summary: a recount of every time obi-wan kenobi fell in love with you and every time one of you left. - a.k.a “the one where your relationship is like a revolving door”
warnings: age gap, mentions of death
reviving this series from 2+ years ago - w some parts edited/rewritten - because i lost direction with it but the new kenobi series has made me fall back in love with him and also this. still tho, no spoilers in this. enjoy xx
-jazz
Obi-Wan Kenobi could have sworn that he was cursed with the most difficult Padawans.
Okay– technically speaking, you weren’t his Padawan. you’d lost your own master in a battle not so long ago and Obi-Wan had been tasked with seeing you through the final months before your Jedi trials. Initially, it was something that had seemed like a simple task. he’d dealt with Anakin for so long that you couldn’t have possibly been any worse, right?
Wrong.
Obi-Wan would quickly come to learn that Anakin Skywalker had nothing on you. He could tell from the minute he saw you, nonchalantly lounging in an empty council chair with your lightsaber dangling between your fingers and a blasé look of disinterest on your features. It was the sort of expression one might have if they were getting an unwarranted lecture from their parents – and with the way Yoda was going, it was a similar scenario.
At twenty-one years old, you were in no position to have such a demeanour when an ages-old Jedi Master was trying to talk to you. Obi-Wan was almost scared for you – and then your eyes met across the room, and he realised he was the one to be blessed with your difficult presence for the next few months. After that, he was scared for himself.
It was rightfully so, too. It became quickly evident that you had a sharp tongue and your wits about you; every question he offered, every conversation starter he threw out there was met with a backhanded comment or a dry quip.
Your first conversation was enough to knock him for six. he’d half-expected you to be a blubbering mess, a young girl heartbroken by the loss of her master. Instead, you were almost dismissive; a casually unconcerned Padawan with a cynical tone and a mischievous glint in your eye.
“So,” Obi-Wan cleared his throat, eyes watching Coruscant blur past you as the lift took you to the top floor. “What do you think of the Temple?”
“I mean…it sure is a temple,” you glanced back at him, thinning your eyes with undue suspicion. “I don’t really have many feelings about architecture. It’s just bricks and shit, right?”
He blinked in surprise, almost faltering from his strong stance. "Some people get overwhelmed the first time they’re here.”
“I’m not overwhelmed,” you shrugged casually. "I’m not underwhelmed either. I’m just sort of…whelmed.”
The first ten years of your training – give or take – had been at a smaller Jedi base, much, much further away in the Outer Rims. The village in which it was situated was about a tenth the size of Coruscant and worlds away from the bustling, energetic city. He remembered being a wide-eyed Padawan when he’d first arrived here and yet, you didn’t seem phased. You had a calm manner about you, something for which he had not been prepared. You weren’t acting like a Padawan who had just lost her master, nor one who had been torn from her home and thrown into an urban jungle.
“I’m sorry to hear about Gio’s passing,” Obi-Wan cleared his throat, making a last-ditch attempt to break the thick, awkward silence that had filled the elevator. Had it always been this slow?
“Eh,” you shrugged again.
Had…Had you just responded to the subject of your dead master by saying eh?
(That moment could be marked as the first time that you actually managed to shock the poor man into silence. Soon enough, it was a regular occurrence).
“I…” Obi-Wan trailed off, pausing for a moment to regain himself. “Gio was a good friend of mine. He was a good man, a good Jedi-”
“- yeahhhhhh,” you cut him off. “He was kind of a dick though.”
The elevator finally came to a stop and you stepped out, breezing down the hallway and leaving Obi-Wan to simply stare at your strolling form in shock. He cleared his throat and regathered himself (for the fourth time in ten minutes), rushing out of the lift just as the doors were about to shut on him.
That’s how things often went between you two over the next few months. he’d try and say something - usually, something completely normal, like a genuine question or an observation - and you would shoot back with something that could knock him off his feet. Just as Obi-Wan thought he was getting the hang of…well, of you, you’d turn it up a notch.
But you more than just a girl with a sharp tongue - he knew that when he met you, and he knew it even more as the days and weeks passed. You were smart, deceptive in an assuming way. You could draw people in with your young appearance and sweet smile, and then you’d slaughter them in the same way a cheetah did to a hyena. You had the presence of an intergalactic spy more than a Jedi, and the lightsaber moves to go with it.
There was one incident in particular that stuck with Obi-Wan. It was two months after you’d begun to bless him with your presence and you were in a training session. Anakin, a bright-eyed seventeen-year-old, was sat on the sidelines watching you twirl your lightsaber with the sort of grace one might expect from an ageing master, not a Padawan.
“Did your master teach you that?” Obi-Wan paused for a moment, pushing back a few strewn, strawberry strands of hair. He was red in the face, almost keeling over from your endless stamina and quick moves.
“No,” you shook your head, a sly grin working its way onto your face. “Itaught me that."
"Let’s go again,” he announced. "And this time, stick to moves that I"ve taught you.”
“Why?”you thinned your eyes at him. “Scared that you’lll lose?”
“If you spent more time on your fighting than you did try to be smart, you would have passed the trials by now,” he shot back. He was trying to get a rise out of you - he often did. It was his way of sparking your drive.
“Oh, you didnot just say that.”
You raised your own lightsaber launching yourself forward to swing a hit at him. Obi-Wan easily blocked it, the blue of his blade forming purple smacks as it hit your red one. You drew back, going to swing underneath his legs; he jumped, narrowly avoiding the hit.
“Just admit it!” you continued to thwack and hit, circling around the mat in the gym. “I’m ready for the trials, Kenobi.”
“That’sMaster-”
“- you’re not my Master,” You reminded him, dodging backwards to avoid a hit in a weird, limbo style move. “Gio was my master, and he’s dead, remember?”
You appeared to have zero grievances about your late master. Obi-Wan had never caught you mourning, or even shedding a tear over him. Of all the things he didn’t understand about you, that one seemed to take the cake. It had been eight years since he’d lost his own master and he still struggled with Qui-Gon’s passing - and here you were, more than happy to throw out the name of your deceased Jedi Knight like it was a curse word.
That was when Obi-Wan realised what your play was. you’d make a comment so blasphemous, so shocking, that he’d have no choice but to reel back in horror - and that was when you’d take your hit. Like I said - deceptive in an unassuming way.
Waiting for him to pause at your words, you used the Force to pull his lightsaber with your hands. A celebratory grin appeared on your face as you raised the weapon in the air, shutting it down as you juggled it with your own.
The moment wasn’t particularly different to anything you’d done before; you’d made a comment and won a lightsaber duel. That was pretty much a Tuesday for Obi-Wan - but this one stood out for a particular reason.
That was the first time he realised how beautiful you were.
You were stood directly under the stream of light from the window, the golden evening glow lighting up your face as you did an odd little victory dance. He could quite literallyfeelyour elatedness through the Force - which was odd, because you didn’t have a Force connection and you were good at blocking other nosy Jedi - and it had uplifted him too.
Then, you tossed Obi-Wan’s lightsaber back to him as quick as you’d swiped it, giving him a slight wink.
It wasn’t much, but it was the first sign of trouble.
The next incident came at the five-month mark. By that point, both him and Anakin had become accustomed to your presence. Obi-Wan was alittleconcerned of your rebellious influence over his young Padawan but if anything, you were simply like an older sibling. The teenager seemed to idolize you and he actually listened to you.
And you weren’t just developing a relationship with Anakin; naturally, you’d become closer with Obi-Wan. He liked to think that you were friends or at the very least, two people who mutually respected each other. You hardly listened to him but he’d known from the second that you weren’t huge on taking orders. At first, it was a mystery as to how you’d even lasted that long - but then it became clear.
You were strong with the Force. In fact, you seemed to understand it in a way that no-one else did. You were hardly an expert in using it but you were so sure of yourself and so certain in what you wanted that you could bend it and shape it to your desire. You could use it to fetch faraway items in the same way that you could use it to block other people from using it to understand how you were feeling.
But Obi-Wan saw through you. The whole world could tell, because you slammed doors and stomped your feet but he was the only one who could sense that was something was deeply off. You put up a good fight - an impressive barricade of fake Force emotions and even phonier smiles - but he knew when you weren’t genuine. Your sarcastic quips didn’t come with that glint in your eyes, and you hadn’t insulted him all day.
Thatwas how he ended up outside your door; Obi-Wan didn’t mean to worry about you so much, but it felt only natural. He was concerned for you in the same way he was for Anakin. Except, maybe- just maybe - it was a little deeper than that but if he could half-convince himself of it, hopefully you’d believe it too.
He only had to knock once before you opened the door to your quarters. Your eyes were slightly bleary; you hadn’t been crying, but it looked as though you were about to be pushed over the edge.
“I know that something was off with you today,” Obi-Wan didn’t bother with a greeting.
“I’mfine,”you shook your head. "It’s late. Shouldn’t old people like you be asleep?”
He thinned his eyes at you. “It doesn’t do well to bottle up your feelings."
