#obi wan kenobi angst

[make-me-imagine]

Worth Saving

Plot: When you are on a stealth mission in a rebel base, Obi-Wan must listen from a distance. When you are found out, injured and trapped, Obi-Wan races to save you, even when you tell him it's not worth it.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Gn!Reader

Prompt: A is alone and hurt badly, they can talk to B through an earpiece/phone. Eventually A stops talking and B thinks they lost them. But they find them alive.

Requested By: Anonymous; this is a really old mystery prompt request lmao

A/n: I don't recall if they've ever even used ear-pieces in Star Wars except for with pilots in their ships, or if they just like...don't exist. But let's pretend they do lol

Warnings: Mild cursing, mentions of blood and death, wounds. Pretty angsty. Lack of a sense of self-worth from reader.

Words: 2.3k

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You tapped on the new piece of hardware hanging over your ear as you walked through the darkened backrooms of the base.

"Is this thing working?" You asked in a hushed tone.

"Yes, I can hear you just fine." You heard Obi-Wan's voice come through with a small amount of static mixed in.

"Oh good, now I can have your voice in my head telling me all the things I do wrong all the time now."

You could almost hear the smirk on Obi-Wan's face at your sarcastic remark before he replied "Perhaps this will stop you from making your impulsive decisions then."

"Don't get your hopes up."

Obi-Wan smiled again as he checked his scanners again. Even in these kinds of situations you could always make him smile.

He was nervous for you, being alone in a rebel base with no real knowledge of what you were actually looking for. And he hated that he was so far away, unable to get closer due to the base's ability to scan for ships.

So you snuck in yourself. Obi-Wan insisted on coming too, but you needed someone to be prepared to get you out fast, besides, if you got caught, there was a higher chance of him being recognized. You had a better ability of blending in, and no one knew your face, you couldn't be tracked back to the resistance.

"Damn"

Obi-Wan's heart dropped when he heard you curse, immedietely sitting up in his chair his hands hvering over the ships controls in case he needed to make his way to you.

"Y/n? What is it?"

"Someones coming, hold on." Your voice was barely audible, but Obi-Wan held his tongue, and his breath.

You snuck into a nearby room and leaned against the wall in the darkness. The sound of people walking past echoed through your ears.

Your heart was hammering as you held the handle of your phaser tightly.

"Y/n?" Obi-Wan's voice spoke softly, worry obvious.

"I'm good." You whispered and you heard an audible sigh of relief.

Looking around the room you had snuck into, you realized it was full of computers and paperwork. Looking closer, you saw drives locked up in a cabinet. Your interest piqued, you inched closer, wondering if the information on the drives might be valuable.

"I found a bunch of data drives"

"Any way of knowing what's on them?"

Breaking the lock, you took as many drives as you could fit in your bag. "No Idea but I grabbed some. I'm going to try and get into their system."

Able to hack in, you were only able to find one file on a potential weapon development for the rebels before you suddenly heard the door behind you slide open.

You dropped down, trying not to be seen, but you weren't fast enough.

"There they are!"

Through the comm's Obi-Wan heard an unfamiliar yell before the sound of weapons fire was heard. Obi-Wan immediately started the ship and made his way towards the base.

Hearing you grunt in pain, Obi-Wan's heart dropped "Y/n?"

"I've been hit" You said with panic in your voice as you fired your weapon at the rebels. Killing one, and wounding the other, you managed to get out of the room.

You raced down the corridors, your abdomen burning from your wound. As alarms started to blare through the base, you looked for a way out, but as the sound of running approached, you felt a sense of dread wash over you.

"I'll be there soon Y/n, can you get to the pick up point?"

"I'll get back to you on that."

Weapons fire filled the comm's again and panic coursed through Obi-Wan. He knew it was too dangerous to send you alone, he hated that he didn't go with you, he hated that he didn't risk the resistance being linked to the mission.

When silence came through the comm's Obi-Wan spoke "Y/n, what's going on?"

He heard your heavy breaths through the comm "I can't get out, they've got the place flooded with people. Obi-Wan, they knew I was here. They didn't just find me, they were looking for me."

Obi-Wan's breath caught in his throat "Are you sure?"

You nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see you "Yes, they knew"

Anger and worry coursed through him, who found out? Or, who betrayed you?

"Where are you?"

"I found a small storage room, I'm hiding in, I don't know if they'll find me. If they do, I'm screwed."

"How are your injuries?"

You looked down at your body and you swallowed. After the first hit to your abdomen in the control room, the ambush of rebels in the hall did more damage. You had been hit in the shoulder, arm and leg. It wasn't good, you already felt your body weakening.

Your clothes were burned from the phaser fire, the wounds were cauterized, but blood seeped from them due to your desperate escape.

"Not good."

Obi-Wan's stomach turned "I'm almost there, just hang on okay?"

"Obi-Wan, don't"

"Don't what?"

"Don't come for me."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm too far into the base, it's too risky. And I'm too injured. It's not worth it."

Obi-Wan let out a scoff of anger and surprise.

"You mean you're not worth it?"

You always had this mindset. You always threw yourself into dangerous situations so other's didn't have too, because you thought you wouldn't be as missed, that you wouldn't be worth as much, that no one would really care if you died.

And he hated it, he hated that you didn't see your worth. He hated that you didn't see how much he cared.

Your silence told him exactly what he already knew.

"How can you still think that?" He asked, his voice desperate "How can you think after all this time, after all the people you've saved, that you aren't worth it?"

"It's an occupational hazard I guess." You spoke softly, obviously in pain, but he could hear the forced smile on your face as you spoke.

You were never one to want to worry him, so you always made jokes.

"Even if I don't think I'm worth it. It's too dangerous for you. The base is flooded with people, you may be a jedi, but you can't make it through all of them to find me. You'll get yourself killed."

"I'm coming to get you Y/n, nothing is stopping me."

Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you weren't sure if it was because of the pain, panic, or the way Obi-Wan was speaking.

"Is this what it feels like to be you, when I make reckless decisions?"

You heard Obi-Wan let out a soft huff "Yes"

"No wonder you always get so upset with me."

"Occupational hazard" He mumbled as his knuckles turned white due to the grip of his hands.

He could hear your voice slowly getting softer, you were loosing strength.

"I'm getting close Y/n, just hang on."

You could hear the sound of footsteps nearby and fear coursed through you. You pointed you weapon at the door, prepared to fire if needed. Even if you'd die here, you wouldn't let them take you out easily.

The footsteps faded and you felt relief wash over you. You hissed as a jolt of pain shot through your stomach.

"Y/n?"

"Obi-Wan, it's too late." Your voice was softer now, as your eyelids grew heavier. Your clothes slowly soaked with blood, your wounds aching.

"Don't you dare say that. I know you're stronger than this, so just stay awake, I'm almost there!"

Obi-Wan could feel himself losing to his emotions, but he didn't care, not now. He couldn't lose you, he wouldn't.

"Always so worried about me, always caring so much more than others. Why?" You were mumbling but Obi-Wan could still hear you.

Obi-Wan felt his eyes burning, hearing the pain and worry in your tone "Don't you know?"

"Yes. But If I'm going to die I'd like to hear it at least once."

Obi-Wan shook his head, "You're not going to die. You're going to hold on, and I'll tell you in person. How does that sound?"

"So now you're trying to bribe me into surviving?"

"Anything to make you stay"

You didn't notice your grip loosening and your gun falling to the floor, or the way your body began to slump. You tried to focus on Obi-Wan's voice, to stay awake, but you felt yourself falling into darkness.

"I don't...think I h-have...a choice"

"Y/n? Y/n!"

When you didn't response, and he was only met with silence and static, dread washed over him.

"Y/n?"

Seeing the base come into view, Obi-Wan began to land his ship. Fear, anger and determination coursed through him. He wouldn't believe you were gone, not until he found you. And if- if you were dead, he wouldn't leave you here, not alone.

Obi-Wan managed to get half-way through the base before encountering rebels. After a fight, and a light wound to his arm, he made his way through the base again.

Reaching out with the force, he felt for your presence, any sign of you nearby. Feeling nothing, he felt his heart clench painfully in his chest.

Suddenly, just for a second, he felt a familiar presence, a sort of warmth washed over him, but then it was gone. But it was enough for him as he picked up his pace, and began running.

Finding a small door sort of hidden in a corridor, Obi-Wan knew it would be the sort of place you would go too. Going in silently, his eyes immediately spotted you at the back of the small room and his heart dropped.

You were still, no movement could be seen. Your phaser was lying on the ground beside you, your hands limp and head to the side. Your clothes were soaked with blood, as phaser burns could be seen.

Obi-Wan ran to you taking your face in his hands. He felt relief wash over him. You were still alive, though barely.

He knew it would e dangerous getting you out. He'd have to carry you, but he was not leaving you. Scooping you up into his arms, he made his way out into the corridor. He could hear the sound of footsteps nearby. Taking a breath, he started to run, to get you to safety, so save you.

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You weren't sure how long you had been in the darkness, lost and numb. But slowly, you started to feel as though there was someone in the darkness with you. Like you were underwater and someone was reaching for you, all you needed to do was take their hand.

"Don't go Y/n."

The voice was familiar, but you had trouble placing it. It was warm, it felt safe.

"I'm right here, we're almost out of this, just don't let go."

Suddenly, like a jolt of electricity you realized. It was Obi-Wan. He had come for you after all. But you were sure you were dead. Weren't you?

No. Not yet.

Darkness swallowed you again, but you felt lighter, as though you weren't drowning anymore, but floating, waiting to wake up.

When your eyes finally fluttered open, the room around you was unfamiliar, but the presence beside you was a comforting one.

Obi-Wan stared at you for a moment, surprised by your sudden consciousness. Relief followed quickly though as he leaned forward.

You met his eyes before you spoke, your voice soft "You came for me"

He smiled softly "Of course I did."

"Even though I told you not too."

"Yes"

Your eyes wandered to his arm, which was now in a sling. "You got hurt"

"Yes."

He saw the guilt cross your face and he reached out and placed his hand over the top of yours. You met his eyes again as he spoke.

"It's nothing serious. I got off a lot better than you did. You've been asleep for days."

You looked down at Obi-Wan's hand as it encased yours. "I heard you, talking to me. Telling me to hold on."

Obi-Wan smiled softly. He knew what you were referring too. When he finally got you back to the ship, he reached out to you with the force. He knew there was a connection to the force within you, even if you refused to acknowledge it. That was how you could hear him.

"And you did hold on."

You nodded softly, seemingly lost in thought. Obi-Wan squeezed your hand softly and you looked back to his face. Your eyes remained locked in silence for a moment before he spoke.

"You asked why I cared so much for you" He began, his voice uncertain, knowing the things he wanted to say were meant to stay a secret. Knowing he was going back on his own training and beliefs for simply feeling them.

You shook your head, stopping him "You don't need to tell me Obi-Wan"

Silence fell as your eyes remained locked. You knew how he felt, and he knew how you felt. But that was all it could be. And you both knew it.

In a moment of desperation, before you thought you were going to die, you wanted to hear him say it, just once. But now you were alive, safe again. And those words could no longer be said again.

"It's okay." You said softly, your emotion obvious in your voice "I know."

Obi-Wan smiled, but there was only sadness and regret behind it.

He wanted to tell you so badly, but both of you understood the consequences if he let those emotions take hold of him. You smiled at him, but there was sadness behind it. The same as he held onto.

You both knew how you felt, and you both knew that feeling was worth holing onto, worth saving until you could final feel it freely. But for now, it would remain unsaid.

xx End xx

Not sure how I feel about how this came out, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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bad idea, right? (obi wan kenobi x f!reader) part iii

tags: angst, fluff, arguments, period typical misogyny (of course not from obi wan), just overall wealthy pricks being little shits, the trope of THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, but not really, do you believe in second chances (i don't) (💀), little smut compared to the rest because originally there was no smut in this (but i HAD TO use that idea), REPOST because i fucked up in the first place

a/n: welcome back for the finale!

well, i can't think of anything to say except this has been a blast for me, and i'm so happy that there are those who enjoys this madness as much as i do. hope you like the ending too. thank you all!

likes and reblogs are very much appreciated, and i can’t wait to hear your opinions! i am also crossposting on ao3, feel free to interact there as well.

part one | part two | part three

enjoy!!!

word count: 8.3K

chapter three: fuck it it's fine!

