Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #44 (Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Obi-Wan had just gotten home from work when he heard a stumbling sound emitting from the edge of the cave. He glanced over his shoulder and somewhat prepared himself to fight in case he needed to, but his body instantly relaxed when he saw me come in.

My eyes had large bags underneath them, and my hair was messed up from the grueling heat outside. I let out a large, heavy sigh and said, "Hello, Obi."

He walked towards me and placed both of his hands on my face. "You need to find another job, darling. Your boss is treating you cruelly."

"I'm fine," I waved him off. "You don't have to worry about it."

"Really?" Obi-Wan questioned. "Then where did this injury come from?" He traced his index finger along a large scratch that was sitting above my eyebrow.

I moved away from him and said, "It's nothing."

He followed after me into the bedroom. "I don't need the Force to know that you're lying, Lyra."

I shook my head, but I said nothing as I sat down in the bedroom and looked away. Obi-Wan sighed and brushed his long hair back. He wanted to press further, but he knew it would only make things worse. You have to do something, a voice demanded in his head. Don't leave her alone like this.

After a moment, he kneeled down in front of me and placed a gentle kiss on my injury. "Look, you don't have to tell me what happened," Obi-Wan quietly said. "But I would like you to at least consider some different options so that you'll be safe."

I didn't respond, but I gave a small nod and stroked his hair gently. He smiled the tiniest bit and leaned our foreheads together.