House Of Memories (14/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: little bit of angst, otherwise nothing lol

Summary: After learning that your senses have been correct, and Obi-Wan is truly in danger, Padme, Anakin, and yourself go to rescue him from the planet Geonosis.

A/n: okay i kinda like this part but still kinda a filler, next part will be good stuff

Words: 2.1k

Anakin came back the next morning, when it was still early, and the twin suns were barely peaking over the edge of the sand on the horizon line. He came bearing nothing but his mother’s body, which to everyone’s dismay, brought an intense darkness in the atmosphere. You could feel it, the dark that coursed through his veins, branching out into the air and trying to intoxicate any being it could. It was powerful, and you nearly lost your footing for how strongly it impacted you.

There was a simple funeral, family only, with the exception to both you and Padme.

You were filled with a sorrow over the woman you didn’t think you would have. You felt connected to her in a way you couldn’t explain, like you’d known her, and her gentle motherly love and kindness. You remembered suddenly why you felt this way. All the times you helped Anakin to sleep, removing the bad dreams from his mind, usually of her, you were able to protect the good memories and thoughts he had about her, seeing them vaguely in his mind whenever your signature brushed his. She meant so much to him, and you knew instantly the for the sudden darkness in his presence. You knew Padme and the others were blind to its feeling, its power, but you weren’t. You wanted to speak with him about it at least once before you left the planet, but upon R-2’s arrival, his beeps and whistles going off in a nervous rant about getting back to the ship, you knew it would have to wait.

You sensed it again, the pull on your signature, coming from far off in the galaxy, begging for help but not letting you connect yourself to it. You ran to the ship ahead of the others, but they joined you upon seeing your haste. You immediately pulled up the transmission that R-2 had been going out about, and as sense of relief rushed over you at the sight of Obi-Wan on the hologram stand.

“Anakin, my long-range transmitter has been knocked out, retransmit this message to Coruscant,” he began, and Padme turned, pushing the button that would forward the holo-message to the Jedi temple. “I have tracked the bounty hunter Jango Fett to the droid foundries on Geonosis. The trade federation is to take delivery of a droid army, here, and it is clear that Viceroy Gunnray is behind the assassination attempts on senator Amidala. The Commerce Guilds and Corporate Alliance have both pledged their armies to Count Dooku and are forming an… Wait…”

Your heart began pounding quickly and your eyes widened in fear at the sight of him activating his saber, deflecting the shots of a battle droid, which soon came into view upon the hologram. Your sense of unease returned at an alarmingly fast rate, and you gripped the arm of your seat to try and keep your composure. Padme knew with just one look like you were about to combust.

You completely blocked out anything happening around you for a moment, including Mace Windu’s instructions on what you were to do to protect the senator. Anakin answered on both of your behalf, before ending the transmission.

“They’ll never make it in time, they half to come halfway across the galaxy.”

Padme’s words did their job on filling you in for what you missed the last few seconds. You were controlled now by your feelings, and not your right mind, you wouldn’t stand for it.

“Anakin, we have to go get him, Geonosis is less than a parsec away,” you said, already moving to the pilot’s seat, next to Padme who occupied co-pilot. She would support your decision, but as you suspected, Anakin didn’t.

“If he’s still alive.”

Of course, your fellow padawan and his undying optimism would strike again.

“Ani, are you going to just sit here and let him die?” Padme furrowed her brows and turned her seat to face him as he paced the confines of the ship.

You didn’t care what would happen, you would leave them here and find Obi-Wan yourself. You prepared the ship, regardless of the orders you’d been given only moments ago. You were not a soldier, you were a Jedi, and followed the ways of the force. The force was pulling you to your master, and you were going to follow it.

“He’s your friend, your mentor, he’s-”

“He’s like my father,” Anakin replied, his voice changed, and you sensed a small bit of that darkness you’d felt in him earlier from his anger. Anger leads to hate, and hate leads to destruction. “But you heard Master Windu, he gave me strict orders to stay here.”

“Anakin if you refuse to come, I suggest to you that you take Padme back to the Lars home and keep her safe there, but I’m taking this ship, and I’m going to Geonosis. With, or without you. Your choice,” you said to him, not mean, but firm in your tone. You had never been so driven in your life to put yourself in danger over another person, and though it may be due to attachment, you felt pride in how confident you were right now. You hardly ever were.

Anakin didn’t speak, just looked down, and so you turned back around, preparing the controls and such before it was time for him to make a final decision.

“Master Windu gave you strict orders to protect me,” Padme said, looking at you before looking at him. “And I’m going with her, to help Obi-Wan.”

“If you’re planning on protecting her, you’ll just have to come along,” you said in addition to her statement.

Padme had also turned around, helping you to get the ship in the air, while Anakin smirked behind the two of you. He’d be damned not to admit it, but the women he’d met in this galaxy were some of the strongest beings ever known. He was always so empowered by watching yours and Padme’s strength, though both of you were strong in different ways, with Padme being more resilient as a politician, and you being physically more of a worthy opponent. You both did your duties with strength and pure will.

Once the ship was in the air, and heading towards the correct destination, you handed over the controls to Anakin, knowing he was a far better pilot than you were. That was something you would need to work on in the future if you were to ever go on a starfighter mission with your master. Of course, you need a master to go on missions with, and if you were unable to save Obi-Wan, you were unsure of what you would do.

You sat in one of the small chambers of the ship, leaning your head against the wall and closing your eyes for only a moment. You’d thought that maybe that would bring you peace, and your head would dull out the noise that echoed loudly in the force. You shot your eyes open the very next second, realizing that, no, it did not make it better, only worse. The noise and pressure that weighed on you was heavy, and you supposed your deep connection to the force, and its way of using you as an instrument were the reason for that. Jedi were the force made living beings, but consulars were always known to be deeply connected to it in ways the other Jedi weren’t as gifted with.

“Hey,” Padme sat beside you in the confined space, and though there was little room, you couldn’t seem to mind her company. Her presence was soothing. “This must be the reason for your-”

“Yes,” you cut her off, but not to be rude. You didn’t want to hear another person say it when you had been feeling and thinking about it all day and yesterday. It plagued you to no end and you wished it away, but that wouldn’t happen until you knew Obi-Wan’s fate was secure on the safe side of things. “I hate admitting when I’m afraid, but right now it’s the only feeling I can seem to have.”

“It’s perfectly normal to be afraid. It’s our human nature to be scared when someone we love is in danger.”

She picked up your hand, which was nervously fidgeting by your robes beside you. She squeezed it and smiled at you reassuringly, and you let out a deep breath, trying to remember how to combat this feeling that swarmed in your stomach. Obi-Wan had taught you many ways, in fact, to sure yourself of the ache that your anxiety caused you in situations like this… but truthfully there had never been a situation like this. The time when you were captured, and tortured in the grasp of Count Dooku, it had been you going through the pain and suffering. You couldn’t bear to let Obi-Wan endure that. It would hurt you far worse than anything you had to deal with yourself.

“If I can’t save him, I will never forgive myself,” you looked up at her with eyes full of tears, yet to be spilled onto your cheeks, which were growing red by the second. “If he dies-”

“We will find that before that happens. We have to believe that he is still alive.”

“I know he’s alive, I can feel it,” you told her, and she breathed a breath of relief. It was a tricky thing, yours and Obi-Wan’s force bond. It was something that could either bring peace to you, or alternatively, anguish. It would only be a matter of time, and you’d hoped that you would not fail to arrive before they tried to kill him. “My biggest fear has always been that I would fail him, and now that his life is on the line, I can’t seem to control myself anymore. Using my feelings has always been a useful tool in battle, but now I sense they have taken me over, and are using me instead.”

Padme listened to the words with great focus, trying her hardest to come up with a wise piece of advice, but she had never been one to use the force, or even know much about it. She could only offer you her encouragement, which is what she did.

“You are stronger than almost anyone I’ve met, and I know you will make the right decisions when the time comes. I’m sure by the end, Obi-Wan will be back by your side where he belongs.”

You smiled and nodded in thanks. As young as she was, she was wise beyond her years, as you’d hoped to be by the time you became a Jedi Knight.

-

Geonosis was a drab planet, not drabber than Tatooine, thank the maker. It was still not a most wonderful placed for your usual Jedi attire. Any place where the suns shined onto a desert was a place you likely did not want to be, but under the current circumstances, you’d do your time here.

The base on this planet was not just a base, but a factory, which you’d vaguely remembered about from Obi-Wan’s message.

“Where are you going?” Anakin asked you, trying to make his own way through the place, with the droids and Padme following close on his tracks.

“Wherever the force takes me,” you raised an eyebrow, about to go down a pathway which seemed like the way to a trap, but you felt a pull coming from that direction. “Go ahead without me, if it’s a dead end, I’ll catch up.”

You knew it wasn’t going to be a dead end, and so did Anakin, but he nodded anyway, continuing on his own path. Dead ends were rare among the Jedi, because as a Jedi, you can use your lightsaber to simply create another path with seconds. There was no such thing as a permanent dead end.

You felt the pull get stronger as you went, but before you knew it, you were backing away out of sight. Droids were pacing the hallway, and it was a wonder you went unnoticed just now. You were hoping to make a diversion somehow and looked around to find some sort of object. There were processing units with manning droids at the end of the hall, and you tried, as discretely as possible, to make it malfunction. You should have known, in all of your years of training, you were never discrete. The droid’s mechanical arms went failing about, and within seconds they were distracting the other droids in the hall. You snuck passed them and soon gained access to a doorway, which of course was sealed shut and there was no way in without an access code.

“Kriff,” you said, feeling the presence you’d been looking for this whole time. It was right on the other side of this door. He was on the other side of this door. You closed your eyes and tried to focus, but you were quickly interrupted with a hand on your shoulder.

“Lovely to see you again, young Padawan.”

Count Dooku.

-

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House Of Memories (13/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: bad dreams, angst, confessions?? kinda idk

Summary: You travel with Anakin and Padme to the planet of Tatooine, hoping to find Anakin’s mother before something bad happens. You begin to feel more anxiety about Obi-Wan’s position, wanting to leave your station to help him.

