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miseries-mistress · 1 year

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until i have day 5 of my christmas event published, here are some headcanons about obi-wan since i didn't get to write him.

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He doesn't know how to express his thankfulness for gifts. Even with all his flowery language, his expressions give away everything.

He's the most thoughtful gift-giver. He remembers everything when someone is talking about stuff that they want. It might be as simple as a necklace from a vendor on a foreign planet that Ahsoka wanted but didn't have enough time to get, but he stays behind and get it for her. It all accumulates to presents with lots of thought and meaning.

He gets very embarrassed when someone receives a gift from him and thanks him profusely. He enjoys giving gifts to others, and having people say how thoughtful it is or how grateful they are can make him a little shy.

He is the type to have a trash bag to clean up the wrapping paper after every gift…need I say more?

He's impartial about snow when he's in it. He doesn't like how cold it is, but he loves the feeling of it. When he's inside, however, he adores the look and aesthetic of it, especially on Christmas. It makes his entire morning have a white Christmas.

But he finds a lot of peace sitting by the Christmas tree with a warm cup of tea. Especially if it's with friends. He will sit on the sofa while Anakin and Ahsoka unwrap gifts and the Christmas tree is alive with an assortment of beautiful bright hues. Those moments mean more than he could ever convey.

He's the type to plan out when he will do everything. Wrapping presents? He plans down to the hour. Decorating? He did that at the beginning of December. He never goes out for last-minute gifts because he has his shit together, so Christmas Eve is a breeze for him while Anakin is running around last minute trying to find presents that every store is sold out of.

He stresses over Christmas even though he has everything figured out. He most likely worries that he will forget something and prepares for a "just in case" scenario (i think his planning is just Obi-Wan's desperate grab for control over something he can't quite entirely control.)

I think he got his intense planning tendencies from Qui Gon because I know that man did not seem prepared at all. He left anything and everything at the last minute, and Padawan Obi-Wan would freak out over Qui Gon being seemingly unprepared when in reality, he had a plan, and that kind of stuck.

BONUS: Anakin is the exact opposite of Obi-Wan in every way. He relies on Obi-Wan to plan for him knowing damn well that he will, and he doesn't worry over things knowing that Obi-Wan will take care of them. He can handle being yelled at by him for being "unprepared" if it means he has less to do.

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arctrooper69 · 1 year

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Jedi Come Down

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS

In the aftermath of Order 66 and Anakin's supposed death, Obi-Wan struggles with his feelings of guilt.

WARNINGS: PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING. Viewer discretion advised. This is a bit darker than my usual fics. S*icidal ideation. Self blame. Survivors guilt. Major angst with a some comfort towards the end. I'm here once again to make you feel things (Sorry, not sorry😂).

A/N: I had a lot of thoughts and feelings after re-watching tcw. Song that inspired this fic here.

BY CONTINUING, YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT YOU'VE READ THE WARNINGS ABOVE

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He had never felt pain like this. It was overwhelming, all-consuming, and mind-numbing. It weighed on his chest, so heavy that he wondered if it might physically kill him. In a matter of days - no, in a matter of hours, the great Obi-Wan Kenobi had gone from High Jedi General of the Grand Army of the Republic to a homeless, broken fugitive. How far he had fallen.

Pathetic. Coward.

He sat on the ledge of a rocky cliff overlooking the miles of sand that stretched out endlessly leading away from the busy streets of Mos Eisley; an empty spotchka bottle dangled from his fingers. He let out a gruff, humorless chuckle. So it had come to this - a Jedi Master losing himself to the bottle. So uncivilized. So unbecoming.

So weak.

You are stronger than this, a small voice scolded him from the back of his mind. For some reason it sounded like Cody. Get up, General. You have mission to accomplish.

Obi-Wan chuckled dryly. Cody was probably dead just like everyone else. That, or a brainwashed slave to the newly risen Empire. If those were the choices, Obi-Wan hoped he was dead.

