’t even fathom what was happening, these clones, those men had become more than just soldiers under your command, they had turned into friends, family, you fought side by side with them every day. For them to just turn so suddenly didn’t make sense.
You ran until your sides hurt, until the cuts and bruises ached painfully and your feet begged for a break, you pressed on and eventually saw the ships in the distance. The clones were still behind you but you had put a fair bit of distance between you and them, twisting and turning here and there, but every so often a blaster bolt would shoot past you forcing you to run faster.
By the time you actually got to the ships you felt about ready to pass out, the battle that had tired you out to begin with felt like it had happened in another lifetime. You knew you had less than a minute to get on a ship and off the planet before the clones were in their own ships trying to shoot you down.
Somehow you managed it though, jumping into hyperspace just as the clones came into view. You had quickly typed in the coordinates for Coruscant but once you were in hyperspace you figured that might not be the best plan, you weren’t sure just how widespread this thing was with the clones since your comm had broken.
You pressed a few more buttons on the ship before a voice came through, a voice you recognised well and had you sighing in relief to hear but then you registered his words and felt your blood turn cold.
“This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi. Trust in the Force. Do not return to the Temple.”
The Jedi Order had fallen along with the Republic? How could that possibly be the case when just hours before you and Obi-Wan had parted ways with every intent to have the war finished when you saw each other again.
You keyed in Obi-Wan’s private comm number and felt your fear worsen when there was no reply after more than a dozen attempts to contact him. You prayed to the Force he was safe, you knew to get his message out he would have to have gone back to the Temple. Your mind kept trying to conjure every scenario, every bad thing that could have happened to Obi-Wan but you tried to do as he instructed, you had to trust in the Force.
You were still heading toward Coruscant and knew that you had to change course, you were still a few days out but didn’t want to be anywhere near the planet, it was too dangerous. You needed a new destination but had no idea where was safe.
You wanted Obi-Wan.
With Obi-Wan not answering his comm you moved onto other people who might know something. Anakin was your next call but you had a bad feeling, he had been on Coruscant and whatever had happened with the clones with you it was clearly happening on Coruscant too and when Anakin didn’t answer you tried desperately to shut your mind off. You tried Padmé after that, she was also on Coruscant but she would have been rushed away from the danger and yet she too failed to answer.
You felt sick to your stomach, whatever was happening on Coruscant must have been deadly, the Empire had taken over and you just hoped your friends were safe.
You tried one more person, praying and begging with the Force to let this call connect because you didn’t know what you were supposed to do if it didn’t.
“Y/N?” A voice exclaimed startling you back to reality, eyes snapping open to look at the holo in front of you. “You’re alive!”
“Bail.” You breathed out, tears stinging your eyes and you barely choked back a sob at finally getting through to somebody. “Thank the Force, I tried everyone but nobody is answering. What’s going on?”
Bail looked down, a grief stricken look on his face that had you even further on edge. You weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer.
“How much do you know?” He asked you instead of answering your question, he wasn’t quite sure he could tell you.
“I got Obi-Wan’s message.” You told him after taking a deep breath, your mind still running wild and Bail’s avoidance didn’t help. “I know the Order and the Republic have fallen, I know the clones have turned against us.”
“Yes.” Bail sighed and he looked back up at you looking older than you’d ever seen him before. “That is the basics of what has happened. Where are you now? If you got Obi-Wan’s message you know you mustn’t return to Coruscant.”
You nodded but didn’t answer him, staying silent for a minute as you played with the ring on your finger. It wasn’t really allowed, possessions weren’t a thing the Jedi had but nobody had ever brought it up and it had been a gift from Obi-Wan, one that you never wanted to part with.
You knew you had to ask, knew you had to know but you hated that with one little question you could suddenly be in a galaxy without Obi-Wan. You took a shaky breath, a tear falling down your cheek as you looked at Bail.
“Obi-Wan,” You managed to choke out, pausing to swallow around the lump in your throat as more tears slid from your eyes. “Obi-Wan, is he-”
You couldn’t force yourself to say the word, refused to even speak it into existence. The sympathetic look Bail wore did nothing to help the devastation running through you. You couldn’t imagine a galaxy without Obi-Wan, you’d known him your whole life. As a Jedi you had been taken to the Temple at a young age and you didn’t remember a time before that, Obi-Wan had already been there when you arrived and the two of you had been inseparable ever since.
It might’ve been against the Jedi code but you didn’t care, you knew you loved him even if you could ignore it most days.
He couldn’t be gone, he just couldn’t be, not Obi-Wan. A galaxy without Obi-Wan was not one you wanted to be in.
“He’s alive, Y/N.” Bail told you, forcing his voice to be steady even as his face softened as you broke out into relieved sobs, when he hadn’t answered your calls you’d assumed the worst but he was alive.
“Where is he?” You asked and Bail didn’t hesitate to tell you he had travelled to Tatooine and he was staying there, he sent the coordinates over to you and you quickly changed the destination and turned back to Bail.
“Thank you, Bail. If you ever need anything you know where to find me.” You told him sincerely. You had known Bail for years, becoming close friends with both him and Breha and you were beyond relieved to see he was unharmed.
“Likewise, Y/N. Stay safe and…keep an eye on Obi-Wan, he’s going to need all the support he can get.” Bail told you and you frowned, something about his tone telling you whatever was happening with Obi-Wan went deeper than the fall of the Order and the Republic.
“I’ll always look after Obi-Wan.” You told him, watching as a smile spread across his face and he nodded, knowing full well that you and Obi-Wan loved each other and would die before letting the other get hurt. “Stay safe, Bail.”
It was still a two day journey to Tatooine and your mind ran wild in those days. Bail hadn’t told you anything more than what Obi-Wan’s message warned about so until you were reunited with Obi-Wan you were left with the most dreadful thoughts. During your journey you didn’t sleep, the one time you managed to drift off your dreams were plagued with screams and death and you forced yourself to stay awake as you flew through hyperspace.
You finally arrived on Tatooine, following the coordinates given to you by Bail and felt a wave of relief rush through you when you saw a small shack in the middle of nowhere, far enough away that nobody would stumble across it but close enough that Obi-Wan could travel out for supplies when needed.
When you landed the ship you had to take a moment to just sit back in the seat and let out a shaky breath as you stared at the shack, even though you had been told Obi-Wan was alive and safe, you knew you wouldn’t truly believe it until you saw the man, so with another deep breath you pulled yourself together and headed off the ship.
Obi-Wan had heard the ship and he was proud that his wave of panic only lasted a minute before he reached out and felt your Force signature. Once he had pushed aside his fear he felt his heart speed back up for a different reason, you were alive. He had truly thought that after days of not hearing from you that something had happened, that you hadn’t been able to fight the clones off.
With Luke still in his arms, awake and content to be held, he made his way outside and watched as the ship's door opened and you walked down the ramp. You looked worse for wear, clearly injured, robes torn and muddied but none of that mattered, you were alive, that was the most important thing.
He walked to meet you halfway, noticing the exact moment your eyes widened as you took note of Luke in his arms, it seemed Bail hadn’t shared everything with you. When you finally reached him your eyes moved from Luke to look in Obi-Wan’s.
“Is that…” You went to ask, trailing off as your eyes fell back to Luke.
“Y/N, meet Luke Skywalker.” Obi-Wan said softly and your gaze snapped back to him, eyes wide and watery as you tried to keep the tears where they were but it was no use, once one leaked over the rest followed. “Would you like to hold him?”
You opened your mouth to say something but the words clearly died on your tongue as it fell back shut and instead you gave him a shaky nod. Obi-Wan smiled as he carefully transferred the baby to you, guiding your hand to hold his head properly and then just watched as you looked down at Luke with a mix of emotions playing out on your face.
Your hand came up to gently run along the baby’s cheek before you let out a choked sob when Luke’s tiny hand came up to wrap around your finger. You looked back to Obi-Wan and saw tears welling up in his own eyes as he stepped closer, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest as he placed a gentle kiss to your hair and looked down at you and Luke, so thankful that he had something good left after all that had been lost.
Not much later you and Obi-Wan were settled on the sofa, you tucked against Obi-Wan and Luke cradled in your arms. Given the past few days, the fighting, the overwhelming emotions, the pain and suffering, the dragging yourself off the ground when all you wanted to do was give up, this small part of Tatooine, this quiet corner of the planet Obi-Wan had picked out felt so quiet compared to how loud the rest of the galaxy seemed.
Your gaze was on Luke, heart equal parts full of love for the child and pain for what had become of his parents. You hadn’t had the full story yet, Obi-Wan hadn’t said much and you were content with the silence for now but you knew nothing good could have happened if Obi-Wan had Luke.
Eventually the baby’s eyes closed and began to flutter as he fell asleep in your arms and a small smile tugged at your lips as you stood up and carefully walked over to the small crib Obi-Wan had set up, tucking Luke in and placing a gentle kiss to his forehead before joining Obi-Wan back on the sofa.
In the short amount of time it had taken you to put Luke to bed Obi-Wan had gotten up to get supplies to patch you up. Most of the injuries were cuts and bruises, nothing too serious and most of them had closed up after your long travels.
“Will you tell me what happened?” You asked softly, wincing as Obi-Wan gently ran a wet cloth over a long cut on the side of your stomach.
Obi-Wan was silent for long enough that you resigned yourself to not knowing but then he sighed, a deep, heavy, tired sigh before starting at the beginning with the battle on Utapau right up until giving Leia over to Bail and leaving them behind to bring Luke to Tatooine.
By the end of it you were all patched up and tears fell down both your cheeks. You felt even more exhausted after hearing everything, heartbroken as you cried for everything that had been lost. How had things gone so wrong in the span of just a few days?
Obi-Wan looked drained and when he suggested retiring for the night you didn’t hesitate to agree, letting him pull you from the sofa and into the small bedroom. That night neither of you got much sleep despite feeling more exhausted than you could ever remember being, both of you curled against each other as your thoughts played through the last few days.
For a long while things were tense, the weight of the fall sat heavily on both your shoulders, knowing that the organisation you had dedicated your lives to and the only home either of you had ever known was gone like it had never been there, it was a lot to come to terms with.
Luke seemed to grow more and more every day until he was a small boy who began resembling another little boy you had once known although that felt like another lifetime ago.
You knew Obi-Wan had bad days, days where he excused himself to the nearest town because looking at Luke hurt, you know he hated himself for it no matter what you said to try and convince him that it made sense. You got it too, sometimes you looked at him and saw a glimpse of Padmé’s smile, sometimes the resemblance to Anakin was too much for you too.
Things did get easier though, eventually the hurt of losing the Order faded into something easier to live with, the pain of losing Padmé and Anakin had become a part of you and all you could do was keep their memory alive.
“I wish he could stay this little.” You murmured as Luke cuddled into you, squashed between you and Obi-Wan on the sofa, eyes closed as Obi-Wan finished reading a story to him.
“I know what you mean.” Obi-Wan smiled as he looked down at Luke, the boy hadn’t long since turned five but Obi-Wan could still remember how he had cradled the small baby against his chest like it was only yesterday.
For years during your time in the Order you and Obi-Wan had always known you were special to each other, it was different to how you were friends with the other younglings, you and Obi-Wan had been inseparable from day one. Both of you were loyal to the Order and followed the code even if it did mean you couldn’t have the other.
Now there was no code, there was no Order for you to be loyal to. All that was left was this small patch of land on Tatooine and each other. You had already been here for five years, five years that seemed to have flown by in the blink of an eye and had let yourself fall more and more in love with him now that there was nothing stopping you.
You and Obi-Wan had never mentioned it, never defined it but you didn’t have to, you both knew it was love. Waking up next to each other every morning, moving in sync with each other as you cooked, Obi-Wan watching with a soft smile as you and Luke danced around his room whilst getting him ready for the day, the lingering touches, the way you got to fall asleep curled against each other, it was all love.
“Sometimes I wish we could give him more though, a life beyond this shack, one where he could go to school, one where he could make friends.” Obi-Wan sighed, letting his head fall to the side so he could look back at you, you who were smiling at him with such a softness to it.
“Careful what you wish for, Obi-Wan,” You chuckled, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from his face. “Before we know it he’ll be sneaking off into town and wanting to move out and go on his own adventures. Besides, I quite like our little shack in the middle of nowhere.”
“Yes, I suppose our small corner of the galaxy isn’t so bad.” Obi-Wan’s smile widened at your laugh, letting himself lean into your touch causing you to trail your fingers down his cheek and letting your thumb brush across his beard.
Obi-Wan had been a good Jedi, he had followed the code despite how many times he had thought about you in ways that would have seen him thrown out. But five years had passed by since everything had changed and he couldn’t remember what he was holding on to anymore.
It was the easiest thing in the world to lean across, careful not to jostle Luke too much as he did, and press his lips to yours, enjoying the little muffled surprised noise you made against his lips as he kissed you softly, your hand curling around his jaw as you pulled him closer, both of you knowing in that moment that this was right, that the two of you belonged to each other.
“He’s not mad at you.” You told Luke softly as you sat down on the sand next to him, smiling softly as he lifted the toy ship Obi-Wan had gotten for him in the air and flew it around half-heartedly.
“Yes he is.” Luke mumbled, refusing to look at you as he spoke.
It had only been a few years and somehow your life had changed so much. You’d gone from relationships being forbidden to freely and openly loving Obi-Wan, overjoyed with the fact you could kiss him whenever you wanted, with the way you could tell him that you loved him as many times as you wanted.
You and Obi-Wan had been raising Luke for nine years now, the little boy next to you the same age his dad had been when you first met him and the resemblance made you choke up some days, especially when he started showing an interest in the ship you’d brought to Tatooine all those years back, wanting to know everything about it and begged you to let him fly it.
Neither you nor Obi-Wan had left the planet since arriving, that was until today of course. When you and Obi-Wan heard another ship landing outside your hand flew to your lightsaber, Obi-Wan had long since got rid of his and instead reached for a blaster that still seemed odd for him to have even after so long of him owning it.
Obi-Wan had told you to stay in the house with Luke, the little boy having no reason to fear whoever had landed and instead was curious, trying to peer through the windows. As Obi-Wan exited the little shack you joined Luke and stayed where you were for all of thirty seconds before you saw the person who walked off the ship.
You were out of the door and past Obi-Wan before he himself had a chance to see who had arrived and he watched as you wrapped your arms around the figure, barely catching Luke as he ran after you, most likely wanting to see the new ship rather than the new person.
“Bail!” You exclaimed as you pulled out of the hug, “It’s so good to see you.”
“Y/N, Obi-Wan.” Bail smiled before looking down, Luke suddenly shy and clinging to Obi-Wan’s pants. “And this must be Luke.”
“Not that it isn’t good to see you, Bail,” Obi-Wan said and you shot him a look, sure it didn’t bode well that Bail had showed up on Tatooine for the first time since you’d arrive but he didn’t have to jump straight into it, he could at least invite him into the house first. “But you wouldn’t be here unless something had happened.”
“I’m afraid you’re right. I need your help, Obi-Wan.” Bail said and you could see the exact moment Obi-Wan shut himself off, already shaking his head and not letting Bail continue before he cut him off.
“No. Whatever it is you can handle, I won’t get involved again. I have my own family to take care of.” Obi-Wan told him firmly, Bail frowning as he nodded, his eyes falling down to Luke before he sighed.
“And a fine job you’ve done it seems but I’m afraid I have to ask anyway, you know I wouldn’t but…”
“What is it Bail?” You asked him softly, seeing the fear he was trying to hide.
“It’s Leia.” Was all Bail said and it was enough for Obi-Wan to gesture to the house, all of you sitting around the small dining table as you sent a pouting Luke off to play in his room.
“You’ll be safe, won’t you?” You asked Obi-Wan, Bail had left not too long ago after Obi-Wan agreed to go and find Leia.
“There is no need to worry, my love, I will get the girl and be back home before you know it.” Obi-Wan assured, pulling you into his arms and letting his lips linger against your forehead.
“I wish I could come with you.” You sighed and Obi-Wan chuckled softly as he looked down at you.
“I’d rather you were here where I know you’re safe. Besides, somebody needs to watch over Luke.” Obi-Wan told you, grinning at the huff you let out.
“Yeah, yeah Kenobi, you go on your little adventure and I'll stay home and watch the kid pout about not being able to fly around the galaxy with his Uncle.” You grumbled with no real heat behind it, unable to stop a smile tugging at your lips as Obi-Wan laughed before pulling you into a kiss.
Luke had refused to say goodbye to Obi-Wan, instead he only glared at the ship as he watched it disappear from view before walking away, sitting a short distance from the house.
“I know you want to explore the galaxy but you know it’s not safe out there right now.” You told him and watched as he rolled his eyes.
Generally Luke was the sweetest child you’d ever met, so polite and well behaved but the one argument that always came up was Luke wanting to explore the galaxy. He had loved your ship for as long as you could remember, most days you could find him at the wheel, stirring it this way and that, or tinkering away on something that definitely hadn’t needed fixing before he started.
“You and Uncle Obi always say that!” He exclaimed and you felt your heart ache for him.
For years you had fought in the Clone Wars, for years you had battled Separatists and Sith and it was all for them, for the kids like Luke who would get to grow up only knowing the new galaxy you had fought for and not the one plagued with darkness.
Of course all that fighting had amounted to nothing, all the lives lost and hearts shattered, the thinking you were so close to victory only to have it snatched out of your grasp by a plot put together before the war had even began.
“I know we do,” you told him quietly, thoughts so far away on a life that felt like it had been lived a million years ago. “Luke I wish you could, I really do, we wanted the galaxy to be safe but it’s not, I’m sorry.”
“We can make it better!” Luke declared and you laughed even as your vision became blurred with tears, Maker you were tired.
There was no better, how could there be with the Jedi gone and only darkness left. You had given everything you had and it had ended with you at the end of blasters held by men you cared so deeply for. You were tired, the war had taken so much from everyone, you weren’t sure you could do it again.
“You’re growing up too fast.” You told him, reaching over to ruffle his hair and feeling lighter when he laughed but didn’t push you away.
“One day I’m gonna grow up and be the best pilot in the whole galaxy!” Luke told you and you desperately tried to blink away the sting of more tears because you had known the best pilot in the whole galaxy and you had no doubt that had things been different him and Luke would have made one hell of a team.
You didn’t say anything though, just pulled Luke into your arms and this time Luke didn’t fuss like he usually did, telling you he was too old to sit in your lap anymore. The kid was so aware of everyone else’s emotions all the time and seemed to know you just needed to hold him tight against you for a moment.
“He’s alive?” You exclaimed, days had passed and Luke had long since gone to bed by the time you heard the ship land. “Wait, is that why Leia was taken, does he know about them? Are they safe?”
“He doesn’t know, he has no idea who Leia is to him and he certainly has no idea that Luke exists.” Obi-Wan told you calmly after telling you what had happened on his mission to rescue and return Leia. “Nobody is going to hurt him.”
“Force, I can’t believe he’s alive.” You said, sitting down next to Obi-Wan, the man not hesitating to pull you into him after so long apart. “And you’re sure it’s safe for us to stay here?”
“I promise, if I didn’t think it was, I would move us immediately.” Obi-Wan assured you, kissing the top of your head as you let out a shaky breath, nodding against his chest as you let yourself calm down after hearing his story.
“How is Leia?” You asked after a few moments of silence, turning up to look at him and watching as a soft smile pulled at his lips.
“She is quite possibly the bravest little girl I’ve ever met. Considering she has no idea who her biological parents are she is so much like both of them, a stubborn, passionate, kind hearted little thing, ready to take on the galaxy.”
“She sounds like a certain little boy I know who’s been missing his Uncle.” You smiled up at him, “Luke thinks there’s hope for the galaxy, that it can be made better.”
“It seems such an impossible thought, doesn’t it?” Obi-Wan murmured and you nodded again, your fingers playing with his. “It can’t stay like this forever though.”
“I’m not so sure I could handle another war, even then we had the numbers only because of the clones, now what is there? A few people willing to rebel, I wish them all the luck in the galaxy but we tried once.” You sighed, the war seemed a lifetime ago and yet you could still remember how drained you were by the end of it.
“Sometimes a few rebels is all the galaxy needs, maybe not to win the war but to light the spark in others.” Obi-Wan told you, you humming softly before leaning up to close the distance between you with a soft kiss.
“I’m glad you’re back home.” You whispered against his lips.
“Me too, my love.” Obi-Wan murmured before leaning back in to press his lips to yours.
More time passed and before you knew it Luke was so grown up, grown up and even more eager to get out into the galaxy. You and Obi-Wan knew it had only gotten worse, sure people had tried to fight against the Empire but nothing worked, the galaxy only got darker.
Unfortunately you knew you couldn’t keep Luke on Tatooine forever, one day he would leave, the boy was too eager, too kind hearted to leave the galaxy as it was. He had so much fight and so much good in him, not only that but he was also strong in the Force. Obi-Wan and you had been teaching him the ways of the Jedi not too long after Obi-Wan had helped Leia, knowing the boy had already shown signs of being able to use the Force and wanting him to be trained in case something ever did happen, even if it did hurt to see Anakin’s old lightsaber again after so long.
Luke didn’t get the chance to argue again about going out into the galaxy, not when something new came along to drag you out of your safe space on Tatooine.
You and Obi-Wan had made a run into town, leaving Luke alone at the house, not that he stayed there of course. Once you and Obi-Wan left Luke found himself wandering around outside until he made his way onto the ship.
He had always felt at home on the ship you had brought with you, he dreamed of flying and though he loved his life on Tatooine with you and Obi-Wan he couldn’t help but want more. He had listened to the stories from both of you growing up, the tales from the war, the adventures you had had together. He wanted that, he knew he was meant for more.
He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a crash near the house and he leaned forward in his seat to look out of the window, not seeing anything for a moment and then suddenly two droids came into view.
“Droids?” Luke murmured to himself, pulling himself off the seat and making his way off the ship, the droids spotting him immediately and the R2 unit zooming over to him whereas the other just mumbled to itself.
The R2 unit beeped at him and Luke frowned as he watched the unit crash into his legs.
“Whoa, hey there buddy, what’re you two doing so far out here?” Luke asked them both and the R2 beeped wildly at him again.
“You’ll have to forgive my small friend, he seems to think he’s on an important mission when really we barely escaped with our lives from the Empire.” The other droid told him and Luke’s eyes widened.
“The Empire? You know about the rebellion?” He asked with a grin on his face and the droid nodded.
“Of course, me and R2-D2 here are more than familiar with the rebellion.” The droid said, sounding as exasperated as a droid could.
“Yeah you two do look a bit banged up. You want me to patch you up, buddy?” He asked R2 and the droid beeped again like he was excited causing Luke to laugh. “Alright then, come up onto the ship, that’s where my Aunt keeps the tools.”
The three of them made their way onto the ship and Luke knew when you and Obi-Wan got back you were going to kill him but he couldn’t help it, he loved tinkering with the scraps you brought home from market, now he had the chance to patch up real droids, ones who knew about the rebellion no less.
“What did you say your name was?” Luke asked as he crouched down in front of R2 and got to work on him.
“Oh I didn’t sir but I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations.” C-3PO introduced himself as he settled against the wall and watched as Luke worked.
“Nice to meet you both, I’m Luke.” He smiled at them, grunting as he tried to get something that was jammed in R2 unstuck. “You’ve got something jammed good in there buddy, let me just-”
Luke was cut out as he was shocked by the R2 unit before a holo started playing, Luke looking towards the girl as her voice filled the ship.
“Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.” The girl pleaded and Luke frowned as he turned to the droids.
“What’s this?” He asked as the holo continued to play. “Who is that girl, why is she asking for help?”
His frown deepened as both of the droids shrugged it off as old footage, he couldn’t help but think they were lying to him. He didn’t know what reason they’d have to lie but two droids suddenly appearing and looking for Obi-Wan was strange.
“R2 says it is a private message for Obi-Wan Kenobi, he refuses to tell you anything unfortunately, sir.” C-3PO finally said after talking with R2 and Luke frowned before his face lit up.
“If you’re looking for Obi-Wan Kenobi I can take you right to him!” Luke said as he stood up.
“You know Obi-Wan Kenobi, sir?” C-3PO asked and Luke nodded excitedly, gesturing for the droids to follow him.
“Of course, Obi-Wan is my uncle, him and my aunt should still be in town, I can take you to him!” Luke grinned and the three of them made their way towards the town. It was a fair trek away from their house but it didn’t take awfully long to get there.
He had been to the town only a few times and each time he went he was never allowed to wander off despite being so curious about everything. This was the first time in his whole life he’d been by himself and he knew once the two of you saw him he’d be done for.
It was worth it though, the small thrill running through Luke, his first adventure!
It took some searching but eventually he found you and Obi-Wan, you were sitting together on a bench some distance away from everyone else and the second R2 saw you he shot off like a rocket, leaving Luke to chase after him with a yell and C-3PO to sigh to himself.
Your eyes widened as you looked over Obi-Wan’s shoulder, gasping at the R2 unit barrelling towards you. You were off your seat before Obi-Wan had noticed the droid and crouching down just in time for R2 to crash into you causing you to laugh.
“R2, is it really you?” You asked and the droid let out a series of excited beeps. “Force, what are you doing all the way out here?”
“Luke?” Obi-Wan asked and your head snapped up to see a sheepish looking Luke, C-3PO showing up behind him a second later. “3PO?”
“You know these droids?” Luke asked and you taped R2 once more before standing up and glaring at Luke.
“The question is how do you know these droids and what in the stars are you doing out here alone?” You asked him with a glare causing him to look down at his feet, kicking at the sand.
“They were looking for Uncle Obi-Wan!” Luke defended himself, “They have a message, a girl is in trouble, she needs your help!”
You and Obi-Wan shared a look, a girl needing his help, there was only one person in the whole galaxy who fit that description, young Leia Organa.
“Let us get back to the house, it isn’t safe to talk out here.” Obi-Wan murmured and you nodded in agreement, starting the walk back home, wondering what trouble had managed to find Leia this time.