"How do you know what I’m feeling?” you shot back. Turning on your heel, you spun around to head back into your room. Obi-Wan was hesitant to follow at first, but he took the open-ended statement as an invitation.
He hadn’t been in your room before, but somehow it was exactly as he’d expected it to be. The place was tidy-but-cluttered; your bed was made and your books were organised, but there were robes and random knick-knacks stacked and strewn everywhere. He didn’t understand how you could have possibly used the space to meditate and relax - but you didn’t seem like the sort of person who did either of those things.
“So?”
“So what?”
“So how do you know what I’m feeling?” you took a seat at the foot of your bed, folding your arms across your chest.
“When you’ve been a Jedi as long as I have, sensing other people’s emotions simply becomes second nature,” Obi-Wan replied. “Especially in your...Padawans.”
“Okay - two things,” you jabbed your finger at him. “Firstly, I am not your Padawan. Secondly, I don’t spend twenty minutes each morning trying to put a Force blockade for you to pretend to know what I’m feeling.”
“There’s no blockade,” he shook his head. “There can’t be, not if I can tell that you’re anxious and you’re scared-”
“- there is,” you cut him off. "I might have not passed the Knight trials yet but blocking people from feeling my emotions was like….chapter one of the Jedi texts.”
There was always the possibility that your attempts at doing so had simply fallen flat, but you were right in saying it was a basic Jedi trick. It was a simple device, something that he’d mastered himself by the time he was eighteen. That left only one option, and it was one that he didn’t like.
Obi-Wan could see through your facade, through your attempts to hinder people from feeling your sentiments. He could feel your emotions as though were his own, as if he could understand them in a way that no-one else could. You weren’t making yourself vulnerable to him, not intentionally. There was only one possible explanation for it.
It was the beginning of a Force connection - one that neither of you had ever intended to forge.
He couldn’t tell you that. He’d have to explain why, but he wasn’t entirely sure what it meant. It certainly wasn’t one of a Padawan and her master; that would have taken much longer. It was also worlds away from any kind of connection that friends would have - and that’s what the pair of you were, no?
So Obi-Wan gave you a fake smile. He agreed with you, pretending to admit that yes, he was pretending to feel your emotions. He didn’t admit that he felt everything you were experiencing; he didn’t tell you that he could sense every fleeting thought and every transient connection…
…Including the one where you suspected you might have felt something too.
But, you and Obi-Wan were nothing if not good at pretending you were hiding your feelings. He left your room that night and neither of you ever mentioned it again, even though you both knew what it was. What had started as a simple admiration for the other had begun to grow into something beyond either of your control.
It was easy at first to pretend that you falling for the Jedi; sliding closer and closer down the slippery slope of unrequited feelings with each passing day. Every smile that you exchanged and every glint of mischief that Obi-Wan sensed whenever you made a sarcastic quip was passed off as normal; nobody else could tell what was going on - and thank fuck, because then you’d both be truly screwed.
It was eight months in that the cracks in your guise began to show. You were on a mission - nothing particularly dangerous or out of the ordinary. Having been assigned to take down some particularly nasty and rebellious bounty hunters, you, Obi-Wan and Anakin felt a little over-qualified for the job but it was all the more reason to do it. You were desperate to prove yourself, to finally be awarded knighthood.
Perhaps it was that cockiness that lead you to slip up. You ended up with a knife in your shoulder, dangerously close to your chest; it was bad, but not so bad that you were going to lifelessly flail to the ground, or die on the jet home. With some bacta-spray and a few stitches, you were going to be fiiiiine.
Obi-Wan didn’t see it that way though. Oh, he did not see it that way at all; the Jedi knight blew his lid in a way that shocked even Anakin, and that was truly saying something when you considered his Padawan’s reckless nature. He yelled - he shouted and he ranted and he nagged until his throat was raw and his face red.
“How could you do something so stupid? I almost - we almost lost you. Do you want to be a Jedi knight? Because you can’t do that if you’re dead, and you certainly won’t pass the trials if you blindly run towards danger like that.”
You weren’t an idiot - and it didn’t take one to know that Obi-Wan’s outburst wasn’t about the trials. It wasn’t about you being reckless; it was far from it. It was the fact he could have lost you, and even though you’d only been in his life for the better part of eight months, he’d never become attached so fast. You’d made him do the one thing he’d always sworn not to and the worst part was that you weren’t even trying.
You were just there, simply existing - and apparently, it was enough to drive him insane.
Then, you’d been there ten months. You’d been prancing about Obi-Wan Kenobi’s life with your beautiful stature and stupid comments for the better part of three hundred days (not that he was counting). Your repressed feelings for one another were simply a fact of life; something you both acknowledged to yourselves but would never, ever admit. You couldn’t and you wouldn’t - or so you told yourself.
It was common for Jedi to accompany politicians on diplomatic missions; you were to act as a bodyguard of sorts and keep an eye out for any danger. You and Obi-Wan had been assigned to keep an eye on a ball in Naboo.
It was a beautiful planet; bustling and peaceful, energetic and calming all at once. The weather was beautiful and it was one of the missions that made your job feel worth it. Everything had gone to plan and you’d even retired early for the night, taking to the balcony of your luxurious hotel room to admire the view.
The sky was tinged pink, bleeding into the remaining blue of the evening as the day faded out into night. There was a slight chill in the warm air, a welcome contrast to the otherwise stuffy atmosphere that had been shrouding the planet during the day.
You heard your hotel room door open - you didn’t need to turn around to see who it was. You could sense Obi-Wan from the other side of the galaxy if you had tried, let alone ten metres away. He had a calm presence, one of a weathered and levelled Jedi who probably meditated a lot. Neither part of that statement was something you could relate to.
“Nice view, right?” you kept your back to him, arms gently dangling over the rails of the balcony.
“It certainly one of the more beautiful parts of the galaxy,” Obi-Wan replied. A moment later, you saw him mimic your position out the corner of your eye.
"What brings you to my neck of the woods?” you asked, tilting your head to face him.
He knew what he wanted to say: I can feel everything that you’re experiencing and I know that you’re sad, but this is the best planet in the galaxy and I can’t work out why.
But because of the slight not-admitting-your-feelings pickle, Obi-Wan settled for a simple “you looked sad today.”
He’d half been expecting an insult; a fuck off, you nosy Jedi or a go back to whatever planet you came from, mullet head. He had never in a million years thought that you would entertain his question, let alone open up to him.
“I used to come here with Gio,” you continued to stare out into the distance. "He worked with the Queen a lot and more often than not, we’d be assigned this exact sort of job. It was kind of our place.”
That was the first sign you’d shown of missing your master. Maker, of course you missed him - you’d spent the better part of your almost-twenty-two years with him. He was an asshole in every sense of the word but he’d been like a brother to you. It also confirmed to Obi-Wan that you were probablya human being and not a sarcastic, person-like droid, something which came of a relief to him.
“I slag the man off to no end but I loved him,” you continued. "He was the only family I had, the only connection to an identity beyond being a Padawan.”
“I felt the same when I lost Qui-Gon,” Obi-Wan reached across, gently resting his hand on top of yours. “I felt lost without his guidance, as though the world were suddenly a lot bigger. A lot darker.”
“Gio always seemed to know what to do,” you fondly smiled. "He definitely didn’t know everything but he was good at acting like it.”
“Perhaps that’s where youget it from,” he nudged you slightly with his elbow.
"If I turn out half as good a Jedi as him, then I’m happy,” you replied.
"You are a brilliant Jedi, farmore than half as good as Gio,” Obi-Wan gave your hand a light squeeze. "A little reckless, yes, but you have all the makings of a brilliant warrior.”
“Is this the part where you tell me it’s because of your training over the last ten months?” you fully rotated your body around to face him, a teasing smile on your face.
“Isuppose that might have helped,” he beamed back at you. "It’s not been an easy situation for either of us. I’ve got my hands tied up with Anakin and you lost your master at the worst time.”
“It"s not been that bad though, surely?” you scrunched up your nose. “I’d love to have me, I’m pretty fucking cool.”
“You are.”
“Say it,” you flipped your hand over underneath his, intertwining your fingers. "I’ve never heard you swear before.”
“Say what?”
“That I’m pretty fucking cool.”
Obi-Wan bit his lip for a moment - but then he smiled. “You’re pretty fucking cool.”
It was hardly the most romantic set-up for your first kiss but as the words left his lips, you felt something click. You were miles out from the temple - miles out from all your troubles. At that moment, with the way he was smiling at you, blue eyes distant caught under the pink of the evening and fingers intertwined, it felt like you were the only two people in the galaxy.
Obi-Wan"s lips were soft, welcoming and warm like a mellow summer’s day. Your bodies slotted together perfectly, his hands on your hips and yours on his neck as though whoever had created the galaxy had crafted them just for each other. It stole the air from your lungs and nothing else - not a single person, not a single issue or single rule - mattered. It was him and only him.
That was when he finally admitted to himself that he was in love with you. It wasn’t in a simple way either; it was deep and it was true and there was no letting go.
