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Telepatía - Part 2

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(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Original Female Character)

Rating: Explicit

Category: F/M

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Summary: Although love is not something that one can control, attachments of any kind are not part of the Jedi way. You can love, but you cannot fear to lose, but how do you not fear losing someone who is the better part of your soul?

Obi-Wan finds himself in a difficult position where he must choose love, the Jedi Order, or perhaps…both, if he can just keep it a secret.

Over the course of the next few weeks, the Master and the Padawan settled into their new intertwined schedule. They trained almost daily unless one of them was called away on assignment, which was usually Obi-Wan since he began serving on the council.

If they weren’t working on her proficiency with her lightsaber, then they were working on her telekinetic abilities or simply on meditation best practices. Some days were easy, some days were hard, but neither of them seemed to falter in their confidence as she continuously improved. Obi-Wan had grown accustomed to a pupil like Anakin whose natural, raw talent made him a quick learner. However, he appreciated how focused and dedicated Verity was. If she didn’t get it the first time, she would try and try again even if it meant she had to do it a hundred times more than Anakin did, she’d reach his level of effortlessness eventually. She reminded Obi-Wan of himself in that way.

The shared many smiles, many laughs, even a few tears as she opened up about some of her struggles. He was slightly more reserved with his own as his guarded heart did not let him open up easily, but he was always a rock for her to do so.

“I feel like I hardly ever see you anymore, Master,” said Anakin. The two were currently in a ship, flying back to the temple from a brief assignment they had in a nearby city. “You’ve been so busy with your new pupil. Have you forgotten already?”

“Aren’t you enjoying all the time you’re getting to spend with your beloved Padmé? At least you don’t have to feel bad for ditching me anymore,” said Obi-Wan, taking his eyes off the course in front of him momentarily to look over at the younger man. Anakin was a better pilot, but his flying made Obi-Wan sick to his stomach, so he preferred to do it himself.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t,” he said with a smile. “Why don’t you two get together with us? I think Padmé would like having another woman around for once.”

Obi-Wan blinked a couple more times than he normally would as he thought about this proposal. Why did it make him nervous the idea of spending time with her in such a casual, friendly way? They’d be around others, so it’s not like it would only be the two of them. He still found himself tensing up at the idea, mostly because it sounded like it would be a delightful time.

“Are you sure that’s such a good idea? You and Padmé aren’t the best at hiding your affections. She will catch on right away,” said Obi-Wan. It was an excuse, but he wasn’t lying either. Discretion wasn’t part of Anakin’s vocabulary.

Anakin looked at the older man for a moment, trying to read his facial expression and his body language with a raised eyebrow. A smile crept up on his face now.

“That may be true, Master, but I think you’re nervous about bringing her around. Come on, life isn’t all about training. Have a little fun for once,” he said, patting the shorter man on the shoulder a couple times.

Obi-Wan only spared him a momentary glance now. Anakin had a point. Life was about more than just work, he still deserved to have fun every now and again, especially if there were no ongoing missions that demanded his attention. The fun didn’t seem to be the issue this time. She was the thing making him hesitant. If he put anyone else in her place, the anxiety fell severely.

“I will…ask her about it when I see her tomorrow,” he said and for a moment, he questioned the words coming out of his own mouth.

“No, let’s go to her quarters right now. It’s not that late. You have to make grand gestures with these ladies. They like that. Be a little more romantic,” he teased. Anakin was anything if not romantic. Obi-Wan had caught several of the things he’d said to Padmé in the past as he was courting her. As worried as he was about Anakin’s status within the order, he was happy to see the man he considered his own brother to be so happy. He often felt pangs of jealousy at the idea that he would never know that type of happiness in his own life.

“Oh, come on, Anakin. Don’t put that kind of pressure on me. And she’s just my Padawan! Nothing more, nothing less,” he said, and now he wasn’t even believing himself as he spoke. “My Padawan with very beautiful golden brown eyes, the most radiant smile I’ve ever seen, and this gods damn grace about her every movement.”

Obi-Wan smacked the steering wheel of the ship with the base of his palm now. It was like his mouth had a mind of its own. His bond with Anakin tended to bring the truth out of him eventually even when he tried to hide things from him.

“Aha! I knew it. I knew you’d like her and I knew you’d try to run away from it,” he said with an almost proud grin on his face now as if he had just uncovered the truth regarding an ancient mystery. “The Jedi Code is outdated, Master. Things need to change, and your secret will be safe with me like mine is with you until they do.”

Anakin’s words did little to reassure Obi-Wan in any real way. There were no guarantees that Anakin wouldn’t be caught soon and kicked out of the order as there would be no guarantees that things would change. The Jedi were very stuck in their ways, their traditions even if they were sometimes unreasonable or outdated.

“That’s very sweet of you, Anakin, but I still believe that I should keep my feelings to myself. If I nip them in the bud early enough, perhaps I can forget they’re there,” he said, sounding a bit dejected and resigned by the softness of his voice that wasn’t there earlier. “But I will spare you your own whining and I will go invite her now.”

“Then I’ll say nothing else on the matter,” said Anakin, trying not to push his old friend too far. The younger man knew he was far more rebellious and willing to fight for his own way than his former master was. That was okay. That’s what made them a good team. But he hoped Obi-Wan would someday put himself first in this regard. As someone who had allowed himself to experience the delightful experience of being drowned in love by another, he didn’t know how anyone could deprive themselves of it.

———-

What the hell was he doing right now? Did he seriously allow Anakin to influence him to come to Verity’s quarters after hours. He hoped that for whatever reason she was not there yet, so she wouldn’t come to the door and she’d never know he was there either.

His prayers were answered. Sort of. Just as he was about to touch his knuckles to her door to alert her of his presence, she approached him from behind.

“Master? Are you looking for me? Is everything alright?” she asked, speaking softly as she hoped not to startle him, but Jedi were never really surprised. He knew she was there and had already stopped his knuckles from touching the door before he heard her voice.

He turned to face her now. Her hair was different today. It was up in a high bun with several braids coming out from it, her fringe covering her forehead, but there was a split in the middle this time. She looked a bit tired, but still beautiful in every way possible.

“Please forgive me, Verity. You need not worry,” he said, stepping away from her door just in case she wanted to make her way inside. He tucked his hands behind his back as he stood before her. “I was just wondering…Well, Anakin was wondering-“

Verity crossed her arms in front of her body now, looking at the older man with a curious expression on her face, but also somewhat confused as to what was happening. Why was he here? Why was he so nervous? And what did any of this have to do with Anakin?

“I’m sorry. Let me start over. Anakin suggested that I invite you to a dinner party with him, Padmé, and myself tomorrow night after your training session,” he finally said. He kicked himself a bit for mentioning that it was Anakin’s idea, but it was true. He just wanted the credit for it.

“So does Anakin want me there or do you, Master?” she asked him, trying to suppress the small smirk that was threatening to replace her otherwise neutral expression. It was all an act, though. Something she often did to hide her nervousness or excitement was tease the person who caused her to feel that way. The last thing she had expected when she saw Obi-Wan at her door was this.

“I do, of course. You’ve been lovely to have as my Padawan, so I’d like to show my appreciation to your diligence,” he explained. More lies. Half-truths, really. He did appreciate her as his pupil, but that didn’t stop him from seeing her for the woman she was outside of that. “Anakin would also like you to get acquainted with Padmé. Something about her needing more female friends.”

“Well, I can’t say no to either of you. I’d love to join you tomorrow. Could you meet me here an hour after training? I’d like to make myself presentable, maybe not wear these robes for once,” she said, a shy smile replacing her smirk now. She knew she wanted to take the opportunity to impress him in a different way than she’d been given the chance to before. It would be hard as they weren’t allowed many possessions, but she had a dress or two she could make do with.

“That sounds like a plan, Verity. It is late, however, so I will leave you to rest,” he said, placing a hand on his abdomen as he dipped his body downwards in a slight bow in her direction. “Sweet dreams, young one.”

Almost all the Masters called their Padawan or other students “young one”, but it always felt different coming from Obi-Wan’s mouth to Verity’s ears. It never ceased to make a warm feeling crawl up her neck and onto her cheeks where she prayed he couldn’t see it.

“Sweet dreams, Master Obi-Wan…and thank you for the invitation. I’m looking forward to spending time with you- you all, I mean,” she hoped he hadn’t noticed her little slip up, but he was already making his way away from her, presumably back to his own quarters for the night.

Every fiber of her body wanted to ask him to come even just for tea, but she decided to be patient and wait for the next day to spend time with him. She didn’t want to jump the gun, she didn’t want to presume that he had any interest in her in the same way she did in him, and she definitely didn’t know if what she was feeling was even okay or something she should work on meditating away. She didn’t want to do that last one. Not one little bit, especially not until she knew whether her simmering affection was unrequited or not.

They both entered their quarters with much on their minds that night, a confusing mix of elation and anxiety swirling around.

———

Training resumed as it normally would the following day, though, there seemed to be a slight tension in the air. It wasn’t necessarily a bad tension, but as if a spark had ignited between them that was constantly buzzing with energy. It was dull still, but ever present. They each stole a few more glances than they usually would, tripped over more of their words, and were more careful with their touches to one another.

As the afternoon left them, they ended their training for the day. Verity hurriedly made her way back to her quarters when she was out of Obi-Wan sight, trying to give herself as much time as possible to get herself presentable.

She bathed as soon as she got in, dousing her body with her favorite scented perfume which smelled of lavender with a hint of vanilla. She kept her long, dark tresses down, adding some soft curls to the bottom. Her cheeks were given a flush of pinkish rouge and her lips were carefully coated in a matte, dark red lipstick, finishing her makeup by adding a small, wing of black to each and with a coat of mascara to her lashes.

She pulled out her favorite dress for the occasion, but decided it was perhaps too formal. Instead she opted for a pure white silk halter top that left the majority of her back exposed. She paired it with a long black skirt of the same material that tapered down her body. The waistline of it dipped down at the center to reveal her midsection. Verity didn’t have very many options for jewelry so she added a gold cuff to her bicep.

The young woman stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side to examine her appearance before taking a deep breath. It would have to do regardless of how she felt, so she conjured some confident thoughts about herself.

If she hadn’t already sensed his presence, she would have jumped when she heard the knock at the door. Somehow an hour had already passed. She slipped on her simple black pumps, grabbing a small clutch just so she wasn’t empty-handed, which she placed her lightsaber inside of. You could never be too careful.

Making her way to the door, she gave herself a moment to take another deep breath. She was almost less nervous about him seeing her than about seeing him. She’d never seen him out of his Jedi robes and was almost certain she wouldn’t know what to do when she did.

Pulling the door open, she was greeted by the face of her beloved Master. His reaction to her did not disappoint. His cordial smile dropped a bit as his cerulean eyes fell slowly down her figure before landing back on her face.

“Forgive me, Verity. I forget myself. You look absolutely wonderful,” he finally said. He considered playing off his reaction, but he knew better than to think she was that dense, so he owned up to it instead.

He himself looked absolutely breathtaking just as Verity had expected. He’d chosen a creamy button down with an embroidered high collar that he paired with a dark green jacket, black dress pants, and black boots. His hair was perfectly pushed back, and of course his beard was groomed to perfection.

“This is for you,” he continued, pulling out from behind his back a small bundle of Mysess blossoms that were tied together with a strip of yellow fabric in the shape of a bow. He extended them towards her with the flowers lying across both of his palms.

“Master…that’s so sweet of you. They’re beautiful,” she said, taking them from him and holding them up to her face to give them a smell. She’d never received flowers from a man before, but she couldn’t imagine a more thoughtful gesture if she tried. It painted Obi-Wan in a new light for her. “Could you come inside a moment for me to put them in water?”

She was bold to ask that of him, but he just showed up at her door with flowers in hand. He would be silly to think that was merely a friendly gesture on his part, so she rolled with the idea that it could be more.

“Of course. Take your time. Padmé’s apartments are not too far from here,” he said, waiting for her to step aside before he took a step in. Her room didn’t look that different from his own, but there were small personal touches throughout that let him know exactly who the room belonged to.

There was nothing in the Jedi Code that said he couldn’t be in her quarters, right? What was the difference between this and him visiting Anakin, right?

She closed the door behind him. There was the buzzing again, that feeling in her chest that was slightly tight and unwavering. He felt it as well, but neither of them mentioned it.

“You look wonderful as well, Master. I didn’t know you could clean up so nicely,” she said to him with a smile as she made her way to her small kitchenette area, opening a couple cabinets until she spotted an empty vase up top. Reaching up, she quickly realized she was too short even in her high heels to get it.

Before she could even use The Force to bring it down to herself, she felt Obi-Wan behind her.

“Thank you, and allow me,” he said, his voice noticeably softer than now. His chest was pressed to her back now and he placed a hand on her hip as he extended the other one upwards to grasp the vase in his hand effortlessly.

They’d been chest to back before during training, but this felt different. There was no reason why he couldn’t have let her use The Force or asked her to simply step aside. However, there was some magnetic pull between the two of them that probably didn’t even let him think that far before doing what felt right instead.

Verity stood terribly still, not daring to turn her face to look back at him because her cheeks were probably twice as red now than when he walked in. It felt somewhat different this time, though. It wasn’t just nervousness, but the proximity of his body to hers caused a chill up her spine as if it was satisfying just a small part of a much larger desire.

He placed the vase down in front of her, lingering for a moment behind her before he busied himself with taking it to the sink to pour water into it. He needed some reason to drag himself away from her. Typically, he would apologize for this kind of behavior, but he decided against it this time.

With almost shaky hands, Verity untied the bow from the flowers, dropping them into the vase once he filled it with water for her. She didn’t want to discard the pretty bow, so she wrapped it around the neck of the vase and tied it back into the bow shape.

“I said this already, but thank you. As you can imagine, I’ve never received flowers before. I’ve seldom been given gifts in general, so it means a lot to me,” she said, finally looking up at Obi-Wan from where she stood next to him. There was an overwhelming desire inside of herself to reach up and give him a simple peck on the cheek, so fuck it. That’s exactly what she did, steadying herself by holding onto his forearm as she leaned up and pressed her lips to his face.

The older man tried to contain the expression on his face that would communicate to her just how much he enjoyed that, just how much he wished it were more. He gave her a bashful smile, clearing his throat.

“I’m honored to be the first, but I find it difficult to believe that someone…like you has never even had one admirer who tried to win your affections,” he said. “Tell me about that as we make our way to the senator’s apartment.”

Offering her his arm for her to hook hers into, he lead them out of her quarters, starting their walk towards where Padmé and Anakin were already waiting for them with a spread of food and drinks. She had taken his arm without hesitance, walking alongside him. She figured he had a way to smooth things over with anyone who saw their body language right now, so she went with it without questioning him. Thankfully, the temple was quiet at the moment as it was later in the day and the sun had already gone down.

“Are you calling yourself an admirer now?” she asked him, a cheeky smile on her face as she did, but she continued before he could answer. “To answer your question, I have had a few men try to court me before, some politicians, some civilians, but probably far less than I would’ve experienced had I not been a Jedi who spends most of their time at a temple. Obviously, nothing ever happened with any of them. I had a slightly rebellious phase around nineteen where I snuck off to go clubbing several times, but men can be gross. They buy you drinks and expect you to give it all up just because they want you to. I’m not that type.”

A pang of jealous hit his heart at the thought of her being pursued by men wherever she went. He knew it was the likely story, but it was annoying to hear. That wasn’t his place to say, though.

“I can see how that would leave a sour taste in your mouth, but I can’t blame a man for respectfully trying. You’re a beautiful young woman. Anyone would be blind not to see that,” he said, exiting the temple with her as they made their way into the city. For once, he felt more like a regular inhabitant of Coruscant rather than a Jedi Master with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He wondered if this was what dating felt like for most people when you removed the bindings Jedi Code placed upon them. It felt nice.

“Master, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were flirting with me,” she said, stopping them both in their tracks as she looked up at him. The night had barely begun, but he had already given her so many more signals than he had the entire time he’d been training her. Was he letting his guard down for good or would tonight be a blip on his radar? She tilted her head to the side. “If you are, just know that it’s very much welcome.”

“Verity, I can honestly say I do not know what in gods name I’m doing right now. I’m just doing what feels right, but not what is morally right. I am doing what makes me feel like I am being honest to myself and what I want,” he said, and he could feel his palms sweating now. It was like some illogical, infatuated spirit had taken over his mind, allowing him no longer to pretend like he didn’t have the regular feelings that all men have in the presence of a stunning, sweet, and powerful woman.

Verity spent a moment in silence, looking up at him as he spoke. She could feel that despite how vague he was being, it was coming from the same place her feelings for him were developing as well, which was a place of utter contradiction. She felt both a guilt for disobeying her vows, but a desire to be free of them in some ways. She felt an internal battle brewing as she tried to fight off fear of the consequences for following this dangerous path.

“Maybe…let’s just have a great time tonight and we can talk about this all after. I think I just want to know what being next to you as a woman and not just your Padawan feels like even if just for this one evening,” she said, trying her best to use any shred of wisdom she had left and apply it to this situation. She would only know what to do about her feelings if she embraced them for the moment and assessed if this was worth the possible consequences.

“You are wiser than I am at times, Verity,” he said, guiding them to start their walk again. Perhaps giving in for just one night would give him the insight he needed.

The pair arrived at Padmé’s building soon after, getting clearance from security before they were able to ascend to the top floor where her penthouse was. When the woman opened the door, Anakin was right behind her. They looked like any other couple right now and it made Obi-Wan smile to see his chosen brother so content.

“Verity! I believe we haven’t had the pleasure of speaking properly yet, but Anakin has told me all about you,” she said, the pair stepping aside in a fluid motion to allow their guests in.

Padmé was as gorgeous as Verity remembered. She was a small, fit woman with shiny brown hair, an immaculate bone structure, and because of her status, she was dressed in a beautifully ornate gown. Verity felt almost intimidated now, but the senator was too kind for her to dwell on that for long.

“I hope it’s only been good things. Master Obi-Wan has told me much about you as well,” she said, the two women shaking hands as Anakin and Obi-Wan shared an embrace as they always did.

“It’s nice to see you out of those Jedi robes, Master. You almost look handsome,” said the younger Jedi male, a smirk on his face as he eyed the other male.

“You’re kind, Anakin. Really,” he responded sarcastically.

“Would either of you like something to drink? We have many wines and ales,” said Padmé, guiding the small party over to the bar where a bartender was waiting to pour them their libations.

“I’ll take wine,” said Verity, though she would typically prefer ale, wine felt better for the occasion. Obi-Wan agreed. The bartender poured four glasses, and they all took one.

“I’ll make a toast, then, to…long-lasting friendships,” said Anakin, looking down at Padmé when he spoke the last word. Verity caught the glance, but they were too busy tapping glasses for her to make any comment on it.

“We might need to work on your speeches if you’re going to remain so politically involved, Anakin,” joked Obi-Wan who also gave Padmé a look as he spoke. Verity wasn’t stupid. It was obvious what was going on.

“Are you two together? If you’re trying to hide it, you’re not succeeding,” she said, chuckling behind her glass as she took another sip.

Padmé almost choked, but Anakin simply wrapped an arm around her.

“If we can trust you, yes. If we can’t, then forget everything you saw after tonight unless you want to duel it out with me,” he said, looking at Verity with a teasing eyebrow.

“You know I’m not the type to go running to the council, Master, your secret is safe with me…unless you cross me,” she joked back to him.

“Seems we have an agreement, then, and before you ask, yes, I’ve known about this for a while now,” said Obi-Wan. Verity had figured as much.

“How about we chat over dinner? We can all share secrets, but let’s have the delicious food my chefs have prepared for us,” said Padmé, leading them into the dining area where Verity was greeted by a spread of more dishes than she could count and way more than the four of them could possibly eat.

“Wow…thank you, Senator. You’re incredibly kind,” said Verity, smiling graciously as Obi-Wan pulled a chair out for her, which she sat down in, allowing him to tuck her in as well. Anakin did the same for Padmé.

“Just call me Padmé, please. Any friend of Anakin and Obi-Wan’s is my friend as well. Plus, it’s nice to have some female company for once,” said the older woman.

Servants came around to begin serving everyone. Verity felt both so normal and so unlike herself in this moment, but it was such a welcome departure from reality.

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galacticwildfire · 2 years

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Illicit Affairs | Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Amidala!oc

Rhea Amidala meets Obi-Wan Kenobi when he and his master come to her younger sisters aid and he discovers the queen's sister was once a Jedi, expelled from the order for her unwillingness to forgo love and attachment. The two stranded together on Tatooine find common ground despite their differences, and above all a hope within the other for something greater than themselves.

He hopes for her to rejoin the order, while she hopes for him to leave, and both are left reeling from their illicit affair, until ten years later he is once again called to her sister's service and they are catapulted into each other's lives by a war that will set them on the same path of secrecy and tragedy.

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frost-queen · 2 years

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Trembling (Padawan!Reader x Obi Wan Kenobi)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex–awesome–22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @october-leaves

“Again!”

Grunting echoed the words through your mind. Again, again and again. Over and over, running in loops. That was what your master demanded of you. His padawan constantly pushing herself to the limit. Closing your eyes for a moment, took you a deep breath. Drops of sweat already forming above your brows and upper lip. Tasting salty when you collected a lost drop of sweat from your tender lips. Opening your eyes again, held you the lightsaber near your face. With an encouraging nod from Obi Wan, gritted you your teeth. Your feet danced over the floor as you moved towards him, flicking your wrists as you guided the lightsaber at him.

