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Viscer Obi Wan Kenobi x Sith! Reader

Rating: M, nothing too crazy...yet Reader is female and given a Sith name. Description: In the midst of battle Ahsoka, Anakin and Obi Wan feel something disrupting the force - when Obi Wan confronts the menace, he discovers more than he had bargained for. A certain Sith is looking for a way to the light, and who could be better suited than the handsome Sith-slayer himself. Nothing left but to hope that nobody gets cut in half... A/N: Wow i haven't written for ages. I lately saw a post complaining that in all fiction the reader is either a Jedi or a Senator...which I love, actually. But hey, I wanted to spice things up. I hope you guys like it. I'll be writing some more Kenobixreader lately - so if you like what you read, please stay or let me know. X's and O's! If you'd like more let me know also, suggestions are always welcome!

Anakin's heart raced. It fiercely beat against his chest as darkness and anger threatened to engulf him. He fought a dozen of droids already, sweat dripping from his brow, and after that, there were only more to come. "I CAN'T GET TO HER. GET TO HER. PLEASE. ", He yelled into his com, voice trembling. Obi-Wan could sense the distress in his former Padawans words. He could sense it through the force. Anakin worried him. Anakin's Temper – to be exact. His former Padawan had always tended to take the 'control your emotions' aspect of the code rather lightly, now, he didn't seem to control them at all. Not that Obi Wan's mind wasn't clouded enough already. There was Ahsoka's force signature, screaming, bright, scarred, still struggling. Now Anakin's, dark, angry and frustrated and then...then something completely else.

As he rushed through the Battlefield, saber in hand, slashing through droids like branches in a forest blocking his way, Obi-Wan felt his own heart beating against his chest. There wasn't supposed to be a Sith. Not here. Not now. And when Ahsoka had called in, saying she was out of breath, saying she saw something in the fog, something shining red, something dark and menacing, Both his and Anakin's heart had stopped for a second. It was thick, it was heavy and dark, dark indeed. It filled the air like Smoke and clouds had started forming, blocking out the sun and for a moment, what felt like all the Light in the Galaxy. Obi-wan, still sprinting to get to Ahsoka's position, felt his thoughts trailing back to the only moment in time where he had felt such darkness before. Darkness that had swallowed his master whole, and he felt a sting deep inside of him. Another droid fell, beheaded for standing in the Masters way, as he had tried to shoot. He clenched his fist tighter around his saber, he could feel the Adrenalin pumping through his veins and with it, just a hint of fear that he had suppressed for years and years that had suddenly appeared from deep deep within him. As he reached the top of the small incline he had sprinted up, he took a moment to stand tall. Robes flowing majestically behind him in the wind as lightning flashed through the dark clouds, the immediate thunder shaking the ground and making the air dense and impossibly thick. He could see it. In the distance. Green and Red swirling in the fog, a red so deep and dark it seemed like fresh blood dripping down onto dirty ground. Even from that distance it was clear to see which side dominated and Kenobi set out for another sprint, praying he would not be too late. Ahsoka tried her best, blocking every strike and every blow she could. She had burns on her thigh, her side and her upper arm. Always enough to hurt her, never enough to seriously get her into danger. The woman in front of her hadn't even cared to take her coat off, and Ahsoka could see the silky fabric dancing in the wind as the Sith circled her, slowly, watching the Padawan in front of her with the eyes of a hawk. The Sith could feel her will, strong and determined, her force soft and bright and her senses, clouded by pain and fear. Ahsoka did not dare going for an offensive stand, just waiting for her opponents attacks, trying to concentrate on staying alive only. She had pretty soon noticed that there was no sense in taking her on. Her mental defenses had been shattered the second she had seen the malevolent dark figure in the distance. The young girl panted, her heart nearly jumping out of her chest as she bravely stood her ground, both hands pressed around her saber, holding on for dear life. The Sith kept circling her, elegantly swaying her saber around in her hand, flexing her wrists. If Ahsoka could look into her opponents mind, she'd knew the reassuring truth. That the Sith did not plan on killing her. Never had. She had decided against it the second She saw the young girl standing near her. She was but a child, a brave one at that. Great potential. She swung again, intentionally missing her by an inch, the young Jedi still dodged, rolling onto her side, kneeling shortly - which was the moment the Sith decided that playtime was over. Obi-Wan grimaced as he saw the red saber pressed against Ahsokas throat. She knelt in font of the Sith that she had tried so desperately to protect herself from, squirming, tears in her eyes. "No", he whispered, before he noticed he had even opened his mouth. It was a dry and pained attempt to voice out his emotions. Anakin could feel it through the force, and on the other side of the field he stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide, his breath halting. And with that, in that moment, Obi-Wan watched as he Bloodied red disappeared. Leaving no color on the field in front of him, except that endless darkness. The clouds split, a singly ray of light falling onto the scene. The dark shadow in the distance was illuminated, looking up into

