#obi wan kenobi x yn

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Dernière Danse

Pairings: Obi-Wan x (opera singer) reader

Warnings/Tags: song fic, romance, affection, deep conversation, both characters kiss

Summary: You are an opera singer and Obi-Wan accompanies you to your home planet to protect you from the bounty hunters pursuing you. When you both visit a place that not only brings back beautiful memories in you, but also has a special influence on you, you both find yourself captured in an enchanting melancholy that feeds the secret affection you hold for each other. In the embrace of the atmosphere, you do what you cherish the most: sing a beautiful song, that unexpectedly leads to a fervent waltz.

Song: "Dernière Danse" by Indila https://youtu.be/sCNbRElkSw8?si=92fJyU9U7k13UrMO

Words: 1.9k

A/n: It took me so long to finish the story and I will probably start a series with short stories about the romance between Obi-Wan and the opera singer.

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The soft glow of the moon bathed the ancient ruins, perched on a hidden cliff, in a silver radiance. Abandoned for millennia, this sacred place had been a sanctuary since your earliest memories. The magic of the ruins revealed itself most profoundly under the cloak of the night, an enchanted aura that drew you in like a long-lost friend. Although your visits had become infrequent since relocating to Coruscant, each return to your family home beckoned you to this hallowed ground.

The weathered murals that adorned the ruins told tales of dramas and ancient fairy tales, capturing your imagination since childhood. Tonight, however, your solitude was interrupted. Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi and a dear friend, accompanied you on this nocturnal pilgrimage. Duty bound him to protect you from the bounty hunters that pursued you, yet it was your idea to share this special place, a testament to the bond you shared.

Your voice, filled with a hint of melancholy, carried the weight of memories as you spoke to Obi-Wan. "As a child, my mother and I spent countless hours here. She told me stories of the ancient civilization that once thrived in these ruins." A fond smile graced your lips, and Obi-Wan observed the light in your eyes with keen interest. The beauty and tranquility of this place seemed to touch a chord within him.

"The Vaarhi, that's what they were called, right?" Obi-Wan recalled, his hand exploring the weathered surface of a stone brick as you nodded in agreement.

"Yes, they are my ancestors."

"Really?" Obi-Wan settled onto a worn brick, his touch absorbing the essence of the aged stone. "The spiritual legacy of the Vaarhi is evident in you."

You chuckled softly, remembering how Obi-Wan had remarked on your spiritual aura when you first met him after a performance. Closing your eyes, you inhaled the night air, momentarily lost in shared memories. In that quiet moment, your mind wandered to the unexpected connection that had grown between you and Obi-Wan. Fate seemed to intertwine your paths at every turn, leading you to a profound understanding. The camaraderie, the shared ideals, and the uncanny similarities in your personalities forged a bond that transcended duty. Despite your growing affection for him, a bitter-sweet realization hung in the air—the Jedi Code forbade the reciprocation of such feelings. But all of your encounters were not mere coincidence, but forget a connection that runs deeper than duty demands. It felt like fate and fate had a curious way of guiding, even when least expected.

The nocturnal symphony of the ruins seemed to echo the complexity of your emotions. The forbidden affections tugged at your heart, yet the night held a quiet reassurance that, for now, you could revel in the shared warmth of the ruins and the profound connection that had woven itself into the fabric of your intertwined destinies.

Your eyes fluttered open, determined to cast aside the intrusive thought that threatened to permeate your mind. Instead, you immersed yourself in the delicate perfume of countless flowers wafting through the air. A symphony of joyful colors and tender emotions enveloped you. "Indeed, Master Kenobi, spirituality courses through my veins. Historical tales, superstitions, and fairy tales evoke a melancholy that eludes verbal expression. It's this connection that allows me to empathize so deeply with my roles in the opera," you explained, turning to face him. His gentle gaze lingered on your silhouette, absorbing the details of your face and the flowing dress that cascaded around your legs like a waterfall.

As your melancholy brushed against him, his aura softened, and you studied his countenance with keen interest. Something stirred in his eyes, and your heart quickened. In the night's gentle illumination, his irises mirrored the bluish hues of the flowers adorning the ruins. A flutter danced in your stomach, prompting you to turn away, wary of revealing too much about yourself and the burgeoning feelings for him. The awareness that he could sense your emotional state added an extra layer of complexity.

With purposeful steps, you reached the cliff's edge. Crooked trees, aged companions of the ruins, lined the slope, guardians of the former temple complex that loomed above the evergreen grassland. In the absence of urban lights, a tapestry of stars unfolded in myriad colors, a celestial display unparalleled in many corners of the planet.

"This place is where my passion for singing was kindled," you shared, turning back to Obi-Wan, who remained a silent observer. A tingling sensation traversed your body, and once again, your stomach fluttered. These were the moments that hinted at a connection beyond what he was willing to acknowledge. The stolen glances, the lingering stares—could he truly believe you were oblivious?

"I can imagine this place has been a wellspring of inspiration for you," Obi-Wan replied, briefly diverting his gaze to the surroundings. "It's a rare beauty, unlike many places I've visited."

"It's profoundly special to me. A haven of tranquility, seldom frequented by others. Being here grounds me and brings me closer to my roots," you explained, moving away from the cliff to settle on a stone opposite Obi-Wan. His eyes followed your every movement. Yes, it was a sanctuary for you, and that's precisely why you had brought him here.

You drew in another deep breath, and began to sing, the haunting melody weaving through the quiet night. The song, a familiar refrain that echoed through these ancient ruins ever before, held lyrics filled with sadness and heartbreak—but at the same time, was equally beautiful.

"Ô ma douce souffrance. Pourquoi s'acharner? Tu r'commences. Je n'suis qu'un être sans importance. Sans lui, je suis un peu paro. Je déambule seule dans l'métro."

Obi-Wan, captivated by the ethereal sound, held his breath as your voice painted the air. It was a sound he had heard many times before, yet each rendition enthralled him anew. Your voice, incomparably beautiful, possessed an unforgettable and haunting quality that silenced his thoughts like a siren's song. Unable to tear his gaze away, he found himself entirely entranced.

"Une dernière danse. Pour oublier ma peine immense. Je veux m'enfuir que tout r'commence. Ô ma douce souffrance."

The lyrics, tinged with emotions that reached deep within, were a poignant declaration of your romantic feelings for Obi-Wan. While you had sung for him before, subliminally during an opera performance, this time was different. It was an intimate moment meant solely for him, and the weight of it hung in the air.

You shifted your gaze, peering beyond the ancient trees to the horizon where the sea of stars unfolded. As the refrain left your lips, your voice reached its zenith, yet still withholding a fraction of its full potential.

"J'remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit. Je danse avec le vent, la pluie. Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel. Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse."

Enchanted by the spellbinding melody, Obi-Wan gracefully rose from his seat and approached you. A gentle smile adorned his face as he extended his hand, seamlessly intertwining with yours. In a fluid motion, he drew you to your feet, one hand securely holding yours, while the other rested on your waist, eliciting a delightful shiver of excitement.

"Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur. Est-ce mon tour? Revient la douleur. Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne. Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole."

Obi-Wan's eyes locked onto yours, and with the onset of the next verse, he initiated a dance, pulling you into a surprising rhythm. You followed his lead, visibly taken aback; it was the first time witnessing his dance, a revelation that defied your expectations. You never imagined he would, let alone possess the skill you were now witnessing.

"Que d’espérance. Sur ce chemin en ton absence. J'ai beau trimer, sans toi ma vie n'est qu'un décor qui brille, vide de sens."

Lost in the depths of each other's eyes, you both shared a profound gaze. As if ensnared by an unseen force, you found it impossible to look away, losing yourself in the infinite galaxies reflected in his gaze. The gentle and loving smile on Obi-Wan's lips conveyed a message that transcended mere friendship, echoing the depth of emotions that unfolded in the dance of the night.

With each note of the ensuing chorus, your steps took on a newfound extravagance. Across the ancient stones, you and the Jedi glided seamlessly, your voice ascending to meet the night's gentle breeze. The moonlit waltz evolved into a dance of emotions, a symphony of harmonious steps, weaving an unspoken narrative as the hem of your long dress swirled through the air, lightly brushing against both your and Obi-Wan's legs.

"J'remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit. Je danse avec le vent, la pluie. Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel. Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse. Et dans le noise, je cours et j'ai peur. Est-ce mon tour? Revient la douleur. Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne. Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole."

In an instant, Obi-Wan cast aside all pretenses. Locking his gaze onto your beautiful visage, he guided you into a graceful spin, disregarding everything—reality, his duties, and the Jedi code. All he desired was to be near you and savor the present moment. It wasn't just your enchanting voice; it was the fervor in your dance that wholly captivated him.

As the third verse echoed in the night, you began to toy with your voice, releasing notes that resonated heavenly, traversing the ruins, the cliff, and far beyond. Gathering all your emotions and the love you harbored for Obi-Wan, you expressed them through your high, soaring tones. It was an unmistakable message, one reflected in his eyes. He comprehended every nuance of your expression, the declaration of love entwined with the ache simmering within you, intensified by the realization that your love was forbidden in this world.

"Dans sette douce souffrance. Dont j'ai payé toutes les offenses. Écoute comme mon cœur is immense. Je suis une enfant du monde."

As your message resonated with Obi-Wan, his grasp on your hand and hips tightened, his gaze conveying a myriad of emotions. It spoke volumes about your significance to him, the emotions you stirred within him, and the profound desires hidden beneath the surface.

With the final rendition of the chorus, you infused the last ounce of emotion and power into your voice. Your wide eyes locked onto Obi-Wan as he gracefully twirled you through one pirouette after another.

"J'remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit. Je danse avec le vent, la pluie. Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel. Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse. Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur. Est-ce mon tour? Revient la douleur. Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne. Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole."

With the final note resonating in the air, Obi-Wan orchestrated a concluding twirl. Your dress cascaded like a radiant veil, exuding an elegance surpassing that of a billion moons and stars. In the midst of the dance, you felt the sense of freedom coursing through your limbs, all while under the careful watch of the Jedi. There was also a sense of relief, because of the secret you have now unveiled.

As the momentum waned, Obi-Wan guided you back with deliberate ease. In one seamless motion, he drew you closer, releasing his hand from your hip. At the last syllable escaping your lips, his now-free hand cradled the back of your head, initiating a kiss.