You don’t board that ship. A slight sickness you excuse, then spend your days sulking at home, still covered by the expanse of your lies. It is not totally untrue, though. You did really wake up with a swollen throat, and that put the integrity of your health during the journey at risk, thus with great grief, canceled the plans. Nobody knew that you’d not even mention the symptom on any other day, just requesting some honey tea and hardly noticing it disappear in the morrow. And it exactly worked out as predicted, more so, without leaving its discomfort for remorse. But after that, the hours stretched out each day, like you were living in a different plane where you were not welcomed. Perhaps you actually weren’t, for if you followed your fate, you’d be eating different foods, and walking foreign corridors. In an attempt to run away from that feeling, you try to socialize just a little, attending even the most dull tea parties. Also, your preference of company has to be specialized now, and that proves difficult sometimes.

So, that’s exactly why you indeed sulk at home, even though all your efforts.

But not tonight. 

Then again, perhaps you should've.

His presence has nothing to do with it, to be perfectly clear. On the contrary, he makes it a little endurable. The forced small talk and empty eyes you once feared dearly are not the case, even after your last encounter. Of course, there's a little awkwardness, an uncertainty about where the line of intimacy now stands, shadows of anger and disappointment still darkening the atmosphere, but the overall sensation comes down to longing. You both lost a great friendship, cast it aside in a blink, but your souls don't accept this new arrangement that quickly, trying to fall into the familiar rhythm once more each time you feel your walls break. You don't allow it, neither does he. Yet, it is about the only thing that turns this night into a not complete waste of time. Even a pleasant one, you'd dare say. 

If it weren't for literally everything else except this.

The hushed little uninformed jokes start during the dinner. It is the lord of the house that says them, to his close circle, barely hanging onto etiquette he had glimpses of. As minutes tick and glasses of wine roll, that glimpse is gone, and even in your seat at the end of the table, you hear him clearly. The pressed lips and masked mimics pretending not to be aware of it soon become apparent on every face, excluding you and Lord Kenobi. You glower the first time another of the guests feels confident enough to make his dirty contribution to the subject. Typical, you try to stay calm, tapping your fingers on the table. The world is filled with the likes of him, and the last thing they deserve is your attention. The reflex doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and he sends a sympathetic smile, showing that you’re not alone and accepting this invitation was a most regretful choice. He uses a few retorts to close the deal, let the dinner continue in different matters- or in silence, that would be fantastic indeed, but his smart wit and slight intimidation work only for a couple of minutes. Now it’s your turn to reflect that sad smile, and you do.

The sadness doesn’t come from the circumstances around you all, though. Your heart feels heavy, for not trying better ways to handle that morning. That guilt will haunt you, drag you into the gloomy pit you’ve been in, and maybe, you should stay there for some time, a penance for your mistakes.  

After dinner, when the ladies and gentlemen huddle around different interests, you get a chance to cool off. The soft peals of laughter and giggles fill the room, a much more pleasant sound than the roar of men. You get to entertain others with your stories of other cities you’ve been to, and they tell their interesting incidents, and make fun of their husbands, people who deserve, as their commotion spills out of the walls. The topic of their conversation, marriage, diffuses out into your circle in such a way, that once again, you’re restraining yourself, trying to listen to the problems one of the ladies is complaining of, and not to hear the crude comments going on on the other side. You’re stopped from rushing out of your armchair simply out of respect you have for the woman speaking when you pick up your name passing in their remarks. Plus, Kenobi’s words, you don’t flatter me by offending the lady, reach every ear in the room, sharper than a knife. Your cheeks burn with anger, then with gratitude, and at last, out of embarrassment, because how are you going to explain he’s just doing an honorable thing, that it’s his character to defy ill minds when he sees one, and this has little to do with his “pursuit” of you? Your breaths are shallow and quick as you focus on the discourse, and dodge every attempt to pull the subject towards your relations.

Though, the snake doesn’t give up on eating, even his own tail, it seems.

In less than half an hour, a joke about abduction is whispered, and you surge from your armchair, the screeching sound echoing. You murmur what resembles to be an excuse (you’re still deciding whether they are worthy of one), and send one glaring gaze at the group, enough to make one flinch, and walk out.

Out of the entire house.

Lucky for you, this is a night in which you carpooled with another guest, meaning you only have your own feet to carry you away in this pouring rain.

But of course, that’s not enough to deter you.

You take big steps, enforced by your fury. Thus, the house leaves your sight in no time, but not their audacity, still ringing in your ears. Implications about your freedom. Complaints of wive-hood. Humor about how perfectly reasonable is to get rich, by kidnapping a young woman… (Honestly, after all that, you don’t have mercy for them of the panic they might experience when they realize their guest is not refreshing in another room, and have left the estate altogether. Alas, that guest is you.) You string curses at them, the only form of thinking you have in regard, and feel the bulk of emotions resonate with every stomp, even spilling out of your tear ducts. Your dampening body, and the length of the road don’t make it any easier, feeding your frustration. Your only anchor is your self worth, the reason you began this path in the first place, and you desperately hope it will turn the tide in a while.

Though now, the picture you paint with those foul words and wet clothes isn’t exactly the brightest.

It is still among these moods, that Obi Wan catches up to you. You’re not exactly surprised to see him, his carriage closing the twenty minute distance you put between yourself and that damned house with a speed that you think can’t be that good for the horses in the long run. They stop abruptly at your side, and you have all those insults readied if it turns out to be that fucked up man or polite declines if it is indeed Obi Wan. 

But, you can’t speak them. The world feels like it freezes, the raindrops slowing down, and carrying away your burdens as they fall to the soil. The small door opens, and Obi Wan rushes out of it, with an expression that is so honest and raw. His fright vanishes at the sight of you, that scared gaze dissolving, eyebrows relaxing… You can actually see his lips move, Thank God. He is totally undisturbed by the downpour, already making his strands stick to his forehead. His hands find yours, and pull you close, almost like an embrace. You look into his eyes, how focused they are on you, as if they could burn you from the inside with their intensity. You have an undeniable urge to kiss him right now, and that has nothing to do with lust, but your wish to undo the last couple of weeks, uphold that strong connection once the two you had. Of course, you don’t, you can’t, thus, you let him lead you inside, and continue towards whatever destination.

Funny, how you feel much calmer doing the thing you thought you wouldn’t. Moreso, you have no woes about it either.

The silence is deafening, but nobody dares to open their mouth, the greatness of the storm of emotions you both are having too heavy on your tongues. He puts his less soggy jacket around your shoulders, you welcome it with a nod. That’s the moment you realize the redness on his knuckles. It’s not hard to guess the scene, and that has your head turned to the floor, processing the entire night. It is also at this moment that you become aware of your fresh tears, still sliding over your cheeks. Even if he notices them, he doesn’t do a thing about it, an indifference you’re grateful for. He just looks out of the window, and contemplates, same as you.

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The tub filled with hot water doesn’t make you any wetter, but it helps with the temperature. You’re sorry that you exhausted the owners of the inn you had to stay in, (for it was getting impossible to travel in that rain) with this request, but a voice tells you that Obi Wan wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re unbelievably silent as he sorts it all out, staying in your bubble, unintentionally playing the part of the damsel in distress. You listen to his list of requests, for the horses, for three rooms (the best reserved for the lady, he insists), a tub to be prepared for you, and some tea-

“No need.” Your voice is weak, but it is clear. He would’ve protested this answer, but it is the first time you’ve talked after leaving the house, how ironic, and the realization sets deep in both of you. After that, you feel the words pile up on your tongue, but in a blink, you find yourself in a room. Alone.

“So sorry, I thought they gave me this room.” He stands at the door, holding it half open, face turned in the opposite direction.

“Obi Wan.” His gaze hesitantly finds your way again. God, he’s about to kill you with that blues… “Can we talk for a second?”

You name yourself a hypocrite for asking that, in this state, but you can’t breathe with all that untold things if you spend another second without explaining yourself to him, and apologize for all the trouble you’ve caused. And, isn’t this already proof of the trust you have for him, how vulnerable you can be in his presence?

And, there’s nothing he’s not seen before, after all.

He gingerly closes the door, locking it in a swift motion, and makes his way to you. You pull yourself together, and reach for his hand for him to help you out.

“No, stay. Your fingers are still cold.”

You can’t hide the small smile forming on your face as you settle back, careful to keep most of your body underwater. He, ever noble, keeps his eyes straight on your face, which somehow doesn’t help. There’s something about his rolled-up sleeves, the matching three-piece suit down to two for the damp jacket sits behind the chair in your back against the fireplace. His hair is drying up in all defiant shapes, and you have to stop imagining that morning he woke up next to you.

“I just wanted to say thank you. For everything. I- I never intended to cause this big of a mess, and make someone clean up after me. Certainly, not you, of all people. You shouldn’t have tired yourself this much, and I’m sorry for it.”

“You can’t expect me to do nothing.” The sentence begs for a dear to be added in the end, and he has to fight his throat to silence himself. Instead, there’s a kind tug at the corners of his lips.

“You’re right.” You nod. “But the truth is, I wasn’t thinking clearly. I needed to get out, I just couldn’t sit there pretend I didn’t hear all those nasty comments.”

His fist clenches at the reminder, and you once again spot the bruises settling in on his knuckles, filling with the desire to mention them, but you inevitably decide not to. “That asshole-“

”He was obnoxious since the first hour, and loud, but that doesn't scare me, for thus he has proven himself to be just a foul mouthed man. But, that title started not to cover the extent of it- it was too much and I couldn’t take it anymore. You may say it was obvious from the start, but I tried my best to not evolve this into a thing I would regret afterward. And I succeeded.”

“So you don't even regret ever setting foot in that house?”

A tinge of disgust seizes your face, but only for a moment. Even with all those words echoing in your ear, you don't have hatred in your heart, or any remorse. You're not so quite sure about its reason, nor do you wish to be, avoiding all analysis. Like you don't know the basics already. But the sudden change in your expression tells everything. “I don’t think I can ever regret it. At least, not in its entirety.” You say, hugging your knees and lowering your head. Hot steam no longer hits your skin, you realize in your attempts of distraction.

There's a second of silence in the room, despite the thunderstorm raging outside. You are as cold as in the beginning because of it, and you almost contemplate how good of an idea this conversation was, especially under these circumstances.

“I’d say the same.” Obi Wan speaks, and that's when goosebumps rise on your skin. Your eyes meet his, then flutter away quickly, overwhelmed. Does he mean-

Why is him meaning that any different than yours, huh? Why is it any worse when he says it?

“You should get out of there.” He reaches for a towel, and you shyly stand up, turning your back and pressing your arms around yourself. Nothing he hasn't seen before, right? As the coarse fabric is draped around your shoulders, you can’t help but feel afire, the imprint of his hand around your shoulders for a second lingering way more than it should, creating a tingling sensation.

“Thank you.”

“Well, I must return to my room now.” He folds his hands together, like trying to preserve where they’ve touched, and his eyes still stay respectfully up, causing your heart to lose its rhythm. There has never been a scenario that involved nakedness without… sexual intentions, and clearly, it’s not even crossing your minds right now. Your awareness of it takes up all the space in your mind, tosses every other idea out, and leaves you at the mercy of your soul.

“Obi Wan.” Fuck, the way you call his name, it is bound to weaken him every time. “Can you-” Oh, haven't you demanded enough from him? “I- I would like it if you stayed.”

His mouth hangs open for a second, with a subtle sharp inhale. His fingers tighten around each other, then relax all together, hanging free by his side. “Of course.” For all the words that come to his lips, it’s a most simple answer.

Not that you have any complaints.

You’re filled with another kind of thrill, being this open with your wishes, but having no clue whether they’ll take the night, having no clue where you want the night to go, or how to act in this very moment, half covered.  You just know that you prefer him, being in the same chamber as you. You’d prefer to listen to his idle talk or slow breaths, than the silence of the room. You’d prefer him to snore in your bed than to picture him in his own, lying awake. (Because let’s face it, it’d take a while for him to surrender to sleep, if left to his own devices.)

He takes a step towards the armchair, unbuttoning his vest and you come back to your senses, stepping out of the tub in the opposite direction, towards the nightgown the innkeeper gracefully lent to you. It’s slightly large for your body, definitely not tailored for someone close to your size, but if Obi Wan ever heard you commenting on the fact, he’d wholeheartedly claim you still looked like an angel. Since you don’t, he doesn’t too, but it’s obvious in the way he takes in your form, a battle of excess fabric against your movements. He has to bury a groan when your sleeve falls down your shoulder, a simple accident. He knows that shouldn’t have been seen by him, or you didn’t do it on purpose, that tonight is not meant for those activities, and it shouldn’t get him so bothered up, but it fucking does. Does it also make him want to slap himself? Yes.

