#sith!obi wan kenobi event

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Crawling out of the hole I disappeared into to post the art I did for day 3 of @sithobiwanevent.

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Our Souls Intertwined

sith!Obi Wan Kenobi x fem!jedi!reader

Word count- 4,580

Prompt- a lightsaber tilting up someone's chin

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), enemies to lovers, fighting, mutual pining, flirting, tension, fingering, piv sex, pet names (darling, love), praise, jedi!reader, reader is competent as a fighter and is a badass, no physical descrption of reader other than body parts, lightsaber color also never described, no use of y/n, open ending so you can decide for yourself what happens next

Notes- Written for Sith Obi Wan event @sithobiwanevent and oh boy did I have so much fun with this one!! I hope y'all enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Please let me know what you think!!

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It was an epic battle. The whir of lightsabers filled the air. Red clashed with various colors as Lord Obi Wan Kenobi, feared and powerful sith lord, fought his way through the waves of jedi that came at him. A dark smirk graced his face as he sliced through some padawans, easily defeating the young opponents in front of him. Around him, his army fired from their blasters. It was chaos, and he thrived on it. The energy around him whirled, and he harnessed the power of the force to his advantage.

It was then that Kenobi saw you.

He brushed a lock of hair that had fallen on his face to watch you battle the enemy droids that surrounded you. He saw the strain in your jaw as you parried the blaster fire that came your way before you ran and stabbed those that shot at you. Kenobi was actually impressed by the way you handled yourself, and he actually had to take a breath to calm the thoughts that flooded his mind.

Swinging his red saber in a dramatic circle, Kenobi rushed over to you, calling your name as he got within range.

You whipped around, your own lightsaber at the ready as you braced yourself from the impact of Kenobi’s weapon.

“Hello there,” Kenobi smirked.

“Kenobi,” you strained as you countered his attack and parried with one of your own.

“Lovely to see you again, darling,” he quipped.

You just grunted as you volleyed your weapon. Ignoring the way Kenobi’s yellow eyes bore into you as if they were looking into your soul, you focused on the red of his blade. The two of you fought each other one on one, your blades crossing each other as if you were in a dance. The rest of the battle seemed to fade away and all that existed was each other.

“You’ve improved, darling,” Kenobi observed as he lunged at you with more force, electricity cackling as his saber crushed against yours.

“Don’t call me that, Kenobi,” you growled back, fighting both his physical assault and the way your heart secretly fluttered in your chest whenever he called you any term of endearment. The smoothness of his voice always went right to your core, as much as you tried to push it away. 

It only took that one fraction of a second for Kenobi to gain the advantage. Just the slight loosening of your lightsaber was all it took for him to knock it out of your hand and use the force to push you onto the ground. You spat a curse under your breath as you tried to channel the force to pull your saber back into your hand, but Kenobi’s boot caught it before it slid close enough for you to grasp it.

“Shit,” you muttered as you scrambled to your knees.

Before you could rise completely, red filled your vision. The hum of Kenobi’s lightsaber rang in your ears as you suddenly found yourself paralyzed. Sweat lined your brow as he used the tip of his saber to gently force your vision up to meet his gaze. He was careful, though, careful not to actually touch the blade to your skin and hurt you. Instead, Kenobi used the force to angle your head up.

In one hand, Kenobi held his lightsaber and the other he held up with two fingers as he controlled the force around the two of you. His eyes matched the red of his blade as his gaze pierced into you.

Helpless, you swallowed hard, “If you’re going to kill me, Kenobi,” you tried to sound strong, though you were sure your voice was strained, “Just get it over with. Don’t toy with me like this.”

“Why would I kill you, darling?” he purred, clearly enjoying having you helpless on your knees before him.

The question caught you off guard.

“Why not join me?” he asked in a smooth tone, “I could help you hone your skills. You could fight at my side instead of against me.”

You inhaled sharply, “You asked me that before, Kenobi,” you steadied your breath as you focused your feelings and reigned in your emotions, “And my answer is still no.”

He smiled darkly, “Still as stubborn as ever I see,” he actually sounded impressed, “But I see there is no changing your mind yet, love.” Kenobi released you and retracted his lightsaber. 

With a gasp, you fell forward and your face smashed into the ground. Quickly, you scrambled to your hands and knees only to find Kenobi had put some distance between the two of you.

“Until next time, darling,” he gave you a quick wave of his fingers before he disappeared into a dust cloud.

You were left alone and astonished. Why hadn’t he killed you? Why did he leave you alive? Again? Swallowing hard, you ignored the way your heart pounded in your chest as you grabbed your lightsaber and ran back to help the other jedi.

*

It wasn’t long before you met Kenobi again on the battlefield. Lightsabers clashed as you fought him on the desolate planet. You weren’t even sure which planet you were on, only that it was barren and filled mostly with sand and boulders and caves. Lightsabers and blasters clashed in the dunes and rocks of the desolate planet. 

“You get better every time I see you, darling,” Kenobi smirked, “If you were to join me, I could make you even greater.”

