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Among The Blossoms | Obi-Wan x Reader

a/n: I had an image of falling blossoms on a terrace, with a romantic theme to it, and of course Obi-Wan with his very handsome long hair and his very gentlemanly countenance wove himself into the scene.

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This is the xReader version, I hope you enjoy! OC version is here.

summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi and reader have long been close friends, but never able to reveal their inmost feelings for each other. Throughout their lives, from their meeting to their silent confessions, they dream of each other’s touch by their side. But while matrimony and attachment is forbidden, the two hope for a future in old age where they can truly abide in each other’s love. Obi-Wan’s vivid memories he shares with her encourage him to finally confess his love to her.

warnings: Fluff, a tid-bit of angst, may be a bit too long lol, as is this section of bullet points

word count: 6.7K

music: Throw The Coins from Sense and Sensibility (1995), Love Theme from Star Wars: Attack of the Clones (hehe)

Among the Blossoms

The breeze was warm and held an alluring scent that stirred up Master Kenobi’s memories as if they were being displayed through a hologram before him. The most alluring of those memories was one he shared with (Y/n) (L/n), a Jedi maiden he had met long ago when he himself was only a padawan under Qui-Gon Jinn’s training. When he first laid eyes on her he had not noticed her for her features, but for her manner. She was quiet, but it was not a shy sort of silence. It was a reserved silence, as if she had much to say and much to offer, but knew her place. She knew it well enough to realize not all of her thoughts would aid whatever conversation might be ongoing in her presence, something Obi-Wan found himself admiring subconsciously. He could not help but become drawn to this young woman for all that she was within, and soon after his admiration of her outward features soon followed.

Upon looking at this woman, you could feel radiance teeming all around her. He could sense the Force from within her, radiating from her soul and from her mind in all facets. But it was different than anything he had sensed from anyone else. She was not special or gifted beyond their peers, but she was certainly different. She bore a special skill in discernment and wisdom, but it was common amongst padawans to grow into their own set of skills. The Force he sensed in her was ancient and pure, full of memory and forlorn knowledge. Yet she was so young for such attributes; only a padawan. She was also Yoda’s last padawan, the last student he trained on personal and individual terms. After her, he advised the younglings altogether and oversaw the Jedi Council Board and various missions.

But it was not for her (h/c) locks that complimented her beautiful skin, nor for the sound of her voice that sounded so like a soft rain that this radiance bloomed from. It came from within her, behind her kind (e/c) eyes that sparkled with depth and grace, where he could sense unfathomable wisdom beyond her years. It quite intrigued him, it pulled him in as if some supernatural force was bidding him to come in and bide with her soul for a while – and so it remained through their years together.

Each time he stood in her presence, whether engaged in conversation with her or on the other side of the room, he could always feel her every whim and move. It was as if her spirit was always offering an embrace of friendship and a rich compassion to him; like vines weaving through the crowds to linger upon his shoulders. Light shone all about her that could not be snuffed, so it always seemed. She was childlike, but not a ridiculous sort of youngness – she chose to be that way, like a young free thing with ages of wisdom and meekness bound in her soul.

She was innocent and naive, although she knew much of the world and those who lived in its breadth. He always thought that he might find her at any point out humming in the gardens amongst the blossoms, singing to the insects that graced themselves in the delicacies of nature, or even perhaps dancing in the young cool showers of spring. Her spirit always seemed as such, although she had to outwardly abide to the code when during the working hours of the day.

Over the years, he had noticed and taken in more and more of this woman as he grew up under Qui-Gon’s supervision and she under Yoda’s. She was only ever outspoken if there was a dire need at hand, or if she felt a decision was being made in haste rather than by wise council.

Obi-Wan could remember a time in the midst of a council when she had spoken out of turn against a hasty decision to execute a man who had been charged of fraud and stealing scrolls from the Jedi temple. When the trial surfaced into a council meeting that she and Obi-Wan were advised to observe, the council quickly assumed that the man was aiding a group of Bounty Hunters that had been causing chaos within the city. The man seemed doomed from the start.

During the discussion, Obi had felt (Y/n)’s emotions grow more and more intense, he could feel her try to bite her tongue as the evidence was discussed, but when they claimed he should be executed, he felt her tense, as if a force had pushed her forward to speak up. He would admit he had not agreed to the direction the trial was going, but he had learned to keep his silence long ago. And his trust in the council overrode any doubt he felt surface in that moment.

“You cannot make that conclusion! You need not kill a man only because you assume he could be the culprit! It’s against the Jedi Code!” Her remark silenced the pensive and anxious voices that had filled the room. In childlike faith, she had spoken out amongst the Masters before them.

All eyes turned towards the young padawan in shock at her audacity to interrupt the council.

“Padawan (L/n), you are not subject to hold an opinion at this council. Your chance will come when you succeed your status as Padawan. But now it is your duty to remain silent.” Master Mace Windu scolded, obviously irritated at the interruption of a young girl, a padawan no less.

“If this man has already stolen artifacts and been convicted of fraud under a Jedi alias, then we cannot risk what may follow if he is given free-will to live! A Jedi was killed so he could harbor their name! One of our own! What more could you ask for to sentence him?” Master Ki-Adi-Mundi added.

