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Reminiscence

Part Five

Part Four

Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Summary: Your escape from Batuu proves to be a challenge, but Obi Wan is prepared to sacrifice anything to ensure your safety.

Warnings: SMUT, fluff, alcohol, protective obi wan!!! canon-typical violence, death

Word Count: 6.8k

A/N: babes we are diving head first into smut here after the flashback. Also I want to note that not every part will be smutty but I cannot resist writing it while they’re holed up in a hotel room together I mean c'mon...AND I got a little carried away with the flashback, oops?

Gif cred: @bladesrunner

"Anakin!" You called out to him across the bustling chaos in the crowded bar.

"I'm coming, don't worry" He teased, glasses that were filled to the rim sloshing back and forth in his hands, threatening to spill on the nearest unlucky patron.

"I thought I'd lost you for a second there" You joked, taking the glass into your grip.

"Hey, it's not my fault you ordered a complicated drink"

"I did not" You laughed.

"Really?"

"You’re dramatic" you teased.

He shook his head playfully, bringing the burning sensation of liquor to his lips. You followed suit, allowing the liquid courage to guide your night into the right direction.

You looked around, remembering those who'd you invited to join you. "Is Ahsoka coming?"

"I'm not sure. I think she might be weirded out to have drinks with me. Rex was supposed to come, too. I haven't seen him yet"

"I assume Obi Wan isn't coming?" Your tone settled in disappointment.

"No, I tried to get him to come, I'm sorry"

"No, that's okay. He just needs to have some fun every now and then" You responded, throwing your hands up.

"Yeah good luck convincing him of that" Anakin rolled his eyes before taking another sip of his drink.

It was also noted by Anakin that you fought hard to conceal your despair and disappointment. You thought maybe he was onto you, and that he'd caught sight of your fleeting glances at Obi Wan and the way you perked up at any mention of him. Anakin's senses were heightened to that of unusual behavior, and since you two had began to spend more time together, you feared what he would sense from you.

"Hey" Anakin started, "Its not that he doesn't want to spend time with you." He tried to console you.

"What? I know. Its just not his thing. I get it" You shrugged your shoulders, trying to brush it off even though you appreciated that he cared.

Anakin did not seem convinced. 79's was as packed tonight as it typically was on a weekend. The bar was usually over-occupied with Clone Troopers, but you caught sight of a few non-troopers in the vicinity, even other Jedi.

"Y/N!" You heard a gentle voice call from behind you. Ahsoka and Rex together. You sighed, thankful for their presence.

"Hey! I'm so glad you both came" You smiled, taking Ahsoka into a quick hug.

"I think we could both use a break from our responsibilities" Ahsoka noted, looking up to Rex, who was wearing casual clothing. This was a shock to you, as you could never picture him wearing anything outside of his armor.

"Y/N" He nodded to you, a smile barely gracing his lips. He looked…good, and you couldn’t help but notice.

“Hey Rex” you smiled, holding his eye contact while sipping your cocktail.

Truly, it was for the best that Obi Wan didn’t come. Tonight was meant to help redirect with your impossible fixation on Master Kenobi. The attachment was becoming unbearable, and no attempt of meditation would shake it. After your conversation with him last week about your endlessly mutual distraction of one another, you’d both had to step back from interacting outside of your training.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t stop the lingering thoughts that remained. Alcohol was to be your distraction tonight, but you were two drinks in, and your eyes were traveling upon someone else.

Rex observed the room before his gaze landed on you. The atmosphere grew louder by the second.

“What is that?” He pointed to your cup.

“Well, if you ask Anakin, it’s a ‘complicated order’” You jabbed your elbow into Anakin, “but, it’s a Bespin Fizz. I just ask them to add grenadine”

“How is that complicated?”

“It’s not, he’s just a pain in the ass” You yelled, leaning back so he’d hear you.

This earned a laugh from the captain, a reaction you’d not seen often from him.

“What are you drinking? I’ll buy” you offered. He waved his hand to deny your offer.

“Nope, I insist” You pushed.

“Just whiskey, please” He requested.

You shot him a pleased look, “Whiskey, huh? Took you more for a beer guy”

“Not really a fan” He nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

It wasn’t clear to you how much time had passed since Ahsoka and Rex arrived, but you’d not spent one second away from Rex since. Your tipsy gaze scanned the room for the other half of your party, and you found Anakin and Ahsoka playing a card game with others in the 501st, and by the looks of the empty glasses on the table, it was likely a drinking game. You chuckled to yourself, seeing how much fun they were having.

You and Rex chilled at the bar, talking about any and everything under the stars.

“Did you want to join them?” You asked. Big groups like that were not your thing. You’d opt to sit it out if Rex decided to go join Anakin and Ahsoka.

“No, I’d rather just sit here with you” Rex spoke slowly, bringing his glass to his mouth but never breaking eye contact with you.

“Okay” You smiled. Rex was attractive and that was something you’d never deny. Your desperation for attention tonight as well as the liquid courage that coursed through your blood was breaking the barrier of what you thought to be acceptable. It seemed the same was happening for Rex.

Suddenly, a familiar tune began blaring through the overhead speakers. You perked up, making sure you heard it right. It was your favorite song.

“Oh my gods. I love this song!” You squealed with excitement.

“Yeah?”

“Yes!! I haven’t heard it in so long”

“Would you…maybe want to dance?” Rex hesitated, his fear peaking through his words.

“I would love to” You smirked to him as he held out his hand to help you off the bar stool.

“Thank you”

“Anything for you, Commander” He whispered. You got chills as he used your title in such a tone.

Effortlessly, you maneuvered through the crowd, your hand becoming sweaty in the grasp of his palm, but you didn’t care. A small opening on the outside of the dance floor opened up, and you took the opportunity.

You turned to Rex, placing your hands on his shoulders, and began to sway your hips to the beat. He did what any man would do in this situation, and swayed with you, mimicking your rhythm in a more masculine way.

As the song progressed, your hips shifted closer and closer to him. Rex seemed pleased with how close you were to him now, your bodies pressed against each other. You had almost forgotten about Obi Wan. Almost. The way you danced, you felt your thoughts about him disappear, but as your drunken movements grew heavier, you could only wish that it was his body against yours instead.

You turned around, placing your back to his chest. He knew this was wrong. You knew it too. But right now, it felt so right. Rex’s hands trailed up the front of you, starting at your hips before finding a resting spot at your waist. He grabbed you like he wanted you, and you moved your hips against his crotch like you wished he’d take you home.

Lost in the beat of the song and the swaying of your bodies, you didn’t register the arm ripping you off of him.  You looked in the direction of the person who disrupted you, and your heart dropped into your belly.

Obi Wan.

“Rex”

“General Kenobi” Rex responded and looked as though he’d seen a ghost.

“Both of you, outside with me now” He shouted over the blasting music and club chaos.

You exchanged a look of remorse with Rex and shrugged your shoulders in pure confusion. Walking what felt like a walk of shame, you followed him outside.

The outdoor air refreshed you instantly, replacing the congested feeling of the atmosphere inside the bar. It was the only feeling of relief you had in that moment.

“Wait here” Obi Wan instructed at the door of the bar, leaving you under the awning. He lead Rex further away, but you could still make out the conversation. 

“What were you thinking, Rex?!” He asked, frustrated beyond words.

“Sir, I am sorry”

“She’s a Padawan. And more importantly, my Padawan. This is completely inappropriate”

“I know. I-” Rex stumbled over his words, “it won’t happen again”

“I’ve got good reason to report this to Anakin”

You tensed. Anakin was in the bar, but from where you were dancing, there’s no way he could’ve seen the two of you. He would not be happy about this.

Obi Wan dismissed Rex, and you watched as he shamefully walked away, shooting you a look of ‘I’m sorry’ before he rounded the corner. You wanted to shout to him that this wasn’t your fault but there was no need to rile up Obi Wan any further right now. Obi Wan remained standing down the sidewalk, turning now to you. Before he could call you over, you stormed toward him.

“Obi Wan what was that!?” You scoffed. You’d never, ever, lost your temper with him, and so rarely did you ever address him as anything besides Master.

“What were you doing with Rex?” He interrogated. Looking down at you standing so close to him, his appeared to be disappointed.

“What did it look like? We were just dancing!” You grew annoyed. Was he serious right now?

“What it looked like…” Obi Wan began, stepping closer to you and lowering his voice “it looked like Rex was about 30 seconds away from taking you to bed”

What a polite way to say he was going to fuck you.

“So, what?” You spat. You knew exactly what. It wasn’t strictly forbidden to have relations with a clone, but it would be greatly frowned upon.

“You are not to do this again, Y/N” He scolded.

“You’re not my father” You said firmly, astonished with yourself for letting that phrase fly freely.

“No, I'm certainly not! Because I would’ve never raised a daughter to behave that way!” He yelled now, causing you to flinch. You were taken aback for a moment, hurt by his outburst and harsh words.

“Just say that you’re jealous. Admit it, Master Kenobi” You mocked, angry at him for yelling. You wouldn’t dream of saying this sober.

“You’re drunk and this conversation ends now.” He dismissed your accusation, beginning to walk away from you.

“So you’re not jealous? You just came to find me in a bar to take my fun away?” You shouted after him.

“No, I-” Obi Wan stopped himself to think carefully through his next words, he thought for a moment…trying to collect his thoughts. Eventually, he walked back over to you, “I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret” his voice grew soft.

“I can take care of myself, Obi Wan”

“I don’t doubt that, Y/N, I just…I worry about your safety when I’m not around”

“Rex would never hurt me” You voiced the obvious.

“I know” He hung his head.

“So what is wrong with you?”

“We can’t talk about it anymore. You know that” He whispered while finding it hard to even look at you now.

That said everything you needed to know. A sorrowful feeling overcame you. It’s not as though you were trying to make him jealous because, to your knowledge, he wasn’t even there. It would be a lie, though, if you said it didn’t give you a certain satisfaction to know that he was, in fact, jealous. He could deny it all he wanted, but you knew how he felt.

You were drunk, but not drunk enough to forget every sensual feeling, every gentle word, every fleeting moment of tension and every time you came close to cutting through that tension with a knife.

“I’m sorry for ruining your fun” he began, “but seeing you dancing like that with him…” Obi Wan trailed off, clenching his jaw to conceal his anguish. He needn’t say another word for you to understand. It was jealousy. But his pride refused to let him admit it.

The only sounds you heard was the distortion of the music within the club, distant traffic roaring above you, and your own thoughts spiraling at a million miles an hour. You didn’t know what to say. Finally, Obi Wan looked back to you, and he didn’t dare look away from your regretful expression.

“Will you at least walk me back home please?” You asked softly, knowing he had to go back to the Temple anyways.

Obi Wan nodded. He was stunned that you wanted anything to do with him in that moment.

It was a quiet walk home, but Obi Wan rested peacefully that night knowing you were home safe and more importantly…alone. He felt a foreign sense of selfishness, but he could help what came to his mind next.

If he couldn’t have you, no one else should.

This wasn’t how you pictured your morning at all. Typically, you’d start with a cup of caf and a few minutes of meditation. Sometimes you’d even write in a journal to work through your thoughts. At most, a stroll through nature was a good way to get your day started.

Obi Wan’s face buried in your cunt while his tongue worked fervently upon your clit was not what you had expected, but here you were, fading in and out of absolute paradise, your climax threatening to spill over any second. Coarse, rough patches of his beard rubbed deliciously raw against the inside of your thighs.

No other man has never done this to you and Gods, you couldn’t believe what you’d been missing. It only took one casual mention that you’d never experienced a man’s tongue as the crux of your legs for him to take it as a challenge. Then again, he’d do just about anything to hear you cry those pretty little noises you make.

“Fuck” You whimpered as you rolled your hips against his mouth.

“Please, can I come now, Obi Wan?” You pleaded breathlessly. He’d been edging you for so long, ripping away your pleasure every time he sensed that you were close.

The force certainly worked in weird ways. You never anticipated that it could bond you two sexually, but it was something you’d not felt before with any other partner, and Obi Wan was the first force sensitive being you’d been intimate with. Although you’d both shut yourselves off from using the force, no amount of mental strength could blind you of your heightened senses.

Obi Wan looked up at you, his mouth still working to devour your aching bundle of nerves. His hunger for you was never ending and he sensed that you were close. Finally, he gives in, not pulling away when that wave started to crash.

“Oh my gods” You whined when your orgasm broke open so suddenly. It burst from the sensitivity of your clit and radiated out through your blood, sparks igniting across your skin. The intensity of your pleasure knocked the breath from your lungs, causing a choked cry of his name to float across your lips. Your back arched, but Obi Wan brought an arm up to hold you down as he persisted.

Pulling away, Obi Wan held an expression of desperation, wanting…no, needing to fuck you right then.

“My darling”, He spoke as he wiped his down his beard, collecting your arousal that soaked his chin, “I will never get tired of how beautiful you sound when you come”

“Then do it again” You insisted.

“Sweetheart, I’d love nothing more than to sink my cock in between your beautiful legs right now” He began, and and pained look flashed in his gaze. He absorbed the sight of your bare body beneath him, his grasp digging into your hips. “But, we really should go. The transport ship leaves soon”

His restraint was admirable, because with the way his jaw clenched and fingernails dug into your skin, he was one eyelash fluttering away from giving in.

“I think we can make it quick” You leaned up, whispering against his ear. He smirked devilishly, knowing you’d sway him into a couple more minutes of this.

“How could I last long with you, anyhow?” He concurred, leaning down to place his swollen lips upon yours, allowing you a taste of yourself on him.

“Lay on your side” He instructed, and you did as he asked. Swiftly, he spooned himself behind you, pulling his erection from his pants and quickly pressing it against your throbbing slit, waiting to push inside.

With his chest pressed firmly into your back, he brought his hand around to find your clit, and began to gently rub it, careful of how sensitive you were after your first climax.

Without another second of hesitation, he curled his hips up and into you, his cock sliding between your thighs in the process. He groaned so deeply, his lips gracing your ear, allowing you to hear the extent of pleasure that you provided for him. Obi Wan held himself there for a moment, taking in the warmth and wetness of you.

Your clit pulsed against his fingertips as they circled it gently. His hips remained still, but the sensation of being completely filled and stimulated like this at the same time was foreign but exhilarating.

Finally, he began thrusting. His fingers rubbed you in the rhythm with his hips. You threw your head back against his chest as he fucked you. You’d never get tired of that feeling. That sudden feeling of having him sunken into your cunt.

Recently you’ve been thinking back to all those times that just his hand brushing against yours made your knees go weak, and now he’s pounding into you for the 4th time in 48 hours. You used to touch yourself to fantasies exactly like this, which is why you assume that the tingling feeling of tension and unfamiliarity had not yet passed.

Usually it was gone after the first time you slept with someone, but with Obi Wan? Those butterflies weren’t just fluttering in your stomach...they were having a party, feeling like every time was the first. Your nerves were not likely to ever settle around him, and truly, you didn’t want them to.

He felt the way you responded to how he fucked you, and smiled to himself as he watched you looking down to his hand, “Do you like that, my love?”

“Mhmm” You moaned, feeling him pick up his pace while his breathing grew faster. He was the most attentive lover you’d ever had. He cared so deeply for your own pleasure, which really is a bare minimum but the galaxy is full of awful men, and you’d had your fair share.

That tightened coil in your lower belly was bound to unwind any moment and he could sense your approach already.

“Y/N” He whimpered, you turned to him, attacking his supple lips.

“Fuck, Obi Wan you’re going to make me come again”

“Let go for me” He commanded.

Your walls clenching around his length as your orgasm flooded you triggered his own climax at the same time. His cum spilled into you while you rode your euphoric high. He squeezed himself close to you, both of you overwhelmed with reaching your peaks simultaneously.

Obi Wan’s chest rose and fell against your back as you both floated down. He carefully pulled out of you before placing a delicate kiss on your shoulder, running his hands down the sides of your arms.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” He muttered.

You nodded, wishing so bad you could let your eyelids flutter closed to fall into a deep slumber.

It was bittersweet, you thought, taking one look back at the room where the two of you unraveled ten years of tension into a beautiful expression of your desire for one another. The sheets upon the bed were a mess of fabric, only a further reminder of how wonderful the last 2 days had been. You smiled to yourself as you shut the door one final time.

Something was off. You couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was, but your senses felt…alerted. You opted to not bring it up to Obi Wan as you both strolled down the hallway to the elevators because it was probably nothing.

“We have to let Satja know that we are leaving” He noted as the elevator doors swooshed open, "Since we are here unofficially, its only polite to let him know we've departed", He smiled down to you.

The sight that struck you when the lobby came into view led you to believe that you wouldn’t be able to speak to Satja at all.

The once eccentric, loud, never-ending, party-going patrons lay lifeless on the floor in front of you. They were slain in the very spot they finished their last drinks, caught by surprise it seems, by the stormtroopers lining the walls.

But that wasn’t all, no. Not just stormtroopers. Someone worse…an inquisitor.

That’s when your eyes snapped from the death pooling in the lobby to that of Satja’s flailing body floating in the air.

No, not him, you thought.

To less of a surprise, the commanding trooper you'd bumped into yesterday hovered behind the most terrifying inquisitor you'd ever laid eyes on. The commander must've spent too many hours contemplating your interaction, or perhaps you were the victim of bad luck, either way, panic settled into you.

A sinking feeling pressed against your chest when you recognized the lifeless form behind the desk...Nesa, the sweet receptionist from before. She couldn't have been more than 19 years old, her life now ripped away from her before it even truly started. That made you fold within yourself, but you couldn't be defeated by your emotions now.

So much death, you sensed. It flooded you, overpowering your restraint, like the force insisted to be felt, and damn your efforts to cut yourself off.

“Obi Wan” Your whisper hitched in your throat as you froze.

“Behind the wall” He whispered back, swiftly moving behind the wall that barely shielded you from the open lobby.

“We know you’re hiding Jedi here…and you’re going to tell us where” The inquisitor spoke.

You barely caught a glimpse of the inquisitor. He was tall and slender, and appeared to be from Dathomir, an assumption you made based on the tales you’d heard of that place. His golden, almost yellow skin and horns gave him a menacing look.

