#obi-wan x anakin

[queerbaitesque]

Anakin turned, and found within Obi-Wan’s eyes a depth of feeling he had only rarely glimpsed in all their years together; and the pure uncomplicated love that rose up within him then felt like a promise from the Force itself.

[anakinfests]

Obi-Wan has BDE―Big Dom Energy. Though Anakin can attest he has a big dick, too.

[starswarthecloneswar]

I love bratty sub Anakin as much as the next whore, but I also think there is something very compelling about a very desperate and obedient Anakin wanting to be good for Obi-wan.

Like during the war, exhausted form the constant slog of death and pain, completely strung out and just wanting to feel safe, wanting to feel something good for once, like he's more than just a machine that is meant for nothing but war.

they aren’t even together, but he wants so badly, because Obi-wan always knows how to take care of him, Obi-wan makes him feel safe, Obi-wan makes him feel whole, feel human.

So after a close call on a mission, his brain on fire and his body heavy with despair, Anakin presses against Obi-wan in their shared quarters, haltingly begging his Master to take him apart, make him feel again. Rushed whispers of how he’ll be so good, He’ll make Obi-wan feel so good -- just please please please I'll do anything master.

And obi wan gives in, cradling him and caressing him, kissing his tears and fucking him deep and slow, telling how he's his precious padawan, that he's sorry for neglecting his sweet boy, how you've needed this so badly haven't you, dear one? as anakin melts and falls apart, crying out that Yes he needed this so badly, needed his Master so badly.

because his Master always makes him feel better.

[sev-stims]

"anakin, there is no other jedi i would rather have at my side right now. no other man."

"i wouldn't have it any other way, master."

🌑 🌑 🌑 / 🪐 🤍 🪐 / 🌑 🌑 🌑

[comicintheheart]

Obi-wan takes a moment to just breath and feel around him. In the Force he can feel Anakin - his beloved a steady beacon of light and power, his very existence a proof of the power of the Force. But he can also feel their daughter.

And where Anakin is steady she ripples - like the waves on a calm ocean. She balances herself on the edge of Light and Dark, in both and in neither at the same time. And just like Anakin, her existence is a manifestation of the will of the Force.

Obi-wan breaths and feels them, his family, his beloveds

And in the dawn of Light and Dark Obi-wan knows he will follow wherever they lead.

[veloursdor]

What if Emperor Kenobi hadn't been mad with power, heartbreak and anger? What if an arrangement could have been made between between him and Obi-Wan regarding the fate of one Anakin Skywalker? Not everything needed to end in tears.

This is a 'What If Scenario' based on 'he who can never be thought to be the same'. It's not necessary to have read it, but it might help with some details.

Thank you @tideswept for helping me beta this what if and @amadwinter for helping me with the title 💕

It's also part of @palfriendpatine66’s More To Love ao3 Collection. All works are amazing, so check them out if you can! 🩷

[zeldawalkerelf]

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Original Characters Additional Tags: Top Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bottom Anakin Skywalker, Religion, Christianity, Bible Study (Christianity), Bible, Bible Kink, Religion Kink, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, Anakin Skywalker Has Issues, Young Anakin Skywalker, BAMF Obi-Wan Kenobi, Hurt Obi-Wan Kenobi, Protective Obi-Wan Kenobi, Protective Anakin Skywalker, Priest Kink, Priests, Alternate Universe - Priests, Non-Consensual Spanking, Spanking, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Spit As Lube, No Lube, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Gay Sex, Shower Sex, High School, Age Difference, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Drama & Romance, Action & Romance, Ratings: R, Church Sex, Churches & Cathedrals, Catholic Rosary, Baptism, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Cussing, Inappropriate Behavior, Alcohol, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drugs, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Anakin Skywalker is a Little Shit, Obi-Wan Kenobi Loves Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker Loves Obi-Wan Kenobi Summary:

Anakin Skywalker following in the steps of Obi-wan Kenobi to becoming a priest of the church. However, this comes with a lot of complications with the younger man having feelings to deal with and the whole town judging his circumstances already going through high school as a held back student. As Father Kenobi is strategically planning every move as a pastor. Moving the right pieces to win the town over as the main pastor with his student beginning to involve more of himself in church. Read to find out how they get through difficult circumstances living in a small conservative town. How will it play out in the end?

[brynne-again]

18 years and counting! @temple-mistress

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TEMPLE_MISTRESS

DRABBLE PART I - 100 worlds

Obi-Wan never tired of watching Anakin move.

At forty-two, he was as graceful as he had been at twenty-two. He still looked just as lithe and lean in his tunic, with the belt pulled tight around his slender waist.

They were supposed to be reviewing the intel on the datapad. But Anakin, even now, could never stay still for long.

Anakin finished his katas and pushed his cold face against the back of Obi-Wan’s neck. “I didn’t want to come on this mission, not on my life-day.”

Obi-Wan attempted an air of nonchalance, but failed. Miserably. “You’ve changed your mind?”

DRABBLE PART II - 100 words

They’d made a pact of no intimacy on missions after the last disaster, when Corellian pirates caught them. One of the pirates was vocal about how Anakin looked naked, and Obi-Wan had nearly beheaded him with his lightsaber. But exceptions were necessary.

“Oh yes, Master. I’ve changed my mind.” Anakin brushed his lips over the back of Obi-Wan’s neck. “We’re alone here. And I can think of ways to stay warm,” he murmured.

Obi-Wan spun, taking Anakin into his arms. “My very former Padawan, now that is a line.”

Anakin unlaced their tunics, smile smug. “Yes. A line that worked.”

[edgeofn1ght]

The Melody Wakes the Heart

It's practically love at first sight when Obi-Wan passes a new busker working the alley he passes through every day going to and from work.

The idea of 'busker Anakin' just kinda got in my head and wouldn't let go, so out popped this thing. Thankfully it also worked to fill another spot on my @obikin-events​ bingo card: crush

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getting together • obikin • 3.5k words • read on ao3 instead

It was incredibly late. Too late for him to finally be making his way home. He should have left work long ago. And it was certainly too late to hear music winding its way down the alley and around the building. He looked at his watch. It was nearly 11pm.

As he picked up his pace, the clicking of his boot heels against the cobblestones fell into perfect syncopation with the beat of the song.

When he turned the corner, Obi-Wan halted his homeward march. At the end of the alley stood a tall figure dressed in black facing away towards the river. He was singing and strumming his acoustic guitar for an audience of none. Though now it was technically an audience of one.

The man was pouring his heart and soul into a song about love and loss. Not recognizing the tune, Obi-Wan wondered if he wrote it. And was it autobiographical or merely a comment on relationships?

For himself, he didn't care to believe in such things any longer. It was easier to protect your heart by not falling in love.

A giggling couple staggered by and tossed a few coins into a soft guitar case which lay open at the man's feet.

"Ta!" He threw out the reply mid-chorus.

It was long enough to snap Obi-Wan out of his reverie. He dipped into his pocket to scrounge for some change of his own as he decided to continue on. He tossed them in as he passed the man, never stopping, never making eye contact.

"Evening," the guitarist said, now strumming softly. Obi-Wan waved quickly over his shoulder and kept walking.

It was too late. He needed to get home, and he didn't want to start something he couldn't finish.

—-

The next day Obi-Wan managed to get away from work at a most reasonable hour. The man was unfortunately not there.

—--

The following evening was another bloody late night. Absolutely no one should sit at a computer for 10, 12 hours a day, staring at spreadsheets well after the sun went down. His stomach growled, his tea had gone cold and most everyone else had left long ago.

As he left the train station and began his slog home, he heard the guitar again. Was it possible the man only worked late nights?

Obi-Wan slowed his stroll as he got closer. The man was singing softly tonight, something gentle like a lullaby – a surprising change from two nights before.

As he came to the end of the alley, he stopped and leaned against the brick wall to listen. The boy – for he was younger than Obi-Wan previously assumed – was talented, that was for sure.

After a few bars, he turned to look at Obi-Wan and smiled. And what a beautiful smile it was.

"Evening," came the boy's standard greeting.

"Good evening," Obi-Wan replied.

He turned his whole body to look at Obi-Wan as he played, watching him while he finished his song. Even in the low light he could tell he was a handsome sort with dark eyes, full lips, and untamed, dark curls.

To avoid staring, Obi-Wan paid more attention to the way the man's long fingers slid up, down, and across the fretboard with ease. And also how the fingers of his right hand deftly plucked the strings, never missing the mark. Even though he was wearing a glove.

