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Prompt 1, 4 , and 50

Character Obi wan Kenobi

Friends to lovers

Mutual pining

Finding Her

Obi-Wan Kenobi x plus size reader

The tension had been there for years, only getting stronger after the fall.

Warnings: Obi-Wan POV, past violence and death, references to Order 66, reunion, fluff, lost limbs, blood, some horny thoughts (I really can’t help myself)

WC: 2.7k

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1: “God you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 4: “Can I kiss you?” 50: “I can’t believe you’re mine.” 2: Friends to lovers 7: Mutual pining

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“This party is downright boring.” She complained, body leaning against one of the many decorative pillars in the huge hall. Obi-wan chuckled as he took his place beside her, their shoulders barely brushing. Her eyes were locked on the Senator she was meant to be guarding tonight but she visibly cringed when he winked at her.

“You should be thankful. Anakin was going to be here instead of me.” A wicked grin crossed her face. “Seriously? And you decided to come to this? At least if flyboy was here, it would be more entertaining.” He bumped her shoulder with his own, jostling her slightly. “But I know you like me more.” She stayed quiet.

“You do like me more right?” He asked, slightly insecure. She just laughed and walked away, blue robes flowing around her as she moved into the crowd, sending him a wink over his shoulder that knocked the breath from his lungs.

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Obi-Wan watched as the stars sped past him. It had been so long since he had last been in hyperspace and it was bringing back painful memories.

He wondered if she was still alive. If, by some miracle, she survived the decimation, where would she be now? But in his heart he knew she would’ve never been able to kill any of the clones. They were her brothers, she would rather die than hurt any of them.

She would’ve loved Luke. Probably constantly seeing Anakin in his eyes and words. She would’ve smacked him over the head, telling him that he should’ve dropped everything to save Leia the moment her parents called.

But then she would’ve reassured him, telling him Anakin’s fate was not his fault. Giving a long and impassioned speech, the ones she was known for that would have eased his guilt just a bit. Then comforted him for his perceived failure, both in protecting his brother and saving Leia.

The smell of the bacta that engulfed him sent his mind spiraling once more.

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“I’ve always wanted kids.” Her voice was soft and incredibly sad. He looked over at her, the stars reflecting in her glassy eyes. The adrenaline from the mission was starting to wear off, his shaking hands slowly steadying on the controls of the stolen ship.

The entire thing had gone sideways. They had barely escaped with their lives after being ambushed by rogue bounty hunters with enough explosives to destroy a planet.

Her robes were now brown with dried blood, the left sleeve empty and hanging at her side. A large cut ran from her collarbone, all the way up the left side of her face. It was jagged and ugly. She smelt of bacta, the chemical stretch that clung to everything. There wasn’t enough in the ship's small storage compartments to completely fix her up, just enough to stop the bleeding for a while.

The explosions shook the ground they ran on. He hadn’t seen the one by their ship until it was too late. The fireball was nothing short of magnificent as it engulfed the ship, setting alight the fuel stores. He froze.

Scrap rained down on them, like some sort of apocalyptic storm. A powerful push shoved him to the side just before the huge door of the gunner ship pierced the hard earth. He heard her scream above the ringing in his ears.

She was pinned under the door by her left arm, the ripped metal had cut her face deeply. “Go!” “I’m not leaving you!” He shouted over the thunderous roars. “I’m trapped Ben! There’s no time!”

He didn’t hesitate to activate his lightsaber and swing down.

“Really? I can’t picture you as a mother.” He joked, trying to ease the tension in the small cockpit. He breathed in relief when she gave a weak chuckle. “Yeah well you’re a crap shot and they still gave you a blaster.”

Obi-Wan shot her a glare but there was no malice behind it. She sent him a small smile, her eyes still filled with tears. “I had this dream when I was younger that I could grow up to be a Jedi and once I felt I made a difference, I would leave. Travel the galaxy, find a home. A real home. And help lost children.” There was a pregnant pause before she continued.

“I know the temple has done a lot for me and has saved a lot of kids. But I don’t know if this is the life that I really want.” “Why are you saying this now?” Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, she avoided his eyes. “I don’t know if the order is worth it anymore. At what point did we stop helping people and just become pawns in some fucked up game?”

The cockpit was silent for a moment, the small compartment filled with explosive tension. He opened his mouth to reply but she beat him to it. “Just, just forget I said anything ok. We can blame it on the adrenaline and the obscene amount of painkillers I’m on right now. Get us home Ben.”

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The nightmares haunted him. His ears rang with Anakin’s angered screams. He could still feel the heat of the lightsaber descending on him. He could smell the blood, whether someone else’s or his own, he didn’t know. He knew he was running again.

Running from his past. Running from who he was. He had to stop and stand tall once more. He had to become that Jedi master. The one who would run head first into battle to protect the people he held in his heart. The one who could take on a whole platoon of droids to rescue his idiot padawan.

But he was older now, weaker both in mind and body. He’d lost so much with the downfall of the Jedi, never allowing himself to mourn. He couldn’t help but think of the last time he saw her, only a week before the massacres.

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Her chambers were quiet, they had been for the past two weeks. The sheets were pristine, the pantry empty. Obi-Wan sighed, he knew where he’d find her, maybe he was just holding out hope that she had come to her senses.

She was alone in the training room. Her right hand shook as she struggled to hold her blade. Her saber was unique among the order. It was heavy weight, meant to be a two-handed weapon that could deliver hits with incredible power. Sweat poured down her back. She stepped forward and took another swing at the hologram, losing her grip right before she made contact.

The heavy metal clanged against the floor, immediately turning off. She simply grunted and bent over to pick it up once more, her muscles straining with exertion. “It would be wise to rest.” The bandages wrapped around her left shoulder taunted him, reminding him that this was all his fault.

“I will rest when you stop feeling guilty.” She replied but clipped the lightsaber to her belt anyway, turning to her friend as she did so. Guilt curled in his gut at the sight of her scarred face. “Stop it.” She ordered, taking a seat on the bench behind her. “I wasn’t doing anything.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah right, and I’m a purple bantha.” “Really? I figured you were more of a yellow wampa.” A genuine smile crossed her features. It was one he rarely ever saw, reserved for moments of great joy. The corner of her eyes crinkled as the edge of her plump lips curled upward and her shoulders relaxed. It took years off of her, reminding Obi-Wan of how she used to be when they were themselves padawans.

Plopping down on her right side, he studied the large window on the other end of the room that looked over the vast city. “There was a reason that they haven’t given you a new arm you know.” “Yeah and what’s that?” “You need a break. You’ve been going non stop even before the accident. The council is worried that you’ll get too tired and trip up.”

“No one knows why you’re doing this. Why do you push yourself so hard even when you don’t need to.” She sighed and leaned her head on his broad shoulder, his own arm wrapping around her thick hips to hold her close. “I feel like something bad is coming. Something that could destroy us all. I just want to be prepared.”

Her voice was grim, far darker than he was used to. “Well no matter what it may be, we will survive. We always have.” She placed her hand on his muscular thigh. “I hope you’re right Ben, I really do.”

The silence settled over them, an unknown threat building in front of the pair.

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The ship had landed on Jabiim and he was anxious to keep moving, to find Leia. He had been away from Luke for too long, a knot forming in his gut, worried that something might have happened in his absence.

Maybe it was a bit ironic that he had been tasked with caring for children when she was the one that was truly destined for it. His body still ached. He probably needed at least a month in a bacta bath but he doubted he would ever get that lucky.

Their plan was slowly coming together. It was pretty much a suicide mission but it was worth the risk. He couldn’t let Leia die. “There’s one more person that could help us.” He raised a greying eyebrow at Kawlan over the map table. “Is it truly wise to bring in another person?” The man huffed, clearly miffed at the Jedi.

“She’s a damn good warrior. She can help.” He reinforced firmly, not backing down. Tala spoke up, eager to break the tension. “We could use all the help we can get.” She nodded, indicating for the fighter to leave and fetch the woman he was referring to. Obi-Wan turned from the table to whisper to Tala. “Are we sure this is a good idea?”

“Probably not but if he trusts her then maybe that’s enough for now. We just keep our guard up.” He sighed, truly too tired to fight it. But she was right, they needed more muscle, especially if Vader was behind this. Leaning on the table, he lowered his head, trying to concentrate on that part of him he had been ignoring for years. He had to connect to the Force once more.

A tugging in his chest made his body tense. The feeling was nostalgic. Fragments of memories zipping through his mind as the knot inside him got tighter. It was an ever present ache when he was young, the tell-tale sign that she was close by. But that couldn’t be, she had to be dead.

His head shot up when the ache became a downright burn, his heart beating wildly in his ears. Kawlan was at the mouth of the red cavern, a smaller hooded figure beside him. The stoic man was smiling at them, and a laugh rang through the cave that froze him in place.

He knew that laugh. It was a staple of his childhood, a constant companion during the hardest days. The dark hood fell away from their face and he couldn’t breathe. Suddenly the past nine years fell away and he stood up straight.

She was older, that much was obvious, but no less beautiful. In fact, she aged gracefully, blossoming from a stunning young woman to a goddess walking among mortals.

He knew that body. So much of his youth was dedicated to imagining what her soft dips and curves would feel like under his hands. He knew how that body fought, how that body protected.

He knew those eyes. How many hours, how many days had he spent staring into them, mesmerising the depth of emotion within the multitude of colours that hypnotised him. The wrinkles around them were deeper now, more pronounced but unlike his own, hers were obviously from joy and not worry.

They sparkled as they fell upon him. “Hi Ben.” He couldn’t help but smile as he gazed at her.

He moved quickly, far more quickly than he thought possible, not hesitating to bring her into his arms, finally feeling complete once more. “You’re alive.” He breathed what felt like for the first time in centuries. He felt two pairs of hands travel up his back to hold him close, her face settling into the crook of his neck, like she always used to do when they were reunited after a long mission away.

“You got old.” She joked but the tears shimmering in her eyes betrayed her true thoughts. She thought he was dead too. “You two know each other?” The others seemed confused about this sudden burst of emotion. “Yes, we’ve known each other since we were younglings.” She spoke over his shoulder, unable to release him from her grasp.

Tala gazed at the pair for a moment. “Then, let’s go over this plan again. They must have some Jedi secrets they need to share with each other.” Thank the stars for Tala, Obi-Wan thought. Just a second, just a small moment with her, that’s all he needed.

She pulled him into a little side room carved from the rugged stone. “Oh Ben, it’s been so long.” Her warm hand cupped his bearded cheek. He felt the love pour out of her, the soft wave of yearning that both soothed him and made him feel like an adolescent boy once more. And just like that, the walls he had so carefully built since he was taken to the temple as a child, crumbled to dust in her arms.

“God you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” It slipped out so easily that he did not have a moment to regret it. “I don’t know how I’ve survived this long without you, without your beauty, your kindness, your love.” She looked bashful, an emotion he has never seen colour her cheeks before. “Obi-Wan,” Doubt curled in his gut but was quickly stamped out as her soft body pressed even tighter to him, “I’ve loved you since you accidentally tripped and face planted into my bone broth.”

His shoulders sagged in relief. “That moment, really?” She shrugged. He suddenly felt ten years younger. If he thought hard enough, maybe he could pretend they were somewhere safe once more. Somewhere where they could ignore the plights of the galaxy and just be happy. “I wouldn’t change it for anything.” Her face moved closer to his own, his hands falling to her wide hips.

“Neither would I.” He whispered. “Can I kiss you?” Her voice was soft, softer than he had ever heard it before and it set his body alight. “You never have to ask.”

Her lips were even better than he could have ever imagined. The kiss was gentle, barely even a brush of lips but it was enough for his heart to explode within him. How long had he waited for this moment? How long had he dreamed about it? He pulled away reluctantly. “This can’t be real. Not after all this time.”

Her eyes roll in that all too familiar way, fingers sliding up into his grey hair to grip the strands tightly. “Wanna try that again?” She yanked his head down so their mouths could clash once more. It’s more intense now, raw emotion pushing them closer and closer, the kiss quickly heating into something more.

She moaned into his mouth and he felt his knees buckle. His hands moved from her hips to her back, palms splayed out, trying to touch as much of her as possible. Breaking away, both of them gasping for air and visibly disheveled, they still remained in each other’s arms. “I can’t believe you’re mine.” He muttered. Her forehead came to rest against his own. “I always was Ben. I always was.”

They took comfort in the silence. Neither of them needed to speak again, just happy to finally be themselves, with each other. Suddenly his eyebrows crinkled and reached behind his head to pull her arms away. He studied her left limb which was still covered with a long sleeve and a glove.

“You have an arm.” She threw her head back and let out a deep belly laugh, trembling in his grasp. “Of course I do! What did you expect me to be lopsided for the past nine years?” Giggles still bubbled from her chest. “Oh shut up.” He growled and their lips collided once more.

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anisbaby · 11 days

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cw; edging, desperation play

anakin skywalker who just loves to see you desperate.

he found some sick pleasure in the way you would beg and cry for him if he pushed you just right. he loved the way he could pull you apart by simply denying you the pleasure you so desperately wanted.

"ah ah. you don't need it. you want it. there's a difference angel." he'd coo mockingly watching as you hiccuped screwing your eyes shut. small pleas left your lips as he continued to drive you closer and closer to the edge with just his fingers. your back arched up, your hands grasping at the covers as your peak began to build. Just as you were about to finally fall over the edge into ecstasy his hand pulled away.

another sob left your lips as your head shook back and forth widely. anakin simply watched, running a hand up your thigh. a small smirk grew on his lips as he watched you pant above him.

moving up the bed he used his arms to cage you in before pressing his lips against yours. If you were still coherent enough to return the kiss you were far from where he wanted you.

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sugarplumwritings · 7 months

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REACTIONS | Reacting To Your Sexy Costume

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker

Timeline: Modern AU!

Reader: Fem Reader!

Note: In honor of the spooky season, I present this! work is hectic so this is something I finally have time around! hope you all like it.

Scenario: It's finally Halloween night, and you have to show off with your husband, of course though, he couldn't wait to see your surprise costume and it did get a reaction out of him.

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Anakin Skywalker

Anakin emphasized that Halloween would be celebrated with a night in, but despite it being obvious in his voice, plans changed. Ben was having a costume party and invited you and Anakin to tag along to the party. Anakin hesitated at first, but seeing the glee and excitement on your face was enough for him to cave in and agree, but only for your sake. That's when Anakin went shopping for his own costume, while you tended to find your own because of how picky you were at the last few stores you checked. He would rather not ruin your mood and continue to let you have free control over how many stores you would stop at until you found the one you truly wanted.

Eventually, you did, and Anakin saw this as a green light, quickly paying and dipping at the speed of light to get home, smiling when he heard the squeal and mumbling of surprising him with your costume. Even if Halloween was slightly childish to Anakin in some sense, he nonetheless would do anything for you and allowed you to keep your costume to yourself until the night you would both be going to Ben's party. “Alright, you can surprise me, I Promise I won't say anything or glance at it,” He assured you with a small laugh to follow.

Now that night was happening, Anakin stood in his costume downstairs, tapping his foot ever so slightly against the floor. Waiting for you to get ready, Anakin didn't want to be all up on you presently, knowing you were excited for Ben's party and all, he would not push you about going any faster since he didn't want it to seem like he despised going. “Are you almost done?” He spoke across the house, his voice echoing. A small but loud hum could be heard in response. “Almost!” you called out to him. Anakin shakes his head, listening to the sound of the bedroom door. You walked towards the top of the stairs.

Anakin felt his eyes widen slightly, seeing you in such a sexy costume like that. Anakin had a thing for you in dark colors, so seeing the dark toned bodysuit hug your figure along with the sexy bunny ears was enough to make Anakin jump from his skin. Eyes traveling around your body, and zoning out as the sound of your voice, he was in a trance, and he wasn’t rushing to leave it. Anakin always found you sexy, and he always vocalized that too, now the costume spoke to him, and it proved his point why he found you so damn fine.

“Ani. I’m talking to you.” Your voice brought him back to reality, snapping him out of his haze. “I asked you, what do you think?” You spun around, giving him every possible view of the costume. This would either be with Anakin agreeing you looked beautiful and leaving for the party, or taking you back upstairs to handle you in that costume. “I think…you look so damn good. And I don’t think we’ll have time to get to that party” he grinned, his arm wrapping around your waist. “What? We can’t show up late to Ben’s party!” You sighed. Anakin chuckled, his hand rubbing your ass lovingly. “Looks like we’ll have to miss it. You started this problem. Now you get to fix what you did to me…” he spanked you. This caused you to wince as Anakin lifted you up, taking you upstairs.

Let’s just say, you didn’t make it to the party, but he made sure the night wasn’t quiet either and was well spent.

Obi-wan Kenobi

Ben didn’t mind doing things with you, even if that meant he originally didn’t want to do them. He still agreed upon his love for you, and he knew how much you wanted to dress up for Halloween. “It’s not silly, Ben, I know it sounds lame, but it’ll be fun! We can match!” You spoke with enthusiasm as he chuckled. “I suppose that’s true.” He leaned back on the couch. “Let’s go as Angel’s! You would look wonderful in a white suit!” You suggested. Ben glanced at you, humming in agreement after moments of his silence. “I suppose so, but are you sure you want to go to Anakin’s get together?” He asked. “Of course! Anything to see, Padme!”

Ben sat in the car now, waiting for you to make the surprise costume purchase. He knew that you and Padme were close and wanted as much time together as possible. Which is why he didn’t stop you despite not wanting to be at the store. But upon the glance of you exiting, he let out the breath he was holding in, glad to finally see you.

Now it was time for costumes, Ben was getting his suit ready, and still learning how to adjust to the fake wings on his back. “This is extremely uncomfortable.” He sighed. In hopes, you could hear him from the bathroom. “Oh relax, Mr. Kenobi.” You opened the door, Ben swore the moment he got a glimpse he fell in love again. The sexy white outfit really hugged your figure, and it brought out how beautiful and plump you truly were. “Well my…you look remarkable. Mrs. Kenobi. Glad to call you mine.” Ben walked over, wrapping an arm around your waist.

