If Only - Part Three

Part One–Part Two

Plot: Four years after Obi-Wan goes into exile on Tatooine, he begins to dream of Y/n, someone he thought he had lost. But as these dreams begin to feel more like visions and messages, Obi-Wan begins to wonder if maybe you aren’t gone after all. Meanwhile, a very much alive Y/n is being held captive by Empire allies.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, torture, screaming,death. Weapons (blasters).

Words: 3.7k

Notes: Takes place four years after Revenge of the Sith movie. Angst + Whump with a happy ending. This is the last part of this short series.The “Netherworld” is in reference to where the Jedi go when they die. Sometimes you can see or contact them, as seen in some of the movies.

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The dream was different this time. He was in a place he didn’t recognize. But he could hear you speaking, your voice was muffled, as if you were under water.

He began walking down the corridor, at least he thought it was a corridor. The walls seemed to be made of water, the path in front of him darkened by shadow.

He stopped as your voice called out again. No longer muffled, but distant, and sad. “If there is anyone left, please. Can anyone hear me?”

“Y/n?” He called you, is own voice seeming to echo around him.

“Obi-Wan?” Your voice returned.

He felt his heart racing. “Y/n! What is this?”

“Obi-Wan, where are you? Why can’t I see you?”

“Y/n, where are you?”

“Obi-Wan? Obi-Wan!”

Suddenly, within the darkness, a scream pierced his ears. You were screaming, you were in pain. You were dying.

As his eyes shot open, he could still hear the sound of your voice echoing in his head. Sitting up, he looked around, as though he expected you to be right there in front of him.

Rubbing his eyes he remembered your scream, piercing, horrible. Was he somehow connected to your memory through the force? Was that you dying? No. No it was just a dream.

Getting out of his bed, he looked out the window, dawn was just beginning. Looking around the room he let out a long sigh. His eyes lingered on a small chest on the floor. Walking over, he opened it, before rifling through and pulling out a cloth pouch. Dumping the contents into his hand he sat back on he bed.

Staring down at the pendant, he thought back on the last day he saw you. That last day. Though it was four years ago, he could still remember the way it felt to kiss you. And how painful it was to see you walk away from him. He thought he would see you again, but then everything changed, and everything ended, and you were gone.

There were very few Jedi left, and he was sure, at least at first, that you weren’t one of them. He had learned from Master Yoda later on where you had been stationed after he left. From what he could learn, every Jedi in that sector had been killed by the Empire. You were one. At least, that’s what he had thought these past four years.

But recently, since these dreams started, he began to wonder if that was true. What you said in the dream. “Where are you? Why can’t I see you?” What did that mean? Why would you be reaching out to him if you were dead?

He had tried to reach out before, with the force, to contact you in the Netherworld, like some could those with those who had died. But nothing happened. Was that what this was now? Him reaching out subconsiously, hearing your last moments some how?

Looking back down at the pendant, he squeezed it tight in his fist. Bringing his fist up to his face he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He felt regret and guilt building up in his gut. Regret at having never had the chance to be with you. Guilt at chasing you away.

“Obi-Wan.”

His eyes shot open as he looked around the room. Standing up he called out. “Y/n?”

That was your voice, it sounded as though you were right there. But you sounded tired, weak, sad. Taking a deep breath he focused with the force. He could feel you, a connection surrounding him. “Y/n?”

Hearing a guttural scream echo throughout his house he let out a startled breath, and the connection disappeared.

“Y/n” He said softly to himself.

This was not you reaching out from the Netherworld, it couldn’t be. He needed to find out what happened to you. He needed to know if he was mourning you for four years, while you were still out there. And if you were out there, why were you in such pain?

—————-

“Obi-Wan, where are you? Why can’t I see you?” You swear you had heard his voice, as though he was right there. Hearing nothing in return you called out again, desperation in your voice. “Obi-wan? Obi-Wan!”

Before you could reach out again, the torture continued, but you tried to hold the connection, you didn’t want to be alone. You had been trying for weeks now to reach out with the force. To either contact another Jedi, or get help from someone in the Netherworld. But nothing had happened, no one came.

But then you heard his voice. Obi-Wan’s, but you could’t see him. From everything you heard, you should see him. Were you not strong enough to reach out to the Netherworld?

Some time had passed since you had heard Obi-Wan’s voice. You closed your eyes and leaned back against the cold wall, a tear streaming down your face. You had been in this place for weeks now, having been captured by allies of the Empire.