Walking near the fireplace, you wring the excess water from your hair and run your fingers through the strands before rubbing that towel aggressively, for the fact that it is already soggy enough, and is not gonna do much. You despise sleeping with wet hair, it is an invitation for you to get sick, not to mention that you’ll be sharing the bed, leaving frustrating streaks of wetness on the sheets for them.

“Hey, hey, let me help you.” Is he a little bit scared? The answer is another yes. But he’s not gonna stand there and watch you fight with your hair. He takes the fabric, locating the most usable spots, and slowly massages your strands with them. Objectively, it’s not a lot different in terms of overall results, but it does more than that anyway. Despite the forbidden intimacy, despite the question of “How is he so good at it?”, you’re lulled by the constant movements, the tension in your muscles easing off. He keeps you by the fire longer than you would’ve stayed, and that achievement belongs solely to him. Frankly, he too is not sure how long the two of you could stand like that, or put an end to it. All that matters is that your hair is pleasantly damp, less bothersome, and he did that.

To be honest, with each minute he is in your presence; the task of holding onto his manners, respecting his broken heart, and following your lead is getting harder to manage.

“Thank you.” You murmur, eyelids barely held open, and he feels like a juggler, suddenly losing his sense of balance, and dropping one of his props.

“You’re welcome.” Perhaps he was the one to thank, for the pleasure. That’s the second prop, falling down.

Still, it’s obvious how that sentence misses a darling thrown out after it.

You climb the bed, and he follows suit. You both favor the edges of the mattress, and there’s a ridiculous distance between both of your bodies, but you’re both too timid to use it, even at the risk of tumbling down.

Only after the urge to find a better position kicks in that you move, and end up just a little closer, face turned to his side.

He’s already turned to you, eyes closed but definitely not trying to sleep, or relax if nothing. He opens them of course, after you rustled the sheets that hard.

“What if I get sick tomorrow?” Admittedly, that’s a silly question, but the scenario occupies your mind. All the elemental factors are present, and you only have a formal dress on your back. Also, the fact that it would be all your fault, yet you are the one to complain? You hate yourself for saying it out loud.

“Then we would stay ‘til you got better.” His point-of-fact words, softened with his bedtime voice, must be annoying. Must be. It is not. It is the raw truth, straight from his core. You won’t disrespect it, (again). “I would take care of you.”

(Doesn’t he, always?)

 A shiver runs down your spine.

(He’d name this place heaven, if it allowed you two to stay together a little longer.)

“Obi Wan.” Whispering, trying your best to break that ugly silence, not to crush under the weight of his words, but more importantly to let him know your truths, the alignment of your soul. “I- I never told you how much I appreciated you. Now just today, but especially today.”

He’s trying so hard not to sound rude, or leave you unanswered, but none of them are good enough. Thankfully, you are not expecting one. Your fingers ghost over his knuckles, afraid to hurt him. he’s not even sure you’re doing that, ‘til you hunch over, and press a small kiss over them.

That’s all the acknowledgment he needs, ever. It wasn’t becoming of a gentleman, obviously, but the situation didn’t require gentleman-cy, too. He has no recollection of how his fist ended up in that man’s eye, except for the exact second it happened, feeling his shirt slide from his other hand as the impact sizzled through his bones, and sent the man to the floor. He found himself in the middle of saying God knows what- he still doesn’t have a single clue, and thinks about the possibility of how they’ll resonate, ‘til it reaches his ears once again.

Though, he has no fear regarding that, or the altercation before it. Nor regret.

“I am honored that our names are spoken together, a testament of our likeness.”

The third prop.

It falls, most obviously, but he doesn’t show it. Not under these circumstances. No matter how you try to avoid the subject of love, or a future, he’s burning for it, burning for you. In that moment, it is settled that it’ll always be that way, forever. You’re absolutely crushing his heart, and maybe even crush yours in the process (for which reasons, he’s never sure), regardless of your intentions pointing otherwise, because he knows you’re pushing through your struggles to speak up, select the appropriate expressions, to honor your past. He’s touched by your effort, as well as your words, oh, your words… This is the only compliment he’ll ever accept, and it’s not even meant to be a compliment. Your voice is already etched into his brain, and there will not go a single day he’s not reminiscing about it.

Thus, with such strong emotions, his every muscle twitched with the desire to pull you closer, wrap his arm around your waist, card his fingers through your cool hair as your lips meet. He wants to kiss you slowly, savor your taste and caress your tongue with his, for the sole purpose of being close to you. You, throwing one leg over him… You, falling asleep in his arms as he gets to bathe in your enchanting scent… The feeling of your warm breath against his neck as you take refuge in there… He’s surprised he doesn’t have to chain himself not to act on any of these images.

(Oh, it very much feels like he has done that anyway)

Yet, it is probably the worst night to do so. It has all been too much, and all this on top of that is a recipe for disaster. A disaster he’s been struck with nonetheless, though, perhaps he can spare you from.

When it comes to you, he has always put his heart before his mind, (but never disregarding the latter part. It is the essential element to keep both of you safe, to never compromise your social statuses, to create the optimum atmosphere for your relationship to flourish (by your own unusual standards)). For the first time, he’s not following that code. Even he can’t imagine the consequences if he doesn’t.

You’re glad that nothing has changed. No response from him, no action. His relaxed expression tells you enough; the calmness of his eyes, his slow breaths and the slight curve of his lips… To be honest, you’re relieved to see your words reach their destination but also set with the urge to prove them. To press down your mouth on his, from which you hope for an answer; to hold his hand without causing any discomfort, or simply hug him for a second, eliminating all space between your bodies like your souls.

Alas, the role of the hypocrite is a part you no longer wish to play, and you’re perfectly willing to hurt yourself by not succumbing to your wishes, and refrain him from further confusion.

“Good night, Obi Wan.” You say, fingers grazing over his for the last time, and curl yourself into a ball.

“Good night, my dearest.”

 ===

The morning is unlike the previous example.

You wake up to him getting up, so there’s no way for you to know if your bodies drifted closer during the night, but considering the position of your arm, extended way beyond the middle, it is quite possible to assume some physical contact was present.

Considering you two are not facing each other, thus acknowledgment of the situation is not a matter, your embarrassment is half of what it should be.

Though, your cheeks burn brighter each second you can’t peel your eyes off of him, filling up the rest of that cup. Watching him walk around, the movement of each chiseled muscle on his back as he puts his shirt and trousers on quickly highlights another impropriety. He is perfection, even in that drowsy state of the human condition, there’s harmony to his every motion, the slow steps he takes, the way the fabric glides against his skin, the subtle fine arrangements of his fingers to make sure it looks decent, even how he breathes causes him to blend into the room, but also bedazzle it in his grace, make him stand out like a crown jewel, a masterpiece of arts that name the place.

You can only stop your ogling once he leans in and stirs the flames, which were already going strong since they were last fed before you went to sleep- wait, that doesn’t seem possible, did he actually sever his sleep to tend to it?

Is there any other explanation you need?

Your heart may flutter out of your chest after this realization, so you skirt out of the blankets. Of course, the sound draws his attention, and you’re caught, forced to react.

Yet, the unstoppable smile forming on his lips inspires a similar response on yours so easily, so naturally that you don’t feel obligated at all. On the quite contrary, that simple mimic banishes any pretense, showering you with reassurance and bravery, the motivation to act on your own true terms, not society’s or the ones you pressured onto yourself.

“Good morning.” The simultaneous greeting pulls a giggle from both of you, and it is all so small, yet so much. You sway away from his direction, casually reaching for your clothes, hoping he doesn’t notice the tremor of your legs when you shed the nightwear and put the chemise on. Because you know, he’s watching you. Divine justice, perhaps.

“Be careful, Obi Wan, I might start to think you enjoy watching me get dressed too much.” The snarky comment, fighting its way out of your mouth further softens the atmosphere, and it is like the first days of spring after a harsh winter, soothing your souls with relief.

“Guilty as charged.”

You shake your head, consumed by his usual forward banter. A scene taken straight out of your past. You shimmy into your dress instead of coming up with a cleverer response.

“You don’t sound sick.” He says, indicating that he’s been paying attention. 

Biting your lip, you turn away. “Actually…”

“Is there something wrong?” He ends up right beside you in a blink, as if the world changed by your unfinished sentence. 

Your heart picks up a different rhythm, hands raised in position to tie your ribbon but frozen. “It’s nothing, my throat just feels-”

“Do you want me to call a doctor?”

That was the exact reason why you started with it’s nothing. Alas… “No, it’s probably just my overthinking and coming up with strange sensations.” And if not, it depends on how well you spend tonight, so there’s not much room for intervention. Definitely not in medical terms.

“Pity.” His comment makes you scoff. After that, you can’t reward him with your concerns, can you? It is funny, ugh.

“Let me help.” 

Your heart can’t get any rest as the tension simply changes garbs, his fingers trailing over yours and leading a 180° turn, leaving a blazing line along your skin, to tie the ends of your ribbon together. Your arms tentatively fall to your sides, not sure what to do with their freedom. His breaths lick your neck while he attentively, slowly smooths his creation, and you’d probably freak out if you weren’t so focused on the sheer range of his skills.

(Also the mystery of how he comes to acquire it, but it’s only the deep, dark parts of your mind speaking. Moreover, you do not pride yourself in a position to be jealous. You absolutely are, on that tiny level, and no, you’ll never admit it.)

Though, you’re not gonna comment on that, not when your heart threatens to fly out of its cage. The sacredness of the action brings back the echoes of your concerns, not a single one strong enough to overtake you, but the cacophony of them loud enough to occupy the entirety of your capacity.

All that talk of past times… Coupled with a little hesitancy, and how the tables turn…

“T- thank you.”

“My pleasure.” Like he just didn’t flip the dynamic, he carries on with his outfit, tying his cravat. His beautiful hands work expertly, effortlessly, and the result is perfect, even without a mirror, eyes on you the entire time.

“Is it looking fine?”

“Yes.” You meekly answer. It is decent, like he always is. Somehow witnessing that feels as sensual as the previous scene, pulling you further down the whirlpool.

Embarrassed enough already, you busy yourself with your hair, accepting the mess that it is, and decide on a simple bun, as much as possible. The practiced moves bring you some sense of calmness and control, even if the result isn’t perfect. The silence helps too, along with his occupancy of tidying up the room.

“Do you want to have some breakfast?” He asks. God, how does he still sound that cheery?

“No, thank you.” You don’t want to keep your father worrying any longer, and it’s not like you’re going to faint. The memory of your last food in the most unpleasant company is still strong enough to expel any thought of hunger.

That answer may be the clearest thought you’ve ever had this morning, yet it is the one that whispers doubt into his heart. You are silent, turned away from him, and far too engrossed in whatever unnecessary thing you’re doing. Because now, he fears that if the two of you leave this room, this building, all your lives in it will be a part of the history, never to be repeated or worse, mentioned again, lost in the torn pages. The joke about residing here for however long- seems awfully bitter, perfectly demonstrating he’d rather hold on to the possibility than put an end to this.

How could that be love?

Perhaps you were right, accusing him of madness.

That’s the only reason he walks out of the room to prepare the carriages, instead of cocooning the both of you in.

===

“Father!” You wrap your arms around him, who’s standing by the main entrance to your estate, waiting anxiously. He does the same, unaffected by the eyes that watch, the staff, and a mere acquaintance, Lord Kenobi.

Now Obi Wan knows who you got your bravery from.

He stands quietly, hands folded in front of him, not sure what to do but damn sure not to leave. He had plenty of time to think about his madness on the road, and decided it was not anything pathological- it was pure love and desperation for you. Isn’t that the nature of most of your meet-ups? Consoling each other in the positively dreadful situations, and utilizing everything to spend a second more together?

He hears you reassuring him of your well-being, and summarize the thing in pretty understated phrases. Even that makes him stutter over his words in a fit of rage. Obi Wan agrees. You distract him by speaking of the help you’ve gotten from a valiant friend, and that’s how he enters the conversation.

“Good morning, Sir.”

How he keeps it all cool, sharing and shaping his anger, silencing any doubt that may arise in him is a surprise, though he’s called a great negotiator for a reason, right? His work in various cases in court has earned him the title. He’s not overtly a fan of flaunting it. Though, it helps him a great deal in this instance.

