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Sometimes a whole dialogue comes to my mind and I can't do anything else until I actually make it, so yup, this comic is just mostly dialogue. More people than i thought were interested in the WIP, so I hope to no disappoint!

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professor Obi Wan Kenobi

5|7

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#"i have no idea where he gets it from," says area jedi knight still picking glass out of his robes from leaping out of senator amidala's window earlier in the evening.

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Having a bad day, read x reader! Having a good one, read x reader! Bored, read x reader!

All in all, live, laugh, love x reader!

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I hate it here....

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AAAAAAAH THAT'S SO CUTE AND HOT AT THE SAME TIME

interrupted (pt. 6)

Summary:  YOU & OBI-WAN PARENTING ANI WHAT Warnings: mentions of sex and some cursing i guess ? nothing graphic :) Word count: 1.4 k Read on AO3 Writers note: WOOAAAH this has been a great journey so far! and I could not think of a better way to start a hiatus in this series than with this beautiful beautiful chapter. The thing is I have way too many stories swimming in my head that I can not bring justice to this one whilst the others are still hovering. So I will get them out (and posted ofcourse) so I can continue with this darling.

Aayla, your roommate, was popular with the guys, so you didn't even stir when you heard the knocks on the door of your bedroom. She struts to open with a grin already on her face, next she is calling your name with widened eyes. 

“eh?” You asked confused.

She kneeled in front of you, her cheeks blushed. By the looks of it, she had either seen a ghost or witnessed a crime. “Master Kenobi is here to see you.” She yell-whispers, leaning towards you with an accusative smirk, “what the kriff?”

You smile, “shut up.” You say, standing in one movement. “Hey” You are blushing by the time you reach the door.

Obi-wan is leaning against the frame, arms crossed on his chest. He is still wearing his brown robe, a tell that he hasn’t even been to his rooms. His hair is a bit longer, and he has started to grow a beard making his eyes seem brighter.

“How was your mission?”  

“Terribly long. How did your tutoring go?”

You beamed. He had requested your help to tutor Anakin while he was away. No matter how hard the kid had begged, the Council did not allow him to go with Obi-wan. So he had stayed behind in the Temple under your care. “He fully reads and writes”

“Thanks for stepping in” He bit his lower lip before adding. “Any plans tonight?” He asks like it’s the most normal thing to say after being almost a month away.

You move your head sideways, earning a smirk from him.

“See you at the hangar in half an hour.” He pushes off the threshold and starts to walk away.

“Where are we going?”

He is already three doors away when he answers, “To the stars” 

“EXCUSE YOU?” Your roommate is already questioning you the second the door closes. “Obi-fuck Kenobi??”

“Shut up” you giggled, “we are just friends. I tutored his padawan while he was away, that’s all”

She slaps your arm, “yeah because a friend comes to your bedroom the minute he arrives from a month-long mission, come on!”

“I am sure he went to Anakin first” you say as you pull clean clothes out of your closet.

“Still, master Daddy-Wan Kenobi came crawling to your door with his dick out—“

You laughed “THAT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED”

“I need the details, please” she grabbed your arm, her voice a plea, “is he shredded? I bet he is”

“I don’t know?”

“He doesn’t take the robes off? Oh that nasty ass motherfucker. Do you call him master? Better yet, does he recite the code as he cums or does he make you recite it?” 

“Shut up!” You squirmed, slightly horrified by her questions but also giggling. “We are not fucking”

“Yet” she smiled. “Come, let me do your hair.” She guided you to the vanity’s chair.

“What’s wrong with my hair?” You looked in the mirror.

“You are wearing it like Qui-Gon. Oh, well, yeah maybe he’ll like that”

When you look back at the mirror your face is crimson from all the laughter.

When you get to the hangar Obi-wan is already leaning against a two-seater ship. 

“Take me to the stars, Kenobi.” 

He smirks, his hand moving in his pocket. He throws something at you.

You grabbed it with furrowed brows. 

“You are driving. Come on.” 

It was a set of keys.

You left Coruscant behind a while ago, navigating the dark space, following Obi-wan’s instructions to the alleged best spot he knows. You finally halt in a set of coordinates where there aren’t any planets in sight.

“Press that button” He points at the panel.

You do as he says, “what does it do?” 

“It makes sure the ship doesn’t go too far while we chill”

“we chill?” You turned to see him with your eyebrows raised. 

He stood from his seat and walked to the back, pushing another button to make the ceiling fold on itself and reveal a glass. Dropping his coat over the floor, he extends a hand to you.

You lay next to him, shoulder to shoulder. Suddenly the silence under the dark galactic sight feels too much. You are lying next to your all-life-best-friend, the friend who in the latest weeks had become something else entirely but all at once, is still the very same. “Thank you” you mutter in complete awe, eyes don’t move from the dark sky.

“Anytime, darling.”

“Do you ever wonder if this is all there is for us?”

“What do you mean?”

“Taken from our families, forced to become jedis, forbidden to have attachments. All we can have is some stolen moments to keep us going. Little escapades here and there to try to disguise our emptiness.” Your gaze focuses on him, “don’t you ever wonder what your parents are like? If you would’ve become a farmer or a mechanic? What would our lives be if we had been given a choice?”

Obi-wan is silent for a few minutes, contemplating you. “I like being a jedi” he finally states.

For a moment you think he will begin speaking about duty and loyalty, but instead.

“Because I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”

The words have completely disappeared from your mind, in its place there are only butterflies.

“I can’t believe you did all this for me” it’s barely above a whisper. 

He scoffs, “I must say it was motivated by a deeply selfish impulse”

“how so?” 