“Understand the danger, you must. To be taken lightly, this is not.” Her master advised her, his hands intertwining atop his knotted staff.

“Pardon my intrusion, Master Yoda, but how can this be in accordance to the Jedi Code despite what this man is accused of? What if this man was held at a ransom to do such a thing? Or mistaken for another? What evidence is there that a man could lose his life?” At her further comment, the council seemed to gasp altogether. Then they all retorted at once.

“The only ransom this man was involved in was his own!”

“The audacity to oppose the council!”

“A ransom?! Yes, I’m sure he was promised a pretty price for his deeds!”

“Evidence? What do you think we’ve been discussing?!”

And so they kept on for a few minutes, with scolding and exasperated remarks, among a few hushed comments spoken amongst each other until another voice spoke up in her defense.

“I believe what Padawan (L/n) means is that this man might have been threatened. Does this man have a family to speak of? Perhaps it would cost him their lives if it he did not comply with the orders given, if he is indeed involved with the bounty ring we suspect. It is possible that he has had no prior offenses.” Master Qui-Gon’s voice rebutted the chaos of voices that rang in the room.

The voices suppressed as they understood what she had meant, though stern glances were still worn by a majority of the council. Qui-Gon smiled at the young woman as he noticed her hands trembling as she clutched them together. When she caught his gaze, she nodded in thanks to him. Obi-Wan had kept his silence that meeting as it all unfolded, quite shocked himself that she - of all padawans - had spoken out. After his master had defended her and ended the berating of the council, Obi looked at (Y/n) and noticed her shoulders relax. Her trembling hands receded under the cover of her robe and her breath evened out. It seemed to Obi-Wan that something within (Y/n) had told her speak up, that if she hadn’t, she would forever remember that moment as a lost chance, a memory stained with regret.

“Scold you too soon, we did. Wise consideration you have, my padawan.” Yoda had said, nodding as his gaze beamed with pride at her outspoken observation, one that even he had not considered in the tension of the subject.

Even Master Windu seemed pleased with the information she seemed to have provided, although his expression stayed that of stone for the remaining hour.

When the meeting had concluded, the man in question was only sentenced to time in prison until further evidence was provided. Months later, the perpetrator received a chance of bail as it was proven that there was indeed, a threat placed on his family and his business if he did not comply.

As (Y/n) and Obi-Wan followed their masters out of the council room, Obi-Wan felt an urging to comfort her.

“Don’t worry, Master Windu always carries that expression on his face.” He said with a chuckle, a smirk upon his lips.

“He always does seem rather antagonized…Constantly.” She had added, laughter entwined with her words.

They exchanged smiles and hushed laughter as they trailed behind Yoda and Qui-Gon Jinn, who were immersed in their own conversation, presumably about the previous council. Obi-Wan’s laughter faded only when he looked away from her and steadied his gaze on his master’s boots as they rhythmically peeked out from under his swaying robe. He felt as though his comment did not completely comfort her, as though there was something he left unsaid. His stomach churned slightly as the feeling of incompletion roamed his mind. Then he looked at her again.

A smile graced her lips, though it was a bit more subtle than the smile she bore with laughter. Her gaze was fixated her masters staff; she was wondering of its origins, that perhaps it was quite possible only an ordinary stick he found on a mission sometime in his youth that had molded to his hands over time.

“You were quite brave back there, (Y/n). Your interference saved a man’s life. It is to be admired of you.” Obi-Wan heard himself say, although amongst the urging in his heart to speak and the voice in his head that told him to hold his tongue, the words were spoken quite unexpectedly.

She looked at him without hesitance, another reminder that her reserved nature was not to be mistaken for a shy timidity. Her smile faltered slightly and he noticed. For a brief second he was worried he had been too outspoken, but then her expression carried a different smile- one of thanks and of an endearing understanding.

“Thank you, Obi-Wan. You are kind. But I mustn’t take credit for the Force’s doing.”

So he had been right; she was warring with the Force of whether or not to oppose the council’s decision. She had been compliant to its urging, to the conscience it had given her.

‘Yes, but you listened,” He had wanted to say, ‘Your voice was the one that spoke out.’

But the conversation seemed to have ended, and his mind finally won against his heart.

Obi-Wan smiled to himself as the memory faded away. The moments after her response were muddled and forgotten over the next stages of life they had shared. (Y/n) and Obi-Wan had been friends almost immediately after that. It was a mature friendship from the start, with neither of them baring their inmost emotions freely as the Jedi code dictated, but with a prudent manner that made their companionship deepen all the more. They were assigned on most missions together from then on as the council saw they worked well together – both were bound to the code with an unswayable duty, and their personalities were quite alike in their reserved, obedient nature.