At least, enough to have a pleasant exchange in these unpleasant circumstances, and secure permission to talk to you again.

Alone.

It is weird enough as it is already, you and him spending the night at some inn, him casually chatting with your father like his clothes haven’t benefitted from the merits of ironing, not to mention his hair being on the wild side after a slight treatment of rain, and now he is requesting your attention? Not only yours, but your father’s too in extent?

His plans have never been so crystal clear.

“No.” You declare your objection so clearly, in one word as the door closes behind him, giving you the privacy of the room. “No, no, no, no.”

“I haven’t even opened my mouth!” He objects, though it is more of a principal thing, than an actual defense. He knows you’ve worked it all out already. God, could he expect anything less from you? Your watery eyes and trembling hands break his heart into a million pieces, reactions so strong even before he has a chance to utter their cause. He caresses his beard, reevaluating if he should continue-

He can’t live with the consequences if he dares not. He can’t live with what-ifs, or not knowing the reason why you are so repulsed by the idea or would you still feel the same, if he told you about his love for you. Of course, that would require some magic, considering the magnitude and intricacy of it. How is he supposed to put the purest feelings he’s ever had to mere words, the origin of the butterflies caged up in his chest, the wires of his brain getting tangled up whenever you’re not around, and the constant intoxication from the strongest liquor he’s ever consumed? He’d rather die than sober up, and a part of him already recognizes that it’s not a possibility. It is his poison and antidote. There’s not a moment that passes without either of them.

And surely, he has no complaints about it. Never will. It is a brave choice, but what’s braver is this moment.

“No.” You repeat, hands clasped together to stop them from shaking. Your voice is low albeit steady, as much as it can be.

Because you do not lift your eyes to meet him. “You can’t propose to me, because I can’t refuse it. But I will. Then the whole country will wonder what is so wrong with you, and me, and they will talk about it all the time, for years to come. The whispers will be the first thing that you hear in every room you enter, and you’ll see the mischievous glint in the eyes of every person you meet, them scrutinizing whether those rumors are true. Our reputations will be tarnished forever, and we will hate each other for it.” And you can’t stand that.

You don’t sound like this is the first time you’re putting these words together. In all your distressed state, you sound awfully logical in your own way, so focused on one improbable, insane possibility (damn those reputations, he can never hate you), but devising every little detail.

“Why?” He basically hollers, running a hand through his hair. Why does that potential is the one you envision? “Why can’t you marry me?”

One can only dream that someone outside isn’t listening.

“Because- I don’t know!” You take a desperate step closer, showing him your honesty. You truly can’t quite name your aversions, and isn’t that already enough of a reason to stay away, spare the person you’re facing?  “I don’t know how to be a wife! And I am scared. All my life I alienated myself from the idea of a marriage, I methodically dismissed every chance claiming it wasn’t the time, all the way ‘til I would say it was too late. I was content with that idea. Because I love- loved my life the way it is; I get more than I need from my father, and that is to remain unchanged when my brother takes over, and I am free as a bird, unbound by society’s expectations, traveling wherever, wherever and trying new things. I was, I am so happy about it that anything that may alter it I shun from immediately. And now I find myself in a place I never imagined, and I am scared. I don’t know what happens now. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know what that future looks like for us.”

He moves towards you, his head tilted sideways in understanding, arms reaching for yours. Finally, finally hearing your justifications, the basis of your attitude, fills him with pride and compassion, and most importantly, gives him an opportunity to help you solve those problems, together. But, you hush him, squeezing his wrists in gentle guidance, with tears streaking across your cheeks. “I just know that I love you. I love you so much that my heart will always feel like a weight in my chest when I’m not with you, like a ship sinking, but never reaching the bottom. And I will continue to love you even if you stop loving me back, but I would rather lose you on my terms than by the burdens a marriage brings.”  

“Why do you so believe that a mere contract would change my feelings? Do you think my affections for you are that fragile?”

You frantically shake your head, causing the drops to fall faster. “No, I’m not saying that-“

“Then what?” He snaps, though not because he’s angry. He wants to learn every single reason that’s keeping you away.

“You don’t know what that will do to us.”

“No, I don’t! And I don’t care! It will never change my feelings.” This, he can shout freely. This is the simplest truth for all his remaining days on this earth.

You don’t know that, you want to object. “Obi Wan…” Is the response that comes out of your mouth. “I am not a good bride.”

“No.”There’s acceptance in his tone, a punch to your guts. “You’re the love of life, my companion, my everything.” When he pulls you even closer, and cups your cheeks, you let him. “Haven’t we been through all the struggles a couple could share already? Haven’t I seen all of you, and let you see all of me? Haven’t you claimed my entire soul, and occupied my every single thought? You made me break my rules, and painted a picture I never thought was suited for me- and I came to like that picture very much. In fact, it’s all I ever want my future to look like, with you in it. You, exactly in the way you already are, with all your unsusceptibility to the norms and striking habits. I know that can be scary. I am afraid too. But, anything worth doing starts like this, I know it. And we’ll be the biggest idiots in the world if we let our fear rule us.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, the joyful sound making his breath hitch. It is reflected on his face too, and it is something you’ll hold on to, alongside the tears that begin to form on his eyes. Fortunately, they sit there, despite him kneeling in front of you, his fingers never leaving the bend of your arm, only to follow the route they create, and hold onto both of your hands. “Please, marry me.”

You’re convinced, but your tongue is still tied, so you nod. Your entire upper body shakes with the gesture in seconds, making you look like an overexcited child, on the verge of losing their balance with the restlessness of their legs. You barely feel him kissing your knuckles before he stands up and embraces you, stabilizing both of you in both physical and emotional terms. Let’s be real, if he kissed you instead as he desperately wished to, you’d fall on the floor (and continue there- ‘til somebody discovered the two of you in very indecent terms). His chuckles quickly become your favorite song, you feel blessed as they delight your ears, and make your chest vibrate like his. He revels in the newfound proximity, despite the fact that you’ve been much, much closer in the past. This is new. This is raw love, uncombined with other emotions, strengthened by the absolute truth that you two are meant for each other, and with the promise of you’ll do something about it. He holds you ‘til your sense of balance is restored, for he now has urgent matters he has to attend to. He’ll get to hold you forever soon, and that revelation doesn’t change the herculean feat of letting you go now. He can’t help but wipe the streaks of wetness on your face, though it forms again. He solely doesn’t repeat himself because of the widest grin on your lips. You press yourself to his palm, eyelids closing for a moment, then place a small peck on it.

 “I- I’m now gonna go and talk to your father, get the papers right- and find a-” oh, that’s not “a”, he is going to require many others even if he keeps everything minimal, “I’ll be back in three, fuck, four hours, okay?”

“What? No!” You exclaim, almost giving him a heart attack.

“What’s wrong?” His fingers tighten, a slight tremble taking over them. You have to smile to get him to relax once again, and raise your eyebrows wittily, as if he is a fool for not imagining it already, reminding him of your nature.

“I’m only doing this once. I want everything to be right.”

He squints his eyes, grasping your chin. There’s a few seconds of silence, the time it takes for his nerves to settle. When it does, you’re struck by the intensity of his blue irises, the condensed calm before the storm. “So you want to stay as my fiance ‘til the next season starts, in eight months, succumbing to waiting as we get no freedom to ourselves, always in the center stage, enjoying the last of our bachelor states, the lonely nights and beds bigger than you can ever occupy.”

His other hand, wandering across your waist tells you exactly what he implies. While you actually weren’t planning on such a thing, it causes a surge of rush to overtake you, burning you from the inside. Pursing your lips as you free your face from his grip, with a contradicting shaky breath, you say. “I was always fond of winter weddings…”

To this, he laughs, echoing in the room, and you join him.

One can only hope whoever outside listens to this too, this moment of pure joy preserved in one more mind.

 === 

 “I couldn’t be happier to be married to you.” Obi Wan whispers, but the sentence is loud and clear to you, etched into where he takes nest in the crook of your neck, hot breaths burning your skin.

“We’re still not- ngh“ Yes, this is supposed to be the rehearsal, the night before the main event. You two should be at the reception downstairs, among your many relatives and friends and other members of the society, all gathered for tomorrow morning, when these words of yours will be invalid.

Of course, you are further making a hypocrite of yourself by the way you hold onto him, legs wrapped around his waist, arms locked around his shoulders as he burrows his cock into you. It was impossible to wait any further, as you were separated by the whole ordeal of preparations and the watchful eyes. The moment you found a clearing, you two slipped away, cue to now, where your back on the wall as he supports you against it. You didn’t even get one meter away from the door, you could basically reach the knob with a simple extension of your elbow, but in the end, who cares? Who cares when he fills you so deliciously, scratching the itch that has been building for some time, peppering you with all the love in his heart?

Still, your sentence is cut abruptly as he drives his hips faster, rougher- very much an act of pedantry, advising not to get lost in the details. It works, the correction dies on your tongue, though a quite loud moan takes its place. His hand flies to cover your mouth, and your eyes pop open, meeting his. The pressure of his palm against your face almost forces another sound out of you. Fuck, you adore those blue storms, even when they are focused elsewhere, turned to the door as if it can see past behind it, scanning for intruders. You do actually whimper when the danger dissolves, the vibrations running among his bones, and he keeps up his pace, hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

However, it is getting harder in terms of balance as he now has one hand to stabilize you, and despite your best efforts, it is quite hard not to slide off of the smooth fabric of his clothes. Remorsefully, you push on his shoulders, and he understands, pulling his cock out of you and burying his mouth on your skin. He stifles a sob in there, the frustration getting the best of him.

“Oh, you definitely had too much wine.” Look at who’s talking, you with those wobbly legs and bitten lips…

“No, I just had too little of you.”

Your heart flaps its wings out of your chest, as it does after his every cheesy compliment. You still cannot figure out how he makes you blush harder with those words, even as he ravages you in the meantime.

You reach for a kiss, it is always a good idea. He hums contently at the touch, grateful at the most basic form of contact. Obi Wan rocks against you unintentionally, and that’s how the unsatiated desire wages war, with desperate groans and roaming hands.

Then, his fingers tighten around your waist, and you find yourself supported against the vanity with your open palms, depositing most of your weight there (thank God, because you couldn’t trust your feet much longer). He pulls your hips back to his. Your back arches in a way that is most complementary to his chest, and fuck, it is a vision.

It literally is.

Fluttering your eyes open for only a second (that was your intention at least), you’re struck down with the image of the two of you in the mirror, faces contorted in the prettiest way that is possible in this dirty position, heavy lids and open mouths, fingertips whitened by the strong grasp you have on each other, the matching colors of your outfits…

Yes, even with that detail, you’re still on his side, agreeing you’d be idiots if you weren’t doing this.

Deciding to take the sight from its direct source, you turn your head to the side a little, looking at the adonis of a man you’ll soon call your husband, with his neatly trimmed beard and prominent cheekbones and long eyelashes you are slightly jealous of and so much more…

He meets your gaze, breathless with similar thoughts, that little tug on the corner of his mouth telling you all you need to know, but then he nudges your face to its previous state by a small clasp of your chin, and you’re watching him through the reflection, leaning forward when he starts to fumble with your skirt once again.

The moan that leaves you is totally incapable of being unobscured as he enters you anew. The change in the angle along with the visual stimulation has you teetering on the edge quite easily, like him, but he denies it, maintaining slow movements and choking out any noise that dares to leave him.

Of course, all is impeded when the door is knocked-

“Occupied!”

“Occupied!”

Your voices are synchronized, high and tight. The clock stops for a moment for your bodies, as if the stationary status makes it any less scandalous, and both of you fixated on the doorknob.

It never turns. Never.

Still, the dilated pupils remain a little longer, joined over the mirror, with big puffs of breath and shaking hands.

“Do you think they-“ There’s not an exact word that you can find to explain what has just occurred, but the sentiment is clear.

“Probably.” And the answer too is just as clear.

Well, the only thing lost is the trivial achievement of never being discovered before the wedding.

A wedding which is hours away.

So, you push back, wiggling your hips. His unrestricted sound is all you need to regain your spirits back, and you do it once more. Just like that, the wheels are turning. 

“You realize there’s a bed behind us, right?” He asks as he slowly thrusts into you.

“Yes, but I like the view better here.” 

