#Obi wan x gender neutral reader

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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.

—

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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Hihi! :) could I please request some headcannons for various star wars boys with a really short reader? (Your star wars boys marriage headcannons was so good it urged me to send you this ask hehe 😆)

Various Star Wars Boys Headcanons: With a Short! Reader.

A/N: Hi, thank you so much! I am super sorry for the hella long wait, but unfortunately, between school and work I've had absolutely zero free time. Hope you'll still enjoy this anyway! Also, I fell like I should point out that there are mentions of wearing heels in a few of the headcanons, but it's all still very gender neutral.

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, The Mandalorian\Din Djarin, Poe Dameron, Cal Kestis.

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

-Obi-Wan will probably not even notice your height for quite a while, he's not one to really pay attention to physical appearances. He will only realise how tall he is compared to you once he starts to develop feelings for you, and even then he will never treat it like a big deal. Might not even mention it unless you do it first. 

-Appreciates when you wear heels, not because he thinks you look prettier with them on, he always thinks you're stunning no matter what, but because it really helps his neck and back to not have to lean\look down quite as much. Forgive him, he's not quite as spry as he used to be. 

-But if you wear them because you feel insecure about your height? Obi-Wan will do anything he can to dissuade you from wearing them. Whether with more subtle comments or with showers of compliments, he will absolutely not rest until he is sure you know how amazing you are. 

-If you were to try and climb something because you cannot reach a high place, Obi-Wan will insist on doing it for you. He usually never stops you from doing things on your own, mostly because he doesn't want to overstep; Independence is important and no matter how much he'd rather do everything for you, he knows you have lived most of your life without him, and you are more than capable of looking after yourself, but he really can't refrain himself from helping you when there's a chance you might injure yourself. If you really want to do it on your own, he will understand, but please, for his sake, won't you at least let him stand behind you so that he could catch you if you were to fall?

-Obi-Wan is notoriously almost impossible to fluster, he is too mature and also, but that is something reserved only for you, too suave for it, and although you might have tried in the past, you have never quite found his weakness. Until one day, without even thinking about it, you decided to wear his robe. The instant he came home and saw you, he flushed to the tip of his ears. He is still going to at least try and keep his composure to compliment you as he usually would, but stars above you're killing him.

He's definitely going to stay closer than usual for the rest of the day, and for as shy as he has suddenly gotten, he won't refrain himself, because that wouldn't be fair to you, from showering you in appreciation, just don't tease him or you might actually give him a heart attack. He really isn't used to this after all.

-Even if you are not insecure about it, Obi-Wan will never tease you about your height. Even when he pokes some lighthearted fun at you, he always makes sure to steer clear of the more "serious" things like personality or appearance. He never wants to risk actually hurting you. 

-Obi-Wan absolutely takes the time to help you find shops that sell petite clothing options. Whenever he's travelling, be it with you or because he's on a mission, if he finds himself in a city or market he will make sure to keep both of his eyes open.

He also keeps a list of all the places he deems good enough, with little scribbled stars next to the ones he's positive you'd like. He knows how difficult finding your size tends to be for you, and that more often than not you end up having to make alterations anyway, so he's really glad to make that tedious job easier.

-When the two of you walk next to each other Obi-Wan always watches his strides. A step for him equates to two for you, and he never wants you to get tired by running after him.

Anakin Skywalker:

-Considering his height Ani can, and 100% will, hold the things you were trying to reach for so high above your head that no amount of stretching will be of any help. Don't worry, he's going to give them back even immediately… as long as you are willing to pay the ransom. Which will always consist in a kiss, it is so unoriginal that at some point you started doing it before he even got the chance to ask.  

If you were ever to suggest that he could simply ask for a kiss, you're going to hear a minutes long rant about why he's definitely not going to do that, and how could you make him renounce his fun, he's already a Jedi, have some compassion.

-While hugging Anakin you will be lifted off the ground, and more often than not spun around too. It doesn't matter at all how much you weight, you're still so small, and honestly, he could hold you close for hours on end if he got the chance, do you really expect him to stay bent down for that long? Still, you can definitely tell that he not-so-secretly loves your height difference, even when he uses this as a chance to poke some lighthearted fun at you. 

-Being the voice of reason in your relationship comes with the slight downside that Ani can't stand when your arguments make more sense than his, especially if you start sounding like Obi-Wan. He is not going to get angry at you, but when he's annoyed, he definitely becomes aggravating.

Especially because he loves to pretend that he can't hear you when you're making a good point. What do you expect him to do, he's so tall, and you're so short, of course he can't hear you, maybe you should get a megaphone or better yet, a ladder. On a strangely positive note, if you kick his shins to make him bend down and listen, he's not even going to pretend to be upset about it, but he is going to laugh.

-If all your climbing skills are getting displayed while you're trying to reach something that is a little too high and Anakin is there to witness, you will surely hear cheers and a little too loud encouragements being thrown at you. For once, he's not actually being embarrassing on purpose, and he will help you if you ask him to, but he won't offer to aid you himself, why should he? He knows you're more than capable of doing it on your own, and anyone with even a slight Force affinity would be able to tell that he is more than ready to catch you, but he’d much rather clap for you once you've managed it on your own.

-Ani couldn't care less if you can kick his ass into next week with your eyes closed, he still feels like he needs to shield you from all the dangers of the world. Well, to be honest, he'd still feel that way no matter your height, but he'd be lying if he said that your small stature doesn't intensify his need to hold you close and never let go. Also he really loves feeling like your protector, it makes him feel needed. 

-If you are ever at a concert, event or any other situation that would require you to look at something while in the middle of a crowd, Anakin will either find you a place where you can actually see, or straight up lift you over his shoulders. He doesn't wait for you to ask, and he never complains, and if anyone else tries to make a mean comment about it, he's gonna give them a single look that will make them instantly shut up.

Luke Skywalker:

-Luke always leans or sits down when he's talking to you, he doesn't want to make you feel like he's towering over you, or for you to have to bend your neck to look up for too long. 

-Like father like son, Luke will also pick you up while hugging you, but accidentally. He doesn't even realise the moment your feet start lifting off the ground, and in all probability neither did you, not when you're both melting into each other. If you point it out, he will immediately lower you back down and apologise, and although he will definitely be more careful, he isn't going to let go, he has no problem being the one to bend down.

-Luke has no problem whatsoever with your height, and he pretty much forgets about it most of the time. But there are other times, like when you're curled up while sleeping and you look so small, or when the two of you are holding hands and his engulfs your own, or when you have to ask him to bend down for a kiss, that he can’t refrain himself from finding you… adorable. He never says that out loud in case it might hurt your feelings, or make you think that he doesn't realise what a force of nature you are, but you might still figure it out anyway, when he looks at you like you're the most precious thing he has ever seen.

-On that same note, Luke will absolutely melt if you ever wear something of his. Whether it is a shirt that reaches almost all the way to your knees, or his robe that he gives you when you're cold within which you almost disappear, has little importance, either way his face is going to tint red and a lovesick smile is going to spread across his face, no matter how many times he has seen you before.

-If you ever were to hide behind him for whatever reason, he is going to get comically proud of himself, but really, Luke doesn't often get the chance to feel big and strong, and although he definitely is, he is also often underestimated until he proves himself, also, most of the people he cares for are fighters to the core and extremely independent, so he doesn't often get the chance to be a protector and he will admit without shame, that it feels really nice to know that you look to him for reassurance.

-When you are walking together through a thigh packed crowd, Luke will stand in front of you and shield you with his body. It is one of the very rare times where he doesn't ask for your permission to do something for you, of course you could do it without him, but if he can spare you from even just a single push or elbow to the ribs, if he can prevent even a single bruise, than to him it is worth your indignation. But if you were to thank him for being thoughtful? He's a goner.    

Han Solo:

-It goes without saying that Han wouldn't be Han if he didn't always have a ‘short’ joke ready. 

Although he is uncharacteristically optimistic when facing impossible odds, any other time his cynicism is his most predominant feature, so, say you were to say something along the lines of “Everything is going to be alright.” his response would be that “Of course you're an optimist, you're always looking up.” 

Or if you were to pick a fight with a guy, Han would not be able to stop himself from remarking that “Honestly sweetheart, you should go for it, i'll even bet on you. Of course I've got faith in you! You're the perfect height to punch where it'll hurt most.” before getting the two of you out of the situation.

And of course the evergreen classic “How's the weather down there, Sweetheart?”

-Han calls you anything except your name. His preferred nickname for you is always ‘shortcake’, no matter how serious the circumstances. But, in a situation where your small stature is actually useful, maybe because you fit into a tight space, he will add 'Vertically Efficient’ in front of it; Likewise, when your height ends up hindering you, which let's be honest happens far more often than not, you will get demoted to 'Vertically Challenged Shortcake’. The man is ruthless.

-Han rests his arm on your head often. He doesn't even always do it to jab at you, he genuinely finds it a comfortable position, and I’m not sure whether that makes it better or worse. But he also, when the two of you are alone and he is feeling soft, rests his chin on your head and holds you close.

And let's not forget the forehead kisses, so many forehead kisses. It's easier than bending down to kiss your lips, especially if he is in a hurry, and it also has the bonus point of being the easiest place to reach while he is holding you to his chest.

-Han can, and without a doubt will, pretend to lose you if you find yourselves in a crowd, and he will find it absolutely hilarious. You could be standing right in front of him, maybe even be screaming at him that you are right there and to stop being an ass, and he would still look everywhere except down. If he actually ends up upsetting you, Han will grumble for a few minutes before trying to make it up to you, he really is sorry, he just never knows when to stop.

-As I said before, Han can be quite a bit of an ass when he wants to be, and when it comes to you, oftentimes even when he doesn’t actually intend to be mean. Unfortunately for the both of you, old habits die hard, and it is not rare for him to accidentally piss you off, especially when he gets a great laugh at your expenses.

Like the times he catches you struggling to reach something, and ends up finding your efforts hilarious. You’d have to plead with him for a while, before he makes any move to come to your rescue, and even then he won’t stop laughing until you get angry, you just might end up avoiding asking him all together, and find a solution by yourself.

When Han sees how crafty you can get to reach what you want, he will be genuinely quite impressed, but the best thing that will come out of his mouth will be something along the lines of “I've really gotta hand it to short people… because you usually can't reach it anyway.”

-Sure, Han might tease you to death, but Force help anyone else who dares to, especially if they actually hurt your feelings. He is ready to throw hands without a second of hesitation, and he will make the offender apologise. 

The Mandalorian\ Din Djarin:

-Din never, ever, lets you get on your tippy toes or stretch your neck to kiss him. He will always bend down before you can even try to reach him, you'd almost think he has developed a sixth sense about it, and no matter how much you complain that he must already be tired and that it is no good for his back, he always shrugs and insists that he'd much rather it be his neck rather than yours. He'll forget all about it as soon as your lips touch his anyways, so he really doesn't mind.

-For as terrible as it sounds, Din is quite used to the child's height already, and although you are nowhere nearly as short, it simply means that he is already attuned to looking out for someone much smaller than him. He knows without even having to think about it whether something is a little too high up for you to reach, he instinctively looks for the smallest chair for you to sit on so that your feet won't be left dangling, and is just overall very aware of your size. In a good way, I swear.

-On kind of the same note, every time you wear heels, even more so if it isn't often, he instinctively looks lower than needed to meet your eyes. Din can get quite embarrassed about it and he always tries to adjust his stare as subtly as he can, and although his visor does help, it is not rare for you to catch him raising his head a little. It ends up looking quite silly, mostly because of how unnecessarily hard he tries to hide it, and you end up laughing at it a few times.

