#rebells

Warnings: drama, soft smut. Reference to Obi-Wan Kenobi’s message on episode 2, season 1 “Rebels”. Here in this alternative story he’s not being prosecuted. I need him to be happy. Therefore this is meant to be a FLUFFY story.

Recommendations: if you, reader, want to feel the fluffiness to the core listen to “A Thousand Years”, part 1 &2 by Christina Perri.

No minors.

***

You are tired of hiding. There is a moment in your life where you begin to wonder the purpose of the roads that led you there. You’ve been trained in the force half of your life, but when you were this close to become a Master Jedi…

Darkness rose and eclipsed all that was good. Or all that was good for you anyway.

Forced to be on the run, you did encounter a few fellow Jedis. You joined them even, tried to help spark the fire of resistance in those who were not corrupted by the Empire. But after you’ve lost your friends to the Inquisitor’s forces, you’ve lost your hopes.

You are now a ghost in the world of the living. The witness of the decay of memories that people so easily forget. The Jedis have become a name, a forbidden term few would dare to speak. From peacekeepers to traitors. How great was their fall…

Yet, had the Council not become so vain, perhaps this would have been prevented. Perhaps the Order would remain honorable as it was meant to be.

However, what good does it do in dwelling in what cannot be changed? You are doing better in the shadows… until you remember an artifact that you’ve recently come across to. Since you are living in an abandoned house, you’ve learnt to be discreet.

So here you are. The house is obscure, enough to serve your purposes well. You close your eyes and trust in the Force. It opens and a message of Obi-Wan Kenobi is heard.

The message informs the fall of the Order, the result of the rise of darkness casted upon the Galaxy by the Empire. Kenobi also warns the Jedis who might have survived not to go back to the Temple. Have hope, he says.

It ends there, encouraging the survivors to nurture hopes. You open your eyes and holds the object close to you. Then it occurs you to find Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Where are you, Master Kenobi?”

You ask yourself, barely moving your lips. You see him as a spot of hope, the one you’ve come to lose after years of battles. You are not older enough to have the share of Kenobi’s experiences—otherwise you’d have made a Master—nor sufficiently young to be accounted as immature or naive.

Thus it is you begin to prepare for your long journey. After you shower, you dress a white cropped and black pants, throwing a grey cape over your shoulders. Supplies are carefully packed in your bag and now you are finally set to go.

It’s strange going to the ship you’ve carefully hidden it in the ground—if you can call that piece of burnt, abandonment land so.

“Well”, you feel weirdly animated by a cheerful perspective when looking at the ship you’ve proudly “borrowed” from a storm trooper. “It’s time to put you in good use again, babe.”

You pat it before you drop yourself right into the ship. Thankfully, despite years out of use, there’s enough fuel to take you to the planet where Obi-Wan is.

As you pilot to where he is—or where you hope he is, but there is little doubt about the good feeling you have regarding his whereabouts—-you feel the Force flowing in you. You are sure you listen to the voices of your long gone friends:

“Don’t give up, Y/N! You are the one with Force and the Force is with you. Keep going!”

However, you should’ve known that you’d come to find some Empire troops in their ships checking the space. They try to contact you, but before you know you are being chased.

Your heart is heavy in your chest and you barely breathe out. Your ship is hit, but you manage to bring down two ships with you. Nonetheless, you manage to land successfully in a planet nearby. You are disappointed: is this the region where Master Kenobi is?

Before your frustration rises, something tells you that yes, it is. He’s here. Follow your intuition. You are suspicious, though. There’s sand everywhere and… are you detecting TWO suns in the skies?

Oh Maker.

You don’t complain, though. Renewed by the purpose of meeting the one you think to be the new Jedi leader, the embodiment of resistance against the Empire oppression, you face your new trials to find him. Because going to him incurs in leaving behind the ghost of you, throwing yourself right into the spotlight and maybe die in the hands of the Empire, accused of treason.

However, as an almost Master Jedi yourself, you are remembered of who you are and what the Order shaped the ideals in you. You throw the hood to disguise your features, acting silently, but now filled with a new sense of bravery…and the hope you had long buried with your old friends.

It takes hours. It seems hopeless as you reach the city Y/C. You don’t greet people as you cross their path. Instead you take a more discreet path. The Force seems to lead you… and eventually, you find him. Just right where you are walking to a cave that’s isolated enough of the downtown.

As tired as you are, as thirsty and hungry you might be, none of this matters when you finally accomplish your small mission. And there’s tears in your eyes because Obi-Wan, sensing the Force, comes at you, baffled and recognizing you.

“By the Maker! Y/N? Is that you?”

