Star Wars Imagines

The Outer Rim was a rather lonely place to live, but it was necessary for you to remain hidden from anyone who might wish to mess around with you. It was rare for you to stay in one place for too long, as you were constantly moving to different cities and planets to avoid getting too comfortable with the people in the area.

Dantooine, however, seemed to suit you nicely. In fact, you remained on the hillside of the planet for much longer than you had anywhere else. The area that you had found to live was quiet and rather uneventful. However, when you were in need of entertainment, you could occupy yourself at the small cantina in the center of the city at the bottom of the hill. The cantina, the most popular spot in your town, was where you received all of your news and any other information you might be interested in.

To ease your boredom one day, you decided to make a trip to the cantina for a few drinks and to catch up on the holomedia before heading back to work the next day. In the Outer Rim, time moved very slowly, and drinking was the best way to flash forward.

As you entered the cantina, the man behind the counter waved at you, gesturing to an empty stool at the bar. With a slight smile, you slid into the seat and watched while the owner concocted your favorite beverage. After he placed the glass in front of you, he reached for a towel to begin cleaning some of the empty cups that lined the bar. “Did you hear about that mess on Andelm IV?” You raised your eyebrow in silence as you eyed the man, “They have some serious crime problems. I’m hoping the citizens here don’t get any ideas like that.”

You shook your head as you placed your empty glass in front of you, “I’m sure they won’t, at least not in our town, anyway. The people around here are much too peaceful for any sort of crime.”

The owner nodded and finished the rest of his work in silence. You shifted your attention to the holomedia channel that was flashing in front of you, allowing yourself to become lost in the outside world. Just as you were getting absorbed in a story about bad harvest season, the owner of the bar stepped in front of you with another glass in his hand. When he placed it down in front of you, you furrowed your brow. “I didn’t order another.”

He gestured to the side, “That man over there ordered it for you,” You remained seated as you shifted your attention to a man sitting in one of the bar stools at the other end. He had light hair with a beard that made him appear much older than he potentially was. There was something about his presence that intrigued you. “You should go over there and say hello, Y/N. You’ve been in this town for quite some time, and I can tell that you’re lonely. Why don’t you go make a friend?”

Without arguing, you allowed your curiosity to get the better of you as you made your way to the other end of the counter. With the free drink in your hand, you slid into the stool next to the stranger. “May I ask why you ordered me a drink?”

He looked up at you with a slight smirk, “What? Is it unusual for people on this planet to be kind?” You cocked your head to the side as you examined his face, waiting for him to continue, “Alright, to be honest, you looked rather lonely, and what better conversation starter than a free drink.”

Finally, you returned the smile back and lifted the rim of the glass to your lips, allowing the alcohol to burn your throat for a moment. “Well, I appreciate it; I can never complain about anything that is free.”

“I hope you don’t find me rude, but may I ask what someone like you is doing way out here in the Outer Rim? You certainly don’t look like you belong, and I recognize your accent to be from the Core Worlds.”

You took another sip of your drink, “Now, it is unusual for people on this planet to ask such questions.”

“Oh, won’t you humor a clueless outlander?” He smiled, showing his teeth, as he reached for his own glass.

“I used to be a spice-jacker when I was younger - accidentally got involved with some unforgiving pirates who swore they would be the death of me. Ever since, I’ve been hiding out in the Outer Rim,” You gestured toward him, “I believe it’s your turn now.”

He hesitated for a moment, “I suppose that you could say I was on the wrong side of the war...However, I’m not usually on Dantooine. I am only here for a while...I ran into some trouble on Tatooine, so I decided to hide out before I went back.”

“This is an excellent place for hiding,” You noted as you lifted your glass.

He did the same, “You are not wrong.”

After a bit of conversation, you had learned that the man’s name was Ben Kenobi, and he was attempting moisture farming back on Tatooine. There was something about him that made you feel so comfortable - something that drew you into him.

The two of you had ordered a few more drinks while you continued talking. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the way Ben made you feel, but you felt as if you could tell him each and every one of your secrets, if he asked. During a pause of the conversation, you turned more serious, “Why did you hesitate before you told me why you were here?”

“Did I?” He allowed his eyes to fall to the countertop as he played with the rim of his glass.

“You did.”

“It is possible that you misread me. But, I can only assume that you are going to insist that you didn’t,” You were silent as he turned his head in the direction of the holomedia program that was playing. For a moment, he focused on the screen before turning back to you. “You see that news story? The one about the Empire? That is why I am here.”

You furrowed your brow, “Were you a member of the Republic?”

“Even worse,” He began, “I was a Jedi.”

You felt your heart sank. You could only imagine the pain that he had felt when his fellow Jedi had been slaughtered. But, at the same time, there was a part of you that was excited - and rather hopeful - that not all of the Jedi had become extinct.

When you looked at Ben, however, you could see that there was something more than him just being a Jedi. You reached out to touch his arm softly, “What else?”

“My dear, it is a very saddening story I’m afraid. I would not want to bore you with such heavy information.”

You shook your head, “Throughout my life I have known a few Jedi, and I wish to know more about their story. Please, tell me everything that you can.”

With a deep sigh, he looked into his half-empty glass. There was no doubt in your mind that, if he had been sober, Ben would not have been sharing this information with you. However, you were curious, and you were not going to stop him. “I had trained a boy...His name was Anakin, and he was my apprentice. We had a prophecy, you see, and...Anakin was supposed to be the chosen one,” He paused for a moment while he shuddered at the thought, “Anakin...He...He was seduced by the dark side. He turned against the Order that he had been raised under. The young man that I had trained since he was a young boy...tried to kill me not too long ago. But, he is dead now.”

You were silent as you took in his words, “And you feel as if this is all your fault?”

Ben shot you a look, “I did not say that.”

“But that is how you feel,” You looked into his eyes as you continued speaking, “You feel that you did not train him well enough, that it is your fault he was seduced by the dark side. But, have you ever considered the maybe...maybe it was going to happen regardless of who trained him? I do not know you well, Ben Kenobi, but you do not seem like the type of man to allow this to happen. I do not believe it is your fault.”

