#the ending feels rushed but we gon ignore that

[yrqrnc]

nct 127 reaction . . . you not saying i love you back !

pairing: 127 x reader

genre: fluff, crack, y/n pranking the boys <\3

a/n: i am one year late, but here’s the 127 version! i am so sorry for being so dead here. can’t promise i will be active again, but here is something for now.

if you haven’t yet, check out the dreamies version of this — here ! please enjoy, maybe reblog it too? <3

TAEIL

ngl he just kind of freezes and gets embarrassed even though he did nothing wrong 😭

like, he’s got that shaking-eyes and cold sweat thing going on and he’s fighting a war in his head as he tries to recall how he happened to wrong you today

but he didn’t ????? and he’s so confused

he's all like "should i say it again? did they not hear me—?"

so then, comes another "*clears throat in that father way* um, hey..? i love you (?)"

and still no response bcs you’re evil.

then he actually gets so panicked bcs WHY AREN’T YOU SAYING IT BACK THIS TIME

best believe he'll be asking you if he did something wrong and upset you somehow and all those innocent questions until you feel so bad for doing this to him

JOHNNY

is offended.

no genuinely, once he knows you’re not saying it back, he's just standing there like 🧍🏼

gives you a FULL ON side eye— actually, no it's not even side, baby, he's giving you a full on FULL EYE 👁👁

"hey, i said something."

and you’re just trying to play it off and continue with the prank and act like this stare-down thing he's doing is not affecting you

but... come on man who are you trynna fool 😭

eventually, it ends up with him trapping you in them bulky ass muscle-ly arms and not letting you breathe until you give him what he wants 🥰

now depends on you how long you can fight the suffocation of his biceps 💪🏼

TAEYONG

oMYGOD no bcs he WAITS so devastatingly for you to say it back, because he genuinely believes you’re gonna say it back :((((

and then a whole fucking minute passes, and you're still going about your business like you ain't even heard him

and his mind is like ❓️❓️❓️❓️☹️❓️❓️☹️❓️☹️❓️☹️❓️☹️❓️☹️❓️☹️❓️❓️☹️☹️☹️☹️

and he's so sweet he says it aGAIN in such a soft manner

"i love you :("

and your bitchass is strong enough to continue with your act so you're all like "mmhm you're getting late for the meeting taeyong"

now okay, the i love you avoidance was eNOUGH and you just go ahead and call him with his government name

THE LOOK ON HIS FACE

when i say, THE LOOK ON HIS FACE 😠😠‼️‼️‼️ AND YOU CAUSED IT

he gets so sad but he doesn’t even know what to do, so he just murmurs a tiny "oh ok." and just sadly grabs his bag and walks out the door

and tHEN you rush out to grab him before he actually leaves upset, and press kisses against his face as you laUGH (how dare u😟) and tell him you were just pranking him

now watch him ignore you for his own satisfaction lmao

(pls don’t do this to him it was physically hard to write it☹️)

YUTA

you gotta have some guts for this lmao

he knows you’re playing (or atleast that’s what he wants to believe)

in the back of his mind, he’s lowkey worried if you’re hurt or upset because of anything he did but no one knows that, no one talks about that 🥰

he’s like "oh, alright. this how we gon' play?" and you’re just fighting for your life, trying to hide the deceiving grin climbing up your face

and purposefully, to tease you, he goes "nevermind whatever i said, i take it back actually—" and now YOU'RE offended bcs???? no???? that's not how it was supposed to go

oh, how the turn tables 👹👹👹

DOYOUNG

gets offended (pt 2) but in a less sassy way than mr. johnny

in his mind, he's thinking "the audacity??? not saying it back???? to me????"

and even though he's irritated (lovingly) by you, he says it just once more incase you missed it

but no, still no reply. and he just huffs and you can hear him go like "fine." under his breath 😭

doesn’t even bother giving you any further reactions lmao

he just goes about his business and acts like you don’t exist bcs you didn’t say it back, like, why didn’t you say it back 🙄

then you get so disappointed bcs??? hello where's the dramatic reaction i (you) wanted???

and so you walk up to him and you're like "you were supposed to react better"

and he gets 10x more offended like,,, REACT???? YOU LET ME SAY A ONE-SIDED I LOVE YOU FOR SOME REACTION???

might jump you, gawk at you or ignore you depending on his mood <3

JAEHYUN

he just finds it funny tbh 😭

like, what is this kid trynna do lmao😹😹😹 (irrespective of whether you're older or younger, bcs you’ll always be his baby<3)

gives you a kiss on the cheek and that dad laugh of his

he can’t even get mad honestly, he just thinks you’re cute lol

and then you get lowkey embarrassed and highkey upset bcs you didn’t get the reaction you wanted

but he knows just how to make you nvm that shit cause he pulls up with the "what do you want for dinner? chicken wings? dumplings?"

and your mind just goes "OH FOOD 😁‼️" like,, prank??? what prank???

JUNGWOO

depending on his mood, he can either get really sulky or he can be really random w his reaction🧍🏻‍♀️

if he's feeling soft that day, then he’ll get sulky and really pouty (on purpose ofcccc)

would probably fake-cry and start wailing real loud that you don’t love him anymore 😭

on the other handdd, if he’s feeling playful when you pull this shit, then...

things might take a different turn

might start throwing cringe and corny pickup lines to get your attention 💀

oRRRR/and he might just give you that smug look of his and start saying some really random shit like "they love me so much, they can't find good enough words to express it 😁🥰"

like BOIII WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM WHAt are you talking— 😭😭

MARK

find his reaction here !

HAECHAN

find his reaction here !

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[leafington]

𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙩𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩. 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩. - kento n.

content warning !! - smut (finally!!!!1!!1!), whatever kink using your cursed technique on your partner is, piv penetration, doggy, black!fem reader, manhandling 🤤, nanami being big everywhere, squirting, praise, light degradation, unprotected sex, a tad rushed in the end

a/n - based off this post but ignore the part where he said nanami'd have to be gentle bc we gon take it like a CHAMP 😤

There's a rough hand circled around your neck, punishing not only your pussy, but your insides that are begging for mercy from the rough thrusts on the other end. Nanami's bent you under him like this for what feels like hours now, he looks like a man on a mission, desperate for ease and relaxation, the only way he can recieve it is pistoning his cock inside his beautiful and willing wife, the one babbling 'please' in broken syllables.

"You can take it, baby. I know you can, doing so good f'me." He coos encouragingly in your ear, too bad the only thing you can process is how thick his dick is, streching you out in the best way imaginable, walls so incredibly expanded to his shape that it even recgonizes that lovely vein that rips the right moans from you.

The sheets have nearly come off the mattress, deep and concentrated pumps causing the headboard to hit the wall a few times, making Nanami have to hold it to avoid putting a dent and to keep himself sane before he spills everywhere. Each and every time he slides out, you contract, tightening around him and hitting your spongy spot perfectly when he rams back in. "Ooohhh, fuckfuckfuck, right there! Yes! Mmmh!" You whine almost incoherently, sensing your abdomen getting tense for another release.

A second hand, one that was previous preoccupied on your ass, pushes down on your back, practically englufing the surface of it all. He leans over, still not quite there, but he's chasing it, the feeling of release at his fingertips.

His eyes are squeezed shut, he can't imagine what'll happen if he looks down and sees the white ring around his length. Nanami refuses to cum that unfortunately, he needs to feel it, have it be taken from him in the most dire way conceivable. Nanami's eyes fly open feeling that delicious squeeze from your hole, a whine following suit. "You close? You're gonna milk me like that." He perches himself on your arched back. "Yes, shit, 'm gonna cum.. baby, please." You beg, tears trailing down your face from the weakening sensation. "Not yet. You come when I do, understand?" He nearly growls, although it's low from his frustration.

You ramble out a few no's, you're not even sure if you can handle holding it until he says so. You're grasping at whatever is within arm's reach, knuckles going pale from the shameful grip.

Shit. He can see all your weak points... one being faint but clearly prominent from the signal you're giving, pushing yourself back into him furthering him. Nanami never pictured himself using such a method to get you over the edge, and for all he know it could be dangerous. But he needs it, the shiver down his back that comes with a great aftershock from draining himself, that breath of air from the intensity of it all, Nanami has to feel your cunt caving in around him—nearly trapping him to cum inside.

So he does.

With a contained amount of force, he pulls his hips back and delivers the most powerful force into your lower-body that travels down your back, accompanied by your restriction giving out on you and coating everything from your legs to his thighs in transparent, gooey, liquid, your whines ricocheting off the walls. Your body's compensating for it by making you tremble, right agaisnt your husband who's giving you his all, seed nearly flowing out as he grunts adorably from the shock. His hands squeeze your hips, attempting to recover from the blow that domino effected back to him while pouring into you.

"That's it. Yeahh, look at my dirty girl milking me dry." Nanami thanks you, giving a gentle and appreciative kiss to the temple.

©2024 leafington dont steal please!! :)

[creepswrites]

Hi! How are you?

First of all I just want to say that I really love your writing style <3

I also have an idea if you might be interested (if you don't want to write about it, that's okay feel free to ignore this request)

May I request for Bo Sinclair and he's teaching a reader how to play billiard? I don't know if you remember the scenes when Bo is in the living room and we can see they have a billiard table there (I wanted to show you pictures but I couldn't send them so I hope this makes sense)

Anyway thanks in advance

Have a nice day/night!

okay so i rewatched the entire movie start to finish for your request to see the table and I THINK IVE GOT AN IDEA OF HOW TO DO THIS, i hope you like it!!

BO SINCLAIR TEACHING GN! READER HOW TO PLAY POOL

"Bo, are you sure I'm gonna get the hang'a this?" You pouted slightly, leaning against the table as Bo set up the game. "It sounds complicated."

"'We'll take it slow. Ain't no rush." He smiled at you as he passed your own cue stick. "So this here's the cue stick. 's got a lil chalk piece on the end there, that's the side yer gon' shoot the balls with."

You frowned as you looked between the sticks. "Yours is longer than mine."

Bo snorted, making you swat him. Perv. "Yer shorter than me, 's to be fair." He ruffled your hair playfully and began organizing the balls in the center of the table inside a triangular rack. "So, I'mma break the rack. Ya use the cueball, the all white one here, an' whatever ball I knock into the pockets is my color."

You watched Bo carefully line up the shot and launch the cue ball into the cluster of balls, stripes and solids scattering about the plane of green. A single yellow ball fell into a side pocket. "Alright, now what?" You asked curiously.

"Well, I'm solids, so you gotta use that lil white ball to knock the striped balls 'round." Bo said, leaning dramatically on his cue stick. "Try 'n get 'em into the pockets 'fore I get the solids in."

Seemed simple enough. "And whoever gets all their balls in wins?"

Bo nodded, a warm smile on his face. While he knew pool wasn't really your thing, he appreciated your efforts to learn for him. "Yep. Get all the balls in, knock the 8 ball in, an' ya win." He gave you a little shrug. "Easy."

You blinked in confusion. "Wait, but, the 8 ball is a solid?"

"Yeah, y'ain't wrong. But we both gotta play for it. 'sides, otherwise the balls're too uneven." Bo hummed, motioning you to come closer. Once you stepped into his space, he pulled you gently against his chest. "Alright, I'mma show ya how to line up a shot."

"You sure this ain't just an attempt to bend me over a table?" You teased him with a playful elbow.

Bo's face was red as he cleared his throat. You made a mental note to touch on that later. "So, use your fingers to rest the cue stick," he said, voice low in your ear as he guided your hands to rest on the table, "An' rest the stick there atop your fingers. Makes it easier to shoot. Now, aim at the cue ball and try to knock it into one'a them striped balls. See if you can get it into the pocket there in the corner."

You bit your lower lip and squeezed one eye closed in concentration. It took a few scratches at the table but eventually you knocked the cue ball against the striped ball. It bumped gently against the side of the table and you blew a raspberry.

"You got it, darlin'. Takes practice 'sall." Bo said, kissing the crown of your head. "Way better at this then Vince, that's for damn sure."

"Bo, I didn't even knock a ball in." You pouted yet again, leaning into his hold.

He nodded, chuckling. "Yep. Still better than Vince."

You poked at him with the cue stick and he barked out a laugh.

[careful-please]

Realm three: Star Wars

I popped into a strange planet while arguing with the "Maker" about my "devotion to the mission." I just didn't care about anything they wanted. I just wanted to go home. In frustration I had to weave precariously throw laser blasts and sprinting soldiers. I ran straight into a crowd of panicking civilians right as the Jedi came into view. An unlucky hit to my shoulder blades had me on the floor in unimaginable pain. Phaser blasters hurt way worse than arrows. Who knew?

When I opened my eyes next we were already in orbit and all the refugees were being freighted to the Temple. Qui-Gon was assigned to be my minder while I recovered and I ended up earning his trust. I decided if every mission was going to involve pain and violence I needed to learn how to defend myself properly. Brute force wasn't going to cut it, I needed to be competent. So I trained with Obi-Wan in martial arts, pilot lessons, and tactical knowledge. I was growing closer to the master-padawan duo. Dangerously close.

I decided that Anakin's arrogance could be tempered by his mother's love and moved mother and son to a remote peaceful planet where the Sith and the Jedi never found them. But I still wanted Padme to be part of his life. It was tricky figuring a subtle way to introduce them so they would still fall in love. But eventually they married and Luke was born.

Convincing everyone to ignore the fact that I never visually aged or slowed down at all was easier than I thought. But Qui-gon was always watching. On his deathbed he asked I watch over Obi-Wan as he trained Luke. It was a rough day for everyone. And still I wasn't ready when Obi-Wan fell in battle several years later. Made harder to bear because in a moment of weakness I sent him on his final mission with a kiss.

Luke took it hardest, even snapping at his sister. She was already pregnant and Luke was struggling with the war and his master's death. I had to step up and ease his sorrow. When the war finally ended I moved my focus to Ben. I supported him when his parents were absent. I listened when others commanded. And that is how I kept him from Snoke. But it wasn't enough. The story wasn't over yet. Rey was still waiting.

They met by genuine accident. Ben was upset that Han had rushed off to another misadventure and decided to blow some steam off on Jakku. When I had caught up with him he was trying to pressure her into joining the Jedi. A few days of playing mediator and I got them both off the planet. Luke nearly lost his mind from the stress of the whole situation and tried to refuse to train Rey. I argued that if he wouldn't, Ben definitely would. And since Ben was still a young padawan Rey would likely develop bad habits if Luke persisted in his refusal.

Obviously he was suffering more from the war than he let on. So I dedicated some time to unraveling his fears. That was when I slipped right into the well of feelings I had tightly sealed off ever since the first day. We fell into bed together and I cried properly. The "Maker" was whispering about moving on to the next mission even though I wasn't quite done here. I was granted just enough time to see Luke make the final choice to sacrifice himself to save Rey and Ben from Palpatine. Just enough time to bury him and ensure the dyad bond was firm before I was pulled into the next realm.

Standing on the cliff overlooking Týr's temple, I swore to the false maker I would do everything to fight his purpose even though I knew I could never purposely endanger anyone to do so.

[carters-coffee]

Imagine giving Clair a break from work

Word Count: 1,389

Notes: Nsfw warning for this, 18+ only. I've been wanting to write for Clair for awhile and I feel kindaaa bad the first thing I write for her is shameless smut but not too bad XD also HUGE thanks to my friend @sapphichellie for drafting the first half of this otherwise there prolly would've been like 2k words of emotional buildup before anything actually happened and I prolly wouldn't have finished the spicy part.

Okiedokie here it is

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You open the door to the study slowly, a bowl of fresh strawberries in your hand. Clair is sitting in the chair at her desk. It's littered with sheets of paper, preserved bug samples, and books opened up to diagrams and thesis on things like insect anatomy and species differentiation. She's pouring over one such book now, and you can tell by the furrow of her brow that she's completely engrossed in what she's doing.

"Hi, baby." You say softly. "I brought you a snack."

She smiles and hums her thanks, not tearing her eyes away from the book. You move further into the room.

"Can't you take a small break?" You ask, finding a space for the bowl amid the clutter and planting yourself on the footstool next to her.

"No, sorry darling. I've got to finish this, no time for breaks..." She trails off, speaking in that airy, distracted tone she always gets when she's focused on a project.

"But don't you want some strawberries?" You ask. "They're fresh from the garden, I just picked them."

She still doesn't look up, even when you lightly nudge the bowl towards her.

"Mmh, maybe later..." She adjusts her glasses and scribbles a note in the journal she has laying next to the book.

In all honesty, you didn't come just to bother her with strawberries. For the past few weeks she's been working late every night, often only leaving her study and collapsing into bed next to you when she could no longer write a coherent sentence. You missed spending time with her, and she deserved a chance to relax.

And you had something in mind she hadn't received for awhile.

