A/N: It’s been awhile since the last part, but I had to take a break due to finals. But I’m back now y’all and ready to write more in general. So without further ado I give you the second part in Obi-Wan’s series. This is also the longest thing I’ve written for Tumblr so enjoy!
Side note. Yes I know the Rebellion isn’t in this time. No I don’t care. Go with it.
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Summary: Seven days after you were saved by Obi-Wan you soon begin to realize that he is a man who longs for company. A part of you begins to wonder if he’d like to have more of your company. That is until something goes wrong and the secret you’ve been tasked to keep becomes a problem.
Word Count: 8.6k
Pairing: Obi-Wan x Reader
Warnings: angst, mentions of ptsd
Peace is a lie, there is only PASSION - The Sith Code
Tatooine was a strange and sad place. That was the conclusion you came up with after spending seven nights there at Obi-Wan’s house. You’d never been there before, but you certainly didn’t expect the amount of pain this place held. It came off of it in waves, from the people who lived there and especially from the man who sat outside staring up at the stars.
THAT WAS ONE OF THE BEST FIRST KISSES IVE EVER READ OMG and also: omg I knew she knew about Luke! And Vader is after Ashoka this is going to take me on a rollercoaster omg
summary: a recount of every time obi-wan kenobi fell in love with you and every time one of you left. - a.k.a “the one where your relationship is like a revolving door”
warnings: age gap, mentions of death
reviving this series from 2+ years ago - w some parts edited/rewritten - because i lost direction with it but the new kenobi series has made me fall back in love with him and also this. still tho, no spoilers in this. enjoy xx
-jazz
Obi-Wan Kenobi could have sworn that he was cursed with the most difficult Padawans.
Okay– technically speaking, you weren’t his Padawan. you’d lost your own master in a battle not so long ago and Obi-Wan had been tasked with seeing you through the final months before your Jedi trials. Initially, it was something that had seemed like a simple task. he’d dealt with Anakin for so long that you couldn’t have possibly been any worse, right?
Wrong.
Obi-Wan would quickly come to learn that Anakin Skywalker had nothing on you. He could tell from the minute he saw you, nonchalantly lounging in an empty council chair with your lightsaber dangling between your fingers and a blasé look of disinterest on your features. It was the sort of expression one might have if they were getting an unwarranted lecture from their parents – and with the way Yoda was going, it was a similar scenario.
At twenty-one years old, you were in no position to have such a demeanour when an ages-old Jedi Master was trying to talk to you. Obi-Wan was almost scared for you – and then your eyes met across the room, and he realised he was the one to be blessed with your difficult presence for the next few months. After that, he was scared for himself.
It was rightfully so, too. It became quickly evident that you had a sharp tongue and your wits about you; every question he offered, every conversation starter he threw out there was met with a backhanded comment or a dry quip.
Your first conversation was enough to knock him for six. he’d half-expected you to be a blubbering mess, a young girl heartbroken by the loss of her master. Instead, you were almost dismissive; a casually unconcerned Padawan with a cynical tone and a mischievous glint in your eye.
“So,” Obi-Wan cleared his throat, eyes watching Coruscant blur past you as the lift took you to the top floor. “What do you think of the Temple?”
“I mean…it sure is a temple,” you glanced back at him, thinning your eyes with undue suspicion. “I don’t really have many feelings about architecture. It’s just bricks and shit, right?”
He blinked in surprise, almost faltering from his strong stance. "Some people get overwhelmed the first time they’re here.”
“I’m not overwhelmed,” you shrugged casually. "I’m not underwhelmed either. I’m just sort of…whelmed.”
The first ten years of your training – give or take – had been at a smaller Jedi base, much, much further away in the Outer Rims. The village in which it was situated was about a tenth the size of Coruscant and worlds away from the bustling, energetic city. He remembered being a wide-eyed Padawan when he’d first arrived here and yet, you didn’t seem phased. You had a calm manner about you, something for which he had not been prepared. You weren’t acting like a Padawan who had just lost her master, nor one who had been torn from her home and thrown into an urban jungle.
“I’m sorry to hear about Gio’s passing,” Obi-Wan cleared his throat, making a last-ditch attempt to break the thick, awkward silence that had filled the elevator. Had it always been this slow?
“Eh,” you shrugged again.
Had…Had you just responded to the subject of your dead master by saying eh?
(That moment could be marked as the first time that you actually managed to shock the poor man into silence. Soon enough, it was a regular occurrence).
“I…” Obi-Wan trailed off, pausing for a moment to regain himself. “Gio was a good friend of mine. He was a good man, a good Jedi-”
“- yeahhhhhh,” you cut him off. “He was kind of a dick though.”
The elevator finally came to a stop and you stepped out, breezing down the hallway and leaving Obi-Wan to simply stare at your strolling form in shock. He cleared his throat and regathered himself (for the fourth time in ten minutes), rushing out of the lift just as the doors were about to shut on him.
That’s how things often went between you two over the next few months. he’d try and say something - usually, something completely normal, like a genuine question or an observation - and you would shoot back with something that could knock him off his feet. Just as Obi-Wan thought he was getting the hang of…well, of you, you’d turn it up a notch.
But you more than just a girl with a sharp tongue - he knew that when he met you, and he knew it even more as the days and weeks passed. You were smart, deceptive in an assuming way. You could draw people in with your young appearance and sweet smile, and then you’d slaughter them in the same way a cheetah did to a hyena. You had the presence of an intergalactic spy more than a Jedi, and the lightsaber moves to go with it.
There was one incident in particular that stuck with Obi-Wan. It was two months after you’d begun to bless him with your presence and you were in a training session. Anakin, a bright-eyed seventeen-year-old, was sat on the sidelines watching you twirl your lightsaber with the sort of grace one might expect from an ageing master, not a Padawan.
“Did your master teach you that?” Obi-Wan paused for a moment, pushing back a few strewn, strawberry strands of hair. He was red in the face, almost keeling over from your endless stamina and quick moves.
“No,” you shook your head, a sly grin working its way onto your face. “Itaught me that."
"Let’s go again,” he announced. "And this time, stick to moves that I"ve taught you.”
“Why?”you thinned your eyes at him. “Scared that you’lll lose?”
“If you spent more time on your fighting than you did try to be smart, you would have passed the trials by now,” he shot back. He was trying to get a rise out of you - he often did. It was his way of sparking your drive.
“Oh, you didnot just say that.”
You raised your own lightsaber launching yourself forward to swing a hit at him. Obi-Wan easily blocked it, the blue of his blade forming purple smacks as it hit your red one. You drew back, going to swing underneath his legs; he jumped, narrowly avoiding the hit.
“Just admit it!” you continued to thwack and hit, circling around the mat in the gym. “I’m ready for the trials, Kenobi.”
“That’sMaster-”
“- you’re not my Master,” You reminded him, dodging backwards to avoid a hit in a weird, limbo style move. “Gio was my master, and he’s dead, remember?”
