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Many Happy Returns

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

1105 words

Warnings: None that I’m aware of. Just. Fluff.

A/N: This was written a few weeks ago, and I didn’t like it much, but I felt like I hadn’t posted in a while so I figured this would do fine! I feel a little bad that all of my stories are kind of similar, but it’s what I enjoy writing so what are ya gonna do. On a side note, I’ve been seriously considering writing a Professor!Obi AU, but I’ve never written an AU so I feel a little silly. So, we’ll see if I’m brave enough. On a final note, please always feel free to request something!

“That is such a lie! I wasn’t anywhere near the land mine, how could I possibly have been the one to set it off?!”

“You were right next to it! You were the only one who could have set it off!”

Obi-Wan resisted the urge to slam his head on the table in front of him. Or, perhaps, resisted the urge to slam his former-padawan and grand-padawan’s heads on the table. He wasn’t sure which.

“Obi-Wan! You were there! Did I set off that bomb?”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Ahsoka stuck her tounge out at Anakin, who made a show of his hurt at Obi-Wan’s betrayal.

“You wound me, master! Have you no faith in your own apprentice?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

Ahsoka let out a laugh, and Anakin pouted.

“You’re just grumpy cause Master (Y/n) isn’t back yet.”

Obi-Wan glared at Anakin, but he couldn’t deny that he had hit the mark. You were supposed to be home last week, but some unforeseen resistance from the locals had delayed your return indefinitely. He had no clue when you would be back to him, and it was making him miserable.

“Master (Y/n) is an interesting conversationalist, of course I look forward to their return.”

“Oh I’m sure.” Anakin and Ahsoka shared a look.

Sue him. He missed you, and it was making him grumpy.

He stared into his breakfast. He had only taken a few bites, but he couldn’t eat anymore. 

“If you two will excuse me, I have reports to attend to.”

“Have fun with that.”

There was an unspoken ‘it’s better than spending any more time with you’ as he walked away. 

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You were tired. So tired. You couldn’t remember the last time you had slept more than an hour at a time, or taken a warm shower. When you had finally gotten the word to return home, that another Jedi was being sent in your place, you nearly collapsed in relief. 

You couldn’t get on the ship that was to take you home fast enough. 

“General?”

You hadn’t even realized your eyes had closed. You gave a sheepish grin to the clone, who pretended not to notice.

“Yes, captain?”

“I figured you would want to know that we will be arriving in Coruscant in a little less than an hour.”

“How lovely. Thanks for letting me know, Mal.” He nodded, but didn’t walk away like you had expected him to. “Is something up?”

“I just wanted to be sure you were doing alright, general.”

You let out a breath.

“Better now that we’re going home.”

“Better now that you’re going back to General Kenobi?”

“Captain! I ought to have you thrown out of the Grand Army of the Republic for insinuating any sort of inappropriate relationship between me and Kenobi!”

You tried to keep an offended expression, but a smile took over after a few moments. Captain Malum had become a very close friend of yours over the two years that you had been fighting together, and shared traumas had led to a sibling like relationship that you were sure most of the other Jedi would look down on.

“I should hope not, I don’t have any skills outside of battle.”

“Don’t sell your baking skills short, Mal!” He rolled his eyes. “You’d make an excellent pastry chef.”

“All due respect, general, but you are tiresome.”

“One day you’re gonna have another commanding officer, and they are going to have you mopping floors alongside droids when you talk to them like that.”

“I doubt I’ll ever escape your command.”

“You’re right. You’d have to shoot me down yourself to get rid of me.” The clone huffed and walked away. “Run away, captain! Run away!”

He chose not to respond.

The next hour felt like slow motion. You had taken a seat out of the way of anyone walking around, and spent your time daydreaming of a life after the Clone War. (And, to be entirely honest, a life where you could love Obi-Wan in public, not just in the stolen moments, hidden from prying eyes.)

Mal had been joking about Obi-Wan, but he had been entirely correct. You missed the man.

Despite your exhaustion, you were nearly vibrating with excitement when you stepped off of the ship. The sun was setting, and you made a b-line to Obi-Wan’s quarters.

He wasn’t there when you arrived, which you had expected. You took a quick shower, with a promise to yourself to take a long one the next morning. For now, you wanted to collapse into bed.

You grabbed a cloak that Obi-Wan had left on the back of a chair, choosing to use it as a blanket rather than the actual blanket on Obi-Wan’s bed.

You curled up underneath it, breathing in the comforting smell of your lover and drifting off to sleep.

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“Goodnight to you, Master Kenobi.”

“And to you, of course.”

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure that conversation would ever end. Realistically, it had been brief. It had felt like a millennia had passed without him.

He all but dragged his feet back to his room, dreading the cold darkness that awaited him. Of course, if he had been paying any particular attention, he likely would have sensed your presence long before the door was sliding open, and he was noticing your figure laying on his bed.

“Darling!” Obi-Wan felt his heart sink when you startled awake, feeling terrible to have both spooked you and awoken you, but when a bright (and admittedly sleepy) smile spread across your face, he quickly forgot about his guilt. 

He quickly made his way to the bed, taking off the outer layers of his robes before laying down next to you.

“No one told me you’d be returning today.”

“I wasn’t told until about an hour before I left!”

“I’m certainly glad that you’re back with me.”

“As am I, my love.”

You shuffled so that your head was laying on his chest and your arms were wrapped around his waist. Your legs were tangled together, and he began to run his fingers through your hair.

“Anakin said I was grumpy.”

“Were you?”

“I’d like to think not.”

You giggled.

“I’m sure you could never be grumpy, Obi.”

“I have a terrible suspicion that you don’t truly believe that, darling.”

“You’re free to your own suspicions.”

The Force around you hummed with your shared contentment and affection, and as you drifted back to sleep you felt Obi-Wan lean down to kiss the top of your head.

“You are precious to me, little one.”

“I love you, Obi.”

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Nightmares

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

1300 words

Summary/warnings: Really rather sad, nightmares, mentions of earth but no actual death. Super cheesy. It’s late. Sappy ending. Super rushed.

A/N: Hello! I was just kind of messing around with this one. It’s not perfect but it’s always fun to write nightmares. School has also been wild, so I hope you can forgive the long periods of time between posting. A final ‘also’, please always feel free to request something! Thank you so much for reading!

You had never heard the temple so… silent. It was so silent. No masters quietly chiding their padawans, no younglings giggling as they made their way to their next class, no knights celebrating a successful mission. Nothing. Silence. 

Jedi lined the halls, creating a path and watching you as you walked by. You soon recognized the twists and turns were leading you to the council chambers, and the dread that had been creeping up on you fell like a rock in your stomach. 

You could see the door to the council at the end of the hallway, and you were screaming at your legs to stop, to turn around, to slow down- anything to delay whatever was going to happen once you entered that room. As you neared, you recognized the two figures standing guard at the door.

In Anakin’s eyes there was a fury you had only seen on the battlefield, directed at droids and enemy soldiers. But now the blazing fire was focused on you, and you were sure that if he could get away with it, you would be lying dead on the floor. His padawan stood next to him, deep disappointment and almost loathing in her eyes- ice, to contrast her master’s fire.

“What have you done?”

For a moment you didn’t recognize the voice that echoed through the silent halls of the temple. It sounded more vindictive than anything you had ever encountered, and you wondered how that much hatred could be stored in a person. 

“You will suffer.” Oh. You knew that voice. You spoke with it every day. “Greatly.”

The door whooshed open, and you were stepping into the council chambers.

You refused to meet any eyes, instead focusing on the singular empty chair. The chair usually filled by the one man you wished was present.

“Knight (Y/n). You have been charged with treason against the Galactic Republic, and the murder of Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. How do you plead?”

If you hadn’t fallen in love with him he would still be alive. If you had never started this tryst he would still be alive. If you had loved him enough to leave he would still be alive. His death is your fault. You knew this could only end in tragedy.

You took a breath.

“Guilty.”

You gasped as you sat up. You tried to control your breathing, but tears quickly began rolling down your face. Soon you were sobbing, the terrible, guilty feeling in your chest refusing to accept that it was just a dream. Before your brain could catch up you were already out the door, darting the short distance from your quarters to Obi-Wan’s. You had to make sure he was alright. That he didn’t hate you. You didn’t even consider the fact that knocking on someone’s door at one in the morning wasn’t exactly couth.

Of course, that all came rushing back when he opened the door with a confused, sleepy expression and no shirt.

“I-I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I shouldn’t have-”

“Were you crying?”

“I…” You tried to calm yourself as another wave of tears made their way down your face. Maker, why had you done this to yourself? It wasn’t like this was the first dream you had ever had, since the Clone Wars started it was only one of many- why was it this one that sent you crying and knocking on Obi-wan’s door? “I’m fine. I apologize for waking you, Obi-Wan.”

Before you could turn away, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his quarters. You protested as he sat you on the end of his bed, moving towards the kitchenette to get you a glass of water. You accepted with a watery smile.

“Now, darling, would you like to talk about why you were crying or watch a cheesy holodrama?” He smiled when you laughed just a little. “Ahsoka tells me the best ones play after midnight.”

His heart broke when you looked up at him from the cup in your hands. You looked so… lost. So sad and lost and desperate for comfort that you refused to ask for.

“Um, could we watch something? Or you can go back to bed, and I can leave, I just don’t want to be alone but I could probably go bother-”

“I promise that you are welcome here. Let’s see what’s on.”

You ended up settling on a reality show titled ‘The Real Smugglers of the Outer Rim’, it was dumb and required quite literally no critical thinking skills, which was exactly what you were looking for. His bed was small enough that your legs were pressed together, and you were painfully aware that Obi-Wan had yet to put a shirt on.

“I had a nightmare.”

“I understand. What took place?”

“I…” What could you say? I dreamt that my very real love for you somehow got you killed? That would be a lot to deal with. “I dreamt that you had died.”

You heard him take in a breath.

“I didn’t realize my death would distress you so.”

You turned to look at him, startled just a little when you met his eye.

“Obi-Wan. You’re not dumb.” His face went through multiple emotions in the span of seconds, and you turned your whole body to face him, suddenly itching to run away. Obi-Wan wasn’t dumb. He knew what you were telling him. In your own emotionally-repressed-Jedi-way, you were admitting feelings that you truly shouldn’t be admitting.

Your heart dropped for the second time that night. This was your dream. This was his downfall. Your downfall. How could you have walked into the exact situation your dream had just warned you about?

You jumped off of the bed, ripping yourself away from Obi-Wan, who looked even more startled than you. You couldn’t exactly blame him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just… I really shouldn’t have come. This was terrible. I’m so sorry. I’ll let you sleep. I can’t… I’m sorry for putting that on you.”

“Do you have… feelings for me, darling?”

“I- I don’t think-”

“Please.”