For half of a second, Ben looked broken. He quickly composed himself, however, as he cleared his throat before he began, “You are a very kind person,” He smiled lightly, “You do not belong out here in the Outer Rim.”

You reached out and stroked his arm, “I do not believe you belong out here, either.”

Once your group had grabbed their lunch trays and sat around one of the grey tables, you placed your own tray next to Poe’s, sliding into the seat next to him. The two of you sat at the end of the table, sharing a conversation that you had not felt the need to include the rest of the group in on. You and Poe sat at your end, laughing and chatting about various topics regarding gossip around base. Before you could continue, however, the voice of one of your friends cut you off, “Well, you two sure are having a good time down there.”

You turned to your friend, giving them a look. When you focused your attention back to Poe, you noticed him slightly blushing. “What’s it to you?” You asked, giving your friend a slight smirk.

Your friend shrugged, “Oh, nothing; I just think you two should get a room.”

Beside you, you felt Poe hardened once again. Trying to lighten the mood, you retorted, “Well, I think we know that Dameron would be into that, wouldn’t  you?” When you turned back to him, his face looked rather horrified. After you realized that your teasing was a bit too much, you instantly began to feel terrible. Clearly, that was not a topic of conversation that Poe wanted the rest of the group to joke about.

The table fell into an awkward silence, and after a moment Poe grabbed his tray and began to stand up, “I think I’m going to head back to my compartment now. Thanks for inviting me.”

You watched as Poe made his way out of the cafeteria. You knew that it was your fault that he had left so quickly, and you would have felt terrible if you did not apologize. Grabbing your own tray, you explained to the group that you wanted to soften things with Poe and excused yourself from lunch.

As quick as possible, you made your way into the corridor. From a slight distance, you saw Poe turn the corner. You called his name as you began to jog so you could catch up to him. When you made your way around the corner as well, you saw that he had stopped to wait for you.

Relived that he apparently was not too upset, you sighed. When you looked at him, you were a bit confused by his expression. Leaning in on the balls of your feet, you looked away from Poe’s strange face. “I just wanted to apologize for what I said back there. It isn’t right for me to make jokes like that.”

Poe shrugged, “It’s alright. I mean, it’s not like you were wrong.”

“Pardon?” You raised an eyebrow as you studied him. Surely, you had misheard him.

Suddenly, Poe’s eyes grew darker and he took a step closer to you. Before you could register it, his face was next to yours, and his lips were pressed to your ear, “I would not mind being alone in a room with you.”

Much to your surprise, you tried to suppress a moan at the tone of Poe’s voice. You had always found him to be an attractive man, but there was something about him in this moment that drove you wild. Taking the initiative, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into you.

While you kissed him, you could not help but to twist your fingers in his hair to ensure that no space was left in between your faces. Poe let his hands grasp at your hips, desperately pawing at your tunic. You realized that the middle of the corridor was no place for this sort of behavior, so you quickly broke away from the kiss to suggest making way to his compartment to continue. With a nod, Poe grabbed your hand and led you in the direction of his room.

After he opened the door, Poe pressed his mouth against yours once again and directed you to his small bedroom. With a slight thud, Poe placed you on his bed as he began to kick off his shoes, and you did the same. There was something about the intensity of the entire situation that turned you on; it was much different than anything you had experienced before.

Within a few moments, both of you were nearly completely unclothed. You took a moment to study Poe’s abdomen, which had been carved nicely from years of training. Reaching out, you traced your fingers along his chest, causing him to shiver beneath your touch.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Poe gently pushed you back onto his bed and let his lips fall against the side of your neck. While he kissed your exposed skin, you squirmed in pleasure beneath his body. You raised your hands so you could wrap them around his neck, and eventually twirl your fingers in his dark hair.

Sure enough, a small door opened, allowing you to see light for the first time. The new found brightness hurt your eyes, and you had to shut them before you could examine the source of the voices.

“Get the prisoner,” You heard a gnarly, rather robotic voice grumble.

After the command, you felt two hands reach down to begin to unlock your chains. When the shackles fell to the hard ground beneath you, the pain they had left behind suddenly become evident. Finally, you felt that you were able to open your eyes once again, and when you did, you noticed two men and a large...droid...standing before you. To be honest, you had no clue about the one robotic looking creature. There were aspects about it that seemed humanoid, but the overall appearance was robotic. This creature scared you more than the two muscular looking men beside it.

“Do not try enough rash,” The robotic creature informed you. Before he could continue, he allowed a deep cough to come from him, “If you try and escape; I will kill you,” The creature leaned in to put extra emphasis on his final words. You were surprised that a robot could have such foul smelling breath.

Clearly judging by the size of the blasters in the two other men's’ hands, escaping was not an option. You remained put and decided to try and find out why you had been captured, “What am I doing here?”

One of the men spoke this time, “You are on the transport ship of General Grievous. It would be in your best interest to show some respect.”

Your nose crinkled as you eyed the robotic creature before you. He was most presumably General Grievous. “Why have I been brought to your ship, General Grievous?”

“You are a fool if you think I will tell you that,” Grievous looked at the two men, “Take the prisoner to the chamber and see what you can find out that might be important.”

The two men gave a salute to the robotic creature as it turned - rather dramatically - and left the room. The two men then grabbed onto your elbows and began to drag you about the transport. In a few minutes, you had been brought to a rather grotesque looking chamber. It was evident that terrible things happened in this room.

One of the men yanked at you and shackled you to a chair in the center of the room. Then, he stepped back to join the other man, “I think it would be in your best interest to tell us everything that you know about Anakin Skywalker.”

Your breathing hitched. It suddenly made sense as to why you had been captured. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remembered having a conversation with Anakin about a terrible man named General Grievous (though, you had assumed he was human rather than...whatever he was).

Though you still weren’t sure what these men wanted with you, there was no doubt in your mind that you were going to remain quiet. “I know nothing about Anakin Skywalker. I have never heard the name.”