“Keep dreaming, Kenobi,” you countered back. 

“Oh I do see you in my dreams, darling,” he grinned, enjoying how his words threw you off for a moment.

The two of you battled each other, moving away from the rest of the battlefield and the others without realizing it. You grunted as you tried to focus your energy into finally beating him, but the way his yellow eyes stared into your soul distracted you. And all it took was a moment, just one flash of an instant, for you to lose your edge.

One misstep and you tumbled down the rocky ridge that hosted your duel with the sith lord. But, before you hit the ground, you found yourself suspended in the air. Looking up, you saw Kenobi rush toward you, shouting your name. In a fit of frustration, you channeled the force and pushed that energy towards him, attempting to knock him off balance.

It did, and Kenobi fell back. However, the rush of force energy also hit a large pile of large rocks and boulders. The ground rumbled beneath your body and you knew this was greater trouble than the sith in front of you. In an instant, your goal changed from beating Kenobi to getting out of the rockslide alive. 

Looking behind him, he noticed the danger too and he bolted toward you and pulled you off the ground, “Run!” Kenobi yelled as he grabbed your hand.

The rockslide felt like it was caving in around you as you ran, your hand in his. Kenobi led you towards a cave, an opening that seemed to be your only way of escaping the cascading boulders around you both. As the dust clouded your vision and the crashing of the rocks around you made it hard to hear, you had no choice but to put your trust in him.

Kenobi got you both into the cave with just a fraction of a second to spare. Both of you crashed to the ground as the boulders piled up at the entrance, blocking you in. You let out a heavy exhale as the dust settled, and the only beams of light that lit up the small cave came from higher up.

The cave was shallow, and you could see the end of it. That meant there was no way out except for how you came in. And how you came in was currently blocked with dozens of large boulders. The beams of light came from small openings between the rocks, but they weren’t big enough to crawl through. Inside the cave, there were only the two of you, along with rocks scattered throughout the floor.

“Are you alright?” Kenobi asked with genuine concern in his voice.

“I’m fine,” you replied immediately as you tried to stand. However, when you tried to move your arm, you hissed in pain, “Shit…” you grabbed your shoulder and felt blood soak your hand.

“No you’re not,” Kenobi rushed to you, inspecting your wound and swallowing the fear that threatened to bubble over in his mind.

“I’ll be ok,” you tried to ignore his worry over you, “It’s not that bad.”

He pursed his lips as he looked at your shoulder then back to where the boulders piled high, trapping you in together, “It’s too high to climb,” he observed, “And it’ll take both of us to move all the boulders,” Kenobi turned back to you, “Which you can’t do with that injury,” he reached for your shoulder again, “Let me.” His heart fluttered in his chest as he saw the blood seep from your shoulder, and he hated the sinking feeling he had when he saw you hurt.

Before you could protest, Kenobi covered your injury with his hand and let out a long slow breath. Mouth opened in shock, you felt warmth on your injury and you felt the energy of the force flow from him into you. You watched him for a moment before you closed your eyes and surrendered yourself, feeling the force flow between your bodies as if it cradled and protected you both. Warmth embraced you as you felt rejuvenated from what Kenobi was doing.

With a gasp, Kenobi broke away from you as his eyes shot open. He backed away as he hunched forward, weak from the energy he expended. You let out a gasp of your own as you watched him crawl to a rock to steady himself before he lifted his body to sit.

“How were you able to do that?” you asked in shock as you cradled your now uninjured shoulder.

Kenobi just looked at you, “Well I wasn’t always a sith, darling,” he gave you a genuine soft smile.

The question came out before you could stop it, “What happened?”

His smile turned mischievous, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

You rolled your eyes.

Changing the subject with a heavy sigh, Kenobi said, “It looks like we’ll be here for a while. I need to recover my strength if we are to move those boulders,” he looked around, “Might as well get comfortable.”

Your body remained stiff as you stayed on high alert. Your saber was at your side, yet you made sure your hand was never far from it. The muscles in your jaw clenched harder as you watched Kenobi visibly relax on a rock, leaning back and resting his leg in front of him.

“I’m not going to attack you,” he said in a calm tone after feeling your heavy gaze on him for several long moments.

“Then what are you going to do?” you asked, guard still up but chipped away just the slightest. 

Kenobi smirked as he stood, “What would you like me to do, darling?” he purred as he took a step towards you.

You took a step back, keeping the distance between you. Yet, you couldn’t deny the way you felt the force move around you whenever he was near, and especially when it was now just the two of you trapped and alone. And you were sure he felt it too.

“I…” 

The two of you kept up this dance, Kenobi stepping forward and you stepping back until you hit a wall. His body was relaxed; he wasn’t hunting you. Instead, it was as if he was approaching you at a bar, friendly almost. Your heart pounded in your chest, yet it wasn’t from fear.

“I have something in mind,” his tone was low yet soft as he stepped into your space.

You swallowed hard as you pressed your back against the wall, feeling him against you. Kenobi placed a hand on one side of your head as his gaze bore into your soul.

“And I think you have the same thought as I do,” he continued as he leaned into you.