A small giggle passed your lips as Ben checked the time. “We have…two hours before we go… I could use some time with you” he said, trying to avoid the hard on pressing against his pants. “I guess I’ll make the most of it…” you blushed heavily.

Ben made sure to admire your body that night and let the feeling of your mouth stay on him. His hands gripped your halo tightly, and Ben was set for the night.

Luke Skywalker

Luke was fine with Halloween and when he heard that his lovely wife wanted to host a party, he agreed nonetheless. Luke knew about your close attachment to his sister, Leia. And he recalled you mentioning to him how you wished to Match with her, Luke could only agree more, respecting and accepting your choice. “It’ll be fun” you mentioned, on the couch with your husband, legs over his lap. “Does Han know?” He asked as you hummed. “Of course. Leia and I want to surprise with our costumes, so no snooping”.

That was hard, not snooping through your costume, but he once again loved you too much to go against your wishes, so Luke respected what you asked of him. He was itching though to find out. All he wanted to do was snoop through those bags and figure out what all the hype was about, just like Han wanted to do to Leia’s bags. “Well. Mrs. Skywalker, you have my word.” Luke smiled innocently, you thanked him, leaning up and pecking his lips softly.

What a time it was though, the home around that time was full of people, family members, and close friends. Luke stood with Han, the two bickering and sharing a few laughs to pass time. Luke couldn’t help but check the clock, noticing you hadn’t come down yet, which was unusual. You would usually run downstairs and be there to greet everyone. “She’s always down around this time…” he mumbled. Han nudged his side roughly, signaling him to look at the stairs, Luke glanced to see you and his eyes widened. Who knew a sexy fairy would look astonishing on just one person? Luke’s mouth hung up, he was melting at the sight of you.

Luke ignored everyone around him, going to the top of the steps. “Luke…what do you think?” You spun around with joy. “I think it’s perfect….” He mumbled, his eyes never leaving the perfect image of his wife. “Well. We should go see everyone.” You spoke, but Luke grabbed your arm, stopping you. “I have another idea…and we will not be here for a while.” He shakes his head.

It was hard keeping quiet, but thankfully Luke made sure the pillow was enough for you to bite into. Because his grip on your hips and wings didn’t stop him that night. If anything, no one got a glimpse of the married couple until a few hours later.

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lacontroller1991 · 1 year

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Boxes of Dye and Boxes of Tea (Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader)

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Warnings: Obi-Wan being jealous, Obi-Wan being insecure (but not for long), one sexual comment (18+ please), slight age gap (reader is of legal age)

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's Note: I switch between POVs a lot in this, each POV switch is noted by a series of dashes. Anywho, enjoy!

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One of the defining rules of the Jedi Code is to be humble. Humble about your life, your wardrobe, your attitude and your appearance. It is also one of the defining rules of the Jedi Code to not form romantic attachments to anyone, let alone someone in the order and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi? He broke both. It’s not like he could control who he loves, after all, underneath the worn armor, robes, and tunics, he is human. And with being human comes human emotions like lust, love, jealousy, insecurities.

Despite being trained in the ways of suppressing his emotions so as to not let them cloud his judgment, nothing could have trained him for the day that he sees you; his secret, younger, lover with a male about half his age. Normally, it doesn’t bother Obi-Wan who you talk to because he’s not normally a jealous guy, but after one snide comment from Anakin about the gray in his hair, it has Obi-Wan questioning everything, and seeing you talking with someone half his age? Well, Obi-Wan can’t help but to feel jealous and insecure.

Turning on his heel rapidly, Obi-Wan narrowly dodges your line of sight and rushes down the numerous halls towards his chambers as doubt clouds his mind. Would you leave him for that guy? Is he too old for you? Do you need someone more youthful to keep up with you? The questions storm in his mind as he looks over his appearance. He’s still in great shape, but he does note that he looks more exhausted than normal and his hair is starting to show his years of… wisdom. Sighing in annoyance, Obi-Wan frowns at his appearance. Just how can you find him attractive? Picking up a book, he tries to focus on the words but to no avail.

With a pep in your step, you all but skip towards Obi-Wan’s quarters, a present in your hand. After meeting up with your friend who grows tea leaves, you finally collected a large enough tea collection that will hopefully last Obi-Wan’s next upcoming mission.

Knocking on the door, you quickly hide the present under your robe and put a smile on your face as the door slides open, revealing a somber Obi-Wan with wet hair, causing your smile to turn into a frown of concern. “Obi? What’s wrong?”

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Hearing the knock of his door, Obi-Wan cringes slightly knowing that it’s you on the other side. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see you, it’s more of the fact that he doesn’t want to be seen by you, but still, he heads toward the door and opens it, revealing you standing there with a smile on your face that quickly turns into a frown. “Obi? What’s wrong?” Sighing, he backs away from the door as you hesitantly walk into his room, closing the door behind you, not really sure how to handle the man in front of you. “Did the Council say something? Are you going on a mission sooner than we thought?”

“No, little one. It’s nothing. I’ve just been a bit lost in my head today, that’s all.” Seeming to not buy his excuse, he watches as you sit yourself down on his bed, arms still clasped together in your robe.

“You can’t fool me, Obi. What’s really going on?” Normally, your forthrightness is admirable, but now, he’s seriously disliking it.

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“I’ve just been feeling a little…. insecure, I guess.” You quirk up an eyebrow as you look around his room, trying to find something, anything that will give you a clue and then you spot it just lightly poking out of the trashcan in his refresher. It’s hardly noticeable, but you’re a female, you know what a box of hair dye looks like. Looking back over your lover, you notice that only two spots are freshly dyed, given with how unblended they are. The spots right above his ears. The spots where gray streaks begin. It suddenly clicks in your mind.

Without revealing the present, you remove your cloak from your body and move to stand in front of him. “Why are you dying your hair?”

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Obi-Wan lets out a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood, but you remain still, trying to comprehend. Letting out a sigh, Obi-Wan’s hands reach up for your hips and drag you into him while your hands move to his scalp, lightly running careful fingertips through his damp locks as he loses himself in the feeling. “Anakin pointed out that my hair is getting more gray and that I’m looking older and I guess I just wanted to remain youthful for you.” He’s embarrassed to admit it in fear that you’ll laugh at him, but instead, he feels a feather soft kiss against the crown of his damp head.

“Oh Obi-Wan, my handsome, handsome man, please don’t change your looks for me. I don’t care what you look like. I love you for you. I love your humor, your wisdom, your sarcasm, your penchant for tea, the way you call me ‘darling’ or ‘my love’, and the way you hold me in your arms at night. I love you as a lover and I admire you as a Jedi. Besides, obviously you’re going to age slightly. You’re fighting in a war and not to mention, I’m sure training Anakin definitely wasn’t stress free, so I really wouldn’t worry about a couple of pieces of hair.” Obi-Wan smiles softly at your words as you continue to roam your hands throughout his hair, lighting scratching his scalp.

“You’re right darling. I guess it came over me because I saw you with that one guy in the hall, who happens to be your age.”

“Who, Sid? He was only giving me something that I asked for,” Obi-Wan watches as you move your robe to the side and reveal a wrapped box. Turning around, you hand the box to Obi-Wan as you take a seat next to him. “Go ahead and open it.”

“Darling, you shouldn’t have.” Obi-Wan has told you numerous times to not get him any sort of gifts, but you, ever being thoughtful, never listens. Tearing the paper off, he looks down at the box before removing the lid and spotting a variety of tea bags, and a lot of them. “Tea?”

“Yeah, I spent some time collecting a variety and Sid had the last ones I was looking for. I figured that I could make you something before your next mission and hopefully it’ll last.”

“This is so kind of you.” He sets the box to the side and brings you in for a hug, feeling foolish about overreacting to something that he didn’t know.

“Anything for you, my love. And you wanna know something?” He pulls away and makes eye contact with you, a mischievous grin gracing your lips.

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re going to say something inappropriate?”

“Because you know me so well,” you lean forward, your hands sliding up his thighs ever so slightly. “I really, really love your hair the way it is. I especially love tugging onto it while we make sweet sweet love.” And if Obi-Wan wasn’t flustered before, he definitely is now.

=fin=

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ghostofskywalker · 4 months

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I saw your winter ficlet thing!!

Could I perhaps request Obi-Wan Kenobi x fem!reader, with the prompt "I need you to kiss me. Right now. Please."?

Happy holidays, and I can't wait to see whatever you write!!

happy holidays to you too! i hope you enjoy this :)

words: 875

summary: a fancy gala + a fake date mission = unbearable romantic tension between you and obi-wan.

This Torturous Tension

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The band hadn’t once stopped playing, but to you all their music had faded away throughout the time you spent in this room. All your focus was kept on making the right steps, because you would never be able to forgive yourself if you stepped on the feet of your best friend while dancing.

Obi-Wan wouldn’t really care if you missed a step, and deep down you knew that, but you would still not want to be anything less than perfect. It certainly didn’t help that he was dressed in the fanciest robes you’ve ever seen, and the dress you wore was much heavier than your usual lightweight Jedi robes, which sometimes limited your range of motion.

So many things had already happened on this night, and you honestly weren’t sure how you had managed to survive them. You had been told just mere hours ago that you were going on this assignment with Obi-Wan, and that you would posing as lovers in order to get intel about a potential Separatist faction forming in the very heart of Coruscant. It certainly didn’t help that the outfits provided for both of you were some of the finest and fanciest things you’ve ever seen, and that Obi-Wan Kenobi had the unique ability of making you forget all your thoughts when you looked at him.

And the worst part of it all was the fact that he seemed wholly unaware of the effect he was having on you.

“We haven’t gotten a chance to talk in a while,” he said softly, right before twirling you across the ballroom floor. You were now dancing towards the corner of the space, quiet and secluded. “This is nice.”

“It is,” you agreed softly, fighting back the urge to glance at the hand that was resting so delicately on your hip. Okay, you were lying. As nice as the idea was (and as amazing as he looked in those robes), this entire evening had been nothing but torture, and it was showing no signs of stopping.

“I hate that we haven’t gotten a chance to talk more,” Obi-Wan said.

“I know,” you said. He had that look on his face, the one that you could never say no to. You wanted to kiss him more than you’ve ever wanted anything else.

“Maybe the war will be over soon,” he said, a melancholy smile on his face.

You smiled at his hope, knowing that you shared the sentiment. “And we can go back to causing trouble like we used to do as padawans.”

“Oh I think that’s going to be Anakin’s job from now on,” he responded. “He has informed me that I’m too boring and that I might as well have settled down.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Didn’t you just blow up a droid factory a couple rotations ago?”

“Yes, well-”

“Without a lightsaber or any kind of backup?”

Obi-Wan looked sheepish, another absolutely adorable expression you never wanted to forget. “I suppose in comparison to my former padawan, I must seem like one of the elders.”

You laughed at the idea as memories of adventures and chaos came back to you, all of which had featured Obi-Wan at your side. That was simply another wound you had to bear right now, because you’ve loved him for as long as you could remember, but the reality of the Jedi Code had been ever-looming above you. And as time went on, you wanted more and more to ignore it, even if it was for a few fleeting moments.

In between moments of comfortable silence, you could feel the tension growing. It had been on a steady incline since you set foot in this gala, but this was unbearable. His face was closer to yours than it had ever been, and you could feel your heart skip beats every time he smiled.

Maybe it was the energy in the air, maybe it was the Correlian wine you had drank two glasses of, or maybe it was fact that you finally had the opportunity to do one of the things you’ve always wanted to do, but in that very moment, you decided to take a risk. "I need you to kiss me.”

He looked at you with surprise in his eyes, but you didn’t want to worry about the potential ramifications until tomorrow morning. “Right now,” you breathed. “Please?”

Now you’ve dreamt of moments like these before (quite possibly more often than you’d like to admit), but there was truly no way to describe the feeling in your body when he actually obliged your request.

And when he pulled away, you couldn’t help the way a breathless sigh escaped your lips. “I was wondering if I was going to regret asking,” you whispered, searching his face for some kind of reassurance.

“And?” he asked, one eyebrow moving upwards. “Do you?

The response came tumbling out of your mouth almost instantly. “I don’t think I’ve ever regretted anything I’ve done, as long as it was with you.”

As you leaned in to kiss him again, you could feel his other hand find your waist and hold you closer. And when your lips met for the second time, it was somehow even more perfect than the first.

- the end -

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vibrantbirdy · 11 months

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Hiii. Firstly, I just want to say how much I LOVE your work. I think you’re fantastic!

I was hoping to request an Obi-Wan Kenobi x Senator or Princess female reader (always a sucker for this). Maybe Clone wars or pre- ending of Revenge of the Sith. Peppered with Obi-Wan denying his feelings for the sake of the Jedi code, and then confessing true emotions in the Kenobi series era. (gotta love angst with some feels after a whole lot of yearning).

Thank you so much 💙

Thank you so much for your kind words and this wonderful request. I was so excited to write for Obi-Wan as it's been years since I have, and it's really cool to write for him in the wake of the Kenobi series. So thank you for this lovely prompt and I hope this is the sort of thing you were looking for.

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Title: Relics Fandom: Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga Setting: Pre the Phantom Menace to post the Kenobi Series. Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Minor Angst Warnings: mild/moderate sexuality; mild references to Reader family losses due to old age; mild references to the Empire being baddies and doing baddie things Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Princess Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: c.5k Author's Note: It's late and I need to proofread this properly, sorry for any mistakes in the mean time!

Summary: You and Obi-Wan Kenobi have a connection that spans decades as your lives intersect throughout the years. Will you find each other again in the most unlikely of places?

Now

Inevitably, the Empire discovered that you have been siphoning off funds to various Rebel factions across the Galaxy for years. As Queen of Vitis, you planned to stay on your home world and face the consequences of defying the Imperial tyrants with your people.

But your Bodyguard, loyal to a fault, had other ideas. The night before an Imperial delegation was set to arrive, your Captain of the Guard, Old Paltrum, hired a bounty hunter to abduct you from your chambers in the middle of the night and drop you off somewhere "safe." This apparently meant any random, obscure world in the Outer Rim of the mercenary's choosing.

Seemingly, the desert planet of Tatooine was the farthest flung rock in the Galaxy that the brute could think of.

At night, you dream of home. Of Vitis. A beautiful planet, full of lush forests and green meadows where wildflowers gleam through the grass like little jewels.

Too often, these dreams turn to nightmares and you watch, helpless, as the rivers run red with the blood of your people and the Imperial flag flies like Death's victory banner above the royal citadel.

You fear you'll forever be known as the Vitisian Queen who abandoned her subjects in their most desperate hour of need.

Tatooine is not like home. The heat during the day is a constant, inescapable blanket of oppression. No matter what you do, the sand works its way into your eyes, between your teeth, into your clothes and tracks its way all the way through the small one room home you managed to purchase with the few credits Paltrum obviously appropriated for you from the palace treasury. And you are always so thirsty, no matter how much water you consume.

Still, you have been on the desert planet for almost three months now, and despite your belligerent determination not to, you are beginning to settle and acclimatise. Slowly.

You like Tatooine best in the evening, just as dusk falls. It's cooler and there is a rare, strange beauty to be found as the twin suns set in the sky which turns from blood red to pink to purple and finally to a deep, midnight blue.

You make your living selling the clothing you make at the stall you have acquired in the market in Mos Eisley. It is mid-afternoon when you catch sight of a man you know walking across the far side of the square. You jump up from your stool, knocking it over in your haste and sending your weaving unravelling to the floor.

Ducking and weaving and apologising to the people you bump into, you track the man making his way across the market through the obstructions of clothing and clutter and trinkets hanging from the stalls of your neighbours' and your own.

Your heart leaps. It is him. Obi-Wan Kenobi.

What is he doing here? Of all places.

You want to run to him, to call out his name but something stops you.

He looks older. Of course he does, it's been over a decade since you last saw him. But that's not it.

The Obi-Wan you remember carried himself with a charismatic air of confidence which, on other men, could easily have been perceived as arrogance. But Kenobi was always able to temper this with his good humour and dignified manner.

Now, he looks downtrodden, smaller, as if he's been on Tatooine so long that the years have started to grind him into the sand. His once well kempt hair and beard are scruffy and his dirty, torn clothes are little more than rags.

You are suddenly struck by the idea that he might not want you to see him like this. Then, you think about what happened to the Jedi Order and the rumoured purge said to have been commanded by the Emperor himself.

Obi-Wan must be in exile or in hiding. Just like you.

With this revelation, you are paralysed by indecision. By the time you come to the realisation that you can't let this chance to reunite with him slip away, he is already gone.

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30 years ago

The Republic have sent a diplomatic envoy to Vitis to discuss with leading politicians from the surrounding worlds the increasing Separatist pressure on the system's trade routes. The delegation of two Jedi, Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his young apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi, arrive at the Vitisian royal citadel early in the morning.

Although you really think you should be sitting at the table with the other delegates, you've reluctantly agreed with the wishes of your parents, the King and Queen, to show Obi-Wan the palace grounds and some of the countryside beyond.

He's a young man about your age, probably eighteen or nineteen. Upon first introduction, you get the distinct impression that he feels like he should be present at the discussions too. But, following a brief period of stilted conversation as you lead him through the palace and out into the lush gardens, it quickly becomes apparent that you and Obi-Wan just click. Any interest in trade or commerce is soon forgotten by both of you.

When he speaks, his pronunciation is clipped and proper, but his voice is full of a charming vitality. He has a graceful, purposeful physicality and moves his body with a self-assuredness many young men his age don't seem to possess quite yet. And he's handsome. He has an open, honest face with well-proportioned features, adored with two impossibly bright blue eyes. He has sandy coloured hair which, apart from a small pony tail at the back of his head and a long, thin braid that runs down behind his ear and to his chest, is cropped short.

As you walk through Vitis's lush, green surroundings together, the conversations flows easily. You notice that he has a perpetual, good-natured smirk on his face, as if he constantly has an amusing quip on the tip of his tongue. Sometimes he speaks these out loud and his blue eyes twinkle with mischief.

His little barbs are never unkind. In fact, you find it refreshing, the way he makes you think on your feet in an effort to fire out your own witty retorts.

One time, you're too slow to think of anything clever to say, so all you can think to do is to pull, gently, at the strange braid affixed to the side of his head.

