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milleneumfulcrum · 2 years

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Infinite Sadness II (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

part one here

Pairing | Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Word Count | 1,331

Warnings | more description of wounds, light description of ptsd, pure hurt/comfort

Tala comes back empty-handed, and you have yours full of Obi-Wan. The ship is one and a half less than it should be.

"Keep him breathing," Tala says, as if you are not already trying with every fiber of your very being. Obi-Wan is no more conscious than he was before, but the little smear of bacta you'd used against his charred flesh was drying up. You know he recognizes you, though, because whenever he manages to loll his head to the side and blink bleary-blue eyes up at you, his breathing slows in a stifled, calm sort of way that desperately tries to tell you I'm okay. But he's not, and when the facade becomes too demanding, Obi-Wan whimpers again. His fingers lace and unlace between yours like the contractions of his chest, hurried and panicked and pained.

"I need help; get the bacta tank prepared!"

Tala is shouting even before the ship's ramp fully descends, helping you haul Obi-Wan onto a makeshift stretcher. You cradle his head and stumble along as they drag him away, rushing through nameless landmarks and faceless spectators. They see you, with your lightsaber and your anonymity, and they are impressed. They see Obi-Wan, with his broken body and his thousand bounties, and despair.

He is unconscious again when you reach the tank. This is good, because they have no sedatives to spare in this rusty cavern of survivors. You do not even let Tala help prepare him for the tank, undressing him with a gentle hand until only his modesty is left. It's not the first time you've seen him bare, but the fresh burns sicken you. You strap him into the harness alone, watching as the bacta droid lowers him in.

"He'll be okay," Tala tries to reassure you, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder. "It'll just take time."

"We need to find Leia," You choke out instead, and Obi-Wan's prone figure reflects in your bleak gaze. Tala accepts this and leaves you to watch over him alone. There is only ever one guardian angel.

Obi-Wan does not take to the bacta tank. He thrashes behind a wall of bubbled air, expelled haphazardly from the respirator. You reach out in the Force and his eyes snap open, aware and yet unseeing. He struggles to the rim of the tank and spits out the apparatus, clutching the glass like a lifeline. You can't bring yourself to protest as the droid hauls him out again, rushing to unclip the harness you'd so lovingly done up mere hours ago.

"You still need to rest," You warned, trying to sharpen a stern edge into your voice. Obi-Wan, still dripping with bacta, sweeps you into his arms. I need you, you think he says. His shoulders shake.

"Please come with me," He whispers, and you lead him back to the little cot Tala had sectioned you into, with sheets that still lay untouched. You dry him off and dress him in a grey tunic- one that looked so very much like his robes- before pulling him down into bed. Carefully.

"Leia?" Obi-Wan asks again, before he cannot find the words to do so. You shake your head, whisper-soft.

"They're looking."

"Who?"

You ponder the question for a moment, a word almost slipping from your tongue. Friends. But these were not friends, not just yet. You knew in your heart, through the Force, that these people wanted Obi-Wan gone. He was a risk; a liability. You did not consider those types of people friends.

"I don't know yet," You responded after a long moment. "But we are safe, even if only for now."

Obi-Wan curls into you, and he is so quiet that it takes a long moment to recognize that he is weeping. Your fingers comb through his hair, featherlight and forgiving, and you shift to the side to envelop him in the covers. You know what you wish for now.

"I failed her."

His voice is dug straight from the grave. For a moment, you can scarcely even think, your fingers faltering even in their simple path from his temple to his upper spine.

"No," You respond, if a little forcefully. There is no explanation that you haven't already given Obi-Wan, so deep does his guilt lie in everything. This? You are afraid he cannot take much more now. "You didn't fail her, Obi-Wan."

There is laughter somewhere behind your shoulder, beyond the soft privacy that the meager metal curtains provide. You frown- don't they know you are mourning? - and pull Obi-Wan tighter to your chest. He responds with a twist of his fingers into your shirt, knotting you there as if he was afraid you too would slip away, and shudders.

"Did-" He licks his lips, dry again already despite the bacta. "Did Anakin... did he...?"

Obi-Wan cannot bring himself to finish his query, far too afraid of what the answer may be. You understand regardless, shaking your head in a slight and gentle way.

"No." Your voice is a whisper. "He didn't hurt me."

Your fingers brush over his skin again, and for once, the universe is kind. Although Obi-Wan has not spent the full submersion time in the bacta tank, his burns are mostly healed. The rest would scar- but he was no stranger to that.

"I'm afraid," He admits, and that you are a stranger to. "She knows everything, and they will stop at nothing to obtain that information. She's just a child; s-she's only ten. I can't-"

Obi-Wan's voice breaks and he cuts himself off sharply. He needs you like he needs to breathe, but vulnerability is not his way. It doesn't matter how many times he's come to you- come for you- it was never easy to fall apart, even if it meant he could be fixed again afterward.

"She's a way to get to you." Always patient, you tuck Obi-Wan into your body, pressing a muted kiss to the top of his hair. "She will remain as long as you are out of reach."

He flinches, turning his head to bury his face into the crook of your neck. You hold him there with infinite gentleness, your lips tracing soft words against his temple. Not your fault, you remind him. Your bodies mirror the other from so long ago, when you'd kiss each new scar the war gave him with tenderness unparalleled. Obi-Wan had always seemed to look at you in wonder, as if each time was the first that you'd done such a thing.

"She was captured because of me," Obi-Wan croaks, his voice breaking like a promise. "I never should've left her there. Now she- he could realize-"

It was you who cut him short now, pulling away just enough to surge forwards and kiss him. He tastes like the sting of bacta as you press into him, palms insistent against his chest. In return, Obi-Wan sinks into your touch, parting his lips almost instantly. Your open-mouthed kisses travel to his jaw after a long moment, eliciting a shuddering breath from the man before you.

"Don't say that," You insist, catching his face in your hands. "Obi-Wan, not everything in the galaxy falls to you."

"But this-"

"Obi-Wan."

Your fingers brush through his hair, trying to soothe the brief sting you know that stern tone will inflict. Unsurprisingly, Obi-Wan sits in silence, his blue eyes like two oceans against his tired face.

But then your name escapes his lips in a whisper, and he is pulling you back for another kiss. Desperate hands grip at your shirt, fumbling and unsteady, and he finds your mouth with a soft noise of need.

"I'm sorry," He whispers, when you pull apart to breathe. Your smile is a softness he has only ever known with you.

"You are stronger than you believe," You hum. "But I will always be here to share the burden."

And when you stride through the caves, intent on finding Tala, Obi-Wan is a Jedi again.

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qqueenofhades · 2 years

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“Obi-Wan Kenobi” as Queer Text: Love, Violence, Masculinity, and Their Deconstruction

Right, so. This meta has been swilling murkily around in my head ever since I finished the series last night, and I finally figured out, more or less, how I wanted to put it into words. This builds on my previous metas (here and here) about the show’s constant and conscious rejection of all the Badass Toxic-Masculinity Tough Loner Action Hero tropes when it comes to Obi-Wan, and how that deeply informs how his relationships with Leia, Anakin, Tala, Reva, and other characters are conceptualized, acted, and written. Since the show is designed to reward complex and multi-layered emotional investment and a deep knowledge of Star Wars, its characters, themes, and dynamics, this is another case where I am excited to get my teeth into the source and do some proper Literary Analysis (TM). As ever, in the usual tradition of queer-focused critical hermeneutics, this is not intended to impose one singular or ultimate reading or interpretation on the text, but to open up possibilities for conversation. Whether you agree with my conclusions is, of course, up to you, but I thought it was worth putting all of this in one place.

As most of you probably know, I am an academic historian in real life who works on premodern and early modern queer history as one of my primary subject areas, and hence that is the background that informs this meta. One of the chief challenges in this field of study is how to identify queer experiences at all: is it by careful inferences of language, deliberate omission, pointed metaphors or religious/literary signifiers, official records or narratives, or something else entirely? Obviously, premodern queer people didn’t have the extensive micro-labeling vocabulary that has developed today, but they still had rich experiences and a variety of ways to record those experiences, whether through themselves or (far more usually) third-party chroniclers who are not necessarily interested in telling us anything useful about the queer experience or queer individual -- rather, they often (though again, not always) want to efface or remove it from collective memory. However, premodern queer people themselves also engaged in this project of linguistic reclamation, so that they used the same words as heteronormative society but imbued them with different meanings and references. Some of that is discussed below.

First, to briefly sum up my previous metas: Obi-Wan, as a main character and a hard-bitten protagonist of a sci-fi action series, rejects almost every single stereotyped character trait that you would expect from him. He’s emotionally available (indeed, he spends most of his time trying to get AWAY from all that emotional availability, the poor man), he’s soft, gentle, not fond of confrontation, prefers to defend rather than attack, and spends much of his time being led by and reacting to the agency of powerful female characters (including in Tala and Reva, powerful women of color). He likewise runs around after young Leia, and has to take care of her, rescue her, and provide the paternal nurturing that her biological father can’t. However, I LOVE how this series emphasizes the importance of adopted families and the strength of their love and care for their children, whether it’s Bail and Breha with Leia or Owen and Beru with Luke. There’s absolutely no question that the series beautifully upholds and ferociously affirms that your chosen family is your real family, that the Organas and the Larses are Leia and Luke’s real parents as much as their biological parents, and that Reva’s grief and anger over her chosen family/classmates/friends being murdered in the Temple is an absolutely valid reason to seek revenge on Anakin/Vader (and indeed, to ultimately turn away from it). As queer people are often unfortunately used to choosing their own families and having to form new support networks in the wake of rejection from hostile birth families, the fact that the series leans so hard into their affirmation is a quiet but lovely example of its consistent queer subtext.