-Absolutely no climbing will happen under this man's watch, you could try to while he's asleep and he'd probably still get up to stop you, as I said before, he kind of has a sixth sense about it, it's the dad in him.

Din has no problem at all going out of his way to get you what you need, you won't even have time to try before it's already in your hands, especially if it stops you from trying to balance on three awkwardly piled stools, a cardboard box, a cluster of random objects he doesn't even understand how they're supposed to help, and way too many hopes and prayers. Honestly, he has seen this happen one time exactly, and it took twenty years off of his lifespan. Never again.

-Din truly doesn't want to underestimate you, your height doesn't make you fragile in any way, he knows that, but he still ends up being extra protective of you. One of the things he is the most glad for, is that your shorter stature makes it easier for him to cover you with his body. He's always wearing full body armour, and you most probably aren't, which is why he always thanks the stars every time someone is shooting at the two of you and him moving in front of you is enough to make you practically disappear.

-Din might not be a tailor, but he has mended his fair share of clothing throughout his life, and has become quite adept at it as well. And although he might not be able to make you clothes from scratch, he is more than able, and willing, to help you alter pretty much anything. Sawing with you, chatting about the day's events, maybe while enjoying the calming scenery of a beautiful planet as the child plays just a few meters away, has become one of his favourite ways to spend time with you and simply unwind.

Poe Dameron:

-Poe carries you around constantly, so much so that you fear you might forget how to use your own legs. He insists that considering you always end up on him one way or another, and it is mostly by his own doing with how much he likes having you close, you might as well enjoy the free rides.

But honestly, he kind of lacks the patience to slow down his steps so that you won't have to run after him, especially when he's particularly excited about something. Not that he wouldn't do it of course, he does, but to him it's much more convenient to just scoop you up and hurry to where you want to go.

-At times, when he can't refrain himself from teasing you, Poe will ask you to repeat what BB8 said, that he obviously understood just fine, because: “you can hear him better from down there”. 

His jokes are never mean, and it is rare that he mentions your height at all, but when he does, most of the time it's something along the lines of him hugging or kissing you, and then remarking that he is “appreciating the little things”.

-Poe thinks you are absolutely adorable, and he will say so to your face. With him, no pride will be spared, at all. Why would he anyway, sure, your small stature makes you really cute, but why should that take away from your capability to kick ass? He is a firm believer in taking pride in every aspect of oneself, and when it comes to the greatest person he knows, he wants you to be proud of all that you are.

-On that same note, he will heavily dissuade you from wearing heels if you only do it because you are insecure of your height. You are stunning, and he reminds you of that every chance he gets, short or tall, you are always radiant, no need to be unnecessarily uncomfortable. 

He also not so secretly loves your height difference, but that has nothing to do with his unconditional appreciation of you, although he really does like how well you fit into his chest when he holds you.

-Poe is the type to straight up ask you to wear his clothes. He doesn't know what the word subtle means, and he is really big on communicating what he is feeling and what he likes, so he sees no reason not to outright tell you how hot you look in his oversized shirts. If he already cannot keep his hands to himself for the life of him, be prepared to have him practically glued to your side the entire time you are donning his clothes. 

-Poe will panic if he cannot find you in a crowd. The moment he loses sight of you he is in ‘rescue mode’, even though you are probably not in any danger, nobody kidnapped you in the half second he took his eyes off of you, and you in all likelihood did not get trampled by the crowd. 

It is a bit better if he just lost you at base, he is at least sure you aren't in mortal peril then, but he might still resort to climbing something and call your name to find you as fast as he can. Yes, the people around you will think him insane, and yes, you might be tempted to pretend you do not know him, but please let him know you are alright, poor boy is worried.

-If you are having trouble reaching something, Poe will just lift you up and down to get it. Sure, he could get it for you, and that would be easier, but he doesn't want to do it in your place, unless you ask of course, he's simply trying to be the safer version of climbing a stool. It's also pretty much a constant ‘Simba moment’, which he finds hilarious. 

Cal Kestis:

-Every time he's tired Cal rests his chin on your head, and whenever you are tired, you rest your head against his shoulder. You two are so adorable that it's enough to give everyone who sees you diabetes. Jokes aside, Cal is all about these casual, lighthearted displays of affection, and the fact that you two fit together so nicely is a great bonus.

-Unlike Han, Cal might actually forget to look down if he lost you in a crowd. He isn't trying to tease you, and he finds you quite quickly anyway, but he does have a tiny moment of confusion if he can hear you or sense you, but can't see you. He's going to laugh at himself for a while when he finally looks down and sees you standing there with a disappointed face. 

You'd think that, like Din, he would be used to BD-1’s height, but his little companion is perched on his shoulder most of the time, so Cal might actually try to look behind himself before remembering to look down.

-Cal doesn't immediately come to your 'rescue’ when you're trying to reach something that's a little too high, even if you start climbing, simply because he doesn't want to overstep. You've got it, he knows that. He's just going to continue with whatever he is doing, while also keeping you in the corner of his eye, in case of a fall, and his ears open in case you do call for his help, in which case he will be by your side in a second.

-Cal never means to tease, but at times he might end up doing it accidentally. It's never mean, and it's usually just lighthearted comments about how small you are, never in a negative way. But if you do find it irritating, or you'd simply rather not hear it, you will only have to express it to him once, and he will do his damned best to watch his mouth from there on out. 

-Cal has the time of his life anytime someone underestimates you, whether it is a physical type of fight or a verbal smackdown, he is just glad he gets to be present for it. Seeing them starting out all smug and full of confidence and then watching you kick their, literal or metaphorical, ass into next Thursday never fails to have him in stitches.

He also might or might not end up accidentally, and dramatically, quoting Shakespeare to them, something like "And though she be but little, she is fierce", it's up to you to decide whether you find that flattering or terribly embarrassing.

-Cal always, and I do mean always, wants to share earbuds with you. It's pretty much his unofficial love language, and he has a whole lot of playlists he made for you to listen to together on different occasions. He has a special soft spot for walking around hand in hand, enjoying the sights, and listening to your favourite songs. And he's not going to renounce to this little tradition even when all you have are wired earbuds, and your height difference means he has to walk leaning to the side the whole way. Sure, his back might hurt in a few hours, but the happiness he feels when the two of you get to relax in your shared little world is way more than worth it.

[taska-rokanh]

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

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Padawan!Reader: Confession

Reader: *does fingerguns at Ahsoka*

Ahsoka: *does fingerguns back*

Reader: Did- Did you just say you like me too?

Ahsoka, blushing slightly: yes...

Obi-Wan:

Also Obi-Wan: What-

Anakin, proud: This is how the younger generation confess their feelings for each other

Obi-Wan: you're clearly joking-

Reader and Ahsoka: *violently making out*

[curiouser--and--curiouser]

Could I get an Obi-Wan fic where he finally reveals his feelings for the reader after years of keeping it in? And they both just melt into each other because they can both finally show how they feel

The Red Tie Around Your Hearts

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Summary: You go missing on a dangerous mission and Obi-Wan, who is in love with you, goes crazy with worry.

Fluff, angst, obi-wan having a crisis, love declarations, gender-neutral pronouns.

Warnings: swearing, near death experience.

Word Count: 2.5k words

A/N: Requested by @alaina-b, hope you like it hon, sorry it took so long! I've had one of the longest months of my life travelling here there and everywhere, so hopefully some half-decent ideas have formed in the mean time!

Obi-Wan was losing his fucking mind.

You were missing and it was all his fault. Well, not really, but it certainly felt that way to him.

Why didn’t I go with them? Why did I not protect them?

Obi-Wan paced around the briefing room, the artificial lights invading his senses. They were suffocating him; the whole journey from the hangar to here was suffocating. The creaking metal of the walls and the too-white lights pushed into his mind with every step, reminding him painfully that he was so far from the ground. He was in the vastness of space alone. Without you.

You were a guiding light in his life – always steadfast, always the same. Always that same wonderful person he fell in love with all those years ago.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on when he started loving you. Maybe he always has. You had been best friends since you were padawans. Two young Jedi hungry to learn, desperate to succeed. You were inseparable; you would sneak off every night for some secret meeting of just the two of you. Every shiny, naïve, joyous idea that came into your young heads you said and did and enjoyed. You explored the world around you, eyes wide and gleaming, and no warning lecture from any Jedi Master who caught you could deter this duo. A common thread linked you, a red tie around your hearts. You felt every pull and every tug, every single movement the other took like some kind of precognition. Thoughts and feelings flowed between the two of you without words, a single look into the other’s eyes saying more than the most eloquent bard with pen and paper.

So when the red cord around Obi-Wan’s heart started to get a little tighter every time he saw your beautiful smile, he was naturally fucking terrified.

Attachment was forbidden, feeling something more towards you was forbidden. But the jolt of that string around his heart felt more natural, more real, more true than any of the empty words the Jedi taught him.

He was so confused, so unsure. He tried pulling away from you, but that goddamn cord around your hearts dragged you with him no matter where he hid. You set alight the kinds of emotions he never thought he would feel, but it went against his entire way of life. And yours too. Why would he jeopardise your future in the Jedi Order for his silly little crush? It was your home too and he wasn’t about to cast you out onto the streets. Loving you from afar was far preferable to you risking your jobs for an attempt at a relationship, or even worse, you rejecting him altogether. You were his best friend and he didn’t want to lose you.

But now he was about to.

Why didn’t he take the mission? Why did he let you go? You were adamant to go, this was your operation and you were the commanding officer, so it was your mission to face alone. It was dangerous, sure, but nothing to challenge your expertise. Just a simple grab and go mission. Fly down onto the Separatist ship, grab the stolen holocron, fly back. Easy. What wasn’t easy was getting past the prying eyes of the enemy. But again, nothing to challenge you – you had done it a million times, slipping past battle droids like a ghost. However, this time, there were too many. Fleets of droids were parked in front of your destination – they knew you were coming. Theories of betrayers and weak links in the Republic whizzed through your mind, but you didn’t focus on them. You pushed on – through the ships, through the droids, through the pained shouts of Obi-Wan telling you to just come back. “It’s not that important,” he would shout, but you knew he was wrong. The holocron held vital information pertaining to the Jedi Order and you were not about to leave it in dangerous hands. You swore to protect the Order, and you were sure as hell going to protect it now.

Obi-Wan could only watch from the starflighter as you sped off into the fray, swerving and dodging between the blaster fire, praying to whatever gods were looking down upon you that you would be returned safe to him. And it seemed like they were actually listening to him as you shot down more and more droids, aided by the Republic gunship’s cover fire. As your ship disappeared inside the target cruiser, your comm link stayed open and the painful tie around Obi-Wan’s heart loosened slightly. You were winning and you were going to come home safe to him. You narrated your surroundings to Obi-Wan, the commanders and clones at work between deep breaths as you snuck behind the backs of your foes, swiftly cutting down any droids in your way. Rustles of your hurried searching echoed through the loudspeaker of the control room, until you let out a single breath of relief.

“It’s here.”

Then it all went wrong.

Your comm link fizzled out with a sharp ring and every person in the room waited in silence for you to reconnect. All eyes focused on the loudspeaker before a deafening explosion sounded out. Obi-Wan felt his soul leave his body and the red string around his heart knot shut. He ran to the massive windows at the front of the starship only to see blinding fire. An orange glow bathed the entire control room as the Separatist cruiser you boarded exploded into flames. Gasping for air, Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered to every corner of space in front of him, desperately searching for anything to signal your escape. Yet he found nothing.

No, no, no, no, no. Please gods no. Not you. Not now.