"What's this?"

What's what?" He asks with mock ignorance, and you shove him playfully.

"It's my Padawan braid," he explains, "It signifies that I'm not yet a Jedi. Once I've completed the trials, I'll cut it off as part of the ceremony when I become a Knight."

"Oh," you say, faltering.

It all sounds rather meaningful and symbolic.

"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have..."

He smiles reassuringly.

"It's ok, I have a bad habit of tugging at it myself when I'm nervous."

Hours have passed and you've wandered all the way through the grounds as far as the great lake before either of you notice the time. You take the short cut back through the woods and past the gargantuan Whispering Tree, which stands sentinel like a great, leafy guardian on the border of the royal forest.

Obi-Wan stops to admire the tree, his eyes following its massive trunk and he cranes his neck in a futile attempt to try and get a glimpse of the top as it disappears into the canopy. The tree is putting on a magnificent show today. Its peculiar white leaves are dazzling in the sunlight and the pale silver bark shines like precious metal.

"What is it?" he asks, his voice filled with awe, "I've never seen a tree like it."

"It's called the Whispering Tree because of the noise it makes in the wind. It sounds like someone speaking. It's the only one left of its kind - a white Vitisian Birch. Traditionally, first born royal daughters are charged with its care," you run a hand against the smooth bark fondly," and that happens to be me."

Obi-Wan smiles almost absent-mindedly as he presses his palm against the tree and closes his eyes.

"Are you talking to it? Using the Force?" You ask, excitedly, "What's it saying?"

"That's not how it works," he chuckles, but he stops immediately as he sees your cheeks redden and realises that you're embarrassed.

"Uh, but if it could talk," he continues, earnestly, "It would say that it feels very lucky to have someone like you to care for it."

You beam widely at him and, unable to stop yourself, you lean in and plant an impulsive kiss on his lips. At first, he stiffens, his eyes wide in surprise, but then he seems to melt into you and you feel a thrill of excitement course through you as his lips start to move against yours.

"Obi-Wan!" A stern voice makes you both jump and you leap away from each other as if you've been electrocuted.

The tall figure of Obi-Wan's mentor is striding towards where you are standing at the tree line, his Jedi robes and long silver hair billowing in the breeze together making him seem even bigger and more imposing.

"Master Qui-Gon..."

"You were supposed to escort the Princess to dinner an hour ago!"

"I know, Master, I'm sorry..."

Obi-Wan starts to explain, but Qui-Gon Jinn cuts him off abruptly.

"I don't want to hear it."

Side by side, you and Obi-Wan traipse silently back to the palace behind Master Jinn. You find yourself having to scurry to keep up with his long strides, but Obi-Wan appears to be used to it.

He looks rather crestfallen following Qui-Gon's admonishment, and you reach out to touch the back of his hand lightly with your own. At first, he doesn't look at you, instead just allowing the corners of his mouth to lift slightly as he runs his knuckles back and forth against your own.

Then, you exchange a sheepish, secret smile, behind Master Jinn's back, before breaking the touch and you both return your gaze to the ground with suitably chastised expressions.

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It becomes apparent over dinner that Master Jinn, mercifully, has not informed your parents of your little indiscretion with Obi-Wan. You don't know what story he has concocted to explain your tardiness, but you are grateful for it.

Over the course of the evening, as you observe him, you realise that Qui-Gon Jinn is a kind man. Although he appears slightly terse with Obi-Wan to begin with, his manner softens as time goes on and to you, the relationship between the two Jedi seems almost akin to that of father and son.

Although you still feel a guilty, watching the two Jedi helps soothe your worries that Obi-Wan might face some severe reprimand on account of your actions.

Soon, it is time to see the guests off and the Jedi delegation is last to leave. You take advantage of the long conversation Master Jinn and your father apparently couldn't possibly have finished over dinner to say goodbye to Obi-Wan.

"I'm sorry, did you get in trouble?" You say quickly and quietly into his ear as you give him a formal, chaste kiss farewell on the cheek. "Yes, but it was worth it," he whispers back and a wide, boyish grin spreads across his face as he pulls away.

You can't do anything other than return it, and you look at each other for just a moment longer before he gives you a courteous nod of his head.

"Goodbye, Princess."

"Goodbye, Obi-Wan."

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Now

You next see Obi-Wan a few weeks after your first glimpse of him at the market.

You almost approach him this time, but again, something holds you back.

He is heading towards Mos Eisley's space port and he has a more purposeful stride to his walk than when you last saw him.

Yet it's still not the walk of the composed, dignified man you once knew. In fact, his sense of urgency seems alarmingly close to panic.

Presumably, he is going off-world for some reason. He's not carrying much with him.

You hope he'll be back.

******************************************************** 12 years ago You are arriving on Coruscant, the sprawling city covered planet at the heart of the Galaxy, the seat of the Republic's power. Your father has sent you to make a representation to the Senate to officially declare an end to Vitis's neutrality.

It's not what you or your people want. But the Separatists have been pushing in on Vitisian interests on all sides in the past several months, disrupting trade routes, placing droid garrisons on nearby worlds, even muscling in on mineral mining operations on several moons within the Vitisian system. There is now really is very little choice. Vitis needs the protection of the Republic.

As you step off your ship, Obi-Wan Kenobi, now a Jedi Master, strides across the landing platform to greet you. You are so high up it gives the impression that the Coruscant sun which hangs large and low and golden in the sky behind you is about to swallow you whole. There is a strong breeze, which catches your hair and sends the flowing train of your green travelling dress snaking into the air like an emerald river.

Obi-Wan has grown into a fine looking man, tall and broad shouldered. He is clothed in traditional Jedi attire, a long brown robe draped elegantly over a cream tunic, fawn pants, and knee length, brown leather boots. His sandy hair is neatly cropped at the back and sides, with more length on the top and he had grown a distinguished golden beard since you last saw him.

"Princess," he says with a warm smile, those piercing blue eyes of his just as full of life as you remember.

"Master Kenobi," you respond, beaming, as he stoops to kiss you on both cheeks.

You'd been concerned that, in the almost two decades since you last saw him, his long years at war in service to the Jedi might have dulled that bright spark you so admired in the young man you once knew.

But you needn't have worried. As he escorts you to your chambers within the accommodation wing of the grand Senate building, you find yourself falling back into easy, cheerful conversation with him, as if no time has passed at all.

Obi-Wan's youthful spirit is still present but it has evolved into a sort of refined, contained exuberance that sits elegantly on him. He is as quick to laughter as ever and the eloquent wit he possessed even as a boy is just as sharp.

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You are sitting in the lavish parlour of the rooms you've been assigned. It is a fine suite, decorated in bright colours with a beautiful view out across Coruscant's endless cityscape. The arching floor to ceiling windows let in as much natural light at the metropolis' towering spires will allow.

Suddenly, you wonder what it would feel like to kiss Obi-Wan again, now that he has that dashing beard.

"Princess?"

Obi-Wan is standing at the sideboard, holding a steaming teapot and a glass mug out towards you. From the amused, questioning look on his face, you get the distinct impression that he has proffered the beverage more than once.

"I apologise, Master Jedi, I was parsecs away, yes please."

"Oh really?" he asks, conversationally as he drops into the lounge chair opposite you, and hands you the glass vessel across the low, marble table, "Where were you?"

"Well, I was actually thinking about when we first met, do you remember?"

It's not quite a lie.

"How could I forget?" He laughs, "Master Qui-Gon was furious with me."

A shadow of uncharacteristic sadness suddenly passes over his face.

Remembering the rumours you have heard of the violence of Qui-Gon Jinn's death at the hands of a mysterious, fearsome warrior, you put down your tea and reach across the table to take Obi-Wan's hands in yours.

"I was so very sorry to hear about Master Jinn, Obi-Wan," you say kindly.

"Thank you, it was a long time ago now."

He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He squeezes your hands gently before he stands up.

"I'll let you get settled."

Obi-Wan makes for the door and as he reaches for the handle, he turns and grins at you disarmingly.

"It really is very good to see you again, Princess."

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You had only planned to stay on Coruscant for a week. However, politics being as they are, you have ended up staying for much longer.

One day, during a gap in the Senate proceedings, Obi-Wan takes you to visit the magnificent Jedi Temple. He wants to show you the terraced garden, knowing that you are missing the greenery of Vitis.

It is a paradise. You can't believe that at the centre of this endless cityscape is this bubble of serenity. The variety of plants that are grown here, the vibrancy of the colours, the wonderful aroma of a hundred different blossoms all intermingled - it makes you giddy.

You and Obi-Wan stay in the gardens for hours strolling and conversing and sitting together, then strolling some more.

"Strange how so many years have gone by yet I feel as if no time at all has passed between us," you say plainly as soon as the thought pops into your head.

You don't mean it to sound quite so romantic, but then you realise you really don't mind if that's how Obi-Wan choses to interpret it.

"I feel the same," he agrees and you are surprised to see a hint of bashfulness in the smile he offers.

You allow the back of your hand to graze against his. He turns his head and raises his eyebrows at you, an amused smirk of recognition on his face. He runs his knuckles along yours as he once did so many years ago.

Unlike then, Obi-Wan allows his hand to stay resting against yours this time and you walk like that, not quite hand in hand, through the vast gardens of the Temple long after the sun starts to set and the descent of the cool, evening air releases the sweet, heady scent of Coruscanti night blossoms all around you.

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The month you have spent on Coruscant has been stressful, busy, and filled with difficult negotiations and decisions which weigh heavily upon on you. Your father is in ailing health, ever since the death of your mother, and you know that soon you will be Queen. It is not a thought you relish, but now, at least, you know that when you take the oath to serve your people for the rest of your life as sovereign, you will be able to do so knowing you can hold your own on their behalf in the Rancor's den of the Republic Senate.

Yet, aside from all the worry, this has also been one of the happiest times of your life. When you are not working, and when he is not galivanting off-world on some Jedi business or another, you have spent every moment you can spare with Obi-Wan.

When the time finally comes to leave Coruscant, Obi-Wan volunteers to escort you back to Vitis. You'd sent Paltrum home weeks ago, poor old sod. City air has never agreed with him and you just knew his wife, Ina, would be worried sick about him.

As you finally land back on your home world, it is amid thunder and lightning. It is perhaps the most violent storm you've seen on Vitis in a decade.

You almost can't believe it when you and Obi-Wan step off the ship and see Old Paltrum soaked through, standing sentry at the palace doors.

"Paltrum, get inside, for the love of the Maker!" You scold the ancient Captain as you approach.

Obi-Wan is holding his cloak over your head in a valiant effort to keep you dry, but it is making not one bit of difference and you can feel the water seeping through your travelling clothes and into your bones.

"It's always been my job to watch for you, your Highness, I'm not about to stop now," Paltrum responds indignantly and you feel a pang of guilt for your rather patronising tone.

"I know, thank you, Captain," and you have to shout over the roar of the wind and the lashing rain, "It's late. I'll see my father in the morning, don't disturb him."

"As you wish, my lady," Paltrum says with a gracious nod, and you stifle a laugh as a deluge of water floods off the peak of his cap with the motion.

The Captain turns to Obi-Wan as he opens the huge, ornate doors to let you through.

"Master Kenobi, there are guest quarters ready for you in the east wing."

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Obi-Wan does not go to the east wing. Instead, you lead him towards your own chambers. Someone, thankfully, has lit a fire in your sitting room and you both sit cross-legged on the rug on the floor as close as is possible next to the roaring flames.

You've each taken off your sodden outerwear. If possible, Obi-Wan looks even more dashing wet through, his light undershirt clinging to his muscled torso underneath.

Neither of you have spoken since you sat down and as you both watch the flames from the fire reflect in the other's eyes, a tension-filled silence fills the room and sets your heart racing until you think it might burst.

When you can bear it no longer and you see no point in prolonging further pretence, you grab Obi-Wan by the front of his shirt and pull him into a kiss. It is not like your first, so many years ago. This is a deep and passionate embrace, full of desire. He responds immediately to your touch this time, his lips crashing almost roughly against yours.

The Jedi's hands are round your waist, at the nape of your neck, the small of your back, tangled up in your hair, seemingly all at once. You start to unbutton the fastenings on his shirt, tearing at them with one hand, while the other travels urgently down his chest towards his abdomen.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan leaps to his feet and turns his back to you, his broad shoulders rising and falling rapidly. As you've seen him do so often in recent weeks, he brings a hand to his face and rubs his beard. You think this new habit has probably replaced the old one of tugging on his Padawan braid.

"Have I upset you?" you ask quietly, the sting of confusion and rejection, worrying its way under your skin.

"No, Princess," his voice is an earnest whisper as he sits back down in front of you, grasping your hands in his, "Never."

"I still dream of that kiss we shared all those years ago," he admits suddenly, his voice low and full of longing.

Obi-Wan cups your face gently in his hands and looks at you, brows furrowed with emotion, his gaze penetrating right through your soul and setting it aflame.

"Now, seeing you again after all these years, I dream of what it would be like to hold you, to share your life, to....share your bed. These past weeks, I have yearned for you, you must know that."

Your foreheads are touching now, your nose presses into his face, and your fingers are suddenly entwined in his wet, golden hair. You can feel his heart raging against his chest as if it is fighting to escape, just as your own is.

"Obi-Wan..." you say, open-mouthed against his cheek, breathless with need for him.

He closes his eyes and brushes his lips against yours, but he doesn't quite allow himself to kiss you. Instead, after a moment of breathing each other in and out, he pulls away gently.

"But that's all they are," his voice has returned to it's usual refined timbre, "I'm sorry, but they are just dreams. It's all I can allow them to be."

His words are like a thousand tiny knives to your heart and you can't help feeling how cruel it was of him to give you hope and then tear it away like that. You stand up sharply and walk to the window, gazing out onto the storm raging across Vitis, a mere spring shower compared to the tumult now roiling within you.

"You must understand, I have pledged my life to the Jedi Order..."

"You were a child when you made that pledge..." you scoff and you despise the bitterness in your own voice.

He walks across the room to join you and puts his hand on your shoulder.

"All the same. It is made. And now we are at war. I have obligations, I have responsibilities to the Order and to the Republic"

You turn to him and place your hands on his broad chest. His heartbeat has slowed and you know you are losing him. It's like he's flicked some internal switch and raised a barrier between you.

"Then let us have each other, just this once," you whisper urgently, emboldened by desire and the fear that this chance to love him as you've always wanted is slipping away forever.

Obi-Wan touches your face and smiles sadly.

"If we did, I would never be able to leave you again, not for a single moment. I would be your prisoner forever."

"Then stay," you plead through tears, even though you already know his answer, "Stay with me."

"I can't."

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Now

Obi-Wan Kenobi is sitting on a wall in Mos Eisley's market place. You are pleased to see that he looks much more like his old self. His head is held high and there is a look of calm on his handsome face. The clothes he is wearing are much neater than before, almost reminiscent of his old Jedi robes, and he has tidied up his hair and beard.

You walk towards him, but he doesn't notice you. You don't say his name. Instead, you quietly sit down next to him and let the back of your hand rest against his. You feel the strong tendons there tense.

He doesn't look at you. His head drops, and his eyes close as if he couldn't stand for it not to be you. Lightly, he moves his hand so that his knuckles rub gently against yours.

"Hello old friend," you say.

"Princess."

The use of your old title sounds natural and right on his tongue and you hope he never stops using it.

Obi-Wan finally looks up at you and his eyes, still dazzling shards of icy blue, gleam with tears. You reach out and touch his face, his stubble pleasantly rough under your hand. You take in the lines around his eyes, deeper now, and the distinguished flecks of silver in his beard and hair. The sight of him is more beautiful, more familiar to you than you can bear.

"You still look the same," you say, your voice shaking slightly.

He smiles and turns his face to gently kiss the heel of your palm that is resting against his cheek.

"And you are more radiant than ever."

He helps you take down your market stall early for the day and you take him into your home where you speak for hours in hushed tones and tell each other everything of your lives in the years since you were last together.

Then, as the twin suns of Tatooine set behind your little domed house in the sand, you lead him to your bed.

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You are curled up on your side against Obi-Wan's solid, warm chest. For the first time in years you feel safe, entwined in his strong arms, listening to the steady, sonorous rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I have always loved you," he whispers tenderly in your ear, tucking away a stray lock of hair back from your cheek.

"And I you," you say and you mean it.

Still, you can't help but smile sadly as you think of the last time you saw him that fateful night of the storm of Vitis before everything fell apart.

"But of course, you already knew that," you add.

"I am sorry, truly."

"Obi-Wan..." you start to interrupt, worried that your words sounded resentful.

"For all the wasted years," he continues.

He needs to say this, you realise. So you let him.

"If I'd known how the Republic would fall, how the Jedi Order would fail, how the Empire... Well, I never would have denied us this."

He brings his lips to your shoulder and traces a trail of kisses down your arm. His beard tickles.

"No one could have known, Obi-Wan. You did what you thought was right at the time. We all did. And now here we are together again. We made it back to each other. Two old relics of a past age."

"Oh come now, we're not that old," he quips, and you are happy to hear that his tone has lightened again.

You grin mischievously and wriggle out of his arms to push him down onto his back and roll on top of him.

"Prove it," you whisper, as you come to rest on his abdomen and lean down to kiss him on the nose.

His eyes widen in surprise and then in boyish delight as he grasps you firmly by your hips. "Again?!" he laughs and he throws his head back in mirth at his own joke, his eyes squeezing shut so that they crinkle beautifully at the corners.

It is a joyful, youthful, transcendental sound and suddenly, you are back under the Whispering Tree in the green meadows of Vitis with a young Jedi, an unwritten future together stretching out endlessly in front of you.

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firstofficerwiggles · 4 months

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Merry Sithmas!

Pairing: Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi x female reader

Rating: M/E, 18+ only

Word Count: ~3600

Warnings: SMUT! Pouty/slightly angsty Sith Obi Wan, oral (f receiving), P in V sex

Author’s note: This is a Christmas gift to my dear friend and fellow Sith Obi-Wan devotee @mysticalgalaxysalad Our beloved Lord Kenobi is a bit softer in this, chalk it up to the holiday spirit, but rest assured he is still a naughty Sith. I hope you enjoy and I hope you all have a great holiday season!