One of the men’s nostrils flared as he took a step toward you, “We know that you know him! Tell us now or things will end badly for you.”

Instead of speaking, you spat towards the men. One of the men took a step closer and lifted his fist, allowing it to collide into your cheek. Turning your head, you spit blood onto to the ground before looking back at the men to say, “I will not give up any information about Anakin Skywalker.”

The man punched you again, but you knew that he could punch you forever and you would never tell him what he wanted. Before he could strike you again, the other man pulled his arm back, “Don’t; there is another way we can find Anakin Skywalker.”

“How?”

“Use the prisoner as bait.”

You remained in the chamber for quite some time. The blood on your face began to dry, and you wished for nothing more than to tell Anakin to remain put where he was. In your heart, you knew that he was searching for you. Though you did not have the Force, you tried your hardest to concentrate on sending a signal to Anakin ordering him to stay away.

After a few hours of sitting in the chair, you began to feel incredibly weak. Your eyelids began to grow heavy, and you weren’t sure you were going to be able to stay awake any longer. So, giving in to your exhaustion, you allowed yourself to close your eyes and the world around you went dark once again.

“Y/N!” The voice tore you from your sleep. When you opened your eyes, you frantically searched about the room for its source. Your eyes finally landed on a small window on the door, and you noticed Anakin standing on the other side.

As soon as you saw him, you instantly felt terrible. This was exactly the opposite of what you wanted; Anakin had fallen right into the trap.

Anakin tried to use the Force to open the door, and you shook your head, trying to tell him to head back to his own ship and leave the area as fast as he could. Of course, Anakin either did not hear you or did not care, because in a moment he had the chamber door opened and he was standing in the entryway.

He ran over to you as quickly as he could and grabbed your hands, “I have to get you out of here; Grievous has put a detonator on the ship.”

“Is he still here?” You asked as Anakin began to use the Force to remove your chains.

Anakin shook his head, “No. That pathetic slime evacuated as soon as he realized he was no match for my lightsaber skills,” Anakin removed the last chain and grabbed your hand, “We don’t have much time; we have to get to the hangar bay.”

You and Anakin had managed to escape the transport before it exploded. Thankfully, a medical droid had accompanied Anakin on his ship, and you sat in the back allowing it to clean your wounds. Whenever the droid pressed the gauze to your injuries, you could not help but to wince.

While the medical droid healed you, Anakin walked into the room, “I can’t believe Grievous went this far,” he kneeled down on the ground next to you as he examined your wounds, “Whenever I see that no good sleemo, I’m going to make him pay for what he did.”

Weakly, you reached out to touch Anakin’s arm, “Don’t think about that right now; what matters is that no one was killed.”

“You could have been. I can’t believe that I was so foolish to let them--”

You shook your head, cutting Anakin off, “Anakin, there is nothing that you could have done, alright? Please, don’t beat yourself up for this.”

With a sigh, Anakin let his eyes fall to the ground. Before the conversation could continue, the medical droid announced that were able to move about and your wounds would heal soon. Anakin helped you out of the chair and directed you to the sitting area of the starship.

Anakin sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around your body to pull you closer into him. Before you completely settled down, you turned to look at him, “Please no more talk of Grievous; I just want to enjoy the fact that everyone is okay.”

Silently, Anakin nodded. The two of you sat like this for the remainder of the trip through hyperspace. Anakin let his hand fall to the side of your arm and he stroked your exposed skin lightly. After a while, he reached down with his free hand to intertwine his fingers with yours, “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You turned to face him and placed your hand on the side of his face, “Hopefully, you won’t ever have to.”

In that moment, you felt like crying. The droid rolled out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You covered your face with your hands as you tried to convince yourself that things could be much worse, but you could not fool yourself.

You pushed yourself off from the table and let your feet hit the cold floor below. After collecting your belongings, you wiped your tears and began to make your way out of the office to head back home.

In all honesty, you weren’t sure how you were going to tell Obi-Wan. There had been a part of you that wanted to keep this information to yourself as you felt selfish and did not want him to leave you, but you knew sooner or later he was going to realize.

After talking to yourself for a bit, you decided that you would give him the option to go ahead and leave if that’s what he wished. You knew that there was no way that you could live with yourself if Obi-Wan were to be removed from the Order, and you would much rather see him happy there than with you and your child.

You wondered if he would be angry. This was Obi-Wan Kenobi you were talking about, however, and you knew better than to assume he would grow angry with you. Besides, this wasn’t all your fault (or so you kept telling yourself). However, you knew that there was no way that he was going to be pleased with this information; it was only going to create more trouble for him to deal with.

In the middle of giving yourself a slight pep talk, you heard the front door to your apartment open. Instead of going to greet Obi-Wan like you usually did, you remained put in the kitchen, unable to speak or move. From the entrance of the apartment, you thought you heard Obi-Wan call your name, but you weren’t sure as the pounding in your ears was so loud.

“There you are,” Obi-Wan’s voice came from behind you, “I was beginning to think you were out.”

You felt Obi-Wan wrap his arms around your body and place his chin on your shoulder. For a moment, he waited for you to speak, but when you remained silent, he furrowed his brow, “Is there something wrong? You haven’t spoken once. You’re worrying me, Y/N.”

Trying your best not to cry, you finally turned to face him, “Obi-Wan, we need to talk about something.”

You noticed the panic flash across his eyes for a brief moment. After collecting himself, Obi-Wan gave you a slight nod and began to make his way toward the table so he could sit down.

Sitting across from him, you tried your best not to come across as worried - as you did not wish to startle him - but you felt that was going to be impossible. Gently, you reached out for his hand and squeezed it lightly. “I don’t really know the best way to tell you this, but...I understand if you’re angry or upset. You can leave if you want; I’ll understand - I need you to do what’s best for you.”

Obi-Wan frowned, “Y/N, what in stars are you talking about?”

“I’m…I’m pregnant,” You gulped nervously as you looked away from him.

