#but where obi-wan and anakin couldn't help but push and pull too far and never meet in the middle of the force

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is somebody gonna match my freak? // obi-wan x reader

sorry i couldn't help it with the title LMAO

word count: 3k

summary: this is disgusting <3

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In the beginning, Obi-Wan felt guilty; depraved. He was a Jedi Knight, had been a Jedi Knight for many years—while you still wore a braid in your hair. It wasn’t necessarily written anywhere that having sexual relations with Padawans was against the rules, but if he was being honest with himself, he knows that’s because it’s the kind of expectation that is so obvious no one thought it even needed to put in writing. Still, the fact that it wasn’t explicitly forbidden didn’t do much to quell his shame.

And in the end, his shame didn’t do much—or anything at all, really—to stop him from fucking you. 

In his defense, you made the first move. Drunk off the single glass of wine your Master had allowed you during the Temple’s Life Day celebrations. Anakin had slunk off to Force knows where, and Obi-Wan was content with standing at the edge of the grand banquet hall, making sure no one got too reckless, taking another drink every time a server-droid buzzed passed him, and watching you. 

You’d greeted him earlier, twirling in your little white dress that certainly wasn’t Jedi issued. It was becoming more and more common for younger Jedi to scrap together fabric into their own personalized garments—apparently it didn’t bother the Council enough to do anything about it. And it certainly didn’t bother Obi-Wan, especially when the fabric was so thin he could tell very easily you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“What do you think?” You’d asked, smiling with teeth as white as the dress. 

Obi-Wan had cleared his throat, biting back the first few entirely inappropriate responses that came to him, before answering, “You’re very creative.”

The way you deflated slightly, clearly expecting a little more, bothered him more than it should have, so he smiled as genuinely as he could, and added, “Go enjoy the party, little one.” And then you blushed, like you always did when he called you that. Without another word, you had turned on your heel and did exactly as he said. He’d be lying if he said the obedience wasn’t a turn on. 

All night he watched you, and when you finally started to drift toward the exit, he made sure to be there so he could ask, “Would you like me to walk you back?”

The yes he got in response wasn’t very surprising. The way you had kissed him at the door of your quarters was, though. Obi-Wan couldn’t even enjoy it—instinctively pulling back and looking around to see if anyone had witnessed it. No one had, but you were grabbing at his tunics, trying to get his attention, and he’d pushed you inside of your rooms with the intention fo simply getting the two of you away from any prying eyes that may come. 

And once the door slid shut behind the both of you, and you were truly alone—he couldn’t help himself. Obi-Wan leant down and pressed your lips together, groaning low in his chest, walking you back until you were against the door, and slid his tongue into your mouth so you could taste him. You made such sweet, little noises—some of surprise, like you’d never done this before, and that made him roll his hips, desperate to get any kind of friction on his thick, swelling cock. 

When he’d done that, you’d pulled back, blinking up at him all doe-eyed with your lips pink and swollen. “I’m a virgin,” you said, in one quiet breath. 

Obi-Wan was far from a virgin, but he certainly felt like one for a moment, the words arousing him so much he feared he might finish in his pants right then and there. 

“That’s alright,” he managed to tell you, cupping your pretty face, thumbs stroking your cheeks. “Nothing has to happen.” As much as I’d like it to, he left out. 

You’d sent him away with another kiss, and he wondered if when the morning came, you’d regret it. He never got a direct answer for that—you carried on almost entirely as if it had never happened when the two of you were around each other. If it wasn’t for Obi-Wan’s frequent replaying of the memory while he stroked his cock at night, he might have thought he imagined it.

Then, you were assigned a mission together. 

Obi-Wan knew Anakin found you tolerable at least, so he only gave him a warning to be on his best behavior—for most of the mission, the two of you only spoke when necessary, while Obi-Wan and your Master were more comfortable with each other. Or, used to be. Obi-Wan had trouble looking the other Jedi in the eye after kissing you. When the mission was completed, the four of you boarded the ship once more, Anakin in the cockpit navigating you away form the planet, while the rest settled in. 

Even while wrapped up in a conversation with your Master, Obi-Wan’s focus was on you. The other Jedi stood in front of Obi-Wan, so he couldn’t see what you were doing behind him, but Obi-Wan could. Obi-Wan could see the way you cleaned your lightsaber hilt, could see the way you removed the emergency medical supplies and rations from your belt and put them back in their proper place. 

Obi-Wan could see you bend over to take your boots off, and the way your panties clung to your little cunt. 

A Jedi in a skirt wasn’t a completely foreign sight, though most chose to wear leggings underneath. Obi-Wan had assumed you’d skipped them due to the heat of the planet, but had also assumed it was at least the kind of skirt with little shorts sewn in underneath. For practicality’s sake. He’d assumed wrong, of course. You had done this on purpose. There was no denying it when you turned your head to look at him, still bent over, and bit your lip.

