Leaving was the only choice you saw fit. For your benefit and for that of the order, it was hard to take into account just how much it may affect those around you. Especially those who love you.
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First Star Wars Fanfic, tried my best so apologies...
"Obi-Wan," finally catching up to him, you place a gentle hand on his upper arm, "don't you think you're being a little harsh?"
"Harsh? I'm just having them help out," he shrugs before pursing his lips, "why? Do you think I'm being harsh?"
"I think you're making this more of a punishment than activity," eyes land on the younglings who trudge into the archives in boredom. "Do you trust me?"
"What?"
"I said do you trust me?" There was a slightly laugh in your words.
"Well, of course but-" he folds his arms, only reassured by the look you give him. "I trust you."
You give his arm a thankful squeeze before kneeling down to the younglings, "alright, now I know this doesn't seem fun," you hear murmurs of sarcasm, "but madame Jocasta does this all day, so wouldn't it be good for us to help?" They nod timidly making you smile, "and as future Jedi it is important to learn we help the people. We are selfless to maintain the peace, yes?"
"Yes, Master L/n," they say in unison.
"And while you shouldn't expect anything in return for your work... whoever Madame Jocasta thinks is the very best will get a slice of my very special homemade meiloorun pie,"
Their eyes brighten, suddenly eager to help, so on your mark they rush off to the archivist.
"So, you're going to make pie?" It wasn't hard to spot the excitement in Obi-Wan's voice.
"Yes, and if you're good you can have some too," you hook a finger under his chin, giving him a teasing smile.
"Yes, ma'am," he nearly stumbled after you, only catching balance and taking a moment to calm the flutter in his chest.
"Dank ferrik, he's so in love," Anakin's face contorts, watching his master follow after you.
Ahsoka took her masters moment of silence to input a quick comment. "Yes, so let's not interfere-"
"Or..." Anakin hushes her, "we get Padme and Kalesto here for their, uhm, input,"
After a moment of thought, Ahsoka gave in. "Only because Kalesto is going to be there," she stalks off while Anakin contacts Padme.
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After finally being let into the kitchen it was a matter of seconds before Obi-Wan made his appearance. The Jedi master leant against the counter, being no help at all as you set up multiple trays. He always found it calming to watch you bake, just to smell the sweet aroma and maybe attempt to taste some before you were done.
"Don't try anything, Kenobi," you warn, back turned to slice up the meiloorun.
"Try what?" He defends, "you seem to be accusing me of a lot of things today,"
"You know exactly what," it was easy for you to know his next few actions, all of them acts of sweet talk or affection to distract you. Not that you were against it.
However, after this, Obi-Wan simply stayed silent which was one of the biggest tell-tale signs of him planning. He wandered around the large, droid-empty kitchen, grabbing random items and fiddling with them.
"Would you stop that?" You scold him, finding it difficult to concentrate over the clanking and clamouring of metal.
"I'm not doing anything!" He deflects, "you're hearing things,"
Ignoring his comment, you stir in the sugar, letting the fruit simmer in the pot you took out. After a bit of time, you start to create the crust, filling the pans and growing more irritated by his quiet sighs and bored taps.
Grabbing a fork aggressively, you get a slice of cooked fruit, tossing the can opener in his hand to the side before cornering him against the counter, "open your mouth,"
"Why-" he was shut up by the spiced sweet taste.
"Now will you shut up?" You plead, groaning when he shrugs, "I need a solid yes, Obi-Wan," letting the fork clatter in the sink, you stir the pot after letting him go.
"Maybe a pie all for myself will do the trick," Obi-Wan places both hands on your hips. "Please?"
"Here comes the sweet talk," You think to yourself, making sure the crust hadn't burnt in the oven by craning your neck a little considering you were trapped.
"Just one, my darling," his voice was quiet, soft and smooth against your ear. Though for some reason this created a sense of resentment. Previously common words to address you now felt like shards of glass against your heart. A common pet name for many but the way he said it, sincerity in his voice, it hurt too much to fall for again.
"Yeah, okay," you hold your breath, breaking away from him. Despite the heat of the oven, an icy chill fell over you, one solely from loss of embrace.
Obi-Wan caught your sudden switch, "Y/n?" He gently takes your hand which was taken back, "my darling, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just... need to get these pies ready," you move from one side of the kitchen to the other, ignoring him and avoiding his eye.
"You think I'm stupid? Obviously something is bothering you- did I say something?" He steps in front of you, preventing anymore wandering.
"Get out of my way, Kenobi,"
"And you only ever use my last name if you're mad- or in a formal setting but I don't think this is the latter," Obi-Wan kept persistent, "did I do something?"
"Dank ferrik, Kenobi, not everything is about you," you use the force to push him back. Passing a droid as they returned to the kitchen, you stop and inform them to take the pies out when they're ready.
"Yes, Master L/n," they continue their task while you slam open the kitchen doors, escaping the suffocating room.
"They should-" Anakin was dragged back behind a column by Padme who spotted you turn the corner.
"I knew this was a bad idea," you ramble to yourself, "I should have stayed on Klatar- For karks sake, why didn't I just go to Endor?" Smacking your flour-dusted robes, the group stayed hidden, your mind too clouded by your own thoughts to focus on anything else. "All I had to do was- C3PO?"
The golden droid stood out in the empty hall, wandering around like a lost bantha. "Oh! Master L/n, amusing seeing you here!"
You give a laugh of confusion, "C3, I told you this morning I'd be here," folding your arms, there was a sensation of multiple eyes on you. However, after turning around, there wasn't anyone in sight. "What are you doing here?"
"Well... uhm, I was to check on you," he looks behind you, seeing Kal and Ahsoka signing him to give an excuse. "Yes, the duchess became worried and Senator Amidala also advised me to... consult any troubles- even though I'm a protocol droid. Not a therapist," his words gave the group some time to escape, unfortunately you tried to look where he did causing him to shout, "oh! Would you look at the time? We must be on our way before supper,"
Not a word of input from you was allowed, the droid hurriedly gesturing for you to walk with him instead.
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