“Never” Satja choked on his breathing as he insisted on defiance. Obi Wan’s eyebrows pressed together in anguish. He wanted to stop this, but was not foolish enough to put himself in that danger.

"What do we do?" You whispered, your voice trembling.

"There's got to be another way out of here. They'll start searching the rooms soon. All it will take is one probe droid to scan our faces and we are dead" He reminded you. As a former Padawan, you were low on the radar for the Empire, but...Obi Wan? He was their primary target, along with others on the Council whose status was unknown. You often wondered what happened to all of them.

As you searched his expression for comfort, you found none. You were both terrified, and watched each other like it might be the last sight you'll see.

"Tell us now, or I will burn this place to the ground" The inquisitor threatened, letting a scowling chuckle fall from his lips. This was a game to him.

"Let it burn, then" Satja coughed, his breath failing him. You were amazed at his restraint to refuse them information, but your heart broke. You thought to yourself then that you probably would've never been a very good Jedi Knight, as you found it impossible not to connect with those around you, even those you had such minimal encounters with.

The inquisitor laughed, struck with awe of Satja's commitment to his business and his pride. You could not help but flinch when the distant sounds of struggle suddenly ceased, followed by the sound of a body colliding with the floor. He was gone.

"Search the rooms"

"Sir?" The commanding trooper asked in confusion. There were hundreds of rooms in this Inn.

"Every. Single. One." The inquisitor snapped back.

You softly gasped as the stomping of uniformed feet marched nearer to the corner behind which you hid from them.

"Go, go!" Obi Wan shouted in a whisper.

Your heart had not leapt from your chest, no, it had simply left you completely. Everything moved as a delusional blur of endless hallways, blindly following Obi Wan's directions.

Modulated voices and the stomping of boots filled the space of the corridors, but they had failed to find you two before you made it around the corner.

After what felt like hours of shuffling through the maze that these hallways became, Obi Wan led you to what you assumed to be a service elevator.

It opened with ease, and you two shuffled into the space without haste.You allowed yourself the release of a deep breath as the doors sealed shut.

"Are you alright?" He turned to you.

"Where are we going to go?" You asked, dismissing his question.

"There should be an exit through the back once we get down to the basement. We'll....we'll take that exit and hope that we don't run into any one else between here and the port" He reported, not sounding too sure of himself but knowing, just as well as you did, that this was the only plan...and it was one you did not prepare for.

You nodded, swallowing your fear simultaneously.

The palms of his hands found their way to your flushed cheeks.

"I won't let anything happen to you" He promised you softly. You believed him. You always believed his promise for protection. He'd protected you at moments you wished not to be protected, "Stay close to me, that is all I ask" He sighed, so fearful of ever failing you as he feels he did with everyone else in his life before the Empire.

"What if they take us?" You trembled, your breath shaking through your words.

"We don't say a word" He stated firmly. His tone did not imply that your capture was impossible, which did not ease your anxieties.

The doors of the service elevator slid open. You both stopped to see or hear any potential danger, but were only met with the roaring of the generator stored down in the basement.

You sought out the waves of the force, pleading for it to guide your way now. In your frustration and panic as you moved through the desolate basement, you felt nothing. Why had it come back to you before, but failed you when you needed it?

The door leading to the stairwell to take you outdoors revealed itself as you both rounded the corner. You sighed deep into relief, but kept yourself alert as you reminded yourself that even once you escaped to the outside, you still had at least a mile's walk ahead of you. A mile that may or may not be littered with stormtroopers.

"I love you" You assured him, holding his gaze as you stood together at the exit, both contemplating what you may face on the other side of it.

"I love you, too" He answered you with a kiss upon your unexpecting lips.

Blinded by the sudden aggression of the outside sun, you held your hand up to instinctively block the rays. Obi Wan followed suit, trying to maximize your senses elsewhere and not allow the daylight to hinder your ability upon escape.

It was unfortunate, this stab in the dark you took together, because you had no idea what the possibility was of being captured. You two had no idea what awaited you once the basement exit door shut tight behind you.

You crouched together as you remained still, careful not to make any sudden movements.

The coast was overwhelmingly and suspiciously clear. They must've focused their energy inside the walls of the hotel, careful to check every room, no matter who they disturbed in the process.

"I think it's clear" You muttered carefully.

"Lets go, then"

Ensuring that the hoods of your cloaks were both up to shield yourself from being recognizable, you moved into plain sight, trying to integrate casually onto the sidewalk. The forest path that led away from the hotel was eerily quiet, which shot chills down your body.

Obi Wan followed behind you, careful to watch you from all sides from this angle. Your protection was now his utmost priority and to consider failing you at ensuring you remained alive was something he knew would destroy him.

No amount of precaution or hesitant connection to the force could've prepared you for the sudden flash of a burning red blade striking in your line of sight, only a mere inches away from your flesh. You gasped, stumbling backwards in the process.

"Little Jedi", The menacing, growling voice chilled the innermost core of your bones. You trembled in your frozen position. Swallowing hard, you remembered what Obi Wan said about keeping quiet, and wondered suddenly, where did he go?

Your impending doom settled into your conscience, and you gave it all your power not to panic at the thought. The golden skinned horned figure waltzed into your sight from the shadows below the awning. You studied his sleek black uniform, careful to observe all your surroundings in this encounter.

The inquisitor studied your frantic expression and smirked in response.

"Are you looking for Master Kenobi?" He asked, using a mockery of tones.

Your persistent silence was a challenge, but you refused to give into his questions.

Where was he? He was just behind you. Was he captured? Had he abandoned you?

No, you thought, he couldn't have.

"Oh" The inquisitor reveled in his realization, "You are his Padawan...aren't you?"

The hateful gaze you held faltered none in his attempt to mock or question you. As your stillness kept you safe from the fiery red saber blade he had resting just below your chin now, he held it in place, pacing slowly in front of you.

"Tell me where he's gone and I'll spare your life, little Jedi”

Even if you wished to save yourself over Obi Wan, you couldn't help the inquisitor. To your knowledge, he should've been right behind you, but he wasn't.

As your internal panic grew more imminent, every pleasant moment of your short life flashed behind the glaze of your eyes while you considered how you'd spend you final moments. Despite the years you'd spent with your family, and friends you'd made throughout your life, every single neuron in your brain landed on a thought of Obi Wan.

In what you assumed to be the last chance to process coherent thoughts, a multitude of precious moments, unbearable tension, intimate eye contact, his protective behavior, and more recently, the rough calloused hands that roamed your body like a familiar map of the galaxy, soared through your mind. If that was the last thing that flashed your memory, you were ready to accept your fate. There was no time to be angry that he was not behind you, not there to protect you.

And more importantly, there was no time to put up a fight. Your eyes trickled shut as you prepared yourself to take your final breath.

The buzzing of his weapon rang rampant into your eardrums which became all you could focus on.

As if by a miracle of the Gods, a familiar ignition, prompting a lost memory, graced your ears.

A small gasp escaped you as your eyes flew open.

Beyond the glow of the red saber that threatened to take your life, an angelic blue glow shined bright behind the inquisitor.

Obi Wan.

He and the force may have had a rocky relationship, but you were unsurprised that he’d never put his blade away, even after all this time.

"If you even continue another morsel of a thought of harming her, I swear to you, I'll make your death more dishonorable than you can imagine”

The relief you felt was only then suddenly replaced with pure fear. So many years had passed since he’d engaged in lightsaber combat.

“Obi Wan Kenobi” The inquisitor flashed a maniacal grin to you, still keeping his violent attention directed at you, “I knew we’d find you”

“Yes, you’ve found me, haven’t you?” Obi Wan mocked, “So let her go”

Obi Wan stepped around the back of the Inquisitor, now standing next to him, his crystal blue blade pointed directly at the menace. The inquisitor's saber remained pointed to you.

“Take one step closer and you’ll be taking her headless corpse with you”

Obi Wan knew he wasn’t bluffing.

“Step away from her. It’s not her you want, right? It’s me. Take me, leave her be” Obi Wan pleaded. He couldn’t fail you now. This may end with you left unprotected, but he knew you could take care of yourself if he was to be captured. Even the mere thought of being separated from you now was torment, but this is the hand you’ve been dealt.

“Why should I?” The inquisitor tilted his head, “I could just take the both of you. Lord Vader would be most pleased. He’s been very interested in finding you”

Time halted as the air was sucked from Obi Wan’s chest.

Vader.

That was not a name he could wipe clean from his memory no matter how hard he tried. The replaying of the holoscan he’d watched with Master Yoda all those years ago…Sidious gave him that name. But it couldn’t be…

“Oh, you didn’t know?” He began, taking great joy in Obi Wan’s silence, “Anakin is alive, Obi Wan”

You sensed his pure anguish crushing his soul in that very moment. He’d told you of Anakin’s downfall, but you’d both believed that he’d died on Mustafar.

“No,” Obi Wan’s voice trembled.

“Yes, you know it is true” The inquisitor confirmed.

You knew of the pain that Anakin’s perceived death had caused Obi Wan. It had pained you, too, when you discovered what you both thought was the truth only a little while ago. You weren’t close to Anakin, you never had the opportunity to be. But you’d grown fond of his company toward the end. He was a kind and noble Jedi…to know of his turn to the dark side was nearly unbelievable.

With Obi Wan’s loss of focus from this new revelation and a saber held beneath your throat, you didn’t know how you were going to get out of there alive. Every window of opportunity was closing slowly, as stormtroopers were likely on their way to the inquisitor's location now.

A shifting noise above you drew your attention suddenly. The Inquisitor heard it, too, but didn’t dare look away from you and Obi Wan. He was about to capture Lord Vader’s most sought after criminals, and he wouldn’t let a small sound upon the awning steal that chance from him.

It’s unfortunate for him, though, he would’ve been wise to check for approaching enemies, because if he had sensed that the distracting sound was a threat, what happened next wouldn’t have been such a shock to him.

A figure leapt from the shadows above, a flash of electrified blue igniting mid-air. Time crawled to a halt as the figure came into your view. His head contrasted the shade of his lightsaber, fiery red hair revealed as the light of day captured his essence.

The inquisitor suddenly redirected his attention, moving to swing his weapon at the man, but fell short on account of unpreparedness. The man landed with a fierce stance, his blade colliding with the Inquisitor’s.

You moved quickly, running in a crouch, finding Obi Wan. You looked back, seeing the two unfamiliar faces both engaged in heavy combat, each contender an equal match for the other.

“Stay behind me, dear” He instructed, motioning for you to move behind him while he remained in a defensive stance with his weapon.

Four storm troopers rounded the corner. You felt defenseless, having not a single item on your being to combat them, not even the force. It was at that moment you cursed yourself for not still being able to utilize that valuable element.

You stayed close behind Obi Wan as he swung his saber to dodge their blasts, effectively reversing the direction of the last shot. The four troopers fell dead in their spots, and Obi Wan searched the perimeter for more.

You turned to see a struggling inquisitor as the Jedi used an unique fighting style, one that he was seemingly inexperienced in defeating. The collision of the blue and red flashed brightly in your eyes. The Jedi struck one final blow, knocking the inquisitor onto his back. The Jedi towered over him.

“Long live the Empi-” The inquisitor's words were cut drastically short when the Jedi plunged his blade through his chest, ripping the breath from his lungs.

“Who is that?” You asked, certain that no one except Obi Wan could hear you.

“I don’t know but I’m certainly happy he got here when he did” He mumbled back to you.

He was a human, not much younger than yourself, and based on his age you were woefully impressed with his skill level.

“I’ve got a ship that’ll get us out of here, but we have to go now” The Jedi began, finally allowing you all to get a good luck at one another.

“How did you find us?” You pondered, weary of trusting him.

“Jedi distress beacon” The Jedi said, promptly leading the way down the forest path, as there was no time for formalities when a whole army of troopers could catch up to you at any second, "We were passing through the system when it rang. It's been so long since It went off, I almost thought your call was a malfunction"

“Not that we aren’t grateful, but we didn’t send one” You noted, following quickly behind him.

“Satja” Obi wan cut in, stopping dead in his tracks, speaking with sorrow and grief.

“What?”

“Satja had a distress beacon”, He began.

"But, why would he have one? Weren't those made only for Jedi?"

“I gave it to him after I…well” He paused again, “that’s a longer story.  But I don't think he was using it for himself. He knew when the Empire marched through the doors of his business that he was dead. He used the beacon because he knew we were still there" Obi Wan realized.

“He saved our life” You whispered to yourself.

“Yes, indeed he did” Obi Wan muttered, “I only wish we could’ve saved his”

"I am sorry about your friend, but we need to hurry. C'mon" The Jedi insisted, encouraging you two to pick up the pace.

As all three of you traveled down the path to the port, you were faced with only a few more troopers, nothing that you all couldn't manage with ease.

There was no time to consider if he was trustworthy. His lightsaber and force wielding abilities were the only evidence of reliability either of you needed right now.

The ship he led you to was a S-161, a luxury line of starships, but it was clear that it had seen its better days. You turned behind you, noticing that a swarm of stormtroopers were running toward the port.

"Hurry!" A woman called from the extended ramp. The ship was already lifting from the ground, the pilot seemingly try to get a head start. The Jedi jumped, using the force to float himself gently onto the ramp. You and Obi Wan were suddenly pulled by the force, both the red-headed man and the woman on the ship outstretching their arms to assist your boarding.

As you fell to the chilled floor, the ramp closed just in time as the troopers began shooting their blasters at the ship. The thumping of your heart inside your chest blared in your ears. The three of you breathed heavily, settling in quickly to the feeling of fleeting safety.

"Is everyone okay?" The woman asked, looking to you and Obi Wan for confirmation.

You both nodded.

"This is Greez" The Jedi gestured to the cockpit where an unamused male Latero sat, "and Cere" He pointed to the woman who helped you aboard, "Welcome to the Mantis"

"Nice to meet you both. I'm Y/N and this is Obi Wa-"

"Obi Wan Kenobi. What an honor to finally meet you" Cere nodded.

"Oh, and I'm Cal. Cal Kestis. It's nice to meet you both"

Your body jolted forward as the Mantis launched into hyperspace.

CAL KESTIS HAS ENTERED THE BUILDING BABES!!! If we don’t get this in the show, at least I was able to write it for y’all :)

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Part six

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yall ever think so much about animated characters that you stop and ask yourself if you’re ok??

I did that today and quickly realized no I’m not ok but we must stay focused brothers

#zuko #Bolin

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Am I gonna die?!🥴🫠🤤

(Part 1)

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Yessss!!! Karl Heisenberg could chain me up, attempting to scare me and I’d just do a sexy growl and lick my lips at him.

#karl heisenberg smut #karl heisenberg resident evil village #karl heisenberg fluff #karl heisenberg fanart #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #I’m a crazy?

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Am I gonna die? 🥴🫠🤤

(Part 2)

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-Cute Imagination😍🥰- Obi-Wan Kenobi

SO Ik this is little Leia that Obi-Wan is looking at BUT use your imagination and replace her with you, an adult woman.. an adult woman who has had strong feelings for his man since before the rise of the Empire. (Over 10 years).

A/n: You were at least 18 when you and Obi-Wan met.

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Imagine Obi-Wan looking at you, like this, as you twirl around to show him a gown you purchased a while back and had nobody to show it off to. He looks at you with adoration. He’s loved you for a very long time but he has yet to tell you how he feels. He wants to stand up and grab you by the hands and tell you how beautifully stunning you are and kiss you on the lips.

The years have caught up to him and he can no longer hide his feelings for you. As you finished twirling around, you stop to face him and unsaid thoughts covered his face. “What’s wrong?”

After a moment, he worked up the courage to confess his feelings. “The Jedi are over… I no longer have to hide my feelings.” He stands up and walks close to you. “I have felt love for you for many years….” He paused to admire the twinkle in your eyes, looking back and forth at the both of them. “….and I always wanted you.” Cupping your face with both of his hands, he kisses your lips with a long-wanted passionate kiss. You let out a small giggle when you feel him tense up a little when you wrap your arms around his neck, and he slides his hands around your lower back, bringing you in for a hug.

You break the kiss, but both of your foreheads are pressed together, nose-tips touching, “I’ve always loved you too, Obi-Wan. You’re all I’ve ever dreamt about.”

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😭🥰 so emotional!

Reminiscence

Part four

Part three

Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Summary: Your second day on Batuu with Obi Wan presents a looming threat, and tensions run high between the two of you.

Warnings: smut!!, angst, lots of feels, trauma bonding, canon-typical war violence

Word count: 6k

A/N: obi wan calls the reader “little one”, but remember reader is 18 during the time in the flashbacks and this is simply just what he calls her because she is/was his padawan.

Gif cred: @sith-maul

Cody crouched next to you behind the boulder that shielded you from war. The ringing in your ears was drowned with the sound of explosions and blasters firing relentlessly at you.

“Where is General Kenobi?” Cody shouted out to you.

“He is on his way” You shouted back, “I hope” you then whispered to yourself.

You were beginning to lose this checkpoint, and the droid army wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. The other troopers had retreated, leaving you and Cody to hold down the fort for as long as possible.

To your surprise, the commotion halted suddenly. You looked over to Cody, who shrugged his shoulders in mutual confusion. He slowly walked around your makeshift barricade, checking to give the all clear.

“Coast is clear, commander” Cody confirmed after checking the perimeter himself.

You nodded and stood up, keeping a bend in your knees to drop to the ground if needed. It was suddenly quiet, and not a single droid was left in sight.

“Where did they go?” You said, throwing your hands up, completely baffled.

“Probably re-routed to where other troopers are now, we should head over there” Cody noted.

“Okay but let’s ma-“ You began.

You were cut off by a sudden flash of blasting light, blistering just below your collar bone in the process. You looked down to the hole through your body and your jaw dropped in disbelief.

“Commander!” Cody called, running to you.

Your body went into shock and you were unable to feel your flesh burning at the surface. As your fingers went to feel the wound, you collapsed, failing to catch yourself, and Cody not reaching you in time.

You heard Cody’s blaster fire, and a clanking of metal collide with the ground in the distance.