A crash with his lightsaber occurred, sending tiny sparks of blue off. You took a step closer to him, bringing your feet together, hearing the buzzing sound close by. It didn’t last long or Obi Wan brought his lightsaber down with yours, making almost a full circle. From there separated your lightsabers for a moment. You gulped, pushing your lightsaber down to where he was aiming. It clashed and again and again as you followed the movement of his actions with your saber. Blocking each turn of him. Obi Wan swung his lightsaber as you hastily ducked down, or you would’ve lost your head.

“Good job.” – complimented he you. Putting pressure on your toes, stretched you, your back in. Moving your saber behind you, blocking one of Obi Wan’s movements. Groaning loud, gripped you tightly on the handle, your knuckles turning white. Flexing your muscles, pushed you his lightsaber away from yours, giving you a bit more breathing area. He stumbled backwards, breathlessly. Wiping quickly more sweat from your forehead, received you an approving nod from him. You could already hear the words chiming in your head before he had spoken them out. – “Again.” – called he out, placing his left foot firmly forwards. He raised his blue lightsaber to you, forcing you to block it.

Hit after hit, blocked you all his attacks with a counterattack. Keeping yourself shielded but not really fighting back. – “Fight back, Y/n!” – ordered Obi Wan, pushing you to the limit. Clenching your jaw, pushed you his lightsaber of yours. Letting your saber twirl once in your hand, readied you mentally to attack him. Attacking your mentor wasn’t easy. He knew all your tricks. All your bests moves because he altered them, shaped them. He knew you inside and out. He knew exactly what you were thinking right now and debating on what to do. He positioned himself out of his practice form, opening his arms.

“Do whatever feels natural. Let the force guide you, Y/n.” – gripping on the handle with both hands again, bend he a bit through his knees. Biting your lip, you felt a bit insecure. You knew you were always going to lose from him, he always outsmarted you. Of course he did, he was your master and you his padawan. His padawan he considered close bounded with. He considered you more than that, a daughter he never had. No, you couldn’t let him down, so you shook your insecurities away. You took on a fighting pose as Obi Wan was impressed by you. Running stealthily over to him, took you a leap. You jumped high, attacking him from above. Obi Wan’s mouth dropped, his eyes wide as he moved his lightsaber hastily up.

His saber crashing into yours. You landed with a loud thud back on your feet, rotating your wrists to choose the direction of where to strike him. Left, right, left down, right up. You tried to not think much about it, just letting your hand muscles work for you. He never broke into a sweat as he easily waved through your attacks. It agitated you that you never had a chance. Going for him with much more intensity, tried you to unbalance him. It started to work as he had to move backwards, escaping your upcoming attacks. He glanced brief over his shoulder to see how much space he had before colliding into the wall. – “Y/n.” – breathed he out.

You wouldn’t hear it, glaring at him as you send your wraith on him. You wanted to win for once. Impress him so that he could be gleaming with pride. You wanted him to gush about your qualities. How much they had improved and that even he had not see you fight like this before. An advantage. That was all you wanted. Obi Wan clenched his jaw, moving his saber swiftly without hesitation in every direction to block your attacks. You kept slashing into him, feeling anger rise up. Obi Wan must have sensed it as for a split second his expression was surprised. – “Y/n!” – called he out loud, twirling his lightsaber, bringing it to shoulder length, pointed at you.

With his other hand, held he two fingers out to you. A strong push of the force blew against your chest, causing you to snap out of the chaos forming in your head. Your hand with the lightsaber dropped, making you lose your grip on your saber. It clattered to the ground, retracting itself. Stumbling backwards were you suddenly aware of your surroundings. That dark cloud vanishing before your eyes. Obi Wan retracted his saber as well, straightening his posture. With one simple glance from him, knew you that he demanded to know what happened.

Sighing deep, bend you down to collect your saber from the ground. Slowly crossing his arms, wasn’t he letting you off the hook so easily. – “I got blinded, alright!” – forced you out, turning a cold shoulder to him. You moved away from him as Obi Wan reached his hand out to you. He kept you in place, his hand laying on your shoulder. – “Y/n…” – said he softly, turning your shoulder more to him. You followed, presenting yourself to him humble and ashamed. – “I got lost under the pressure…” – biting your lip, looked you away. – “I wanted to be like you. Less like me you know…”

Obi Wan couldn’t quite understand what you meant with that. You exhaled deep. – “I wanted you to be surprised by my strength. See that I can be more than the predictable girl you teach. I… I wanted you to be proud of me, but… I…I messed up instead.” – you felt like crying. Blinded by your own gain. – “Oh, Y/n.” – spoke he out, pulling close for a hug. – “I am always proud of you. No need to be different.” – with a smile, hugged you him tightly back. The only father figure in your life. You squeaked when he smothered you in his embrace, squeezing you so tightly, it set your feet dangling in the air.

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Blaster shots fired all over your head, sending a rush through your body. Obi Wan Kenobi, your mentor fighting beside you. Two clones stormed towards you, forcing you to uphold your only shield of protection, your lightsaber. Swinging the saber around, cut you the blasters out of their hands. Another one that you spotted from near your left shoulder came in vision, shooting at you. You ducked down, grabbing a hold of the fallen blaster. Jumping to your feet, shot you first him. A gaping hole resting in his chest. Then you shot the two defenseless once’s near you.

Since the blaster came a bit in handy, offered you to help out your mentor. Obi Wan raised his lightsaber ready to lash out. His eyes widened as the smell of burned filled his nostrils. The clone standing before him, dropped to the ground, a gaping hole inside of him. Obi Wan gaped at you as you shrugged your shoulders. He lowered his hands, motioning to you to follow him. You did, firing at some clones that came around the corner. It didn’t take long for the blaster to get jammed. Throwing it away, revealed you, your trusty lightsaber again. – “Stay close.” – hissed Obi Wan at you.

You kept low, sneaking through the empty corridors. A maze of corridors. Obi Wan and you worked like an oiled machine, taking down clones on your path. Obi Wan took a sharp right to a large incaving in the wall. A solid door blocking your way through. – “Think you can handle it?” – questioned Obi Wan with a smirk. You nudged his shoulder. – “Go!” – teasingly laughed you out. Obi Wan knelt down, opening the mechanism of the door. Pulling out some tools, trusted he to have his back. For a short period it was silent. Silence before the upcoming storm.

Hearing only your own breathing and the beating of your heart in your throat. – “Brace yourself!” – shouted you loud, letting Obi Wan know clones had arrived. They appeared at the end of the corridor, blasters in the ready. You came standing more before your master, shielding him. – “I trust you.” – heard you him whisper proudly. Red shots came your way. Shifting on your feet, adverted you them all. Swaying your saber in the direction they came. In no case could Obi Wan get hurt. You weren’t going to let that happen.

Unable to move from your position were you forced to block as many attacks as possible with less counterattacks from your own. Holding your hand out, took you advantage of the force. Some clones dropped down, losing their balance. That gave you some breathing area. – “Getting there.” – called Obi Wan out, struggling to get the door to open. – “Work faster!” – bit you back, not losing your focus. At least six clones were firing at you. You managed to divert all their shots. Then. A brush stroke against the side of your stomach, followed by a burning feeling. Obi Wan sensed a slight hesitation, turning his head back to you.

Gritting your teeth, continued you to work like an oiled machine. Blocking off their shots. – “Obi!” – shouted you out, noticing that he had lost focus. – “Right.” – mumbled he to himself, turning his attention back to the panel. The burning feeling increased as you knew you were injured. You just had no time to stand still and reflect on it. Certainly not in the presence of Obi Wan. If he so much as sensed through the mysterious ways of the force that you faltered, he would lose it. Forcing yourself to not think about it, hoped you he would never sense such a thing. Calling it out, were you channeling your anger on the clones.

“Yes.” – breathed Obi Wan out, the door swishing open before him. He took you by the wrist, pulling you inside with him. Pulling you aside and out of sight from the incoming shots. By the side, pressed he a button, the heavy door closing again with a loud thud. The last of the clones disappearing with them. Obi Wan breathed out deep, thinking it was a close call. You lowered your face, trying to catch a glimpse of your side. You sure didn’t want to see any red on your uniform. – “You alright?” – breathed Obi Wan out.

Humming loud, shot you, your head up. – “Sure, why not?” – responded you, seeing him quirk his eyebrow up. Don’t let it show, don’t let it show. Said you to yourself, biting hard on your teeth. Walking past him, kept you, your natural walk, no indications of your injury. – “So, the plan.” – reminded you him, stepping behind a large panel with all sorts of buttons. Obi Wan came walking over as you motioned the stage was ready for him. Chuckling bend he down over the panel to observe the buttons and switches. – “Needing some glasses perhaps?” – teased you out, seeing him glare grumpy at you for a moment.

He straightened his posture, holding one hand over his chest as with the other one he stroke thoughtfully his beard. You swallowed nervously, feeling as if you were about to break in sweat. The pain getting almost unbearable, certainly now that you weren’t occupied. It was getting harder and harder to keep your mind off the pain. – “Are you sure, you are alright Y/n?” – questioned he, turning his head to you. You slowly nodded, keeping your jaw firmly tensed. – “I’m fine.” – laughed you out, trying to sound as natural as possible. His attention got drawn to your forehead where small drops of sweat had formed.

“Shouldn’t you hurry up?” – called you out, poking him in the side. He turned his attention to the panel again. He hesitated a bit but surely pressed confident some buttons. A port opened as he could see it through the large window below. Just what he needed to secure the escape. – “Not bad for an old man right.” – joked he out, punching his elbow in your side with a smirk. The second his elbow hit your side; it send a wave of intense pain through you. A massive wave sending you down. – “Y/n?” – shrieked Obi Wan out, seeing you collapse to the ground. You shivered in pain, pulling your legs closer to your chest.

He knelt down to you a wave of information blowing him off his feet. You had lost all control you had over your pain, revealing your vulnerable self. With shock in his eyes, looked he up to your face. – “Your hurt!” – called he out. He didn’t need a reply from you, seeing the state you were in. He hastily pulled your uniform up, revealing your undershirt that had formed red. Pulling that up as well, inhaled he sharply between his teeth at the sight of your wound. Burnt flesh as it required of him to stay calm. He immediately pulled your shirt down, glaring at you.

“You kept this from me!” – called he out, his voice roaring loud. He couldn’t believe you would keep this silent to him. – “I…” – shivered you out, curling more into a ball. That made him gasp breathlessly, fearing the worst. – “Dammit Y/n.” – grunted he out, moving his finger over his mouth. It took a lot of his strength to not lose his calmness over this. You were special to him, like a daughter. He felt his heart ache with yours. – “You…” – he sighed not being able to finish his sentence. No matter how much he wanted to yell at you in a panic that you had been reckless.

An alarm started to sound, making him panic. – “Just… just leave me here…” – breathed you out, cringing at the pain. – “Leave you?” – squeaked he out, losing it all. How dare you suggest such a matter. He would rather go down with you than leave you behind. – “I…” – he sputtered at the ridiculous thought. With trembling knees, took he a hold of your arm. He placed is over his neck, holding you carefully by the side. One way or another, he was going to leave this place with you by his side. – “Just hold on.” – bit he at you, biting away his own fears. Your breathing got shaky, worrying him more. He pulled you a bit against his back, laying your weight there.

Your feet dragging over the ground, supported he you. Near the heavy door, seated he you down. He needed both his hands to fight those clones. With one press opened the doors, breaking apart in the center to the edge. There were still clones as from the darkness lighted up his lightsaber. In seconds moved he swiftly through the corridor, forcing his way through. Meanwhile had you lost all strength in your body. Your hands laying lifeless on your lap. Your head tilted slightly against the wall. The pain had numbed your body as you hardly felt it. A dangerous sign. – “Master…” – whispered you. – “Obi…” – breathed you out, your fingers twitching a bit.

Obi wan knelt before you, exhaling deep into your face. – “Y/n…” – asked he, touching your shoulder. When you gave no responded, panicked he. – “Y/n come on. Stay with me.” – forced he out, cupping your cheeks, your head moving lifeless. – “Stay with me.” – repeated he, biting a painful sob down his throat. – “Please…” – whimpered he out, forcing his loud sob out as well. You slowly blinked, hearing him sniff loud with a relieved exhale. He brought your head to his collarbone, cherishing you.

Finding a bit of his strength again, picked he you up. Carrying you on his back, ran he as fast as he could back to the ship. He never wanted to feel so close to loss ever again. For a moment, he thought he had lost you. His heart ripped out of his chest with brutal force. Luckily it was still in place, but not an experience he wished to endure any time soon. He managed to get you safely back on the ship, tending to you there. From now on was he going to hold on tighter to you. Not letting you go through such an event ever again. For his heart could not bear it to go through it a second time.

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lena-artz · 5 days

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Star Wars oc!!

Did this oc because I'm into Star Wars again(it's all because of Ewan McGregor)

Idk what to say about her.

I already have a bit of her lore...

I did her before I started rewatching the movies, so I kinda created a species for her?? I don't know tbh.

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agirlunderarock · 1 year

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OF AGONY AND HOPE

Story Summary: sith!Obi-Wan au, in which Sas was able to fly Padme to safety and deliver her children but at the cost of losing the man she loved. Five years have gone by since the fall of Republic, since the fall of the Jedi Order, since Sas said goodbye to the man she loves. Since then Emperor Palpatine has brought in new enforcers; Lord Vader his right hand, and Grand Admiral Abusivus a man Sas refuses to admit bares any resemblance to Obi-Wan Kenobi even when he stands right in front of her.

Pairings: Obi-Wan X Sas Vom (OC)

Chapter 3: Proposals

Chapter Summary: Sas is called into Grand Admiral Abusivus' office

Previous Chapter

Warnings: N/A Honestly its not violent or anything yet so like? Just know the general warning is that I fell asleep while typing this several times. I live and die by those typos. This story is basically lovers to enemies to lovers so make of that what you will?

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The Meeting room was too loud.

Despite the quiet murmurs of the Imperial Officers in the room, Brisa felt as if they were all shouting in her ears, looking at her assessing her. Under normal circumstances she could tune it out, ignore them, carry her head high and walk out without sparing anyone a single glance.

Her heart beat was too loud.

She didn’t register when the switch happened, only that she felt far away from the room itself. There was too much going on. Grand Admiral Abusivus was giving her directions, that much she was aware of. What those directions were specifically she couldn’t say. The pounding of her heart beat was slowly replaced by officers slowly filing out of the room, their footfalls echoing off the sleek walls of the war room like cannon blasts going off in Brisa’s ears. The lights were too bright. Harsh glares reflected off every surface straight into her eyes. Even Captain Dirgo’s pointed stare seemed to carry the weight of the cold reflective surfaces that lined the doorway.

Sas didn’t remember following Grand Admiral Abusivus. Her world stopped spinning the moment her eyes met his burning yellow irises. Yet, she noted the way the Grand Admiral walked just a step ahead of her, his broad shoulders blocking most of her view of the hallway. In the back of her mind she could hear the faint echo of his words, “We best discuss the expectations for your position in my office.”

Was that where he was leading her? Sas couldn’t even be sure he had really even said those words. The back of her hand still burned with the warmth of his breath, but if she were being honest Sas couldn’t say whether or not she wanted to put the fire out.

Be mindful of your feelings, they can betray you.

Sas could hear Obi-Wan’s voice echo in her head, and despite the warmth in her chest at the memory of all the times he had said that to Anakin, she felt fear crawl its way into her throat. She couldn’t focus, the world still spun, but felt as if she were flying through a dust cloud. She couldn’t trust her own thoughts, her feelings. The Grand Admiral could and would manipulate them, if he hadn’t already. He knew the easiest ways to access her mind, he knew every feeling, thought and desire she had.

The sudden realization that she was about to be captured, questioned and tortured, had Sas’ stomach churning. She had to get to her apartment, she had to get a message out, call for an extraction.

“At ease Captain Brisa,” The Grand Admiral’s command pierced the fog. Sas blinked as her body automatically relaxed its stance, feet shoulder width apart and her hands behind her back. "I assume you understand why I've brought you here," he finished.

Truthfully Sas was trying to figure out what was more disturbing to her, that her body didn't hesitate to act on his command, or the way he didn’t tear his gaze away from her. She hadn't even fully processed that she was standing in his office. Whatever challenge he had issued her and whatever composure she had mustered up in the presence of her fellow officers, dissipated in the cold tension between them now.

Sas slowly scanned his office. Of course it was pristine and organized. She expected nothing less. She was, however, surprised by the amount of objects on display. Not that he wasn't sentimental in the past, but each object was placed purposely, deliberately within view of her standing position, not the person who would normally be sitting at the desk. These objects weren't just for decoration, he was sending a message. A small statue of a Twi'lek seemed to glare at her from its pedestal in front of a large painting of a familiar Alderaan mountain pass. The statue bared a striking resemblance to one she had seen in the home of Eleni Syndulla, during a rather melancholy feast. It looked over them while they celebrated a Republic victory on Ryloth. Sas couldn’t force herself to focus on the painting behind it. She tried to focus on the other side of the room. In front of another painting, stood a sculpture of a four legged beast of burden that was native to Onderon. The same kind of creature she and Obi-Wan had ridden into the Separatist filled city with Steela and her freedom fighters. Something twisted painfully in her chest.

“Forgive me,” Brisa answered, her voice sounding much weaker than normal. “I assumed we were going to discuss my expectations for my new assignment.”

“Most of your duties are outlined in the entry log-” He paused abruptly, looking right through Sas before his eyes settled on her again. “But you’re already well aware of those duties aren’t you?” Abusivus moved to stand in front of his desk, right in Sas’ line of sight. He absolutely knew who he was speaking to. There was no way around it.

“Sir, I’m not sure I understand-”

“You need not continue your act,” he said calmly, though Sas could easily detect the tension in his voice. “No one else is listening right now.” Five years apart and he could still read her without trying. Then again, she supposed that it was easy to read her when he had the ability to directly feel what she was feeling and could purposely tamper with her thoughts and emotions. That was the only way to explain the black hole that erupted in her chest. She felt heavy and empty all at the same time, like she would fall right through the glossy white floors, the rest of her memories and feelings drawn into her void.

Sas kept her eyes focused on the portview behind him, just over his shoulder. It was the only way she could look at him without having to actually look at him. She heard him breathe out slowly, his shoulders tensing and then falling ever so slightly, as if he were gripping something. If she had the nerve to look up at his face she was sure she’d find his auburn brows furrowed low over his eyes. She tried not to picture the expression, yet the memories of all the times she pressed her lips to his forehead, just between his brows, came rushing back to her.

She couldn’t trust those memories.

Sas was very aware of how he could manipulate her thoughts. Even though she didn’t feel the odd pressure around her head that came when someone was attempting to manipulate her through the force, she couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t. He knew her mind better than anyone, possibly even more than her own sister. At one time she had trusted him with her life, her dreams, and her secrets. She trusted him to love her as she was, to accept her past, and understand what she expected in their future. There was absolutely nothing she could hide from him. She needed to look elsewhere.

Everywhere she looked was a reminder of their shared past, of how he'd thrown everything they fought for away. Even if he wasn’t using the force, Abusivus was finding other ways to manipulate her.

Sas’ eyes burned with unshed tears, and her throat closed. She couldn’t breathe. If she had been a weaker woman, she might have fallen to her knees, even clutched at her aching chest. Sas didn’t understand how her chest could feel so hollow and yet feel so tight. She couldn’t tell if this was her own body betraying her or if this was his doing. “Sir-” She croaked. Even to herself her voice sounded brittle and weak. She couldn’t break in front of him. Abusivus could undoubtedly feel what she was going through, she couldn’t let herself be so openly vulnerable with him.

The Grand Admiral moved to stand directly in front of her, his shoulders and the hot tears stinging her eyes obscuring her view. He hadn’t touched her, not even with the force, and yet the fire that burned under her skin and caught in her throat was his doing. He betrayed her, their friends, and their family.

“Why did you bring me here?” Sas demanded in a whisper. She kept her hands clasped together behind her back, worried that her hands would shake, that her whole body would tremble if she wasn’t careful. “Just tell me what you want and get this over with.”

“Sas,” his voice was soft, just as quiet as her own as he stepped closer to her.

A blaster shot to the chest would have burned less. This wasn’t the voice of the man who addressed the Imperial officers just a few moments before. This was the voice that whispered to her in stolen moments between missions. This was the voice that teased her behind closed doors, told her she was loved, that she was worth more than what she could provide to others. This was the voice that comforted her in dreams, and she missed more than anything in the galaxy. A voice she thought she’d never hear say her name again.

His gloved hand reached out to her cheek, gently brushing away her tears. “I thought you were dead…” His other hand came up and cupped her cheek, before he leaned down to press his lips to her forehead.

Every fiber in Sas’ body screamed at her to push him away. That this man helped the Empire conquer the people they swore to protect, and yet she could only stand frozen in place. Her heart hammered quickly in her chest. The familiar feel of his breath dancing over her skin sent a tremor through her body. The tickle of his beard against her forehead was enough to make her eyes slide close. For five years they'd been apart, grown into different people and yet this simple action sent her right back to the quiet nights they spent on her ship.The back of her hand, the one he kissed just moments before, still felt heavy with the weight of his kiss.

