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zeewritez · 2 years

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What Our Fotune Holds

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Fandom: Star Wars

Era: Post Clone Wars (Set during Kenobi Series)

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x GN! Reader

Summary: Y/n, a former Jedi youngling, is gifted with a unique ability to tell the future in detail. When they are asked by a fellow survivor of the purge, Nari, to help him find Master Kenobi, they are skeptical but decide to share their vision with him.

Warnings: Mentions of a corpse, alluding to violence

Cool winds whipped through the air. The weather, scorching by day, was always brisk once the suns had set. The dry air of Tatooine didn’t retain much heat. I pulled my cloak shut as I continued walking through the back allies of town.

Once I heard the tell-tale drunken laughter of the cantina, I knew I was there. I knocked thrice on the back door like I was told to. There was some shuffeling and soon enough the owner opened the door to let me in.

“You’re the person Nari spoke of?” he asked as I entered.

“I am,” I replied.

“Why don’t you show your face?” he said with a soft smile. “You’re safe here.”

“You can’t unsee me once I show myself,” I told him.

He nodded and gestured for me to follow him. He took me through a narrow corridor. At the end of it was an attic door, which he pulled down to open.

“They’re here,” he called up then looked back at me. “Go ahead.”

I gave him a quiet thank you as I climbed up the shaky ladder. It squeaked with every step I made.

The attic was sparse. There was a mattress, a rug, and a light saber scattered along the floor. The only source of light was some small candles in the corner. Nari sat cross-legged in the center of the room, his eyes trained on me as I entered.

“So you came this time?” he asked. If his tone hadn’t sounded so hopeful I would’ve taken it as snark.

“Yes,” I told him. “The road was clear tonight.”

”I see,” he said. “Please,” - he gestured to a cushion in front of him - “have a seat.”

I did, mirroring him by crossing my legs.

“What is it you wish to know?” I asked, removing the scarf that covered my face. I had come to trust him enough to show myself while using my abilities. “The future of a friend? Where an old lover resides? How you will die?”

He shook his head. “I need to know where I can find Master Kenobi.”

I sharply inhaled when I heard that name. I’d never met him personally, but I heard many tales of him through whispered rumors of the Jedi temple. Even in my near isolation, stories found their way through the walls. I’d even caught glances of him through cracked doors and flowing curtains.

Why? I wondered. Why would he possibly need to find him? The man that raised Darth Vader? I thought, but I didn’t ask. I never asked too many questions when telling someone of the future. It was really none of my business.

“Okay,” I agreed and closed my eyes.

I reached out into the force and called for his name. In the dead of night, I saw him, dressed in tattered robes, making his way through the desert, towards a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. I knew that house, I’d been there. I opened my eyes once again.

“He’s going to be at the Skywalker’s house later tonight. A few hours from now. It’s a small moisture farm northeast from here,” I told him. “You should leave soon if you want to make it.”

I wouldn’t see Nari again until the next day when his corpse hung in the center of town. He had been found by inquisitors and made an example of. Years ago, still a strict follower of the Jedi code, I would not have let it phase me. Yet I no longer followed those rules and was left shocked and horrified by the sight.

I knew better than to let anyone see my reaction, however, and marched forward through the street. I came out for fruits, and I wouldn’t leave until got some. My Loth-Cat and I had both been peckish that afternoon, and Lu-Lu wasn’t so cute when she was hungry. I made my way to my favorite fruit stand as though Nari’s corpse wasn’t hanging over me as an omen.

Focused on not making myself seem suspicious, I must’ve been blind to the people around me. I walked straight into a passerby.

“Oh, my apologies, sir,” I spoke, lifting my head just enough to make eye contact with him.

“All good,” he said with a smile.

That accent - he was from Coruscant. His face -- it was the one I’d seen glimpses of years ago as a child. His force signature - a Jedi.

It was Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Author’s Note: Hey, y’all, I’m back! I watched the first two episodes of Obi-Wan Kenobi yesterday, and I just had to write a story about it. I don’t usually write stories that go along with episodes, but I might for this one.

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themothergoodwitch · 2 years

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Kylo Ren x Rey

Ben x Rey

Solo x Palpatine

Word Count: 4081

Warnings: Death, injury, ghost, fluff, sadness, begging, forcing,

Summary: "Please, put me down. It's just a sprained ankle."

We meet Rey, momentarily after Ben succumbed to the force. But wait, how is he helping her off of the planet? And, honestly, we all know how Rey and her wildly independent personality would feel about being helped...

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There was nothing but silence and the crunch of gravel that came from the footsteps of the man leading us both quickly to any operating ship.

