#make it obikin modern au with angst

[2dayihaveaheadache]

I hear my heart breaking tonight

Guess who is back? Obikin RomCon AU, still inspired by Mitski lyrics, found another gem in my drafts...

(a movie still that may or may not have been the inspiration for the last scene :-)

AU prompt: Anakin is born in messed up circumstances, forced to travel from one city to the next, never forming any sense of real identity or feeling of belonging until they somehow end up in Tatooine, a town somewhere in Oregon - but that can't be it, can it? Is that all he can expect of life? That is until he meets Obi-Wan Kenobi, a boy two years his senior, so untouched by the bad sides of life, unreachable, that stands for everything that he can never have. An idolized love is born. But Obi-Wan deserves someone better than him, doesn't he?

(My roomate literally demanded for hours for Anakin's perspective on the happenings of "I glow pink in the night in my room" (here the original text if you are interested, it's not necessary to be read for this one) It turned into an expanded version with character study aspects (writer's anger I call it). Prepare for a long ride and a few TW unhealthy coping mechanisms, strong words, Anakin has anger issues and is need of a hug, seriously give the man a hug, and a steamy situation is mentioned. All thank my roommate for the idea and ENJOY!)

Anakin was six years old when the harsh realization of how fucked up his life is hit him for the first time. Fucked up, fuck, fucking, Life is shit. A cheap bitch with an open backdoor for every motherfucker. As an adult thinking back, these curses and slurs pass his mind. But back then, as an innocent kid, he might have not known them but til this day they express perfectly how he felt, rolling off his tongue with this perfectly burning sensation.

Fuck. It tastes as it feels. Harsh pronounced with a tad of spit to it, the k vibrating in the buccal cavity. Red-hot coal on his tongue.

Fucked up.

Sitting there on the terrace in their small backyard, his legs dangled over the edge, a crumpled tissue in his hands for his runny nose, it had hit him like a truck.

His 6th birthday was last week. A muffin on the breakfast table had marked the passing of another year in Oasis Spring. A cheap chocolate chip treat, that came bundled with others in the two-dollar section of the bakery aisle in the local supermarket. The muffins had smelled of lemon, not in a refreshing or natural way but in an annoyingly and excessively sugary manner, much like scented soap. The kind you find in tacky highway motels.

But his mother had smiled, so he had tried his best to smile too, forcing it onto his face. “Close your eyes, blow out your candles, and make a wish, Ani.”, she had said, “But don’t tell anybody or it won’t be granted.” He had nodded and then done as he was told, shut his eyelids, pursed his lips, and blown out his candles. Something inside him had halted. He hadn’t known what to wish for. Just one stupid wish. Something childish. Something other kids his age would wish for, but what did they actually wish for?

He didn’t know.

At the end of the day, what was there to wish for in Oasis Spring?

Six lit candles for another year stuck in the middle of the desert, six candles for more midnight microwaved lasagna dinner with plastic forks, country music, and fight at the breakfast table, six candles for more barking dogs in the neighboring backyards and the clinking of bottles next door, six years candles for another year closer to sweet sixteen and the taste of his first canned beer, six candles for being stuck here just like anybody else.

So, there he sat, a week later, barefoot on the terrace of their cookie-cutter tract house, with a runny nose and cargo shorts that barely covered his bruised knee. A band-aid had been plastered over it, carelessly, already peeling off. His skin itched, scratched from falling onto the sandy asphalt all day. He rubbed with his fingernails over the wound gingerly, careful to keep sand out of the scratch just like his mother had taught him. “You don’t want it to get infected.”

He was six and still not able to ride his bike properly. Shame tinted his cheeks and his eyes started to burn. Stupid training wheels. It was not his fault that here, in stupid Oasis Springs, all the roads were sandy and full of potholes.

And in this god-forsaken place, he would remain all his life, gradually becoming more and more like the others. The signs had always been there – the stale muffin with the floury dough for his birthday, the screaming adults inside doing “grown-up talk”, the bruises on his mum’s arm, the scratches on his knees. His life was a mess and he was stuck in it.

He was angry and at the same time he wanted to cry, so he pushed his knees up to his chest and swung back and forth, trying to calm himself down.

There was no one to console him. The other kids would only pinpoint at him and the adults were inside, the door closed, impossible for him to get in. His mum had sent him out to play like he was a toddler or a dog or some kind of pet. He scoffed angrily, wiping away his tears. She had knelt down to him, ruffling through his tousled curls, and told him that he should be a good boy now and go out and play with his friends – except he had no friends and she knew that.

