#ewan mcgregor oneshot

[lilianasnape]

Her favourite boy

Leilani Serenno & Obi-Wan Kenobi

– from "The Countess" on wattpad

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[keffirinne]

Roman Sionis oneshots

Hey, I wrote something!

Go check it out if want some smut about this amazing man

-> Read on ao3 <-

@house-of-slayterr you can be proud of me pal

[starpains]

I started writing a fic that was supposed to be this meet-cute bookstore au oneshot and then it grew plot and I’m now 15 chapters in with over 60k words and it keeps growing and please send help.

It started as a tribute to how hot Ewan McGregor looks in a turtleneck.

It still is a tribute to how hot Ewan McGregor looks in a turtleneck, but also without.

[odettebarton]

I low key will write a fanfic oneshot with ewan mcgregor and pedro pascal taking the reader to go see the Barbie movie.

[bluebirdsboi]

Star Wars Masterlist | Last Updated: 8/9/23

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Fluff = 🥰 | Angst = 😢 | Smut = 🥵 | Hurt Comfort = 🩹 Platonic = 🤝 Headcanons = 📝 | ABC Headcanons = 👩‍🏫 | Oneshot = 📘 | Series = 📚 AU = 🌎 | Songfic = 🎵 Male Reader = 💙 | Gender Neutral Reader = 💜 | Female x Female = 💖 Story on hold = ✋ | Character on hold = 🔒

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Din Djarin (Pedro Pascal) 

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Obi-Wan Kenobi (Ewan McGregor) | 🔒

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Poe Dameron (Oscar Isaac) 

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[embrassemoi]

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 (𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒)

─── The frigid cold of Orto Plutonia was more tenacious than predicted. But Obi-Wan manages to make it warmer.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Contents: fluff, established (secret) relationship, obi being cute, bullying Ani, one suggestive joke, no beta, 1.2k+

Notes: Takes place sometime during S1E15 :Trespass of the clone wars :) also here’s the original request

“Marker… this a joke.” 

The frigid cold of Orto Plutonia was more tenacious than predicted. It swept underneath clothes, chilling and biting at the skin with its coat of frost and endless expanse of snow. 

Her hands, she concluded, were the coldest. The gloves the Council had issued were thin, allowing for dexterity to properly yield her saber, but provided no warmth. Her jacket, yet lined with artificial fur, did little overtime to shield them from the wind as she shivered at the bone-chilling gust of wind ruffling through. 

She lowered her chin into her scarf and coat, only glancing over to Obi-Wan who shuffled closer to her as Anakin proceeded to complain. 

“One. Hilarious. Joke.” 

She curled and flexed her fingers, noting how numbness settled into them. 

“Argh! Blast!” 

She and Obi-Wan turned their heads to shoot Anakin an amused look, but he doesn’t seem to notice, only staring out over the frozen field, looking forlorn. 

A series of muttered profanities spewed from him – face a blotchy pink as his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Anakin did a poor job fighting the shivers racking his body. 

She would have laughed at him had her face not been frozen into a similar grimace. 

“Something the matter?” Obi-Wan asked, amusement lacing his voice. 

“I’m not in the mood for your teasing right now, Master.” 

“It’s an honest question. Maybe it’s something to do with how violently you’re shivering.” 

“Ah, yes,” Anakin drawled, “must be because of the sun.” 

“It is lovely out.” 

Harsh and howling, they fell silent when the wind hit them again as they trekked further across the horizon. Anakin could be heard sucking in a pained breath and the sounds of fresh snow crunching under their boots. Even Obi-Wan turned his back sharply against the breeze, shielding both of them while several clones in the distance huddled closer together for warmth. 

Anakin groaned loudly, pulling the hood of his jacket further down to shield his face. “Why is it so kriffing cold!” 

She was foolish that it was impossible to get any colder than she already was and with a cloud of breath bursting out from her along with a laugh. 

“Perhaps it’s because it’s winter,” she shot back, fist curling and uncurling. 

A pointed elbow knocked her in the side as he grunted something inaudible. 

“Have I mentioned that I hate you?” 

“The Jedi cannot hate, Anakin,” Obi-Wan breathly exhaled. 

She, however, found herself smirking. “Not since Naboo.” 

“Oh,” he drawled, “I’m long overdue then.” 

Obi-Wan forced down his smile while keeping his eyes fixated on the building they’ve been monitoring, senses alert and mind ready for impending danger. 

“Okay,” Anakin hissed out dryly. He spun around, looking at the General as he slowly began inching his way back down the fill. “I can’t do this. I’m going to see if the Senator or droids need me.” 

“May the Force lead you to some warmth, then,” Obi-Wan replied, only to hear Anakin spout how the Force can ‘stick it,’ much to his dismay whose only response was another wearily sigh. 

Both Jedi cast one look back towards Anakin’s disappearing outline before reflexively turning towards each other. They drew closer, walking in companionable silence until more violent winds halted them in their tracks. 

“Let’s finish securing the base,” he said hurriedly. 

Never had she agreed to an order faster. 

• • •

Time was easily lost. 

They had spent hours making certain the security around the perimeter of the abandoned Republic base was stable and void of any suspects. But even inside it felt colder: the damaged heat generators broke down with long-disused fireplaces. 

With what was left, the day eased into dusk as exhaustion wore down on her, the mission becoming far more violent than originally intended.

She pulled herself into a secluded room and stared out to the open sky, catching a glimmer of streaking starlight and letting tranquillity settle through instead before shifting into a meditative state. 

Perhaps it was the calling of her name or the unwelcome chill engulfing the little bare skin still exposed, but she snapped out of her reverie as Obi-Wan stepped in, closing the door behind him and stood by her side. 

Silence fell around them for a long, blissful moment, letting the stiffness roll from their shoulders. 

He turned to her eventually, giving her a thoughtful look and murmuring, "I’ve been looking for you.” 

“I tried to find somewhere warmer.” 

By her side, her fingers twitched: burning from the cold before rubbing them together in hopes to convert the friction into warmth. 

Instinctively, Obi-Wan reached to grasp one, pressing a kiss over her knuckles. 

“I told you to pack warm,” he muttered, pulling her close to his chest. She watched his mouth curl upwards. 

He beckoned her into his arms, feeling the hot air brush against the nape of her neck while he dipped his head to press a kiss to her jaw and cheek. A shiver thrilled down her spine. 

“We could always share body heat later.” 

Obi-Wan sighed with a low humming laugh that managed to break out a few giggles from her. 

And yet, he continued to observe her with a faux-skeptical arch of his brow, standing beside her with cross arms as though he wrestled internally with a sort of dilemma. He looked at her with a strange intensity and she felt just the slightest brush of his signature against her own. 

His fingers raised to tip her chin up, tenderly letting his hand brush against her cheek while his azure gaze greeted her. 

“I want to show you something.” 

Slowly, he tugged off his gloves before hers – not without protest – as his hands cupped hers into a ball. His eyes fluttered shut as he concentrated: the Force around them shifted, pulling out something deep within Obi-Wan. 

A small gasp tore from her. 

A flicker of warmth materialized in the space between them while his signature flowed outwards. It ebbed away at the cold filling their bodies with warmth and he continued to emit light. 

Like this, with the little light still left to reflect off the blinding white snow, it glinted off strands of his auburn hair and made them burn like gold. 

“Better?” he asked, eyes fluttering open with a slight pink hue on his cheeks. 

As the cold released her from its hold, her body relaxed into his warm embrace. She could feel her hands again, that dull numbness vanishing the longer he held them. 

“Better.” 

He hummed and like muscle memory, Obi-Wan briefly let his signature expand out, checking for anyone close before leaning in, pressing warm lips against hers and sliding his hand down the base of her neck. 

It was soft, without urgency, and everything felt like an unravelling of heat – open-mouth kisses that held no meaning other than just being content to be near each other, to simply have something just for them at that moment. 

She kept breathing him in, feeling her head swim and body effervescent. 

It was only the sweeping cold that managed to work past the walls and barrier of warmth that stopped them. Obi-Wan’s signature flickered intensely, feeling another wave of warmth wrapping around her dotingly. 

“You have to teach me that one.” 

He gently pressed his forehead against hers. 

“I don’t know. I like holding you like this.” 

[klarex]

Especially for you @0-0slashers0-0 it's a bit short tho.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: light swearing?

Summary: You and Obi-wan were waiting for Qui-Gon to come back.

Paring: Padawan! Obi-wan x Padawan! reader

Sand

Pov. Y/n

Council decided to sent me on a mission with Obi-wan and his Master on negotiations, but it turned to be a fight. We were on Tatooine waiting for Master Qui-Gon to return. I was sitting on sand trying to meditate, but unfortunately I couldn't focus.

- Struggling?

I heard a voice behind me and immediately know who was that.

- A little bit..

I chucked and opened my eyes. I saw Obi-wan sitting next to me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and brought me closer to him. I put my head on his shoulder and sighed. Two suns were setting in front of us, creating such a beautiful aura. I slipped my head on his lap and looked into his eyes. He looked at me suprised as I put my hands behind his head.

- I think we have some time before Qui-Gon shows up..

I whispered, bring our faces closer to each other.

- I suppose you are right..

He whispered back before our lips touched. He brought me up a little with his legs as his one hand landed on my cheek and the other on my hip. I stroked his hair gently.

We pulled away when we heard Obi-wan's comlink ringing. He sighed.

- Wait here.

He said as he stood up and walked away. I layed down on sand closing my eyes, feeling a little tired.

This whole day is exhausting!

I ran a hand through my hair. Moments later I heard Obi-wan's footsteps.

- Are you asleep?

He whispered and I nodded tiredly. He laughed.

- Let's get you to bed..

He said and crouched next to me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arm around his neck which made him gasp. I giggled and put my head on his shoulder. He gently put his hands under my thighs and made his way to the ship.

When I heard a loud whoosh I opened one eye to see we were in a small room with a small bed in it. He gently put me down, but I didn't let go.

- Y/n?

I hummed in response, smirking.

- Let go.

He said and I shook my head.

- No.

I said and opened my eyes to see him already looking at me.

- The bed is too small for us both.

He said and I pulled him into me, making him fall next to me.

- Now, shut the hell up and let me sleep.

I said as I snuggled into his chest, leaving him shocked. I looked up at him and pecked his lips.

- Goodnight darling..

He said and he kissed my forehead.

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[maes-flowers]

For them, for us (Obi-wan Kenobi x reader)

Summary: Following the Kenobi series, two former Jedi masters Obi-wan Kenobi and Y/n Marilla are grieving the lost of Anakin, Padme, and the jedi purge. After pledging to watch over Luke Skywalker and spending ten years in exile, and making a life together what will happen when the mistakes they made in their past come back as a new threat?

Authors note: I had to repost cause I wasn't showing up in any tags lol but if you like this story and want to be added to the taglist let me know down below!

Warnings: Very clear signs PTSD (panic attack, nightmares, and hypervigilance) arguments, violence, some fluff, and I think that's it

Prologue

You hated nighttime.

Especially the nights you would shoot yourself out of bed in the middle of the night due to your mind reliving memories you wished would leave you. But the war, the screaming, the bloodshed, and the mistakes you've made in the past haunted you and every breath you took.