"I don't usually get an audience," he finally added. Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped up to the man's face at the sound of his soft voice. "People pass quickly, always in a hurry."

"A shame then," Obi-Wan replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "But you're new here. Give them some time to get used to you."

The man smiled to himself as he looked down at his guitar. "I wasn't doing so well on the lower levels. I had to find a new place."

If one was to believe the politicians and the 'elite' of the city's glitzy upper levels, Coruscant's lower levels housed the 'worst of the worst' – the poor, the drug dealers and users, and all types of other unsavories that needed to be kept below the surface.  

Well, the income inequality was certainly real. And would explain why this boy was here now where he was more likely to earn a fair amount on his talent from upper Coruscant's denizens and travelers.

He looked down into the open guitar case – he didn't seem to be doing too well here tonight though. Obi-Wan frowned.

When he looked back up, the boy was watching him. It was hard to tell the color of his eyes under the yellowing street lamps, but they pierced him through. Obi-Wan swallowed as he finally stopped playing.

Maybe it was unfair to call him a boy. Closer now and with more time to take in his face, Obi-Wan would put his age somewhere in the mid-20s.

He pulled the guitar up and over his head and laid it down gently in the case. Then he reached into his pocket and brought out a thin silver tin and a lighter.

"Are you already finished?" Obi-Wan asked suddenly. He'd lost track of time, lost track of what he was even doing still standing here. Did he really intend to stay and listen longer?

The man chuckled low under his breath as he put a cigarette between his red lips then flicked the lighter. "For now," he said, as he carefully cupped the flame and lit his cigarette. "Care to join me?" They never lost eye contact as he removed the cigarette and blew the smoke into the air.

He knew he shouldn't but he was tempted. He wanted to.

"Thank you, but I really can't," Obi-Wan said as he pushed himself off the wall. He looked at his watch. "It's later than I thought. I best be going." He tried to keep the disappointment from his voice.

Obi-Wan dug into his pocket once more and pulled out a few bills. Instead of throwing them into the case like usual, he reached out and handed them to the man instead. He took them, wrapping his cold fingers around Obi-Wan’s briefly.

"Thank you," he nodded as he removed the cigarette once more.

Obi-Wan smiled then turned to leave. But he could feel himself hesitating just for a moment. If he didn't leave now, he might not leave at all.

"It's Anakin," the boy called after him. Obi-Wan stopped and turned to look over his shoulder. "My name."

Oh. "Obi-Wan," he replied with a nod.

The boy – Anakin – grinned and put the cigarette back in his mouth and inhaled deeply.

—-

Weeks passed and Obi-Wan was losing track of how much money he'd given Anakin, and with his schedule more normalized, he didn't even see him every day. He guessed whatever Anakin was busking for, Obi-Wan was going to fund it single-handedly.

However, he could count on one hand the number of short conversations they had. The words they exchanged had been few – Obi-Wan didn't want to interrupt the man at work.

When he didn't see Anakin, he couldn't stop thinking about him. Which probably wasn't good. He knew nothing at all about him.

On this morning, Obi-Wan kept his head down, watching his feet as he quickly made his way to his train station. He pulled the lapels of his coat closed around his throat as a stiff gust of wind blew down the walk. He was in a hurry but no one else seemed to be.

As he came to Anakin's alley, he looked up and was surprised to find him there, crouched down as he was packing up. It suddenly struck Obi-Wan that he'd never once seen him in the daylight.

"Anakin!"

He stood and turned quickly, surprised at hearing his name being called. "Obi-Wan!"

His eyes were blue.

His eyes are blue.  

"What are –"

"I was just –"

They began at the same time then chuckled nervously.

"Please, you go," Obi-Wan gestured.

Anakin ran a hand through his hair, which shone a dark honey blond in the morning light. He looked very tired and careworn.

"I was just leaving. I'm surprised to see you."

Obi-Wan smiled, "I'm even more surprised. I come by this way every day, but you're only here when I'm off work very late."

"Huh, yeah," Anakin said, looking down and scuffing the toe of his boot against the stones. Obi-Wan watched him as he knelt again to re-situate his guitar in the case. From where he stood, there didn't seem to be much money in there.

He couldn't help himself from getting involved. "Do alright last night and this morning?"

Anakin shrugged as he picked up the case and slung it over one shoulder and across his back. The coins clinked loudly together as they slid to the bottom of the bag. He seemed quiet and off in his own world.

"Are you alright this morning?"

Anakin stopped fidgeting long enough to stare at Obi-Wan, then shrugged again. "Just tired."

He had to go to work. He was going to be very late. He probably would get some kind of reprimand. But he found he didn't really care too much.

"Would you like to go get some coffee?"

Anakin hesitated but Obi-Wan could see him thinking it over.

"My treat," he finally added. Why don't you just ask him on a date, Obi-Wan?

Anakin exhaled, "Okay then."

They walked a few blocks to the coffeeshop Obi-Wan generally visited on his way to the station. He hadn't this morning because he was in a hurry. Interesting now how he had all the time in the world.

The shop was warm and smelled strongly of coffee and some blend of vanilla and hazelnut. They grabbed some menus and made their way to a small table in the corner near the front window. Anakin placed his guitar upright in the corner and sat with his back to the wall. Obi-Wan took his place directly across, as naturally as if they'd done this dozens of times.

"Order whatever you'd like," he said as a waiter made their way to the table for the drink order. "That goes for food, too," he added when the waiter left.

Anakin looked around the shop, taking it all in like he'd never been in before. It seemed hard to believe considering he was always so close by. It gave Obi-Wan a better opportunity to study his face in the daylight.

His eyes were darker blue now than they'd been outside, and a thin scar bisected his right eyebrow, passing the corner of his right eye and ending on his cheek. It did nothing at all to diminish his beauty, quite the opposite. He also had two smaller pale scars on his left jaw. Obi-Wan wondered what he'd been through. His face was also dotted with small moles and freckles, and his lips were full and dark pink.

He was unfairly pretty.

Obi-Wan felt quite out of his element all of the sudden. He would now put his age around 25. Obi-Wan never felt his age, but suddenly he was feeling every single one of his 41 years.

He cleared his throat and looked down to study the menu.

"I've never been here before," Anakin finally said. Obi-Wan was beginning to think he'd be the only one talking this morning.

He looked up and smiled, "The coffee is excellent, the morning buns spectacular."

The corner of Anakin’s mouth turned up in a smirk, "Spectacular, huh?"

"Well if you like sweet buns, I suppose." He was generally a bit more eloquent than this.

He was saved by the return of their waiter with their coffee. They both ordered some food, and Obi-Wan was pleased that Anakin had taken him up on his offer, ordering eggs, bacon, toast, hashbrowns, and even boldly ordering some sweet buns for the two of them.

Then they were alone again.

There were so many questions he wanted to ask Anakin now that he had his undivided attention, but none of them seemed right.

"You don't have to go to work?" Anakin asked, taking a sip of his latte, inhaling the rich aroma of the espresso and hazelnut flavor.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth, snapped it shut, then took out his phone. "I should probably tell them I won't be in, at least not until later." He'd been so taken with Anakin that he even forgot about work. Get yourself together, Obi-Wan.

"You didn't really seem the type," he said.

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, "The type? What type is that?"

"You know, the rule abider, the goody two-shoes, the class pet," Anakin smiled and took another sip of his coffee.

Obi-Wan huffed a laugh. Maybe once upon a time. Sure, he appreciated order, but he'd been known to bend a rule here and there. But always to someone's surprise. He guessed he did have a reputation. Maybe Anakin was actually good at reading him. Which was scary.

"Well you seem the complete opposite, if I'm honest," Obi-Wan retorted.

Anakin chuckled, "That's fair. If I'm honest."

"What were you doing out there this morning?" Obi-Wan asked, changing the subject quickly. He was sorry to see Anakin's face fall rapidly.

"Change of audience, hoping to catch people on the way to work." He shifted in his seat. "Late at night, believe it or not, isn't the greatest time to work the alley."

This was unsurprising news. Obi-Wan rarely saw anyone at night when Anakin was out.

"Can you change your time there?" Though some people obviously did come by, it couldn't have been nearly as many as what might come by during the day on their way to work or school or the shops.

Anakin shook his head, "Not generally, no. I do have other obligations." At this his shoulders slumped. Seemingly under the weight of said obligations.

