#obi wan kenboi

[journen]

Soon, I'm working on a Codywan acrylic charm in the style of these Call of Duty ones I've made before...would people be interested? 😅

[alamogirl80]

The pining. The shit starting.

The Payback.

The journey of Rex’s death by an embarrassed Cody.

Waxer lost a bet

Obi-Wan is oblivious

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[kamino-coruscant]

Is that a holster?

Obi-Wan Kenobi Part VI

[miseries-mistress]

JEALOUSY | OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: Jealousy. It's an emotion that floods your mind, filling you with anger, possession, envy, and, most of all, hate. All things you have been taught to resist against because such emotions are a path to the dark side. But it's all you feel as you stare into the eyes of Satine Kryze, a woman you've never met before, as she hangs off obi wan like a piece of arm candy. Oh yeah, you're jealous, alright, and you can't do a thing about it.

Warnings: female reader, CW SEASON 2 SPOILER, jealousy, satine, slight angst, eventual fluff, lousy writing, no spice. W/C: 3671

Notes: i just got to the mandalore plot a couple weeks ago, and i can not stand satine. i am taking my emotions out in my writing. not very good, and i know i say this a lot, but truly, this could have been a lot better 

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You were never patient. It was something Obi-Wan chastised you for on numerous occasions. Your impatience taking hold of you was something you've tried to get rid of in various instances, yet it still remained as prominent as ever. That's probably why your feet were tapping nervously against the landing pad. A couple of clones that occupied your side watched your behavior with interest. Most of them were used to your constant restlessness and had come to terms with it being part of your personality. However, your nerves seemed to soar even higher on this occasion, and they could tell. 

Obi-Wan was returning from his mission on Mandalore, where the duchess had been accused of siding with the Separatists. Due to Obi-Wan's…history with said duchess, the council sent him to converse with her about the recent events in that system. Your loud protests against their decision to sit you out resulted in Anakin being sent as backup after a bombing had been reported. Now, you awaited them as Duchess Satine and four other neutral senators arrived in the busy city of Coruscant to plead their case to the Senate. 

An enormous vessel roared noisily above your head before docking on the pad. The ramp unfolded a moment later, revealing Obi-Wan and Anakin strutting out, their heads held high. Anakin's eyes found yours, and he waved, his hand stretching high above his head, a broad smile overcoming his face. 

Obi-Wan caught sight of Anakin's behavior and followed his gaze to what had him so intrigued. When his eyes met yours, they eased instantly, and you could see the thinly veiled relief behind his eyes. A smile of his own twitched at the corners of his mouth as his pace sped up in an effort to reach you sooner. 

It didn't surprise you to see the duchess leading the other senators off the ship but what did surprise you was how close she resided to Obi-Wan's side. The Duchess Satine, who you've never seen in person, was beautiful. Her blonde hair tied up into a tight headpiece that resided upon her head, displaying her culture proudly. The rest of her outfit matched her headdress, the colors consisting of elegant shades of blue and purple that dripped over her perfect figure. Even from a distance, you could see the pride that sparkled in her eyes, exhibiting her love for who you could guess by how she virtually hung off Obi-Wan, who it was directed at. 

You felt your mood deflate faster than a balloon, your irises instantly losing their existing gleam. You felt a feeling, one you weren't acquainted with, wrap like tendrils around your mind, squeezing every insecurity to the forefront of your head. It was an ugly feeling that didn't belong among your happiness and joy that seemed to disappear when she left the ship, chatting excitedly with your master. And even though a minuscule thought in the back of your mind noticed how Obi-Wan remained transfixed on you, robotically nodding his head to whatever she was saying, his attention solely fixated on you. As soon as the thought arose, you extinguished it. Why would he be more focused on you, with such a beautiful woman at his side? Sure, you were his lover, but the secrecy tied a noose around your neck. The pressure of the rope was a constant reminder of how your futures as Jedi were balancing on a knife edge. Yet as Obi-Wan neared, his sparkling aquamarine eyes never dimmed, your thoughts doing nothing to aid you. 

Obi-Wan's smile slipped as he noticed your lack of response to his arrival. He had fantasized about arriving home and seeing your face light up in delight at the thought of seeing him again. It was a reaction he had come to expect, and his mind wandered to the possibilities of what could have put you in such a sour mood.  