You appeared to have zero grievances about your late master. Obi-Wan had never caught you mourning, or even shedding a tear over him. Of all the things he didn’t understand about you, that one seemed to take the cake. It had been eight years since he’d lost his own master and he still struggled with Qui-Gon’s passing - and here you were, more than happy to throw out the name of your deceased Jedi Knight like it was a curse word.
That was when Obi-Wan realised what your play was. you’d make a comment so blasphemous, so shocking, that he’d have no choice but to reel back in horror - and that was when you’d take your hit. Like I said - deceptive in an unassuming way.
Waiting for him to pause at your words, you used the Force to pull his lightsaber with your hands. A celebratory grin appeared on your face as you raised the weapon in the air, shutting it down as you juggled it with your own.
The moment wasn’t particularly different to anything you’d done before; you’d made a comment and won a lightsaber duel. That was pretty much a Tuesday for Obi-Wan - but this one stood out for a particular reason.
That was the first time he realised how beautiful you were.
You were stood directly under the stream of light from the window, the golden evening glow lighting up your face as you did an odd little victory dance. He could quite literallyfeelyour elatedness through the Force - which was odd, because you didn’t have a Force connection and you were good at blocking other nosy Jedi - and it had uplifted him too.
Then, you tossed Obi-Wan’s lightsaber back to him as quick as you’d swiped it, giving him a slight wink.
It wasn’t much, but it was the first sign of trouble.
The next incident came at the five-month mark. By that point, both him and Anakin had become accustomed to your presence. Obi-Wan was alittleconcerned of your rebellious influence over his young Padawan but if anything, you were simply like an older sibling. The teenager seemed to idolize you and he actually listened to you.
And you weren’t just developing a relationship with Anakin; naturally, you’d become closer with Obi-Wan. He liked to think that you were friends or at the very least, two people who mutually respected each other. You hardly listened to him but he’d known from the second that you weren’t huge on taking orders. At first, it was a mystery as to how you’d even lasted that long - but then it became clear.
You were strong with the Force. In fact, you seemed to understand it in a way that no-one else did. You were hardly an expert in using it but you were so sure of yourself and so certain in what you wanted that you could bend it and shape it to your desire. You could use it to fetch faraway items in the same way that you could use it to block other people from using it to understand how you were feeling.
But Obi-Wan saw through you. The whole world could tell, because you slammed doors and stomped your feet but he was the only one who could sense that was something was deeply off. You put up a good fight - an impressive barricade of fake Force emotions and even phonier smiles - but he knew when you weren’t genuine. Your sarcastic quips didn’t come with that glint in your eyes, and you hadn’t insulted him all day.
Thatwas how he ended up outside your door; Obi-Wan didn’t mean to worry about you so much, but it felt only natural. He was concerned for you in the same way he was for Anakin. Except, maybe- just maybe - it was a little deeper than that but if he could half-convince himself of it, hopefully you’d believe it too.
He only had to knock once before you opened the door to your quarters. Your eyes were slightly bleary; you hadn’t been crying, but it looked as though you were about to be pushed over the edge.
“I know that something was off with you today,” Obi-Wan didn’t bother with a greeting.
“I’mfine,”you shook your head. "It’s late. Shouldn’t old people like you be asleep?”
He thinned his eyes at you. “It doesn’t do well to bottle up your feelings."
"How do you know what I’m feeling?” you shot back. Turning on your heel, you spun around to head back into your room. Obi-Wan was hesitant to follow at first, but he took the open-ended statement as an invitation.
He hadn’t been in your room before, but somehow it was exactly as he’d expected it to be. The place was tidy-but-cluttered; your bed was made and your books were organised, but there were robes and random knick-knacks stacked and strewn everywhere. He didn’t understand how you could have possibly used the space to meditate and relax - but you didn’t seem like the sort of person who did either of those things.
“So?”
“So what?”
“So how do you know what I’m feeling?” you took a seat at the foot of your bed, folding your arms across your chest.
“When you’ve been a Jedi as long as I have, sensing other people’s emotions simply becomes second nature,” Obi-Wan replied. “Especially in your...Padawans.”
“Okay - two things,” you jabbed your finger at him. “Firstly, I am not your Padawan. Secondly, I don’t spend twenty minutes each morning trying to put a Force blockade for you to pretend to know what I’m feeling.”
“There’s no blockade,” he shook his head. “There can’t be, not if I can tell that you’re anxious and you’re scared-”
“- there is,” you cut him off. "I might have not passed the Knight trials yet but blocking people from feeling my emotions was like….chapter one of the Jedi texts.”
There was always the possibility that your attempts at doing so had simply fallen flat, but you were right in saying it was a basic Jedi trick. It was a simple device, something that he’d mastered himself by the time he was eighteen. That left only one option, and it was one that he didn’t like.
Obi-Wan could see through your facade, through your attempts to hinder people from feeling your sentiments. He could feel your emotions as though were his own, as if he could understand them in a way that no-one else could. You weren’t making yourself vulnerable to him, not intentionally. There was only one possible explanation for it.
It was the beginning of a Force connection - one that neither of you had ever intended to forge.
He couldn’t tell you that. He’d have to explain why, but he wasn’t entirely sure what it meant. It certainly wasn’t one of a Padawan and her master; that would have taken much longer. It was also worlds away from any kind of connection that friends would have - and that’s what the pair of you were, no?
So Obi-Wan gave you a fake smile. He agreed with you, pretending to admit that yes, he was pretending to feel your emotions. He didn’t admit that he felt everything you were experiencing; he didn’t tell you that he could sense every fleeting thought and every transient connection…
…Including the one where you suspected you might have felt something too.
But, you and Obi-Wan were nothing if not good at pretending you were hiding your feelings. He left your room that night and neither of you ever mentioned it again, even though you both knew what it was. What had started as a simple admiration for the other had begun to grow into something beyond either of your control.
It was easy at first to pretend that you falling for the Jedi; sliding closer and closer down the slippery slope of unrequited feelings with each passing day. Every smile that you exchanged and every glint of mischief that Obi-Wan sensed whenever you made a sarcastic quip was passed off as normal; nobody else could tell what was going on - and thank fuck, because then you’d both be truly screwed.
It was eight months in that the cracks in your guise began to show. You were on a mission - nothing particularly dangerous or out of the ordinary. Having been assigned to take down some particularly nasty and rebellious bounty hunters, you, Obi-Wan and Anakin felt a little over-qualified for the job but it was all the more reason to do it. You were desperate to prove yourself, to finally be awarded knighthood.
Perhaps it was that cockiness that lead you to slip up. You ended up with a knife in your shoulder, dangerously close to your chest; it was bad, but not so bad that you were going to lifelessly flail to the ground, or die on the jet home. With some bacta-spray and a few stitches, you were going to be fiiiiine.
Obi-Wan didn’t see it that way though. Oh, he did not see it that way at all; the Jedi knight blew his lid in a way that shocked even Anakin, and that was truly saying something when you considered his Padawan’s reckless nature. He yelled - he shouted and he ranted and he nagged until his throat was raw and his face red.
“How could you do something so stupid? I almost - we almost lost you. Do you want to be a Jedi knight? Because you can’t do that if you’re dead, and you certainly won’t pass the trials if you blindly run towards danger like that.”