A/n: i hate this chapter, it’s kind of a filler to move along the plot, anyways literally don’t even read it, disregard it completely.

Words: 2k

Anakin had mediated that morning, feeling a horrible feeling about his mother, outside of the world of his dreams. It was a reality, she was going through something awful, and he needed to get to her. Anakin had insisted to Padme that she should stay on Naboo, with you as her security until he could return, but she protested, her true feelings showing through when she told him she would come with him.

That’s how you came to be here, after a long flight, sitting in the home of the Lars family farm. Owen, Anakin’s step sibling as it would come to be, was a very good and gentle man, you quite liked being in his and his girlfriend’s presence. They led a much simpler life than you, not one you quite envied, but one you could see yourself one day settling into upon leaving the Order. You swore you never would, but seeing the galaxy in full, you began to wonder if maybe it could be a possibility, to explore, and to settle, eventually.

Cliegg, the man who had married Anakin’s mother, was sitting at the head of the table, telling Anakin what had happened to the very person he had come so far for. The natives, the sand people in the desert, making homes out of the dun sea among other places on Tatooine, had capture her, held her hostage in their camps. Anakin seemed outraged, but he was of course too sensitive to take it out on the poor family who had actually been around her when it happened.

“Where are you going?” Owen asked, his head tilting up in a curious manner. You knew exactly where he was going.

“To find my mother.”

“No, Ani,” Padme tried to stop him, knowing it was dangerous, and that he was treading out to meet an unknown enemy. You knew he would be fine; you just hope that he didn’t massacre an entire race because they kidnapped his mother. Perhaps you should go with him?

“Your mother is dead, son. Accept it,” Cliegg tried his best to keep the young Skywalker from going out alone, and you didn’t have the guts to tell him he shouldn’t, but you were slightly concerned for him should he not find what he’s looking for.

“I can feel her pain, and I will find her. I know she’s alive.”

With his last word, you knew you had to let him go. You understood what it was to feel the pain of someone you love and be expected to shut it out for the cause of the mission. You were trying your absolute best to hold out on hope that Obi-Wan was alright, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was hunting him.

“Thank you for letting us into your home, you’ve been very gracious,” you thanked them, seeing that Anakin and Padme had abruptly left the room, no other words being said.

“Of course, anyone who was connected to Shmi is welcome with us.”

You stood up, nodding to the three that were left around the table before making your exit also, offering as warm smile as you left, heading out to one of the ledges that overlooked the sandy dunes. Anakin was mounting a speeder-bike, ready to ride away at a moment’s notice. Of course, he wouldn’t leave without an encouraging embrace from Padme, whom you suspected got over her intense argument with him over their relationship.

You crossed your legs, placing your hands over your knees. You closed your eyes and inhaled deep breaths, the way Obi-Wan had taught you to meditate. He’d taught you so well, and it was the very reason you were able to reach out to him right now, trying to find out if he was alright. You searched the far corners of the galaxy, other signatures coming in and out of your range, but none of them being familiar enough for you to hold onto. You finally reached the space that you’d found his presence lurking in last time, but it wasn’t there. It wasn’t even close. You kept searching, brows furrowing as the vast expanse kept blowing past around your mind. It was like his signature no longer existed on an ethereal plane. You knew it wasn’t gone, because part of it was still calling out to you, from where, you had no idea, but it had to be alive and strong for him to project it that far away. Perhaps the danger was past, and now that he felt safe, he tried to find your signature again. You were trying your best, but every attempt seemed to only be getting you further away from success.

You huffed, trying to focus, and let the force guide you, rather than you use the force to guide yourself.

You felt a flicker of light, and a feeling of warmth, but it wasn’t physical, it was purely in your mental state. surrounding you, making you glow from the inside. You thought that maybe you’d found him, and were about to hold tight to his signature, branching your own out to perhaps get a feeling back from him, something, anything to indicate that he was alright. You extended your presence to him like a hand pulling someone away from trouble, but as soon as you made contact with the signature, it spit you back out like the days before.

You opened your eyes, feeling you heart rate climb and your hands begin to shake. He really was in trouble. You hoped Anakin would not take too long, because you wanted nothing more than to leave this planet and go find wherever Obi-Wan was.

“Pardon me, Jedi?” you heard a soft voice beside you, and you jolted at the sudden interruption of your mind. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

It was that sweet girlfriend of Owen, her name was Beru, you think. She smiled timidly in your presence; her hands folded like she was carefully contemplating something to say.

“It’s alright,” you shook your head a little, hoping she didn’t get the idea that you were a rude Jedi. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, I hate to bother you, but we seem to be having trouble with our heater… Owen’s father said that perhaps you wouldn’t mind using your abilities to help us get it working.”

“Of course, I’ll see what I can do.”

When she led you inside, she pointed to the stove burner, which had completely been turned to the highest level it could be, without a single flame protruding.

You walked up, and upon closer inspection, the connecter to the gas lighter was broken horribly. You weren’t very good at fixing things like Anakin was, your mechanic abilities were rather underdeveloped, as Obi-Wan so kindly put it. Truth be told, he didn’t want you to focus on the more technical things, for he believed a consular of your class would excel to assignments far greater than mending a broken stove burner… but, here you were, wishing you’d taken Anakin up on his offer to learn at least a few simple things.

“I’m not sure I could fix it for you,” you told them, a little embarrassed at being a Jedi learner, standing in the kitchen of another family and looking like a complete idiot. “What is it you need heated?”

“Just this kettle,” Owen showed you, holding up the large metal caldron that was hanging over the heater before it had broken.

“That’s not too bad,” you said, taking it from his hands and hanging it back on the hook above the stove. You closed your eyes again, hoping you hadn’t exhausted your force abilities by trying to find Obi-Wan.

“What are you going to do?” Beru asked, very excitedly coming over to witness. She had never met a Jedi before today, and by now she’d had the pleasure of bringing two into their home.

“Something I had to learn to do when Anakin took all the hot water from the ‘fresher,” you joked, raising your hand and closing your eyes. That was technically the exact reason why you’d learned you could do this but figured it best to remain as a joke. You inhaled, focus, and exhaled, heating the inner contents of the kettle without having used any help from the heater.

They all looked on in amazement, thankful for the help they had received. You lowered your hand and shook your head a few times to snap out of it. You were definitely pushing your limits with how many needless uses of the force you were making yourself endure.

You politely excused yourself, going to the room they’d assigned for you and Padme. She was still awake, but lying down in one of the small cots, looking as sleepy as you supposed you were.

“You seem to be popular among our hosts,” she said, looking up and resting her head on her elbow.

You really didn’t want to talk, because you knew you would probably make no sense in your dreary state, so you just smiled, rolling your eyes playfully at her in response and then laid down in the cot across from her.

“You’ve been thinking about him today, haven’t you?” She asked, picking up on your subtle clues but deciphering them slightly wrong. It was technically the reason you were so tired; the strength was drained from you by your overuse of the force, and what you were using it to find.

“Yes,” you turned to face her, though your eyes were falling fast with every minute passed. “I think he need’s my help, I don’t want anything to happen to him.”

“I understand. You feel greatly for him, it must cause you pain to feel what he feels,” she paused, laying back down and looking at the ceiling, which was purely drab compared to what she was used to. It was simple though, and humble. “How does it work?”

“How does what work?” You kept on, knowing that the moment you fell asleep it would probably be into a nightmare about Obi-Wan.

“Your bond to him, how you can feel him when he’s not even there?” She was so curious, and she held a childlike innocence in the way she asked you these things.

“I’m not really sure. It’s been there since I met him, so I’ve never been without it. I haven’t really asked him about it, either. It always just seemed so natural, I guess it never crossed my mind that there was a reason for it.”

It seemed to fascinate her, how you had used this ability all your life, but didn’t know much of it, and didn’t realize how much of a gift it is.

“I just know it’s always been a comfort to me; he’s always been a comfort to me,” you fell deep into the feelings you held for him, the love, and the admiration. They embraced you, and helped you feel a little at ease, though it was hard to keep that sense of calm when the next moment you were raking your mind of why these thoughts were so important. “That’s why I feel that something is badly wrong. I can’t lose him, Padme.”

“He’s your Anakin,” she summed it up, finally admitting to herself, and out loud to you about her strong feelings for your fellow padawan, while addressing your love for your Jedi Master.

“He’s everything.”

-

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House Of Memories (12/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: bad dreams, angst, confessions?? kinda idk

Summary: You tell Padme what has been weighing on your mind since your meditation, and later that night Anakin dreams of his mother

A/n: okay this is the second update, you all have been fed, now let me sleep… zzZZ

Words: 2.8k

Anakin had earlier today expressed to you some feelings about how things were going with Padme, claiming that he had, and I quote, ‘Warmed her up to the idea of being together, but can’t get her to commit to it.’

He told you about the kiss on the balcony, though you’d already seen that when it happened. You were sympathetic with him and wanted to help in any way you could. The way he described her to you, you knew he was deeply in love. He had told you that nothing was worse than a love you knew was reciprocated yet you could not act on it. You could think of one thing worse. Unrequited love. A love so unconditional, that it would never waiver, and never leave you. A love that would torment you as long as you lived because you would know the other person your heart was meant for did not feel the same for you. You knew that it was your fate, and you’d accepted it a while ago. Now, you swore you would make it your business to ensure that Anakin did not feel the same pain you did every day.

You had organized a picnic with her kitchen staff, that very night, letting Anakin surprise her with the romantic outing the next day, just the two of them. Anakin was more than capable of keeping her safe, and you needed some time, uninterrupted, to meditate.

As well as you were handling this first mission on your own, even with Anakin by your side, you felt homesick. Home is where the heart is, so no, you did not yearn to be back on Coruscant. Quite the opposite, actually. This planet was so graceful in so many ways, you loved the atmosphere, and the beauty in everything you saw. Your heart was aching for another reason. Home is where the heart is, and your heart, whether he’d accepted it or not, was with Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You meditated in the bright sun of the afternoon, connecting yourself to the force and letting it become one with you. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, reaching out across the expanse of the universe and trying to find it, the signature that kept you calm.