the sunshine, then back down at the Padawan in front of her. Obi-Wan watched in disbelief as a black gloved hand was placed on Ahsoka's cheek. The Togrutan girl glared into her eyes with despair and shock as she felt her warm hand on her cheek. "Sleep.", She whispered, her voice dark and soft as velvet. Ahsoka felt all her strength being pulled from her, her force engulfing her in the softest, blackest way, like a blanket being pulled over her. She fought so very hard, little sharp teeth gritted, hissing, trying so desperately to keep the Sith out of her head. “What do You want with me?”, she pleaded, angry, so very angry. A small smile played on the woman's full lips. The Girl reminded her so very much of herself, “I want You alive, little Jedi.”, She chuckled, pushing harder. One last push that sealed the deal. The Sith watched, as the young Jedi lost the mental fight, blinking, weakening, as consciousness slipped from her. "I'd advise You to step away." The voice came from behind Her. She blinked, softly, closing her eyes. Something like a warm tingle rushed through her body, as she heard that strangely familiar voice. Her hand still rested underneath the girls head as She had gently guided her down onto the stony dark ground. She heard the saber of the Jedi behind her being ignited as She turned around, pulling her hood of her head. Obi Wan felt his heart jump in his chest. Sith were supposed to be corrupted, cruel and disgusting. He remembered Darth Maul well. That Devilish face had burned itself so deep into his memory that he could never forget the tremor the dark side had caused in him. But She was very different from that. Long hair, that swayed along with her black silk coat in the wind, her eyes had the most beautiful yellow shine that he had ever seen and her lips, full and soft opened slightly, as she looked him over the same way he did her. She nodded her head, slowly and understanding. "Then I will follow your advice, Jedi.", She spoke. Her voice felt so known. Its ring, it's tone, it's soft accent. As if he had heard it a thousand times in his dreams, whispering to him from the dark of the night. He lowered his still ignited saber, leaving his offensive stand, as he saw her stepping away from Ahsoka. The two of them circled each other, not leaving each others eyes a single time. "OBI WAN, Come in, are you there? Is she fine? I can't feel her in the-" "She is fine Anakin.", Obi wan answered into his com, eyes still not leaving the Sith's, even as he checked the girls pulse. The girl lay on the ground, seemingly sleeping save and sound, looking completely unbothered.

The panic in Anakins voice had not touched him in the slightest. Ahsoka was indeed alive. He saw it and now he had felt it too. But why? He watched her closely. “I must assure You, I did not hurt her. I tried to minimize the damage....she was fighting hard though, I must say.”, She spoke with a slight sound of cheer and pride. Obi wan had to force the look on his face away, as he noticed how he'd reacted to the softness of her voice. She had surprised him once again. He had thought that at least her behavior and tone would be as menacing as her force signature, yet until now he had found no further deviance for any evil in her. "Noble of You. Even. To leave her alive. What might have caused this in a Sith?", he asked her, standing up straight once again to confront her. A soft smile crossed her lips as She pursed them, leaning her head playfully to one side. She enjoyed the sound of his voice, his thick Coruscant accent, his sly behavior. Had She heard it before? It sounded so very known... Ignoring his question, still relaxed, She crossed her arms in front of her chest, asking: "You are Obi-Wan Kenobi? Isn't that right?" The man in front of her spun his saber around in his wrist. "I do not know how that would matter to You." "It would. Greatly.", She explained, instead of circling now stepping closer to the man. He immediately assumed a stance again, lifting his saber that shone in a blue as bright and beautiful as his eyes. To his shock, She reached a hand out to him, shushing him, leading that hand back to her face to press her finger against her full lips. "We don't have to do this. No need to fight. I need something.", She tried to reason with him but he did not leave his stance and She could feel through the force how protective he stood between her and the girl. "You are a Sith. I think there is a need, my Lady.", he spoke through gritted teeth, still in a charming matter though. “As a Sith”, She spoke calmly, her hand on her heart, “I am hardly your Lady, but thank you still. Manners are a rare thing in this day and age. What would be your title then? Master?” He narrowed his eyes, a sly smile on his lips. “Well it would be. Not to you however.”, he answered, his voice full of confidence, but the small falter in his courage did not escape her. “Not my Master and not your Lady...No titles then.”, She spoke, nearly disappointed. The woman stood tall, looking around her. She was much smaller than him still, but it was her presence, her behavior, that made her seem so very tall. The Sith seemed nearly unbothered by the battlefield, as if she felt at home right were she were standing. Yet, he sensed her respect. Could make it out clearly in the force. She of course knew who he was, and with that: that She would not be the first Sith he would slay. The reputation of 'The Jedi who'd slain Darth Maul' was one he usually didn't like. Now however, he was quite glad to bear it. She sighted, her eyes looking nearly pained as she shrugged her coat off, her gloved hand reaching for the saber that was held on a strand on her thigh. "I can feel your heart racing, Obi-Wan Kenobi. We do not have to do this.", She warned him. The Respect. The feeling at home. The sadness. The urgency...something strange was going on. Obi Wan felt like he could read her emotions like an open book. “There is...something in the force...do you feel it?”, she suddenly spoke, as if reading his thoughts on it. There was a deep frown on her face, as she still looked around, seemingly concentrating. “Maybe...if we reach out...”, she whispered, more to herself than him. He could feel it too, not just his obvious discomfort but the connection that had formed between them in record time. It had taken months for his connection with his old master to form, yet she walked into his life, suddenly engulfing his whole soul. Opening doors that where previously closed, some that had been for years. Memory's, ambitions, dreams. In a few seconds they seemed to fall from him, some he could not even remember himself. Running in the gardens at the temple as