“Please, put me down…” I begged.

“Mn-mmn.” He shook his head. I felt it as hair brushed against my ribs.

“I can walk, Ben.” I pleaded while hanging off the back of the shoulder Ben Solo had draped me over, while we tromped across the flat plains of Exegol.

“I’m aware.” He stated, low and evenly. I could tell by his tone that wasn’t where this was ending. “But considering you and I just played a very risky game of life force exchange… I’m not gambling with the gods, anymore. I just want off of this kriffing planet while we still have the strength.”

His hand, which had been wrapped around my hamstrings and holding down my thighs, pulled back and rested against my hip bone to steady me on his shoulder. The tingle of his fingertips against the bit of exposed skin on my side seeped all the way into my spine and I sighed. Deeply.

Moments ago, Ben Solo had used all of his own life force reserve to bring me back from death, to then… be pulled into the world between worlds himself when his body reacted to the lack of resources to pull from.

I remember watching the life fade from his eyes when his soft and kind gaze turned from human to hollow. The panic in the grip of our hands together when he began to slip. Pain in my lungs as it felt like I was being ripped in half.

We had just, finally, been able to reach the point we had been fighting for the past year. Since the moment we met, that feeling we felt. It finally all made sense, we made it. The dyad that we were, the belonging we both felt within each other, came to a notable peak with the kiss that had molded us back together and into a whole again. Only, he collapsed against the stone in front of me, life ripped from his body, from mine.

I watched his skin fade into thin air below me. Sitting in the stone room, surrounded, again, by the nothing that had haunted me and become my very existence for so long. I had just experienced the most amazing thing I never dreamed I would. The love and support which had momentarily flooded my entire being, overflowing me with the force of all the Jedi before me, helping me bring down Palpatine, and now, I was alone again. But not just alone, back to the half I had always felt before I had found the one who made me complete.

I sat back, pulling the black shirt of Ben solo with me and onto my lap. Folding myself into a meditative position, I closed my eyes and gripped the shirt while imploring anyone to guide him back to me, to guide me to save him. His grandfather who had helped him with his inner and torturous light and dark side battle. His mother, who we felt slip away together on the wet planet of Kef Bir, as I had seared him through, with his own saber, before I had healed him, experiencing his grief simultaneously.

“Be with me,” I whispered through the galaxy, searching for his signature. “Ben… come back to me.” I practically whined. Trying to calm myself with deep breaths and willingness. “We’re not done, Solo...”

The silence was deafening. I could hear the blood traveling through my body. Deep, slow, calming breaths. “Leia.” I tried. “I know what you did. Using the last of your strength to get a message to Ben when you knew he needed it the most.” The pause and the feeling of losing his mother gave Kylo Ren the push that he needed to see what he really needed to do. “Mothers always seem to know.” I swallowed the painful lump within my throat, as I didn’t know if it was true but I had heard it uttered between the older scavengers on Jakku. “Well… I need you to do me one last favor.” Wishing with every fiber of my being, sitting as still as possible, barely moving to even breathe, “Please…” down to my last hope. When…

“Rey.”

The sound came from in front of me, gentle and comforting. I opened my eyes. Tears welled in them when I saw her standing in front of me. Jumping to my feet in a hurry I wrapped my hands within the shirt of Bens and cleared my throat. “Kriff, I can’t believe that worked.” I exhaled.

Leia’s face in front of me contorted in only the way hers would at such a remark. “You’re more powerful than you know, young lady.”

The smallest smile humbled my lips and I went to speak, to ask her for help.

“No need.” She raised her hand between us. “I know.”

Her hand reached out and touched the black shirt, I was shocked to feel the weight of her touch on the pile of fabric between our skin, even though I knew she was only a force ghost in front of me. “General…” I started.

The smile that worked from the corners of her mouth all the way to her eyes gave me a warmth like that of a summer breeze around my torso, causing me to stop. “Sweet Rey… you brought my son back.”

Knowing exactly what she meant by that I started to shake my head slowly. “No… he found his own way.” I know I didn’t do much in the way of guiding him, as I knew close to nothing of what had been going on in the last year myself.

A laugh came from the throat of the woman in front of me. “Yes, he did.” She nodded and looked me straight in the eyes. “To you.”

There was a pull of my brow that caused a raise in hers. I slowly took a breath in to fill my lungs, which was let out just as slowly while I pulled his black shirt close to my chest. “I knew there was light in him. So much more than he wanted to admit. The anger he tried to hold on to never could have smothered it.” Wrapping my arms around myself I attempted to soothe myself when having to think of him finally giving into the light, only to have it snuffed out. I felt the pressure of tears pushing behind my eyes, again.

