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ithebookhoarder · 2 years

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Hi there! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if I could request an Obi Wan x Fem! Reader based on the song Dont Blame Me by Taylor Swift? Completely feel free to go whatever way you want with it but I love me some angst and fluff and a dash of smut but I trust you!

If you can do this that would be wonderful!

Have a lovely day! 💞

Don't Blame Me, Love Made Me Crazy (Obi-wan Kenobi x AFAB!Reader)

Summary: There are no lengths Obi wouldn’t go to, to keep you and Leia safe from the Inquisitors. However, there’s more at stake than Obi initially realised - if the extra life he’s sensed inside of you is anything to go by.

A/N: Well ain't this the national anthem for most of the Star Wars characters 😅. I love Taylor and this song, so this request was a joy! Thanks for sending it @supertoastrisesagain, and for allowing me to ramble on even after the show is done for my favourite desert hermit.

Warnings: Mention of death, swearing, references to violence, references to torture, references to smut, mentions of pregnancy

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If you’d have told yourself a week ago that this is where you’d end up, you’d have never have believed it. Even now it felt like some kind of fever dream you’d soon wake from.

Only a few days ago you had been living your lives in the desert of Tatooine, minding your business and working as a farmhand, but now? Now, you were escaping the Inquisitor’s Base, with your husband and Leia Organa in tow, having discovered that Anakin wasn’t dead and that there was a secret rebellion dedicated to smuggling Jedis to safety…

It was a lot to get your head around.

Maker only knew what was going through the ten year old’s mind, given all she had seen since she’d been abducted from her home world a few days prior. Then again, the whole ordeal seemed to have finally taken its toll on the young princess, given the way she had fallen asleep the moment the ship had breached the planet’s atmosphere.

It was probably the adrenaline wearing off, as well as the comfort of knowing you were safe for now that allowed her eyes to grow heavy, and her head to fall against your chest.

During take off, Leia had been sat beside you, asking a thousand and one questions about everything that had happened. She had also reached over, linking her hand with your husband’s - as if trying to prove he was really here.

It was a feeling you shared, having thought for one terrible moment that he had perished… that the Third Sister was right when she said he had been killed by Ana- Darth Vader.

Yet he was alive.

He’d rescued you - both of you - and you were now free once again to try and finish the mission to return Leia to Alderaan.

You knew without using the force that your husband was utterly exhausted… an emotional and physical wreck, whose emotional wounds had been torn open again after so long…

Ever since you’d taken off, he had simply taken a seat and stared at the wall ahead. The only sign he wasn’t some statue was the steady motion of him brushing his thumb over Leia’s knuckles over and over as she dropped off to sleep in your lap.

The sight made your heart ache.

He was so soft with her, so tender in a way that he hadn’t been with anyone other than you for years. Although it wasn’t hard to guess why the young princess had awoken something inside of him.

She was so like her mother - and father.

Seeing her was both incredible, and soul destroying, as you once again felt the loss of two of your dearest friends. It was like someone had driven a knife into you and continued to twist the blade… Ten years on, or ten minutes, it made no difference.

For instance, back in the market on Daiyu, when Obi had been explaining your cover story for your time on the planet, you’d felt a sense of deja vu.

He’d seemed so calm and composed as he tried to explain that - if anyone asked - you were farmers, and Leia his daughter.

“Granddaughter, maybe,” she’d whispered under her breath, but you’d heard her loud and clear - a fact made obvious by the laugh you failed to mask as a cough.

Obi had sighed but wisely chose not to say anything, other than a casual ‘what?’ causing Leia to grin up at you.

“Oh, nothing.”

It was as if Anakin himself had been there with that sass and his ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ smile.

You had also seen Padmé in her, as she had faced down the inquisitor as she blocked your escape and brought you to the hellish fortress you’d just escaped from.

“You can’t do this. I am Bail Organa’s daughter - a princess of Alderaan, and she’s my friend! Let us go!”

Leia had been feral, biting, kicking, screaming - refusing to tell them anything… even when you were being interrogated.

You knew how much it had pained her, to see you suffering, as the Third Sister took out her anger on you, trying to pry the location of the path. However, as long as she didn’t touch Leia, then it was worth it.

You would take any pain to keep her safe. Just as you’d have done anything to keep your husband safe, had you not been tasked with trying to get Leia off of the planet through the tunnels.

You’d wanted to turn back, to go after him, but Tala had been insistent - saying the risk was too great for you both to be out there. Instead, she had offered to help guide him to you and the escape ship.

Yet, they never made it, and you had been captured - a failure all round.

Thinking Obi had perished, even for a moment, had been enough to make you feel like you were dying… Even now, it was hard to convince yourself that this was all real - that he had survived and come to rescue you.

As if sensing your distress, the young princess whimpered in your arms, her dreams clearly turning sour.

“It’s alright, Leia… you’re safe now,” you cooed, brushing a lock of hair off of her face.

To her credit, she settled again relatively easily, nestling closer into your embrace. The frown lines she had, disappeared instantly, replaced with an ease you envied.

To her this had started out as some adventure … having never left her home planet, everything was new and exciting whilst also terrifying. Yet, she’d met each and every obstacle with such fire and spirit and courage…

You wiped at your eye, choking back the tears that had threatened to fall all day. You knew you couldn’t let them - not until you were safely out of sight. Otherwise you would have had to explain them away and you didn’t know if you could…

Even now, you said a silent prayer to the maker that Leia continued to sleep so soundly.

It was too surreal.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about her over the years, but it wasn’t the same as seeing her… rationalising your expectations with the reality…

Leia was a real, living, human being - with her own personality and hopes and dreams and fears… it was too much to take in.

What would Padmé have said if she could see her?

Would she forgive you for the choices you had been forced to make?

For separating her children and hiding the truth from them?

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, even though you knew she couldn’t hear you. “We’ll keep her safe. I promise.”

A part of you also mourned the reality where you would have been there for Leia and Luke, watching Anakin and Padmé raising them… teaching them… being a part of their lives as a family- maybe even starting one of your own.

Then again, that reality wasn’t entirely beyond your reach. Not when you and Obi had been less than celibate since the collapse of the Jedi Order… even now, the irony seemed too much, to have just had Leia and Luke come into your lives, as you faced the possibility of starting a family of your own.

You’d known for almost a week now, that your lack of monthly bleeds wasn’t a result of the stress of being on the move. That your nausea and occasional dizziness weren’t just a mixture of exhaustion and lack of regular meals.

You’d sensed the truth long before you’d gone into town to seek a healer - who’d only confirmed what you already suspected; you were pregnant. Two months along, by her reckoning.

What were you going to do?

“These things happen in their own time,” the healer had explained, noticing your shock. After all, it had been years and whilst you’d never been actively trying there had been many opportunities for you to have fallen with child before. Why now? “Couples can go years without conceiving and then, one day, they are blessed. It is the Maker’s will.”

If that was the case then you had more than a few choice words for the Maker, given the ever growing list of sins they had to account for.

It was a cruel cosmic joke, just as this whole entire week had been. Between the Inquisitors, the lone Jedi finding you both, Bail’s appearance, discovering Anakin was alive… and now this? It was all too much.

You hadn’t hide time to think, let alone decide what to say or do about it - a blessing and a curse in disguise.

“She’s finally out.” You spoke softly, trying to see if your husband was back with you, or still lost to the torment inside of him.

To your relief, he nodded. “So I can see.”

His smile was instantaneous, yet lined with a pain that seemed to radiate from him. It hung about him like a dark cloud, just as it had all day.

You wished you could do something to help him but there was nothing you could do, other than holding a hand out for him in invitation. To your relief, he accepted, allowing you to pull him closer beside you.

He tucked you both under his arm, letting you rest your head against him in a move that was all too familiar. You’d lost count of how many times you’d fallen asleep against him like this, usually returning on a ship from some mission for the council - a lifetime ago now.

“She clearly likes you.”

You smirked. “You think so?”

“Yes, far more so than me, I fear.”