Without hesitation, you leaned into the tender yet passionate exchange. A cosmic explosion of sensations surged within you as the long-awaited dream became true. Your hands traced over his tunica, threading through his hair, drawing him nearer. In that moment, all you yearned for was the eternity of this embrace.

[mlmxreader]

Skin to Skin | Obi Wan Kenobi x m!reader (🍋)

Anonymous asked: obi wan x male reader

sparring that leads to sex and dominate obi wan with a daddy kink

summary: you and Obi Wan have very different ideas when it comes to how to spend your sparring session, but at least you eventually get what you both want. 

tws: daddy kink, swearing, anal sex, anal fingering, praise kink 

word count: 1325

MINORS DNI 

You and Obi Wan had been told to train together, sent to a private space where no one would interrupt, no one would hear what went on behind closed doors, no one would see, you had your own ideas of what the sparring session should entail; Obi Wan, though, was always keen on following the rules. He insisted that you spar as usual, that this training session should be no different to any other; even if he did get his beard trimmed recently, even if he did get his hair done, even if he did look absolutely magnificent today. He insisted that you stick to the rules. 

You wanted to break the rules, though, to feel your boyfriend’s skin against your own and for him to make you feel all those things he did when you were in the isolation and seclusion of his bedroom; you yearned to feel his skin on your own, and you were determined to at least tease him a little. 

When Obi Wan went to throw a punch, you caught his wrist, and pulled him in close, your chest against his as you smiled. “C’mon, Daddy, that the best you can do?”

“Don’t call me that here,” he hissed, rolling his eyes and pushing you away. “We’re meant to be training, (y/n).” 

“We don’t have to train,” you pointed out. “No one’s gonna find out if we don’t.” 

“Maybe so,” he grabbed your wrists, and took you down to the padded floor with a loud thud, his hips on yours as he pinned your arms above your head. “But that doesn’t mean we should break the rules, does it?”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, and put your hands on his chest as you pushed him over so that he was on his back with you on top. “Depends. Are you as horny as I am?”

“You’re distracted,” Obi Wan chuckled, shaking his head as he dared to pin you down again, this time with your face against the floor and your arms behind your back, his thighs either side of yours as he raised a brow. “This is a familiar position.” 

“Who’s distracted, now?” You asked with a sly smile, purposefully shaking your hips so that he looked at your ass. “Eh?” 

Obi Wan put his hand on your lower back, propping you up a little so that you had to bring your knees up, pressed them into the floor as he hummed softly, his legs now between yours as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. “Is this really what you want?”

“You have no idea,” you purred, letting out a soft yelp when he suddenly turned you on your back, his arms either side of your head as he dived into a harsh kiss, his beard scratching your skin and his hair tickling your face as it fell out of place. “Daddy…” 

“Always so needy,” Obi Wan growled, shaking his head and grinding his hips against you, making you moan softly. “You couldn’t even make it through a sparring session.” 

“Well, you are quite the distraction,” you commented with a chuckle. “Don’t you think?”

He moved down your body, opening your robe slowly to reveal your chest. “I bet you’d love it if I started this, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, tangling your fingers in his hair as you swallowed thickly. “Daddy, please.” 

“See? So needy,” he moved back up again, licking his lips. His blue eyes filled with lust. “But such a good boy… get on your hands and knees.” 

You were eager to oblige, shrugging off your clothes and leaving them in a puddle next to you, presenting your ass to him with a roll of your lips, your cock hard and precum dripping onto the padded floor. “This good?”

“Very,” Obi Wan breathed out, only daring to strip enough so that he could pull his cock out, licking his lips at the sight of your ass. He frowned a little, shaking his head. “I’m going to get your bag, hang on.” 

You perked up a little at that, he knew as well as you did that you kept a small bottle of lube in your bag for such occasions, and when he returned, he paused. 

“Now, are you sure?”

“Very fucking sure,” you told him with a nod. “Please, Daddy, fuck me.” 

Obi Wan positioned himself behind you, applying some of the lube to your asshole before he sank two fingers in, making you moan his name under your breath and push back against him as he started to use the digits to stretch your asshole; but then he leaned back so that he was sat down; he pulled his cock out again, and cleared his throat. 

“Do you want to ride Daddy’s cock, for a change?”

“Yes, please,” you nodded, lining your ass up with his cock and slowly sinking down on it, a small gasp coming from the back of your throat as you both stilled. 

Obi Wan waited for you to start rolling your hips before he started to thrust up into you, knowing that when you started moving, you were ready; he grabbed your ass, coaxing your movements with praises as he littered your torso and up to your neck with kisses. 

“That’s it,” he growled out. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock like a good boy.” 

You put your hands on his shoulders, desperately fucking yourself on his cock, rolling your hips, bucking them, letting out soft moans of his name each time he thrust up into you, each time he bucked his hips and rocked them against you, his cock filling your ass so beautifully that you never wanted to feel anything else; each of his praises were only amplified when he slowly brought one hand up to your throat. 

“Do you want Daddy to choke you?”

“Yes!” You breathed out, nodding eagerly as you moved your hips a little faster. “Please, Daddy. Choke me.” 

Applying a little pressure to your throat, Obi Wan could feel your pulse racing against his fingertips, and he smiled a little, bringing his other hand down so that he could start playing with your balls, as well, making your moans grow louder and louder as he revelled in the sound of them. 

“Do you want to keep riding Daddy?” He asked hoarsely. 

“Yes,” you whimpered, bucking your hips a little faster still, such needy and wanting movements that made him moan your name as he kept his hand around your throat. “Please, Daddy, make me cum.” 

Obi Wan was all too happy to do such a thing, starting to pick up his movements a little more, going a little faster than what you were, the sensation making you shudder softly as your grip on his shoulders grew a little tighter; he swallowed thickly, a loud moan coming from his lips when you begged for him to make you cum over and over again, the request so loud that he was certain it would have broken the soundproofing. But in that moment, he didn’t really care, he just wanted to see your cock spill a load of cum, he just wanted to fuck his own cum into that perfect hole of yours; still, he kept fucking into you as much as he could, his movements only daring to stutter as he came inside your ass, daring to keep fucking it into you as he moaned your name softly and bit at your chest, littering it in little marks that made you moan each time. 

“Daddy, please,” you begged softly. “Fuck! I wanna cum!”

“Cum for Daddy,” he encouraged with a smile, licking his lips when you started. He watched it splatter, his smile only daring to grow a little as he started to pull out, softly patting your ass. “Do you want to keep Daddy’s cum in your ass all day like a good boy?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. “Please.” 

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Obi-Wan Kenobi 1: Padawan (Love Story Inspiration)

Since the show has finally started I wanted to share my 3 part playlists again: This part in my mind refers to a lovestory during his padawan time (with another padawan) up until episode 1 and him taking over the time consuming and heavy duty of looking after Anakin and OC eventually leaves to find their own path after getting knighted.

[skylinex752]

obi-wan : go over there and flirt, just say a cheesy pick up line 

Anakin : okay 

Anakin walking up to y/n: I  like my partners like i like my intrusive thoughts 

y/n : ???

Anakin: Fucking me over in the middle of the night 

Obi-wan: oh god 

[blue-sadie]

Squished Between

Anakin Skywalker x Reader x Obi Wan kenobi

Summary: having targets on your back ends you up with two hot bodyguards

Warning: age gap, pool sex

Yn/3rd person pov

My family is very well known and being well known has its up and downs we had a lot of allies and enemies so we were close to the jedi order especially master skywalker and kenobi.

"put some clothes on" my dad complained as I waltzed into the room, I was wearing a skimpy bikini and I bite my lip as I caught anakin looking at my body up and down.

"I'm gonna hang by the pool" I smiled skipping my way out to the pool and as I reached the pool a shiver ran through my body their intense gaze made my body feel on fire, I dipped my feet into the water and sat myself on the edge of the pool, "hey their pretty girl" anakin murmured as he and obi wan came outside "so what brings you guys this side of the planet" I asked leaning back on my elbows looking back at them.

"Your father has asked us to look after you while he's away" kenobi said adjust his belt I smirked glancing over to anakin who averted his gaze as I looked at him "I wonder if my dad will ever realize I'm a grown woman and not a child" I sighed dramatically as I got up and went deeper into the pool swaying my hips with each step.

"Come join me" I murmured not looking at them "We can't-" I glanced at anakin "why are you that bor-" and as planned anakin took off his robes leaving him in his tunic and jumped in "what were you saying" anakin muttered as he came towards me.

"Nothing" I murmured batting my eyelashes at him making him chuckle "I'm sure you were about to call Mr boring" he grinned evilly as he started backing me up against the wall "I thought we were supposed to be professional" obi wan groaned as he too slid off his robes and joined us in the pool.

"We could but how can we resist this lovely and how she always teases us" anakin chuckled as he used his hand to caress my cheek "so you were getting the message I thought I was just to young for you" I loved rilling them up "sweetheart I'm only a couple years older then you so you better watch" anakin muttered as he clasped my chin tightly.

Their touch made my body feel on fire, obi wan lips molded against mine roughly as their hands started to pull off my clothes "your so beautiful" obi wan smiled and I gasped as anakins fingers dipped down to my core gently slipping into my folds rubbing my clit my eyes flattered as my mouth opened onto an o shape "f-fuck" I moaned.

Their touch made my body feel on fire, obi wan lips molded against mine roughly as their hands started to pull off my clothes "your so beautiful" obi wan smiled and I gasped as anakins fingers dipped down to my core gently slipping into my folds rubbing my clit my eyes flattered as my mouth opened onto an o shape "f-fuck" I moaned.

They chuckled and praised my reactions as anakin slipped his fingers into me "she's so tight" anakin groaned as he started using his fingers to scissor me "and look at these perky things" kenobi growled as he started to play with my breasts and pinch my nibbles my moans started turning into soft crys as I felt my climax coming nearer "please can I c-cum" I cried and they only laughed before anakin gave me a teasing yes, he started thrusting his fingers deeper into my pussy and adding more intill his all his fingers were inside it was getting to be too much.

Tears started to prick my eyes as my body began to tense and my core began to clench "c-cumming" I whined out my legs squeezing around his hand "such a good slut" anakin chuckled kissing my forehead, I whined as they pulled back from me my body still shaking from the orgasm but my mouth immediately began to water as the slid off their tunics leaving them bare, I bit my lip in excitement as I looked down at their cocks they were exactly as expected big.

