#obikin step brothers

[teaandjumpers]

Obikin Clueless AU (WIP Wednesday)

“Blast,” said Obi-Wan as he stared down at the three ties laid out on his bed. 

Apart from some minor differences in color and texture, they all looked interchangeable to him. It was not something he should be fixating on, not with the signing a mere two hours away. 

A sharp knock pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned towards the sound to find Anakin leaning against the door frame. He was dressed for the occasion in flared high-waisted trousers, a semi-sheer ivory lace button down, and black loafers with no socks.

He looked more like a model from a high-end fashion magazine than the teenager who used to fly drones outside their home, repeatedly crashing them into Obi-Wan’s car, much to the younger man’s amusement.  

“What are you doing here?” asked Obi-Wan, surprised to see his step-brother back home from his summer vacation, especially on this day. 

It wasn’t that Anakin didn’t support Obi-Wan’s appointment as managing partner of Qui-Gonn’s firm. In fact, he pushed for it more than anyone, grateful that the mantle wouldn’t pass to him, not having the patience for law and the often slow and tactful art of persuasion. 

The young man had found his passion in engineering, and with an Ivy League degree and a trust fund that had made Obi-Wan choke on a swig of Scotch upon hearing the size of it, Anakin could fund any project he wanted. Or he could do absolutely nothing for the rest of his life and fund other people’s projects, living in the type of splendor that was usually only seen in swanky Hollywood movies. 

But Anakin didn’t like to be idle. It was one of the things Obi-Wan admired about the boy—no, man. At twenty-five, Anakin was very much a man now, and he looked it, too, the way his chest had filled out, the way those long thighs broadened, the way his eyes smoldered, always looking like he was about to take the runway, strike a pose and glare. 

Obi-Wan used to tease him about it, saying things like, “I heard they’re hiring live models for the Versace window display, darling. You should look into it.” 

It would, of course, make Anakin glower even more, prompting the younger man to chase Obi-Wan around the many rooms of their mansion, ready to smother him with a pillow. 

Those were simpler times—before the moment. Before that night in the living room when Obi-Wan was sorting through depositions and Anakin, being the brat that he was, had plopped onto the couch, turned on wrestling, and started chewing on Pringles—loudly. 

“Do you mind,” Obi-Wan had asked, grabbing the remote out from under Anakin and turning off the television. 

“Actually, I do,” said Anakin, attempting to snatch the remote back but failing. “You can work anywhere, Obi-Wan,” he whined. 

“I’m certain you have two televisions in your room, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, holding the remote out of reach behind him. “And one in your bathroom.”

“Yeah, but this is the only room with a TV and a fireplace,” said Anakin, rising to his knees on the couch, attempting to use his height to snatch the remote. 

With one hand pressed firmly against the younger man’s chest, Obi-Wan managed to keep Anakin at bay. 

“You’re such a spoiled brat,” he said, looking up at Anakin with disbelief.  

“Well, you took the only other room with a fireplace, and you don’t believe in having televisions in the bedroom,” Anakin said, mimicking Obi-Wan’s accent.

Distracted by Anakin’s ridiculous attempt at mocking him, Obi-Wan was caught off guard when Anakin lunged at him and pulled the remote from his hand. 

“Ha,” the younger man said triumphantly, turning the television back on. 

On any other day, Obi-Wan would have left it. Would have left the room, let Anakin win, because Anakin almost never gave up on something once he set his sights on it, whether it was a person or getting his way on movie night. 

But that night, Obi-Wan was frustrated—they were falling behind on work, and Anakin, newly graduated from high school, had too much energy. He’d been bouncing through the house all day, and when Obi-Wan finally settled down in a space that Anakin had already torn through, he thought he was safe. 

Not so. And so Anakin, who had already turned his wrestling show back back on, who was reaching for the cylinder of Pringles that had rolled under the couch, didn’t expect Obi-Wan to grab him from behind, didn’t expect his step-brother to hook his arms beneath his armpits, locking the younger man’s arms up in a tight hold. 

Anakin grunted and tried to shake his way out of Obi-Wan’s hold, but it was no use. 

“You forget, I was captain of the wrestling team in college,” said Obi-Wan, huffing the words against the tousled mess that was Anakin’s hair. 

“Community college,” snorted Anakin, and that earned him a sharp tug of the arms, one that brought his body closer to Obi-Wan’s, making it so that Anakin was sitting on Obi-Wan’s lap, squirming in the older man’s lap, and then panting as his movements stilled, as he slid farther into Obi-Wan’s space until his back was pressed up against the other man. 

Neither of them spoke. Neither of them moved, save for the slow heaving of their chests and the soft shuddering breaths coming from Anakin. The fire crackled in the background and cheers sounded from the television, but Anakin stayed perched atop Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan held him there, the young man’s arms still suspended above his head. 

“They call this the Master Lock,” said Obi-Wan softly, relishing the clenching of Anakin’s jaw and the haughty but quiet “I know” that fell from his lips.

At least a full minute passed before Obi-Wan released his hold. Once free, he assumed Anakin would wrench his body away from him, ready to take up the fight again, but Anakin didn’t move. Or at least he didn’t move away. He turned his head, presenting his profile to Obi-Wan. His eyes were downcast, and it made the heavy line of his lashes even more pronounced. Anakin swallowed, and Obi-Wan tracked the slow path of the movement down Anakin’s throat. 

And then Anakin shifted. It was minute, nearly imperceptible, but Obi-Wan most certainly felt it, sitting so still beneath his legal but still very young step-brother. It was a slow rock of Anakin’s hips, not even a rock, but a slight pivot, the weight of Anakin’s hips pressing down then sliding back.

At first, Obi-Wan thought that maybe Anakin was trying to get up, get some momentum before sliding off of him, but then it happened again, the press of Anakin’s cheeks against his thighs and then he was shifting back, sliding closer and closer to his groin. When it happened one more time, the slow grind paired now with a low moan that slipped from Anakin’s pink, parted lips, Obi-Wan shot up from his seat and upended Anakin, too afraid to look back as he fled to his room. 

Obi-Wan had been careful to give Anakin a wide berth since then, not wanting to examine the very un-familial emotions that had coursed through him when he had Anakin on his lap. 

It wasn’t like they were actually brothers. Not by blood at least. But it was still frowned upon, and the other partners at the firm would undoubtedly reconsider appointing Obi-Wan their new managing partner if they knew there was anything untoward going on between him and his step-brother, the current managing partner’s son. 

“I thought you were still in Seville—living it up with Padme,” said Obi-Wan, softening his tone. He felt he might have been a bit too harsh to the younger man when he asked him what he was doing here. 

“I was,” said Anakin, approaching Obi-Wan’s bed and examining the ties alongside the other man. “But I couldn’t miss your big day,” he said, poking Obi-Wan with an elbow.

Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin’s profile. He was tanned, even more so than usual, and, dear god, he looked beautiful. His lashes were dark and his lips extra pouty, as if he had applied some kind of plumper to it. He really should have been a model, he thought, shaking the words away as quickly as they came.

“Perhaps you can help me pick out a tie for the event?” he asked. “Satine sent them, but they look identical to me.”

“Still letting your ex dress you, Obi-Wan?” Anakin teased as he leaned forward to examine the ties more closely. He turned his nose up at each option, then looked up at Obi-Wan, assessing his wardrobe. 

He eyed the dark blue pleated trousers and the fitted white dress shirt, the one Obi-Wan worried he was now sweating through. Anakin stepped closer, a mere foot separating them now. He brought a hand to Obi-Wan’s throat and undid one of the buttons of his collar. He pulled back to consider his work and unbuttoned one more. 

“No tie,” said Anakin with finality. 

“Did I miss that year where you minored in public relations?”

“Satine knows the press, but I know clothes,” said Anakin, unnecessarily readjusting Obi-Wan’s collar. “The partners chose you because they want someone practical to take over—someone pragmatic who’s not fussy. A tie is fussy.”

“And here I thought they chose me because I’ve only had three losses in my fifteen years of practice.”

“We’re all very impressed,” said Anakin, sarcastic. He smoothed out the nonexistent lines at the front of Obi-Wan’s shirt. Also unnecessary, thought Obi-Wan. 

When Anakin seemed satisfied with his efforts, he pulled away, turning towards the door. But he paused for a moment and turned back, biting his bottom lip before approaching Obi-Wan.

“I’m really proud of you, Obi-Wan,” he said, uncharacteristically sincere. 

It made Obi-Wan blink back at him in surprise, but what surprised him even more was when Anakin leaned in close and, after hesitating for a moment, gripped the thickest part of Obi-Wan’s arm and pressed a soft kiss on Obi-Wan’s cheek. 

When Anakin pulled away, his own cheeks were pink, and he glanced at Obi-Wan shyly. 

“You’re gonna be great,” Anakin said, and then he left Obi-Wan on his own, hours away from achieving one of his life-long goals.

Only now, all he would be able to think about was Anakin—Anakin and his impossibly long legs, Anakin and that obscene sheer shirt and the golden warm expanse of skin beneath it, Anakin and those eyes, those eyes that still grew dark when they skirted over Obi-Wan’s shoulders. Anakin and his soft, petal pink lips that were just moments ago pressed against the line where his beard met his cheek. 

Fuck. He was definitely sweating through his shirt now.

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(Anakin’s outfit)

[dreaminghour]

Unbrotherlike (1003 words) by dreaminghour

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

Series: Part 2 of Obikin Step-Brothers AU

No Archive Warnings Apply, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Texting, Pseudo-Incest, Step-Sibling Incest, First Time, Morning After, Podfic Welcome, Pining, Angst, Smut, Chatting & Messaging

After they get drunk, Anakin and Obi-Wan have some regrets…

Thank you for reading ♡

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[jazlynriddle-starwars]

Your Only Master Ch 1:

Summary:

“I can't watch any more.” Obi-Wan mutters under his breath, trembling fingers reach for the console. He knows what is coming and he knows he can't hear it, if he hears it– He's too slow. “Yes, my Master.” Anakin's hologram says and Obi-Wan's pain ignites into rage.

In the ruins of the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan finds the security recordings and discovers the truth. All of it. That Anakin didn’t Fall to anger or for power, but onto his knees in fear and exhaustion, begging for Padme's life.

Having witnessed Sidious twist Anakin’s love into a weapon, Obi-Wan abandons the only path he's ever known, choosing to save Anakin. Not for the Jedi, not for the Republic, not even for the galaxy.

But for himself.

To reclaim Anakin, Obi-Wan surrenders to the Will of the Force, stepping into the ashes of everything he once believed in and discovering his own destiny in the wake of Anakin's.

What begins in righteous fury becomes more as Obi-Wan helps Anakin raise his children, wrestles with the past, and carves a bloody new path. If all else must burn so that Anakin never has to, so be it.

They will become something the galaxy has never seen before.

Warnings/Tags: Sith Obi-Wan, good dad Anakin, big happy family ending! Smut, philosophy, politics, world building, Force Dyad obikin!

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Notes:

Warnings: Canon typical violence and smut. Yes, you read that right, sex in the first chapter, near the end. Look, these idiots need to get their horny out of the way before we can get to the philosophy and world building that makes up 80% of this story. Post-nut clarity is necessary for brain cells to be functioning enough for philosophy. I know it's unconventional, but what, 14 years of slow burn not slow enough for you? You want me to make it last even longer? Geez. Just kidding, I do have an Obikin slow burn that is about as dark, way grosser and more angsty than this one. Go check it out if you want slow xP So, enjoy this chapter's smut while it lasts because it's gonna be several chapters before we get more. This first chapter puts the philosophy on the back burner in lieu of practicalities and story, before we get deep into world building and character introspection in the following chapters. Next chapter will be up in a week! Most of this fic is a result of the excessive time I've spent thinking about the philosophies and practices of the Jedi and the Sith, the ways in which both failed, the opportunities wasted, and the absurdity of the Jedi literally having the ability to feel each others’ emotions yet somehow decided to cultivate a culture that encourages solitary emotional suppression, rather than communal emotional growth and mutual support. Anyway, here's the abstract for this thesis fic: No code, creed, or philosophy exists in a vacuum. Interpretation is its lifeblood, its danger, and its potential. What we draw from a code is shaped by who we are—and what we need it to mean. Give anyone ten random words and time, and they’ll find a way to make it prophecy, dogma, or damnation. That’s not the words’ fault. That’s ours.

“Wait, Master.” Obi-Wan calls out to Yoda, unable to resist the pull towards the brightly lit consoles. “There is something I must know.”

“If into the security recordings you go, only pain will you find.” Yoda cautions him and Obi-Wan swallows, but presses on, striding past his elder.

“I must know the truth, Master.” Obi-Wan insists, his heart swirling with grief, loss, and fear.

He's lost everyone, his family. His brothers, his sisters, his fathers and mothers, even the clones that he'd thought of as friends. He doesn't know what he's hoping to see. They hadn't found Anakin's body amongst the fallen. Perhaps his brilliant boy had fled successfully. He hadn't felt Anakin nearby and for all his disobedience, the young man has always been so resourceful. Perhaps he’d gone in pursuit of the traitor or Sith that killed their brethren.

Or maybe Anakin had been kidnapped by the murderer, his courageous reckless boy was the Chosen One after all. The Sith have always been interested in him, stalking him, baiting him. What nefarious things Obi-Wan could imagine them doing to the young man he'd trained. If Anakin had been kidnapped, he would need to find his former Padawan. There was a high chance that Yoda and himself are the last surviving Jedi, there would be nobody else who could go to Anakin's aid.

It worries Obi-Wan that he can't say for certain that he wouldn't defy Yoda's orders if necessary. Seek out and rescue the boy that he had practically raised as his child no matter the cost. He shouldn't, shouldn't let his emotions guide his actions, but the thought of letting Anakin die, of losing him alongside his brothers and sisters, is beyond agonising.

Anakin is all he has left.

He knows he's attached. He's tried so desperately to hold it back, to hide it and bury it. But he is. Terribly so. And the pain from losing his brethren is making it impossible to suppress or ignore. Impossible to pretend it doesn't exist. Hope isn't meant to be this painful.