“That strength that I felt in you, Rey. It wasn’t just to bring down Palpatine. It wasn’t only from your lineage. And it doesn’t just relate to your connection with Ben.” Her words were enough to pull me from my thoughts.

“What do you mean?” My fingers gripped my elbow tightly.

“You possess powers that until recently many had only tried and failed at, young apprentice.” The last words were a slight nod in her humor as Leia had in fact trained her, but hadn’t been much more than a guide.

I bit at my lower lip dropping one of my arms to my side. “I just, see stuff, hear ideas, try things… I’m not even sure if some of the stuff is possible.” Shrugging a shoulder. “Until after I do it.” I looked down at the ground and grimaced at the thought of how many things I must have looked like a fool at trying.

Leia hummed. “You sound just like my Han.” Pursing her lips at me, which I caught when I glanced back up at her. “Which is probably why you’ve done so well. He never thought twice about something. Well, to be honest, he sometimes didn’t even think it through the first time.” Winking at me which made me smile. “Sometimes that blind leap of faith is just the recipe for success in the world of risk versus reward, considering the dangerous lives we lead.”

Nodding at me, visually trying to convince me that she was right. The thing was… I was pretty sure she knew the answers to questions I hadn’t even asked yet. “What are we talking about here Leia? I need you to help me get him back. I can’t do this without him.” My breath caught in my chest at the idea and I choked out the last few words, bringing a hand up to my neck, the soft feeling of Ben’s shirt against my chest, ever so calming.

There was a short moment where I watched Leia’s gaze go from knowing to sympathy and I could tell she wanted to bring me into a hug. “Sweet girl. You most certainly could.” She tilted her head. “However, you shouldn’t have to.” Shaking her head with her words.

“I don’t know what to do.” Hiccuping under the stress of this trauma. I extended my arms around the empty stone room, the wrapped shirt that had been gripped so tightly around my hand flopped outward and long until it flapped back against my thigh. Reaching over with my other hand I draped it over my arm and folded them under my chest, looking expectantly at the general of The Resistance in front of me. Begging for more than guidance.

Leia just reached out with her force ghost hand and gripped at my left elbow. I noticed the buzz of the connection as it radiated up my arm and around my shoulder. My neck was suddenly warm and the base of my skull vibrated as this feeling grew, flowing into my entire system. I stared down at the woman in front of me, and she nodded quietly. “Come Rey. Let’s go get Ben.” Her brown eyes then closed and I followed suit, closing mine and following the feeling that this was going to work, despite knowing precisely what this was.

A beat.

Suddenly I felt it, a deep seeded need to take a deep breath and open my eyes. I did. I couldn’t tell you where I was. I saw minimal lights around me, dim, as if I was out in deep space where even the stars started to flicker. Frantically, I began to search for Leia, as I realized that I could no longer sense her force ghost against my elbow. Observing no one around me, I took a calming breath and looked instead for her signature. I felt so many begin to flood my space.

Realizing what I was doing here, I squeezed my eyes tightly together and focused, one signature, one force, one aura, that is all I need.

“Solo…” I whispered. Asking something, someone, anyone to show him to me.

Come on… there was a flicker, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the sheer volume of the force around here, or him. I pushed out with my own force. “Feel me…” I demanded, whispering low and slow. “Find me.” I took another slow, steadying breath and pushed. “Like you always do.” I couldn’t extend my arms the way I was taught. Not while holding onto his sweater. Without breaking the concentration I had started, I slid the sleeves of the sweater up over my arms and left the body of it hanging over my chest.

Shifting, I widened my stance, bent my knees, bounced slightly, reaching out my hands, I turned them upwards, asking for, beseeching for something to fill them, for him to find my reach, ready to take his hand. My closed eyes strained behind their lids, I felt the tears escape them slowly, one by one. “A Dyad can never exist if one of them is gone. Half of me will always be empty, missing, crying, entreating for something I cannot give it if you stay here. You had no right to take that away from me. I’m not intact without you. I’ll never stop looking for you. How will I survive on fumes? The hero cannot die in this story. Not my story. Your story is more than that. We deserve better, don’t you think so? I think we’ve suffered enough. I want to know what it feels like to belong for longer than a kiss, or a sweet embrace, I should be allowed to, I should get to know what that's like.” I felt the sob creep out before I could stop it. “You should too…” I’m not even sure if I said that out loud. Sniffling my tears back, I focused again on finding the signature I was looking for. It was getting loud in here.

That’s when it happened.