His gaze is focused on your lips, sheepish, as he answers, “I could not stand the idea of you doing this with someone else” 

“Oh, Obi” you turn to face the sky to hide your blush, “Any sucker can fly me to space but this… I wouldn’t do with anyone else”

He doesn’t answer, instead, he wraps his hand in yours.

Your clothes lay scattered around his rooms, his warm breath against your shoulders and your bare back to his chest. His arm lays lazily on your waist as you have both drifted to sleep.

Until a disturbance on the Force wakes you up.

“What was that?” your eyes are still half closed, the rest of your senses heightened.

“That was Anakin’s nightmare” He mutters against your skin. “He is on his way here”

Obi-wan gets dressed in a second, then he throws you a set of silk pajamas which you hold with both your eyebrows up. “Shouldn’t I leave?” 

“Do you want to?” He is folding the scattered garments and hiding them inside the closet.

“Not really but, I mean, a child shouldn’t be crying or falling asleep with a stranger”

“You are hardly a stranger. But if you are more comfortable” a knock on the door, “ask him yourself” 

You get into the fresh set and walk to stand by the bedroom entrance as Obi-wan walks to the main door.

The image is heartbreaking. Anakin is crying, his eyes are red and swollen. His little shoulders go up and down in anxious breathing. None of them say a word as he walks in. You can feel the Force’s battle inside of him, his signature darkened by fear and anger.

The kid finally looks up and his eyes lighten when he sees you, screaming your name and running to your arms. 

“Hey, Ani” You kneel to embrace him, murmuring against his blonde hair. “What happened?” 

“I was back in Tatooine as a slave” He mumbles against your chest. “But my owner was the Sith Lord Maul.”

Your eyes raise to Obi-wan, whose mouth is pulled to the side.

“It was just a nightmare, little one.” Your fingers are soft on his scalp, “You are safe now.” 

Taking deep breaths, you project calm and safety into him; your force signature nuzzling his.

“Master,” Anakin sniffs, raising his head and looking over Obi-wan, “I'd rather sleep next to her.” 

Obi-wan scoffed, “yeah that makes two of us buddy” 

When the three of you climb on bed, Anakin is gripping your right arm while Obi-wan’s hand lays on your waist from your left.

In the morning you squeeze yourself out of bed, hurrying to dress up before dawn. The fresh air hugs your body as you walk back to your rooms. 

The noise of the door wakes up Aayla, her eyes are half closed when you stand on the foot of her bed. 

“He is shredded”

She is already squirming by the time you tumble next to her to tell her everything.

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interrupted (part 5)

Summary: Running into Obi-wan as you escape from the Temple to go out clubbing Warnings: mentions of smoking and cigarettes - I thought of this as a regular tobacco cigarette but there is no mention of what is made of so … Tags: Tooth rotting fluff as usual Words: 1k Read on AO3 As a former smoker I can tell this was a very long cigarette - but hey its star wars is the duration of the cigarette what makes you think this is not believable? lol love ya all babes. Also, I’ll give you a lil forehead kiss if you find the arctic monkeys reference 🐒

It is always the same routine.

You have mastered it by this point: out the window, jump to a pillar, slide down and off you go to the Coruscant nightlife.

The acrobatics are not your best, considering the dress and shoes you are wearing, but so far nobody has noticed your little escapades. Your roommate Aayla and Quin are already waiting at the bar, considering they do not need to escape from the Temple and can simply walk out claiming they’re on their way for some bonding time. But not you. If Master Windu were to see you he’d probably have you banned from the Order. So you escape.

You are strutting down the sidewalk of the Temple when somebody calls your name. Your eyes close and your jaw tightens in fear, but you turn to find Obi-wan leaning against the main steps wall. 

“Where the kriff are you going?” there is a smirk on his lips as he says it, his eyes wandering your body.

“out” you merely say, taking a step closer to him.

“I can see that” His eyebrows were raised, but by the glint of his eyes you could tell he was not judging you. “With Aayla?” He asks as he lifts a cigarette to his lips. A habit he categorically denied to have but you were well aware of. 

“And Quin”

Obi-wan nods, “Of course.” The smoke leaves his mouth in a cascade.

“Wanna go?” 

“Me? I don’t want to spoil your hunt.”

Your head turned the slightest at his suggestion. 

“Who says I’m hunting tonight?”

He held your gaze, a smirk on his lips. “My dear, that hem is closer to a shirt than it is to a skirt, and with those heels your legs are more dangerous than a blaster pointed at a man’s head.”

“Mmm” you take a step closer to him, “then good thing my type of men are not afraid of blasters” 

His cheeks turned pink as he looked away from you.

“See you in the training room.” You assured, voice dripping with warmth.

“Wait” He held your wrist, ““If you do come back tonight, come back to me.” 

“And whatever for would I return to you?” You take the cigarette from his fingers and steal a sip. 

He stared at you while you did it, seemingly hypnotized by the image. His eyes shone with marvel like you were a treasure. Then his head moves sideways, but his hand lands on your waist to pull you closer.

With a teasing smile, he takes the cigarette from you. “To have a nice chat about ethics and philosophy”

“You promise?” You tease him back.

In a heartbeat, his arm rounds your waist and trades your positions pushing you against the wall. His chest is now against yours. His breath is warm against your lips and his eyes are fixed on yours. 

“Oh, I promise” 

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks as his breath fans your face and his lips are so dangerously close to yours. But before you can close the gap he takes a step back, focused again on his cigarette.

“You should come, really. It will be fun.” Before you finish your invitation his head is already moving.

