“Well, Cody, Master Yoda has finally assigned me a new padawan. I almost thought he’d forgotten.” Obi-Wan joked as you stood beside him with a kind smile. “And he did not disappoint.”

“Sure didn’t, General.” Cody replied, removing his helmet. “I’m Commander Cody, good meeting you.”

“Y/N L/N.” You introduced yourself. “I look forward to working with you.”

“You gonna have my back out there, kid?” Cody tilted his head up slightly and smirked.

“You know it.” You looked up at him and smiled, noticing his fist reaching out. You put your own out and bumped over and under, then looked over to your new master.

“I think you’ll be a great addition to our battalion. That is—if you can follow orders. My last padawan was not much of a listener.” Obi-Wan told the two of you, who both laughed.

“So I’ve heard.”

Some time had passed since you’d last seen him, you’d wondered how he had aged, what wrinkles would show on his face, if he’d changed his hair, anything. You pondered the idea of calling, but every move you made was a risk, and calculations always seemed to stand in your way. Although, you did happen to make one recurring move that was harmless enough.

A cargo ship landed on Tatooine, bringing your package through Anchorhead and to a “Ben Kenobi” renting out a small den in the area. When this familiar box arrived, he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he loaded it onto his eopie and head home for the day.

Once safe and alone in his humble abode, Obi-Wan set your gift down on a table and opened it up, finding plenty of things to make good use of. Portions, clothing, tools, hygiene products, and a keepsake or two. And a note.

Dear friend, I hope this finds you in good health. I’m not sure how you feel about these supplies I keep sending you, but I hope you will continue to accept them from me. Despite the end of an era, what you are doing is still important, I just hope you’re safe. Unfortunately, I’m aware that stepping foot onto this planet with the intention of meeting you again would put us and him in great danger, but I hope one day I will lay eyes on you once more. Until then, please take care of yourself. Sincerely, [your initials].

Obi-Wan shared the same sentiments, but could not share that with you. Sending anything back to you felt like a risk and sometimes he wondered if you were even confident he was alive. That didn’t stop you from your caring ways as a Jedi, with or without the Order.

“Obi-Wan, do you have time to talk for a moment?” You asked and waited as he turned to you and observed you nervous expression.

“Of course, y/n. What’s the matter?” He took a seat beside you and reached to rest his hand on your own. After taking in a deep breath, you decided that you were officially ready to tell him your news.

“I want—I need to tell you something important about myself. I trust you enough to let you know.” You explained, sort of stalling as you got to the point. You looked up at Obi-Wan’s concerned expression, wrinkles forming around his forehead. “I’m trans.” You simply said and watched his eyebrows raise.

“You are?” He answered a few seconds later and slowly smiled. “That’s wonderful, thank you for trusting me with something so important.” Obi-Wan went in for a hug, something he typically didn’t do. “Is there anything I can do for you? To help you feel comfortable, that is. Because I’m available whenever you need me, I promise.”

“Thank you, Obi.” Your nerves seemed to calm almost immediately after hearing his words. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”

“Join me, y/n.” Obi-Wan reached his hand out to you. “No longer will we serve those corrupt Jedi.” His words only seemed to break your heart, this wasn’t the Obi-Wan you had grown up beside for all these years.

“I don’t understand how you could turn your back on the Jedi like this!” You argued, wanting to do everything in your power not to draw your lightsaber. The last thing you wanted to do was fight him, but it seemed that was where this was headed.

“This isn’t about the Jedi any longer, y/n! It’s about you.” He revealed, taking you by surprise. “Just come with me, I assure you that this path will bring you farther than you could ever imagine.” His hand stayed extended for you, at this point you knew he was too dangerous to leave behind and there was no saving him now. You pulled your weapon off you belt and ignited it, giving Obi-Wan quite the chuckle. “So that’s how it’s going to be? You’ll regret this...”