You thought back on everything that had happened as you sat in the darkness. After the deaths of most of the Jedi, you ran. You barely survived being killed, but now you were alone, and lost. You tried to find out more about the remaining Jedi, but found little over the years. Obi-Wan, Yoda, Anakin, everyone was gone.

But your questions drew attention, and now you were a captive being tortured for information. They thought you were a spy for the remaining Resistance. Even though you truly knew nothing about them anymore, they did not believe you. You were glad they had no way of knowing you had been a Jedi, but you feared they might find out somehow.

Hearing steps echoing down the corridor, closer and closer, you took a deep breath. They were coming for you, again. Maybe this time your body would finally give up.

Feeling a sudden rush of frustration wash over you, you shook away the thought of giving up. That wasn’t you. You needed to remember who you were. Obi-Wan’s voice echoed through your mind. ‘Remember who you are.’

If you were going to die here, it wouldn’t be while getting tortured. It would be while escaping. While fighting.

As the cell doors slid open, you looked up at the man in front of you. One of the guards you seemed to take a liking to hurting you. Looking down at you, he sneered, teeth showing, standing up, you let him get close, and you smiled back at him.

—————–

Obi-Wan looked down at the planet from orbit, it was small, and in the center of a large city, was a large military-like base, run by allies of the Empire.

After a few days of searching for information, he finally found a resistance spy. The spy knew nothing about you, whether you were dead or alive. The only information they had, was that recently, a supposed spy had been taken by these empire allies to be tortured for information.

There was nothing to prove that it was you, but Obi-Wan couldn’t shake this feeling in his gut that told him it was you down there. Alone, in pain, reaching out to anyone who was still around that might hear you. And the closer he got, the more the feeling increased.

So whether or not he was going to find you, or another resistance spy, there was no turning back, not now.

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You crept through the corridor, staying in the darkness, as you tried to avoid being seen. You didn’t know how long it would be before a guard found that it was not you in your cell, but the guard who was supposed to watch you.

Hand gripped around a stun cane, you hid in the darkness as someone ran past. You let out a shaky breath as you began moving again, every part of your body screaming in pain. Sweat was caking your brow, your hands shaking, head aching. You could feel the warm stain of blood on your side as you moved, your wounds having opened during your fight with the guard.

Rounding the corner, you stumbled to a stop as you came face to face with one of the guards. He didn’t hesitate before lunging at you with his own stun cane.

Dodging the first blow, you swung your cane, hitting him in the leg. Yelling out in anger, he struck back, hitting you in the shoulder, the shock causing you to drop your own cane.

Striking you again, right in your wounded side, you groaned in pain before you grabbed his arm, pulling and flinging him over your shoulder. As he hit the ground, you grabbed his cane, forcing to his neck until he passed out. Rising, you stumbled into the wall, breathing heavily.

You flinched as you heard the sound of blaster fire echoing from somewhere else in the base. A moment later, the lights began flashing as an alarm started wailing. Grabbing the guard, you dragged him into a nearby storage room, taking his cloak, you put it on, hoping you could blend in.

As you got closer to the docking bay, you heard blaster fire getting closer. You jumped back as guards an past, paying you no mind, as the hood of your cloak shrouded your face.

You could see the docking bay just ahead of you, there was an intruder there, but you needed to steal a ship to get away. A sudden thought entered your mind. What if the intruder was here for you?

Quickly, doubt replaced the hope that built at the thought. No one was coming for you, you needed to get out yourself. Feeling you vision blur momentarily, you leaned against the wall. Looking back towards the docking bay as three more guards ran in, you felt panic begin to rise as the doors began to shut. Running, ignoring the pain and dizziness, you managed to barely make it as the doors shut behind you.

Hearing blaster fire just ahead of you, you dove behind a large container. Peaking out, you saw the guards firing on someone at the edge of the room. You could only see a glimpse of the person as they occasionally reached out to fire.

You watched as a guard tried to sneak up on them, and as they went behind a container, your eyes widened when you saw them fly back, and into the wall, unconscious.

'A Jedi? Did someone really hear me? Obi-Wan?’ Creeping around the edge of the room, your thoughts ran wild. 'It can’t be Obi-Wan, he’s dead. Isn’t he?’