Next, Deborah Chow (the series’ director, who also worked on The Mandalorian and its similar story of a tough lone-wolf warrior being forced to bond with and nurture a small Force-sensitive child), openly conceived the central emotional conflict as being not a fistfight between two macho soldiers who hate each other, but the tender, gentle, and terribly traumatic aftermath of a love story:

As I’ve said before, it doesn’t particularly matter how you interpret Obi-Wan and Anakin’s relationship, but the point is that their love and the terrible consequences of its loss was intentionally foregrounded, allowed to inform the entire narrative, and underscored by some of the most gutting emotional moments in all of the extant Star Wars canon. This isn’t the usual “oh well if the fans read into it, we’re glad they got something out of it” straight-person cop-out. This is the director of the series telling us explicitly that she too saw it and directed it intentionally as a love story, and that the interpretation that queer fans (such as myself) have of it as such is completely valid. Just going off my own personal interpretation here, wherein I see Obi-Wan and Anakin’s love for each other as romantic but not necessarily sexual, there are a multiplicity of queer perspectives that are made possible as a result. Obi-Wan grieving and still being desperately in love with Anakin (which honestly, I think is the only conclusion you can draw from canon), but also being asexual, is a different spin on the usual “gay” love story. Affirming Obi-Wan as a biromantic asexual, if you see him as in love with Anakin and probably also Padme, but not sexually involved with either one, is just one possibility of a nuanced queer story. Especially with all the nasty ace-exclusionist discourse that certain bad actors in the queer community continue to perpetuate, the categorization of Obi-Wan as an asexual hero who nonetheless certainly has nothing “wrong” with him, and saves the day repeatedly with the sheer depths of his love, compassion, and care for others even in the darkest of hours, is a very powerful statement.

Likewise, Vader’s toxic masculinity (his anger, hatred, and constant desire to punish, manipulate, and murder everyone around him) and its destructive consequences are explicitly framed by the narrative as bad, and that they will never lead to happiness, self-fulfillment, or lasting peace, even if you gain some temporary, transient power from it in the meantime. Vader himself is so transparently miserable that his constant taunts to Obi-Wan to “finish what he started” read as a desperate plea to the one person left in the entire galaxy who still loves him, to just put him out of his misery. Yet instead of doing that, Obi-Wan (after being trapped in a literal and emotional pit) gets himself out of it with the power of love (his love for Luke, Leia, and Anakin himself), and then when he finally has been able to physically overpower Vader and break the helmet keeping him alive... he freezes. Because inside is Anakin’s face, Anakin’s real face, and it’s the first time Obi-Wan has seen it in ten years. Please excuse me while I sue Ewan McGregor for emotional damages real quick. Because that look.... the tender, disbelieving smile, the gasp, the instant of joy before the terrible realization hit... I’m sorry. I can deal with none of it.

And then Obi-Wan goes on to do the least Toxic Macho Asshole thing possible: he cries openly, he apologizes to Anakin for everything, and even then, he wishes more than anything that they didn’t have to go back to being mortal enemies who are beating the shit out of each other. And even in the depths of his own hate and darkness, Anakin/Vader offers Obi-Wan a sort of twisted absolution, relieving him from the burden of guilt that he’s been bearing for ten years. Don’t be sad, Obi-Wan, he says. You didn’t kill Anakin; this isn’t your failure, this isn’t your fault. I did it. I killed Anakin Skywalker, not you.

Seeing as Anakin in ROTS was in the place of blaming Obi-Wan for everything, and told him explicitly that this was his fault, this is a terrible dark tenderness on Vader’s part, even if it’s born out of hatred. Obi-Wan has spent so long blaming himself for that, and to hear Vader say that it’s not his fault, is... oddly affirming, because it comes from the one person who has the least reason to lie. Obi-Wan can let go and walk away (as indeed he does) because there’s nothing left of Anakin Skywalker in Darth Vader’s mechanical shell, and he can go back to his chosen life of protecting and watching over what does remain of Anakin’s light and goodness: i.e. the twins. I’ve also mentioned before how Obi-Wan and Anakin remind me very much of medieval knights, who were encouraged to love each other more than anything else, but there was some concern that their relationship would then turn sexual. (See my gay knights meta.) Obviously, there’s a correlation between Jedi knights and medieval knights, who both lived in a religious order of warriors dedicated to a particular chivalric code and certain moral precepts of justice and authority. These medieval knights were also seen as “brothers” in a holy partnership (the ritual that some LGBTQ historians, including John Boswell, proposed as a potential form of “medieval gay marriage” was called adelphopoiesis, or “brother-making.”) So when Obi-Wan calls Anakin his brother and his friend, he is also alluding to the ways in which these words were used throughout history to convey a broader spectrum of male relationships and feelings than homophobic heteronormative modern-day society now allows for them. Likewise, Obi-Wan and Anakin remind me powerfully of “Poem” by Langston Hughes:

If you know Hughes, a Harlem Renaissance-era African-American poet and writer, you are probably aware that, as with most historical figures of unclear sexuality, biographers argue over what he “really” was or how he identified. This is, in my view, rather pointless. Hughes was deeply attracted aesthetically and romantically to men and wrote poems for them, but he remained closeted due to “respectability politics” and the fact that, as a Black man who had obtained entrance to white academic and intellectual circles, it was already bad enough for them that he was, you know, Black; being openly queer as well would not be possible. So if you have the subtext of a queer man who may or may not have ever fully acknowledged his own sexuality writing a poem mourning the loss of a “friend,” it’s easy to understand the unspoken love, longing, and grief that might not have any more complicated or specialist vocabulary available to it. It’s the same, at least in my view, with how Obi-Wan uses it when he talks to/about Anakin. Because it’s clearly so much more than any ordinary friendship, but at its heart, that is still what it is. I loved my friend. He went away from me. There’s nothing more to say.

Anyway, the themes of race, power, and queerness bring us nicely to Reva. I reblogged this meta before the show was released, which criticized the new SW media’s willingness to add villains of color, seemingly for token cosmetic diversity, without addressing the particular reason (both in- and out-of-universe) that the Empire is traditionally made up of white British-accented men. I totally agreed with it, and I was watching carefully to see what they did with Reva and how they handled her. I still think there’s a little more that they could have developed/fleshed out, but overall, I absolutely loved her and the way in which her arc was used as the unpredictable element in a story where we otherwise know how everything turns out and where the characters are going to end up in order to set up A New Hope. I knew from the first scene of the first episode that Reva was one of the younglings in the Temple during Order 66, and I likewise figured right away that was why she had a grudge against Obi-Wan; she blamed him for not stopping Anakin and protecting her friends and family from being slaughtered. And of course, it turned out that I was right; her flashback scene in episode 5, when she’s speaking to Obi-Wan through the door, was absolutely harrowing. As was her ultimate realization in episode 6, when she’s about to kill Luke, that she is becoming Vader and doing the exact same thing he did, and that she has to ultimately reject and overcome it.

Reva was a fine line to walk as a character, because there was the risk of playing her too much as a Strong Angry Black Woman stereotype, and of course the fandom racists couldn’t resist pissing in their racist Cheerios about the fact that she dared to exist at all. However, the show also did something unusual in completely validating Reva’s anger. It allowed her to be right about being upset that Vader slaughtered her and her classmates and the older Jedi and institutional power structures that were supposed to keep her safe totally failed at that job. It didn’t play down or excuse that horror, and it ultimately served as the catalyst for Reva to turn back to the light side of her own volition and recognizance (when Obi-Wan offered his hand and helped her up from her knees in episode 6, telling her that she was right to choose mercy.... Tears, y’all, Tears). She was paralleled with the white-male-hero-Chosen One, Anakin, who of course totally blew that to hell and fell to the dark side instead. Reva starts out on the dark side, as a Black female antiheroine, and then goes through the exact inverse of Vader’s character arc; she ultimately overcomes obstacles where he failed and makes the choice to be better than she was before, whereas Vader can’t manage it almost until his death, when he saves Luke and kills Palpatine in ROTJ. This blunt subversion of white male heteronormativity, this unexpected positioning of Reva as the Chosen One (she did what Anakin was supposed to and couldn’t do), is likewise a deeply queer-coded challenge to the traditional structure of (white masculine) authority, again both inside the Star Wars universe and in our own.

This is also the case with Tala, in a slightly different way. I can’t tell you how fast I went “something’s not right here” when she was first introduced in episode 3, wearing an Imperial officer’s uniform, because we have indeed only seen white men wearing those. The very second that Tala, a woman of color, showed up wearing one, I was like .... hold on, what’s going on here. Of course, it’s soon revealed that she is the leader of a rebel cell hidden beneath the Empire’s very nose, and is using their own trappings directly against them. The scene where she shuts up the interfering junior lieutenant by ordering him to treat her as his commanding officer and call her sir... oh man, that was good. Likewise when she can’t get out of the next pickle, she straight-up kills the dude and then calmly goes back to advising Obi-Wan over the comlink. Tala often dresses and acts like a man, and not just that, the Toxic White Masculinity Power Trip that the Empire embodies. But it’s a mask, a deliberate “performance” of gender a la Judith Butler, to co-opt that power for the purpose of helping the oppressed, including and especially the people that the Empire is committing genocide on (i.e. Jedi and anyone tangentially connected to them). Tala is once again demonstrating the show’s philosophy that the Empire’s white-male-supremacist violence and pursuit of ultimate power is wrong, and that the real heroes are those people working to subvert it at any cost (including, eventually, Tala’s own life). She moves freely and gender-fluidly between “performances” of toxic masculinity for cover purposes, and her own authentic self as a committed and passionate feminine rebel leader, right in the Empire’s plain sight. Damn. Once again, this show did not have to go that hard, and yet.