“General Kenobi, years ago you served my father in the Clone Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my father’s request in person. But my ship has fallen under attack and I’m afraid my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. You once told me I would see you again if I ever needed help, this is the time. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope.”
You and Obi-Wan were silent as the message finished, sharing a look between you, Obi-Wan standing and gesturing for you to follow him. When Luke went to follow you gave him a pointed look and the boy sat right back down again.
“What is Bail up to?” You asked and Obi-Wan could only shrug though he wouldn’t be surprised if his old friend was part of the new Rebellion. “We have to get that droid to Alderaan.”
“We’d need to bring Luke, we cannot leave him here alone.” Obi-Wan said, causing you to scrunch your nose in displeasure. “He will be fine, the boy is strong with the Force, one of the strongest I have seen.”
“Just because you’re right doesn’t mean I have to like it.” You mumbled causing Obi-Wan to chuckle and pull you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I know, my dear, believe me I want nothing more than for Luke to stay here, to never know the cruelness of the world beyond this place but unfortunately, despite our best wishes, the boy has grown up.” Obi-Wan told you and you couldn’t stop the stinging in your eyes. “He’ll be fine, we raised him well.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you can feel it too, I know you can, something big is coming. He shouldn’t be near it.”
“That boy knows he is made for something bigger than Tatooine, one day he may choose to fight and he will be a worthy Jedi. All we can do is give him the tools and guidance he needs to stay safe.” Obi-Wan said as he pulled you closer to him, smiling softly as you gripped his robe.
“We need a way off Tatooine, the ship is fine for small journeys but it’ll never get us to Alderaan in one piece.” You told Obi-Wan after pulling away and taking a shaky breath.
“We’ll fly it to Mos Eisley, leave the rest to me, my love.”
It only took a few mind tricks to get past the troopers, tricks that seemed to impress Luke, of course he’d been taught about the Force and what it was capable of but he had never actually seen anything like that.
Taking Luke into the seedy cantina was the last thing you wanted to do but Obi-Wan seemed certain you’d find your pilot in there. As you entered Obi-Wan moved away and began talking to somebody, out of the corner of your eye you saw Luke looking around in wonder before he went to move away, only stopped by you grabbing his arm.
“You stay with me, I’m still not thrilled you’re coming along but if you are you’ll do as I say.” You told him sternly, having Luke so far away from home had your nerves on edge, that mixed with the shift in the Force had anxiety running through you.
You couldn’t do anything about whatever was happening with the Force but you could protect Luke and that you would do with your life.
“Come on, Aunt Y/N, I’ll be fine!” Luke whined but didn’t try and pull away from you, moments letting stepping closer when a creature with four arms grunted at him causing you to snort.
As you walked further into the bar Luke got closer and closer to you until he was pressed against your side, his arm wrapped around yours like he had done when he was much younger. You couldn’t help but smile despite the situation and squeezed his hand before giving him a reassuring smile as Obi-Wan gestured you over, telling you about a captain who could potentially get you to Alderaan.
“Han Solo.” The man introduced himself as he sat next to the Wookiee. You glanced at Luke and elbowed his side when you saw him staring too openly at the creature causing him to pout at you. “I’m captain of the Millennium Falcon.”
You listened to him as he talked his ship up, Luke hanging onto the captain’s every word and you almost felt sorry for the man if he agreed to take you, knowing Luke would already have a million and one questions for him.
“Ten thousand, all in advance.” The captain told you and you watched as Luke gasped, rolling your eyes as you looked towards Obi-Wan.
“We could buy our own ship for those credits!” Luke exclaimed as he turned to you and Obi-Wan before snapping his attention back to Han.
“And who’s gonna fly it, kid? You?”
“I could! I’m an excellent pilot!” Luke declared, your gaze still on Obi-Wan, full of amusement as he looked at you in exasperation.
“Luke, why don’t we let your uncle do the talking?” You said softly, ignoring the wide eyes and pout that was sent your way. “Remember what I said.”
“Obi-Wan, where in the Force are you getting fifteen thousand credits?” You asked after the deal was struck and you had put enough distance between you and anyone listening.
“Bail wants the droid, I’m sure he won’t mind paying the captain who delivered it.” Obi-Wan told you with a grin.
“You’re sticking Bail with a fifteen thousand credit bill?” You laughed as you nudged him, causing Obi-Wan to laugh.
From then on it hadn’t taken long at all to sell your ship for the advance payment and before you knew it you were meeting up with the Wookiee and making your way to the Falcon, though once you arrived you had a bad feeling upon seeing it, wholeheartedly agreeing with Luke that it looked like a heap of junk.
“So much for no Imperials.” You muttered to yourself as you heard blaster shots and looked out of the window in time to see a swarm of them surrounding you but thankfully between the Wookiee and the captain were able to get you off Tatooine and into hyperspace.
Once you were in hyperspace you smiled as Obi-Wan tested Luke’s work with his lightsaber, knowing that something was bound to go wrong on this mission and wanting Luke to be as prepared as possible. Your smile didn’t last long though, if you thought something was happening with the Force before it was nothing compared to the sudden pain and terror you felt, gasping as you leaned back in your seat and watching Obi-Wan sit down.
“Something terrible has happened.” You heard Obi-Wan say and that was putting it lightly, you managed to push yourself to your feet before sitting down next to him, Obi-Wan’s arm wrapping around you and pulling you close as you buried yourself against his chest.
You stayed quiet for the rest of the trip, reaching out into the Force and trying to feel something but it just felt empty. Whilst Obi-Wan distracted himself with Luke, you followed Chewbacca and Han into the cockpit as he announced you were coming out of hyperspace.
You were glad for Obi-Wan following in not too long after, wrapping an arm around you and holding you against his chest as you staggered back once the captain announced you’d arrived but Alderaan was gone.
Everyone around you spoke but you were frozen, staring ahead at the destruction before you as Han flew through it, frowning at the space station that came into view.
“I have a very bad feeling about this.” Luke said and you moved away from Obi-Wan to pull Luke against you, the young man not pushing you away and instead leaning into your hold.
The fear in Luke's voice when Han announced you were caught in the tractor beam turned you cold as he turned to cling to you and you hated that he was on this ship at all, you knew nothing good could have come from it and now, if anything happened to Luke you’d never forgive yourself.
You almost gasped as you felt something in the Force, Obi-Wan turning to look at you and you knew you weren’t imagining it, you knew he had felt it too. You knew what had become of Anakin but to see his destruction, to see how far he had fallen first hand was different to hearing the stories.
You didn’t have time to think for too long though, the captain grabbing your arm whilst the Wookiee took Luke’s and they led you down to hide under the compartments. You waited until it was all clear and let Luke pull you up, him taking his spot pressed against you again.
You let Han and Chewbacca take care of the troopers outside of the ship before following them into the command centre, letting R2 find his way around and sitting against one of the crates in the room.
Anakin, no Vader had done this, he had been a part of the destruction of Alderaan. Your gaze shifted to Luke, your heart aching even more as you saw the fear he tried to hide, then you moved to look at Obi-Wan.
He looked like he’d aged so much since leaving Tatooine and you were sure you looked the same, you felt the same at least. After everything you’d lost there weren’t too many people you had left in the galaxy to trust and now Bail was gone, him and Breha and the rest of Alderaan wiped out and for what?
You knew Anakin was gone but you had to believe some part of him was in there, buried deep down. Surely he was tired of the fighting and the wars. Hadn’t you all had enough of it to last a lifetime?
Obi-Wan’s gaze found yours and he smiled though it was strained, you forced yourself to smile back though, forced yourself to push your feelings into the Force and focus on getting Luke out of here alive.
You listened as C-3PO told you that the ship could leave so long as one of the terminals lost its power and Obi-Wan looked at you, raising an eyebrow and you nodded.
“You boys can’t help, me and Y/N will deal with this alone.” Obi-Wan told them and you ignored Han in favour of turning to Luke.
“Y/N, don’t go.” Luke pleaded as he clung to your robes before you even had the chance to speak, him already getting teary eyed and you forced yourself to smile again, to use all your Jedi training to hide your emotions and project a calm you didn’t feel.
“You’ll be fine.” You told him, smoothing his hair from his face and bringing him close enough so you could press a kiss to his forehead. “If anything happens you know what to do, you are strong with the Force, trust in it and trust yourself.”
“Please don’t go, at least let me come with you.” Luke begged, a tear slipping down his cheek.
“Come on, none of that now. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise. I don’t care how grown up you get on me, I’m not going to let anything happen to you, you will get off this space station.” You promised him, cupping his cheek and wiping away the few more tears that slipped down.
“Uncle Obi-Wan, I wanna go with you two.” He turned to the other man causing you to laugh softly and Obi-Wan squeezed his upper arm.
“You stay here, stay with the droids. They are of top priority and must be delivered safely. Now listen to your Aunt.” Obi-Wan said softly, forcing his own smile on his face before Luke nodded, seeing he was fighting a losing battle.
“The Force will be with you, always.” Obi-Wan told him before gesturing for you to follow him and you went with one last glance towards Luke, mouthing an ‘I love you’ to him and finding your smile wasn’t as forced when he whispered it back.
You and Obi-Wan kept silent as you made your way through the base, it was almost embarrassing how easy it was to move around unnoticed with so many troopers and imperial officers on board, Obi-Wan clearly thinking the same as he smirked at you when you snuck past another large group of stormtroopers.
“You can feel him too, can’t you?” You whispered as you and Obi-Wan pressed against each other to avoid another group. “Even with the darkness surrounding him, you can feel him, right?”
“Yes my dear, it is Darth, no doubt about it.” Obi-Wan told you with a heaviness in his tone and you reached up to cup his cheek, feeling him smile faintly. “How twisted the Dark side within him has become.”
“You’re not just going to disable the power, are you?” You asked him and watched as his face darkened, not giving you an answer out loud but he didn’t need to, he never had to, you knew him better than anyone in the whole galaxy. “Whatever plan you had to get rid of me, to distract me whilst you snuck away, change it right now because you are not doing this alone.”
Obi-Wan went to open his mouth but he could see he wasn’t winning this argument so let it fall closed and instead leaned down to kiss you, both of you holding each other close and savouring the feeling.
“I love you, Obi-Wan.” You whispered against his lips, feeling the way his breath hitched being so close to him.
“I love you too, my dear one, more than you could ever know.” Obi-Wan murmured back, placing one more kiss to your lips before pulling away and you continued on your way.
The two of you made quick work of shutting down the power to the tractor beams so the Falcon would be able to take off and it was easy to sneak past the troopers keeping watch once it was done.
You followed behind Obi-Wan, pausing when he gestured for you to wait as he went ahead, scouting the next room and walking into it. You frowned as he failed to give you the all clear after a few seconds and looked up and down the hallway before moving across.
“No!” You exclaimed as the door slid shut before you could enter the room, locks sliding into place, your fists banging against it doing nothing. “Obi-Wan!”
From behind the glass you could see Vader already in the room, cloaked and masked with his red lightsaber lit, an imposing figure that should strike fear but instead your heart just ached painfully.
“Obi-Wan, open this door!” You yelled and he turned around to give you an apologetic look before facing Vader, lighting his own lightsaber.
You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you winced every time their lightsabers smashed into each other. Pushing yourself away from the door you raised a hand and drew all your strength from the Force and yet the blasted door still wouldn’t open.
You never took your gaze off the two of them, eyes locked onto Obi-Wan the whole time as you watched them battle each other, tears streaming down your face as you pleaded with the Force to just open the door, desperate to get through to Obi-Wan.
You watched as Obi-Wan paused, still holding Vader off but turning to see something you couldn’t before you felt a shift in the Force again, this time instead of fear it was peace spreading through it and you felt your heart beating wildly as you shook your head calling Obi-Wan’s name as sobs wracked your body.
“No!” You called as watched him put his lightsaber down and Vader didn’t miss a beat as he swung for Obi-Wan, the man you had loved for years, for your whole life, fell to the floor before you, gone in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing but a lightsaber and his cloak behind.
As he disappeared the door flew open and you stumbled into the room, falling onto your knees as you sobbed into his cloak.
“Still so loyal to Obi-Wan?” Vader asked, he knew he had recognized more than just Obi-Wan on the space station but hadn’t been sure. “Pathetic.”
You looked up at Vader and it was Vader, there was no more mistaking him for Anakin, not anymore. The Anakin Skywalker you had known would have died before killing Obi-Wan.
Vader lifted his lightsaber again, ready to strike you down as he had Obi-Wan. There was a moment, it was only a moment that lasted no longer than a second, where you had to make a choice.
It wasn’t a hard choice, a thought you had had so many years ago back when you were young and exhausted hit you, a world without Obi-Wan Kenobi was not a world you ever wanted to be in. Even in just these few seconds it had been since Vader had killed him the galaxy felt emptier immediately, it felt like a part of you had been ripped out, an aching hole in you that would never be mended.
You had never lived in a galaxy without Obi-Wan and you didn’t plan on doing so now.
You were old and you had lived a full life, more than a full life. You had been a Jedi Master, you had fought wars and commanded armies, you had settled down with the love of your life and got to spend every day at his side, raising a child who was yours in every way but blood, a child you loved more deeply than you thought possible.
It had been a good life, tiring but filled with so much love, even before the Order fell and it was an emotion that Jedi weren’t supposed to feel. You loved the men under your command, spending years at their sides and becoming closer than friends, becoming a family as you fought together on the front lines, earning their respect by standing with them. You had loved Anakin dearly, helping Obi-Wan navigate his new life of suddenly having a Padawan and taking Anakin under your wing when Obi-Wan’s grief over the loss of Qui-Gon was too much and he needed to be alone. You loved Padmé and Bail, dear friends and two of the few people you trusted more than anyone. Mostly you had loved Obi-Wan, long before you had even truly known what that had meant.
It was a good life, a long life and you knew it was done there. You hoped one day Anakin would find his way back, that he would find a way to rid himself of such darkness but there was nothing you could do to help him, not now.
You were tired and you were at peace, ready to join Obi-Wan, sure he was waiting for you on the other side for whatever grand adventure awaited the two of you next and as you turned your head you saw Luke watching you, the boy crying but he wasn’t alone, his sister had her arms around him and you managed to mouth a final ‘I love you’, managed to see Luke choke out the same three words before Vader’s lightsaber struck you too.
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Love Like Wolves
OBI-WAN KENOBI X READER (gender neutral)
WARNINGS: canon typical violence and innuendos, insecurity (on readers end), brief mention of small age gap
SUMMARY: Obi-Wan assures you you're his despite it being secret
A/N: hot dilf. I also don't proofread my writing so deal with it lmao
Satine was gorgeous. You'd admit that. She also was so kind which made it hard when she was clearly showing interest in your lover. Obi-Wan wasn't flirting back by any means, but that didn't stop the hands of that ugly feeling to take hold of your brain. You of course masked it with the force, knowing that he could sense it otherwise. He could definitely tell something was wrong, but didn't have any idea what. You excused yourself to go and lick your wounds like a cowardly youngling. If Obi-wan was concerned he didn't voice it.
In our quarters you didn't find much peace either. in fact you had been pacing, your lightsaber clinking in its holster as you did. You know Obi-Wan would never be disloyal despite no one knowing about you two. He's not the type. However; it also means he can't publicly claim you. Maker, you sound so primitive. Is that really what we are in the end? Just like animals? Are you the same as a loth wolf? They mate for life. Does Obi view you as his life partner? All These thoughts swarmed your head like wasps. Obi was older than you, surely he's smart enough to not throw away a good thing. At least you hoped so.
"They're a good catch, Master Kenobi."
saltines eyes glittered as she spoke, A knowing glint in her eyes. Obi took notice and looked around in panic.
"Relax, I will not speak of it to anyone."
"If I may ask; how did you know?"
Obi-Wan didn't think he was THAT obvious. Or was he? Maker, he hopes not.
"The way you look at them. Its not obvious, but if someone knows where to look they can tell. Now, I will be taking my leave."
He watches Satine go. He surely hopes no one heard their conversation. Maker knows how much trouble he'd be in if the council found out. he wouldn't be able to take it if they took you from him. You're his light in the dark. He NEEDS you. Although now he's picking up on your distress. How did he not notice before? He starts off towards your quarters. He knows how you get. He just hopes you'll be in the mood to let him calm you down.
Upon his arrival he knocks twice then three times; the secret knock you two have. When you open the door he's greeted with your glare. Oh maker, what did he do? He doesn't recall doing anything. Your strained voice startles him out of his reverie.
"How's Satine? You two have fun making eyes at each other?"
Your tone gave away your emotions, something Jedi are not supposed to do. But right now you didn't care. Realization hit Obi-Wan's face.
"Darling, we weren't doing anything of that sort. Satine knows about us."
He calmly said in something just above a whisper as he slowly moved to cradle you in his arms. You let your shoulders fall. you knew this was ridiculous. Of course he wouldn't. You knew that, but maker that feeling took you by the horns. So you gathered all your courage to ask him the one question you had in the back of your mind.
"Do you see me as a life partner? Like would you marry me if you could?"
If he hadn't been right next to you he wouldn't have heard it. But he did and it made his heart ache how small you sounded. He knew you had insecurities, but never had he heard you sound so unsure. The answer was obvious he thought.
"Of course my darling, It's only you. We're bonded like loth wolves. Nothing or anyone will change that."
You snuggled closer to him at his words but his hand held you softly by the chin to look into his eyes. His eyes held an unspoken question and yours held the answer.
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Imagine Obi-Wan trying to understand what is troubling you...
Obi-Wan approached the vacant seat beside you at the cantina bar. He frowned at the empty glasses and gently pushed away the one you were toying with.
“I think you’ve had enough spotchka for one night.”
You glanced at the Jedi and let out a groan that you could have sworn was internal but judging from his expression, it wasn't.
“How did you find me?”
Leaning against the counter, Obi-Wan stared out towards the crowd. “Dex saw you in here. He mentioned it to Cody and Cody had the right sense to inform me.” He explained and looked at your saddened form staring into the blue liquid. “What’s going on? You know you can confide in me.”
Taking the glass back into your hand, you tipped your head back and downed the rest of the drink letting the empty item hit the bar table with a loud thud. “Not about this, I can’t.”
Obi-Wan took a seat, facing you. "Please try." He requested. "This sudden behaviour of yours - it has me very concerned."
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Temptation’s Kiss.
Summary: the three times Obi-Wan almost kissed you and the one time he did.
Word Count: 6,762
Dedicated to my kid sister @kyber-crystal!! Love you!
CW/TW: Obi-Wan’s POV; super light angst but mostly fluff; mentions of blood & injury; my Clone OC makes a reappearance; I’m addicted to using Star Wars slang.
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As a Jedi, Obi-Wan is accustomed to rules. No attachments, keep the peace, and never give into the Dark Side. Simple enough and, as he believes, important rules to have. But after meeting you, he’s had to assert some of his own rules.
Don’t let this feeling fester, keep his composure, and most important of all don’t kiss you.
He’s never felt a temptation as strong as wanting to do something so dangerous since knowing you. He’s been angry before—vengeful, even—but this was something entirely more difficult to withstand. It would be so easy, like nothing at all, to simply lean forward and press his lips to yours, but—no! He can’t.
He won’t.
Just, Maker please, stop giving him those eyes.
It’s not even deliberate, that’s the issue. You have no idea how that look of yours makes Obi-Wan’s knees weak. How butterflies start swarming in the pit of his stomach the moment you look at him from under your lashes with parted lips. Maker, he’s losing himself.
The moment itself isn’t tempting, which makes this harder. He wasn’t exactly expecting for his heart to lurch out of his chest when you stepped closer to him. All he had done was hold your lightsaber out to you when you were about to leave the training room without it. You walked over to him quickly, thanked him under your breath, and as soon as your fingers touched the hilt and his skin, you gave him that soul-dividing look.
He could split in half having you look at him like that. You whisper his name and that isn’t helping in the slightest, especially as he’s lost his breath and so no reply can form even if he wants one to.
Don’t you know that you’re tearing him from the inside out with just your eyes?
Finally, you speak. “You’re always looking out for me.”
That brings him down from whatever numbered cloud he was perched upon, now swallowing enough to gain his voice. “Well, you really shouldn’t lose this.”
“I know,” you smile. “You’d kill me.”
“Well, I don’t think it’s me who you’d have to worry about.”
Obi-Wan nods his head up and you hold his gaze for a moment, totally cheerful, before turning around to see he motioned over at Master Yoda down the hallway; not near enough to hear or, probably, see you both, but still there.
“You’re right about that, I’m afraid,” chuckling, you look back at him and the wind is knocked from him again. “All the more agreeable for you since I bested you in our match.”
“Now, hold on,” he wags a finger and you laugh. “You said best two out of three.”
“I did.”
“That was two. You’ve yet to beat me a third time.”
“Ah, but, Obi-Wan,” you step nearer to him. “You just admitted I’ve beaten you twice already.”
His heart is pounding in his chest and he’s worried it’s going to make an ugly splatter down his robes if you catch him off guard one more time. Around you, he feels boyish. He finds himself irrational and blushing. Maker, hopefully you never catch the tint on his cheeks. Though, he must thank you; he’s never smiled so much before since knowing you.
And you seem to always be smiling at him, too. He does hope that it’s not all in his head, though. He really hopes that incandescent smile of yours is meant for him.
“Well,” he gradually finds his voice. “It would be rather foolish of me not to recognize your skill.”
“My thoughts exactly,” you glow, reaching forward to straighten the fold in his tunic.
Please don’t feel how fast his heart is beating. Please.
“A match for another time, though,” you draw your hand back. “I’m already late as it is.”
Obi-Wan nods, placing a hand where yours just was. Only briefly to feel the warmth there. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“Of course, you will,” there’s laughter on your lips, shaking your head at him giddily.
He might cave in at just the sound alone. You’re so ethereal, so golden. Every room is lit up by you and he finds himself like a moth drawn to a flame. Curious and wondering how it might feel to burn himself. Would he taste your laughter amongst the blaze?
Your hand catches his wrist, squeezing gently. “Meet me here at sundown.”
“Of course,” he says, though what he means is anything for you.
Stable breath finally leaves his lungs when you happily turn out of the room, walking fast down the hallway. He’s too eager about seeing you again this evening that he knows his attention will be less than usual as he goes about his errands for the day.
Still, distracted by you is not a bad way to spend his time.
It’s bashful to admit that his thoughts are mostly occupied by you, regardless. For a Jedi with a Code to follow, the mere thought of you is much an effective motivator.
But he’s always been this way. Whether he likes it or not, Obi-Wan knows that he’s a hopeless romantic. It comes in many forms—some with how beautiful he sees such things like nature, the ocean, and the stars, and some with moments like younglings laughing on the grass, or a brother reaching out a hand for support. Many things he romanticizes. It just so happens that amongst all things, you’re the one his heart is set on.
The training room looks much different in a sunlit glow; everything casted over in deep orange. The morning felt cool, but there’s a warmth here now as the sun begins to dip beneath the horizon.
He’s been idly swinging the hilt of his lightsaber back and forth, eyes focused on the sunset. Too deep in thought to feel the presence behind him, though he should feel it, that he jumps a fraction when your hand meets his shoulder.
And dear Maker, you’re laughing at him again.
“You’re prepared this time?” Says you, smiling at him with a hint of sarcasm to your words.
Obi-Wan bows some, just enough to have you chuckling.
“Oh, yes. The question is, are you?”
“I suppose we’ll find out,”
Your cloak is thrown over to the side where Obi-Wan’s already lies and you’re stepping to your spot on the floor, watching him eagerly as you extend your lightsaber and it ignites ablaze. He grins at your enthusiasm and within a breath, you’re at each other.
It probably shouldn’t be something he admits to himself, but Obi-Wan quite enjoys sparring with you. There’s a thrill in the way the two of you reflect and deflect each other. An enticing energy of knowing that either of you won’t actually strike the other, though it’s possible. A tempestuous feeling of being close.
Almost like a dance, you and Obi-Wan spin around each other, outstretching hands, dipping beneath the other, and flowing like water until one of you acts the rock that stops the movement.
His boot catches your calf in a childish manner of comically tripping you, yet it’s at such an angle that your whole body tips forward, dropping with the weight of how his action hinders your stability.
If you were Anakin, in all honesty, Obi-Wan would have let you fall. But you’re gasping at the drop and he feels frantic to prevent you from hurting yourself, so he dips quicker than you fall to catch you in his arms. Hastily, however, that he loses his footing in the process and you’re both smacking against the tiles of the training room, your lightsabers retracted and rolling toward the wall.
The only fortune in that is how Obi-Wan goes tumbling first, effectively cushioning your fall straight onto his chest. But his head knocks against the floor, not enough to cause a contusion, but enough to make a sound that has your hand flying straight to the base of his neck from behind.
“Oh,” you worry, eyes direct on him. “Are you alright?”
He offers a smile, though there’s a throbbing in his head now.
“I’m fine. Are you?”
“Well, you caught me before I could be the one to smack my head against the floor, so, yes.”
Obi-Wan hums. “I might be regretting that now.”
There’s a slight huff to your smile as you help him sit straight, still close enough that at least some part of him is touching you. In this case, his legs are against your hips as you peer over his shoulder, your fingers still at the base of his neck and now flittering through his hair.
“I don’t feel a bump,” you say, inspecting the hurt area.
He wonders why you don’t sit behind him, since you’re practically draped over his shoulder at this point.
“Aren’t you lucky?”
You mean in reference to the fact that his head isn’t swelling but his mind nags at him that it’s because he’s able to touch you so closely.
“How come you dove for me?” You ask, sitting back to look him in the eyes. “You would have won if you let me fall.”
“Well,” he swallows. “I was hardly playing fair.”
“True, but,” you’re whispering now, “that doesn’t answer my question.”
His answer, if he were to be honest, would be hazardous. To tell you that he cares for you so deeply that even in a friendly match he would risk his own safety just to assure yours would not only speak of the secret to you but go against the Code he’s been following since before he can remember.
“Truth be told,” he starts. “I don’t want to be responsible for the injury of a fellow Jedi.”
“Ah,” you chuckle. “So, you were saving your skin.”