You felt Obi-Wan pull his hand away from yours and felt your bottom lip quiver. You expected him to say something, but instead he remained silent. When you gathered the courage to look at him, you noticed he was staring off in the distance, seemingly lost in thought. You decided that this reaction scared you even more as you were unable to sense his emotion.

“Obi-Wan...please say something. If you want to leave me, that’s okay; I understand completely. I just need you to please -”

Without looking up at you, Obi-Wan raised a finger, “Stop talking for a moment. I need to think,” You were a bit surprised by how soft his voice sounded, and you took this moment of silence to compose yourself. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, presumably taking a minute to meditate. Soon, he reopened his eyes and looked at you, “Y/N, I am not going to leave you; we are in this together.”

“But the Order-”

He shook his head, “Forget about the Order for now. Y/N, I need you not to say anything for a moment and let me speak,” He waited for you to nod your head before he continued, “I am not angry nor am I upset. Y/N, I would never leave you, especially not for something like this. Yes, this isn’t the most ideal situation, but it is not an impossible one. Do you understand this?”

Looking away from him, you nodded your head, “Yes.”

“Look at me, Y/N,” He said softly as he reached out to stroke the side of your face. When you turned back to him, you noticed him sliding out of his chair to get on his knees before you. Removing his hand from your face, he brought it to your hands, holding them tightly in his own. “This isn’t how I had ever planned for this to go, but now is better than later...Y/N, will you marry me?”

Your breathing hitched as you studied him. For a moment, you wondered if he was only asking to make you feel better, but you knew that Obi-Wan would never propose without meaning it. However, you knew that this was not a safe option for him, “Obi-Wan...I don’t think that-”

“Shh…” He looked deeply into your eyes, “I love you so much, Y/N. I would do anything for you if you asked, do you understand? I want to be with you and our child for as long as I live. Alright? In this moment, stop thinking about me and think about yourself...What do you say, will you marry me?”

You felt overwhelmed with feelings you were unable to name as you began to frantically nod your head, “Yes. Yes, I will.”

Obi-Wan leaned into you to press his lips against yours, “I don’t have a ring or anything, but we will work something out. Just like we will work something out about our child.”

“You promise that you aren’t upset?”

He gave you a soft smile as he stroked the side of your face, “I promise.”

You could be my luck

Even if the sky is falling down

I know that we'll be safe and sound

We're safe and sound

There was something about him that always calmed you. Obi-Wan was the only person in the universe that you felt truly understood you. Sure, there wasn’t much of you to understand, but Obi-Wan was always there for you, regardless.

Throughout your time as a Jedi, there were many situations that you felt were going to be the end of you. There were times that your life was truly on the line, but whenever Obi-Wan had accompanied you on a mission, you knew that everything was going to turn out just fine. As long as he was there, you were safe.

I could fill your cup

You know my river won't evaporate

This world we still appreciate

You could be my luck

Even in a hurricane of frowns

I know that we'll be safe and sound

There was no doubt in your mind that the Jedi Council would disapprove of your semi-romantic relationship with Obi-Wan if they had ever discovered it. From time to time, you worried about the inevitable day when you are called into the Council room to discuss your fate.

You could see it in your mind clearly: You would stand in the center of the room - next to Obi-Wan - watching as the masters gave both of you deep frowns that you could not escape. However, in your mind, you would look over at Obi-Wan, and despite the unfortunate circumstance, he would give you an encouraging nod, reassuring to you that everything was going to be just fine as long as you two were together.

Safe and sound

We're safe and sound

Safe and sound

We're safe and sound

Hold your ground

We're safe and sound

Safe and sound

After dangerous missions, you were often in a state of anxiety; which you knew was not the proper way for you to behave. You had spent hours being shot at, stabbed at, and tortured by your enemies, which had a severe effect on you physically and mentally. Whenever you had finally returned to the safety and comfort of your transport, Obi-Wan would be waiting for you - just as bruised and broken - with a welcoming grin.

You would sit in the chairs of the starship as it lifted up into space, and Obi-Wan would wrap his protective arm around your shoulders as he pulled you closer into him. The two of you would sit there in silence until Obi-Wan would lower his head to your ear to whisper to you that you were safe now.

I could show you love

In a tidal wave of mystery

You'll still be standing next to me

You could be my luck

Even if we're six feet underground

I know that we'll be safe and sound

We're safe and sound

It was hard to express your true feelings, considering the serious consequences that may occur if you did, but you always wanted to make sure that Ob-Wan knew you loved him. You hoped that in the sincere words that you said and the promises that you made, that he would always know that you would be there for him until the end of time. You would be there for him, fighting alongside him, loving him unlike anyone, for as long as you were alive (and in the life after).

Together, you undressed, and took a moment to admire each other’s bodies for truly the first time. Finn’s abdomen was perfectly chiseled from many years of training that reflected across each plane of his chest. Lifting your hand, you stroked it against his skin, causing him to slightly shiver beneath your touch. You began to allow your hand to explore lower, but he brought his own up to catch your wrist.

Confused, you looked up at him, curious as to whether he had decided against this newfound intimacy. With a raised eyebrow, you asked: “Is something wrong?”

Finn swallowed nervously as he tore his eyes away from yours, “It’s just…” His voice trailed off while you anxiously waited for him to continue, which he did not.

“Finn, if you don’t want to do this, please tell me. I completely understand if you’re not comfortable right now,” You gave him a light smile that you hoped would ease his nerves and allow him to be honest with you. To be honest, you did not mind waiting until he was more comfortable; this was not something that you wanted to rush.

“I want to do this, Y/N; I really do. It’s just that...I have never...I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Finn’s confession did not surprise you in the least. Before he had admitted it, you had always assumed that it was not likely for him to have had any experience with this sort of thing, considering his past and the strict order he previously followed. That fact, however, had never caused you to think less of him.

This was partly because you had not had any experience yourself. There had been one time when you were a teenager when you and another pilot had been a bit intimate in an abandoned supply closet, but it did not exceed anything other than heavy kissing and above clothing touches.

