#obi wan kenobi fic

[grippingbeskar]

I can't get this out of my mind... Imagine riding Obi Wan. he and you have been apart for a while due to the war and finally he's coming home to the temple to you.

You're in his quarters and he's sitting up with you, leaning his strong back against the wall behind him. Your hands are wrapped around his neck and you look breathlessly at each other, sharing warm and messy kisses. Soft "I love you" 's are coming from the two of you and Obi Wan eventually looks down at his cock slipping in and out of your warm heat "Dear..." he'd gasp and see how your warm pussy is creaming on his cock, you're so needy and wet for him, maybe came already and seek another high.

Sorry 🌚

PLEASE. okay i know you didn’t ask for this, but like i’m writing this down so i don’t put my actual FIST thru a wall bc u have me feeling some type of way. never apologise WOW. idk what this is but i needed to write it down bc WHEEW….

ur mind>>>>> i love u for this.

i need to breathe. sjejdoekxke.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your forehead was pressed against his, his hand on the back of your neck, holding you upright while the other was splayed on the small of your back. You don’t remember how long it’s been, how many minutes or hours have passed, all you can think about— all you can feel is the warmth of his mouth kissing you, tasting you at every possible chance he could while his hand behind you encouraged every roll of your hips, the angle sinking you further down on his cock. Your thighs press against the outside of his, caging him to you as you cling to him wherever your hands can find.

“Stars— I missed you, my love.” He stares into your eyes, obsessed with the strung out glaze that covers them, and you can’t form a reply, instead moaning his name in a breathless whisper, one he swallows hungrily. “That’s it— nice and s-slow.”

He’s had you like this all night, and despite the slow pace it was stirring the most intense feeling of pleasure because of how long he had been fucking you— like he had all the time in the world. Obi-Wan was patient, and when he saw how quickly you fell apart riding him the first time, he knew he’d do anything to see it happen again, and again, and again, even if it meant holding out a little while longer.

“I love you—“ You manage before you need to force yourself to breathe in, the hand on your back wrapping around your hip, rocking you back and forth. Your legs were shaking now, and the way he bent forward off the wall he was leaning on meant you were so close he could rock you forward while his thumb circled your sensitive clit. You nearly jolted out of his grip, choking out another pathetic whimper of his name.

“Shh.” He ducks his head, nudging your head back up to look at him before kissing you softly on the cheek. The gentle touch sent electric pleasure down your body, and you could feel yourself getting closer again, muscles tightening as your hands fisted in his hair.

For the first time, Obi-Wan’s head drops down, watching the way your hips grind forward, and how your bare stomach tightens— but as your head drops too, now his hand isn’t there to hold you up, you see what he’s really staring at.

A part of you wants to hide, to look away, but it’s as alluring to you as it is to him. The way you fit perfectly, like you were made to do just this— how even after possible hours have gone by, you are just as wet and needy for him, just as desperate as when he first walked out of that ship. A week away was too long— an hours council meeting was too damn long.

He was transfixed, jaw slack, both hands working in tandem now to press you closer, guide himself deeper. Everything blurs hazy and white, and you feel your whole body shudder, his two hands— always strong and safe, guiding you through your… you don’t know what number it was, and it didn’t matter. It felt too fucking good to stop, like a never ending high only interrupted by small dips of a downward slope and the need to breathe.

“J-just a little longer.” He rasps, kissing along your neck, and even though your muscles strain and your legs don’t feel attached to your body, you need this as badly as he does. “You can do it, can’t you sweetheart?”

“Mhmm—“ Your breath catches as he gets a little faster, and his eyes never leave where the two of you have joined as he buries himself inside you again and again.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

now i’m the one who’s sorry…….. oh my god NANKDWKDJDK

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[bellarkeselection]

Our Little Kenobi

Request from @starvingbrokestudent Can you do a super sweet pregnancy fic with Obi Wan? Like the reader finds out she’s pregnant after fertility issues and Obi Wan is just so excited?! And how they try to keep it a secret from the council and eventually she has a baby boy?

This will be a mini series like you asked 😁

Rushing to the bathroom I didn't even get the chance to remove my lightsaber and my robe from my body because the sickness was coming on so quickly. Holding onto the toilet I puked what I had ate in my stomach feeling out of breath afterwards. This wasn’t the first time this had happened and it was the third time I had gotten sick. Wiping my hand across my mouth I gagged on the taste leaving the bathroom once I had finished. Finding my communicator out of my robe pocket I thought of the first person I could call who wouldn’t ask too many questions. “Padme, can you come to my room please?”

“Of course. Do you need anything specific?” She asked me appearing as a blue hologram.

Running my fingers through my hair with my freehand I whispered under my breath almost like somebody else was listening on the other side of the door. “Could you uh…could you bring me a pregnancy test. I can’t have the medical droids look I into this. They can’t keep a secret if there is something going on.”

“Sure, I’ll be right over.” She hung up the call making me more nervous just waiting for her to come over.

Pacing back and forth across the floor frantically trying to calm my nerves but it wasn’t working. This couldn't be happening to me. I was a Jedi knight and a leader of one of the clone armies. There was a war going on all on top of it. I heard three knocks on the door before I opened the door quickly. “Come in, Padme.”

“Here it is. Why exactly did you need one?” She asked and I knew that she would after she told me about her and Anakin sneaking around.

Taking it from her hands I went into the bathroom quickly doing the test since the waiting was killing me. Sitting on the toilet I just stared at the test in my hands thinking that my life was now screwed. “Padme, I'm going to be forced out of the order.” I croaked through tears feeling her presence in the doorway of the bathroom just watching me.

“I thought Jedi were encouraged to love. That's what Anakin told me.” She responded.

Lifting my head up I felt tears building up. “But you're sneaking around aren't you. It's exactly what me and Obi-Wan are doing…stars he's going to be upset over this.”

“Maybe he will want the baby.’ She tried being hopeful. “Wait a second I should be asking do you want it first?”

Dropping my gaze to the ground floor silence filled the entire room at that point. I didn't know how to answer her question. Being a member of the Jedi order meant that things like love, marriage, and children were out the window. Gripping my hair in my fingers I screamed dropping the pregnancy test on the floor at my feet. “I don't think I can do this, Padme. I can't…I'm not prepared to be a mother. I barely even remember my own parents after the council found me. And then there's Obi Wan…he…I have no clue what he will feel.”

“Have you ever talked about the possibility of having kids with him if you weren’t Jedi knights?” Padme came into the bathroom and sat down beside me on the floor.

Burying my face into my knees I croaked. “We took an oath, Padme. No marriage, no children, no possibilities of going to the Dark Side.”

“I’m sorry Y/n. But I am here for you and whatever you decide to do.” She placed a hand on my shoulder and we both just sat in silence with me thinking back to that night between Obi wan and I.

Opening the door, he walked towards the bed and dropped me down to the bed. My back hit the soft silk sheets before I rose up from the bed staring at him softly and brought a hand to his cheek stroking it softly. He leaned into my touch and brought my fingers to his lips, kissing them softly for a moment before releasing them. Standing tall, he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. My heart began to beat for a second as I stared at him, my eyes directed down to his muscular chest, and blushed at the sight.

I averted my eyes with my hands covering them quickly and tried to contain my blush, he looked up at me and smirked at my reaction. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Y/n. You can look if you want to.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do…have you ever done this before.” I pointed out to him where I peeked through my fingers for a split second.

My hands started to trace his form, I began to run his fingers up and down his muscular chest softly while I began to feel his hand start to crawl underneath my shirt. He yanked my shirt off my head, throwing it to the ground only once breaking the kiss until I was not able to not joke with him at least once. “Woah….you look just wow.”

He glanced down at my clothed beasts staring at them deeply before reaching behind my back and began to unclip the straps off and tear it off me in a split second. I gasped at him instantly reaching a hand to cover my breast, he let out a growl at them pushing my hands away. “ Don’t hide from me, my darling. You are perfect.”

He hovered over me and brought his lips down upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and embraced more into the kiss. I felt a hard rock positioned at my lower religion, he placed his member at my center and looked up at me. “My love, this may hurt for a few minutes, I promise I'll go slowly. We can do this together, the both of us. Since….I haven’t done this before either. Are you sure you want this, I'll stop if you're not ready.”

“I want you. I want you, Obi.“ I said, gripping the bed sheets in my fingers, never moving my gaze from his. “ Please just go gently.”

Obi wan nodded his head slowly brushing some hair out of my face just admiring my face in the small light that was provided by the bedside lamp. “I want you just as much as you want me.”

Within moments I felt the pain suddenly vanish and began to feel pleasure. I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraced me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back. And that was the most enjoyable night of our lives.

I decided after a few days later to finally tell him what was happening. He deserved to know the situation so that we could figure out what to do next together. Standing out of his door I sucked in a shaky breath raising my fist and knocking three times on his door where it opened slowly for him to greet me. “Y/n, what can I do for you?”

“We need to talk…alone. If you have some time before our council meeting.” I almost whispered under my breath before he allowed me to come inside.

He shut the door behind himself, raising a brow. “What is going on, darling?”

“Did you remember the night we shared together? Well something I thought wouldn’t happen ended up actually happening.” Fiddling with my fingers in front of me I lowered my gaze to the ground trying to not show how terrified I was.

Obi wan was a much sharper Jedi then I thought I was though when he takes a few steps towards me. “Y/n, if something is making you nervous you can tell me. You know that right. So what is bothering you?”

“Obi, please don’t be upset. I already don’t know what I am going to do with the result. I can’t handle it if you rat me out and abandon me.” I lifted my head showing him my face was turning red with heavy tears coming down my cheeks.

Obi touched my shoulders, shifting his blue orbs down to my eyes. “Darling, please tell me what is wrong. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“I….I’m pregnant.” I croaked out lowering my head into his chest sobbing. “I’m pregnant with your child.”

The Jedi master froze for a moment so unsure of what to say. He was in the same position as yourself. He knew that the council wouldn’t allow you to remain in the temple. Yet he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist holding me gently letting silence fill the room until he finally separated the hug. “I’m not going to leave you, Y/n.”

“Wait what…are you being serious?” I sniffed clinging onto the fabric of his brown cloak for strength and his arms were still around my waist holding me close to his embrace.

He moved one hand to cradle the side of my face feeling me lean into his palm when he replied longingly. “I said I won’t leave you because you're pregnant. I know the risks that it means for us. But I’d be the biggest idiot if I left you over something we both consented too.”

“You have no idea how much of a relief that is to hear you say that, Obi wan.” I chuckled through tears with such relief off my shoulders as I fling my arms around his neck hugging him tightly but gently.

He tightened his grip around my waist, burying his face into my loose hair. His heart skipped a beat at the realization that he would be a father, he was terrified since he didn’t remember his own much. Yet there was more joy in his mind than fear. “I have been considering this for a long time. I guess you finally gave me the courage to do so…”

“What are you talking about…omg.” I gasped covering my mouth watching him lower himself down on one knee directly before me.

He revealed a tiny black box from inside his brown robe, opening it showing me a simple silver ring that had three jewels in the middle of it. His bright blue eyes poured up into mine. “Y/n, I love you. I know that we are told not to get attached to one another but I couldn’t help it. You are everything that I never knew I wanted until we started spending time together. This baby doesn’t want me to run away from all of that. It makes me want to stay by your side even more. So will you marry me?”

“Oh Obi Wan….yes.” I giggled letting him slide the ring on my finger getting to his feet. He cupped my face in his hands kissing me for the first time in a few days. I leaned up on my toes kissing him back.

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[mostthingskenobi]

THE JEDI AND HIS DUCHESS

SUMMARY: Satine Kryze is a pacifist because of the Mandalorian civil war. But the idea first takes root in her mind after watching something terrible happen to Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The story of how Obi-Wan and Satine fell in love when they were young, and how their feelings reemerged when they reconnected during the Clone Wars.

Told in dual timelines. Graphic Violence. Takes place pre Phantom Menace/post Clone Wars episode Duchess of Mandalore.

TEASER:

“Calm yourself, young one.” Qui-Gon’s large hands stroked her cheekbones. “Where is Obi-Wan?” She stared at him with wild eyes, tears still running down her face. “They took him.” Qui-Gon’s look changed instantly, his features fell as fear gripped his heart. “Where?” “Down the mountain, by the river.” “Who was it?” “Five bounty hunters. Obi-Wan could sense them coming. He told me to run.” Her chin began to tremble. “But I heard him scream so I went back.”

SPECIAL NOTE 09/01/23: A friend recently told me that Star Wars now says Obi-Wan and Satine were 15 years old when they met. I was shocked to hear this, so I researched it myself. In a recent article on StarWars.com, they do, in fact, claim this. When I started writing this fic many years ago I did extensive research into Obi-Wan's timeline. I wanted to make sure I was getting everything right. By the time he reconnected with Satine during the Clone Wars he was 35. It had been approximately 15 years since they had seen each other. That puts him around 20 years old. I don't know why Star Wars decided to change this particular detail, but I want it known that I would never write a story like this about children. I always intended Obi-Wan and Satine to be 20-ish years old (aka consenting adults) in this fic. So, no matter what canon says, please know Obi-Wan and Satine are 20 years old in the flashbacks of this story.

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[biggestsimponhere]

could you write an angst to fluff piece with the prompt “Go after him/her/them” where reader and obi wan get into an argument and anakin (seeing how happy reader makes obi) convinced him to go after the reader and they confess their feelings <33

Go on - Obi-wan Kenobi x F!reader

Warnings - None, it’s just fluff with a bit of angst

“Alright what’s wrong with you?” Anakin said as he pulled obi-wan out of the room and into the hallway. “What’re you talking about anakin?” Obi-wan said looking much more annoyed than usual. “You’re pouting” Anakin pointed out. “i am not” Obi-wan said disgruntled. “Yes you are, did you get in a fight with y/n?” Anakin pressed looking down the hall in your direction. “What makes you think this has something to do with her?” Obi said following anakins gaze. “Just go after her, she makes you happy Obi-wan, i’m serious” He said nudging obi-wan in that direction.

Obi-wan walked away from Anakin heading down the hallway to where you stood. You turned your head at the sound of footsteps but quickly turned it back at the sight of Obi-wan walking towards you. “Don’t” You said before rushing off. “Y/n!” Obi-wan called as he chased after you. There aren’t many places you can hide on this ship and Obi-wan is determined to find you. “Y/n?” Obi-wan said as he approached a small broom closet, he was about to open the door when Cody stepped in front of him. “Cody? What’re you doing” Obi-wan said confused as to why his path was now blocked. “Nothing Sir” Cody replied.

“You’re standing in front of the door for a reason cody, what is it?” Obi-wan said pointedly. “General L/n ordered me not to let anyone in there, sir” He said still blocking the door. “Commander, move” Obi-wan said sternly. “I told her i wouldn’t, sir” Cody said back. “Y/n, please just let me in” Obi-wan said looking past Cody. A small sigh could be heard from the other side of the door before you spoke. “It’s alright Cody, let him in” You said just loud enough to be heard. Cody finally stepped aside and Obi-wan quickly opened the door to find you sat huddled in the small corner.

He quickly crouched down in front of you after closing the door. “I’m sorry y/n” Obi-wan said, gently setting his hand on your knee. You stared at it before slowly putting yours on his. “It’s alright Obi” You said quietly. “No it’s not, i hurt you and i really am sorry” He said softly. “I forgive you obi” You said looking up at his face finally. He smiled softly at you before moving closer to you. You watched his eyes flick down to your lips and then back up, yours quickly following suit. The two of you leaned in at the same time smiling as your lips finally connected. His lips were soft and the kiss felt like coming home to freshly baked cookies.

As the two of you pulled away you laid your foreheads against each other as your breath mixed in between the two of you. “Can we go back to your quarters? I’m tired” You say rubbing your eyes. “We can do whatever you want darling” He said pulling you up. The two of you exit the small closet, you stop and thank Cody before heading to Obi-wans quarters. “Go lay down my love, I have a few things to do and then i’ll be right there” He said kissing you on the head before walking to the table. You nod, dazed. You walk to his bedroom and shut the door behind you. Stealing one of his undershirts and a pair off light pants, you wrap yourself in one of his robes before laying down.

You quickly fall asleep. Obi-wan walks in about an hour later to you sleeping peacefully curled in his robe. He smiles at you adoringly before shedding his robes leaving him in his light undershirt and pants. He sighs softly as he climbs into bed next to you. You turn, waking slightly at the movement. “Obi?” You say softly, slightly opening your eyes. “I’m here darling” He says sliding under the blanket. You curl into his chest and he holds you close. “I missed you, i hate it when we fight” You say, breathing him in. “I missed you too my love” He says softly. “I love you” Is the last thing you hear before you drift back off to sleep.

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[deakyjoe]

Unspoken

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader (no pronouns used)

Category: fluff, forbidden love (almost), angst (maybe)

Summary: You and Obi-Wan take a moment for yourselves to reflect.

Warnings: fluff, angst (??)

