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soft and honeyed

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

summary: you and obi-wan are frequent battle partners during the clone wars. after a battle, the two of you head back to the jedi temple for some much needed rest -- and a much needed bath.

warnings: just obi being soft, implied nudity but nothing too graphic sorry

a/n: my obi-wan obsession has resurfaced 😆 pls enjoy this lil blurb of fluff and comfort bc THE MAN NEEDS IT 🥺😭 also feel free to leave some requests if you want, as i'm literally drowning in my obi feels LMAO 🥲

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You sat down heavily in your seat, a sigh surfacing as you sank into the mostly unforgiving cushion, but to you, it was the most comfort you had in weeks. Feeling the cool air of the cruiser’s interior as it sped through cold space, you quickly realized you were so used to the planet's rather warm and humid atmosphere.

A familiar presence settled in the seat beside you. Obi-Wan. You glanced over to see his eyes closed with exhaustion.

He was a determined fighter, often pushing his energy past the limit. It was often your job to make sure he didn’t overwork himself, but you didn’t mind. Something about you mothering him was like therapy for you.

“Get some rest,” he said, his eyes still closed.

You smiled, fixing your gaze on the grey ceiling. “Watching you rest is good enough for me. Besides, I don’t sleep well in space.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll sleep for days when we get back to the temple.”

“That’s if we’re not shipped off somewhere else,” you lamented. “Do you think home has changed?”

You could almost feel his brow furrow. “Changed? In the course of a few weeks?” he said. “I doubt it. Home could actually do with some change. I bet they still haven’t fixed the flood in the ladies’ bathroom.”

Groaning, you elbowed him. “All I want is a bath. If it’s still flooded, I’m blaming you.”

It was light banter like this that got you through those weeks, and even the battles before that. It seemed like only yesterday the two of you were made Jedi knights and quickly charged head on into a war no one was ready for.

Not that you weren’t ready. You had been ready to face the trials for a while, but because nearly the entirety of the Jedi Temple seemed to be recruited, you felt unsteady suddenly being knighted. You were sure Obi-Wan felt the same, defeating a Sith lord and then being burdened with the responsibility of a Padawan.

The two of you heavily relied on each other to watch each other’s backs, and keep each other sane. Being engulfed in battles all the time was enough to make your head spin. The sound of blasters that always seemed to frighten you became white noise.

When you finally arrived back at the temple to debrief with the Council, you felt yourself relax a little as you walked through the halls. But at the thought of standing in a meeting room for at least an hour, you sighed.

The work was never done.

“Do we have to go see the Council?” you rhetorically asked grumpily. “Can’t we just meet tomorrow?”

Obi-Wan gave you a nod. “You can go wash up. I’ll give the report.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

He sighed. “Well, you did save my life at the end there...again.”

“I suppose I did,” you laughed. “That makes five, I believe.”

Rubbing his beard in thought, he smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. “Right. Five.”

You flashed a wide grin. “Well...if you insist on debriefing with the Council alone, then I guess I’ll get a head start on some much needed rest.” You playfully saluted. “See you around, General.”

The Jedi master nodded, his funny crooked grin appearing through his beard as he echoed the greeting. “General.”

Excitement filled you as you sped through the halls to your room to gather some things for a bath. It was a silly thing to be thrilled over, but if there was one thing you learned, take advantage of the tiny joys while you can.

And you knew you were going to enjoy it.

Humming while you practically skipped to the communal bathroom, you stopped dead in your tracks as you felt still water beneath your bare feet. You lifted your gaze to see the sunlight falling through the windows, reflecting on the water that covered the large tub and the floor surrounding it.

You could almost hear Obi-Wan’s laughter as you stood there, frozen and dejected.

You made a mental note to strangle him later.

With another heavy sigh, you walked out across the hall to the men’s room, fuming. You couldn’t care less if anyone was in the room. To your pleasant surprise, there wasn’t a single soul.

It wasn’t long before you filled the tub with scalding water and plenty of bubbles.

Sinking into the bath was by far the best feeling in your life. You wasted no time scrubbing layers of dirt and grime from your skin before you closed your eyes and lay in the tub, letting the steam fog the air.

“So I take it the other room’s still flooded.”

As you opened your eyes, Obi-Wan stood above you. “You and I both know that I desperately need this bath.” You crinkled your nose in annoyance. “Don’t forget, I still blame you.”

“Oh, I know,” he mused.

To your surprise, he began to undo his belt before shrugging off his robes, revealing his rather lean figure. He’d always been a rather conservative person ever since he was a youngling, but you guessed that living together in the most unpredictable circumstances made him more comfortable around you.

Scars carved his shoulders like constellations, including some new flesh wounds from flying shrapnel and rogue bullets. You admired his torso for another moment before closing your eyes, letting the heat of the water soak through your skin.

You could hear him shuffle and kick his boots off before joining you in the tub with a quiet splash.

Looking over, you saw him sink further into the water with a groan. “Too hot?” you asked.

He shook his head with a content smile. “It’s perfect.”

You smiled, gathering your robes. “I’ll leave you to it, then. The Council would have a fit if they knew I was in here.”

“Let them,” Obi-Wan replied, preoccupied with bubbles. “Just stay and rest. You deserve it.” He flashed a quick wink. “It’s not like anything’s going on.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with Obi-Wan Kenobi?” you laughed. You hesitated before settling back in the water again. “Speaking of the Council, how was the meeting?”

His blue gaze flitted towards you. “Oh, nothing exciting. They seemed pleased,” he sighed. “They’re thinking of sending us elsewhere in a few days.”

“Of course,” you said, giving a bitter smile. “We’re in the middle of a war. We haven’t the time for anything else anymore.” You leaned your head against the edge of the tub, your gaze on the window above. “This was never supposed to happen. I mean look at us, we’re military leaders now.” You shook your head. “I wish it would just end soon.”

He inhaled deeply. ��Me too.”

You turned back to look at him before you found yourself rubbing spots of dirt and grime away on his cheek. He seemed to melt into your touch, closing his eyes as your thumb found more marks on his forehead. Your touch was soothing and rhythmic.

You stifled a laugh, earning a small, somewhat annoyed, “What?”

“You’d think you rolled down a rocky hill into a pile of dirt, not battled thousands of droids,” you said, your thumb brushing over his brow to the top of his cheekbone. “You’re filthy, General.”

“I apologize for war not being more of a...civilized matter.”

Shaking your head, you began tracing his features with your fingers. The edges of his beard felt prickly under the pads of your fingers as you wiped away some bubbles.

“For what it’s worth, you’re doing the best you can,” you murmured.