Trying your best to calm his nerves, you reached out to stroke the side of his face. “Finn, I’ve never done this before either.”

He finally brought his eyes back to yours, “You haven’t? I thought that...I thought that it was just me.”

“No, I’m just as new to this as you are,” You shook your head, trying to be as gentle with him as possible, “And, I just want you to know that if you aren’t ready, we should wait.”

To your surprise, Finn’s face broke out into a rather large grin. Confused, you tilted your head to the side awaiting his explanation for the sudden change in his behavior, “I was really only nervous because I thought that you were more experienced than me. Now that I know that you’re not, this won’t be anything to worry about at all!”

Returning his grin, you brought your hand back to his chest, “Are you sure you want this, Finn?”

“I have never been more sure of anything.”

With his permission, you allowed your hand to trail across his body, exploring the newly exposed skin that you had never seen before. Leaning toward him, you brought your face to his and pressed your mouth against his lips. While you kissed him, you felt him place his hands on your hips, keeping your body closer to his own.

Breaking away from his mouth, you let your head fall to the side of his neck as you planted delicate kisses on his skin. With a soft groan, Finn dug his fingernails into your skin, causing you to slightly rock against him.

After you tore yourself away from his neck, you looked deeply in his eyes before you began. “You sure?”

Finn nodded, “Are you sure?”

It was impossible for you to mentally calculate how long you and your group had been wandering about the rocky wastelands of Iego. Naturally, you assumed that your group was wandering aimlessly, but you knew better than to bring that up to your master.

Instead, your fellow padawan did: “Master,” the boy whined, “I swear we have been walking for hours with no destination in sight.”

Knowing your master as you did, you anticipated him to scold the impatient boy. To your surprise, your master reached out to pat the padawan on the head, “Practice your patience, Anakin; we will reach the Choir Alignment in time.”

In confusion, you furrowed your brow. Instead of pressing the issue, you ignored your feelings and remained two steps and slightly to the left behind your master, just as a padawan should.

The remainder of the time walking through the Scatter was spent in silence. As the group walked through the shallow valley, you took note of all the fallen starships left behind by the Angels. The scene was a rather pitiful one, and caused a slight twinge to tug at your heart. However, with a soft shake of the head, you allowed those feelings to escape you.

If you had not been paying attention, the sudden stop your master made would have sent you colliding into his back. Instead, you steadied your feet to the hard ground below you, and awaited your master’s explanation to the sudden stop.

“Qui-Gon,” You heard Obi-Wan mutter beside your master, “I do believe we have reached the Choir Alignment.”

Your master nodded, “I would have to agree with you, Obi-Wan.”

The area before you was one of the most unique you had ever seen. Throughout your padawan training, you had been to many different corners of the galaxy (more bad than good), but you had never seen anything as extravagant as the valley before you. The Choir Alignment stretched across many meters, and created the shape of a star. After a moment, you recalled a tidbit you had learned in your research that if one were to stand in the center of the star, the forty-two moons of Iego would arrange themselves in geometric patterns.

You had been so captivated by the mesmerizing land before you that you had not noticed Obi-Wan take a few steps back to stand beside you. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?”

His voice shook you from your trance. “I have never seen anything like this.”

Looking up at his face, you watched his lips transform into a smile, “The Angels are an interesting people, aren’t they?”

“I long to meet one,” You admitted.

“Maybe we will.”

Before the conversation between you and the Jedi Knight could continue, your master called your name, requesting your presence alongside his other padawan. Giving Obi-Wan a slight nod, you slipped away to join your master, leaving the older Jedi with a soft smile still stretched across his face.

Qui-Gon had informed the group that it would be necessary to build a shelter for the night. Your master had requested help to find materials to build a small shelter, and though you had offered, he chose Anakin instead. Before he left to make his way back to the edge of the Scatter with his other padawan, Qui-Gon instructed you to help Obi-Wan build a fire.

When the two were out of sight, you plopped down on the hard ground next to Obi-Wan with a disgruntled sigh. Obi-Wan studied you from his peripheral before asking: “Are you alright?”

“I know it is wrong of me to say, but I swear he prefers Anakin to me,” You couldn’t help but to reflect on all of the times Qui-Gon had chosen Anakin to accompany him on missions (sometimes leaving you behind on Coruscant) rather than yourself. Many times, it was often Obi-Wan guiding you more than your own master.

“If it makes you feel any better, I prefer you,” Obi-Wan gave you a light smirk as you tilted your head to the side in perplexion, “What? I think every Jedi has their favorites.”

You smiled as you looked at him, “I don’t understand why the Council didn’t assign you as my master; we work well together. And, besides, I like your company.”

Obi-Wan’s expression changed quickly, which caused his nostrils to slightly flare as he turned his head away from your gaze. “I suppose that it is for the best, maybe.”

Confused, a bit a hurt, you turned away from the Jedi Knight as you wondered what you had said to upset him. Before you could ask him, Qui-Gon and Anakin returned with various metals from discarded spaceships flung throughout the Scatter.

“The mood is tense,” Your master noted as he placed the materials down before the both of you.

Without looking away from the flame, Obi-Wan spoke, “It is nothing to worry about, Master.”

After the awkward conversation with Obi-Wan, you had decided to distance yourself from him for as long as you were able. If he noticed your isolation, he did not seem to care. For a while, you were worried that you had damaged your relationship with the older Jedi; you needed him in your life for the times when Qui-Gon was occupied with Anakin’s training.

The next night, your master had informed the group that he had received a transmission that an Angel refugee would be making an appearance at the Choir Alignment prior to the congregation the following week. Qui-Gon had explained that he would be conversing with the Angel to determine the extent of the Separatist infiltration of the planet.

Anxiously, you awaited the arrival of the creature with your fellow padawan. As you stood, staring up at the clear night sky, you felt a pair of strong hands place themselves on your shoulders. Looking back, you noticed Obi-Wan standing behind you, searching the stars himself.