You get up from the stool and move behind her, working your fingers into her shoulders. You're surprised at how tense they are - must be the result of sitting hunched over a desk for so long - and as her muscles slowly loosen under your touch, accompanied by a pleased groan from her, you start removing the light yellow cardigan she's wearing, gently tossing it to the side.

You notice she's wearing one of your favorite sundresses of hers, and you start peppering soft kisses across her shoulders, running one of your hands down her body to her thigh and rubbing slowly while the other still massages her shoulder.

"Clair, please come to bed. I've missed you." You move your kisses up to her neck, now sucking slightly.

She only hesitates for a moment before protesting. "Really, baby, I've got to get this done." She moves her shoulder up to block you and brushes your hands away.

You scoff, offended that she would choose her work over you. You have one last thing to try, the only way of getting her attention at this point. You're sure it will work, it never failed to make her melt in your hands.

You drop to your knees, moving under the table to where her legs were. Grabbing her by the knees, you push her legs apart.

"Baby, what are you doing?" She says, leaning away from the desk to look down at you. You move your hand under her dress and start rubbing the outside of her underwear, biting your lip and looking up at her through your lashes for the full effect. She moans softly, gripping the desk and rising her hips to your touch.

"Just let me take care of you, Clair." You hook your fingers into the hem of her underwear, pulling them down, and she lifts her hips to help you. Then you grab her and pull her to the edge of the seat, your intentions now clear as your breath graces her core. She's not wet yet, but you can tell how badly she wants you by the way she spreads her legs a little wider, her breathing uneven.

You place a feather light kiss on the sensitive skin where her thigh joins her body. "Do you remember the last time I touched you like this?" You murmur.

"Mhm. Last... last month."

"Last month." You repeat. "Such a long time." You let your lips barely brush her folds as you move to kiss the same place on the other side. "But you remember how good it felt, don't you?"

You receive a jerky nod in response, and she moves one of her hands down to lace her fingers with yours.

"Do you remember the way you turned to putty in my hands? How relaxed you were?" You ask as you press kisses along the line of her lips, purposely not spreading them apart just yet. "I wanna make you feel like that again, Clair."

You finally use your tongue to spread her lips apart, licking from the base of her entrance to the tip of her clit. The motion is slow and possessive, your tongue pressed flat and firm against her. Her fingers tighten around yours and her hips buck up as she lets out a noise of pleasure somewhere between a whimper and a moan. You did the same thing again, this time letting your tongue flick teasingly inside her entrance.

"Oh, please." She moans, burying her other hand in your hair and pulling you closer. Her nails scrape the back of your scalp slightly, sending tingles erupting down your spine.

"Mm... please what?" You ask, going back to kissing the now exposed pink flesh.

"Your-your tongue. Inside me, please, baby."

Her begging makes heat rush to your stomach, and you press one more soft kiss to her clit before dipping your tongue completely inside her, swirling it around. The taste of her explodes in your mouth, sweet and warm, and you feel her thighs tense under your fingers as she clenches around you, letting out a sigh of relief. You begin pumping your tongue in and out and she falls back against the chair, eyes closed in pleasure.

"Look at me, honey." You say, removing your tongue to swirl it around her clit. Her eyes snap open and she gazes down at you, hips bucking into your mouth. The look of pure pleasure on her face makes the heat in your stomach even more intense, turning to a hot coil, and you continue alternating between her clit and fucking her with your tongue, wanting to make the pleasure as sweet and slow as you can. She whines and squirms in your grasp, her pants and whimpers of your name egging you on. Every time she closes her eyes you dig your nails slightly into the soft skin on the inside of her thighs, reminding her to keep looking at you. Her small thrusts become strong, then messy as she gets closer to her orgasm.

"I'm about to... come.." She finally gasps out, wrapping her legs around you. Her heels dig into the small of your back. You only hum in response, the vibration sending a shudder through her body.

You feel it the moment her orgasm washes over her, in the way she clenches around your tongue as her juices flow into your mouth. Her hand untangles itself from yours, joining the other in your hair to press you harder against her while her hips rut into your face, her thighs spasming as you keep them forced open. Her moans of bliss are music to your ears, sending waves of pleasure through you while she rides out her orgasm.

When its over, you keep dragging your tongue through her folds, wanting to get every last drop of her arousal before she pushes you away from the over stimulation. Then you climb up into the chair, straddling her and capturing her in a deep kiss before either of you could catch your breath.

You pull away, taking in her post-orgasmic appearance. Her face and chest are flushed pink, her glasses are a little askew and she's panting slightly, her chest rising and falling with the motion. You fix her glasses and run your thumbs soothingly over her cheeks.

"How was it?" You ask.

"I may have to take breaks a little more often." She says breathlessly. You laugh and kiss her again.

"Will you please come to bed, now?" You murmur against her lips. At her nod, you take her hand and lead her to the bedroom where you two spend the rest of the night.

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I’m not putting a tag list this time coz i dont wanna accidentally tag someone underage.

[tommysparker]

Never Forget You [Chapter 4]

A/N: hey y’all. just wanna say sorry for the posting schedule change. life is about to get hella hectic with school and the move sooo yeah. every second Saturday I will be posting! it’ll defiantly give me a chance to write more as well so im not rushing out chapters. anyways ive rambled long enough, enjoy :) 

Warnings: angst. theres fluff too but its fluffy angst?? im not sorry hehe. long italic paragraphs = flashbacks. 

From an outside perspective, one would assume the four of them were deep in thought, perhaps even communicating telepathically via the Force. They would only be half correct, as all of the Jedi were indeed thinking, but none of their trains of thought overlapped.  

Anakin and Ahoska were in the pilot seats, glancing at each other every other minute or so. They could feel the tension build thicker with every passing planet. The only sound filling the room was the faint running of the engine that kept the ship moving. 

You and Obi-Wan sat across from each other, neither one daring to make eye contact. Apparently, he was quite serious about the “not speaking from now on” agreement. It’s for the best, you kept telling yourself. However, the awkward silence that filled the ship made it harder to believe that. 

Out of all the things that could happen to you at the moment, this was by far the worst. 

On Gyfil, you had grown quite used to the sound of silence. In fact, over time you began to prefer it as opposed to the buzz of the towns. However, this was a different type of silence, one that had you bouncing your knee in anticipation for Anakin to announce you finally landed. 

Master Yoda had called you all for a mission briefing. There was a supposed Separatist group meeting on Ostor, given the intel you received from a client on your previous mission. The four of you were sent to listen in on it. 

“Young Skywalker and Padawan Tano, back up you will be. Great risks on Ostor, there are. Careful, you must be.” He turned to Obi-Wan and You. “Master Y/l/n, guide them you must do. In charge of the mission, I am putting you.” 

A sense of pride filled your body but you quickly humbled yourself. “Thank you Master.” 

Master Yoda smiled and turned to Obi-Wan. “Infiltrate the meeting, you and Master Y/l/n will. Stay together, you must.” 

Obi-Wan would have laughed at the irony. Mentally he still is. Stay together, you must. After the last conversation between the two of you, he had doubts about how that plan would go. However, for the sake of the mission he was willing to lift the deal made. 

You stood quietly, not being able to handle the loud silence any longer. “I’ll be in my quarters until we land,” you announced, making a point not to look at Obi-Wan and keep all attention to Anakin and Ahsoka. 

You left without sparing a glance back. 

He waited until you were out of view to let out a long sigh, running a hand over his beard and hunching forward. 

Anakin was the first to speak. “That was the worst thing I’ve ever had to endure.” His shoulders shook as he made a disgusted sound. “Glad it’s finally over.” 

“Just focus on getting us there in one piece, Anakin,” Obi-Wan snapped, immediately followed by, “apologizes, I didn’t mean to sound so...aggressive.” 

“So much for being able to hide stress, huh?” 

He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Some things are harder to deal with than others.” 

“Is Master Y/l/n ‘some things’?” Ahoska asked innocently. 

Obi-Wan pondered for a minute, deciding the best way to answer. “Master Y/l/n is...many things.” 

“Like what?” 

Gorgeous. Strong. Kind. Perfect in every way. “They are highly skilled, almost as well as I am, if not better. A fine Jedi and a valuable member to the Order.” He stopped there before he’d say something he’d come to regret. Best to keep professional thoughts. 

“I still don’t understand why the Council sent them away like that. Surely there were other Jedi that could have completed the mission,” Anakin commented. He knew his former Master wasn’t satisfied with the answer they were all given but would never admit it. He had to push him to find the truth. 

“Whatever reasons Master Yoda and Master Windu had for picking Y/n are between them. You must stop questioning the Council’s intentions, Anakin. It will land you in very big trouble one day.” Obi-Wan says as if he hasn’t second guessed the Order as a whole before. Ignorance is bliss, as they say. The less you question things, the easier life is. 

“That’s why I keep you around, old man,” Anakin said in a teasing manner. Hearing Obi-Wan let out a light chuckle made him feel a bit better as they settled into silence once more, this time more comfortable and light-hearted. 

A bit more time had passed before Ahsoka spoke up. “Why don’t you ask Master Y/l/n what really happened?” 

Obi-Wan sighed. He should have known better than to believe she would drop the topic. Like Master, like Padawan. “It’s none of my business. Frankly, it’s none of ours so I suggest we leave the subject alone.” 

His answer, apparently, wasn’t good enough. “I’m gonna go ask them.” Ahsoka stands up to leave but is stopped mid-movement by Obi-Wan’s protests. 

“No!” He looked at Ahsoka’s slightly stunned face, and chose to ignore Anakin’s smug look. “Fine, I’ll ask them. But only once, and if they don’t want to indulge me then that is the end of it. Do I make myself clear?” 

“Crystal.” 

Meanwhile, you sat alone on the bed in your chosen quarters. It made you feel relaxed, in a way. Before leaving, you were extremely extraverted, always going out of your way to make acquaintances with everyone around you. The life forces around you at night kept you alive, it gave a sense of warmth and comfort to lull you to slumber. On Gyfil, there was none of that. You had to rely on your own warmth to comfort yourself to sleep. No lush trees or animals to provide even the smallest bit of connection. It was just You and the Force. Sleeping for the first time in the Jedi Temple after returning felt like a sensory overload. Everything was loud, and rough. You could feel it coursing through your veins at the speed of light. No matter what you did, it was too much. 

You didn’t sleep the first few days. Eventually you got used to the noise, but not enough to get a decent amount of rest at night. There was one sound that sometimes made it impossible to sleep, one Force signature that kept trying to break through the walls you put up to protect yourself when you’re most vulnerable. What scared you the most was the fact your own signature subconsciously fought back against the walls you put. You refused to acknowledge it, choosing to fall into a deep meditative slumber and stay alert as opposed to any actual sleep. Whoever it was would not get into your head so easily. 

Knock knock. Obi-Wan stepped into the room once his presence was made known, gently shutting the door behind him. “Y/n…” 

You looked up and squinted at him. “I thought we agreed to not speak?” 

“Yes, well, that proves to be a bit tricky now doesn’t it?” He smiled tightly and crossed his arms over his chest. 

You huffed out air in a sorry attempt at a sarcastic laugh, shaking your head a little. “What do you want, Obi-Wan?” 

It was neither hostile nor endearing. It was simply his first name. To him you sounded tired, and judging by the way you sat on the cot, leaning back against the cold metal wall with your eyes half opened, he presumed his assumption was correct. He spoke gently, “Anakin estimates we should be coming out of hyperspace and landing soon.” 

“I figured.” It wasn’t your intention to be stoic but that's how you’ve been training yourself to speak to the man in front of you. The faster the conversation ends, the faster he leaves. 

Obi-Wan, however, was not having it. “How are you feeling? I know it hasn’t been that long since you returned from your previous assignment.” 

You shrugged, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m fine.” 

“No one who says that is ever truly ‘fine’ Y/n/n,” he says, taking a step closer to the bed. “I know you. What’s on your mind, darling?” 

You slowly met his gaze, debating whether to open up or keep yourself closed off. On one hand, the idea of exposing your anxieties to someone didn’t feel right to you, letting someone know about your weaknesses and insecurities. However, you knew in order for the mission to succeed you would have to be willing to work with Obi-Wan and to do that a sense of trust had to be built. Rebuilt, technically. 

“If you wish not to speak, I understand.” He hesitated turning his back to you, “excuse me.” He was about to make his leave before you interrupted. 

“Obi-Wan, wait,” You sighed, shifting so there was room for him to sit on the bed. “Sit.” 

He did as he was told, eyeing you carefully. “Honestly, I don’t mean to pry.” 

“It’s fine.” You knew his intentions and as pure as they were you cannot bring yourself to tell him the truth. “I admit that I...am slightly concerned about the mission.” 

It wasn’t the answer Obi-Wan was hoping for, but he was willing to hear anything he could get out of you. “You have nothing to be worried about Y/n/n. You’re an extremely capable Jedi and I have no doubt in my mind you will lead us through it.” 

You smiled, only slightly but a smile nonetheless. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” He smiled back. 

Your eyes locked tight with each other, and everything around you became emptiness. A void surrounded you both and the presence of the other was all that could be felt. 

“Staring competitions are pointless.” You rolled your eyes, sitting up straight and attempting to return your meditative state. 

“No they aren’t!: Obi-Wan argued from his spot across from you. 

“All you do is stare at each other until someone blinks. Waste of time.” 

“Nuh uh. Master Qui-Gon told me that--” Obi-Wan stood up, “--‘The eyes are a window to the soul’--” you laughed at the bad attempt he made to mimic his Master;s voice, “--therefore staring competitions can be a very good battle tactic.” 

“Jedi don’t do battles, remember? We’re peacekeepers.” You looked up at your friend. “Besides, you just want an excuse to get lost in my eyes.” 

Obi-Wan grinned. “You know me so well.” 

So much has changed about the man in front of you, you could hardly recognize him. You never allowed yourself the pleasure to examine what you missed out on. One moment he was a young man who looked like he could take on the universe, and now all you could see was one tired man doing his best. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, is what the old You would have teased. But post-living-ten-years-by-yourself You was different. In a way, you understood. Although you didn’t fight any life-threatening battles and put yourself in the line of fire every week, you have worked tirelessly towards the same goal. 

Peace. 

Like this moment. 

For once, it was quiet. You felt yourself relax slowly, focusing on the one noise that soothed your anxious mind. It felt warm and...close. Something you haven’t felt in a long, long time. 

Obi-Wan leaned closer, his heart reacting faster than his brain. He felt a warmth he had been longing for over a decade. When he reached out, he no longer felt desolate. He wanted to hold on to the feeling and never let go. 

But alas in time of war, small moments of peace only last for so long. 

“Hey! We’re here.”  

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───high and dry.

summary: no one can predict what day will be their last, and you don’t want any regrets. it looks like now is as good a time as any to tell obi-wan all you’ve wanted.

tw: angst, mentions of death and injury.

ONESHOT. ⟶ 2,375 WORDS.

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There were plenty of feelings you didn’t enjoy. Disappointment, heartbreak, when you step in a puddle with your socks on. Maybe that last one was the worst, but nothing compares to pain. Real pain. Throbbing pain. The kind that leaves your fingertips tainted red as you try to steady your breaths and keep a clear head. The kind that leaves you with that one dreadful question no one should have to answer: am I going to die?

Yes, says the voice in your head. Yes, if you don’t move. It’s a fiery feeling that bursts at your side when you try to move an inch to the left, something that rips a yelp from your throat that you couldn’t have kept down even if you had tried. It burns but you don’t stop. You keep moving, dragging yourself along the wet ground, nails digging into the mud, until you’re beside the hole. That damned hole that you fell down. Though, that was an understatement. You were pushed down.

Despite the rasp, you call out. Help! Was anyone still there? You couldn’t care less at this moment if the person who remained standing on top was the very same person that ran you through, you just called out with all the might you had and hoped that if anyone would hear you, it would be Obi-Wan.

There was a thud only moments before that came after the sizzle of a lightsaber, and you knew that someone had won the fight. The question kept poking at your mind as you called out, but you were already as good as dead even if a threatening face dropped down to greet you. You didn’t take care to the other question that promised to tear you apart at the answer; if Obi-Wan was the victor or victim. Was he already dead? You’d rather waste away if it were true.

Then came another sound, of someone inching down the hole as small clusters of dirt sprinkled from beneath their boots. You moved your head to the side as you waited, hoping for good. A single slither of dirt came crumbling down as the figure dropped to their feet a little further from where you sat, grunting at the impact. They were weakened from the fight, no doubt, but it was only until they called out your name did you know who it was, and your questions were answered.

“Obi-Wan!” you groan, voice barely loud enough.

You try to move but the effort is too much, being poked by that fiery feeling yet again.

He rushes to your side, skidding along the mud to kneel beside you and raise a hand above your wound. “Oh Maker, no.” he breathes, something unsteady.

