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losing you — obi-wan kenobi x gn reader

❝ LOSING YOU ❞

SYNOPSIS➢You could never resist saying no to Obi-Wan Kenobi when he needed your help. It led to a capture by the Sith, and a near death. A daring escape, a battle of hearts and good and evil, and a climax of feelings could hopefully reveal the truth within your hearts.

PAIRING ➢ obi-wan kenobi x gender neutral reader

AU ➢ friends/rivals to lovers

CONTENT WARNING ➢ swearing, sexual tension, angst, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, depictions of fighting, battling, canon-typical violence, side character deaths, sort of protective Obi-Wan

WORD COUNT ➢ 4.5 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ i started writing this so long ago, and am now so sick of it that i hate it with my entire being. i missed posting anything for May the Fourth, so consider this my meagre contribution. hope you still enjoy!

MASTERLIST

The thousands of voices that filled your ears and the sharp glare from the sun against your closed eyelids were the first things you noticed. Slowly, you opened your eyes and took in your surroundings. You were in the middle of an arena with hundreds of foul creatures in the stands, cheering and throwing taunts when they noticed you were awake.

You tried to look further, but as soon as you moved your head a sudden sharp pain shot through it, making you wince. You didn’t remember getting a blow to the head, which meant it was probably a pretty bad one. As you stood tied to the pole with chains against your wrists, you watched a few guards drag a figure between them. They tied it to the pole next to you, and left it slumped against the ground. 

That’s when you remembered.

The fight. A lightsaber. Obi-Wan fucking Kenobi.

You two had been ambushed by the very targets he’d been hunting, and you only got caught up in the crossfire because he had asked for your help. He hadn’t needed you, and you didn’t have to accept, but something compelled you to and now you were stuck in this mess. If only you were smart enough to be able to walk away. 

Unfortunately, Obi-Wan was your weakness.

You watched his unconscious figure lean against the poll, and you couldn't help but let your eyes trail over him. They jumped from the way his strong hands hung in the handcuffs (something you definitely had thought of before, just in a different situation) to the way the sun hit his smooth skin and highlighted his cheekbones. You watched his muscular chest rise and fall steadily with every breath, and how his golden hair seemed to shine even brighter. You even let your gaze travel even more south, but it quickly jumped up again from the guilt.

You blinked and redirected your gaze before his force, or magic—something—somehow notice your staring, but it was already too late. Obi-Wan grimaced as he opened his eyes, licking his lips and clearing his throat. The dry desert air did nothing but evil to your lungs.

Finally, he looked over at you and said, “I know I’m handsome, darling, but there may be a time and place for that.”

Your eyes immediately moved to his and you found him smirking smugly at you, which you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at.

“Oh, please, you wish I was admiring you, Kenobi. I was just wondering how the hell I should get back at you.” Every word from your tongue was drenched with faux venom.

Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, really? And what might I have done to upset you this time?”

You laughed humourlessly at his words, gesturing around the both of you. “Is your skull really that thick? I’m stuck here because of you.”

He looked at you sceptically. “Me? Weren’t you supposed to be the look out and keep an eye on my back?”

“No, well—yes, but it wasn’t my fault.” If you had to be honest, you had been distracted by him. Obi-Wan had sat and talked with you, always being his charming self. So, really, it was his fault you hadn’t noticed the ambush. “You dragged me into this in the first place.”

He shook his head with a smile and tried to stand up straighter. “If I remember correctly—“

“You probably don’t, you took a pretty ugly blow to the head,” you interrupted. He fixed you with a pointed look, but it only made you more amused.

“—you weren’t forced to come with. You wanted to be with me.”

You grimaced at his choice of words, but were determined not to let him in on your feelings.

“And if I remember correctly, you begged me. So technically, you wanted to be with me.”

His smile told you he was enjoying this just as much as you were, and had no plans on stopping. “Oh, you know me so well, darling. I always want to be with you.”

“Exactly what I wanted to hear,” you smirked.

Even though you loved the words coming from his mouth, they were filled with the same sarcastic venom as yours. If you had to be honest with yourself, it hurt. You tried to ignore the feeling when your eyes moved to a movement in the further end of the arena. Two convoys were starting to move towards you and Obi-Wan, with two people inside of them. Obi-Wan straightened when they were within earshot.

“I was beginning to wonder if you’d got my message,” he said.

A younger man and woman was being led out by guards and you could see the boy was also a Jedi, but one in training, from the robes he wore to the braid in his hair.

“I retransmitted it,” he said, “just as you requested, Master.” The couple were being tied to a pole each, the same way you were tied. “Then we decided to come rescue you.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes as the corners of his lips tugged into half a smile. “Good job.”

You almost laughed at his sarcasm and managed to let out a snort instead. That was the first time the man seemed to have noticed you. His eyes studied you from top to bottom and then turned to Obi-Wan.

“Who is this you are with, Master?” he questioned.

Obi-Wan glanced at you, sending you a quiet question. Who were you to him?

“They—“ he began.

You interrupted him before he could finish. You were dreading to hear the words ‘they’re just my friend��, even though you knew you could never be anything more.

“I’m his amazing partner,” you smiled. “The one who always gets him out of these messes.”

The man raised an eyebrow and glanced at his Master. “Really?” he asked.

Obi-Wan threw you a pointed look. “No, I’m the one who always gets you out of messes, not the other way around,” he said. “If you had just done your job and kept a lookout we wouldn’t be here.”

You feigned offence at his remark. “Excuse you, you were the one distracting me, which means it was really all your fault,” you said.

“So you do admit I am a distraction to you, darling?” Obi-Wan smiled smugly. 

You choked on your words and felt your cheeks burn. You knew he was unaware of your feelings, but that only made it hurt more. Maybe entertaining this sort of flirty banter wasn’t a good idea. It only made your hopes for something more to happen multiply. And that wasn’t fair—to either of you.

“No,” you bit out before you looked away from him entirely. He frowned, but turned away to converse with the other Jedi as you tuned them out.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi was confused.

He had asked for your help on his mission because he knew you were in a nearby town, and because you knew how to handle your blasters. Really well. He had always admired that about you, even though he considered them a bit uncivilised, and he would never admit it. Instead Obi-Wan always decided to send a snide remark or comment your way, even when you were shooting perfectly.

“Maybe you should try hitting the target one day, y/l/n,” he shouted the one time you had missed your practice target.

What he didn’t know was that you had missed because you had been staring at his training with his lightsaber. You couldn’t help it; because, come on, Obi-Wan doing sword practices? He looked hot as fuck. It had made you glare daggers at him and you’d thrown the blaster his way.

“Why don’t you try it then? See if you’re so much better, Master Kenobi,” you challenged.

His smile only widened as he studied your approaching, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’d rather not, darling,” he said. “You know I have no luck with those things.” You picked up the blaster and pressed it against his chest, leaning in closer to him.

“Oh, come on, Obi-Wan,” you purred. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid.”

His mind went blank at your words. You were so close to him now, he would only need to lean down a bit and your lips would be touching. Oh, how he wished to feel your lips on his. He shook the thought away and smiled at you.

“Yes, I am very afraid that you might be better than me at something.”

You moved away and chuckled, taking up your shooting position again. “I’m better than you at a lot of things.”

Obi-Wan quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? Care to enlighten me?”

“I can think of a few things,” you had winked at him.

The insinuation was enough for Obi-Wan’s cheeks to redden, but he turned away and left the subject at that. That was how you two always were. A few insults thrown in here and there, and even though he cared not to admit it, there were some flirty elements as well.

And that was why he was confused as to your sudden cold exterior. He replayed the conversation in his mind, trying to figure out why it had gone south. Did he say something wrong? Had he done something wrong?

He was brought out of his thoughts by the voice of Anakin.

“Master?” he asked, and Obi-Wan only blinked at him.

“Yes, Anakin?”

He sighed and shook his head. “That was the third time I tried to get your attention. What is going on?” He glanced at you on the other side of his master, at you, and lowered his voice. “Is it your partner? Who are they, really?”

“It’s nothing, Anakin,” Obi-Wan replied. Anakin seemed to ponder his words for a moment, and Obi-Wan was completely content on letting the conversation go.

Anakin frowned. “Why haven’t I heard about them until now?”

Obi-Wan quirked an eyebrow. “There are many things you do not know about me, Anakin. I like to keep some things private.”

“I understand,” came his voice, a bit too smug for Obi-Wan’s liking.

Obi-Wan turned to him. “What exactly do you ‘understand’?”

Anakin inclined his head to where you were standing. “I just want to let you know that it’s okay, Master.”

“Anakin, I have no idea what you are talking of.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning as close to Obi-Wan as he could. “I’m talking about the two of you,” he said.

Obi-Wan’s cheeks immediately burned. “y/n y/l/n is an old friend,” Obi-Wan whisper-shouted. “We’ve known each other since we were kids.”

“Come on, Master, I heard the way you were talking to each other. Frankly, it’s quite obvious.”

Obi-Wan glared at Anakin for him to shut up. He glanced at you beside him, trying to keep the younger Jedi’s words from sinking into him, but to no avail. He was aware of the insinuations that often existed in your conversations, and the way your words were too often far from strictly platonic. He knew you were good looking in the standard way, as he often saw heads turn in your direction and flirty smiles sent your way, though he had never allowed himself to think of you that way. It was dangerous territory for a Jedi and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to resist if he allowed himself to give in.

But now, when the both of you stood at your death row, almost out of options, it put things in perspective. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he—

A sudden cheer went up in the stadium, bringing his attention away from you. A voice sounded, in a strange language he couldn’t understand, and four doorways opened at the end of the arena. Out walked four creatures, each one horrific in its own way, and led by guards with spears. They were careful to not walk too close.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Anakin said beside him. Obi-Wan hated to admit he agreed, but forced himself to think rationally.

“Just relax. Concentrate.” He directed the words to his padawan, but they were for himself as much as for Anakin.

“What about Padme?” he asked, drawing Obi-Wan’s attention away from the oncoming monsters. He glanced behind Anakin, seeing that she was using her chain to climb the pillar.

With a smile he said, “She seems to be on top of things.”

Anakin glanced behind him, nodding, and forced calming breaths to release through his lungs. Obi-Wan looked your way, afraid he’d worry for you. Instead, you stood still, almost like a statue, looking directly in front of you. Your gaze was calculating, deadly calm, like a soldier’s calm, and your breathing was even. He didn’t know how, but you seemed to not worry even one bit at the oncoming creature.

He didn’t have time to think over it more when a creature with long claws closed in on him, throwing a leg against his chains, severing it. Obi-Wan threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack. Shouts and cheers went all around him, making him more dizzy than he already was. He tried to focus on the creature as he kept tumbling out the way, every time closer than the first. He went behind the pillar to take cover, but the monster felled it, causing it to tumble down in a load crash towards him.

Before he could understand what was happening, Obi-Wan was tumbling against the ground, rolling in a heap. The only thing was that your weight was on top of him, holding him down. He was too aware of every place you touched, shivering even through the chaos that was going on around you. You quickly glanced down at him before jumping to your feet, extending an arm for him to drag himself to his own feet. You kept ahold of his hand, tugging him along as you ran out of the creature’s path. Obi-Wan was afraid to think of what would’ve happened without you there.

He looked to the side, seeing one of the guards with a spear, taking it to throw at the monster behind you. For a second, he thought it’d worked. But then, it snapped the spear in half and continued its chase for the both of you. Thankfully, right then, Anakin and Padme appeared atop one of the other creatures, a massive horn at its front. He gestured for the both of you to get on, and without thinking, Obi-Wan grabbed your hand again and pulled you with. He helped you up in front of him. He hesitated, just a moment, before letting his arms snake around your midriff. You felt it, tensing against the feeling of him. You realised this was the wrong moment to be shy about contact, but you also realised the meaning of letting him fall against you so.

Obi-Wan let his head lean against your shoulder, ignoring the warning shouts put there by the Jedi’s so-called ways. He was tired of keeping distance from you only because of formalities. Seeing you in danger as he had done earlier, it scared him more than he dared admit. He needed to make the most out of the time you had left together.

“I—“ he began, but was interrupted by the tumbling of droids appearing, pointing their guns at the four of you.

You turned to look him in the eye, searching for any signs of reassurance there. You found none. Obi-Wan did not have a second plan, something to get them out of this major mess. He was finally out of ideas. Your lips tugged downwards at the sight of his hopeless gaze. You understood as well as he did how fucked you were.

And that’s when it happened; when dozens of lightsabers appeared in the crowding stands; they were lit in varying colours of blue, green, and, one particular, in purple. Their light reflected onto their bearers, revealing countless Jedis ready to fight. The rest of the crowd began to flee, previously cheering for the slaughter of the four of you, now cowards to the fight that would inevitable ensue.

A smile lit up your face, gazing onto the new turn of events. Maybe it wasn’t over for the two of you.

It quickly faded when more droids appeared, running over the arena to get a good shot on you. The Jedis were just as quick, jumping from the stadiums to meet the blasters with their sabers. Obi-Wan grabbed a nearby lightsaber and freed first himself, and then you, from the chains. You ran to pick up two blasters, lying nearby a fallen droid. You didn’t have time to think about the others before fire was upon you and it was all you could do to fire off shot after shot, fell enemy after enemy as your aim found its marks. Obi-Wan was soon beside you, twirling his lightsaber in beautiful circles and cutting down every droid in his vicinity. If you weren’t in mortal danger, you’d say he was enjoying himself with the way his lips formed in the faintest smile.

It was difficult keeping track of everyone and everything when all your surroundings were filled with was the light of blasters going for their mark and the glowing of lightsabers cutting into metal. Your ears were ringing, shouts and blasting muffled by the concentration of keeping your head connected to your body. All you could focus on was the next droid to appear in your path. One at a time, to keep you from losing hope and getting overwhelmed. But even you could admit that it was seeming bleak. The numbers on your side were dwindling and you felt a faint thudding in your left arm, which you had conveniently managed to ignore until now.

A sudden shriek called for your attention when the creature from before was charging for you again. You could feel your muscles locking up, the fear setting into them, while your mind was screaming for you to run. Instead, you stood there with a gaping mouth, awaiting the blow that would inevitable come upon you.

Before it did, a lightsaber cut into the creature’s path and sent its head rolling to the dirty ground, its body dropping in a lifeless heap. You turned, seeing Obi-Wan with his lightsaber raised, panting hard. His gaze turned to you with widened eyes. His legs moved before you did and managed to catch you before you fell to the ground, your legs folding beneath you. The paralysing fear was gone and in its place had an overwhelming sense of dread settled, causing your body to finally catch up with your mind. You almost wept against his robes, holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself. Obi-Wan’s arms circled you, his eyes searching you for any fatal injuries. When he couldn’t find any, he allowed his hand to smooth against your cheek, tilting your head to look at him.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded absentmindedly. First now you realised the closeness of him, and how vulnerable you both were in the middle of the battlefield. You turned at the same time, ready to cut down any droids, but it turned out unnecessary as the remaining Jedis had formed a protective circle around all of you, their lightsabers raised against the onslaught of droids. They stopped in their tracks as Count Dooku’s voice rang out, loud and clear, calling for a cease of fire. He was telling you how the fight was over; you were outnumbered; to lay down your weapons in arms; you were practically dead.