And before you knew it, Obi-Wan embraced you, letting his powerful arms cocoon around you, sheathing you in their warmth and safety. You tried to relax to savor the feeling of your love by your side. However, your insecurities bubbled to the surface, leaving you in a mixture of gloom and cowardice. The professional amount of time allotted for a hug passed in seconds as he pulled away, concern filling his striking features. 

"Master," you addressed him, bowing at the waist ever so slightly. 

"Little one." Obi-Wan returned your gesture with ease. "Duchess, this is my padawan, Y/N L/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my lady," you bowed your head, and she slightly bristled at the formalities. You glimpsed at Obi-Wan to find him equally as surprised as you at her utter dismissal of you.

The senators behind her meet up with Chancellor Palpatine, loudly chatting as they near their transport. Anakin looked over his former master's shoulder before engulfing you in a hug, which you eagerly returned.

"Hi there," he laughed, and you found yourself laughing along with him. You nestled your head into Anakin's shoulder, inhaling the smell of dirt and ashes that seemed to stick to his robes. Obi-Wan furrowed his brows at your enthusiasm to see Anakin, a feeling he did not expect to recognize bubbling from the depths of his gut. His mind bristled with prospects of your mood change as you two pulled apart, smiling at each other. 

The duchess bowed her head at you, turning away a second later. You could, for only a moment, see the flash of an unknown emotion cross her face. You could tell from the brief moment you did see it that it was something to disdain directed at you. 

Her attention shifted to Obi-Wan, who had moved to your side. 

"How ironic to meet again only to find we're on opposing sides," she solemnly noted. 

"The needs of your people are all that matter," Obi-Wan replied, "They couldn't be in better hands with you to guide their future."

"Kind words indeed from a mindful and committed Jedi," she commented, taking another step forward, "And yet..." Satine placed a manicured finger on her red lips, looking down at the floor.

"What?" he asked, much too eagerly than you would have preferred. You felt that feeling in your chest stir once more, and your loathing for the woman you hardly knew grow with every passing second. Anakin seemed to be the only one to notice the increasing emotion emanating from you during their interaction. With increasing amusement, he watched your hand clench and unclench into fists. It was so apparent that you were jealous that he fought the urge to roll his eyes. Hell, he could feel its slight ripple in the force. It wasn't strong enough for anyone else to pick up on, but he knew you well enough to put the pieces together. 

"I'm still not sure about the beard," she finished, stepping up to him. She reached out, her hand running down his jaw and over the prickly hair that tickled your face every time you kissed. Your jaw clenched. That was something only you did. Only you ran your hands over his neatly trimmed facial hair, admiring every feature on his face and placing feather-light kisses on every crease, indent, and scar he bore. The feeling you've now identified as jealousy rolled in waves over your heart. 

"Why, what's wrong with it?" Obi-Wan sincerely asked, the crease between his eyebrows deepening. You grew more envious when he genuinely invested himself in every word she spoke, as if she was a preacher and he was her faithful follower, taking every word from her makeup-stained lips to heart. It was how he acted when you spoke, and now he looked at her how he looks at you like you hung every star in the sky, which made the cracks in your heart expand; the jealousy starting to wither into insecurity. 

"It hides too much of your handsome face." She cupped his cheek gingerly, her hand brushing over his cheekbone. Obi-Wan made no attempts to move it or swat it away like he would with any other person who touched him without his permission. No, from your view, he invited such a touch, letting her soft honeyed words hang in the air. Her hand reluctantly slipped off his face, and she turned back, heading in the direction where her escort awaited her. 

Anakin's inquisitive irises diverted to Obi-Wan, who watched as the duchess left without so much as turning back. He chuckled at Obi-Wan's dumbfounded expression, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

"What was that all about?" he asked, following his master's stare at the woman. Anakin's eyes flitted to your figure, and your expression made his heart sink into his stomach, his curiosity draining into something much more sullen. From an outsider's point of view, you remained unaffected by the interaction, looking with disinterest at the duchess as she bored the transport, but to Anakin, he saw beyond the thickly built wall you had placed between your exterior and your emotions. He could see the underlying insecurity that filled your eyes, and he could feel it in your presence. It was vague enough that you had to put the concentration into your signature to recognize it, but your jealousy ebbed away into something much more consuming; uncertainty. His sympathy grew as you turned away, hurrying through the double doors and into the Temple, leaving Obi-Wan and him alone on the platform. 