“I don’t even have anything to wear”

“I’m sure Quin can lend you something, that is not a problem!”

He scoffs, seemingly offended. “As if I’d wear Quin’s crop-tops” 

That brought out a laugh from you. “It’s just some harmless fun, come with me, please.” You plead while pulling his hand.

“I can’t leave Anakin” he finally says and it’s definite.

He had never been one for parties but ever since he became a master, it seemed like all his personal hobbies and entertainment had been casted out.

“Alright” your head drops. “Say hello to the little gremlin for me”

He smiles, “I will”.

In a heartbeat, Obi-wan is leaning closer to you, his hand has risen to your neck, nearly cradling your jaw and his lips are only inches apart from yours. 

“Please stop by later” His breath fans your lips.

“Whatever for?”

“I am deeply interested in the lengths of that skirt of yours”

You smirk, “I am also interested in lengths”

He scoffed, “well then, if it is for research purposes…” and so he is kissing you.

It is slower than it has ever been, but more intense. Every brush is fueled with intention and urgency. All the worries of getting caught making out in the steps of the Jedi Temple fade away as his tongue conquers your mouth.

He is eager yet controlled, as his fighting is. But unlike in the training mat, here you completely allow him to win.

With your hands around his neck, you pulled in his hair, making him groan against your lips.

You are so lost in him that you completely lose track of your surroundings. The cold air of the night against your bare legs, the sound of the ships above you and the chit chat of the passersby. Slowly, as one noise becomes more clear you pull away in shock.

“MASTER!” 

Obi-wan pulls away and throws the rest of the cigarette to the floor with a grimace, “This is a disgusting habit, you should not be doing it. We as Jedi are above all sorts of vices, you should know that!” 

Your mouth opens as his scolding continues. Eventually you decide to allow his facade if only for the child’s sake.

“Sorry, master” mutter in a tone that definitely says ‘fuck you’. 

“Master, the Council calls for you!” Anakin jumps next to you. “They are sending you out on a mission, let’s go!!” Anakin grabs Obi-wan’s hand, tugging at him unable to contain the excitement. 

“I’ll be there in a minute, young padawan” Obi-wan looks at him with a knowing look.

Anakin looks at you squinting, his brows furrowed in suspicion. After he has walked up the stairs, you finally speak.

“I am starting to think he doesn’t like me”

Obi-wan scoffed, “He likes you just fine, he justs has terrible timing”

“Guess I won’t see you later, then?”

Taking a step back, Obi-wan’s head drop in frustration, “Guess not” 

“Well call me when you get back” 

A sweet smile crosses his lips, “Of course”

You close the distance between you, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Good luck on your mission, master.” You mock.

“And may the Force be with you, my dear.”

Part 6

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interrupted (pt. 4)

Summary: Obi-wan asks you out but it doesn’t go as planned

Tags: Childhood friends to lovers / they really are good friends / found family i guess ?

Warnings: its so fluffy im gonna dieeeee

Word count: 1.5 k

Read on AO3

Writer’s note: I am DERANGED by this. For reference this is what’s in my head when I write this story.

Master Windu had given you a task: to study the history of the jedi until you could recite it. And up until now, you had studied it until you’d gotten hungry, wanted to pee, remembered other pending work and fallen asleep, so that morning you decided to wrap it up. You grabbed a big mug of caf, tied your hair up and headed to the library in complete solitude. Maybe if you had no distractions you would be able to get through it.

You had gone through 3 books so far, and nearly all day, when someone sat opposite from you on the desk.

“Hello there”

Obi-wan greets you with a teasing smirk. His blue eyes embedded in yours.

“Hello.” You return your sight to the book, but if the smile that threads on your lips accuses you of anything, is that you will not be paying any attention to the words below. You still hope he doesn’t notice it.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to read”

“So I see” his fingers tap anxiously on the desk. “Want to refill that mug?”

Without raising your eyes, you give him your mug, “if you’d be so kind, thank you”

“I—I meant-“

“I know what you meant” your eyes still locked on the book, “but I am busy. Master Windu gave me an assignment.”

“You are not his padawan anymore”

That made you raise your sight, clearing your throat. “You would do the same if Qui-Gon asked you.”

With a grimace, he grabbed your mug and left to the caf station.

Minutes later he returned with your beverage prepared just how you drank it. He handed it to you, your fingers touched as you took it.

“Qui-Gon asked me something far more… absorbing”

“I know” You gave him an apologetic smile “how is he doing lately?” You closed the book in your hands, turning your attention to your friend.

“He worries me” Obi-wan leaned his chin on his palm, his elbow resting on the table. “He is too angry, too afraid. Almost every night he wakes up screaming and shaking from the nightmares that poison his mind.”

You extended one hand across the table, your palm up and fingers flexing in a quiet demand that was quickly complied.

Your fingers wrapped around his hand.

“I haven’t met a kinder soul than yours, Obi-wan. If there’s anyone who can heal your padawan’s tainted heart it is you. You know what it is like to have a…” you paused, looking for the right word, “rather absent master. I am certain you will do your best with Anakin.”

He guided your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “You trust me more than myself.”

“I’ve seen you grow into a powerful and wise jedi, much to my dismay.”

“Please elaborate” he teased.

You hid your grin turning back to your book. “Like I said, I am busy”

Your hand remained in his.

With his thumb, he drew figures on your skin until you felt his signature calm down.

“So I heard about this new place” he said after a few minutes of silence.

“Obi-wan Kenobi” you interrupted him, lifting your gaze to him “are you going to ask me out?”

“so what if I was?”

