Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #67 (Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Obi-Wan walked up to the entrance of his home and glanced down at his small droid eye, which would indicate if I was home or not. It flashed red, telling him that I was back from my job. He tiredly nodded and stepped out of the intense sunlight.

He made his way through the living room and looked in the kitchen, but I was not there. "Lyra?" he called out while setting his satchel down. "Are you here?"

My barely audible voice said, "In here."

Obi-Wan glanced over in the direction of the bedroom, which was where my voice had come from. He stepped into the doorway and found me lying on my bed, clearly worn out from the day. My brown hair was draped haphazardly across my dirty face, and my green eyes were bloodshot.

He quickly walked over and knelt down beside me. "Oh, Lyra," he muttered while kissing my forehead. "What have they done to you?"

I didn't say anything back.

He sighed and decided not to press any further. 

Obi-Wan then climbed in behind me and wrapped his arms around my small waist, pressing me securely against his chest. He left a few kisses on the back of my neck and whispered, "I love you, my Queen."

I responded by turning around and burying my face into his shoulder, falling asleep in his arms. He rested his bearded chin on the top of my head and rubbed his hands along my back, smiling the slightest bit at my peaceful form.