“Oh, hush,” you scoffed. “She likes you. You can see it in her eyes when she looks at you, just like with all the younglings whenever you used to walk into a room. It used to drive me mad, whenever I was trying to teach them and in you came, disrupting the class and distracting them- The great legend himself. Though, you can hardly blame them. You were always so good with them, so kind and patient and willing to listen to whatever they had to say. They worshipped you.”

Your voice trailed off as memories began to resurface, a haze of nostalgia creeping back in. You knew that and your hormones were to blame as tears threatened to once again escape you, but you couldn’t share that detail. Not yet, anyway.

Not until this was over and Leia was safely back on Alderaan. Then, you’d wait until you and Obi-wan were safe again to tell him about the change of plans for your future.

At least this whole experience had been good for one thing, and that was proving that you and Obi-wan could keep up with a child. Sure, the parenting thing would probably take longer to master but so far it seemed a good indication that you’d both eventually get there.

Although, if your child was even half as spirited as Leia, you’d be both completely grey before they hit their 10th birthday… but blessed all the same.

“You also saw her face back there, Ben,” you whispered. “When we thought you were gone, well, she looked broken. We both were. Yet, when you came, she looked so happy to see you again.”

“I don’t know why, considering all I do is bring danger with me,” he grumbled darkly, rubbing a hand through his beard. “All of this was a plan to lure me out, meaning this is all my fault. If I had died back on Mustafa, then the Inquisitors would never have even looked her way.”

“Ben, no-”

“It’s true and you know it.”

It might have been true, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t deserved to be saved. That the Empire should have been allowed to be victorious without some kind of fight.

The ferocity in your voice made your view of the matter clear, as did the stern frown you shot his way. “I think you’ll find Vader is the one who actually started all this, turning on the Jedi and setting this whole course of action into motion - so don’t act like you had any choice, Ben. You can’t keep blaming yourself. Please. Your actions helped save Padmé and her children.”

“But-”

“- and you saved us again, today. You hear me? That’s what counts, and now Leia can go home. She’ll be safe and we can disappear again, back into the shadows where we belong… where we’ll be safe.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

A weak smile tugged at your lips as you brought his hand close enough to kiss. “I think you’ll find that’s my line, husband dear.”

“You should get some rest too, whilst we wait. You’ve been through a lot.”

“And you haven’t?” you scoffed, stopping his self-sacrifice bullshit in its tracks. You could see also see the way he seemed to continue to favour his side, hiding the injuries Tala had said he’d refused to let fully heal before coming to rescue you - stubborn man. “Besides, we’ll be back on Jabeem soon enough and I can sleep when we’re on the ship, heading straight back to Alderaan and away from this.”

Obi pressed a kiss to your hair. “Let us pray you are right, my love.”

You could only hope you were.

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“What is it? What’s wrong?”

Roken’s words were almost lost in the swirling chaos that followed the fight that had just seen Tala sacrifice herself to protect the people in this room. To protect you and your husband, and the cause that you fought for.

You could feel tears threatening to escape as you turned to face Obi. The turmoil was rolling off of him in waves, so much so that even Roken had spotted it without using the Force.

“It’s over.”

“Obi?” you croaked, taking a half step towards him. You could see the pain and fury brewing inside of him as he tried to calm himself. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m going back.”

“What?”

The exclamation from you and Roken overlapped as you stared at the man in disbelief.

“You can’t quit. I fought for too long,” the fighter continued, somehow regaining his voice when you could not. Instead, you felt ice cold panic washing over you as your husband turned, without so much as a backwards glance, and made as if to walk through the tunnel you’d just escaped from. “You can’t just throw that away. It won’t make a difference. They want all of us.”

“Vader wants me.”

“If you surrender then she died for nothing.”

You knew who he spoke of, the loss still fresh even if you had only known her a day or so. Still, in that time, Tala had grown on you, a kindred spirit you knew would have been screaming in protest at what was happening here now.

“He’ll keep coming.”

“That’s why I have to stop him,” your husband growled.

“You’re going to fight him?” you choked, trying and failing not to think what had happened the last time he’d tried such a thing. You couldn’t face it again - couldn’t face losing him. Not now. “No, Obi. Think this through-”

“I am,” he sighed, the resignation clear in his voice. He turned, his eyes shimmering as he reached for your hands and squeezed. “He expects me to surrender. He knows I’ll do everything I can to protect these people - to protect you.”

“You’ll be on your own,” Haja interjected, stealing the words from your quivering lips.

“No.” Your husband’s smile was strained as he turned from you and towards the man who had somehow saved your lives, over and over. You watched as he handed him his lightsaber and communicator, before patting his shoulder. The next words were like a knife to your heart. “Look out for her, will you?”

You knew he didn’t just mean Leia, up in the wiring ducts, still trying to open the hatch.

You paled.

“No.”

Obi-wan didn’t even give you time to begin to protest as he pulled you close and pressed a fierce kiss to your forehead. “It’ll be alright.”

“No! I’m not leaving you.”

“Haja.”

His order was clear.

“Obi, you can’t. Not alone-“

“I have to,” he growled, such pain and vehemence spitting from every syllable that it stunned you. It was probably why Haja was able to follow your husband’s order and take you by the hand, pulling you backwards, allowing your husband to slip from your grip like running water. “He’s come for me. He wants me. If I can buy you all time I must, Y/N. Please… no one else has to suffer. Protect Leia, and yourself… and our baby.”

The words sucked all the air from your lungs.

He knew…

The noise that escape you was half way between a sob of agony, and a laugh of disbelief as you felt something deep inside of you crack.

“Obi. No.”

Of course he knew. Why wouldn’t he? It was Obi, your husband, your best friend, and the man who had always been too observant, and too in tune with the force for his own good. He’d probably sensed it before you had, even if he hadn’t said anything.

Was he nervous? Terrified of the reality that awaited him once he acknowledged the life inside of you he’d help create? Or was it that he’d been waiting? Waiting for you to decide about what to do, and how to tell him?

You had no time to ask questions like that now - Obi had seen to that. Not when every second counted. Not when he had waited till this moment to hit you with the one thing that would possibly persuade you not to claw your way after him like some feral beast.

As it was, you still struggled against Haja as he tried to pull you away, to hold you back as Obi made his way towards the tunnel door, his hands already lifting in surrender.

“No… Obi, wait! Don’t do this! We’re a team remember? You promised! You promised me!”

“I’m sorry, my love,” he called, turning and giving you one last watery smile. One that did little to hide the tsunami of emotions roaring behind his eyes. “I love you - be strong. If anything goes wrong, get Leia out of here and back where she belongs.”

Maybe it was the shock, or maybe Haja was stronger than you’d given him credit for, but somehow he managed to drag you backwards, stumbling over your feet as you tried to break free from him, to run after your husband as he left you to meet whatever fate awaited him outside the doors that were the last line of defence between you and the Empire’s Troops.

“I’m sorry,” Haja mumbled in your ear, but you barely heard him.

Your knees buckled as your entire world crashed down around you.

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“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Obi-wan had apologised the moment he had returned to you, aboard the transport ship that was now hurrying you away from Jabeem. At the time, the relief you had felt at seeing him had been all-consuming, causing you to run into his arms and bury your tear stained face in his chest.

The kiss he had given you was desperate - pleading almost, as he wove a hand through your hair and held you tight enough that you knew he’d leave marks.

You didn’t care.

All you cared about then was that he was alive. That he was in front of you, able to hurry with both you and Leia onto the only route out of here.

Thankfully, the deception had worked and you had been able to take off without too much trouble, leaving Vader cursing your names as he watched you slip through the cracks once more.

But now… as you sat on the transport… the day finally catching up with you all too quickly, and all too intensely, you were trying to resist the urge to scream.

Or hit him.

Or do anything really to express the utter terror you had felt when he had so valiantly decided to risk his life to buy you all time. A risk he had not consulted you over. A risk he had chosen alone, leaving you behind despite the one promise you had made him swear all those years ago… to never leave you… to let you face the world and whatever fate it brought you, together.