You weren’t an idiot - and it didn’t take one to know that Obi-Wan’s outburst wasn’t about the trials. It wasn’t about you being reckless; it was far from it. It was the fact he could have lost you, and even though you’d only been in his life for the better part of eight months, he’d never become attached so fast. You’d made him do the one thing he’d always sworn not to and the worst part was that you weren’t even trying.
You were just there, simply existing - and apparently, it was enough to drive him insane.
Then, you’d been there ten months. You’d been prancing about Obi-Wan Kenobi’s life with your beautiful stature and stupid comments for the better part of three hundred days (not that he was counting). Your repressed feelings for one another were simply a fact of life; something you both acknowledged to yourselves but would never, ever admit. You couldn’t and you wouldn’t - or so you told yourself.
It was common for Jedi to accompany politicians on diplomatic missions; you were to act as a bodyguard of sorts and keep an eye out for any danger. You and Obi-Wan had been assigned to keep an eye on a ball in Naboo.
It was a beautiful planet; bustling and peaceful, energetic and calming all at once. The weather was beautiful and it was one of the missions that made your job feel worth it. Everything had gone to plan and you’d even retired early for the night, taking to the balcony of your luxurious hotel room to admire the view.
The sky was tinged pink, bleeding into the remaining blue of the evening as the day faded out into night. There was a slight chill in the warm air, a welcome contrast to the otherwise stuffy atmosphere that had been shrouding the planet during the day.
You heard your hotel room door open - you didn’t need to turn around to see who it was. You could sense Obi-Wan from the other side of the galaxy if you had tried, let alone ten metres away. He had a calm presence, one of a weathered and levelled Jedi who probably meditated a lot. Neither part of that statement was something you could relate to.
“Nice view, right?” you kept your back to him, arms gently dangling over the rails of the balcony.
“It certainly one of the more beautiful parts of the galaxy,” Obi-Wan replied. A moment later, you saw him mimic your position out the corner of your eye.
"What brings you to my neck of the woods?” you asked, tilting your head to face him.
He knew what he wanted to say: I can feel everything that you’re experiencing and I know that you’re sad, but this is the best planet in the galaxy and I can’t work out why.
But because of the slight not-admitting-your-feelings pickle, Obi-Wan settled for a simple “you looked sad today.”
He’d half been expecting an insult; a fuck off, you nosy Jedi or a go back to whatever planet you came from, mullet head. He had never in a million years thought that you would entertain his question, let alone open up to him.
“I used to come here with Gio,” you continued to stare out into the distance. "He worked with the Queen a lot and more often than not, we’d be assigned this exact sort of job. It was kind of our place.”
That was the first sign you’d shown of missing your master. Maker, of course you missed him - you’d spent the better part of your almost-twenty-two years with him. He was an asshole in every sense of the word but he’d been like a brother to you. It also confirmed to Obi-Wan that you were probablya human being and not a sarcastic, person-like droid, something which came of a relief to him.
“I slag the man off to no end but I loved him,” you continued. "He was the only family I had, the only connection to an identity beyond being a Padawan.”
“I felt the same when I lost Qui-Gon,” Obi-Wan reached across, gently resting his hand on top of yours. “I felt lost without his guidance, as though the world were suddenly a lot bigger. A lot darker.”
“Gio always seemed to know what to do,” you fondly smiled. "He definitely didn’t know everything but he was good at acting like it.”
“Perhaps that’s where youget it from,” he nudged you slightly with his elbow.
"If I turn out half as good a Jedi as him, then I’m happy,” you replied.
"You are a brilliant Jedi, farmore than half as good as Gio,” Obi-Wan gave your hand a light squeeze. "A little reckless, yes, but you have all the makings of a brilliant warrior.”
“Is this the part where you tell me it’s because of your training over the last ten months?” you fully rotated your body around to face him, a teasing smile on your face.
“Isuppose that might have helped,” he beamed back at you. "It’s not been an easy situation for either of us. I’ve got my hands tied up with Anakin and you lost your master at the worst time.”
“It"s not been that bad though, surely?” you scrunched up your nose. “I’d love to have me, I’m pretty fucking cool.”
“You are.”
“Say it,” you flipped your hand over underneath his, intertwining your fingers. "I’ve never heard you swear before.”
“Say what?”
“That I’m pretty fucking cool.”
Obi-Wan bit his lip for a moment - but then he smiled. “You’re pretty fucking cool.”
It was hardly the most romantic set-up for your first kiss but as the words left his lips, you felt something click. You were miles out from the temple - miles out from all your troubles. At that moment, with the way he was smiling at you, blue eyes distant caught under the pink of the evening and fingers intertwined, it felt like you were the only two people in the galaxy.
Obi-Wan"s lips were soft, welcoming and warm like a mellow summer’s day. Your bodies slotted together perfectly, his hands on your hips and yours on his neck as though whoever had created the galaxy had crafted them just for each other. It stole the air from your lungs and nothing else - not a single person, not a single issue or single rule - mattered. It was him and only him.
That was when he finally admitted to himself that he was in love with you. It wasn’t in a simple way either; it was deep and it was true and there was no letting go.
And letting go would be something both of you struggled with every time the galaxy seemed to want to rip the two of you apart.
You stirred at a sound of rustling. It was a strange way of waking. For after so long, you were used to being stirred by wandering hands and the dimness of the light’s morning setting, that bathed your quarters in a soft yellow glow. It was a colder way of waking that left you wanting.
And at the sight of Obi Wan is shrugging on his first robes, it’s chill grew. Your chest grew heavy and tension gathered in your shoulders. Every weight you felt, that of the world, the galaxy, this situation, shifted with you as laid on your side to watch your lover leave.
“Is it time already?” Your words came out horse, riddled with the leftovers of sleep and haunted by the blissed-out ghost of your voice from the night before. Obi Wan already slipped his arms through the sleeves as you asked. When he pivoted his stance to face you, you caught a glimmer in his blue eyes.
“I’m afraid so.”
“Pity,” you murmured, turning to rest on your back and face the cold, lonely ceiling. “Felt like there were things we could continue.”
“For both our sakes, I don’t think we should.”
“Careful,” you warned, flicking your gaze back over to Obi Wan. “You’re starting to sound more and more like the collective Council.”
“There are rules, Y/N.”
You nodded bitterly and returned your eyes to the ceiling. The moment you did, you heard Obi Wan’s boot clomp against the floor of your room. It took your every ounce of willpower to keep from watching him as he walked out your door. You simply stayed still, listening for the hiss that would come with the opening entrance and his dulled footfalls.
When the sound of the door never sounded, you turned your head and saw him. Obi Wan stood at your bedside, paces away from the exit, paces away from leaving. He was yours, for a few seconds longer. You reached out a lazy hand in the hopes he would take, prove that he was truly yours. That he would stay.
“There are feelings too, Obi,” you countered softly. “Unless there isn’t?”
“No, there are,” he whispered. Obi Wan took your extended hand and a trembling breath slipped past your lips.