Another miserable Life Day season, Lord Kenobi thinks to himself as he nurses his hangover with the cup of hot tea you’ve just brought him. There have been far too many parties, galas, and to-dos that he has been obliged to attend all in the spirit of the holiday season. Usually, he enjoys parties, he enjoys drinking, flirting, and finding some lucky person to warm his bed for the night. But Life Day makes him feel lonely. It reminds him of what he doesn’t have, no one who truly loves him, no family that looks up to him with pride, and therefore no real reason for celebrating a day of happiness and joy.

He sips his tea, it’s perfect with just the right amount of sugar and milk. You are so sweet to him, the perfect assistant. He doesn’t deserve you. You should run from him, especially if you knew the depraved thoughts he has about you. He’s never acted on them, but he has indulged in thinking about you, imagining how he’d like to strip off your uniform and sink between your soft thighs, maybe bend you over his desk, or pull you into his lap right here in his office. He shifts in his seat, his pants are starting to feel tight, and he can’t have that right now. It’s the last day before everyone leaves for the holiday and there is work to be done. Yes, enjoy the last day of work before you’re alone for two whole weeks. He sighs. No pretty assistant to bring me tea with a smile.

You sit out at your desk worrying about your boss. Lord Kenobi definitely seemed to be in a poor mood this morning. You’ve done what you can by running off people who can absolutely wait to bother him in the new year and making him his tea just as he likes it. There’s really no reason to fuss over him, he probably doesn’t even notice how much you tend to do that anyway. It’s been almost a year working for him and in all that time your crush on him has only grown. It’s silly; you know you’re not supposed to fraternize with your superiors, but he’s so handsome and charming. He treats you with such respect and kindness. How could you not be a little enamored of him?

You look back at his office and decide he needs a scone too. You quietly bring him one with a soft smile. He looks up at you with grateful eyes,

“You always seem to know exactly what I need,” he comments, “It’s as if you’re the Force sensitive one.”

You laugh lightly, “I just know what you like.”

He gives you that little half-smile of his, “I have a feeling you do,” he murmurs softly.

You smile at him once more, biting your tongue before saying something flirtatious and entirely inappropriate. You turn and scurry back to your desk.

The day passes rather quickly after that, you both have plenty of work to do, getting all the final tasks completed for the year. As you’re getting ready to go, you head back into Lord Kenobi’s office. You stand there in front of him with a box wrapped in shiny red paper and a golden bow.

“Happy Life Day, sir!” you announce, holding out the gift to him.

“You bought me a gift?” he asks, he’s surprised you would think to do that.

“Well, you bought me one,” you remind him. He had given all of his subordinates gift cards during the office holiday party. You knew because you had arranged for all of them.

“I don’t know if that counts since I made you get it for yourself,” he says, sheepishly. He really should have bought you something himself.

“Sure it counts, I didn’t use my money,” you tell him with a smirk, “Please, open your gift.”

He takes the box from your hand; his fingers brush yours for just a moment, sending sparks up your arm. He almost seems to linger at your touch and then he gently places the box on his desk. He carefully unwraps it and lifts the lid to reveal a pair of soft leather gloves with a cashmere lining.

“These are lovely,” he exclaims, pulling them on. They fit perfectly because of course you know exactly what size to buy him.

“You’ve mentioned several times how you hate the cold,” you say with a smile, “I thought maybe you could do with some nice gloves.”

“That was very thoughtful, thank you very much,” he replies. He is very touched by your kind gift. It fills him with a sense of warmth that you took the time to get him a present that you knew he would appreciate. Then he feels guilty again, he should have done this for you.

“Wear them in good health, sir,” you tell him, beaming at him. You’re thrilled he seems to like your gift.

“What are you doing for the holidays, my dear?” he asks, curious about your private life. He’d be foolish not to expect that you have some man desperate for your attention, waiting for you to be with him.

“Oh nothing very exciting, I’m just going to enjoy my time at home, maybe see some friends. My big plans for tonight are take-out and a cheesy holiday holofilm,” you explain with a bit of a shrug.

“Sounds cozy,” he remarks, and because he can’t help himself, “No boyfriend coming round to see you?”

Your face flames at his question and you stammer an answer, “N-no, no boyfriend.”

“Hmm,” is all he says in response.

You stand there awkwardly, not sure what else to say to him, until finally you figure you should get out of his hair, “Well, sir, if that’s all, I’ll be going now, I hope you have a good night and a wonderful holiday!”

“Oh, well, yes, good night, and have a lovely holiday,” Obi-Wan says. He desperately wants you to stay or to invite you out with him, but he knows that he shouldn’t.

You give him a little wave and then leave. His office seems colder as soon as you leave. Obi-Wan sits there, staring at his new gloves and feeling sorry for himself. A buzzing on his comm finally breaks him out of his trance-like state. Merry Life Day again, sir! Thank you for a wonderful year! That’s it, he’s not letting this Life Day misery continue. He is Lord Kenobi, a powerful Sith of the Galactic Empire. He doesn’t have to put up with this type of pitiful wallowing. He is going to get what he wants, just as he always does.

The sound of your doorbell surprises you, you haven’t even ordered your take-out yet, choosing instead to take a hot bath after work. You look down at your pj’s and decide that whoever is stopping by now is going to have to see you like this. You look through your peephole and nearly have a heart attack.

“Lord Kenobi!” You exclaim, opening your door in surprise.

“Hello, my dear,” he says all smiles. His hands, neatly encased in his new gloves, are full of bags. “May I come in?”

“Of- of course, here let me help you,” you say, still so startled by his arrival. You try to reach for one of the bags but he shakes his head, and simply heads for the little table in your dining area.

You stare at him as he arranges the bags. What could he possibly be doing here?

“I hope you didn’t order dinner yet, because I took the liberty of bringing us some delicious food,” he holds up one bag emblazoned with the logo of his favorite restaurant, one you’d kill to eat at but never could afford.

“You brought dinner?” you ask, your voice sounding faint with surprise.

“Yes, I thought it would be nice to spend time together, and buying you dinner is the least I could do,” he says with a charming smile.

“What are the other bags?” you wonder, curiously.

“These are your real Life Day gifts,” Obi-Wan announces proudly, “You deserve better than just a gift card.”

Obi-Wan is very much enjoying how utterly surprised you are. Plus getting to see you here in your own cozy little home is a nice bonus. He looks over your cute pajamas with your face washed clean, and he decides you’ve never looked more beautiful to him. He pulls out a chair for you.

“Please sit, darling, I can take care of everything,” he encourages you.

He goes to your kitchen first and finds two wine glasses and a wine opener. He comes back and reveals a fancy bottle of wine from the dinner bag. He pours you both a glass, and encourages you to try it.

“It’s wonderful,” you tell him, “I- I just can’t believe you’re here right now with all of this.”

He sips his own wine and begins taking out the food containers.

“Well, after your lovely gift, I kept thinking about how wonderful you’ve been to me all year, and how I wanted to show you my true appreciation,” he explains, going with the safer reason first. Then he gives you a little smirk and a wink, “Also, I hate to eat dinner alone.”

That makes you laugh, and you feel more comfortable. You take another sip of the delicious wine and relax a bit. Obi-Wan makes you try all of the different food he bought, insisting on sharing with you. It is scrumptious and you swear you’ve never had anything better. He gets more pleasure from seeing you enjoy it so much than he does from actually eating it. After he clears away the last crumbs of a decadent dessert, he pulls out your presents.

“You even wrapped them,” you marvel. There are three nicely wrapped gifts.

“Well, I had the store wrap them,” he admits sheepishly. He pushes the first one towards you, “Go ahead, open them.”

The first one you open is a heated mug warmer for your desk.

“I notice you often have to reheat your tea because you get too busy to drink it while it’s hot,” he remarks.

The second gift is a brand new data pad, a model you didn’t even know had been released yet. He even got you a protective case in your favorite color.

“Your old one has a crack in the screen,” he comments.

The third present is in a much smaller box, but you can see he saved the best for last. Inside is a beautiful pendant with a sparkling red gemstone on a delicate chain, it’s elegant and stylish.

“Oh, Lord Kenobi, this is lovely, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” you marvel at the necklace.

“It’s a kyber crystal pendant,” he explains, “Like the type of crystal in my lightsaber.”

“It’s too much,” you say, “This must have cost a fortune.”

He chuckles at that and reaches to remove the necklace from the box.

“Let me put it on you,” he offers.

He drapes the necklace around your neck, his fingers gently brushing your skin as he fastens the clasp. He seems to linger there for a moment. You turn to face him and you’re standing so close to him. In a soft voice you ask him,

“How does it look?”

“Absolutely stunning,” he replies, but he hardly glances at the necklace, he’s too wrapped up in your gorgeous eyes.

For just a moment, he leans closer to you, his eyes flick down to look at your lips. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Your traitorous body sways toward him. It’s all the encouragement he needs, and he swoops down to capture your mouth with his. His kiss is passionate and thorough. He kisses you as if he means to conquer you and you are very happy to let him.

“Do you know how stupidly happy I was to hear that you didn’t have a boyfriend?” he asks between breathless kisses.

“You were?” you still can’t believe any of this is real.

“Now you can be all mine for the holidays,” he replies, trailing kisses down your neck until he finds that spot that makes you moan.

“Is that what you want?” The question sounds a bit silly to your ears, especially as his hand has somehow found its way inside your pajama top, but it’s almost as if you need to hear him say it.

“It’s all I ever wanted,” he says simply. He’s so sincere in that moment, his eyes soft, showing another side of him from the haughty Sith Lord you know.

You place a hand on his cheek, feeling the soft hair of his beard tickling your palm, and tell him, “It’s what I want too.”

He flashes a bright smile at you, happy but naughty too, “Well then, stop distracting me, darling and let me give you more gifts.”

His hands slip under your pajama top again, coming up to cup your tits and work your nipples into even harder little points of pleasure. He kisses you again, his tongue plundering your mouth and claiming you for his own. He only breaks the kiss to ask you where your bedroom is and then he drags you there between heated kisses to your mouth and neck. By the time you realize he’s got you on the bed, you feel dizzy with excitement. Obi-Wan works your top off, his golden eyes glowing with lust as he stares at you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, “Do you know I’ve dreamed of seeing these gorgeous breasts? Reality is even better than my imagination.”

“I had no idea you thought of me that way,” you admit, your words coming out between soft moans as he caresses your soft skin.

“That one time you were warm in the office, and you unbuttoned your blouse just enough for me to see your cleavage… mmmm,” his words dissolve in to a moan, “I came so hard thinking about you that night.”

He drops his head to kiss and suck your nipples. His tongue circles each one carefully and then licks over the hard peaks before drawing them into his hot mouth. He hears you moaning and loves the sound. You arch your back into him, pushing your tits up into his mouth and hands, and he is happy to give you more of his touch.

“I- I think about you too… like that,” you admit to him.

He looks up at you with that naughty smirk of his, “Do you? And do you touch yourself when you think of me like that?” His fingers trail down your body making a path to your waistband. When he gets there he glides his hand underneath, seeking your sensitive pussy.

“I have yes,” you confess, your cheeks are burning as his hand finds how incredibly wet you already are for him.

“And what was I doing in these thoughts of yours?” He asks as his tongue licks at your breasts again before traveling lower.

“You- you were…” you can’t seem to make the words come out.

Obi-Wan runs his fingers through your wetness, finding your clit and circling it lazily. “You know, if you tell me, I’ll do it,” he prompts you. He’s slowly moving down the bed. He reaches your hips and pushes your pajama pants and panties down and off you until he has an excellent view of your most intimate parts.

“You were eating me out,” you say in a rush, shocked by your own daring.

“Good, I like to think about that too,” he replies with a saucy wink. Then without warning he plunges his tongue deep inside you.

“Lord Kenoooobiiiiii,” you cry out for him, as he devours you like a starving man. His beard tickles your inner thighs as he licks long strokes from the bottom to the top of you. His tongue moves to lick your clit and then he sucks it hard into his mouth. You can’t seem to keep still, your hips buck up at his mouth until he uses the Force to hold you in place. Obi-Wan gets his fingers involved too, pushing two of them inside you and curling them upward. He’s rewarded with a high-pitched moan from you.

“Maker, yes, you’re so good at this, so gooood,” you praise him as he drives your pleasure higher and higher until it crests and the wave of bliss crashes over you. You shudder and mewl for him, feeling euphoric from the incredible sensations he’s given you.

“Darling, you are a real treasure, letting me enjoy you so much,” Obi-Wan tells you as he gently kisses his way back up your body.

“I think I’m the one getting most of the enjoyment,” you giggle and pull him in for a passionate kiss.

“Mmm, that’s debatable,” he murmurs before he kisses you again, ardently.

You can feel him hard against your hip and you reach down to stroke his cock. Obi-Wan moans softly for you and then rolls over on top of you, slotting himself between your legs. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his hips to have him closer. He grinds against your wetness, slicking himself up well.

“Ready for more enjoyment?” He asks with a naughty smirk.

“Yes, please,” you reply, lifting your hips a little higher to encourage him.

He thrusts inside you slowly, he wants to feel every little part of you, to enjoy this first time of making you his lover.

“Ahhh, you’re big, L-Lord Kenobi,” you breathe out. He’s stretching you so well. It has been a while for you and you appreciate that he’s not in a rush.

“Call me Obi-Wan, darling,” he tells you. His voice sounds more affectionate. There is that softness again that you weren’t expecting.

“Obi-Wan, you feel so good,” you tell him, repeating his name.

Obi-Wan smiles at you and finds your lips again. His kiss is more sensual this time, his tongue dances with yours. It feels more intimate and less demanding than his first kisses. He begins to move his hips more, pulling out of you almost all the way before gliding back in so deep. He does this for a while, nice languid strokes, letting both of you learn the other. When he feels your hands running up his arms and over his back, he moans his approval. So often his sexual encounters are a bit cold and detached, merely a means to get off as quickly as possible. But with you, there is that sweet connection that he craves. You mean more to him and he wants, no, he needs your touch.

“Yes, sweetheart, love the way you touch me, such beautiful hands,” he tells you. He looks down at you, his eyes finding yours and you gasp at the depth of emotion you can see there. Your hands smooth over his skin more, sweeping down over his shoulders and onto his chest. The delighted sounds he makes are music to your ears.

You grip his hips tighter with your legs and it encourages him to go faster. He rolls his hips as he moves, the head of his cock hitting that magical spot that makes you even wetter for him. You try to tell him how incredible he’s making you feel but all you can manage are moans and cries of his name.

He presses himself closer to you, his chest rubs against yours now and he buries his face in your neck. Your arms wrap around him tight, holding him there. He can feel that you’re getting close, he can sense it through the Force. He whispers in your ear,

“Cum for me, darling, cum hard and I’ll fill you so well.”

“Obi-Waaaan,” you wail his name and clench around him. Sparks of pleasure run through your whole body and you shiver in his arms as your climax hits you. It’s even better than before, more powerful and you swear you can feel it in every pore of your being.

Obi-Wan manages a few more hard thrusts before he can’t hold it in any longer. He pushes in as deep as he can get and floods your pussy with his cum. He moans your name and presses his body into yours. He takes your mouth again in a tender kiss as he stays inside you, not wanting to be apart just yet.

You catch your breath, your hands caressing him again, moving up to his cheeks. When he finally pulls away from kissing you, you smile at him

“Now that was a fantastic present.”

He chuckles happily in response, “Indeed it was, consider my birthday gift picked out.”

You giggle at that and he kisses you again, cuddling you to him as he gets even more comfortable in your bed.

A few days later, you’re in Obi-Wan’s posh penthouse sitting in front of his fireplace, a glass of ridiculously expensive wine in your hand. Your Sith lover is snuggled up next to you. It’s been a lovely Life Day, full of sweet surprises, laughter, and romance. Obi-Wan has made you feel like one of those girls from a holiday holofilm.

“It’s been such a wonderful holiday, I love this time of year,” you say, admiring the pretty decorations you helped him hang just days earlier.

“I never used to like this time of year,” Obi-Wan murmurs, “Before now, I didn’t have good memories of Life Day.”

“But now you do?” you ask hopefully.

“I do,” he confirms and then smiles at you so brightly, “I think that is the best gift you’ve given me.”

“I hope I can give you the same gift next year,” you tell him.

“I hope you will too,” he replies as he pulls you in for a sweet, romantic kiss.

Thank you so much for reading!! I really hope you enjoyed this fic. Happy Holidays to you all!

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 7 months

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"Have you ever loved me?" Obi-Wan Kenobi x F! Reader

Summary: Long ago you loved a Jedi, he broke your heart when you were ready to give up everything for him but he was not. Now years later, the galaxy is at war, and you might be the only one to pull him back from the edge. But can you forgive him?

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x F! Reader

Warnings: Angst, language, second-chance romance, slight ooc.

Cross Posted on AO3

The Past

“Master Yoda,” you bow your head, “I have made the decision to leave the Jedi Order.”

“A difficult decision made you have, padawan. Changed the course of your entire life you have.”

“Yes,” you nod, “but I must. I’ve broken one of the sacred vows and I would rather leave on my own accord than be tossed out once I was discovered.”

“Wise,” he nods sadly, “seeing you leave, brings a great sadness to my heart. You are a skilled Jedi Healer and a brave warrior. Tell me,” he urges, “what sacred vows did you break hmm?”

“I fell in love,” a single tear streams down your cheek, and you blink to hold back the rest.

“And did they feel the same?”

“I thought they did,” you sniff, “but I was wrong. They love another. One I will never be able to compete with.”

“But still wish to leave you do?” You nod, silently, the tears pouring down your cheeks. He sighs, “then I will let you go. What now will you do?”

“I still wish to be a healer, Master Yoda. Even if I’m not a Jedi, I can still use my gifts to heal the sick and injured.”

“A calling most noble,” he stands, grabbing his cane. “I will miss seeing your smile light up the halls of the temple. But I understand why go you must.”

“Thank you,” you bow, “Master Yoda.” You turn to leave when he says your name, giving you pause as you turn to look at the Master.