The Jedis looked around, uncertain on whether it was possible to win this fight. You met the droids with a steeled gaze; you’d rather die here, on the battlefield, than in some dungeon of the Sith’s. Obi-Wan looked to you and you saw the same determination reflected in his eyes. You wished to rather not die at all, but it was the lesser of two evils.

As if by reading your thoughts, suddenly battleships descended to the arena — stormtrooper ships. You let out a breath of relief; however ready you were to go down in battle someday you were glad today wouldn’t be that day.

With the help of the stormtroopers, your numbers were suddenly in the majority, felling the droids quickly and swiftly. The fight was far from over, though. Obi-Wan nudged your arm, nodding to one of the ships. You ran after him, with Anakin and Padme in the lead, onto the hovering ship and it lifted in the air. You looked around to see other stormtroopers on the ship, with only God knows what thoughts swimming behind those helmets of theirs.

“Dooku is making his escape,” said Obi-Wan, pointing ahead of him. You looked to see two slender ships  and a speeder-bike flying at full speed.

One of the troopers nodded, and the ship picked up in speed. Your feet stumbled at the change, unprepared for the sudden jolt in the metal beneath you. Obi-Wan’s arm instinctively reached out and snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“Hold on,” he said.

You ignored the warmth of both his body so close to you and the sudden rush of it in your cheeks. Miles of sandbanks stretched beneath you, only fleeting with the quick speed you were travelling. Ahead, you noticed that there was only one spacecraft left in your pursuit. Hopefully, you’d be able to get this mission done with and go back to your not-so-peaceful abode; all of this were definitely more than you’d originally bargained for.

With another jolt of your ship, it threw all of you off-balance and a shriek sounded. You turned to see Padme fall out of the open door. Anakin reached for her but Obi-Wan was there within a second to snatch away his wrist, pulling him from the opening.

“Put the ship down!” Anakin cried.

“Anakin, don’t let your personal feelings get in the way!” Obi-Wan shouted back, effectively ignoring your gaze. He turned to the front and called, “Follow that speeder!”

You turned Obi-Wan’s words over in your mind. Of course he wouldn’t stray from the Jedi way, not even for you. Had you then only imagined his lingering gaze and touches that existed a moment too long? Had your mind created the delusions of Kenobi’s want to protect you during the fight, or had he only happened to be nearby to help you?

Whatever the matter, you felt it smartest to not be present for the coming fight. You called out to the two Jedis.

“I’ll go after her, you handle Dooku.”

Obi-Wan turned. “No, wait— y/n!”

Before he could take hold of you, you had dropped out the opening with bent knees meeting the sandbank, landing with a compact you were not ready for. You rolled, tucking your head into your chest and quickly jumped to your feet. You had jumped out of the ship a little later than Padme and had to walk back the distance to find her again.

She laid on the sand, outstretched, with her head resting to the side. You ran to her quickly, letting her head rest under your hand and shaking her slightly in a careful attempt to wake her up. Her eyelids slid open carefully, before blinking wide up at you. Her limbs hurried with panic in an attempt to stand up and she almost tripped herself.

“Hey, hey, calm down!” you said, disentangling yourself from her. “You’re okay, you’re safe.”

She stopped struggling but stayed wide-eyed as she let herself take a few calming breaths. Eventually she had found her voice enough to ask, “Where’s Anakin?”

“Still pursuing Dooku. C’mon, we gotta get back to camp.”

Padme’s head shook before you finished your sentence, looking around. “No, no, we gotta follow them. We gotta help.”

You swallowed, nodding absentmindedly. You wanted to help Obi-Wan but you were afraid how he would react to seeing you after the fighting was done. Would he turn you away, and ultimately let the Jedi’s ways steer his life? Or would he allow you to get close to him, invite you into his life as something more than just a friend?

You pondered these questions as you managed to find a troop of stormtroopers and commandered a spacecraft to follow the pursuit of Count Dooku. Soon enough, a castle of some sort, made of a reddened stone with high spires, reached towards the muddied sky. Your craft landed and as a ship departed, speeding faster than you could react, towards outer space.

If that were Count Dooku escaping then that meant Anakin and Obi-Wan hadn’t managed to stop him. And that meant…

Your legs started to move faster than your mind could catch up, praying that what you feared wouldn’t be true. Your feet echoed against the ground as you ran into the cave, Padme following right behind you. When you entered the hollow room your eyes immediately landed on Obi-Wan’s form.

He was alive—barely standing and taking shallow breaths—but alive nonetheless.

His hand was grasped around his knee, barely being able to keep himself up. It looked as if it took everything in him not to slump to the floor. You hastened your steps in his direction, ready to just about sling yourself against him. You catched yourself in a moment, remembering the Jedi’s modest ways.

His eyes met yours as he let his hand let go of the lightsaber. His eyes softened, almost unintelligibly, and his lips quirked into a tired smile. Obi-Wan took the barest step toward you, his leg folding beneath him. You were there in an instant, letting your weight support his as much as his was supporting you. Your arms snaked around his waist, letting your head fall in the crook of his shoulder. His head laid on yours, his hair tickling your skin. As tired, and muddy, and miserable you were you couldn’t keep from the warmth spreading in the pit of your stomach.

Obi-Wan didn’t seem to mind any of the other Jedi’s in the room as he let his embrace pull you even closer to him. He pulled back the barest inch to whisper against your ear, “Don’t you ever dare scare me like that again.”

“What, when I dropped out of the spacecraft, you mean?”

You felt him shake his head against you. “Just today in general.”

“Afraid to lose me, Jedi?”

You tried not to chuckle, but it was difficult when you felt the dangers of the day receding from your mind and all that was left was an immense relief that elated your entire body. Obi-Wan pulled away entirely, letting his hands grip your shoulders for support. Your hands had a hold of his waist.

“Losing you would affect me more than you could ever imagine.”

You grinned as you tugged him into a hug again, pressing him even more intimately against you. There was no longer any doubt as to what Obi-Wan meant to you, and as to what you meant to him. He didn’t care what the council or the Jedis thought; he’d have you as yours. And you smiled at the thought.

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Jealousy and Principles (Obi-Wan x reader)

Pairings: Obi-Wan x GenderNeutral!Reader Warnings/Tags: Jealousy, light swearing, dispute Summary: The reader is a former Jedi who's left the order many years ago! You and Obi-Wan are on a mission to obtain information from a high-ranking Separatist. In a cantina, which according to rumors is supposed to be his retreat, you decide to use advantage of your flirty skills which awakes jealousy in Obi-Wan. Words: 1.4k A/n: This is my first Obi-Wan x reader one shot. English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any possible grammar or spelling mistakes! But I hope you enjoy it and let me know if you're interested in a part two!

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Thick, hot air hit you as you and Obi-Wan entered the cantina. The noise of loud voices talking over one another, laughing, and loudly clinking drinks was a stark contrast to the quiet outside on the near-empty streets of the small town on the Outer Rim planet you visited. You and Obi-Wan had a mission to complete, as there were rumors that this cantina was the home retreat of a high-ranking Separatist who was hiding information useful to the Republic.

“I think we should order a drink,” you said as you and Obi-Wan sat down at a table in one of the corners of the room.

Obi-Wan's eyebrows furrowed critically. But before he could say anything, you continued. "To blend in with the other guests."

Obi-Wan nodded in understanding. He didn't seem too keen on the idea because he knew you were someone who was likely to take a look too deeply into the glass. But after all, you were undercover. Disguised in civilian clothing, you might look like ordinary citizens but anyone who sat in a cantina without drinking anything gave a questionable impression—at least to the staff.

You looked around and raised your hand as you made eye contact with one of the waiter droids. His cylindrical form rolled towards your table and made a loud beeping noise.

“Two of those blue drinks, please,” you ordered and the droid beeped again and then rolled away.

"That guy over there with the gray jacket and the beard. That must be him," Obi-Wan stated, pointing with his chin at a small group of humans and aliens chatting and enjoying their drinks.

You followed his nod and located the group he was talking about. Your eyes scanned every single face, not only to identify the target, but also to check out his companions. They seemed inconspicuous. Like normal civilians. It was the same disguise you and Obi-Wan wore. But since you and Obi-Wan had both saved an image of the Separatist on your data pads, you knew exactly that this man, sitting in a group like a normal person, was unmistakably the target you were looking for.

"He looks much more attractive in real life than in the photo," you said jokingly, your eyes not leaving your target's frame. Tob be honest, he was surprisingly handsome. What a shame he was one of the bad guys, you thought.

By staring at the strange man, you didn't notice Obi-Wan grimacing. "I don't think that-" he started, but was interrupted by the arrival of the beeping waiter droid that brought your drinks.

“Thank you,” you smiled at the little droid as you took your drinks from his tray. They were way bigger than expected. Not as usual as in a small glass, but more like a whole cocktail. With a shallow smile on your lips, you toasted Obi-Wan and took the first sip. Your throat immediately burned as the strong liquid ran down your esophagus and you immediately felt even warmer than you already were in the hot canteen. Then your gaze slid back to the separatist and his handsome face. And that's exactly what gave you an idea. "I know how we can get information out if him," you stated.

Obi-Wan took his glass to his mouth as he listened.

“I’m going to seduce him,” you explained.

Obi-Wan paused his sip, on the verge of choking. “Excuse me?” he asked incredulously, feeling his heart beat going faster.

"You heard me right. If there's one thing that can influence a man, it's a charismatic, stupidly-faithful Y/G."

Obi-Wan, far from enthusiastic about the idea, didn't respond. The tension in him was obvious, but you didn't notice. You were far too convinced that your plan would be successful.

"Y/N-," Obi-Wan began, but by then you were already standing up, pushing the empty chair to the table and walking over to the Separatist.

Obi-Wan sighed. Clutching his drink tightly, he took a sip and watched you on the way to that man. He couldn't quite explain what he was feeling as he observed from a distance as you sat down next to the target and engaged in a flirtatious conversation. He struggled to reconcile the mission's necessity with the unsettling feeling that gnawed at his core. All of this felt so wrong to him. In many ways. Of course he was aware of the fact that you weren't a Jedi and haven't been for many years. So the rules of the order didn't apply to you. But the uncharted territory of your alliance collided with the principles deeply ingrained in his Jedi upbringing and his jaw tightened.

The melody of your hauntingly enchanting voice reached Obi-Wan's ears. He wasn't able to understand a single word you said from his distance so his mind made up it's own conversation between you and the separatist that was both exaggerated and also not very unlikely to happen. After all, Obi-Wan knew who you were and what you were capable of.

His chest hurt in a way it never hurt before as a feeling of jealousy covered his senses. Shocked by his own thought he took nother sip from his drink, his hand trembling as he reached for the glass. He wasn't jealous. He couldn't be. His inner conflict definitely had to have something to do with his Jedi principles and your inappropriate behavior.

Obi-Wan watched you lean far towards the target. A seductive smile on your face underlined the shimmer of excitement in your eyes. You seemed to be truly interested in the separatist's narration, in a way that exceeded the whole idea of the mission and your attempt to seduce information out of him. And the Jedi fcking hated it.

It felt like the whole night has passed when you finally stood up from your seat next to the separatist and strolled back to Obi-Wan.

"I was successful," you said with a slight smile on your face, your cheeks still red from the flirty conversation.

Obi-Wan, who still suffered from the echo of that awful wrenching feeling in his guts, didn't give any attention to what you just said. Instead he took a deep breath and shot his blue eyes to yours. "Was that really necessary?" he asked with a bitter tone underlining his voice.

"What do you mean?" you replied confused not understanding what was wrong with your success.

Obi-Wan stared at you with a cold expression and a feeling of discomfort and concern awoke deep inside your chest. "The flirting."

You blinked twice as you stated at him with confusion and before you were able to open your mouth Obi-Wan continued his examination. "This was not the Jedi way. You just broke the code in one of the most inappropriate ways possible and went against the most important of my Jedi principles."

The moment his words entered your brain the feeling of concern turned into anger. "Are you kidding me?" you replied harshly. "I just degraded myself by flirting with one of our biggest enemies and you're sitting here being displeased by my practices instead of being satisfied with the outcome? I'm not a Jedi, Obi-Wan!"

"But you've been a Jedi before," Obi-Wan stated.

You took s sharp breath, furious because of his absolutely dim-witted stubbornness. "And?What's the point of your arguments? I've left the order years ago and you, out of everyone, should know best that I don't give a damn shit about neither the code nor the Jedi principles!"

"And that's exactly the problem!" Obi-Wan replied, his voice becoming louder. You saw a flash of anger in his eyes and felt even more offended by his audacity to criticize you for breaking a code you don't follow while he, in the exact same minute, did the same by letting himself be guided by his emotions.

You took a deep breath before calming your voice to a level that reflected both your weariness towards this conversation and your feeling of disappointment because of the ungratefulness the Jedi confronted you with. "You knew exactly what I am when we started our alliance."

With those words you left the cantina ans entered the darkness of a starless night. You felt like even talking to a wall would have a more productive outcome than this conversation. Obi-Wan was supposed to be a good friend of yours but right now your efforts don't seem to be appreciated. And it also doesn't seem like he truly accepts you for who you are.

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Good Night (Platonic Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader)

As Obi-wan Kenobi's padawan, your life was never short on adventure. Unfortunately, that meant you were always short on sleep. You were pretty sure the bearded man could see that when he asked you to stay on the ship while he, Anakin, and Ahsoka went ahead on the recon mission.

You tried to stay awake, knowing that despite the low impact of the task, it was all too important when someone or something actually did try to take or destroy the ship.

You only closed your eyes for a moment, and when you opened them again, you were against Anakin's chest, being carried to the quarters that, for the time being, you were sharing with your fellow Padawan.

You mumbled something that was probably supposed to come out as, "Master?" It sounded more formless than that, you were sure.

"Shh," he said quietly. "Ahsoka's already asleep. I was trying not to wake you."

"Thanks," you whispered once he set you down, feeling the tension in your neck from falling asleep in your chair release.

"No problem, kid. Sweet dreams."

It was only a few minutes before you heard Obi-wan's light footsteps announce his presence.

He walked over to Ahsoka's bunk first, seeming to check her for injuries once again. The mission must've been more dangerous than they'd been expecting.

"Oh, Padawan," he gave a quiet sigh as he settled down by your bedside. "You know, sometimes I wonder if I go... too easy on you."

He thought you were already asleep.

"But, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm glad you weren't with us this time," Obi-wan whispered. "It was nothing serious, nothing to worry about now, but there was one moment, where Ahsoka--oh, my heart nearly stopped. I can't imagine what it would be like if I had both of you to be worrying about.