The council saw it when you were very young, the force bond you had with a certain at-the-time padawan learner. They knew he was the only one who could get through to you when you were scared, or when you were having a hard time behaving with the other children. Others might say it was just because you were fond of each other, but it went much deeper than that. It went to a place that was now a bit rare in the order. You could find each other’s presence, even when one of you was off-world, and you could grab hold of the other’s signature. It was a gift that most Jedi never received, and you were grateful to have it be a part of you. You didn’t know what you would do without the constant comfort of Obi-Wan’s force presence.

You reached out further into the vast expanse, in a timeless place, where silence ruled the outer space. The heat of the sun was belting down onto your skin, but not a burn it left, only warmth, and a few drops of sweat to your brow. It was accommodated by the fresh breeze, blowing into your face and picking up a few strands of hair, lifting them around with a small gust each time.

You finally found it, the familiar signature, and reached out to grab hold of it, but something was blocking you from doing so. You hesitated, then reached out again, trying your best to subdue any doubts that may have caused you to fail the first time. You didn’t think that had been the problem, though, and it wasn’t. He was blocking you out. On purpose. He never did that. Even when he had been fairly annoyed with you, he always welcomed your signature, claiming that it soothed him, the vibrant nature of it.

“Obi?” you whispered, mostly to yourself, attempting one more time to grab hold and keep it tightly. Again, you were spat back out on the other side, but there was fear in the rejection. There was pain, and there was fear. There was an immense amount of weight you felt on top of you, and you opened your eyes, disconnecting from your time of meditation to realize what the situation must be. Obi-Wan was in trouble, and from what you could feel, it was most likely a mortal danger.

You stood up, trying to settle your breathing before you started walking around the grounds to see if Padme and Anakin had returned yet. It appeared that they had, and you went to see if you could sneak a conversation with Anakin.

“How was your picnic?” Your cheerful voice entering the room would have led them to believe that nothing was the matter with you. You could put on a facade if you needed to.

“Absolutely wonderful. Your fellow padawan was very good company, I thank you for organizing it for us,” she said, standing up from her seat to greet you. Her politeness was ever so strong, you wished you could be that polite. Obi-Wan was that polite, too.

“No need to thank me, though I made the arrangements, it was originally his idea.”

“Well, either way, I thank you for assisting. If you both will excuse me, I will go and get changed for dinner, then we may discuss more,” she told you both, walking out to meet her hand maid that had been waiting at the door since they both arrived back.

You waited until they had gone out of earshot, peeking around the corner to be sure that they had left, then you turned back to Anakin, the worried look coming across your eyes very quickly.

“Anakin, something has happened,” you told him, but he seemed to be off in wonderland, smiling as he laid his head against the large chair.

“Yes, it has, she’s finally starting to consider me as a real option, and I think I’m going to tell her tonight.”

“Tell her what?” you allowed the conversation to take a slight detour on account of your curiosity.

“That I love her,” he said, the dopiest look upon his features, but it suited him well. Perhaps you wouldn’t tell Anakin about your meditation just yet. Though at times he claimed that your shared master slowed him down, he cared for Obi-Wan dearly, as if they were family, and he would give up his chance at happiness to save him if something were really wrong.

“That’s wonderful, Anakin.”

“It is… I know you don’t understand it, but love lifts you higher than any place in the galaxy. It’s made me realize things about myself that I never thought could be true,” he stated, his voice so full of admiration, not even for Padme at the moment, but just the feelings he had for her.

You knew exactly what he meant, and contrary to his belief, you did understand it. You hadn’t been able to share one on one moments with Obi-Wan like he had with Padme, but you believed that if it were ever a thing to happen, you would cherish the moments and keep them close to you all the days of your life. The best days you’ve had have been by his side. You supposed you had some alone time after you’d been kidnapped. You were in the med unit for two days, constantly being pumped full of substances like bacta and magsol for the pain. He’d sat by your bed for as many hours a day as they would allow him to, and he would hold your hand, or read you a book from the archives. You weren’t even conscious the whole time those moments happened, but you stored away every memory you could keep, and brought them to the surface some nights when you felt lonely.

“I hope one day I can experience a love like yours and Padme’s,” and you spoke it with the truth. It was all you’d ever wanted.

You hoped that perhaps after dinner you would be able to tell him, or maybe even Padme about what you felt was wrong, but for now, you left the room, readying yourself to have a meal with the both of them.

-

After dinner, they seemed to have held a rather tension filled conversation, for they split apart, and you couldn’t seem to talk to one about the other without them trying desperately to change the subject.

You supposed you would do just that, as you sat in Padme’s bed quarters, helping her into her nighttime attire as she sent home her handmaid early. She’d told you that she was sorry to ask of your assistance, but that the maid had a sick daughter she had only then warned Padme of. You loved to hear of her kindness and had no problem of helping her with the things she needed it.

“I didn’t want to spoil the mood earlier; I know you and-” You cut yourself off, wondering if you should even mention him, but decided that they would have to get over themselves eventually. “I know you and Anakin had a lovely time this afternoon.”

“That’s alright, what troubles you?”

You took in a deep breath, unsure of how to phrase it to her. It was sometimes hard to explain your force bond with Obi-Wan to others you weren’t well acquainted with the force, but she was intelligent, and you knew she would catch on rather quickly.

“I meditated today, for the first time since arriving. I always try and find my master’s presence when I do. His signature calms me,” you paused, seeing that she had already taken to your words with understanding, awaiting you to continue. “I found it, but it seemed to be blocked, like he was keeping me out. I felt anguish with it, and I think he’s in trouble.”

“Master Kenobi is a capable man, I’m sure if there was any danger, he probably only blocked you out as a precaution to keep you safe.”

You nodded, knowing that perhaps she was right, and perhaps you were being horribly paranoid over nothing… but maybe you weren’t. You knew your master like no one in this galaxy. You’d known him longer than Anakin even did, and paid close attention to every little detail of his being… something just felt off.

“You could be right, I could be worrying over nothing,” your eyebrows furrowed, and you took a deep breath in with closed eyes before admitting what you’d only ever told to one more person, who just so happened to be a Sith Lord, “I just feel connected to him, and I can sometimes feel what he feels. I think…”

You hesitated. Did you really want to tell her? Not that you didn’t trust her, but you weren’t sure if you wanted someone you knew closer to you to have this information. That would make it real. It was already real, but it was a mystery, yet to be unwrapped. This would present itself as an open book, telling her would.

You almost wanted it to be real. You wished it was. Maybe telling someone with experience in that area could help you to understand the depth of your love, and what you were willing to do to keep it.

“I think I feel the same way for Obi-Wan that Anakin feels about you,” you sighed out the rest of the air in your lungs after you let out your words. Your heart raced at the confession, even to someone who wasn’t him. You were happier having said it out loud. “I love him.”

“Oh,” she said, processing everything this brought to the table. She had just had this conversation with Anakin, about how they would be forced to live secret lives, hiding their love in the shrouds of darkness if they were to let it continue. Of course, perhaps being within the same order could help things. “I see.”

“If I have brought discomfort to you upon sharing these things-”

“No, you haven’t. I just wonder,” she wanted to be kind, but having known the age and status of Master Kenobi, she doubted it was a possibility of the two of you sharing the same feeling. She didn’t want to encourage something that could only hurt you in the future, she liked you far too much for that. “Does Obi-Wan know of your feelings?”

“No, I could never tell him. I don’t believe I should tell Anakin either. He would only become more aggressive towards Obi-Wan.”

“I understand. I want you to know you have my strictest confidence in what you have shared with me,” she stood, facing you and reaching out for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to ensure you she was telling the truth.

“Thank you, really you have no idea what it means to me to have a friend in you.”

With that, you helped ready her for bed, then left, going back to the shared room you’d been keeping with Anakin for the time you’d been here. He had made a joke about you waking up one morning and he’d be gone, probably in the senator’s room, but it had yet to happen, so you refrained from joking about it further.

You settled onto the bed across from his, ready to sleep with the exhaustion the day had given you, but as soon as your head hit the pillow, you heard it. The soft words from Anakin’s mouth as he slept.

“No,” he got louder, beginning to move around.

He was having a nightmare. You sensed it upon the intensity of it growing in the confines of his mind. It was his mother again. She was in danger.

“Please, no,” he cried, probably loud enough to reach the other rooms on the other side of the walls.

You climbed out of bed, going to his and kneeling down gently next to him, you tried not to wake him, because waking Anakin in the middle of the night, nightmare or not, was a dangerous action.

“Shhh,” you tried to calm him, placing both hands at the side of his head, and focusing your energy on his mind.

Normally it was quite easy to draw away any bad things that swirled around in there, pulling them all out and replacing them with only good things. It had become rather hard this time, and when you locked onto the nightmare, it stuck to you, like your tunic to your back when you were sweaty from training, it would not peel away from you, and you began to see the horrors that he did. You started to panic, unable to leave the nightmare, or even his mind for that matter.

You freaked out, sending a jolt through the both of you, waking him as he sat up straight, and causing you to fall back into the headboard. He turned to you, breathing rapidly, checking his surroundings for anything irregular and settling on the fact that you were there with him.

“What happened?” he wasn’t asking about the nightmare; you knew that much. You were there experiencing it with him, and it was brutal.

“I tried to take it away… It wouldn’t leave you, and it tried to hold me in with it.”

You’d heard of visions through the force, small scenes from the future. You hated to admit it, but they were impenetrable, unlike dreams, which you could easily take away or alter to your liking. If this was truly one of those visions, then that meant…

“It felt so real,” he let out, and you nodded.

It was a good few minutes before he even tried to sleep again, only on your offer that you would try and guide his mind to a state of unconsciousness.

There were several failed attempts before it became so late that the sun was peaking over the ridge of the far most lake you could see. You weren’t going to give up on him, he needed his rest, but you feared your efforts were making you more tired and causing you to fail.

“You should probably get to bed; I’m going to meditate for a while,” he said, sitting up next to you and patting your shoulder. You could barely keep your eyes open, but you’d be damned if you’d let him tell you what to do when it wasn’t mission related.

“I’m fine, I don’t want you to have to stay up,” you muttered through a yawn, proving his point and dismissing your own completely.