Oh, Maker. Your eyes filled with tears yet again.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Please sit back down.” You tentatively sat on the edge of the bed, staying as far away from Obi-Wan as you could. “You likely know I… return your feelings, yes?”

You weren’t sure your heart could take any more.

“I honestly had no clue.”

“Oh.” Obi-wan blushed. “Anakin said it was obvious.”

“Obi-Wan.” His expression was serious again. “In my dream you died because I let myself care for you.”

“My dear, I…” He slowly raised his hands to cup your face, giving you every chance to back away. “I would much sooner die because you cared, than die knowing I could have loved you.” You placed your hands over his, pressing your face closer to his calloused hands. “Plus, not every dream is a vision from the future.”

You shared a soft smile. Obi-Wan was the first to break eye contact, glancing down at your lips in a silent question. You answered by leaning in and pressing your lips to his. You felt him smile into the kiss, and you couldn’t help but do the same.

“Can I stay here for the night?”

“Of course you can, precious one.”

You moved to lay next to him in your previous position, but he easily pulled you up and on top of him. You giggled and rested your head on his chest, calm for the first time since you first woke up. You traced the light freckles that were dotted on his skin, almost in disbelief that the night had turned out this way.

“You’ll be here when I wake up?”

He began running his fingers through your hair.

“I promise, my love.”

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Found

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

3265 words

Summary/warnings: Not proofread. Sleep deprived writing. Mentions of injury and fighting and sadness and all that jazz. Post-Order 66, baby.

A/n: This one is definitely a ride. If not good, I hope it is at least entertaining. It was entertaining to write. Kinda sad. As always, please let me know if there’s anything I can edit to make the story more inclusive. Thank you for reading!

The annoyance you felt as you trudged out of the marketplace was… unmatched. This was certainly not the deal. You would help Sar’pah clean up the mess he had made, and in return he would get you off of Abafar. Of course, when you had said ‘off of Abafar’, you had meant somewhere with some semblance of civilization; something to blend into. Not another Maker-forsaken desert planet.

You should have known that a ‘pit-stop’ on Tatooine meant kicking the dangerous fugitive offboard, but seeing as how Sar’pah himself was a wanted man, you had hoped he would be a little more forgiving. He had landed in Bestine, asked you to go get a few items from the market, and flew off the moment you stepped off the walkway.

Kriffing fool doesn’t even know what kind of fugitive I am. Your trusting nature may have lost you a ride, but it certainly didn’t extend far enough that you told people why you were on the run. You simply told them that working with you could be dangerous. It was up to them to decide if they wanted to take that risk.

Too many would love the reward a Jedi would bring them. And dammit, if you were going to be brought down by the Empire, it certainly wasn’t going to be for anyone else’s gain. So, here you were, stuck on another desert planet. One ruled by the Hutts, no less. A few too many brushes with them, before and during the Clone Wars, had you very wary to make your presence known to them. So, you figured that at least until you had a ride offplanet, you should try your best to avoid bigger settlements. (Well, as big as settlements on Tatooine could get.)

Which brought you back to the current moment. Republic Credits had never meant much in the Outer Rim, but you had just enough to buy some water and an admittedly sickly looking Eopie. You hadn’t really bothered to check what direction you were setting off on, just picking the horizon that looked the least difficult to navigate with a large animal. It was also in the opposite direction of Mos Eisley, where you were quite sure a few old enemies resided. 

You refused to acknowledge it, but you could feel the Force pulling you west. You were sure many Jedi had taken solace in the Force after all they had lost, but all you felt was… betrayal. You were well aware the Order itself was corrupt, you didn’t deny that- but mass murder? The will of the Force was to kill some of its most loyal followers? You had witnessed its power. You couldn’t deny its existence. But you could deny its benevolence.

So you kept going with the suns in your eyes and told yourself it was logical to go west.

“Hey!” You ignored it. You didn’t know anyone here, surely they were calling for someone else. “Hello? Excuse me?”

You finally turned to see a blue Twi’lek jogging to catch up with your Eopie. Three years of being hunted had your instincts screaming at you to reach for your lightsaber, but the friendly (if panicked) smile on her face put you at ease enough to let her get close enough to explain herself.

“Can I help you, ma’am?”

“Oh you don’t have to be so formal! I’m Sasrula, just Sas if it’s easier, and if you’re willing, I could really really use some help right now.” You stopped your mount entirely, turning so the suns were at your back and the stranger couldn’t see your face. You examined her more closely, which you could tell was making her more nervous. “I just need to get out of here, somewhere a little more sparsely populated, and quickly, or else I wouldn’t be bothering you, but just since I’m pretty light and your Eopie could probably carry both-”

“You were enslaved?”

She looked down at herself, seemingly only now noticing the small bits of fabric she had been given as clothing. Before she could go on another rant, you gestured to the space behind you. 

“Hop on.” Before she could get any closer you help up your hand, stopping her in her tracks. “There’s a cloak and some water in the bag.”

 The animal beneath you protested, already struggling with your weight, but when you calmed it down enough, it began its slow progress. The first minute or so was silent, but Sasrula’s chatty entrance was an omen of the hours to come.

“Whatcha doin’ on Tatooine?”

“Passing through.”

You could sense the doubt that washed over her, and the suspicion that your lie brought onto you.

“Most people ‘passing through’ Tatooine don’t ride off into the desert.”

“I have never killed anyone that wasn’t about to kill me.” It didn’t… soothe her, but the blunt statement seemed to ease her enough into another topic of conversation. 

“...did you have a job before Tatooine?”

“Few years ago.”

“Spouse?”

“No.” It was too late, though. You had stiffened, and due to her close proximity, Sasrula easily picked up that there was more to that story than you were letting on. “He and I were never married.”

“Already have a wife then, did he?” You let out a puff through your nose.

“Something like that.”

There was a time you had resented Obi-Wan for inevitably choosing the Order over you. For leaving your quarters early in the morning, whispering empty promises of love and a happy future. Nowadays you would go to the ends of a universe just for one more moment with him. But you would never get that. Because even if Cody hadn’t been the one to kill him, and he had survived the initial execution, Obi-Wan was too courageous and too selfless and too reckless to have made it three years on the run. 

And if maybe you didn’t want to consider the idea that he hadn’t come looking for you like you had spent the first two years looking for him, you would never admit it to yourself. You weren’t sure you could survive that notion.

“Was he handsome?”

This was the most Sas had seen you emote in the little while you had now been together- she wasn’t letting your mystery man get away that easily.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Rich?” You laughed, and Sas felt just a bit of pride that she had eased you up.

“Hardly! The man never remembered to bring whatever money he did have, and I would constantly have to apologize to Dex-” You stopped yourself. No names. Don’t get familiar. “Dex was the owner of a greasy little diner.”

There was something… pleasant, about pretending that your relationship with Obi-Wan had been a normal one. There was no Jedi Council to answer to, no status to keep safe, nothing. Just you, a few memories, and an escaped Twi’lek full of questions and eager to fill the silence.

“...then, the kriffing bastard, he pushed me into his closet! Like whoever was coming in wasn’t gonna figure out something was amiss!” The giggle coming from behind you was loud, and you were glad to finally be sharing these stories with someone. 

“Oh no I entirely relate, there was a guy who- why’d you stop?”

You all but fell off of the Eopie, stumbling when you landed but quickly steady on your feet. Something felt very wrong, and you were quite sure that something was moving towards you very fast. While your hand first landed on your lightsaber, you made the decision to grab the blaster you had stolen from Sar’pah instead.

A distant cloud of dust, coming from the direction of Bestine, was moving… fast.

“How fast do sandstorms usually move?”

“Well, it depends on the pre-existing weather and geographical conditions, but they can go hundreds of miles an hour, it’s not pleasant-“ she finally turned to look at what was causing you to panic “dank farrik! That is not a dust storm!”

“Well what is it then?!”

“A lot of trouble!”

As you tried to pick out details of the approaching figures, a reflection of light let you know they were on speeders. A brief glance at the struggling eoipe let you know you wouldn’t be riding away from this, and the miles of flat desert around you hardly made for any good hiding spots.

“Are we sure it’s trouble?” You knew it was- another whisper from the Force that you were trying to keep unacknowledged. 

“Yeah. I had hoped he wouldn't notice I was missing till tomorrow.”

Now that’s just… great.

“Who is ‘he’?!”

“My previous captor. He’s, uh, not very forgiving.” Sas moved to get off of the animal, but you stopped her. “Listen, I appreciate your entrepreneurial spirit, but you’re not gonna get any money from him for my return, he’s just gonna kill you.”

“I’m not trying to get any money, you’re not going back.” The Twi’lek’s surprise was almost palpable. “At least, not while I’m standing.”

The cause of the dust cloud had gotten close enough that you could see four speeders drawing near. Three had large, intimidating riders, and the front one, the fanciest one, had a severe looking older man.

They slowed when they drew close enough, and the cold look in the man’s eyes told you everything you needed to know about him.

“I believe you’ve made off with something of mine.”

“You’ll have to enlighten me, sir.”

He paused for a moment, taking your protective stance and hood-covered face in.

“I’m not so sure I do, partner.”

“I haven’t stolen anything since I landed on your dustball of a planet.”

He snorted, still looking down on you from his position on his speeder.

“That,” he pointed at Sasrula, “is mine.”

“She is traveling with me. Has been for a while.”

“You can’t fool me, traveler. I know my own property. Don’t try to lie.”

You held your hands up in mock defeat.

“Hey, I never said exactly how long she had been with me. No lies have been told.”

“How long is this gonna go?”

“Till you either let us go, or are crushed under my boot.”

“Now, we both know that’s not gonna happen.”

In an instant you dropped to the ground, dodging blaster fire from four different directions. Even in the heat of the moment you were wary to reveal your past, so you pulled out your own blaster, desperately trying to get back on your feet whilst dodging dozens of blasts every moment. Once you finally had the chance to stand, you were able to get two of the larger men down.

It was a stressful situation, and once again you hated to admit it, but fighting felt… good. Not the chaos or death or injury of it, but the feeling of letting the Force guide your movements, feeling it flow around you and tell your limbs where to go.

Unfortunately, the method didn’t work when you were surprised out of your focus. And a cloaked figure coming out of seemingly nowhere and kicking the leader off of his speeder was enough to startle you.

You cursed as pain shot from your right shoulder, and it took everything in you not to drop to the ground. You shot the last of the body guards, and aimed at Sas’s captor, who laid in the cloaked man’s shadow. You paused when you felt a hand on your arm. You looked up to see Sasrula, who was looking at you with an unspoken request in her eyes.

You handed her the blaster and let her take the shot. You understood the desire.

Once he was dead on the ground, you turned towards the other presence, who had taken to watching your interaction with Sas. You couldn’t see his face under the hood of his cloak, and some part of you felt better knowing your face was likely just as concealed as his. 

“Thank you for the help!” Sasrula’s bright voice poked through the suspicious silence.

“It was no trouble at all.”