You run to his arms, foolishly and imprudently so. But it’s good to find a friendly face. Obi-Wan cannot help himself either when greeting you warmly. As he embraces you, his eyes get a little teary himself: after experiencing countless losses and witnessing the fall of the Order he’d been so committed to, after seeing his protégée being stolen away by the Dark Forces… When he believed to be alone in this world, here you are.

“I thought…” his voice is choked when he pulls you reluctantly away from his embrace. He looks at you, your face, your eyes… it’s really you! “How…?”

But these questions could wait when seeing how exhausted you are.

“Come here. Rest first and talk second.” Obi-Wan is cheerful to have a company. Despite the danger out there, his spirits don’t seem overshadowed by grief and eclipsed by a sense of powerlessness after a long while. “Take a seat. I have some food and water.”

“I’ve brought mine, Obi-Wan.” You tell him when taking a seat on the cold floor, crossing your legs. “I didn’t want to eat or drink until I find you.”

He somehow blushes at your words even though he finds no malice in them. He’s taken aback, though. How strange that he inspired you to leave wherever you were to find him.

Should it be strange, though? Or is it he who’s sabotaging himself again in order to prevent there be more suffering? A shadow of sadness that doesn’t seem to let go the possession of his heart seems to make this thought even more aching.

No. I cannot be this kind of man. This is not the Jedi way. I must persevere in this conflict and thus be the one Y/N expects me to be, whomever this man is.

“Nonsense, my dear. Why would you do that? Come.” He gives you the food he prepared and offers you fresh water. Obi-Wan is compassionate to your long journey, seeing the effect it has on you.

The two of you are silent for a while. It’s a pleasant silence, though. Obi-Wan watches you, tired, reclining your back against the wall. Your hair is tied in a braid over your head, a pink lipstick coloring your lips, and some blush in your cheeks. You are wearing a pair of earrings.

You are beautiful, a thought that comes naturally, though unwelcoming it is. There’s energy in you, but when watching you contemplate the sunset in Tatooine, he notices the depth of sadness there is in the color of your eyes.

Before he can say anything, though, you’re the one to break the silence.

“I got your message, Master. That’s how I ended up here. I needed to make sure you were alive and well.” You make a pause, avoiding eye contact. “I needed a reason to resurrect the hope that was dying inside me.”

Obi-Wan pats your shoulder, understanding.

“I’m sorry about how such sad events brought us here. Though it does little good to dwell in the past, I have to say guilt consumes me. I try to give others hope, but in all frankness… Is there one?”

You raise your eyes only to meet desolation in his. A sentiment you are familiar with.

“We have to believe there is.” It’s when you remember the old saying: “I am one with the force and the force is with me.”

These words are like a balsam for Obi-Wan. As if he’s been thirsty in desert until he finds a well full of drinkable water. He closes his eyes, meditating. When he opens, there is peace. As little as it is, it is something. And you feel it too.

“Thank you, Y/N. You have always been a good Padawan to your Master. And a great knight too.” Obi-Wan tells you. “I still remember the day you got to the Temple and I was a Padawan myself under the guidance of Master Qui-Gon Jinn. He told me he always thought you very full of life. Cheerful, hopeful even.”

You smile at this remembrance. It rings to the words your master used to tell you. He’d go as far to say you’d probably be the merriest Master Jedi there was ever in a Jedi Council—which was a good thing, he said, because honestly they were all too serious.

You giggle at that memory.

“Though I was mindful of my duties, I still thought a bit of cheerfulness would do no harm. I tried to stick to that even laterwards.”

You are in fact surprised that this trait of yours is the one thing Obi-Wan remembers.

“Indeed your perception is correct. You’ve brought me some of this cheerfulness that is so characteristic of you.” Obi-Wan makes a small pause to serve both of you some fresh water. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“I didn’t do much.” You tell him, unsure if you deserve this compliment. “Unfortunately, I haven’t been doing enough.”

He looks at you again, feeling the same burden that he felt himself over the years.

“It will pass. The sentiment of powerlessness. Believe me, it will. Don’t stuck to it.” Obi-Wan says softly. “For now, we must wait.”

“Wait for what?” You ask him, confused.

Calmly, Obi-Wan tells you.

“To counterattack, of course.”

A new hope seems to spark in your chest.

***

He refuses to share the bed with you even though you divide it the best you could. In fact, Obi-Wan realizes that sleeping on the floor, however uncomfortable that is, is like a punishment he feels deserving.

This thought brings him to the depths of regrets and sorrows his mind got accustomed to deal when night rises. Again he doesn’t sleep well. And he’s surprised for seeing you waking up early.

Obi-Wan is silent and pretends to be asleep, but his eyes follow your moves. He tries to look away as you remove your clothes—believing him to be sleeping, and it’s not as if that place’s size is enough to have included something close to a bathroom or somewhere to have your privacy. But against his will he is tempted to look at you.