Your chest heaved as you blinked rapidly, your eyes adjusting to being open as you took in your surroundings. The small and familiar hut in a cave provides a soothing comfort as you sit on the small bed you shared with Obi-wan. Your hair toppled down your shoulder grazing your bare arms as you shuddered from the cold desert air blowing in creating goose bumps to appear on your skin.

You closed your eyes again for a moment but images from your nightmare came quickly flowing back.

You hated the nights you couldn't fall back asleep even more.

Sighing, you lifted the blanket from your body and stood up. Your back popping as you stretch the sleep away from your muscles. Looking down you stared at the sleeping man below. who had been knocked out cold after a day in the sun before you got home from your own job.

“At least one of us gets a nice night of sleep.” you whispered quietly.

You grabbed your shawl from the floor and draped it over your shoulders, you weren't sure what time it was but you knew it was way too early for you to be awake. You stood awkwardly in the middle of the place, unsure of what to do. Your options for entertainment are already limited on any other day, but even more so when your overworked husband was sleeping a mere few feet away.

Until your eyes landed on the large metal pool you kept in the corner of the cave. You stared at it in thought, it was early so you'd be safe from anyone witnessing you and be safe from Obi-wan's scolding if you were to practice right now. 

While Obi-wan had completely sealed himself from the force, you still kept in touch with it much to Obi-wan’s disappointment. Although not as much as your younger self did but enough to keep you occupied a few nights a week if you were lucky. From practicing small mind tricks on animals, levitating objects around your small home, and last but not least practicing your lightsaber skills.

With a mental stick you had managed to steal from a scraper site since your actual lightsaber was buried deep in the sands of Tatooine.

You slid on your boots and grabbed the pole and headed outside giving one more glance to Obi-wan's sleeping form as you stepped away.

Tatooine had no moon on the planet, but  instead had two suns so it never truly became fully dark. Which had made sleeping even more of a task than it already was before having to keep scraps of fabric on any possible crevice light could come in. at least it was convenient on the nights you sneak out.

You never moved too far from the entrance to your home, always keeping the place in your line of sight. After an incident where you strayed too far from the cave and didn't hear or see Obi-wan come up behind you resulting in you slamming the pole right into his stomach you promised you wouldn't let that happen again. 

 Twirling the pole in your hand, you did a couple practice swings in the air, stretching your muscles in your shoulders and arms warming your body up. the weight was heavy in your hand as you began to move. Your mind went to your master, Stass Allie as you went to strike your imaginary enemy. The stern but kind woman had specialized in force healing but also was one of the best lightsaber duelists you've ever seen and was the main reason you were the Jedi you were. You had hoped dearly that she had made it out alive when order 66 was implemented.

You shook your head to get rid of the thought as your body went on autopilot. You grunted as you threw the pole and quickly brought it back with the force. You kept your breath low and steady as you got on your knees, your body performing the moves that allowed you to attack a person's legs before rolling back up, switching the pole in your opposite hand as you turned around quickly, redoing the stances of basic lightsaber forms again. Getting used to the unbalance of attacking  with your nondominant hand. 

You smiled at the familiar feeling, you felt like you again even for just a brief moment as you pretended you were back in the temple and your and your friends lives weren't ripped apart by the empire. 

You had to give up your actual name in public places, opting for ‘Kilian’ to avoid anyone connecting the dots of your identity, leaving your home on Coursant, and getting rid of your saber. And although you would do it again if it meant protecting the twins and being with Obi-wan, you would be lying if you said you felt like you lost a huge part of yourself. You gritted your teeth and slammed the pole right into a rock, metal bending awkwardly to the right when you staggered away.

“Y/n.” a voice you very quickly recognized as Obi-wans called out to you, dropping the bent makeshift weapon you looked over at him. 

Expecting the usual look of disappointment, all you found was worry.

You panted from the exertion, you sat down on a small rock and hung your head between your legs.

“Stupid pole.”  You heaved, not enjoying the slight twinge of pain in your hip. “What are you doing up?” you asked.

“The same reason you're awake, I assume.” Obi-wan sighed

You heard the sound of boots grazing the rocks on the ground, keeping your eyes low until the man in front of you kneeled down in front of you. 

“Bad night?” he asked.

“Bad night.” you echoed pathetically.

Slowly looking up you came eye to eye with Obi-wan, his hand coming up and pressing into the tender muscle of your hip. You groaned at the feeling and leaned forward until your head planted on his chest, thankful he knows you well enough to do the small action without asking.

“Kriff, I love you, do you know that?” you said, relaxing at the small massage his large hands gave you, you moaned softly at the relief of the knot coming undone.

“I have a faint idea.” he mumbled, his hands leaving your hip and opting to grab your hand, his fingers running over the small band around your finger. Although you and Obi-wan never got officially married, you both had made rings soon after you arrived on Tatooine and called it good enough. No one else needed to know besides you two anyway.

“Did you have a nightmare?” he asked, you looked up from his chest and shrugged as if it was no big deal.

��Ah you know, just the usual.” you said, “I'm assuming you did as well?”

Obi-wan looked down, his sheltered reaction confirming the obvious.

“Glad to see nothing has changed in the Kenobi household.” you joked sadly, although you enjoyed the small laugh the man let out. He looked up at you, and you pushed the longer copper strands away from his eyes.

Obi-wan truly hasn't changed too much in the last ten years, the mullet he sported years before had returned and his beard had grown a tad longer. With some fine lines around his eyes, most likely due to the powerful rays of two suns and the constant squinting during the mid afternoon as he worked outside. He still remained the unfairly handsome man you met decades ago in your eyes. 

“Quit judging the old man.” he said, you gasped at that and jokingly pulled at the roots of his hair lightly, smirking at the quiet groan he let out under your grip.

“I'm not! I'm admiring you and plus you only have five years on me.” you said, running your hands down until each one was on each side of his jaw. You leaned forward and kissed him, happily accepting Obi-wan's grip returning to your hip as you deepened the kiss. He gave you a few more moments before he reluctantly pulled away.

“Come back to bed,” Obi-wan said, you sighed at the thought of going back to the nightmares. 

“I know, I feel the same way but I know you work tomorrow and you need some sleep.” Obi-wan said, already noticing your apprehension to the idea.

You just nodded in defeat, you knew he was right. You worked at the local tavern in the town and although you didn't go to work early you worked late often.

You stood up and grabbed the pole, Obi-wan following beside you as you both walked back home.

As the two of you laid back down, you reached for Obi-wan as you curled up under his larger frame, tucking your head under his chin.

“Tomorrow morning, you think we can go check up on Luke?” you asked, sleep already reclaiming your mind. “It's been a few weeks since I was able to go with you.” your voice trailed off at the end, letting your eyes fall shut.

“Of course, Love.” Obi-wan said, but he received soft snores in response.

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You and Obi-wan sat silently on the small mountain that overlooked the Lars residence, it had been weeks since you had come with Obi-wan to do your weekly check in on him. You were catching up on sleep from the unruly schedule your job had from work and your insomnia. In result, you slept in late today as well, having to take the very, very old speeder bike you managed to buy off one of your regulars for a good deal to meet up with Obi-wan who had left an hour before. The two of you both held binoculars to your eyes as you watched Luke run away from his chores.

“Where is that kid going?” you mumbled to yourself, watching Owen Lars stop what he was doing and looked for Luke.

You watched as Obi-wan scanned the larger area surrounding their home, but you kept your eyes on the side of the house. Chuckling at the sight of Luke climbing onto the roof and sliding goggles over his head.

Your smile dropped as you then saw him act like he was podracing, you put down the binoculars and watched in disbelief. That was the most Anakin-like thing you've ever seen the kid do, and you wouldn't be lying if you said that the sight alone did not punch a hole of grief into your stomach.

“Wow.” you mumbled, looking over at your husband as he slowly lowers his own binoculars. 

Obi-wan stayed silent as he started ahead. You wish you knew what he was thinking at that moment of seeing the spitting image of his friend. You were about to comfort him but heard you watch beep at you and you cursed, quickly standing up. You dusted off your pants as you grabbed your stuff.

“You need better time management, Starlight.” Obi-wan said, looking up at you. You ignored the way the new nickname turned your face red as you rolled your eyes.

“Ha-ha.” you said displeased, leaning down and kissing his head. “I'll be back later tonight, I love you.” 

You stepped toward the cliff edge and peered over, the drop wasn't too far and you could see your bike right below you.

“Why must you insist on taking the most unsafe routes?” Obi-wan chastised, you looked over your shoulder as you crouched down.

“Because it's fun.” and with that you dropped down and landed on the seat of your bike on your feet, the uneven weight making you wobble as you sat down on it properly. You looked up and saw Obi-wan looking over the edge, a small smile on his face as you waved to him and sped off.

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The day after seeing Luke, the Tavern was disgustingly slow. To the point you should've just stayed home since the jobs pay was terrible without tips. You sighed as you closed the bar early, as one of your co-workers told you to just go home.

So when you were walking through town you didn't expect to see Obi-wan and Owen Lars talking to each other. Owen's face was tight with annoyance as you heard his voice the closer you got to them.

“Anakin is dead Ben,” Owen reminded. “And I won't let you make the same mistake twice.”

You sighed, knowing Obi-wan once again pushed the boundary Owen had set with Luke. although you hated it you kept your distance so you avoided situations like this.

“Owen,” you called at, your voice hard. “Let's not go to cheapshots, shall we?” you stopped in front of him. You had seen Owen in town more often than Obi-wan had, as he stopped in once in a while for a drink and something to eat. You had the opportunity to see Luke once with him as well, he reluctantly allowed you to introduce yourself. You knew he was protective of his nephew but you knew Obi-wan was as well.

“I know you care, and I don't hold that against you but you have to understand we are not trying to make him a soldier or anything like that.” you kept your voice low so no one could hear you. “We care about him too, and the sooner you see that the easier this will make everything. Don't forget without us you wouldn't even know that little boy was alive right now so don't directly insult my husband for a tragedy he had no control over.”

Owen just looked at your silence for a moment before he shook his head.

“Leave him on the farm, with his family, where he belongs.” he warned before he walked away.

You sighed and pinched your nose, shaking your head.

“ Why is he so stubborn-” You halted your sentence as you heard the shouts of the villagers.

“Move,” A deep voice rattled. “Move! Get out of the way.” 

Your fight or flight activated as you saw the figure in all black armor walk down the street pushing away citizens in their way.

“Behind the wall, go.” Obi-wan hurried, his voice in a quiet rush as the both of you backed against the wall.

“You know why we are here,” a man with a ragged voice announced, his face green contrasting poorly with the black armor. “There is a jedi hiding on this planet and we need to know where he is! Tell us the location and you will be rewarded well.”

“Or you'll be punished!” a woman's voice called out, as she walked down the street. Tall and powerful as she sauntered around the crowd. “Hands go first! That way, when you reach for anything you will think of us.” she warned.

You watched an older woman begin to yell at the inquisitor.

“This is the outer rim!” a woman's voice called out. “You have no rights here.”

You watched as the inquisitor turned to the woman, her hand moving toward her saber. You stepped forward on instinct, your body wanting to help but Obi-wan arm flew out and kept you pushed against the wall.

“Don’t.” he hissed.

The Inquisitor  turned on her saber and quickly sliced off the woman's hand, your hand flew to your mouth as the crowd around you gasped at the screaming woman.

“All we want is information!” she yelled circling around the crowd like a predator. “If anyone knows anything about a jedi…” her voice trailed off when she looked at Owen.