Your blood froze. You were almost certain you knew that voice.

“Take down your hood.”

“Excuse me? I-“

“Please just do it.”

You could see his shoulders stiffen, and you knew he recognized your voice. He lowered his hood. 

His eyes were the first thing you noticed. They were sad. The saddest they had ever been. And so tired. But there was a burning hope, a burning question, that you knew you needed to answer for him.

So you copied him, and dropped your hood.

“Hey, Obi.”

That was all it took for you both to take off in a sprint, clearing the few meters between you in less than seconds. You jumped and landed in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You buried your face in his neck, sobbing as you tried to get as close to him as you possibly could. He let out a disbelieving laugh, and you pulled back to get another look at his face. You placed your hands on his cheeks, brushing the stray tears that had fallen from his eyes.

“I thought you were dead, Obi.”

“I thought you were dead, little one.”

There was a part of you that expected him to push you away when you leaned in to kiss him. A part of you that still felt it needed to hide your relationship. 

Instead, you kissed him and all of your grief and anger and sadness and deep adoration and love were on display for him, and his for you.

You finally pulled back and stepped back down on the ground when someone cleared their throat from behind you.

“I’m assuming this is the handsome man from before?”

You blushed and looked at Obi-Wan, who raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes, it is.” You reluctantly pulled out of Obi-Wan’s arms, taking a step back to look him over for injuries. “How long have you been here? How did you survive all of the slaughter? I heard you had killed Grievous but then there was so much chaos, and I made my way to Utapau just to be sure you weren’t there and-”

“You went to Utapau?! Darling, that was foolhardy and-” 

You took another step back.

“And?”

“And dangerous! I can only imagine that place is crawling with Imperials!”

“What was I supposed to do, Obi? Yours was the only face I cared to see, so I figured I’d start from the beginning.” Conflicting and powerful emotions caused more tears to fall from your eyes despite your best efforts. “What was I supposed to do?” It came out as a whisper, and you hated how broken you sounded. Suddenly you felt very tired, and the previously forgotten blaster wound on your shoulder was beginning to burn with pain.

“I had hoped that you would let me go.”

“Could you have?”

“What?”

“Could you have let me go?”

Obi-Wan didn’t answer immediately, and you had your answer. Suddenly all of the heartbreak and quiet crying in your quarters at the temple were worth it. The three years of not knowing if you were searching for a ghost, the sneaking suspicion that he hadn’t done the same for you.

Worth it.

“Can I stay with you?” You sounded like a child and you hated it, but now that you had him you weren’t sure you could let him go.

His continued silence turned your heart to ice. Perhaps he hadn’t looked for you because he was tired of you. Perhaps you misread the situation. Perhaps he could have let you go. 

“Have you had any run-ins with the Empire?”

“Nothing beyond what any other Jedi has encountered.” You heard Sasrula gasp, and you felt just a little bad that you had entirely forgotten she was there. “I’m sneaky, Kenobi. Surely you remember that.” The curious turn of conversation had you feeling just a little more stable. He did not, however, smile.

“I’m staying here. On Tatooine. For a long time.”

“You’re saying I can stay?”

“It’s not like I can kick you off the planet.”

The rush of relief was sudden, and altogether too much for you. That, combined with the rather serious wound you had yet to take care of; the exhaustion of the past few hours; and the hot sun, it’s really no surprise that you passed out.

“Oh dear.”

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When you woke, you felt blessedly cooler. The bandage around your shoulder was soft, and the blankets you were wrapped in smelled like the desert and Obi-Wan, which calmed your initial alarm at waking in a foreign place. There were no windows in whatever room you were in, but the general darkness around you suggested it was nighttime. There was a doorway with just a curtain across it, from which you could hear quiet murmurs. Your sleep muddled brain told you to lay back down and close your eyes for just a little longer, but you were too curious to sleep any longer.

When you stood you realized you weren’t in your own shirt. It was much larger than your own, and a slightly different color. You were, however, still in your own pants. Which was very appreciated. You took a few steps before stumbling, still rather weak from the past few hours.

You weren’t noticed when you first stepped into (what you could only assume to be) the main room of Obi-wan’s home. Said man was currently bickering with Sasrula over how to prepare dinner, and if they should wake you up to eat. You were glad to see that the Twi’lek hadn’t run off, and you were even gladder to see Obi-Wan in a lighter mood.

You finally caught his eye when you moved further into the room, and he quickly moved to your side in order to help you to a make-shift dining room chair, kneeling in front of you. You sheepishly smiled at your two companions, who both returned your look with concern.

“I see you two have become pals.”

“I see why you spent three years without him. Your man is insufferable.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, and you both tried to pretend like Sasrula calling him ‘your man’ didn’t affect you.

“You gave us a bit of a fright, my darling. I hadn’t even realized you had been hit.” He kissed you on the forehead. “I do hope you don’t mind that I took your shirt off in order to treat your wound.”

You shrugged.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

If he wasn’t red from Sasrula’s earlier comment, he certainly was now.

The Twi’lek snorted and made her way to the kitchenette on the other side of the small space, taking her chance to prepare dinner her way.

“How long did I sleep for?”

“About two days. You left me alone with a stranger for two days.”

“That explains why you’re so chummy with Sas.”

He grimaced.

“Yes. I… don’t know that I’ve ever met such a talkative woman.”

“Giving Ahsoka a run for her money, hm?”

“Don’t remind me.”

You chuckled, and felt a warmth in your heart that you hadn’t felt since you and Obi-Wan were both Padawan’s and had the galaxy ahead of you. Except… this was different. You weren’t sure you could call it better. There was too much bloodshed and trauma for it to be better. But it was undoubtedly freer. 

“Does it make you uncomfortable to say that I love you?”

Obi-Wan smiled softly.

“Never.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you deeply, little one.”

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Summary: Fluff. Really, guys, it’s always gonna be fluff. Mentions of a battle.

A/N: I would first of all like to apologize to anyone who has any skill at titling things, as this is an insult. I suck at titles. Without further adieu.

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Obi-Wan had never been spontaneous, per say, but whatever spontaneity he had died the day he became responsible for not just himself, but a powerful young boy as well. He had grown from sneaking around (or even out of) the temple in the middle of the night with other padawans to catching sneaky padawans.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader (Reader uses she/her!)

1008 words

Summary/warnings: Kinda sad. As always, fluffy. I don’t think I’m capable of writing anything else, honestly.

A/n: Hi! Please let me know if anyone would want me to re-do this with different pronouns and gendered language. I usually try to keep things as inclusive as I can, but I just wanted to use ‘pretty girl’, honestly. But yes, thank you so much for reading! I absolutely adore hearing from everyone!

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You had yet to open your eyes, but the bustle you could hear just beyond the tent you had built out of the remains of a farmhouse suggested it might be time to get up. The patter of rain hadn’t let up since you had first arrived on the Maker-forsaken planet, and you felt like you hadn’t been truly dry in a week. This was made even worse when you rolled onto your back and right into a puddle.

If you weren’t so determined to get off this planet with your dignity intact, you would have cried. But you definitely got close.

You stayed there, in the puddle, feeling it soak through your cloak and into your robes. Another leak in your tent startled you by dripping freezing water right in between your eyebrows, and that was officially it. You rolled back to your side, facing away from the makeshift front door. You were sure you looked pathetic- curled up in the fetal position, water dripping into your hair, shivering both from the cold, and the effort it took not to cry. You didn’t even notice the footsteps coming up to your tent.

“Master (Y/n)?” It was almost odd to hear him use such a formal title. His crisp Coruscanti accent was much more often used to whisper pet names in your ear.

You didn’t respond. Obi-Wan knew he was always welcome, whether it be your quarters at the temple or a rickety shelter built in no more than ten minutes. He was only keeping up appearances around the clones, who you were pretty sure were well aware of the nature of you and Obi-Wan’s relationship, but you appreciated the effort. Or, you would if you cared at all at the moment.

He waited another second before stepping inside, and it took him another second to spot your small figure curled up on a makeshift bed.

“As the clones say, up and at em’, pretty girl.” He paused. “Well, I suppose I hope the clones aren’t calling you pretty girl, but the first bit, at least.”

You couldn’t help a watery laugh.

“It’s only you, Obi.” You finally uncurled yourself and sat up, looking up at your lover-of-sorts. If he hadn’t noticed your frankly miserable presence in the Force, he certainly took notice of your red-rimmed eyes. (He couldn’t help but admit to himself that you looked quite adorable, though he recognized this as not the moment to mention it.) “I, uh, got my clothes wet.”

He sat down across from you, taking your hands in his calloused ones.

“Are you okay, little one?”

You let out another laugh, though it held no humor. It was one of sheer disbelief that this was now your life, and it made Obi-Wan’s heart clench. He understood the feeling. He hadn’t been raised as a general. None of the Jedi had, no matter how well some of them fit that role.

“I’m fine. I just hate how soggy this place is.” You tried to smile, to soothe Obi-Wan’s worry, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him. “I’m just tired. Nothing I haven’t said before.”

There was a part, scratch that, a majority of Obi-Wan that wanted to whisk you away from everything- the planet, the war, the Jedi even. You were kind. A warm, joyous, soft, innocent kind and it broke Obi-Wan’s heart every time he could sense you hurting through the Force and yet could do nothing about it. At least, not without risk of appearing suspicious.

“I know.” He tried to give you the most sincere look he could. In his eyes you saw the weight of the whole galaxy- every innocent life taken, every soldier lost under his command. You shared a profound sadness that was unique from other Jedi only in that it was shared. You supposed you would consider yourself lucky in that regard; you weren’t suffering alone, forced to sneak under shadow of night to some seedy lower-level Coruscant club to ease the touch starved ache.

Obi-Wan leaned forward to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. I love you, it said. I can’t promise to ever scream that love from the rooftops, but I will always love you. He sat back and you gazed at him again, enraptured by the man who tried so hard for everyone.

You copied his movements from earlier, though you kissed his lips, rather than his forehead. You tried to pour every ounce of your love and pride and joy and understanding for him into the Force, thanking the Maker you were the only Force sensitive beings nearby at the moment.

“I love you too, Obi.” And you did. You loved him when he couldn’t meet your eyes while you were giving a report to the council, lest his emotions get just a little too intense; you loved him when he smiled at you over a table in a dark corner of a dark lounge; you loved him in the rushed moments when you emerged from a random closet looking rather disheveled, and Obi-Wan had to wear his robes extra high on his neck in order to cover the marks you had left on his neck.

It was only when a smirk rose on Obi-Wan’s face that you realized you had still been projecting your thoughts into the Force.

“Sorry, Obi.”

“I’m never upset to be reminded of how pretty you are.” You giggled. “There she is.” 

He gave you a soft, real smile. Nothing was fixed or mended- you still had to love each other in the shadows, and there were still thousands dying in a seemingly endless war around you, but as Obi-Wan pulled you up to your feet and into one last hug before facing the world outside, you were quite sure you could handle the rain.