Word count: 600(ish)

A/N: In honour of Star Wars Day, I decided to write a short fic about my other great Star Wars love. May the 4th Be With You.

Coruscant was too busy, too hectic. There was no space to think. Just think. You missed the grand beauty of Naboo and the barren simplicity of Tatooine. Except for a few upsides, it was safe to say that this planet was not fit for you.

Yet you had little choice but to live here for the majority of your time.

There was a viewing deck that you visited frequently, a place of solace, that was usually empty of any other beings. So that's where you headed when the bustling surface of Coruscant became too much for you to handle.

When the door to the deck slid open, you were surprised to see that someone else was already there. And they were sat in your spot.

You cleared your throat to make them aware of your presence and, startled, blinked a few times when you saw it was Obi-Wan.

He smiled softly at you and beckoned you to join him. "Hello."

"Hello." You replied, taking a nervous step forward. "I'm not disturbing you, am I? I can go if you'd like."

Obi-Wan shrugged and gestured to the seat next to him. "It would be impolite to send you away. This is your spot, is it not?"

You didn't know he was aware of that so you just nodded and sat next to him.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, just gazing out at the skyline.

He was the one to break the quiet. "It's peaceful up here. I understand why you like it so much."

The idea of Obi-Wan being observant enough of you to notice something like that was... strange.

"It is. It gets me away from... everything." You explained, not want to divulge further.

You were pleased when he only hummed in acknowledgement and didn't pry for anymore.

"Coruscant can be overwhelming." He agreed, seemingly reading previous thoughts you'd had in the past. "As can being a Jedi."

That shocked you. So you asked a probing question. "Do you ever dream of leaving?"

He glanced at you. "The Jedi Order?"

"Yes." Your mouth went dry.

"Sometimes." It seemed Obi-Wan was full of surprises.

"Me too. It seems... free." You paused. "More free than this."

"You think this is restricting." It was more of a statement than a question.

You nodded, returning your attention to the horizon. "Aspects of it."

"Such as?"

"I have no real choice over my life. I do what the Order tells me, no questions asked."

He just hummed in acknowledgment again.

"Do you find it restricting?" You couldn't look at him, not directly in the eye anyway, despite knowing he was looking at you.

The speed of his answer was jarring. "Yes."

You swallowed thickly, daring a glance at him. "What do you find restricting?"

He appeared to ponder if for a moment, taking in the view for the first time since you'd walked into the room. "Unspoken things must remain unspoken."

Oh.

You knew where he was coming from, not denying to yourself that you felt the same. You just didn't realise the thing was mutually unspoken.

There wasn’t anything you could offer him that would make up for what he was implying. So you just returned the sentiment. “Yes… they must, unfortunately, remain unspoken.”

Silence swept across the two of you again in a chilling wave as the reality of your restricting lifestyle took hold. Yet, there was a part of you that hoped, one day, maybe some things could be said aloud.

But for now, all you could do was wish.

A/N: pov: me writing this quickly as I get ready to go to karaoke night at my student bar.

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[buckyarchives]

EARTHQUAKES CAN BE A FLIGHT RISK, TOO. [1/3]

modern obi-wan kenobi x female reader

w/c: 8k

!!!: obi-wan is referred to as ben. family trauma, jealous asshole men, anakin is dead and it comes up a lot.

heavily inspired by im with you by wkemep

ao3 / masterlist

“...ladies and gentlemen, can I please have your attention? We regret to inform you that the current blizzard in Chicago has delayed several flights… for more specific information, please go to the customer service desk for your respected airline assistance. We are sorry for the inconvenience.”

The airline speaker announces like a mantra to a less-than-pleased crowd at O’hare international airport. 

Watching as sun-kissed families that are more than ready to go home sit around barricaded by the feet of snow piling up on the floors, and behind and ahead of you people with permanent scowls as they come to the realization they'll be stuck in this airport for more than expected.

The line to the few customer service desks has loomed and looped around the place, from where you stand it looks like it never ends. You look forward and at the back of a pitch-black head of hair, a tall man in a suit taps his fingers on his leather briefcase and groans for the 10th time in the past few minutes, (yes, you're so bored you began to count). The snowfall outside was more of a blessing rather than a curse for you, you wear a small smile, completely unbothered by the long line ahead of you.

New Year's Eve is tomorrow, and tomorrow is your annual new year's party. 

Your friend group has done it since high school, it's like a sort of reunion, and the only thing keeping your friend group alive. It seems no matter how far apart or distant any of you've grown, everyone manages to make it back to this party. You’re sure some of the reason is for the fact the girl, your best friend, that throws it every year is absolutely loaded. You're less than excited to go this year, though.

A loud, stressed yell of a man in a tacky Hawaiian button-up makes your head shoot up. You'd been watching the family at the front desk for a moment now, the stress of the toddler whining and the teenager complaining has probably gotten to the father. You understand, yet it still doesn't give him the right to yell at the customer service attendee just doing his job. You shake your head in disappointment. 

“A bunch of barbarians.” is whispered with a thick accent behind you, loud enough to be heard but quiet enough to where it might have been directed at you. 

You think to turn around to find out, but you don’t and keep looking ahead at the father yelling and successfully keeping the line looping around the airport.

“Honestly, I can't tell if the yelling is more embarrassing or the absolutely disastrous excuse of a shirt he's wearing.” the man behind you comments and even if he isn't speaking to you, you can't stop the snort that leaves you unprovoked.

“The socks and sandals combo, I think,” you mutter back, hoping in lands. It does, a small breathy laugh comes from the man behind you. Smiling to yourself, you still haven't turned around, yet.

You do - instead - shift your eyes to the large windows. The world is covered with snow and the bright lights of the city. A dystopian feeling washes over you that you're sure only comes from being at an airport this late, or so early in the morning. Time is irrelevant in the sense you only need to know how long it will take you to grab gum and some caffeine while also being able to make it to your boarding gate on time. 

You snicker to yourself, accepting the fact you'd be completely okay with your flight being canceled or missing your boarding time. 

The line erupts into chaos, it happens so quickly. The Hawaiian shirt must have blown his top, taking a step back and causing a domino effect to the line. The businessman with no bits of patience falls back on you and before you can even get a yelp out, hot coffee pours down your sweatpants and solid arms brace your fall. 

The world moves on though, everyone's eyes don't stop looking annoyed, at their phones or flight board. The man in the Hawaiian shirt continues to yell, and apparently, so do you.

“Asshole! I spent a good 4 dollars on that!” you push yourself out on the arms of the mystery funny man behind you and barrel forward like a goddamn tank, you'd barely got a few spits out of that drink! Grasping at his shoulder to get his attention, the man whips back fast.

“You got your coffee on my shoes, you bitch!” his finger raises to your face, he's tall. You should feel intimidated but irritation blinds you and your rage doesn't stop your shouts.

“Me! You're the one with no sense of surroundings and bumped into me!”

“Listen here, young lady – “ he begins to step into your space, tower over you and fear suddenly washes over you. Flinching as his pointer finger waves around, you shut your eyes and an arm from behind you brushes past your shoulder. 

Blinking your eyes open, 5 fingers are spread out and pushing the businessman back, whose gaze is looking past you now.

“Please back off the girl, sir.'' His voice is stern, an interesting contrast to the sarcastic tone from moments ago. It sends a chill down your spine and you haven't even seen his face yet. 

Your eyes trailed from his hand down to his cream hoodie sleeve, slowly he steps in front of you and between the man. You notice his side profile, a large mole on his cheekbone and then the back of his sandy blonde hair as he speaks to the man.

“Do you know how much these shoes cost? Just for coffee to be spilled all—”

“I suggest you settle down, turn around or you'll have to argue about your cheap shoes to airport security,” he speaks with a stern, calm tone. “And with this layover, you do not want to be stuck in airport security.”

You're not sure if it was the threat itself or the intimidating aura this man suddenly gave off, but the businessman turns around with a stank in his eyes and a grumble leaving his lips. You're impressed, to say the least.

“Are you alright?'' The sandy blonde hair turns around once the threat is seemingly gone, his voice is less stern and replaced with a surface-level worry. You notice his eyes, they're piercing through you. 

Your fingers run down your wet pants, it's warm but bearable, not noticeable. 

“Uh, yes, I think so.” just startled and damp, you almost say.

“I'll get you another cup of coffee once we survive this line,” his Atlantic blue eyes dart from your hands to the head of the line, and then back to you.

“You don't need to, you weren't the one to bump into me.” you wave his offer off, “anyways, you did enough with that dude.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, with a surprising amount of concern in his voice for a stranger that literally fell into him.

“Yes, I'm sure,” you say, suddenly feeling like a deer in headlights as he stares at you. You reach your hand out, offering your name.

His smile catches you off guard, it's warm and reaches his blue irises, and the sides of his eyes crinkle. It's genuine and very, very pretty. 

“Ben Kenobi, it's nice to meet you.”

The line moves, thankfully, and you're reminded of the fact Ben had technically stolen your spot. He notices as well.

“Oh, dear. I’m sorry, I didn't mean to step in front of you.'' He gently pushed you in front of him, with a gentle hold on your upper arm. His hands are impossibly warm, you don't like physical touch, much less from a stranger at an airport. But this was okay. He coughs and you turn around, he might as well disappeared then, except for the fact his presence loomed over you to an uncomfortable extent. 

Time is still irrelevant and you notice how quickly the line begins to move now, the airport has seemed to get a grasp on the situation as the flight plan board begins to flicker with dots of green and another customer service worker starts a new line. You almost forget about your coffee-soaked pants until you begin to move to break off into a new line, conveniently having a suitcase full of clothes. 

The boy behind the desk looks barely eighteen, maybe just a babyface. Either way, you can tell the stress of the situation is getting to him. His ears and cheeks are tinted red in stress and his eyes dart wildly in anxiety, you do your best to be considerate. 

As he begins to punch in the number for your flight, you wait patiently, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Ben at the desk next to yours. Glancing over, he glances back with those piercing blue eyes. Have you ever seen something so blue? You smile kindly, one of those smiles you give to someone whom you're not friends with, but not strangers. It's fitting. 

“Thank you for your patience, ma’am.” you hear, he clears his throat and you notice his anxiety diminishing. “We are still watching the blizzard before we can get a confirmed time of departure for your flight from Chicago to San Diego. Please be patient and keep watch on the flight information boards and announcements going forward. We are terribly sorry for the inconvenience.”

You nod and thank the man for his help, he smiles at you, watching his shoulders slack a little. Honestly, you'd rather stay camped out around cranky kids than step foot in the state of California right now. You have no complaints and an unusual bounce in your step as you go to find a place to rest until you hear more news about your flight.

A part of you wonders why you even agreed to go this year, a moral obligation to the unspoken tradition that's been going on for over a decade now? Probably. To see your best friend? You see her normally, you don't need a stupid New years party to see her. You know he will be there and just for that fact you're dreading it. 

Seeing him by choice should be considered self-harm at this point. Especially since the last time you saw him, because you know once you see his stupid smile the cycle will repeat and you'll be head over heels. Your eyes dart back to your flight schedule. Delayed. Good.

Your name is shouted from behind you, faintly you hear it and have to let yourself hear it again before turning around. Ben comes walking close with a military backpack slung over one shoulder. He's still calling out your name before you ground yourself enough to respond.

“Hey, Ben. Updates on your flight?” 

He shakes his head and wears a bittersweet smile, he doesn’t seem so down about the blizzard either. You wonder for a moment if he too is versed in the art of balancing on earthquakes just to fall, because that's what this is, whatever you're doing right now. 

“Nope, off to terminal D to wait it out.”

Your eyebrows perk up in surprise, “terminal D, huh?”

“Would that be where you're headed as well?” he catches on, the end of his lip quirked up slightly. You notice the freshly groomed beard. It suits him but you also notice the razor cuts lower on his neck, it makes you want to laugh.

“It would be.”

“In that case,” his eyes darted to the terminal entrance, a sense of familiarity was in his eyes. “I think you should let me buy you a new coffee.”

Wow, this man is stubborn.

An amused smile paints your face, and you almost laugh. Not sure why. Thinking to protest, but you remember a conversation you had with your therapist. Looming over your shoulder telling you to say yes to good things more, even if you believe you don't deserve it. This could be a good thing, or this could be nothing and you steal a latte from this man and never see him again. Either way, caffeine does sound good. 

“Okay, Ben. Lead the way,” you say and Ben smiles, he tells you there's an okay coffee shop in this terminal he swears by. You trust him and watch the back of his head as you walk down the terminal. 

Your palms are slick as you grasp at your suitcase handle, the clicking sound as the wheels hit the grooves in the airport floor turning to white noise. Trying to cast out any thoughts of this party, or actually attending it.

“Where are you going? If you don't mind me asking,” he asks, the sounds of the world come rushing back and Ben’s walking next to you now. 

He must have slowed his steps for you, his eyes are still so blue even under the dull lights. You didn't realize you made it to the cafe already. It smells warm of vanilla, a stark contrast from the artificial smell of cleaning products the rest of the airport gave off. Ben is still looking at you.

“San Diego,” you answer plainly as you step into line. Two blonde-haired teen girls stand in front of you, giggling about something. In Front of them is a college-aged student with heavy bags and headphones over her ears, she's ordering something with too many shots of espresso.

Ben laughs, “Me too. La Jolla.”

“Clairemont.” 

A beat of silence. Ben rocks on his feet and puts one hand over the other in front of him, his eyes darting to the menu. “What will you be having?”

You hum, overwhelmed by all the options. Maybe this is the time to try something new, you think. 

“just an iced latte with espresso.” old habits die hard. You always get that drink, no matter the cafe, no matter the state, no matter if a handsome and polite stranger offers to buy you anything you’d like. Maybe you should have gotten a matcha or a cappuccino to make yourself more interesting.

“Alright.” he nods. 

“Thank you,” you mutter.

“It's no problem,'' Ben smiles and it's so genuine, it feels strange to be on the receiving end of such a genuine smile from a man you met only a few moments ago. “If you want – you can grab a table or change out of those pants while I order.”

You look down at yourself, the sweatpants are practically dried now and you really didn't feel like digging through your bag in the middle of this cafe. “Thank you, again.”

Ben just nods and you roll your suitcase and yourself to a table, it's sitting next to the glass window and looking at a middle-aged man passed out on a bench. You hope he doesn't miss his boarding time. A group of adults with fruity drinks laugh together, surrounded by luggage. 

your fingers brush your hair out of your face, taking a deep breath in and just settling, only for a moment. Glancing back to the front, Ben is ordering and the barista has a smile on his face. With a look of familiarity in his eyes as he speaks to Ben, it's obvious they are speaking about more than just coffee order, he must be an old friend. 

Quickly, the unknown but apparently familiar barista glances towards you, and back to Ben's face once he notices you were looking too. That was embarrassing. His face is painted with surprise, and happiness when he looks back to Ben, just before you could look away and dwell on your own life. 

Ben comes walking back, you sit up straighter so maybe he doesn't get the impression your rethinking all your life choices up to now. You know? Bad first impressions and all. 

Well, you may have already checked that box now. Great.

“So,” he smiles, setting two cups down. A piping hot chai with lavender and honey and your drink, a simple latte. “What's in San Diego that you've decided to travel to during a blizzard?”

“Uh,” you stutter, do you lie so as not to get into the dread of why you wish to not be going? Hmmm, he is a complete stranger as well. “Well, I didn't technically choose to travel during this. Mother nature as her own mind.”

Ben chuckles, “That is true, I guess.”

“A party.” you spit out. “A New Year's party, I've had it every year since sophomore year.” 

“Oh, college or high school?”

“High school.”

He sits back, an amused smile, maybe even a little shocked as you’re in your early 30s now. “Wow, long-time tradition.”

“Yeah.” you breathe, sipping at your latte. It is pretty good, you are glad you followed this stranger into this cafe. Better than Starbucks, god, you could roll your eyes.

“Excited?”

Your eyebrows furrow, “excuse me?”

“Are you excited about the party?” he clarifies.

Are you this out of your mind? Nothing feels real right now.

You pause, almost choking on your own words. Do you lie? 

“Yes.” you keep it short and simple, gritting your teeth.

Ben hums, seeming not too convinced. You had never been a good actor before.

“Sorry,” you say before Ben could even ask if you were lying, “I'm not good at small talk.”

“That so?” his eyebrows quirks up, “big talk then. What first? Politics? Religions? The meaning of life? Pineapple on pizza?”

You smile, “It's criminal, fruit doesn't belong on pizza.”

“Oh, have you tried it?” a cheeky grin falls to his face and he leans forward. 

“I don't feel I need to, I know it will taste horrible,” you say.

Ben just laughs at you and it's warm and genuine and it's nice enough to wear it rings in your ears and for a moment, muffles out any thought of him. You think, maybe you can get used to this. Once again, your eyes find the world around you and you begin to notice more and more stressed passengers scrambling for their brains and flight times. You sigh, a part of you wishes you could care so much. 

