The reader’s pronouns are he/him. Otherwise, no physical descriptors are used and race is ambiguous.
author’s note: obi wan... my beloved...
warnings: harassment (by an unnamed character)
“You sure you have a boyfriend?” the man asks, leaning over into your personal space. Your eye twitches minutely, the only outward sign that displays your frustration. You glance around, trying to find anyone you know. This guy’s been absolutely relentless. Your master, Obi-Wan, had walked away to speak with someone—unknowingly leaving you in this creep’s sights.
“Yes, I’m sure,” you reply flatly, trying to subtly edge away from the man that is crowding you. He doesn’t seem to notice, instead reaching to wrap his arm around your shoulders. You shrink in your seat to dodge his arm.
“Well, I don’t see him anywhere,” the man winks in a way he probably thinks to be attractive. It just makes you want to gag. You bite the inside of your cheek, wishing you could just badmouth him or punch him in the face. Unfortunately, he is a Senate member, judging by the pins on his lapel. You don’t want to end up in a hearing with the Jedi Council, that was for sure.
“He’s here,” you lie through your teeth about your nonexistent boyfriend, your heart pounding out of your chest. You clench your fists at your sides, digging your nails into your palms in an attempt to ground yourself. You are a little afraid, to be honest. The look in the stranger’s eyes makes you very uneasy.
“I don’t believe you,” the man presses, moving even closer to you. You are nearly about to fall out of your seat as you inch back, desperate to keep your distance. Your hand itches to grab your lightsaber and just slice the man into bits.
“He’s..” you break off, glancing around the dimly lit pub. You don’t really want to have to pull a stranger into this, but you will if you need to. You are just about to whisper to the person next to you when you notice a familiar head of sandy blonde hair enter the room. Your heart racing, you briskly walk over to him. The person in question seems to be looking for someone, and when his eyes settle on you, a small smile makes its way onto his face. The smile on his face quickly vanishes as he notices the panicked look on your face.
“Sorry, Master,” you mutter to Obi-Wan, your hand around his wrist as you drag him back to where you are sitting. Obi-Wan doesn’t resist, evidently realizing that something is wrong from your shaky hands and wide eyes.
“This is him,” you announce when you return, gesturing to Obi-Wan standing beside you. Obi-Wan nods at the creepy man, who has now stolen your seat and is sitting with an annoyed expression on his face. The man turns and looks at Obi-Wan, suspicion in his eyes.
“General Kenobi,” the man greets him, before he returns to staring at you. You inch closer towards Obi-Wan, not wanting to be in the man’s line of sight.
“Senator,” Obi-Wan replies stonily. For a second, the two just stare at each other. You wonder if they know each other. Obi-Wan doesn’t seem to know the man, but the distrust on his face is unusual enough for you to wonder about it.
“I didn’t know you were... acquainted,” the man emphasizes, raising an eyebrow at Obi-Wan as if expecting him to argue. Obi-Wan simply nods, his arm wrapping around your waist. Your eyes widen in surprise, before realizing he is just playing along.
Obi-Wan’s hand on your back provides a comforting pressure—a reminder that you aren’t alone. You chance a sideways glance at him, but his face is stoic, as always. The senator seems to still be disbelieving, and you are about to say something else when Obi-Wan’s voice breaks the silence.
“He and I are... acquainted, yes,” Obi-Wan replies, mimicking the man’s lilted voice. His hand moves up to your shoulder, and you gulp as his head turns to look at you. You just barely restrain a startled breath at the warm smile on his face. You have seen Obi-Wan smile many times before, yet something about the one he is wearing now feels different. More intimate, you almost want to think.
“Enjoy your night, then,” the man says, evidently giving in. He slides off the bar stool and stomps away. You watch him shove his way through the crowd, relief coursing through you. You move to sit at the bar once more, and Obi-Wan sits down next to you.
“What was that about?” Obi-Wan eventually asks, crossing his arms on the bar counter. He’s gazing at you intently, as if gauging your emotions. You rub at your eyes roughly. “Are you alright?”
“Um, yeah,” you reply, noting the concerned look on his face. You feel like you needed to cry, for some reason. Your hands shake in your lap as you continue to speak. “He was being creepy the whole night. He wouldn’t leave me alone,” you break off, not sure how much more explanation is needed. Obi-Wan seems to understand, as he nods. His eyebrows are furrowed, and a frown appears on his face.
“I see,” Obi-Wan mutters, a dark expression on his face. Your eyes widen at the sudden shift. “I will be having a word with him, then.” Something about the set of his jaw and the gleam in his eyes tells you that he fully intends on doing so. You just nod jerkily, not trusting yourself to say anything.
The pair of you sit in silence for a while. You have no idea what to say, the events that transpired circling through your mind. You aren’t sure how much of it was acting, and how much of it was real. It was probably all an act, you thought. But, something about his smile...
“Let’s go home,” Obi-Wan says softly. You are broken out of your thoughts by his hand on your wrist. You nod in agreement, getting to your feet and standing uneasily next to him. You aren’t quite sure what to do. Obi-Wan answers that question for you, his hand slipping into yours. You follow him out of the bar, smiling as his fingers intertwine with yours.