Yes, you were now with child, but that didn’t change the fact you should have had a choice. A say. A chance to decide how this ended…

Well, at least things seemed to have worked out for the best… for now.

It was that realisation that numbed the hurt long enough for you to crawl into his arms and let him hold you. You were too tired and too relieved to do anything else, a sentiment shared by Leia as she lay by you both, talking with some of the other children on board.

The sight made your heart ache.

“So… you know.”

“About the child?”

“Yes,” you muttered, feeling the way he stiffened ever so slightly beneath you at the mention of it. You also felt him nod, bending down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “How long?”

Obi paused. “A few weeks at the most. I merely guessed at first, given your recent symptoms but it was only when I was able to detect the other heartbeat inside of you that I knew for certain.”

At least you didn’t have to ask how he felt about it all considering the heartfelt plea he’d given you back in the cave. To protect you and his child… he wanted it… wanted you both to live and grow as a family… he had revealed it, even if he was not aware of that fact for himself.

Still, the way his hand drifted to rest against your abdomen gave you enough cause to believe otherwise.

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“It wasn’t my news to tell,” he explained quietly. “I knew you would share with me any developments when the time was right, when you were ready to.”

“Wow. So you do know how to let someone make their own decision, then?”

Obi groaned. “Y/N-”

“I’m furious with you, right now,” you hissed, doing your best not to raise your voice in the confined space. You didn’t need everyone in this ship to know about your situation. “And once this is over, you better expect a lot of yelling… and some crying, and maybe some sulking. I don’t know, I haven’t made my mind up yet. I’m too damn tired, and too damn relieved you’re here, to think properly.”

A small scoff escaped Obi-wan before he could help it. “Well, thank the Maker for small mercies then.”

You rolled you eyes and jabbed your elbow into his stomach, though not as hard as you could have. After all, you did still need him in one piece if you were going to see this all through. Whilst it might have felt like you’d run a marathon the past few days, you knew this was far from over.

Leia still needed to make it home.

Vader would need to lose your trail.

And you would need to prepare for the newest addition to your family in a matter of months.

“Ow?”

“Whimp,” you teased, trying not to laugh at the pout he shot you. He really did make it hard to stay mad at him for long.

After all, you’d seen what Anakin’s love for Padmé and his unborn children had done to him. The love had consumed him, warping him into something unhinged and feral and full of fear.

And no one had been able to help him… to stop him from destroying the very thing he’d tried to protect. There had been too many obstacles in the way and the guilt had haunted you both since.

No wonder Obi had acted how he had today; he’d had a chance to save you. To protect you.

Love was a powerful thing. It made people do crazy things and Obi-wan loved deeply. He always had, and it was why you’d been so quick to love him in return.

He made it so easy to love him, even though it meant you were vulnerable. That you’d risked losing everything over and over … but you couldn’t have imagined having it any other way - not even for a second.

Was it any wonder the Jedi had feared it enough to ban attachments altogether?

You sighed as the realisation hit you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied softly, cradling you close. “And I’m sorry… for all of it, all of this. I wish things were different but they’re not, and I cannot - will not - risk losing you. I know that means I broke my promise today, but you cannot tell me you wouldn’t have done the same, had our roles been reversed?”

“…No. I wouldn’t.”

“Well then, you understand,” he murmured, “and once we make it out of here you can yell and be as angry with me as you like, and I’ll bear it, because it means you’re alive. That you’re alright.”

“Deal,” you smirked.

With that, you turned so that you could kiss your husband - and the father of your unborn child - properly. After all, you did have a lot to be grateful for, and you’d learned a long time ago not to take miracles for granted. They were often few and far between, yet this week the universe had granted you several.

And the greatest miracle of all? Well, that one existed inside of you, intertwined with the life that was growing there.

Hope.

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farfartothewestofeverywhere · 2 years

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Owen throwing a potted plant at Reva is peak Star Wars

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antheiasilva · 2 years

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I love that Obi-Wan is afraid of Vader. You can feel his terror.

The whole point of Obi-Wan is that he’s the man who never gives up his duty or his kindness. And I love that we see him ALMOST give up. He’s suffering, and broken, he’s hanging on to life via Luke by a thread. It wouldn't be as good a story if not giving up wasn’t a struggle - he wouldn’t be as good.

The main conflict of the show is Obi-Wan with himself. Vader is the secondary conflict. This not a story about outer demons. It’s a story about his inner demons.

And how love helps him fight his way back to himself. You can see the effect Leia has on him. He loves her immediately, not just because of her mother or her father, or her real father Bail, but because she is Leia. He'll do anything to protect her, including facing the his worst nightmare and very likely giving up his life and the rest of his sanity in doing so.

The way he says goodbye to her before leading Vader away... he’s lying to her to keep her safe. He knows he’s not going to be behind her. He just saw Vader kill a child and the father right in front of him. Vader will very likely kill her to torture him, that is if he doesn’t sense who she is (and how traumatizing would that be for her!).

And so he does it. He finally turns on his lightsaber for her.

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maes-flowers · 2 years

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For them, for us [Prologue] Obi-wan Kenobi x reader)

Authors note: Hi everyone! i'm starting a new series based off the new Obi-wan Kenobi show but I knew I wanted to give a sneak peek into what happened during the events of ROTS. Im super excited to write this story as its my first Star Wars fic and also my second work im posting here on tumblr. if you enjoy this chapter and want to see what happens next for these two comment down below to be added onto the taglist!

Next part!!

Warnings: angst, signs of Ptsd (survivors guilt), violence, sad reunions, and fluff

Word count: 7,405

Also I wrote this with I know the end by Phoebe Bridgers blasting in the background. 2:35 until the end inspired most of this fic and its devastating

You can't breathe, the air growing thick and catching in your lungs as you watch the complete massacre surround you. Padawans, younglings, masters and knights dead on the ground of the temple as clones, people you considered friends and family kill off any jedi in sight.

How did this happen? Things were okay, you were close to ending the war and moving on from the nightmare that has been the last three years.

So close to rest, only for it to slip away from your fear stricken hands as you fought off clones.

The few padawans you had saved were hidden away in a supply closet far away from the main grounds as you did a final sweep for survivors. The image of you, the only standing Jedi in a room with your brethren dead at your feet, had made you numb. The smell of seared flesh and balster residue made you nauseous as you covered your nose and mouth with your cloak.

You were supposed to be with Obi-wan Kenobi, a close companion on Utapau to help him fight General Grievous but was asked to stay back and look after the younglings as the rest of the council was busy dealing with chancellor Palpatine.

You weren't sure if the clone attack was planet wide, you hoped not for Obi-wan's sake, you knew Anakin was somewhere here, sensing his force signare only hours ago.

Your heart grieved for Obi-wan and Anakin, the two being the closest thing you had to family during the Clone wars. You had known Anakin since Obi-wan brought him to the temple after Qui-Gon Jinn died, leaving Obi-wan, a padawan at the time to train Anakin. The boy rumored to be the chosen one and to bring balance to the force. But you had known Obi-wan for longer than that, both of you becoming padawans at the same time as each other and growing close as the year went on and becoming a confidant for him as you adjusted to the new pressures and grief in his life.

But you couldn't think about them right now, you had to protect yourself as you gripped the hilt of your lightsaber. The indigo hue humming in your hand as you deflect blaster shots coming at you, the bright light going back to the clone and going through his head. You sprinted away from the mass crowd of clones making their way to you, avoiding corpses of people you once knew as you made your way back to the supply closest.

The adrenaline poured from every crevice of your body as you used the force to remove the statue blocking the door as you entered. The younglings looked at you in horror before they realized who you were, their small faces covered in scratches and bruises as you covered the door again. You slid down against the way and covered your mouth, holding back the stress and fear crashing over you as you held the small children.

“Rest small ones, I promise all will be over soon.” you whispered.

At least you hoped it would be.