“I should have blocked it,” you say.

Obi-Wan shakes his head. “You couldn’t have.”

“I could have fought harder.”

“You fought well.”

“Not well enough.” it’s almost a groan when you say it. Obi-Wan shushes you but you don’t let him. “It doesn’t look good for me.”

“Stop.” he emphasizes, seeing as you ignored his attempts to quieten you. “You’re going to be fine.”

As much as you wanted to believe that, the chances of you being fine were much too slim to get your hopes up. There was only two outcomes of calling for help and one of them was not surviving this. Now that Obi-Wan is here, you’re wondering if you should have simply rolled over and accepted fatality. You couldn’t bare to actually look at the damage, but you know that even calling it a scratch wouldn’t lighten the mood. It was deep. Too deep.

He assesses your wound with more concentration, as if it had changed since the last time he looked. The only thing that changes is how much blood continues to seep out. You’re sure you’re covered in it, coating the ground as well. Despite the amount, Obi-Wan doesn’t give in. He keeps trying to push against the odds.

“If I can just stop the bleeding,” he starts, and you know it’s going to be your turn to shush him.

“Obi-Wan...”

“Keep it wrapped,” he continues. “Then get you out of here.”

“Obi-Wan,” it’s as firm as you can say it. “Look at me.”

He hesitates at first, breathing heavily as if he needs to catch up from all the words he just spoke. You notice the way he’s shaking, ever so much that you’d have to know him well to spot it. You do know him well. You know him well enough to realize he’s affected by this much more than you, and he’s going to crumble unless he can steady himself. But he manages to meet your eyes, however slowly, with that boyish fear lurking beneath the cerulean.

“It’s okay,” you whisper. He shakes his head again. “It’s okay.”

“No, no.” the tears start now, welling in his eyes and threatening to fall. “Don’t leave—don’t leave me.”

It’s not a pretty sight when your hand finds his cheek, painting his skin a deep red. That’s all of you.

“I can’t,” he chokes out. “I can’t... not again.”

He doesn’t make sense, but you don’t voice your thought. The injuries you’ve sported from your other missions haven’t always been small, but you’ve outlived them. Being in a situation as life threatening as this can be counted on one hand, and even that would be excessive. You’ve always bounced back. This time, though, the springs are feeling worn out.

“I can’t lose you too.” he whispers, a tear spilling down his cheek.

“Oh, Obi-Wan,” you breathe, bringing your hand down to grab at the fabric of his tunic, silently cursing at yourself for this very moment and how it had to happen. “I’m so sorry.”

It was like when he was a padawan, wasn’t it? When he had fought beside his master, yet it wasn’t enough at the time. The way Qui-Gon had been slain, it was like how you were attacked—lightsaber pushed into your side. Obi-Wan’s worry and trembling attempts to assure your survival was an instinctual defense mechanism, all because of what he experienced as a boy. Oh, Obi-Wan, you think. Oh, my sweet Obi-Wan. I’ll be brave for you.

“No, not again.” you assure him, swallowing thickly. “My cloak. You can wrap the wound with that.”

You barely have the strength to point over to it, where it lays soaking after it had fallen down the hole much earlier than you had. Obi-Wan hurries to grab it, folding it to thicken the material and have the cleaner side outward.

“Can you sit up?” he asks you.

You sigh, knowing how the fire is going to return again the moment you move, but nod regardless. Obi-Wan scoops a careful arm under your body to tilt you forward and though you try not to curse, the longer you’re in this position the more it stings and you cry out.

Obi-Wan’s quick to return you against the wall, voice rising out of fear. “I thought I could move you.”

“Yes, but I never said it wouldn’t hurt.” the last word comes out in a hiss. You would explain to him that it was because of the pain and not because you’re frustrated, but you doubt he cares about being offended at this point. Honestly, neither should you. “Keep going.”

Though he grunts at your response, he moves you forward again to quickly bring the cloak around your abdomen and wrap what he can before resting you back. The cloak feels tight wrapped around you, but it doesn’t seem to bother your wound. You don’t mention it. Instead, you reach deep within your trouser pocket to pull out your comlink, slick with your blood.

“Since yours broke,” you say, pushing it into Obi-Wan’s open hand.

The comment manages to earn a raspy chuckle from him, though his smile doesn’t stay for long. “I go through too many.”

“Yes and cloaks, too.” when he gives you a look, you crinkle your nose at him. “Such the drama queen.”

“I can’t help it,” it seems to be a half-minded comment before he flicks the comlink open, trying to hide the squeamish look on his face as he pounds a finger down on the button to call, but you catch the way he stares at the blood.

He speaks into the comlink firmly, asking for aid. There’s a rough static acting as a reply before it hisses once and a voice, barely audible, begins to speak. Though Obi-Wan tries to inform the other person as best as he can, there’s too much feedback to get a clear sentence through. He tries again, then again, then once more before a whine screeches out of the speaker and it sends Obi-Wan into a soppy rage you’ve never seen before; slamming the comlink shut as he cries out.

“Hey,” you start, just finding your voice by the end of the word. “It’s okay.”

“They don’t know we’re here,” Obi-Wan bellows. “How can this be okay? I—I’m not a medic. I can’t... I can’t help you.”

The air stays quiet as you wait for Obi-Wan to take a breath, watching the frustration fade from his jaw first and then his brows. You would always tell him that he was not a very good liar because of those eyes of his and the way his brows arch or furrow. You’re the only one who knows me like that, he had told you. You had hoped to know him more before this day came.

“Hold me.”

“What?” he asks, and there’s that boyish look in his eyes again.

It’s what you need right now. Even if it were a silly thought, being held by Obi-Wan could cure any disaster. If there ever were a time to be selfish, it’s now. So, you simply nod your head at him, letting him know you meant what you said, then he’s moving beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders to gently lower you—head rested on his lap.

This is it, you think. The perfect place to die. He was still warm, unlike you who was growing colder each minute. He held you comfortably and intimately, something you yearned for since the day you realized just how in love with him you truly are. It’s perfect. You’re in the arms of the man you love.

His hand seeks out yours, holding it tightly. “There’s so much left for us. All the things we always wanted, they’re still waiting for us. So you can’t leave. Okay? You have to stay.”

His words are softer, slower. Not frantic like they had been before. You don’t know if the change in tone is because he believes the words he says or if he’s accepted what you already have. It’s only now, with those words, that it starts to sink in just how unfair this is. You had promises, but what good were they now?

“You’re right,” you say, feeling the tears prickling. “There’s so much... so many things we still haven’t done. So many words I haven’t spoken. So, I’m going to say them now... if you’d listen.”

Obi-Wan nods, moving closer if it were at all possible. “Tell me.”

Licking your lips, you need to coat these words. “I promise... to love you... and to cherish you, til death do us part.”

A sob breaks the flow of your words, both from your own lips and Obi-Wan’s. It rocks you both, shaking down your spine and to your toes. It feels like it rocks the earth as well, and you can barely keep the tears back when Obi-Wan begins crying in earnest now, letting out all of the pain he was holding back to keep him sane. You’d feel the pain too, but your body is numb. It’s been numb for a while and you wouldn’t dare tell him. You just cry with him over the promise you both made to each other and won’t be able to keep—his promise to love you completely, like you love him, and to share a name, share a heart, share a home. All of it is broken now. There’s no hope left.

It was a dream you two shared, of living a life away from the Order and away from the war. A life you could both grow old together in, where your story would be shown in the grey hairs and the wrinkled skin. The stories that could be past down from your children to theirs. The love you share would coat the stars, but your heart will rest between the sparkles until he could meet you again in the next life. Maybe it will treat you kinder.

The image in your head of saying those vows to Obi-Wan properly, somewhere warm and secluded, sits behind your eyelids when you close them, starting to fade in his arms as his cries reverb. You watch the scene where you take his hand and slip the ring on his finger, smiling as bright as the flowers he had picked out. You see his hair shining golden in the sunlight, an iridescent happiness that swells up in his chest as he says I do. You watch him lean to you closer, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss unmatched from all the others. But you feel it too. Now, in this moment outside of your dream, you feel Obi-Wan’s kiss, and you realize when his tears touch your cheeks that he’s giving you the kiss that will last forever, if now was the only time he could promise it.

Without the strength to kiss him back, you let go. You let yourself slip away. You ready your course to the stars to watch over him. Now or never, and now until forever. Though, the stars prove out of your reach when you hear something, and it’s when Obi-Wan’s lips pull away from yours do you recognize the sound. It’s your comlink. It chimes and you can hear Obi-Wan’s voice spring to life, almost washing you over and reviving you, and suddenly your senses awaken when his hand touches your cheek and his voice opens your eyes.

“They’re coming, darling. Hold on.” he smiles, something confident. “And I promise, I’m going to marry you.”

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The Element of Engagement

Okay so this was a request from @grapemartini, and it’s so adorable and perfect!!! Plus Padawan Obi-Wan is just too adorable not to write for, so it makes things even better! I hope you all enjoy it! Gif and characters are not mine.

Description: The reader and Obi-Wan are separated from their masters, and the locals aren’t to happy about the reader’s relationship status

Warnings: mild cursing, mentions of consummating a marriage, otherwise I don’t think there is anything. If there is something I missed let me know!

“Now, don’t stray to far from us. This is a planet that you are unfamiliar with, and I don’t want to lose the best Padawan I’ve ever had the honor of training.”

Jaedkha, Y/N’s master, gave a stern yet playful look towards his apprentice. Y/N nodded at him, “Don’t worry, Master. We won’t be going anywhere.” Qui-Gon and his Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi, stood a few feet away. Obi-Wan flashed a smile towards Y/N, and they returned it instantly.

Y/N and Obi-Wan had known each other ever since they were first chosen by their masters to train in the Jedi ways. Jaedkha, a powerful Zabrak, noticed their talents immediately, and knew that Y/N was the one that they wanted to train. Now the two, along with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, were on a mission together.

The relationship between Obi-Wan and Y/N had always been strong, and they always trained together. Now here they are, finally on a high stakes mission that will aid the Jedi Council. As Jaedkha relayed the plan once again to Qui-Gon, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way Obi-Wan’s red and yellow beads reflected in the afternoon sun. Obi-Wan was thinking the same thing about Y/N, who had yellow and white beads weaved into their own Padawan braid.

The mission was simple. Find the women named Drinna, and figure out what information she had on an up and coming Sith Lord. Obi-Wan and Y/N, while still young at the age of nineteen, felt more than ready to take on this mission. As senior Padawans, the day would soon come when their masters removed their braids, and they too would become Jedis.

“Come on, the rendezvous point is this way,” Qui-Gon stated as he motioned for everyone to follow him. The two masters led the way, while Obi-Wan and Y/N lingered behind. The force energy sparked between them, and the excitement they felt inside added to it even more.

“It seems like just the other day we were still studying in a cramped classroom, and now here we are on an actual mission,” Y/N whispered to Obi-Wan excitedly as they walked a few paces behind their masters.

Obi-Wan nodded his head. “I agree completely, and once we become Jedis we will be able to go on missions like this all the time.” Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the thought. They wanted nothing more than to remain by Obi-Wan’s side for as long as they could, but with the strict rules of the Jedi Council, their relationship had to remain at a friendly level. Still, Y/N couldn’t ignore the love that pulled at their heartstring whenever they were near Obi-Wan.

Coming out of their daydream, Y/N realized that they couldn’t see Jaedkha anymore, or Qui-Gon for that matter. “Kriff,” they muttered harshly. “Our masters have disappeared into the crowd, and I can’t make them out anywhere.”

Obi-Wan tried his best to look through the crowd, but he couldn’t see anything either. “Come on, maybe this alley way will lead to where our masters are going.” Obi-Wan grasped onto Y/N’s hand without thinking twice, and Y/N felt the heat rushing to their cheeks. Then again, it could have been the humid climate of the planet. After leaving the alley, the two discovered that they were in an open market, but Qui-Gon and Jaedkha were still gone.

A smell of vanilla and fruit reached Y/N’s nostrils, and they couldn’t help but pull Obi-Wan in the direction of the smell. “Well, we might as well have a look around until we can find our masters. What harm could it do?”

Obi-Wan swallowed nervously as his eyes darted around the area flooded with people. “I have a bad feeling about this.” Suddenly, Obi-Wan also smelled a delicious aroma, and he too was lured in by it. The two Padawans found themselves at a small shack, the sign read “Barthes Baked Goods”. Inside shelves were lined with sweets, everything from small pies to doughnuts filled with eccentric alien syrups and candies. Y/N wanted to try everything, but settled on a Krishtart, a circular pastry filled with violet and ruby berries.

“This is all we will be needing,��� Obi-Wan said with a smile as he approached the register with Y/N close to his side. “How much will it be?”

“It’s on the house, dearie,” the woman behind the counter said as she smiled back. “Consider it a wedding present. Have you two been together long? I can remember the first few weeks I was with my husband, Barthes. It was blissful heaven, and considering how handsome this man is, you will enjoy your time together.” The woman winked at Y/N as she stood in shock.

Obi-Wan was equally flustered. “I’m sorry, miss, but we are not married.”

“How old are you two? You look no older than nineteen, and it is tradition that all women must find a suitable husband and be wed by their nineteenth year of age. You should be ashamed of yourself. Both of you.”

The woman was no longer smiling, and her glare made Y/N’s stomach churn. As great as marriage sounded to Y/N, it went against the code they swore to follow. Plus there was no way that Obi-Wan would every want that, or so Y/N thought. Suddenly, Barthes himself emerged from behind an emerald curtain. “If you rebellious scum don’t leave now, I will be forced to report you to the courts,” he snarled.

Y/N began to panic. Their first mission was supposed to be exciting and helpful to the galaxy, not something that could end with them and Obi-Wan on trial. Then Obi-Wan’s smooth voice divided the tension in the air.

“Well, I wanted this to be a surprise, but I guess the loth-cat is out of the bag.” Obi-Wan pulled a ring from his pocket, the silver gem gleaming in the sunlight. “I promise to stay by your side till the very end, my love. This ring shall be a symbol of my commitment to you.” Obi-Wan slid the ring on to Y/N’s finger, and he placed his own matching ring on his left hand. Y/N felt a single tear glide down their cheek.

Barthes and his wife screamed in delight, and the anger they felt before was gone. Obi-Wan grabbed Y/N’s hand and started for the door. “You come back now anytime,” Barthes called to them, “And be sure to bring your future kids too!”

Obi-Wan and Y/N stepped outside into the sun, and both of them let out a sigh of relief. “That was a close call,” Y/N stated. Obi-Wan agreed, and he looked around the still crowded market. “And our master’s are still not here,” Obi-Wan added.

“That’s not quite true.”

The two Padawans turned, and there was their two masters. Both of them were smiling, and Jaedkha gave a slight wave before speaking. “It seems that you two got into some trouble, and it’s a good thing that Obi-Wan had those rings on hand.”

“I gave them to him before we left,” Qui-Gon said. “I knew that these two would have to learn to think quickly, and what better time to teach them then now.”

“I couldn’t agree more. Now, we must meet up with Drinna. Be sure to stay close to us this time.”

Jaedkha and Qui-Gon led the way, and Y/N and Obi-Wan made sure that they kept pace with them this time around. Y/N looked over at Obi-Wan as they walked. “Listen, I know that this goes against the Jedi code, but some time in the future, I wouldn’t mind marrying you for real.”

Obi-Wan considered this statement for a moment. Would it be worth the risk? What would happen if the other Jedi found out. Then again, it wouldn’t matter, because he would at least have Y/N with him. “I think that sounds wonderful, Y/N.”

Many trials and deaths laid ahead for the two Padawans, but they would at least be able to face them together. No matter how dark things seemed, or how strong of a hold the Sith Lords had in the universe, Obi-Wan wasn’t going to let anything happen to Y/N for as long as he lived.