Just then the waiter returned with their breakfasts. Anakin dug in quickly like he hadn't eaten in some time. The thought hadn't previously occurred to Obi-Wan that maybe he hadn't. He wouldn't say anything about it.

"That song you were singing the first night I saw you…" Obi-Wan began as he buttered his toast, hoping Anakin would remember. "Is it yours?"

Anakin took a bite of his own toast and chewed thoughtfully. "Yes." In truth, he was surprised he did remember. But he didn't seem to be otherwise forthcoming with information.

"Well it was moving."

"Thank you," he replied quietly, then drank more coffee.

Several moments ticked by and Obi-Wan thought the conversation was over. He was desperately trying to come up with another topic. It could have been anything – he knew nothing about the young man! But his brain came up empty.

"I had… well, this woman," he began staring down at his own plate with great interest. "My girlf– no, my fiancée, really, well she ended things suddenly. And…well, my emotions had to go somewhere, I guess."

Oh. Well, he certainly didn't need Obi-Wan chasing after him. Anyway…

"You should make a recording, you just need the right people to hear you." Though he was always the highlight of Obi-Wan’s day, Obi-Wan could do nothing for him to advance his career. He'd miss him if he ever quit busking and left the alleyway.

Anakin scoffed, "I'm just out there trying to make a buck. I have no aspirations. I just need to do something to help pay for my mom's medicines. It's a better second job than working with food or in some shop here in the upper levels where I'd have to deal with difficult people all day."

Of all the reasons Anakin could have had for playing, that was not one that Obi-Wan would have come up with. He just stared at Anakin, a fork full of eggs hovering mid-air.

Anakin finally looked up at him. "Oh, that was probably… too much."

"No! No," Obi-Wan started. "Not at all! I didn't mean to pry, of course. But you're welcome to say whatever you feel comfortable sharing."

Anakin looked around the room, down at his plate then back up at Obi-Wan. "And why do you take such an interest?"

Obi-Wan had to resist the urge to laugh out loud. If Anakin only knew… well he'd probably not still be sitting here, for starters.

What could he say? Anakin was talented, there was no doubt about it. But he was also handsome. And Obi-Wan was interested. But he could settle for being a friend. It seemed like Anakin needed that more than anything right now.

He settled for a half-truth.

"You brighten my commute home."

Anakin looked down and if he wasn't mistaken, he thought he was blushing. Obi-Wan didn't need to know that he was the highlight of Anakin's day. The one person who actually looked and truly saw him.

They passed the next several minutes in silence, finishing up their breakfast and coffee.

"You were right about these buns," Anakin said, stuffing the last bit of cinnamon roll into his mouth.

Obi-Wan smiled gently.

They finished up, the check came, and Obi-Wan paid. They gathered their things and stepped back out into the cold.

"I guess I have no more excuses not to go into work," Obi-Wan said, adjusting his scarf. Though he wished he did.

Anakin squinted against the bright morning light. "I suppose not."

"Go home and rest."

Anakin nodded, "I'll try, but no promises." Obi-Wan smiled and turned to leave.

"Obi-Wan!" He loved it when the younger man said his name. "Thank you."

"Anytime," he said, then turned to face the rest of his day.

—-

A week passed without a single glimpse of Anakin. It didn't matter what time Obi-Wan went to or from work, he was not there. Had he changed his mind about the alley? Or about entertaining on the street for mere pennies?

Or had he gotten to know Obi-Wan and didn't like whatever he saw?

Or worse still, had something happened to him or his mother?

Obi-Wan would rather that Anakin suddenly hated him before he could deal with the truth of something terrible befalling either of them.

—--

Obi-Wan disembarked the train at 8pm. The car had been wonderfully warm, and for a while he'd forgotten just how cold it was outside. A fat snowflake landed on the end of his nose, melting instantly. Great. The walk home held so much promise now.

He sighed as he adjusted his coat and scarf and hoisted his bag back up on his shoulder. As much as he wished to see Anakin, he hoped that he would not turn the corner and find him standing in the cold with his guitar.

He was thankfully not there.

Obi-Wan would have never been able to explain the way his heart dropped at the site of the empty sidewalk. Who could understand the foolishness of falling in love with someone over a decade younger, who you merely passed on the street on your way home from work? He didn't even know the man's last name, for force's sake.

"Obi-Wan!!"

His traitorous heart skipped several beats as he stopped and slowly turned.

"Obi-Wan!" Anakin waved as he ran towards him, his bagged guitar swinging back and forth across his back.

All Obi-Wan could do was stand there and try not to look like an idiot with his mouth hanging open.

Anakin ran right up to him and stopped two feet short, his gloved hand extended. He was breathing heavily and struggling to catch his breath in the thin winter air.

"Anakin." My darling, he wished to say. "What are you doing here? Please tell me you weren't coming to stand out in the snow and play?"

Anakin laughed, still out of breath. Next to his singing, it was the most beautiful sound. "I was hoping to run into you."

That surprised him. His schedule was the most steady of them both. It'd be quite easy for Anakin to wait for him.

"Well, you've run into me," Obi-Wan smiled and spread his arms wide.

"I was coming to play," Anakin said. "It was stupid, I know, but I was. Because it's what I do. I need the money, but I thought…" here he stopped and began to fiddle with the strap that ran diagonal across his torso. "I knew you would chide me though. I wanted you to."

Obi-Wan's eyes widened slightly. What was that supposed to mean?

"Just to hear and see you again."

Obi-Wan knew his mouth was hanging open but at this point, he didn't care. Was Anakin saying what he thought he was saying?

He took a deep breath. It was as good as any admission. And more than Obi-Wan ever dared to hope for himself.

His face slowly split into a grin. "You're right, I would have… chided you, that is. You'll catch your death out here."

Anakin beamed. "You sound like my mom."

Obi-Wan laughed. He was happy to hear she was okay, too.

He slowly extended his own gloved hand towards Anakin and took a leap. "Come home with me instead."  

Anakin took his hand then interlaced their fingers as they walked away from the train station towards his home.

So much for protecting his heart.

[obikin-events]

Q: What is a bingo? How many prompts will the cards have? How big will they be?

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For this particular bingo, our bingo cards will be 5x5, which means you will receive 24 prompts, as well as a free space – which means you can fill it with whatever you wish too, as long as it was not already used for a prompt on your card. These are meant to inspire those to create more works about Obikin (Obi-wan Kenobi x Anakin Skywalker), in either a romantic or platonic nature!

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MERRY CHRISTMAS! Here is a small little Christmas Obikin drabble someone requested on my twitter.

keywords: fixing a tie + "be good for me."

Artoo’s enthusiastic beeps alert of the approaching time just as he pushes his arms through a borrowed suit jacket. 

Coruscant glitters with twinkling lights, large projectors depicting advertisements and holiday food against the durasteel skyscrapers, lending it a certain charm. Obi-wan adjusts his cream-colored layers, plucking at the fibers with alien annoyance. He already misses his loose fitted robes, but Padme insisted on their attire and Obi-wan didn’t dare turn away such expectations from the senator. Especially for the Christmas party she devoted a concerning amount of time to planning. 

On the other side of the room, faring much worse than himself, Anakin fumbles at his tie with a frustrated mumble. A smile quirks his lips, Anakin’s light pout reminiscent of years when he was much younger and only just arriving in Coruscant–confronted by the overwhelming, towering city and its queer customs. Christmas quickly became Anakin’s favorite and his anxious excitement jitters their bond now. 

“Do you need help?” he teases, though Anakin is quick to scoff. 

“I can tie a tie, Master.” 

But even his proclamation is a helpless tone that draws Obi-wan forward. The fabric is twisted in a pathetic little knot, too long where it shouldn’t be, absent of experience. He tsks, brushing aside Anakin’s hands to replace them with his own. 

“Your touch is reserved for mechanics, I’m afraid, dear one.” 

Anakin’s eyes roll. “I could have told you that.” 

With ease, the knot loosens itself with the help of the Force. Obi-wan takes to re-folding it himself, smirking. “I can tie a tie, Master.”

This time, Anakin doesn’t entertain him with a biting response. They both know how long he’s gone without learning how to manage one. 

Hands settle on his waist instead, urging him closer until Obi-wan is nearly pressed against his chest. The black of Anakin’s suit is a lovely contrast to his soft curls and prowling eyes further brightened by the blue of the tie, ones that ogle him as he carefully maneuvers. This close, he can smell the perfume gifted to him from senator friends after his knighting, wild plum and pomegranate. 