You leaned closer, looking up to him, “It’s against your precious code”

His eyes drafted from your eyes to your lips, “so what if it was? If the order didn’t want it to happen then they shouldn’t have made us spend so much time together.” The warm breath of his words made you flush.

“Don’t give them any more ideas to push women out of here”

Your entire life had argued the lack of female jedis in the council and teaching, and instead of getting the regular eye-roll, in Obi-wan you always found a respectful ally.

A smile crossed his face, “I’d never”

“I know” your eyes fell to your jointed hands with a sweet smile on your lips. “So, this new place?”

His eyes glinted. “Let’s have dinner and I’ll take you to the stars after” he offered with a smirk that gave away what kind of stars he had in mind.

“Oh” you blushed, “like today?”

“Like right now”

“Uuhhh” you blushed, suddenly your heart was beating way too loud, “yeah, alright.”

You two are out in the hallway when you hear it.

“Master!” A child’s voice calls from behind your backs.

Your companion is already groaning and grimacing, but he turns towards the voice nonetheless. “Yes?”

You look over your shoulder and spot Anakin with a book in his hands.

“You said we’d continue with our lessons today” Anakin pouted.

“That I did, young padawan.” Obi-wan takes a step towards him. “But I’ve made plans with my friend, why don’t you rest today, eh?”

Anakin looks over at you, anger in his bright blue eyes as he walks closer to his master. “Everyone makes fun of me” the boy muttered.

Obi-wan bends to Anakin’s height, “who does? And why?”

“Because-“ the kid looks over at you and bites his tongue. “You know why” he says, shaking the book in his little hands.

Obi-wan returns to you with an apologetic smile, “Can I see you tomorrow?”

You crossed your arms on your chest, “you should not be helping with his homework, Kenobi” your tone is serious, solemn.

“I am n—“ with a hand on your bicep, he pushes you away from Anakin, then leans to your ear. “He is learning to read”

“WHAT?” You search for his eyes in shock. “He is ten years old”

“And he was also a slave. I don’t think his owner prioritized his education.” His voice sharp, protective.

Something within you broke as you looked at him and the child. You had been quick to judge them without knowing the full story. Your heart sank on your chest.

“Obi” the nickname dropped off your tongue as naturally as when you were children; all those times Obi-wan had cried with you for the lack of Qui-Gon’s interest, when he felt worthless or not enough.

“Don’t pity him” He ordered, “he hates that”

You looked back at the little kid behind you; his eyes glinted with curiosity, you could feel the Force beaming in him. A tender smile escaped your lips.

“I don’t, but I still wish he hadn’t.” You turned to the kid, then walked to him and leaned down to his height. “Would you like one more teacher?”

He did not answer. Instead, his eyes moved to Obi-wan’s searching for any sort of approval. Your attention stayed on the child until he nodded.

“Aright, I’ll take you to my favorite place to do homework.”

“Don’t guess” your finger is pointing to a word he is struggling to understand. “See letter by letter, what’s the first one?” You grab a fry from Obi-wan’s plate.

Anakin is sitting in front of you, his text book on the table surrounded by leftovers and milkshakes.

“K, A, S, H, Y” His brows furrow “why are there three y’s?”

“Das the way it was written” Obi-wan muttered next to you.

You turned to him with a disapproving look. “Terrible teacher. Maker.” With a sigh, you explained to Anakin, “Every Y stands for a different type of native and religious tree for the Planet’s inhabitants, the wookies. The Yaupon Holly, the Yew Pine and the Yulan.”

“How is it pronounced?”

“Kashi-yhk”

Anakin repeated the sound.

“Now read the whole sentence.”

His bright blue eyes returned to the reading.

Your hand extended to grab another fry but was quickly slapped. “Ouch”

“Don’t steal from the terrible teacher” Obi-wan feigned offence.

“Kashyyyk is a forest planet in the southwestern quadrant of the Republic.” Anakin read.

“Excellent, Ani!” You cheered with a smile. The child blushed as he continued his homework.

“This is not what I had in mind for tonight” Obi-wan whispered in your ear. His chin resting on your shoulder.

“Disappointed?” You turned to him.

“Not in the slightest. You’re good at this”

“Really makes ya wonder why you are the master, uh?” You teased.

“Any chance you want to be my associate?”

“Associate? You could use those big fat master checks to pay me for tutoring.”

He smirks, “or I could take you for a ride every once in a while”

“You must offer something I don’t already have”

“You don’t have a jedi master driving you around”

“I don’t need a master when I can get a bounty hunter”

You see his jaw tighten, “a bounty hunter? you deserve better”

“And what’s better?”

His eyes are on your lips and as he leans to kiss you, you grab your milkshake, taking a teasing sip.

He smirks and backs away.

“Oh, look at that”

You turn to find Anakin asleep on top of the book. His cheek plastered on his left hand, his right extended over the table with an abandoned fry on his fingers. You try not to laugh as you take your datapad out of your pocket and snap a picture.

“Time to go”

Obi-wan stands and takes Anakin in his arms, carrying him. You grab his book and head out together.

Before you reach the door Obi-wan calls your name. When you turned to him his lips were already on yours. It’s a soft, steady kiss.

“That’s better” He whispers against your lips. Part 5

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Best series ever

interrupted (pt. 3)

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 4

Summary: obi-wan & the reader explore their mutual desires through force bond in the middle of a strategy meeting

Tags: I have waited my whole life to say this #INAPPROPRIATE USE OF THE FORCE LETS GOOOOOO

Warnings: implicit sexual topics, nothing graphic

Word count: 1.5 k

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Strategy meetings were usually boring, mostly because you were still a knight and not allowed to speak, just sit and listen next to your master. The lights were dimmed, everyone focusing on the projection with the planets that were under the separatist’s grip. Bored to death and in urgent need of a distraction, your force signature brushed the man’s in front of you.