Obi-Wan knows a part of him would do anything for Anakin. Even help the boy hide his relationship with Senator Amidala, no matter how much pain their love causes him. Obi-Wan knows what it feels like to be parted from the woman you love, as he had in his youth, a scar that he's carried since then. And if the person Anakin wants is not him, but loves Anakin back just as fiercely as Obi-Wan does, he will not come between them.

He needs Anakin to be both safe and happy.

Well, as happy as he can be, Obi-Wan isn't even sure that's truly possible.

Then he turns on the holo... and his heart stops. Anakin? My Anakin? The Sith, the traitor. The murderer of our younglings, our brethren.

“It can't be.” Obi-Wan breathes, horror now mingled with grief and fear. He chokes on the bile rising in the back of his throat. “It can't be.”

He watches in a daze, as what must surely be Darth Sidious enters, and his Anakin—his beautiful, kind, proud boy—kneels before the man.

“You have done well, my new apprentice.” The hologram of the Sith Lord says, and Obi-Wan feels his horror begin to melt into something dark and ugly. Slimy coils undulating in his insides. “Now, Lord Vader, go and bring peace to the Empire.”

“I can't watch any more.” Obi-Wan mutters under his breath, trembling fingers reach for the console. He knows what is coming and he knows he can't hear it, if he hears it–

He's too slow.

“Yes, my Master.” Anakin's hologram says and Obi-Wan's pain ignites into rage.

After everything he's done for Anakin. Clothed him. Bathed him. Fed him. Suffered for him. Worried after him. Taken Anakin's sorrow, fear, and anger, carried as much of it with the boy as the Code would allow. Endured every time Anakin hurt him. Been there for Anakin. Tried to teach him. Tried to guide him. Tried to do good by him. Protected him. Loved him.

How long? How long has his boy been another's? How long has Anakin been under the thrall of another man? What else has he done in service of the Sith? How much of the boy that he loves is real?

Anger and an almost masochistic need to know—his blasted insatiable curiosity—drives Obi-Wan now. He rewinds the footage, hacks into the Central Surveillance Grid, and tracks Anakin's steps all the way back to Chancellor Palpatine's office. Watches Master Windu confront the evil man, watches Anakin seal Master Windu's fate. The revelation that the Chancellor had been Darth Sidious all along.

Through it all, even if Anakin ended up saving the Sith Lord, Obi-Wan is relieved to see that Anakin had turned Palpatine in at first. Wanted the man arrested at least, showed horror at his own actions, collapsed to his knees after Sidious threw Windu out the window.

Comforted beyond belief that his boy hadn't secretly been Sidious’ apprentice for years. Hadn't been lying to Obi-Wan, faking his love and compassion.

“I will do whatever you ask. Just help me save Padme's life. I can't live without her.” Anakin begs in the hologram and Obi-Wan's heart aches as he gazes at Anakin's tear-stricken face. Oh, my boy, my poor, sweet, loving, beautiful boy.

His anger towards Anakin dissipates, evaporating back into sorrowful love, as it often does. Is this his fault? Obi-Wan feels regret bite at his heart. Perhaps he should have stopped Anakin from being with Senator Amidala, but he'd loved Anakin too much to hurt him that way. Was not the war enough pain for his Padawan? He'd resolved to allow Anakin as much choice and agency as he could, but if his boy would choose this...

“Good. To cheat death is a power only one has achieved, but if we work together, I know we can discover the secret.” Palpatine says, and for the first time in his life, Obi-Wan feels true hate. Pure unadulterated hate.

He'd thought he knew what hate felt like, when Maul murdered Satine, cast her down at his feet, made him watch helplessly. But Obi-Wan now knows that it had merely been anger and sorrow, grief for the loss of a noble soul, fallen in battle against evil. His pain tempered by the knowledge that she would not want him to lose himself in it.

This man, however, isn’t taking Anakin’s life, but his soul. This scum had corrupted Anakin’s heart...

Obi-Wan had always felt uncomfortable about Palpatine's friendship with Anakin, always felt like the man was trying to steal Anakin from him. Trying to undermine his authority over Anakin's upbringing. Obi-Wan had thought it was just his own attachment talking. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Attachment. The path to the Dark Side. He'd suppressed it in terror. Acting on strong emotions was not the Jedi way. It was wrong, dangerous. Anakin was not his.

But now...

Now, to see that man using Anakin's goodness and love to manipulate him. That it hadn't been all in his head, that it hadn't just been Obi-Wan's own emotions getting the better of him. How much of Anakin's troubled Padawan years could be laid at the feet of this man? Obi-Wan's jaw tightens, he should have stopped Palpatine, Chancellor or not.

This was all his fault. He should have acted on his feelings and stood between his child and that man. That monster.

Palpatine, no, Sidious will pay.

For corrupting and breaking his Padawan, his apprentice, his boy.

The anger seething in his chest is like nothing he's ever felt before. Less like burning anger and more like acid, corrosive, sour and bitter. The sight of Anakin kneeling before the Sith Lord, pledging himself to Sidious burns itself into his retinas.

The Sith Lord is no doubt banking on Obi-Wan's own concession. Convinced that Obi-Wan would let Anakin go as he should, leave Anakin to face the consequences of his own decisions, as he had so many times. Simply rolling over and allowing Sidious to take his child from him.

Well, not this time.

Never again.

Anakin has only one Master and that is Obi-Wan. His Master Qui-Gon had bestowed the most strong, passionate, loving, brilliant child on Obi-Wan, and he isn't about to let the boy go without a fight. Anakin is his .

Only his.

Obi-Wan turns off the footage as Sidious gives Anakin his new name, before he is forced to hear his boy call the man his Master again, and turns to face Yoda. His body aching with the effort it has taken to remain outwardly calm and hold his turbulent emotions behind his mental shields.

The elder eyes him warily, saying. “Destroy the Sith we must.”

Yes. Yes. I must.

“Send me to kill the emperor.” Obi-Wan asks—no demands. “I will not kill Anakin.”

“To fight this Lord Sidious, strong enough you are not.” Yoda rejects him flatly and Obi-Wan has to force himself to calm, lest the Master sense his fury at being denied.

“He is like my brother. I cannot do it.” Obi-Wan states, and before Yoda can respond, he cuts in. “Master Yoda, please. With all due respect. If I face Ana– Darth Vader, he will live. I might not be able to kill the emperor, but if you go, at least Sidious will be robbed of his most powerful apprentice.”

Yoda hesitates and Obi-Wan presses further. “Sidious is weakened, we saw what Master Windu did to the man. I will buy you time to handle Vader, track the Sith's movements. And when you have taken his apprentice, you can join me, and we can face the emperor together.”

Yoda closes his eyes for a moment, and then gazes into his own. “Certain you are, that kill him you cannot?”

“I cannot. I’m sorry, Master.” Obi-Wan lowers his eyes, hoping the Master will agree to this. If not, he is ready to fight the elder if necessary. To rush to Anakin's side and warn him.

But after several long seconds, Master Yoda sighs, heavy and tired. “Very well. To the Dark Side, I do not wish to lose you. Go I will, to find Darth Vader.”

“Thank you, Master.” Obi-Wan bows his head to hide his relief. “Senator Amidala should be able to lead you to Anakin. Here, take this.”

Obi-Wan hands Yoda a copy of the security footage, and attaches a tracker to it so he can follow them later. He feels bad for sending Yoda to her, but he hopes Senator Amidala will understand, he needs the Master to leave his side as soon as possible. With any luck, she will be able to resist and delay Master Yoda as well, buying Obi-Wan time to do what needs to be done.

The elder hesitates for a moment more, before he accepts it with a nod, eyeing Obi-Wan carefully. “Find the Senator, I will. Monitor Darth Sidious, you must.”

“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan bows his head again and then watches as the small Jedi hobbles off down the hall.

Obi-Wan swallows. He must act swiftly, otherwise Yoda will actually kill Anakin before he manages to kill the Emperor.

This is a risky gambit, Obi-Wan knows. He might not be able to kill the Emperor, but as foolish as this is, he has to face the man. Has to right his failures. He has faith, at least, in Anakin's powers. The boy is strong enough to hold out against Yoda and Obi-Wan will do whatever it takes to protect him.

Even risk his own life and the galaxy.

He makes haste to Palpatine's chambers, and with every step, Obi-Wan feels his anger become increasingly unbearable. Feels the darkness that he'd held back for so long begin to creep in around the corners of his heart, gnawing at the edges of his mind.

A part of Obi-Wan knows what is happening, the teachings of the Jedi warn of this, and he's quietly struggled against it for so long. From the day he'd woken up to find Anakin, his small boy, curled up beside him on the bed. When he didn't scold the child and shoo him back to his room, but simply wrapped his arms around that tiny body, holding Anakin to his chest. Even as he pushed a drunk teenager away, sticky lips peeling from his own, he'd known.

He was doomed.

The way his heart ached as Anakin grew into a man, the forbidden feelings that also grew in his chest, fighting so hard to stamp them down and force them away. To hold Anakin at a distance even while pulling on his leash, to push the boy away from him, so that both of them might not fall into depravity.

Now, look where that had gotten him. He'd failed to curb his own feelings. And pushing Anakin away had only pushed the boy into the arms of a vile man who plainly wanted nothing more than to use his wonderful child. If Anakin would fall anyway, then what was the point of holding back anymore?

He should have taken Anakin from the Order, out of Palpatine's reach. All the suffering he'd put them both through, it was all for nought. All in vain.

Regret tastes bitter on the back of his tongue, souring and calcifying into toxins that burn through his veins as he approaches the Chancellor's room.

Even if he should die here today, if the poison infecting his soul is enough to take Sidious with him, Obi-Wan will be satisfied. He lights his saber, fingers itching for violence.

A flick of his blade past the walls is enough to cut down the Red Guards by the Chancellor's doors. Obi-Wan has no mercy to spare for anyone who serves the new Emperor.

He steps inside and sets his baleful gaze on the wretched face of the Sith Lord. Truly, this man is a monster, a demon. It is fitting that he wear the hideous visage of one, as justice is done.

“Master Kenobi, you survived.” Darth Sidious drawls and then pauses, a wide grin spreading across the man's grotesque face. “And what's this I feel?”

“You will die today.” Obi-Wan says, raising his saber towards the filth that dared take what is his.

“I sense darkness in you, young Master Kenobi.” Darth Sidious’ smirk widens. “Who would have thought that the most virtuous paragon of the Jedi could harbour such a well-hidden affinity for the Dark Side.”

“Silence.” Obi-Wan hisses through clenched teeth.

The pounding in his head makes it ache. There's something dark clawing its way into his insides, nestling in its new home with a purr. Or is it clawing its way out of him? He isn't sure. All Obi-Wan knows is that he wants to hurt this man, wants to make him suffer. Anakin is mine.

The Sith Lord laughs and cackles, it grates on his ears. “Perhaps I should have tried to seduce you to the Dark Side too. I can feel a great power sleeping inside you now. If you join me, I can help you cultivate it.”

“I don't care.” Obi-Wan snaps, he really doesn't. He just wants Anakin.

“Come now, if you join me, you can stand beside your old Padawan.” The Emperor coos and Obi-Wan's patience hits its limit.

“I think I'd much rather just kill you.” With that, Obi-Wan darts forward and swings his saber at the man.

Time passes in a blur, Obi-Wan feels only his anger and hate welling up within him. This man had taken everything he'd ever loved from him. Started the war that killed Satine, the woman he'd loved as a boy, before he met Anakin. Turned his own clones—his loyal men, Cody even—against him, forced Anakin to betray him, killed all of Obi-Wan's fellow Jedi, his family.

Die.

That single thought drives his swings, and their sabers hiss when they meet. Red against blue. His anger and righteous fury lend strength to every blow, forcing the Sith back relentlessly, unwilling to cede ground when so much is at stake. When Anakin is at stake.

He barely even feels the pain from Sidious’ dark lightning. It can't compare to the pain he felt when he thought Anakin lost. That he still feels at the thought that he yet might. Searing hot fire courses through his body and the Sith looks legitimately shocked when Obi-Wan gathers it up, adds his own hate to it, and throws it right back at the man with twice the intensity.

The Emperor's agonised screams are music, the stench of burning skin fills the room, and his panicked scramble for the door is the most amusing sight Obi-Wan has seen in years.

“Wait! Wait!” The Sith screams, but he doesn't.

Obi-Wan swings his saber and the man's head rolls across the floor.

It is done.

He feels a satisfaction he's never felt before. It's intoxicating, powerful. He thinks he might even have laughed as he staggers back from the headless body.

Sadly however, he doesn't get the time to savour this victory, because in the next moment, he feels something slam into his mental shields, cracking them with brute force and burrowing inside.

Obi-Wan releases a shout of pain and collapses, clutching at his head. It hurts. Searing pain everywhere, like a thousand needles digging into every inch of his skin. A foreign presence, a hostile mind trying to break his own and gain a foothold in his body. He struggles against it, feels it tighten around him, choking the life from him.

He can feel Sidious’ glee, the Sith's eagerness to take his body and then eventually Anakin's, and Obi-Wan realises that he’d fallen into a trap.

In desperation—bereft of the Code and betrayed by his own Dark emotions that had allowed Sidious entrance into his body—Obi-Wan abandons all else and reaches for the Living Force. The pillar of his existence, the Will that Master Qui-Gon had always told him to rely on.

Then, he touches something he's never felt before, something just past the Living Force, and it feels like the entire cosmos has opened itself to him. Unfurling like a blossoming bloom.

Obi-Wan tumbles into its warm embrace, drawn in by the Cosmic Force, and as he does, he sees a vision of his Anakin.

He looks older, worn from decades lived in solitude, bereft of loving touch. Broken and alone, his body clad in a suit of black. Bald and scarred, covered in welts and burn marks. He feels his boy dying slowly, pain with every breath, heart full of fear for the life of his child. Loneliness, regret and sorrow. He feels his boy fade into the netherworld of the Force, heart aching with longing and a single thought in his mind, Obi-Wan, Master...

Sheer anger and horror rips through Obi-Wan. He has seen many futures in the Force, but this one. This one, he will not allow to come true.