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I Missed You

Obi Wan Kenobi x Old Friend Reader

Summary: seeing you again brings back the spark he lost

Warning: Bold = Lyrics

3rd person pov

His nose crinkled as he entered the full downtown club taking off the hood of his cloak, his eyes grazing over the crowd of people looking for the person he was sent for.

The bartender caught his eye as he waved kenobi over, obi wan weaved through the crowd making his way to the counter "the person you were looking for left you this" the bartender handed him a folded note before leaving to tend other customers.

Kenobi looked at the small note before opening and reading its contents 'couldn't make it but enjoy the show' Kenobis brows crinkled in confusion 'what show'.

I don't wanna go But baby, we both know This is not our time It's time to say goodbye

His heart stopped when he heard that voice, the people around him burst into cheers 'no it can't be' his mind trying to come up with every possible thing to say it wasn't true it couldn't be.

Until we meet again 'Cause this is not the end It will come a day When we will find our way

His eyes moved to the red curtains on the stage which slowly opened to reveal the truth, his eyes widened as he saw you more beautiful then ever.

Violins playin' and the angels cryin' When the stars align, then I'll be there

He watched as you moved lightly on the stage, your angelic voice capturing him in a daze he didn't even realize he was moving to the stage intill he was right infront of it.

Your eyes met his and you sent him a seductive wink which made him blush as you sang infront of him, your usals throwing money at you as you walked past.

It's been about 12 years since the last time you saw him after the order made him choose between them and you but sadly he choose them.

No, I don't care about them all 'Cause all I want is to be loved And all I care about is you

He was still stunned that you were here he always thought you would be somewhere nice but nothing like this.

You're stuck on me like a tattoo No, I don't care about the pain I'll walk through fire and through rain Just to get closer to you

When he finally regained consciences he started to listen to you to the lyrics.

You're stuck on me like a tattoo I'm letting my hair down

Were you talking about him, no you couldn't be, he watched you carefully and how your eyes always drift to him, your eyes would lock for a quick second before you look away.

I'm takin' it cool You got my heart in your hand Don't lose it, my friend It's all that I got

He shifted his stance as more people pushed forward to see you and a familiar feeling started to arise in his chest

Violins playin' and the angels cryin' When the stars align, then I'll be there No, I don't care about them all

He felt almost jealous that these people got to listen to your beautiful voice for days and he only found you today, but then another feeling started to rise.

Could he get another chance would you forgive him and take him back, he shook his head why would you he left you.

'Cause all I want is to be loved And all I care about is you

He moved his gaze to the floor his sadness that he's pushed down for so long finally showing, he should've chosen you.

A faint smile pasted on his lips as he began to think about if he did choose you instead of the order.

You're stuck on me like a tattoo No, I don't care about the pain I'll walk through fire and through rain Just to get closer to you

Would you have the kids you wanted or still traveling the galaxy like you both always planned, he always wanted a nice cottage far from any civilization so it could just be you and him with a little family.

You're stuck on me like a tattoo No, I don't care about them all 'Cause all I want is to be loved And all I care about is you

His heart started to beat faster and his hands became a tad bit sweaty he was debating two things, that he was gonna ask you out to see if he can rekindle the love you once shared or he would leave and never look back.

His mind was clouded with thoughts but when his gaze shifted to you they all disappeared he never forget a single thing about you, everything about you was engraved in his mind, your smile, they way you smell or even how you like your coffee.

He even mistakenly makes it your way then his own well he kinda perfers your way to his but he'll never admit that.

You're stuck on me like a tattoo No, I don't care about the pain I'll walk through fire and through rain Just to get closer to you

Your eyes met again but this time neither one of you looked away, he could see that the light inside you has changed, when he was there you were bright and bubblely with stars in your eyes but now there's only a light shimmer

You're stuck on me like a tattoo All I care about is love Oh, oh, oh All I care about is love

His heart clenched as he watched you slowly move backwards as the music slowly started to become low and like a flash the curtains closed.

Does he have the courage to go after you or is he gonna be a coward like he was when he chose the order instead of you.

You're stuck on me like a tattoo

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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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[dindjarins04]

Deception

Obi-Wan X FEM!BOUNTYHUNTER!Reader

Word Count: 1.04k

Warnings: Angst. That's all :/

Summary: You are forced to work a job with the man who killed Obi-Wan Kenobi, the man you loved.

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A/N: I am so sorry guys for being very inactive for over a year now :( I took a long break because writing wasn't coming to me but now it is, very slowly. So if you have any requests, please send them in to me! Requests are open!! Also, if you have sent a request and it has not be done, please re send them so I can do it! Thank you my sweet summer children xox

You glared at the man with so much hatred you were surprised no one noticed your seething rage. No one but the man himself. The way he looked at you was almost as if he was sympathizing with you. And you hated him so much for that. He killed him. He killed the man you only ever cared about. And here you are, forced to work with him. You hate most beings you have to work with anyway, bounty hunting isn't a fun job. And yes, you would be the happiest person in the galaxy if you could end the life of Cad Bane right now. But he didn't have your current rage. He's never faced it before. No matter how many times you run into each other and pissed you off, you've never felt this angry or upset with him as you are with this man. "Are you oka-"

"Don't speak to me," You growled out. Many people who know you are aware of your short temper and know you're not a talkative hunter at all. You like getting your jobs done. That's one of the many reasons you hate Bane. He presses all the right buttons that make you talk and stall and hesitate and so on. So, no one batted an eyelid at your snap at the man. But Bane knows your sudden dislike for this bounty hunter. He has been teasing you about working with this man since he realized he was going to be trying out for the team.

"I was just starting a conversation,"

"I don't care. Don't speak to me"

"Fine," He scoffed, leaning back in his seat in the transport you were all in. Cad Bane chuckled and leaned against the wall beside the man you hated.

"Don't you get it yet? She hates you because you killed Obi-Wan Kenobi. And our dear friend here," He said your last name in a mocking voice. "Loved Kenobi,"

"I didn't love him," You spat out. "He was just someone who gave me helpful information. That is all,"

"We know your feelings for the Jedi Master," He chuckled. "No need to hide it anymore. Hardeen here killed him. He won't find out now,"

"Shut up," You growled at Bane and watched as Rako Hardeen, the man who murdered the only person you care about, look down in shame. You scoffed at the man and stood up, moving further away from him, forcing Bossk to switch places with you.

~~~

Who cares if the man was good in the box and got you all out alive? He still killed Obi-Wan. He was still a murderer and you still wanted to strangle the man and watch the life leave his eyes. You want him to feel the pain you do. After you, Bane, Hardeen and a few other hunters successfully escape the Box, you all go down to the bar to celebrate. You steer clear of them all and went to your little corner with your drink. But then he comes over to you. "Piss off Hardeen-"

"We need to talk…if we're going to work together…you can't spend the next few days hating me,"

"Yes I can and I will,"

"We need to get this mission done. It's just a few days you have to put aside your anger and sadness,"

"No,"

"Why not? You'll risk the success of this mission?"

"I'm not going to like a murderer like yourself,"

"If I remember correctly, you are also a murderer,"

"I kill bad people,"

"Jedi are bad,"

"No, they are not," He sighed. You were stubborn. He looked down at his drink and then back at you.

"So Bane was right, you loved him?"

"Yes…fuck it…yes, I did. He was the only person who cared about me and I cared about him! And you took him away from me!" He looked shocked. You finished your drink before you left again, stopping the tears threatening to fall. You haven't come to terms with Obi-Wan's death yet. Anytime you or someone else mentions his passing, it's like a saber to the heart. It hurts. And you feel guilty. You shouldn't be hurting but you do. You even managed to worm your way to his funeral. You're upset but you still won't confront your feelings. You can't.

~~~

The mission, of course, went terribly. There was a rat within the group and of course, it was Hardeen who only turned out to be Obi-Wan Kenobi in disguise. And yourself. You were never going to kill the chancellor nor harm your Jedi 'friends'. You were waiting outside of the Temple after flying back to Coruscant to review the attack you were a part of. Once finally proved innocent, you were told to wait outside until you were given the 'okay' to leave. You and Ahsoka were talking, talking about how sorry she was for trying to kill you and vice versa. That's when he came outside. Ahsoka saw and quickly hugged you before leaving you alone.

"I thought faking your death was illegal," You started as he approached you. You crossed your arms defensively over your chest. He looked guilty and he sighed.

"It was to protect the Chancellor,"

"Ah yes, well, congratulations, you fooled everyone and the day is saved," He let out yet another sigh, saying your name and walking closer.

"I…cannot find a way to apologise for the way I have made you feel…for the emotional damage I have caused…but I am so sorry," He kept eye contact and you saw the guilt and the genuine sadness he was feeling for you. You shook your head at him.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Because to me, Obi-Wan Kenobi is dead," He raised a brow, he looked confused and scared. "You're fucking dead to me,"

"You don't mean that-,"

"I mean every fucking word that I fucking say. You're fucking dead to me,"

"I don't believe it,"

"Well, you have to start believing it. Because you're dead to me," You hissed out. He called out your name and tried to reach out to you but you pulled yourself away from the man you loved and walked off, pulling your cloak over your head, not looking back. Walking away from the man you loved for the second time.

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[dracowars]

hope survives | obi-wan kenobi

pairing: obi-wan x reader

word count: 1,9k

summary: where in deperate times, y/n finds obi-wan

a/n: in celebration of obi-wan kenobi premiering today, i had to write a one shot for him! this was written beforehand, so it doesn’t contain any spoilers for the series (it’s only a little inspired by the trailer). i can’t believe we finally get to see him again, i’m utterly excited and can’t wait to get my heart ripped out!!! </3

warnings: angst, mentions of death

universe: star wars

The strong wind whirls up the desert sand, sending it flying through the air and limiting your view to just a few meters in front of you. You squint through the desert planet’s barren landscape, your face completely wrapped in fabric except for a small slit for your eyes, shielding you from the swirling sand. With your robes in shades of brown, you become one with the desert.

Of course nobody on Tatooine is stupid enough to venture outside the protective walls of the cities, despite the desert storm warning – nobody but you. Most of the residents who saw you leave, wanted to stop you, and warned you, but you shook them off, asking them not to worry and that you know what you are doing. You have a mission and not even the strongest storm will thwart it.

However, you may have miscalculated a bit and the storm hit you earlier than you expected, surprising you on your way to your intended destination. Because you can hardly see anything and at the same time have lost sight of the horizon, you are slowly losing your sense of orientation. Due to the heavy sandstorm, your map reader does not work, - it did not show you much anyway since you cannot even enter your destination – which makes it almost impossible for you to survive this night in the desolated desert. Nevertheless, you have survived so much worse. Years ago, just like today, every day is a pure struggle for survival.

And if you had not suddenly arrived in front of a massive stone wall at that moment, then maybe one of the moisture farmers would have found you out here after several days, lifeless, but finally one with the Force. Breathing out in relief against the fabric that covers both your mouth and the rest of your body, you touch the wall with your gloved hands and immediately lean against it, in exhaustion as well as in utter relief. For as soon as your fingertips slid over it, a familiar impulse shot through you, caused by the Force, telling you that you had indeed reached your final destination at that moment.

Giving yourself one last pull, pushing yourself off the wall, your legs aching and your body activating its last reserves, you orientate yourself along the stone wall of the mountain. It does not take long for you to start climbing a steep gradient, but at least the visibility is clearer near the mountain, so you do not immediately fall to your certain death. You will not fail on the last few meters.

With your last remaining strength, you heave yourself up a border before realizing you are at a hidden cave entrance. The entrance you have only seen once before, all those years ago when the twin suns, stand at the zenith high above you. Now, eerie sounds caused by the strong wind howl from inside the cave that lies before you in total darkness.

However, you do not let that stop you and carefully step into the darkness, to which your already irritated eyes first have to get used to. Every step you take, no matter how careful you place your foot down on the stoned floor, reverberates in the narrow corridor. Eventually you reach the cave itself, which rises a few meters above you and ends in an opening at the top that allows light to banish the darkness inside during the day. By now your eyes have adjusted and you can clearly make out the outlines of some objects in the cave when you suddenly hear a cracking sound, right next to your ear. Then, you feel the barrel of a blaster pressing against the back of your head.

Holding your breath, you freeze on the spot.

“What do you want?!”, a voice, loud and angry, yells, but it triggers so much more inside of you than you could have ever imagined. He is alive.

“Don’t shoot! It’s me”, you choke out in a hoarse voice. “Y/N.”