“Y/N!” You heard Obi Wan call from across the field. His voice seemed distant, but he was already approaching close to you.

He dropped to his knees quickly and placed his arm under your back to support you. Obi Wan pulled you into his lap to lean you up slightly. You stared up at him speechless as your mind began to run away from you.

“Cody, what happened?!” He demanded. He was angry. You never saw him angry.

“I’m s-sorry General, we thought the coast was clear” Cody stuttered, feeling the guilt sink in, feeling as though it was his fault. Obi Wan looked at him with anguish, seemingly biting his tongue before turning back to you. Cody knew there was something between you. Obi Wan’s protective nature over you far exceeded that of a Master and Padawan connection. It was never his place to ask about it, Cody just understood there was something unspoken.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Obi Wan frantically asked.

“Hurts” you mumbled painfully.

Obi Wan’s trembling hand reached to your face, caressing your cheek to comfort you. Even in your state of injury, your heart skipped a beat in response his attention.

“I know, little one. We are going to get you help” He assured you, stroking your hair now.

Your eyes focused on his face, and you saw a man that feared he was about to lose his whole world in a matter of minutes. He continued to hold your face and console you as you waited on the medic.

“Where are they?” He pondered in frustration.

“Sir, they’ve encountered an obstacle. They’re getting here as fast as they can”

As your vision grew hazy, you felt your eyelids begin to drift. Your fight to stay awake was admirable, but utterly useless.

“She's fading. She needs a medic now!” Obi Wan shouted back to Cody. Everything around you was drifting into a cloud of confusion, but your brain was still able to register the feeling of Obi Wan’s arms wrapping beneath you as he lifted you into his arms.

“Cody, cover me so we can get to the ship” Obi Wan insisted, carrying you with great care and concern for your survival. Your eyes made out of the shape of his petrified face before everything went black.

You weren’t sure if you dreamt it or if the words truly left his lips, but as your mind shut down, you swore you heard the words,

“Please don’t die on me, my love”

The night before replayed over and over again in your head like a wonderful fantasy dream. You smiled to yourself, finding it impossible to hide your satisfaction. Since Obi Wan got upset last night, you hadn’t spoken to each other at all, not yet…simply because he was asleep by the time you returned to the room, and you’ve now woken up before him.

Guilt hung over your head and threatened to overshadow the joy you felt for the intimacy you shared the night before. But not quite. Nothing could stop you from fantasizing about that in your head right now.

Did I ruin the chances of things going any further with us after I pushed him too hard last night? You wondered to yourself

Gods…the way his hands explored your skin like he had never wanted anything more in his life. The way he moaned your name as he sunk his cock into your warmth. You got chills just thinking about it. Thinking about all the different ways you wanted him on you…in you.

You were still in disbelief that it even happened, as it only existed in your head as a fantasy for so long, and now it was real. Obi Wan wanted you and made love to you. This was real.

But now you know one thing for sure: your previous ache for him was not an itch that needed to be scratched, it’s an addiction that needed to be fed.

The rising sun felt good against your skin as you sipped your caf and soaked in the silence of a Batuu forest morning. The songs of birds you’d never heard before rang free throughout the air. You laid your head back and closed your eyes in relaxation.

You were suddenly startled by the door swinging open.

As you turned to look at the doorway, you saw the face of a man fully rested with an underlying glow of satisfaction. Somehow, though, he still looked sorrowful. He didn’t need to feel sorry for last night, it was your fault for prying, so you knew you needed to be gentle with him this morning.

“Good morning” You spoke softly, flashing a smile to him.

He only offered a concerned smile back.

“Did you sleep alright?” You asked, hoping to get a verbal response.

“Yes I slept…quite well actually” He smiled wide, subtly acknowledging the elephant in the room of what took place between the two of you last night before you both got upset. He sat in the longue chair next to you.

“I wonder why” You smirked back, taking another sip of your caf.

He chuckled. You had nothing else to say at the moment. It wasn’t awkward, it really never was with him, but you didn’t want to force the conversation.

“I’m sor-” You spat out.

“I’m sor-” He said, at the exact same time. You both laughed at the timing.

“Darling, you’ve nothing to apologize for” He said insistently.

“Yes, I do. I shouldn’t have bugged you about it. I shouldn’t have pried” You said, looking away.

“I should have never lost my temper. Truly, I apologize”

“Let’s just both forget about it” You offered kindly, “we have much more to be happy about right now to let that affect our mood”

“Okay” He agreed, nodding and offering you a warm smile.

“Obi Wan…last night was…”

“Incredible” He finished your sentence, his eyes trailed off ahead of him, you knew it was playing through his head, just as it had been yours all morning.

“Yes” You giggled.

You sat in the longue chair with your feet tucked beneath you. As you leaned over to set down your mug, your bathrobe partly fell open, revealing your fully bare breasts beneath the soft material. You didn’t notice until you looked back to Obi Wan and caught sight of his stare.

You blushed, but didn’t fix the robe. He continued to stare for a moment, before he realized you had caught him. He shifted his hips in his seat and snapped his attention away.

“Sorry about that” You whispered smugly as you fixed the top of the material.

“Please, I quite enjoyed it” He swallowed. His voice suddenly went deep. The sight of your breast was all that was needed to arouse him. Truly, all he needed to see was you.

“Yeah?” You teased, your interest fully piqued. Your eyes traveled across the tree line, realizing that no one could see you up here. It was completely private. Something you really didn’t notice until now.

Obi Wan’s robe also happened to be the only thing on his body. You bit your lip, knowing exactly how wonderful an opportunity this was.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Every inch of you” Obi Wan said softly.

Your nonstop reminiscence of the night before had you soaking wet already. Honestly, every time he even looked at you a certain way you got wet. And as you looked over to Obi Wan again, you could see through the thin material of the bath robe that he, too, needed to be touched.

You stood from your seat and walked to him where he sat.

“Obi Wan” You called to him seductively.

“Yes?” He whispered, a desperate tone in his voice.

You offered not another word before slowly placing both knees on either side of his hips. You hovered above him, and you felt his trembling hands move to your ass.

“Do you want this?” You said, requesting his consent.

“I want nothing more than you right now”

You pulled the tie on your robe and let the sleeves shimmy down your arms before falling to the floor. Obi Wan groaned as your body was revealed to him again. Reaching down, you pulled the tie on his robe too and ran your fingers down each side to push it open. His cock immediately sprung out, pressing against his stomach.

The sun now cast a beautiful illumination upon every muscle on his upper body. You studied it for a moment, completely infatuated with him physique.

You unintentionally whimpered. Gods he was fucking perfect.

You grabbed his length and pressed the tip to your entrance. Before lowering yourself, you leaned down, hovering your face over his, and pressed a passionately delicate kiss on his lips. His tongue slipped over your lips, your tongues now twisting together.

Without breaking away from his kiss, you slowly lowered your hips onto him, feeling every inch of his cock stretch open your walls that clenched around him. You moaned into each other’s mouths as you fully sat yourself on him.

You curled your hips as you rode him slowly. You loved being in control of the pace, and watching him beneath you was a dream.

“My stars…y-..you look gorgeous on top of me” He muttered, trailing his fingers down the front of your body, stopping at your clit, eager to stimulate your bundle of nerves while you fucked him.

You sat up and threw your head back in response. Your hands pressed onto his shoulders, using him to leverage your body up and down his length. His thumb pressing against your clit was causing a quick approach to your climax. This was unusual for you, as every partner you'd ever been with had not successfully made you come so quickly or even multiple times before.

"Do you like that?" He whispered to you, knowing the answer already as he could feel you getting close. You nodded, unable to form your words as you felt that tingling sensation break open into something indescribable. Your orgasm took over your motions, and you thrust your hips harder on top of him, exaggerating the feeling of euphoria washing over you. The tingling that crawled through every atom in your body earned a moaning cry from your throat.

"Oh, shit, Obi Wan, don't stop"

And he didn't, he never pulled his thumb away from massaging you, and he kept his pace, careful not to let you lose your high. Your body trembled as you came down, and the look on his face as your hips slowed showed that he was drunk in lust for you.

He was close, and you could certainly tell, but before he could finish with you on top, you quickly stood to your feet before crouching in front of him. You wanted so badly to feel him in your mouth.

"What are y- Oh..." He moaned deeply as you licked his entire length up and down before taking him all the way into your mouth. The taste of your arousal lingered on him. He threw his head back against the head rest of the seat and let his eyes flutter closed for a moment.

You quickly resumed your pace, wanting to not let him lose his momentum. Obi Wan's hand gently rested atop your head, feeling you bobbing your neck up and down.

"Oh, darling, that's it…right there" He whined.

Using your tongue to stimulate him further, you swirled it around as you repeatedly took him all the way to the back of your throat.

His cock twitched and stiffened harder against your tongue, and you knew he was going to come. You kept your rhythm and listened as the noises he made became louder and messier. You could get off alone to the sounds he made, and knowing you were the one to create those sounds made it all the more arousing.

He gripped the arm of the chair, and suddenly you felt his release coating the inside of your mouth, you pressed yourself all the way down, letting his come shoot down your throat. You swallowed it all, and savored that feeling.

Gently, you pulled your lips from his cock and used your fingers to wipe the cum that lingered on your mouth and licked your fingers clean. He moaned again as he watched you.

A light drizzle began to fall as you two strolled through the market in Black Spire Outpost. It was a bold decision to walk freely through the streets, knowing you could be recognized at any moment, but the town was busy, and you both wore your hooded brown robes that shielded your face. You had both somehow held onto your Jedi robes through the years, but thankfully it was a style that seemed to become popular, because many cultures were adopting it as a staple piece.

Before the empire, it would have automatically pinned you as a Jedi. But now? You were...stylish, you guess.

You locked your arm around his as you walked together. Obi Wan looked over to you and smiled at the gesture. Anyone in passing would have pegged you two to be a couple. You liked the idea of that, although you forced yourself not to let that excite you.

The sex you'd had with him was remarkable and was more meaningful than just sex, but you two had not discussed anything further than that. Of course, you wanted to be together, officially, but somehow that was harder to talk about than being as intimately physical as two people can be.

You two spent an hour or so just going store to store, looking at all each vendor had to offer. Black Spire Outpost was full of good people, and thankfully today, not many imperial personnel were on patrol.

The rain falling above was a refreshing mist now, posing less of an inconvenience than before, but the clouds above looked as though it may start storming any moment.

"We should probably head back, don't want to get caught in the storm"

"Right. I'll just be a moment, I've got to use the refresher, then we can walk back" Obi Wan muttered, breaking the link of your arms. You nodded in agreeance, but suddenly felt exposed and unsafe without him next to you

You sat down on a bench nearby, using this opportunity to look around and watch the many different faces that occupied this area. People-watching was certainly one of your favorite pastimes, especially in your many years alone.

There was a Torgruta across the walkway running a produce stand. He carried many years with him but even so, he reminded you of Ahsoka, and you smiled to yourself in memory of her. He had an elaborate spread of fruits and vegetables that especially piqued your interest. He smiled at you when he noticed you looking. As you stepped closer, almost as if out of nowhere, you abruptly collided with another person.

An armored person.

In white armor.

"I, uh" You stuttered, losing sense of every plan you'd devised to keep cool if this ever occurred.

So much for that mental training.

"Watch where you're going, citizen." The modulated voice scolded you. Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. This was the first stormtrooper you had encountered since arriving here. You took note of the orange wing pad on his shoulder, remembering that this meant he was a commander.

"Sorry, sir" You spoke timidly, looking down at your feet.

Please don't look at me, you thought to yourself.

"Hey, don't I know you?" The trooper pondered.

Shit.

"Perhaps, sir. I'm only visiting" You responded.

Well, I haven't lied yet

"Where are you from?"

You hesitated before your eyes scanned your surroundings and you caught sight again of the produce stand you intended to approach, and said the first planet that came to mind, "Tawl"

Now you have lied, you thought.

"Is that so?" He said in a mocking tone.

You nodded.

"What do you do?"

"I'm a farmer" You answered with forced confidence.

"You're a farmer...from Tawl?" He asked, sounding as if he didn't believe a word leaving your lips. It was a believable backstory. Tawl was an agricultural planet. Maybe you weren't convincing enough, or maybe it was a tactic...

"Yes, sir. I was just going to talk to the man over here selling his produce. Farmer to farmer, y'know?" You tried to make up something specific, but hated yourself for talking more than was necessary. It just came out without you thinking.

He was silent for a moment, his armor and blaster shuffling as he looked over to the trooper he patrolled with. You thought in that moment you were going to throw up, but he broke the silence before your mind could spiral any further.

"I see...well watch your step next time" The trooper reminded you, suspicion riddling his voice.

You nodded again, holding your breath until they walked away. You breathed out hard, breaking composure completely.

"Y/N" Obi Wan shouted at a whisper as he quickly walked over to you, awaiting the troopers to round the corner.

"Oh, Gods Obi Wan" You broke down as you found cover in the alley. You threw yourself into him, needing that feeling of his protection to ease your nerves.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, he...he thought he recognized me but I convinced him otherwise"

"Good" He said, squeezing you tighter into him. Your breathing faltered as your heart rate tried so desperately to return to normal.

"Lets get back to the inn" He wisely suggested.

"Yes" You agreed.

As the two of you cautiously rounded the corner, you checked both way to ensure the coast was clear before walking back out onto the main path. You walked briskly, but not too fast so as to not alarm anyone.

Suddenly, a soft, gentle voice called from behind you, “Excuse me”, With how on edge you both were, even that made you jump.

"My apologies to you both. I mean you no harm" He smiled warmly. It was the man from the produce cart. You smiled back at him as you realized he was not a threat, or at least, he did not present as one.

"Hello" You nodded to him.

"Hi. I brought you this" He held out a bag filled with various fruits and vegetables. You opened your mouth to say thank you but he spoke first.

"I saw what happened with the stormtroopers. I also heard you say you're from Tawl, right?"

You nodded but felt bad for lying.

"Well, I know that's not true, dear, because I'm from Tawl and I would recognize you" He continued to smile. You were unsure where this was going.

"My husband and I just moved the-" you began to dig yourself deeper but it was no use.

"Not to worry, miss, I am not here to ridicule or interrogate. Just figured you're probably in a rough spot...having to make up a story to those stormtroopers and all" He handed the bag over to you, insisting you take it.

"Thank you" Was all you managed to say. Obi Wan remained silent but was careful to position himself in front of you just in case.

"May the force be with you" He whispered before bowing slightly and turning to walk back to his customers.

An understanding yet confused look was exchanged between the two of you.

"Husband, hm?" Obi Wan teased, choosing to pick that one part out of your entire story. You cringed, forgetting that you even said that.

"It just came out, I'm sorry"

"Don't apologize" He flashed a grin before looking into the bag, “this was very kind of him to do”

Obi Wan seemed tense as you strolled through the secluded pathway that led back to your resting place. You could feel it in the way he carried himself, the tone of his voice, the way he avoided eye contact with you as you stared up at him in admiration. You decided it was only your imagination, and tried to let it go.

The lobby of the Inn was as busy as the day before, full of festivities and parties that you found amusing to observe. The evening was settling in, as were the guests who planned to drink the night away. There was such a diverse mix of life that you did not often see on most planets and it was a refreshing sight.

You were all the way to the elevator before you felt the energy of the entire lobby shift to a bleakness you figured this place has never seen. You turned to look, and your heart fell into your stomach.

The Commander stormtrooper who stopped you earlier had just walked through the door, his presence immediately sucking the sense of safety and seclusion away from the guests. He was alone this time. Satja said the Empire was cracking down on registration, but how often did they just show up here? The elevator conveniently closed before he could catch sight of you two.

"Was that him?" Obi Wan asked, a slight panic in his voice but he managed to calm himself.

"Yes, do you think we should leave? What if he is onto us?" Your mind spiraled.

"I doubt it, darling. Satja said they come by here to pick up registration logs. Its probably routine. We cannot worry ourselves with assumptions. Besides, even if he were looking for you, leaving right now would no doubt ensure our capture"

"You're right" You breathed out. When would you finally learn to manage your anxieties?

When you returned to your room, Obi Wan kicked off his damp shoes and threw himself onto the bed, feeling the exhaustion of walking for most of the day kicking in. You studied him for a moment, though, and felt more than just exhaustion was overcoming him.

"I may have shut myself off from the force, but I can't help but sense something is wrong" You spoke up, removing your shoes and robe, too before setting the bag of produce down on the center table. You sat next to him on the bed and he sat up to meet your eye level.

"I'm alright" He nodded, but the look in his eyes told you more.

"Don't lie to me, please" You painfully begged

"I'm not" He assured you. It seemed sudden, this shift in his mood, but something was wrong.

"Okay" You accepted.

You sighed in frustration. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

"The reason I got upset last night wasn't your fault" He started, giving into your plea, "And since we've have sex, what plagues my mind has only grown worse"

"And what is that?" You asked, concerned for what was to come next.

"Us" He said quietly.

"What about us?"

He looked at you with pain stricken in his expression.

"I can't shake the feeling that the two of us together is...wrong"

"Don't do that" You scoffed, your whole world feeling like it may start to crash down around you. You couldn’t handle his rejection. Not now.

"I spent so many years of my life believing that this is forbidden. And no matter what I do, I can't...I can't stop going back to that time"

"So, the time that we've spent together, what we have shared, has meant nothing but shame and guilt to you?"

"That's not what I said, Y/N"

"That's exactly what you said!"

He was silent for a few moments, wanting to say something else, but he knew you were right.

"Its been ten years, Obi Wan"

"And is it not so deeply rooted into your morals as well? I trained you, Y/N. I find it hard to believe you don't have these fleeting moments of guilt…like you don’t hear the Council’s voice ringing loudly in the back of your head”

"Yes, but, I just...I don't know. I try not to think about it"

"I can't do that. I wish I could" He hung his head.

You shut your eyes and reminded yourself that he spent many more years of his life as a Jedi than you did, and to compare your trauma to his now would be unfair.

"I understand. I'm sorry" You lowered your head. Obi Wan stood to his feet, seemingly needing space to think. He paced as he spoke.