His feet moved before his brain could register it. Obi-Wan was sprinting out of the control room to board any available ship in the hangar. He even ordered a squad of clones out of their ship with an uncharacteristic shout and took off in it to search for you. He’d apologise to them later. You were more important to him.

Shouts of objection by the other commanders flooded through his comms to the point where Obi-Wan turned it off with a slam of his fist. He flew around the wreckages of droid ships with a speed bordering on hyperspace, but found nothing. No sight of you. No sight of your ship.

Gods, no. Fuck, where are you?

He flew faster still, his steering getting faster and jerky, checking every nook and cranny of the charred shell of the target cruiser from which the explosion emanated. At this point he was barely using his eyes, only the tug of the cord connecting you both, trying to pull and follow it to its end where he would find you. The cord wasn’t cut, he could still feel the faintest connection between you both… he just couldn’t find you.

Please, no. Y/N don’t leave me.

Suddenly, blaster fire skimmed off the roof of Obi-Wan’s ship. The Separatists had found him. It took every single bit of strength in his mind and body to drag himself away from his search and retreat back to the Republic ship. The red cord got longer, you felt far away, almost out of sight.

So now here he stood, on the verge of a breakdown in the middle of a briefing room with nearly all hope lost. Various commanders and clones tried to discuss their next moves in the mission, but he paid attention to none of it. He couldn’t focus on anything other than the pain and worry radiating throughout his entire body. Tears brimmed in his eyes, threatening to fall as his heart got heavier and heavier in his chest. The only words that got through was an admiral’s strong suggestion to retreat. Anger flared in Obi-Wan’s eyes as he spun around ready to fight anyone who would even consider leaving you lost in the coldness of space. He argued back and forth with a cutting intensity, but deep down he knew the admiral was right. The first mission of the Jedi was to protect and Obi-Wan had to protect his soldiers. But he couldn’t abandon you. That fucking red string was getting thinner, only a couple of fraying threads remained. The slightest tug could break it and you would be lost forever.

“General Kenobi, we must flee now. The Separatists are still out there.”

“I am aware of that Admiral, but we need to stay and fight.”

“Sir, we can’t. We are low on fuel and our shields are failing. I know General L/N is important to you, but we must leave now.” Of course they all knew, it was impossible to miss the fact the two of you were attached at the hip, the way you would talk about each other. They knew there was probably something going on between the two of you, but respected you both enough to leave you to it. Thus, they also knew that Obi-Wan was only acting out of pain. He was an excellent Jedi and a compassion commander to all his clones; he was not usually like this. It was clear the route of his anger the potential loss of you. But that didn’t make the anger go away. The fire in his eyes got darker as he stepped forward to the admiral.

“Now listen here. That is no concern of yours.”

“I mean no offense, General, but you must be realistic.”

“I am. I am being realistic and we need to stay.”

“L/N is gone, or else they will find a way themself-“

“No! They are not gone, they are still here.”

“Sir, please-“

“I won’t leave them!”

Suddenly, the blast doors opened and Obi-Wan swore he was dreaming. There you stood right in front of him. Singed and battered, your robes covered in soot and a small amount of blood dripping down the side of your face. You can’t be real, Obi-Wan thought, they are gone, they are dead. This had to be an apparition, some trick his grief playing on him. But you walked through the doors just like you, and looked just like you, and smiled at him just like you. Your eyes bored into his and made his heart clutch in his chest. It was you. You were okay.

Wordlessly, you dragged your eyes away from Obi-Wan, glanced around at the room full of officers. Your gaze fell upon the Admiral you had heard through the walls in deep debate with your fellow Jedi. Your hand burrowed on your pocket for a second until you withdrew a glowing blue palm-sized cube; the holocron. A gasp rang through the room at your victorious mission and you tossed the holocron to the Admiral who only just to caught it in his own hands. You gave him a light knowing smile and nodded your head towards the door. Understanding flashed across his face instantly as he began to quietly usher out the rest of the officers with a smile of his own.

Soon, only you and Obi-Wan remained. The tension in the air was palpable. You just stood gazing at each other, barely believing they were stood here with each other again. Neither of you know who moved first, but soon you were both running full tilt at the other and colliding. Hard. Arms went flying everywhere as you pulled each other into a bruising hug, pushing all their shared pain, anger and relief into it. Nothing else mattered now. Only the two of you. Both your pairs of legs buckled underneath you as you lowered down onto your knees, continuing the hug. After what felt like hours, Obi-Wan pulled away, staring down into your tired eyes. A tear ran down his face as he cupped your face with his large calloused hands. His thumbs brush along your cheeks, wiping away your own tears. He was so fucking relieved. The flurry of emotions inside of him blurred his mind of all common sense, only following what felt good. And you felt so damn good. Without another thought, his moved his head down and captured your lips with his. You were caught off guard, lost in the feeling of finally being back in his arms. Back home. Your eyes fluttered shut and your lips moved in tandem with his. You melted into each other grabbing at anything at all, losing yourselves in the feeling. All of a sudden, Obi-Wan pulled away, leaving you breathless and seeing stars.

“I love you, Y/N” he admitted, staring deep into your gorgeous eyes. “Darling, I’ve loved you for so long. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same, but I wanted - needed - you to know.” A beaming smile rose on your face, stretching all the way to your ears. You reached up and pushed back a loose strand of hair, threading your hand into his hair as his eyes closed with a sigh.

“I love you too, Obi-Wan,” you replied as his eyes instantly shot open at your words. His smile matched yours as he hugged you again, this time fully encased in joy. You laughed lightly at his antics as you gripped onto him like a lifeline, your exhaustion from the mission starting to get the better of you. Eventually, Obi-Wan pulled away again, but looking more sorrowful this time, more tears falling.

“I was so scared, darling,” he rambled breathlessly. “Fuck, I was terrified I’d lost you. I went out, I couldn’t find you, I looked everywhere, I thought you were dead, you should be dead, fuck, what happened, how are you here-“

Immediately, you brought your hands to cup his face, noticing his panic and trying to calm him down. You stroked along his cheekbones lightly, bringing him back down to you. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m okay,” you whispered to him lightly. “The holocron was booby trapped, they knew we would try and retrieve it. Some kind of self-destruct thing I think. Try and blow us up with it. But it’s okay, I got out, I got to my ship just in time and hid until it was safe. I’m here. I’m okay. I’m safe.”

Your words soothed Obi-Wan as you brought him down from his panic attack. He encircled you with his arms, pulling you onto his lap so your bodies were as close as physically possible.

“Please, never leave me again,” he whispered, barely audible over the thrum of the ship around you.

“I will never leave you,” you replied, more truthful in your words than ever before. “I’m yours.”

Your lips melded together again, saying everything that had been unspoken for years. Gods, the years have been long, skirting around your feelings for each other. But now you could be freely in love.

The red tie around your hearts was repairing, untangled and unfrayed. It was strongest when you were together. The ribbon looped in a beautiful bow and your hearts beat as one, never to part again.

[ghostofskywalker]

A Chance Taken

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader (they/them pronouns)

Words: 1,772

Summary: It took a long time to get over the boy that you used to spend time with in the Senate building, but your lives took you in separate directions. But when he shows up during the Clone Wars with a dire warning for your planet, you don’t want to let him go without telling him how you feel.

flower and meaning: baby's breath || reconnecting with a lost love

Requested by: @mayo-advance

Note: this is my july work for the @yearofcreation2023, because i thought this request fit perfectly for one of my flowers :)

Year of Flowers Masterlist • Obi-Wan Kenobi Masterlist

You were fifteen years old the first time you met Obi-Wan Kenobi, and you immediately liked him. Being the child of a senator meant that you spent a lot of time on Coruscant, and that you had much more contact with the Jedi than other citizens of the Republic. Spending your days wandering the Senate building had long since lost its appeal, and you were grateful any time he was around because his master was sent on behalf of the Jedi to attend business at the Senate. Barely a year older than you, he would always have exciting stories about the adventures he had been on with his master, and the Jedi way of life was always fascinating. 

The Force was never kind enough to make its mark on you, but you were content enough with your connection to the boy you considered one of your best friends from the moment you crossed paths. What you offered him was a momentary escape, just as much as he offered the same to you. The hidden alcoves and secret rooms of the Senate Building were no mystery to you, and often the two of you would spend time just sitting around in these spaces. Every second of his time was valuable, and it made you happy knowing that he chose to spend some of that precious freedom with you. 

Sometimes you wondered whether he felt the same affinity for you that you did for him, but that query was always answered when he would arrive at the Senate building, full of things he wanted to tell you. You had asked him if there were other padawans that he spent time with, but the answer was no. Most of the other young Jedi were much younger than him and had not yet been assigned a permanent master yet, and the ones that had were never back at the Temple at the same time he was. You shared his experiences, noting that you were often the youngest person in the Senate building at any given time. 

The two of you promised each other that you would remain in touch, and you believed that it would always be the case, but as time went on, you saw him less and less. Growing older meant that Qui-Gon could take him to new places and didn’t have to spend as much time on Coruscant between travels, which meant that the only time you really saw Obi-Wan was in passing. 

And the Trade Federation made things even worse, which you were not happy about. Tensions between them and the Senate, along with your growth into adulthood, was what ultimately led to the decision that it would be best for you return to your home planet rather than stay in the Senate district. You didn’t see the danger, but it didn’t matter. Soon the chance of seeing Obi-Wan Kenobi again fell to zero, and you had to move on with your life.

A feat that you soon learned to be nothing short of impossible. 

You had always harbored feelings for him, as much as you tried to push those down. He was a Jedi, there was no way he could ever return the affections you held. Delusions of a future with Obi-Wan Kenobi chased you no matter how hard you tried to forget, and it took years for you to even begin to move on. 

You just never expected that all of your progress would go down the drain a year into the Clone Wars, when a Republic transport ship touched down outside your parents’ home. 

You had parted ways for the last time when you were twenty, and now, over fifteen years later, your life was very different. You had taken on a public policy role after finishing your education, and most of your days were spent in meetings with various councils and leaders as you tried to solve the issues that your people were facing. It was leaving one of those meetings that you saw him again, walking through the hallways of the building with another Jedi. 

“Obi-Wan?” you couldn’t help the shock that escaped your mouth as you approached him. “What are you doing here?” 

“That’s Master Kenobi to you,” the other Jedi cut in, a scowl on his face. He looked younger than your friend, but their eyes were equally as tired. 

“It’s okay Anakin,” Obi-Wan said. “They can call me by my first name.” 

After official introductions were made, you led the two Jedi into a conference room and asked if they wanted anything to drink (which they refused, as you expected). “Now, what can we do for you here?” you asked, hoping that you would finally be afforded some answers as to why a figure from your past has reappeared without warning. 

“There’s rumors that this planet is going to be next on the list for a calculated Separatist attack, and we wanted to warn you that this could mean violence against your people.” 

“I don’t know what we can do to stop them,” you said softly. “Military power was never something we had in abundance, and I know that we have no intention or desire to join their cause.”

“We may be able to help with that,” Anakin said. He seemed to have warmed up to you after he learned that you and Obi-Wan had known each other for a long time. “The Republic can provide a team of soldiers to protect you and other government officials, as well as some form of protection around the planet as a whole, to hopefully keep any attacks from reaching you on the surface.” 

You nodded. It had always been the goal of your government to keep the war as far away from your people as possible (even though you were not technically neutral and donated whatever you could to the Republic’s war fund). If this warning were true, it meant that now your people would be move involved (against their wishes) should the war come to your doorsteps. But at the same time, if the Separatists were to attack and you did not have any kind of protection, it would mean the damage would be so much worse. 

