unbeschreibliches gefühl, wenn man sich nachts um eins irgendwelchen scheiß in einem historischen setting ausdenkt und dann bei der recherche feststellt, dass alles was man sich so gedacht hat - von den politischen allianzen und territorialen verknüpfungen bis zu dem komplett abstrusen platzhalter-ende was eigentlich direkt aus einem märchen stammen könnte - in einem zeitfenster von knapp hundert jahren ziemlich genau so hätte passiert sein können
Summary: You never thought you'd see him again. Yet there he was.
Characters: Obi-Wan x gn!reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: SPOILERS for Kenobi (2022). Reunion fluff. If folks want more of this, let me know...
You had been helping clean up the dishwasher droids when Queen Breha Organa had poked her head in the kitchens. All of you scampered to attention, and she chuckled, waving her hand and telling all the staff to relax.
“No reason to be so flustered, everyone,” she smiled kindly. “Y/N, could we see you for a moment?”
You blinked in surprise, before dropping your oil-stained cloth and apron on your chair and following the Queen from the kitchens.
She walked briskly down the hallway and you hurried to keep up, curious as to what was going on. You had been employed with the Organas for a decade now, had served and cleaned in every nook and cranny of their estate, and had become fast friends with their young daughter, whom you had tutored, cared for, and babysat multiple times.
Breha led you to her personal chambers where a clean, quite fancy-looking outfit was laid out over the bed, with added accessories and shoes even.
“Right then,” she said, clapping her hands. “This is yours. I think the sizing is fine, we based it around your uniform size so it should fit. If you could be ready and be at the doors of the landing platform in about half an hour, that would be fantastic. Just stay inside and wait until you’re told otherwise.”
“My lady?”
“And,” she brushed an oil spot off the side of your cheek. “Do tell me if the kitchen duties are boring you. You know we’d employ you to do anything you’d like around here. After everything you’ve done, it’s the least we could do.”
“Oh, thank you my lady, but there’s help needed in the kitchens, so I really don’t mind cleaning at the moment.”
“Very well,” she sighed, stepping away. “Half an hour, please. Don’t be late.”
“My lady?” you interjected again before she headed out the door. “Is there something going on?”
Breha smiled again, with a strange twinkle in her eyes. “Nothing to worry, dear. Just a surprise.”
-
“We can never repay you.”
“Well, she has already done that,” Obi-Wan sighed, looking over his shoulder at little Leia, giddily playing with Lola. Bail had a wry smile on his face as he followed his gaze to his adoptive daughter,
“I fear for her future, Obi-Wan,” he said. “The empire grows stronger and bolder. Not many can be trusted, and those we did trust… some are disappearing as we speak.”
“Well, if you ever need my help again, you know where to find me.” Obi-Wan clapped Bail on the shoulder. “I won’t be disappearing like that again.”
He turned to Breha, and grasped her hand. “Farewell, my lady.”
He pulled away, but Breha was still holding his hand. He looked up at her, and could sense she was holding something back.
“But before you go,” Breha interjected, shifting her eyes to glance at Bail. “Why not stay for dinner?”
Obi-Wan frowned, incredulity written all over his face. “Dinner? At a time like this?”
“Well, there’s lots to catch up on, isn’t there?”
“I don’t think being in hiding for ten years makes for a pleasant dinner conversation, Lady Breha,” Obi-Wan chuckled dryly. “Besides, it wouldn’t be safe.”
“I think you’ll want to stay for dinner, my friend,” Bail said, a mysterious lilt n his tone. “There’s something… someone for you to see.”
Obi-Wan furrowed his brow, his hand slipping from Breha’s and resting at his lightsaber hilt. “Is it dangerous?”
Bail gave a small smirk and nodded his head towards the entrance at the end of the walkway, where the metal doors slid open.
-
You fiddled with your sleeves, nervous at presenting yourself. You could only imagine some figurehead friend of Bail and Breha wanted to meet you out of all people. Perhaps an old politician friend they thought they could trust from the Old Republic. Maybe Leia wanted her to come for some silly party adventure. Whatever it was, you could take it.
As the doors finally opened, you squinted at the sunlight and looked out to see four figures standing by a small ship. Two were the Organas, one was little Leia, and the fourth…
Obi-Wan felt himself go numb at the sight of you. Still a distance away, but you, alive, and breathing.
He brushed past the Organas without much thought, feet feeling heavy as he thought he was seeing a ghost at first. Perhaps it wasn’t you, perhaps it was a trick of the light, or he really needed sleep. He stopped a few feet in, wind ruffling his hair as he stared.
But then you stepped out onto the walkway in the sunlight, and he saw your familiar beauty and kind eyes light up with disbelief and astoundment. You were wearing simple silver robes – an outfit he’d never seen you in before. Your face was clean, a bit wearier now, but your smile seemed the same. He inhaled sharply as the sun hit you and you suddenly stopped walking, a frown on your face as you looked at him from the distance.
