#seriously wow
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Force-sensitive F!Reader (no pronouns)
Rating:Explicit
Word Count: 8.7k words
Summary: You first encounter him at twenty, when your mother receives a call from an old friend named Qui-Gon Jinn.
Warnings: SMUT (18+ only): sex pollen (so inherently dubious consent!), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected piv
A/N: Watched the first two eps of Obi-Wan Kenobi on Friday and it made me feel Some Type Of Way about Obi-Wan’s sense of duty, and then this happened, despite the fact that I had no intention really of ever writing Obi-Wan. (Since he’s not officially on my taglist form, I’ve tagged only folks who have signed up for my blanket taglist, but please feel free to clarify with me whether you’d like to be tagged on Obi-Wan fics in the future.) With this particular fic, I encourage you to read it on AO3, as the formatting better suits the structure of the story. But the entire thing is posted under the cut below.Read it on AO3 here!
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You first encounter him at twenty, when your mother receives a call from an old friend named Qui-Gon Jinn.
She’s always had quite a number of old friends, cloaked figures at varying stages of haggard who come through your house for a few days at a time in search of a place to rest their heads in your isolated part of the galaxy. With them, they always bring lightsabers, small and peculiar gifts of gratitude, and fantastical stories of adventure.
This old friend brings with him a queen’s handmaiden, not much younger than you. He brings news of political sabotage and an urgent request for food, water, and supplies to repair his ship.
“I’m afraid I don’t have access to the parts you need,” your mother says. “I know who will, but I must warn you: he won’t bargain lightly when he realizes how badly you need his help.”
Qui-Gon smiles. “You should know by now that I can hold my own in a deal.”
From the way your mother rolls her eyes – not discreetly, either – you know you’ll be asking for a story later. But before he leaves you alone, Qui-Gon adds, “My Padawan and the queen have remained with the ship. Do you know of a discreet messenger who could bring the rest of these rations to them?”
No one needs to look at you—this will be your task, and you know it.
This was incredible!! I never knew I needed sex pollen with Obi-Wan but here we are.
I really liked their backstory of meeting years ago and then again later, and the moments of good ole Obi-Wan snark mixed with the man he is now. This was excellent.