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THE PHANTOM MENACE (1999) - dir. George Lucas

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It's WIP Wednesday again so I thought I'd share a little bit of a thing I've been working on for a while now. I don't know if or when it will ever see the light but well, we'll see...

“I can’t lose you, Obi-Wan. I know it’s not the Jedi way, I know you would lecture me about attachment and how there is no death, only the Force and I should learn to trust It, but I just can’t.” His eyes were brimming with unshed tears, the expression painted on his features so serious as his hands faintly shook in Obi-Wan’s grasp. “I can’t lose you.” He repeated softly, a murmur that broke Obi-Wan’s heart in his vulnerability, as if Anakin was still that trembling nine year old who fisted at his robe, the flames of Qui-Gon’s pire dancing on his face.

“I can’t lose you.” Anakin said again, tears finally spilling down his cheeks as he let go of Obi-Wan’s hands to hold onto his tunics instead and bury his face in the other man’s chest, body shaking from sobs. Obi-Wan froze for a moment, a retort about what his old Master could possibly still do for Anakin dying on his lips as the full force of the younger man’s fear finally settled in.

Anakin was terrified, holding onto Obi-Wan as if he was afraid he would slip from his fingers were he to loosen his grasp, and could Obi-Wan really blame him? Would he react so differently were their roles reversed? Was it still so important to pretend Anakin wasn’t everything for him, that he wasn’t attached beyond repair and had been for quite some time, perhaps even before the war had started?

So he held Anakin back, circling him with his arms and pressing him closer against his chest, kissing the crown of his head and burying his nose in his golden curls. And Anakin squeezed him back, harder, lifting his head until his face was a breath away from Obi-Wan’s. His eyes were glassy and red and his voice quivered as he whispered against Obi-Wan’s lips “Take me, please.”

Obi-Wan’s conflict was, once again, short lived. Because Anakin was right, come tomorrow night he really could be dead, as a matter of fact both of them could, so why deny themselves further?

Would taking him now make that much of a difference? Would it really matter so much that he finally gave in to his desires and cross this last bridge when he already loved Anakin with every fibre of his being? What was sex when they had already belonged to each other in every possible way, when they already lived inside each other’s mind through that bond neither of them had ever dared to sever?

And so he complied, kissing the salty streaks of tears from Anakin’s cheeks, devouring his soft mouth until they were both breathless and shuddering with desire. They stumbled towards Obi-Wan’s bedroom, peeling each other’s clothes off with urgency and kissing fervently, but when Obi-Wan had Anakin splayed naked on his bed he slowed his pace, taking his time.

It was the first time they came together like this and it might very well be the last, so Obi-Wan was bent on committing every single detail of Anakin’s body to his mind, on cataloguing each and every sound that left the other man’s lips, every sigh and moan.

His fingers trembled as he ever so gently carved a space for himself in Anakin’s body, slowly opening him up with the utmost care. And when he finally pushed into him, he let go of all his shields, all his defences, taking his pleasure and giving equally until they became one, hands entwined and heated whispers of love on their lips.

In the dark of the night, with only the moons of Coruscant as their witnesses he had promised to never leave him, that once he returned victorious from having defeated Grievous they would live their truth, leave the Order if it came down to it, because there was nothing, nothing in the entire galaxy, not even the Jedi, that to Obi-Wan mattered more than Anakin.

And Anakin, in turn, had told him that he loved him, that he wanted nothing more than to be with Obi-Wan for as long as Obi-Wan would allow him to and that he dreamed of raising his children with him and grow old together and Obi-Wan’s heart had swelled with more love than he could possibly hope to contain.

So it spilled across their bond, enveloping them both in warmth and light for what they prayed wasn’t the last time.

But oh, how cruel could the Force be.

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Soft moment loosely based on @obi-wkenobi 's ficlet 💕

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OBI-WAN KENOBI (2022) 1.02: PART II "You're not a Jedi anymore, Kenobi. You're just a man."

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EWAN MCGREGOR AND HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (2005)

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DOMINIC HOWARD Metal Medley | Simulation Theory Film

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Pretty excited to share five sentences of the fic I have been working on for the @topwan-obikin fest, can’t wait to share this with everyone!

“And Anakin had loved Obi-Wan.

He had loved him completely, with abandon, even when it was ugly and complicated, even when it wasn’t enough anymore.

And since Anakin’s love was so deep, Vader’s hatred had somehow managed to root itself equally far in his heart.

When Vader’s blade had struck, the Sith Lord had felt elated, powerful and unstoppable; in the recesses of his consciousness, the last feeble remnants of Anakin Skywalker had screamed in agony.

An animalistic, desperate wail born of the inconsolable grief of having lost another part of his soul.”

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MATT BELLAMY Explorers | Live at Rome Olympic Stadium 2013

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MUSE CONCERT STAGES :: WILL OF THE PEOPLE TOUR (2023)

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Skywalker, by contrast, looked every bit the HoloNet hero he was supposed to be. He seemed to tower over his companions, as though he had somehow gotten even taller in the months since Mace had seen him last. His hair was tousled, his color was high, and his walk still had the grounded grace of a natural fighter, but there was something new in his physicality: in the way he moved his head, perhaps, [...] or something less definable. Some new ease, new confidence. An aura of inner power. Presence.

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as ANAKIN SKYWALKER Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (2005)

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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as JAMES KELLY — American Heist (2014) dir. Sarik Andreasyan

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if you need them without watermarks

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STRANGE WAY OF LIFE — Pedro Almodóvar (2023)

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Floral Obikin Saber Art

Oh, my heart! A couple of weeks ago, @dinagastuff shared their floral saber art stickers, and that inspired me to reach out and request a custom one, especially since I had been wanting an art like this for a while.

I knew in my heart I wanted blue flowers because blue is my favourite colour and plus it would represent Anakin and Obi-Wan's lightsaber colour. But I had to look up what flowers I wanted, and I'm a sucker for symbolism, so I looked up floriography to choose the perfect flowers -- iris and forget-me-nots.

Iris ~ your friendship means so much to me, faith, hope.

Forget-me-not ~ true love, memories.

The meaning behind those flowers is perfect and absolutely fitting for our boys! And Jatta did a wonderful job on this piece! Another great artist to work with ^^

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And here, and now, despite it all… Obi Wan still loved him. (x)

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