#seraphine kharis

[a-dorin]

celebrating you

pairing: seraphine kharis x obi-wan kenobi

word count: 1.809k

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, two dumbasses not realizing that they're in love with one another, cursing here and there, references to war and violence, a bit of a spicy moment. oh, also some oc lore

a/n: hi, this is a little bit of a gift for my bestie, @xcertaindarkthingsx you deserve nothing but good days in the year to come. here's to a twenty-one years around the sun <3 (i would really recommend checking out her fics. she's an amazing writer & the loveliest person you'll ever meet)

"and where are you running off to?"

a figure, swathed by an inky black cloak swiveled, her brow furrowing, lips parting ever so slightly, "i have a few errands to run, master kenobi. i believe that you have better things to do than hovering around, bothering me."

"do i bother you, master kharis?" obi-wan kenobi's lips lifted into a smug smirk, those crystalline blue eyes practically piercing through her tough exterior, "if i recall--"

"the council meeting has been adjourned," a new voice cut in, stern and brittle, "do you two really need to gossip about it in the halls of the temple?"

obi-wan exhaled, gritting his teeth, "my deepest apologies, master windu. we were discussing an important matter, regarding another jedi."

"the only jedi you need to be concerned with is your own padawan, master kenobi," mace windu's lips curled into sneer, the jedi master shaking his head, "anakin skywalker got into another brawl with one of the senior padawans. master yoda informed me of the matter as the meeting drew to a close."

obi-wan's eyes widened, "maker. i'll see right to it."

yet, the older jedi lingered, folding his arms across his chest. obi-wan could sense the apprehension in master windu's force signature, how there was a burning question running rampant through his skull.

"i believe you have a question for us, master windu," thank the maker. seraphine's cool tone flooded obi-wan's ears, "please, do ask."

"you weren't," master windu cleared his throat, shifting uneasily, "were the two of you discussing august moor's potential whereabouts?"

obi-wan wasn't even aware of the shock that plagued his features the moment the query fell from master windu's mouth. his mouth stood agape, eyes wide, nearly speechless.

august moor.

that was a name that was not spoken by the jedi order for a long time. nearly a decade. obi'wan's line of sight flickered over to seraphine, whose expression was nearly unreadable. she was solemn, almost.. melancholy.

inhaling a sharp breath, seraphine's eyes drifted downwards, not even meeting master windu's inquiring stare.

"no. we were not. i haven't heard from her in a very long time. it could've been months ago. perhaps even a year. the only hope i cling onto is that she is still alive. i can feel it, through the force."

"i am aware of your friendship with her," master windu let out a weary sigh, "she was a good friend of mine. there was a time in which i thought about taking in her in as my own padawan during her younger years. i see her as one of -- my deepest apologies for the sudden question. i will leave you two to go about your day. may the force be with you."

"may the force be with you." their response was in unison, seraphine's voice significantly softer than obi-wan's. in the light, obi-wan swore he could see the glitter in her eyes.

the threat of a tear.

"you're not supposed to cry on a day like this," obi-wan's words were soft, in a vain attempt to uplift her spirits, "i have an idea. i was going to give you a proposal of this said idea until master windu kindly interrupted us."

her lower lip twitched, curving into a meek smile, "and what is your grand idea, obi-wan kenobi?"

his hand fluttered, hovering a bit close to hers. should he? no. he shouldn't. not here. not now.

"we should go to dex's diner. i'm sure he would love to see us. who knows, you may get a free slice of cake. it is your day of birth--"

"you know how i am about today," her voice was eerily quiet, "it's nothing special. there's no need to celebrate."

"no," obi-wan's jaw clenched, "we're going to celebrate, seraphine. we're going to celebrate you. today is your day. your special day."

he could see it plain as day in her eyes. her inner turmoil. part of her was begging to stand her ground, to argue that she was a nobody. that today was just like any other ordinary day. however, the other part was intrigued, eager to go along with this "plan."

"i will say it is hard to argue with you," seraphine's eyes squeezed shut, a hand connecting with his forearm. obi-wan stiffened at the sudden gesture, recoiling in his robes.

"but i wouldn't be able to say no if i was offered a slice of cake. i'm sure dex would also be more than eager to fill my plate with extra portions. is anyone else coming with or is it just going to be us?"

"for once," his mind buzzed, scrambling to decide if he needed to drag anakin along or if he could lock him in his quarters for the rest of the night.

after all, this was anakin's eighteenth fuck-up of the week.

no.

there was this yearning burning through him, filling him to the brim.

he longed to spend just a few hours with seraphine, not under the watchful eyes of other jedi. and if his pain in the ass wasn't there to potentially create chaos, then that would be even better.

perhaps he could do with one less grey hair tonight.

"it's going to be the two of us. no one else."

seraphine's brow arched, her smile broadening into a dazzling grin, "hmm, is this a date?"

"a d-date?" obi-wan nearly choked on his own spit, "uh -- would you like it to be?"

he could sense her own embarrassment as she clamped down on her tongue, "um -- maybe we could just go."