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Memories

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

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Summary/warnings: The actual story is rather short, but as the title suggests, the ‘flashbacks’, if you will, make the story quite a bit longer. Mentions/slight depictions of torture. Not graphic by any means!

A/n: Hello! I recognize this isn’t the best. We don’t proofread in this household. However, this was very fun to write, so against my better judgment, I’m posting it. I’ve just been on a very heavy Obi-Wan kick recently. Thank you so much for reading!

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You were… unsure when your relationship with Obi-Wan developed past a purely platonic one. Sure, he had long been a close friend, your closest if you pushed it a little, but even that had only started after a late night that you had both snuck away (separately) from the padawan dormitories and accidentally ran into each other in a dusty old room. You both found each other intelligent, you were both bored, and both of you had the slightest rebellious streak running through you. What else were you to do but to be best friends?

“Oh, I certainly didn’t mean to interrupt.” The sudden voice scared you out of your trance. You turned from the window you had been looking out of to catch a sheepish grin and vaguely familiar face. “There hasn’t been anyone up here before.”

“Yes, sorry- I was punished by being put on cleaning duty last week and I stumbled upon it. I can certainly leave if you want, I didn’t realize anyone even knew it existed.”

The man shook his head and sat next to you. There was a bit of a distance, but the relatively small gap made you wonder if you were just forgetting him from somewhere. You could hardly imagine sitting that close to a stranger, especially when there was plenty of room. Seeing the confusion on your face, he introduced himself. (Though did not explain the distance.)

“I’m Obi-Wan. Um, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I’m Master Qui-Gon’s padawan.” You had turned back to the window, and he was just the slightest bit worried he was annoying you. He wasn’t, of course, you had finally placed his face. He was a year older than you, if you were remembering correctly, making him twenty.

“(Y/n). I’m Master Windu’s padawan.”

“Sounds rough.” Obi-Wan slapped a hand over his mouth. “I meant no disrespect towards you or your master, he just seems like a very strict-” He was cut off by your laughter.

He turned to see a sight that would forever linger on the edges of his mind. Your head was thrown back and your eyes were closed, your mouth letting out, easily, one of the most wonderful noises he had ever heard. He felt his face turn pink, and he was never happier to be so far from the light of the city-planet below. 

“Did you not hear the part where I said I found this place as a punishment? Your assumptions are correct, Obi-Wan. No need to apologize.”

“Why were you being punished?”

“For sneaking out.” The mischief that glinted in your eyes flipped something in him. You were no longer a random stranger, or the peer with the pretty laugh, but someone to… befriend.

“Do you often get yourself in trouble, (Y/n)?” He could tell you had sensed the shift. You once again turned to look at him, with the same glint in your eye as before, and a smirk on your face.

“To be entirely honest, Obi,” He couldn’t help the shiver that went down his spine at the sound of his name coming from your mouth, sounding like that, “It’s not often that I’m not on some sort of clean up duty.”

“How intriguing.”

You smiled at the memory.

Your relationship stayed like that for a number of years. The most difficult thing to worry about was if anyone was going to discover your hidden room, or if you masters were finally going to catch onto the glances and occasional tiredness, even after a relatively easy training day. You never tried to talk very in depth about your our issues- it wasn’t any sort of disdain or mistrust, what you had seen of Obi-Wan’s personality looked lovely, but rather an unwillingness to break the rules that far. You had bent them already by breaking curfew and becoming such close friends, but taking that extra step wasn’t the natural rebellion of a young adult, it was a recipe for getting yourselves expelled from the Jedi Order.

It was the night after Obi-Wan returned without Qui-Gon, but instead with a sandy-haired little boy that you supposed you might consider the start of a more profound relationship. 

You sincerely doubted he would show up. You certainly hadn’t made the trek to your little hideaway because you wanted anything, except maybe to offer some comfort to the man who had lost someone akin to a father. One could imagine the shock that went through you when a figure was silhouetted against the light coming from the city below.

“Obi?” The way you spoke his name was something entirely foreign to both of you. It was not whispered or laughed, not his full name when you had to address him in front of others. It was soft and kind, and very unsure. You were unsure if he wanted you there, if he was willing to move your relationship beyond goofy conversations and giggling as you snuck past temple guards.

But then he turned around and all of your uncertainties were quieted. You had a hard time looking in his eyes, filled with pain and an indescribable sadness that pierced your soul. You forced yourself to keep eye contact though, not allowing him to feel alone, or wrong for his emotions.

“They gave me my own quarters.”

The statement was so… foreign. Something that should be good news, especially considering your late-night rendezvous. It was something that every padawan for  centuries had looked forward to. The rooms were no larger than a modest senator’s closet, and nowhere near as decorated, but they were private. A space to exist without the prying and judgemental eyes of masters and younglings alike. You yourself weren’t far from gaining the privilege, you were to begin the trials in a weeks time.

Obi-Wan had been robbed of that joy. The circumstances of the honor bestowed on him were downright horrific, and yet he was trying to find something, anything, to make the moment a happy one. 

You gestured towards the door.

“Show me.”

You hadn’t talked that night. You held Obi-Wan as he shivered, wishing so desperately it was something as simple as the cold that made him tremble in your arms. It was odd to feel his head resting on your chest when the closest you had been before hand was the the accidental brush of a hand.

It didn’t take you long to spot the sandy robes of the man you had been looking for, the more natural colors a stark contrast against the cold grays and blacks of the starship ferrying you to your destination. You quickened your step till you stood beside Obi-Wan.

“You took your time arriving, my dear.”

“Someone-” you elbowed him in the side, “hid my cloak.”

“How dastardly.”

“Dastardly indeed.”

The bridge was rather calm, the usual bustle of clones quieted while you were still in Republic space. You knew it’d be back when you entered more neutral systems, but for now you relished in the relative peace.

“General Kenobi! Incoming transmission from Coruscant.”

You and Obi-Wan turned to look at the clone at the same time, both wearing polite smiles, one just a bit more believable on Obi-Wan’s face.

“Understood.”

You sighed. 

“Duty calls, hm?” 

You were currently on a mission to Mandalore. Well- you were… technically on medical leave. Two weeks or so ago you had been rescued from about a month of captivity and torture. It certainly hadn’t been pleasant, to say the least.

The snarky remarks that had punctuated each zap at the beginning of your capture had long since died off. You could hardly even scream anymore, your throat shredded from the eternity you had spent in near constant pain. 

They gave you only what you needed to barely cling to life. Enough food and water to keep you alive, enough rest to keep you from passing out, and enough torture to keep you on the brink of death without letting you get there. The zap of electricity was random, not allowing you to brace for the excruciating burn that flowed through you wave after intolerable wave.

Your captors were droids- there was no pleading and there was no conversation. You had been in the same shackles, in the same room, for what you could only assume had been years. The rational part of you realized it had been a few weeks at most, but the lack of windows made time feel like it had frozen, but you were in deep space. Windows wouldn’t have made much of a difference.

You could feel Obi-Wan’s desperation. His presence, no matter how distant, was the only thing tethering you to your body, to the force. You felt terrible knowing that if you could sense his desperation, that meant he could likely sense your pain, but you refused to let go of that bond. You couldn’t.

A whimper passed through your lips as yet another zap traveled from your spine and across your body. As the tremors in your muscles died down, you realized that something had shifted. The distant despair had become a focused determination, and you could feel your lover closer than you had in a month.

The next zap, it was his name, rather than a whimper, that left you. 

You awoke to the floor rumbling underneath you. It wasn’t consistent, and the longer you felt it the more you realized what was happening. You were finally being rescued. 

You didn’t call out, sure that you would be found soon enough either way. You were too tired to do anything aside from listen and wait, and even if you had wanted to move, there were still shackles tying you to the wall.

You could hear the yells of clones in the hallway, loud footsteps echoing through the door. A particular voice floated in that started your heart racing, and you felt tear roll down your face when the door finally whooshed open to reveal Obi-Wan.

“Oh, darling.” He rushed to the panel on the other side of the room, freeing you from the wall. Your knees gave out the second you tried to hold your own weight, and you were quickly picked up bridal style by your rescuer. “I was so worried.”

Your head leaned against the hard armor on his chest as you tried to keep your eyes open. Even as Obi-Wan fought, jostling you as he tried to get you to safety, sleep now that you were finally in his arms was all too tempting.

So, you gave in.

You were still rather weak, but absolutely unwilling to leave Obi-Wan’s side. The mission was expected to be rather low-energy, simply look around for any evidence of foul-play on Mandalore. So, Obi-Wan allowed you to tag along. It wasn’t exactly approved by the council, but what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them.

The previously mentioned man returned to where he had been standing beside you, apparently not pleased with what the council had had to say.

“We’re to part with the clones here- take a smaller ship the rest of the way to Mandalore.”

“Has something happened?”

“An uprising in the outer rim. Nothing that requires our help, but more men were necessary.”

“How unpleasant.”

The next two hours or so went by in a blur. You were given a rather small ship, and sent on your way. You had already been decently close to your destination, so it took only a little bit to arrive on the neutral planet.

“So, wait, let me get this right- the year before you met me, you had a fling with the duchess? The leader of hundreds of systems? The one who had the courage to make Mandalore, of all places, peaceful?”

“You’re not… jealous?” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m just impressed you were able to woo someone that much more impressive than you, honestly.”

“You’re too kind.”

“I try!”

A small grin fought its way to Obi-Wan’s face. He had missed you.

“Are we meeting the duchess?”

“We are. I doubt she’s as eager to meet us, though. She’s always been… head strong.”

“You have a type, hm?”

“It seems so.”

You were escorted to a throne room of sorts once you landed, Mandalore’s grandeur capturing your attention more than anything Obi-Wan was saying from beside you. Due to the fact that you weren’t supposed to be out of the temple, you didn’t have any real obligations. Sure, you would help Obi-Wan when he asked, but you didn’t have anything to… accomplish.

You had wandered a few steps away from Obi-Wan and the man who had guided you into the room, staring through the huge windows out to the city surrounding.

Suddenly, a lovely woman with an intricate hair design made quite the entrance. You stepped back over to Obi-Wan, standing on your toes to whisper in his ear.

“She’s gorgeous.”

“Is she? I hadn’t noticed anyone was in the room aside from you.” 

You would have rolled your eyes if you hadn’t suddenly made eye contact with the woman. Her eyes were fierce and determined, but you could see the kindness that lay just behind that. 

Her and Obi-Wan got into a discussion that bordered on an argument, that you only vaguely paid attention to. Your eyes drifted back to the city outside no matter how hard you fought to stay attentive, and before you knew it your name was being called.

You turned to see Obi-Wan beckoning you to follow him and Satiné, who was holding his arm. You rushed next to them, not wanting to keep the duchess waiting. There was a part of you that wanted to take Obi-Wan’s other arm, but you were well aware that would be much too blatant.