You should jump, another inner voice prodded him, louder this time and in the lilt of his own voice. There's no point anymore.

Maybe the thought carried some truth. There was no more Republic to fight for and no more Jedi to defend the weak.

It's hard to be the ones who survive, General, came Cody's voice again. Don't give up. Don't give in. If you do that, the enemy wins.

Obi-Wan sighed, exhausted. Drained. It wasn't the first time that he'd seen ghosts. He used to feel them all the time as whispers in the Force like sighs on the wind. They were whispers of a peaceful wisdom to his innate hunger for justice. There had been a time when he was open to it - receptive to whatever the Force would teach him, or whatever it would reveal to him. Master Yoda taught patient, practiced meditation, and under his tutelage, Obi-Wan grew in both strength and wisdom. Master Qui-Gon taught him that a quiet spirit revealed much through the Force. Through their teaching and careful training, he found courage in the voices of the Force as he fought.

Now all Obi-Wan could hear was silence.

"I hate you!" screamed Anakin. The anguished cries still lingered in his ears. They haunted his dreams and he knew they would do so for the rest of his life.

"I hate you!" This time it was his own voice that echoed Anakin's cries, mocking him.

Vader. Obi-Wan reminded himself. Vader. Not Anakin. Anakin was dead and had been for some time - even before that final confrontation. He cursed himself often for it. How could I have been so blind? How could I have missed his pain? His anger? His suffering? A Master was supposed to protect his charge, to be in tune with their emotions, to offer them reassurance, and to guide them down the right path. Obi-Wan had failed at all of those things and Anakin was dead because of it. Vader had killed him slowly and Obi-Wan let it happen. He could see it now, through past eyes. Hindsight was always clearer. Anakin had always struggled with both his past and his future. He wore his emotions plainly and visibly through his actions. Though Anakin's struggle between light and dark had become visibly apparent on Mortis, something deep within Obi-Wan knew that it had not emanated there nor had it left him after.

A life of ever-present conflict left Anakin vulnerable, emotional, and raw. Master Yoda had seen that from the beginning, yet it had been Obi-Wan's selfish desire to fulfill a dying wish that brought the boy into the life of a Jedi; a life that would eventually lead to the best times of Obi-Wan's own life but also to the worst.

You were my brother Anakin, I loved you!

It was a bond of brotherhood that united the master and apprentice. Friendship forged and strengthened through the heat of battle. He'd seen it happen again and again throughout the war. Not only within the Jedi, but the galaxy as a whole. War bound people together in a way that little else could. Together, with Ashoka, Rex, and Cody, Anakin and Obi-Wan made a team - and a damn good one at that. The thought brought tears to his eyes. He huffed derisively, isn't it ironic? The only thing that cut through the numbness enveloping him was grief, and even that felt clouded.

Maybe they were right. I am a traitor. The images of bodies littering the temple floor flashed behind his eyes. They were younglings. Children. They didn't deserve this. They didn't deserve to die.

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"Master Kenobi..." a weak voice called out to him, cutting through the icy wall of horror engulfing the whole of him. He looked down at the voice only a few feet ahead of him. A youngling. Mortally wounded, barely clinging to life. Her force signature was faint, almost non-existent. He fell to his knees beside her. She didn't say anything else. Her agonal breaths came in shuddering bursts, each one weaker than the last. "I'm here," he whispered. "It's going to be okay." He held onto her small hand until the breathing stilled and her eyes glazed over. It had only been a few minutes but to Obi-Wan it felt like hours.

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She was only four. How could a four year old be a traitor of anything?

Guilt weighed on his chest, filling his lungs. He choked.

You didn't do it, General. Cody spoke again in his head. There's no point blaming yourself. There was nothing more you could have done.

Obi-Wan knew he was right, but why did it hurt so much?

You still have your mission, sir. Cody's voice sounded smaller, almost pleading.

Remember your mission. The twins need you.