Likewise, even with the more minor supporting characters of color (Roken, Haja) the series makes sure that Obi-Wan, the white male hero, supports and uplifts them. He tells Roken to continue as a leader because he’s good at it; he tells Haja that his word is good enough for him to trust, even when Haja points out that it’s coming from a con man and fake Jedi. I have also mentioned how we were all thoroughly head-faked out to think that the series would focus on Obi-Wan and little Luke -- NOPE, it was Obi-Wan and little Leia (who have had almost no meaningful interaction in other SW properties to date). By putting so much of the emotional resonance of the series on the shoulders of a young female child actor (and Vivien Lyra Blair absolutely killed it), which could have been mawkish, overly sentimental, cringe-worthy, or just flat-out bad if it was handled wrongly, they gave incredible depth to Leia as a character and the events of the original trilogy, and prized Leia as the ultimate heroine and fearless political leader that she is (we don’t talk about Bruno the sequels in this house, but yes). This is what I mean when I say that the show deeply respects and cherishes what Star Wars, at its best, has always been about. It didn’t reduce Leia, flatten her, minimize her, randomly destroy her life/relationships just for grimdark lulz (yes, sequel trilogy, STILL LOOKING AT YOU) or do anything but provide an absolutely affirming and deeply adoring portrayal of what the character has been for 40+ years, and why she has had such a deep impact on so many girls and women. I so wish Carrie Fisher could have seen it, because she would have loved it so much.

By having Obi-Wan interact with Leia and learn from her and take strength from her, as much or more than Leia learned from him, it also underscored the series’ deeply feminist ethos, and the way that Obi-Wan gets confidence to move forward in his life, and recommit himself to his purpose as a Jedi, because of his ability to love her as his own child (and he is indeed, yet again, the narrative foil and stand-in for Anakin, who has deliberately chosen to separate himself from any possibility of providing that fatherly love.) This is when he finally gets to see Qui-Gon again, who has apparently just been chilling in the desert all this time, not-so-patiently waiting for Obi-Wan to finish eating his breakup ice cream and blasting his breakup songs and, y’know, get on with it. Obi-Wan’s slow, painful, agonizing recovery from death and trauma and unbearable, savage grief isn’t made out to be cheap or easy or something that can be done overnight; after all, it’s been 10 years since Revenge of the Sith when the series starts. It respects the fact that he’s been grieving so desperately all this time, and it doesn’t cheapen it or mock it, but it also gently nudges him, and us, to start thinking about the next step we can take forward, despite that. It’s always deeply connected to Obi-Wan’s love: for Anakin, for Luke and Leia, for Padme, for Qui-Gon, for the Jedi, for what’s true and right and good. We see him struggle and be beaten up and burned to within an inch of his life, but he still continues. And once again, there is a queer resonance in that resilience, and our strength to persist, especially now, in the face of so many hostile forces that seemingly likewise want us to be erased, silenced, and forced back into the shadows. No. We stand up. We fight.

Anyway, tl;dr, Deborah Chow is the only person authorized to do any new Star Wars movies/TV shows from now on. I don’t make the rules.

#star wars #sw meta #kenobi #kenobi spoilers #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obi wan x anakin #reva sevander #tala durith #leia organa #queer history

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starwarsshipsbracket · 5 months

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Round 1 - Bracket #12

#obitala #obi wan x tala #boba x fennec #obi wan kenobi series #the book of boba fett

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book-place · 2 years

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Light at the End

Warnings: Obi-Wan series spoilers, selling spices, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Obi-Wan x reader platonic

Request: Requests for platonic relationships in Obi Wan. How bout that random drug dealer girl who helped him out and him. Maybe after all the stuff concludes with Leia he goes back and helps get her out of whatever situation she is in because 'she was someone's daughter once too' and Obi Wan just can't sleep at night without trying to help her if she wants it.

Request by: @reveriewriting

*not my gif*

Summary: After resolving everything with Luke and Leia, Obi-Wan had one thing left to take care of

A/N: This one was written very late at night, but it might not be half bad ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“I was someone’s daughter once too.”

Those words had been bouncing around in Obi-Wan's head ever since you had spoken them to him.

They were words that he could not stop thinking about. Words that would not leave his head, no matter how hard he tried to forget them.

It left him wondering just how many other people out there were in the same position Leia had been in, that had been ripped away from their families and forced into a life they never wanted with no way back to the lives they used to know and have.

Nobody was there to help any of those kids like he had been there to help Leia.

He supposed that’s why he found himself on a transport ship back to Daiyu, the place that he had practically just been running as fast as he could away from.

After he had brought Leia back to her family and met Luke, he didn’t really know what to do with himself.

He had made the mistake of inserting himself back into the galaxy by going on that rescue mission, and there was way too much pain and suffering for him to just let go and ignore.

Maybe it was to give himself peace of mind, to know that one less person was in a situation like that. Or maybe it was to distract himself from what he had done to Anak- Vader… to Darth Vader.

But all he knew was that he couldn’t sleep at night ever since you had said those six words to him. And it was driving him insane.

He also knew that the odds of ever finding you in a city of that size and population again were as close to none as they could get. He never liked being told the odds, though.

As he roamed the crowded streets, swerving around people, his eyes sharply scanned all of the area around him, looking out for any sign of you.

His steps began to slow as he came upon the place that he had first met you, and took a minute to catch his breath after the nonstop walking he had done after getting off the ship.

Subconsciously, his eyes widened as he looked a few feet to his right and his gaze locked on two people conversing back and forth.

Some man in his early twenties and you.

All he could do was stand in shock of the sight of actually seeing you again as you handed the man a vial of red spice before said man scurried off.

He continued to watch as you pocketed the credits and began scanning the area surrounding you, most likely looking for a new potential customer.

Your eyes widened as well though, when you looked to the side and caught sight of a man you had seen days ago, Obi-wan- not that you even knew his name.

You were even more shocked as his feet began to move in a direction- your direction.

“What are you doing?” You hissed once he was in hearing distance, “Listen, man, I can’t give you anymore free spice. My employer wasn’t too happy last time.”

You shivered slightly at the memory of him finding one less product and not enough money to cover it.

“What?” The man asked in confusion, “I’m not here for anymore spice.”

This made you deflate a little and your eyes turned apologetic, remembering the circumstances that you had actually met him in the first time, “You still haven’t found your daughter, have you?”

“I have.”

A wave of emotions hit you at once. Relief, surprise, down right shock, and a little bit of happiness were all mixed into it.

“Oh.” You breathed out, “That’s good, then.” Then you came to a realization, “But if you have your daughter and you’re not here for more spice… then what are you here for?”

You watched as his eyes darted around from side to side, as if worried that someone would be over hearing your conversation.

Normally, this would have put you on edge, and you would have been ready to run at the first sign of real danger, but something about that man made you feel calm and not at risk.

“Do you remember what you told me when you helped me out?” He asked hurriedly, not bothering to answer your question.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed, “If I’m being completely honest, not really-“

“You told me that you were someone’s daughter once too. That’s why you felt inclined to help me.” He explained, beginning to tap his foot nervously, as if waiting for something to happen.

“So?”

“So I couldn’t stop thinking about that.” He appeared to have calmed down a bit when nobody seemed to be suspicious of the two of you, “I want to help you get out of here.”

“Get me out of-“ You cut yourself short in time to stop your voice from escalating to a yell, “Are you out of your mind?”

“I won’t help you if you don’t feel that you want or need my help.” He tried to explain calmly, putting his hands up almost in a reassuring way.

Your eyes flickered down to the ground, a brief look of defeat crossing your features, “Even if you could get me out of this place, I have nowhere to go.” You told him softly, tone calming down a lot more than before.

The man seemed to consider this for a minute, “Have you ever been to Tatooine?”

You eyed him warily, “That’s a desert planet, right?”

He nodded, “I am actually living there right now, and if you accept my offer to help you then you are more than welcome to live with me until you can provide for yourself.”

You could hardly believe your own ears. A person was offering to help you. There was a way to get out of this life after all, your very own light at the end of the tunnel.

“You really mean that?” You asked him.

“Of course.” He didn’t even hesitate.

A slow grin spread across your face, “Tatooine might just end up being the perfect destination for me.”

Padawans 🧡- @spidyyparker @fabulousapple @femalemarvelself

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #star wars x reader platonic #star wars x reader #obi wan kenobi show #obi wan x reader platonic #obi wan spoilers #obi wan x reader #obi wan x teen reader #teen reader #tala #leia organa #young leia

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politicalmamaduck · 2 years

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Everyone he loved was killed.

Qui-Gon, Satine, nearly the entire Jedi Order, Padmé, and now Tala.

He had no way of knowing if she would have reciprocated his affection. He had not allowed himself to think, to dream, to consider an action other than what they needed to do to survive.

He had not touched anyone, or allowed himself to be touched, like that since Satine.

He thought he would never want that again. But there was something in her dark eyes and soft smile--something beyond being brave, generous, and kind, as everyone he loved was.

(He would still include Anakin in that category, although he could scarcely bear to think of him in his waking hours. Anakin haunted his nightmares, his visions, his dreams. Anakin was dead. Darth Vader was not Anakin.)

It was all too much to bear. The bacta tank did little for the wounds upon his body; ten years in the Tatooine desert had done nothing for the wounds upon his soul.

There would be yet more time there, to brood and think and scream into the vast open dunes, the sky, the netherworld of the Force.

Some things can't be forgotten, but you can try to make them better.

He would return Leia safely to Alderaan, and then return to Luke on Tatooine.

There were two people he loved who had not yet been killed.

He would not let the same fate befall the children. Tala’s sacrifice would not be in vain.

#kenobi spoilers #kenobi show #obi wan kenobi #tala durith #obi wan x tala #obi wan kenobi x tala durith #i don't know if these are the right tags but i'm trying!#My writing #fan fiction #star wars

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tremendouscreationperson · 2 years

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Obi-Wan x Reader

So this is an Obi-Wan fic based during the events of the Kenobi series, there are obviously flashbacks which you’ll love. I wont lie, I sorta just don’t mention Satine so you can decide whether they had a bad breakup or she doesn’t exist. This is mainly Obi-Wan’s POV, it is also a two parter, if anyone is interested.