As you peaked around another container, you felt your whole body freeze. You could see enough of him now, his face peaking out from beneath his own cloak as he fired on the guards. “Obi-Wan.” You whispered, feeling your head spin.

As a blaster shot grazed past Obi-Wan’s head, you came out of your shock, realizing he was outnumbered.

Looking around, you saw a nearby blaster, lying beside a dead guard. Taking a deep breath, and pushing past the screaming pain in your body and the weakness you felt threatening. You ran out, grabbing the blaster and firing at the guards.

Obi-Wan looked over at the sound of nearby blaster fire. He prepared to fire, but stopped as he saw the cloaked figure firing on the guards. As the figure ducked away from blaster fire, Obi-Wan rose, firing on the rest of the guards.

After the last guard finally fell, he let out a breath of relief. But jumped when a shot blew past him, spinning back, he saw a guard that had snuck up on him, fall to the ground. Turning back around, he aimed his blaster at the cloaked figure.

As Obi-Wan pointed his blaster at you, you lowered yours, and raised your hands up. Your voice was caught in your throat, though you wanted nothing more than to call out to him.

Slowly, you raised your hands towards your face, grabbing the edge of your hood, and pulling it back.

You saw Obi-Wan’s face change to surprise as he slowly lowered his gun. “Y/n.” His voice came out, barely audible.

You let out a soft breath and smiled at him. “Obi-Wan.” You took a small step forward, but felt your vision blur.

Obi-Wan ran towards you as you began to fall to the ground. Catching you in his arms before you hit the ground, he brought his hand to your face. “Y/n!” Your face was bruised, tired, and dirty. Looking down, he saw blood seeping through the cloak.

He could hear banging on the walls of the docking bay he had rigged to close. Scooping you up into his arms, he ran back the way he came, hoping he was not too late to get to you.

Your eyes fluttered open as cold metal was pressed against your back. Looking through blurred vision, you saw Obi-Wan at the head of the small ship.

Your eyes closed again.

“Y/n. Y/n?”

Obi-Wan’s voice pulled you from the darkness. As you opened your heavy eyes, you saw him leaning over you. You were still on the ship.

“It’s alright now, we’ve escaped.”

You stared into his eyes for a moment, unaware a tear was streaming down your face. As Obi-Wan wiped it away, you forced yourself to speak.

“H-how? I thought, you were dead.”

He smiled sadly as he kept his palm to your cheek. “I thought the same of you. Until the dreams.”

“So that was really you that I heard?”

He nodded his head once.

Another tear fell as you felt your eyes growing heavier again. “I-I thought that…I was alone.”

Obi-Wan felt his own eyes beginning to burn hot. “Not anymore.” He said softly.

As you met his eyes briefly, he felt his gut clench when your eyes closed, and your body went limp. Quickly grabbing what medical supplies he had, he laid you flat down on the ground.

Seeing to your wounds, he almost felt sick. It seemed that your whole body was bruised, small burns littered your side, and you had multiple wounds, the worse was on your side, which was still bleeding.

Thinking back on why you were in the docking bay, he saw your knuckles freshly red. You must have begun your own escape. But how long had you been there? Guilt rocketed through him. If only he had listened to the dreams before, when they first started.

Wipeing at your face, he stared down at you. Through the dirt and bruises, he could still tell you were just as alluring as you had been. Oh how he missed looking at you.

Turning and looking out of the ship window, he note that you’d arrive back on Tatooine in a few hours. He would take you back to his home. You would be safe there. He would have to tell you about Anakin. Padme, Luke, Leia. There was so much you weren’t there to see. And he was sure there was much you had to tell him.

Covering you with his cloak, he began to gently stroking your face. After everything he had lost, somehow, the universe brought you back to him. This time, he would not make the mistake of letting you go again.

——————

As your eyes fluttered open, you felt a moment of panic and confusion. Sitting up you let out a small wince, as pain shot through your side. Looking around the small hut like structure, you wondered where you were.

Suddenly remembering everything that had taken place, you climbed out of the bed and walked to the door. Stepping out into the hot sun’s light, you looked around desperately.

And as Obi-Wan rounded the corner, water pale in hand, you felt an almost overwhelming mix of relief rush through you.

As his eyes landed on you, he stopped in his tracks. Slowly setting down the water pale, he watched you, seeing various emotions crossing your face.

“You’re finally awake.” He mused softly, days of worry, watching over you, fading into relief.

“I thought it was a dream.” You said softly. “When I woke up I thought I was…back there.”

