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Consequences

Summary: Obi-Wan gets protective of Ahsoka after finding out Anakin plans to use her to get into the Zygerrian slave camp. Some people are more willing to roll with the changes Obi-Wan wants to make to the plans than others.

Pairings: Obi-WanXSas (original female character)

Warnings: None- written for general audiences

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“Alright, that should be everything,” Sas said to herself as she inspected the neat stacks of disguises she had put together for Anakin’s most recent “just crazy enough to work” idea for the mission to Kadavo. She placed her hands on her hips, whether with satisfaction with her handiwork, or an attempt to keep from fussing with her back brace, she wouldn’t admit to either. She would however admit that she was proud of the effort she put into putting the disguises together. Scrounging around for oddly specific helmets on the black market, or going through the trouble of buying a dress, taking it apart and making something completely new, weren’t exactly the skills she was pulled into the Grand Army of the Republic for, but she found she did enjoy the change. At least it was better than sitting around the Jedi Temple training halls or the clone barracks and running through her monotonous physical therapy routine.

“As our resident shapeshifter, recon consultant, and biggest critic of armor functionality I’m putting you in charge of our disguises,” Anakin had said. Sas had rolled her eyes at the time, but now as she rubbed the soft but stretchy teal fabric of the captive disguise, she felt really pleased with herself. She really did try to keep it simple, almost all functional, the dress being the exception. Well, Sas made it as functional as she could, with as little fabric as she had.

Anakin, Obi-Wan and Rex would be getting to her ship soon to try on their Zygerrian slaver disguises. Heat creeped its way up the back of her neck at the thought. She didn’t want to dwell much on why. These were just mission things that had to be taken care of, and this time the mission included her shifting into a Togruta woman and being barely dressed. No big deal.

Sas took one quick breath to shake off the pre-mission jitters, and went to change.

Okay so Sas actually did like the way the disguise fit her. She turned in the mirror, grinning as teal color complimented her green skin and dark hair. The fabric had some give at the top, so it was form fitting, though not tight. She had even managed to leave enough space that she could wear her back brace under it. With the gold necklace and the belt, all she would need to do is ask Anakin or maybe Boil if they could paint her brace the same gold color. She could make it look like the necklace, and the long spinal support was connected to the belt at her waist. She might need a second opinion on it, but truthfully the thought of heading back into the field after being out so long filled her with a nervous excitement.

At least that was what she told herself when she heard the ramp to her ship lower itself. It really shouldn’t have surprised Sas that Obi-Wan and Anakin were early, or that they came onto her ship without knocking, and yet she felt warmth inch its way up her neck again.

“You seem to know your way around here,” Anakin’s voice echoed down the metal halls.

“Only about as well as you know Senator Amidala’s apartment,” Obi-Wan replied. Sas could practically hear the smile in his voice.

“You two are early,” she called down the small corridor as she walked to the ramp, “For once.”

“If we were going to be late, it would have been Anakin’s fault,” Obi-Wan called back, punching in the code to close up the ramp again. “Lucky for us I know how to keep to a schedule.”

“How would it be my fault? We came from the same place.”

Obi-Wan just ignored the question, “Rex will be here soon. I believe he was having lunch with Pyrrha-” He stopped for a moment as Sas met them in the main storage hold.

Sas watched the two jedi for a moment, Anakin averting his eyes to Obi-Wan, and the latter taking a moment to fuss with his beard under his chin. She wasn’t a jedi; she couldn’t read their emotions, but she could tell Obi-Wan was trying to figure out something to say. “That's fine,” she started, “Pyrrha knows the code, they can just drop in when they’re ready to. I’ve got your gear sets on the table. Let me just walk you both through everything. It’s not going to be nearly as comfortable as the duraplast you wear with your robes, but it gives more coverage so that should be good.” Sas was acutely aware of how cold her legs felt as the teal fabric swished with each step. Neither Obi-Wan nor Anakin were the kind to keep their judgements to themselves, so their silence felt heavier and awkward as she continued to ramble on. “So I also needed your opinion on this,” Sas continued, as she gestured to her back brace. “It fits well enough under it, but I thought if we spray painted it gold or something it might look like part of the costume or something-”

“Sas, what are you talking about?” Obi-Wan said at last.

By now the trio was standing in her small mess chamber, Sas leaned against the table as she turned to Obi-Wan, his brows furrowed low over his blue eyes. To anyone else, he might have looked frustrated, but Sas had found over the years it was a face he really made when he was more concerned.

“I just thought it would be better to work my brace into the costume, Anakin or maybe Boil could help me paint it. It wouldn’t take long,” she said. “Figured that would be better than me going without it. I’d be fine to go without it-”

“Sas, you’re not going on this mission,” Obi-Wan interrupted again.

“What are you talking about Kenobi?” She challenged. “If I’m not going, what was the point of having me put all of this together? Having me put together the disguises?” She looked between the two jedi in confusion.

“So you could feel involved again-” Anakin quickly answered. “You have the best eye for things like this. I didn’t think you would take it to mean you were coming with us.”

“Regardless, Anakin, you could have done her the courtesy of telling her,” Obi-Wan said.

“Honestly, Sas, you’re still my first pick for this mission.”

“Anakin-”

“What? Sas has done plenty of undercover missions for us before. She’s perfect for this!”

“She was undercover as Padme, not being sent to a prison camp. What makes you think those two missions are comparable?”

Sas just crossed her arms and let them bicker back and forth. That was how these sort of things usually went. Truthfully, Sas thought she would have been medically cleared to return to the field by now. She wasn’t surprised though that Anakin hadn’t bothered to check or clear any of it with anyone. While she could say that her physical therapy had been going well, and she was infinitely stronger than she had been a few weeks ago, the implications of getting wounded or looking weak at prison camp, in the event she was rejected as a “gift,” didn’t give her much confidence in making it through the mission in one piece.

“Do I get a say in any of this?” She sighed. Both jedi stopped and looked at her. “Its fine, alright. I misunderstood. It’s fine. I don’t know who you got to fill in, I can see if I can make adjustments for Shaak Ti, I’m assuming you asked her-”

“Eh, Ahsoka is only a little shorter than you, she can make it work,” Anakin said with a shrug. “These my things?” he added as he picked up a stack of gear.

Sas blinked, once, then twice, then looked to Obi-Wan who seemingly turned to stone as he stared at Anakin before speaking again. “Anakin, am I to understand that in your eyes, the next best person to pretend to sell into slavery is Ahsoka, not just your padawan, but a child?”

“She’s a tough kid, and we’ll be there to keep an eye on her. She’ll pick up on the plan quickly. Ahsoka is used to our improvised plans. At least more than Shaak Ti or anyone else would be.”

Sas pressed her palms together, took a deep breath as she brought her hands up to her face before slowly letting out the breath and dropping them. She opened her mouth to call Anakin a few choice words, but stopped abruptly as Obi-Wan reached for his pile of gear with one arm, and with the other guided Sas away from the table by her waist.

Sas told herself her stuttering was because she was abruptly cut off as Obi-Wan led her away. It definitely was not a reaction to the way his war worn hand sent a shiver of warmth through her when his fingers brushed over the sensitive skin of her exposed waist. It wasn’t like he hadn’t touched her before, and yet she felt her heart fluttering with each step she took as he led her back to her cabin. There was no reason for her to feel so worked up. There was absolutely no reason for her heart to race as he adjusted his hand to the small of her back, just where her brace ended.

“My dear, I should apologize for the confusion,” Obi-Wan said as they stopped outside her door.

Sas furrowed her brows. Her mind was still ringing with him calling her ‘my dear’. She felt more warmth creep into her face, He had done it plenty of times before, but something about the way he said it coupled with his hand once again adjusting its position on her waist, left her brain buzzing.

His own blue eyes widened for a moment as he realized what he had done and abruptly pulled his hand away. “For the miscommunication,” he clarified as if he didn’t know he set every nerve ending across her skin ablaze.

“Oh that,” She said, giving a tired roll of her eyes. “It's just Anakin being stubborn. I should have known better than to try to squeeze my way onto the mission so soon.” Outwardly she gave a small teasing smile, “You know its probably for the best I sit this one out. You seemed so distracted when you walked in. I’d hate to mess up the mission because you couldn’t take your eyes off me.”

To her surprise she heard Obi-Wan chuckle to himself as she walked into her room. She looked back at him only to see a small smile of his own tugging at his lips from under his beard. “Yes, well fortunately for me, if you were going you would have shifted into someone else. Someone not nearly as distracting as you claim to be now.”

“I’m not claiming anything. Your silence spoke volumes Pretty Boy,” Sas teased. “It's fine, I understand. I’m just too hot for this mission. I get it.”

Obi-Wan just shook his head, but she could still see the small curve to his lips. He looked down the corridor for a moment before letting her door close behind him as he stepped further into her room. “Sas, it's alright if you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset.”

He raised a brow in answer.

“Using the force to read my emotions is cheating,” Sas countered sitting on the edge of her bed. “I know I’m just too gorgeous for you to handle right now, but you could pretend to misread my body language like anyone else would.”

Obi-Wan let out a breath as he moved to sit next to her. “I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are-.” “Its not a joke, I’m a legit snack.”

Sas hadn’t even realized she moved, until she felt Obi-Wan shift next to her and wrap his arm around her shoulders. Her throat closed up around half formed words as she tried to protest that she wasn’t upset. That she wasn’t disappointed, that she wasn’t worried about him.

“Sas, its okay. You don’t have anything to prove by going, or trying to hide that you’re upset.” She felt his chin rest on top of her head. “While I agree, you made a disguise that accentuates your beauty, I would prefer to have you well rested and in one piece. There will always be another mission-”

Closing her eyes and leaning into his hold, Sas let his words sink in for a moment. Of course she knew there would always be a next time. Even if she wasn’t serving on republic funded missions, there were always supply runs that needed to be made for her home planet. Part of the problem was that there was always another mission and it had taken more than a few tolls on Obi-Wan and Sas. Physically and mentally they were drained, even if they tried not to show it.

“Maybe the next mission will be for us to take a vacation,” she whispered.

“That would be nice,” he hummed.

They sat in silence for a while, neither in much of a hurry to change their clothes. It was comfortable and Sas was in no rush to disrupt the small moment of peace.

Anakin however, was eager. “Rex and Pyrrha are picking up Ahsoka, they’ll be here soon,” he called from down the corridor again.

Obi-Wan stiffened next to her. “He just doesn’t want to ask anyone else.” With his free hand, Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Okay but how many Jedi do you both actually know that would put themselves in that situation with you guys?” Sas asked as she slowly sat up.

“You’re not seriously defending him?”

“No, no I’m not.” Sas said quickly. “I just…understand only wanting to work with people who get your- uh preparation methods. That's why I was contracted through you and really only your unit for the GAR.”

Obi-Wan turned to her fully then. His blue eyes scanned her face, for what though Sas couldn’t say. She always understood those little extra moments of staring as Jedi things, that Obi-Wan just sometimes did. “Darling, you’ve just given me an idea. Take off the dress-”

“Excuse me there should be a please sprinkled in either before or after ‘take off the dress.’” Sas said.

Obi-Wan just blinked at her.

“I just mean, I’m not sure now is a good time for that- We can do that but i don’t think right this second is a good time-”

“Sas-”

“I get it, I look good in this disguise,” Sas was grinning at this point, as she thought she saw some red creeping around the edges of his ears.

“Sas, you know that's not what I meant.”

“No, I know, but it did get you to laugh.”

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“How do I look?” Obi-Wan said at last. He held out his arms as Sas circled and inspected him in his new disguise.

“Honestly you look better than I did-” Sas said quickly as she adjusted the teal material stretched over his shoulder. She had added some fabric to the metal belt and necklace so that it would fit him. She hadn’t anticipated just exactly how the disguise would fit him. Truthfully she didn’t think the teal disguise would fit him at all. “There's a part of me that says I should be offended but,” she stood in front of him and reached out to adjust the top over his shoulder, “it makes your tits look better than mine.”

“Sas-”

“Fine, your pectorals, is that better?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“This is barely going to cover your nipple-” Sas thought out loud as she reached to adjust the fabric but then quickly pulled her hands away. Fixing it over his shoulder was one thing, something about this felt different. This wasn't a necessity like when they trained together, or occasionally had to put and check each other's bacta pads. She took a step back studying the way the fabric clung to him, accentuating his muscle definition that usually hid under his robes.

“So we’re leaving it out? I suppose that would add to the appeal,” Obi-Wan said looking down at himself and then to Sas with a small grin. “But you would be the best person to speak on that, right Darling?”

Sas had to look away for a moment. She needed air. She felt warmth flood her face as she tried to look back to him to attempt to counter his teasing. All it took was a glimpse of his little teasing grin and the mischievous glint in those pretty blue eyes to make her heart flutter wildly in her chest. She had to look away again. He was only saying that because she was in charge of the disguises. That was all. Any flirting or comments before, even now, were just both of them being silly. That was all. Her ears burned. She spotted the last of the matching jewelry on her dresser, and took her chance to escape.

“I would be, if I was the one you were supposed to be charming and distracting,” She said once she could clear her head of his grin. She gathered up the head piece and the few rings she had found to match the belt.

“I suppose this would be good practice for me then?”

“The day you need to practice being charming, is the day Tatooine floods.” Sas held up the jewelry. “Besides, you need the finishing touches.”

She offered him the rings and waited for him to slide them onto his fingers before holding up the head piece. She had expected him to just take it from her hands but instead he tilted his head down and leaned in toward her. Sas stopped breathing.

“Would you do the honors?”

Sas blinked. For half a second she thought he was going to kiss her cheek. He was close enough. She let out a breath and gave him a grin. He was just messing with her that was all. It wasn’t often that she got flustered and he was just taking advantage of that. Maybe even trying to get her mind off the disappointment of not going with them.

“Of course, Love,” she finally answered as she set the crown on his head. She did her best to set the small combs on the edge in his hair without making it look silly. Once it was securely in place she dropped her hands to her sides and looked up at him. “All done. Are you sure you want to do this? Rex, Pyrrha and Ahsoka could show up at any second.”

“Anakin only wanted people he knew well on this mission. Who better to take this role, but me?”

Sas just laughed. “Well if you change your mind, at least we know your other disguise fits too.”

“You did a wonderful job with both Sas,” Obi-Wan assured her as he clasped her shoulder.

“You want me to go ahead of you, make it more dramatic?” “If you would be so kind.”

“He’s going to be so mad.”

“Maybe he should have done what we agreed on then.”

Sas let out another laugh before composing herself and stepping back to the mess table. Anakin had apparently just decided to try to fit the armor over his robes, which worked, but anyone who knew Jedi robes would be able to see through the disguise. Sas felt less bad for him as she watched him slide the helmet over his head.

“What was the point in having me put together actual disguises if you were just going to put the armor on over your robes?” Sas asked as she plopped down on the bench and propped her head on her arms on the table. “It would have saved me a lot of time, you know.”

“Well its about time you’re back. What happened, the old man couldn’t dress himself?” Anakin said, turning to look down the hall waiting for his former master still.

“Well…something like that- You laced up the shoulder piece wrong by the way.”

“Can you fix it for me then?” Anakin asked, turning his back to the hallway again.

“I don’t know, last I heard only old men couldn’t dress themselves.”

“Sas, come on-”

“Fine, stop your fussing. Come here.” Sas shifted so she was kneeling on the couch and motioned for Anakin to stand in front of her facing the hallway again. “Just sit still, this will only take a second.”

“Then what’s taking Obi-Wan so long?”

“Well he’s wearing everything exactly the way I said to so-”

“Obi-Wan, what are you wearing?” Anakin exclaimed.

Obi-Wan stood at the edge of the room,standing a little taller and straighter, really attempting to test how well the fabric of the disguise would hold together. Now that Sas had a moment to catch her breath and clear her head, she took a moment to fully appreciate the lengths Obi-Wan went through to get back at Anakin. Revenge may not be the Jedi way, but Sas thought she was starting to understand why.

“Anakin stop moving-” Sas tried not to laugh as she yanked on the armor making him face Obi-Wan as he tried to look away from the Jedi Master.

“My disguise Anakin, I thought it was obvious,” Obi-Wan answered.

“Why are you wearing Ahsoka’s-”

“Oh no, Sas and I agreed this disguise was much too big for Ahsoka. We’ll just let her know she won’t be accompanying us on this mission.”

Anakin tried to lift one of his arms to shield his eyes, but Sas just pulled on another one of the ties in the shoulder armor to get him to lower his hand. “Fine I’ll send holo to Shaak Ti, I’m sure-”

“Are you kidding?” Sas started, “You think she has time to make it all the way from Kamino? You leave tomorrow and you can’t pick her up on the way.”

“After all Anakin,” Obi-Wan cut in, “You did say you would prefer to work with someone who was familiar with- how did you describe it- your preparation style?”

“Fine, I’ll find someone else!”

“Frankly Anakin there's no one in the Order who knows you better than I do. It only makes sense that I should take this role.”

“I think it's a bit late for that, Ani-'' Sas said, finally letting go of the armor straps and letting him step away.

“Come on, Obi-Wan take it off. You’re not posing as the slave,” Anakin said, though he still wouldn’t look directly at Obi-Wan.

“Oh no, I believe I fit your requirements better than Ahsoka could.”

“I’ll find someone else, it won’t take me long.”

“No, you said you wanted someone with more experience following your plans, and these are the consequences for not making a proper plan.”

Anakin pinched the bridge of his nose. “There's gotta be someone else-”

“Someone else for what-” Ahsoka’s voice trailed off as she stopped in the opposite entrance.

Sas kept her grin contained as Rex, Ahsoka, and Pyrrha stood in the main hall staring in shock at Obi-Wan. Even though they were all struck differently, it was nice to know she wasn’t the one. Rex and Ahsoka shared similar wide eyed expressions of complete shock, Anakin still wouldn’t look directly at his former Master, and Pyrrha, clutching her helmet, was trembling as she tried to contain her laughter.

“Oh nothing,” Obi-Wan answered the padawan as he crossed over to lean against the couch next to Sas. “Anakin was just thinking I should be replaced. He should know better than that though.”

“Besides, General Kenobi here would get a much better deal than anyone else we would pretend to sell,” Sas chimed in, as she shifted to give him a high five, only to have him clasp her hand in his. Her heart stopped for just a second, but she kept her hand in his.

“It’s not going to make any sense- we need a Togruta to get into the camp,” Anakin complained.

“Well, you do like to improvise, so we’ll improvise,” Obi-Wan answered calmly.

Ahsoka’s brows knitted together as if she were finally starting to make the connection. “I’m definitely not going to wear that,” she muttered, eyeing Obi-Wan skeptically.

“No, you’re not,” Obi-Wan said firmly. “It was already settled. I will be sold off, Anakin and Rex will be the ones to do that. Pyrrha, you may need to take Sas’ place as the third guard since she’s not medically cleared for the mission.”

Pyrrha finally wheezed out the giggles she had been trying to contain. “Wait, I thought the plan was to have four keepers.”

“I mean I have extra gear but that's going to be up to Anakin and if he can stick to the plan this time,” Sas teased.