“You know something?” she questioned, Owen shook his head.

“What's your name?” she asked, her tone calmer than before.

“Owen,” he said.

“Owen,” she echoed, as if getting used to his name on her tongue. “Farmer, right? Have a wife? A kid?”

“My family’s of no concern for you.” he said, and you wanted to smack him across the face at the attitude.

“Might be, you got a Jedi on that farm too?” 

“No.” Owen replied. “I have no love for the jedi, they are vermin and I kill vermin on my farm.”

You began to search for any possible escape routes, heart pounding so hard you could hear it. Owen was going to sell you out.

“You protect your family,” she said, stepping forward and adjusting his vest. “I like that Owen.”

She leaned forward and looked him in the eyes.

“You think you can protect them from me?” she asked. 

When Owen said nothing, you almost cried in relief.

“Tell me where the Jedi is, or this man and his family die!” she shouted. You launched forward, but Obi-wan once again shoved you back against the wall.

“Damn it Ben,” you seethed, not even daring letting anyone of those monsters hear his real name right now. “She is threatening Luke!” you whispered.

“The Jedi are cowards! They abandoned you! And you do not need to protect them because they will not do the same for you.”  she shouted and looked at Owen. She stepped forward and hovered the blade right in front of his neck. You curled your fists, digging your nails into your palm as you watched Owen stand still, but his face showed fear.

You heard a hand slam down on a crate.

“Enough!”  the green man shouted. “If you remember anything, a reward will be given.” he told the crowd.

“Stand down Third sister.” the man warned, you watched her glare and held her blade up. “Now!”

She deactivated her saber and walked away, you waited until they were out of sight before you ripped Obi-wan's arm away and headed toward Owen. 

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“Yes, I'm fine.” he replied curtly.

“Owen,” you said as quietly as possible. “If I had sensed those people coming I would've told you not to come to town today, I'm so sorry.” you said, the apology sincere. Being able to sense people like that is a large reason you kept your connection to the force in the first place. Owen looked at you and nodded.

“I know.”

You heard Obi-wan come up behind you, his hand grazing your lower back as if you would slip away again.

“Thank you owen.” Obi-wan said, the farmer glared at him.

“I didn't do it for you.” he  said distastefully before walking off.

 You felt your heart hammer in your chest, if that went any worse and Owen Gave away you and Obi-wan's position you'd be dead right now. You felt bile at the back of your throat as you stepped away from the man behind you and threw up. You didn't want to think of the odd looks you were getting right now as Obi-wan pulled back your hair as you quite literally threw up the adrenaline and fear your body had created in the last ten minutes. Your hands trembled severely as you felt an overwhelming sense of doom fill you, you hadn't been that close to someone so dangerous since the purge and you were not reacting well to it.

 Tears began pricking your eyes as you spit on the ground, trying to rid your mouth from the gross taste.

“I cant breathe” you gritted out. “Need somewhere safe.” you gapsed, although your hyperventilating made the words sound choppy and was hard to understand.

You could hear Obi-wan's voice call out to you but you didn't understand what he was saying as your whole body began to tremble and blackspots dab the edge of your vision.

The last thing you remember was the feeling of your body falling forward.

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When your eyes opened again, you felt like a speeder had run you over, your body stiff as you adjusted to the light. You recognized home quickly at the  feeling mattress under you, the smell of home and the desert calming your nerves. Using your arms you slowly dragged your body up into a sitting position and began to move your legs to stand up.

“You leave that bed and I will not hesitate to restrain you.” Obi-wan's voice said from behind you, turning around and you saw him hold a wet rag in his hands, coming to sit with you on your guys bed and wiped the cold rag across your head and you sighed at the slight shock against your hot skin, the surprise on your senses proving a nice distraction for a moment.

“You haven't had an attack like that in years.” Obi-wan murmed. “I never get used to them.”

“I'm sorry,” you cringed at the sound of your rough and raspy voice. “I'm so sorry” 

You were embarrassed at the way you reacted to everything, you always kept a front and tried to have those moments of sheer fear of your safety in private. Even after all these years there were times like today you felt like you were back in that temple.

“I thought Luke was going to  get hurt, and then I assumed Owen would rat us out and I just…”  you groaned in frustration. “I can usually keep them at bay until I'm alone. I don't know what happened.” Obi-wan put down the rag and pushed your hair away.

“They still happen?” he asked, a slight tone of disappointment jumped out at you.

You nodded.

“Not Often, like before.” you scratched the back of your neck. “ Now it's just once every few months at most.”

“Why didn't you tell me?” he said and you looked up at him.

“Because sometimes talking about it hurts more.” you admitted. “You of all people should know that.” you took a sip of water from your canteen, pleasantly surprised to see there was no taste of bile.

Did he brush your teeth while you were passed out?

“You're right,” Obi-wan said. “I do know, it's not fair of me to expect you to tell me when I hold myself back as well, I suppose.”

“Yeah well,” you shrugged. “Good thing I like you enough to excuse it.” you said, a small smirk twitching at your lips as Obi-wan rolled his eyes.

Obi-wan pulled you in and kissed you softly, chapped lips slotting perfectly against yours. Shuddering under his touch you wrapped arms around his neck dragging him closer. You went to grab the bottom of his shirt when you heard a loud beeping. You pulled away from him and looked around, searching for the source of the sound.

“What is that?” you asked, looking over at Obi-wan, concern growing when you saw his pale face. He quickly stood up and walked over to the table and pulled a small box from it. You watched in confusion as he clicked open the box and dug around, but soon quickly also paled at the sight of his jedi robes.

Which he kept in the same box he also kept the emergency holoprojector Bail Organa gave you both when he took Leia to Alderan. 

You scrambled out of bed and joined him at the table as he grabbed the holoprojector and answered.

“Senator Organa?” Obi-wan asked.

You saw Bail and Breha standing together, Bail's arm wrapped around his wife's shoulder as she cried.

“Obi-wan? Y/n?” he called out, “It's Leia…something has happened.” 

You and Obi-wan looked at eachother, your hand grabbing his bicep to ground yourself.

“What happened?” you asked, your anxiety from earlier quickly bubbling up.

“She's gone, we don't know who it was. There was no ransom, no leads but whoever they were, they knew where she would be. They…” Bail cleared his throat.. “They were waiting.”

“She needs you, both of you.” Breha begged. “We can't trust anyone else.”

You were about to respond, kriff you were about to pack a bag and hop on the nearest transport ship and head straight to Alderan but Obi-wan cut you off.

“What about the Senate?” he asked.

You turned and looked at him in disbelief.

“We cannot let this become public, it would draw too much attention.” Bail argued,

“Well what about a guard, or-or a bounty hunter?” 

“Obi-wan!” you gasped at your husband, how is he not freaking out about this and being so dismissive.

“Only you two know how important she really is, if she is discovered…” the senator trailed off.

“We cannot leave here, Bail.” Obi-wan said. “Our duty is to the boy.”

“What about your duty to his sister?” Bail spat, but Obi-wan shook his head.

“It's been ten years, I'm not who I used to be.” he explained, and you watched the couple's faces fall. “Find someone else.”

You snatched the projector off the table and held it tight in your hands, Obi-wan looked over at you in surprise. You stepped away when Obi-wan took a step toward you and you backed away faster.

“Stay here!” you snapped. “I can't even-” you didn't bother to finish your sentence as you quickly left the cave, walking far enough so Obi-wan couldnt hear you.

“Bail, get any information about what happened and get on the soonest ship to Tatooine, I can try my best to convince him but the man is so stubborn I'm sure I'll need you too.” you demanded. “Even then if he doesn't agree to go then I'll go by myself.”

Bail nodded in response.

“Don't worry you two. if it's the last thing I do, I'll bring Leia home.” you comforted, tone softer. “I'll see you soon Bail.” and with that you hung up the call.

You sighed and rubbed your face, not excited for the argument that was about to start as soon as you stepped back into the cave. 

You put the holoprojector in your pocket and made your way back.

When you stepped into the cave you saw Obi-wan still standing at the table, his arms crossed and looking ahead, angry and worried at the same

“You are being too reckless you know we ca-”

“What was that?” you interrupted, not caring for what he had to say. “The senate? A Bounty hunter!? That little girl is practically our niece and you want some random person to go save her?”

“We cannot leave the boy here alone.” 

You glared. “He's not alone and you know that but Leia? She is, and whoever has her could kill her! I know we both think Luke could be force sensitive but what if Leia is too? She's just as important!”

“Do you think I don't know that?” Obi-wan snapped.

“From how you're acting? No I don't!” you exclaimed. “If you're worried about the inquisitors being here then i'll gladly turn myself in to get them to leave this planet if that will give you the incentive to go get her.” you mouth tumbling out the harsh words faster than you can think.

Although you quickly regretted the words when you saw the look of hurt on the man's face, you still continued on.

“What did we agree on when we decided to come here in the first place?” you asked. “For them, not just Luke and not just Leia. protect both of them.”

Obi-wan stayed silent and avoided your gaze.

You grabbed your shawl from the hook on the wall and slid it on.

“Just…sleep on it.” you suggested. “I'm going to go on a walk.” you both needed space from one other.

“I love you.” you called out softly as you left.

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Neither of you said a word to each other, you watched him leave for work silently. Sitting on the bed, your head rested against your raised knees as you thought about Leia. She had looked so much like her mother when she was first born you wondered if she continued to look like her or even act like her.

You didn't move much that day, your body almost stuck in the position well into the evening, until one of two suns began to descend into the sky and the security system went off. You sat up straight as you saw a shadow grow closer and reached under your pillow grabbing your Vibroblade. A hooded man walked in, and you stood up. Your garud high as you stepped forward.

“Bail?” you called out, the man turned to you and pulled down his hood. You smiled at the sight. Greyer hair and more weight on his form but still Bail Organa.

“Master Y/n.” he said, you raised a brow at the old title.

“Please,” you chuckled lightly, walking up to him. “That is a meaningless name now, y/n is fine.”

Bail shook your hand, his grip tense and clammy. You frowned at the anxious show of the usually level-head man.

“Have you spoken to him?” he asked.

“Yes, last night's discussion was very…unproductive I must say.” you looked at the watch on your wrist. “But Obi-wan should be home soon, I'm hoping you'll have a better chance with him. You're much more coherent with your words than I am.”

“I'm sure you did fine, you were always too hard on yourself dear friend.”

You laughed.

“Yeah well, thankfully I was better with A lightsaber than with politics.”

“You should have not come.” Obi-wan's voice announced.

You and Bail turned around, to see Obi-wan walking in. He gave a stare that screamed ‘Really?’

“She's heading to Daiyu,” Bail started. “They hid their signature behind a freight transport, the ship is on its way there now.”

“I can't.” Obi-wan sighed.

“She's my daughter Obi-wan”Bail begged

“I'm not the man you remember.”

“Well you're going to have to be!” Bail shouted. 

“I can't leave the boy Bail!” Obi-wan argued, his gloves hand clenched at his side.

“This isn't about the boy and you know it!” Bail rubbed his forehead, soothing a worry line. “You've made mistakes, we all did. It's in the past…move on and be done with it.” he looked at Obi-wan.“You couldn't save Anakin, but you could save her.”

You watched the conversation anxiously, is that why he was scared? Did he think he'd fail?

You hoped not, or else that argument the night before was going to make you look like a jerk.