Almost as if he heard the shaking in your throat, he moved to sit on the edge of your bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, incidentally letting you fall closer into his warmth. His bright blue eyes drank in your features and you were thrust back into similar mornings. Mornings of pillow talk and careful caresses before someone’s comm chimed, tore down the peace you built in the peaceful hours of dawn.
“Then we continue.”
“Then we continue,” he replied, but his lips faltered down into a frown. “But you must know that my allegiances to-”
“The Republic,” you interrupted, giving his hand a soft squeeze. You and Obi Wan had talked so many times about this before, what would happen if what you had fell apart. “As are mine, as are all the Jedi.”
“Yes, but my allegiances to you will endure, whether we continue or not. Know that.”
As he spoke, Obi Wan leaned in closer, until his face was tantalizing few inches from your own. His warmth both put you at ease and stole your breath away. When you felt it soak into the sheets of your bed and to your exposed skin beneath, you also became suddenly aware of how vulnerable you were. But as Obi Wan’s free hand moved to cup your face, you knew he would not exploit that fact; he would protect you, always.
“I know now,” you replied once you found your breath again.
A soft silence settled between you then. Obi Wan’s hands remained on you: his left gave yours a gentle squeeze while the right traced your jawline. He drew you in and pressed the lightest of kisses to the corner of your mouth. You smiled when Obi Wan pulled away before you tugged his lips back to yours. He relented, kissed you harder than the last time.
His beard tickled your chin and coaxed your smile to widen. You felt his own mouth mirror your expression. At the sensation, you titled your head back and studied Obi Wan’s expression. How rare it was to see him smile. You leaned back and savored the sight.
“I’ll see you at today’s meeting?” Obi Wan asked, his tone low in a whisper. You merely nodded in response and he leaned forwards once more, pressed yet another kiss to your forehead.
He stood up then, gave your hand a last squeeze, and headed towards the door of your chambers. Watching Obi Wan leave was never easy. Even in those slow mornings of wandering hands, you always felt a pang of loss when he walked away. But then, that morning, with the tingling feeling of his lips on your yours and your skin lingering, it was lessened.
Though, as always, Obi Wan left with a part of your heart in his.
summary:khairyn sar is an important holiday within nabirian religion – it celebrates love and fertility. obi-wan gets a gift for you from the lower-level markets, aided by a helpful women who urges him to buy a certain plant… pairing:obi-wan x handmaiden!reader, established in this fic&this fic as well. word count: 8k warnings:this is porn with a dash of sex pollen trope / nsfw, 18+ a/n:i am literally not even sorry. here’s a late valentine’s day piece for you all, my lovely lil valentines. pls don’t repost!
It’s a holiday.
Maybe not on Coruscant, but to the Naboo senators and delegates on Coruscant, it is.
Padmé’s usual senatorial garb is exchanged for one of deep reds and a grandiose headpiece that mirrors the visage of Khairtai, the goddess of Fertility and Love. Beside her, Dormé, Sabé, Ellé and yourself bear a smudging of crimson down the center of your foreheads. It’s from the crushed millaflower – ground into a fine, deep red powder and blessed by the resident royal Pontifex.
Your outfits mirror Padmé’s, hair pinned back tightly into a tight, neat braids with a golden pin halo-ing your heads. It’s of religious significance; each comb bearing two bounding ash-rabbits. Symbols of fertility.
The Royal house of Naboo, namely the Amidala’s, are one of many devout to the Brotherhood of Cognizance – a polytheistic, monastic, allegorical based religion. Padmé herself was a larger worshipper of Shiraya, the goddess of the moon; Obi-Wan, on more than one account, found himself rather enraptured with the large statue on the outside patio of her Senatorial apartment upon visits with his friend.
In the evening sunset, the goddess’ moon shaped harp frames the horizon quite perfectly. Obi-Wan always wondered if it was some sort of metaphor – perhaps that Padmé was right where she needed to be, away from the throne and serving her people worlds away.
She’d moved to Coruscant following the ending of her second term of Queen, promptly slipping into her elected position as Senatorial representative. With her, she’d brought Dormé, Ellé, Sabé, and you– along with a small squad of royal guards. Though, Obi-Wan believed she hardly needed them. Padmé’s handmaidens were more than capable.
Author Notes: Ahhhh- 200 followers on the same day the Kenobi show airs? I’m truly blessed. Please enjoy this Kenobi one-shot because I love this man and his pretty hands. Also, there isn’t a set time period where this takes place so imagine whatever version of him you want!
Fandom: Star Wars
Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x AFAB Gender!Neutral Reader
Content: 2.3k words (reminder, I’m awful at using tenses correctly in writing, so if you see a mistake, no you didn’t-)
Summary: Obi-Wan starts to notice how you pay a little too much attention to his lightsaber training and decides to take it upon himself to help you focus.
Warnings: Jedi Code? Never heard of it, Swearing, Shameless smut, AFAB based smut, No descriptions other than reader has a vagina, Vaginal fingering, Obi-Wan is a tease, Anakin is a cockblock.
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[I highly recommend listening to Lana Del Rey- specifically ‘Lust For Life’, ‘Blue Jeans”, and ‘Burning Desire’- while you read this. I wrote this while listening to them and it heavily influenced me.]
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It wasn’t your fault that your eyes seemed to linger for a little longer than approprite, Obi-Wan was an attractive man. An attractive man with verynice hands. Could anyone really fault you for staring? He moved like the wind carried him. The slow hum of his lightsaber cut through the air as he recited practiced movements. He was graceful and calculated; there was a reason he was a Jedi Master after all. Honestly, you couldn’t even remember why he had invited you to watch him practice, but you weren’t about to argue. Your stare traveled across his form, appreciating the way his robes clung to his body and his limbs moved in time with each other before your eyes inevitably settled on his hands. Deft fingers clutched at the saber’s handle as it was effortlessly twirled in his grasp. Stars, the things you imagined those hands doing. You blinked away your drifting thoughts as Obi-Wan stilled, spinning the saber between his fingers as he halted all other movement. Confused, you tore you gaze away to look up at him only to find him staring back at you, his mischievous little smirk settled on his lips.
“Focused, darling?” he teased as his thumb brushed against the base of the saber as he deactivated it. You huffed and you quickly cast you gaze away from him as he chuckled. “You know, you really shouldn’t think so loudly in my presence, I don’t need to use the Force when you’re practically screaming your thoughts at me.” Your eyes widened as they snapped to him with a look of horror. He grinned at you as his eyes swam with unabashed mirth. He was teasing you that little shit-
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you huffed as you crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he mused as he slipped his saber into its holster that hung at his hip. You rolled your eyes as your cheeks burned. This man would be the death of you, you were certain of it. You refused to look at him as he approached you, you knew that looking at his unfiltered smirk would make your knees buckle as he all but stalked towards you.
Obi-Wan has always been, for lack of better words, a minx. Strong-willed and confident, yet not overly so, he was modest in the best of times and yet he knew of his effect on people, on you. He was different around others though, a guided leader with an ever present flame for the future. He would no doubt, and already has, lead his people to glory. And yet as he stood in front of you, leaning forwards and peering down at your smaller from, his energy swam with confidence. With you he was no Jedi Master- he was only a man.