Obi-Wan turned around, fully expecting to face you, only to meet with Anakin, whose previously teasing expression had vanished into solemnity. 

"Where did Y/N wander off to?" Obi-Wan asked, his blue irises scrutinizing the platform for any sign of you. 

"She left while you were ogling the duchess." Anakin crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing with distaste. 

"I was not ogling her, Anakin," he scoffed, "Why did she leave?" His own nervousness grew at your sudden disappearance. Something was very, very wrong, and from your facial expression when he arrived to now, he was at a loss as to what was transpiring inside your pretty head. 

"Well, if you weren't too busy giving heart eyes to your "old friend," then you would know that for yourself."

"Don't say it like that, Anakin. We are nothing more than friends." He scoffs, his hand running down the scratchy hair of his beard. 

"Yes, because you just let anyone touch your face, no less your beard." 

"She did that of her own volition Anakin. I-" he attempted to defend himself once more, feeling his patience wearing thin.

"You didn't stop her."

"Why are you arguing with me? It was a harmless action."

"That's what you think."

It clicked. At that moment, your behavior clicked in Obi-Wan's mind, and he knew the root of your sudden behavior change. You were jealous. 

His realization must have been reflected in his features because Anakin patted his back. "I'll leave you to it."

He signaled for Rex and headed inside the building with him, making conversation as the doors closed. As Obi-Wan began to move to try and find you, a clone called out his name. He turned around, folding his arms over his chest. 

"Sir, the council is requesting your presence." Obi-Wan nodded, and the clone took off in the other direction, saluting his superior before they descended into chatter. Now it was Obi-Wan's turn to steam in his irritation. He knew giving you time to simmer in your jealousy would only intensify the feeling. He needed to talk matters over now, but the council wouldn't accept Obi-Wan's late arrival. He huffed, storming off toward the Temple, where the council would be awaiting his arrival. 

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Night had fallen, and the stars danced above Obi-Wan as he speeds to your apartment in an un-composed jumble of nerves. Every second he's spent on his journey to you, his thoughts have whirled around different possible scenarios on what he could say, playing the interaction back in his mind. He should have known Satine, a ghost from his past would be a touchy subject for you. It's not that he never intended for you to find out; he just never found the right time to discuss it. You two were always so busy with the council, training, then now the war that your alone time was reserved for sleeping after a long day. It wasn't ideal, but you made it work, which is one of the many things he admires about you; your willingness to compromise. 

He should have known. That was all he could think about as he tried to control his pace in the Temple for fear of someone seeing him in such a hurry. Of course, Satine would have tried to rekindle the old flame of love they once had when he was merely a padawan learner. It made sense, a history like that wasn't easily forgotten, but she was oblivious to his attempts to subtly deflect her advances the entire time he was on Mandalore. She didn't appear to get the memo on the landing pad, instead pushing her affections further. 

He should have known Satine's very apparent feelings would stir up jealousy. Having endured other padawan's advances towards you, he was no stranger to the emotion. Now it was his turn to give you the comfort you needed.

His hand wrapped against the white steel of your door, fiddling with his fingers while he anxiously waits for a response. There is none, not even movement from inside. 

His fist knocks on the door once more, his dread building as he is met with silence. He knew you were in the room. He could feel your force signature tainted with feelings of contempt swirling around the small apartment. He sighed, running his hand down his face, his eyes bouncing about the corridor. Obi-Wan dug out his spare key and placed it in the lock. It clicked as he stuffed the key back in his robes, taking the cold metal between his fingers. 

What did he intend to say anyways? He used to harbor feelings of attachment for the quick-witted woman, but now he only cares for you? Care would not be the right word to accurately describe the depth of his senses. He loved you with every fiber of his being. He loved you, yet you didn't know how far he had fallen. Maybe that was due to the insecurity you didn't feel as deeply as he did, which placed a heavy weight on his heart. He shook his head. That's far from what he should be worrying about. He just needed to tell you the truth, no matter how you reacted. 

And with that, he turned the handle and strode in. Your apartment looked like any other, plain with minimal furniture that was as lackluster as every other flat the Jedi were gifted. 

"Little one?" he called, shutting the door behind him. It automatically locked while he took a step forward. He sensed your presence concentrated in your bedroom, but before he could step further into your apartment, the door swung open, revealing you in all of your beauty.