To think he’d be on a planet that wasn’t dry or course, to be somewhere where it rained, surely it should be enjoyable. But no, he was on a mission, something he hadn’t done for almost eleven years now. He was rusty. The neon lights burnt his eyes in a different way than the sun usually did, the brilliant greens and reds, even the purples, making him pause to take a calming breath.

He’s safe. It’s not as if he could really be hurt any more. His Master, his brother, his friends, his soldiers, his responsibilities. All gone. Despite them winning the war. They defeated Grievous for Makers sake! That was the goal, defeat him and the droids. Stop the Separatists at any cost. A sarcastic huff escaped him as he eyed the propaganda Holos for the ‘NEW EMPIRE’. They were wearing the same armour his troopers wore, why did they attack? Surely there was a reason, surely, they wouldn’t just turn on the Jedi, not Rex, not Cody. He had hoped that Fives was right, that maybe it was programmed into them, but who knows? The Chancellor had banned talk about Fives and Rex wasn’t meant to tell Ahsoka who told Anakin who told him.

Was he wrong to miss the war? Probably.

Obi-Wan shook his head and hurried along, he was on a mission. He must stick to the mission, then get back and continue his observation on the boy. Luke. His name was Luke. And his mission was Leia. Would they every meet? He hoped so. Maybe one day. When its saf-

“Spare any Credits?” Cody? Obi-Wan stopped in surprise. No, but he was wearing 501st armour, he was one of Anakins men. Obi-Wan stared at the familiar face and remembered a time he would be sitting across from it eating, or creating battle plans, or just watching the democratic debates. It was older than Obi-Wan had ever seen, even the ‘reject clones’ never really got this old, or scraggily but he wasn’t one to judge. “Help a veteran get a warm meal?” He held his helmet a bit higher.

Obi-Wan, despite the initial suspicion of being ratted on, threw what he could spare into it. At least this Trooper wasn’t firing at him. Maybe he knew Obi-Wan was no longer a threat, just a tired old man. The Trooper nodded in thanks before his eyes flickered to an imposing Holo behind Obi-Wan’s shoulder. A frown set on his face and he looked away in shame. Obi-Wan turned, eyebrow raised, before sucking in a shaky breath.

There you were on the screen. It was your Jedi Archives portrait. Your eyes bore into his soul, looking dead on; your lips slightly curved into a smile, he could remember being the cause of; and your hair was lime green. He loved the colourful nature of your species, every few months you’d come into the Temple with a new set of armour and hair, he had even compared you to a Mandalorian a few times. Both so expressive and changing in nature. He and you would have long discussions about the meanings behind certain colours and Obi-Wan could tell that you weren’t being completely honest about a few, you were allowed to like the colours for whatever reasons you wanted, you needed no excuse in his eyes.

You had been trained by a Master called Cjuria but she had died at the hands of Ventress, meaning Yoda took over your final years and after that you did help Qui-Gon and himself before Anakin came along. You were basically a co-parent to the boy but he would never admit what that truly meant. Never accept that fact because you and Anakin were gone. You, Anakin, Ahsoka, Padme, Qui-Gon, Rex, Cody, the 212th, Windu, Billaba, Aalya, Fisto, Plo Koon, Quinlan, Yoda, even Jar Jar. There was nothing where he once could feel everyone. An all-consuming nothingness.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t stay here too long.” The Trooper interrupted his wallowing. “Those Inquisitors are nasty.”

Obi-Wan took one last look at this face, the face of his many friends, his men, and now of an unlikely ally. He had wished that all the Clones would live to look like this and now he had seen it he was bitterly disappointed. If Anakin knew a member of the 501st was suffering he’d be livid. If Anakin-

“Thank you.” Kenobi bowed his head before continuing his path to Leia.

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“Obi!” You called from the top of the curved stairwell, launching yourself over the banister from the very top to the bottom.

He had been intending to go over strategies with Mace but seeing your wide smile as you bounded up to him halted that. The setting sun peeking through the elongated windows did wonders for your skin, making you almost glow. Your eyes were brighter, but they always got like that when you were excited.

“Are you quite alright?” He chuckled, taking in your bright orange hair. It was the colour of the flora from Lantrien. The very toxic spore producing flowers were a lovely sight once you and he had gotten over the worst of the symptoms.

“Luke.” You whisper, your smile not wavering. “She’s so convinced it’s a boy, she keeps thinking of boys names; that’s the current favourite, though.”

The subject of your mutual friend’s child was taboo amongst most. Obi-Wan wasn’t stupid, nor blind, despite trying to be. Anakin had unashamedly loved the Queen from the moment he met her. He was secretly happy for them, one day he knew it wouldn’t be a secret. He had allowed himself to imagine a scenario where the child called him uncle. He would care for him or her no matter what, Anakin knew it, Padme knew it, you knew it. He would keep their child safe, once the war was over, once he could choose his own path.

‘Jedi weren’t meant to be generals.’ Qui-Gon had spoken, ‘we are peacekeepers’ and that is all Obi-Wan craved. He was getting weary of war, of duty. If only the day could come when the war was just memories.

“And what if it isn’t a boy?” He raised his brow.

“She was thinking Lila.” You shrugged. “Or Leia, I like Leia more. It’s more regal.”

Obi-Wan had to agree with you on that one, despite agreeing with you on practically everything. “A little Prince or Princess.”

“Woul-” You paused before mouthing, “Would he be a king?”

Obi-Wan had no answer to that. How was he to know? Could a Jedi still truly be a Jedi with a wife, and child? If not, he could be king, if so, he could be a king and a Jedi, was that morally correct?

“Kenobi!” Mace’s voice stopped you both as he walked by, “I almost can’t believe you’re not early to our strategy meeting.”

“Sorry, I distracted him.” You pulled a ‘whoopsie’ face, raising your brows and shoulders, your lips pulling inwards .

Mace gave you the very same unimpressed look he gave practically everyone but his eyes were warm with affection. You were friends and had been for years. “Don’t you have a queen to guard?”

“She requested a walk and Skywalker knows the best paths.” You said with such bravado. “I would be useless.”

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Were all 10-year-olds this annoying or was it just the Skywalkers? Obi-Wan saw so much of Anakin in this feisty girl. She was forthright and observant when she disregarded his orders and claimed he was her father. But his already fragile heart broke when she apprehensively asked: “Are you my real father?”

“I wish I could say I was.” She bent her head in disappointment, the wind whipping at their hair, he’d say that’s why his eyes were glassy if she asked.

“Sometimes I try to imagine what he was like.” She muttered, eyes actively avoiding him.

Obi-Wan felt that pain himself being a Jedi. “I know that feeling.” She glanced in his direction, “as Jedi we were taken from our families when we were very young. I still have glimpses, flashes really, my mother’s shawl. My father’s hands.” He had only ever told you the next part; whispered on cold bunks, during one of the worst battles you’d endured, hands entwined between the empty space. “I-I remember a baby.”

“A baby?” Leia was now fully turned towards him.

“Yes, I think I had a brother. Though I really don’t remember him. I wish I did.” He felt regret for that. Was it possible to miss a life you didn’t live? To want it, yes, but to miss it? He thought not. He didn’t want for anything really, and he had ‘siblings’ so to say but would it have been an equally great life? Would he have been on the Republics side? Yes, he was sure he would. “But then I joined the Jedi and I had a new family. Just like you.”

She was silent then and he allowed her to take in the information he had given her. “Ben?”

“Yes, Leia?”

“Were they happy?”

That question was one of those where you automatically say ‘yes of course’, but he knew deep down. Anakin and Padme were happy. They were in love and didn’t care by the end who knew. They were destined to be together from the start but despite that. They were friends. They-they were happy. “Yes.”

The truck started to slow down then, drawing both passengers’ attention. Freck had said it wouldn’t take long, just a routine checkpoint but the hair on the back of Obi-Wan’s neck stood up. Leia was calm, she had been surrounded by the bucketheads since birth, she didn’t hold the same fear Kenobi did.

Freck exited the truck and spoke with the Troopers before they started walking around the back. Obi-Wan pulled his hood up keeping his gaze down. Leia did no such thing, scanning the watch tower and the red laser gate.

‘I am one with the force’ was the mantra rattling around his head as the Troopers asked who they were and why they were travelling this way. ‘Master’ he basically pleaded as he was no where near strong enough to use any form of Jedi trick. He wished he could, that would’ve been an easier escape than shooting his and Leia’s way out.

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“Guns are so-” He paused in contemplation. “So uncivilised.”

You looked up at him from your spot lying on the meadow. You both had two days before you were to meet the informant. It wasn’t meant to be that late but there were suspicions and you guys were taking the first opportunity to relax; even for a moment. The trees hung low and smelled like home, although you didn’t know what or where that was. You recognised the smell, and the feeling of contentment. You’d told him that and he revealed the sound of waves reminded him of home.

“But you’ll happily cut someone in half?” You gave him a smirk as he rolled his eyes, leaning back next to you. You put on a posh accent, one hand resting on your chest and the other dramatically thrown across your forehead. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, I cannot bare the thought of shooting a gun, but I will redirect a laser. Much in the same way a gun shoots.”

He shoved your hand away. “I do not sound like that.”

“I do not sound like that.” You tried and failed not to giggle at his expression.

“Well, I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t stop giving away our position.” His hand twiddled a lock of your half blue hair. “This side isn’t as bad but that one is basically a target.” He brushed a few flyaway strands of red from your temple.

“A girls gotta get you to notice her somehow.” You winked.

He just rolled his eyes. “You shouldn’t say that.”

You shrugged, bits of the yellowed grass getting caught on your shoulders.