Anakin sighed, “Yeah sure let's have four, Pyrrha you can switch with Obi-Wan, or maybe Jankari will do it-”

Before Pyrrha could answer, Obi-Wan spoke up again, “No, you just said he had to have a Togruta to get in the prison camps. A human woman isn’t going to get us any closer. I’m your best chance.”

“Master Jedi, Republic High General, makes him a valuable catch, on top of you know the look he has going for him,” Sas added, earning an eye roll from her friend across the room.

“Unless of course you’d like to volunteer to be the captive,” Obi-Wan continued looking pointedly at Anakin. “I’m sure Sas could make some last minute modifications-”

Anakin threw his hands up, “NO.”

“Then it’s settled,” Obi-Wan said, his grin growing wide under his beard.

“Wait one more thing,” Pyrrha started. Rex just tensed up next to her. Clearly the captain just wanted to grab his gear and go. “We gotta get a receipt for Kenobi when we sell him. They might try to get a refund for him after having him around for a while.”

“Oh no, there's no exchanges or returns for this sale,” Obi-Wan said with a small head shake.

“ Is that why Sas hasn’t been able to get rid of you yet?” Pyrrha added with a snicker.

Sas looked up at Obi-Wan, who was looking back down at her, and their hands still clasped together. She couldn’t get rid of him even if she wanted to, is what she wanted to say and she even offered him a small smile. He could probably tell what she was thinking anyway, nothing she said out loud would really matter. So instead she turned back to the group, Anakin had already disappeared down another hall to remove his armor, and said, “Hey Ahsoka, you wanna take Pyrrha’s place as a guard?”

“Does it mean I have to deal with more of,” Ahsoka gestured to the general area between where Anakin walked off and where Obi-Wan was still standing, “this?”

“Probably.”

“I think I’d rather deal with the younglings all week.”

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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.

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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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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 (𝐏𝐓 𝟏)

PAIRING: obi-wan kenobi x fem!oc reader

SUMMARY: the shrill sound of blaster fire, red and blue shots of light cutting through the deep fog. the call of a trooper to his general, voice almost blending in with the chaos filling her ears. a blue lightsaber, illuminating the form of a quick and nimble jedi. copper hair, soft and somehow still shiny, as her fingers carded through the strands in the dead of night. flashes, these were—visions and dreams plaguing the goddess of the sun; the sun witch; whatever she may be called. viarruh finnall, the queen of orret, knew she was meant to do more for the galaxy, meant to be out there and meant to be with someone, and with the help of a dear friend that is exactly what will happen.

WORD COUNT: 8.9k

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, slight angst? female oc, use of she/her, mentions of death, soulmate trope, eventual fix it fic. the clone wars time period.

NOTES: this oc and story has been living in my head for actual months. i love viarruh, and i sincerely hope you all do too! her and obi <3 ugh <3 there will be more to this story, i can’t say how many parts bc i’m honestly just winging it but it will follow the clone wars timeline, but it should be alright if you haven’t seen the show. also! i am planning on posting this story to my wattpad! if there are any inaccuracies or things that aren’t quite right, i’m doing my best! but i’m also flying by the seat of my pants so! oops! anyways feedback is always appreciated love u pookies

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

It was quiet in the Jedi Temple, the long corridor leading to the council room almost deserted; save for the four occupants huddled together.

Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala stood side by side as they attempted to offer small comforts to the pair before them. Time seemed to drag on as they all waited, tucked away next to a large column to retain as much privacy as possible, and nerves were understandably growing stronger.

“Just don’t look at him,” the Jedi Knight offered, holding his hands up as if the answer was so simple. He could not be faulted much, however, because he stuck around even when he had no reason to.

“Don’t look at him? I dream about him every night and you expect me not to look at him?” The woman across from him questioned, incredulous words filling the small space of their circle as her sculpted brows furrowed.

“Ani,” Padme sighed, shooting him a small smile nonetheless.

“I think what the General means,” the last member of the group interjected, his low voice easing his companion’s nerves ever so slightly. “Is that when you give your speech, do not focus on him too much. It will only distract you, and…” he drawled, words sounding like a question.

“...it’s something we can unpack later,” the woman finished with a nod, filling her lungs with air before exhaling.

“Good, very good, my dear.” Aged hands squeezed her shoulders before her attention was drawn elsewhere. Her eyes landed on the form approaching them from afar, and it was familiar to her, but it was not the man she was stressing over.

It was a Kel Dorian, a Jedi the woman had seen more than once in her visions. When he was within earshot, the woman hesitated before she opened her mouth. “Koh-to-yah, Master,” she greeted, attempting a small smile. A small effort, a metaphorical hand outstretched to make a good impression, and the man stopped in his tracks upon hearing her. It was difficult to read him due to the mask covering his face, but he bowed his head in return. A choice, to accept the hand.

“Koh-to-yah, Your Majesty,” his deep voice replied, before he continued the short trek to the council room.

“Okay, it shouldn’t be too long now that Master Plo is here,” Anakin explained. “I promise, it won’t be as bad as you think.”

There was no time to reply to him, for the doors opened and the Jedi from before, Master Plo, stepped out. “You may enter, Your Majesty. I do apologize for the wait.” He held out one arm clad in armor, and the woman detached herself from her support group with one last glance.

“Oh, no apology needed, Master,” she assured, voice soft as she passed him and crossed the threshold into the large room. Before her sat every member of the Jedi Council, some in person, some over holocall, but they all gazed upon her in a daunting semi-circle.

Her eyes zeroed in on him immediately, breath catching in her throat and heart freezing in her chest. Obi-Wan Kenobi, with his copper hair that shone in the sunlight that streamed through the many windows, was somehow even more perfect in person than in her dreams, and she did not know how that was possible.

She hoped that her face didn’t give her away, cursing herself for the falter in her stride when they made eye contact. She dismissed it, told herself to give no thought to the way it looked as if the man struggled just as much upon seeing her. That was impossible, a trick of the mind; for she was only human after all.

The young woman was suddenly aware of every aspect of herself, from the way her dress lay as she stood in the middle of the room to how heavy the crown she often wore felt on that day.

“A pleasure to see you, it is, Viarruh Finnall,” came the croaky voice of Master Yoda, and so that was where she chose to focus her eyes as she forced herself to remain calm.

“The pleasure is all mine, I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to hear me out,” she smiled, as polite as ever in a formal meeting. She did not have much experience with Jedi, but she did have some when it came to being a Queen.

“Of course,” the man sat next to Yoda replied, his hands clasped before him. “What can we help you with, Your Majesty?”

Viarruh took another deep breath, gathering her bearings before she dove into the explanation she could only hope she delivered in a clear and concise way. Her hands reached down and fluffed her dress slightly as her lips parted, nerves shoved to the back of her mind. “How much do you know of my planet’s culture?”

A moment passed in silence, her eyes flitting from one Jedi to the next, before she continued. “Or, more specifically, how much do you know about my family?” Another beat of silence, and she began her little walk around the circle she stood in, movement helping to disperse the nerves buzzing throughout her. “In my family, the crown is passed down from Queen to Queen, traditionally mother to daughter; and that is because we possess something that I understand to be somewhat similar to the Force,” she paused, eyes landing on Obi-Wan subconsciously. He was stoic as ever, hand raised to cover his chin as he listened, and was little comfort in the moment.

“It’s ancient, older than old, and it’s…” she laughed slightly, arms moving about as she spoke. “It’s magic. That’s the only word for it. Some have called us goddesses of the sun, others have called us sun witches; regardless of that, we are capable of things normal humans cannot do. We have a connection to the sun and possess abilities that aid us in protecting our planet, our people. Traditionally,” she sighed, “mother would teach daughter how to use and strengthen these abilities, but I have been without my teacher for quite some time. I haven’t had my master to help me, I’ve been on my own with only the light to guide me in the right direction, and I will not lie to you all. There are things I still don’t know about myself, things I’m still learning. This magic, it only grows stronger as time passes, just as I do, and I have not mastered much yet.”

“Magic?” Someone questioned from behind Viarruh, and she twirled around to face the man. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but magic is not real.”

This reaction was not one Viarruh was unfamiliar with. The condescending tone in the Cerean’s voice did nothing but roll off her back like water. Just as she was about to respond, someone beat her to it. A few seats away, a Togrutan woman illuminated in blue as she called from wherever she resided, addressed her colleague. “Master Mundi, perhaps we should keep an open mind, this galaxy is bigger than you might think.”

The man, Mundi, as it turned out, grumbled to himself but settled into his seat nonetheless. A small smile stretched across the queen’s face, and she lit up with an idea. “On the contrary, Master Mundi,” she raised a finger, and spun around to find the beams of light trickling into the circular room. “Magic is real, and I can show you.”

She stepped forward, hand outstretched before it was enveloped in the streams of warmth. Not a moment later, the light began to shimmer around her hand, golden sparkles covering her skin even after she pulled away. She held it up to show everyone, eyes flitting down the line of people before they settled on Master Plo. The grin she shot him was, all things considered, tame compared to her usual mischievous smirk, but the man did not know that. As the woman floated towards him, all he could think of was Ahsoka Tano, and how she must be a copycat for she looked almost the same when a plan formed in her mind.

When she finally stood before him, slender fingers were placed on his forehead and the still glittering light showered down and covered his entire body. Warmth filled him to the brim, as if the sun itself was beating down on a summer’s afternoon, and his eyes shut momentarily. When they opened again, Viarruh was still standing before him, hands at her sides but giving him a hopeful look. “Fascinating,” he mused, and the woman chuckled before bowing her head and returning to her spot. Behind her back, Plo made eye contact with Yoda before he nodded just once.

“That,” Viarruh began again, “was only a simple trick, but I feel a good example of how real my connection with the sun is. Recently, it seems I have…unlocked something. A new ability, something I had seen my mother deal with but not something she ever had the chance to help me with. I have been having visions and dreams,” she explained, face serious as she grew closer to the heart of her speech, the real reason she had called upon the Council.

“And they are only getting stronger and more persistent. Every day, now multiple times each, my mind is taken over and my eyes glow golden and all I can see is this war. I have seen it all,” she stressed, nodding her head a few times at the disbelief on some of the master’s faces. “The assassination attempts on Senator Amidala’s life, the Battle on Geonosis,” she listed, eyes wide. “I’ve seen a handful of you fight in battles, seen you risk your lives against swarms of droids. And I see myself, too; fighting with you, helping you and your men bring this closer to an end one day at a time.”

The room was so silent, one could’ve heard a pin drop, if anyone dared to move a muscle, that is. Every Jedi sat frozen in their seats, eyes all trained on the woman in the center of the room, and for a moment she felt like prey being stalked by predators. But she could not afford to let that get to her, let it throw her off her game because she was in too deep now to back out, to lose.

“I know, I know it sounds absurd, but it’s the truth. I have never been so certain about anything in my entire life, as I am about the fact that I am meant to do something in this war. I can feel it in my bones,” her fists clenched to emphasize her words, eyes boring into each and every person they landed on. “I believe that every person in this galaxy has a purpose, something they are meant to do, either for themselves or someone else; and I know in my heart of hearts, in every crevice of my mind, that I am meant to fight with you. My entire life, I have always had an intuition that rivaled anyone around me; sometimes I just know things and I am seldom wrong. I have never been led to believe I cannot trust my emotions, and that is how I know these visions mean something. I see with more than eyes.”

Her feet stopped moving, planting themselves in the dead center of the circle she had been pacing with toes pointed right at Master Kenobi. “Please,” she breathed. “You have to believe me, have to trust me that this is meant to happen.” His blue eyes bore into her, and she could not find it in herself to look away from them. If anyone in this room believed her, it had to be Obi-Wan. He had to know that she saw things beyond herself, that she thought of him every day and maybe, just maybe, she could tell him that she also dreamt of him every night. During the day, it was battles and clones, lightsabers and blaster fire; but at night, it was him. Moments of sneaking affection, fingertips brushing fingertips, late night conversations where no prying eyes could catch them, kisses, soft and sweet and sacred in their secrecy.

When she finally did break contact, flashes of his laughing face being pushed to the side, she looked to Master Yoda. “I love my job, and I love my people, but it eats away at me sitting in that castle instead of being out there.” Her voice shook under the severity of her emotions, the weight of her words and what they meant too heavy to hold steady in front of the audience. “I am absolutely riddled with guilt every time I see a clone fall, or a Jedi get cut down, and I know I can’t save everyone but I know I could do something.”

It had been a long while of Viarruh being the only one speaking, everyone else sitting in silence as she spilled everything that had been occupying her mind for months, so when she finally concluded her speech there was a pregnant pause, a swallowing quiet that left a pit in her stomach. This was it, she had nothing left to add to change their minds, should they send her away with her insane claims and delirious visions. She knew full well how crazy her request was, to want to fight in a war when her days consisted of royalty and sunshine, but it was about doing what was right, not what was easy.

A croaky voice broke the silence, bringing all eyes to a green Jedi huddled in his chair. “Thank you, I do, for coming forward with your visions. Frightening, it is, to share something unknown.” His head bowed slightly, ears moving with him. “Some time, we will need, to discuss things. From the temple, stray not, please.”

Relief, in its purest form, washed over her when his words registered. She was not being sent away with no thought to what she had to say, she was not laughed at for the emotion she showed.

“Of course,” she answered, bowing her head as well. “Thank you for your time. I shall be with General Skywalker in the meantime.” With that, she turned to make her exit, eyes lingering on a copper haired Jedi just a moment longer than they should have before her feet carried her across the room and over the threshold. Behind her, the doors shut and her shoulders slumped, closing her eyes while the sounds of shuffling feet filled her ears.

“Well?” Padme urged, unsatisfied with the lack of information being given.

“They listened to you, didn’t they?” Anakin fired immediately after, and Viarruh was struck with how similar they could be. Two peas in a pod, they were.

The young woman nodded her head, careful to mind the headpiece she wore once it bumped on the wall behind her. “Yes, they listened. No, Obi-Wan didn’t speak to me,” she answered, already knowing those were the two hot questions burning on everyone's minds. “Master Yoda said they would need time to discuss things, and not to stray from the temple.”

“Well, that’s good,” the eldest member of the group pointed out, aged face displaying a hopeful expression. “They could have said no and sent you home, but they’re considering.”

“Ellman’s right,” Padme interjected, face serious now that the first step of their plan was completed. It was only just a day ago that they wondered if they would even be able to do it, and here they were with one foot out the door already. “Now, should they say yes we need to have all of our points laid out for when we speak to the Chancellor. I have everything in my office in the Senate building.”

“I shall accompany you,” Ellman offered, his role as the queen’s main advisor ever present.

“Perfect. Ani, you stay here with Vi while we’re gone, and comm me when they bring her back in.”

“You got it,” he grinned down at her, and her business face melted for just a moment before she had to look away.

“And don’t get into any trouble, you two,” she warned, finger pointed at her husband before going to her best friend.

“Pads, we’re in a sacred temple, what kind of trouble could we possibly find?”

-: ✧

“Is that all you’ve got, Your Majesty?”

Although Viarruh had seen him in her visions, she had never met the young man who had captured her friend’s heart, and so she was not yet prepared for how arrogantly taunting Anakin Skywalker could be. He was caring, that much she could see; he had done his best to help with her pre-meeting jitters and now, was occupying her during her wait at the Jedi Temple. And yet, his voice carried across the sparring room with a challenging lilt curling around the words, solely meant to egg her on.

“Be careful what you wish for, General,” she warned, eyes bright and sharp and lips pulled into a smirk that only screamed trouble. Her hand shot out and in it formed a staff, appearing in a flash of light right before Anakin’s very eyes, though he still blinked a couple times as his mind attempted to catch up with what had happened. When he finally brought his attention back to the present, he only had moments to duck before the staff made contact with his face. Whatever it was made of, it did not appear to weigh her down as she moved with a frightening grace; and it stood up against a sword meant to cut through anything. She was capable, challenging, even, but she would need more training if she wanted to join them in battle. This was made clear to them both when the match ended with Viarruh’s staff on the ground some feet away from her and the blue blade of a lightsaber pointed right at her throat.

“I suppose you win this round, Skywalker,” she conceded, hands raising in surrender. Just as her opponent went to reply, most likely another boast, he was interrupted by the sound of clapping. Their heads turned in unison, and their eyes widened together just the same. The blade disappeared into the hilt of the saber and the heat fled from her neck, though it returned not a moment later as she registered who she was looking at.

Stood by the entrance was Obi-Wan Kenobi, hands coming down to clasp behind his back. “Impressive,” he mused, and the sound of his voice meeting her ears in person nearly knocked her over, but she remained steady as he started moving towards them. “It seems I taught my padawan well.”

“Yes,” she replied after realizing that Anakin’s silence was a push for her to speak up. “It seems so.” Her eyes cut to the man beside her, and he knew he would be in trouble later.

“And you, Your Majesty, are quite the fighter. I didn’t realize how frightening you could be.” By now, Obi-Wan was in front of the pair, looking at them with crystalline eyes. Viarruh tried not to think about how she looked at the moment; their fight had been long and was easy by no means, and she could feel the sweat gathered on her brow all the more under his gaze. She knew her hair was a mess on her head, having been knotted when she hastily removed the crown, and she didn’t dare look down to see if her dress was crumpled and crooked. She only prayed to Maker that it wasn’t as she stared right back at him.

“It comes in handy,” she quipped, heart skipping a beat in her chest when his smile widened.

The moment, if it could even be called that, was shattered when Anakin finally decided to make his presence known once again. “So, Master, what can we do for you?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes didn’t seem to want to leave the woman before him, but they eventually flicked to his former student, and he had to clear his throat before speaking. “Ah, yes, the Council wishes to speak with you again, Your Majesty.”

“Of course, just let me grab my things and we’ll be on our way,” she smiled, before turning to her new friend. “General, would you please comm Senator Amidala and Advisor Ellman while I speak with the Council?” She had already started to walk away from the men when the answer came, and she did not have to look at him to know he was grinning at her.

“Yes, yes, I can do that, Your Majesty.” She turned to squint at him, hands running through her long strands when, to her horror, he started to walk towards the exit. “I will go do that right now.”

Her fingers forced themselves to resume their movements as she turned away again. She found herself alone with the man she believed to be her soulmate, as if her nerves needed anything else to buzz over. When she did spin around to face him, he was already looking at her. Her cheeks burned even more, but in spite of it she held her hands out, gesturing vaguely to the crown now on her head as she made her way back to him. “Look good?”

Once again, words seemed to stick in Obi-Wan’s throat when her eyes were on him. He stuttered slightly in his reply, and cursed himself silently. “Yes. Looks good,” he nodded, suddenly shy in front of the queen. “To the council room?”

Viarruh was intuitive, and on top of this particularly beneficial trait, she also read people for what they were. Not much got past the Queen of Orret, and so she dared to let herself believe that what she saw was, indeed, true.

Obi-Wan was nervous.

“Lead the way, Master,” she smiled, swallowing her chuckle when she noticed the shade of pink dusting over his cheeks as he led her out of the room.

The corridor was long and dimly lit, the evening sun casting a golden hue across the walls and floors, and though her shoes were the only noise for the beginning of their walk, Viarruh had started to settle into herself; muscles relaxing and mind easing as she felt the warmth of the man next to her. They were not touching, not even close enough to brush arms, but she still felt him. For a moment she wondered if this would only make her miss him more when he was no longer around her, but a small voice in the back of her mind told her she was a fool to think it wouldn’t.