The last mission he took as a padawan was when his master was killed by Darth Maul; that was also the first mission in a long time that (Y/n) had not been alongside him. She was ordered by her master to begin her last stages of training. It was time for her to begin advising the younglings under Yoda’s supervision as part of her final preparation before the Jedi Trials. At this time, Qui-Gon Jinn had also expressed to Obi-Wan that it was his time to begin the Trials as well, when their current mission concluded. But Qui-Gon Jinn’s death put a different atmosphere on those plans as the first glimpse into the rise of the Siths under a hidden power was revealed. Obi-Wan was given the task of taking young Anakin as his padawan at his master’s death. (Y/n), while Obi-Wan was finding his way home with his future apprentice Anakin, was in the midst of the Jedi Trials. She succeeded, immediately put in charge of the younglings. She would train them when missions did not bid her leave from the planet. Upon Obi-Wan’s return to Coruscant, he was summoned the join the council before his Trials would take place.

Now, he climbed the steps to the terrace steadily as the sounds of Naboo became more coherent and his memories of (Y/n) seemed to serenade him. The memory was clearer to him as he now caught sight of her overlooking the waters of the lush green planet; the dress she was wearing was more delicate than the tunic and robe she wore regularly. For a moment, before he shifted his thoughts forcibly, he had thought her as intoxicating as the smell of the Naboo blossoms that floated on the air around the terrace as they fell from the trees. The sleeves of the gown were a soft pea green that slightly revealed her arms through the thin material. The bodice and skirt was of emerald green velvet, with a layer of the same material from the sleeves graced over the skirt. A belt of golden beads girted her waist, accenting the green and complimenting her (h/c) hair. Her hair was pinned up in an elaborate fashion that resembled the plaiting of bread over a gooseberry pie, with golden pearls glinting in the remaining beams of the sleepy sun.

Patches of fading sunlight that streamed through trembling leaves illuminated parts of her (h/c) hair, enchanting him as he gazed at her. No longer could he deny what he felt for her, that she was nothing less than beautiful and of a wholesome make. He stepped into the open terrace and the scents of the Nabooian spring seemed to acclimate in sweetness. The sight of her before him reminded him of the first time he had seen her since their last mission together as padawans, before he endured the Jedi Trials himself.

He had entered the corridor towards the council room and caught sight of a familiar (h/c)-haired woman before she vanished into the council room.

His heart-beat quickened for a moment as he caught glimpse of a head of wavy (h/c) curls pinned half-up, half-down with victory rolls. He had not seen her for six months, which was the longest they had been apart since that day she opposed the council, since their missions had been aligned with each other.

Subconsciously, his pace heightened slightly despite his exhaustion. His worn boots padded up the few steps as the doors glided open, announcing his presence to the council board. Upon entry, he was engaged in conversation with Master Windu and Master Yoda concerning Anakin and the choice of his former Master to train the young boy who would bring balance to the Force. As the inquisitions died down, a voice quite familiar with him spoke up.

“I believe we have forgotten our manners regarding young Kenobi’s return. We needn’t ask how your journey was, given the circumstances. But welcome back, Obi-Wan. We are all relieved to see you returned safely with a successful mission to accompany you.” Her voice was still so like soft rain, so unchanged and yet slightly different – perhaps because of the emotion riddled in it.

He turned to look at her and drink in her familiarity. It had been a long while since he had looked on the face of a friend. He noticed her joyful eyes, her kind smile, and the compassion and empathy that radiated from her to him. She felt his loss, though she knew he could not show it. And then he noticed her hair that no longer bore the braid of a padawan. Before he could silence his emotions, he wanted nothing more than to draw her up in his arms and tell her everything that had happened – everything that was going to change. Such conversations they often shared as such close companions. But with a smile and a tightening grip on his folded hands, he replied.

“Thank you, (Y/n). I am most relieved to be back, especially with the completion of Master Qui-Gon’s mission. It is good to see you.”

Before she could reply, Master Ki-Adi-Mundi spoke.

“We also have a success of our own! (Y/n) completed the Jedi Trials last week and has earned the title of Master. She teaches the younglings in Master Yoda’s stead.”

Obi-Wan smiled with astonishment. He could not deny the pride he felt for her.

“Well, congratulations, Master (Y/n)! You have most definitely earned it. You persevered bravely, no doubt.” He nodded towards her with a chuckle, his voice accentuating the word ‘master’.

“Thank you, Obi-Wan. You are kind.” She replied, repeating her thanks she gave him when they held their first conversation long ago.

He walked toward her now with great desire in his heart. That exchange had been years ago. Now he had long been Anakin’s master, with her by his side. It took more than one Jedi Master to keep Anakin in check, although she graciously let most of the duty fall on him, Anakin’s true teacher. He walked up to her, his heart swelling with an undeniable comfort as she sensed him and turned to look at him.

“Hello, Obi.” You smiled, genuine delight in your voice.

He nodded a hello to you and spoke a hushed, “Hello there.”

As he walked up to you, he spoke again. His body eased as your presence met and mingled with his own. The only other living beings close to the two of you were the small insects and plants thriving about in the late spring evening.

“I thought you would be out here, relishing in the greenery of Naboo. How does it feel to be back home?”

“It feels wonderful. It hasn’t changed at all. Except I am now in a palace watching over a queen and a padawan, instead of in a small house by the lake using the Force the catch Minwer crabs.” You replied, laughter strung along in your last few words.