"What, master?" you responded, venom lacing your words, and his heart plunged into his stomach at the use of his title. You only use it in public. No matter how mad or angry you were, you never crossed the line into formalities unless you had to. His chest squeezed as he fought the sadness building in his chest at your fiery glare. He never wanted to be the source of your sadness, frustration, or negative emotions, and it killed him to see you in this state because of him.

"Can we talk?" he calmly asked, catching the way your face twisted. Please, he begged through the force. 

It felt as though someone was repeatedly stabbing his heart, over and over, while he stared at your expression. You masked your heartbrokenness with a false rage. He could see through the internal struggle behind your eyes as you sifted through your emotions to try and find an appropriate response to his plea. Finally, you pushed yourself off the doorway and back into your room, the door still ajar. 

"My dear?" he questioned, unsure of your intentions. Did you want him to follow you? He opened the door further to allow more space to enter. Your profile was silhouetted by the iridescent glow of the moon and artificial light as you sat on your bed, your eyes fixed on a particular spot on the floor. "My dear?" he called, in a softer voice, careful not to startle you. Your eyes lifted, liquid pools of a dazzling color meeting his murky blue. His breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you. Maker, how pure you appeared, sitting so patiently for him while your facade of anger dissolved, leaving your raw emotions of self-consciousness and insecurity behind.

He sat on the bed, next to you, finding himself unable to meet your eyes as they stared at the same spot on the floor. 

"I didn't realize you and the duchess..." you muttered, unable to finish the harsh sentence, and Obi-Wan winced. He had everything to lose by discussing this particular argument; by everything, he meant you.

"In my days as a padawan learner, I was sent to Mandalore with my master for a year. The details of the mission are...cruel. The system was in turmoil, to put it simply. At that time, Satine and I had developed feelings for one another. It never progressed into anything more, and when I left, I had forgotten about her to focus on my training once more." Obi-Wan felt like he was stumbling over his words, desperate for you to understand. He tried to reach out with the force but was met with your guard firmly in place, preventing him from wrapping his force signature around your mind like he's done a hundred times before. 

"I never loved her, my darling. That was in the past, something that had been buried under the life I'm building with you. She tried to renew something that was never there. Don't you see, my love? You're the only person I dream about at night, the only one I long to hold. The only one I fantasize about kissing. You're the only one I love."

Your head whipped around, your eyes as wide as saucers as you met his. Obi-Wan's eyes glistened with sincerity, and you slowly felt him disable your guard. Both of you knew that you shared this emotion with one another but had never spoken about it before. There was something sacred about those words, so dangerous but oh, so alluring because you had never loved anyone before. You didn't know how to express an emotion that carried such inexplicable weight in words, so you never did. Yet, they hung in the air, like a promise of something more, and you found yourself enraptured by it.  

"How do I know that you aren't lying? Hm?" Infuriated tears were beginning to brim in your eyes. You sniffed, your leg bouncing erratically while you turned away from his empathic gaze. Obi-Wan's face fell, the corners of his mouth weighed down by the grief in his head. Years without the feeling of love, without anyone displaying how deeply you mattered, have led you to doubt his own confession's validity. It shattered his heart that he was the first person to tell you such a thing, leaving you believing that you were unlovable. 

Obi-Wan's hand brushes against your face, urging you to look at him. You turn your head, and he lowers his hand, cupping your jaw with a raw tenderness that makes all of your fears melt from your head. For a moment, he sits there, eyes closed, breathing your air, and you can feel the pulse in his fingertips. You feel the quickness of his breath and the slight hitch as it catches. He seems nervous. 

His lips almost hesitantly meet yours. After kissing hundreds of times, this one seems to have a level of intimacy the others couldn't possibly possess. There was a hidden vow on his lips, one that you chased after to uncover. He unraveled the emotions he had been too afraid to display, so profound and unrefined you couldn't imagine anyone else feeling this way. There was passion, admiration, devotion, purity, connection, and most of all, love that he untangled so tenderly that you felt like you would melt. 

His mind was a blank slate, just reeling over the sensation of your rose petal lips over his. You tasted nothing sort of divine as heat flows through his veins, fueling his desire while he tries to convey every ounce of love he bears, a blissful feeling filling his heart. A wonderful whimper was released from your mouth, sending goosebumps down his arms. 