“The war will be over soon; might as well enjoy the freedom it brings.”

He never quite understood that statement until now. You had meant that once it was over you would be ‘real’ Jedi. No hiding behind the cloak of battle, no missions together because it was needed. You would have to rebuild the galaxy and after that you would have to keep the peace in it. The whole galaxy. There would probably be one Jedi per quadrant.

What you meant by that statement was ‘I know you’re scared; I am too. Why can’t we be scared together?’ You had both had the talk no relationships, no love, love lead to the dark side. But there were Jedi who had wives, who had husbands, who had kids, who had a life outside of the order.

Why couldn’t you?

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Tala positioned them in an archway, before going to check everything was in order for them to escape through ‘the Pathway’. He made sure to keep a hand on Leia’s shoulder. If Anakin was anything to go by he’d need to tie himself to her.

Once the coast was clear they made their way to the safehouse.

Inside was a mechanics den, the tables littered with tools and exposed wires. There was a droid who seemed intimidating but Tala reassured them he was friendly. Leia was fascinated and showed him her little L0LA.

Tala reached behind what looked to be an electrical cupboard and the walls parted. A woman was behind them packing a bag, “Tala you said a child too? I only have this; I hope it isn’t too flashy.”

That voice.

Surely not.

Obi-Wan walked towards her as she began to turn to face the group and low and behold. It was you. You-you were alive. Your hair was an ashy brown colour, your skin paler and thinner. The chubbiness had vanished in your cheeks, but your eyes and smile were the same. And they shone.

“Ob-h my maker.” You cut yourself off from saying his name. Unsure if it was wise to reveal you knew each other.

He was the same. He had no idea how to react. So, you both just stood there in awe.

“Raya?” Tala’s head was tilted, a clear sign she wanted to know what was happening.

You spared her your gaze for half a second before it landed back onto him.

“I-I’ve got you some supplies.” You stiffly spoke, awkwardly offering him the bag.

He looked down before taking it, “Thank you. Raya?” You gave a minute nod. “I am Ben.”

You chuckled a little then and he did the same. “Ben? That’s a very unique and unusual name.”

He rolled his eyes. How had he not seen you in 10 years and the first thing you do is tease him? “Thank you.”

There was a shuffling behind him, oh yes, a child. She was watching this whole interaction in the same fashion as Tala. But by the Stars she looked familiar. You couldn’t quite place why as she stood with poise and dignity. Her chin pointed upwards and her hair, only slightly out of place. She looked regal next to Kenobi.

“Is this your daughter?” You felt a little indifferent as you voiced the question. She didn’t particularly look like him but it was possible. He may not even tell you the truth because Tala is standing right there almost gawking at this situation.

Obi-Wan brought her forward, to his surprise with no complaint or noise, placing a hand on her shoulder and patting it with his fingers. “Raya. This is Leia.”

Leia? You weren’t sure if you said it or thought it but a thousand memories flashed the moment that name left his mouth. Of course, she was Leia. She had the same hair and eyes as Padme and the same composure. At your visible shock her eyebrows were drawn slightly in a very Anakin way. She had his chubby youngling cheeks too.

You knelt to shake her small hand. You were meant to help her; you had been devastated when Padme was buried and like everyone else believed her bump was real. Believed her unborn child had become part of the stars with her. “Leia. It’s very nice to meet you.” A tear oozed it’s way down your cheek.

“It is nice to meet you, too.” Even her small voice held such power. She was made to be a ruler, you wished she was, it was the least she deserved. Kriff she deserved the life of a Princess, the life her parents were going to give her.

“I’m sorry to break up whatever this is but we need to get you and you out of here.” Tala pointed at them. “Maybe you’ll follow them?” She asked hopefully, wishing you some peace finally.

You were about to talk when the sensation of grinding teeth settled in your mouth, a shiver made its way up your spine also and settled on the back of your neck. A cold, dead feeling wrapped around like a shawl.

Ob-Ben met your gaze, his hand finding the sabre you hadn’t noticed on his belt. He was a brave man to be carrying that around. Yours was hidden in the mechanics of NED. Figuring that was the safest place for it, in a droid who couldn’t speak. You guys used to hide stuff in R2 all the time.

Ben was at the window, peaking behind the curtain to see an imposing figure. “Get Leia out of here.” He told you. “Get her to Alderaan. To Bail.”

“Bail?” You said in disbelief. “O-Ben! Who is it? It’s familiar, but twisted.”

His eyes pore into yours. “Darth Vader.”

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You had picked up Leia and ran with Tala trying to formulate a plan. How on earth would you get to Alderaan, the pathway doesn’t go to Alderaan. Kriffing Alderaan?! Maker how long are these tunnels?

You felt a wave through your body and suddenly stopped. That wasn’t good. Or was it? Was that? Was Kenobi using the force? WAS KENOBI FIGHTING DARTH VA- of course he was.

“Tala.” You placed Leia down and connected their hands. “Please. I have to go back. Comm Bail Organa. Find a way. I don’t care how, kriff tell him (y/f/n) wants him.”

“You knew the Organa’s?” Her eyes were wide but she nodded. You had told her some of your history but most was secret so you could live.

You scoffed, “I knew the Queen of Naboo.” Your eyes flickered to Leia. “Now please, go.”

“Wait!” Leia called as you ran towards the current that the Force had created. “You knew my mother?!”

You bit your lip as you ran from her and Tala. Both of whom you wished to know more of but were so fearful they would be hurt in the hunt for you.

You sat on the floor of your ship floating adrift in space. Your arms wrapped around your legs as you stared at the body in front of you. Reach. He was your friend, why did he attack you?

You were on your way to help Ahsoka with Maul, despite your orders.

“Ahsoka has asked for help.” You informed Obi-Wan, thinking he was unaware. He was and he told you that he couldn’t let Grievous escape yet again, that you were too close to winning the war. “Obi.. its Maul… It’s Ahsoka.” You took a step back, “I’m going to help her.” He seemed a little take aback by you but nodded.

“Keep safe,” His hand found your wrist. “Only take who you need, this can’t be known. We’ve already given them too many Clones as it is.”

“I’ll take Reach. I think her and I could handle him. At least I’m confident she can.” You tried to joke.

“Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“Only if you say it first.”

“I will be careful.” He vowed.

“I love you, too.” You winked.

You hadn’t made it to Ahsoka. You were halfway to her, before she popped up letting you know she was successful. You were so proud of her, remembering the little scamp she used to be. She may well be the most powerful Jedi, behind the chosen one of course.

“Ahsoka, another message is coming through, I only brought Reach’s Pad to spare resources, uh, send me your coordinates and I’ll be on my way, we’ll meet in the middle.”

She gave you a quick salute before a cloaked figure appeared, you and Reach gave each other a look before he demanded: EXECUTE ORDER 66.

“Order-?” Something hit you so hard in the temple you fell off of your seat. “Kriff!”

You were then being straddled and punched again and again and again. Bringing your arms up to block the attacks, you kicked your legs in the hopes of pushing Reach off balance. It worked and you were able to scramble away, pulling yourself just barely to a standing position. Reach’s face was blank, his hand going to his belt finding it empty.

“You were cleaning it,” You panted, igniting your sabre before he could jump on you again. “Reach, what’s going on?”

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He spoke as though it was obvious.

“Orders? Was that an order?” You tried to piece together, despite your headache. “Who was that?”

He was silent.

“Reach, please.” Your head was pounding now. He took advantage of your dizziness and you didn’t mean to. You didn’t. But he was now laying, bleeding out, still trying to grab at you. You withdrew the sabre before flinging it far from you. You vision was blurred before but now you were crying, kneeling over him. “We don’t have any medical supplies.” There would be a whole hospital wing on Ahsoka’s ship. If only you left earlier.

He muttered something you were too hysterical to hear but he kept repeating it like a mantra. “Kill the Jedi.” His last word was ‘the’.

You had moved so you weren’t kneeling but otherwise you were sitting next to his body. You could tell your head was bleeding, probably turning your purple hair a wet maroon. There wasn’t anything you could do. The comms were down and in the scuffle you had been knocked majorly off course. The stars were almost a good companion in your grief. It wasn’t just you. There were thousands. You felt them. Or actually you ceased feeling them. There was an empty void where previously a small hum had been.

How long had you sat here?

How long until you had to get your shit together?

How did Sidious corrupt the Clones? He must’ve had an inside man.

You sat for quite a while longer in slow contemplation.

But there was a rapping at the air lock. As if someone had knocked. You ignored it until it happened again. Scowling you braced yourself upon the wall before attempting to stand. It wasn’t easy being bruised and numb and stiff and dizzy and just sad. You did it though. You took one step and immediately fell as a myriad of pain shot through your leg like lightning. You hadn’t realised he’d grabbed it in the chaos, but alas you continued leaning heavily on the wall. The airlock had a window and outside floated a small box. Maybe it was a bomb. No, the ship, despite not moving, still worked and it would’ve detected danger. You squinted and could just about make out the symbol of the Republic etched into the metal.

What more could you have to lose? You sealed and opened and resealed and opened the compartment to find an unintimidating box. It was small enough to fit into your palm but had a surprising weight to it as the gravity settled. The top pinged off and you were half expecting a creature to fly out.

Is that? No. A Jedi Beacon was resting in the box. That wasn’t good.

You shakily took the small blue device out and dropped the box as it started playing a message.

“This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He looked his normal, pristine, self. That was good, right? “I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi: trust in the Force. Do not return to the Temple. That time has passed, and our future is uncertain. Avoid Coruscant. Avoid detection. Be secret... but be strong. We will each be challenged: our trust, our faith, our friendships. But we must persevere and, in time, I believe a new hope will emerge. May the Force be with you always.”

You shook your head, tears forming again, “no.” You pressed play again and he appeared again.