He was too tiny for his age, all bones, and sinews, skinny like matchsticks, doe-eyed like a girl, always dressed in the same shorts and T-shirts from charity shops, and got his hair cut by his mum, which meant not at all or bowl cut at best. The curls reached down to his shoulders, and the ends were bleached by the desert sun, making him appear blond – like a stupid cherub or something. The kids at elementary school had dubbed him Tinykin. The perfect target to be made fun of. They grabbed him by the hair, rolled him over the asphalt (the one with the potholes) or stole his shoes – just as they had done today.

In the past, his mum had only smiled at him when she saw the bruises on his arms and legs. Bath day comes only once a week, Bathtuesday with lukewarm water and cheap shampoo. Sometimes he tried to avoid it, feeling ashamed of his marks, throwing a tantrum, and crying like a baby. Anything to escape her sad smile. Her treatment was always silent, almost mechanical. She never said anything and merely applied a band-aid over the black and blue marks, as if they would help anything. They never did, band aids were for open wounds, not bruised skin. But she felt better doing it, taking care of him. He recognized it in her eyes, so when he had to, he let her do it.

 Just for the sad smile to stop.

He found himself on the verge of crying ugly his doe-eyes out, which made him look like a girl, feeling rejected, put back into the role of a toddler, unable to communicate his pain, clenching his aching knee and thinking how fucking unfair the world was. It was not his fault he was born this way, with a girly face, with a mum that does only sadly smile, growing up in fucking Oasis Spring in Arizona, in the middle of the unforgiving desert, with grocery prices unpayable and no way to escape it all.

If he could, he would grab his bike and ride into the horizon just like the end in one of these western movies, he watched in the middle of the night when mum and the man they live with were absent – just with his bike and not on a horse. In some daydreams, he pictured himself with a cowboy hat, a smoke nipped between the lips, his plastic Nerf gun clicked to his belt like Terence Hill or Bud Spencer in “God Forgives… I don’t.”, a lasso coiled on his back, and a herd of cattle ahead.   

But of course, he was six and was not able to climb on a bike properly. He was chained to this place like a dog to its cage. A sob broke free from his throat. Fucking life. Never granting him anything.

Maybe he should have wished for that last week, the candles still burning in front of him atop his pitiful muffin.

He pulled his legs closer, hugging them like they were his only solace, much like he’d hold his stuffed bear at night. Maybe his mum was right with sending him out, he was behaving like a toddler, sniffing back tears with his eyes filled to the brim. Six years of age but still a tiny-winy crybaby inside. He will not cry; he told himself and clenched the underlip between his teeth, refusing to let the emotions take over. He was not a girl like his peers said he was. Not a Pussy like Bud Spencer or Terence Hill would say – or he imagine them saying.

So, he roughly wiped away the tears, that kept coming, and grimaced, feeling utterly ridiculous. Like an idiot with a painted face in the corner taking up space.

Inside the house, he could hear his mum’s angry shouts; followed by a loud thumb as if something had been thrown down to the ground. This time the fight seemed to be different. The arguments were typically loud and harsh, but never physically violent. The property was never damaged. The things they own were sacred because they only own so little. Shoes were worn until they fell apart and even then they were hoarded rather than thrown out. In this family, they seemed more inclined to hurt each other than their possession.

Later, the windows were shut, sealing in the noise, the screams, the world – leaving isolated Anakin outside.

The adults had forgotten about him. Anakin spent the night on the terrace, curled together into a ball, still barefoot with a runny nose, clinging to his clothes and shivering in the night’s sudden chill. Sleep did not come easy to him, it always slipped from his grasp before he could dive into it fully. No dream he could escape into. So, he spent the night staring at the starry sky, cursing fate, doubting God (he never much was of a religious person), or whatever higher-up power was up there.

Was it too much to ask for just someone to hug him? To tell him that it is ok to cry?

Or simply remember that he was freezing outside and open the door?

The next morning, his mum packed their bags, stuffing random things into their suitcases. She was angry, cheeks redden with frustration. It was the first time Anakin saw her in furious and it was almost like she was ashamed of her wrath. She wandered around the house, piling up his toys, cooking utensils and other random items. At one occasion, she threw a plate against the wall in her haste. Then she felt apologetic, collected the shards, clumsily pieced them together with one minute glue from the dollar tree and then at the end, kissed him on the crown of his hair, telling him that everything would be alright. “Don’t worry, Ani, I promise.” He wasn’t sure whether she said that for him or for herself.

It was evident that more than just a plate had been broken and it wouldn’t be as easy to be glued back together as the cheap china.