"So how do you want to play this sweetheart" kenobi asked as they settled beside me again I looked at him with lust and hunger and ran one of my hands up and down his chest as I leaned up to his ear "I want you both in my pussy" I whispered but loud enough for anakin to hear kenobi was flustered and didn't know what to say while anakin just growled out.

Anakin pushed up behind me caging me between them "that could be arranged" he growled out and his hands ran down the back of my thighs stopping at my knee before picking me up I squealed out as he brought my legs to my chest but a bit spread out obi wan took in the sight as he pressed himself closer to me and he moved his cock running the tip up and down my slit "please obi please" I begged arching my back towards him he only grinned "as you wish princess" and finally pushed in.

We both moaned in pleasure as he started moving "you were r-right she is t-tight" he groaned "like I said master when am I ever wrong" anakin laughed as he adjusted me as his cock was also by my slit "you ready slut" he growled and only pushed in when I nodded, I cried out as it burned at the stretch "fuck" anakin yelled out as kenobi tensed his jaw so he didn't make a sound.

Their cocks filled me up and they had to wait for me to adjust before they could move "y-you can move" I murmured as I put my arms around obi wan for support, they slowly started to pump into me asking every few minutes if I was ok but after the fith one my pained whines turned into moans and they took that as a sign to move faster "your doing so well sweetheart" kenobi praised and kissed me again but more roughly and full of passion "aww don't leave me out" anakin whined playfully before starting to suck on my neck again.

My breathing started to quicken and my eyes rolled as their cocks brushed against my sweet spot "I think we found it" anakin groaned and started to hit that spot over and over again my body began to react to their touches as I felt a knot form in my stomach, I started to clench around them to help make them cum "if you keep doing that sweetheart I can't hold myself back" kenobi groaned and I felt their cocks began to twitch.

Their thrusts started to quicken and our moans started getting louder as we neared our climaxes "c-cum in-inside me" I moaned as I cum my body spasming in their arms, it only took them a few more thrusts before they filled me up and some of their cum leaked out into the pool "f-fuck" I whined out as they carefully pulled out of me but anakin stilled held me firm against his chest.

My body felt weak and sore so I was using him for support "w-what time is my dad g-getting back" I stuttered my throat was dry and sore, anakin leaned down to my ear and whispered darkly.

"in one whole week"

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Authors notes; what do you guys think? First post fully on another fandom, hope you guys like it 🥰

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His Heir pt. 30 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

Warnings: mentions of being sick

Word count: 2301

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After returning from Mandalore, Maul suggested that I take a couple of days off to rest before returning to work. I ended up just asking him if I could have the rest of the week off, to which he obviously agreed. I was just trying to process everything still. It was still strange to know that now, despite the fact I hadn’t considered her my sister for many years that my ties with Bo-Katan were officially severed. 

Currently, I was sitting in the small office Maul had in his quarters. There were a few sheets of loose flimsy scattered across the desk with different names written on them. I was practicing in order to update the book and wanted to make sure my handwriting was perfect. I have spent so many years using my datapad that my penmanship had suffered. 

“Yn?” I heard Maul call through his quarters. 

His voice startled me. It had been so quiet for so long and I had been focussing so hard that I wasn’t expecting him to be home so soon. Sure enough though, when I check the chrono on the wall it was just about time for him to be home.

“I’m in your office!” I hollered back. 

I could hear his footsteps approaching before he stopped outside the door. 

“May I come in?” 

“Of course.” 

The door slid open with a small hiss and he stepped inside. 

“I didn’t expect you to be in here. And not to say that you can’t be in here, but may I ask what you are doing?” He asked, peering over at my flimsy sheets. 

“I am trying to make sure my handwriting looks okay before I write in the book. I want to make sure it looks perfect.” I said. 

“May I look?” He asked reaching for a few of the papers. 

I nodded and he grabbed a few of the pages and began to inspect them. He flipped through a few before he stopped and did a double take at one of them. 

“Who is Korkie Kenobi?” He asked, squinting at the name as if he may have read it wrong. 

“That is my nephew.” I said simply, waiting to gauge his reaction. 

“And is it Kenobi as in…” He trailed off. 

I nodded, “Yes it is Kenobi as in Obi-Wan Kenobi… neither of them has any idea about the other though. As far as Obi-Wan knew, Korkie was our nephew. Which, if you ask me, is suspicious considering he was Satine’s, Bo-Katan’s, and my nephew… we were the only three children of Satine’s and Bo-Katan’s parents so how could we all have the same nephew? One of us had to have been his mother. I knew no one in the public would believe us. Especially since Satine disappeared for a year and a half and then suddenly when she returns we have a nephew… Anyways as far as Korkie knows, his last name is Kryze.” 

“Hm.” Maul said in thought. 

“Korkie has nothing to do with Kenobi, I promise.” I said worrying that he may be thinking about his involvement with him. 

“I have no doubt about that. I was just thinking… it’s funny in a way I suppose. A few years ago I would have been thinking about how to use this child against Kenobi, but now I feel a bit… sorry, I think, for the boy. It’s hard growing up, not knowing who you are. With the Jedi gone, there’s no way for him to meet his father. Don’t get me wrong, I loath Kenobi, but as you said this boy would have had nothing to do with him.” He was silent for a brief moment, “Do you know where Korkie is now? Is he taken care of?” 

“I can only assume, I haven’t spoken to him in many years. I hope he’s doing well.” I replied truthfully. 

Maul nodded, “Should you ever be in contact with him again, let him know that he has family here on Dathomir. He would be safe and protected here.” He said. 

I was taken aback by his words. I had definitely seen a much softer side of Maul since I got pregnant but this was a whole new level of caring from him that I had never experienced. 

I nodded, “I will. I will.” 

When I returned to work I was surprised to find that the majority of the banquet to announce that we were having a boy was already mostly planned. My first task of the day was to review some of the decisions already made. 

I was sitting in a meeting with Maul and Dasar who was there on the hologram in the center of the table. 

“Did you really pull this poor man away from his wedding planning to help with this?” I asked Maul. 

“Yn,” the man in question began, “If I’ve said it once, I swear I’ve said it a million times. This baby is the biggest event of Crimson Dawn. I am honored that Lord Maul asked me to help plan it. It also has given me a break from Totin. I love the man, obviously, I mean I’m marrying him in 4 weeks, but boy does he drive me crazy sometimes.” 

I laughed at his comment. I understood the feeling. 

“Well, I’m grateful for your help. I guess let's get started.” I said. 

“Here it’s all been put onto this datapad.” Maul said, leaning across the table to hand it to me. 

I took it and my eyes locked in on the first entry: 

Guest will dress in accordance to what they think the baby is: Pink for a Girl, Blue for a boy.

I sighed and set down the device on the table. My eyebrow raised in question at Maul as I leaned back in the chair, folding my hands on top of my belly.

“I hate that. So much.” I said, still looking at Maul. 

While I looked at him, he looked at Dasar and Dasar looked back at me. 

“I told you she’d hate it.” Maul said to Dasar. 

“Mhm. Fine, you were right.” Dasar said.

Neither of them were being rude, more so just sassy with the way that they said it. 

“Do you hate the concept or just the color choices?” Maul asked, turning to me. 

“Just the colors.” I began, “I love the concept. I think it’s very cute, ooh… wait! So I don’t want some big over-the-top reveal. SO, what if the reveal is just something simple? Like Maul and I can make our grand entrance and the color that we are wearing is the announcement. I’m just not wearing something baby blue or baby pink, that’s just not my vibe, and it’s definitely not Maul’s vibes.” I said with a laugh. 

“I don’t know, I’d paid a lot of credits to see Maul in one of his tunics but have it be a nice pastel pink.” Dasar said as we both laughed at the mental image it gave. Maul just shook his head in amusement. 

“What color would you prefer us to do? Red and black?” Dasar asked once he had stopped laughing 

“No, that seems a bit too predictable from us. How about… navy and burgundy?” I asked. 

“I like it.” Maul agreed. 

“Yn, that… that’s literally just dark blue and dark pink.” He said dramatically.

“No…” I hesitated as I thought about it a bit more, “I mean technically you can look at it that way, I guess.” 

Once the laughter died down I picked back up the datapad to review the rest of the plans. The guest list was fairly small.

“Only the leading members are physically invited, and since this is such a big deal, attendance is mandatory. The reveal itself will be broadcasted to everyone else.” Maul explained and I nodded along. 

We had discussed this some already. I really didn’t want everyone being here since it would bring in so many germs and stuff. I wasn’t scared of germs per se, but being pregnant made me much more aware of them and their risks. 

“What else is there to discuss?” I asked. 

“Well, there’s still the Mayer of the food. I was thinking that instead of doing a full sit-down meal and everything like that, it may be better to just do hors d'oeuvre. We can have the service droids go around with trays and just do that instead of trying to prepare a full 3-course minimum meal for everyone.” Maul said. 

“I think that sounds great. I do just request that we avoid anything with blue milk in it…” I said, slightly shuttering at the mention of it. 

“Of course. I will make sure that happens. No blue milk.” Maul quickly agreed. 

“What’s wrong with blue milk? We use it all the time here.” Dasar said. 

“We use it quite frequently here as well… or we did. Yn was making a snack a few days ago and poured herself a glass of it… let's just say her snack went uneaten.” Maul said clearly trying to leave out the details and spare me the embarrassment. 

“I never even noticed a smell on it. But for some reason when I took it out, it smelt so bad. It instantly made me nauseous. I think that is the sickest I have ever been. Maul was still working I had to com him to come help me.” I added. 

“Was it out of date or something?” Dasar asked. 

I shook my head along with Maul, “I even checked it.” Maul said. 

“Let’s move on before I relive it.” I said. Just talking about it was making that nausea creep back up. 

“How formal are you wanting the guest to dress?” 

“Standard formal banquet attire. Just as we normally do.” I answered before turning to Maul, “I already know what you’re going to be wearing.” 

He scoffed, “I am fully capable of picking out my own attire, dear.” 

“I know you are. But considering this whole banquet wouldn’t be happening if it wasn’t for me I think you should wear what I want you to wear.” I shot back. 

“She has a point.” Dasar said. 