Obi-Wan feels the Force whisper to him, urging him forward, feeding him its strength. He has turned his back on the Jedi Code, and it is only now that he feels it, the mandate that he has been ignoring this whole time. As blinded by his adherence to the Code and the will of the Jedi Council, as a Sith was by their negative emotions.

Years wasted feeling uncertain if he was the right man to raise Anakin, if Master Qui-Gon would have done better with his boy. A decade spent denying his own attachment to Anakin, fretting about being unworthy and incompetent. Terrified of embracing his feelings for the boy he'd raised. Ashamed and fearful that he would fail Anakin by doing so.

Now he sees the truth, sees why the Living Force has always seemed just slightly out of reach. Its power denied to him, because Obi-Wan was too busy trying to be a good Jedi to follow his destiny.

He had been chosen by the Force.

Chosen to protect its child.

And he will, by any means necessary, even if he must embrace the ways of the Sith to do so.

He draws up all his strength, bolstered by the might of the Force, and tears into the invading mind, shredding it with precision. He uses his will and skill in Mindform to sink his teeth into the invader, crunches down viciously, and swallows. Consumes. He digs into the intruding mind—Darth Sidious’ mind—gnaws at its insides and drains every drop of blood he can find. He feels the Sith Lord's pain as his weakened mind finds, not an escape in Obi-Wan's body, but a predator waiting to subsume him.

He devours every morsel of the Sith's soul, his knowledge and his power. It is all his now. Like Anakin will be. Like Anakin was always meant to be.

The last dregs of Darth Sidious’ mind fades into oblivion and Obi-Wan opens his eyes, disoriented.

He is still himself, still Obi-Wan Kenobi.

He pushes himself to his feet slowly, wobbling slightly on the spot. His throat is raw from screaming, his head is aching, but he feels stronger now. His mind is still sorting through the wealth of knowledge he'd gained from the Sith Lord, it's an absolute mess inside him. It will probably be a while before he can access the bulk of them properly, perhaps through meditation.

A brief skim of the surface is enlightening however, the discovery that Sidious himself was not even properly following the Sith Code. Perhaps that was why the Jedi struggled to gain any ground against him. They'd been training to fight an enemy that had long mutated into something far more insidious. Perhaps much of what he'd long believed true about the Sith, were meaningless.

How much of the evil that he'd seen merely been Sidious’ evil, and not inherent to the Dark Side itself? The Sith Code reverberates through his mind, along with the disdain Sidious had borne for it, despite calling himself a Sith. It is because of that, that Obi-Wan finds a new appreciation for it.

Peace is a lie. There is only Passion.Through Passion, I gain Strength.Through Strength, I gain Power.Through Victory my chains are Broken.The Force shall free me.

Obi-One takes a deep breath. The air tastes different as he draws it in. Sweeter, lighter, the heavy cloud of the Dark Side no longer feels oppressive. Truly, he has never felt like this before. Blissful power and freedom. Yes, the Force has freed him indeed. Everything feels right now. He's free, free of doubt. Free to love Anakin the way he's always wanted to. The way he was always supposed to.

In contrast, the Jedi Code that he'd clung to now feels stifling.

There is no emotion, there is peace.There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.There is no passion, there is serenity.There is no chaos, there is harmony.There is no death, there is the Force.

His fellow Jedi's deaths were unfortunate, but perhaps also necessary. Necessary for him to be free. Obi-Wan has sworn to serve the Will of the Force. If this is its Will, perhaps he should not linger in grief, perhaps he should let his sorrow go, make peace with his destiny, as the Jedi Code urges. After all, it is by the will of the Force that he is free. Now, he can be with his beloved boy. There is nothing holding him back anymore.

He catches a glimpse of his reflection in the silver on the walls.

His eyes are yellow, and the Force is silent, waiting.

He looks away.

He can pursue this train of thought later. Regardless of which philosophy is better suited to following the Will of the Force—Jedi or Sith—Obi-Wan has one objective, one duty as assigned by the Cosmic Force itself, and that is Anakin. He needs to find Anakin.

He has to stop Yoda, before the Master kills Anakin or turns him into a lonely broken man clad in black. Nothing else matters.

He runs through the halls, the senate is in an uproar over the newly crowned Emperor's death. He cuts down Mas Amedda and the Red Guards that the Senator leads to stop Obi-Wan's escape, and manages to steal a ship to leave, following the tracker he'd given Master Yoda.

Mustafar.

He prays he will make it there in time.

The air is dry. Arid and hot. Obi-Wan follows the tracking signal, and finds the closest landing platform of a large facility. There's already another ship there, Senator Amidala's star skiff, and on the floor near it lies the Senator herself, unconscious.

Obi-Wan rushes to her side and checks her pulse. She's still breathing. Thank the Force. She's carrying Anakin's child, and whether Amidala retains her loyalty to Anakin or not, he doesn't want any harm to come to the baby. He carries her inside the ship quickly, and has 3PO and R2-D2 stand guard over her while he races to save Anakin. He feels his boy nearby, follows their bond to him. Runs through the halls with fear snapping at his heels.

Is this what Anakin felt on a daily basis? Like his entire universe is on the line? Like insanity is one slight misstep away? No wonder his boy is always a mess.

He finds them fighting by the side of a pit of lava. A fear like no other lances through him when Yoda throws Anakin into a fixture and the boy crumples to the floor. Obi-Wan raises his saber and dives into Yoda's path, catching the falling green blade with his own.

Yoda's gaze is sad as he meets Obi-Wan's eyes through the sabers’ light. “A mistake I have made, leaving you alone with the Sith.”

“I'm sorry, Master.” Obi-Wan murmurs, pushing back against the small Jedi and Yoda flies backwards, landing on his feet and putting space between them. “But I cannot let you kill Anakin.”

“The boy you raised, gone he is.” Yoda shakes his head mournfully, his little ears lowered. “And now, so too are you.”

“Yes.” Obi-Wan nods slowly. “I suppose to you, we are.”

Gone is the weak man who was too afraid of Falling, of losing his home, his place in the Order, his honour and piousness to the Jedi Code. There is no longer anything left to lose. Except Anakin. He will take Anakin back. Whatever he has to do. He will.

His eyes are open now, he can see that the Sith and Jedi are merely two sides of the same coin. Two interpretations of the same Force. That it is how it is used that determines good or evil. Why should he not use both to serve the will of the Force?

“Master?” He hears the sweetest sound from behind him and Obi-Wan glances back to see Anakin staring at him with wide and dazed eyes. They are yellow too.

Both their eyes had once been crystal clear blue, now they bear the same gold glow. Of course they are. Affection is gentle in his breast. The truth that Obi-Wan has long denied. That they were two halves of a whole, where one goes the other follows. That has been the case for more than a decade, and so it will always be.

“Anakin, I'm glad you're alright.” Obi-Wan smiles softly at him, before it lifts into a playful smirk. “Now then, are you just going to lie there and make me do all the work?”

A disbelieving grin spreads across Anakin's face, his eyes soft with wonder. For a moment, the boy looks as he once had, before the war. Bright and beautiful, the way he should always be.

Anakin calls his lightsaber to him and they fight together. While Master Yoda is powerful, he is not strong enough to defeat the two of them, not when they fight as one. Not when the Force sings with their unity. Not when they draw on emotions both Light and Dark in balance, both the joy and relief of reunion and the vengeful fury that rejects anything seeking to tear them apart.

The war has only made them stronger when in sync, the Hero With No Fear and the Negotiator. And together, they drive Yoda all the way back to the ship and the small green Jedi steals Obi-Wan's vessel to flee.

Exhausted from fighting Yoda till Obi-Wan's arrival, Anakin collapses to the floor, and Obi-Wan rushes to his side, taking the young man into his arms. “Anakin!”

“I'm– I'm alright.” Anakin murmurs faintly, stares at Obi-Wan through heavy-lidded and unfocused eyes, and reaches out to him with his left hand. The tips of his fingers brush Obi-Wan's chin and his voice is thick with disbelief. “Master you... you didn't betray me.”

“Never. I'm always on your side. I'm sorry, I should never have pushed you away. I was just–” Obi-Wan mutters, takes Anakin's hand, feels the warm flesh beneath his glove and places a kiss to the back of it. “I would never betray you.”

Anakin's glazed blue eyes search his own for several moments, disorientation and confusion ripples from him through the Force. Before he seems to find whatever he's looking for and he clutches Obi-Wan's hand tightly.

“Thank you, Master...” Anakin's eyes well with tears. “But– but she did, Padme... she brought Yoda here. She brought him here to kill me.”

Anakin sobs with agony, and Obi-Wan cradles his boy to his chest, cooing to him softly. Obi-Wan's jaw is tight, and his eyes burn with rage. He'd given way to her, let the Senator have Anakin, and that woman had failed to love Anakin as much as he did. He knew it, politicians were never to be trusted. If she weren't round with Anakin's child, he would kill her for this treachery.

The thought gives him pause, kill... he supposes this came with falling to the Dark Side. He no longer instinctively baulks at the thought of killing for a personal slight. He feels like he should be more concerned about that than he is. Instead, any discomfort is buried under the joy of having Anakin safe in his arms.

Obi-Wan is still unsure where he stands, a Sith or a Jedi or neither. He shakes his head, such matters should perhaps be left for later thought, they have more pressing concerns to worry about at the moment.

For starters, where will he go now? He has Anakin, and Senator Amidala. What next? For once, he hadn't planned very far ahead. Anakin had consumed all his thoughts.

He feels Anakin go limp in his arms and Obi-Wan places a soft kiss on his forehead. Gently, he scoops the boy into his arms, cradles his precious cargo against his chest, and carries him into the Nabooian transport.

“Oh, Master Kenobi!” 3PO calls out with some relief as Obi-Wan sets Anakin down on one of the seats. “Miss Padme seems to be going into labour!”

Obi-Wan sighs tiredly, shoulders sagging and body aching, there's always something.

He glances at R2-D2, the shorter droid whirring at Anakin's unconscious body with concern, it's always been more emotional than any droid he's ever known. Perhaps Anakin's power extended to granting sentience on top of creating love and devotion in everything he touched.

“He'll be alright.” He pats the droid on the head comfortingly and it beeps at him. “R2-D2, chart a course for Tatooine and prepare the Hyperdrive. 3PO, take the controls while I check on Amidala.”

For now, the outer rim was probably the safest place to go, what with the clones still out for Obi-Wan's blood. Perhaps they could seek aid for Amidala's labour from Anakin's stepbrother.

Leaving the droids to it, Obi-Wan goes to see Amidala. She lies on the small bed, covered in sweat, and her tired face lightens with relief when she sees Obi-Wan.

“Obi-Wan.” She reaches a hand out to him, and he takes it gently. “You're alive, I was so worried...”

“I'm sure you were.” Obi-Wan smiles thinly and brushes a hand over her damp forehead, it wouldn't do to endanger the child by putting her under any further stress. “Don't worry, you're safe. Just focus on the baby.”

She doesn't even manage a smile, closing her eyes as he returns to the cockpit.

It takes some time to get to Tatooine, and Obi-Wan collapses into a pilot seat, taking the opportunity to recover his strength. Fortunately, when they arrive, Owen, and his wife Beru, recognise Amidala and agree to help. Obi-Wan assists them as much as he can, asks Owen for materials and cobbles together a makeshift crib with R2-D2's help, welding metal strips together. Takes rubber and a pair of bottles and fashions two rudimentary baby bottles in preparation for the child.

It's strange, he notes—somewhere in the back of his mind—that after war, betrayal and treason, he's ended up here. On Anakin's home planet, the place where his destiny was born. Cutting rubber with the edge of a vibroblade in a stranger's home. The house that Anakin might have become a free man in, if Obi-Wan and Master Qui-Gon hadn't spirited him away.

He wonders if Shmi regretted allowing his Master to take Anakin. But even if she had, Obi-Wan would never have given her son back. Anakin is his.

When the preparations for the child are complete, Obi-Wan leaves Amidala in the care of the couple and goes to attend to Anakin, carrying the boy to the small side building that Owen had offered the men to stay in. He gathers several stacks of cloth together, and a blanket, into a makeshift bed on the floor, and tends to Anakin's burns. To his relief and pride, Anakin's injuries are relatively minor, considering that he had been fighting Master Yoda for hours.

When he's done treating his own injuries as well, Obi-Wan returns to Amidala's side to find that she is having twins and that she is dying. He still can't quite work up any grief or bring himself to care very much about the latter, but he takes the time to assure her that her children will be taken care of.

He supposes she does still love Anakin, because she says that there's still good in him as she breathes her last. As though Obi-Wan would need any convincing of that. Perhaps he had been hasty when assuming that she had indeed betrayed Anakin? Maybe Master Yoda had given her the impression that he was planning to arrest Anakin rather than murder him?

Either way, Obi-Wan is grudgingly grateful to her for making Anakin happy for the last four years—he caresses the cheek of a chubby baby girl—and for giving Anakin these beautiful children. He knows Anakin will need something to cultivate after her death, and his children would be solace to his beloved.

Though he does hope that Anakin will cling to him too for comfort, and from the boy's behaviour before passing out, Obi-Wan is optimistic.

Obi-Wan insists that Beru allow him to feed the children, holding one in each arm as he uses the Force to lift the bottles—of nutrient powder from the star kriff, hastily mixed in water—for them to suckle from. He's now glad that he'd made two bottles, in anticipation of rotating between them for one child.

As he rocks the twins gently to sleep, he feels Anakin begin to stir from his fitful rest. So, Obi-Wan leaves the twins to sleep in the crib, swaddled in cloth. Sets 3PO and R2-D2 to stand guard and ensure that they come to no harm, and quickly returns to Anakin's side.

He finds the boy sitting up on the floor bed, his inner robe pooled around his hips and bandages wrapped around his arms and side, anxiety thrumming through the Force. Their bond has always been stronger than the average Master and Padawan's—one normally born of familiarity—and he'd thought this was thanks to Anakin's immense power. But somehow, it feels like it has actually grown stronger since Obi-Wan accepted his attachment to the boy.