"Being a Jedi is such an important part of my identity, that even now, as you said, ten years since I last picked up my lightsaber...changing how I live...its hard"

"Its hard, I know. But you must remember the hand we've been dealt and how we live now"

"I wish that were easier"

Your emotions may have gotten the better of you, and perhaps you were out of line for what you were about to say, but you were damned if you were going to let him lie to himself about how he felt.

"You said it yourself before, the Jedi are no more, so stop tormenting yourself and accept what you feel!" You shouted, your temper snapping. You were always hot-headed, but you hated yourself immediately for raising your voice. You finally rose from the bed and walked over to him.

“You wanted to know how I felt about you all those years ago, hm?” Obi Wan suddenly grew stern, turning to look at you only a foot in front of him.

“Obi Wan, I’m sorry, just-” You wished to take back every word.

“No, you deserve to know” He continued, pacing the room now. You waited to hear what he had to say, unsure if you really wanted to know. You weren't ready to have your heart shattered.

“I felt like…" He began, running his hand through his beard nervously, like this was something so pent up, he couldn't even make himself say it. "Like I would’ve done anything in this galaxy to protect you. If it came down to it, Y/N, I would have left the Jedi Order. I loved you. I fought within myself everyday for how much I loved you. I played a very convincing role of not being completely enamored with you every single day”

Your eyes welled with tears, “Obi Wan, I”

A small sniffle escaped him, and you watched a stray tear fall from his eyes, his voice broke as he continued.

“I lost so much when the Republic fell. But nothing came close to the pain of believing you died alone without my protection. It ripped my heart to shreds…I was in a bad place for a very long time, Y/N. I am still in disbelief that you’re alive, let alone here with me” He continued, his passion for you driving him to anguish.

He'd said he loved you before, that night after the cantina. But that night you believed he only loved you as a friend. Despite the kissing, despite the lingering stares and tension, you believed his love for you was nothing more than friendly. Perhaps its your own self doubt that led you to that conclusion. Hearing this confession now, it was…it was everything to you.

“And the worst part is that…” He trailed off.

“What, Obi Wan?” Tears trickled down your face. This was the most expressive he had ever been about his feelings.

“I still love you. I love you as deeply and truly as I did 10 years ago. I am in love with you” He was choked up through his words, “And I can’t come to terms with that because I’m not ready to watch you walk away from me again. I’m afraid if you walk away again, it’ll really be the last time I see you. I can’t do it again, Y/N”

"I loved you, too Obi Wan" You spoke up, wishing your heart could help you form the right words, "And Gods know, I love you now".

He couldn't stand it any longer, not only the words that fell from your lips but the tears that fell from your eyes. Obi Wan wouldn't spend a second longer without his arms wrapped around you.

You melted into his grasp and laid your head against his chest. You sobbed against the cloth of his shirt as you let your pent up emotions flow freely now. His hand pressed against your face before pulling your face up to his. Your lips were met with a fierce crashing of his own. The intertwining of your lips was unexpected, but such a sweet surprise of affection. You needed it to calm you. Stars, you needed him. Somehow you couldn't get enough of him.

"I need you" He whispered against your lips, as if reading your mind.

You nodded, letting him wipe away the last of your tears and returning his mouth to yours. He stepped forward, backing you into the wall behind you. The contact knocked a breath out of you but it did not stop your lips from ravaging his.

You were the only object of each other’s wildest desires, and you would not fight that fact now, not any longer. Your passion for each other overcame every emotion, turning you both primitive for the sensation of the most intimate closeness from each other.

Suddenly, he turned you around, gently pressing your chest against the wall now. You gasped as he pressed himself against the back of you.

He fiddled with the clasp of your pants before pulling them down below the curve of your ass with both hands. Obi Wan wasted no time bringing his fingers to your cunt, feeling how your wetness had already begun pooling for him.

"Darling..." He growled, his lips pressed right to your ear. This shot chills down your body and caused your walls to clench around the emptiness.

"Please" You whimpered, wiggled your ass back, grinding against his fingers to try and press them inside you.

"Patience, Y/N" He whispered.

Obi Wan, is this really a time to teach me about patience?.

He smiled against your cheek before plunging two fingers inside of you. You choked on your moan as he began pumping quickly. Obi Wan held one hand above your head on the wall, while the other one worked to pleasure you.

The stiffness pressing against your ass just ached to be released from its restraints. Obi Wan's patience was admirable, most men jump straight into what they want, but not him.

He began to move his fingers back and forth against your walls, creating an arousing sound with your slickness. He groaned in approval of this sound, and grew more rough with his motions as he curled his fingers. His palm lay flat against your ass while his two digits explored your arousal.

"I think you're ready for me, hm?" Obi Wan teased, kissing down your neck. You nodded with a delicate whine.

You felt the shuffling of his trousers before the sudden press of his tip at your entrance. You pushed your hips back and he met you half way, now fully buried in you. This was not like before where there was a gentle warm-up to his size. No, he began relentlessly thrusting into you at a fast pace.

“Fuck” You cursed, so overwhelmed with how good he felt in this new position.

He curled his hips with every thrust, brushing a deep and sensitive area. You loved him being in charge like this.

“Oh my love, you are perfect” He muttered, tracing his fingers down your back, stopping at your ass that he was eager to grab onto.

“Your cock feels so fucking good, Obi Wan” You cried out. Letting your profanities fly was something you felt too shy to do last night or this morning, but you were happy to spit such nasty things to him now.

“Gods, I’ve never heard you talk like that, Y/N” He said, keeping his fast pace.

“Yeah? You want me to keep doing it?” You whispered back to him.

“Please”

“You want me to tell you how many times I used to touch myself thinking about you deep inside me like this?”

“How many times darling?” He asked breathlessly

“Every single day” You purred.

"So did I, little one" He admitted, causing a fluttering in your lower belly. A pleasurable growl escaped him again as he became overwhelmed by the feel of you. His hunger for you was evident with the way he fucked you senseless.

“Are you gonna come for me, Obi Wan?”

“Y-yes, darling. I won’t last much longer if you keep talking like this, fuck” He groaned. The harsh word sounded like honey dripping from his tongue.

“Come inside me, baby” You whispered.

As if on command, his thrusted slowed, and his grip on your ass tightened. He trembled against you, spilling his release into you, marking you yet again. Just the thought of having his seed coating the inside of your cunt drove you crazy. He pulled your face to his and kissed you slowly, holding himself still within your warmth.

“You do something…so indescribable to me” He breathed.

“Something good, I hope” You smirked.

“Was this not proof of that?” He chuckled.

He pulled out slowly and helped you shimmy out of your pants completely to allow you to get comfortable. He then picked you up in his arms to carry you to the bed. Obi Wan smiled sweetly down at you before laying you on top of the silky soft sheets. He crawled over you, laying down next to you and covered you both with the blanket.

“I love you” Obi Wan kissed your forehead, “and I’m sorry I was not more clear about that before”

“I love you, too” Your heart skipped a beat while your eyelids fought you to go to sleep, “I always have. I always will”

“Get some rest, dear”

You nodded and let your tired eyes win the sudden fight. Similar to a memory you had before, Obi Wan’s voice drifted into your half consciousness, and you weren’t sure if you dreamt it or if the words truly left his lips, but as your mind drifted to sleep, you swore you heard the words,

“Please, never leave me, my love”

PART FIVE!

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Reminiscence

Part Three

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Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Summary: Obi Wan has been recognized in Mos Eisley, and with the Inquisitors monitoring the city, the two of you must temporarily relocate to avoid being found. During this time, your rampant nightmares persist.

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: fluff, smut, one bed trope (is this a warning or a promise?), mention of death and violence

A/N: buckle in bitches we are getting some spice. but not like spice like drugs. Like SMUT. ITS FINALLY GETTING SMUTTY

gif cred: @mcgregor

“The girl is too close to you, Master Kenobi” Master Windu’s voice carried heavily through the empty room.

“I am training her the same way I trained Anakin. There is no special treatment” Obi Wan claimed.

“Others on the Council disagree”

“Well, let them. I am doing my duty as has her Master. Nothing more” Master Kenobi insisted, careful not to get too defensive.

“See to it that it stays that way”

“I shall”

Footsteps drew closer to the door.

“And Obi Wan,” Windu called to him again.

“Yes?”

“I should not need to remind you of the laws forbidding romantic attachments to your padawan” Windu spoke firmly.

“Yes, Master Windu”

The guilt of eavesdropping weighed heavy on your conscience as your ear remained pressed to the door. You scurried away and found your seat on the bench outside the council chambers, hearing Master Kenobi’s footsteps approaching the door. The thumping inside your chest would be hard to hide.

It was probable that Obi Wan didn’t know the subject matter of his sudden meeting with Master Windu. Otherwise he would not have brought you, even if you did remain outside the door. There was undeniable tension between the two of you, there always had been. Maybe it was the force, or perhaps just human nature, but a spark ignited every-time he was near. You know he felt it, too.

To your unfortunate surprise, others were taking notice. You thought it was subtle, harmless, but apparently not.

Maybe someone saw the two of you pressed against each other during your training, staring deep into each other’s eyes. Maybe that person caught a glimpse of how you broke a nervous sweat just being that close to him. Or, maybe, they took note of how many seconds passed before you pulled away from each other.

It was an accident, you tripped and fell into him and he caught you. It was only one time, and you swore to yourself it would never happen again.

Regardless, you were treading through dangerous waters, and you expected that things were going to get awkward with Master Kenobi for a while. Your desire for him could never outweigh the honor of becoming a Jedi, an opportunity you’d be a fool to throw away.

You couldn’t look him in the eye as the doors slid open, but you could feel his eyes on you.

“Let’s go. We are going to be late” He said flatly, referring to the Senate meeting starting soon.

“Yes, Master” You said softly, debating whether or not to bring it up. Ultimately, you decided to be brave and ask.

“Is everything okay?” You asked vaguely. You’d be embarrassed to give away the fact that you were snooping on his meeting.

“Hm? Oh, yes. Everything is fine” He replied, sounding unsure and convincing seemingly at the same time. He looked to you, his eyebrows lifted in curiosity to your inquiry.

“Good” You smiled nervously back to him.

As you strolled the halls briskly with him, you passed a number of Jedi, visitors, younglings, and senators. Not a single eye was watching you, but somehow it felt like the world had a magnifying glass upon you two like a science experiment.

As you passed an empty corridor, you almost lost your footing when Obi Wan pulled you to the side, finding a broad marble pillar to hide behind. This was a mostly unused wing of the Temple, he knew this as well as you did.

“Where are we-” You began, confused, but were cut off by Obi Wan’s frantic motions. He put your back to the pillar and got dangerously close to you again. Your breath hitched in your throat

“Listen to me, my young Padawan”

“Okay”

“I don’t know what you heard in that meeting but,” Obi Wan breathed out with dread, “this cannot wait until later”

“I heard most of it” You confessed, omitting the part where you shoved your ear to the crack in the entryway in order to do so.

“I see”

“I’m sorry” You shrunk into yourself, ashamed of your spying.

“No need for apologies. Just listen” He started again, but not without a great deal of hesitation, “There is something about you that makes me forget myself…you make me blissfully forget what is right and what is wrong. It’s not your fault, but I fear what may happen if I continue to train you”

“Master, what do you me-”

“I cannot focus when I am around you. I cannot control my desire for you. My mind wanders and it is torment to me”

Your mouth may have dropped to the floor if you had allowed it to. You’d never directly spoken about the tension. It was almost as if not speaking it into existence meant it wasn’t really happening and didn’t have to be addressed. You had no idea what effect you had on him…

“I have to request you be reassigned. I’m sorry”

Your heart shattered in response. He couldn’t be serious.

“Please, no,” you pleaded, “I’ve already been transferred once, please don’t make me go through that again”

His eyes grew sorrowful and full of remorse. Master Kenobi knew of what you’d been through and how much progress you lost when you were reassigned to him from Master Ti.

“I know, little one, but it must be done. I’m sorry.”

“We can…we can figure something out. Please, can we at least try? Obi Wan, I know I’m not innocent in this. I struggle to focus around you as well. But it’s a challenge I’m willing to learn to work through. We can both work on this, it doesn’t have to be this way” You rambled, hoping to convince him otherwise.

Obi Wan fell silent and searched your expression for how you really felt.

“We are capable of a fresh start. I think we owe it to ourselves to try” You debated to him.

“Very well”, He spoke softly and you sensed a feeling of relief from him, “but if there is temptation again, I won’t reconsider a second time”

“I understand”

After that day, you grew distant from him. This absolutely broke your heart, but it had to be done. You turned yourself cold and forced yourself to focus only on your duties as a Jedi in training. Obi Wan was never the same either. You both still cared deeply for one another, but you knew to continue your behavior and allowing temptation to take over would be your downfall.

“I’m proud of you, Y/N”

These were the last words Obi Wan spoke to you up until your reunion. You held onto these words for years until they faded into an obsolete pile of hope that wasted away with your memory of him. Your heart ached all the time without him there.

“Gather your things” Obi Wan stated frantically as he returned home from his work. He startled you in the middle of your reading.

“Uh, o-okay” You stuttered in confusion.

“We need to leave” He continued whilst packing his clothes into a bag.

“Obi Wan what’s going on?”

“I think I’ve been recognized” He stopped in his tracks to weigh the gravity of the situation.

“By who?”

“An inquisitor” He swallowed hard.

“Do they know where you live?” You hesitantly asked.

“I’m not sure. I don’t want to risk it. We have to go off planet. It’s not safe on Tatooine”

“Where will we go?” You asked while you gathered what little belongings you had.

“Batuu. Just long enough to lay low. A day or two. They’ll move on eventually”

“Are you sure you want to take me?” You asked timidly. In this situation you didn’t want to complicate anything. You would understand if you needed to stay behind.

“You go where I go” He turned to you, holding your shaking hands in his palms.

You nodded with a reassuring smile.

“I know a man who owns an Inn on Batuu. He lets me stay there unregistered. With the Empire’s new protocols, no one can have a room at an inn without proper registration. I pay him under the table, no questions asked. Unfortunately this has happened a couple of times”

“Will he be okay with you bringing a guest?”

“He will have to be. I’m not leaving you here”

As the civilian transport ship exited hyperspace, you couldn’t help but gasp. Just in the few days you’d spent on Tatooine made you miss greenery and oceans, both of which came into view as the ship made its descent.

You’d heard of Batuu years ago, it used to be home to a separatist outpost in the days of the Republic, therefore you imagine there was probably a heavy imperial presence. If you tried to go anywhere else, Obi Wan would have to register as a guest, which would scan him, and it would alert the inquisitors searching for him. This deal was your best bet at safety for now.

As a former Padawan, you were likely flagged in the imperial records as well. Anyone they don’t have a death record for is still considered ‘on the run’.

“Head down, walk calmly” He whispered through the shield of his hooded robe as you descended the ship's open ramp.

You did just that. As you walked through the streets of Batuu, you noticed the scattered stormtroopers that paid little attention to you.

“How far are we?” You asked. Every step you took helped to fry your nerves. You swallowed your fear and kept walking, trying your hardest not to think about what would happen if you were caught.

“Not too far now” He barely spoke above a whisper.

The path that carried you through town narrowed significantly, covered now by lush forest instead of power lines and artificial lighting. You were nearly alone now, traveling down a stone walkway that began to feel like you two were walking through a fairy tail. You still mostly kept your head down. You could never be too sure.

You cautiously tilted your head up and caught a glance of an extravagant structure that towered over 20 floors. Elegant music trailed into your ears as you approached what looked like a resort, of some kind. The whole building stuck out like a sore thumb and drowned out the rest of the town in comparison, which you assume is why it’s tucked away outside of town. The exterior reflected the light like an Alderaanian palace, and the balconies that scattered up and down the length of its height held partygoers and travelers with credits to blow.

“This is the Inn?” You stopped, your jaw dropped.

“Not what you were expecting?” He smirked. That little devil, trying to impress you.

“Not quite” You laughed.

“I guess I never did describe it, did I?”

He’s so smug and doesn’t even realize it.

You hadn’t seen something so extraordinary since before the rise of the Empire. Since before you both went into hiding.

Obi Wan watched in adoration as your face twinkled under the shining lights. Your face was lit up like a child entering hyperspace for the first time. It excited you, staying somewhere this fancy. But it excited you even more to be staying there with him.

The interior was just as amazing. Everything shimmered and glistened, accented in gold. You could wipe the awe off your face, meanwhile all the guests in the lobby seemed incredibly adjusted to it.

“Many of them live here, they only rent out a few of the rooms. This is an interesting crowd but if you pretend like you belong, they won’t even notice us” He said, leaning over to you.

You nodded and looked around to observe the other guests. They all had a drink in hand, each one of them laughing or talking amongst a group. Their clothing reflected the exact establishment you were standing in. They were eccentric individuals, the types you’d seen plenty of back on Coruscant, but you can’t recall seeing these types of party goers around within the past few years. They all had this look in their eye, though, like they were avoiding the deep sorrow and regret lingering within them. You felt sorry for them, but also envious of their denial of what life had become.

“Hello, I’m looking for Satja” Obi Wan spoke confidently to the front desk. The receptionist looked startled, as if she’d seen a ghost.

“One moment”

“How do you know this guy again?”

“Long story”

A short man appeared from around the corner of a hidden office.

“Obi Wan!” The man shouted in glee when he saw him. You flinched at the call of his real name but then noticed, yet again, the partying hotel guests couldn’t care less. This was an interesting place.

“Satja, how are you?” Obi Wan smiled pleasantly at the man.

“Just fine, just fine. Business is booming as you can see!” He cackled, gesturing to the busy lobby.

“Yes, it seems so!”

“But hey, I don’t do it for the money”

“Satja, you only do this for money” Obi Wan scoffed playfully.

“You got me there”

“Listen, I won’t keep you. Just the usual, please” He softened his voice with the request.

“Nesa, take a quick break honey, I’ll take care of this one”

Satja shooed away the receptionist, who looked equally confused and pleased to be given a break.

“I gotta warn you, Obi Wan, Empire is cracking down. Don’t know if I’ll be able to do this much longer”

“What do you mean?”