You sense the brief hesitation, but the next moment the deadly weapon moves away from you while you are turned around your own axis all of a sudden, getting caught in a pair of strong arms that wrap around your body. You return the hug like your life depends on it while he hugs you like it is the first and last time in his life.

“I can’t believe it”, he whispers softly against your neck, his breath penetrating even through the layered fabrics to your skin. His hands dig into the fabric of your robe as if he never wants to let go of you again, as if all your problems could vanish at once. His words, his voice, bring tears to your own eyes.

It has been so long since you last heard it, let alone saw him. All contact is prohibited, even now, for good reasons. It is far too risky, far too dangerous. Until now, you have always been able to stick to the rules, not wanting to risk anything, but at some point even your strong will gets broken.

“What- What are you doing here, Y/N?”, he asks you now, his voice just as calm and decisive as you remember it. Now, however, doubt resonates with his words. Although you can barely see him, you know how he is looking at you in that moment. Worried, but also upset.

“Obi-Wan, I was so scared”, you admit, brushing away a tear rolling down your cheek with your sleeve before it can be soaked up by the material covering your face. “There were.. rumours. The Empire executed a Jedi, here on Tatooine. I am- I thought maybe-”

“I am fine, Y/N”, he soothes your worries and helps you free your face from the layers of fabric, his hand lovingly cupping your cheek for a brief moment, his thumb tenderly caressing your skin.

“You shouldn’t be here”, he suddenly says, cold and emotionless, letting go of you as he goes to the back corner of the cave, where it seems he has set up his camp for every night. You follow him in silence and watch as he lights a small fire on the ground.

“They found one of us, Obi-Wan. How can you-”

“Please don’t call me that”, Obi-Wan interrupts quietly, his face now lit by the small flame. For the first time you can see him more closely and how he has changed over the years, yet still looks the same. Small wrinkles have formed on his face that were not there before, his beard and hair are longer, outgrown, but most of all his eyes radiate an incredible sadness. “The name only brings up bad memories.”

“For many it is a sign of hope, the name of a true warrior”, you reply reluctantly, even though you know exactly how much pain and suffering the broken man in front of you has already endured in his short life span. He has lost everything and yet he is still sitting here in front of you, alive.

“That was a long time ago. Obi-Wan Kenobi is just a legend, the new generation will not remember him. Ben, however, is an old hermit hiding in a cave in the mountains of Tatooine who has almost given up his life”, he murmurs in a strained voce, not wanting to believe his own words coming from his mouth.

“That is not true”, you answer, sitting down next to him on the makeshift bed, gently stroking your hand over his shoulder. “Ben Kenobi has a much more important mission than Obi-Wan ever had.”

The cracking of the meanwhile larger fire fills the cold cave, otherwise there is silence. The sandstorm raging outside can only be heard faintly, the thick rock walls insulating the noise from outside very well. Realizing he will not answer you anymore and is now busy cooking something over the fire, you let your eyes wander around his new home for the first time.

Objects, some of which you recognize, some of which are completely unknown, lie on several boxes scattered around the whole cave. On a box you can see two smaller, long caskets and you know what is inside right away, which is why you suddenly become very aware of the lightsaber that is attached to you beneath your robe. Next to one of these boxes, white armor peeks out from under a dark sheet, a special armor from ancient times long past.

“How is she?”, Ben finally breaks the silence, probably noticing what your gaze stopped on. His question makes you smile slightly as you focus your attention back on the fire in front of you.

“She is doing very good. Yesterday she found out about the three challenges of the body, mind, and heart, in order for her to be able to take her mother’s place as queen one day”, you say happily, seeing the image of her smiling in your head, how interested and curious she has become over the last few months. “She is a curious little girl, but also very strong-willed. She will be a good future leader for Alderaan.”

“I am relived to hear that”, Ben nods absently, still watching the flames. As you narrated, you caught a glimpse of the corners of his mouth lifting out of the corner of your eye. But sadness quickly overtook his face again.

“And how is he? What is he doing?”, you ask, also interested in the fate of the little boy.

“You will not believe it, but just this morning I happened to see him pretending to drive a Podracer”, he replies, somewhat amused, eliciting a small chuckle from you. You both perfectly know who he reminds you of, but you keep quiet about it, for your own sake.

“He is a kind boy, always willing to help. But he also has big dreams”, Ben laughs out humorlessly, shaking his head as he thinks about it, handing you a plate with the finished meal. “After they executed the Jedi in front of the residents of Mos Eisley, there was a lot of turmoil. Owen made it clear again that I am not wanted here.”

His words leave you speechless for a moment. While you are close friends with the royal family of Alderaan, the most neutral and peaceful planet in the galaxy, making your mission a whole lot easier, you cannot imagine how he must be feeling. Stranded on the most isolated, desolate planet, with little contact to anyone, and when he does contact with someone, he gets looks. He is only allowed to watch his protégé from afar as he grows up. He is always there for him as his protector, his saviour, although the boy does not even know about him being here.

He could have been the Jedi that was executed, and this realization hits you twice as hard, making your heart ache.

“Everything you ever did was to protect your loved ones, Ben. It is not your fault”, you assure him, knowing full well that he has always blamed himself for the terrible suffering of the galaxy, the sound of his name feeling intimate on your tongue. “Believe me, Owen knows that. He is just trying to protect his family, like you do.”

“You are probably right..”, he finally agrees, his eyes sparkling for a brief moment as he looks at you. “The fight is done. We lost.”

“The fight is never done, Ben. As long as we live, we will continue to fight, to strive for peace in the galaxy. We have a task, and I will not give up until I have fulfilled it”, you encourage him, smiling a little, which makes him seem happier as well.

“Between darkness and defeat, hope survives.”

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[sshewonders]

FOREVER CONNECTED BUT FOREVER APART

Obi-Wan x Gn!Jedi!Reader [ANGST]

Summary: The connection between you and Obi-Wan is undeniable, a force that transcends time and circumstance. But Obi-Wan is a Jedi Knight, bound by a code that forbids him from indulging in the passions of love. And so, he holds back his feelings, trapped in an anguished struggle between duty and desire.

a/n: hello! it's been a while, huh? i was so caught up with school and work that i did not have enough time to post any chapter and stories here. i'm still active on this app, but only at night: reading something to make me sleep lol. anyway, please enjoy this short one shot that i wrote when i was at school this morning lol. btw, the last time i wrote here was when i was 16, i'm proud to say that i'm 17 now! ily! <3

As you stand before Obi-Wan, your heart flutters with both anticipation and anxiety. The bond that exists between you is undeniable, a force that transcends time and circumstance. However, Obi-Wan is burdened by the weight of his Jedi teachings, which forbid him from embracing love and its passions. Thus, he resolutely holds back his feelings, trapped in a perpetual struggle between his duty and the yearning of his heart.

In every stolen glance and tender interaction, you catch fleeting glimpses of the depth of Obi-Wan's emotions. His eyes reveal the longing he conceals beneath his composed exterior. There are moments when the pressures of their mission momentarily fade, and in those instances, you witness the vulnerability that resides within him. A soft touch or a subtle smile speaks volumes about the unspoken affection he harbors.

Yet, the Jedi Code stands resolute, an unyielding barrier between the two of you. It demands detachment from personal connections, requiring Jedi Knights to forsake love in the pursuit of harmony and balance. Obi-Wan, a staunch adherent of his duty, wages an internal battle against the tide of his emotions. He denies himself the joy and companionship that love can bring, condemning himself to an existence filled with longing and sacrifice.

You observe the turmoil etched upon Obi-Wan's face as he wrestles with the juxtaposition of what he desires and what he must deny himself. The yearning to hold you close, to share his life with you, is undeniable. But he recognizes that following his heart's desires would lead him astray from the path of the Jedi, endangering not only himself but the very essence of the Force he has vowed to protect.

In the quiet moments, when the stars illuminate the sky and the world seems to hold its breath, you witness the toll that his decision takes on Obi-Wan. He battles against the rising tide of his emotions, the ache of unrequited love tearing at his soul. He longs to speak the words that lay dormant within him, to express the depth of his affection, but remains steadfast in his resolve to uphold the Jedi Code.

Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months, yet the chasm between you continues to widen, even as the flame of your love burns brightly. The weight of his unspoken emotions weighs heavily upon Obi-Wan, and you feel the strain it places on both of you. He remains resolute in his adherence to the Jedi teachings, his unwavering dedication to duty, even as his heart slowly fractures.

Ultimately, Obi-Wan's sacrifice epitomizes the true essence of love. He shields you from the chaos that would ensue if he were to yield to his desires. In his selflessness, he protects you from the darkness that could consume him, knowing that his own happiness pales in comparison to the greater good. The bittersweet nature of his existence is a testament to the strength of his commitment to the Jedi Code, even as it fractures his heart.

You find solace in standing by Obi-Wan's side, forever connected, but forever apart. The unspoken love that permeates the air serves as a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made in the name of duty and honor. It is a tale of unrequited love, of a Jedi Knight who diligently holds back his feelings, bound by the solemn vows he swore to uphold. It is a love that can never be realized, but one that endures as a testament to the power of sacrifice and the strength of the Jedi.

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Geralt of Rivia

Jonathan Pine

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[embrassemoi]

can I request the "perhaps I don't say it enough but I'm always here to talk" prompt with obi wan?

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒

Riddled with grief and regret after the events of Order 66, Obi-Wan loses himself in memories.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Contents: angst, hurt/very little comfort, literally just pain, poor Obi-Wan is a mess, no kenobi spoilers, 800+ words

Notes: I hope you liked this! It turned out way longer than intended but I couldn’t help it lol

There was a flash, a rigid wave vibrating through the Force that jolted her awake, sending her mind reeling with disorder. The sensation amplified as deafening reverberations of mental barriers shot up like slamming doors. 

The air was still, particles of dust spinning in the moonlight streaming through the cracks of the walls. Instinctively, she reached over, grasping at the now empty space beside her before standing – only to stagger back at the gnawing grief spilling out from Obi-Wan’s Force signature. 

The once familiar blue hue to his aura darkened, spiking with piercing acidities that shot through their bond. 

And Maker, it hurt. 

Gritting her teeth, blinking away the onslaught of tears, dizziness threatened to send her back tumbling as she searched throughout the sandstone cave for him. 

Each time she reached for a handhold, needles managed to stab at her skin, but she kept on, hauling herself around the cave before taking a moment to catch her breath. 

She could see him now, a little way down the corridor. Obi-Wan perched himself on a large ledge overlooking the desert. At first glance, he seemed at ease, almost as though he were in deep meditation, except his head was in his hands, fingers brutal in their grasp. 

His signature had never been intemperate, yet this was different. Felt different than the other times. And it took all the decades of training she knew not to wail at the torrential current of utter despair managing to override the control of his thoughts. 

This wasn’t just Obi-Wan. No. She felt it, caught glimpses of it as if they were her own thoughts. 

The charred body, golden eyes, slaughtered younglings, shouts of horror, of hate, of pleading. Padmé. The twins. Of Anakin Skywalker. 

She distantly wondered how many nights – how many months he had spent like this: huddled out on that ledge, letting his thoughts slowly consume him to avoid disturbing her. 

But not even the strongest of Jedi like Obi-Wan could shut out infinite sadness. 

For a moment she said nothing, desperately trying to shake off the distorted ringing of Padmé’s screams until choking out, “Obi?” 

His shoulders trembled and if he registered her voice, he didn’t let on. 

“Obi-Wan,” she said louder this time, walking over and tentatively placing a hand on his shoulder to not startle him. But she felt him pull taut, signature reeling in so quickly – nearly violently – with enough force to shove her back, leaving her stunned. 

“S-orry darling. I – I didn’t mean to wake you,” he rasped out quickly, syllables broken. “Let’s go back to sleep.” 

She fixed him a look, silent as her throat burned with the ache to scream as he stood. Each move was measured to conceal his face in the dark and wordlessly pulled them into their bedroom and down on the mattress. 

Obi-Wan pulled her against his chest, hugging her tightly to himself. The fact he didn’t allow her to see his face was deliberate. 

Before she even attempted to speak, he said, “It’s nothing to worry about.” 

There it was again. The betrayal in his signature, his tone. The utter negligence in the Force surrounding them. 

She cast her gaze around the warm cave and out to the desert as if answered laid in the shadows.  

But there was nothing. It was empty. 