With one last step, he pulls the tail end tight, jolting Anakin slightly and drawing a quick, surprised breath from his parted lips. Obi-wan smooths the tie into the dark jacket and pats over, smug, unmoving. The hands at his waist wrap fully around, latching on with a sturdy grip. 

A faint flush dusts Anakin’s cheeks. 

“Well,” he swallows, settling his gaze on Obi-wan’s lips, “I suppose not being able to tie a tie isn’t that bad.” 

“Hm,” he agrees, touch skittering up to where the blue meets Anakin’s neck. There are pink marks where the fabric rubbed against his skin, giving his look a far more rugged appearance. Like he’s just been handled. “The senators will surround you like loth-wolves tonight.” 

“Jealous?” 

Obi-wan grazes his thumb across the jut of Anakin’s throat, watching it bob with a swallow. “You are the poster… man, afterall.”

The grin it earns him is blinding, Anakin leaning forward to ghost his lips across Obi-wan’s forehead. “No need to be jealous, Master. I’m sure Padme won’t take up too much of my time.” 

The very reason for their invite, he knows. The senator’s flirtation with Anakin since Naboo is a mystery to Obi-wan, but he can see just how smug it makes his young friend to see the perplexed possession it draws from him. Even then, Anakin will always fall back in line with him; bound by war, by brotherhood, by bond. 

By his stern demand, if needed. 

Still, he entertains it, if only to see his former Padawan’s lip-biting, eye-twinkling satisfaction. 

So, it’s easy to lean forward, to murmur, “Be good for me and we’ll see what kind of reward I have for you tonight,” and watch Anakin’s eyes darken. 

Maybe he’s looking forward to the party, for once. 

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anakin has always been obsessed with obi-wan ever since he was very young despite palpatine's constant efforts to turn him against obi-wan he kept failing because to anakin obi-wan has ALWAYS been inseperable from himself. he does not know who he is without obi-wan. for obi-wan this comes later, during the war, because prior to that he already had a pretty well-established sense of self. its the war that (literally, canonically) forges their lives into one; its only then that obi-wan cant imagine a life where he never trained anakin; its only then that he can look at a hologram of anakin kneeling to the lord of the sith and killing children and still refuse to believe it because thats his anakin, thats half of himself, he cant be doing that. even after two decades alone in the desert obi-wan still hopes he'll wake up one day and find anakin at his door. and, well, we know even as vader he is never not thinking of obi-wan even when obi-wan is already dead

[wonderwolfballoon]

Not Your Typical Arranged Marriage Obikin AU.

This is the WIP title that got second place in this poll. More than ficlet this is like a summary and a bit of dialogue between Obi-Wan and Anakin. Enjoy <3

214 words.

The Clone Wars are brewing on the horizon, with the Jedi having to take on a role they were never prepared for. They are peacemakers, not warriors. 

Arranged Marriages are a political tool that the Senate of the Republic practises from time to time. When a newly discovered planet, of warriors and kings, is wondering if it’s a good idea to join the Republic in the middle of a war, Padawan Anakin Skywalker presents to the Jedi Council the idea of arranged marriages so the Jedi can learn how to be Generals from them while helping the planet acclimate to the Republic. 

His Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, supports the idea when presented to the Council until the Prince of Kordoku requests that it’s Anakin’s hand the one that marries him.

…

“If all goes according to plan, Master, you might be able to marry your Duchess.”

“What on Sith hell are you talking about, Anakin?”

“If I prove to the Council that this arranged marriage comes with no attachments, maybe you’ll be able to marry Duchess Kryze. The thing you’ve always wanted.”

“That was a long time ago, Padawan.”

“Not your Padawan any more, Master. And that’s banta shit, Obi-Wan, I see the way you look at her.”

“And how is that?”

“The same way Rowan looks at me.”

I know it's not a lot @necrofacility but this is what I have for you <333

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The Will of the Force - CH 20

Fandom: Star Wars Rating: Mature Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obikin           AO3         Masterlist

Summary:  What if Obi-wan hadn’t been granted permission to train Anakin in the ways of the Force? What if Qui-Gon hadn’t perished during the battle with Darth Maul? How differently would things have turned out?

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Chapter 20  

     The trip back to Coruscant was spent with Anakin doing his utmost to keep his ever restless Jedi in bed and resting, by any means. That very much included endless makeout sessions while laying in Obi-Wan’s bed in the medbay, their lips rarely leaving the others except for a quick breath here and there, hands tangled in each other's hair, limbs entwined. At some point Anakin wasn't sure where he ended and Obi-Wan began, not that he was complaining. If it kept Obi-Wan in bed rather than wandering through the ship, risking potentially worsening his injuries, then Anakin was more than happy to lay in that too small bed forever and kiss Obi-Wan until he couldn't breathe anymore.

     But of course, all good things must come to an end, as all too soon they landed on Coruscant and they were forced to break apart and get out of bed. The rest he acquired on the trip back had done Obi-Wan well, as he was walking on his own now, less and less needing Anakin's shoulder to lean on for support. Anakin was pleased with it, but as they walked off the ship with Padmé and Qui-Gon in front of them, Master Yoda and Master Windu both waiting for them in the hanger, Obi-Wan suddenly leaned over and wrapped an arm around Anakin's shoulders. He felt heavy again, and though it worried Anakin for just a moment, something flashed across the bond and he very quickly understood. 

     “Your Highness, Prince Anakin,” both Windu and Yoda bowed as they reached them, “we are glad that you're both safe, as well as you, Master’s.”

     “All thanks to Master’s Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan,” Padmé gestured to the two Jedi beside her, “if it weren't for them we surely wouldn't be here right now, and I especially owe a great deal of gratitude to Master Obi-Wan for saving my Anakin.”

     “Rewarded for his efforts, Master Obi-Wan shall be,” Yoda said, and nodded toward where Obi-Wan was still heavily draped across Anakin's shoulders. 

     “Thank you, Master.”

     “But for now we must get you both to the council room for debriefing,” Windu announced, “your Highness, the room you were in previously is still available to you, as is the room across the hall for the young Prince. I can have another Jedi escort you both there if you would like.”

     “Actually,” Obi-Wan started, leaning impossibly heavier on Anakin's shoulders, “I am still very weak from my bout with the Sith Lords. If it is at all possible, I wouldn't mind the allowance of one more night of rest before we jump into meetings and debriefings.”

     “Informed us of your injuries, Master Qui-Gon has, but more to tell, you have?” Yoda looked up to Qui-Gon who simply nodded, giving nothing more away. “Then meet tomorrow, we shall, to discuss what remains. Wait until then, the rest can. Rest you must for now, Obi-Wan. Help you need with the Master, young Prince?”

     “That's okay,” Anakin nodded to him, gripping tighter to Obi-Wan’s hand over his shoulder and pulling him closer to his side, “I would like to help Master Kenobi, if that is alright, he did save my life after all.”

     Yoda contemplated it for a moment, before nodding and smiling up at Anakin. “Very well then, to the Halls of Healing, go you will.”

     “Ah…” Obi-Wan started, “I think a good night's rest in my chambers is all I need, Master.”

     “Very well,” he repeated, “anything you need, let us know.”

     “Thank you, Master Yoda, I do appreciate it.”

     Yoda nodded to him, then turned his attention to Windu. “Aid the Clones with the prisoner, perhaps we should instead.”

     All of them turned just in time to watch both of the Clone battalions who had aided them at the Sith Citadel, leave the ship with Palpatine, lead by both Cody and rex. Their blasters were all focused on him, not a single one of them turning their eyes away from the Sith Lord for so much as a single second, and as soon as they were off the ship they were surrounded by a ring of Jedi Masters. There was no escaping in the cards for Palpatine this time, not without a fight he would not win.

     “You may think you've won, Kenobi, but this reprieve will not be the happy ending you expect it to be,” Palpatine spat as he was escorted past them, “the dark side has not died, the Sith will prevail, and next time we meet I will ensure that you suffer until you are begging me for death.”

     “Hey! Keep it shut!” Rex shouted as he shoved his blaster hard into the Sith Lords back, pushing him forward. “Keep it moving!”

     He said no more as he walked with the Clones and Jedi through the hanger, each step bringing him closer and closer to his fate. But despite the fact that Palpatine was very much subdued and completely under control, Obi-Wan could feel the tension and worry suddenly encompassing the bond. 