As soon as your Master moved a muscle, you were up again, straightening yourself and bowing respectfully as he walked away to another area of the ship. When he was gone, you resumed your position, hands around your ankles. “I’m ready for something to happen now, Master Kenobi,” you said. 

Possessed, Obi-Wan took long strides to reach you as quickly as possible, grabbing your hips, thumbing your skirt up to see more of you. “I thought you were a virgin,” he breathed out, eyes glued to the place where your underwear hugged your slit, outlining the folds of your pussy. 

“I am,” you pouted, turning to look at him.

Obi-Wan ran a thumb over your center, his cock twitching. “Then how are you so fucking filthy?”

“Because of you.”

In response, Obi-Wan cursed, and cupped your pussy with a big hand. “Is that so?”

“Yes, yes!” You whined, and he let you rock yourself back, trying to make him rub you. “I always think of you when I—when I—“ you started, but you couldn’t seem to finish. 

“When you touch yourself?” Obi-Wan asked, taking his hand away as you nodded eagerly. He gripped your hips again, and pushed his own forward, after lifting his tunics out of the way so the bulge of his hard cock in his trousers could press snug and hot against your needy, covered cunt. “Me too, little one. Every time I touch my cock I’m thinking of you; of your darling face and this tight fucking virgin pussy,” he gritted out, humping against you with the last words, making you tip forward and claw at the wall in front of you. 

“Master Kenobi,” you mewled. “Please, touch me.”

Obi-Wan wanted to. He desperately wanted to. He wanted to pull down your underwear and have you right here, pop your cherry and make you his. But he couldn’t.

“I can’t fuck you, little one,” he breathed out.

You made a bratty, unhappy noise. “Why not?” 

“You’ll scream,” he bent over and whispered in your ear. 

♡♡♡♡♡

Eventually, Obi-Wan does take your virginity, and lets you scream all you’d like. Laid back in his bed, clawing at his hair while he rubs the drippy, pink head of his cock over your center, tapping your clit and barely pushing into your cunt. 

“Do you think it’ll even fit?” He asks. It’s not just dirty talk—he really doesn’t know for sure. You’re so tiny, and untouched, and his cock is quite big. Your eyes had gone wide when he first took it out, and he’d sat you on his lap and let you play with it until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Now, he sinks the tip of it into your pussy, and even as sloppy wet as you are, he wonders. 

“It will, it will,” you chant, trying to push down on it. Adorable.

He rubs a thumb over your clit to make you settle, then coos at you, “It’s alright if it doesn’t—little girls have tight, little pussies. You’ll just need practice, darling.” The words just pour out of him, so obscene he shocks himself a bit. It seems that all his guilt has turned into filth, and the very things he used to be ashamed of are now the very things he finds the most arousing. The braid in your hair, your untouched body, your innocence. 

Still, he indulges you, and as it would turn out, you were right. It does fit. It’s so tight that Obi-Wan feels as if his dick might break off, but that only makes him more determined to open your pussy up for him. As you cry and whine and chant his name, he fucks you into the mattress, pounding away at your cunt and groaning at the sounds the two of you make together; obnoxiously wet. 

What makes him come is the realization that you haven’t even inquired about a condom, not even once. Obi-Wan had a vasectomy years ago, but you certainly don’t know that. For all you know, he’s about to knock you up. In his mind, he sees you, sat on his lap with your back to his chest, letting him bounce you up and down on his cock, your sweet belly swollen with his baby. His cock pushes out another weak spurt when he imagines your Master walking in on it. 

With his cock softening inside of you, he rubs your clit and laves his tongue over your nipples. “Sweet girl, come all over me. I want to feel my little one come,” he orders. And you do; so obedient.

♡♡♡♡♡

Obi-Wan can’t stop taking firsts from you after that, especially with how you want it. Messaging him whenever you’re away from each other about how you can’t live without his cock and his tongue and his hands. Every moment your Master is away, you’re at his door, and Obi-Wan thanks the Force that Anakin’s teenage mood swings have led him to making himself scarce in their free time—it means Obi-Wan gets to have you however he’d like.

He gets you bouncing on his cock, just like he imagined, minus the pregnancy. His hands tucked under your knees, spreading you and opening you up so he can fuck you up and down on his fat cock until you squirt all over the mirror he’s set the two of you in front of. 

“Clean it up,” he tells you, pulling you off his cock and setting you on the floor. 

Without hesitation, you crawl over, and he’s torn between where he wants to look—your glistening pussy, pink and puffy from use, or your tongue, licking along the dirty mirror, unashamed. You do it so easily that he gets an idea, getting on the floor himself and stuffing himself back inside of you aggressively, fucking into you messily, watching the way your ass ripples until he’s about to come—then he quickly pulls out, stands, and tugs at his cock until his milky spend is dripping down the mirror. 

He grabs you by the hair and guides you to it, “Mm,” he hums, pleased at the way you moan and eagerly lick it up and swallow it all down. “Little come slut.” His cock is stirring to life again already, and he rubs it against your cheek, tapping your swollen lips with it. “Next time, I’ll fill you up and you can be my come dump, too.”