[moonshineboyz]

The Boyz as Chase Atlantic songs

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a/n: first of all, don't do drugs, kids. second of all, tagging @violethhj bc she asked and helped me get some of these songs cuz i was confused af, thank you my love 💕

masterlist ♡

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Lee Sangyeon — Too Late

“You're too late/ Had your girlfriend at my house for two days/ Should be obvious the reason she stayed with me/ Build a rocket ship, throw bricks in your face/ Slide in, came with perfect timing/ She climb in, picture-perfect timing/ Slide in, put that bitch beside me/ Sing this, I'm gon' bet she'll date me”

cocky mf because he's fucking his "rival's" girlfriend/hookup

bragging a lot about having you on his bed the whole weekend

might give you hickies so the guy knows what you've been up to

not letting you answer your phone when it rings

sore and shaky legs

probably not walking properly the next day

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Jacob Bae — Church

“'m about to take you back to church/ Well, tell me your confessions, baby, what's the worst, yeah?/ Baptise in your thighs 'til it hurts/ 'Cause I'm about to take you back to church”

corruption kink for sure

sucking him off

"stay on the ground until your knees hurt no more praying baby imma be your preacher"

not done until early morning

ending up with ripped panties

dirty praises

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Kim Younghoon — You Too

“Don’t choose/ If you love it then you cut the thing loose, yeah/ Dark room/ Indecisive so you know I can’t move, yeah/ You too, you too, now/ It’s hard for me to end a conversation/ With ‘I love you’ when I know it’s not true, no”

late night talk in a dark room

lacking of mutual feelings

growing apart

saying "you too" because he can't say "i love you"

holding onto a hopeless fling

past traumas

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Lee Hyunjae — Tidal Wave

“Lay your body on the floor, baby/ I love the way you breathe in/ And I’ve been drinking so much more lately/ But that’s just how I’m feeling/ If you don’t wanna break his heart, girl/ Where the fuck is he, then?/ See I just wanna waste a little time with ya/ But then I’m up and leavin’”

sunday afternoon during summer

beach house

laying lazily on the living room floor

watching the sunset from there

him hovering over you

messy hair, collarbone kisses

.

Lee Juyeon — Swim

“You picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out/ The water's getting colder, let me in your ocean, swim/ Out in California, I'll be forward stroking, swim/ So hard to ignore ya', especially when I'm smoking, swim/ The world is on my shoulders, keep your body open, swim”

cloudy and chilly day

swimming in a cold water pool

body covered in goosebumps

getting pulled out because someone's needy

being thrown into bed

sore legs due to being open for too long

.

Kevin Moon — Moonlight

“We’re running in the moonlight/ We’re dancing in the open waves/ You’re hangin’ for a good time/ Something that’ll make you stay/ And girl, you fall down again/ You tell me you’re all out again/ We’re running in the moonlight/ Could you show me the way again?”

you already saw this coming

watching the sunset together

walking along the beach at night

slowly falling in love

talking about everything and nothing at the same time

entering the water, splashing each other

kissing under the moonlight

.

Choi Chanhee/New — Love Is (Not) Easy

“Mama used to say/ ‘Boy, love isn’t easy, it’s hard’/ She said, 'Boy, love isn’t easy, it’s heartache’/ 'Boy, see everyone leaves and your heart breaks/ But I still hold on/ I’m still holdin’ on”

only hearing bad stories about love since childhood

being afraid to fall in love

or regretting it after a heartbreak

having the first heartbreak under the rain

still holding onto it though

roller coaster of bittersweet feelings

.

Ji Changmin/Q — Dancer In The Dark

“Baby, it’s that look in your eyes/ They been telling me she wanna leave/ She’s been dancing with the devil all night/ It’s like Hell is where she wanna be/ Now, watch her dance in the dark/ Watch her dance in the dark”

working in a club iykwim

colorful spotlights

exchanging glares throughout the night

feeling like there's only you and him there

wishing the night to end quickly

might go home with him later

.

Ju Haknyeon — Meddle About

“We only met each other just the other day/ But you already got me feeling some type of way/ Now, if I could figure it out/ I’d take you back to my house/ So we could meddle about”

college frat party

lust at first sight

shamelessly flirting

uncontrollable physical attraction

strong urge to take you home

messy and breathlessly making out in the car

.

Kim Sunwoo — Slow Down

“I don’t know if you already know how/ But girl, I got the feeling that you know now/ You’re buried in the pillow, yeah you’re so loud/ But I’m about to show you, baby, slow down”

red led lights and dark room

rushing to finish your drink to leave the club

and getting railed

loud, might receive a noise complaint

not leaving the bed until the sun starts to rise

waking up with a sore body and hickies

.

Eric Sohn — Vibes

“This could take some time/ Hands all over mine/ Let this feeling slide/ And girl, I’m yours tonight/ And she said 'How I love the vibes’/ And she’s feeling so alright/ And we’re not coming down, we’re high/ So high”

late night drives with windows down

the same playlist on the radio

probably driving to somewhere quiet and calm

where you can admire the night sky

sweet and giggly making out under the stars

whispering praises and 'i love you’s

yes i got biased in this one 🤷🏻‍♀️

[damnedparker]

an understanding

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: buncha angst, sad obi-wan, deals with grief and loss

summary: as the two of you grow together, there is one constant of support between you and obi-wan; understanding, and the comfort of each other’s hands

also posted on ao3

this is kind of short but that’s okay. someone give obi-wan a hug

I.

“You took my spot.” You announced your presence, although you’re sure Obi-Wan already sensed it, as you had been standing at the entrance to the roof watching him for a few moments already. The both of you often came up to the roof of the Temple, finding your way up here when you were just beginning to be padawans, sneaking out at night together to get up to whatever shenanigans you pleased before someone inevitably caught you. From then on, you had learned to be more careful about it.

When Obi-Wan didn’t answer, his head still turned towards the night skyline, you came to sit next to him. You could feel the anxiety and grief radiating off of him. Another nightmare tonight. If he had even gotten any sleep at all. Not only could you sense his tired state, but he was also visibly shivering, but seemed to be ignoring it.

“Stars, you’re freezing, Obi,” you murmured, shrugging off the cloak you had fortunately thrown on before climbing up to the roof. You wrapped it around the both of you, squishing yourself against his side. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” He scoffed, uncharacteristically bitter. His eyes were glassy, clearly having cried already, and not far off from succumbing to his tears again. “I miss him. And I know I’m not supposed to be dwelling on it like this. I have to train Anakin and I’m not ready. I’m not ready to be a Knight. Everything is moving too fast.” You bit the inside of your cheek and wondered if he could hear your heart shatter for him. The Force had dealt Obi-Wan the worst cards in existence it seemed, one after the other, rushing him into the responsibilities of a Jedi Knight and the grief of the loss of a mentor all at once, and far too soon.

“I miss him, too,” you laid a comforting hand on his cheek, a tear slipping down and landing on the pad of your thumb. You gently rubbed it away, sighing. “Qui-Gon was so proud of you, Ben. He trusted you with his wishes because he believed you could fulfill them. He was confident in your competence and skill as both a Knight and a mentor.”

“How do you know that?” He whispered, screwing his eyes shut. Pieces turned to dust in your heart as you watched and felt your closest and dearest friend in so much pain. Pain that he knew he shouldn’t be letting consume him, which threw guilt into the whirlwind of emotions he was already feeling.

“I felt it,” you tilted your head at him in sincerity. “I heard it. Every time he spoke to you, about you. You were his son, as you think of him your father.” You slid your hand to his jaw. “No one would be ready for the position you’ve been put in. But, Obi-Wan,” you dropped your hand into your lap. “You can do this. If anyone can get through this, you can. You’re the best of us all.” Obi-Wan turned away, staring out at the stars again, his hand immediately reaching up to where his padawan braid had been just days before, now gone at his passage into Knighthood. Not knowing what to do, he rubbed his shaky palm against his pants repeatedly, trying to wipe off the clamminess that wasn’t there. Without thinking, you reached down to touch his hand. He immediately took it in both hands, beginning to play with your fingers, occasionally running his thumb over the back of your hand, which seemed to ease his nerves. “You’re not alone,” you took this moment to remind him. “I’m here for you, always.” Obi-Wan turned to you then, locking his eyes with yours in desperation. In hope. An understanding passed silently between the two of you as you pressed against his side, your hand still in his, and leaned your head on his shoulder. Care. And love.

II.

It was a cloudy night as you walked mindlessly around the halls of the Temple, which were empty and abrasively quiet. That did nothing but spur on your nervous headspace as you continued pacing, pulling your cloak, which was actually Obi-Wan’s, closer around you. You hadn’t given it back to him yet from your last mission together, where it had gotten chilly on the journey back to Coruscant, and he had given it to you as a blanket while you slept. Your thoughts trailed back to him, and a blush crossed your face at the thought.

Before you knew it, you had ended up at a certain familiar door in the hall of living quarters in the Temple. It was as if the brief passing thought of Obi-Wan had steered you in his direction out of pure instinct. You stared at his door for a long moment, and just as you raised your hand to knock, the door whooshed open to reveal the man that had crossed your mind only briefly, his shoulder-length hair tousled, clad in only some lounging trousers.

“Are you alright?” His eyebrows drew up in concern, clearly feeling your distress grow strong as you let your already withering walls fully drop around him. “Come here, dearest.” He pulled you into his quarters, leading you to sit on his bed with him, where a mug of tea sat on his nightstand, his holopad laying near his pillow. It was late at night, but it wasn’t a surprise that the man was still awake. It was a wonder how he functioned when he rarely slept. Before you could protest, he stood and began to pour you tea of your own out of the batch he had already made, pressing your own mug into your hands. You managed a small smile in thanks to him, a sip from the tea providing you comfort, but not nearly as much as his presence. “What’s got you pacing around the Temple this late?”

“I dunno, I—” you sighed, shaking your head. “This war, the council, the code, everything just feels like too much right now. I’m thinking things I shouldn’t,” you paused, running a hand over your face in frustration. “I don’t even know what I’m thinking anymore.” Obi-Wan laid a comforting hand on your back, urging you to go on. “I just can’t help but think all sides in this war are flawed, including the Jedi, and not just the council’s decisions. The code as well. Everything is just so—so completely twisted. And unfair. It’s tiring to see.” Tears burned at the back of your throat, thinking of all the injustice you had encountered, but not had the resources to fix over the first few months of the Clone Wars that had already transpired. Jedi were peacekeepers, meant to help, but how could there have ever been peace, even before the war, if so many societies were struggling to survive?

“I don’t disagree with you,” Obi-Wan mused, sliding his hand away from your back to rest on the bed behind you. He stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Nothing in this world is perfect, especially when concerning war. It’s good to have skepticism, it is what keeps things in balance.” He watched you fondly as you stared down at the warm mug in your hands, deep in thought as you mulled over his words. “We are doing what we can, and I know that sometimes it may not feel like enough, but sometimes that is all we can do. It is all that you can do, and you do more than most, darling. It is unfortunate, but even the Jedi cannot fix everything. You cannot fix everything.”

“It doesn’t feel like it, Obi,” you sighed, setting your tea aside next to his on the nightstand. “I just hate all of this.” You clenched your now empty hands in your lap, so tightly your fingernails pressed into your palms.

“It will be alright,” he told you softly, sincerely. “You are not alone.” Obi-Wan reached over and placed his hands over your fists, gently massaging them open. His warm palms touched yours, thumb running over the side of your hand to soothe you. You almost stopped breathing when he raised his head slightly, leaning forward to press his lips to your forehead. The affection warmed you all over, your stomach twisting in the most pleasant way. “Do you want to sleep here tonight?” A smile crossed your lips as you nodded, remembering when you were padawans, and he used to sneak into your quarters at night when he couldn’t sleep, begging to share your bed with you. It was a miracle you never got caught.

Obi-Wan left briefly to put away your mugs, and you took the opportunity to slip underneath the blankets and get comfortable. He returned only a little after you had settled in, flicking off his lamp and sliding in next to you. There were a few unsure moments of stillness before you felt him nudge his body close to yours, and his front pressing to your back, an arm slipping beneath your neck, his other settling on your waist.

“Is this alright?” He murmured against your neck, and you whispered back your affirmation, settling into the warmth of his embrace. Your breathing began to slow and even out, matching his, where you could feel little puffs against your neck from where he had pressed his nose there.

As you began to drift off, you felt his hand gently slide down to find yours resting against your stomach. He pushed his fingers between the spaces of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, and rubbing his thumb up and down the back of your hand in a soothing repetition.

III.

A strange silence filled the air as you and Obi-Wan settled into the small tavern room you were staying in for the night before you could find an appropriately discreet and permanent residence on Tattooine. So much had happened, but it was difficult to put any of it into words, and felt almost pointless to speak of, when you felt helpless in the aftermath of it all. Anakin, Padmé, the twins, the fall of the republic, the extinction of the Jedi Order. It was too much. How were you supposed to move on?

You swallowed the coming tears yet again, changing into a fresh pair of civvie sleep clothes you had managed to buy at a market you had passed on the way into town. You turned to where Obi-Wan was sitting, still as a statue at the edge of the bed, already dressed down in just his trousers for sleep. The silence continued as you sat next to him, close as can be, your sides touching as a form of comfort. Out of what now had become a habit when the two of you were alone, Obi-Wan grabbed your hand to hold. A melancholy smile crossed your face at the familiarity. You may have lost everything, but you still had each other.

“I love you,” Obi-Wan’s strained voice, holding back tears, cracked the silence of the dim room. “I’ve loved you since we were padawans. I need you to know that. I can’t seem to tell people that until it’s too late.” His voice cracked on the last word, and a jolt of bitter regret surged through his signature, so strong you could have physically flinched. 

“I know, Obi,” you told him softly, reaching up to run your hand through his hair comfortingly. “So did Anakin. You were a brother to him, just the same as he was to you.” You murmured, squeezing his hand in reassurance. More silence passed between the two of you, accented by occasional creaks of other patrons moving around through the thin walls. Ever so gently, you channeled a push of affection in the Force towards him, enveloping him in its warmth. “I love you. We’re going to be alright.” He finally met your gaze as you spoke to him, the both of you with silent tears slipping down your face. He took your face in his hands, running his thumbs over your cheeks. He leaned close to press his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

“We’re going to be alright,” he echoed, sighing and trying desperately to steady himself, as much as he could. “As long as I am with you, I know we’re going to be alright.” He seemed to be reassuring himself just as much as offering comfort to you. You closed the gap between the two of you in a kiss, one that was far past overdue. It seemed to last forever, the two of you basking in the closeness of each other, the relief of finally airing your feelings, as well as being able to let a positive emotion free, let that take over rather than the overbearing sadness that weighed heavy on your mind, and was sure to make rebuilding your lives tough. But you could get through it. For each other. With each other. That feeling of certainty surrounded the both of you as you pulled away, although tinged with grief and loss, it was still reassurance just the same. You were not alone.

[val-aquenta]

1,4, and 22 for the salty asks?

Hoo boy, this is just enabling me to rant lmao. But thank you so much for the ask. <333

1. What OTP's in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

Gotta say Obitine. Uhh... I didn't get it when I first watched the cartoon, and I hated the implication that they gave Obi-Wan a romance to make Obi-Wan more 'human' (something I've heard other people push on the narrative.) I do like that it kind of showed the choice between being a Jedi and being in a commited relationship, but beyond that nothing. I also don't really like how most of Satine's whole story is determined by her romance to Obi-Wan. She's killed because of their relationship, most of the arcs with her surround the 'are they still in love and going to get with each other' narrative, and frankly it bores me. I am personally not into shipping in general, and I prefer more platonic and familial relationships like the Jedi-Clone and inter-Jedi relationships, so ships are kind of meh in general to me. I also didn't even see the appeal of their 'romance' tbh. They just seemed to argue a lot, and their confessions kind of came out of nowhere to me. If they did love each other, it really must have been a long time ago. I don't see it working?

Uhmmm off the top of my head are a few that I don't get, but I don't feel as strongly about. Qui-Gon x Shmi (never really understood why?), Rey x literally anyone lol (especially not our genocidal buddy kyle), Rose x Finn (not developed enough and then completely forgotten lmao, Ahsoka x Lux (ok this one is basically a notp tbh. Just... ew), and basically every Obi-Wan ship that I know (look he doesn't need fucing romance ok.) I didn't really want to go in depth with these because if we did heh yikes, we'd be here forever.

4. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?

Hah. Anidala lol. From the top of my head, I think it's a very selfish relationship. I mean Anakin cares more about his feelings to Padmè than Padmè herself, and I feel like Padmè wants the clandestine romance vibes that come with being married to a person who is meant to be a neutral party. Especially during a war. Anakin's willingness to commit genocide for his 'love' for Padmè isn't a large sweeping romantic thing. The idea that he'd do anything for his love is pretty scary and I'm pretty sure Padmè, to some degree, knew of it. The fact that she continued to stay with him and live this double life means that she doesn't care about the consequences really. Idk I just feel like this relationship brings out the worst in both parties. The fact that Padmè is willing to deny that Anakin's fallen even when Obi-Wan comes to her door and tells her that Anakin killed Jedi could be that Padmè doesn't think Anakin capable of doing such a thing, but due to the fact that she was with him for the Tusken massacre and the whole Rush Clovis shit (and probably other tcw I don't remember) makes me think otherwise. Imo, I think that had the war ended and Palps been aprehended and everything gone well, their relationship would not have worked, because a large part of it was the fact that it was a secret thing, and that Anakin was not with Padmè that much. I don't see it working without outside factors imo, but whatever.