Obi-Wan kicked at the rocks by his dangling feet, watching mindlessly as they tumbled down to the sand far below, clacking together and breaking apart as they bounced off the side of the cliff.

They're better off without you. Without your failure. You could have done so much more. You should have been paying better attention to the world around you. You're so selfish. If you'd only been more in tune with the Force. If only you'd been better at meditating, you would've seen this coming. This is your fault. It's all on you. Just jump. It's what you deserve.

Obi-Wan released his grip on the empty bottle and watched it fall.

General no! Cody's voice sounded much quieter this time. Begging. Weak. The sound of shattering glass pierced his ears as the bottle hit the bottom. Perhaps that's quite literally the definition of hitting rock bottom, he thought. The setting twin suns reflected off of the broken pieces of the smashed bottle, sending an array of oranges and reds onto the side of the cliff. It was morbidly beautiful. Obi-Wan shuddered and tore his gaze from the rocky sand below.

No.

He couldn't. It wasn't right.

See! His inner voice taunted, You're weak. You can't even die bravely.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes. He took a deep, shuttering breath.

No.

He couldn't. Not while the twins still needed him. They represented hope for an eventual end to the evils of the Empire. Master Yoda himself had said as much. Obi-Wan didn't feel hopeful right now, but refusing to give in was a good first step.

There you are, General. Cody spoke again, his voice sounded clearer now. That's good. Now stand up. Get on your feet.

In his drunken state, it seemed to Obi-Wan that he'd left his body; for a second it felt like he was just a simple bystander, watching himself from afar. Cody was standing there, holding out his hand. The Jedi hesitated for a moment and then grasped it. The Marshal Commander pulled him to his feet.

Obi-Wan stumbled to his feet. To the untrained eye it seemed that his hand which had so precariously held the bottle earlier was now grasping on nothing but air. But to Obi-Wan, he was grasping onto hope.

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A/N: Friends, if you're ever feeling depressed or s*icidal or even just feeling low, please don't hesitate to ask for help. I know it's hard and it can be scary, but there are people who love you. (And if nothing else, I love you!) You are so loved! Don't give up on yourself. Your favorite characters wouldn't want you to do that.

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adrunkskeletonsduck · 1 year

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Pᴜᴍᴘᴋɪɴ Cᴀʀᴠɪɴɢ | Hᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ 2022 Eᴠᴇɴᴛ Dᴀʏ 3

➜ Pairing: Obi wan Kenobi x reader

➜ Warnings: Gn!reader, mentions of knives, not properly proof read

➜ Word Count: 0.7k

➜ Notes: why are all my posts flopping this week >:(

Sᴛᴀʀᴡᴀʀs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | Eᴠᴇɴᴛ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

“This feels extremely weird my dear,” Obi wan commented to you, his arm elbow deep in a pumpkin as he worked on gutting it. His nose was scrunched in disgust, and his mouth was pulled into a deep frown.

“You get used to it,” you laughed, pulling the last clump of string and seeds from your pumpkin, then going to sink to wash off your hands – and forearms – of the slimy goo. Obi wan stood a moment after you as well, washing his hands and pressing a kiss to your temple as he waited for you to get done with the towel.

“This is an odd tradition of yours you know,” he told you, and you looked at him amusedly

“In a good or a bad way?”

“I’m not sure yet,” he replied as you both sat back down at the table.

“Well, I hope that you end up enjoying this ‘odd tradition’.” You grabbed the carving tools beginning to explain the process that you had memorized since early in your childhood, “So pretty much just stick the knife into the pumpkin and create a sawing motion with it using the design you drew as a guide.” You demonstrated, stabbing the pumpkin where you had previously drawn the jack o’lanterns eye, then taking the knife back and forth dragging it along the curves.

Obi wan watched intently as you showed him, “For the teeth I want a squarer, or pointed, shape instead of a rounded shape so instead of dragging it through to curve, pull it out completely and then stab it back in,” he nodded along with your words as you pulled the knife out of the half-cut eye and started on the mouth, showing him what you meant. Once you had finished showing him you looked at him

“Seems easy enough,” he said picking up the knife to start on his own pumpkin and beginning to mimic your actions. You giggled, remembering the first time you had carved a pumpkin.