“I will not tell a soul what you have shared with me this evening. No one will ever know the reason you chose to leave the order. Not even young Master Kenobi.”

“I-I” you stutter, shocked, “I don’t know what you mean.”

He chuckles, walking past you with a grin, “old I may be, but blind I am not.”

The news of your departure spread like wildfire throughout the temple. Several other Palawan’s and friends stopping by as you packed with small tokens and a kind word. All but one.

You grab your bags, feeling a heaviness in your heart at leaving your room. So many firsts happened here; your first time living alone, first time you burnt bantha noodles, first kiss. Your eyes shutter closed and you resist the urge to cry when the door slides open.

“So it’s true,” Obi-Wan stands in the doorway, the door hissing as it slides shut behind him. “You’ve left the Jedi Order.”

“Yes,” you swallow down the tears at seeing him again. “I think it’s for the best. I can’t keep going day by day hiding how I feel.”

“Instead you’re leaving me,” his voice sounds broken, and he walks over to the window glancing out at the busy streets of Courasant. “You’re leaving everything you’ve ever worked for.”

“Yes,” you whisper, “I’m going home back to Naboo. I’m going to be a healer, treat the sick and injured.”

“Fall in love and marry someone,” he turns, his arms crossed over his chest. “Give him children, and live happily ever after.”

“I can’t stay here."

He’s silent, “I don’t want you to go,” he lowers his arm, taking a step towards you, “we don’t have to continue, we can be friends. You don’t have to leave.”

Obi-Wan grabs your hands and you see the glisten in his eyes, mirrored in your own. “Have you ever loved me?” your voice breaks when he remains silent, the one thing he’s never been able to say back. “Goodbye Obi-Wan,” you pull your hands out of his grasp, his grip tightening before you let go, grabbing your bags and leaving your life behind.

The Present

“Doc!” Minnie, your assistant shouts from across the room, “you got a call!”

“Dank Farrick,” you whisper, pressing a hand to your eyes before shouting, “I’m coming!”

The figure on the holo gives you pause and you slow your steps, a furrow to your brow. “Master Yoda?”

“Ah,” he smiles saying your name, “seeing you again brings me great joy.”

“Thank you, Master. It’s good to see you as well.” You nod, waiting for him to speak, but the silence stretches on, “uhm,” you rub the back of your head, “is there something I can help you with, Master?”

“There is,” he grins, “know you do, that at war we are with the separatists. The loss of life is great, and we are in need of assistance desperately. I’ve heard from your former master that you’ve become a great healer and I am upon you calling to come heal our troops.”

You sit down, your legs feeling like jelly beneath you. “Master, I’m honored. But my place is here on Naboo.”

“Thought you say that, I did.” A figure steps behind him and you jump to your feet seeing the woman.

“Senator Amidala,” you bow.

She says your name and you straighten up, “I am calling upon you to join the war effort as a representative of Naboo. Your practice will be well looked after in your absence. The Queen is sending the royal physician to look after it while you’re gone.”

“Senator,” you glare at the little green man, “I am honored. But my place is here with my patients.”

A moment passes between the two, Master Yoda and Senator Amidala sharing a look. He sighs, “there is reason more, wish for you to join we do.”

You look between the two before taking a step back, “no.”

“Help, he needs,” Yoda puts both hands on his cane, “his troops are dying, and with each loss,” he shakes his head, “for the toll of loss is great, I worry.”

“I can’t,” you whisper, “I’m not strong enough.”

“You are,” Senator Amidala encourages, “you’ve become the most sought after healer on the planet.”

Yes, you think, the only one I could never heal was me.

“Needs you, he does,” Master Yoda looks into your eyes, his voice echoing in your head, need him, you do.

Minnie comes through the door, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but the Royal physician has arrived Doc. He says he’s here to take your place for awhile.”

You turn from her and back to Master Yoda sending your thoughts through the force. Will I ever come back?

Only decide that, you can.

“Tell me what you need me to do.”

“Doctor,” the clone trooper with golden markings shouts reaching a hand out to help you from the hovercraft. “Good to have you aboard ma’am.”

“I’m glad to be here,” the ship powers down behind you.

“I’m Commander Cody,” he removes his helmet, shaking your hand, “second in command.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Commander,” you give his hand a solid squeeze before letting go to grab your bags.

He grabs the other duffle, “let me get that for you ma’am, I’m going to take you to your quarters and then up to the bridge to see the General.”

“Perfect,” you fall into step beside him, your stomach churning.

“I understand that you’re a doctor on Naboo. From what I’ve been told, it’s a beautiful planet.” His words make you smile, thinking of home.

“It is, I love it very much.”

“What made you join the war then?”

“Call it a favor to an old friend. And one very nosey little bastard,” you mumble the last part but he bursts out laughing anyways.

“Seems like a story there,” he chuckles, arriving at a door. “This is your quarters, if you need anything the barracks are two levels below and the General is just down the hall.”

“Thank you, Commander,” you look around the room, quietly surveying the space before you drop your bag on the bed. “This shall do quite nicely.”

“Would you like some time to freshen up or would you like to go meet the General?”

“Lead the way,” you hold out a hand, your heart pounding so loud you’re almost sure he can hear it.

Commander Cody plays tour guide as you make your way to the bridge. And you can see why the men chose him for Commander he is thorough in making sure you know the ship and where everything goes. “This is the bridge,” he leads you onto the ledge, several troopers on computers look your way giving you a nod.

“You need to sleep!” A man shouts at the end of the aisle and Commander Cody slows down as we approach. “You’ve been up for nearly three days working on this plan. You know it inside and out!”

“It’s not perfect yet,” your eyes sting when you hear his voice again. “I need it to be perfect, we’ve lost to many men.”

He sounds almost delirious and you look at the young man quickly recalling the name, Anakin Skywalker. He’d just become his padawan maybe a year before you left. “Talk to him,” he tosses out his hands exasperated, “if you won’t listen to me, Master at least listen to the doctor.”

“I don’t need a doctor,” Obi-Wan throws over his shoulder, “I’m fine.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” you speak up. His hands freeze on the papers, his posture rigid and he drops his head to his chest.

“Maybe you’re right Anakin,” he sounds defeated, heaving a great sigh. “I do need to sleep. I’m hearing ghosts in my head.”

“If I recall,” you step around Commander Cody and past Anakin, “you never believed in ghosts.”

“Leave me be,” he groans, pressing his palms into his eyes, “why do you insist on tormenting me?”

The room is silent and you look around and notice the room has been vacated. “How am I torturing you? Explain that to me.”

“I let you go,” he whispers, dropping into a chair, his eyes covered. “I should have told you the truth and you never would have left.”

“And what truth is that,” you reach out a hand and press it to his shoulder. He turns quickly grabbing your hand and running his fingers over your palm.

“You’re real,” he states, looking up at you with wide eyes. “How are you here?”

You ignore him, “what truth did you fail to tell me?”

Obi-Wan sighs your name, his hand pulling until you’re sitting in his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist as he inhales deep breathes at your neck. “You still wear the same perfume,” he closes his eyes, forehead pressed to your shoulder.

“Of course,” you whisper, running your fingers through his long hair, “you gave it to me.”

“Do you remember the last thing you asked me,” he raises his head, meeting your eyes.

“Yes,” you tremble, your hands pressed together to prevent the shaking, “I asked if you ever loved me.”

He lifts one finger and puts it under your chin, his voice clear when he says, “ask me again.”

“Obi-Wan,” you feel the tears stream down your cheek, “I can’t do this again.”

“Ask me,” he commands, before softening, “please, darling.”

The air around you swirls with the force, his emotions clearly displayed as he awaits if you’ll ask, if you’ll let him right a past wrong. “Have you ever loved me, Obi-Wan?”

This time he does not hesitate, “oh stars, yes.”

"What about the Order? You'd never give that up and I won't ask you to. That's why I left the first time. I never wanted you to have to choose."

He bowed his head, "It took me a long time and several meditations to realize that was why you left."

"Why did you think?"

He lifts his head, "I thought you didn't love me. That you were sparing yourself the heartache when the temple realized what a lovesick fool I was. Even my Master knew." You stay silent, watching the emotions flicker, "and then Qui Gon died, and I became Master to Anakin. It changed everything."

"I can't be your dirty secret, Obi-Wan," you stand, going over to the viewing station, seeing the far reaches of space before you. "I came here to do a duty and I will fulfill that obligation."

"So there is someone else," he stands beside you, his hands tucked inside his robes, "you fell in love with another. Did you marry him? Stars, do you have children?"

You turn to him, hands crossed over your chest, "for being one of the wisest Jedi, you're an idiot." He turns to you, a wide eyed stare on his face. "I love," your voice cracks on a sob, "you, Obi-Wan. There is no other, it's always been you."

"I didn't dare hope," he presses a hand to your cheek. "Why didn't you move on? Live your life?"

"Could you have?" you grab his wrists, "if you were given the choice. If I had stayed and you had left, would you have fallen in love with another?"

"No," he shakes his head, "never. I just wanted you to be happy." His eyes soften, as he brushes the tears off your cheeks.

"You make me happy," you press your forehead to his own.

"What are we going to do?" he closes his eyes, pulling you into his chest, and running his hands up and down your back. You fit perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces finding their way back to one another. "I can't leave the war," he shakes his head with a sigh, "my men need a strong leader, and Anakin still has much to learn."

"I understand. And I will stand beside you. We can fight this war and you can finish his training. But when it's done, we leave, go to my home on Naboo, or start a new life somewhere else. Put away the lightsaber and live in peace."

He's quiet, contemplating everything you've said before he nods. "Okay, let's do that."

You pull away from him, "do you mean that?" His eyes study yours before his lips turn up in a smile, exhaustion lining his eyes.

"Ask me again," he urges.

You swallow, "have you ever loved me?"

"Yes," he nods, leaning forward to kiss you softly, a piece of your heart sliding back into place, "now and all the lifetimes after."

On the other side of the galaxy, Master Yoda feels his heart warm in his chest, pressing a hand to it with a smile. "Knew they would figure it out one day, I always did."

#Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Star Wars Fanfiction #Clone Wars Era #Autumn Writes #female reader

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phoeebsbuffay · 5 months

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Imagine Obi-Wan Kenobi’s complex journey…to the dark side.

Warnings: drama, angst, violence, inappropriate/adult language—explicit smut and fluff as usual.

Warnings 2: *long* post.

Recommendations: “Lavender Haze” by Taylor Swift; “Yellow Flicker Beat” by Lorde.

No minors.

***

Preface

“When there is too much light”, you tell him, “one might lose the sight for it.”

“But when there is too much dark”, so the red haired male muses, “the fate seems to be all the same”.

You tilt your head.

“The whole point is that every excess leads to suffering. Those who claim to possess the true core of goodness are blinded by their vanity, although those who are plunged by darkness is similarly lost.”

“Then what should I do?”, you detect a hint of misery in his voice.

“I am not the wisest of beings, Obi”, you smile candidly. “You’re not on your own. You should not pick up the broken petals and try to glue them to what they used to form. No. The damage is done, but it can be mended and transformed in something better.”

There is so much to be said, but, to your disappointment, words die in his thoughts. His eyes divert away and the magic is gone.

“Obi?”, now he detects despair in your voice.

The Jedi looks back at you. His blue eyes little by little lose the spark that once colored such tempest irises.

An eclipse rises.

“I must depart”, it’s all he mutters. “Unfortunately I cannot stay, Senator Y/N.”

You don’t have to say goodbye. Obi-Wan is gone with the wind.

***

• Part I: The Creed.

“You look too sad, Master”, Anakin tells him concerned. “This sadness of yours has remained there in your eyes longer than I’d thought it would take. I must say I am concerned.”

“This is exhaustion to you, Anakin”, Obi-Wan remarks. “I’ve been working per usual, that is all.”

“You have been burying yourself in work since that incident with the Duchess has…”

“It was not an incident!”, Obi-Wan snaps at Anakin, who stares at his Master in bewilderment. He sighs before softening: “I just…appreciate your concern over me, Anakin. It’s going to be fine. But there are moments when I wonder where this will end. Frankly, it frustrates me that two years later Maul isn’t entirely wiped out of the galaxy.”

“He’s not like any other we faced, Master. That creature is a Sith Lord, therefore we ought to be very careful when dealing with the man”, Anakin smiles quietly, eyes filled with comprehension. “But be mindful that grief should not overcome you, after all…”

“Fear leads to anger that leads to hate that leads to suffering”, so Obi-Wan completes. “I shall not forget that. It pleases me to see you learned that well, Anakin. I forget at times how good you can actually be.”

Anakin rolls his eyes, about to say something in return when the thread is interrupted by Master Windu, who requests Obi-Wan’s presence for a mission to planet Y/C.

“It’s farther than we had formerly judged”, the said Master tells Obi-Wan. “But we understand this is an important mission in order to prevent this region to fall to the Separatists. Apparently Count Dooku has sent a spy to convert Lady Y/N to his side. You must not fail, Obi-Wan.”

“I’m sure everything will be conducted most appropriately”, assures the other male.

By then the two part in friendly terms. But Anakin, the witness of the moment, is suddenly plagued with a strange feeling. However, he has not time to uncover it or even share with his Master, for Obi-Wan doesn’t want to waste anymore of his time in Coruscant, a planet he’s grown to dislike.

***

When he meets you after a long time spent journeying to your planet, Obi-Wan is dressing somber shades of red, opting for a dark cape that falls over his shoulders. But the growing shadow within is momentarily eclipsed by your glowing beauty.

Your long and wavy y/c hair is tied in a single braid; your face is painted in delicate colors that seem to bring your beauty in a most natural way; your light red gown reinforces your curves and after two years, Obi-Wan finds himself desiring a woman again.

His eyes linger at the swell of your breasts and for one moment, his mind takes him to a dark spot, where he allows to imagine taking each breast with his tongue—hungry for affection, wishing to be provided with what he hopes to find a sweet lullaby coming out of your lips, singing out his name—; but the moment you clear your throat, he sweeps away such pictured scene, burying it deep—mostly because he doesn’t want to have a boner right now.

“Master Kenobi”, you greet him with a sweet voice, eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and awe. He knows by the careful glance you give him that you find him handsome. Apparently, the attraction is mutual. “Thank you for getting to us. Welcome to our planet. I pray the journey has not been too hard on you.”

As you lead him to a seat next to the window, from where he can see the landscape outside, Obi-Wan smiles at you when answering:

“It has not, thank you for asking, my lady. I do hope, though, that your ladyship may forgive me for the delay in our mission. I had other matters to attend.”

“There is nothing to be forgiven for, Master Kenobi”, you smile again and Obi-Wan hates how the light that comes from you makes him feel like a teenager in his hormone days. “Before we begin to discuss our points, allow me to serve you some tea. Do tell your favourite.”

This is how it begins.

Lord forbid, but as each day goes by, you find yourself desiring to hear more of the serious and meticulous Master Jedi. His redhair and his blue eyes are difficult not to draw your eyes, but his muscles—perfectly well hidden under such robes—leave so much to your imagination.

Often seen by others as cold, unreachable woman, always avoiding relationships of any nature, it seems this man has managed to make you go to your knees—though you’d gladly turn this metaphor into literal.

You’ve heard the other day a lady in waiting describing to another exactly how she went to her knees to please her husband—a way the said lady in question found out from a maid of her trust—and how deliciously it was to feel his manhood pumping into her mouth. As you enter into the salon, your eyes scam after him, with that scene in the back of your mind.

What would be like to please him? To make this sacred Jedi feel profane, mundane things? It’s when your own conscience admonishes for such thinking. You are a governor, a member of the Senate who vowed never to marry or get yourself involved romantically—specially after one particular man, Senator H/N, broke your heart.

“Ah, Master Kenobi! There you are!”, you greet him with glee. “I must admit I am worried about how the Senate will respond to our request. I do wish to remain neutral in this war.”

Obi-Wan comes to perceive that he’s been growing intolerant to his impatience with this unending war. Or perhaps he’s mistaking it with frustration? The man cannot tell and he has no intention in letting obvious his discontent.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, Senator Y/LN”, and so suddenly your desire for peace reminds him of…

“Are you well, Master Kenobi?” You ask him gently, concerned about the shadows that so suddenly take grip of his reasoning. “Come, let us go outside. A stroll around the gardens might suit you.”

“No, I appreciate your concern, but…”

You surprise him by being an effective adversary.

“I don’t take no as answer, good man. I know distress when I see one.”

“And here I thought I was hiding well”, Obi-Wan muses sarcastically.

“Oh, didn’t you?”

How you snap back at him earns the Jedi some smile. And you are pleased your effort is finally coming to something.

“Is it weird to live by peace in a world plunged by extremisms?” You think out loud as you two share a stroll in a quiet, content pace around many green walls.

Obi-Wan, who’s been studying you more often than he’d sensibly admit, side eyes you and discreetly responds:

“I don’t think so. When disease begins to make sense, reason starts to find illogical healthy musings. We’ve been too sick to realize that peace could’ve been reached by a simple dialogue with some compromising”.

“Why do we expect better attitudes from others when we ourselves lack them?”, you sigh. “I suppose it’s because our enemies reflect our darkest fears.”

Obi-Wan’s eyebrows furrow at the thought. Seeing a good point you make, he finds himself uncomfortable for the first time in a long time.

We make demands of others. We fight for others. We expect better of others when we are not better than them.

Has the good cause been corrupted? Suddenly, Obi-Wan’s conviction starts to be shaken by his own beliefs.

“I’m sorry. I was meant to bring you some solace, not providing you this uneasiness”, you apologize by reading the Jedi’s awkward steps.

When finding your y/c eyes, Obi-Wan’s first instinct is to flee. You too get this sensation and perhaps you let it show more than you’d know. But he resists it.

You are not Satine. I cannot expect you to be like her. But you bring me to a different light… and I fear where this path will lead me.

“Don’t apologize”, though his arms remain folded, his features are now softened. “I’ve been under stress for two years in a roll. You deserve better, my lady, and I haven’t been a most proper guess, have I?”