Sas had thought the black hole had been in her chest, that every memory she’d had of him was being dragged in to try to fill its void. With his admission, she realized that he was the point of gravity in the room. No matter how many reminders screamed at her to wake up to reality. She should be angry, had every right to shove him away but instead she found the ache in her chest soothed by his closeness. She could pretend that this was just another quiet night on her ship. That he had been away on a long mission and was tiredly pressing kisses to her head. As always he would be hesitant to hold her, but he would hold her, assure her that he was safe. She could pretend that they never lost each other, that they didn’t lose so much more. All she had to do was keep her eyes closed.

Gradually her body relaxed and her arms fell to her sides. If these were going to be her last moments, Sas almost wanted to just let herself enjoy his touch. She could pretend that he was the man she loved. Just one last stolen moment before it all came crashing down. After all that was how they loved each other best, when the galaxy was collapsing around them. What made this time so different?

Be mindful of your feelings, they can betray you.

Sas took a deep breath. Those thoughts could not be her own. As tired of the fight and hiding as she was, Sas could not give in to those feelings she had. She had to get back home call for an extraction. That had to be her priority. Her thoughts and feelings were not her own while the Grand Admiral was around.

Slowly opening her eyes, Sas moved her head a little away from him and looked up at him expecting to see the burning amber eyes of the man in the meeting room, but instead she only found relief relaxing his face and closing his eyes. Again she could feel her resolve slipping, and again she recalled the memory of the times she and Obi-Wan would meditate together. Some of the jedi teachings were starting to make a lot more sense to her. She had to let go of those memories, and the ache in her chest. She took another deep breath. Abusivus may look like the man she loved, but that man never escaped Mustafar; he died there, and there was no going back.

She forced herself to look away.

Behind him, on the desk, was a large piece of stone propped up on a display frame, a familiar swirl etched into its surface. It was one of the crests from the Mobari temples on Zolan, from her home. The red stony clay marked the stone as not from the temple in the capital city, but the carvings along the rocky cliff overlooking the ocean. He had been to her cliff side city, her home. Sas couldn’t help but wonder if this had been before or after the blockade was put around her planet. Her gut told her that he only could have taken the carving after it was in place.

A new spark caught fire in her chest, this one white hot and explosive. She breathed in deeply, holding her breath for a moment and letting her anger chase the longing from her heart. It didn’t matter what Abusivus could make her feel, he wasn't Obi-Wan. He might have his voice, his mannerisms, and appearance, but Sas knew better than anyone that a convincing disguise did nothing to hide whoever was underneath it. She had learned that lesson the hard way.

It didn’t matter when Abusivus took the crest from her home world. None of that mattered. Their history didn’t matter. What mattered was that Sas had people depending on her. Padmé, Jankari, and Pyrrha were depending on her to gather as much Imperial intelligence as she could. Abusivus was just another obstacle in her way. She just had to hang onto her anger long enough to leave the office.

Letting out a breath, Sas raised her hands to his wrist and slowly lowered them away from her face.

“Darling-” he started. She hadn’t realized she was trembling until he stiffened under her touch, there was no doubt he felt the shift in her mood. Another deep breath and she steadied her hands. “What are you-?”

“Please don’t call me that,” Sas answered as evenly as she could. She could hear the waver in her voice and told herself it was anger. It wouldn’t be good to have Captain Brisa leaving the office in such an emotional state, even if Sas was struggling between giving in to his gravity, or letting her rage devour her. Either one would make it more difficult for Sas to leave the building alive.

Abusivus pulled his hands away from hers then and straightened up. Sas didn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he answered, even managing to sound genuine. “I- I missed you.”

There was another blaster bolt to her chest. She took another deep breath, the words I missed you too nearly choking her as they fought to leave her lips. Instead she looked to the Onderon statue, the Twi’lek figure, the stone crest on his desk. She tried to imagine the dirt under her finger tips, imagine the circumstances where he took those things as prizes for his conquests. She could harden her despair, she had to. She had to go home and call for an extraction.

“I saw you crash…I thought I lost you” He started again.

“You did. Four years ago.” She finally met his gaze. Part of her hoped she would find the clear blue eyes of the man that she adored, but still she was met with cold amber eyes, his brows furrowed low over them.

“Sas-”

“Tell me you didn’t have anything to do with the blockade around Zolan. Tell me you didn’t attack my home!”

Silence fell heavy between them. Abusivus loomed over her, his jaw clenching as his gaze hardened. Sas wanted to strike him, demand an answer, instead she let herself feel the sting of his betrayal as she dug her nails into her palms in a tightly clenched fist. Whatever comment he had been about to make was lost under the weight of her demand. Sas had seen the look before. When he was choosing his words carefully. She was an enemy now, and she knew well enough how Abusivus used to negotiate with his enemies. The only reason he was paying her this decency was likely for the sake of their past relationship. He took a step away from her, nine years of war suddenly seeming to weigh down his shoulders as he leaned back against his desk.

“Perhaps I wouldn’t have needed to take such measures, if I did not have to clean up after your messes,” Abusivus said at last as he stroked his beard..

That was worse than a blaster shot. A tremor ran through her as she tried to make sense of his comment. “You just said you thought I was dead.”

“I did. When I first caught your trail, I wasn’t so sure-”

“What trail? Nothing has happened-”

“Does a missing intelligence officer on Onderon sound familiar, it should.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh then perhaps on Naboo? Ryloth? Or maybe the ambush on Jabiim sounds familiar? It goes without saying that many troopers and agents went missing in the early days. If Saw Gerrera, or Cham Syndulla picked off a few agents during an investigation, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise.”

Sas held her breath. She knew exactly what missions he was referring to. She hadn’t stayed in Imperial Intelligence for so long without avoiding combat zones and running into old faces. Each that he referenced however weren’t exactly huge blows to the Empire. She had been sure about that.

“It's incredible really that an officer not trained for combat could survive so many large scale skirmishes, but you seem to be at the center of each one. Of course when I first started looking into these encounters I thought we just had a very lucky officer on our hands, that perhaps we just kept sending in one of our best as she’s proven to get results. It’s not unheard of, after all.”

There was nothing Sas could do but stand and listen. Her lungs ached with every word she wanted to shout at him. She could just walk out. That would be the smart thing to do. She could walk out, be careful that no one followed her home, and hope that Crix could call an extraction for her before it was too late. She couldn't leave just yet though. Sas couldn’t break down and she couldn’t storm out, she still had people depending on her.

"There were two conclusions I could have arrived at, this of course after conducting my own investigation," Abusivus continued. “The first was that Rola Brisa was indeed just a fresh face and eager to prove herself. The second was much more fantastical, however there was no record of anyone recovering your body from the temple, and yet you had been reported as killed in action. I’m guessing someone, probably yourself, made sure that information was in the databases. There was even speculation that you had something to do with the death of Senator Amidala. Though, with you being here, I’m guessing that she and her children are alive and well.”

Sas stayed silent, not wanting to confirm or deny any of what he was beginning to realize. Maybe he already knew, or had always known. She wasn’t sure she really wanted to think about how long he possibly suspected she was hiding in Imperial ranks.

He paused for a moment studying her, as if for a moment she was one of the trophies in his office he could turn and examine however he pleased. She supposed she was in a lot of ways, though that was hardly a reassuring thought. "However, that isn't what I wished to discuss, not now anyway," he said seemingly more to himself than to Sas. “Against my better judgment I looked into the fantastical option. There was something…comforting in knowing you were still carrying on this pointless crusade-”

“Stop, just stop!” The words burst from her. “Just stop talking!” Sas squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn’t listen to him say that. She couldn’t talk about this. None of it made sense to her. She couldn’t believe it was all for nothing, that his friends, his people died for nothing. She felt the tears spill over her cheeks, and she took a deep breath trying to focus on the pounding of her heart in her ears. She needed to control herself. If she shifted now, she’d never leave his office alive.

“I’m sorry-”

“Are you going to kill me?” Sas cut him off.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his pristine uniform seeming more like restraints as he stroked his auburn beard. “Why would I do a thing like that?”

Sas still didn’t look in his eyes. “You did just tell at least a dozen Intelligence Officers to report to you if they found out anything about me.” She didn’t like this game. She just wanted him to be straightforward with her.

“Ah, I supposed that would be your natural conclusion.”

Sas gritted her teeth. For just a moment she had been willing to pretend that the man in front of her could make her feel whole again, that she could somehow look past the situation they found themselves in. Something in the casual tone he used to answer her made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

“Then what the fuck do you want from me?” She said at last.

Abusivus’ lips quivered upward briefly as if he were amused by her question. He stroked his beard once, then twice, letting the silence stretch on between them.

“Can you just get on with it-?”

“Patience,” he said, the small grin still in place. “Forgive me for wanting to pick my words carefully before I make a proposal.”

Sas hated the way he said that. She knew he phrased it that way on purpose. Five years apart and he was trying to get under her skin in the worst ways possible. She crossed her arms over her chest. It was the only way to hold herself back from slapping him across the face. Not even when he had been a Jedi did he ever joke about that. While she always knew a marriage and a life after the war together was never in their future, she never would have thought it would have come to this conclusion. They were on opposite sides of the war now, and he had thrown away everything they had fought together for. Somehow he still had the nerve to make jokes about a proposal.

“Just spit it out,Traitor,” Sas said at last, her body trembling with the build and mixture of emotions warring inside her chest.

“Oh no my de-” He stopped himself and shut his amber eyes tightly for a moment before continuing. He let out a breath. “You understand that I found you, right? Had anyone else had the sense to dig deeper they would have found you. If anyone else found you, you'd already be in an interrogation chamber.” He said, his tone almost seeming annoyed, but his brows had that little furrow they always got when he was thinking hard about something.

Had he not cut her so deep, she might have felt sympathy for the brief hint of anguish that crossed his features. She might have even taken his warning seriously. But this was Abusivus, not Obi-Wan, and Sas wasn’t going to let him make her feel so vulnerable again. She kept Brisa’s face in place, watching him with serious but tired green eyes.

Abusivus continued when there was no answer. “I can petition to have you cleared of any charges, Sas. You wouldn’t need to disguise yourself any longer-”

“So what's stopping you? Shouldn’t be difficult for someone like you.” All he was offering was empty promises. Once upon a time they had sworn to each other that they wouldn’t do such things to each other.

“Might I ask what information you’re specifically looking for at this time? Obviously you’re spying for someone.”

“I’m not feeling inclined to share that.”

“I should have guessed as much.”

“Is that all you wanted from me? To figure out who I’m working with and what they want? I would have thought a sith lord would have had a more tempting offer than to just clear my record.” Each word felt like a crack forming in a pressurized tank. She felt too many things, but he needed to know how he hurt her. What he was doing to her. She needed to relieve some of the pressure.

The faintest hint of a smile came to him. “I believe you’ve turned down better offers with much less at stake. You must forgive me for that very poor attempt.”

“I don’t have to forgive you for anything.”

Again the Grand Admiral shut his eyes for a heart beat too long. “I don’t suppose you do, and I should understand why. It is a shame it has come to this.”

“I’m not so sure it would have ended any better for us in another life,” Sas answered simply. She would have preferred it wasn’t this one, she would have preferred an ending where she died before having to know how wrong things truly went.

“I like to imagine there is at least one reality where we end up happy.”

“You’re purposely trying to distract me. Just tell me what you want or kill me.”

“Sas,” he started again, and for a moment she caught a glimpse of the man who lit up her world and kept her going during the clone wars. The one who kept her safe and made her feel loved. “I need your help. I can’t do this without you.” He looked to something behind her for just a brief moment and she got the feeling they were running out of time. “What if I told you, that your perception is flawed? ”

“What if I told you, I’d rather get back to work,” Sas answered. She still had people waiting on her, but she was going to be more careful about her words.

If she were being honest with herself, and she was very worried that she couldn’t be in that moment, something about his tone sounded familiar. He was asking her for help, but she wasn’t sure what exactly he needed help doing. He said her perception was flawed. She could only assume that things weren’t quite what she was expecting them to be. He hadn’t killed her yet so that at least was a good start. There was more to it though.

Sas turned away from his gaze. Hanging on the wall next to another painting of the Naboo countryside, was something that looked like some kind of schematic. The longer she looked the more the halls looked like tunnels twisting and knotting underground. She blinked and it hit her. It was the layout for a Geonocian factory.

Abusivus’ offer reminded her of the one Count Dooku made him nearly ten years ago when they had been captured on Geonosis. Dooku had told the truth then. Maybe Abusivus was telling the truth too. Maybe he hadn’t really fallen.

She looked back to the Grand Admiral. The corners of his lips pulled upward ever so slightly.

Perhaps Abusivus planted that thought in her head. There was only one thing to do; be smarter than Obi-Wan had been when faced with this same choice.

“I want the clean slate, pay raise, no questions asked, and I’ll do whatever you need me to,” Sas answered at last.

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arrthurpendragon · 11 months

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So that you get to play, too! Share 10 facts about Cori'iana (or an oc of your choice lol)

Cori'iana has a grey cat named Meellen - his inspiration is my kitty Merlin!

Cori'iana's parents were assassinated in the first month of her reign.

Sanandrassa women have a tradition of having i'i in their name. (Definitely not saying you should go look at my cast list because of this lol)

She is force sensitive.

She does not trust Palpatine - not because she suspects he's Sith, but because her grandmother trusts him.

During the first year of her reign, Cori'iana was on the run with Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon because an assassin was after her.

Cori'iana does not trust her grandmother, but because they're family she puts up with her.

It was her grandmother's idea that Cori'iana run for queen in the first place - and it was after she lost her parents she realized how manipulative her grandmother was.

Cori'iana didn't have much of a relationship with her grandmother until she paid for Cori'iana to go to school.

Once Cori'iana trusts someone, her mischievous side comes out.

#oc: cori'iana sanandrassa #fic: safe & sound #fd: star wars #obi wan kenobi x oc

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obi-wansorrow · 11 months

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There is a fic called Star Wars: The Golden Saber by darkmagess on ao3.

Here is the thing about this fic.... it's earth shattering. It is paradigm shifting. It feels like one of the Star Wars novels you'd buy at the bookstore.

The characterization of Obi-Wan Kenobi is sublime. The world building challenges George Lucas on his best day. The OC makes me cry. I think of this fic at least once a week, and I read it over a year ago.

It explains the Jedi order better than the movies do. It takes you on journeys that build towards the canon story.

Everyone should read it.

Edit: Their tumblr is @magess!

Please let me know if the link does not work.

#obi wam kenobi #obi wan kenobi x oc #ao3 fanfic #darkmagess #this fic will make you cry #it is perfect #dark #mace windu is not a great guy in this fic #none of the order is actually #jedi order is a religion #please read this fic #it deserves so much love

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cinnamon-galaxies · 5 months

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Dernière Danse

Pairings: Obi-Wan x (opera singer) reader

Warnings/Tags: song fic, romance, affection, deep conversation, both characters kiss

Summary: You are an opera singer and Obi-Wan accompanies you to your home planet to protect you from the bounty hunters pursuing you. When you both visit a place that not only brings back beautiful memories in you, but also has a special influence on you, you both find yourself captured in an enchanting melancholy that feeds the secret affection you hold for each other. In the embrace of the atmosphere, you do what you cherish the most: sing a beautiful song, that unexpectedly leads to a fervent waltz.

Song: "Dernière Danse" by Indila https://youtu.be/sCNbRElkSw8?si=92fJyU9U7k13UrMO

Words: 1.9k

A/n: It took me so long to finish the story and I will probably start a series with short stories about the romance between Obi-Wan and the opera singer.

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The soft glow of the moon bathed the ancient ruins, perched on a hidden cliff, in a silver radiance. Abandoned for millennia, this sacred place had been a sanctuary since your earliest memories. The magic of the ruins revealed itself most profoundly under the cloak of the night, an enchanted aura that drew you in like a long-lost friend. Although your visits had become infrequent since relocating to Coruscant, each return to your family home beckoned you to this hallowed ground.

The weathered murals that adorned the ruins told tales of dramas and ancient fairy tales, capturing your imagination since childhood. Tonight, however, your solitude was interrupted. Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi and a dear friend, accompanied you on this nocturnal pilgrimage. Duty bound him to protect you from the bounty hunters that pursued you, yet it was your idea to share this special place, a testament to the bond you shared.

Your voice, filled with a hint of melancholy, carried the weight of memories as you spoke to Obi-Wan. "As a child, my mother and I spent countless hours here. She told me stories of the ancient civilization that once thrived in these ruins." A fond smile graced your lips, and Obi-Wan observed the light in your eyes with keen interest. The beauty and tranquility of this place seemed to touch a chord within him.

"The Vaarhi, that's what they were called, right?" Obi-Wan recalled, his hand exploring the weathered surface of a stone brick as you nodded in agreement.

"Yes, they are my ancestors."

"Really?" Obi-Wan settled onto a worn brick, his touch absorbing the essence of the aged stone. "The spiritual legacy of the Vaarhi is evident in you."

You chuckled softly, remembering how Obi-Wan had remarked on your spiritual aura when you first met him after a performance. Closing your eyes, you inhaled the night air, momentarily lost in shared memories. In that quiet moment, your mind wandered to the unexpected connection that had grown between you and Obi-Wan. Fate seemed to intertwine your paths at every turn, leading you to a profound understanding. The camaraderie, the shared ideals, and the uncanny similarities in your personalities forged a bond that transcended duty. Despite your growing affection for him, a bitter-sweet realization hung in the air—the Jedi Code forbade the reciprocation of such feelings. But all of your encounters were not mere coincidence, but forget a connection that runs deeper than duty demands. It felt like fate and fate had a curious way of guiding, even when least expected.

The nocturnal symphony of the ruins seemed to echo the complexity of your emotions. The forbidden affections tugged at your heart, yet the night held a quiet reassurance that, for now, you could revel in the shared warmth of the ruins and the profound connection that had woven itself into the fabric of your intertwined destinies.

Your eyes fluttered open, determined to cast aside the intrusive thought that threatened to permeate your mind. Instead, you immersed yourself in the delicate perfume of countless flowers wafting through the air. A symphony of joyful colors and tender emotions enveloped you. "Indeed, Master Kenobi, spirituality courses through my veins. Historical tales, superstitions, and fairy tales evoke a melancholy that eludes verbal expression. It's this connection that allows me to empathize so deeply with my roles in the opera," you explained, turning to face him. His gentle gaze lingered on your silhouette, absorbing the details of your face and the flowing dress that cascaded around your legs like a waterfall.

As your melancholy brushed against him, his aura softened, and you studied his countenance with keen interest. Something stirred in his eyes, and your heart quickened. In the night's gentle illumination, his irises mirrored the bluish hues of the flowers adorning the ruins. A flutter danced in your stomach, prompting you to turn away, wary of revealing too much about yourself and the burgeoning feelings for him. The awareness that he could sense your emotional state added an extra layer of complexity.

With purposeful steps, you reached the cliff's edge. Crooked trees, aged companions of the ruins, lined the slope, guardians of the former temple complex that loomed above the evergreen grassland. In the absence of urban lights, a tapestry of stars unfolded in myriad colors, a celestial display unparalleled in many corners of the planet.

"This place is where my passion for singing was kindled," you shared, turning back to Obi-Wan, who remained a silent observer. A tingling sensation traversed your body, and once again, your stomach fluttered. These were the moments that hinted at a connection beyond what he was willing to acknowledge. The stolen glances, the lingering stares—could he truly believe you were oblivious?

"I can imagine this place has been a wellspring of inspiration for you," Obi-Wan replied, briefly diverting his gaze to the surroundings. "It's a rare beauty, unlike many places I've visited."

"It's profoundly special to me. A haven of tranquility, seldom frequented by others. Being here grounds me and brings me closer to my roots," you explained, moving away from the cliff to settle on a stone opposite Obi-Wan. His eyes followed your every movement. Yes, it was a sanctuary for you, and that's precisely why you had brought him here.

You drew in another deep breath, and began to sing, the haunting melody weaving through the quiet night. The song, a familiar refrain that echoed through these ancient ruins ever before, held lyrics filled with sadness and heartbreak—but at the same time, was equally beautiful.

"Ô ma douce souffrance. Pourquoi s'acharner? Tu r'commences. Je n'suis qu'un être sans importance. Sans lui, je suis un peu paro. Je déambule seule dans l'métro."

Obi-Wan, captivated by the ethereal sound, held his breath as your voice painted the air. It was a sound he had heard many times before, yet each rendition enthralled him anew. Your voice, incomparably beautiful, possessed an unforgettable and haunting quality that silenced his thoughts like a siren's song. Unable to tear his gaze away, he found himself entirely entranced.

"Une dernière danse. Pour oublier ma peine immense. Je veux m'enfuir que tout r'commence. Ô ma douce souffrance."

The lyrics, tinged with emotions that reached deep within, were a poignant declaration of your romantic feelings for Obi-Wan. While you had sung for him before, subliminally during an opera performance, this time was different. It was an intimate moment meant solely for him, and the weight of it hung in the air.

You shifted your gaze, peering beyond the ancient trees to the horizon where the sea of stars unfolded. As the refrain left your lips, your voice reached its zenith, yet still withholding a fraction of its full potential.

"J'remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit. Je danse avec le vent, la pluie. Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel. Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse."