“I wouldn’t say that...” Obi wan raised a eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips as if challenging your statement.

The next few moments passed in silence that was filled with the quiet music that you had turned on, each of you concentrating fully on your pumpkins. Obi wans grunts and huffs of frustration didn’t go unnoticed by you, but you didn’t comment on it. Your pursed lips that failed to conceal your triumphant smile conveyed the ‘I told you so’ that sat on your tongue clearly.

As you were pushing out the second eye out that you had just carved out, and going to discard it into the small trash bag laying on the table which held all the carved out pumpkin flesh, you heard Obi wan huff loudly in frustration and the clatter of the knife being set down onto the table.

“You weren't joking when you said this wasn’t easy,” he groaned. You laughed,

“It gets easier as you go, for now though, do you need help?” Obi wan nodded, and you stood from your seat to go behind him, and went to stand behind him to get a better look at his pumpkin. The curves looked a bit jagged. From the look of it he was having trouble with getting the curves smooth.

“Okay so it looks like you're having trouble cutting a clean curve so what we're going to do to fix the jaggedness of these is use this,” you picked up a different carving tool, reaching over his shoulder and begging to work as you spoke, “and cut the shape from the inside until it gets the shape smoother.”

Obi wans eyes were trained on you as you spoke, not completely listening to your words and instead focused on you. The look of concertation on your face as you worked, and the spark of passion for this in your eyes, you were truly beautiful.

“And just do that when cutting the rest of the round shapes, got it?” you finished, laying down the tools and looking at him only to find that he was already looking at you, “Obi...?”

“Oh, sorry, yes, I got it thank you love,” he replied, snapping back to reality. You laughed, placing a kiss to his lips and sitting back down, unable to shake the smile on your face. This really was going to be a happy Halloween.

#x reader #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #starwars #star wars #the clone wars #star wars tcw #obi wan star wars #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan clone wars #obi wan x you #obi wan x y/n #obi wan fic #obi wan kenobi fic #halloween fic #spooky season #jack o lantern #pumpkin carving

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diggeedugee · 1 year

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Hai guise Star Wars is pretty cool also posted this on instagram but the quality is doodoo

#star wars #obi wan my beloved #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka fanart #clone wars ahsoka #obi wan clone wars #star wars anakin #clone wars anakin

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stealingpotatoes · 1 month

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boy who's never seen a large body of water before + insane force abilities = a very tired obi-wan

(donation doodles! // tip jar)

#i love obi wan's teen mom era #obi wan kenobi #kit fisto #anakin skywalker #star wars #star wars the clone wars #my doods #jedi temple #skywalkers & water

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sabellart · 6 months

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he was the cool uncle

inspired by this post^

#star wars #tcw #the clone wars #sw fanart #sabeldraws #qui gon jinn #obi wan kenobi #kit fisto #shaak ti #quinlan vos

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milkcioccolato · 21 days

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Jedi Master Maul faces the greatest obstacle of his existence: being tiny

#he’s just a small baby boy #the smallest #until the wonder-twins come to save the day!#star wars #milks artsies #darth maul #maul #jedi maul #jedi obimaul au #obi wan kenobi #obi wan #obimaul #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #clone wars #princess leia #leia organa #luke skywalker

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cherriielle · 1 year

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the negotiator ⭐

#my art #star wars #may the 4th #obi wan kenobi #tcw #The Clone Wars #star wars fanart #may 4th #Illustration #artists on tumblr #art on tumblr #digital painting #portfolio #happy may the 4th everyone!!!

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an-old-lady · 10 months

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Here's the notes on the Medieval Fantasy Star Wars au! I'll add to this as I do more. If you're new here, this is the saga of me drawing Star Wars but like what if it was Fantasy?