You chuckle softly and the sound that comes with it makes any burden his heart’s been carrying loose…

“I understand more than you know, Master Kenobi. I fear to say I tend to overthink about what surrounds me”, you smile at him, your eyes not ready to let go of the gaze that captured them. “It’s a hopeless world we live in and yet I think it’s my duty to bring some joy to it.”

“And how’d you do that?”, he inquires, too intrigued by your web not to play with it.

“By living to a personal creed”, you give the Jedi a mysterious smile. “Live righteously through every beating of your heart. Do so by providing others some cheerfulness.”

That being said, you actually succeed to distract the very grave Jedi close to a fountain and with one small push, get him into it.

Soon, the silence is broken by a sound of cheerful laughters and for the very first time Obi-Wan joins them, not burdened, but free of it.

***

Part II: Duty Is The Death of Love.

Obi-Wan is requested to go back to Coruscant once the situation in your planet is partially resolved. But there is reluctance on his part going and you fear for his departure too.

By then, an unspoken attachment had developed between you two—but neither felt the urge to make it obvious, in other words: to make the first step.

“You are too quiet, dear Y/N”, Obi-Wan remarks, his eyes never letting go of your sight for a moment.

This evening you are having dinner. A private one, very personal and intimate in many shades—but the Jedi realizes you’ve been far from his grasp. It so appears to him that your brightness has been stolen away.

“Am I?”, you raise your eyes to meet those sparkling blue ones that have been searching for yours. You blush lightly as a result. “I’ve always been quiet, Obi.”

“This is hardly the truth”, he smiles. “You’ve been always the one to speak, my dear. Please, tell me what’s been troubling you.”

Your pride advises you not to tell him how you feel. Obi-Wan sees through you the struggle, but these are trying days. What’s there to lose if you speak your mind?

“I will miss you”, it’s all you can say.

He reaches for your hand, gently lacing fingers. Never before duty felt so strained, so… suffocating.

“I’m not really leaving. You know that.”

You don’t realize a puddle of tears is forming in your eyes before you say:

“You’ve always shone brighter than anyone I’ve known. I shall not eclipse that.”

Obi-Wan quickly leaves his seat to console you. On his knees before you, he takes each hand and presses there a kiss.

“Dear love”, he rushes to say. “You are a poetry to my soul. I’ve been numbed for a long time and thought myself dead inside until you brought me back to life. How can you say I shine bright when you are the sun who feeds me light to do so? No. I’m nothing if not a moon in need of your light.”

When did the desperation rise so eminently? You don’t know, neither does he. But all so suddenly, your lips are collided against his and Obi-Wan is rising you from your seat to pull yourself into him.

Your hands are now playing with his hair all the whilst his own are gripping tight your waist. His kisses are urgent and fervent, warming you in every possible way.

His lips are now going to your neck and you throw your head back, feeling exposed under his gaze. Indeed, had you had the ability to read mind, you’d find nothing but indecent thoughts there.

Hungry for your affection, his lust draws unspeakable ideas to you. His lips enjoy your soft skin and his eager hands are already unlacing your gown. On your turn, the tingles that his beard make on you are enough to make you sigh.

You promptly rest your hands over his shoulders in an attempt to find balance. As you do, you pursuit his lips once more as your hands begin to work in his fabric.

“Obi..”, you heavily sigh as you now kiss his jawline and move to his neck, gently biting his skin.

“Yes, dear Y/Nickname?”, he groans lightly as you have control over him.

You don’t know what you are doing, but you do. Moved by a strange house instinct, your hands toss his fabric away, going down to his manhood, all the whilst you pepper his neck and shoulders with a loving kiss.

“You are mine”, you whisper against his skin, as your delicate fingers find what they are looking for. “Aren’t you?”

You raise your eyes and Obi-Wan finds mischief in them, much to his arousal, specially when you start holding his manhood very gently.

“I am, yes”, he sighs heavily. “Maker knows I belong with you entirely, dear one.”

His words are like charm, evoking your sudden confidence. Suddenly, you flip positions, starting to get the best of him. Your eyes are glued on his heavy breathing and when he thinks he’s about to come undone…

You take him all.

Using your red lips.

But he is not a man to be easily subdued—he is the one who subdues, and here you are submitted at his will.

Obi-Wan knows you well and he enjoys driving you crazy by doing all he wants to do with you slowly.

“Beg, dear one”, he smirks at you, his fingers gently stroking your feminine core, not yet slipping them inside you. “This is what you want to do…”

You hiss under your breath, eyes already painted with desperation. But your pride is simply useless before the strength, the physique, the beauty and perfection that stand right before you.

“Please”, you whimper, much to his delight.

And he does so. His lips looking for yours, he takes no more of your time before pleasing you the way you deserve.

“I love you”, you sing your feelings out, followed by another whimper.

“I love you too”, he kisses you hungrily, enjoying the effect he has on you.

There is nothing but the alluring dark to light the way, and no sense of goodbye is perceived when one body collides with the other. Never before Obi-Wan felt so alive. A sensation that he does not want to let go of.

Towards the end of the night, when you two are bathed by salt, you turn at him and say:

“You should stay.”

Obi-Wan sighs. It feels as if he’s living that night again… when it was whispered that the duty was the death of love. When looking back at your y/c eyes, the good there is in them, a voice in the back of his mind says again: must you repeat old mistakes?

Must you?

However, for now the Jedi does not wish to dwell in such thinking. Internal riots are briefly quieted. He turns at you and peppers your face with kisses before cuddling you in his arms.

“Let us enjoy the today, my dove. It’s all I ask for.”

A response that does not content you, but would have to suffice now.

When you wake up the next day, he is gone. The warmth in his side of bed is replaced by a cold, a void of goodness you feel so abruptly deprived of.

It hurts, it aches too much the sound of heartbreaking. You should know that what was going to happen.

But the images of both of you speaking of the past as if the future would be one with the other roll in the back of your mind. Is there anything you could do?

No.

But that day you weep as sacred moments are remembered too well by your soul, broken like a secret you kept, an oath that now sounds meaningless.

And here your pain becomes a growing angst that paints your heart blue, all alone trying to find how to deal with all the intensity that crushed you like a tide that took you far from the shore, letting you drown by a heavy wave.

A knock on the door, however, disrupts you from your thought. You barely notice the tears rolling down in your cheeks until you taste the salt these come to your mouth. And now you must regain your composure.

Oh you must.

“Duty awaits”, you think out loud before granting the permission for the door to open and soon coming inside your bedchambers.

A moment so sacred is now profaned. As it should be.

***

Part III: Midnight.

“Have you heard the tale of Darth Plagueis, the Wise?”, the chancellor asks him.

Obi-Wan is wearing his usual suits this evening for an encounter with the man behind the Senate, the one whom the Jedis asked him to spy for. Palpatine is the said man’s name and although his behavior is rather…unique for a man of his position, it comes at being too odd to spy him.

“I believe I am rather familiar with it, yes”, replies the red headed Jedi, stroking his beard, as he casts his cold blue eyes towards the other one. “Why’d you ask, Chancellor?”

Giving Obi-Wan a smirk, Palpatine carefully shrugs.

“This is a tale often misconstructed by the Jedis.” He pauses carefully, waiting for some reaction coming from Obi-Wan. Once it did not, he continues. “Duty not always must be the death of love, Obi-Wan. Once upon a time, love was the main weapon of the Jedis. Now it appears to have been poisoned by the ambitions of such an Order.”

Silence hangs in between the two men, heavy like grey clouds announcing an upcoming storm.

“What you suggest is treason”, whispers Obi-Wan, avoiding the male’s gaze. “The Jedis have been the keepers of peace in Galaxy for centuries.”

“The endings often bear good intentions”, remarks Palpatine. “How about the means, though? The means justify the endings, and you cannot look away the pride and arrogance that have flickered the Order.”

No answer. Slowly, like a snake spotting a prey, Palpatine surrounds Obi-Wan.

“My dear, your duty has been rewarded with nothing but disdain. Your name has once been shouted by your fellow Jedis, but now it’s been whispered like a poison. Is this what you’ve become, Obi-Wan? A name, a number…a mere saber?”

“I don’t need recognition”, Obi-Wan retorts, but even he can feel the emptiness of his belief.

What has changed?

“Oh, but we do. We do. What are we without the applauses of those we love? Not beasts to be served to other’s purposes”, Palpatine smiles. “You have doubled your powers, Obi-Wan. But your path of blood… when will it end? They say fear leads to anger and anger leads to suffering. But has duty emptied your sentiments? Blind devotion also leads to suffering, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

A sweet melody is sang. To see it’s effect, however, Palpatine slowly removes himself from the scene. The prey is at long last trapped by the snake’s trap.

Obi-Wan knows it. He feels it. The tentacles of darkness tempt him, seducing him like the sweet embrace of a lover.

Indeed, the list of dissatisfaction is too long to ignore. The anguish within never ceases to torment him. The temptation is too great to bear.

Nonetheless, it’s close to midnight when the Jedi leaves everything aside to look for you. Perhaps you have every answer for him; perhaps you might be the savior he needs.

You are located at your lavender garden, even though it’s past midnight. Chaos surrounds you, war destroys everything you know. You grew strangely comforted by it. You learned to play coy, to be the player you planet needed. Neutrality was merely a disguise. But politics was never a clean game in the first place.

Two nights ago, you’d met him. You thought you’d lost him again, but the silent steps caught you out of your guard.

“I knew I’d find you here, Y/Nickname”, his husky voice brings out a smile of your lips. “A lavender field is most proper to your ladyship.”

You raise your eyes, not surprised for seeing Obi-Wan Kenobi dressing a dark robe, a somber shade of red in his suit, standing powerful before you.

“I do not wish to forget the lavender haze creeping upon me.” You tilt your head, pleased to find a secret smirk twisting in the corner of his lips. “What are you here for, my dear? End this the way it should be.”

“It pains me to hear this is your conclusion”, he muses somberly.

You promptly stand and move to where he stands. Very gently, you remove his hood and run your hands over his short red locks, before cupping his face and tiptoeing to rest your forehead against his.

“I wouldn’t take you as a man who understands everything literally”, you make a small jest, pleased to make him chuckle.

“Darkness is so much more alluring than I’d ever consider it to be”, he whispers. “I’ve tripled my powers since I left you. I shall not lose you, my dear Y/N. The Jedis and the Sith…both took everything I’ve loved.”

He sobs and seems to fall on his knees, but you hold him, able to prevent him to lose his strength. But because he’s heavier than you’d able to carry him, you manage to lead him back to your lavender garden.

“This doesn’t have to be the way”, you tell him. “There is more in the world than Jedis and Siths, Obi.”

As he glances to you, you spot a swift change in the color of his irises, spot an unending suffering in the dark waters of his soul.

“I hate them”, he whispers, and the sound is like that of a whip. “I hate them all.”

“Let us run away then”, you speak gently, caressing his hair. “Those who step in our way shall be destroyed. Simply as that.”

Obi-Wan chews your solution for a moment. It’s reasonable and makes sense. When admiring your beauty and the gentleness that comes from your good heart, he takes your suggestion.

But then… a question rises.

What if there is no more Jedi nor Sith?

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fromasgardandback · 10 months

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My Promise To You II

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

description: Y/N helps Anakin see the light

word count: 2.4k

warning: mentions of the Dark Side, mentions of death, poor living conditions, murder, and fluff.

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It had been roughly six months since Anakin turned to the dark side of the force, leaving everyone and everything he knew behind. During the first couple of months Anakin as Darth Vader became ruthless. Y/N didn’t recognize the man that stood in front of her. She didn’t understand that what he was doing was wrong, how the Imperial Order was toxic and killing people. She cried every morning when he would leave their room. She felt trapped, a prisoner in her own way. Yet she knew that going with Anakin would save more lives than she could count. Some nights Anakin would come in angry and start throwing things. He would never throw in her direction or anything complex, mostly a pillow. But he still came into the home they built together with fists of rage. She would ask him, he would say nothing or something along the lines of “everything is fine”. Clearly, she knew that he was struggling. It was clockwork; he would come in upset, angry, or silent; he would throw something towards the window overlooking the galaxy or planet they were on trying to calm down; he would hang his head down, sighing at his internal battle and close his eyes. Y/N learned early on that it is best to let him be by himself until he collects his posture again. She would come up, wrap her arms around his waist or rub his back. She didn’t agree with his decisions, but this was still the man she was in love with. She would care for him, even in the darkest of times.

“Anakin, talk to me. I may not understand, but I will listen.” She whispered laying her head on his back right shoulder.

“I want you to understand. I want you to know what is happening. I want you to be with me ruling, but they see me as a child. I am a ruthless ruler. I am Darth Vader and they are treating me the same as the Jedi Council. I am not a child that sits on the sidelines, I am a powerful Sith Lord. They will obey me!” Anakin growled holding onto the railing overlooking the living room area.

“Can I ask you something?” She pondered waiting for a response. He stayed quiet, nodding in approval.

“You left the Jedi Council for many reasons, not only for saving my life but that the Council would not make you a Master. It seems as if they are treating you the same here.” She paused, thinking of the right way to word such a delicate subject matter. “And you said it yourself. You’re a powerful Sith Lord. Show them who you are, and demand control and authority. And if not, show them who you are.” She turned him to face her, raising her hand to hold his face in a caring gesture.

“This is why I am glad to have you. I know I haven’t been the most attentive lover, but that will change.” Anakin grinned pulling her close to his chest in a tight hug to which she gave back.

Y/N walked around the ship, occasionally stopping to look outside the windows. Everyone on the ship knew who she was. She was Darth Vader’s girl. He referred to her as his wife to everyone. It was easier to explain than the girlfriend who came because she made a promise to not leave him. She was depressed, quiet, and usually never spoke a word to anyone except the dining hall crew. She was kind to them, they were seen as low-life servants. She took pity on them, making an effort to show kindness. Although those who held rank, she was kurt, rude, and annoyed with. She never said hello to them. Some of them would become wimps and run to tell their commander, then to Darth Vader himself. He hated when people would come to him complaining about his girl.

“Do you know who I am? What gives you the right to come to me and complain about my wife? What did you do to make her frown at you? Do not come to me with this again!” Vader’s booming voice echoed in the hallways. No one came to him again. As for the other powerful Sith Lords, they saw this rage and force of power, so they started giving him respect and leadership. Darth Sidious however showed his fondness toward Vader since the beginning, hence why the other Siths don’t like him as much. Y/N thought of them as children playing and not getting their attention from a parent. They whine, cry, and throw tantrums. She would roll her eyes and show them no fear or authority whenever she had to be in the same room or breathing vicinity as them. This was yet another reason they hated Vader, but he always chose Y/N as she did for him.

Anakin walked into their home earlier than he normally did. Y/N could tell before he even walked in the door that something was off, deeply off. The past couple of days he’s been coming in talking about how things are changing and he’s not agreeing with them. The Imperial Army is killing innocent people’s lives for the fun of it. Some will go to random planets and if anyone they encounter gives a sliver of disrespect or doesn’t comply, they kill them on the spot. How could anyone do that? Willingly hunt down innocent lives and for what, power? Every time Y/N heard these “missions” or mentions of them, she would get physically sick to her stomach.

“And you wonder why you’ve been feeling this way? This isn’t you, Anakin. This place, the dark side of the force, everything here and what these people stand for, and what they’re doing. Ani, this is not you.” She stood in their kitchen resting her hands on the countertop looking at Anakin. “You don’t think this way or believe any of their lies. Darth Sidious grabbed onto you in your vulnerable state and made you believe he was Maker and could save everyone from themselves. In reality, everyone was doing just fine.” Y/N let out a long breath she didn’t know she was holding. She walked around the kitchen island to gently hold his face in her hands. He stood there dumbfounded at her words.

“I didn’t know you were paying attention or saw these signs. I thought you were depressed and you kept yourself quiet. I thought didn’t want to see.” He said leaning into her touch.

“I am depressed. We went through something traumatic. I walked through piles of our friends, mentors, and colleagues' bodies. I miss the Jedi Order. I miss fighting for what is right, but instead, I sit here and watch as these troopers, commanders, leaders, followers, these little do-good puppets follow an order that is corrupt and the exact opposite of what we fought to keep. The Imperial Order is not good, is not good for the people, and is not good for anyone and their home planet.” Y/N took a step back leaning against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest. “Anakin, do you see what I see?” She pleaded with him.

“I… I don’t know. I do and I see good that the Imperial Order is doing, but…” He trailed off.

“Ani. If you’re hesitant, then you know.” She looked at him with pleading eyes.

That night Anakin and Y/N left in a pod ship together. They fled to Tatootine where they had heard Obi-Wan was hiding out. They heard through Anakin’s old Padawan, Ashoka Tano, and she would be meeting them there as well. They escaped the Order with a plan to destroy it from within. Of course, they couldn’t do it alone, they needed the help of the Jedi, but since Order 66 happened, most of them were gone or in hiding.

“Anakin, before we leave the ship, I need to talk with Obi-Wan first. You two did not leave on a good note. When he sees you, he’s going to be defensive, and same with Ashoka.” Y/N looked over at him.

“I understand.” He said quietly. There was a short pause of silence.

“Ani, I hope you know that I don’t blame you. I don’t blame you for leaving the Jedi Order. I don’t blame you for what you have done. You were manipulated by an old senile power hungry man. Anakin, I love you.” Y/N laid her head on the seat headrest, looking to her left to see his face.

“I love you, Y/N. I do, but I blame myself for what I have done. I willingly did these things and even though you do not blame me, I always will. I cannot turn back time and fix what actions I have committed.” He said sadly.

“No, but you can write over them and make things right again.” This time she leaned over to squeeze his hand.

They landed on Tatootine, docking the ship away from where Obi-Wan was living in case they came after Anakin and Y/N. She gave his hand another gentle squeeze before walking ahead of him and into Obi-Wan’s home.

“Obi!” She happily hugged him.

“Y/N, I cannot believe it is really you!” Obi-Wan hugged her back.

“He’s here with me.” She said immediately after they parted.

“He’s here? What do you mean? Did you drag him out of there?” He looked more concerned than angry. She sat down with him and explained while Anakin stood outside the home listening in. This was a place he grew to call home, even if his mother and him were slaves here. Even if she died here. She called it home and did Ani. After Y/N explained in great detail their past months, she motioned Anakin to walk in. Obi-Wan gave him a slight smile.

