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You conveyed his bone weariness so well that it was palpable. It made me happy that he got an opportunity to feel pleasure and comfort.

Does Not Suffice

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x f!Reader Rating: Explicit 18+ Word Count: 4.3k Warnings: Mentions of caring for a baby (not the reader’s baby, no mentions of birth or pregnancy), Obi-Wan has a lot of trauma, very subtle use of the Force, vaginal fingering, PIV sex, anything I’ve missed please let me know.

Synopsis: It’s rare to receive a visitor here, outside the city. Rarer still when that visitor is clearly from offworld. You know you should let him wander off alone into the dunes; it is, after all, what he seems to want. But you don’t. 

AN: So, this kind of just took hold of me and I let it happen. A massive thank you to my lovely friend @bacarasbabe​ for sharing her wonderful ideas and feedback! x

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[cannedsoupsucks]

This is such a glorious description of Obi-wan

This man was the epitome of light amidst this endless wave of nothingness, and oh, how it showed.

I love Obi and I love Din, and to have them both together is a dream come true

Drifter (series) ch.i. so far down

Din Djarin x F!Reader x Obi Wan Kenobi

a story of romance & trust

18+ only, rating: mature, love, declarations of love, love confessions, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, intimacy, fluid sexuality, internal conflicts, complicated relationships, star wars au, alternate timeline, canon divergence, din djarin, obi wan kenobi, language, mature adult content ✨

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"she's spoken for ..."

“She’s spoken for.“ 

Your eyes dart to Din, his towering figure commanding the space of the cantina entryway, the cool wind flowing freely through the worn edges of his tattered cape. 

When the doors close behind him, you begin to shift in your seat, relieved that he had come at just the right time; feeling anxious whenever he left you alone, no matter for how long.

A simple nod of his helmet is all that’s needed for you to stay calm; his steps felt heavy with intention from the moment he arrived in the space surrounding the bar.

A man who’s kept you company, now hides his face behind a hooded cloak, speaking kindly, just as he had been the entire duration of your conversation earlier; he didn’t seem the type looking for trouble, but of course, Din didn’t know this...

The sound of his voice was unfamiliar, mysterious in a place like this, a vast desert of a planet with little to no sign of life for miles. Yet here he stands, attempting to conceal his fate with a gentle stroke of his beard colored in gold, and the light wave of his hand. 

"My apologies sir, but I do believe you are mistaken.”

“Am I?”

“Well, you seem to have already formed your own interpretation…”

A very stoic Din turns slowly to face you, trying to get a sense of the situation through the black visor of his helmet; he’s quiet, waiting for you to speak.

“It’s alright Din, this gentleman wasn’t bothering me, I promise.”

Even through the muffled sounds of his modulator, you could still hear the deep inhale of breath underneath it all; noticing the way his broad shoulders stiffen beneath the confines of armor when he’s upset, trying to ease the worry he’s kept so well hidden from you there.

Still, his stance shifts to one side, hands steady on his hips; his blaster, just within reach.

You hoped he wouldn’t have to use it.

“What do you want, drifter?”

“Forgive me, Mandalorian, I had only inquired about gaining passage on a ship. I was graciously pointed in your direction.”

“Din, he means well, really…”

Suddenly the weight of beskar felt heavier than he had understood it to be before, a bit foolish of him to jump to conclusions when he had been the one to leave you there alone in the first place.

“My price is high.”

“I have a sufficient amount of credits, my friend.”

The man who now calls Din ‘friend’ seemed harmless enough, but that didn’t take away the strange feeling of suspicion surrounding him; especially when he had been getting so close to you, just moments before. 

“And your name? … friend?”

“Ben.”

You gesture to the Mandalorian for approval, and when he nods in silent confirmation, you understand that everything would be alright.

But deep down, it was Din who needed a bit more reassurance; wanting nothing more than for you to look him in the eyes, for you to get lost in their deep shade of brown and truly remember them; and for once, show him the way.