‘Sit properly, Kenobi’ you whispered into his mind.

He startled, looking over at you with furrowed brows, then answers in a surprised and unexpected, ‘what the fuck?’

You bit your lower lip to hide your smile, your sultry eyes on him.

‘Sit properly. You’re nearly lying on the chair.’

He looked at you with furrowed brows, but straightened nonetheless. ‘What are you doing?’ He asked.

‘I am bored, I thought to bother you a bit’

His eyes returned to the projection, and you think he will shut you out of his mind for good but instead.

‘On the contrary. This meeting just got much more fun.’

‘I am trying to find a place where we won’t be interrupted’

The smallest smirk played on his lips. ‘interesting place you choose, surrounded by the council’

‘they can’t reach us in here, nor prohibit us from anything’

‘the mind is the first place where the dark side lurks’

You snorted but quickly disguised it as a cough. “Are you alright?” Master Billaba asked you.

“Yeah, sorry, it’s just a cold”

She kept talking about the possibility of an army but you returned to your friend’s mind.

‘careful’ Obi-wan teased.

‘you really are a prude’ You see the corners of his mouth quirk up.

‘is that so? don’t speak like that to a master’

‘master my ass’

‘is that an invitation?’

‘not to a prude’

Obi-wan places one elbow on the table and his chin on his palm, covering his mouth just enough to hide the smirk growing on his face.

‘You can always prove me wrong’ you pressed.

‘Oh I will, soon enough.’

‘Show me’

‘What?’

‘How you’d prove me wrong’

‘Right now?’

‘what? Are you afraid of getting caught? It’s your mind Kenobi, you choose who can have a glimpse of it’

‘You are having a glimpse without my approval’

‘Because your guard was down. Lock us inside and show me.’

‘Where could I begin?’ 

He shows you the hallway kiss.

‘Lame’  

‘You show me something interesting’ He dares you.

‘Aright’ 

You show him a memory of sparring combat.

He was pining you down, his blue lightsaber on your chin. Two of his fingers are solemnly raised pointing at your cuffed wrists above your head. Through the bond you share the thoughts in your head at the moment: your mind is spiraling into his damned fingers, right above your eyes, keeping your hands in place. You think you can still fight him off but the distraction was too great, too much of a liability, so you decide to surrender.

“Pax” you say. 

Your gaze lingers on his fingers as he turns off the saber and clasps it back on his waist.

‘Your turn.’ The projection stops. 

When you look at him he is not quite smiling, but you spot a faint blush on his cheeks. You feel a growing warmth in the bond.

‘That’s cute’

Then you are seeing yourself from afar; your hair is tousled and your clothing is slightly out of place. You are training with Master Windu. Your brows are furrowed in concentration, but Obi-wan’s gaze is spotting the curve of your back when you lean to defend; the dim shadow on your legs when you take a step, marking the muscle beneath.

He notices your tunic is crumpled on your bicep and a thin black strap wraps on your shoulder. He can guess what it is just fine, but knowledge of the garment doesn’t stop the growing desire.

He’s enraptured by the movement of your neck on every breath, the muscles of your shoulders when you raise your saber. He tries to think of your polished warrior qualities, tries to see you strategizing against one of the greatests masters in the temple, but all he can think of is to follow that damn bra strap down your chest and have you gasping for air like you are as he watches.

The memory snaps and now you are the one who’s blushing. 

‘Still lame?’ He questions you. 

You don’t answer, instead you show him the hallway of your personal rooms. It’s late at night, your arms are full of books, walking back from the library on one of Windu’s reading assignments when you halt around the corner. Obi-wan is there, pushing a woman against the wall. She is not a jedi, that much you can tell from the type of dress she is wearing. 

His lips are on hers and by the sounds she makes you guess he is good at it. Her leg is on his waist, one of his hands is climbing up her thigh. You can see how her skin reddens at the contact, but your gaze is locked on his fingers conquering like they own it.

‘Stop it’ He orders you, snapping the image away. ‘I didn’t know you were there’ 

‘It was an interesting discovery’ You swallow at the memory of his hands clutching her thigh. ‘Proof that you are not completely prude’

‘Why did you show me that?’

‘Because you looked hot’ 

Obi-wan coughed, all the masters turned to him with furrowed brows. 

“Rounding the room, a flu is” Master Yoda mused.

“Apologies, master. Please continue.” Obi-wan politely nodded to the elder.

His ears are crimson when he looks at you, but his attention returns to the meeting.

‘Game on, my dear.’ His signature force nuzzles yours.

He shows you the training room again, but this time he is the one you are facing. Your hair is flowing freely on your shoulders, hiding his main distractor: your neck. So he focuses on the task at hand, he attacks and blocks, rises and duks; the sound of your breathing hitching in his brain. He’s bewitched by that rapid motion, in and out with an occasional scoff. Your brows are furrowed and your lower lip is being tortured by your own teeth. He thinks of seeing you like this underneath him, so it makes it come true.

With a wave of his hand your lightsaber is off your grasp.

“Obi-wan!” You whine, further fueling his fantasy.

His feet are quick to unbalance you, grabbing your waist as he guides you to the floor.

You fall on your back agape, your brows furrowed and your eyes decisive. 

You try to raise again and that’s when his lightsaber goes to your chin and his fingers pin your hands above your head.

Straddling you, he looks at you from above.

It’s the same sparring session you showed him, but from his perspective.