His lips twitched into a thin smile. “You too.” His voice was soft and rather scratchy from yelling orders through explosions. “This will all be over soon, and we’ll all go back to living normal lives.”

“Normal,” you scoffed, nudging his bare shoulder. “We’re Jedi. We’re far from normal.”

His eyes followed your hands as you grabbed a sponge and your body scrub and began scrubbing his arms. He could feel your anxiety fading away with each scrub, almost like cleaning him was the therapy you needed.

He was infatuated with you, the way your skin glistened with steam. Your expression was relaxed and flushed from the heat, even more calm than when you slept. His head spun at the thought of smelling like you.

As he turned so you could scrub his back, massaging his muscles as you went, he couldn’t help but asking a question to fill the silence.

“Do you ever wish you weren’t a Jedi?”

Your motions stopped, and for a moment, panic made the blood drain from his face, thinking he asked the one question he shouldn’t have. When you continued, he let out a small breath.

“Sometimes,” you admitted softly. “But it’s honestly been so long, I can’t see myself doing anything else. After all, we were raised here.”

He knew how you felt.

He echoed your answer in his head. Sometimes.

Maybe in a different universe, you’d be happy in the countryside on a distant planet, far from the problems of the Republic. You’d eventually settle down with a family, children perhaps, or maybe you’d live your life alone with nothing but nature for company.

Or maybe you’d still be in the middle of all the action. You’d fight and fight until there was nothing left to fight for. Peace would prevail.

Sensing his mind in a haze, you leaned over his shoulder, gently pressing yourself into him. Your chin settled over his broad shoulder and collarbone, with his beard just missing your cheek. “What’re you thinking about?”

He stiffened at your touch before relaxing. “Hypotheticals.”

You let out a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “As per usual.” He could feel you smiling as your lips brushed his skin. “Learn to quiet your mind, General. Those thoughts won’t do you any good.”

He turned, facing you. Instead of shying away, you kept your eye contact, brushing his long locks back.

“I can’t help it,” he joked lightly. “Perhaps I’m in need of some guidance from a well-seasoned Jedi.”

You smiled. “You’re looking right at one.”

As he watched your smile widen, he fell into your gaze again. He knew there was no such thing as luck, but he also knew he was the luckiest man alive to have you by his side.

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you, entirely | obi-wan kenobi

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x female!reader

part I

summary: obi-wan kenobi’s relationship with the reader over the years. reader is a senator & the pair navigate their complicated relationship over the events of episode I & II.

setting: breaks in between the movies, please don’t think too hard on it because the timeline is a bit fuzzy to me in general :)

word count: 5.7k (HOLY SMOKES)

warning(s): canon typical violence, me not fully understanding the prequels & politics please forgive me, probs some inconsistencies with star wars canon, kissing

author’s note: hey everyone! i promise i’m still working on “your friend, ben” i just have had this story stuck on my mind for a while. i plan on expanding this into a second part because we don’t really see what the intro alludes to with it’s angsty description (it will come, i promise!). i’m nervous about how this will be received only because i’m not as well versed with the ins & outs of the prequels. that being said, i still hope you can find something to enjoy within this.

thank you!

What are we? You had asked him. Doomed, forbidden, foolish. Those were the words that came to mind. Good, heavenly, wonderful echoed in his mind, louder. Obi-Wan could not understand how something so right could be the very antithesis of his being.

He had been warned of this very thing. He had been told to guard his heart. He had been told not to stray from his purpose. He did not listen. He couldn’t help it, really. He was convinced that it was fate, something even Master Yoda could not deny.

Something so strong that no amount of training could stop him from loving you. It was blunt and forceful, ironic considering his devotion to the force is what kept him from you.

It had started off innocently enough, merely as a pursuit of companionship with you. When you had first met Obi-Wan it was before the true weight of the war was known, before the death of democracy and freedom. Both of you were far younger and more hopeful. With blazing eyes and determined hearts, you each shared a passion for helping others.

That was probably the first thing Obi-Wan noticed about you, your selfless and compassionate nature. You’d admired his strong sense of duty and morality. It was a shame you’d grow to become a threat to those traits.

Your first encounter was simple enough, Obi-Wan was assigned to oversee your appointment as a senator and your induction into the Republic. The ceremonies had gone well, no need for Jedi interference after all, and there was a party being hosted in your honor.

After Obi-Wan essentially lived as your shadow over the three week long process, you’d grown to enjoy his company and, though you’d never admit it aloud, crave it. Obi-Wan always told you the truth, something you valued considering the lack of it in politics. He was a righteous man with a good heart, you didn’t take his character for granted.

You’d insisted on him making an appearance at the party and with enough convincing on your part, he obliged.

You kept me safe this entire time, the least I can do is let you to partake in the festivities! Sort of a means to an end, you had told him.

Obi-Wan had argued that since there was no danger there was really no reason for him to celebrate.

You then commanded him that your first act as a senator would be demanding Jedi involvement at the party, specifically, a dance.

So obliged maybe wasn’t the right terminology, forced was more fitting.

Nevertheless and ever the dutiful Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi made his appearance. What harm could acting as your shadow for one more night do?

Though he loathed politicians, he found himself enjoying the evening. Even if he was just watching as a figure in the background, he could see the joy radiating off of you in your smile and how thrilled you were for your future. It was something you’d worked hard for, after all.

You had been busy chatting with your guests and attending to the caterers, making sure to thank them before you recognized Obi-Wan. You approached him with a grin and refrained from pulling him into a hug, instead extending your arm for a handshake.

His hand grasped your own and he shook it gently, a small smile forming on his face.

“How do you feel?” You asked excitedly.

“Glad that you stayed safe.” He answered sincerely.

“Thanks to you.” You pointed out. “I’m grateful, truly.”

“Well, on behalf of the council, I’d like to congratulate you on the beginning of an exciting career.”

Your nose wrinkled at his formality, “Hearing you refer to politics as exciting has got to be a bigger surprise than you actually showing up here.”

He chuckled lightly at that, “I suppose so.” He then continued with a hint of a smirk, “But if I remember correctly, this was an order from you, Senator.”

The emphasis on the way he said senator made your stomach flutter, but you shoved the sensation down. You rolled your eyes at his retort and broke eye contact, glancing around as live music started to play and couples began to pair up.

Before you could say something fill the silence, Obi-Wan spoke up.

“I would have come either way.” He announced. “I must admit while this is not my scene, I’ve enjoyed your company.”

You turned back to him with a shocked expression, his admission leaving you silent.

“For a politician, you don’t seem to have a lot to say.” He quipped.

You blinked at him, dumbfounded, and cleared your throat before speaking, “As a politician, I’m not used to blatant honesty. You’ve simply surprised me, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

He frowned slightly, “Is that good or bad?”