Maul just shook his head in amusement, “She always uses that now. Anytime she wants or needs something of me she’ll always pull the whole ‘I’m the one carrying your child’ card. She thinks that by saying that I’ll cave to whatever she wants.” 

“Well, it works does it not?” I asked. 

He stayed silent. 

“Exactly.” 

“Okay, so Dasar is going to come in a few days before the banquet to oversee the setup of everything since I am beginning to have Qi’ra take on more responsibilities to prepare for once the baby is here. And I don’t want you to have to worry about running back and forth for multiple days-” 

“Appreciated.” I commented with a nod. 

“So, he is going to have to know what we’re having so he can plan accordingly with the lights and for the fireworks at the end.” Maul said. 

“I don’t know, can he be trusted?” I teased, raising an eyebrow. 

“Miss ma’am, I do believe I was one of the first people to know you were even pregnant and I am pretty damn sure I kept that secret. So, yes, I can, in fact, be trusted.” He sassed. 

“You’re right, my sincere apology… we’ll tell you. But first, just for my own curiosity. What do you think it is?” I asked. 

“Hmm… stand up real quick.” He said. 

“One, there is no standing quickly for me anymore. Two, why?” I asked. 

“Just do it.” He said. 

I let out a groan, that was only partly playful and stood. 

“There, happy?” 

“Turn to the side.” 

I rolled my eyes but did so anyways. 

“Oh, it’s definitely a girl.” He said confidently. 

I sat back down and looked at him. 

“How do you know that?” Maul asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair some. 

“I mean look at the way she’s carrying. It’s obviously a girl. So burgundy. Fun.”

“Nope, navy blue, bud.” I corrected him. 

“What?” 

“It’s not a girl. It’s a boy.” Maul said. 

“Really? Are you sure?” Dasar asked causing Maul and me to laugh. 

“Positive.” 

“Oh… wait why am I getting a little emotional?” He said, fanning his eyes. 

“It’s okay we did too.” 

“Awe, you two are the cutest… so any names picked out yet?” 

I let out a long sigh at the question. Truth is Maul and I have spent many nights discussing names but I just couldn’t figure out what I wanted for him. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to have a Mandalorian name, a Dathomirian name, a traditional Night Brothers name, or just a name in galactic basic. It was overwhelming honestly, knowing that this name would be with him all his life. I didn’t want to pick something he’d hate later on and it was just stressing me out at this point. 

“We are still working on a name.” Maul said for me. 

Dasar got the hint that it was a sore subject for me right away and brushed it off quickly. 

“Well, there’s no rush, the right name will come to you. And you know what if it doesn’t, I am more than happy to share my name with him. Have a mini Dasar! So cute!” 

“It would be something.” I agreed. 

“Well I do have to get going now, wedding planning duties await. I will be there next week. Bye bye!” He said 

Maul and I said our goodbyes as well before he turned off the device. I sighed as I looked across the table at him. 

“Maul, we really need to figure out this name situation.” 

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Obi Wan x fem reader-Secret revealed.

Readers POV:

I woke up feeling two strong arms holding me. I turned around and saw my lover Obi Wan's sleeping face. I smiled and then I took my hand and held it to his cheek. He's so handsome and he's so cute when he sleeps, and he's mine. Obi Wan and I have known each other since we were Padawans, his master was Qui-gon Jinn and I was Master Yoda's padawan.Our masters introduced us to each other and we became best friends very quickly. We trained together and joked with each other. I was with him when he lost his master, I was there to comfort him. It almost feels like it was only yesterday when we told each other that we love each other.

(Flashback)

Obi Wans POV:

I can not believe he's gone, my master, my role figure, and I know I promised him I would train Anakin but what if I'm not ready. What if I do not become a good Jedi. I was so stuck in my thoughts that I did not notice that my door opened and closed. My thoughts stopped when I felt someone sitting next to me on the couch in my room, when I looked up I saw my best friend YN.As soon as I saw that it was her, I threw my arms around her and started crying. I felt how she began to hug me back, and felt how she caressed my back also heard very faintly how she whispered in my hair.

YN: shhh. it's okay, I'm here. Never going to leave you.

my beautiful YN always there for one. What have I done to have such a wonderful person in my life, you have a heart of gold always want to help others. One fine day I will say how much I love you and that I have loved you since I saw you for the first time.

Readers POV:

I sat with Obi Wan for a very long time and just held him. I hate to see him like this, I like to see the happy Obi Wan. I like to see my Obi Wan. When will I dare to tell you how I feel about you.

After he had calmed down, he looked up at me, and detached a little from the hug but did not let go completely of me.

YN:Do you want to talk?

I asked him and he nodded then he took a deep breath and told me everything. His thoughts that he was worried that he would not be a good Jedi Knight, it made me a little angry and sad that he thought so, I knew he would be one of the best. He is one of those who has been one of the best. After he had told me everything, I took his hand and said.

YN:Now you listen very carefully to me Obi Wan Kenobi. You are one of the best and strongest people I know, you have been trained for just this. Qui-gon Jinn trusted you and he gave you this task because he knew you could handle it. I know you can handle it, and I'll always be there for you.

He looked at me with a smile and a small laugh.

Obi Wan:I know that's actually one of the reasons why I love you.

YN: WHAT.

Obi Wans POV:

oh no i just said that out loud oh no what if she does not feel the same for me. I was ready to say sorry but was interrupted by her kissing me. I was shocked at first but quickly started kissing her back. After kissing for a while, we whispered to each other. "I love you".

(Back to the present)

Readers POV:

I smiled back at the thought of that memory, but I smiled even more when I felt Obi Wan kiss me on the face. I started kissing him back, then I kissed up to his lips. I never wanted to stop kissing him but we both had to stop because we needed to breathe. Then he took his hand and held it to my cheek just as I had done to him.

Obi Wan:What do you think of my love?

YN: You.

He smiled back at me and gave me a kiss on the nose. I laughed at it then I turned around and thought of getting out of bed but I felt how he pulled me down in bed and was over me.

YN:Obi what are you doing we have to get up.

Obi Wan:Just one more kiss my love.

I just sighed but kissed him back a kiss he said it ended with full make out session.he took off my tunic and started kissing me again I acedently let out a moan in his mouth and Obi Wan laughed a bit then we continued to kiss.

Anakin: Master Kenobi?

Master (y.l.n)?

We looked up at the door and saw Anakin. Obi Wan quickly got out of bed and I quickly put on my tunic again and got up as well. I went to Obi Wan and took his hand and we held each other's hand. Then we looked at each other and smiled then we nodded at each other, then we looked at Anakin.

Anakin: So you are together you know you are breaking the code.

YN: Yes we know Anakin but we really love each other. We have been with each other for a very long time as well. Yes we know we're breaking the code but please do not tell this to anyone please.

Anakin just smiled at us and promised not to tell anyone. Then he went to the door but before he left he said.

Anakin: Just promise me one thing, I'll never have to see that again.

Then he went his way and closed the door. Obi Wan and I looked at each other and started laughing then Obi Wan turned to me and then lifted me up. I threw my legs around his waist then he whispered in my ear.

Obi Wan: Where were we my love.

END.

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OBI-WAN KENOBI MASTERLIST

Main masterlist

Written In The Blood Of him: Angst/SITH!Obi-Wan

Deception: Angst/Rako Hardeen!Obi-Wan

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Star Wars Universe Masterlist

Obi-wan Kenobi x Reader (Y/N):

Don’t Blame Me, Love Made Me Crazy (Obi-wan x AFAB!Reader)

Duty Calls

‘Oh, I missed you so much’ (Obi-wan x Senator!Reader)

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back Part 1 / Part 2

Relationship A - Z

Safe and Sound

☁️ Soft Obi-wan: (Comforting you after a panic attack)

The one where you fall for him (literally) 

Headcanons:

🛁 Bathing 

Being introduced to Reader’s Mexican culture

Being reunited following Order 66 (Obi-wan x Ex!Jedi Reader)

🎂 Birthdays

Dealing with a sick reader

🍺 Drunk Obi-wan

🎃 Halloween with Obi-wan

👄 Kissing Obi-wan

☁️ Soft Obi-wan (Younglings)

😜 Random: Obi-wan the Rebel

Reacting to a Reader with Aqua-phobia

Reacting to a Reader with Force Lightning Disease

🛏 Sleeping with your s/o

Teaching you to swim

Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Y/N):

Sweet Dreams (Anakin x Jedi!Reader)

Headcanons:

Being introduced to Reader’s Mexican culture

Dealing with a sick reader

👄 Kissing Anakin

Reacting to a reader with Aqua-phobia

Reacting to a reader with Force Lightning Disease

Reacting to Reader having panic attacks

🛏 Sleeping with your s/o

Teaching you to swim

Padmé Amidala x Reader (Y/N):

Being introduced to Reader’s Mexican culture

Dealing with a sick reader

Reacting to Reader having panic attacks

 🛏 Sleeping with your s/o

Teaching you to swim

Original Trilogy:

(Head-canons) Dealing with a sick reader

(Head-canons) Sleeping with your s/o

Din Djarin x Reader (Y/N):

A Work in Progress (Din Djarin x Mechanic!Reader)

Finn x Reader (Y/N):

Dealing with a sick reader

Rey x Reader (Y/N):

Connections (The one with the force Dyad)

Dealing with a sick reader

Poe Dameron x Reader (Y/N):

‘Can I kiss you?’

‘Come here. Let me fix it’

Dealing with a sick reader

How Poe would react to an overworked reader

The one where Poe takes you flying

The one with the spilt coffee

The one where you babysit BB-8

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Main Masterlist

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The Heart Wants What It Wants (song-fic)

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Pairings: Obi-Wan x gn!reader

Warnings/Tags: gender-neutral reader, song-fic, sad (but no angst), bitter-sweet ending, mentions of break-up (the whole story's about break-up tbh)

Summary: Months have passed since you and Obi-Wan broke up, but you still suffer from a broken heart. As you spend the evening at your favorite cantina, you finally manage to get on stage and sing that song that's been floating around in your head for weeks. But you don't expect to meet the Jedi you still love with all your heart.

Song: 'The Heart Wants What It Wants' by Selena Gomez

Words: 3.3k

A/n: This one broke my heart during the writing process.