It must've been hours before you felt safe enough to have your force signature out as you sensed the area around you. The force rippled around you and the safety you once felt within it was strained as if the loss from today managed to break its once strong walls of security. It was quiet now, the sounds of blasters and screams gone as you stood up, the younglings woke up as you looked around the area, clearing the area before you rushed the children out of the small room.You knew you had to get the younglings safe and out of here before you went off to look more into what happend. You guided the children around the temple until you ran into Cere Junda and her padawan Trilla.

You sighed in relief at the familiar friend, grasping her hand tightly when you grew closer.

“I'm so glad to see you safe Cere,” you said, your voice raw with emotion. “You as well Trilla,” you said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Glad to see you survive this nightmare as well.” Cere said.

You looked at her with desperation, your hands reaching behind you and guiding the three younglings in front of you.

“I need you to watch over these three, I need to go back to the main corridor and find more survivors and look at the security holocron footage.” you begged, almost collapsing in relief when Cere nodded.

“Of course, have you heard from General Kenobi?” she asked, her voice soft. The teasing she would make you endure about your relationship with him seemed like a distant memory now. You shook your head, your eyes prickling with emotion.

“No, not as of yet.” you said, ignoring the growing pit of pure fear at the thought of him being dead. You sighed and cleared your throat as you kneeled down in front of the younglings, their scared faces would haunt you for years.

“Listen,” you said sternly, “You listen to Master Cere okay?”

The small nods of obedience relaxed you a bit.

“Remember, when all seems to be lost trust only in the force.” you said, with that you stood up and began to walk away from the small group.

As you made your way back to the main hall, the number of bodys crowded at your feet made you shudder. You almost expected them to be gone for some reason, but seeing them right where they were before, unloved and pale as you avoided the haunted look at blank open eyes.

Hypervigilance pricked at your bones, you kept your body stiff as you listened for any sound or movement around you and although threat seemed to be gone, you would've done anything to have your armor you wore during battle in the war zone on you instead of the cloak and tunic you currently supported. The walk of avoiding bodys and making sure no one would come at you had made you slowly make your way into the main hall.

You could feel two life forces through the force, holding your breath as you crept forward, hand gripping your lightsaber tightly as you ducked behind a pillar. You paused for a moment and took a deep breath before you looked from your cover.

You went numb as you saw Obi-wan and Yoda a few feet away from you, this time you didn't hold back a shuddering breath as you clipped your saber onto your belt and stepped out, you walked as fast as you could.

“Obi-wan!” you shouted, the man's head snapped at his name and once he saw it was you, you could see relief overcome him.

“Y/n?”

You jogged as fast as you could while being respectful to the dead around you, Obi-wan met you halfway, the weight of his body collided with yours as you both clenched to each other, hands gripping to whatever they could grab. You never, ever would've done this in a place so open like the temple. Hugs like this were reserved for late night room visits in private, away from judging eyes.

One out of your two men were safe and alive, and that thought alone gave you hope that Anakin was okay.

“Thank the gods you're okay,” you cried, no longer caring about the code anymore. You didn't care about Master Yoda seeing the blatant show of compassion, of attachment and for once it seemed Obi-wan didn't care either.

You had a feeling, the council wasn't here to judge you anymore anyways.

“Are you okay?” he asked, you nodded into his shoulder and pulled away from him. His hand, calloused and rough rested on your face, making you look at him.

“I'm okay.” you whispered.

You held his gaze for a moment before you remembered Master Yoda, you pulled away from the grip Obi-wan held on you and kneeled

“Master Yoda, I'm so glad you made it out safely as well.” you said sincerely, putting a hand on top of his head.

“Glad to see you safe Master y/n, I am.”

You stood back up and looked at Obi-wan.

“There's a signal telling Jedi to come to the temple, we're going to the security station to ward off anyone else from showing up.” Obi-wan said.

You nodded and followed Yoda to the security room, you took the time to press your force signature into Obi-wan's, the familiar presence overcame you. The feeling of warmth and tenderness along with swirls of worry and pain grounded the fact that he was here and alive next to you.

You reached your hand out and grazed his, the small movement making him grasp yours.

“Anakin,” you said hesitantly. “Have you heard from him?” you whispered, Obi-wan shook his head and you felt a wave of fear roll over your from Obi-wan.

“He'll be okay, he's a strong kid.” you said softly. Obi-wan only nodded in response and stayed silent until you reached the security room.

It was odd seeing the room that usually had guards around be empty, and you hated the way you walked in with such ease as Obi-wan headed straight to the code receiver.

You watched as Obi-wan changed the code alerting all survivors to stay away, the blue light eliminating his face as he closed the signal box. A simple action that took a minute at most saving hundreds of lives.

“It will take a long time for the clones to notice the signal change.” you said quietly. Yoda nodded in agreement as Obi-wan emerged from the small doorway. Yoda began to leave the room, but you and Obi-wan stayed still eyeing the security device. After a moment you walked over to the security recording device, and turned it on, you felt Obi-wan come up behind you. His hand grasping your shoulder tightly.

“If you go into the security recordings you go, only pain will you find.” Yoda warned.

“I must know the truth master,” Obi-wan said as you reached forward and began to rewind the recording.

You stopped at the sight of Anakin, his saber drawn as he killed younglings in cold blood, you covered your mouth in horror at the sight.

“No.” you whispered in disbelief. “No it can't be true.” you said, your voice muffled from your hand. Your body unconsciously stepped back from the image as if it had burned you.

“It can't be, It can't be.” Obi-wan said in disbelief as the recording switched to Anakin kneeling in front of chancellor Palpatine, but from the sight he was in you realized quickly this was the sith lord Obi-wan had feared.

You watched as Anakin accepted his new title as Lord Vader before Obi-wan stopped the recording. You shook your head in disbelief, how did this happen?

“I can't watch anymore.” Obi-wan said, his voice shook slightly.

“Destroy the sith we must.” Yoda said gravely. Obi-wan released his grip on your shoulder as he stepped in front of you to talk to Yoda. you looked over in shock at Yoda's words, no shock or hesitation in voice.

“Send me to kill the emperor, I will not kill Anakin.” Obi-wan said sternly.

“To fight this lord Sidious strong enough you are not.”

“He is like my brother. I cannot do it.” Obi-wan pleaded, you watched silently, unsure on what to do.

“Twisted by the dark side young Skywalker has become.” Yoda sighed.” The boy you trained, gone he is.”

“I don't know why the emperor has sent him. I don't know where to look.” Obi-wan exclaimed.

Yoda walked away before he turned to look at him.

“Use your feelings Obi-wan and find him you will.” Yoda simply said before he left the room.

You looked over at Obi-wan, his face showed nothing but confusion and pain. You were sure your face showed the same feelings as you ignored the sick feeling in your gut as you came to a harsh realization.

“I was there,” you breathed out disgust with yourself, Obi-wan turned to you. “I was with the younglings when it all went down and I felt his presence in the temple hours before.” you looked at Obi-wan in distress grasping the tunic that laid across your chest, your voice breaking at the thought. “That means he was right next to me when he killed those..” you couldn't even finish the sentence. How did you not feel him so near?

“I could've done something, I could have stopped him from killing those childe-” you hitch a breath. “I should've read more into the force, not shut it away.” you scolded yourself, your hands finding your hair as you gripped the roots.

“Y/n,” Obi-wan said sadly, stepping forward and pulling your hands away from the death grip on the strands of hair. You looked up at Obi-wan as you as your face crumpled from grief. Grief from losing friends, fellow jedi, losing the younglings, and losing Anakin.

From failing from your duty.

“I failed them.” you gasped out as you were pulled into Obi-wan's embrace. You were being selfish and you knew it, but you needed one moment. Just one of pure sorrow and hopelessness, you couldn't hold onto these feelings or else you'd drown in them.

“You protected yourself, and I know you saved as many people as you could. You were outmatched, we all were.” Obi-wan comforted. “You did your best and that's all that you can do.”

Your arms were under his, your hand curling and gripping Obi-wan's back and taking a deep breath. Your thoughts slowed to a more productive mindset as you nodded against him, you pulled away, wiping away your tears.

“We need to go see Padme,” you said, in determination.

Obi-wan Nodded.