"And I know you'll have to be in danger plenty before this war is over... ha, Qui-gon would not have had a problem with this," he shook his head, laughing faintly at himself. "For Forcesake, I didn't even have this problem with Anakin. I wasn't raising him in the middle of a war."

He sighed again. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. This is something I have to figure out on my own," he rubbed a hand across his beard before leaning over and pressing a light kiss to your cheek. "Sleep well, my dear. See you in the morning."

[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

Nonverbal reader x Obi Wan Kenobi

let's get some things straight first. I am a neurodivergent person who occasionally gets to points where I can't communicate verbally. No idea why. I call this being non verbal because I don't know what else to call it.

This fic is based on my own experience and my own need for comfort. If you don't like it, don't read.

Maybe it was the fact that you couldn't remember your life before them but you couldn't imagine a life outside of the Jedi order.

You'd grown up surrounded by love and support from your creche-mates and teachers and eventually your master and you knew knew not to that for granted— or at least you knew now.

When you were a young padawan going out on assignments with your master and you would become nonverbal you didn't think much of it. It been a part of your life since you could remember but the galaxy at large wasn't as aware or accepting. Sometimes when you'd suddenly switch to Galactic Basic Sign would freak people out sometimes. Not everyone could wrap their heads around why you didn't always have the ability to speak. Your master would tell you to heed them no mind. He would say that they were simply small minded and they were.

As you grew into a Jedi knight this bothered you less. But not always being able to communicate as easily as you wanted still bothered you.

You sat outside the temple trying to concentrate on your meditation. You'd been feeling blocked lately and didn't know how to fix it. Soon your eyebrows furrowed and you kicked out of the sitting position you were meditating in. This wasn't working. "Something wrong?" An elegant voice asked and Obi Wan sat beside you, his buzzed hair and padawan brain flowing slightly in the gentle breeze.

You nodded and he could feel you project your frustrations out into the force.

"Nonverbal?" He asked and you once again nodded.

"Did something happen? perhaps I could help" He insisted but you shook your head. Instead slumping your body into his.

I'm tired. You signed as your face fell into his shoulder and he chuckled.

"Did you sleep enough?" He asked and you nodded.

"Eat something?" He asked and you nodded. again.

"Then what is wrong?" He asked and you sign the words force block in the simplest of terms. You'd been doing so well it had been a while since you last had to use Galactic sign and you had gotten a bit rusty.

"Ahh" He hummed and took you hand in his.

"Maybe if we meditate together it would help" He suggested but you rolled your eyes.

"Humor me, please?" He asked and you exhaled tiredly. Fine. You'd try one more time.

"Don't worry darling, everything will be alright. We'll find it" He said

[betzabobababi]

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

Welcome! This is the first drabble of my Cancer free Celebration and the first drabble of the month! If you enjoy please consider to like and reblog, it is greatly appreciated and it helps for other people to see my work! (Don't repost without permission or plagiarize)

Warning: character death-siblings death...lmk if I missed any (prob did) (also I tried my best to make this gender neutral lmk if I failed)

Pairings: Anakin x GNsibling!reader

Type: Angst (sorta?)

Summary: Anakin turns into Darth Vader trying to save his twin from a deadly illness

Listen to: TV by Jmusikk on youtube

Sometimes, in trying to fix something, you only make it worse. And sometimes it leads to your own demise.

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In trying to save someone's life sometimes you forget to save yours as well. But sometimes to the “savior”, it doesn't matter. Because the person's life is so worth saving, saving yourself is no longer important.

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Anakin only had a tiny amount of people he trusted. Within that amount you were his number one. His twin, his own flesh and blood. His other half. Anakin loved you with all his soul. With every ounce of the force he carried. He would die for you, and you for him. 

Being twins meant having each other's back. It meant being there for each other no matter what. Through thick and thin. From the core of earth to the heavens itself. Without hesitation. Without a limit. It's a pact. A part both siblings play, forever, all because of love.

  You were plagued with a disease no one knew how to cure. Maker, no one even knew what it was. Nevertheless, Anakin being the stubborn boy he was raised to be, he was hell bent on figuring out how to cure your illness. 

That's how he found himself talking to palpatine. Seeking out his help. Seeking out his knowledge in the force. Believing he could help save you. The bare lies Palpatine fed Anakin, led him to kill innocent jedi younglings. They led him to choke his expecting wife. Hurting the love of his life and his future child. The ugly repulsive lies led him to fight his master. Led him to turn to the darkside. And in the end, because of Palpatine's repulsive lies, only left him with a heart in pieces.

All he had, a secret bride, a hidden future child, a family. All gone. In the end the things he had left were a heart shattered into oblivion, a dead wife, and a long, lonely path down the dark side. Alone.

All because of a simple emotion. 

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒.

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I Forgive You

Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!reader

This is 100 percent self-indulgent. I barely looked at lore or timelines (a huge weight off my back tbh bc I ALWAYS tear my hair out over everything being 100% compliant always) so if none of this works that's too bad

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of a dead body, hurt/comfort??, some fluff, possibly OOC bc I didn't rewatch the prequels to get a feeling for their personalities, mixed POVs (switches between reader (Second POV/"you/yours") and Obi (Third POV/"they/them"))

Word Count: 3982 (YOOOO)

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The caverns were dark and damp. The skittering of rodents filled the dark cravesses, impossible to see without the aid of a light. Obi-Wan watched as his padawan, Anakin, jumped away from the wall, searching the floor for whatever just crawled over his boots.

The Jedi-in-training huffed. “Any ideas on getting out of here?” He gestured to the metal bars containing them. Years of being dripped on by stalactites crusted the metal over with solid mineral deposits. Despite this, they were still strong, with no sign of deterioration.

Obi-Wan looked around. Behind them - a large stone wall. The other three sides - solid prison bars. He frowned at the skeleton in the corner.

“Get your slimy hands off me!”

All attention was directed toward the shout. It echoed down the labyrinthine corridors. This base was expansive… A loud thud, followed by a growl of contempt. Around the corner, a hulking 4-armed creature dragged a body. The Jedi stepped back as it got closer.

The creature, pale with dark eyes and a long mouth full of teeth, snarled at them. It pulled out a key and unlocked the heavy door. With barely any effort, the body was thrown inside.

The first thing Obi-Wan noticed was their helmet. It was undoubtedly Mandalorian, but the rest of their outfit was unfit for a Mandalorian. Rather than a heavy suit of armor, suited to the war-like attitude of the clan, they were in robes not dissimilar to the Jedi’s. The glass visor had a crack down it.

The person struggled to their hands and knees. Before the creature could shut the door, however, the Mandalorian lunged and pushed the beast back. It growled - almost screamed - in a horrific manner. Its lower limbs grabbed their arms and shoved them back, before it reeled back and in quick succession kicked their stomach and their visor. The stranger laid on the floor, groaning in pain, as the creature slammed the cell shut. Obi-Wan did his best to avoid the gut-wrenching look it threw their way before it shuffled off into the dark tunnels once more.

The crack splintered out now, creating an intricate web along the visor of the helmet. Obi-Wan was the first to offer assistance.

-

“Are you alright?”

You swallowed down the rising bile in your throat. Pain emanated from your stomach and your face. Already, you could feel warmth oozing from your nose.

Don’t panic. Deep breath. Did it break anything?

You pressed a hand to your ribs, feeling for any pain. No. It only came from your abdomen, which no doubt was turning black and blue as you laid there.

The blood.

You opened your eyes. It was harder to see now, as the glass cracked dangerously, but it would do. A face hovered over you. His brows were furrowed with concern and confusion. He looked… familiar.

No time.

With a groan, you pushed yourself to a sit. The blood changed course from flowing down your cheeks to fall down your chin. So it was a lot then.

You turned your attention to the other prisoners. The one who had been leaning over you now sat back in a kneel, watching you carefully. You hated the distrust that colored those blue irises. The other stood back further, glancing from his Master to you. His face was twisted with suspicion. You did not linger long on the carcass in the corner, or its rictus grin.

“Are you alright?” the man asked again.

“I’m bleeding.” The helmet muffled your voice, but if you pitched your voice down an octave, who would notice? “Can you turn around?”

“Master,” the dark-haired jumped in, just waiting for any reason to share his distrust with Obi-Wan.

But those blue eyes were wiser and more caring than any skepticism. He stood and backed away toward the other. Without removing his eyes off you, he whispered to his padawan. “It’s their code.”

The other man leaned in to whisper - rather angrily and not-so-quietly. “They could attack us. We have no reason to-”

“I won’t,” you cut in. The dark-haired one fixed a glare on you. You didn’t look at him, though. Your eyes were set firmly on Obi-Wan, whose face had yet to relax. “When it kicked my helmet, it hit my nose. I just need a moment to clean the blood.

“Besides,” you looked to the padawan, not that they could tell under your helmet, “I’m already breaking the code by removing my helmet with you here. Why risk any more of my honor?”

Silent, the padawan turned to his Master. Obi-Wan continued to study you. The blood touched your lips, seeping between the cracks to taint your mouth with iron.

-

After a moment, he nodded. He had no other choice but to trust them at their word. Obi-Wan turned to Anakin and placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to turn around with him.

“Thank you.”

The Jedi were left to staring through the bars into the darkness, and listening as the stranger removed their helmet. There was a faint curse, then fabric ripping. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and listened.

Somehow, though he could not place it, the voice sounded familiar. Maybe it just reminded him of someone else, but he could’ve sworn…

His face hardened. There was no time to linger on the past. They needed to get out of here, one way or another. Preferably without getting cornered in the labyrinth by any of those creatures. And preferably with their lightsabers.

The Mandalorian threw a strange wrench into the mix, too. There was no telling if they were on the Republic’s side, or if they were just biding their time until they got their own weapons back to attack. Could they trust this stranger in their escape? Why was the Mandalorian here in the first place?

He was pulled back from his mind as dirt shuffled behind them.

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You sighed as you pulled your helmet back on. The humid air of the cave was of little relief from the stuffy headgear, but at least your nose had stopped bleeding. At least it wasn’t broken. You used the bars as a support to help you to your feet.

“You can look now.”

The padawan didn’t seem as tense when he turned and saw you as far across the cell as possible. He was on edge, though. Obi-Wan still looked confused, but his determination won out above all else.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

It was the simplest question in the world, but it still had you scrambling for a suitable alias. You didn’t want him to know quite yet.

“Vros,” you lied. “And yours?”

Neither of them were suspicious with the fake name, any more so than they were your presence. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is my padawan, Anakin.”

You nodded respectfully.

“Do you have any ideas how to get out of here?” Obi-Wan asked.

You grinned, though they could not see it. “Just use the key and walk right out,” you spoke with a teasing lilt.

Anakin didn’t enjoy the playfulness. “How?” He gestured to the solid wall and metal bars. “We’re trapped on all sides, with no way of even getting a key. How do you propose we just stroll on out of here?”

You lifted up the key. It was as rough and crusted over as the bars. Their faces fell from shock and, perhaps, fear. It was hard to tell. “I snagged it off the guard, before he kicked me down.”

Obi-Wan stepped forward. “Do you know how to get through these tunnels?”

You looked out the bars, into the pitch dark. “Not really, but I have faith.”

-

Faith was an unnatural word to hear coming from a Mandalorian. As far as he knew, Mandalorians relied on their guns more than they relied on any notion of belief. Honor above all else, and guns above that. Though, he couldn’t say he was an expert in their culture.

Vros leaned against the bars, working carefully as they reached through and used the oddly-shaped key to unlock the cell. With a click, it was unlocked. Slowly, they pushed open the door. It creaked, and they stopped to listen for guards. And then they pushed it further open. It creaked, and they waited once more. Once it was wide enough, they slipped through and held it open for him and Anakin to slip through. They left the cell open, but removed the key, tucking it away in a fold of their clothes.

“You’re Jedi, right?” they whispered, but did not wait for a response. “Can you sense your lightsabers? It would lead us in the right direction.”

Now wasn’t the time to ask how Vros knew they were Jedi. While Obi-Wan brushed it off, instead focusing on the pull of his lightsaber through the darkness, Anakin looked sideways at the Mandalorian.

“This way,” Obi-Wan whispered. He crouched down and walked with light steps close to the walls as he led the way. Anakin would not go until Vros did, following behind and keeping his eye on the stranger between them.

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You followed close behind. Unable to see any further than Obi-Wan, you were stuck to trusting blind faith that you were going the right way. You winced every time your boots scraped against the loose dirt a little louder than you’d like. Your heart pounded against your chest, just waiting for something to step out of the shadows.

Obi-Wan came to a stop, pressing his entire body against the rock wall. Anakin did the same. You stepped in front of Obi-Wan, just far enough to peer around the corner he stopped at. The Jedi Master watched as you stared hard into the darkness through your helmet. And then you were quickly stepping back, falling against the wall right between him and his padawan.

Footsteps.

Your heart matched the pattern of the feet dragging through the dirt. They got closer. Closer. You could hear the disgusting gurgling sounds of the creature, standing just around the corner. They stopped.

You all held your breaths.

And waited.

And waited…

They began retreating back in the direction they came. You all waited a moment longer before it felt safe to breathe again.

Obi-Wan glanced around the corner, and continued guiding you into the gloom. Oh the things you would do for a torch.

-

The tug was closer now. Through a wall or a door. But he couldn’t pinpoint which way he needed to go to reach it. The crossroads waited for a decision. Continue forward the way they’d been going? Left? Right? He just knew there was no going back.

His brows pulled tight together as he tried to pinpoint where the Force was leading him.

And then Vros was stepping out ahead again. They went no further than the edge of the wall, peering forward, then left. In the distance, feet marched along set paths.

They looked right. All the halls, as far as they could tell in the murk, were identical. But one must be the right path. If Obi-Wan could just-

Vros stepped silently to the other wall. They peered around the corner, searching for some invisible thing. Anakin scooted up right beside his Master. They both shared a look.

The Mandalorian turned back to them and nodded down the right path. They didn’t wait to be sure the Jedi would follow before slipping into the shadows and down the hall. Mentally cursing, Obi-Wan and Anakin quickly moved to follow behind.

They seemed very sure of themself as they guided the Jedi down two more corridors. It was as though they were being pulled toward something. That thought left a strange feeling in Obi-Wan’s gut.

And then there was light. Dim, but definitely there. A large stone door that wasn’t fully sealed on all sides was all that stood between them and freedom.

-

So your senses were right, the exit was this way. You ran a hand along the reddish stone, feeling for any sort of mechanism that would open it. Alas, there was nothing. The creatures probably pushed it open with their brutish strength, if they ever left these tunnels, that is.

You pressed your shoulder against an edge of the door that had slightly more light shining through the crack, and pushed.

“What about our lightsabers?”

You stopped, attention drawn to the padawan. He looked between Obi-Wan and you, torn between freedom and the Order. Obi-Wan didn’t seem any less torn. He peered back into the gloom, the all-consuming darkness. Somewhere in there, his saber called to him, just as yours did.

“I can go back and get them,” you whispered.

“And why should we trust you not to run off with them? Or just kill us?”