“How do you know?” you tried to sound tough, but you didn’t even fool yourself. You dropped your gaze to the ground, avoiding his eyes.

Kenobi let out an amused huff as he took two fingers and gently guided your face to look back up and meet his eyes. It was a similar feeling from last time when you met him on the battlefield and he used his saber to force you to look at him. Both times, you should have felt threatened, in danger. And yet, you didn’t. Not then, and certainly not now. No, it was a different feeling that pulsed through your veins.

“Because,” he said in almost a whisper, “You aren’t pushing me away.”

Your mouth dropped open as you realized that he was not trapping you at all. The only contact he made was his fingers on your chin, which you could have easily brushed off. Kenobi hovered close to you, yet he gave you a clear path out if you chose to take it. Yet, you didn’t. You chose to stay there, in his gaze.

“Why don’t you just take what you want from me?” you asked.

“Darling,” he sounded almost offended, “I would never do that to you. I would never hurt you,” he sighed, “I want you on your own volition.”

“Obi Wan…” you breathed his name… his first name you realized. 

His yellow eyes went wide as his jaw clenched, “No one has called me that in… A long time,” he sighed, “It sounds lovely in your voice.”

You let out a deep breath as you felt his breath on your lips.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he murmured, “And say my name again.” It wasn’t a command, but a request. It was his way of giving you one last out should you choose.

Your eyes darted from his yellow ones down to his lips and you swallowed hard, “Kiss me… Obi Wan.”

The moment the words left your lips he crashed his into yours. Your moan was muffled from the kiss, but you instantly melted into it, grasping at his black robes as you parted your lips for him. Obi Wan took the invitation eagerly and slipped his tongue past your lips, tasting you, savoring you. He groaned into you as he finally touched you, one hand grabbing your hip while the other cradled your jaw. 

In your studies as a jedi, you trained to feel the force around you and how to harness it. You had an exceptional understanding of it, and learned to control it much faster than your classmates. As a knight, your power only grew. But, it wasn’t until you kissed the sith lord Obi Wan Kenobi that you fully understood the true feeling of the force wrapping itself around you and how it bound two souls together. You had never felt anything like this in your life before. And from the way he groaned into you, you were sure he felt the same way.

“You taste divine, lovely,” he purred against your lips before he kissed you again, his beard ticking your face as he devoured you.

“Obi Wan…” you whispered as you broke the kiss for a breath of air. You tilted your head to the side as he kissed his way along your jaw and down your neck, sending goosebumps across your skin as he hit more sensitive spots, “Touch me. Please,” you pleaded.

“It would be my pleasure, darling,” he groaned as his hands roamed across your chest.

His hands slipped under your jedi robes and cupped your breasts. He let out a satisfied growl when you mewled in pleasure under his touch, and he could help the way he kneaded and caressed your soft mounds. Kenobi felt a jolt within him when he pinched your nipples and made you cry out louder.

He hummed as his hands made their way down your body, his eyes never moving from your face the entire time. Kenobi didn’t want to miss a single expression as he worshiped you with his hands. He paused for a moment when his fingers reached the top of your pants, but when you didn’t protest or push him away, he dipped a hand underneath the fabric.

Both of you gasped as Obi Wan’s hand cupped your pussy. While your eyes fluttered shut and you arched your back against the wall, his stayed open, watching you with great interest. Your mouth dropped open as he carefully pushed two fingers into you.

“Fuck!” you cried out as you grasped at his shoulders for balance.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he thrust his fingers in and out of you. Obi Wan couldn’t tear his eyes away from you even if he wanted to. Every little expression you made, every little sound of pleasure that escaped your lips, even how your pussy felt around him… you were everything to him.

“Obi Wan…” you whined as your mind swam in the bliss his fingers gave you. 

Oh how he loved it when you said his name. Obi Wan’s eyes burned with passion as he growled and thrust his fingers into you harder. His cock strained with need, but he ignored it in favor of pleasuring you. As he buried his fingers deep inside you, Obi Wan rutted against your body, covering you with himself as heat rose between you.

“Please… I’m close…” you moaned as you felt dizzy. You tightened your grip on him, knowing he would be there to hold you and keep you steady.

“Show me how beautiful you are when you cum, darling,” he groaned as he picked up his pace with his fingers.

It only took a few more deep thrusts for you to come undone. Your body trembled in his grip as you came hard with a loud scream of his name. Tears filled your eyes as you felt overwhelmed between the emotions that pulsed through your body as you rode out your orgasm on his fingers. And just as you felt breathless, he kissed you again, even more deeply this time.

You whimpered as Obi Wan slowly pulled his fingers out of you and your chest rose and fell with your heavy breaths. When he broke away, you finally looked into his eyes and saw the fire that burned behind them. “Fuck me, Obi Wan.”

He smiled at you as he grabbed you and spun you around. In a flash, you found yourself on your back, his cape underneath you as he quickly yanked and tugged at both your clothing. Depreciation took over both of you as you worked to quickly strip each other until you are both completely bare.

“Wow,” you breathed as you stared at him.