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voidartisan · 1 year

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I think the Jedi council should have at least considered sending obi-wan over to Dooku to be like “yes hello I am here for sith training” just to see what would happen

#star wars #the clone wars #tcw #sw #obi wan kenobi #count dooku

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snawleyy · 2 months

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miseries-mistress · 1 year

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Hey friend! 👋 how about some starwars fluff. Maybe a date night indoors?

RELAX | OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: Tonight was a rare night dedicated to your comfort after a tiresome day that dragged on for more hours than it should have. You had tugged yourself to the fresher when your duties for the day came to a conclusion while Obi-Wan dressed the room for an indoor date, embraced with the promise of relaxation.

Warnings: female reader, fluff, purely fluff, literally nothing else but tooth-rotting fluff. W/C: 1674

Notes: it could be better, tbh, but i tried

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The soft, quiet blue of the holo illuminated the otherwise dark space, with the occasional speeder flying past the window in a blur of light. Snacks of various kinds were set on the small table before the holo, along with blankets draped ceremoniously across the couch. Obi-Wan bustled around his large apartment that he was granted along with the rank of Jedi Master.

Truly, he didn't know what to do with the space, for he was only one person until you entered his life. Your entrance was reflected in his apartment by the way you organized the various belongings he owned, like the caf machine you tilted at a certain angle or even the articles of your clothing he often found lying about his after long nights spent in each other's company, without the watchful eye of the Jedi and its council.

Amongst all the secretive meetings you had with each other, nights like these that promised the rest of leisure after a tiresome day seemed to matter more than the hurried movements of blinding ecstasy you often yielded to. That's why he had set up a date of sorts…well, he's never been on a date before, so really, Obi-Wan was going off of what he thought counted as a date; watching holofilms was the closest he could get to that while basking in the rare silver of quality time.

It wasn't as if you two lacked time together; that could be farther than the truth from the way you spend your nights together in the same plush bed to well into the morning, but your schedule today didn't coincide like it usually did. Typically your schedule provided you a couple of minutes together and then maybe teaching a class of younglings with one another, but today you two were stretched across separate sides of the Temple, Obi-Wan having to sit in meeting after meeting along with a hearing that took up a decent chunk of his afternoon while you were moving from training your own padawan to supervising a class of younglings…alone, which that in its right would exhaust anybody, Jedi master or not.

Obi-Wan wanted to dedicate tonight to the promise of your well-earned relaxation while relinquishing time within the presence of each other, for it had been too long since you spent any meaningful time with each other that didn't include sleeping, waking up, or eating. More than anything, you deserved a distraction from your active life, and if he could grant you such a pleasure, he would make sure every mynute detail was perfect.

Obi-Wan took one last look around the room, ensuring everything was in place before you emerged from the shower. The sound of the water being shut off made his eyes wander to where the bedroom door was left agape, the steam slowly wafting out into the main room where Obi-Wan stood almost robotically. Gods, how he had missed you. He knew, he knew that he was apart from you less than a day, but the day had dragged on and on without an end in sight from the sleep-inducing meetings on more war, stuff Obi-Wan didn't particularly like involving himself in for the borderline of politics was not one he wants to cross.

Your head peaked out of the doorway, your curves draped in a loose fitted shirt as you stepped out into the room where Obi-Wan fussed over the blankets. You extend your signature, brushing against his to let you in, and his mental barriers give way just as he turns around, sensing your presence. You offer him a tired smile, peering around him to see what he had been leaning over to do. The room was eloquently set with the promise of tenderness. Each detail of it, from your favorite holofilm, staring back at you to a cup of warm tea, puts you in a place far beyond the stars, bringing along a sense of elation that pulls you deeper into the spiral of love.