"another grand idea," obi-wan coughed, "we could go to a few clubs. grab some drinks--"

"it's settled. we're going to dex's."

after all, there was no arguing with her.

especially when they were going to be celebrating her.

or at least, he was.

seraphine kharis was a woman to be celebrated. stars, obi-wan could celebrate her every day if he could. there were just so many reasons to. at least, to him.

the rest of the day dragged. hours seemed to pass dreadfully and painfully slow, as obi-wan had to lecture anakin that fists were not proper conflict resolution. there was also the battle of whether anakin got to come along or not. according to the padawan, his company was essential in order to "keep his master from committing acts that should not be conducted in a public diner."

maker, that child was a headache.

and boy, did obi-wan's temple ache as he trudged his way down the corridor, pausing briefly at the beige door of seraphine's quarters. his knock was light, barely tapping against the surface.

yet, there was she was, running a comb through her locks as she welcomed him in, "oh, you're earlier than i thought. anakin didn't put up much of a fight, did he?"

as obi-wan stepped into the room, a jingle in the pocket of his trousers piqued seraphine's interest, "that wasn't your lightsaber."

shit. she wasn't supposed to hear.

not now.

in a quaint cream colored box, sat three charms. pieces to add to any jewelry of her desire. she could even braid them to the hilt of her lightsaber if she wanted.

"it's --" there was no use. whatever lie that would slip off his tongue, she wouldn't believe. she could see right through him.

she always could, with such ease and grace.

and gods, did he love her for that.

"let me see," seraphine crossed over to him, only urging him to reveal the gift in his pocket.

"i know you said not to get you anything," he began, fingers wrapping around the box, "i was wandering the markets one day, and i noticed a vendor that was right up your alley."

"obi-wan," his name was nearly breathless as he slipped the box in her hands, "you really didn't have to."

"please," he murmured, "open it."

there was no hesitation, fingers swiftly opening the tiny package. one by one, she pulled the charms out, wonder filling her gaze.

one was a crescent moon, glittering a clear hue, almost iridescent. seraphine loved the night, always begging him to join her in stargazing or watching the phases of the moons shift. he adored those moments with her, as he found himself recalling the fond memories quite frequently.

the other was a simple bead, one reminiscent of her home world. it was carved into the shape of one of her tattoos, the crystal a navy color, almost like the sky at midnight.

it was an homage to the only way of life she had ever known before she joined the order. a reminder of the lore, culture, and other pieces that made seraphine.. seraphine. that molded her into the beautiful woman obi-wan had grown to cherish.

the final charm was a star, a bright and fiery crimson. gods, did she always shine so brilliantly whenever she walked into a room, always catching his eye. and she was sure fiery, banter flying hot off her tongue. she could stand her ground, and obi-wan was well aware of that.

"they're beautiful," seraphine's words were broken, tears beginning to spill down her cheeks, "oh obi-wan, you didn't have to--"

"i wanted to." his hands wrapped around her wrists, "i wanted to express my affection and gratitude. without you, my life would be empty. seraphine kharis, you are meant to be celebrated. not only today, but every day after. i can promise you that."

a giggle bubbled up in her throat, "you can be quite the sap, obi-wan kenobi."

"on rare occasions," he found himself chuckling, "now, would you care to join me in celebrating you at dex's diner?"

there was a shine in her eyes that obi-wan had never seen before. it was gorgeous, warm and bursting with joy. it gave her this brilliance, this dazzling beauty.

"yes, obi-wan. i will join you."

in that moment, obi-wan's heart spiraled, this cozy sensation seeping into his chest as she quickly placed the charms on her bedside table. she nearly tripped over her covers as she returned to his side, linking her elbow with his, resting her head on his shoulder for a brief second.

"thank you, obi-wan kenobi. this has been the best day."

oh, how she was so completely unaware of the immense love he felt in that moment.

"seraphine kharis, it's my promise to you that i will make this day so special for you. now, and in the many years to come. no matter where we stand, or who we are with. i will make that promise."

and how he was going to keep that promise.

he was sure of it.

after all, obi-wan was a man of his word.

#obi wan #obi wan kenobi #seraphine #seraphine kharis #star wars #tcw #star wars fic #star wars fanfiction #obi wan fluff #obi wan kenobi fluff

[xcertaindarkthingsx]

meet seraphine kharis!

hey y’all!!! so i finally got my oc commisioned and i wanted to share her with you guys ♥️ she’s my pride and joy and in a fic i’ve been writing for awhile and i plan to post soon. if you’d like to be tagged pls let me know!

but for now, here she is!! and a bunch of things about her below the pic. i plan on posting some of her concept boards soon to go more in depth (her tattoos/markings, her homeworld since i made that up too) but i’d love to hear any questions/comments you guys have 😊 hope y’all like her and i’d love to hear about your ocs too!

art credit goes to @/birdy.sketches on insta (please check her out, she’s amazing)

name: seraphine kharis

born: 51 bby (19 in tpm, 29 in aotc, and 32 in rots)

key era: prequels/the clone wars

species: humanoid

homeworld: eridani – aquilae system

hair: deep purple, usually wears it half up/half down with a silver chain braided in

eyes: dark brown with flecks of gold

markings/tattoos: has a TON of marking and tattoos all over, some she was born with and others were tattooed on her throughout the years (common in the culture she grew up in, they have a lot of meaning)

height: 5’5”

outfit: dark grayish with an added accent of maroon sometimes

master: plo koon

rank: jedi knight (refused to take a padwan, so she never became a master)

force abilities: she’s strong in the force, after years of intense training and practice.  intense training was necessary, as she’s able to greatly sense other’s emotions and intentions and it can become overwhelming for her.  her abilities are strongly tied to her emotions and it was clear from a young age she could have gone either way, so she had multiple strong teachers. being so in tune with her emotions as well as others leaves her vulnerable to the dark side, but she constantly keeps her guard up.  occasionally has visions and has a touch of psychometry skills (but nowhere near as intense as quinlan’s).  known for studying and being able to use battle meditation (like bastila shan) during her time as a general.