“You’re back.”Obi embraced him.

“I’m sorry.” Emotion overcame Ani as he leaned into Obi-Wan’s embrace.

“The past is the past. Now, how do you suggest we fight them?” Obi-Wan placed his hands on his hips.

Throughout the next few years, they gathered all the Jedi, clones, bounty hunters, and rebels that were willing to fight against the Imperial Army. It was a long journey, many people sacrificed their lives for the cause. Some days it was worth giving up, but waking up and seeing Anakin, Y/N knew she couldn’t Finally, victory had won and the Republic was restored. Obi-Wan, Y/N, and Anakin worked on making a new Jedi Order. One that fixed all the problems that were a reason for others to falter in the first place. To change the Order to become trustworthy and one they all can be proud of.

Anakin and Y/N decided on a little vacation to take the stress off of the past years. One where they could be together in love, and on that vacation they got engaged.

“Yes! Yes, Anakin I will marry you!” She exclaimed happily, wrapping her arms around his neck. Ani held her close, kissing her passionately.

“Y/N, before we walk down I need to tell you something,” Obi said gently holding your elbow back. “I know that when we landed on Mustafar a year ago, I told you not to go with Anakin, but I see now that that was a mistake. Not only are you saving the galaxy and the new Jedi Order, but you saved Anakin. Maker only knows what would have happened if you did not go with him. I am sorry and I am ecstatic to be walking you down this aisle and being your soon-to-be husband’s best man.” Obi smiled a small tear daring to escape his eye as he looked at her with a father and best friend love.

“Obi-Wan. I know where your heart lies. I know that it was out of the goodness of your heart and that if you did stop me I would not hold it against you. I am glad that I could pull Anakin out of the darkness before it was too late. But we are here now, no need to look upon the past, the future has enough for us to handle. I love you Obi-Wan Kenobi.” Y/N hugged him while trying not to ruin her dress and he did the same.

He walked her down the aisle, giving her hand one last squeeze, and taking his place to stand behind Anakin. The officiant spoke and started the ceremony, though neither of the lovers could hear him. They were focused on each other and their love to pay attention to the boring details. They both read their personally written vows to each other, ignoring the “rules” of weddings and giving each other a small kiss after they read.

“Place the ring on her finger.” Anakin followed and placed the ring delicately on her ring finger. “Do you, Anakin Skywalker take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love and cherish her through better or worse, sickness and in health, and for richer or poorer as long as you both shall live?” The officiant said, looking at Anakin.

“I do.” He smiled wide, holding up her hand to give her knuckles a kiss which made her blush.

“Place the ring on his finger.” Y/N followed suit, continuing to hold his hand. “Do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Anakin Skywalker to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love and cherish him through better or worse, sickness and in health, and for richer or poorer as long as you both shall live?” The officiant said again, looking at Y/N.

“I do.” She softly said looking at him with love in her eyes.

“By the power invested in me and the planet of Naboo, you may now kiss your bride.” He stepped to the side, giving the couple their moment. Anakin picked Y/N up, twirling her around as she held his face in her hands, kissing each other. He set her down as the guests erupted in cheers. They walked down the aisle, but halfway Anakin pulled her back to him and this time he held her face in his hands kissing her deeply as she rested her hands on his hips. A love that would last a lifetime and be remembered by all in the entire galaxy.

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My Very Soul (Chapter 17)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 16

Warnings: really nothing, just mention of violence and recovering from violence, but it's Star Wars so what do you expect (tiny bit of angst but hopefully that will improve soon)

Summary: While you and Anakin struggle with the aftermath of your fight, your new assignment goes poorly; a new strategy is planned in addressing the separatist attacks (this chapter sets up the events that will be AOTC. it's all happening, folks.)

Word Count: 3.5k

The cold of the early morning blew through the open entrance to the Temple. You shivered, wiping sleep out of your eyes, and pulled your robe around yourself more tightly. It was worth it, you reminded yourself, to get up this early. The mess hall would be nearly empty at this hour. The thought of breakfast this early in the morning turned your stomach, but the breakfast hall would be warm, with a roaring fire, and it would have caf. You hurried forward, eager to pass out of the cold air blowing into the Temple. You smelled the sweet smell of the Jedi's usual breakfast—freshly baked seed breads, various proteins, simple, reasonable fares that would serve their optimal nutritional purpose.

Entering the breakfast hall, you breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't here. You made your way over to collect your food, a few pieces of toasted bread and some fruit, and were in the midst of pouring yourself a large, steaming cup of caf when you felt it. To call it a disturbance in the Force would be overstating it, but you certainly felt disturbed, feeling Anakin's troubled presence enter behind you. You didn't turn, but merely took your plate and cup and walked over to sit in the corner of the hall, alone. You tried to keep your hands from shaking as you grabbed utensils. What was he doing up this early? Why in the world would he choose to breakfast at this hour? Unless he, too, was trying to avoid...

You couldn't help yourself. You stole a glance over your shoulder to look at him. Anakin, tall and lanky, in his new darker colored robes and vest he had taken to wearing, was pouting, his jaw set as he collected his breakfast. It wasn't that you had been trying to actively avoid him; it was that seeing him in the hallways of the Temple brought back all the bad feelings you'd been shoving down inside of yourself, ever since you'd returned from Serenno a few weeks ago. And it wasn't just your own memories you were grappling with—being in his presence meant feeling the tornado inside of him, all of the hurt, anger, among other things, things that made you feel as if your heart was breaking into tiny pieces and shattering on the floor, over and over again, in an endless loop. Suffice to say, being in Anakin's presence these days was more than you could handle.

You drank a sip of caf, burning your throat, and started to cough. You felt Anakin look over at you, and forced yourself to continue facing the opposite direction, into the corner. Would this never end?

As you were picking at the bread you didn't feel like eating, an opposite and opposing force entered the dining hall. You turned around, smiling slightly, making eye contact with your Master as she strolled over to where you were sitting.

"Aren't you going to eat?" you asked her, seeing that she'd skipped the breakfast array all together.

"There isn't time," Master Yuma said, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Our presence is requested."

"We have a new mission?" you asked, glancing quickly over at Anakin's turned head. Master Yuma paused.

"No," Master Yuma said, unease entering her Force presence. "You do."

"The office of the Chancellor?" you asked, trying to keep up with Master Yuma as she strolled, quickly, through the Republic Executive Building. "Why in blazes are we being briefed there?"

"The Chancellor himself has requested this assignment," Master Yuma said, her nerves causing her to walk even faster. "We mustn't be late." The two of you walked quickly through the luxurious hallway until you reached the lift that would take you to the penthouse, at the very top.

When the lift had ascended and the doors opened, you saw Chancellor Palpatine sitting behind a large desk. Around him stood a handful of senators, Master Windu, and Master Yoda. You squeaked in surprise. Master Yoda was rarely involved in the briefing of your missions. Of course, neither was the Supreme Chancellor himself.

"Ah, she is here," the Chancellor said, standing and opening his arms in welcome. "Yuma, lovely to see you as always."

"Likewise, Chancellor Palpatine," Master Yuma responded, walking forward deferentially, one hand behind your back to guide you forward with her. You stumbled a bit.

"And your charming Padawan," the Chancellor said amicably, turning to face you. "Y/N, isn't it?"

"Yes, Chancellor," you said, mirroring Master Yuma's deference, "a pleasure to see you again."

"I wish it were under better circumstances," the Chancellor said, sitting back down as you and Master Yuma joined the ranks surrounding the Chancellor's desk.

"Agree with you on this course of action, I do not," Master Yoda entuned, looking over at you before returning his gaze to Chancellor Palpatine.

"Y/N is certainly up to the task," Master Windu said firmly.

"What task?" you asked, looking between your Masters, then back to the Chancellor.

"We are taking a new approach to try to determine who is ordering these attacks on the senators of the Galactic Republic," Master Windu explained, his gaze harsh and determined. "The Chancellor has suggested a Jedi should impersonate a senator—one we believe is a likely target—in order to capture the attacker, to be taken in for questioning." You felt Master Yuma's unease grow in the Force.

"And you believe that Jedi should be me?" you asked, putting two and two together. Master Windu pulled out a small holoprojector, setting it on Chancellor Palpatine's desk. A holo-image of a senator arose from its base.

"This is Senator Voure," Chancellor Palpatine said, his voice kind, watching you attentively. "She is in staunch opposition to the Military Creation Act. She is currently off world, but has been expected to return to Coruscant later this afternoon."

"Surely, you see the resemblance," Master Windu said, looking between you and the hologram. You squinted. Sure, Senator Voure was young, female, and petite. She had somewhat of a similar hair color to you. Other than that, though, you didn't think the two of you looked that much alike. Still, from far away, you could certainly pass for this woman.

"So," you said, intuiting the plan, "it is I who will be...'returning' to Coruscant in her stead?"

"Yes," Chancellor Palpatine said. "We believe having you impersonate Senator Voure will serve the dual purpose of keeping her safe, and allowing the Jedi Order the opportunity to discover more about the mysterious figurehead behind these attacks."

"Using her as bait, you mean," Master Yuma said, weaving a protective arm around you, looking cross.

"Your Padawan is more than capable of handling herself," Master Windu told Master Yuma. "She has proven herself a worthy adversary, to any bounty hunter who might try to engage her."

"Proven herself, she has," Master Yoda said, looking up at you with his wise old face. "But force her to do this, we must not."

"Y/N," Master Yuma asked, looking at you with wide eyes. "Do you agree to this?" You thought it over for a moment, reaching out with the Force, feeling the room. You shivered. For some reason, it was colder in here than it had been outside. You looked down at the hologram of Senator Voure, and thought about what the creation of an Army of the Republic might mean.

"Yes," you said, looking up at Chancellor Palpatine. "I'll do it."

Anakin could barely see through the storm in his head. He ran through the hallways of the Temple, struggling to stay upright, his limbs not wanting to move, though his mind desperately needed to get him there, to get closer.

He'd heard about the bomb. He didn't understand it. What had you been doing on that ship, a senator's ship? He'd seen you in the breakfast hall just this morning. What had happened to you? Were you okay? What if you weren't? What if the last interactions he'd had with you had been in anger? What if he'd spent the last few weeks since Serenno ignoring you, and now you were gone? His insides felt like a scream; his arms and legs felt like fire. He felt he could burn this whole Temple to the ground, without meaning to, just by being here, just by feeling this way.

No, he told himself sternly, forcing his feet to move, one after the other, up the stairs, over to the western wing of the Temple, where the medical chambers were. You would be okay. He couldn’t let himself burn up completely. Not yet. What if you needed him? He had to keep moving.

He burst into the medical chamber, alarming the droid who stood at the doors, ignoring its questioning as he raced past empty beds, into the next room, the room where they kept critical patients. His heart turned to stone. There you were, laying in the bed, tubes strapped to your face and arms, your head bandaged. And Obi-Wan, turning towards him from your bedside, his hands coming up, palms forward, as if to stop Anakin from coming any closer, as if in a vain attempt to calm him.

"What happened!?" Anakin demanded, striding the length of the room, almost crashing into Obi-Wan's outstretched arms.

"She's going to be fine," Obi-Wan said, his voice quiet, calm, and even, as always. Anakin breathed deeply, blinking his eyes and trying to get oxygen into his lungs.

"She's...going to be...?" Anakin sputtered, looking at you, laying in that bed with your eyes closed, air flowing through a tube to your nose. What were you wearing? Instead of your usual Jedi tunic, you were wearing what appeared to be a stately gown, yellow and pink, in a fine material that barely covered your shoulders. Anakin gawked, trying to understand the juxtaposition of this outfit with your bandages and the hospital environment.

"She's going to be just fine," Obi-Wan said again, putting his hands on his Padawan's shoulders, trying to steady him as if he were a bucking rancor. Anakin heaved deep breaths, watching you, turning back to Obi-Wan.

"You're sure?" Anakin asked, his voice cracking.

"Positive. The medics have confirmed she'll make a full recovery." Obi-Wan gestured for Anakin to sit in the chair on the other side of your bed, and Anakin threw himself into it reluctantly.

"What happened? I heard a senator's ship was attacked. Why—"

"Senator Voure's ship landed on a hangar that was rigged with explosives," Obi-Wan explained carefully, watching Anakin as if afraid he were the one about to explode.

"Why was Y/N on the senator's ship?" Anakin asked, his breath still coming fast, wiping his sweaty hands on his knees.

"Because," Obi-Wan said, sighing, looking Anakin in the face, "Y/N was impersonating Senator Voure. We expected the senator would be on the receiving end of something like this—"

"So you put Y/N in there on purpose? You knew the ship would be attacked, and you allowed her to get on it?" Anakin asked, his anger rising in him, looking at his Master in disbelief.

"I didn't put her anywhere," Obi-Wan said, his face sympathetic. "Chancellor Palpatine consulted with the council, who recognized an opportunity—"

"Using Y/N as bait? Putting her up for the separatists like a Yala for slaughter?" Anakin bellowed, waving his hands in the air.

"Anakin, you've got to calm down. Everything is okay," Obi-Wan said, his eyebrows upturned, feeling truly sympathetic for his Padawan.

"Why wasn't I informed of this plan?" Anakin huffed, his nostrils flaring.

"I wasn't even informed until after the fact," Obi-Wan said, keeping his voice calm and even, trying, it seemed, to soften the blow of this revelation. But Anakin didn't feel calmed—he felt spiky, angry, as if he were erupting. How could the council make such a heartless and selfish decision? Did they really care more about finding information than they cared for your own life?

"Uohhr..." you emitted softly, turning your head from one side to the other on your pillow. The noise you'd made evaporated Anakin's anger. It still hung, in the air around him, but it was no longer concentrated, no longer the most important emotion he was feeling. Anakin immediately took one of your hands in both of his, the hand that was not strapped to the machines near your bed.

"She's only mildly concussed, with a few bruises to her ribs," Obi-Wan said quietly, watching Anakin carefully. "They gave her pain relief, which is sedating her, but she should be out of here in a few days, and fully back to normal in a few weeks." Anakin nodded, not taking his eyes off you. What could he say to you, when you awoke? That he had been childish? He was still angry at you, even now, for your inability to face him, your inability to own up to your own feelings. If it was a rejection you were holding back—if he really meant nothing to you outside of friendship—Anakin could take it. But you wouldn't even give him that, and it frustrated him, that you withheld yourself so firmly. He didn't understand it. But it didn't matter, now. Anakin felt his face flushing in embarrassment and fear, wondering how you would react to him when you awoke, wondering whether you were angry with him. He supposed he would find out soon enough.

You felt a softness around you, a physical softness, but a softness that was also in the air, in the vibrations of energy surrounding your motionless form. There was even a softness inside of you, making all of your limbs feel fuzzy. You felt the physical softness to be pillows. You smiled, moving your head against their pleasant surface, feeling the softness in the air swell at the same time. You stretched your arms, but met resistance—you felt your hand moving out of an enclosure, the warm, hard edges surrounding your hand falling away, and felt some kind of string pulling back on your other arm. You frowned.

You opened your eyes, and felt the softness in the air fall away, dissolve into a nervous, distant energy. The softness of the bed and the pillows remained, and you blinked, trying to sort out your surroundings. It was very bright in here, and your eyes felt a bit watery.

"Y/N?" you heard a familiar voice say, and you blinked again, trying to get your eyes to focus.

"Obi-Wan?" you asked softly, surprised to hear how feeble your voice was.

"I'm here," you heard Master Obi-Wan say. "How are you feeling?"

"Soft," you said, sighing, leaning your head back and blinking your eyes some more. You heard Master Obi-Wan chuckle.

"That's good," Obi-Wan said, and you heard the smile in his Force presence. You looked around, and saw his face smiling down at you, his familiar beard and long hair glistening from the bright lights on the ceiling.

"Where's Master Yuma?" you asked blearily, looking around. It was then that you saw Anakin, and you breathed in, the softness you felt giving way to a spiky feeling, an embarrassed hurt, a useless fear. Anakin was sitting back in his chair, his body leaned away from you, as if to create distance, but he was looking at you earnestly. You felt a mix of worry, fear, affection, and that familiar anger behind his eyes, but you also felt other things, and, as usual, you couldn’t sort through them. You flushed, a hint of anger entering your own presence. Why was he here, when he had refused to even speak to you for the last two weeks? What did he have to say for himself?

"She went to speak with the council," Master Obi-Wan said, in answer to your question, looking at Anakin, then back at you. "Y/N, do you remember what happened?" The soft feeling in your veins was fading, and you thought back, trying to remember the morning.

"The ship was attacked," you said slowly, remembering putting on Sentaor Voure's clothes, boarding the ship in a discreet location, and then landing on the senator's hangar. You flushed, realizing you were still wearing this gown, one that left much of your shoulders on display. You reached for the medi-blanket, pulling it up to your chin.

"The hangar was rigged with explosives," Master Obi-Wan said seriously. "Master Yuma is asking the council to call off this assignment, given the circumstances."

"But this attack proves that our strategy is working!" you protested, trying to sit up in bed, but feeling a pain in your ribs. "We just need to be smarter about this. We can't quit now."

"Y/N, you could have died, had you been positioned differently on that ship," Master Obi-Wan said, and at his words, Anakin leaned forward in his chair, looking back and forth between you and Obi-Wan.

"I didn't die, and I’m not going to," you said defiantly. "We just need a better plan. We're so close to discovering—"

You were interrupted by the doors of the medical bay opening, and Master Yuma striding through them.

"I'm glad to see you're awake," Master Yuma said, striding over to your bedside and hugging you gingerly, then stepping back and kissing the top of your head. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel fine," you said, watching Master Yuma carefully, trying to understand the agitation you felt in her Force presence. "What did the council say?"

Master Yuma responded by giving Master Obi-Wan an incensed look. "They believe we should send you off world," Master Yuma said slowly, through gritted teeth. "As the senator. They think doing so will force whoever is behind these attacks to send bounty hunters, rather than using more crude forms of killing, like explosives."

"We'll go with her, then," Master Obi-Wan said, looking at Master Yuma with pleading eyes. "As her Jedi escort. That's believable, that the Republic would assign Jedi to her tail, after an attempted assassination."