First you thought, no it couldn’t be. Obi-Wan wouldn’t risk appearing like this, surely. What would he be doing here? Your heart was pounding and you felt yourself go numb when you realized, no, it really is him.
Then you broke out into a jog, and then you were sprinting towards him, and then he too began running towards you. Suddenly the only thing that mattered in the whole universe was getting to him, right now.
Your feet hit the stone beneath you as you ran, robes fluttering behind you. Wind rushed past you in a daze. Every second he came closer you couldn’t pry your eyes off him – afraid he’d disappear again.
The gasp of relief as you flung your arms around him sounded like music to his ears. It was hard to think it had been ten years when suddenly it felt like the old days again.
“Obi-Wan,” you breathed, voice breaking already. His arms wrapped around your waist and his own breath was shaky. You held the nape of his neck, caressing through his locks with a tenderness he had missed.
You wanted to breathe him in, remember the touch of his hands, the feeling of his body.
“I never thought I’d see you again,” you muttered into his cloak, eyes watering. “I didn’t know if you were alive… or far away… or…”
You pulled away from him to properly take in the sight of him. He had a rough, rugged beard that was thicker than the last time you saw him, and his hair was straggly and longer with much more greys.
“Oh,” you said softly, hand cupping his face with your eyes tracing the lines along his skin. “Time has not been kind to you, my darling.”
“What a kind way to tell me I’ve aged horribly,” he muttered with a huff of a laugh. His voice had your head swimming in wonderful, soothing molasses. You chuckled. He kept you close to his body, arms securely wrapped around your waist. “You haven’t changed, my dear.”
You threw your head back and scoffed, “it’s been ten years, Obi. Of course I have.”
“Well, to me, you haven’t,” he smiled. Your hand slipped down to rest on his chest, and you felt the throbbing of his heart, fast and nervous. He looked at you with softened, kind eyes, like the eyes that would look at you across from the booth at Dex’s Diner. Like the eyes that glistened when you had that rushed, heartfelt goodbye. Like the eyes that stared at you in the dark of the Jedi Temple when you stole a kiss from him, quickly and sweetly.
“I didn’t know you were on Alderaan,” he muttered. “How long--?”
“Since that day,” you said, looking up at him. The day when everything changed, and everything had gone wrong. “Bail told me he was taking the girl, and suggested I go with him. I had nowhere else to go, not when you…”
“When I told you that you couldn’t come with me and the boy,” his eyes were downcast, shifting away from you with a remorseful voice. “But why didn’t you tell me?”
“How could I? You insisted on the secrecy, and I wanted all of us, you, me, them to be safe. Plus, you were already gone by the time I had made my choice.”
Obi-Wan opened his mouth, desperate to find out more, but then a small girl flung herself around your form and pulled at your robes.
“You know him?!” Leia gasped. You chuckled, returning the hug.
“Yes, Leia. We happen to be very old friends.”
“Emphasis on old,” Obi-Wan added. You shot him a look as Bail and Breha both joined you again, beaming with wide smiles.
“So, old friend,” Bail chuckled. “Now will you stay for dinner?”
Obi-Wan took one glance at you and smiled. “Yes.”
A/N: Back on the star wars bandwagon folks... maybe more to come?? I need to catch up on all my shows 0.0
AND THANK U for the music suggestions so far! Am working on them :3
Asra x MC - What if the deal to bring her back failed?
His hands were trembling when he tried reaching out to her. “No” he whispered, breathless and monotone, his usually so warm, purple eyes freezing with dread. Her skin seemed to be glowing a deep crimmson red from the inside, nothing like the memories he had preserved so delicately for the past year - it was her aura, sticky like blood and heavy on his soul. What had he done?
The soft lips curled into a cruel smile, she chuckled soflty, a terrifying copy of what he had seen in his dreams for the past months, trying to hold on to her in his memories. “MC.. please..” His voice was shaking just as the white tufts of hair that framed his fallen face, his distress clear in his features and just for a second her devilish smile fell, her eyes seemed to regain their dark forest green color, the red slowly draining from it. “Asra, I-I am scared!”
✾ A/N: This is my first time writing angst so please help me improve so I can make a bigger impact on your feels ^^
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The soft tick tick of the clock had been enough for Chris to distract him from his thoughts, causing him to blankly stare into the endless void of bookshelves at his university library. He was only able to snap back to reality when he coughed up a couple of soft, red tulip petals; brushing them aside with a heavy sigh. His phone began to violently vibrate against the wooden desk he had chosen over an hour ago to go over his notes for the next class. Chris quickly picked it up and answered with a whisper, recoiling into the plastic chair out of pure embarrassment. “Hello?”