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The air inside the cantina pressed down on you, mirroring the heavy feeling inside your chest. It's been months since the breakup happened and you and Obi-Wan parted ways. But it felt as if it wasn't even a week ago he left you alone crying on the floor in distress. You've tried to do what people recommended to get over the breakup. You tried to focus on yourself and your well-being, tried to distract yourself with the company of other people or had some quality time just for yourself. But since Obi-Wan was gone your mission was gone as well. You both had been assigned to uncover a deeply rooted conspiracy about a secret separatists base on an Outer Rim planet. And it has been an experience that would affect your whole life in the most unexpected ways possible. You didn't just meet an old friend again, after years, but created a bond with him that slowly put down the roots for something that grew to be so much more than just friendship. Your relationship with Obi-Wan has been defined by a trust that would make you both put the fate of your lives into each other's hands. It has been defined by harmony and a very special type of banter you've never experienced with someone else ever before. You both had become lovers and you've sworn an unbreakable commitment to each other. And that's exactly when the Jedi order started to unfold its influence on you. While the Clone Wars had evolved into a complex tapestry of political intrigue, moral ambiguity, and personal sacrifice, the Jedi order had started to test your limits and in the end suspected something between you and the Jedi master. The order has always had its feet standing between you and Obi-Wan, like an unbreakable monument of a greater power that was impossible to avoid. The whole time you've been aware of the fact that there was no such future for your love as you can find on the ordinary streets of Coruscant. And that's when you both had decided to part ways.

You took a deep sigh and tried to turn your attention to the small stage in the back of the room where a young togruta performed a song. She had a beautiful voice and her facial expression revealed her full commitment to the meaning of her song. She stood on stage as if she was a professional actor but she was in fact just an ordinary woman who took the opportunity to show off her talent at The Va'Belær's weekly Open Night. This was an event in your favourite local cantina where anyone could take the opportunity to go on stage and perform anything. It really didn't matter what it was. You could show off a special talent, tell a story or some funny jokes... Or you could just...sing a song. You've never missed out to attend the event, watching the locals perform and get at least a little bit of distraction for an evening. You even considered to participate as well but haven't quite felt the last spark that was missing to finally find the strength to stand up.

But tonight would be different, you thought as you listened to the beautiful voice of the togruta echoing from the high brick walls. Tonight you would finally go on stage and sing the song that's been haunting your mind for weeks.

As the last verses had left the togrutas lips, cheerful applause flooded the cantina and you used the moment to push your chair away and stand up. You smiled at the togruta as you both exchanged places and you pulled a tiny piece of paper with the song name written on it out of you pocket and handed it to one of the staff members. As you stepped on the creeking piles of the stage everything felt fine until your gaze wandered around the large room. Suddenly an unpleasant feeling of nervosity rushed through your veins as you met the gaze of the curious audience. Your legs started to shake, fortunately hidden under your thick garments, but empowered by the sudden fear of failure that lured somewhere deep in your mind—not consciously awake but still there making you regret your decision for a brief moment. But that's not what you've wanted. And there was nothing to be ashamed of as you knew yourself that you had a great singing voice. It was only a matter of the fact that noone ever heard it before. Not even Obi-Wan.

Let's change that, you thought. You rose your hand to give the staff a signal and the music started to play. You took a deep breath, eyeing the microphone in front of you, and started singing: "You got me sippin' on something. I can't compare to nothing I've ever known. I'm hoping that after this fever I'll survive..." Your gaze wandered around the audience again, analyzing their reactions to your performance. Excited faces met your gaze and people ended their conversations to fully give you their attention. This made your nervosity and fears evaporate and you dared to touch the microphone, pulling it further to you as if it was the person your song was about. Your voice slowly became louder and grew more powerful with each verse that left your lips. "I know I'm acting a bit crazy. Strung out, a little bit hazy. Hand over heart I'm praying that I'm gonna make it out alive."

Obi-Wan had enough of his thoughts constantly revolving around his mission. He was tired but at the same time too overstimulated to go to sleep, so he decided to head to The Va'Belær, a cantina recommended to him by the locals. Just for one night he wanted to be alone from Anakin and enjoy a drink, and—hopefully—good music.

The windy air felt cold on his skin and he pulled his cloak tighter as he walked down the dimly-lit streets. Speeders drove past him making whirring noises but besides that and a few chatting passengers the city was quiet.

What a calming atmosphere, he thought. So much more relaxing than the nerve-wrecking turmoil on Coruscant, and the peaceful surroundings on this small Outer Rim planet built a high contrast to the war and destruction.

Obi-Wan laid his eyes on a limestone structure at a street crossing not far away. A glowing sign with vertical letters saying 'The Va'Belær's Cantina' marked his destination and the almost quiet atmosphere of the city allowed the jedi to notice the low rhythm of a slow song. With every step he got further to the cantina the music and it's rhythm became louder, but was still muted enough that the song wasn't recognizable. As his hands slowly pushed the door open a hauntingly beautiful voice enchanted his ears, singing a song about a love that's gone and left a broken heart longing for the one who had once made it whole. It was filled with a bunch of emotions that were similar to those circling in his mind for months now—suppressed by the importance of his mission, but still present enough that every quiet minute felt as heavy as if a Bantha stood on his chest.

He took a deep breath and hesitated. Was this really a good idea to enter the cantina when the first song that entered his ears happened to remind him of the worst heartbreak he's ever had to go through? He took a moment for himself and listened to the siren-like voice putting as much love, pain and longing into their song as possible.

"The bed's getting cold and you're not here. The future that we hold is so unclear. But I'm not alive until you call. And I'll bet the odds against it all. Save your advice 'cause I won't hear. You might be right, but I don't care. There's a million reasons why I should give you up. But the heart wants what it wants. The heart wants what it wants," you sang, your eyes were weary of those heavy emotions that pressed down on you. It was such a relief to eventually get rid of the painful clod in your chest that you never talked about with anyone. To let all of your emotions float into your song, reach the public and echo into the farest parts of the universe. The force that you so significantly tried to hide washed off in waves, filled the room and flattered the audience with an affecting warmth—keeping them fully focused on your performance as you dared to push more and more emotions into your voice with every verse that left your lips: "You got me scattered in pieces, shining like stars and screaming, lighting me up like Venus. But then you disappear and make me wait. And every second's like torture, heroin drip, no more so finding a way to let go. Baby, baby, no, I can't escape."

A sudden warmth, familiar but at the same time strange to him, reached the unraveling storm in Obi-Wan's chest and calmed him down instantly. He recognized it as the force that hit him with a flattering touch and reached out to him as if it was about to tell him a secret. There was another force-sensitive individual in this cantina—and it was not his former Padawan Anakin.

With another deep breath Obi-Wan eventually pushed the whole door open and stepped fully inside the warm hall. His gaze wandered around the guests who mostly focused their attention on the performance while he searched for a free table. One was left, right in the middle of the audience. To ensure his view at the stage he looked up to the singer and a shockwave rushed through his body. He instantly held his breath as his heart skipped a beat when his gaze fell on a face that once had been the most familiar to him. Y/N.

As you sung the next pre-chorus you saw the door open in the corner of your eye. A familiar presence stepped into the cantina and you knew exactly who you were about to encounter. An undefined shivery feeling ran through your veins and you turned your gaze towards the new guest, meeting the pale face of Obi-Wan who didn't put much effort into hiding his heavy surprise by your presence.

Stop the song, a voice that resembled your own whispered in your head. You were about to lose focus and out if a sudden it got hard to follow the song, it's rhythm and the lyrics. Without an interruption you tried to use the force to calm yourself and as a rush of comfortable warmth washed over you you found the strength to put even more power and emotion into your voice. As if you were a professional actress in the theatre you suddenly found yourself entangled in your role and let your eyes wander over the jedi's presence. His robes were hidden underneath a thick brown cloak. The hood rested behind his neck so his whole face was uncovered. He looked the same like always, almost as if nothing bad has ever happened between you and him. But that was only the first glance that belied normality. While you studied his face you recognized the subtle hints of a shadow that laid on his soul. His blue eyes were surrounded by rather dark circles and also his cheeks gave him a slightly sick appearance. He still struggled with your breakup and within a part of you you felt happiness arise while the other part increased its ache. You both could've had everything. You could've been perfect. If not the code stood between you, monitoring you with a suspicious glance. If it was just that you both could be free to love each other the way you've ever wanted...

Captured by Obi-Wan's blue eyes you sag the bridge: "This is a modern fairy tale. No happy endings, no wind in our sails. But I can't imagine a life without breathless moments breaking me down, down, down, down." You slowly lowered the volume of your voice and decreased its power until it sounded dramatically weak, influenced by your broken heart. Your eyes were locked with Obi-Wan's who still hasn't moved the tiniest bit. With a breaking sound in your voice you sung the last chorus: "The bed's getting cold and you're not here. The future that we hold is so unclear. But I'm not alive until you call. And I'll bet the odds against it all. Save your advice 'cause I won't hear. You might be right, but I don't care. There's a million reasons why I should give you up. But the heart wants what it wants."

Your voice became even weaker until almost a whisper was left and you felt tears pouring into your eyes. You used the force to soothe yourself, calm yourself down and lock the tears back to where they belong. Thousands of memories flooded your mind. Slow and passionate kisses followed by raging desire as you began to undress each other. The way he had looked at you, his blue eyes fixated on yours. The small and inconvenient touches when you were out in public that calmed you down instantly. And the hundreds of spoken promises which all became insignificant within an hour and turned into an echo of the unconditional love you both had once shared with each other.

"The heart wants what it wants... The heart wants what it wants... The heart wants what it wants... The heart wants what it wants, baby... It wants what it wants, baby... It wants what it wants... It wants what it wants... The heart wants what it wants, baby... It wants what it wants."

The melody faded away as the song ended and soon got replaced by roaring applause.

You took your eyes off of Obi-Wan as you lifted yourself from the dirty piles and bowed to the audence. The song that felt like relief in the first few verses had soon turned into an unbearable ache in your chest and thus the first thing you did after you stepped down from the stage was heading to the bar.

"Please give me your heaviest shot," you ordered from the bartender. A slight understanding grin sneaked onto his face and he nodded before turning around. With routined movements he mixed a few drinks into a cup and placed it in front of you.

"Thank you," you said and grabbed the cup when a shadowy silhouette moved in the corner of you eye and sat down right next to you.