You were sure the atmosphere surrounding you changed immediately, and you became relieved at the thought that Obi-Wan had not abandoned you just yet. Just as you were getting comfortable, a bright light began to float toward your group.

Obi-Wan removed his hands from your shoulders, and took a step back, waiting for the Angel to approach the small shelter. When the Angel had made its way before the four of you, you were immediately awed by its beauty. The creature was like nothing that you had ever seen before: it was radiant and its wings expanded delicately from its slender body. Though you were unable to make out its features, you wandered if the others saw a creature vastly different from the one you saw.

Behind you, you sensed Obi-Wan stiffen. Breaking your eye contact with the Angel, you turned to look at the Jedi Knight, who had his eyes plastered the ground beneath him. Creasing your brow, you stared at him for a moment, trying to decipher where his bursts of strange behavior were coming from.

After Qui-Gon had exchanged introductions with the Angel, he gestured for the you and Obi-Wan to head back to the shelter (asking Anakin to remain with him). Again, you tried not to let your emotions get the best of you as your master shooed you off, but you found that increasingly hard as Obi-Wan refused to look at you.

The two of you entered the the small shelter, and you looked out to see Qui-Gon out of hearing distance. In an attempt to fight your sadness, you turned back to Obi-Wan, who sat facing the opposite direction from you. Ignoring his behavior, you continued on as you felt you normally would. “What did you see when you looked at the Angel?”

You heard Obi-Wan’s breathing catch, “What?” He did not turn around to look at you.

“I heard a rumor that each person saw something different when-”

He had interrupted you, “I have heard that story.”

A bit confused at his harshness, you furrowed your brow (an action you felt yourself repeating a lot throughout this mission). “Well, what did you see?”

Still facing the wall of the shelter, Obi-Wan shrugged his shoulders, “I just saw an Angel, Y/N; it was just very bright.”

Deciding that you weren’t going to get a conversation from Obi-Wan, you decided to crawl to your end of the shelter to get underneath the thin blanket you had brought with on you on the mission. You told yourself that whatever news Qui-Gon and Anakin brought back with them would have to wait until the morning.

You laid down on the cold ground, using your blanket in an attempt to attract some sort of heat. Opening your eyes for a moment, you noticed Obi-Wan was still sitting facing the other direction; you assumed that he had decided to meditate.

Trying your best to relax, you closed your eyes again, bracing yourself to fight your conflicting emotions. As soon as you felt yourself beginning to drift away, you were awoken by Obi-Wan’s voice muttering something you were unable to hear.

Opening your eyes, you turned toward him, “What did you say?”

He sighed, still not looking at you, “The angel looked like you.”

“Obi-Wan,” You weren’t sure if you were just incredibly tired or if he was speaking nonsense, “What are you talking about?”

“The rumor about the Angels looking different for each person...When I looked at the angel, it looked like you.”

Needless to say, you were utterly confused, “What does that mean?”

“It means that I am doing a terrible job at being a Jedi, that is what it means.”

Again, you wrinkled your forehead, “Obi-Wan, I don’t know what you mean.”

Finally, he turned to face you. In the dark, you were not able to make out most of his features, but you could sense the feelings within him. After a moment of silence, he shook his head, “Forget it; get some rest. Master Jinn will be requesting your help tomorrow, and you will need to be rested.”

“Qui-Gon will only ask for Anakin to help him. I want you to tell me what is bothering you, Obi-Wan. I need you to explain to me why you saw my face in the Angel?”

He remained silent for quite some time. “Because I’m...I am in love with you.”

Your breathing hitched as you let his last words sink in. “You are...in love with me?”

“It doesn’t matter,” He let his head fall as he looked away from you again, “There is nothing to do about it. I don’t wish to talk about this anymore, Y/N; please get some sleep.”

Needless to say, sleeping was not the most simple task for you that night.

The remainder of the mission on Iego went by in a blur. After Obi-Wan’s confession, you could tell that your relationship with him had been forever altered. The only thing you were grateful for was an answer to his odd behavior during the mission.

Finally, after Qui-Gon had managed some sort of diplomatic solution with the Angel refugee, your group returned back to Coruscant. Only two days after your return, Qui-Gon had been invited to travel to a Jedi base somewhere on Tython. As you had expected, he had only invited Anakin to join you, and had requested Obi-Wan hold a training session with you during his absence.

The first time you had spoken to Obi-Wan since that night was when he tossed a training lightsaber your way and instructed you show him your progress. While you danced about the room, swinging your training weapon in each direction, you felt yourself consumed by your emotions.

“Steady yourself,” Obi-Wan reminded you, “Do not let your feelings distract you.”

“I do not know if that will be possible in this moment, Master.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “If you are referring to that night-”

“Master, I think that you need to be more honest with me about your feelings; maybe there is something that I can do to help you-”

Obi-Wan cut you off by lifting his hand and gesturing for you to make your way toward him, “Come here,” In a moment, you were standing before the Jedi Knight. “I do not know what you wish for me to do.”

You leaned in on the balls of your feet, “What do you want to do, Master?”

His breathing hitched as he turned to look away, “This is not appropriate, young padawan learner.”

Maybe there was a rebellious side set off within you due to Qui-Gon’s negligence, but you wanted nothing more than to go against the Code you had sworn to your master you’d serve. There was something about the lust radiating from Obi-Wan that attracted you toward him in a way that you had never experienced before.

You took another step toward him, and he did not step back. “Kiss me.”

Obi-Wan refused to look at you while he shook his head, “Y/N, I can’t.”

“Do you want to?” You kept your expression hard as you tried to stare directly into his soft eyes.

“You have no idea how badly I do,” His voice was laced with a softness you had never heard come from him; he sounded as if he was broken.

You had mumbled something that you weren’t even sure was intelligible, but before you could continue, Obi-Wan brought his hands to the sides of your face, and pressed his lips against yours. You felt your entire body relax as you pressed yourself into him; you could almost feel the Code slipping away from you as you kissed him back.