“Thank you for letting us know,” you said. “If the Republic is willing, we would gladly accept your help.”

Both men nodded, and the two Jedi got up from where they were sitting. “If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to reach out to us,” Obi-Wan said, a smile on his face. 

It then dawned on you that this meant they would be leaving, and you did not want to give up this chance to reconnect with your long lost friend. “Wait!” you said, getting up and walking towards them. “I can’t let you leave without first offering that you stay here longer. For a meal, perhaps?” 

Anakin began to shake his head. “I don’t-” 

“Please, I insist,” you countered, not even waiting for him to finish his thought. You needed a chance to talk to Obi-Wan and you couldn’t just let him leave, especially when there was a significant chance that you would never see him again. 

“As much as I wish we could stay, I’m afraid that we are needed elsewhere,” Obi-Wan said, and your heart dropped to the ground so quickly that you missed the clear regret in his voice. 

You forced a tight smile, trying not to let your disappointment show. “I understand.” 

But apparently the galaxy had decided to afford you this favor, because Anakin’s comm device began to beep as they were walking towards the door. He stepped out of the room, and suddenly you were alone with Obi-Wan. 

And maybe that was a bad thing, because you decided to do something so bold you wouldn’t have believed it if your future self had recounted the story to you three months prior. 

“I’ve always loved you, you know that?” you said, a soft smile on your face as you looked at him. Despite the fact that the two of you were no longer the fresh-faced children that used to hide away in the Senate building, you still saw that version of him every time you looked into his eyes. “And I’ve finally accepted that you can never say it back to me, but I couldn’t let this chance slip by without telling you, because every time I look at you I feel like you’re the solution to every problem I’ve ever had.” 

Your confession was clearly a shock, and you waited for the disgust to flash across his face. It was inevitable, or at least you thought it was. 

Because you were certainly not expecting him to reach out and take your hand. “I know you think I could never return your affections, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. When I found out that you were no longer living in the Senate district on Coruscant, it broke my heart because I thought for some reason you didn’t want to see me anymore,” he said. “And I’ve always kept my feelings bottled up inside me because I thought that’s what I had to do, but after seeing you again, I don’t think I could do that anymore even if I tried.”

“But-” you stammered, not sure if you were dreaming at this point. “You-” 

“Surely you remember the Jedi Master I trained under?” he asked, a smile on his face. “If there’s one thing I learned from Qui-Gon other than how to wield a lightsaber, it’s that the Jedi Code can sometimes be overlooked.” 

“So what does this mean?” you asked. “You can’t just leave the Order.” 

“I would leave the Order in a heartbeat for you,” he said. “And I have every intention to, when the war is over.” 

You smiled as a tear formed in your eye. You had always admired his sense of duty, and you still did, even if it was costing you precious moments with him. “So I’ll see you again?” 

He laughed quietly as he leaned in and placed the softest of kisses on your lips, and it was over way too quickly for you liking. “I’ll come find you the moment this is all over, how about that?”

You nodded, stealing another quick kiss before Anakin stepped back into the room. As you discreetly wiping a tear from your face, the two of you pulled away from each other before the other Jedi could suspect anything. 

And as you watched their transport ship take off, you couldn’t help but hope that Obi-Wan would be making good on his promise sooner rather than later.

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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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[unmaskthewriter]

Ocean Eyes {Anakin Skywalker x GN!Reader}

A/N: Welcome back, dearest reader! I wrote this on the spur of the moment late last night and this morning, the song came to me: ocean eyes by Billie Eilish

I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, published and/or translated on any platform including Tumblr.

Summary: You watch the rise and fall of your best friend and love, Anakin Skywalker.

Word count: 1336

Warnings: mentions/depictions of violence, reader is blind

GIF not mine, credit due to stylesluxx

I’ve been watching you for some time

Can't stop staring at those ocean eyes

You wait patiently in the sparring area overlooking Coruscant. Obi-wan Kenobi was on another domestic dispute mission which left you in charge of training his Padawan while you were away. Of course, he could have taken him if he wished to bore Anakin with yet another domestic dispute. These opportunities allowed you time with your favorite Jedi in training.

You were only knighted months ago at the young age of 21. Anakin was jealous of course, but you had to remind him you were older and therefore naturally ahead of him. You and Anakin grew up together in the Jedi temple, growing closer over the years. Of course, the two of you danced the fine line between friends and something more. You knew you both made a commitment to the Jedi but there was no denying your feelings.

“You know, if I didn’t care for you, I don’t think I’d put up with such an excuse.” He would say. You heard his footsteps long before he entered the room.

“You walk heavy, Anakin. Does something trouble you?” You ask, turning to face him. He lets out a soft sigh, looking away for a moment.

“Would it be worth it to lie?” He smirked. You chuckle and shake your head, approaching him as you reach for your pocket.

“I would like to try something different today.” You revealed a blindfold, raising it up and tying it over your eyes. You step back, allowing your bare feet to read the room and energies.

“This lesson is no different than the training droids we used in earlier training. Only this time, there is a live target.” You explain with a nod, giving the padawan permission to begin.

“Aren’t you going to use your lightsaber?” Anakin asked, a little confused, “I’m not going to fight a defenseless opponent.” He argued.

“This isn’t about me being defenseless Anakin. Be mindful of the force. The Force will guide me. Let’s begin.” You insist as the buzz of his lightsaber alerts you. He rushes toward you, preparing the first blow.

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Ten years have passed and much has changed between you and the Skywalker. After the bombing of the Jedi Temple hangar, your sight had been taken from you. Of course, you knew Ahsoka, Anakin’s padawan, to be innocent from the very start. You never once blamed her, but you felt a change in Anakin after she left the Jedi order. He came to visit you frequently in the medical bay shortly after the attack.

Burning cities and napalm skies

15 flares inside those ocean eyes

“How do I look?” You attempt to joke. Beneath the wrappings, your eyes were shut and heavily scarred.

“Would it be worth it to lie?” You could hear him chuckle. You feel a dip in the bed beside you, and you weakly push yourself up. There’s a moment of silence between you two as the heavy truth lingers. You had lost your sight. You could sense the weight that Anakin had been carrying. Guilt, Anger, Hate.

“No use… how is Ahsoka? I heard they’re putting her on trial.” You quickly change the subject, hoping to deflect the attention from yourself.

“Yes, and the Council has already refused to listen to your testimony!” Anakin fumes. You reach for his hand.

“Ani-“

“I have to prove her innocence, {Y/N}. She’s my padawan, I know she wouldn’t do this.”

“Be mindful of these feelings. It is only natural to feel anger towards the Council right now. You will learn the truth and bring justice not only to me, but to Ahsoka and the others who suffered that day.” You tell him with a great sense of confidence.

“Thank you, Y/N, for always having confidence in me.” Anakin spoke, placing a gentle kiss to your bruised knuckles.

All of those blindfolded lessons with Anakin had served their purpose.

Now, you were hiding in the harsh desert world of Tatooine. You had made a home for yourself just outside of Mos Espa, filled with small wares and simple comforts. You made a living trading and selling scavenged parts and wares to various people of all walks of life. After the events of order 66, the Jedi had scattered across the galaxy, going into hiding from the rising Sith Lord, Vader. There were rumors of a fellow Jedi in the Jundland Wastes, not that you’d ever seek him or her out. Safety was not in numbers among the Jedi these days. The less attention you attracted, the better off you were.

Your heart ached at the thought of the Sith Lord you had once considered a great friend, perhaps even more. Every flashback, even these odd ten years later, would still make you wince.

You ‘saw’ what he had become that night, and it frightened you.

You really know how to make me cry

When you give me those ocean eyes

You were in the Jedi Temple teaching a group of younglings when the clone troopers entered your classroom.

“Yes?” You asked, feeling as though something was off. You could hear the moving of their blaster rifles and you immediately jumped out, saber drawn and deflecting their bullets. The children had all hid behind you, mortified. After defeating the clones in your classroom, you swiftly led the children through the halls, taking down any clones that had crossed your path. Luckily for you, being blind has taught you to rely on your other senses. You could feel footsteps and hear from a long distance away.

You gathered the younglings that you could find, and had almost made it to the temple entrance when he entered. You almost couldn’t tell it was him, there was such a disturbance surrounding him. You felt something evil and elusive. A sith.

“Children, go!” You shouted. Luckily, a few other Jedi had been nearby. Two had broken off to usher the younglings to safety. Whoever it was, they walked closer and without much warning, grabbed your hand. You tilted your head, confused and felt his skin.

“Ani?” You ask, composing yourself and gripping your saber tighter with your free hand.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were-“

“No, I’m here. Ani, please. Do not lie to me.” You speak softly. With a single hand, you reach out and place a hand on his chest. You feel the turmoil, the whirlwind of emotions. He gently grasps your shoulders.

“You shouldn’t be here-“

“Anakin, I won’t allow you to do this.” You insist, taking a step back as tears come to your eyes, “Snap out of this. We can help you… I can help you.”

“The Jedi cannot help me no more than they can help themselves, {Y/N}. Join me, together we can rule the galaxy-“ He takes a step towards you, hopeful. You back away, trying to increase the distance between you two.

“Ani…” You warn, raising your saber slightly. Your fingers tighten around the grip until your knuckles turn white. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Whatever path this is, I cannot follow. For the sake of myself, the younglings-… I loved-“

“Then you’ve given me no choice.” His face darkens.

“Don’t try it.” You warn. His lightsaber hums to life and you nod to him. You return your saber to its hilt on your waist and take a deep breath.

“So be it.” You respond as he charges toward you. You do not move, but allow the saber to pierce your stomach. A small grunt of pain escapes your lips as he pulls the saber out, looking down as you collapse to your knees. Your clouded eyes search desperately for him. Anything that the Force would allow you to see, but nothing. He pushes you down to the floor with the tap of his foot before moving onward, leaving you for dead. Or so he thought.

I’m scared

I’ve never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

[book-place]

Old Days

Warnings: Obi-Wan Kenobi episode 1 spoilers, mention of character death, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: After reuniting with an old face from his past, Obi-Wan must come to a decision that will change the course of the rest of his life

A/N: Yes, this is short. Yes, I am going through a writers block. Yes, I just wanted to get this out bc I love the show sm so far

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Obi-Wan’s footsteps came to a halt as he froze in his place, staring down at the small red screen on the machine, with wide eyes, knowing that it meant that somebody had entered his makeshift home.

Hesitantly, he crept in through the opening, glancing around the corner as his instincts that he had worked so hard to push away kicked in.

Subconsciously, he began reaching for something that no longer was hanging on his belt. Something that hadn’t hung on his belt for years.

Peering around another corner, his slightly narrowed eyes landed on a hooded figure who had their back to him, but they straightened up as if they heard his silent footsteps.

The man braced for whatever was about to come, only to falter when he came face to face with a person he thought he would never see again. You.

“Y/n.” He breathed out, eyes going wide.

You smiled gently at him, lowering your hood, “Hello, Obi-Wan. I figured you would’ve sensed it was me, though.” You teased playfully.

“I don’t go by that name here, it’s Ben now.” The man mumbled, ignoring your last comment as he shuffled by you and discarded his robe on his bed, refusing to make eye contact.

He heard you sigh, “Listen, I know that I shouldn’t be here-“

Ben whirled around, months of bottled up anger finally getting the best of him, “You’re right. You shouldn’t be here.” He seethed, “It’s dangerous for the both of us.”

You glanced down at your feet, biting your lip as you felt guilt slowly begin to pool up in your stomach, “I know.” You said softly, now being the one to refuse to meet the older man’s gaze.