“Obi-Wan,” you groaned with a warning as you shifted away from his towering frame.
“Yes, dear?” he hummed, your response effectively widening his grin, “Is there a problem?” You shot him a glare that stirred a chuckle out of him. “No need to be so modest, dear, what happened to your confident stare? Can you no longer meet my eyes?” You went to shy away, but as he lifted his hand, his earthy robes sliding up his forearm as he reached out, you froze in his presence. The soft pads of his fingers found your chin as he tilted your head back towards him, giving you no other option than to look up at him. “Focus, darling.”
“Obi…,” you breathed, air catching in your throat as you met his steady gaze. Fondness licked behind his eyes as he took you in, his fingertips brushing against the soft skin of your cheek as you let yourself sink into his touch. He leaned forwards, hovering over you as you tilted your head back to keep eye contact while he towered over you. He breathed out your name and the sound sent sinful shivers down your spine.
“Would you let me kiss you if I asked?” he hushed out as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You sucked in a breath as your eyes widened. Maker, yes. Of course you would. He shuddered as his eyes fell closed, lowering himself so his forehead rested against yours. “Do you not even try to silence your thoughts, dear?” he asked with no more than a whisper. There was no doubt in your mind that he knew how badly you wanted him, if his heavy breathing and solid grip against your chin was anything to go off of.
“Would…wouldyoukissme if I asked?” you breathed out as he opened his eyes again to meet yours.
“I would do anything you asked of me,” he hummed as he tilted his head, shifting to brush his nose against yours.
“Anything,” you muttered, “that’s dangerous territory, Kenobi.” His confident smirk returned as he lowered his lips to brush against yours, yet he didn’t kiss you.
“I may already have a few ideas of what you want, dear,” he purred as his hand shifted from your chin to brush against the sensitive skin of your throat. His other hand came up to slide around your waist as he tugged you closer, “you need only ask.” Your breath caught in your throat again as your mind wandered into sinful territory. His firm hands on your body only aided in the ache to have them running across every expanse of your form. “Use your words, darling.” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke and you couldn’t resist the urge to seize forwards and capture them in your own. He returned the kiss heartedly, a relieved groan slipping from his lips to yours.
“Touch me,” you hummed out as your tongue slid across his lower lip. His hands flexed against your form as another shameless groan escaped him.
“You’ll have to show me,” he rushed, his hand sliding from your neck to push back into your hair, “don’t worry, I learn quickly. Just show me what you want me to do.” Kriff, he was going to end you with his words alone. One hand slid up his chest to ghost across the skin at the collar of his tunic as your other met his at your waist. His breathing hitched as he tugged your lower lip in between his teeth and your hand gripped his wrist as you started to tug it to the front of your body.
“Take my clothes off,” you insisted breathlessly and he didn’t have to be told twice. His hands moved to slide up your shirt, fingers raising goosebumps as they brushed against your stomach. He broke the kiss only to pull your shirt from your frame and he hastily tugged off his robe, your fingers dipping beneath his tunic.
“Maker,” he groaned as he pulled back to tug it off his shoulders. Immediately, your hands went to trail up the expanse of his stomach, running up his chest to wrap around his shoulders.
“Want you,” you breathed as your head dipped forwards to place feverish kisses against his neck. He groaned again as his hands followed the path yours made against his skin.
“Guide me,” he insisted as he slipped his hands under your own to do with as you pleased. You pulled his hands towards your body, slipping his fingers under the waistband of your pants. He sucked in a breath as he tilted his head back, his fingers brushing against your hips. Slowly, he wrapped his digits around the fabric and pulled them down, the hot skin of his fingers brushing across the curve of your ass as he slid them off of you. You heaved out a groan, softly sinking your teeth into the nape of his neck as his touch set off fireworks in your belly. He shuddered as his fingers worked their way passed the edge of your underwear. Carefully, you slid your fingers through his and aided him in pulling them down. As they fell to your ankles, Obi-Wan pulled back to drink you in. His hungry gaze raked across your naked form as your hands squeezed his into the skin of your hips.
“Touch me, Obi-Wan,” you practically moaned as you tugged his hand closer to your front. You released his other hand as it slid up your spine to cup the back of your neck. His eyes searched your reactions as you slid his hand between your thighs. You moaned unapologetically as his hand ghosted between your folds. He let out his own groan as his fingers slid against your wetness.
“All this for me, darling?” he asked, his voice raspy as his eyes darkened with lust. You let out a whine as you nodded, pushing his fingers against your core. “Show me how you like it.” You breathed out another whine as your fingers matched up with his. Pressing his middle two forwards, he dipped them into you with a groan. As you tilted your head back, his lips met your neck as his fingers curled inside of you. With a shuddered breath, you tugged his thumb up and guided it in a circle around you clit.
“Yes,” you moaned, your eyes sliding shut, “like that, just like that.” His skilled fingers worked you open, curling inside you as he rubbed delicious circles around your clit. Obi-Wan groaned against your neck as his hands elicited sinful moans from you. He kissed with fervor against your neck, his tongue sliding across your pulse to drink in your moans.
“Beautiful,” he groaned out as he sunk his teeth into your skin, eliciting a breathy whine as you bucked against his hand. He pressed his hips forwards, rutting up against your thigh as his fingers quickened inside of you. Fingertips brushed against your walls perfectly as white hot pleasure shot through your body. Close, you were so close. He took in your reactions, repeating what clearly pulled them from you as his thumb hurried against your clit.
“Kriff, Obi-Wan,” you whined as you bucked against his hand, his hips following your movements his he slid his clothed erection against your plush thigh.
“So soft,” he groaned as his pressed himself against you. He ran hot against your skin as his fingers worked quickly to pull you into your high, “going to cum for me, darling?” You let out a pitched moan as you gave him an insistent nod.
“Obi-Wan-kriff, almost there just-“ your pleas were suddenly interpreted as a voice called out through the cave.
“Obi-Wan? You in there, Master?” called Anakin’s voice from outside the mountain. Obi-Wan swore unapologetically as you were suddenly ripped from your high. You let out a panicked squeak as you tugged Obi-Wan’s hand from between your thighs and hastily worked to pull your clothes back onto your body. As you tugged your pants on, you glanced up just in time to see him licking his deft fingers clean as he reached for his tunic. Kriffing Anakin-you were going to murder that boy. Footsteps echoed across the walls as the both of you scrambled to pull your shirts on. Anakin stepped through the opening just as Obi-Wan slid his robes back on and you quickly smoothed out your shirt.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan croaked out as he cleared his throat, “did you need something or are you simply here to bother me?”
“Well I tried reaching you on your communicator, but you’ve been ignoring me all day,” Anakin huffed out as his eyes slid from his master onto you, “clearly you’re busy with something important.” Your face burned and you resisted the urge to bolt out of the cave right then and there. Obi-Wan sent you a sheepish glance as he remembered turning off his communicator to avoid interruptions, clearly that worked so well.