And letting go would be something both of you struggled with every time the galaxy seemed to want to rip the two of you apart.
Plot: It has been four months since the last time Obi-Wan and Y/n saw each other. Reunited on a strange planet, they learn that their feelings for one another still remain. While stranded together, the time apart seems to have only made it harder for them to resist their hidden desires.
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x GN!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of fighting, violence, blood (not graphic). Not really a warning, but this is a bit of a slow-burn part, but I still hope you like it.
As you stirred the tea in your mug, you stared out the window of your shelter. It was quiet, as usual, with no people for miles. It was just you out here, by yourself, surrounded by trees and mountains.
You had begun to get used to it, but sometimes you still yearned for company. Specifically that of Obi-Wan. You often fondly remembered the long conversations you had together, and how easy it was to talk to him.
You thought you would think of him less, the longer you were apart, but you were wrong. You often thought back on that day when you went on your last mission together. How close you got to breaking the rules. You could still remember the feel of his face brushing against yours, his lips pressed against your skin.
Letting your mind wander even more, you thought back to the day you left the resistance base, four months ago. Yoda had given you this mission, to be a Jedi spy out in the distant system. You couldn’t refuse him, even if he did not give you a reason for sending you off alone.
As you were packing up your things, Anakin and Obi-Wan came to see you off. When you had a moment alone with Obi-Wan, he expressed his concerns.
“Do you not think me ready?” You asked, somewhat offended.
He sighed and shook his head. “I think you more than qualified. It’s just-” He didn’t finish, but instead turned and stared off in the distance.
You spoke softly, daring to ask. “Is it that you will miss me?”
When he turned to you, you had a soft, almost playful smile on your face. A soft smile spread across his own face as well, as he nodded once. “Yes Y/n, I will miss you.” Turning and taking a step closer he peered into your eyes. “I also worry for you, out there on your own.”
You looked down at your feet. “Yes. It’s odd to think of being so alone. Especially after being here with everyone.”
“I only hope your mission does not keep you away long.”
Looking back up at him, you caught something in his gaze that he seemed to quickly hide. You smiled and nodded. “I hope so too.” Turning, you looked at the ship, as the pilot waved to you, signalling he was ready.
“It’s time.” You said softly, before turning back to him.
You were surprised when he suddenly took your hand in his. You felt him press something into your palm, closing your fist around it.
“Do not forget who you are Y/n.” Then he continued, with an even quieter voice “And do not forget to come back to me.” He smiled softly at you, an almost melancholy smile, before he released your hand and stepped back.
You hesitated for a moment, before you turned and walked to the ship. As you boarded, you turned once more, to see Anakin and the others waving you off. Opening your hand, you looked at the object Obi-Wan had given you, and you felt your chest tighten. It was a pendant, for a neck chain, the symbol of the Jedi order. You knew it was risky for him to give you something like this, especially when going off as spy. But you would keep it safe, to remind you of who you were, and where you belonged.
Looking up, you locked eyes with Obi-Wan one last time as the doors closed, you felt your gut clench as you wondered how long it would be before you saw him again.
Getting up from the table, you walked over to the corner of the room, uncovering a trunk. Opening it you reached in, pulling out a small box. Opening it, you pulled out the pendant that Obi-Wan had given you, which you now had on a chain.
You smiled to yourself as you ran your fingers over it. You let out a long sigh, as homesickness washed over you. The Clone Wars seems to be coming to a head, and you were stuck out here, when you should be with the resistance. You felt restless, useless.
Suddenly, your window was blown in by a weapons blast, causing you to throw yourself to the floor. You grabbed your nearby blaster as you waited, heart pounding.
“Come out Jedi scum!” You heard a metallic voice ring out.
‘Droids?’You cursed under your breath as you realized your cover was blown. Someone in the town must have recognized you last time you went. Looking at the still open trunk, you saw your cloaks and light-saber. Grabbing them, and a subspace transceiver, you ran out the back door.
As you ran through the woods, you heard the droid voices nearby, followed by more blasting into shelter you had called home over the last four months.
Hiding behind a large tree you began to send a message to the resistance base. Telling them your cover was blown, and you were on the run. You were unsure of when they would get the message, or how long you would be on your own.
As a tree beside you was suddenly blown apart, you ducked before continuing to run further into the woods, aware you were now being chased.
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Obi-Wan listened to your message, as it played throughout the room. Your voice was hushed and panicked, in the background he could hear the clear sound of weapons fire. The rest of the council shared concerned looks as Yoda carefully watched Obi-Wan.
“I shall go.” Obi-Wan said with a resolute look at Master Yoda.
Yoda hummed to himself as he studied Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan knew why he was somewhat resistant to the thought, but he would not back down.
Surprisingly, he did not question Obi-Wan, or resist, but nodded his head. “Yes, go you shall. Find Y/n, you will. And return soon.”
Obi-Wan nodded in thanks, before bowing lightly and turning to leave. His thoughts raced as he hurried to his jet. Your message was hours old, and it would take him much longer than he’d like to get to the planet. He hoped you had not been captured, or killed.
'Hold out Y/n. For me. I’m coming.’ He thought deeply to himself, part of him reaching out with the force, hoping that somehow, you could hear him.
What he found when he arrived at the coordinates of your shelter caused his chest to clench. Your shelter had been completely destroyed, and there was no sign of you.
Following the tracks he could find entering the forest, he knew you had been followed by a small army of droids. Along the path, he discovered multiple droid bodies, clearly cut down by your saber.
Eventually, the woods grew thicker and dark, as the evening fog began to descend on him. Looking down into a distant valley, he spotted the group of droids looking or you.
Feeling a nearby presence, he pulled out his saber. Looking into the dense forest, he saw movement through the fog. He knew not if it was you, a native, or a droid. Slowly, he creeped into the fog, attempting to follow the figure.
As he rounded a small rock mound, he noted the empty clearing. Feeling movement behind him, he swung around, unleashing his saber, only for it to clash with another’s.
“Obi-Wan” Your voice rang out, full of surprise and relief.
Obi-Wan let out a breath as he saw you, quickly redrawing his saber. Putting your own away, you looked at him breathlessly. “You came.”
“Of course I did.”
He saw an odd look in your eyes, as if there was something you wanted to say. Clearing your throat a bit you stepped a bit closer. “Please tell me you have a ship nearby.”
He nodded, “Yes, we should go quickly.” His gaze washed over you and he hesitated when he saw your side covered in blood.
Seeing where his gaze was drawn, you looked down at our bloodied clothes. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” You said with a soft laugh.
Turning, he looked around, seeing a small cave nearby. “Come, in here, let me take a look.”
Watching him walk away, you felt your heart pounding heavily. Taking a deep breath you followed him. “Did Anakin not come as well? You two are usually inseparable.”
Obi-Wan looked back at you and smiled softly. “He was busy.”
Looking around the small cave, you hoped it was not the home to any creatures. You jumped slightly when you felt Obi-Wan suddenly touch your side.
“Sorry.” He said softly as he tugged at your shirt. “You are right, it’s not as bad as it looks, but you’ve been running with this wound, and you’ve lost a concerning amount of blood.” Looking out of the cave, you saw him considering what to do. “The ship is a bit too far I think. And the droids are in the opposite direction. I think we should stay here for the night.”
You looked out at the darkening forest and sighed. “You are probably right. I’ve come across some nasty creatures that prowl this forest at night.” As you spoke, you stretched out your arm, revealing a long scar along your forearm.
Obi-Wan grabbed your wrist, looking at the scar. He felt his gut clench lightly at the thought of what you had to deal with our here. He met our eyes. “I hope this is the only scar you’ve received out here.”
You shrugged your head a bit, suggesting there were more. You saw him frown slightly before he walked into the cave, looking around. You watched him for a moment as you let out a long breath.
Butterflies were erupting through your stomach, and you silently cursed them, having hoped maybe you could have repressed some of your feelings while while gone.
As darkness descended, you sat against the cold cave wall watching silently as Obi-Wan stood just outside the cave, listening and watching. In the distance you heard a long animalistic howl and you shivered. Recognizing the call of the animal that had almost taken your life a month earlier.
As Obi-Wan walked back into the cave he watched you closely. “The droid army is far away from us, we are safe.”
Sitting down across from you, he looked you over. Your hair had grown, and you looked worn out. His eyes stopped on your neck, as he spotted the Jedi pendant. He felt his heart palpitate and his neck grow hot. Clearing his throat, you looked over at him.
“Are things as bad as I hear? I haven’t been able to get any confirmation, only whispers from the people in town.”
“They are certainly not as good as I would like.”
“And things are only going to get worse, aren’t they?”
“I’m afraid so.”
You nodded your head as you looked out at the dark forest. “I felt useless out here.” You admitted.
“You are not useless, and you never have been. I have heard of the information you have gathered. Information that has helped the resistance considerably.”
You fiddled with your hands. “Did Master Yoda ever reveal why he sent me out here? Did I do something wrong? Did he not trust me to be with the resistance?”