“Bunch a’ troopers came in here last week asking for registration logs. It’s hard to fake those documents when you occupy a room without proper registration” Satja said regretfully. Obi Wan tried to hide his concern.

“But hey, I’ll keep helping ya as long as I can, I owe you my life”

“Thank you” Obi Wan nodded humbly. You decided that was a question for another day.

“So who’s this? Girlfriend?”

You cringed at the question, hoping he didn’t feel the pressure to say yes or no, so you spoke for him.

“Just good friends catching up” You smiled back.

“Oh yeah, we gotta lot of people that come here to ‘catch up’. I gotcha” he winked and cackled at his own comment again.

“Oh I’m sure you do,” You joked back to him.

“I’ll spare you the details of why we are here but 2 nights would be greatly appreciated. Whatever you have”

“You got it, my friend. 250”

“Why so much less than usual?”

“I gave you the ‘catching up’ special” Satja nudged him and began cackling again. You couldn’t help but laugh too, it was utterly contagious. Obi Wan was red in the face, trying to hide his smirk but failing completely.

“Satja” Obi Wan groaned

“Oh I’m just teasing. None of these jokers let me get in a good laugh around here”

“I thought it was funny” You corrected.

Satja high-fived you and looked at Obi Wan smugly. He worked some things in the data pad and took the credits from Obi Wan.

“Alright, pal. Room 16028G”

“That’s one of your nicer rooms isn’t it?” Obi Wan looked at him in astonishment.

“We just had a cancellation. Consider it my little gift to you”

“Thank you, Satja” You said graciously.

The walk to the elevators was filled with even more amusement. There was something fascinating to observe at every turn.

As the door to your room flung opened, you gasped. Similar to the lobby, the room was a perfect embodiment of elegance. The best resort accommodations that credits could buy. You weren’t used to this indulgence of luxurious things, you never had that in your life. The Jedi Temple is all of its glory paled in comparison. The room wasn't huge. It was a typical size, maybe a little larger, but the décor was beautiful.

“This is certainly nicer than the room he usually gives me”

“Wow” You mumbled. It was all you managed to say.

“It’s nice having company this time” He turned to you.

You smiled back at him as you set down your small satchel on the settee.

As you both took in the breathtaking view from your balcony and unpacked your belongings, you decided to pretend, just once, that you’re on vacation. Hiding from the empire should not be considered a vacation, but you must enjoy it if you can. Being with him was truly the only vacation you needed, anyways. The fancy inn was just a bonus.

“Dammit”

“What is it?”

“I guess I didn’t pack any clothes to sleep in” You rubbed your forehead. You were so frantic to leave earlier that you forgot to grab something, anything, to sleep comfortably in.

“You can borrow my tunic, here” Obi Wan offered kindly and tossed his clean sandy colored shirt to you. You recognized it as a shirt he typically slept in.

“Thank you”

You changed in the refresher and opted out of wearing anything under the shirt he let you borrow. It didn’t swallow you whole, but it was a bit longer than the bottom curve of your ass, and he’d never know you were naked beneath it. The idea of that…excited you.

“Are you okay with sleeping with m-…next to me?” Obi Wan asked as you exited the refresher.

“Of course. Besides, it’s a pretty big bed. I think we might lose each other in there” You joked.

Your heart raced inside your chest as you laid your head down on the pillow. He slept next to you that one night on Tatooine, but somehow this felt different. You hadn’t touched or kissed each other since the night at the cantina and that was almost a week ago. Nothing had been awkward, the moment just hadn’t felt right since then.

You turned away from him as you were too nervous to look at him lying next to you. It should be impossible to sleep right now, but you needed the rest, and you could only fight your heavy eyelids for so long before they defeated you.

“I probably won’t drift off to sleep for a while” Obi Wan whispered to you.

“I’m pretty tired now. I’ll probably go ahead and sleep”

“Goodnight, darling”

“Goodnight, Obi Wan”

A fuzzy cloud swept over your mind as memories began to flash back in front of you. There were screams. Distant, blood curdling screams. The child you protected kept disappearing from behind you. And a Jedi in your path kept falling to his death over…and over…and over. It was a loop… a horrid loop that grew louder and louder with every go around.

You couldn’t breathe. You gasped for air but your lungs failed you. You tried to scream but it was empty and silent. No one was coming to save you, but could you even save yourself?

A new vision came before you that was an unfamiliar loop in your nightmare. It was…Obi Wan. He stood before you, petrified. A red glow grew brighter behind him.

“Obi Wan?”

“Y/N, help me”

“I’m coming”

“Help, he’ll kill me”

A modulated breath pushed through a villainous mask. Everything went dark as Obi Wan pleaded for his life. His screams were cut short. You cried for him but he was gone.

—

Your eyes shot open and you leaned up in bed. You were breathing heavy and you must’ve screamed or cried in your sleep because Obi Wan was already moving to comfort you.

“I’m here, darling, I’m here” Obi Wan called calmly to you, “Sssh, it’s alright”

“Obi Wan” You whispered with realization of where you were.

It wasn’t real. I’m with him. I’m okay. He’s okay.

“Yes, I’m right here. Take a deep breath” He consoled you, scooting closer to you in bed.

Despite your best efforts not to break into a full on sob in front of him, you fell apart like shattered glass as he wrapped his strong arms around you. Your cheeks became soaked with tears before they seeped into the cloth of his shirt as you wept shamelessly in his grasp.

“They never stop, Obi Wan” You cried, trying to calm your breathing to prevent hyperventilation. The nightmares were back in full force again.

“I know, dear, I have them too” He spoke with sorrow.

“You do?”

“Yes. They’re debilitating” He said as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms, tucking your head under his chin. Being shielded by him was like being wrapped in a warm, blaster-proof blanket. “Waking up to one of those nightmares just to remember you’re alone in the desert is…hard”

You tried to calm yourself but your nerves were absolutely shot.

“It wasn’t real, you’re alive and you’re safe”

“Thank you” You whispered. You were so grateful for his presence in that moment.

"I'll hold you as long as you need"

You began to calm gradually as your mind processed and distinguished the difference between your nightmare and reality. You and Obi Wan sat there in silence for a while. He stroked your hair and kept your cheeks dry as your tears fell. You smiled to yourself, he was so selflessly kind.

"How are you feeling?" He asked after your tears had dried from your eyes.

"Better... a little freaked out, but I'm better" You sighed.

"I find it difficult to go back to sleep after one of my nightmares. Sometimes I just don't fall back asleep at all" He noted.

You nodded in agreement, but your mind immediately sparked a bad idea. When you would have difficulty falling asleep, oftentimes you would masturbate to ease your nerves. Sometimes you did it because you were horny and wanted to feel that pleasure, other times it was strictly an effort to chemically balance your brain back to normal and allow sleep to come easier.

"I have a trick to falling back asleep" You said, wondering if he'd ask what it is.

"Well good, so you'll be alright tonight?"

"Actually..." You winced, suddenly afraid to admit it.

"What is it?"

"I can't really do that...method...right now" You crawled across your words slowly.

"What do you mean?" He pondered, his eyebrows pushed together in confusion.

"I usually do it...alone" You emphasized. Your body may have been behaving by memory, but you felt yourself growing aroused just at the conversation of pleasuring yourself.

"Alone, like whe-....oh" He stopped himself when he realized. His eyes scanned the room before snapping back to you. Your face had changed and your tears had dried, and he could see in your eyes that you needed a release, "Well that's only natural. I'm sure it works well as a sleep aid"

"I could go and do that in the refresher, I suppose" You offered.

"No, you can do it in bed, I won't disturb you" He said sweetly. He sounded so innocent but you know just how much it would rile him up if you got yourself off right next to him, “I- I could um, I can go on the balcony and give you the privacy”

"No it’s okay, i'll be quiet" You whispered. He groaned softly in response, “unless you’re uncomfortable with me doing that beside you” You implied, the conversation felt tense as you bounced back and forth with what you were planning to do.

“No, darling, mm, not at all” His voice grew flustered as his imagination ran wild. You giggled to yourself at the effect you were having on him. You loved it.

You moved to pull away from his hold and you were faced with a restraint…his arms subtly tightened, causing an even filthier idea to flutter into your mind.

"Would you help me?" You whispered up to him sensually, and by no accident, you hoped to entice him.

"Yes" He breathed, his words were failing him, but he was dying to put his hands on you. He was a gentleman, after all, he never wanted to make you uncomfortable with the first move.

You sat up, pressing your back into his chest. You turned your head to him and stared deep into his hungry eyes. Your gaze traveled to his lips, so warm and needing attention. In a gentle motion, Obi Wan pressed hard into your lips, bringing his fingers to run through your hair. He let a moan of relief and satisfaction seep into your mouth.

You’d found yourself locking lips with him three times now since you found him, but as he slipped his tongue over your lip and into your mouth, you understood that it would actually go somewhere further this time. You were ready for him. You wanted to give yourself to him completely.

He slid his right hand between the curves of your thighs and motioned for you to open your legs. The miserable, radiating ache for him was pulsing harder with every inch that he moved across your skin.

His fingers were trembling, shaking with the anticipation of over ten years of pent up desire.

“Is this okay?”

“Mmhm” You hummed, so overwhelmed with need that you couldn’t think straight.

Your legs opened wide, pushing the pure white, luxury linens to slide off your knees.

The only light pushing through the room was the blue of the moonlight. Batuu was known for its large moon, it casted more light than most planets’ did. It allowed visibility for Obi Wan to see every inch of your body that you exposed to him without a single light turned on. It was romantic, like it was just you, Obi Wan, and the stars that lit up the galaxy. Nothing and no one mattered to you in that moment besides him.

His fingers found the hem of your shirt, his shirt, and slowly lifted the material to reveal that you wore nothing underneath. He immediately broke the contact against your lips to catch sight of your most sensitive area.

"Gods, Y/N” He faltered, “You weren’t wearing anything under this?”

“No, I wanted to be naked under your clothes” You purred.

His jaw clenched hard, like he was trying to stop himself from ravaging you right then. You felt his cock growing hard as it pressed against your lower back.

His hand idled at your inner thigh as he used the other to wrap around your body and hold you up against him.

“Touch me, please” You begged.

He waited no longer as his finger began to caress your slit. You could feel how wet you were, practically dripping for him, any part of him. He ran his middle finger through your wetness and a guttural, primal moan crawled from his throat.

“You’re already this wet for me?” He asked, his voice barely breaking a whisper.

“Yes, all for you”

His fingertips found the bud of your clit, and gave it the contact it so desperately begged you for. The electricity and fire that coursed through you the second he really touched you was overwhelming and you almost couldn’t handle the sensation.

Obi Wan used a perfect rhythm to rub delicate circles against your clit. You started to moan softly, suddenly finding yourself to be shy with him.

“Let me hear you, darling” He whispered softly against your ear. A wave of chills shot down your spine.

Your whimpering grew louder, messier. It was no question any longer how he was making you feel.

“Feels so good, Obi Wan” You breathed.

“I’ve wanted to make you feel good for so long, Y/N. I always wondered what my name sounded like falling off those beautiful lips”

You bucked your hips into his motions, but he firmly grabbed around your waist with his other hand to hold you steady. He halted his pressure against your clit and redirected his digits to your wetness. He caressed your entrance gently, taking in the magnitude of your desire for him.

He inserted one finger, and you arched your back in response. it wasn’t even the actual feeling of having something inside you, it was having him inside you that lit a fire upon your skin.

With every inch of his touch, he listened to the way your body responded. He watched how you reacted to the different ways he pleasured you, wanting to be in tune with what felt good for you, and getting off on that himself.

His finger thrusted in and out slowly, letting you adjust to one finger before adding a second. His thumb moved to return attention back to your clit as he fucked you with his fingers. There was such an intimacy about being pressed against his chest and him looking down and watching you writhe under his control.

“I’m g-getting close” You muttered as the release slowly crept up to you.

“Come around my fingers darling” He groaned. His words and consistent pacing of his fingers sent you over the edge.

It burst open and washed over your body, radiating from your core and trickling out to your limbs. You felt it deep in your bones. You whimpered and moaned his name while you came and your walls clenched around his fingers. Through your own euphoria, you were able to hear the sounds of approval that came from him while he watched you lose control in his grasp. You floated down slowly, your climax riding out longer than normal, pleasantly surprising you.

He removed his fingers slowly, and gently massaged your clit again. The sensitivity jolted your body but it felt so good. He pulled away, and you watched as he placed his fingers in his mouth to savor the taste of you. You let out an unintentional moan. You wanted more. You needed more.

“You taste as sweet as those pretty little noises you make” He praised, turning your head back up to him to kiss you with a greater passion than before. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it drove you crazy.

“Do you think you could sleep now?” He asked so innocently.

“No” You answered breathlessly.

“Would you like me to do that again?”

You melted at his offer. This man probably hasn’t had sex in years but he’s still not expecting anything from you in return. It turned you on even more.

“I want you” You breathed, still allowing your lungs to catch up after riding your high, “to fuck me”

Obi Wan released a deep moan and attacked your swollen lips again.

“Anything for you, darling” He whispered against your mouth.

He took over and gently lifted your only piece of clothing off your body. Obi Wan then laid you down on your back. As he hovered above you, he cherished the sight of you naked beneath him, exactly what he said he needed that night you went to the cantina.

“Stars, you are…absolutely breathtaking” He stared in awe, allowing his eyes to roam every curve of your being. His hand stroked delicately over your breasts, feeling the peak of your nipples under his rough skin.

“Somehow, you look even more gorgeous than I always imagined” He smiled, finally looking back up to your eyes, “I didn’t even think that was possible”.

You blushed and reached for the hem of his shirt to help him pull it over his head. There were not enough hours in the day to properly allow you to study the intricacy of his body. He had scars and rough edges that told a lifetime of stories. You were enthralled by the sight of his bare skin, and you wanted it pressed against you immediately. There was a masculine broadness about his chest that was speckled with hair that made your heart skip a beat.

Obi Wan shyly chuckled at your admiration. You stared up at him and lost yourself in the expression on his face. Neither of you had ever said it out loud, but in that moment you knew he loved you. A man could not possibly look at you the way he was and not love you deeply. It almost brought a tear to your eye but now was not the time to get emotional

You tugged lightly at his pants that you desperately needed him to remove. He smirked before getting up and standing to the side of the bed to pull them off.

There he stood, completely exposed to you as you were to him. His size was impressive, and you didn’t mean to let a gasp fly from your lips but he was flattered by your reaction. You wanted to take him into your mouth and pleasure him how he did for you, but when you moved your mouth toward him, he stopped you.

“Darling I cannot wait another minute to be inside you”

You shivered in anticipation. He moved back onto the bed and hovered over you, hips resting between your legs. Your heart began to flutter again. You hadn’t had sex in a long time, and somehow this felt like the first time all over again.

Slowly, he pushed his tip at your entrance and took a deep breath in before he thrusted all the way in. Your breath hitched in your throat before he bottomed out, burying his cock fully inside you. You both moan in pure ecstasy at the feeling of being completely connected with one another.

He kept his thrusts slow, careful to let you adjust to him before changing pace. The curl of his hips with each motion brushed the sweetest spot inside you, repeatedly driving you insane.

Obi Wan did not break away from your gaze but only seconds at a time to look down and watch your bodies fuse together so beautifully.

“Obi Wan” You whimpered softly.

“Y/N, Gods you feel…s-so amazing” He moaned through his praises, “You are so beautiful”

“Oh my gods” You cried out, feeling another release approaching. Obi Wan was wise to, once again, listen to the way your body reacted to him.

He pulled your knees up and placed them against his chest. With this angle he was able to hit that sweet spot even easier. Your moans grew louder and he could feel your walls clenching around his length.

“That’s it, darling there you go…come on my cock” He praised, encouraging you. You melted at his words, so aroused to hear him talk like this.

Words could not form through the intensity of the wave that crashed over you this time. You lost control of your moaning and fell apart so gracefully beneath him. Stars formed to cloud your vision as you floated on that high. You cried his name over and over, letting him know just how good he made you feel. As you eased back down from your euphoric high, Obi Wan lowered your legs down and slowed his thrusting.

“I’m getting close, darling, where do you w-”

“Inside me. I’m on the pill” You reminded him so as to not let him worry about that possibility.

Obi Wan trembled against you as his whimpering grew louder and you felt him twitch against your walls. You held his face and pulled him deep into a kiss as he spilled himself inside you. He moaned through your kiss, sending vibrations across your lips. You felt him grip the sheets beside you as he came down from his high.

Gently, you broke away from him. As you looked up, you ran your fingers through his messy hair, and smiled sweetly at him. That was everything you ever imagined it would be, and you already wanted to go again, despite how tired you were.

“That was well worth the wait” You whispered to him.

“Yes, it was” He spoke softly back to you and planted a delicate kiss on your lips before laying down next to you. You laid your head on his glistening chest and listened to the thumping of his heartbeat, otherwise, It was silent between you two for a few moments as you both soaked in the reality of what just happened.

“I would’ve waited a lifetime for that” He said, turning to you, “I would wait a lifetime for you”.

“10 years alone sure feels like a lifetime” You muttered.

The two of you rested silently as you settled back into reality. You could not stop smiling, not matter how hard you tried. As you glimpsed Obi Wan you caught sight of a grin on his face that he, too, couldn’t get rid of.

Soon after, Obi Wan brought you a robe and the two of you sat in the chairs on your room's balcony to watch the Batuu sky and listen to the party going guests wind down for the night.

“Do you remember that day that Master Windu had to talk with me about our relationship?” Obi Wan randomly asked.

“Yes, I remember that. I also remember you trying to get rid of me” You teased playfully.

“I am sorry for that.”

“That was only, what, a month before all was lost?” You pondered.

“I think so” Obi Wan concurred, and dropped his head.

For a few moments you both stared at the moon in admiration. You looked over to Obi Wan, observing the way the moonlight danced over the texture of his skin. You never got tired of looking at him.

“I never stopped thinking about what you said,” You began, reminiscing back to that conversation, “how you said you couldn’t think around me…that you had forgotten what was right and what was wrong”

“It was true. In all my years I had never let anyone or anything distract me that much. My feelings for you terrified me” He smiled somberly.