Ben observes everything too, he looks almost nostalgic. You've known this man for only twenty minutes and he's been the most interesting or mysterious man you've encountered in a while. You're not sure which word is best to describe him yet, you haven't decided.

“All hell is going to break loose soon, we’ll have to make a game plan,” he says, deadly serious and it makes you smile. It's never been that easy.

“Game plan?”

“Of course.” Ben sits up straighter. “We’ll need to find food, shelter, chargers, and entertainment. In order of importance.” 

The question slips off your tongue, “You seem familiar with this, do you travel a lot.”

An emotion flashes across his face, it's unknown to you, but it didn't seem very positive. You'd wish you held your tongue, instead, you sip your coffee.

“Somewhat, more as a kid than now.” you're trying not to overanalyze the way he sounds sad when he said that like it was a pain to come back. It's probably nothing. You sip your coffee again and so does he. 

Ben's eyes glance to the clock, “well, we should probably get to it.”

It's funny, you don't realize this now but the way he doesn't need to ask, or you need to request teaming up on surviving the O’hare international airport blizzard. But you do, you get up and follow him again as he begins to ask you about your favorite food, if you're vegan or gluten-free. Maybe it is the bonding over coffee and assholes that molded this, an unspoken bond within 30 minutes. It's quite impressive, you think. 

You just hope he doesn't turn out to be creepy or some serial killer luring you in with his charm and blue eyes, it seems like a recipe for another Ted Bundy. But within those piercing blues, you see kindness and a sort of pain you would only be able to recognize in yourself. Maybe you have a strong intuition, or maybe you're stupid, but you continue to follow him into a small convenience store. 

The air still smells like a cleaning product, you catch a whiff of garlic when you walk past a certain aisle and then cold air once you reach the back. You grab a water and soda, a few strides to the right and you turn around, one thing of pringles and gum. You look up and see Ben's hair bobbing up and down as he walks down another aisle, just before he shows himself in front of you with handfuls of his own snacks. 

“All good?” he asks you, checking up on you. It's sweet.

“Mhm.”

The cashier rings you both up, once again, Ben knows the cashier.

“Haven't seen you around her in awhile, Ben.” her raspy voice speaks, she looks to be in her 60s with a head of shoulder-length gray hair. She balanced red glasses on the tip of her nose and wears a soft, apologetic smile as she greets him.

“Can't stay in Chicago forever,” he says, you think about what that means. He said he traveled a lot. Maybe you think too much.

Her hand grazes over the bag of m&m’s, the yellow-colored pouch ones with peanuts. Her face goes sour, a stark and surprising contrast from the happy customer service mask you recognize. She holds them in front of her like it was a flaw, but she doesn't say anything and lets Ben notice it first. He does.

“Oh,” he says, almost like he surprised himself that'd picked them up and carried them all the way here. “Habit. I'll put them back.”

Habit? 

You watch the interaction with a solid confusion from start to end, feeling like an outsider watching from within, an inside joke you can’t seem to grasp. From the apologetic, embarrassed, and solemn faces – it definitely isn't funny though. Ben speeds up, grasping the package all too tightly with his eyes trained on the ground and then he disappears around in isle.

The cashier looks back at you, she doesn't know you but she knows Ben. She smiles, it's a sad smile and she understands your confusion.

“They were his little brother’s favorite.” is all she says, you're still confused and your brain urges you to ask more. It feels way too personal though, and Ben is already back with empty hands.

He pays, you pay. You try not to think too hard about what it means and why she looked so sad telling you that, you don't think to ask either.

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Ben's palms are hot and sweaty as he wipes them on his pants, he's doing better. He's talking to new people, new people being a very pretty stranger during a flight delay. Only one small slip-up, it wasn't his fault really, muscle memory because normally Anakin would kill him for not getting his m&m’s. Maybe he should have just bought them anyway.

He passed the terminal D sign, he could navigate this place blind. Your railing close next to him looking around curiously, shelter. That was the next part of the game plan. 

“Over here,” he mutters, glancing at you. Show you a mostly deserted corner, a free outlet (rare), and close enough to a flight board so each of you'd be able to keep up to date. Not like Ben really wants to see those red words turn green, shamefully. 

You settle in, you drop your backpack, and park your suitcase against a wall. Ben goes straight for the outlet with his charger, got to hog them before any iPad kids can. You follow and sit next to him on the large window sill, his phone buzzes alive and he's met with a picture of Leia and Luke crawling onto his shoulder. It was when they were only 5 years old and they'd taken a trip to the beach for Ben's birthday, it was also the last time he'd seen either of them. He bites back a frown. 

“Cute kids.” your voice brings him down to gravity, and his head started spinning in the convenience store. Forgetting you were looming over his shoulder. “They yours?”

“Oh, no.” Ben gulps, “my niece and nephew, they're twins.”

You just smile and not, not saying anything else. 

“You should probably change out of those pants. Do you have something else to change into?” Ben asks, eyeing your stuff.

“Oh, yeah. Thank you for reminding me.” you jump down from the window sill and zip open your suitcase. Ben watched as you rummage through your clothes to pull out a pair of black shorts, “I'll be right back, save my spot?”

“Of course.” 

And you headed to the restrooms. 

Ben looks back down at your wide-open suitcase, he's not nosey or creepy, but he notices the short and sparkly dress laid out on the top. It looks incredibly fancy and even a little skimpy. He thinks you'd look pretty in it.

You come back in no time, legs on displacement and Ben notices your beat-up converse, little doodles along the soles. Ben smiles to himself. 

“Do you mind if I ask?” the words leave his mouth without permission, and he glances back to the sparkly fabric absolutely intrigued. He's probably crossing some personal line right now, but his mind can't stop thinking of your face - compared to now, at least – when he asked if you were excited. You say yes with a disappointed look while sitting in a long line knowing your flight will be delayed with a satisfied look in your eyes. It's curious, but Ben thinks he understands fully.

 “Are you actually excited for this party?” 

You look like you've been hit with a brick, for a stranger to be able to suspect your real emotions so well, to be able to read you, to detach that carefully crafted method of acting. You look down at your shoes, clench your fist and look back up at him. Smiling, it's not genuine, but it's what he would call a smile, “no, not really.”

Ben nods, he understands.

You huff and shoulder slack, sitting next to him. The secrets out and the boulders on your shoulder begin to lift, slightly. The overbearing weight that you could still be eating on a slight soon still hangs heavy over your head. 

“It's horrible, but I was actually so excited to find out about my flight delaying.” you laugh to yourself, it's self-depreciative. “It's just…” the words begin to slip out of your mouth, “I've known these people forever and obviously, you go through a lot with people you've known that long, but we still make an obligation to go to this party no matter what. This year though, some of my relationships with people there are a bit shakier than usual.”

“I understand,'' Ben breathed out. His voice shakier than usual, now he won't let the water break the damn, he's sure of it.

“You do?” you light up ever so slightly, looking at him with sudden curious eyes. A sense of understanding and someone to bear your burdens with, your shoulders look even more relaxed. Ben wants to curse at himself when he notices your lip quirked up when you start to speak. “What troubles face you on the other side of this stupid flight.”

Maybe he won't let himself crack, maybe.

Ben gulps, “Yes, uh.” he thinks, should he? “My family–”

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.” You seem cautious, but Ben would be a hypocrite if he didn’t even vaguely explain his situation after you practically spilled your guts in the wonderfully terminal D of O’hare international airport. “I know how some family drama can be.”

“No, it's okay.” he laughs off your incredible consideration, breathing heavily. Why does he do this to himself? Just don't mention Anakin, he tells himself that it's going to make any difference once he opens his mouth. The damn always breaks. 

You nod and sit patiently, attentively and it makes Ben's chest thump. What is wrong with him? He frowns with pink-tinted ears because what good has come from learning to pretend? 

“My sister-in-law and I don’t have the greatest relationship, currently…” Don't mention him, don't say his name. “So I haven't seen my niece and nephew for a while.” your eyes widen, not because of the simple fact of what he said. No, you feel bad about asking, obviously, it's a sore subject. You think you should have known, but you didn't. “And no good has really come from that either, I've pretty much been digging myself a hole with her and the kids over the past few years and well, their tenth birthday is in a few days so I'm trying to make steps to apologize for my absence.”

You don't say anything, but you understand. Ben can tell by the way you're looking at him, you know there more though. You don’t push or prod, you wait.

“But it's very scary, as you can tell,” he says, avoiding eye contact and looking at his sweaty palms, he's still sitting on the window seal with blinking city lights just past you two. The cold feeling on the large glass panels calms him and single-handedly keeps him back from breaking down. Ben learns to find comfort in the dangerous blizzard, strange, isn't it? He's never liked the cold before.

“I feel guilty for being happy about the delay, I should be excited to see them.”

A beat of silence, he shouldn't have said that. A failure of an uncle, a bad listener, and a bad person. He's just laying it all out too, ironic. Just as he called himself a hypocrite.

“Well all my best friends are at this New years party and you don't see my moping around about this flight delay, hm?” you say like it's just that easy, maybe it should. “Don't feel too guilty, you are nervous, you're human.”

You're human.

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It's been an hour, you think.

Actually, you're not sure about it all. having not checked the time in a while, much more occupied by beating Ben at uno. It's been borderline embarrassing having handfuls of cards as he yells uno for the 8th time. But hey, you're learning things about each other whilst doing it, and how bad is getting to know a charming, handsome stranger with a toothy grin even if he's absolutely killing you with +four cards.

“Uno!” you look up to see a cheeky grin and unfortunately, one uno card in his hand.

“You have to be cheating!” you murmur.

“Sorry, I'm just very good at reading people.” he quips back and you hate the shine in his eye as he speaks, it's making it very hard to be mad at him.

“You know, if the shoe fits.” you nervously put down a green five, eyes glancing up at him as Ben watched you intensely. His face is empty and calm, but Ben puts down his last card and you erupt into a pained groan. “This is horrible for me!”

Ben just laughs softly, grabbing the deck of cards and yours and beginning to shuffle them once more. You originally planned to sleep off or even finish that book you've long neglected during this delay, anything to not think, but this. This was an alternative you were okay with. 

Most of the airport got the memo, keeping watchful eyes on the flight information and listening ear to the announcer. For those that could – slept, read, snacked away. Parents did anything to keep their children quiet or entertained. It was a sort of humility you'd only ever see during such a situation, it helped the doom brewing in your chest.

“So what did you say you did for a living?” you ask, as Ben hands you another seven cards.

A new discovery was made soon after you got to know Ben. Small talk is much more bearable whilst multitasking, so those awkward beats aren't filled with even more awkward little “interesting” or “that's so cool,” which are most of the time, very ingenuine. 

But the small talk you started with had slowly snowballed into big talk, or whatever Ben has called it in the cafe. You'd learned Ben's favorite color was blue, he was thirty-nine. obviously, he's very good at uno. That one you figured out on your own, besides that, it's been purely basics. 

“Well, I am currently unemployed.” Ben swallows, putting down a red nine.

You put down a red-three, “almost forty and unemployed. You're brave.”

“Are you shaming unemployed people?” he deadpanned and his certain sarcastic demeanor makes you giggle.

“No! I've been there once, you know,” you add, leaning back to get a good view of your cards before getting another down. “I just mean, what do you do with your life?”

“Mope.”

“Be serious, Ben!”

“Okay, okay.” he settles, putting down another card. “I am currently living off the government's money, army back pay. I read books, and visit cafes. Read books in cafes, draw pictures in them too, but only sometimes.”

“Army?” that would explain the military bag, the non-humanly straight posture, and definitely the traveling.

Ben looks away, almost embarrassed when he speaks, “Twenty years.”

You want to gawk, but that'd be rude. Should you say thank you for your service? Based on his demeanor now, you don’t think that's a great idea. It's always forced and no one really means it anyways. 

Instead, you ask probably an even worse question. “Why'd you leave?”

Ben's figure taps rapidly on his card in hand, he's trying his best to keep eye contact with you but you can tell it's hard for him. You regret asking him that, maybe you should have stayed in your comfortable small talk area.

“My brother,” Ben starts, barely holding himself together by grasping at the uno card. “He passed almost 10 years ago and I decided then I would leave since he had just had children.”

Oh, that’s what the moment in the convenience store was about. You think about this place and everyone that seems to know him, assuming they knew his brother as well. This airport must bring some conflicting memories.

“That was very considerate of you, Ben.” You answer honestly, your mouth feels dry as the syllable leaves his mouth. 

“It was hard.” Ben looks down at his hands and shuffles the few uno cards in his hands. “I’m not a patriotic person but the military was my life. I left to help my brother's wife and didn’t realize I would need help after making that decision.”

There’s a beat of silence. You feel an uneasy rage for Ben, rage towards the corrupt military system and how it treats its veterans. That’s definitely something that can be hashed out another time. 

“I failed her.”

It scares you how sincere and accepting he is of the phrase that he spoke, too comfortable with his failings like it’s a second skin. 

“What are you doing?” You ask softly.

Ben's head shoots up, confused, caught off-guard. “What?”

You nod ahead, urging his response because you know he heard you.

“I, uh,” Ben stutters for the first time since you’ve met, which arguably, isn’t that long. “I’m getting on a plane, to see my nieces and nephew for their birthday.”

You smile, not bothering to say anything, hoping he gets what you were getting at. Maybe you’re an optimist for everyone but yourself, or a fool. Ben looks ahead at you, intense eye contact grows and you feel his stare in your stomach. It’s strange. 

Ben knows what you’re saying, knows that you see he’s trying, and do not believe he’s a failure. You see it, and you’ve known him for less than a day. Scary.

“Uno.” 

Ben looks down at your hands and sees one card, he smiles.

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“Do you have any pets?” 

A few more hours pass, and an empty uno card and another solo trip for caffeine later. The careful question games continue.

“No, but I used to have a husky.”

You gasp, almost choking on your spit since the dynamic of hanging your head upside down off a bench didn’t agree with that exasperation. “That’s so cool.”

“She was very pretty,” Ben says, he sounds a little occupied but not annoyed. It’s nice and helps with your overwhelming boredom. “Do you?”

“I wish,” you say. “I think my landlord would crucify me, my plants will suffice.”

“Do you name them?” 

“What?”

Ben laughs like he knows the question itself sounds a little ridiculous. “Do you name your plants?”

“No, I don’t think I’d be able to keep track.” You look at Ben from the corner of your eye, he lay covered in a tan-colored shawl. 

The airport had started to grow chilly and your choice of camping out by the large windows maybe wasn’t too practical, the pretty lights make up for it. Ben looks comfy, his black sweats and crème colored sweatshirt make him look too good, way too good. A man that knows color theory is dangerous. Hoping he doesn’t notice your lingering glances.

“I’m assuming you name your plant then.” You taunt.

“Oh, yes.” He pauses to yawn, “any sane person would.”

“Are you calling me insane?” You spring up, blood rushing to your head and leaving you a little dizzy. Shooting playful daggers at Ben, failing to hide the quirk on the corner of your lip as you speak.

“What? Never.” He’s dripping with sarcasm. Rolling your eyes, you get to your feet and make small strides to sit next to Ben.  

“I thought about being a landscaper,” Ben adds.

“Oh, so you like plants that much?”

He chuckles under his breath, “I guess you could say that. Being able to design spaces and make nature more beautiful than it already is – deeply interests me.

“I say go for it.”

Ben's head cranes and he looks at you, looking for something in your features. He must have found it because he looks satisfied when he turns away and says, “I might have to.”

Ding!

Both of your heads shoot down to your phone as it lights up, just some random email, probably about work or some store you signed up for sending you more 30% coupons. 

“Are those your friends?” Ben says, eyes still looking at your phone. Not the email, your wallpaper. In photos from last year's party, everyone sat on the couch, some on the floor in front, and some laying on the back above everyone. “I’m sorry if I’m being nosy.”

“It’s okay,” you laugh, despite the sting in your chest thinking about the memory. It’s fair though, considering you were in the same scenario earlier, prodding about his life and generally being nosy. You had forgotten that photo was even in your wallpaper album, the phone turns off and back on to re-notify you of the email, and a new photo is replaced. “And yes, those are my friends.”

“You seem awfully happy and close to dreading this trip,” Ben adds.

“We are close but,” you drag out, contemplating your words. Bens watching you so attentively, almost zoned in on your face and lips. His eyebrow quirks with curiosity and anticipation.

“But?” Ben prods, not that you mind.

“It’s stupid.” You drop your head shamefully.

“I doubt that.”

“You’ll laugh.”

“Oh, I doubt that even more.” He says under a breathy life, an amused smile dances on his lips.

“You’re laughing right now!” You accuse him, but Ben's eyes dance around your face first, looking for something. His mouth opens to speak, he knits his eyebrows and draws back.

“Excuse me then, I’m serious and definitely will not laugh,” Ben says, you want to smack the grin on his face.

You also really want to know what he was going to say before that statement.

Groaning, “Fine.”