Obi-Wan felt his guilt and dejection wash over him. “It was not that he did not trust you Y/n. It was that he did not trust me.”
You looked up at him, “What do you mean?”
As he stared at you silently, contemplating, you felt your ears grow hot as your mind began to race. Slowly, Obi-Wan spoke, his voice hesitant. “He could sense the conflict within me. My feelings for you. He was afraid it would effect my judgment.”
Your heart was pounding heavily in your chest. “So he sent me away?”
Obi-Wan looked down at his feet. “Yes. I am sorry.”
“I understand.” Obi-Wan looked at you inquisitively. “If he could feel the conflict within you, surely he could sense it within me as well. And you are much stronger than me, a better Jedi, more important. If he had to send someone away, it makes sense that it was me.”
Obi-Wan watched your face closely as you stared at the ground. He could tell your mind was racing, as you tried to suppress the strong emotions racing through you.
“But-” You began, slowly looking up at him. “Why did he allow you to come for me now?”
A small, almost unnoticeable smile crossed his lips. “Because he knew I would trust no one else to come”
Your eyes stayed locked, as you felt tension begin to grow. Forcing yourself to look away, you knew the more you talked, the harder it would be to repress your feelings. But, there was something you needed to know, needed to say.
“I-” You began, but faltered.
Obi-Wan watched you as you hesitated. “What?” He asked softly.
“It is possible that I imagined it, out of fear when I was fleeing, but…I thought that I, heard you. Before you got here.”
Obi-Wan felt his heart jolt as he as up straighter. “What did you hear?”
“I heard your voice in the back of my head. Saying ’Hold out Y/n. For me. I’m coming.’” I thought maybe it was just me trying to convince myself that the Jedi were coming to help me, perhaps to calm myself.“
"It was me.” He said abruptly.
You met his eyes and saw them full of surprise. “It was?”
He nodded once as he stood, walking over to you. Kneeling down in front of you he stared intently at you. “When I was leaving the resistance base to come to you, I thought those words. I sent them out with the force, hoping that you could hear me, but I didn’t know if you would. But you did.”
You nodded, unable to find any words. Your eyes were locked as various emotions washed over you. You knew his own eyes were reflecting yours.
As a cold wind blew through the cave, you wrapped your cloak around you tighter and looked away from him.
Obi-Wan took a deep breath as he moved to sit beside you, shielding you somewhat from the cold. His shoulder was pressed close against yours as you sat in silence.
You felt exhaustion begin to wash over you as the adrenaline of the day began to fade. Feeling Obi-Wan so close, you had nervous butterflies in your stomach. But even more, you felt safe, and relieved to be by his side.
As your eyes began to grow heavy, your body slowly began to relax and slump. Your thoughts had begun to grow foggy as you felt your head droop, resting on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. You felt him tense up for a moment before he relaxed. You knew you should move, but you could find no strength to.
Feeling Obi-Wan reach over and adjust your cloak so it was covering you completely, you let out a soft breath. “Obi-Wan?”
“Yes?” His soft voice met your ears.
“Thank you for coming to get me.”
There was a moment of silence as you began to drift into sleep. You thought for a moment, through the fog, that you felt him press his lips softly to your head. Followed by his whispered voice. “Always.”
And then there was darkness.
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Staring out into the forest as the dawn light shone through the fog, you and Obi-Wan stood side by side, listening and waiting for any sign that the droids might be nearby.
After a few more moments, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath and nodded his head. “Lets go.”
Following him silently, you looked back once more at the cave, before you headed into the forest behind him. You walked silently, both of you aware you could be ambushed at any moment if the droids had returned to this side of the planet.
When you returned to what had been your shelter, you took a moment to look it over. Obi-Wan watched you silently, before you turned and nodded to him, signalling you were ready to move on.
“The ship is not too far from here.” He said quietly as he looked around.
“Do you remember the last mission we went on?” You asked softly.
Obi-Wan met your eyes and nodded. You were certain his mind flashed to the moment you had on the ship afterwards, just as yours had. But you were referring to that gut feeling, that something was going to go wrong.
“I have the same feeling I did on that planet.” You spoke as you looked into the nearby trees.
Obi-Wan nodded. “As do I.”
Following Obi-Wan away from the shelter, your defenses were up, both of you expecting to run into droids any moment. Hearing something nearby, you both stopped and listened.
Closing your eyes, you listened intently, reaching out with the force as best you could. Feeling as though something was coming up from behind, you did not hesitate. Taking out your saber, you spun and threw it into the woods behind you.
Obi-Wan spun around, watching as the saber went into the darkness, before clearly slicing trough some hidden droids. As your saber came back to you, Obi-Wan unleashed his own, watching you and waiting for more to come out, but none did.
You looked back at him and saw the clear surprise in his gaze at your actions. You shrugged lightly “When you are out here alone for as long as me, its easier to feel a disturbance.”
A soft smile graced his face as you both turned, hearing movement in the distance again. “There will be more between us and the ship.”
You nodded. “I’m ready if you are.”
After a short moment, he began to move, as you quickly followed him. You ventured through the woods cautiously, trying to go around the group of droids, waiting to avoid a fight if you could.
Spotting the ship in a nearby clearing, you saw a group of droids waiting around it, watching for you to come near. You and Obi-Wan crouched down behind a group of boulder-like rocks and watched the droids.
“I count seven.”
“Eight.” You added, and he looked over at you.
You motioned your head at the trees, and he looked up, spotting a hidden sentury drone in the trees.
“Very good. You’ve grown stronger.”
“I had no choice.” You said softly, aware that Obi-Wan looked over at you watching you closely.
“Once we get away from here, you must tell me all that transpired over your time here.”
Looking over and meeting his gaze, you smiled softly. “I’m sure you have some stories of your own too.”
He met your gaze softly for a moment before you both turned and looked back at the ship. “Ready?” He asked and you nodded silently.
Simultaneously you snuck out from behind the rocks and moved through the bushes, going separate directions, and getting as close as you could before you attacked. Getting right behind some of the droids, you looked across the clearing, spotting Obi-Wan behind two other droids. One nod and you both acted.
Slicing though the two droids, you grabbed a blaster and shot the sentry drone out of the tree. Obi-Wan took out two droids before the remaining three began to fire on the two of you. Diving behind a tree, you watched as Obi-Wan advanced on the droids. Firing on one of the droids with the blaster, you could hear droids coming from the distance, having heard the blaster fire.
As Obi-Wan took out the last two droids, you ran for the ship. As a blast hit the ship beside you, you spun around and began firing on the droids coming from the woods. Obi-Wan called out for you as the ship doors began to close.
Quickly diving into the ship, you returned more fire on the droids as the ship door closed. Obi-Wan quickly ran to the cock-pit as you heard more blaster fire hitting the ship. Following him to the cock-pit, you took the fighter seat preparing to fire on the droids as you took off.
“This is the most fun I’ve had in months.” You grinned as you fired down at the droids, taking the rest of them out.
You could see Obi-Wan roll his eyes, but he could barely repress his own smile at your comment.
When you were finally out of orbit, you let out a long drawn out breath as you watched the planet fade from view. You said a silent, but gladdened goodbye.
“At least we escape with less injuries this time.” You said as you leaned back in your seat.
He looked over at you and smiled, but looked at your still bloodied clothes. “How is your wound?”
You gently set your hand on your side. “Could be worse.”
Obi-Wan watched you for a moment before tearing his eyes away from you, trying to repress the memories of what happened in the ship the last time you were together alone.
Some time passed in silence, before you voiced your most recent thoughts. “Do you think, once we return, Master Yoda will let me stay?”
Obi-Wan looked over at you, he had not thought about it. “I do not know. But if you want to stay, I will fight for it.”
“Don’t you think that might make him suspicious?” You asked, half joking.
He smiled lightly. “Perhaps. But either way, his plan failed, so he might as well let you stay. ”
You furrowed your brow. “What do you mean his plan failed?” You asked cautiously.
Obi-Wan paused for a moment, uncertain if he should elaborate. Meeting your eyes, he knew the tension between the two of you was still there, and there it would remain.
Turning his seat to face you, he let out a soft breath. “It was Master Yoda’s intention to separate us, so that, perhaps, over time, the feelings that we have would fade. I know not how, or if your feelings have changed. But mine have not. In fact, I think it only made them grow, us being apart, it simply made me think of you more often.”
You were surprised by his words, surprised that he would so openly admit this to you. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I feel the same.” Your voice was soft and shy as you held his gaze.
Obi-Wan felt the tightness in his chest growing as his eyes scanned your face. His eyes lingered on your lips, and he felt unsure if he could continue to ignore the tension that grew thick between you.
You recalled what happened last time you almost failed to suppress your feelings. You remembered how close he was, his breath against your cheek as he whispered 'If Only’.
Clearing your throat, you tore your gaze from his “I should go rest.” You said as you stood up.
Your breath caught in your throat as he stood as well. You were right in front of each other, chests almost touching. You met his gaze and almost staggered when you realized how close he was. His hands reached out and gently grabbed your arms, steadying you.