She was like a hazard, pushing clothes into the suitcase with so much force, that the zipper ripped open. Anakin watched as she cried and then brought yarn and needle and fixed the bag. It was a never-ending cycle of emotions and shattered glass. Sometimes things got messed up in her hurricane. What followed was a halfhearted attempt of redemption and a kiss on top of Anakin’s head. The fleeting touch of her lips that she gave him out of some obligation she felt. To be a better mother, to look like a better mum or to feel like a better mum. She loved him, he knew that, so let himself be hugged, kissed, or plastered with band aid to make her feel better – or just to avoid her sad smile.

After a couple of hours, she packed their bags into her car, stuffing it to the brim until nothing more fitted inside. It was not her car technically. It belonged to the man lived with them in the cookie cutter trac house and who had been the other partner in the screaming match last night. But this morning his mum did not care for his and her, splitting things up, just taking with her whatever she could get her hands on. It seemed like she did not care for a lot of things, wandering around the house like a whirlwind, leaving behind a trail of destruction. So, she loaded their things into the trunk, fastened Anakin’s seatbelt, drove out of the garage and sped down main road.

It was a Friday morning, they left Oasis Springs.

The early morning sun had bleed over the horizon and the first heat shimmer lingered over the asphalt. It was four hours until school would start and two until the town would slowly start waking up. Most of their neighbors had closed window shutters, not noticing them passing by, too caught up in their own world. Only the old Nicky, an ex-veteran, sitting in his white tank top and boxershorts in the front lane, barely raised his head when they drove past him. He muttered something like “God...”  

Oasis Spring wouldn’t miss them.

Anakin asked why they had left his bike in the house, he still wanted to learn riding it. His mum only smiled as answers. It was the sad one. The one he hated. So, he kept his mouth shut, not pressing any further.

He looked out of the window, recognizing remnants of his childhood pass by. The streets with the potholes, he had wished to speed down on his bike till the crossroad. The neighborhood, tract house lining up the next tract houses but not the nice variant Anakin saw in movies. No white picket fence, no mown front lane, no swings in apple trees. The difference to a trailer park was little. Then the concrete cuboid with the tiny sandy backyard, that was his elementary. The pathetic palm tree on Kinsey Alley, which he had fallen down and scarred his brow when he was four, doing some stupid bet with the neighbor’s boys. Mr. Miller’s house with the dog cage in the backyard. Anakin had sneaked to it one time, expecting cute pups. Instead, he found a Pitbull, barking at him aggressively.

Last night he had cursed Oasis Springs, his life, but even now driving past it, he was carrying it within him, in this car, in the air he breathed, in his mother’s heart. It was inescapable. There would be other Oasis Springs, different sandy streets, new kids mocking him, other barking pitbulls and more screaming matches behind closed doors.

Because his life was fucked up.

His mum’s eyes were focused on the road as she turned the steering wheel to the right, right like she was driving north, out of the town. She did not notice her son clenching his hands to fists – or if she did, she did not say anything.

After five minutes Oasis Springs was out of Anakin’s sight when peeked out of the window. Seven more hours and the godforsaken desert was gone, after two days the whole state of Arizona. Out of sight, not quite yet out of mind, he thought, running his fingers over his bruised knee.

=

After eight years of running, ending up in Oregon and with that in Tatooine was not the plan – at least not from the beginning. They just happened to stay there. At first glance, Anakin thinks Tatooine is just one of the many intermediate steps, they do on their trip. It always works like that, his mum chooses some town nearby, she gets a job there, they move out of their motel room into some kind of semi-permanent living condition with the new money and then she gets him to attend the education there. Once the bills start to pile up and the dept collectors chase them, she packs their things, drives north as she always does, and then they start somewhere else from scratch again.

But somehow, they manage to stay in Tatooine. The bills still come in, and the dept collectors still knock at their door but nothing drastic happens that would force them to run away like always. No screaming neighbor, no bad ex-boyfriend, and definitely no dead man in the pool. 

After three months of working, his mum finds them a tiny apartment a five-minute walk down the main road, she takes over the night shift at the local Wendy’s and enrolls him in Tatooine junior high. He is 14 and a half, too old for junior high but that is their only option. His CV is a patchwork of gaps and bad grades, so he repeats a year. It’s only for his best, the teachers say and his mum believes that. 

She tries her best, she really tries, he knows that when he sees her putting her strands into the hair net, flipping burgers in some greasy diner till late at night, and then cleaning the floor on her knees for the extra bucks.

He knows it when she comes home at night, still trying to be cheerful after a long day of work, and when she tries to buy him things to make him fit in better. 

These things are clothes from Goodwill, band T-Shirts from the late 70s when she was young. Music, that nobody listens to anymore. They are not his style – they are black, at least - but she loves it when he wears them, make her feel like a good mum. So, he does it. No matter, that they do the opposite of what his mum thinks they do. 