"I never knew you have such a beautiful singing voice," a familiar voice said and and you placed the drink back on the counter without taking a sip.

"Thank you," you replied cold, keeping your gaze focused straight on the cup. You didn't really understand the feeling inside your chest as it was a mixture of distressed pain and a sudden excitement that both got engaged in a fight that couldn't end well... Hearing his voice after that long time was weird but at the same time comforting. As if a silent wish came true. But instead you've wished to never encounter with him again—or at least that's what you made yourself believe. In the end it made you happy to hear his voice again. To see him again. If the happiness hadn't been suppressed by that undescribable heart-wrenching pain deep inside your guts, clenching them together as much as possible.

"You probably didn't enter this cantina to chat with me. So what do you want here?", you asked him and eventually took a deep sip of your drink. The liquid burned on your tongue as it ran down to your stomach, distracting you from the emotional roller coaster for a brief moment. That drink was indeed strong.

"I aimed to distract myself from my mission for an evening," Obi-Wan explained offhand and you nodded.

"The same mission about the rumoured separatists base?" you asked, still not even slightly looking at him. It was too painful to see his presence, his beautiful face and the always so cocky smile on his lips.

Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes." You heard him exhale loudly as if he was unsure how to continue. "It just turned into a neverending odyssey, both confusing and nerve-wrecking at the same time."

"A Jedi openly talking about wrecked nerves is new to me," you pointed out with a sarcastic undertone. Actually, you didn't want to talk to him. But on the inside you didn't want to stop either.

"Don't act as if this surprises you. You are the epitome of wrecked nerves."

"But at least I'm no a Jedi." You once had been part of the order but that was many years ago. You were still a padawan when you parted ways with the Jedi and their awful principles that took you hostage. And it's been just a few years since you've met Obi-Wan again...

Silence fell over you and you both found yourself lost in memories of a time when everything seemed to be petfect. When you were together and at least could pretend to live in an ideal world. Obi-Wan as a Jedi knight, a leading general and the great negotiator, and you, a mercenary grey Jedi with a penchant to bounty hunter businesses. So weird but at the same time efficient combination of professions that had worked out a little too well.

Obi-Wan's voice cut through the melancholy air. "Y/N."

You turned slowly, your eyes finally meeting his. "Yes?" You asked with a voice much weaker than expected. The distance between you seemed both vast and infinitesimal. The unspoken words hung in the air, a palpable tension that begged to be addressed and you felt a tingling feeling creep into your stomach. The urge to just kiss him was unbearable.

Obi-Wan, his gaze unwavering, spoke: "Your song... You still love me, don't you?"

You held your breath, tears crawling up your eyes but you managed to hold them back. "Yes," you replied with a stomp nod and your throat tightened so much it began to hurt. "I still love you, Obi-Wan. And I always will."

You saw him struggle with your words. The muscles in his jaws tightened visibly as he seemed to be lost in thoughts.

"We chose our paths, Obi-Wan. The Force had different plans for us", you continued to break the silence.

Obi-Wan locked his eyes with yours. You both studied each other's faces when, suddenly, he reached out, his hand hesitating before finding yours on the bar. "Sometimes the Force tests us, challenges us to find a balance between duty and the heart. The Jedi who created the code must have forgotten the suffering that comes from denying affection. I've felt its tug, Y/N, and I can't deny how much I miss you."

You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions. "What do you want from me Obi-Wan?" you asked with a cracked voice. You were about to lose control over the force that restrained the dashing flood built up within you, rough and reckless, about to break through.

Obi-Wan let out a deep sigh, a watery expression hidden in his eyes, then took his hand off yours. "I love you, Y/N. More than anything. No matter what the code, the Jedi, demand: the heart wants what it wants. And I can't bear making the same mistake I did when I was young. Meet me at those coordinates in three rotations." He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled a series of numbers on it before handing it to you. His blue eyes locked with yours and you could see an emotion within them that you thought to never see again. Then he stood up from his seat and left the cantina, leaving you alone with a undefinable, burning chaos in your chest.

Your gaze fell on the paper in your hand. Meet me at those coordinates in three rotations, you repeated his words in your head. I will, Obi-Wan. I will...

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Touch Me, Tease Me | Obi Wan Kenobi x m!reader (🍋)

Anonymous asked: how about male reader teasing obi-wan all day, during sparing meetings with the council where obi-wan can't do anything about it until he eventually drags the reader back to his quarters to deal with him (daddy kink plz)

summary: Obi Wan is a very patient man, but when you’re intent on teasing him throughout the day, he can’t stand it for very long. 

tws: choking, spanking, teasing, Daddy kink, dom/sub, anal sex

word count: 1278

MINORS DNI

Obi Wan had a busy day today, completely filled to the brim with meetings until the latest hours of the night, his plate was full, and you knew that, you knew that he was busy and that, as his partner, your only job was to essentially sit there and smile and nod along; but, that didn’t stop you from having fun with him. Knowing he was a Jedi, you knew that he could see images in your head, and you were determined to use that against him; you started out with just little things. Things that could be seen as innocent - sharing a bed, waking up together, you moaning his name. Both of you in the shower in his quarters. One of the first nights you had been together, and he had taken you dancing and things had gotten… relatively hot and heavy. 

He placed his hand on your thigh, clenching his jaw and whispering softly, “stop it.” 

“I’m not doing anything,” you whispered back with a wicked smile. “I’m just thinking.” 

Obi Wan glared at you for a moment before shaking his head and turning back to the person he was supposed to be dealing with; but every time he caught a glimpse of your mind, every little image, he couldn’t help but to stifle a cough and shift in his seat. 

You got worse as the day wore on, going from things that could be seen as completely innocent, to things that you wanted him to do to you. Pinning you against the wall and sinking to his knees with your hands in his hair and gasps of one word leaving your mouth: Daddy. The one thing that made Obi Wan his weakest. Images of him choking you, bending you over the edge of the bed with his hand at the back of your neck, fucking that pretty ass until you were a mess and could hardly speak. 

But then you got bolder, too, putting your hand on Obi Wan’s knee; he didn’t think about it, shaking his head and assuming that it meant nothing, but then you moved your hand up slowly, and he clenched his jaw tightly, licking his lips as he tilted his head a little to the side. You let your hand rest just next to his cock, making him suck in a harsh breath as he tensed up, subtly grabbing your wrist beneath the table; he waited until those he was dealing with turned around and started to mutter, turning to you with a harsh growl. 

“Not here,” he glared at you. “Don’t tease me, not here.” 

“But, Daddy,” you said quietly, hardly above a whisper. “I’m not doing anything.” 

He let go of your wrist with a huff, shaking his head as he put on a professional, more Jedi-like, appearance for the guests, daring to smile at them while your hand crept up to his belt and softly tugged at it; an image of you stroking your cock and moaning his name flashed through his head, and he suddenly stood up, clearing his throat and holding his hand over his groin. 

“If you’ll excuse us,” he started, “I just remembered I forgot some… important documents.” 

The others nodded, and politely excused Obi Wan, who took you by the wrist and dragged you to his quarters; it was borrowed time, but the second he got you through the door, he was shrugging off his clothes and pinning you to the wall and desperately trying to undress you with slightly shaky hands. 

“We don’t have much time,” he growled, kissing you harshly. “But I’ve had enough of your teasing, (y/n)... get on the bed. On your hands and knees.” 

He let you go, and when you did as he told you to, dropping layers of clothing on the way over, he wasn’t far behind, making sure to grab the lube from the bedside table and coat his cock before getting behind you; he was quick, hardly any foreplay, making sure that your asshole was nice and slick for him before he lined himself up behind you and swallowed thickly. 

“Do you want this?” He asked breathlessly, grabbing your ass and digging his fingers into the plump flesh. “Do you want Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes!” You moaned loudly, pushing back against him, letting out a quiet gasp that was followed by a loud moan when he pushed his cock into your ass. He didn’t waste any time, there wasn’t any to waste, as he bottomed out and put his hands on your hips, pounding into you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Obi Wan growled, shaking his head. “Am I going too fast?”

“No,” you shook your head, collapsing so that you could rest your forehead against your wrists. “Fuck, Daddy, harder!” 

Obi Wan a little too eager to comply, picking up his pace as he thrusted and bucked his hips, moaning your name under his breath when you started to rock and push your hips back against him, trying to match his pace; you knew that it was only going to be a quick one, by the way he was pounding into you with such force, you knew that it wouldn’t be long. But you knew that you would be grateful for it anyway - you always did love it when Obi Wan fucked you roughly, with such power and such force that you almost wanted to laugh when people said he was little more than a negotiator. 

“You like it when Daddy’s rough with you?” He asked, his breath heavy and sweat starting to coat his body, daring to drip down to your skin. “You like it when Daddy fucks you?”

“Yes!” You moaned loudly, the animalistic noises only getting louder when he hit that sweet spot in your ass that made you almost become entirely undone. “Yes! Don’t stop! Please!” 

Bringing a hand off of your hip, Obi Wan dared to smack your ass, the sound echoing through the room as you moaned softly and asked him to do it again; Obi Wan wasn’t letting up any time soon, but when he was getting close, he grabbed your throat, and brought you up so that your back was against his chest, his grip on your throat relaxed. 

“Do you want Daddy to choke you while you cum?”

“Fuck! Yes!” You nodded eagerly against him, your head falling back against his shoulder as he kept fucking your ass. 

He kept his rough and fast pace for as long as he could, just long enough for you to howl his name as you came, your tongue hanging out of your mouth as you got back on your hands and knees, begging for him to cum in your ass; Obi Wan groaned softly, putting his hands down on the mattress beside you as his thrusts became sloppy and a little slower, his cum shooting into your ass - he didn’t stop there, though, fucking it into you until he was no longer hard. 

He pulled out, admiring his work for a moment before rounding the bed so that he could kneel beside it, catching your gaze. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you grinned, nodding. Trying to catch your breath. “Yeah, I’m good.” 

“Do you want me to get the shower running? I can cover for you and say that you’re-” 

“Don’t you think it’d be kinda hot to return to the meeting with my ass full of your cum?” You asked softly, a teasing smile on your lips. 

Obi Wan blushed, swallowing thickly before he ran a hand through his hair. “Is that what you want to do?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. 

“I’ll help you get dressed.” 