And, similar to many things, a lot of anidala fans are not willing to confront this truth that their relationship is built on lies and deceit and therefore will not continue to hold strong. So many of them ignore how Anakin broke his oaths as a Jedi to be impartial and place others over single people, and we all know that he did not do that when it came to Padmè. I know a lot of anidala fans aren't like this, and I'm not particularly vehement about this. This notp is more me not wanting to read anidala fics or see anidala art, and I've filtered it out. But yeah, some fan's vehemence that this was the one true thing and that if Anakin had been able to love openly (like he could... he just didn't have to be a Jedi to. Dang he really wants to eat his cak and have it too) and whatever he wouldn't have fallen just makes me... cringe a lot. Also I can't really separate what their relationship caused with the relationship itself.

22. Popular characters you hate?

Oh... uhh... this one makes me nervous ahhh. Well there are a few that I don't like as much as most people do and only a couple I hate hate. I really hate our lovely boy kyle. Uhh... mass murdering manipulator who tortures Rey and co, dude who stands by as entire planets are destroyed, and a genocidal maniac overall. I'm scared of some of his fans because yikes they're really fervent and trying to make kyle a morally grey character because of his 'redemption' during tros. Like... I don't care. You can say the same about Anakin/Vader tbh, but I think a lot of my hate for our buddy kyle comes from his fans and r*ylo stans who are very... intent on excusing Kyle's shitty actions. At least most Anakin/Vader fans know he's a shitty person and don't try and morally grey-ify him if you get what I'm saying.

Jango Fett too. I mean, I haven't read any of the books featuring him, but I'm gonna say it. Jango decided to enter that contract to create the army of clones. Essentially, he signed them up for the army in that contract with Dooku, so idc about your 'but he'd be such a good mand'alor and dad to the clones' bs, because he really wouldn't. He's incredibly selfish, and idk a lot of people seem to think he's the next best thing since sliced bread. I guess I should add Bo-Katan as well, because she's very hypocritical. the whole 'shouldn't you care about my sister' thing was not a good look because Bo-Katan, who helped bring the group of people there to destabalise her reign and kill her? Did you think deathwatch would just let her go freely? lmao with these two it's more I just don't like them that much. It's not like I hate them a whole bunch.

[kal-djarin]

Memories From the Past

Fandom: Star Wars

Date Posted: February 8th, 2021

Pairing: Reader x Obi-Wan Kenobi

Warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive themes but no actual smut, fighting? 

Request: n/a

A/N: Okay I’m actually kinda proud of this one. I really love the dynamic of Obitine so I tried to translate that into fic without stealing the entire plot, but it steal is very obviously similar. I really hope the flash back scenes and change in pov. make sense, I had some issues trying to figure out what tense I should use for them, but hopefully it’s not confusing. IM SORRY THE ENDING IS RUSHED!!! As always please let me know what you think!! 

Word Count: 4.5k 

The news of Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi’s return to Sundari caused an array of emotions throughout the Palace. The Royal Guards were more watchful than usual, still not truly able to release the years of grudges held against the Jedi Order and Satine, was glad to be reunited with her old friend, despite the impromptu meeting being over possible changes in where the planet stood in the Clone Wars; a figure dressed in Mandalorian armour attacking a Republic cruiser would bring anyone to question the supposed position of neutrality Mandalore held.

You, on the other hand, were instantly filled with dread. Years have passed from the last time you have laid eyes on Obi-Wan and still the mere mention of him causes hundreds of memories to resurface.

When Satine became Duchess of Mandalore, many people were happy, but there were still insurgents that would not accept her pacifist leadership. They would send bounty hunters to try to eliminate her and the power she held. These constant threats against her life compelled Obi-Wan and his Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn to remove her and you, her most trusted advisor, from Mandalore and live on the run for nearly a year.

You lived one day at a time, trying to focus on surviving the present and live to see what uncertainties the future held. Most people would think that living in such dubious conditions would be terrifying, but it was one of the best years of your life.

Right when you met Obi-Wan, you were instantly turned off by him, despite his handsome looks. His diplomatic kindness and reverence felt impersonal and fake instead of charming and he was far too arrogant for your liking. Qui-Gon, on the other hand, was someone you befriended very quickly. His empathetic and wise nature instantly connected the two of you and he became almost like a father-figure. He was constantly giving you advice and was the only reason you tolerated Obi-Wan in the beginning.

Obi-Wan instantly felt this disfavor towards him, bringing out his sarcasm and frequent jabs, making him even more unbearable. The two of you spent weeks either trying to see who could irritate the other more or just completely ignoring each other, to both Qui Gon and Satine’s dismay. Qui-Gon always tried convincing you that you and Obi-Wan would make a great pair if the two of you would just stop being so stubborn, but his advice fell onto deaf ears.

Your hostility towards each other did die however, when you were being chased by venom-mites on a cliff on Draboon. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan fought them off as you and Satine escaped to the ship. Satine ran onto the boarding ramp and just as you were about to join her, you tripped over a divot in the ground, the momentum of it almost completely hurtling you off the side of the cliff, had you not grabbed a hold of the ledge.

All you can remember was the absolute terror that coursed through your veins and Satine’s horrified scream. Your body was hung over what seemed to be a bottomless pit and the only thing anchoring it were your hands; hands that were rather weak from a life devoid of physical exertion and that were slipping as each second passed.

You struggled, trying to find a way to climb up to solid land, but soon realized all the effort was fruitless. Obi-Wan, startled by Satine’s cries for help, turned around and saw your rather unfortunate situation. His eyes widened and he quickly turned from his Master and ran towards where you hung. When he was close enough, he slid to his knees and stretched his arm out to you.

“(Y/N), Take my hand!”

You wanted to, you really did, but the fear of falling to transfer your grip from the ground to his hand was too debilitating.

“Obi-Wan, I can’t, I’ll fall!” You managed to choke out

“You have to trust me!” His voice was loud, but still held its usual steadiness. His eyes however gave away his true emotions. They were frantically searching your own trying to convince you to lay your life in his hands. You could practically feel his terror radiating off of him.

Realizing you were out of options, you slowly released your grip and reached out to grasp his outstretched hand. Your fingers barely grazed his own and you knew it was too late. Gravity met you full force, and you felt yourself scream as your body began to plummet.

Then, all of a sudden, a warm cradling feeling caught you, interrupting your imminent death. You felt yourself rise over the cliff and saw Obi-Wan’s concentrated face and twitching hand. When you were about a foot above the ground, you dropped into Obi-Wan’s arms, and let out a sob of relief. Your body was racked with tears, still trying to process what just happened, and Obi-Wan just held you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, seeking comfort for your near death, and leaned against Obi-Wan’s own shaking body.

That day was the start of a new relationship for the two of you. You began to confide in each other more and felt the trust between the two of you grow as time passed. Obi-Wan dropped his guard of fake diplomacy and began to act more like himself. Of course, he still had his sarcastic humor, but it was more endearing now and his kindness felt genuine.

Soon, your relationship became more than just finding comfort in each other. When one of you couldn’t sleep, you and Obi-Wan would just sit together and talk until you became tired or if it was time to get up. Being around him was effortless and there was an understanding the two of you had that was rare to find. Of course, there was still tension between the two of you but it was different, less hostile.

If your relationship with him had ended there, innocent and full of what-ifs, you would have been just as excited as Satine was to see him. You wouldn’t currently be standing in the throne room, shaking with anxiety, waiting for him to step through the doors.

Just as you begin to contemplate completely ditching Obi-Wan’s arrival, the doors are opened and you hear the Prime Minister talking to him.

You look down and try to not draw attention to yourself, which is impossible considering Satine insisted you walk in beside her. Satine knew you and Obi-Wan were close, but you never told just how far your relationship with him went, so she didn’t see anything with the reunion. She sits down at the throne and you stand next to her. They greet each other briefly and the sound of Obi-Wan being so close to you again gives you the courage to finally meet his gaze.

He looks absolutely radiant, somehow looking more attractive than you remembered. His hair is a bit longer and a perfectly trimmed bear adorns his handsome face. You can’t help but stare, trying to take in the view you have been deprived of for almost 15 years.

“After all these years, you're even more beautiful than ever,” He says towards Satine, but still keeps his eyes locked on you.

You break the intense eye contact and try to not let his smooth words affect you. He doesn’t falter at your discreet rejection and continues the diplomatic conversation between him and Satine. She invites him on a walk through the city, and to your dismay, she gestures for you to join them. You walk just behind Satine, allowing the two of them to lead the way. Air speeders whistle by around you and people walk around the city, going about their day, unbothered by the Duchess and Jedi moving around them. You hear Satine talk about the current predicament Mandalore has found itself in with the Death Watch and you know you should be paying attention and adding into the conversation for sake of not seeming rude, but can’t help but carefully watch Obi-Wan’s side profile as he walks.

It’s perfect just like the rest of him and triggers yet another memory in your mind: you and his first kiss. It was a couple months after the incident on Draboon, and the four of you were forced to spend the night in a cave because of a rather wild storm. You sat on the cold floor near the fire Qui-Gon made, unable to rest, just watching the rain hit the mouth of the cave for hours. Unlike you, Satine used her time wisely, quickly finding much needed sleep. Qui-Gon had been meditating earlier, but now seemed to be resting as well, facing the inside of the cave. Obi-Wan sat cross-legged, reading a book about, if you remembered from his earlier explanation correctly, the method of Jar’Kai, farthest from the fire.

It wasn’t long before he noticed your restless form and decided to sit down next to you, close enough for your shoulders to touch.

“What’s up with you?” He asked, nudging your shoulder with his own.

Usually this kind of touch wouldn’t have caused you any issues, but more recently, you began to take note of every physical contact the two of you made. Obi-Wan was rather reserved, so knowing he so frequently chose to make contact with you gave you conflicting feelings. You turned and looked at him and suddenly felt rather sad.

“Don’t you wish we could be more carefree, like other people our age?”

He looked taken aback from your sudden question, but soon began to contemplate, fingers coming up to gently grasp his chin. After a moment, he looked back at you and shook his head.

“I never truly have thought about it. Why?” He questions further.

You knew why. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, Obi-Wan has found a special place in your heart. Months of confiding and building trust with one another let you get to know his true personality, making it impossible not to feel so much for him. But, although you were just teenagers, the both of you had responsibilities and expectations of you. He was a Jedi and you had to stay focused on helping Satine rebuild Mandalore after the raging civil war.

So instead of answering his question, you decided to satiate the need to feel reckless by standing up and walking out into the rain. The feel of the cold drops on your skin should have annoyed you, but instead it made you feel alive; it helped numb the feelings you so badly wish you didn’t have.

“What are you doing!” Obi-Wan yelled, looking alarmed at your sudden uncharacteristic decision.

“I’m living!!” You replied, soaking in the feeling of the rain and quickly running back and grabbing his hands with your dripping ones.

“Come on, Obi Wan, join me” You urged. His eyes are wide in shock but, nonetheless, takes off his outer robes and walks out into the rain.

His trust to join you with no question made you feel even more giddy and you dragged him into the middle of the valley that the cave sat in. You grabbed his hands and began to dance, if you could even call it that. Obi-Wan, as comfortable as he was with you, immediately stiffened up, since he was never truly taught how to dance. This setback, however, caused little pause in your actions and you just spun with him around in a circle.

The drumming of the rain did little to drown out your laugh whenever Obi-Wan would stumble, to his dismay, but he too began to chuckle at the unskilled dancing going on. You gazed up at him and just from the look on his face you knew your feelings for him were going nowhere. His hair laid flat on his head, soaked, and his face was covered in water and he looked breathtaking. He  made you feel safe and trusted and maybe that was the reason you decided to risk it all.

You grabbed his face between your hands and pressed your lips to his. It was short-lived, with him quickly pulling away with his eyebrows furrowed and lips parted.

You instantly were filled with regret, embarrassed from the rejection, and went to run back into the cave to hide from your mistake. You felt selfish, trying to act on feelings that completely disrespected everything Obi-Wan lived for. Right when you pulled away from his arms, Obi-Wan quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back in.

His hands went up to cradle your face and he kissed you. It was overwhelming how much emotion he was channeling through it. The kiss was needy and hard but his hands were gentle, one of them coming up to tangle itself in your soaked hair. You could tell he was inexperienced, his form being a tad messy, but the passion put into it made up for any mistakes.

You feel a hand rest on your shoulder and are instantly pulled out of the memory. You see Satine looking at you, worry written all over her face.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” She asks, her eyes searching your face.

You go to answer her and shut down any of her worries about you, but catch a glimpse of Obi-Wan and lose the words. His face looks almost distraught and you know he must have seen what you were thinking of. You force yourself to look away from him and respond to Satine.

“Yes, sorry I must have zoned out.” You apologize, hoping she buys your white lie. “As a matter of fact is it alright if I return to the Palace, I think I need a little rest”

She still looks worried, but quickly approves of your request and turns back to walk with Obi-Wan, who still seems bothered by your memory, but remains cordial and attentive.

You turn and go back to the Palace, a single guard flanking your side. When you return, you do exactly what you told Satine, you lie on your bed and rest, or at least try to.

***

When Obi-Wan sensed the memory you were thinking of, he was no longer able to focus on the important matter at hand. Even after the bombing on Mandalore after you left and him nearly being crushed to death on Concordia, he found himself thinking about it. He remembers that day so clearly; the first time he truly gave into his temptations.

He had worked so hard to stay in the Jedi Order- nobody wanted him as a Padawan. He was always not enough and it was only by fate that Qui-Gon decided to take him under his wing. He knew better than anyone that the title of Jedi was invaluable and there you were making him question everything he ever knew. He knew Jedi weren’t supposed to form attachments or express their emotions, so why did he keep indulging himself with your presence.

The moment you kissed him, Obi-Wan’s instinct was to run. He was powerless against the attachment he had to you, so he knew the best way to stop it was to completely remove himself from the situation. He had every intention of doing so when he pulled away the first time, but then his other instincts kicked in. He felt the feel of your hands on his face, the closeness of your body, and realized there was no way he could let this go, at least not now.

Days after the kiss, Obi-Wan was filled with disgust at himself. He hated that he let himself indulge. He hated how he completely disregarded everything he was ever taught. He hated the fact that he loved every second of it, and what he hated most of all is that he began to wonder how it would feel to kiss your neck, skin, and other very un Jedi-like places.

Because of this, the months of progress the two of you made in your relationship were completely erased. He knew it was unfair to you, but he had to uphold the morals of a Jedi, and being around you made that goal impossible. He reverted back to the arrogant and guarded Padawan and pushed you away every time you tried to fix things.

But his efforts were fruitless. You knew Obi-Wan and were not able to let go of his sudden change in personality.

His Master also noticed the sudden change in relationship and decided to take matters in his own hands. He decided to send the two of you off on a mission to retrieve some sort of plant and herb. The two of you walked through the woods, The entire trip, Obi-Wan ignored every attempt of yours to engage in conversation and didn’t even truly acknowledge your presence. You finally decided to confront him, to his dismay.

“Was it truly that horrifying to kiss me, Obi-Wan”

“What?” He said, trying to keep the act up.

“Was it so bad to the point of ignoring me,” You pushed, getting angrier by the minute.

“I hardly see how that is relevant to the current task at han-” He began to deflect but was cut off by you grabbing his shoulder and whipping him around. Angry tears began to form in your eyes and at the site, Obi-Wan felt his facade crack.

“You don’t get to decide to drop me when things get hard, Obi-Wan” You spat, emphasizing your words by jabbing your finger on his chest.

Obi-Wan tried. He tried so hard to stay away from you. But the look of anger and heartbreak on your face made him, give into your spell, once again. He grabbed your hand and looked into your eyes.

He knew he was going to hate himself after, like last time, but the temporary pleasure it brought was impossible to resist, so he kissed you.

The kiss was hard and full of anger: anger at you, at himself, at the Jedi Order, and at the world for making you his weakness. You instantly reacted bringing your hand around to run through his short auburn hair and pulling your body as close as possible.

Obi-Wan deepened the kiss, letting his tongue explore the inners of your mouth, inciting a moan from your lips. Obi-Wan felt himself flush from the obscene sound and couldn’t help but feel bolder from the thought of bringing you pleasure. He started to kiss along your jawline and down your neck, his brain becoming muddled from the pleasure of it all.

You had begun to take off his robes and that was when he came to his senses. He knew he had to stop this, it was completely un Jedi-like and uncivilized, especially out in the open. His thoughts were immediately shut down however when you slid your hand down his chest. He decided to burn every single pleasure and feeling into memory and worry later. Your hand began to venture between his legs and that was the second time Obi-Wan gave into temptation.

You were all he could think about while fighting on Concordia, and he knew this was why Jedi don’t form attachments. Just the memory of your relationship caused his judgement to be clouded. He couldn’t imagine how he would have been if you were there during the fight with Death Watch: constantly worried, focused on an individual rather than the greater good.

He was relieved to get on to the Coronet and away from the memory of his failures as a Jedi, but that relief was short-lived when he saw you boarding the ship alongside Satine.

