#senator!obi-wan

[zealousoafscissorshands]

Hii, question for any Obikin shippers out there

Do anyone remember the name of a au fanfic were Obi-wan is a senator maried to Satine and Korkie's dad and both Korkie and Anakin go to a boarding school then for some reason i can't remember Obi-wan goes to the school and Obikin meets and the kinda catch feelings?

[pan1c1ng]

TUEBOR ; a star wars au fic

PAIRING : senator!obi-wan x jedi!reader

SUMMARY : the senator has recently been at the center of an assassination attempt. the jedi council have found it in their best interest to pair one of their strongest master’s to protect him from any threat. 

WARNINGS : senator!obi-wan , mutual pining , violence , slow burn , mentions of dom!obi-wan , implied sex / (i’ve given the reader a last name of ‘kaars’ to make it easier on myself)

RELEASE DATE : unknown (will be updated!)

NOTE : just wanna give a quick shoutout to @beskars​ for recommending this au! she’s a great writer and a great friend so go check her out!

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gif credit : @miistborn​ 

[inkognito97]

Obiwan somehow ended up as Palpatine's son... and instead of Obi being raised as dark he kind of influenced the sith to use his powers to create a better galaxy. Obi knows Quigon and Anakin... 😃

“I cannot believe you sent Maul to Naboo after all,” the ginger haired male’s voice was calm and collected, but it made it even worse. His father knew of the hidden temper behind his calm and serene facade.

“Well, to my defense, he was not supposed to engage the Jedi or interfere in any way…”

The angry look Obi-Wan sent him, made Sheev flinch. He was just lucky that the blue-green eyes had not yet changed into a golden color, otherwise the newly elected Chancellor would be in real trouble. 

“That makes everything so much better of course,” thundered the young man and he paced his father’s office. He couldn’t believe it. They had worked so hard to come this far, to make his father become the Chancellor in order to show the galaxy that the Sith were indeed able to change and be good and that idiot Maul had most likely ruined it.

“He didn’t kill Jinn, did he?”

“No,” he turned to his father, who was fidgeting uncomfortable on the chair, “and neither Anakin. Honestly, you should have dumped that idiot years ago, I never understood why you took him under your wing in the first place.”

“He was promising…” Sheev mumbled and cowered a little when his son’s eyes began to turn color.

“Promising? His plan was to kill you and take your place!” he shouted, “It was good that I was trained before I could walk, otherwise he would most likely have used me to get to you.”

The older male sighed and tiredly rubbed his eyes, “What do you suggest what we do now?” He did not want to have THAT argument again, not now.

“The only option that is left,” spoke the young Sith Lord, “I will go to the Jedi and ask for an audience before the Council. They will grant it, since you are the Chancellor and I am a Senator. I will reveal myself and if things go bad… well, you can always pretend that you were under my influence.”

“But…” he wanted to protest. He couldn’t allow his son, his only child, to go into the lion’s den. 

“Enough,” his voice held no room for argument, “this is your fault and I will take the responsibility for it. Besides, the Jedi know me… if they decide to…. to punish me, then their sentence will be mildly.”

Sheev sighed in defeat, “Obi-Wan…” the ginger haired male turned back to him, Obi-Wan had been about to leave his father’s office, “may the Force be with you.”

He bowed out of respect and love, “And with you father,” with that, he left the Senate building in order to contact the Jedi Council.

“Master Jinn!” Obi-Wan yelled over the whole hallway, catching the attention of the tall and long haired Jedi Master.

Midnight blue eyes lit up, upon spotting him. “Obi-Wan,” the man smiled and allowed the smaller male to hug him. He could not hide the pained wince however and the Chancellor’s son pulled away in worry.

“Master Jinn, are you hurt?” of course he was worried. He knew the man almost his whole life. 

Back, when Darth Plagueis had found out about him and sent bounty hunters after him, his father had asked for the Jedi’s help. Qui-Gon Jinn and his previous Padawan Xanatos Du’Crion - which Obi-Wan had killed, but that was another story entirely - had been sent to function as his bodyguards while Obi-Wan’s father was ‘working’ on another planet. In truth had Darth Sidious searched out his old Master and killed him. But before he had been able to locate him, Obi-Wan Kenobi - who had been named after his mother - had spent years in the tall Jedi’s company. He had learned a lot from Qui-Gon and they had eventually formed a strong bond. More than ones had Qui-Gon requested that Sheev would give his son to the Jedi, but every time his request had been refused. It had not stopped him from visiting the ginger haired male constantly and on a regular basis however.