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Obi-Wan Kenobi 3: Order 66+Exile (Love Story Inspiration)

Since the show has finally started I wanted to share my 3 part playlists again:

This part includes order 66 and its trauma, but also living in exile together. In my mind they find peace there even though they struggle for some time. They get married and start a family. Living the life they promissed each other during the clone wars until Luke takes them on another adventure and Obi dies…

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Thoughts On Being A Jedi

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: insinuated smut

Author’s Note: DUDE!!! I had wayyyy to much fun writing this lol. So much fun. I love writing for obi-wan thanks my love for requesting it

Requested: by @ateliefloresdaprimavera aaaand now I can't stop thinking on an AU where,instead of Anakin being his padawan, YN is. She's not much younger than him,but because of her age,Qui Gon Jinn sees something in her as well, and (he lives this time) goes to train Anankin,and Obi goes to train yn, and the rest is romantic history!

Summary: the request!!

Genre: flufffyyy

Song:

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You never planned on being a Jedi. You never thought you were good enough, living on a planet that nobody ever gave a second thought about. It wasn’t until Obi-Wan Kenobi and his master, Qui Gon Jinn came to your planet. You were friends with a young boy named Anakin and when they seemed to take a liking to him, you had jumped along for the ride. You were only about two years younger than Obi-Wan but you were fascinated by him. The Jedi ways.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to him. You knew enough about the Jedi to know he was never allowed to marry. That didn’t stop you from liking him. He was handsome and brave and a good man. You looked up to him and you loved him. For better or worse.

“Y/N have you ever wanted to be a Jedi?” Anakin asked you one day as you sat on the stairs of his home. There was discussion of bringing Anakin back with the Jedi, way far away. You thought about his question and looked at Obi-Wan who was talking with the woman they had come with. Padme you think was her name. You leaned back to ignore whatever conversation they were having, attempting to ignore the creeping jealousy in your chest.

“I’ve never thought I could. Looks like you might get a shot though,” you said with a smile. He nodded, his face flushed.

“I want you and my mom to come though. It’d be so lonely without you,” he explained. You shrugged. There was nothing special about you. Your idea was that you would never see your little friend again but you didn’t tell him that. He should be excited about his new found talent, not worried about you.

“Well I guess you can ask Obi-Wan,” you teased and stood up. You brushed dust off your clothes and put your hands on your hips. Your eyes caught Anakin as he watched you.

“You like him don’t you?” he inquired. You shook your head but there was no denying the flustered look on your face.

“He's a Jedi Ani. It would never happen anyway,” you said brushing him off. As if on cue, the padawan approached you and Anakin, a smile gracing his face. You returned it, leaning against the dusty brick wall beside you.

“We were just talking about you!” Anakin exclaimed. You shot him a glare. Obi-Wan only chuckled.

“All good things I hope?”

“There’s not a bad thing she can say about you,” Anakin pointed out and you swatted his hair. It caused a good laugh from the both of them.

“You’ll make a wonderful Jedi one day is all,” you explained. He nodded but Anakin was still giving him a mischievous eye.

“Have you ever thought about being a Jedi Y/N?” he inquired. You smiled at the strikingly similar question as the one you had just been asked.

“Thought about it sure. But only because I like the color,” you teased grabbing his lightsaber from his side. He gave you a stern look but you just moved it around without opening it, making the sound affect.

Anakin laughed as you mimicked cutting off Obi-Wan's head dramatically. He smiled, a big toothy grin. At the time, you didn’t know him that well but a grin like that was pretty rare. You smiled back at him and handed the lightsaber over.

“That wasn’t bad form you know,” he pointed out. You shrugged.

“Your form is pretty good too,” you said. You both blushed and only Anakin saw it.

It was just before the fight with Maul that anyone brought up the fact that you had tagged along. As Obi-Wan defeated the villain with the help of his Master, you were amazed that they made it out alive. You ran over to them, flanked by Anakin. The two of you checked the Jedis over for injury, exclaiming your amazement and wonder about their feat. You clinged to Obi-Wan, your worry for his life not quite gone.

It was after his near death experience that Qui Gonn voiced his opinion on you and your tiny friend.

“Y/N have you ever thought about being a Jedi?” You peeled away from Obi-Wan and you, him and Anakin chuckled. You had been asked that question many times now. Only then did you give a serious answer.

“Yeah. I have.” Obi-Wan's touch lingered on your shoulder and you were all to aware of it.

“Would you like to train to be one?” That was a question you hadn’t been expecting. You wanted desperately to leave your little home and get out there. This seemed like a perfect escape.

You’d be lying if you said that the fact you would get to see Obi-Wan every once in a while didn’t influence your answer.

“I’d love too,” you exlaimed with a grin. Qui Gonn smiled, glancing between Obi-Wan and you. He was all too aware of his padawans crush on you. While that wasn’t ideal in a situation like this, he knew that if he were to offer you a position it would have to be with Obi. There was no keeping you apart once you realized the feelings were mutual.

“Obi-Wan will train you. I will train Anakin,” he stated. Your mouth opened a little in surprise and your eyes found Obi-Wans. He gave you a grin and raised his hands to your cheeks. For a moment you thought he was going to kiss you. He did it out of sheer autopilot. Qui Gonn was distracted by Anakin and chose to ignore the situation behind him.

Obi pulled away and stepped back.

“I’m glad you’re my master,” you breathed. The rush of his lips almost being on yours was too much to handle.

“Yes me too. We’ll have a lot of fun,” he stated. You turned away from each other.

It took precisely two training sessions before you kissed for real.

You were being taught Jedi history, lore. You wouldn’t quite call it a training session but you were having plenty of fun listening to Obi-Wan speak. You sat across from each other on your new bed. It had all been provided from you when you arrived. Such a stark difference from the home you had had only a week prior.

“There was this huge fight. Everyone still talks about. It’s the stuff of legend Y/N,” he explained. You nodded, chin resting on your palm.

“I’m sure they do. Everyone I’ve met here is very boring,” you joked. He rolled his eyes and you leaned back on the bed. It was quite an informal practice, being there. But it seemed to build up to something and you were far from complaining.

“Do you like your new room?” he asked, leaning above you. He looked out your large window at the small balcony and stars above the city. You sat up and nodded.

“I love it. Everything about it. Except that it’s attached to your room. Who let that happen!?” You got up and walked to the balcony.

“I’m your master!” The word still felt odd to say to him. He was getting used to being on the other side of the training and lessons.

You placed your elbows on the balcony awning, looking at the stars above you. He followed close beside you.

“My master,” you said a smile dancing on your lips. “You’re just Obi-Wan,” you promised. He looked at you, eyes catching yours. It was a perfect moment. He would have had to have been a special kind of man not to kiss you in that moment.

He was not that kind of man.

Your heart skipped a beat and you let him touch you, a hand on the small of your back and the other on your face. There was no denying this. There was no denying your feelings.

You pulled away, breathless. You looked at his beautiful eyes and smiled.

“Do you remember when you told me my form was good?” he asked. You squinted at him, recalling the memory with a find gaze.

“Yes…”

“You didn’t mean my fighting form did you.” You chuckled and shook your head, breaking his gaze but then regaining it.

“Obviously not.”

He hummed a smile and kissed you again. You grabbed him by the robes and dragged him back to your room.

“I picked out the sheets,” he muttered against your lips and in between hasty kisses. You smiled, your figure against his as close as they could get as you stumbled around.

“With this in mind?” He shrugged, both calloused hands cupping your face now.

“It may have been in the back of my mind.”

The next day you walked beside Anakin, Qui Gonn and your new lover.

“How are Y/N’s studies going?” Qui Gonn asked. You brushed the hidden marks left on your stomach. Obi-Wan stumbled on his words.

“She’s doing very good,” he finally managed.

“Is she pleasing you?” he asked. You choked on your saliva and Obi-Wan pushed you forward with a hand on your back.

“She is pleasing my standards for her training.” You rolled your eyes and continues forward. As you reached a sparring room, Qui Gonn and Anakin stopped, said their goodbyes and let the two of you move to the next one.

You jumped together, his arm on your back still and your head leaning back, laughing.

Qui Gonn let out a sigh and looked at his new padawan.

“I told you he loved her too,” he voiced. Anakin nodded.

“I apologize master. I never should have doubted you.”

[cinnamon-galaxies]

A Padawan's Confession

Pairings: Obi-Wan x padawan!reader

Warnings/Tags: drama, hurt/comfort, age difference, no (further) romantic interaction

Summary: G/N reader! You and your master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, rest by a campfire overnight during a mission. As your thoughts get heavier each second he senses your trouble and you take the opportunity to announce your decision to leave the order. Because feelings far beyond the boundaries of the Jedi slowly turn you insane as your heart craves for the man who's both the furthest and closest to you....

Words: 1.7k

A/n: This short story is inspired by a one shot I've written many years ago. I hope you like it! Also English isn't my first language so there might be spelling and grammar mistakes in this story!

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The quiet camp fire marked tonight's resting place from your stressful mission. You and your master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, sat on broken trunks, your cloaks pulled around you tightly to keep the warmth of the fire around your bodies. But as quiet as the night seemed to be, your mind was the exact opposite. Hundreds of thoughts raced around and kept your pulse high and your tension at a maximum. It was at the time you eventually should be honest with your master and talk to him about your decision to leave the order. Your thoughts have been resolving around this topic for months now and with each day passing you felt more certain to pervade your decision, as the pressure and pain got worse and became almost unbearable.

While you tried to think about the best way to tell him, your master sensed your inner tension. "You seem troubled, Y/N," he observed. "Is there something you'd like to talk about?"

You hesitated for a brief moment before you nodded. "Yes. Kinda..."

"What's wrong?" Obi-Wan asked, his neutral facial expression slowly turning into concern. He didn't want you to feel bad. He in fact despised it when you were sad or troubled and that is why he always wanted to be there for you, support you and help you through bad times. Of course it was also his responsibility to care for you but through all the year's you've been his Padawan you grew to be so much more for him, something similar to the daughter he never had. And that is a fact he never actually said out loud but it was a silent truth between the both of you.

You let out a deep sigh but it didn't release any of the heavy pressure pushing down on you. To leave the order was a life-changing decision that couldn't be undone. It could be a big mistake—or the best decision you'll ever make. But after all it hurt a lot to even think about saying goodbye.