He looked at you, his eyes full of an endearing emotion you couldn’t quite pin.

Your gaze lingered for a moment, as if many things were being said between the two of you that could never be spoken aloud.

Your mind overwhelmed you with the need to confess to him that you had long harbored feelings for him; that your close friendship through the years had blossomed into something much richer, much more fulfilling. And it had only ever been for him.

Quickly, you averted your gaze and watched the last gleam of sunlight vanish behind the hills in the distance. The water ceased to reflect its golden light and bore only the reflection of the encumbering blue sky.

“How was Anakin today, being charged to watch over the queen?” You managed to ask, doing your best to hide the emotions that you knew had to be radiating from you. You were sure he could sense it. An anxious fear twinged in your gut as you worried he knew exactly what you were thinking, exactly what you were trying keep hidden. You felt as if your thoughts might’ve been carried on the breeze and into his ears, as if he could see everything – but you couldn’t see his. You knew this was childish, but you were also aware that the Force often times revealed more of you than you desired to be revealed to others, even your dearest friend. You were sure this was one of those times.

Upon the topic of your question, another memory surfaced in his mind. With your back to the water as he had approached, the scene in front of him mirrored one of long ago, when Anakin was just a little boy under both of your care. And although the two of you didn’t always see eye-to-eye about the routine and training of the little padawan, your close friendship somehow survived and grew all the more from the quarrels you shared.

“Obi-Wan! Would you come here for a minute, please?” He had heard her call from somewhere outside, his concentration over a pile of papers broken. He heard Anakin’s muffled laughter moments later. “Sh! Ani, don’t make it worse! You know he will already be upset with me.” He heard her add in a not-so-quiet whisper to the young boy, with a laugh he could tell she tried to suppress.

‘Oh, dear. What have they gotten into now?’ He thought to himself, pushing aside the Jedi Council’s list of treaties and missions that were to come in the next few weeks.

He got up from his seat in a small study of their quaint quarters of the royal palace in Naboo, for they had been staying there on a short excursion for some of Anakin’s many training procedures as a young prodigy of the Force. Making his way towards the balcony that overlooked a little cove of the lake, he could hear Anakin snort with laughter as (Y/n) cursed quietly to herself. Flustered at what he was hearing and anticipating who-knows-what the two had gotten into, he ran a hand through his short hair. He still found it odd to not feel his braid bouncing lightly on his shoulder. It had only been six months since he had earned the rank of Master.

He rounded the corner of the door of the balcony, pushing the heavy crimson curtains aside. He walked through the doorway and caught sight of the two in question. Anakin was seated on a stool under the shade of a blossoming tree, while (Y/n) was bent over with his unkempt braid in between her fingers. As he saw her, his mind immediately took note of her (h/c) hair being free of any pins or ties. It fell upon her softly, the hot summer breeze making its damp appearance sway slightly.

Stray strands of the silky entity flew about with an unscrupulous manner, as if it clung to the breeze with a gay little dance. For a moment, he was astonished at seeing it completely down, and it made him feel that way again – wanting to express all that he had begun to feel for her, all the things she made him think, the way she made him a better version of himself. The way he would lie awake at night with his thoughts occupied of her laughter and her modest manner; the way she could wield a saber with such concentration and strength and the way she didn’t use the Force, but allowed herself to be a vessel to its will.

Sensing him - or perhaps hearing him sigh in frustration - she turned around and offered him an embarrassed smile. His thoughts halted as he stood by her side and took in the scene before him.

“I can never weave the beads in correctly, Obi. Could you finish it for me, please?”

“Anakin, I thought I was clear about the sacredness of your braid. It signifies your rank as padawan, you mustn’t let it come undone.” Obi-Wan had scolded, his hands quickly undoing the mess of a braid that (Y/n) had started. She was fine with her own hair it seemed, but the padawan braid was quite unlike any other casual styles. Each pleat and pattern had significance, from the color of the bands used to the order of beads in the braid.

“What if I’m wet, Master Kenobi? And it comes loose?” Anakin’s young voice questioned as he moved his head to look up at Obi-Wan.

“Wet? Why on Endor were you wet?” Obi-Wan asked, softly turning Ani’s head away so he could begin the braid over again. (Y/n) stretched out her hand that held the few beads and colored bands that went in the braid, offering them to him.

“He went swimming.” (Y/n) spoke up before Anakin could open his mouth. Obi-Wan took the items from her hand and she folded her arms with her index finger absentmindedly tracing her lips, a hint that she was treading carefully with her words. Obi-Wan fought the flurries that rose in his stomach as he saw her do so.

“Swimming? With who?” He inquired further, his hands weaving a small blue bead into his hair.

“Me, of course.” She replied, her voice assertive and yet soft in the presence of the boy, aware that an argument was at risk between her and Obi-Wan. “It was getting awfully hot on the sparring grounds for him so I told him to take a break. We decided on swimming in the cove.”