He walked towards you. “It wasn’t a dream. You’re safe.”

Your eyes scanned his face, and it seemed as though he had aged much more than you’d expected. Then again, you didn’t know what these last four years had been like for him.

As he stopped in front of you, you felt overwhelmed again, and threw yourself forward, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. A moment later you felt his arms wrap around you as well.

“All this time.” You didn’t finished your thought, you knew he knew exactly what you meant.

All this time, thinking the other was dead. All this time alone. All this time, you were so close to each other, yet so far away.

Pulling away, you met his eyes again, and he smiled at you. You felt your heart quake at the sight. You had missed that smile.

Going back to grab the water, he walked back to you and took your hand in his. “Come, lets go inside. We have a lot to discuss.”

You stared at the floor, processing everything Obi-Wan had told you. About Anakin. About Padme’s death, and her two children. That one was on this very planet.

You felt a tear stream down your face, and you quickly wiped it away. Looking at Obi-Wan, you could see heavy emotion weighing over him. You were close to Anakin, but not nearly as much as Obi-Wan.

“How could he do it?” You asked softly as you shook your head.

Obi-Wan shook his head softly. “I’ve been asking myself that for years.”

“And the boy. Luke, he’s safe here?”

He nodded his head. “Yes. I check in on him every now and again.” Clearing his throat he looked at you, scanning you for a second. “Now, what happened to you? I had heard that every Jedi in that sector you were in was killed. How did you survive?”

You let out a soft scoff. “I barely did. Sometimes I still wonder how. I was injured, pretty severely. But to my luck, I had befriended some resistance members on the planet. I made it to them, and they saved me. By the time I regained my strength…it was all over. Everyone was gone.”

There was a moment of thick silence hanging in the air. Looking around the small hut, you smiled to yourself.

“What?” Obi-Wan asked.

“I just thought about you staying here, alone. You must get so restless.”

He smiled softly and shrugged his head. “I keep busy when I can. But yes, you are correct. But, I suppose that will change now.”

“How so?” You asked softly as you met his gaze.

“Well I’m not alone anymore now am I? Or did you think I was going to shoo you off on your way?”

You let out a breathy laugh. “I hadn’t really thought that far.”

“Or is it…that you have somewhere to go back to?”

He didn’t say it, but you knew the unspoken question, you felt it. Do you have someone to go back to?

You shook your head softly. “No. I have nowhere to go back to, not really. I never stayed in one place for too long.”

He nodded his head. “Then you can stay here. With me.”

You felt your hear hammering in your chest. After all these years, he still did that to you. And for some reason, you still felt like you had to run away.

You looked out the window. “Master Yoda isn’t going to show up suddenly and tell me to leave is he?”

A short laugh escaped Obi-Wan, taking him by surprise. “No. No, and if he did I would certainly not be sure what to expect from him.”

Standing suddenly, he walked over to the table before walking back to you. He sat down in font of you, and took your hand in his. You felt him press something into your palm.

Even before you opened your hand, you knew what it was. The pendant. You stared down at it, memories rushing through your mind. The day he gave it to you. Your first kiss. Your last kiss.

“We may still be Jedi, in our hearts, in our whole beings. But…”

You looked up, meeting his eyes. “But?”

“But, there is no Jedi Order anymore. I do not know how long we must remain dormant, hidden away. So until then, we should live as we wish to. Do the things we want. Be with, who we want.” Reaching out, he enclosed his hands around yours. “We must remember who we are. But that includes who we love.”

“Love?” Your whispered out.

“Yes. No matter how hard I had to push it away, it was there. And there it remains.” Taking your hand, he brought it to his chest. You could feel his heart beating heavily in his chest. “Here.”

You took in a sharp breath as you met his eyes. “All those years ago, back on that ship. We mused about, 'if only things were different’. I don’t think either of us imagined things being how they are now. But they are different.”

“Yes.” Inching forward, he brought his other hand up to your face, cupping your cheek. “So many things are different. Frightening even. But one thing that never changed, was how I feel for you. And all these years I ached with guilt at having never had the courage to act on them. Guilt for having never been with you the way I wished. But now…”

“We can be together?” You asked in a whisper, as his face inched closer, his nose brushing yours.

“Yes. We can be together now, Y/n. There is nothing that can stop it now.”