“Yes, I was busy,” Obi-Wan huffed as he folded his arms across his chest, “I’ve been training.” Anakin raised an unconvinced eyebrow.
“Whatever you say Master,” Anakin chided as he turned to walk back out of the cave, “the council is having a meeting and I was sent to come get you since you obviously weren’t responding to their calls either.” Obi-Wan let out a sigh as he sent you an apologetic look. “Just hurry it up Master, I’ll be waiting outside.” And with that, Anakin left leaving you alone with Obi-Wan again.
“I’m sorry, dear,” he sighed as he lifted his hand to brush against your cheek, “I must go, but we can meet again tomorrow?” You shifted as if to contemplate his request, but who were you to say no to his pleading eyes? With a sigh, you nodded and sent him a soft smile. His shoulders slumped in relief as he leaned forwards to give you a quick kiss. “Then I will see you later, my darling.” With a final brush of his thumb against your cheek, he pulled away and hurried out of the cave. He sent you one last wave and a grin that made your heart thump wildly against your chest. You watched him leave as silence settled over the expanse of the cave.
Only one thought made you grin with delight as you readied yourself to head home; Obi-Wan was definitely going to have it out for Anakin for the foreseeable future.
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Anakin you absolute menace, how dare you- oh right I made him do that- sorry, not sorry.
summary: after being on the run for 10 years, will you finally see your long lost lover again?
word count: 1700+
a/n: I’m backkkkk! honestly was just watching the new series and had this idea, so of course, I decided to write it. this will be multiple parts, and part two is already in the works, so stay tuned for that!
You wake up with a gasp. A disturbance in the force. The size of which you’ve never felt before - so heavy, it woke you out of a dead sleep. Instinctively, you sit up and reach out your hand, beckoning your saber toward you.
After a quick inspection of your room, you find nothing amiss. It’s quiet. Too quiet, and still. Everything is as it was when you returned from your mission a few hours ago. But despite the calm, you feel it. A dull ache in your chest, a slight pain in your head - something is wrong and the force wills you to listen.
You jump out of bed and grab your robe. You keep your saber in hand as you quickly move through your quarters and exit into the hallway. You knew Obi Wan was on Utapau, and Anakin, well he was probably with Padme. At this time of day, many of the other Jedi who weren’t on missions would be training the younglings, so you decide to start there. Perhaps they had also felt the disturbance and would be able to tell you more.
Summary: whilst on an assignment with Obi-Wan, you find yourself unable to sleep after dreaming about him, and he sits with you to talk about it. (PART i)
CW: mentions of insomnia and ~sexual~ dreams, though not graphic. Both POVs.
Rating:PG-13 Summary:On a recon mission you and Obi-Wan must pretend to be a married couple. This brings feelings to light that neither of you realized were there.
You had tried to hide the terse look on your face as you sat next to Obi-Wan on your transport to a high class gala on Alderaan for your mission, but unfortunately you were never good at holding you expressions in check. You would have felt much more comfortable in your A-wing than the civilian ship you and your mission partner were travelling in.
A short sigh left your mouth as you tried not to worry yourself about the mission, after all there wasn’t much you could do to change your circumstances. Your brief noise caught the attention of Obi-Wan and he tilted his head towards you, taking in your tense features. A small smile covered his lips as he quipped, “Come now, it’s not as if you actually had to marry me.”
You rolled your eyes at his statement and shot a facetious glare his way, “Not everything is about you Master Kenobi.”
Settling back into your seat you allowed your eyes to slide to the window in front of you watching space pass by. Though you could certainly see why he would think your little huff was directed at him considering you had been less than pleased at your mission partner when in the mission debrief. It wasn’t that you lacked respect for the Jedi General in fact you held him in the highest regard. However, your perfectionist nature and the fact that Obi-Wan seemed to be naturally gifted in most things he did led to a fiercely competitive friendship through the both of your lives. In truth you weren’t really upset that you had been paired with him, the frustration stemmed mainly from within and your worry that you would make a fool of yourself in front of the esteemed Jedi next to you.
Apparently you missed his reply, lost in your own thoughts, and you were startled from your racing thoughts by a call of your name. Turning abruptly you met his genuinely concerned gaze and you blinked blankly at him for a second until he prompted, “Are you are alright?”
This time your huff was directed towards him and you narrowed your eyes in annoyance, this was just like him to question you like that. You knew he was truly just wanting to ensure there was nothing wrong but the part of your brain that enjoyed pushing his buttons seemed to take over as you muttered, “Fine. Just thinking about how I have to pretend that I, your wife, let you keep your hair like that.”
Obi-Wan’s mouth parted and a rather indignant noise flew from him before he glared back at you, one hand subconsciously tugging at the end of his long locks, “Yes, well at least you don’t have to deal with a partner who’s recon missions tend to go as well as falling into a sarlacc pit goes.”
An audible gasp flew from you as you spun towards him, your face heating in anger, and you spit out, “You’re lucky I don’t have my lightsaber on me Kenobi!”
A smirk covered his lips and you knew whatever was coming next would only serve to further provoke you. Your thoughts were proven absolutely correct as Obi-Wan smugly questioned, “I think rather it’s you who’s lucky that your weapon isn’t on you as we both know how embarrassing it would be for me to best you after that little quip.”
Having known Obi-Wan for so long you could pretty easily predict what was going to come out of his mouth and this time you were ready. You let out a short laugh before retorting, “I’d only hope that you’d grant me the small mercy of knocking me out so I don’t have to listen to you prattle on anymore.”
“My dear it seems that would be the most beneficial option for both of us.” Came Kenobi’s smooth reply. Crossing your arms and sinking further down into your seat you snapped back a short ‘fine’ and allowed the space craft to fall into silence. It remained that way for majority of the few hours left in flight, the quiet only disturbed by the occasional question as you went over the mission plans again. The mission in question was to find out if a high ranking Alderaan official was secretly pushing a separatist agenda - something that Bail Organa’s wife had become suspicious of. You had questioned why this wasn’t simply a solo mission and much to your displeasure had found out that this man had a penchant for married women it seemed, thus here the two of you were.
Thanks to your rigorous study of the mission details it didn’t seem all that long until you were arriving on Alderaan and being escorted to your room within the royal palace. When you arrived you barely had time to take in your surroundings before Obi-Wan was softly muttering that he would get ready first and you could make yourself comfortable. He quickly retreated to the bathroom of the luxurious accommodations and you took a moment to take a look around. Though the room was grand it was decorated minimally, not that it mattered when a large window gave a stunning view of the snowy topped mountains.
You took a long breath to soak in the beauty that you didn’t often get to see within the bustling confines of the city before turning and setting your bags down. One bag was dedicated solely to the gown you were supposed to wear tonight - a truly impressive dress that made you feel like royalty and at the same time completely out of your element. Pulling it gently out of the bag you laid it across the couch, ensuring there were minimal wrinkles. Satisfied you let your eyes roam the room and then you settled your gaze on the bed in the room. Blinking for a few seconds your head quickly turned to look around the rest of the room as if you could will a second bed into existence. A deep exhale left your mouth as you pinched the bridge of your nose already deciding that you would offer to let Obi-Wan take the bed, after all you had been the one to pick a fight with him on the ship, it seemed the least you could do.