You eyed him with an amused expression, “For an all powerful Jedi, you seem to have a lot of questions.”

He laughed and you joined in, embracing the warmth that came from the interaction.

“You really are a politician.” He said, laughter still evident on his expression.

“And you really are as noble as they say.”

Obi-Wan smiles and his eyes only seem to amplify the tenderness behind it.

“I have something for you.”

He quirks his brow up at your statement, “Oh?”

You fumble in your pocket before pulling out a silver pendant attached to a brown leather band. It’s engraved with the Jedi emblem and a branch of leaves weaving through it. You hand it to him and he gently places it in his palm, tracing the indentions in the silver stone.

“The branch represents friendship and good-intent, it’s a message for anyone who encounters my planet, one of hope.” You explain, watching as he inspects the piece.

“I hope it’s not too much or anything, I just wanted you to have something as a token of my thanks.”

He looks up with an unreadable expression and pockets the trinket, “It’s perfect, really. Thank you.”

You nod, “I wanted to give it to you before you left, you know, as something to remember me by.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to forget you.” He admits.

“Now you’re really mocking me, Obi-Wan.” You say lightheartedly, refusing to even acknowledge the vulnerability from his last statement.

Obi-Wan’s mouth opens to reply, but a man comes to your side and offers you his hand.

“I’d love a dance, Senator.”

You smile gracefully and accept the man’s offer, bowing to Obi-Wan before mouthing a silent goodbye.

He watches as you dance with the man and twiddles with the pendant in his pocket. The words ‘it represents friendship’ echo in his mind. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t touched by your actions. Obi-Wan had grown fond of you over the past few weeks, something he wasn’t sure what exactly to do with.

As the party died down and guests started to leave, the young Jedi still remained. He was leaning against a column in the foyer before you finally noticed his presence after waving goodbye to a guest.

Your furrowed your brows when you saw him, “You’re still here?”

He nodded, “My job isn’t done yet.”

“I haven’t requested anything else.” You replied, confusion evident in your voice.

“I believe I owe you a dance.”

That surprised you.

Two for the Jedi, none for the senator.

“I was only teasing when I requested that.” You explained.

“I know.”

Obi-Wan extended his hand towards you. You cocked your head at him with as if asking really?

He offered you a reassuring smile and nod in return, beckoning you towards him. A childlike grin, despite your best efforts, found itself upon your face. You approached him slowly and bowed before placing your hand in his. His other arm went around your waist and you placed your free hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. The music playing was somewhat slow and let the two of you fall into a nice pattern of swaying.

You felt the warmth radiating off of his body and decided to lean into his touch, craning your neck to speak lowly in his ear, “You really didn’t have to do this.”

“I don’t mind.” He answered simply.

You pursed your lips and continued to sway with the music, “I didn’t realize dancing was part of a Jedi’s duty.”

He shrugged and dipped you slowly, flashing you the most infuriatingly handsome grin, “It’s not. I just happen to be good at it.”

Your head rolled back as you laughed at his cockiness, something you didn’t expect from him. He joined you in laughter and as you faced him once more it became clear how close your bodies really were.

“Besides, it’s the least I could do.” He offered.

“For what?” You asked him.

The music swelled and he then spun you out before pulling you back into him gently.

Ever so close.

“As a thank you. For your company.”

His cool breath fanned over your lips as he spoke.

“It was my pleasure.” You respond, never breaking eye contact.

You continue to dance together, both of you pretending not to notice how close you’ve gotten and how the air around you has shifted. The music has slowed significantly and you continue to look at one another while swaying, your eyes reflecting what could only be described as tenderness.

His gaze flicks from your eyes to your lips and if there ever was a time where a kiss was expected, it was now. Obi-Wan slowly leaned closer into you, leaving your noses brushing against one another, your lips one slight move away from touching. A silent question hung in the air, a question asked by him, with an answer expected from you.

But you knew it wouldn’t do any good. He should’ve known that, but he didn’t seem to care. You were frozen, not giving into the moment, but not wanting to give it up either. It was a weird feeling, to want something so bad and withhold from it, only to keep the tension of it alive.

Just as the weight of everything started to crush in on you and you considered the possibility of leaning in, the song ended and couples around you broke contact, bowing to one another. You both stayed locked in your embrace. It felt as if the air around you had stilled and no one else was around.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before breaking the contact and smoothing your gown. When you look back at the man in front of you his expression is unreadable, yet again.

You nod at him, hoping it says everything you’re feeling, but knowing that’s not possible.

He smiles, understanding an implied thank you from you this time, “It was my honor.”

You start to walk away, but he reaches out and squeezes your hand gently.

“I look forward to hearing about everything you do, Senator.”

You turn around and smile warmly, “And I, you.”

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if he’d see you again, but he kept the pendant from you, he didn’t delve too far into why. He kept it fastened to a loop on his belt, a reminder of your friendship.

It was a year or so before he saw you again. You both had changed a lot since then. You were well into your career, a successful one at that, and he had been busy with his padawan, Anakin Skywalker.

You were relocating permanently to Coruscant to be closer to the senate and more involved in your work. What you hadn’t expected was to run into Obi-Wan Kenobi right as you arrived at the capital.

“Senator!” A familiar voice called out.

You recognized the smooth voice instantly as he called out your name this time, no title necessary. When you turned around, you were face to face with the Jedi master and his padawan. He looked good, you noted. His hair had grown out and his features were somehow even more handsome than before.

“Master Kenobi, it’s a pleasure.” You greeted warmly, a genuine smile gracing your face.

His eyes twinkled and he returned the smile with his own brilliant kind.

The kind that would make you swoon.

The kind you needed to stay away from.

“The pleasure is all mine, I’ll have you know I’ve been keeping up with your career since just a year ago.” He admitted, almost bashfully. “You’re a force to be reckoned with.”

You chuckled lightly, “I’m honored that a humble senator like me would even cross the mind of a grand Jedi master, you must have an abundance of free time.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze shifted to the young man before him and he shook his head, “Not with this one around, I’m afraid.”

You directed your attention to the padawan and smiled kindly, “You must be Anakin.”

He nodded and extended his hand to yours, “I take it Obi-Wan has mentioned me before?”

You take his hand in yours and shake it firmly, “No, I only assumed.”

Anakin seems somewhat dejected. Obi-Wan arches his brow at your comment and you smile knowingly.

“You’re not the only one who’s kept tabs over the past year.”

“I’m flattered, Senator.”

Anakin’s eyes shifted between the two of you, you chose to ignore it.

So did Obi-Wan.

“Well, Obi-Wan, it’s my first time in Coruscant not confined to the Senate building and I can tell I’ve been missing out tremendously.”