Enchanted by the spellbinding melody, Obi-Wan gracefully rose from his seat and approached you. A gentle smile adorned his face as he extended his hand, seamlessly intertwining with yours. In a fluid motion, he drew you to your feet, one hand securely holding yours, while the other rested on your waist, eliciting a delightful shiver of excitement.

"Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur. Est-ce mon tour? Revient la douleur. Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne. Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole."

Obi-Wan's eyes locked onto yours, and with the onset of the next verse, he initiated a dance, pulling you into a surprising rhythm. You followed his lead, visibly taken aback; it was the first time witnessing his dance, a revelation that defied your expectations. You never imagined he would, let alone possess the skill you were now witnessing.

"Que d’espérance. Sur ce chemin en ton absence. J'ai beau trimer, sans toi ma vie n'est qu'un décor qui brille, vide de sens."

Lost in the depths of each other's eyes, you both shared a profound gaze. As if ensnared by an unseen force, you found it impossible to look away, losing yourself in the infinite galaxies reflected in his gaze. The gentle and loving smile on Obi-Wan's lips conveyed a message that transcended mere friendship, echoing the depth of emotions that unfolded in the dance of the night.

With each note of the ensuing chorus, your steps took on a newfound extravagance. Across the ancient stones, you and the Jedi glided seamlessly, your voice ascending to meet the night's gentle breeze. The moonlit waltz evolved into a dance of emotions, a symphony of harmonious steps, weaving an unspoken narrative as the hem of your long dress swirled through the air, lightly brushing against both your and Obi-Wan's legs.

"J'remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit. Je danse avec le vent, la pluie. Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel. Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse. Et dans le noise, je cours et j'ai peur. Est-ce mon tour? Revient la douleur. Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne. Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole."

In an instant, Obi-Wan cast aside all pretenses. Locking his gaze onto your beautiful visage, he guided you into a graceful spin, disregarding everything—reality, his duties, and the Jedi code. All he desired was to be near you and savor the present moment. It wasn't just your enchanting voice; it was the fervor in your dance that wholly captivated him.

As the third verse echoed in the night, you began to toy with your voice, releasing notes that resonated heavenly, traversing the ruins, the cliff, and far beyond. Gathering all your emotions and the love you harbored for Obi-Wan, you expressed them through your high, soaring tones. It was an unmistakable message, one reflected in his eyes. He comprehended every nuance of your expression, the declaration of love entwined with the ache simmering within you, intensified by the realization that your love was forbidden in this world.

"Dans sette douce souffrance. Dont j'ai payé toutes les offenses. Écoute comme mon cœur is immense. Je suis une enfant du monde."

As your message resonated with Obi-Wan, his grasp on your hand and hips tightened, his gaze conveying a myriad of emotions. It spoke volumes about your significance to him, the emotions you stirred within him, and the profound desires hidden beneath the surface.

With the final rendition of the chorus, you infused the last ounce of emotion and power into your voice. Your wide eyes locked onto Obi-Wan as he gracefully twirled you through one pirouette after another.

"J'remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit. Je danse avec le vent, la pluie. Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel. Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse. Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur. Est-ce mon tour? Revient la douleur. Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne. Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole."

With the final note resonating in the air, Obi-Wan orchestrated a concluding twirl. Your dress cascaded like a radiant veil, exuding an elegance surpassing that of a billion moons and stars. In the midst of the dance, you felt the sense of freedom coursing through your limbs, all while under the careful watch of the Jedi. There was also a sense of relief, because of the secret you have now unveiled.

As the momentum waned, Obi-Wan guided you back with deliberate ease. In one seamless motion, he drew you closer, releasing his hand from your hip. At the last syllable escaping your lips, his now-free hand cradled the back of your head, initiating a kiss.

Without hesitation, you leaned into the tender yet passionate exchange. A cosmic explosion of sensations surged within you as the long-awaited dream became true. Your hands traced over his tunica, threading through his hair, drawing him nearer. In that moment, all you yearned for was the eternity of this embrace.

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Mercy Chapter 9: Acclimate

Rating: Explicit 18+

MDNI

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Chapter warnings: p in v sex, discussion of breeding kink, a ton of fluff. Let me know if you notice anything else that should be tagged. Next chapter will begin Attack of the Clones Arc! I will not be rewriting the movie, but rather, skipping through important scenes where Mercy's presence makes a difference.

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Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

Chapter Nine: Acclimate

“Master Windu, I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time.” You request as you approach the Jedi Master, hands carefully folded behind your back. He nods, gesturing for you to go ahead of him into the meditation chambers, then taking a seat on one of the cushions.

“What can I help you with?” Master Windu asks, and you hesitate, sitting across from him and crossing your legs.

“Well, I had a question. Something peculiar happened while I was stranded on the moon.” You admit, and he nods, serene even in his curiosity.

“So you seek my guidance as an Alpha, not a Jedi.” He clarifies, and you shrug your shoulders, unsure.

“As an Alpha, but also as a wise Jedi who may have heard stories. I wanted to inquire with you before I troubled Master Yoda with it, as I know he’s been very busy with the younglings.” You explain, and Mace gives a thoughtful nod, gesturing for you to go ahead.

“Then I will do my best to assist you. What happened while you were stranded that has made you so unsure?” He asks, and you project an image towards him of the stance you’d assumed while fighting off the creature that attacked you.

“In the midst of my rut, we were attacked by a creature. I didn’t want to kill it, so I didn’t use my lightsaber. I fought it hand-to-hand, however something guided me into this stance that I’ve never seen another warrior use. Do you recognize it?” You look up at Mace Windu hopefully, watching with unease as he strokes his chin.

“Curious. I believe that Master Lasra discussed this sort of technique after he visited Haelstruum to resettle the Haela slaves he rescued on one of his missions. Perhaps if you were to look at his old writings in the Archive, you will find something about it?” Master Windu offers, “Haela don’t use lightsabers, even those that are force sensitive. Master Lasra indicated that they had a unique hand-to-hand combat style that was… I believe he used the word ‘innate’. He studied it while he was there, and found it came to him so easily it was as if he’d used it his whole life. I don’t remember much else, unfortunately.”

You nod, getting up from the cushion and bowing to him, “Thank you, Master Windu. I appreciate you giving me your time.”

He nods, then closes his eyes and assumes a sitting position more conducive to meditation while you head for the door. You’re tempted by the archives, but you’ve already read all of Master Lasra’s work when you were young at Master Dooku’s instruction, and you don’t remember mention of this fighting style. Instead, you head back to your chambers to collect the datapad that Sav had left for you, hoping you simply missed some clue.

As you peruse the familiar contents of the datapad, you notice an icon on the screen that previously wasn’t there, and you open it to find what appears to be a memoir. You’re instantly engrossed, and you find yourself barely even noticing when the door slides open. Heavy footsteps quickly approach you, and you only just look up in time to whip your tail out of the way as Anakin slams down onto the sofa beside you, nearly on top of you, his shoulder colliding with yours in the unthinking way of a teenager. He drops his pointy chin onto your shoulder, digging it in as he scoots closer to look at the datapad with you.

”Whatcha looking at, Merce?” Anakin asks, and you put your arm around him just to stop his chin from digging into you so viciously. He leans into your side, knocking you in the ribs with his elbow once or twice while he tries to get comfortable, and you roll your eyes, sighing with parental exhaustion as you wait for him to stop wiggling.

”One of the old Haelan Masters left me some things when he died when I was a youngling. On this datapad, he wrote notes about different lightsaber forms for Haela, and I found his memoir. I’m trying to find information he may have left me regarding a form of Haelan hand-to-hand combat.” You explain, and Anakin makes an interested hum as he peers at the datapad.

”Will you teach me when you figure it out?” He asks, and you snort, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

”I don’t know if you’ve got the tail for it, Sprout, but we’ll give it a shot.” You reply as he nestles into you and stretches out across the settee, “Have you grown more? You barely fit on here with me anymore.”

Anakin laughs, nearly head butting you as he sits up, throws his cloak off onto the floor at your feet, and drops his head in your lap, “Master says I must have grown because my pants are too short again. He told me today that I look ‘unseemly’. I think he’s just mad because I put my elbow on his shoulder and leaned on him.”

It’s almost as if Anakin has summoned him with his insolence alone. The door opens with a shlik sound, and Obi-Wan walks in, eying you both on the couch with a fond and knowing smile.

”I went to the tailor and got you new clothes that you’ll be able to grow into since you’ve decided to emulate a weed.” Obi-Wan says with his characteristic sass, and Anakin grins at him, not-so-subtly using the Force to pull your hand onto his head. You obediently start running your fingers through his short hair, looking up from your datapad properly at your mate and offering him a small smile as he approaches. Obi-Wan examines the lanky length of Anakin across the couch for somewhere to sneak in, and you can see the moue forming as he realizes that he won’t be able to sit next to you. Anakin grins deviously against your leg, giving a series of happy chuffs as he nuzzles dramatically against you. You meet Obi-Wan’s gaze and give an apologetic shrug.

He’s trying to rile you up on purpose, love.

It’s working. He’s been difficult all day. I wanted to come home and relax with you.

Oh, sweetling, we’ll have plenty of time for that. Besides, you know the best way to get Anakin to clear out.

You both share a mischievous grin, and you put your datapad aside, pulling Anakin up from your lap into your arms. “I’ve missed you so much today, Sprout. Why don’t you tell me all about your day? What did you and your Master get up to?”

Anakin cringes, tanned cheeks stained peach as Obi-Wan joins you both. He pulls Anakin’s legs into his lap, patting the boy’s knee encouragingly.

“Anakin was virtually flawless in his lightsaber training today. We went through Soresu, and he made great improvements. I’m so very proud of him.” Obi-Wan praises, and Anakin’s flush darkens, looking both tormented and thrilled. You chuff at him approvingly, feeling the happiness and embarrassment in his Force signature flare as you give him a squeeze. Anakin has always craved the approval of his authority figures, especially yourself and Obi-Wan. You’re always careful to dole out praise to the boy, and have encouraged Obi-Wan to be more generous with his praise as well, and you’ve seen more stability in Anakin since his Master started listening. However, he’s also going through his teenage phase of being embarrassed by the existence of his parental figures, let alone when they show him love.

“Well, I suppose you’ll just have to flirt with the cafeteria workers to get him an extra dessert then.” You muse, and Obi-Wan scoffs, pink rising in his cheeks.

“I don’t flirt.” He protests, and Anakin laughs, joining in on the ribbing now that he’s no longer the target. Especially with such an easy statement to refute. Everyone knows that Obi-Wan is a charming man, and that he wields that charm as deftly as his lightsaber. The Negotiator, indeed.

“Yes you do, Master. You even flirted your way out of the Halls of Healing after our last mission.” Anakin tattles, and you gasp dramatically, giving Obi-Wan a faux-scolding look.

“You told me they let you out because I was home to take care of you.” You chide, and he rolls his eyes, pinching your side.

“You knew I was fibbing. You told me so yourself.” Your Omega reminds you, and you snicker, giving Anakin a squeeze that gets him laughing alongside you.

I thought we were ganging up on our son, not on me.

God, you love that he’s started calling Anakin his son, even if he doesn’t do it in front of the boy. You love that he’s both yours and Obi-Wan’s. It’s been two weeks since you got back from being stranded, and yet things have only gotten better and easier between the three of you. Thank god for the soundproofing of the bedrooms, or Anakin might not have been so happy to have you all living together.

But teasing you is so fun, my sweet Omega. You get that adorable indignant pout, and demand I make it up to you. And maybe I’d like to make it up to you tonight.

… Our son is home tonight. We won’t be able to take our time.

Is he?

“Sprout, your Grandmaster is going on a short excursion to Alderaan tonight. He has mentioned wanting to spend some time with you. Would you like to go with him?” you ask, and Anakin lights up, turning his hopeful gaze to Obi-Wan. His Master pretends to think about it, stroking his chin, then gives Anakin a playfully stern look.

“You’ll have to be on your best behaviour for your Grandmaster. He can’t keep up with you as well as I can, and you’ll have to be mindful of his injury. And I want you to write about your experiences, and the things you learn while you’re on your trip, whether about Alderaan or from your Grandmaster in general.” Obi-Wan warns, and Anakin nods eagerly. You gesture to his robe on the floor, and he grabs it quickly, bundling it up in his arms.

“You can’t leave your things laying around with your Grandmaster, else the poor man might trip. Go get packed. I’ll comm him and let him know you’re coming.” You instruct him, and Anakin races off towards his room, leaping over the table with graceful ease. Once he’s around the corner, Obi-Wan slides closer on the settee, and your tail wraps instinctively around his waist, drawing a grin to his face. He grasps your chin, pulling you into a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth and desire while he presses you back into the arm of the sofa. You gasp into his mouth, then melt into a happy sigh, pulling him closer to you. You don’t indulge for long, but leave a trail of kisses across his jaw.

“I got you a present.” You inform him, nuzzling against his scent gland. He lets out a soft hum that rumbles into a purr, pulling you up into his lap. His warmth seeps into your thighs, and you splay your hands across his chest.

“What’s the occasion?” Obi-Wan asks, brow raised skeptically despite the pleased smile tugging at his lips.

“Do I need an occasion to spoil my Omega?” You ask, and his purring grows louder, drawing a groan from Anakin’s room. Apparently he’d left his door open.

“Whatever you guys are doing, can’t it wait until I leave?” He calls, and you laugh, sliding off of Obi-Wan’s lap despite his grasping hands.

“Sorry Sprout!” You call out to him, activating your wrist comm and calling Qui-Gon Jinn’s comm code. He answers swiftly, and you hear the happiness in his voice when you confirm that Anakin will be coming with him on his trip, though he does his best to mask it under some degree of Jedi professionalism. He lets you know that he’ll be by shortly to pick up the young Padawan, and you say your goodbyes, all while Obi-Wan watches you with a fond smile.

“What?” You ask when you’ve hung up, and he shrugs, standing with you and circling his arms around your waist.

“I am just admiring the way my life has turned out.” he replies, and you can’t help but smile.

“Yeah, we did good, didn’t we?”

Later, after Anakin has left and you’ve both gone down to the refectory for dinner, you return to your chambers with a certain eagerness to your steps. You open the door to your bedroom and smile at the sight of your bed, nestled into the corner of the room and piled high with blankets and pillows in a way that only really makes sense to Obi-Wan. He’s had to make due with the starchy, rough fabrics traditional of a Jedi, along with the one nicer blanket you’d had since you were younger as a gift from your old Master Dooku. You know he craves the softer, finer fabrics more traditional of an Omega’s nest, though he makes excuses often that Jedi aren’t meant to have so many personal belongings, and that he’s fine with what he has. Fortunately, you’ve always been good at listening to the truth beneath his words.

You open the sliding door to the closet and pull out a startlingly large bag full of several blankets of different thickness, material, and shades of blue. Obi-Wan starts to purr as soon as he sees it, watching with predator-like intensity as you carry it towards his nest. Your tail wags behind you with how happy you are to have pleased him.

“I got you lots of different options. There are pillowcases as well. Let me know which ones you like best, and I’ll get more of those. I didn’t know which colours you might want, but I know you like blue, so they’re mostly shades of blue or teal. If you’d like other colours, I can get them. I made very good friends with the woman who owns the fabric store on the higher levels, though I don’t know whether it was my natural charm or my deep pockets that endeared me to her most.” You explain, and Obi-Wan’s purring only grows louder as he takes the bag and begins pulling blankets out to look at them, rubbing them between his fingers. Stepping up behind him, you dip your head to rub your chin against his scent gland the moment he exposes it, your arms circling around his waist.

“You’re too kind, darling. This is…” Obi-Wan trails off as he touches a dark teal blanket made of a fabric soft as silk, and you feel him stiffen in your arms, his signature bright with excitement.

“Exactly what you deserve, love. Give me whatever you want scented. You go ahead and take your nest apart, fix it up how you want it. We can give something to Anakin to scent when he gets back. Please tell me what fabrics you like best, and what colours you want.” You tell him, knowing if you give him leeway, he’ll try to act like he doesn’t want anything more. If you make it a request, he’s more likely to acquiesce. Obi-Wan hums his agreement, already pulling his old nest apart, putting his favourite pieces aside to reincorporate while discarding the others carelessly to the floor. Laughing at his antics, you pick up the discarded pieces, carrying them to the laundry closet once you’re sure he’s gotten rid of everything he doesn’t want.

First, your Omega replaces the discarded pillowcases, then carefully climbs onto the mattress to ruffle each pillow into place against the walls to outline the nest. You help him anchor the pillows on the wall-less edges of the nest, chuffing when he approves of your placement. With a dainty sniff, Obi-Wan tucks a soft, waterproof sheet around the mattress to protect it, and to keep the pillows outlining his nest in place. You catch a peek at his cheeks and ears, sweetly flushed pink knowing the waterproof nature of the sheet is mostly needed because of his slick. Once the base of the nest is made, you watch with keen interest as your sweet Omega fusses with the blankets to decide what goes on the bottom, still a little unsure. This is only his fourth time building a nest, and his third time building one from the ground up. He’s finding his preferences with every new build, and you’re learning along with him what he likes. You had one last gift, but you would give it to him once he was finished, like the icing on top of the cake.

Obi-Wan chooses a thicker but less soft blanket to go over the fitted sheet, and he tucks it into place, then pulls a creme blanket from his old nest materials, using it to cover your half of the thicker blanket. A cornflower blue, silky blanket goes on his side. Blanket after blanket, you watch as your Omega carefully builds his nest, something innate driving him. Obi-Wan fusses two pillows into place against the wall where your head goes, and you notice with some amusement that he chose the softer pillowcase for himself. How cute.

“I can feel you laughing at me.” He reminds you, and you grin, giving him a not-so-subtle pat on the ass that has him blushing and stuttering. You give him a gentle squeeze just to watch him fluster.

“I just like watching you make your nest, sweetheart. You’re so cute. And you do such a good job making it soft and cozy for us.” You praise, gripping his hips tightly just so you can feel him shiver with pleasure, “I’m not laughing at you - not really.”

Obi-Wan huffs, feigning annoyance while he shuffles your old blanket into place around his edge of the nest, then using his old blanket to line your side. The nest is topped with a large, soft blanket of a medium blue the same colour as Obi-Wan’s eyes, and you smile proudly as you survey the nest.

“Are you happy?” You ask him, and he fusses the edge of a blanket, considering. He doesn’t look completely satisfied, something missing from his creation, but you know he’s reluctant to complain.

“It’ll do.” he murmurs, then offers you a guilty look, “I’d like some more colours, if you don’t mind.”

You snort to show he hasn’t offended you, pressing a kiss to his pouting lips, “I’ll give you anything you want, sweetheart, don’t look so upset. I’ve got one more present to top it off, if that will make you happy?”

Obi-Wan truly tries to look like he isn’t excited by the prospect of another gift, but you see right through him. He’s had so little his entire life, always subsisting off the little offered by the Jedi Temple in the name of the Jedi’s monastic lifestyle. As if owning things would make you less charitable. Perhaps for some, it would, but you’d never had that problem. You’ve been slowly, delicately encouraging Obi-Wan to want, whether it be affection, attention, gifts or simply you. Luckily for him, you’ve found a gift you know he’ll love. It takes a moment to pull the bag out of the closet, and you gesture for him to leave the room.

“Do you trust me to set it up?” you ask, and he nods, slipping out the door of the bedroom with a bit of a spring in his step, and then closing it behind him. You’re not exactly the handiest person in the world, but the shopkeeper promised the set up was simple, so you take each part of your gift out of the bag and begin to follow the holovid instructions displayed on the holoprojector you keep on your night table. By the time you’re finished, you can’t help but beam, proud of your achievement. Hanging from the ceiling is a series of rings upon which navy fabric is draped, creating a canopy around the bed. Inside, you’ve carefully strung a circular holoprojector based off those in the map rooms to display countless systems across the interior of the canopy. Stewjon, Haelstruum and Coruscant are among them.

Come see, love.

The door opens swiftly, and Obi-Wan’s answering gasp could fuel your happiness for a decade. He grasps at your arm, and your tail circles his wrist, sharing his excitement as he stares in awe. You laugh as your Omega shoves you into the nest, crawling in with you and closing the canopy around you both. He purrs, the soft vibrations rumbling through your chest as he holds you close while he observes his gift. Through your bond, you feel a spike of desire, though it isn’t accompanied by his usual embarrassment this time. You don’t fight as Obi-Wan begins undoing your belt, his pupils blown as he lays beneath you.

“I want-” he pauses, and you tilt your head encouragingly, stopping his hands, “I want you to fuck me.”

Good boy, baby. I’ll give you anything you want.

It takes nearly no time at all to peel the robes from your Omega despite his attempts to get yours off first. You run your fingers through his chest hair, looming over him so that you can press kisses to the well-healed bite mark you’ve left on his mating gland. He uses the opportunity to open your robes and push them off your shoulders, tossing your tabards to the floor shortly after. Kissing your way down his chest, you pause to gently swirl your tongue around his nipples, stoking the fire inside of him.

“I want you to ride me, Alpha. Want you to take what's yours.” Obi-Wan moans, and you smile against his skin, proud of him.

“Do you want me to touch you first, or do you need it so badly you can’t wait? I know it’s been a while. I’ve only been able to take you twice since we got back. My poor, sweet Omega was too sensitive for that first week after his heat, wasn’t he?” You coo teasingly, and he gasps, reaching for you to pull you up into a kiss.

“You were sensitive too.” He accuses between kisses, and you grin cheekily against his lips.

