Hey there, I'm just a huge fan of Star Wars art and of course Obi-Wan Kenobi. I come here to appreciate it all. Someday I might get my shit together and draw something too.
Hiiiiiii my love omg I’ve been loving your Obi-wan x reader series I feel like there is a MASSIVE shortage of him and it’s killing me 😫😫😫
I was wondering if maybe you’d be interested in writing a angsty obi wan short? Like maybe he thinks she’s a distraction to Anakin who is his priority with training and perhaps it’s revealed that he it isn’t Anakin he’s worried will become distracted, but actually himself?
Like I loveeee sassy stubborn obi wan and I’ve been dyinggg for tension and enemies to lovers and angst 😫
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Control Myself I OBI-WAN KENOBI X F!READER
summary: Obi-Wan thinks you're a distraction- but not to his Padawan.
warnings: TENSION, enemies to lovers, mutual pining, unresolved sexual tension, forced proximity.
A/N: you asked and I delivered :3
You weren't a Jedi. You were an attache from the Republic’s tactical division, assigned to aid the Jedi Order per the Chancellors request. You were also incredibly stubborn, entirely unimpressed by Jedi mystique, and, in Obi-Wan's official estimation, a complete menace to his Padawan's focus.
At least, that was the story he told himself.
"Your stance is too wide on the recovery," you called out, not looking up from your datapad. "If the enemy catches you there, you're off-balance before you can parry."
Anakin huffed, adjusting his feet. "I have the Force to balance me."
"The Force won't fix a bad center of gravity, Skywalker," you replied, your voice dripping with that quiet, maddening confidence that had irritated Obi-Wan from the moment you arrived.
He stepped out of the shadows, his boots clicking sharply against the polished floor. "She is right, Anakin," he said, his tone clipped, the perfect picture of a detached Jedi Master. "And that will be all for today. Go to the archives and review the layout of the Mid Rim sectors we discussed. I need to speak with our tactical advisor."
Anakin looked between the two of you, sensing the sudden spike of tension in the room, and wisely bowed, exiting without a word.
Once the doors hissed shut, the room felt instantly smaller. You didn't shrink under Obi-Wan's cold, piercing gaze. Instead, you tucked the datapad under your arm and met his eyes with a slight, challenging arch of your brow.
"Master Kenobi," you said, your voice smooth, carrying that slight bite he had come to expect. "You look particularly grim today. Did I violate another piece of Jedi protocol by telling your Padawan not to trip over his own boots?"
"Your instructions are fine," Obi-Wan said, walking slowly toward you. He stopped just a foot away, using his height to try and establish a dominance he didn't entirely feel. "It is your presence that is becoming an issue."
You let out a short, dry laugh. "My presence? I'm doing my job."
"You're overstepping," Obi-Wan said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it had dropped an octave, carrying a lethal, quiet edge that usually made politicians flinch. "Your mandate is logistics and tactical overview. It is not to undermine my instructions to my Padawan."
"I'm keeping him alive," you retorted, your voice equally low, equally dangerous. You took a deliberate step forward, off the mat and into his space. "Your 'instructions' are rooted in a centuries-old dogmatic rhythm that the enemies have already mapped out. I’m giving him unpredictable variables. If you can’t handle that, Master Kenobi, take it up with the Council."
"Do not hide behind the Council," he snarled, a sudden, violent crack in his pristine Jedi facade. He closed the remaining distance between you in two swift, predatory strides.
He stopped so close you could feel the heat radiating from his chest. The smell of the sharp, clean scent of his skin hit you all at once.
"You think you’re so incredibly clever," Obi-Wan murmured, his eyes darkening as they swept over your face, tracking the rapid pulse fluttering at the base of your throat. "You come into the Temple, you disrupt my schedule, you look at him with that smirk—"
"I don't smirk at him," you breathed, your defiance catching in your throat as his shadow completely blocked out the ambient light of the room. The sheer mass of his presence was overwhelming, a physical weight pressing against your chest.
"You do," Obi-Wan insisted, his voice dropping into a rough, gravelly whisper. "You challenge him, you invite him to push back. He is a boy. He is impressionable. He needs a master who commands his absolute, undivided attention."
"He gives you his attention!" you snapped, your hands coming up to press against his chest to force some space between you. Your palms met the rough fabric of his tabards, right over the heavy, rhythmic thud of his heart. "He practically worships you, Obi-Wan! This isn't about Anakin's focus!"
The use of his first name was the final thread snapping.
Obi-Wan’s hands shot out of his sleeves. His fingers wrapped around your wrists, not painfully, but with an iron, unyielding grip that pinned your hands flat against his chest, trapping you against him. You gasped, your eyes widening as you tried to pull back, but he didn't budge a millimeter. He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips.
"Then who is it about?" he demanded, his gaze fierce, agonizingly intense, boring into yours with a desperation that terrified you. "Tell me. If it's not him, then who am I trying to protect?"
"Me," you whispered, the word a breathless challenge, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs. "You want me gone because you hate that you can't control me."
"I want you gone because I can't control myself when you are in the room!"
The admission tore from his throat, raw and bleeding, shattering the last remnants of his Jedi serenity.
The silence that followed was deafening. Obi-Wan was breathing hard, his chest heaving against your trapped hands. He didn't let go of your wrists. His grip shifted, his thumbs dragging slow, possessive circles over the sensitive skin of your pulses, feeling them race in tandem with his own.
His gaze dropped to your mouth, heavy and starved. For a fraction of a second, the tension shifted from a battlefield to a precipice. He leaned down a fraction of an inch, his lips almost brushing yours, close enough that you could taste the desperate, angsty heat radiating from him. Every instinct in your body screamed at you to close the gap, to pull him down into the ruin he was so terrified of.