“And hurt my skin in the process.”
You give him a sympathetic smile, rubbing again at his head. His hair’s a mess, surely, if not by the fall then by how keenly he was sparring. Wisps along his forehead, no longer combed back as neatly as he does every morning. You don’t seem to mind, though.
In fact, you’re quite intent on soothing his pain. When Obi-Wan realizes that’s all you’ve been doing for the last minute, he brings a hand up to your own still in his hair and he gently rubs at your skin with his thumb, hoping that the gesture enough will stir you awake from whatever thought you’re buried in.
It does nothing. No, actually, you give him an even softer smile. This time, looking him in the eyes. It makes his heart do a summersault in his chest when it suddenly dawns on him that you’re both sat on the floor, legs pressed against each other, your hand in his hair and his hand on yours, and neither of you seem content to move.
His temptations are flooring him again and Obi-Wan is reminding himself of the rules he’s made, but that prior feeling is so much more powerful and even more harder to resist.
The air feels thinner and he thinks the only solution be your lips, if he were to press his own against them he might be able to breathe. He’s tipping, similar to when he caught you, instead this time he’s leaning for your touch, close to tearing down those rules of his.
Except just the mere mention of the rules, now more tangible as he watches you lean as well, gives him enough reason to stop himself before he starts. Though, he desperately wants to give in. Yet, he’s in the Jedi Temple of all places! This, as much as it is craved by his heart, is something he can’t let himself risk.
He places a hand on your shoulder before he can fall into it anymore, giving you a smile to ward away any confusion. Not that you were truly leaning into him, though. He must have been imagining it.
“Perhaps another time,” he says, meaning the fight but slipping the forbidden kiss between the words as well.
He’s assured no harm is done when you smile at him in reply, but there’s that glint in your eyes he knows too well.
“I won’t fall next time, Obi-Wan. I assure you that.”
Believe it, he’s already fallen.
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As much as Obi-Wan is a fighter, he can’t deny that he rather enjoys quiet days. Such as now where he sits with his friends on a sunny afternoon, overlooking the gardens of Naboo.
Granted, it was a mission which was his reason for being here in the first place, but it was rather easy and with so many helpful hands it was sorted by lunch time. Padmé, ever the gracious host, insisted everyone stay for something to eat and when he felt his stomach growl at the mere mention of food, Obi-Wan couldn’t say no.
Anakin is sitting next to Padmé on his left and across on the other side is you and Riggs, a brave clone trooper and friend. Obi-Wan has always relished in the sound of your laughter, even feeling quite accomplished when he makes you smile, so your joy is something contagious as Riggs tells another one of his infamous stories.
“You’re always getting yourself into trouble,” you chuckle, nudging Riggs in the shoulder.
He laughs, brows raising in defense.
“Me?” He counters. “Says you, sparky. Should I tell everyone about our time on Bar’leth?”
Obi-Wan doesn’t miss the way you flare at that, shaking your head at Riggs in what is most likely supposed to be a subtle motion but it’s pretty obvious to anyone paying attention.
Your reaction only seems to spur Riggs on, who smiles wider than a Cheshire cat.
“I don’t think I’ve heard that one,” Anakin pitches in, leaning on the table with his elbow. “Care to share?”
“No,” you shake your head, looking from Riggs to Anakin. “It’s a very boring story, honestly.”
“Let them be the judge of that,” Riggs nudges your arm like you had done to him earlier. “It started off as a basic recon mission. We were going to spend the night when—”
“Riggs.”
He’s chuckling at your attempts to shut him up and Obi-Wan, silently watching the whole thing, starts to get this fire burning in the pit of his stomach that he’s not used to.
“The night?” He asks, cautiously. “Together?”
“Oh, yeah,” Riggs nods, facing Obi-Wan and gesturing with his hands. “Have you seen the way this one sleeps? Trust me, I’ve got pictures—”
The rest of his sentence gets swallowed down with the slice of cake you suddenly shove into his mouth, muffling whatever else he was ready to say.
“Have you tried the cake?” You ask, voice spikey. “I think the cake is delicious. Anyone want a piece?”
Padmé and Anakin are laughing, happily accepting your offer for some dessert. Riggs chuckles through a cough when he tries to consume the cake piece in his mouth in one gulp, and you’re slapping down on his back to help him but your lips are drawn in a tight line and Riggs makes a noise of pain.
“Obi-Wan?” Comes your voice, eyes on him.
He’s startled out of his trance—having been so focused on the way that despite the story you don’t want told, you’ve moved closer to Riggs—and finds himself confused on why you’ve called his name.
You smile, gesturing down at the table. “Do you want some cake?”
“Oh,” he breathes out, shaking his head. “No, thank you. I couldn’t eat another thing. I think I’ll go for a walk.”
“Now?” Anakin asks, eyeing his master with that brotherlike inspection. “Where are you going?”
“Just around,”
It’s more so a rushed answer as he excuses himself from the table, turning on his heel and ignoring the gazes set on him by everyone who watches him leave.
Being quick about it is probably not the best as hastiness, especially when running from something, is a clear identifier of offense. But he had to get away, strangely. That fiery feeling in his stomach grew too hot when he saw how cozy you and Riggs were sitting beside each other, and it felt like the flames were going to spill out from his mouth.
He’s never felt like this before. It’s scary, for one thing, that he can even experience a feeling that isn’t in his vocabulary, though there’s a storm over his head that tells him exactly what it is he just felt and why exactly he pushed himself away from the scene.
Though he flees, Obi-Wan does admire the Naboo gardens as he walks. Everything here is so vibrant; the water, the grass, the flowers, the fruit, the tastes and smells. If Obi-Wan convinces himself enough, he can believe this planet to be paradise.
Even so, it seems he can’t be alone for long.
“Obi-Wan,” he hears you call, and acting the fool, he runs.
Not as if he were being chased, but just quick enough to dip behind the large hedge and hide himself.
He sees you a moment later, walking down the path he was on a moment before with a small plate in your hand and a slice of cake sitting on it. Oh, how his heart melts at the sight of you.
What he thinks is going to happen is that you’ll look around, find him nowhere in sight, and keep on walking, or return to the others. At first, he thinks he’s correct as you stop in your place and look around the garden. But then you huff, something irritated, and march over to the hedge he’s crouched behind, shoving a fist through the foliage that meets him on the other side.
“Ow!” He cries, rubbing at his chest where you punched him.
“I knew you were there,” you say, stepping around it to face him. “Why did you hide?”
Obi-Wan pouts at the ache in his chest. You can land one hell of a punch.
“I wanted to be alone,” he says, not missing the way there’s a crease forming between your brows.
“Sorry,” you say it so softly, it almost breaks his heart. “You left so suddenly, I thought something must be wrong. So, I brought you a slice.”
Now, Obi-Wan feels guilty. All that surge of emotions prompted him to speak without really thinking first.
“I appreciate it,” he says, stepping forward to take the plate from your hand.
He doesn’t get ahold of it, though, as your hand grabs his wrist, pulling him alongside you as you walk across the garden. He’s stammering, asking you what you’re doing, but you just lead him with you over to a bench under a blossoming canopy, sitting down with a huff.
The plate is placed down beside you and to Obi-Wan’s dismay it is on the furthest side.
“You know you can tell me anything,” you say.
It’s truthful and Obi-Wan knows it, nodding with what you say. But he can’t find the words to tell you what’s on his mind. Or, rather, what’s on his heart. That’s the most embarrassing of all. The fire he felt is something he doesn’t want to utter aloud, but knows its reasoning. He’d rather keep it concealed.
When it seems you grow impatient at his silence, you shuffle toward him, sitting closer, and hold your hands out.
“Come on,” you wave them. “Meditate with me.”
Meditating sounds a lovely respite, however, he knows where his thoughts are heading. This will make matters worse, especially if you manage to hear him.
“No, thank you. I’m afraid I’m far from focused right now. I just needed some air.”
“While we sat outside?” Your brow raises with the tone of your voice, eyeing him suspiciously. “No cake, no meditating, and giving me some bantha fodder excuse... what’s wrong, really?”
Obi-Wan shakes his head. “You shouldn’t say that.”
Not like he’s been much of a saint with his vocabulary but, still, there is a matter of propriety he’s trying to maintain.
It doesn’t deter you, though. You sigh, reaching for him again. This time, holding his arms, leaning forward like you’re trying to peek behind his eyelids.
“Was it something I did?”
“No,” he’s quick to say it. “No, not you. That’s impossible.”
You smile at him, short and prideful. “Then how can I make things better, Obi-Wan? How can I help you?”
Everything you say sounds so beautiful, so tempting. If he knew there’d be no repercussions, he’d fall right into you. He’d let you hold him, knowing that even something as simple as that can cure him from his unnecessary saddling.
What he wants from you will not help him, though he wants to give into it. You’re so close to him again like that evening in the training room and he finds himself falling into what could be described as nostalgia even though the memory is not that far away.
He feels drawn-in again, a buzzing on his lips in yearning to press them against your own. Maker, you’re looking at him with those deep eyes and he’s losing his sense of control once more. The atmosphere aids in sweltering those feelings even more, sitting in such a romantic setting.
Moving does nothing to deter himself, he realizes. As soon as he shifts slightly, his hands drawing down your arms to settle in place where your hands are on him, he finds the space between you is more minimal than what it should be.
He wants to. He really wants to. But he knows he can’t.
“You can do me one favor,” he says, and your alertness is admirable. “Pass me the cake?”
You laugh, leaning backward when he says it and he’s freed from the closeness you both shared. With a smile on your lips, Obi-Wan understands how the fire in his stomach ignited from the way he loves making you laugh and, apparently, hates it when someone else can do it better than he can.
“If it helps,” you shake your head, picking up the plate, “then I’ll happily save you a slice.”
He’s done the same for you. Not with cake, but with his heart.
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Dark clouds are swirling in the sky as the rain pours down heavily, almost making it hard to see. Obi-Wan is growing tired of running but he knows he can’t stop. Not unless he wants to be captured. Not unless he ever wants to see you again.
Getting ambushed on a mission is not exactly top five of the things Obi-Wan likes to experience, but being in the thick of it was simply his style. Where else would he be, really, if not right where it’s all happening, right in the danger?
Anakin was somewhere with Rex and Ahsoka, aiding one side of the battle, while Obi-Wan and yourself were fighting on this side. In the height of all of it, though, you both were separated. He knows you can handle yourself but he can’t help from worrying. After all, even in a playful spar, he’s making sure you don’t get hurt.
He’s fortunate enough to find coverage somewhere secluded, away from any prying eyes. Fortunate to catch his breath as he slides his lightsaber against his hip, leaning his head on the pillar and seeing his breath fanning in the air by how cold it is.
He knows he can’t stay here long. He needs to keep moving, otherwise they’ll find him. It’s not the best place to hide, anyhow, as the only thing keeping him from being seen is this pillar, and the rain is wafting down to where he is that he’s still getting wet. Less than standing under the sky, but not enough to bother wiping his brow.
There’s a pressure in the air before he sees a face, but he knows it’s coming quick enough to get his hand prepped on his lightsaber hilt, one move from drawing it.
Then, “Obi-Wan,”
It’s your voice and he turns to watch you slink behind the pillar further down, each pillar standing in a line, pressing your back up against it.
“Thank the stars,” he says under his breath, turning to lean on his shoulder. “Are you hurt?”
You shake your head. “No. Are you?”
“No more than usual.”
When you raise your brow at him, he chuckles. It’s short-lived due to the tightness in his chest from having run for so long, still breathing heavily.
Same as him, you’re soaked from head to toe. You attempt to squeeze some water out of your robes but with the rain sweeping past the pillars, it doesn’t do much. With a sigh, you seem to also be delaying to rest, even for a short moment.
“So much for an easy mission,” you shake your head.
Obi-Wan grins. “Are they ever?”
“I suppose you’re right. Oh—” you click your fingers and he doesn’t fear the noise, knowing that the rain is covering up your voices. “What about Naboo? That was a piece of cake.”
He stares at you a moment, furrowing his brows some. There’s a chuckle ready to pour out from his mouth at any second, but it’s holding its place as he ponders.
“Was that a pun?” He asks.
You smile, ever so eagerly. “Of course.”
He lets the chuckle die, not necessarily being a big fan of puns, much to the dismay of one Anakin Skywalker.
“Well,” he confesses, “it’s nice to know you still have your sense of humor in situations like this.”
“And I’ve still got you.”
He smiles some, watching the droplets of water running down your face. It instinctually has him wiping at his forehead.
“As I have you.” He says.
You nod, peering behind the pillar. “Always.”
It won’t always be like this, though. Will it? Times change and Obi-Wan has known them to change pretty quickly, so he can’t help but wonder how long this will last, whatever this is. He hates to think that you only see him as a friend or a fellow Jedi and nothing more when he sees you like the sun on a cloudy day.
What he would give for some sun right now. When this mission is over, he fears he’ll get a cold.
“Have you seen the others?” He asks, hopeful that you’ve accomplished more than him.
“Only from when we landed,” you tell him. “But Ahsoka reached me by comlink. They’ve almost swept their area so I told her to meet us here, then I came and found you.”
“Good thinking,” he breathes out, finally regaining a normal rhythm with the beating in his chest.
There’s a kick of wind amidst the storm and a plentiful amount of rain comes splashing past the pillars and crashing onto the ground by both your feet. It makes you jump, stepping to the side of the pillar you were hiding behind.
“This rain is relentless!” You cry, looking down at all the water that leaves a giant puddle. “My boots are soaked. I’ll have to get some new ones—”
Water doesn’t pour past the pillars this time but instead gunfire does. A singular shot cuts through the rain, nipping your arm and you yelp, and then the rest of the cavalry seemingly arrive as more and more shots are fired where you are standing out in the open.
Obi-Wan manages to spring into action after the first shot, luckily, and grabs ahold of the arm closest to him, tugging you over to his pillar and right up against his body, where he shields the sides of you with his arms.
The gunfire doesn’t cease and you flinch, burying your face into his robes. He can only think to hold onto you tightly so that not even an inch of yourself is peeking past the pillar, in order that you don’t get shot at again.
When the attacks quieten, leaving just the downpour to fill up the empty space, Obi-Wan tightens a hand on your shoulder.
“Looks like you were followed,” he grumbles, though he knows it’s not your fault.
Your hands go from resting on his chest to gripping tightly onto his arms, risking a glance to the side in what Obi-Wan assumes is trying to find where the gunfire came from.
“Mother of Kwath!” You rage. “I was so careful too.”
He feels it in him to berate you for using that kind of speech yet again, but decides better of it.
“No use fretting on the past,” Obi-Wan says, one hand drawing to your back. “How bad is it?”
Your face contours into concentration, looking like you’re trying to number the amount of soldiers adjacent to where you both stand. Any freedom the two of you had to spring back into action is gone now. At the moment, you’re cornered.
“I can only make out the front line,” you groan, slinking in his arms. “There’s a lot of them, though.”
Obi-Wan hums. “Let’s hope that the others come quickly. But I was asking about your arm.”
You glance up at him, paused for a moment, like what he said comes as a complete shock to you, if only for the second after he said it.
“Oh,” looking down at your arm, you shrug. “It’s a scratch.”
“Really?”
Obi-Wan’s hand at your shoulder comes down to rest at the reddened area on your arm, undoubtedly where the blood is seeping through from the gunshot wound. He’s gentle as he peels back the cut in your robes, now singed, to inspect the area.
True as you said, it’s essentially a scratch. But it must have nicked you more than what he thought it did since it’s bleeding quite heavily. Nothing a bandage won’t fix, yet it’s there.
“Your verdict?” You ask him.
For the first time since he grabbed you, he realizes just how close the two of you are. Looking into your eyes feels as if walking into a trap, and the words get lodged in his throat as you watch him under your lashes.
You really, really don’t know what that look does to him.
“You’ll live,” he says, though he thinks he’s dying.
Even more so when the gunfire kicks up again and you’re stepping closer on instinct, same as he with wrapping his arms around you, and with the jump you both make, your noses touch.
The firing and rain might as well fade into the background, that’s how focused Obi-Wan is on you right now. There’s a voice in the back of his head, screaming at him to pay attention, you idiot! But he’s so far gone. So far gone. There’s no hope in coming back from this now.
He feels your hands climb his shoulders, one on the back of his neck and the other at his cheek, and he shivers as if the cold is what makes him do that.
“Obi-Wan,” you speak. “There might not be a next time.”
He’s fearful for a moment that you’ve just heard his thoughts, or that he isn’t wearing as good a poker face as he believed. But that can’t be what you mean. Going out in a blaze of glory, surely, is what exactly you meant by those words.
Though he thinks they’ll haunt him for the rest of his life if you both make it out of here alive.
Which, so happens, turns out to be very possible as a flash of blue comes from behind the pillar and moments later, Ahsoka’s head is peeking around the corner.
“Let’s go, you two.” She says with a curious eye.
You’re out of his arms within a second, running behind Ahsoka to jump into the fight.
Obi-Wan, on the other hand, has to give himself a moment to breathe before he can pretend like he wasn’t just about to break one of his rules he so adamantly set up.
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It’s been two weeks since the mission in the rain and Obi-Wan has been steadfast in taking every single mission thereafter that can put some distance between himself and you.
Even outside of the Order, if you and the others were going to spend time together, he’d give a curt “no, thank you” and some daft excuse and be as far away as possible from wherever everyone was going.
Maybe it’s a cowardly thing to do, since essentially Obi-Wan is running away, but with the temptations behind him already he feels like this is the only solution.
Anakin has asked about it, though. Ever the persistent friend, trying to uncover whatever Obi-Wan is hiding from him. He gets the same response every time—“There’s a war, Anakin.”—but none of it seem to deter him for very long.
Slowly, one by one, more people began to speak out about Obi-Wan’s behavior. Even Riggs. That was not a fun conversation. You too have tried to talk to him about it but he’s quick to make sure that you both have little to no interaction whatsoever, even if that means being a little harsh about it.
So, understandably, people were going to figure it out. Padmé, Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, Cody, and Riggs have actually managed to talk to him. But you, on the other hand, have been evaded at every turn. Yes, it was obvious and everyone caught onto it. Now, Obi-Wan stays away from anyone he can (which doesn’t work well when you have Jedi duties to do.)
One day it happens. Obi-Wan is walking through the hangar bay to get to a ship for yet another solo missioned he accepted—though he really begged for it—and you’re waiting for him at the door of the vehicle, arms crossed and gaze set like stone against him.
Caraya’s Soul, you look scary like that.
He tries to play it casually, but in reality he’s beginning to sweat.
“Hello there,” he says, putting on a smile.
You don’t so much as grin at him. The ice cold front is not something he’s been a victim to with you before, and he pities whoever has.
“Let’s not dance around this, Obi-Wan.” Even your voice is far from cheerful. “Why are you avoiding me?”
The one thing he didn’t plan for, he now realizes, is the confrontation. He’s been running even from that.
“I’m sorry if you feel that way, but I promise I’ve only been doing my duty to the Order. I sometimes devote all my attention to it.”
Obi-Wan knows that’s the oldest lie in the book and it’s one of the most heartless lies as well, since he’s essentially flipping the blame onto you and hoping that you’ll take it and leave.
But you’re more persistent than that and Obi-Wan knows this, with the exception of you leaning off of the ship and stepping directly in front of him.
“You’re a kriffing liar, Obi-Wan.”
“You really shouldn’t say—”
“You’re ignoring me and I want to know why!”
That’s the most angered you’ve ever been around him and what hurts him is that he’s the one you’re angry at. He theorized that with his relentless avoidance that you could be upset, sad mostly, but angry wasn’t something he thought he’d come up against.
So, he does what he knows has worked so far. He runs away.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says it like he’s offended, stepping around you. “You’re imagining things.”
Your hand reaches out and grabs him by the arm, stopping him in his tracks.
“Stop lying to me, Obi-Wan. I know you better than you think and I can tell something’s wrong, and I can tell it’s to do with me.”
There’s hurt in your voice and Obi-Wan wants to wrap you in his arms like he caught you during training, or when he wanted to hold your hands in the Naboo gardens, or when he held you to him behind the pillar. All reasons why he wants to run to you and all reasons why he ran from you in the first place.
“We were so close,” you say. “What happened?”
He’s reminded of just how many good times there have been with you. All the times you both spent together—training, fighting alongside each other, drinking Jawa Juice in the silent hours of the morning when both of you should be asleep, and how with every joke he’d tell, you’d hold onto his arm like you haven’t heard anything funnier.
The grip you have on his arm now is not as pleasant as those times, though. He can feel it from your veins to his that you’re desperate.
“Let me in, Obi-Wan.” You whisper, turning toward him. “Won’t you, please?”
He’ll slip, he knows he will, if he lets you talk to him like that. He’ll fall even harder and ignore that voice in his head even more just from one look from you. Without so much as knowing it, you can reel him in by the simple gestures alone.
He can’t let himself get tangled in this. As the wielder of a blue lightsaber, he has to guard himself. Protect his heart from the dangers of loving you.
Pressing his hand down firmly on yours still holding tight to his arm, he pulls you off of him.
“There’s nothing to say.”
He sees your heart break when you frown at him, as if he threw the words right at you.
“Why are you doing this?” Your question presses him and there’s a waver to your voice that almost shatters him.
He sighs, aching through his bones. “I have to go.”
“Don’t hide from me,”
“There’s much I have to do—”
“You’re hurting my feelings.”
He groans within himself, screwing his eyes shut. “I mean no harm, I promise.”
“Then tell me I don’t matter.”
At once, his eyes open and he sees the damage he’s truly done. You’re crying silently, waiting for him to make it worse. The determination he had to rid your mark on him goes melting away to the floor, content on dissolving beneath his feet.
All the strength he has feels like it’s failing him. He can’t stay but he can’t bear to go. He’s splitting apart, ripping rigidly into two shapes he won’t be able to recognize once they separate.
Is it even possible that he can remain a whole without you in his life?
There is not even an ounce of him that can say the words you want him to speak, even if it’s a lie. Simply saying it would do more damage to him than you can possibly imagine.
He shakes his head. “I can’t do that.”
You raise your chin, frustrations seeping into the sadness of your gaze. “No, I want you to say it.”
“Why would you want that?”
“Because if you say it then I’ll let you leave.”
You’re tearing him apart with this, digging your fingers into his flesh. There is not an inch of him that detests you so, not even some part of him that finds one attribute of yours less than lovely. You’re everything to him.
“I can’t just let you go,” you say, lips trembling. “Because I love you too much. I have to hear you say that I don’t matter so that I don’t hold on for an explanation you’ll never tell.”
A weight drops on him, direct on his chest. It pushes and pushes and he loses his breath.
“You love me?”
The question feels so boyish but you look so sure, and it’s enough for him to forget every warning he’s ever told himself.
“I’ve always loved you.” You tell him.
That’s enough, he thinks, to break the dam. Nothing could penetrate his armor, he once thought, but you’ve done it with gentle fingers. With one touch, he dispels like smoke and with it go his rules.
He does what he held himself back from doing before, three times already. Obi-Wan reaches out, his hand on your cheek, and he leans closer than the two of you have ever been and he kisses you, deeply, sweetly, and achingly. He kisses you with sincerity. He kisses you with all the might he has remaining.
His affections pulse between your lips, flowing like electricity enough to spark you awake. Instantly, your arms are wrapped around him, pushing enough to make the space between you burst. It shatters so that only you two remain.
Obi-Wan kisses you now, knowing he’ll kiss you again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day he knows he’ll spend the rest of his life with you, burying his lightsaber in the sand.
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𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒
PAIRING: obi-wan kenobi x gn!reader
SUMMARY: @celestialwrites secret dating prompt list; dancing alone in empty rooms.
WORD COUNT: 614
RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences. fluff. no y/n.
NOTES: its been awhile since i've written anything, so take this blurb with gracious hands
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The sun was setting.
You were not supposed to be in the Temple any longer, yet you were. It had been hard to find the exit after your responsibilities had been fulfilled, for Obi-Wan Kenobi was far more convincing than he should be. With something as simple as a smile, a wink, and warm hands grasping yours you were redirected to a different part of the building, your original plans being thrown aside as your feet moved despite your mental protests.
They were not convincing enough. There was no label on what you and the Jedi Master had, but it was special nonetheless. Surely forbidden for a man living by the Order, but it had to have been worth it for him to risk what he has. That thought always made your heart flutter.
Oh yes, this would be frowned upon. You felt far too much for the warrior of peace for it to be deemed acceptable.
“And what is your plan if someone catches you sneaking me off into the depths of this Temple, hmm?” you whisper to him, bumping your body into his as you take another turn.
“Oh trust me, darling, I have a plan for everything,” he whispered back, voice smooth as he smirked at you. Cheeks reddening, you felt warm.
Finally, you seemed to reach the room he was searching for, and upon entering you were met with high columns and open windows. Orange sunlight streaming in, painting everything in a deep glow. Obi-Wan’s footsteps were silent as he walked into the open space, but you did not possess all the grace he came with; your boots clacked on the marble flooring as you followed, softly echoing throughout the large expanse.
“Care to dance?”
The question broke your train of thought, causing you to turn your head to see him standing in the middle. He was angelic, really, washed in warmth and looking like a man in love. You did not often let yourself think that of him, but it was hard to deny it when he was looking at you as if you were the one who hung the sun and moon every rotation, hand held out to you as his words hung in the air.
There was no label on whatever it was that you both had, whatever connection it was that bound you two together and had you always coming back for more. But perhaps, just maybe, that label could be love. Could be something more.
You had somewhere to be, things to do and a home to return to, your absence would surely be noted; but it did not matter when Obi-Wan Kenobi was asking you to dance in an empty room during a Coruscant sunset. It did not matter when he made you feel like there was hope in this galaxy and you were wholeheartedly and unashamedly in love with him.
Obi-Wan had somewhere to be, responsibilities to tend to and an oath to live by, his actions would surely break that oath; but it did not matter when you looked so beautiful in the lowlight of the ending day. It did not matter when you made him feel like he was alive and he was unabashedly and completely in love with you.