Qui-Gon took a deep breath, “First, how often to I have to remind you to call me Qui-Gon and second… you heard about the incident on Naboo have you not?”

“At least one more time Qui-Gon, as usual, I am a Senator after all,” the last part earned him an amused look, “And I heard about Naboo and the Zabrak.”

“The Sith,” a new and much younger voice suddenly cut in.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan greeted the boy and crouched down to allow the blonde to hug him. Anakin had immediately taken a liking to him when he had briefly visited the new Chancellor with the queen of Naboo. Then again, it could very well be, because the ginger haired male had saved the young whirlwind from an hour of mindless discussions.

“Obi-Wan, I mean Senator Kenobi, look!” the young Skywalker exclaimed enthusiastically and presented the young politician his new braid.

“Oh my,” Obi-Wan gasped and his eyes darted to Qui-Gon for the briefest of seconds, “Congratulations Padawan Skywalker.”

The boy laughed, “But please, you have to keep calling me Anakin alright?”

“Only if you keep calling me Obi-Wan.”

“Deal!” the child was literally bouncing on his feet.

Amused did the Sith in disguise rise to his feet again. He had seen the rueful look in the older Jedi’s eyes and Obi-Wan knew that the Master was thinking about the apprenticeship they could have had. It was not supposed to be though, the Force had had other plans with the young Sith.

“What brings you here Obi-Wan?” the long haired male eventually asked, but there was only curiosity in his voice. 

“Ah. I had asked for an audience before the Jedi Council concerning the Sith… would you like to come and attend as well?” he did not know where this thought had come from, but he suspected that the Force was somehow behind it.

Qui-Gon blinked it surprise. “I would like to very much,” he really did. Every new information that could led them closer to the remaining Sith, was good.

“Come along then,” he was already six steps ahead, when he noticed the pained way Qui-Gon was moving. One of his large hands rested on his abdomen. Immediately the young Senator rushed back to his friend in concern. 

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon laughed despite the pain. “You deem it ‘uncivilised’ and inappropriate to call me ‘Qui-Gon’ in public, but now you want to undress me in the middle of the Jedi temple?”

Obi-Wan did NOT flush, but he had indeed lifted parts of the Jedi’s tunic to check on the Master. Of course he had heard about the wound that Maul had inflicted and he just wanted to check and reassure himself. Had he known that Maul would simply freak out and attack Qui-Gon, then he would have killed the damn Zabrak himself.

He let out a sympathetic hiss at the sight of the burned flesh. The Zabrak had not impaled him - thank the Force for small mercies - but the wound had still been life threathenig. For a moment the young Sith hesitated, but then he threw all caution out of the window and carefully rested his hand on the injury and he sent healing energy through his fingers into the Jedi’s body. Qui-Gon took a few shaky breaths at the contact, but he quickly calmed down again, when the pain lessened thanks to the younger male’s effort. 

He looked down at his young friend in shock and thought silently to himself that it was really a shame that Sheev Palpatine had not given his son into Qui-Gon’s care. He just KNEW that they could have become a great team and that the ginger haired Senator would have made a great Knight, most likely one of the best the Jedi Order had seen in the last hundred years.

“Thank you,” he pushed his long hair out of his face and helped the young and seemingly unashamed Senator to bring his tunics back into order. 

Obi-Wan shook his head, “No, thank you.”

They both meant so much more with those two words, but they did not need to say more to understand each other. With a last glance did the three males make their way towards the Council chamber. It didn’t matter that Obi-Wan was a few minutes too late, that was not unusual, not when Qui-Gon was in the temple and the Council knew that and tolerated it with a healthy amount of humor.

Meanwhile Obi-Wan was hiding his fear and anxiety behind carefully crafted shields. He feared what was about to come, but he feared less for the Council’s decision concerning him, but was more afraid of what Qui-Gon would think of him afterwards. He took a shaky breath, but then held his head high. 

The Force is with him, he is the son of the current Chancellor and of the Sith Lord Darth Sidious, he did not have to fear anything, right?