♡♡♡♡♡

When forced into situations with your Master, Obi-Wan really loathes how you obey the other Jedi so readily. He knows you should, and he knows he’s being unreasonable. It doesn’t stop him from ordering you to come to his quarters before your Master awakes, so he can swirl his tongue over the pretty little rim of the only hole he hasn’t touched yet. He moans against your skin, shoving his tongue inside of you and drooling all over his beard, lost in it until your com goes off, signaling that your Master’s awake. 

Obi-Wan can barely stand it—sending you away without coming, your precious cunt so soaked it’s surely going to show even through your leggings. 

It’s a consolation when he visits the training salles later and knows you’re going through all your katas with a plug in your ass, put there by him. Sparring with your Master while your entrance clenches around it and your pussy drools helplessly all the while. 

On the days there’s no time for such things, he strokes his cock while you’re on your way over. The only thing you do when you arrive is tug your panties down, and Obi-Wan comes all over the inside of them. He pulls them up your legs, smiling at the way they immediately become transparent and stick to you. 

“Does it feel yucky?” He asks.

You rub your thighs together and nod. “I like it, though.”

Pride swells in Obi-Wan’s chest and he kisses your forehead, while one hand reaches back under your skirt to massage your cunt, rubbing his seed all over your folds and the swollen button of your tiny clit. “Good girl. You keep that nice and warm for me all day, okay?”

You rock into his touch, and he sends you off with a smack to your ass. All day, he imagines you humping your seat during your lessons.

♡♡♡♡♡

Obi-Wan eats your pussy from the back, because you make him nasty like that. He bends you over a table in a dark corner of the archives and kneels behind you, shoving his face between your legs and trying to see if he can make you squirt in public.

He can. He sucks greedily at your clit and sends you an image through the Force of him doing this right in the middle of one of the Temple’s grand hallways, and you come so hard he has to take off his robe and sop up your mess from the table and the floor. 

Perhaps it’s a bit hypocritical, spanking you for such a stunt when you get back to his quarters, because really, it’s his own fault—but he does it anyway. 

“Naughty, naughty girl. You’re so filthy I’m beginning to think you’d let anyone do that to you. Is that true, little one? When I’m not around, do you flash your pussy to other Jedi? Is your little cunt so insatiable that you’d hump the boot of anyone that offered?” Obi-Wan knows none of these things are true; he knows as well as you do that you belong to him, but you blush so pretty and your cunt drips so much when he talks like this, so he always does. 

When your ass is red and you begin to cry, he pulls you into his lap and lets you rock against his thigh until you’ve calmed down. You suck on his tongue like it’s candy and rub your tits against his hairy chest.

Eventually, you pull back and pinch your own nipples, before pushing your breasts together and looking at him from under your eyelashes. “Do you think you could fuck me here?”

Obi-Wan throws you on the bed so fiercely he fears for a moment that he hurt you, but then you’re moaning and playing with your tits again, sticking your tongue out like a whore to beckon him closer. Rather than lube his cock up, he shoves it in your mouth and lets you wet it for him. You’ve gotten so good at this, you barely gag, even when your nose is buried in the auburn thatch of hair above his cock. 

When he fucks your tits, it’s more about the fact that you’ve asked him to do it, rather than the physical sensation of it. Sweet Padawan, little one, hugging her breasts around the cock of a man twice her age while she goes crosseyed and cockdumb. 

Obi-Wan’s mouth gets away from him, but he knows you love it. “Imagine if your Master could see you right now—he wouldn’t believe his little girl likes to suck my cock and empty my balls over her tits.”

He does just that, and then asks you to stick your tongue out again so he can take a holo of you, come on your tits and eyes glazed over. 

♡♡♡♡♡

“Think your cute little pussy can handle daddy’s big fat cock?”

He doesn’t know which one of you started the daddy thing, but it drives the both of you crazy. The fantasies where you just plain call him dad, he keeps to himself. 

You’re on all fours on his bed, and you reach between your legs to spread your cunt for him. 

“I can take anything you give me, daddy,” you say sweetly, and Obi-Wan knows it’s true. 

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I love all of this analysis, and I absolutely agree with most of it. However, I have to respectfully disagree with your read on PT!Anakin's love of others/love of self. I hold the viewpoint that the PT was a good story told poorly, and that TCW goes a VERY long way towards making Anakin's story more compelling, understandable, and tragic than it was in the movies proper.

I see Anakin as the sort who cares deeply for those in his innermost circle, cares on a surface level for people he has no connection to, and is apathetic at best towards those who stand against him and his. None of that is *intrinsically* bad. But it did give Sheevy Palps some convenient levers to pull to get Anakin to go down a path he really shouldn't have.