a boy, Seeing Anakin for the first time, Seeing Maul for the first time, A dream with a voice in it. Holding Qui Gon in his arms, forbidden tears falling from his face. Watching his comrades die next to him on the field. It was not one sided though. He could see her memories flash in front of his eyes like an unwanted vision. Standing in front of a mirror, her soft hand gliding over her bloodied cheek as the dark side consumed her. Her on her knees in the rain, teeth gritted. Pain. So much pain, strong arms lifting her of the ground while She screamed. He shook his head. Blinking. Using Jedi mind tricks was one thing, opening up through the force to a complete stranger, an enemy, was something very different. His head pounded like someone had just stabbed through his eye, his throat was dry and his vision blurred. He felt sick to the stomach. "Would You stop that?", he hissed, looking back up at her, squinting his eyes, trying to focus on the battle. What he saw shocked him, the woman before him held her head with one hand, pained expression as she spoke: "I am not causing this. I'd rather stop it too." Concentrating on the force he heard her cries one more time as they faded away, the sound of the battle in the distance coming back to both of them. She nearly toppled over, a hand on her stomach now. She felt horrible, well not horrible. There was something warm about it, like she had met someone she had a real and strangely deep connection to. He took it a bit better, staring her down, already assuming position again. Seeing the Sith in a state of distress in front of him, gave him ideas. He could slay her right there and then, weakened and blurry sighted, yet that would be very unmannerly of him and in a strange nudge of his conscious, he decided against it. "Well...", Obi Wan's voice brought her back to reality, as She looked straight at him, he continued: "I am afraid I can't let you leave. So the best I can do for you is ask you to throw me your saber and surrender.", he pressed on. She looked at him in shock and confusion. Was he serious? Did he not feel it? How could he just ignore something like this? Or was it normal for Jedi? So many questions rushed through her still throbbing head as She watched him with an intense stare. It did not matter. For now, she had to make sure the two of them did not hurt each other. He saw her smile falling from her lips, as She turned serious and in that moment, he felt the air getting denser again. She closed her eyes. Concentrating. Feeling the dark inside of her, that had gained so much strength by eating away at her. It was overwhelmingly hungry and the second She set it free, it raged. With a flick of her hand he felt his saber being pulled by a force so strong, it drew a gasp from him. It was unbelievable. To feel the force like this, in a dark way that he had never before. He felt his grip tightening, his muscles tensing as he tried his best to hold on to his weapon that She tried to rip straight from him. He was strong, She had noticed that immediately as She felt him clinging on to his weapon. Concentrating harder, She centered herself, re positioned and held out her arm, her muscled tense as She pulled even stronger through the force to disarm him. The dark swirled through her and he swore he saw her amber eyes glisten red for a moment. Desperately trying to hold on he noticed his hands starting to get bruised and ripped open by the metal. Watching her in shock, he kept holding on, pulling back with his own force. It was unreal to him how strong She was in the dark. He felt it pulling not just his saber, but everything around him, like a dark hole swallowing everything that was near. He could feel his body getting pulled toward She and pushed further back, desperately looking for some kind of grip. Again, he concentrated on the force, trying his best to somehow stand a chance. He was a fighter. Always had been. His control on the force was masterful, but had never been his strongest suit. Something She seemingly had realized so very fast it scared