“Master, where is Padme?” Anakin asks, sounding quite disoriented. “Is she safe? Is she alright?”

“Anakin...” Obi-Wan sighs as he sits on the edge of the bed. Even after she broke his heart, the boy still loves her so deeply, and as little as Obi-Wan now cares for the woman, he hates to break his beloved's heart. “I am so sorry, dear one. But she passed away in childbirth.”

Anakin's face crumbles, despair floods their bond, painful enough to bring tears to Obi-Wan's own eyes. The boy reaches out to clutch at his sleeve, pleading. “No, that can't be–”

“Your children are safe and well.” Obi-Wan interrupts, hoping to stem the flow and halt his spiral.

“Children?” It works, Anakin stops momentarily in confusion.

“Yes, you have twins, my dear.” Obi-Wan brushes back the long curly locks that hang over Anakin's face. “A boy and a girl, they are beautiful.”

“Twins...” For a moment, Anakin's eyes are wide with wonder, but then distress returns. “They– they'll need their mother. Please, we have to go find my Maste–”

Obi-Wan snarls at that, and his hand shoots forward to grip Anakin's chin sharply. The boy freezes, and his cold voice feels foreign to even his own ears. “You have only one Master, Anakin. And that is me. You were my Padawan, my apprentice. Nobody else's.”

It's so much worse to hear Anakin call Sidious his Master in person. Obi-Wan almost wishes he could bring the audacious filth back to life just to kill him again.

Anakin shivers at his tone, and he stares into Obi-Wan's eyes as though seeing him for the first time. “Master, you also? Your eyes–”

Had they gone yellow? Curious.

“Yes.” Obi-Wan murmurs, loosens his grip, traces his thumb over Anakin's jaw, feeling the beginnings of stubble peeking out of his soft skin. “If you must have a Sith for a Master, that will still be me. Always me.”

Anakin's eyes go hazy at the possessive desire that must be creeping along their bond, his boyish cheeks flush and his lips part to release a hot breath. To his pleasure, Obi-Wan can feel Anakin's shock, his confusion, his delight, and... his arousal.

“But– but Master, Palpatine is the only one who knows how to create life.” Anakin protests weakly, blinking as though to dispel the effects of whatever he was feeling.

“What do you think you did with your children?” Obi-Wan snorts.

Anakin rolls his eyes. “You know what I mea–”

“If you think he can bring the dead back to life, then I haven't taught you well enough.” Obi-Wan chuckles darkly. “I see I must find a way to work that naïveté out of you.”

Anakin's neck goes red with indignation, and he jerks his chin from Obi-Wan's grip. “I don't need another lecture.”

The boy bites his lip—and Obi-Wan wants to do that for him—saying, “He knows things, Master. He knew about my visions of Padme's death.”

“And I didn't lend enough stock to your visions, does that mean I can never be correct?” Obi-Wan cocks an eyebrow. “Just because he was able to peer into your mind, doesn't mean he wasn't lying about everything else. He didn't even claim to have the ability to save her yet, do you really think he would have been able to figure it out with you before she gave birth?”

“It's worth trying!” Anakin exclaims desperately. “Please, Obi-Wan, I can't raise my children alone. I need her, they need her!”

“Oh, my dear. You wouldn't be alone. I would gladly raise your children with you.” Obi-Wan murmurs and is delighted when the receding flush returns to Anakin's cheeks again. “And I'm afraid that isn't an option regardless. Darth Sidious is dead.”

Anakin's eyes go wide. “Wha– how!? Who?”

“Who do you think, my dear?” Obi-Wan askes with some amusement, places his hands on Anakin's shoulders and presses the boy back onto the bed, sliding a knee between his legs.

“You? Master, you defeated the Sith Lord, alone? And his guard? Even four of the Council Masters weren't enough to–” Anakin gapes, and the awe radiating from him is intoxicating, heady and delicious.

“I assure you, Anakin. I am stronger now, strong enough to protect you. To protect our children.” Obi-Wan purrs, braces his hands by Anakin's head and leans close enough to feel his heated breath against his lips. “I consumed the Chancellor's mind. Took for myself, his knowledge and his power. You don't need him or Senator Amidala, and neither do our children. I will provide everything you need.”

Anakin knots his fingers in his clothing as Obi-Wan nuzzles his nose against the boy's cheek, murmuring softly. “You can be their loving mother, and I will be the guiding father. You were raised by a loving mother, you can do it too, dearest. I believe in you. I've always believed in you.”

A soft keen escapes Anakin's throat, and when Obi-Wan lifts his head to gaze into deep blue, he sees that they are damp with tears. “Even– even after everything I've done? Fail– failed to be a great Jedi– failed you...”

“You could never fail me, my dear.” Obi-Wan breathes, catches with his thumb, a shining drop from the corner of his eye. “My love for you has never been conditional. I would follow you down any path, no matter what.”

He feels something inside Anakin shatter, a swell of emotions too powerful to name pours through their bond like a torrent, a raging river, as though the entire galaxy had changed inside the boy's heart. As though a vast weight, an expectation of himself that he's been carrying for years, has finally been cast down.

“Obi-Wan–” Anakin whines, need and longing, desire and hope, all condensed into that one word.

It makes his heart ache, and he finally gives in to the urge to claim the beautiful boy's lips. They are sweet against his own, delicious and soft. Everything he's craved for the last six years. He slips his tongue inside to caress Anakin's, feels the boy moan into his mouth, and his burning desire becomes an inferno.

He licks into that hot cavern with relish, savouring the forbidden fruit he has long abstained from, taking his time and stealing Anakin's breath, before parting to grant him air. Obi-Wan trails his lips down the boy's jaw as he pants and tears at Obi-Wan's robes.

“Master...” Anakin moans breathlessly, ruts against his knee, desperately grinding his hardness against him. “I thought– I thought you didn't want me–”

“Of course I do. How could I not?” Obi-Wan murmurs against that slender throat, mouthing at the boy's voice box. “Shouldn't have pushed you away when you kissed me.”

“Thought you were disgusted–” Anakin gasps as Obi-Wan presses a finger into a bruise on his ribs.

“Only with myself. For wanting to hold you. You were fifteen, my dear.” Obi-Wan nibbles lightly, runs a hand over that wonderfully muscled chest. “And drunk. I was trying to be a good Master.”

“Didn't want you to be good–” Anakin swallows thickly, and his throat flexes deliciously under Obi-Wan's lips. “Wanted you so bad–”

“I did too.” He breathes, and digs his teeth into the golden skin on Anakin's bare shoulder, enjoying the way the boy bucks and moans against him. So perfect. “Dreamt of you every night since then, dreamt of touching you. Making you cry out for me. Force knows how guilty I felt, how frustrated I was at you for being so gorgeous. A siren sent by the Dark Side to seduce me.”

Anakin's breath catches when Obi-Wan takes a nipple into his mouth. Chokes out a moan when Obi-Wan laves his tongue over the hard pebble and suckles on it, like he thinks he can get the young man to lactate for his children.

“Then– then what–” Anakin whimpers when Obi-Wan's teeth clamp down around his areola. “What are you waiting for–”

“Patience, my dear.” Obi-Wan coos, taking the other nipple between his lips. His beard rubs against Anakin's chest as he gives it equal attention, he wants to leave abrasion burns all over his boy.

“Obi-Wan–” Anakin groans, his voice choked with pleasure and frustration, and then the young man is grabbing him firmly by the shoulders and pushing him back. Obi-Wan's lips make a wet pop as they are peeled off his lovely tits and Anakin glares at him. “For Force's sake, you've made me wait for years. Made me settle for the love of a woman I barely knew.”

He yanks hard at Obi-Wan's robes, loosening them enough to reach into his undergarments, and Anakin grasps Obi-Wan's aching cock with a growl. “So, stop teasing and start kriffing me, right now.”

Arousal pulses through Obi-Wan's body, and he bites back a moan, feeling the boy's thumb rub over his swollen tip. So much for foreplay, he should have known his boy wouldn't have the patience to be unwrapped slowly and worshipped, showered with love. Anakin really would be the death of him. Or at least his restraint.

Obi-Wan stands to remove his clothing, enjoying the way Anakin's eyes scrape down his skin as it's revealed. Watching with equal intensity as the young man removes his pants, tosses his robes aside, and spreads his legs in clear invitation.

What a glorious sight, his Anakin laid out like an offering on an altar. Obi-Wan thinks this is what a God feels like.

Such a vision was surely not something Jedi Master Kenobi would have ever gotten to see. No, this is perhaps something that only a Sith could look upon without shuddering in horror at such depravity. Without recoiling at the knowledge that this was the boy he'd raised, the child Master Qui-Gon had entrusted to him. The little boy who'd clung to him in the night, desperately afraid of losing him.

He kneels between Anakin's knees, runs his fingers along his inner thighs. He's beautiful. Kiss reddened lips, covered in his bites and bruises, a flush on his cheeks and nape, eyes filled with desire. Long gangly limbs that had filled out over the years, cock hard and swollen, pretty pink head peeking out from his foreskin, leaking little pearls of fluid from the tip. Obi-Wan collects that precious dew on the tip of his finger and places it on his tongue, delighted when Anakin keens.

Then he uses the Force to call a sachet of bacta from his waist pouch as he dips his head to take Anakin's cock into his mouth, the sounds the boy makes are music to his ears. The most lavish orchestra, unparalleled by the greatest artists money could buy. The heat and hunger in Anakin’s eyes as his boy watches him is unbearable. He pauses only to rip open the packet and squeeze some bacta onto his fingers, before returning his attention to Anakin.

The length in his mouth twitches when he sinks a finger into Anakin's puckered entrance, who groans as Obi-Wan searches the tight and hot channel. A moment later, Anakin jolts and his back arches, bucking deep into Obi-Wan's throat with a gasp. His head is thrown back and moans of pleasure fall from his lips, his hips stuttering as though unable to decide if he wants to kriff Obi-Wan's throat or press back against his finger more.

Obi-Wan adds another, strokes his fingers in and out, thinks of how he's going to be doing this with his cock in a few minutes, drags the tips of his fingers over the sensitive strip along Anakin's inner walls.

“Master–” Anakin claws at the blankets beneath him, sweat pools in the dips of his smooth chest when a third finger is added, and he shakes his head with a whine. “I can't– I'm going to–”

Obi-Wan doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, just keeps kriffing the beautiful boy with his fingers, watching intently, the mounting ecstasy on Anakin's face. He wants to see his proud boy come apart at his hand.

As though in response to his desire, Anakin moans, loud and shameless, his neck tightens, his toes curl and Obi-Wan's throat fills with fluid. He swallows quickly around the pulsing cock and with a last shudder, Anakin goes limp on the bedding, panting and gasping for air.

Obi-Wan allows the softening length to slip from his mouth, brushes away the wetness from his lips and beard, and admires the view. His child is gorgeous, broad shoulders trembling as he heaves for air, blue eyes hazy with pleasure. Had Amidala seen his boy like this? Obi-Wan pushes the thought away with a growl. This is his now, his reward for years of caregiving, patience, and frustration. He's never needed a reward for loving Anakin, but now he craves it desperately, hungers for it. Unbearable. It's unbearable.

He withdraws his fingers from the boy's body, calls the bacta sachet back to him and coats his aching erection with the oily liquid. He's waited for so long, he can't wait any longer, so he presses the head of it against Anakin's relaxed opening and hooks those long muscular legs over his shoulders. He groans low and deep as his cock is enveloped in wet heat, shuddering at the tightness, and the boy's insides spasm around him.

“Wait, Master–” Anakin rewards him with a strangled moan, shaking his head. “Too much– I can't–”

Obi-Wan leans down, practically folds the boy in half and sinks even deeper, making Anakin choke on air as he's filled. The boy is trembling when they're fully joined. He places a kiss on the corner of that gasping mouth and hisses lovingly into his ear. “You can, and you will.”

Anakin moans loudly and clings to his shoulders, eyes glazing over with heat and desire. Releasing a needy whine as Obi-Wan draws back out, pleased to see that there is no blood or signs of injury, as he thrusts back inside again. The boy wails at the overstimulation, his limp cock gradually hardening again as Obi-Wan pumps his hips relentlessly into him.

He can still barely believe that he's finally taking what has been his all this time. Could almost believe that he is simply dreaming, if not for how incredible it feels, nothing like his fumbling clumsy trysts with Satine as a fifteen-year-old Padawan. Anakin's body feels like it was made for him, that tight hole suckling on him as he ruts in, wanting to embed himself inside forever.

It's perfect, he's perfect. Obi-Wan groans as he lowers his gaze from Anakin's panting mouth, takes in the obscene sight of his cock ramming into his opening, the bacta oozing out around his reddening rim. “Look at you. Such a good boy, taking me so well. My dearest, Anakin.”

“Master–” Anakin wails and rakes his nails down Obi-Wan's shoulders. He can feel how much his words have affected his beloved, Anakin's side of their bond is a chaotic avalanche of sensation and emotion. Perfect.

His Anakin was always meant to be like this, wasn't he? Obi-Wan had spent years trying to train it out of him, but Anakin has always been a storm of passion and love. Something that had both inspired admiration and fear within Obi-Wan. Fear of losing his wonderful child to darkness. Fear that Anakin becoming a Sith—as he was always so clearly meant to be—would take Anakin from his side.

But, now that Obi-Wan no longer fears the Dark Side, sees that passion is only dangerous when warped and twisted, by someone like Sidious. Now that he no longer believes that these powerful emotions will cost him the person he loves most, Obi-Wan is free to admire Anakin's beauty. To watch with adoration and desire as Anakin writhes beneath him, firm muscles tight and unrestrained ecstasy pouring from his presence in the Force.

To behold his perfect child lost in the throes of bliss.

Drool trickles from the corner of Anakin's slack mouth, his deep blue eyes, dilated and glassy, gasping desperately for air as though he's drowning. Anakin looks like he's losing his mind, and Obi-Wan feels like he is not far behind. Force, he loves this boy, has wanted him more than anything, and now that he has him, Obi-Wan will do anything to keep him.

“My Padawan, my boy, my apprentice, my love.” Obi-Wan breathes in awe, in reverence and adoration. “My little Sithling.”