Look at the hostage situation on the Mandalorian ship, for example, with Satine and Obi-Wan. "Kill me in cold blood and prove yourself a hypocrite, or stand by and watch me blow up a ship full of innocent people!" Obi-Wan was genuinely conflicted, but Anakin just stabbed the guy with no hesitation or remorse. And the thing of it is, that *was* the practical solution to the problem. But it also demonstrated how easily he could flip off the empathy center of his brain when dealing with someone who stood against him. Anakin was never much good at moral ambiguity. And that probably stemmed from his childhood as a slave. But it also made it easy for Palpy to push him in a direction that suited his own ends.

"The Separatists are dangerous! We must defeat them at all costs!" Only sort of true, but Anakin had no way to know that, and it paved the way for War Crimes Time! (The whole Republic was bad about this but that's a whole other post)

"I am your friend, I want to help you!" Not remotely true, but he played the part very well and entrenched himself in Anakin's inner "defend at all costs" circle.

"The Jedi don't understand or support you, they are not your friends." Unfortunately very close to being actually true, the Council's chronic head-up-ass syndrome was extremely effective at alienating Anakin and making him seek other support- namely, Sheevy himself.

And so on. The Palpster did a bang-up job of gaslighting Anakin by playing on his (all too human and understandable) insecurities and traumas. And he installed himself as Anakin's primary social support structure- much the same as how real cults keep members even after getting into the culty stuff.

RotS was the breaking point, where the Anakin was forced to choose between people in his inner circle. Choosing between Sheevicus Palpius and the Jedi Order was rough, but that really couldn't have gone any other way, given how the Order had treated him (and Ahsoka, for that matter). Once the Jedi Order got shifted in his mind into the "Enemy- Destroy At All Costs" category, the aforementioned empathy switch got set and he... well, destroyed them. Even the younglings.

That got the ball rolling, and then Padme and Obi-Wan were oppositional enough to him, and there was enough momentum from the previous crisis point plus The Palpinator's unconditional support, that he ended up turning against them too. Leaving Sheevs the literal only person left in his "Defend At All Costs" inner circle, who could more or less define at will who should be in the "Enemy" category. And the rest is history.

I never saw it as the narrative saying Anakin's love for others was actually love for himself all along. I saw it as the narrative saying that an exceptionally skilled asshole can pick on the flaws, insecurities, and trauma of an otherwise good person, and turn them into a far worse version of themselves. That authority figures who are aloof and apathetic towards the people under their purview will eventually have some of those people turn against them. That war is hell.

That everyone, yes everyone, has the theoretical capacity to become a monster if everything goes sufficiently wrong.

That's just my take though, I make no claims about it being objectively right, and I again really appreciate reading what you and others have posted in this chain :)

I sometimes wonder if within the Star Wars universe, bringing balance to the force means being able to use both the Light and the Dark without falling 100% into either side. Like, Rey being pulled to the Dark because it has something she needs, but maintaining her moral compass and compassion and urge to do good. idk it always seemed odd that an order all about balance only placed emphasis on one side of the spectrum 1/2

Tho it might just be a misunderstanding on my part. Is the Dark a separate part of the Force that Force-sensitive people can manipulate, different from the Light part? Or is that just what it’s called when you use the Force for purely selfish reasons? 2/2

oh my friend you have unleashed such a can of worms i am so sorry please bear with me.

there are two answers to your question, one of which is “what we get from the series so far” and the other one being My Obviously Correct Headcanons And Opinions.

In the past, the Dark Side has been pretty much exclusively categorized as “what happens when you use the Force for purely selfish reasons.” That power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely, so the more you let your anger and resentment and personal need fuel your use of the Force, the more twisted you and it will become. that an act of weakness CREATES a darker seed of weakness within, to be continually exploited.

but that’s always been an inherently unsatisfactory definition–not because of what it implies about corruption, but because of what it identifies as the root of that corruption. it’s been frustrating as far back as Yoda’s lessons on Dagobah, where he told Luke that interfering in order to save his friends would make him vulnerable to the dark side for ???reasons??

It’s wrong to lash out in fear. It’s destructive to let your negative emotions be the sole source of your strength. all of that makes sense.

but where do you draw the line between selfishness and selflessness? Where do you find the boundaries on the spectrum from compassion, to caring, to possessiveness, to obsession?

the OT and PT never really gave us satisfactory answers to these questions–only vague pseudo-buddhist notions about how wanting things will make you miserable and terrible, probably, and that true balance means neutrality. means never having personal investment. and that’s just not how people work. so if we’re going by the idea that that’s the Jedi way, then yeah– the Jedi do need to end.

but as Luke said– the idea that the light side of the force will go away if the Jedi Order becomes obsolete is ridiculous.

so where does that leave us, in canon?

well, if the light side of the force stands for life, growth, connection, and peace, then that would seem to imply that the dark side must stand for death, decay, fractured society, and violence. this means that balance of the Force isn’t just some neutral value, because the Force itself isn’t value neutral. the Force isn’t weather–the Force is the collective intention and interconnectedness of all sentient consciousness. you can’t blame a hurricane for killing people because that’s just what hurricanes do. Hurricanes can’t decide. but people DO. and that’s what makes it the Dark Side of the Force–it’s the decisions behind the actions.

