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Why him?
Of all the younglings in the all of Coruscant, why did you of all people have to be paired with Obi-Wan fucking Kenobi as dual padawans of Qui-Gon Jinn?
He was most impulsive, chaotic, rebellious person in the whole temple; it was miraculous he hadn’t been kicked out yet. Evidently having impressive Force skills from an early age can make even the most studious and law-abiding Jedi to look the other way.
Just not you.
You prided yourself on being a member of the mighty Jedi Order. Your home planet did not take kindly to Force-users, a threat of execution hanging over your head. But the kind Masters of the Order found you and saved you and gave you a home. Part of you felt indebted to them for their generosity. But once you tapped into your Force powers, you saw the wonder of your new world. The beauty of the swirling Force around you, ever-present and always by your side, like an old man and his dog. The power to help and protect people at your fingertips. Who were you to think you could mess with this beauty? It was something to be protected.
Not mess around with as though it were his own personal playground like a certain blue-eyed Jedi…
Skilled in the Force he was, and good and purehearted he may be, but breaking the rules was not something you could stand for. The rules were there for a reason. To stop you from getting hurt. Or others from getting hurt too. The Masters knew what they were doing and you trusted them all with your life. So why did Obi-Wan think it was okay to go galivanting around the temple after curfew, breaking into every locked room just for fun.
So after months of searching for someone, anyone, any single Master willing to take on the boy and train him to behave, all eyes eventually fell on Qui-Gon Jinn. The unorthodox Jedi. The peacekeeper. The man who followed like everyone else, but took a different path to get there. Maybe, just maybe, he could help him find a place in the Order.
And how you got thrown in there with them you will never know. Something to do with bringing you out of your shell to experiment with the great power your possessed.
You respected Master Qui-Gon, he was a kind and softly spoken Jedi, generous with his time and his teachings, always available for your questions at the most stupid hours of the night. He strayed from the Order, but was conscious enough of his surroundings to see how far was too far. Obi-Wan was too far.
As strong-willed as Qui-Gon Jinn was, not even this Master Jedi could withstand his two padawans bickering constantly in his ear. Arguing about every little disagreement. Shouting about every wrong move on a mission. You two could never see eye to eye.
Thankfully, what you agree on was how much fun it was trying to kick the shit out of each other during sparring. It was good to vent your anger at each other and made Qui-Gon’s life slightly easier, especially if he had to endure a long trip with the both of you.
So here you stood in the cavernous training room of the Jedi Temple, all alone and waiting for your fellow padawan to arrive. You impatiently tapped your finger nails along the hilt of your lightsaber, running through in your mind all the interesting books you could be reading in the library if you just left now instead of just standing here like an idiot, like waiting for the last bus that will never come. The clock on the wall ticked by slowly as your already limited patience for the man dwindled.
Suddenly, a glorious thud rang out through the training room as Obi-Wan threw the door open and strode in.
“You’re late”, you muttered in annoyance.
“Barely”, he replied with his signature smirk.
“You’re three minutes late.”
“Darling, if you think three minutes is a long time, then I think you should be grateful the Jedi Order doesn’t allow attachments.”
Your eyes snapped to his in shock, cheeks blushing slightly red, at a complete loss for words. Obi-Wan just stood there with his signature smirk, enjoying his new-found high ground above you.
That arrogant, smooth-talking little prick.
You composed yourself, trying to purge your brain of the fact he even brought up attachment to you. “Ready to lose?”, you taunted, stepping onto the training mat. Obi-Wan let out a dry laugh.
“In your dreams,” he growled, removing his outer robe and rolling up his sleeves. Your eyes lingered on his toned arms. Maybe that attachment line did get to you. It stayed stuck there at the back of your mind and you didn’t know why.
You followed your fellow padawan, removing your overcoat and pulling out your lightsaber. Centring on the Force within you, you tried to clear your mind, readying yourself for your battle, finger nails tapping against your lightsaber again to attune your mind to your weapon.
“Stop that.”
You opened your eyes in confusion to see Obi-Wan closer now, across from you on the mat, glaring at your hand.
“What?”
“That bloody tapping. Stop that. It’s annoying.”
You raised your head in defiance, locking eyes with him and tapping all your ten finger nails against the hilt of your lightsaber loudly. Obi-Wan snarled lowly under his breath, eyes darkening.
“You know you can surrender at any time, right? I won’t hold it against you if you want to. We both know I’d win anyway.”
“Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of it,” you pushed, stepping closer. “I mean the Jedi trials are coming up and I wouldn’t want to rob you of this precious training time. You’re going to need all the help you can get.” Obi-Wan was taken aback, maybe even insulted, eyes glaring down at you with a look no Jedi should have ever possessed.
“Enough talk. Let’s dance.”
You both ignited your lightsabers simultaneously, his blue and yours green, bathing your faces in colour. Slowly, you circled each other, eyes locked like a sniper on ever slight movement of the other, waiting for the perfect moment to attack.
All of a sudden, Obi-Wan was moving, running towards you with piercing intensity, his blade swinging at you. You had to jump back out of shock, your own saber only just meeting his to block the strike. Sensing you were on the back foot, he tried again, swinging in the opposite direction, but you were ready this time. With swift movements, you nimbly dodged under his arm, spinning to return the strike against his trailing arm, but he sensed you without even looking and spun back around to meet you and bash your weapon away.
