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[veiled-in-robes]

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It was late when you were dismissed from the briefing.

Honestly? The war was hell.

You knew it wouldn’t be enjoyable, but you weren’t prepared for how much work it would be. Constant missions, putting everything on the line, but what mattered the most was the lack of time you two got to spend together.

The Temple halls were quiet. Everyone was either asleep or away, trying to hold the galaxy together. The only sound was the soft hum of golden lights overhead.

He was walking right beside you, both of you unsure if you were far enough from the only other people still awake to be heard.

Your caution had become excessive. Maybe even strange. His wasn’t as intense as yours, but with every day, you were growing more paranoid — afraid someone might find out about what the two of you were doing.

You constantly lowered your voice anytime your words felt too intimate. In briefings, on missions, even while giving orders to your battalion, if he was there, you kept your distance.

Force forbid someone might notice.

Even back in your quarters, the ones he had practically moved into , you couldn’t fully relax. Couldn’t just let yourself be.

Your mind was constantly plagued by thoughts: someone walking in, even with the door locked. Someone noticing how often you left together in the mornings. Someone putting the pieces together.

Some logical part of you knew, really knew, that in these chaotic times, no one likely cared enough to notice. But that didn’t stop the thoughts from spiraling.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Obi-Wan finally said.

“You know why,” you whispered.

“You’re too paranoid, you know?” he said, stopping in his tracks to look at you. “No one’s here. We’re allowed to talk.”

“I know we are, I just…” You sighed. “Looking at how Anakin and Padmé are handling things, I really think we shouldn’t be this reckless.”

“You did not just compare us to the most obvious secret in the galaxy,” he said, laughing under his breath.

“Okay, maybe that was too harsh,” you admitted and despite everything, a smile started to creep onto your lips.

“Well, can’t argue with that,” he said as he stepped closer, wrapping his arms gently around your waist.“Look, no one’s dismissing us from the Order right now.”

“Maybe because it’s well past midnight and the only ones still awake are Yoda and Windu, who are probably going to be debating battle strategy until sunrise?” you replied, trying not to laugh.

“Well then,” he smirked, “we have more than enough time for you to stop stressing and acting like someone installed hidden cameras in your room.”

“Please don’t give me ideas.”

Back in your quarters, you collapsed onto the couch, worn out by the weight of everything, the war, the secrecy, the constant pretending.

Obi-Wan followed silently and sat beside you, carefully lifting your head and settling it in his lap. His fingers brushed gently through your hair.

“Are you better now?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” you murmured. “I’m just tired.”

“I think we all are.” He leaned back with a quiet sigh. “But you put too much pressure on yourself. I know we’ve been getting a lot of work lately… but let’s just hope it’s all for a good cause.”

You turned your head slightly to look up at him.

“How can you be so calm about all this?” you asked, voice sharp with the edge of frustration.“Do you never question if maybe your life would be better if you never took this path?”

Obi-Wan was quiet for a moment. Then, simply:

“Frankly, I don’t.”

“How?” you demanded, sitting up slightly. “If we weren’t here, if we weren’t forced to follow some rules written thousands of years ago, we could have everything we wanted. We could just be. Without the stress. Without hiding.”

He gave you a small, sad smile.

“Yes. But if we never took this path…”He reached for your hand.“There would be no us.”

You stared at him, heart aching.

“I still think we would find each other,” you whispered. “Even if we were different people.”

“I like to think about that too,” he said, voice low.“But we found each other like this. So we have to cherish it, because we won’t get another chance in a different life, this is all we have.”

He squeezed your hand, gaze steady.

“And I’m fine with everything that happens. As long as you stay by my side.”

[veiled-in-robes]

Hi! Could I possibly request a Han Solo recusing the reader? Maybe they’re being used as bait to get Han, and they’ve been trying to somehow reach him and say it’s a trap, but he’s not listening?

𝓝𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽

You’d known Han for a long time ; a pilot, a smuggler, rough around the edges, just like you.Something changed within him when Luke Skywalker entered the picture and the Rebellion truly began to take shape. Han joined the cause and changed-from a man that only cared about his material wellbeing to someone invested in the cause of saving the galaxy-and naturally, so did you. You were the brain-small missions, quiet jobs, the kind where you planned from behind the scenes while the heroes ran into danger.But every time Han left with Luke and Leia to save the galaxy, something in you twisted. It wasn’t jealousy, not really, you knew they needed you elsewhere. And most days, you preferred being the brains of the operation.

But lately? You would’ve gladly traded all of that just to be next to him. Even if it meant standing face-to-face with Darth Vader himself.

Although now, you really were starting to wonder if maybe you’d been better off sticking with holograms and backroom planning, slicing intel, coordinating strikes, figuring out how to make the Empire bleed without ever drawing your own. It was easier, safer, and still did as much damage as a blaster in your hand.But here you were, boots in the mud, heart in your throat, leading a small cell of rebels into a supposedly “abandoned” outpost deep in the Outer Rim.