She never wants him to get a job, even though he has got pretty good at tinkering with vehicles, she wants him to focus on school instead. As if he would care for that, he curses silently, it is only purgatory. The moment he walks in, the teachers have already formed their opinions about him, just punishing him ends and ends for simply existing. 

In Tatooine, he finds Mace, a grumpy old man, who owns a workshop on Jefferson Alley, a seedy neighborhood but good enough for him. Anakin is 15 now, all the height he missed when he was a kid, has rushed to him in his teens. So, now he towers over all his peers and most of the adults, tall and lanky, all bones and sinews. He looks older than he is and he uses that to his advantage – at least, he thinks he can outsmart Mace. 

Mace knows Anakin’s real age but he decides not to comment on it. He lets the boy tinker in his workshop – that is more a garage than an actual shop – lets him spray paint the cars, wash off the dirt, and if Anakin is patient, lets him help fix the vehicles. He pays the boy a minimum wage in the garage but what can Anakin do? He is lucky enough that Mace even lets him work there. 

Sometimes Anakin ditches school just to take over one shift, midday especially, feeling better with his hands dirty under some engine cover than in the hallways or the physics classroom. His engineering talent is only wasted there. He loves the smell of the motor oil, the grease of the machines, and the scent of the solvents in the paint, better than anything the school can offer. 

But most importantly, Mace lets him be himself – or the version Anakin has become. Mace gifts him the first mechanical parts for the build of a motorbike, which he has no use for anymore. He does not comment on Anakin’s black-painted nails and once the boy asks him, he just shrugs with his shoulders and shaves off the boy’s curls with a razor blade. It is nearly buzzcut, in the back there are still some longer locks, that Anakin ties together to a tiny ponytail, a short mullet. 

The haircut makes Anakin feel relieved like he finally shed off his past, he is no longer girly with his now-cut-off curls. No one can grab him by the hair, roll over asphalt or steal his shoes.  

He is not Tinykin anymore. 

The kids in school fear him with his shaved mullet. The scarred brow from the fall when he was four, the black nail polish, the oldies Rock’ n’ Roll’ T-Shirt, and the biro doodles on his arm, which he draws because he has no tattoos yet, looking realistic though. They all perfect the image people want to see in him. 

For the first time, Anakin feels powerful. His looks, his attire, and his public image have become his armor, shielding him from any sort of harassment. Tinykin is gone. The kids whisper when they see him in the hallways with held-up hands but stop when they feel his glare on them. Fear is control, he realizes, brushing through his short hair with one hand, one leg crossed over the other, the used combat boots shimmering polished, red shoelace marking him as a leftist. 

So, he lets them stare at him, he lets them call him a Satanist and he lets the teacher think of him as a delinquent, never granting him the hallway pass. As a provocation he smokes on the school grounds, shares a pack with the older students, smudges coal liner under his eyes, and picks up any fight he can, snarling with bared teeth like an animal. 

There is surprisingly much power in his lanky limbs, he thinks one night, hunched over the sink, observing his bruised rips in the mirror. He hisses once he touches them, his skin is adorned by black and blue marks, some already fading while others blossom on top of them. Battle marks. Soldiers are proud to carry them, so he should feel the same. 

Tinykin can bite now, he has gone through a metamorphosis, and he is like Chuck now. A Pitbull. No longer girly. 

And it makes him feel good, the adrenaline rushing through his veins when he sees red. Him pushing his body further than he ever thought was possible, the limps aching out of exhaustion, the sinews impossibly stretched but still going further. And he likes the dominance, the sentiment, when the others crouch beneath him, feeling sorry about whatever comment they made about Anakin or his mum. Anakin makes them beg – or wishes to make them beg, wishes to spit on them.

The thought is aggressive and venomous. Suddenly he is afraid of it, afraid of going too far, afraid of the Pitbull inside. Still, he is dependent on it, addicted to the taste of blood on his tongue. So, he just continues. Fist fighting, bleeding, caring for the wound, and fighting again. 

One day he will end up in the hospital but he still does not care. 

One fistfight later, it is enough, states the school when they call him into the administration office. He just shrugs it off, his lips bleeding, from one punch, adrenaline still rushing through his veins. The other one looks worse, is his only thought as he stares down at his split knuckles. 

It has consequences. Everything has consequences. Life does never grant him anything. 

The principal’s office calls his mum and tells her about his disruptive behavior in class, how his grades have fallen since last December in every subject, that he has vandalized the school toilet with Anarchic political propaganda, dresses inappropriately, and is missing in every second-class unit. She apologizes over the phone, begs him to not throw him out yet, and gives him another chance, offering a donation with money they do not have. 