Anakin was a veritable brick wall. You huffed indignantly, trying to meet Obi-Wan’s eyes even through your cracked visor. “It will be easier for just one of us to sneak through than all three.”

Obi-Wan wasn’t so easily swayed this time. “Then two of us will go.”

You bit back your frustration as he turned to his padawan. “Try to get this door open. If we’re not back in 10 minutes, don’t do anything stupid, just get yourself to safety and contact the Counsel.”

He looked back at you, nodding his head for you to lead. You tried to bite back your guilt as you pressed back through the dark.

You back-tracked slightly. You could feel the separate forces that pulled you - one toward the exit, and the other in the direction you needed to go.

You peered around a corner, listened, and then went down corridor after corridor. The further you went, the closer to the heart of the maze, and the more footsteps surrounded you. You reached an intersection and stopped, waiting.

You could feel it. Right in front of you was a creature. It stood right in the middle of the crossroads. You couldn’t risk being seen. Even though it was dark for you, no doubt the creatures had adapted to the inky black they lived in.

A hand grabbed your wrist, a warning. Obi-Wan had sensed the creature, too. He tugged, starting to head back to find another way around, but you stopped him. He watched, entranced, as you held a hand to his chest to keep him against the wall. You were studying your surroundings and your options. He felt it as much as you that the sabers were just across from you. Calling to you. Calling for you.

You removed your hand from his chest and slowly, slowly pulled the key from your robes. As much as you dared, you peeked around the corner. A beat, a breath, and you were throwing the key down the left hall. The creature made an undignified snorting-wail as it followed the sound, eagerly chasing the disturbance.

Your hand found his arm now as you dragged him in a semi-circle through the intersection to the next hall. You pushed him ahead as you leaned against the wall, listening for the creature. It was far enough now that it wouldn’t immediately sense or see you. But the distraction would definitely raise the alarm. You had to be quick now.

Obi-Wan tapped your arm to get your attention before ducking into a sideroom. The room was a little bigger than your cell, though not by much. Along the walls were shelves full of bins carved from metal. All of them were full of odd trinkets, torn clothes, and scary-looking weapons.

Somewhere in here, your lightsaber was waiting.

Obi-Wan was tugged toward a bin at the bottom of the wall. He knelt down and pulled it out. Underneath a scrap of unrecognizable cloth was his saber. Relief flooded him as he attached it to his belt.

You pulled out a box on a higher shelf, right at eye level. You had to set it on the floor just to see what was inside. An arsenal of one-handed phasers were thrown carelessly inside, all lacking power. Buried beneath the defunct guns were two lightsabers. One you immediately recognized as yours and you wasted no time tucking it into your robes. The other was foreign to you.

“Is this one Anakin’s?” You held the weapon out to him. He recognized the design immediately. But his eyes found their way down to the hilt sticking out of your clothes. He stilled.

“Is that one yours?” It was accusatory. There was only one Mandalorian to become a Jedi. You were not it. “Or did you find it here?”

A benefit of the doubt. But the collapse of trust had already happened. You said nothing - what could you say? You held out Anakin’s lightsaber further, silently urging him to take it.

Blue eyes stared through your visor, searching for an answer within your facelessness. All he saw was his cracked reflection.

A cry echoed through the halls. It was inhuman. Your hand immediately grabbed your lightsaber, prepared to defend yourself at the drop of a hat. Obi-Wan took Anakin’s saber and tucked it away.

A cacophony of feet stormed their way through the halls, heading straight for you. If you didn’t move now, you’d be cornered here. This was not how you would die.

-

Obi-Wan led the way through the dark halls. His lightsaber provided enough light to help him along. The creatures were following right behind.

Loose dirt beneath his feet made him slide around the next corner and hit his shoulder into the wall. Vros accounted for the momentum and took the lead. They pulled him by the front of his robes off the wall and into step behind them. The exit was only a few turns away.

But the steps and the gurgling started coming from the side.

The orange light of dual suns peeked around the corner. Freedom.

Vros looked over their shoulder. Obi-Wan did, too. The creatures, all four arms and pale skin, long mouths frothing with drool, were right there. Not just behind them. As they passed an intersection, two more hordes came from the left and right. The only open path was ahead.

In a flash, Obi-Wan was pulled once again to the front. Vros slid in the dirt, stopping, and held up their lightsaber. Its yellow light lit up the sickly faces of the creatures. They shouted over their shoulder as they faced the swarm head on.

“Get out of here!”

“You can’t fight them all on your own!” Obi-Wan’s chest felt tight. He was torn in two directions. Did he help this strange Mandalorian, who was all but sacrificing themself for his own survival? Or did he escape with his life, alone, meet up with Anakin, and walk away as if none of this happened? “I’ll stay!”

“Just go!”

As the brutal arms swung, attacking wildly, the stranger did not give up any ground. In a display almost beautiful to witness, they defended their own. They didn’t senselessly murder. No. They used the light from their saber to frighten the beasts back into the darkness. They threw pointed kicks meant to stun or surprise their opponent. They ducked to avoid a heavy blow, but caught another one in an upper-cut to their chin. Their helmet flew off.

That face…

Determined eyes burned into his own, if only for a millisecond.

“Go, Obi-Wan!” 

That voice… He knew it was familiar.

And then a foot planet itself against his chest, sending him backward toward the exit. The blow did not hurt as bad as it should have. Perhaps it was shock.

“Go already!” Their cry was visceral. A desperate last plea to leave, get out of here, save yourself.

Snapped back to his senses, he picked himself back up. It felt wrong to leave you there, but… What choice did he have?

He ran out into the bright daylight. Anakin was leaning against the wall, concern and boredom mixing together, replaced entirely with confusion as his Master rushed out of the tunnels.

“Master?” He rushed over, holding Obi-Wan by his arms to support him as the man rubbed at the center of his chest. “What happened? Where’s Vros?”

The padawan had never seen Obi-Wan so speechless. All he could do was shake his head and stare at the door. Half of him wanted to rush back inside, stuck to your side as he used to always be. But the other half told him to wait. See what happened. It was like a morbid little voice telling him to watch and see if you survived.

Sure enough, moments later, you were backing out of the door, saber still held in front of you defensively. The creatures screeched and whined at the bright sun, slinking backwards into the safety of their dark caves. Once you were clear of the path of the door, you nodded toward it.

“Anakin, Obi-Wan, close the door.”

Anakin rushed to the task. Obi-Wan was awestruck staring at you. You glanced over your shoulder for just a second, and he was pulled back into the present. The combined strength of both men had the stone door shut in no time. They watched as your shoulders relaxed, and you tucked your deactivated lightsaber back into your robes.

They were gray. He hadn’t noticed before - it was too dark to really tell. But sure enough, you were donned in all gray Jedi robes.

“You’re a Gray Jedi…” It came out in a breath. It was full of mixed emotions. Relief, confusion, guilt, solace. You couldn’t tell how he really felt about the revelation.

You nodded.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He stood arms length from you. His eyes scanned you over. They lingered on your nose, still tinted from blood. They glanced quickly over your attire before he gulped and brought himself back to your eyes. He looked… forlorn. “I looked for you. Everywhere. Why did you leave?”

It was hard to face the consequences of your choices when his eyes were so blue. You stared at his shoulder instead.

“I had to. I heard about Qui-Gon and I…” At the mention of his old Master’s name, he bristled. You bit the inside of your cheek. “I didn’t agree with the rules of the Counsel. I asked to leave. I swore I wouldn’t join the Dark Side, but I couldn’t continue down that path, following rules I didn’t truly believe in.”

He stepped forward. “And you didn’t think to say goodbye?”

You took a deep breath. “I thought… I didn’t want you to hate me for going against the Order.”

“Hate you?” He grabbed you by the shoulders, jostling you slightly and ducking down to meet your eyes. “Y/N, I loved you. And then you left without a word and I thought-” He whispered, as if he didn’t want to speak the words into existence, “I thought you were dead.”

His eyes were watery. Like this, on the verge of tears, they looked like miniature oceans. The guilt in your chest fell through your stomach. The weight hit the bottom of your world and sent cracks through the foundation. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your face into his neck. He did much the same, fingers gripping onto the fabric of your clothes as though you would slip through his fingers as nothing more than wisps of sand.

“I’m so glad you’re alive,” he breathed.

“I’m sorry,” you croaked.

He shook his head, burying his face further into the crook of your shoulder. “No, please,” he squeezed you tighter to him, “don’t. You’re here. That’s more than enough.”

Wet, hot tears mixed into each of your shoulders’. Neither of you cared.

You sniffled. “I’m sorry I kicked you.”

He laughed. Maker, it was so good to hear him laugh again. Through tears, you smiled. “I forgive you.”

For everything.

A whisper, so quiet he almost missed it. “I loved you, too.”

I still love you.

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Sparring Match - Obi-Wan Kenobi x Gender Neutral Reader

You've been a Padawan for some time. No longer even close to the age of a youngling, you're technically an adult, even if you're still waiting for Knighthood. Despite feeling as though it will teach you nothing, you've been instructed to attend a lightsaber sparring session between two Knights. Being the dutiful student, you roll your eyes behind your Master's back and promise to go.

When you arrive, the room is crowded with other Padawans and to your horror, some Initiates. Quickly, you find a group closer to your own age, and join their circle. Sadly, only a couple you know well, the rest of your friends already having passed their trials and moving beyond you.

When the Knights finally enter, a male human and female Twi'lek. The Twi'lek begins to give an introduction, but you can't hear a word she's saying, you attention rapt by the man standing unassumingly to the side, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Ever since the day you first encountered him in the Temple Gardens he's occupied a space in your mind, filling your thoughts with the type of fantasies you're not even sure Jedi are allowed.

"I hope you will all learn a lot." The unknown Knight stops speaking, and you feel yourself blushing, realizing you have no idea what's happening. Thankfully none of the others in your group seem to have noticed. As the demonstration begins, your eyes ignore the saber technique, the positioning of bodies, the timing of strikes, in favor of watching Obi-Wan alone. There's a practiced grace in every move he makes, and a strength that radiates from controlled precision. The enticing outline of taut muscles visible beneath his garments leaves your pulse pounding.

Each minute is like a symphony for you, a masterful painting come to life. Everyone in the room disappears, and it's just you and the most beautiful Jedi Knight you've ever known. Time passes too quickly though, and soon the match ceases. Though it leaves you with another moment to treasure in your memories, him, sweaty, hair disheveled, skin flushed with exertion, breathing rapidly.

You continue to stare, mesmerized, feeling the stirring of want in your body. Deep blue eyes look up, seeming to pierce through the crowd, and by some terrible coincidence find you. For a moment your gaze locks with his, and you know he knows your secret musings, and you wish you could disappear. Until you see the ghost of a smile cross his features. Blood rushing in your ears, your skin now burning with embarrassment, you turn and flee, paying no mind to the questioning stares that follow.

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As It Was - Obi-Wan Kenobi (Part 2)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Gender Neutral Original Character

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Word Count: 16k

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Part 2 (Chapter 8-13)

Ch. 8 - Goodbye, Old Friend

We were falling, both scrambling to right ourselves, but only succeeding in making the situation worse. A comically large gust of wind from a speeder had swept through the flora covered ravine, knocking us off the pathway on which we’d been walking. Obviously this happened often because the landing was soft, a gravity cushion catching us. 

Breathless, Obi-Wan was hovering above me, his face inches from mine. 

“Darling,” he said, his tone mischievous, “we have to stop getting into such compromising situations.”

“I think this is the first time this has happened,” I stated, pretending not to be bothered even though I knew he could hear my heart beating out of my chest. 

“Perhaps,” he laughed, his eyes crinkling, “I just wanted to say that because I knew it would make you flustered.”

I blushed, “Well it worked.”

“So do I get to kiss you now?”

“Must you always be so polite?” 

“Always darling, always,” he said before pressing his lips to mine. 

“If I look down there and I see two people snogging I will be absolutely livid,” Anakin’s voice suddenly crackled on Obi-Wan’s commlink, bitterness tinging it, “Master, you’re supposed to be hunting General Grievous are you not?

Obi-Wan rolled off me with a dramatic sigh. I looked over at him, giggling.

“You have lipstick on your face.”

“Since when do you wear lipstick?” he said, wiping at his face.

“Since I was requested to attend a ‘gala’ as ‘security’ tonight on Coruscant’s party moon” I said, my tone laced with sarcasm.

“Well fortunately,” Obi-Wan said as he helped me up, “it looks like you don’t have any grass stains on you.”

“How fortunate,” I grinned, kissing him again. 

“And for me too because I can’t be showing up to get rid of our favorite cyborg general with grass stains on my outfit.”

“Somehow I think grass stains are the least of your problems.”

“Do you know this ravine has incredible acoustics?” Anakin’s voice came on my comm this time, “get your asses up here.”

“I think he’s annoyed with us.”

“Potentially.” 

Laughing over each other, we hiked up and out of the ravine to where Anakin was waiting with his arms crossed. 

“You two are like younglings in the temple who’ve just discovered the best makeout spot.”

Obi-Wan turned a dark shade of scarlet but said nothing. I doubted any other former Padawan had ever said something so snarky to their former Master and lived to tell the tale.

“And you would know that, how Anakin?” I teased.

As I had intended, Anakin also turned a bright shade of red. 

“Now that we’ve all had our verbal accoustings out of the way, we really do have to be on our way,” I said cheerily and walked off to where our speeder was waiting. 

Anakin and Obi-Wan looked at each other like they were siblings who’d just been told off for arguing in public. 

“Get in!” I motioned as the speeder roared to life.

The wind whipped past us, causing my braids to fly up around me and bat Anakin in the face. Obi-Wan laughed, the sound lost behind us almost before I had a chance to savor it. Anakin was trying to complain that I should be required to tie my braids back when piloting a speeder but I just flipped the speeder’s receiver to blast music from one of Coruscant’s lower levels, tuning into a frequency that spit out a cacophony of sounds. I mimed that I couldn’t hear him and he frowned, but soon his face broke into a grin at the ridiculousness of the music. 

As we neared to the hanger where Obi-Wan would board the Negotiator, Ahsoka’s silhouette became visible, her arms crossed over her chest. 

“What took you all so long to get here from the Council chambers?” Ahsoka yelled over the sound of the music.

“Not my fault I was put in charge of these two love-birds,” Anakin said under his breath so only Obi-Wan and I could hear.

I elbowed Anakin in the ribs and Obi-Wan frowned deeply. He hated when Anakin said anything about us aloud, even if discreetly. 

“Come on,” Ahsoka said, grabbing my elbow and dragging me from the speeder, “You need to get going to Hesperidium.”

“I’ve got plenty of time if I’ve got this,” I patted the yellow speeder fondly.

“Nope. Speeder’s mine. I’m Anakin’s ride. Plus you have grass stains on your robes - you have to change.

“Damnit,” I cursed, as the color rose in my cheeks. 

We were standing slightly apart from Anakin and Obi-Wan, but from Obi-Wan’s tone I knew to give them a moment. Even after all these years he was still Anakin’s Master. 