You moved through the dark corridor, hand on the grip of your blaster, your team behind you, tight and quiet. Every step brought you closer to the mainframe room, where you were supposed to plant a data virus that would sever this outpost from what was left of the Imperial fleet.

Simple. In and out. No unnecessary risks.

The virus was planted, and you were ready to make your escape. Everything seemed perfect.

You’d barely taken two steps toward the exit when the heavy mechanical doors groaned open. You turned on instinct, hand flying to your blaster, just in time to see an entire battalion of clone troopers flooding the hallway.

“Kriff,” you muttered, ducking into a defensive stance.

Blaster fire erupted. Red bolts scorched the walls. Your squad returned fire, chaos breaking out in seconds. But something was off.

They weren’t targeting you, not directly.

That’s when it hit you: they didn’t want you dead.

They wanted you alive, maybe hurt, bleeding, but alive.

A stun blast slammed into your ribs. Pain flared. You hit the floor hard as the world tilted sideways.

The last thing you saw before everything went dark was a black boot stepping into view, and a voice slick with victory:

“Don’t worry. He’ll come for you. They always do.”

Han was pacing around the briefing room at one of your hidden bases, constantly checking for a message from you, or any update from your battalion.

Nothing. Silence.

“We haven’t heard from her in too long, Leia,” he said, his voice tight.

“Maybe they got delayed,” Leia replied calmly. “You know how it gets in the Outer Rim.”

“Yes, I know,” Han snapped. “That’s why I’m worried.”

“She can take care of herself. She’s not stupid.”

“I never said she was. I just want her safe.”

“I want that too, Han. But when you’re off on missions, she doesn’t freak out when you don’t check in every two seconds.”Leia calmly argued

“Well, it’s way past the time we were supposed to hear something. And no one from her battalion has sent anything.”

Leia sighed. “If we don’t get a sign by tomorrow morning, we’ll go after them. I promise.”

“No. I’m going now.”

“Han, I swear-” She screamed, but he was already gone.

The Falcon shuddered as it pierced the atmosphere. Han’s eyes were locked on the viewport, tension simmering in his chest.

Then, a burst of static crackled from the comm.“Han… it’s a trap… don’t come…”your voice broken and weak.

He snapped toward the console, fingers flying over the controls. The coordinates blinked on the screen, a cellblock in the outpost.

“No time to waste then,” he muttered, already prepping to land.

His boots hit the rocky surface with a thud. He hadn’t exactly planned this part.Remain unnoticed? Not a chance. He’d landed the Falcon right in front of the outpost.But there was no turning back, not that he wanted to.

Before he could figure out his next move, a stormtrooper rounded the corner.Han fired first. The trooper dropped.Without hesitation, Han pulled the man’s armor off and slipped into it. Disguise on, he slipped inside the outpost. It was too quiet.

Then, a hand grabbed him, yanking him into a side corridor.

“Has he landed yet?” asked the officer.

“Who?”

“Han Solo. We saw a ship board nearby. You were supposed to check it out.”

“I did. Nobody was there,” Han replied, voice lowered to mimic the trooper.

The officer sneered. “Idiot. You really think we’d let him stroll in unnoticed? Go check on the prisoners. Make sure the bait’s still alive. And keep your head on this time.”

Han didn’t respond. He just moved, heart pounding as he was slowly starting to realize that the she was the bait, and he had fallen right into the trap.

He reached the holding area, unlocking doors and checking each cell, hope fading.

Until the last one.

There she was; unconscious, ribs bandaged, pale, barely breathing.

“Hey, hey,” he said, rushing to her side. “No, no, no…”He shook her gently slowly starting to realize that he needed to get her to some sort od medical bay as soon as possible, or she wouldn’t have any chance to make it.

He pulled her into his arms. “I’m getting you out of here. No matter what.”

Blaster fire met him in the hallway. “Hold it right there!” a trooper barked.

Han ducked behind a crate, tossed a thermal detonator, and sent the corridor shaking.

“Move!” he muttered, sprinting through the smoke, your weight heavy but manageable.

Doors opened with the card he’d stolen. Sirens wailed. Shouts echoed. He didn’t stop.

He didn’t think.

You woke up in the medbay. The familiar sterile light, the soft hum of machines.

And then you saw him.Your eyesight was weak and the lights were blinding you but it was unmistakably Han-Solo.He looked like hell. Unshaved. Sleepless. Eyes rimmed red.

But when your eyes opened, he cracked.

“You’re alive,” he breathed, and crushed you in a hug.

You winced. “Ow-Han, my rib.”

“Sorry,” he said, pulling back but not letting go entirely.