“Thank you, but no. You always take care of me, it’s time I do the same for you.”

He picked you up up off of his bed and carried you to your own, where you weren’t even able to adjust to a more comfortable position before you were out like a light.

-

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House Of Memories (11/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: a kiss- oop, fluff, angst, more fluff

Summary: You begin to witness Anakin and Padme falling in love, and hope that one day you may have the same luxury with your Master.

A/n: there will be a second update tonight bc i missed yesterday’s…. BUT I WAS GOING INSANE OVER OBI-WAN’S COSTUME CHANGE???

Words: 2.2k

The order to escort the senator back to her planet came swiftly, and though you and Anakin were nervous to embark on an assignment for the first time without Obi-Wan, you pretended to be overly confident, making everyone around you believe that you had no doubts. Everyone except for your master, of course.

You sat next to him in the transport, waiting for it to reach the station. Padme and Anakin sat across from you, and you watched as they happily conversed, not daring to chime in. You were pleased they were having a nice flight by all means, and you wondered if you might be able to hold an interaction with Obi-Wan the same way until you’d arrived.

You were still a little nervous about being away from him on this mission and knew that if you wanted to say something about it, now was the time.

“Master?” You turned to him, unknowing he had already been looking at you and watching your nervous mannerisms. You had red on your face upon realizing how close you were, and dropped your head when the next words came out. “I feel like I’m not ready to accomplish this assignment without your guidance.”

He knew. He sensed it in your signature, floating around in the air, thick with a kind of anxiety he’d only ever seen when you were having a nightmare. Truly you werent worried about him, were you?

“I understand, little one. It’s always a little nerve-wracking whenever we first venture out on our own. Most often we feel that since our responsibility is greater that we will end up being a disappointment.”

You nodded, without looking at him you took in his words to heart, storing them away for later use.

He lifted your head with his finger beneath your chin, trying to get you to look at him. You did so without hesitation upon feeling his signature embrace yours, calming your fears.

“I want you to listen to me,” he said softly, his gaze wandered your face momentarily and you wondered if he may have been admiring your features the way you did for him just now. “As long as you remember your training, and keep following the path of the light, you will never disappoint me.”

“Thank you, Master,” you let your gaze linger perhaps a bit longer than was necessary, but still you were the one to look away first, seeing that across from you, Anakin and Padme were talking, laughing like nothing was wrong. “I will try and make you proud.”

He was smiling softly, and there were only a few words on his mind.

“You already have.”

-

The planet of Naboo was purely the most gorgeous place you’d ever seen, and only one person being here with you could make it better.

You found yourself letting Anakin take the lead, doing as he instructed mist if the time. You were sure that if anything happened you could step in, but as you both had discussed earlier, it was important that Padme see him as a man who knew what he was doing. You supposed that made much sense. In her mind she was still trying to come to terms with his adulthood, and being a leader was a good way to show her he was now grown and capable.

You’d been here a few days now, and the efforts to make her see him romantically seemed to be working very well. You’d catch her sending him looks across the room, or while they stood by each other, you would lag behind to ‘chaperone’ their encounters.

The lake country was beautiful, and Padme had told you once of a most beautiful flower that had grown on this side of the property. You’d been eager to see it, because it supposedly resembled that of a blue heart. You didn’t have many flowers on Coruscant, only the ones that had been imported from other planets.

You had spotted a bush of them from far away, as the three of you walked to a balcony overlooking the lakes and an island that sat amongst them. You quietly excused yourself from their presence, although you doubted that they had even noticed your absence.

You ran down the steps, your robes swishing back and forth after you with excited footsteps. You saw the plant up close for the first time and became entranced. It was the first time you’d even truly seen a flower glow that way in the sunlight, the petals seeming to change colors from different angles of viewing. You had seen imported plants from many different places, and been on planets where there was much greenery, but you would put all the others to shame for this one flower. It seemed to sparkle like a diamond in the center, the crystal buds in the middle were shimmering as if they knew you were watching them with amazement.

You always liked the color blue. It reminded you of Obi-Wan. His saber color was blue, but just off blue. It was the most soothing color you had maybe ever witnessed, and you remember as a child, going to Ilum for the first time with Master Yoda and the other younglings, ready to get your first Kyber crystal. You were so convinced it was going to be blue, and you had hoped so long for it.

You remember a day before going, when Obi-Wan had explained to you the significance of the trip you would take. He showed you his lightsaber up close, which you always noticed was strapped to his hip. You had no idea the importance of the weapon, the one in which you carried now at all times, depending on it in times of need to defend yourself. He let your small hands hold in up, if only for a few seconds, and you became instantly excited when he showed you the crystal chamber, explaining that you would soon have one, just like him.

The other younglings were so happy to finally find out their saber color and didn’t care what is was as long as they got one, knowing that someday it would help them to become a real Jedi.

When it was your turn, you were disappointed to get a green crystal like the one Master Yoda had. You didn’t understand at the time the wonderful thing it was to be a green saber, because you had not yet been taught what the meaning of it was. You only knew you were sad because all the other kids got blue crystals, and you didn’t. You were sad because now you couldn’t be like Obi.

He had been so encouraging that day when you returned. He had a day off and was curious to find out what you’d gotten. Truthfully, he predicted it before you even left. You had the true makings of a consular, strong with the force and wise beyond your years, with all the diplomatic and peaceful characteristics you also carried, he knew you’d be a green saber like his Master Qui-Gon.

“It’s green,” you held it up to him with a frown on your face. Seven years old, and more than distraught at something that should be celebrated. “I don’t like it.”

“Why not?” He helped you up into the desk he was formerly reading at, trying to see what the problem was.

“I wanted it to be blue like yours,” you trialed off, staring at the rigid green crystal in your hands. It was the color of frogs, and you didn’t like frogs. They were slimy.

“Oh, but little one, a green saber means very good things. Would you like me to tell you?”

You nodded simply, not convinced over his argument. It was green, and it was ugly, and it was never going to be blue, so you hated it. It was already connected to you, tethered through the force, but you hated it.

“It means you are very strong with the force, more so than myself, more than the others you train with. It also means you are wise, you will be able to learn and do things with greater understanding than most people ever will. You are also a good peace keeper, and though you may not start battles, you’ll always know how to end them.”

You liked the sound of being wiser than anyone you knew. You were always having to prove to some of the mean boys of your class that you were smarter than them and more capable, now you had the green crystal to prove it. You didn’t like bragging though, it made you feel bad to put other below you, so perhaps you wouldn’t say anything at all.

“Does this mean you won’t be my Master?” you asked quietly, looking back up at him with a sad expression. You knew that often times Padawans had saber colors that reflected that of their Masters. It was often to do with the force abilities. Obi-Wan knew that your abilities would probably far outweigh his own once you were grown, but wasn’t going to let that stop him from training you to the best of his ability.

“I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you become my padawan someday, I promise,” he held his pink finger up to you, and you smiled. He always kept his promises, whether it was sneaking you extra desert before bed, or staying up later than he usually did just to read you a story in the library before your curfew. He was a good promise keeper.

You took his pinky with yours, shaking it back and forth a few times before jumping off the desk and beginning to run away.

“Little one?” he stopped you before you left the area completely, “I think your crystal is a lovely color, remember to embrace it.”

And you did, from that day forward. You were proud of your saber color and its meaning, and the force abilities inside of you that made it come to be. You always thought that blue and green looked the best together anyways. Blue on blue was repetitive and boring.

You ignited your lightsaber in front of you, holding it up to the flower to prove your point, the way they both glowed respectively beside one another made you smile.

You nearly chopped on of the flower heads off on accident for the accelerated heartrates you sensed. You turned around quickly, seeing Padme and Anakin standing at the balcony, leaning into each other with the upmost sincerity as their lips danced together in a beautiful pattern.

You smiled, looking away a moment later to think about it to yourself.

'I’m happy for you Anakin,’ you thought, wishing that the one you loved could someday love you in return.

Your generation of Jedi headed the rules well, but just like every generation, things changed ever so slightly when the new one came in. The other Jedi in training, the ones that were yours and Anakin’s age, they all thought that perhaps attachment was only a bad thing when it could make you corrupt, which is what you thought. You knew your attachment to Obi-Wan could never make you corrupt, because your love for him was so pure, it made you feel closer to the light.

Obi-Wan was nothing if not a perfect example of following the rules, even when he was upset with the council, he always made sure he had permission from them before he did something that may be dangerous or irrational. He could never feel the same way as you did, because he probably felt that attachments of any kind, good or bad, were not to be explored simply because the order forbid it.

You saw the blue of the flower in front of you nearly begin to wither at how forcefully you must have been projecting your thoughts around you. You hated that it affected the living things around you, but you couldn’t bear to keep it pent up inside yourself.

You backed away from it and went to check on Anakin and Padme, needing any sort of distraction to keep your thoughts away from you.

When you’d come back to the balcony, the tension was still thick, but they had gotten back to standing a respective distance from one another, now.

“I can cross that flower off the list, it was absolutely lovely.”

“I’m so delighted you were able to see it. We have so much rare plant life here, it’s a shame so many will never know its beauty,” Padme stepped away from Anakin, who seemed, for lack of a better word, shaken.

“I must say, I was nervous to embark on this journey without my master, but this planet as well as your company have made it worthwhile.”

She smiled that brilliant smile of hers, a sweet twinkle in her eyes as she took your arm in hers and began walking away from the terrace. Anakin followed, begrudgingly, and you noticed right away that there was something wrong. You wouldn’t be able to tell for the next few hours, as long as you were in the presence of Padme.

-

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House Of Memories (15/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: some angst, more darkside mentions, canon typical violence, feelings (a lot of them) oh and also !!SPOILER!!: obi-wan takes his shirt off

Summary: The execution of Anakin, Padme, and Obi-Wan does not rule well in Count Dooku’s favor, but when he makes his escape, Obi-Wan and Anakin are left battered, and it’s up to you and Padme to pick up the pieces.

A/n: hi welcome to episode 15, otherwise known as my favorite part of this series… oh boy you guys don’t understand I’m rlly excited ab this part bc it’s the beginning of other plotlines down the road okay anyways enjoy

Words: 5.4k (bc it’s the best part)

“I didn’t expect to see you so soon after our last meeting, young one.”