"The council believes," Master Yuma said, her nostrils flaring, "that sending well-known Jedi Knights will cause the attackers to resort to more dangerous alternatives, in their attempts to harm her."

"They want us to send her alone?!" Master Obi-Wan said, incredulous. "We can't do that."

"I'm fully capable of going on a mission alone," you said defiantly, trying and failing to push yourself up on your pillows.

"But with an attempted assassination—" Master Obi-Wan objected, turning to you.

"They've agreed," Master Yuma said, her voice calming, though only slightly, "to allow us to send a Padawan to accompany her." Everyone in the room was quiet, as all turned to look at Anakin. Anakin flushed scarlet.

"I don't know..." Anakin started, sounding uncomfortable. Your face grew hot with anger. These were the first words you'd heard him say in weeks. Did he hate you so much that he refused to go on an assignment with you?

"I can go alone," you said flatly, turning back to your Masters.

"You'd rather her remain unprotected?!" Obi-Wan asked, turning to his Padawan incredulously.

"Of course not," Anakin said, looking at the ground, pulling on a thread of his tunic's sleeve.

"Unprotected?" You asked, the volume of your voice rising. "What do you think I am, a youngling?"

"I am more than certain you can take on any attacker, Y/N. What worries me is how much is still unknown..." Obi-Wan cut himself off, fingering something in his pocket.

"The Chancellor himself suggested Anakin accompany you," Master Yuma said, "and I'm not about to disagree. We don't know what we're facing here, Y/N. If you have to impersonate the target of an assassination attempt, I'd rather you do so with a companion."

You sat there, pouting. You would have crossed your arms, had one of your wrists not been hooked up to an IV.

"Anakin?" Master Obi-Wan said expectantly, looking at his Padawan. The two of them seemed to have some kind of silent conversation. There was a lot of complexity in the emotions involved. You tried to parse through it, but gave up. What did it matter, why Anakin didn't want to be around you? That was his problem. You were done worrying about his insolence.

"Okay," Anakin agreed, sighing, the defiance in his Force presence turning to a deep sadness. This confused you even more. "When do we leave?"

"In a few days," Master Yuma answered, watching your face. "Once Y/N has recovered. You'll be departing to Levangé, Senator Voure's home world. There, you will pretend to be the senator, hiding out at one of their political safehouses."

"What's that?" you asked Master Obi-Wan, seeing him fingering something small in his hands. He started, as if he were unaware of his movements, deep in his thoughts.

"The pursuer dart," Obi-Wan explained reluctantly.

"The one that tried to kill Senator Grano?" you asked, crinkling your eyebrows.

"And you, if you remember correctly," Master Obi-Wan said, sighing. "Look at this." He held the broken pieces of the pursuer dart out for you to look at, fingering them carefully. You had to squint, but you could see the small, mysterious markings on the side of the dart.

"What does it mean?" you asked, breathing, looking back up at Obi-Wan.

"We aren't sure," Master Yuma said. "But while you two are on Levangé, we plan to find out."

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Solitude (Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader)

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Summary: While on Tatooine, Obi-Wan stumbles upon someone in need of help, someone he thought was long dead.

Warnings:none really

Word Count: 1.3k

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After two weeks of living on Tatooine, Obi-Wan fully understood why Anakin hates sand. No matter where you stand on the planet, there is bound to be grains of sand practically embedded into your skin. On the first couple of days of his residency, he tried to sweep the sand out of his rocky cave, but sand always came back in, so he gave up, chuckling to himself as he recounts tales Anakin has told him about how the sand literally gets everywhere. The more and more he thinks about what Anakin has told him over the years, the more he realizes that Anakin has always been right. Anakin was right about the Council being manipulated. Anakin was right about the sand. Anakin was right about Obi-Wan’s feelings towards you and in his own hubris, Obi-Wan didn’t believe him.

Well, it doesn’t matter now. Not when everybody he’s known and cared for has died. Sighing in regret, Obi-Wan gets out of his bed and looks around his barren cave. How did things fall apart so quickly?

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You pinch the bridge of your nose as you look around you, only spotting sand for miles on end. After successfully contacting at least one surviving Jedi, Yoda didn’t waste any time in telling you to fly to Tatooine to complete your training. How are you supposed to complete your training? The wise GrandMaster didn’t tell you, but he sure did give you coordinates to Tatooine.

Fiddling with a bracelet on your wrist, you smile fondly at the piece of jewelry before a frown falls on your face. You remember the last time you’ve seen Obi-Wan like it was yesterday, except it was about a year ago and you don’t know if he’s alive or if he was one of the fallen, massacred by the clones. Stashing your lightsaber in the hem of your pants, you quickly make your way towards the town, hopefully finding something, anything, that will guide you to where Yoda wants you to go.

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“Thank you very much.” Obi-Wan bows to the stable keeper before walking over and taking a hold of the reins of his eopie, Akkani, guiding her out of the stable and into the warm Tatooine evening. It wasn’t his first choice to be a meat butcher, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Despite the twin suns setting, Anchorhead seems busier than it was in the morning causing Obi-Wan to look around in suspense, hoping that no one will recognize him; however his search is stopped when he catches a whiff of something… familiar.

Deciding to follow in the direction of the scent, Obi-Wan guides Akkani until he hears muffled warbling with a female voice, a voice that’s too familiar. “It can’t be.” He ties Akkani to a post and rounds the corner and low and behold, you’re being backed into a corner, surrounded by a multitude of large, threatening figures. Obi-Wan bites his lip in contemplation. It’s obvious that it’s you and Obi-Wan can’t help but feel his heart beat again by being near you, but, he has a duty to the boy, to Anakin, to protect the boy from anything and anyone that poses a threat and if he comes out of hiding to protect you, he risks unnecessary exposure that could ruin everything.

The thought that he would put Luke over you makes him pause in contemplation. Is he seriously going to still follow the same set of beliefs that killed his brother? Is he going to put you underneath a one year old?

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“I don’t have anything you want.” You try to cower into yourself, making yourself as small as possible so it wouldn’t be easy for them to hit but to no avail as the aliens keep pressing in, angrily warbling in their language, a language you can’t understand. Now realistically, you could easily take them on. You could easily put them in their place, but that would require the use of the force and a lightsaber and if anyone saw, you’d be hanged.

“There you are,” a voice interrupts and your eyes open sharply, trying to locate the voice. The voice that is so unmistakable. The voice that you have missed. The voice that you have dreamed about. The voice that gains the attention of your assailants who turn around, leaving a small spot for you to crawl out of toward the someone who has taken your breath away on more than one occasion. “Sorry for any commotion my wife has caused, she’s a troublemaker. How can I fix this?” Obi-Wan’s hand grips onto your bicep, gently pulling your shocked body up and behind him, keeping a firm hand on your wrist as the aliens wave their hand dismissively, deeming Obi-Wan a threat enough to not really bother with it as they walk away, leaving you and Obi-Wan alone in the alley.

“Obi?” You face him, looking into the same pair of eyes that you’re in love with before Obi-Wan is pressing a hand against your mouth, his eyes hard and the gears in his head turning.

“Shh, you can’t say that name out loud. They’re looking for me. It’s Ben. Only Ben. Understand?” You nod your head in agreement as he removes his hand from your mouth only for you to jolt forward, jumping into his arms and letting out a cry in relief.

“I thought you were dead.”

“I know, I thought you were dead too.” Obi-Wan clutches onto you tighter, scared that if he were to let go then you would once again disappear. He can’t deny how his heart is practically pounding in his chest. All those feelings he had tried to suppress are now coming to the surface and he holds onto you just a little bit tighter, burying his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. “How did you find me? Why are you here?”

“Our old teacher sent me. He told me that I would finish my training here. I didn’t know why, but I guess now I do. I have something to tell you,” you comment, pulling away from him and taking his face into your hands. “I love you. I know you probably don’t return my feelings as you’ve never given me any indication whenever you were around, but I don’t want to hide from my feelings anymore. Ben, I love you so much and I would rather be damned than not tell you.”

“Oh my dear.” Obi-Wan doesn’t know what to say. He has longed to hear those words for years but his duty had always tied him down, and now he has a duty to protect the boy and he doesn’t know what complications you could cause. “Kriff the complications,” Obi-Wan comments to himself, confusing you for a split second before he’s crashing his lips to yours, the Force around you exploding as you kiss back, holding him as close as possible as your lips mold together perfectly, as if they were made for each other.

After a moment, Obi-Wan is the first to pull away, a hand reaching up and cupping your cheek, causing you to lean into it. “I love you too, darling. I’m sorry I made you believe otherwise, but believe me, I love you so much. If you stay on Tatooine, if you stay with me, I can’t guarantee an easy life. I have a mission to complete, you must understand.”

You shake your head as Obi-Wan prepares himself for rejection. He doesn’t even want to live on Tatooine, so he’s definitely not expecting you to either. “I don’t care. I want to be with you, come what may.”

“I’m so happy to hear you say that. Come, let’s get out of here.” Obi-Wan pulls up his hood as you mimic him before you grab ahold of his hand, causing him to smile. For the first time since he went into isolation, Obi-Wan feels a glimmer of hope and happiness, and it’s 100% thanks to you.

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Saw the prompt and had to request it. Obi-wan x Fem!Reader + "I'm tired of fighting"

Man you're fast! But sure, it's a pretty good match up.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader

Tags: secret relationship, Clone Wars, cuddles, bathing together, tired Obi-Wan Kenobi, caring Reader

A/N: I completely can see Obi-Wan being like this. The Kenobi show keeps making him suffer, I just want him to be happy damn it.

You're used to Obi-Wan coming home tired and with a few bruises

He always greets with a kiss first, asking about your day, saying how he missed you

Never has much of an apatite, he usually eats at the Temple and in the morning

When he takes a relaxing bath later he likes to take it with you, not for anything dirty because most of the time he's too tired for that, but rather because he always feels more relaxed when he's with you and he likes it when you two wash each other's back while talking softly

Nightmares are an often occurrence for him

He always says sorry for waking you up, which always leads you to saying that it's no trouble at all, you're his girlfriend, a secret one, but still his girlfriend

Obi-Wan likes to lay his head on your chest to calm down while you smooth your hands through his hair

It's not the first time he's expressed this but when he tells you that he's tired of fighting you feel him relax against you, like a giant burden has been lifted off his chest by saying it

He knows he can't though, there's too much at stake, he has people he needs to protect, he has trusted comrades, friends and he has you too

So he'll keep fighting no matter what, as long as he has you to welcome him home after every fight

While that might seem like a distant dream right now, you'd love to settle down with him when the war is over, on some remote, peaceful planet where you can live out the rest of your lives without worry

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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No Better Time

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,656

Summary: It was clear that the two of you always trusted each other more than anyone else, so much so that others in the Order began to notice. And when Anakin finally says something to his master about it, Obi-Wan finds himself breaking the Jedi Code for his best friend.

Requested By: anonymous

Note: i hope i’ve captured the vibe you were looking for with this trope anon, and i hope you enjoy the fic!!

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“I hope you’ve actually come to help this time,” Obi-Wan’s voice came through the earpiece you were wearing as you flew your ship into the active battlefield surrounding Corellia, taking out a group of buzz droids that had just landed on one of the Republic’s large cruisers. “It’s really inconvenient when I have to save you from certain death you know.”

You rolled your eyes at the snarky tone of your best friend. “Says the man who got hit with a falling rock on Dantooine and had to be babysat while everyone else destroyed the Separatist base,” you responded playfully.

“That doesn’t count!”

“Why not? It’s not like I try to get hurt!”

“Maybe so, but-”

But Obi-Wan’s words were cut off as a new voice came through the channel. “As much as I’m interested in this conversation, we have other things to deal with at the moment, Master.”

“Don’t worry Anakin,” you said. “Just focus on your job, and we’ll make sure we do ours.”

The younger Jedi didn’t respond, likely due to the droid fighters that were now chasing his ship, but you knew he had heard you.

After looping around and shooting at the droids that followed you, your ship stopped for a moment next to Obi-Wan’s, and you glanced over to share a quick smile with him. “Ready?” he asked, his smile too big to have been expressed the middle of a war zone.

“Always. What formation are we working with?”

“The way we flew on the Batuu mission.”

“Alright,” you nodded, but then sent him over a harsh glare as you realized what he was suggesting. “Wait, why do I have to be the bait? We both know I’m a better pilot than you!”

“Sorry, no time to change the plan, let’s go!” Obi-Wan’s fighter shot off in the direction of the large Separatist cruiser, and you just huffed in response before following him, making a silent vow to get back at him for this.

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It wasn’t until weeks later that you finally saw Obi-Wan again after another mission. You weren’t worried about him, as he had assured you before he left that this particular assignment was nothing but simple diplomacy. You had laughed, telling him that providing a Jedi escort for Senator Amidala could absolutely mean he would see some kind of trouble, and he just shook his head at you before wrapping you in a tight embrace.

You didn’t normally get many visitors to your room, so when you heard a knock at the door right as you were starting to get ready for bed, you didn’t really have to wonder who it could be. It was not uncommon for you and Obi-Wan to spend time in each others’ spaces after you returned from different assignments and missions, and you smiled at him as you opened the door, but you immediately could tell that something was weighing on him.

“Is everything alright?” you asked as he stepped through the door, almost immediately dropping himself onto the plush couch by the window. You plopped down next to him, not bothering to try and hide the worried expression on your face. “Did something happen on this mission?”

“Do you think we’re too close to each other?”

“What are you talking about?” Whatever you thought might come out of his mouth, this definitely wasn’t it. Yes, you knew that your relationship with Obi-Wan was different than your relationship with every other Jedi in the temple, but you never once thought of it as wrong, or as if that closeness was somehow a bad thing. You were both well aware of the code that you had sworn to follow, and even though you couldn’t deny the fact that you had feelings for your oldest and dearest friend, you never once acted on them.

“Do you think our friendship, our trust for each other above everyone else, is breaking the Code?”

“Not even a little,” you said softly, reaching out to take his hand. “My trust in you has never once hindered me from working with any other Jedi, and I have always been fully aware of the life I have chosen to live. Why are you so worried all of the sudden?” you asked. “Did someone say something to you?”

“Anakin did,” he admitted. “Has anyone ever said something to you?”

“Master Yoda has made an offhand comment or two,” you admitted. “About how not many young Jedi are able to sustain the strong bonds they make as padawans, but we have always remained as close as we were at that age. He understands what we have been through together has forged a bond between us that is stronger than anyone else I know, but obviously he doesn’t see it as too much of an issue, since we’re both on the Jedi council.”

“True,” Obi-Wan said, and you could see the tension in his shoulders lessen ever-so-slightly.

“What did Anakin say to you?” you asked gently. You were no stranger to the blunt way that his former padawan often spoke, as you had helped to raise him, and you considered him just as much your padawan as he was Obi-Wan’s.

“Just his usual questioning of the aspects of Jedi life, but he did assume that you and I were romantically involved,” Obi-Wan said, piquing your interest as he began to tell the story.

“Anakin, be mindful of your feelings, I can sense the strength of your emotions quite easily,” Obi-Wan said. They were currently standing off to the side while Senator Amidala mingled and spoke with her fellow politicians and other important people in attendance.

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

“Oh really? Because anyone with eyes could see the glare you just shot that poor Senator from Iloh after Padmé smiled at him. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were getting attached after working closely with her so many times.”

“Good thing you don’t know better then, right?” Anakin’s tone was sharp, and Obi-Wan could tell that there was much he didn’t know about his actions and relationships behind closed doors. “And how can you lecture me about attachments when you’re not the shining example of attachment free living?”

“What are you talking about?” Obi-Wan had always kept his emotions close to his chest, following the Code to a letter despite the constant pull of temptation: his feelings and constantly growing affection for you. But there was no way Anakin could know about that, it was something he would take to the grave.

“Come on Master, don’t make me say her name.”

So it was you Anakin was thinking of. Immediately Obi-Wan’s heart dropped, wondering how obvious his feelings must be to everyone else now too. He quickly mumbled something about his trust in you not being romantic and in no way inhibiting his daily life before Anakin was called away to do something for Senator Amidala.

He really needed to figure out his feelings, and the worry that his attachment to you was too great started to grip his soul.

You listened with a sympathetic ear as Obi-Wan spoke, all the while trying to figure out if he felt the same way about you that you did about him. You could tell that he was leaving aspects of his story out, and a very selfish part of you hoped that he did feel that way about you, even if you knew you could never act on it. You were so lost in your own thoughts that you almost didn’t hear what Obi-Wan said next.

Almost being the key word there.

“My attachment to you has always been more than the Code would allow.”

Your voice was slightly shaky as you responded. “As has mine.”

“No,” he said quietly, reaching out to take your hand. “Our trust and faith in each other has always been one thing, but I couldn’t stop myself from falling in love with you, no matter what the Jedi Code said about the way we were to live our lives.”

You couldn’t help the way your heart soared at his words, knowing that he did indeed feel the same way, and you knew you had to confess as well. “Obi-Wan, I have always felt something more for you than any other person in the galaxy, and you’re right, it’s not just trust and care. It seems we both love each other in a way that we were completely unprepared to experience.”

After you finished speaking, he moved forward on the couch so that you and him were inches apart, and he slowly leaned in. He stopped when his face was just barely inches away from yours, as if to give you an out should you decide that you did not want this with him.

But instead of pulling away, you leaned in closer, closing the gap between you two and pressing your lips to his.

The kiss was tentative at first. Both of you melted almost immediately after it began, a side effect of all the repressed emotions you had kept secret from the other for who knows how many years. Your arms came up to rest on his shoulders, and his hands found a home on your waist as you kept each other as close as you could possibly be.

When you finally broke apart, the look on his face was one of pure love and adoration, and you were sure that you were wearing a similar expression. “I don’t know what this means for us, but-” he started to speak, but you cut him off.

“Let’s not worry about the future right now,” you said softly, leaning in to kiss him again. “Right now, all I want to think about is you.”

And as the evening light came through the windows of your Jedi Temple apartment, it was like there was no one else in the galaxy but you and Obi-Wan.

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