The kiss was over almost as soon as it began, and it left you dazed for a moment. When you came back to reality, you looked at Obi-Wan, who had a strange look plastered on his face, “What do you think Master Jinn would say if he had seen this?”

“I don’t think that he would even notice,” You began to smile as you twisted your fingers in Obi-Wan’s hair, readying yourself to pull him in for another kiss, “he’d be too invested in Anakin to care.”

It was now hours late and the number of customers were now at zero. You and Luke had just cleaned the cafe and you were just about ready to leave. As you grabbed your bag, you looked back at Luke, who was quickly checking to see everything was in place.

“Luke!” You exclaimed, grabbing his attention. “Your turn to close up, I did it yesterday and I gotta leave a bit early anyways.” He nodded and you held up the keys and tossed it to him, which he caught.

“See ya, Y/N!” He waved towards you as you shot him a smile and waved back before leaving the building and starting your walk home.

School, the most dreaded thing in the day of the life of the average teenager.

After getting prepared, ready, and finishing up your homework at the last minute, you made your way to school from your house. You pretty much walked everywhere, save for your friends driving you places and the trips to unnecessary family events. It was tiring, but you had somehow grown used to it.

You got to the place that you considered was equivalent to hell, and immediately spotted Leia. You called out her name and she turned, smiling at you.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” She laughed, giving you a quick hug, then pulling away. The both of you then started to walk down the halls, still deep in conversation.

“I just saw you yesterday.”

“I know, but with the fem club, cheer– oh wait, that was cancelled, student council, and the new internship at City Hall, my days just seem so much longer than they really are, you know?” She rambled, but then widened her eyes in realization. “Wait, you have a full time job! I just now realized that, your days must be long also!”

You laughed and sighed at the busy girl. “Leia, your days are way busier than mine. When was the last time you even hung out with Han?” Leia was miraculously dating Han Solo, and while you did support their relationship, the fact that they even got together was astounding to everybody, including you.

“Just recently, actually. He took me stargazing. You know, he may act like he doesn’t seem to care about me but really, he’s an actual sweetheart. A cuddly sweetheart. Han Solo, the ‘bad boy’ of the school loves to cuddle. It’s really cute.” Leia laughed and your heart melted. Their relationship was all you ever wished you had, hell, you just wanted a relationship. You had always had small crushes on guys but you never ended up confessing your feeling towards them or dating them. Basically, you’ve never dated anyone.

“Wow, why am I so jealous? I really shouldn’t be jealous.” You sighed, half sad and half amused at yourself. Leia looked at you concerned, and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you’re not gonna be alone forever, you’re gonna have a hot date waiting for you soon, I just know it. In fact, Han told me my brother has a bit of a big crush on you.” Leia smiled, and you looked at her astonished. Never in your life has anybody you liked returned those feeling, but then again, Han could be lying. Damn your pessimism.

“Okay, but you don’t exactly know that,” you retorted, “The only way to confirm that is if you confirm it. You’re his sister.”

“I actually do have evidence. The other day, I was looking in his room for something and well, I found a doodle page of your name in his notebook. Honest, I swear.” She held her right hand up and you were amazed at her discovery, as your heart started beating faster. “Go talk to him!”

“Not right now,” you giggled like a schoolgirl. “The bell will ring when I find him, I’ll talk to Luke after school, I promise.” Leia nodded understandingly as the both of you grinned and squealed. Your dream of finally having a boyfriend was finally coming true.

“Speak of the devil.” Leia whispered as you both turned to see Han walking towards the both of you, Luke awkwardly trailing behind him. They pulled each other into a tight embrace and you even saw Han kiss the top of the smaller girl’s head. Your heart couldn’t take it.

You turned to Luke and grinned in a way you tried now to look creepy. “Hi Luke.” you finally spoke and he gave a small smile back. You could definitely tell that he could tell that you knew something, he just didn’t know what.

“Hey Y/N, nice to see you.” He said in a polite tone.

“I just saw you less than fourteen hours ago.” You laughed.

“It’s still lovely to see you.”

“Get a room.” Han cut in, and you blushed, embarrassed. You had never flirted with Luke like that before, but you had to admit, it felt good.

“Han, I think we should leave these two to their own devices, what do you think?” Leia asked. She smiled at you in a knowing way and you rolled her eyes at her.

“Yes, I think we should. Let’s go make out in a closet or something, do a couple kinda thing.” Han whispered something in Luke’s ear before dragging Leia off to whatever “couple things” they were going to do. But you damn well knew they were eavesdropping just around the corner.

“Y/N, I was wondering, um, if you’d like a ride to work? I mean I see you walking everyday after school and you get there a little more late than me, but if you’re willing to take the offer, I’d like that.” He shyly asked. Your eyes lit up and you nodded with excitement.

“Of course I’ll go,” you smiled, and he bit his lip, trying to conceal the mad grin he wanted to pull. There was also the urge to just kiss you right then and there, but he decided to wait up on that.

“That’s great, I’ll meet you at your last class, which is History in room 605?” He asked to clarify and you nodded once more. The bell rang throughout the halls, signalling for the students to go to their homeroom.

“I’ll see you, Luke.” you spoke as you walked away. You stopped and turned to give him a small wave. He returned it and watched you walk away before going to his own class.

You walked out of your history class and stood outside the classroom. Luke hadn’t arrived yet, but you knew he wouldn’t stand you up– he was too much of a gentleman to do so.

Luke quickly walked towards you and a sheepish smile appeared on his face. “Are you ready to go?” He asked. You nodded and stretched out your hand for him to hold. He seemed surprised by the action but he gladly took it and led you to his car. On the way, the both of you were engrossed in conversation about such random topics that you forgot how they came up.

His car was an old pickup truck, but you didn’t really mind. The type of car a boy had never bothered you, just the way they treated you was all that mattered. So far, Luke was perfect to and for you.