him. He concentrated, on the light, on the force, fighting back, holding on. It got washed away by her darkness like a sandcastle in the storm, taken by the waves of her dark menace, he felt his saber slipping through his now bloodied hands and as he looked up back to her. The second She held his saber in her hands, her gaze softened. The storm calming. The beast that was the dark creeping back down into the shadow behind her. Her eyes had changed, from that manacling, scary gaze during her use of the force, to a softer amber shade, as his weapon lay in her hands. She ignited it. He watched her staring at his blue saber in admiration. It was the tone of his eyes. Quite exactly so. His blood was smeared all over the shiny metal, but it was lovingly assembled, beautifully maintained and it shone delicately and yet strong. "Breathtakingly beautiful...", She whispered, before turning back to him, "You mean surrender like this?", She asked, pointing his own saber at him, as She slowly walked towards him. She could feel his warm blood on her hand now, as it dripped through her leading hand, the metal in it sticky and warm. Obi wan watched the woman intensely, out of breath, his heart racing. "Well, where are my manners. Now that we have time to talk, I", She elegantly walked towards him, confidence seeping off her like slick honey, "Am Darth Viscer. I will ask again, are you Obi-Wan Kenobi?" The stray hair that hung in his face was framing his handsome features perfectly, his blue eyes piercing her, his lips parted slightly as he tried to calm his breath. He fixed his posture, his bloodied hands gliding over his perfectly white robes, leaving red traces. The next time he fixed his gaze on the Sith, it was already to late to react. He had rushed her and as She stepped back had grabbed her saber, igniting it and forcing it down upon her. Nearly to late, She went down on one knee, blocking the attack with his saber in her hand. The red that shone in his eyes, mirrored in his pupils by her saber, made him look fierce and, as She had to admit, endlessly handsome. A small smile spread on her lips as She forced her way back up, fighting back in quick and hard strikes. He blocked them best as he could, surprised by the lightness of her weapon. It lay so very well in his hands, it felt nearly comfortable. Like She had crafted it specifically for his use only. She dodged his next strikes, turning her back to him, leaning over, feeling the hot burst of her weapon so very close behind her head. The Sith turned with a fierce rhythm, striking at him with her golden eyes glowing menacingly and a grin on her full lips. Without admitting it to himself even, Obi wan could feel his power slipping from him. He had been already wounded and exhausted from the battle before She even showed up, and her relentless pace did not help at all. She stroke with a ferocity and passion that was hard to counter and after only minutes of dancing with her, he felt himself blocking much more than actually attacking. Their sabers met, glistening sparks blazing from them as She pushed up against him, her eyes piercing his. "Kenobi. We need to talk. I'm serious.", She gritted her teeth. He noticed her beginning to struggle to hold her ground against him by strength alone. He was taller and physically stronger, so he pushed back, sending her tumbling back a few steps as he slashed out. He found his pace again. Knowing suddenly that he could beat her in combat. She was strong in the force, but it was clear to him now that he was the more skilled fighter. She fell backwards, her own saber, held by him, barely missing her eyes. "Enough!", She hissed, pushing herself back up, suddenly holding out her hand once again. It all happened way to fast and before Obi Wan could react, he felt her force pushing menacingly up against him. In mere seconds he fell to the ground, the force pressing him unto his back, holding him in position. The Sith breathed heavily, glancing angrily at him. "Haven't I told you to please stay put and listen to me?", she