You breathe in once and another out, “there’s this boy, we’ve had a complicated relationship for many, many years now. Last year it kind of all came to a stop after some… decisions. We haven’t spoken for a year now and I’m just, I don’t know, dreading seeing him.”

Ben hums, and you watch for a response. For him to laugh for being so stressed out over such a silly reason, especially in comparison to his problems. Not that it’s a competition. 

“That’s certainly not stupid.”

You want to roll your eyes, sarcastically you murmur, “Sure.”

“I’m serious,” Ben affirms. He does sound incredibly serious, you shift nervously in your seat. Your knee brushing against his thigh as you sit with your legs crossed, Ben tenses slightly. “Don’t undermine your feelings. I understand your nervousness, I know I do not know the full story but may I share some advice?

“No one is stopping you.” 

Ben yawns once more, excusing such actions before continuing. “This boy, no matter what experiences you’ve had, he’s just a boy. I don’t think you should put so much weight on it and let him ruin your happiness. You shouldn’t worry too much about the past, it’s happened and you can’t change it, focus on the now.”

You snort, “Easier said than done.”

Ben makes a sound of agreement before facing you, leaning in way too close. He raises a hand and taps the temple of your forehead, “It's all up here, once you put in the work, your mind will fill in the blanks and adapt.”

You feel his breath as he speaks, much less focused on his words of advice and rather trying not to drown in the pair of Atlantic blue’s absolutely staring you down. You feel vulnerable and stripped down under his glare, but warm and seen. 

With another yawn, Ben and you share another knowing glance. “I think your mind wants to sleep, Ben.”

Ben purses his lips, as to protest before realizing he is defeated. Before he can reply, you reassure him, “I’ll watch your flight.”

So you do, and Ben sleeps. Pretty quickly he had fallen asleep and your shoulder burned when eventually his head dropped on it. You didn’t mind, quite the opposite, it was just a new sensation you weren’t mentally prepared to hash out in the particular circumstances. 

Looking down you see his scruff, sandy hair with blonde highlights that look way too tempting to run your hands through. His lashes are long, you're jealous. The colors he wears make him look warm and comfy, you see a scar on his forehead and cheekbone, next to his

Mole. If you looked closer and maybe if it wasn’t winter, you’d see freckles littered across his nose.

Thinking about how he called himself a failure, kept his niece and nephew as his wallpaper despite how long it’s been since he’s seen them. You wonder what his plants' names are and if he has a favorite, you hope he gets to become a landscaper. Imagining him in a cozy sweater, at some warm cafe with a cappuccino and sketchbook drawing beautiful gardens and decorated patios, just to turn them into reality.

You fully understand what you're doing is a dangerous game, you know this routine in and out. The wondering, the gawking, and imagining. You’d always romanticize and fill in gaps with romance, it’s what brought you to your current dilemma. Now you sit with a stranger, in a Chicago airport with him sleeping on your shoulder as you imagine yourself sitting across from him in coffee shops.

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“....Flight 213 to Clairemont airport is boarding at terminal D, gate 2….”

You shifted your head, eyes blinking open to the fluorescent lights above you. 

“Last call for flight 213 to Clairemont airport is boarding at terminal D, gate 2….”

That's your fight, you sprung up, not realizing your head has been resting on a still-asleep Ben’s lap. His neck rolled back onto the edge of the uncomfy airport benches. You ruffled your hair, looked at your watch. You'd been asleep for maybe an hour, your eyes searched for your flight on the board. It was indeed boarding, finding Ben's shortly after. You would probably jump out of a plane right now if you missed it because you fell asleep.

 Ben needs to see his family and if you're the cause of that not happening… you'd never forgive yourself. Your eye found the number 215, Still delayed, which is still unfortunate but good for now. 

You wished you had time to bask in the innocence and calmness on Ben's face before having to wake him up, you were on a time schedule though. 

Gently placing a hand on his shoulder, the fabric of his sweatshirt was way too inviting. “Ben, Ben, come on sleepyhead. Wake up, Ben,” you spoke softly, you saw his eyes begin to lull open.

“Anakin?”

Your eyebrows knotted, reeling back, “What? Ben, wake up. I have to go.”

“Anakin, i'm sorry.” his voice was rough from sleep, and sorrow filled. His voice almost cracked in his dreamlike state.

Looking at your watch again, You need to go, but you weren't inconsiderate enough to leave without saying something. Your hand grasped his shoulder and shook him gently, his eyes shot open and his breath caught up. For a moment, you wondered if you should mention the name, better not. 

The life came back to Ben, frantically looking around to check where he was before his eyes found you, fully conscious this time. His name left his lips quietly.

“I have to go, they did the last call,” you babbled, beginning to gather the small amount of things you had out. Phone, charger, snacks… check, check, check.

Ben was shifting awake and to his feet above you, you noticed him peering at the flight plans as well. “Uh, do you need any help?” he came to your aid as you somewhat frantically stuffed and zipped your bag up.

You found yourself stuck in a gaze with him again, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed with sleep still lingering and he swallowed nervously. Suddenly, your mouth felt cotton dry. 

“Don't forget what I told you, okay?” 

Your chest feels heavy, a strange feeling creeps up your neck that makes your stomach feel uneasy. Reeling up and preparing for this to end, like some fucked up story or abruptly ended song. Slick palms grasp your backpack strap and suitcase handle, as you now stand face to face.

“I won't.” you swallowed, “thank you, Ben.”

Ben smiles, it's small but so genuine and so sweet that your teeth begin to ache.

You think it's appropriate to say goodbye now, but it feels wrong, so wrong. Maybe you’re selfish and the thought of saying bye to him despite the circumstances leaves a bad, yearning feeling in your mouth and doom deep in your chest. 

“Good luck,” you decide, the implication doesn't hurt any less but it feels like you're letting yourself down easier.

“And to you too.” Ben nods.

You begin to turn and find your gate. It feels like your body hit a brick wall, your knees don't move except to let you turn around and look back.

One last look.

“Hey, Ben,” you say, and god, his eyes are piercing. Even with so many feet between you, this was a dangerous tightrope you were balancing on now. “You haven't failed anyone, and don't dig yourself a hole and give anyone a reason to think you have, yeah?”

“I promise.”

Then, you turn back around and prepare for the flight ahead.

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[okamimami]

Telepatía - Part 1

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Original Female Character)

Rating: Explicit

Category: F/M

Read this on archiveofourown.org

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

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

“Quién lo diría

Que se podría hacer el amor por telepatía

La luna está llena, mi cama vacía

Lo que yo te haría

Si te tuviera de frente, la mente te la volaría

De noche y de día, de noche y de día

You know I'm just a flight away

If you want it, you can take a private plane

A kilómetros estamos conectando

Y me prendes aunque no me estés tocando

You know I got a lot to say

All these voices in the background of my brain

Y me dicen todo lo que estás pensando

Me imagino lo que ya estás maquinando”

- Telepatía by Kali Uchis

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Consequences. There would certainly be plenty of those considering how firmly the Jedi Code had been drilled into the minds of every being at the temple from a young, young age.

Attachments were forbidden for Jedi Knights, even those who were Masters and those of them who served on the council. There were no exceptions made for anyone regardless of how many lives they saved, disasters they prevented, or how spotless their record had been beforehand. If you are caught breaking the code, you leave. Simple.

Romantic attachments seemed to be hardest to avoid. Many of them did not have familial ones since they had left their families behind from such a young age. As they grew into young adults, though, many Jedi found it difficult to abstain from falling for another, sometimes with each other and sometimes with outsiders.

Sex itself was not forbidden, however, many still chose to abstain from it entirely. Obi-Wan Kenobi had given it a go at that type of devotion, but it proved to be incredibly difficult, especially considering the immense amount of stress he was often under from the work he had to do. Sometimes he just needed a release to forget about the undesirables.

He witnessed many disturbing events unfold before him often, including the deaths of several of his friends during difficult battles. He’d witnessed darkest in its deepest abysses many times and he’d never succumbed to it for the light lived deep within him and his connection to The Force, but the light often revealed horrible truths that made being a Jedi not for the faint of heart.

After Anakin went on to become a Master as well, Obi-Wan took on another Padawan. She was much older than Anakin had been when he first began training him, but that was because she wasn’t new to this. She had already trained for many years under Master Yoda until the centuries old Jedi one day decided she would be a better fit for Obi-Wan. It was uncommon to pass along Padawan, typically only reserved for times when their Masters had fallen, but there were no rules against it. Obi-Wan had spoken to her a handful of times in passing and he figured continuing to teach would keep him at the top of his game as he had been in recent years as he fought alongside Anakin.

“Do you know much of Verity Keene?” he asked the younger man as they sat across from one another as they typically did around this time of day if they were both in the temple.

It was the late afternoon and the sun was setting just below the horizon. He could see it in the distance from where they were sat in the garden outside the temple. The weather was warmer at this time of year, so their robes were less layered.

Anakin set down his cup of tea, raising an eyebrow at the man. He wasn’t sure why he would ask him about her. He wasn’t even entirely aware that he knew who she was. He racked his brain for any information regarding the girl.

“Not much. She’s a bit younger than I am, but we have talked a few times, sparred a couple as well. She’s good, she’s skilled and training under Master Yoda, she wields The Force well,” he explained with what little knowledge he possessed. Having been Obi-Wan’s apprentice from a young age meant that he spent a considerable amount of time away from the temple in comparison to the other young Jedi in training. “Why do you ask, Master?”

“Master Yoda has asked me to take her as my Padawan and help her complete her training. She is not far off, but he believes I will serve her better. Perhaps it is simply her personality, but knowing him, I feel as though it is something deeper than that,” he said, finishing off his cup of tea. He rested his hands atop one another on his lap, looking off in the distance. He was much less present today than he usually was and Anakin could see it.

“It couldn’t be for any bad reasons, though, Master. You know Master Yoda would tell you if he sensed any kind of disturbance,” said the taller, leaner male across from him. His words were somewhat reassuring, but there was still something that didn’t quite sit right with Obi-Wan. He decided he would wave it away for the time being. He would need to meditate before meeting her tomorrow for her first training session with him so that he could clear his mind. She would likely pick up on any apprehension from him.

“Maybe you should consider it as a gift, Master. She is quite beautiful, if you recall. I’ve heard a few others say so in passing as well,” said Anakin, somewhat of a mischievous smile on his face now. He was always far less serious about life than Obi-Wan, he lived with less fear. Sometimes that led him to make naive mistakes, but he always made up for it with his sheer power.

“I do not know what to do with that information, Anakin. She will be my student. I will treat her exactly as I have treated you,” said the bearded man. Anakin liked the walk the line when it came to the rules, but Obi-Wan was more careful. “Though…if she’s anything like you, beauty may make the headaches slightly more tolerable,” he continued. There was the slight joke, the slight banter that Anakin always pulled out of him to lighten the mood.

“Just try not to get too distracted, Master. You know how that goes,” said Anakin, chuckling softly as he thought about his own situation that he was currently concealing from the Jedi Council with the exception of Obi-Wan who had sworn not to intervene after almost having lost Anakin in a particularly gruesome battle that led the boy asking him to promise to take care of the babies.

“I have a little bit more willpower than you do.”

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For her first training session with Master Obi-Wan, Verity arrived a couple minutes earlier than she was required to be there. She was somewhat nervous. Padawan didn’t often get passed off and she wondered if she was doing something wrong, if Master Yoda had found something off about her. Yet, that wouldn’t make sense with how many responsibilities he had assigned her to in the past, the information he had trusted her with.

She sat down at the center of the platform where she could see the outside world from all sides except the one that lead her back into the temple. She straightened out her back, taking a deep breath in to clear her mind and body of stress as she began to meditate.

Verity had met Obi-Wan several times in the past, sparred with his own Padawan a couple times as well before he also became a master. Obi-Wan was the type of Jedi she had an immense amount of respect for. He was levelheaded and devoted, always looking to do the right thing, always striving to be better. She felt like she held a similar ambition.

Training with Master Yoda had left her with little to be distracted by. He was a small, green old man after all, but the Jedi Master she could now hear coming down the hallway in her direction was a sight for sore eyes, at least the yellow-ish brown ones that belonged to her. She tried not to think about his reddish brown hair and the few lighter streaks that highlighted throughout it or his blueish-green eyes of wisdom and sincerity. Shit.

Verity quickly pushed those thoughts away from her mind, hoping he hadn’t sensed them in any way as she heard his voice behind her.

“Hello, young Verity. How are you today?” he asked her as he stepped onto the platform. He was wearing his usual garments today, beige tunics and dark brown robe.

She usually opted for darker colors, wearing a similar set to his, but hers was mostly black and dark brown.

Quickly she rose to her feet, turning around to face him as she bowed with her hands tucked behind her back.

“Good afternoon, Master. I’m doing quite well today. How are you?” she asked him, watching as he settled on standing a few paces away, his hands on his hips.

“I’m well. Thank you for asking,” he said, a smile on his face now, which she somewhat nervously returned. She swore he could hear the way her heart was racing from where he stood. “Before we begin, do you have any questions for me? I’m sure we will get acquainted with one another as time passes, but I’m sure you might also have some curiosities.”

“Well, Master Yoda was a bit…vague, as he tends to be, when I asked him why I was being handed off to you. Not that- Not that I mind, but did I do something wrong?” she asked him, and he could see in her expression that she was worried about her standing amongst the Jedi and at the temple. It made him somewhat sad to see that she was clearly undergoing a great deal of stress. “I was just so close to completing my training…”

“Do not be worried about that, young one. He made absolutely no mention of anything negative surrounding you,” he responded, shaking his head side to side slightly as he did. “I believe he simply thinks we are…a better match based on your relationship with The Force. Master Yoda just wants to give you the best chance at success. I’m no Master Yoda, but I think you’ll find that I’m quite good at this.”

His smile widened at his own joke, which earned him a laugh from Verity who visibly relaxed now as her squared shoulders dropped slightly. Unfortunately, she caught herself distracted by the way the corners of his eyes wrinkled so handsomely.

“Thank you, Master. That’s quite reassuring. I could give you an assessment once my training is complete. You know, let you know how well you did,” she made a joke of her own now, softly testing the waters of how casual she could be with him. She knew him to be quite serious and thoughtful at times, so this was a side of him she was only now getting to know.

“Let’s focus on you for now, young Padawan. Shall we?” he asked, but she could tell by his expression that he wasn’t annoyed by her in the least bit.

They spent a bit of time sparring as he tried to familiarize himself with her style and study her flaws. The two of them danced around one another with their lightsabers clashing again and again, his blue one making contact with her own. He took note of the fact that she chose the same color as his for her primary flame blade. Not that the color blue was uncommon, but there were several options these days. Each color had its meaning, which young Jedi were taught early on, so he wondered if the history of the color spoke to her the way it did to him.

Other than when he sparred with the others such as Anakin, Obi-Wan almost exclusively drew his blade only when he absolutely had to. As all Jedi were supposed to, he only ignited the flame to strike down an opponent when he was in danger. This meant that typically he didn’t find himself thinking of how the blue light reflected off her long, midnight black hair or how it mixed with the amber tones of her eyes.

While he was distracted by his thoughts, she was able to finally land what should have been a critical blow had she followed it through to the end. She was holding her lightsaber dangerously close to his neck now, her face and her body only inches away from his own. They stared at one another for a couple seconds longer than they should have before he surrendered.

Her face lit up then, a big smile spreading across it as she made the blade disappear once again, stepping back from him.

“I finally got you!” she said, tucking it away on her side where it normally was. “I guess even the great Obi-Wan Kenobi is not completely invincible.”

Retracting his own blade, the older man cleared his throat, trying to recollect himself from the strange moment he had just experienced. He chalked it up to Anakin’s comments earlier having invaded his mind, pushing the thoughts away from himself as she had done earlier about him.

“I have to say I am impressed by your skills, Verity. I have a few criticisms, but I believe you will soon be able to correct your errors and be even better than you are,” he said kindly.

Even with the criticisms he had, she was happy to know he thought even somewhat highly of her skills. How you fought with your lightsaber was only a small part of a Jedi’s connection to The Force, however, so she figured they would be ruining through several lessons of different aspects soon. She hoped to impress him at all of them.

They spent the next several hours correcting her form. He would often demonstrate to her the difference between how he moved and how she did, then ask her to copy him. At times, he would even use his own hands to position her body differently, down to hold she held her lightsaber. There wasn’t much exposed skin to touch, but whenever his fingertips made contact with hers, she swore a bolt of electricity ran up her entire arm, though, she did her best to ignore it as he did.

When they were finished, she was slightly more breathless than he was as she had been doing much more movement than him since they stopped sparring. Her hair had gone up into a ponytail some time ago, allowing him to see more of her facial features of slightly plump cheeks with high cheekbones, lips that were fuller at the center and elegantly tapered off at the corners, and dark, softly arched eyebrows that typically disappeared behind her fringe. She showed little signs of aging on her youthful face as she was only twenty-one years old. He thought back to himself at the age and was even more impressed by how skilled she already was.