Damn he was good.
Your battle of the wills continued, both of you equally matched, swinging wildly at each other, a rainbow of sparks flying off your lightsabers every time they collided. You both tested each other’s limits and pushed each other’s buttons with your opposing styles of combat; his impulsive and unpredictable, yours straight-edged and strong. If you weren’t currently in a fight to the (not quite) death, you might have pondered the effectiveness of the two of you working and fighting together. Your presences in the force complementing and bolstering the other as you cut down your enemies at the speed of light. Your strength and knowledge of the Jedi ways alongside his creativity in a pinch, daring to go the places no other Jedi would think – you’d be unstoppable. The rebel and the devotee side by side.
Your ears began to ring with the deafening echoes of your lightsabers crashing into each other with all the power in your bodies. As you ran in to take another strike, Obi-Wan surprisingly lowered his weapon, and your slightly faltered in your run in confusion. Instead he raised his other hand and narrowed his eyes in concentration. What the hell was he doing? Out of nowhere, you suddenly tripped over nothing, stumbling to the side, your swing going way over your opponent’s head. That sneaky little shit. Taking advantage of his mischief, Obi-Wan barrelled towards you, throwing you back dangerously with every one of his powerful, successive swings. As you teetered on the edge of the training mat, you gained your footing again, stopping your retreat once and for all. You met his next strike with the same intensity as him, holding him there as your lightsabers sparked and stuttered at their prolonged contact. He pushed further, his might forcing you down. Your left leg buckled and you fell down onto one knee. Your opponent pushed down again, smirking at his near win. Throwing all your energy in, you tried to push him back, but your arms were shaking and begging you to give in.
Until your saw it. Yet again. His trailing arm. Both hands forcefully clutched his lightsaber as he held you down, but his non-dominant left elbow was up. It didn’t match to the stance Master Qui-Gon had taught you both all those years ago; the arm should be kept in in case of revealing a weak spot. You had worked tirelessly, late into the night, trying to perfect these moves as you had been taught. But he was deviating again. This was your chance.
Summoning all your might, you shoved him back with your lightsaber with a shout. As he wound up to swing in again, you pounced. You rolled out of the way in a flash, catching his trailing arm in the process. While he slowly turned for your body to strike again, you garnered all your remaining strength and ran into his body. Hard. Your torso collided with him with a force he had never experienced, the shock sending him tumbling to the ground with his left arm held hostage. Obi-Wan fell to the ground with a thud, your whole body landing on top of him. You struggled around for a second, both of you trying to retain your dominance, but you stayed on top, catching his wrists in one hand as your straddled his hips. Your opposite hand slammed down hard upon his right hand and, with a groan, Obi-Wan’s lightsaber went tumbling out of his hand. But you still had yours. Your blade arced round quickly, leaving a blinding green path in the air, stopping against Obi-Wan’s neck. The pulsing blade stayed a hair’s length away from his pale skin, no matter how hard he struggled against you.
Pride filled every vein in your body. You had won. Here he laid, defeated below you. And you liked it. Of course you liked seeing him lose; who wouldn’t enjoy seeing their rival on the floor beneath them. But as you peered down scanning his flushed face, his messy hair strung out in every direction, the pants escaping from his pink lips. He looked beautiful. Stunning. Sprawled out under you. Your hips accidently brushed against each other, both of your emitting the kind of quiet groan never heard within these temple walls. Both your eyes locked with a new emotion swirling in them. Admiration? Lust? Love? Obi-Wan had always been one to spill his thoughts and emotions at the drop of a hat, and now, now he stopped silent. He looked almost submissive. The unknown forces of the universe pushed your head closer, your foreheads barely a breath away. Your eyes caught the clock on the training room wall across from you. A smirk of your own raised to your lips.
“Look at that. Three minutes. Guess you really didn’t last a long time,” you taunted. Finally, you got payback as a blush spread across his cheeks. He was still silent, staring at you with an intensity you had never seen, even throughout all your years of fighting and arguing and aggression. This seemed stronger. Visceral. All encompassing. Maybe he didn’t hate you. And maybe you didn’t hate him. Especially not when his hips made another testing brush of your own, sending euphoria through every atom of your body in a way you had never experienced. It was good. Your head moved again, getting further, closer to him. Your souls seemed joined in an exciting new world of passion. Both your lips got closer, eyes fluttering closed as your lips slightly brushed with a sigh.
“Y/n and Obi-Wan.” The door slammed open as the voice of Master Qui-Gon rang out across the training room. The two padawans scrambled up from their compromising position, rushing to right your clothes and hair before he could notice. Thankfully, it didn’t look like he did as he scanned over the two of you.
“Both of you hurry,” your master announced. “There is conflict on Pantora and we must assist them. We leave in ten minutes. I’ll brief you both on the way.” Both padawans nodded quickly, pushing down their new found emotions and grabbing their belongings to prepare for their mission. As they both headed for the door, their Qui-Gon’s voice rung out behind them.
“So training went well did it?” You both turned to him in shock to see a knowing smile on his lips, quickly turning back in embarrassment of maybe being caught. Your eyes flicked to your side to see Obi-Wan’s trained on you. A slight smile came to both of your lips.
Maybe you still hated him.
Maybe.