The ex-jedi felt his features soften as he looked over at you, a person he once knew, “It is good to see you, Y/n.”

You took a deep breath, lifting your head up to face him again, “You know why I’m here.”

“They sent you?” His right eyebrow raised even though he didn’t even have to ask to know that Leia’s adopted parents had sent you to try and convince him to help find her.

Nodding your head, you took a step forward, bringing your hands up almost in a begging manner, “Please, Mast- Ben.” You caught yourself, “If not for me, then for him.”

Ben stiffened even more, “I left that life behind me long ago, and if you knew what was good for you then you would as well.”

“I loved him too, you know.” Your statement caught him off guard as he looked at you, startled, “He was my brother just as much as he was yours.”

While Anakin had been Obi-Wan's apprentice, you had been Anakin’s.

“I can’t.” His voice broke, hands trembling at his sides as he tried to calm himself down.

With a sad shake of your head your eyes found their way back to the ground once more, “The Obi-Wan I knew would never back down from helping a person.”

“The Obi-Wan you knew has been dead for a very long time.” Came his shaky reply.

You allowed your head to nod slightly, sighing a bit, “I understand… I suppose I just didn’t want to do it alone… I just wanted it to be like old times.” He wasn’t meant to hear the last part as your voice quieted down, but the words were clear as day to him.

“We can never go back to the old days, Y/n.”

You let out a small, sad laugh, “I know.”

Allowing your eyes to lift back to the man you had once looked up to more than anything, you let yourself give out one last shaky breath, “Goodbye, Ben.”

With that, you strode past him and made your way towards the door.

“Wait.” The word appeared to have startled both you and Obi-Wan, who hadn’t been expecting himself to say that, “I… I’ll come with you.”

A small smile made its way onto your face, “I knew I could count on you.”

As he gazed upon your face, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of responsibility, one he had felt towards you when you were much younger and still a padawan learner, and no matter what he knew he couldn’t let you face whatever lied ahead by yourself. Not anymore.

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[gonzo-rella]

Imagine: Being Han’s Sibling and Han, Luke and Obi-Wan Realising You Are Force-Sensitive

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Han Solo x gn!sibling!reader (familial), Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!reader (platonic), Luke Skywalker x gn!reader (either platonic or romantic; you decide!)

Warnings: None! (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: Welcome to my first attempt at an imagine; let me know if you have any imagine requests! I had this idea while I was rewatching A New Hope. I thought the idea of Han having a Force-sensitive sibling was pretty neat, and I’d love to continue this idea in other fics.)

Luke hissed when he got blasted by the training remote. It ceased fire.

“Can I have a go?” you requested, almost cheering up Luke with your childlike question.

Luke handed you the lightsaber, now switched off.

“Be my guest.” he grumbled.

Obi-Wan watched you with an unnerving curiosity. “Say, Y/N-” He stood up and turned away from you momentarily. “Why not try it with this?”

He turned back to face you and handed you a helmet with its blast shield down.

You furrowed your brows. “How am I supposed to see?”

“You’re not.” he replied simply. “I’m sure you won’t need to rely on your sight.”

Han rolled his eyes and glanced over at Obi-Wan. “Their instincts are only good for gambling, old man. You’re just setting them up to get a bunch of holes blasted into them.”

Obi-Wan didn’t reply, causing Han to scoff. You activated the lightsaber while Luke fixed the helmet onto your head. The training remote started up.

At first, you got hit in the shoulder and shin, but, slowly but surely, you began to deflect the blasts with relative ease. Han’s brows knitted. Meanwhile, Luke’s jaw was agape, his eyes just as wide (an expression that didn’t even change when he got blasted in the foot). Obi-Wan wore a knowing smile.

The training remote ceased fire once again, as did the lightsaber in your hand.

You removed your helmet and grinned at the men.

[miseries-mistress]

HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT A HEART | OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: Four hours. That's how long it's been since order 66 was executed. Four hours since you witnessed the murder of the younglings, there high-pitched screams on a constant loop inside your broken mind. Four hours since you've fought Anakin, or what has taken his place. Four hours since the place you once called home was turned into a graveyard, the lifeless bodies of your family painting red on the pristine white walls where you grew up. Four hours. That's all it takes for the person you once were to wither away inside you, leaving nothing but a hollow shell of what you once were.  

Warnings: ANGST, really that's all there is, gender-neutral reader, a pinch of fluff (i think), sad obi :/, f/n = fake name, violence, child murder, betrayal, death, give my man obi-wan a break. WC: 2277

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The hotel. It's quiet and unpopulated, a perfect place to lay low. The hushed and dull foreign land couldn't provide better cover for two fugitives. 

The ride to the hotel was filled with silence and not the comfortable kind either. On the contrary, it was solemn and desolate, filled with nothing but pent-up despair. 

The last four hours have been incomparable to anything you've ever experienced in your life and by far the most traumatic. It trumped believing Obi-Wan was dead, Ashoka leaving the order, the people of Coruscant conjecturing you a murderer, and the Council almost expelling you from the order. This, by far, was much, much worse. 

The pain and agony you've felt through the Force for the past four hours has subsided to a buzz of emptiness and defeat. The light you were connected to that you fought with and for was reduced to a dull hum. Today was a day of failure, and you can't find it in your heart to disagree with it. 

Order 66.

The younglings.

Anakin.

Padme. 

That's what took root in your mind, rotting away at it like a parasite. You had been watching over the younglings at the request of Master Yoda as they trained. You took that time to meditate, as you always did. Today started no different from any other. 

At first, you sensed it in the Force. The overwhelming tyrannizing feeling that made you feel small and insignificant overtook the purified light that filled the Temple. It was like a gas, poisoning everything in its path and filling it, claiming it as its own. You felt death. It hung over your heart like a dark cloud as it continued onwards to every crevice of the place. Then, you heard it, the sound of blaster shots bouncing off the walls. 

You felt the oppressing weight of the dark side draw near, and you broke out of your meditative state in an instant. The younglings watched you, their eyes were drawn together, and you could feel the fear emanating from them. They looked up at you as someone much wiser than them to help them and guide them through the surge of dark energy flowing around the Temple. They trusted you. They trusted you with their lives. 

The rest of the events remain choppy in your brain, almost like it's fervently trying to suppress such a traumatic event to keep you sane.

Anakin wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to bring the clones that you've grown to accept into your family. The same soldiers you had been off-world not even two weeks ago. 

They trusted you. 

You fought Anakin, your brother, the only man besides Obi-Wan you would call family. You two caused trouble everywhere you roamed, disappointing the Council in the process, but you didn't care as long as you were together. The blade you once crossed in training was now swinging at you with renewed intent to kill. 

You bore witness to the children's screams, their ear-splitting cries for help as they were relentlessly slaughtered. With each calculated shot, you felt their life force snuffed out within seconds. You heard their small bodies fall limp onto the once pristine tile, now covered in crimson liquid spilling from their lifeless bodies, their eyes glassy, reflecting their home's intricately crafted marble ceiling. 

You and Anakin dueled, your lightsabers clashing together. The whirls of the bright lights making contact, and the thrumming of the deadly blade, filled your ears like a symphony of cruelty. You should have known you could never beat Anakin in a duel where he was filled with the intent only Sith deal in, something that shook your very being. 

Your limbs grew weary from the prolonged fight. Anakin's constant barrage of attacks weighing on you much heavier than you would care to admit. You felt it before you saw it. The feeling of your flesh being boiled from the blow he had dealt you was enough for the pain to cloud your vision, filling your head with an unfamiliar buzz. Your abdomen was scorched straight across, with blood pouring from the wound. The flesh burned as it was met with the polluted air, causing the agony to intensify tenfold. Finally, the pain had caused you to black out entirely. 

You were found by Obi-Wan and Master Yoda sometime later, lying in a pool of your own blood. When he awoke you from your unconsciousness, you engulfed Obi-Wan in a hug, desperate for contact after all you and he had witnessed. Your hands clawed at his robes, desperately savoring the warmth and light surrounding you. Master Yoda didn't seem the least surprised, and you were thankful that he had neglected to ask questions about you and him. 

Obi-Wan tended to your wounds, placing Bacta Pads across your stomach before wrapping it in gauze. As he did so, he explained the situation to you. You listened, remaining detached from your emotions as he spoke. He left thirty minutes later for Mustafar. 

An hour after Order 66, Padme died in childbirth. You were with her, holding her hand as she pushed out twins, her screams of pain ringing in your ears. She used the last of her breath to announce the names of the children, Luke and Leia. Then, her hand, which once gripped yours for dear life, slackened. The once vibrant life force that filled with so much light and love was gone a second later, leaving only a corpse behind. She was gone.

"We're here," Obi-Wan spoke, his voice lacking its usual warmth, prying your mind away from earlier events. He was just as tired and empty as you, having to keep his emotions tight to his chest while Padme died, while Yoda spoke to him of his new purpose, waiting until you two were alone. Where he could open up his heart and express the building agony in it to you. Somewhere where no one could hear or see the great General Kenobi be reduced to nothing more than a man. It was heartbreaking to watch him unravel many times before in the confinement of your apartment, a place where he knew he was safe and at home. But if you asked him, he would say that it was never the place but you that he was most at home with. You are where his heart lies, where he felt like he could be the most authentic version of himself. Not a general, not a Jedi Knight or a Council Member, but just Obi-Wan Kenobi, a man who felt like he was nothing more than a Padawan, stumbling through life with way too many responsibilities placed on his aching shoulders.

Now, with his entire life stolen from him by a man he regarded as a brother, Obi-Wan felt lost for the first time in his life, drifting through the cosmos without a definite purpose for moving forward. The Jedi, the order, as much as it was yours, was his entire life. He knew not of anything else, of being free from the chains the code had placed around his neck. But, with that same chain being severed, the freedom that was once a fantasy is now a reality. 

Obi-Wan helped you off the ship and onto the foreign planet to the hotel Senator Organa had put in place for you until you could make it to Tatooine. He also brought Luke to Tatooine for you, insisting that you and he needed a few days to recover. You didn't argue; you followed his instructions like a good Jedi.

Jedi. 

That title had been stripped from you the moment Anakin betrayed the ideals he was raised upon. 

You made it to the hotel, got your key, and trekked in silence to your shared room. The bedroom was small, with only a single bed to occupy it. The windows looked out into the dreary city, the occasional neon signs flickering. 

This place wasn't home. Home was the crowded city of Coruscant, with the constant droning of speeders, the lights that sparkle like glitter in the sun, and the tall buildings that gave the city so much dimension and life. It was nothing like the Temple. But the Temple was gone as well as everyone else who inhabited it, and although you would have remained there to capture a piece of what you once knew, it was unwise and unsafe to do so. The Empire, as they called themselves, have started to lead a galaxy-wide manhunt for every remaining Jedi, with Obi-Wan plastered on the front of it. Luckily for you, they must have assumed you were dead because there was no demand for your arrest. Despite that, you couldn't live as you once did. You died that hour the command was given, and in its place, something that wasn't entirely you took its place, reining over your body with a new name, identity, and persona. Any trace of Y/N was wiped away, leaving F/N to take its place. 

The carpet was battered from constant use, the harsh surface cruel to your feet. The beige paint remained intact on the walls but was covered in scruff marks and a lousy paint job. The first thing you did upon entering was scour the room for listening or recording devices. You moved silently through the space, your robes swishing as you moved past each other. When he deemed the room clear, you sat down on the bed. 

You and Obi-Wan had brought nothing along except for what was secured to your person, yet another cruel reminder of the Jedi code. He collapsed onto the bed next to you; it squeaked and groaned in protest. 