“Exquisite,” he moaned as he lunged forward and kissed you once more, his hips rutting against the fold of your pussy as he started to lose control of himself.

Obi Wan lost even more control as he pushed the tip of his cock into you. Both of you gasped and cried out as you felt him slowly enter you. You clawed at his back as more of his cock stretched you out inch by inch. And Obi Wan growled as your warmth engulfed him, driving him wild.

“Obi Wan…” you whined.

“I know, darling,” he muttered as he rocked back and thrust forward. 

A string of curses escaped both your lips as he rocked in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot inside you with precision every single time. You screamed as your vision blurred and you dug your nails more into his back. But it only spurred him on more, thrusting harder and faster into you as he became more and more desperate.

Screams and groans echoed in the cave and skin slapped against skin. Obi Wan would have wanted this to last longer, but you were too beautiful, too enticing, too perfect. Sweat lined his brow as locks of hair stuck to his forehead as he thrust into you with abandon. 

“Cum for me, darling,” he growled as he felt his own climax build, “Cum with me.”

“Fuck!” you cried out as your breasts swung back and forth with every thrust of his hips.

With a scream, your second orgasm hit you like a bantha and your legs trembled on either side of his body as he continued to pound into you. Obi Wan growled your name as your orgasm triggered his and he came deep into you, grunting and moaning as he spilled himself inside your body.

Obi Wan kept going as long as he could, rocking into your wet pussy hard enough to feel the splash of your release soak your bodies. But, as he rode out both your climaxes, neither of you had anything left to give and he pulled out of you after one final thrust. 

You gasped as you felt the sudden emptiness and your eyes shot open to watch him hover over you with an inferno in his gaze. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you stared back at him and suddenly you were keenly aware of how naked you still were. Heavy breaths echoed around you as you both lost yourselves in each other.

Sensing your shift, Obi Wan took a deep breath and composed himself. He leaned over and gathered your jedi robes and handed them to you, “Here,” he said before he turned his back to you to give you some privacy.

Neither of you were sure why he did that, after he just fucked you. but you welcomed it either way. Both of you were silent as you redressed. Your heart still beat wildly in your chest as you felt the ghost of his touch on your skin and you replayed what just happened in your head.

“Anger. Fear. Loss,” Obi Wan broke the silence after he slipped on his pants and robe, leaving it open to bare his chest to you still.

“What?” Your voice was just a whisper as you spun around to face him.

“How I turned to the dark side,” Obi Wan said in a soft voice, one that you guessed he hadn’t used in some time, “There was someone… very dear to me. Someone that I loved with everything I had. Someone…” he took in a shaky breath as he ran his hands through his hair, “I couldn’t save… No matter how hard I tried.”

You watched with wide eyes as he bared his soul to you with his confession. You guessed the way his story ended without him having to say it out loud. You both knew the path to the dark side, and how his loss led to his fall. You crossed the space to stand face to face with him as you placed a hand on his chest.

“I swore then that I would never care for anyone like that again,” Obi Wan turned away from you, breaking the contact he craved so deeply, “And I hadn’t since…” he turned back to meet your gaze, “Until now.”

A gasp escaped your lips, “Obi Wan…?”

He gave you a sad smile, one that you couldn’t decipher its meaning. Before you could say anything else, though, he turned to the wall of boulders, “I think we can move it now,” he said as he tightened his robe around him.

You followed his gaze with your own and nodded, “Ok.” The disappointment in your tone was clear. 

“Concentrate all your energy,” he told you, “You hold them steady, I will push them out of our way. When you see an opening, you run. Understand?”

You wanted to protest. You wanted to tell him to run with you, to stay at your side. But the seriousness in his expression told you it wasn’t worth the energy to argue. “Got it.”

Both of you raised your arms, channeling the force toward the boulders. You grunted as you kept the large rocks steady while Obi Wan worked on moving them out of the way. He started with the smaller ones at the top, but when he got to the middle, it all started to collapse.

“Steady!” he shouted.

You gritted your teeth as you strained to keep the bigger ones steady. Dust started to fill the air as everything moved. When Obi Wan got to the center, he called your name, “Run! Now! Go!”

Doing as you were told, you bolted forward into the dust. You tried to keep the rocks steady as you ran, but the more you exerted yourself, the harder it got. The ground rumbled as the boulders tumbled out of the way, creating dust clouds so thick that you couldn’t see through.

Once you were out and clear from the rocks, you turned around and screamed, “Obi Wan!” You streamed to look for him through the dust, but for several moments, you couldn't. You reached through the force, pushing the rocks out of the way to search for him.

Just when you were about to lose hope, you saw his silhouette in the dust, “Obi Wan,” you sighed in relief as you ran to him. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him, embracing him hard, “You’re ok.”

He smiled at you as he held you close, just as relieved as you were, “I’m alright, darning.”

You looked into his eyes, and for a moment you saw no sign of the sith yellow that usually illuminated them. In front of you now wasn’t a sith lord or empire general, but just a man. As you held each other, you felt the sense that there was much left unspoken, but the sound of an engine in the distance forced those thoughts to remain unsaid.