“And what if I can't?” Obi-wan asked desperately, pain and insecurity woven into the features of his face.

“There is no one I trust more with my child than you two. So please old friend, one more fight for her.”

Obi-wan stayed silent for a long time, you and Bial stood there patiently waiting for his answer.

“Okay… I'll do it.” he finally relented.

You smiled in relief at that, happy you didn't have to sneak off from him in the middle of the night. You glanced over at Bail and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to give him comfort.

“Go home, go to work like normal and tell no one our names or anything like that . The more kept under wraps the easier on everyone.”

“Whatever you say,” Bail agreed. “Just bring home my daughter.”

You gave him a determined nod watching Obi-wan shake his hand before he pulled back up his hood and leave.

You and Obi-wan both turned to each other, you looked down and cleared your throat thinking about what to say.

“I'm sorry- the two of you spoke at the same time, you chuckled when Obi-wan gestured for you to do first.

“I'm scared too.” you confessed. “No, actually I'm terrified of failing someone who needs my protection like I did back at the temple.” you laughed bitterly as you placed a hand on your chest. “But I can't live with another child's death on my hands, not when I could do something about it” you said, voice wobbling with emotion, Obi-wan frowned and grabbed your hand. “And I know you don't feel like you could be that person to help her after what has happened, but I know you can.”  you wiped your eyes with your free hand. “We couldn't save Anakin or Padme, but we can help her and I think we owe that to them.”

 “I'm sorry,” Obi-wan pulled you in. “You're right.”

You shoved your face into his chest.

“I'm sorry too.”

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Your boots pounded into the packed sand of the town as you made your way to the transportation station, your hands constantly fidgeting your side to make sure the long v shaped bodice over your shirt crossed over your chest, long fabric draping over your hips and covered your recently retrieved lightsaber strapped to a harness on your thigh.

You felt like yourself again like this, the lightsaber at your disposal and with the former general at your side to the point You almost began to expect people to call you commander again.

You had been a commander with Ahsoka Tano during the war, often working with Obi-wan and his battalion on his flagship when you weren't on Coruscant.

You missed lwhen your biggest issue was hunting down General Grievous and protecting high profile senators.

You were too far in your own thoughts. You didn't notice Obi-wan stop in front of check in, your body slamming into his back and forehead hitting the hard muscle.

“Dank Farrik.” you said, as you stepped over and looked up at the taller man who started down at the ticket in his hand. Hesitance  was radiating  off of him and your hand laced with his and you gave an encouraging squeeze.

“Well?” the worker impatiently asked. “Are you coming or not?”

He looked down at you and you nodded.

“We can do this,'' you soothed, walking up to the worker and handing her your ticket while Obi-wan followed behind you with your hand intertwined with his, only letting go when you were on the other side waiting for the worker to hand him back his ticket.

The warm metal on your finger gives a stark reminder of how your present self was going right back into the life of someone you haven't been for long you thought that part of you left in the grains of sand ten years ago.

Or maybe, you thought for a moment.

That person never left.

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Kenobi Press Tour

Pairing: Ewan Mcgregor x Hayden Christensen x actress!reader

Warning: all of this is fiction!! this is a mock interview!!

Summary: An interview for Kenobi and everyone is stoked to see y/n, Ewan, and Hayden play their old characters

A/N: in this oneshot, y/n plays Ahsoka in the prequels!!

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“Hello! I am Ewan Mcgregor!”

“I’m y/n l/n!”

“And I’m Hayden Christensen!”

“And we are back!” The three of us say in unison.

The live chat on the Zoom call is going crazy in the chat room during this virtual interview. The three of us is sat in the same room in front of a Kenobi backdrop, all dressed up and ready for our first interview for this new series.

“How are you guys?” our interviewer said through her screen, her background is filled with Star Wars posters and merch.

“We are fantastic! You?” I looked at the two men smiling.

“I’m good, thank you for asking! I know the fans are eager to ask you guys some questions, but first off we have some lined up.” she said with a smile, trying to hide her big excitement through the screen.

“Go ahead darling!” Ewan beamed out.

“Okay! So… How does it feel to be back? You know with playing your old characters and especially the three of you being in a cast once again.”

The three of us look at each other, trying to figure out who should go first to speak. With a nod of his head, Hayden took the jump and went first.

“Well I think we all can agree that we love our characters, we grew with them, we took them home, and it feels like the old days being back with these two!” he smiled down at me, I gave his forearm a squeeze.

I took the conversation into my hands and answered. “Oh definitely! I’m pretty sure I begged the producers at least twice to include Ahsoka in Kenobi. But being on the topic of us being together as a team again feels amazing, we of course have had multiple dinners together in the past but being on screen feels natural.” I said as I giggled at some of the comments in the chat.

Ewan then went on about how he felt, especially about how he felt like an older brother to us and how I was always the one planning the dinners.

Our interviewer nodded her head, taking in this information with a smile. “What was challenging about coming back to these roles? Especially since it has been over a decade.”

“Ooo, well my other characters are so different than Ahsoka in many ways. One of the challenges was getting used to the lightsabers and the action sequences.”

“Agreed!” Hayden and Ewan said, the three of us laughing.

The interviewer clapped her hands. “It must be hard especially since you all made a decision to not do too much cgi for then fighting sequences.”

“Oh definitely! As a team they gave us a choice, to do it as we did it in the prequels or to do it with heavy cgi.”

“Obviously we chose the old style.” Ewan interrupted me but apologized with a tap on my hand.

“What’s going to surprise people about this show?” she asked us, we all look at each other wondering if we are able to say certain things.

“Well, I guess the way that it is filmed and the point of view it is coming from. I don’t think in the other films we were able to see how it looks from Obi Wan’s view.” Ewan spoke as he switched from looking into the camera screen and to us.

Hayden and I nodded in agreement.

“Amazing! Well we have time to answer some of the audience’s questions, shall we jump into it?”

We all nodded as we squinted our eyes to read the question on the screen.

Who’s costume is the most uncomfortable?

“Ooo that’s a good question! I think Hayden as Vader.” I said as I mocked putting on the Vader helmet.

“I really think y/n’s to be honest!” Hayden said.

“Yes! Especially with the headpiece! What is it called?” Ewan looked at me with questioning eyebrows.

“I think it’s called montrals?” I said with uncertainty. “But honestly they aren’t as uncomfortable as you think.”

What have you taken from set?

“I took my robes and lightsaber!” Ewan said, almost jumping out of his seat with joy.

“Ooo I took my saber too, but I also took the helmet!” Hayden mocked putting on the Vader helmet.

“Ummm I think i’m a goodie goodie because I literally didn’t take home any pieces!” I rubbed at my temples as Ewan and Hayden said their boo’s.

Have you watched the new Book of Boba Fett?

“We all did!” I chimed in with a giggle.

“Ah yes!”

“We actually all had a day off when the first episode released and we watched it together during brunch.” Hayden said with a cheerful smile.

“And the last question!” our interviewer said, pleased with all of our answers and how well it is going.

Is there any future films with the three of you together?

“oooo, good question!” Ewan rubbed at his beard.

“Outside of Star Wars, yes. Inside of the Star Wars world, I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Though, I’m excited to work with these two boys no matter what!”

I patted their knees.

“Well this has been amazing! I cannot wait to see the three of you in this upcoming series! Congrats and fans, don’t forget Kenobi comes out this year on May 25th!”

The live ends, leaving the interviewer and the three of us in the Zoom call still. We talk more about the series to the interviewer, giving more answers to their questions that they weren’t able to answer.

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a night that changed nothing/ Roman Sionis x YN oneshot

It's 5th chapter or a oneshot, whatever suits you better.

The possesive king doesn't easily let go of what's his.

Summary: It's been already a few days since you decided to sleep with Roman. It was a fun night, one night stand and in the morning you went back to your lives. So why was it bothering you so much that he wasn’t paying any attention since then?

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baby | obi wan kenobi

pairing: obi wan kenobi x f!reader

word count: 546

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You held the test with a shaking hand, the other covering your mouth in shock. Two pink lines. Pregnant. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. You, pregnant? That couldn't be true. Sure, you and Obi Wan had been intimate a couple of times, but not enough to get pregnant. But here it was—the test that proved your thoughts wrong.

"y/n, I'm home!" Obi Wan called, hanging up his cloak and taking off his boots. You didn't answer, still frozen in shock. Obi Wan must have gotten worried, because he started heading upstairs. You quickly snapped out of it, hiding the test behind your back just as he opened the door.

"y/n, are you okay?" He walked over and embraced you, you quickly wrapping your arms around him so that he wouldn't see the stick.

"Yes, I just couldn't hear you." You laughed nervously.

Obi Wan pulled away. "But the door was open..."

"There must be something wrong with my ears, then. Guess it happens when you're—" you cut yourself off abruptly.

"When you're what? y/n, what are you hiding?" He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He leant over to you, looking into your eyes to see if they held an answer.

You leaned away from him, chuckling. "Obi, why would you think that? There's nothing I'm hiding. I meant to say when you're in shock, I mean Padmé and Anakin are going to get married and—"

"What?" Obi Wan was furious. "That's against the Jedi Code!"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you that. Padmé's going to kill me," you muttered the last sentence under your breath. "Please don't tell them I told you!" You gave him puppy dog eyes.

He looked at you, sighing before turning his gaze away. "Fine. I'm still not happy, you know."

"It’s really not that different from what we’re doing, you know." You smiled, loosely wrapping your arms around him, but you accidentally dropped the test. It landed with a soft thud, but you both heard it.

"y/n, what was that?" Obi Wan frowned. Your smile was quickly wiped away.

"I don't know. Does it matter?" You screamed at yourself internally for being so stupid.

"Yes." He turned around before you could stop him, and his gasp told you that he had seen it. You closed your eyes, turning away from him.

"y/n, when were you going to tell me?" Obi Wan sighed.

"When the bump started to show." You still didn't look at him. "I'm sorry, okay? I know you don't want a child and I know that-"

"Woah, slow down. Who said I don't want a child?" You turned to look at him. "This is amazing! You're pregnant, and we can start a family!"

"Are you sure, or are you just pretending?" You asked.

"Of course I am. We're going to be the best parents ever, and you're going to be an amazing mother to our child." He smiled at you.

"I don't know, I think you'll make a better father." You teased.

"So, what do you think they'll say first? Mum or dad?"

"Mum, obviously. She's going to be a mother's girl."

"No, he is clearly going to say dad first. It's obvious that he'll be a father's son."

"Wanna bet?"

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Contrition of War

A request for @generousrunawaydonut

Summary: After going against orders from Obi-Wan to leave him behind, he's mad that you risked yourself.

W/C: 3.2k

Warnings: Angst, mention of blood and death and serious injury

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There was a light trickle of something wet dripping down the side of your face. You weren’t surprised as you had just jumped under a bunch of rocks to save many, but more importantly one particular person. This particular person also would’ve been the only one who had no possibility to escape.

Despite his protests and telling you all to leave before it was too late, you jumped in anyways, doing your best to deflect laser bolts while using your other hand to push the force through you to hold off the falling cliffside.

Although you were able to stop a lot of them, you were still unable to contain them all. A couple had come whizzing by you, a couple striking you as you prevented multiple injuries and one definite death.

You were aware the others were safe, but you had to wait for the right window of time so that you could try to guarantee your own safety. That was, until a blaster just grazed your shoulder. Thankfully, not enough for it to actually touch your flesh.