[inkognito97]

Sith Senator Obi-Wan - Part 2

Secretly Obi-Wan was glad for Qui-Gon's presence, it grounded and anchored him in the moment, he didn't concentrate on his fears this way. At least not as much as he would have otherwise. 

"Good day Senator Kenobi," Mace Windu's words were formal, but his tone was warm and there was even a smile on his usually stoic features. The young Sith wondered how long it would remain there. 

"Master Jedi, it is a pleasure as always," he carefully let go of the older male, making sure he was steadily standing on his own two feet, before Obi-Wan bowed deeply in respect. 

"The pleasure is ours," Shaak Ti replied. 

"What can we do for you, Senator Kenobi?" asked the Korun Master. 

 The ginger haired Sith in disguise took a deep breath. He send a brief glance over his shoulder and found himself looking into the open and curios face of Qui-Gon Jinn, the man who had shaped him as much as his biological father had, perhaps even a little bit more. 

"I came to discuss the Sith and their appearance, I have news concerning them and their identity." His heart was beating faster. His arms were in front of him and his right hand clenched his left wrist. That certainly caught the twelve Council members' interest. They had suddenly straightened in their comfortable looking chairs and their eyes were practically glued to the young Senator's frame. Obi-Wan did NOT shift uncomfortable, though he wanted to. Even Master Yoda looked more alert than usual. 

Plo Koon was the first to catch himself. He cleared his throat, "Every new information that leads us closer to stopping a war from starting, is deeply appreciated Senator." 

He bowed his head and averted anyone's gaze by closing his eyes. "There won't be a war," he said. 

"So sure you are, hm?" 

"I am not only sure, I KNOW it Master Yoda." 

"What clues do you have?" Mace Windu again. 

"Not a clue, proof," he opened his eyes and he knew they were golden. 

Those, who could see his face, gasped in a mixture of shock and disbelief, perhaps even denial. Even Master Yoda looked as if he did not want to believe what he was seeing. But no one could deny the hard fact, when Obi-Wan's presence darkened, not by overly much - he would describe himself as relatively balanced - but still dark and shadowed. But before any Jedi could react or say anything, did Obi-Wan take s large step forward. Thirteen hands reached for their lightsabers, but Obi-Wan simply slipped to his knees in front of the Order's Grandmaster. He looked deep into Yoda's eyes. 

"I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sith Lord and also known as Darth Lumen. Darth Maul, the Zabrak who engaged Master Jinn on Naboo, was a comrade. 'Was', because he has betrayed his own comrades, way before the incident on Naboo. He was not supposed to attack… I am aware that mere words won't excuse what has happened, which is why I am here. I, Lord Kenobi, am offering myself to the Jedi and therefore I submit to the Jedi Council's words and judgement. Do with me, what you wish." At the end of his speech, Obi-Wan had lowered his head to the floor. He was completely submitting himself and he wanted to show it.

Meanwhile the Council, as well as Qui-Gon and his Padawan, were exchanging looks. Some had taken their hands from their lightsabers, other had stood up and moved into a battle position. The conflict was clear in the air. There were those, who knew Senator Kenobi and could not believe this was happening and there were those, who simply saw the Sith and knew about their deceptive nature. 

"I say we take him prisoner and then we find out what he knows and what he has planned with all means necessary." Obi-Wan was not sure who had spoken, he didn't know ALL Council members and Jedi by name after all. 

Another voice joined the first and another joined them, until the whole chamber was filled with different voices, who all wanted to present their opinions and views. All in all, it was pure chaos. And in the middle of it, Obi-Wan was still in the submissive position on the ground, until a clawed hand touched his shoulder and urged him to look up. 

"Master Yoda," he mumbled, but they stood close enough for the green Jedi to hear and understand him. 

 "Afraid you are?" 

"No my Master, I have accepted my fath- … my fate and I will stand for Darth Maul's crime, even if the price is my life." He had almost revealed that his father was a Sith as well. The small male's ears lowered, he seemed sad, 

"Come to this, it will not." The diminutive Master stepped back again and motioned for Obi-Wan to raise to his knees. He hit with his stick on the ground and immediately all voices quietened. 

 The young Sith felt Qui-Gon's inquiring Force presence, but he did not dare to reach out as well, neither did he want to see the disappointment and hate in the other's midnight blue eyes. Those thoughts were actually the worst. He could live with the hate of the whole galaxy, except when Qui-Gon or his father would hate him as well. 