Anakin only moans weakly in response, sweat covers his brow, and his watery blue eyes struggle to focus on him as Obi-Wan rocks into him ruthlessly, finally indulging in his desires, taking everything he's ever coveted.

With a wave of his hand, he takes the boy by his ankles and raises them into the air with the Force, holding them in place. The new angle allows him to sink even deeper, forcing a punched out sound from the boy as he reaches between their bodies to grasp Anakin's bouncing cock.

“You are mine, Anakin. As I am yours.” Obi-Wan smiles down at him, stroking that swollen and sensitive length slowly, lovingly, contrasting with the pace at which his cock continues to drive into Anakin's body. “You will only ever attain this pleasure from me now. Understood?”

Anakin nods drunkenly, tears at the blankets beneath him, his tongue hangs out like he's trying to swallow the air, his words slur together like he's forgotten how to use it properly. “Y– yes, Mast– Master... please–”

Obi-Wan's grin widens and quickens his strokes to match his thrusts. Within seconds, Anakin releases another wail, his spend spurts onto his own abdomen in thick globs and his insides clamp down on Obi-Wan's cock.

He kriffs Anakin through it, savouring the sensation, the echoing explosion of pleasure through their bond. It takes everything in his power not to come from it. Obi-Wan doesn't want to stop. He can only have Anakin for the first time once and it feels too good to just end like this.

But then Anakin gives him an exhausted smile, a beautiful, pure smile—like the ones he'd worn as a child, before his obsession with Amidala, before the war, before all his smiles became permanently shadowed by weariness, bitterness, and pain—and whispers faintly. “L– love you, Obi-Wan...”

That's all it takes.

Obi-Wan buries himself inside and his control slips, dropping Anakin's ankles back onto his shoulders as his entire being becomes doused—absolutely drenched—in ecstasy. It seers through his body. He paints Anakin's insides white and gasps for air, kriffing his seed deeper with stuttering thrusts. Such a good boy, granting him so perfect a first claiming.

The pulses of pleasure ripple through him for a blissful eternity, before they begin to calm, as all good things that must sadly come to an end. Obi-Wan heaves for air as he lowers Anakin's legs to the blanket and braces his hands by the boy's head for a moment to collect himself. Anakin's eyes are closed, and Obi-Wan presses a sweet kiss to his damp forehead.

Then he leans back and lets his softening cock slip out, a trickle of pale fluid oozes out with it and something in him purrs with satisfaction at the depraved sight.

Once he has caught his breath, Obi-Wan uses his undergarments to clean the mess from Anakin's stomach and bottom. Then he lies down beside him and holds his boy close, pleased when Anakin stirs shortly and eagerly wraps himself around Obi-Wan. The young man hooks a leg over his, and nuzzles his flushed cheek into the light auburn strands covering Obi-Wan's chest with a contented sigh.

The moment is quiet and peaceful, basking in the warm afterglow while he, and presumably Anakin, sort through their thoughts.

Obi-Wan runs his fingers idly through soft brown curls. He'd meant it when he said he would take care of Anakin and his children. But in all honesty, he still isn't certain what their next move should be.

The Senate is likely a warzone now. Palpatine had just consolidated all the power in the Republic under himself, and now he's dead. The power vacuum would likely incite the most powerful members of the senate to attempt to seize control of the newly created—and vacated—Emperor's throne. Would the clone troopers follow whomever won?

He thinks of Cody, his men. He knows what they are. Slaves. He always tried not to think of it, like his fellow Jedi. They hadn't had much choice, the best they could do was be good slavers. Treat their men as well as they could. What would happen to them under other Masters? Does he care? They'd betrayed him, Cody tried to kill him. Anger simmers in his heart.

“I'm sorry, Master.” Anakin murmurs softly, interrupting his thoughts. “For giving in to Palpatine. For killing the younglings.”

It gives him pause, perhaps his boy had felt his sense of betrayal and thought it was of Anakin's deeds. Which it wasn't, but it did make Obi-Wan reconsider his anger. Perhaps Cody hadn't had much choice, perhaps he had been manipulated into it, like Anakin had been.

Even if he would be regarded as a Sith now, Obi-Wan still sees little sense in acting impulsively without first seeking the necessary information to make objective decisions. After all, Padme had been more loyal to Anakin than he'd first assumed based on Anakin's words. If he had allowed himself to hurt her because he thought her treacherous…

Perhaps being guided by strong emotions may not be as bad as he'd been taught to believe. But the Jedi's preference for caution and reason had won him victory enough times that he feels it foolish to simply discard everything he had learnt from them and jump to the other extreme. As tempting as that may be.

So, though he feels Anakin's fear, Obi-Wan resists both the ingrained reflex of offering up a quote of ancient wisdom, and the instinctual protective urge to grant immediate comfort and absolution.

Instead, he takes the time to consider his response, what he personally feels, what he knows, and what Anakin needs. He takes a quick glance through some of the memories—and thoughts of Anakin—that he'd acquired from Sidious’ mind. He doesn't want to say the wrong thing, not here, not now, not when it matters so. There will be a time for casual light-heartedness to return to their relationship.

“Good. You should be.” Obi-Wan eventually answers, and he can feel Anakin flinch, before he presses a kiss to the boy's hair. “But I do not blame you for falling to his manipulation. You are young and Darth Sidious used your kindness against you from start to finish, systematically breaking down your mind until the easiest option was to obey. To let someone else do the thinking for you.”

He can feel Anakin's confusion and smiles sadly. “First, he used your need for the affection that I was too afraid to give you. Then your love for Padme and your proximity to him to isolate you from the Jedi. Then he made himself look helpless in front of you, used your instinct to protect the weak to get you to attack Master Windu in his defence. That was the first break.”

Anakin nods slowly, clutches at him like he would as a child after a nightmare.

“I was tired, so tired. Trying to decide what to do. Then being forced to wait in the Council chambers for hours. When he killed Master Windu because I–” He swallows and takes a shuddering breath. “...I just wanted it to all stop. To stop thinking. Stop feeling. To rest.”

“You shouldn't have been left alone, I'm so sorry, my love.” Obi-Wan caresses his face gently, is pleased to see Anakin's eyes soften at the term of endearment. “That's why he revealed his identity to you then, while I was away. When I couldn't be there for you. I shouldn't have left.”

“I wish you'd been there.” Anakin murmurs. “Even if we had been arguing, it would have been less painful and exhausting than arguing in circles with myself.”

“Exactly. And then while you were tired, he had you do something that you could never forgive yourself for. Something to break your self-image.” Obi-Wan closes his eyes for a moment, even now, this is something he too must come to accept. “We both know he could easily have killed a handful of children on his own or with the clones. He did it to make you feel unredeemable. Unforgivable. To the point where being offered forgiveness would cause you pain.”

Anakin smiles wryly. “Is that why you're not offering forgiveness for the younglings?”

“Correct, clever one.” Obi-Wan taps him lightly on the nose. “I will offer you forgiveness for breaking my heart and taking my younger brothers and sisters from me. But for the act itself, the ones you need forgiveness from... are the dead, and they cannot give it. So, it is you who must forgive yourself. That is a pain I have not the ability to relieve you of.”

Anakin remains silent. And Obi-Wan allows him the space to think. He knows the boy has never enjoyed his lectures, but he feels a curious new willingness to listen. Is it because he stopped pushing Anakin away? Obi-Wan swallows a snort, what irony. That his boy would only listen to him after he lost the need to lecture him quite so harshly.

After the burden of being the Master of the Chosen One, of being a member of the Council, of being a good Jedi while honouring Master Qui-Gon's wishes. After everything he's carried for more than a decade has been laid down to rest. When he is free to be kind and indulgent towards his former Padawan simply for the sake of it. Because he loves Anakin.

“What will we do now, Master?” Anakin finally asks and Obi-Wan hums, accepting the change of topic. There was no need to rush his emotional recovery.

“I'm not sure.” Obi-Wan admits, stroking a hand over his beard. “We could stay here, hide from whomever takes power in the senate. A new war could start.”

Anakin bites his lip and shakes his head. “I don't want my children to grow up here. Tatooine is... this place... The desert only takes.”

Obi-Wan's eyes narrow, there's something that Anakin is hiding from him. He can feel it through their bond, simmering under the surface, a cautious hope that Anakin can share this secret with Obi-Wan, now that they are Sith. Is this something his boy had shared with Sidious? Envy coils in Obi-Wan's stomach, he could look, could search Sidious’ memories for it.

But he doesn't. That wouldn't be real. He wants to hear this secret from Anakin, as a show of trust.

“What is it?” Obi-Wan asks, tracing a thumb over Anakin's lower lip. “What are you keeping from me?”

Anakin swallows and shakes his head. “I'll– I'll tell you later. When we have time. It's... it's not important right now.”

He's not particularly pleased with the response, but he can feel Anakin's pain and that the boy is being honest, so Obi-Wan lets it go. For now.

“I think we should go back to the Repub– Empire.” Anakin says instead.

“I should hope you recall that the clone troopers have orders to kill me on sight.” Obi-Wan drawls dryly.

“Palpatine made me his apprentice, his second in command.” Anakin states. “Now that he's dead, the clones should obey my orders. If we return quickly enough, before they crown a new Emperor, we can take over and rule the galaxy. Make things the way we want them to be.”

“Now why would we want to do that?” Obi-Wan asks, raising a sceptical eyebrow. “Are you not tired of war?”

“I am.” Anakin admits. “But I want my children to grow up in a peaceful galaxy. I want to give them everything.”

“Being the children of the Emperors will take freedom from them.” Obi-Wan warns. “They will need constant protection, they will never have equal peers or a regular childhood.”

“And they would here?” The boy scoffs, an ugly sneer darkening his face. “On a backwater planet with no water. With slavery, raiders, gangs and crime? Under Hutt control. Where the sick creature could seek to make a pleasure slave of my daughter and nobody would lift a finger to stop it.”

Obi-Wan sighs and strokes his beard, Anakin had a point. Tatooine isn't a good place to raise children either. They would still be isolated and in constant danger of dying to something banal like the weather. At least as political hostages, their children would be valuable and have the chance of ransom or negotiation.

“Besides, they will likely be Force Sensitive. We both know this.” Anakin shakes his head. “I'd rather we be able to give them every material luxury they may need. A stable planet like Coruscant, with the Jedi Archives, schools, parks, and all the karking water they need.”

Obi-Wan gazes at Anakin's worn face and sighs again. “If we go back, we will never be free. We will spend the rest of our days at war.”

“They're worth it.” Anakin declares, before hesitating and giving him an uncertain look. “I– I hope we are... to you.”

The furrow between Obi-Wan's brows eases and he strokes a hand over Anakin's hair comfortingly. “Of course. You are worth everything to me. My life, my morals. Everything.”

Relief is plain on Anakin's face and joy sings through their bond as Obi-Wan lifts his hand from his chest and presses a kiss to the warm skin of his bare knuckles. “You are mine, which makes your children mine as well.”

“Are you proposing, Master?” Anakin asks with some amusement.

“If you wish.” Obi-Wan chuckles. “We are not Jedi any longer, not that that stopped you.”

Anakin gives him a sheepish grin, before asking tentatively. “Why did you let me be with Padme, when you felt this way about me?”

“Because she made you happy. I foolishly thought at the time that it was better for you to love her. That it was alcohol and fear of abandonment that made you desire me.” Obi-Wan explains with some irony.

Anakin snorts, his voice dry and bitter. “Could've just asked me what I thought.”

“There were many things I could have done.” Obi-Wan murmurs, brushing his fingers through the boy's damp brown strands.

“Like kriff my fifteen-year-old ass?” Anakin offers him a boyish grin.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan rolls his eyes, but can't help smiling fondly when his boy nuzzles happily against him.

He's lost so much in the last few rotations. His brethren and his friends. Fought and killed the Sith Lord, acquired both new power and Anakin, lost the respect of Master Yoda, gained a pair of children. Obi-Wan knows he'll feel the true brunt of all this in time, but for now, he's just grateful that he has a new meaning and purpose. That he hasn't lost everything there is to live for.

He holds Anakin close, covers them with a blanket, and allows the exhaustion of this whole ordeal to carry him into rest.

Notes:

On the logistics of this fic's premise, I definitely cranked Obi-Wan's possessiveness over Anakin up, and did the impossible—making the security footage in the Chancellor office not only exist but also viewable from the Jedi Temple. But that's about it. I hope you can suspend disbelief for these unrealistic elements just so I can explore all the shit I wanna in this story OTL

Hear me out, if Obi-Wan wasn't the one who told Padme about the killed younglings, she wouldn't have already primed all of Anakin's insecurity and made him anticipate Obi-Wan's disapproval.

Padme also didn't know Obi-Wan was alive, so her first response to seeing him isn't to ask after Anakin's health, which makes Obi-Wan think she doesn't care about Anakin that much. He also misses how Anakin's anger can make him harm the very person he was so desperate to protect, so he doesn't get the impression that Anakin is lost. He doesn't see Anakin let his emotions control him or say "I understand" when Palpy's all "Obi-Wan's an enemy too", only sees Palpy manipulate him.

I like the theory that Sidious had wanted to use Essence Transfer to possess Anakin's body, but didn't in Canon because of Anakin's injuries. So, with an unexpected confrontation by an Obi-Wan leaking Darkness, and the idea that Obi-Wan's strength of will wouldn't be strong enough since he was such a stalwart Jedi yet he fell anyway (plus he's pretty powerful in the Force and would deteriorate slower) that makes his body an attractive candidate to Sidious.

Let's just say Sidious made a bad snap decision here, just like Yoda haha

Then the scene where Padme and Obi-Wan confront Anakin occurs, but with Yoda in Obi-Wan's place, and the scene where Anakin strangles Padme for "betraying him and bringing Yoda here to kill him" follows similarly. Anakin's fight with Yoda would not be as emotionally charged, so he'd be less reckless and, through pure Force power, be able to hold his ground against Yoda in a stalemate till Obi-Wan's arrival.

And thanks to all of that, butterfly effect, bam.