“-Be patient, Anakin. It will not be long before the Council makes you a Jedi Master.”

Anakin nodded as he turned to go, pausing once more, “Obi-Wan, may the Force be with you.”

“Good-bye, old friend. May the Force be with you,” Obi-Wan said as he watched Anakin go.

A chill went through me, the air suddenly taught with finality. Nobody else seemed to notice it, something in the Force shifting uncomfortably. Even as I watched Anakin walk away I couldn’t shake the feeling.

“Anakin, wait!” I called. 

He turned back, nothing in his behavior out of place, just the ever chaotic energy rolling off him as it normally did.

“What?” he asked, as a small crease formed between his eyebrows.

I ran to throw my arms around him, tackling him in an unsuspecting hug. Cautiously he returned the gesture, his frame towering over mine. 

“What’s this about?” he said, his tone suspicious. 

From the corner of my eye I saw Obi-Wan raise his eyebrows and felt Ahsoka’s Force presence push questions at me.

“Thank you for- for everything. For being a part of my family,” I said, not knowing where the words were coming from but knowing I needed to say them.

“Okay….?” he said, forming it as a question.

“I just hope you know that. All of you,” I said turning to Ahsoka and Obi-Wan, “I cannot imagine life without you.”

“Cecil-” Ahsoka started.

“No really,” I interrupted and gave her a hug too, “I mean it when I say I wouldn’t have been able to get through this war without you.”

“It isn’t over yet,” Obi-Wan said quietly, ever the pessimist.

“But we’re closer than we’ve ever been,” Anakin said, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “and you need to go and finish it,” he said, sending a barely disguised glare at Obi-Wan.

“Bitterness won’t get you anywhere Anakin. The Council wants you here for a reason,” Obi-Wan started, the lecturing tone re-entering his voice.

Anakin huffed and crossed his arms but didn’t respond. 

“May the Force be with you,” I nodded in finality after a brief moment of silence.

Both Anakin and Ahsoka nodded, smiling widely before hopping in the speeder. When it roared to life, Ahsoka turned the music up even further much to Anakin’s annoyance. They waved before zipping off into the late afternoon light.

“What was that about?” Obi-Wan said as he turned to me, his demeanor instantly less guarded. 

“I felt something,” I whispered, “Something in the Force. It felt like an ending.”

“The ending to this war?” Obi-Wan grinned.

“No. Not in a good way. Something sinister,” I said, struggling for the right words.

“Oh,” he said, voice soft. 

“But it will all be fine,” I said cheerily, “Everything will work out.”

The look on Obi-Wan’s face told me he didn’t believe my optimism either, “Be careful out there Cecil,” he said, leaning almost imperceptibly towards me.

Now was the appropriate time to nod goodbye and walk away, but it felt so much like a tragic ending that I couldn’t make myself do it. Instead I threw my arms around him, not caring who saw. He stiffened for a moment before melting, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in the crook of my neck. 

“Everything will be fine,” he whispered, his voice muffled. 

“I hope so,” I whispered back, not wanting to let go.

Obi-Wan broke the hug first, but he didn’t let go of me. He grasped my hands in his, briefly bringing them to his lips.

“I love you Cecil Palmarin. Whatever happens these next few days, just know I love you.”

I sighed, suddenly tears pricking at my eyes. I focused on the feeling of his hands holding mine, imagining that in another life he’d have the softest hands. But in this life - the one riddled by war and chaos - I loved the way they felt around mine, calloused palms that mirrored my own. I sniffed loudly and cleared my throat in an attempt to steady my voice, “I love you too.”

He nodded curtly like he had never doubted it for a second. I kissed him on the cheek and turned away, not doubting it either.

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Ch. 9 - Order Sixty-Six

The explosion had blown the windows out of the building and sent me flying out the now gaping opening. There was a momentary eerie silence where alarms blared and glass scattered as I hung by my fingertips out of a Coruscant highrise. A comm outside the door, assumingly the one belonging to the trooper that had thrown the bomb into my room, blared the same message repeatedly in an eerily familiar voice: “Execute Order 66.” 

And then it was a blur. More Clones flooded the room, their tones making it clear they meant to kill me. Confusion swirled in my brain as my body went on autopilot, letting go of the ledge on its own accord, landing lightly on a small outcropping a story below. In a daze I maneuvered my way to the roof where I knew there’d be extra speeders. I barely remember getting there and finding that there were no speeders, but something better: a ship. I couldn’t even stop to think about how that was my battalion of Clones trying to kill me - my soldiers who had saved my life countless times were trying to kill me.

-

Nothing settled into focus again until I landed on Polis Massa and ran into Obi-Wan’s arms. The weight of the day momentarily lifted in his embrace, knowing that he was here, safe and alive because the same could not be said for many others. A sob escaped me and I crumpled, tears streaking my face. 

“You made it,” Obi-Wan whispered, his voice ragged with emotion. 

“I did,” I whispered back, still grasping him like a lifeline, “And Anakin?”

“Gone,” he choked out, “And Ahsoka’s still missing.”

“And Padmé?” I asked, sensing I already knew the answer.

Obi-Wan didn’t reply but pulled away so he could look at me, his eyes brimming with tears. My heart jolted; I’d never seen Obi-Wan cry.

His hands reached up to my face, carefully folding my now frizzy braids behind my ears. He held my face for a moment before kissing my forehead. 

“Come. We have much to do before we send the twins away,” he said, his voice strained with effort. He always did have a knack for diving into the tasks at hand when things got hard.

“Twins?” I said, my voice flying up an octave.

He almost smiled, the sparkle of light I was so used to returning to his eyes momentarily “Leia and Luke Skywalker.” 

- 

“Don’t leave me,” I whispered, suddenly feeling the weight of the impending loneliness as we stood just outside a landing bay.

Out there, I knew Bail stood waiting for Obi-Wan, waiting to hand him little Luke Skywalker to take to Tatooine,  but I couldn’t pull myself away. Despite everything we had survived in the last day, I didn’t want these moments to end. Because to end this day, to walk away from these horrors would mean goodbye. It would mean walking away from a family I could never hope to have again. I was about to lose the one person I had for so long called home even as they were already beyond my reach. 

“My darling,” Obi-Wan whispered back, his hands reaching to cup my face, eyes searching mine, “You have me. Until the last star in the galaxy dies, you have me.”

I choked down another sob, “I know.”

“Good,” he said, pressing his lips to my forehead before speaking once more, “May the Force be with you.”

-

“What do I do now?” I asked, unable to tear my gaze away from Obi-Wan’s retreating figure as Master Yoda appeared next to me. 

“Become the Rebellion you do,” Master Yoda said solemnly, “Come to pass an era of light will, but first endure this darkness we must.”

I watched Obi-Wan go, his robes catching an imperceptible wind as he walked away. When he finally reached the ship he turned and looked one more time. He nodded and I felt his presence reach out in the Force, not even caring if Master Yoda was there to witness it: “I love you,” the feeling said.  I said it back, letting every feeling I’ve had for him flow into the words.

I swore I saw another smug grin form on Master Yoda’s face and could almost feel him thinking that Anakin was not the only one to fall in love during this war. But I couldn’t be sure because I was wiping away tears as the ship took off. The last piece of my family, gone. Padmé dead. Anakin dead. Or worse, a sinister part of my brain whispered. The Jedi scattered across the galaxy. The Republic in shambles. Order completely lost. 

It would never be the same as it was. 

a/n: “You have me. Until the last star in the galaxy dies, you have me” is a quote from “Illuminae” by Amie Kaufman. I’ve never read the book but I just adore that line and how well it fits into the Star Wars Universe. 

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Ch. 10  - Ben and Cece

It had been ten years. 

I hadn’t seen his face in ten years. 

But here he was flashing on my holopad as a wanted enemy of the Empire: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

I almost sobbed when I saw it. Out of fear yes, but mostly of relief he was still alive. Not an hour later I got a message from Senator Organa with a request to join him on Alderaan.

I sat staring at the now silent holocom, the message gone after it played once. Something must be terribly wrong if Bail wanted me to leave my post. He knew what I was doing for the Rebellion and leaving the position unprotected was dangerous, reckless even. But doable.

-

A panic stricken flight to Alderon was not how I had been anticipating this day to go, but I made it. Safely docking in the private landing bay Bail had sent me to, I attempted to stretch my feelings out, feeling for something amiss. To my surprise I felt nothing. So much nothing it was almost alarming. I hadn’t felt that sort of peace in years, nearly a decade-

And that’s when I saw him. 

He was standing with his back to me, the sunset beaming beyond him. The slowly fading rays of sunshine illuminated his hair making it appear red, his robes almost reminiscent of a time long before. He turned to face me at the exact moment my gaze landed on him and our eyes locked.

And then I was running across the landing pad, the last ten years disappearing because Obi-Wan Kenobi was right here. Right now. 

I all but leapt into his arms, my cry of joy only muffled by the sound of his laughter. He picked me up and spun me around, warmth flooding the Force around me. I had forgotten what it was like to feel so loved.

“You’re here! How are you here?” I gasped when he set me down, holding me at arm’s length. 

“I’m just a little bit more tricky to catch than the Empire thought,” he laughed, his eyes crinkling.

“But Bail was so worried. He thought that you were gone and that Leia-” I began, anxiously reaching up to smooth his hair out of his face, my hands coming to rest on his chest.

“And he was very nearly right. But she’s safe. She’s here.”

“She is?” I said, unable to keep my voice steady because I hadn’t thought this day could get better. Frankly I had expected this day to be terrible.

“Would you like to meet her?” he grinned, humor filling his voice, “She’s grown up to be so much like them.” 

My heart twisted at the way he said ‘them,’ knowing he was not speaking of the Organas. He was talking about Padmé’s knack for leadership, her fierceness.  He was talking about Anakin’s pride, his loyalty. Even with the joy rolling from Obi-Wan’s presence in the Force I could feel the twinge of sadness beneath. 

Before I could answer I was interrupted by a little girl running across the platform - a little girl who could be no one but Leia. 

“Ben! Ben! You forgot this!” she cried running up to us with a satchel in hand. 

I stepped away from Obi-Wan, suddenly feeling self-conscious of our proximity. But there was no reason to be. The Jedi Order was no more and to Leia, I was just a stranger.

“Oh thank you,” he smiled, accepting the package, “I would be desolate without my dinner on my way home.”

Leia giggled, “I think you’d probably be just fine. But I wanted to make sure you got some dinner since you won’t stay and eat with us. 

Obi-Wan looked down at her sadly, his eyes flickering to me, “I can’t Leia. It’s dangerous for me to stay here too long.”

“I understand,” she said, nodding matter-a-factly. Then she turned her gaze on me, “And who are you? Are you a Jedi too?”

“Why would you say that?” I asked, unable to keep the smile off my face.

“You remind me of Ben. I don’t know how but you do. Just something in the air,” she said like it was obvious.

I exchanged a look with Obi-Wan. He grinned.

“You’re very perceptive aren’t you?” I laughed.

“And you still haven’t answered my question,” she stated.

“I’m Cece,” I said, extending my hand in greeting, the nickname uncomfortable in my mouth after all these years, even more so saying it in front of Obi-Wan. But Cece and Ben sounded just as good as Cecil and Obi-Wan.

“Leia,” she said, shaking my hand, “so you are a Jedi.”

“I was,” I said carefully, “But not anymore.”

“I don’t think you stop being one. Just like Ben, you just have to believe.”

“I suppose so.”

Leia nodded like she had solved the matter entirely, “Goodbye Ben. Nice to meet you Cece. ” 

She skipped away, two long braids flopping on her shoulders. Half-way across the platform she stopped and turned back to us, “And don’t forget to kiss each other goodbye. I think you should. I mean- I think you were about to.” 

She said it with so much amused confidence that I couldn’t help but see Anakin as he’d been the last time I’d seen him - on that day he’d scolded us for making out in the ravine we’d ‘accidentally’ fallen into. Regardless, my face burned and Obi-Wan’s turned an equal shade of scarlett as we watched her disappear.

“Well-” I started.

But Obi-Wan cut me off, hands suddenly landing on my waist and pulling me to him, “And for the thousandth time today… she’s right.” 

My gaze met his, the proximity sending my heart beating wildly in a way I scarcely remembered could happen. Not that being a part of the Rebellion had left much time for becoming emotionally close with anyone, but I was so content in existing on my own I had forgotten what it was like to exist beneath the gaze of someone who knew me so well and still loved everything about me. 

-

We sat cross-legged on the floor of Obi-Wan’s little ship that he’d take back to Tatooine while eating the meal Leia had brought us. By some twist of fate that I was sure wasn’t luck,  she’d packed enough for two. 

 A decade worth of stories flowed between us: mine of stoking the fire that was the Rebellion and Obi-Wan’s of watching little Luke grow up. The banter that had always existed between us was as strong as ever, almost seeming like no time had passed. 

As the stars came out to twinkle in the Alderaan sky I knew our time was coming to an end. Our meal had long since been finished and we’d spilled all the secrets to each other that would have seen the Rebellion fall to pieces right then and there had the wrong ears heard us. I leaned against Obi-Wan, my head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you remember that night on Naboo? When we were sitting just like this on that balcony overlooking the lake?” Obi-Wan asked, interrupting the comfortable silence in which we’d been basking.

“Of course,” I said, the memory one of the happiest from the war, “how could I forget?”

“I feel like that right now. Like I don’t want us to ever have to get off this floor and go do whatever it is we have to do.”

“And back then, the stakes were somehow lower,” I laughed without humor.

“They were,” he said, his voice tinged with remorse, “but there was a future too. A hope that we could win and that everything would be alright. And that we’d get to experience it together.”

I shifted so I could face him, studying the way his eyes were fixed on some point in the far off past, “there is hope. There is always hope.”

“Is there? How will we ever overcome what the Empire has become?”

I took his hand in mine, gently tracing the lines on his palms, “When did you become such a pessimist? A cynic?”

“I’ve always been a cynic,” he chuckled, “but it seems an impossible task.”

“Maybe,” I said, dropping his hand and leaning to press my forehead to his. He closed his eyes as I did so. “But something is brewing. It might take another ten years, but something is coming,” I whispered.

“And you do tend to be right about these things,” he said, his eyes opening to meet mine.

“Yeah,” I grinned as he leaned closer and I could feel his smile against my lips, so familiar it seemed impossible we had been apart for ten years, “But hopefully this time for the better rather than worse.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. He closed the miniscule distance between us, lips on mine careful, tentative even. But that didn’t last long. The kiss was filled with a desperate sense of goodbye, a farewell that he couldn’t bear to say out loud. Eventually he pulled away, both of us breathless.

“Goodbye Obi-Wan,” I said softly, knowing that if I didn’t say it now I might not ever get the chance.

“I hope not,” he said, smiling lightly. 

“Me too. But if it is, I want to make sure I got the chance to say it.”

-

Another goodbye after the thousands we’d already said and I was standing alone in the landing bay watching his ship disappear into the horizon. It was the millionth time I watched him go, not knowing if I would ever see him again.