And so your hand ended up in his, and he pulled you closer. Your chests touched as he wrapped an arm around your waist and you wondered if he could feel your heart skip a beat. You danced slowly to nonexistent music, moving around the room and getting lost in whatever it was you both had. No label, no words, just love and one another; dancing alone in an empty room.
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A Painful Secret
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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3,815ish
Summary: You have a secret chronic illness, unwilling to share the information out of fear. Obi-Wan knows you are hiding something.
Notes: This is based on my real life, so please be kind with the comments. (Obviously with some exaggeration.) I am a 4th grade teacher with Rheumatoid Arthritis and this week has been hell (because of students, parents, and my body).
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you tried to use the Force to push away your pain. You hated that meditation was doing nothing to ease any of your discomforts. With a sigh, you opened your eyes and glanced at the clock. You needed to get going to be down in the training rooms before your class of younglings got there. It took you a moment to gain your bearings before standing up. A whimper slipped through your lips as the moment hurt your aching joints even more. You knew that you should probably cancel your class or get another Jedi Master to sub, but that would be the third time in a week, and the Jedi Council—mainly one certain member—would be questioning you more than was already happening.
Only a few medical droids and two of the Jedi Healers knew of your illness. It was an illness of the joints and even with all the medicine in the Galaxy, there was no real treatment or cure for it. And, of course, it would only it worse with age. You had good days and bad days, right now though there seemed to be more bad days than good. You were known throughout the Jedi Order as a fighter, in actions and words, so giving in to this illness was not an option. Especially since you had the future of the Jedi Order relying on you.
As you walked through the Temple to reach the training room that was your classroom, you weren’t moving as fast as you like. You had your shields up around your Force signature to keep other Jedi from finding out your pain as you passed them.
“Hello there, Master Y/N,” Obi-Wan Kenobi greeted as he came to walk beside you.
You pressed out a smile. “Hello, Master Obi-Wan,” you responded. “How are you doing today? Anakin cause you any trouble today?”
“Not yet,” he chuckled lightly. “I am good. I have been worried about how you have been, though.”
“Oh?”
“You have canceled classes twice this week. And your guards are up more often than not. It is unlike you.”
“I am fine, Obi-Wan.” The look in his eye made it clear he wasn’t believing you. “I promise.”
“Y/N,” he sighed, gently touching your arm as a signal to stop with him. You did. “We’ve known each other since we were younglings. I know when you are keeping something from me. You have been for a while and I have let you, allowing you to deal with whatever it is on your own time. But now you are missing your teaching assignment and your guards are up and you are holding yourself as if you are in constant pain. Y/N, I am begging you, tell me what is wrong. I just want to help.”
For a brief moment, you thought you might tell Obi-Wan. He could help you, and support you on your bad days. Then your mind got the better of you. Your thoughts quickly spiraling. What if he sees you as weak? What if he tells the Council and you are banned from helping with the war effort? Banned from teaching your younglings? Or worse, thrown from the Order because of it?
“I’m fine, Obi-Wan,” you lied, trying to convince him with a smile. “I do need to go. I am going to be late.”
You rushed off, ignoring your joints screaming in pain as you headed for your training room. You sighed in relief once you were there and it was clear that Obi-Wan hadn’t followed you. Though your body needed a moment's rest, you needed to set up the room for your lesson.
~~~
Obi-Wan watched with concern as you rushed away from him. He could tell that you were in pain, just by the way your body was moving. For months, Obi-Wan had been able to sense that you had been keeping something from him. It pained him to know that you felt the need to do so, as the two of you had always confided in each other since your days as younglings. The two of you had always sought each other out when you needed, but for some reason this was different. If you were in pain—if you were sick—he believed he had the right to know. You going through anything alone wasn’t an option for him.
Obi-Wan knew that you were a fighter, it was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. His love was the secret he was keeping from you—wisely, he believed. You were a strong and wise Jedi, someone many looked up to. Every youngling you taught ended up loving you, though you were strict and yet fun. You knew the importance of hard work though had a balance of play as well. Another reason Obi-Wan loved you.
You were a Jedi that was looked upon with great pride and even envy. Obi-Wan believed that you would never break the Code for him. That is why he was content to just be your friend—close friend, albeit—but a friend nonetheless. So this secret you were keeping from him was not sitting well with him. Not at all.
Once he was sure you were in the training room, readying it to teach your younglings a lesson, Obi-Wan went in search of his former Padawan. You and Anakin had bonded as Obi-Wan trained the boy. You were more of a mother figure to Anakin and the two of you could be found together often when you were both free. Obi-Wan found Anakin talking to Ahsoka in the hangar as the two of them looked over one of Anakin’s ships.
“Master Kenobi!” Ahsoka greeted.
“Hello, Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan responded with a nod. He turned to her Master. “Anakin.”
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said with a smile as he wiped some oil off of his hands. “What brings you down here?”
“It’s about Y/N.”
Anakin immediately straightened with worry. “What is it? Is she okay? What’s wrong?”
“I am afraid I don’t know. I was hoping you did. Have you noticed anything different about her lately?”
Anakin took a few seconds to think over Obi-Wan’s question before responding. “Well, Y/N hasn’t been willing to spare with me like she used to. She always comes up with excuses.”
“She does the same with me,” Ahsoka added. You had taken her under your wing as soon as she became Anakin’s Padawan. You knew she needed a strong female influence in her life. “Now that I think of it, I haven’t spared with her in months.”
“Same. I have also noticed that sometimes when I touch her, she winces or tenses.” Obi-Wan nodded, having noticed the same things himself. “Do you think she’s sick?”
“I do not know,” Obi-Wan replied honestly.
“Have you tried looking up her medical records?” Ahsoka suggested. “You are a member of the Jedi Council, you do have access to them.”
“I could not break her trust like that.”
“Yet, you could ask us if we knew anything?” Anakin asked, in a slightly teasing tone.
“This is different, Anakin.” Obi-Wan sighed, running a hand down his face. His hand stopped, stroking his beard. “I am worried.”
“I’m sure Snips doesn’t mind trying to pry information out of her with me.”
“No, no,” Obi-Wan shook his head, “there’s no need for that. I will figure this out on my own.”
~~~
Teaching had worn you out. There were a few younglings that were still struggling with the ways of the Jedi Order and decided to wreak havoc today. The actions of the younglings forced you to stop your lessons and call in another Master to help you deal with the problem. Once the problem had been dealt it, you were not feeling up to teaching anymore and it was getting late anyway. You let your younglings go, telling them to meet at the same time and place the next day, before slowly making the trek up to your room.
Every joint in your body was screaming at you and begging for you to just lay down in the middle of the Temple corridors. When you reached the hallway where your room resided, you were practically using the wall to stand.
“Y/N?” Obi-Wan called, coming up from behind.
“Kriff,” you muttered under your breath.
Before you knew it, the man was at your side. “Are you alright? You don’t look so well.”
“I’m fine, Obi-Wan. Just tired. It was a long day of teaching.”
“Are you sure? You seem to be barely able to—“
“I just need rest. I’ll be fine in the morning.” You went to continue to your room but Obi-Wan moved to stand firmly in front of you.
“I do not believe you. Something is wrong. Why aren’t you willing to tell me what it is?”
“I’m not—“
“Stop lying to me. We’ve known each other for the majority of our lives. I know when you are keeping a secret from me.”
You bit your bottom lip briefly as you tried to reign in your quickly overwhelming emotions. “I’m handling it.”
“You don’t have to handle it on your own though. I’m here… or there’s Anakin and Ahsoka. Just, please, talk to someone—if not me—about what you are going through. I am worried, and I know that I am not the only one. Please, Y/N—“ He went to take your hand but you flinched away like he had hurt you. His eyes grew sadder if that was even possible. “Did someone hurt you?”
“No,” you shook your head, immediately regretting the movement.
“Because if someone hurt you, I will not stand for it. Tell me who—“
“No one hurt me, Obi-Wan. It’s not that.”
“Then are you…” He paused, swallowing. “My dear, are you sick?”
You looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “Please, Obi-Wan, drop it.”
“Not when you are clearly struggling. Let me help you.”
“You can’t.” You finally looked at him with watery eyes. “No one can.”
Then, while Obi-Wan processed what you had said, you hurried to your room. The door slid shut behind you before you quickly locked it and leaned back against it. You began to cry as you slid down to the floor. Obi-Wan had pulled himself from his thoughts too late but had moved to stand at your closed door. He could hear your muffled cries behind the door and longed to hold you and help you. But Obi-Wan knew that he truly could not help you if you would not let him in—to both your room and the secret.
~~~
You woke up in the morning, having fallen asleep on the floor near your door. The position did not help your pain, only worsening it. You whimpered as you shakily tried standing. You were forced to use the door as a steady place to lean on as you slowly stood up straight. Breathing heavily, you leaned against the door with your eyes closed. You tried to use the Force to help control your pain as the Healers had taught you, but your brain was too scattered to focus properly.
It took you too long to get yourself to the refresher, then even longer to actually freshen up for the day. You tried to control your pain and trembling as you made your way down to the training room, where your younglings were already waiting. As you started your lesson, you could tell that the younglings were concerned about you. Your speech was slow, your body was shaking, and your face kept contorting in pain with even the slightest movement.
After about an hour and a half of teaching, your heart felt like it could beat out of your chest. Your hand came up to brace yourself against the column as black spots started in your vision.
“Master Y/N!” A youngling exclaimed. “Are you alright?”
“Jaki,” you breathlessly panted, “go get Master Kenobi… now please.”
The youngling, Jaki, rushed out of the training room just as you had fainted.
~~~
Obi-Wan was dressed in his armor as he listened to the latest briefing about the war. He and Anakin were the only ones physically in the war room while a few of the Jedi Council joined via hologram. Obi-Wan had his hand on his beard as he tried to listen to what his fellow Council members were saying, but his thoughts kept coming back to you. He was broken out of his trace when the war room door slid open and a youngling rushed in.
“Master Kenobi! Master Kenobi!” The youngling shouted. Anakin and Obi-Wan spun around to face the youngling at the frantic tone of their voice.
“Jaki?” Obi-Wan questioned, recognizing the youngling as one of yours. “What is the matter?”
“It’s Master Y/N! There’s something wrong!”
The youngling didn’t get to say anything else before Obi-Wan was running out of the room and down the halls toward where he knew you to be. When he arrived in the training room, your other younglings were surrounding you, trying to wake you. Obi-Wan was quickly at your side.
“What happened?” He asked the younglings, eyes never leaving you for a second.
“We don’t know,” a youngling responded. “Master Y/N seemed to be in pain all day and then all of a sudden she told Jaki to get you and she collapsed. We haven’t been able to wake her.”
“Master Kenobi,” another youngling called. “Will she be alright?”
Oh, how Obi-Wan wished he could answer the youngling’s question. But he didn't know the answer himself. While he knelt beside you, not knowing what to do, Anakin arrived with Jaki.
“What’s happening?” Anakin asked as he came over. “What’s wrong?”
“I—I don’t know,” Obi-Wan stammered.
Anakin could tell how worried and frazzled his Master was becoming. “Obi-Wan, we need to get her to the Healers.”
“Right,” Obi-Wan gave a single nod before his arms went under you. He lifted you into his chest as he stood.
“I’ll take care of the younglings and join you when I can.”
At any other moment, Obi-Wan would have teased Anakin for saying that he’d stay with the younglings, but you were currently laying unconscious in his arms for some unknown reason. Obi-Wan barely muttered a thank you before racing out of the room and toward medical. Once he had arrived, everything quickly became a blur.
Despite his protests, you were ripped from Obi-Wan’s arms and taken away by the Healers. He had tried to follow after you but was stopped by a few Healers and medical droids. Though he could easily get through them, he heard the doors lock that would allow him into the room you were in and he knew it was pointless. He needed to let the Healers and droids do their jobs without getting in the way, no matter how much it pained him.
Obi-Wan found a seat near the doors, though he never sat down for too long. He found himself pacing, which is exactly what he was doing when Anakin and Ahsoka joined him after dealing with the younglings.
“Any news?” Ahsoka asked though she knew the answer already by how Obi-Wan was acting.
Obi-Wan shook his head. “Nothing,” he answered quietly. “They haven’t been out of the room at all.”
“She’ll be fine,” Anakin said, more for his own comfort than anything. “She’s a fighter.”
Obi-Wan stayed silent, though nodding along to Anakin’s words. He was fearing the worst. That maybe you wouldn’t survive. Obi-Wan didn’t know what he would do if that was the case. He had lived with you by his side for so long, that knowing anything different seemed next to impossible.
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It was too long for anyone’s liking before a Healer had exited the room they had rushed you into. Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan were quickly standing and giving the Healer their full attention.
“How is she?” Obi-Wan asked nervously. He hadn’t felt your loss in the Force, but that didn’t mean you were okay.
“Master Y/N will survive,” the Healer answered. The choice of words was unsettling to the group. “Master Kenobi, as a member of the Jedi Council, may I speak to you alone?”
Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin and Ahsoka. Ahsoka nodded, having to drag Anakin out so that Obi-Wan and the Healer were alone.
“Master Kenobi, I want to be clear that when Master Y/N was first diagnosed that she specifically asked for her condition to be kept a secret, despite our advice,” the Healer carefully stated. “Now though, as the Healer over her, I feel the need to tell you what is going on with your friend.”
“What diagnosis?” Obi-Wan questioned.
The Healer sighed. “It was almost eight months ago when Master Y/N arrived feeling pain in various joints. We gave her something for it and sent her on her way, thinking that it would simply go away with time. A few weeks later, she was back in here with worse pain than before and in even more joints. After running more tests, it was determined that Y/N has a rare joint disease. It is not something we know a lot about. There is no real cure or treatment for it.”
“Will she—“ Obi-Wan had to stop himself from finishing his thought for a moment. “Will this kill her?”
“It might, eventually.” Obi-Wan took a deep inhale as his hand went up to cover his mouth. “But we will cross that bridge when it nears.”
“What happened today?”
“Y/N’s body couldn’t handle the pain and decided it needed to do something about it. This is the first time this has happened, and I wouldn’t be shocked if it’s not the last.”
“There has to be something—anything you can do for her.”
“We are doing our best to find a treatment. Y/N has been taught ways to handle the pain by using the Force. We do understand that it is not a long-term solution or that it might not work every time, but it’s what we can do right now.” Obi-Wan shook his head. “I know that you believe it is not enough, trust me, I agree. Y/N is a fighter though, I know she won’t give up.”
“That’s part of my fear,” Obi-Wan mumbled.
“When Y/N wakes, I will tell her that I told you and that the Jedi Council will be informed of her condition. I recommend that she stay out of anything that has to do with the war efforts. She may continue to teach, but staying close to the Temple would be the best option for her.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “I agree… may I stay beside her until she wakes?”
“Unfortunately, the droids are doing one last round of some pain remedy and no one else is allowed in there while they work. I will get you as soon as you can come in.”
~~~
You were frustrated—mainly at your body—when you woke. The Healer over your case informed you about what had happened and the steps you needed to take going forward. You were unhappy about Obi-Wan and the Council knowing, more so that you couldn’t tell them yourself, but you understood the need for it. You were still in pain and exhausted when Obi-Wan was allowed to enter the room. Despite his stern expression, you knew that you had worried him. His expression was only because you hadn’t told him about your condition.
“How are you feeling?” Obi-Wan asked, keeping his distance from you.
“Exhausted…” you responded honestly. “In pain.”
He scoffed, shaking his head. “You should have told me. The moment you found out, you should have come to me.”
“I know.”
“I thought that we were closer than this.”
“We are.”
“Then why keep this from me? This is not some childish secret, this is your life we’re talking about. Your health!”
Tears formed in your eyes. “I know, Obi-Wan. And I am sorry. Though I know that there are not enough apologies in the world to make up for what I did, please just listen to me… I was scared. Scared that the Council would kick me out of the Order. Scared of what this disease would do to me and my ability to be a Jedi… But I was more scared that this would change your opinion of me.”
“Do you really think that little of me?”
“No… I think the world of you… that’s the problem.”
Slowly, Obi-Wan came up to stand beside your bed, closer to your feet than you would like.
“You mean the world to me,” Obi-Wan whispered. “I have been so worried and then when Jaki came rushing in saying something was wrong I— I thought the worse and then to see you laying there… it had all became a reality.”
“I’m so sorry, Obi-Wan,” you said quietly and tearfully. “I really am.”
“I can’t do that again.”
Your heart dropped. This was it. He was ending your friendship because of your disease. The great Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t handle you.
“I can’t do the fear of the unknown like that again,” Obi-Wan continued. “And I can’t stand by and watch you suffer.”
“I… I understand,” you whispered.
“No, I don’t believe you do. What I am saying is that I can’t handle the secrecy. I need to know when you are in pain. I need to know what’s going on with you and how I can help you. I know that this will be a long and painful and unknown road, but I will not allow you to go through it on your own. Not anymore.”
“Obi-Wan—“
“I love you, Y/N. And I know it is against the code, but I feel that you need to know that.”
“Oh, my…”
“I understand if you cannot reciprocate it. I can handle it and it will not stop me from helping you through this.”
“Obi-Wan,” your hand gently took his, “I love you, too. I have for a long time.”
He broke out into a smile. “Really?”
“Really.” You copied his smile.
Obi-Wan leaned down and kissed you gently, careful as to not touch you much due to your pain. When you parted, he sat facing you on the bed.
“No more secrets,” he told you. “That’s an order.”
“Yes, General,” you teased. “Whatever you say.”
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obi-wan x gn!reader
nsfw content below the cut (18+)
word count: 737
prompts: “if you want to come you better beg” + 40. “don’t give me that look”
Ever since Obi-Wan stepped foot in your apartment he’d insisted that he was busy and promised to spend time with you when he’d completed his council reports and checked any that Cody had sent him. You huffed but agreed giving him a kiss for good luck and leaving him to work in the kitchen. He was now three hours and five cups of tea into his work and you sighed gazing at him from the couch.
“Obi” You sighed walking over to him and placing your hands on his shoulders. “Yes, my dear?” He replied putting his hand atop yours to show he was listening. “Take a break you really, really deserve it” “But I just have-” “No, you’re taking a break” You said firmly taking the device from his grip and hiding it somewhere, as if he wouldn’t be able to find it.
He sighed and looked up at you while you perched yourself on his lap, giving him a tender kiss. “Oh don’t give me that look” He chuckled recognizing the cheeky look in your eyes. “What look?” You smirked. “You know what look I’m talking about you minx” He teased. “Never say that word again you old man” A giggle left your lips and he kissed you. “Alright, then what would you prefer to be called?” “Anything but that” You said cupping his cheeks and stroking his beard. “You’re impossible” He whispered pulling you in for a few sloppy kisses.
It wasn’t long before he’d carried you to the couch for comfort as you continued to kiss all over his neck, the scruff of his beard rubbing against your lips. Taking the lead you slipped between his legs instead of letting him get on top of you. “Love-” “I’m taking care of you…you’ve been so so busy lately you deserve it” You whispered undressing him slowly, kissing each part of his bare skin till you reached his thighs. His bulge was clear from beneath his underwear. You traced your fingers over it before leaning down and licking him through the thin fabric.
“Oh-darling” He sighed. “Yes?” “Keep-keep doing that” He sighed moving a large hand to your cheek. Pressing a few more wet kisses against his bulge you finally released his cock admiring its length, no matter how many times you saw his dick, it never failed to amaze you. Licking from base to tip he relaxed immensely slumping into the couch with a sigh. “Very good darling,” He sighed slipping his fingers through your hair.
You took the head of his cock in your mouth and swirled your tongue around him savouring his flavour. As you took him down your throat you kept your gaze permanently on him. Watching his blue eyes flutter closed with pleasure. He bunched your hair between his fingers lightly tugging. “You’re doing incredible, keep-keep doing that” He encouraged as his cock hit the back of his throat.
You kept working him squeezing your throat around his cock he let out silky moans to encourage you. “Love, please it’s so good” You felt him throb against your tongue and pulled back depriving him of what he needed the most. His eyes shot open and he looked at you trying to steady his breath. “Wha-” He started before you spoke “If you want to cum, you better beg” You gave him a cheeky grin and he sighed accepting that he’d have to beg to find release.
“Please my darling, I need you. I need your mouth on me please” He breathed out softly. You returned your mouth to him once more tracing the veins along his hard cock before reaching his sensitive tip. “I need more, you look so beautiful. My love more, please. I’ll do anything” He choked out. Obi-Wan’s silky voice continued to praise you whilst he begged for release.
You sucked him hard giving him big doe eyes before your mouth filled with his cum. The salty release coated your throat as you swallowed hard. Obi-Wan’s hips stuttered a few times before he finished collapsing into the couch his head fuzzy with lust. Pulling back you smile up at him, lifting a hand he wiped the spilt-over cum from the corner of your mouth. “Your turn,” He said pulling you toward him.
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I’ll Always Catch You
pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Jedi!Reader
summary: Being a Jedi isn’t easy, but they both knew the risks. Luckily, Obi-Wan is there when she falls.
word count: 1718
warnings: near death experience
notes: Happy May the Fourth Be With You!!!
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"Why so late, my love?" Obi-Wan asks as Y/N walks into the room, the door shutting quickly and quietly.
"You know how Master Fistu never stops talking." Y/N tells him, a small smirk playing on her face.
"Yes, unfortunately I do." Obi-Wan stands from where he had been meditating, trying to keep his wandering thoughts from running away. Now that the object of his thoughts is in the room, there's no need to continue.
"I'm exhausted." Y/N mutters, eyes drooping as she walks further into the room.
"Come on, let's shower." He pulls her into him, and she sags against his body.
"I'm too tired." She whispers, and he can feel the aching in her bones. She couldn't stand for the whole shower, and he knew even with his support she would still be dead on her feet.
"How about a bath?" He suggests, and she smirks as she looks up at him.
"I could do that." She pushes herself to stand on her own but lets Obi-Wan take her hand, leading her to the bathroom. Because they were at his quarters, there were no fancy soaps or nice smelling milks to add to the bath, but Y/N was too tired for that anyway. Obi-Wan turned the water hot, a tad too much for him but exactly what Y/N liked.
Obi-Wan helps strip Y/N, moving her into the bath and then himself. He sees the bruises as she lays back.
"What happened, love?" He asks as he takes off his own robes, letting Y/N lean forward so he can slip in behind her.
"Just some sparring," She explains, laying back and closing her eyes against him.
"It looks like more than sparring." He says as he runs his hands over her skin. She sighs, opening her eyes and leaning her head back to look at him.
"Obi-Wan," She softly calls, bringing a hand from the water and putting it on his face, wetting his beard. "Please, I just want to rest." He kisses her forehead, and she closes her eyes again.
"If you fall asleep I'm not carrying you to bed." He threatens, but she just smiles, letting his arms engulf her.
"You always say that." She whispers, because every time he says that she always wakes up in bed.
"I'm serious this time." She can hear the smile in voice, and she threads her fingers through his, sinking lower in the water. She can feel herself drifting off, even with Obi-Wan's thumbs caressing her skin and sending her heart into quick beats.
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When she wakes up, she's in the bed.
She smiles tiredly, because she knows Obi-Wan had most definitely picked her up and taken her. She reaches out, trying to find her man, when she realizes she's alone in the bed.
"Relax," Obi-Wan says when she shoots up in bed. He's getting dressed, but it's still dark outside. Although Coruscant is never quiet, it's so late that there are only a couple speeders out. "I'm right here."
"Where are you going." She sits up and realizes she's still naked, so she pulls the covers up.
"Master Windu called. Nothing that Anakin and I can't handle. I'll be back before you wake up." He informs her, but she shakes her head.
"No, I'm coming with you." She gets up and begins to grab the emergency robes she kept at Obi-Wan's incase she spends the night without a chance of grabbing clothes from her own chambers, since it would not look good on them if she showed up in the same robes twice in a row.
"No you are not." Y/N can hear the annoyance in his voice as she puts on her trousers and shirt. She doesn't get to her outer layers before Obi-Wan grabs her arm, lurching her into him and pausing her from getting ready.
"Excuse me?" She looks up at him.
"It's just a simple chase, Y/N. There's no need-"
"I'm not letting you leave on the one night we have for us." She tells him, wrenching out of his grip and continuing to get ready.
"Leave?" He balks, attaching his belt around his waist. "I'm being called for a mission. A short mission. It's not my fault." She shakes her head at him, finishing putting the rest of her clothes on.
"I'm coming with you." She buckles her own belt and grabs her lightsaber, walking over to him with a small smile.
"You are so stubborn." He says, but he seals it with a kiss that makes her insides melt. She curses whoever caused the trouble so bad that her own Jedi was being called out.
"You love it." Y/N tells him, giving him another kiss.
"I do." He untangles himself from her and the two get ready, sneaking out together. They find Anakin sneaking out of Padme's room, but they both pretend not see it and walk with him to the hanger where the speeders are kept.
"Y/N, how'd you know about this mission?" Anakin asks, causing Obi-Wan to shoot him a venomous look.
"I called her. Thought we might need the help." Obi-Wan tells his padawan, and Y/N barely keeps in her laugh. Usually, Anakin doesn't ask questions like this, but its late and he's tired and he forgot to pretend. Just like how they both knew Padme and Anakin were together, and neither couple brought it up. It was the best kept secret, Y/N thinks.
"Right," Anakin catches on, and thankfully they get to the hanger quickly. "Should we take two then?" Anakin asks, and Obi-Wan pauses because he's not sure if he'd rather Y/N go alone or Anakin.
"Let's just take one." He tells Anakin, watching Y/N hop into the drivers seat. Anakin sighs in annoyance but gets in the back, for once not in the mood to argue with his master.
"You don't know where we're going." Obi-Wan says as Y/N puts her hands on the wheel. She sighs and the two switch seats and then they're off.
"With the rate that he drives the target will be well on his way." Anakin complains as they soar through the air to a shadier part of the city.
"Who is the target?" Y/N asks, watching the world blur past them.
"A red Rodian." Obi-Wan says, and Y/N sighs.