So the Jedi eventually captures the shadow of your curves, going up to your back and noticing how long is your hair before staring down at your hips.

By the Maker!

He shuts his eyes. Although he’s thankful there’s little to see, what he sees gives him…a boner. Obi-Wan hates it. The once perfectly composed Jedi who struggles not to give in to temptations of the flesh would not give in now as unbearable as it is.

As much as his body complaints about the cold floor—the cold that makes his own body lifeless at times, he is not won by what he sees as weakness of the flesh. And that is how by overcoming his carnal needs that eventually goes back to sleep.

You, on the other hand, start the day fresh and clean outside. The skies remain dark, the sun is yet to rise. First, you meditate. You keep your emotions in check. It’s when loneliness seems to engulf you. Sometimes meditation is a dangerous activity that opposes you to your remorse in surviving when neither of your friends did. Like before in planet Y/C where’d you been hiding for the last two years, you are now facing your demons. You interrupt the meditation bathed in salty tears.

By holding your knees to you, your vision is limited and thus you don’t see Obi-Wan approaching. The moment he was falling asleep he sensed your pain. So here he is, taking a seat next to your side as the sun begins to rise.

“You are being too harsh on yourself again, Y/N.” The ginger male puts an arm around your shoulders, giving you the consolation you need. “Don’t carry this guilt with you. Your friends wouldn’t like that. Your Master wouldn’t be happy to know his sacrifice meant you resigning of who you were supposed to be.”

You let a out a sob.

“It’s difficult, Obi-Wan.” It’s all you can say, though. You’ve tried to choke your tears, suppress your fears, but they are always coming back.

“I know. I know more than you think.”

He gives you a warm embrace. The two stay like this for a long while, long enough for the sun to rise completely to the skies. You then recollect there’s yet another sunrise you missed… because Tatooine has two suns. The idea distracts you from your distress.

“How do you manage living here?” You ask him. “Summer here must be unbearable. I suspect this is the only season there is.”

Obi-Wan cracks in laughters at your observation. You smile at him because the sound is peaceful: it appears he hasn’t laughed for a while.

“I don’t always live in caves. I’m staying here only for a while. Until I find a discreet place that is.” He strokes his beard before adding: “But other than that, yeah, the heat in here can be sufferable.”

“Is there a reason why you are particularly here?” You ask him so spontaneously that Obi-Wan is surprised you pose this question that he doesn’t expect you to. You are quick to appease the embarrassment you created for yourself, though. “I’m sorry, I did not mean…”

“No, no. That’s okay. I should have assumed you’d ask it eventually.” He hesitates, but sensing you are someone whom he could trust, Obi-Wan tells you the truth.

He tells you about his confrontation with Vader. He admits the whole distress he’d been under—and as doing so, you are now the one to console him as he comes to tears. There’s more to tell, but he’s overwhelmed and you don’t press him.

You see how the rise of Empire and the fall of the Order alongside the Republic costed much to you both.

“You know something, Master?”

“I am unworthy of being addressed as one, Y/N.”

You ignore his comment. But gently make him look at you.

“My new purpose will be to restaure you joy. If I’m given the cheerfulness that my former Master appreciated, perhaps it’s time you do it too.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes go tearful. He appreciates your gentleness, above all your friendship. You, on the other hand, become aware that by healing him, your are healing yourself. When you lock gazes, it is as if innocence is restaured once again.

***

He watches as you play with little Luke. Owen follows his gaze and a small smirk twitches in the corner of his lips.

“I’ve never thought I’d see the hermit Kenobi besotted with somebody.”

Days have turned to weeks and these in turn gone into months. Once earned the trust of Obi-Wan, you’ve come to learn about Luke Skywalker and here you are, playing with the boy—whom you feel the Force flow strongly and whose temper is sweet.

“Uh?” Obi-Wan parts the gaze to look at his friend in perplexity. “What are you saying, for the Maker’s sake?”

Owen smirks.

“I know you, Kenobi. And I also know the look of those smitten. There’s a better word for this, as the younger say these days: in love. That’s what you are. Y/N is a sweet girl. You should give her a chance.”

“What are you…”

“Oh please. The Order is no more. But if you want to fool yourself, who am I to stay in your way? However… I do pity her, though. She returns your feelings if that is what you are concerned.”

You are unaware of the conversation until later that day, when you two go back to the new abandoned house you found. You had just showered when Obi-Wan says, a bit out of, erm, sensibility for lack of better word.

“Y/N, my dear. There’s one thing I would like to discuss with you. I don’t think I am the best person for you to nurture affection.”