So, they let him stay and punish him with detention. For two weeks he scrubs gum from school desks, cleans the dirty tiles in the toilets, or sweeps the schoolyard. His mum takes over another shift at Wendy’s to pay off the money and smiles at him sadly. There is disappointment in her eyes. He feels embarrassed, pinches his bruised lips, avoids looking at her, and still starts to cry, feeling suddenly like his real age, a fifteen-year-old teenager, and hugs her like a little kid. She only hushes, strokes through his now short hair, and plasters one of her infamous band-aids over the cut on his lips. 

Her words are that people like them just have it harder in life, so they must keep fighting. 

People like them? People who just take their legs and just run away all life?

He hates that expression, hates that he was born like that, that he never had a fair chance, and feels a sting of hatred for his mum. Why did she even get him in this messed up world if she knew his life would be a fuck? She had done that to him, chained him to this, made him endure it. 

And if she talks about fighting back, why does she always submit to others and crawls on her knees over the dirty tiles in some diner just for a few bucks more while other people spit at her?  

Why did she back off just because the principal called her? Why did she not have his back like a real mum would? Why did she not defend him? 

But his mum only wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly, smiling at him. It is the sad smile, the one that always shuts him up. She walks through the tiny living room area, grabs two plates from the kitchen cabinet, and puts the takeaway on the dishes. It is left over from Wendy’s she got to take home after her shift. “Come on”; she says as if she had not just bribed the principal, “Turn on the telly, there is a Bud Spencer film on Channel 3.” 

For a second he stares at her. He has just cried a minute ago but he turns to the TV, a cheap model he got from eBay for free, and turns on the screen. It awakes with a screech, that makes him wonder how long the model will last. She takes the seat next to him on the couch. “Everything will be alright.”

He cringes and feels the sudden urge to curl up into a ball or disappear. He truly feels like 15 now. Nothing is fine and she knows that. But she searches for his warmth and cuddles him. He feels uncomfortable with the contact, incredibly stiff, but he lets her do it just so that the fucking sad smile disappears.  

That night his mom falls asleep in front of the Television while watching Anakin’s favorite Western. In the dimmed lights of the electrics, he recognizes the exhaustion, that marks her face, new wrinkles have formed next to her eyes. He carries her to bed, sitting next to her for an awkward minute. He fidgets with his fingers, feeling embarrassed of his teenage anger outburst from before but not knowing how to put it into words, so silence stretches out in the room. 

“I’m sorry.”, he tries to whisper, barely audible. “I’m sorry for calling you a bad mum.” He nearly swallows the words, that is how uncomfortable he feels speaking them. 

He waits for her to react but she is already asleep.  

Maybe she is a fighter, he thinks as he rests her head on a pillow, a warrior just in a different way than him. She is not young like him and has not the power in her limbs to just start a fight with everyone who behaves nasty. 

Another wave of embarrassment hits him, so he escapes the room, flinging a window open, gasping for breath, just out of that room. 

So, he sits on his windowsill, biting his bruised lips ashamed, the pain clearing his head. With his nails, he breaks off the Black polish, a nervous habit. His mind conjures images of his six-year-old self. The same heated anger wrenches his heart, he hears the phantom scream of his mum inside, cries ugly with a runny nose, cursing the world silently for his fucked-up life. 

He does not want to wake her up that night. Does not let her see that she made him tear up. 

=

Half a year after his 15th birthday, he has collected enough parts to build an entire motorbike from scratch. Mace helps him and tells him the do-s and don’ts of the process while handing him the screwdrivers. Once it is finished, he pads the teenage boys on his shoulders. There is even a spark of pride in his eyes.

Mace has grown into some sort of fatherly figure over the last year for him. The man has a stoic face, never emotionally caring for others, never hugging Anakin, never asking how he feels – but he helps Anakin, never asks questions when the boy is on his mat at 2 am or if he has school tomorrow, just silently guiding the boy into the garage and to his newest project.

Mace never raises the wage, still paying the boy only a few bucks an hour but he buys him lunch when Anakin takes over the midday shifts – that is the deal, midday shift for a Chicken Sandwich, or he gifts the boy mechanical parts for Anakin’s projects and lets him build them in his garage once he is finished with his tasks. 

One of them is the motorbike. At 15 and a half Anakin’s bike is finally ready, half a year too young to be legally driving it, but who cares for a license in Tatooine? He grabs a can of spray paint and colors it in black to match him but something is missing. Mace nudges him slightly, handing him another spray can. It is red. He adds another single line, creating the illusion of fire when it is speeding down the streets. A flaming motorcycle, could be a reference to a Comic book, Ghost Rider, or something, Anakin grins to himself as he puts on the helmet to drive it for a test run. 