"I wasn't sure..."" Obi-Wan sheepishly rubbed his hands together, his eyes glistening with an embarrassed gleam at your awed expression. You took a step forward, embracing him and melting into his warmth. His arms snaked under yours to pull you deeper into the hug you seemed to be longing for. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his prickly facial hair skimming over your forehead as he pursued a kiss to your skin tenderly. The kiss might have been a simple point of contact, but its emotions convinced your heart to skip a beat and your chest to constrict with the earnestness of his feelings. There was a longing, one that made butterflies take flight in your stomach with the sincerity of his senses he was conveying to you. His lips left your skin a moment later, and his eyes gravitated to yours, sparkling under the faint blue glow of the holo. His body moves before he has time to react, and he's capturing your lips between his own, pressing every built-up desire and letting it tumble down the abyss of your heart. Your lips respond in kind, driving your passion as he leans into the temptation of your body.

It was meant to be a simple kiss to unravel the whirlwind of tension growing between you two after all the impulsive shared moments filled with unbridled lust you managed to sneak to slake your desire during the past week. And while they all provided fruitful memories, they could never truly amount to those delicate moments where the rest of the world seemed to melt away as if the Maker was granting you a distraction from your turbulent life filled with violence and sorrow. The kiss was something in between. The passion, desire, the rush of it all was there, but underneath the layers of your hearts was a timeless empathy that seemed to thaw the simplicity of craving and reveal nothing but the volume of his affections that made you go weak and dreamy.

He released your lip slowly as if savoring the last silvers of your sweetness before letting your burning lungs fill with the lost air. Your head falls to his chest as Obi-Wan's hands rub benevolent circles up and around your spine, bringing you into an acquainted state of serenity while washing away all doubts and worries gathered throughout the day.

"Better?" Obi-Wan's voice breaks through the veil of silence, and you nod before lifting your head from his chest.

"All thanks to you," you replied, offering him a gentle smile, which he returned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. You peer around him at the couch he had meticulously set up before looking back at him.

"Thank you," you softly whisper, and a faint blush dusts his cheeks as he realizes you are thanking him for the date. His head dips while his calloused hands move to rub up and down your arm.

"We can't go out for dates, so I figured this was the closest thing to it. I wasn't sure what to do, so…" Obi-Wan mumbles, clearly embarrassed by his own feelings, but you chuckle, bringing your hand to his face as you cup it, your hand resting over his ticklish golden-red hair. He leans into the touch, his eyes softening with the homely tenderness you never seemed to get used to.

"Thank you, my Obi-Wan."

Those words resounded through his head in an endless repeat, bouncing through every corner of his skull. He's sure he must look foolish with how he's gaping at you, his eloquent words stuck in his throat, floating loosely in his mind. My Obi-Wan. His chest gives an unfamiliar clenched at those words, dumbstruck by the way they lit a fire in his very essence. He was yours; heart, soul, and body, all entwined with yours in such a way that they could never be truly separated. He concealed the wide, beaming grin that threatened to break across his face, hiding his inner joy at your words.

"Now, c'mon, general, I would like to watch the movie sometime tonight." He lets you lead him to the couch as you pull the blankets over yourself. Obi-Wan is still trying to process the admiration in your tone, the gleam of truth in your eyes, and your feather-light touches that nourish his deprived spirit of the affection it craved. He thrived on it, flourished even, on the increments of the love you so graciously blessed him with. He needed nothing more now than the feeling of you in his arms, nuzzled within his taut muscles.

The movie played, the bright sounds and colors flashing over your entranced face as a gasp of surprise escaped your parted lips before the melodic sound of your laughter followed. Your body had lost all traces of trepidation, submitting fully to the desire of comfort with the taste of rest lingering in your movements. Obi-Wan happily spent the film admiring you, touching you in the purest way as if to prove that you were real.

A man such as himself should not be allowed to lose himself in your divine presence, caress your supple skin with the trace of his finger and bask in the warmth of your body, relaxed and safe within his embrace. But, as the night grew older, you two couldn't be happier trapped within your rare moment of peace as the war raged on beyond the borders of Coruscant, he could forget everything that wasn't you, and for once in his life, he was okay with that.

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