“How did you feel about me, really?”

“That is a conversation for another time” He nervously chuckled.

"What? Why not now?" You laughed in response, surely he was joking.

"Y/N" He spoke softly and shut his eyes, wishing you'd drop the subject immediately.

“Are you serious?” Your tone went flat.

“Please drop it, Y/N” He pleaded.

"No, tell me why you don't want to talk about it!" You raised your voice, something you'd never done to him before. It shocked you, but you so desperately wanted to know that your greed for information reared an ugly head.

"Because it hurts! It all hurts. Reliving every second of what our lives as Jedi used to be rips me to pieces” He snapped, taking you by an unpleasant surprise, "I can't talk about this anymore" He concluded, his tone riddled with painful anguish. He wouldn't look at you, he couldn't if he tried.

Before you could speak another word, he rose from his seat and returned inside, leaving you alone on the patio to stare into the night sky.

You were angry with yourself for pushing him. Of course it hurt, you knew that as well as he did, so you should've known better than to insist upon the discussion. It did not sway your curiosity. Your mind still pondered how he may have felt for you back then. As he said, it's a conversation for another time.

Truly, you were still confused about his feelings for you now. You'd just made love and it was everything your heart dreamed of since you first fell for him all those years ago. You'd been too foolish to admit to yourself that it was love that you felt for him, not just friendship, not just tension, not just attraction.

It is love.

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Reminiscence

Part Two

Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Read part 1 here

Summary: You begin to settle in with Obi Wan, but things slowly start to heat up and the inevitable tension grows.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: mention of death,⚠️brief unwanted physical contact from a stranger⚠️, TONS of tension, light smut, drinking

A/N: thank you all for your positive response to chapter one <3 depending on how this is received, I will continue this story. This one dives into a little more backstory which I am really excited about. It’s also a bit longer than part 1, please enjoy :)

Gif cred: @drsattlers

“You must focus, Y/N”

“I’m trying” You groaned. You really were trying. This was only the beginning of your training and to give up now would be the ultimate defeat.

“Try harder” Obi Wan encouraged, "You can do it"

You sighed in frustration, honing in on your breathing as you tried to connect yourself with the object in front of you. Your eyes were shut tight, forcing your mind to intertwine with the force without the privilege of sight.

A magnetized sensation tingled and coursed through your fingers, shooting the hairs on the back of your neck straight up. The feeling caused you to gasp lightly.

“Very good, my young Padawan” Obi Wan praised you proudly. Your eyes shot open in amazement, staring at the pebbles that danced in the air. Your connection to them was weak, but you were finally successful in gaining control.

“Master, you taught me this years ago, why is she just now starting here?” Anakin spoke from behind you, startling you, snarky as ever. It was supposed to be just you and Obi Wan, but somehow Anakin ended up joining your training.

“Hush, Anakin. Jedi all learn at their own pace. Remember I told you I was about her age when my Master began training me. You were lucky to start so young” Obi Wan reminded Anakin. His teases never bothered or discouraged you, he was just annoying.

Anakin cleared his throat, “You’re doing great, Y/N. My apologies”

“That’s alright, Anakin. Thank you” You responded calmly.

Something told you that Obi Wan insisted he say this to you, considering your back was facing them and it was uncharacteristic of Anakin to apologize.

The pebbles floated gently back to the ground. You took in a deep breath and let a smile fall across your lips, pleased with your accomplishment.

"We shall wrap up there for today, Y/N." Obi Wan nodded.

"Thank you, Master Kenobi"

Your sensitivity to the force made itself known when you were reaching adulthood, something Obi Wan told you was rare, but not impossible. You were taken to Coruscant to train as a Jedi at the age of 17. After half a year of training under Master Ti, she was appointed to take on larger responsibilities within her position on the Council and you were transferred to Master Kenobi.

Obi Wan was already training Anakin, something that the Council argued many times when considering who would take you as their Padawan. They said Obi Wan already had his hands full, and truly, he was reluctant to take on another learner, but he saw the ambition in your eyes and took to you immediately. You tried to not compare yourself to Anakin, who was only a year older than you, as you knew his training began as a child, and to compare yourself to him was tormenting your confidence.

However, you were quite the quick learner once you picked up on controlling your abilities. Obi Wan was always impressed with you, and was sure to let you know how proud he was. Shortly after this time, Anakin became preoccupied with his own Padawan learner, Ahsoka. From there, Obi Wan's time and attention was all yours.

2 years...that was all you had with Master Kenobi before it all collapsed, and life as you knew it was gone. Somehow in those 2 years, Obi Wan became the best mentor and companion you could’ve asked for. You came from a broken family, and you found your place with him and Anakin. Despite the rules of forbidden attachment, he sensed your need for a family, and he would've never dreamed of denying you of that.

You've spent the past 10 years believing he was gone. His presence in this galaxy changed everything for you. These years had been filled with crime and poor decisions. Each poor decision growing more and more risky. Somehow all of that didn't seem to matter anymore as your eyes pried open and you were awakened to the sight of his cavern, tucked away and providing as much safety as possible on Tatooine. And just the day before, you woke up on the street of another planet that you'd already forgotten

You had not realized just how exhausted you were until you had a proper pillow under your head. Your mind was trampled with horrific dreams formed from your memories. This was not an abnormal occurrence for you and these nightmares were never easy to shake.

It was always flashes of death, destruction, and absolute chaos. Suddenly you were back in that cramped closet, the sounds of dying Jedi flooding your senses from beyond the door that shielded you. It was an unbearable memory. One that was relentless in your mind. You were meant to die that night, but you survived, and you suffered with that guilt everyday.

Shaking your head to rid the feeling of your fading nightmare, your vision adjusted to the lighting and you looked around the enclosed space, searching for Obi Wan, but he was no where to be found.

“Obi Wan?” You called out, your groggy voice breaking through your tone.

You threw your legs over the side of his bed and tried to gather yourself before standing up. In that moment you realized this was the best nights sleep you’ve had in years. His presence…his protection…it provided a feeling of safety you’d not known since you were still a young Padawan.

A pattering of footsteps drew your attention to the opening of the cavern.

“Good morning, Y/N” Obi Wan perked up as he came back inside.

“Good morning Obi Wan” you said sleepily.

“I hope you slept okay”

“I should be the one saying that to you. You slept on the ground”

“Oh don’t you worry about me. I was quite alright” He said with a smile.

“Well, yes, I slept great. Thank you again”

“No need to thank me. I liked the company” Obi Wan said sweetly. You felt the same way. “My work shuttle leaves in an hour. I’ve got to get going. Will you be here when I return?” He hesitated with the last part. It broke your heart that he thought you may leave so soon. Even though you certainly did not want to overstay your welcome.

You nodded in agreement, “I may get some more rest, if that’s alright”

“Of course. The alarm will alert you to any unexpected visitors. Although, I will warn you, sometimes the little creatures will set it off. Just be on alert. I’ll be back before sunset" He began to walk off, "Oh, and I left some food for you, its on the table” Obi Wan offered a grin.

“That is very kind of you. Be safe”

The look that lingered in his expression as he stared back at you speechless resembled that of a man who’s holding onto nothing but hope. You stared back, trying to comfort him with only your gaze. Little does he know how much his mere existence is helping you cling to what little hope you held onto as well.

“What?” You spoke up, not knowing if he was going to stop staring anytime soon.

“I just…I can’t believe you’re here” His voice cracked through a whisper, almost as if he was trying to fight back tears.

You smiled in response, dropping your head to your lap in attempt to hide your rosy cheeks. Without another word, Obi Wan collected his satchel and walked away, but not without looking back to you, still occupying his bed.

The cantina was a rouse of loud chatter and music. Obi Wan says the empire has yet to raid this place, and for now, it was safe. You observed the wide variety of patrons devouring their food and drinks, drunkenly dancing or fighting their night away. After he returned from work, he insisted on going out for a drink, which you'd never dream of turning down that offer.

“Quite the interesting place, isn’t it?” Obi Wan raised his voice slightly for you to hear him over the commotion.

“It’s something” You said back.

“Are you alright?” Obi Wan asked you, leaning in so you could hear him better. He was concerned for you, and didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.

“Hm?” You leaned in too, unsure of what he said.

“I said are you alright?” He repeated.

“Oh, yes! Just taking it all in. I usually avoid these kinds of crowds”

“We can go if you-” He began frantically.

“No! No, I’m okay! I like it. And once our drinks come to the table I’ll be a lot better” You assured him, grinning warmly.

“Agreed” He smiled back.

The drinks finally made their way to your secluded booth. You sipped the foul liquid as it burned a trail down your throat. You needed to take the edge off, so you tolerated it. The past 24 hours were wonderfully eventful, and it had brought you a sense of comfort that you never dreamed you'd feel again, but it was also overwhelming and a drink or two couldn't hurt.

“Probably should’ve gotten a beer, like you” You gestured to his giant glass of ale.

“Not liking your liquor?” He smirked.

“It’s just...strong” You giggled as your face twisted in distaste with your next swallow.

“The drunker the customer, the more credits they’ll spend” Obi Wan suggested, “I guess that’s why they make them so strong”

“That’s…true, I suppose” You laughed.

“Should we order you something else?” He offered with concern in his eyes.

Instead of offering an answer, you winced and groaned before tipping the glass all the way back, allowing it to land heavily in the pit of your stomach. You shook your head aggressively and breathed out with what felt like fire.

“I guess that answers that question”

“You were saying?” You responded, crossing your arms and sitting back, proud of yourself.

The two of you chatted and caught up for what felt like hours, and truly, it could have been several hours before you even thought to check the time.

“I’ve not felt this happy in a long time” You admitted, this aggressively changed directions in the conversation, but you were still floating in the fuzziness of your drinks and you couldn’t wipe a smile off your face if you tried. You were happy. You were with Obi Wan and he was looking at you like you were the only woman that mattered in the entire galaxy.

“I would have to say the same” he smiled at you, your eyes locking immediately and neither of you dared to break the contact.

You hadn’t spoken of the kiss from the day before, and neither of you really knew how to bring it up. Were you both just eager to touch someone again? Was it your pent up grief needing some kind of outlet? Or did you both really love and need each other as desperately as you felt in that moment?

You weren’t sure how Obi Wan really felt, and the last thing you intended to do was finally walk back into his life just to complicate it.

“We should probably go soon” You broke the silence, opting out of bringing up the situation replaying in your head.

Obi Wan nodded and threw back the rest of his glass. Neither of you really drank enough to inebriate you, but you were definitely feeling more confident than normal, something you only needed a little encouragement to feel.

“I’ll go close our tab” He said as he slid out of the booth. You nodded and smiled, feeling oddly unsafe the second that he left. Although, who could blame you, really? This place was crawling with less than desirable individuals.

A towering figure approached the booth suddenly, jolting your heart into your stomach, sucking a gasp from your throat.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to startle you”

“Oh, um, that’s okay” You breathed, your palm stuck to your chest as if to manually slow your racing heart rate.

“I’m Varlo, what’s your name?”

“Y/N” You responded in a flat tone, hoping to deter any further conversation.

“Pleasure to meet you”, He smiled down at you. You didn’t like that he used his height to power over you. You shyly smiled back and nodded.

The man was dressed like every other human traveler in the cantina, and although the whole place reeked of liquor, he especially had a pungent smell. His eyes were already getting him in trouble as they wandered like a lost soul up and down your body, stopping briefly at your breasts that were slightly exposed in your top.

“Is there something I can help you with?” You asked, trying desperately to hide your irritation. He was polite until the moment he looked at you like an object.

“There is plenty you could help me with” He smirked and winked.

“I’m really not interested” You continued to hold your smile. Kindness generally came easy to you, but you prayed he’d walk away before it escalated.

“That’s too bad. Is that your boyfriend?” He said smugly, nodding to Obi Wan who was wrapping up paying the bartender.

Please hurry up Obi Wan

“Yes” You responded briskly without thinking before you answered.

“Would he mind if I borrowed you for the night?” Varlo shot you a menacing grin. Your stomach turned in disgust.

“I would mind. I told you I’m not interested”

“I hear you, but…” he dropped to a whisper and leaned down, becoming dangerously close to your face, “with a body like this” he started, putting a hand on your thigh. You winced and froze immediately, “I don’t know if I can resist”

You opened your mouth to answer but as you tried to force out the words, Obi Wan approached quickly, and shoved the guy off of you with a brute force. He was seething, and gave Varlo no chance to defend himself, rightfully so.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Obi Wan shouted. His tone was stricken with rage, and it was a side of him you never imagined he even had. Others in the bar turned to look at the commotion. The last thing either of you needed was negative attention... or any attention really.

“Obi Wan!” You called to him.

“Sorry, man, I’ll be honest, I was just trying to fuck her” Varlo laughed hysterically as he wiped the blood from his nose. This guy was more drunk than you thought. Who the hell says that?

Obi Wan’s jaw clenched as he held the man by the cloth of his tunic. He demonstrated great restrain as he loosened his grip and threw Varlo to the ground. The rage had not blinded him enough for him to think that hurting this man was a good idea right now.

“Don’t ever touch her, or any other woman, again. I won’t be so merciful next time” He growled, and pulled his fingers through his hair and away from his face.

“Let’s go” Obi Wan insisted, turning to leave and motioning for you to go ahead of him.

The humid air brushed your skin with a slight breeze as you exited the cantina.

You turned to him immediately, “Obi Wan what was-”

“Y/N, are you alright?” Obi Wan gripped a hold of your arm and pulled you around the side of the cantina, away from the public eye. Butterflies danced in your stomach at the foreign contact.

“I’m fine, really I’m okay” You assured him. Unfortunately in ten years traveling alone, that wasn’t the first time a man had tried something so bold.

His hands cupped your heated cheeks, and his eyes scanned your face for dishonesty. Something in his deep concern for you brought out suppressed sadness within you. Your eyes started to well up and you swallowed the lump rising in your throat.

“You’re not” He whispered, watching the tears pool in your eyes.

You were overwhelmed and you were letting it all out all at once.

“I’m okay, just a little upset but I’m fine” You said, taking a deep breath in. Obi Wan brushed his thumb over the stray tear that fell down your cheek. You smiled at him, so thankful that he came when he did.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop him sooner. Did he hurt you?”

“No”

“I don’t know what made me lash out like that, I apologize. That wasn’t like me at all and I-”

“Thank you for protecting me” You said graciously, interrupting his spiraling thoughts.

“I told you, I…I can’t lose you again. I can’t fail you again” His voice broke subtly, and it shattered your heart.

“You never failed me Obi Wan”

“I wish that were true, little one”

“Kiss me” You insisted, knowing you couldn’t convince him of how deeply you trusted him with your life and how he had never failed you, not once.

And he did just that. He planted his lips upon yours and it was delicately passionate with every second that it lingered. He tasted of beer and smoky musk that piqued your need for more. He pulled your face into him before moving his hands to rest at the sides of your shoulders. You could sense his ache to let his hands explore further but yet again his restraint impressed you.

You wanted him more than just this kiss behind a run-down cantina in Mos Eisley. You needed him closer, raw against your skin. It was like an itch that needed to be scratched, and his supple lips pressing perfectly against yours was only brushing the surface of your desire. His protective nature, the way his rough hands grabbed your face, the way he spoke to you, it all drove you insane.

You pulled away, hesitantly, finding it hard to break that contact with him.

“Is this wrong?” He whispered, he looked like he was in pain, but it was a beautiful type of pain.

“10 years ago? Maybe. Back then there was a Council of Jedi that would’ve frowned upon this, Obi Wan. But its just us, now” You preached, stopping only to take a deep breath “We are two human beings that want each other. No one is here anymore to tell us it’s wrong. That’s up to us. Do you think it’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, darling. I don’t know what I believe in anymore. I’m not the man I once was, but even that man, all those years ago...that man still loved you dearly, Y/N” He confessed, his smile soothing the tension.

His words lit a fire in your heart. He looked so beautiful in the glow of the moonlight. He always did. He was a beautiful man.

A speeder taxi took the two of you back home, and during that ride neither of you said a word to one another, which only helped to tightened the sexual tension between you two.

As soon as you entered the cavern, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss, wanting to pick up exactly where you left off behind the cantina. The vibrations tingling across your skin from the light influence of alcohol still in your system that made you feel free and confident. You were still sober enough to make your own decisions, that much you were sure of.

“Are you still drunk, Y/N?” He wondered, suddenly aware of how far this could go.

“Yes, but only a little” You groaned. You wanted to keep going so you leaned back into his kiss.

He pulled away from you.

Uh, what?

“You need sleep. I won’t do this if you’re not in your sober mind”

“Obi Wan, I want you. I’m not too drunk to make that decision.” You assured him.

“And I really want you too, darling. But not like this” He said softly, intertwining his fingers through your hair.

Damn his politeness, you thought.

“Please,” you begged, “I need you so bad, Obi Wan”

“You have no idea how hard it is for me to say no to you right now, Y/N”

“Then, don’t” You pleaded in a whisper. You clenched your legs together to ease the ache that was forming.

A brief moan left his lips as he watched you writhe in desire, “Another night” He said firmly, yet kindly.

“Okay” You nodded, accepting his polite decline. It was so thoughtful of him to not even imagine taking advantage of you, even though you knew he wouldn’t be.

Obi Wan smiled sweetly down at you, “Let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

You nodded again, defeated but honored that he cared so deeply for you. He helped you to remove your shoes as you sat down on the bed.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Obi Wan, I can get undressed by myself.”

“Well, certainly, but I don’t mind helping” He winked back at you. He believed that you were able to make a conscious decision to sleep with him, but he wanted you to be sober, and to not risk you regretting anything with him. You understood, as hard as it was, you really understood.

You tried to remove your top, to just leave your undershirt. It was more comfortable to sleep that way. Your shirt got caught on your necklace, so Obi Wan reached up and assisted to pull the shirt over your head. He cleared his throat uncomfortably as he caught sight of the thin material of your undershirt and how it left little to the imagination. The sensation of his skin against yours sent chills across your body, causing your nipples to peak in response.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away. Obi Wan swallowed hard and whimpered subtly, setting your shirt to the side.

