Star Wars x Reader Inserts

extending hospitality | obi-wan kenobi | 1/3

REVISED ON JUNE 11th, 2022 | expanded from 5.8k to 6.1k.

· summary: reader is given a mission that doesn't go as planned, leaving her to flee the mission in a worn and battered state. being tracked on her way home by the very men she was sent to arrest, she flees to obi-wan's quarters for refuge.

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· warnings: mentions of blood, wound-related gore

· word count: 6.1k

· music: Rain of Bullets and Bedroom Dreams by James Newton Howard

You felt the tension of your worn muscles build as you padded up the steps towards your dearest friend's quarters on the expansive grounds of the Jedi Temple. Each step provoked an aching pulse to echo throughout your muscles with burning ferocity. You were burdened with exhaustion, but you knew you could not yet go home to your own quarters to sleep it off. You had just returned from a very tedious mission that had meant to be quick and simple—or so your orders had reported. But when you had arrived to liberate the undercity's warehousing sector from bounty-ring officers, everything had escalated to chaos.

You weren't entirely sure how many wounds you bore, only that the pain surged all over your body. Your robes were tainted with blood; so much so that you didn't know where the bleeding had begun and what of it was your own. You clutched your stomach as a sharp pain inflamed through your left thigh and upwards. You had been grazed a few times with blasters during the fight. Typically, Jedi were able to sense bullets and fired blasters in order to avoid being hurt, but you had been vastly outnumbered—something the council seemed to have overlooked as they handed you your orders that morning.

Reaching the top of the steps, you paused to allow your breath to even out. Obi-Wan's quarters were just down the hall, where he would most likely be making his evening tea, or going over the next day's schedule with his padawan. You pressed forward, the carpeted floor doing little to ease the soreness in your feet.

The warm, yellow lights did draw forth some comfort for you; they were the opposite of the harsh, cold blue lights of the building you had been in during your mission. A greater comfort fell over you as Obi-Wan's door came into view and his golden nameplate glinted in the warm light. When you stood in front of the door, you heard his muffled voice from the other side and Anakin's unintelligible reply. Then Obi-Wan began speaking again.

Weaker than you anticipated, you reached forward and rapped your bruised knuckles against the door. Obi-Wan's voice halted and you could feel a timid silence reside over the room momentarily. His boot-falls came nearer to the door and with the click of the automated lock, the keypad blinked green and the door glided open. You offered him a smile, although you were sure it looked as pitiful as it felt.

"(Y/n)! What happened to you?" He asked. His voice was filled with pensive worry, though clipped with the careful emotional filter of a Jedi. Anakin stood up from the couch as he laid eyes upon your well-beaten attire and battered appearance.

"I- uh, I was on a mission. It was a small liberating plan at a nearby shipping facility, but there were more complications than the council anticipated." Your voice was breathy. What little air coursed through you was raspy as it escaped your lungs.

"What are you doing here? Why haven't you gone to the infirmary?" Came his inquisitions.

"My quarters are being watched by trackers, as well as my ship. I didn't want to risk being fired at again. Or shot with a poison dart." You gave a weak laugh upon your last words as you imagined the outcome a dart would have given your already-worn state or the outcome that another well-aimed blaster would have resulted in.