Shadows Of The Past
ObiWan x Reader PT. 2
Paring: Obi-Wan x reader
Summary: An old friend comes strutting back into your life causing all kinds of chaos for you and your found family whom know nothing about him.
Warnings: None ?
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PREVIOUSLY
You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, as if that could stop the headache already forming. Five seconds in, and you’re already regretting saying yes. Every time you think there’s no possible way he could get more annoying, he proves you wrong.
The silence around you is broken by a cough beside you, making you jump. When you open your eyes, you’re met with five pairs of eyes staring at you in varying degrees of confusion and disbelief. Kriff.
PRESENT
You had completely forgotten about the company you were keeping—and after seeing your interaction with Elias, you know they’re bound to have questions.
“Look, guys, I know you probably have a lot of questions, and I promise I’ll answer them. But right now, I need to find out what he wants. It’s getting late anyway, so I’ll just meet you guys back at the Temple.” You start to slide out of the booth, but Obi-Wan grabs your wrist before you can escape.
“You’ve lost your mind if you think we’re leaving you here alone.”
“Obi-Wan, it’ll be fine—” you begin, before Anakin cuts you off.
“No, he’s right. I’m not leaving either. He could have some evil ulterior motive. You might need backup.”
“Maker, I swear—I do not need backup. He’s an old friend who needs my help. I promise you, Ani, he’s harmless,” you assure him.
You can almost feel him starting to believe you—until his eyes flick over your shoulder. His resolve hardens as he looks back at you, deadpan.
“Your harmless friend is currently threatening someone with a blaster.”
You spin around to find Elias gripping a man by the collar, blaster pressed to his stomach. It’s like he’s purposely trying to make your life difficult.
“I swear to the Force, I’m going to kill him,” you mutter under your breath.
Turning back, you find everyone at the table staring at you pointedly. Knowing there’s nothing you can say to change their minds, you throw your hands up.
“Okay, fine. You stay here. Once I’m done, we’ll walk back together, and you can ask all the questions you want. Sound good? Perfect.”
You stride off quickly, desperate to escape before they can add any more concerns to the pile.
Elias, having let the poor Twi’lek go, was now making his way towards the empty table he’d pointed out earlier. He caught your eyes, held up the drinks, and grinned, making you roll your eyes.
You reluctantly follow and take a seat facing the booth, knowing that seeing your face would make your companions more comfortable. You expected Elias to sit opposite you (like a normal person), but instead he grabbed a chair, dragged it to your side of the table, and plopped himself down facing you. Then he tugged your chair, positioning you so that your legs were staggered with his.
“What exactly are you doing?” you asked, exasperated by his antics.
Ignoring your question, he asked one of his own. “It’s the one with red hair, right?” His grin was annoyingly smug.
“Elias, what are you talking about?”
“The Jedi Knight you’re so hopelessly in love with. It’s the guy with the red hair.” He said it as if the answer were obvious.
Immediately, you felt your cheeks heat—blushing at words you hadn’t expected to leave his mouth.
Meanwhile, back at the booth:
“I don’t like this,” Obi-Wan muttered, hands clenching at the sight of you blushing at something your mysterious friend had said. Rex and Cody exchanged a knowing look. For a Jedi, he wasn’t particularly good at masking his feelings.
“Me either. I mean, who even is this guy? If he really was an old friend, you’d think she would’ve at least mentioned him once. You think she could be in some kind of trouble?” Anakin asked his former Master. At that, Ahsoka rolled her eyes at her own. He’d always been a bit protective of you. After his mother died, you’d become something of a maternal figure to him. Still, she wasn’t sensing anything in the Force to suggest real danger.
“I’m sure Master Y/N is fine! I mean, they obviously know each other very well…” She trailed off as her gaze landed on you. The others followed her line of sight, watching you treat Elias with a familiarity you’d never shown anyone but them.
Back at the table
“I kriffing knew it!” Elias crowed, delighted at your reaction.
Panic rose in your chest. You did not like him having that kind of leverage.
“Damn it, I knew you were up to something! E, I swear to the Force, if you say anything—” you threatened, leaning forward to grab his shirt and pull him closer, as if proximity might keep him quiet.
“Oh, calm down. I’m not going to say anything. Don’t you trust me?”
“With my life? Yes. With the information you just deduced? Absolutely not.” You released his shirt, but neither of you moved away.
He only shook his head, laughing, before continuing his teasing. “You know what, I’m proud of you, spark. I saw how cozy you two were. Didn’t think you had it in you.” He finished with a wink.
You shoved his chest and leaned back with a slight smile. You’d never admit it out loud, but you’d missed him. It had been far too long since you last spoke, and even though he’d created a bit of a situation for you with your fellow Jedi, you were glad he was here.
Back at the booth
It was mostly silent. Everyone was far more interested in what was going on at the table across from them. The group collectively tried to piece together any information they could about your “old friend from out of town.”