Turning Around

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader (platonic)

warnings:

a/n: good to hear from you again! glad you liked the cal fic 💖😌 hope you like this one!!

prompt: anonymous: “Hey you! Two requests anon here, Tumblr is a hoe and ate my ask 😑 but it was along the lines of a force sensitive that was raised by sith loyalists and disagrees with everything the sith stand for/keeps feeling a pull to the light so she finds her way to the Jedi temple to seek asylum but either Anakin or Obi Wan being the only one to see her as a scared kid instead of a threat and sort of becoming a guardian to her, def not romantic. It's kinda bleh tbh. Also tysm for the Cal one! I loved it!!”

You pulled your hood over your head and slipped out of your quarters, deathly afraid of what may happen if you were to get caught. You hated the way you were raised and you knew exactly how wrong the views of your mentors were. This wasn’t balance, it was a complete takeover. They barely trusted you, you were kept in the dark both literally and figuratively. As you made a break for it, you remembered that it could not get much worse than this.

You’d never left this place before, but somehow you knew exactly where you were going. You just sensed it. You snuck out undetected and when the cool air hit your face, you felt alive. Now, you just ran. Ran and promised you’d never look back.

It took a long time to get to your destination, but the payoff would be amazing. Freedom. The thing you’ve dreamed of your entire life.

You entered the temple with your dark hood still covering your head, the place was quiet and nearly empty, until you ran into a Jedi. Upon sight, you froze up and watched as you caught his eye.

“Excuse me!” The bearded man approached cautiously while you stood as stiff as a boulder. “Hello, young one, I don’t believe we’ve met.” He stood before you and waited for you to remove your hood, which you did, revealing two streams of tears running down your face. The Jedi looked startled by the sight and kneeled down to your height, taking both of your arms. “Oh, my.”

“My-my name is y/n.” You sniffled and wiped your face with your cloak. “I come from a group of Sith, but I’m not like them! I swear I’m not!” You burst into full-on tears and fell to the floor. This Jedi Master had no idea how to respond to your implications.

“Y/N, dear, you must be mistaken. The Sith are extinct.” He sat beside you and tried to comfort you in hysterics.

“That’s what they wanted you to think.” You revealed, shaking and panting. “I wish to help, they wanted me to be like them. I couldn’t do it.” You curled into a ball and sobbed into your knees.

“Okay, okay, dear. Let’s find the Jedi Council and see how they can help, agreed?” The Jedi helped you to your feet and brushed off a few more tears. “My name is Obi-Wan. It’s nice to meet you.”

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After that day, Obi-Wan saw to make you the exact opposite of what the Sith loyalists tried to force upon you. Unfortunately, he had his own padawan to mentor, but that did not mean he didn’t care for you. He personally picked out your master and made sure they were to treat you as any other padawan.

You trained vigorously, using your upbringing as encouragement to be a Jedi instead of using it for revenge and proving you would become a powerful Sith. You even had the pleasure of training alongside Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan’s own padawan.

“How is your training coming along, dear y/n?” Obi-Wan asked as you spectated a duel between your peers. The smile that grew on your face told him enough. “That good, yes?”

“I’ve never been happier, Master Kenobi.” You took in a cleansing breath and giggled. It took you a while to laugh after you got here, but the first time you did warmed Obi-Wan’s heart. He was amazed that someone with such a dark childhood could turn out such a bright soul.

“I’m very glad, young one. Keep up the good work. I’m proud of how far you’ve come.” He placed his hand on your shoulder and nodded in approval.

“Thank you, Master Kenobi. For everything.” You watched your peers battle on the training floor and you must admit, it was quite entertaining. One padawan pinned his opponent down, succeeding in this duel. You chuckled as the other opponent stomped off.

“That wasn’t very polite of you.” Master Kenobi chuckled.

“Sorry Master.” You ceased your laughter and saw Obi-Wan shake his head.

“His master may need to focus on the anger, though.” Obi-Wan joked and you both tried to suppress your laughter from collegues and peers. “Okay, okay, that’s enough. I’ll see you soon, y/n. Take care.”

“Goodbye, Master!”