The insidious voice of Count Dooku rang about your ears as he and four guards escorted you down the hallway, away from where Obi-Wan was.

“Did you miss our time together?” He played at you, trying to get you riled up. The last time he saw you it was to try and turn you to the dark side. You figured he would try again, subtler this time, but still with a driving motivation.

“I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work,” you spat in his direction, though he was slightly in front of you and could not witness the deathly glare you were burning into the back of his head.

“I think that you may change your mind after today.”

You jerked in the hands of whoever just grabbed you, letting their fingers wander a little too low for your liking, before you used the force to throw that singular guard away from you. You knew you couldn’t get away from all of them, much less Dooku, so you settled for the small amount of pay back. He chuckled in his deep voice, rather fond of your annoyed antics.

“Already you are so mischievous, surely you can see why I find such potential in you,” he asked, turning to you with a raised brow.

“Whatever you have planned, whatever you think may turn me, you have wasted your time yet again.”

“Oh, I’m not sure about that,” he brought you to a small room, not a torture chamber, as you’d been expecting. “You are strong in yourself, harming you physically would do us no good anymore.”

You sat down upon being forcefully shoved by one of the other guards, pushing his luck after what happened to the last one.

“Like I said before, my path is chosen, you’ll have to kill me before I follow the darkness.”

You were proud of the way you stood up to him, but lost all feeling if confidence upon seeing his grin, like he’d been waiting for you to say those exact words. He sat down across from you, leaning back in his chair and watching closely your reaction.

“Not you, young one. But someone you are rather… fond of,” he teased, watching your mind put the pieces together. “Kenobi has trained you well, but without him, I wonder if you should be so strong to resist the call of the darkside.”

You laughed, and he looked at you quizzically. The rapid beating of heart heart gave you away, but you seemed so unbothered by his threat to your master, the one you loved dearly. He didn’t know how to interpret your actions and your emotions.

“Funny, you think you can kill Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. Far more powerful men have tried, and he sent them limping away, cowering in fear.”

The Sith Lord was taken aback, no one had ever spoken to him like that before. You had fire in you, that was clear. If only he could find a way to harness it for his doing, you would be the most valuable asset to the separatist cause. Your power was still somewhat raw, and untamed. You couldn’t control it as much as you wish you could, and Dooku could sense that. He also sensed that you were driven more by your feelings than discipline. This was a rather fortunate reason why his plan could work so well.

“Rest assured, he will be outnumbered one hundred to one, myself included if it should come to it. He will die, and you will become myapprentice.”

You figured it out. Killing Obi-Wan was not just to leave you without a master, but a small step in a smart plan, with a deeper meaning that you did not pick up on before.

Killing Obi-Wan would make you angry, and miserable for the rest of your life. It would also make you fearful of facing anything without him ever again. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to destruction.

If Obi-Wan were to die at the hands of this man, you would not let him have the satisfaction of turning you over it, because you surely would. You would kill yourself, unwilling to let him use you as an instrument of evil. You weren’t going to let him get into your head, and you weren’t going to let him win this battle.

You weren’t going to let him kill Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“When does this execution take place?” You asked, your voice and face gave away nothing, but you were using the force to undo the restraints that held your hand behind your back. You knee Dooku had your lightsaber, and since you’d taken it back from him once, you knew it was likely you could do it again.

“As soon as I give the order. I ask you to reconsider once more, my offer stands that I will let him go if you accept. It would be such a shame to lose the one person you desire over such pride of the Jedi.”

He stood to his feet, beckoning his guards to come back and move you to a new location.

-

You sat among the grand crowd, being ushered to a seat in the front row, where you could not only see Obi-Wan. chained to a tall post, but also Padme and Anakin, who were being brought out on a chariot, like this was some damn parade. It was an execution, but they rolled them out as if they were meant for entertainment. You supposed this was for entertainment, however sick and twisted the people who watched it were.

You knew you had nothing to lose at this point, and since you were sat in front of the others, you knew they would not see as you closed your eyes, your hand which had broken free, reaching out only an inch away from you to help you connect. You searched your feelings to grab hold of Obi-Wan’s signature, and for the first time in days, he let it in, embracing it as well. He didn’t know you were here, only Anakin and Padme, as they were about to executed beside him.

You made sure that no other force presences were listening in, before you thought a message into the void, Obi-Wan hearing it in his head seconds later.

‘Master, I’m here,’ and when you saw his head snap upwards at the small whisper in his mind, you knew you’d reached him.

'What? Why?’ His loud and angry thought almost made you jolt in your seat, but you kept calm, hoping for the right time to steal back your lightsaber and get out of here. No mistakes, not like last time when you let your weakness get the better of you.

'I’ve come to get you out, Anakin and Padme, too.’

He sensed your presence and its location by now, looking up at the balcony to see that you seemed to be in a worse position than he was, sitting with the Sith Lord himself Count Dooku. His blood boiled just seeing him next to you, when clearly, he had been the one to do so much damage to you just a few short months ago. You almost died in his arms because of that man, and it enraged him to see you with him in any capacity.

'If he touches her, I’ll kill him,’ you didn’t think that thought was meant for you to hear, but you heard it anyway, his mind spiraling deeper into aggression the more he thought about this.

'I’m okay, so far he’s been civil,’ you gave a short reply to his words, and indeed the reaction you saw confirmed you weren’t meant to hear that previous thought.

'Stay where you are, I’ll figure something out.’

Like hell you were gonna stay put. This was an execution, and the moment you sensed he or the others were in imminent danger, you’d be off that balcony, finding a way down to the lower levels of this chaotic arena. It really was chaos, with creatures of different species and rank all here to watch the show. You wondered how demented someone had to be that they would watch this hideous display of violence for kicks.

They released several beasts into the center of the grounds, poking and prodding them till they began to go after your loved ones. You took a deep breath and tried to remain in your seat. You had no assurance that this was the time for you to leave, although everyone was distracted, a pull in the force kept you sitting for the time being.

“A little anxious, are we?” Dooku provoked you, but you shook your head, watching as each person down in the arena gained their advantage over the beast that was assigned to them.

“Of course not, they seem to be on top of things,” You nodded to Padme, who had climbed the entirety of the tower she was formerly chained to, whipping the Nexu in the face with her chains to keep it away from her. Anakin was harnessing the Reek, channeling his energy to control the creature. Obi-Wan, well, he was just dodging the humongous claws of the Acklay that chased him. He was doing a tremendous job, though, if you would say so yourself.

“I find that a bit more time in the arena will make them tired. They will succumb to my defeat, I assure you.”

You rolled your eyes and kept watching, beginning to understand, if only for a moment, the reason for watching this as entertainment. It was nerve-wracking, having people you love and care about in the middle of it all, but had it been three random galaxy-goers, you might find it thrilling. You shook that thought away, because if anyone was here, that meant they were prisoners, and were being forced into this arena against their living will.

“I find that in a bit more time, you will be swallowing the words you have so careless thrown around in my presence,” you looked back at him this time, expecting a scowl, or even a grimace, but instead you found a smirk, and a raised brow. He crossed his arms and looked down at you in your seat, but you turned back around upon feeling him try and enter your signature with his darkness. It was so uncomfortable, the dark. You hated it, and you were repulsed anytime it was mentioned that a tinge of it floated around in your veins from time to time.

Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padme, once chained and unable to find a way out, were all mounted on the mudhorn, riding around to find an exit to the arena, and that’s when it swarmed you. The hundreds of light side force signatures, previously guarding themselves, but now were fully exposed, and you looked behind you, watching as Mace Windu entered the area, and ignited his purple saber. He gave you a stern look, which you were quick to cower away from, but at the same time, you’d never been so glad to see Mace Windu in your life.

“Master Windu, how pleasant of you to join us,” Dooku kept his composure, though it seemed he’d been cornered.

“This party’s over.”

Jango Fett, the bounty hunter who stood by the blade of the Jedi Master, seemed unfazed, even with his young son by his side. You took the grand council member’s entrance as a distraction, standing up and using the force to pull your lightsaber in your hands, igniting it and preparing yourself for a battle if need be. You had Master Windu on your side for once, which did feel pretty empowering, you’d admit. You wished he was on your side more often.

“Brave, but foolish, my old Jedi friend. You are impossibly outnumbered,” Dooku spoke, still confident that he had the upper hand. So many Jedi had shown up to come and face them, you hoped it would be more than enough to succeed.

“I don’t think so,” Windu remarked with a slight chuckle under his breath.

“We will see.”

At the sight of battle droids coming down the hallway, you bolted, jumping over the high balcony and landing to the low ground with a roll to your shoulder. Mace Windu followed not after, and you stood side by side, deflecting blaster shots from an endless about of vulture droids which were oncoming to attack.

“I suppose I’ll be in trouble for this,” you said, but he was not in the mood to argue with a padawan at the moment. Or any time, really. Especially not you.

“Greatly, but we will not discuss this now,” he said, pulling two sabers from his belt and tossing them in your direction. If not for the force, you would have dropped them both, but thanks to your gifted abilities, they landed in the center of your palm. “Get these to your Master and Padawan Skywalker.”

“Alright,” you huffed, using him as cover as you ran to where the reek was standing, tossing them up as you kept your steps moving. They caught them with ease, and within no time, were fully armed, as Padme managed to strip a blaster from a droid.

You were never one to stand back and wait for your enemy to approach, so you jumped headfirst into the crowd of droids, slicing and blocking and pushing your hand in the direction of where you wanted the force to flow. You had not yet mastered it, but wall running was one of your favorite skills, and had aided you in beheading about fifteen droids in eight seconds flat. You smirked, looking at the burning pile of rubble, then moving onto the next section, where the beasts of the arena still run rampant.

“Master, head’s up,” you said, watching him duck as you threw your saber and let it slice into the leg of the Acklay. It lost its balance, but did not fall, so Obi-Wan chopped at the other legs until it was on the ground.

You kept blocking blaster shots from hitting him while he killed the beast completely, spinning his saber once and plunging it straight through the heart of the creature. His hair was sweaty, and fell in loose, untamed strands beside his face, and you couldn’t help but be distracted for only a moment, His heaving breaths, making his robes move along with the rhythm of his chest was also something you noticed, nearly slapping yourself in the face as you did. Focus, stupid.