He very slowly pulls back, releasing your lips with a wet pop. Obi-Wan glides his hand underneath your chin, running his thumb admiringly across your bottom lip. 

"I love you, my dear," Obi-Wan whispers, "please never doubt that again."

"Never." 

[ithebookhoarder]

Reunited (Obi-wan Kenobi x Ex-Jedi Reader)

Summary: What if, like Ahsoka, you were forced to leave the Jedi Order? And Obi-wan comes to find you again after Order 66?

A/N: Thanks to the anon who requested this as I was already working on something similar given the pain the new Kenobi series has caused me. I actually cannot with life, right now. So I apologise in advance for the possible avalanche of Kenobi content coming y’alls way. I am still working on all the other requests I have though! I promise ❤️😅

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I feel he’d have been conflicted about whether or not to leave with you, after you chose to make your own way in the world without the order. After all, we know how much he cared for Satine, and he didn’t leave the order for her (even if he said he would have, had she asked) but you couldn’t ask him. 

You can’t blame him for choosing to stay, given how much the Jedi order means to him and the promises he made to Qui-Gon, regarding Anakin who is like a brother and son to him. 

He couldn’t abandon him or his duty to defend people with the republic - it’s who he is, and he wouldn’t be the man you’d fallen in love with if he did. 

That doesn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt though, that you wouldn’t have felt pain and rejection to leave, knowing he won’t come with you. 

But you learn to make peace with it. 

You’d start your life over and for a while, no matter where you end up, you’d find a new way of existing without the Jedi order and without Obi-wan

However, no matter where you ended up, there would be no way you didn’t hear what had happened to the Jedi following Order 66. News like that spreads fast, even to the very edges of the outer rim. 

You’d also feel it, the great unbalance in the force - the pain and suffering being inflicted as they are all but erased. 

As soon as you hear the news, you’d have been distraught. You wonder what has happened to your friends, your family… after all, you knew connections and attachments were forbidden but it had been impossible not to form them with the group of people you spent every waking minute beside. It doesn’t make any sense and you feel anger and guilt at not being there to help them or protect them.

You also struggle to understand what had happened and how no one had seen it coming. It would leave you questioning everything you knew or remembered about your time there as you try to make it make sense. 

However, it is only when Obi-wan one days appears on your doorstep that you are able to understand what truly happened. 

You want so badly to be angry at him, to scream and shout and throw things, but the broken man that stands before you wouldn’t be able to handle that. 

There are tears swimming in his eyes that he won’t let fall because he knows once he lets them he won’t be able to stop the flow.

You’re standing there and he’s wanted nothing more than this moment but he can’t move. He’s afraid that if he tries to reach out to you, to touch you, you’ll disappear like everyone else in his life.

“Obi…”

He lifts his head, a sad ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “Hello, Y/N.”

You can’t help it. Both of you would break down in each other’s arms, utterly consumed by too many emotions to even try and begin to process them. 

Eventually, you’d compose yourselves long enough to invite him into your home. 

Busying yourself with making tea and tidying up the place you’ve made your own is a good distraction as you try to fully comprehend the fact that the man you thought you’d never see again is sitting across the room from you. In a way, it feels like old times, even down to the fact you have his favourite blend of tea (a fact he doesn’t mention aloud, but you see his eyes brighten in recognition of the smell as he takes his first sip)

It also makes it easier for him to begin trying to tell you the tale of everything that had happened since you’d left the Order; the words flow easier without your eyes on him, even if you are still giving him your undivided attention, listening closely as you continue stirring your tea over and over and over.

As the story nears its tragic conclusion, you can no longer stand there. You find yourself drawing closer until you are sat beside him, hands holding his as the tears pour from his eyes. 

“I… I killed him… I left him there, writhing in agony… and it was all my fault.”

“No. No, Obi. It wasn’t.”

“I should have seen it coming.” 

“How could you? Not even Master Yoda himself could have foreseen it. Chancellor Palpatine… he tricked us all, and he manipulated Anakin - turned him against us.”

“But by using doubts I did nothing to prevent. Nothing to soothe! That was my job - that was the promise I made and I failed.” 