But wasn’t it always? That was what Tatooine was: an endless dune, blistering heat, void of kindness and brimming with exile. Perhaps nobody sane was meant to settle there. 

And yet the core of Anakin still resided there, in the heart of Tatooine. The source of all their pain settled beneath their feet. 

Time, he had insisted for nearly a year, was what he needed to heal. And she gave it. Yet his refusal to speak of it had done nothing but destroy him further. 

“I…” she paused, hearing the tremor in her voice as she smoothed a hand over his chest. “Perhaps I don’t say it enough but I’m always here to talk.” 

A beat. 

“You don’t have to do this alone.” 

When he didn’t answer, she let him be, letting the feeling of his poorly concealed agony radiate off him. Her eyes shut, allowing her Force signature to brush against his mental barriers, flexing the energy shields in a gentle caress. 

Then, unexpectedly, a soft tickle at the edge of her mind, easily ignorable, grasped onto her aura. And when she looked up at him to confirm, he was already staring back. 

The skin around his ceruleum eyes was red from rubbing at it with the stiff fabric of his tunic – swollen with irremediable sorrow. A small wounded noise sounded from the back of his throat. 

The collapse of his shields was slow, letting her breach the surface of thoughts and memories before pushing them into her mind. 

Her arms snaked around Obi-Wan, holding the fractured pieces of him together. 

A sudden inhale turned into short, stuttering sobs and half-whispers as the culmination of bottled emotions poured out from him. 

“I failed him. I sentenced him to a fate worse than death.” 

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[theravenclawlover]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Obi-Wan drabble with #8 and #9 from the angst list? Thank you! btw: love your blog! and congrants on that novel!

Thank you about that comment at the end! 🥺 and also thx about the novel!

Now, I’ve never written anything for Star Wars—I’ve been meaning to do! That being said, I’m sorry if it all seems a little off. I really tried. This is shit but 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, HAPPY MAY THE FOURTH!

This made me cry btw.

(Obi-Wan Kenobi x GN!Reader)

It had been a dream when Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi had broken everything he believed in for you. It had started with small glances, blushing like teenagers when you caught the other starting. The stolen glances, the smiles, the grins, the winks, the smirks. Then it was the touches that would send your whole body into overload because that’s what he did to you. Before he was yours, you could only memorize the way his hand would rest on the small of your back as he escorted you through the mass of Senators and other officials, the way his fingers would touch your arm unnecessarily—not like it bothered you—or the times he held you when protecting you from assassination attempts. But then those small things soon grew to be his hand on your cheek, your chin, his calloused thumb gracing your bottom lip. And there was that first stolen kiss. You two had been sent on a mission that quickly turned sour. You had been terrified for his life but he had rested your qualms with a kiss mainly to shut you up and let him think. But he had grinned at you as you looked at him with wide eyes.

And that’s how it started.

The hiding began soon after. And it was all bliss because you couldn’t get enough of the taste of his lips on yours, the way his hands seemed unsure where to touch and grab at first, but they soon knew exactly where they needed to be. His soft moan when you bit his lower lip, the way he would groan into your mouth when you pulled his hair. And I’m short months it had turned so much more into stolen kisses.

His first ‘I love you’ had been the very same night you had let him made a home out of your body. That very night that been nothing but promises of a ‘forever’ love. It was just you and him. And you loved him as much as he loved you.

Your felt as strong and fierce as Anakin’s and Padme’s love that they tried to hide as you and Obi-Wan did. Better than theirs, though.

And you didn’t care that it was hidden from everyone else. Because the love you two had was meant to stay like that; between the two of you.

And you had believed it. You both had.

Until he met her.

Satine Kryze, the Duchess of Mandalore and leader of the Council of Neutral Systems.

You had introduced them one night during one of the many formal parties you had to attend as Senator. That day haunted you in dark days which seemed to be coming to be almost every day.

From then on, they turned into quick acquaintances. Whenever they saw each other they were quick to fall into a sync that at first, you hadn't thought much about, until you did.

But he was yours. And you had him to yourself. He promised that would never change.

But the never-ending war was taking harsh turns and you rarely got to see him as he kept being sent on dangerous missions while you got to talk politics with people who had stopped listening. And when those days that you did get to yourselves were too short, but you would take what you could get because as the war was taking him from you, the war was taking you from him.

Both of you would make the best out of the time you had. He would make sure to reassure you that he missed you every time, by taking his time with you, loving you with ardor. But then those days began to be taken away because of work--at least that was what he told you.

It sucked, sure, but what sucked more was when he did get to spend those nights with you, it wasn't the same. When finally came home, his eyes weren't as bright as he greeted you with his usual 'hello, there, darling'. His touch seemed forced, his smile didn't reach his eyes as he looked at you, he avoided your eyes half the time, and his touch turned from hot to lukewarm.

At first, you had thought it to be because of the war taking a toll on him, and you understood. Seeing the things he saw on a daily would make anyone distant.

But then you understood that it was much more than that.

Obi-Wan and you had been sent on a special mission to Mandalore. You couldn't even remember anymore why you had been sent, but Obi-Wan had been requested by Sabine, you had been asked by Chancellor Palpatine to accompany the Jedi Knight. Everything in the name of the Republic. Obi-Wan had questioned your presence like never before.

The first two days it had been nothing but civilized chatter, with a tension in the air that you couldn't understand.

It wasn't until the third day that you realized the reality of the situation. Those stolen glances you had once shared with him, belonged to her. Inside jokes you once had replaced those he had with her. The hands that once found ways to touch you, now found themselves on the small of her back, holding her hand to help her stand or sit. His smile was wide as he laughed with her, his eyes looked at her like they once they did you.

You felt life stand still as you watched them be in their little word. Both of them were clueless you had begun to pay attention. And it hurt. Because you had lost him, he had slipped from your grasp.

That night you had waited for him in his quarters. You waited for them to finish whatever was they had decided to still talk about after you had excused yourself after dinner.

It had been a little past midnight when he walked in.

"Love? What are you doing here?" he asked with surprise. He gave you a small smile.

"How long?" you whispered. Your eyes were on your interlocked hands.

His smile dropped.

"What are you talking about?" he asked as he walked around to set his lightsaber down.

"How long, Obi-Wan," you said. "How long since you stopped looking at me the way you look at her?"

He froze in front of the mirror. You saw all the human emotions cross his face as he paled. He lowered his eyes. You frowned as you stood up.

"Answer me," you demanded.

"I- I don't know," he whispered. His head hanging low.

"I'll give you an estimate from my perspective," you said. "Months. It's been months since you've treated me the way you do her."

"Darli-" he turned around, eyes cast low.

"No," you said as you raised your hand to stop him from saying anything else. "You don't get to call me that anymore."

There was a flash of hurt in his eyes as well as guilt.

"Tell me," you said as you stood tall in front of his towering frame. "Tell me why? What did I do to deserve this?"

He looked at your face. You felt the faint brush of his force energy which you had grown to love once but now you could only recoil. He flinched as he felt your resentment.

"You have done nothing to deserve this," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" you laughed humourlessly. "You don't get to be sorry just like that!"

"What do you want me to say? I messed up, I know," he said as he grabbed your hands. You looked away but let him grab your wrists. "Just know that I never meant to hurt you. I don't know when I stopped…when I…”

“Say it. I dare you,” you spat as the back of your eyes began to sting. You poke his chest hard which made him step back. “SAY IT!”

“I don’t know when I stopped loving you and when I began loving her.”

It broke your heart. You already knew that but it still hurt to hear him say it. To see his yes feel guilt as he destroyed what he once had swore to protect.

A rogue tear streamed down your cheek and you quickly dried it away before you turned to leave.

“Wait,” he grabbed you wrist again and this time your free hand had a mind of its own as it connected with the side of his face.

Your hand stung. Just like his touch did. His words. His presence. Those blue eyes you had loved.

“I gave you everything. Mind and body,” you said as he grabbed his red cheek. His eyes on the floor. You could see his eyes watering. Whether because of the slap or the situation, you didn’t care. “And this is what I get in return? You knew you had stopped loving me, yet you continued to tell me you loved me. You touched me and whispered those words to me. Now all I can think about is that maybe you were hoping it was her and not me who you wanted to love. I devoted myself to you in ways that I never did to another. The least you could have done was to be honest. So much for a Jedi Knight.”

Obi-Wan looked at you, hurt at your words.

“Please…” he began but stopped himself. He didn’t know how to fix this. And in reality, there was nothing he could do.

“Please what?” You spat once again. You stepped closer to him as you narrowed your eyes. “Look at me in the eyes.”

He hesitated, but at the end his blue gaze met yours.

“I want you to get one good last look to the face of the only person in the Galaxy that loved you beyond what’s humanly possible. I want you to remember every good time we had and then see this and be reminded that you did this. You broke me. You destroyed what you swore to protect once. While you find yourself loving her, I want you to remember that to be where you are, you hurt me first.”

That was the last time you had seen him. You left the room soon after than, and the planet less than ten minutes later. You had finished your business, and there was nothing holding you there anymore.

So you left.

Broken.

Beaten.

Hopeless.

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[thirstyforcharacters]

Three Times Obi-Wan Didn’t Like You, and One Time He Did

Hi! So this is the first thing I’ve posted on here for over a year, and I’m excited to share it with you!! I haven’t seen the Obi-Wan Kenobi show yet (I know, I need to get Disney+ so I can enjoy it), but he is always on my mind, so here’s a fairly lengthy Obi-Wan Kenobi one-shot. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: angst (think post order 66), enemies to friends/almost lovers, fluff but make it sad

WC: almost 3.1k

ONE

It was the annual Padawan Fighting Tournament. Every year, just for fun, all of the current Padawans would fight each other in a bracket style tournament. All of the Jedi that were on the planet would come watch, both to see who would hopefully grow to become their newest Jedi Knights, but also to have a chance to place their responsibilities to the side and enjoy themselves. The Padawans loved it too; any chance they could get to show off to their peers, they would take. Obi-Wan had won last year, beating out Quinlan Vos for the top spot. He was confident that he would come out of top once more.

As he expected, he was one of the top two contenders. But the other one surprised him. It was you, Ki-Adi Mundi’s new Padawan, and from what he had heard from his peers, you were quite the force to be reckoned with. But he was still confident. You were brand new, and he had been last year’s winner.

Each year, a different Jedi did the announcing for the contest. This year was Master Windu’s turn. Qui-Gon and Ki-Adi Mundi were standing to the side, talking, though Obi-Wan couldn’t understand what they were saying.

Windu cleared his throat, making the room fall into silence as he announced, “Alright, Jedi, it’s time for the final round of the annual Padawan Fighting Tournament. Our first competitor is last year’s champion, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan of Qui-Gon Jinn!”

Obi-Wan walked into their practice fighting ring with a smile as cheers echoed across the room. Qui-Gon shot him a thumbs up from the side, which he returned.

“Our second competitor is vying for their first win, it’s (Y/n) (Y/l/n), Padawan of Ki-Adi Mundi!”

When Obi-Wan laid eyes on you, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. You entered the ring with a cocky swagger, a smug grin stretched across your lips and your lightsaber hooked onto your belt. Your hair, which was dyed green, was pulled back from your face so he could see the twinkle of mischief in your eyes. He saw you and Master Mundi make a gesture toward each other before you turned to him.

“Ready to lose, Kenobi?”

Oh, he already didn’t like you.

“In your dreams.”

“Ignite your sabers!” called Master Windu.

The blue light of Obi-Wan’s lightsaber reflected off of his face while purple reflected off of yours. Your smirk deepened as Obi-Wan glared at you, determination crossing his features.

“Begin!”

At the signal from Windu, you immediately threw yourself at him.

Rookie mistake, making the first attack.

As it turned out, it wasn’t a mistake. Though at first your technique wasn’t able to break through his masterful use of soresu, going first allowed you to have more time to learn each of his little quirks. How when one of his eyebrows quirked up, he would switch his lightsaber to that side of his body. How when he smirked slightly, he would go in for a feint before changing the direction of his attack. You smirked. Though it had taken you a bit longer than with your previous opponents, now you knew when you could could strike. Immediately, you launched into your own masterful control of the ataru style, doing flips, spins, and other acrobatic maneuvers to throw him off. With every eyebrow raise, you would switch sides before him, allowing you opportunities to attack. The speed with which you slashed your lightsaber took his by surprise, and Obi-Wan soon found himself struggling to keep up. With expert speed and agility, you successfully disarmed him, Obi-Wan’s lightsaber clattering to the ground just outside the reaches of the fighting ring.