fighting style: vapaad.  mace was reluctant to undertake another vapaad student but when he saw how serious/disciplined she was about controlling her dark tendencies, he obliged. fights in ataru when she doesn’t want to go all out, and enjoys fighting jar’kai when the situation arises    

saber: her first saber was blue, but she lost it during a particularly rough mission (that resulted in her getting knighted early).  she finds her new kyber crystal just before they leave the planet.  after her knighting she constructs her new saber, and it’s a purple with an elegant hilt. it was significant to her, as it established her tendency to use both sides of the force.    

personality:  she’s a quiet storm; shy when you first meet her and others are sometimes put off because of her serious demeanor at first, but that quickly melts away as she gets comfortable with you.  struggles with insecurities.  emotional and feels things very intensely; she struggles to keep it in check and often resorting to just burying her feelings.  attachment is her biggest weakness because she loves those who are close to her very fiercely, but believes it’s not horrible to have such feelings and that she knows where to draw the line.  acts like a big goof ball with the people she’s close to  

family: her parents were extremely neglectful towards her even as a child, so she was taken in by another family after becoming close with their daughter, lexa.  lexa and her were not blood-related, but they were like sisters.  she was discovered and taken to the temple at 4 years old.  

relationships:  shares a force bond with obi-wan kenobi, the two have been extremely close since they were younglings, but the bond developed after the rough (near-death) mission mentioned earlier.  she has strong romantic feelings towards him, ones she’s had to hide for forever.  loves anakin like a little brother and ahsoka like a little sister.  was extremely close to qui-gon before he passed because he was partially responsible for bringing her to the temple and because he often validated the different views she had of the council/order when growing up.  close with plo koon as well since he was the other responsible for bringing her to the temple (they found her together) and because he trained her how to properly utilize/control her abilities, even if it meant dabbling in the dark side (which he had a history of).  looked at them like father figures and the two guided her into the woman she was today. even though she trained under mace as well, she has a cordial, more professional relationship with him. becomes best friends with padme.  still has a close relationship with her sister lexa because plo often let her visit her homeworld.  close friends with aayla, quinlan, bant, nejaa, and kit.  her and quinlan often got together for ah, “stress relief”

command: shares command of the 104th battalion with plo koon, and later co-leads clone force 99 on the side with commander cody. loves every single one of her troopers, sees them all as close friends and was particularly close with rex, cody, wolffe, hunter, and blackout (oc).  

#i'm literally crying bc it's so nice to finally see her all drawn out and everything #literally my pride and joy #i am both excited and nervous about putting her out there #i'm editing and putting the final touches on my fic too #send me asks about ur ocs!!! i would love to hear about them #star wars oc #my oc #star wars #seraphine kharis #star wars art #certaindark speaks into the void

[a-dorin]

i know we scream about our OCs to each other 24/7 but idc 🖊 for my love august moor <3 give me absolutely ANYTHING!! it can be random or (maybe something cute about her and seraphine hehe)

you already know which hc i’m going to talk about bb :’))

when august left the order for the first time, when she was only nineteen, she gave a piece of herself to seraphine. it was a plain pair of earrings, worn by august’s mother on her wedding night. 

before she gives seraphine one final goodbye, she places the earrings in her palm and says, “here, because i want you to always have a piece of me.” 

brb i am going to cry over these two besties </3 

#august moor #seraphine kharis #jedi oc #star wars oc

[xcertaindarkthingsx]

chapter 1 - reunion

a/n: hi everyone :) this is my first time posting my writing on here and writing for star wars in general, i hope you like it!  it’s going to be a series.  feel free to leave any comments or constructive criticism, it’s greatly appreciated.  if you’d prefer to read on ao3 you can do so here

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x oc (you can learn more about her here)

warnings: none for this chapter, i think.  just some fluff and two people checking each other out haha

word count: 4.162k

tag list: @a-dorin if you’d like to be tagged, feel free to message me :)

Fingers fidgeted, twisting a lock of hair over and over again.  Nerves began to creep up on the Jedi, but the steady rumble and thrum of the Republic cruiser helped keep them at bay.  

“You’re nervous,” her companion, Cordé, stated. Seraphine turned to face her; their faces bathed in the soft, blue light of hyperspace.  She was right of course, but there was no way in hell Seraphine was going to admit it.  

“Am I?” she tried to play cheeky but the waver in her voice betrayed her.  Kriff, she thought.  

“I can’t imagine why; you haven’t any bad blood with anyone there.  Unless,” Cordé paused, “this has something to do with a certain Jedi Master you left behind,” adding an arched brow and a smirk.  Seraphine shot her best murderous glare towards her friend before wrapping herself tighter in her robes.  An old habit from when she was a youngling.

“Oh, please,” she enunciated with an eyeroll. “It’s not that it’s just… I wonder how different ‘home’ will be now.”  Home being the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, where she grew up.  