“I agree.”

~~~~~~~

Anakin never said anything explicit about his and Padme's relationship, but you as well as Obi-wan had your suspicions about the two over the last few years. The closest you could get to a confession was making fun of him seeing her and he would grow red in his face which would result in a halfhearted insult about you and Obi-wan or when you joined Padme to Senate meetings and would integrate her, watching any reaction she made.

She never let anything show, beside a light smile.

You paused your movement in the hallway leading up to Padme's corridors, a thought coming into your head as Obi-wan turned to you.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Do we tell her about what he did?” you asked, you didn't want to hurt her that was never your goal but if anyone knew where Anakin would be, it would be her.

Obi-wan stroked his beard before he nodded.

“If the need shows, but I suspect she will find out either way.” he said in thought.

You nodded in agreement before you continued on walking.

Padme's room was far more beautiful than your tiny room in the temple. Compliments of tan, white, red, and gold decorated the room. The large balcony allowed a soft breeze in, the weather was far too beautiful for this situation.

“When was the last time you saw him?” you asked, walking aside Padme. Her face was scrunched in worry but her eyes fluttered around nervously. She knew where he was, you just know it.

“Yesterday.” she said.

“And do you know where he is now?” Obi-wan pressed.

She paused for a moment, the walking stopping in the small circle in the center of her couches.

“No,” she sighed.

“We need your help.” Obi-wan confessed, his voice bordering on begging.

“Padme,” you said, touching her arm. “He is in grave danger.”

Padme spun around, her face pale.

“From the sith?!” she gasped, you and Obi-wan shook your heads.

“From himself,” you said softly, “Anakin has turned to the darkside.”

Padme scoffed in disbelief as she looked at you in shock.

“You're wrong, How could you even say that?”

You and Obi-wan looked at each other, the pain of even saying what Anakin has done hurt too much.

“We have seen a-a security hologram…” Obi-wan started. “Of him killing younglings.” he finished, his face taut with an emotion You couldn't quite place.

“Not Anakin,” Padme denied. “He couldn't.”

You looked at her sadly.

“He was deceived by a lie. We all were.” you crossed your arms. “It appears that the chancellor is behind everything, including the war. Palpatine is the sith lord we've been looking for.” you explained, your heart hurt more and more as you watched Padme’s face fall.

“Anakin became his apprentice after Count Dooku died.” Obi-wan added

Padme stumbled backward until she was sitting on the couch, her face calm but also in shock as she started ahead.

“I don't believe you,” she said. “I cant.” she whispered.

You and Obi-wan moved to sit on either side of her, you gripped her hand tight as you looked at her.

“Padme, we must find him.” Obi-wan said. She looked between the both of you, her brows furrowed as she leaned back.

“You're going to kill him, aren't you?”

You looked down at your lap, ignoring her gaze.

“He's become a great threat.” Obi-wan warned, you kept your eyes down.

“I cant.”

You watched her grip her stomach, swollen and large. You Had only recently become aware of her pregnancy, your reaction was nothing but joy when she told you but seeing her in denial and shock as she cradled her bump made something click in your mind at her reaction. You watched Obi-wan sigh and stand up, but you sat still as you stared at her. Eyes solemn but knowing as you leaned back.

“Anakin is the father, isn't he?” you asked, Padme looked at you for a moment before she looked away, you could see tears building in her eyes. You close your eyes at the confirmation, standing up and kissing her head, you're watching two people you viewed as family lives become destroyed in a matter of a few hours.

“I'm so sorry.” you whispered, voice broken as you walked away, following Obi-wan to the ship. He climbed into the passenger before he held a hand out to you, helping you into the passenger.

You watched as the top came down over your head as Obi-wan flew away, you stared at the window watching other ships and speeders fly around you.

“That poor baby,” you sighed, rubbing at your eyes for a moment. “Padme is going to go after him, you know that right?” you said looking at Obi-wan. He kept his gaze on the traffic as he took a sharp turn.

“I know, that's why we're going with her,” he said.

~~~~

When he said you would be going with her you went expecting having to crouch behind a supply crate and wait until Padme went into the ship, and the flight crew left the landing strip. You followed after Obi-wan, pulling your hood over your head as you snuck onto the ship. It was a large ship, but open enough if both the droids were not up front with Padme, they would see us and alert her of our presence.

Obi-wan opened the door to a closet and you both climbed in, the room was small but if you slid yourself between Obi-wan and leaned against his chest you guys were able to sit on the floor.

He sighed, and you knew his exhaustion came from the overwhelming emotions, the fight he had with Grievous and the crushing fear of what he had to do next.

You grabbed his hands and wrapped him around your middle, he sighed at the comfort and rested his head against your shoulder. You gripped his hand tightly, to make sure he wouldn't disappear.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered.

“For what?” he asked, confused.

“You don't deserve this, Obi-wan,” you said. “It's not fair.”

Obi-wan stayed silent for a moment.

“I don't know if I can do this,” he admitted. “He's my brother, Y/n”

“Let me help you, us two going against Anakin would be better than just you. It's better than going in there alone.” you proposed.

“No,” he said immediately, his hand reaching up and cupping your jaw to lean back so you look him in the eyes. “I've lost enough today, I can't lose you too.” he said, you could feel his breath on your face.

“I can't lose you either.” you said, with the same amount of seriousness. “Let me help,” you begged.

“I have to do this on my own,” Obi-wan said. You went to argue but he shook his head.

“Stay on the ship, stay with Padme if anything goes wrong.”

You opened your mouth to argue but a small flash of light illuminated Obi-wan's face and you could see the pure desperation on his features.

“Okay,” you gave in. “Just come home, you have to promise me to come home.” you said.

Obi-wan looked at you, his face soft as he agreed, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on your lips for a few moments before pulling away.

You smiled, a bittersweet feeling swirling in you happily, after years of soft touches and hugs and knowing the feeling was there but never acting on it in fear of the council you got to kiss him, but in pain as this could very well be the first and last time you get to do it.

You and Obi-wan sat together in silence for the rest of the trip, you wanted to tell him everything you've been holding back for the last 12 years but you couldn't find the words so you relied on using the force and pushing your force signature on him. Using silent communication to express the admiration you had.

Obi-wan gripped you tightly as he embraced the feelings from you, his voice shuddering a breath deep from his chest.

“Me too love, me too.” he said quietly, as soon as the words spilled from his lips you felt the ship hit solid land. You squeezed your eyes shut as you raised Obi-wan's hand to your mouth, pressing a long kiss to it. Your fears and doubts bubbling over as you and Obi-wan crawled out of the closet, and kept close to the wall. Staying out of Padme's sight until you heard the hatch of the ship go down and saw her leave.

You and obi-wan moved closer so you can see them outside. The heat of this planet was unbearable already. The heat makes you sweat under your tunic as you watch the couple reunite.

You listened to Padme beg Anakin to leave, to go raise their child. but Anakin refused, saying his powers were the only way he could save Padme and together they could kill the chancellor and rule the galaxy together.

God, the sight made you uncomfortable as you watched Anakin Skywalker fade away in front of your eyes as he shed the skin of his former self revealing a power hungry psychopath.

You watched Padme back away in fear and you stepped forward, moving onto the ramp leading outside. You could hear Obi-wan curse before he followed you, but it didn't take long for Anakin to spot the two of you.

“I love you!” Padme begged, but Anakin's face contorted with rage.

“Liar!” he screamed, Padme gasped and looked behind her to see the two of you.

“No!” Padme shouted.

You and Obi-wan began to walk down the ramp, going slowly to try not to provoke Anakin anymore.

“You're with them!” Anakin shouted. “You brought them here to kill me.” he accused, raising his hand in front of him. You watched with shock as he began to force choke her, her feet lifting off the ground.

“Let her go, Anakin.” Obi-wan demanded, quickly descending down the stairs. You followed quickly behind him.

“Let her go!” you shouted. Anakin looked at you for a moment before releasing his grip on her, you shot forward and used the force to lay her on the ground so the baby wouldn't get harmed from the fall. You dropped to your knees and dragged her head into your lap, your hands fumbling for a pulse.