As time went by, it was getting continually harder to hold it all. The window you were hoping wasn’t showing itself. You started to fear that maybe this wouldn’t go as planned and that it may compromise everyones’ safety.

That is what you thought until you saw two other flashes of blue, now deflecting the shots that you had been determinedly fighting off.

“Y/N! Go now!” yelled Anakin over the noise. You looked at Obi-Wan who wasn’t breaking his attention from the droids in front of you.

Slight disappointment filled you when he didn’t spare a glance over at you to send you extra reassurance, but you didn’t let it distract you. There wasn’t enough time.

With the last of your strength, you pushed the rocks towards the droids.

The whole front line of them was crushed under the stone pieces, and awarded everyone enough time to get to the ships before they started firing again. Obi-Wan took the rear as Anakin came over and helped you as your tired frame began to pull you down, not allowing you to get up on your own.

It didn’t take long to get on the ship, and you were surprised you didn’t just collapse from how you just exerted yourself once you were safely up the ramp. There was so much of your force energy that was used for that act alone that you wouldn’t be able to do much else before getting a decent rest. Preferably in Obi-Wan’s arms.

“Why in Corellia’s nine hells did you do that?” Obi-Wan almost yelled. You slightly jumped at the suddenness of it. The doors had only just closed to the outside as the transport had lifted off.

Obi-Wan was nearly drowning in furious worry. He had nearly lost you due to your little stunt in the name of saving him.

You looked down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze as he reprimanded you. Anakin wasn’t far behind you, resting a hand on your shoulder for comfort as you kept your head down. He even slightly pulled you back and away from the man you loved, currently sounding like you had just betrayed him and the Jedi by saving him.

“Obi-Wan, calm down. Why can’t you be grateful at the fact that she just saved your life along with so many others,” Anakin shot back at his former master. “It may have been reckless, but it’s nothing you haven’t seen, or done, before,” Anakin continued sternly.

“Yes, and how does that usually turn out for us, Anakin? This was a brash, undercalculated and dangerous action that could’ve done a lot more harm than good!”

Obi-Wan’s blazing eyes still hadn’t calmed when you caught a glance at him. You were almost afraid that he would soon say something to deepen the pain you felt, and it was leading to that. You thought he would appreciate the help, not be mad about it. On top of the exhaustion, this wasn’t going well for you especially when you wanted his comfort. You wanted to fall into his warm embrace.

All you had wanted to do was help. Sure, you were spurred on by the fact that you wanted to keep someone you cared a lot about alive and unharmed, but there were others that were in danger. If needed, that could be your excuse to everyone else, you mused. It could hide the fact that you acted more out of emotion and previous experiences than The Code permitted.

Still, that didn’t dampen the painful twist in your chest as you were sure you were about to be lectured. Not only that, but it seemed like Obi-Wan was actually mad about you saving him. You thought he’d be happy. Happy that he could spend more days with you and then tend to your wounds in the quiet of one of your rooms, but that wasn’t seeming like a possibility with how this was.

“I’m not your padawan to protect,” he said suddenly, irritation in his tone.

You felt tears well up in your eyes with an extra sting of pain as you couldn’t bring yourself to actually look at Obi-Wan. It was too much to even just hear his tone, and it wouldn’t be helped if you saw the same thing in his eyes. Never, in your relationship or the time you’ve just known him, has he ever spoken to you like this. Never has he used a past failure against you.

When he finally took a moment to evaluate the situation, he saw that tears were forming in your eyes as you still kept your head down. Absolute shock froze Anakin in place at his words. Immediate remorse filled him as he realised what he had just said.

Anakin, your good friend and ever protective of you, even when he was still a padawan, used the hand on your shoulder to pull you into a hug while giving him a hard look.

“I-I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan stuttered out, changing his tone to be gentler. “I just- you could’ve been killed.”

“You think I don’t know that,” you said, shaky and muffled into Anakin’s robes, face turned away. “We’re Jedi. It’s part of our job description. To protect.”

His emotions were clouding every rational thought. So much so that he just brought up a sensitive topic and used it against you. He had no right to, not when he knew how much pain it brought you.

“General Skywalker?” a voice from Anakin’s comm buzzed as you felt your transport land in the star destroyer hanger.

Anakin pulled away carefully with a small groan of annoyance, still making sure you were alright before answering.

“What is it, Rex?”

“You’re needed in the docking bay. R2 seems to have a problem,” the clone captain replied.

With a sigh, Anakin let Rex know he would be there soon before turning his comm off.

“Will you be alright?” He asked you, genuine concern.

You nodded, “I was thinking of heading to my quarters, anyway.” You gave Obi-Wan a small glance as you said that. There was something in you that wanted to know how he was feeling.

At the moment, his fury from only moments ago had died down, now showing remorse for his words. Concern was also etched in, mainly felt through the force rather than seen on his facial expression.

“Alright,” Anakin started, breaking your train of thought, “If you need me, comm me immediately. Maybe get those scratches checked.”

You gave a snort in response which received a playful smirk from Anakin before he walked away, giving Obi-Wan a brief, hard glare before leaving you alone with Obi-Wan. You weren’t sure whether he was about to continue to lecture you on what you had done, or whether he was going to apologize. You could feel the conflict, but nothing on his face gave away what he was going to do.

Either way, you didn’t want to find out. There was too much running through your mind, and you didn’t want any of it to come out. Especially with the fact that he reopened an only just healed wound.

“Darling, I-” Before he could say another word, you dropped your eyes to the floor again and fled the room. He could feel the dejection radiating across your bond before it snapped away. You had completely closed off your side of the bond.

This left Obi-Wan alone. Between what he said to you, no, more like the way he talked to you and how he was chided by his former apprentice and then the way you seemed like you couldn’t bear to be in the same room as him, let alone have your bond open, he was frozen in place. Shock at everything absolutely flooded him, and he didn’t know what he was doing.

Bringing his hands up, he rubbed his face with both palms before running them through his hair, letting out a sigh of disappointment in himself. That was no way to talk to you. Especially when all he wanted was to be closer to you, comfort you, and when he had truly wanted to help you with your injuries.

Now was not the time, though. He knew you would want time alone, and he knew you wouldn’t want him to come knocking on your door. Not after this. Not when, for the first time ever, he had raised his voice at you.

It didn’t help that everything had been so stressful, especially for you. Recently, your padawan, Tylo Dara, had been gravely injured in a previous battle despite how hard you tried to protect him.

You and your padawan along with a squad of clones were answering a call for help on Toydaria. While you had been walking through where the Separatist troops had been sighted, a blast had shattered the walls of the ravine you were walking through. It was an ambush and you, along with any unhurt clones, were barely able to fend them off. Once the firing had ceased, you had frantically searched for Taylo, only to find him pinned under multiple boulders. Relief troops thankfully came soon enough to keep your padawan and a few clones alive.

Though the attack was an ambush, you blamed yourself for everything that had happened. It took so much of Obi-Wan to finally convince you that it wasn’t your fault. Now he had most likely just undid that.

Other than the mass casualties of your clone squad, it looked like Tylo would never be well enough to spend another day training to become a Jedi. Too much in his body was damaged that the bacta tank did next to nothing. Not even the healers could fix him enough to bring him back to usual health.

That’s when it clicked for Obi-Wan. You didn’t want to lose another that you cared about. You didn’t want to lose the one you loved.

Finally breaking out of his frozen position, he went after you. There was so much that he needed to apologize for. You didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that when all you did was protect him and so many others from the falling cliffside that had been blown off. In fact, it was one of the most impressive things he had ever seen.

Although you had injuries that needed to be tended to, Obi-Wan knew that the medbay wasn’t where you would go. No, you always wanted the injured clones to gain the limited medics’ attention along with the droids. That’s why it had been customary for Obi-Wan to patch you up after every mission, even if he wasn’t on it with you. You would be so stubborn that many times you would arrive home at the Temple before letting yourself get any medical aid.

Since there wasn’t anywhere else, he knew he would find you in your room. This would seem normal if you hadn’t spent nearly all of your nights in Obi-Wan’s room.

Standing outside of your door, he took a deep breath before knocking. For a moment, he was afraid you wouldn’t answer until your door slid open.

When he looked at you, you were slouched over. Your hair was a mess and he could see the trails on your cheeks where tears had run down your face. To you, you would’ve said that you looked horrible. To him, you looked beautiful. To him, whether you were happy, sad, angry, bloody or sweaty, you always made his heart skip a beat.

Now, he just had to keep himself together so that you may forgive his imprudent words.

“May I come in?” he asked, voice slightly shaky.

You shifted from one foot to the other, “I don’t know if-”

“Y/N, please,” he said, pleading with you. If you rejected him now, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

When your eyes met his, you could see how desperate he was. The cerulean pools of his eyes were showing a storm of emotion that begged you to let him in. It was a look that you were never able to say no to.

Relenting, you only nodded and made your way back to the corner of your room atop of your bed. It was the closest thing you could get for comfort, the cool durasteel pressing into your back.

Relief filled Obi-Wan as he cautiously stepped into your room. Closing the door, he took a glance around. Compared to his that had both yours and his things, this room was practically empty. On top of that, it was cold and felt lonely.

When his eyes rested on you, you had your knees brought up to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you sat in the corner. Your stare was blank as your chin rested on top of your knees.

Obi-Wan’s heart twisted in guilt as he experimented through your shared bond. He was only met by your walls still locked shut. Although he couldn’t wrap his force with yours, he could still feel the sadness and grief radiating off of you. There was also remorse that floated around, but not overpowering.

Making his way over, he sat on the edge of your bed, “Y/N, I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me.”

“But you were right,” you said, your voice small and hollow.

“No,” Obi-Wan said immediately, “No I wasn’t. Thanks to you, so many men are still alive.”

“You were right about one thing. You aren’t my padawan. I no longer have a padawan. I-” fresh tears were filling your eyes as your voice caught in your throat. “I- I no longer have Tylo.”

His heart sunk in his chest just like it had the first time you had told him of your padawan. Just like that night, he wanted to pull you into him and hold you as you cried, but he didn’t know if you would let him. He didn’t know if he crossed a line that he couldn’t come back from.

Testing the waters, he moved a hand to rest gently on an ankle, only now noticing that you hadn’t even removed your battle worn boots. When you didn’t try and move away, a small bit of relief filled him.

“I had no right bringing that up. It wasn’t fair of me, especially when I know how you feel about it.” Desperation to make his intentions truly known was starting to break through into his tone. He so badly wanted you to open up to him so that he could reinforce it all.

For what felt like the first time, you brought your eyes to meet his. There was so much pain that filled them that Obi-Wan almost broke down. The amount of sadness he caused you made him loathe himself. Anger was never the right answer and definitely not against you.

“I just didn’t want it to happen to anyone else,” you started, voice delicate and not letting sound properly make its way out, the silent parts sounding like a breeze trying to talk. “I didn’t want to lose you, Obi,” your tears began to burn down your cheeks once again as you said this.

Obi-Wan moved his hand to place it over one of yours. If this was the only comfort you’d let him give you, then he wouldn’t waste it. Then, you opened, letting him finally wrap your end of the bond to be wrapped in his comfort.