“Your Majesty?”

Her heart still skipped a beat when his accent rang in her ears, but she was no longer fighting for breath and composure. He was comfortable to be around, she had decided.

“Oh, please, Viarruh is fine,” she assured, smiling at him in an attempt to prove to him that it really was fine.

He hesitated for a moment, but not a second later did he nod his head before flicking his eyes over to meet hers. “Viarruh,” he corrected, and oh, Maker, her name had never sounded so pretty. “May I ask you something about your visions? I know you are to speak with the Council about them, but I was wondering if you could tell me when they started?”

“Uhm,” she stalled, remembering back to the first vision she ever had.

She had just settled down in the plush and intricate chair sat at her desk, fully intending to complete some work in the late hours of the night, for something had been nagging her though she could not figure it out. It had kept her awake when she laid down to sleep, and so she had eventually wandered her way around the castle and ended up in her office. But as she reached for the holopad she felt…funny. A feeling washed over her, starting at the crown of her head and showering down to the tips of her toes, and it had happened so fast she hadn’t had any time to react before breath stuck to the back of her throat and eyes glowed bright like the sun that hung in the sky. Her lips were parted but only quiet choking sounds escaped her as her head fell backwards, face pointed to the high ceiling but she was not really looking.

No, her mind was taken over and it was like she wasn’t even in her office anymore. Instead, she was on Coruscant, stood in the darkened bedroom of her best friend. She could not move, she could not speak, only watch as insect-like creatures crawled towards Padme’s sleeping figure. Could only watch as two Jedi burst into the room, blue blade illuminating the darkness as one of them cut the creatures in half.

It ended there, whatever it was that had happened to her. Her eyes slammed shut before snapping open, air rushing into her lungs as she gasped, almost falling forward onto the desk in front of her. With a heaving chest she did her best to push herself up from her seat on shaky arms before she dashed out of the room. Bare feet carried her to the meeting room where she punched in Padme’s comm code, and she anxiously waited for her face to appear in blue, but cried out in frustration when there was no answer.

Worry prickled at every nerve and dread had settled in her feet, making it hard to even move her legs as she rushed to the only room she could think of; Ellman’s. She couldn’t move fast enough, tripping on the ends of her sleep gown numerous times, and she practically flew into his door. She was gasping, mind racing over every possibility as her fists bangs on the door, and she didn’t know how she was still standing by the time the man answered the door.

His eyes were squinted as he tried to make out who was in front of him, and in her frenzy Viarruh almost yelled at him, but there was no time to raise her voice as words spilled out with no end. They were frantic and jumbled together, and it was the alarm bells it set off in his mind that fully awoke him. “Viarruh? Viarruh! What is it?”

His questions fell on deaf ears, and strong hands tightly grasped her shoulders. “Viarruh, calm down! I need you to breathe!” He shook her a few good times, successfully putting an end to the stream of panic falling from the woman’s lips. Her eyes were wide as they finally focused on him, and she was slightly trembling in his hold.

It was a rarity for the queen to get so startled, handling her nerves well on any other day despite the horrors of her childhood, but that was not the case on this particular night. “Vi, what happened?”

“It’s Padme, I—I saw something and when I commed her, she didn’t answer, and—”

“Slow down,” he urged. “What do you mean you saw something?”

“I was in my office, and s—something happened, it was,” she stuttered, shaking her head as she struggled for words. “Do you remember when I told you I had a weird feeling earlier today? I couldn’t sleep, so I went to my office.”

“Was someone in there with you?” He interjected, but she shook her head again.

“No, no, it was just me; but I did see something. It was like…like a vision. I got this funny feeling and then I couldn’t breathe, it was like I was choking on nothing and then I couldn’t see.” Her hands fisted the front of his shirt, words speeding up again the more she spoke.

“You couldn’t see, but you saw something?”

“I’m being serious! It was like—like a vision! I was staring at the ceiling and then something happened to me and it was all gone, all I could see was the vision and I saw Padme!”

Viarruh did not catch on in the moment, perceptiveness dialed down in her vulnerable state, but Ellman seemed to be paying more attention now that she had revealed what she had experienced. His brows were furrowed as her words bounced around in his head, thoughts zooming this way and that as he thought back to when he was working for her mother, and all the things he’d witnessed her do and he remembered visions being one of them.

“What happened to her in this vision?” His voice was low and as serious as could be, no longer high pitched in worry, and in the darkness of the corridor his face was almost grave.

“There was something in her room, and it was crawling towards her while she slept and then two Jedi burst into the room! I tried to comm her when it ended but she didn’t answer, and that only makes me think something bad really did happen to her! Ellman, what if she’s in trouble? What’s happening?”

“Listen, listen,” he soothed, taking a half step closer. “This is because of your powers. Your mother had visions, but I can only imagine how frightening it was when so unexpected.”

“My mom had them?” she mumbled, wide eyes staring up at the closest thing to a parent she had.

“She did. I don’t know much, unfortunately, but I do know that this was going to happen eventually; you’re far too perceptive and just plain lucky to have it skip you. What it is, well, to my understanding it could be a number of things. The past, things that have already happened revealed to you; the present, seeing things as they happen in real life; and the future, though that is never a certainty. Things change, but you can see these things. Now, what you saw with Padme could be any of those things, I’m afraid I have no answers to give with that, but we will investigate more in the morning. More people are likely to answer our calls, and we will be of sound minds,” he assured, one hand coming up to smooth over the back of her head. “Please, My Lady, let me escort you back to bed.”

“With the assassination attempt on Padme’s life. The one you and Anakin were around for,” she answered, keeping it short and sweet.

“You saw it?”

“I did,” she nodded, fingers playing with the fabric of her dress. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” he dismissed, looking away from her and she had a creeping suspicion that he was not telling the truth. Nonetheless, she nodded her head before allowing herself a moment to take him in. He wore the plastoid armor similar to that of the clone troopers over the top half of his robes, and his lightsaber hung off his waist, shining and magnificent. He was more handsome than any man she’d ever seen in all her life of travels and meetings, negotiations and balls. Stuffy princes didn’t hold a candle to him.

“I see,” she mused, voice verging on playfulness. It was nice speaking to him, actual conversations instead of snippets of exchanges captured in dreams. “Well, let me ask you, do you ever see things?” She glanced over him, brows raised and lips curling upwards.

Her question settled into Obi-Wan’s mind and debated how truthful he wanted to be with his response. All his time and energy went into the Jedi Order, and fighting this war. He was strong with the force and worked to keep his balance, and he was a clever and impressive General in the GAR; but from time to time he saw her. Not often, not as often as she had visions, it seemed, but when he got the rare moment of rest, he could hear her voice and almost make out her face. When in battle, surrounded by blaster fire and chaos, he sometimes felt her presence next to him, swearing he saw her and a warm glow in his peripheral, yet when he risked a glance she was nowhere to be seen. It had started when he overheard her speaking to Padme the morning after the attempt on the senator’s life, voice slightly distorted over the holocall but still ringing pleasantly in his ears.

But was this something he wanted to admit to? Something he wanted to reveal in the corridor of a Temple that frowned upon attachments? But to lie to her, the thought of it made his stomach churn for some reason.

“Yes, I suppose I do,” he settled, voice almost far away. Viarruh tilted her head slightly, contemplating the thoughts behind his eyes before he cleared his throat, seeming to come back to her. “The Force works in mysterious ways,” he nodded, grinning when the woman chuckled.

“That, I can understand. Perhaps you see with more than eyes, just as I do, Master Kenobi.”

“Perhaps,” he agreed, looking straight ahead as he prepared himself for his next comment. “Though I don’t think there is anyone quite like you out there.”

Obi-Wan, while pleasant to be around, was becoming almost flirty. His voice was smooth and his accent curled his words nicely, as sweet as honey. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she could not stop it, could not prevent a full on, toothy smile growing on her face. The doors to the council room were in sight, just up ahead, and she looked as unserious as she could possibly be.

“I think you’re right,” she whispered, turning to face him when they were only a few feet before the doors. “But the same could be said about you.” She cleared her throat, wiggling her arms a little to reset, now looking at her companion with determination. “Wish me luck, I’ve got to speak with the Jedi Council.”

“Now that you mention it, I have a meeting to attend. Good luck, Your Majesty.”

With that, the doors slid open and Viarruh made her way inside the large room once again, the presence of Obi-Wan Kenobi following her. When she reached the middle of the circle, he passed her and settled into his seat, and the added distance between them lessened the ease she had previously felt. Nerves began to settle into her again, as even Obi-Wan’s demeanor changed to that of a more stoic man, a Jedi wise beyond his years sitting amongst the council.

“Your Majesty, we’d like to thank you again for coming to us to speak,” the bald man sat next to Master Yoda began, voice just as serious as it was before. It was difficult to read him as he spoke and she found little comfort in the way his face remained stoney. “The information you presented to us is much appreciated, and has caused lots of discussion within the Council. If you don’t mind, we’d like to ask you some questions.”

“Of course, I don’t mind at all, Master…?”

“Windu, Your Majesty,” he answered, bowing his head.

“Master Windu,” she repeated, nodding her head at him with a small smile. “Ask away.”

“What is your goal?”

Vague. A broad question asked simply and to the point, and it caused the woman to tilt her head ever so slightly. “My goal?”

“Yes. What is your goal in all of this?”

“Well,” she sighed. “Short term, I suppose it’s to convince you all to help me do what I can to join the war,” she gestured vaguely with one arm, holding the other out as she spoke again. “Long term, to do what’s right. To make a difference. To help people. Is that not everyone in this room's goal?”

“We are bound by oath,” came the voice of Master Mundi, interjecting and almost cold. “We are warriors of peace and fight to bring balance back to the galaxy, per our oath to the Jedi Order.”

“I am also bound by oath,” she countered lowly. “I was born into a position of power. I’ve held it all my life, and when I was just fourteen standard years old I obtained the highest rank you could possibly get on most planets. The responsibility may not be the same as yours, but it is a great one nonetheless; to keep people safe, to represent them, to protect them, that is what I do. And the oath I made was to always do what is right, what I need to do regardless of whether it is easy or not, whether it makes sense or not. And the Clone Wars are hurting people, and the Republic’s enemy stands for things that I would rather die fighting than let become the status quo in our galaxy. We may live different lives, Master Mundi, but our goals are very much the same.”

“You are very dedicated to this,” a male Nautolan observed, and all eyes turned to him. “It’s easy to see that this means something to you. I believe you when you say that our goals are the same, but this is still a very unusual situation, Your Majesty,” he explained, frowning slightly towards the end of his sentence.

“It is, I know that,” Viarruh assured sincerely. “But as unusual as it is for you, it is the same for me.”

“Your visions, hear more about them, may we?” Yoda questioned, pointing a clawed finger in her direction.

“What would you like to know?”

“Are they of the future?” Someone else questioned.

“Not entirely,” she answered, shaking her head. “My understanding is that they are things revealed to me because they need to be. It could be something from the past, I can see things as they are happening, and sometimes I do see the future, but you all know as well as I do that the future is never set in stone. Prophecies and destinies aside, seeing a vision of something that should happen doesn’t always mean it will happen.”

“What is the extent of your powers? What can you do, exactly?”

“I can do lots of things,” she chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “But I already told you that they’re still developing, I still don’t know what the extent is.”

“I saw a demonstration of Her Majesty’s abilities in the sparring room, and it was most impressive,” a familiar voice entered the conversation, backing her up as she stood under the eyes of the disbelieving. Her chest warmed as she caught his eye before they flicked to the next person to speak.

“Sparring room?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan answered smugly. “Her Majesty sparred with Anakin, and held her own for quite some time. I could only imagine what she would be like with just some formal training.”

Murmurs filled the room, soft and blended together, but she gathered that Anakin being her opponent was the hot topic. “Impressive, that is,” Yoda confirmed. “Needed, a demonstration is, perhaps.”

“I can give you a demonstration,” she promised, hand already coming up to point at the copper haired Jedi. Her palm faced upward, slender fingers curling slightly as she made miniscule movements. At first, no one was aware of what was happening, Obi-Wan being most confused of all, but then he felt a little tug at his belt. He looked down to see his lightsaber moving here and there, before it eventually lifted off his thigh and unhooked from his waist.

His mouth opened in shock, and he didn’t need to look to know he was not the only one, as they all watched his lightsaber float through the air, right into the hand of Viarruh Finnall. She ignited the weapon, blue blade shooting out from the hilt and bathing her in the cool hue. And because she lived for the dramatics, she twirled it around, a move that was like muscle memory to her, the whirring sounds of the energy blade filling the room. When she finished, she retracted the blade and her hand fell to her side.

“While I did lose my fight with Anakin Skywalker, I have won many more. I am not helpless, and I do not give up easily.” Her eyes bore into the council members one by one. “And I am not afraid, I was not built to be and cannot afford to be.” She continued to spin around, intending to make an impression on every person she looked at, and she knew it was successful from the look in each of their eyes. “Sometimes it is not enough to just be against darkness. If you have the ability to, should you not use the light?”

The severity of her tone and words had lodged itself in the chest’s of the Jedi Council, and before them stood not the naive queen they thought was coming to their planet. No, stood before them was Viarruh Finnall, Goddess of the Sun, the Sun Witch, Queen of Orret, in all her wisdom and confidence. She was passionate and unyielding, she was caring, and she was strong. This young woman, whatever she had gone through in her lifetime had made her tough enough to bear the weight of leadership, to dive head first into a war that she was never obligated to join, to look an evil in the face and stand steady against it.

“If we were to say yes,” Master Windu broke the silence, sharing glances with those around him. “What would be your next course of action?”

It took her a moment to calm herself, dispelling some of the intensity in her words as she turned to look at the man. “Well, should you say yes, I would need to speak with Chancellor Palpatine next. I chose to meet with you first because, although the Chancellor makes the final decisions, having you all to back me up would speak louder to him than I ever could on my own. You, of course, are not obligated to, but it would be most appreciated if I had someone to accompany me to speak with him; and depending on his answer, I will head home,” she explained with a note of finality, clasping her hands in front of her.

“Home?” Master Mundi interjected, leaning forward in his seat.

“Yes,” she answered simply, looking right at him.

“And what do you plan to do about your status as Queen while you fight in this war? You cannot do both.”

“I would give it up.” She stated, in such a way that it seemed the answer was obvious. It did not weigh heavy on her tongue as she spoke matter of factly, though it did put pressure on her chest, bones feeling as if they could cave in. “My birthday is in a matter of weeks, and though it may seem frivolous, celebrations are quite the talk back home,” she explained, flicking some hair over her shoulder as she resumed her movements around the center of the room. “I will use it as my opportunity to announce my retirement from the throne, and present who I have chosen to replace me; her coronation will come only days after. Then,” she shrugged. “I’ll go wherever you tell me to, and I’ll do whatever I can.”

It seemed, for a frightening moment, that she was unable to get through to them. They all stared at her, mouths closed with no intention of opening to speak to her, and her shoulders grew heavy, fighting to slouch forward as the feeling of defeat tickled at her bones. She held her breath, eyes flickering between the men in front of her. Obi-Wan held contact before he looked away, seemingly speaking to Master Yoda without using words, and she clutched the hilt of his lightsaber a little tighter, the metal warm from her hold on it throughout her speech.

As she glanced towards Master Plo, a frown almost dipping the corner of her lips downwards, she missed the nod Obi-Wan sent his elder, and the one following from Mace Windu. Her attention snapped back as a throat was cleared, and eyes had returned to her, though the tone had shifted ever so slightly. Almost indiscernible, it was, but she saw it and dared to let hope bloom in her chest.

“Speak to the Chancellor, we will. Tomorrow,” Master Yoda decided, sliding down from his chair, beginning to make his way towards the woman. “To your home, I will go with you. Train you, I will.” When he stood before her, large eyes gazing into hers, he placed one hand over the other on top of his staff as it stood in front of him and he was the picture of wisdom.

For a moment, she did not have any words. She had said so much since she’d arrived at the Jedi Temple, but now that she finally had an answer from them, she had nothing to offer the Council. She was frozen in her stare with the green Jedi, lips parting ever so slightly as his words rang in her ears. “Thank you,” she breathed, relief making her feel so light it almost lifted her off the ground below. She blinked a few times, gathering her bearings as reality began to set in that she had done it.

“Easy, it will not be, Viarruh Finnall,” he promised, shaking his head.

“The things worth doing usually aren’t, Master,” she replied, when the hole burning into her became too much and she looked up, meeting blue eyes already looking. Obi-Wan smiled at her, blowing his head in a silent congratulations, and she smiled. It was similar to the one he had managed to get from her in the corridor, and her success coupled with just knowing him now made it impossible to stop it.

Master Windu was the next to rise, the others following suit, and the tall man joined them in the middle of the room. “When we speak to the Chancellor tomorrow, you will have our full support. All we ask in return, is that you follow through with your word,” he explained, holding his hand out for her to shake.

When her hand slipped into his, enveloped by the gloved and armored one, a familiar feeling washed over her quicker than ever, and she gasped loudly, drawing the attention of everyone else in the room. Obi-Wan pushed his way to the front, almost overwhelmed from how loud everyone’s voices were once they blended together in panic, before standing beside the woman but she was not seeing him. Her muscles tensed and her back straightened as she went rigid, fingers clamping around Windu’s hand tightly, and he attempted to pull away in alarm; it was a struggle, but he was eventually able to pry himself out of her hold as her eyes glowed brightly. Her brows were furrowed and breath was stuck in her throat and she looked almost pained, and it made Obi-wan’s heart clench in his chest. It alarmed him, how seeing her like this affected him, but there was no time to think about it as his hands grasped her shoulders.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!” he called, shaking her slightly but she remained frozen, golden eyes staring past him. Even when he grasped her face in his large hands because the choking sounds escaping her as air tried to fight its way to her lungs were scaring him more, she didn’t see him. His thumbs pressed into her cheeks as he turned her head to face him, almost yelling at her. “Viarruh! Breathe!”

When this very thing happened at home, no one could get through to the woman after her eyes lit up and she stopped breathing; screams and yells falling on deaf ears as her mind was taken over, but as she watched herself creep through the forest with a squad of clones and Mace Windu at her side, a voice echoed from somewhere. Who it belonged to, she could not tell, but it was comforting in its familiarity and lifted the pressure from her chest; everything became clearer as if a layer of dirt and grime had been wiped away, the plastoid armor glinting in the sunlight of the trooper who passed her. Outside of the vision, the blockage was removed from her throat, ripped away as oxygen rushed into her, and light burst out of her.

It was as if they were no longer in the council room, the group of people huddled together now standing in the same forest of her vision. She did not know they were there, could not feel them still, but they saw everything she did as it projected from her. They watched as everyone trekked on, the only sounds being the crunching and rustling of foliage and the sounds of wildlife in the distance; as Viarruh faltered in her step, causing the soldier behind her to bump into her, pushing her forward a few steps. Though, it looked as if she had paid it no mind, instead holding her hands out as if to steady herself, eyes flickering around before landing on the Jedi ahead of her.