You sighed in relaise under the fluttering pulse under your fingertips.

“You turned her against me!” Anakin blamed, but obi-wan stood still and was calm. His anger wasn't like Anakins, his was a controlled storm, while the man across from him swirled like it destroyed everything in his path.

“You have done that yourself.” Obi-wan said, watching as Anakin shed away his cloak as he paced around. The only way you can describe Anakin's body language was feral and dangerous.

“You will not take her from me!”

“Your anger and lust for power have already done that.” Obi-wan shrugged off his cloak and began to walk around Anakin. You slowly reached for the lightsaber in your hand and unclipped it from your belt in case Anakin or Obi-wan got to close with their quickly approaching battle.

“You have allowed this dark lord to twist your mind, until now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.

“Don't lecture me Obi-wan.” Anakin warned. “I see through the lies of the Jedi, I do not fear the darkside as you do.” Anakin turned as he spoke and Obi-wan kneeled down and touched Padme's face. He looked at you, and you nodded back a silent gesture of saying the two of you were okay.

“I have brought peace, freedom, justice and security to my new empire!” Anakin announced as Obi-wan stood up. The two of you looked at him in shock at his words.

“You're a new empire?” Obi-wan asked in disbelief.

“Don't make me kill you.” Anakin warned.

“Anakin, our allegiance is to the republic, to democracy!” Obi-wan shouted.

“Anakin, we're not trying to be against you! But you're being irrational right now! We just want you safe! Padme wants you safe!” you explained. “Going down this path will do more harm than good, I know deep down you see that!” you begged, watching Anakin turn back to the two of you. “Look at what you're doing! Look at what you're doing to your wife and child, what you're doing to Obi-wan, to me. If We will not stand by your side and watch you destroy everything you cared about!” you spat, anger heavy on your tongue,

“If you're not with me, then you're my enemy.” he said, raising his hand again. You felt a tight pressure around your neck as you gasped, you glared at him as you quickly put up the mental barrier from Anakin. He dropped you after a moment, your hand coming up to your neck as you felt the blood rush under and feeling a bruise begin to form.

“Only a Sith deals in absolutes.” Obi-wan said, dread and anger lacing in his voice. “I will do as I must.”

The sound of lightsabers activating made you scoot yourself and Padme to a safer distance. Obi-wan stood tall with his saber at his side. The blue hue makes a stark contrast compared to the red and orange surroundings.

“You will try.” Anakin said, turning on his lightsaber.

The fight started before you could even blink, the two blue sabers clash against each other as they slowly backed away from you, moving into the building.

You took the chance to quickly pick up Padme and run her back into the ship, you quickly place Padme in the medbay before you run out to the head of the ship.

“C-3PO, please go watch over Padme.” you asked, as you quickly grabbed the coms and input the code to a former senator you once guarded and a friend of Padme and the Jedi as a whole.

“Senator Organa?” you called out, as you searched for a pair of Macrobinalurs. “Bail? This is Master y/n please make contact.” you said, as you pulled open a hatch and found a pair of macrobinoculars. You hovered it over your eyes and you could see a huge explosion of lava and part of the metal rig melt off into the river of lava you zoomed in closer as you saw flicks of blue. You swallowed back bile at the sight of the two men in such danger.

You heard the hologram crackle before Senator Organa appeared in front of you.

“Master y/n? Are you still there?” Bail called out, you looked away from the scene playing in front of you and looked at the hologram.

“Bail, you're the only person I can trust right now, and I know you're friends with Padme. Anakin Skywalker has turned to the darkside and choked her, she's still alive but…” you paused for a moment. “Something is off and I need to get her medical attention.”

“I'm in the outer rim, on a planet called Polis Massa. We have Master Yoda here as well and will be safe for you to come too, I'll send you the coordinates.” he said,

“Thank you, I'm waiting for Master Kenobi to finish his confrontation with Skywalker but we will be there as soon as we can.” You said, you turned off the comm before he could reply as you lifted the binoculars to your eyes again, but quickly cursed once you saw that both of the men were too far away from your sight.

You brought your knees to your chest on the pilot chair as you stared out the window, you wished you pushed harder to go fight Anakin with him, providing back up so Anakin didn't shove him in lava or stab him in the chest.

Anger was the emotion you were expecting the least as you waited for Obi-wan, you were angry over someone trying to kill you, losing fellow jedi, losing Anakin, and possibly Obi-wan now. You tried to meditate to relieve yourself from the simmering anger, you were scared now if you were being honest, Anakin fell so quickly to the dark side. You were afraid if you even acknowledged the emotions you felt now you would suddenly become a sith.

“Trust in the force.” you murmed to yourself, then embraced the feeling. You knew the force wouldn't hurt you, being intune with it since you were a child it felt like home after a long mission, it felt safe.

And that was all you can ask for at this time.

An hour had passed since then, if Obi-wan had died you aren't sure how long you would wait before you left, the thought alone had made you stand up and walk down the ramp. You knew Obi-wan's cloak was still on the ground and all you wanted was to hold something of him. Your own cloak was off including your tunic, the heat was insufferable but when you see the brown fabric rumpled on the ramp you slid it on without a second thought.

You crossed your arms over each other as you watched the lava down below, the hissing of magma was the sound you heard for a long time.

Until, you his R2-D2 beep excitedly, you turned around quickly and froze.

Obi-wan appeared from the hall, covered soot and clothes filled with burn holes, but he seemed rather unharmed. He froze when he saw you standing there, his eyes tired and bloodshot.

“Anakin..is he..?” you asked quietly, Obi-wan looked down and you saw his body began to shake. You ran forward and slammed your bodys together, both of you gripping each other like a lifeline. You could feel tears drip down your neck from where Obi-wan had burrowed his face. Your face tucked into the crook of his neck, positive your tears were dripping onto him. Your hand sprawled over the expanse of his back while his hand was embedded in your hair. You would do anything to forget how hard his hands trembled that moment.

Your heart ached for Anakin, for the boy you saw as a brother or even a son but your heart also ached for Padme and Obi-wan.

“Are you injured?” you asked, your voice cracking as you placed a gentle hand on his face. The hair of his beard tickles the skin of your fingers as you turn his face at different angles searching for damage.

“No, I'm okay.” he murmured, his blue orbs scanning over you as well. You pushed the sweat slicked hair away from his eyes so he can see better. His eyes landed on the dark bruise on your neck, his hand came to graze over the abused skin.

“Master y/n, Master Kenobi.” C-3PO called out from the ramp, you turned around as looked at the droid. “Let's hurry and leave this dreadful place.”

You and Obi-wan walked onboard the ship, R2D2 following closely behind as the ramp closed behind you. You walked Obi-wan to where Padme was, leaning on the door frame as you watched him put a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him.

“Obi-wan? Is Anakin alright?”

He placed his hand on her cheek as her eyes closed again, he looked over at you in worry.

“I contacted Senator Organa while you were gone, he's on Polis Massa with Yoda. we're going to take her there for a check up and to figure out what we're doing next.” you explained, holding out your hand. He sighed as he grabbed your hand, allowing you to guide him to the passenger seat as you planted yourself into the pilot seat, flicking on controls and imputing the coordinates you were sent, eager to leave this planet as fast as you can.

As you flew the ship out of the atmosphere you could see Obi-wan cover his face, you frowned before you went into hyperdrive, allowing the plane to do the work for a moment. You turned the chair you were in until it looked at the tired man head on.

“What happened out there?” you asked, although you didn't want to know. But knowing Obi-wan, he would let this sit for years and you couldn't let that happen.

“I-” he began before he sighed, looking over to you.

You were confused on why he went silent before you flinched back in your seat, visions of fire and lava flashing in your eyes, you saw Anakin and Obi-wan fighting on the river as clashes of lightsabers echoed in your ears. the vision shifted to seeing Anakin's legs getting cut off and his screams of pain rattled in your brain.

“I Hate you!” Anakin bellowed, Obi-wan's face was twisted in anguish.