You weren't sure what came next. You had kept your emotions on such a tight leash for the past four hours that you weren't entirely sure what to do now. 

"I'm sorry," his voice was barely above a whisper as it cracked. You could sense the suffering ripping away at Obi-Wan's mind, the guilt and regret tearing it apart like child's play. You could physically feel his anguish as if it was your own in your chest, causing your heart to ache further. "It's my fault."

"It's not-" you swallowed the lump in your throat. "It's not your fault Obi-Wan."

His cry is a soft, broken thing- clawing its way out of his throat, escaping the clenched teeth that attempt to cage such emotion from spilling. A few seconds later, his next cry came in much the same way. You wrap your arms around him, and it seems to break the dam holding his tears at bay. He collapses within your arms, his sobs ripping from his throat. The emotion of guilt fills the room to its entirety, and you feel tears of your own prick in your eyes. 

"I couldn't save them," your voice teeters on the edge of collapse, and in response, Obi-Wan dips his head further into your shoulder. You hear his voice, smooth and patient, coated in his high Corocanti accent in your mind. It echoed through the walls of your brain, leaving a gentle reminder of his signature behind. 

You did the best you could. 

It's not your fault. 

Don't blame yourself. 

"You should take your own advice." You laugh, although your laughter lacks any humor as you descend into soft cries of your own. A broken little sound of laughter from Obi-Wan drifts into your ears. It's muffled by your bloody robes, and your heart twists in your chest. It is heartbreaking to see Obi-Wan be reduced to nothing more than a man, with so much pent-up sadness and regret that it would break any man, no less a Jedi. But Obi-Wan wasn't any man. That was proved when he watched the footage of Anakin telling the clones to fire upon children, even slaughtering some amidst your battle. 

He still believed he could save Anakin from the darkness that clouded over his mind. 

But now, after leaving the person he once called family to die, he was left with the feeling of failure twisting in his chest. 

You and Obi-Wan remained in that position for what felt like hours, silently comforting each other while your signatures wrapped like tendrils around each other's minds, soothing the other in the most intimate way possible. 

Together, you two would remain as you started your new lives in these uncharted territories, far away from the place you once called home. You knew this journey would be difficult and would take more of a toll on you than the war, but as long as the former Master Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi held you in his arms so tenderly, it made you weak in your knees, that for the first time in what seems like an eternity, you would get through this. 

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hello! If you’re busy please ignore this. I love your writing! Can I request some headcanons for obi-wan with an artist reader? If you need any more information, please feel free to dm me. Thank you so much in advance!! 💛💛💛

Obi-Wan with an Artist! Reader.

Hi, thank you so much! Seeing as you did not ask for a specific type of artist, I left it as ambiguous as I could, just so that anyone could feel represented. Hope you enjoy 💜

-Let us start by saying that Obi-Wan would absolutely adore having an artistic partner. Whether you’re a more poised, tranquil and calm type of artist, that enjoys the lazy afternoon sun and the still beauty of nature, or a wilder, eccentric artist, that loves all the bold and bright aspects of life, he will admire you all the same.

-No matter what type of art you create, it is the way you see the Galaxy that enchants him so much. He will often stare at you while you are working on a project, with a look of soft awe on his face. Obi-Wan genuinely marvels at your ability to find beauty even in the least eye-catching of subjects, in what anyone else might overlook, sometimes, even in what others might find ugly. Secretly, he hopes that you might be able to find some beauty in him also, something worth immortalizing. He truly wishes he could experience the world through your eyes, even for only one day, he knows he would learn so much from it.

-Every time you finish a piece, you might find him marveling at it, perhaps even for much longer than you believe it worthy of, what you don’t see, is the way he is searching for all the fragments of yourself you’ve poured into it. For Obi-Wan, there is no feeling quite as pleasant as getting the opportunity to see your heart in all its shades, in the ways you can’t express to him with words.

“This is wonderful, darling, truly. At times, I find myself wishing your art could speak… I would like to ask it of you.”

-If you are ever working on something while he is present, Obi-Wan will try, and miserably fail, to not peer over your shoulders to watch you create. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or distract you, so he will be as discreet as he possibly can, but he can’t help himself, there is just something so pure and beautiful about watching art come to life, that he can’t find it in himself to look away. He feels truly special for being able to witness such a private sight, he’s honored, really.

-Obi-Wan discreetly cleans you up if he sees you walking around with paint, chalk or dust over you. With a gentle hand brushing away the dirt and a small secretive smile on his lips. “Here… you should be more careful darling. Although I must admit, I have never seen a sight more beautiful than this. You look… free.”

-If you ever decide to hold a sort of class for the Younglings, a place where they can try and express themselves freely, Obi-Wan will be completely supportive. He might not have known there to be other ways other than meditation to regulate your emotions, but he absolutely trusts your judgment. It won't be long before the positive effect it has on the children will start to show. If you tell him you need anything for the class, any type of supply, you won’t even have the time to worry, he’ll have it ready for you in the blink of an eye.

-It doesn’t matter if he isn’t supposed to have possessions, if you gift him with something you’ve made, Obi-Wan will find a way to keep it secret and safe. He doesn’t even contemplate the idea of getting rid of it, and will, instead, cherish it to the end of his life. His heart fills with warmth every time he looks at it and remembers that you’ve entrusted something so unique and precious to him. If the two of you have a home of your own, be ready to get sick of looking at your own art, because he will display it everywhere.

-He will pose for you if you ask, mostly because he can never say no to you, but he will be awkward. He doesn’t know what to do with himself, with his hands, your loving eyes pointed on him make him feel so small. And oh, if you admit to him that he is your muse, Obi-Wan will get emotional. That the ethereal, meaningful beauty you portray could be inspired by him? If he didn’t know you, he wouldn’t believe you. But that is your talent, to see worth in things like him.

-Obi-Wan will persuade you in any way he can, to gift him a portrait of yourself. He’d love to watch you create it, and he will point out, every now and again, details of yourself so minuscule you might have never noticed them at all. A slight curve to your nose that would go unnoticed by everyone else, that he insists is necessary to capture your beauty fully, the exact turn of your eyes, the way your hair always falls in a certain way. Every detail of you is not only important, but necessary. Once it’s finished, it will never leave his pockets, at least until the constant unfolding will start to wear it down, and that’s when he will ask you for a new one. He claims it has to be replaced because he does not want to break it, but it is also because with every new picture, you change just a little, and at some point his collection will hold the story of your love in the shape of the years passing on your face.

-The one time he tried to put your teachings to good use and gift you something of his own, ended with something close to a disaster. With a dog that was actually a horse, and a figure that could be an Ewok but also a disproportionate Wookiee. You kept it anyway.

-Being a Jedi includes a frustrating amount of sitting down and waiting ‘patiently’, so if he sees you itching to distract yourself, Obi-Wan will roll up his sleeve and offer you his arm to doodle on. He is secretly a little disappointed when he has to wash it off.

-If you wish to pursue art professionally, Obi-Wan will be your number one supporter. He will encourage and believe in you every step of the way, while remaining realistic, because a difficult pursuit needs a clear mind, and helping you through the inevitable tough times. If you have to lock yourself up in your studio because you’re getting close to a deadline, it is no problem, he will check up on you and bring you snacks anytime he can, and will only insist you go to bed once he knows you’ve reached your limit and will only get frustrated if you keep going. He will bend himself backwards to be at every single one of your exhibits or presentations, and on the unfortunate times he can’t be, he will holo-call you both before and after the event.

-Every time he has to travel to a planet he knows you might have not seen yet, Obi-Wan makes sure to keep an eye out for anything beautiful to bring back to you, or an inspiring scenery he wants to show you. He even looks for markets that might sell art supplies native to the culture, flowers that produce rare pigments, a technique you might not have heard of yet.

-Obi-Wan only gives you his opinions and eventual criticisms when you expressly ask him to. And altho he tends to genuinely love everything you create, if he has something to say he will give you the honest truth while still being very gentle in his delivery. You will never feel like he does not appreciate you or your art, but will instead see new ways in which you could improve that you had not thought of, a much needed fresh set of eyes on something you've been scrutinising for too long.

-Obi-Wan loves spending quality time with you, especially considering how busy he usually is, but sometimes, you still have art to create (whether for work or because inspiration has suddenly struck you matters little to him). So he will stay close by your side, and bask in your presence while he meditates, it always comes much easier by your side anyway. These tranquil, relaxing moments shared between you, in a time where you are both letting your emotions flow and being vulnerable, is one of his favorite ways to pass time.

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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.

-

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.

-

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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[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

Right Person, Wrong Lifetime (Obi Wan Kenobi x GN!Reader)

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So this gets kinda long and kinda dark Warnings: order 66, angst (seriously there is no happy ending this is just fluff turned angst)

Attachment is forbidden for a jedi but feelings of love are inevitable between two young souls who care for one another.

Word Count: 5.7k

Part Two

You'd first met Obi Wan as younglings. He was small and skinny and awkward and you thought that was charming. You weren't in the same clan, in fact he was a year younger than you. You'd only seen him during meal times at the temple but he was sweet and you hoped you'd get to know him at some point.

That chance came a few years into your training, you were nine and starving after a particularly hard lightsaber training session. You planned on getting your food and finishing your reading before your next class but when you entered the youngling dining hall you noticed a familiar head of auburn hair in the middle of a game of keep away. Although it didn't look like Obi Wan was particularly enjoying it.

"Give it back!" Obi Wan said as he jumped, trying to get the datapad the other kids were throwing around.

"Hey! If you want to be protectors of the peace you should know better than to bully your clanmates- or anyone for that matter!" You said, holding your hand out and using the force to guide the datapad down to Obi Wan's reach.

"Ugh! come on Y/N, we were just having some fun you don't have to be a bantha dung" One of the boys- a tall twi'lek who's name you didn't remember said.

You grabbed Obi Wan's wrist and led him back to your table as the group continued to taunt you.

"You didn't have to do that" He said meekly and you smiled brightly at him.

"That's what friends are for, now come on what were you reading?"

---

Your friendship continued into your padawan years when he was taken under the instruction of Qui Gon Jinn.

"How are you so calm? If you stay without a master for much longer they'll re-assign you to the corps!" Obi Wan said and you smiled.

"You worry too much Obi" You chided him while you kept reading.

"How are you not worried? Do you not... Want to be a padawan?" Obi Wan asked meekly and you put down your datapad.

"Of course I want to be a padawan, I've spent my entire 13 years of life training for it but I'm not worried because I have a master" You said, smirking while Obi Wan rolled his eyes.

"If you say something about the force being the only master you need I'm leaving" He said you laughed.

"One, that's rude. And two, I mean it, Master Plo Koon is taking me on as his padawan!" You announced and Obi Wan looked at you stunned.

"You mean the new council member?" He asked and you nodded enthusiastically.

"He's even friends with master Jinn so we might go on missions together isn't that cool?" You asked him excitedly and he smiled.

"If master Qui Gon ever takes me on anything more than a meditation session" Obi Wan grumbled and you laughed.

"You should trust him more, besides, look" You said, pulling a small piece of hair from behind your ear.

"I can finally start growing a padawan braid" You said excitedly.

---

Qui Gon's funeral wasn't the first you'd attended but it was the first time you'd felt grief in yourself instead of in others. You'd felt it through the force before but after knowing and training with the man for years you felt a great pain at his loss. Although not nearly as much as Obi Wan. You stood behind him at the funeral and spent the whole ceremony trying to be a comforting presence for your friend. You'd heard he's been promoted to the rank of Jedi Knight because of his bravery on his recent mission. After all he did kill a sith lord, but you hadn't actually gotten a chance to talk to him since he'd come back.