He wanted to. The Force around him was a swirling, turbulent storm of desire and profound, aching guilt. He was a Jedi Master. This was betrayal. This was a fall.
And you were standing there, stubborn and beautiful, looking at him like you wanted to tear him apart.
With a sharp, ragged exhale, Obi-Wan suddenly wrenched his hands away, releasing you so abruptly you had to take a step back to catch your balance. He turned his back to you, his shoulders rigid, his hands trembling as he shoved them back into the safety of his deep sleeves.
"Leave," he rasped, his voice thick, staring blindly at the rainy Coruscant skyline.
You stood in the center of the training room, your wrists still tingling where his fingers had burned into your skin. Your breath was shaky, your mind reeling from the sheer, terrifying gravity of what had just happened.
"Obi-Wan—"
"I said leave," he repeated, tighter this time, a plea disguised as a command. "Before I forget every vow I have ever taken."
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The woods were dark, cold, and inhospitable. Even the wildlife seemed to have retreated from the weather, leaving the forest drenched, grey, and unnaturally still. But it was not the kind of stillness that brought peace. Instead, it felt watchful. The sort of silence that settled over the world before a storm.
And after everything that had happened so far, Obi-Wan had become familiar with that kind of silence. Master, please hear me, he reached out through the Force, uncertain whether Qui-Gon’s absence was merely a matter of distance. Or something else. Obi-Wan pushed the thought aside before it could take root. Ahead of him, Satine coughed again and stumbled over a fallen log half-hidden beneath mud and debris. He was at her side in an instant, catching her by the shoulders before she could fall.
“Are you alright?” She looked terrible. Her skin was pale. Dark circles lingered beneath bloodshot eyes, and even standing seemed to require an effort that had not been there before. “Yes, Ben,” she replied between coughs. “I just… I just need to sit for a moment.”
Pulling his cloak tighter around her shoulders, she lowered herself onto a moss-covered rock, her fingers red from the cold. Obi-Wan studied her for a moment as she sat with her eyes closed. Slowly, he reached out and brushed the back of his fingers against her forehead. He frowned. “You feel hot.” Lowering himself to her level, he searched her face.
“I-I’m certain it’s nothing,” she replied between coughs, the fit lasting longer than before.
“No, Satine. I have to disagree. I think you have a fever.” His stomach sank. After everything they had endured—the bounty hunters, the river, the cold—now this. Obi-Wan drew a slow breath, the scent of petrichor anchoring him. What could he do? “I think…” he hesitated, weighing his options. “I think we should find shelter. You need to rest.”
“Shelter?” A tired smile flickered across her face. “Look around.” She gestured weakly toward the forest. “There’s nowhere to go. This place is crawling with hunters.” A cough caught in her throat. When it finally passed, she lowered her gaze. “I think we’re running out of places to hide, Ben.” Obi-Wan pressed his lips together. A knot tightened in his chest.
She was probably right.
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The scent of wet earth, soaked leaves, and damp wood filled Qui-Gon’s lungs as he breathed. The forest lay in thick darkness, and the Jedi Master relied on all his senses to find his way back to the mine and the ship that had become home over the past few months. He huffed, adjusting the heavy rucksack on his shoulders, his lightsaber ignited in his right hand to cast a soft glow along the path. Frigid air tingled against his cheeks, but the Force flowed through him in warm waves, softening the bite of it.
Almost there, he thought, his attention inevitably drifting toward his two young charges. Two young hearts. Quietly breaking beneath the canopy of wet leaves and sleeping birds. And he felt it in the silence, interrupted only by their footsteps in the soaked muck. He glanced over his shoulder, and even in the dark, he could see them. Walking side by side, hand in hand, but something felt off. The quiet between them was like the distance separating two sides of the same canyon. A gap so wide, so deep that for a moment it seemed impossible to cross.
Was it like that… when Master Tahl left you? Obi-Wan had asked, searching for guidance. In that moment, Qui-Gon knew his Padawan was trying to make sense of his own feelings, desperate for something, anything to ease the burden of imminent loss. But the question… it struck a nerve best left alone.
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I’ve been thinking about why my fic doesn’t get a lot of kudos or comments, and after a brief conversation with a friend, she pointed out something that really made sense.
My story includes a lot of characters beyond the usual Obitine trio—Obi-Wan, Satine, and Qui-Gon. There are several parallel storylines unfolding at the same time, and I’m starting to think that might be where some readers lose interest.
Some people might come in expecting romance—maybe even a bit of smut—but instead they find politics, war, and some fairly graphic violence.
As a reader myself, though, I always found myself wondering about the bigger picture when reading Obitine fics. What was happening in the conflict? What was going on in Mandalore? Who was in charge if Satine wasn’t there? What about Bo-Katan?
So when I started outlining this story, I tried to answer those questions—the ones that had always stayed in the back of my mind.
At this point, I think the best way to describe my story is that it isn’t really a love story. It’s more of a war story where love happens. And because it’s centered around war, there’s a lot of violence, and those events shape who the characters become in the end.
I just wanted to say a big thank you to @slinkygail for bringing this up—it was a really helpful moment of reflection for me.
Meanwhile, I’m still working on it.
We’re getting closer to the final lap now, so stay tuned!
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That was a very challenging chapter to write. At the same time that I had a lot of fun working on it, I thought this chapter was going to be the one which was going to make me give writing up once and for all. Tying all the characters arcs together in a meaningful way is no easy task, and I am grateful I was able to do it.
Now, there are a few hidden eggs in this chapter, and I would love for you to find them!
If you happen to come across any of them, please let me know in the comments. I’d loooove to hear your thoughts.
Thanks again for bearing with me, everyone!
Enjoy, like, comment and share! ❤️
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