Closing you eyes as his lips pressed against yours, you pushed away your thoughts. Thoughts about what you had lost, what you would never find again. If only you had never lost your friends. If only you had not lost your home.

Instead you embraced what you were feeling. Relief at no longer being completely alone. Relief at finding Obi-Wan. Happiness of finally being with him again.

Wrapping your arms around him, he pulled your closer, deepening the kiss. He held you tightly against him, knowing that no matter what, he had you.

xx End xx

I struggled a bit with this part unfortunately, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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Imagine Poe Dameron having to keep his cool after finding out you were shot in a firefight…

A Star Wars Story (Fanfic)

*** Between movie filler idea. Going through a Star Wars phase… Again. But this time putting a twist to it. I apologise if I’ve gotten the geography of the planets and systems wrong. ***

Chapter One

She knew she was in for it when she disembarked her light freight. Nothing good ever came from a surprise meeting with Han Solo first thing after a run. Il'Era crossed her arms in protest and glared Han down. His look had already told her she had lost this battle even before she knew about it. He still looked amazing for his age. Il’Era felt herself blush.

“Well look at you all grown-up,” he chuckled with his half smile.

“What are you doing here, Han?” asked Il’Era annoyed and a little tired. “I thought our last rendezvous we agreed that it would be a long while before you came around again.”

“Can’t an old friend come around and see how things are going?” he kept smiling.

“A visit from you means chases and fights from very angry people,” she chimed. Chewie roared laughing in agreement. Han rolled his eyes. Il’Era smiled and hugged Chewie. “My mum likes this Wookie. I’m going to assume that you and her have already spoken and come to an agreement about me going on this quest?”  Il’Era felt someone watching her, and felt it wiser to go into the cantina. As she tossed her loot to a member of her crew, she walked passed the two towards the bar. Han and Chewie followed suit.

Maz owed him a few favors anyway, and she couldn’t ever say no to Chewie. Il’Era had this long unspoken soft-spot for Han that she couldn’t shake since she could remember. So, of course, Maz would send her even though she just spent ½ a year plundering 12 of the 17 planets in the Rimma Trade Route. Maz had put away being the Queen of the Pirates long ago, but that didn’t stop her from Il’Era keeping her ways.

Il’Era pushed her way through the crowded cantina and found an empty tablet. In Alien dialect, she ordered 4 drinks and took a seat with across from the two. Chewie let out a low bellow, questioning the order.

“There’s one for you and Han,” answered Il’Era. “Given the circumstances, I will take two.”

Han grabbed a holoprojector. Maz immediately popped up. “You are the most qualified,” said Maz to Il’Era. “You are the princess of thieves… I wouldn’t have suggested you to Han if that wasn’t the case.” Chewie handed Il’Era a homing beacon. Il’Era sighed. She hated quests like these. It didn’t scare her, she never really wanted to get involved with anything Alliance, Rebel, Empire, First Order or even Jedi. It wasn’t her way, though Maz had always tried to push her in the Resistance path. Somehow, she always got involved.

“Hello, mother. Nice to see you,” she pursed her lips.

“Come on, kid,” said Han. “Trust me. It’ll be easy for you. All you have to do is accompany him to Hoth; steal the seal and bring it to Jakku” He winked.

“It makes my skin crawl when you say that,” said Il’Era dryly. “Somehow, I end up always getting shot at.” Take her first drink straight back.. “Why does it have to be Hoth? … and why Jakku?”

“It’s not as bad as you think,” Han tried to compromise.

“Cold… then junkyard,” said Il’Era sarcastically as she used her hands as a scale. “Seriously, Mother. I don’t know where you find these guys.” She chugged her second drink. “Who is this pilot?”

“Poe Dameron,” states Maz. “He’s the Commander of the Resistance. With your help, he needs to collect a certain artifact from Hoth’s underground runes. He’s General Organa’s closest confidant. You are my daughter and the smartest of them all. You can and will retrieve this artifact and aide in the search.” Maz smiled slyly. “He’s a good man and this would be a handsome pairing. A smart one at that.” 

“Mother,” hissed Il’Era. “I will take the task, but please stop. I have no time for this nonsense.” She rolled her eyes. “Where am I to meet this Poe?”

“You’ll meet Maz and Poe in The Outer Rim,” said Han. “On Tatooine.”

“Tatooine?!?!?” Il’Era choked on the last of her second drink. She slammed her cup on the table. “Great. Just great. I knew it. I’m going to get shot.”