“Mm, I was. My Omega is perfect for me, nice and thick, making me feel so full.” You distract him with praise, and you feel through the bond that he knows exactly what you’re doing even as he preens under your attention. Your lips find the spot just below his beard where his pulse thrums, kissing at first before giving him a gentle bite.

“You took care of me in between, though.” He reminds you, and your answering smile is all predatory pride, “You let me fuck your sweet mouth before I went on that day mission with Anakin to the lower levels. And you touched me in the shower before my council meeting. I’ve barely had the chance to look after you properly. Even the two times you had the chance to take me were too quick.”

Stars, you love when he says anything naughty.

“What do you want, then, my little love? I’ll give you anything you ask for.” You promise, and Obi-Wan’s eyes flutter shut, lips parting around an eager moan. You close your hand around his weeping cock, thumb tracing over the head to collect the slick precum dripping from him to ease the glide as you begin to stroke him. He shudders, clinging to you while he struggles to get the words out of his mouth. Eventually, he gives up.

I want you to take your pleasure from me. Ride me. I want to come inside of you, and then I want to lick it out.

You’re such a good, generous boy, aren’t you, baby?

Through the bond, you feel your Omega’s pleasure knowing he’s going to get exactly what he wants. You straddle him with ease, using your grip on him to line him up, then letting gravity take over. You’re wet enough that it’s a relatively easy glide, though you still feel right on the border of too full. As you begin to move, you gasp as Obi-Wan adjusts beneath you, planting his feet into the mattress and using his grip on your hips to guide you as he begins to thrust up. Shaky moans tumble from your lips as you squeeze Obi-Wan’s pecs and hold on for the ride, head falling forwards as you try to collect yourself. He sets a rather brutal pace, knowing how desperate the both of you are. Each thrust drives into you to the hilt, bumping gently against the deepest parts of you as you struggle for some semblance of control. Your Omega gives you little. He guides your hips to meet his thrusts, and he moves one hand slightly inward across your pelvis so he can rub his thumb against your aching clit.

“Obi-Wan… Obi-Wan, Stars, you’re so good. So good for me, baby. Love you. You’re so strong, s’like I don’t weigh a thing. Not even breaking a sweat.” Each word falls from your lips unfiltered, pure stream of consciousness, and you can feel the sparks of pleasure catching and burning inside of your Omega in response. He loves being able to do this to you. You can feel how much he adores that he can drive you to this point so easily. That you trust him enough to let him.

“Come for me, Alpha. Need you to come for me, so I can fill you up. Need to get it in deep so you can feel me inside of you for the rest of the night.” Obi-Wan groans as you clench around him, and he starts to lose a bit of his depth for speed, each thrust making a wet slap as his thighs collide with the meat of your ass. His thumb moves faster, and you gasp for breath, digging your nails into his chest as you feel the overwhelming rush of pleasure crashing through you. You come with a shout, and Obi-Wan joins you only a couple of thrusts later, then rolls you both over in one easy movement despite his trembling. He wedges his pillow under your hips, then lets himself rest in your arms for a few moments while you both catch your breath, letting you press soft kisses across his face.

“Obi-Wan, sweetheart, you know we’re eventually going to need to talk about your… interest in breeding me, right?” You whisper, and he flushes, burying his face in your neck.

“Oh, I’d really rather not.”

You laugh, full of affection as you pet his hair, and he shifts his hips back enough that his softening cock slips free of you. He cuddles closer as he begins to catch his breath.

“I know, love. I’m not against it, you know? But I do want to know if it’s something you actually want for your future, or if it’s just something that gives you gratification. Does it turn you on to think of breeding me, or do you want children?” You ask, and Obi-Wan groans, but you can feel him thinking about it through your bond.

“Is yes an appropriate answer?” He asks, and you smile as you kiss his temple.

“Both, then?” He nods, and you run your fingertips along the edge of his red ears, “Well, I believe we’re on the same page then, sweetheart.”

Obi-Wan hums happily at that, a purr rumbling in his chest as he begins to sit up, “You can keep interrogating me after I finish with you. I believe I promised to clean you up.”

You grin, relaxing back into his nest, “Well, you’ll never hear me complain about that.”

Promises, Alpha.

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As It Was - Obi-Wan Kenobi (Part 1)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Gender Neutral Original Character

Read on AO3

Word Count: 10.5k

Warnings: cursing, canon typical violence

Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi and Cecil Palmarin have known each other since childhood. and for as long as they can remember they've been pushing down the feelings of affection that always seem to be present between them. But war changes people. And war changes perceptions on what risks you're willing to take.

Gender Neutral Original Character written from their POV. No y/n. Minor allusions to OC presenting as/being socialized as fem. But mostly just their POV.

Asexual Spectrum OC and Obi-Wan

Begins in the Clone Wars, ends in A New Hope

Part 1 (Chapters 1-7)

CH. 1 - Home

Back-to-back with Obi-Wan while reflecting blaster shots had begun to feel like a familiar task, something I did as easy as lacing up my boots rather than a fight for my life.

Perhaps it’s an exaggeration to say that we were fighting for our lives; this Separatist base was ill-prepared to deter the attack of two Jedi and a host of Republic forces and were all but holding the door open for us. The only reason Obi-wan and I were here was to assure that the intel we were seeking was delivered into the hands of the Jedi Council as quickly as possible. Frankly, we were unneeded.

And I wished they had let us stay behind because the falling snow was already piling halfway up my shins and the temperature was steadily dropping as we ventured closer to the base’s main entrance. My hair had broken loose of its tie and was blowing wildly around my face being anything but helpful in deflecting blaster fire. I cursed myself for not making time to do up the braids again before this mission.

The snow fell slowly, a thick blanket muffling the sounds of battle and making everything glow eerily under the blaze of our lightsabers. Finally the blaster fire slowed and I could see our forces setting charges on the main doors. I lowered my saber, letting it fall to my side and click off, breathing hard. Obi-Wan did the same, pushing the long hair I had been begging him to let me trim out of his face.

“Something is wrong,” Obi-Wan said suddenly, his body going rigid as he jumped back into a defensive stance.

I reached out and could feel it too, a sudden shift in the Force, a dark presence that had been slyly concealing itself. At the same moment, the charges set on the base’s doors went off, spraying debris and clouding the air. Blaster fire emitted from the now gaping hole and as our own forces returned fire a red saber lit up within the smoke.

“Ventress,” I said definitely. It was rumored she was in this system but no one had thought she would be on this planet, let alone this little outpost.

“Unfortunately,” Obi-Wan muttered, “this just got a whole lot more complicated.”

“You don’t say?” I said, rolling my eyes before refocusing on where Ventress’s slim figure was emerging from the cloud of debris.

Even from afar, I could see Ventress was pink in the face and feel her aversion to this god-forsaken ice planet. Nobody wanted to be here, least of all the foreboding periwinkle woman. On that subject I agreed with her; this was far too cold a place to call inhabitable.

“Cecil-” Obi-wan started, his tone annoyed.

“Don’t ‘Cecil’ me, Obi-Wan,” I said badly impersonating him, my own accent fading poorly when I tried to conceal it, “I am not Anakin. Or Ahsoka. You can’t scold me for sassing you. How many times must I remind you of that?”

“You are insufferable,” Obi-Wan said, humor creeping into his voice and he spared a glance at me, eyes crinkling.

Ventress had spotted us almost immediately and I could feel her anger growing. I had crossed her path only once before and that occasion had resulted in the death of far too many clones and a saber burn across my forearms. But today, she was mad.

She met us with smashing hacks, lightsaber crackling as anger rolled off her in waves, seething in a way that seemed to surprise even Obi-Wan. But he recovered quickly, easily retaliating against her attacks, the two of us soon gaining the upper hand.

I had the feeling that the entire compound had stopped to watch; two Jedi carefully navigating an enraged Sith, all three stumbling through the growing snow drifts. The more we gained control the madder she became, her attacks sloppy but annoyingly effective. She was moving so fast that even with our combined attack everything was beginning to blur, only our trust in the Force keeping us from falling beneath the scarlet blade. But it was only a matter of time before one of us made a mistake.

The first mistake was Ventress’s - leaving her side unguarded - earning her deep, sizzling mark from Obi-Wan. But the second mistake was mine - assuming that she would recoil instead of attack - a mistake which sent me flying across the compound, the smell of burning flesh accompanying me.

“Cecil!” I heard Obi-Wan’s voice yell, but knew nothing else but a searing pain along my right side.

–

I woke from the memory gasping, sitting up so fast I almost knocked my head on the bunk above me. Ahsoka was staring at me, bent to my level and grasping my hands.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice anxious.

Unconsciously I reached up to where what was left of my ear tingled, tracing the scar of the saber burn down my neck to where it disappeared beneath my tunic. My other hand automatically reached up to feel my other ear, as if it would disappear without my noticing.

“Another nightmare Master Palmarin?”

“Yes,” I said, still unable to fully catch my breath and unwilling to lie to her, “the same one as always. I doubt it will ever go away.”

Her gaze softened, “It’s only been four and a half months. The burn is barely even healed.”

I nodded but did not share her sentiment. A series of long soaks in a bacta tank had healed the wound enough that it did not hinder my movement much and I could hide that half my ear was missing, but the pink scar still stood out against my dark skin, painfully obvious anytime I caught a passing reflection of myself. I wondered if it would ever really fade to something that only I could see instead of being the glaring reminder that I had almost died, Ventress had escaped and that the whole mission had failed because of my mistake.

Ahsoka did not press any further but gave my hands a squeeze as she got up and headed back to the cockpit, “We’re coming in on the rendezvous point. Anakin requested we join them on the planet’s surface instead of boarding their cruiser to transfer the supplies since they’d have to bring it down anyway.”

I nodded and followed her, eternally thanking the gods that Anakin’s Padawan was responsible beyond her years and could be trusted to pilot the cargo ship while her superior had nightmares about things they should not fear.

“I’m not going to lie Master Palmarin,” Ahsoka said without looking at me as she guided the ship onto the landing pad “You don’t look so good. Are you sure you should be doing all this with that wound?”

“I’m sure,” I replied, refusing to dwell on the way I could see that my reflection in the windshield looked tired, my dark complexion lacking its usual glow. Instead, I let a smile form as my gaze caught on two familiar robed figures on the landing pad, the bearded one’s grin visible from afar.

–

“General Palmarin. Commander Tano,” a trooper saluted us as we exited the ship, “Good to see you both again.”

I nodded in return, not recognizing his identification number and did not have time to ask his name before being enveloped in a bone crushing hug. To my own dismay, I did not conceal my flinch in pain well enough and Obi-Wan immediately retracted his grip, holding me at arm’s length looking immensely guilty.

“Cecil I’m so sorry- I keep forgetting-” he started.

“It’s alright. It’s still just a little tender sometimes,” I said, smiling widely at him, feeling giddy to see that ever-present amusement in his expression. He always seemed to be looking at me like we were sharing a personal and deeply hilarious joke, a gaze that never quite left me.

Obi-Wan almost unconsciously reached up to tuck one of my long braids behind my still existent ear but quickly retracted his hand looking embarrassed.

“It’s good to see you,” I smiled, pushing my feeling of joy at him through the Force. He smiled wider this time and wrapped me in another short hug.

Anakin broke in across his former Master’s light grip, his hug less invasive than Obi-Wan’s but genuine never-the-less, “I hope you’re ready to give Snips back because I am getting tired of taking orders from General Serious-Business-Only.”

I chuckled and caught Obi-Wan’s eye as he frowned, only making me laugh harder, “I’m sure General Serious-Business-Only could find some excuse to lighten up.”

Anakin grinned wickedly, the sort of grin that told me he already had something up his sleeve and he just needed someone of authority to egg him on. Sometimes I wondered why he was allowed to have a Padawan.

“The High Council of this planet is hosting a celebration tonight in thanks for you dropping medical supplies and our involvement in keeping their planet ‘Separitist free.’ How about staying for the night instead of leaving now?”

“Anakin-” Obi-Wan started, the signature scolding tone entering his voice.

“Come on Master, it will be FUN,” Anakin continued.

When Obi-Wan did not have an immediate comeback Anakin nodded curtly, bouncing on his toes, “it’s been decided then! We’re staying for the night. Come on Snips, let’s go join the party.”

We watched them go, Obi-Wan frowning with his arms crossed.

“It really won’t hurt to stay the night,” I said, nudging him in the ribs, “Ahsoka hasn’t slept since we left Endor. She deserves a good rest.”

“That goes for you too,” Obi-Wan smiled, “Get some good sleep.”

Before I could respond, Anakin's voice crackled over Obi-Wan’s comm link, “And don’t you two even think of going to bed early. Tonight is for celebration.”

“Anakin-” Obi-Wan started in the same exasperated voice.

“And yes, I promise to get Ahsoka to bed at a reasonable hour. She needs the sleep. But also a little fun in her life. And so do you.”

I laughed at the expression on Obi-Wan’s face, “We’re at war, Anakin.”

“Yes I know Master, that’s why you have to take any opportunity you can get.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes again and this time I couldn’t resist joining him.

–

The four of us were perched on barstools, crammed around a small hightopped table clearly not meant to have four Jedi leaning on it, especially with the way Anakin kept excitedly gesturing. The celebration was in full swing around us, the room a blur of pale blue-skinned natives dancing, eating and conversing as we remained the only stationary point.

“You know,” Anakin started, letting his glass hit the table a little too hard. “I am really a very responsible teacher. I never let Ahsoka do anything I think she can’t handle.”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow like he wanted to protest but didn’t want to offend Ahsoka.

“Except for the time-” Ahsoka started.

“I knew you could handle it-” Anakin interrupted a frown of annoyance forming a crease between his brows.

“Oh? And what was that?” I asked grinning mischievously.

“Nothing.” Anakin and Ahsoka said together.

“See now you have my interest sparked,” I said, already knowing we would not be getting this story out of them anytime soon.

“It was just a little miscommunication, and things got a little…. hairy.”

“I see….” Obi-Wan mumbled, “Probably something I’ll be hearing about later and have to reprimand you for?”

Anakin grinned, briefly catching Ahsoka’s eye, “Yeah, probably.”

I shook my head with amusement, reveling in the dynamic the three shared. I knew them all well individually, but I rarely got to see them all together. They exuded a joy and glow that was rare in the midst of the war, a sense of home that seemed to travel with them wherever they went. When they were together they made everyone around them feel like they were in on some hilarious practical joke that was always at the precipice of occurring. Never before within the Jedi Order had I felt quite so at home.

“Cecil! Are you listening?” Anakin said, waving a hand in front of my face, “They’re playing your favorite song.”

I zoned back in to discover that Anakin was right: this little planet on the edge of the galaxy had somehow managed to dig up an old relic far outside their culture to play at the exact moment that we happened to be on-planet. I all but jumped to my feet, unable to stay stay seated as the familiar baseline filled the room.

“Did you request this?” I asked, feeling that the grin on my face was one none of them had seen for far too long.

Anakin grinned back and glanced conspiratorially at Obi-Wan, “No, but I do know someone who did.”

“Obi-Wan! You remembered!” I said a little too loudly, causing the people around us to stare as I leaned over the table to grasp his hands and tug him off his stool.

“Cecil no-”

“Oh relax, you requested the song. You’re required to dance now,” I laughed, pulling him after me into the throng of people in the center of the room where the tables had been pushed to the side. I flailed my arms in a way that I knew would look ridiculous in hopes I could at least get him to crack a smile.

The tactic worked and he seemed to relax a little, letting himself bob up and down on the balls of his feet to the beat of the music. Unsatisfied, I did not let go of his hands, instead forcing them to move, forcing him to at least move his upper body to the music a little. I could hear Anakin laughing and Ahsoka giggling but I couldn’t see anything else but the amused way Obi-Wan was smiling as if it took all his restraint to not burst out laughing.

“You can laugh, you know. I do look ridiculous. We look ridiculous,” I said.

“That is precisely what I’m worried about,” he deadpanned, still looking extremely uncomfortable with having been dragged out into the throng of dancing blue people, their smaller builds leaving us towering over them and making us stand out.

“No one else is here. No one to tell on you if you have a little fun,” I prompted, “and I think Anakin and ‘Soka will bother you more about it if you don’t at least pretend to have fun.”

We both looked back at Anakin and Ahsoka to find that they had disappeared, probably in search of the drinks we had forbidden them from seeking. I frowned but their lack of presence seemed to make Obi-Wan more comfortable and he finally started to move, his feet actually shuffling along the ground as he danced.

Maybe ‘danced’ was a strong word. It was more of just moving his limbs in a way that made them slightly off beat but somehow managed to not look completely ridiculous. By the end of the song we were hanging off each other, breathless and giggling like little kids.

The last note of the song faded and the moment of unadulterated joy faded, bringing us back to reality. The next song picked up slowly, something obviously more familiar to our hosts but also obviously meant for slow dancing. They all coupled up and began slow promanaudes around the room before I could even register that we might want to excuse ourselves. In an instant it was too late and we were the only ones in the middle of the crowd not swaying to the music alongside a partner.

Much to my surprise, Obi-Wan bowed low before me, offering his hand and said in a serious tone, “Would you care to dance Master Palmarin?”

“How could I refuse Master Kenobi?” I grinned accepting his hand.

Although I had been holding his hands only moments before in our fervent excitement of my favorite song, this felt forbidden, like something we were not allowed to partake in. A blush rose in my cheeks and all the way through my ears and I hoped that the fact my braids were beginning to frizz out would hide it. However, Obi-Wan’s lips tilted up into a half smile like he noticed and I felt his presence in the Force shift, falling from the unorganized joy he had been exuding to a carefully masked affection that I was immediately sure he had not meant to let me feel.

The blush rose higher in my cheeks as one of his hands fell on the curve of my waist and the other remained carefully wrapped in mine. I placed my free hand on his shoulder, the familiar feeling of Jedi tunics suddenly alien when I was touching someone else’s.

He led, slowly weaving out of the center of swaying couples, spinning us in slow revolutions around the room. Not for a moment did he break eye contact and not for a moment did I want him to. When he had spun us to the edge of the crowd and could lead us no further he stopped as if he’d been prepared for everything up to that moment. He took his eyes off me for a half second to search the room behind me and I could feel him reaching into the Force, checking for Anakin and Ahsoka. When he did not seem to find them he returned his gaze to mine and I could all but hear his heart hammering in his chest.

The blush in my cheeks had risen so much I was sure I was looking like an ripe tomato and I couldn’t even begin to effectively push it down because my heart was fluttering just as fast as Obi-Wan’s. A curious desire to hug him closer came over me, to pull him down to where I could study each and every detail of the light blue eyes that were searching my hazel ones so intently.

Instead I settled for letting my other hand come up to rest on his neck, his long hair hiding the fact that I was practically hanging off him. Both his hands on my waist now, the subtle weight of them feeling completely right and natural despite the little voice in the back of my head that would not stop repeating “Jedi Do Not Form Attachments.”

“I hope you know, Obi-Wan whispered, his breath hot across my face, “I never feel more at home than with you.”

“Obi-Wan-”

“I won’t say anything else compromising,” he said, his eyes twinkling as they remained locked on mine, “but I want you to know.”

I let my hands wander up to cup his face, “Don’t say that out loud. Because then I’d never be able to unhear it. And I’ll never want to leave home either.”

Obi-Wan sucked in a breath, his eyes closing as he leaned his head into my right hand. After a moment he turned his head just enough so his lips brushed my palm, a motion that sent an involuntary shiver through my whole body.

He remained silent and unmoving for the smallest moment before opening his eyes. His hands came off my waist to grasp my wrist, pulling my hand away. My fingertips trailed down his face like the tears I felt like crying before falling between us where he held my hands in his.

“You’re right, Cecil, you’re always right.”

I smiled, my voice low and on the verge of breaking, “I know.”

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Ch. 2 - Not A Secret

Obi-Wan sat atop the Jedi Temple, legs crossed and deep in meditation. If his eyes had been open he’d have seen the slowly fading light as it began to cast long shadows over Coruscant. This late in the year the far off edges of the great city were shrouded in smog, a glittering haze that was invisible up close.

The sounds of the Temple district were far off, the dull roar of the deep cityscape almost unnoticeable to Obi-Wan’s ear. Up here it was easy to let everything else go and simply float, let the Force wash over him. The gnawing pressure of the war could almost be pushed away, so far he could barely feel the haunting tension.

Abruptly his concentration was broken, footsteps appearing before him. His eyes snapped open to find Cecil looking down at him.

“Wow, startling THE Obi-Wan Kenobi?” Cecil grinned.

Obi-Wan chuckled, “Only because I wasn’t expecting anyone up here.”

“You’re always up here. It’s not like it’s a secret.”

“And I thought I was being discreet about my meditation spot.”

Cecil smiled, sinking to the ground in front of him and pushing forward a paper cup full of caf, “I heard a rumor there’s a Council meeting later.”

Obi-Wan ducked his head in thanks, “Yes, there is. But nobody has told me when.”

“Rude of them, seeing as you are on the Council.”

“Which means they want something from me,” he said, eyes sparkling. He returned his gaze to Cecil, briefly getting distracted by the way they nearly glowed backlit by the sunset.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Cecil asked. Obi-Wan noticed the way they fidgeted with their own paper cup; the folded edge had been unrolled and rerolled into a mangled depiction of its original form.

“Nothing,” he said, careful to maintain a level tone, “the sunset is just so incredible this time of year.”