For the past 4, almost 5 years, Seraphine had been on a long-term undercover mission on Kessel, a lawless planet in the outer rim territories.  There, she met Cordé, and together they worked with locals and other Jedi stationed in nearby outposts to uncover and destroy an extensive trafficking ring. It was difficult, and they suffered great losses, but within 2 and a half years their mission was a success. Seraphine longed to return home, but instead decided to stay and deal with the fallout of their mission and further assist the victims.  

That quickly came to an end after the events on Geonosis.  When word broke out of the battle and upcoming war, a distress call was sent out to the far reaches of every system, warning every Jedi Temple of what was to come. Those who were able, or those originally from Coruscant, were to come as soon as possible to aid in the war effort.

Just a few days ago, Seraphine received her own transmission from Master Yoda and her old Master, Plo Koon.  They urged her to come back home and bring any extra hands if possible.  So, there they were, aboard a cruiser en route to Coruscant.  

Seraphine’s mind wandered to what she had left behind all those years ago.  Her friends— Aayla, Quinlan, Kit, Nejaa, Bant; her master and mentors.  Not to mention little Anakin training as a Padawan, and his master— Obi-Wan Kenobi.  Her closest friend, her partner in crime, and the most honorable man she knew.  His old master, Qui-Gon, had been partially responsible for bringing her to the Temple as a child.  They had grown up together on Coruscant; trained as Padawans, became Knighted within a few years of each other, and carried out plenty of adventurous missions before she left.  

Her heart skipped at the thought of him.   They had grown so close over time, and she realized too late that her feelings for him had turned into something forbidden, something they were sworn to deny.  

It was no secret to Obi-Wan that Seraphine didn’t fully agree with the way the Jedi Code was conducted, especially when it came to casting aside emotions and preventing attachments.  Her abilities within the Force made doing so very difficult. They had many spirited discussions with each other and their masters when they were younger.  Obi-Wan did not find it amusing how much Qui-Gon and her agreed on such sentiments at the time.  

Nevertheless, Seraphine never revealed how she felt about him.  How could she?  There was that whole situation with Satine, and more importantly— she knew what kind of man he was.  While he had his disagreements with the Council at times, he was fiercely loyal to the Order.  The probability of him reciprocating such intimate feelings for her just seemed impossible.

However, she knew how much he cared.  Obi-Wan had always done well in preventing emotions from clouding his actions in important situations, but that didn’t mean he was callous.    He was compassionate and cared deeply, and always made sure, in his own little way, to show it.  They entrusted each other with their lives.  

But Seraphine had grown weak and tired of burying herself away, so she did what she thought best: she ran away.  

Confessing that she was leaving was difficult.  While he tried to mask it, there was no denying the wave of hurt and disappointment that radiated from Obi-Wan.  There was no doubt that if he knew how big a part he really played in her departure that it would hurt him even more.  So when asked why, Seraphine held back, and he could tell.  Her failure to tell the whole truth had left a bit of a ridge in their relationship.  

They tried to keep in touch, but it became difficult when she went deep undercover, so their communications died out. Something sat heavy in Seraphine’s gut and chest, like a boulder, whenever she thought of him for too long. Guilt, her mind told her.  What you’re feeling is guilt.  It felt like she was losing a part of herself.  

Being so far away, she worried constantly for his wellbeing.  Regardless of how capable she knew he was.  But something ensured that if anything were to happen, she would feel it.

By some twisted form of fate, a Force Bond had developed between them during a mission they had carried out just before she was Knighted.  If one of them was in trouble, the other would know.  Seraphine wouldn’t trade it for the world, but it wasn’t the most convenient thing to possess when trying to hide her true feelings.  However, Master Plo’s teachings and training made reigning in her emotions doable.  To her, the pros outweighed the cons.  It was nice being able to reach out and feel Obi-Wan’s presence in the Force when she was missing him.  

She always wondered if he did the same.

Foolishly, she thought time would subdue her feelings. She was wrong.  All the kriffing training in the world couldn’t prepare her for being forced to face the very thing she’d been avoiding for years.              

It’s not that Seraphine didn’t want to see him, but she didn’t know if she could handle his reaction to her return. Resentment?  Would he even be on the platform when they landed? Insecurity seeded itself back into her mind, making her feel like the ugly duckling she always saw herself as when they were Padawans.  Seraphine buried her body deeper into her robes, painfully conscious of herself. Doubts continued in her mind in a torturous cycle until Cordé interrupted.

“We’re about to make the drop out of hyperspace. We’re here, Seraphine.

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Obi-Wan’s hands fidgeted with his forearm armor while he stood, waiting in the landing bay of the Jedi Temple.  His heartbeat thrummed in his ears as he began to pace, one hand absentmindedly stroking his beard.  

“You’re nervous,” Anakin pointed out to his former Master, amused.  He’d never seen him act like this.  

“I most certainly am not,” Obi-Wan insisted. He most certainly was, but there was no way in hell he was going to admit that to Anakin.

“Really, Master?  Cause’ I haven’t felt you this tense since—”

“Oh, don’t start.”

Obi-Wan believed he had every right to be nervous. In a few moments he’d be seeing his oldest friend, his closest friend— Seraphine.  They had grown up together, here at the Temple.  And while she was 6 years his junior, they had trained closely as Initiates and Padawans together, and she became Knighted just a few years after him.  She had been there for him during one of the most difficult times of their lives, when Qui-Gon had died.