You are caught of your guard. You are occupied brushing your hair when he says that. You turn your head to look at him. Obi-Wan is sitting at the edge of bed, concern in his face. You can tell he has his own traumas, but… Was I so evident?

You had grown fond of him in these last months, it’s something you cannot deny. When looking in retrospective, the laughters, the smiles, the sparks of joy in his eyes were all so captivating… How distressed you were when he was plagued by bad dreams. How worried you were when he was feverish in the first days of autumn.

You were present in every particularity of his life. But were there any expectations? When your eyes lingered in his face when he was distracted; when you wanted to warm his bed; when desire assaulted you that day where unintentionally you were close to see him nude.

You blush when these questions show at the back of your mind. Nonetheless, where reason acknowledges the fact—however unwillingly so—your emotions are shielded with pride, a barrier you are quick to rise.

“Obi-Wan”, you laugh a false laughter. “Where’d you take these ideas from?”

He is confused, but also disappointed. Why? Isn’t it best for you both? At the same time, Obi-Wan feels you might be lying to him. He sighs.

“Y/N… I’ve been there too. I can tell you are not being true to me.”

Busted. But even so…

“Why, can’t a friend be genuinely caring for the other? Can’t I be fond of you without necessarily falling onto the field of romance?”

The point you make comes cringingly so. Your throat is dried and you feel the need to drink water. By giving your back to him, you miss the frown in his features.

He stands and moves to where the window is.

“If that’s what you are telling me.”

“I reassure you. Besides I can’t form attachments.”

Obi-Wan would have exasperatedly reminded you that there is no Order so this rule is not even… Another sigh. Why is he bothered by this? What is he expecting?

He looks up at the skies. If he searched well, he’d find the truth in your heart. But Obi-Wan is too busy to deal with his own…hurt? He turns at you subtly.

The Jedi observes you making them coffee despite being too late to insert caffeine in the stomach. He then detects a small tear threatening to drop your eye, but at what cost are you holding it back?

Damn it. Obi-Wan knows he cannot run away from the obvious. He leaves his own pride as he moves to where you are.

“Y/N… Can you look at me?”

You blink a few times before looking at him. He’s dangerously close to you. You’d try to stay away had he not held your wrist.

“Don’t run. I… I should have been kinder, my apologies. I do not wish to…” Obi-Wan tumbles with the words.

You turn at him, now standing in front of your fellow Jedi in shorter distance. You take his hand and hold it.

“We all have traumas to heal. Take your time, my dear.”

“You deserve better, Y/N.” He raises his eyes and where in yours there’s content, in his there’s unhappiness. “I cannot offer you my whole being. Not only I’m ten years senior than you, but you are young and there’s a whole lifetime to rebuild yourself. There are others whom you can spread joy and remember what life really is without the weight of world on their shoulders.”

You gently caress his cheek, his beard tingling against your soft skin.

“I don’t care about age, here’s a first.” The way you say makes him smile even if unwillingly so. “You remembered me what’s like to live without fear, you renewed my hopes in becoming better as an individual and as a Jedi for those who forget the world can still be a better place. You showed me how to be brave when dealing with your demons. I’ve been hiding for two years all the while you’ve never stopped fighting even if looking after the Skywalker kid doesn’t strike you as a resistance act against Palpatine’s shameful machinations.”

You know you speak too fast. Words that you thought to have been drowned in the back of your mind and into the depths of your heart from the day you considered the possibility of not having your sentiments returned—which was okay for you because making Obi-Wan Kenobi smile was the best mission you could’ve thank the Force for—are flowing from your mouth.

On his part, Obi-Wan’s heart races. To the point he fears you might hear it’s beating. There’s an exchange of long looks. He knows you’re waiting for a response.

“I’ve been so broken…” He confesses in a whisper that you listen nonetheless. His eyes move to your hands. There’s an innocence in how you lock each other’s fingers.

“There’s always hope to mend. You’re not the only one whose heart and soul were tore down by the Empire.” You speak in a similar tone, making him look at you.

It’s a strange urge that takes the heel of his heart. Obi-Wan never thought…

“Who broke your heart?” He inquired, sounding more jealous than he thought. Where did this feeling come from? Has he become insecure about holding a place in your heart?

You giggle when reading what’s unspoken, though it is seen in his eyes.

“My dear Ben…” you lean your forehead against his. “You know very well that is not what I’ve meant to say.”

He is forced to confess what’s his heart been pounding to say.

“I cannot… I… I shouldn’t, but the idea of you with somebody else displeases me. It’s ridiculous, pathetic and illogical. I know.” He heavily sighs. “However, I wasn’t expecting to relearn how to love. I’ve been through so much…”

You beam when his words give away more than Obi-Wan intends to.

“Are you admitting you love me, Obi-Wan Kenobi?”