And they could only stare as Windu continued on, having not noticed the absence to his left, and Viarruh lurched forward to reach him quicker. “Mace, no!” she yelled, grasping his shoulder to throw his body backwards, pushing him and their squad away from the pressure bomb cleverly disguised; but that also meant she was the closest to the explosion. The onlookers flinched as they were surrounded by heat and light and the deafening blow, watching in horror as the queen flew through the air, rolling backwards when she collided with the ground. She didn’t move much after her body settled, but Obi-Wan could see the way her eyes were blown wide, not seeming to focus on anything as she blinked. She didn’t respond to the calls of her name, not even noticing the people slowly searching for her, the ringing in her ears blocking out everything around her.

It was Windu who found her, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes as he walked up to her. “Viarruh,” he called, and it wasn’t until he saw movement to the side, and turned to see her leg poking through the tall grass. When he stood over her, he cringed slightly at the injuries he could see, and so did everyone else. Blood covered her face, dripping down from her hairline and smearing across her cheeks; parts of her shirt and vest were singed, still smoking, telling them she had burns as well. “Viarruh,” he tried again, and she only looked at him with wide eyes, giving him no indication that she heard him. He reached down with both hands, placing a couple fingers on her cheeks to move her head side to side, inspecting for anything else, and Obi-Wan was relieved to see nothing.

“Come on,” Windu grunted, picking her up and placing her on her feet, slinging an arm over his shoulder as he supported most of her weight. Then, the scene shifted, the same light as before filling the room before it all zapped into Viarruh, hitting her with a force strong enough to push her back a few steps when it collided with her chest, causing her to gasp loudly. Hands reached out to keep her upright, holding her steady on her feet as her eyes snapped shut before reopening, back to normal.

She was panting, gulping air down like she had been drowning, and the first thing she heard when she returned to the present was the worried voice of Obi-Wan Kenobi, his hands on her arms, having been the one to reach out to catch her. “Viarruh, are you alright?”

“That one was different,” she responded, shaking her head as her mind ran a mile a minute.

“Was that a vision?” Windu questioned, leaning closer to the woman.

“Yes,” she nodded, eyes finally raising to meet those of the man that still cradled her. “But it was different, this one wasn’t the same as others.”

“Viarruh,” Obi-Wan called softly. “What do you mean by ‘it was different’?”

“Stronger, it was stronger,” she answered as the group of Jedi began to back away from her, giving her space now that she was back with them. “And I…could hear someone.” It confused her, left her wondering, because she had never heard anyone in her visions like that, never felt anything but alone as she lost control of herself.

“We didn’t hear anyone,” Mundi noted, looking around at the others. “Other than yourself and Master Windu.”

“Wait,” she jerked around, confusion growing more and more by the second. “Did you…did you all see that too?” She was met with nods from everyone, and she could only stand there in a stunned silence as her thoughts ran a mile a minute.

“Viarruh?” Obi-Wan questioned softly after there was still no response from the queen, and turned back around to face him.

“It…projected?” Her face was still twisted in disbelief, the events taking place sprouting question after question in her mind. The man nodded his head to answer her, raising his brows at her tone.

“Is that also newly unlocked?”

She had again looked away from him, eyes staring down at the floor as the dots began to connect, as the answers became clearer. “Yes,” she answered in a dazed voice. “It is.” It was the only reaction she could give him as realization dawned on her, showering over her as her gaze shifted upwards; it focused on the busy planet on the other side of the large windows, the sky turning a pleasant rosy orange as the day settled and plans were now in motion.

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khadrimxart · 23 days

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Some more beach art of Leigh Vanukar and Obi-Wan Kenobi. After a celebration on Everra, they find a quiet moment together on the beach in front of where they're staying. They admire the stars together- and get close, far, far too close. <3

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 7 months

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*crashes in like the kool-aid man*

hi ya! would you be interested in sharing some HCs of Ilani x CodyWan 👀?

Looking forward to hearing your ideas! 💙💙

Sev, you're a genius. A genius, I tell you. I'm unwell for these three together, and it's all your fault <3

all HCs below the cut

Ilani x CodyWan

How they met:

Ilani and Obi-Wan were practically creche mates; she’s only a few years older than him, at most, and so they spent a lot of their childhoods together. She was there after Qui-Gon abandoned Obi-Wan on a wartorn planet for a year, being the first one to welcome him home and make sure he was okay. As a youngling, she harbored a crush on Obi-Wan (a mutual attraction); as Padawans, they never did more than kiss, but that was enough at the time. And when the time came, she couldn’t have been prouder of her best friend’s appointment to the Council.

When the war broke out, and they were assigned to separate clone units, they still stayed in touch via comms at least once a week. On joint missions, especially the ones that required a subtler touch, Ilani was often assigned to keep Obi-Wan in check—Obi-Wan, and his clone commander, Cody.

Ilani could tell instantly that there was something between the two of them from the get-go, even before either man was willing to admit it to themselves or each other.

General HCs

At first, she was a little jealous—but one night, a year or more into the war, Cody approached her, his Force signature absolutely shot through with nerves, to ask how best to ask his General about his feelings. He even went so far as to request that she be present for that conversation, since “you know him so well. Better than I do. I want...no, I need your expertise, General.”

She obliged; during that encounter, Obi-Wan looked at her with wide, fearful eyes—fearful not because he was taken aback by Cody’s forwardness, but fearful that his attachment to them both would tear them all apart. Ilani assured him, as did Cody, that he didn’t have to choose between them. He could have them both. It surprised all three of them; but in the end, it was the best decision all three of them could have made.

Cody and Obi-Wan have the stronger bond of the three, but Ilani’s history with Obi keeps them grounded. Her dry wit is a perfect mirror of Cody’s, and they both drive Obi-Wan crazy with their senses of humor.

Often meet under the guise of discussing battle tactics or reviewing the most recent skirmishes for ways to improve. (They fool most people, but their former padawans know better. Not like Anakin can say shit anyways.)

She sometimes forgets that Obi-Wan is a Jedi Master in his own right, and Cody gently reminds her when she attempts to tell her creche mate when he should be more careful, or not put himself in harm’s way, or do anything rash.

NSFW HCs:

Tentative at first. For both Obi-Wan and Ilani, there’s a lot of guilt and repressed desires to work through; Cody is endlessly patient with both of them, even when they aren’t patient with themselves. It’s because of this that Cody often takes the lead in the bedroom. He implements a check-in system, though at some point he realizes he can just tell by looking at them how they are.

Ilani doesn’t always need or want to be involved. She’s perfectly content to lay back and watch Cody and Obi-Wan make love, bringing herself to climax with just her fingers, satisfied enough with experiencing the afterglow in their Force signatures. She also always reaps the benefits of post-sex cuddles.

Her favorite, and Obi-Wan’s too she suspects, is when she sits on Obi-Wan’s face while Cody fucks him. It lets her play with both of her boys: sloppy kisses traded with Cody before she sucks them both off and/or jerks them off simultaneously, both of her hands just big enough to fit around their cocks together.

For their parts, Cody and Obi-Wan both love watching the other pick Ilani apart and put her back together. Cody’s favorite is to bury his face between her legs for hours, just tasting her, making her cum again and again. Obi-Wan, by contrast, discovers early on that he immensely enjoys cockwarming, and Ilani is more than happy to lie there and simply flex around him until he breaks and gives her what she wants.

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emcaro · 1 year

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untitled jedi story | chapter 1

A/N : Here’s the thing…for this whole story to work, there has to be no Satine/Mandalore mission. This is also pre-Phantom Menace and because I don’t like to write with Y/N, the main character is a female OC named Myria Vikar. Just go with me on this because the outline I have written is pretty sweet.

Obi Wan has been my closest companion for as long as I can remember. Even though he is two years older than me, we were brought into the Order at the same time and brought up together. We did everything together; training, sparring, and even meditations. Obi Wan and I were initially paired together for saber practice because, while he favored a mixture of defensive and acrobatic in Ataru and Soresu style, I naturally preferred the offensive wider reverse grip of Shien. This made us the perfect pair to enhance awareness of opponents and adaptation to unexpected combat styles…but, of course, we’re not friends. That would be an attachment and those are strictly forbidden for members of the Jedi. At the very least, Obi Wan would never admit to being attached. He’s been a stickler for the Jedi Code since we memorized it as children. When we were assigned to our masters, Obi Wan almost fainted when he found out he would be training with Qui-Gon Jinn— a notorious rule breaker. Although we were always in close proximity, I never caught on to the strictest interpretation of the Code to which he holds. Thank the Force that my master, Shaak Ti, is of the same inclination. Even now, as we train with our respective masters, we are able to remain together significantly more than we would have thought. Master Jinn and Master Ti work well with each other and are effective in negotiations, so they are often paired for off-world meetings by the Jedi Council. Our last trip together wasn’t too long ago, but Obi Wan and I haven’t had a chance to practice lightsaber skills together in quite some time, so today I am determined to do so.

Reaching out through the Force, I wait to feel the bright yellow Force signature that is my friend, just to make sure he’s somewhere in the Jedi Temple. Sensing him nearby, I decide to check the spot he’s always sure to be near when he’s at the Temple: the meditation gardens. “Perfect,” I think and begin to move in that direction. The gardens are usually empty around this time, so we’ll be able to talk without interruption.

When I pass through the doorway, Obi Wan is first to catch my eye. He’s sitting as he always does; facing the sunset, legs folded under him, eyes closed. This time, though, his brow is furrowed and his shoulders are tense. He must have sensed my arrival because he turns to me, his face immediately lighting up. Moving swiftly past the carefully maintained flora, I meet Obi Wan halfway and promptly become wrapped in his arms. Sensing unease in him I cut the hug short, pulling back to see his face. There’s enough distance between us to be respectable, but not so much that I can’t see in his eyes that there’s something he needs to tell me. “Obi, what is it?” I inquired, using the nickname that always put him at ease. “Master Qui-Gon and I just got our next assignment — we’re being sent to Naboo to protect their queen.” The assignment sounds more like a break from the incessant meeting and negotiations we had recently been sent to, but his tone implies that it was a harrowing ordeal to undertake. “Okay…it seems like it might be a simple trip.” Still sensing his trepidation, I continue, jesting lightly. “What are you so nervous for?” His eyes drop for a moment before meeting mine again. “I—I’m not sure,” he hesitates, “There’s something awry — a disturbance in the Force — but none of the Masters seem to notice. I might just be apprehensive because this is our first time in a war zone. They teach us about it, but you know it won’t be the same once we’re there.”

So, that was it. Obi Wan has always been very sensitive to the Force in situations yet to happen, but this has often made him feel foolish. Especially when the Masters always cautioned him “be wary of visions, Obi Wan. The future is always changing, what you see may never come to pass. You must not let yourself be drawn into imprudence.”

“Have you told Master Qui-Gon what you feel?” I ask.

“Of course I told him! He suggested that I meditate to find clarity.”

“Well…did you find any?”

His shoulders slump in disappointment, “No, but there’s still a thick haze in the Force around this mission and I think I might have finally lost it.”

“Listen to me Obi Wan Kenobi and listen well,” I demanded, “You have not lost your mind. Trust your sensitivity to the Force and don’t you dare let anyone take away your assurance in that.”

“Myria, please.”

“No. You are a capable Jedi and I won’t hear of you believing anything less!”

He takes my hand gently, looking into my eyes through the intensity held in them. “Thank you,” he whispers, just forceful enough to get my attention without hiding the tenderness in his voice, “for knowing that I’m not a fool and reminding me of that fact when I forget.” Taking a deep breath, I nod in an attempt to calm down. “Anytime.”

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The sun has long since set on Coruscant, but it’s hardly noticeable. The night has come alive just outside the grounds of the Jedi Temple and the lights of the city cast a golden glow over the main area of Obi Wan’s living quarters. As this is one of the few times we are at the Temple at the same time and not pulled into obligatory meetings or functions, Obi Wan suggested that we spend the evening together. Shortly after dinner, we find ourselves reverting back to routines from the years we spent as classmates. Obi researching one of his hobbies with me curled at the other end of the small couch reading on our respective holopads.

Pausing as a thought captures my attention, I put down my holopad. Obi Wan catches the movement out of the corner of his eye and puts his down as well. “When do you and Master Qui-Gon leave for Naboo?” I ask. He pauses, seemingly forgetting in our time together that he and his teacher had been appointed to an off-world mission. “We’re supposed to leave first thing in the morning, but you know how he is, always ready to move as we ought and never as we naught…whatever that means. Why?” It takes almost eight full standard days to reach Naboo, plus however long they are needed to stay there. I can already feel a pit begin to form in my stomach. “You’re still going to call, right? I mean, when you can. Definitely don’t put the queen of Naboo at risk for a phone call to catch up with me. That would be ridiculous,” I ramble. “Yes,” he says affectionately, “I’m still going to call you every time something important happens.” Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, I feel the concern blow away like a gentle breeze through my mind. With that matter settled, we contently return to our previous activities. Soon after, my eyes begin to droop alerting me that it’s time to return to my quarters for the night. Obi Wan and I say our farewells, knowing this will be the last time we see each other before he is off to Naboo. Before I can make it to the door, he calls my name and wraps me in a strong hug for the second time today. I take the opportunity to breathe in the scent of warm amber and sage that is so unmistakably Obi Wan. When he lets me go, I immediately miss the comfort of his arms but quickly remember that Jedi are not to have attachments, which this is becoming dangerously close to.

“Goodnight, Obi. Travel safely and try not to push Master Qui-Gon toward insanity.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he laughs. “Goodnight, Myria.”

As I walk the short path to my quarters, I think maybe this assignment to Naboo will be good for all of us. I could use some time to recenter and focus on entertaining no attachments and Obi Wan could use this time to learn about Master Qui-Gon. He sometimes does things through alternative strategies, but he’s a good teacher. Maybe they’ll return with a stronger bond with each other. Maybe for once Obi Wan’s inklings of things in the Force will just be his apprehension and not a forewarning of things to come.

part two

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shierak-inavva · 1 year

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i'll always find you, again and again and i'll lose you every time but my love, i will hold you close to me 'til you fade from my arms peacefully

#my ocs #erii astrius #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Obi-wan X oc #the grandparents kenobi #just a little smooch before bed #i haven't drawn anything in a bit here and i haven't drawn them in a minute #fun fact the song i had on repeat is track 66 on my spotify list so that's Very Fun #i miss doodling them together so i might have to fix that soon

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where-fantasy-meets-reality · 4 months

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"We're Not Promised Tomorrow." Chapter 20 "...How Do I Say I'm Sorry?"

Pairing: Obi-Wan x Fem. OC

W/C: 5.2 K

Warnings: lots of angst, injuries, fighting, high emotions, blood, panic, stress.

A/N: Happy New Year everyone. I hope the holidays were good to you all and if you do not celebrate then I hope the season was filled with lots of joy, laughter, and good vibes. The angst train continues in the chapter but this is its last stop (for now evil smile) after this chapter, the fit will turn a coroner into one of my favorite parts of this whole fic. If you have made it this far, I appreciate you sticking with it. Thank you all for any support that you give and happy reading.

Masterlist can be found here.

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Emily had cleaned her whole apartment, sterilized everything, and had thrown away Obi-Wan's torn and bloody tunic.

She placed his boots next to her tea table, folded his pants, belt and gathered his lightsaber, placing them on one of the sitting chairs in her living room

It was late; by her recollection, it had to have been at least a half hour after midnight. She was exhausted and emotionally drained. The dull throb in her head seemed to match the pain in her soul.

The 7 P.M sparring session felt like it was a lifetime ago but it had been only hours since the incident.

She had checked on Obi and he was sleeping soundly. He didn’t have a fever anymore and she had used the Force to again assess his injuries. His nose was almost completely healed and his insides were improving. Thank the Maker for Bacta.

Emily had changed her clothes when she had stopped by her room. She changed into her clean black sparring pants and a white short-sleeved top and laid down on the couch in the darkness of her apartment; the only light that came in came from the floor-to-ceiling windows that brought the chaotic, outside world of Coruscant inside in her sanctuary.

The fight that happened earlier in the evening seemed like forever ago...but the ache in her heart was as strong as it was the minute Sorv had entered the Arena and challenged Obi. Rolling over, she buried her face in the pillow and pulled her blanket up over her head, creating a cocoon of safety. She wanted to kick down the door of her bedroom and run to him. To throw her arms around him and break down all over again. To be completely vulnerable with her person was something she needed right now, even if she was royally pissed at her person.

She was so happy that he was alive and going to be okay. Yet, She also wanted to scream at him and tell him what an inconsiderate jerk he had been. Additionally, he acted like a complete macho, overprotective, stubborn male peacock who needed to strut his stuff to prove a point.

Attempting to sort through her emotions and control them (like a good Jedi) she allowed her mind to wander as she rolled back over and stared at the scenery outside of her wall of glass. The lights twinkled on the buildings and spreaders raced in all directions; it was truly the planet that never slept.

“Maybe he was right. Maybe Jedi aren’t supposed to have personal relationships. It’s not like we have training with how to handle ourselves with our own emotions....let alone other people's emotions.”

She drifted off to sleep as her stomach twisted itself in knots.

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Emily could feel distress around her. It was bearing down on her as if it was trying to suffocate and swallow her. She had become hot and sweating. Restless from tossing and turning, as if she was trying to fight whatever was bearing down on her; It was as if her body was trying to burn itself from the inside out.

The feeling of sweating and burning woke her up, causing her to sit upright and gasping for air, fighting the suffocation. For as hot as she had been in the dream, when she woke up, the apartment air was cool and the mood peaceful. Assessing herself, she wasn’t even warm or that sweaty... nothing like what she felt while asleep. She looked around confused.

Her t-shirt and pants were dry, with no sweat or liquid present.

She extended herself through the Force, still confused. Had it just been a dream or a vision?

No, the source of heat and stress was coming from the apartment; that was shown to her through the Force. She could feel the pull of heat and an oppressive weight centering around her.

She tried to follow its weight to the source, her eyes darting around her quiet apartment. When her eyes landed on her bedroom door, it felt as if her head were on fire.

“OBI-WAN!” She gasped in a panic.

She vaulted off the couch and sprinted the short distance into her room, practically breaking the door open with the speed and weight she hit it with.

She burst into the doorway and found him in a pool of sweat and fidgeting in his sleep.

“No, no, no, no, no, I thought we were past this!” She hissed as she ran to him and ripped the covers off of him.

Turning, she ran out of the room to her refresher and grabbed two big towels and a small one. She turned on the faucets and soaked them in cold water. Emily ran back to her and placed the cold towels along his body.

She laid the compress on his forehead, dabbing at the sweat, and then sprinted to the galley-style kitchen to grab some ice and more towels.

Making two makeshift ice packs, she placed one on top of the forehead compress and the other by his side, the two main sources of heat.

She was already tired and worn out and didn’t know how much use she was going to be so the ice and cold compresses would help her bring down his fever naturally, buying her more time and wiggle room.

Kneeling, she placed her hands on his chest and stomach and started commanding the Force to flow through her.

She visualized everything she loved about him. His smile, those amazing blue eyes that gleamed like the oceans on Naboo, his wit and his corny jokes...how he was always a gentleman; usually so full of care, love and gentleness. The way he silently cared so much about his friends. What a great Jedi he was; centered, balanced, and brave.