"Could have called local enforcement." She leans her head back. This would be easy. "When was the last time you saw a Rodian on Coruscant?" She smirks as Obi-Wan, who keeps his eyes trained ahead.
"This one has killed four employees and has taken the rest of the patrons hostage." Anakin chimes, making Y/N's eyes widen.
"Alright." She mutters, taking a deep breath. Maybe this would be a little bit harder than she thought.
When they pull up on the side of the street the three of them jump out quickly and in sync, pausing outside the bar.
"What's the pl-" Y/N doesn't finish her sentence, because she is shot in the arm. She cries out as pain blooms in her bicep, and thanks the Maker Obi-Wan advances into the building as she falls instead of running to her. She gets back up, holding her arm as she walks in. There's blaster fire everywhere and Anakin is already on the ground.
Much, much harder than she thought.
Y/N jumps into the action, her and Obi-Wan working together to disarm the Rodian. In the process, Obi-Wan is knocked back and her lightsaber is hit out of her hand, so it's just her and the Rodian in hand to hand combat. The two are throwing punches and backing up, and Y/N doesn't realize how close she is to the end of the road until she trips and can't feel anything behind her. She comes back from almost falling, but the Rodian pushes her and she falls, only barely able to grab the edge with both hands. She screams as she feels her wound pull, immediately making her lose her grip with her left arm.
"Obi-Wan!" She screams, looking down at the ground. It must be a mile underneath her, and it makes her heart plummet and her stomach revolt. She tries to take a deep breath but she feels sick. She's going to die.
She hears fighting above her and tries to hold on, but she can feel her fingers slipping. She can't pull her other arm up because that one is screaming in pain from being shot. All her muscles are tensing and her heart is pounding in her head. She can barely hear the sound of fighting on the street over it.
"Obi-Wan!" She cries, and she realizes that she's dead. She's about to fall to her death. At least it will be painless. She looks up at the sky, because she doesn't want to see the ground rushing underneath her. She can feel her fingers slipping off one by one until she is suspended in air for a moment, or at least, that's what she feels like. A prickly feeling runs up her hand and arm. She closes her eyes, hoping the fall is quick, but then there's a pressure on her wrist.
"I have you." Obi-Wan is there, hand wrapped around her wrist and keeping her from falling. "I won't let you go." She feels the tears on her cheeks as her hand closes around his wrist. Anakin appears and helps Obi-Wan pull her up and into his arms.
"I thought - I thought I-" She can't get the words out, only able to remember the feeling that ran through her body as her fingers slipped, right before Obi-Wan caught her. He has his arms around her, careful not to look too attached but unable to let her go.
"You're here, with me." Obi-Wan had thought she was dead too. He doesn't know how he was able to catch her, his mind replaying watching her fall off the edge over and over and over again. He squeezes her tighter.
"I love you," She barely says it loud enough for him to hear, and he is grateful Anakin is dealing with the hostages inside and the street is empty with night. "I can't believe you saved me." She said, grabbing his hand and holding it as tight as she can.
"Of course I did," He whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. "I'll always catch you."
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Distraction
Pairing: Padawan!Reader x Obi-Wan
Summary: You agree to act as bait for separatist hired bounty hunters much to Obi-Wans dismay. Pretending to be an important sentors daughter who’s threatened to be kidnapped in order to sway her fathers vote. Though plans quickly run awry nearly the moment you step into your pretend roll.
Warnings: Some angst, some torture, some swearing, all fun stuff
Word Count: 6K
Authors Note: Hey y’all this is my first ever fic so please give it a read and let me know what you think! I’m eager to hear from you thanks!!
“I want it on record that I don’t agree with the council’s decision”
“Noted” You called back indifferently, careful to keep your eyes shut as the woman carefully painted your lids with a paint you seen many senators wearing before.
“And you can back out any time you need to”
“Look up” the woman painting your face spoke softly and you obeyed immediately, staring up at the ceiling and keeping your head as still as possible as you responded to your master from the other side of the door.
“I’m aware”
“I mean it Y/N just say the word and I will pull you out. There are other ways we can do this”
With a small huff the woman helping you straightened to her full height nodding slightly towards the door with her head “I apologize but I need to do your lips now”
With a soft sigh, knowing he wasn’t going away anytime soon you called back out through the door “Ob-“ the nickname slipped past your lips before you could think, making a quick course correction before the woman could make any indication that she had heard you “master can we talk about this later I’m a little busy”
She gave you a small nod in thanks before bending back down to your height to finish her handiwork, Obi-Wan’s sputtering just barely heard through the door “I-uh-well yes of course” before for the first time in twenty minutes there was silence.
“Your master seems more nervous for this mission than you are” There was a slight tease to the woman’s voice, and you could immediately feel your face start to pink, something she no doubt missed as she chuckled softly to herself.
Before you could even think of a response, however, she was straightening once again, starting to pack away all of her pots and brushes in her bag with a satisfied smirk. “There is a dress for you to wear on the bed, another few already packed in bags for the coming days”
“Thank you” You nodded at her with a smile, noticeably avoiding eye contact with the sheer gown strewn on the bed to your left that while admittedly was beautiful showed far more skin than you ever had before beneath your padawan robes. “and I’m sorry about him”
She chuckled softly, shaking her head with a shrug “he’s just worried about you, it’s sweet. Good luck young padawan”.
You shook your head softly as she exited the room giving you room to change. Frustrating, insulting, demeaning, embarrassing these were all better adjectives to describe Obi-Wans behaviors today than sweet. Had there been reason to worry perhaps you could consider it so but acting as bait for separatists wanting to kidnap a senator’s daughter? That was child’s play. You were to do nothing but sit in a grand suite of rooms eating rich foods and sleeping on a luxurious bed. And yet Obi-Wan still found reason to doubt you.
With an annoyed huff you grabbed the dress of the bed before your frustration could ebb and you lose your nerve.
That soon proved easier said than done, however, as you slipped on the dress anger melting away as you appreciated the flowy light feel of the fabric against your skin. You had to admit you could see the appeal in dressing this way every day, this all not to mention how you thought you looked in it.
It was something you had never really thought about before, having only seen yourself in padawan robes and a braid before. In this dress, however, with your hair and face done up as such you had to admit you looked good. The color and cut of the dress complimenting your skin and figure beautifully.
All it took was a few steps, however, for you to decide you’d have no problem leaving the heels behind at the conclusion of this mission.
Grabbing your lightsaber off the bed you made for the door seemingly at the same moment Obi-wan had decided to check on you once again. His fist raised ready to knock before the door between you slid open leaving the two of you face to face.
Any words Obi-wan had prepared quickly died in his throat the minute he saw you. His mouth hanging open slightly as he stared directly into your eyes, eyes that had never seemed so bright or wide before. His hand dropped limply to his side as he took a careful step back, clearing his throat and allowing his eyes to quickly roam over your body more exposed than he had ever seen it before, allowing his mind to quickly roam some thoughts that were markedly against the jedi code.
“Damn Y/N you make a good senator’s daughter” Anakin’s voice seemingly broke through the trance, you and Obi-Wan each breaking eye contact for the first time in far too long putting a knowing smirk on Anakin’s face as he in turn met your eyes for the first time.
“Aww Ani I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me” You teased, walking over to the couch to give the strap on your shoe one last adjustment.
You felt a tentative hand on your shoulder and couldn’t help but smile at the contact, Obi-wans voice tumbling softly over your shoulder “Y/N are you absolutely sure you want to do this”
Obi-wan could feel the discomfort coming off of you in waves, not that he could blame you in the slightest. You were trained to be a peacekeeper, turned a general as of recent, but neither prepared you to be bait for a kidnapping, bait for a kidnapper in a dress you clearly felt insecure to be in after spending your life in jedi robes and quite possibly the most impractical shoes he has ever seen.
You reached up and placed a comforting hand over his, trying your best to convey confidence as you stood up to face him “I am absolutely sure I want to do this” You spoke clearly and quietly, making sure to keep as much eye contact with those gorgeous blues as you could. “Don’t worry Obi if I die, you’ll still have your second favorite padawan”
You could sense the ball of clothing traveling your way before you saw it. Reaching out with your hand and catching the cloak Anakin hurled at you with ease as Obi-wan rolled his eyes with a sigh, his hand going instinctively to his beard “Jokes, she’s making jokes at a time like this”
You laughed to yourself as you unfurled the ball of fabric, handing your light saber over to Obi-wan without a word as you stuck your arms into the cloak and pulled the hood deep over your head.
As soon as you had the cloak situated you saw your saber being thrust back into your field of vision, no doubt by Obi-Wan intending for you to take it back.
With a sigh you pulled the hood back off your head, making eye contact with your master once again “No I meant for you to hold it for me”
Obi-wan briefly looked caught off guard, the saber continuing to be held out before you
“Obi the senator’s daughter doesn’t carry a light saber”
He simply shook his head, his eyes darting over to Anakin in search of backup “Hide it under your dress?”
With a sigh you looked down at the dress, sheer fabric hugging your skin just tight enough, there no way you could fit a lightsaber anywhere on you without the outline showing “Where would I hide it?”
Obi-wans heart leapt into his throat as he fought the urge to let his eyes scan your figure in the dress again, knowing he’d have a hell of a time looking away if he tried again. “This lightsaber is your life you can’t head into this without it”
“That’s why I gave it to you” You said earnestly, closing his fingers around the saber with a soft push back into his chest “I trust you and Anakin implicitly with my life”
He held on for a moment longer, his eyes pleading with you to take the saber from him before sighing in defeat. Like it or not you were right and if you were going to do this, and clearly there was no talking you out of it, then you were going to do it right. No unnecessary risks.
You watched as he defeatedly clipped your saber next to his on his belt before turning your eyes to Anakin in the door way, a mock hand held over his heart.
“aww Y/N/N I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me”
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Obi-wan was dying in the seat next to yours. Watching your leg bounce up and down knowing he couldn’t put a hand on your knee to steady it like usual, couldn’t put an arm over your shoulders to draw you into his side, couldn’t do anything to calm your nerves because he knew this time those lingering touches wouldn’t stay lingering. Knowing that pulling you to close to him when you looked this beautiful was a dangerous game.
Not that you two weren’t always playing a dangerous game. He’d find any excuse to touch you, to press a kiss to your hairline, to curl your body into his and you’d gladly let him, each of you pretending that it didn’t really mean anything, that your obvious attachment wasn’t breaking the jedi code, that you’d be fine as friends once you took the trials and stopped being his padawan.
So he sat with his hands in his lap next to you, instead opting to list off a bunch of rules for you to follow to stay safe while you stayed with the senator. You both knew you’d faced worse things than this before, gone into more dangerous situation without a second thought, but never with the intention of being kidnapped, never leaving Obi-Wan feeling so helpless before.
Of course he wasn’t going to let that happen. An attempted kidnapping and that was all, he had no doubt you, even without your lightsaber, would have no problem taking down any kidnapper by yourself let alone with Anakin and himself to back you up. But he was damned if anything was going to happen to you on his watch.
You on the other hand didn’t feel nervous, at least not of your own volition. No, you were nervous because Obi-Wan so clearly was. You’d been in more dangerous situations before , you’ve been on the battlefield before with him trusting you no question. And yet now it was completely different. He hadn’t touched you all night. And you know that sounded desperate and needy but to be honest you looked forward to his comfort, but now you could barely get him to look at you.
You tried to figure out why, what made this so different? Did he doubt your skills now so heavily to survive on your own? Was it the way you were dressed? Were you just too off putting in this outfit?
“7. You’re not to leave Anakin or I’s line of sight. One of us is with you at all times”
His list droned on in the background, you’d truly stopped listening at number two, choosing instead to watch the planet below you come into view as Anakin brought the ship down for landing.
“And most importantly have fun” Anakin’s voice broke through the fogginess of your thoughts, giving you a much needed laugh to ease the tension in the air.
“And most importantly” Obi-wan spoke up pointedly glaring at Anakin, rising from his seat and offering you a hand to help you out of yours “stay safe Y/N”
With a roll of your eyes you took his hand, relishing the first contact he’s really made with you all night before he dropped it much too quickly for your liking. “Always am master”
“I’ll believe that when I see it” He huffed under his breath following you to the ramp, the hearty voice of the senator doing his best to sell the bit erupting through the air as soon as the ramp touched down.
“Daughter! It is so good to finally see you it has been much too long”
Quickly you plastered a smile on your face, trotting quickly down the stairs and into the arms of a man you had met only once before. “You too father I simply must get home more often”
The man gave a hearty laugh and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t bring a natural smile to your face at the sound of it. “Well you must be exhausted from your travels I’ve set up a couple of rooms for you and your jedi escorts” He gives polite nods to Obi-wan and Anakin behind you who in turn offered their own pleasantries before leading the way inside.
So far so good.
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With a satisfied yawn you greedily eyed the gigantic bed across the room, a slight skip in your step as you strode for it. “Alright quick nap time”
With a soft chuckle Obi-wan shook his head, watching you all but sprint towards the bed made up with an abhorrent number of pillows and blankets in the next room “all right little one give me a minute to set up the cameras”
His words stopped you dead in your tracks, spinning on your heel to face him. Surely this man was joking “Come on master cameras?”
“I told you I’m not taking any chances” he said with a sigh striding past you into the room to stake it out quickly.
You sent a glare across the room to Anakin, silently begging him to step in only to see him lounging on the couch with his eyes closed, a smug grin on his face telling you you were in this fight alone “Come on we just got here!” you exclaimed following Obi-wan into the room “if I were the kidnappers I’d wait at least a day to establish a schedule of the target before kidnapping them”
Obi-wan quickly bit back his next comment, anger rising in him much too quickly for his comfort at you calling yourself a target “perhaps that is why you’re a padawan and not a bounty hunter”
With a roll of your eyes you strode directly up to the man, placing a soft hand on his forearm fully drawing his gaze to your own “Obi please, I’m tired. Just an hour for a nap then you can set up whatever precautious you want”
There’s no way you didn’t know what you were doing to him Obi-wan thought. A soft whine of that nickname, your hand in his, staring up at him through your lashes and he was putty in your hands, and he knew it. “An hour” he agreed reluctantly “but you so much as have a bad dream and I’m coming in”
A quick grin and before you could even think about your own actions your arms were around his waist squeezing your head into his chest ever so briefly before letting go and throwing yourself onto the bed.
Obi-wan froze at the contact, your hug even too quick for his Jedi trained reflexes to react before you had let go of him. Leaving his whole body tingling “right-uh-I’ll be outside” he stuttered out before exiting the room, exceptionally glad to see Anakin had already left for a nap as well leaving no one to notice the new red tint in his cheeks.
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An hour had been all he promised, and an hour came and went with no issues but he didn’t feel the need to wake you. He had to admit even he could feel the effects of your recent back to back missions, slouching slightly in his seat but not allowing his concentration to slip for a second. Tired though he may feel that was not an excuse to leave you alone and defenseless.
He worked hard to reach out with the force, feeling for any possible disturbance not only in your room but the rest of the building just to be safe.
And thankfully he was or else he could’ve missed the window breaking on the first floor.
Obi-wan was on his feet in an instant, lightsaber in hand as he took off towards the intruder yelling Anakin’s name over his shoulder as an instruction to watch you.
You woke to the sound of Obi-wan yelling Anakin’s name, your mind taking a second to catch up to where you were. The first thing, however, to crash through your sleep induced brain fog was panic. Not your panic, however, it had to be Obi-wans.
You didn’t have too much time to dwell on that, however, as you heard a loud crash as the window to your left shattered. You were on your feet before you could even process anything further, ducking behind the bed to protect yourself from the shards of glass.
In the back of your mind you could hear Anakin calling your name from behind the door but all you could focus on was the blaster being pointed directly at you.
Slowly you lifted your hands into the air, watching the end of the blaster shake slightly as the bounty hunters nerves clearly got the better of him. Putting all your energy into the one move you pushed the man with the blaster as hard as you could against the wall, ducking down again in case the hunter decided to fire.
Luckily you heard nothing but a crunch of his body hitting the wall. As soon as you were sure he wasn’t getting up again you were back to your feet, running to the door trying in vain to get it open. “Anakin?” You yelled through, relieved to hear him respond with your name asking if you were safe.
“Yeah I’m fine just stuck in here” You called back with a small frustrated huff, banging a hand on the door.
“Okay stand back I’ll cut a hole” He called back, giving you a few short seconds before the end of his lightsaber came at you from the other side, starting to ark in a small circle.
“Ani what-“ you were cut off by the feeling of cool metal pressing into the back of your head.
“Out the window. Now” His words were harsh and quick to the point, a small push with the barrel of the blaster gesturing back towards the broken window.
You slowly raised your hands again, trying to buy time to allow Anakin to cut through the door.
All you heard was a deep chuckle and a “Nice try princess” from behind you before there was a sharp pain at the base of your neck and your entire world went black.
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Anakin finished cutting a small hole as quickly as possible. Pushing in the cut out piece before carefully stepping through coming face to face with a single unconscious Rodian and an otherwise empty room.
“Y/N?” he called out , a slight defensive bend in his knees as he quickly scanned the room cautiously and made his way to the broken window.
His entire form deflated as he watched a speeder disappear from his sightline, your unconscious form sprawled across the backseat with a bag over your head.
Obi-wan was going to kill him.
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His master strode back and forth in front of Anakin as he sat on the couch. Obi-wans beard was already a mess from the number of times he’d picked at it trying his best to come up with a next course of action.
Normally this wouldn’t be this big of a problem. Interrogate the unconscious bounty hunters when they woke up and see where they took you. But Obi-wan for the life of him couldn’t focus. You were gone, you were unarmed, maker knows where, all for the sake of one senate vote.
“The note says they’ll return her once the vote is over” Anakin’s voice cut through his thoughts doing nothing but sending further irradiation through him.
Logically he knew it wasn’t Anakin’s fault. If anything it was his, running off at the slightest sound of trouble, but Obi-wan couldn’t help but blame his padawan a little. He left him in charge of you, all he had to do was keep you safe.
With a deep breath he tried to center himself, it wasn’t Anakin’s fault. The hole in the senators door served as proof that he had done his best, done exactly what Obi-wan would have done. And yet he couldn’t quite pull the bite out of his next words “So what we leave her in the hands of these bounty hunters until the vote is over?”
“Of course not” Anakin responded with a sigh, raking his hands through his hair “I’m just saying they have no motive to hurt her”
Obi-wan just shook his head not ready to believe the best when his mind was already dancing amongst the worst that could be happening to you “they don’t need one”
Anakin’s leg bounced nervously as he held his chin in his hands. This wasn’t like Obi-wan, no matter how bad the situation was before, he had never seen his master as worked up as this. The man’s feelings for you were as obvious as yours for him, he’d be a fool not to have seen them, but that did not mean he was allowed to lose himself now. What he needed was for one of their prisoners to wake up, to answer their questions. Further what he needed was for Obi-wan to sit down and calm himself if even slightly, maker knows what he would do let lose on a member of the party that had taken you.
He watched Obi-wan reach for your lightsaber on his belt, as if constantly reminding himself that you were defenseless in this, as if constantly blaming himself. Letting you go off without a weapon, letting you stay in a room with no extra protection. He could practically hear the mans thoughts spiral. “We’re going to find her Obi-won”
With a deep sigh Obi-wan stopped his pacing, his hand dropping from his beard as he made eye contact with his padawan “I sincerely hope you’re right”
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Your entire body tensed as high voltage electricity coursed through it stemming from a collar around your throat. Each muscle fully tensing up before relaxing, your aching shoulders taking the bunt of your weight as they did so. Your arms were chained above your head, your toes just barely skimming the ground as you hung uncomfortably from your wrists
You were exhausted. Every muscle inside of you burned, every nerve prickled, even your jaw ached, tired of clamping shut to keep yourself from screaming out. You were damned if you were going to give them the satisfaction of hearing your pain.
“I dunno think she’s ready for her big shot?” a man casually spinning the remote to your shock collar in his hands grinned up at you from his chair. His fingers getting teasingly close to the button. And though you knew it wouldn’t do anything you couldn’t help but tense and try to elongate your neck, make the collar touch as little skin as possible, as if that would save you.
“Oh yeah” A second man chuckled from behind the first, arms crossed over his chest leaning casually against the wall. “I think she’ll make a compelling case”
“Excellent” The first man jumped to his feet, pulling a holorecorder out of his pocket and holding it in front of your face with a grin “Good news darling this is the easy part all you gotta do is look pathetic and ask Obi-wan for help”
You physically recoiled from the sound of that pet name, putting as much anger as you could muster into the death glare you sent his direction.
“Yeah” all the man did was laugh, grabbing you by the chin roughly and squeezing your cheeks “just like that”
Without further ado he pressed record on the device giving you an encouraging nod. You took another second to glare at the man, imagining what it would be like to stick your lightsaber through his stomach.
“Well go on” The man sneered, gesturing towards the device.
With a deep breath you broke eye contact, turning your full attention to the device. “Obi-wan don’t come it’s a tra-“ You acknowledged the change in your field of vision long before you did the impact of the mans fist to your nose, the pain and feeling of blood seeping down your face coming after.
“All you had to do was play nice” The man shook his head, slowly pulling the remote out of his pocket.
“No-“ the plea was out of your mouth before you could stop it, any semblance of dignity flying out the window the moment you saw the murderous glint in his eyes “Please no”
The man only laughed in response “oh this is going to be fun”
And again the button was pressed.
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Anakin could feel the nails on his fingers digging into the skin on his palms as he watched you glare at a man just out of sight. His jaw clenched impossibly tight at the state of you only gone a few hours but already covered in blood and bruises, looking mentally exhausted.
And yet he knew that was nothing in comparison to what Obi-wan was feeling. He could feel the hate and anger radiating off his master like never before, knowing he didn’t need the force to feel it.
“Obi-wan don’t come in’s a tra-“ Anakin let out of sigh, because of course it was, and of course that wouldn’t matter one bit. He dragged his eyes away from your form as he watched a disembodied fist make contact with your nose, sending your head back violently.
“Obi-wan that’s enough” he tried to pull his master away, the video for all intents and purposes was over with, there was no use in torturing him watching you get hurt.
Obi-wan simply shrugged off Anakin’s hand, his eyes never once breaking eye contact with you.
“No…please no”
Anakin watched as his master, the great powerful Obi-Wan Kenobi all but crumpled in on himself at the sound of you pleading. The man’s eyes closing for the first time since the recording started as he leaned forwards onto the desk. He needed a minute to collect himself, just a minute to think straight. Then he heard the sound of you being electrocuted and he could have screamed. He didn’t have a minute, you didn’t have a minute, he needed to get you out of there now.
It was Anakin’s voice that broke through to him from behind “how did they know to kidnap Y/N to get to Obi-wan?”
His head snapped up, sending a curious glance to Anakin only to find his padawan talking directly to the senator.
“They must have saw that he was my daughters guard” The senators words came out too quickly “known duty would drive him to retrieve her” and for the first time Obi-wan could feel the nervousness coming off the senator but not because another’s life was a stake. There was a distinct note of guilt there too.
“You knew” the words escaped him in disbelief as he gaped at the senator.
The man was quick to shake his head, eyes darting quickly between his own and Anakin’s.
“Senator” Anakin’s voice had dropped to a low threatening pitch as he took a step forward. Lightsaber in hand as he crossed his arms menacingly over his chest “where did you get this recording”
The Senator froze underneath Anakin’s gaze, his throat bobbing as he nervously gulped “please” He spoke cautiously, raising his hands defensively in front of him “they were going to go after my daughter”
Anakin was in front of Obi-wan just as the man pounced, jumping into action before he could even think about what he was going to do when he got his hands on the Senator.
“You knew!’ He yelled over his padawans shoulders, pushing back against Anakin as he was pushed from the room by him “you knew and you still let her risk her life?”
“Master you need to go” Anakin struggled to push the Obi-wan from the room, knowing that no matter how badly he wanted the hurt the senator himself he couldn’t let Obi-wan ruin his life laying a hand on that waste of a man.
“She did it for your daughter!” He called once more in anger, pushing off of Anakin and storming back into the hallway because like it or not Anakin was right this was not the way to deal with this.
Anakin followed his master into the hallway, making sure the door shut behind him as Obi-wan angerly paced back and forth in front of the door.
“He let her walk into a trap completely defenseless” Obi-wan was seething, so pent up with energy he needed some outlet for and he was still thinking driving his fist into the senators face sounded like a good option. “He let her walk into here and pretended like nothing was wrong”
“I know” Anakin did his best to speak calmly, you needed at least one of them to be the voice of reason “but master you need to calm down”
Obi-wan nodded, working to slow his pace as he continued to stalk back and forth, doing his best to work deep breaths in and out.
“Good” Anakin sighed more to himself than anyone else “okay I’m going in there to talk to the senator you stay out here”
“Absolutely not” Obi-wans response came quick, already making his way towards the door.
Anakin’s hands were back on his masters shoulders, once again pushing him away from the room “Master we need this man to talk which will be hard to do if your hands are around his throat”
Obi-wan glared up at his padawan, clenching and unclenching his hands into fists at his sides, “fine I’ll find us some transportation”
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“I can’t believe I’m the one that’s saying this” Anakin sighed pulling his eyes away from the sky briefly as he piloted the speeder “but we need a plan”
“We have a plan” Obi-Wan shrugged “Get in grab her and get out”
Anakin sighed, spotting the facility the senator had told him about just over the horizon “That’s more of a my style of plan, I was hoping for an Obi-Wan style plan”
“Well then padawan what do you suggest?”
A smug smile grew on Anakin’s face as he brought the craft to a stop, turning to make eye contact with his master “Perhaps we should take a page out of their playbook? I’ll take distraction duty”
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Obi-Wan sprinted down a hallway of locked doors, loud crashes of Anakin’s “distraction” pushing even more urgency into his movements, not that he really thought that was possible.
He could feel you. It was by no means a strong connection, but it was still there and Obi-wan clung to it desperately. He sprinted past locked doors knowing they would be empty, coming to a haul at the door on the end, no doubt in his mind that you would be beyond it.