and yet.

so much of where the PT failed was that it did such a poor job of showing us what it actually set out to show us: how a good man, Anakin Skywalker, became corrupted by the dark side. what the PT ends up saying is “he wanted to end slavery so much that he became a fascist; he loved his mom and his wife and that made him Terrible.” which– what the hell kind of lesson is that? We never actually saw that thing click in his head where it suddenly became okay for him to kill younglings. We watched it happen, but I never bought a moment where he gave in, because I never saw how his weaknesses as a good man–how his desire to protect and defend made him selfish and possessive–turn into something outright violent against people who had nothing to do with him. they never sold me on the connection.

but the sequels… they’re doing something different.

the consensus in the OT and PT seemed to be that it’s terrifyingly easy to succumb to the dark side. that you could be minding your own business having friends and wanting good safe things for them and one day you could trip and fall and that would turn you evil. i never vibed with that.

the ST, though… over and over again, what I see it saying is that it’s hard to be evil. It’s hard, and it sucks, and it kills everything good in you. that’s why Finn rejects it; that’s why Kylo Ren is so fucking miserable all the time. but it also demonstrates that there’s something so inherently compelling about using the Force to get what you want that once you’ve gone far enough, the idea of losing it is so incomprehensible you’d do anything–you’d do the worst thing–just to keep it from happening.

(Worth noting: the first Force power Rey ever uses is the Jedi Mind Trick. the first thing out of her mouth when Luke asks her what the Force is is “a way to make people do what you want.”)

it would be the easiest thing in the world for Ben Solo to be the golden boy of the Republic. that life was handed to him on a platter–all he had to do was stay there. all he had to do was take it. even now, Rey is still telling him: the door is open. the life you left behind is right there, waiting for you, needing you, if only you’d be willing to do the work to take it back.

so much of Kylo’s dialogue is talking about how he feels conflict, the pull towards the light, how his only goal is to kill the good in him, kill the past, kill all his ties to his obligation to morality. but it’s a constant fucking struggle for him. you don’t just trip and fall into evil. you have to choose it, every day.

and if that’s true–that tells me so much more about “the dark side” than the other films ever did. it’s not that caring is a curse, because Ben Solo killed his caring a long time ago. it’s that once you’ve had a taste of whatever it is that made Kylo Ren powerful enough to stop a blaster shot in midair and hold it there for five minutes, while carrying on an entire, quite distracting conversation–that once you have that, it digs so deep in you you can’t give it up. it’s a disease, the same way that an addiction is a disease. and with the Force behind it, it has the power to feed itself.

and you’ll never get well from an illness you have no interest in a cure for. so you keep digging deeper into the dark, because even if it’s hard, even if it tears you apart inside, the dark can give you things the light never will. and most of all, it’s convinced you that those are the things you should want.

what i think we might be heading towards–what i would LOVE to see us heading towards– is the conclusion that we’ve been incorrectly defining the Dark Side this whole time.

if I have a rope, I can use it as a lifeline or as a noose. that doesn’t tell me anything about the rope. it tells me about me. 

Evil corrupts. Malice makes you strike first, strike hardest, strike in arbitrary anger. Trauma warps your sense of reality and makes it hard to distinguish between healthy and unhealthy, between acting for for your own survival and actively undermining your own self-interest. Wrath makes you act so that the punishment far outstrips the crime. Jealousy tells you that the things you love belong to you. Hate makes you want to destroy the things you don’t understand. Vengefulness makes you mistake personal satisfaction for justice.

but the Force… I don’t think the Force does any of that. it can be used as a vehicle to get you there faster, but that doesn’t mean that part of the Force is dark and used for dark things only. It means that you MAKE it dark when you USE it for the dark. 

Balance means harmony, not discord. the Force in balance needs must tend toward the light not because death is evil and must be avoided at all costs, but because life, uninterrupted until its natural end, is life as life was intended.

death isn’t the dark side. death is the Force in balance.

murder is the dark side, because it’s using the Force for something it was never meant to be used for, on purpose, for wrong, for personal gain. and no wonder it’s powerful, because the Force is always powerful–it’s all life and thought and spirit that exists! but that doesn’t mean the Force wants you to do a certain amount of bad things and the universe would fall apart otherwise. it means the Force needs people to tell the difference, because that’s all the Force has ever been: the interconnectedness of sentience.

the Force doesn’t tell us what to think. we tell it what to think. and the Force doesn’t need murder any more than people do. 

*collapses.*

[qilingxiong]

i don't think much about the sequel trilogy these days but every now and then i do mourn the beautiful narrative parallels/foils we might have had if rey had been a kenobi

[tragedy-for-sale]

Cutting Corners

Maybe he wanted to kick and scream his head off, maybe he wanted to destroy things and act like the padawan inside of him that started banging around.

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ───

Obi-Wan stood there, arms crossed as he looked at the glowing holomap. He had been staring at this map for over five minutes as someone talked. He wasn't listening, he was too busy trying not to cry.