Then you are somewhere else but you keep seeing the same: your hands above your head, your furrowed brows. He replays your harsh breathing and the feeling of his hand on your waist, your whines of his name and that damned black strap.

Suddenly your heart is beating too fast, too strong, a sense of relief is drowning your senses as a warm liquid wets your right hand. The only thing you see is a white plain ceiling that reminds you of your own bedroom.

You nearly gasp when you understand what Obi-wan had just shared with you, and the image snaps when the voice of Master Windu echoes in the room.

Your entire body is heating up, both from embarrassment and the knowledge of Obi-wan pleasuring himself to an image of you. You try to disguise your nerves as your head lands back into the meeting. 

“We need an urgent explanation, Kenobi.” Your master urges him.

Your heart stops. And by the look of Obi-wan’s face, his as well.

“Inappropriate, that is. Worried for the youngling I am.” Master Yoda continues. “A path to the dark side, his anger is. Stop him, you must.” 

Obi-wan exhales loudly. To everyone in the room it will pass as a gesture of exhaustion from his padawan, but you know is the fear of getting caught. “Anakin is” his voice is hoarse as he begins, “a very special kid. I am doing everything in my power to make him a good jedi.”

“A community task raising children is. Help you need from your fellow knights.” Yoda looked at you as he spoke.

You nodded in understanding. 

“Back to your padawan, you shall go.” 

Everyone stood up and left the meeting. You waited for Obi-wan just down the hall.

“What was that?” You asked him, still blushing.

“Oh? I thought I was the prude one.” 

He looked around before placing a warm kiss on your cheek.

You leaned against the cold stone wall, desperately needing to cool down.

Part 4

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Okay I might just have a heart attack and experience the same things I just did after reading this

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Part 1 ; part 3

Summary: You are teaching lightsaber forms with Obi-wan but things end up heating up between you.

Tags: Friends to lovers / mutual pining / banter and bad flirting

Warnings: misogyny 👹

Words: 900

Writer’s note: Happy May the Fourth!! Ngl I am quite surprised this is doing numbers and since this story is currently living in my head rent-free, I have written 3 more parts already. I hope you enjoy it aa much as I do 🩵 tysm for the love

“You and Kenobi” Master Windu pointed at the center of the training pit.

With an eye roll you complied. You had been dreading this moment all week: it was time to demonstrate forms of lightsaber combat for younglings, and having been Windu’s padawan, you were appointed to attend.

Taking a step forward, you were already assessing your opponent. You knew his fighting style, after all you had grown up together in the Temple, always put against each other in a healthy competition that the later years had evolved into a constant teasing game, and today would be no exception.

“Form I” Windu solemnly instructed.

Both of you took the training sabers, raising your guards.

“This is the oldest form known, it is also called Shii-Cho, Way of the Sarlacc or Determination Form” Your master explained as you and Obi-wan circled each other with a shit eating grin. “Both hands on the saber and wide movements, this is for fighting multiple opponents…” The master turned to both of you, who kept mirroring. “Well, go”

You attacked first, a long swing and your wooden saber was by his side, missing him by millimeters.

“Too bold” Obi-wan said with an almost disappointed look.

“So I’ve been told” you answered with a smile.

“How can you defend from Form I, Kenobi?” The older master asked.

“Blocking and attacking in fast, precise movements.” Obi-wan mimicked as he said it, and you made a show of dropping the saber and yourself to your knees.

Ever the gentleman, Obi-wan extended his hand to help you up. So you took it.

When you balanced to stand, he pulled you discreetly to him and whispered in your ear.

“Nice sight”

You almost gasped. Never in your wildest dreams would have expected that from him, so when you saw his eyes glinting with mischief and his mouth in a smirk, your brain short circuited. Your mouth opened but before you could say anything, Master Windu spoke.

“Kenobi form III”

Obi-wan complied.

“also known as Soresu, the Way of the Mynock, or The Resilience Form, this is a defensive form, specially from blaster shots”

You attacked in quick, precise movements; Obi-wan blocking all of them.

“Requires full attention and can not be used for long, since it calls for all your senses and will lead you to exhaustion.”

You decided to give him his tease back. “I can think of other ways of reaching that goal” You murmured.

Obi-wan snorted, “Do appoint me in those”

“I’m not taking padawans at the moment”

“I am” he blocked your sword, “no padawan”

“No offense, old friend,” you attacked his neck, “but you kind of stink of newbie.”

He scoffed, stopping your attack with the force. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I see” You made a downward movement, and then up, tipping Obi-wan’s wrist with your saber, making him drop the wooden pole on reflex; with a swing of your hand, your saber is pressed against his elbow. “Your grip is too loose, insecure. You just lost your arm, Kenobi.”

“That was not a jedi move” He bent down to pick up the saber again.

“Aww” you leaned your head to the side, “and you think you’re always gonna fight trained jedi knights?”

“Bite me” he said with an eye roll.

“Oh, I bet you’d like that”

“Behave” Windu spoke again, “May I remind you you are surrounded by children?” He stood between both of you. “You two are dismissed for today.” His deep dark eyes looked down on you with disappointment and a hint of amusement.

“Wait” Obi-wan cornered you down the hall with both hands on the wall besides your face. “I meant what I said back there.” His eyes were focused on your lips.

“What?” Your brows furrowed, “that there’s nothing you can learn from me? Your arrogance has grown, master Kenobi.”

He smirked, “oh, so now I am master? Minutes ago I was a padawan.”

You moved to leave but he gripped your hip, pushing you against the wall.