He rolls his eyes, but the red in his face, deep as a tomato, is the answer you need. You beam again, so full of joy.

“Oh my darling! How could we both fear to fall? We are only aiming to fly high!” Your smile spreads.

Obi-Wan is enchanted to see how you glow. How could’ve he take so long? What a beautiful sight to behold.

Slowly he untangles his hand from yours only to use one to grip your waist all the whilst he places the other to caress your cheek.

“You brought me back to life, my love. The Force brought you to me. I… I’m not good with words, but I know one thing. I love you, Y/N. And I don’t intend to waste the rest of my days without you by my side.”

“Neither I intend to leave you. The Force has brought your heart to me and I will love you for a thousand years. To immortality and beyond. I’ll go wherever you go. I’d die a thousand deaths to make you live.”

“Well, let us hope not get to that.” He chuckles before finally pressing his lips against yours.

Your body shivers from the moment his beard tingles against your skin, your lips brushing against his, dried in opposition to yours so soft. As his tongue breaks through your mouth looking for yours, world seems to spin slowly.

Your hands rest in his shoulder before slowly running over his hair—it’s longer than you remember, a detail only now you come to perceive. Your fingers explore his ginger locks all the while you stand there together. His kiss tastes sweet and his tongue pairs yours in a delightful dance.

His grip around your waist tightens, evoking a heat to you unknown. You have no rush in discovering the rise of strange sentiments. All you care to is give yourself to him.

Obi-Wan reads you well, so he takes his time. Without parting the kiss, the former Jedi presses you against the wall, his hands around your waist running to your hair, so loose and wild in your back.

It’s when he parts the kiss to catch his breath. His eyes look for something in yours—an uncertainty? a regret?—but his heart skips a beat the moment he finds love in it’s most pure form of expression: in the delight spark that is in your eyes. All the thoughts that never make to your tongue do, however, reach his mind.

He nuzzles his nose against yours. Then he rests his forehead again.

“You are the light of my life, Y/N.”

“As you are mine, Ben Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan smiles at how you make his short name sound different to his ears. He beams when looking into the eyes that invite him for more.

And he takes it.

He leads you to bed all the while kissing you again—a new addiction he never thought he needed it. But when he lies you down, he hesitates. You feel it and you give him a quizzical look.

“What’s the matter, my dear?”

“I think…” He realizes it’s your first time. He can tell, whether you like it or not, that you don’t feel very secure about doing it. “…we should best wait.”

He leans down next to you, cuddling you. You look at him, an amusement twinkling in your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Mmhm.” Obi-Wan holds you close, unwilling to let go of you. He smiles when you adjust to his arms. “We’ll have time for that.”

He kisses your cheek, most pleased to have you so close to him. You turn against him, nuzzling against his neck.

“I love you, Ben.”

“And I love you, my star.”

It’s with a smile on your face that you fall asleep.

***

Epilogue.

The room is finally empty, save for the two of you. Dressed in a long white gown, simple as it should be, you lean into the window, contemplating the landscape that lies beneath your attentive eyes as you wait for him.

The green field, the blue lake and the cloudless skies cannot distract you anymore once the door opens and soon is closed. When you turn at him, your husband shows before you with what you swear to see a yellow halo above his head.

“Here’s my angel.” You say when going to stand right before him. His hands engulf your waist and a small smirk is seen twisting in your lips. “What took you so long?”

Obi-Wan laughs. He’s looking at you with such a pure devotion that makes you blush. Your husband is admiring the loose curls of your y/c hair, the make up that reinforces your delicate traces and the red lipstick that is painted over your lips. His eyes too lower to your collarbone all the while his fingers run high to your back and begin to undone the laces of your gown.

The two of you married in a small, but significant ceremony in the planet Y/C with the Organas there present. For matters of security, unfortunately Luke Skywalker could not attend with his uncle—but you’d visit them soon. A few Jedis that lived there in secrecy came to attend. It was perfect and dreamy as it should be, with little Princess Leia as your “bridesmaid”.

“Leia took me long enough to lecture me about the duties of a good husband.” Obi-Wan and you laugh at it. “She really likes you, Y/N, so I had to make an oath upon which I vowed to never break your heart.”

You giggle in response, enjoying as his fingertips work to remove your gown, though you begin to flush when your skin is exposed right under his eyes.

“I’m so glad she did so. I’ll have to thank her later.”

“Indeed I fear you might.” Obi-Wan chuckles, moving right behind you where he begins his traces of kiss from your cheek down to your jawline and stopping by your neck.

“You are so beautiful my love”, he whispers against your skin as his hands begin to explore your soft spots.

You close your eyes, leaning your head behind as your husband starts to introduce you to a new world. You sigh happily when being under his stimulation. Your sighs grow louder, the sounds turning to gentle moans as he inserts a hand right in the between of your legs.