He'd simply grown uncomfortable. Obi-Wan couldn't place this feeling so he knew better than to act on it. He knew better than to act on his emotions. But some past version of him didn't know any better at all. He could feel himself shaking, eyes going wide, getting harder to control this feeling of insecurity. The room was too loud, the holomap was too bright. He was going to go blind immediately if he didn't turn it off. But where was the button? Where was it?

Obi-Wan looked around, desperation growing, he wanted to cry out for Qui-Gon to help him. He needed Qui-Gon to help him find the button. Obi-Wan couldn't find it on his own. "That's enough-" Obi-Wan whispered to that younger version him while turning off the map, "We have other things to attend to-" Obi-Wan spoke, quiet and firm. He was not to be questioned.

Obi-Wan stepped into the hallway, that paranoid feeling growing in him. There was a smaller version of him running around, robe far too big, running to his master, someone older that he could trust. Someone he could trust to protect him. But Obi-Wan was the only one who could protect him. So, he hugged himself as he took a shaky breath, closing his eyes as he tried to bury this feeling. Why was it so hard? It never was. But it was. Right now, he couldn't handle if, he couldn't handle anything-

"-Anakin." He choked out as he looked up, eyes tearing up, where was he? Oh, where did he leave him? Obi-Wan looked up and down the hall, "Anakin," was he hiding again? What if he was scared too? Obi-Wan couldn't break down when he had Anakin to take care of. Obi-Wan tried to think of where his padawan would run away to hide, but they'd never been here before, "Anakin please come out-"

"Looking for General Skywalker, Sir?" A trooper caught Obi-Wan off guard, he turned to face the trooper, a dazed look on his face, "He's on the bridge, sir-" the trooper nodded and scurried off, leaving Obi-Wan to watch him leave.

Who was that? Where was he? Where was Anakin? On the bridge. Anakin was on the bridge. Obi-Wan nodded, scurrying down the seemingly endless cooridor, to a lift, and to the bridge. He stood there, eyes wide as his heart beat pounded in his ear until it was the only thing he could hear. Obi-Wan stopped the lift in a swift, panicked motion.

Letting out a gasp, he felt himself fall backwards but he was still standing. He was spiraling towards the floor but he wasn't going to hit the ground. He had to get to Qui-gon, he had to get to Anakin, he had to get to- Obi-Wan looked up at the silver door of the lift. What was he doing? He was better than this, he was better than a bunch of broken parts finally falling out of place. He went to push the button, but he couldn't reach it, he wasn't even near it.

He'd fallen to the floor, backed into the corner, gasping for air, clutching his tunic as he tried to grab the bar to stand up and pull it all together. The door was going to open and someone was going to see him- someone that didn't need to worry- Anakin.

"-Yeah I'll send it to ya!" Anakin stopped into the lift, a grand smile on his face, that smile, however, disappeared the second he saw Obi-Wan, gasping for breath, tears streaming down on the floor of a lift. "Master!" Anakin closed the door and sent it to the floor for their quarters before kneeling down next to him. "Obi-Wan, are you okay? What's going on?" Anakin asked, pulling the robe up and around Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan shook his head, terribly embarrassed. He tried to smile, he needed to smile to prove everything was okay, to prove he was okay. "Ana-" Obi-Wan shocked as he felt his face grow hotter. "-I'm sorry, this is terribly unlike me, I know." Obi-Wan cried as he tried to laugh, desperately putting a smile on his face as Anakin went to wipe away a tear. As soon as he did, Obi-Wan let out a sob.

Anakin jumped, and in his startlement, he pulled Obi-Wan into a hug. Pure instinct knew to grab Obi-Wan so they could get somewhere safe. "You don't have to apologize, Master, it's okay." Anakin whispered, feeling himself tear up. He didn't like it when Obi-Wan cried, he couldn't stand it. Obi-Wan let his head fall on Anakin's head as he cried, so embarrassed that he couldn't just be okay.

This wasn't like him, he was supposed to be better. But he wasn't. He was terrified, paranoid of a growing feeling that ate away at him. Breaking down Obi-Wan just as his tears. "I'm sorry-" He kept mumbling, "I'm sorry, Anakin, I'm sorry, I don't mean to, I don't mean any of this, I'm sorry-"

"Obi-Wan, it's okay, it's really okay, please, just, please, don't cry, Master, I can't handle it when you cry-" Anakin whimpered as he hugged his master. Even after all these years, even though Obi-Wan had been there for Anakin for what seemed like a lifetime, Anakin hadn't the slightest idea on how to get Obi-Wan to stop crying. Obi-Wan never cried.

The knowledge that Anakin couldn't help his master ate away at him and all Anakin could do was hold him and hope it would make him okay again. Anakin teared up as he wished for the power to make all his Master's pain just disappear forever. Obi-Wan didn't deserve to cry, he didn't deserve to feel sad, Obi-Wan was always there picking up all the broken pieces of Anakin, so Anakin had decided Obi-Wan didn't deserve to feel pain. He was everything good in the galaxy.... so why was he so sad?