There were rumors flying around the temple but you just wanted to make sure your friend was okay.

You'd managed to corner him after the funeral was over.

"Obi- Obi Wan" You called out to him, quick to cover up the nickname once you saw a youngling was with him.

"Y/N? I'm sorry I haven't stopped by-" He started saying and you put your hands on his shoulders.

"I wanted you to know I'm here for you" you said before your eyes wondered.

"This is the kid?" You asked once you noticed the kid with him wasn't a youngling from the temple.

"This is Anakin Skywalker, master Qui Gon sensed him on Tatooine, he..." Obi wan trailed off and you tightened your grip on his shoulder.

"Obi Wan said he would train me since Qui Gon isn't... Here anymore" The little boy said and you smiled and kneeled down next to him.

"Well then, it's nice to meet you Anakin" You told the boy and stood back up to look at your friend.

"And congratulations to you too Master Kenobi. I'm sure you'll be an amazing teacher" You said, you were partially teasing him but you meant the compliment. If there was one thing you knew about Obi Wan it was that he was meant to be a teacher.

"Don't cause too much trouble for him Anakin! He's a bit of a stickler for the rules as of late" You said over your shoulder as you continued down the hall.

---

A few months later you'd passed your own trials and became a jedi knight as well. Not that the extra time didn't go over Obi Wan's head, he teased you about it for years after.

"You always were one step behind me" He said as you watched Anakin try to chop wood with some of the locals, like Obi Wan he was on the leaner side.

You'd been sent on a mission with your old friend and his 16 year old padawan to the planet Lothal. A negotiation mission that as of yet hasn't gone awry thanks to Obi Wan. He really was the best negotiator you knew.

"Yes well I have to be unique somehow" You joked. no matter how many years passed he still chided you for your "late development".

"Have you thought of taking on a padawan?" Obi Wan asked, stroking his beard in a habit he had gained since he first grew it out.

"It's surprisingly rewarding" He explained and you chuckled.

"don't let Quinlan hear you, you'll never be able to complain about it again" You said, getting a small laugh out of him.

"Although I think this is the time to say I told you so" You said, holding back a laugh as you watched Anakin stumble with his arms full of what must be some heavy wood.

"About what? Because if I remember correctly you already said that about growing the beard" Obi Wan responded and you laughed. You had told him that a beard would help make him look a bit more his age. Who knew the man had such a baby face?

"I meant about your teaching skills. I don't think anybody would have thought he'd be this advanced after so little time."

"Seven years isn't so little" Obi Wan remarked and you rolled your eyes.

"You know what I mean Obi. You should be proud, I'm sure master Qui Gon is" You said and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"But I think I'll stay in the uncle mentor for a bit longer" You continued jokingly.

"I don't think I'd have been able to do it without your support, I probably would have gone to the council after less than a year if you hadn't talked me out of it all those times" He said and you sighed.

"You're always so anxious about your ability to do things, sometimes I wish you could see yourself like I do for a bit. Maybe then you'd have some more confidence in yourself." You didn't notice it when you turned away but Obi Wan's cheek's flushed with color at your words. It also didn't help (or did, on Obi Wan's part) that Anakin dropped the logs he was carrying and you went off to help him. He knew these feelings were wrong for him to have but they were there anyways and he only hoped he could work through them without ruining your friendship.

---

You'd heard about Obi Wan and Anakin's new mission mainly because it seems Anakin has picked up some of his master's nerves.

"I don't need the force to sense your anxiety Ani" You told the 19 year old as the two of you meditated in the temple gardens.

"It's been so long, what if she doesn't remember me?" The boy- who really wasn't so young anymore- asked.

"Then you'll reintroduce yourself" You calmly said, having let go of the idea of meditation. You often talked with Anakin like this under the guise of meditation. You were someone he could tell his worries or anythings he didn't want to tell Obi Wan. It helped having someone close outside of their dynamic to talk to.

"How do you always stay so calm?" Anakin questioned and you chuckled.

"I don't, but this isn't about me Anakin. I'm sure Obi Wan has already told you, you need to control your emotions otherwise they'll control you" You warned but Anakin rolled his eyes.

"And it's a path to the darkside, like basically everything else" He said mockingly and you shook your head disapprovingly.

"Yes, but more importantly it'll get you killed one day. Some decisions need to be made with your brain not just with your heart" You told him and stood up.

"You should go find Obi Wan and report for your mission. Good luck and remember Ani-" You began but Anakin cut you off as he walked into the temple.

"Use my brain not my heart" He said mockingly over his shoulder.

"Not just your heart!" You corrected.

"And give my regards to Obi Wan!" You called out to him and you only knew he heard you because you could feel the sense of accepting resignation. You and Obi Wan were far too cichy for his taste.

---

When the Clone Wars officially started you were less than thrilled to say the least. Actually you were very much against it. So when you felt a familiar force signature you sighed in resignation, you'd expected this conversation for multiple days.

"Go ahead and come in master" You called out in the direction of the door even before there was a knock.

"Always the perceptive one young Y/N" Master Plo said as he walked into your quarters. You had long ago given up on changing his nickname for you. It made sense when you were a young padawan but you weren't so young anymore. Not that it bothered the 382 year old.

"I've been expecting you, would you like some tea?" You asked as you went to prepare some.

Plo nodded and sat down at a small sitting area you had in your quarters.

"Since you have been expecting me can I assume you know why I am here?" He asked and you sighed, turning to face him while the water boiled.

"You out of everyone should understand me master, even in times of war jedi have never fought as generals. It's not our place. We're peacekeepers not soldiers" You said and were glad for the excuse of the tea to keep your hands busy when the kettle came to a boil.

"I understand your thoughts young one but you must understand the dangers. This is a galactic war" Plo said and you came to the table with a tray of tea.

"I won't fight a war for the politicians in the senate. I'm not a soldier and neither are you master" You told Plo as you sipped your tea. You didn't want to fight with him but you had to do what you knew was right. He was the one who taught you that.

"You were the one who taught me to do the right thing, especially if it's harder than the easy option and I have made that decision" You reminded him and he sat in concentration for a moment.

"You are wise young one but you are not always right. I dislike acting as a general as much as you but to protect the peace in the republic we must end this war." Plo explained and you sighed.

"And this is a war, I know master. But, I have a question for you" You said and continued only once Plo nodded.

"Are you hear on behalf of yourself or the council?" You asked. You knew that as a member of the council he was never truly acting only as himself but you wanted to know.

"The council did request I speak with you" He began and you took a big disappointed breath.

"But I do believe that with your help we may yet end this war before too much blood is shed" He continued.

You didn't say anything.

"You are concerned" Plo said, sensing your worries.

"I do not like the thought of jedi becoming soldiers, it scares me. It blurs the line of what we do and- well that can be dangerous" You admitted and master Plo placed a comforting hand on your arm.

"You have worked past fear before, you will do it again young one, if there is anyone I trust to keep the peace it is you" Plo reassured you and you smiled sadly.

"If you truly believe that fighting in this war will allow us to end it sooner- to bring peace sooner- then I will join you" You said and even though most of your master's face was hidden by his mask you could see he was smiling.

---

The Clone War brought upon the deaths of many Jedi and the need to replace them within the order. It's why you and Obi Wan were made jedi masters as well as why Obi Wan joined the jedi council, replacing master Peill. You were very proud of him.

Anakin became a jedi knight and suddenly your roles changed quickly from keepers of the peace to war leaders and generals. Even young padawans were made into commanders. Though the more this war raged on the less confident in your role within it you became.

When you walked onto the bridge of your cruiser you were pleasantly surprised to find Anakin and Obi Wan along with their second in commands.

"General Skywalker, general Kenobi, it's good to see you again" You said, teasingly formal as you joined them at the bridge's command center.

"And you must be captain Rex and commander Cody, I've heard much about you both" You said to the clones. They looked at each other and then at their generals in confusion.

"You talk about us general?" Rex asked Anakin who returned his confused look.

"Not with general L/N, no" He said and you smiled as you sensed a familiar force signature running at you from behind. The answer to Rex's question.

"Master Y/N!" Ahsoka exclaimed as you turned around to meet her in a hug.

"Little 'soka, you've gotten taller" You said as you held her by the shoulders to look at her.

"It's good to see you little one" You said, placing a soft kiss on the top of Ahsoka's head, between her montrals. You could never contain your affection for the young togruta.

Rex and Cody looked at each other, finally understanding who'd been telling you about them while Anakin looked and you and Ahsoka in confusion.

"You two know each other?" He asked and Obi Wan smirked simply happy to see you again.

"Has Ahsoka not told you?" You asked teasingly, holding Ahsoka in a side hug. She was shorter than you, her head reaching just below your shoulder.

"It's important for a master and padawan to know each other well Anakin" You said, continuing to tease.

"Master Y/N was master Plo's padawan and brought me to the temple with him" Ahsoka explained sheepishly.

"Ohhhh" Anakin said and laughed.

"That does make sense" He said and you shook your head in mock disapproval. In reality you were very happy to be back with your friends. This is the lightest you'd felt since the war began.

"Now that we've all happily reunited, we do have a mission to get to" Obi Wan reminded you all and you nodded as he began to go over the plan.

You let Ahsoka stand beside Anakin as you stood comfortably beside Obi Wan. He's recently cut his hair short again and you couldn't help but sneak glances at it along with small glances at his armour. He looked incredibly regal standing next to you leading and you couldn't help but notice he snuck glances your way as well.

You wore minimal armour (much to the dismay of your battalion), feeling like it restricted your mobility too much. Really you hated feeling like a general and there was a certain comfort to your jedi robes.

Obi Wan found you looked good in either, not that he would share that thought.

---

You were barely awake when the commander of your battalion as well as his lieutenant carried you into the halls of healing, each supporting half your weight with your arms wrapped over their shoulders. Your head ached and you were losing most of the feeling in your limbs.

"-Doctor! We need a doctor!" Your commander yelled as a group of jedi and healers approached them.

"What happened?" One of the healers, a human woman, asked as she guided the clones to lay you down on a stretcher.

"They were holding off an explosion with the force- they seemed fine but something hit them and they haven't been responsive" The lieutenant-Taz- said.

"Thank you troopers, we'll take them from here" The healer said as she took the stretcher into the infirmary.

Taz turned to his commander. "Do you think they'll be okay?" Taz asked and the clone next to him, commander Hugh took off his helmet.

"Honestly I have no idea" Commander Hugh said and a temple guard approached the two of them.

"You two are not authorized to be in here, you may wait on your ship in the hanger" They said and though both clones wanted to argue they knew making a scene wasn't a good idea.

As they walked back to the hanger a familiar figure came up to them.

"Commander Hugh, lieutenant, what are you doing here?" Obi Wan asked as he approached with his own commander only a step behind him.

Hugh saluted the general and Taz did the same.

"General Kenobi, sir" They said in unison.

"General L/N was injured and ordered our ship to return to Coruscant" Commander Hugh explained and Obi Wan had to stop his face from shifting too much.

"What do you mean? What kind of injury?" He asked and Taz looked at him sympathetically. Everyone in both the 212th and your own battalion knew about the special connection you had with Obi Wan. You'd always told them you were simply close friends but many of them suspected it was deeper than that.

"When we arrived they were unresponsive sir. They're being treated in the halls of healing" Hugh said and Taz quickly cut it.

"They assured us the general was in good hands sir, I'm sure they'll be fine" He reassured but something akin to terror passed over Obi Wan's eyes as he began to make his way towards the halls of healing.

"General-" Cody tried to call out but Kenobi was already gone.