“Hey, Chris! I was wondering if you wanted to meet up today? After your class of course.” The voice on the other end giggled, causing Chris’ heart to skip a beat and smile to himself like a lovesick school girl. [y/n], the sole purpose why Chris had caught the disease in the first place. From her kindness to her quirky-ness, Chris fell head over heels when they first met in middle school.
“Sure,” He replies meekly, closing all of his notebooks and shoved them into his beloved, black backpack. “I’ll see you at Panda Tea.” Chris hung up hastily and rushed to his next class desperate to see her.
-~-~-
An hour and a half pass and Chris is the first one out the door, jogging to their designated hang out area. [y/n] was already sitting in the booth where they always sat at, looking up from her laptop and waved him over with the cutest smile Chris has ever seen. “You look happy today, no bullshit assignments?” She giggled sweetly ‘like a fairy.’ Chris would describe over and over again to his friends.
Chris shook his head with a light chuckle. “No, just happy to see my best friend.” He felt physical pain from saying ‘Best friend’ wincing slightly and ruffled the back of his head to cover up the movement. “So, how are you? I haven’t seen you in months. How’s your Uni so far?” He stumbled over his words and blushed faintly out of embarrassment.
“I’ve been good. I have something I want to tell you and I think it’s really important that you should know.” [y/n] smiled cheekily. That sentence made Chris’ heart stop, was he finally going to have his feelings returned and break free from this stupid disease?
“Yeah, go ahead. No secrets remember.” He smiled back, being a little too hopeful of the outcome.
“I got a boyfriend!” She gave him such a proud expression that Chris couldn’t help but give her a pained smile.
“Wow, who’s the lucky guy?” He attempted to swallow the upcoming batch of petals but had to turn away and cough it out into his backpack. Chris felt his heart lurch and it gave him goosebumps.
“His name is Eddie and he’s very kind, and sweet, and like a gentle giant type of guy.” She giggled at the thought of her boyfriend and smiled dreamily. “I’m sorry for making the build-up so dramatic Chris, I know how much you like me that way. But I think we should stay best friends.” [y/n] gave him such a heartbreaking smile that he couldn’t help but cough up a bulb into his bag.
“It’s fine [y/n]. Please don’t worry about that anymore.” He forced himself to say it out loud in hopes that it would become true.
“I have to go, got a test tomorrow. See you later.” Chris gave her one last smile before rushing out and heading back to the dorm, heart heavy.
-~-~-
Sitting on your bed at 11 pm and staring at the wall isn’t something recommended when you need to deal with your feelings and make sure you live another day. And for years Chris and [y/n] spent together, his feelings only became stronger as they matured into adults.
Chris knew that he would die soon, of course, there was the option of removing the disease surgically but his heart ached to keep it in until his last breath, wanting her to be his first and last love, believing that there was no one else in his life that could light up his life as she did.
Chris felt that it was all going to happen tonight. No. He knew it was going to. Pushing himself off the bed, he pulled out a box of goodbye and apology letter to his family and friends, as well as a USB with video files for his siblings, knowing that he wouldn’t be there for large scale celebrations. Chris pulled out one more box with teary eyes and placed it beside the other box. “To [y/n]” it read in cursive like it was a death present to the living.
With a shaky sigh, Chris reluctantly got into bed, conscious to the fact that he wasn’t going to wake up the next day
-~-~-
[y/n] swallowed hard and opened the small box in front of her, sobbing softly as she went through different pictures of them together, staining each one with her tears. However, at the bottom was a note Chris had written a few days before his death.
“I’m sorry you had to see me off like this. But know it’s not your fault, so please don’t blame yourself. Please live a long life and live it happily. Let’s hang out soon.
Winter. My favorite season, without a doubt.
Snow everywhere, cold wind, and beautiful atmosphere.
One day, however, was not as great as I thought.
It all started when I woke up.
*RING* *RING*
The phone of my house is always noicy, so it’s hard to miss it. I pick it up and answer.
-…Hello?
-O-Oh… Were you sleeping? I-I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t knew…
-Don’t worry about it, Flakes. My alarm is gonna go off soon anyways. How are you?
-G-Good! I-I actually wanted to ask you something.
-Yeah?
-Could you… Umm… C-Could you meet me at the p-park in an hour p-please?
-Uh, sure. Just let me take a quick shower first.
-Great! S-See ya there!
The one on the phone was Flaky. She’s my neighbor for as long as I can remember. Flaky is not as social as other people, but she tries her best. That day, Flaky armed herself with strength, and asked me to go to the park with her. It may not look like it, but I was really happy when she asked me out. It’s something she normally avoids to do.
Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.
considering myself tagged by @mvllendowski (hope that's alright!)
took some liberties with the rules because if i listed everything i want to work on, 12 options wouldn't enough, so i'm limiting myself to my tatort wips which are the ones i currently also have inspiration for.