It is Mace’s Helmet, the same for the Jackett, that Anakin has thrown over his shoulders, some bike gang insignia stitched on the back, two knives crossing. The older man has said that he had no use for it anymore and now that Anakin has a bike, it would be better off with him than lying around in the dust of his closet. Anakin had started to tear up but Mace had just hushed, grabbing the boy for a brief hug, in which both felt uncomfortable and later just stared at the ground embarrassed. 

It was too early for such an intimate act. 

When his mum recognizes him pulling up in front of their apartment building, she is anxious. She runs down the stair, meeting him, about to scold him but then she sees the joy in his face. 

So, she asks if he is now finally able to live his dream and ride a bike. He nods and he speeds down Jefferson Alley, his mother clinging to him in the backseat, screaming against the wind.

For the first time in fifteen years, Anakin feels truly happy, adrenaline rushing through his veins. Maybe his life isn’t as fucked up as he thinks. 

=

He is sixteen when his curls have grown back so that they reach his jaw now. He lets them hang loose, never caring for them with any styling product like his peers do. They frame his angular countenance, the small chin, the sharp bone structure, that has grown more prominent in the last year. His face still has big eyes and plush, reddish lips but they are contrasted by his sharp jawline now. He looks different, harder, matured, marked by life just like his scared body, he thinks when he sees himself in the mirror. A fighter. A troublemaker. 

The brio doodles on his arms have become real tattoos, once he has hit sixteen. Now a barbed wire twines around his triceps, fading down into billows of smoke, a cityscape blooming on his lower arm. His chest is covered by a St. Andrews cross. Rex looked at him strangely when Anakin requested to let a catholic motive cover his chest and lower abdomen. He raised his brows the stencil hovering in the air. Are you Sure, his eyes said. Anakin has only nodded., 

He is not religious but it’s a sign of protection. Why should he not feel a need for protection? 

He still spends most of his time at Mace’s workshop but somehow school has become more prominent too. The cause is the invention of the Tatooine High Physics Club – not that he is particularly interested in Physics, quanta, or atoms, they just give him the perfect opportunity to tinker. Last month he built his first robot and the other had helped him with the programming. IT has never been his strong suit. To a certain degree he was interested in the construction of electronic devices but the world inside, the software has never been his aim. Partly fault for that was that he has never had a computer at home and has ditched most of the classes where it was used – but suddenly it became of interest to him. 

It is a better future, his mum tells him one dinner, IT is better than whatever he does at Mace’s garage. He could study computer science someday. He looks at her, suddenly feeling nausea, the leftover from yesterday rumbling in his stomach. He digs his nails into his palms, biting his tongue, holding any backlash back. 

They have started to have a lot of conversations like that since he started Highschool. 

Just look at him, he thinks, the tattoos, the black painted nails, the music taste, the red shoelace in his combat boots, the biker jacket over his shoulders, he is not the guy for Uni. It would be the same as in school. Everywhere he goes prejudice marks his way. He would have to fight harder than anyone else, suddenly get a good GPA, and find a scholarship. As if he could ever afford to go to college on his own. 

He would just end in a purgatory of endless debts, that he never in his life could pay back. 

He will just end like his mum. After the school graduation, he will work at Mace’s workshop full-time but that will never be enough money to support them both, so he will take over any job he finds, flipping burgers in some kind of fast-food chain and cleaning the floor for the extra few bucks. 

He swallows. It is like he was born to become like that. It was his destiny from the start and after all these years of ditching school, fighting, and doing the absolute worst he has only dug his grave further. Life was never fair to him. The fucking world is unfair. He was destined to become like that and everybody has pushed him further on that path. 

Anakin feels sad and then angry. All the sadness that does wrench his heart, he pushes it into his anger. Wrath is an easier emotion to deal with than tears and all the fuck. When he feels angry, he can get drunk and pick up the next fight till his knuckles split open and blood runs down his cheeks. Life does make Anakin kneel to it but in a fight, he can make others kneel to him. Be the one in the prominent position for one fucking second in his life. 

When adrenaline is running through his veins, the only thing that counts is who is the better fighter and not who was born in the better situation. 

Or he could fuck, get wasted and pick up someone, lets himself be dragged into a cheap motel, and then shag like an animal. It’s carnal intercourse, not lovemaking – who has time for that and who is the idiot and believes in love – then he is like a predator, just doing whatever his body needs to let go of this anger. The next morning, he forgets whoever his partner was, not that it does ever matter to him. He just leaves the motel room early the next morning.