Your eyes were locked once again, but unlike before, you seemed unable to find the strength to look away. Obi-Wan’s breath was uneven as he gently held your arms, keeping you there, keeping you close.
He knew he should let go, let you leave, walk away. He should. He needed to.
He couldn’t.
As if the tension between you snapped like a bolt of lighting, your lips met in a rough kiss. His hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you as close as he could, deepening the kiss as much as he could. Your hands gripped his cloaks tightly as you returned the kiss fervently, your mind blank, as your whole body seemed to tingle.
You felt one of his hands grip the back of your head, burying his fingers in your hair. You moved your arms, wrapping them around his neck as you felt you needed to be closer, but knew you couldn’t possibly be closer than you already were.
You weren’t sure how long you had been kissing before you both seemed to come to your senses. Pulling apart, your breaths heavy and uneven as your eyes burned into each others.
You felt a sense of unease wash over you as you stepped back, out of his arms. “We shouldn’t have done that.” Stepping away again, you regretfully looked away and left the room, heading further into the ship.
Obi-Wan watched you leave, almost going after you, but stopping himself with a reminder of who he was. He let out a long ragged breath as he closed his eyes. The feeling of your lips against his was still present in his mind, and he knew he would not forget it easily.
Sitting back down, he put his head in his hands, shaming himself, knowing that he failed. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not truly feel shame, because he knew he wanted to kiss you, that he did not regret it, as much as he should. And he knew he wanted to kiss you again and again, if only he could, but he couldn’t. This had to be the last time.
You had not spoken to Obi-Wan the rest of the trip. And as you got off the ship, back at the resistance base, side by side, shoulders brushing, you felt his hand graze yours, and thought for a moment he was going to grasp it. But as you saw Anakin and Master Yoda enter the room, you pulled away.
You smiled as Anakin walked up to you. “Hello Anakin.”
Hugging you, he pulled away. “I’m glad you are alright.”
“Returned safely you have. Glad I am.” Master Yoda said.
You looked down at him and bowed your head. “I am glad to be back Master.”
Yoda hummed as he studied you and Obi-Wan before he nodded his head. “Rest you must. Come, come.”
You spared a glance at Obi-Wan before you followed Master Yoda out of the room, beginning to answer questions Anakin began to trow at you.
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Rushing into the room, you saw Obi-Wan nearby. Seeing you enter, he faced you as you approached.
“I heard you are leaving already?” You asked.
Obi-Wan nodded, “Yes. Senator Palpatine has been kidnapped, me and Anakin, have been assigned with his rescue, we are leaving immedietely.”
You nodded your head as you stared past his shoulder. Obi-Wan studied you, seeing that you had a lot you wanted to say. He opened his mouth to speak, but you broke in.
“I have a bad feeling Obi-Wan.” He saw the concern evident in your eyes. “I feel like something very bad is going to happen soon.”
Looking around, he made sure you were alone before he took a small step closer. Gently, he took your hand in his and squeezed it lightly. “I will return soon, and we will continue this fight, together.”
He saw your face fall for a moment before you spoke. “I wont be here Obi-Wan.”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I have talked with Master Yoda. With everything going on, we need to be vigilant, the Jedi will be spreading out along the galaxy, to prepare for anything that might happen.”
“He is sending you away again?” He asked, his emotion rising.
“I volunteered.” You admitted, and you saw surprise cross his face.
“It’s better this way. I’m too much of a distraction, especially now.”
His chest grew tight, as pulled you closer, he spoke softly. “Where will you go?”
You shook your head. “I don’t know yet.” You lied.
He let out a soft breath. “I will see you again. When this is all over.”
You met his gaze, and felt yourself unable to hold back your emotion. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug. He hesitated for a moment, before he wrapped his own arms around you.
“Be careful.” You whispered.
“And you.” He replied.
Pulling away, you moved to step away, but he grabbed your hand. You saw him fighting between his emotions before he stepped closer to you. His face was close to yours, lips almost brushing. Bringing his hand up he gently caressed your cheek. You closed your eyes and let out a soft breath.
Your heart seemed to stop, as you felt his lips gently press against yours in a soft kiss, that ended almost as fast as it had begun.
When he pulled away, you opened your eyes, and met his equally emotional gaze. Grabbing his hand, you pressed something within his fist. “Don’t forget who you are Obi-Wan.” You said, repeating words he had once told you.
He frowned slightly as you let go of his hand. Stepping back, you looked at him one more time before you turned and walked away, fighting tears that threatened to spill. You pushed away the intrusive thought in the back of your mind, telling you, that this was the last time you would ever see Obi-Wan Kenobi.
He watched you disappear with an aching heart. Looking down at his hand, his breath caught in his throat as he stared down at the pendant. The one he had given you before you left for your mission months before.
Looking up, he felt an overwhelming urge to chase after you, but as the doors slid open and Anakin entered, he knew he was too late.
If only he had one more chance to tell you how he felt.
If only this was not the last time he would see you for what would feel like, a very long time.
Rating:PG-13 Summary:On a recon mission you and Obi-Wan must pretend to be a married couple. This brings feelings to light that neither of you realized were there.
You had tried to hide the terse look on your face as you sat next to Obi-Wan on your transport to a high class gala on Alderaan for your mission, but unfortunately you were never good at holding you expressions in check. You would have felt much more comfortable in your A-wing than the civilian ship you and your mission partner were travelling in.
A short sigh left your mouth as you tried not to worry yourself about the mission, after all there wasn’t much you could do to change your circumstances. Your brief noise caught the attention of Obi-Wan and he tilted his head towards you, taking in your tense features. A small smile covered his lips as he quipped, “Come now, it’s not as if you actually had to marry me.”
You rolled your eyes at his statement and shot a facetious glare his way, “Not everything is about you Master Kenobi.”
Settling back into your seat you allowed your eyes to slide to the window in front of you watching space pass by. Though you could certainly see why he would think your little huff was directed at him considering you had been less than pleased at your mission partner when in the mission debrief. It wasn’t that you lacked respect for the Jedi General in fact you held him in the highest regard. However, your perfectionist nature and the fact that Obi-Wan seemed to be naturally gifted in most things he did led to a fiercely competitive friendship through the both of your lives. In truth you weren’t really upset that you had been paired with him, the frustration stemmed mainly from within and your worry that you would make a fool of yourself in front of the esteemed Jedi next to you.
Apparently you missed his reply, lost in your own thoughts, and you were startled from your racing thoughts by a call of your name. Turning abruptly you met his genuinely concerned gaze and you blinked blankly at him for a second until he prompted, “Are you are alright?”
This time your huff was directed towards him and you narrowed your eyes in annoyance, this was just like him to question you like that. You knew he was truly just wanting to ensure there was nothing wrong but the part of your brain that enjoyed pushing his buttons seemed to take over as you muttered, “Fine. Just thinking about how I have to pretend that I, your wife, let you keep your hair like that.”
Obi-Wan’s mouth parted and a rather indignant noise flew from him before he glared back at you, one hand subconsciously tugging at the end of his long locks, “Yes, well at least you don’t have to deal with a partner who’s recon missions tend to go as well as falling into a sarlacc pit goes.”
An audible gasp flew from you as you spun towards him, your face heating in anger, and you spit out, “You’re lucky I don’t have my lightsaber on me Kenobi!”
A smirk covered his lips and you knew whatever was coming next would only serve to further provoke you. Your thoughts were proven absolutely correct as Obi-Wan smugly questioned, “I think rather it’s you who’s lucky that your weapon isn’t on you as we both know how embarrassing it would be for me to best you after that little quip.”
Having known Obi-Wan for so long you could pretty easily predict what was going to come out of his mouth and this time you were ready. You let out a short laugh before retorting, “I’d only hope that you’d grant me the small mercy of knocking me out so I don’t have to listen to you prattle on anymore.”
“My dear it seems that would be the most beneficial option for both of us.” Came Kenobi’s smooth reply. Crossing your arms and sinking further down into your seat you snapped back a short ‘fine’ and allowed the space craft to fall into silence. It remained that way for majority of the few hours left in flight, the quiet only disturbed by the occasional question as you went over the mission plans again. The mission in question was to find out if a high ranking Alderaan official was secretly pushing a separatist agenda - something that Bail Organa’s wife had become suspicious of. You had questioned why this wasn’t simply a solo mission and much to your displeasure had found out that this man had a penchant for married women it seemed, thus here the two of you were.
Thanks to your rigorous study of the mission details it didn’t seem all that long until you were arriving on Alderaan and being escorted to your room within the royal palace. When you arrived you barely had time to take in your surroundings before Obi-Wan was softly muttering that he would get ready first and you could make yourself comfortable. He quickly retreated to the bathroom of the luxurious accommodations and you took a moment to take a look around. Though the room was grand it was decorated minimally, not that it mattered when a large window gave a stunning view of the snowy topped mountains.