They had been inseparable since they were younglings, so when she decided all those years ago to leave so abruptly, he couldn’t help but feel like he was losing a part of himself.  But he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, let it show.  He was aware there was more to why she left— their Force Bond had told him that much— but when he pressed her, she refused to disclose.  

She had been his rock in taking care of Anakin, and he’d been fearful of what would happen when she left.  It was difficult the first few months, and it didn’t help that his heart had suffered a blow as well.  Obi-Wan recognized his hurt reaction as indication of feelings he was not supposed to have, so he told himself it was truly for the best. Though, it was hard to get his heart on board with his head.  

They had tried to stay in touch when she had first left, but it quickly became difficult with their differing schedules, and almost impossible when she went deep undercover.  He worried for her but knew that if something bad happened he would feel it.  Once in a while, he would reach out in the Force just to feel a touch of her presence and make sure she was still there.  

He wondered if she ever did the same.  

News came around the Temple of her successful mission a few years later, and he remembered being incredibly proud.  As quiet as she was, Seraphine was also the fiercest person he knew, and it showed in all her actions.  Not only was he proud, he was excited.  A successful mission meant she’d be coming home soon.  

However, he was disappointed to find out she’d be staying out there for who knows how long, to clean up the fallout of the mission. Somehow that news hurt more than watching her leave, but he couldn’t be angry with her.  Most people go in, get the job done, and leave without any regard for the long-term consequences of their actions.  But Seraphine always took responsibility for her actions, good or bad. It was just the kind of person she was, and one of the many qualities he admired in her.

And now, he was finally getting what he’d been looking forward to all these years.  With the war looming over them, they were in dire need of assistance from any Jedi they could spare.  Not only that, he knew that her incredible skills would transfer over well to becoming a General for the Republic, and the Council knew it too.  Just a few days ago, Master Yoda and Plo Koon had reached out to her directly to come home.  He couldn’t bring himself to be in the briefing room when they called.  

“Why is he nervous?” Ahsoka whispered loudly to Anakin, interrupting Obi-Wan’s reminiscing.

“Oh, for the last time, I’m not nervous,” Obi-Wan insisted.  “It’s simply been a long time since I’ve seen her, she’s a dear friend.”  He reminded himself to keep a reign on his emotions.

“I have some memories of her, but they’re a bit fuzzy.  In bits and pieces,” Anakin murmured.  

“You knew her too?” Ahsoka questioned, trying to get as much information about this mystery woman that seemed to have Obi-Wan on edge.  Anakin nodded.

“She helped Obi-Wan take care of me when I first came to the Temple.  We’d always train out in the back courtyards, under that big blossom tree,” Anakin paused and chuckled.  “I’d sit and watch her sketch in her notebook, or she’d tell me all these crazy stories.”

The memory caused a burst of warmth in Obi-Wan’s chest; those days seemed so far away now.  He’d already heard all her crazy myths, legends she had buried her nose in or remembered from her homeworld and recited as a child, but he loved to listen to her retell them to his young Padawan.  His thoughts went to those very sketchbooks Anakin had mentioned, which were hidden away under his mattress, along with a small box of her belongings. She had given them to him as a sort of parting gift.  A promise; something for him to hold onto until she came back.

“So, why did she leave?” Ahsoka probed further.

“She left for that Kessel trafficking mission a few years ago,” the older Jedi responded.  The younger furrowed her brows, realizing it was something she’d learned in her classes.

“That was her?” Ahsoka was stunned.  “We’ve talked about her in our studies, she’s amazing.”

Obi-Wan smiled to himself.  “Yes, she is.”

Something about that mission sparked a faint memory in Ahsoka, something she’d read in an Archive file.  “Wait, didn’t the same girl destroy that sect of Black Knights that emerged a long time ago?”

The memory of that mission left a sour taste in Obi-Wan’s mouth.  He’d almost lost her that day.  He opened his mouth to respond but was quickly interrupted by Commander Cody’s voice crackling on his commlink.  

“General Kenobi, we’ve got an incoming ship from the east.  Looks like they’re here.”  Obi-Wan nodded at his Commander from across the platform, steeling his nerves as he watched the ship land.  

He held his breath as the hatch opened, watching two figures emerge.  Seraphine. He picked her out immediately as the one in front, knapsack hanging off her slight figure.  The one trailing behind must have been her friend that Master Yoda mentioned.  Obi-Wan urged himself to calm his emotions; stay cool and collected.  

That silly notion completely disappeared upon seeing her walk down the platform.

Oh, Maker, she was beautiful, he thought. Just like she had been the day she left, but things were a bit different now.  Her face had matured and while she always had a hardened demeanor, there was something else she wore on her face now.  A sort of defiance in her brow that wasn’t there before.  

Back then, Seraphine had buried herself in her Jedi robes like a security blanket.  Always trying to make herself smaller, quieter.  But now?  Obi-Wan was in awe at how much taller she stood on that platform.  Without even thinking, his eyes roved up and down her body. Her robes kept her somewhat obscured, but he could make out the new fabric underneath.  It was still modest, but he never remembered seeing so much of her skin before, especially her legs.  The thought made his face blaze and he quickly tried to think about anything else.  She mirrored Anakin in her dark colored wardrobe— not a traditional Jedi look but then again, she was not a traditional Jedi.  