“You despise me for something out of my control. I was made master after Qui-Gon died and only to teach Anakin. If I could change things I would, all of it; my master’s death, the council, the system, the code. But not you, never you. If it was up to me I’d keep you as you are, challenging and daring; I’d have you leading and teaching. Be certain that I will always use whatever influence I have in changing things for good. For you. Because that is what I have learned by growing up with you.”

An amused scoff left your mouth, “this speech better ends in a kiss, Kenobi.”

“In the middle of the Temple? Scandalous.” He leaned in nonetheless.

“I’ve done worse” you said before being shut up by his own lips.

His hand moved to your jaw, guiding you to him. He was warm and soft, yet strong and demanding all at once. His tongue caressed your lips and you opened your mouth to let him conquer you completely.

A soft moan was trapped in his lips, making him groan.

Before you could make sense of it he was gone. His soft, plush lips were no longer on you and as you opened your eyes, you saw him looking back towards the training room with both eyebrows creased in concern. “It’s Anakin” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours, “he is hurt”

Your chest was moving up and down, air struggling to reach your lungs.

“Go” you muttered.

But he kissed you again, not as long, not as passionate, but intentional. Almost a promise.

“You could use some teaching” you murmured against his lips.

“A jedi is always eager to learn” He winked at you before running back to the training room.

PART 3

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AAAAAAAWWWW THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE

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PART 2 ; PART 3

Summary: young!obi-wan x jedi!reader / Obi-wan tries to flirt with you but gets interrupted by his young padawan / this is fluff and the reader is a tease! Word count: 800 Warnings: none i think ? Read on AO3

You are looking at Chandrila’s night sky when you feel him behind you. “Obi-wan” the name leaves your lips like a request.

“You are up late” he sits next to you.

Your eyes do not leave the stars, “I can never see all this in Coruscant” you exhale, “it’s beautiful” 

Obi-wan scoffs, “you can always take your ship and go for a ride if you miss it” 

You turned to him, one eyebrow already up, judging him. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded.

“I don’t have a ship, master.” you dragged the word like an insult, “Perhaps you should advise the council on the matter.”

A scoff left his lips, “I am no master and I have no authority to take matters to council”

“You will be soon enough” you muttered bitterly, returning your sight to the sky.

“Maybe you’ll beat me to it”

A soft smile crossed your face, “I highly doubt it”

“Why don’t you have a ship?” he asked sheepishly. 

You took a deep breath before looking back at him and leaned back on the bench, “why do you think?”

He scooped closer, his chin almost touching your shoulder, “maybe you are a lousy pilot”

“Am I now?” you teased back, leaning closer.

“yeah, I’m thinking you ran over master Yoda once and you got banned from even sit in a cabin” 

The image made you laugh, “maybe” your eyes dropped to his lips, so dangerously close to yours now.

Obi-wan noticed and backed away. “Is that what happened?” 

“No” you smiled, “nothing really happened.” You hugged your legs to your torso, hiding your face on your knees. “Since I am always on Coruscant, the council does not think I need a ship to space.” 

“It is a proper use of resources, I’d say.” He said, solemn as always.

“Yeah, I guess.” Your head leaned back to the sky, “but I love it so much, I’ve only been there a couple times.”

“Missions?” 

“No” you scoffed, “when I was brought to Coruscant, a few of my own–”

“What do you mean ‘a few of your own’?” 

You turned to see him with eyebrows furrowed, “I have my tricks” you teased.

His bright blue eyes were widened, “what tricks?”

Your shrugged, gazing the stars, “a girl can do a thing or two to get her where she wants to be, I’m sure you understand” 

“I don’t?” There was a glint of amusement in his tone, but also concern.

“Let’s just say that, sometimes some random guy who wants to show off, takes me for a ride in space.”

“Just like that?” 

“Just like that”

“You’re putting yourself in danger, don’t do that” 

“I am a jedi, you know?” you bit back with a hint of annoyment. 

“and they are men”

“men who think I’m pretty and who get me back to the city in hopes to see me again” 

He was silent for a few minutes, before adding, “you could ask some other, mmm, partners” 

“jedis?” you turned to him, hoping he would realize the ridiculousness he had just suggested. 

If this was how he faced threats, he would not live a long life; Obi-wan was nearly trembling next to you, his blue eyes assessing you like you were a menace, shy and self conscious. “Yeah, I’m sure there are jedis who think you’re, ummm, pretty and would, of course, like to, uh, invite you or more like, uh take you–”

“for a ride?” you interrupted his stuttering. 

He nodded and you took it as a cue to lean closer, “you think a jedi knight would take a girl to see the stars on his ship, late at night, when nobody sees them?”

Obi-wan nodded just the slightest.

“you think there are jedi knights who find me pretty?” you bit your lower lip just to torture him further. 

His eyes moved from your eyes to your lips as he nodded.

“Like who?” 

He swallowed, leaning forward, “me, for starters”

You felt your face warming up but you still pressed, “and would you help me see stars, Obi-wan Kenobi?” you asked agape.

He bit his lower lip, his bravado coming back into his body when he whispered, “Any–fucking–time sweetheart.” 

His hand was on your jaw, pushing you towards him when you heard a voice near.

“Obi-wan hates flying, you should ask another pilot” 

“ANAKIN” Obi-wan stood up, walking towards the blond child. “You should be asleep”

The little kid looked up to him, “I am having nightmares again, master Kenobi.” his wobbly voice made your heart break.

Obi-wan exhaled, passing a hand through his face and pushing his hair back before crunching down to the kid’s height. “I’ll be there in a minute and we will meditate together, alright?” 

