Star Wars Imagines

Obi Wan X Reader-Meant to Be

You stare at Obi Wan, and he glances back at you, with a bit of what looks like guilt flicking over his features.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be doing this. It - it's just..." he pauses, and looks at you. "I'm sorry. I have to go." he turns around and leaves, the only noise you can hear now being the swinging of the door he walked through.

For goodness' sake, why do you have to be so stupid? Why did you have to say that? Why did you have to... share your feelings... you're so embarrassed. The worst part is, you're certain he feels the same way. But you can't be together. You can never be. No matter how much you care for each other. The Jedi would forbid it, especially seeing as he's on the actual Jedi Council.

You feel a shift in your head. Why should you care for the Jedi rules? They couldn't punish you. Whatever happens, you can play the card of someone struck with terrifying emotions in the midst of the life-threatening Clone Wars. Obi Wan just keeps running away from the inevitable.

You follow Obi Wan's path down the corridor; it's obvious where he's headed. To the garden where you first knew you had to be with him.

As soon as you enter the garden, you can tell where he is. You can just.. feel it. There he is. Sitting over by the tree, facing away from you. You approach him, millions of thoughts rushing through your head.

He stands beside you with a smile. "It's good to see you here on Coruscant," Obi Wan says. "You're away too often."

You laugh. "We're Jedi. We can't exactly stay in one place. We have the galaxy to save."

Chuckling, Obi Wan turns to meet your gaze. "That's true, I suppose. But you seem to be away more than most. And you're decent company when you're here, so I feel like I can complain a little."

"What can I say, everyone wants my decent company. I can't keep it all one one planet."

You continue to joke with one another, doing your usual act of pretending like you're both the most important people in the galaxy.

"In all seriousness, Y/N," Kenobi states at one point, "I like you around. We can make light of the situation together, you and me, and it's nice to lighten the atmosphere in these times."

"Thanks," you reply shyly, finding a blush making its way across your cheeks. "You're pretty great too."

Once more, your eyes meet, and something deep inside your stomach shifts.

Oh no.

There's a slight change in your counterpart's expression—does he feel it too?—and his eyes widen somewhat. "Obi-Wan?"

"You look... you're just like..." he turns away, before beginning to rush through his words. "Never mind. Thank you for your kind words, but I must be going. This garden is lovely, however it won't do me well to stay here. I shall see you another time."

"Wait-" you begin to say, but he brushes past you, muttering something about his stupid head on his way inside.

"Master..." You start.

"How many times do we have to go over this, Y/N?" he says in a low voice. "I don't care if I'm on the council, it's still just me."

"Fine. Obi Wan," you slide into the seat next to him, staring out over the city's landscape from this one patch of garden. "Why won't you just admit it?"

"Admit what?"

"I really like you. You really like me. Can't we try something out? Either one of us could die any day. I know there's something between us, and I couldn't bear for one of us to be gone without even seeing what we could be."

"But the council," he pushes, also looking at the city in front of you both. His hand rests on yours, bridging the space between you despite his contradictory words. "I have to set an example."

"Yes, you do," you concede. "But..." you find yourself whispering, "you're the one who shows the example you're setting. What you don't show off... they won't know."

Finally, he turns to you, and you lock eyes. "I suppose you're correct," he admits. "Well then... what harm could it do?"

"Exactly."

Obi Wan leans in, slowly, a smile crossing his face. You finally get to experience the kiss you've both been anticipating for years, and it's the greatest success since the start of these wars.

You eventually pull apart, grinning. It seems that during the kiss your arms had wrapped around each other, and you're still intertwined as you meet each other's eyes again. "Thanks," you say.

"It's fine," Obi Wan breathes. "It's been coming for years. We're sort of meant to be, in a way." You both chuckle softly, before leaning in again.

A/N:

Thanks for reading! This is the first edit I've done and I'm hoping to sort through the rest soon. Maybe it won't be as quickly as I'd like because hooray, life, but I genuinely want to improve these, and soon, so I can continue with more immensely wince-worthy one-shots.

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