He willed his eyes to shift their focus back to her face, noting how long her hair had grown.  When she had left, it was still short and choppy from her Knighting, when she had impulsively cut it along with her Padawan braid.  Now, it was long and flowing, like when they were younglings.  A silver circlet sat at the top of her head, attached to a chain that weaved into her violet locks and made her look like an angel, her namesake.  

Obi-Wan’s chest tightened as they got closer, and realized it was because he hadn’t taken a single breath since she stepped off the ship. Reminding himself to breathe, his eyes fell on the familiar swirl of tattoos on the edges of her face and down her neck.  Others often found her markings too striking, too stark of a contrast on her skin and features, but Obi-Wan always thought it suited her perfectly.  

He desperately tried to make out her expression, but her head was tilted towards Cody as she walked and talked.  Her presence was immediately soothing to him, a pulse of comfort in the Force, but there was a cloud of uncertainty that hung in the air.  Whether it was hers, or his own, he couldn’t tell.  Would she even be happy to see him?

Those thoughts dissipated when Seraphine finally looked away from Cody.  Obi-Wan watched as those golden brown eyes lit up and she broke into that wide, toothy smile of hers that always made him melt.  It was a smile that rivaled even Master Fisto’s trademark grin.  

His heart was in his throat, but he managed to smile back.  In the blink of an eye, the space between them was erased and her arms had enveloped him in a hug that was too big for someone of her size.  He stiffened on reflex, but quickly relaxed.  Obi-Wan was never one for public displays of affection but for her he would make an exception.  

“Obi-Wan,” she breathed into his ear, clutching him tight. Disbelief tinged her voice and the air around them, like she wasn’t sure if any of this was real.  He clutched her just as hard, assuring her that it was. Her touch had stoked something in him, and he realized how long it’d been since he hugged another human being.

“Seraphine, my darling,” the term of endearment slipping out.  Obi-Wan rarely called her that with so many people around, but frankly he was too happy to care.  Gone were the days of having to reach out into the Force just to feel a taste of her presence.  Now, he was almost overwhelmed by it.  Their Bond seemed to swirl in harmony, sending waves of bliss and relief over them.

He didn’t mind.  All that mattered to him was the fact that she was finally back home with him, where she belonged.  

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Seraphine’s stomach somersaulted as the ship dropped out of hyperspace and made its descent onto the landing platform.  The nerves were overwhelming, but a tiny ball of excitement sat in her chest as well.  She’d be seeing her best friend again.  

The hatch of the ship opened with a hiss and she willed her legs to move forward, half aware of Cordé trailing behind. The two were greeted by a Commander Cody at the bottom before making their way towards the Temple entrance.

From afar, Seraphine could see a small group of people gathered that seemed to be waiting.  She squinted, trying to make out any faces while making small talk with Cody.  Her heart caught in her throat when she was close enough to see him.  Obi-Wan.

Oh, still as handsome as the day I left him, she thought.  He looked a bit different, but that familiar twinkle in his eyes let Seraphine know that it was still her best friend standing before her.  Not to mention the signature smirk he so often wore.  Smug bastard.  

He had grown older, but not in a bad way. The smile lines that crinkled around his eyes made him look even more distinguished.  His hair had grown out, accompanied by a well-groomed beard that suited him perfectly.  Maker, that beard, she thought.  Seraphine willed her mind to keep itself in check, but that kriffing beard was raising all sorts of sinful thoughts in her head.  Thoughts she quickly shook away as her face began to heat up.  

The traditional Jedi attire he usually wore included additions of battle armor that broadened his shoulders and heightened his build.  Seraphine never thought she’d live to see the day where Obi-Wan Kenobi, the ever “peaceful negotiator”, donned an outfit for war but he looked good.  It should be a damn crime to look that good.  

The excitement in her chest was crushing and her feet surged forward on their own.  A huge grin was plastered on her face as she threw her arms around him, whispering his name. She felt Obi-Wan stiffen for a split second, but his arms dropped and encircled her just as quick.  

“Seraphine, my darling,” he whispered softly in her hair. A stronger flush rose on her cheeks at the sound of his nickname for her, and she was thankful he couldn’t see her face. She breathed in his scent and smiled. Still the same as before: warm, clean, with a hint of oak.  Seraphine squeezed tighter, wanting to make sure it was really him standing in front of her.  No more reaching out into the Force just to feel a faint taste of his presence.  Now his signature shined brightly, blazing through their Bond.  He was really here, and she was finally home.

The grin never left her face as she took a step back to look at him.  Stormy blue eyes meeting hers and making her heart melt.  A wave of relief washed over them, and neither was able to tell whose it was.

There was so much Seraphine wanted to say, but the right words just wouldn’t seem to form.  Instead, she resorted to what she knew best with him— teasing.  She playfully tapped the end of his beard with a small smirk.  

“You look… different,” she said with a laugh, and thankfully he did too.  “In a good way.”  A smile spread across Obi-Wan’s face, along with that twinkle in his eye.  

“I could say the same about you,” he countered, and Seraphine’s face betrayed her with another blush.  The older Jedi thought it was endearing how easily flustered she was, even if she found it mortifying.  He watched in amusement as she tried to force it down and cover it up with an eyeroll.