The tea is soon forgotten, replaced by whatever supply of alcohol you have stashed away (yet another sign of how much the world has turned upside down. After all, Obi never liked to drink if he could help it, and even then it was normally as part of a mission or social event that he’d agree to partake… to see him consuming the bottle in his hand like it was water is a peculiar sight) However, given what he has seen and endured, it isn’t hard to understand. 

“So, Luke is on Tatooine?”

Obi nodded slowly. “Yes… with his uncle, where he’ll hopefully be safe and far away from those who wish him harm, or to use him for their own purposes. Leia is with Bail on Alderaan.”

You agree then and there to help watch over the boy. It is the least you can do for him, and his parents… both of whom you’d loved beyond comprehension. The mere thought of Padmé’s pain and grief is enough to finally tip you over the edge and into another bottle of drink. 

Together you’d grieve… for your friends, for Anakin, and for the time you’ve lost… You simply let it all out, emptying yourselves as you fall apart into a thousand pieces. That way, when you wake the next morning, you can both begin the task of putting yourselves back together again… to construct a new world, a new reality for you both - together. At last.  

It would take some time and adjustments, to learn to live with one another but you’d eventually get there. 

You adapt to the fact that you two can now be together, without the need to hide your relationship. 

You start to remember what it is to laugh at things, to feel joy and not feel guilty for it. 

You also begin to find your own identities, your own purposes, without the Order or the Jedi. 

[13ag21k]

I just had this self indulgent idea of Luke giving both Anakin and Obi-Wan's lightsabers back to Ahsoka. Like just imagine her using their lightsabers together to bring peace back to the galaxy.

[superhusbands4ever]

I’ve been trying to put into words why I absolutely loved that confrontation between Darth Vader and Obi Wan in the season/series finale, and I think I’ve finally figured it out

I think this scene was a perfect example of Anakin/Vader constantly being at war with both the Light and the Dark inside of him.

Obviously I think they kept the scene purposefully vague enough that it could be interpreted many ways and all of them be true, but I think the “I am not your failure, Obi Wan” line has two meanings behind it.

I think it was both Anakin trying to offer Obi Wan not forgiveness, but absolution while it was also Vader doubling down on his power and arrogance. Now, I’m not arguing that Anakin and Darth Vader are different people — they’re not. They are two halves of the same whole, no matter what Vader wants to believe. Because that’s the whole point of Anakin Skywalker — balancing the Light and Dark. Darth Vader is just that dark side amplified to the millionth degree. But both halves know there’s nothing to apologize for, even if the intention behind it is different.

As many have said, the lighting in the scene felt too intentional for it to not be indicating Anakin peeking through - similar to when the yellow receded from his eyes, briefly, when he fought Ahsoka on Malachor. The blue light during the line “I am not your failure, Obi Wan” felt symbolic of that little piece of good that is still in Anakin, the piece that Padmé and Luke saw, trying to comfort Obi Wan on… some level by, not forgiving him, but absolving him of guilt.

BUT I think it was also Darth Vader showing his arrogance by not wanting to give Obi Wan any credit for what he became. He has nothing to forgive Obi Wan for because Obi Wan didn’t make him this way. Vader killed Anakin, that part of himself that was weak and afraid, and made himself “stronger,” not Obi Wan. It was his choice to do what he did and fall to the Dark Side. Not Obi Wan’s. And, in Vader’s eyes, he’s better for it. There is nothing to apologize for, or forgive.

To me the scene reads as the two parts of Anakin at war with each other: the light - the part that cares deeply and desperately about the people he love(d); and the dark — that underlying anger and arrogance that Anakin always carried with him, the part of him that has been consumed by fear, rage, and hate. And unfortunately, Obi Wan couldn’t see that little bit of Light — no one does, until Luke. Both halves wanting to take the guilt away from Obi Wan, but with different intentions behind it.

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader is The Chosen One, a man who is constantly being torn apart by both the Light and the Dark Side of the Force, until he ultimately brings balance, and I think this scene shows that in a subtle, but profound, way.

[vodkaparadise]

Obi-Wan and Leia

[jaskiersbeloved]

"He needs to be trained"

"Like you've trained his father?"

OWEN LARS, FOR FUCKS SAKE, WAS THAT NECESSARY?!

[enigmatist17]

A Jetti and his wrangler

Or

A marshal commander and his husband

[musialawirtzrichten]

current mood after today’s episode

[alamogirl80]

Stress relief

Full Spice shot on my Twitter

[these-words-like-violence]

Leia is strong enough to resist mind probing just like she resists Vader's probing later. She is strong in the Force without realizing it.