“A break? (Y/n) you know that he-“As he spoke, she shook her head and motioned towards Anakin. Silenced, he cleared his throat. ‘That explains her wet hair, as well as Ani’s drenched braid. And the mop of wet gear by the door.’ He thought to himself, his frustration twinging.

“Did you at least finish your saber training this morning?” He asked as he finished with tying a red band at the end of the braid.

“Almost, (Y/n) said I needed to have some fun for a little bit.”

Obi-Wan shot her a look of indignation. Not only had she taken him on some silly excursion, but she allowed him to use her first name when addressing her. Surely she knew the risk of allowing him such freedoms. He wasn’t at all a normal boy with normal privileges.

“Ani, why don’t you go clean up and get changed into some dry clothes? We’ll have lunch in a little while.” She told him with a soft voice. With a pat on his back, she shooed him into their quarters. She smiled as he disappeared of into the hall with wet tracks pooling on the floor behind him.

“Must we go through this again, (Y/n)? You know why he can’t become distracted with nonsense. And you let him use your first name? That hardly teaches him to respect you as his superior.” Obi-Wan started in immediately.

Avoiding his gaze, she picked up the towels and mouthpieces and other things they had used to swim with. She only spoke a few soft words to him as she returned inside.

“Obi, please, let’s not argue about this again.”

As she left his side, he huffed a sigh of frustration and took one last glance at the cove before following her. His next words poured out with sincerity, his stern tone telling of his serious view on the matter at hand.

“Not until I can make you understand! He cannot behave like a normal boy. He is a young padawan! He is impressionable at this age. He needs to be disciplined and learn early the demands of the code.”

“Obi, he’s only a boy! He needs some time to act like it!”

“He is also connected to the Force in a way we do not yet comprehend. Master Qui-Gon made that clear. He has the potential to balance the entirety of the Force, with gifts we cannot risk to lose control of.”

He was only met with silence as she put the wet things in a basket by the laundry room door, then made her way into the small kitchen and began pulling out various ingredients.

“Qui-Gon died for him, (Y/n). This is no light-hearted matter.”

“Darth Maul had nothing to do with Ani. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Do not speak to me as if I do not care for what Master Qui-Gon sacrificed – you know I do. But this is about Anakin. He has so little of his childhood left!”

“Do you not see how dangerous it is to let him be lax on his training? The wrong notions of fun and loose concentration will sway his abilities to hold to the Light Side and grow in his training. You know this! You’re a Jedi, for goodness’ sake! He’s not a normal padawan, (Y/n). You know why.”

“Please do not lecture me about this, Obi-Wan. You act as if I throw caution to the wind. I only took the boy for a short swim. Do you not think overworking him will cause him to resent the code? And I love that Ani is comfortable enough with me to use my given name, not my rank. He respects me just the same as you and the other masters, you know that!”

That argument had been one of the worst they had ever shared as the tension lingered for the following few days, but it was because they both desired so much for young Skywalker. While Obi-Wan wanted him to enjoy his childhood, he knew all too well the risks of letting him run wild – even for a short while. Jedi training was no light task, nor was it easy to take up. And with Anakin’s chromosomes being so oddly configured by some miracle of the Force, no one could know what to truly expect from him.

And (Y/n), with her motherly instinct for Ani, knew what every woman knows –that a child must be free to be a child if they are to become who they were destined to be. She had become the mother figure since the boy was taken away from his birth mother, and while most times Obi-Wan trusted her without question, there were some instances when they saw things quite differently.

And now, as your question lingered in the air, he was pulled from his memories and back into your gaze.

“Oh, he -he was rather glad to do it. Now come to think of it, he was unusually agreeable about the matter.” His response seemed distracted at first, but his tone swiftly changed in a natural, unnoticeable way.

“It seems we have another problem on our hands. A young, handsome Jedi and a beautiful queen ordered to remain together. That mightn’t have been our best plan.” You laughed, grateful for the distraction from your emotions and the deterring of the topic that was lulling in your mind.

“Oh, bother. If only Master Qui-Gon Jinn was still here. I doubt there would be this much trouble under his supervision.”

“Obi, he is here. You know that. He would have wanted no one else to take on his mission. Besides, I doubt anyone can truly control Anakin.” You absentmindedly laid a hand on his forearm and gave it a reassuring grasp. “And I don’t think Anakin would jeopardize becoming a Jedi Master for such curiosities. He does have a good head on his shoulders, thanks to you.”

“Thank you, (Y/n). Your affirmations never cease to calm my heart.”

You hummed in reply to him, your heart beating in an uncharted manner as his words became sweeter. His eyes never left yours, his expression full of something. Surely, it was not the same as what you were trying so desperately to overcome. Surely, he was not at risk for getting lost in your eyes, as you were in his. Oh, how you longed to be captured in his embrace, to feel every emotion there was to feel of love; every butterfly, every tingling sensation, to speak every word of poetic confession and think every thought of the purest of loves. To have your fingers intwined with his, to smell closely his scent and never fear of forgetting it. You were at risk of reaching forward and taking his hand in yours, of revealing everything you ever felt for him.

The pace of your heart quickened and you forced yourself to look away. He had, no doubt, seen how heavily your chest was rising and falling.