He nods.

“What might a humble senator like me do on her off hours in such a place?” You inquired.

Obi-Wan considered your statement, taking it as more of a proposition than anything.

“Allow a friend to escort her wherever she pleases.” He answered finally.

You grinned at the Jedi and felt a warmth envelope your chest.

Maybe this move wouldn’t be so bad after all.

After he had dismissed his padawan, Obi-Wan dedicated the rest of his day to allowing you to explore the city and showing you all of his favorite spots.

He brought you to Dex’s for a meal, showed you an art exhibit that was his personal favorite, and even brought you to the temple gardens. You made note of a shop he pointed out mentioning it was where he bought good teas from.

You noticed through your trip that Obi-Wan was far more open now, something you think was good for him. He teased and even flirted, another thing you certainly weren’t going to complain about.

It felt as if you’d only seen each other the day before and no time had passed at all. The sound of his laughter was something you didn’t even know you had missed. His time in your life just a year ago, while significant, was only a three week period. It was strange how much a shared past could bond two people.

When you stopped for caf in the city, Obi-Wan was messing with his belt under his robe, “I want to show you something.”

“You’re making it very easy for me to take this in the wrong context.” You teased, eyeing the way he was fumbling with his belt.

He huffed lightly in amusement, “I assure you Senator, I would never.”

He continued to struggle before he grinned and extended his palm towards you, proudly displaying a stone pendant attached to a leather band.

You gasped lightly, “You still have that, after all this time?”

He nodded, “Of course I do. It’s a token of friendship, you don’t throw that away.”

You chuckled at his seriousness, “You’re right.”

“I’ve kept it fastened on my belt, I wasn’t sure why, but I just felt the need to keep it.”

“Politician’s guilt.” You joked, taking the pendant in your hand, examining it.

Obi-Wan smiled at you, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

“I’m impressed it’s not blown to pieces by now with all the action you see.” You mused.

“Actually I’m impressed you didn’t throw it away after I’d given it to you.” You said casually, running the smooth stone against your fingers.

He furrowed his brows in confusion, “Now why would I do that?”

“I didn’t think you liked me. You were so serious, so stoic.” You teased.

He frowned, “I’m not stoic.”

Maker, even his frown was handsome.

You grinned at him, “There, that’s what I mean!”

His frown deepened, “What?”

You tried to hold in a laugh, but your amused expression betrayed you.

“What is so funny?” He insisted.

His frustration only made his sharp features more handsome, but you’d never tell him that.

“Your expression, it’s the very face of stoicism itself.” You finally explained.

Obi-Wan scoffed and rolled his eyes, “That’s just my face!”

You shook your head and laughed lightly, “Besides, it was clear you didn’t like politicians, I never considered myself exempt from that.”

“You’re crazy! I was in awe of you Senator, your passion was remarkable and if anything, I was intimidated by your presence.”

You shrugged, “I don’t remember it like that.”

“If I remember correctly, I came to your after party and danced with you.” He argued. “I don’t see how you could misread my feelings towards you.”

“A party I requested your presence at, and a dance I demanded from you.” You countered.

“I told you I would’ve come either way.”

You pursed your lips, “Then I guess we were both equally as clueless.”

He sighed, “I suppose I’ll work on my stoicism, but you need to work on reading me if we’re to continue this friendship.”

You grinned and placed the pendant back in his hand, “Deal.”

Obi-Wan had ended the night by escorting you to your new apartment and with a gentle kiss to your the top of your hand. You were shocked by his informality, but in no way was it something you’d dare to bring up to the Jedi. He did not address the intimacy from the moment so you went along with it.

That was the start of his fall from grace.

Since that day, the two of you stayed close companions. He’d be seen escorting you to and from senate meetings, making sure you arrive safely. You could be found seeking out his company whenever you got the chance. Whether it was exploring the capital together or simply meeting for tea in the afternoon, you always made time for each other.

At the beginning, Obi-Wan was frequently questioned on his apparent attachment to you. He’d always write it off as looking out for you, pointing out that he witnessed the start of your career and had maintained a healthy friendship with you since. It seemed to satisfy those who inquired.

The questioning did not stop on his end however, you were also constantly asked of the nature of your relationship. You insisted it nothing more than a sense of safety and protection, something engrained in your being since the start of your career. You teased that it was his way of keeping himself from being lonely.

The two of you became a well known pairing across the capital, something the council did not approve of, but couldn’t really do anything about. Obi-Wan had assured them time and time again there were no attachments outside of the kind you have for an old friend or colleague.

You just happened to be both.

Besides, they had no reason not to trust him. You didn’t harm his image in any way, in fact, you seemed to have enhanced it. For a Jedi who hates politicians to be seen so close with a Senator spread the message of unity within the capital. Something no one would deny.

It wasn’t until a rather compromising conversation that made you worry of the Jedi’s affections for you.

“I think I’m going to get married.” You had told him.

Your announcement had shocked him, you weren’t courting anyone or known to have any close relationships besides him.

Instead of showing his surprise he simply sipped his tea and set the cup down, “When’s this happening?”

You sighed, “Well, my team seems to think it will help my image. An alliance with someone powerful is what they want.”

He hums slightly, “What do you want?”

“To not have to be married to be taken seriously.” You answered honestly.

Obi-Wan nodded in understanding.

“But, the more I think about it, the more it seems to be a reality I need to face.”

His brows furrowed, “You’re powerful enough without an alliance or marriage.”

You placed your head in your hands, “I know, I know. It’s an insult really, but one they continue to throw in my face until I eventually give in.”

Obi-Wan moved closer to you and bumped his shoulder against yours gently, “They should know better than to expect that from someone as stubborn as you.”

You chuckled and returned the gesture, leaning into him slightly, “You’re right.”

“Besides, what happens when you find someone you love and want to marry?” He asked.

“I don’t think I will ever marry.” You confessed. “Not for love anyways.”

Obi-Wan frowned, “What else is there to marry for?”

“Wealth, power, influence.” You listed out plainly.

“You’re sounding like a real politician now.” He said with a teasing lilt to his voice.

“I know. It’s a shame.” You sigh dramatically.

He laughs at your antics before taking another sip from his cup.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do about this, Obi-Wan.”

“Don’t get married.” He offers. “Tell them you won’t do it unless it was for love, that way you never have to. Then it’s an honorable lie.”

You consider his solution, nodding thoughtfully.

“That would work.”

“Don’t let it get out though, otherwise you’ll have loads of people hoping to woo you.” Obi-Wan warns, half teasing, half serious.

You chuckle lightly, “I doubt anyone would care. If anything I will have sealed my fate as the spinster senator.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Obi-Wan says. “I think you’re far more alluring than you realize.”