“This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi: trust in the Force. Do not return to the Temple. That time has passed, and our future is uncertain. Avoid Coruscant. Avoid detection. Be secret... but be strong. We will each be challenged: our trust, our faith, our friendships. But we must persevere and, in time, I believe a new hope will emerge. May the Force be with you always.”

“This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi…”

“I’m coming Obi-Wan.”

#obi-wan #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan needs a hug #obi-wan x reader #star wars #Anakin Skywalker #Padme #leia organa #Luke Skywalker #tala #order 66 #Clone Wars #rex #cody

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kryzobi-wan · 2 years

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Ok I know a lot of people aren't on board with the idea of Rey Kenobi and I also know it's a delusion to think they'd ever retcon or add to her background more than they already have (I love Just Rey so much, I would have been completely happy with that as well)

I also know a lot of people prefer Obi-Wan to be the ideal Jedi, no romance, or if any, Satine (who I love 😭)

That said, I present to you

#star wars #rey kenobi #tala durith #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x tala durith #maybe #idk but i like her #still love satine and obi wan tho 👀#just a thought please dont come for me #kenobi #kenobi series #rey star wars #the cheekbones are strong in their family

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hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz · 2 years

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*deep, deeply embarrassed sigh* okay, look

He doesn’t fit at all but that doesn’t mean that episode like 1 I wasn’t doodling away these little comics like my life depended on it

#obi wan x cad bane #obi wan x tala x cad bane #silliness #stills art #leia organa #like I am gonna pass up any opportunity to have a 10 yr old make fun of cad bane #obi wan kenobi #not really spoilers but lemme know if you want them tagged as such #Star Wars

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aloha-solar · 2 years

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For Obitala prompt, Tala doesn't die - and their first kiss?

Obi-Wan was no fool. He knew his life would never be the same again, especially after seeing Qui-Gon’s Force ghost. However, he didn’t expect to see Roken, Sully, and Beru huddled together in the stable the very next day. His eopie was sniffing at something on the ground behind them, but their legs hid it from his sight. Obi-Wan hesitated. Should he go over there and get his eopie ready like nothing was going on? Should he eavesdrop? Before he could make his decision, Beru saw him and pulled away from Roken and Sully.

“You know them,” she said.

“Do they want to take Luke?” Obi-Wan said, his heart pounding. If Roken and Sully thought it serious enough to take Luke away from Tatooine already, then—

“What? No, they don’t want Luke,” Beru said. She inhaled sharply, her shoulders as tense as a board. “Ben, I appreciate how you’re providing an extra pair of eyes on Luke, even if Owen and I are fine on our own. But we cannot have any of your friends knocking at our door asking for you, saying that there’s an injured woman that only you can take care of. If the time comes that Luke must be trained, we understand that you may need to be a stopgap until someone else comes along. But we cannot have him endangered while he’s still so young.” Beru scanned Obi-Wan’s expression and the same look of confusion Obi-Wan was feeling appeared on her face. “You…don’t know these people?”

“No, I—I do, Beru,” Obi-Wan said. “But I don’t understand why they’d be bringing an injured person to me. I’m not a healer.”

Beru bit her lip, thinking hard. Finally, she said, “I should’ve taken you over and had you hear them out sooner, but I wanted you to hear mine and Owen’s concerns first.” Obi-Wan nodded. “Come on, then,” Beru said, softer now. “If you need help getting her on the eopie, then I’ll do that, but I won’t be able to spare any medical supplies.” Obi-Wan nodded again, before following Beru back over to Roken and Sully. Beru’s pronoun usage echoed in his head, and the closer they got to Roken and Sully, the louder it got. There was only one her he could think of that was associated with the Path members, but he’d watched her hold and arm a thermal detonator as tens of Stormtroopers descended on her. There had to be someone else—someone else they could only trust with a Jedi.

As Beru and Obi-Wan got closer, Roken stepped away from Sully to meet them. Sully had turned to tend to the woman on the ground, but she was at her head. Meanwhile, Roken had fallen into step with Beru and Obi-Wan. “We wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t think she was stable enough to move,” Roken said, his voice hushed and quick. “There are others who need more treatment, and everyone could see that you two had a soft spot for each other. She’s still not good, but it’s more rest and one-on-one care she needs—but we can’t provide those things for her, Ben. She needs someone who’ll take the time to take care of her.” As Roken said his last sentence, Obi-Wan was finally at a good enough angle to see the woman’s face. He scanned her once, then twice to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, before running forward and collapsing on his knees next to Sully.

“Tala,” he breathed. Tala’s eyelids fluttered halfway open before immediately closing again. Obi-Wan looked to Sully for an explanation.

“It’s pain medicine,” Sully said. “It’s just so that we could move her. We were able to get the worst of her wounds handled in a bacta tank, but we have a lot of people who need it now, Ben. And we want someone we can trust taking care of her.”

“We think Ned-B was able to block the worst of the blast,” Roken added. “She’d started treating some of her injuries herself, but we think she might’ve been concussed or realized she couldn’t do it, because she’d crawled away back into the main chamber and was unconscious when we found her.”

“We were planning to destroy the base to prevent any other members of the Empire from finding our other safehouses,” Sully said. Obi-Wan had been nodding throughout their explanation, but he still couldn’t quite take it in. He’d lost Satine, Padmé, Anakin, and he thought Tala, too. Why did the universe decide to give him one person back when it had already taken so much from him? Still, he didn’t have time to dwell on it. There was no way that laying on the floor on etopie stable would be good for Tala’s overall health.

“Put her behind me,” Obi-Wan said, standing up. “We’ll get back faster if both of us are riding.”

It turned into a group effort. Beru and Sully packed the medical supplies while Roken briefed Obi-Wan on Tala’s injuries, while Obi-Wan adjusted himself and Tala in a way that would prevent Tala from falling off. In the end, he settled on putting Tala behind him, with one hand clutching the reins and the other clasping Tala’s hands, which she’d sleepily looped around his midsection without complaint. Her head rested on the back of his shoulder, and Obi-Wan dared let out a small sigh of relief. At least if he needed to take his hands off hers, he’d still be able to feel her and make sure she hadn’t fallen off. Besides, it was comforting, feeling the soft weight of Tala’s head against his back.

As soon as Sully finished packing up the medical supplies, Beru slapped the etopie on its rump. It immediately started running, jostling Obi-Wan and Tala in the saddle. Tala groaned in pain, and Obi-Wan absent-mindedly rubbed his thumb against her wrist. “It won’t take long, Tala,” he soothed, though he couldn’t help wondering how he was going to help with her wounds.

As it turned out, Tala only had two wounds he needed to focus on. After carrying her into the cave and gently placing her on the cot, he’d gently pulled at her tunic and evaluated the situation. The most obvious was the shot on her waist; while it wasn’t oozing blood anymore, it was still less healed than he wanted it to be. The second was a set of burns that went down the back of her arm and onto her shoulder and neck, on the side she’d been holding the thermal detonator. They were still bright and still quite warm to touch, though not as bad as fresh burns. Obi-Wan rummaged in the bags Beru and Sully packed. Plenty of bacta strips and a few medpatches and some disinfecting spray, but no more pain medicine or sleeping aids. Obi-Wan let out a little groan. He briefly considered using the Force to heal—or at least reduce the size—of the wound on her waist, before deciding against it. He was fine using the Force to heal broken bones, or even using it to finish healing a scabbed one, but to actually finish stitching her skin together? He’d cause another cut somewhere else.

Instead, he settled into a routine for the next four days. He relit the fire each morning and kept it stoked, changed Tala’s bacta strips every five hours and watched her wounds slowly scab over, sat her up enough so that she could at least attempt a few sips of stew and water, and kept guard while she slept. He slept on the ground next to her when he finally couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore, but his blaster was only inches away.

On the fifth morning, he stirred at the sound of crackling and the smell of smoke. Through his half open eyes, he could see Tala, with her back towards him, poking at the fire with a small bowl of stew crackling over it. Outside the cave, he could see dawn was coming.

He cleared his throat and rolled over onto his side. “You should’ve woken me if you were hungry,” he said. “You need to rest.” Tala glanced over her shoulder.

“I can say the same to you,” she said. She picked up the stew bowl and carried it over to him, before placing it on the floor and squatting next to him. “Besides, I made this for you. I can imagine that you’ve been wasting your food on me.”

“It’s not wasting if it’s keeping you alive,” Obi-Wan said. He nudged the bowl back to her. “And I wouldn’t call what you’ve been doing eating.” Tala sighed, but she was smiling at she did it.

“Share?” she compromised. Obi-Wan laughed and sat up properly. Tala stood up to get another bowl, but Obi-Wan grabbed her wrist. He slurped from the bowl, before offering it up to her. Tala sat down on her hip and sipped before handing the bowl back. The two sipped and passed the bowl back and forth for a minute or so in silence, before Tala finally spoke.

“Where’s my holster?” she said.

“Roken found it before we left Jabiim,” Obi-Wan said, “and I gave it to Leia. She’s back with her parents now,” he added before Tala could speak again. “She’s safe. What you did on Jabiim—you bought us time.” Tala nodded and handed the bowl back to Obi-Wan, before looking at the fire. Obi-Wan placed the bowl on the ground between them, before looking up at Tala.

“I thought I was all right with dying on Jabiim,” she said. “Knowing that I tried to redeem what I’d done on Garel. But when I woke up, I realized I wasn’t ready to die just yet. Is that selfish of me, Ben? That I realized I wasn’t quite ready to lay down my life to save others just yet? To want that, when I’ve done so much harm and so many others have done so much good?” Her eyes shined with tears that threatened to spill over, and though she’d bitten her upper lip, she hadn’t been able to stop it from quivering. Obi-Wan leaned forward and cupped her cheek with his hand, encouraging her to look at him. She did, but before he could remove his hand from her cheek, she placed her hand over his.