As they continued to scrutinize the interaction, Ahsoka suddenly had a thought.
“Oh my god—do you think they were romantically involved?!”
Anakin scoffed at the idea. “Y/N would never—” He stopped short when his eyes landed on Obi-Wan. He had been about to say that you would never break the Code, but he knew that was a lie. He’d been around long enough to see how deeply you cared for the man.
Anakin had never outright asked you, but he was almost certain that if Obi-Wan asked, you would leave the Order without hesitation. It wasn’t exactly a secret that you opposed the Council’s stance on attachment. You treated Anakin and Ahsoka with genuine love—love poorly disguised as a simple mentor bond in the presence of others.
Anakin briefly wondered how many times you’d been on the receiving end of the Council’s lectures about attachment. He suspected the number was probably in the double digits. With all that in mind, it wasn’t so crazy to think you might have been capable of a deeper romantic attachment.
“Wait—so if she claims he’s an old friend, but Obi-Wan has never heard of him… does that make this guy her Satine?” Ahsoka asked, still reeling from her previous thought.
Obi-Wan, mid-sip of his drink, began to choke. Cody reached over to pat his back, trying to help him regain his breath. Meanwhile, Anakin looked at Ahsoka like she had just cracked the code.
“Snips, I hate to admit it, but you might actually be right about this one.”
Obi-Wan, finally regaining his composure, began to protest. “Now hold on just a minu—”
Back at the table
You and Elias had fallen into a comfortable silence. You took the opportunity to look him over, and you felt him doing the same. On the outside, he looked the same as always, but you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. The way his shoulders slumped slightly told you that something was really wrong.
You prepared to call him out on it, but he beat you to the punch.
“You look like bantha shit, spark.”
You chuckled at his honesty. He wasn’t wrong. The past three months had taken their toll on you both mentally and physically. War left no room for the luxury of looking your best.
“Yeah, well, you’re not exactly winning any pageants yourself,” you retorted.
“I look great and you know it.” He smirked.
You could tell he was stalling. It made you wonder what exactly had happened for him to seek you out. He was a bounty hunter with access to unlimited resources—what could a Jedi accomplish that he couldn’t?
Knowing he would keep dodging the point, you decided to cut straight to it. “What’s going on, Elias?”
He let out a heavy sigh. “It’s Aubrwen. She’s in trouble.”
Immediately, you understood. He hadn’t come looking for help from a Jedi. He had come looking for help from you. Lucky for him (and unfortunately for you), you had a week off.
“Get me up to speed.”
Back at the booth
The booth’s occupants watched with growing concern as they noticed your conversation turn serious. Obi-Wan saw the moment you shifted back into the role of General, and it made him nervous. The rest of the table saw it too.
“So much for a week off,” Anakin snorted.
Ahsoka slumped back into her seat, the excitement over this “strange man” long gone.
Back at the table
Elias let out a relieved sigh, thankful for your immediate cooperation.
“Aubrwen took a job about a month ago on the Outer Rim. It was supposed to be a simple rescue mission, but things went south. She got in easily enough, but was ambushed on the way out. The thing is, the job was very discreet. Only about five people knew about it, which means someone set her up…
She contacted me for help, so we set up a neutral location to meet—but she never showed. I went to her last known location and searched for nearly two weeks, but there was no sign she’d ever been there. Finally, last week, I got an encoded message with coordinates. She’s injured and needs help getting her mark back home safely.”
“Okay… and where do I come in?” you asked, waiting for the catch. If this was just a simple rescue mission, why was he asking you specifically?
Elias held your gaze for a moment, his eyes flashing with regret. You had a bad feeling about this.
“The person she was sent to rescue was Princess Samsara Clatsess.”
You tensed at the name. So that was it. Elias wanted you to help return the same princess you’d once been tasked with protecting as a Padawan—the same planet where you’d been trapped and tormented for eight long months. No wonder he’d been stalling.
“You can’t be serious.” You hoped he was joking.
Elias rubbed a hand down his face in frustration. “Y/N… You’re the only person I can trust.”
This time, his arrogance was gone. Sitting before you wasn’t the cocky bounty hunter—it was the boy you had met on that forsaken planet years ago. Guilt poured off him as he looked into your eyes. He hated asking this of you, and you wanted more than anything to say no… but you couldn’t. Not when it was just as hard for him as it was for you.
You couldn’t live knowing you’d sent him back there alone.
“When do we leave?”
Elias smiled, grabbing your hand to press a grateful kiss to your palm. “I’ll need to stock up on supplies, so—the day after tomorrow, preferably.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you in two days.” You stood, patting his shoulder before heading back to your friends. Your shoulders felt heavy, and you hoped they’d be kind enough to let you off the hook tonight. You needed time to think of a good excuse for being gone a week… or possibly longer.