“I don’t care how much love goes against the code. I love Tylo like a son. I love Cody, I love all of the clones. I love Anakin. Obi-Wan, I love you. I love you.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t hold back anymore. He moved so that he was on his knees beside you, pulling you into him and hugging you tight. Although this was to comfort you, it comforted him just as much.

“I love you too, darling,” he said, kissing your head as your tears grew heavier and your heaving breaths grew as desperate as your hands clasping at his robes. “What you did was extraordinary and you saved so many of us. I was just so scared because I almost lost you.”

Carefully, he moved so that he was sitting, you partially on his lap as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. The spot was damp with the combination of your tears and your warm breath, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was comforting you and being there for support like you always were for him. All he cared about was that you still loved him.

“I’m sorry, Obi. I-”

“Shh, you have nothing to apologize for,” he said quickly. “I’m the only one who has to apologize. I made you feel bad for doing the right thing.”

Sniffling, you pulled away to look in his eyes. His smile melted all sadness and worry that you still stored. If that wasn’t it, then it was him wiping your face dry with the soft fabric of his undershirt.

Obi-Wan wasn’t satisfied until you smiled when he cupped your cheek with one hand and, with the other, intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Now, will you allow me to check your injuries?”

You chuckled as you brought your free hand to brush away the hair from his face, “No.”

“No?” The confusion on his face made you laugh.

“Not until I do this.”

With your hand still brushing his hair back, you slid it to the nape of his neck. As he caught on, he finished your thoughts before you were able to act. He closed the distance and pressed his lips to yours, both of you breathing out a contented sigh.

Everything around you melted away. Every doubt, fear, and shred of sadness disappeared. Obi-Wan was here. Your love was here and made you feel the safest you’ve ever been since the start of this war.

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─── A New Light.

summary: you try to keep your crush on obi-wan kenobi a tight secret, but when your brother, anakin skywalker, accidentally tells obi-wan how you feel, everything changes. especially when someone from obi-wan’s past gets involved. fem!reader.

a/n: look bros, we already know that i don’t vibe with satine. read at your own discretion if you like her character.

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If human brains kept a history log of everything that person had thought, then yours would show fifty separate tabs of Obi-Wan Kenobi opened and bookmarked. It was bad. You admit you have a problem, after all, Jedi aren’t supposed to grow attachments like this. Fortunately, you and your brother were given some leeway in that, being siblings, but you weren’t supposed to fall in love with his Master... and Anakin wasn’t supposed to find out, either. But isn’t that just the way with siblings, anyhow? One of them finds out a secret and they use it to torture the living-hell out of the other. The way of the universe.

“Hey—” Anakin stabs his elbow right into your side, making you jump and curse his name— “Stop glaring blaster shots their way. You’re being obvious.”

You roll your eyes at your brother. He’s one to talk, given how many times you’ve caught him sending Senator Amidala heart eyes, but he’s right, you are being obvious, so letting out a breath, you relax your posture just as the two very people you had been staring at approach you and Anakin.

“Duchess,” Anakin smiles, giving a slight bow out of respect.

The blonde woman flashes him a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, not exactly sparing you even so much of a glance. You can feel the annoyance radiating off of her just by her posture alone, with the exception of the Force giving you that helpful signal, but the man who stands beside her is none the wiser, or maybe just very good at hiding his emotions. You suppose he always has been, being a Jedi. Looks like he has a few more lessons to teach Anakin.

“Everything is in order,” Obi-Wan says. “I hope to see you again, Duchess.”

“Let’s hope not too soon.” She replies, her tone nothing short of vexed.

Although her hand raises before Obi-Wan even extends his, wrapping his fingers around hers to press a kiss to her knuckles. It sends a spike of fire through your veins, boiling the blood so hot you just might let steam out of your ears. Anakin taps his foot against yours and you let out a breath, one which you almost convince yourself that you do see steam. When Obi-Wan finally lets go, he sends the Duchess a warm smile and you catch the way the corners of her lips turn up before she spins on her heel to walk over to her jet. You’re surprised Obi-Wan didn’t hold her hand over there. Oh, stop it.

“You both did very well today,” Obi-Wan smiles a tad more brightly, looking over at you and your brother. “I’m proud.”

“Thank you, master.” Anakin says, while you simply nod with a thankful smile.

Obi-Wan really wasn’t your master, and even though it was more than appropriate to call him by the title as a fellow Jedi, it always felt a bit off to do so. Nothing against his training or his skills, of course, he’s one of the most skilled Jedi you’ve come to know but it was more of the deep-seeded affection you’ve grown for him that’s put its foot down about this. There’s got to be some boundaries, on top of the Code that you seem to not follow all too closely as the other Jedi do. Just for the sake of having something to point a finger at, you blame Anakin.

“Now, Anakin, we still have much to do before tonight. We should make a start while we still have the sun on our side.” Says Obi-Wan.

Anakin nods. “Of course, master.”

You take a step forward in sync with your brother but Obi-Wan raises a hand. “Unfortunately, this is just for Anakin and I. I’m sorry, we’ll have to catch up later tonight.”

“Oh,” you breathe. “Right, sorry. I suppose I’m used to tagging along wherever Anakin goes.” He sends you a look but you leave him on read. “I have other errands to run, anyhow. I’ll see you both tonight.”

You catch the kind smile Obi-Wan nods at you before you turn around completely, and just as you’re a couple of paces away from them, Anakin slaps a hand down on your shoulder and you shout, spinning around to throw daggers with your glare. He just flashes you a toothy smile. 

“See you soon, sissy. Don’t forget what we talked about.”

“I won’t.” You say through gritted teeth. 

You hate it when he calls you ‘sissy’ and it’s even more irritating because he knows that you hate it, only using it to tease you. You both walk away from each other after the conversation—you to your jet and Anakin to his master.

Obi-Wan chuckles lightly when Anakin steps beside him. “You tease her too much.”

“What are siblings for?” Anakin shrugs, earning a head shake from Obi-Wan.

They leave for their mission with less than a day’s worth of work awaiting them, seeing as the Duchess had needed assistance. Anakin tries not to be bias but he wonders what Obi-Wan sees in Satine that he doesn’t see in his sister. Nothing against the Duchess, either, but Anakin hasn’t ever been too strict with the ‘no attachments’ rule, in fact he’s been pretty transparent about it to his master, so he often wonders why he doesn’t feel the same way, especially after what history he learned Obi-Wan had with the Duchess back when he was a padawan. It’s never been a conversation Obi-Wan has shared much about.

But Anakin hopes he can bring out a little information at a time—he was ever so clever the day he had met Satine, subtly dropping a title that had Obi-Wan slip momentarily—and being on mission, this is as good a time as any. In fact, Anakin is close to believing that this was the perfect time; just the two of them sitting at the mouth of a cave, keeping watch on the smugglers below who were waiting on the second party for their transaction.

Anakin stretches a little. “It was nice to see Satine again.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t look his way, still focused below. “Yes, it was.”

“She looks well.”

“Yes, she does.”

Anakin takes a moment, looking back outside the cave, waits a few more seconds and then says, “It’s always good to have her around.”

This time, Obi-Wan does turn to look at his friend. “I suppose?”

“She’s a great help.” Anakin bounces. “Very smart... but don’t tell her I said that. Don’t you think so, Obi-Wan?”

“Yes...” he’s squinting now, cautious on whatever ledge Anakin is placing him on.

“She’s very pretty too.”

“Some things never change.”

“Don’t worry—” Anakin pats his master’s shoulder, bouncing again a little too happily— “I won’t tell (Y/N) you said that.”

Wait. “Your sister?”

“Of course. Who did you think I was talking about?”

Oh, Obi-Wan can see the game Anakin is playing at. Would be a little less obvious, though, if he wiped that smirk off of his face. Shouldn’t he realize that Obi-Wan has known him since he was just a boy? He can see right through him without having to try, especially once he figures out what kind of card he’s dealing, and he knows exactly what kind of Ace he has up his sleeve.

“She still has much to learn.” Obi-Wan says, looking back outside. “Just like you do.”

He can feel the way Anakin pauses beside him but he’s quick to recover. “She’s stronger than me. I’m sure you’ve noticed when we’ve sparred together.”

“Yes, she is usually the one standing.”

“You’ll have to go against her one day, to test her strength.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t say a word, just keeps looking out, and Anakin tries to encourage some words with a “hmm?” but he only gets a “hmm” in return.

More exasperated, Anakin murmurs, “Hmm.”

He caught on quick. That or he’s just not in the mood for one of Anakin’s passing-the-time conversations, which isn’t all too hard to believe given his track record. But he was hoping to back Obi-Wan into a corner of sorts, to see if he feels anything for his sister like you feel for him, but it was true; Obi-Wan knows Anakin too well. 

“You’re stubborn, you know that?” Anakin speaks, leaning on his arm.

“I know.” Obi-Wan says, trying not to smile too wide.

Anakin shakes his head. “I can see why she likes you so much.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Anakin widens his eyes and Obi-Wan holds his breath.

“Who?” Obi-Wan asks, wanting to know absolutely sure who Anakin was referring to just now, turning to look at him.

The fear in his eyes is too prominent not to notice, though he tries to cover it by saying, “Satine...”

Obi-Wan knows him too well. “You’re not talking about Satine, you’re talking about your sister.”

“No. No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” Obi-Wan presses, “Does your sister have feelings for me?”

Anakin is going to kill himself before you get the chance, sweating ridiculously as he looks back outside the cave. “The smugglers! We have to keep an eye on the smugglers.”

“Anakin, answer the question. Does she or doesn’t she?”

“It’s taking a while for the others to get here.”

“Anakin,”

“It’s so hot. I hate these kinds of planets. Sand everywhere.”

“Anakin—”

“You can’t say anything!” He almost screams, quickly flattening himself to the rocky wall just in case anyone heard him. “Please, Obi-Wan, you have to promise me that you won’t say anything.”

Obi-Wan nods his head. “I promise—” he quickly checks the smugglers— “I know how difficult it can be.”

Anakin quirks a brow. “You can?”

Now it’s Obi-Wan’s turn to widen his eyes. “I mean, I can understand how she must feel.”

“You didn’t say must, Obi-Wan. You said can.”

“We don’t have to talk about this anymore.”

“Unless... you have feelings for her too?”

Silence. Even the wind seems to quieten.

“Oh, Maker. You do, don’t you? You have feelings for my sister.”

“I’ve said no such thing!”

Well, if Anakin’s shout before didn’t alert the smugglers to where they are then it was definitely Obi-Wan’s shout—a blaster shot just skimming past the top of his head and he and Anakin flatten to the ground as if the gravity just sucked them both there.

“This is not good.” Obi-Wan grumbles, not being able to even peek over the little mount in front of him and Anakin because of how many smugglers are shooting at them.

“Two against a group doesn’t seem fair.” Anakin says.

“No. If only your sister was here to help us.”

Anakin turns to look at his master.

With a pointed finger, Obi-Wan says, “Not a word.”

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“That color looks nice on you.” Padmé says, walking down the slight decline on the carpeted floor over to where you stand by the mirror.

You hold one of her dresses in your hands, looking to see if it would suit you in the reflection but you’re not sure. “I don’t think it’s right for me.”

“Why not?” She gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “It highlights your features.”

“Maybe I’m just not used to seeing myself in anything other than my Jedi robes.”

“That would make sense.” She chuckles before walking around the couch to sit on it, patting the space beside her.