“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.” A lovely voice cut through the noises of the crowd around you, startling you. “Master Kenobi introduced you, of course, but I haven’t had the chance to speak with you.”

You smiled at her.

“I’m afraid I’m not nearly as decent a conversationalist as Master Kenobi, my lady.”

“Don’t let them fool you, Duchess, their command of Basic is not to be scoffed at. More than a few battles have been avoided due to it.”

“Says the man known for his skill at negotiating. Nicknamed after it, even.” Her laughter rang out. 

“I see I’m in the company of two master wordsmiths, hm?”

Both you and Obi-Wan gave her a sheepish smile.

“Something like that.”

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“So much for a simple investigation.” You let out a breath and unceremoniously flopped onto the bed behind you. Obi-Wan would be joining you soon- he had a number of bureaucratic tasks to finish before he was able to sneak off to the room you had been given for the night. 

The adrenaline from unexpected action had worn off quickly, and you hadn’t been so aware of your still-healing body in a week. The method of torture used on you didn’t cause many outward scars, but the ache that had seated itself deep inside your muscles had yet to give you a good nights rest. There was also something to be said for the mental toll of near constant pain for a month, but you didn’t particularly want to think about it. Especially not when the memories were so close to the surface. Not enough time had passed, and the Death Watch attack earlier today had rattled you far more than it should have. You just needed time.

“An understatement, to be sure.” Your head snapped up, meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes as he set his cloak on a chair near the door. You quickly got up, despite the protests your body gave. Obi-Wan opened his arms, already prepared for you to jump into his arms. You did just that, using what little momentum you had gained in the few steps it took to get to Obi-Wan to jump and wrap your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck. You buried your face in his neck, not particularly caring if you accidentally tickled him.

His hands were under your thighs to help keep you from falling, and there was a part of him that cringed just slightly at how much weight you had lost while gone. 

“I’m sorry it took me as long as it did, little one. I had to discuss with the Duchess on how to further the mission.” He knew you would never be upset about it, but you had truly been attached at the hip for the past two weeks- even a few hours apart was far more than you had grown used to. “I’m also so sorry for everything that happened today- I expected it to get a little messy, but certainly never anything involving you so closely.”

“You can’t control the chaos, Obi-Wan. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Yes, but maybe allowing you to come with me was a mistake-”

“And be stuck with some other bothersome Jedi? No thank you. At least this one I can cuddle.”

Obi-Wan sighed. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge so you were now on his lap, and pushed you back gently so he could look into your eyes.

“You forget that I know you, dear one. I am far deeper intertwined with you- and you with me- than we honestly should have ever allowed. Please. We are past pretending to be okay.”

He knew you didn’t have anything to say. What could you say? You had given the reports, you had laughed the pain away with Anakin and Ahsoka and every youngling who was bold enough to ask you why you had been gone for so long. You made jokes about your suffering with people who made jokes of their own pain, no one willing to give up the facade just in case the other wouldn’t follow. You had been stuck in a temple full of people who could sense if you let yourself feel too deeply- and this had been the first chance for privacy in two weeks.

There was a small part of you that wanted to be alone. To truly have the privacy you desperately craved- to weather the storm of terrible memories and ‘what-ifs’ until you could bury it under a whole new layer of trauma.

But this was Obi-Wan. You had held him the night after his master died. You had helped him raise Anakin. You had been there with a kind word or message after every defeat. He had been vulnerable with you. And while there was absolutely no pressure from Obi-Wan, you knew you could return the sentiment.

“I’m just tired, Obi.”

You sat like that, curled up in his lap, for what felt like forever. You didn’t talk much, simply breaking down the wall you had built around yourself for Obi-Wan to feel what you had been pushing off for weeks now.

Tears rolled down your cheeks silently, shivers wracking your body as they had Obi-Wans that night so many years ago. The Jedi held you tight, occasionally pressing a kiss to your head, or whispering his love for you. By the time your face dried, you and Obi-Wan had moved to lay down on the bed, you taking your spot right on top of the man. 

“Do you remember when Anakin used to sneak into my quarters at night?” You let out a weak laugh. You certainly did.

You had the routine down perfectly, and it was all the easier now that you and your lover were no longer padawans. You would, as quietly as you could, leave your room at around 11:00. You would usually carry a book with you so you could pretend to have been on your way to the archives should you run into any one, but it was rare you ran into anyone. There were few Jedi up that late, and the ones that were certainly weren’t spending it wandering random hallways.

You didn’t particularly expect to do anything aside from fall asleep beside Obi-Wan that night, and judging by the dark circles under his eyes during dinner, and fact that Anakin refused to sit with you two due to an argument they had gotten into, you would be surprised if he wasn’t already asleep when you arrived. Your suspicions were confirmed when only a dark room greeted you as the door whooshed open. 

You took off your boots and the outer layers of your clothing, quietly letting them fall to the ground. (You were sure Obi-Wan would be annoyed in the morning, but the thought of folding them and placing them somewhere neatly sounded exhausting.) You made sure to more almost silently as you walked to the bed, climbing in as gently as you could, so as not to wake the man in such desperate need of rest.

Obi-Wan had subconsciously curled himself around you, making him the big spoon as you both faced the door you had just come through. The bed was a bit of a tight fit, but of course, there was only meant to be one Jedi occupying them at a time. You were on the edge of sleep, your eyes having given up trying to stay open the moment you got settled in bed. 

Your half-asleep mind almost couldn’t comprehend the noise you were hearing. It was the door again, but who would be-?

Ah.

There was just enough light coming in from the window that you could recognize the sandy blond hair of Obi-Wan’s padawan, a boy who you had almost helped raise over the past year he had been at the temple. The boy, who had brought no bedding with him, simply laid down on the floor beside you. You were fairly certain he hadn’t noticed you were there, let alone knew you were awake.

After a few minutes had passed, and you were pretty sure Anakin was asleep. You slipped out from under Obi-Wan’s arm, and stepped over Anakin. You grabbed your cloak, bunching it up and maneuvering in under Anakin’s head as best you could. Since Obi-Wan’s cloak was larger, you opted to lay that one across Anakin like a blanket. 

Feeling better about letting him sleep on the floor now that he was at least moderate comfortable, you finally laid back down.

“Thank you.” A raspy whisper from behind you. You smiled softly as you both watched Anakin sleep for just a moment.

“Of course.”

Anakin got rather embarrassed when you mentioned it now. He was the ‘Hero Without Fear’, if you asked the holonews, and he certainly would never admit that he used to be terrified of Obi-Wan leaving in the middle of the night after a fight. That didn’t mean you couldn’t occasionally tease him for it. (In the future, when almost all memories of Anakin were tainted, you held that one- the one of a scared little boy sleeping beside the people who had become his parents- close to your heart as a reminder that he hadn’t always been the monster he became.)

“You started keeping an extra set of bedding in your room, of course I remember.”

“That was quite the conversation to have with the staff.” The room was quiet for a moment. “You and the Duchess seemed to get along rather well.”

“Yes, she was quite lovely. You have a good choice in ‘flings’, hm?”

“Do you consider us a fling?”

“If flings mean you see yourself with them for the rest of time, then sure.”

“Well I certainly didn’t see myself with Satine for the rest of time.”

“Perhaps what we have isn’t a fling then.” You looked up at Obi-Wan with a mischievous smile. “If it were a fling I would have ended it after you cut your hair.”

Obi-Wan tended to be punctual. Especially now that Anakin was no longer his padawan- he had no one to wait for. Which is why him being this late to join you in your quarters was odd. It was the middle of the day, so you assumed he had been caught up in a meeting or conversation. With the outbreak of the Clone Wars long meetings were becoming more and more common, as were weeks and months long distances between you.

So you sat and waited, reading over your upcoming assignments. You didn’t have anything particularly pressing to do today, which is why you were able to sit around and wait. You could never claim to be terribly patient, but you managed to keep yourself entertained enough so as to not get annoyed.

You were vaguely watching something on the holonet when you heard someone enter your room.

“You do realise that you are about two hours later than anticipated? I, personally, am of the belief- kriff!” You momentarily didn’t recognize him. The hair that you had grown to love so deeply- gone! Just like that! “Obi-Wan Kenobi! What have you done?!”

He gave you a sheepish grin, and ran his fingers through it, like he almost didn’t believe it himself.

“Do you like it?” If you could find him handsome with the padawan style he had been forced to don, you could find him handsome with anything. Truly, the more you studied him, the more fond you grew of the new length- it was much more mature, and if your predictions came true, the gray the would eventually grow around his temples would look… stunning.

“I will mourn the death of the mullet, of course, but… I could certainly get used to this look.” You sauntered over to where he stood, placing your hands flat on his chest. “As long as I have something to tug on to get your attention, hm?”

The blush that spread across his cheeks truly convinced you of the hairstyle.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes.

“Is that all you’re with me for, darling? My hair?”

“Oh most certainly. How could I ever leave such a lovely head of hair?”

Your predictions about the grays in his hair had been correct. He looked more than stunning, and it was all you could do to not jump his bones everytime the light hit him just right.

“Well, I’ll see to it that I’ll never go bald.”

You giggled.

“Very appreciated, Master Kenobi.” You nuzzled your face into Obi-Wan’s chest, ready to sleep. You were sure visiting a moon supposedly housing a terrorist organization wouldn’t be boring, and you wanted enough energy to get through tomorrow. “I love you, Obi-Wan. I’m sure the war’ll end eventually.”

Obi-Wan smiled softly down at you, once again kissing the top of your head.

“I love you, my dearest one. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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Likewise

Cal Kestis x Reader

972 words

Summary: Fluff! Just layin’ with Cal on Bogano. Soooooft. Always soft.

A/n: Hi so oh my goodness my last post kind of got a lot of attention?? So much more than I ever expected? Thank you so much!! I’m not lying when I say every bit of interaction lightens my day. Also, sorry it’s been a while since said post, school has been crazy and I haven’t really been in the mood to write. Instead I’ve been watching Gotham and Shameless. Can you tell what actor I’m currently fixated on?

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“I think I like the stars more from here.” You felt Cal hum against your stomach. A soft smile found its way to your face when you looked down at him, red hair rustling slightly in the evening Bogano breeze. You moved your hand from the ground to run through his hair, giggling when Cal let out a sleepy sigh. “Are you gonna fall asleep?”

“Probably.” It was muffled, but you could make out what he said. The pair of you had had an afternoon picnic of sorts, and had yet to return to the Mantis. You were sure Greez was getting worried, but when Cal had his face buried in your stomach and his arms wrapped around your waist, you simply could not be bothered to care.