“Do you need help to take off your-” He began nervously, gesturing to the pants you wore. It was possible you could hear his heartbeat over your own.

You nodded and unbuttoned your pants slowly, looking deep into his stare the entire time. He was kneeling in front of the bed at your feet now. Timidly reaching for the waistband of your pants, he cleared his throat again, which seemed to be something he did frequently when he was nervous.

“I need your help” You whispered in a sensual tone. You absolutely did not need his help, but to tease him did not break any rules he had set for the evening.

As he pulled down the material, you shimmied your hips slightly to help him slide them down with ease. His brows pressed together is such a look of desperation upon sight of your skimpy panties.

“Thank you, sir” you chuckled in a teasing tone.

“My pleasure” he purred back as he set your pants to the side with your top.

You were left there in your undershirt and panties, ready to slide yourself under the covers. Obi Wan remained kneeling on the floor, his eyes slowly magnetized to between your exposed thighs. In order to tease him even further, you parted your legs slightly, revealing to him the dampness pooling in your underwear.

“Gods” he moaned and dug his nails into your thighs. He wanted to pounce onto you like he was a starving man and you were his last meal. “I want every inch of you underneath me” he growled lowly.

But he couldn’t do that. Because he swore to you and to himself that it was wrong, he wouldn’t do it.

“But not tonight, right?” You playfully mocked him, knowing he wouldn’t change his mind either way.

As neither of you said another word, he admired the curve of your body and the newly revealed skin he’d never seen before.

“Will you sleep with me, Obi Wan?”

“Y/N, I told you, I can’t d-”

“No. I mean just sleep with me. Next to me” You corrected. To have the company may help with your rampant nightmares.

He looked up at you in a pleasant confusion.

“Of course, Y/N, if that is what you want”.

He removed his shoes and over-shirt, and crawled into bed behind you. It was cramped, but that feeling of him pressed against you was all you needed.

“Goodnight, Obi Wan”

He whispered back, “Goodnight, darling”, and planted a light peck on the back of your head.

IM SORRY I KNOW I PROMISED MORE SMUT and the one bed trope but I wanted more build up so please be on the lookout for part 3!!

UPDATE: PART THREE IS POSTED

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Reminiscence

Part 1

Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Warnings: mention of death, order 66, mutual pining, fluff :’), a lot of dialogue, light smut

A/N: please note! I wrote this right after the premiere so these details may not line up with the show as episodes progress. I am basing details off the trailers and the first two episodes :) SO, of course, spoilers!

Word count: 2.8k

Gif cred: @general-kenobis

The weight of a boulder settled hard into your stomach when you caught sight of something you never anticipated to see again. A bustling crowd blocked your view for seconds at a time. You abandoned your browsing in the market to make your way toward the sight, ensuring that your eyes did not deceive you.

There he stood, that stoic man, his deep golden strands falling comfortably against his cheeks. You immediately noticed some speckles of gray that were coming in nicely. The relentless rays of sun had starting pulling at his once smooth skin. His piercing eyes had not caught yours yet as his hooded disguise limited his range.

Despite the several seconds of doubt, there was no denying it now. It was him. Your Master. The one you were told had died at the hands of his own men, troopers he trusted with his life…Before the galaxy plunged under rule of the empire.

The rambling of noises from the other patrons in the marketplace were suddenly drowned out as his gaze became magnetized to yours. It was as if he felt your presence instantly. The corners of your lips perked slightly, and you offered a subtle nod. There were inquisitors littering this planet, hunting for Jedi. You couldn’t risk that, not now. Not when you’ve just discovered that he still lives.

You spent months mourning your Master, ignoring the rules of attachment and throwing away almost everything he taught you. An awful coping strategy, certainly, but forgetting who you were was the only way to ease the pain.

You pulled back the tears that threatened to pool in your eyes. You wanted to do nothing more than full sprint into his arms and hold him close. Even when you were his Padawan, that would’ve be over the line, but you didn’t care. You loved him.

Obi Wan nodded slightly to the right, quietly communicating to you to follow him. You kept your distance. There were too many people in Mos Eisley to hold a reunion here.

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The suns nearly blistered your skin and sweat soaked your face. After walking for what felt like hours through the relentless heat, you approached a rock structure with a small opening. He stopped abruptly and awaiting the all-clear signal from a stationary droid.

“Y/n” he breathed out with relief as you led you into the cavern. The temperature dropped significantly as you were shielded from the elements. You took a brief notice of your environment and realized this was his home.

“Oh, Obi Wan” you almost sobbed, but swallowed your tears.

Before you could think about your next step, your arms threw themselves around his neck. You expected hesitancy, but he fell into your embrace, wrapping his strong arms around the curve of your back.

“My young Padawan…I thought you were dead” he whispered against the top of your head.

“Everyone said you were gone, Master. They said you were killed by your own men” You choked into a light sob, unable to hold it back any longer. He felt your despair and simultaneous relief and pulled you tighter against him.

“I’m alive. I’m here” Obi Wan consoled you softly.

“I’ve missed you. Stars, I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you right now”

“I feel the same. I thought my eyes had played a trick on me when I saw you.” He chuckled, “or maybe the suns had finally drained my sanity from me”

You both slowly pulled away from one another’s embrace, and you stared deep into his weary eyes.

“My, you’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you”

You blushed. You’d always had a crush on him, but hearing those words set your skin on fire.

“I’m taller now, too” you joke, remembering all the times that Obi Wan poked fun at your height.

“Really? I don’t think so. In fact I think you might be shorter” he teased. You smirked and playfully rolled your eyes. You looked around the room, assuming this to be his home. It was desolate, quiet, but also open to threats.

“Are we safe?” You asked quietly.

“There is no such thing as safe anymore. Not for us. But I don’t have to tell you that”

“No,”

"By new standards of safety, we are fine here"

You nodded.

“Where have you been?” He inquired, still entirely baffled that you found him.

“Travelling. Holding myself over with small jobs. Hoping that no one recognizes me. What about you? Have you been on Tatooine this whole time?”

“Yes, 10 years now”

“Why here?”

“It’s…complicated” His brows furrowed together, a look of pain in his eyes.

“Okay. I won’t pry” You smiled warmly at him, knowing there’s no reason to press into his business after a decade of no contact.

“It wouldn’t have been my first choice for refuge” He admitted regretfully.

“I would imagine not” You said, feeling sorrowful for what he must’ve been through. You know this, because you’ve been through those things, too.

“I can’t believe you’re alive, y/n” he whispered, “I thought I’d lost you and Anakin both. This whole time I-…I thought I’d failed”

“Anakin…he’s…?”

“He’s gone. Lost after the attack on the Temple.”

Your heart sunk deeper with every word. You knew Anakin had to be dead, but hearing the confirmation plunged a blade through your already fragile heart. You two were not incredibly close, but you often trained together and through the years you’d grown quite fond of him.

“Obi Wan, I’m so sor-“

“Don’t. This is not your fault” He firmly assured you.

“You did not fail, Master"

His words, however, certainly failed him in that moment. He needed to hear someone tell him he wasn’t to blame. No one had been able to rest that thought in his mind. Obi Wan struggled to comprehend that you stood before him after all these years. You brought a sense of comfort to him that he never believed he’d feel again.

“Without your teachings and guidance I wouldn’t have made it out alive” you reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He tensed for a moment before allowing your gentle touch to sink into him.

“How did you-….You were at the temple when...?”

It all came back with just the simplest question. You took in a deep breath and shut your eyes tight. You looked around, noticing the only place to sit besides his bed, and pulled the chair closer. Obi Wan joined you in the only other chair he owned.

“I hid. For a long time,” You paused, forcing yourself to relive the traumatic moments, “As time progressed, it got quieter and quieter on the other side of that closet door. Screams were hushed, blasters were put away…it was just me...”, You stared away from him, finding it hard to walk through that night again. “I found a scared youngling and we escaped together. Snuck on a cargo ship and got the hell out. But not without a few too many close calls” You stopped again, fighting back the years that crept up. “The youngling, though, I….I lost him. Turned away for a second…he was gone when I looked back”

“What was his name? Did you know him?”

“No...I did not know him. He was too scared to tell me his name. We couldn’t communicate very well anyways. He was very young” You trailed off, looking down to your fidgeting hands resting atop your lap.

“I’m sorry”

“He looked like Master Yoda” You smiled in reminiscence, but sorrow hid beneath your expression, “But I don’t think they were related”

“Grogu” Obi Wan made a sudden realization. He must’ve remembered the little guy.

“Is that his name?” You asked, unsure if this was a name or a place that Obi Wan had identified.

“Yes. It had to be him. He was the only other one of Yoda’s species that I’d seen in the Temple before” Obi Wan said, stroking his beard as stared off into his own thoughts.

You sulked noticeably as you felt responsible for his probable death.

“I’m sure he’s alright, Y/N”

You knew that couldn’t be true, but for the sake of changing the subject away from your horrific experience, you nodded in agreement.

“What brings you here to Tatooine?” He asked after a bit of empty silence.

“I'm a roamer, I take any transport I can hop onto. Just happened to end up here.”

“I see”

“I haven’t been back to Coruscant,” You began, “I don’t know if I can ever go back”

“You shouldn’t. That place is lost”

“It hurts, Master Kenobi” You sighed, unable to avoid the only topic of conversation that seemed necessary for such an unexpected reunion. The pain of reminiscence was the price you had to pay.

“Please” He said, stopping you in your tracks, a painful look struck his features, “Obi Wan is fine. The days of the Jedi are done"

His tone took an unexpected turn. You were taken aback, offended by his dismissal of the Jedi. He called you his Padawan, what changed his perspective so suddenly? You, too, had lost your sense of pride in that identity, but hearing your mentor utter such denial was gut wrenching.

"How can you say that?" You scoffed at him.

"Is it not the truth, Y/N?" He spat back. The rush of emotions you both felt in this moment were pushing you both to the edge. All the loss and grief was catching up to you both in a single conversation.

Your mouth fell open, but you found yourself speechless. He was right. You looked back down at your lap, not knowing what else to say. He seemed to calm suddenly as he took a deep breath.

"I’m sorry. You look well" He mentioned, breaking the tension.

"Thank you. You do as well" You smiled innocently back at him.

He giggled, knowing that to be only a formality. He did look...different. But by no means did he look bad. Still as handsome as ever, just a little rougher around the edges. Ten years and constant fear of incarceration and death will do that to a man. Not to mention the damage that Tatooine's environment could inflict on a human.

"So, do you travel alone, darling?"

Your cheeks were undoubtedly a fiery red. He'd never called you 'darling' before.

"Um...yeah, for the most part"

He tilted his head in curiosity.

"I trust that you are always safe"

"Of course I am. Learned from the best" You kindly teased.

"I taught you many things, but I don't believe I ever got around to teaching you how to avoid imperial inquisitors. You must be on high alert from now on. They are everywhere"

"Oh, I know. I had a close call recently. Let's just say I am glad that I was a woman, and the inquisitor happened to be a man...who enjoyed the company of women"

He snapped his attention to you in shock. He was wise enough to read between the lines and know what you meant. You figured if you had the body to persuade an imperial inquisitor to let you go free, why not use it to your advantage? Obi Wan tried to cover up his jealously, but you noticed it immediately.

"Not very Jedi of me, is it?" You winced, afraid of the judgment to follow.

"Certainly not. Gods, you are going to get yourself killed" He angrily snapped, his protectiveness overpowering his attempt to sound firm.

"Possibly" You pondered.

"I mean it, Y/N. Keep yourself safe. Alive" He emphasized.

"For you, I will"

"Good. I can't lose you, too" He whispered mostly to himself, “or…again”

"Forgive me if this is too forward, but I feel as though I have a lot more to live for now that I know you're alive"

He smiled and refused to tear his gaze away from you. You felt a familiar tension arise that often made itself known when you found yourself alone with Obi Wan. It was a burning tension that warmed you from the inside out.

"Truly, I have missed your sweet face, dear Y/N" He confessed.

His calloused fingers trailed to your lowered chin, and he gently lifted your face up to him. You remained there, lost in the blues of his eyes, wondering if his heart was beating as fast as yours was. You swallowed hard, wishing that you were still in touch with the force so you could communicate silently to him, kiss me.

However, the two of you did not need the force to sense what you both so desperately desired from one another.

Your mouths fused together on impact, your mutual hunger intertwining your lips with such a wonderful passion. A fluttering tingle radiated throughout your entire body as he placed his hands against the sides of your face, pulling you deep into his kiss.

You'd imagined this moment since he first took you on as a Padawan when you turned 18. However you never imagined this interaction would occur under these extenuating circumstances.

His lips twisted with yours harder now, his hunger for you grew deeper within, and he did not know how to stop himself from devouring you right then and there. Obi Wan brought a hand to the curve of your waist and pulled you forward out of your seat. With a leg on either side of his spread lap, you straddled him, satisfied with him taking the lead so you didn't have to.

There was no denying how bad he wanted you, especially after feeling the hardness pressing against where you ached so desperately for his attention. You moaned into his mouth, and his arms gripped you tighter in response.

Your hands explored his unruly hair before moving your fingertips down the veins in his neck. You then rolled your hips against the bulge that was restless beneath you. He groaned so rough, you thought you might melt immediately.

For years you wanted this feeling... the sensation of his hands roaming the surface of your skin, his need for you being ever-so-evident. The overwhelming feeling crashed over you, sending your mind into a euphoric frenzy. The restraint you held as you made the decision to pull away was a challenge.

You smiled down at him, your lips only inches away from his, hovering there without another word spoken. How long had he wanted to do that, too? You both needed not to say a word about it now. It happened, and you'd never dream of wanting to take it back.

His fingertips traced through your hair before falling down your back, leaving chills in their path.

“I’ve waited 10 years to do that” Obi Wan breathlessly admitted to you.

“Me too” You responded while your racing heart refused to slow.

There were more moments of silence, but there was not a single second left empty.

"I won't overstay my welcome, Obi Wan" You broke the silence, your words barely grazing a whisper.

"I'd prefer if you did" He responded, his eyelids fluttering in disbelief that you were finally in his arms.

"What?"

"Stay with me, please" Obi Wan pleaded.

You were stunned and unable to respond. Did he really want you to stay? Were you both so lonely that this seemed like a good idea even if it wasn't? Truly in that moment, you did not care, you just wanted to be near him and never be separated again. You’d just injected the worlds most addictive drug, and there was no turning back now.

"I don't have much space and Tatooine can be absolutely brutal. But I can't let you walk away. Not yet. Please" He continued, not allowing his plea to go unanswered.

"Okay, yeah, of course. Thank you” You accepted, overwhelmed with gratitude. “Truthfully, I wasn't sure where I was going to sleep tonight"

"I don't have much of a bed but you can sleep there. I will be okay on the floor" He smiled up at you as you continued running your fingers through his hair.

"This is your home, Obi Wan. Please, don't go out of your way to accommodate me. Besides, I have slept in worse places than a sandy floor" You giggled.

"That confession is also concerning to me. But, no matter, you'll take the bed."

"Obi Wa-" You objected.

"I insist, really."

"Okay. Thank you"

You stood to your feet and noticed he was still obviously turned on but you looked away to prevent causing him any embarrassment. This sight alone turned you on, but now was not the time. He nervously cleared his throat and adjusted his hips to hide his arousal.

"Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, please, that sounds lovely" you graciously accepted your role as his guest, settling back into your chair as he walked to his small cupboard to prepare your drinks.

This was something you could certainly get used to, toughing it out in the outskirts of Mos Eisley, spending your every second with your mentor, but that was a fairy tale you could not entertain right now.

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I kinda want to make this a series?!

UPDATE: part two is up!

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Yessssssssss!

I don’t want to hear “Oh I’m sorry you had a bad day, here are some flowers”

I want to hear “Oh I’m sorry you had a bad day, here’s a new x reader fic with your comfort character”

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Okay so……. I just discovered that Ewan Mcgregor has sex scenes in other movies and they don’t hide shit 🥵 Full pecker and everything omg 🥴 I want him to hold me like that 🫠

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ATTENTION WRITERS!!!

Please let me know if you will write a story, have written a story, or knows of a story with similar qualities that are like this.

I am in dire need of a REALLY GOOD Obi-Wan Kenobi fluff one shot where Obi-Wan finally, somehow, yet in a cute way, shows/tells you that he loves you after keeping his feelings hidden for a long time because of the Jedi code. I need kisses and cuddles and maybe even falling asleep in his arms.🥰

PLEASE! I NEEEEEDDD IITTTTT! 😩😩😩

I just wanna hold him, feel his soothing aura, fall asleep to the sound and feel of his heartbeat, breathe in the smell of him, and feel his arms around me in a warm embrace.

(Also I find myself more attracted to the 2022 Obi-Wan than the 2005 Obi-Wan. I donno what it is about older men 🥴)

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True 😂

(P.s ……..why do they both have to be so damn beautiful 🫠)

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Our Little Kenobi

Request from @starvingbrokestudent Can you do a super sweet pregnancy fic with Obi Wan? Like the reader finds out she’s pregnant after fertility issues and Obi Wan is just so excited?! And how they try to keep it a secret from the council and eventually she has a baby boy?

This will be a mini series like you asked 😁

Rushing to the bathroom I didn't even get the chance to remove my lightsaber and my robe from my body because the sickness was coming on so quickly. Holding onto the toilet I puked what I had ate in my stomach feeling out of breath afterwards. This wasn’t the first time this had happened and it was the third time I had gotten sick. Wiping my hand across my mouth I gagged on the taste leaving the bathroom once I had finished. Finding my communicator out of my robe pocket I thought of the first person I could call who wouldn’t ask too many questions. “Padme, can you come to my room please?”

“Of course. Do you need anything specific?” She asked me appearing as a blue hologram.

Running my fingers through my hair with my freehand I whispered under my breath almost like somebody else was listening on the other side of the door. “Could you uh…could you bring me a pregnancy test. I can’t have the medical droids look I into this. They can’t keep a secret if there is something going on.”

“Sure, I’ll be right over.” She hung up the call making me more nervous just waiting for her to come over.