“Are you alright, little one?” he came toward you, and it was quite hard for you to keep your eyes on the droids when you could feel his arm brush against yours now and again when he used his saber to block a shot.

“I’m fine. Let’s just finish this so we can go home,” you said, but right after, you took a shot to the shoulder, hissing in pain, but trying to regroup so you didn’t get shot again.

“Get behind me,” he said, but didn’t even allow you time to follow his instructions before he pulled your arm and stood in front of you.

“S'just a scratch,” which was all but true, but you were luckily still able to wield your saber one handed.

Scratch or not, these droids were simply so many in number, and as more Jedi began to fall, the more you felt the odds were against you. There were few of you left, and the droids had narrowed the area of the fight, so the Jedi were left in a small circle.

The droids had lowered their weapons, and among the halt, came a booming voice from the balcony you’d resided on earlier.

“Master Windu, you have fought gallantly. Worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi Order. Now, it is finished. Surrender, and your lives will be spared,” he droned on, making his speech so formal, as he usually did.

“We will not be hostages to be bartered, Dooku.”

Mace Windu had a strong voice as well, professing his disagreement to the terms which were laid.

“Then, I am sorry, old friend.”

The droids raised their weapons again, ready to fire upon you when given the order, but it never came, instead, the roaring engines of many trooper ships came down upon you, all lead by none other than Master Yoda. You’d wondered where he had been.

An army of hundreds, maybe even thousands came to your rescue, and you were able to board one of the ships with Obi-Wan as soon as they created a perimeter. Anakin and Padme soon joined you, then you were off, away from this arena, escaping death for possibly the third time in your life, now. Someday you figured you might lose count.

Speaking of count, the Sith Lord Dooku had managed to make a very quick escape, and your ship was ready to follow after him. Anakin had made a suggestion on where to fire some tactile missiles on the way, bringing down the entire structure by simply damaging the fuel cells.

The ship began to jolt with oncoming fire when you’d begun getting closer on Dooku’s trail, and the ship jolted, nearly skewing out of control at once point. Padme and a few other troopers fell out of the carrier, and upon seeing Anakin’s dismay for what happened, you stepped to the edge of the platform, eyeing their location.

“I got her, go,” you yelled over to him before jumping off of the transport.

You didn’t know if it would make a difference, or if he would let his feelings cloud his judgement, but you ran over to tend to the unconscious senator, hoping she hadn’t endured any serious head injuries. She seemed to be okay, and after a few moments, she came to, her eyes wide with realization on what happened.

“Padme, are you alright?” you helped her to her feet, and the other clones around you tried to make contact with the last transmission.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she was a little dizzy when she first stood, but otherwise would be okay.

“We need to get back to the Ford Command Center.”

The clone trooper’s suggestion went in one ear and out the other for Padme, and she shook her head rapidly, as if it was a great offense.

“No, no… Gather what troops you can, we’ve got to get to that hangar,” she said, determined as ever. You weren’t sure what happened between her and Anakin once you’d split up at the base, but it was widely impacting both of their minds and actions. You wondered if perhaps a confession had come between them in the small moments that they felt their lives could be ended.

“Get a transport, hurry,” you told the trooper, and he nodded, running the other direction.

“Right away.”

-

You counted every second of each minute it took you to arrive at the hanger, where you sensed darkness, but also defeat. It was a horrible feeling, and though Obi-Wan’s signature was strong, it was accompanied with harsh pain. Your heart raced as you hopped off the ship, running alongside Padme to get inside.

There was no sign of Count Dooku, but instead two jedi, laid across the floor, their injuries more visible than anything else.

Padme ran to Anakin, and likewise, you didn’t let any time separate you from reaching the object of your affection. You slid down on your knees before his body, his arm and leg singed with the mark of a lightsaber. You knew first-hand what that felt like. It was a burning sensation that did not easily fade away. It consumed the rest of your body and most of the time rendered you useless in battle.

“Obi,” you completely disregarded any formal title that you would normally use, saying his name brought comfort to both yourself, and also him. He hissed in pain when you accidentally grazed the wound on his shoulder, his face clenched up in pain. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll be-” he paused, turning to where he was able to sit. Not comfortably, but better then struggling to lie on his side, held up by one unharmed arm. “I’ll be alright.”

“We need to get you to the ship. Can you stand?” you stayed close by him, waiting for any signs he needed your help.

“I believe so,” he pressed his palm to the ground, kneeling like you had, before carefully pushing up to his feet, but only for a second, before the pain got to be too much on his leg, and his knee gave out, the weight sending him falling into your arms. He clung to you for dear life, and for only a fleeting moment, you reveled in it. The feeling of his embrace around your whole being.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, trying to steady him, and it seemed he was becoming more stabilized the longer we were up.

“Are you sure about that?” you snickered but didn’t include all the usual sarcasm that most times filled the words. You were still much too worried over him to be joking about his current state.

“I can walk, if you help me.”

Your heart should absolutely not have fluttered when he uttered those words, but damnit, it did. You let out a shaky breath before turning him so that you were side by side, one of his arms slung over your shoulder, your grip on his hand held tightly. You kept your arm around his midsection, hoping to possibly catch him somehow if he should fall again.

“I shouldn’t have left,” you murmured, but he was glad you did.

“I didn’t want you anywhere near that piece of filth. Not after what he did to you.”

You smiled at his fond protectiveness, leading him slowly to the ship, hearing him hiss every few seconds at the pain of putting his weight on that leg.

“And now, after what he did to you?” you knew it was wrong of you to turn the tables, but you know if you’d been thinking clearly, you would have stayed with him, by his side, to fight the man who had come to harm you both so badly.

“It’s not about me.”

You shook you head, deciding to let it go, at least for now. Walking up the onramp of the ship, you were relieved to get him into a seat, watching as they loaded Anakin onto a different carrier before both ramps were lifted, and the ships were in the air.

He sunk down into a seat, but you had to make sure he was settled before you went off looking for the first aid supplies on board. He had his eyes squeezed shut for the bending his knee did, but then upon taking a deep breath in, he opened them, lifting his head to meet your concerned eyeline. You couldn’t even stop yourself; you didn’t even try. You brought a hand to the side of his face, stroking your thumb over his cheek and watching as his eyes again closed, but fluttered peacefully, embracing the signature you’d extended and wrapped around him like a warm blanket in the cold. His hand came over top of it, holding it in place before hesitantly turning his head and kissing the center of your palm. He then held your hand to his, squeezing it tightly before letting it fall back to your side.

You weren’t even sure what to say or do following those events, and how could you? He had just given you the most tender expression you’d ever seen him wear, then he held your hand against his skin like it was the most precious thing in the world to him. You didn’t even know, but in that moment it was. Your gentle caress was easing his pain and making his heart leap with joy. It took his fears away.

“I’ll be right back,” you finally let out, though it was hushed, and the words had been stumbled over.

You asked one of the nearest clones if they had any medical supplies on board and were relieved when the clone had taken you into the hull, where a few med kits had been stashed in case of emergencies.

You were not able to lift the large crates up into the cargo hold, so instead you brought with you only supplies you could carry. Bacta pads, bandage wraps, and cleaning supplies.

You set them down beside him when you returned, and he was still looking at you with that slightly glassy eye stare. The one that told you he was taking in his surroundings and considering what he was to do amongst them. You knelt down in front of him, your knees between his feet as you prepared to work on his leg. You were able to see clearly the wound in its full capacity, the fabric of his pants being singed through and stretching wide enough that you could access it.

“I’m sorry, I know this is going to hurt,” you warned him, starting with a cleaning pad, trying to wipe away anything that could enter and cause infection. You dabbed his leg gently, and his fist came down onto his other thigh, clenching tightly around nothing as he forced himself fight through the pain. “I’ll be as careful as I can, I promise.”

You removed the pad that had the stinging liquid poured into it, setting it aside and ignoring how much blood and blackened skin remained when you pulled it away. You replaced it with a bacta pad, which was soothing, and healing to the skin. You took the hand that had come down on his kneed and moved it to the leg you were working on, placing it upon the bacta pad so that you could move on to the wound on his arm.

“Just hold this here.”

He obeyed immediately, watching your features become softer as your worry over him faded slightly. He focused on you, the slow movements you made as not to hurt him, the way you treated him with the upmost care and affection. He was not sure if the small gesture he’d given you had crossed a line, since you only seemed to be making your own out of intentions of calming him, but now, seeing you act so wonderfully on behalf of his wellbeing, he knew it had been to you a sign of gratitude for your never-ending help.

After examining his arm more carefully, you were alarmed to find out you wouldn’t be able to treat it without more access. The hole in his sleeve was far too small to make any kind of mends to his skin.

“I-” you hesitated, your cheeks darkening red at the thought of the words you had to say. “I can’t get to this one very easily. I might have to take this off.”

He didn’t see any harm in your request, but by your reaction to having to ask it. You were so flustered, and he thought for a moment, maybe it made you embarrassed that you would have to remove a piece of his clothing. You seemed very shy about it.

“Alright,” he said, trying to look at you, but you refused to meet his eyes. It didn’t make you uncomfortable, and it certainly didn’t make him uncomfortable, but the next few movements were a tad bit awkward to witness.

You removed the belt that always sat around his waist, usually holding his saber clip and more importantly, his saber… which was probably on another ship right now. You shifted to kneel between his legs, getting close enough that you could drag the fabric away from the front of his body, and bring it over his shoulder. You focused more when you pulled it along his arm, not wanting to irritate the wound any further.

You tried to fight yourself and not to look at the bare skin, only the wound that was left on it, but failed. You dragged your eyes over his shoulder, the scars that were already there, and the curve of the muscle. It was all beautiful, like you envisioned it would be. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you had to blink rapidly to shake yourself out of it, before you let your eyes over the broad expanse of his chest. You reached into the pile again, ridding your mind of the thoughts.

“I’m sorry that you have to do this,” he spoke up suddenly, and took your hand in his, releasing the hold on the bacta pad it previously held in place.