He was beside you without even bothering to clear the room. His fingers sliding quickly over your exposed skin checking for any dire injuries he could miss.
You woke to the feeling of hands softly running up your sides. Not maliciously but rather…curiously?
Your mind, however, didn’t give you time to investigate only knowing in the moment that people being close to you right now was bad.
With a grunt you grabbed hold of the chains your wrists hung from, putting every last ounce of strength you had into pulling yourself up just enough to swing a foot up and push it into the attackers chest. Kicking out hard enough to send the man stumbling backward.
You looked up at the chain above you. If you could just pull yourself up to where the chain connected to the ceiling you could do… something. You hadn’t gotten that far yet in your plan, you weren’t sure you were capable of thinking that far ahead right now but you’d figure it out when you got there.
Your body, however, had other plans. Your hands slick with sweat slipped from the chains almost immediately. Your body weight crashing down on your shoulders once again bringing tears to your eyes and a ringing to your ears. Before you could stop it tears streaming down your face, tears of pain, tears of frustration, tears of hopelessness.
There was an intense flash of blue light in the dark room and you crashed to the ground in a heap, pain spiking through your body as your muscles moved in ways they weren’t used to anymore.
Immediately after however a familiar face came into your frame. Obi-wans face.
But no. You had told him to stay away. You had told him it was a trap.
But deep down you knew that it didn’t matter.
“Obi?”
You watched your masters face break out in a grin, a grin that didn’t quite meet his eyes, a grin painted on to do nothing but assure you you were okay while his eyes bounced from injury to injury around your face.
Not that you needed the assurance, not really. You had meant it when you said you trusted Obi-wan implicitly with your life. Truly you knew your pain and suffering was over, at least for this mission.
Both of your gazes snapped to the door as the room rattled with the sound of an explosion, Obi-wan snapping back into focus mode before you. “We must get you out of here little one, I’m not sure how much longer Anakin can hold them off. Can you walk?”
You hadn’t even gotten the chance to answer before he was slipping his head underneath your arms and helping you stand, pulling you into his side softly with a hand placed at your hip.
You groaned at the use of your legs, the extremities wobbling slightly with effort as you leaned more into your master for help.
No more needed to be said, Obi-wan swiped his arm beneath your legs picking you up and tucking you into his chest without a word.
“No it’s okay” You protested “I can walk” though even as you said it your head leaned against his chest lazily, your eyes getting dangerously close to closing.
“I’ve got it from here darling” He spoke softly, striding towards the exit and poking his head around the corner, exercising considerably more caution in exiting than he did entering “You just focus on staying awake for me”
And though you were never one to say no to Obi-wan you figured he’d be okay with you disobeying an order.
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You woke to a heavy weight in your hand, something holding it back softly as you instinctively tried to bring it to your eyes to rid them of sleep. Looking down you saw a hand in your own and a man connected to that hand, an unconscious obi-wan slumped over in an uncomfortable looking chair beside the bed.
“I’d let him sleep” A familiar voice whispering brought your attention to the other side of the room to see Anakin leaning against the wall with a smile “I’m honestly not sure when the last time he got some was”
With a small smile you looked back at the hunched over man, noting the dark purple bags that hung beneath his eyes for the first time. Letting his sleep was fine by you, Obi-wan more than deserved it, and you were more than fine with letting your hand lay within his for a bit longer.
“You know you had us real worried out there” Anakin whispered again, walking over to the side of your bed giving your arm a soft squeeze “Had him real worried out there”
“Yeah I’d have been worried too. I wouldn’t want to be stuck with just you as my padawan either” You cringed slightly at the sound of your voice. It came out much raspier than you intended.
Obi-wans hand immediately went tense in yours at the sound of your voice, grabbing ahold of it tightly as you heard the man sit up in his chair. You turned your head from Anakin as he mumbled something about addressing the council as he quickly left the room leaving you and Obi-Wan alone.
Your eyes were immediately met with concerned bright blue ones and you couldn’t fight the smile from breaking across your face as you saw them. A similar one breaking out across his face.
“How are you feeling?” Your master asked as he scooched his chair closer to your bedside, his hand notably never leaving your own.
“I’m okay” You tired to assure him; your point quickly being cut as you broke into a cough.
Obi-wan was on his feet in an instance, his other hand quickly making its way to your back as he helped you sit up, rubbing comfortingly around in circles. “Yes that sounds reassuring”
You laughed at that, ignoring the way it made your ribs ache, something that didn’t quite seem to slip past Obi-wan though you still got him to sit back down, squeezing his hand back in thanks.
“Really I feel a lot better. Knew I was right in trusting you with my life”
Obi-wan leaned back in his chair with a sigh, a hand coming to his beard as he shook his head softly “If you were right then you wouldn’t be lying in this bed”
You tugged quickly on the man’s hand, pulling him up to his feet before you and wrapping his hands around you in about the best hug you could manage at the moment. Not willing for even a moment to let him think this was somehow his fault. And for now it was enough, in fact for now it was more than enough it was heavenly. “I’m in this bed because of you” You whispered back to him, squeezing his arms around you tightly “because you came to save me like I knew you would”
You felt his body shake slightly with a soft chuckle before he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head “I’ll always come to save you darling”
Slowly, reluctantly, Obi-wan pulled back, backing up to sit back down in his chair.
“You should get some rest” You told him teasingly, “you look like shit”
Obi-wan laughed in response, relaxing further into his chair telling you he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon “Yeah? You’re one to talk”
“hey at least I have an excuse” You laughed, shifting to lay further back in your bed.
“As do I” Obi-wan responded so softly you weren’t sure you were supposed to hear it before he cleared his throat, saying the next part slightly louder “couldn’t sleep knowing one of my favorite padawans was in danger”
“One of?” You raised a brow at him before leaning your head back onto the pillow and closing your eyes “You know you love me”
Not saying anything obi-wan just gazed back at you, relieved beyond belief that you were here in front of him again, swearing to himself he would never let you into a situation like that again.
You truly had no idea just how true your last words were.
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Pls feel free to ignore but can I get some soft protective Obi-Wan? I’m going through it at the moment ❤️❤️😍 So happy to see you emerge!
i am so happy to be back! i hope you feel better soon <3
obi-wan is very understanding that you can look out for yourself and that you don't need his protection, but the minute he thinks you're going to be hurt, he's there no questions asked.
maybe you're in battle together, or you've just come back and you're injured; the poor man is trying to walk the line between showing you he cares and not outing your relationship to the council
so really, his main thing is getting you somewhere private. obi-wan is a strangely good liar, and he's pulling you away from the nurse droids, murmuring something about a fear of medical spaces and really, it would be better if i treated them so we can have a mission debrief
it works. probably because they're droids and they're not programmed to argue about these things. also, why he is panicking about outing your relationship to droids, who are also not programmed to give a fuck about that probably? just realised that as i'm typing. but it seems like the kind of silly thing that would r/whoosh over obi's head so. i'm going to keep it.
anyways, he has you on his bed in seconds, hands roaming all over your arms, whispers of i'm so glad you're okay and where does it hurt? and tell me what you need, my love.
it takes you a second to get your brain in order, mostly because you're probably concussed and the room is spinning, but it's something he deduces quickly.
after babysitting anakin for years, his medicine cabinet is actually better equipped than the jedi infirmary so whatever injury you have, he's got something to help it.
you don't say much whilst he's bandaging you up - you just let him do his work. more for his sake than for yours, because you don't care if you're a bit dizzy for a few days or that your bruises might linger, but he definitely does.
once you're a bit more with it, that's when obi becomes especially affectionate. he just sorta lays there with you, arms around you and holding you to his chest.
that's when you both calm down, just listening to each other's heartbeats and taking comfort in the fact that once again, you made it home safe, and you're both alive and well. alive and mostly well, in your case.
of course, there's a lecture about safety in the morning
but you've come to enjoy those too
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You're Losing Me.
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Prompt - ‘Do something, babe, say something. Lose something, babe, risk something. Choose something babe, I got nothing to believe, unless you're choosing me.’
Notes - I know I posted a House version of this yesterday but this song has such a hold on me so here's Obi-Wan's version.
You had known Obi-Wan your whole life, had trained by his side since you were children and formed a friendship that had the older Jedi raising their eyebrows and whispering about attachments. You had been inseparable since you’d met, drawn to one another like it was the will of the Force and never once drifted apart from each other in all your years together.
It wasn’t until you were a few years older, well into your Padawan training, that you both began to see your friendship had transitioned into something more, something that had you feeling lighter than ever, something that had your chest feeling warm and your cheeks heating up.
You were in love with Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan who was always there when you needed him, Obi-Wan who was always ready to pull you into his arms and talk about everything and nothing for hours, Obi-Wan who never hesitated to stand up for you when you let people put you down. You were in love with the man who stood for everything good, who was so kind and patient, who never gave you anything but fond and happy memories.
You loved him and you didn’t know what to do. What was there to do when you dedicated your whole life to an Order that forbade attachments? You couldn’t fathom how the Order could think something as beautiful as the feelings you felt for Obi-Wan could possibly lead you down a Dark path.
Obi-Wan had known he was in love with you for a long time, from the moment his gaze started to linger on you for a little longer when you looked away, from the moment he realised he longed for your company when you were pulled apart by separate missions, from the moment he realised all he wanted to do when you smiled at him was to pull you in and taste your lips.
He hadn’t been able to stop himself from doing just that when he was finally able to steal a moment alone with you when you returned from a mission two weeks later than intended after peace talks had turned violent and you and your Master had gotten caught in the midst of it.
You hadn’t had more than a moment to register what was happening before you felt Obi-Wan’s lips on yours the second you walked into the room, freezing for a moment before sinking into the kiss, relaxing for the first time in weeks as your hands gripped Obi-Wan’s robes, both of you needing to assure yourselves you were safe.
From there everything evolved until you were sneaking around the Temple, keeping your relationship a secret, knowing you were breaking the rules and not caring if it meant you got to call Obi-Wan yours. It didn’t matter that you couldn’t tell anybody, it didn't matter that your relationship was built on stolen moments and secret meetings, you knew one day things would be different, you didn’t care about anything else.
The secret lasted well into knighthood and when Obi-Wan became a Master, having to train the young Skywalker boy it put a strain on your relationship. Suddenly it wasn’t just you and Obi-Wan sneaking around together, ignoring the whispers and the knowing glances from Qui-Gon as he left the quarters more and more frequently giving you and Obi-Wan plenty of time together. Suddenly in the space of one mission there was a Padawan and no time for stealing time together, now it was all about longing glances as the other was thrown more and more into their duties.
Eventually though it became easier to deal with, you and Obi-Wan were assigned missions together with Anakin coming along but as the years went on you made it work. You were sure the Padawan knew there was something going on between you and Obi-Wan, the cheeky grins and badly concealed winks he sent Obi-Wan’s way as he came up with excuses to leave the room for a while gave as much away,
You weren’t complaining, you loved any time you got to spend with Obi-Wan, you wished for more days that were spent laying side by side whether it be in a bed or a field littered with flowers but you knew that this was all he could offer you and all you could offer him right now.
So it went on like that, years passing by in secret as you loved each other quietly. You wanted it to be enough but there was a small part of you that was more and more persistent as the years passed, hopeful for something more.
You knew you’d leave the Order for the man, all he had to do was ask. You wanted him to ask more than anything, wanted him to steal you away in the middle of the night and put as much distance as possible between you and the rules of the Jedi Order. You wanted to build a life with him, one that didn’t need to be clouded by secrets and lies, one where you could kiss him whenever you wanted without always looking over your shoulder.
You wanted him to ask you.
He never did though and when the war started you pushed all those thoughts away. It wasn’t the time to leave, that’s what you told yourself anyway as you threw yourself into the war efforts, aching as you and Obi-Wan were separated yet again, only reunited when the Council ordered it.
There were a few times you got to spend longer together, days that were spent on Coruscant, still surrounded by the war but easier to ignore as you made your way to Obi-Wan’s quarters after a long day of consulting with the Council.
“I’d say that was a rather successful meeting, wouldn’t you? If what we have planned works we’ll have Akippee in no time.” Obi-Wan grinned at you as he moved around the quarters, seemingly unable to try and leave the war outside of these walls, to savour the little bit of time you were able to have together.
You just hummed at him and let your fingers trail along the back of the sofa as you looked around the room, the room that had once brought you peace, had felt more like home than any place had before, the soft orange hues lighting the room but now it felt different, it felt empty.
Obi-Wan continued to talk, hardly noticing the fact it was a one sided conversation as your mind went into overdrive. You weren’t sure how he couldn’t see something was wrong, how could he glance over at you and smile, how could he chuckle and speak and not notice you were miles away questioning everything?
Eventually Obi-Wan led you into the bedroom, stating that you must both be exhausted from such a long day and it wasn’t long until the lights went out. Obi-Wan fell asleep easily, not pulling you close to his chest like he would have years back and you ignored the way another bit of your heart withered at the loss.
The sound of Obi-Wan breathing evenly and shuffling every so often used to comfort you, it used to lull you into a peaceful sleep and leave you well rested. Now it set your nerves on edge, it made you feel like you were alone even though you could reach out and touch him, though the space between you felt infinitely bigger than it was.
As he slept you stayed awake, sat up staring into the darkness of the room, letting your thoughts run wild, letting yourself wonder what was happening, letting yourself wonder if it was time to face the reality of what had become of you and him.
You loved Obi-Wan, the man was all you had ever known and you didn’t want to know anything else. You loved him more dearly than anything in the whole galaxy and yet here you were with him, feeling lonelier than you had ever felt in your life.
All you wanted was a life with Obi-Wan, you wanted a proper, real life with Obi-Wan. One far away from the rules and regulations of the Jedi, one where attachments weren’t something to be feared, one where you could kiss him freely and without judgement, you wanted to give him every part of your life, you wanted to be his wife, you wanted to give him a family.
You wanted to give him everything.
You had tried to deny it for so long, tried to convince yourself you didn’t actually need that. You didn’t need to be Obi-Wan’s bride, you didn’t need to start a family with him and live your life openly to prove you loved him.
But it was never about proving anything, it was just something you wanted so badly and Obi-Wan had never given any indication he wanted anything more than you had. He seemed so content with what you had, never going forward, just staying where you were.
There were too many problems with your relationship, sure the war could be blame for leaving you without seeing each other for months on end but you truly believed if the war hadn’t happened this would still have been the outcome, maybe it would have bought you a few more months maybe even years but it was always going to end up here.
There were too many problems and Obi-Wan didn’t see them, either he refused to see them or he was really so blinded to them. When you finally reunited it was like there was no time apart for him, like everything was still the same. Your heart was breaking and he was fine where you were.
It was falling apart, you could see it breaking down before your eyes and yet Obi-Wan couldn’t. You wanted to scream at him, beg and plead for him to do something, to show it meant something to him, to show you meant something to him. You wanted him to take a risk, to leave the Order with you, to show that he would choose you. But he never did.
That night you slept fitfully, feeling even more drained than you had been the night before, only able to glare at Obi-Wan in the morning with a storm of emotions in your eyes as he went about getting ready for the day whilst keeping up a steady stream of conversation. He looked at you with a smile on his face and you wanted to scream some more, wanted to shake him and beg him to look at you, to see that you were dying, to see that he was losing you.
All you wanted was for him to see you, to see the mess that was your relationship and fight to save it, to do something to show he loved you. You wanted to believe your relationship could survive but your heartbeat felt like it was fading with every day that passed, it felt like you were going to die before Obi-Wan realised something was wrong.
“I can’t do this anymore.” You interrupted him, looking as shocked as he did at the outburst, not fully registering the words leaving your mouth or the decision to save yourself before your heart really did stop.
“Is everything ok?” Obi-Wan asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he put down his caf and turned to you, seemingly giving you all his attention but still not seeing you, not seeing how worn down you were.
“No.” You finally forced yourself to say after a few moments of silence passed where you could only stare at him, debating if you wanted to do this. “Obi-Wan, this isn’t working, we’re not working.”
“I don’t understand.” Obi-Wan told you softly, his hand coming up to scratch at his beard as he tried to figure out what was happening and why you were suddenly so unhappy with your relationship.
“I know you don’t.” You told him, voice shaky as you fought back tears. “I know you don’t, Obi-Wan and that’s the problem. You don’t understand despite all the signals I’ve given, you don’t understand even though it’s so clear to see.”
“What’s clear to see?” He asked you and the genuine confusion coming from him hurt your heart even more.
“Would you leave the Order for me?” You asked, never wanting to ask the question, not when you knew what the answer would be but it was the only thing you could think to ask to get him to understand something about how far your relationship had fallen.
Obi-Wan was silent for a moment too long, a moment that he actually seemed to recognise lasted for too long if the regretful look on his face meant anything. You let out a chuckle that sounded more like a sob and nodded, you’d already known the answer, if he was going to say yes he would have already left.
“I never wanted to lose you but you, you won’t do something, you won’t risk something to fight for us. You won’t even choose me, Obi-Wan. I can’t do this anymore, I’m tired, I’m so tired of being lonely.” You cried, a few tears slipping down your cheeks as you slid your robe on.
“Where are you going?” He asked quietly and you nearly sobbed, even now, even when you were walking out of the door he wouldn’t fight for you.
“To talk to Master Yoda, I can’t stay Obi-Wan, I can’t.” You told him and opened the door, waiting a moment for him to say something, to do something but he didn’t. He stayed silent and let you walk out of his quarters.
You barely held yourself together, hearing the door shut behind you and forced your feet to move until you got to an empty room. Only then did you let yourself fall apart, sobs wracking your body as you finally let everything out, everything you had been ignoring for years.
All you had wanted was for him to give you something, you had only ever wanted him to choose you the way you would always chose him but instead he hadn’t even fought to stop you from leaving, letting you go like you hadn’t given him your best years, hadn’t given him everything you had only to be left alone feeling like you heart wouldn’t start anymore.
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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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Don’t You Know (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader)
fandom: STAR WARS
pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader
type: one shot
genre: smut
word count: 2,812
warnings: Straight up smut (with some plot), a little bit of angst (because I can’t help myself), AFAB!Reader (but no pronouns)
summary: Obi-Wan is acting strange lately. The Council doesn’t assign him on your mission with you although you usually are sent out as a team. You decide to confront the Jedi Master.
a/n: I don’t know how this happened and I’m a little bit embarrassed, but I finally managed to get around writing some heated stuff which usually really isn’t in my comfort zone. But I had to try. So this little piece of writing is purely based on the song Don’t You Know by Jaymes Young which is just an amazing hot mess. Naturally, this one shot is as heated as the song is and should hopefully send shivers down your spine. Have fun reading it, but be warned: I couldn’t help but drizzle some angst into it. As always there is quite a bit of set up so that you can settle into the setting. I like to give some basic info so that the reader can imagine the scenario better. AAH, I am so unsure about this and I really really hope it isn’t awful.
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Obi-Wan Kenobi was a flirt. He didn't do it intentionally, it was just something that was in his nature. His sarcastic and flirty way of conducting conversations was almost a staple of his character and even or rather especially his enemies weren’t left out by his straightforward way of phrasing things, except perhaps the more important Jedi in the temple, obviously including the council and for some kind of reason: you.
You had known Master Obi-Wan for a long time, you had trained together as Padawans and had been on many missions before. Especially, during the early stages of the Clone Wars you two had been an unbeatable team. Naturally, you admired the slightly older Jedi Master immensely as what he was: a capable Jedi, a distinguished light saber wielder and on top of all the best partner you could ask for on missions. Although Obi-Wan usually was quiet moody and cocky, always being able to think of a snarky remark, to you he never ceased to be his most polite self. Sometimes, in all that politeness you wondered whether he even liked you. His behaviour around you actually was quite odd, he was being too nice, always helping you up and trying to please you at every given point. He never even attempted a sarcastic remark towards you. Maybe, this was what had made you fall in love with him at first, but in times of doubt and especially when you were suffering from low self esteem again, you did wonder whether he actually liked you or whether he was just being superficially friendly in order to hide his inner contempt for you. Was he just being nice because he felt like it was his duty whilst actually being quite repulsed by you? You couldn’t be sure of it and the whole affair drove you around the bend. For a while now, you had tried to get rid of your intrusive thoughts and not think about Obi-Wan as more than a friend, but your love for him made you doubt your relationship to him even more. You felt like every step towards him was actually pushing him away from you and you observed that he was really just becoming more distant the more you yourself opened up to him and sought his attention. It wasn’t like your were showing your true feelings to him because you really didn’t, you rather just tried to spend quality time with him, but with each further attempt on your behalf he just closed himself off even more, until he became fully distant and even cold towards you.
It was another particular appointment for a Jedi Council meeting. You had been summoned to receive a new assignment and were now waiting in the ante-room when you were called. As you were entering the Council’s chamber and stepping in the middle of the round you looked around the room. Master Obi-Wan was sitting as always in his cushioned arm chair with his legs folded and arms placed on the armrests. Why did he have to look so bloody perfect all the time with his copper hair and smooth beard? That wasn’t fair. You shot a quick glance at him smiling, but he didn’t look at you. Instead he watched the ground intently as if it was some interesting new species that he had never seen before. Why wasn’t he noticing you? Usually, he always gave you at least a reassuring smile because he knew how you hated standing before all these Masters, but not this time. What had happened? What was wrong? Master Windu’s firm voice suddenly brought you back to reality and you quickly emptied your thoughts not wanting to showcase them to the Council.
“Master y/n, you will be sent on a mission to Malastare in order to check in on the fuel cargoes that have been ordered. Due to rather unfortunate diplomatic errors after the latest incidents on the planet, the Dugs are still quite suspicious of the Galactic Senate’s decisions. Please watch them carefully and ensure their loyalty.” Master Windu instructed you.
“I expect I will not be sent alone?” You asked hoping to be accompanied by your usual partner Obi-Wan.
“Actually, you will this time, we lay great trust in your expertise and besides this mission shouldn’t be of great difficulty.” Master Windu proceeded.
“I don’t want to be disrespectful, Master, but I’m not quite the diplomat myself and I usually get sent out on mission such as this together with Master Kenobi since he is the negotiator of the two of us, why not this time?” You asked trying to keep your voice as steady as possible.
“Because I will be on a mission on my own.” Obi-Wan answered drily.
“Oh okay, well then - I. Yes, so when will I be off planet?” You inquired trying to not sound too baffled.
“Tomorrow set off, you will.” Master Yoda announced.
“Well, thank you, Masters. If that is all, may I leave?”
“Sure, Master y/l/n, your Commander will wait for you with further instructions. May the force be with you.” Master Windu said.
“And with you.” You answered him turning around and leaving the Council’s chamber as quickly as possible.
What in the galaxy was wrong with him. He had been strange all week, but there was no sane rhyme or reason why he behaved so repulsive. He didn’t even look at you all the while you were standing there encircled by the Jedi Masters. Had you done something to annoy him? You couldn’t tell. Perhaps, he had noticed your affection towards him, but that couldn’t be it. You followed the code, you knew that any kind of close relationship was forbidden. Jedi weren’t supposed to have possessions such as a significant other. And it was quite clear to you that Obi-Wan valued the code even more than you. That was the reason why you hid your feelings in the first place. If you couldn’t be in a relationship with the man you loved, you could at least try to be friends with him and have him in your life as just that. But what Obi-Wan was doing was outrageous. There was no possibility that he had found out about your thoughts, so the only reasonable explanation for his behaviour was that he didn’t appreciate your companionship after all. And there they were again: the doubts that haunted you at night. It didn’t make sense, he didn’t make sense. He treated you like he treated nobody else, he was kind and sweat to you and now from one day to another he had apparently changed his mind about all that, about your partnership and about your friendship. Couldn’t he just at least be his cocky self in front of you?
All these thoughts rushed through your head as you were strolling to your quarters. As you were approaching the sliding door it struck you. Kriff. You would never know what was up with him if you didn’t talk to him. Why not just ask him? What was the worst thing he could say? You turned and left the corridor through the way you had come. Obi-Wan’s quarters were just two corridors away from yours. You knew he wouldn’t be there because the Council meeting certainly was still running so you decided to just wait for him as you had done multiple times before. You opened the sliding door and stepped into the familiar looking room. It was the same as yours, quite empty and barren. You said down and got out your holopad to do some research on your new mission whilst waiting for Obi-Wan.
One and two hours must have past when you heard the familiar steps approaching the door. Obi-Wan was busy looking at his own holopad when he entered the room. You quickly got up smoothing your robes with your hands.
“Master Obi-Wan. I’m sorry to intrude your privacy, but I have to speak to you.” You said firmly.
“Master y/n.” He looked quite startled, but quickly seemed to be able to collect himself. “If it is something about your mission, please ask Master Windu or your Commander, I have to prepare my own one.”
“I think neither Master Windu nor my Commander will be able to help me with this. See, it is something quite personal.” You continued.
“Well, ask me another time, I’m busy.” He muttered ushering away from you.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi!” You urged, now angry. “What is possibly wrong with you?”
“Why? I- I don’t know what you mean. I’m perfectly fine.” He stuttered. You were agitated. What was he thinking of?
“No, you’re not! Has a Kwazel Maw eaten your brain? Why do you treat me like I am nothing but thin air to you? And why in the damned galaxy aren’t we assigned on the same mission as always? Tell me why you are acting so strangely.” You asked him with every word urging the Jedi Master backwards whilst poking your finger in his chest.
“I thought it would be better if we didn’t see each other for a while. I don’t think this is working.” Now it was you the one who was startled by his words. You were slowly processing his words not wanting to believe them.
“What isn’t working, Obi-Wan? We are the best team. We’re always successful and we always have a great time on our missions.”
“That’s exactly the point. We are not supposed to have a great time together. This is war. It is supposed to be nerve wracking and tedious.” He explained turning away from you.
“So this is what you want? To be miserable all the time and drown in the mental casualties of the war?”
“Precisely.” He muttered. You didn’t believe him. That was so unlike the Obi-Wan that you knew who always tried to master the situation he found himself in, no matter how difficult it was. He always came up with something witty to make the war less depressing.