He has become an arsehole, he realizes, and his mum would be disappointed. 

So, sitting there at the dinner table, all his behavior of the last years, all the time he has acted out of anger or thought he has fought the unfair system, start piling up on his shoulder, revealing themselves to be only burdened. 

Others have never liked him, so he became unlikeable instead of trying, bared his teeth, and hissed like an animal. 

Others have seen the delinquent in him, so he has become the delinquent, smoking on school grounds, fighting, and ditching class. 

He runs to the bathroom and only vomits, tears streaming down his cheeks, his hands gripping the sink. His mum does ask him what happened later, there is a spark of worry in her eyes, but he refuses to answer, once again putting up the face of the insolent child, the troublemaker. 

“I’m sorry.,” something deep inside whispers. 

=

Anakin has his first time with a man the day his mum gets the cancer diagnosis. It is a rainy day in August, and the cloud ceiling lowering over the town of Tatooine, suffocating him from above. How ironic, a fucking symbol for his emotions. He chokes, he swallows, he lights himself a smoke, grimacing bitterly. 

The hospital calls him at work, midday shift like usual. Mace tells him to pick up the phone, he suspects nothing, speeds down to the telephone, and answers. For the next fifteen minutes, he listens to the doctor in a trance, answers yes when it is needed, yes to if he would pick up his mum – she is still affected by the anesthetics from the screening, yes if she should start chemo and yes if he would cover the costs.

It takes him another fifteen minutes to realize what it does mean for them as a family, what he has agreed to. Stage four breast cancer, chemo, no health insurance. They do not have the money for treatment, in no world will they ever have. The doctors tell his mum, she knows it, he knows that she knows. He picks her up, she tries to say it, he ignores her, and the rest of the ride home is silent. 

He carries her up the stairs, sets her down on the couch in the living room area, pulls her favorite blanket over her, and rests her head on a pillow. She tries to protest, tell that she is no porcelain doll but her voice is hoarse, her arms are shaky and midway she realizes that herself, so she stays silent, ashamed. He makes her a cup of chamomile tea, the cheap one from the supermarket around. They talk, they talk about everything, how lovely he was as a child – he only remembers himself crying, how she always dreamed about opening a real restaurant – he only knows the taste of leftovers from Wendy’s, and what his dreams for the future are – he lies to her about studying, she knows but she still smiles, clinging to the nice words because what else has she left?  

They talk about everything and nothing. 

In the end, he is exhausted, excusing himself, lying about having a shift at Mace’s workshop, willing down the sobs that want to escape his mouth, brushing his hair into his face to hide the specks. 

He wants to escape the apartment where he only finds disappointment in his mother’s eyes, where they only lie to each other, and where the air tastes of death, that suffocates him with every breath. 

 He feels bad for going, leaving her alone, leaving the death-forsaken woman but he still does it., crying with a runny nose, feeling selfish, and at the same time desperate for a hug. 

That day he finds himself in the same bar, he always goes when something bad happens to drown himself in liquor. The barman Yoda already knows him and his favorites. The first few shots are on the house and then an “anonymous” person starts paying for them. Anakin does not care enough to actually ask who it is, he just drowns them in one go and grimaces at the burning feeling in his throat. 

The world starts turning around him and it is a pleasant feeling, nothing is clear, and everything is hazy. He roars like an animal, falls from his barstool, and fails to stand up again when a stranger helps him up. He has a nice face and friendly hazel eyes – at least Anakin thinks he has. He offers the teenager a hand and tells him he would drive him home; the smile is open and honest – too nice for a seedy town like Tatooine. 

Anakin tries to protest but the stranger has already manhandled him out of the bar. He is placed in a car, diagonally laid over the backseat. He feels like he wants to vomit but the stranger is nice, helps him up, holds up his hair, and helps him unbutton his shirt. It is hot in the car, and the stranger smiles. 

The moment, Anakin lays bare on the cheap plastic leather of the Ford, he realizes what is happening. The stranger has started to fidget with Anakin’s jeans, fumbling at the zipper. There is still a genuine smile on his face, telling Anakin that everything will be ok, abusing Anakin’s drunkenness. His jeans are pushed down to his knees, exposing his boxer shorts and his bare tighs. Anakin is suddenly shy, trying to cover his naked skin but the stranger pushes his hands away, pining them over his head with force. 

Anakin’s mind is still gone, still sitting in his apartment with his mum, conversing stifling Smalltalk, crying for his mum and missing her so much but his body does react for him instead. He feels a warmth forming in his core, a tinge of drunk arousal, mixed with disgust for himself. It is strange and his drunk body tries to convince him that it is hot. 