You respond to her call by sitting down next to her and immediately leaning back to slouch against the cushions, causing Padmé to let out another chuckle. It was always nice spending time with her, she’s always been a great friend to you and of course to your brother as well, and now you remind yourself to do what you talked about with Anakin earlier today.

“So, this is a pretty big party, huh?” You say, fingers fiddling with one of the woolen decorative strands on the cushion beside you.

“Yes, it’s going to be good for everyone to be there. I’m not sure how long it’s been since I’ve attended one where the Jedi were invited and not just simply security.”

“Yeah, it’s a nice change of pace.” You pause. “But still good to keep yourself protected. You know that I’m having to keep watch?”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware.”

“So much for a night off,” you chuckle. “So... in case I’m called for something, I don’t want you being alone. I’m thinking Anakin can stay with you. You know, to look after you.”

You’re waiting for a pause, waiting for her to think this over, give it some thought, but she says almost before you even finish speaking the last word, “Yes, that would be fine.”

Hmm. Maybe your brother’s crush on the Senator isn’t totally one-sided after all. You’d think, as a Jedi, you would have figured this out sooner. Looks like it’s just one of those things. Human delusion.

“And Obi-Wan, he will be there too?” Padmé asks, watching you from the corner of her eye.

“Um, yeah. He will be.”

When you turn to look at her, she gives you a warm smile but it’s far too curled to be simply friendly—that’s a smile of mischief.

“What?” You ask.

“Oh, nothing. Is he having to keep watch as well?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm?”

Padmé nods at you, her smile an inch wider. “Hmm.”

You’d press her a little further about this if it weren’t for the knock on her door and the handmaidens walking into the room, making sure everyone has everything ready for tonight. Padmé is adamant that you wear the dress you were holding before, despite you still having to be on duty tonight. It feels so... strange to be wearing one when you all walk into the building that night. The fabric was loosely fitted, which is far better than being tight, but it makes you feel so vulnerable. You can’t help yourself from adjusting it every now and then against your skin, and then you almost jump out of your skin when you hear a very familiar chuckle from behind you.

“Not used to wearing a dress?” Obi-Wan smiles, stepping beside you.

He’s so much taller than you (because, yes, you absolutely refused to wear heels due to the discomfort and also the impracticality) but tonight it feels like he’s towering over you, looking down at you with eyes you’ve only ever seen directed at one other person before.

“No, I’m not.” You say, quieter than you had intended.

“Well, I think you look beautiful.”

You can feel the heat already rushing to your cheeks. “Thank you, Obi-Wan. You look very handsome tonight as well.”

He was wearing a suit, not totally formal but enough to look fancy, and it was definitely the truth that he looks handsome. Even more so than regularly but you’d never say the words aloud, and not to him.

He chuckles. “Only tonight? I’m not handsome any other day?”

Oh no, he’s going to make you say it. And you would have said it if your brother didn’t run straight into you and sling an arm across your shoulders. 

“Don’t you look pretty!” He smiles. “Obi-Wan, have you told her that she looks pretty?”

The heat is definitely at your cheeks now as you shrink into Anakin’s body beside you, not looking at either of the two Jedi.

Obi-Wan hums. “Yes, Anakin. I’ve already told her, and I did much better than you just now—” he smacks Anakin’s arm off of you— “remember we’re not here to have fun.”

“Yes, Master.” Anakin says begrudgingly, then whispers to you, “Did you do that favor I asked of you?”

You’re ready to snarl a ‘yes’ at him but, once again, someone speaks before you get the chance.

“Anakin, don’t you look nice.” Padmé smiles, walking over to the three of you.

“Thank you, m’lady. You look radiant, as always.”

He takes her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her knuckles that wavers on the line of friendly to friendlier. She’s smiling too brightly to take much notice of the way both you and Obi-Wan are watching the whole scene, though.

“I’m needed with the other senators for now. Don’t be a stranger, you two.”

Her hand is placed over Anakin’s as he walks with her down the steps and into the crowd, leaving you and Obi-Wan standing beside each other and yet as if you’re there completely alone, until he speaks up.

“I’d ask you for a dance but I don’t think we’ll have much time for that tonight.” He smiles and you nod.

“Of course.” Then you process it. “Wait, what do you mean?”

“Well, we can’t exactly keep watch while dancing.”

“But I thought you had tonight off?”

“So did I.” He sighs. “Yet, Senator Amidala asked for my assistance only a few hours ago.”

A few hours ago. That’s when you were with her. Oh, what a sneaky stunt to pull. She’s made sure that you and Obi-Wan will be spending the night together.

“But who knows,” Obi-Wan steps in front of you, gently taking your hand and kissing your knuckles with the same sort of friendliness Anakin had done for Padmé before. His beard tickles your skin, burning it yet soothing it at the same time. “Maybe I’ll find you on the dancefloor later tonight.”

His hand squeezes yours just slightly before slipping away, as he turns on his heel and walks in the other direction. You’re left standing there for a moment just to process what even happened. He’s never been this way with you before. Sure, he’s a charmer by default but not exactly as forward with you like he was just now. It’s taken you by surprise but also given you the shove to focus on the task at hand and guard your side of the room, with the occasional glass of bubbly as you rack your brain on what and why.

By the time you’re down your second glass, you find yourself watching the couples dancing in the middle of the room. It does look appealing but you don’t want to risk some awful incident like trotting on a certain someone’s toes, so you make a move to leave when suddenly you’re stopped by a jab to your side from an elbow belonging to none other than your brother.

“Anakin!” You snarl, turning to look at him.

He chuckles but his face looks serious. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you with Obi-Wan?”

“Why aren’t you with Padmé?”

“She got called into a random meeting. How many of those have you had?” Anakin waves a finger at the glass in your hand.

“None of your business, but maybe I should down one more if you keep pestering me.”

“What are we talking about?” Comes Obi-Wan’s voice from behind you, as he steps around to stand at your side.

The look in his eyes is so innocent, yet you can feel something bubbling on the surface of both him and your brother, and it’s not due to the bubbles in your glass. Anakin doesn’t answer Obi-Wan’s question and neither do you but it looks like he wasn’t really searching for an answer to begin with, instead looking out at the couples like you had been before.

“Lovely music, don’t you think?”

His question has both you and Anakin silent, unsure of which direction he’s taking this. Although, he wasn’t being too subtle, given the last conversation you both had. It’s only until the song ends and a new, slower tune echoes throughout the room does Anakin seem to pick up on it, or maybe finally gather a thought behind those eyes of his.

“We should dance.” He says, shoulders bouncing in excitement. “Shouldn’t we?”

“That sounds like an excellent idea.” Obi-Wan smiles. “You two have fun while I keep watch.”

Now hold on a second.

“Oh, I’d love to but... comlink!”

“What?” You ask in unison with Obi-Wan, watching the way your brother scrambles about through his pockets like he had lost his keys to his speeder.

“I’m getting a call from Padmé.”

Obi-Wan furrows his brows. “Your comlink isn’t sounding.”

“I put it on vibrate.” (what a kriffing liar!) “I’ve got to run. Obi-Wan, why don’t you dance with my sister for me? I’m sure she’d love a break.”

He dashes out with a “bye!” before either you or Obi-Wan can protest and the music seems much louder than before as you stand there in silence, waiting for Obi-Wan to say something or make a move. It draws out too long for your liking, though, and you’re almost turned around and reaching for your third glass before you feel Obi-Wan’s hand on your arm.

He smiles so gently, you almost wonder why you were trying to run in the first place. “Dance with me?”

“But our job...”

“We’ve got time.”

It’s said so softly, so comfortably that you reach for his outstretched hand before you can register that you’re doing it, letting him lead you out into the middle of the dancefloor and pull you close to him—closer than you’ve ever been, taking the times he’s held you back from blaster fire out of the equation. He’s always smelt of smoke then but now he smells like coffee and clean linen, the kind you bury your hands into when it’s warm. It’s comfortable, he’s comfortable. You wonder if he can hear how loud your heart is beating over the music.

He smiles at you, his eyes twinkling from the lights hanging above. It’s enough to settle your nerves, until you feel his hand slowly climbing up your back and it sends a shiver through you and, unfortunately, one that Obi-Wan picks up on.

He chuckles softly, “Just follow me.”

“I’m not a very good follower.” You say, though you are stepping in time and not on his toes like you had feared.

“A trait you share with your brother, but I’ve got you. I’m quite a decent dancer.”

“You sound so sure about that.”

“Lots of practice.”

You raise an eyebrow. “So is that your big secret, that you can dance?”

“Who said I had secrets?” He smiles.

“Everybody’s got secrets.”

“Then what about you? What’s your big secret?”

“Ah, so you admit that dancing is your secret.”

“Are you avoiding my question?”

He’s been smiling at you this whole time, but now you feel as if this had been his plan all along. But why would it be? What would he have to benefit from asking you for a dance?

“Is that why you pulled me over here?” You ask.

“Pulled?” He chuckles. “Maybe I just wanted to dance with you.”

“How come?”

He takes a moment, and you can see his eyes flickering between yours. When he takes another step in the dance, he moves in closer to you so that he can whisper, “A new light.”

At first you don’t understand, but when his hand squeezes yours and you can feel his other rubbing small circles into your back, it suddenly hits you. Is this his way of... admitting his feelings for you? It can’t be, he can’t be meaning what you think he’s meaning. You must be just reading into things. Right? The way he’s looking at you and the way he’s dancing with you, that’s just him being his chivalrous self. Right? And the way he just glanced at your lips was completely platonic. Right?

Maybe not. Maybe he does feel things for you. Maybe you should let him explain himself, ask him some questions, or maybe you should let him lean into you the way that he already is, so much closer than simply friends. Is he going to kiss you? You don’t want to question it anymore. You’re giving into this because when else are you ever going to get this chance again? He’s tilting his head, you’re closing your eyes, and you feel his breath on your lips, ready to kiss you, until...

“Duchess!”

The very word has you opening your eyes and staring directly into cerulean ones, which are almost about as wide as your own. Then you turn toward the voice and your whole moment shatters.

“Senator Wayfra, it’s been too long.” Satine holds her hand out to the Senator in question beside Padmé, where Anakin stands with his attention on you.

He looks as if he knows exactly how you were just interrupted, and he doesn’t need to rely on the Force to know how you’re feeling. Especially when you look back at Obi-Wan and he’s staring straight at Satine, having taken one step in her direction, almost mesmerized.

“I didn’t know she’d be here.” He says quietly, so close to awestruck.

You’re shattered, slipping out of Obi-Wan’s arms and giving Anakin a quick look before you’re walking back into the crowd, snatching another glass off of the tray you pass as you leave. Anakin looks over at Obi-Wan but this time he’s staring off in the direction you just fled to, then back over at Satine with hesitation. It only takes him a moment before his feet are pointed toward the exit, until Satine calls out his name and he stops dead in his tracks, looking like the Force just planted his feet to the ground. She calls him over and he can’t find it in himself to say no, walking over to where she stands. Anakin gives him a piercing look as soon as Obi-Wan is part of the small circle, and Obi-Wan sends back a look that tells him not to say a word.

“I thought you were on your way to Mandalore?” Obi-Wan asks.

Satine titters, “That was until I had to schedule in a meeting with Padmé. I didn’t mean to crash a party.”

“You have.” Anakin says under his breath, and Obi-Wan clears his throat to cover it up.