“It’s a rebel transport,” he said, “They must have seen the dust cloud from our escape. They’ll pick you up, and you’ll be safe.”

“But what about you?” you turned back to face him.

Obi Wan smiled at you as he cupped the side of your face, “I’ll be alright, darling, don’t you worry.” He paused for a moment, as if he wanted to kiss you again, but he decided not to, “Now go,” he nudged you forward as he retreated back.

You turned toward the incoming ship, waving your hands so that they spotted you. As it hovered closer, blowing your robes up into the wind, you spoke to him with your back still turned, “Obi Wan, come with…” you turned around to find him gone, “Me.” Your shoulders dropped in disappointment as the ship landed and the clones called your name.

“You’re alright! We were looking for you,” they said as they ushered you onto the ship.

From the shadows in the distance, Obi Wan Kenobi watched as you got on board and were flown away to safety. He sensed the thought in your mind, and he fled before you could ask it. He knew he would not have the strength to deny your request had he heard you speak it. Blowing a kiss into the air, he whispered, “Until we meet again, my love,” before he turned and went the opposite direction. 

Be safe, he released his thought across the planes to you. 

[sithobiwanevent]

of course, assistant supreme emperor fudge wishes everyone a very merry Revenge of the Fifth

her imperial majesty orders her minions: go forth and spread the propaganda love for Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi

[obimaulartfire]

October 27th- "I don't want to hurt you." @sithobiwanevent

Please tap for quality!!

Disclaimer: This is not the Sithywan from yesterday's post, they just uh.. have the same design. And I actually drew this comic first xD

This is from my own Sith!Obi-wan AU! Where Maul is a Jedi, and Obi-wan was Dooku's padawan. Obi-wan follows Dooku out of the Order, they fake his death, and he becomes Darth Vain, a mysterious, masked figure that spreads fear and chaos for the "greater good." AU rambles below!

Oh my GODDDD this took so long! I really thought I was going to do rendering shortcuts for this piece, but I wanted it to be Dramatic and Extra.

A little context! Because this AU lives rent free in my head:

Maul and Obi-wan were best friends (and gay for each other) when growing up in the Temple together. When Obi-wan "died", Maul found it hard to move on, and so threw himself into training Anakin and finding Vain. He has a conspiracy theory board, complete with string, in their shared dorm and everything.

Maul has been looking for Vain for ages at this point. He's training Anakin, but more than that, became obsessed with the man who killed his master (Qui-gon). The timeline is a little switched, in that Dooku left the Jedi Order before Qui-Gon died, but the rest is pretty role-swapped.

Of course he never recognized Obi-wan's force presence during their many encounters, but seeing his face finally makes him realize that his friend is alive. And worse than he ever was.

[blackkatmagic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Granta Omega Characters: Granta Omega, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jenna Zan Arbor, Sano Sauro, Padmé Amidala Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Seduction, Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi, Force Blanks, Murder, Flirting, Light Angst Summary:

There’s a Sith in the Senate, Granta thinks, and leans back against the wall, catching his breath. And he has no proof, but he’d be willing to bet every last credit he’s managed to scrape together that Obi-Wan Kenobi is that Sith.

For day 1 of the @sithobiwanevent !

[amadwinter]

For @sithobiwanevent Day 3: "I don't want to hurt you"

Rating: T Wordcount: Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, same age au, Anakin Skywalker is Qui-Gon Jinn's Padawan, Sith Obi-Wan, Kenobi, POV Anakin Skywalker, Friends to Enemies, Reunions, Growing Up, Unrequited Crush, Or Is It?, Pre-Slash Summary:

Anakin and Obi-Wan grew up together in the crèche. They were close in a way that bordered on attachment, until Anakin was chosen by a master... and Obi-Wan was not. But no matter what, Obi-Wan would always be Anakin's friend.

[intermundia]

does the frequency with which obi-wan and anakin think about each other when they're apart in revenge of the sith do psychic damage to you, or are you normal

[firstofficerwiggles]

Reblogging again for clickable link 🥰

sith!obi-wan kenobi event interest form

heyyyyyy everyone, some of us in a discord server wanted to put on a sithywan event so here's an interest form to see if we'll make it official!!

https://forms.gle/iceSgNthGNNU8SwL8

feel free to send in asks if you have any questions!!

(also tagging @swfandomevents for exposure)

[topwan-obikin]

Hello there!

Here is a little Anakin edit to celebrate our 500 followers and the first month of our fest!! Thank you so much for all of your love and support!

Our other obikin edits:

1st gifset - 2nd gifset - 3rd gifset - too childish -

Remember both prompting and claiming for our fest are open! Links in our pinned post <33

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[im-poe-dameron]

restless & reckless love

a/n: this is a small drabble i threw together because i wanted to participate in the @sithobiwanevent! i saw the prompt list and knew that a few of them had my attention immediately. they aren't going to be intensely long fics, but nontheless i had quite a bit of fun getting to delve into a version of obi-wan i hope to write more about soon. a massive thank you to @karasong who was my writing buddy for these fics!

sith!obi-wan events: disheveled obi-wan

summary: the death of obi-wan kenobi occurred on mustafar near ten years ago. giving birth to the sith you watched train with a reckless passion that should have terrified you.

word count: 2k

pairing: sith!obi-wan kenobi x sith!reader

warnings: not explicit, disheveled and slightly feral obi-wan, grief, angst, anakin's death, he suffers from ptsd, choking, passionate kissing.