***

Satine, as strong-willed as ever, insisted on you going to Coruscant with her. She didn’t want you to be alone on Mandalore, vulnerable to the rapidly more aggressive Death Watch attacks. Once aboard the ship, you settle into your temporary room and head down to meet back up with the Duchess, who was currently discussing her position of neutrality with other senators down the hall.

As you walk towards the meeting, you run into a young, handsome man and Obi-Wan. You immediately freeze, not prepared for the sudden direct interaction and just stare at him. “O-Obi-Wan” You stutter out, not knowing how to fully go about this.

Obi-Wan looks equally as startled, but recovers quickly and introduces you to the younger man.

“(Y/N), this is Anakin Skywalker, my Padawan and Anakin this is Adviser (L/N).”

You tear your eyes away from Obi-Wan’s and quickly greet Anakin with a nod and small smile. Wordlessly, you walk through the door and head to Satine’s side, not before hearing the Padawan say, “On a first name basis, huh, Master?” and a small grunt following a hitting noise.

The meeting was full of high tensions, many, including Obi-Wan, disagreeing with Mandalore’s neutrality. It was always an issue when brought up, and even you saw the issues with it. The idea of staying neutral and not interfering in a war is noble but is much harder in execution and can cause more turmoil in the long run.  

As soon as the meeting is dismissed, you file out of the room, trying to avoid any more confrontation. You head to the room where you are supposed to have dinner and find Satine waiting for you.

Obi-Wan enters the room, walking with other leaders. All you had to do was get to Coruscant. Once there you can get out of here and not have to think about Obi-Wan Kenobi ever again. You zone out for most of the meal, not noticing the nervous atmosphere starting to settle over everyone or the warning Obi-Wan gives about a situation going on below decks.

You are suddenly pulled out of your own head, when you hear him yell to the guards about securing the lifts. You see the blue light of Obi-Wan’s lightsaber and Satine quickly stands up from the table, bringing you with her.

A horrifying crunching sound is heard and the doors to the lift begins to wrench open, revealing a giant spider droid. It easily knocks down the guards and clambers onto the table, quickly approaching the group of senators. Obi-Wan goes into action and severs the spider droid's legs and lands a fatal lightsaber wound to its head.

The people around you breathe a sigh of relief but soon find out that it's far from over. Miniature spider droids begin to pop out of the body of the larger one and spread out to box the group of you in. Senators begin freaking out, but you and Satine know better. Years of dealing with the pushback of the people have forced you to learn how to defend yourself. Not to mention, the year spent with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan required you to spend quite a bit of time learning to fight. You and Satine immediately pull out your deactivators and get to work killing the droids.

Obi-Wan joins the fight with his lightsaber and the two of you fall into the instinctual rhythm from all those years ago. Back to back, slowly turning, ensuring the other doesn’t get too overwhelmed by the enemy. As much as you hate being reminded of your once very close relationship, it's easier to connect to him through the ease of physical touch. You can predict his movements and fighting techniques, making it much easier to interact than dialogue. Once all, except one, of the droids are eliminated, Obi-Wan turns towards you and seems as if he has something to say but quickly stops himself and walks away to check on the others. The adrenaline coursing through your veins from the fight keeps you on edge however, even after you return to your seat.

It stays with you, even when Anakin returns to inform Obi-Wan that there is a seperatist among you. The surviving spider droid is walked around the table, a test to see who it won’t attack. When Obi-Wan reaches Tal Merrik, a sudden change in the droid's hostile behavior proves him to be a traitor.

You watch in horror as Tal grabs Satine and holds a blaster to her head. The adrenaline from the previous fight serves you well because, even before Obi-Wan has time to react to the sudden change in severity of the situation, a fallen guard’s blaster, set to stun, is in your hand and has already raised and fired at the Senator. He quickly falls, releasing Satine.

You release a shaky breath and everyone, including Obi-Wan, stares in shock at your quick save.

“T-thank you,” Satine says, obviously shaken from almost being held hostage.

You nod in acknowledgment and watch as Tal Merrik is put into custody.

For obvious reasons, all the senators decide to retire to their rooms for the rest of the night.

Exhausted emotionally and physically, you do the same and head to your room after making sure Satine arrived at hers safely. You are about to relax into your bed when you hear a knock at the door. You open it to find Obi-Wan standing there, looking rather uncomfortable. “What do you want, Obi-Wan,” you sigh, tired of hiding from your past.

“I thought that we could talk”

“You are the last person to want to talk about feelings, Obi” You say turning around and heading back into the room, silently allowing him access to your space.

He walks in and closes the door behind him and leans against the wall opposite of you.

“I thought it would be a benefit to the both of us if we just talk”

“What do you want me to say Obi-Wan?” You raise your voice, tired of his roundabout way of talking.

“Do you want me to say I’m in love with you? But you already knew that didn’t you, all those years ago, and you still left” you accuse spitefully, not believing that you could somehow still have feelings for such an emotionally constipated man.

His face contorts into one of regret and grief at the mention of his abandoning you, but you still don’t let up.

“I think it’s better if you just go, Obi Wan. It’s what you do best.” You spit out, turning around to face away from him.

You hear him push off the wall and begin to move, but instead of leaving like you told him to, he walks up to you. You sense his presence against your back and he is so close you can feel his breath gently hitting the back of your neck. He stands there and lightly touches your hand with his own, breathing you in, again resorting to physical touch when his words fail. You bask in the closeness of him, giving into the way you missed his touch.

After a few moments, you hear him sigh and pull away from you.

“Had you said the word, I would have left the Jedi Order”

With that confession, he slowly leaves and shuts the door, leaving you more confused and heartbroken than ever.

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Matters of Importance Part 4: The Padawan Years

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A/N: Hello! Thank you for your patience as I wrote this part, I’m working on updates as I post this, not sure when they’ll come, but thank you for all the love on this fic!

Warnings: Torture (I have separators in for you to skip the torture if that is something you don’t want to read), Violence, Blood/Gore, Angst

Summary: (Ages 16-20ish) A glimpse into the years of missions as Padawans and what travels through the connection. Years of separation and training makes you cling to the connection, wondering if Obi-Wan is as invested in it. It’s not until your mission goes wrong that you both realize the importance of the connection.

Rating: M

Word Count: 2,861

You were sixteen when you felt a shift in your connection with Obi-Wan. After a few years of training under Master Yoda, he was put under the tutelage of Master Jinn. Master Windu and Jinn promoted a fostering of the Force connection between the both of you, years of meditating and communicating through the Force had made it so you could sense the other, even across Coruscant. There was never a need to test the connection further, at least, that was until the missions began. Obi-Wan and Master Qui-Gon had been sent on a mission to Mandalore. Your knowledge of their mission was limited, but you knew that there was unrest in the planet, that the duchess was in need of protection. The danger must have been significant if it required Jedi.

Within a few weeks of his time there, you felt him withdrawing from you, not a complete break, but distancing from you. The past few months there had been a consistent flow between the two of you, your Force signatures were constantly entwined. You could sense his unease, his concern, then you sensed his concern focus. On what, or who you weren’t sure, but you could feel his mind shift to one thing. It had been a matter that intrigued Master Yoda, even planets away, you were able to connect like you were next to each other. But slowly you felt Obi’s Force signature ebbing away from you. You tried to shake off your confusion and sat down, crossing your legs to begin meditating. Inhale, exhale, inhale….. You feel the Force draw you into its arms, wrapping you in peace.

You reached out to Obi-Wan, only to find a wall blocking you from him. He had never put up walls against you, you both had sworn that you would never let anything come between you, but here it was. A wall. Blocking you out. Hurt and fear rushed through your veins. You pushed them away, control. Even though a part of you wanted to push against the wall, maybe break through it.Control, you snarled to yourself. Reaching inward to find peace and clarity. Search your feelings. You are hurt because he cut himself off from you. You analyzed. You are scared, he could be hurt. You would feel something if he was injured. He couldn’t keep that from you. Someone could be in his mind, searching it. He might be protecting you.

While you analyzed your feelings a turmoil began to boil in the pit of your stomach. He could be intentionally cutting you off. He probably is. You don’t matter. You are insignificant. You began the inner battle, feeling Master Windu’s Force energy reaching out to you, filled with clarity and calmness. You anchored yourself to his energy and began to battle your inner self.

Your insecurities, your doubts, bringing each to the surface, only to wrap them in clarity, in rational thought. Obi-Wan may have had his reasons for blocking you, but they would not rule your existence. His actions were not in your control, but your reactions were. Fear and anger would lead down a path of no redemption, to the dark side.

When you opened your eyes, Master Windu sat across from you. His eyes opened as yours did. “Nice work, Padawan.” He said, “Now, to sparring.” He rose from his seated position, you rising as he did.

You walked a step behind your Master to the sparring ring. It was empty today, odd. You heard Master Windu ignite his saber, the amethyst light glowing in the arena. You ignited yours, a pale yellow light falling on your face. Windu made the first move, a direct attack, you brought your saber up to counter his, dancing out of his reach and beginning a quick burst of counterattacks. He parried each blow, pushing forward, but you held your own against him. Even with your sabers set to the lowest settings, you could feel the heat when they collided. He gave a shove and you fell onto your back, you rolled over your shoulder and leapt to your feet.

“Good, very good.” He murmured, his saber retracting. “What is it that troubles you?”

You retracted your saber and looked at him. “I felt Obi-Wan block me from the connection.” The connection was not something that Master Windu claimed to be an expert in, but he never ignored its importance to you.

Windu hummed for a moment. “Mandalore is in a fluctuating state. The mission he is on, is not an easy one.”

You nodded, glancing down at the ground. “What if the connection is lost?”

Windu rubbed at his chin for a moment. “We never had you attempt to keep the connection across the galaxy, perhaps there is a limit when it comes to distance.” You could feel his eyes staring at you. “There is no reason to lose yourself to worry, you can only control how you react.”

More weeks passed before you felt a fluttering across the Force during meditation. Obi? You asked tentatively, reaching out, keeping your reach light as a feather, afraid that if you reached out too aggressively he would disappear.You could feel him retreating from you. Promise, your mind grumbled insistently, Never shut us out.

Then his voice appeared, danger, running, alive. He started to fade from your mind, the connection breaking.

Air rushed from your lips in relief. He was alive, that was a comfort, the only comfort you had from the news. Time continued to pass, every so often you would receive a snippet of emotion or a simple, alive. You continued to train with Master Windu, sparring daily. During your sessions with him you had noticed other masters in the doorways, around the area when your sabers were ignited. You decided to ignore them and focus on the battle at hand. It was no secret that you had become skilled with the blade, but it was hardly a reason for the Masters to appear.

Master Yoda appeared one day during sparring practice. He watched from the doorway, leaning on his cane. You became distracted for a moment and Master Windu’s blade singed your hair. You shook your head and focused on sparring, the battle ended with Master Windu pinned to the ground, your blade at his chin. You heard a shuffling of feet and glanced at the door, Master Yoda was nowhere to be found.

The year came to a close and Mandalore was set right. When the news that their mission had been completed you were excited, Obi would be coming home. You reached out to him in excitement and felt a cloud surrounding him.

Obi? You reached out tentatively through the Force. You could feel him reaching for you.

I’m here. His voice whispered in your mind. It’s alright.

You sensed the lie, anyone would have been able to. Liar.

A chuckle traveled through the galaxy to you. I understand why the Jedi forbid attachment.

You could feel the tinge of sadness that laced his words. The frustration, the hurt. I’m sorry. His Force signature leaned into yours, and they mingled together for a moment. You wanted to press him for more information on what had happened, your mind was racing trying to understand.

We’re entitled to our secrets, even from each other. His voice murmured settling your racing mind.

The years continued, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were sent on missions to maintain peace throughout the galaxy. You remained with Master Windu on Coruscant, taking missions when the Council mandated it. Master Windu’s dedication to the preservation of the Jedi arts fueled your late teens and early twenties. As master and apprentice you had brought several younglings to the Order, delivered safely to begin their training. You had found joy in the missions, the smiles of the younglings when they joined their clans. Every return to the Temple you were greeted by eager little ones to meet the newest member. You had found peace in the missions.

That all changed when you landed on Oosalon. You were aware that Padawans had been missing, and their masters along with them. But you hadn’t realized what the warlord Guattako was doing, the army of children he was amassing. Windu had explained the missing Padawans, but no one had been aware of just what Guattako was planning.

Landing on Oosalon you noted the barren terrain, high cliffs and mountains littered the landscape, not a single plant grew. You tried to tap into the planet’s Force, but it was feral, filled with fear and anger.

“Stay alert, we don’t know what lies ahead.” Windu warned as he lead you up a steep incline.

You continued climbing, looking for signs of the lost children and Masters. You froze when a rock fell from the path above you. You glanced up and a flurry of red landed on you, knocking you to the ground. You grasped for any hold, but were pinned on your back. Master Windu went to ignite his saber and a blade appeared at his throat.

“I wouldn’t try it, Jedi.” A green skinned Kyuzo barked, knife biting into Windu’s throat.

The girl dragged you to a standing position, your arms pinned behind your back. She unclipped your saber from your belt and shoved it into her pack. “Don’t forget to bag his.”

You were shoved to your knees in front of, what you assumed was a man. Clothed in dark stone armor and a red cape, his face was concealed behind some kind of deer mask. He sat on a throne, hewn into the side of the cave, his legs crossed over the arm as he lay across it. A staff lazily gripped in his right hand.

“Guattako, we found them on the trail.” The red haired woman snarled, the child had ran into the darkness.

The man, Guattako, appraised you and Master Windu. “Another apprentice and master, I wonder, will they turn to me just as quickly as the others when I kill the master?”

“I would never.” You spat out, Windu giving a warning murmur as the warlord’s full attention turned to you.

“Never?” He asked, “Aren’t you angry, they stole you from your family, trained you, robbed you of the place you belonged?”

“I am where I belong.”

“Oh dear child, how would you know?” Guattako chuckled, “I will make a deal with you. Join me and I will spare you from death.”

“Never.” You spat out.

Guattako whirled on Master Windu, “And what do you have to say, Master?” He stated the title in a mocking tone.

“My apprentice is free to make their own choices, and it would seem, they made their choice clear.” Windu answered calmly.

Guattako’s eyes glowed his eyes landing on the lightsaber in his accomplice’s hand. He reached out his hand and she placed it in his hand. “I will break your apprentice, then I will kill you. All on the holonet, for others to see. They will see, my cause is even greater than the Jedi!” Guattako snarled, he looked down at Windu’s saber in his hands and broke it over his knee. He snapped his fingers, causing the red haired woman and another to grab you and toss you against the wall.

They tied your arms to the chains hanging from the walls. A droid hovered in front of you, it scanned your frame then a red light began flickering on its face.

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The red haired woman approached Guattako and placed two knives into his waiting hands. He spun them, the light glinting of the blades, he turned to Windu. “Shame, I could have had a new lieutenant.” Then he swiped down on your dominant arm, slicing through your robe and into the flesh, you screamed as he dug the blade into the wound. He ripped the blade out and you felt the blood dripping from your arm.

He brought the blade up to your cheek and dragged it down, a long cut following its path. He chuckled, “I’ve always liked the color red.” His blade notched a small cut in your robe and he ripped it open, exposing your front. He sheathed his blade and held his hand out to the girl over his shoulder. “Saber.”

Your lightsaber was placed in his open palm, you flinched when he ignited it. The hum filled your ears, that hum had always been comforting, but in this moment, your blood ran cold. Guattako chuckled.

“In all the Masters I have killed, I haven’t used their sabers against them.” He stepped back for a moment and twirled your saber in his hand. “I’ve heard of the damage Jedi do with these, sure, there’s the ability to cut through anything. Metal, bone, stone. The Padawans I saved, spoke of burns that they had when learning how to wield the saber.” He smirked before setting the blade of your saber against your side.

Heat burned at your side and a scream ripped from your mouth. Your saber was removed from your side for a moment before it was set against your other side. The smell of burning flesh made you wretch.

You could feel eyes on you, not just the ones in the room, but familiar ones. You looked up and swore you saw Obi-Wan before you. This thought was a small distraction before your saber blade was pressed against your body so many times that you were wondering how much of your skin wasn’t burnt by your lightsaber.

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“Would you die for the Jedi Order?” Guattako asked, you could hear the sneer in his voice under his mask.

You glared into his red eyes. “I would.”

You could sense the smirk on Guattako’s face, hidden by his mask as he raised your lightsaber to your throat, the heat pulsing as you took a breath. You raised your eyes to his. If the bastard was going to kill you, you would look into his eyes. Blaster fire echoed in the cave, Guattako fell, your sable rolling across the cave. A young Padawan stood opposite you, blaster in his shaking hands.

“I want to go home.” The boy whimpered. He gripped the blaster and his eyes traveled to Master Windu, who he ran to and began untying him.