Oh, how much she loved him; If love was tangible. She visualized the fever being cooled from his body, visualized her mending his muscles and tissue, healing him.

She had sat there and commanded continuous use of the Force for hours and hours. She would not give up on him despite how she felt about him at the moment. She had loved him her whole life, she would die trying to save him if she had to.

Emily felt like she was losing her grasp on reality. She had never healed someone for this extended amount of time. She was becoming woozy and she felt like her energy was draining itself from her body.

She was unaware of his state as her head slumped forward and she passed out.

The sunlight was coming through the blinds as it peaked into the bedroom apartment.

Emily had passed out on the floor, her head still resting on the side of the bed, hands still on his stomach and chest. The cold, wet towels had pruned her skin and made her shiver.

There was a faint beeping noise that was bothering her, causing her to wake up.

It wasn’t coming from the bedroom, it sounded from somewhere else in the apartment.

She was too tired to move. Maybe if she ignored it would stop? Then she could just go back to sleep.

After two minutes of continuous buzzing and beeping she begrudgingly got up and stumbled into her living room.

The sound was coming from Obi-Wan’s pants.

She sleepily fumbled with them until she found a comlink in his pants pocket.

“Master Kenobi’s Comlink.” She said groggily.

“Who is this?” The voice on the other end sounded.... hostile... accusing and even a bit...stunned... as if they weren’t expecting her to answer; which in fairness to them, they weren't.

Their tone caused her to become more alert.

“Who is this? You called this line?” She didn’t want to give anything away that she didn’t have to.

“This is Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, his mission partner... Now I ask again, who are you?”

She relaxed.

“Hi Anakin, sorry for the guessing games, it’s Master Marblu.”

There was a pause; he didn’t answer right away.

“Hi, Emily.” He sounded lighter, more smug sounding. She pictured that stupid, self-satisfied smile she was probably wearing.

“Is Obi-Wan there? He was supposed to meet us at the hangar for a mission this morning, and he’s late….very late. Considering he's never late for anything, I knew something had to be up.”

Someone was giggling in the background…Emily listened harder...yes it was definitely a girl giggling.

“I don’t think he’s gonna make it to the mission today, Anakin. He was in an accident last night in the Arena. We were sparring and he did something stupid and he’s pretty injured. He’s sleeping right now and he couldn’t move if he wanted to.”

“Is he alright?!” Anakin's tone had changed quickly from amusement to worry.

“He is fine now. He was worse last night. Like I said, he’s sleeping and his injuries are healing for the most part. I patched him up last night, I have a med kit in my apartment. Are you able to do the mission without him? I could step in if you need me to.”

She didn’t want them to worry about him if she could get him on the mend and keep him there. She additionally didn’t want to leave him alone in her apartment in that condition, but she didn’t want his team stranded either. Maybe Xira could babysit him while she was gone if she had to?

“No, that's okay Emily, but thank you. You just take care of him for us while we’re gone. We’ll be back tomorrow afternoon and we’ll check in on him. Keep me posted if you need anything, I’m always here.”

“Thanks Anakin. I’ll keep you posted and he’s in good hands, I promise I’ll take good care of him.”

“Well now, don’t take care of him too well if you know what I mean, he’ll become spoiled.”

Now he and the female voice were laughing. What were they insinuating?

“Bye Anakin and Ashoka.” She spoke in a sing-song, teasing tone. She had a hunch of what they were getting at despite them supposedly being in the dark.

“Bye Emily.” He teased her back.

The comlink disconnected.

Well there was no going back to sleep after that, she was awake now for sure.

She noticed that the chronometer in the bedroom read 8:30 A.M. as she took the towels off of him and put them in the hamper in the refresher. His bandages would need to be changed again but she didn’t want to wake him up just for that yet, it could wait a while longer.

She made herself a cup of cinnamon tea but kept the pot boiling; he’d be awake soon and knew how he'd love a cup.

She had a blend that she had gotten from another healer in the Medical Wing that was specifically designed to help speed up the healing process as it was loaded with special vitamins and herbs.

She was sitting on her couch reading the morning news on her datapad when she heard the bed shift and squeak in her room.

“He would try to get up by himself.” She huffed irritatedly, rising to her feet.

“Nope; lay back down.” She commanded as she briskly walked back into her room.

He ignored her.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and gingerly forced him back on the pillows.

“There’s nothing you need that I can’t get for you.” She told him, sitting down on the side of the bed as she helped him settle himself.

He made a grumpy "hmph" sound as he fumbled with the covers.

“How are you feeling?” She asked, touching his forehead. His skin felt the coolest it had since the event.

She took his face in her hands and titled it slightly in different directions to examine his nose. “Your nose has healed and isn’t broken anymore, so that’s good.”

He sighed as he surrendered to her fussing.

“I’m fine, I just wanted to get up and stretch... you don’t have to help me. I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“No, you need to stay put.”

He put his head back on the pillow and huffed in annoyance again. If she hadn't been so angry with him from the night before, she would be amused with all the huffing he was doing. Like an annoyed Bantha calf who was being smothered by his mother.

His groggy voice brought her out of her daydream of a little Bantha calf taking a temper tantrum. “What was the horrid beeping noise this morning?”

As soon as he asked the question, a wave of recognition washed over him causing him to jolt forward and grab her hand despite the dull ache of pain in his side.

“THE COMLINK! I’M LATE FOR A MISSION!” He tried to use her as leverage to get out of the bed but she stopped him.

“Easy killer, easy. They already called looking for you and I sent them off without you, you need your rest, plus you couldn’t go in this condition if you wanted to.”

He formed the same irritated expression that was on his face during their fight last night.

“You answered my comlink? What was your excuse for having it? Where was I? What did you tell them? And that wasn't your call to make...”

“Slow down and calm down. First off, I told Anakin that you were hurt because you did something very stupid in the Arena last night, which you did, and that you were too injured to show up today. I told him I had to take you back to my apartment to heal you and I was letting you sleep. And guess what, like the independent, big boy he is, Anakin wished you well and went on his mission with Ahsoka and the troops. I told him enough of the truth and surprisingly well it works well...when people listen.” She smiled a sarcastic smile.

He rolled his eyes and looked away from her. “He has a big mouth, he probably found it amusing that you answered and now he won’t be able to keep his mouth shut about it; fantastic.”

“Mmmmm I disagree. He was amused, that’s for sure but I think you're making a bigger deal out of it than he did. Nothing incriminating happened last night, for once, and we can honestly abide by that story if we have to. Someone’s bound to notice the damage in the Arena and the trail of blood that you dripped from the Arena to my apartment. ” She folded her arms across her chest.

He shook his head and chose to move on and drop it. He was tired, sore, and still angry about the previous evening. Yet, one fight with Emily was enough for a lifetime, never mind two in less than 24 hours. As angry as he was, he didn't want to fight with her again if he could help it.

His hands felt the sheets on the bed that were still cold and wet.

Changing the subject, she scoffed at the annoyance of damp, cold sheets. “Why is the bed all wet and cold?”

“You were running a very high fever at various points in the night. I grabbed a bunch of towels and ice packs and threw them on you... I sat down to heal you and further bring it down too. Last I remember it was about 4 in the morning and I was blacking out from exhaustion.”

There was no emotion in her words. They were blank and matter-of-fact. Like he was just another patient again. She had kept up that demeanor since last night. Obi-Wan knew what she was doing; she was detaching herself from her emotions to not fight with him either.

His eyes snapped to hers, “You had to heal me again?….." His mind started racing as he was now fully processing her words. You were able to hold out for that long after everything that happened last night? For almost two hours?” Unlike her, his expression and voice was full of emotion as he was starting to understand what it means when someone loves you.

“Yup.” Short, sweet, and to the point was still her preferred method of speaking to him.

Before he could say anything else she got up from the bed. “I want you to drink a cup of tea, it's a special health blend from a friend who’s a healer and will help you get better quicker, so no arguments. We can't have you hanging around in this bed forever." She spoke to him from over her shoulder as she left the room.

Leaning back against his pillow, he let out a long deep breath and blinked rapidly; he was misty-eyed. That’s three times now in 24 hours she saved his life or sacrificed herself or her well-being for him.

While he was still being a total jerk....an ass....completely terrible to her. Even though he could tell that she was insanely angry at him, she had done everything to save his life. He knew she still felt this way, if he extended himself, he could feel it in their bond and her in her Force signature.

“Because that’s what you do when you love someone you fool. You stand by them and take care of them through thick and thin....even when they do not deserve it." He stared at the ceiling.

Alright, enough now Kenobi. Be a man, when she comes back you need to use your words. You are always preaching to Anakin about patience, humility, and using your words. It's time to listen to your own teachings matter how difficult it is." ” He spoke to himself, self-loathing brimming. However, this new experience did give him a new perspective on Anakin's Padawan years.

Emily came back shortly after his thoughts had settled with a steaming mug of the ruby-colored tea. “Drink.” She commanded as she handed it to him.

Normally, he liked tea and this one was very pleasing. Fruity, with a hint of spice; very flavorful. He took two large sips and could feel the warmness spreading through his body. It tingled as it flowed through him.

He closed his eyes, relishing in the relief it brought.

“Wow, this stuff really works...I can feel it going through me, and I've only had two sips...”

“Keep going; finish the whole thing.” It was a pointed order from her.

He wanted to talk to her instead of focusing on the tea, that was more important to him. But if he knew her, she wouldn’t let him do anything until the cup was finished.

He took the rest of it in large gulps that burned his throat, but he didn’t care.

He placed the mug on her bedside table. Rising slightly and shifting his position to be more at eye level with her, he took her hands in his.

His touch caught her by surprise; and threatened to make her crack; allowing all the emotions she had been holding back to burst. She was still angry at him, figuring her curtness had communicated that. She had stuffed all of her emotions down and was being a “good Jedi.”

That is until he touched her and he looked at her with those eyes that made her heart stop beating, reminding her of a calm ocean after a rocky storm.

She tried to pull away from him, but he put up a gentle resistance, keeping her in place.

“Please. Don’t run from me.” Obi-Wan whispered to her. His glossy blue eyes looked at her seriously.

She could see the sadness in them and could feel it in his Force signature. His voice was soft and quiet as if he was afraid to use it.

“What is it? I'm sure whatever it is, it can wait, you need your rest.” Her voice was raspy and throaty. She shifted her eyes to his hands, if she looked at his face instead with those beautiful eyes, she was going to become emotional again and she was tired of crying. The rollercoaster of emotions had taken its toll on her.

Yet Obi-wan held fast. He moved so that he held both her hands in one of his, and used his other hand to lift her chin, ever so gently, so that their eyes met. “I owe you the biggest apology. Emily…you saved my life three times yesterday, and if you hadn’t done it the first time, then you wouldn’t have been able to do it the other two times. I was able to have that fight with you because you saved my life, and I chose to take the path of frustration, arrogance, and anger in the moments when I should have been thanking you and telling you how grateful I am to you; because I am grateful. I am so incredibly grateful...Throughout his childhood, I was always there for Anakin, but no one was there for me in that way....he was like Padawan, kid brother and son all mixed into one. I didn't know someone could love me that deeply to you...My Darling; sometimes I can't believe that someone loves me enough, let alone that you are that someone...that you love me enough to fight back for me like that, to push yourself to your brink more than once, for me.”

Her lip started to quiver.

"I love you more than anything...but please, you have to understand why I am so angry with you....even if I shouldn't be. Please tell me you understand how you have not made yourself a target of that sick and vile human....the thought of him makes my skin crawl and my blood boil...I almost can't bear it..."

His eyes bore into hers as he gripped her hands tighter. "why Em? Why did you do that? He's going to harass and toy with you every opportunity he gets... His focus was on me and I was trying to keep it there..."

Emily’s eyes were watering. “......He was hurting you….” The tears started falling rapidly as her breath came out erratic gasps.

That was it. It sounded so basic, so simple; but it was no less true. She would never let anyone hurt him if she could help it. It didn't matter that it was someone who was once a friend and fellow Jedi, but had now become a borderline vindictive and manipulative psychopath.

Obi-Wan softened. He couldn't stand to see her cry, and she had been doing so much of that lately.

Leaning forward, he used his thumb to wipe away every tear that fell from her warm and gentle chocolate eyes.

As she attempted to control her breathing, He gave her that half-smile he was famous for.

“It seems as if someone is as protective of me as I am of them.”

They chuckled together while he now held her face in his hands. His thumbs continued to dry her tears...the lightsaber-worn pads of his thumbs rubbed themselves soothingly into her skin.

“Emily, the thought of leaving you alone in life makes me worried sick. If I had died, my last thoughts would have been about you. How much I love you and how sick with regret and worry I would be that now I can’t be there for you, that you would have been at his mercy in that moment ... I know what I did was wrong, I should have listened to you and denied his challenge.....Yet I don’t regret fighting him, he needs to be stopped and I wanted it to be me who did it. I’m sorry, I’m still angry about what happened. I don’t like what you did. Just as you had to witness your fears last night, one of mine is not being able to protect you; it’s who I am and I won't apologize for it. Now that you stepped in, you technically have to fight him to finish the challenge. He’s not going to forget about that.”

“I’m still upset too. If you hadn’t accepted then none of this would have happened. I told you to just walk away, and everything would have been fine. I understand why you’re upset, that you don’t want me to fight him because he’s unstable, but I couldn’t let him hurt you, I just couldn't, I snapped. I’m sorry, I was scared and angry. Then when you started yelling at me, between what Sorv did, Mual's visions, and what I saw during the fight, I just lashed out at you in anger, I said things I shouldn’t have and I’m sorry.”

She removed his hands from her face and held them.

Obi-Wan returned the jester, holding her hands lovingly. “Then let's agree to disagree because we aren’t going to get anywhere; we were both right and we were both wrong it sounds like. We had our reasons for the way we reacted. To be perfectly honest, I can’t fight with you. It hurts me too much and it’s a waste of time because it’s not going to solve or change anything. Not only that, we’re allowing him to come between us, and I won’t allow that, not him. If we’re going to fight then let it be about something better than him. I’m sorry I was horrible and rude. Thank you so much for being there for me. My Dear, I love you. If this situation comes up again, I pray I’m around. I’ll let you do what you feel you have to do when the time comes because I do know you can handle yourself, but I will step in and end it if I have to; I’m done with his games.”

She leaned forward and gently hugged him, mindful of his side. Her head was buried in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned back so that they were resting on the pillows.

“Obi-Wan there isn’t anything you can’t protect me from. You’ve never failed me. The reason you failed last night was because you fought fair and he didn’t. You aren't a monster like he is and I don’t know if you ever could be, but that’s why I love you and not him. I don’t want you to be a monster. Yes, I agree. We did what we did, it is what it is and we have our reasons. If he comes back looking for another round, we’ll go from there. But honestly, I don’t know if I even accept his challenge, it’s not worth it. He’s not right in his mind; I’d rather involve the council sooner rather than later.”

She couldn’t see his face, she was still buried in him. He raised his eyes to the heavens and thanked the Force she didn’t feel the need to go after Sorv. He wouldn't stop her from accepting his challenge, because that would be the double standard that they argued about, but he’d absolutely go with her to the challenge. Knowing that she would have to fight that madman made him want to turn into a monster if it meant protecting her.

He placed a loving kiss into her hair. “We’ll go from here if it ever comes up again. We seem to have an understanding. For now, let's move on. My time with you is more precious and important than to waste it arguing about him and his foul games. I love you, I will always protect you, and stand by you. Always.”

She lifted her head and kissed his lips. “Why do you get to have the big mushy lines that quell my anger and suddenly I’m in love with you all over again?” She was smiling.

“Ah, because that’s just it My Love. I’m a stupid fool who is hopelessly and uncontrollably in love with you. And unfortunately for you, My Dear, you happen to love this fool back. I mean...I’m irresistibly handsome and charming so you have no shot of resisting me and I get infinite chances at making you smile again.” He teased her.

He closed the distance and attempted to kiss her but she was laughing. He still kissed her anyway.

Emily giggled, turning into his advances, and easily found his lips.

“I don’t know about infinite chances but you might be onto something with the charming and handsome part. And you're right. I do love you back. Sometimes I’m scared at how much I love you back and maybe it’s okay that you know that.” His beard tickled her as snuggled back into him.

He held her close and rested his forehead against hers. The day had started with them being miles apart from one another even though they were under the same roof. Now, the distance was gone and their hearts were whole.

They lay there for the morning, drifting in and out of sleep, content to be next to one another.

By early afternoon she had changed his bandages. She ran to his apartment and grabbed him a new, clean tunic. They changed and dressed and went to speak to the Jedi Council.

They gave their somewhat altered, slightly rehearsed statement of the story together, to Council. Rehearsed and altered only in the sense that they left out their argument and this morning's words of love; everything else was as exactly as it happened.

After they were dismissed, Jedi Master Sorv Deprov was escorted by two temple guards into the Jedi Council Chamber. Normally Obi-Wan sat on the council but given that he was involved in this matter, he was not allowed to sit as an active council member during Sorv’s questioning.

Master Derprov neither accepted or rebutted the charges against him as Master Windu repeated the accusations and Master Yoda questioned him for his side of the story..

When the council spoke to him, the Jedi master in question simply just stared back at them, blankly; void of all emotion.

Luckily for Emily and Obi-Wan, their story matched up with the cracks in the Arena wall and the pool of blood on the ground, because Sorv, mysteriously, had not a scratch on him.

Given the fact that Sorv made no effort to defend himself or add any input to the story, and given his reputation for struggling with aggression, the Council unanimously ruled in Obi-Wan and Emily’s favor.

Sorv was suspended from the field until further notice, temporarily stripped of his clone regiment until his sentence was served, and was confined to the Temple and its grounds. Additionally, he had to engage in group meditation with Master Yoda three times a week to gain control of his anger and emotions.

“I accept my sentence.” Was the only thing Sorv said during his questioning, the empty stair plastered to his face. His eyes were hollow, void of emotion…Master Yoda thought that even rage would be acceptable…normal for the master even…but emptiness ... the elder Jedi found that even more concerning.

“A closer eye I will keep on him, during the meditations, I will.” Yoda thought to himself as he watched the suspicious Jedi be escorted out of the chamber.

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linasofia · 2 years

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Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x OC Eliise

Fandom: Star Wars

Summary: Obi-Wan travels to Alderaan for a diplomatic meeting but on the way he meets someone he could not have foreseen.

Words: 4,1K

Warnings: 18+

A/N: My first attempt to write for this fandom. This fic is vaguely inspired by the new Obi-Wan Kenobi series and takes place approximately ten years after the massacre that followed Order 66.

Thanks @legolasbadass & @lathalea for your support! 💙💙

The old cargo ship slowly made its way down to the landing dock and Obi-Wan grasped the handle on his seat harder. It had been a very long time since he last set foot on Alderaan, or anywhere except the endless sandy landscape of Tatooine. Hiding from the never-resting evil, in the harsh world of the Outer Rim, had made him a suspicious man. Over time he lost contact with the Force and struggled to accept that the life of the Jedi was no longer his. He was lonely, trusted nobody, and very rarely visited one of the few friends from the past who knew he was still alive. Drawing attention to himself was not something he wanted and he knew he took a risk every time he left the relatively safe hiding place out in the desert. But when Bail Organa unexpectedly pleaded for his help in a complicated and highly sensitive matter, Obi-Wan found it impossible to reject him. Deep down, he knew that he could not hide from his destiny. Dressed in worn clothes, and with the only weapon he owned hidden underneath, he boarded the cargo ship, which would take him to his destination.