Energy crackled in the air like sparks from a wildfire that held no intention of being tamed. You felt him before you entered the clearing. The night air lay upon your cloaked figure with a thickness that left you gasping for air. Humidity wasn't your fondest type of weather, yet the planet seemed to thrive off the warm air—even as it choked you mercilessly.

The familiar glow of red illuminated the darkened space; his body lithe and quick with each practiced step. A dance you'd grown fond of watching each night before you were confined to your separate bunks. Whether he knew you stood in the shadows—eyes fixed on the sweat that glistened off his body—or remained oblivious to your ogling, made no difference.

He still clung to you without knowing.

Buried himself in your chest with each swipe of his lightsaber; teeth bared as a nonexistent fight played out in his mind. A battle he'd yet to explain to you.

The grief in his eyes wasn't in part to the yellow iris that flashed with a depth you'd never before witnessed in another of your kind. This was horrific pain. A break that split him down the center, crushing the Jedi that once existed in the realms of his mind.

Before he took on the name of Darth, the role befit for a king, he was one of the greats. Legends were told of his ferocity, of his strength. You'd heard a few yourself on nights when the alcohol ran a bit too strong and his lips grew lax; the lazy grin he wore feeding your borderline obsession with each aspect of his beauty.

You knew Obi-Wan Kenobi through words only.

The man who stood alone, battling demons he'd yet to explain to you, was not him.

A snarl ripped from his throat, blade slicing the ground as he swung it with a spin—his black robes gliding along the floor and kicking up dust. His hair was a mess atop his head. Stuck to his forehead as he fought the villain with no name. An antagonist of his past that rose up in the back of his mind and made him reckless.

Yet you knew the name with a clarity that shocked you. After months spent on the ground, you heard his screams in the middle of the night. The nightmares that only fueled his anger.

Anakin.

He begged for forgiveness for the death of a man you assumed to be his brother. A man who no matter how hard you searched...never seemed to exist at all. He remained a part of the past. Lost in the darkness of a Sith who already gave too much. Who had nothing left for you to take. He remained shattered beyond repair—a broken man who wasn't worth saving.

You supposed that's where he was mistaken.

Saving him was never part of your agenda. You didn't wish to put his pieces back together. Not when they forged the power that ran through his veins; the strength you felt singe the air around you in strength you could only dream of holding. You were kindred souls lost to a path of darkness that beckoned you forward with awaiting arms.

Two unkind souls who were twisted up and bent past the point of salvaging.

Two hearts that beat an unsteady rhythm. Yet together formed something whole.

A raw look of unhinged greed crossed his face, flashing in his eyes as he finally met your unwavering gaze. Something flickered in the air between you. A whip finally brought down to crack against the solid ground below. You felt it rupture in your chest; smothering any doubts that lingered below the surface of who you belonged to.

Who you would be sharing your night with.

"Hiding isn't what I expected of you," he spoke, voice hoarse and low.

You barely caught it through the murky air—your ears strained. When the words settled in your chest, you felt the flip of your heart beneath the layers of fabric. There was no need for him to raise his voice when you stood mere feet away. A soft caress only gifted to you in times he felt the darkness begin to wane on his soul; the spark of light resurfacing after so long.

Drowning it never helped when it once poured out of his soul. He could submerge it day in and day out, but the fact still remained that he would have to choose the darkness. He'd have to battle to keep it in his heart the longer time went on.

Most Jedi gave in with ease. You know you did. But you supposed that's what made him so different.

Obi-Wan Kenobi still remained, screaming for a way out, as the Sith that stood in his place locked him away.

"You looked as if you wanted to be alone."

He ran a hand through his hair, chest heaving as he struggled to maintain the composure that usually came so naturally. By far he remained the most collected Sith you would ever see. How he handled himself—understanding what his limits were—became a source of knowledge for you to feed off of.

Somehow he was able to use the teaching of the Jedi and form his new belief around it. You wondered if you'd ever get to witness him like this. Disheveled, creeping along the edge of unhinging his sanity entirely. His face remained a mask of control. However, his eyes told a different story entirely.

They flashed with a fury you felt bleed into the air—seeping into your skin and agitating the anger you fought to keep at bay. Whether he remained aware of his affect on your mind continued to be a mystery. The walls of his fortress—his thoughts and emotions—was built so tall you held no hope in climbing over. Which left you with only one singular option.

Asking him to tell you.

"I rarely wish to be alone when it comes to you darling."

The name settled in your heart with a whisper of power. A promise yet to be fulfilled, but one you knew would come with time. The both of you were aware of where this kinship would lead. Where the path lay carved in stone ahead of you.