“Hmm. So wet for me.” He smirks, aroused when seeing you react intently under his touch. “Is this good, my love?”

“It is. Oh, Ben!” You turn yourself into him, helping him undress—though failing in the whole process because his fingers are distracting you, a sight very pleasant to him.

But he too begins to lose his concentration once you discover him and do the same moves he does to you with him.

“Hmm.” His moan makes you far more aroused than you’d think.

As he lies you down in bed, you are found on the edge of your climax. You ask for more and he gives you. His lips begin to journey all over your body, taking a long time in your breasts—that might be a place he has his fun as much as you have yours.

The room is suddenly filled with loud noises. Obi-Wan is careful to tease you slowly to the unbearable point where you are begging. His smirk is malicious, devilish even. But when looking at him, you come to think loudly:

“A handsome sight to behold, by the Maker!”

You giggle when he blushes upon you remark. He stays right there in your belly, his hands caressing your legs.

“I should be the one saying so of my lady wife.”

“My, my, Obi-Wan! What a lover you are!” You chuckle, feeling a heat paint your cheeks in turn.

“Not as much as you, my princess. My love, my darling.”

And before you breathe in anticipation, his head is right where his fingers were. You seem to float, and maybe you are due to the Force he’s been using into you.

It’s so good. And that is precisely what Obi-Wan wants: to ruin you, to make your first time very memorable.

And it’s just right in the moment you are about to orgasm that he climbs back to you and slowly thrusts his manhood into you.

“Oh!” You moan gently. “By the Maker, Ben!”

It is so indecent how he looks at you that your cheeks burn. And even more so when he lifts your chin and gently takes hold of your face:

“Look at me, my love. I want to see what a mess my wife is going to be.”

You like that, don’t you? Oh yes, you do. Even if your face goes a bright shade of pink, you do not divert away. Your eyes remain locked as he starts his pace, a slow one as he matches his hips with yours.

“It feels so good!” You sigh in content.

“Not painful?” He asks concerned.

You’d rather say discomfort, but as you adjust to him, it all goes better. It’s a pleasurable pain if you’d have to name it.

“I want you.” You moan softly as you brush your lips against his, your legs now tangled around his waist.

“You shall have all of me, my love.” Obi-Wan vows it as the two of you make love the rest of the afternoon.

You do take such a taste for the thing that, even if your feminine parts prove sensible, you defy your body by doing it again not much after he collapsed beside you.

“What? More?” Obi-Wan laughs. “Here we have some restless lass, don’t we?”

“You, sir, are the sole responsible for that.” You giggle against his lips as you move your body over his.

And so you go…

***

The next year, right after you two engage with rebels in a handful attacks against the empire, you find out that you conceived.

It comes to be a comical situation when you both discover that a child is coming. You have been stressed ever since the two of you joint efforts with this group of Rebells because, however selfish your wish might be, you wanted to live isolated with your husband.

But you don’t tell him that because you know he’s a leader to so many and as such an inspiration to ignite the spark to defeat the Empire. So you too compromise with the cause for this reason and because it’s what you’d have done had you not developed romantic feelings for Master Kenobi.

However, you start to feel sick. It begins when you lose your conscience in the midst of a fight against the storm troopers.

“For the Maker!” Obi-Wan panics when seeing you paled right in the ground. He runs to you, fearful you’ve been shot. But, in the end, he is angry at you when learning this happened because you didn’t eat well. “Y/N! What are you thinking? You can’t go to battles like that!”

You soft his moody demonstration with kisses all over his face and clinging onto him.

“I’m sorry, my love. I promise I will be more careful.”

Yet you don’t eat because morning sickness hits you everytime. You keep giving excuses about not joining the battles—once Obi-Wan thought this was mostly because of your pms; when hormones increased intense levels before your rules broke down. As a good observer, though, he knows you are usually horny in this period and moody—to appeal your bad mood, he shamelessly seduced you and the two of you fornicated as silently as possible.

But…

It’s been two months and we haven’t copulated, neither she complained about spending too much time in different planets.

He is contemplative and decides to investigate. In one morning, though, he awakes concerned because of an unusual sound that comes from the bathroom. He thinks there might be some invader, but Obi-Wan is surprised to see you vomiting.

He rushes to your side, preoccupied.

“Y/N, are you all right?”

It’s right there as he consoles you, helps you stand and watches you brush your teeth that he notices not only your boobs are bigger, but there’s a belly where there wasn’t one before—he begins to join the pieces and…

“My love, I just vomited and you are the one that looks pale”, you joke at him, slightly concerned. “What is it?”

Obi-Wan looks at you, bewildered and amused. How could you not tell?

