obi-wan imagines

obi to the rescue

Context: You get kidnapped by the Hutts, and the rest is pretty self-explanatory.

Themes: sarcasm, romance, fluff

Word Count: 680

Warnings: very mild cursing (literally just one word haha)
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"This is a real inconvenience for me, you know that right?" I huffed.

The guard didn't bat an eye. It wasn't like he hasn't heard me, the windows in this cell made it easy to hear everything happening in the hall and where I was trapped. With a sigh, I rested my head against the metal bars.

"Are you allowed to talk? This is extremely boring."

The man smiled grimly, and I watched as the fluorescent light shone across the scar running down his jawline.

"Oh don't worry," he said, his voice rough and scratchy. "Jabba will see you soon enough."

I scoffed. "Great. I'd love to meet that infamous slug anyways."

The lock on my cell door opened loudly. I don't know how the Hutts managed to get a Mandalorian-style prison, but it was unfortunate that I couldn't escape because of it. I watched with a smirk painted on my face as another guard stepped towards me, blaster in hand.

"Hey, handsome," I greeted him sarcastically.

I wasn't sure what kind of creature he was, but the spikes running down his neck and shoulders were enough to make me shiver. I really could use a lightsaber right about now.

"Time to go, sweetheart," he growled.

My hands had already been handcuffed behind my back, so the guard just gripped my upper arm and dragged me down a dark hallway. When I finally looked up my feet (I had been trying very hard not to fall), I realized that I must be in the main room of this place.

A deep chuckle alerted me of Jabba presence. I wrinkled my nose. He was even uglier than I thought he would be. I didn't speak Huttese, but even then I knew this conversation wasn't going to go well for me.

"The Mighty Jabba would like to know your preferred method of execution," a shiny silver droid translated.

"This is quite literally the third time I've been kidnapped this month. If you're going to try and kill me, just get it over with, because I'm already bored."

Jabba spoke again, and the droid translated once more. "The High and Exalted Jabba the Hutt says that you will be executed as punishment for the murder of his best bounty hunter."

My eyes rolled involuntarily. It wasn't the first time I had been framed for a death, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Bullshit." I stepped forward. "I haven't killed anyone... recently."

At that moment, I felt a shift in the Force. We hadn't been on the same planet, much less the same city, but I knew Obi was here. I couldn't help but smile at the thought.

"Look, Jabba," I began. "You've got two choices: Let me go and live, or try to kill me and end up dead. You choose."

Everyone in the room laughed.

"It is you, who will die," Jabba sputtered in English.

I heard the ignition of a lightsaber in the distance and laughed. "Well it took them long enough."

Confusion passed across the Hutt's face before the sound of blast shots echoed through the giant room. Everyone scattered, including Jabba, leaving me standing in the center with my hands tied. A brilliant flash of blue light danced across the ceiling and I grinned.

"What, did you stop for food on the way here?" I asked Obi.

He gently cut through the handcuffs and gave me my saber. "I haven't seen you in months and this is how you greet me?'

The clones seemed distracted with chasing after all of the criminals, so I grabbed Obi's robe and pulled him close to me. My breath hitched in my chest when I felt him place his hand on my lower back.

"I missed you," I murmured.

With a small smile, Obi brushed his lips against mine teasingly before kissing me with passion I hadn't felt in a while.

"I missed you more," he whispered.

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A/N: Just a quick story while I have some free time! Let me know if you have any ideas of what to write :)