“Thank you for this lesson, Master. I quite enjoyed it,” she said, softly wiping at her face with a cloth she pulled from inside her tunic. Her face was flushed in the most adorable of ways now. “I appreciate your attention to detail.”

“I enjoyed it as well, Verity. I hope you are not too angry with Master Yoda anymore,” he said, pulling his robe back on as he figured they would both be heading back to their respective quarters now. It was late.

“I was never angry with him, Master, but now I think I’m actually grateful for his decision even if I was worried at first,” she said, her face dry now as she pulled on her own robe and hoped she didn’t look too messy. Despite his slightly damp hair, he still looked as alluring as he had when he walked in. It was unfair.

“S-shall I walk you to your quarters? We are in the same direction, I believe,” he replied. He cursed himself on the inside for his stutter, but the admiration on her face and the sweetness of her words had caught him off guard again.

“I would like that, Master. Very much.”

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[cinnamon-galaxies]

The Heart Wants What It Wants (song-fic)

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Pairings: Obi-Wan x gn!reader

Warnings/Tags: gender-neutral reader, song-fic, sad (but no angst), bitter-sweet ending, mentions of break-up (the whole story's about break-up tbh)

Summary: Months have passed since you and Obi-Wan broke up, but you still suffer from a broken heart. As you spend the evening at your favorite cantina, you finally manage to get on stage and sing that song that's been floating around in your head for weeks. But you don't expect to meet the Jedi you still love with all your heart.

Song: 'The Heart Wants What It Wants' by Selena Gomez

Words: 3.3k

A/n: This one broke my heart during the writing process.

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The air inside the cantina pressed down on you, mirroring the heavy feeling inside your chest. It's been months since the breakup happened and you and Obi-Wan parted ways. But it felt as if it wasn't even a week ago he left you alone crying on the floor in distress. You've tried to do what people recommended to get over the breakup. You tried to focus on yourself and your well-being, tried to distract yourself with the company of other people or had some quality time just for yourself. But since Obi-Wan was gone your mission was gone as well. You both had been assigned to uncover a deeply rooted conspiracy about a secret separatists base on an Outer Rim planet. And it has been an experience that would affect your whole life in the most unexpected ways possible. You didn't just meet an old friend again, after years, but created a bond with him that slowly put down the roots for something that grew to be so much more than just friendship. Your relationship with Obi-Wan has been defined by a trust that would make you both put the fate of your lives into each other's hands. It has been defined by harmony and a very special type of banter you've never experienced with someone else ever before. You both had become lovers and you've sworn an unbreakable commitment to each other. And that's exactly when the Jedi order started to unfold its influence on you. While the Clone Wars had evolved into a complex tapestry of political intrigue, moral ambiguity, and personal sacrifice, the Jedi order had started to test your limits and in the end suspected something between you and the Jedi master. The order has always had its feet standing between you and Obi-Wan, like an unbreakable monument of a greater power that was impossible to avoid. The whole time you've been aware of the fact that there was no such future for your love as you can find on the ordinary streets of Coruscant. And that's when you both had decided to part ways.

You took a deep sigh and tried to turn your attention to the small stage in the back of the room where a young togruta performed a song. She had a beautiful voice and her facial expression revealed her full commitment to the meaning of her song. She stood on stage as if she was a professional actor but she was in fact just an ordinary woman who took the opportunity to show off her talent at The Va'Belær's weekly Open Night. This was an event in your favourite local cantina where anyone could take the opportunity to go on stage and perform anything. It really didn't matter what it was. You could show off a special talent, tell a story or some funny jokes... Or you could just...sing a song. You've never missed out to attend the event, watching the locals perform and get at least a little bit of distraction for an evening. You even considered to participate as well but haven't quite felt the last spark that was missing to finally find the strength to stand up.

But tonight would be different, you thought as you listened to the beautiful voice of the togruta echoing from the high brick walls. Tonight you would finally go on stage and sing the song that's been haunting your mind for weeks.

As the last verses had left the togrutas lips, cheerful applause flooded the cantina and you used the moment to push your chair away and stand up. You smiled at the togruta as you both exchanged places and you pulled a tiny piece of paper with the song name written on it out of you pocket and handed it to one of the staff members. As you stepped on the creeking piles of the stage everything felt fine until your gaze wandered around the large room. Suddenly an unpleasant feeling of nervosity rushed through your veins as you met the gaze of the curious audience. Your legs started to shake, fortunately hidden under your thick garments, but empowered by the sudden fear of failure that lured somewhere deep in your mind—not consciously awake but still there making you regret your decision for a brief moment. But that's not what you've wanted. And there was nothing to be ashamed of as you knew yourself that you had a great singing voice. It was only a matter of the fact that noone ever heard it before. Not even Obi-Wan.

Let's change that, you thought. You rose your hand to give the staff a signal and the music started to play. You took a deep breath, eyeing the microphone in front of you, and started singing: "You got me sippin' on something. I can't compare to nothing I've ever known. I'm hoping that after this fever I'll survive..." Your gaze wandered around the audience again, analyzing their reactions to your performance. Excited faces met your gaze and people ended their conversations to fully give you their attention. This made your nervosity and fears evaporate and you dared to touch the microphone, pulling it further to you as if it was the person your song was about. Your voice slowly became louder and grew more powerful with each verse that left your lips. "I know I'm acting a bit crazy. Strung out, a little bit hazy. Hand over heart I'm praying that I'm gonna make it out alive."

Obi-Wan had enough of his thoughts constantly revolving around his mission. He was tired but at the same time too overstimulated to go to sleep, so he decided to head to The Va'Belær, a cantina recommended to him by the locals. Just for one night he wanted to be alone from Anakin and enjoy a drink, and—hopefully—good music.

The windy air felt cold on his skin and he pulled his cloak tighter as he walked down the dimly-lit streets. Speeders drove past him making whirring noises but besides that and a few chatting passengers the city was quiet.

What a calming atmosphere, he thought. So much more relaxing than the nerve-wrecking turmoil on Coruscant, and the peaceful surroundings on this small Outer Rim planet built a high contrast to the war and destruction.

Obi-Wan laid his eyes on a limestone structure at a street crossing not far away. A glowing sign with vertical letters saying 'The Va'Belær's Cantina' marked his destination and the almost quiet atmosphere of the city allowed the jedi to notice the low rhythm of a slow song. With every step he got further to the cantina the music and it's rhythm became louder, but was still muted enough that the song wasn't recognizable. As his hands slowly pushed the door open a hauntingly beautiful voice enchanted his ears, singing a song about a love that's gone and left a broken heart longing for the one who had once made it whole. It was filled with a bunch of emotions that were similar to those circling in his mind for months now—suppressed by the importance of his mission, but still present enough that every quiet minute felt as heavy as if a Bantha stood on his chest.

He took a deep breath and hesitated. Was this really a good idea to enter the cantina when the first song that entered his ears happened to remind him of the worst heartbreak he's ever had to go through? He took a moment for himself and listened to the siren-like voice putting as much love, pain and longing into their song as possible.

"The bed's getting cold and you're not here. The future that we hold is so unclear. But I'm not alive until you call. And I'll bet the odds against it all. Save your advice 'cause I won't hear. You might be right, but I don't care. There's a million reasons why I should give you up. But the heart wants what it wants. The heart wants what it wants," you sang, your eyes were weary of those heavy emotions that pressed down on you. It was such a relief to eventually get rid of the painful clod in your chest that you never talked about with anyone. To let all of your emotions float into your song, reach the public and echo into the farest parts of the universe. The force that you so significantly tried to hide washed off in waves, filled the room and flattered the audience with an affecting warmth—keeping them fully focused on your performance as you dared to push more and more emotions into your voice with every verse that left your lips: "You got me scattered in pieces, shining like stars and screaming, lighting me up like Venus. But then you disappear and make me wait. And every second's like torture, heroin drip, no more so finding a way to let go. Baby, baby, no, I can't escape."

A sudden warmth, familiar but at the same time strange to him, reached the unraveling storm in Obi-Wan's chest and calmed him down instantly. He recognized it as the force that hit him with a flattering touch and reached out to him as if it was about to tell him a secret. There was another force-sensitive individual in this cantina—and it was not his former Padawan Anakin.

With another deep breath Obi-Wan eventually pushed the whole door open and stepped fully inside the warm hall. His gaze wandered around the guests who mostly focused their attention on the performance while he searched for a free table. One was left, right in the middle of the audience. To ensure his view at the stage he looked up to the singer and a shockwave rushed through his body. He instantly held his breath as his heart skipped a beat when his gaze fell on a face that once had been the most familiar to him. Y/N.

As you sung the next pre-chorus you saw the door open in the corner of your eye. A familiar presence stepped into the cantina and you knew exactly who you were about to encounter. An undefined shivery feeling ran through your veins and you turned your gaze towards the new guest, meeting the pale face of Obi-Wan who didn't put much effort into hiding his heavy surprise by your presence.

Stop the song, a voice that resembled your own whispered in your head. You were about to lose focus and out if a sudden it got hard to follow the song, it's rhythm and the lyrics. Without an interruption you tried to use the force to calm yourself and as a rush of comfortable warmth washed over you you found the strength to put even more power and emotion into your voice. As if you were a professional actress in the theatre you suddenly found yourself entangled in your role and let your eyes wander over the jedi's presence. His robes were hidden underneath a thick brown cloak. The hood rested behind his neck so his whole face was uncovered. He looked the same like always, almost as if nothing bad has ever happened between you and him. But that was only the first glance that belied normality. While you studied his face you recognized the subtle hints of a shadow that laid on his soul. His blue eyes were surrounded by rather dark circles and also his cheeks gave him a slightly sick appearance. He still struggled with your breakup and within a part of you you felt happiness arise while the other part increased its ache. You both could've had everything. You could've been perfect. If not the code stood between you, monitoring you with a suspicious glance. If it was just that you both could be free to love each other the way you've ever wanted...

Captured by Obi-Wan's blue eyes you sag the bridge: "This is a modern fairy tale. No happy endings, no wind in our sails. But I can't imagine a life without breathless moments breaking me down, down, down, down." You slowly lowered the volume of your voice and decreased its power until it sounded dramatically weak, influenced by your broken heart. Your eyes were locked with Obi-Wan's who still hasn't moved the tiniest bit. With a breaking sound in your voice you sung the last chorus: "The bed's getting cold and you're not here. The future that we hold is so unclear. But I'm not alive until you call. And I'll bet the odds against it all. Save your advice 'cause I won't hear. You might be right, but I don't care. There's a million reasons why I should give you up. But the heart wants what it wants."

Your voice became even weaker until almost a whisper was left and you felt tears pouring into your eyes. You used the force to soothe yourself, calm yourself down and lock the tears back to where they belong. Thousands of memories flooded your mind. Slow and passionate kisses followed by raging desire as you began to undress each other. The way he had looked at you, his blue eyes fixated on yours. The small and inconvenient touches when you were out in public that calmed you down instantly. And the hundreds of spoken promises which all became insignificant within an hour and turned into an echo of the unconditional love you both had once shared with each other.

"The heart wants what it wants... The heart wants what it wants... The heart wants what it wants... The heart wants what it wants, baby... It wants what it wants, baby... It wants what it wants... It wants what it wants... The heart wants what it wants, baby... It wants what it wants."

The melody faded away as the song ended and soon got replaced by roaring applause.

You took your eyes off of Obi-Wan as you lifted yourself from the dirty piles and bowed to the audence. The song that felt like relief in the first few verses had soon turned into an unbearable ache in your chest and thus the first thing you did after you stepped down from the stage was heading to the bar.

"Please give me your heaviest shot," you ordered from the bartender. A slight understanding grin sneaked onto his face and he nodded before turning around. With routined movements he mixed a few drinks into a cup and placed it in front of you.

"Thank you," you said and grabbed the cup when a shadowy silhouette moved in the corner of you eye and sat down right next to you.

"I never knew you have such a beautiful singing voice," a familiar voice said and and you placed the drink back on the counter without taking a sip.

"Thank you," you replied cold, keeping your gaze focused straight on the cup. You didn't really understand the feeling inside your chest as it was a mixture of distressed pain and a sudden excitement that both got engaged in a fight that couldn't end well... Hearing his voice after that long time was weird but at the same time comforting. As if a silent wish came true. But instead you've wished to never encounter with him again—or at least that's what you made yourself believe. In the end it made you happy to hear his voice again. To see him again. If the happiness hadn't been suppressed by that undescribable heart-wrenching pain deep inside your guts, clenching them together as much as possible.

"You probably didn't enter this cantina to chat with me. So what do you want here?", you asked him and eventually took a deep sip of your drink. The liquid burned on your tongue as it ran down to your stomach, distracting you from the emotional roller coaster for a brief moment. That drink was indeed strong.

"I aimed to distract myself from my mission for an evening," Obi-Wan explained offhand and you nodded.

"The same mission about the rumoured separatists base?" you asked, still not even slightly looking at him. It was too painful to see his presence, his beautiful face and the always so cocky smile on his lips.

Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes." You heard him exhale loudly as if he was unsure how to continue. "It just turned into a neverending odyssey, both confusing and nerve-wrecking at the same time."

"A Jedi openly talking about wrecked nerves is new to me," you pointed out with a sarcastic undertone. Actually, you didn't want to talk to him. But on the inside you didn't want to stop either.

"Don't act as if this surprises you. You are the epitome of wrecked nerves."

"But at least I'm no a Jedi." You once had been part of the order but that was many years ago. You were still a padawan when you parted ways with the Jedi and their awful principles that took you hostage. And it's been just a few years since you've met Obi-Wan again...

Silence fell over you and you both found yourself lost in memories of a time when everything seemed to be petfect. When you were together and at least could pretend to live in an ideal world. Obi-Wan as a Jedi knight, a leading general and the great negotiator, and you, a mercenary grey Jedi with a penchant to bounty hunter businesses. So weird but at the same time efficient combination of professions that had worked out a little too well.

Obi-Wan's voice cut through the melancholy air. "Y/N."

You turned slowly, your eyes finally meeting his. "Yes?" You asked with a voice much weaker than expected. The distance between you seemed both vast and infinitesimal. The unspoken words hung in the air, a palpable tension that begged to be addressed and you felt a tingling feeling creep into your stomach. The urge to just kiss him was unbearable.

Obi-Wan, his gaze unwavering, spoke: "Your song... You still love me, don't you?"

You held your breath, tears crawling up your eyes but you managed to hold them back. "Yes," you replied with a stomp nod and your throat tightened so much it began to hurt. "I still love you, Obi-Wan. And I always will."

You saw him struggle with your words. The muscles in his jaws tightened visibly as he seemed to be lost in thoughts.

"We chose our paths, Obi-Wan. The Force had different plans for us", you continued to break the silence.

Obi-Wan locked his eyes with yours. You both studied each other's faces when, suddenly, he reached out, his hand hesitating before finding yours on the bar. "Sometimes the Force tests us, challenges us to find a balance between duty and the heart. The Jedi who created the code must have forgotten the suffering that comes from denying affection. I've felt its tug, Y/N, and I can't deny how much I miss you."

You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions. "What do you want from me Obi-Wan?" you asked with a cracked voice. You were about to lose control over the force that restrained the dashing flood built up within you, rough and reckless, about to break through.

Obi-Wan let out a deep sigh, a watery expression hidden in his eyes, then took his hand off yours. "I love you, Y/N. More than anything. No matter what the code, the Jedi, demand: the heart wants what it wants. And I can't bear making the same mistake I did when I was young. Meet me at those coordinates in three rotations." He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled a series of numbers on it before handing it to you. His blue eyes locked with yours and you could see an emotion within them that you thought to never see again. Then he stood up from his seat and left the cantina, leaving you alone with a undefinable, burning chaos in your chest.

Your gaze fell on the paper in your hand. Meet me at those coordinates in three rotations, you repeated his words in your head. I will, Obi-Wan. I will...

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[anakinskywalkerog]

My Very Soul (Chapter 25)

Anakin Skywalker X Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 24

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (we are beginning a war, after all—tread lightly while reading, shit is getting real). This is part of a two-part series that will conclude attack of the clones, so, a tiny bit of a cliff at the end of this one.

Summary: You and Anakin are reunited with Master Yuma and Master Obi-Wan as prisoners; the battle begins with dire consequences

Word Count: 2.5k

to set the mood correctly for this chap:

Anakin felt as if his head were flying above the rest of his body, through the clouds. He felt invincible, as if he were one hundred feet tall, one thousand. He felt the light breeze on his face and smiled to feel it. It didn't matter that he was in a hovercraft, in handcuffs, being led, likely, into danger. It didn't matter that he was being held prisoner by the separatist forces led by the evil Count Dooku. None of it mattered. He was glowing. He felt he could take on any enemy, that he could fight an army by himself. He could do anything. You loved him.