You took a long breath to soak in the beauty that you didn’t often get to see within the bustling confines of the city before turning and setting your bags down. One bag was dedicated solely to the gown you were supposed to wear tonight - a truly impressive dress that made you feel like royalty and at the same time completely out of your element. Pulling it gently out of the bag you laid it across the couch, ensuring there were minimal wrinkles. Satisfied you let your eyes roam the room and then you settled your gaze on the bed in the room. Blinking for a few seconds your head quickly turned to look around the rest of the room as if you could will a second bed into existence. A deep exhale left your mouth as you pinched the bridge of your nose already deciding that you would offer to let Obi-Wan take the bed, after all you had been the one to pick a fight with him on the ship, it seemed the least you could do.
Settling on the couch next to your dress you pulled out a small mirror and began to undo the tight braids your hair was in to hopefully save you some time in the bathroom. It wasn’t often that you wore your hair down and your could feel your scalp thanking you as you lightly massaged any sore spots. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, once again allowing your thoughts and worries about the mission consume your thoughts despite your best efforts to simply relax, and you startled slightly when the refresher door slid open. Obi-Wan strolled out dressed in a similar style to Bail Organa and you wondered if perhaps the senator hadn’t lent him some of his clothing. Though all thoughts flew from your head as he passed the window and the sun caught on his cheekbones, highlighting his skin and lighting up his brilliant blue eyes. You could have sworn time slowed down as he offered you a gentle smile and your breath caught in your throat as you tried to regain some of your sense. It was only after a few moments that you noticed he had trimmed his hair, where the curls had fallen just past his shoulders they now just brushed them. Had he done that because of your snarky statement? Your brow furrowed slightly as you questioned why you were so caught up in his appearance in the first place and the moment was broken by your gaze snapping to the floor.
Obi-Wan’s gaze lingered on you, a slight frown covering his face as he wondered if he had somehow upset you when you quickly gathered your belongings and practically fled into the bathroom. A small noise distracted him from your retreating form and he bent down to pick up the fake engagement and wedding rings you had been given to wear. Standing he turned to call out to you but as the refresher door slid shut he simply held onto them, figuring he could give you them before the two of you left for the gala.
Staring into the mirror you sighed deeply, shaking your head. The only reason you were distracted by Obi-Wan’s appearance was because of your nerves about the mission you had decided. Nothing more and nothing less. You had certainly never looked at Obi-Wan in that light before - though there were all the times when you found yourself captivated by his grace in combat and how his……no you definitely had never seen him like this before.
Focusing back to the task at hand you applied your makeup and finished putting your hair into a simple updo, one that you had done before and that was elegant and yet functional at keeping your hair out of your face. And then came the dress. You disrobed rather quickly, folding your clothes into a neat pile, and stepped into the dress. Pulling it on you could admit that it truly was a beautiful dress though as your arms slid into the small off the shoulder sleeves you could tell that there was no practicality in the dress. Your arms seemed to fit into the sleeves a bit snugly and thus your movement was quite severely limited, an issue you found when attempting to reach back and lace the back of the dress. After several futile attempts you hung your head in defeat, taking a deep breath before calling out for your Jedi partner. You waited several seconds before calling out again, this time hearing several hurried footsteps before you heard your name come from the opposite side of the door. Sighing you gave in and as quietly as you could manage (while still ensuring he could hear you) asked, “Will you please come help me?”
The door slid open and you stubbornly stared at the counter as your face heated in embarrassment, “I just- I can’t get the laces and I’m not really even sure how they’re supposed to go. Please don’t laugh, I know I look completely ridiculous and I-”
You were cut off by a soft, calming call of your name and then you felt Obi-Wan’s fingers brush at your back, gathering the laces. His gentle tone caught you off guard yet again and you stilled, chancing a glance in the mirror. Blue eyes caught yours and the serious look on his face had you freezing where you stood. Deftly he laced up the back, tugging and pulling as lightly as he could, only breaking eye contact for a few moments at a time. His sureness had you feeling more calm by the second and when he finished, tucking the laces in between the layers of your dress, his gentle smile brought you back to reality. Turning your face heated for an entirely different reason as you realized how close you were, gaze dropping to the floor again.
A warm hand captured your left hand and gently raised it, calloused fingers brushing softly over yours. Looking up at him in confusion you were met with a mischievous grin and his opposite hand procured the rings you were supposed to be wearing. You let out a small laugh as you relaxed completely in his grip, “Looks like I’m not getting out of this marriage am I Obi-Wan?”
“Most certainly not my dear.” A smile crossed your face as he slid the rings onto your finger delicately. Your other hand rose to run through the hair at the nape of his neck as you questioned, “Did you cut your hair for me?”
General Kenobi tensed slightly at your question and as your eyes met his a light pink dusted his cheeks. That was answer enough for you and an airy laugh fell from your lips, “Thank you darling, it looks wonderful.”
Purposefully you drawled out the pet name in an attempt at his accent. There was a pause and the Obi-Wan let out an equally as bright laugh before he squeezed your hand, “Well I’m glad you think so. However, I do believe it is time for us to head to the gala.”
As if sensing your nerves about to spike Obi spoke again in a teasing lilt, “And you don’t look ridiculous, you truly look absolutely ravishing.”
With that he swept out of the room, leaving you to pick your jaw up off of the floor and your hands smoothed down your dress before you followed after him - an air of confidence overtaking you.
The two of you arrived shortly after the gala had began, a steady flow of officials and ambassadors filling the room. Swallowing you took a step closer to Obi-Wan and a comforting hand met your lower back. Sharp eyes scanned the room as the two of you searched for the target.
“I don’t see him.” You said lowly and Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, “Nor I. While we wait would your prefer to mingle with others, dance or should we make ourselves known at the bar?”
You opted for the last option, as it offered a solid vantage point of everyone entering and having a small drink never hurt. Courteously Obi-Wan guided you through the crowds and even pulled out your seat for you, ensuring you were sat comfortably before taking his own seat next to you. Ordering quickly your partner slid around on the stool to face outwards and you turned to face him, your thighs brushing together lightly.
The contact had you taking a healthy swallow of your drink once it arrived and then you distracted yourself by keeping an eye out on the entrance. A warm palm settled on your knee and a shock shot up your spine causing you to nearly choke on your drink. Glancing at Obi-Wan you noticed his eyes trailing someone. A look towards his eyeline confirmed that he had located the target, who in a stroke of good fortune was heading directly towards the bar. Deciding it would be best to play up your false marriage you softly called out for Obi-Wan’s attention, which was promptly given. You inhaled deeply as you made eye contact and whispered, “Do you trust me?”
Obi’s eyes searched yours as he nodded and surely stated 'of course’. That gave you the courage to lean forwards, left hand coming up to cup his face, and connect your lips together. The Jedi jolted and froze for a split-second before responding to the kiss more eagerly than you had anticipated. His lips were soft and warm, moving in tandem with yours, and when his hand slid up to your thigh a small nip on your lower lip had you melting into him. In the moment everything faded away - the mission, the crowd surrounding you, the cacophony of sound - it was only you and him, that’s all that mattered. His other hand rose to cup your hand on the side of his face and he gave it a soft squeeze as he parted from you, a warmth gleaming in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.
You felt your face heating as he gave you a sparkling smile, you pulled back slightly but he kept your hand clasped in his. A brush of his lips against the tips of his fingers sparked something in your lower stomach and you had to suppress a gasp as he then pressed a kiss to your palm, lips trailing to the pulse point on your wrist. As his lips made contact you swore you forgot how to breath, his cerulean eyes locked with yours as your lips parted in a silent exhale. With that gentle touch he slowly rose, brushed a stray hair off of your cheek, and bent to your level. Beard tickling at your cheek he whispered to you, “He’s directly behind you, I think we peaked his interest darling."
Standing up to his full height again he made it clear that he would be right back before pressing a kiss to your forehead, seemingly leaving you alone with the target, your heart racing from the intimate touches. You knew that he wasn’t going far, the banquet hall in the palace had secret eavesdropping locations hidden behind screens and you knew he would be retreating to one of those.
Spinning to face the bar again you caught the bartenders attention to order another drink and a gruff voice spoke up from next to you that he would be paying for your drink. A false smile coated your face as you turned to thank him and you made sure to show off the ring on your left hand as you finished the first drink. As the man gave you a smug smile you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him.
He turned out to be a ridiculously easy mark, caring more about impressing a stranger who he thought he could fuck than keeping his mouth shut about his views. It was only after you got the information you needed to relay to Senator Organa that Obi-Wan swooped back in. His arm sliding around your waist and he pulled you close to him had the stranger grumbling as the two of you excused yourselves. To keep up appearances you made your way around the ballroom once before sneaking out. You weren’t going to lie the two drinks had you speaking a bit more freely than normal which led to several bouts of unrestrained laughter from the two of you as you made your way back to your quarters, Obi-Wan’s arm never leaving the comfortable way he had it wrapped around your waist.
When you reached the doors Obi-Wan hesitated and you tilted your head at him in confusion. There was a pause before he spoke, "I know throughout our years we’ve both strived to best each other and given that you are a fierce competitor I wouldn’t have it any other way. However, I enjoyed tonight and how easy it was with you.”