Settling on the couch next to your dress you pulled out a small mirror and began to undo the tight braids your hair was in to hopefully save you some time in the bathroom. It wasn’t often that you wore your hair down and your could feel your scalp thanking you as you lightly massaged any sore spots. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, once again allowing your thoughts and worries about the mission consume your thoughts despite your best efforts to simply relax, and you startled slightly when the refresher door slid open. Obi-Wan strolled out dressed in a similar style to Bail Organa and you wondered if perhaps the senator hadn’t lent him some of his clothing. Though all thoughts flew from your head as he passed the window and the sun caught on his cheekbones, highlighting his skin and lighting up his brilliant blue eyes. You could have sworn time slowed down as he offered you a gentle smile and your breath caught in your throat as you tried to regain some of your sense. It was only after a few moments that you noticed he had trimmed his hair, where the curls had fallen just past his shoulders they now just brushed them. Had he done that because of your snarky statement? Your brow furrowed slightly as you questioned why you were so caught up in his appearance in the first place and the moment was broken by your gaze snapping to the floor.
Obi-Wan’s gaze lingered on you, a slight frown covering his face as he wondered if he had somehow upset you when you quickly gathered your belongings and practically fled into the bathroom. A small noise distracted him from your retreating form and he bent down to pick up the fake engagement and wedding rings you had been given to wear. Standing he turned to call out to you but as the refresher door slid shut he simply held onto them, figuring he could give you them before the two of you left for the gala.
Staring into the mirror you sighed deeply, shaking your head. The only reason you were distracted by Obi-Wan’s appearance was because of your nerves about the mission you had decided. Nothing more and nothing less. You had certainly never looked at Obi-Wan in that light before - though there were all the times when you found yourself captivated by his grace in combat and how his……no you definitely had never seen him like this before.
Focusing back to the task at hand you applied your makeup and finished putting your hair into a simple updo, one that you had done before and that was elegant and yet functional at keeping your hair out of your face. And then came the dress. You disrobed rather quickly, folding your clothes into a neat pile, and stepped into the dress. Pulling it on you could admit that it truly was a beautiful dress though as your arms slid into the small off the shoulder sleeves you could tell that there was no practicality in the dress. Your arms seemed to fit into the sleeves a bit snugly and thus your movement was quite severely limited, an issue you found when attempting to reach back and lace the back of the dress. After several futile attempts you hung your head in defeat, taking a deep breath before calling out for your Jedi partner. You waited several seconds before calling out again, this time hearing several hurried footsteps before you heard your name come from the opposite side of the door. Sighing you gave in and as quietly as you could manage (while still ensuring he could hear you) asked, “Will you please come help me?”
The door slid open and you stubbornly stared at the counter as your face heated in embarrassment, “I just- I can’t get the laces and I’m not really even sure how they’re supposed to go. Please don’t laugh, I know I look completely ridiculous and I-”
You were cut off by a soft, calming call of your name and then you felt Obi-Wan’s fingers brush at your back, gathering the laces. His gentle tone caught you off guard yet again and you stilled, chancing a glance in the mirror. Blue eyes caught yours and the serious look on his face had you freezing where you stood. Deftly he laced up the back, tugging and pulling as lightly as he could, only breaking eye contact for a few moments at a time. His sureness had you feeling more calm by the second and when he finished, tucking the laces in between the layers of your dress, his gentle smile brought you back to reality. Turning your face heated for an entirely different reason as you realized how close you were, gaze dropping to the floor again.
A warm hand captured your left hand and gently raised it, calloused fingers brushing softly over yours. Looking up at him in confusion you were met with a mischievous grin and his opposite hand procured the rings you were supposed to be wearing. You let out a small laugh as you relaxed completely in his grip, “Looks like I’m not getting out of this marriage am I Obi-Wan?”
“Most certainly not my dear.” A smile crossed your face as he slid the rings onto your finger delicately. Your other hand rose to run through the hair at the nape of his neck as you questioned, “Did you cut your hair for me?”
General Kenobi tensed slightly at your question and as your eyes met his a light pink dusted his cheeks. That was answer enough for you and an airy laugh fell from your lips, “Thank you darling, it looks wonderful.”
Purposefully you drawled out the pet name in an attempt at his accent. There was a pause and the Obi-Wan let out an equally as bright laugh before he squeezed your hand, “Well I’m glad you think so. However, I do believe it is time for us to head to the gala.”
As if sensing your nerves about to spike Obi spoke again in a teasing lilt, “And you don’t look ridiculous, you truly look absolutely ravishing.”
With that he swept out of the room, leaving you to pick your jaw up off of the floor and your hands smoothed down your dress before you followed after him - an air of confidence overtaking you.
The two of you arrived shortly after the gala had began, a steady flow of officials and ambassadors filling the room. Swallowing you took a step closer to Obi-Wan and a comforting hand met your lower back. Sharp eyes scanned the room as the two of you searched for the target.
“I don’t see him.” You said lowly and Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, “Nor I. While we wait would your prefer to mingle with others, dance or should we make ourselves known at the bar?”
You opted for the last option, as it offered a solid vantage point of everyone entering and having a small drink never hurt. Courteously Obi-Wan guided you through the crowds and even pulled out your seat for you, ensuring you were sat comfortably before taking his own seat next to you. Ordering quickly your partner slid around on the stool to face outwards and you turned to face him, your thighs brushing together lightly.
The contact had you taking a healthy swallow of your drink once it arrived and then you distracted yourself by keeping an eye out on the entrance. A warm palm settled on your knee and a shock shot up your spine causing you to nearly choke on your drink. Glancing at Obi-Wan you noticed his eyes trailing someone. A look towards his eyeline confirmed that he had located the target, who in a stroke of good fortune was heading directly towards the bar. Deciding it would be best to play up your false marriage you softly called out for Obi-Wan’s attention, which was promptly given. You inhaled deeply as you made eye contact and whispered, “Do you trust me?”
Obi’s eyes searched yours as he nodded and surely stated 'of course’. That gave you the courage to lean forwards, left hand coming up to cup his face, and connect your lips together. The Jedi jolted and froze for a split-second before responding to the kiss more eagerly than you had anticipated. His lips were soft and warm, moving in tandem with yours, and when his hand slid up to your thigh a small nip on your lower lip had you melting into him. In the moment everything faded away - the mission, the crowd surrounding you, the cacophony of sound - it was only you and him, that’s all that mattered. His other hand rose to cup your hand on the side of his face and he gave it a soft squeeze as he parted from you, a warmth gleaming in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.