A bright, glaring, white, and green signature beamed from the far left of the extended area I had searched. My feet took off before my mind had told them to. Legs carried me faster than my body had known how to keep up with. Or so it felt. I wasn’t letting this glimpse out of my sight. Gaining on it, quickly it darted towards me and in an attempt to stop so that we didn’t collide, I stumbled and fell over my own limbs. Barely noticing a pop within said limbs as it forced me to collide with the floor I hadn’t previously felt below me I now lay sprawled along it.

All at once, I registered the signature coming into my force space, looking up, beyond the glaring white/green color that surrounded the figure, I was able to focus on him. “Ben.” The name hadn’t even been spoken, I was sure of it. I had only thought it.

The look in his eyes said differently, it was the one that he gave me when I said his birth name. He heard me. Spoken or not. “Scavenger.” He nodded his head at me.

Then his arm extended to me like I was oh so familiar. Staring at his hand. I reached for it without hesitation this time and wrapped my fingers tightly around his bare hand. Somehow, he was solid. I hadn’t even asked myself how before he was pulling me up. I winced as the weight of my body registered on my ankle. Shifting, I quickly got off of the offending limb while never taking my eyes off of him. “How?” I squeezed and rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand.

Ben did nothing but stare down at me. “I heard you.”

I blinked back at him.

“You’re quite loud. And you seem to have a lot to say.” He spoke so simply. Dead pan, speaking the words so factually.

My face dropped and I stared through his honey brown gaze that was hinting at amusement. “Not sure why I bothered, actually.” I shrugged and the body of his shirt shifted off of my shoulders and slid down my arms. My hands caught it before it hit the floor. Immediately noticed that Ben stood before me, in colors I had never seen before. His chest adorned a forest green Henley, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Mud brown jogger-type pants held up with a belt similar to his father's, actually, upon closer inspection, it was his father's belt holster. Rey looked from his mid-calf brown boots to his worn tan vest and then finally her eyes registered that he had been observing her. “What?” I countered.

His thumb brushed against the inside of my wrist beneath the shirt now covering our hands and my defensive wall swayed dangerously.

“You’re right.” I swallowed and he continued, his gaze never waivering from mine. “We deserve more.” He pulled me towards him as he stepped in towards me.

I didn’t even think, I released the one arm of the fabric and swung his black shirt around his neck before I pulled him down for a kiss. Ben didn’t protest, in fact, he met me there. Again, our lips connected like they were meant to. The actions spoke for our unsaid, stumbling and unexpressed words. A hot coal was lit at the pit of my stomach as our mouths danced for a bit longer than they had back on exogal. Fingers manipulating, wrists twisting inside the shirt I wrapped it tighter to pull him closer and that’s when my leg took on too much weight and I winced, falling from my stretch up to meet him, our lips parted.

Ben's hands at my lower back gripped at me to try and hold me steady. I realized he was looking down at my legs to figure out what went wrong, the pads of his fingers pressing into my skin causing the heat in my stomach to reach out towards where his fingers were. Momentarily the ankle pain was gone. Biting my lip I shifted my weight off of the sore ankle and looked up at him through humble lashes.

The question I could see behind his eyes was never asked.

A voice broke up our exchange. “Come on kids, the door won’t stay open forever.” We both turned and saw Leia, surrounded by an orange glow that was a door, it seemed, between the worlds. She started ushering us along and I reached to grab Ben's hand but he had moved so quickly I couldn’t react any differently than I had. Which was to squeal.

He had hoisted me over his shoulder to then carry me to the door, where he stopped by his mother.

“My boy.” She whispered.

Ben took a slow breath. “Mom… I…” He started, sounding as if he didn’t know how to say what he wanted to.

I saw her nod from the corner of my eye. “I know.” She reached up, her hand gently stroking his cheek like a mother would assess her child for a fever. “Take care of each other now.” She turned to form him to me, folded in half over her son's need to control.

I nodded and gave a partial salute. “Of course General. You can count on me.” I smiled. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.” Gesturing towards Ben and the position we were currently in.

Leia chuckled and reached out to cup my shoulder. “Oh darling, I get to watch my son be happy for the rest of his life. What more could a mother ever ask for?” She quirked her head to the side in sarcastic accusation between the two of us. I couldn’t help but wonder what she knew and wasn’t telling us. “Now, go on.” She stepped aside from the doorway and pointed us through.

Ben didn’t oblige, instead, he side-stepped to his mother, wrapped his free arm around her shoulders in a hug, and awkwardly bent down to kiss her forehead. Then he gently let go and nodded before walking over to the doorway. I watched her follow us close enough to the opening. “May the force be with you.” The voice carried through the closing veil as the doorway and the sight of her vanished.