     “Allow you all to take your leave, we will. Deal with the former Chancellor, we must,” Yoda said then turned to follow the Clones, “come, Master Windu, much to do we have.”

     He too said his goodbyes and left, and the second they were out of sight Obi-Wan turned to face Anakin, lifting his free hand to cup his cheek. “Don't worry, my darling, he cannot hurt you again. His reign is over.”

     “But everything he said…” Anakin shook his head, the worry clear in his eyes, “What if it's true? What if he has something up his sleeve and we still aren't safe.”

     “Anakin, hush,” he soothed, “I promise you we are safe. Palpatine will be imprisoned until his fate is to be decided, under guard, with no chance to escape. And no matter what I will never be leaving your side again, there is nothing to worry about, my love. Please trust me.”

     “I do, I trust you, Obi-Wan,” he nodded, “he just worries me. He deceived us all once before, who's to say he won't be able to do it a second time.”

     “If he does, we will handle him and whatever he may attempt to throw our way,” Qui-Gon assured him from the side, then in an attempt to move Anakin's thoughts away from threats of danger, he placed a hand at the small of Padmé's back and said, “now, I shall escort Padmé up to her chambers, and I assume you will be helping Obi-Wan to his own chambers.”

     “I will make sure he gets there safely and gets all the rest he needs.”

     Qui-Gon smirked and eyed the pair knowingly, “I'm sure you will,” then turned Padmé away from them and walked her through the temple and toward her chambers.

     Anakin and Obi-Wan followed, at a much slower pace, but eventually they made it to the elevator that would take them to Obi-Wan’s room. They were both quiet the whole way there, with Obi-Wan still leaning on Anakin for support as they finally made it to Obi-Wan’s room, and he waved a hand to let them in. As soon as they were inside and the door was locked behind them, both Anakin and Obi-Wan smirked at one another, and Obi-Wan lifted his weight off of Anakin to stand perfectly fine on his own two legs.

     “So, you still need to rest, huh?” Anakin teased, crossing his arms over his chest.

     “Rest is definitely not what I need or what I want,” he answered and crowded into Anakin's space again, taking him by the waist and pulling him in as close as he could, “I just wanted one more night of peace with you before we have to face the Council tomorrow.”

     “Are you worried?” Anakin asked, kneading the back of Obi-Wan’s neck in an attempt to sooth him.

     He nodded his head, brushing his nose against Anakin’s as he did. “They will not be pleased with me. I pledged my life to the Jedi Order, and now to leave it so easily for love, a thing that a Jedi is forbidden to have… I fear they will not let me go so easily.”

     “We can still change the plan, Obi-Wan. We don't have to tell the Council anything. I can stay right here with you and you can continue to serve as a Jedi, we don't have to go back to Naboo if you don't want to.”

     “No,” Obi-Wan shook his head, tightening his grip around Anakin’s waist, “no, I want to come clean to the Council, I want them to know that I have fallen in love with you, I want them to know about our bond, and I want to tell them that I am leaving the Order. If we stay it will only place you in constant danger, should an enemy on a mission discover my love for you, they would surely use you against me. Not to mention I would rarely be here, I would always be sent away on orders from the Council, orders I would not be able to refuse, and I do not wish to ever be away from you again. I want to return to Naboo and live my life with you, not stay here only to live my life away from you.”

     “Alright,” Anakin nodded, “if that is what you want, then we will speak to the Council together and then return home as soon as we can.”

     “This is what I want,” he answered, “but what I don't want is to talk about the Council anymore.”

     “What do you want then?” Anakin asked, his tone playful, clearly already knowing exactly where this was headed.

     “I want to love you.” 

     “Then love me.”

     Obi-Wan closed the gap and slotted their mouths together in a heated kiss, wasting no time in pouring every ounce of love he could into it. He had come so close to losing Anakin, in more ways than just one. He had let Anakin be taken, and then in his desperation to get him back he had almost fallen to the dark side. He needed to feel Anakin more now than ever, needed to feel his skin against his own, know that he was really and truly there with him. That he was warm, and alive, and his once again. Never again would Obi-Wan ever let this slip from within his grasp.

     He slowly started walking them back to the bedroom, never moving his lips from Anakin’s, never taking his hands off his body. Eventually Anakin's legs found the mattress and Obi-Wan laid him back gently, moving them up the bed to rest his head back against the pillows. But still neither of them had made any attempt to let go of the other, nor did they want to. 

     But soon enough Anakin became impatient. Having Obi-Wan pressed against him, laying on top of him, his lips and tongue devouring Anakin's mouth, was just not enough. He needed to feel him, all of him, so reluctantly he pulled his lips away and tugged at the hem on Obi-Wan’s shirt. They quickly undressed, tossing shirts, pants, and everything else onto the floor, not caring where it landed, and finally they were pressed together again, completely skin to skin. 

     They took a moment to soak each other in, hands caressing each other's faces with a softness that spoke volumes to both of their fragile states. They were here, together, safe and in love, but still they were both terrified that in the blink of an eye it would all fall apart. That one touch to hard would shatter the glass beneath them and they would come crashing down to a harsh reality were they were ripped apart once again. A reality that neither of them would live through. But this, together as two halves of one whole heart, this was their perfection, it was where they belonged and it was where they both intended to stay.

     When Anakin finally opened his eyes, Obi-Wan was staring down at him with the most loving and tender look in his eyes, and it made Anakin's stomach flutter. He would never get tired of that look or the way it made him feel. Then Obi-Wan was moving closer, slowly closing the gap between them once again, but this time his lips landed on the long cut over Anakin's eye. He softly kissed it starting from the top, over his eye, and to the bottom, before moving back to kiss Anakin's lips once then hover over him again. 

     Then Anakin took his turn, lifting his shoulders slightly off the bed to tenderly run his lips over Obi-Wan’s left eye, the one that had changed to be half yellow during the fight, before pressing his lips together and pressing a feather light kiss to the lid. When he laid back down he left his hand on Obi-Wan’s cheek, smiling up at the love of his life hovering above him, and Obi-Wan turned his head into Anakin's palm. He kissed it, long, before turning back to look at Anakin while he held his hand against his cheek. 

     “I told you I would always love you, all of you, no matter what.”

     Obi-Wan could only smile at him as he whispered over and over again, “And I love you, Anakin, I love you so much,” while he pressed their chests together again and moved his lips to travel over every inch of Anakin's skin. 

     As he traveled down Anakin's body he whispered his mantra between every kiss to his skin, like a lifeline, letting it soak into Anakin with every arch of his body into Obi-Wan’s mouth. Anakin's hands found their way into Obi-Wan’s hair when he reached his cock, showing it the same treatment as he had given the rest of Anakin's body, then took it into his mouth. It took every ounce of Anakin's strength to keep himself from bucking fully into the heat of it, but Obi-Wan was taking no time in sucking Anakin's cock in as far as he could. 

     Anakin's hands tightened in Obi-Wan’s hair as he felt his cock hit the back of Obi-Wan’s throat, a chesty moan ripping from him. Then Obi-Wan’s fingers were grazing his lips and he sucked them in, lapping his tongue around them, coating them completely. When Obi-Wan pulled his fingers back, satisfied with Anakin's work on them, he laid back and awaited, knowing what was coming next. Slowly, one finger was pushed inside him as Obi-Wan hollowed his cheeks and sucked him in impossibly deeper. Soon after a second finger joined the first, and then a third, and by the time he was a moaning writhing mess on the very edge, Obi-Wan released his cock with a pop and crawled back up his body to hover over his already panting and wrecked form.

     He leaned down and nuzzled his nose against Anakin’s, the younger boy's hands still tightly wound in his hair as he held him close. “Are you ready, my love?” He whispered against Anakin's lips, feeling him nod against him. He reached one hand down between them, grabbing his own cock and lining himself up with Anakin, then slowly he pushed forward until he was completely inside him. 

     They both released pleasured sighs, finally being able to be one completed whole, all of it bringing about a whole new wave of feelings after both of them having come so close to losing each other. It was almost overwhelming, almost too much. Before Obi-Wan started moving, Anakin reached up and wrapped his arms around his neck and held his Jedi against his chest. 

     “Please, just…” He started, slotting his face against Obi-Wan’s, lifting his legs to wrap around his waist as well, “Can we just stay like this for a second?”

     “Of course,” Obi-Wan breathed and nodded, then reached a hand up to tuck a stray strand of Anakin's hair behind his ear.