Alderaan was just as beautiful as he remembered. Its snowy peaks and green forests, together with the great Cloudshape Falls, could all be seen clearly from the sky. When Obi-Wan finally stood on the ground and breathed the fresh and almost crispy air, so very different from the warm desert air his lungs had grown used to, he felt a small tingle in the skin on his face. He did not remove his large hood—it provided him shelter from curious eyes—before he started the long walk from the dock to the Royal Palace. He didn’t want to be seen more than necessary so he avoided the usual and more formal way of arriving at the Mountain Palace.

The path Obi-Wan chose led him along the outline of the forest and over open fields. Alderaan's sun moved gracefully over the sky as he walked and when the shadows grew longer and the light became more golden, he finally saw the city of Aldera and the Royal Palace. An unwelcome wave of insecurity washed over him. He was not the strong Jedi he used to be. When Bail reached out to him, Obi-Wan had tried to explain that, but his old friend wanted him to come nevertheless. With the sun hanging low over the palace, its towers and spires sparkled like rare stones coming from deep within the snow-capped mountains towering behind the palace.

Obi-Wan looked at the vast expanse of the lake in front of him. The Palace and part of the city overlooked its blue waters and he would have to walk around the lake since no transport could be seen. What he would give for a bath or shower right now. The water was glittering and appeared almost turquoise when it reflected the sky. A memory stirred in him, something about the lake being very deep and not as warm as it was easy to believe. He smiled to himself; Queen Breha had told him that many years ago, when he first came to visit Alderaan. It felt like a lifetime ago. Back then, time had not yet created small valleys around his eyes, and his hairline had not begun to move higher on his forehead. Obi-Wan was not vain, he was still too much of a Jedi for that; it was just an impartial reflection on the passage of time. Lost in old memories, his feet carried him almost to the shore of the lake before he noticed that another person was kneeling by the water. A woman, dark-haired, with her hair braided and wrapped around her head into a crown, was washing her hands in the clear water. Next to her lay a large bouquet of starflowers. She had not seen him yet and for a second he thought about leaving unseen, but as he took another step, a branch broke under his weight. The sound made the woman turn to him. At first, he could read fear in her eyes and she had every right to think the worst of him. He knew he was not very presentable-looking in his worn clothes, with an unkempt beard and dirty hands. He held up his hands in a gesture he hoped signaled that he had no foul intentions, showing the traces of his long journey.

”I’m sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I just need to wash my hands and face.”

She gave him a careful smile, held her guard up, but nodded. It made sense.

”It’s ok. I was lost in my own thoughts; it’s not your fault I didn’t hear you coming this way.”

Obi-Wan kneeled beside her, keeping a respectful distance. The water was indeed colder than it looked, but it felt heavenly as he patted his face with his wet palms. He could feel the woman watching him.

”It would be easier to clean your face if you removed your hood,” she said with a small laugh in her voice. Apparently, she had decided that he was no threat to her. He considered her words. She was right of course and he really needed to freshen up a little before he met his hosts. With two hands he grabbed the hood and pulled it back. Then he lowered his hands to the water, formed them into a bowl and splashed the cold water over his face. He gave a pleased sigh. Another splash of water on his neck and it ran in a chilling stream down under his tunic. He continued to clean himself up as much as he could and when done, he stretched his back and stood up. So did she.

The woman met his gaze and when she looked back at him he could swear he felt the ground move under him. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were of a rare blue color, the same color as the starflowers she held in her hand. She looked at him with interest, like she was mapping his face in her memory, and for a second she glanced at his lips, before she averted her eyes with a shy smile. For the first time in ages, Obi-Wan struggled to find words. He wanted to compliment her, but had no words for it. So instead he asked for the only thing he could think of: her name.

”Eliise.” When she spoke, she met his gaze again and Obi-Wan felt the overwhelming feeling of helplessness, for the gravity in her eyes was beyond anything he had experienced before. As a Master Jedi, he had never allowed himself to indulge in any activity that could make him lose focus on the path he had taken, but now, as he stared into the depth of Eliise’s starflower-colored eyes, he felt something.

”Eliise,” he repeated and her name felt strangely right when it rolled off his tongue. She smiled innocently at him but Obi-Wan did not miss the way her eyes shifted slightly when he said her name.

”You are not from here, if I'm not mistaken?”

”No, I’m not. I’m only here for a short visit at… a friend’s place.” Obi-Wan stopped himself before he said too much. He just met the woman, there was no need to tell her that he was a personal guest of Bail Organa, highly respected senator of Alderaan and his wife, Queen Breha.

”I see,” she said with a badly hidden disappointed look in her expressive eyes. Then, as though a thought just appeared in her mind, she gave him a faint smile again. ”Aldera is my home, it’s all I have ever known. I have never traveled beyond our borders. I am a free woman, but the right opportunity has never appeared.”

Obi-Wan thought he saw a hint of sadness in her eyes. Maybe it was the thought of missed opportunities, lost moments of adventures or the feeling of being stuck in the same place that clouded her eyes for a second. ”I’m sorry, I talk too much,” she then added and Obi-Wan wondered what she really wanted to say. He thought of walking away, to ignore the unfamiliar feeling that spread in his chest and the increasing drumming of his heart, but he found himself unable to turn his back on her.

”Perhaps you want some company on the way back, may I escort you?” he offered with what he hoped was a comforting smile. ”It is my humble opinion that you don’t talk too much. In fact, I would like to hear more, if the thought doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”

She smiled warmly back at him. ”I will gladly accept your company.”

The road gradually changed the closer they came to the palace and nature gave room to the city of Aldera. Eliise talked about her life in the city, about places she liked, where one could find the best meals, for a reasonable payment, and where art and music could be enjoyed. It did not take long before her hand brushed repeatedly against his as they walked closer to each other. It was an innocent touch but he sensed there was something else in the air, something unspoken happened as they continued their unhurried walk. Obi-Wan spoke very little about himself, skillfully steered her away from any personal subjects and answered only questions regarding his thoughts and taste in different things. He liked her soft feminine voice, its melody was charming and he wanted the conversation to last longer when she suddenly stopped outside a small two-floored house. She nodded at the house. ”This is where I live, on the second floor. The old man I rent from is a kind man and for a few extra credits, he asks no questions about my personal life.” She lowered her voice to a whisper as she leaned closer to him. ”You have not even told me your name, but here I am, ready to invite you to my home. I have never done this before, please tell me that I’m crazy, but something about you makes me feel so relaxed and yet so… curious.”

Her eyes, this time filled with a longing he was not sure he could live up to, made him hesitate. Speechless, he looked back at her, her directness came as a surprise and once again he was unable to find the right words. She shifted and waited while the inner struggle tore Obi-Wan between wanting to follow her inside and the fear of doing something he, or both of them, would regret later. There was no doubt in her eyes, no room for misunderstanding. He briefly thought about the meeting he was supposed to attend the following day, as an adviser in a very sensitive situation. He knew that Bail would not be at his disposal on this particular evening, for the senator told him so during their last contact. It mattered little if he arrived later that night, as long as he was in place for breakfast. An embarrassed look fell over Eliise’s face. ”I’m sorry, I assumed too much.” She took a step to the side and Obi-Wan could see how she inhaled deeply. ”Thank you for your company. I wish you a pleasant stay in Aldera.” Her voice sounded weirdly neutral and the change in her body language finally caused him to react.

“You can call me Ben,” he said softly, but without making a move to stop her.

She watched him for a moment, like she was weighing his words and the meaning of them on a scale. He could tell that his own insecurity made her hesitate. She probably thought he was only mildly interested in her, but Obi-Wan's problem lay not in his level of interest. The lost connection with the Force had made him doubt himself in all the ways a man possibly can. Intimcity was never something he thought about, but now, as Eliise looked at him with a new hope in her beautiful eyes, he felt both tempted and frightened.

”Ben,” she tried his name. ”Would you like to come inside? I have refreshments, and fruit if you want.” Obi-Wan swallowed hard. What she offered sounded innocent but the afternoon sun made her skin glow and he caught himself thinking of how it would feel to run his fingertips over her cheek. He nodded slowly.

Eliise’s home was small but pretty, just like the woman living there. The feminine touch in tiny details made the place very personal. She liked the color blue, Obi-Wan noticed as he looked around the main room. A tray with cold drinks stood on a small table and she lifted a glass and offered him one. He was thirsty and drank greedily. Before he could put the glass back on the tray, she took the glass from him, her fingers gently caressing his as they met. ”Thank you,” he mumbled, unable to think of anything but her sensual lips as she put her own glass to her mouth and drank. As she swallowed the cold drink in a series of small sips, he watched her throat’s movements. Heat spread in the lower parts of his body at the sight of her drinking and he briefly questioned if what he felt was normal. He was, of course, well aware of the strong attraction two people could build, and he was not inexperienced in the matter. His doubts were only directed to his own abilities, it had been a long time since he touched a woman. Too long, he thought as she took a step closer to him.

Her lips were soft against his, she tasted sweet, like newly collected berries, and when she finally ran her small hands through the hair on his neck, he wrapped his arms around her. It made her moan softly against his lips and she deepened the kiss. Her tongue met his and when her body asked him to dance, he followed her blindly. Lost in his lust for her, he didn’t protest when she unclasped his cloak. It fell to the floor and revealed his tunic, and the belt where his only protection was attached. Too late he realized that she instantly recognized the item. Eliise stared at him in disbelief. ”Have I invited a Jedi, or maybe a Bounty Hunter with a taste for robbing his objects, to my bed?”

Obi-Wan looked back at her, she demanded the truth but there was no judgement in her eyes. He sighed. ”I’m no Bounty Hunter.”

Her eyes widened. ”I can’t believe it. We are always told that the Jedis are almost extinct.”

”Almost,” Obi-Wan echoed.

Eliise pressed herself tightly against him again. ”It makes no difference for me. I still want you to be here.” Her smile was genuine and inviting and Obi-Wan covered her lips with his. It didn’t matter that she knew, he could not turn back now. Her dress joined his cloak on the floor and the sight of her naked body made him groan quietly. Her skin had been kissed by the sun on many occasions and her body looked stronger than he had expected. With trembling hands he started to remove his belt and the tunic. When he came to his trousers, he hesitated. As though Eliise could sense it, she placed her hand over his and squeezed it. The heat from her body transferred to him and with gentle hands she helped him out of his last piece of clothes. Then she took his hand and led him to her bed. When she pulled him down with her on the soft pillows, he marveled at how comfortable she made him feel, but the feeling of self-doubt simultaneously spread rapidly in his body.

”Eliise.” Obi-Wan whispered, like he was afraid to scare her away. He felt so strong and weak at the same time and he needed to speak his mind. ”I…I’m not the man I once was. I’m not sure I can give you what you desire.”

She gave him a reassuring smile. ”Are you trying to tell me it’s been a while?”

”A very long time,” he answered honestly. ”Please, don’t expect too much from me. I am nothing but a simple man.” He avoided her gaze in a sudden feeling of embarrassment.

”Ben,” she said softly and with a hand on his bearded cheek she turned his face so she could look him in the eyes again. ”I wanted you here before I knew you were a Jedi, that has not changed,” she purred. ”I don’t expect more, in any way, because of who you are. Please believe me.” She sealed her words with a series of tender kisses. Then her kisses became more heated and soon she pulled herself on top of him. She straddled him, captured him between her slender thighs and leaned forward to continue kissing him. Obi-Wan ran his hands along her back, caressed the softness of her hips and groaned when she arched her back, causing her to push her lower body closer to his growing hardness. At least that part of his body was not completely broken.

Eliise moved slowly over him and he could feel the feminine heat from the peak between her thighs as she softly grinded against his smooth skin. Obi-Wan moaned at the contact and held her tighter. But she didn’t want to be held still, she was eager in his embrace and knew what she wanted. While her starflower-colored eyes looked like the sun itself shone in them, she adjusted her hips so the top of his shaft pressed against her slick opening. He could feel her need as she moved and for a second Obi-Wan was afraid he would not be able to control the wave of heat welling up in his body. Pure lust sang in his veins and he saw the same need in her eyes, when the burning desire for her exploded under his skin. He trembled, unprepared for the storm of emotions her naked body evoked. Eliise seemed unafraid of the feelings she set free and without a word she opened up to him like one of her starflowers opened its petals to the sun. With a soft moan, she sank down over him and his fingers gripped harshly at the softness of her hips. She hissed his name and a surprised smile graced her beautiful face as he could feel her body’s desperate attempt to adjust to him. Buried deep inside her, he was allowed to feel it all and the sensation made him expectantly caress her thighs. Her slickness coated him and when she tentatively rocked her hips against him, he saw stars.

Her hair fell down from its braided creation and dark locks danced around her face in sync with her body’s movements. Obi-Wan looked up at her and the sight of her visual pleasure together with the steady rocking of her body was almost too much for him. Eliise seemed to know her body well, for she easily found the right angle and rhythm, and then used them to chase what she wanted. Soon her breathing became ragged and she increased the friction between them. Obi-Wan felt her clench hard around his length but fought his first instinct to follow her. He was not done with her yet. When she shattered over him, he pulled her close and held her trembling body to his chest. As her breathing finally slowed down, she looked at him and met his lips in a sweet kiss. Obi-Wan ran his hand through her now loose hair and it felt like exclusive threads of silk against his palm.

With little effort he rolled her over and covered her body with his. His shaft was throbbing and hard as the finest beskar, but he took his time with her and savored the moment. Obi-Wan rested his hands on either side of Eliise’s head and watched her intensively as he slowly entered her again. A lovely whimper fell from her lips when she once again was stretched around his girth. Her starflower-colored eyes appeared to be rounder when he drove himself deep into her tightness and she grabbed his upper arms as he began to thrust against her. Obi-Wan’s initial self-doubt was lost somewhere between her pleading moans and the steady pace he set. His nature’s instinct was stronger than his mind and his body remembered exactly what it was required to do. As he watched Eliise’s fascinating reactions to the movement of his hips, he became aware of all the small details that exposed her pleasure and he wanted to remember them. The noises she made, the way her fingernails scratched his shoulders when he hit her most sensitive spot and how her eyes burned with need as he lowered himself to place heated kisses on her neck.

Eliise was close, he could feel her body tense in anticipation and this time he wanted to follow her all the way. With his blood boiling in his vein, Obi-Wan focused all his efforts on the movement he quickly learned gave her the greatest pleasure. When her moans eventually turned to a cry, and the sound of his name filled the room, he let go. Long years of tension lifted from his chest as he gave her all he had. The feeling of relief was more intense than he remembered. He collapsed over her, heavily panting, and when she finally released him from her tight hug, he rolled down on his back beside her. He pulled her closer to him and came to rest with her head on his arm. With his free hand he caressed her soft skin and she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. She was warm and smelled of flowers, even now after their lusty moment.

They rested in silence. Eliise absently played with the hair on his chest and he liked the feeling of her fingers slowly moving over his skin. No words were needed between them and when the room finally grew darker, Obi-Wan reluctantly broke the silence. ”I really should get going. I was expected to arrive much earlier, but now it’s time for me to continue my walk, alone.”

Eliise looked at him with sadness in her eyes. ”I understand,” she then said. ”You can’t let the senator wait?”

”How did you..?” Obi-Wan went silent, he had said too much.

”I did not. But when a Jedi suddenly shows up on Alderaan, he is not here to visit some old friend. Maybe, if that friend also happens to be of great importance. And you just confirmed it.”

Obi-Wan sighed. He was a fool, like so many other men trapped under the spell of a beautiful woman.

”Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” She smiled at him again and patted his arm. ”Perhaps you should get yourself ready.”

They rose from the bed and got their clothes on faster than Obi-Wan preferred. He wouldn’t have minded staying longer but it was getting late and he was on a mission. And he needed to sleep after the long trip if he was going to be the best he could the following day. Bail deserved nothing but the best. He believed in Obi-Wan, he always had, even now, when not even Obi-Wan believed in himself. But as he looked into Eliise’s eyes for what he assumed was the final time, he realized that he was a changed man. His back was a little straighter, he held his head a little higher. Somehow she managed to give him something he could not have found on his own. Gratitude filled his heart and he leaned in to give her a final kiss. He had nothing else to offer her. No promises nor words of comfort. When he reached for the handle to her door, she suddenly placed one of her small delicate hands on his arm. ”Wait!”

She was gone for only a short moment and when she returned she held a blue flower in her hand. Most of its long stalk was removed, only the flower remained. She placed it in his hand. ”Take this, maybe it will keep you safe. Maybe you will look at it and think of me.” He placed the little starflower in his hidden pocket and it made her smile at him one final time. Then Eliise hugged him and Obi-Wan briefly closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He would forever remember her scent.

When he stepped out on the street, Obi-Wan pulled his hood up and made sure his cloak covered the only evidence of who he really was. To his surprise the lightsaber felt less heavy now. He looked up at the dark sky where thousands of stars created beautiful patterns. For the first time ever, they made him think of flowers on a meadow. He smiled to himself. Eliise smelled like starflowers.

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A Song Of Second Chances chapter 3

Summary: Lora gets to geek out and makes a few friends along the way. More caf and even more feels.

Warnings: Angst, talks of trauma, Lora being a bit too self-aware. If I missed anything please let me know. I'm bad at this.

A/N: I'm sorry it's taken so long to get this out there. Mental health issues, moving, and computer glitches are not nice things to deal with all at the same time.

I watched as Obi-wan made his way to another door not far from my own and smiled softly as that door slid open and his expression fell into that of exasperation. Anakin must not be resting the way he’s supposed to. I turned and entered my own room. Digging through my pockets I quickly found my phone and turned it on.

“No new notifications. Fancy that,” I muttered pulling up an app and tapping the screen. Music soon filled the silence and I set the phone on the side table before falling onto the bed. That little meltdown took a lot out of me. I shook my head against the thoughts that were now trying to invade my mind. The warmth of Obi-wan's arms, his unrecognizable yet somehow still familiar scent was plaguing me. I sat up and stared down at my feet. I shook my head.

“Yeah, not gonna happen,” I said shaking my head free from the starstruck crush that was creeping up on me. Moving my attention to my duffel bag, I snatched it up and started digging around throwing a few articles of clothing onto the bed next to me. I also pulled a pack of cleansing wipes from a side pocket and set it next to the clothes. Standing and stretching I removed my jacket and shirt, shuddering as the cool air hit my skin. Pulling one of the wipes from the pack I scrubbed lightly under my arms and around my neck. Discarding the wipe, I grabbed another and wiped the vestiges of my tears from my face. It wasn’t much but it refreshed me, and I felt a bit better. I grabbed the black sweater I had set on the bed and pulled it over my head. It was soft and flattered my figure, with muttonchop-style sleeves billowing around my upper arms. I smoothed the knit fabric over my front and pulled a dark olive-green tube top over it. Satisfied with how that looked I tugged a pair of dark brown leg warmers out of the bag and pulled them up over my black jeans, settling the tops just above my knees. I caught my reflection in a small mirror on the wall and grimaced.