         He smiled still, turning to face you, noting that you didn't seem the share his feelings of elation. The two of you stood next to one another, on the hovercraft that was being led through the underground tunnels of Geonosis by armed Geonosians. Both of you had your hands bound behind your back. You looked up at him, your eyes communicating clearly in the low light. Anakin knew you were afraid. He leaned forward, keeping his balance with his hands behind his back, to press a soft kiss to your forehead. You had no need for fear. You were with him. Anakin wouldn't let anything happen to you—not now, not ever.

         Anakin brushed his lips against your temple, and then pulled back, squinting as the hovercraft came out of the darkness and into the light of the day. Anakin felt you intake a deep breath next to him, and he pushed out his thoughts to try to calm you. The two of you had been led into what looked like a colosseum, though its style was more reminiscent of a bee hive. Bugs, Anakin thought darkly, giving one of his captors a sinister look. The colosseum was filled with the winged Geonosians, all of whom, it seemed, had gathered to watch some sort of show. Anakin shifted his feet as he felt the familiar presence, before he looked up and saw him.

         Obi-Wan Kenobi was standing, hands bound behind his back, against a large stone pillar, one of four rising in the center of the colosseum. The Geonosians surrounding him seemed to threaten him with their rods, but Obi-Wan wasn't paying them any attention. He was giving Anakin a familiar, exasperated look—but behind this look, Anakin could see the fear in his eyes. Obi-Wan stared at him, glancing over at you, and then back to him, as if to ask why you'd come. Anakin had to work hard not to roll his eyes. Anakin glanced back at you, seeing that you were looking intently at Master Yuma, who was being bound to the pillar next to Obi-Wan's. The two of you were seemingly having a silent conversation, and Anakin felt something pass back and forth between you and Yuma, in the Force. Anakin didn't understand why everyone looked so worried—he was here. He could get you out of any scrape.

         "Ahh," Anakin let slip, as the Geonosian guard prodded him with the electric rod, ushering him out of the hovercraft. Dolefully, Anakin stepped out, watching as you were led to the stone pillar next to his, furthest from Master Yuma. Anakin allowed the guard to pull his handcuffs up above his head, tying him to the large pillar with a chain.

         "I was beginning to wonder if you'd gotten my message," Obi-Wan said dryly, from the pillar next to his, and Anakin turned to see the sarcastic face of his Master, with its sardonic smirk and its raised eyebrows.

         "I transmitted it like you requested, Master," Anakin responded with a pout, his voice feigning subservient respect. "Then we decided to come and rescue you."

         "Good job," Obi-Wan said caustically, gesturing to his bound hands. Anakin breathed deeply. He would not allow Obi-Wan to rattle him. Not today—today, for all its calamity, was Anakin's favorite day. He breathed in his own feeling of triumph, savoring the memory of your words from earlier. He had you. Whatever else the Geonosians might throw at him, it wouldn't matter. You'd finally admitted you loved him, and Anakin felt on top of the galaxy.

         "Just breathe," Obi-Wan instructed, misunderstanding Anakin's sudden burst of feeling. "Let the Force guide you." Only then did Anakin hear the roar. Swallowing quickly, Anakin turned to see four alien beasts being led by the guards in the direction of the stone pillars.

         "Let the executions begin!" Anakin heard a voice ring out through the colosseum, and the sounds of buzzing from the Geonosians in the stands sounded celebratory.

         "What about Y/N?" Anakin asked, turning wildly to look for you, but seeing only the base of the pillar on his other side.

         "She seems to be on top of things," Obi-Wan said, and Anakin heard the smile in his Master's voice as he looked up, seeing you sitting casually on top of your stone pillar, though it had to be at least 30-feet high. Anakin laughed.

         "I don't know if you've noticed," Anakin heard you call, "but we're under attack." Anakin glanced back at the Reek, walking toward him, pushing its front leg back in an aggressive gesture.

         "I think I'll take a lesson out of your book!" Anakin grunted back, launching himself into the air right as the Reek charged. Flipping around, Anakin landed on the back of the beast. As he yanked his chain out of its loop and wrapped it around the Reek's mouth, as a bit, Anakin heard what sounded like sarcastic clapping. He grinned.

         "Still need a few lessons, I think," Anakin heard you call, as you jumped, flying through the air expertly and with the proper amount of force to kick the Nexu attacking you out of the air and onto its back. As both you and beast fell, Anakin saw the Nexu's paw reach out and scratch your back. You gasped as you landed. Anakin's face fell.

         "Quick, flea!" he yelled. "Get on!" You pulled yourself up, running for Anakin as the Nexu charged. Anakin held out his hand just in time, pulling you onto the Reek's back.

         "Next time," you breathed heavily as Anakin used the chain to pull the Reek around to face the Nexu, "I think we should do what the council says." The Reek, at Anakin's command, charged the Nexu, putting it on its back, immobile.

         "As if," Anakin responded, whirling around to see if you were okay. The two of you watched as Obi-Wan pulled Yuma to her feet, their respective beasts lying dead on the ground. Anakin steered the Reek in their direction, pulling both of them onto its back.

         "Now what?" you asked, breathing heavily, as destroyer droids rolled out from each corner of the colosseum, circling you and pointing their blasters directly at your hearts.

You watched as the destroyer droids rolled up to you in a circle, pointing their blasters in unison with a click. You felt Anakin's heart beating in his chest, your arms wrapped tightly around him, holding onto his back. You knew Master Yuma, seated behind you and holding onto you, had intuited the change in your and Anakin's relationship immediately. You hadn't even had a moment to try to hide it from her, and even if you had, Anakin's Force presence betrayed everything. The current passing between the four of you, brothers and sisters in the Force and at the same time parents and children in the Order, was complex. Here you were, in a tigher scrape than you'd ever been in, weaponless, at the hands of the enemy. Anakin was feeling confident, you knew, and cocky—you, his other half in the Force, were careful, cautious, afraid. You looked up into the stands of the colosseum, knowing that somewhere up there Count Dooku stood, watching the scene below. You could feel his presence, from this distance, but it felt like a tiny prick—like a pinch. You worried, though, that he might come closer—that when he tired of his game, he might try to incapacitate you as he had done before. You worried for Anakin, for Master Yuma, for Master Obi-Wan—you worried that they might die, trying to protect you, if you were once again rendered unconscious. And Master Yuma, behind you,  was worrying for your safety. You felt her regarding the change in the current between you and Anakin with both trepidation, and, you could feel, pure joy. And Master Obi-Wan, his fear spiking, was oblivious, it seemed, for the time being, to your change in feelings. He was thinking quickly, worrying for your own safety and for Yuma's, but mostly, you knew, for the safety of his Padawan, the young cocky boy he loved like family. Obi-Wan was taking in his surroundings completely, and you took this cue to do the same. There had to be a way out of this situation that preserved all four of your lives. You were Jedi, after all. You could handle this.

         You breathed deeply, pulling in the current of the Force. You listened carefully to that current, knowing that it would alert you if one of the droids surrounding you was ordered to pull its trigger. Without lightsabers, you were useless to defend yourself against their blasts. Lightsabers...it was odd, but you felt, rather than heard, the hum of a lightsaber. It wasn't a hum, exactly, but a feeling—a feeling you were used to feeling in the Temple, a feeling of Jedi presences making room for each other, communicating in the Force. The feeling got stronger.

         You opened your eyes with a gasp.

         "What is it, Y/N?" Master Yuma breathed quietly in your ear. You smiled.

         "They're here," you whispered, and as if on cue, you felt their presences converging around you. You looked up and saw them, their lightsabers lit, surrounding the destroyer droids.

         "See," Anakin said, turning around to grin at Obi-Wan, "I told you we transmitted your message."

         A disturbance in the Force caused all four of you to look up, and the blasters around you started firing as Mace Windu leapt down into the arena, his purple lightsaber held high.

         "Quick!" you heard someone shout, and behind you, you saw Henry running forward, holding in his hands two lightsabers. He threw one up to you, where you sat on the Reek, and threw the other to Anakin, drawing a third saber from his belt and blocking blasts from the droids now filling the Colosseum. Master Faer followed him, throwing lightsabers to Master Yuma and Master Obi-Wan. All four of you leapt from the back of the Reek, lighting your sabers and joining the battle.

         "Thanks!" you yelled to Henry, blocking blasts from droids as you ran into the fight, Anakin at your side. You felt the buzzing of many whispered presences around you, the emotions at their height, as these Jedi and Padawans fought the influx of battle droids now filling the arena. You saw Seeva levitating one of the droids, turning it around so that it shot at its own compatriots. You saw Yumi ducking and turning to block the blasts from a destroyer droid, her lightsaber held in a backward grip behind her back. You saw Dallum and Eha back to back, fighting off droids in complete harmony, as if in a choreographed dance. You quickly turned to Anakin, watching as he jumped into the air in a circular motion, slicing through battle droids left and right. You followed suit.

         "Anakin," you called to him, and he turned back to you, grinning. "How are we going to get out of this?"

         "Don’t worry, little flea," Anakin called back, pulling you to his side. The two of your sabers glided through the air, blocking the blasts and sending them back at the chests of the battle droids that converged on the two of you.

         "But there are so many of them," you pleaded, the fear spiking in you. It was the same feeling you'd felt when you'd watched Anakin fly into the hurricane on Levangé—it was a feeling unbefitting of a Jedi, a fear deep and paralyzing. It was as if you finally had something important to live for: something that mattered to you so much, that the thought of losing it made you quiver. Your hand shook as you moved your saber back and forth.

         "I won't let anything happen to you," Anakin said firmly, pulling you to him and reaching out his saber to block more blasts. "I won't let anything happen to us."

         But you felt it around you—you didn't have time to look, to stop your fight, but you felt the despair creeping in. You felt that bodies were falling—you felt that Jedi were being slain in this fight, this fight you somehow felt responsible for.

         Y/N, get DOWN!! you felt through the Force, and you didn't think twice—you threw yourself against Anakin with all the force you could muster, pushing him flat against the ground as you felt something heavy fly over you. You looked up to see that the Reek was dead, a few paces away, that it would have rolled right over you had you not heeded the warning. You turned to see Master Yuma's worried face, knowing that the Force command in your head came from her. You blinked, watching as she ran over to pull you up.

         "Are you okay?" Master Yuma asked, quickly using one of her hands to block more blasts with her saber.

         "Yes," you said emphatically, as Anakin jumped to his feet, his saber held up to block the shots from incoming destroyers. "Where's Obi-Wan?"

         "I don't know," Master Yuma said, blocking more blasts with her saber as if trying to shield you from the battle. "I lost him in the battle—"

         But a scream ripped through you in the Force, a scream so terrible you weren't sure if it was coming from outside of you or from somewhere deep inside. You felt as if your eyes clouded over, even though you could see it, beyond Anakin's outstretched arm. It was a sight that made your blood turn cold. You didn't know what you were doing; your lightsaber was slack at your side; you felt the fight around you, but you couldn't do anything to stop your legs from running toward them. But it was too late.

         "Eha!!" you heard him screaming, crying, and your heart was thumping, pushing you faster toward the two figures huddled on the ground in the middle of the fight. You heard Anakin yelling for you, heard Master Yuma's terrified shriek as a blast nearly missed you, but you kept running until you were upon them.

         "No!!" Dallum was screaming, crying, his arms shaking as he held the shoulders of the collapsed figure. "Eha, no!! Eha!!!" His shrieks tore through you as you knelt, reaching out your hands for her, turning her over in Dallum's arms. But the face that stared back at you was not seeing. Her eyes were blank. She was gone.

         The whole world went black.

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[grippingbeskar]

Aaaah! So happy that you take fic requests!

Could I possibly get an Obi Wan x Fem!Jedi Reader based on the song As the World Caves in and it’s super fluffy and angsty with maybe some smut if you’re comfortable with that?

Thanks so much for taking this request you’re awesome and I love love love your stories!

May the force be with you ✨

as the world caves in | obi-wan kenobi

obi wan x fem!jedi reader

word count: 4.5k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (mxf intercourse, inappropriate use of the force sort of?) swearing, mentions of death and violence, canon typical violence, slight allusions to ptsd themes and mental illness.

a/n: okay PLSSS forgive me with how long this took but i absolutely adore this idea and this song. i made it a little bit darker in the beginning bc i just get those vibes from the song BUT i promise it gets fluffy after. also ignore canon for anything after order 66 because we are all happy and thriving in my world!!!! thank you so much for your request i hope you like it!! also i’m not entirely sure if this was ‘angsty’ enough, please forgive me i tried.

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"Get to the bridge." Obi-Wan's hand comes to your face, a desperate look in his eye. Blaster shots and screams surrounded you, and you could feel the pure terror from the younglings behind you. It was overwhelming, but you tried your best to concentrate on what he was saying. "Don't wait for me. Get out, and go as far from here as you can."

"I won't leave you. I won't! I-" Shaking your head, you could feel the tears falling down, scalding your cheeks, and Obi-Wan's thumb brushed over, catching them like he always did. Breathing out, you tried to collect your mind. "What is happening?"

"Anakin. I need to get to him." Was all he said, but you could feel it. The young boy, Obi-Wan's padawan, had come back different this time. The last mission had changed him, somehow, but you could never imagine that this would be the result. "You must go. Take the younglings and go."

"I'll come back for you." He went to argue, but you were already moving, igniting your lightsaber and ushering the small group of children you had with you to the door. "I will come back."

Charging ahead, you could still hear the intense blaring of alarms coming from the speakers of the Jedi temple. There were flashes of lights, but you didn’t know what it meant, just that Obi-Wan told you to leave, and you trusted him. Troopers were shooting left and right, and you had no time to dwell on what was lost, on how many bodies you and the children passed by. You kept them behind you, striking out to take down three troopers guarding the next door. The children screamed, and you tried to calm them. They were only babies - the youngest could only just keep up on his own, stumbling his way through the middle of the group.

"I need you all to be very, very brave for the next fifteen minutes. Can you do that?" You had them standing off to the side, taking cover behind a wall and half blown off door.

"We can do it, Master." The oldest, only nine, stands at the front, arms protectively held in front of the younger ones. Another tear streams down your cheek at the sight.

"Of course you can. I know you can. We are going to get to the jet, the one we all used to watch the clones on perimeter check last week. Do you remember where that is?" All eight little faces nodded in understanding. Even at this age, you knew they would become great Jedi. "Okay, good. You stay here, and I will clear a path. Keep your minds open, and I will tell you when to run. The door will be unlocked. You go in and press the big red button, and it will take you to the safe base off-world. Now, when you get there-"

"But Master, you have to come with us!" A small boy calls from behind the arms of the oldest, his face bright red.

"I will try my very best, but Master Kenobi needs help, and I-" Swallowing the lump in your throat, you heard the blaster shots getting closer. "Get to that ship, press the red button, and go to the safe base. There will be people there that will help you."

"Yes, Master." They say in unison, and you reach out, squeezing them all in a short hug.

"You will all be amazing Jedi Knights one day, I know it. I am so proud to be one of your teachers." You turn and sprint down the hall, and feel your sadness turn to anger.

Red blaster shots sizzle and shatter against your blue saber, and you send them soaring straight back into their attackers. You swing and slice, using all that expert control you have honed over the past few years to cut the invaders into pieces. Your mind was full of screams, you could hear them even if you didn't know where they were coming from. Connections you had formed over decades were being ripped away, the Force running through your body feeling emptier by the second.

There was only one connection you were really focused on. You could still feel Obi-Wan; feel his heart racing as he ran through the halls on the other side of the temple. He hadn't told you everything, but he didn't need to. You could feel his genuine fear and guilt, and you knew it had to do with Anakin. That, and the way he gripped his lightsaber as he ran off, made you know this was serious.

The smell of death and burnt armour filled your senses, but you came up on the last trooper, not blinking as you took him down, and sent the strongest message you could to the kids, hoping they would run straight across the bridge and into the jet. From your position, you would be able to cover them with a blaster and watch them clear the bridge.

As eight little heads darted out and ran towards the jet, you saw three troopers come out the side door and start shooting immediately. Straight away, they shot at the children, without a second of hesitation. With your free hand, you froze the bullets in the air and sent them backwards, all the while laying out cover fire. The kids never stopped once, the perfect students they are, and disappeared into the jet. The sound of the engine roaring to life had you breathing a sigh of relief, shoulders sagging as you watched the jet disappear into the galaxy, getting far, far away from here. You had to trust the people they met on the other side would take care of them.

With the children out and safe, you only had one thing on your mind. You used the Force to fly yourself up a few levels, and you stopped when you felt him. He was fighting, and losing. You could tell, you could feel the way he was backing up, almost hitting a wall as troopers surrounded him. You had never moved faster in your life.

Not sparing a second you threw yourself into the fight, slashing at white armor and hearing the moans of pain of the troopers you didn't completely finish off. Blaster shots rang in your ears, and you felt Obi-Wan's hand yank your forearm down, saving your life as you ducked out of the way.

"I told you to leave." He shouted, his eyes looking at you with soft adoration. Even with the harsh words, nothing about his tone says he wanted you to listen.