“And we have a new champion, (Y/n) (Y/l/n)! Congratulations on your first win!” exclaimed Windu.

You stood up with a smirk, offering your hand to Obi-Wan to shake, “Good fight. Might want to work on your technique, though, soresu is no match for ataru.”

Obi-Wan frowned, his brow creasing as he responded, “No need to be so rude. You already won.”

“Bitter?”

He glowered, “I wouldn’t mind so much if you weren’t so cocky about it.”

But because the other Masters and Padawans were watching, he begrudgingly shook your hand.

Oh yeah, he definitely didn’t like you.

TWO

It was the very beginning of the Clone Wars. His hair was still long, and Anakin had only just passed his trials a few short days ago. Now, he was being sent out on a diplomatic mission to the planet of Aaleen to attempt to gain their loyalty. And he got to go along with his favorite Jedi Master.

“Oh, don’t look so excited to be paired up with me,” you chastised.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, “Oh, why wouldn’t I be excited to work with you?”

Yeah, your relationship hadn’t improved since that lightsaber fight.

“Come on, R4!” you shouted to your droid.

The little, green R4 unit sidled up to you, beeping happily. Obi-Wan smiled a little bit at the droid’s appearance. Though he didn’t like you, R4-P42 and R4-P17 worked together well. When their droids joined you, you each hopped into your Delta 7 starfighters, yours the same shade of green as your droid.

“See you there, Kenobi. Bet I’ll make it first,” you taunted before embarking from the landing pad.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes before following suit.

When he finally landed on the desert surface of Aaleen, you were already there, climbing out of your starfighter.

“Too slow!” you shouted.

“Does everything have to be a game with you?” he yelled back, climbing out of his own starfighter.

“Only with you. You’re just too easy to rile up,” you countered.

“Whatever,” he muttered, gesturing for his droid to stay with the ship.

The two of you walked for an hour until you reached a town, but there was no one there.

“It’s like a ghost town,” Obi-Wan said in a hushed voice.

“You don’t think the Aleena have already been taken by the Separatists, do you?” you asked softly.

“Perhaps they have,” he mused, “but we will have to do a bit more investigating to find out.”

As if on cue, two destroyers rolled up to them and started blasting. You could hear the marching of metallic feet approaching you from the other direction. Obi-Wan ignited his lightsaber and began deflecting blaster shots from the droidekas and turned to you hoping you would do the same.

But you weren’t there.

A type of rage that only boiled over when he worked with you bubbled up inside of him. Of course you left. He had no idea where you had gone, all he knew is that he was now alone. The droids closed in on him from the other side as he did his best to stay standing. But Obi-Wan was shot down by pure numbers. The blaster shot to his leg made him fall to the ground in pain.

But all he could feel was anger.

He knew it wasn’t right, as a Jedi. But he couldn’t help himself when you had left.

“You’re under arrest, Jedi!” one of the battle droids cried as they all pointed their blasters at him.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to speak when he heard an “I don’t think so” from beside them.

There you stood, along with all of the Aleena that were held prisoner by the droids.

“You’re gonna regret ever stepping foot on this planet, Separatists,” you growled before launching yourselves into the droids.

The Aleena were also enthusiastic about helping, climbing onto battle droids and ripping them apart as you slashed through them with your lightsaber, casting a purple glow onto your enemies. With the help of the Aleena, it didn’t take long before all of the battle droids were destroyed.

“Thank you for the help,” you spoke.

Though you knew the Aleena didn’t understand you, you stick out your hand to their leader, which he took and shook with a wide-mouthed smile. The Aleena returned to their homes, leaving you and Obi-Wan in the middle of the road.

You leaned down over Obi-Wan, waving your hand over his blaster wound and healing it with the power of the Force. Immediately, he got to his feet, glaring at you.

“You left me alone with an entire company of droids?!”

“I went to go find the citizens and save them! You were a good distraction for the droids!!”

“You let me get injured!!”

“I just healed you!! A thank you would be nice!”

“I’m not thanking you for an injury that I got because of you!!”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, “Ungrateful. That’s what you are.”

Obi-Wan shook his head, “Insufferable. That’s what you are.”

Thankfully, the negotiations with the Aleena were short, and soon you and Obi-Wan were allowed to part. Until the next time you were unfortunately paired together.

THREE

“Leave it to you to get us stuck in this situation!”

“Leave it to you to blame me for everything!”

Obi-Wan shook his head, looking at the chains the two of you were clasped in, “You were the one flying us when we got caught in that tractor beam!!”

“How was I supposed to know that Grievous would catch us in a tractor beam? I was a bit too busy trying to shake all of the kriffing vulture droids that were trying to shoot us out of the sky!!” you argued, tugging on your bonds.

“It would’ve been better for us to get shot out of the sky than end up in in Grievous’ clutches,” he stated.

“Well I’m sorry for trying to keep us alive then,” you snapped.

You and Obi-Wan had been sent on another diplomatic mission together. While the mission itself was a success, and you managed to keep the planet you had visited on the side of the Republic, Grievous’ troops had found your ship on your way back to Coruscant and successfully captured you.

The bonds you two were in were connected. Obi-Wan had been in these particular ones before, except the previous time it had been with Anakin and Count Dooku. This time, he was stuck with you. He wasn’t sure who was worse: you or Dooku. Yeah, he really didn’t like you

“Well it’s done now,” he muttered, “now why don’t we try to find a way out of here?”

“I was just getting there, Kenobi. If you had let me talk instead of chastising me, I could’ve told you my plan.”

“Which is?”

“I have already alerted the 38th about our capture via a hidden tracker in my cloaks. Me and my men all have one on us that we only turn on when we have been taken by the enemy. It has saved my troopers more than once. Since they know you are with me, they will bring the 212th with them. Once we hear them arrive, we can break out of the cell since his troops didn’t have the foresight to chain us with restraints meant for Force-sensitives, and meet up with them somewhere on the ship. I’d say we should break out now, but there are too many droids crawling in this place for us to make it out safely. Then we can locate our ship and lightsabers and escape,” you explained.

He nodded, “For once, I actually agree with your plan. Don’t expect it to happen again.”

“I’m flattered, Kenobi,” you said sarcastically.

The two of you sat in silence after that, waiting around for your troops to get there.

Until you decided to break the silence.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

Obi-Wan was taken aback, “What?”

“Since the moment we met, you hated me. But I’ve never really known why,” you explained.

“Well, first of all, I don’t hate you. I merely strongly dislike you,” that earned a snort from you, “second, I dislike you because when we first met, you beat me in a fight and immediately gained a superiority complex. I’m fine with losing in a fight, but if you’re cocky about your victory, that’s what I’ve got a problem with. And you’ve treated me the same way ever since.”

You nod, processing his words, “I see.”

“Why don’t you like me then?” he asked you.

“Similar reasons, to be completely honest. Ever since I beat you in that fight, you’ve been doing everything in your power to prove that you’re better than me every time we’re paired together for something. You dismiss my ideas, and even if they go right, you always find something to complain about. And quite honestly, though I know it’s not the Jedi way, it pisses me off.”

Obi-Wan chuckled at your last statement, “I understand. I often get angry at you as well, even though I know I’m not supposed to.”

You think for a second, and then respond, “Well, now that we know what upsets each other, maybe we could try to work on it?”

He raised a brow, “You want to try not disliking each other for once?”

“Yeah. It would save our sanity, and I’m sure the council wouldn’t complain.”

“Alright. Then I suppose we could give it a try.”

Maybe you weren’t so bad after all.

FOUR

Obi-Wan was lonely.

Though his hut on Tatooine was small, it felt far too big when he was alone.

It left him far too much space for his thoughts.

He felt empty. Everything he knew and loved was gone. The Jedi Order was vanquished. The galaxy was in complete ruin. And he felt like it was his fault for allowing his former Padawan and brother to fall to the Dark Side. He had failed him.

Obi-Wan hadn’t seen another Jedi in years. The only one he knew had survived Order 66 was Yoda. To his knowledge, everyone else was gone. He wasn’t allowed to see Luke, as the Lars made it very clear they didn’t want him anywhere near the boy. He barely interacted with anyone anymore, keeping to himself as to avoid detection from the Empire.

It was another day of this lonely existence. He worked at his job for meager pay, interacting with customers as little as he could, and then headed home for a small meal.

But his cabinets were bare.

Obi-Wan curses under his breath. He hated making any additional trips into town. It was more of a chance he could be recognized. But he had to eat.

He arrived in town and went to one of the small food stands to purchase a few things to at least get him by for the day. He’d go shopping for more substantial food tomorrow after work. As he paid for his things, he happened to look around and noticed something odd.

It was a person wearing a thick gray cloak. There were all kinds of suspicious characters on Tatooine, so that wasn’t what made him freeze.

It was the familiar green tinge of the person’s hair, and when they turned around, Obi-Wan was met with a face he hadn’t seen in years.

You.

He felt like he could cry. When the two of you had agreed to try and get along, you had ended up becoming good friends. But he hadn’t known what had happened to you after Order 66.

And here you were, right in front of him.

You were just as shocked as him. Though the auburn of his hair was beginning to get taken over by gray, the brilliant blue of his eyes was unmistakable. When the two of you locked eyes in the crowd, Obi-Wan gestured to you to come with him. After he finished buying his food, he walked back to the rickety speeder he had bought to get around on this godforsaken planet. You met him there, knowing that you should go with him. It was too dangerous to talk to him out in the open. He helped you clamber onto the speeder and drove you back to his small home.

As soon as you got off of the vehicle, you flung your arms around him, desperate for some form of human contact from your many years of isolation. Obi-Wan was surprised, but wrapped his arms around you in return, needing the contact just as much as you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked you.

“The Empire found me in my old hiding spot on Endor and I had to run. I came here because I thought no one else would be here. But I’m glad you are, Obi-Wan. I haven’t seen anyone from the Order in years,” you explained, “how did you end up here?”

“I went into hiding on Tatooine in order to watch over Luke, Anakin’s son. Though his family hasn’t exactly taken kindly to me, so I can only watch from a distance. Anyway, please come inside. You must be tired from your journey.”

“Tired doesn’t even begin to explain it.”

Obi-Wan understood the weight your voice carried. It was frustration, loneliness, fear, and sadness. All of the things he was also feeling. He shared the food with you he had bought earlier that day, though you had tried to refuse.

“You bought this for yourself, Obi-Wan, I couldn’t possibly take it from you.”

“Please eat, (Y/n). I’m just happy to have someone to share with.”

You smiled sadly, giving in at his words. You understood the loneliness that came with isolation. So you ate together and caught up on the many years that had gone by since you had been apart.

It had become sunset before you knew it. While you watched the twin suns sink low in the sky, Obi-Wan studied you. Your silhouette was highlighted by the low light, but he could still see all of your features. The wrinkles that had begun to form on your face, the grays starting to appear in your still bright green hair, your battle scarred hands that gripped your chair.

“Why are you looking at me?”

He smiled, “I suppose I’m just still surprised that you’re here. And happy. Quite happy.”

You smiled back, “Me too, Obi-Wan. Me too.”

He moved his chair beside yours, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You leaned onto his shoulder, your smile growing slightly wider as his lips brushed against your forehead. You hoped he’d let you stick around for a little while. If he willed it, you’d like to stick around for the rest of your life.

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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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Palpatine: My boy, Master Kenobi is lying to you!

Anakin: ?...yeah? He does that? Lying is Obi-Wan's favourite sport. Bant told me that he was dropped on his head by Master Qui-Gon when he was a child and Master Qui-Gon was really tall, so the fall shook loose some things in his brain and now Obi-Wan is allergic to giving straight answers. It took me 3 years to figure out his favourite colour. and his birthday. 5 to figure out that he's allergic to shellfish. I once told a restaurant that Obi-Wan can't have shrimp and he told me to "stop giving information to the enemy". I've made a game of it really.

Palpatine: *muttering under his breath* ok try using shrimp next time

Anakin: what?

Palpatine: Nothing!

#look it'd be so funny if palpatine slandering obi wan doesn't work because anakin has accepted that obi wan is just the weirdest person ever #rako hardeen arc where instead of unstable angst anakins like oh hope obi wans having fun he's had a fake death vision board for ages #anakin saying all this as if he is not also the weirdest person ever to non-jedi and even most other jedi mr my dad is a cosmic energy #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #anakin and obi wan #star wars