“That’s not a bad thing to want, Tala,” he said. He took a deep breath. “I have thought those exact same thoughts as you. Why did I live when so many others died? What have I done that makes me so worthy?” His other hand reached out and stroked her jawline, before resting on her chin. “But then I met several people who made me realize that even after so much darkness, there can still be light.” He lifted her chin up a little, while ducking his own head slightly to meet her eyes. “You’re one of them, Tala,” Obi-Wan said softly.

She read his face, and upon realizing he was genuine, she let out a noise that was between a laugh and a sob. She wiped the spilled over tears with her free hand, before sliding it onto Ben’s thigh. “I was thinking of finding some of the Path contacts once I was more up to it. If I’m here, it’s because of them.” Tala kept her eyes on the ground, but Obi-Wan knew the here didn’t just mean the cave. “Besides, I don’t want to impose any longer than I need to. I’m sure if Ben Kenobi is on Tatooine of all places, there must be a reason.” She met his eyes again, and though her eyes were still wet with tears, she gave him a coquettish look as she said the last sentence.

“How many times do I have to tell you, you’re not imposing?” Obi-Wan murmured, a lilt in his voice. The two were leaning closer than they had before, and Obi-Wan saw all the individual freckles dotting Tala’s cheeks and nose. The shadows mixed with the firelight gave her eyes an onyx shine. “Besides, I want you recovered as much as possible. I don’t want Roken and Sully after me if their best smuggler is still injured when she gets back.”

“I can say the same to you,” Tala said, and she was close enough now that Obi-Wan could smell the smoke on her clothes. “I don’t think Leia will be very happy if she learns that your burn wounds haven’t healed yet.”

“I did promise her I would at least sleep a little,” Obi-Wan said.

“Have you?” Tala breathed, her lips remaining slightly parted.

“I haven’t wanted to,” Obi-Wan answered. He wasn’t sure who finished leaning in first, but suddenly their lips met each other. His heart started pounding and his arms went weak, but he didn’t want to let go. He moved his hands down to her middle back while she encircled his neck. Each time he came up for air he felt her breath tickling his beard, but her smoky scent and soft touch were so intoxicating that he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Eventually, he came to his senses and pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. She slid her hand back into his.

“You’ve been lonely,” Tala said softly. He rested his hand on top of hers.

“I’m not anymore.”

#eyyy sorry anon that it took so long #i rewrote this thing like three times #because if roken was able to go back for tala's holster then surely he could've at least tried to find her body?#homie come on #roken's still a real one though #but i hope you like it!#obi wan kenobi #tala durith #obi-wan kenobi #obitala #obi-wan x tala #star wars fan fiction #kenobi series #sw kenobi

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rey-of-luke · 2 years

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Obi-Wan x Tala is quickly becoming a fave ship.

#obi wan x tala #kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi #tala durith

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heumilch · 2 years

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Death aside... Tala and the droid??? Ummm droidfuckery like right there??? Where is my Tala x NED-B content yo??

#sw kenobi #kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi spoilers #spoilers #star wars #heublabla #sw spoilers #droids #tala x ned-b #tala durith

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pianopadawan · 2 years

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I'm not sure why but my brain immediately started to ship Tala Durith and Reva after the "I like a good liar" scene. Hmm.

#tala durith #inquisitor reva #tala durith x reva #if there's a ship name someone tell me #obi wan kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi series

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deepbatched · 1 year

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The Last Echoes | Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader

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warnings: none, obi-wan's pov, angst, not y/n (i used she/her instead) villain!reader (sometimes, she's not a sith, more like the gray revengeful character that we all grew to love), mentions of order 66 and death a.k.a. reader (and i supposedly didn’t find any warnings lol). this takes part in the series (idk if it counts as spoilers), but i’ll give little context in flashbacks. w/c: 3.3k.

Summary: On his way to rescue little princess Leia Organa, Obi-Wan Kenobi discovers not only he is one of the last Jedi who survived from the Old Republic as he tried to survive the Inquisitors, but the only lover left alive.

"I'd rather not to fight", her hair strings glowed, framing her face, sweet yet intimidating. Her lightsaber off, letting her arm rest tiredly in the side of her body, allowing herself to relax for once after hours of chasing.

Obi-Wan couldn't believe he found beauty in the gold of her eyes and peace in her intoxicating voice. He almost felt himself dreaming when hearing those words, like he was imagining it all. He pursued the ideal of a peaceful morning with the war being over, welcoming a bright future of service and duty.

Unlike her, who seemed to be drawn to self-destruction and making trouble where she went along with the separatists, now through it all, she could see the differences between them easily. But not today. Today they were the same at the sight of the sunrise, they could feel each other as they really were, no masks.

She paced slowly to be in front of him, to look directly through him, and see herself in the immensity of his blue eyes, to never forget what being gazed upon tenderness was about, and seek that part of herself that wanted peace of mind. He suddenly felt himself panting again though the fight had already been over not so long ago. It was a first time of surprises, a discovery of feelings more than words.

"A Sith who doesn’t want to fight?” He inquired out of curiosity, she disconnected her eyes from him to see the sky.

Now he wished he hadn’t said anything, but found himself incapable of withdrawing his stare.

“I’m not a Sith”, she chuckled, trailing his bold decision of words while taking notice of his lips than his eyes again.

The Sith rule says that if there is an apprentice, there will always be a master, but they were both apprentices who lost their masters, alone in the wild colliding constantly one another, caught in the webs of the Force like loose strings, waiting to be entangled by the other.

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The sheer glow of the capsules were barely seen by his light blue eyes. He had definitely entered the wrong room, or at least that's what he wanted to believe, a room he wished he never in his life had to see. From the cold grayish green in the walls, the dirty floors in the corridor, some boxes all around, the more time he got in there, the more his heart was pounding in anxiety. After years of thinking the Jedi were only mercilessly chased and killed by the Empire had an actually more twisted outcome.

It didn’t matter how strong minded he tried to be, peace was long gone. His palms were cold and sweaty, his walking steady and cautious, his face stern as he witnessed the worst in the long way of Jedi fossils, kept hidden as war treasures, like their existence was a mere trophy for whomever had them there.

Tala's voice was a blurry whisper in the back of his mind while searching for the serene singing echo of his lover, a song the former Jedi heard at last, like a calling melody from the Force; a bond he hadn't felt in ten years. He saw their faces in the corridor, some recognizable, some unknown, and as slowly he began to think relief was getting near, that there was no way to be found, all of his hopeful thoughts escaped his mind.

Because, there she was.

He faltered on his way to meet what was left of her, his legs moved by his own, his memoirs full of her, reminding him of what her lovely face used to look like when she was alive. Obi-Wan Kenobi didn’t know about being a lover opposed to the custom beliefs of his negotiation skills, but he knew about Compassion, and learned to love his friends and some of his enemies by equal, and that included her.

She was not his biggest rivalry, or the most revengeful, yet it pleased him to always have someone around to fight with, someone he could constantly think of outside the Council even if he had to use the "I'm planning my next move" as an excuse when he knew well that wasn't true, he could love her freely only behind closed doors in his more private thoughts and show it to her whenever he let go of her after enduring a tough fight, as he always awaited the moment of an encounter to see her again.

When the Clone Wars ended even that was gone.

He felt no guilt in falling for her, never, but he felt regretful day-dreaming with a life he couldn't have, that he couldn't give. He tried to be faithful to the Code in every aspect, and he mastered his duty, still behind his reputation and recognition, he was just a man. On the other hand, he felt the weight of not being there for her when she needed him; the Jedi Order asked high sacrifices and giving up on love to deny attachments was one of them.

Obi-Wan could imagine with immeasurable pain her cries for help, calling him in hopes of his arrival to save her from the gaits of abyss. Though that never happened.

Or maybe she fought with all her might like she knew so well, trying to stay alive a little longer, to hold on to dear life so they could fight one last time, or not fight at all, just see each other again as much as Obi-Wan awaited. With teary eyes, he looked at the unclean and tarnished glass, the reflection of his face mixed with hers, her figure black and blue, wilt and unmoving, hardly a faint reminiscence of her past self and the long gone tales about her.

He still remembered when he heard stories about her afterwards their first duel.

"Did anything bad happen at the meeting? I thought everything went exactly as expected, Master" Ahsoka asked Anakin, worried by the state of Master Kenobi.

Usually Dex's dining was a place they could go and relax after long missions like the one already passed, yet Obi-Wan sat zoned out with a frown in his face as he lightly touched his beard looking as stressed as ever; figuring out how he could almost lose after this new human-looking woman. Not able to forget her infuriated eyes, her graceful battle movements and the venomous red of her lightsaber. He could think she was atrocious; but that wasn't in his mind.

He was puzzled indeed, on her heavy pull in the Force and his own overthinking.

"Don't worry, everything went just fine. He fought with someone we've never seen and she escaped, I must say I thought she was going to win." Anakin held a grin.

Ahsoka formed an understanding look, in contrast to the General's dazzled expression.

"You know about her, Anakin?" Obi-Wan was intrigued and uneasy, desperate to understand what he had got into.

"She's a former Jedi, born in one of the moons of Iego, if she's good or evil I can't say." The young Skywalker lifted his brow mischievously, curious in the attention drawn from his Master.

"Didn't she attack General Kenobi? She must be a Sith'' concluded Ahsoka, suspicious of the woman's mysterious nature.

"I'm not sure, she helped me with some droids before attacking Obi-Wan," Anakin remembered their brief encounter, "an enemy wouldn't do that, she might be some kind of retired avenger?"

"Your Padawan is right, Anakin. Her techniques reside on the Dark Side." From the way she was holding her saber, her destructive energy and her eyes, an almost imperceptible yellow glow which couldn’t be appreciated properly by far. “Revenge is not the Jedi way”. HIs blue eyes locked with his apprentice's brown ones, reminding him what the titles must be.