And, on the more character study side, I think Anakin's main source of fear and insecurity has always been that he'll make a mistake that causes him to lose those he loves. Whether it be them taken unwillingly from him through death or them discarding and abandoning him, leaving him to walk a lonely path. He fears having nobody to blame but himself, and ironically, that fear is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

It comes true when Padme says she cannot follow him down this path (and Obi-Wan in canon tries to kill him). A path he feels trapped on, unworthy of any other path, as Anakin says when bleeding his Kyber Crystal, all he can be is a Sith after everything he's done.

However, here Obi-Wan promises, and has in fact proven just by retaining loyalty to Anakin despite his actions, that he can and will follow Anakin down any path. This affords Anakin the security to risk changing his path. To endure the pain that comes with acknowledging a grave mistake he has made.

Ironically, it is when one is secure in the ones they love, that they can boldly face the prospect of self-improvement and progress despite the fear of failure.

Also, I think it's important to remember that in Anakin's experience, the systems he's seen have done jack shit to protect him or the ones he loves. Tatooine's hutts are a violent gang, the Republic didn't save him or his mother from slavery, it was Padme who later managed to liberate some slaves from Tatooine, but that was her own political efforts. The war showed him first-hand how fragile and limited the reach of the Republic is.

For someone who doesn't trust the system, who has been hurt by the failures of the system, there's a lot of paranoia and anxiety. That's why Anakin wants power and to be the one at the top, not out of hate or desire to subjugate others, but for the safety of his loved ones. Wanting one's family to be safe, is honestly just human and should not be treated as a bad thing. It's the system's fault for creating such paranoia. The solution is to improve the system.

Unfortunately for Anakin, he's attached to a politician, a Jedi and is the Chosen One. He can't just leave like Ahsoka.

Honestly, the people who say to Anakin, “with great power comes great responsibility, you got born with the Force, suck it up” are no different than the Nazis who said, “well, you're disabled and a waste of resources, so we are killing you, suck it up” or the slavers who say, “you're born a slave so suck it up”.

If someone (Jedi or otherwise) is ready to sacrifice their personal happiness for others that should be respected, I would admire and grieve for anyone strong enough in their beliefs to make that choice. But nobody should ever force or impose such expectations on someone who is unable to do so (like Anakin), any more than one should expect the blind to see.

[gaily-daily-musings]

Below is a sequel snippet to my obikin step brothers fic here (x). Keep in mind it's just a draft and not fully fleshed out!

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Quinlan is back in town. It's been a while. Obi-Wan is happy to see his friend of course but he's not happy that it's coming on the tail end of his divorce. Quinlan has been very vocal about wanting them separate for quite a few years now. It's not a coincidence he's visiting now that Obi-Wan is “single” again.

Quin insists they go out for drinks. Obi-Wan can't think up a good enough excuse to avoid it. Also he genuinely does want to see Quinlan despite knowing what was coming.

They meet up and only get to talk and catch up for about 10 minutes before a woman comes up to their table. Quinlan grins. He introduces her to Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan is not amused.

Apparently Sarah had not known Obi-Wan was unaware she was coming. But he can't blame her for assuming the other half of her blind date would know about her. He kicks Quinlan under the table. It may be uncouth and a little juvenile but he can't seem to care at the moment. Anakin was rubbing off on him.

After some light, awkward banter Sarah leaves to go to the bathroom. He immediately rounds upon his so called best friend.

“I told you I was uninterested!” Obi-Wan hisses the second she's out of ear shot.

“Look I know you, Kenobi! You'd rather stew in your own misery than get up off your ass! Satine wasn't good for you and you refused to see it! I know exactly what you like! Sarah is the full package!”

Before he can respond he sees movement at the other end of the bar. It's Anakin. He's coming towards them with a reluctant Rex in tow behind him. Obi-Wan braces himself. He knew he shouldn't have told Anakin where he was going but the man would have thrown an absolute fit if he'd just disappeared on him. Besides, Anakin already knew Quinlan was in town and there was only one bar Obi-Wan liked to frequent.

“Oh hey! Fancy meeting you guys here!” Anakin says in a strained voice looking zero percent surprised to see them.

Rex looks at the floor in distraught.

“How's the date going?”

Obi-Wan frowns. How did he–? He looks at Quinlan who sighs loudly.

“That's what I get for asking your kid brother for blind date suggestions.”

Good lord.

Sarah comes back and Anakin introduces himself. He shakes her hand long and hard, squeezing tightly.

He forces Obi-Wan to scoot over and sits beside him with Rex on the end. Sarah sits beside Quinlan looking confused.

Anakin orders some drinks and starts getting drunk. Absolutely wasted. He slides closer to Obi-Wan who is trapped between Anakin and the wall. They still aren't out publicly. Just Anakin's friends knew about them.

At some point Anakin gets up to do some karaoke. Obi-Wan taps in the tabletop with nervous fingers.

Quinlan leans across the table. “Okay seriously, Rex get Anakin out of here! He's killing the vibe!”

“I can take him home!” Obi-Wan offers.

Quinlan frowns. “No! He found his way here and he can find his way back!”

Sarah looks uncomfortable. On stage Anakin is singing a love song loudly and quiet badly. He’s looking straight at Obi-Wan.

Sarah, to the surprise of no one, announces she has to get home and stands up to leave. Quinlan glares at Anakin. So much for being a good wingman.

Anakin comes to sit back down. He's found another drink and is chugging it.

“Alright I think that's enough.” Obi-Wan takes the glass and sets it down. “We should probably just head back–”

“You're leaving?!” Anakin looks horrified, suddenly on the verge of tears. “Please don't take her home! She won't fit in our bed!”

“She's already gone, Anakin! I'm not taking anyone home except you!”

Obi-Wan stands and cradles the now crying Anakin.

“I'll see you later Quin.”

Quinlan watches them go. He looks back at Rex.

“Okay don't take this the wrong way, but I think Anakin wants to fuck Obi-Wan.”

Rex takes a shot.

-

(Padme, 3 years ago)

“Where's Jessica?”

Anakin shrugs. “Dunno.”

“I thought you were bringing her?”

“We broke up,” he says unbothered.

“When?”

“Like…” he checks his phone. “20 minutes ago.”

Padme sighs. Typical Anakin behavior.

“Please don't tell me you did it over text again.”

Anakin blinks. He says nothing.

“You would think living with Obi-Wan would teach you some manners.” She shakes her head.

“Hey, I have manners!” Anakin collapses onto her dorm couch. He grabs an open bag of chips and starts eating them, getting crumbs everywhere. She rolls her eyes.

“I don't know how he puts up with you. If you kept bringing girls into my home every other week I'd have already kicked you out.”

“Jealous?” He wiggles his eyebrows. Unfortunately he still looks very handsome despite it all. Curse his beautiful face.

Padme doesn't deign that with a reply. It was too stupid.

“Anyway, I dont bring them over all the time,” Anakin says. “Only sometimes. Plus I have to put up with Satine so fair is fair.”

“Putting up with someone's wife and a parade of women are two very different things.”

“How so?”

Padme throws up her hands. “You're impossible!”

“You love me!”

(Present day)

As Anakin's oldest friend Padme knows his longest relationship lasted 4 months. It's been 11 now. Almost a year. Obi-Wan and Anakin argue as much as they always have. But now there's an underlying sexual tension that unnerves everyone who is caught in the vicinity.

Still, Anakin seems unbearably happy in a way she's never witnessed. He never truly took interest in any of his partners' hobbies or personalities. He talks about Obi-Wan even when he isn't there. Even though she doesn't get it, and perhaps never will, she's glad that he's happy at least.

It's crazy to think their friendship managed to survive. But Anakin was always good at groveling and it's not like Padme had been unaware of his reputation. She blamed him for what happened as much as herself.

All she wants now is for the chance to find someone as obsessed with her as those two clearly are for each other.

-

Bail runs into Obi-Wan at Whole Foods in the produce section. He greets him warmly. The other man was wearing a tight, maroon shirt which isn't necessarily odd but Bail was used to seeing him in button downs and sweaters.

The Organa’s are not gossipers but given that the wedding venue had been their house, it was hard to not want to pry into what had happened. To this day his wife doesn't seem convinced by the “just wanting to be friends” excuse. They all knew of Anakin's reputation. Plus, whenever they saw Padme in church after those first few weeks she would refuse to speak or look in Obi-Wan's direction. It didn't make any sense. Bail refused to ask though so they left it at that.

As they chat, Anakin comes up and throws cheetos and captain crunch cereal into the cart. He has a white shirt tied around his waist and a sucker in his mouth. Obi-Wan frowns and looks into the cart.

“Those are terrible for you.”

“I like snacks.” Anakin says around the lollipop.

“Then snack on some grapes or saltines!”

“Just because everything goes to your hips doesn't mean it goes to mine!”

Obi-Wan looks pointedly down at his waist. “I don't know you've been getting a little thicker lately.”

Anakin gapes. His brows turn down in indignation. There's an energy between them that Bail has only felt once before on the single game night he'd attended with the two before it got canceled indefinitely. It's an uncomfortable sort of tension that has him stepping back.

“I’ll uh…see you around Obi-Wan…” He hurries away, wondering what the hell that was about.

20 minutes later in the checkout aisle he spots Obi-Wan and Anakin in the lane across from him. They're still arguing. But Anakin is smirking and keeps looking at Obi-Wan's chin. Wait no. Not his chin his mouth. He's looking at his mouth. Obi-Wan angrily swipes the sucker out between Anakin's lips and chomps down on it.

“Sir?”

Bail startles, realizing it was his turn. He looks away from the duo and checks out. He's beginning to suspect why the wedding was called off.

-

Karate class

Yoda has been instructing the local community for 46 years now. Obi-Wan Kenobi is a top student. When he introduced his step brother 2 years ago it was quite the challenge. But Yoda delighted in challenges. The rowdy young Skywalker had truly blossomed. They were both top students in his class now. When they worked together they were nearly undefeated. He's quite proud.

But something has changed in the last few months. A closeness that defied the bond they previously had. It had evolved into something he didn't quite recognize at first. But after months of quiet observation it's finally become clear what has happened.

Truthfully it was none of his business what his students did when they went home. But he was definitely going to gossip to Mace about it after class today.

(He will be surprised to learn Father Mace knew since day one. Obi-Wan often came to confessional to confess his traitorous feelings for someone other than his wife. He did not ever speak the mysterious man's name but it was rather obvious from Mace's point of view. A young man with “sinful lips” a “sultry smile” and “messy bed hair that always looked ravaged” because of all the relations he was having with various women.

Father Mace has been living in hell for years and had Doubts™ when Anakin asked him to officiate his wedding with Padme. Obikin getting together has saved him from the daily confessions but at what cost????)

[virahaus]

How about a "my big fat greek wedding" obikin au or how I'm gonna call it the "my big fat tatooine wedding" au

Anakin has a big extended family and when he starts his relationship with the much older than him Obiwan he just knows how much grief his family is gonna give him.

Just the thought of calm, reserved Obi-Wan, an only child with only Qui-Gon as his father and few close friends, who likes to spend his evenings reading, getting thrown in the chaos of Anakin's big and loud extended family once they get serious. After the engagement Obiwan goes over to Anakin's house to officially meet everyone and gets smothered in noise and people lmao

Anakin's family includes Shimi and Cliegg, his step father, and step brother Owen, with his wife Beru and infant child, his adopted sister Ahsoka and her boyfriend rex who tends to bring his numerous cousins over, their dog treepio and the cat artoo, plus Anakin's childhood friend kitster and Padmé with her fiance Sabe, his college friend Aayla who tend to just drop by their house at any given opportunity. His great aunt Jocasta who comes and goes just to scold them all about their education and his great grandfather Yoda who nobody knows exactly how old he is.

They have so many family traditions, one more bizzarre than the other, and Obi-Wan just tries to go with the flow and perhaps escape the shovel talk from everyone in the family.

Also Anakin needing to be comforted by Obi-Wan because of the insecurity of being too much, and Obi-Wan saying that he'd rather be with him than be in his silent and calm apartment 🥺🥺

[bunnywan]

step brother! obikin brain rot

the age gap must remain tho. obi-wan as the aloof never around older step brother … anakin with his ever present mix of hero worship and resentment. maybe anakin gets into college around wherever obi-wan fucked off to, and until he gets his living situation figured out obi-wan lets him stay with him.

and then they touch tongues <3

[tennessoui]

Professor-can-fuck-me wedding ficlet? (◉‿◉)

so i realized after receiving this ask that i don't think i've ever actually written a obikin wedding ficlet for any of my aus or fics and i don't want my first wedding ficlet to be this au unfortunately, so no can do but here's 1.6k of wedding adjacent fic (bachelor party)

(1.6k)

“Hi Professor,” Rex greets the moment Obi-Wan opens the door.

And really, he appreciates the boy’s desire to show respect—even though he never even took Obi-Wan’s class—but this is hardly the time or place for such decorum.

“Rex,” Obi-Wan acknowledges, rubbing at his eye with the palm of his hand before blinking at him and then down to his watch. “Good god, man. It’s three in the morning, what are you doing here?”

Then another thought occurs to him. 

“Wait,” he says, “where’s Anakin?”

Rex throws a thumb over his shoulder. “My brothers are getting him out of the car right now. I decided to come up here and tell you first, to prepare you and such.”

Obi-Wan’s stomach drops; his heart rate speeds up. “Prepare me for what? What’s wrong with him?”

Are his palms sweaty? Is his voice high? His grip on the door tightens. Logically, he knows that Anakin’s friend would not bring Anakin home so casually if he were hurt. Logically, he understands that if Anakin were to be injured, Obi-Wan would receive a call from the hospital upon his check-in, or the police if he had died, or Rex in the teary moments after. His friends would not just—knock on Obi-Wan’s door at three in the morning and then dump Anakin’s corpse on his doorstep.

Logically Obi-Wan knows all of that. But he has never been a very logical man when it comes to Anakin Skywalker. If he were, they’d probably not be where they are right now anyway—living together after five months together, engaged after six, married around eight.