“Don’t apologize. I want to help you, Master,” you said, fishing through until you found another cleaning wipe.

Great pride rippled through him, and a smile shown on his face. He was more than happy to hear you say those words, and with such pure intent. Such sincerity.

“You don’t have to call me that all the time, you know,” He offered, and it was only now that you looked up to see his brilliant smile. This was the most intimate moment of your life as far as you were concerned, and being this close to him, while he smiled over words that you’d said, was almost overwhelming to you.

“It’s just become a habit,” you admitted, forgetting to warn him as you placed the cleaning pad against his arm, watching him jolt in his seat and throw his head back against the wall. You felt bad, and out of instinct, you placed your hand on his chest, trying to soothe him, not realizing the hole you’d immediately dug yourself into. You still didn’t let it click with you where your hand was, or what it was doing, your fingers trailing along the expanse of the muscle he’d built over the years. He wasn’t bulky by any means, but very fit, more practical for Jedi activities.

He felt your hand run over where his heart sat, and he wondered if you could feel how fast and sporadically it was beating.

“I’m not sure if the council would like it if I called you by your name. They seem to find fault in everything I do,” you trailed off, finishing off the cleansing wipe and applying the bacta pad, holding it there yourself as you allowed it to soothe the skin, letting its healing properties to sink into his wound.

“If they have anything to say about you, I’ll make sure it never reaches your ears.”

You smiled, looking back up at him, and seeing that your faces were very close, since he’d leaned forwards again. You didn’t even remember a word he said, too captivated in the closeness you only ever dreamed about. You could lean forward an inch, and those dreams would become a reality. You even dared to glance down at his lips, only once. He caught it, though. You leaned away after a moment more, keeping your hand on his arm while you found the bandages. Opening the package with your teeth, you tried and failed to use one hand to wrap his leg, so you had him hold the bacta pad to his arm while you were busy elsewhere.

Once you were satisfied, you repeated the process, no other words being spoken between you, except for when you were finished. You went to stand up, to turn around and find a clone who could give you an ETA for Coruscant, but you were stopped when a hand caught your arm, delicately and gentle as can be. You turned around and saw an almost pleading look in his eyes, and he nodded next to him for you to sit, and you couldn’t deny him.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he said gratefully, his voice was soft, and had there been anyone else near, you would have been the only one to hear him.

“After everything you’ve ever done for me, I will always do my best to take care of you, Obi.”

It was a sentiment that seemed simple enough to your tired mind, but the impact it gave on the receiving end was so powerful. It gave him hope that perhaps someday you might feel the same way about him, that he had come to feel about you. It was like an oncoming freight speeder, his feelings for you, and how quickly they had progressed. All he knew was that he would always hold you close to him, protecting you, and giving you everything he possibly could.

You fell asleep on his shoulder during the flight home, and the closeness and the warmth you provided for him became his tether that it was all reality.

-

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If i make a tiktok ab the padawan and Obi-Wan in HoM like the one i did for meshla / din djarin will anybody like it just curious

Just casually dropping my Obi-Wan Masterlist here. ❤️

1. The Last of the Jedi -May 22, 2017
   Words: 593
   (Obi Wan x Padawan!Reader)
2. Padawan Problems - June 5, 2019
   Words: 1218
   (Obi Wan x Reader)
3. Under the Moons of Coruscant - December 29, 2019
   Words: 1,111
   (Obi Wan x Reader)
4. The Milky Twilight - March 8, 2020
   Words: 1648
   (Obi Wan x Reader)
5. Across Our Great Divide, There Is a Glorious Sunrise - May 16, 2022
   Words: 1580
   (Obi Wan x Reader)
6. Fighting Dragons With You - May 29, 2022
   Words: 1972
   Part 2/
   (Obi Wan x Reader, Young!Leia)

Just casually dropping my Obi-Wan Masterlist here. ❤️

1. The Last of the Jedi -May 22, 2017
   Words: 593
   (Obi Wan x Padawan!Reader)
2. Padawan Problems - June 5, 2019
   Words: 1218
   (Obi Wan x Reader)
3. Under the Moons of Coruscant - December 29, 2019
   Words: 1,111
   (Obi Wan x Reader)
4. The Milky Twilight - March 8, 2020
   Words: 1648
   (Obi Wan x Reader)
5. Across Our Great Divide, There Is a Glorious Sunrise - May 16, 2022
   Words: 1580
   (Obi Wan x Reader)
6. Fighting Dragons With You - May 29, 2022
   Words: 1972
   Part 2/
   (Obi Wan x Reader, Young!Leia)

Words:1688
Cast of Characters: Young!Leia, Obi Wan Kenobi & Reader 
Summary: After being taken from Alderaan by a band of Bounty Hunters, Reader is tasked with finding a way to rescue Leia and herself from capture. Things are looking pretty glum until an unlikely rescuer arrives.

You woke up with a pounding headache to find you couldn’t move.  Or at least you couldn’t move your arms. Your hands were still in binders, but they’d been linked through some metal object. Wherever you were had dim lighting and smelled of oil and grease. Some sort of spacecraft you guessed. Not great. You groaned. You had no way of knowing how long you were out for, but you were likely already outside of Alderaan’s atmosphere. That certainly limited your escape options.

“[Y/N]?” A quiet voice whispered to you. Leia. You turned to see the princess was with you. If your hands had been free, she’d be close enough to touch. Like you, Leia had been tied to a piece of the ship, some sort of bolt designed to tie down cargo.

“It’s okay.” You lied. “I’m here.”

Your speech was slow, the hissing sounds of your hushed voices wasn’t helping your headache.  Think, [Y/N]. You scolded yourself. This is on you. You have to get the two of you out of this. The priority was always Leia’s safety of course. If you could escape too it would be a nice bonus, but Leia was more important.

There were at least the three Bounty Hunters you’d come upon in the woods. They would have to be delt with. The problem was, who else was aboard the ship? You closed your eyes. Forcing yourself not to fall asleep would be a challenge. Based on the blurred vison you were presenting; you likely had a concussion. You attempted to reach out with the force to try and identify how many life forms were on the ship.

You should have been keeping up with your skills. Your time in exile had weakened your connection with the force. Your former master would be disappointed with how out of touch you’d allowed yourself to become. You opened your eyes. It was no use. You’d have to find another way.

“Leia, I don’t suppose you brough Lola with you.” You tried not to sound too hopeful.

“I did,” The girl sniffled. “I tried to use her to cut the rope, but they broke her.” Leia nodded to her feet, where LOLA59 laid in pieces.

“Okay.” You swallowed hard. It was getting harder to stay awake. “Leia, I don’t know how long we’re going to on this ship, but I don’t think I’ll be able to stay awake the whole time. I want you to promise me something.”

“What is it?” Leia asked. “You have to tell me what it is first. You always tell me to make sure I know what I’m agreeing to.”

“That’s fair.” You smirked She would pick now of all times to remember your lessons. “I don’t know what kind of ship this is, and I don’t think I could fly it by myself…”

“I could help!” She interrupted you.

“I’m sure you could, but I need you to listen right now.” You said. “Don’t try anything while we’re on the ship, but I know how smart you are Leia. If you have a chance to escape, I want you to promise me that you’ll try ,okay?”

“I’m not going to leave you, [Y/N].” She argued immediately. There was that Skywalker blood again. Defiant, confident, and scared all at once.

“You may have to.” You disagreed.

“No.” She insisted. “You wouldn’t leave me behind.”

“Yes, but that’s different,” You tried to explain.

“No, it’s not.” She argued. “You don’t leave without me and I don’t leave without you. Promise?” You didn’t respond. That wasn’t a promise you could keep. “You have to say you promise, [Y/N].”

“Leia…” You sighed.

“No. You’re going to find a way to get us both home.” She insisted.

“Alright, alright. I promise.” Surely a little white lie wasn’t against the Jedi code, right?

If over taking the Bounty Hunters and commandeering their ship wasn’t an option, the next step was the figure out where they were taking you. Journeying to another core world would be a relatively quick trip. But people on core worlds asked a lot of questions. It would be a lot harder to conceal your connection to The Force. On an outer rim planet sure beings asked less questions, but there were far less resources. That meant less ways to communicate with the core worlds, less options for transport. Your best bet was hoping for a destination in the inner rim or the expansion. Something far enough from the core that no one would look twice at well-dressed little girl and her adult companion with a Coruscant accent but with a variety and commercial ships or maybe even a way to contact the Organas.

You’d been lulled into sleep by your own attempts at plotting. Was it really sleep if it was a side effect from the concussion? You tried in vain to formulate a plan as you teetered in and out of consciousness over the next two days.

You awoke at one point to Leia shaking you. You noticed immediately that your hands were no longer bound. You weren’t on the ship. You struggled to your feet, moving from the metal floor you’d been laying on. Leia was startled, she jumped back.

“You were talking in your sleep.” She said, worried. You didn’t respond right away. You blinked and surveyed your new surroundings. A prison cell? It was almost worse than the ship. At least your hands were free now. You could move about and so could Leia.

“Let me get a good look at you.” You asked, motioning for her to move closer. She obliged, allowing you to check her over for injuries. If you both closed your eyes you could almost pretend you were back on Alderaan, inspecting the princess after she fell from a tree or some other common play time injury.

“I’m fine.” She insisted, as she squirmed under your gaze, which was more critical than usual. “Who’s Obi-Wan?”

“What? I don’t know…” But your surprised expression had given you away.

“You kept saying it while you were sleeping.” She explained. You couldn’t just lie. You had to tell her something.

“He’s an old friend.” You confessed. “Maybe someday I’ll introduce you to him. For now, we must figure out how we’re going to get out of here…wherever hereis.”

“I heard them talking before they left. They called it Die-oo.” She remembered.

Daiyu.You corrected her silently. It wasn’t a best-case scenario by any means, but there were worse places you could have ended up. The entire planet was a buzzing hive of criminal activity. It would make stealing a ship easier. But avoiding detection? You shook your head. You’d been hiding on Alderaan for too long.