You simply smiled and entwined your hands, pulling him into your quarters for the night. Once the door slid shut you pulled him into another soft kiss, this time it was short and sweet, leaving a tender smile on both of your faces.
It seemed there were many unspoken things left to be said but for tonight as the two of you lay on opposite sides of the bed (both of you had refused to let the other sleep on the couch) nothing else needed to be said. It wasn’t long before you had rolled over and scooted close to the center with Obi-Wan following shortly after. As he wrapped you up in a cozy embrace you nuzzled into his chest, sleep nearly overtaking you but you couldn’t let him go to sleep without a teasing reminder of, “I hope you know this won’t make me go easy on you when we spar. I’ll still have no problem beating you.” A chuckle rumbled in Obi-Wan’s chest as he muttered something that suspiciously sounded like 'you can certainly try’.
summary:you ask your new coworker out to dinner. he panics. contains:age gap, coworker romance, mentions of fem!reader. a/n:wtf even is this? i’m just trying to get back into writing mode so excuse this cheesy garbage. first star wars fic so it might be a tad out of character.
you’d recently moved to a new town and met the lovely obi-wan, though he insisted you call him ben. your meeting, working alongside him harvesting, hadn’t been the most glamorous, to be sure. but seeing him every day, the smile lines that formed at your every joke, was enough to put a skip in your step on your way to work. it was after a couple of months of this that you finally mustered the courage to ask him over for dinner.
“what?” he’d asked, as if he couldn’t have possibly heard correctly. “you want to have dinner with me?”
you’d mistaken his surprise for rejection, and quickly attempted to back out. “well, yes, i thought you might have wanted that as well but, forgive me, i-”
“i’d love to.” he said with an air of finality and a smirk. “but i’m not making you cook for little old me.” he explained that he was watching leia that night, and after a bit of haggling from his part, you finally caved. dinner at his place.
leia stifled a laugh as she watched obi-wan pace around his home. dinner was ready but he couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling that something was missing. jedi weren’t supposed to form attachments, really, which is probably why he’d never been in this situation before in his life.
“leia, help me set the table.” he asked, his panic evident in his voice. she immediately went to help, setting down the utensils, plates and cups.
“you need to calm down.” she said, a cheeky smile on her face. “the food smells delicious and the place looks great. she’s going to love it.”
“yes, but what if she doesn’t?” obi-wan snapped for a moment, then continued in a calmer tone. “i mean, what if she’s disappointed? i’m quite a few years her senior, i’m not what i once was. and she, she’s just so lovely and funny and i don’t know what i’d do if i ruined my chance with her.”
“you’re not going to ruin it.” leia soothed him, placing a small hand on his. “you won’t let her down, just like you’ve never let me down.”
it was hard not to be moved by the words, and obi-wan’s glassy eyes were proof of it. “thank you for the kind words, leia. truly. i just, i can’t shake the feeling i’m missing something. a detail.”
leia stood back, observing the table. “it’s missing a centerpiece, flowers.”
“flowers.” obi-wan nodded, chuckling softly. “where will i find flowers on tatooine? this place is a desert!”
it was then there was a knock at the door. “well, it’s too late now.” he stood, straightened his robes and walked up to the door. his hand hovered above the knob for a moment, hesitant, before finally pulling the door open to reveal you, a lovestruck grin on your face and a confection of flowers in hand.
“hello, darling.” he greeted you, stepping aside for you to enter. “you look wonderful.”
“thank you, ben.” you smirked. “you clean up nicely, you know.”
you gingerly offered him the flowers you’d found. “i found these, i think they’re called funnel flowers. they’re supposed to be rare on tatooine, i thought you might like them.”
obi-wan took them, smelling them before looking back at you with those kind, blue eyes. “very rare, indeed.” he sighed, eyes drifting from the flowers to you. “and just as lovely.”
Rating:PG-13 Summary:On a recon mission you and Obi-Wan must pretend to be a married couple. This brings feelings to light that neither of you realized were there.
You had tried to hide the terse look on your face as you sat next to Obi-Wan on your transport to a high class gala on Alderaan for your mission, but unfortunately you were never good at holding you expressions in check. You would have felt much more comfortable in your A-wing than the civilian ship you and your mission partner were travelling in.
A short sigh left your mouth as you tried not to worry yourself about the mission, after all there wasn’t much you could do to change your circumstances. Your brief noise caught the attention of Obi-Wan and he tilted his head towards you, taking in your tense features. A small smile covered his lips as he quipped, “Come now, it’s not as if you actually had to marry me.”
Rereading this one and I still ❤️ it. There needs to be more Obi-wan x readers where they pretend to be married or go on missions together with fluff. Great job
Grunting echoed the words through your mind. Again, again and again. Over and over, running in loops. That was what your master demanded of you. His padawan constantly pushing herself to the limit. Closing your eyes for a moment, took you a deep breath. Drops of sweat already forming above your brows and upper lip. Tasting salty when you collected a lost drop of sweat from your tender lips. Opening your eyes again, held you the lightsaber near your face. With an encouraging nod from Obi Wan, gritted you your teeth. Your feet danced over the floor as you moved towards him, flicking your wrists as you guided the lightsaber at him.
A crash with his lightsaber occurred, sending tiny sparks of blue off. You took a step closer to him, bringing your feet together, hearing the buzzing sound close by. It didn’t last long or Obi Wan brought his lightsaber down with yours, making almost a full circle. From there separated your lightsabers for a moment. You gulped, pushing your lightsaber down to where he was aiming. It clashed and again and again as you followed the movement of his actions with your saber. Blocking each turn of him. Obi Wan swung his lightsaber as you hastily ducked down, or you would’ve lost your head.
“Good job.” – complimented he you. Putting pressure on your toes, stretched you, your back in. Moving your saber behind you, blocking one of Obi Wan’s movements. Groaning loud, gripped you tightly on the handle, your knuckles turning white. Flexing your muscles, pushed you his lightsaber away from yours, giving you a bit more breathing area. He stumbled backwards, breathlessly. Wiping quickly more sweat from your forehead, received you an approving nod from him. You could already hear the words chiming in your head before he had spoken them out. – “Again.” – called he out, placing his left foot firmly forwards. He raised his blue lightsaber to you, forcing you to block it.
Hit after hit, blocked you all his attacks with a counterattack. Keeping yourself shielded but not really fighting back. – “Fight back, Y/n!” – ordered Obi Wan, pushing you to the limit. Clenching your jaw, pushed you his lightsaber of yours. Letting your saber twirl once in your hand, readied you mentally to attack him. Attacking your mentor wasn’t easy. He knew all your tricks. All your bests moves because he altered them, shaped them. He knew you inside and out. He knew exactly what you were thinking right now and debating on what to do. He positioned himself out of his practice form, opening his arms.
“Do whatever feels natural. Let the force guide you, Y/n.” – gripping on the handle with both hands again, bend he a bit through his knees. Biting your lip, you felt a bit insecure. You knew you were always going to lose from him, he always outsmarted you. Of course he did, he was your master and you his padawan. His padawan he considered close bounded with. He considered you more than that, a daughter he never had. No, you couldn’t let him down, so you shook your insecurities away. You took on a fighting pose as Obi Wan was impressed by you. Running stealthily over to him, took you a leap. You jumped high, attacking him from above. Obi Wan’s mouth dropped, his eyes wide as he moved his lightsaber hastily up.
His saber crashing into yours. You landed with a loud thud back on your feet, rotating your wrists to choose the direction of where to strike him. Left, right, left down, right up. You tried to not think much about it, just letting your hand muscles work for you. He never broke into a sweat as he easily waved through your attacks. It agitated you that you never had a chance. Going for him with much more intensity, tried you to unbalance him. It started to work as he had to move backwards, escaping your upcoming attacks. He glanced brief over his shoulder to see how much space he had before colliding into the wall. – “Y/n.” – breathed he out.
You wouldn’t hear it, glaring at him as you send your wraith on him. You wanted to win for once. Impress him so that he could be gleaming with pride. You wanted him to gush about your qualities. How much they had improved and that even he had not see you fight like this before. An advantage. That was all you wanted. Obi Wan clenched his jaw, moving his saber swiftly without hesitation in every direction to block your attacks. You kept slashing into him, feeling anger rise up. Obi Wan must have sensed it as for a split second his expression was surprised. – “Y/n!” – called he out loud, twirling his lightsaber, bringing it to shoulder length, pointed at you.
With his other hand, held he two fingers out to you. A strong push of the force blew against your chest, causing you to snap out of the chaos forming in your head. Your hand with the lightsaber dropped, making you lose your grip on your saber. It clattered to the ground, retracting itself. Stumbling backwards were you suddenly aware of your surroundings. That dark cloud vanishing before your eyes. Obi Wan retracted his saber as well, straightening his posture. With one simple glance from him, knew you that he demanded to know what happened.