Hell, they wouldn’t be in a relationship at all most probably, given the fact that when they met, Anakin was Obi-Wan’s student. And when Anakin kissed him for the first time, Anakin was—well. He was still his student. And when Obi-Wan kissed him for the first time, Anakin was…perhaps ten seconds free from being his student.

So he’s never been logical about Anakin, not really. And while a part of him knows and understands that if something had seriously gone wrong on Anakin’s bachelor night, scant days before their wedding, the man would have enough tact to find a better way to break the news than whatever this is.

But he’s old and overly emotional and high-strung when it comes to his wayward fiancé. And so his pulse is hammering and his palms are sweaty. And he is waiting with baited breath for Rex Amidala to tell him what has happened to him.

Because—because if something has happened, then Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan does not know what he would do. Who he would become. How he would continue to—to continue, after, in a world after.

“He’s, well. He’s very—uh,” Rex rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “He’s—”

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin cries, much too loudly for the quiet stillness of their apartment’s hallway. “Obi-Wan, hi, baby!” 

Obi-Wan’s head snaps to look at his wayward fiancé, who is currently half dragging and half being dragged by a very reluctant looking Cody Fett and an entirely too entertained Jesse Fett. 

“Drunk,” Rex finishes. “He’s really, really drunk, Professor.”

“Ah,” Obi-Wan says, stepping over the threshold of his door to catch Anakin the moment the other man decides to rip himself away from his handlers and fall into Obi-Wan’s arms. “Perhaps lead with that next time, Mr. Amidala.” 

Anakin rubs his face over the front of Obi-Wan’s sleepshirt. “So soft,” he mumbles, repeating the action. When his lips find the skin of Obi-Wan’s neck, he makes a quiet sound of happiness and presses a kiss there. Then he bites.

“Okay,” Obi-Wan decides. “I’ll take it from here, you three. Thank you for getting him home in one piece.”

“If he throws up, you have to tell us,” Jesse says, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall opposite the door.

“Oh?” Obi-Wan’s eyebrow arches up as he tries to imply with one syllable and a single movement that he is a forty-two year old man who does not have to tell these college-faced twats anything unless he wants to.

“Ani’s been giving me shit about throwing up over his shoes during my bachelor’s party since it happened,” Rex says. “Fair’s fair.”

“But I haven’t yet!” Anakin slurs, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck as he nuzzles farther into him. “And you put me in the car and then gave me shots and made it go really fast in circles and I haven’t yet!”

Obi-Wan gives Rex an incredulous look over Anakin’s head. The other man has the shame at least to look slightly sheepish.

“Good night, all,” Obi-Wan says, stepping as smoothly as he can back into his apartment. “We’ll see you at the wedding.”

If his fiancé survives the rest of the night and, presumably, the hangover to follow.

When the door closes, Anakin sags even more into Obi-Wan’s arms. “I missed you so much,” Anakin mumbles. His lips stay against the skin of his neck, and the feeling would be quite distracting if Obi-Wan wasn’t so reluctantly amused at the moment.

“You are very drunk,” he tells him, detaching himself enough to more easily walk and pull Anakin from the doorway through their apartment. “Bedtime for bachelors.”

“I missed you so much, so I thought maybe I could drink extra fast and then they’d let me come home early,” Anakin explains, eyes only partially held open.

“And how did that work out?” Obi-Wan asks, depositing Anakin onto their bed and kneeling on the floor to untie his boots.

“Mm,” Anakin says, flopping onto his back. He giggles for some reason unknown to those sober in the room, and wriggles his toes in an approximation of help. “Not good. They just bought me more.”

“Oh, my heart goes out for you, darling,” Obi-Wan murmurs, placing the first boot on the floor and tackling the second. “You must suffer so much because your friends are very nice and bought you drinks during your bachelor’s party.”

“Uh huh,” Anakin slurs. “Knew you’d understand. Hey–hey, did you miss me too?” Obi-Wan had had a very nice and quiet night, nursing a scotch by the fireplace and grading papers. He’d warmed up a leftover serving of a mince pie and served himself a piece of apple galette for dessert. And yet— “Yes, of course,” he says. “Though I am glad you had fun.”

“It was fun,” his fiancé agrees and then yawns. “Not as fun as the wedding’s gonna be though.” His fingers run to the buttons of his shirt and start tugging at them. Obi-Wan sighs, shifts, and stands to help him in this as well. “I can’t wait to marry you,” Anakin adds.

He looks so earnest and open, rosy cheeks and glassy eyes and shirt half-done. He’s going to be the world’s biggest pain in Obi-Wan’s ass tomorrow when the hangover really hits him. And Obi-Wan is going to take care of him through all of it. 

Practice for the rest of their lives. The wedding rehearsal he hadn’t known was on the docket. 

Still, his mouth turns up at the corner as he smiles, reaching out to brush aside Anakin’s hair. “I cannot wait to be married to you as well,” he murmurs.

Anakin closes his eyes and grins sleepily, drunkenly. “And I’ll get to be added to your insurance which is real good, cause I don’t have a job.”

“Brat,” Obi-Wan scolds, tugging at the end of his hair. “Is that the only reason you’re marrying me?”

“Yeah,” his fiancé says. “But it really helps that I’ve also been completely obsessed with you since, like, the second class of the year.”

Obi-Wan purses his lips, strangely touched. Sober, Anakin doesn’t always like to talk about the very beginnings of their relationship, as if he thinks should they discuss it enough, Obi-Wan may realize he’s made a terrible mistake in taking up with one of his undergraduate students. 

To be fair to him, it is a terrible mistake, and one that Obi-Wan is fully aware of already. And what Anakin probably doesn’t know is that no amount of discussion will sway Obi-Wan from the path he’s decided to walk.

“Only the second class?” he asks, settling onto the bed next to Anakin. “Should I be offended?” “I skipped the first one,” Anakin mutters, turning his face into his thigh and nudging at him until he begins to pet at Anakin’s hair. “Hooked up with a girl from my first period instead.”

Obi-Wan tugs rather rudely on his hair at this.

“But then, you were there during the second class,” Anakin says, though Obi-Wan thinks maybe the more accurate statement would be I was there during the second class, considering Obi-Wan had to be there. As he was the professor.

Obi-Wan hums and restarts his soothing petting.

“And that was it,” Anakin sighs, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s covered thigh. “You were it for me. And I’m really glad I’m it for you too or I would be really, really, really sad, and I’ve been really, really, really happy for ages now.”

“I’ve been happy too,” Obi-Wan confesses, shifting himself to lie down, facing Anakin. “I—”

He wants to say I thought about losing you today, for real and forever, and it hurt me inconceivably. Or, you mean so much to me that I missed you when you were away, and even though there was a fire in the fireplace, it felt cold all through our home. Or, it took me longer to love you, but I do and I do, and I do.

But when he looks down at Anakin’s expression, it’s to find that the man has managed to fall asleep between one breath and the next.

But, well. They have time for Obi-Wan’s I do’s later. In fact, they’ve put aside a whole day for it.

[hannibalzero]

Retirement

Obikin 🐰⭐️🐰⭐️🐰

Han Solo walked out into the landing pad. “Hey! Buddy! You can’t park here! You listening?” He called out before recognizing the ship.

“Klark…”

Chewbacca growled in agreement.

“You said it buddy.” Han agreed walking over to the ship as the landing stared stairs folded out. As the metal door opened. “Hello In-laws.” Han greeted the couple.

“Solo…” Anakin greeted, age had mellowed out the once wild child of the force. He had aged like everyone did but his age seemed to match his once master, Obi-wan was holding Anakin’s arm as they made it down the steps.

They moved as a unit now.

“Hello there..” Obi-wan greeted, age had treated Obi-wan well it seemed. Still as handsome as could be along with Anakin.

“Hey, didn’t Leia ask you both not to be plotting? We would have sent you tickets for a space cruser.” Han pointed as he spoke.

“Oh…did she?” Obi-wan asked in fake surprise.

“Keep pointing at him smuggler, I’ll cut that finger off.” Anakin growled before rolling his eyes. “I don’t like being crowed.” Anakin hated Han Solo.

“Merchant.” Han corrected

Leia could have done so much better. Yet she went for the scruffy loudmouth man with a wookie best friend. Shame really, Anakin had liked that singer that leia dated with his twin brother. (Blues brothers joke!)

Least those men were driven and proud of their work and treated Leia like an empress. Like she deserved.

“Now, where is Ben? I’m sure he’s exited to see us and Lukes new family.” Obi-wan asked “he had a new baby, Rey is her name. Then adopted his husbands son Grogu. It’s so nice to have everyone together.” Obi-wan asked

Han wished for death at this moment…

In-laws sucked.

[riduurburton]

Thanks for the tag @dark--whisperings! I'll admit, I have literally never posted anything except, maybe, a link to a fic. But, here goes--

WIP FOLDER GAME

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I'll break them up by currently writing/maybe I'll get to it someday:

(Side note, they are ALL obikin, because I can only focus on one ship at a time)

Currently writing:

Blank Space AU (I call it this, but it's 'close the blinds and kill the birds', two chapters up on AO3. I know where it's going...ish, but it's definitely a WIP!)

Flashpoint AU

Step-brothers age switch

Maybe I'll get to it someday:

Phantom Menace, switch Padme and Obi-Wan

Foreign Exchange Student

Saved from a bad date

All in the family (Father-in-law/son-in/law)

Writing all this, I have two with a pseudo-incesty vibe. Don't judge me.

I'm never on Tumblr and don't actually talk to many people, so I'm just tagging @ineffable-snowman.

[teaandjumpers]

Obikin Clueless AU WIP

He struggled with the tiny, delicate buttons on Anakin’s shirt, and, in a fit of impatience, he grabbed the button-down from both sides and tore it open. 

“I'll buy you a new one,” said Obi-Wan, not really caring, desperate to get his hands on Anakin’s warm, sun-kissed skin. 

“The designer had it custom made for me,” Anakin whined. “In Italy,” he added with a pout.

“Then I’ll buy you their entire line,” said Obi-Wan, speaking the words against the heated curve of Anakin’s neck.

“I’ll buy you their flagship store. I’ll fly them out and have them make you ten new ones.” 

Would he really?

He was usually so frugal, unwilling to pay for unnecessary expenses, making sure each Christmas gift was practical and could be used more than once. 

But the way Anakin blushed at his words, a soft pink coloring his cheeks as he glanced down shyly, made Obi-Wan think, yes, he would do that and more.

- - - -

Read the first two chapters here!

[dreaminghour]

Hot for Teacher (2395 words) by dreaminghour

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

Series: Part 3 of Obikin Step-Brothers AU

No Archive Warnings Apply, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Pseudo-Incest, Step-Sibling Incest, Sexual Tension, Angst, Podfic Welcome, Professor Obi-Wan Kenobi, Public Display of Affection, Developing Relationship

Anakin sneaks into Obi-Wan's lecture and things escalate…

Thank you for reading ♡ fic log → @dreaminghour-archive

[ao3feed-obikin]

Daddy's Sleeping

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49332265 by dreaminghour When Anakin crawls into his step-brother's bed, Obi-Wan just wants to know where their father is before he takes his baby brother apart. Words: 1762, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of A Family Affair: QuiAni + Obikin Incest Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Step-Sibling Incest, Sloppy Seconds, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Possessive Sex, Background Step-Parent Incest, Background Qui-Gon/Anakin read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49332265

[gaily-daily-musings]

(This is an extended epilogue of sorts to my reverse age obikin fic “As long As You Love Me” set like a year after the end. It can work as a stand-alone. You do not need to read the fic to understand this but I recommend it)

Luke wanders into the grocery store. His mother had sent his father and Obi-Wan to get some more things for Christmas dinner and had forgotten to add cranberry sauce to the list. She'd tried texting Anakin but he didn't respond or pick up. She then tried texting Obi-Wan but when she saw his razr phone left forgotten on the counter she gave up and asked Luke to go after them. What was the point of all these brand new cell phones if nobody answered them?

Padme didn't want Anakin to come all the way back to the house only to have to turn around and leave again. Lord knows he would be mad about it and make it everyone else's problem. And so off Luke went.

He heads inside looking for the cranberries. He passes by the aisles trying to figure out where they were. Would it be the canned food aisle or the fruit aisle? He hopes they aren't out of stock. He'll have to try the other Walmart across town if they are and he really didn't want to make that drive.

Luke passes by the snacks and stops dead. He blinks, recentering his reality. Then he takes a step back and peers into the aisle once more.

There he was. His best friend since high school. Obi-Wan was standing there facing the food and examining the products. A man was pressed against his back, hands wrapped around Obi-Wan's middle as he kissed his neck.

Luke swallows. He knew that man too.

Obi-Wan looks annoyed trying to flick Anakin off like a fly. Anakin chuckles and bites his shoulder. Obi-Wan sighs, clearly exasperated but fond nonetheless.

As if someone else were controlling him, Luke takes out his razr phone (a present for his 22nd birthday) and calls his father. He sees Anakin pause. Sees him take it out of his back pocket and look at the screen. Then he watches as Anakin shoves it back into his pocket and goes back to draping himself around Obi-Wan.

“Who was that?”

“Luke.”

“What if it's important?”

“He can wait,” he kisses Obi-Wan's neck again.

Luke leaves the store and forgets the cranberry sauce.

-

“I don't think dad likes me as much as Obi-Wan.”

Leia stares at her brother incredulously. Anyone with eyes could see their father adored Luke. He'd stopped trying with Leia after she'd made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him. Their mother may have made peace with the man but Leia refused to give him the time of day.

Second of all, she hadn't realized Obi-Wan and Anakin had remained close after all these years. They'd lived together only briefly after Obi-Wan's mother died, leaving him no other place else to go. It made sense in hindsight that they'd bond in such a short time. Obi-Wan had lost his mother around the same as Anakin had. But still, that was years ago. And Obi-Wan had only recently started showing up for the holidays again.

“And how would you know that?” She asks instead of all the other things she thinks of saying.

Luke shrugs. “Just a feeling. He never lets me visit him at the house anymore, you know? He only ever comes to us.”

Leia scrunches her nose. What did that even mean? “What and he lets Obi-Wan visit? Did he tell you that or something?”