It all felt like a blink and now we were in front of the aircraft that would be taking us off the unstable planet. Ben took both hands and reached up to grip my hips with purpose. He lifted me again and manipulated me so that he was holding me like he had so long ago when he kidnapped me from Tuanul. I ‘oofff’d’ and seared up at him in exasperation.

He shook his head at me and carried me up onto the ship and attempted to settle me before taking the time to look over my leg. Requesting, kindly, the shirt from my hands, gently he wrapped it around my ankle to stabilize it.

I waited for him to finish and then cleared my throat. “It’s just a sprained ankle.”

Ben smiled and took my chin into his palm gently. “And for once, sweetheart, you, are the only thing I get to worry about.” His thumb caressed my jaw. “So I plan to do so appropriately.” He pulled me, chin first, towards him and leaned down to kiss me.

A chaste kiss, one of caring, and promising nurture, which I returned, never closing my eyes.

In awe.

I felt a swelling of love building in my chest. Staring and following him as he began to prepare the ship for taking off. “Wow.”

There was flicking of switches and motors powering on, the humming of the electricity and lights coming to life. His distraction in the form of preparing the ship was fascinating to my eyes. He barely registered my comment. “What?”

I just chuckled. “Suddenly you think you’re a pilot.”

The preparation stopped. He looked over at me. His eyes narrowed. “Like my father before me.” The expression on his face was serious and challenging.

Unable to contain myself, a grin the width of my face appeared. “You’re joking.” I waited for him to break.

He didn’t. “Rey…” he went back to the last few tasks before takeoff, Revving the engine, he looked over at me. “I learned how to fly the flacon on my father's lap before I fully got the gist of walking.” He pulled back on the yoke and the craft shifted to hover above the planet's surface. Pivoting to me he half smirked. “My grandfather was Anikan Skywalker, an unmatched starfighter pilot before he even trained to become a Jedi, which only amplified his skills.” A shrug of his shoulder shifted him to the view shield as he navigated the sky in the map of his mind and punched the coordinates and calculations in for light speed. “It’s in my blood.”

My hand had come up at some point and rested my fingers around my mouth in order to contain my shock and disbelief. “Ben, you’re not going to always be the pilot.” I moved my hand over to hold the side of my Jaw.

His fingers twitched and hovered over the handle to push for speed adjustment. “How about this.” His hand dropped to his lap and he turned in the pilot chair to look at me.

I turned and faced him equally. “I’m listening.”

He grabbed my hand from the chair's arm rail, linked our fingers together, and pulled it up in front of his mouth to kiss my knuckles. Then he navigated our hands to place both of them on the lever, he shifted to gaze his newly playful amber eyes at me and said, “I’ll fight you for it.”

There had to have been stars that burst from my eyes as the love I felt for the radiating light of a changed (yet still the same and ever playful) man in front of me was overwhelming and comforting.

“Deal.” I said with conviction and we both swiveled to face the galaxy while simultaneously pushing the lever all the way forward and jolting us into light speed. The momentum jerked us back into our seats but our hands remained connected, falling, linked, between the seats.

I looked over at him and he slowly returned the gaze. I could tell everything that I was feeling, and he was too. Not just due to the force. I could feel, hear, taste, smell, and touch our connection. But it was more than that. It was a knowing. A presence. The smallest atom within me that belonged to this feeling, this man, acted accordingly.

As I thought about where we were going I realized it didn’t matter, because wherever it was, would be home. My home is not a place. It never was. My home is a person, a person I never saw coming, the person who saved me, the person I saved. My home was in Ben Solo and his home was me.

Dyads in the force, two as one.

I was Ben’s light and he was mine, we didn’t out-spit-shine each other’s darkness just as we didn’t grimly dim the other's light. We ebbed, we fluxed, we flowed. Finally where we belonged. Each of us was a bit broken with no intent to fix the other, but that’s just it, that was how all this light got in. It would guide us right where we needed to go.

I returned from his gaze and closed my eyes to the humming of the autopilot of the ship taking over my worldly senses. Melting down into the co-pilot seat, I realized how much I needed sleep. My hand squeezed his and he copied the motion, this was it, what I was missing, this feeling, my home. Now I had it, and I was never letting go.

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A/N: Yikes, not so short but UGH I couldn’t stop. TY friendly Tumblr person that I follow for posting story prompts. As this got me through a day of tracking through airports and madness. Thank you to any and all who read. I love and appreciate you allllllllllllll. MTFBWY. ^_^

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