“You were my brother Anakin, I loved you!”

The last thing you saw before Obi-wan cut off the connection was Anakin's body burning alive as he kneeled down and grabbed his little brother's lightsaber.

Once the vision was gone you let out the breath you were holding as you looked back at obi-wan, you hand shot forward and gripped his tight to ground yourself to the present.

“I'm sorry,” he apologized. “I just couldn't say the words.”

“No” you said after a minute of calming down. “Don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just startling to see.” you swallowed before you spoke again. “You kept his lightsaber?”

Obi-wan nodded before pulling out the weapon and carefully handing it to you, your fingers grazed the handle and just held it for a moment before giving it back to Obi-wan.

A beeping made you jump, realizing you made it to your destination, you looked over at C3-PO and asked him to land the ship.

You stood up and walked to the small area you had taken off your tunic earlier, you grabbed the dark brown tunic and slid it on. Your hand wrapping and tying the material quickly after years of practice before you went back to meet up with Obi-wan.

You let Obi-wan grab Padme as you walk down the ramp greeting Bail, obi-wan close behind you as the senator leads you to the medical center.

~~~~~

You, Obi-wan, Yoda, bail, C3-PO, and R2D2, watched Padme's unconscious form as the medical droid scanned her. Your hand gripping Obi-wan's hand as you watched in silence. It only took the droids a few minutes before one appeared from the door.

“Medically, she's completely healthy.” the droid said, you sighed in relief. “But for reasons we can't explain, we are losing her.” He finished, you looked at him in shock.

“She's dying?” Obi-wan said in shock.

“We don't know why, she has lost the will to live and we need to operate quickly if we are to save the babies.”

You and obi-wan halted at that, your grip in his hand going loose as you looked at the droid in surprise.

“Babies?” you said.

“She's carrying twins.” the droid confirmed.

Obi-wan moved away from your touch as he moved closer to the glass pane, watching padme closely as he stroked his beard. A habit youve seen from him many times in the last few years.

So you waited until she woke up, you and Obi-wan rushing into the room and joining her on each side of Padme's head. Her sobbing and whimpering echoed around the room, the sound making you wince as the first baby was delivered. The sound of a baby crying quickly filled the air as the baby was handed off to Obi-wan, who held the baby with such care as he leaned down and showed his face to his mother.

“Luke.” she said softly, her voice weak and quiet for a few moments before she grunted, her voice horse from screams. You watched as tears pooled in the corner of her eyes. Reaching forward you dabbed away the tears.

“You got this Padme, just keep breathing.” you murmured, your voice soft as she gripped your hand. The sound of the second baby's cries appeared once more as the robot said something you didn't understand.

“It's a girl.” Obi-wan announced as the droid handed you the little girl, you kneeled down and showed her face to the woman.

“Leia” Padme sighed.

You smiled at the name.

“It's beautiful, both of them are.” you said.

Padme began to breathe heavily, as if she was struggling to get air into her lungs. You and obi-wan shared a concerned glance.

“Obi-wan, y/n?” Padme gasped and you nodded, shifting Leia into one arm as you grabbed her hand again.

“There's good in him…I know-I know there's still-” Padme started out before she stopped talking and the hand in your hand went limp. Your teeth clamped down on your lip as tears welled in your eyes once again and as if the two small babies in you and obi-wans arms knew, they both began to cry.

~~~~~~

Inside one of the meeting rooms of Building in Naboo. You, Obi-wan, Bail, and Yoda sat at a large table. You had your arms crossed tightly around your body as you sat next to Obi-wan, his hand rested on his chin as he stared blankly at the table in front of him.

“Hidden, safe the children must be kept.” Yoda said solemnly.

“We must take them somewhere where the sith won't sense their presence.” Obi-wan said.

Yoda hummed in thought.

“Split up, they should be.” Yoda decided.

You looked up, about to open your mouth to protest but it quickly died on your tongue. Keeping them together would give away more attention. and if one of them ends up to be force sensitive it would make matters worse.

“My wife and I will take the girl,” Basil said, “We've always talked about adopting a baby girl.” he said, a soft simile spreading on his face. “She will be loved with us.”

“And what of the boy?” you asked, yoda turned to you.

“To tatooine. His family send him.” Yoda said.

Obi-wan was silent for a moment before he spoke.

“I will take the child and watch over him.”

You looked over in shock, slightly offended at him leaving you out.

“No,” you said sternly. All three men looked at you. “We,” you said with emphasis. “We will take the child and watch over him.” you said, avoiding Obi-wan's gaze.

Yoda just nodded.

“Until the time is right, disappear we will.” he said as you all stood up and bowed.

You walked out, only stopping for a moment when Yoda called to Obi-wan to hang back. Giving them their space you waited out in the hall, you kept your eyes on the floor until you saw Basil walk out, with baby Leia in his arms.

He walked up to you and gave you a kind smile.

“Can I?” you asked, pointing to the baby. Basil chuckled and placed the baby in your arms.

You stared into her eyes as she gurgled and cooed at you and you let out a wet laugh.

“It's disturbing how much you look like your mother already little one,” you said softly, your hand rubbing at the soft skin of her head. “You are going to a great family, but I need you to promise one thing.” you whispered to the baby, not noticing Obi-wan step out of the room.

“Be kind and intelligent like your mother,” you said, your voice getting choked up. “And be loyal and passionate like your father was.”

“And most importantly,” you whispered into her ear. “Never be apologetic for who you are, wear your flaws and strengths with pride.”

You didnt care what anyone told you, after everything you've been through with Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala, those two little kids freshly embraced by the world will always be your niece and nephew in your heart.

You kissed Leia's head before you handed her back to Bail, wiping your tears away as you looked at the senator.

“Safe travels, senator Organa.” you said softly, holding out your hand. Bail smiled and gripped your hand tight and shook it.

“You as well, Master.” he said before he turned to Obi-wan who simply shook his hand. You leaned back against the wall as Obi-wan looked at you. You didn't lean away when he raised his hand to wipe away the wetness on your cheeks,

“Why are you coming with me? You don't deserve a life like that.” he said, concern and guilt evident in his voice

“Either way Obi-wan, I'm going to be hunted,” you said bluntly. “I'm doing it for those two babies so they are safe from the empire, but i'm doing it for us too so we can be together because we deserve each other.” you whispered hoarsely, your brows furrowed as you placed a hand on his chest. “I don't care where it takes me, I'll be okay as long as we do it together.”

Obi-wan watched you with soft eyes before he nodded.

“For them.” Obi-wan said, placing a hand over the one you rested on his chest.

You squeezed his hand tightly.