Pacing back and forth across the floor frantically trying to calm my nerves but it wasn’t working. This couldn't be happening to me. I was a Jedi knight and a leader of one of the clone armies. There was a war going on all on top of it. I heard three knocks on the door before I opened the door quickly. “Come in, Padme.”

“Here it is. Why exactly did you need one?” She asked and I knew that she would after she told me about her and Anakin sneaking around.

Taking it from her hands I went into the bathroom quickly doing the test since the waiting was killing me. Sitting on the toilet I just stared at the test in my hands thinking that my life was now screwed. “Padme, I'm going to be forced out of the order.” I croaked through tears feeling her presence in the doorway of the bathroom just watching me.

“I thought Jedi were encouraged to love. That's what Anakin told me.” She responded.

Lifting my head up I felt tears building up. “But you're sneaking around aren't you. It's exactly what me and Obi-Wan are doing…stars he's going to be upset over this.”

“Maybe he will want the baby.’ She tried being hopeful. “Wait a second I should be asking do you want it first?”

Dropping my gaze to the ground floor silence filled the entire room at that point. I didn't know how to answer her question. Being a member of the Jedi order meant that things like love, marriage, and children were out the window. Gripping my hair in my fingers I screamed dropping the pregnancy test on the floor at my feet. “I don't think I can do this, Padme. I can't…I'm not prepared to be a mother. I barely even remember my own parents after the council found me. And then there's Obi Wan…he…I have no clue what he will feel.”

“Have you ever talked about the possibility of having kids with him if you weren’t Jedi knights?” Padme came into the bathroom and sat down beside me on the floor.

Burying my face into my knees I croaked. “We took an oath, Padme. No marriage, no children, no possibilities of going to the Dark Side.”

“I’m sorry Y/n. But I am here for you and whatever you decide to do.” She placed a hand on my shoulder and we both just sat in silence with me thinking back to that night between Obi wan and I.

Opening the door, he walked towards the bed and dropped me down to the bed. My back hit the soft silk sheets before I rose up from the bed staring at him softly and brought a hand to his cheek stroking it softly. He leaned into my touch and brought my fingers to his lips, kissing them softly for a moment before releasing them. Standing tall, he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. My heart began to beat for a second as I stared at him, my eyes directed down to his muscular chest, and blushed at the sight.

I averted my eyes with my hands covering them quickly and tried to contain my blush, he looked up at me and smirked at my reaction. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Y/n. You can look if you want to.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do…have you ever done this before.” I pointed out to him where I peeked through my fingers for a split second.

My hands started to trace his form, I began to run his fingers up and down his muscular chest softly while I began to feel his hand start to crawl underneath my shirt. He yanked my shirt off my head, throwing it to the ground only once breaking the kiss until I was not able to not joke with him at least once. “Woah….you look just wow.”

He glanced down at my clothed beasts staring at them deeply before reaching behind my back and began to unclip the straps off and tear it off me in a split second. I gasped at him instantly reaching a hand to cover my breast, he let out a growl at them pushing my hands away. “ Don’t hide from me, my darling. You are perfect.”

He hovered over me and brought his lips down upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and embraced more into the kiss. I felt a hard rock positioned at my lower religion, he placed his member at my center and looked up at me. “My love, this may hurt for a few minutes, I promise I'll go slowly. We can do this together, the both of us. Since….I haven’t done this before either. Are you sure you want this, I'll stop if you're not ready.”

“I want you. I want you, Obi.“ I said, gripping the bed sheets in my fingers, never moving my gaze from his. “ Please just go gently.”

Obi wan nodded his head slowly brushing some hair out of my face just admiring my face in the small light that was provided by the bedside lamp. “I want you just as much as you want me.”

Within moments I felt the pain suddenly vanish and began to feel pleasure. I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraced me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back. And that was the most enjoyable night of our lives.

I decided after a few days later to finally tell him what was happening. He deserved to know the situation so that we could figure out what to do next together. Standing out of his door I sucked in a shaky breath raising my fist and knocking three times on his door where it opened slowly for him to greet me. “Y/n, what can I do for you?”

“We need to talk…alone. If you have some time before our council meeting.” I almost whispered under my breath before he allowed me to come inside.

He shut the door behind himself, raising a brow. “What is going on, darling?”

“Did you remember the night we shared together? Well something I thought wouldn’t happen ended up actually happening.” Fiddling with my fingers in front of me I lowered my gaze to the ground trying to not show how terrified I was.

Obi wan was a much sharper Jedi then I thought I was though when he takes a few steps towards me. “Y/n, if something is making you nervous you can tell me. You know that right. So what is bothering you?”

“Obi, please don’t be upset. I already don’t know what I am going to do with the result. I can’t handle it if you rat me out and abandon me.” I lifted my head showing him my face was turning red with heavy tears coming down my cheeks.

Obi touched my shoulders, shifting his blue orbs down to my eyes. “Darling, please tell me what is wrong. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“I….I’m pregnant.” I croaked out lowering my head into his chest sobbing. “I’m pregnant with your child.”

The Jedi master froze for a moment so unsure of what to say. He was in the same position as yourself. He knew that the council wouldn’t allow you to remain in the temple. Yet he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist holding me gently letting silence fill the room until he finally separated the hug. “I’m not going to leave you, Y/n.”

“Wait what…are you being serious?” I sniffed clinging onto the fabric of his brown cloak for strength and his arms were still around my waist holding me close to his embrace.

He moved one hand to cradle the side of my face feeling me lean into his palm when he replied longingly. “I said I won’t leave you because you're pregnant. I know the risks that it means for us. But I’d be the biggest idiot if I left you over something we both consented too.”

“You have no idea how much of a relief that is to hear you say that, Obi wan.” I chuckled through tears with such relief off my shoulders as I fling my arms around his neck hugging him tightly but gently.

He tightened his grip around my waist, burying his face into my loose hair. His heart skipped a beat at the realization that he would be a father, he was terrified since he didn’t remember his own much. Yet there was more joy in his mind than fear. “I have been considering this for a long time. I guess you finally gave me the courage to do so…”

“What are you talking about…omg.” I gasped covering my mouth watching him lower himself down on one knee directly before me.

He revealed a tiny black box from inside his brown robe, opening it showing me a simple silver ring that had three jewels in the middle of it. His bright blue eyes poured up into mine. “Y/n, I love you. I know that we are told not to get attached to one another but I couldn’t help it. You are everything that I never knew I wanted until we started spending time together. This baby doesn’t want me to run away from all of that. It makes me want to stay by your side even more. So will you marry me?”

“Oh Obi Wan….yes.” I giggled letting him slide the ring on my finger getting to his feet. He cupped my face in his hands kissing me for the first time in a few days. I leaned up on my toes kissing him back.

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Omfg! Ahhh! 🥰🫠😍

Could I request something with a shy! Reader who has a huge crush on Anakin. And every time they see him, they just—run away. Lol.

This drives Anakin up the fucking wall, because he just wants to talk to them and see their sweet face and hear their beautiful voice. He thought their little crush was cute/funny at first, but as time went on, he actually fell harder. 😌💕

Eventually, he corners them and seduces them into looking at him. Like—cups their jaw with his leather glove and presses his thumb against their throat to force their neck back to look at him. 🥵 And then he just DEVOURS them.

I love your writing sm, by the way. 💕

A.N: I loooooved this request. i could write about this for HOURS. lmk if you want more, sweet anon 💖

CW: fluff, lots of fluff, solely fluff, kissing and requited pining with a dash of fluff, gn reader

WC: 1.5k

♡ Let’s be real. Anakin would certainly know you have a crush on him from the moment it forms.

♡ As the ‘Brotherhood’ book insists, Anakin is better at reading peoples emotions through the force than anyone else. So of course he’d be able to pick up on the way your nerves spike whenever he’s near, the rush of elation coming from you when he walks in the room, the stutter of your heart when you lock eyes and he offers a polite nod in greeting.

♡ He can feel how you stare at him from across the room when you think he’s not looking. Can see the goosebumps on your skin when he ‘accidentally’ brushes you. He can tell when you’re even thinking about him just from the way your heartbreak quickens and you begin to fidget with your hands.

♡ He knows everything about what you’re trying to hide from him.

♡ But you have no idea that he returns those feelings.

♡ It only makes your crush on him that much more frustrating. Because he wishes he could just sit you down someplace and talk to you for hours— stare into your eyes and study the way your face moves when you smile, and frown, and laugh, and cry. He wants to know every inch of you, to study all your flaws and perfections, to know everything about you.

♡ More than anything, he wants to just have you already, raw and real and unapologetically you.

♡ But you’re always making excuses to leave him early whenever you’re left alone. Always turn away when you catch him staring. You’re always crossing your arms or pulling your jacket tighter when he’s near, or hiding behind Obi-Wan, or cutting yourself short when you speak. And if he tries to flirt with you, you clam up and practically disappear in a puff of smoke.

♡ One time, he’s almost certain he made you cry. All he said was that you looked pretty, and tapped the bottom of your chin with his finger. That’s it. But your eyes got all wet and your lip started to wobble, and you quickly turned away, muttering some excuse about being late for an appointment.

♡ most infuriatingly, you’ve only been able to make eye contact with him a handful of times; much less hold it. Your pretty eyes turn wide with embarrassment, your nerves go haywire, and you rip your beautiful gaze away far too quickly for his liking.

♡ And force forbid you have to speak to him. Always staring over his shoulder when he talks to you, or at his chest, or his shoes, or your shoes.

♡ If you manage to get a few sentences out without stumbling over your words or cutting yourself short, he is so proud.

♡ If you’d only just look at him, you would see that.

♡ Though you can never seem to form a complete sentence around Anakin, to Ashoka you can’t seem to shut up.

♡ “Kriff, alright! I get it! Enough about my ‘hot master’!”

♡ In all honesty, you think Anakin merely tolerates you. You’re friends, and you work together, so you think he’s obligated to be nice to you.

♡ the only way you can come out of your shell around him at all is when he makes it glaringly, sickeningly obvious that he’s head over heels about you, too.

♡ Sweet smiles, soft touches, and gentle words of praise and adoration. Constant endearment and doting. It’s endless coming from him, earning constant eye-rolls from Ahsoka.

♡ he always lowers his voice so it’s in that soft, raspy register with you. He doesn’t even notice it, but you do. It’s like he’s reserved all of his gentleness just for you.

♡ most days, he has to call your attention to him, otherwise you won’t dare trouble him. For example, you’re hurrying past him in the starfighter bay, heart jumping into your throat as soon as you recognize that curly head of golden hair, when;

“Hey— you just gonna walk right past me?”

You skid to a stop and turn back around, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry… thought you were busy. Didn’t wanna bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me. You never bother me.”

“Oh…” you laugh nervously, clasping your hands in front of you. His attention pins you to the spot, forcing your gaze to your shoes as you awkwardly rock back on your heels. “So, did you… did you need something?”

“Yes, actually,” he gestures with his head behind him, toward his ship. “Come with me?”

Your gut swirls in anticipation for what Anakin could possibly need to be alone with you for. You’re no genius when it comes to spaceships; you can only hope that whatever it is, you don’t make a fool of yourself in front of him.

Anakin leads you inside to the control room, and then abruptly stops. He turns to you with his arms crossed, intense stare piercing into your face, and comes right out with it:

“Why won’t you ever look at me?”

Immediately, your face grows warm. He gives you no time to even wrap your brain around the question before adding;

“You’re not scared of me, are you?”

As if to prove him wrong, you flick your eyes up to his face, and then quickly away. “I do look at you.”

“That hardly counts,” He scoffs.

It’s worse. He’s making it so much worse. The small space, the forced proximity, the confrontation— your heart is going haywire in your chest, skin breaking out in a nervous sweat. Your mind goes absolutely blank.

“Am I that hard to look at?” His tone is light, teasing, but there’s a hint of seriousness behind it.

“No— no, you’re not hard to look at, at all,” you quickly assure. And because your brain has melted, you add, quieter, “that’s sort of the problem.”

He’s silent for a long moment. And when you sneak another glance at him, you see a grin slowly crawling onto his face.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“You think I’m handsome, hm?”

“Just a little,” you mutter, arms crossed defensively. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

“No?”

“No.”

You search for the exit, thinking it’s about time you get out of this situation before you quite literally pass out. With every word, Anakin leans closer to you, and your pulse has quickened to the point of dizziness.

“I think you like me,” Anakin’s voice has dropped to a near-whisper, rasping as he leans down close to your face. You’ve shrunk back as far as you can go, almost hitting your head on the control panel above.

You turn your head away, trying to escape him, only to find his arm already braced against the wall by your head, trapping you in.

“Anakin—“

There are so many thoughts flying through your head. This can’t happen— he’s a Jedi— you want him— you can’t breathe— is he getting closer?

“Look at me,” he demands. And it’s like he’s the pied piper: His voice controls you.

Blue.

“There you go,” the corner of his lips tilt up. “Not so hard now, is it?”

“It is hard,” you whisper, eyes welling with overwhelmed tears. “You make me nervous.”

He can feel your fragile will shatter, bringing his other hand to cup your jaw, keeping your head tilted up with leather fingers. Even if you look away, you have no choice but to face him.

“Well, I’m proud of you.” His voice is incredibly soft. It’s not mocking or teasing or anything.

He’s proud of you. Anakin Skywalker is proud of you.

That knowledge coaxes you back to him, slowly, and you see true adoration shining in those glittery, softened eyes. Your shoulders finally relax, shaky breath filling your lungs.

“Please don’t make fun of me,” you beg, giving up on hiding what you truly feel for him. He’s forced it all to light now, anyways. “I know you can’t feel the same. And I’ll keep it to myself. I don’t want to trouble you—“

“Hey, hey,” he cuts you off, hushing softly. “What did I say? You’re never troubling me,” his gaze shifts between both of your eyes, as if unable to decide which to look at. “And who says I can’t feel the same? Who says I can’t feel more?”

Your attention accidentally shifts down to his mouth, and your mind goes absolutely blank again.

“W-what?”

Pretty, plump lips curl into a smile. Mischievous, this time. Knowing.

“What’re thinking about, hm? Tell me, please. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

His face draws impossibly nearer, you almost go cross-eyed trying to keep looking at him. His breath tickles your lips, and you instinctively squeeze your eyes shut.

“Show me what you’re thinking,” he urges. And with a surge of confidence, fueled by the desire to just take what you’ve wanted for so long now, you lift your chin and close the last remaining centimeters between you.

“Mmm,” he immediately hums, appreciating your eagerness. He smiles against your lips, and it lights your body on fire.

You are kissing Anakin Skywalker.

His lips are just as soft as they look.

You finally know what Anakin tastes like.

These three thoughts are all you can grasp until you pull away too soon, stomach somersaulting from the soft sound your lips make as they break apart. Only he hasn’t had enough. Using the hand on your jaw to keep you still, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss, tilting his head to taste you deeper, harder— he lets his tongue swipe your bottom lip, coaxing you open, wanting to know if you taste this good everywhere— only the feeling of his hot tongue on your lip fills your face with unbearable heat, and you pull away from him with a gasp.

“Anakin—“ you whine, bringing your hands up over his to cover your face.

He’s laughing now, ducking his head so that his bangs cover his eyes. If the lighting wasn’t so dim, you could have sworn there was color blooming on his cheeks.

“What? Too much?”

Again, you’re left speechless.

But you’re not stupid. Of all the words he’d just spoken to you, all of the gentle touches and longing looks in the past, of how he’d just kissed you—

“There’s no need to be so shy around me, sweetheart,” he tries to amend. “I adore you. Everything about you,” he shakes his head. “I always have.”

He couldn’t make it more clear. A tiny, hopeful smile eases its way onto your face, but you bashfully push at his chest. “Okay,” you huff. “Just— just let me breathe for a minute, okay?”

He laughs again, but leans back and returns his arms to his sides so you can gulp in a deep breath. Your face is so hot, and your lips are tingling from his phantom touch. And he’s still just staring at you, unblinking.

“Stop looking at me,” you mumble, and he responds by affectionately squeezing your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, stealing a quick kiss on your pouted lips before you can complain.

“Never.”

[gamergoddess003]

Omg the Kylo one 🥰

STAR WARS MEN AND FALLING ASLEEP ON THEM

I am just a sleepy girl who wants to lay down with my husbands.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

You had both had a long day. Anakin sat on the couch while you laid your head in his lap facing away from him. He ran his hands through your hair as he spoke softly telling you about the day he had. At first you had responded in full sentences, then mostly just hums of agreement until you stopped responding completely. "Darling?" He leaned forward a little bit to get a look at your face. He tilted you towards him to see your eyes closed. He smiled at the sight of your sleeping form. He didn't want to move in case he woke you but he couldn't help but want you closer. Anakin carefully scooped you up and cradled you against his chest. You stirred slightly but he cooed at you hoping he hadn't woken you up. He couldn't help but close his eyes as he held you, feeling a kind of peace he only felt with you.

OBI WAN KENOBI

You and Obi Wan sat in one of the back corners of the Jedi library. While you were both supposed to be researching, you both ended up moving slowly closer to each other on the couch. You sat shoulder to shoulder pretending to read but mostly focusing on the way your bodies touch. Slowly you rested your head on his shoulder, he went stiff beneath you but relaxed. You got a little too relaxed and closed your eyes, falling asleep. The data pad you were holding slipped from your grasp. When you didn't stir Obi Wan angled his head to look to you. His hands felt clammy at your predicament. He was obviously not open about his feelings but he did not want to give up this small moment with you. Carefully he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, making sure to keep your head rested on his and played with your hair as you continued to rest. He would come up with as many excuses as he could to savour the moment.

KYLO REN

Kylo sat at his desk as you came into the room. He did not look up as you came towards him and squeezed between him and his desk to sit in his lap. He chuckled softly as he adjusted your position to sit comfortably in his lap. You wrapped your legs around him and laid your head on his shoulder. He ran a hand up and down your back as he continued his work. Eventually he sighed, tired of work, "My star, are you tired?" With your lack of response he leaned back to see your eyes closed. He smiled softly as you slept wrapped around him. Kylo wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on yours, taking in your scent and the feeling of you. He rarely allowed himself such moments of affection but for right now he would indulge selfishly.

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