"I'm sorry sir" Hugh told Cody but the marshal commander dismissed it.

"He'll be back once he sees that general L/N is okay" Cody said and they all hoped he was right.

The only thoughts in Obi Wan's mind were those of concern for you. You'd always been strong, able to take a punch and get back up, and it wasn't as if you'd never been injured before but if you'd specifically asked to come back to Coruscant... Something had to be wrong.

As he made his way into the halls of healing a young healer came up to him. He was a miralan whom Obi Wan faintly remembered seeing around the temple before.

"Master Kenobi are you alright?" He asked and Obi Wan nodded.

"Yes but master Y/N L/N was admitted here earlier, I need to see them" He told the boy who looked over his data pad thoughtfully.

"Master L/N is currently resting, they're being treated for force exhaustion" The boy explained and Obi Wan nodded.

"So they'll be fine then?" He asked, he should have known but he needed someone else to say it. Needed for someone to calm his nerves.

"They'll be perfectly fine master Kenobi" The boy reiterated and Obi Wan went to sit and wait. You'll be fine. Just like Taz had said. The clones must have overreacted not knowing what force exhaustion was. You weren't seriously injured, you just needed to rest and recover your strength. He had to remind himself of that until he felt your force signature awaken.

This was getting out of hand. He knew that attachment was forbidden for him and he knew that he chided Anakin on his own attachments before. How could he be so hypocritical?

He approached your room slowly and was surprised to see you were meditating inside, hovering slightly above your bed.

"You should take it easy, you gave Taz quite the scare" He said, returning to the comfortable disguise of sarcasm and wit to hide his own worry.

One of you eyes opened and you smiled.

"Is that who I scared?" You asked teasingly, you had always been able to see right through him.

"Alright, I may have been a tad worried as well" Obi Wan admitted and took a seat beside your bed. "How do you feel?" He asked and you stretched, floating down to the bed.

"Better, I overdid it a bit but I'll be fine" You said and smiled tiredly at him, you still needed rest.

"I got to rest on the way here too" You continued as you watched Obi Wan.

"I've missed you Obi" You said and placed your hand on his.

"Y/N, what is this? We shouldn't- we shouldn't be humoring these feelings" Obi Wan said and he just hoped he wasn't about to embarrass himself. He knows you well enough to trust himself. He could recognize that you reciprocate his feelings but he knew this wasn't the jedi way.

"And why not?" You asked, facing him.

"Attachment is forbidden but I don't want to be conflicted with my feelings for you Obi" You said, you kept your gaze on his hand under yours.

"I care about you Obi Wan, I can't ignore that" You told him finally looking into his teal eyes.

"As do I" He said, turning his hand in yours, holding onto your palm. "But we can't" He said and you sighed. You lowered your head into the crook of his neck.

"You're exhausted" He chided as he held you.

"I can love you and be able to let you go Obi, I can feel without being attached. That's how we've been taught" You said into the crook of his neck as he brought a hand through your hair.

"But I cannot darling, and that means I cannot have you" He whispered into your ear.

"Now rest, you'll need your strength" He said as he kissed the crown of your head and laid you down on the cot.

"Stay with me?" You asked and he smiled adoringly at you.

"Of course darling" He said, going back to sitting beside your bed and he held your hand until you fell asleep.

---

You huddled the younglings into the farthest corner of the room.

"Master, what's going on? What are the clones doing?" A young rhodian girl asked you and you sighed.

"I don't know young one, but you have to promise me you'll do exactly as I say. I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, all of you" You told her and the rest of the younglings. You only hoped they weren't strong enough to sense the death and fear outside.

You had no idea what made the clones turn and you pushed the curiosity about your own battalion to the back of your mind. Your first responsibility was to these younglings.

You stood up as you sensed a clone squad coming by.

"Stay hidden, do not leave this room unless I tell you to, do you understand?" You asked as you took up a defensive position.

A chorus of scared "Yes master"s came from behind you as you ignited your lightsaber.

The door opened and a squad of clone troopers, a squad you recognised as part of the 501st came into the room and aimed their blasters at you.

"Traitor!" One of them said as you ran at them, lightsaber in front of you as you jumped and slashed, deflecting their fire and ending their lives as painlessly as you could.

"Follow me younglings, we must go" You said as you ran into the hallway and the younglings joined you.

There was a padawan among them, she'd recently been taken in by a jedi and had only begun to grow her padawan braid.

"Master, we can't possibly take on all these clones by ourselves" She said and you nodded.

"You're right Hilla, we can't. That's why I'm taking you and the younglings to a ship" You said and Hilla ran after you.

"But master we'd never be able to-" She tried to say but you stopped and knelt down to her.

"You will take the ship, it has an escape pod. Fly out of orbit. Get as far as you can and do not land anywhere. When you find a planet use the escape pod." You told Hilla and handed her a communicator.

"Contact me once you're out of orbit. Go to non republic systems and stay hidden. These younglings are counting on you, can you do that?" You asked Her.

She nodded.

"Yes master Y/N." She said confidently and you nodded approvingly.

"Good, I will carve you a path." You told her as you led her and the younglings to a small hanger beneath the temple. You had lost count of how many clones you'd slain. How many of Anakin's men. You didn't want to think about it. You couldn't.

You felt blaster shots fly past you, a few grazed you but you kept fighting until you saw the ship take off.

"Your efforts are useless. We'll find them." The trooper said and you scowled.

"Take off your helmet trooper." You ordered but he didn't move, continuing to point his blaster at you.

"I don't take orders from you anymore jedi" He sneered and you sighed.

"Then I am sorry for what I must do" You said as you charged at him.

You laid on the floor of the temple, so many had died and you could no longer find the power to stand.

You heard more blaster fire and stood against everything your body told you. You ran to the entrance of the temple and for a moment you smiled hopefully as you saw Obi Wan. He and master Yoda had killed off the last of the clones.

"Obi Wan, master Yoda-" You breathed out as you let the exhaustion take over and fell to your knees.

Obi Wan rushed to you.

"Y/N" He breathed out as he helped you stand.

"What happened?" He asked and you sighed.

"I don't know, they came out of nowhere and began to shoot, we did everything we could" You explained as he helped you walk back into the temple along with Yoda.

You let out a shaky breath as you finally saw the destruction.

"Not even the younglings survived" Obi Wan said and you closed your eyes to hold back the tears.

"We never had a chance" You said as you knelt beside the body of one of the younglings.

"Killed not by clones this padawan. By lightsaber he was" Yoda said and you saw the marks of a lightsaber. He was right.

"Who could have done this?" Obi Wan asked but none of you had an answer. You hadn't seen who it was but you had your suspicions. Still you couldn't bring yourself to say it.

---

Obi Wan had a mission to do and you heard your comm ping.

"Master Y/N" Hilla said and you smiled sadly at her.

"You made it" You said, a weight was removed from your chest. It was not all in vain. Someone survived.

"We're in hyperspace on our way to the outer rim... What do we do now?" She asked and you let out a breath.

"You hide. Forget your training, you must survive." You told the young padawan. She couldn't have been older than 11 years old.

"But master-"

"Find a place to stay. Do not tell anyone who you are and keep the younglings safe Hilla. It is the only way" You told her. She looked so scared, unsure what to do or how to continue.

"But master, I can't do that. I don't know how" She said and you smiled at her.

"The force will guide you, it will keep you safe but promise me Hilla... Promise me you will do anything you can to survive" You begged her and you saw her conflicted face.

"I promise master." She said and you nodded.

"Find somewhere to hide and never contact me again. Stay safe young padawan and may the force be with you" You said before disconnecting and destroying the comm.

You stayed sitting on the steps of the halls of healing until Obi Wan came to find you. You could feel his pain before he even said a word.

"Y/N" He said and you shook your head. He knew.

"I know Obi Wan." You told him as you stood up.

"Anakin he-" Obi Wan tried to say but you embraced him.

"I know" You said.

"Master Yoda has sent me to kill him" Obi Wan said and you looked at him, matching his pain. You placed a gentle hand on his cheek.

"I am so sorry Obi Wan" You told him and you felt the horrible mix of guilt, shame, pain and anger in him.

"I am so sorry" You repeated as you kissed his forehead.

---

Bail, your old friend, had managed to contact you. He helped you get off world and took you along with master Yoda to Polis Masa.

You didn't want to meditate, too scared to feel the force after so much death and destruction.

The crying of two newly born babies took you out of the confines of your own mind. When you'd joined Bail, Yoda and Obi Wan you could feel that Padme was no longer with you. The only thing remaining of her were her children.

"What will happen to them?" You asked Yoda. This single day seemed to have aged him more than the last 900 years.

"Decide that now we must" Master Yoda said and you looked into the room, watching Obi Wan hold one of the babies. He was distraught.

You, Bail and Obi Wan sat together in a meeting room on bail's ship.

"Hidden, safe the children must be kept" Yoda said and you all stayed deep in thought.

"We must take them somewhere where the sith will not sense their presence" Obi Wan said and you nodded.

"We should split them up then. It will be easier to hide each baby on their own rather than both of them together" You said and Yoda seemed to agree.

"My wife and I will take the girl. We've always talked of adopting a baby girl. She will be loved with us" Bail said and you looked at Obi Wan to your right.

"And what of the boy?" He asked and Yoda spoke.

"To Tatooine. To his family send him" The old master said and you sighed.

The thought of separating these infants from the only family they have, from each other hurt but you knew it was the right choice.

"I will take the child and watch over him" Obi Wan said wearily and you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Then I will go with the girl as well, and help protect her" You said, this time looking at bail.

Bail looked at you skeptically, attempting to hide on Alderaan would be difficult. After all you were fugitive of the empire now.

"her father had the highest midichlorian count we know of, it is not unlikely that she will be force sensitive and someone must be there to help her hide it or to train her should the need arise" You explained.

"If that is alright with you" You continued, looking at bail hoping he agreed. "It is" He finally said and with that decided you all stood up, bowing to yoda before leaving.

"Bail" You called to the man as the two of you left the room.

"Thank you" You told him. You meant it.

"Of course my friend, I just hope you know what you are doing. The core and the mid rim will be the first place they look for any surviving jedi." He said and you nodded.

"I know how to lay low" You said tariling off slightly before continuing.

"Anakin was a dear friend of mine. I need to make sure his daughter is safe and I couldn't trust anyone more than you with that task" You told him and he smiled.

"Thank you old friend" He said before walking off to talk with his crew.

Obi Wan soon joined you in the hall.

You adjusted his burned robes. Nothing but your expression would show the great tragedy that had just happened.

"You'll need something new to wear, your robes are burnt" You said and Obi Wan heaved a laugh. It was rough and unnatural and not from amusement.

"How do you do that? After everything that just happened how can you be so- so unbothered?" He asked and you smiled sadly at him.

"Obi, I am very bothered. I'm in pain and in mourning but I can't-" A tear fell down your cheek as you choked back a sob.

"I can't stop working, can't stop trying to help. Trying to make things better" You said softly and he wrapped you in his arms.

"This is goodbye, isn't it?" he asked. You nodded.

"I hope I see you again" You said, caressing his cheek.

"As do I darling" He said and you leaned into his embrace, your face so close to his.

"I want to kiss you, just this once, before we go our separate ways" You said and Obi Wan closed the distance between your lips. It was a chaste kiss filled with the loss of missed love and a need to express feelings barely said.

"Stay safe Obi" You told him.

"The same to you my dear" He said and you let go of his embrace.

"Goodbye" You said and he watched you leave.

"Goodbye Y/N, may the force be with you ,my love" He said just loud enough for you to hear.

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