"What's wrong, Master?" Anakin whispered, wiping his eyes, it was his turn to do what Obi-Wan always did for him, pick up the broken pieces of him. "Come on, let's go get you someone else-"

"No, no." Obi-Wan shook his head as he pushed Anakin away and stood up, grabbing the bar as the floor spin beneath him. The only thing greater than his pain was his panic, panic that Anakin would only continue to worry, but Anakin didn't have to worry about him. He was fine. "I'm fine, Anakin, really, I don't mean to worry you-"

"But... I am worried." Anakin said as Obi-Wan pushed past him, opening the door and stepping out, "Master, wait!" Anakin swung around as Obi-Wan darted down the hall, escaping Anakin without a second thought, "Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan hurried down the hall, a feeling of turmoil eating him alive. Eyes wide, he took a heavy breath with each weightless step. "Obi-Wan!" Anakin called as he followed his master, but Obi-Wan couldn't stop. He'd already shared too much, he didn't need to be seen as so much. He didn't need to seem a bother, he didn't have problems, he only ever helped others with theirs. "Obi-Wan! Come on!"

Anakin continued to call, running after him now, closing the distance between them, but every call that went unanswered furthered this ridge, so Anakin ran twice as fast. "Master! Please come back!" Anakin reached Obi-Wan, putting his hand on his shoulder and making Obi-Wan face him, "Master-"

"Please," Obi-Wan looked up, teary eyed, "Please don't follow me anymore-" He pleaded to Anakin, whose hand was out, begging Obi-Wan to take it. Anakin felt that turmoil within his master sink into him, "Anakin, please, I'm sorry," Obi-Wan begged. Anakin's heart sunk as he felt his Master's complete and utter defeat. Obi-Wan was begging Anakin to let him go. So Anakin couldn't do anything except to let his hand fall down to his side,

And let Obi-Wan go

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[idjitlili]

No longer the Seth Rogen to my James Franco.

Obi-wan x senator!reader.

Summary: Imagine having to deny your feelings for the Jedi master and him denying his too, until another person tries to court you. Kenobi fears it is too late for him.

Warnings: Angst, fluff. Oh, sorry low-key some Bi aspects,only brief.

Requested by anon and @ahsokatanolovebot

A/n: Queen of Galadriel, Is made up, based on Gaga , and low-key Cate blanchett. Galadriel is not in Star Wars but, yeah.

Word count:1.7k

Knowing Obi-wan for most of your life made living out life difficult. Him being a Jedi and you being a senator; you didn't see him too often.  However, since the Jedi council was so involved with politics it was not impossible or unlucky.  Especially multiple times he had been assigned to watch over you or protect you from threats.

Knowing Kenobi for so long was inevitably going to lead to feelings. When did he not flirt? He'd flirt with anyone , if a glass of water was conscious he'd flirt with it. It was like he was programmed like it, maybe he was just horny from being a Jedi... They say no attachments but that doesn't mean no hookups? Doesn't matter Obi-wan never did that not that he had mentioned. You were sure he'd tell you, yeah you weren't around each other often did not mean you weren't close.

It didn't matter how hard you tried to escape your feelings, nothing worked, you couldn't exactly tell Obi-wan to bugger off. You'd be dead, he had many times saved your life,. As well as he did not deserve you pushing him away when he was nothing but a sweetheart.

Nothing between the two of you could ever happen, you knew him too well. He'd never give up being a Jedi...for you. You'd have to except that, no matter how much you loved him.

Though, there times , sorry pretty much all the time, when you felt like it wasn't just you, there was something between you two. Whether that was him just being flirty or just a really good friendship. No, no. , could not be love no way.

'We could be loversss."

"What d'you say?"

"We could be lovers, y/n."

"Stop it , Ben. Don't do this to me. What do you want me to say, you will be king?"

His lips inches from yours, his breath against your cheek. "And you, you will be queen."

"You're lying, I better not stay."

It was like he'd only want to flirt with you like he was the forbidden fruit.  You didn't know, how you'd hurt Obi-wan too. Other times, it would be you flirting him with him or both of you flirting back and forth. Depending on situations/moods.

"Obi-wan shh, my advisor is coming."  Your bodies pressed each  other in the small closet in your office,  The closet so small, Obi-wans face was pressed against the B crook of your neck as  he tried not to laugh. Your arms throw around his neck.  His lips tickling the nerves in the tissue of your neck, you had meant to twitch.

Oh, he already knew you were ticklish, you had just refreshed his memory, a smirk upon his face as his finger tips travelled up your body slowly.

"B-Ben!"

To say the least your advisor soon left the room, to give you privacy, she just didn't know Obi-wan. Take you in an office? He could never , it would have to be a pirate ship or something, if he ever did or if you ever wanted to do that task. However, tickling you in your office absolutely. 