“My hair is a mess,” I said bending to pull my brush from the confines of my bag. Making my way over to the mirror, I pulled my hair from the messy ponytail I had it in. I pulled the brush through my hair gently working out any knots I came across. It fell to the small of my back in dark soft waves and I turned my head back and forth trying to decide what to do with it. After deciding, I started to braid it as a knock at the door startled me.

“Come in,” I called. The door slid open and Obi-wan stepped in.

“Almost ready?” he asked. I nodded, finishing my braid and tossing it over my shoulder. Obi-wan paused and looked me up and down.

“Something wrong with what I’m wearing?” I stammered suddenly unsure about my decision on what to wear. He shook his head reassuring me with a gentle smile.

“It looks perfectly fine. I would even say the look suits you,” something flashed in his eyes as he spoke though what it was, I wasn’t sure. He had put up walls so I couldn’t read him as easily.

“Thank you, again. Before we continue our tour would you mind if we stopped at the refectory for a cup of coffee and maybe a snack? I think I need a pick-me-up after my little... episode,” I smiled sheepishly at him, and he chuckled.

“That actually sounds quite good, especially after fighting with that stubborn padawan of mine,” he responded with an exasperated groan that made me giggle.

“I’m gonna guess he wasn’t resting like he should have been? Probably working on some little gadget or droid,” I said rolling my eyes with amusement.

“Close, he was drafting upgrades for the speeder he’s been trying to save up for,” Obi-wan grumbled.

“Yeah, that definitely sounds like something he would do,” I nodded as I made my way through the door with him following closely behind.

“He’s quite the difficult boy, but he does have his moments. I just hope he doesn’t feel like you’re intruding,” Obi-wan mused, running his hand over his jaw. I snorted.

“I think it might actually be good for him,” I said, grasping my hands behind me. Obi-wan glanced over at me.

“How do you figure that?” he asked.

“Well at this point he sees you as an older brother, father-type figure. Something he never had when he was growing up on Tatooine. He did have his mother though, and from what I can gather they were very close before he left. A female figure he can look up to might be beneficial,” my explanation was simple and Obi-wan nodded slowly, processing what I had said.

“As it is he doesn’t have many close friends his age. The other padawans his age don’t really feel comfortable around him due to his status as ‘the chosen one’ and unfortunately, they tend to keep him at arm’s length because of it,” Obi-wan's eyes widened.

“I always knew he didn’t have many friends, but he never really spoke of it. He always changed the subject when I brought it up,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, he’s stubborn. He probably doesn’t want it to be seen as a weakness, what with the Jedi’s beliefs about attachment and possession. He’s probably been misinterpreting them. Hell, I know I did when I was younger,” I shook my head at the memory. Obi-wan tilted his head at me in curiosity.

“There are a few things I still disagree with but as I got older and dealt more and more with the traumatic scenarios in my life, I realized it was less about repressing emotion and more about learning that there is a time and place for certain emotions,” I sighed as certain memories bounced around in my head. I pushed them away.

“There was a time when my fear and anger were the only things keeping me alive, though I never let them show. I didn’t want to give that bastard the satisfaction,” I all but sneered as I spoke. Inhaling deeply, I pushed those thoughts to the surface and exhaled allowing them to dissipate like smoke.

“I almost want to ask what you are talking about, but I feel like it might not be the best idea at the current moment,” Obi-wan said, looking over at me with a slightly bewildered expression. I smile at him.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll find out eventually. The nightmares I still have from time to time will probably make it unavoidable,” I returned my attention to where I was walking as we made our way to the refectory.

“Nightmares? Should I be worried?” he asked half joking. I turned to make eye contact.

“Probably. Despite being known as the most stable member of my family, I’m also known as the most unhinged,” I grinned at him. He nervously returned my grin.

“I’m impulsive, reckless, and in some cases worse than Anakin when it comes to stubbornness,” I continue. I figured I should lay it all out before him, that way he knew what he was getting himself into.

“I’m argumentative and if you tell me I can’t do something, depending on what it is, I’ll do it anyway, just to prove you wrong. It’s an old family tradition, in a way,” I smiled sadly remembering my parents. Obi-wan chuckled.

“I still have a lot of anger. I probably always will,” I said with a sigh.

“Your honesty is admirable. Not many Jedi are willing to admit that,” Obi-wan stated setting his hand on my shoulder. I leaned into the touch.

“Well, I’m not a Jedi yet,” I remind him as he removes his hand from my shoulder, tucking both hands into his sleeves.

“Maybe not, but it's still admirable. Now I think it's time for that cup of caf,” he nodded his head towards the doors of the refectory. I nod and quicken my pace, the same as he does. After we’d each secured our warm beverage, we continued our tour of the temple. The day passed quickly as Obi-wan showed me around, with him revealing bits of history and intrigue about each area. From the training halls to the briefing rooms and meditation chambers each room brought out a new round of excitement as I recognized some rooms from certain scenes from the saga I had grown up loving. We ended our tour at the archives.

“I could probably disappear in here for days on end,” I said quietly as we wove our way through the many shelves. Obi-wan chuckled.

“I did. So many times. Whether it was hiding from my master or just to cool my head,” he whispered. I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of my chest.

“I can see that. I will have one problem if I want to be able to read any of this though. I don’t know how to read Aurebesh. Not to say I can’t read, I can. It’s just hard to read something in a language you’re not familiar with,” I sighed indignantly. I wanted to start reading it all right away. Find out what kind of Jedi lore I was missing out on.

“Well, that will be one of the first things we work on then,” Obi-wan said with a smirk.

“So, when do we leave for Ilum? I know it’s a fair way away even with hyperspace travel,” I asked. He thought for a moment before responding.

“We’ll head out in the morning. Usually, younglings would go in groups on the Crucible but this is a special circumstance so we can just take another ship,” he remarked with a shrug.

“Will we have that ancient droid that teaches younglings how to build their sabers? Huyang, I think his name is?” a part of me hoped Obi-wan would say yes. The thought of pestering the droid, given his rumored origins, with unending questions brought my inner nerd infinite joy.

“Unfortunately, he won’t be able to join us. As it is, Master Yoda sent me a comm not too long ago informing me that he had a large kit prepared for you to use. With that, you should be able to find the materials you’ll need,” he explained.

“Cool! It’s kinda funny actually. There are a ton of people where I’m from that have always wondered and theorized what their lightsabers would have looked like, myself included. Knowing that I’m lucky enough to be able to actually find out what my saber will look like...” I paused, unable to find the words that would describe the feeling.

“Knowing that the childhood dream millions of others also had is being granted to me, it’s amazing, in a way that words can’t describe,” I looked up at him, my eyes wide and a small smile turning up the corners of my mouth. The laugh he responded with was warm.

“That would be a feeling a lot of padawans experience,” he said, smiling down at me with a look I could only describe as nostalgic.

“Tell me, Lora, what do you think your lightsaber should look like?” he asked sounding genuinely curious. I closed my eyes and raised my hand in front of me closing it around an imaginary hilt.

“It would need to be built for durability. The extra weight wouldn’t be an issue. Hand and a half for either single-hand or two-hand capabilities, with a small cross guard perhaps made of beskar or a similar material. Leather grip for comfort and a small pommel for potential melee usage,” when I finished and opened my eyes to look up at Obi-wan his expression was that of impressed surprise.

“That is perhaps the first time I have ever actually heard someone give a functional first description of what their lightsaber should look like,” his compliment made me preen a bit.

“I spent a few years getting free fencing lessons. I kinda miss the feel of a sword in my hand,” I stared down at my empty hand.

“It’s gonna be nice to spar again,” I said meeting his eyes again. He nodded in agreement.

“It will be nice to have another sparring partner for Anakin that I can give demonstrations with,” he admitted rubbing the back of his neck as he stared ahead thoughtfully. I turned and stared down the hall as we made our way back to the refectory to meet Anakin for dinner.

“I’m probably really rusty and the style I learned was nothing like any of the lightsaber forms that I’m aware of, so I’m probably stuck at square one in that department,” I said struggling to not stare at the man next to me. I had to keep reminding myself that this was real life.

“That shouldn’t be too big of an issue, it’s something to build upon, and if you take a padawan eventually it might even become a new form that can be taught,” mused Obi-wan gesturing towards me pointedly.

“That would be cool,” I admitted. That thought had never occurred to me. It made my heart almost skip a beat, at the thought of having a warrior’s legacy. I was still basking in the thought when we arrived at the refectory. The smells coming from the dining hall made my stomach rumble painfully. I was suddenly aware of just how hungry I was.

“What were you thinking of getting? I have no clue what's good. The meat pie that Master Yoda suggested for breakfast was amazing so I’m looking forward to being able to try something else,” Obi-wan stared, side-eyeing me with a bit more concern than what I really felt was necessary.

“What?” I shrank from his stare.

“The fact that you actually liked that meat pie is more than enough to make anyone worry for your sanity, Lora. Most people can’t get past the smell alone,” he explained, coughing into the back of his hand to hide his amusement.

“Well, that explains the number of stares I was getting this morning. Ah well, I’ve never claimed to be sane anyways, might as well roll with it,” I said with a grin and a shrug. We made our way to the serving droid, Obi-wan still fighting laughter on the short walk there.

“I’ll have my usual please, and am I correct in assuming that you will have the same?” Obi-wan smirked as he asked.

“Yes please,” I nodded enthusiastically. The droid just nodded, though based on the mechanized sigh, I was pretty sure if he could, he would have rolled his eyes. After we’d collected our plates and refilled our coffee mugs Obi-wan searched the room, looking for his padawan.

“Found him. He’s sitting with Master Windu,” he stated, leading the way to the table. I eyed my plate as we crossed the room. Once we reached the table and set our food down, Obi-wan slid in with more grace than I had been able to muster in my life so far. Having seated himself across from Anakin, I chose to sit a bit closer in proximity to Master Windu. I had a few questions I wanted to ask the man. My mind stumbled over the people I’ve seen this face portray.

“Hello Master,” I greeted him cheerfully. Master Windu looked up from the data pad next to his plate. When he saw me across the table from him, he smiled broadly at me.

“Lora, hello, how have you enjoyed the Temple so far?” he asked warmly. I grinned in return.

“It’s been more amazing than I’ve ever been able to imagine,” I gushed over everything I had seen that day, unaware of the two sets of eyes watching me.

“Dare I say the gardens definitely brought tears to your eyes,” Obi-wan said over the rim of his coffee mug without looking over at us. He smirked when I shot a glare toward him.

“How could it not? It was like a comforting embrace after all,” I remarked with narrowed eyes and a smirk. Though his brow shot up his expression didn’t change. Unbeknownst to both of us, the exchange was under scrutiny.

“Should I assume that the two of you get along then?” Windu’s amused voice also held a bit of suspicion as he glanced between the two of us. I decided to fuel that fire and nodded, a mischievous grin curling my lips.

“I’d say so. Almost as easily as water and fire make steam," I propped my elbow on the table and rested my chin on my fist. Obi-wan choked on his coffee as I spoke, my voice low, almost flirtatious. Anakin snorted suddenly fighting laughter at his master's expense. Of course, the teenager would get it. Obi-wan glared daggers at his apprentice. Master Windu cleared his throat, his expression stern, despite the amusement I felt from his gaze.

“I’m actually glad I was able to talk to you so soon Master, I have a question I wanted to ask you concerning something you said during the council meeting this morning,” I returned my attention to Windu as Obi-wan wiped the coffee from his beard.

“You said I was a walking contradiction. What did you mean by that?” My curiosity had been rising all day and now seemed like a good time to ask.

“Well, Lora, you have a combination of traits I’ve only seen once before,” Master Windu glanced at Anakin, his expression full of remorse.

“The first time I saw this, it frightened me. When I sensed that fear, that anger, I saw a potential threat. But the moment you chose to show me all that led you to who you are and who you are choosing to become, I realized that they can be powerful allies albeit in a different form than what I have always believed them to be. Although I sense a deep connection to the dark, I also sense an unwavering embracement of the light,” Master Windu’s voice was quiet but somehow, I still heard him over the other chatter in the refectory. My eyes darted to Anakin before settling on my plate where my food had gone cold.

“You are so full of hope, but you seem to have already accepted the possibility you might lose everything,” he continued with added attention from Obi-wan and Anakin.

“Well in a sense I already have lost everything. I know I’ll never be able to see my family or my planet again, what’s stopping the universe from ripping this from me? I don’t seem to have much of a choice, do I? The least I can do is to do everything in my power to be a force of good for however long that may last,” sadness seeped into my smile as I spoke, meeting Windu’s eyes. He remained silent longer than I expected, the empathetic glint in his eyes nearly bringing me to tears for the second time that day. I quickly swallowed the rising lump in my throat. My gaze fell onto Anakin, who was staring at me wide-eyed. I could sense the same pain rolling off him that I had pounding in the confines of my heart.

“Sorry if that seems rather pessimistic, it's been a long day, and everything seems to be happening all at once,” I laughed awkwardly, trying to diffuse the sudden tension.

“Well, I do hope you know, you are more than welcome to talk to any of us if you need,” Master Windu’s words held just the warmth I needed and I latched onto the feeling.

“Thank you, Master. That means more than you know,” I said softly raising one of the cold dumplings from my plate to my mouth. There wasn’t any more conversation until I’d finished my plate at which point, I excused myself.

“I'm going to call it an early night. Thank you for everything,” I smiled at Obi-wan and Windu before turning to face Anakin.

“It was wonderful to meet you Anakin,” I grinned warmly at the teenager, and he smiled awkwardly. I could sense the admiration in him growing slightly. I saw so much of myself in him, as well as so much more that I both dreaded and admired, that it was hard not to feel my heart swell. After I’d said goodnight, I found my way to the padawan’s dormitory and my room. Once the door slid shut behind me, I collapsed, facedown, on my bed.

“Fuuhhhh... what am I getting myself into?” I grumbled; my words muffled by the blanket.

“Those coping mechanisms my therapist taught me had better NOT let me down,” I groaned as I turned onto my back. My eyes wandered to the window, and I lost myself in my thoughts. Deep thought turned to meditation as the sky changed color. I could feel the Force just as much as I could hear it, silent whispers and cries the same as I'd heard all my life. Schizophrenia the people from my old world had called it. A byproduct of stress. I could feel the walls of my small room pressing against me as I let myself expand. I pushed past them feeling the life force flowing through seemingly empty air. My mind was quiet despite feeling both everything and nothing simultaneously. A stray thought brought me back to my little room.

“If I’m gonna be here a while, I should probably figure out what I have,” I grumbled as I sat up feeling more relaxed than I could remember having been. I kicked off my boots and shoved them under the side table out of the way.

“Probably not gonna get any sleep tonight anyways. No matter how tired I am,” I said snatching my duffel bag from where I had left it on the floor. Dumping the contents on the bed I sat cross-legged in front of the disorganized pile. I wanted to pull out my phone and play some music, but a quiet voice in my mind urged me not to.

“I should have organized this better,” I stared at the pile. There were clothing, books, accessories, and a few other random items that I had no clue why I had included. As I started tugging and separating the items a knock at my door startled me causing me to drop an ornate-looking resin-cast goat’s skull embellished with a purple gem in the center of its forehead. I panicked slightly.

“Come on in,” I called as I snatched the wall décor off the floor. The door slid open, and an embarrassed and frustrated-looking Anakin stepped in.

“Anakin? What's up?” I asked tilting my head at him.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to bother you, but I could sense you were still awake,” the teen shuffled his feet as he spoke, his eyes concentrating on his hands as he picked at the sleeves of his tunic.

“You’re fine. I doubt I was gonna get much sleep anyways. It’s my first time out in space tomorrow. I’m both excited and terrified,” I admitted setting the skull on the table beside me.

“I think you’ll be fine,” Anakin said sitting on the floor next to the bed.

“Yeah, probably. First-time flier though so it’s still one of those scary first times that I never thought I’d get to experience. It’s fun,” I chuckled and shrugged.

“You’ve never flown?” Anakin sounded almost insulted. I shook my head.

“Nope, never. Where I’m from, flying is for the more well-off. I was a poor little peasant. Never had the time to fly anywhere anyways. I had to work too much,” I chose my words carefully. It was all true, but I wanted to emphasize certain similarities between us.

“But enough about me. Why can’t you sleep? Obi-wan would probably get a bit upset if he knew you weren’t in bed,” I asked as I continued my organizing. Anakin sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Yeah, he would, but he’d also tell me that dreams are just dreams. But I feel like you’d understand a bit better,” he explained looking beaten.

“Your mother?” I asked softly. He looked up at me and nodded, his eyes meeting mine. I smiled kindly at him.

“Your master is right that dreams are only dreams. But I also feel like maybe they’re a good thing. What do your dreams show you?” Anakin blinked at me as I spoke.

“Mostly pain. And there’s nothing I can do for her. Sometimes though it's like my mom is just talking to me,” he explained eyeing me cautiously. I nodded as I crossed my arms across my chest.

“I’ve had the same kind of dreams. For a while, I was terrified of them becoming reality. But when I acknowledged the fear behind them and discovered the root cause of that fear, I realized they were there to help me,” I told him. Anakin leaned closer as he listened.

“As for the dreams where your mom is just talking to you, perhaps it’s the Force just trying to help you feel closer to her. Obi-wan told me a bit about your history. When you left home and came to the temple, it was a bit traumatic for you wouldn’t you say?” It was a lie. Obi-wan hadn't said anything to me about the boy’s past, but it must have been believable because Anakin just tilted his head confused.

“Traumatic?” his eyes narrowed.

“I wouldn’t consider that traumatic,” he said stubbornly. I sighed, having forgotten this galaxy’s systems.

“On my world, Anakin, what you went through at such a young age, you were what? Nine? That would have been considered very traumatic. Slavery, forced into dangerous, possibly life-threatening competitions, leaving home with someone who could easily be considered a complete stranger? Having said stranger suddenly murdered leaving your fate uncertain? Yeah sweetie, I think you might have a few issues,” I pursed my lips and stared at him as the horror in his eyes grew.

“Though based on your expression, I’d say the revelation was more traumatizing than the actual events. You gonna be all right, kiddo?” I asked, having grown concerned by his silence. He straightened and inhaled, grounding himself. Upon exhaling he looked up at me again, fighting back tears.

“Yeah, I'll be fine, I think. But, when you put it in that light, it's no wonder the council didn’t want to let me be trained,” he pawed at his eyes, wiping away a few tears that had stealthily made their way down his cheeks.

“Maybe I was right when I made that choice to leave the order. But Obi-wan made me think that I was where I'm supposed to be,” his voice cracked as he spoke, and I could feel the anger and sorrow both building within him. I didn’t know what to say but I did know I had to say something. My hand shot out to his shoulder.

“Anakin, look at me,” he stared up into my eyes and I yanked him, by his robes up into a firm hug.

“You are right where you belong. I can guarantee that. Did Obi-wan tell you why the council decided to let me into the order?” I rubbed circles on his back with one hand, the other smoothing down the hair on the back of his head. He shook his head against my shoulder, sobs wracking his body.