Obi-Wan thought he caught a smile creep across Cecil’s features as they turned away, long braids swaying. He had to force himself to not stare, but even still, a stab of guilt flashed through him as the movement revealed the still pink saber burn. Nearly seven months later it still looked painful.

“It’s rude to stare you know,” Cecil said without looking at him.

Obi-Wan blanched, feeling like he had been doing an excellent job not staring.

Cecil turned back, this time carefully pulling the many long braids away, exposing the saber burn where it descended into their tunic. With a clearer view, Obi-Wan could tell the wound was healing, that it no longer looked nearly as painful as it had been. But it would scar. A remembrance of those terrible moments. And to think he could have stopped it-

“I know you’re thinking you could have prevented it,” Cecil said, their voice interrupting his thoughts.

“You know it's possible.”

“But it didn’t happen that way. I’ll always have this wicked scar cracking me open.”

“That makes it sound so dramatic,” he said.

“When am I not dramatic?” Cecil asked, taking a sip of the caf and wrinkling their nose, “what does the Temple have against having good caf?”

“Everything apparently,” Obi-Wan said, taking a swig of his own and making a similar face.

Abruptly, Cecil’s comm crackled, “Master Palmarin, yousa needed inda council chambers.”

They sighed deeply before responding, “Yeah, I’ll be right down Jar Jar.”

“Roger roger,” his voice replied.

Not two seconds later Obi-Wan’s comm went off, “Master Kenobi, yousa also needed inda Council chambers.”

Cecil choked on the caf, attempting to stifle a giggle; only Jar Jar would be so bold to assume they were always together. Obi-Wan’s eyebrows shot up and the humor was clear in his voice when he replied, “Will do.”

“Whatsa so funny?” Jar Jar asked.

“Nothing, nothing,” Obi-Wan said, trying to hide his light hearted tone.

“Iffen yousa say so,” he replied, the line going silent.

“I guess they want something from me too,” Cecil said with a grin.

“The rumors circling are about an undercover-ish mission,” Obi-Wan started.

This time Cecil’s eyebrows shot up and Obi-Wan swore he felt a leap in their Force signature, “Do you think they’d really send us on another mission together after what happened last time?”

Obi-Wan frowned, “It was not our fault Ventress showed up. And every other time we’ve been on stuff together we’re literally unstoppable.”

“That’s a bit presumptuous,” Cecil laughed, “Anakin is finally rubbing off on you.”

He laughed too, a feeling of warmth spreading across his chest as their voices echoed across the otherwise empty rooftop, “I guess he is.”

“Good,” Cecil said and flashed a smile that Obi-Wan somehow felt was only meant for him.

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Ch.3 - Preparations

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Anakin said looking around the council chamber with a disbelieving grin, “Those two? As a couple? No one is going to buy that.”

I felt my face go hot and my fingernails bit into my palm. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Obi-Wan shift in his seat and almost imperceptibly felt his Force signature change to match mine: a deep annoyance that well obscured the shock of excitement.

Padmé’s hologram glared at him, “Fortunately, no one asked you Anakin.”

This time it was Obi-Wan’s turn to hide his grin. Even Master Windu’s mouth twitched. I bit my lip but only wished that I’d been the one who said it.

“I only meant,” Anakin said quietly, “that everyone in the galaxy knows who they are. That they’re friendly with the Senator.”

“Yes,” Master Yoda said, “but young Skywalker. You everyone will expect to see. But suspect a regal and powerful warlord couple they will not.”

The look on Anakin’s face was priceless but he rearranged it so quickly that I doubt anyone but myself and Obi-Wan recognized it: a mix between awe and horror that Yoda would so blatantly hint at something more between the Senator and himself.

“If I may interject,” Obi-Wan said before Anakin had the chance to say anything he’d regret, “Anakin does have a point. Especially with all three of us, that combination is to be expected.”

Yoda nodded thoughtfully as if he had not already considered this at length.

“As well known as you think, Master Malmarin is not. Their job discreetly they do,” he said nodding to me, “and disguises you will have.”

“And that is where I come in,” Padmé said, “You’ll both be unrecognizable out of your Jedi robes. I’m arriving in Coruscant shortly and will get you all ready before we depart for Naboo.”

I raised my eyebrows, not even daring to ask what lavish outfits the former Queen of Naboo had stored away that would coincidentally be my size.

“And why does this meeting have to be on Naboo again?” Anakin interrupted again.

“To show them we trust them. Enough to invite them into my home,” Padmé explained, barely hiding her exasperated tone.

“But couldn’t we meet them in some neutral system where you and your family are not at so great of risk?

“It’s an olive branch, Anakin. Whether we like it or not, it is the best course of action to get this system on the side of the Republic,” Obi-Wan said, making far less effort than Padmé to hide his exasperated tone.

Yoda seemed to care little for this exchange, “Prepare Master Kenobi and Master Palmarin, Senator Amidala will. And to Naboo follow they will.”

Seeing it would do no good to argue, Anakin was content to frown and glare menacingly as the rest of the plan was laid out.

It was simple really. Obi-Wan and I in disguise. Anakin seemingly the only protection to the Senator in the midst of a potentially hostile environment. A dinner over which politics would be discussed. The guests to sleep in an elaborate lakeside villa. And on their way the next morning after another round of political discussions over a lavish meal. What could go wrong?

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CH. 4 - Chemistry POSTED

When Padmé arrived on Coruscant I did my best to be late meeting her, purposely taking the long route to her landing pad. But I still had to pretend to not see Anakin’s speeder take off, pretend I did not see the flushed look of joy on Padmé’s face.

“Good evening Senator,” I said, shaking her hand, “I trust you’re well?”

“No need to stand on guard Cecil,” she said grinning “I’d like to think we’re friends by now.”

“Of course,” I laughed, “I just still feel like I should greet you with formality.”

“Well don’t feel that way. Especially when I’m about to make you stand around in your underwear for far longer than you’re comfortable in effort to find the perfect outfit for you.”

I frowned, having not considered this.

“Don’t worry,” she said, grabbing my arm and whispering conspiratorially, “I’ve sent Master Kenobi his own squadron of people to get him ready. It will just be you and my personal handmaidens.”

“I see,” I said, my frown deepening as I watched the handmaidens unload a multitude of elaborate trunks from her ship, all of them clearly full of clothing.

Arriving in her personal quarters, Padmé slammed the doors shut for effect and skipped ahead of me.

“Now,” she said, dramatically tossing her overcoat, “not only am I outfitting you, I’m helping you to prepare and embrace your role as a hopelessly in-love warlord couple who are so regal and stunning that no one would dare speak to them without a reason of utmost importance.”

I frowned crossing my arms across my chest, “I-”

“Nope!” she said cutting me off, “that’s step number one. No crossing your arms. You’re practically royalty for the next seventy-two hours. You have to stop carrying yourself like a Jedi.”

“But-”

“First lose the Jedi robes. And then we’ll work on the rest.”

“Padmé-”

She had crossed the room and began undoing my robes a little too expertly, ignoring my protests. Without the full weight of my Jedi robes I felt naked, not just in the sense of lacking clothing but that I could not remember a time without them.

“Here,” she said, handing me a small pile of clothes, “put this on. You’re a filthy rich warlord. No Jedi undergarments allowed. And when you’re done, I think you’ll like the first outfit on the top here,” she said, gesturing to one of the sprawling suitcases that seemed to be exploding clothing all over the room.

I nodded, turning away in an attempt at privacy. This made Padmé roll her eyes but she retreated from the room, leaving me momentarily alone.

Half dressed and struggling to right the deep purple garment that had been laid out for me, I struggled as one of Padmé’s handmaidens appeared. The woman was taller than Padmé if only by a fraction but eerily resembled the Senator. I knew she had a decoy but I was not aware they spent so much time together.

“Let me,” the woman said, her fingers reaching past mine to rearrange the fabric and close the final zipper.

She spun me around so I faced the mirror. Someone I did not recognize stared back.

They were tall and regal, their hair teased into its natural style creating a magnificent halo around their head. The jewelry Padmé had chosen glittered brightly as the handmaiden slipped it on the person in the mirror, their wrists adorned with heavy gold bangles and an equally impressive set of necklaces settled on their neck.

The outfit itself hugged the figure in the mirror tightly around the torso, the neckline covering far less than I had ever imagined showing. At the waist it flowed away from them in a way I was sure would fan when they walked and give the impression of having great violet wings. It was sleeveless, or what could pass as sleeveless save for the draping of fabric attached at each shoulder that cascaded down to meet the rest of the garment.

“I picked you something you could still fight in,” Padmé said reappearing, “I hope it’s not too much. If you don’t like it I have a couple other options.”

I stared at myself a second longer, “It’s beautiful Padmé,” I whispered, “I barely recognize myself.”

“That is exactly the intent darling Cecil. And you look absolutely jaw-dropping, I can’t wait until Obi-Wan sees you.

I felt my jaw drop but quickly snapped it shut.

“Dormé,” she said addressing her handmaiden, “Go fetch Obi-Wan will you? He should be ready by now.”

Dormé nodded curtly and disappeared from the room, leaving us alone together.

“Did you think my choice of Jedi I requested as protection was random Cecil?” Padmé all but whispered, “I’m not about to prod in your business, but you have chemistry. And I needed chemistry for this to work.”

I flushed. It had never occurred to me that someone else might have noticed the thing I’d been trying so hard to quiet within myself.

“Does anyone else know that?” I asked, my voice quiet and wavering.

“Of course not,” she said cheerily and patted my hand, “Only you. Because if I told Obi-Wan he’d simply combust of awkwardness.”

“I mean-”

Padmé looked at me steadily before striding out of the room, “Life is fleeting Cecil. Don’t miss out on something because of someone else’s rules you aren’t sure you believe in.”

I stood staring after her, my hands all the sudden shaking.

The door creaking open pulled me out of my momentary stupor, Obi-Wan’s figure emerging.

The attire Padmé had chosen for Obi-Wan was far less extravagant than my own, but so far from something Obi-Wan would choose himself that it disguised him well. It was a deep purple, almost black, but the satin shone brilliantly. Similar to my own, the outer layer cascaded down behind him, flowing in an invisible wind when he moved. Underneath was an even darker, yet still purple tunic and trousers. The tunic was of the same satin fabric that looked fit for royalty. Which is exactly what we were pretending to be, so I supposed it was intentional.

Even from the way he was walking I could tell Obi-Wan was deeply uncomfortable outside of his typical dress but the look suited him. It changed the energy he exuded, less Jedi Master, more warlord with enough money to drown in.

And he had shaved, the clean shaven face making him look younger, more like the way he looked when I had met nearly two decades ago. Nothing could erase his old soul though, the way smile lines gathered around his eyes just as they always had. As a teenager I’d remarked on them once and he had blushed as his hand went up to feel them. I think he knew I was telling him I loved the way he smiled because I remember that being the first time I really felt his presence in the Force bloom with happiness.

I shook my head, trying to displace the memory. It scattered only to be replaced with the real thing, Obi-Wan’s smile bringing me new confidence in my outfit.

“You look stunning darling,” Obi-Wan said, not even resisting adding the pet name.

“As do you,” I smiled, reaching up to adjust the satin collar of his shirt, “I’m glad you agreed to this particular outfit.”

He let me do so before catching my hand in his, bringing it to his lips and bowing low, “Only so that I don’t look like a peasant next to you.”

I felt heat rise in my cheeks and broke our eye contact with nervous laughter not knowing what to say.

Padmé did me the grace of clearing her throat and Obi-Wan dropped my hand, shooting me a wink. For a moment Padmé circled us observing, trying to decide if we would pass someone other than the Jedi we were.

“I think the mullet has to go,” she said suddenly to Obi-Wan.

“What!” he exclaimed, his hand flying to his hair.

“I think people know you too well for it. At least since the war. You already look much different without the beard, but I think a touchup to the hair will help.”

Obi-Wan frowned like she had personally offended him.

“Thank you Padmé. I have been begging him to let me cut it.”

“But I just now got it to fit into a hair-tie,” he started.

“You sound like Anakin,” Padmé laughed and I could tell she said it just to stop Obi-Wan from protesting anymore, “Go change out of these outfits both of you. I’ll have Dormé package them up for you. And a couple other outfits to lay low in.”

“Yes ma’am,” Obi-Wan said, saluting her.

Padmé laughed and swatted him on the shoulder, “Just go. And cut that mullet off.”

I saluted her as well, earning us another grin before she disappeared.

“I’m not letting you anywhere near my hair Cecil,” Obi-Wan said matter of factly.

“Okay,” I smiled, biting my lip, “I’ll take you to the best barber I know.”

Obi-Wan groaned but didn’t protest. I swore I caught a hint of a smile as he left the room.

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Ch. 5- Varykino Villa

The looping hallways of Varykino Villa had sated my nervousness; I felt I was sinking into the place, the part I was playing becoming more and more real. Obi-Wan had taken my hand, holding it like it was the most normal thing in the galaxy. For a fleeting instant I could see us standing together in some other life, some version of ourselves that did not involve the Jedi Order and was just us living on some gorgeous planet where no one ever bothered us.

“You still with me?” Obi-Wan asked, squeezing my hand.

I shook my head, sending the images scurrying away, “Sure am. Let’s go husband.”

He leaned in so only I could hear, “Let’s go Mx. Kenobi.”

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As the night wore on, I couldn't help but wonder why nothing had gone wrong. Nothing ever went this right. No one had even looked sideways at Padmé. No one had squinted at us in recognition. The political discussions were going swimmingly. And I was giddy with joy at getting to spend the evening hanging off Obi-Wan’s arm.

Anakin and Senator Amidala had long since disappeared and I was beginning to think that this was all a ploy to get Anakin on-planet where the two could excusably be alone together. Obi-Wan pretended not to notice their absence and I pretended not to notice the way he had averted his gaze every time he saw them. I imagined that he deliberately shoved away any memories of other times his former Padawan sat too close to the regal Senator or gave her too long of a hug.

Everything added up now. I’d always pretended not to notice the way Anakin’s presence in the Force burst with life anytime Padme was in the room, the way he never stopped looking at her, the way he had been so nervous to meet her again for the first time all those years ago. Even the image of little Anakin rose in my mind, the way Obi-Wan had told it, Anakin’s eyes took in Padme as if she were an angel coming to rescue him.

But tonight with the evidence staring me in the face, I came to the same conclusion that I suspected Obi-Wan had: as long as it never directly interfered with Anakin’s official duties, he could pretend it wasn’t happening before his eyes. Because they needed Anakin far more than the Jedi Council needed to know that Anakin had fallen in love with the Senator.

As the evening progressed, Naboo’s sunset faded, only one moon reflecting onto the lake now, the guests slowly vanishing into Varykino Villa’s many rooms. Only the occasional wanderer in search of a midnight snack appeared, but scurried away upon catching sight of the two sharing a plate of food on the grand balcony overlooking the lake.

At least that was my impression of the one child who wandered into the room behind us and all but ran away when we turned to look.

“I’d turn and run too if I saw you backlit by moonlight and glowing so ethereally,” Obi-Wan said without looking at me.

I felt a blush rise on my cheeks, “Ah yes, because I am oh so angelic with my hair in desperate need of taming and a good night’s sleep.”

I didn’t look at him either. It felt safer to tease him without looking for risk he’d see right through me, for fear that he would sense that I wanted him to continue, to tell me everything about how he thought I was angelic in his eyes.

Obi-Wan set down the glass of wine he had been nursing, the dark red substance glittering in the twinkling light of the moon, “Cecil, you’re always angelic.”

I mentally berated myself for the shot of joy the words gave me, the warm flame of affection I’d been snuffing out making a new attempt to surface. An involuntary shiver passed through me and I thought about how Naboo’s summer was cool this year, uncharacteristically so according to Padme. But after the earlier rainstorm, the clouds had vanished and left the outlook onto the lake clear. With our backs to one of the intricately carved pillars of the balcony we were almost touching, our arms balancing careful millimeters away from each other.

“Are you cold?” he asked after a second when I did not respond.

“No. Just tired.”

“Let’s go to bed then. We still have a long breakfast full of more politics tomorrow.”

I nodded and accepted his hand as I stood up and we made our way back to our rooms.

With my hand in Obi-Wan’s, my head was swimming. Neither of us had consumed anything alcoholic but it felt like I was somewhere else, not in the moment anymore, like a memory surfacing so clearly I could feel it. A moment seemingly outside of time, a dream.

We were on some planet in a far off system, no one recognized us. The planet’s summer weather was just beginning and it was one of those evenings where a careful coolness sets in after the sun sets. The balcony doors of our room opened onto the countryside sprawled out below to meet the nearby town. And save for the birds, we were alone.

“Can you undo this? It’s stuck in a knot,” Obi-Wan complained, flopping dramatically into a chair.

I turned from beginning to unbutton my own clothes to look at him, shaking my head, “you know, I really had thought you’d know how to at least undo a tie if not tie it up.”

Obi-Wan frowned, “I think the issue is that I did it wrong and now it won’t come untangled,” he said, gesturing to the now wrinkled and disheveled garment.

I rolled my eyes but crossed the room to where he sat, standing in front of him just close enough to slip my fingers underneath, working it loose from the knot he’d managed to wrestle it into. Chin tilted up to allow me to untangle it, I could feel his eyes steadily searching my face but I stubbornly refused to meet his gaze, focusing intently on the issue at hand.

“You’re right,” I said, “there is no way this was correct in the first place.”

“Hey,” he said, his voice flying up an octave, “Just because I can’t tie a tie doesn’t mean I’m not a gentleman.”

After a moment the garment came free and fell into my hands. Obi-Wan did not stop looking at me and I suddenly felt it was very obvious that I was refusing to meet his gaze. Instead of meeting his eyes, I handed him the tie and lifted my hands again to straighten his collar.

Even though I wasn’t meeting his eyes I could feel his smile; it reached out to me through his Force signature. And Obi-Wan was doing nothing to conceal the affection in it.

He seemed to sense the moment I realized this, like he was waiting for me to see it, waiting for me to realize that right here on this planet in the middle of nowhere he was holding nothing back.

“Cecil,” he said, not whispering, but sure, confident that everything he was doing was alright, permissible even.

“Cecil, will you look at me?” he asked finally, standing and lifting a hand to gently grip my chin. Meeting his gaze I found the soft blue sea that I so desperately wanted to get lost in. As I did so, that seemed to bring him to a decision, his presence in the Force suddenly softening, a wall that I hadn’t known he’d been holding suddenly no longer there. The bright warmth of his presence felt like the first day of sunshine after a cold winter, something I could never replicate elsewhere. He’d brought down this wall before, but only just enough to peak past. Now I could see everything.

As he stood, I let my hands trail down his neck and slowly fall onto his chest.

“Can I kiss you now?” he said, whispering this time, like asking too loudly would scare me away.

I nodded, almost imperceptible, also pushing assurance of my consent at him in my Force signature, assurance that despite my rare desire to kiss someone, right now I wanted to. To kiss him.

He breathed out and closed the small distance between us, one hand reaching up to cradle my head, the other twining around my waist, pulling me to him. As with every other thing he did, he was gentle, every fiber of his being exuding a soft but vibrant joy.

I was first to pull away, suddenly so breathless the room had started to spin. Obi-Wan’s hands were light, barely touching.

“Are you okay?,” he whispered.

I swallowed, resting my forehead against his, “More than okay.”

My breath was ragged and I knew he could feel my fingers shaking. This was something I'd never experienced before. Wanting more. I’d never wanted more. Not ever.

Obi-Wan seemed to notice the fluttering of my pulse and visibly leaned back, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” I paused my voice unsteady, “Obi-Wan, I’m sorry, I don’t think I want to-”

“Don’t apologize for anything,” he said, his voice firm, “there is nothing to apologize for. I will never expect anything from you.”

“But I-”

He softly placed a finger on my lips, “I think you and I have very similar approaches to uh- things like this.” He gestured between us before gripping my hands firmly, “I want you to know that.”

“Oh,” I whispered. I tuned in to his Force signature hoping I’d find a better explanation there.

His presence in the Force was warm, welcoming, but tainted with nervous anxiety. But the hint of fear wasn’t because he knew the Order would never allow affection like this. It wasn’t because he was truly nervous about kissing me. The feeling bleeding through the Force was something else entirely.

He was afraid that I wouldn’t be okay with just this. And nothing more. He was afraid that I would want more from him, that I wouldn’t be okay with just this.

“Oh,” I whispered again and I could tell he was letting me see a part of him no one ever saw. At my feeling of acceptance in the Force he pushed something more; another hesitation, a feeling that he wasn’t even sure what he wanted, that he had never had the opportunity to find out what he wanted.

“Oh,” I repeated for a third time, beginning to feel that I needed to respond to this soul-baring moment with something more than a single syllable.

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“Just stay,” I thought as we climbed into bed, clad in our fancy silk pajamas, “stay right here and let me fall asleep next to you just once,” letting the thought bleed into the Force. Maybe the words were not there but the feeling was, the intense desire to be close to him. Just like this, wrapped in cozy blankets and content to be beside each other.

The look on his face changed and he relaxed, sinking back into the bed. He lifted his arm, reaching around me to pull me close. I sucked in a breath but did not resist, letting him gather me to his side, all but falling into his lap.

“Is this okay,” Obi-Wan said, freezing for a moment, his life Force fluttering with uncharacteristic uncertainty.