"When have I ever done what you told me to do?" Spinning around, you fought the troopers back to back, blue and red lights filling your vision. Having him at your back, solid and still fighting, took your breath away. With all the death and destruction that had erupted, either of you could have easily been lost, but he was here, still fighting for the light.

As the troopers numbers thinned, you both took the opportunity to gain ground. You knew you couldn't stay here, there would be nothing left of the temple in a few hours. Fire was burning somewhere down the hall, and if you didn't get to a ship soon, the hope you were letting simmer in your chest would be flattened, and you would both die here.

Obi-Wan took down the last trooper in eye sight, and he turned to where you were looking. The entire temple was on fire. Everything you had worked for, everyone you knew was dead or dying, every personal affect, every night spent alone meditating, or falling asleep in Obi-Wan's arms; it had all happened here. Your life was being set ablaze, and you watched as a giant panel of wall finally gave in, cracking and falling through to the ground below.

Obi-Wan's hand linked into yours, fingers threading together. He stood in front of you, the bright orange fire to his back. He was a mess, ash and blood over his face. It was horrific, to look at him like that, but you realised in that moment how lucky you were. As everything burnt around you, as your world caved in, Obi-Wan stood in front of it all, prepared to shield you.

You leant in and kissed him. You could taste the salt of his tears mixed with your own, but he kissed you back anyways. It was desperate and pleading, begging for forgiveness from each other for whatever atrocities you had committed. He pulls away just for a second.

"I have to kill him." He sobs, and slams back into you, this time his head tucking into the crook of your neck. There were a thousand things you needed to do right now, but being here with him, holding him was about the only thing you wanted to do. You know he means Anakin, you can hear it in his mind, and you cry with him, standing as the sounds of crackling metal echo all around you.

If he never pulled away, you would have stayed right there. In his moment, where his mind was completely open to you, showing you just how much he needed you, you would have stood there and burnt to the ground with him. But this was Obi-Wan, and he would never give up.

"We should-" You nod, knowing, and take his hand again, both of you sprinting to the maintenance hull. The screaming has stopped completely, which was almost worse than before, because you might be the only two people still alive in the temple. “My ship. Up there.”

“It’s all nearly gone.” You say, breathless and heartbroken, giving one last look to the Jedi temple you called home.

“My love… we- Stars. We have to go.” He’s tugging on your arm, and he is about the only person in the entire galaxy that could get you to move. So you do, climbing into the cockpit, and when you finally pull away from the temple, you burst into tears, Obi-Wan still clinging to your hand.

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[three weeks later]

“Anything?” Obi-Wan shakes his head, banging the holo device on his hand.

“It must be the connection on this planet. We would know if they were...”

“We would know.” You had been trying to reach the off-world base for the past few weeks, but since landing on this small Outer Rim planet that neither of you even knew the name of, there had been no word of the younglings reaching them. You knew they had to lay low, stay off the grid as much as possible, so this is where you would wait. Stay safe, out of sight, and wait for word from the base.

“I fixed the compressor in the ship last night.” He puts the holo device down and stands, coming around the other side of the small fire you had made to sit next to you. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“I know. I couldn’t either. I listened to you cursing the transmission wires for half an hour.” He cracks a smile, the sight making you feel warmer than the fire is.

“You could have helped.” He nudges into you playfully with his arm, but doesn’t pull away, keeping himself as close to you as possible on the log seats.

“I was hoping you would come back to bed.” He stops breathing for a second beside you, swallowing hard. You love that even after all the years you have spent together in secret, you still have this effect over him. “You know, I was thinking...”

“Oh dear.”

“Shut up. I was thinking about how we always talked about doing this.” He cocks his head, an arm wrapping around the small of your back.

“Landing on a planet we have never heard of and listening to me fix compressors?” This time, you are the one to shove him, but your hand grabs the one of his snaked around your waist, and pulls him back.

“You are such a smart-ass. No, I mean getting away. Being alone. I always said you needed a holiday.”

“You did.” His head falls onto your shoulder, and you can’t help but press a kiss to his forehead.

“I always pictured us like this, spending hours doing nothing but being together. Not worrying who was watching, how we would look.” You drift into silence, realising that now there really wasn’t anyone who would reprimand you. Nothing of the Jedi order you knew was left, except for the man in front of you. This is what the last three weeks have been like. Both of you were so used to hiding what you held between you, you had never experienced being able to just be together. 

The looming fear and devastation was more prevalent in the first two weeks, both of you just simply holding each other while you mourned the loss of everything you had ever known, but as this last week closes out, you have almost fallen into a new routine. Training, trying to make contact with the base, and touching each other in every spare moment, no prying eyes to shelter from. Back in the temple, you had never even spent a full night together. Usually, Obi-Wan would sneak into your quarters in the dead of night, hands sliding around your body, pulling you from sleep and driving you insane again and again, and just as you had gotten comfortable to sleep again, he would have to disappear, not able to risk being caught leaving in the morning.

  Here, on this desolate, bright green planet, there was none of that. He laid next to you the entire night, and was there in the morning when you woke, watching as the sun rose and lit up his face. The only time he really slept was just when the sun was rising, like he knew he wouldn’t have time to dream.

“We need to go for water tomorrow. I saw a lake overhead when we were landing. We will have to check the traps from yesterday as well, the ones near the mountain.” His head had turned so his nose was lightly touching the crook of your neck, his words kissing their way across the sensitive skin. It made you shiver, and Obi-Wan looked up slightly, his lips just an inch from your neck. “Are you cold?”

“If I say yes, will you come closer?” You feel him laugh against you, and his other arm comes across him to touch your waist.

“I don’t think I could get any closer, my love.”

“I can think of a few ways.” You expect a gasp of surprise, like you so usually got from him. Even after all your time together, he was still almost shocked when you came on to him. Instead, though, he presses a kiss to your collarbone, and you almost melt into the floor.

“I will never be able to thank you enough, for coming back for me.” He kisses you again, a little higher up this time, and your brain buzzes. It was the first time since you landed that he had brought the night up.

“It- Obi-Wan. Of course I would come for you, I couldn’t-” His teeth graze against your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You are the only person I could focus on. The only one I tried to hear.” His hands tightened on your waist, and he pulled you into his lap in one movement. Your shins were slightly digging into the wood on either side of his body, but his mouth on you had you forgetting all about it.

“You are all I can think about. I needed to know you were safe, and then you came back and I thought-”

“If you say you thought I would die, I’ll hit you.” He nips at the most sensitive spot of your neck in reprimand, and you moan as he kisses and sucks, leaving marks in a way that has you squirming.

  “My sweet girl.” You hear him murmur against your skin, and you thread your fingers in his hair. You rock your hips just once, and he moans loudly against your neck.

“Obi, if you want to talk about it-”

“I don’t want-” He kisses your jaw “to talk. What I want-” He switches sides “-is” kissing slightly higher, nearly on your cheek “-to hear you say my name. How you do when I-”

“Oh, fuck Obi-Wan.” His hand had slipped right in between your bodies, fingers lightly brushing along your core, already finding you soaking for him.

“When I do that.” Your mind was putty in his hands, and he applied a little more pressure as his lips found yours. He kissed you deeply, with the kind of force that reminds you just how long it’s been since he’s done so. You give him everything you have, needing to tell him so much, but not having the words. He stands and steps over the log, a squeal of surprise making you break the kiss, and he laughs. The sound is soft behind the crackling of the fire, and you tuck your head into his neck, the smell of fire, wood and him filling your senses.

“Walk faster.” Your hands grab his jacket harshly and pull, and he stops halfway up the ramp to the ship.

“I could just drop you.” He’s still not moving, so you move your hands off his jacket and grab his face, pulling him into a kiss. Your tongue moves with his, easily taking control in his surprised state, and soon you feel him moving so fast you could swear he was sprinting, nearly slamming you both into the rear wall. You can’t stop the smile that breaks the kiss, and his teeth bite down softly on your bottom lip, snapping your attention back.

  He snakes a hand up behind your head to duck you down as you walk through the doorway to your shared room. This ship was Obi-Wan’s, so there was only one bed, but considering how you have been sneaking into each others rooms like teenagers for two years, the sight is a welcomed one.

He lays you down gently, slotting himself between your legs and crawling back up to your mouth, kissing you slow and sweet. You moan into him, his hips rolling against you, and the kiss breaks when he opens his mouth to say your name.

“I-” His eyes were wide, almost like he was panicking, pupils flitting all over your face. “You need- I love you. You know that I love you, yes?”

“Of course. I love you, too.” Your eyebrows furrow at his worry, and he squeezes his eyes shut to kiss you before pulling away abruptly. “What’s wrong?”

“If I were here with anyone else, I would be lost. Everything is gone, and nothing would be- nothing would make sense. Being a Jedi is all that I am. Without it, I had nothing. Until you.” You nearly cry at his words, but he rolls his hips again and it makes you see stars. He begins to take his jacket off. “You are everything to me. I want you to know that. You are the reason I am able to think, to think of something after all of this. To even think of living a life after so much…” He fades off, struggling to focus with how your hand is tugging at the hem of his pants.

“I know, Obi-Wan.” You did. Through the Force, you could feel everything. His grief at losing Anakin, his grief at losing everyone, losing the life he has known. The anger at the Sith, the dark side, at himself. You could feel his sadness, the waves of it as it came and went, but most of all, you could feel his heart, and how it beat for you, and only you.

  Everything he was, everything you both were has been taken, but the one thing they could not take is this. You let him feel your energy, how you understand him, understand all that he is feeling and mirror it in your own heart, and he begins to take your shirt over your head.  

“You are gorgeous, my love.” He looms over you, taking his time drinking in the sight below him, but denies himself from running his hands over you. He wants to wait, wants you desperate and whining for him. You can read his mind now, you always could like this, just as he could read yours.

There must be something about being with another Jedi, especially ones as connected as you and Obi-Wan, but it was like the doors to your minds were pulled down, and you became one. It had always been like that between you, even from the first time.

  Rough fingertips scrape just barely along the skin above your jeans, and he undoes the buttons and slides them down painfully slow, all the while he has you fidgeting, trying to hurry the process. He sits back on his knees to take his own shirt off, and as soon as he leans down on his forearms to kiss you again, you take the chance and run your hands down his back, almost massaging with long strokes.

“My sweet girl. So good to me.” He was rolling his hips harder, having you arching your back to meet him while he moved his mouth down your neck.

“Anything you want, Obi. I’m here.” He sighs and leans most of his body weight on top of you, and you can feel him finally start to relax. You know you both should be concentrating on a million other things right now, dealing with your grief and confronting the hazy path of your futures, but right now all you wanted was to be with him, and you could hear in his mind how very badly he echoed the same thought.

He laughed as you fidgeted below him, a sound you were worried for a while would be lost forever, and it warmed every part of your bare skin. Hands tangled in hair, his body pressing into yours, your minds bleeding into one space neither of you had full control over. You were both completely at each other’s mercy, the ultimate equals in this moment.

“Please.” You breathed into him, and although he loved nothing more than taking the utmost time with you, you were both just as desperate to be close to each other. This fragile thing was the life raft you clung to in the darkness of the Force, and he was what drove you back to the light.

He kisses you again, and you feel his hand trailing softly down your tummy, over each ridge and curve like he wants to feel every part of you, remind himself you were here, warm and alive and practically panting for him. He guided himself into you slowly, as he always did, eyes never leaving yours. You both sigh in relief and ecstasy as he hits the deepest part of you, and you can see how Obi-Wan's eyebrows knit together, how his mouth opens just slightly to breathe your name before attaching to your neck. He leaves a trail of proof he was there down to your breasts, sliding out of you and setting a slow, earth shattering pace.

One of his hands comes back up your body to lock his fingers in your own, and he plants a soft kiss on your brow before catching your eye.

“I love you.” He gasps and thrusts into you again, getting a little faster when he hears your desperate sounds.

“Stars- I love you. Always.” The hand not holding yours slips underneath your arched back, forearm bracing you as he increases his speed.

“Does this feel good, love?” Your lip between your teeth muffled your response, a strained ‘mhmm’ ending off in a moan of his name. He kisses you again, the hand locked with your own squeezing gently, making your eyes open. “Fuck. That’s it.”

“S’huh?” You were so blissed out, you had no idea what he was saying or what he wanted you to do, but your eyes nearly crossed when he picked up the pace again, the sound of him hitting you impossibly deeper almost drowned out in the sound of you screaming his name.

“Kee-eep. Keep saying my name.” He groans into your ear, body tightening against yours.

“Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan.” It’s the only word you can say, all you can think of as he sets your body alight, each drag of his cock making every nerve ending stand on the edge. You weren’t going to last much longer, and managed to say his name one final time before you toppled into your release.

With a gasp he cums straight after you, the feeling of your warmth squeezing tight around him mixed with the euphoria you projected through the Force all too consuming. He knew he sounded desperate, the way he moaned out your name, but you stroked his hair and held him, rocking your hips in time with his as you both rode through your highs at the same time. It was as close to being on spice as Obi-Wan would ever get, and he doubted anything but you would make him feel this good.

“You are truly the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” Obi-Wan whispers in your ear, and you can see his eyes caressing down your body, liquid heat spreading through your veins under his gaze even in the darkness. He kisses your collarbone, and you know there are hickeys there, but you were on a desolate planet with no one to see you, and you would wear them with pride anyways.

“I love you, Obi-Wan. We will figure this out. You and me. I promise.” He lays down beside you, and you tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear.

“With you, I have no doubt.” His face disappears from view as he tucks himself into you, head buried under your chin. He’s saying something but you can no longer hear it, just the feeling of his words, the vibration of it against the base of your throat, and knowing he was there is enough to send you to sleep. You wake before him, to the holo device beeping rapidly. It’s a message, confirming all eight children had made it safely to the base, and they would wait for your reply on their next move.

When Obi-Wan woke, there was more messages on the holo device than you could keep up with. Scattered Jedi and allies all over the galaxy, confirming their position, and waiting for orders. You looked at Obi-Wan, face framed by the morning sunlight, and smiled.

“Well, what do we tell them?” You asked, and watched as that stern, council like look fell over his face. A mountain of ideas poured from his chest, like he had been saving them up, and the smile never left your face as he pulled the ship into space, speeding you into the light.

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Our Little Kenobi part 2

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Request from @starvingbrokestudent Can you do a super sweet pregnancy fic with Obi Wan? Like the reader finds out she’s pregnant after fertility issues and Obi Wan is just so excited?! And how they try to keep it a secret from the council and eventually she has a baby boy?

Sitting down in my chair in the council room I was currently the only person in the room. The meeting didn't start for another few minutes and I was getting slower with the pregnancy. My reflexes weren't as sharp and sooner or later others would notice too. I heard footsteps coming around the corner but my shoulders loosened seeing Obi-Wan. He sits down next to me sending me a look. “How are you feeling today, Y/n?”

“I have been throwing up all morning to be honest. I barely made it to this.” I responded to him rubbing my eyes trying to wake myself up.

Obi wan sent me a sad smile. “I'm sorry for causing you discomfort.”

“I don’t regret the night we spent together. I just wish it didn't make me sick every morning.” I reassured my fellow jedi master.

He nodded, clasping his hands together staring at me until we heard more footsteps coming towards the large and open room. I saw Yoda and Windu come inside and the other Jedi master members followed their heels. They sat down in their chairs where I began feeling nervous and twiddled my fingers together in my lap. “Looking at the war effort we have. Need someone to rescue Jabas son we do.”

“Master L/n, we have considered you since you are the most fluent in his language.” Windu explained looking in my direction.

Yoda pointed his finger at me. “Most useful you will be on this you will be.”

“Oh masters, I am not sure I can go.” I stuttered running a hand through my hair feeling my face turning red trying to not make it obvious of the reason why.

Obi wan kept his cool, sitting more upright on his chair. It had been a few months since I had told him I was pregnant with his soon to be child. We knew the rules that we had vowed to the council and the laws that were in place. “Do you care to tell us why that is exactly?”

“Oh uh…I have been feeling sick the last couple of weeks. I suppose it must be a stomach bug.” I clasped my hands together in my lap.

Yoda tapped his fingers on his chin. “Understand it is. Rest and get better you should. Send Kenobi in your place we shall.”

“Forgive me, Master Yoda. But I must back out as well. I have sworn to train some of the younglings months before the war started.” He held his hands up placing his hands on his knees praying that they couldn’t sense his nervousness.

Master Windu rose to his feet but he doesn’t seem angry or suspicious of the responses we had given him. “We understand you’re commitment, Master Kenobi. We will decide someone else to begin the search for Jabba's son to prevent a war with his army against the Republic.”

“Thank you for understanding, Masters.” I bowed my head rising to my feet before leaving the room.

Obi wan had got to his feet too doing the same but he would go in the opposite direction of where I had and wait a few minutes for them to clear the room. Then he would follow me back to my quarters like we had talked about the night before. I sat down on the edge of my bed burying my face in my hands. “We can’t possibly keep this up forever…it’s just not possible.”

“I wish that you weren’t right about that.” Whipping my head towards the voice I saw Obi Wan had slipped his way into my room without me knowing.