[miseries-mistress]

Hey friend! 👋 how about some starwars fluff. Maybe a date night indoors?

RELAX | OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: Tonight was a rare night dedicated to your comfort after a tiresome day that dragged on for more hours than it should have. You had tugged yourself to the fresher when your duties for the day came to a conclusion while Obi-Wan dressed the room for an indoor date, embraced with the promise of relaxation.  

Warnings: female reader, fluff, purely fluff, literally nothing else but tooth-rotting fluff. W/C: 1674

Notes: it could be better, tbh, but i tried

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The soft, quiet blue of the holo illuminated the otherwise dark space, with the occasional speeder flying past the window in a blur of light. Snacks of various kinds were set on the small table before the holo, along with blankets draped ceremoniously across the couch. Obi-Wan bustled around his large apartment that he was granted along with the rank of Jedi Master.

Truly, he didn't know what to do with the space, for he was only one person until you entered his life. Your entrance was reflected in his apartment by the way you organized the various belongings he owned, like the caf machine you tilted at a certain angle or even the articles of your clothing he often found lying about his after long nights spent in each other's company, without the watchful eye of the Jedi and its council.

Amongst all the secretive meetings you had with each other, nights like these that promised the rest of leisure after a tiresome day seemed to matter more than the hurried movements of blinding ecstasy you often yielded to. That's why he had set up a date of sorts…well, he's never been on a date before, so really, Obi-Wan was going off of what he thought counted as a date; watching holofilms was the closest he could get to that while basking in the rare silver of quality time. 

It wasn't as if you two lacked time together; that could be farther than the truth from the way you spend your nights together in the same plush bed to well into the morning, but your schedule today didn't coincide like it usually did. Typically your schedule provided you a couple of minutes together and then maybe teaching a class of younglings with one another, but today you two were stretched across separate sides of the Temple, Obi-Wan having to sit in meeting after meeting along with a hearing that took up a decent chunk of his afternoon while you were moving from training your own padawan to supervising a class of younglings…alone, which that in its right would exhaust anybody, Jedi master or not. 

Obi-Wan wanted to dedicate tonight to the promise of your well-earned relaxation while relinquishing time within the presence of each other, for it had been too long since you spent any meaningful time with each other that didn't include sleeping, waking up, or eating. More than anything, you deserved a distraction from your active life, and if he could grant you such a pleasure, he would make sure every mynute detail was perfect.

Obi-Wan took one last look around the room, ensuring everything was in place before you emerged from the shower. The sound of the water being shut off made his eyes wander to where the bedroom door was left agape, the steam slowly wafting out into the main room where Obi-Wan stood almost robotically. Gods, how he had missed you. He knew, he knew that he was apart from you less than a day, but the day had dragged on and on without an end in sight from the sleep-inducing meetings on more war, stuff Obi-Wan didn't particularly like involving himself in for the borderline of politics was not one he wants to cross.

Your head peaked out of the doorway, your curves draped in a loose fitted shirt as you stepped out into the room where Obi-Wan fussed over the blankets. You extend your signature, brushing against his to let you in, and his mental barriers give way just as he turns around, sensing your presence. You offer him a tired smile, peering around him to see what he had been leaning over to do. The room was eloquently set with the promise of tenderness. Each detail of it, from your favorite holofilm, staring back at you to a cup of warm tea, puts you in a place far beyond the stars, bringing along a sense of elation that pulls you deeper into the spiral of love. 

"I wasn't sure..."" Obi-Wan sheepishly rubbed his hands together, his eyes glistening with an embarrassed gleam at your awed expression. You took a step forward, embracing him and melting into his warmth. His arms snaked under yours to pull you deeper into the hug you seemed to be longing for. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his prickly facial hair skimming over your forehead as he pursued a kiss to your skin tenderly. The kiss might have been a simple point of contact, but its emotions convinced your heart to skip a beat and your chest to constrict with the earnestness of his feelings. There was a longing, one that made butterflies take flight in your stomach with the sincerity of his senses he was conveying to you. His lips left your skin a moment later, and his eyes gravitated to yours, sparkling under the faint blue glow of the holo. His body moves before he has time to react, and he's capturing your lips between his own, pressing every built-up desire and letting it tumble down the abyss of your heart. Your lips respond in kind, driving your passion as he leans into the temptation of your body. 