“And we will go home.” Windu told the boy before he stood and raced to you, he manipulated the Force to break the chains that held you up, he caught you in his arms as you slumped forward. He gripped at your chin, turning your gaze to him. “I am proud of you.”

You felt tears forming in your eyes. “Master…”

He shook his head, “Sleep now.” He waved his hand before your face and your eyelids drooped and you felt sleep overtake your mind.

Pain burned through the connection, Obi-Wan felt panic rise in his throat. It had been months since anything had passed through the connection. He reached out to you, trying to understand why he was feeling the pain. He tried to send soothing energy to you, something from him. He felt you lock onto his energy for a moment before more pain filled his senses. Master Qui-Gon had sequestered himself in the holo room of the ship. Obi-Wan pushed himself into the room, his eyes wild as he searched for his Master.

Qui-Gon stared up from the holonet projection, Obi-Wan’s eyes fell on your projection. He flinched when the masked figure used his knives against you. He froze when your lightsaber ignited in the figure’s hands.

“Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon greeted solemnly. “The mission on Oosalon has turned. Guattako captured them. He plans to execute Windu, after breaking his apprentice.”

Qui-Gon’s apprentice gripped at his head as pain rippled through the connection again. “So we’re just going to watch? We have to go to them!”

“We are across the galaxy.” Qui-Gon murmured. “We wouldn’t make it in time. The Council is aware of the sacrifice they make.”

“Is sacrifice all the Council cares about?” Obi-Wan snarled.

A chuckle escaped Qui-Gon’s lips. “I think I’m rubbing off on you.”

Then your voice cut through the room. “I would.”

Obi’s eyes grew wide. “No, no!” He reached out with the Force, wildly grasping for your signature. He locked on just as the blaster fire rang out. Guattako fell and you remained breathing, your eyes focused on where Obi stood through the holonet. Alive. He heard your voice in his mind.

“We are returning to Coruscant.” Qui-Gon stated, standing from his seat and turning off the holonet projection. Obi’s head whipped to his Master, who offered nothing more as he walked to the pilot’s seat.

Obi-Wan sighed, he hadn’t realized the security that single word had brought to him. It had been years since the mission on Mandalore, he wondered if you had felt the same when he sent that one word. Alive. He sat on the floor and closed his eyes, willing himself to meditate, to calm his mind. He was consumed by calm as your voice echoed in his mind. Alive.

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GRIMOIRE: TALE OF TALES. DAY 13.

── summary. the circus is a mysterious place, don’t believe everything you see.

── roles. circus performers!ateez, circus performer!reader

── genres. circus, supernatural, established poly relationship

── word count. 4.3k

── warnings. cussing, slight harassment (nothing too serious, goes with the next warning), the word “freak” gets used, brief nudity (nonsexual), getting eaten alive, blood, some body gore at the very end

── main menu.

── message. the inspiration and dedication for this story goes to @seacottons​ so credit for some aspects of my story goes to them. their’s is way better than mine please go read it!

“now, i hoped you all enjoyed the show but unfortunately we have reached the end of the show,” the house lets out a chorus of disappointment making hongjoong laugh lightheartedly. “but do not be sad, for i have one last performance for you all,” he says, quickly getting the crowd to quiet down.

you stood off to the side near the entrance that all the performers had used to enter and exit, along with all the props that they had used. your sparkling blue one piece feeling scratchy on your skin and the fishnet tights are cutting into your thighs. no matter how many times you have performed, you still can’t help but feel nervous. thankfully, you feel a set of hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

“you look beautiful, my flower. blue is definitely your color,” san’s voice is deep sounding and his breath hits your ear as he speaks right into it. 

“you say that about every single color i wear,” you reply back teasingly, you’re glad san decided to come talk to you because you are starting to feel a little less nervous.

“because it’s true,” he says back and presses a kiss to your cheek, “break a leg, y/n.”

“ladies and gentlemen! i present to you… wonderland’s flower!” hongjoong announces and you make your way over to where hongjoong was. you allowed a smile to grace your face as the house clapped for you. there were a few loud wolf whistles that sounded throughout the tent, but you ignored them as it was common by now to hear them.

hongjoong holds a white gloved hand out to you which you happily take and you watch his eyes flash an inhumanly blue before it fades and he hands you the microphone. he kisses your own gloved hand before letting it go and stepping away before making his exit from the ring. 

the lights dimmed, letting a single light shine solely on you as the music began to play throughout the tent. 

it was whirring away in the distance the faint light i'm thinking of moving there like there is not

as if asking who you are when it blinks i have my eyes closed pray to meet you

you watch as the crowd’s eyes all begin to change. their excited expressions now turning tired as you continue to sing.

there, along the bright light we now two you came to me on the shining day a long pain even with darkness we gon' light up towards farther shining places we gonna shine-er

getting closer one step at a time the closer you go we have confidence it's the original one

you felt your lips twitch into a faint smile as you watch small balls of light start to form from everyone in the crowd and leave their bodies.

my shine light true light came with destiny looking at each other in the night sky starlight the moment i looked at each other the dark nights are falling we shine in it

“ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, i hope you had a wonderful time here in the promised wonderland,” you began saying. your voice echoing into the heads of those watching you, “but i’m afraid this will be our last show. please make sure to gather all belongings and parents make sure you don’t lose your kids. because once you leave this tent, you will forget everything you saw.” 

you began singing once again, skipping the verse that was supposed to come next due to you making your exit speech.

in this dream i met in a dream fantasy i do not want to stop this fantasy i dreamed i can not breathe here we let them in take a deep breath new dimensional trip

you sang the rest of the song without pausing and as soon as you stopped and the music faded, everyone got up at once and made their way out of the tent without a word. once the last person was out, the large curtains of the tent closed and that’s when you finally turned to exit the tent.

the workers were quick to start packing things onto the train and hongjoong’s booming voice only fueled them to go faster. props, animals, and equipment all loaded into their respective train cars. you rushed over to your own train car you shared with hongjoong and seonghwa, and was happy to see the eldest of the performers sitting at his small desk.

“seonghwa,” you earn his attention and he sends you a smile as you begin to take off your show outfit. “did i do a good job tonight?” you asked him, making him smile at you as he nods his head.

“of course you did. hongjoong is very proud of you, my flower. he’s very pleased with the souls you collected from tonight,” he tells you, his eyes following you intently as you move around the car in order to put on more comfortable clothing. 

you take this opportunity to look at him to find that he was still in his show outfit except with his jacket hanging over his chair and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. 

“it’s not nice to stare, y/n,” he teases, making you flush a little as you look from him in order to button up your own shirt. well... it was actually yunho, but since his shirts are so silky and airy that you can’t help but to steal and wear them. 

you let out a small laugh as you feel a wave of tiredness wash over your form. performing into front of big audiences like that always did tire you out quickly. a bad side effect that happens when you hypnotize humans. you walk over to seonghwa before straddling his lap and the two of you look at each other with matching love-filled eyes before you wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder after kissing him.

“i forget that performing wears you out,” seonghwa says, although you felt it was more to himself than to you, so only let out a soft hm-mm in response. “go lay down on the bed, dear,” he says rubbing your back but you only whine.

“i want to rest here, in your lap and arms,” you say and seonghwa is quickly to allow you to do as you please before he continues going back to what he was doing before you entered. you close your eyes letting out a deep breath as you allow sleep to consume you.

hongjoong finally enters the car an hour later after making sure everything was loaded and everyone was where they were supposed to be. soon enough the train starts to move which causes him to move forward a little bit. he’s greeted by the sight of you sleeping soundly in seonghwa’s arms as he counts out the money they had earned for tonight’s show.

slipping his jacket off, hongjoong walks over and presses a kiss to the older man’s cheek before kissing the crown of your head. 

“tonight was a great show, yeah?” seonghwa spoke after several minutes of them sitting in silence. hongjoong was unbuttoning his shirt which slowly revealed his lean chest that seonghwa couldn’t help but admire. 

“it was,” hongjoong began, “the house was full of excitement which always makes for a good meal,” he adds and puts on a clean shirt and pants. he lays down on the bed, feeling tired from having to host the show and make everything went smoothly for everyone else. 

hongjoong was about to drift off to sleep himself before the door to the car slid open so loudly and harshly that it scared hongjoong and made him sit up, but also startled you awake making you cling onto seonghwa for comfort.

“wooyoung, what the hell is wrong with you!” seonghwa furrows his eyebrows as he turns to the acrobatic who is rushing into the car over to him and you.

“y/n! y/n! y/n! me and the others are gonna play pirates and we need you,” wooyoung was pulling on your arm in an attempt to get you to agree and stand up quicker.

“no way! i don’t like playing pirates with you, you always play unfairly,” you say ripping your arm away from him. the blond pouts at you before letting out an annoyed sigh.

“you can be with yunho and yeosang for this game,” wooyoung says, trying to get you to agree to come with him. he can see how you think about it for a second before moving off of seonghwa’s lap to stand up. wooyoung beams at you before grabbing your hand and dragging you with him out of the car and into the next one.

“why didn’t he ask us to play?” hongjoong asks after realizing that the younger male didn’t bother asking or acknowledging the eldest two.

“because i hate that game and you’re too competitive,” seonghwa says as he turns back to writing.

hongjoong huffs a little bit before speaking, “am not.”

“are too.” hongjoong only rolled his eyes before laying back to finally get some sleep.

when the train arrived in the next town a week later, mingi was quick to drag you and yunho off the train and into town in order to explore. you were a little sad he didn’t give you a chance to give jongho a goodbye kiss, but you had promised to spend more time with him when you returned.

walking through the new town, you couldn’t help smile and laugh at how happy mingi seemed to be. he always enjoyed exploring the towns you all stopped at, it was a great way to learn more about the world you all forced to be a part of. 

you were honestly glad mingi was always so excited to explore. finding his curiosity cute and the way his eyes sparkled when he learned something new always warmed your heart. you on the other hand weren’t really that interested in learning about the humans and their world. you were happy as long as you were with your lovers and not having to stay in one place for too long. 

“should we get some cookies for the others?” mingi’s question snaps you out of your thoughts and you turn to him with a nod. he smiles before quickly running to where the bakery was with you and yunho trailing behind him. 

“what were you thinking about?” yunho’s voice is quiet as he leans closer to your ear as you both wait outside for mingi. 

“how cute mingi is when we come to a new town,” you say and yunho laughs nodding agreement.

“i know. his face lights up and his smile is so big. it makes me want to protect him forever,” yunho says and you can’t help but agree with him as well.

the two of you watch as workers from the train start appearing around the streets in order to promote you all. you look to see the familiar large red and white tent peeking up over the tree line before turning back just as mingi exits the bakery, a bag of cookies in his hand.

“alright! let’s go back!” mingi cheers before the three of you go back to the train and the circus that was quickly being set up.

a few days later and it was time for another show. some people had showed up early in order to look around to see what else the circus had to offer and you and san walked around, arm in arm, to make sure everything was going well outside. 

the two of you were about to go back to the others to prepare before you noticed a group of guys crowding around one of the workers. 

“san…” you trail off tugging on his sleeve and pointing towards the worker. san glares before making his way over to see what was going on. you couldn’t help but follow after him, because the last thing you need was for him to cause unwanted trouble right before the show.

“what’s wrong with you freak?” one of the guys asked, pointing his index finger harshly into the worker’s shoulder. “does the freak not know how to talk?” he questions, making the other guys snicker.

“hey!” san calls out earning their attention, “can i help you guys with something?”

“huh? who are you, punk?”

“i’m one of the owners of this circus,” san said as he stopped walking and you stopped right behind him. you made eye contact with the worker and gestured for them to quickly leave which they did. 

you were glad that you saw what was going on before it took a turn for the worst. most of the workers didn’t know how to speak any of the human languages, so if they spoke then it would come out as an incoherent mess to human ears which would have further provoked these guys. once the worker was out of sight, you turned back to san and the guys only to make eye contact with one of them. the guy smirked at you, looking at you up and down which prompted you to roll your eyes at him.

“...and i would appreciate it if you didn’t bother my workers. if you need help, go to the help desk at the entrance, not someone who is trying to do their job. and i would also like for your friends to stop gawking at my lady,” san’s jaw is clenched at the sight of having these guys stare at you.

“why can’t i look at her? she’s probably just another unwanted freak, so there’s nothing wrong with looking,” the what you assumed to be the leader of the group says with his friends nodding in agreement. “that’s all you circus people are good for anyway.”

“you watch your fucking mouth,” san says, getting ready to charge at the guy but you hold him back. 

“san, they aren’t worth it. come on, we need to get ready,” you say, making san huff in anger as he pulls away from you and turns around, his hand coming out to guide you away from the unwanted and troublesome eyes. their laugh echoing through your skull the further you walk away. 

“i’m gonna kill those fucking humans,” san says as he practically rips his shirt off as he tries to take it off. some of his buttons fly off and roll around on the floor. you frown as you watch one roll underneath the bed. 

“san, it’s fine. don’t worry about them, after tonight we’ll never see them again and they even remember us,” you say sitting down on the bed, his outfit in your hands waiting to hand it off to him.

“you didn’t see how they were fucking you with their eyes. fucking humans, i hate them so damn much, it kills me. fuck!” he says, eyes burning red as he punches the wall next to him. 

“san! calm down!” you hiss, standing up, you can’t see them but you’re sure your eyes are also glowing a golden color. that’s what happens when you let your emotions overwhelm you. san glares at you before letting out an annoyed sigh as turns away from you. 

he takes his shirt off, tossing it to the side before undoing his pants and sliding them off, his underwear comes off soon after. you honestly never understood why he and wooyoung – you’re pretty sure yeosang does it too – preferred going commando, but you assumed it only felt comfortable or something. he turns around and neither of you say a word as you watch him slip into his outfit. his red, black, and silver leotard fitting him perfectly and he moves to put his shoes on and before he could leave, you quickly reach out and stop him. he looks at you as you push him down onto the bed before hovering over him. 

“don’t leave me upset,” you say looking at him, he watches as your eyes become rimmed in the golden color. his hand comes to card through your hair before he gently brings you down for your lips to meet his.

the two of you end up kissing until yunho comes in and startles the both of you with his loud voice. “come on san, go finish getting ready with wooyoung,” he says as you move to sit up so san can go get his makeup and hair done.

once san is gone, you notice yunho is halfway dressed. him not needing anything over the top as his ‘magic’ does all the extravagant work for him. he comes to sit down next to you and you immediately let your head rest on his shoulder.

“one of the workers told me and the others about those humans that were bothering them and how you and san handled the situation.”

“you mean the situation that almost caused san to rip them apart? then yeah sure, it was handled,” you say sarcastically making the male chuckle a little bit.

“i’ll make sure to keep an eye out,” he says before standing up and turns to look at you. his eyes immediately squint as he takes in what you’re wearing. “is that my shirt?” he asks and you look at him in surprise. 

you shake your head, “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say looking away from him, making him only laugh again.

“if you say so my flower,” he says, leaning down to kiss you before turning and leaving. you bid each other bye before he closes the door leaving you alone in the train car. 

you find yourself thinking for a few moments before you stand up and make your way out of the train car and over to the worker than was in charge of the music that would play during your performance. the worker immediately turned to you, sensing your form approaching them as they bowed slightly in greeting. 

“play number five today,” you told them and they nodded making the quick adjustments that were needed in order for the right track to play. you thank them and they bow slightly once more before you turn to leave in order to get ready. 

you once more hear the echoing of laughter as you walk towards your train car knowing that it would be the last time they laughed.

“you’re... you’re performing that song tonight?” yeosang’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as you turn to look at him. he was already changed out of his outfit, having been one of the first ones to perform tonight, but his hair was still pulled back in a small ponytail that it is usually in whenever he performs. he likes his hair long, but the hassle of seeing while performing is the only downside he often says. “did those humans really piss you off that much? or is it because they made san upset?”

“i think you already know,” you answer, making him grin as he lets out a small hum. 

“now, i hoped you all enjoyed the show but unfortunately we have reached the end of the show,” the familiar words ring throughout the tent and the usual response from the house is heard. “but do not be sad, for i have one last performance for you all,” he says, and the house immediately goes quiet as he speaks. 

yeosang bids you good luck before quickly disappearing and you turn to see your dancers all lined up and statue-like. if you didn’t know what they were, you would have thought they were statues. they wore all black in contrast to your silver one, and black silk cloths covered their eyes… well to be honest they don’t have eyes so the cloth is a way to not expose the whole circus to the humans.