"I-" you started but a heavy lump in your throat interrupted you. "I can no longer do this." You automatically lowered your voice and turned your face towards the darkness behind the trees to avoid his glance. You felt tears form in your eyes, so you closed your lids and held your breath. There was almost nothing else as awkward as crying in front of your master, a Jedi in accordance with the code. 'There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force,' you quoted in your mind realizing you've broken at least half of the five key principles. What a shame it would be if you'd shown your master how much you were guided by your emotions. "I'm sorry master," you said.

Obi-Wan frowned in both confusion and concern. "You're sorry? For what? What is it you can no longer do?" he asked with a calm voice. He was trying hard to hide how much he worried about you right now.

"All of this," you replied. "I made the decision to leave the Jedi order." Out of a sudden, relief flooded your veins as the heavy weight of those words left your soul with every syllable spoken.

Obi-Wan paused. He didn't even realize he forgot to beathe while the shock of your announcement washed over him. "Y/N," he finally managed to press through his lips. "Leaving the Jedi order is a significant decision."

"I know," you replied.

"May I ask why you've come to this conclusion?"

You hesitated. It made you uncomfortable to talk about the reasons. Then again, informing him was the least you could do. You still didn't manage to make eye contact. "I've broken the Jedi principles. Or, to put it better, it gets harder for me to follow them everyday. I can't no longer distract myself from my emotions and act as if I don't feel any affection. My mind starts to think in ways the doctrines of the Jedi dismiss and I'm afraid I'll and up in demise." The tears lingering in your eyes got more but you still managed to hold them back. It was obvious that your master could feel the bunch of emotions cracking through all of these walls you've built up since the beginning of your training. But there was one you could still hide. One particular emotion you hid so well from the outside and the force sensing abilities of the Jedi that you were sure, no matter how many your master could sense, that one particular emotion wasn't one of them.

"Affection, you say?" Your master responded and you nodded. "May I ask what kind of affection troubles you?"

You wish you could say that it was only a deep friendship that guided you to paths different from the force. But it was more. Something way deeper. "It's love," you said.

"Love," Obi-Wan repeated. As he turned his gaze towards the camp fire, you dared to look at him. He was obviously lost in thought. Maybe he was searching for the best response or he was thinking about you, wondering who the person might be that made you struggle this hard you considered to leave the order. "The Force guides us all on unique journeys," he then said. "And there are many that aren't consistent with the Jedi ways. You're correct, affection—especially love—is a bond that leads you on a path in-between dark and light. What could be a strength might at the same time become a weakness. Where love blooms, passion lingers. And where passion lingers, darkness awaits."

You listened to his words. It was the same doctrine you had internalized for years but the way your master chose his words made it sound different this time. You suspected that he hasn't finished his monologue yet so you stood quite, examining his side profile while his attention seemed to be caught be the dancing flames. He in fact hasn't finished yet. "As you should know I won't judge you. It's not your decision if you fall for someone. It's your decision how you deal with it. And if your feelings affect you in a way they could harm you and the Jedi order this might no longer be your journey. So don't be ashamed."

You took a deep breath and turned your gaze to the fire as well. "Thank you," you said and a tear finally released itself from your strong hold and rolled down your cheek.

"For what?"

"For your understanding."

Your master chuckled. "Let me tell you a secret. When I was your age I've been in love as well. Twice. So I know your struggle. But it was my decision to lock those feelings up and stay in the order."

You blinked in shock. Your master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, has once been in love? Well, that was something you would've never expected. But at least he's managed to keep his mind straight. And with that thought you replied: "I don't think I'll ever be able to do the same. It's so hard and the person I'm into is almost always around me." You hesitated, afraid you've said too much. But in the end, it wouldn't matter what you've said the day you announced your decision.

Obi-Wan turned his head to look at you. His blue eyes shimmered in the light of the dancing fire that made his gaze seem even warmer than it already was. "Is it your friend Anakin?" he asked in curiosity and you took a deep breath before you shook your head.

"No. It's not Anakin." And with the words spoken out loud you've finally let the last of all the walls you've built to hide your emotions break into pieces. A warm wave of the force rushed over both of you and the campfire, making it dance uncontrollably fast for a brief moment. You noticed Obi-Wan shift but couldn't certainly say what exactly changed as you allowed him to find out about your feelings for him. Your cheeks immediately turned red and you felt shame rush over you. The emotion behind that wall was the exact reason you wanted to leave. Love for your master, the one who would—and should—never return your feelings. The one who was supposed to care for you, to train you, and who played great value on the Jedi principles. He wasn't even just your master, he was a Jedi master and a member of the high council as well.

Obi-Wan didn't turn his gaze away, his blue eyes now filled with a harsh realization.

Another tear ran down your cheek but you tried your hardest to not look away and keep the eye contact. In the perfect world of your fantasy Obi-Wan would've leaned towards you and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. But this wasn't your fantasy, it was reality. And in reality all he did was sit right in front of you, obviously shocked and speechless—but at the same time comprehending many details of your (probably strange) behaviour in the past. Your stares, the way you laughed particularly often in his presence, you distancing yourself from him after you made a mistake... The ways you've tried to impress him when fighting in battles....

"I'm sorry, Y/N", Obi-Wan finally said with a low voice. He was obviously still speechless.

"I know," you replied with a cracking voice. You still watched his face, his expression, the small wrinkles on his skin that were a subtile proof for the big age difference between you and him. You studied his blue eyes that still kept all of the warmth he's met you with during this conversation. His beard, the neatly cut hair... You tried m to memorize his face as best as you could because soon you'd never see it again....

You shook your head. "No. Please don't say that as if it was your fault. It's mine. And I'm gonna leave as soon as our mission's over."

"It is your decision how you want to spend your life. But I can't offer you what you want."

"I know," you replied with a cracking voice. You still watched his face, his expression, the small wrinkles on his skin that were a subtile proof for the big age difference between you and him. You studied his blue eyes that still kept all of the warmth he's met you with during this conversation. His beard, the neatly cut hair... Everything inside of you screamed for his affection, his love, his heart. You wanted him to touch you, pull you to his chest and kiss you gently. Obi-Wan was everything you've ever wanted and the one thing you'll never get. So you tried to memorize his face as best as you could because soon you'll never see it again....

[cinnamon-galaxies]

Jealousy and Principles (Obi-Wan x reader)

Pairings: Obi-Wan x GenderNeutral!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Jealousy, light swearing, dispute

Summary: The reader is a former Jedi who's left the order many years ago! You and Obi-Wan are on a mission to obtain information from a high-ranking Separatist. In a cantina, which according to rumors is supposed to be his retreat, you decide to use advantage of your flirty skills which awakes jealousy in Obi-Wan.

Words: 1.4k

A/n: This is my first Obi-Wan x reader one shot. English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any possible grammar or spelling mistakes! But I hope you enjoy it and let me know if you're interested in a part two!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Jealous Type | Obi Wan Kenobi x m!reader

Anonymous asked: "Say it. Say you're mine." obi wan x male reader

summary: Obi Wan isn't the jealous type, bit sometimes people cross the line and he does get a little possessive.

tws: possession, jealousy

You and Obi Wan worked well as a team, you always had, after so many years working together it wasn't really a surprise though; you were his right hand man, by all accounts, and wherever he went, you followed. You were always there at his side, and no one was ever surprised when Obi Wan walked into the room and you were following closely behind; a man of your status, being so close to Obi Wan Kenobi himself, you were often the object of people's desires, and while you laughed them off, Obi Wan never did. He wasn't the jealous type, not usually, but he did like to remind you of who it was your heart belongs to; he wasn't the jealous type, but sometimes people crossed a line and he wasn't particularly fond of that.

It seemed like a normal day, you and Obi Wan were out doing what you needed, when some Marshal introduced himself to you; you had to admit, he was rather handsome - greying hair, hazel eyes, a charming smile and a little bit of facial hair. He was charming by all accounts, but the second you looked over at Obi Wan, you forgot all about the handsome Marshal.

"So, uh, can I buy you a drink?" He asked, snapping your attention back to him.

You shook your head, chuckling as you stuffed your hands in your pockets and offered a polite smile. "No, thank you. I have too much to do today."

"You sure?" He raised a brow. "Handsome fella like yourself, out here all alone... ain't right."

"Oh, he's not alone," Obi Wan growled as he walked over, jaw clenched. "Believe me, he really isn't."

The Marshal looked between you and Obi Wan, and saw the way that he looked at you, how those blue eyes were so focused on you that it was hard to think that he had strayed from your side at all; the way that Obi Wan laid his hand so calmly around your waist and so casually pulled you into his side, like it was nothing more than an instinctive and unconscious reaction, like breathing. The way that you immediately leaned into him, and put your hand on his chest. Even the Marshal could tell that you and Obi Wan were close.

He cleared his throat, and took a step back. "My apologies. I didn't realise-"

"I assume you didn't ask, either," Obi Wan guessed, and when the Marshal held up his hands, Obi Wan nodded. "May we continue with our business, Marshal?"

"'Course," he nodded, no harm was done, he flashed you and Obi Wan a polite smile. "Give me a shout if you need anything - and, uh, if you two want that drink, I'll be there at six."

You and Obi Wan thanked him, and let him go on his way, but as soon as he was out of earshot, Obi Wan had you backed up against a rock feature, hungry as he kissed you harshly and let you grab his hair and put a hand at the back of his neck, starving as he pinned your wrists above your head and moaned softly against your lips when you bucked your hips into him. He used the Force to hold you up when you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He pulled away, his voice low and gruff as he dared to demand, "who do you belong to?"

"You," you whimpered, making a vain attempt to kiss him again. "Only you, Obi Wan."

"Again," he growled. "Say it. Say you're mine. I need to hear you say it again."

"I'm all yours," you breathed out. "Only yours. Only ever yours."

He dared to smile, letting go of your wrists so that he could gently cup your face in his hands, admiring your features and how fucking desperate you were, how he could so easily see that need in your eyes as he nodded. "I'm so sorry for getting jealous..."

"I like it," you whispered. "You know that."

"I'm not being too rough with you, am I?" He frowned a little, tilting his head to the side.

You shook your head, daring to break free of his grip so that you could gently kiss him again, just one more kiss. "No, you're not. It's okay... kiss me like that again, though, please?"

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