“I’m a seer. I’ve had visions that have shown me exactly where a lot of people end up on their current paths. You and Obi-wan have featured very prominently in these visions. There are things I’m gonna work to change, but the one thing I will fight to keep the same is you within the order. You belong here. The amount of good you bring to this galaxy is irrefutable,” Anakin pulled away from me to stare at me with wide, hopeful eyes.

“Is that true?” he asked, his voice still quivering. I nodded cupping his cheek in my hand, with the warm smile of a mother comforting her child.

“Every word, I promise,” I reassured him, using my thumb to wipe away a stray tear. He hiccupped before throwing his arms around my neck, startling me. His admiration of me had grown even more than before, and it caught me by surprise. I hadn’t expected to make that much of an impact so soon. I leaned into the hug, a sense of comfort washing over both of us.

“It’s late, you should probably get back to bed,” I whispered into his ear. He nodded and scrambled to his feet. I stood and slipped my feet into my boots, without tying them.

“Yeah. You’re right. Thank you for talking with me,” he sniffled with a wet smile, suddenly looking much more like the child he was than the warrior he was training to be.

“Of course. And if you ever need to talk again, I’m only a couple of doors away,” I gestured the short distance between our doors. He smiled as I walked him to his room. Entering his room, I glanced around at the assortment of small broken mechanisms and droids scattered around. He always had been good at fixing things. I followed him to his bed and once he’d slid under the blankets, I tucked them around him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He seemed to lean into this small show of affection, and I felt my heart beat a bit faster.

“Sleep well, Ani. I’ll see you in the morning,” I whispered softly. As I made my way to the door, tiptoeing through the obstacle course of parts and hardware I heard his voice quietly call after me.

“I will, Lora. Thank you again,” he said as I stepped out the door. I smiled back at him before the door slid shut. After getting back to my own room, I quickly put my things in designated spots and stared for a moment at my own bed, feeling like maybe I would sleep if I tried. I stripped out of my clothes and changed into a t-shirt and pajama pants, setting the clothing I had been wearing on the desk intending to wear them again in the morning. Sliding into bed and curling around my stuffed animal I flicked my hand towards the control panel by the door turning the lights off. Soon enough I was drifting into a restful and thankfully dream-free sleep.

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fandomtrashoe · 2 years

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I've already send this request to many writers but every single one of them just ignored me. And every time I listen to this song I have this plot in mind. So now I'm posting it for everyone to see so that maybe anybody will feel inspired to write it.

my tears riccochet by Taylor Swift Just listen to the song.

Reader was a fellow Jedi and her and Obi were in love but for some reason she fell to the dark side during the Clone Wars and the council sends him after her to eliminate the thread. During this he fights with his guilt, feelings for her and dedication to the jedi. He dreams of her and she also still loves and misses him. He can't bring it over him to kill her but in the end he will. "you had to kill me but it killed you just the same [...] you turned into your worst fears"

Please for my mental state that is really bad right now, someone needs to write this.

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agirlunderarock · 1 year

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OF AGONY AND HOPE

Summary: sith!Obi-Wan au, in which Sas was able to fly Padme to safety and deliver her children but at the cost of losing the man she loved. Five years have gone by since the fall of Republic, since the fall of the Jedi Order, since Sas said goodbye to the man she loves. Since then Emperor Palpatine has brought in new enforcers; Lord Vader his right hand, and Grand Admiral Abusivus a man Sas refuses to admit bares any resemblance to Obi-Wan Kenobi even when he stands right in front of her.

Chapter 1: Reunion

Pairings: Sith!Obi-Wan X OC (Sas Vom)

Warnings: Anxiety attack? nervous vomits

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A/N: This was inspired by art work by @p1nkmic linked here I have some plans to turn this one into a full fledged fic if anyone would be interested in that. But incase I don't get there here is the first chapter just written as a one shot. As always likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! Hope you enjoy!

Sas took a deep inhale.

Slow exhale.

She let her breathing gradually return to its normal cadence. There was nothing to worry about. Green eyes as vibrant as her natural skin stared back at Sas in the mirror. Black slicked back hair contrasted against the unnaturally pale skin she hid behind. She could blame it on the bright lights of the refresher she stood in, the light’s glare threatened to make her seem whiter than the snow she once trekked through on Pantora's moons. For a moment she wondered if she focused hard enough, if she could make herself translucent. She had never tried before, but if there was any moment to try, now seemed like the best time to do so. It wouldn’t help, even if she could. The face of Rola Brisa would have to be enough for the time being. The Director for Special Operations, her new supervisor, would likely sense her the moment she walked in the door. There was no way around that.

Taking another deep breath, Sas gripped the sink with all the strength she had. This was where she was supposed to be. Ultimately, Sas knew that she would end up in this position sooner or later, she had just hoped it was going to be later. Maybe she had even hoped that the Empire would have discovered her by now, anything to avoid facing him.

She released her breath. This was part of the plan. Jankari, Senator Organa and the others were counting her and information she could gather about the Empire’s military movements, to figure out how much information they truly knew about rebellion. She knew this was coming. It was inevitable, if Sas was doing her job well. That didn’t make her apprehension any easier. Another gag erupted from her throat and Sas threw herself to the floor in front of the toilet.

A few more moments passed as Sas tried to keep down whatever was left in her stomach. She wanted to stay there on the ground, head on her arms, and just wither away. She knew she couldn’t of course, someone would eventually find her body and that was a different mess she didn’t like to imagine. She stood up with a groan, her ghastly white uniform was now wrinkled and disorderly. Truthfully Sas didn’t care, but Rola Brisa, an ambitious Imperial officer absolutely cared, so Sas had to care.

She checked her watch. There was still time for her to change into an extra uniform. A quick glance in the mirror and Rola gave a sigh of disappointment. Not only was her uniform unpresentable, but her hair had fallen out from its place as well. She spent a few extra minutes washing her mouth and face, attempting to make sure that there was no trace of Sas Vom brewing under the surface. Thankfully a little foundation went a long way, even if it would leave her at home trying to scrub it off for longer than she cared for. Today though she would rather be safe than sorry.

It didn’t take her long to change and touch up her makeup, and yet once again her stomach lurched at the thought of the meeting today. She still had a few minutes and so sat at her desk and closed her eyes. She did her best to focus on the firm cool surface of her desk under her fingertips and let that douse the burning under her skin. Sas stayed shifted so often these days, the pain was constantly with her. She wished she could say she had grown used to it, and in some ways she had grown numb to it, yet it burned just under the surface the same way her ears constantly rang despite the silence.

The beeping on Sas’ commlink alerted her that it was time to go. Again bile boiled in her stomach and it took every ounce of self control she had to not run into the refresher. There was nothing else to be done. She grabbed her data pad and walked out of her office.

Every step Sas took to the conference room, felt like another step into her own demise. She could leave, she knew she could, but leaving meant risking so much more. So much of her own life had been woven into Rola Brisa’s, to have her vanish now would draw just as much attention to herself. The last time Sas had felt so trapped, she had locked herself and several in the Jedi Temple war room.

Brisa quickly pushed the thought away, took a deep breath and forced herself to ignore the way her boots echoed down the hallway. It didn’t matter if she could tell that another set of boots joined hers, she had one destination in mind, and she needed to focus on keeping her composure. One slip up and it would be Sas Vom sitting in the meeting and being dragged off to a torture chamber.

“Have you read the reports?” a male’s voice asked, as he fell into stride with her.

Brisa kept her eyes focused on the hall in front of her. “Of course I did Captain. You’d be a fool to not read the reports before this briefing.” Brisa didn’t need to pretend to sound cross with the man at her side. Captain Gaiblel Dirgo had been one of the more bothersome constants at her side since she began her climb in Imperial rank. She had the unfortunate pleasure of working with him on several projects, which only meant that she truly never had a moment to turn the Captain off. If anyone in Imperial Naval Intelligence could claim to know Brisa well, it was him. His only quality that she appreciated, however, was that he had the sense enough to know that they weren’t friends.

“So I’m guessing you saw the comparison between former Republic strategies. Rumor has it these pirates have a Jedi leading them,” he said. She didn’t need to look at him to see the grin spread across his face at the thought of such a challenge.

“I read the breakdown. I think you’re giving them too much credit,” She said tiredly. Truthfully Sas didn’t have to read the report to know what was going on. She had been the one to coordinate those rebel attacks. Sure, Quinlan was occasionally leading the charge and stealing Imperial Cargo ships on her behalf, but it was her plan and she had sent him and her sister the information necessary for them to lead the raids. This was their sign that it was time to back off for a short time. They were too close. She just hoped that she would live long enough to relay the message to them.

“Too much credit, really?” Dirgo said incredulously. “I think you underestimate them.”

“Perhaps. But I don’t think you’re seeing the big picture Dirgo. What they’re doing and the way they’re doing it is unsustainable. It won’t be long-” She stopped when she came to the briefing room door. There was more truth to her words than she cared to admit, but it was how she made her dismissal sound genuine. “They’ve had five years to get organized and yet they haven’t expanded their territory, nor made any considerable threat to our larger cargo ships.”

“But we haven’t caught them within that time either.”

“We haven’t been working on their case.”

She walked through the automatic door, shoulders back, head held high. He had to project the confidence she did not feel. It didn’t matter if she and Dirgo were the first two that arrived for the briefing. The room itself was circular, the holo in the middle surrounded by data desk that could easily connect to their pads or the holo projector. She picked a seat that would have her back facing the door. She didn’t want to have to see him walk in the room.

No.

Sas couldn’t see him walk into the room. She knew the moment she laid eyes on him again her world would come crashing down around her. Seeing him on the holonet was one thing. She could lie to herself. She could tell herself that it was a shadow holo, someone who looked like him, someone who even underwent a transformation to physically be him, anything other than the truth. But the moment she would see him walk in, she knew she would no longer be able to deny it.

Staring down at her data pad, Brisa hadn’t even noticed more officers had begun to file into the room. She shouldn’t have been surprised. The Admirals and Generals were strict enough, but this was Grand Admiral Abusivus, and everyone who had made it this far in Imperial intelligence knew the man had a very low tolerance for the ill prepared.

While Sas personally thought it was a bit ironic for him to gain such a reputation, she would never vocalize or question it. If she did, she would have to acknowledge the reality of who she was talking about. However, she knew she was going to have to face that reality much sooner than she would have liked.

Sas hadn’t noticed the quiet murmuring of the officer’s around her until they fell completely silent. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, a wave of cold and deep aching washed over her, constricting her throat and threatening to suffocate her. She had exactly one second to decide how to react. Did she stand and turn around to face him at attention, like the rest of the officers? She could turn and stare, pretend to be curious and enthralled with the idea of working with such an individual, and pray she didn’t break her composure when she saw him. Or she could keep her back to him, keep her head down, pretend to be caught up in reading the report he sent out before he arrived. She ran the risk of standing out from the other officers, but at least she could brace herself, take a deep breath, and pretend to be unphased when she looked at him.

Truthfully, she knew it wouldn’t matter what she decided, she could feel his eyes already fixated on her the moment the door slid open and closed. Whether she wanted to draw attention or not, she had it, both his and the attention of the fourth of the room that followed his line of sight. It didn’t matter that she had snapped to her feet just as the person next to her did. She was late. She would wait for the firm tap of his boots to pass her before relaxing her stance. They both knew she was only attempting to look diligent, but Grand Admiral Abusivus knew her display wasn’t for him anyway. Her lungs burned as she held her breath waiting for him to pass.

He never did.

Instead his footsteps stopped a few feet short of her, not quite behind her, just enough that she would have to turn her body to see him.

She clenched her jaw.

Of course he would stop there behind her. He was going to make her turn around. And Sas would turn around, if she had any sense about keeping her cover. She braced herself, let out her breath slowly and ever so slightly her her body. He would already know what she was feeling, but that didn’t mean she needed to broadcast it to the other officers in the room.

“At least I know one of you took my message seriously,” that familiar Coruscanti accent cut through the silence.

Brisa hadn’t turned around yet, and now the whole commanding staff had its attention on her. She raised a brow at the Grand Admiral.

“I’m sure you’ll find all of your command staff take your messages seriously, Sir” she answered evenly as she turned to face him. She probably should have kept her mouth shut.

Some habits died harder than others it would seem.

If he took offense to her answer, his face didn’t show it. That might have been worse if Sas were being honest with herself. She still couldn’t make herself see him. She looked at him, as the situation demanded she look at him, but she didn’t see him. She might catch a glimpse of the amber in his face, but her attention was on the wall just past his head. She of course could make out the rack of ribbons on his chest, but she refused to really take in and process the man standing in front of her. At least not while he was right in front of her. Close enough that he could reach out and touch her if he chose to.

Though Sas could keep Brisa’s face calm and collected, it didn’t change that her heart pounded faster and faster as the silence stretched on.

“Perhaps if the rest of my staff is as proficient as you claim, these insurgents will be put down before the next lunar cycle,” Grand Admiral Abusivus replied.

Somehow that felt worse than a reprimand. Sas could handle a reprimand, but his words felt like a challenge. A reprimand would make the other officers avoid her, they could view her as impulsive, foolish and ill prepared. While Captain Brisa would likely bristle under the weight of such judgments, Sas could lean into it, no one would want to associate with her because of the reprimand. This was almost an invitation for investigation. He just issued a challenge to the others to determine if she was simply foolish in her outspokenness, or if she truly was confident in the abilities of the people in the room.

“Yes, Sir.” That was the only answer she could think to give. She didn’t dare to meet his gaze. He finally stepped away from her to walk around the edge of the room, making just about every officer he passed turn to face him. In another life, she might have made some kind of quip, or even complimented him, but the reality was that their exchange was hollow and devoid of the warmth they used to share.

As he stepped further away, his back toward her as he circled the room, Sas took the chance to finally study him. Calling the Grand Admiral colder than she first remembered was an understatement. She still felt that initial chill deep under her skin, as if he could somehow make even her burning nerve endings fizzle out. The way he carried himself was different though, still straight and proud, but perhaps it was the memory of his soft brown robes and warmth that used to linger in them that made his stark white uniform, sharp creases along his shoulders, that made him seem more distant than simply reserved.

The Grand Admiral had started speaking. Something about the nature of the insurgents' plot. The term pirates was evidently outdated now–or he couldn’t stand the thought of the one tracking him from across the room. One of his leather clad hands reached up to stroke his auburn beard, whatever idea he told them to consider had been lost on her. Too easily was her mind distracted by her memories of playing with the first few silver hairs that had slowly bled into his hair, assuring him that he wore them well. Her chest ached at the memory, but still she kept Brisa’s face neutral but attentive, even as the Grand Admiral made direct eye contact with her this time.

Brisa couldn’t look away. No matter how badly she wanted to, she couldn’t. It didn’t matter how deeply his amber eyes cut through her, how much it hurt to see those eyes in his face, Sas could not look away. She had done that to him. She abandoned him on Mustafar.

“Their most recent targets have been Imperial supply ships along the borders between the Mid Rim and Outer Rim, though they’re not attacking at jump points, instead they strike just before the ships leave the port,” Abusivus continued, and pulled her out of that spiral. “Similar reports of attacks have started coming from more Outer Rim sectors.” As he spoke the holo map lit up in the center of the room though no one was there to operate it. Sas resisted the urge to roll her eyes. His little trick to operate the map with the force might have impressed the others, but it was just another reminder that she could not fully trust her own mind while he was around.

She did her best to focus on the map, even though she had seen it hundreds of times. Sas told herself this meeting felt repetitive because this was the third time she’d heard a similar report. Once while she, Padmé, and Crix discussed a pirating strategy that could be done with minimal crew, and what regions would likely be the best to start in. Then of course she had to read the briefing The Grand Admiral sent them to see what the Empire knew about their movements, and of course now it was being spoon fed to her again.

A glint of light caught Sas’ eye as the Abusivus circled made his way along the side of the circle farthest from her. She was so lost in her memories that she missed the cane in his other hand. Her brows twitched together for a fraction of a second as she tried to figure out what he was leaning on as he walked. No, leaning was the wrong word. Though he moved the sleek black cane as if he needed it to walk, he stood too straight, too tall to actually be leaning on it. Her eyes drifted to his waist, expecting to see his lightsaber hanging off his belt, but even that was missing. Part of her wondered if it was stored in his cane. She pushed the thought away, finding the thought of him washed in the glowing red light of the new weapon was too much for her to think about. She looked back down to her data pad.

"These insurgents are far more organized than we've given them credit for in the past. That being said, there is also reason to believe that they have a contact within Imperial intelligence." Abusivus stopped behind a gray haired man Sas realized was Admiral Yularen. He looked at several officers in the room, but most noticeably avoided looking directly at Brisa. "You're duty is then, not to simply stop the insurgents, but to snuff out their contact. I trust you’ll utilize your resources to their full capacity and come to me when you find anything of interest."

Brisa looked down to make a note in her data pad, but truthfully she wasn’t sure how to feel about the comment. It didn’t matter if anyone else moved, at least she told herself that. Brisa could move to make notes, she had already shown herself to be a little odd. She knew the Empire was looking for her. That was a given. From the time she had enlisted she knew the Empire wasn’t just looking for spies, the Empire was specifically looking for Sas Vom. She was supposed to die in the temple. She would have died on Utapau had she gone. However, hearing the encouragement to hunt her down coming from him, cut deeper than she would have thought possible. Some invisible band snaked its way around her chest, squeezing the air from her lungs, even as she forced herself to stand up straight again.

Heart pounding in her ears, Sas hadn’t heard the word that they were dismissed, that they had all received their specific assignments through their data pads. This was too much for her. She thought she could continue the mission when it got to this point, but this was too much. She turned to pick up her data pad, and had to steady herself with her other hand as the room spun out from under her feet. Brisa needed to escape to her office, shut down and push past anyone who would try to talk to her. She needed to get home, message Padmé, escape tonight.

“Captain Brisa,” His voice cut through her as Sas tried to turn to leave.

It took everything in power to keep her accent, keep Brisa’s face in place as a flurry of thoughts and feelings clouded her vision. “Yes, Sir-”

“Captain, I had expected you to wait. I imagine you have questions about your assignment.”

Brisa’s composure slipped to genuine distress for the briefest moment as she checked her data pad. At the top was a notification of her assignment details. The subject line was clear: Personnel Director for Grand Admiral Abusivus.

Sas breathed in sharply as he slowly reached for her arm at her side, gently taking her elbow, and sliding his hand down until her hand was in his. His breath ghosted across her skin, sending a shiver right through her core, followed by the familiar brush of his beard and the warmth of his lips. It should be easy for Captain Brisa to let it go, to remain aloof and unfeeling. Under normal circumstances she would be. A few had tried to get under her skin, but she kept them at bay. Sas shouldn’t have looked down. When she did, she met the amber eyes of the fallen Jedi, the man she used to love. The man she still loved.

He stared right through her. To some it could have been an intimidation tactic, a scheme to see how well his new Captain would work under pressure or perhaps to make sure she would not buckle under flattery. Had the gesture been done to any other woman other than herself, Sas might have believed that was all it was. He wasn’t beyond using some dramatics to figure people out before the fall, she hated to admit she was glad to see at least that hadn’t changed. His gaze and his lips lingered for two heart beats too long. The message was loud and clear.

Found you.

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