You could hear boglings begin their nightly search for food, a calm filling you that you hadn’t felt in months. Running from the Empire was nothing if not exhilarating, but you couldn’t deny the joy you felt when you had the chance to just exsist with Cal- no running, no dodging, no fighting. It could be anything from dancing around the Mantis (much and were glad you had left your saber back on the ship- they were cute, but there was no denying they were downright sneaky when they decided they wanted something in their nest. Too many times raiding bogling homes for your stolen weapon had convinced you of that.

“Hey Cal?”

“Hm?”

“Do you remember, I think it was right before you left for Bracca with Master Tapal, but you woke me up and convinced me to sneak out of the Padawan dorms?”

You couldn’t see the smile on his face, but you were sure it was there.

“It was weird because we were both such goodie-two-shoes that the most sneaking around we had done was walk slower behind our masters so they couldn’t hear what we were saying.”

Cal his head so he could speak more clearly.

“You forget that one time we held hands underneath the table during dinner.”

You let out a surprised laugh- you had forgotten about that.

“Scandalous!” He turned his face back into your tummy. “Well, aside from our rebellious hand holding, sneaking out was the first time we had ever done something that would get us in trouble, intentionally.”

Cal pulled one arm out from between you and the ground, blindly grabbing around until he found your hand- the hand that had previously been stroking his hair- and moved it back to his head, all but demanding you resume. Which, of course, you did.

“We snuck onto a random balcony. I don’t think anyone had been on that balcony since Master Yoda was a padawan, honestly.” If you couldn’t sense that he was still awake, you would have assumed Cal was asleep by now. “To be fair, we had been climbing stairs for a while. We were nearly at the top of the temple, I think. To this day I have no clue how you found that place.”

If he felt any inclination to explain, he didn’t act on it. Cal was sure the Maker itself couldn’t create a more perfect moment- your fingers alone were enough to soothe him, but feeling your breathing, and hearing your voice, helped calm fears that had been born the moment his master died in front of him. Like this, he could be sure that you were okay. Alive. Happy.

“...of course, at that point, we were getting cold, but you refused to leave until we could watch the sunrise. I think you were scared to leave Coruscant.”

“Mh, scared to leave you.”

You felt your face heat up. Years and many instances past hand-holding later, and in a few words Cal was still able to fluster you. (If he were more awake you were sure he would tease you. You were confident in the more physical aspects of your relationship, yet a sweet word reduced you to a blushing youngling.)

“I guess being together constantly up until that point developed a bit of a dependency, huh?” You could feel his agreement through the Force. “We sat on the railing and watched the sunrise, just like you wanted. It was nice, though. The speeders going by were loud enough that there wasn’t any awkward silence. I always liked the Coruscant skyline, that was the first time I had actually paid attention to the sunrise. Last time, too, I think.”

You sighed as you remembered days long gone and people long dead.

“If, somehow, we ever got the chance to go back to Coruscant, we should watch the sunset. Complete the cycle, you know? It’d be nice. This time we can use each other for warmth rather than shiver. My master was so concerned when I saw him for breakfast, put his cloak around me and everything. My fingers were blue! Not the most pleasant aspect of that night.”

A small snore drew you out of your reminiscing and put a stupid grin on your face. Despite the pain and loss you both had gone through, you had found each other, you had found happiness and a family and a purpose beyond just surviving.

“I love you.” You spoke it out into the night, and some part of Cal’s force signature replied likewise. You would tell him again tomorrow, and hopefully everyday after that, but your whisper out into the night was something you would keep for yourself- a promise to let yourself be selfish, let yourself love and be loved in return. A promise to yourself that you wouldn’t let the guilt of surviving when others didn’t exclude you from what they would want you to have, to be.

No one else would ever know you whispered those words at that exact moment, and you were okay with that.

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Cal Kestis x Reader

1192 words

Summary: Do you even need to ask? Fluff. I honestly wasn’t thinking of a specific time for when this was set, so you get to choose that, I suppose.

A/n: Hello! When I tell you that every piece of interaction I get on my stories thrills me to death, I am truly not lying. It means so so much to me! Again, let me know if there’s anything I can do to make my stories more inclusive or just better in general, and feel free to request something! (Hopefully Ewan McGregor (characters) or Star Wars related, but I’m always happy to try to work something out!) I’m always nervous to write a new character, and Cal Kestis is the first video game character I’ve ever written! So, I apologize if he’s OOC at all! What can I say, I love the droid dad! I won’t hold you any longer, thank you so much for checking my writing out!

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You had sensed Cal’s frustration long before he groaned and flopped onto his back, but that didn’t stop you from being startled by his sudden movements. Your eyes snapped open then narrowed in a joking glare at the Jedi across from you, mildly annoyed at the distraction from your meditation. The ambient noise of Bogano, along with the warm sun on your face, was making it all too easy for you to fall into a nap rather than contemplate the force. (You would be remiss to not mention the calming effect Cal had on you, as that certainly wasn’t helping you stay awake either.)

“I can meditate with stormtroopers in the next room, but get me on a peaceful planet and suddenly I can’t focus at all.”

“I was doing fine ‘til you scared the life out of me!” Cal raised his head to look at you and lifted an eyebrow.

“Don’t lie to me (y/n), I could feel you drifting.”

You would be more irritated if he was wrong. You huffed and copied his position, glad for the soft grass under your head. You laid there with your eyes closed for a moment, happy for the little bit of calm you allowed yourself, that Cal allowed himself. It was rare for either of you to take a moment away from the chaos of the rebellion, but Greez threatened to kick you both off of the Mantis if you didn’t take a day to relax, Jedi or not. You conspired with Cal to simply spend the whole day training, but Greez quickly forbade that as well.

It was still morning, and despite your sleepiness and Cal’s frustration, the day really hadn’t been so bad. You very much enjoyed the redhead’s company (a little too much if the Jedi code had any say in the matter, which, coincidentally, had been an issue you were struggling with recently,), and you appreciated the time with him that wasn’t spent dodging blaster bolts and combating vicious fauna.

“Well… What do you want to do?” You hummed, not having the energy for a real answer. “That helps.”

“It’s what I’m here for, Kestis.”

You heard him sit up again, and you couldn’t deny that you were just a little disappointed that the quiet you had been enjoying was likely over.

“Let’s try meditating again.” You were the one groaning this time, only sitting up when Cal repeatedly poked you in the leg. “C’mon, just one more time. Then we’ll go slide around in the mud like you wanted, I promise.”

“You can’t use the force to keep yourself upright! If you lose your balance you have to fall!”

“Deal.”

You grinned and quickly sat up, all too eager to either meditate or fail in the process. He had scooted quite a bit closer to you, his knees were pressed to yours and you could swear you noticed some red on his face, but you couldn’t exactly look closer without making the situation awkward. You elected to instead look down at your hands, which had begun to form calluses despite your best efforts.

“Here, give me your hands.”

Your eyes widened as Cal startled you for the second time that day. Your physical affection was usually an unspoken thing- he just so happened to sit too close to you, you ‘accidentally’ hug him longer than the rest of the Mantis crew. Actually talking about touching each other, no matter how practical, was outside of the vague bubble you had built around your relationship. Not that you weren’t happy to pop that bubble, by all means you were starved for any sort of affection, but you didn’t know where Cal stood on the issue, and so refused to make any first moves in fear of rejection.

You hesitantly put your hands in his larger ones, the previously comfortable warmth of the sun suddenly feeling scorching hot as your face heated up. He held them firmly, catching your eye as you smiled shyly at him.

“Is this going to distract you?”

“No.” Yes.

“Good.”

You closed your eyes and tried to relax, really, you did, but the contact was all you could focus on. Without thinking you found yourself staring at your intertwined fingers, examining the scars that he had obtained during his years on Bracca.

“You’re not even trying!” The whine in his voice made you roll your eyes, though you couldn’t help the smile on your face. “You can’t make a deal then not even try to uphold your end!”

“How do you know I wasn’t trying?!”

“I know you too well (y/n), you can’t lie to me.”

You let go of one of his hands and flicked his forehead, giggling when he looked at you incredulously.

“You are on!”

He lunged from where he had been sitting, knocking you onto your back. You squealed as his hands found your waist, digging in light enough to cause no real pain, but more than enough to make you writhe on the ground and laugh until your lungs hurt. His knees were on either side of your hips, which was working annoyingly well as a restraint.

“Calcalcalcalcalcalcal! Stohohohop! I’m- I’m sohohohorry!” If you weren’t wiggling underneath him you would have noticed the loving smile on his face as he listened to your laugh. “I-I promise to try! Actually try!”

He, blessedly, stopped, and hardly let you catch your breath before placing his hands on either side of your head and leaning so his face was right over yours.

“I don’t believe you.” Your brain short circuited. You hardly knew how to respond to holding his hands just a few minutes earlier, you weren’t prepared for this! At your silence Cal seemingly lost his confidence and sat back up, though still effectively pinning you. “Sorry. Too close.”

“I didn’t think so.” You said it before you could even think of a proper response. You tried your best to keep a calm face, but you were sure it was of no use- your thoughts were loud, and he would have to be actively blocking them out to not catch at least some of what you were feeling. “I mean, ahem, I don’t mind being near you.” Great, now you’ve made it weirder.

“I… Don’t mind being near you either.” Your eyes, which had wandered to the sky above, snapped back to his in an instant.

In an act of bravery that you were sure you would never repeat, you reached up and grabbed his collar, pulling him back down, and even closer than he was before. Wide eyes started at each other, silently asking permission for something that had felt impossible since the first day you had been identified at force sensitive. Cal ended up making the final push, closing the admittedly small distance between you. The kiss started out hesitant and slow- neither of you had done anything like this before- but progressively got more passionate and self assured.

Your hands had moved from his collar to his jawline, holding his face as you finally parted.

“We are not telling Greez that his forced vacation caused this.”

“Absolutely agreed.”

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Cal Kestis x Reader

1192 words

Summary: Do you even need to ask? Fluff. I honestly wasn’t thinking of a specific time for when this was set, so you get to choose that, I suppose.

A/n: Hello! When I tell you that every piece of interaction I get on my stories thrills me to death, I am truly not lying. It means so so much to me! Again, let me know if there’s anything I can do to make my stories more inclusive or just better in general, and feel free to request something! (Hopefully Ewan McGregor (characters) or Star Wars related, but I’m always happy to try to work something out!) I’m always nervous to write a new character, and Cal Kestis is the first video game character I’ve ever written! So, I apologize if he’s OOC at all! What can I say, I love the droid dad! I won’t hold you any longer, thank you so much for checking my writing out!

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You had sensed Cal’s frustration long before he groaned and flopped onto his back, but that didn’t stop you from being startled by his sudden movements. Your eyes snapped open then narrowed in a joking glare at the Jedi across from you, mildly annoyed at the distraction from your meditation. The ambient noise of Bogano, along with the warm sun on your face, was making it all too easy for you to fall into a nap rather than contemplate the force. (You would be remiss to not mention the calming effect Cal had on you, as that certainly wasn’t helping you stay awake either.)