“ladies and gentlemen! i present to you… wonderland’s flower!” the crowd cheers as you take graceful steps into the ring in order to meet hongjoong. he looked at you the most beautiful thing to come from existence as he took in your appearance. the familiar and spine chilling blue rimming in his eyes and his smile grew as he saw yours sparkle with gold. 

hongjoong kisses your hand like he always does before turning to make his exit, the dancers passing him as the come to stand behind you.

the lights dim down greatly before they slowly change into a deep artificial blue color that drowns you and the ring in the color. your eyes scan the crowd before landing on the men from earlier who are undoubtedly looking at you like a piece of meat. you hear ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ as the music starts.

as the intro begins you remain in place, the dancers effortlessly dancing to music like it's the only thing they know how to do. the crowd watches in awe at how they move before they snap their attention to one, once you begin to sing. 

way that i move got the whole world watchin’ i’m in a mood and i don’t wanna hide it blue chills and white shivers i’m ice cold, baby on an ocean of glitter

you always did think the lyrics had an odd tone to it considering the only time you really only used this song.

it rains out of control these chains don’t have a hold on me don’t say, i’m a sinner i’m ice cold, baby on an ocean of glitter

you watch as the audience begins to lose the light to their eyes as they continue to watch and listen to you. your voice echoing and throbbing and crashing around in their heads, your eyes slowly turning gold as they stand out from the blue light. the only people in the audience that aren’t affected are the four men who slowly begin to notice the change in atmosphere in the house.

they watch in shock at how balls of light leave all the audience members and disappear to a place they can’t see from their seats. 

feelin’ the danger in every motion don’t be a stranger to your emotion truth hurts but lies wither i’m ice cold, baby on an ocean of glitter

“ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, i hope you had a wonderful time here in the promised wonderland,” you began saying. your voice echoing into the heads of those watching you. the four men beginning to slowly grow fearful of what was happening around them, “but i’m afraid this will be our last show. please make sure to gather all belongings and parents make sure you don’t lose your kids. because once you leave this tent, you will forget everything you saw. expect... you four,” you point to them and you watch their eyes go wide at how you pointed to them.

you near the end of the song and suddenly like always, the audience all get up silently and leave in a quiet fashion. the curtain closes behind the last of the audience and the four males can only watch in horror as they try their best to stand up and run away but it was useless.

“you four… better run for your life.”

you step onto the train car that you share with hongjoong and seonghwa a happy smile on your face as you walk over to your eldest lover and drape your arms over his shoulders from behind. seonghwa notices from the small desk mirror the blood on your face as you lick your lips, eyes full on gold making him smirk at your reflection.

“did you have fun?” he asks although he is sure he knows the answer. you nod as you straighten up and walk over to change your clothes. “it’s been a while since i heard that song,” he says as he hums the familiar tune while bobbing his head from side to side. you laugh at him finding this little action cute. “i forget how scary you can get whenever someone upsets one of us.” 

“of course, no one upsets my loves and gets away with it,” you tease with a smile. you smile absentmindedly as you sit on the bed thinking of the four males that had upset san earlier today. 

“it had been a while since the dancers ate, no?” seonghwa asks and you nod your head thinking of the eyeless statue humanoids that usually remain in one of the last few cars on the train. 

“they’ll eat good tonight,” you said as you twirled a piece of your hair just as hongjoong entered the car. he greeted seonghwa with a brief kiss before he began to change his clothes. you, however, were too lost in thought about what was going on in the last train car that you couldn’t help the sick looking smile and laugh that escaped past your lips.

“no! no! please no, god!” one of the males screamed as he watched as the eyeless creatures ripped apart his friends with their inhumanely sharpe teeth and equally as dangerous claws. one of the creatures snapped their head in his direction at the sounds of his cries. they stood up and made their way over to him in slow steps that made the guy coward in fear as he tried to scoot away from the monster that was nearing him. the creature let out a hissful-screech before lunging at the guy and ripping into his throat.

you continued to laugh and smile hysterically at the thought of the humans being ripped apart. the laughter no longer echoing in your mind, but instead screams and begs for mercy. 

[comeandreadawhile]

Au: Boba gets adopted

Obi-Wan had several things that need attending to as he trudged along the innards of a Geonosian arena—his injured leg, the unsettlingly cryptic news of a Sith Lord being in control of the Senate, and whatever unhealthy attachment seems to have settled in his padawan for a certain senator in the time he’d been with her for starters—before reaching an archway that led once more into the partially enclosed bloodbath. There, among the devastating loss of some 200 Jedi knights and masters, among the clean up crew and those bagging bodies for transport to Coruscant, was a little boy kneeling in the rust red sand and clutching his father’s helmet like a lifeline.

Obi-Wan Kenobi found his list of things to attend to had a new and vastly more pressing priority.

He tried not to be an impulsive man, something he had tried to instill in Anakin with only moderate success. He tried. But the Jedi were known as protectors and peacekeepers, and no one was paying a bit of mind to the grieving child. A grieving orphan who knew no one but the older (younger?) brothers firmly ignoring him and one separatist-aligned and already-fled Count. Obi-Wan changed his direction and made no answer when Anakin asked where he was going.

He approached the boy quietly, but with his injury and the crunching sand, there was plenty of noise for the little one not to be spooked. He didn’t get too close, merely letting himself be known in the boy’s peripheral vision before moving to sit in the sand—something his leg greatly protested—a few feet away. He didn’t speak, perfectly content to wait to be openly acknowledged while the boy failed to hide his sobbing. He didn’t have to wait long.

“What do you want, Jedi?” The child spat, his voice thick and choked with tears. Obi-Wan could tell he wasn’t looking for condolences or pretty words, so honesty was probably his best course.

“You don’t need to be alone right now,” he started. “I’ll leave if you truly wish but you need someone right now.”

The boy scoffed and held, if possible, tighter to the silver helm. “How would you know what I need? Just leave me alone!” The bite in his voice cracked at the end.

“Because I’ve been exactly where you are,” Obi-Wan almost flinched at the cliche. The child clearly felt the same.

“Sure you were. Of course you were,” came the bitter words the young Fett had every right to. “Because every other guy’s dad is—was k—” He choked once more as tears drowned out the mournful retort.

Obi-Wan extended a hand and continued somberly. “I saw my Master killed by a Sith’s lightsaber, and I spent so long hating myself for being powerless to help him.” The boy had bit his lip, shaking as Obi-Wan watched him sob. “Being alone with that kind of grief was a terrible thing, something I would never wish on you or anyone.” He was content once more to let the boy grieve in peace, merely offering his company and the hand he kept extended upon the red sand between them. He could feel Anakin lingering in the alcove he’d parted with him in, confusion and apprehension rolling off him steadily in the Force; he should’ve been seeing a medic about that arm of his. An idea that had been forming in his head was finally matched with words. As the boy’s cries slowly turned in wet hiccups, Obi-Wan scooted a little closer—and his leg still was unhappy about it—and the boy turned his gaze, tearful and suspicious, back on him. Obi-Wan spoke gently.

“Copanni olaror ti ni?”

The boy’s tear-streaked face snapped up at the words. “Tion gar lise jorhaa’ir Mando’a?”

He nodded, answering softly, “We can speak in whichever you prefer. You didn’t answer my question.” Mando’a would offer familiarity, but that familiarity could also be painful at present. Based on the scrunched face the child made, Obi-Wan accepted it was probably the latter. He watched the little one drop his head to rest his cheek against the helmet. Taun We had said the boy’s name, but Obi-Wan found himself struggling to remember it through the rush of the last cycle’s events.

“I can take care of myself,” the boy answered quietly. “Dad taught me how.”

Obi-Wan nodded, not terribly surprised. “I’m sure he did a fine job, but he couldn’t have wished for you to have the need so young. I’m sure he’d want you looked after.”

The little one sniffled pitifully and nodded, and some minutes passed as Obi-Wan watched the cogs turn in the child’s head. Then, unsure and still shaky, a little hand moved to grasp the one still extended between them. Obi-Wan squeezed the little fingers gently before moving carefully to stand. The other arm opened as he turned, and the boy stood, still clutching the helmet, and allowed himself to be scooped up. Obi-Wan kept most of the boy’s weight directed to the hip of his uninjured leg, noticed how the little one’s body sagged against his own once he was settled, and began a course back to his padawan. He pressed the boy’s head under his chin, allowing him to hide in the hollow of Obi-Wan’s throat.

“I’ll do my best to look after you,” he promised. He would—he knew plenty enough about Mandalore and her people to get this child through his trial of adulthood when he reached thirteen, and enough about his own trauma to never assume the boy was alright. “If you aren’t happy with me, I’ll do my best to get you somewhere you are.” They boy only sniffled and nodded in response, but that was more than enough right now. A moment, and several steps, passed. “Taun We introduced us but could I ask your name again, little one?”

A croaked reply fell against his collarbone, “Boba.”

Obi-Wan nodded once more and brought the hand not supporting Boba’s weight to the back of the boy’s head, “Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’ad, Boba.” To this, the hand gripping his shirt clenched and Boba nodded into his throat, and if his collar was soon wet with fresh tears, Obi-Wan made no mention of it.

He walked the both of them back to Anakin and Senator Amidala as quickly as his leg and Boba’s added weight allowed him, and together they made for the ship. Anakin, blessedly, didn’t ask about the child in his arms until they were aboard the ship they’d be taking to Coruscant, once Boba was wrapped in a shock blanket and assured, when Obi-Wan put him down and made to leave to get something, that Obi-Wan wouldn’t be far for long.

“Master, the boy?”

“The bounty hunter’s son,” he provided. He didn’t stop on his path out of the ship—they wouldn’t be taking off quite yet but he felt no need to dawdle. “Your new little brother.” Anakin looked like he’d been struck.

“A new apprentice? You’re replacing me for disobeying you?”

That stopped him very effectively. He turned as he spoke. “You listen to me now if never again, Anakin Skywalker,” he began lowly. He would not let the boy he raised go on with the same doubts he’d had with Qui-Gon. “I will never replace you. You are mine to me, if I was ever a father to you.” Anakin had grown taller than him just in the last year, but Obi-Wan had no qualms about putting a palm on the back of his padawan’s neck to ground him. “But that boy just lost his only family, and he needs someone.” Anakin nodded solemnly. The boy understanding, Obi-Wan lightened his tone. “Which means that I now have one padawan, and two sons. Unfortunately, you’ll have to learn to share.” He finished with a grin.

Anakin huffed out a laugh and nodded again, smiling. “I understand, Master, thank you.” As Obi-Wan gave his neck a pat and moved once move to exit the ship, Anakin inquired after him, “Where are you going?”

Obi-Wan merely called back over his shoulder, “I have to retrieve something before we leave.” Something that neither boy needed to see at that moment, but Boba was sure to treasure in years to come—it would certainly fit when he stopped growing. So onward Obi-Wan moved, making his way back into the dreaded arena, speaking to exactly the people he needed to for certain arrangements before moving on to find his quarry. And he would.

Every piece of Jango Fett’s armor.

A look at next chapter:

“Are we not honor bound to help those in need?”

“You know that this goes against our code!”

“A Jedi of this Order killed his father, so a Jedi of this Order will raise him in his father’s place.”

[nebytheneb]

The love of a Jedi.

“The reader grew up as a Jedi or near the Jedi temple (you decide) and she knew Obi Wan all their life. She fell in love so hard because it slowly builds itself over years and years and then some day, after Obi Wan doubts himself after a failed mission or something about Anakin, she just can’t take it anymore and tells him everything.” 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 Katevino

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Pairing: Obi-Wan x Jedi!reader

A/N: OKAY BUT LIKE I ENJOYED WRITING THIS ONE! I will admit it was hard to express the emotions, but I think I did alright? This has definitely been one of my favourite ones so far. Thank you for requesting it! Oh, and I hope it was what you were hoping for. 

𝙿.𝚂: 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚌𝚠 𝙾𝚋𝚒 𝚘𝚛 𝙴𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝙼𝚌𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚛 𝙾𝚋𝚒-

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A Jedi has a lot of responsibilities, fighting in a war while harbouring extreme feelings for a fellow Jedi shouldn’t be one of them.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, one of the most well respect Jedi in the council and someone you have known since he got his first lightsaber. You were there when he became Gui-Gon’s padawan. You were there when he was grieving over his master’s death, and you were there when he took Anakin in as his padawan.

Safe to say, you knew him more than anyone else. Though, something had grown over the years.

Every time he looked at you, when he took charge in making a plan of attack, the way he fights, when he grins. It made you stumble, a warm feeling floods your chest, blood would rush to your cheeks and ears.

However, you could never utter a word about these feelings even if you wanted to yell from rooftops about the emotions that plagued you every day. Although, you pushed the feelings down, ignore them, and pretend that those feelings don’t exist because it was against the Jedi code. 

You were on a Star Destroyer with Obi-Wan and Anakin after an unsuccessful mission, which resulted in a planet being taken over by the Separatists. 

The meeting with the Jedi High council had just ended in the situation room. The three of you stayed silent. Tension thickening by the minute until Anakin was the first to speak up.

“They trusted us,” He said, fists clenching. “and we failed them.” Both you and Obi share a look, one of concern.

“Anakin, we were outnumbered-” Obi tried speaking. “We could have still taken them on!” He countered. “Stop this, It won’t get us anywhere.” Obi said, resulting in his padawan storm off out the door in anger. 

Obi-Wan pinches the bridge of his nose, like he would do in situations he doesn’t know how to handle. You lift your hand up to wave away the clones that guarded the door to which they left through the same door. 

“I should have known that they would outnumber us.” He said, sighing before looking at the holomap laid out in front of them. You grip the white cloak you wore. “Obi, we didn’t know.” You said, walking closer to him but keeping a notable distance. 

“He is right, we failed them. I failed them.” You could see this jaw tightening, shoulders were stiff as well. “No, Skywalker shouldn’t have run in like that. He acted reckless.” You said, trying to reason. “Perhaps, I failed him.”

“Failed him?” You said, scoffing at the idea. Obi-Wan sighs while trying to analyse the holomap. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t know what to do? I don’t believe that. You’re an incredible Jedi Master with a brilliant mind and I-” You stop yourself, feeling the bubbling of emotions in your throat ready to spill out. 

Obi-Wan looks away from the map to look at you. In that moment you wondered if he knew, had he figured it out? The idea terrified you. “What?” You back away from him, turning your back to him while running a hand through your hair in a frustrated manner.

You take a deep breath before twirling around to face him again. “Obi-Wan Kenobi, I never want to hear you say that you failed anyone, not even Anakin. You do not know,” You pause, considering your words. “how much you mean to me, everything about you makes me want to crumble.”

This is when everything comes out, all those emotions that have been piling up over the years finally start pouring out. “The way you take charge in a meeting, planning an attack, and you stroke that beautiful beard of yours while you’re in deep thought.” This sudden outburst of yours stunned him. 

A feeling in your chest became heavy as it feels like your mind was going a million miles an hour. “I,” Tears welled up in your eyes, frightening to fall. “I love when I see you looking proud of Anakin for whatever reason or when a mission goes well and I get to read the report of it afterwards. Reading all the great things you did and all the people you saved.”

You reach up, placing your hand against his cheek, feeling the prickly hairs of his beard in the palm of your hand. “Obi-Wan, I love you more than a friend or childhood best friend, more than you could ever know, and it hurts, it hurts so much.” You sighed heavily before letting your head drop. Tears falling down and hitting the floor.

The fellow Jedi was speechless. The confession along with the tears that travelled down your reddened cheeks. He never expected this. Perhaps he was blind to the feelings his close friend was feeling, Regardless of whether he returned the feelings, this still all felt overwhelming to him, to know how much love you had for him.

He pulls you into an embrace where you let tears dampen his clothed chest. Never in your life have you felt so many emotions at the same time. Although one stood out, that makes you let out a smile. You pull yourself out of the embrace and you look up, smiling at him. 

“I never knew I meant this much to you.” He said while running his hand over his hair, messing it up. “You mean a lot to so many.” You replied as he reaches out to wipe the tears off your cheek, you lean into the touch and you could have sworn that he was close to tears. 

It felt like it lifted a weight off your chest, finally after years of pushing away the feelings that were oh, so forbidden because of the Jedi code. 

The door to the room slides open and Anakin walks in. Almost in unison, both you and Obi-wan look at the holomap. “This looks like a weak point. Perhaps we could send a squadron there.” You say, and Obi strokes his beard while nodding. “Ah, Skywalker! We were just about to plan an attack.” 

Anakin walks over to the holomap, standing across from you two. “Master, I apologise for my outburst.” He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with the two of them. “It was out of order-” He gets cut off by his master. “Anakin, it’s fine, but let’s focus on trying to regain control on the planet.” Obi-Wan said.

He nods and gets straight to analysing the map while coming up with plans. He even calls in Captain Rex.

You glance at your childhood friend, sharing a smile with him. Saying your feelings out loud was the greatest thing you could have done ever since becoming friends with this Jedi that stood by you. However, some words would forever be unspoken by him. Unlike you, he could never utter such words you said today.

But that was okay, as long as he knows how you feel and how valuable he is to so many.