"But she's not with the Separatists," Anakin replied, "I've informed the Chancellor and he assured he had never heard of her before. They’re looking out for her, whatever side she is on, she is wanted now".

"We must be careful then, these are difficult times. We mustn't fall into temptation". His tone was calm and seemed authoritative, but on the inside, worry flowed unsteady like the waters of Naboo.

Who knew the great Jedi Master Kenobi would hold such deep emotions towards a woman, that he displayed two faces to the Order he dedicated his life to. Like a hypocrite, he did not follow his own advice, and was slowly tempted by her.

Back in the present time; would it make any difference apologizing about slander behind her back to her now corpse? Undo her death? Or, lastly, make amends for all the lost time?

At first it was disdain and despite. How could she dare to try to go against the Jedi Order after being taught the ways of the Force? Such hatred could only be held by the Dark Side, shattered souls were the only ones who sought revenge, and she was one of those, representing everything he was against. However, after some encounters outside battle, it transformed into interest and appreciation…

He remembered vividly the times he saw her wandering the lowest levels of Coruscant, not with superiority or spreading hate contrary to the customs of the Sith lords, Obi-Wan felt the unextinguished light within her when she helped the people living there who didn't fear her. Unnaturally, he didn't feel disgusted; he had given himself reassurance believing she wholeheartedly wanted to do good still after all the pain she might have caused, he hoped for a small amount of salvation from her wrong doings. Maybe it wasn't too late for her.

She was a carefree spirit, so different to everything he was taught, she had no duties, no compromises, no promises to make, not rules to follow rigorously or set an example to other younglings. Free of do's and don'ts, unlike him who bear liability tattooed on his skin.

The false Freedom that was offered to her from the Dark Side seemed to quickly corrupt —if not completely, then at least,— the better parts of her being.

Eventually, it was expected from him to kill her when the first signs of their rivalry surfaced, everyone feared she would take his life away in the middle of a war where they couldn't afford to lose more Jedi's. Obi-Wan could nearly sense himself again sitting in his chair at the Temple reunited with the Council, listening to master Yoda and master Windu rambling about how daunting and threatening this new enemy was.

Regardless of the order, he did not want to get rid of her. Not when her life could be different; and even then he couldn't realize he was mirroring himself over this antagonized creature.

For his reputation he was glad, and found a certain comfort of fame, not unjustified, he was known around the galaxy as an heroic Jedi Knight, now becoming a Master. Up until now, life seemed to be for him nothing more than battle bad guys and just adventures which he liked yet, meant everything in a literal sense.

He was a strong, well-mannered, skillful and loyal member of the Jedi Council, he was known as stoic and undoubted, still he held thoughts like this, about another life, another path. Ever since Satine, he wasn't certainly the same, he thought about what ifs? instead of what's next? The Duchess opened a door he could never close on his own, eventually someone held it open, unintended of course, but who raises in him all doubts again.

He saw other’s common reality, civilian people living clueless lives, aware of the war but not fighting it; loving and caring like breathing, no vigilance or vows of no attachments, feeling completely with no fear of losing themselves in hatred and wrath; the Force was a gift he learned to accept in exchange for love.

Obi-Wan Kenobi gave everything for the Jedi way, even before Satine, it was his choice to dedicate his life to a greater good, a purpose he didn't regret fulfilling as it was the only that he knew. Although he regretted the emotional damage those feelings provoked, after meeting his hedonistic beloved, he regretted not being able to have both.

Love and peace, attachment and duty, to hold both titles with the same pride. Jedi Master and husband.

Returning his mind where it has to, looking at her one last time, eyes wide open holding pure rage in her face, legs and arms in an attack position, made him think he has lost something again, perhaps her whole being as well. The chance to be different, to renounce one of the last pieces of his past after rescuing Leia and start that long search he didn’t begun ten years ago when the Jedi Order disappeared to restart his life.

The search had ended prior to beginning.

Again, in his way it was proven there was no awaiting love for him, only infinite sadness.

He wished he knew more about her, perhaps, of her other life, the one before all the turmoil and not only the single prism of her scars. Now she was like everything after the Jedi's, an intrusive thought of his old life; the living nightmare before going to sleep.

What would he give to fight her one last time? As in the ardent past that preceded them.

Oh— he could still savor the soft viper tongue of her beloved's words, cocky remarks dripping from her lips like the sweet nectar of a flower, the taste of her sugar-coated sarcasm, even her Force signature was like a field of sassy roses with sharp thorns. To him, she had this lovable side, one that showed in the rarest moments, the essential ones indeed; when malignant forces displayed to attack him, she transformed into a caring ally.

Like one of the last times he saw her.

"Hello there." She mocked Obi-Wan's greeting, like every time they saw each other.

Obi-Wan turned around to face her, admiring once again her features, her dusky skin, thin lips and big golden eyes covered in rough black eyeliner. She ignited her red lightsaber, posturing to defend herself. Obi-Wan mimicked her, his cyan one ready to dance against hers.

“Long time since the last I saw you”, with a sincere tone, waiting for her strike, Obi-Wan wished to just talk with her like two friends that loved the other like lovers do.

“Not long enough”, she attacked first, aware of the hesitant hold of Kenobi’s lightsaber in his hand.

She could see he didn’t want to really harm her. So she settled in the mood for play, like the thousand times before when their brutal encounters had been nothing more than child’s play, a lightsaber dance that lasted as long as the battalions around them were able to.

She liked to win, and just to tease him, from time to time she left Obi-Wan battle marks, at first it was her way to put a symbol on him, so that everyone would see that she had defeated him, over time they became violent kisses that would last burning his skin in the form of scars merely for him, so he could see her headstrong love impregnated in him like poison at every glance to his naked form in the mirror.

The noise of their lightsabers striking each other was quickly lost by their companions on the field and as they moved away from the rest of the opponents, their fight diminished in intensity, barely reducing to a couple of brushes until they reached the edge of a cliff. Obi-Wan thought it was the perfect moment to promise her another fight and let her go, there were enough witnesses of her arrival and their encounter, and they were already too far from the starting point, no one would suspect he set her free.

Until…

She slipped from a rock. He took her hand and then her forearm, lifting her upper body to steady her steps and safe from the fall. He realized she was afraid of heights, and more than surprised or judgmental, he was endeared.

“For someone who jumps a lot, you seem afraid,” he pointed out mockingly at her reaction, both searching for her lightsaber on the ground.

She stayed silent as he inspected the edge of the cliff to check how mortal the fall would have been if he didn’t prevent it. He turned to see her look at the void so terrified, it didn’t produce any satisfaction or joy to see her in a state of trepidation.

“That was close,” breathlessly, she held onto Obi-Wan’s arms fearing to let go.

“Well, you could’ve just pushed me and we would be dead now,” he suggested to test a reaction out from her, her eyes lifted up to interlock with him, thinking he was out of his mind.

She didn’t think of really killing him, not now nor ever, she raised her brows surprised he would say that, but he proved already he wouldn’t do that to her. She composed her demeanor, getting far from his position, to not do something on impulse and not risk herself to slip and fall.

“Maybe I don’t want you completely dead, that would be my dead.” Her cheeks turned into flames, making her self-conscious of her own words. She was not used to being flirty in combat, she hid in aggression, though the feelings Kenobi aroused in her were foreign; she didn’t want to stop feeling them. "Because of the fall, don't get me wrong Kenobi", she justified.

Obi-Wan's reaction was just as neat as hers, a little smile appearing on his face, it was not in amusement.

He cared for her, enough to worry if she was safe wherever she was, to wonder what spending a day with her company must feel like or to talk past life threats or flirty tactics to distract one another. To share knowledge, to share feelings, to share the same space in existence.

His furrowed brow marked the start of some more teasing.

Strangely, she wasn't prepared for order 66 or its repercussions.

Because the very last time Obi-Wan saw her alive they were trying to save the other from the attack, he wanted to turn back time, to take her to Tatooine with him, to restart like she suggested too many times, to please every thought she shared through their bond about life together, but none of it was possible.

Even though he wanted to dedicate his life to her, finding her would have been his biggest obstacle. He made a promise to her, but he had a bigger vow.

Their dreams were impalpable, insane and improper from the moment of their conception, caught in the spectrum of imagination and destined to die in the back of their minds as if they were mere ideas. Crazy, never growing beyond their heads, ideas.

Although contrasting, the life of a Jedi and a Sith boiled down to the same thing, abandoning yourself to choose a life of service. Obi-Wan Kenobi was never a man who escaped from duty, and taking care of Padme and Anakin's children wasn't the exception. He was now voluntarily linked to the boy and his sister.

And her last doings, mysterious, kept with secrecy, remained unconcluded with the clash of the Order 66. So they did what they must and parted ways. Didn't matter how much it hurted them, if no one knew about what they had, they still could pretend they had nothing else to lose.

Notwithstanding the disaster, Obi-Wan Kenobi wasn't prepared to lose her too. He withdrew himself from the glass where the apparent corpse of his hedonistic beloved rested quietly, incapable of staring at it one second more, desperate to feel her. Duty wasn't over and he had to save Leia from the Inquisitors still.

Silently saying goodbye to his key piece, his last ray of fresh sunshine who's illusion served him to endure the burning suns of Tatooine, he caressed with his digits where her name was written in the keypad and stepped out of the tomb, unable to see the last wonder he had done to her. Her hidden vital signals — not traced by him blinded by his wounded emotions — and how her body became one with the Force finally disappearing in relative peace.

He set her free.

A/N: Hello there! ★ english is not my first language, so i apologize if i got anything wrong, i'll do my best to be more precise in the future. i wanted to share this before but didn't find the time to edit it and end it in a way i liked but realized it was going to be too long so i parted it in two. i hope you enjoy<3, please like, comment and reblog if you wish to.

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