hissed under her breath. She meant to pin him, down further by holding the saber to his chest, but he quickly gathered his strengt and countered, saber against saber once more. This time it was harder to withstand her, noticing how the shine of his weapon enlightened her eyes in the deepest ocean blue. She pushed down against him, the sabers uncomfortably close to his face now. Obi Wan watched her closely as the anger fell from her features, eyes softening in a nearly sad gaze. She had to do something. Say something. And in this position he'd might just listen to her. "Please listen to me...You are my only hope, Obi-Wan Kenobi.", She near whispered through gritted teeth, her voice passionate. He felt his mind gliding back to his dreams. He did hear her voice before. Speaking that exact same sentence. Between pleading moans and soft cries. "What?", was all he could bring out before She quickly stepped back, leaving him, laying on the ground like that. She backed away, saber still brimming, but lowered as She gave him space. He rose up, watching the woman intently, mouth slightly open. She could have killed him, she was so very close. She couldn't be serious, a Sith leaving not just a Padawan but him alive, pleading for help? Staring at him, She sighted deeply, pacing around like a wild but elegant animal. Noticing She wasn't about to attack him, he slowly rose to his feet, shaking off the dirt on his robes. " MASTER !" The two of them turned their heads to look over the field, seeing Anakin standing on the dune in the distance. He could see the sabers from that vantage point, suddenly grabbing the Blaster from the Clone next to him, aiming. "Anakin.", Obi Wan whispered, feeling conflicted about the situation as a whole. As the blaster suddenly hit his side, the handsome man in front of her grabbed his side, sinking down on one knee. The blast had hit him good and for a second Viscer smelled burned meat and more peculiar: felt his pain in her own side. Softly touching her ribs, She noticed She had been completely spared, not a drop of blood on her robes. It was her mind, her connection alone that cause her pain. She watched the man in front of her perplexed, then back at the back-up Jedi on the hill, who had just shot his partner. "He thinks I'm... He thinks you are me .", She suddenly realized, looking at the blue saber in her hand. From a distance in that fog, he surely couldn't have noticed that the two of them had switched their weapons during the fight. "Apparently.", Obi Wan huffed, his eyes still shocked, his hand clutched around his bloodied ribs, "Brilliant Anakin." The Sith frowned, turning to her side and walking closer to the kneeling man. "Will You be fine?", She asked, standing tall above him, looking down at the man in front of her, that still held on tight to her saber. "Why, yes?", he asked, looking up, pained expression. She could feel the pain but also annoyance in his voice and mind and smiled softly to herself, before blocking another blaster shot mid air. Obi Wan watched her, impressed and confused. That was the third time She saved or spared his life. "Your rather bad Assistant is catching up to us...i will get going.", She stated, her heart heavy, a small sigh in her voice. He watched the woman, teeth still gritted. "So what is your plan? What is all this? Your not going to harm me?" For a split second, he saw the darkness falling from around her, leaving space for something else. She bowed down to him, her full lips once again smiling, her eyes reassuring. "Of Course i Won't harm you. I will find You.", She whispered. He could feel the cool leather of her glove on his chin. Obi Wan wasn't quite sure if that was better or worse. “Find me? Sith, I don't know if you want to find me.”, he chuckled darkly, still pained and confused. “Oh I do, Kenobi.”, She frowned, sadness filling her eyes once more, “And when I do, I need you to believe me. You owe me, after all.” “Believe You? What are you...”, he spoke, but soon halted, as he noticed She had not moved an

inch. Kneeling beside him, a hand on his back to support his stance, her other hand now running down to rest on his bloodied side. He hissed in pain and a small “Shhh, all good” of her suddenly calmed him immensely. He felt her now bloodied hand getting hold of his, pressing it against him. “Hold tight. Press up against the wound. Try to slow your breathing, Obi Wan. We don't want you to suffer from too much blood loss - Do we now?”, She whispered, her lips so very close to his ears. It sent unwanted shivers down his neck. How softly She spoke to him, how carefully She handled him. It felt all to wrong and too good to be right. “Stay Alive. I will see you soon.”, She assured him. He turned his head to look at her, deep frown on his face, shaking his head. She also frowned softly, yet her eyes seemed way less confused and he even seemed to find some hope in them. “What even are You doing? Helping me? I don't understand..:”, he spoke, a bit of anger filling his voice, but mostly confusion. His gaze softened as he looked into her eyes. “All in it's time.”, She answered. So very soft again. As soft as the small kiss, that She left on the side of his face. He froze, her lips cold against his temple. As swiftly as the Sith had appeared, she turned on her heels, rushing out into the fog. Obi Wan breathed deeply, the stinging sensation in his rips melting into one with the rest of his burns and the pain in his hands. For a second there, they had been forgotten. A fact he hated himself for, but should think about for nights to come. He looked at the ground, trying to center himself in the force. She had handled him so very strangely. Last time facing a Sith , he did have his master at his side, but that had been a very, very different experience altogether. His eyes fell on the weapon in his hands. He still held her blood red saber. And She still carried his. He lifted his head, watching after her. He could still make out the black of her robes that hugged her body tightly. He could still feel the connection between them, and the trace of her lips on his skin. You are my only hope It rang again. Deep inside of him. As if the force itself had whispered it softly to him.

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