At the booth, your friends straightened as they noticed you approaching. To anyone else, it would look like you had just chatted with a friend. But they could see the weight pressing down on you. As you neared, some of that heaviness seemed to lift—though not all.
You slid back into your seat with a smile. Silence hung for a moment, thick with curiosity.
Anakin, knowing you’d never start the conversation, cut straight to it.
“Soooo… you going to explain, or do we have to drag it out of you?”
“Elias is an old friend of mine who needed some advice about a bounty of his,” you said vaguely. Technically, not a lie.
Anakin wasn’t satisfied. “An old friend whom neither I nor Obi-Wan have heard of in all the years we’ve known you?” he asked suspiciously.
You glanced at Obi-Wan and saw he was already analyzing you. There’d be no getting out of this without giving something.
“Technically, Obi-Wan has heard of him—just not by name.”
You paused to gather your thoughts. Ahsoka went to jump in, but Rex rested a hand on her shoulder and shook his head. You nodded in appreciation before turning back to Obi-Wan.
“Do you remember my mission to Planet E’ronoh as a Padawan?” you asked.
Obi-Wan nodded, confused—until realization dawned. He remembered how inseparable you’d been back then, and how devastated he’d been when you were sent away for eight long months. When you finally returned, he’d noticed a change. No one told him what had happened, but he could see it weighed on you. Over the years, you’d mentioned bits and pieces, but never enough to paint the full picture.
He recalled you once mentioning a friend who had kept you sane. Now, your mysterious relationship with Elias began to make sense.
You felt Obi-Wan’s hand slip beneath the table to grasp yours. You squeezed it gratefully, and he returned the gesture.
The rest of the group still stared, waiting for answers. You turned to Anakin and Ahsoka—they were the ones who really needed an explanation.
“When I was a Padawan, I was sent on a mission to E’ronoh. It’s a planet on the Outer Rim.”
Anakin nodded. He’d heard stories about the place as a boy on Tatooine.
“They’ve been at war with their twin planet, Eiram, for ages. They call it the ‘Forever War.’ Nasty place.”
“You have no idea,” you murmured, a haunted look clouding your usually bright eyes. Anakin shifted uncomfortably. He had never seen you look like that.
“And this mission… is where you met your friend?” Ahsoka asked gently.
You smiled at her and nodded. “Yes. That’s where I met Elias. The mission went south fast, and I was pretty much alone until I found him. We were on the run for seven months.”
Rex spoke up quietly. “Seven months on the run is a long time…”
You squeezed Obi-Wan’s hand. “Yes. It is.”
Uncomfortable with how the conversation was turning, you pushed it back on track. “So yes, Anakin—Elias is an old friend. That mission was tough, and I don’t like to dwell on it. If anything, he’s the only good thing that came out of it.”
Obi-Wan couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy that twisted inside him. Attachments forged in trauma were complicated—he knew better than anyone. But the closeness between you and Elias seemed like more than necessity.
Eventually, the group decided to call it a night. You, Ahsoka, Anakin, and Obi-Wan bid farewell to Rex and Cody before heading back to the Temple.
You laughed as you watched Ahsoka attempt to shoulder-check Anakin, only for him to dodge at the last moment. Even Obi-Wan chuckled at their antics before letting his gaze drift back to you.
He imagined a different world—one where he could openly show you affection. His thoughts trailed into longing until your soft smile pulled him back.
God, you thought, he was beautiful. Elias’s words echoed in your mind: The Jedi Knight you’re so hopelessly in love with.
You smiled faintly at the thought—but it quickly soured as anxiety crept back in. Elias. You had almost forgotten what you had agreed to just an hour earlier. The possibilities of what could come consuming your thoughts.
By the time you reached your door, Obi-Wan felt a change in you. You gave him a tired nod and reached for the code panel. But before you could punch it in, his hand caught your wrist—gentle, careful.
“Y/N… are you sure you’re alright?” he whispered.
“I’m fine, Obi. Just need some rest — this war has taken a lot out of me,” you say, stepping closer in an attempt to reassure him. Your heart melting at his concern.
He searches your eyes for any hint of a lie. When he doesn’t find one, he loosens his grip on your wrist in favor of taking your hand in his. Delicately, he lifts it to his lips and presses a soft kiss against your skin, never breaking eye contact.
It’s a risky move, one that could have serious repercussions if anyone were to see — but he doesn’t care. Heat creeps up your neck at the gesture, your earlier worries momentarily forgotten as you are doted on by the man you love.
“Get some rest,” he says softly, releasing your hand and stepping back to give you space. Always the gentleman, that one.
“You too, Obi,” you whisper before turning to enter your room.
As he walks back to his quarters, his mind replays the night. You assured him you were fine, and while he hadn’t detected a lie, he couldn’t shake the lingering worry. There was something in the Force surrounding you that didn’t sit right with him. Something told him you were going to need him — and he’d be damned if he let you down.
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