You let go of his hand, which felt cold without his touch. Luke walked towards the passenger door and opened it for you, as you stepped in. You were quite flattered by the action and you got in the car before he closed the door and opened the driver’s door and got in. He put his seatbelt on, whereas you already had yours on, and started up the old car. Luke then backed out of the parking space and drove out of the school’s lot.

He turned on the radio and one of your personal favorite songs started to play. You mindlessly began to sing along, surprisingly bewildering Luke. Until then, he had only ever heard the rare humming you did when cleaning the tables of the cafe but otherwise, this was the first time he had heard you properly sing.

“You have a beautiful voice.” he commented. You stopped singing and turned towards him.

“No, not really.” you shot back.

“Y/N, whenever one does something themselves, they think it’s horrible and nobody will like it. That’s because that person has done it a million times. I promise you, your singing is outstanding.” he quickly glanced at you lovingly before keeping his eyes on the road. Your stomach had butterflies as you looked down at your shoes.

“Oh, I, um,” you stammered. “well, thank you, that’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Don’t mention it, I’m only speaking the truth.”

It didn’t take long for the both of you to arrive at the cafe. Luke parked behind the building and opened the door for you once again, taking your hand as you stepped out. It made you feel like royalty, like a princess. He still held your hand and was about to guide you towards the service entrance but you stopped him.

“Luke, I need to say something before we go in.” you stated and he looked at you in a curious way but nodded for you to continue.

“I have never really been so lovesick, but then I met you and well, that went down the drain. I really, really like you and Leia told me you did also, but that’s not an actual confirmation, because it was her saying it and not you. But if you don’t, then that’s okay, I’ve just probably made things awkward between us and I’m really sorry about that.” you rambled, chuckling at the end. Luke smiled greatly before lifting your chin and softly pressing his lips to yours. Your lips moved against his and the way he kissed you, passionately but all still gentle, made you know you belonged with him. You giggled and pulled away, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I really like you too, Y/N. Always have, always will.” he confirmed, making the cheesy grins on both of your faces bigger. You gave him a quick kiss before completely pulling away and taking his hand.

“C’mon now, we gotta get to work.” you pointed out and he sighed reluctantly; the one time he didn’t feel like going.

“But I have no motivation,” he playfully whined. “I just wanna leave and cuddle you.”

“We can make out when the store closes.”

Once you had arrived to the location of the ball, you were overwhelmed by the beautiful people who filled the area. There were many different senators and their dates, dressed in the most fabulous attires they owned. 

As you walked into the building, Padmé slipped her delicate hand into your own. Smiling, you turned your head to look at her, receiving a warm grin from her as well. 

There was no doubt in your mind that Padmé was the most beautiful person in the room, and you wanted everyone to know it. Throughout the entire night, you could not help but compliment her to strangers, proud that you were able to be with someone as wonderful as her. 

After everyone had been feed and a few of the senators made appreciative speeches, it was time for music and dancing. At the front of the ballroom, a local band began to play soft music as the senators and their dates twirled about the room. 

You had placed your hand on the small of Padmé’s back and smiled at her as the both of you danced about with practiced grace. Padmé was an elegant dancer, this you always knew, but it still seemed to take your breath away each time you saw her dancing. 

As you two swayed, she lowered her head to rest it on your shoulder. You hadn’t been sure how long the two of you had been dancing - you were fairly positive that time had stopped - but you could tell that most guests were beginning to disperse from the area. 

Leaning down, you planted a soft kiss to the top of Padmé’s head. Breaking apart the dancing, you pulled away from her and gave her a toothy grin. “Let’s go out to the fountain.” 

Padmé’s eyes lit up and she nodded, grabbing your hand to follow you outside of the ballroom. When you both stepped outside, the air was crisp and the stars illuminated the dark sky. 

You took a seat on the edge of the fountain, listening to the soft rush of the water behind you while you took in Padmé’s beauty once again. Reaching for her hand, you felt her slightly shaking. 

“Are you alright?” You tilted your head as you examined her expression. On the surface, she seemed fine, but you knew that there was something she was rather anxious about. 

Silently, Padmé nodded her head, “I just have something that I want to ask you.” 

Your breathing hitched, “I have something that I want to ask you as well,” However, you were a bit concerned that maybe her question wasn’t as positive as yours. She was rather nervous...

Padmé stood from the fountain and made her way to the edge of the balcony that overlooked the city. Following her, you stood behind her, wary of if you should break the silence. Suddenly, she turned around to face you, “I can’t hold it in anymore, Y/N. Let’s ask each other at the same time. I can’t stand suspense.”

Agreeing with her, you began to reach into your pocket, hoping she wouldn’t notice you fumbling about for a small diamond ring you had acquired some time before. Nodding your head, you began, “On the count of three.”

“One.”

“Two.” 

“Three.”

“Will you marry me?” Both of you said the same words together, confusing each other with your sudden unison. You looked down to notice Padmé holding a diamond ring in her own hand, and you slightly gasped. 

Padmé could not contain her laughter. “I can’t believe we both proposed at the same time!” 

“I’d suppose this means we both say yes, right?” You chuckled. 

Giggling, Padmé took a step toward you and slid the ring on your finger as you did the same to her. She reached up and pressed her hands on the sides of your face, and she pressed her lips against your own. 

She began to pull away, but let her lips linger on yours for a moment for her to say, “I love you so much.” 

Sighing against her mouth, you pressed your lips to hers once again. Padmé let her hands fall to your hips, tightly gripping the fabric of your outfit. Reaching up, you put your hands on her cheeks, pulling her face closer into your own. 

The both of you stayed like this for quite some time: kissing each other underneath the twilight. You let your hand trace down her back, drawing invisible shapes with your fingertips. 

Finally, you pulled away, but not after leaving a few more kisses against her exposed skin. Even in the dim light from outside, she still looked as radiant as ever. 

“I love you,” You mumbled as you reached for her hand, bringing it to your mouth to plant a kiss on her knuckles. 

Sighing happily, she smiled at you. “I don’t think that I could have asked for a better way to be proposed to.”