All your information was pre-Empire. You had no idea what this place was like. Was spice still the main export? Where the streets as dim and grimy as you remembered them form the holofiles at the temple library? You began to walk the perimeter of the room only to realize it wasn’t a prison cell, but a storage unit. A storage unit with no access panel inside. Still, you imagined it was easier to hack a storage unit access panel than one for a prison cell.

You sat on the floor, right in the middle of the room. You pushed your shoulders back and tried to assume the formal meditating position Qui-Gon had taught to your year of Padawan learners. You closed your eyes. And began to reach out with the force.

“What are you doing?” Leia asked. “Are you sleeping again?” You opened your eyes.

“Not this time, Princess. I’m…thinking very hard.” You tried to explain without giving too much away.

“Last time you did that, you were asleep for a long time. I don’t want to be alone again.” Her lower lip trembled.

“Well, what if you helped?” You offered. “Come, have a seat.” Leia obliged immediately. She scrambled to sit across from you and attempted to match your posture. “Close your eyes. What do you hear?”

“You talking.” She answered.

“Yes, well, besides that.” You agreed. Leia’s brow wrinkled. Her lips formed a slight pout as she tried to concentrate.

“Footsteps.” She said. “Heavy, like someone who’s wearing boots.”

“Footsteps?” You hadn’t thought anything would come of the little exercise. You were just trying to guide her through some small breathing exercises. At the mention of footsteps you stopped to listen. You couldn’t hear any footsteps. You could hardly hear anything through the thick wall of the storage unit. You tried listening again, this time with The Force.

She was right. While using The Force you could hear just one set of footsteps. They sounded clunky like a pair of boots, but not so clunky as to sound like a trooper. Whoever it was, they were alone.

Had Leia tapped into The Force? Or had you gotten so lazy over the years that you needed The Force to hear what anyone else could hear without? You didn’t have much time to ponder, because whoever the boots belong to, was heading right for you. You sprung to your feet. Leia did the same.  

“They’re coming here.” Leia told you.

“Get behind me.” You ordered. As usual, she ignored you.

When the door to storage unit slid open, a man of medium build stepped in. You reached for Leia only to realize she’d run forward and punched the man, hard. He doubled over in pain.

“C’mon, [Y/N], let’s go.” Leia reached back and grabbed your hand.

She didn’t need to tell you twice. You followed the brave little princess out of the cell. But just as you cleared the doorway the man reached out, his hand gripping your wrist tight. Being tugged in both directions you let go of Leia. Leia is the priority. You reminded yourself.

“Wait! [Y/N], Wait!” You would have recognized his voice even if you hadn’t heard it in a hundred lifetimes.

“Obi-Wan?” You whispered in disbelief. The man let go of your arm and stepped into the light where you could seem him better. It was none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi himself.

Words:1580
Cast of Characters: Obi-Wan x Reader
Summary:Reader was a Knight at the Jedi Temple who managed to survive order 66. After years in hiding they’ve decided they are tired of hiding. Reader sets out to find more Jedi and stumbles across someone they’d never thought they’d see again. 

This has to end. You hissed as you pulled on the yoke of your X-wing. Ever since the Clone Wars had ended, you’d been hopping from outer rim planet to outer rim planet trying to keep the Empire and Anakin…Darth Vader at bay. There were rumors, whispers only, that other Jedi had survived what was being called Order 66. An order given by the Emperor himself. With the majority of Jedi cut down in cold blood, all you could do was keep alive the hope that the rumors were true. Surely someone from the high council should have survived at least.

Your next destination, according to the force, was Dagobah. To the untrained eye, Dagobah wasn’t much of a place to call home. It was essentially an overgrown swampy planet covered almost entirely in lakes and lagoons. The planet also had it’s fill of dragon snakes, butcherbugs and a whole host of undesirable creatures. To your knowledge, Dagobah was also a planet with no civilized life forms. Though as Master Windu often reminded you, civilized was a relative term.

So to Dagobah you went and it was there that you found Master Yoda. While no one’s quarters at the temple had been the peak of luxury they were at the very least comfortable. It saddened you to see Master Yoda living in what was almost literally a hole in the ground. A small mud hut nestled between the gnarled roots of a tree, whose species you didn’t know.

“Surprised you found me I am not.” Yoda said as he tutted about preparing dinner for the two of you. “Attune to the living force you always have been.”

“I knew I couldn’t be the only one left.” You told him. “I was hiding for a long time, longer than I’m proud to admit. I’m tired of waiting. It’s been ten years, Master Yoda. Someone has to stand up to the Empire.”

“More time is needed [Y/N].” Yoda disagreed. “Underestimated the Emperor before the jedi did. Make the same mistake again, we must not.”

“I’m sorry, Master Yoda, I don’t mean to be impatient but…”

“For meditation and reflection, I came to Dagobah.” Yoda interrupted you. “If something more you seek, to Tatooine you should go.”

“Tatooine?” You repeated. “I’ve never been but it’s not far from here.” You mapped out a crude course in your mind. Tatooine was an outer rim planet much like Dagobah and in nearly the same sector of space. You could easily make a trip to Tatooine in a day or two. “What’s on Tatooine?” You asked as Yoda placed a bowl of stew in front of you.

“Not what,” Yoda shook his head. “But who.”

“You know of another Jedi that survived?” a feeling of guilt began to take hold of you. All this time you’d been hiding and waiting for someone else to find you and tell you what to do. You couldn’t help feeling you should have been doing more from the start.

“Sense your guilt I can.” Yoda said, pulling you from your thoughts. “Go to Tatooine you must.”

You and Yoda ate your diner in mostly silence. When you were finished, he offered you a warm dry place to rest your head. When the sun rose again on Dagobah you packed your things and thanked Master Yoda for his hospitality.

“See each other again I believe we will.” Yoda told you with confidence.

“I hope that you’re right.” You told him with a sad smile. “Are you going to at least tell me who survives on Tatooine?”

“Tell you I will not.” He answered firmly. “Risk others finding out we cannot.”

Even on a backwater planet like Tatooine a flashy fighter like an X-wing might garner some attention. Slightly out of your way, you overpaid to store your ship at a dock on a more inhabited planet. This gave you the freedom to board a commercial vessel under one of your many aliases. With no leads and hardly any information you walked the dusty streets of Mos Eisley, the major spaceport of Tatooine.

The only positive thing about traveling to a place like Tatooine, people often avoided asking questions. The scavengers, smugglers and various ne’er-do-wells that occupied the spaceport were more concerned with their own illegal activities to worry about the others around them. You drew your cloak over your face as dust swirled up the alley you were standing in. You studied the weathered clothing of the beings that passed you by. One thing was certain, you were farther from Coruscant than you’d ever been before.  

You closed your eyes and tried to feel with The Force. A typical pupil of the Jedi Temple may be surprised to discover an outer rim dessert planet could have such life thriving within it. You were not the typical temple student. Your praise from Master Yoda had been heard earned. You’d built a strong relationship with the living Force during your studies. Just as every being had their own voice, tone, and dialect their signature in the Force was similarly identifiable.

You could say with certainty there was no Jedi signature at the Mos Eisley spaceport. Your search would have to continue elsewhere. You hadn’t expected your mission to be easy. If who you were seeking was another skilled Master like Yoda, they would have taken great care to conceal themselves. You rented a landspeeder at a price you knew to be a significant mark up. The credits were of no consequence to you.

A large span of dunes separated Mos Eisley from the next closest settlement, Anchorhead. But even as you intended to head for that settlement you felt yourself being pulled in another direction. So with the Force as your guide, you drove the speeder through uncharted dessert passing moisture farms and small settlements as you went. Again your human instincts were telling you to turn back. That there was nothing but danger ahead. The force continued to guide you forward to an area known by the Tatooinians as the Jundland Wastes.

The Jundland Wastes were a series of valleys buried under tall stone cliffsides. It was unbearably hot and dry. Hardly a living being in sight, none if you excluded the womp rats that scurried away with the first sound of the landspeeder’s repulsors nearing. You worried that for the first time you may not have heard the true will of the Force.

Until you saw it. The small stone hut with the dome roof had been built on a flat solid patch of rock. This was the place; you knew it on sight. This hut felt like home. It didn’t remind you of Coruscant where you lived most of your life. The temple on Coruscant brought up feelings of education, restraint, responsibility. This residence gave you more the feeling of home the way you imagined a family would come to think of one; Safe. Cozy. Familiar.

You knew just who was hiding on Tatooine and you’d never be able to thank the Force enough for bringing him back to you. It was an agonizing the speeder ride from the time you could visualize the hut in the distance to the point in the sand where it would be close enough to walk to the front door. You didn’t even need to make it to the door.

He was standing outside. The years away, or at least the reason behind them, had aged him harsher than you’d expected. His face was already showing worry lines and signs of wrinkles. His beard and mustache were streaked with grey hairs. The hair atop his head was longer than you’d seen it in some time, nearly shoulder length now. But his eyes, His blue eye sparked brighter than any of city lights of Coruscant.

“It’s about time, I was beginning to worry that you’d never come.” He remarked. You couldn’t speak. In all your time apart, all the time you’d spent hiding yourself or searching for other Jedi you hadn’t once even dared to hope that Obi-Wan might be among the surviving Jedi. He’d meant too much to you that the loss would have been too much to bear. Jedi weren’t meant to form attachments, but hell, you were breaking all the rules now anyway.

You jumped from the landspeeder not even bothering to power it down. You let your cloak fall to the sand as you ran. There was no need for formalities or pretense with Obi-Wan. You tossed yourself at him, which took him completely by surprise. Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you hit the sand. He cradled you, softening the blow to the ground.

“Do you have any idea,” You panted when you’d finished tumbling. “How hard it was to find you?”

“No.” He confessed. “But I’m very glad you did.”

His arms were still wrapped around you, as if he weren’t quite sure you were real. It was possible you could be a mirage or some phantom of the force. He banished both ideas because he couldn’t just see you, he could feel you. He brushed a piece of wind-swept hair out of your face. Your cheeks flushed at the touch.

“Master Yoda said someone was coming and to be ready. I wanted it so badly to be you.” He confessed. Before you could ask how Obi-Wan had communicated with Yoda, who was lightyears away, you found yourself breathless again as Obi-Wan kissed you.