     “I just came so close to losing you I thought… I thought that I would never be able to be with you like this again, that I would never be able to feel you, or love you again, and I-”

     “Shh, Anakin,” he soothed, kissing away the tear that escaped him, “I know, because I was worried too. But we are both here, both safe, and both together. Do not let it worry you any more, that threat has passed and nothing will ever part us again.”

     “I know,” he whispered, hugging him tighter, closer, nestling his head into the crook of his neck and breathing him in, “I just love you too much, even thinking of being without you again hurts.”

     “Well you don't have to ever think of it again,” he smiled against Anakin's cheek, trying to get his thoughts away from the what if’s, “we are going to be married soon, after which you will be officially stuck with me forever.”

     He managed to actually make Anakin laugh, a light chuckle escaping him as Obi-Wan moved to the side to suck a mark behind his ear. “Good, and once you're crowned I'll have you completely trapped.”

     Obi-Wan laughed too, abandoning his current mark to move back to kiss Anakin's lips. 

     Anakin melted into the long kisses, letting Obi-Wan’s lips and tongue attack him for as long as he wanted, while he took pleasure in the feeling of Obi-Wan being inside of him in more than one way. Before eventually he pulled back, just enough to say, “I'm ready, you can move now. But don't sit up, just stay here.”

     Obi-Wan shifted just a little, giving his hips enough room to pull back just a bit while still keeping himself firmly planted against Anakin's chest, then started a slow even rhythm. Anakin's hands moved to clutch desperately at Obi-Wan’s back, and Obi-Wan’s hands cradled Anakin's face as he pressed their noses together, their parted lips brushing against the others with each grind of Obi-Wan’s hips. Their panted breaths were forced into the others mouth, their tongues darted out to occasionally taste the other, hands roamed every inch of skin and tightened their holds in hair, their sweat slicked chests slid together. Neither of them dared part a single inch or lessen their hold on the other, for this time together seemed to mean so much more than any other time between them. As Obi-Wan had said, they were alive, and safe, and together, and Anakin knew that this was what their forever held for the both of them. He wanted no other future but this, just them, together, two halves of the same heart finally able to be whole.

     Anakin arched his back against Obi-Wan when one perfectly placed thrust had him almost tipping over the edge, lifting up to kiss Obi-Wan hard and let him swallow his moans as he relentlessly hit that spot over and over again. And he could feel Obi-Wan was just as much on the edge as he was, as his thrusts were becoming sporadic and uneven, the hand wrapped in Anakin's hair tightening even more as he got closer. 

     “Ah, Obi-Wan,” Anakin moaned and pulled back from the kiss, “come, Obi-Wan, come and I’ll be right behind you.”

     “Anakin-” He grunted, stuttering his hips only a few more times before he came, his hips stilled tightly against Anakin’s ass as a loud, “Oh!” was punched from his core.

     And Anakin was as he said, right behind him, moaning a continuous strung out mess of Obi-Wan’s name, and came between them, covering both of their stomachs in a warm sticky mess. 

     They both took their time coming down, catching their breaths while Obi-Wan collapsed his full weight on Anakin, his face tucked tightly into Anakin's neck, humming as he breathed in the scent that was all his dear one. They stayed together like that, Obi-Wan still inside Anakin, for the longest time, neither of them wanting to move. But eventually Obi-Wan did roll them over so he wasn't completely crushing Anakin, and still held him close against his chest, Anakin's head now tucked under his chin.

     “Are you alright, dear one?” He asked, running his fingers through Anakin's hair.

     He hummed contentedly against Obi-Wan’s chest, his own fingers playing with the tight red curls of his chest hair. “Perfect,” he answered, sounding half asleep already, “you know how much I love you, right?”

     “Of course I do, my love,” he said and hugged Anakin tighter against him to kiss the top of his head, “and you know how much I love you?”

     “I do.”

     Anakin sighed against his chest and Obi-Wan felt his body relax with the release of it, his limbs heavy against his own. “Go to sleep now, my love,” he whispered into Anakin's hair, but he was already long gone, and Obi-Wan was not far behind him.

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     When Anakin woke it was already sometime in the late morning. The sun was shining through the windows of Obi-Wan’s room, lighting strips across his face where it warmed him into wakefulness. But speaking of his beloved Jedi, Anakin was a bit confused when he rolled over, his arm seeking out Obi-Wan behind him, but found the bed empty instead. 

     He sat up quickly, now fully awake and seeking him out. A quick and fast rising shiver of panic shot through him, for a moment he worried that something had happened or gone wrong. Maybe someone had found out about them before they’d had the chance to explain, maybe the Council had called him away in the dead of the night, demanded he stay with the Order and leave Anakin, sent him away on a mission that he couldn't refuse. But just as soon as the feeling had risen it was quelled by a soothing sensation enveloping the bond, accompanied by a shouted, “I'm just out here, dear one!” and Anakin let go a breath he hadn't realized he’d been holding.

     He stood and wrapped the sheet around his still naked body, holding it tight around his shoulders, and found Obi-Wan sitting on the couch in the next room, also still naked. Though unlike Anakin he hadn't taken the time to bother covering himself in any way. 

     When Anakin walked over, Obi-Wan held out his arms and guided him to straddle his lap, his hands immediately running up and down the expanse of his back under the sheet as Anakin leaned down to give him a quick kiss. “How long have you been up?”

     “Not long,” he sighed, keeping Anakin's face close to his, “perhaps only ten minutes longer than you.”

     “You're worried.” Anakin stated, he could feel it.

     Obi-Wan nodded, “The closer and closer it gets to the meeting with the Council, the more I fear it will not go well.”

     “There is still time to change your mind,” Anakin reminded him again, “no matter what I will always be here, whether it's on Coruscant or Naboo.”

     “My mind has not changed, my love. Naboo is our home, and it is the only path that will allow us to live the free life we deserve to live. That is where I want to be. I just know they will be disappointed.”

     “They shouldn't be,” Anakin said, placing a hand on his cheek and rubbing his thumb soothingly, “this is your choice and they should respect it. If they don't, then it doesn't matter, because you will always have me, and Padmé, and you know that no matter what Qui-Gon will never be disappointed in you. What else matters after that?”

     “You are right, Anakin,” he smiled up at him, “I need nothing more than that. And I think we should just get this over with so that we can go home, put everything else behind us and move forward.”

     “I agree. What time are you supposed to meet Qui-Gon before we all speak with the Council?”

     Obi-Wan looked at the time and sighed, “In about twenty minutes. So unfortunately there is no time for me to do anything about the fact that you are currently sitting on me, naked and beautiful.”

     Anakin chuckled, then kissed him quickly again before pushing himself up to stand. “Let's get dressed then. And our ship back to Naboo isn’t leaving until tomorrow morning. So once the meeting is over you'll have all that time while we wait to do whatever you want to me, because as soon as we get back to this room later, my first kingly order is ‘no clothes shall be worn within the chambers’.”

     Obi-Wan jumped up and ran after Anakin, lifting him into his arms with a squeal of laughter and running into the room. “Let's make this meeting as brief as possible then!”

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     Dressed and finally leaving Obi-Wan’s chambers, they quickly made their way through the halls of the Temple. Despite knowing that no matter what the Council had to say wasn’t going to change anything, Obi-Wan still felt the nerves creeping slowly through his body the closer they got to the Council's chambers. Though having Anakin beside him was a bit of a comfort, easing him slightly, and the fact that he had been holding Anakin's hands since the moment they left his chambers was also helping ease things. But as they walked through the halls, eventually coming to pass a few of Obi-Wan’s fellow Jedi who as they passed, eyed their clasped hands with odd looks.

     Anakin saw it, knew that Obi-Wan was being judged by people he had practically been raised with, his family, so he pulled his hand from Obi-Wan’s grasp just as they entered the elevator. 

     When the doors closed and they began their ascent to the Council, Obi-Wan turned to him. “What's wrong? Why did you let me go?”

     “I saw how those other Jedi looked at you,” he explained, eyes down, “they looked at you holding my hand and they were not impressed. You already have so much to deal with right now with the Council, I just don't want to make things any harder for you. I can keep to myself until we are back on Naboo, I don't want your fellow Jedi to push you away because of me.”

     “Anakin,” Obi-Wan breathed, closing in on him and placing a hand on his cheek, “I do not care. Let them see, I'm leaving the Order anyway, they might as well know it's because I fell in love with you.”