“Obi-Wan.” You urged gripping his wrist firmly and turning him around. “We know both that you don’t mean that. Tell me what it really is.”
“I can’t - I. This is not what I- It will destroy us.”
“Why? What are you saying. You’re not making any sense.”
“I can’t. I- uh, blast. Screw it. Y/n, it is because of you.”
“Because of me? I don’t understand, what did I do wrong?” Now you were utterly confused, the Jedi Master in front of you had completely gone nuts, you were sure.
“Nothing, that is my point. It is just your simple existence.”
“My existence?” You shrieked. That certainly wasn’t the answer you had expected, but it was the answer you had feared. “So you do dislike me after all. I assume I should better go.”
“What? No! That wasn’t what I mean. I don’t want you to go. I need more of you in my life. Don’t you realize what you do to me? Don’t you know that I- don’t you know I want you so bad?” His raspy voice rang in your ears. You just now realized how close you were to him still gripping his wrist. His azure eyes watched you intently and you noticed a slight tingle in them. He was so close. “Every night I call for you. Don’t you know that I’m going mad? I’d do anything to love you. And I know I shouldn’t, I know that I can’t love you, it is forbidden, the code-”
“Screw the code! Nobody should be alone.” You whispered closing the gap between you two and settling your lips on his. You felt him becoming tense, but then quickly he relaxed and leaned into your kiss wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. His soft beard was scratching your smooth skin, you loved the feeling of it, it was intoxicating. You were running your hand up into his hair tugging at his lose strands. It felt perfect, like it had always belonged there. You gasped into the kiss opening you mouth slightly and making way for his tongue. “Obi-Wan!” You moaned. “Y/n, I’d do anything to touch you!” he exclaimed letting go of you only to come back peppering kisses down your neck. “I know you were meant for me!” He mumbled against you heated skin. You felt your core already becoming wet at the sound of his words. Was this really happening? Wasn’t it one of your endless dreams? But he was there kissing you. You had never seen him like this. The always so patient and conceived Jedi Master had turned into a ravenous mess, flirty remarks had turned into heated praising and his usually smirking lips were now peppering your skin with pure need working their way to your collarbones. His strong arms were drawing you impossibly closer and one hand grabbed you by your thigh pulling it up. You felt his length stretching his pants and pressing against your sensitive area. “Please, Obi-Wan, I need you now!”
“You don’t how long I’ve waited for this.” He uttered, pushing you back towards his bed, carefully lifting you up and placing you down making sure you weren’t hurt. With one hand he pinned both your arms down over your head while he hovered above you and devoured your sight. “You look beautiful, darling! I would fight in a war for you.”
“You know you’re actually already doing that.” You chuckled.
“Not the point.” He said silencing you with another heated kiss. You arched your back pressing your hips to his. He was already so hard for you. Your were becoming impatient. He was fumbling with your belt finally being able to untie it. Tugging at your robes he managed to free your chest. His hands were coming back to your waist, lips trailing down finding your breast, tongue playing with your nipple tugging at it lightly. “Obi-Wan, please!” You moaned again. He shot up leaving your exposed chest and fumbled with his own robes quickly getting rid of his top and tossing it far away into the dim room. “Oh darling, I know all the ways to appreciate your design.” He muttered darting back to you and trailing further down to your core whilst pushing your pants out of the way. “Oh, don’t make me beg you please.” he said and then kissed you right down there, tongue playing with your clit and two fingers stroking your entrance, then plunging in deep. You saw stars and were moaning in a hot mess. “Yes, Obi-Wan, right there.” He was hitting all the sweet spots you didn’t even know existed. One hand of yours was finding its way to Obi-Wan’s hair gripping it and holding his head right there, the other one was getting hold of the bed sheets tugging at them violently when he let go of you. “Don’t tease me like this, I need to feel you, Obi-Wan, now please!” You begged.
He got back up and freed himself from this pants that had up until this moment held a big bulge in place. His cock stood tall and erect glistening with pre-cum. You wondered how he would feel inside you filling you up, satisfying you, grinding you, but you didn’t have to think about it for too long since he was already back on top of you spoiling you with kisses and placing his length on your entrance. “Do you really want this, y/n?” He asked you. “Yes, Obi-Wan, I need this. I can’t live without you.” One word of you was enough and you could feel him entering and filling you up completely. “You are so tight.” He pressed out melting into you like your bodies were made for each other. He stayed were he was adjusting his length to you, but then he started thrusting into you, first slowly and then with increasing pace. “Harder, please Obi-Wan.” He did as you instructed all the while leaving kisses on your sensitive area on your neck. “Make me cum, darling.” He breathed into your ear, both of you had turned into a hot mess, bodies clinging to each other as if this was the last time they would be together. He reached his hand down and found your clit again stroking circles around it. You could feel your legs getting shaky by the touch of him, the orgasm was slowly building in your stomach rolling like a great wave over the shore. “I can’t do this any longer!” You gasped. “Me neither.” He stuttered moving quicker. The orgasm was making your toes curl and hitting you with such a force that you couldn’t see anything but stars. He came right after you filling you with his sweat sperm and crushing down on you breathing heavily. “I love you so much, y/n.” He mused into your ear, kissing you as he was pulling out and letting himself fall down onto the bed beside you. “I love you too, Obi.” You smiled and wriggled closer to him settling in his arm, your breath starting to become at ease.
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The Bond Between Us ~ 50
THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST
< previous chapter
Word Count: 2,600ish
Summary: Obi-Wan leaves you to fight Darth Vader. You and Leia make it to Alderaan safely.
Notes: The last scene guys. The last scene. And I just couldn’t stop myself from adding gifs.
Besides whatever the Force was trying to warn him about, Obi-Wan’s worry increased over you. You were clearly getting weaker and weaker with each passing moment. Leia was sensing it too. Leia had placed herself as close to you as possible, holding your hand tightly. Obi-Wan held you steady as the ship shook due to the blasts it was receiving from Vader’s star cruiser.
“Hyperdrive’s almost ready,” Roken stated, coming back into the room. He looked at Sully. “Move all power to the rear shields. We’ll head for Tessen. Get you out from there.”
Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed. He could sense something off with Roken. Slowly and carefully, Obi-Wan maneuvered you to lie down on the bench as he stood.
“Obi…” you called, confused as to why he was leaving your side.
“I’m going to see if they need my help,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your head. He looked at Leia. “Watch her?”
“I will,” Leia replied with a nod.
Obi-Wan followed after Roken. “We’re not gonna make it to Tessen, are we?”
“Motivator’s shot,” Roken responded in a whisper.. “Power couplings are bad. I’m workin’ on it, but those shields won’t last forever.”
“How much time do you need?” The ship shook as it was hit.
“More than we have.”
Slowly, he turned back to where you, Leia, and the crowd were. He noticed Leia comforting a nearby boy with her droid, Lola. He smiled softly as he went over and crouched down in front of her.
“They’re scared,” Leia told him. “She keeps their minds off of it.”
“Maybe I should borrow her too,” Obi-Wan replied with a kind expression.
He then told her the plan he formed to distract Vader. You were listening though you were too weak to respond, and Obi-Wan knew it.
“No! No way!” Leia yelled. “You can’t just leave me here!”
“I’m the one that Vader wants,” Obi-Wan said calmly. “If I go, he will follow.”
“I’m not letting you!” She gripped onto you as she pulled away from him.
“Leia, please.”
“Wait, what happened to all of us staying together?” A woman asked, having easily overheard the conversation.
“Roken needs more time to fix the ship. This will give him that time. You’ve spent ten years protecting the Jedi. This is my chance to return that favor.”
“But we’re so close,” Roken argued.
“Roken, you know this plan makes sense.”
“No, we need you!” Sully retorted.
“It’ll buy you the time you need. You must get these people out of here. You are all the future. You are the future. You’re what needs to survive.”
“No,” Leia said, storming off.
“Leia.”
Haja stood up and got in front of Obi-Wan. “I find she needs to be given space,” he said. “Just—“
“You must promise me that you’ll get her home, Haja.” He glanced back at you. “That you will get them both home. As soon as I’m in the clear.”
“You have my word. Although, I know the word of a liar and a fake Jedi may not mean much to you.”
“It’s good enough for me.” Obi-Wan turned around and came over to you. He knelt beside you. “My little star,” he whispered, tearing up. “I am so sorry… Haja will get you and Leia to Alderaan and I will join you as soon as I can.”
“Obi,” you rasped. “Don’t.”
“I have to in order to give these people a chance… to give you and Leia a chance.” He held a kiss to your head. “If I do not make it, please forgive me… I love you, little star.”
“I love you… Obi,” you took his hand to stop him from leaving, “take me with you when you say goodbye to Leia… we will need each other.”
Obi-Wan nodded and hurried off to further secure the details of his plan.
~~~
Obi-Wan carried you to a small room in the back, where Haja was talking to Leia. You could sense Leia’s hurt as Obi-Wan placed you next to her.
“I talked to her,” Haja whispered as he came over to Obi-Wan. “You’re welcome.” Then he walked off. Obi-Wan moved to stand in front of Leia.
“You said you’d take me home,” Leia said.
“I wish that I could, Leia,” Obi-Wan responded. “Really, I do… Please tell your father I tried.” Leia stayed silent, looking down at the ground. Obi-Wan got down on a knee. “I have something for you.” He handed her Tala’s holster. “Roken found it before we got out. She would have wanted you to have it.”
“It’s empty.” You let out a small laugh at Leia’s comment.
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “Well, I wasn’t gonna give you a blaster, Leia. You’re ten years old.”
He sighed. “But you won’t always be.” He looked at you, staring at the ring hanging from your neck. “Take care of her.”
Leia nodded. “I will.” She launched herself forward and hugged him tightly.
When she pulled away, it was clear she was sad. “Come back,” she whispered. “Please.”
“I promise.” Obi-Wan gave her a nod as one last hug before turning to you and kissing your head. “Hold on, little star. Leia will get you home.”
~~~
Haja and Roken carried the stretcher you had been placed on from the transport to the ship that Haja had gotten to take him, you, and Leia to Alderaan. Leia stayed by your side, holding your hand as much as she could. You were constantly in and out of consciousness. Now connected to Obi-Wan through your bond once more, you were catching glimpses of the fight Obi-Wan and Vader were having.
“Have you come to destroy me, Obi-Wan?”
“I will do what I must.”
“Then you will die!”
“Did you truly think that you could defeat me? You have failed, Master.”
“Anakin.”
“Anakin is gone… I am what remains.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Anakin… for all of it.”
“I am not your failure, Obi-Wan… you didn’t kill Anakin Skywalker... I did… The same way, I will destroy you!”
“Then my friend is truly dead… Goodbye, Darth.”
The feeling in the Force that you and Obi-Wan had before came back. Someone was in endanger. Your mind sought out who it could be, quickly coming up with Luke. If you could feel it, then you knew Obi-Wan could and that he would rush there to save him. Knowing that Obi-Wan hadn’t been killed by Vader, made it possible for your body to finally, and fully, give into rest.
~~~
When you woke, you knew that you were in the medical center of the palace on Alderaan. Looking around, you noticed Leia asleep on the end of the bed you were on.
“She hasn’t left your side once,” Bail whispered, walking into the room. “Says that she promised to watch over you.”
“She’s a good one,” you responded, looking at the Senator.
“Yes, she is.” He sat down in a chair beside your bed. “I am grateful to see you alive. Obi-Wan had feared you to be dead.”
“Yeah… honestly, there were a couple of times I wished I was. But then I thought of the kids, of Obi-Wan, and I fought.”
“You did well. Nine years is a long time to fight.”
“Yes… yes, it is.” You looked around the room. “How long have I been out?”
“A few days.”
“Have you…”
“We have not heard from Obi-Wan.”
“I know he is not dead, I can sense him. But I am worried about why he has not returned.”
“Leia said he promised you both that he would return. He will come.”
~~~
Another day passed before Breha insisted that you and Leia change and meet her and Bail out on the landing platform. Leia held your hand as you two walked over to the platform. She was confidently walking, Tala’s holster attached to her.
“You haven’t told me about my real mother like you said you would,” Leia said.
“You’re right,” you responded. “Though, I have been a little busy resting and healing.”
“Will you now?”
“Maybe after we see what your parents want from us.”
Breha and Bail were already on the platform as you walked to them, with a ship just landing. You sighed at the familiar presence you could sense from inside the ship. You knew Leia would be excited about who was here. When the two of you arrived at the couple's side, Bail took his daughter in.
“You said there were many ways to lead,” Leia told her father.
“Looks like I was right,” Bail replied with a smile.
“If I’m going to do this, I’m going to want to change a few things.”
“Then let’s change things together.”
Leia smiled as she turned to the ship. “So, who is it today? More cousins?”
“Not exactly.”
You smiled widely as the door opened and Obi-Wan stepped off the ship. He was smiling as Lola floated above him. Leia gasped.
“Lola!” She exclaimed, racing forward toward the droid and Obi-Wan.
“Who am I to separate a young lady from her droid?” Obi-Wan commented. He walked over, happier than he had been in a long time, toward Bail and gave him a hug.
“Obi-Wan,” Bail greeted.
Breha took Obi-Wan’s hand and shook it. “Thank you,” she said.
“Of course,” he responded.
“We can never repay you,” Bail told Obi-Wan.
“Well, she has already done that… in more ways than I thought she ever could.”
Obi-Wan looked back at Leia and then at you. He hurried over and took you by the waist. He spun you around, causing you to laugh. A sound that he hadn’t heard in ten years. When he stopped, he pulled you in for a kiss.
“I missed you, little star,” he whispered, breath fanning against your lips.
“As I did you,” you responded. “How is Luke?”
“Safe.”
“And you are?”
“Better. Much better.” He smiled, before kissing your lips briefly. “And how are you?”
“Leia took great care of Y/N,” Bail responded for you.
“Oh, yes,” you agreed, “even slept at the end of my bed like some sort of pet.” You all laughed. As the laughter died down, you all found yourselves watching Leia.
“I fear for her future. The Empire grows stronger and bolder.”
“Well, if you ever need my help again, you know where to find me.”
“Find us,” you corrected.
“Let’s hope that day never comes,” Bail said. He shook Obi-Wan’s hand and then yours before you and Obi-Wan headed over to Leia.
“So, what’ll you do now?” Leia asked Obi-Wan.
“I don’t know,” he responded. “What do you think I should do?”
“I think you should sleep.” The three of you laughed.
“I think you’re right.” Obi-Wan took a long look at Leia and got down on his knees in front of her. “Leia. When I said before that I didn’t know your parents… Princess Leia Organa, you are wise, discerning, kindhearted.”
“These are qualities that came from your mother. But you are also passionate and fearless, forthright. And these are gifts from your father.” You shed more tears with every word Obi-Wan spoke. “Both were exceptional people who bore an exceptional daughter… I wish I could tell you more.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to. Thank you. Will I ever see you both again?”
“Maybe. Someday. If you ever need help from a tired old man.” She chuckled. “And his beautiful companion. But we must be careful. No one must know, or it could endanger us both.”
Leia reached forward and hugged Obi-Wan. “Goodbye… Obi-Wan.”
When they parted, Obi-Wan smiled at him, light returning to his eyes. “Goodbye, Princess. May the Force be with you.”
Obi-Wan stood up, slowly letting go of Leia’s hand as he led you away and back to the ship.
“Wait!” Leia called out. She rushed to you and hugged you tightly. You bent down so that you could hug her as well. “Goodbye… auntie.” You gasped, holding her tighter. “I promise I won’t say anything.”
You pulled back with tears overwhelming your eyes. “I know.” You placed a hand on her cheek. “The Force is strong with you, Leia. Be careful.”
Leia nodded, her hand coming up to grasp the ring hanging on the chain around your neck. “Will you two ever wear these on your fingers?”
“Maybe… someday.”
“How about today?” Bail asked, stepping closer. “It’s the least we could do.”
You looked back at Obi-Wan, who was staring at you lovingly. “I don’t think I can wait another day,” he admitted.
~~~
Alderaan’s sunset was beautiful but not as beautiful as the shining blue eyes staring back at you. Bail was in front of you as you and Obi-Wan gripped each other’s hands. Breha stood at your side, while Leia stood at Obi-Wan’s. None of you had changed before heading to the balcony, but none of you cared.
“Obi-Wan, if you wish to say some words to Y/N,” Bail said.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan responded with a nervous swallow, “of course.” He took a deep breath. “Y/N, the moment I met you, I knew my life would change forever. I just didn’t realize how much. You constantly drew me into you, even when we were parted. I will tell you now, what I told you then—you are my star, in a galaxy full of them. You are what I revolve around, my focus. Even before I loved you and now until the day I die. I have tried to live a life without you, and now I know that it is hardly a life without you in it. You are my everything and I promise to prove that to you for the remainder of our days. I love you, my little star. Always.” Obi-Wan’s vows had you in tears.
“Y/N,” Bail signaled it was your turn.
“The day Qui-Gon showed up at our house, I had sensed a change in the Force,” you began. “I didn’t know what it was then, but now I realize that it was you. It was your signature and mine interacting for what would be the first time. Ever since then, I have yearned for the constant need of your presence. Even when we were being stupid and shutting each other out… or severing the bond to protect each other. I always needed you. I promise you, Obi-Wan, that I will love you until my dying breath. No matter what comes our way. You are stuck with me, and I will you.” That earned a chuckle from Obi-Wan as he fought back the tears. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Obi-Wan repeated.
“The rings now,” Bail said.
You turned and took Obi-Wan’s ring from Breha, as Obi-Wan took your ring from Leia. Obi-Wan shakily slid your ring onto your finger before you did the same to him.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” Bail declared. “Now hurry and kiss her already!”
You and Obi-Wan laughed as Obi-Wan pulled you in for a desperately passionate kiss. The small family around you cheered. Obi-Wan playful dipped you as he deepened the kiss. When the two of you finally broke the kiss, you kept your heads close together.
“Finally,” Obi-Wan breathed out, grinning.
“Yes, Obi,” you agreed. “Finally.”
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For them, for us [Prologue] Obi-wan Kenobi x reader)
Authors note: Hi everyone! i'm starting a new series based off the new Obi-wan Kenobi show but I knew I wanted to give a sneak peek into what happened during the events of ROTS. Im super excited to write this story as its my first Star Wars fic and also my second work im posting here on tumblr. if you enjoy this chapter and want to see what happens next for these two comment down below to be added onto the taglist!
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Warnings: angst, signs of Ptsd (survivors guilt), violence, sad reunions, and fluff
Word count: 7,405
Also I wrote this with I know the end by Phoebe Bridgers blasting in the background. 2:35 until the end inspired most of this fic and its devastating
You can't breathe, the air growing thick and catching in your lungs as you watch the complete massacre surround you. Padawans, younglings, masters and knights dead on the ground of the temple as clones, people you considered friends and family kill off any jedi in sight.
How did this happen? Things were okay, you were close to ending the war and moving on from the nightmare that has been the last three years.
So close to rest, only for it to slip away from your fear stricken hands as you fought off clones.
The few padawans you had saved were hidden away in a supply closet far away from the main grounds as you did a final sweep for survivors. The image of you, the only standing Jedi in a room with your brethren dead at your feet, had made you numb. The smell of seared flesh and balster residue made you nauseous as you covered your nose and mouth with your cloak.
You were supposed to be with Obi-wan Kenobi, a close companion on Utapau to help him fight General Grievous but was asked to stay back and look after the younglings as the rest of the council was busy dealing with chancellor Palpatine.
You weren't sure if the clone attack was planet wide, you hoped not for Obi-wan's sake, you knew Anakin was somewhere here, sensing his force signare only hours ago.
Your heart grieved for Obi-wan and Anakin, the two being the closest thing you had to family during the Clone wars. You had known Anakin since Obi-wan brought him to the temple after Qui-Gon Jinn died, leaving Obi-wan, a padawan at the time to train Anakin. The boy rumored to be the chosen one and to bring balance to the force. But you had known Obi-wan for longer than that, both of you becoming padawans at the same time as each other and growing close as the year went on and becoming a confidant for him as you adjusted to the new pressures and grief in his life.
But you couldn't think about them right now, you had to protect yourself as you gripped the hilt of your lightsaber. The indigo hue humming in your hand as you deflect blaster shots coming at you, the bright light going back to the clone and going through his head. You sprinted away from the mass crowd of clones making their way to you, avoiding corpses of people you once knew as you made your way back to the supply closest.
The adrenaline poured from every crevice of your body as you used the force to remove the statue blocking the door as you entered. The younglings looked at you in horror before they realized who you were, their small faces covered in scratches and bruises as you covered the door again. You slid down against the way and covered your mouth, holding back the stress and fear crashing over you as you held the small children.
“Rest small ones, I promise all will be over soon.” you whispered.
At least you hoped it would be.
It must've been hours before you felt safe enough to have your force signature out as you sensed the area around you. The force rippled around you and the safety you once felt within it was strained as if the loss from today managed to break its once strong walls of security. It was quiet now, the sounds of blasters and screams gone as you stood up, the younglings woke up as you looked around the area, clearing the area before you rushed the children out of the small room.You knew you had to get the younglings safe and out of here before you went off to look more into what happend. You guided the children around the temple until you ran into Cere Junda and her padawan Trilla.
You sighed in relief at the familiar friend, grasping her hand tightly when you grew closer.
“I'm so glad to see you safe Cere,” you said, your voice raw with emotion. “You as well Trilla,” you said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Glad to see you survive this nightmare as well.” Cere said.
You looked at her with desperation, your hands reaching behind you and guiding the three younglings in front of you.
“I need you to watch over these three, I need to go back to the main corridor and find more survivors and look at the security holocron footage.” you begged, almost collapsing in relief when Cere nodded.
“Of course, have you heard from General Kenobi?” she asked, her voice soft. The teasing she would make you endure about your relationship with him seemed like a distant memory now. You shook your head, your eyes prickling with emotion.
“No, not as of yet.” you said, ignoring the growing pit of pure fear at the thought of him being dead. You sighed and cleared your throat as you kneeled down in front of the younglings, their scared faces would haunt you for years.
“Listen,” you said sternly, “You listen to Master Cere okay?”
The small nods of obedience relaxed you a bit.
“Remember, when all seems to be lost trust only in the force.” you said, with that you stood up and began to walk away from the small group.
As you made your way back to the main hall, the number of bodys crowded at your feet made you shudder. You almost expected them to be gone for some reason, but seeing them right where they were before, unloved and pale as you avoided the haunted look at blank open eyes.
Hypervigilance pricked at your bones, you kept your body stiff as you listened for any sound or movement around you and although threat seemed to be gone, you would've done anything to have your armor you wore during battle in the war zone on you instead of the cloak and tunic you currently supported. The walk of avoiding bodys and making sure no one would come at you had made you slowly make your way into the main hall.
You could feel two life forces through the force, holding your breath as you crept forward, hand gripping your lightsaber tightly as you ducked behind a pillar. You paused for a moment and took a deep breath before you looked from your cover.
You went numb as you saw Obi-wan and Yoda a few feet away from you, this time you didn't hold back a shuddering breath as you clipped your saber onto your belt and stepped out, you walked as fast as you could.
“Obi-wan!” you shouted, the man's head snapped at his name and once he saw it was you, you could see relief overcome him.
“Y/n?”
You jogged as fast as you could while being respectful to the dead around you, Obi-wan met you halfway, the weight of his body collided with yours as you both clenched to each other, hands gripping to whatever they could grab. You never, ever would've done this in a place so open like the temple. Hugs like this were reserved for late night room visits in private, away from judging eyes.
One out of your two men were safe and alive, and that thought alone gave you hope that Anakin was okay.
“Thank the gods you're okay,” you cried, no longer caring about the code anymore. You didn't care about Master Yoda seeing the blatant show of compassion, of attachment and for once it seemed Obi-wan didn't care either.
You had a feeling, the council wasn't here to judge you anymore anyways.
“Are you okay?” he asked, you nodded into his shoulder and pulled away from him. His hand, calloused and rough rested on your face, making you look at him.
“I'm okay.” you whispered.
You held his gaze for a moment before you remembered Master Yoda, you pulled away from the grip Obi-wan held on you and kneeled
“Master Yoda, I'm so glad you made it out safely as well.” you said sincerely, putting a hand on top of his head.
“Glad to see you safe Master y/n, I am.”
You stood back up and looked at Obi-wan.
“There's a signal telling Jedi to come to the temple, we're going to the security station to ward off anyone else from showing up.” Obi-wan said.
You nodded and followed Yoda to the security room, you took the time to press your force signature into Obi-wan's, the familiar presence overcame you. The feeling of warmth and tenderness along with swirls of worry and pain grounded the fact that he was here and alive next to you.
You reached your hand out and grazed his, the small movement making him grasp yours.
“Anakin,” you said hesitantly. “Have you heard from him?” you whispered, Obi-wan shook his head and you felt a wave of fear roll over your from Obi-wan.
“He'll be okay, he's a strong kid.” you said softly. Obi-wan only nodded in response and stayed silent until you reached the security room.
It was odd seeing the room that usually had guards around be empty, and you hated the way you walked in with such ease as Obi-wan headed straight to the code receiver.
You watched as Obi-wan changed the code alerting all survivors to stay away, the blue light eliminating his face as he closed the signal box. A simple action that took a minute at most saving hundreds of lives.
“It will take a long time for the clones to notice the signal change.” you said quietly. Yoda nodded in agreement as Obi-wan emerged from the small doorway. Yoda began to leave the room, but you and Obi-wan stayed still eyeing the security device. After a moment you walked over to the security recording device, and turned it on, you felt Obi-wan come up behind you. His hand grasping your shoulder tightly.
“If you go into the security recordings you go, only pain will you find.” Yoda warned.
“I must know the truth master,” Obi-wan said as you reached forward and began to rewind the recording.
You stopped at the sight of Anakin, his saber drawn as he killed younglings in cold blood, you covered your mouth in horror at the sight.
“No.” you whispered in disbelief. “No it can't be true.” you said, your voice muffled from your hand. Your body unconsciously stepped back from the image as if it had burned you.