“My darling. Do you feel the Force?” He smiles at you. “You think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Oh.” It’s when you notice at last. Your face brightens up. “We are going to become a family!”

He chuckles.

“We are! Oh my! I’m going to be a father! What a great gift you give me!”

Obi-Wan and you beam, cuddling together as you savor this precious moment. It’s when it occurs you a thought.

“I did promise you that I would bring you happiness, didn’t I?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes go teary as you reference to every moment you went through together and the promise you made him since day one.

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The Cursed - Chapter 2: The Explosion

I got this scenario from a dream I recently had, a weird dream. The kind I like to explore more. Not sure what it meant though. Had to get this out and I hope you like it, it’s not quite the hero vs villain I normally do. It’s still nice and interesting.

Enjoy my friends. The forest was peaceful and villain entered the empty field with much to hope for. Hero was the key to secure the fall of the tyrant king, who tortured people for nothing or for personal gain. 

At the center of the field was a circle of stone and at the center of that and old holy tree. A place for prayers and truth, the perfect place for this kind of meeting. With respect, villain greeted the gods who guarded this place. “Today will either end in victory or bloodshed. I pray for victory, I stand in your mercy.”

Villain aimed an arrow to a hooded someone, “show yourself!” The stranger knelt before the tree and mumbled something before they showed their face. “Sidekick, how did you find me?”

“I know you and I know your attachment to this place. Even if I don’t fully understand it.” To hear sidekick’s voice and joyous laugh, it made villain less worried.

“I don’t expect you to fully understand, friend. Just respect my faith.”

“You put too much faith in hero.” Villain put back the arrow on their quiver, but the bow always was close by. “I have come with a warning, friend.”

Villain turned from sidekick to see if hero was even close. “Spill it, I’m not sure hero will show with you here”. Sidekick didn’t take it as an insult, which it wasn’t. “It took a lot for them to even meet with me.”

Everything went quiet, too quiet. “Of course they won’t. Trust is earned and as fragile as glass”.  Villain couldn’t agree more, “friend, we have a traitor among us.”

This wasn’t news to them, rumors like that had been around for some time now.

Villain had been careful, told only their closest friends about the meeting. “Do you know who?” They shrugged and nodded, “who?”  Villain felt an arrow pierce through their skin, they stumbled to sidekick. But they only meet a knife at their throat. “You?”

Their laugh was wicked and yet so relaxing. “Yes, I am so tired of faking loyalty to people so weak.”  They set fire to the tree and the stone circle around them, except one entrance. Where soldiers waited, the kings men. 

Sidekick’s crime against the gods made things clear, “time is almost up, friend. His highness is tired of this rebellion”. Villain tried to gather strength to get away, couldn’t, and was surrounded by enemies. “I’m sorry about this, but you won’t give up.” 

“Sidekick…” As soldiers stripped them of their weapons and everything else they groaned. Every movement hurt, so did their carelessness. “Why do you do this?” 

“Captain, is this villain?” A soldier wondered and everything was clear to villain now. The famous captain, sidekick nodded with a smirk. The soldiers were excited, “does this mean you will come back?”

“No, I have to stay behind. If I leave now they know I’m a spy.”

Villain tried to fight sidekick the best they could, “sidekick! Why do you do this?!”

They leaned closer to villain, whispered in their ear, and pushed the arrow in. While villain whimpered, sidekick hissed. “I won’t lower myself to a mere sidekick. Not when I am a captain and about to be promoted to officer”.

“Oh…” Villain was left on the ground and someone tied villains hands behind their back. “I’ll never give in to tyranny!” Everybody laughs at every little try to get free or hurt any of them, the only one who wasn’t properly protected was themselves and sidekick. But for that, they needed to get by at least two men. 

“I know.” Sidekick whispered something to someone, maybe an order. “Villain, be nice and give his highness my love. Maybe you’ll see that they can be merciful.” 

Villain scuffed, “they don’t an empathetic bone in their body.” 

“Well… I can’t change your mind, what I will do is destroy the rest of your little rebellion.” Villain fought with any agonizing energy they had left, but in the end, they were left defeated.      

Someone took the arrow out with force, villains scream made a few of them cover their ears. For villain, they rarely felt that kind of pain. The little pain they were used to, also was too painful.   

“I pray for justice… and promise in truth, even if... it’s only one of us left. There will always be someone fighting.” One last time they watched the holy tree, the fire spread. Sorrow and guilt of what they had brought to this peaceful place ripped them apart. 

The holy tree was restored, still on fire. But not the same kind of fire, “this is ridiculous” sidekick sighed. Probably saw the hope in villains eyes, “let’s move on. His highness waiting for you, villain. I have a rebellion to crush.”