“Well, you didn’t. And I’m not letting you go anywhere alone again.”He said, his voice stubborn, hugging you tighter.

“I wasn’t alone. I had a whole team.”

“Then I’m not letting you leave anywhere without me.”

You laughed softly, leaning into him despite the pain.He was warm. Solid. Alive.

And maybe now wasn’t the time to say it out loud, not after everything. Not here, in a medbay with your ribs bruised and the memory of blaster fire still ringing in your ears.But looking at him when he was holding you like you were the only thing in the galaxy that mattered, you knew, you knew you loved him, but you weren’t sure how to say it.

But you would.

Someday.

[veiled-in-robes]

A/N:This one-shot is a scene inspired by my ongoing fanfic on Wattpad. If you enjoyed this, I’d love for you to check out Elieena and Obi-Wans full story there!👤:womaanwithmadness

𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

“Every day for the past ten years, I’ve thought of you,” Obi-Wan said, his voice low, heavy, like it was dragging something behind it. “Every single day. Not a moment passed where I didn’t wonder where you were, if you were safe. Do you have any idea how hard it was? Not being able to reach out. Not being able to touch you. To do anything.”

I shook my head before he even finished. My hands were clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms, but I welcomed the pain. It kept me from shaking.

“What do you even mean, you couldn’t reach out?” I snapped, my voice trembling with fury. “You could have. You had every chance, you just didn’t take it. You did nothing, Obi-Wan. You chose nothing. And now you stand here and tell me it was killing you to be without me?”

“I-” he started, his voice faltering.

“Don’t,” I cut him off sharply. The tears in my eyes burned, but I refused to let them fall. “Don’t you dare. You left me, Obi-Wan. You.”

You said I was too distracting. You acted like I was a burden, like whatever we had was something you needed to cut away just to stay loyal to the Code we both broke more times than we can count.”

“I never called you a distraction, Elieena!” His voice rose, not in anger, but in desperation. He stepped toward me cautiously. “Think about what I was dealing with. I’d just lost my Master in a matter of days… and then I was assigned to train the boy who was supposedly the Chosen One.”

“You say it wasn’t easy for you?” My voice dropped to a whisper, sharp and trembling. “Do you know what it was like for me? Pretending it didn’t hurt. Carrying on. Staying the person I was supposed to be. Waiting for you to come back, but realizing you never would. And now you’re here, and it still wasn’t your choice.”

Obi-Wan’s face fell. His shoulders slumped. For a moment, he looked older than I’d ever seen him.

“I know I hurt you,” he said, voice rough and barely above a whisper. “I thought walking away was the right thing, for both of us.”

He stopped for a moment looking at me„But I’m here now. I know it wasn’t my choice that brought me back to you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be here.It doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about this. About you. Every day since.”

I didn’t say anything. Just stared at him, jaw tight, heart slamming against my ribs.

Part of me wanted to turn and lock myself in my quarters just to cry.

But another part of me wanted to keep screaming, wanted him to feel what I felt for the last ten years.Wanted to leave him there confused, and not sure how to pick up the pieces to go on.

“You think saying that makes it easier?” I asked, my voice cracking. “It doesn’t. You broke me, Obi-Wan.”

“I know,” he whispered. “And I’ve lived with that every day.”

It was the time i realized that no matter how hard it had been for me, or how hard it would be for us in the future, if he was here, if he wanted to be with me, I wouldn’t dare pass up that luxury even if our relationship would be marked with the constant secrecy.

I didn’t know when I moved, or how, but suddenly, my hand was on his chest, over his heart.

I could feel it pounding beneath my fingers; fast, uncertain, just like mine.

He didn’t move. He just looked at me like I was something sacred, something he didn’t believe he deserved to touch.

“I’m tired of pretending I don’t care,” I said, barely breathing. “I’ve done it for too long. It was never easy, but when you weren’t here, at least it was bearable. But now… now that you’re in front of me again, I can’t do this anymore.”

He looked down at my hand on his chest, then back up into my eyes like he didn’t quite believe I was real. His voice was hoarse when he spoke.

“You don’t have to do it alone anymore,” he said.“Not if you still want me.”

A beat passed. He swallowed like he was forcing down something sharp.

“I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m asking for a chance. To stay. To be better. To love you the way I should have back then.”

His hand hovered beside mine, then slowly, carefully, his fingers brushed against mine.

And I didn’t pull away.

I closed my eyes. Just for a moment. Just to feel it.

His presence. His warmth.

The way the Force settled between us like it had been holding its breath for all these years.

When I opened them again, he was still there.

Still him.

He stepped closer, I didn’t try to pull away.

And when he leaned in, I didn’t stop him.

Because after everything, after ten years of silence and heartbreak, I still loved him.

And Maker help me, I always would.

[veiled-in-robes]

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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