Remembering they weren’t alone, Seraphine turned to the man standing next to Obi-Wan.  Her brows furrowed, trying to identify him.  He seemed to enjoy watching her try and figure it out, judging from the mischievous smile on his face.  Something about it made him look so familiar, almost like…

“Anakin?” Seraphine asked, dumbfounded.  Anakin responded with an even bigger grin than hers before reaching out for his own hug.  “Gods, I can’t believe it.  You’re not a little kid anymore,” she mumbled, feeling bittersweet.  He had completely grown up in her absence, his figure towering over hers.  The thought was sobering.  Seraphine felt like it was just yesterday she was wrapping him in blankets, acclimating him to the cold of Coruscant.  

“It’s good to see you again, Seraphine,” he punctuated with a tight squeeze.  As she looked over his shoulder, she met the eyes of a young Togruta girl.  She wondered why a Padawan would be here, but still gave a polite smile as she pulled back from Anakin.  

“I don’t believe we’ve met yet, what’s your name?” Seraphine inquired, extending an arm out as a greeting.  The girl seemed to be skeptical at first, but with a small nod from Anakin she took Seraphine’s hand.  

“I’m Ahsoka Tano.  I’m Master Skywalker’s Padawan,” she answered, pride clear in her voice.  Seraphine tried to hide her surprise as she let go of her hand.  While Anakin had been a very skilled and powerful student when she left, he was still wild and headstrong.  The fact that he’d been Knighted, let alone given a Padwan, shocked her.  I supposed if anyone could get a Padawan so early, it’d be the Chosen One, she thought.  

“Seraphine Kharis, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh, I know,” Ahsoka replied, much to Seraphine’s confusion.  “We’ve talked about the Kessel mission in our studies.  Your work is looked up to by a lot of us.”

Seraphine tilted her head at her, a look of puzzlement on her face.  They talked about us in their classes?  “Well, it certainly wasn’t just me, I had a lot of help.  Especially from her,” she assured, putting a hand on Cordé’s shoulder.

After everyone was introduced, the group made their way towards the inside of the Temple.  Falling into stride with Obi-Wan, Seraphine leaned to his side to whisper.

“They gave him a Padawan already?”

“Hey!” Anakin interjected, shooting a glare my way.  Obi-Wan chuckled.

“Oh, trust me.  I expressed the same sentiment at first, but he seems to be doing alright so far,” Obi-Wan assured.  Seraphine could only imagine his initial reaction but knew that he trusted Anakin.  That didn’t stop her from teasing though.

“Right, I can tell from the number of new grays you’re sporting.”

Ahsoka’s mouth fell open in shock and laughter while Anakin snickered.  Obi-Wan simply glared back, but Seraphine knew there was a small smile threatening to take over.

“It’s nice to know you haven’t lost your sense of humor while you were gone,” he countered.  

“Never,” she smirked.  Obi-Wan shook his head at her.  

“Now, you two can drop your bags off in your rooms, but I’m afraid we’ll have to go straight into the briefing after.  The Council is waiting, and you’ll be introduced to your clone divisions.”

Anakin and Ahsoka announced they’d be going ahead while Obi-Wan led the remaining duo to the main sleeping quarters.  Seraphine was surprised to see that they had decided to give her old room back, with Cordé being given the one right across.  

Seraphine peered into the old room, not sure what to expect.  The quaint space she had spent almost her entire life in was void of any artifacts or trinkets that once branded it her own, but strangely still felt like home.

Some things never change.

They dropped off their things and made their way towards the briefing rooms.  

#literally so nervous bc i've never posted my writing before but HERE WE GO #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x oc #obi wan kenobi fic #star wars #star wars oc #my oc #seraphine kharis #star wars fic #certaindark writing #my writing #always holding on to stars #star wars fanfiction

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valentine

pairing: seraphine kharis x obi-wan kenobi 

word count: 1.043k

warnings: PINING. pining, pining, pining. some teasing. some banter. august threatening obi-wan. 

a/n: sooo this is a valentine’s gift for my bestie @xcertaindarkthingsx​ ! the oc is hers and i do not own seraphine! i hope you like this bb, ily n happy valentine’s day <3 

“and what are you doing for valentine’s day?”

three shadows sat together, huddled on steps of the temple. all around them, the air was crisp, barbed with an icy chill. although it was well below the temperature to be out and about, they still remained on the marble steps, shuddering underneath their robes. two of the three were women, giggling under their breaths as the other’s eyes widened, almost out of fear. 

a bearded figure arched a brow, lips pursing ever so slightly, “valentine’s day?”

“oh you know,” another voice cut in, their tone firm and unforgiving, “the day of love. the day of romance. the day of sin.”

“august,” this voice was softer, melodic and sweet, “don’t be so bitter about it. obi-wan probably just forgot.”

august snorted, shaking her head ever so slightly, “i wouldn’t even want to celebrate it. it’s a pointless day. most worlds don’t even recognize it as a holiday.”

“is it a holiday in coruscant?” the confusion plaguing the jedi’s features shifted to mischief, his eyes glittering with amusement, “i was not aware it was, august. my deepest apologies. how shall i make it up to you?”

august narrowed her eyes, the depths almost an flint hue, “i would be more wise with your tone, obi-wan.” 