A quiet soldier made sure villain wouldn’t lose to much blood. As they were forced to walk behind the soldiers, each and everyone on a horse. If they were really tired they could ride on their own horse for a bit, but never for long.

Rex was there now, and the long necks seem to have fully given up on putting him anywhere but in with Cody and Bells and their batchmates. Forty-Five called him an infiltrator spy, but Rex had to ask trainer Juels what that meant.

It meant he was sneaky and his ori’vod was upset about it. Good. Rex could be very sneaky.

He has his own bunk, but he never used it. That’s boring, why would he use a bunk all to himself when he could sleep with someone else? He would have to be stupid. Very stupid.

Cody tended to squirm when Rex was in his human form, like he wasn’t used to it, wasn’t sure how to handle himself, but he would settle down and sleep right away when Rex was in his rabbit form. Rex loved sleeping on his neck in that form. It’s where he felt warm and cozy.

Bells, on the other hand, was good to sleep on when he was human. He was perpetually grumpy and ill mannered, but he’d latch onto Rex with a tight grip and tug him close until Rex was snug in his arms. He likely would have squished Rex in his bunny form, but as a human, they could curl up into each other and it was the most comfortable way to sleep Rex had found in that form.

It didn’t occur to Rex that he’d never heard Bells laugh till now.

He gave a dreamy little sigh, sitting next to Cody on his bunk, while Bells laughed at a joke one of their unnamed brothers had made. “Is that why he’s named Bells?” His laugh was like a bell ringing so soft and light. Rex wanted to live in it.

Cody was looking at him like he might be a little slow from over the edge of his data pad. It was one of the trainers books, and Rex was fairly sure Cody wasn’t supposed to have it, but Cody was sneaky like Rex was.

“I think he’s called that because the trainers tried to use... they were experimenting with bells. And he liked them. So he stole the bells. I think.”

Rex’s next sigh was utterly besotted. He wondered if he could make Bells laugh like that all the time.

Cody was still looking at him like he might be dumb, but that’s okay. Cody looked at most people like they’re a little slow. Rex knows that Cody likes him, whether or not he thinks Rex is stupid.

He also knows that Bells liked him too, even if he grumped and huffed at him the whole time when Rex climbed into bed with him, because in the end, he’d always settle down and pull Rex into a confining hug that squeezed Rex tight, and made him feel like he was home.

***

Rex was just past eleven, the first time the 501st met up with the 625th before a travel time together so General’s Skywalker and Hillta could work together to take down a barricade in the mid rim.

Rex had his bucket in hand as he watched them disembark from the transport, and he’d almost considered ditching the uniform entirely so he could shift. He doesn’t get to be in his other skin nearly as much as he would wish. The Jedi tried to be understanding of the sensitive clones shifting, but even they had to admit, that fighting was preferable in one form to the other.

Rex was only eleven, and his rabbit form was still so little. The healers said he was entering adolescence in that form, and his fur was getting thicker. Cody said he was nicer to pet now that he wasn’t a naked little baby, but that had started a fight because even when Rex had less fur, he was still insistent that he /wasn’t/ naked.

But none of that matters right now. What matters, what lights a smile on his face that he couldn’t hide if he wanted to, was the /grumpiest/ looking clone commanded he’s ever seen in his life, getting off the transport behind General Hillta, looking annoyed with everything. He wasn’t wearing a bucket either, and was glaring at a data pad.

Just the sight of him and Rex wanted to melt a little.

The clone looked up from his pad and his eyes scanned the room for a second before landing on Rex, and his lips twitched, until he was less grumpy, almost a flat line instead of that perpetual scowl. Rex couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful.

Rex didn’t even care that he was a commanding officer. The chain of command was soft on the shifters in the GAR, and he knew he could get away with more than most of them could. He didn’t take advantage of that unless a situation was dire, to be honest. He refused to even let Skywalker train him with a lightsaber, saying that it would never feel completely right anyways. He tried not to take advantage where most of his brothers couldn’t.

But he let out one of those dreamy sighs that /still/ to this day, made Cody look at him like he was a moron (as if that asshole wasn’t getting sappy over his own General whenever he thought no one was looking) and instead of a greeting with clasped hands, like he’d give most his brothers, leaning in and pressed a dry kiss to his mate’s cheek.

Bells was just about smiling at that, looking at him all soft and kind like he only really ever gave Rex. A few of the shinies looked on in shock and horror (at their captain being so blatant with his affections even in face of the chain of command) and Rex couldn’t bring himself to care. He’s pretty sure Skywalker is giving him that ‘I’m going to tease you and ask a million invasive questions later’ look, and he doesn’t know Hillta enough to read the older Wookie, but he’s fairly sure the woman was amused.