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Ch. 11 - Goodbye?

I was on a ship to Yavin 4 when I received the message, something coded and from an unknown signal. I knew who it was without opening it. 

I was alone, finally having left my undercover post and heading to the base of operations where things were changing - where the Rebellion wanted me to become General Palmarin again. 

It felt like fate: on my way to the Rebel base of operations after so many years of working in the shadows, driving the Resistance forward - only to hear Obi-Wan's voice again. It was the timbre I remembered and adored, the man whose soft spoken tone had the ability to command armies and sway empires. But as was all too common, it was filled with deep sadness.

 My heart swelled when his face came into view, older and showing the time he had spent on a desert planet with twin suns. But it was still Obi-Wan, his smile lines prominent, the ever-present twinkle to his gaze still there, regardless of his grim tone.

“I’ve just killed Maul,” he said, the hologram flickering faintly, “He found me on Tatooine. I don’t know how, but he did. So I’m going dark.”

He chuckled, interrupting himself, “that was dramatic, I sound like-”

He stopped himself and I felt tears forming. I could see him visibly choke up, unable to say his name even after all this time, “This might be the last time you hear from me. At least until- until the time is right.”

Obi-Wan smiled suddenly, “The kid, he’s strong in the Force you know. Really strong. He could change the course of history again. As could his sister. As you know.”

I smiled this time, tears falling rapidly knowing that I would only get to hear the message once, that it would self-destruct the file the moment it concluded.

“So I hope this isn’t goodbye, but it might be. And I’m sorry if it is. I love you Cecil. Don’t forget it,” he paused and it felt like he was staring right at me, like he was right there in front of me, “may the Force be with you, my darling.”

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Ch. 12 - Goodbye.

Content warning: grief

A day ago thousands of souls reached out and then were silent. And I did not know what it was. 

Hours later we found it to be the destruction of Alderaan. 

An hour ago one soul reached out, one so familiar it was like the other half of me. And then it was silent. And I knew what happened.

Obi-Wan was gone.

I had been asleep, fitfully so because I felt a deep tension in the Force, something shifting in the balance. Yavin 4 was peaceful, serene even, and I had been getting excellent sleep here over the past two years so it was unusual.

But the fluttering of tension in the Force woke me. Something wasn’t right, like the Force was screaming at me to do something, anything, but I did not know what I was supposed to do. 

Because it knew, it knew what was coming.

I’d taken a walk through the compound, the hanger doors wide open to let in the cool summer night. It was quiet, I’d even checked over the compound for anything out of place. A far off watchman saluted me and I nodded back, not willing to break the silence. The clouds shifted, revealing a rarely seen glow from another moon. 

In that moment I felt it, the presence I had not felt in years, as if he was right there with me - as if Obi-Wan were about to reach out and touch me on the shoulder. 

But then he was gone. Really and truly gone. I hadn’t ever before realized that I had always faintly felt him. But suddenly he was not there, like a breath ripped from my lungs.

I fell to my knees, a sob escaping me, my body crumpling. There was no doubt in my mind, in fact I’d never been more certain of anything: Obi-Wan Kenobi was gone.

I faintly made out the watchman’s footsteps nearing me, her footfalls hurried, but I shut them out. Even when the woman reached down to touch me I couldn’t help it, the Force exploded from me, sending her flying, her body seeming to soar through the air in slow motion. Almost without my permission the Force caught her, cushioning her fall. 

This all happened in silence, even the crash of the woman hitting the ground seemed muffled to me. Because my entire life was playing before me, everything I had ever done included him. There was not a moment he was not there, at least in thought, with the knowledge that I could return to him as a safe place, a home. He was a stationary point in a constantly moving universe, something solid to hold on too when the world seemed to spin too fast. 

But he was gone. I knew it more certainly than if I had watched him die, more certainly than if I had held him in my arms while he breathed his last breath.

And the Universe grieved with me. She even shed tears - I could hear them falling outside - mourning the other half of my soul. 

-

 I think I stayed there for hours, far into the early hours of the morning until someone came to get me, to tell me that they had to land a ship in the landing bay and I was in the way. I met the gaze of Jan Dodonna, his eyes soft, waiting .

“He’s gone,” I whispered, voice breaking and heart shattering, “Obi-Wan is gone.” “I’m sorry,” General Dodonna said, “I’m sorry you didn’t get to say goodbye.”

I nodded, my tears falling anew. I let him almost pick me up, barely cognisant of my feet moving. In the nearly two years I had been on Yavin 4 he knew me best, frankly he was one of the very few people I knew from before the Republic fell. 

General Dodonna ushered me out of the landing bay, gently depositing me in an unused meeting room. I flopped into a chair, my limbs numb, my heart empty. He knelt down in front of me looking worried but his eyes sparkled with a glimmer of hope I barely recognized.

“Take your time,” he started, “But I think you’ll want to meet the kids about to get off this ship.”

“Kids?” I asked, my voice cracking.

“Leia Organa,” he smiled, “And a boy she said came from Tatooine.”

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Ch. 13 - Hope

The ship docks and Leia runs down the gangplank first, a man and two droids following. I let out a sob at the sight of them, the familiar tottling of the gold plated one, the sassy chatter of the second following closely behind. 

And someone else. Someone who feels immediately like Anakin but with the softness of Padmé. But not Leia, it’s not just Leia I’m feeling. 

It’s Luke.

Leia’s twin strides down after her, his gait confident as his mother’s, chin held high enough that I can see his father’s arrogance. The twins, together at last and they don’t even know it. 

A smile breaks across my face through the tears and I laugh because the next era of Skywalkers changing the course of history has just stepped foot in the base of Rebel operations.

The droids reach me before the scruffy looking pilot and Leia do. 

“Artoo!” I exclaim, kneeling down in front of him, where have you been?”

He beeps affectionately in response, but adds a snarky comment that makes me feel more loved than his initial welcoming greeting.

“Oh, do you know R2?” C-3PO asks, coming to stand beside us.

“3PO of course I do!”

I seem to stun the droid into silence for half a second by the fact I knew his name and called him by a shortened version of it, “And next you’ll be telling me I know you too I suppose?”

“In another life, yes,” I smiled, “we all knew each other very well.”

“Stupid mindwipes,” he mutters, seeming to shake his head before tottling off. 

I hug Leia briefly before she turns to business with General Dodonna. My heart contracts at the thought of how many times Padme had done the same. 

 I nod to Luke in greeting, extending my hand, “I’m Cece,” I say, the name sounding foreign in my mouth even after so many years of going by the nickname. And it hurts to not introduce myself to Anakin’s son as myself.

“Nice to meet you General,” Luke nods respectfully.

I frown, “How did you-”

“You have the aura of someone in charge,” he grins. 

I smile, unsure of what else to say. But I can’t say nothing because I want to know, to be sure, “he was with you wasn’t he?”

“Who?” Luke asks, his eyebrows knitting in a way that was so deeply reminiscent of Anakin I almost start to cry again.

“Obi-Wan- Or Ben. He probably asked you to call him that.”

Luke’s face lights up and falls at the same time, “You knew him?”

“Of course I knew him,” I said smiling.

“He’s, ah, he’s gone you know-” he said, his voice quieting.

“I know.” 

“On that battle station, Darth Vader killed him.”

It shocks me, even though I already knew it to be true, that the remnant of Anakin would strike him down. I see the sadness in Luke’s eyes and know I can’t let him see mine because it will give too much away. Too much that he shouldn’t know yet. 

But he sees it anyway, or rather, I think he feels it. I feel his Force signature shift in a way that shakes me because it is so full of feeling, of passion, just as Anakin was. And even if he doesn’t know what it means yet, he feels me feel it. He feels the slight shift in my presence and the deep sadness that I cannot hold in. At the same moment, I feel Leia’s eyes on me too and have to keep myself from sobbing because the Skywalkers can’t help but have a powerful presence in the Force. It is who they are. 

This all happens in a flash that no one else seems to notice. Luke nods like he understands something new and Leia averts her eyes like she knows I don’t want to share my grief yet.

“Ben mentioned you. Cecil, right?”  Luke asks, a fresh respect and near awe in his eyes, “General Palmarin. Master Palmarin.” 

I smile, unable to hide it this time, “And what cautionary tales did he tell of me?”

Luke smiles in return and responds in a tone older than his years “Only that he missed you. And that you were,”  he corrected himself, “that you are the best Jedi of the age.”

I grin, the compliment warming me just as much as if Obi-Wan was here to say it. My heart swells as I watch Luke go, wishing with all my heart that I could stay, that I could train him. 

But that is not my job. My job is done. The rebellion has wings. It has hope. This is the beginning of the end. 

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Another Love - Tom Odell

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One More Weekend - Maude Latour

Supercut - Lorde

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All These Things I’ve Done - The Killers

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If Only - Part One

Trope: Whump/Comfort (A and B help each other after they are both injured) + Bonus Trope: PINING

((Part Two))

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x GN!Reader

Plot: After a mission turns out to be a set up, Obi-Wan and Y/n flee to safety. Injured, they help each other dress their wounds, trying to ignore the growing feelings and the tension that arises between them.

Warnings: Mentions of fighting/violence, blood, injuries. Angst. No smut, but there are lingering touches and insinuations of "feelings" - basically the closest I get to writing smut anymore.

Words: 3.1k

A/N: This takes place during the Clone Wars. This is also my first time writing for Obi-Wan, sooo, I hope I did him justice.

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You stared ahead of you, as the distant stars flashed past. You were close to your destination, and the feeling in your gut remained. Glancing over at Obi-Wan as he checked the scanners again, you swallowed, wondering if you should say something. He hadn't mentioned feeling off about this mission, so you assumed maybe you were over-reacting.

"Is there something you wish to say?" His smooth voice broke the silence as he looked over at you.

You felt your cheeks grow hot as he caught you staring. You cleared your throat. "I just-" You hesitated and he frowned a bit, waiting for you to speak. "I have a bad feeling about this."

Obi-Wan watched you for a moment, his face emotionless. Nodding his head he looked down at the screens, noting you would be arriving at your destination in less that three minutes.

"Yes. Me too." He finally said, his voice low.

You felt your heart skip a beat. "Really?"

He looked over at you, and a soft smile graced is face. "You really must stop ignoring your gut feelings Y/n, you'd be surprised how many times you'll be right."

You nodded your head as you looked down at your hands. "Yes, I know. It's just- I don't want to be right." Looking back up, you stared out the window again.

Obi-Wan continued to watch you, agreeing with your thought. He had a bad feeling about this mission too. He could only hope he was wrong, but knowing that you felt it too, he was less confident.

Tearing his eyes away from you, he watched as the ship came out of hyper-speed, in the distance, the small forest planet. He took a deep breath as he began to pilot the ship down to the planet. He went over the plan in his head again.

Arrive at the meeting point. Meet up with the apparent rebels who have information on a planned attack from the Empire. Return to base, and work on a plan. Should be simple, if only for that underlying feeling that this was a trap.

As you and Obi-Wan walked off the ship, you looked around you. The trees towered over you, up above the leaves, you could hear small creatures jumping from branch to branch. Looking into the dense forest ahead of you, you felt as though you were being watched.

Obi-Wan walked up beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. If this was any other situation, you'd be focusing on that. But as you met his eyes, he nodded every-so-slightly. "I feel it too." You both looked out at the forest again. "The meeting point is not far from here. Let's go, but be cautious."

Your hand sat on the hilt of your saber as you followed Obi-Wan into the trees. Your eyes scanned the area constantly, the growing feeling of danger washing over the two of you.

Every once and a while, Obi-Wan would look back at you, making sure you were still close behind him. He wasn't sure about you being with him on this mission. But you insisted on him not going alone, so he allowed you to come. Though you were still in training, you were talented, powerful, and he trusted you more than most, plus he enjoyed your company. But that lead to feelings he should not have, feelings he had to push down deep beneath the surface.

As the sound of a breaking branch was heard to your right, both of you froze. Obi-Wan took a step backwards, towards you, reaching out his arm, signaling you to step away. Walking behind him, he glanced back at you, and you locked eyes. Simultaneously you both took out your sabers, ready for anything.

Hearing another branch break, closer than before, you both waited for whatever it was to appear. Another branch, then another. As something passed through the trees, you felt a relieved and amused breath leave you. The large equine-like animal glanced at the two of you before casually continuing on it's way past.

Obi-Wan looked back at you, noting the smile on your face. He felt his lips quirk in amusement as well. "Okay, let's keep going."

You were about to follow, when suddenly you felt something in the back of your mind telling you to run. "Wait." You muttered out, causing Obi-Wan to look back at you. He saw your face glossed over with something akin to confusion and fear.

And then he felt it. Turning, he looked into the trees. Using his connection to the force, he reached out. There was something close, something big, something dangerous.

He let out a breath. "It's a trap."

Suddenly, a blast came through the trees, striking the tree right beside you, sending you diving to the ground for cover. As another blast came, you and Obi-Wan ran out of the range of fire, diving behind some trees.

Obi-Wan looked your over, making sure you weren't injured. Then, looking into the dense brush, he could see movement in the distance. "They're coming." He whispered, and you nodded. He looked back at you, "Ready?"

You nodded once, before you both began to move silently through the trees. Just because you were being ambushed, did not mean you could not turn the tables.

Jumping down from your cover, the two of you attacked the group of droids that had fired at you. You sliced through them quickly, before turning to one another.

"That was too easy." Obi-Wan said, voicing your shared thoughts.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, a blast came from the trees behind, striking you in the arm. Letting out a yelp of pain, you turned, ducking down, as another blast shot past. Quickly, Obi-Wan reached down, grabbing one of the androids blasters before firing into the trees. Hearing a metallic cry, and seeing sparks within the trees, you new he had gotten the droid.

You could hear more approaching steps, as what sounded like an army of droids began to push through the dense brush. Obi-Wan reached out, grabbing you and pulling you towards the trees.

As you rushed through the brush ducking as more blaster fire followed, you saw your ship in the distance. But you both knew before you saw, that your ship was surrounded as well.

Running out of the trees, you spun, and with a swing of your arm, you threw out your saber. You watched as it cut through three droids, before you reached out your hand, forcing it back to you. From beside you, Obi-Wan blocked the oncoming blaster fire before taking out the last two droids.

As you made a run for the ship, the droids gained on you from behind. Feeling a sharp pain graze your thigh, you let out a yelp as your leg dropped out from underneath you.

Obi-Wan looked back, seeing you gripping your thigh as you rose to keep walking. Past you, a droid was aiming at you again. Without thinking, he ran towards you, grabbing your arm, he pushed you down, just as another blast rang out.

Obi-Wan winced as the blast grazed his shoulder, burning through his cloak. Pulling you into the ship, you turning, firing at the droids as the ship doors closed. Blasting could be heard striking the ship before Obi-Wan began to take off.

Sliding down the wall, you sat on the floor, waiting until Obi-Wan told you you were in the clear. You winced as you placed your hand on your thigh. The wound was not deep, but it burned just as the one on your arm did.