As it was written in the Force.

So it would be done.

"Why don't you speak about him?" you asked, cautiously entering the area—wary of how he tensed. Already on the edge of snapping.

He glared at you, eyes flashing dangerously with a look you'd seen countless times before. Usually your position was replaced with an enemy about to meet their death by the fierce swing of his lightsaber. You prepared yourself for the blow, waiting with baited breath as he struggled to hold back the sneer that almost crossed his face.

Instead, he chose to pacify himself with a brushed off lie. "I don't know who you are referring to."

This you could accept. This was the man you'd grown accustomed to over the years. The person who hid his past for the sake of his own sanity; to keep from flying off the cliff and into an unhinged feral nothingness most Sith resided in. Their greed to fill the emptiness in their souls more often than not led to their demise.

He was far too controlled for that.

Far too proud.

"You scream for someone named Anakin," you admitted, watching his body shudder as the forbidden truth was finally spoken aloud. "You can tell me. I won't speak of him again-"

The quick flick of his hand rising threw you off guard. But the sharp tug at the Force clamping down around your throat forced you to gasp for air that wasn't there. He dragged you forward with a silent malice that burrowed into your bones.

Cold leather pressed tight along your throat, his face mere inches from your own. You struggled to tamp down your fear—the streak of anxiety that spilled out in the Force around you. At least then you could stand on your own two feet and face him head on. The smile that split across his lips was proof enough that your attempt failed drastically; his touch loosening as your eyes flicked down to his mouth.

"You won't speak of him now," he spit, leaning close enough for you to smell the heady scent of his sweat.

Leather ran along your bottom lip, the acrid taste of burnt soil met your tongue. Rather than flinch, you found yourself leaning into his touch. The ache of more twisting your stomach in knots that would never be undone. This was the binding fate that cost the both of you your past lives.

Finding him on Mustafar wasn't by happenstance. You knew that now.

"My darling," he murmured, eyes dropping to see the way his thumb pressed against your lip, pulling at it slowly. "So interested in what you cannot have."

A soft sound fell from your throat, deepening his smile. You didn't want to admit that he was indeed right. The relationship with him had fanned the flames of something unreachable. A title you wanted him to bestow upon you with the same fiery need that burned a hole through your heart.

"I want..." you sighed, eyes dazed and body trembling in his grasp.

"I know what you want." His hand slid up to your cheek, drawing you close enough to smell the soft undercurrent of molten lava that seemed to stick with him. A permanent reminder of where Obi-Wan Kenobi died and the Darth was reborn. "You may have it. If you wish."

Swallowing thickly, you clutched at his robes. "I wish."

What little breath you had trapped in your lungs was punched from your chest when his lips met yours. The once unforgiving heat of the fire licked at your body with a warmth that settled deep in your heart. His lips were soft. Yet unforgiving in nature. He kissed you as a way to consume. Never a gift of passion, but a greedy inkling he finally grasped to quiet that curious part of his mind.

Delving your hands into the back of his robes, you flung yourself into his arms—tongue slipping past his parted mouth to taste him directly. To lick into his awaiting mouth with a soft moan that made his inside quake. He clutched you close—hands gripping your hips through the layers—a soft groan of pleasure meeting your sighed whimpers.

"Tell me," he rasped, hand clutching your chin to draw you back. "The truth."

Heat flushed against your chest, dripping down to the tips of your fingers. You felt him through the Force. Once overbearing—near terrifying—now became a welcome weight against your body. A reminder that though you knew his past, you'd never know the full extent of his powers. Those were trapped with the last embers of who he used to be; a man you'd never meet.

"I am yours my lord," you whispered.

A vow unspoken, now solidified for all eternity.

You would never be able to take it back; he knew this.

Rarely do Sith bind themselves to another. Master and Apprentice remain the only two. But there you stood—willing the tie yourself to him until your dying breath. The bright yellow dimmed from his iris, a soft cerulean blue flickering to life as the part of him that loved—that lost—rose to the surface. The man who would inevitably one day return.

His lips were a gentle press to your jaw. You allowed your head to fall back, a sigh of bliss echoing in the air as he worked his way back to your mouth. His hands clutching at what he always yearned for.

What he believed he was owed after giving so much.

"As am I."

[des8pudels8kern]

If I were to write a Star Wars fic (which I won’t, as working full-time does not leave me with enough mental energy to be properly actively fannish), it’d be an epic AU where Obi-Wan also falls down the shaft at the climax of his fight with Maul, is presumed dead, and then pops up during the Clone Wars as a mysterious agent of chaos whose initial goal is just to rattle and provoke the Jedi into shedding at least a bit of their apathy disguised as serenity and their superiority complex (so, Obi-Wan choosing to help an entire planet of children caught in a horrific war was bad and aggressive, deserving of first repudiation and then probation, but when Knights and Masters order enslaved sentients into battle it’s duty and necessary to uphold the values of the Republic and thus Order?). He’s bitter, he’s angry, and he wants to destroy the Order. Well, the Order as it is. All talk, so little regard for actual decency, and no infrastructure in place to protect the children under their care.