Hesitantly, your hand fell away and rested atop your own on the beautifully crafted railing. Your thumbs traced over the delicate carvings, their smooth texture a further distraction from your nerves. The sleeves of your gown trembled gently in the breeze. You marveled at the reflection of the moon as it gleamed in soft ripples over the cool Naboo waters. Your gaze lifted up to the heavens, where the stars and glimmering distant galaxies began to unveil themselves in the darkening sky.

Obi-Wan followed your gaze and smiled. You had both dreamt of seeing galaxies and faraway places and you both had done so together in through the years. You had grown up together for nearly half of your lives now, and somehow your journeys were still intertwining amidst all the paths the galaxies held.

‘Surely there is some purpose that we are still by each other’s side, after all this time.’ He thought to himself. It took much of his will to not blurt out what his heart had been bursting with for several years for you.

His heart, too, was beating unmeasurably as your hand had grasped his forearm. Although he was sure it was only the touch of a friend, he had hoped he would feel your fingers enrapture his, but instead you had pulled away quickly and averted his gaze. He could sense something pouring from within you, something desperate, but he was unsure of what it was. When your gaze lingered with his, he thought he could understand it and sense it, but it fleeted as you turned away.

The breeze cooled as all warmth of the sun diminished under the blanket of royal blue expanse. You shivered, although you did not notice as you took in the mesmerizing beauty of the heavens and battled your emotions.

A hand grasped your forearm, slightly startling you at the warm difference.

“You’re cold. Would you like to retire inside?” Obi-Wan met your gaze once more. He chilled at the touch of your skin.

“No, no that’s alright. I want to admire the evening a while longer. I brought my robe, anyhow.”

His touch now was so different than any you had ever felt from him before, now it was gentle and almost timid, so unlike the way he touched you on your missions when he would help you up or offer you a hand to climb or steady yourself. This was much different, but still Obi-Wan. It felt as though it spread from where he touched you until your arm tingled completely, until your fingertips twitched with the sensation.

“Here, let’s put it on, then.” He added, feeling the goose bumps on your skin. It was then he noticed how soft it was, as well as beautiful. He motioned for your robe.

You turned and pulled from his grasp, but the sensation remained. You picked it up off of the bench and began to slide your arms through, but it snagged on the draped sleeves of your gown.

“I’ll help you.” He said quietly as he made his way to you.

He hoisted up the robe and you easily slid through. As he began to tie the ribbon under the collar, he grazed your chin with his finger by accident. Your breath hitched audibly at his touch upon your face, though he seemed to take no note of it. His expression was solemn, as if he was anxious, or apologetic. You began to think of telling him again, telling him how long you had loved him, how much you cared for him, when he finished the knot. He nodded at his handiwork and looked up slightly, though he did not meet your gaze.

His hands did not fall to his sides, but stayed idle upon the collar of your robe.

Then, finally, he looked into your eyes. It was then that you felt his thumb gently touch your chin and you were sure he could feel everything that was roaring in your mind – somehow you could feel everything he was as well, and it all poured and flowed together. It felt the same.

You were both in love.

“Oh, Obi-…” You murmured, tears pooling in your eyes. Your head lowered as you spoke, unable to hide it any longer, but angry with yourself for endangering your allegiance to the code if you admitted your feelings.

He grasped your chin as you lowered your head, his heart sinking as he saw tears in your eyes.

As they glided down your cheeks, he swiped them away gently.

“I know, I feel it too.” He whispered.

Quickly, you lifted your head. Your mouth fell slightly open and a gasp left your lips upon his confession. Your eyebrows drew together, for surely he had not said what you had heard. He lifted your head slightly and inched forward, and then he pressed his lips to your forehead softly. When he pulled away, his hands shifted and held your cheeks, and tears pricked his eyes. In the gleam of the moon, the tears glinted in his blue eyes enough for you to notice them.

“Obi, do not weep!” You exclaimed softly amidst your own tears and embraced him without thinking. “If you bid one tear to fall, I won’t be able to keep mine idle.”

Without hesitation, his arms wrapped around your torso, your robe rippled at the sudden movement. His grip tightened as you grasped his shoulders, your chin resting over his shoulder. But, somehow, Obi-Wan managed to grip you so gently, yet full of passion.

“Maybe someday…” He murmured as he inhaled your scent of lilies and chamomile mixed with the evening Naboo breeze. It made him melt even more into your arms; the fact that you were enveloped in his arms and your scent mingled with his.

You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, his scent of cedar and cinnamon meeting your senses. The scent you had so yearned to relish.

“Yes, perhaps someday, when we’re old and grey, we can say it, Obi.”

He chuckled softly.

“When we’re old and Anakin is a master, then, perhaps, we can wed, (Y/n).”

You pulled back and met his gaze once more, and saw the tears that spilled over his cheeks. You reached up and wiped them away, then kissed his cheek. As you did, his eyes closed and he sighed with a smile. You hugged him again, this time with your cheek against his.

“It will work out, Obi. Love is much different anger, or greed, or fear. Truly, Jedis must live by Love if we are to abstain from the dark side.” You spoke quietly with a soft smile upon your lips.