After years of not knowing his true feelings, you tried to get back into work again. Well, until you met someone new. She was this lady that was well respected in her home world, that had travelled to Corellia where you were senator.  In fact she wasn't just well respected but she was the Queen.  She had travelled far to meet you, claiming she admired your work.

To say the least when you met her you stunned, this woman was stunning. She looked exactly like Lady gaga, which the hair she had none, yet a crown rested against her head. She radiated dominance. Instead of dresses and jewels  as you might expect for a Queen. Her body was laced with armour , her glove though was covered with diamonds and at the end of her pointer finger there was a knife type thing.

She was a very beautiful woman, you were shocked at her behaviour at dinner, she was flirting with you. More than Obi-wan.

"Now Senator y/l/n, I must know is there anyone in your life at the moment?" The simple strokes of her fingers on the table cloth, leaning back causally waiting for your response.

"Oh, uhm, no one and please just y/n." A nod of her head, as she watched you become a little nervous.

"Very well, but you seem unsure."

"I was there was someone, they cannot be with me even if they did want to, it's against their culture."

"Oh, that's very unfortunate for such a beautiful woman." You had turned from your food to look behind you before turning back to the woman.

" Oh-I, sorry , I thought you were looking in the mirror."

After that there were a few more dinners, each more she was more forward to flirt. By the last one you knew she was not just doing it for no reason she had an intention. From then on you'd receive flowers, food, clothing, you name it. You knew she was offering a courtship, but you didn't know whether to accept.

Rowena was really a gorgeous woman and presented her feelings freely. It was just not the same, not like Obi-wan, he had never showed any sign that he would give up being a Jedi for you, at least Rowena actually liked you. You could not shake Obi-wan.

The last thing you expected was Obi-wan's appearance, when you were packing supplies for another planet on lockdown via the empire, alongside Rowena's help. Unlike most Queens Rowena was hands on , and cared deeply for all living things.

"Y/n?" You had thought the voice had been in your head, you felt like he would not bugger off lately, way he using Jedi minds tricks on you? So, you'd be in love with forever. The slight jab in the side from Rowena confirmed you weren't the only one who heard.

Turning around on the balls of your feet, face to face with Obi-wan, a tired Obi-wan. His body slightly hunched , bags under his eyes-don't fall for it.

"Obi-wan you're back." Rowena had turned to look at the man too, noticing your face, your tone , this was the man you spoke of. Her eyes catching Obi-wan his eyes scanning her briefly before looking back to you.

"Oh! Sorry, Obi-wan this is Rowena-The Queen of Galadriel, w-we ar-"

"Friends, unless you choose to accept, Y/n. Nice meeting you...Kenobi." With that she had left you with Obi-wan not before pressing a kiss to your cheek. You hadn't know what she had been planning, she knew you were hopelessly in love with Obi-wan even if she did habour feelings for you, she was going to help you.

"Accept what?" He had gotten closer, his heart was in his stomach, that was not friendly behaviour , he knew it, her longing stares on you, they way she said his name, gave him chills.

"Her courtship."

"O-oh, I am happy for you. I am just here for a week, to help." His eyes avoid yours, as he left, he wasn't happy. In fact, you had left heading to your room, your eyes heavy again, you were right he didn't like you.

Your pda with the Queen became more frequent, well it was just holding hands, laughing and the occasional hug. Every time Obi-was saw his heart felt like it was going to explode , he had never felt such jealousy, heartbreak, anger. He couldn't stand it no longer , he hadn't been there three days, you hadn't accepted the courtship let.

However, he feared it was too late. He couldn't stand it no longer, he was going to go back , see Anakin shove himself back into work. That did not happen simply because Asajj Ventress had turned up with a bunch of droids to prevent any supplies to be sent out.

That exact moment you had been walking with a smoothie in your hand. Jumping out of your skin, and thrown the smoothie all over Ventress. She did not appreciate that, so you were captured. Obi-wan had heard a commotion and that was it, he followed the sound of... talking...no fighting but with flirtatious remarks. Oh no! The disgrace.

He had decided he had enough and hid behind walls, droids, lampposts whatever he could. To say the least he had not expected to come across Rowena fight Ventress, wait was this an enemies to lovers , oh it is.. what was angry flirting quickly turning into them kissing, as Rowena gestured for Obi-wan to come out and help you.

Pulled to your feet, your restrains removed as all the droids were destroyed, Rowena had turned her head back to you, grinning. Her elbow locked with Ventress' it was clear she had forgotten or had lost interest in her mission, now in the company with a Queen leaving you with Obi-wan. 

Your eyes meeting his, his hands still holding yours from helping you up, his eyes drowning, his face tired. Your skins touching warmth spreading through your body like blood, his callousness fingers gripping yours.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I cannot watch you be with someone else; when I-I l-love you."

"I cannot be with someone else; I love you."

Okay, so you were almost Queen, Obi-wan was almost right about that, it wasn’t long after that moment the temple was destroyed and you and Obi-wan ended up in Tatooine, forever. Well, not forever...