Sighing deep, bend you down to collect your saber from the ground. Slowly crossing his arms, wasn’t he letting you off the hook so easily. – “I got blinded, alright!” – forced you out, turning a cold shoulder to him. You moved away from him as Obi Wan reached his hand out to you. He kept you in place, his hand laying on your shoulder. – “Y/n…” – said he softly, turning your shoulder more to him. You followed, presenting yourself to him humble and ashamed. – “I got lost under the pressure…” – biting your lip, looked you away. – “I wanted to be like you. Less like me you know…”
Obi Wan couldn’t quite understand what you meant with that. You exhaled deep. – “I wanted you to be surprised by my strength. See that I can be more than the predictable girl you teach. I… I wanted you to be proud of me, but… I…I messed up instead.” – you felt like crying. Blinded by your own gain. – “Oh, Y/n.” – spoke he out, pulling close for a hug. – “I am always proud of you. No need to be different.” – with a smile, hugged you him tightly back. The only father figure in your life. You squeaked when he smothered you in his embrace, squeezing you so tightly, it set your feet dangling in the air.
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Blaster shots fired all over your head, sending a rush through your body. Obi Wan Kenobi, your mentor fighting beside you. Two clones stormed towards you, forcing you to uphold your only shield of protection, your lightsaber. Swinging the saber around, cut you the blasters out of their hands. Another one that you spotted from near your left shoulder came in vision, shooting at you. You ducked down, grabbing a hold of the fallen blaster. Jumping to your feet, shot you first him. A gaping hole resting in his chest. Then you shot the two defenseless once’s near you.
Since the blaster came a bit in handy, offered you to help out your mentor. Obi Wan raised his lightsaber ready to lash out. His eyes widened as the smell of burned filled his nostrils. The clone standing before him, dropped to the ground, a gaping hole inside of him. Obi Wan gaped at you as you shrugged your shoulders. He lowered his hands, motioning to you to follow him. You did, firing at some clones that came around the corner. It didn’t take long for the blaster to get jammed. Throwing it away, revealed you, your trusty lightsaber again. – “Stay close.” – hissed Obi Wan at you.
You kept low, sneaking through the empty corridors. A maze of corridors. Obi Wan and you worked like an oiled machine, taking down clones on your path. Obi Wan took a sharp right to a large incaving in the wall. A solid door blocking your way through. – “Think you can handle it?” – questioned Obi Wan with a smirk. You nudged his shoulder. – “Go!” – teasingly laughed you out. Obi Wan knelt down, opening the mechanism of the door. Pulling out some tools, trusted he to have his back. For a short period it was silent. Silence before the upcoming storm.
Hearing only your own breathing and the beating of your heart in your throat. – “Brace yourself!” – shouted you loud, letting Obi Wan know clones had arrived. They appeared at the end of the corridor, blasters in the ready. You came standing more before your master, shielding him. – “I trust you.” – heard you him whisper proudly. Red shots came your way. Shifting on your feet, adverted you them all. Swaying your saber in the direction they came. In no case could Obi Wan get hurt. You weren’t going to let that happen.
Unable to move from your position were you forced to block as many attacks as possible with less counterattacks from your own. Holding your hand out, took you advantage of the force. Some clones dropped down, losing their balance. That gave you some breathing area. – “Getting there.” – called Obi Wan out, struggling to get the door to open. – “Work faster!” – bit you back, not losing your focus. At least six clones were firing at you. You managed to divert all their shots. Then. A brush stroke against the side of your stomach, followed by a burning feeling. Obi Wan sensed a slight hesitation, turning his head back to you.
Gritting your teeth, continued you to work like an oiled machine. Blocking off their shots. – “Obi!” – shouted you out, noticing that he had lost focus. – “Right.” – mumbled he to himself, turning his attention back to the panel. The burning feeling increased as you knew you were injured. You just had no time to stand still and reflect on it. Certainly not in the presence of Obi Wan. If he so much as sensed through the mysterious ways of the force that you faltered, he would lose it. Forcing yourself to not think about it, hoped you he would never sense such a thing. Calling it out, were you channeling your anger on the clones.
“Yes.” – breathed Obi Wan out, the door swishing open before him. He took you by the wrist, pulling you inside with him. Pulling you aside and out of sight from the incoming shots. By the side, pressed he a button, the heavy door closing again with a loud thud. The last of the clones disappearing with them. Obi Wan breathed out deep, thinking it was a close call. You lowered your face, trying to catch a glimpse of your side. You sure didn’t want to see any red on your uniform. – “You alright?” – breathed Obi Wan out.
Humming loud, shot you, your head up. – “Sure, why not?” – responded you, seeing him quirk his eyebrow up. Don’t let it show, don’t let it show. Said you to yourself, biting hard on your teeth. Walking past him, kept you, your natural walk, no indications of your injury. – “So, the plan.” – reminded you him, stepping behind a large panel with all sorts of buttons. Obi Wan came walking over as you motioned the stage was ready for him. Chuckling bend he down over the panel to observe the buttons and switches. – “Needing some glasses perhaps?” – teased you out, seeing him glare grumpy at you for a moment.
He straightened his posture, holding one hand over his chest as with the other one he stroke thoughtfully his beard. You swallowed nervously, feeling as if you were about to break in sweat. The pain getting almost unbearable, certainly now that you weren’t occupied. It was getting harder and harder to keep your mind off the pain. – “Are you sure, you are alright Y/n?” – questioned he, turning his head to you. You slowly nodded, keeping your jaw firmly tensed. – “I’m fine.” – laughed you out, trying to sound as natural as possible. His attention got drawn to your forehead where small drops of sweat had formed.
“Shouldn’t you hurry up?” – called you out, poking him in the side. He turned his attention to the panel again. He hesitated a bit but surely pressed confident some buttons. A port opened as he could see it through the large window below. Just what he needed to secure the escape. – “Not bad for an old man right.” – joked he out, punching his elbow in your side with a smirk. The second his elbow hit your side; it send a wave of intense pain through you. A massive wave sending you down. – “Y/n?” – shrieked Obi Wan out, seeing you collapse to the ground. You shivered in pain, pulling your legs closer to your chest.
He knelt down to you a wave of information blowing him off his feet. You had lost all control you had over your pain, revealing your vulnerable self. With shock in his eyes, looked he up to your face. – “Your hurt!” – called he out. He didn’t need a reply from you, seeing the state you were in. He hastily pulled your uniform up, revealing your undershirt that had formed red. Pulling that up as well, inhaled he sharply between his teeth at the sight of your wound. Burnt flesh as it required of him to stay calm. He immediately pulled your shirt down, glaring at you.
“You kept this from me!” – called he out, his voice roaring loud. He couldn’t believe you would keep this silent to him. – “I…” – shivered you out, curling more into a ball. That made him gasp breathlessly, fearing the worst. – “Dammit Y/n.” – grunted he out, moving his finger over his mouth. It took a lot of his strength to not lose his calmness over this. You were special to him, like a daughter. He felt his heart ache with yours. – “You…” – he sighed not being able to finish his sentence. No matter how much he wanted to yell at you in a panic that you had been reckless.
An alarm started to sound, making him panic. – “Just… just leave me here…” – breathed you out, cringing at the pain. – “Leave you?” – squeaked he out, losing it all. How dare you suggest such a matter. He would rather go down with you than leave you behind. – “I…” – he sputtered at the ridiculous thought. With trembling knees, took he a hold of your arm. He placed is over his neck, holding you carefully by the side. One way or another, he was going to leave this place with you by his side. – “Just hold on.” – bit he at you, biting away his own fears. Your breathing got shaky, worrying him more. He pulled you a bit against his back, laying your weight there.
Your feet dragging over the ground, supported he you. Near the heavy door, seated he you down. He needed both his hands to fight those clones. With one press opened the doors, breaking apart in the center to the edge. There were still clones as from the darkness lighted up his lightsaber. In seconds moved he swiftly through the corridor, forcing his way through. Meanwhile had you lost all strength in your body. Your hands laying lifeless on your lap. Your head tilted slightly against the wall. The pain had numbed your body as you hardly felt it. A dangerous sign. – “Master…” – whispered you. – “Obi…” – breathed you out, your fingers twitching a bit.
Obi wan knelt before you, exhaling deep into your face. – “Y/n…” – asked he, touching your shoulder. When you gave no responded, panicked he. – “Y/n come on. Stay with me.” – forced he out, cupping your cheeks, your head moving lifeless. – “Stay with me.” – repeated he, biting a painful sob down his throat. – “Please…” – whimpered he out, forcing his loud sob out as well. You slowly blinked, hearing him sniff loud with a relieved exhale. He brought your head to his collarbone, cherishing you.
Finding a bit of his strength again, picked he you up. Carrying you on his back, ran he as fast as he could back to the ship. He never wanted to feel so close to loss ever again. For a moment, he thought he had lost you. His heart ripped out of his chest with brutal force. Luckily it was still in place, but not an experience he wished to endure any time soon. He managed to get you safely back on the ship, tending to you there. From now on was he going to hold on tighter to you. Not letting you go through such an event ever again. For his heart could not bear it to go through it a second time.