     “But…” He shook his head, holding Obi-Wan’s hand tightly against his cheek, “I just don't want to be a problem.”

     “You are not a problem, nor will you ever be,” he soothed, then reached down to take his hand again as they exited the elevator together, “let them all see us.”

     It wasn't long after they left the elevator that they made it to the doors to the Council's chambers, where they found Qui-Gon just about to step inside. They both picked up their pace, Obi-Wan calling out for his master to wait.

     “Master,” he said as they made it to where he was standing and waiting for them, “you were going to go inside without us?”

     “I requested a private audience with Master Yoda and Master Windu, before you and Anakin join us,” he explained, “I will make sure they understand everything fully before you both come inside.”

     “Master, please,” he reached out and grabbed his Master's arm, “we are ready to explain everything to the Council, allow us to join you.”

     Qui-Gon merely smiled and lifted his hands to Obi-Wan’s shoulders. “I told you I would handle this when the time came, and now is that time. Allow me to be your Master this one last time.” 

     He felt Anakin squeeze his hand gently and tug him back. He nodded to his Master, still a bit awestruck at his words, then watched him turn and walk into the Council’s chambers.

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     After explaining everything, Qui-Gon stood before the Council, calmly awaiting their reactions. He had told them everything, starting with the bond that had formed between his younger Padawan and the boy Prince all those years ago, the growing of their bond while isolated on Naboo, the events on the Sith homeworld including Obi-Wan’s victory over the dark side, and Anakin's momentary embodiment of the Force. He then ended it with the announcement that Obi-Wan intended to leave the Order and marry his bonded Prince. So far they had remained quiet, though Qui-Gon wasn't so sure that was a good thing. 

     Windu was the first to speak, leaning forward in his chair and rubbing his chin while he shook his head. “Obi-Wan has broken one of our most sacred vows. Attachments and emotions are paths to the dark side, we all know this. Obi-Wan allowed himself both, completely aware of the consequences, and in the end he fell to the dark side.”

     “Yes, he did,” Qui-Gon nodded, “but in the end it was Anakin's love for him in return that helped Obi-Wan fight the dark side and return to the light. One could argue that it was attachment and emotion that was a path back to the Force.”

     Windu regarded him, sighing deeply as he pursed his lips, then Yoda added, “A good point, Master Qui-Gon makes. But forgive the disobedience, we still cannot. Married, Obi-Wan will not be.”

     “I do not think this is something you will deny him,” he shook his head, “Obi-Wan will not let Anakin go so easily again. If you deny him this, you will only face a continued disobedience.”

     “It goes against everything we stand for as Jedi,” Windu stepped in, “if we allow him this request, what message does it send to the others within the Order?”

     “I believe allowing such connections would only strengthen us, and I have witnessed this with my own two eyes. Anakin and Obi-Wan balance each other perfectly. Their love and happiness brings them both great strength, and though Obi-Wan fell to the dark side in order to save Anakin, at the same time he was able to restrain himself enough to only take in what he needed to defeat the Sith Lords, keeping the rest of the dark side at bay. And because of his attachment and need to be with Anakin, he was able to resist it and remove it from within his body. Without Anakin or their love for one another, my Padawan would not be with us right now.” Both Yoda and Windu were silent, and he could tell they were processing everything he had said to them. “If you allowed others within the Order to bond with another, with the same strength that is found in the bond Anakin and Obi-Wan share, I can assure you it will only enhance the Force that surrounds us all now, it will only make us better than we already are.”

     Windu shook his head quietly for a moment, before looking up at Qui-Gon with sorrowful eyes. “It cannot be done, we can't change our ways now, Qui-Gon.”

     “What if the Force demanded it?”

     “What do you mean?”

     “What if the Force itself demanded Obi-Wan and Anakin be united, and their bond allowed to remain and continue to grow?” He asked. “What if the Force itself wanted the change?”

     “More, you know?” Yoda asked, now leaning forward in his seat as well.

     “If the Force did not want this, it would have never allowed them to bond in the first place,” he explained, looking between both Masters as he did, “I have felt the Force around them, it pushes them together, it does not want them to be apart. We may never be able to fully understand it, but Anakin and Obi-Wan being united and allowed to remain together is what the Force wants, feel it for yourself if you must,” he turned and gestured toward the door behind him, “they are waiting just outside.”

     The two Masters looked to each other, a seemingly silent communication occurring between them, before Yoda hummed and turned back to Qui-Gon. “Feel it for ourselves, we shall. Call them in, will you?”

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     “What is taking him so long?” Obi-Wan was on the edge of his seat where they waited outside the Council’s chambers. Qui-Gon had been in there for over an hour, almost two by this point, and Obi-Wan was only becoming more and more anxious with each passing second.

     Anakin reached over and placed his free hand, the one not still held in a death grip by Obi-Wan, on top of his rapidly bouncing knee. “I'm sure it's fine, he has a lot to explain to them after all.”

     “What if they are refusing him, refusing us? What if he's been in there this long because he's trying to convince them to let us be married, and it's not working?”

     “Qui-Gon is a very respected Jedi, I don't think they would just push him aside without hearing his reasoning for his request. And,” he smiled at Obi-Wan, leaning in a bit closer, “I have every confidence that if anyone can convince them that we should be together, it's Qui-Gon.”

     As they were about to lean closer and close the gap for a quick kiss, the doors to the Council chambers opened and Qui-Gon was asking them to come inside. Obi-Wan was both relieved that the seemingly endless private meeting was over, but at the same time extremely nervous that his and Anakin’s time before the Council had come. Especially since he couldn’t manage to decipher a single indication as to how the meeting had gone, his Master was keeping everything to himself it seemed.

     Just as he had expected, when they walked in, Obi-Wan was regarded with harsh and unnerving stares from both Masters. But he stood strong beside Qui-Gon, with Anakin at his side still holding his hand.

     Yoda hummed as they stood before him, closing his eyes and saying, “Feel what you speak of, I do, Master Qui-Gon. Feel it do you, Master Windu?”

     He too closed his eyes for a moment. “I do. It is a strong bond you both carry.”

     “Look deeper into the bond, I wish to do.” Yoda opened his eyes and looked to both Obi-Wan and Anakin. “Meditate with us, will you?”

     Obi-Wan nodded and dropped to his knees, tugging on Anakin's hand when he just stood there, not knowing what to do. “Come, Anakin, sit on your knees beside me.” He did, and then Obi-Wan whispered, “Just close your eyes and clear your mind.”

     He nodded and closed his eyes, Obi-Wan, Yoda, and Windu following right behind him, and the four of them sat there for what felt to Anakin like a lifetime. Before finally he heard Yoda hum and Obi-Wan squeezed his hand to let him know he could open his eyes again. Then he sat there for what felt like a second lifetime while the two Masters remained in silent contemplation, occasionally turning toward each other but never actually saying a word between them.

     Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s anxiousness over it, and as much as he had been telling him over the last few days that all would be fine, he couldn't deny he was feeling it too. But then finally Master Yoda turned to them, his hands clutched over the top of his walking stick, regarding them with a very serious look.

     “Right, Master Qui-Gon is. Broken, this bond can never be.” The words sent a flood of relief through both of them, perhaps there was some hope still left. Then Yoda turned to Windu again. “Closer than marriage, the two already are.”

     Windu nodded, rubbing his chin again in thought. “It is true.” He looked past the two still kneeling on the floor and over to Qui-Gon behind them. “The Force is pushing them together, as you said, and that we cannot deny.” Then he sighed, sat back, and turned to Yoda once more. “It is a change we were not expecting, but we can't go against the Force's wishes.”

     “Agree with you, I do,” he nodded to Windu, then looked at Obi-Wan and Anakin and pointed to them, “blessed by the Council, this union shall be.”

     Both of them broke out in instant smiles, a little breathless and all together overwhelmed. “So you… you’ll allow us to be married then?” Obi-Wan asked.

     Yoda nodded again and actually smiled at them. “Allow it, we will. The will of the Force, it is. Congratulations on your nuptials, in order are.”

     “Thank you, Master Yoda!” Obi-Wan beamed as he stood and helped Anakin up with him, who also profusely thanked them as well.

     “Yes, congratulations to you both, it would seem the Force favors each of you greatly. You should be honoured.” He smiled at them as well. “Perhaps it was time for changes. And since we are allowing this, we had better be invited to the wedding.”