Anakin nodded, “I am also a pilot, you know?” he asked you, “The best in the Galaxy” 

“I’ll keep that in mind, young padawan” You smiled, standing up and walking beside them. “I should go to sleep as well, good night boys.”

You winked at Obi-wan before turning on your heel and walking away.

PART 2

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O WHEEZED SO BAD BC I'M IN THE SAME SITUATION LMFAO

"I'm gonna close tumblr because I really need to focus on writing for my thesis" ten minutes later "yeah but what if he used the force to guess the color of your underwear"

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SEBASTIAN STAN Behind the scenes of 'Thunderbolts*'

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sexy knights. sexy wounded knights. sexy wounded weary knights. sexy wounded weary knights in the rain. sexy wounded weary knights in the rain pledging their loyalty to you.

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big fan of anything that shuts my brain off for a little while

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🫠

MODERN OBI-WAN KENOBI BOYF HC

I haven’t ever done a head cannon post but with how busy / lazy I’ve been I might post more of these, they’re a lot of fun. probably one for Bucky and Luke skywalker. If you want any other characters just lmk! Make sure to check my request post!

warning: nsfw content (labeled so if you want to skip you totally can)

tea guy, like, it’s crazy. has so many drawers full of boxes and bags. always making you tea to fit whatever mood you’re in

landscaper or teacher, or both. I imagine him teaching younger kids but probably wishes to be a professor of some sort, maybe teaching environmental science.

just really likes plants and flowers but sometimes gets tired of having to craft and trim everything to be perfect so he thoroughly enjoys natural nature and the “overgrown’ aesthetic

Adding onto that, loves to hike, always takes you with and nerds out about the scenery and views.

definitely fosters dogs from the local shelter and takes them on hikes to help leash train them.

unintentionally a pretentious little prick

circle lens glasses and turtle neck combo 24/7

And of course you steal his sweaters ALL THE TIME

Smells like citrus, grass and rain. the warm sun rays and vanilla

Always watching some documentary, or the history channel.

All your friends lowkey want him because he’s. That Guy.

Whenever he blushes it goes straight to his nose, ears and neck.

Frequent at most coffee shops in town so when he started to bring you around it was a big deal for the workers lol, so much gossip. And mild disappointment from the staff knowing obi wan was official taken

Probably hates small talk, finds it tedious and shallow

The most supportive boyfriend in the world, he’s always the first person there to cheer you on

When you started dating him, his cousin/best friend, Anakin, came as a packaged deal. The younger one frequently trailing behind obi wan and now, as you’ve got too closer, you as he’s become a younger brother figure to you.

Not jealous at all, he’s very secure in your relationship and his trust in you is crazy strong. finds it quite amusing when men hit on you in front of him and kinda just lets you play it out.

That is unless you become uncomfortable, he mostly lets you stand up for yourself but if it becomes overbearing he definitely won’t hesitate to cause a small scene.

A big runner and boxer, you’re used to having to help his knuckles heal up from long sessions. As well as joining him on early morning runs if he can get you up and out of bed for it.

He loves art and mostly drew and painted landscapes but after meeting you this sketch book began to fill of pictures of you from every angle possible.

So naturally put together all the time it makes you insecure sometimes

Obviously, obi wan is the best at easing those insecurities. He always notices when you’re feeling off, sometimes even before yourself, so quick to embrace you and whisper exactly what you need to hear.

Another thing, so good with his words??? He always tell you what you need to hear, there’s rarely ever any miscommunication between the two of you because of this and even when they’re are, arguments are not common.

Crazy sarcastic, will say the funniest shit ever with the most monotone face and it just makes it 100% times funnier.

Really likes Taylor swift and David Bowie

Always getting you bouquets of flowers, even arranges them himself sometimes.

“This reminded me of you.”

Such a safe and non-judgemental aura, you’d struggle with asking for help or learning new / seemingly ‘common sense’ things with past relationships in fear of seeming dumb but you feel so safe around obi-wan that those thoughts never cross your mind, always learning new things from him and enjoying how helpful and supportive he is.

Definitely an impala driver, either 40s Chevy impala or the very sleek and fancy 2020 impala premier, probably black and rarely dirty

Not the biggest cuddler in the world but really enjoys naps together, will drape an arm over you but he tends to move around in his sleep so he’s just content with sleeping besides you rather than wrapping limbs

But when he is in the mood to cuddle, it’s mostly on the couch when you decides to binge shitty reality television. He’s usually on his back and you’re laying ontop of his stomach with your ear to his chest

You two constantly binge dating reality shows, always criticizing the other couple and mostly men LOL.

“He did not just say that! Maker, you would have broke up with me then and there.” “Damn right I would.”

You trace all the moles and freckles along his body, obi wan definitely had a skin care routine and moisturizes so I imagine his skin is always so soft

NSFW!

really likes nudes, like the grainy MacBook camera pictures with a matching cute set type nudes (iykyk). Hot and slightly artistic, his favorite.

Doesn’t like porn though, never enjoyed it and it never really got him off, doesn’t like the morals of it either

Also sexting, not his thing. He’s usually more on the serious end when it comes to intimacy but he cannot take sexting seriously LMAOO

lowkey the type to come home from a long day of work and look you in the eye with That Look and you just know what he needs

Thigh guy, the type to take breaks from eating you out by just resting his head fully on your inner thigh and just gaze up at you

Sir / master kink

Will jokingly come up behind you when you’re in the kitchen or something and press his groin to your behind

Just a little tease overall, always doing shit like that and acting all innocent about it

VERY VERY vocal during sex (cough, cough, shallow graves ending scene, COUGH)