There’d be a semi-humorous scene where Cody (who is... compromised, okay, he knows it, but this evil fallen force user is just different from the other evil fallen force users, okay) comes across Obi-Wan, bleeding from a fresh gash on his head (”What happened to you? - Oh, nothing, dear one; I just tripped.”) one eye clenched shut where the blood is dribbling down, yada yada, they do their usual song and dance about no, you question your allegiance and join my side, and then.

What’s that?

Cody bends down and picks up the thing that’s caught his attention. It’s round, and not quite flat, and ye--- yellow. He narrows his eyes at the infuriating pain in the ass in front of him.

“Tripped, huh? Deliberately, I assume?”

The man’s gaze flits down to the coloured lens balancing on Cody’s finger now, the exact same shade as his one open eye.

“When you arrived, the light of your presence overwhelmed me and caused me to falter. It can be quite challenging when one has delved as far into the dark as I have,” the fucker tries to lie to Cody’s face, voice as serene as the calmest of Jedi Generals fresh out of meditation, and maybe Cody needs to reconsider how trustworthy anything spoken in that tone really is.

Cody throws the lens at him, and the offending item manages to land on his chest, where blood has soaked into the shirt, and sticks to the fabric, staring at him accusingly.

“What kind of nerf-brained idiot fakes being a Sith? The entire Order is after you!”

The nerf-brain winces, then sighs and droops. He rubs a hand through his suddenly tired-looking face. The blood from his apparently actually self-inflicted head-wound that was meant to disguise the missing lens is smeared all over his cheek now, which looks ridiculous and is somewhat worrisome because Cody is used to bloodshed and knows that it’s usually not a good sign when people forget that they are bleeding. It does match the bone-deep exhaustion etched in the other man’s features, though, now that his mask of flirtatious nonchalance has dropped.

“In my defence, I honestly did not expect it to go this far.” He spreads his hands and pulls a somewhat forced-looking version of his usual boyish grin. “I assumed I would get in two, maybe three strikes before the Order went on alert and I got caught. When they didn’t, I decided to... provide further motivation.”

His right eye is grey-blue, as fathomlessly deep as the waters of Kamino, and Cody wonders what can drive a man to pretend to be evil incarnate to catch the attention of an organisation of essentially super-powered sentients in the middle of a war.

Another trickle of blood from the absolutely needless head wound snakes its way down the side of the man’s face, making it clear that, whatever his motivation might be it’s not a healthy sense of self-preservation.

Maybe Cody can get him to take out the other lens, too, so he can check his eyes for signs of a concussion.

And get a closer look at the colour.

...At least now he’s not compromised by a Sith anymore?

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

tried two panels this time, to put less text in each.

internally obi-wan was like: 😳🫣 wh- why are you on top of me.

and maul was like: 🤬😡 get UP the kid is going to DIE because you SUCK at your joB

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Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi Event 2024 Prompts!

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thank you everyone for voting for your fav prompts!!! we hope you're looking forward to the selection this year!!!!

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September 16th -- Dooku's Padawan

September 17th -- Disheveled Obi-Wan Kenobi

September 18th -- "Your Master never appreciated your abilities, but I do."

September 19th -- A Lightsaber Tipping Up Someone's Chin

September 20th -- Inappropriate Use of the Force

September 21st -- "Clone troopers. How...interesting."

September 22nd -- Emperor Obi-Wan Kenobi

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October 25th- "Such a waste of your talents." @sithobiwanevent

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This comic took forever!!! I really hope you all enjoy it <3 I really played around with the layout of the text with this one. I made a lot of comics for this event, so I hope that I improve with each of them!

(also hehehe sithywan tits angle)

[adhd-coyote]

Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi Week has begun!! Starting off with Day One - Dooku's Padawan

Taking in Strays - adhd_coyote - Star Wars - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own] Rating: Gen Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Count Dooku Summary: After Falling on Naboo, Obi-Wan Kenobi takes Anakin and flees to the only person he has any hope will help them.

The coordinates of their destination blink on the navigation screen. Serenno. Obi-Wan has never had the chance to interact with his Grandmaster beyond passive greetings. Qui-Gon had grown distant with his old Master, and Obi-Wan had never had the time to seek Master Dooku out on his own. But he hopes Dooku will hold some form of goodwill towards him. Enough to take Anakin in, at least.

[blackkatmagic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cad Bane/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Cad Bane, Todo 360 (Star Wars), Dooku | Darth Tyranus Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rako Hardeen Arc (Star Wars: Clone Wars), Pining, Seduction, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Torture, Angst, Past Character Death, It's Anakin, Hurt/Comfort, Past Jango Fett/Cad Bane, quite a lot of Jango-directed salt, Bane is just salty in general, The Dark Side of the Force (Star Wars), Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi Summary:

Dooku's keeping a prisoner locked in the highest tower in his keep. Cad isn't going to get involved. He isn't.

(He gets far, far too involved.)

For Day 2 of the @sithobiwanevent