His comment makes you pause. It was frustrating how much of an effect his words had on you. Obi-Wan was always able to make something monumental sound like the most simple and true statement in the world.

“I think you’re far too fond of me to see reality.” You say finally.

You were right. He was far too fond of you.

Instead of arguing further, Obi-Wan basked in the silence you shared. Not an awkward kind, it was natural, comfortable even. Something he’d grown used to over the past few years.

Still, he could sense you wanted to ask something. It was radiating off of your body every second you spent in silence.

“You want to say something. I can feel it.”

You shift slightly towards him, resting your hands on your knees, “I’m not sure if I should. I wouldn’t want to offend you.”

His nose wrinkles, “I know you well enough to know you’d never miss an opportunity to offend me.”

“It’s a serious question.” You explain.

He hums, “Ah, I promise to answer it seriously then.”

You take a deep breath, choosing your words carefully, “I’ve just never heard of a Jedi having opinions on love.”

Your question doesn’t bother him. He nods in understanding.

“We don’t.” He answers. “But my master was more liberal in his approach to such matters. When I was younger, it was something I thought about often. How could we call ourselves protectors without love or attachments? I think love, whether it’s platonic, romantic, or familial, it strengthens us.”

He continues, his voice growing soft, “While my duties prevent me of experiencing it, I think of marriage as sacred and a celebration of love. Not something for politics to exploit.”

The words rolled right off his tongue so naturally, it was hard not to be somewhat affected by his confession, but you knew better than to go down that path. You weren’t sure what to say without compromising your heart even further, so you opted for telling the truth, a bitter one that stung.

“I think that’s beautiful, Obi-Wan.”

“I do too.” He affirmed.

You stay silent, your face pinched in contemplation.

“What?”

“If it were up to you, would you do it?” You almost whispered, fearing your words would shatter the tranquility around you, scare him away.

He doesn’t respond, he only looks at you earnestly before taking in a deep breath and nodding.

You don’t say anything.

“Knowing myself, I probably would’ve tried to marry you by now.” He confesses.

Your body stills next to him. With those words, it was Obi-Wan who had effectively shattered the air around you, leaving both of you helpless and surrounded by the aftermath of his sharp tongue.

He reaches out to take your hand, but you avoid his embrace with a swift recoil of your hand. It burned hot where his fingers had lightly grazed yours.

Your name falls off his lips, soft and light, but you interject.

“I think it’s best if you leave.”

Obi-Wan didn’t argue. In fact, he agreed with you. He wasn’t sure what came over him to be so honest, so blatant, and so not the Jedi he should be. Instead, he was a fool going down the very path he was instructed, begged, not to.

After he left, you spent hours revisiting various tender moments you’d shared, analyzing them and going down a tunnel you knew you shouldn’t. That one comment had managed to offset years of pushing away feelings and burying them deep. It made you reconsider your stance with the Jedi.

But before any headway could be made, Obi-Wan had come back to your quarters that night with an apology for his behavior. You accepted and only wished you two would not address the interaction again. He agreed.

It was a month before you saw him after that and the circumstances were far from glamourous. He’d been injured critically on a mission and it was entirely your fault. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a simple humanitarian trip you were taking to an outer rim planet. Obi-Wan was there as your guard, per your request, but you had assured him it wasn’t anything more than a peaceful visit. You were wrong.

It was a blur mostly, how everything went down. One minute you were in a crowd handing out rations and supplies with your crew and the next thing you knew there was a loud rumble and screams. You had reacted quickly, warning the people around you and helping them to what you hoped were safe buildings. The ground was shaking from explosions and smoke and dust quickly filled the air.

You kept assisting people around you and directing them to find shelter. The explosions were getting stronger and felt closer, adding more chaos into the mix. You kept searching for others in need of help, coughing as you made your way through the area.

Another explosion went off to your left and you stumbled a bit, but kept your balance. Rubble and debris was falling all around you and it became clear that this was no accident.

You relented on and were helping people who had fallen when you felt a firm grip on your arm, immediately recognizing Obi-Wan’s familiar hold on you.

“Obi-Wan!” You exclaimed in relief. “We need to get these people out of here! It’s not safe.”

His gaze was full of worry and he kept his hold on you, yelling above the chaos, “Senator, I need to see you safely aboard your cruiser!”

You tried to pull away, but his grip did not budge, “Not until we ensure their safety!”

“The only person’s safety I am concerned of is yours!” He insisted.

You shook your head vehemently, “My presence is the reason for this, it must be, and I will not let these people suffer because of me!”

The ground shook once more as another detonator went off, his grip on you loosened as you both stumbled.

“Please, come with me back to the ship!” He pleaded.

“We can’t leave like this!” You argued.

You managed to pull away from his grasp and started to run towards the smoke when Obi-Wan yelled out your name. You turned around to look at the man and beckon him to join you when horror etched itself upon your face.

Above the Jedi was a crumbling column and the debris was beginning to fall. You couldn’t do anything except watch and make your way towards him as fast as possible, crying out his name. That was the last thing Obi-Wan saw.

When he woke up, the first thing he felt was warmth. He could feel your presence, your very being. It engulfed him. You were worried and concerned. He felt a firm weight in his hand, it was yours.

You had been at his side since your crew brought his unconscious body on board. You felt horrible about being the reason he was pinned under the rubble, even more so being the reason for the attack in the first place. The Separatists had somehow got word of your humanitarian mission and had sabotaged it with a bombing.

You immediately arranged for aide to be sent to the planet. The only thing that kept you from staying was making sure Obi-Wan was alright. Things had been shaky since the marriage conversation and this seemed like a time to rekindle.

As he stirred awake your face lit up and you exhaled in relief.

“Obi-Wan.”

His name was like a lifeline when it left your lips, heavy and full of feeling.

He opened his eyes and turned his head towards you, squeezing your hand lightly.

“You’ve been out for a couple hours.” You explained. “You sustained some damage, but a lot of the larger debris managed to miss you.”

“Lucky me.”

You nodded, “A few days spent in bed and you’ll be fine.”

He hummed in acknowledgment, not sounding too thrilled at the prospect of being bedridden.

You took your free hand to fix his hair, carding your fingers through his soft auburn locks.

“Obi-Wan, I want to apologize.”

He shook his head lightly, closing his eyes, “It was not your fault.”

“It was. You would not have been near that column if I had just listened to you. You would not have been on this trip if I had not requested you. Your being here, hurt, is because of me.”

“I agreed to go on this trip, I chose to accompany you, it is no one’s fault.”

You shook your head, “You’re too kind to say it’s my fault, but it is.”