Now with my head nestled into the crook of his neck I had to pull away to look up at him, finding his eyes filled with emotion as he looked down at me. For a second I couldn’t breath, his eyes, the smile lines, the little strand of hair falling into his face at this exact moment- it was everything I saw every day but right now it was only for me to look at.

“Yes of course.”

—

Obi-Wan watched Cecil carefully, the slight rise and fall of their side, the way a lock of hair fluttered softly every time they breathed out. As he imagined was the case with most Jedi, they looked younger while asleep. His final thought before drifting into sleep was that he couldn’t wait to wake up next to them; it was something he knew he could get used to.

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Ch. 6 - Reassurances

Outside, rain came down in huge droplets. But the roar of Naboo’s sudden downpour was barely audible over the hundreds of voices conversing merrily, the din almost masking the music. In the midst of it all no one paid Obi-Wan and I any notice, the two of us holding the room under observation, watching for any potential harm to Senator Amidala.

Some time ago he had taken my hand in his own and to any onlooker we looked like any other couple present. All evening I’d been watching the other couples, mimicking their behavior, watching the way they mirrored their partners, the shorter ones beginning to lean their heads on the shoulders of the taller ones as the night wore on. I followed suit, leaning into Obi-Wan’s frame-

“Master Palmarin,” Commander Cody’s voice said suddenly, “can you weigh in on this?”

I jolted out of the memory and back into reality. The whole table was staring at me, the Jedi Council’s holographic images flickering faintly, the smirk on Anakin’s face poorly hidden. The war room lights of Obi-Wan’s Star Destroyer were suddenly too bright, their fluorescent humming loud in my ears.

“Sorry, what?”

“Commander Cody was just asking if you thought the warlords from the Naboo meeting could be pushed for more definite support?” Anakin interjected, “Unless you have something more important on your mind you’d care to share?”

I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him as I answered, very intently not looking at Obi-Wan either. He sat at the head of the table, carefully observing everything being said, his face stoic, voice always calm and steady. He gave no indication that he was distracted.

As for me, I couldn’t stop replaying every moment of Naboo in my head. It had been a week since we had left and we had barely spoken. The silence was loud, loud enough to gnaw anxiety into my heart. Loud enough to make my stomach twist in knots. Loud enough to let me hear the imaginary whisper that said he didn’t mean anything he’d said and that he regretted it at all.

I turned the thought over and over in my head. By the time the meeting concluded, I had convinced myself we had broken our friendship and that everything was over between us.

“Well,” Anakin said slamming his hands down on the table as soon as the holocomms shut off, “Snips and I have shit to do-”

“Language Anakin,” Obi-Wan warned.

“We’ve got shit to do Master” Ahsoka repeated, a wicked grin on her face as she stood with Anakin.

“You two are hopeless,” Obi-Wan said and crossed his arms. I laughed and he sent me a half-hearted glare that shot a jolt through me.

“But you love us, don’t ya?” Anakin said.

“Unfortunately yes,” Obi-Wan laughed, “Now scram, get off my ship.”

“Yes sir,” Anakin grinned, mock saluting his former Master.

“We’re scramming, Master,” Ahsoka giggled as she followed Anakin out.

I couldn’t help but smile after them, adoring the way the three acted like family. Even Cody had a smile on his face when he stood to leave. He only nodded in farewell, ever the perfect soldier returning to his post.

As soon as his footsteps faded Obi-Wan’s fingers flicked over the controls before him, closing the bridge’s doors and opening the blast shields. The swath of empty space stared back at me, stars twinkling, daring me to wish upon them.

“Cecil, you’re so anxious I can hear your heart beating across the room,” Obi-Wan said, nearing me.

I still didn’t look at him, the thoughts I’d been chasing all week roaring in my head. He leaned against the table, very close but not touching.

“I- I’m just thinking.”

“About…?” he prompted and I could feel his Force signature probing mine.

“We’ve barely talked all week. Do you regret something you told me on Naboo? Or the kiss? Or what the Council would say? Or-” I spluttered, all my questions rushing out before I could stop them.

“Oh darling,” Obi-Wan whispered, his voice soft. He leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead before squatting before me so his eyes were level with mine, “I should have just said it before. You shouldn’t have to guess.”

“Guess what?” I said, my voice shaky.

“That I love you. I always have. From the moment we met, even if I wasn’t aware of it, you were always tangled in my soul.”

I sighed in relief, a sound that came out as a sob, “Me too. I mean- I thought it was just me-”

“Certainly not,” Obi-Wan said as his hand came up to wipe the tears that were trying to form.

“I always have. And I didn’t know it. Even with our Force bond-” I said, my voice still wavering.

Obi-Wan laughed, and drew away to stand where he could hold my hands in his, “You know - maybe you don’t know - but our Force bond, our dyad, it’s stronger than mine with Anakin. Stronger than the one with my own Padawan.”

“Oh,” I laughed, suddenly very self conscious.

“So don’t doubt for a minute that I love you Cecil Palmarin,” he whispered as he pulled me from my seat.

“I won’t. Only if you don’t doubt me either,” I said, my lips smiling into his.

“Wouldn’t think of it darling,” he breathed as he captured my mouth with his.

I leaned into the kiss, my hands finding their way into his hair. His fingers ghosted along my torso before drawing me closer, pulling me against him. He broke away first, but only so he could kiss down my jaw, his lips straying to my neck, the sensation sending involuntary shivers through me. Abruptly his nose poked my face and I giggled. Once I started I couldn’t stop and my laughter echoed through the room.

Obi-Wan kept a hand cradling my face as he pulled away, his smile-lines crinkling in the way I loved so dearly.

“Are you really that ticklish?” he asked, his Force signature warm.

“No,” I beamed, “I just can’t believe I’m kissing you in the War Room of your Star Destroyer.”

Obi-Wan chuckled and leaned in so our lips were nearly touching “Well it is my Star Destroyer.”

I laughed too, “If you say so, General Kenobi.”

He rolled his eyes, “I do indeed say so, General Palmarin.”

“And what would people say if they were to check the security footage of your Star Destroyer? And see two of their Generals making out?” I asked, still so close to him that I’d barely have to move to touch my lips to his.

He grinned, “I’m sure they’d just be mad that Anakin was right.”

I pulled away from him in surprise and tried to keep the annoyance out of my tone, “Oh really?”

“Don’t worry. He only berates me about you in private. Not even in front of Ahsoka.”

“And how long has he ‘been berating you about me?’” I quoted back.

He blushed and he averted his eyes, “Since the moment he met you.”

It was my turn to blush. “That long?”

“Well sort of. He did ask if the two of us were something more as a kid. But then he didn’t bring it up again until- until much later.

“And by much later you mean…?”

Obi-Wan cringed and took a small step away from me, a flash of something that must have been guilt passing through the Force.

“Remember when I had to fake my death-”

I felt a surge of annoyance, “How could I forget?”

“After that, after it was all over-”

“Don’t think I ever really forgave you for that-” I said, poking his chest.

“Yeah well, that’s what I mean. After that, Anakin was livid. And not just because he’s Anakin. Because he saw what it did to you.”

Obi-Wan had paused and seemed to lose himself in a memory, “And then last year, when we almost lost you to Ventress- he saw what that did to me.”

“And then he wouldn’t let it go,” I said matter-a-factly.

“So much so that he tried to stop us from pretending to be a couple for the Naboo mission because he was afraid that it would become obvious to everyone else too,” Obi-Wan chuckled.

I shook my head and smiled before I pulled him back toward me, “That really doesn’t add up-”

“Well, it’s what he thinks.”

“Let him, or anyone, think whatever they want,” I whispered before kissing him again.

If I could have stayed in that moment forever, I would have. But eventually he pecked the corner of my mouth and pulled away.

“I could kiss you all day, but I fear we have duties to attend to,” he said.

I closed the distance between us once more, kissing him a moment longer, melting into him.

“I fear the same,” I whispered when I pulled away.

“Most importantly, deleting the security footage,” Obi-Wan said, his voice tinged with regret.

I smoothed his hair from his face, arranging it so it wouldn’t look like he’d been making out with someone, “unfortunately, you're right.”

“And you know that what we talked about at that meeting means I won’t see you for ages,” Obi-Wan said, but made no move to retract himself from my embrace.

“It’s probably for the best,” I whispered and averted my eyes.

Obi-Wan seemed to mull it over as he searched my face. It would be good for us to be away from each other after all that had transpired. We couldn’t let our focus be compromised by each other any more than it already was. And we certainly couldn't allow rumors about two Jedi Masters falling in love.

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Ch. 7 - Pep-Talks

It was months after our kiss in the War-Room and every time I could find an excuse to visit The Negotiator and its General I gladly repeated the practice. Frankly, I’d only visited twice because I had my own fleet to run, but it kept me on my toes, just knowing that Obi-Wan would be there if I went to visit. It was never more than stolen kisses and whispered adorations but I found I didn’t want more. Not now, maybe not ever.

“Do you remember when they first told you that you’d be a general in this war?” Obi-Wan asked.

I was curled up in his lap where we sat on the floor with our backs to the bridge and looking out into the vastness of space.

“I do. Vividly. It was right here in this room,” I said, not wanting to recall the memory.

“I only ask because I want you to know that what you felt then, for once in your life you were wrong. You are a wonderful General.”

I craned my head to look up at him, “And you know that I would have refused to do it if it hadn’t been for you.”

He glanced down at me, “What do you mean?”

“You gave me this whole pep-talk. About how I was one of the most accomplished Jedi of the age and if anyone was prepared to lead an army, it was me.”

“And it was true. Still is,” he smiled.

“And you gave me this hug,” I started, “it made me feel like it would all be okay.”

“Because it was going to be,” Obi-Wan sighed, placing a kiss on my head.

“And,” I paused, not sure how to get the words out but knowing I was ready to say them, “that’s when I knew I loved you.”

I paused because Obi-Wan had pulled away so he could see me, hands still grasping mine but now sitting cross legged.

“But especially in this war,” I continued, feeling cruel that I’d make this confession of love but litter it with my war philosophy, “it would have been excusable for us to fall in love. The whole world has gone to shit and even if we win, it would never have been the same. Too much has changed. The Jedi order will be reorganized. I just wish we’d known it then.”

Obi-Wan looked like he didn’t know what to say, “How are you so sure?”

“I can feel it,” I said, surprised, “Can you not?”

Obi-Wan frowned and I continued, “Something has shifted. Too much is different now, even the Force feels different. Maybe it’s just that the Dark side has gained too much power, but we can never go back to those ancient traditions if we hope to retain anything of the Jedi.

Obi-Wan drew back further, staring intently, “Those are dangerous words Cecil Palmarin.”

I rolled my eyes, “I know. That’s why I haven’t said them out loud before. But whatever happens, it won’t be the same.”

Obi-Wan didn’t respond but I could tell he was weighing my words, his Force presence full of conflict and apprehension.

“But we don’t have to worry about that yet,” I said, reaching up to soothe his hair away from his face; in the last couple months it had started to get long again.

“What worries me Cecil, is that you are always right,” Obi-Wan mused.

“No I’m not-”

“About the things that matter, you tend to be. You have excellent intuition. And I just don’t know if I’m ready to confront that reality.”

“You can’t live in the confines of the Jedi Order’s reality forever.”

“Couldn’t I? That is the call of the Jedi, is it not?”

“Not anymore,” I whispered.

“But-”

“And you know far better than I, Obi-Wan, it’s not about the Jedi. It’s about the Force. You could live without the Jedi. But not the Force. That’s the life we will always be tied to.”

“Hmm,” Obi-Wan said, his eyes focusing on something far away. I could feel him contemplating again, mind working over what I said. A pang of anxiety hit me in knowing how much value he placed in my opinion - and that with this knowledge I would so willingly shatter the little shard of hope that was left for returning to the time before.

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Part 2 (Chapters 8-13)

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Obi-Wan x Fem!Reader: “An Upstate Escape”

Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, and Ereen Stoneheart (reader) visit the planet of Goroon where the Blossom Festival is currently going on. Anakin decides it’s finally time for Obi-Wan to admit his feelings for their fellow General but it takes more than a nudge for him to start acting on his feelings.

Warnings: There’s no use of Y/N but reader goes by the name of Ereen Stoneheart. There might be parts where characters could be a little OOC.

Notes: I haven’t written a serious fanfic because most of my works never see the light of day and get scrapped early, so I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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An Upstate Escape

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Illicit Affairs | Obi-Wan Kenobi

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Naberrie!oc

Word count: 4.8k

Tags/warnings: invasion, attachment issues, some arguing over ideology, not many warnings for this chapter, family issues

A/N; Hey guys, this series is basically going to be a love letter to obi-wan kenobi, from episode I to his show, with Padme's older sister being that constant in his life. You all bet your asses we are gonna have two Jedi’s with healthy relationships with attachment who want to be together who get fucked over anyways.

32 BBY | The Phantom Menace

Every last instinct I have screams at me that something is terribly amiss, even if it's fallen on the deaf ears of my sisters council. She has the title and the ornaments that force them to listen, she is young and wise, in their eyes I am merely a failed Jedi whose council is void, and so I'm left to anxiously watch as she gives her address to the Trade Federation.

"Again you come before us, your highness."

"You will not be so pleased when you hear what I have to say, Viceroy. Your trade boycott of our planet has ended."

Her voice is deep and strong, it is still strange to me seeing her like this, a queen. She is far too grown up to be fourteen, but then again so was I at her age.

"I was not aware of such a failure."

"I have word that the chancellors ambassadors are with you now, and that you have been commanded to reach a settlement."

"I know nothing of any ambassadors," the Viceroy denies, a clear lie. "You must be mistaken."

"Beware viceroy," she warns. "The Federation has gone too far this time."

One thing I truly admire about my younger sister is her clear headedness. Her firm resolve without becoming emotional, something I lack despite my years of trying to master it.

"We would never do anything without the approval of the senate," he says and I could laugh, knowing what a mess all that has become. "You assume too much."

"We will see."

The address cuts off and she gives me a look, allowing me and only me to see her frustration. One of her first acts upon becoming queen was to name me as both her protector and her military advisor considering my involvement in intergalactic affairs whilst with the order, a new role for a new era of uncertainty, and the second was to change her name to protect our family. I had already changed mine long ago from Rhea Naberrie to Rhea Amidala, but while hers was to protect our family, mine was out of shame.

The great failure of our great family.

Oh how my mother looked at me in horror when Padme decided to change her name to the one I had chosen years before. The family pride and the family disgrace. The Amidala Sisters.

The great Queen, and the great scandal.

I sit by her side as we receive a hologram from Senator Palpatine, and further admire her brilliant patience, it's a shame the roles weren't reversed as she would have made an excellent Jedi. But I was the one with the midichlorian count much to the disappointment of our family.

"Negotiations haven't started because the ambassadors aren't there? How could that be true?" Palpatine asks us. "I have assurances from the chancellor his ambassadors did arrive."

"It's because it isn't true," I answer for my sister, having accompanied my own master on many such missions to know how they work. "The viceroy is conducting dirty business, he-" I stop as the connection becomes disrupted, the hologram distorting before disappearing.

"Senator Palpatine?" Padme asks and we share a confused look. "What's happening?"

"Check the transmission generator," Captain Panaka orders. "A communications disruption can only mean one thing, invasion."

"Dirty bastards," I curse under my breath at the Trade Federation, getting to my feet whilst Padme sits in denial. "We need to intervene, now."

"The Trade Federation would not dare go that far."

"Well, they have," I say frankly, the only one Padme allows to speak so bluntly in her presence. Whilst she took on a new name to protect our families identity it's known by all that I'm her sister and sworn protector as well as advisor.

"The senate would revoke their trade franchises," Panaka argues. "They'd be finished."

"Unless the senate is well, the senate," I reply, unlike Padme having little hope in their running of things. "We cannot sit and argue consequence when they are clearly not thinking of any."

"We must continue to rely on negotiations."

"Negotiations?" One of the ministers questions. "We've lost all communications, and where are the chancellors ambassadors?"

"He's right," I say to Padme, feeling it in my gut. "We must act quickly."

"This is a dangerous situation your highness," Panaka agrees. "Our security volunteers will be no match against a battle hardened federation army."

Her eyes immediately go to me, fourteen and yet still my little sister. "My sister will keep me safe, I trust her instincts, but I will not condone an action that will lead us to war."

I lean in towards her, trying to get her to see that this will not end how she wishes. "We may not have a choice."

She looks at me with the brown eyes we both share and I know she will let this go to war over her dead body.

Alone Padme and I watch as the Trade Federation's army comes, and I plead with her to reconsider her strategy.

"Padme, I know you do not want war but when they bring it to our doorstep we cannot just silently resist," I tell her as she stares out the window. "We must fight back."

She shakes her head. "No, fighting will only lead to death."

"So will this," I tell her, remembering what I was taught. "There is a reason the Republic for all its pacifism has the Jedi as its army, they are peaceful but know when to fight to protect it."

She looks at me, knowing I would not dare defend them unless I was desperate. "The Republic would refute the idea the Jedi are its personal army."

"But it is the truth," I tell her, knowing it better than she ever could. "You were not raised for battle, I was, so believe me when I say we are facing one."

She looks forward again, at the army closing in on the palace. "We only have our security force, we have no army. If I send them to fight they will be slaughtered."

"Then send me," I say and she stills. "If I'm all that stands between the Trade Federation and this planet then so be it, I will not sit by and watch it fall."

She looks at me, her emotions disguised behind the heavy makeup she wears, her handmaidens preparing Sabe to take her place as she reluctantly agrees. "Then you will fight."

I hide in the shadows as she gives herself over in surrender, her security detail disarmed, but someone on Naboo has to be still armed. Someone has to be waiting for the right moment to get her off this planet. I didn't spend my childhood training for a moment like this to fail, not again.

It's been five years since I came home from Coruscant expecting my family to welcome me with open arms only to find them horrified that I had failed what they saw as the ultimate honour. I left the order after watching in horror as they ripped children screaming from their parents arms, after countless fights with my own master and the council over the Jedi's ideology. Because I believed love was more important than what they preached to me, believing I would find it home on Naboo, only to be sorely wrong.

The greatest irony was leaving Depa Billaba, the closest thing to a mother I ever knew for one I hardly remembered. It was only my sisters who welcomed me home with open arms. One who I grew up alongside and another who did not know me, but nonetheless accepted me as her own.

And so in shame I became Rhea Amidala, the lost Jedi who shamed a proud family

Padme is the only purpose I have now, and while she chooses to surrender peacefully the Trade Federation's intentions are nowhere near as peaceful as hers. If I can't get her off this planet then I have to escape alone, I have to call to our allies in the Republic for help since the communications have been lost and the Chancellors ambassadors are nowhere to be found.

Naboo cannot resist an army of battle droids, not alone, and I have no qualms about walking into a room of politicians on Coruscant and demanding action.

From the upstairs balcony I watch our people being herded and rounded up until a movement in the river catches my eye and see a submarine surface that does not belong to the Trade Federation, and my eyes narrow in disbelief at the man who emerges from it.

Qui-Gon Jinn?

It seems we have not been abandon afterall.

Quickly I move from the balcony to follow their movements and catch voices from the stairwell where the Viceryoy is arresting Padme.

"How will you explain this invasion to the senate?"

"The queen and I will sign a treaty that will legitimise our occupation here."

Now that she certainly won't do.

I feel for the blaster at my belt and debate opening fire, but I have no saber to deflect the battle droids fire and no clear path of escape for Padme and her handmaidens, not yet at least, and so I sneak along the open corridors above the courtyard, following them until I catch movement just nearby, two Jedi and a Gungan.

Taking a risk I poke my head up and they spot me, the younger man a few years older than myself sees me first, not a Jedi that I recognise, but he taps his master on the arm to bring his attention to me with wide eyes, clearly not having expected anyone to still be walking free, and point for them to follow me.

They meet me along the overhead pass where Padme and the others are about to pass below surrounded by battle droids. The younger one raises his saber, as if in question, and I nod raising my blaster. Not a moment later we jump down onto the street below, the sound of sabers so strange to me after so long as I take out the remaining droids with my silenced blaster.

"Your highness," I say, checking Sabe over to not give anything away before I check on Padme and she gives me a nod to assure me she's alright.

"We should leave the street, your highness," Qui-Gon says and I keep my head low, knowing he is one of the few masters who could still recognise me, Jedi like ourselves who cause as much trouble for the council as we do, or rather did, tend to become acquainted.

"Get their weapons," I order what's left of Padme's security, Sabe disguised as Queen Amidala is ushered forward and I check on Padme again as I hand her a blaster, knowing I taught her how to use one and to use it well.

"Jedi?" she asks and I nod, briefly meeting the eyes of the padawan as we keep moving forward until we are out of sight. "Do you know them?"

Quietly I hush her despite the looks we get and Master Qui-Gon tells us as we reach cover "We're ambassadors for the Supreme Chancellor," Qui-Gon tells us.

"And I am the queen's protector," I reply and search his eyes for any sense of recognition, if he remembers me he doesn't give it away. "I take it negotiations didn't go as planned?"

"The negotations were short," the padawan remarks and I meet his eye again, still not recognising him but he looks to have been a few years above my class.

"In fact they never took place," Qui-Gon tells us. "It's urgent that we make contact with the Republic."

"They've knocked out communications," I tell him, right now wishing her damn council had listened to me when I warned them something wasn't right. "They have no plans to allow us to contact the Republic until the queen has signed a document legalising the invasion."