Obi-Wan could not help but think of how your voice now sounded like the sweetest rain he had ever felt upon his skin. It was that thought that you felt against your cheek as he smiled sadly. His eyes remained closed as he drank in everything he was feeling, everything he could sense from you that he had only dreamt of feeling. You, too, were drinking in the scent you had so longed to smell, the touch you had longed to feel. Soon, they would have to return to the palace quarters; you to the queen and he to the padawan. You would bid goodnight to both each other and your emotions until time –and the Force – would bid you be together. . .

It was not so far in the future as the two Jedi masters had thought. For when Anakin had betrayed the Jedi Code and the Light Side, his wife, the beautiful queen, would die of a broken heart. But not before her children were born into the world, and Master Obi-Wan took the son, Luke Skywalker, to his relatives on Tatooine, and he took Master (L/n) with him.

There, not long after baby Luke had been settled well with his family, they wed in secret in a small sandy courthouse, their robes shrouded over their faces, their identities as Jedis hidden. Their matrimony would long be the only joy that would help heal the loss of their padawan, the young boy who had been much like a son to them both.

For many years, they lived out their days in the desert and in the dry canyons of Tatooine, where legends of an old Ben and (Y/n) Kenobi were rumored to have lived there. But their journey together was not yet concluded – for there was still much left for them in the future to overcome.