“You cannot go down that path. I’ve been there, it won’t lead to any good.” He insisted.

“I’m still at fault, no matter what you say.” You argued.

He huffed out a small breath, “Are you going to argue with me while I’m injured?”

You sighed and continued to stroke his hair, relishing in the way reacted to your touch, “Still, I’m sorry.”

He kept his eyes closed, “I’m not.”

You didn’t respond.

“You’re safe. That’s what matters.”

“Not to me.” You whispered. “I need you around, Obi-Wan.”

He opened his eyes to be met with your glassy pair.

“There isn’t a time in my career where I haven’t had you at my disposal, General.” You continued with a shaky voice, “I must admit that I have grown to care for you over the years, a little too much, I think. I just want you to be safe.”

‘A little too much,’ echoed in his mind, Obi-Wan smiled lightly.

“I am safe.”

You sighed again, but didn’t say anything.

“You forget yourself, Senator. My duty was to you, to keep you safe. I did my job and I have no shame for it.”

Your hand moved from his hair to cradle the side of his face, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone. He let out a contented hum at the movement.

“I wish there was a world where we could exist without all of this, then. Where we could just have each other.” You said quietly.

His cerulean eyes gazed back into yours earnestly, “As do I.”

You smiled at him sadly and leaned down to press a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Get some rest, General.”

You volunteered to take care of Obi-Wan when he returned to the capital and he did not refuse you. Part of it was guilt over his injury, but another part of it that you’d never admit to was simply wanting to take care of him. Obi-Wan never let people help him, he always went about things on his own and you knew it wasn’t good for him.

But he let you take care of him and that alone spoke volumes. You’d spent most of your time making his teas, reading together, and even cooking together. He insisted on helping with the food, he didn’t like to be still for so long.

Every night, you’d go to the balcony of his apartment and watch the sun set. It was something simple and serene, something that required no negotiations or arguing, something you could simply be in.

It was a solace to you both. Normally you sat in silence, but on the second night of his recovery, Obi-Wan broke it.

“If it weren’t for your company I would have returned to my duties by now.”

“You’re all better, then?” You inquire, staring off at the sun set.

“I think so. I’m restless.” He replies.

“You can still be restless and injured.” You counter.

Obi-Wan stays silent.

“What would you do on a day off, General? Perhaps there’s something light we can do tomorrow to abide your restlessness.” You suggest.

“I’d find you.” He answers.

You turn your face towards his and feel warmth spread across your cheeks at his words. His eyes are on you, inviting and tender.

“You’ve found me.” You manage to say, softer than you’d like, suddenly feeling like the air around you is thick.

“It appears so.” He muses.

You turn away, but can still feel his eyes on you. It makes your blood burn.

“I can feel you staring.”

“Would you like me to stop, Senator?” He asks, accenting your title teasingly.

You bite the inside of your cheek to hide a smile and clear your throat.

“No, I only think you’ll regret missing this brilliant view.” You say carefully.

“I don’t think I will.”

You let out a shaky exhale and put on a brave face, “Obi-Wan, I need you to listen for a second.”

“Okay.” He says pliantly.

You sigh and bask in the silence before speaking, before breaking the dynamic you’d grown to love, “I understand your want, Obi-Wan, and please don’t think I’ve not felt it, this care we have for each other. I have yearned over the years and pined and wanted. Truly wanted.”

You break his gaze, looking to the sun set once more, “My comfort has for these feelings has been knowing it, we, cannot be.”

He furrows his brows in confusion and approaches you, resting his hand on your arm gently, “I don’t understand.”

You look back up at him through your lashes, your gaze wistful, “But now you’re here, looking at me with the most lovely eyes I have ever seen, wanting, and I cannot go on denying it anymore.”

He strokes your shoulder with his thumb.

You lean into his touch and bring both of your arms to rest on his waist, “I want you, entirely.”

The weight of the confession leaving your lips is freeing, yet all the while terrifying to think of. It’s always been Obi-Wan laying himself out for you and this time, it’s you. No quick wit, no sharp defense, no excuses, just pure vulnerability.

A part of you fears this was a game to him, to see how long you’d hold out for. You lost the game if that were the case, but deep down you know he’d never do that to you. Another part of you fears this will be the end of both of you, a burning love that only leaves despair in it’s wake. If that’s the case, you hope the burn lasts long.

Not giving you anymore time to think, Obi-Wan wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. You exhale in relief and hold onto him tightly.

“I’m all yours.” He whispers, featherlight, into the crook of your neck.

You stay still for a moment before he pulls back to look at you, cupping your face in his hand, “May I kiss you, Senator?”

You swallow thickly before flicking your gaze over his lips and then back to his eyes, “You know, if we cross this line, we can never go back.”

He nods, “I’m aware of what’s at stake.”

You arch a brow, “And you’re still willing?”

“Without question.”

Those words were all you needed to hear. You inched your face closer to his and let your nose brush against his, as if making a move in a game, signaling for his turn. Taking his cue, Obi-Wan closed the gap between the two of you and pressed his lips to yours with a tenderness you didn’t know was possible.

It was sweet, slow, and loving. You let yourself live in the moment, memorizing the way his lips slotted against yours like they were made just for you, the way his beard lightly brushed against your skin, and his calloused hand against your cheek.

He smiled against your mouth and let his forehead rest against yours, “You’re wonderful.”

That night you refused to think of the reality of your situation, and instead you enjoyed Obi-Wan and all of his loveliness.

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your friend, ben | obi-wan kenobi

pt.I “rescued”

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x female!reader

part I

summary: obi-wan, now going by the name ben, rescues the reader after an encounter with pirates on tatooine. they both have a shared past, but covers to keep while inhabiting the planet. will their pasts get in the way of a possible friendship?

setting: set between episode III & kenobi (2022)

word count: 2.9k (omg i did not think it was that long)

warning(s): unedited writing, canon typical violence, slightly ooc obi wan (i say this because i’ve never written him before), let me know if i need to add more

author’s note: hey everyone! i’ve not written for a while now, but after watching kenobi, i was sucked back in. that being said, i’m really not sure how well received this will be. i have a general plan for the direction of the series, but i’m not sure if it’ll be wanted. still, i’m posting because i cannot get enough of obi-wan & i hope i can do the character some justice with this. i didn’t want the reader to be related to the jedi & i do have a plan for her & some conflict we’ll see soon. all i’m saying is i’m getting megara & hercules vibes from the reader & obi-wan.

please let me know if you’d like to read more!

i hope you enjoy!

27 BBY, Tatooine

It was a dark night in the desert, the air was cool, and the lack of sun welcomed all sorts of creatures to reveal themselves. Night on Tatooine was anything but serene. The shadows held secrets, cruel intentions, and wicked characters allowed to come out of hiding and roam free. Daylight offered safety and security, the twilight offered no such comfort.