Slumping my shoulders I signed laying down on my back counting the lines on the ceiling till he came over and the bed dipped at his new weight. “Obi wan…I didn’t hear you come in.”

“That’s not a bad thing when we have something to hide from the council. I am just glad that they don’t seem to suspect anything.” He responded by running his hands through his locks.

Turning my head in his direction I said what we were both trying not to think about. The fact that we may have to abandon our entire lives here because of the infant. “Obi-Wan, we'll have to leave here won't we?”

“If anyone on the council suspects us. Yes we will have too. I'll have to break my promise to Qui Gon to train Anakin…to honor my promise to remain by your side now and for however long our lives may last.” He interviewed his hands together in his lap.

I paused just watching him take in a few breaths. Obi-Wan and I had been friends for years so it was almost impossible for us to not fall in love with each other. We knew the other inside and out. We were bonded together, possibly even for life. But not yet in marriage. Over the past few weeks I had been deciding I wanted to be given his last name. I wanted my child to be able to address as a full born Kenobi. Reaching up I touched his shoulder making him look at me. “Obi, there's something I wanna do.”

“What is it, my darling?” He asked softly.

Leaning forward I kissed him quietly for a moment and he leaned into the kiss smiling till I drew back. “I know you already asked me to marry you so let’s do it this evening. I wish to become your wife tonight.”

“Who would we get to perform the ceremony?”

“Padme, she and Anakin had R2D2 and C3po do their wedding.” I replied.

Obi wan paused before rising to his feet and he held his hands out to me helping me stand up with him. I squeezed his hands before he leaned down kissing my forehead leaving the room going to find the members that we needed. “I’ll get everything set and ready. I’ll see you in your dress later, Y/n.” As soon as I had told Padme she was over the moon even giving me one of her very first princess dresses to wear as my wedding gown. Obi wan decided that we should get married on the temple roof at sunset which I found very romantic in my opinion.

Padme and Anakin were standing in the center of the roof with Obi wan by his padawan. C-3PO was standing in the center of the group. R2D2 was rolling in front of me, throwing some flowers until he reached the others. Obi wan lifted his head and immediately was at a loss for words seeing me before him. The dress I had on had long sleeves that were made of lace and I had a short heel on with my hair loose except for two strands tired back. Padme wiped away some tears. “I don’t think much needs to be said here. All of us who are here right now know that these two wouldn’t be doing this if they didn’t really love one another. So the vows if you would.”

“Y/n, I love you more than I thought I could anyone. And I have to say I am so grateful that I now join my life with yours.” Obi wan intertwined my hands with his, slipping the wedding band on my ring finger.

Squeezing my hands that were holding mine I chuckled, slipping the band on his finger trying to not cry too much on the borrowed dress from my best friend. “I love you to the stars, Obi. I know we didn’t plan the baby. But we have always been a good pair together so I am so excited to be your wife after today.”

“It is my great pleasure to now pronounce you husband and wife.” Padme declares looking at Anakin.

He smiled between the two of us. “Obi-wan and Y/n Kenobi sounds rather good to me.”

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lessons learned ✧ obi-wan kenobi

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request: Comedy angst for Star Wars - idk who coz it could be a group thing. Them lecturing the reader about being safe - coz reader is just the best but a baby compared to the rest of the group/other person - and during that lecture they are ambushed and either 

a) reader is hurt and makes it comedic by reciting the lecture 

OR b) others are hurt and reader medically helps them by reciting the lecture. 

Up to you which route ya go down and how much angst with who.  - anon

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x padawan!fem!reader (platonic)

summary: obi-wan lectures you about being safe, only for him to get hurt in the end. 

word count: 1,177

warnings?: brief (and badly described) fighting, obi-wan is injured, not proofread

If you were honest, you were surprised that Obi-Wan Kenobi would take on another Padawan. Not that that was a bad Master, or that you weren’t learning a lot from him. But, no one could deny that, despite Anakin Skywalker becoming a Jedi Knight, Obi-Wan still seemed like he had a lot to teach his former Padawan. Still, Obi-Wan took you under his wing. He showed you what it meant to be a Jedi. But, to his chagrin, you turned out to be a lot more like Anakin than he anticipated. Between you, Anakin, and Anakin’s own Padawan Ahsoka, you were sure that Obi-Wan was going to be sent into cardiac arrest from all of the antics. 

His worry only skyrocketed when you were on the battlefield. You were more than capable at combat, but you had a flair for the dramatics. A tendency to forgo your own safety if it meant seeing something through until the end. But who could blame you? This was a war. You were fighting for the Republic, for everything it stood for, for everything it could be. If you were willing to lay down your life for it all, what was the point?

Besides, there was a sort of…fun that could be had in battle. Especially when you were fighting a droid army. Being able to pick apart their weaknesses, to see the flaws in their strategy, to feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. It was…exhilarating. If you were honest, a part of you felt a smidge guilty about that. Being a Jedi meant keeping the peace. Fighting was only supposed to be a last resort. Fighting this war was for the purpose of keeping the peace. It wasn’t something you were always going to be doing. 

But, kriff, why did it light your soul on fire? 

Obi-Wan hated that part of you. Well, not hated per se. But it was something that he took an issue with, tried to show you that there was more to being a Jedi than swinging a lightsaber and occasionally meditating. Every day, he tried to show you there was more to this life than a fight. Today was no different. 

The Council sent you to a neutral planet in an effort to convince them to side with the Republic. Apparently, the resources the planet could offer would be incredibly valuable for the war effort. The sort of thing that could end the war a lot sooner. It was…imperative that negotiations went over well. Which was exactly why Obi-Wan spent the better part of the hour telling you that you could not, under any circumstances, succumb to your urges to start a fight. 

“Remember, young one, we are only here to negotiate,” Obi-Wan said as you walked up to the palace. “There will be no fighting. You will not take out your lightsaber unless it is absolutely necessary—that means if the situation becomes life or death. You will not be snarky, no matter how tempting it is. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

Unfortunately for Obi-Wan—but fortunately for you—negotiations went south…Rather quickly, in fact. But, it had nothing to do with you. No, it was actually Obi-Wan who started the fight, despite his insistence that no fight occur today. To be fair, though, you could hardly blame him for drawing his lightsaber first. Their thinly veiled threats were obvious. The fact that they had sided with the Separatists already was obvious. And then, to add the cherry on top of this shit show, a blaster was drawn on you. 

All things considered, though, they didn’t put up a very strong fight. You and Obi-Wan cut through their forces with relative ease. For folks looking to pick a fight, they sure came woefully unprepared. Perhaps they assumed that a pair of Jedi coming to negotiate would be unarmed. Perhaps they were just incredibly stupid. Either way, you came out the other side relatively unscathed. 

However, you could not the same about your Master. As you clipped your lightsaber back to your belt, looking around the wreckage, your gaze settled on the figure slumped against the wall. Kriff. He did not look good.

“Are you alright, Master?” you asked, walking over to him. 

“Define alright.”

You sucked in a breath. Well, how the turn tables. “Do you think you can walk on your own?”

“I’m going to need a little help,” he said. 

You nodded and bent down to help him. But, as you did so, an idea tickled at the back of your mind. Was it a petty idea? Sure. Then again, he had only told you to not be snarky during the negotiations. And the negotiations were over now, so…

“Remember, Master, we are only here to negotiate,” you said, throwing one of Obi-Wan’s arms around your shoulders, wrapping the other around his waist. You heaved him up so he was standing—er, well, leaning against you. You took a tentative step forward. Obi-Wan did the same. “There will be no fighting.”

“Don’t,” Obi-Wan wheezed. His words held no bite. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him holding back a laugh. 

“You will not take out your lightsaber unless it is absolutely necessary—”

Obi-Wan lifted his head to glare at you. You couldn’t help but snicker. You held back for a moment, focusing on getting Obi-Wan out of the palace and to the ship. Every step, Obi-Wan wheezed a little harder. Kriff. You hadn’t thought the fight had gone that bad. 

Finally, the two of you reached the ship. Commander Cody spotted the two of you first. He surged forward, taking Obi-Wan away from you. Usually, you would have made a quip about bringing the Commander’s husband back in one piece—mostly one piece, at least. But, an inkling of concern tickled at you. 

Cody led Obi-Wan onto the ship, toward the medbay. You followed after them.

“—that means life or death,” you continued. 

Cody looked at you as he helped Obi-Wan onto a cot, his brows furrowed. Ah, he wouldn’t understand. He hadn’t been there for your Master’s lecture. Well, that wasn’t going to stop you from finishing your recitation. 

“I get the point, young one,” Obi-Wan said, punctuating his sentence with a cough. He gave you the sternest look he could muster, which honestly looked as scary as a loth-cat kitten given his current predicament. “You don’t have to continue.”

You watched as one of the medical droids flitted around Obi-Wan, assessing the damages. “You will not be snarky,” you said. 

“Ha!” Cody laughed. “He said that? What a hypocrite!”

You grinned at Cody. Obi-Wan glared at the two of you. “No matter how tempting it is.”

“You’ve made your point.”

“Do you understand?” you finished. 

“I understand you’re going to be stuck with the paperwork for this,” Obi-Wan said. “Too injured to do it myself.”

“That is hardly fair!”

“Should have been a bit more sympathetic, then, young one,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mirth. 

“Oh, I’ll show you sympathetic—”

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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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[mostthingskenobi]

Here's another quote-post from one of my fan fics. This fic is one of my personal favorites 🤗

Bloody Escape takes place immediately after the Clone Wars episode "Revenge" -- my ALL TIME FAVORITE CLONE WARS EPISODE!!!!!

Obi-Wan Kenobi and Asajj Ventress barely escape with their lives after a dangerous encounter with Darth Maul and Savage Opress. Trapped together in a small shuttle, these one-time enemies must put their differences aside in order to find their way back to civilization. Things get complicated when Ventress realizes Kenobi has been gravely wounded. Will he survive the long journey or will his blood be on her hands?

You can read the fic on AO3 or Tumblr.

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[obixwan]

what’s the harm?

pairings: obi wan x reader (pre attack of the clones)

word count: 1,400 ish

blurb: Quinlan set Obi-Wan up with a friend and now, Obi-Wan can’t help himself.

warnings: platonic friends turned almost lovers, alcohol, disregard for the jedi code i guess? quinlan?

notes: god i am sorry i know ive been absent from tumblr for ages lol just burnt out uni student things! anyway enjoy this fluffy kenobi as an apology!! ( wasn’t sure how to end it so i left it on a cliff hanger lol) once again, it’s unedited

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graphic made by the beautiful @saradika 🫶🏻🥰🥹

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Obi-Wan’s eyes had not left her all night. Stars, he knows he’s tiptoeing the line, a balancing act well deserving of an applause from an adoring crowd. He knows he’s edging into the dangerous territory, attachment within the reach of his fingertips, tempting him. He knows this could swallow him up just as quick as it could spit him back out. But he’s tested the waters and he’s found he quite likes the temperature. So what’s the harm in diving in head first?

A sharp elbow to his ribs, an almost spilt beer, it’s enough to tear his gaze away from her. He turns to his old friend, ready to tell him to keep his boney elbows to himself but Quinlan is already looking at him with the biggest all-knowing, shit-eating smirk. “Oh, I never thought I’d see the day, Kenobi.” He lets out an irritatingly loud laugh, head thrown back and hand slapping his thigh and everything, as if this predicament Obi-Wan finds himself in (which is also partly Quin’s fault in the first place), is the funnest thing in the whole galaxy. “You have it bad, my friend.” He says, drawing out the word bad for emphasis, as if it really needed it.

Two weeks ago, Quinlan had dragged Obi-Wan out of the temple, away from his research session. He said he had something Obi-Wan just had to see. If Obi-Wan had known Quinlan was dragging him along on a double date just so Quin could actually get a date, would Obi-Wan have gone along with it? Absolutely not. But that wasn’t the point. What business did he and Quin have going on dates? They were Jedi and the last time Obi-Wan checked, attachment, and everything that came with it, was still strictly under the No Go section. Quinlan had never been much for the rules. And that was how he, Obi-Wan Kenobi, ended up at Tex’s Dinner, ordering milkshakes and sitting across from quite possibly the prettiest thing he’d ever seen in the whole galaxy.

Ever since then, Obi-Wan had found a way to spend every free second looking at her. He was not in the business of denying himself the right to look at beautiful things, after all. Life was too short for that.

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes but that, unfortunately, does not prevent Quinlan from being right. Obi-Wan was cursed. He was fixated, down bad, in deep, head over heels, whatever turn of phrase you wanted to use. It was as if this girl had engraved herself right over the palpating muscle in his chest the moment her eyes had locked on to his over milkshakes.

He watches as she dances with Quinlan’s partner, Grace, out on the dance floor of the bar the two girls had picked. Honestly, it’s decent, for Coruscant. The lighting is enough to see by, the music is loud enough to dance to without feeling like a fool but not so loud that you can’t keep track of a conversation.

“Are you going to dance with her, Kenobi, or are you just going to stare at her?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head, ignoring Quinlan and his obnoxious smirk.

At least here, if only for tonight, he is not a Jedi Knight About To Become A Jedi Master Who Is About To Take On His Own Padawan, which is strangely akin to fatherhood, if you asked Obi-Wan, even though the other jedi try to reject the similarities between parenthood and taking on a padawan. Obi-Wan still feels like he is adopting Anakin anyway. Tonight, he is just a guy, out on the town, having fun with his girl. This is, perhaps, Obi-Wan’s last taste of normalcy but he expects it won’t be Quin’s.

She’s making her way over to him now, legs wobbling, a huge cheeky grin on her face, digging into her flushed cheeks. Her giggles echo over the music of the bar. The Starberry wine has stained her lips a deliciously blushed colour and she has a glint in her eye.

Obi-Wan can remember every time his heart has swelled at the sight of something beautiful. The feeling of it, goosebumps all over his body, a breath hitched in his throat. Hyperspace, the stars blurring with the speed. Naboo and it’s grasslands and gardens. Padme Amidala. Shaak Ti’s mastery of Makashi and Ataru and her grace and serendity in battle. And now… Her.

She’s giggling as she lets herself flop down into the conversation booth, next to Obi-Wan. He can feel the warmth of her radiating through his tunic. The small of her infiltrates his nose, sweet like summertime. He groans internally. He is so in trouble. Her hand lands on his thigh and she’s leaning into him as she tries to right herself in the seat.

Across from them, Grace has found her spot next to Quinlan and now her fingers are tracing the yellow markings of the Kiffar’s skin. Obi-Wan clears his throat, excusing himself and tearing his eyes away from the couple and their intimate moment but without conversation, he is all too aware of her, inching closer and closer into his side, her breath tickling his skin.

“Obi,” She whispers softly, lips grazing his neck, and Obi-Wan has to close his eyes to keep still, to not startle her away from this closeness he’s been longing for. When his mind is calm, he opens his eyes to see Quin silently laughing at him from across the booth, Grace now peppering his neck and shoulders with kisses.

“Will you take me home?” She asks, so sweetly, eyes peering up at him from under her thick lashes. He nods, finishing his drink as she downs the rest of her wine, giggling again as Obi-Wan catches her as she missteps out of the booth.

He taps the table as a way of farewelling Quin and Grace, pays off their tab, and lets her lead him out of the bar, hand in hand. His training is screaming at him to let go, to pull his hand away, to reject this simple touch and he knows he probably should but his instincts are taking over every bit of training and his hand wraps around hers anyway. The city is bustling as they make their way back to her apartment lot. The planet that never sleeps lives up to its name, people coming and going everywhere. After weaving through the sports district, they finally come to her apartment.

“Would you like to come in, Obi-Wan?”

He loves the sound of his name coming from her berry stained lips. The way it sounds so sweet but tonight he doesn’t want to be Obi-Wan. He doesn’t want to be Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight, Man of Responsibility. He just wants to be a man who is in love with a woman. He doesn’t want to have to think about the repercussions crossing her doorstep is sure to bring in the morning. He doesn’t want to think about Anakin, the future, the wider galaxy. He doesn't want to think about anything except this girl and this moment. He nods.

She fumbles with the keys, giggling as her clumsy fingers slip. When the door finally swings open, she lets out a loud laugh, and he laughs too, following her and shutting the door behind her. She sits her purse on the table by the entrance and kicks off her heels. Obi-Wan toes off his boots.

Her apartment is almost as beautiful as her. Colours everywhere but not in a cluttered way. In an artful, tasteful kind of way. As he takes it in, she asks if he likes the apartment. He nods again.

“Good.” She says, laughing. “I’d be out of a job if you didn’t.”

“You’re an interior designer?”

She nods as she makes her way through to the kitchen. She pulls out a glass and fills it with water, she doesn't ask if he wants a glass, but pours him one anyway. Their fingers brush as he accepts, sending tingles up his arm. He follows her through the house, as she leads him through to her bedroom.

“Will you stay?” She asks, eyes fluttering.

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