     “Of course!” Anakin nearly shouted, his joyous emotions getting a little bit away from him. “You will both be most welcomed to the wedding, along with any other Jedi who wish to attend.”

     They both bowed to the Masters then turned to leave, but Yoda quickly called Obi-Wan back for one last word before he would let one of his best and most cherished friends leave him. 

     “Yes, Master?” Obi-Wan asked when he turned back.

     “A good king to Naboo, you had better be. A fool of me, you will not make.” He pointed a finger at him in a warning way, but he was smiling at his friend as he said it. He knew Obi-Wan would not disappoint him.

     Obi-Wan smiled back, let go of Anakin's hand and walked over to kneel in front of Master Yoda. “I promise, I will not let you down, Master.” Then he lifted a hand to place over top of Yoda’s, the older Master placing his other over top of Obi-Wan’s in return. “After the wedding, you must visit us on Naboo. Our home will always be open to you.”

     “Visit you, I shall, and miss you, very much I will.”

     He smiled at his Master and friend, and feeling the tears starting to well in his eyes, took that as his sign to leave. 

     Once they were outside the chamber doors he let the tears freely flow, finally feeling relief after days of worrying. Not only was he free and able to openly be with Anakin, to marry his love, but they had been blessed by the Council, and by the sounds of it were the start of some great changes ahead for the Order. He had never been happier. 

     Overwhelmed by an explosion of joy within him, he turned and whisked Anakin into his arms, twirling him around while they both laughed and let a few tears fall between them. “Wait, wait,” Anakin said, patting Obi-Wan’s back so he would put him down, then turned to Qui-Gon who was watching them happily, “Master Qui-Gon, we owe you everything. Thank you for making our case and convincing them to let Obi-Wan and I get married.”

     “You don't have to thank me,” he waved Anakin off, “in the end it was your own bond that convinced them. I just nudged them in the right direction.”

     “Anakin's right, Master,” Obi-Wan stepped forward and pulled his Master into a tight hug, “thank you.”

     “You know I would do anything for you, Obi-Wan, for both of you.” He pulled back from Obi-Wan, thumbing away a tear that had stalled just above his beard, then stepped back. “Now, if you'll both excuse me, I have an appointment with the Queen. You two should head back up to Obi-Wan’s chambers and make sure you have everything prepared for the transport back to Naboo tomorrow morning. Oh, and congratulations to you both.”

     They watched him leave, then turned in the opposite direction to do just as he said and head back to Obi-Wan’s chambers. Though preparing for the transport home was the last thing on their mind. 

     “Dear one,” Obi-Wan chimed as he took Anakin's hand in his on their way back, “I know I am not yet a King nor am I a Prince, but… since I am to be a King soon enough, does this entail me to make kingly orders as well?”

     Anakin smirked, knowing exactly the track his mind was taking and shrugged, “I suppose. What is your kingly order then?”

     Obi-Wan smirked to himself then leaned in to whisper, “While your first kingly order entailed no clothes to be worn in the chambers, my first order shall be to decree that when we get back to my chambers and our clothes are off, I want you to ride me on the couch. Since you're sitting on my lap naked this morning, it has been the only thing I can think about.”

     A shiver quickly ran its way through Anakin's body, and an overpowering sensation of lust was sent both ways across the bond. Anakin gripped tighter to Obi-Wan’s hand and whispered back a very quick, “Agreed,” before tugging Obi-Wan through the halls at a run, this time not caring who saw them holding hands or giggling as they went.

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     Qui-Gon took the elevator all the way up to one of the highest floors within the Temple spires. It was never pleasant visiting the Pyre Room.

     When the doors opened Padmé was already there waiting for him, a strong look held over her features, though Qui-Gon could see the slivers of sorrow and grief slipping through. “Padmé,” he greeted, and she looked up to him, “my apologies for my lateness.”

     “It's no problem,” she answered softly.

     Not wanting to make her wait any longer or linger within her nerves, he asked, “Are you ready?”

     She just nodded, and allowed him to lead her further into the room with a hand on her back. They walked over to a door which Qui-Gon walked forward and opened for her, and she hesitated a moment to take a breath before walking inside. 

     She slowly wandered over to the table that was placed in the center of the room, covered in a long white cloth, and stood at the head of it. “This is him?”

     Qui-Gon nodded and walked forward to grab the cloth, but looked up at her before moving any further. “You're sure?” He asked, and when she nodded in confirmation, her eyes never leaving the table, he slowly pulled back the cloth revealing Gregar’s face.

     She took in a shuddering breath, eyes blinking furiously to fight back a sudden onslaught of tears. She reached out a shaking hand, slowly and ever so gently placing it over his pale cheek, recoiling at the chill of his skin. It wasn't unexpected, but it was still a shock. He was once so warm, so loving, so alive. Seeing him like this, it was an emptiness that she couldn't explain, that she knew would never leave her. He had left such a mark on both her and Anakin's lives, it was only right that her heart felt as shattered as it did right now.

     “When I saw him fall, back in the Senate,” she began, letting a few tears fall from her cheeks to blend in with Gregar’s hairline, “he died in my arms but seeing him here, now, and feeling how cold he is… it's like I'm being forced to finally accept the fact that he's gone, and it's so strange to think of how it will be now. He won't be by my side anymore, no longer will I hear his voice within the Palace or in my ear, giving me his own opinions on matters of diplomacy or politics, he won't be there to look after Anakin any more-” She choked back a sob, lifting a hand to her mouth to try and stifle it. “I can’t believe he's gone.”

     Qui-Gon walked over and pulled her into a hug. “He will be greatly missed, but you must know that he will always be with you. You must hold on to the good memories you have with him and cherish them always.”

     She nodded against his chest, then pulled back to wipe at her eyes before turning to stare down at Gregar again. “Anakin will struggle with this,” she said, “he wanted to come and see him, but I told him to wait. The funeral will be hard enough on him as it is, he was very close to Gregar.”

     “I know, and it was probably for the best that he didn't come. And myself and Obi-Wan will be there for the funeral, you will have the support of both of us.”

     “Thank you, Qui-Gon,” she gifted him a small appreciative smile, “I've contacted my Council members on Naboo, they've already begun the funeral arrangements. Everything will be ready when we arrive and the funeral will be held the next day.”

     “I will be there, as will several members of the Council.” She turned to him. “They wish to pay their respects to the man who helped defeat the Sith.”

     “That means a lot, and I know it would mean a lot to Gregar as well.” She leaned down and placed a gentle, almost nonexistent kiss on his head, leaving her lips close as she whispered, “Thank you, dear Gregar, for everything you did for us, and for saving Anakin. We will never forget you.”

     Qui-Gon gave her a few more moments of peace while she stood quietly over Gregar. When she was ready she nodded to him and he stepped forward to cover his face again, then he held his arm out for her to take and led her back to the elevator. 

     Once they were inside and on their way away from the Pyre Room, she squeezed his arm and asked, “How did the meeting with the Council go? Did they accept Obi-Wan and Anakin?”

     “They did, though not without some convincing, but they have agreed to let Obi-Wan leave the Order and have blessed his marriage to Anakin,” he smiled down at her, “they even insisted they be invited to the wedding.”

     She laughed, “Finally some good news, and they will be more than welcome at the wedding. I will even contact them personally with the invitation when the arrangements are made.”

     “They will be pleased,” he smiled. 

     When they made it to her chambers, she thanked him for everything before opening the door, then asked, “Will I be seeing you in the morning if you are to be accompanying us back to Naboo?”

     He nodded, “I will meet you here and escort you down to the hanger, we will meet Obi-Wan and Anakin at the transport, and the Jedi will bring Gregar.”

     “Thank you again, Qui-Gon,” she said as she turned and walked inside the room, “good night.”

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A/N: I know this is a bit of a longer chapter (though I’m sure no one’s complaining lol) but I wanted to keep their time on Coruscant all together in one chapter, and it made sense for chapters. Anyways, I hope it was enjoyed <3

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it’s finally complete, yay!

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Darth Vader Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader Additional Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, POV Obi-Wan Kenobi, Not Beta Read, Darth Vader Redemption, Temporary Character Death Series: Part 2 of Obikin Bingo fills Summary:

Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker goes forward in time and lands in a dark future where Padmé is dead, the Jedi Order has been destroyed and the clones have turned against the Jedi. So he's going to kill the monster who is responsible for all of it: Darth Vader. When he finds out Obi-Wan is still alive, he doesn't understand why Obi-Wan is so reluctant to help him.

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