“and what if i’m not?” obi-wan pressed, a chuckle lacing his words, “what are you going to do about it?”

“one more word and you’ll know what,” august folded her arms across her chest, rolling her eyes, “seraphine, how about you tell your boyfriend over there to calm down? he’s managing to get on every last one of my nerves.”

“b-boyfriend?” seraphine’s voice faltered, a pink blush tainting her cheeks, “august, obi-wan is not my boyfriend. we’re not even togethe--”

“i was only teasing,” august exhaled, rising to her feet, “i don’t know about the two of you, but i’m not freezing my ass off out here anymore. i hope you have a good night, seraphine.”

“and what about me?” a smug smirk painted obi-wan’s lips, “would you like to wish me goodnight as well?”

“i’d much rather face general grievous,” august sneered, smoothing out her robes, “goodnight, obi-wan.”

“goodnight august,” obi-wan murmured, his breath billowing out in the night. 

as her steps faded, obi-wan cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. seraphine only remained still, eerily quiet as speeders whooshed by. although there was plenty of night life, there was such silence between them. obi-wan fiddled with his thumbs, eyes darting over to seraphine. 

her head was hung low, propped up by her hands. wisps of hair fell onto her forehead, the strands flowing in the breeze. her cloak was a little large, perhaps one she stole from obi-wan. he couldn’t remember, but it looked awfully familiar. 

 her gaze was fixated on the sky, a vast expanse of pollution and clouds, their color a drab grey. there were no stars tonight, not even a single glitter. instead, rays of light reflected off the base of the clouds, only promising of something more disappointing. just some light cast on some clouds. nothing too riveting. 

on a night like this, so peaceful and serene, there should have been stars. just so she could look at them, pointing out ones that piqued her interest, rambling on the myths and the legends. 

obi-wan wouldn’t have minded, even if he knew absolutely nothing about stars. he would’ve preferred to hear her voice over this. the soft and alluring tune, the ways the words just dripped from her lips, so tantalizing. 

he would’ve hung on to every single one, admiring the way her features lit up as she delved into her passions and interests. 

now, there was just... silence. 

if he could, obi-wan would’ve ensured seraphine could see every constellation, every star, every little planet and moon. 

she deserved it. she deserved everything. 

there was a tug at his heart, this nagging. gnawing away at him. eating up his thoughts. invading his mind.

“did you have a valentine for tomorrow?” 

he blinked, realizing that she was no longer staring at the skyline. 

rather, she was speaking to him. 

“oh no,” he shook his head. perhaps, a little too quickly, “i forgot, if i’m being honest. by the way, what’s up with august? she seems to have a distaste for the holiday.”

“i see,” seraphine murmured, lips falling into a frown, “well, i can’t quite delve into why she’s so upset. she’ll be all right, though. i don’t blame you, though. we are going through an interesting time in our lives. i wouldn’t blame you for forgetting something so trivial as a holiday.”

“seraphine,” his heart fluttered as she paused, the blush residing in her cheeks, “i’m sorry.”

“for?” her brows furrowed together. 

“for not asking you any sooner,” he began, scooting closer, “i should’ve asked you sooner. i am aware that we have been busy with other things going on, but you at least deserve a valentine. i don’t want you lonely tomorrow.” 

“o-obi-wan,” seraphine stammered, fidgeting in her robes, “obi-wan, i can assure you it is not that serious. august was only being a menace and she knows how much i-- never mind. i-i wasn’t even really thi-thinking much about it e-either a-and--”

“seraphine darling,” his hand reached out, cupping her cheek, “may i ask you something?”

there it was.

her lips curled upwards, into that beautiful grin of hers, the apples of her cheeks dusted crimson, eyes glimmering with anticipation, eagerly awaiting his next move.

 “yes, obi-wan?”

he leaned in, mouth dangerously close to hers. but not yet. he couldn’t. not out here. but maker, did he want to. it was an aching feeling, the desire filling him to the brim. 

“will you be my valentine?”

the answer was immediate, and he knew she would say it. 

but he liked hearing it, his favorite sound flooding his ears. 

her voice, uttering the words he wanted to hear oh so desperately. 

“yes, obi-wan, i would love to.”

he paused, fighting the urge. 

an urge he couldn’t resist any longer.

another hand reached upwards, taking her other cheek against the soft skin, thumb caressing her cheekbone. tracing over the tattoos he’d grown to adore. 

“i was hoping you’d say yes, darling. now, come here.”

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan #star wars #the clone wars #obi wan fic #for my bestie #i hope you like #valentine's day #happy valentine's day

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AHH OK I SAW UR OC POST AND I GOT EXCITED!!! hey mutual!! :) so i have an OC, her name is seraphine kharis. a jedi during the clone/wars prequel time. found by plo koon and qui gon on her home planet (aquilae) as a child and became plo's padawan. very close with obi-wan and they actually share a force bond together bc of a near death mission when they were knights. MESSY RELATIONSHIP. and yeah there's like a whole lot more and i actually have a whole fic but i'm scared to post AHHH

AHHHH DAD PLO ADOPTING ALL OF THE YOUNGLINGS AS HIS PADAWANS IS MY FAVORITE THING! 🥺

and how was it a messy relationship? i want to hear all of the tea 👀 was obi-wan involved with satine too?

and i’d to read about your oc in a fic! 🥺

#i love her!