“For us.” you smiled sadly.

~~~~~~~

The heat on Tatooine was much better compared to Mustafar but it still had you sweating under your robes as you watched the sunset in front of you. The two suns give the dry earth around you a pink hue as Obi-wan gave baby Luke to Owen and Beru Lars.

You watched the younger woman gently cradle Luke as she ran over to her husband, the two of them admiring the sunset and their new family member.

Obi-wan turned to look from where you sat on the Eopie, he looked naked with the lightsaber he used for so long no longer strapped to his side. Your hand grazed your own side and longed for your own saber as well. You and Obi-wan decided to bury your lightsabers in the sand with Anakins, a sad symbol of the end of a life you once knew.

You knew deep down a lightsaber didn't determine if you were a Jedi or not, you knew you were and Your trust in the force and the light side would guide you along the way.

Cold metal resting on your finger reminded you of a new symbol, of something new and safe as Obi-wan grabbed your hand. You smiled at the ring on his hand pressing into your wrist as you hauled him up on the large animal.

Exile did suck but knowing you were with someone you loved made the sacrifices tolerable

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There’s Only Legacies Burning | O.K.

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Guys, truthfully, I am not okay after watching that episode. It sucked for me. I'm not someone who usually reacts to TV and what tv shows bring because I'm aware it's not real, but this episode felt so real it made me physically nauseous despite how excellent it was.

spoilers for Kenobi 1x03. let me know if I should write for him again!

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He can't breathe. Everything is encompassed by fire, and he can't breathe.

Part of him knew that this day was going to be coming. Even if he hadn't been entirely aware that Darth Vader was walking around in the body of his former Padawan, Obi-Wan knew that he would have to face the main who had essentially brought the galaxy to ruin.

It didn't mean he couldn't try to run from it.

Leia and Tala and yourself were safe. He was more then okay with being the diversion if it meant you and Leia got back to Alderaan. He had accepted Death as a gift a long time ago. This would be okay. He would be okay.

Because wasn't he always? People knew him as Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Master of Soresu and a Jedi so steeped in the Light Side that he practically embodied it.

The war he wasn't even supposed to be fighting in just kept taking and taking and taking. Jedi were not soldiers. They were never meant to be soldiers, and yet the Dark Lord of the Sith had orchestrated an entire war that had inevitably led to their downfall. He had lost, time and time again. Lost Qui-Gon, lost to Maul, lost Satine, lost Ahsoka and Anakin... he was so used to losing things, losing people, that he seemed to have forgotten what it was like to succeed. To win.

If only The Great Negotiator of Yesterday could see him now...

He had lost. They had lost. What was the point of fighting, of trying to be someone of a long-dead era, when there was nothing left to fight for? What was the point of trying to stay loyal to the Light when the whole galaxy was encased in darkness and death?

He looks at Leia's face and sees it then, just moments before they part. The reason why he's decided to do this. Hope. Joy. The promise of a future.

But when he looks at you? There is all of the love he feels as if he has been deprived of. Loving you, being with you, is like replenishing the air that has been snatched from his lungs and granting him the ability to remember what it's like to properly breathe again.

When he looks at you, the embers of the man who compose Obi-Wan Kenobi begin to grow stronger, and the pieces are slowly put back together by the capable hands of someone who has always held his heart.

It's a shame that he will now die without it.

"Now you will suffer, Obi-Wan. Your pain has only just begun.”

It’s fitting, now that he thinks about it. Even if Anakin always did have a flare for the dramatic. Obi-Wan had left him in the prime of his suffering and his rage when he’d departed from his brother’s burning body on the banks of Mustafar. Those fires had burnt away what little remained of Anakin Skywalker and had birthed Darth Vader.

These fires will burn away the last of Obi-Wan and birth Ben.

The fire goes out for a miraculous reprieve, but Obi-Wan finds himself unable to move very well knowing that he’s failed his mission. Again. He failed you, and he failed Anakin, and he failed Ahsoka and Luke and Leia and Cody-

“Bring him to me.”

Somewhere in the distance he hears a cry from a stormtrooper - a failed attempt to recreate the soldiers that the clones had once been to the republic - as a teal lightsaber flies out of the darkness in a wide arc around Vader that seemingly takes out every single trooper who had been looking to kill him.

Vader tilts his head. He clearly wasn’t counting on you, emerging from the dark right in between himself and Obi-Wan.

Your saber flies back into your hand to be gripped by white knuckles.

“I believe you’re trying to take something that doesn’t belong to you, chaak’ar. You don’t get to have Obi-Wan.” You tilt your head to the side in a manner that just screams threatening. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Vader is not amused. “Your devotion to the Light is futile. Your anger and your bitterness would have made you a fantastic Sith apprentice. If only you had seen it sooner, then you would not have suffered the fate of falling in love with the man who made me this.” Vader replied.

You rolled your eyes. Even if this.. thing... had taken over Anakin’s body, he still had the ability to somehow make everything seem much more dramatic by making it about himself.

“I’ve heard enough of your lies. You were the one who failed. Failed me, failed him,” You point behind you at the ground where Obi-Wan lays. “I came into Anakin’s life too late. I know that. Despite that, when we loved him time and time again, loving him then and loving him now only made us weak.” You loosen the grip on the hilt of your blade and eye the machine in the corner, in which you most definitely intend to use the opportunity of an explosion to slip away into the night. “Goodbye, Lord Vader.”

Your saber flies toward the panel, and Tala watches as you and NED bend down to scoop Obi-Wan up while fleeing under the cover of night fall, leaving Lord Vader to watch the flames dissipate before him.

His time will come.

***

“Are you sure you have it handled?”

“Yes. Just give me the medkit and bacta patches... Thank you. Now go get a handle on Leia. Now.”

Obi-Wan slowly begins to stir, groaning lowly in his throat as his eyes slowly flutter open. The three of you have taken shelter - where, he doesn’t know - but the dim light only provides him just enough ability to see the concern pressed into your aspect above him.

He swallows, which feels like the equivalent of swallowing gallons of sand, and speaks, “Darling-”

“Shhhhhhh.” Your fingertips circles his temples where his head rests on your lap. Obi-Wan softens and leans into your touch almost instinctively, seeking the safety and the love that practically bleeds from your force signature as you hold him in your embrace. “I’m right here. Be still, my love. I’m still working on healing your burns.”

Ah. Ten years ago, he would’ve bristled at the thought of healers - much less being touched by one - but you had proven to him that he would and could allow himself to be vulnerable enough, to be human enough to put himself first and seek out the care he needs. He’d never been told he could put himself first. That his needs mattered as much as anyone else's.

Not until you.

“How-How is she? How is Leia?”

You hush him quietly and move your fingers to his arms. His arms that are searing with pain from his injuries, barely able to be moved but screaming in protest when he tries to sit up to look for the girl. “She’ll arrive soon. Tala has gone for her.” You murmur, pressing your palm to his forehead to ease his head back into your lap.

Several more minutes pass as you continue to work on healing Obi-Wan’s injuries with The Force. They’re not as bad as what the lava had inflicted on Anakin, but they’re bad enough that he whimpers when you apply too much pressure or when the skin begins to mend itself again.

The silence has enveloped you both in a way that is intimately familiar when he whispers, almost shamefully, “He wanted me to die. He... that was Anakin, and he wanted me to die.”

Tears prick the back of your eyes as he rubs the heels of his hands against his own. He doesn’t deserve this. Doesn’t deserve to feel this all-encompassing pain that would have surely drowned him by now had he not had you to anchor himself to.

He deserved that. He at least deserved sanctuary when he continuously fell at the altar of sacrifice. That was all he’d done in the time you’d known him. Sacrifice.

No more.

Carefully wrapping your arms around his middle, you brace your feet against the bottom of the cot and scoot backward until your back is against the wall and Obi-Wan’s head is turned in the crook of your neck. He is a solid and steady weight against your chest.

“I want you to listen to me, okay?” You whisper. He nods uneasily and braces shaking hands against your hips under your tunic, using the warmth of your skin and the steady thrum of your heartbeat to calm himself. He’d been doing that more and more as the years came and went and the nightmares grew progressively worse. “I know you and I met so late in the war. We met too late for me to have a real impact on those closest to you, for me to be able to have made an effect enough to have some kind of impact on Anakin. Fate was against me from the start... but The Force, in all that pain and all that anguish, led me to you.” His breath puffs softly against the column of your neck as he listens to you. “Anakin’s legacy is in everything in this galaxy. The clone veteran we saw in the faded 501st armor? What happened to all of those brothers, to-” You swallow bile in your throat at the thought of Cody. He hadn’t deserved that. “Him... that’s on Anakin. The younglings and the Masters and Ahsoka.. those are all of him. His legacy is burning, Obi-Wan.” You tilt your chin to where his head rests and press your nose into his hair. “I don’t think it’ll ever stop. But you know what’s true.. even in the midst of all of this?”

“Hm?”

His fingers tighten their hold on you as you kiss his temple, then his jaw, and the sound he makes when you tilt his head up to meet weary blue eyes makes your heart clench in your chest. “I love you.” You murmur. Those weary blue eyes fill with tears that drip onto soot stained cheeks as your foreheads meet.

And for that sole second of time that you’re tucked into the corner of some room on some distant planet, Obi-Wan Kenobi finds himself thankful that he’s made all of those sacrifices over his agonizing life.

If it would lead him to you.. the pain, the misery, the crippling loneliness... it would always be worth it.

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