"Do you have transports?"

"In the main hanger," Panaka answers and points. "This way."

I walk beside the padawan as Panaka guides Padme and her detail into the hanger where others have already been gathered to talk strategy.

"There seems to be no actual fighters on the Federations side," I tell the two Jedi. "Just battle droids."

"There's still too many of them," Panaka says but he doesn't know what Jedi are capable of.

"That won't be a problem," Qui Gon says and turns to Sabe. "Your highness under the circumstances I suggest you come to Coruscant with us."

"Thank you ambassador," she replies while I shake my head at both of them in warning. "But my place is with my people."

"Queen Amidala, I must protest," I say, looking both of them in the eye. "You won't be much good to your people dead, you need to address the senate."

"They need her to sign a treaty to make this invasion legal," Panaka reminds us. "They can't afford to kill her."

My voice is harsh. "No but they can torture her into signing it."

I feel a coldness wash over Padme

"There's something else behind all this," Qui-Gon says to Sabe. "Your Highness there's no logic in the Federations move here. My feelings tell me they will destroy you."

"I agree," I say jumping in before anyone else can. "I feel it too although none of you were willing to listen when this blockade began."

"Now is not the time for hysterics Lady Amidala," Panaka chastises.

"And now is not the time for the queen to become a martyr," I retort. "The queen trusts my feelings even if you may not and I can assure you now is the time to act and survive."

None of the handmaidens react, each of them knowing my past, but I get a strange look from the padawan, Qui-Gon simply looks amused.

"Our only hope is for the senate to side with us," Padme's advisor says. "Senator Palpatine will need your help."

"Either choice presents grave danger to us all," Sabe says and looks to Padme for guidance.

"We are brave, your highness," Padme replies.

"If you are to leave your highness, it must be now," Qui-Gon says and Sabe looks to me, knowing Padme looks to me as well, and I nod in agreement.

"Then I will plead our case to the senate."

"Thank the maker," I murmur under my breath. "Now let's leave."

I follow the Jedi into the hanger, walking in front of Sabe with my blaster in hand as Panaka instructs "We will need to free those pilots."

"I'll deal with that," the padawan says and I follow him, firing as he ignites his saber, freeing the pilots and directing them to the ship as he finishes off the droids. "That should be it."

"No, it's not," I say grabbing him by the wrist as another squadron of battle droids emerge and order him "Cover me until we get the pilots on board."

He gives a quick nod and does as I ask, using his saber to deflect the blaster fire, covering me for long enough I can take out most of the droids by blaster until everyone is safely on board the ship.

"Come on!" I say and we finally jump onboard as more droids come, electing for escape rather than fighting and Qui-Gon who's been protecting the others follows us onboard, the last to get on before the ramp raises.

I put my blaster back in its holster as it shuts and we take off, meeting the padawan's eyes as we let out a breath of relief and everyone collects themselves, thankfully Qui-Gon doesn't stop to ask questions as he heads to speak to the pilot, leaving his apprentice with me.

He's handsome, certainly on the brink of becoming a Jedi Knight judging by his age and I clear my throat before I say "I don't believe we've been introduced."

"Obi-Wan Kenobi," he answers shaking my hand, the name still not familiar. "Jedi Padawan."

"Rhea Amidala," I reply. "The Queen's sister."

"Ah," he says, it now making sense to him why I'd be the one trying to order her about. "I take it you didn't agree with the surrender?"

"Someone had to be armed," I reply at how he found me but know it's a miracle no one but I spotted them arriving. "Nice submarine by the way, stealthy."

"You saw that?" he exclaims, now slightly embarrassed as he picks up the sarcasm in my voice, and I just laugh.

"Not as sly as you thought huh?" I tease with a raised eyebrow and immediately know by how he stiffens up at being jested with that he truly is one of those who's painfully devoted to the code, surprising considering who his master is. "Come on, they'll need us in the cockpit."

He follows me into it and I come to Panaka's side as he shows us the blockade, only to find myself hanging on to the back of a chair as an alarm starts blaring and the Federation launches their attack.

"Shield generators been hit!"

I try to stay calm as the droids are dispatched to the roof, but it's not a pretty sight as they continue to be shot off and I find myself looking at Master Qui-Gon, he doesn't seem awfully worried and I have to trust his judgement more than my own.

"We're losing droids fast," Obi-Wan says and we share a brief look of concern at the dire situation we've quickly found ourselves in.

"If we can't get the shield generator fixed we'll be sitting ducks."

I jump as another droid is blown off and they announce. "The shields are gone."

Immediately I turn to security. "Get the queen and her handmaidens towards the escape pod, and don't tell them why otherwise she'll fight with you, go!"

But before they can go to Padme we hear "Power's back! That little droid did it, he bypassed the main power drive."

"Never underestimate a droid," Qui Gon tells the captain, ironic considering its battle droids we're facing.

"Now get us out of here," I say but before we're in the clear there's another problem.

"There's not enough power to get us to coruscant, the hyperdrive's leaking."

I just shake my head as Qui Gon says "We'll have to land somewhere to refuel and repair the ship."

"Here master," Obi-Wan calls out. "Tatooine." I walk over to look at his screen. "It's small, out of the way, poor. The Trade Federation have no presence here."

"How can you be sure?"

"It's controlled by the Hutts."

"Do it," I agree and tell the captain. "Tatooine, we have no time to waste."

"You can't take the royal highness there!" Panaka argues. "The Tutts are gangsters."

"They still bleed like the rest of us don't they?" I argue, knowing the Federation will be scouring the sector for us and I'd take my luck with them over battle droids. "What would you rather? Hutts or her being captured by the Federation?"

"Lady Amidala, you might be her protector but I am her chief of security-"

"I am her sister!" I snap back, having been sent to negotiate in enough diplomatic messes to know what awaits her if captured. "Her safety is my only priority and you are taking your orders from me, we are landing on Tatooine."

Qui-Gon puts a hand on my shoulder, his voice calm as he speaks to Panaka. "It would be no different than if we landed on a system controlled by the Federation. Except that the Hutt's aren't looking for her, which gives us the advantage."

And with that it's settled, no one would argue with a true Jedi and feel Qui-Gons eyes on me, knowing from the careful look he gives that he does indeed remember me.

"I'm sure the queen's sister was not questioning your authority Captain Panaka," he says, even now sticking up for me as he often did then. "But merely acting out of love."

"And what is more important than love?" I find myself saying.

"Balance."

Obi-Wan looks between us confused but I find relief in Qui-Gon being here, of all the Jedi that could have come I have faith in him.

"Exactly, which is why love is just as important as apathy," I say, remembering the words I spoke five years ago. "For balance." I look between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan and clear my throat. "Thank you for coming to my sister's aid."

"I dare say you had it half-handled by the time we got there," Qui-Gon says. "You are a talented combatant."

"Well, I'm not much else but that," I say almost bitterly and look at the radar. "Come, we better get the R2 droid who saved our lives before he's blown off like the others."

I stand back with Obi-Wan as Panaka presents the droid to Sabe, despite Qui-Gon recognising me instantly his padawan is still oblivious to the fact he's standing beside one of his own.

"Without a doubt it saved the ship as well as our lives."

"It is to be commended," Sabe says. "What is its number?"

"R2-D2, your highness."

I can't help but smile. "Thank you, R2-D2."

I can feel Obi-Wan's eyes lingering on me, confused by my exchange with Qui-Gon but it's hardly as if he'd assume I was once a Jedi. It's something I've tried to forget myself despite just how integral it is to my very core.

"Padme clean this droid up as best you can, it deserves our gratitude."

Padme takes the R2 unit while Sabe gives permission for Qui-Gon to come forth and speak.

"Your highness, your sister Rhea has already given her approval and with your permission we're heading for a remote planet called Tatooine. It's in a system far beyond the reach of the Trade Federation."

"I do not agree with the Jedi on this," Panaka argues and I speak up.

"I do. I trust Master Qui-Gon's judgement."

Panaka knows well my past, as to the most important members of padme's security, and whilst he's hesitant to listen to my judgement Padme trusts it completely and with that it is settled but I still feel the Padawan's inquisitive eyes on me and so I meet them, holding his gaze as I leave the room.

I sit alone with Padme, helping her clean up R2.

"Do you know the Jedi?" she asks me now we're alone.

"Master Qui-Gon is a Jedi I respect greatly, he has views different to the council, similar to mine," I tell her, remembering him well. "He was not my master but he took it upon himself to mentor me at times, and so he no doubt recognises me although he has not said anything. As for his Padawan I can't say I do, although there we many of us and he seems to be older than I."

She nods and asks "Do you still regret leaving?"

The question surprises me, it's always been a forbidden topic amongst our family, but it's just us now. She was just a baby when I was taken by the order, whilst Sola and I reconnected with tears I was a stranger to her, but thankfully five years have remedied that.

"Sometimes," I admit to her. "I miss having a purpose, in some ways I miss the family the Jedi are at its core, but its ideology... it was my master who in fact encouraged me to leave. She said how I viewed things was not wrong, and that I had the potential to be a great Jedi but that my mind and heart were too strong for the council." I reach across and squeeze her hand. "That is one thing we have in common, our headstrong minds and hearts, it's like arguing with a stone wall. Even at fourteen they knew I'd be too much trouble. Just like you are now."

She smiles. "I wouldn't call myself trouble."

"Oh but you are," I smile fondly. "Be proud of it."

She looks behind me and I follow her eyes to find Qui-Gon. "Rhea, may I have a word?"

"Of course master," I say and Padme leaves us.

He's unsure of what to say at first, still surprised to have come across me. "Sister of the queen, is this what you're doing now? Causing trouble for yet another poor unfortunate council?"

"I don't intend to but somehow I always seem to, much like yourself," I say, smiling to myself. "It is a relief to see you Master, it truly is."

"I'm surprised you were so welcoming, considering how you left," he tells me and my smile fades. "You were five or so when they found you weren't you? Many argued you were too old to be trained."

"To be indoctrinated," I correct. "I was six with two loving parents and two sisters. My parents gave me up seeing it as an honour but I was taken from everything I'd ever known and loved only to be told I was not allowed to love anymore, that my very emotions were poison."

He nods in understanding. "Yes, that is the great irony isn't it? We are meant to love all, have unlimited compassion and yet not for anyone in particular."

"You see," I breathe out in relief. "It's madness."

"It's order," he quickly corrects, but does admit. "Too much order. Even Obi-Wan my own padawan pleads with me not to go against the council. Do you remember him?"

"No," I answer, shaking my head. "At least I don't think so."

"That's fair, he is older than you," he says and tells me "I'm afraid he does not have much left to learn from me, and I know your Master Billaba still feels the loss of her own padawan."

I let out a humourless laugh, trying to push back those feelings of regret. "I left to find my parents and yet they didn't want me back, I loved them and they loved me but viewed me leaving the most prestigious order in the galaxy as a great shame whilst grooming my sister to be queen."

"You love her greatly," he states. "But you feel no purpose."

His words cut deep because they are true. "Are my emotions so obvious?"

"Very," he says. "But you always did feel greatly, you had a great passion for justice that I remember well, a instinctual need to protect."

I look away, knowing it was that very thing that caused me to be expelled from the order, even if I said I left, even if that's what I told my parents and everyone else, I know the truth and so does he.

"We must be getting close to Tatooine," I say clearing my throat and he follows me into the cockpit where Obi-Wan sits with the pilot as they prepare to land.

"That's it, Tatooine."

"There's a settlement."

"Land near the outskirts. We don't want to attract attention."

Qui-Gon takes over and I follow his padawan to the see the state of the shield generator for myself, not liking any of this but knowing she is safe enough here until we can get it working.

"I'm afraid I'm not one for mechanics," I tell him as we examine it. "But it's not good is it?"

"The hyperdrive generator is gone, we'll need a new one," he tells me and I sigh knowing in the outer rims very little is done for the Jedi out of the kindness of peoples hearts.

"Ilooks like we might be doing business with the Tutt's after all," I remark as Qui-Gon walks in.

"Well that will complicate things," he says and warns "Be wary, I sense a disturbance in the force."

Obi-Wan nods. "I feel it also master."

I look away, surprised despite my years disconnected to also feel that something isn't quite right. The one thing I've retained from my training is my gut instinct and talent for combat, a warrior on a pacifist planet.

"Don't let them send any transmissions," Qui-Gon instructs and says to me "Rhea, I recommend you stay with the ship, if any troubles come this way two Jedi are better than one."

Obi-Wan's head whips around to me "What?"

Qui-Gon leaves as quickly as he came giving me a look that can only be described as a very intentional oops, leaving it for me to explain.

"I'm sorry did I hear that right?" Obi-Wan asks me. "Jedi?"

I hang my head, finding it difficult to confess after so long. "I was."

His eyebrows narrow together, his voice softening. "Was?"

"Rhea Naberrie," I tell him, the name I was called then. "I- Qui-Gon was just pulling your leg, I was a padawan but I was never a real Jedi."

Many younglings and padawans do not make it to the rank of Jedi, many are sent to the service corps if the council does not believe they have the aptitude despite having the force so it's not unusual for there to be failed Jedi, but he's intune enough to know it's not that type of situation.

"But you know him," he says and presses "And he knows you."

"Yes, you're correct," I stiffly acknowledge but thankfully we're interrupted by Rabe before I have to explain anything. "Yes Rabe?"

"Lady Amidala," she anxiously begins. "Padme has gone with Master Qui-Gon."

"What?" I blurt out and she stammers.

"She insisted upon going with him."

"Of course she has," I sigh, knowing she wouldn't just sit on board, that she has to be out there doing something to help remedy this situation and bite back my frustration. "Thank you."

She leaves and I bring a hand to my forehead, wishing she at least told me first so I could go with her, but Qui-Gon is right in needing us to protect the ship.

"Rhea?" Obi-Wan asks, concerned.

"Sorry she-" I laugh at the irony. "I was just telling Padme she's just as much trouble as I was at her age and to be proud of it, but oh it's not as fun being the one dealing with trouble."

"Do you want to go after her?" he asks me and I shake my head.

"No, Master Qui-Gon is right, we need to stay with the ship," I decide, for once in my life following orders considering all her handmaidens are on board and Padme would be devastated if any were to be harmed. "She will be safe with them, and it's best I'm here in case there's any trouble. I trust Qui-Gon's judgement."

"So you do know him," he says and notices how I tense. "You were a Jedi."

"A padawan," I correct and realise we are indeed having this conversation and so I spit it out. "I left the order."

He's absolutely bewildered and can't hide the judgement in his voice. "Why?"

I let out a dangerous laugh, knowing not to get into this. "Oh no, today is not the day for an ideological argument."

"Ideology? You sound like my master."

"Good, because he's the one who mentored me," I reply much to his surprise. "Oh come on, a troublesome young padawan with a big mouth and tough head, someone had to."

He sighs, indeed matching what Qui-Gon told me. "Of course he did, but- but why didn't he train you then?"

"He had you it seems and I already had a master, Master Billaba," I tell him and lean against the broken generator. "She was like a mother to me, wise and strict but fair, she wasn't as wrapped up in the ideology as much as some of the others."

"Like who?"

"Yoda," I answer, almost scoffing at how obvious it should be.

"You can't insult Master Yoda," he scoffs back at me.

"I can insult anyone I like, and Yoda might be old and supposedly wise but he's too caught up in the nonsense to allow any sort of reform," I argue, having indeed stumbled into an ideological argument with this padawan. "The Jedi Order needs to grow and evolve instead of being stuck in its archaic ways, being Qui-Gons padawan I know you know what I mean."

He lets out a frustrated sigh. "Of course I know what you mean and I don't disagree, but to leave the order over it-"

"I didn't have a choice," I grit out, reliving the argument I had with my mother years ago and back track. "I was taken older than most and from the moment I was taken there all I heard from the council was to cease attachment, 'oh the girl is dangerous because she misses her mother.'"

"But attachment is dangerous-"

"I was a kid!" I end up snapping at him.

"We all were," he argues back. "We all had family but it was our duty-"

"Duty? What duty did we have as children? We were kidnapped and indoctrinated, I was old enough when I was taken to remember it. If it was up to them they'd have us no more sentient than those damned battle droids!"

He scoffs. "Battle droids? You mean what the Jedi have just saved you from?"

"I was doing perfectly fine before you came," I refute.

"Is that why everyone had been rounded up by the Trade Federation?"

I laugh dangerously. "Classic Jedi, thinking you know everything, so frustratingly arrogant, and wasn't it your job as the Chancellors ambassadors to prevent that from happening in the first place?"

"I'm sorry, but as a military advisor isn't it your job to prevent us from having to get involved?"

"It's a little hard when my planet won't allow a military to be built!"

"And that's my problem?"

"Yes!" I exclaim. "It is the Republic's job to protect the planets within it and it's your job as their army to enforce that!"

"We aren't the Republics-"

"Then why are you here?" I retort, gesturing about to our surroundings. "If it isn't your problem, and you aren't doing the Republics bidding then why are you here?"

"Because it is the job of a Jedi to protect the innocent," he finishes and I clamp my mouth shut. "Only someone consumed by their hatred would think otherwise."

"Hatred?" I repeat, truly astounded that he sees everything so black and white to interpret justified anger as hatred. "My home has just been invaded and my sister's life is in danger and we are stranded on a planet in the outer rims hoping we'll come across what we need to fix the engine to get off here before the Trade Federation begins killing people." Now he's the one who clamps his jaw shut. "And I would rather not be standing here being interrogated by a padawan who should be doing his job instead of criticising me for leaving a corrupt organisation I don't agree with."

He sighs, realising fighting with me will only lead to more fighting rather than a victory and says "My master sees its flaws but he doesn't leave it, he works with them to help people."

"Then I applaud him, he is a good man," I say, our respect for Qui-Gon being the only common ground between us. "But I help my people in other ways, which is what I'm trying to do now."

I turn my back on him and he reluctantly follows as I march back through the ship to the cockpit for an update. "Have you heard from Master Qui-Gon?"

"Not yet my lady," they answer and I'm tempted to go after them but remember why I must stay.

"So we sit and wait," I find myself muttering.

"Yes," Obi-Wan says and his sarcasm is enough to make me want to leave this ship regardless. "Perhaps you could meditate, maker knows you need to."

"Or perhaps you could keep your nose where it belongs."

"Gladly," he says but before either of us can leave the cockpit a transmission comes through from Qui-Gon and we reluctantly share the same air as we listen to their dilemma, realising we lack the currency to negotiate with the Tatooine.

"Are you sure there's nothing left on board?"

"A few containers of supplies," Obi-Wan says, calmer than I am. "The queens wardrobe maybe but not enough to barter with, not in the amount you're talking about."

"There's little on board, everything of worth remains on Naboo," I say, frustrated. "Can you force their hand?"

"I'm afraid I cannot," he answers as Obi-Wan shakes his head at me for suggesting methods that are not the Jedi way. "But it's alright, I'm sure another solution will present itself. I'll check back later."

It goes silent and Obi-Wan and I sit there together, the tension between us thick as I wish I'd just gone with Qui-Gon, knowing I'd be better use there than arguing with his padawan.

Obi-Wan's the first to break the tension "Are you sure there is nothing we can barter with?"

"Not enough to buy a shield generator with," I mutter as the direness of the situation truly hits me. "We need to get the queen to the senate."

"I know," he assures me, his voice becoming lighter when he feels the pure anxiety that begins to fill me. "And we will and in the meantime, like you said, she's safer here than on Naboo."

"Well, I'm not wrong," I say but still shake my head. "I don't like sitting here and waiting for a solution to present itself."

"You said you trust Master Qui-Gon's judgement," he says and implores "I myself question it at times but we must both trust it now."

"It's not your master's judgement I question," I assure him, my anger forgotten. "It's the senates will to act on this invasion."

I expect him to blindly defend the senate but he surprises me "Politicians will be politicians, I don't trust him and you're smart enough not to either, but you must have faith that we will find a solution to the Trade Federations attack."

"My sister's only been queen for a few months, she's fourteen and facing the worst catastrophe in living memory," I lament, knowing this is not what she should be dealing with and yet she has taken it upon herself with nothing but grace. "She's brilliant and I have full faith in her, but I worry others will not listen to a fourteen year old girls demands for action."

He doesn't dismiss my concerns and instead says "Well with you advocating for her I dare say they'll be forced to listen or else be brutally rebuked until they have no choice but to agree to your demands."

I smile to myself and see a glimpse of one on his own face as I admit "Well, you aren't wrong."

Our eyes meet and this time it's different, there's no distrust or hostility and he's the bigger person in saying "I'm sorry for arguing, I should have listened when you warned me against it."

"Don't apologise, you didn't know what you were getting into," I admit and force myself to follow his example. "Although I am sorry as well, you have not faulted in your duty to help us."

I reserve my temperament for those who refuse to listen, I thought he was one of those until now but he's proven me wrong in my own misgivings.

"Let's start over," he says and I wonder if he's thinking the same about me as he extends his hand. "Obi-Wan Kenobi."

I look at it still slightly hesitant but trust my instincts when they tell me to trust him. "Rhea Amidala."

He offers me a gentle smile, and as I take his hand I can feel the force, can feel a good old soul in him, a light that's so rare even amongst the Jedi that it stuns me. A light I'd convinced myself wasn't real, but here it is in front of me.

And perhaps for the first time I care what someone else thinks of me as I hope he sees the same in me.

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