The nightlife of Tatooine made up for its ordinary and rural daytime habits. The land was lawless past sundown. With crime high, security low, and a lack of imperial interference, this was every criminals’ playing field. Obi-Wan lived far from the epicenter of the planet’s crime world, far from anything lived in really, but ever so often there were stragglers. Like tonight.

There was a group of three figures, a rodian, a droid, and a figure shrouded in armor. Pirates or bounty hunters, maybe a mix of both. The closer the group got, Obi-Wan realized there was a fourth figure. Shrouded in a cloak with their head hung low and binders around their wrists, a captive.

The group suddenly stopped, not close enough to his home for him to pick up on conversation, but not too far to be out of eyesight. The three pirates moved to form a line and face the bound captive, their weapons aimed. Whatever intentions this band had, they were not hiding it. He hesitated, not sure whether to turn the other way or help the clear victim in the situation. It could very well be a trap of some sort. Whoever these people were, they didn’t acknowledge his presence if they know of it.

As he slowly approached the group, hiding behind rock formations, their voices were more clear.

The cloaked figure, still bound, spoke with confidence, “You’re making a mistake, boys.”

Her voice had a slight drawl to it, but it was clear she wasn’t from Tatooine. She sounded regal, her tone matching that of the politicians Obi-Wan had been surrounded by in the days of the Republic. Something about it was familiar enough to set off a light in the back of his mind, but besides the borderline familiarity he felt upon hearing the voice, he set it aside.

The armored man snickered and the rodian retorted right back in his native language.

It’s you who is mistaken. If you don’t come with us, you’ll never make it through the night.

You spit at them in response and shook your hands once more, attempting to reset the binders on your wrists.

The man in armor took a step forward and kept his blaster aimed at your head, “We have two options here: you agree to come with us and we wait for your ransom to be paid by your boss, or we leave you here defenseless in the night and come back to find you dead or gone by sunrise.”

“That’s assuming my boss doesn’t know you’re the ones who took me. Which I’m sure he already does or will figure out given the lack of rapport among you criminals.” You retorted, nodding to the other pirates.

The man chuckled, “Not if we’re the ones who return you and lead the crusade to finding your killer.”

You snorted at that, “No one would believe it for a second. You’d be just as dead as me!”

He stepped closer and pressed the blaster right against your temple, “You’re not leaving me with many options, sweetheart.”

You kept your chin high and spoke lowly, “You do realize that if I were to go with you it would be clear who my kidnappers were when you jump ship and leave this planet. You’d be putting a price on your head even you could never balance out, Jorel.”

The man, Jorel, held your gaze and lowered his gun, “Then I guess we’ll just have to leave you here.”

Before he could turn around you kneed his stomach and kicked his blaster out of his hand. The droid and rodian immediately cocked their guns at you before you could do anything else. Jorel stood back up and was laughing.

“The golden girl has some fight in her. Jabba would be proud.” He sneered.

He dusted himself off before making his way towards you. You scowled at him as he approached your frozen figure, still restrained. He held your chin and spoke lowly, “I wish I could say I’ll miss you, but that’d be a lie.”

You turned your head sharply and refused to meet his eyes, choosing to look at the ground, “If you think there will be no consequences to this, you’re wrong.”

He snickered, “I don’t think you know enough about this to really understand you won’t live to see the consequences.”

You stayed silent. Jorel gave a small nod to the others and they started to move around and behind you. In a swift movement, he shoved your shoulders back. Unable to catch yourself due to your restraints, you landed on the coarse sand with a thud. The shove knocked the air out of you, causing you to gasp for breath and strain against the binders.

Jorel crouched down to whisper in your ear, “I know you know better than to make any noise in the night, but just in case…”

He trailed off and before you could think, much less say anything, you felt a swift, yet forceful hit to the base of your jaw. It knocked you out.

When you wake up, your head is pounding and your chest feels tight. You slowly open your eyes to an unfamiliar room and furrow your brows as you take in your surroundings. Your vision is blurry, but you can make out shapes and implied lines. It’s a small room, a pallet of light neutrals and brown. You’re laid out on a cot with a thin blanket strewn lazily across your form.

You try to sit up, but your body is screaming for you not to. You barely lift your head up before you give up with a groan.

“Ah, you’re up.” A cool voice calls out.

“Where am I?” You ask, voice hoarse.

A man is walking around and he comes back to your side and gazes down at you. Your eyes begin to focus when he gets closer and you take in his features.

Maker, you must be dreaming. It can’t be him.

“You’re safe. Away from those pirates and recovering well, all things considered.” He answers simply.

“Pirates?” You repeat, furrowing your brows.

The man nods and gestures over to a pair of binders that rest on a small table. A dull pain makes itself known along your jaw and the memories of Jorel and his gang start to flood your mind.

“Oh, no. This can’t be a dream then.” You mumble, more to yourself than the kind stranger who rescued you.

“A dream?” The man repeats.

You chuckle dryly, “I’d only see a face like yours in my dreams.”

Jorel had to have done more once you were knocked out, your body should not be this weak. You struggle to sit up and settle on resting your weight on your elbows before looking the man up and down.

Right height, same build, same features, same eyes. It was definitely him. You’re staring. Who wouldn’t be? But, before you can inspect him further, he’s left your side and rummaging around in a wooden chest.

“They must’ve hit your head pretty hard then, I’m afraid my face is far from what I’d hope anyone could dream of.” He calls out over his shoulder.

You shake your head lightly, “No, it’s not that. You look like someone I once knew.”

The man stills, his back to you.

“A friend.”

“I have no friends.” He announces finally.

You stay silent, not sure where to go from there. He makes his way back to you with a small, warm cloth in his hands. He hands it to you and you place it lightly under your jaw. You study his face once more, becoming more sure by the second that it was in fact Obi-Wan in front of you.

If he recognized you, he didn’t address it.

You weren’t sure if the former Jedi would even be able to recognize you now. The last time you saw him would have been in the glory days of the Republic. Before both of your lives had been dashed away like a small speck of stardust in an instant. You represented the last of a dying age, the strength of the senate before it was corrupted. The galaxy had been far from kind to you since the rise of the Emperor.

You could only assume Obi-Wan endured a worse fate, judging by the fact that he now lives in the farthest point of the galaxy from anything significant. The man in front of you was no longer a regal warrior. He was aged, tired, and most of all, his eyes practically drowned in sadness. His soft auburn hair was grown out above his shoulders and there were silver strands poking through. His face, still handsome, adorned some new lines and wrinkles. You noted that they seemed to enhance his features more than anything.