“It can't be, It can't be.” Obi-wan said in disbelief as the recording switched to Anakin kneeling in front of chancellor Palpatine, but from the sight he was in you realized quickly this was the sith lord Obi-wan had feared.
You watched as Anakin accepted his new title as Lord Vader before Obi-wan stopped the recording. You shook your head in disbelief, how did this happen?
“I can't watch anymore.” Obi-wan said, his voice shook slightly.
“Destroy the sith we must.” Yoda said gravely. Obi-wan released his grip on your shoulder as he stepped in front of you to talk to Yoda. you looked over in shock at Yoda's words, no shock or hesitation in voice.
“Send me to kill the emperor, I will not kill Anakin.” Obi-wan said sternly.
“To fight this lord Sidious strong enough you are not.”
“He is like my brother. I cannot do it.” Obi-wan pleaded, you watched silently, unsure on what to do.
“Twisted by the dark side young Skywalker has become.” Yoda sighed.” The boy you trained, gone he is.”
“I don't know why the emperor has sent him. I don't know where to look.” Obi-wan exclaimed.
Yoda walked away before he turned to look at him.
“Use your feelings Obi-wan and find him you will.” Yoda simply said before he left the room.
You looked over at Obi-wan, his face showed nothing but confusion and pain. You were sure your face showed the same feelings as you ignored the sick feeling in your gut as you came to a harsh realization.
“I was there,” you breathed out disgust with yourself, Obi-wan turned to you. “I was with the younglings when it all went down and I felt his presence in the temple hours before.” you looked at Obi-wan in distress grasping the tunic that laid across your chest, your voice breaking at the thought. “That means he was right next to me when he killed those..” you couldn't even finish the sentence. How did you not feel him so near?
“I could've done something, I could have stopped him from killing those childe-” you hitch a breath. “I should've read more into the force, not shut it away.” you scolded yourself, your hands finding your hair as you gripped the roots.
“Y/n,” Obi-wan said sadly, stepping forward and pulling your hands away from the death grip on the strands of hair. You looked up at Obi-wan as you as your face crumpled from grief. Grief from losing friends, fellow jedi, losing the younglings, and losing Anakin.
From failing from your duty.
“I failed them.” you gasped out as you were pulled into Obi-wan's embrace. You were being selfish and you knew it, but you needed one moment. Just one of pure sorrow and hopelessness, you couldn't hold onto these feelings or else you'd drown in them.
“You protected yourself, and I know you saved as many people as you could. You were outmatched, we all were.” Obi-wan comforted. “You did your best and that's all that you can do.”
Your arms were under his, your hand curling and gripping Obi-wan's back and taking a deep breath. Your thoughts slowed to a more productive mindset as you nodded against him, you pulled away, wiping away your tears.
“We need to go see Padme,” you said, in determination.
Obi-wan Nodded.
“I agree.”
~~~~~~~
Anakin never said anything explicit about his and Padme's relationship, but you as well as Obi-wan had your suspicions about the two over the last few years. The closest you could get to a confession was making fun of him seeing her and he would grow red in his face which would result in a halfhearted insult about you and Obi-wan or when you joined Padme to Senate meetings and would integrate her, watching any reaction she made.
She never let anything show, beside a light smile.
You paused your movement in the hallway leading up to Padme's corridors, a thought coming into your head as Obi-wan turned to you.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Do we tell her about what he did?” you asked, you didn't want to hurt her that was never your goal but if anyone knew where Anakin would be, it would be her.
Obi-wan stroked his beard before he nodded.
“If the need shows, but I suspect she will find out either way.” he said in thought.
You nodded in agreement before you continued on walking.
Padme's room was far more beautiful than your tiny room in the temple. Compliments of tan, white, red, and gold decorated the room. The large balcony allowed a soft breeze in, the weather was far too beautiful for this situation.
“When was the last time you saw him?” you asked, walking aside Padme. Her face was scrunched in worry but her eyes fluttered around nervously. She knew where he was, you just know it.
“Yesterday.” she said.
“And do you know where he is now?” Obi-wan pressed.
She paused for a moment, the walking stopping in the small circle in the center of her couches.
“No,” she sighed.
“We need your help.” Obi-wan confessed, his voice bordering on begging.
“Padme,” you said, touching her arm. “He is in grave danger.”
Padme spun around, her face pale.
“From the sith?!” she gasped, you and Obi-wan shook your heads.
“From himself,” you said softly, “Anakin has turned to the darkside.”
Padme scoffed in disbelief as she looked at you in shock.
“You're wrong, How could you even say that?”
You and Obi-wan looked at each other, the pain of even saying what Anakin has done hurt too much.
“We have seen a-a security hologram…” Obi-wan started. “Of him killing younglings.” he finished, his face taut with an emotion You couldn't quite place.
“Not Anakin,” Padme denied. “He couldn't.”
You looked at her sadly.
“He was deceived by a lie. We all were.” you crossed your arms. “It appears that the chancellor is behind everything, including the war. Palpatine is the sith lord we've been looking for.” you explained, your heart hurt more and more as you watched Padme’s face fall.
“Anakin became his apprentice after Count Dooku died.” Obi-wan added
Padme stumbled backward until she was sitting on the couch, her face calm but also in shock as she started ahead.
“I don't believe you,” she said. “I cant.” she whispered.
You and Obi-wan moved to sit on either side of her, you gripped her hand tight as you looked at her.
“Padme, we must find him.” Obi-wan said. She looked between the both of you, her brows furrowed as she leaned back.
“You're going to kill him, aren't you?”
You looked down at your lap, ignoring her gaze.
“He's become a great threat.” Obi-wan warned, you kept your eyes down.
“I cant.”
You watched her grip her stomach, swollen and large. You Had only recently become aware of her pregnancy, your reaction was nothing but joy when she told you but seeing her in denial and shock as she cradled her bump made something click in your mind at her reaction. You watched Obi-wan sigh and stand up, but you sat still as you stared at her. Eyes solemn but knowing as you leaned back.
“Anakin is the father, isn't he?” you asked, Padme looked at you for a moment before she looked away, you could see tears building in her eyes. You close your eyes at the confirmation, standing up and kissing her head, you're watching two people you viewed as family lives become destroyed in a matter of a few hours.
“I'm so sorry.” you whispered, voice broken as you walked away, following Obi-wan to the ship. He climbed into the passenger before he held a hand out to you, helping you into the passenger.
You watched as the top came down over your head as Obi-wan flew away, you stared at the window watching other ships and speeders fly around you.
“That poor baby,” you sighed, rubbing at your eyes for a moment. “Padme is going to go after him, you know that right?” you said looking at Obi-wan. He kept his gaze on the traffic as he took a sharp turn.
“I know, that's why we're going with her,” he said.
~~~~
When he said you would be going with her you went expecting having to crouch behind a supply crate and wait until Padme went into the ship, and the flight crew left the landing strip. You followed after Obi-wan, pulling your hood over your head as you snuck onto the ship. It was a large ship, but open enough if both the droids were not up front with Padme, they would see us and alert her of our presence.
Obi-wan opened the door to a closet and you both climbed in, the room was small but if you slid yourself between Obi-wan and leaned against his chest you guys were able to sit on the floor.
He sighed, and you knew his exhaustion came from the overwhelming emotions, the fight he had with Grievous and the crushing fear of what he had to do next.
You grabbed his hands and wrapped him around your middle, he sighed at the comfort and rested his head against your shoulder. You gripped his hand tightly, to make sure he wouldn't disappear.
“I'm sorry,” you whispered.
“For what?” he asked, confused.
“You don't deserve this, Obi-wan,” you said. “It's not fair.”
Obi-wan stayed silent for a moment.
“I don't know if I can do this,” he admitted. “He's my brother, Y/n”
“Let me help you, us two going against Anakin would be better than just you. It's better than going in there alone.” you proposed.
“No,” he said immediately, his hand reaching up and cupping your jaw to lean back so you look him in the eyes. “I've lost enough today, I can't lose you too.” he said, you could feel his breath on your face.
“I can't lose you either.” you said, with the same amount of seriousness. “Let me help,” you begged.
“I have to do this on my own,” Obi-wan said. You went to argue but he shook his head.
“Stay on the ship, stay with Padme if anything goes wrong.”
You opened your mouth to argue but a small flash of light illuminated Obi-wan's face and you could see the pure desperation on his features.
“Okay,” you gave in. “Just come home, you have to promise me to come home.” you said.
Obi-wan looked at you, his face soft as he agreed, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on your lips for a few moments before pulling away.
You smiled, a bittersweet feeling swirling in you happily, after years of soft touches and hugs and knowing the feeling was there but never acting on it in fear of the council you got to kiss him, but in pain as this could very well be the first and last time you get to do it.
You and Obi-wan sat together in silence for the rest of the trip, you wanted to tell him everything you've been holding back for the last 12 years but you couldn't find the words so you relied on using the force and pushing your force signature on him. Using silent communication to express the admiration you had.
Obi-wan gripped you tightly as he embraced the feelings from you, his voice shuddering a breath deep from his chest.
“Me too love, me too.” he said quietly, as soon as the words spilled from his lips you felt the ship hit solid land. You squeezed your eyes shut as you raised Obi-wan's hand to your mouth, pressing a long kiss to it. Your fears and doubts bubbling over as you and Obi-wan crawled out of the closet, and kept close to the wall. Staying out of Padme's sight until you heard the hatch of the ship go down and saw her leave.
You and obi-wan moved closer so you can see them outside. The heat of this planet was unbearable already. The heat makes you sweat under your tunic as you watch the couple reunite.
You listened to Padme beg Anakin to leave, to go raise their child. but Anakin refused, saying his powers were the only way he could save Padme and together they could kill the chancellor and rule the galaxy together.
God, the sight made you uncomfortable as you watched Anakin Skywalker fade away in front of your eyes as he shed the skin of his former self revealing a power hungry psychopath.
You watched Padme back away in fear and you stepped forward, moving onto the ramp leading outside. You could hear Obi-wan curse before he followed you, but it didn't take long for Anakin to spot the two of you.
“I love you!” Padme begged, but Anakin's face contorted with rage.
“Liar!” he screamed, Padme gasped and looked behind her to see the two of you.
“No!” Padme shouted.
You and Obi-wan began to walk down the ramp, going slowly to try not to provoke Anakin anymore.
“You're with them!” Anakin shouted. “You brought them here to kill me.” he accused, raising his hand in front of him. You watched with shock as he began to force choke her, her feet lifting off the ground.
“Let her go, Anakin.” Obi-wan demanded, quickly descending down the stairs. You followed quickly behind him.
“Let her go!” you shouted. Anakin looked at you for a moment before releasing his grip on her, you shot forward and used the force to lay her on the ground so the baby wouldn't get harmed from the fall. You dropped to your knees and dragged her head into your lap, your hands fumbling for a pulse.
You sighed in relaise under the fluttering pulse under your fingertips.
“You turned her against me!” Anakin blamed, but obi-wan stood still and was calm. His anger wasn't like Anakins, his was a controlled storm, while the man across from him swirled like it destroyed everything in his path.
“You have done that yourself.” Obi-wan said, watching as Anakin shed away his cloak as he paced around. The only way you can describe Anakin's body language was feral and dangerous.
“You will not take her from me!”
“Your anger and lust for power have already done that.” Obi-wan shrugged off his cloak and began to walk around Anakin. You slowly reached for the lightsaber in your hand and unclipped it from your belt in case Anakin or Obi-wan got to close with their quickly approaching battle.
“You have allowed this dark lord to twist your mind, until now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.
“Don't lecture me Obi-wan.” Anakin warned. “I see through the lies of the Jedi, I do not fear the darkside as you do.” Anakin turned as he spoke and Obi-wan kneeled down and touched Padme's face. He looked at you, and you nodded back a silent gesture of saying the two of you were okay.
“I have brought peace, freedom, justice and security to my new empire!” Anakin announced as Obi-wan stood up. The two of you looked at him in shock at his words.
“You're a new empire?” Obi-wan asked in disbelief.
“Don't make me kill you.” Anakin warned.
“Anakin, our allegiance is to the republic, to democracy!” Obi-wan shouted.
“Anakin, we're not trying to be against you! But you're being irrational right now! We just want you safe! Padme wants you safe!” you explained. “Going down this path will do more harm than good, I know deep down you see that!” you begged, watching Anakin turn back to the two of you. “Look at what you're doing! Look at what you're doing to your wife and child, what you're doing to Obi-wan, to me. If We will not stand by your side and watch you destroy everything you cared about!” you spat, anger heavy on your tongue,
“If you're not with me, then you're my enemy.” he said, raising his hand again. You felt a tight pressure around your neck as you gasped, you glared at him as you quickly put up the mental barrier from Anakin. He dropped you after a moment, your hand coming up to your neck as you felt the blood rush under and feeling a bruise begin to form.
“Only a Sith deals in absolutes.” Obi-wan said, dread and anger lacing in his voice. “I will do as I must.”
The sound of lightsabers activating made you scoot yourself and Padme to a safer distance. Obi-wan stood tall with his saber at his side. The blue hue makes a stark contrast compared to the red and orange surroundings.
“You will try.” Anakin said, turning on his lightsaber.
The fight started before you could even blink, the two blue sabers clash against each other as they slowly backed away from you, moving into the building.
You took the chance to quickly pick up Padme and run her back into the ship, you quickly place Padme in the medbay before you run out to the head of the ship.
“C-3PO, please go watch over Padme.” you asked, as you quickly grabbed the coms and input the code to a former senator you once guarded and a friend of Padme and the Jedi as a whole.
“Senator Organa?” you called out, as you searched for a pair of Macrobinalurs. “Bail? This is Master y/n please make contact.” you said, as you pulled open a hatch and found a pair of macrobinoculars. You hovered it over your eyes and you could see a huge explosion of lava and part of the metal rig melt off into the river of lava you zoomed in closer as you saw flicks of blue. You swallowed back bile at the sight of the two men in such danger.
You heard the hologram crackle before Senator Organa appeared in front of you.
“Master y/n? Are you still there?” Bail called out, you looked away from the scene playing in front of you and looked at the hologram.
“Bail, you're the only person I can trust right now, and I know you're friends with Padme. Anakin Skywalker has turned to the darkside and choked her, she's still alive but…” you paused for a moment. “Something is off and I need to get her medical attention.”
“I'm in the outer rim, on a planet called Polis Massa. We have Master Yoda here as well and will be safe for you to come too, I'll send you the coordinates.” he said,
“Thank you, I'm waiting for Master Kenobi to finish his confrontation with Skywalker but we will be there as soon as we can.” You said, you turned off the comm before he could reply as you lifted the binoculars to your eyes again, but quickly cursed once you saw that both of the men were too far away from your sight.
You brought your knees to your chest on the pilot chair as you stared out the window, you wished you pushed harder to go fight Anakin with him, providing back up so Anakin didn't shove him in lava or stab him in the chest.
Anger was the emotion you were expecting the least as you waited for Obi-wan, you were angry over someone trying to kill you, losing fellow jedi, losing Anakin, and possibly Obi-wan now. You tried to meditate to relieve yourself from the simmering anger, you were scared now if you were being honest, Anakin fell so quickly to the dark side. You were afraid if you even acknowledged the emotions you felt now you would suddenly become a sith.
“Trust in the force.” you murmed to yourself, then embraced the feeling. You knew the force wouldn't hurt you, being intune with it since you were a child it felt like home after a long mission, it felt safe.
And that was all you can ask for at this time.
An hour had passed since then, if Obi-wan had died you aren't sure how long you would wait before you left, the thought alone had made you stand up and walk down the ramp. You knew Obi-wan's cloak was still on the ground and all you wanted was to hold something of him. Your own cloak was off including your tunic, the heat was insufferable but when you see the brown fabric rumpled on the ramp you slid it on without a second thought.
You crossed your arms over each other as you watched the lava down below, the hissing of magma was the sound you heard for a long time.
Until, you his R2-D2 beep excitedly, you turned around quickly and froze.
Obi-wan appeared from the hall, covered soot and clothes filled with burn holes, but he seemed rather unharmed. He froze when he saw you standing there, his eyes tired and bloodshot.
“Anakin..is he..?” you asked quietly, Obi-wan looked down and you saw his body began to shake. You ran forward and slammed your bodys together, both of you gripping each other like a lifeline. You could feel tears drip down your neck from where Obi-wan had burrowed his face. Your face tucked into the crook of his neck, positive your tears were dripping onto him. Your hand sprawled over the expanse of his back while his hand was embedded in your hair. You would do anything to forget how hard his hands trembled that moment.
Your heart ached for Anakin, for the boy you saw as a brother or even a son but your heart also ached for Padme and Obi-wan.
“Are you injured?” you asked, your voice cracking as you placed a gentle hand on his face. The hair of his beard tickles the skin of your fingers as you turn his face at different angles searching for damage.
“No, I'm okay.” he murmured, his blue orbs scanning over you as well. You pushed the sweat slicked hair away from his eyes so he can see better. His eyes landed on the dark bruise on your neck, his hand came to graze over the abused skin.
“Master y/n, Master Kenobi.” C-3PO called out from the ramp, you turned around as looked at the droid. “Let's hurry and leave this dreadful place.”
You and Obi-wan walked onboard the ship, R2D2 following closely behind as the ramp closed behind you. You walked Obi-wan to where Padme was, leaning on the door frame as you watched him put a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him.
“Obi-wan? Is Anakin alright?”
He placed his hand on her cheek as her eyes closed again, he looked over at you in worry.
“I contacted Senator Organa while you were gone, he's on Polis Massa with Yoda. we're going to take her there for a check up and to figure out what we're doing next.” you explained, holding out your hand. He sighed as he grabbed your hand, allowing you to guide him to the passenger seat as you planted yourself into the pilot seat, flicking on controls and imputing the coordinates you were sent, eager to leave this planet as fast as you can.
As you flew the ship out of the atmosphere you could see Obi-wan cover his face, you frowned before you went into hyperdrive, allowing the plane to do the work for a moment. You turned the chair you were in until it looked at the tired man head on.
“What happened out there?” you asked, although you didn't want to know. But knowing Obi-wan, he would let this sit for years and you couldn't let that happen.
“I-” he began before he sighed, looking over to you.
You were confused on why he went silent before you flinched back in your seat, visions of fire and lava flashing in your eyes, you saw Anakin and Obi-wan fighting on the river as clashes of lightsabers echoed in your ears. the vision shifted to seeing Anakin's legs getting cut off and his screams of pain rattled in your brain.
“I Hate you!” Anakin bellowed, Obi-wan's face was twisted in anguish.
“You were my brother Anakin, I loved you!”
The last thing you saw before Obi-wan cut off the connection was Anakin's body burning alive as he kneeled down and grabbed his little brother's lightsaber.
Once the vision was gone you let out the breath you were holding as you looked back at obi-wan, you hand shot forward and gripped his tight to ground yourself to the present.
“I'm sorry,” he apologized. “I just couldn't say the words.”
“No” you said after a minute of calming down. “Don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just startling to see.” you swallowed before you spoke again. “You kept his lightsaber?”
Obi-wan nodded before pulling out the weapon and carefully handing it to you, your fingers grazed the handle and just held it for a moment before giving it back to Obi-wan.
A beeping made you jump, realizing you made it to your destination, you looked over at C3-PO and asked him to land the ship.
You stood up and walked to the small area you had taken off your tunic earlier, you grabbed the dark brown tunic and slid it on. Your hand wrapping and tying the material quickly after years of practice before you went back to meet up with Obi-wan.
You let Obi-wan grab Padme as you walk down the ramp greeting Bail, obi-wan close behind you as the senator leads you to the medical center.
~~~~~
You, Obi-wan, Yoda, bail, C3-PO, and R2D2, watched Padme's unconscious form as the medical droid scanned her. Your hand gripping Obi-wan's hand as you watched in silence. It only took the droids a few minutes before one appeared from the door.
“Medically, she's completely healthy.” the droid said, you sighed in relief. “But for reasons we can't explain, we are losing her.” He finished, you looked at him in shock.
“She's dying?” Obi-wan said in shock.
“We don't know why, she has lost the will to live and we need to operate quickly if we are to save the babies.”
You and obi-wan halted at that, your grip in his hand going loose as you looked at the droid in surprise.
“Babies?” you said.
“She's carrying twins.” the droid confirmed.
Obi-wan moved away from your touch as he moved closer to the glass pane, watching padme closely as he stroked his beard. A habit youve seen from him many times in the last few years.
So you waited until she woke up, you and Obi-wan rushing into the room and joining her on each side of Padme's head. Her sobbing and whimpering echoed around the room, the sound making you wince as the first baby was delivered. The sound of a baby crying quickly filled the air as the baby was handed off to Obi-wan, who held the baby with such care as he leaned down and showed his face to his mother.
“Luke.” she said softly, her voice weak and quiet for a few moments before she grunted, her voice horse from screams. You watched as tears pooled in the corner of her eyes. Reaching forward you dabbed away the tears.
“You got this Padme, just keep breathing.” you murmured, your voice soft as she gripped your hand. The sound of the second baby's cries appeared once more as the robot said something you didn't understand.
“It's a girl.” Obi-wan announced as the droid handed you the little girl, you kneeled down and showed her face to the woman.
“Leia” Padme sighed.
You smiled at the name.
“It's beautiful, both of them are.” you said.
Padme began to breathe heavily, as if she was struggling to get air into her lungs. You and obi-wan shared a concerned glance.
“Obi-wan, y/n?” Padme gasped and you nodded, shifting Leia into one arm as you grabbed her hand again.
“There's good in him…I know-I know there's still-” Padme started out before she stopped talking and the hand in your hand went limp. Your teeth clamped down on your lip as tears welled in your eyes once again and as if the two small babies in you and obi-wans arms knew, they both began to cry.
~~~~~~
Inside one of the meeting rooms of Building in Naboo. You, Obi-wan, Bail, and Yoda sat at a large table. You had your arms crossed tightly around your body as you sat next to Obi-wan, his hand rested on his chin as he stared blankly at the table in front of him.
“Hidden, safe the children must be kept.” Yoda said solemnly.
“We must take them somewhere where the sith won't sense their presence.” Obi-wan said.
Yoda hummed in thought.
“Split up, they should be.” Yoda decided.
You looked up, about to open your mouth to protest but it quickly died on your tongue. Keeping them together would give away more attention. and if one of them ends up to be force sensitive it would make matters worse.
“My wife and I will take the girl,” Basil said, “We've always talked about adopting a baby girl.” he said, a soft simile spreading on his face. “She will be loved with us.”
“And what of the boy?” you asked, yoda turned to you.
“To tatooine. His family send him.” Yoda said.
Obi-wan was silent for a moment before he spoke.
“I will take the child and watch over him.”
You looked over in shock, slightly offended at him leaving you out.
“No,” you said sternly. All three men looked at you. “We,” you said with emphasis. “We will take the child and watch over him.” you said, avoiding Obi-wan's gaze.
Yoda just nodded.
“Until the time is right, disappear we will.” he said as you all stood up and bowed.
You walked out, only stopping for a moment when Yoda called to Obi-wan to hang back. Giving them their space you waited out in the hall, you kept your eyes on the floor until you saw Basil walk out, with baby Leia in his arms.
He walked up to you and gave you a kind smile.
“Can I?” you asked, pointing to the baby. Basil chuckled and placed the baby in your arms.
You stared into her eyes as she gurgled and cooed at you and you let out a wet laugh.
“It's disturbing how much you look like your mother already little one,” you said softly, your hand rubbing at the soft skin of her head. “You are going to a great family, but I need you to promise one thing.” you whispered to the baby, not noticing Obi-wan step out of the room.
“Be kind and intelligent like your mother,” you said, your voice getting choked up. “And be loyal and passionate like your father was.”
“And most importantly,” you whispered into her ear. “Never be apologetic for who you are, wear your flaws and strengths with pride.”
You didnt care what anyone told you, after everything you've been through with Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala, those two little kids freshly embraced by the world will always be your niece and nephew in your heart.
You kissed Leia's head before you handed her back to Bail, wiping your tears away as you looked at the senator.
“Safe travels, senator Organa.” you said softly, holding out your hand. Bail smiled and gripped your hand tight and shook it.
“You as well, Master.” he said before he turned to Obi-wan who simply shook his hand. You leaned back against the wall as Obi-wan looked at you. You didn't lean away when he raised his hand to wipe away the wetness on your cheeks,
“Why are you coming with me? You don't deserve a life like that.” he said, concern and guilt evident in his voice
“Either way Obi-wan, I'm going to be hunted,” you said bluntly. “I'm doing it for those two babies so they are safe from the empire, but i'm doing it for us too so we can be together because we deserve each other.” you whispered hoarsely, your brows furrowed as you placed a hand on his chest. “I don't care where it takes me, I'll be okay as long as we do it together.”
Obi-wan watched you with soft eyes before he nodded.
“For them.” Obi-wan said, placing a hand over the one you rested on his chest.
You squeezed his hand tightly.
“For us.” you smiled sadly.
~~~~~~~
The heat on Tatooine was much better compared to Mustafar but it still had you sweating under your robes as you watched the sunset in front of you. The two suns give the dry earth around you a pink hue as Obi-wan gave baby Luke to Owen and Beru Lars.
You watched the younger woman gently cradle Luke as she ran over to her husband, the two of them admiring the sunset and their new family member.
Obi-wan turned to look from where you sat on the Eopie, he looked naked with the lightsaber he used for so long no longer strapped to his side. Your hand grazed your own side and longed for your own saber as well. You and Obi-wan decided to bury your lightsabers in the sand with Anakins, a sad symbol of the end of a life you once knew.
You knew deep down a lightsaber didn't determine if you were a Jedi or not, you knew you were and Your trust in the force and the light side would guide you along the way.
Cold metal resting on your finger reminded you of a new symbol, of something new and safe as Obi-wan grabbed your hand. You smiled at the ring on his hand pressing into your wrist as you hauled him up on the large animal.
Exile did suck but knowing you were with someone you loved made the sacrifices tolerable
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