okay, but can i get some headcanons about obi-wan being in love with padme’s handmaiden and when he comes back from utapau to find order-66 has been issued and the jedi temple burned? i just imagine she would be so relieved her jedi was okay and it would be so fluffy and sweet bc obi-wan would’ve already thrown caution to the wind in terms of his affections, seeing as the whole jedi temple was burning and the order falling to ruins.
omg i love this idea so much. thank you for sending it in, anon. also i’ll gladly take any head canons requests or requests for fics should anyone have them! i’m drowning in my own ideas.
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his heart would be aching with the silence of the force, how all it’s beautiful chaos suddenly becomes overwhelmed by the sort of static feeling that takes over. it’s unnerving and the feeling of impending doom, the fall of everything he knew, felt like a collapsing star whose pain slammed inside his chest with every heartbeat and every breath he was now lucky to still be taking.
but then on his way to speak to padmé about anakin, he sees you and the static ceases and his heart relaxes, if only a little bit.
you, on the other hand are just as terrified and afraid for the life of your beloved as padmé is for anakin. you see the smoke coming from the jedi temple and you can’t believe the story anakin told of the jedi rising against the republic, against the senate.
obi-wan wouldn’t do that to you would he?
when his ship lands, your hand immediately find the blaster hidden in the folds of your dress, padmé’s safety being the first thing that comes to mind. but when obi-wan steps out of the ship, coruscanti sunlight shining in his auburn hair and illuminating his freckled, golden skin as he removes the hood of his woolen jedi robe, the weight on your heart that had been causing all of its aches and pains for the past few hours was relieved, if only for a moment, as you ran to him.
he would scoop you up in his arms, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around, enveloping you in all that was him as an “oh, my darling...” falls from his lips softly, meant for your ears and your ears only.
a habitual sense of secrecy would creep over him. but then he would remember the smoke rising from the jedi temple, of cody and his troops turning on him and blasting him and poor boga into the water on utapau, and suddenly he didn’t care anymore. his order was no more, or was, at most, a tiny fraction of its already dwindling self. his home within the order and the council was gone. you were his home now. you and padmé and, maybe, anakin were all he had left.
once he sets you on your feet, your silks and chiffons coming to a rest once more, you revel in his closeness for a mere moment before your worries and questions would fall from your lips, tears forming in your eyes, as you pull away from your place on his chest just enough to search his lovely, star-speckled irises for the truth.
the stars seem dimmer than usual, you notice.
“oh, obi-wan i was so worried! it’s not true is it? the jedi haven’t turned against the republic, have they? please tell me you’re not a traitor, obi-wan, please!”
he would quell all of your fears with a soft kiss to your forehead of comfort and trust, rather than a lightsaber to the chest like you feared. you would realize the new holes that littered his cream jedi robes, the metallic smell of war mixing with the clean, heady smell of him and you would instantly understand... palpatine turned on the republic, and the clones on their jedi commanders, and that anakin, oh anakin, had turned into a darker version that he was not- or at least not wholly.
“don’t worry, darling. my allegiances are still to the republic, to you and to padmé.”
he would then explain everything to you and to padmé, your hearts breaking as one as you learn of the truth of anakin’s deeds, of palpatine’s manipulation, of the fall of your beloved republic and democracy into tyranny.
padmé’s disbelief would break your heart too. she loved anakin more than life itself, you knew- just as you loved obi-wan. and you could only imagine the conflict she was feeling, between trusting her love and trusting her friend.
when padmé confirms what you and obi-wan already knew, that anakin is the father of padme’s children, you could see it in his eyes, that obi-wan could not and would not kill him-something which you’d try to convince padme of and console her with and when she still wouldn’t believe him, she would storm off to prepare to go to mustafar, leaving you behind to say goodbye to obi-wan.
he would instantly become soft under your touch as soon as you’re alone, the sadness in his eyes becoming a little more noticeable as it seeped into his irises, blocking out the shine of the beloved stars that always seem to hang in them elegantly.
he would press a kiss to your lips, soft and sweet as ever, as though he’s trying to console you with his lips as opposed to his words, in the way he knew melted your heart.
“i promise it’ll all be okay. i promise.”
the words would be said in between a flurry of kisses as obi-wan pulled you into him, his hands finding purchase in your hair, the back of your dress, anywhere that he had memorized would bring you as close to him as possible.
its then that you tell him that anakin is on mustafar on business from senator palpatine that would effectively end the war. and it would dawn on you both that he is going to kill the separatist leaders once and for all so that palpatine could take full and unquestioned power of the senate, of the galaxy. and that padme was heading there in what you were sure would be less than an hour.
you would ask him what he was going to do after things were all sorted out, now that order-66 had falsely marked all jedi for destruction as traitors of the republic. you would beg him not to leave you behind.
“darling, i would never leave you behind. not for all the stars systems in the galaxy. you understand me? never.”
“you’re far too precious to me, sweet one.”
he would wipe away the tears that would start to form in your eyes with gently calloused fingers and soft pillowy lips. he would reassure you that harm would not come to padme for he was going to sneak onto the ship that would take padme to mustafar and do all he could to protect her. to protect you.
“should all go wrong, darling, i promise i will return to your side, and we will find a way to create a future for ourselves. together. i will leave whatever remains of the jedi order for you, and we will be together, my love.”
“promise me, obi-wan?”
“i promise, my darling. just stay alive for me, and i will return to your side. all will be alright.
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