You wondered how long he’d been here. Surely someone as powerful as he would choose a better place to exile. You weren’t here by choice. No one was here by choice. Maybe he wasn’t either.

You hesitate before questioning him, “What might I call you?”

He looks into your eyes and you can see a hint of recognition behind them, but he does not play with the idea.

“You can call me Ben.”

You nod slowly, “Well thank you for rescuing me, Ben.”

He doesn’t reply, instead he sits down on a wooden stool next to your cot.

“So, who exactly did I rescue?” He asks carefully, staring straight ahead.

You frown, unsure if he’s playing a game, or if he truly doesn’t remember you.

You answer honestly, confirming Obi-Wan’s suspicions. He could not ignore it anymore or chalk up your appearance and mannerisms to a mere coincidence. But the last time he saw you, you were on Coruscant, a senator, not someone taken hostage on Tatooine of all places.

“I take it that you’re not from here, then?” Ben asks.

You shake your head, “I got here a few years back.”

‘Before you became a war criminal and I fell from the ranks of a leader to something as insignificant as a grain of sand on this planet’ stays on your tongue, better left unsaid.

“I haven’t wanted to go anywhere else since.”

The words feel bitter rolling off your tongue, their aftertaste leaving nothing but spite behind. The statement surprises Obi-Wan, he’d assumed you were on a mission of some sort, not an inhabitant of this planet.

He studies you, his eyes flicking from your own to your injuries.

“You should be fine once you get some rest. Nothing’s broken.”

You nod, “I’m grateful, Ben. I must admit I wasn’t sure what would become of me at one point.”

“You say that as if you deal with this sort of thing often.” He muses.

You chuckle lightly, “I’m afraid I do.”

His brows raise up at your admission, “You ought to be more careful, then.”

You shrug, “I always manage to get out unscathed.”

He snorts at that.

You turn and look at him with an amused expression, ��Besides, I always have friendly desert hermits save me in the night.”

Obi-Wan lets out a small smile at that. You sit in what you could only call a sweet silence before he clears his throat.

“I suggest you stay the night, I know those pirates are not the only dangers out there this late.” He announces.

You raise your brows, feigning shock. “My, my, desert hermit! Maybe I was too quick to call you friendly.”

He rolls his eyes, “If you’d like to be at the disposal of sand people, be my guest.”

You pretend to consider it.

“Their intentions may be more pure than yours, Ben.” You retort with a sly smile, accentuating the drawl on his ‘name’.

Obi-Wan huffs out a breath of air before turning to you with an amused gaze, “Do you always try to seduce your rescuers?”

“Do you always let it go this far?” You counter.

His smile fades and turns into a slight frown, “As I told you, I have no friends. It’s rare I get a ‘hello there’ from a stranger, let alone a come on.”

His honesty baffled you, the Obi-Wan before had a sharp wit as his defense, this one just seemed to have blatant honesty. Maybe that was the difference between an Obi-Wan and a Ben. No show, no defenses, just honesty. Something the war could’ve benefitted from.

“Well, if you’d like, I could be your friend.” You offered, angling your body towards his.

Obi-Wan sighed, “I can’t imagine what you’d gain from being my friend. I’m a lonely desert hermit as you so eloquently put it.”

“I never said lonely.” You interjected.

“It was implied.”

You pursed your lips at his retort. Clearly, any semblance of the man’s pride from before was worn down. You had the desert to thank for that.

“I don’t know about you, Ben, but it’s not often I encounter a friendly face.”

Familiar as well, you thought.

You continue, “That in itself is something to gain from a friendship. Kind eyes in a less than kind world.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t agree more, but there was something keeping him from acknowledging the fact that you were no stranger to him. It was a strong feeling, tangible in the air around you, that this was not the time. He was sure you’d already recognized him, but he felt certainly that you’d both be more than happy not to open up wounds of the past so soon.

Plenty of time had passed and it changed him, he knew it had changed you as well. Though you seemed normal on the surface, he could sense a shift in your countenance. Something only true despair and loss can do to a person. Something he recognized on his own face every time he saw his reflection. Though your strong will had not died, something else had. There was less of a warmth around you, something that had enveloped and surrounded him in the past.

A part of him wondered again if this was a trap. He couldn’t imagine what could possibly bring someone like you to place like this. You deserved to be in far better conditions than this, he’d seen you thrive on Coruscant and light up a room with your aura. Something dark must have happened, he was sure of it. He did not question it was the Emperor’s doing, no one as bright as you could be left to their own devices. You’d be a constant threat to the Empire.

Breaking himself out of his thoughts, he looked to you once more, “I suppose you’re right.”

You smiled softly, “I usually am.”

“Although, if we are to be friends, I need at least a days notice for when you’re in need of rescuing.”

If only he knew.

“I’ll make sure to keep you informed then.” You told him, your smile not quite meeting your eyes.

He nodded in approval before you spoke again.

“If we are to be friends, my one condition is that I need you to know what you referred to as a ‘come on’ earlier was no such thing.” You stated matter of factly.

“Ah, my apologies then.” Obi-Wan replied.

“Believe me when I say you wouldn’t be able to handle it.” You continued.

“Because you know me so well.” He interjected.

You nodded firmly, “As I said before, desert hermits rescue me frequently and they happen to be my area of expertise.”

At that, Obi-Wan, or Ben, apparently, let out a hearty laugh. It was something you hadn’t expected, something he did not expect either. This was probably the first time he’d even conversed with someone not involving directions or orders.

It was dangerous, Obi-Wan thought. He shouldn’t let someone in after all these years, risk blowing his cover. Especially someone he knows, or rather, knew. He has no true familiarity with this version of you; the kind he rescues from pirates at night on Tatooine of all places. Although he’d been your security detail more than once in his days as a young knight, so this was really an example of what had been prevented by him in the past.

What puzzled him more was the fact that you lived here. Even more so the fact that you didn’t address him, or really, past him. Obi-Wan, not Ben. It seemed you were in some sort of hiding as well. From what, he did not know. Though if the friendship were to continue, a secret part of him hoped to find out. To be able to be honest with you. That being said, he wasn’t sure what this could even lead to. Everything in his mind told him not to engage, but he had to trust that the universe sent you to him for a reason.

It was not like Obi-Wan to think that way, but after so many years alone, it had started to wear him down more than he’d like to admit. It was foolish really, to think anything good could come from you reuniting. But, a companionship with you seemed too tempting to say no to.

He chose not to dig further into why.

By the time you had woken up, Obi-Wan was gone. The only sign you hadn’t imagined him taking you in was a note next to you when you woke up. It read:

Stay out of trouble.

Until next time.

Your friend, Ben

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