“I can meditate with stormtroopers in the next room, but get me on a peaceful planet and suddenly I can’t focus at all.”

“I was doing fine ‘til you scared the life out of me!” Cal raised his head to look at you and lifted an eyebrow.

“Don’t lie to me (y/n), I could feel you drifting.”

You would be more irritated if he was wrong. You huffed and copied his position, glad for the soft grass under your head. You laid there with your eyes closed for a moment, happy for the little bit of calm you allowed yourself, that Cal allowed himself. It was rare for either of you to take a moment away from the chaos of the rebellion, but Greez threatened to kick you both off of the Mantis if you didn’t take a day to relax, Jedi or not. You conspired with Cal to simply spend the whole day training, but Greez quickly forbade that as well.

It was still morning, and despite your sleepiness and Cal’s frustration, the day really hadn’t been so bad. You very much enjoyed the redhead’s company (a little too much if the Jedi code had any say in the matter, which, coincidentally, had been an issue you were struggling with recently,), and you appreciated the time with him that wasn’t spent dodging blaster bolts and combating vicious fauna.

“Well… What do you want to do?” You hummed, not having the energy for a real answer. “That helps.”

“It’s what I’m here for, Kestis.”

You heard him sit up again, and you couldn’t deny that you were just a little disappointed that the quiet you had been enjoying was likely over.

“Let’s try meditating again.” You were the one groaning this time, only sitting up when Cal repeatedly poked you in the leg. “C’mon, just one more time. Then we’ll go slide around in the mud like you wanted, I promise.”

“You can’t use the force to keep yourself upright! If you lose your balance you have to fall!”

“Deal.”

You grinned and quickly sat up, all too eager to either meditate or fail in the process. He had scooted quite a bit closer to you, his knees were pressed to yours and you could swear you noticed some red on his face, but you couldn’t exactly look closer without making the situation awkward. You elected to instead look down at your hands, which had begun to form calluses despite your best efforts.

“Here, give me your hands.”

Your eyes widened as Cal startled you for the second time that day. Your physical affection was usually an unspoken thing- he just so happened to sit too close to you, you ‘accidentally’ hug him longer than the rest of the Mantis crew. Actually talking about touching each other, no matter how practical, was outside of the vague bubble you had built around your relationship. Not that you weren’t happy to pop that bubble, by all means you were starved for any sort of affection, but you didn’t know where Cal stood on the issue, and so refused to make any first moves in fear of rejection.

You hesitantly put your hands in his larger ones, the previously comfortable warmth of the sun suddenly feeling scorching hot as your face heated up. He held them firmly, catching your eye as you smiled shyly at him.

“Is this going to distract you?”

“No.” Yes.

“Good.”

You closed your eyes and tried to relax, really, you did, but the contact was all you could focus on. Without thinking you found yourself staring at your intertwined fingers, examining the scars that he had obtained during his years on Bracca.

“You’re not even trying!” The whine in his voice made you roll your eyes, though you couldn’t help the smile on your face. “You can’t make a deal then not even try to uphold your end!”

“How do you know I wasn’t trying?!”

“I know you too well (y/n), you can’t lie to me.”

You let go of one of his hands and flicked his forehead, giggling when he looked at you incredulously.

“You are on!”

He lunged from where he had been sitting, knocking you onto your back. You squealed as his hands found your waist, digging in light enough to cause no real pain, but more than enough to make you writhe on the ground and laugh until your lungs hurt. His knees were on either side of your hips, which was working annoyingly well as a restraint.

“Calcalcalcalcalcalcal! Stohohohop! I’m- I’m sohohohorry!” If you weren’t wiggling underneath him you would have noticed the loving smile on his face as he listened to your laugh. “I-I promise to try! Actually try!”

He, blessedly, stopped, and hardly let you catch your breath before placing his hands on either side of your head and leaning so his face was right over yours.

“I don’t believe you.” Your brain short circuited. You hardly knew how to respond to holding his hands just a few minutes earlier, you weren’t prepared for this! At your silence Cal seemingly lost his confidence and sat back up, though still effectively pinning you. “Sorry. Too close.”

“I didn’t think so.” You said it before you could even think of a proper response. You tried your best to keep a calm face, but you were sure it was of no use- your thoughts were loud, and he would have to be actively blocking them out to not catch at least some of what you were feeling. “I mean, ahem, I don’t mind being near you.” Great, now you’ve made it weirder.

“I… Don’t mind being near you either.” Your eyes, which had wandered to the sky above, snapped back to his in an instant.

In an act of bravery that you were sure you would never repeat, you reached up and grabbed his collar, pulling him back down, and even closer than he was before. Wide eyes started at each other, silently asking permission for something that had felt impossible since the first day you had been identified at force sensitive. Cal ended up making the final push, closing the admittedly small distance between you. The kiss started out hesitant and slow- neither of you had done anything like this before- but progressively got more passionate and self assured.

Your hands had moved from his collar to his jawline, holding his face as you finally parted.

“We are not telling Greez that his forced vacation caused this.”

“Absolutely agreed.”

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

766 words

Summary: Just laying in bed with Obi. Chatting. Having a grand ol’ time.

A/n: Hi! I hope all is well. I hope I can make your day a little better. Drink water.

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You had kicked off the blankets long ago, though you hardly noticed the loss as warm sunlight began filtering in through the window. Your chest was pressed against Obi-Wan’s back, adding to the peaceful morning immensely. A sleepy smile had found its way onto your face, and you made sure to keep your force signature as quiet as when you had been asleep, so as not to wake your lover.

You could vaguely hear the bustle of Coruscant, the thick walls of the temple keeping most of the noise out. Occasionally the giggle of a youngling or a padawan passing by made its way into your ear, but other than that, the only noise in the room was yours and Obi-Wan's breathing.

You slowly moved your free arm (the other was trapped under Obi-Wan) up to card your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. You were always shocked at how soft he was able to keep it, the Jedi general lifestyle hardly allowed for luxury hair-care. The gray beginning to show on his temples made you love him even more, and though you did like the more mature length it was at now, the mullet he sported for a while would always hold a special place in your heart.

(You were quick to count your blessings- anything was better than what he had worn during his years as a padawan.)

“Your thoughts are unguarded this morning, my love.”

You felt your face heat up. You had the tendency to drop your walls around Obi-Wan, which resulted in no small number of embarrassing occasions when you thought something and he easily heard it. Of course, it was a two way issue, and it was often you heard him worrying about something, or appreciating your appearance.

“I have made my opinions on your hair perfectly clear, Obi. It’s no secret that I’m only with you because of your hair.”

“Oh I’m well aware, darling.”

Obi-Wan made quite the show of turning to face you, bouncing a few more times than you would have deemed necessary. Once entirely facing you he cupped your face, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks.

“Good morning.” His morning voice was more gravely than usual, and it never failed to make you smile. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, lingering just a moment before pulling back. “I estimate we have about an hour before Anakin needs me for something.”

“Mm, you’re being generous this morning.”

“He spent the night with Padmé, he still has to get back to the temple.”

“Ah.”

Your hands found their way to his chest, tracing the scars he had gathered over the months the galaxy had been at war. He was occasionally self conscious about them, though you knew he chided himself for the vanity he thought he suffered from. You took every chance you could to let him know you lived every part of him- including his scars.

You had your own share of scars, from things like paper cuts to brushes with death. Obi-Wan had quickly taken on the same responsibility you had- that was the nature of your relationship, though, was the perfect balance of give and take. It was established over many years of friendship and camaraderie and a love that convinced the most dedicated Jedi to break an important aspect of the code.

“I’m being sent to the outer rim for a month or so. An uprising or two I need to help sort out.”

Obi-Wan sighed.

“That’s hardly ideal.”

“What can I say, I’m at the beck and call of the council.”

Obi-Wan smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I’ll miss you, dearest one.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “Be safe. Contact me whenever possible.”

“You know I will Obi.” You paused for a moment, enjoying the peaceful silence while you could. “It’s not like I’m gone yet! We still have the day. I leave tomorrow morning.”

Glad for the lighter tone in your voice, Obi-Wan’s smile actually reached his eyes.

“And how do you propose we spend the day?”

“My ideal day and what’s actually plausible are two drastically different things, my love. I do, however, request a dinner at Dex’s.”

“Anything for the soldier shipping out.”

You laughed.

“Shut up! I’ll get you shipped out faster than you can say ‘Coruscant’!”

“Maker, your former master is on the council and suddenly you think you run the whole order.”

“If you think I’m bad, you should see how Anakin treats his peers.”

“That’s just how Anakin is, I can’t help that.”

“Touche.”

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Sure

Alex Law x Reader

518 words

Summary: Just laying in bed with Alex and you get a confession. Always fluff. OOC Alex?

A/N: Hi! My first non-Obi-Wan story posted! Pretty exciting, eh? When I write Alex I’m never sure I’ve gotten his characterization right, so I apologize if this isn’t exact. I’m trying, to say the least. It’s also kind of short, so I also apologize for that.

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The silence wasn’t bad. Really, it wasn’t silence- the city was ever-bustling outside, and you could hear Juliet getting up to get a glass of water from the kitchen. The light bit of rain falling was pattering against the window, and the wind chime you had set up in the corner of your room was quietly tinkling.

It was calming, at least.

With the fast paced nature of your life, most of the, admittedly, numerous times you were awake to see three in the morning were drunken blurs rather than memories by the time the sun rose. This time was quiet and sleepy and blessedly sober.

Your two types of late night (or early morning, depending on who you asked) did share one commonality- that being the man laying next to you.

His breathing was audible on quieter nights, but tonight it was drowned out by the rain. Though, with your head resting on his chest and your arms wrapped around his waist, you could definitely feel it. You could tell he wasn’t asleep yet, partially due to his breathing, and partially due to his fingers running through your hair.

“I love you.”

You froze. Sure, you had been dating for two years, but Alex was hardly the kind of person to say I love you. He lived fast and wild and hardly ever stuck around long enough to learn names, let alone fall in love. You could feel his breath getting faster the longer you contemplated what to say back, and you felt bad, but you truly didn’t know what to say. Of course, of course you loved him back, but you hesitated because you truly weren’t sure if he meant what he said, if he even knew what he was saying.

“Really?” You cringed. That was dumb. “I mean- are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I dunno, I guess I always thought of myself as kinda boring.”

“You are!”

You hit his chest with the hand not underneath him.

“We’re being serious Alex!” You were, however, thankful for the levity.

“That’s why you’re boring!” You rolled your eyes. “I just… everyone else I’ve been with, I was always looking for the next lay. But, with you, I think of a future. With you. Together. And I know we’re young and some fucker somewhere would say I don’t know what love is yet, but I think this is at least the closest I’ve gotten to love.”

“Leave it to you to curse in your love confession.”

“Lord, do not call it a ‘confession’, that makes me sound like a sap.”

“Aren’t you though?”