Luke bites his lip. Should he say something? He doesn't talk to Obi-Wan very much. Not as often as they used to anyway. It had started in high school after they broke up and Obi-Wan's mother died. They'd remained friends, but something had changed after that. They would have the occasional phone call but it wasn't the same. He still liked to refer to Obi-Wan as his best friend, but the truth was that they weren't anymore. Friendly? Yes. But not inseparable in the way they used to be. Too many years apart. He felt more like a distant cousin at this point than anything else.

“Just…I don't know,” he sighs. He'd just wanted to vent was all.

Han, who had been quietly listening in this whole time, finally breaks. “You guys remember a couple years ago that vacation we took to the beach?”

“Yeah?”

“I may have, uh, seen something? I wasn't sure if I was maybe misinterpreting it or just seeing things.”

Leia grows weary. First Luke and now Han? “What did you see?” she asks slowly.

Han rubs his head. “Look, it was late and very dark alright? I woke up and was hungry so I decided to get a snack from the vending machine. When I came back down the hallway I thought I saw Obi-Wan knocking on your dad’s door.”

“Did he go in?” Luke asks, his voice quiet and small.

“He did.” Han looks troubled. “I mean, Obi-Wan always seemed like a really put together guy. He wouldn't go to your dad's room that late unless it was an emergency right?”

Luke frowns. He normally roomed with Obi-Wan on vacations. He remembers waking up that morning and finding Obi-Wan in the other bed sound asleep. Like he'd never left. What kind of emergency was it that he didn't tell anyone else and then went right back to bed?

Leia is chewing her lip. The air is tense with something unspoken.

“Luke…what exactly did you see at the store?”

Luke looks at her and then back down. He picks at the carpet on the floor. Her eyes narrow in suspicion.

“What. Happened?”

Luke feels like he's somehow betraying Obi-Wan. But if Han and Leia already suspected then what was the point of keeping quiet?

“I…”

How long had this been going on? Had the beach vacation been the first time? Because if not that would mean it would have had to be before Obi-Wan went off to college. Back when he was still living with their dad.

The front door opens.

“We're home!”

“Finally!” Padme calls from the kitchen. “You were gone a long time!”

The three of them pop out to eavesdrop.

“Traffic was bad,” Anakin replies with a shrug.

“Well Luke came back just fine!”

There's a horrible pause. Luke stiffens.

“What do you mean?”

“I sent Luke after you two! I forgot about the cranberry sauce and he offered to go. He said they were out. Did you not see him?”

“Guess not.”

Luke eases back inside the door. He looks at Leia's worried expression and Hans's concerned one. He sighs in defeat. Did it really need to be said?

-

“For the record I didn't actually say anything,” Luke says to Obi-Wan and Anakin currently sitting on the couch.

“You didn't have to,” Leia replies angrily, her steely gaze locked onto their father.

Obi-Wan looks cornered, wanting to run. Anakin looks guarded, ready to fight.

“We're not dating,” Anakin insists.

“Fuck buddies then! Whatever you call it!”

Luke winces. She could be relentless when she wanted to be.

Their mother and step-father were currently out enjoying a movie. Luke has never been so glad that Din couldn't come this year. Something about visiting Grogu’s mother and her family.

Anakin makes a face. “No.”

“Oh really?” Leia puts her hands on her hips. It was her battle stance, learnt from their mother.

Anakin folds his arms with an exaggerated movement. It's then she catches sight of the gold on Anakin's hand. She pales. Leia looks at Obi-Wan in shock.

Obi-Wan is completely red faced. The jig was up. He pulls out the ring he wears on a chain around his neck as Anakin switches his ring from his middle finger to his ring finger.

“We're not fuck buddies. We're married,” her father clarifies, in case it wasn't obvious.

Han looks at Luke. The younger man was very, very quiet. It was a weird enough situation for him and Leia, but he can't imagine what it must be like for Luke. To have your best friend, that you briefly dated once, become your other new step-dad. He grimaces.

No one knows how to respond to that. Not even to say a weak congratulations.

Well, at least that explained why their father never let them come over to the house anymore. It would have been hard to explain why Obi-Wan was living there.

Luke stands. “I think I'm gonna go to my room.”

They watch him leave. Leia stands as well. She does say anything she just follows. Han sits there across from the pair. He awkwardly clears his throat and waves a hand after the twins. “I'm, uh…yeah…” He leaves the room quickly.

Obi-Wan looks over at Anakin. “That could have gone better.”

[coline7373]

Not Obikin, but still Anakin and all he never said to Obi-Wan (the sand people, Padme, how he feels himself slipping, half-a-step away from a Fall).

And Obi-Wan. ("You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you." Dude. You couldn't say so, very plainly, in those words, years ago?)

Those two need to talk so bad.

Also, I loooove romantic trope made not-romantic. That is how you subvert expectations (*cough*sequels*cough*).

Gen/platonic ftw! 🎉👏💖👍

I think that more fanfiction should be written with the aim to tackle the original meaning of hanahaki. Because when the concept of hanahaki disease was originally created, it was intended to be a metaphor for suppressing one’s feelings.

Your feelings are this beautiful garden of flora inside of your chest. When you express how you feel honestly, you allow for it to grow freely. But when you hide how you feel out of fear of rejection, and try to make it smaller and smaller, the flowers become cramped inside of you, until you choke on your own feelings. Every flower you cough up is something you’ve felt, but refused to say.

The whole “dying” thing is intended to be more symbolic especially. You’re killing off bits and pieces of yourself and how you feel, because you’re afraid to express yourself.

It’s not really supposed to be, “The one I love doesn’t love me back, and I’m dying from it.” Rather, it’s more along the lines of, “Repressing your emotions is bad for you, and it’s better and healthier to express them freely, even when it’s scary.”

Which is to say that, one, the cure for the disease should be telling the person that you are in love with how you feel. How the other person feels about the person afflicted should have nothing to do with it, as the trope is meant to be about feeling your emotions unapologetically.

And that, two, it’s not an inherently romantic trope. Obviously, it has romantic applications, but it can be written for any situation where a character is hiding how they truly feel. This can include a refusal to address a specific trauma, a desire to indulge in something that they’re ashamed of, and even really practical things, like wanting to ask one’s boss for a higher position.

Although (as an aromantic person myself) I don’t agree with this conclusion about the trope, this application would also avoid people calling it arophobic. When the thing killing the character is a refusal to be honest with themselves, rather than an unrequited love, it’s on nobody’s hands but their own to save their life.

There are a ton of ways that this interpretation of the hanahaki disease could be applied in new and interesting ways in fanfiction, and I’d love to read what things people could come up with!

[intermundia]

Can you list the season/episode numbers so I can watch the top 5 gayest obikin moments with captions please for my deaf ass to know how gay they are being lol

of course! in order the clips are:

attack of the clones — bossy obi-wan and breathy "master"s

2003 clone wars vol 1 (near the end when anakin just came back from fighting ventress on yavin) — even bossier obi-wan and himbo anakin in rags

season 2, episode 16 — "two steps forward actually kissing it" and "slow down and do what i tell you" + bratty anakin pouting

season 1, episode 4 — "everything i know i learned from you" and "if only that were true"

season 1, episode 18 — the inherent homoeroticism of putting something in some else's backpack while they are wearing it lmao

season 2, episode 3 — touchy touchy touchy touchy

season 2, episode 5 — "come now" obi-wan says, flirting at a briefing until luminara calls them on it, later in the episode anakin's love language is acts of service

season 2, episode 17 — bickering in front of ahsoka until she calls them on it

season 4, episode 15 — anakin losing his cool when obi-wan dies and obi-wan doing it "because everyone knows how close they are"

2003 clone wars vol 2 (about midway through before they head to nelvaan and anakin goes into the cave) — just brothers in arms teasing laughing enjoying each other's company, a fond joke from obi-wan about anakin's proclivity for violence etc.

revenge of the sith — flying in perfect synchronicity and anakin choosing the gayest way to try to kill obi-wan possible

kenobi series, episode 5 — "because all he'll see is me"

lmao @ my "top 5" but like listen do you know how hard it was to narrow it down to THESE out of just like so many options of them being them lmao so many options

[captain039]

PART 5 Tastes like heaven (maybe last part)

Werewolf!alpha!Obi wan x omega!human!reader x alpha/omega!vampire!Anakin

Obikin

Warnings: vampire things, ABO, werewolf things, light gore, possessiveness, sexual, smut, threesome, poly couple, mentions of needles, oral f receiving, hand jobs, filth, utter filth

Last part <-

You awoke to a disturbance radiating around you. You awoke as did the two men beside you, confusion on their faces as they stood and gathered their clothes.

“What’s going on?” You asked grabbing your clothes too ignoring your heat.

“Stay here” Anakin said reaching out, his lightsaber going to his hand. You huffed doing the same reaching out to the force, your own lightsaber hit your palm and you held it. Obi-Wan looked skeptical but there was yelling outside.

“Stay close” your master said as Anakin went to protest. You all left your room, you could feel the pang of deaths everywhere. Younglings we’re running out of the main hall, The clones chasing after them, shooting-

Your eyes were wide at the echo of Palpatines voice.

“Execute order 66”

You paled as did the two jedi by you.

“Where’s the council!?” You called over the mass cries.

“I don’t know, help the younglings I’ll see about the masters” Obi-Wan said rushing off. You panicked but knew he would be ok as you rushed towards the clones attacking the younglings. You were ignoring the pain, the over amount of heat flooding your body. You were exhausting quickly as you stood in front of a group of younglings. Anakin had gotten separated from you at some point but you could feel him in the force.

“You’re in heat” one of the clones said and you glared lifting him up and throwing him against a wall.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t do anything” you gritted through your teeth. You felt someone behind you, watching the clones tense and take a step back as Anakin stood by you.

“Why’re you doing this?!” You yelled feeling small hands hold your pants tightly.

“The time of the sith is now” you heard Palpatines voice echo again and panicked, you couldn’t see him. You and Anakin cut down the clones before making your way to the ships. An explosion rang out in front of you, knocking the wind out of you as you shielded the younglings best you could. You looked to Anakin worried before you felt your masters force shut off. You both went pale, you tried to reach out and call desperately for him.

“Go find him!” You yelled to Anakin who disappeared quickly with his vampire speed.

“Ok, everyone come on” you said as the younglings continued to follow you through the slowly collapsing temple. You could hear fire outside, shits hitting the temple. You had a clone stop in front of you, your lightsaber ready before he held his hands up and took his helmet off.

“Rex?!” You said and he nodded shooting down one of his brothers.

“Rex? What’s-“ he grabbed your hand and ducked you away, the younglings coming with you.

“I’m sorry Y/n, the clones were already being taken over by Chancellor Palpatine, I had to play along in order not to get killed, but when I was deployed here I sought General Skywalker out however, I haven’t found him” Rex explained.

“Some of my brothers have younglings protected in the lower levels away from the fight” he added and you nodded mind clouded.

“Worse timing” you mumbled clutching his hand.

“I’m sorry” he said and you smiled shaking your head.

“It’s not your fault Rex you’re a soldier a good one at that” you said assuringly.

“Anakin’s gone to get Obi-Wan, his force was cut off suddenly” you said worried.

“He’ll be alright” Rex said with confidence.

“For now I suggest we take the younglings down to the lower levels” he said and you nodded.

Getting to the lower levels was difficult, pushing through clones, people you fought beside in great battles. Rex led you down to a sealed room knocking in a rhythm before it slid open. You looked in relief like he said some of his brothers were protecting the younglings. You urged the ones you saved in and felt relieved, but unsure how long they could stay here.

“It’s not going to be safe here forever” you said to captain Rex.

“I’m aware, one of our ships is situated near by the docking bay, north ways” he said pointing.

“Ok, ok I’ll try and clear a path” you sighed leaning against the wall holding your stomach. You felt disgusting covered in sweat.

“General you’re in no condition to fight” another clone spoke.

“I’m fine” you gritted out pushing forward. Anakin reached out to you and you reached back letting him know you were ok. You cut through clones, dodging their bullets and clearing a path. However red blades ignited and suddenly some siths had joined you. You saw captain Rex guiding his team and rescues out but you stared in horror as they were cut down by a swift red blade. A vampire sith by the way they moved. You felt death after death and fell to your knees.

“Such a shame” you heard a woman’s voice.

“Pretty little omega” she added behind you, hand on your head lacing her fingers through your damp hair.

“Prime in heat” she chuckled.

“Nobody-“ her words were cut off by a choking noise and you glanced seeing a blue saber through her chest. She collapsed, Anakin standing their with red eyes and a glare. You stood quickly hugging him tightly, he sighed holding one arm around you, nuzzling into your neck. You felt Obi-Wan again a large sandy coloured wolf standing by you bright gold eyes. You sighed in relief resting your hand on his head feeling the soft fur.

“We need to get out of here now” Anakin said and you nodded readying your light saber after letting him go.

Watching the Coruscant in space slowly get smaller and smaller made your heart clench. You had barely made it out alive, the ship was barely holding itself together. Obi-Wan sat in the passenger side in nothing but his robe, blood on his face. Anakin looked the same beaten and bruised but healing quickly. You sat on the bed, body aching, you laid down clutching the blanket tightly. The ship jumped into hyperspace before slowing again. You heard Anakin and Obi-Wan muttering to each other before Obi-Wan stood. He came over kneeling by your bed fingers brushing your hair back.

You closed your eyes feeling tears in them and your master sighed sadly kissing your hand.

“We need a safe place to go she can’t stay here” Obi-Wan said.

“I’m aware” Anakin was tense, speaking rarely his eyes still blood red. You sat up slowly and Obi-Wan protested but you shot him a look and went to your other alpha. Anakin spun around in his chair, jolting, wanting to say something before you held him tightly against you. You rested his head on your chest one hand running through his hair the other on his shoulder. He relaxed with a defeated sigh and wrapped his arms around you tightly. He pulled you closer between his legs and you felt him shake. Obi-Wan looked to you brokenly before Anakin reached out for him. He joined putting his hand on Anakin’s other shoulder and one around you.

“We will survive” Obi-Wan muttered.