“Of course not,” he smiles. “But how lovely that you could be here, even though it’s for business.” He can’t help himself for looking back into the crowd, hoping to spot you.

“Actually all the business is done.” Satine says, placing a hand on Obi-Wan’s arm that draws his attention back onto her. “I’m in the mood for a dance.”

He can feel the irritation pooling from Anakin’s signature, but he doesn’t have a choice. So he smiles kindly, holding his hand out to Satine and turning her in the direction of the dancefloor so that he can lean near Anakin and mutter, “Find your sister before she drinks all the alcohol.”

“And here I thought you cared.” Anakin bites back, a little more venomous than he intended, Obi-Wan eying him sternly. “Enjoy your dance, master.”

Anakin speaks a polite word to Padmé, who is already nudging him to get a move on, before excusing himself from the conversation and heading in the direction he saw you last. It’s cold outside and he can only imagine how cold you must be out here in a dress. He doesn’t have to walk too far before he finds you around the corner, a soon to be empty glass in your hand as you down the drink in one gulp.

“Hey,” Anakin coos, stepping over to you and taking the glass out of your hand. You don’t put up a fight and that’s what makes him worry. “He wasn’t meaning to be rude.”

You scoff, turning away from your brother and crossing your arms against your chest. “She walked in and his eyes lit up. It doesn’t matter what I do, I’ll always be second best.”

Anakin lets out a breath, looking around himself as if the words he should say are written in the air for him to read. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he says gently, “You’re never second best to me.”

You almost hate how much those words alone have comforted you, turning around to give your brother a short smile as you step into his open arms. Despite everything, you know you’ve always got Anakin. He’s been there for you since the beginning and he’ll be there until the end. Nothing could come between you two—not Separatists, nor opposition, not even who gets the larger portion for dinner. You’ll always have each other and that will never change.

“How many of these did you drink? Honestly?” Anakin asks, still holding the glass in his hand.

You chuckle, burying your face into his shoulder and muttering a number that has him shouting, “What!?”

─────── ⋯ ───────

The next few days were awkward, to put it lightly. It’s not as if Obi-Wan doesn’t know why both Anakin and yourself have been less chatty with him, but he didn’t know what he could do. He’s apologized before but this was something that needed to be fixed with more than just words. What that something is, however, Obi-Wan doesn’t have a clue. He hopes he can find an opportunity soon, seeing as you’re quite the expert at avoiding him. He hates leaving things unsolved. Then as if on cue, Anakin walks into the hallway and gives Obi-Wan his opportunity.

“Anakin!” He calls, making his way over to him. Anakin looks up with furrowed brows as Obi-Wan pulls him to the side. “Have you seen your sister?”

“Maybe I have and maybe I haven’t.” Anakin replies, shrugging his shoulders.

“I need to talk to her.”

“No offense, master, but I don’t think she wants to talk to you.”

“I didn’t mean to offend her at the party. I wasn’t expecting Satine to be there, and I... I wanted to go after her, I did. But—”

“But instead you danced with Satine.”

Obi-Wan feels crushed by the words, reliving the moment in his head. He sighs to himself, looking down at his boots. “Satine means a lot to me... but so does your sister, you know that. Please, I just want to make things right.”

Anakin sighs, hearing the desperation in his master’s voice. He does know how much you mean to Obi-Wan, he admitted it the day of the party, and the way he danced with you wasn’t meaningless. All Anakin wants is to see you happy and despite the jokes he knows you always laugh at, you’re always happy when you’re with Obi-Wan.

Anakin groans, “She’s going to kill me.”

Obi-Wan looks up at him, confused.

“She’s with Padmé. If you go now, you should be able to make it before she leaves.”

Obi-Wan smiles at his friend, squeezing his shoulder. “Thank you.”

As soon as Obi-Wan dashes down the hallway, Anakin winces. “I shouldn’t have done that.” Then he sees a certain Captain and he runs up behind him, planting a hand on his shoulder. “Rex! You wouldn’t happen to know of a blast-resistant bunker I could hide in, do you?”

By the time Obi-Wan makes it to Padmé’s apartment, he’s panting with a hand running through his hair and the other one waving at a handmaiden who ushers him inside. He asks for you, saying that he needs to speak to you urgently. The handmaiden keeps her lips pressed shut as Obi-Wan rambles, and then gently places a hand on his arm and tells him that he should come back another time.

“Please, I need to see her.” Obi-Wan urges, but the handmaiden doesn’t let up, trying to usher him back out the way he came.

“Wait,” a voice stops both the handmaiden and Obi-Wan in their tracks.

“Padmé, I—”

“I know why you’re here.” She says, walking over to him and giving her handmaiden the nod to let him go. “She’s in the bedroom.”

Obi-Wan places two hands on the arms of his friend, thanking her before making his way into the bedroom. You’re sat on the end of the bed and when you see him, you let out an almost surprised whisper of his name.

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately, stepping further into the room and keeping his eyes on you. “Everything happened so quickly. I didn’t know she was going to be there and I didn’t mean any offense by dancing with her. The truth is, I didn’t want to dance with her. I wanted to dance with you. I kept trying to find an opportunity to ask you all night. It... it was the best dance of my life, and I know you’re mad with me but I have to tell you—”

“I’m not mad with you, Obi-Wan.” You interrupt, causing his face to fall.

“What?” He asks.

You stand up, smiling politely and trying not to chuckle at how lost he looks right now. “I’m mad at how much of a fool I made of myself. You have history with Satine, I can’t blame you for how you act around her. I just had my hopes up.”

He doesn’t say a word. At first he tries but then nothing comes out of his mouth, then it closes shut. Furrowing his brows, he lets all of this register. He just stares at the bed for a while, and you’re going to say something to cut through the awkward silence but then he looks back up at you and his furrowed brows have changed from confusion to determination.

“No, I hurt your feelings and I have to apologize for it. You don’t have to accept my apology, but I’m not leaving here until I tell you how I feel.”

You blink at him, tilting your head slightly. He takes one step forward, getting just as close to you as he was when you two danced together.

“I danced with you that night because I wanted to dance with you, and I pulled you closer because—” he pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat as you look at him. “Because... I wanted to kiss you.”

He notices the way you gape at him, eyes looking bigger from your expression. You almost don’t believe it, not with how the night ended, but the way it started—how he kissed your knuckles, how he asked you to dance, how he held you close and spoke so sweetly. You’ve known him long enough to know when he’s lying and right now, despite his worried expression, his words are smooth. He’s not lying, he’s admitting, and you’re listening.

Placing a hand on your cheek, he rubs his thumb against your skin gently, as if you could fade through his hands if he’s not careful. He smiles warmly, something to calm you and himself at the same time, his heart pounding so fast he could run out of oxygen, but you can see the way his lips are twitching so slightly due to his nerves. Obi-Wan Kenobi is holding you and he’s nervous.

“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to give that kiss another try.” He whispers, his anxious brows relaxing when he sees you smile at him.

“You promise you’re not going to leave this time?” You ask him.

He shakes his head, leaning down so that his nose brushes against yours and smiling when you hum at the touch. “I’ll stay, I promise.”

When his lips touch yours, you feel as if you’re spinning. It’s so much more than what you dreamed it might be like, but then his hand glides up your back like the other night and you’re suddenly grounded. This is real. He’s kissing you and you’re letting him, and letting him hold you the closest you’ve ever been, his chest flush against yours. You’d pinch yourself if your hands weren’t at the base of the back of his head, fingers twirling through his auburn hair. He hums against your lips from the feeling, pulling back to look you in the eyes. It’s an unspoken reaction for you to smile at each other, something toothy and ridiculously happy.

“Apology accepted.” You chuckle, and pull him back down for another kiss.

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Minor Injuries | Obi Wan Kenobi x Male!Reader

request; so I know I've already had a request but could you do obi wan x male reader with the prompts “Why would I ever feel differently about you, just because of a mistake?” and “I don’t wanna be without you” - @yourmandalorian

summary; Obi Wan Kenobi returns to your side after a long while away, but what he finds isn't exactly what he expects.

warnings; swearing, blood, injury

It was just a simple mistake, just a simple mistake that you knew that you had to hide; the scab just above your knee could be easily hidden enough, Obi Wan wouldn't notice it, he wouldn't see it through your thick trousers. Obi Wan wouldn't have to find out about your silly little mistake and your minor injury. Just because it hurt to so much as let the air get to it didn't mean that you had to tell him that you had been messing around in the wilds and had gotten your leg caught on something particularly nasty, nasty enough to cut it open at least.

So you tried to hide it, hoping that he wouldn't notice the way you winced when the fabric of your trousers stuck to it a little as it wept, hoping that he wouldn't wonder why there was a large dark spot on your trousers that stank of blood. He didn't need to know, he didn't need something else to worry about - Anakin was a handful as it was, plus the wars were taking a toll on him, too. Obi Wan didn't need to worry about you, as well. He didn't need something else to panic over.

When he came to see you, the early hours of the morning, the clock hardly striking one, you did your best not to grimace when you hugged him tightly, the pressure on the minor wound nearly unbearable; you did your best not to wince when you let him sit on your sofa and pull your legs onto his own. You really did try, but Obi Wan was sensitive to your pain thanks to the Force, and he could sense a disturbance in the room that made him frown as he looked at you.

"What is it? What happened?"

"Nothing," you lied with a shrug. "Just... glad you're home."

"You're lying," he said, shaking his head and letting his hand run up to the spot just above your knee, the sudden warmth and pressure on the wound making you flinch. He frowned. "(Y/n)?"

"It's nothing," you started, "honestly, Obi Wan, it's nothing, it's-"

But he rolled your trousers up, his eyes filling with sorrow for a moment as he looked at you with nothing but pain and worry. He made sure not to touch the flesh around it, hot and burning and inflamed. "What happened, my love?"

"I had an accident," you huffed, folding your arms across your chest. "I was... fuck, I was messing around in the woods and, y'know, shit happens - but I'm fine! Honestly, I'm fine. I know you probably think I'm stupid and I'm an idiot, now, and maybe you don't love me as much because of it, but-"

"Why would I ever feel differently about you, just because of a mistake?" He asked softly, shaking his head. "(Y/n), you're the man that I love, you're the man that I want to be with - I'm not going to think any differently because of you because of something so small."

"You're not?"

"I'm not," he promised. "And, before you say it, it's not just another thing for me to worry about... let me patch it up?"

"Alright."

He left you, cold and alone with most of your leg exposed, but he wasn't gone for long, sitting closer to you so that he could gently wipe the dried blood and clean out the wound with a stinging wipe, your calf resting over one of his arms as he concentrated on the task; he made sure that you could grab his arm and squeeze it when it hurt a little too much to grimace and bear. But once he was done, he gently wrapped it in a bandage, fingertips brushing against your skin before he chuckled and looked you right in the eyes.

"Should I kiss it better?"

"You should fuck off," you laughed softly, letting him put everything away again before he dared to move you down enough so that you could lean against his side while he smiled a little.

"Did you miss me?"

"I did," you admitted with a nod. "I don't know what it is, but... I don't wanna be without you, and... I dunno, I just wish we had more time."

"You always want more time," he said quietly. "But... I do, too - maybe one day, we will."

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

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒

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

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

And Maker, it hurt. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But there was nothing. It was empty. 

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

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

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

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

A beat. 

“You don’t have to do this alone.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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