He wanted you to help him bridge all the gaps left in between with trust, to just take all of him in with merely the softened touch of your hand; a gentle palm in the name of intuition which he’s imagined it more than once, something capable of pushing past all the boundaries of your friendship. 

However selfish it did seem, maybe that was all he needed, to remove the barriers which separated you from him; the visor, the wall surrounding his heart, whatever it may be. But, there was no clear way of knowing if that had been what you wanted, at least with him anyway...

“We leave in the morning.”

“And, the name of your ship?”

“Razor Crest." 

Ben turns towards your direction, now lowering the hood of his cloak to reveal the person underneath; a living being no longer masked by an unflattering desert shadow. 

His eyes were a startling shade of light blue, almost clear even, capable of reflecting all hints of sunlight in bright specks of charcoal and amber.

Your back straightens just at the luminous sight of them, catching your breath in your chest when you notice the creases forming into a smile around his temples.

This man was the epitome of light amidst this endless wave of nothingness, and oh, how it showed.

You can’t imagine anyone hiding themselves behind anything when they looked that handsome; and then, you began to wonder more about Din…

If the sound of his voice alone was any indication of the way he looked behind the cold black visor in which he wore; certainly your dreams would be all the more imaginative that night… 

It isn’t until Ben has shaken you from your wandering thoughts then, leaning into you with such an inviting hum of a whisper.

"Thank you, darling, I am most grateful for your help.”

“You’re very kind, we are both happy to assist.”

Ben certainly was intriguing, ethereal even, but you could tell that the man with auburn hair and sterling eyes was making Din a bit more on edge than usual; even more so now that your new travel companion had just used the word ‘darling’, handling the simple term of endearment so easily with care; completely unheard of for that of first meetings. 

You watch closely as he makes his way out of the cantina, his hands folded in front of his chest, almost somber in the way his eyes now favor the floor where so slowly he walks; a tired weight of all the galaxy, carried there with him. 

How could that possibly be when he had just been so pleasant with you before? 

You thought it was a shame for a man like him to experience any ounce of underlying melancholy; at least that was your assumption, relying entirely off of a feeling, and his resounding presence left behind there in the room. 

He couldn’t have deserved sadness or pain at all, no one does when you begin to think about it, yet, here you were, mind already veering off into uncharted waters; a place you didn’t belong getting swept up into in the first place at all.

Your impressions of the man who calls himself Ben, just another story entangled in the web of your imagination…

When a featherlight sigh escapes there from your lips, Din immediately takes notice of the way you’ve become so wound up in your own thoughts; sitting calmly there beside you now, beginning to get lost in some of his own.

He knew that he was capable of feeling, persevering through obstacles at every turn of the corner; enduring emotion with some sort of composure, bravery, and dignity. But envy? Jealousy? Infatuation? Those things he had not been prepared for, not even with the kid, for he was his foundling, it was a different kind of love; but love all the same, and just as meaningful to him, more than you could ever know.

All it took was a stranger to open his eyes to it all, becoming a part of a different arrangement, just to recognize the place where he had buried his feelings so far down.

Din felt himself being pushed towards all the slightest possibilities, where 'eventually' would have to come sooner rather than later; and there was no better time for honesty than the present.

Your eyes caress over the curve of his helmet with a glow of sincerity, capable of settling all of his fears with that of a single glance alone; pushing them all aside, to a separate space far off into the corner of the room. 

When the vision of your smile lights up your expression so beautifully with warmth, he takes it as a subtly welcome sign to reach over gently for your hand. 

His gloved palm entwines itself with yours, thumbs and fingertips wrapping themselves around each other in a tender embrace of hands; the memory of this moment, effortless and inviting, even among the simplest of places amongst your table near the bar. 

"Mesh'la, there’s something I need to tell you." 

And you listen.

… 💙

mesh'la -- beautiful

a/n -- thanks so much for reading 🌸 after a long time away from writing this, I am so happy to finally bring this story back to you. If it's entirely new for anyone here, I do hope you enjoy it & have fun on this self indulgent journey with me. I would love to know what you think ! xo A

originally written & posted 2020-present 🌸

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