A few moments passed before Obi-Wan rushed in, his eyes immediately found you sitting on the floor. "Are we clear?" You asked, and he nodded.

"Yes. They failed to track us as well. " Crouching down in front of you, his eyes trailed from your arm to your thigh. Neither wound was deadly, but both were surely painful. "Let's deal with those shall we?" He said softly as he rose, searching for the on-board med-kit.

When he came back, crouching down in front of you, you noted the wound on his shoulder. Suddenly feeling his hand on your arm, you looked at his face, watching as he furrowed his brow, pulling on your sleeve lightly, the fabric was too tight. His eyes shot up, locking onto yours. "You need to take your arm out."

Noting the way your heart leapt in your chest and your cheeks burned, you yanked at your collar, pulling your arm up through your sleeve with a wince. Your now bare arm was out, and you lied it down at your side.

As Obi-Wan's hand's gently grabbed your arm as he cleaned the wound, before lightly spraying it with bacta spray. Your face and neck continued to burn hot as you noted every time his fingers touched your bare skin. You pushed the feeling down beneath the surface, not wanting Obi-Wan to pick up on them.

Focusing so much on your own improper thoughts, you did not pick up on Obi-Wan's. As his hands worked at your arm, wrapping it with a bandage, his eyes unconscious lead up your arm, trailing over your bare shoulder, and then your neck, dropping down to your partially bare chest.

Catching himself, he brought his eyes back to your arm, chastising himself as he tried to shake the inappropriate thoughts away. He felt his body jolt slightly when your arm touched his shoulder. Looking up, he saw you inspecting his shoulder as you pulled lightly at his cloak.

"It's not bad." He muttered, as you continued to look.

"No, it's not" You agreed as you reached down, and grabbed the bacta spray. Leaning forward, you pulled at the fabric, and met his eyes briefly with a light smile. "Your turn."

Obi-Wan's heart palpated lightly as he pulled off his cloak, before yanking down his sleeve. Wiping the wound gently, you sprayed the bacta spray on the wound. As you prepared a bandage, you silently noted the way his eyes seemed to study your profile.

After you placed the bandage, you gently patted it down, your fingers grazed his bare shoulder, and you thought you felt him shiver under your touch. You felt your heart jolt at the thought as you leaned back against the wall, watching him pull up his sleeve.

His eyes trailed down your leg as he adjusted his position. You watched as he gently grabbed your leg, his hands almost fully wrapped around your thigh.

As he gently pulled back some of the fabric of your pants, you spoke in an amused tone, though your heart was pounding. "You're not gonna make me take my pants off are you?"

You saw Obi-Wan's lips curl up into a smile as he continued to look at the wound. "That wont be necessary. The fabric is torn away already" He said softly as his eyes briefly met yours, his eyes almost playful. "Unless you'd prefer too."

You let out a soft laugh. "Careful Obi-Wan, wouldn't want to misinterpret your intentions."

His smile widened as he began to spray the wound on your leg. He felt his chest tighten as you said his name. You were one of the few who called him by his name. Never 'Master', or even 'General', just always his name. He didn't know why it always sounded so different when you said it. Or why he liked it so much.

"What are we going to do when we get back?" You asked, finally breaking the silence.

Obi-Wan let out a breath as he looked up at you. "We will report the ambush, and then find out who sent us this tip in the first place, without checking it out thoroughly. We have many ways to avoid being tricked like this, it shouldn't have happened."

"You think there is a spy at the base?"

"I'm afraid it might be possible."

You nodded pensively, thinking of the possibilities. Looking back at Obi-Wan, he stared into space, surely lost in thought. Realizing his hands were still wrapped around your thigh, you felt your stomach twist. Clearing your throat, Obi-Wan looked at you, before following your gaze down.

Seeing he was still holding onto your leg, he quickly let go. "I apologize."

You smiled at him as you both began to stand up. Your back was against the wall, as you avoided putting weight on your leg. Obi-Wan, who was standing right in front of you, felt an unusual sense of tension take over as he peered down at you. His eyes caught on a small cut on your chin he had failed to notice before. Without thinking he felt his hand rise up, as he gently hooked his fingers under your chin.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he did this. You were unsure of what he was doing, until his thumb very gently grazed across your chin. You felt a slight prickling pain, signaling to you that you must have a cut.

Watching as his eyes slowly trailed from your chin, to your lips, you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest. The tension between you was growing, you were sure neither of you could ignore it. His eyes then trailed from your lips to your eyes, where his gaze held steady.

There was a moment, just beneath the surface where you both felt the overwhelming need to close the distance between you. But as quick as it came, so did the memories of the Jedi code, repeated time and time again until they were drilled into you.

The tension faltered as you both felt you regain control over yourselves. Taking his hand from your face, he cleared his throat softly before he stepped away. "Do you need help?" He asked he looked down at your leg.

You shook your head and smiled softly. "I'm alright, thank you."

Nodding once more, he forced himself to turn away, before he made his way to the cockpit. His heart beat heavily as his chest was tight with various emotion. Guilt, anxiety, desire.

You let out a slow breath when he disappeared. Leaning your head against the wall, you closed your eyes. Chastising yourself for your thoughts you reminded yourself once again who and what you were. You never really agreed with parts of the Jedi code, but you chose to follow them as best you could. You could not give in, no matter how hard it would be.

Some time passed before you felt enough courage to return to the cockpit. When you did, Obi-Wan looked back at you, his eyes looking over your leg as you leaned against the entryway.

You looked out the window for a moment. "How close are we?" You asked.

Obi-Wan looked back at the console, "Not far at all. We're almost there."

You leaned your head against the wall, feeling fatigue beginning to wash over you, just as the cold was. You wrapped your arms around yourself, as you felt a chill erupt over you.

Obi-Wan, glancing back at you, noticed this, and stood up. You watched him closely as he removed his cloak and approached you.

"Here, take this." He said as he offered the cloak to you.

"Oh. Are you sure?" You asked softly.

He nodded once with a smile as he held it out, signaling for you to step forward. Doing so, he stepped closer and swung the cloak around your shoulders before he hooked it around you. Adjusting it, you met his eyes and smiled softly. "Thanks."

Obi-Wan nodded his head very lightly as he found himself unable to step away from you. You were close again, fewer than a foot away. The tension was returning and he knew he would have to force it away again, just as he was sure he would have to do time and time again in the future.

Your eyes locked with his, as you felt your gut twist. Opening his mouth to speak, he quickly close it again before he peered down at the ground and let out a breath. Looking back up at you, you remained silent but questioned him with your gaze.

You felt your whole body freeze as he lifted his hands up, gently grabbing each side of our face. His eyes were locked with yours until he leaned up, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes closed as he did so.

His lips lingered for a moment before he slowly lowered his face, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You could feel the hair on his face prickling your cheek as he rested his face against yours.

You both stayed silent, acknowledging the tension and emotion flowing around you, as you both resisting the urge to defy your oaths. Slowly, he began to move, his nose gliding slowly over your skin, before he stopped, and placed a third kiss, right at the edge of your lips. You took a quick breath in through your nose as you fought the overwhelming tension.

Another movement, this time, his lips were hovering over yours, one slight movement and they would brush. You wouldn't move, you couldn't. So you waited. Waited for his decision, his next move.

Softly, he spoke, his words making his lips ever-so-slightly brush yours. "If only things were different."

You felt your chest tighten, understanding his resolve, and knowing it mirrored your own. "But they're not." You whispered back, feeling your heart ache.

Pressing his forehead against yours, you both let out slow breaths, his lips still close to yours. "But they're not." He repeated, the resolve and regret evident in his voice.

As he pulled away, you let out a soft breath, as his presence faded. Opening your eyes, you saw him sitting back down in the pilots seat, facing away from you. You could see his profile, as he began to regain his composure. Your chest remained tight, as you swallowed, leaning your head against the wall again.

'They're not. Things are not different, and they might never be. So push these feelings away while you can. Or else you will only continue to hurt more and more.'

That's what you told yourselves, silently, resolutely every time your eyes met, every time your shoulders or hands brushed as you walked side by side. Things were not different. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

If only it were as easy to make the feelings go away as it was for them to form.

If only it got easier to ignore.

If only the rules were different.

If only.

xx End xx

Chapter Two

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Darkness on Umbara Epilogue (Rex x Reader)

Chapter 13.

Epilogue

cw: Rex x Reader, Reader is a medic, incorrect military procedure, crying, trauma, mentions of killing characters, Spoilers for the Umbara Arc, Pong Krell is an asshole, Anakin Skywalker's rage, reader insert, Grief, betrayal, REX CRYING, reader is gender neutral, no use of (Y/N), if i miss a tag L

In the end, Umbara belonged to the Republic.

General Kenobi's battalion routed the last holdouts of Umbarans. Which allowed the remaining 501st to also secure several sectors.

A pyrrhic victory. One filled with death, betrayal and agony. 

Gunships had arrived to pick up the 212th who joined you in the hunt for Krell. You watched Dogma get on one of those ships, intending to leave the 501st and become a Coruscant guard. 

It suits him, you think.

You were standing next to Rex, watching a 501st ARF trooper help one of the injured 212th stand. Jesse, Tup and Fives were also with you.

“What's the point in all of this?” The clone captain shook his head, “I mean…why?” 

“I don’t know, Sir.” Fives responded, looking down, “I don’t think anybody knows. But, I do know that someday this war is going to end.” He turned his head up to try and meet the captain's eye.

“Then what?” Rex turned to face him, “We’re soldiers. What happens to us then?”

I don’t know. But I’ll be with you when you reach that point. 

Silently, you grabbed Rex’s hand. You hadn’t been able to look at him since killing Krell. You hadn't entirely come to terms with the fact that you ended the General's life.

Another gunship landed and the doors opened. General Skywalker stepped off, looking around furiously. Once he saw Rex, he rushed towards your group, “Captain Rex! Obi-wan sent a transmission that something happened. Krell ordered you to fire on another battalion!?”

You weren’t force sensitive, but the air around Anakin was buzzing with worry and panic. He cared deeply for his men. 

“General,” Rex saluted in greeting, “There’s…a lot you need to know.” He motioned for Anakin to follow to the airbase center.

The Jedi knew something was wrong, judging by his stare. Rex was too tense. too stiff.

You went with him to the tower to answer questions about Krell. It was only right, as you were the one who killed the Jedi. It made sense a Jedi would pass judgment. 

Your lover had only gotten about halfway through his report when you all made it to the top. When Rex explained Krell’s attempted execution of Jesse and Fives, you noticed a growing crack in one of the windows. 

As you and the captain retold events, that crack grew until there was a web of instability through the glass. When the report reached the point of firing on the 212th, the window shattered, sending glass to the ground below.

Anakin’s anger was so thick you could taste it.

His blue eyes were bright with rage and sadness, “You…I should…” He paced, “I should have been here! I should have stopped him!” 

“General…” Your words were quiet. quieter than intended, “No one saw this coming…”

“The council should have!” Anakin shouted, “The council should have known! I should have known! Instead we were so focused on victory…” He stepped back, eyes wide, “How many…How many did he kill with his fucking plans?”

In the light, you swear you could make out unshed tears. 

You cleared your throat deciding to be honest with him, “A little over a third of the 501st is dead.”

“That can’t be!”

 “Kix and I have confirmed the number three times, General.” Your voice was steady, surprisingly since you were so close to breaking down, “A little over one third.” 

Because you failed to save them.

Anakin stumbled back, raising a hand to his face, “Krell…”

“Is dead, General.” Rex answered him, stepping forward, “He was executed after being arrested. His body is in the brig.”

“By who?” 

“Me, General.” You responded, taking the Jedi off guard, “If you see it fit that I’m punished for killing a Jedi-”

“No.” General Skywalker straightened, “No. No one is going to be punished for what happened here,” His voice was trembling. The glass of another window crackled. This time, it was undeniable, there were tears in his eyes.

He cares so much for his men…

The breath the General took was shaky at best, “Rex…I…I want the men to rest. Properly. Once we’re back on Coruscant, the 501st is going on leave, so everyone can recover,” He cleared his throat, trying to get his emotions under control, “I will need to speak with the council, but I swear, I will never leave you all in the hands of a madman ever again.”

Anakin put both his hands on Rex’s shoulders, taking the clone off guard. 

“I promise Rex. This will never happen again. Not while I’m alive.”

Your lover nodded, “I know General. The men appreciate your leadership. No one faults you for what happened.” 

“I still should have been here.” He responded, “Both of you, get some rest. I need to send a message to Obi-wan.”

Wordlessly, the both of you stepped out of the room to the lift. However, before you lowered to the ground, you heard Anakin through the heavy metal doors. 

“How could the council let this happen, Obi-wan!?”

Your lover was staring ahead, brown eyes haunted as the lift lowered to the ground floor. You notice that something in him shifted. As if a switch was just turned off. 

Umbara changed him. It changed you. Most likely changed the 501st too. 

Once outside, Fives and Jesse were waiting, “How’d the General take it?” The ARC trooper asked. 

“Did you see the second broken window?” You snarked bitterly. 

There was no response from your lover. No comment to tell you to hush. You looked over to him, worry washing over you.

Rex looked…empty all of a sudden. His steps seemed unsteady. His expression was blank.

Anakin’s arrival has brought a sense of safety. Everyone knew that the General would fight and defend the clones in his legion. Even die for them, if the situation called for it. With Skywalker here, the 501st captain didn’t need to fight so much. Everyone could finally breathe. Rex included.

Adrenaline crash. He needs rest.

“The General has commanded everyone to rest and recover from…everything that's happened.” You informed the two troopers in front of you, “He’ll speak with the Council, figure out what to do…When we’re able, we’ll be leaving for Coruscant to go on leave.” 

Jesse nodded before perking up, “Captain Rex..?”

“I got him.” You held his arm, beginning to lead him to the barracks, “Get some rest, guys. I got the captain.”

Rex was silent on your small journey to his quarters. He maintained his blank expression, looking calm to an outsider. Those who didn’t know him would think he was handling the situation well. 

But you knew him. He was finally collapsing. 

He’s been awake since landing on Umbara. While everyone else could rest, eat and sleep, he had been working. The captain, as determined and hardworking as he was, was still a human with limits. He was coming out of a several rotation long fight-or-flight episode, and his internal systems were most likely shot. 

Not to mention shock. From death. The betrayal. The trauma. 

Luckily, no one paid you two any mind as your steps lead you to the barracks. Quickly and silently, you opened the door and led Rex inside his small private room. Hopefully with some actual sleep he would come back to himself. 

You’d have to shift your services, you realized. Your focus would need to be on the mental well being of the soldiers. You do have training in psychological health, but you’d have to catch up on the latest research, speak with colleagues, maybe shadow a therapist or two…

That was for the future. Right now, your priority was the clone in front of you. 

“Rex…” You whispered his name, raising your hands to hold his face, “You’ve done everything you can to take care of your brothers. Now let me take care of you.” 