“I most certainly am not!”

You dug your fingers into his sides to tickle him, but didn’t get very far before Alex had rolled on top of you and pinned your arms over your head.

“Do you love me back?”

“‘Course I do, Alex.”

You squirmed under him as he leaned down to kiss a line up your neck and across your jaw line. He paused when he reached your lips.

“Say it.”

“I love you, Alex.” You whispered.

He finally kissed you.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

1,252 words

Summary: Fluff. Really, guys, it’s always gonna be fluff. Mentions of a battle.

A/N: I would first of all like to apologize to anyone who has any skill at titling things, as this is an insult. I suck at titles. Without further adieu.

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Obi-Wan had never been spontaneous, per say, but whatever spontaneity he had died the day he became responsible for not just himself, but a powerful young boy as well. He had grown from sneaking around (or even out of) the temple in the middle of the night with other padawans to catching sneaky padawans.

You, it seemed, were the exact opposite.

You had always been on the fringes of his life, though it was only after Anakin had attached to you as another parental figure that Obi-Wan had the chance to actually get to know you. He had always remembered you as more of a stickler to the rules than even he, though he figured you would have to be rather uptight to be Master Windu’s padawan.

You were often left out of the other Padawan’s mischief, though, Obi-Wan noted, they never turned us in. While you were much happier following the rules, there was no denying you were at least trustworthy. You went through your trials just a few months after Qui-Gon’s death, and began hanging around Obi-Wan to prepare for (and occasionally help with) training a padawan.

It was about a decade later, and you had entirely shifted. Whether that was due to Anakin’s influence, or a coping mechanism for the war was a point of contention between Obi-Wan and Anakin. Ahsoka quickly decided it didn’t matter, as you were the only one aside from Anakin who understood her appreciation for pranks, and so were the perfect partner when she wanted to mess with her master.

“Obi-Wan!” A soft whisper.

It was as if you had known Obi-Wan was thinking about you, which honestly wouldn’t be hard to believe. You had made a habit of keeping him company the night after an especially tough battle, whether that be sticking close to his side as the clones rowdily celebrated around you, or quietly laying together on whatever sort of bedding that had lasted through blaster-fire, he found great comfort in your understanding presence.

“You’re a bit later than usual, my dear.”

“Mm, I was looking for something! Come on, I wanna show you!”

Your head was in view from where he was laying now- the usual bright quality to your eyes was dampened by the earlier violence, but your giddy attitude would never indicate a difficult day. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, but there was no hiding the smile you brought to his face.

He purposefully moved slowly- watching you bounce on your heels and pout in impatience was more entertaining than he would like to admit. Once he was finally stood up, rather than have him tease you by walking slowly, you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his tent and away from the camp.

“Darling, this hardly feels very safe.“

“Live a little, Obi! I scouted the area out earlier-“

“By yourself?!”

You looked back at him with a grin that definitely didn’t make his breath stutter.

“All by my lonesome.” You had slowed your pace once you couldn’t see the camp anymore, and linked your elbow through your companions. “It was perfectly safe, I told Anakin I was going out.”

“You should have told me.”

You waved your hand, dismissing the idea as ridiculous.

“It was a surprise.”

“What was a surprise?”

“Patience is the Jedi way, Master Kenobi.”

He snorted.

“You’re one to lecture me on patience, little one.”

Your head whipped to meet his eyes, and an innocent smile met a playful glare.

“I’m not little, Obi-Wan!”

“I beg to differ.”

“You’re short too!”

“But I’m taller than you!” His singsong tone put a smile on your face, but you were quick to look at the ground.

The rest of your walk was quiet, aside from the crunch of your boots on the grass, and the noises of the forest you were surrounded by. It was many different shades of red, and shimmered during the day. It was a lovely outer rim planet, and you couldn’t help but be saddened at the violence it had to witness before it even developed any of its own sentient life.

Having been there only a few hours earlier, it was easy for you to find what you were looking for. (The thunderous roar wasn’t hard to hear, either.)

“Close your eyes.”

“And why would I-“ Obi-Wan turned to you, who had anticipated his apprehension, and had already turned on the puppy-dog eyes. He sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. “Fine.”

He trusted you to lead him along a safe path, and listened as the roar, of what he assumed to be water, became louder. He felt a breeze across his face, and felt your arm tighten around his as you stopped.

“Open!”

It was… stunning. You had led him to a little clearing in the forest. A dizzyingly tall cliff dropped off a few feet from where he stood, and he could see the moonlight shimmer off of the trees hundreds of feet below. The source of the loud noise was revealed to be a waterfall, whose river was flowing from a little ways across the clearing. Obi-Wan was speechless for a moment, and just a little relieved he wasn’t entirely jaded to the beauty the galaxy had to offer.

“That is quite the sight to behold, my dear.”

“I knew you’d like it! Me and Rex were out here a few days ago, just checking things out, and we stumbled across this place and I just knew you’d love it and I wanted to show you before we left and isn’t it just beautiful?” You had to take a breath after your tangent, your face a little warm at the explanation Obi-Wan didn’t really need.

“It is.” If your face was warm before, it was on fire when you turned to him and saw he was looking at you, rather than the scenery. To distract from the moment he had just created, Obi-Wan held out his hand to you. “I’ve always wanted to dance in the moonlight.”

You giggled and took his hand, smiling even bigger as he pulled you to his chest and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“How could I turn down an offer like that?”

You spun around the little clearing for what felt like an eternity, squealing when he dipped you unexpectedly. When you came back up your faces were much closer than before, and before either of you could back out, your lips were pressed together. (Future debates would argue who made the first move, but that hardly mattered to either of you in the moment.)

When you pulled back, your face was the shyest he had seen it since you had been nothing more to him than Master Windu’s padawan.

“Sorry, I promise I didn’t bring you out here just to seduce you.”

“I wouldn’t complain if you had.”

Your eyes, which had wandered down to his chest, snapped back to meet his in an instant.

“...What does that mean?”

“I care for you. More than the code allows. I am… attached, for lack of a better word.”

“I’m attached too.” Obi-Wan tentatively pulled you in for another kiss, leaving you space to back out if you wanted to. “Are you sure, Obi? This is, like, have your rank stripped if they find out at best kind of territory.”

His hands moved from around your waist to cup your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

“I am all too willing to try, dear one.”

“So am I.”

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Domesticity

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

762 words

Summary: Fluff! Fluff, and only fluff. I basically only write fluff. This is honestly not the proudest I’ve been of my writing, but here you go nonetheless. Sorry it’s short!

A/N: Hey! So, this is both my first post on Tumblr, and the first time I’ve shared something I’ve written. I am terrified to be honest, cause I’m not confident in my writing skills. I’ve written other stories I’m more proud of, but I felt this one was a better representation of who I am as a person, that being obsessed with a certain bearded Jedi. I’m willing to write for a lot of characters (mainly Ewan McGregor characters), so you can ask and I’ll let you know if I know that character, and am willing to write for them. I might make a list sooner or later. So, to conclude this ridiculously long intro, please be nice, please let me know if I can do something to make my writing more gender/race inclusive or better in general, and I very much hope you enjoy! (My writing also usually doesn’t include this much dialogue.)

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Any dream of domesticity was crushed the moment Obi-Wan showed any signs of force sensitivity. For the longest time he really didn’t care. He was generally respected, on the council, best friend and mentor of Anakin Skywalker, and a war hero for Makers sake! What else could he want from life? Asking for a home life and a family beyond the one he already had felt greedy, and almost blasphemous considering his upbringing being full of no-attachment teachings.

But when being a ‘generally respected Jedi’ would get him killed, and the only company he had left was his gorgeous childhood best friend, the dreams of domesticity were popping up at all hours of the day. Especially because he was living an arguably domestic life. He woke up every morning to breakfast and you brewing caf, went to find work with you every day, and made you both dinner every night.

He hated to admit that he loved it. It felt like he was betraying everything he knew, everything he stood for. The selfish part of him told him that there was no one to be held accountable to any more- any one he would be betraying was either dead or so far in hiding that they would hardly care about him breaking a rule. Another part of him said that breaking the code would be the true death of the Jedi, that the culture and memory of a millennia-old religion hung on him following its laws.

The selfish part of him was winning more and more internal debates.

The pair of you had forsaken separate beds early on. The discussed reason was the lack of space in your admittedly small home, but it was no real secret that it was because both of your nightmares were made bearable by the comforting presence of the other.

“Darling, it continues to baffle me how you manage to get out of bed without waking me.”

Glad that you were facing away from him due to the bright blush that never failed to make its way onto your face when he used any endearments, you laughed as you continued to mix your ingredients.

“I’m just stealthier than you are!”

“So you tripping over debris and alerting a battalion of droids that we were near was just a dream, hm?”

“You sure do have odd dreams, Obi.”

It was his turn to blush. If only you knew.

“To be sure, my dear.”

As you reached around him to grab something on the counter he was leaning against, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You smiled and closed your eyes, reveling in the moment. You stayed in that position for longer than you probably should have, but neither of you were complaining.

You reached up and kissed his cheek in return, giggling at his smile as you pulled back. The ding of the alarm you set pulled you out of the moment, making both of you groan.

“Wait any longer and you might be able to cook just by setting things in the sun.”

“If you want a sandy breakfast you are free to test that theory, but I’ll stick with cooking in here.”

“Everything is sandy, cooking in here doesn’t change that!”

“I promise you this breakfast has decidedly less sand than if you were to set it outside and let it bake in the sun.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“Oh you’ll take my word for it now, but not when I promised you that I had cleared out all of the droids?”

“These are much lower stakes, (y/n).”

“Point.” You handed him a plate of food, moving to sit at the little table you had crafted out of random parts you had laying around. Obi-Wan followed, sitting across from you. “Have you passed by the Lars recently?”

“I try to every once in a while, of course, but they seem to like you better.”

“Everyone does!” When you only got a half hearted smile back, you frowned and reached across the table to grab his hand. “Owen doesn’t know who you are or what you’re doing for his family. He associates you with bad news, no matter how incorrect or small minded that mindset is. He only likes me more because I didn’t have to drop his fallen half-brother’s child on their doorstep.”

“Oh that makes me feel better.” Obi-Wan should have known that would only make you doubly determined.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi! You protect that family from more disasters than they even know! Luke lives a happier childhood because of you! His father's mistakes are not yours. He let his fear and anger consume him, not you.”

At this point you were stood up, leaning over the table and closer to his face than you usually were. You were breathing harder than usual, whether that be due to your rant or your closeness wasn’t something you wanted to think about.

Obi-Wan’s smile reached his eyes this time, this one filled with fondness and what you could almost perceive as affection.

“Thanks for defending my honor.”

He leaned even closer.

“It's why you keep me around, right?”

He finally closed the distance, kissing you softly. As you pulled back, you grinned at each other with bright blushes on your faces.

“Among other reasons.”

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