It was meant to be a simple kiss to unravel the whirlwind of tension growing between you two after all the impulsive shared moments filled with unbridled lust you managed to sneak to slake your desire during the past week. And while they all provided fruitful memories, they could never truly amount to those delicate moments where the rest of the world seemed to melt away as if the Maker was granting you a distraction from your turbulent life filled with violence and sorrow. The kiss was something in between. The passion, desire, the rush of it all was there, but underneath the layers of your hearts was a timeless empathy that seemed to thaw the simplicity of craving and reveal nothing but the volume of his affections that made you go weak and dreamy.

He released your lip slowly as if savoring the last silvers of your sweetness before letting your burning lungs fill with the lost air. Your head falls to his chest as Obi-Wan's hands rub benevolent circles up and around your spine, bringing you into an acquainted state of serenity while washing away all doubts and worries gathered throughout the day. 

"Better?" Obi-Wan's voice breaks through the veil of silence, and you nod before lifting your head from his chest. 

"All thanks to you," you replied, offering him a gentle smile, which he returned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. You peer around him at the couch he had meticulously set up before looking back at him. 

"Thank you," you softly whisper, and a faint blush dusts his cheeks as he realizes you are thanking him for the date. His head dips while his calloused hands move to rub up and down your arm. 

"We can't go out for dates, so I figured this was the closest thing to it. I wasn't sure what to do, so…" Obi-Wan mumbles, clearly embarrassed by his own feelings, but you chuckle, bringing your hand to his face as you cup it, your hand resting over his ticklish golden-red hair. He leans into the touch, his eyes softening with the homely tenderness you never seemed to get used to. 

"Thank you, my Obi-Wan." 

Those words resounded through his head in an endless repeat, bouncing through every corner of his skull. He's sure he must look foolish with how he's gaping at you, his eloquent words stuck in his throat, floating loosely in his mind. My Obi-Wan. His chest gives an unfamiliar clenched at those words, dumbstruck by the way they lit a fire in his very essence. He was yours; heart, soul, and body, all entwined with yours in such a way that they could never be truly separated. He concealed the wide, beaming grin that threatened to break across his face, hiding his inner joy at your words.

"Now, c'mon, general, I would like to watch the movie sometime tonight." He lets you lead him to the couch as you pull the blankets over yourself. Obi-Wan is still trying to process the admiration in your tone, the gleam of truth in your eyes, and your feather-light touches that nourish his deprived spirit of the affection it craved. He thrived on it, flourished even, on the increments of the love you so graciously blessed him with. He needed nothing more now than the feeling of you in his arms, nuzzled within his taut muscles. 

The movie played, the bright sounds and colors flashing over your entranced face as a gasp of surprise escaped your parted lips before the melodic sound of your laughter followed. Your body had lost all traces of trepidation, submitting fully to the desire of comfort with the taste of rest lingering in your movements. Obi-Wan happily spent the film admiring you, touching you in the purest way as if to prove that you were real. 

A man such as himself should not be allowed to lose himself in your divine presence, caress your supple skin with the trace of his finger and bask in the warmth of your body, relaxed and safe within his embrace. But, as the night grew older, you two couldn't be happier trapped within your rare moment of peace as the war raged on beyond the borders of Coruscant, he could forget everything that wasn't you, and for once in his life, he was okay with that. 

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I had this idea of Obi-Wan and Anakin ending up exchanging lightsabers without knowing it.

It happens probably during a makeout session after a long awaited reunion and while they are smooching alarms begin to blare and during this sudden chaos and confusion Obi-Wan and Anakin grab the wrong sabers and it is just the cutest thing ever when they realize it after having destroyed many armies of droids, one of the masters Obi-Wan is fighting alongside with points it out and is like "Why are you using Anakin's lightsaber?" and Obi-Wan is blushing like mad, Meanwhile Ahsoka is probably having the time of her life teasing Anakin about it.

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Disaster “we’ll be fine as long as we stay together” Lineage featuring Obi-Wan “I’m sorry, Anakin. For all of it.” Kenobi and Ahsoka “I won’t leave you. Not this time.” Tano and Darth “Anakin Skywalker was weak — I destroyed him.”/“You did not kill Anakin Skywalker. I did.” Vader