You felt your face heating as he gave you a sparkling smile, you pulled back slightly but he kept your hand clasped in his. A brush of his lips against the tips of his fingers sparked something in your lower stomach and you had to suppress a gasp as he then pressed a kiss to your palm, lips trailing to the pulse point on your wrist. As his lips made contact you swore you forgot how to breath, his cerulean eyes locked with yours as your lips parted in a silent exhale. With that gentle touch he slowly rose, brushed a stray hair off of your cheek, and bent to your level. Beard tickling at your cheek he whispered to you, “He’s directly behind you, I think we peaked his interest darling."
Standing up to his full height again he made it clear that he would be right back before pressing a kiss to your forehead, seemingly leaving you alone with the target, your heart racing from the intimate touches. You knew that he wasn’t going far, the banquet hall in the palace had secret eavesdropping locations hidden behind screens and you knew he would be retreating to one of those.
Spinning to face the bar again you caught the bartenders attention to order another drink and a gruff voice spoke up from next to you that he would be paying for your drink. A false smile coated your face as you turned to thank him and you made sure to show off the ring on your left hand as you finished the first drink. As the man gave you a smug smile you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him.
He turned out to be a ridiculously easy mark, caring more about impressing a stranger who he thought he could fuck than keeping his mouth shut about his views. It was only after you got the information you needed to relay to Senator Organa that Obi-Wan swooped back in. His arm sliding around your waist and he pulled you close to him had the stranger grumbling as the two of you excused yourselves. To keep up appearances you made your way around the ballroom once before sneaking out. You weren’t going to lie the two drinks had you speaking a bit more freely than normal which led to several bouts of unrestrained laughter from the two of you as you made your way back to your quarters, Obi-Wan’s arm never leaving the comfortable way he had it wrapped around your waist.
When you reached the doors Obi-Wan hesitated and you tilted your head at him in confusion. There was a pause before he spoke, "I know throughout our years we’ve both strived to best each other and given that you are a fierce competitor I wouldn’t have it any other way. However, I enjoyed tonight and how easy it was with you.”
You simply smiled and entwined your hands, pulling him into your quarters for the night. Once the door slid shut you pulled him into another soft kiss, this time it was short and sweet, leaving a tender smile on both of your faces.
It seemed there were many unspoken things left to be said but for tonight as the two of you lay on opposite sides of the bed (both of you had refused to let the other sleep on the couch) nothing else needed to be said. It wasn’t long before you had rolled over and scooted close to the center with Obi-Wan following shortly after. As he wrapped you up in a cozy embrace you nuzzled into his chest, sleep nearly overtaking you but you couldn’t let him go to sleep without a teasing reminder of, “I hope you know this won’t make me go easy on you when we spar. I’ll still have no problem beating you.” A chuckle rumbled in Obi-Wan’s chest as he muttered something that suspiciously sounded like 'you can certainly try’.
I’ve already send this request to many writers but every single one of them just ignored me. And every time I listen to this song I have this plot in mind. So now I’m posting it for everyone to see so that maybe anybody will feel inspired to write it.
my tears riccochet by Taylor Swift Just listen to the song.
Reader was a fellow Jedi and her and Obi were in love but for some reason she fell to the dark side during the Clone Wars and the council sends him after her to eliminate the thread. During this he fights with his guilt, feelings for her and dedication to the jedi. He dreams of her and she also still loves and misses him. He can’t bring it over him to kill her but in the end he will. “you had to kill me but it killed you just the same […] you turned into your worst fears”
Please for my mental state that is really bad right now, someone needs to write this.
I’ve already send this request to many writers but every single one of them just ignored me. And every time I listen to this song I have this plot in mind. So now I’m posting it for everyone to see so that maybe anybody will feel inspired to write it.
my tears riccochet by Taylor Swift Just listen to the song.
Reader was a fellow Jedi and her and Obi were in love but for some reason she fell to the dark side during the Clone Wars and the council sends him after her to eliminate the thread. During this he fights with his guilt, feelings for her and dedication to the jedi. He dreams of her and she also still loves and misses him. He can’t bring it over him to kill her but in the end he will. “you had to kill me but it killed you just the same […] you turned into your worst fears”
Please for my mental state that is really bad right now, someone needs to write this.
Obi-Wan Kenobi 3: Order 66+Exile (Love Story Inspiration)
Since the show has finally started I wanted to share my 3 part playlists again:
This part includes order 66 and its trauma, but also living in exile together. In my mind they find peace there even though they struggle for some time. They get married and start a family. Living the life they promissed each other during the clone wars until Luke takes them on another adventure and Obi dies…
Obi-Wan Kenobi 3: Order 66+Exile (Love Story Inspiration)
Since the show has finally started I wanted to share my 3 part playlists again:
This part includes order 66 and its trauma, but also living in exile together. In my mind they find peace there even though they struggle for some time. They get married and start a family. Living the life they promissed each other during the clone wars until Luke takes them on another adventure and Obi dies…
Obi-Wan Kenobi 2: Clone Wars (Love Story Inspiration)
Since the show has finally started I wanted to share my 3 part playlists again:
This part follows a love story from episode 2 all the way to right before Order 66 happens. Including all the Clone Wars trauma and some more explicitly songs. Since this ties to my first playlist in my head they’re both Jedi and reunite after some years apart.
Obi-Wan Kenobi 2: Clone Wars (Love Story Inspiration)
Since the show has finally started I wanted to share my 3 part playlists again:
This part follows a love story from episode 2 all the way to right before Order 66 happens. Including all the Clone Wars trauma and some more explicitly songs. Since this ties to my first playlist in my head they’re both Jedi and reunite after some years apart.
Obi-Wan Kenobi 1: Padawan (Love Story Inspiration)
Since the show has finally started I wanted to share my 3 part playlists again: This part in my mind refers to a lovestory during his padawan time (with another padawan) up until episode 1 and him taking over the time consuming and heavy duty of looking after Anakin and OC eventually leaves to find their own path after getting knighted.
Rating:PG-13 Summary:On a recon mission you and Obi-Wan must pretend to be a married couple. This brings feelings to light that neither of you realized were there.
You had tried to hide the terse look on your face as you sat next to Obi-Wan on your transport to a high class gala on Alderaan for your mission, but unfortunately you were never good at holding you expressions in check. You would have felt much more comfortable in your A-wing than the civilian ship you and your mission partner were travelling in.
A short sigh left your mouth as you tried not to worry yourself about the mission, after all there wasn’t much you could do to change your circumstances. Your brief noise caught the attention of Obi-Wan and he tilted his head towards you, taking in your tense features. A small smile covered his lips as he quipped, “Come now, it’s not as if you actually had to marry me.”
Rereading this one and I still ❤️ it. There needs to be more Obi-wan x readers where they pretend to be married or go on missions together with fluff. Great job
summary:after a long day, obi-wan comes back home to his family
warnings/tags:fem!pregnant!reader,no major spoilers for the series, domestic fluff
Obi-Wan sighed as he collected his pay from his boss. It was just a normal day for him, he woke up and planted a kiss on your cheek as you slept, then he went to check on his sleeping son. He warmed up his breakfast and made his way to work. Now comes his favorite part of the day, coming home to his family.
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
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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.
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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.
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.
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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.
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
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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.
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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.
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???
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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.”
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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.
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.
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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.”
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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.