Recognition was in his eyes. He nodded, turning his face to kiss your palm, “I am yours, cyare.” he mumbled lowly. 

The captain would rarely allow himself to be vulnerable. He would always be strong and reliable, never let himself seem weak. Rex was someone who would break rather than bend.

Unless it came to you. 

He gave you his heart. He trusted you with even the darkest most vulnerable parts of his mind and soul. 

You refused to break him.

You took his helmet from his hands and gently placed it on the desk before you began to remove his armor. You started with his arms and chest, slipping the painted and scratched plastoid off his body with ease. 

It didn’t take long for you to have him in his blacks. You looked up at his face meeting his beautiful brown eyes. 

Glossy with tears.

“Oh Rex’ika…” you held his face again, using your thumbs to wipe his tears, “It's over now…”

“My brothers…” He whispered, “So many of my brothers…” His shaky hands were placed over yours. 

“I know…” you responded, pulling him to kiss his forehead, “I know, Rex’ika…” Your arms wrapped around him tightly. You stepped backwards, knees hitting the bed, getting him on the stiff mattress. 

He pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your shoulder. You felt the warm wetness of his tears he refused to show anyone else.

You held him, as tightly and as protectively as you could, letting him weep. 

“I got you, love.” you whispered, rocking ever so slightly to calm him, “I got you, Rex.” 

The darkness on Umbara had changed him.  But he wasn’t alone. You’d make sure of that.

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AHHHHHHH TORI I LOVED THIS SO MUCH!!!!!!

I’m currently in the middle of finals and ALSO traveling this weekend, so I’m absolutely exhausted, and this fic was EXACTLY the little pick-me-up I needed. It was SO sweet and it made me smile, I LOVE soft Obi-Wan ☺️❤️❤️ also love that Obi-Wan’s troopers are wise to their sneaking around, it makes so much sense, like… no WAY Cody hasn’t figured things out 😂

Absolutely fantastic fic (as usual) ❤️ thank you so much for writing it for me!! ❤️❤️❤️

Hey Tori!!! If you’re feeling it, could I request either Anakin or Obi-Wan with the prompt: “Don’t worry, nobody’s gonna see me.” “Someone is definitely going to see you.” “Why?” “Look at yourself!”

Of course feel free to pick and choose and edit the dialogue in the prompt, it’s more for the info and general vibes than part of a script 😊❤️

hey!! i went with obi-wan for this one, i hope you enjoy it!!

words: 1,191

summary: No one is supposed to know about yours and Obi-Wan's relationship, but Cody seems to be a little suspicious.

obi-wan kenobi masterlist

Sneaking Suspicions

It was almost completely dark as you walked through the halls of the flagship, trying to keep your footsteps quiet while also looking out for the general’s quarters. You had a datapad in your hand, just in case any of the troopers stopped you and asked what you were doing wandering the halls at this hour. But as you expected, you seemed to be the only one awake at this hour.

Not too many people on the ship even knew you were here, as your official introduction to the men of the 212th would be tomorrow morning, when General Kenobi explained to the men the mission that currently lay ahead of them. A fellow Jedi, Obi-Wan had asked for your help the last time he was on Coruscant, and you had agreed to come along. To any of the men on this ship (and the Jedi Council), you were here because your skills and favored type of lightsaber combat were specifically suited for this mission, and you’d be nothing but a valuable ally to the legion.

In reality, the reason you were here was a little more personal and slightly more selfish than you let on.

Finally you found the door you wanted, knocking twice and then stepping back to wait. It didn’t take long before Obi-Wan appeared in the doorway, and you didn’t even bother to greet him before walking inside, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his cheek right as the door slid closed. “What are you doing here?” he asked quietly as you made a beeline for his bed and laid down, getting yourself comfortable under the covers.

“I wanted to see you.” Damn, this mattress was really soft. The one in your guest quarters wasn’t nearly as nice. “Why?”

“What if someone saw you wandering the halls and then come in here?”

You laughed, he was always more worried about the secrecy of your relationship than you were. It wasn’t that you didn’t take precautions and safeguards against being discovered, but you were always a little more risky in your visits to him. One time, you had even hid in Obi-Wan’s fresher back at the temple, when Master Yoda and Master Windu had stopped by for an impromptu morning meeting with your boyfriend and interrupted a morning cuddling session. The entire time you had to just hold your breath and hope neither of them could sense your presence, but the kisses and cuddles you got after the two other Jedi left were well worth it in your opinion. “You’re no fun sometimes. Don’t worry, nobody’s going to see me.”

“Someone is definitely going to see you,” was his response, but it didn’t seem like he was sending you away, because he slipped into bed next you, pulling the blankets up to cover both of your bodies. “Anakin is already suspicious that I’m hiding something.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Aren’t you suspicious that he’s hiding something?”

Obi-Wan nodded. “Interactions have been a bit odd recently.”

“So? If you think he’s hiding something from you, you don’t owe him explanations about every single aspect of your life,” you said, leaning over to place another soft kiss on your lover’s cheek.

“I know,” he responded. “I just worry that we’re being too brazen.”

“You won’t even look at me when we’re at council meetings. To most others, it must seem like we despise each other.”

“And that assumption is better than the alternative.”

You sighed, knowing he was right. “Do you ever wish we weren’t Jedi?” To you, it seemed like life would be so much easier if you didn’t have to sneak around all the time, if you could kiss your lover in the middle of the street. But at the same time, you couldn’t ignore the way you believed in the cause of the Jedi, even if you were just a little bit terrible at following the no-romantic-attachments rule.

“I have,” Obi-Wan admitted. “But I don’t know what my life would be like without the Order, and I find myself conflicted about whether or not we should leave.”

“I don’t think we can leave,” you said. “Especially not right now. I could never live peacefully anywhere as long as I knew that this war was still raging and innocent people were losing their lives.”

You felt his arms wrap around you, and Obi-Wan leaned in to kiss you once before responding. “I feel the same way,” he murmured. “As much as I wish we didn’t have to hide our love like this, our duty comes first.”

The two of you fell asleep together that night for the first time in a long time, and when it was time to get up, you simply wished for a few more minutes of peace before the day began and the reality of the war you were fighting once again loomed over you.

***

When Obi-Wan woke up the next morning, the bed next to him was already empty, and he missed the warmth you provided. He knew that sacrifices had to be made due to the situation (and the Jedi Code), but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dreaming of you every night and hoping that he could kiss you every morning when he woke up. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise though, because he knew that he would have a much more difficult time getting out of bed if you were still here to cuddle with.

When he stepped onto the bridge of the flagship, Cody nodded at him. “Good morning sir. Sleep well?”

Obi-Wan was almost too tired to hear the slightly playful edge in his commander’s tone. “Good morning Cody. I slept fine, why do you ask?”

He was tossing out a challenge at this point, and he was interested to see if Cody would rise to the bait. If word was starting to get around about him and you, even if you weren’t directly mentioned and no one was supposed to know that you were on the ship yet, he would have to do some damage control and try to keep things a little more secret.

Cody shrugged. “Just making conversation, sir,” he said, but the look on his face seemed to prove that his question was a little more than just smalltalk.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to respond, but you stepped onto the bridge at that very moment. “Sorry I’m late!” you said quickly. “The council is sending a message for us to view.”

The reality of being at war meant that there was never a quiet moment, and soon Obi-Wan was once again thrown into the life of a general. The two of you shared a few private looks (you didn’t even need to hear him say anything to know what he was thinking about), and he couldn’t care less that Cody and the other troopers were watching the two of you, and the wheels in the commander’s head were definitely turning, and bother Waxer and Boil gave him a look when your hand lingered on Obi-Wan’s for slightly longer than it probably should have.

But in this specific moment, he didn’t really care.

- the end - 

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Fandom Friday, 11/15: Fanfiction!

Hello again, everyone…and welcome to another installment of Fandom Friday, the two-post series where I go off to find new and interesting fanworks that might need a bit more visibility.

Before we begin...let me first do a little check-in with everyone, so that as many of us can start off with a fairly good morning as possible. In other words, if you haven't had any glasses of water yet, please do; if you're able to get yourself some breakfast, go ahead...and if you haven't taken any necessary meds yet, please take them.

Now...if you're all ready to go, here are my picks of the week.

THE CLONE WARS

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @threebea:

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @sinfulsalutations:

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @im-no-jedi:

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @rex-meshla:

ANDOR

Andor Fanfiction--By @ghostofskywalker:

THE MANDALORIAN

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @violetwanderer:

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @echoingbirdsofprey:

AHSOKA

Ahsoka Fanfiction--By @kalevalakryze:

Ahsoka Fanfiction--By @illuminatedquill:

In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and, on Friday every two weeks, highlight those writers who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the writers a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.

And finally, so that I do not forget…thank you to my friends, thank you to this fandom, and if it's a little longer between updates, please stay safe out there.

No Pressure Tags: @melymigo @algo-o-nada @theosb0rnway @everybirdfellsilent @skellymom

@leos-multifandom-corner @maggie-dylan @leenabb104104 @gun-roswell @tazmbc1

@bluedeedeedoop @its-time-to-rise-above @tlmtwelve @snoowply and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new SW fanfiction.

[scarfacemarston]

Pride Month Requests!

My specialties are character x reader mainly because I've never received requests for ships and I'm not experienced in it! If you don't see a character, I can still likely write it. For male characters it will be MLM Reader x character and WLW for female characters. (Trans characters hcs and readers always included. Edit: Non Binary and gender neutral also welcome!) Reblogs appreciated! SFW preferred.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader Steve Rogers x Reader

Natasha Romanoff x Reader Yelena Belova x Reader Peggy Carter x Reader Arthur Morgan x Reader John Marston x Reader Anakin Skywalker x Reader Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Hawke x Fenris Hawke x Isabela Hawke x Merill Dorian Pavus x Inquisitor Cullen Rutherford x Inquisitor Cassandra x Inquisitor Leliana x Warden

More by Request!

[notyourhetloki]

Sith!Obi-Wan x Reader // Headcanons

Pronouns: gender neutral

/Sith!Obi-Wan x Reader/

A/N: Ok, so these are a few quick headcanons I have for Sith!Obi-Wan, because I'm obsessed and I have a thing for bad guys lol. Anyway, my asks are open if you got any suggestions! Should I write more? Let me know xoxo

Warnings: manipulation, ooc Obi-Wan (he's evilll). Song Rec: Lana Del Rey - Cherry

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Obi-Wan probably knew you from his time at the temple, far before he became a Sith

He would become fascinated by you, watching you train from afar. He got to know all your routines, meticulously observing your day-to-day life.

His obsession soon became part of the reason he turned, couldn’t bare being apart from you. The ways of the Jedi not being enough to appease his needs.

Obi-Wan soon joined Anakin on the Dark Side and made it his mission to have you for himself.

He would seduce you slowly, using your weaknesses against you. Insecure? He would praise you and make sure you felt like the most important thing to him (because you were). Lonely? He would spend quality time with you, becoming your shadow wherever you went. Touch-starved? He would touch you constantly, caressing your face, smoothing your arms, and drawing circles on your skin, making you shiver every time.

Obi-Wan would make you feel seen and understood, manipulated you so the only option you had was to be his. And because he was so persuasive, it worked.

Now that you were his padawan, he could have you all for himself.

Obi-Wan would act stern outside his quarters, but when you were alone he would melt. Pampering you and making sure you felt like the most loved person in the galaxy.

And oh he would kiss you. Now that nothing could tear you apart, he would pull you into a kiss whenever he had an opportunity. His kisses were deep and possessive, reminding you who you belonged to.

But he was protective, extremely so. Growing excessively angry whenever anyone tried to get close to you, and turning aggressive if they managed to touch you.

(And I mean that! On bad days, he would force choke anyone who dared to even look at you.)

Obi-Wan would get super jealous too but never get angry directly at you. He was too afraid to lose you, so he would take the anger out on others.

Day by day he would grow even more possessive, controlling the places you were allowed to go (always with him by your side) and especially the people you were allowed to talk to (not many at all).

Obi-Wan had you all to himself and he wouldn’t let that slip, he couldn’t take any chances. You were his, only his.

He made sure you knew how much he loved you, and that he was the only one capable of loving you the way you deserved (his way). All he did was for you and to protect you. He could give you everything you wanted, and all he asked in return was your love.

Part of you was afraid of him, but the other loved him so much it hurt. You were stuck with Obi-Wan but there was no other place you'd rather be.

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[rainbow-universe]

Abdhjakshshajsj so soft!! 🥰🥰

Domestic December: Day 31

Obi-wan Kenobi: New years

A festival is held once a year on Coruscant. On the last night of the year the entire planet lights up in gold and blue. There isn’t a cantina or pub that’ll be empty. Children will be allowed to stay up late and even the very old will be letting their hair and tentacles down for the night.

The Jedi order participates in the festivities. Children with their hopes and dreams are in the hearts of every Jedi across the galaxy. Children, young people, and their families are invited to the temple. Where eyes widen in wonder at the abilities the galaxies protectors can do. A few may even be allowed to use a practice saber.

Once upon a time a teenager was allowed to hold an actual saber. A destroyed pillar and several screaming children led the to end of that tradition.

You were among the civilians who walked around the temple. Smiling at the master’s and their padawans who also milled about. A few asked how you were doing and if you were enjoying yourself.

“I don’t supposed you’ve seen Master Kenobi tonight?” You asked one of the Jedi.

This particular Jedi recognized you, although you couldn’t place where he’d seen you before. Perhaps Obi-wan wasn’t as secretive about your relationship as he let on.

“He’ll be upstairs. Last I saw he was on a balcony.” The Jedi explained, nodding towards a staircase leading upwards.

You thanked him before making your way to the stairs. Not many guests would find their way upstairs. It was a quieter area, with many balconies and seating areas to look out over the city. Just reaching the top of the steps gave way to a breathtaking view.

This wasn’t your first time up here. Obi-wan had shown you the view several times. Especially when he got back from a long mission away. It was here that you didn’t need to say anything, you only needed to hold eachother. That you it had to be done in the furthest most alcove was a small price to pay for the comfort of your man’s arms.

It’s a small walk to reach the furthest alcove. Just below the festivities were getting louder with the winding down of the time. Leaning forward on the balcony you can look down at them all.

Couples were finding eachother on the street. Little kids were being held close by fathers and mothers. Babies had been taken back into their cribs long ago while the older kids were wiping away the sleep from their eyes.

“Why hello there.” Came a familiar voice behind you.

You don’t have to turn around to know that it was Obi-wan. He steps up against your back. Wrapping his arms around you in an embrace that is almost crushing. His beard tickles neck your neck. His breath is warm, and kisses are kind on your neck.

“I missed you,” You whispered.

“I know.” Obi-wan replies.

Fireworks ripple through the sky. Blue and white and gold. None of which you really noticed. Instead turning around to focus entirely on Obi-wan. Smiling up at him in a loving expression that is mirrored back.

Just like before you don’t need to say anything. He understand, even without the Jedi mind tricks. He leans in and you close the gap with a kiss that you’ll never want to end.