"What I don't understand," this was Shaak Ti's voice, "is why you have revealed yourself. What were you hoping to gain?" 

"Merely your understanding and enlightenment Master Jedi. I want to make you see that what Darth Maul did, was not in the Sith's interest, merely his own. Also I hoped to show good will by offering myself as a sign of regret." 

"Peace you seek?" Yoda asked, he was still standing right in front of the young Senator, who did not found it so hard to look into the Master's eyes anymore

"More than anything… I am sick of all the fighting, all the hate against the Sith. The Sith are just beings like everybody else. We can change too you know."

"Unlikely," a Master who sat close to the door, said. 

"I could say the same about the Jedi. Your view is stiff and without compromise. You follow the Code of a long forgotten era and you still don't help those, who need your help the most." Obi-Wan was about to be interrupted, but he would not allow it, instead he stood up and leveled the Jedi he was talking to with a stern glance. "Don't you deny it, instead you should direct your gaze on the Outer Rim territories. Thousands of slaves and suppressed people, people who are angry at the Republic for not helping them and people who are jealous of what we have, but they don't. Those beings are in danger, in danger of themselves and of falling to the dark side. Or why do you think Maul was such a mindless monster while I am not? I could have joined him on his crusade after all." 

"But you are not stupid," this was Qui-Gon's voice. Obi-Wan still did not turn around to him. Though the deep baritone voice had been rid of all emotions, yet his eyes always told a completely different story. 

"Maul was not ‘stupid’, he was brilliant in his own way, but he was also blinded by his anger and jealousy." 

"And you are not?" asked Shaak Ti, she wore a thoughtful expression on her face. 

A moment of silence passed. "I would like to say 'no', but it would be a lie. I am merely human, I have feelings. We all do. And…" he sighed, "I think I let my fear of the consequences guide my steps, which is why I am now standing before you." 

"Elaborate," the dark skinned Korun Master ordered. His eyes were shadowed, the smile now gone from his face. 

"Had the Sith decided to stay hidden, you would have thought us guilty and evil, wouldn't you? Even more so than you do now." The Council members exchanged glances and Obi-Wan could feel in the Force, that they were silently talking to each other. He straightened his spine and gazed over Yoda's chair out of the window, but he was not really seeing anything. 

He just waited and what felt like an eternity, the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order spoke. "Discuss this we will, in private." This was not only directed at Obi-Wan, but at Qui-Gon and Anakin, the latter who had been surprisingly silent during the whole meeting. It was probably due to the shock. 

"Masters?" speaking of the blonde. 

"Yes Padawan Skywalker?" Plo Koon reacted. 

"I know that my opinion does not really matter, I am only a Padawan after all, but… but I know that Obi-Wan is nothing like that man Master Qui-Gon fought. That thing was darker and it made me feel sick and disgusted, but Obi-Wan doesn't." 

"Thank you for your insight Padawan. The Council will take your observation in consideration," and from the way Master Koon had said it, he really would. 

"Now to you, Senator Kenobi," Mace Windu had once more taken the role of the Council's leader. "Until the Council has come to a decision, you will be put into a cell here in the temple. You understand that we have to take precautionary steps and therefore cannot allow you access to the Force, or to any kind of weapon." 

"I understand," he nodded. 

"Do you carry a weapon with you? You will be searched nevertheless, but you can make it easier for all of us." 

"I don't, I came fully intending to surrender." Mace nodded and then turned his attention to Qui-Gon. He hesitated for a moment, but the Force had shown him what to do. "Master Jinn, you will accompany the Senator to his cell." 

When Qui-Gon was surprised at being selected, then he did not let it show. Obi-Wan however did for the briefest of seconds. He and Qui-Gon had a history and were emotionally connected. Surely Mace had seen something, otherwise he would not be sending an injured and emotionally connected man to escort a prisoner, a Sith prisoner. 

"Yes Master," said the tall man and he bowed so that single strands of his long brown hair fell into his face. 

"Dismissed you are, for now" a green claw waved them away. The two Jedi and the Sith bowed one last time and together they left the Council chamber and all the way towards the door, Obi-Wan prayed that he would not have to talk and face Qui-Gon, though he knew that it was inevitable.