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It's been a while since I've been able to update, I'm sorry if this post is as long as my prior one. Alot has happened in the last few months and I haven't been able to post information about it until now. It's nearly impossible to explain the situation without a long backstory so you'd have to have seen my prior post. I'll try to give a short summary here.https://ift.tt/2A6qbhq I spent almost 20 years living with my mother. I have 3 younger siblings. 16 of those years I suffered through abuse. Had her hold a knife to my neck, kicked me down the stairs frequently, beaten me with extension cords/bats/fists/chairs/belts/etc, beaten me unconscious & bloody countless times, verbally abusive aka telling me i was worthless and how she couldn't stand me or how I looked like my dad daily. I lost count of how many times I woke up to heavy closed fist punches to the face at like 3am on school days because the dishes weren't washed or I didn't fold her laundry or whatever and then being forced to do chores until I went to school. Teachers weren't helpful. Family turned a blind eye. My dad wasn't around. This wasn't once in a while. This was everyday. I didn't have much freedom as she rarely let me leave the house (Deadbolt lock on the front door and I wasnt allowed to have keys) or get a few hours of reprieve outside of school where I did horribly because the only thing I was interested in was people liking me instead of actual schoolwork. I've called the police on her a total about 2 times. She never got in trouble and the police generally believed her over me and she'd dismiss all my allegations. I was a really skinny kid, I was not a threat and I couldn't defend myself. Either way, I hated violence so I never raised a hand to her or took it out on anyone else. My only reprieve was all the ways I sabotaged her food, the satisfaction of making eye contact as she ate off of a spoon I rubbed between my buttcheeks or when she enjoyed a cup of my special home brew lipton tea. Lots of little malicious compliances which usually ended with punishment.It was just her and I (my older sister was taken away very early) until I hit my teens when my younger siblings were born (not all at the same time). She didn't beat them as bad and treated them fairly better. I was alone for most of it. I didn't really connect with them because they were always around her and I tried to minimize the time spent around my Mother when I hit my teens and after when I started having slightly more freedom. After abusing me for years then carrying on to abuse my siblings, lying to me about having a place to live if I went to college, countless other reasons, and her literally laughing at me when I told her I was homeless.. This is after I explained how it's been hard for me and how the abuse affected me. She's never owned up it. Never apologized. Nothing. I was done. I decided I was going to ruin her life. Regardless of whether it makes me a bad person or not. I had photos of my own bruises/cuts/etc saved from YEARS with my mother. My little sister sent me a few via social media. I compiled it all and went to CPS. They went with police to do a check and coincidentally got there while my mother was beating my sister. Cue an emergency removal and her losing her kids. I reached out to her job and made them aware she lied about her degree (I was the one who wrote all her resumes and etc). She lost her $75k+ salary job days later and got blacklisted. I even deleted every single gmail account and etc I made for her just because fuck her.But as this is an update and not a repost of how trash my past was, I'll try not to repeat myself too much.UpdateI'll give an update on me personally first. My camera was stolen and instead of trying to get another one, I decided to take a break from photography. I appreciate all of the support you guys gave me after my first post. It's been extremely hard, taking pictures was the only thing I really did that helped me feel okay but I'm learning to build resilience. In the mean time, I swallowed my pride and moved into a homeless shelter in my city specifically for people with jobs & a savings. I'll be able to continue saving while I work on bettering myself as a person. I created an action plan and mapped out all my goals and how I want to achieve them. Up until recently, I wasn't even planning on being alive. Sorry if that's too dark. I honestly always had these thoughts wishing my mother would have finished the job with me and made life easier. But as of late, I'm becoming more and more curious of what I'm capable of if I gave myself the chance. I've been able to visit my younger siblings and have gotten to know my little sister abit better because of the experience. I feel like a horrible person for admitting I still feel nothing for them or really anyone, but I won't let my feelings get in the way of the promise I made to myself or them. I've also only drank 3 times in the last 4 months compared to every other day in the past, which isn't great but its a change.My younger siblings are still with CPS but I can't go into detail. My mother was supposed to go to a hearing to get them back but things got complicated (important). My mothers best friend's son (who I've known 8yrs) does his best to relay all the shit my mother tells her while they talk on the phone all day. Things had gotten worse for her. She hasn't been keeping up with her mortgage payments. Her fiance, my youngest siblings dad, is no longer her fiance anymore and is trying to file for custody. I heard she was a wreck then went ghost but it didn't make me feel better. There weren't supposed to be any winners. Honestly, I wasn't even going to update. I initially just wanted to tell someone for once but one thing changed my mind. Something I was not expecting months after I set this all in motion. A phone call from my mother. In the past seeing her calls, even after movingg out, would set me on edge but that hasn't been the case lately. It was just another thing that happened. Just another event. Meaningless but at the same time... She always had my number but NEVER reached out. Even when things first started going to shit, I doubt she even gave me a second thought. But I'm sure you're all curious to know what was said.My mother is gone. A few weeks after my post, the state I'm in brought felony charges up against her. She left the country shortly after and went to her home country in South America. I have no idea how she was even allowed to leave but they didn't take her passport. She avoided specifics on that part. She mentioned staying with a family friend temporarily and tried to frame it as a short vacation. She didn't even start off with a hello, she started the conversation by ordering me to go somewhere quiet before launching into a sob story about how things have been going for her. This is after months of no contact. After laughing at me for being homeless and denying she ever abused me months ago. Just yammering away like it was nothing but I let her talk. It was surreal. I felt so cold just listening to her talk. It was like talking to a stranger. She mentions losing out on "so much money" and how she doesn't know how all it happened and then finally she hits the topic dujour.Cue her bringing up my little sister and the night of the emergency removal. She starts complaining about how she misses my little sister and brothers, mentions something about how it messes up tax season?, and then she had the audacity to start trying to convince me that I should go talk to the caseworkers for her to back up her claim that " she never abused them or me and I should know that..." She said that to me. After everything. Of all people. 9 minutes into the conversation. Like nothing ever happened. But it wasn't anything new. Of course I cut her off but at that point my mind was already made up. I asked her if she remembered when I used to make iced tea for her all those years. She was a little thrown off but said yes. I paused for a few seconds before slowly telling her in detail about all the ways i sabotaged her lipton iced tea. She tried interrupt me once but I didn't stop talking. I told her about how I'd always put too much sugar and she'd never taste it and keep drinking more which was why I always insisted. There was just silence on the phone but I know she was listening. I told her waiting until after dinner when I got home from school to shower so I could rub her spoons between my buttcheeks for maximum damage and how I'd mix it into her food to mask it. At this point I'm not even sure she's listening anymore but im still describing specific days I remember doing it that I know she would remember. She finally LOUDLY interrupts me screaming at me disgusting evil things. She cursed me the way she used to back in the days when shed be standing over me with an extension cord beating the skin off of me when I was younger. She's blaming me for ruining her life and how she wish she had a better child (All without knowing that I directly caused the destruction of her current life though she's speaking about the past). I just let her waste her breath. She couldn't touch me or my siblings. It only lasted a few seconds. Now I remember spending years daydreaming of all things I'd say to my mother if I had the chance but I just bottled it up with all my other baggage and kept trying to exist. A lot of people from my original post also gave me some ideas.When she finally shut her mouth I calmly told her "Look Mom, You don't know what abuse is and honestly its your own fucking fault this is all happening to you. Also, my bad for pissing in your iced tea." Then I just hung up the phone and blocked her number. That was the last day I drank. I haven't talked to her since. I'm not sure she's aware (or maybe she is) how bad of an idea it was to leave the country with all this going down, even if it was for a few weeks. At this point im done with her. I don't want an apology. I just want to move forward and be a better person. I know that's hard to believe after everything I just told you but it's the truth. I try my best to put as much positivity into the world and share it with the people around me as much as possible. But fuck her. I don't know if she knows it was me but I didn't tell her. I'm sure she can guess though if she really tried. Anyways.. That's my revenge. It's still actively fucking her life up but im not taking any active part in it. I wish it wasn't like this. I wish I had a real family that loved me and I knew how to love back the right way. I wish I had a real relationship with my mother and none of those things happened. I wish I could have turned out like one of the happy people in the world but I can spend spend all day wishing. Sorry for the super long post. This is my last update. Wish me luck next year.TL;DR - My mother abused me for most of my life. I had to drop out of college and support myself after she basically drove me to homelessness. She laughs at me about me being homeless and denies abuse. So I ruined her life by reporting the abuse my siblings and I dealt with resulting in an emergency removal by CPS & her getting criminal charges, exposing her lies to her job which she lost, putting her in a situation that ruined her engagement, and ultimately causing her to flee the country which might result in even worse charges if/when she comes back. via /r/ProRevenge

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