Then he is flipped over, his chest hits the backseat and he moans at the sudden friction. His jeans are pushed down even further, his boxershorts following. Nervous fingers explore his backside, the touch is fleeting, unsure, embarrassed. The fuck itself happens in haste, it is quick and dirty, the other man fucks him bare, nervously, fingers grabbing Anakin so tight that it bruises for a second and then disappearing, never quite there, as if he wants to leave no trace. The stranger gives Anakin the feeling that he is a plastic toy, something to be used and then thrown away. 

For a second Anakin does not care, likes the sound of bodies slapping against each other, the feeling that he has some use. It does his job and makes him forget about his fucked up life for a second. 

Once the stranger is finished, he cleans himself with a wipe, pulling up his trousers as if nothing happened, and leaves Anakin dripping on the backseat. So, there he lays, another man’s body fluids running down his thighs, still in a drunken haze, with a mum with stage four cancer, he grimaces bitterly. 

He does not feel angry, he does not cry. He just feels empty. The St. Andrews Cross burns on his chest. 

The embarrassment takes another day to enter his system. Then the wrath follows, wrath is easier to deal with than embarrassment, than feeling dirty, than the need he has to shower to wash off the other man’s scent from his body. So, he lets the anger roar in his chest. 

=

He meets Obi-Wan Kenobi for the first time at a house party – meeting for the first time is not the right expression. He knew Obi-Wan Kenobi before, he recognized him in the hallway when he saw the copper strands and the horn-rimmed glasses. Kenobi is the president of the Physics Club Anakin sometimes attended, Kenobi is the golden boy of the student newspaper, he was the guy on the bleacher that Anakin saw when he finished PE class and Obi-Wan has collected his dad's car a few times at Mace’s garage. 

So, technically he knew Obi-Wan Kenobi before but this evening he gets to know him for real. Whatever that means. 

Rex, Anakin’s tattoo artist, and semi-best friend, drags him there. Rex is two years Anakin’s senior, has a bleached buzz cut, arms covered with black and blue Ink, and a smirk, that Anakin can hardly say no to. Last summer Mace hired him and the two have instantly linked. Rex is not the best mechanic but he needs the money, so they made a deal. Anakin taught him the fundamentals and for that, he got a discount on the tattoos he wanted to get. 

His mum has stopped working four months ago, half a year after her cancer diagnosis. Too late in Anakin’s opinion, too early in hers. They have started to fight more often. She thinks that he is too overprotective over her, he thinks she is only working herself to death. She scolds him for his life choices, he screams at her how she thinks he is paying for her chemo. It only escalates and, in the end, both cry and he is feeling once again like the true teenager that he is, clinging to her like a little child. 

So, Anakin lets himself be manhandled by Rex to the party in Quinlan Vos’ house. It is near the Jefferson Alley, a quick walk by foot from Mace’s workshop, far enough from his apartment, and far enough from his mum. 

Since his mum’s cancer diagnosis, he has dropped out of school, working full-time at Mace’s garage, the count of his tattoos has doubled, now covering more than just naked skin. There is now a bike and a sandy backyard on his left thigh. Fucking Oasis Springs, he thinks, he could not escape his past, so why not embrace it? 

He has thought about a tattoo of his mum’s name but then he discarded the idea, as too cheesy. She would hate it, tell him that is like looking at her own gravestone and she is still very much alive. 

He has just grabbed his third beer – his drinking habits have become worse too – when he notices Obi-Wan. The other man, also two years Anakin’s senior – in the same year as Rex, wears a white polo shirt, stuffed into his cord jeans and cute horn-rimmed glasses. He looks like he does not belong to this party, totally out of place with his outfit and the nervous laughter that speaks of insecurity. Anakin nudges Rex’s shoulder but the other man just shrugs in a manner of Why would I care, so Anakin steps closer to Obi-Wan. 

The other man has something about him, that makes Anakin want to look closer at why he is so nervous. Anakin has no savior complex but something like the abuse, that happened to Anakin in the parking area of Yoda’s bar should not happen again – or at least, if Anakin can do something against it, so he steps closer to overhear the conversation. 

They talk about “Seven Minutes in Heaven” and Obi-Wan seems nervous, and uncomfortable with taking part but Quinlan Vos - Anakin cursed a silent “arsehole” – seems to be reluctant to listen to his friend. He has put one arm around his shoulder, nudging him closer, trying to encourage him. It makes Anakin cringe, it is uncomfortable to watch, makes his inner Pitbull bark aggressively, and makes him want to split his knuckles open on Vos’s skull. 

Since his mum’s diagnosis, his anger issues have become worse, too. He fights, smokes, and fucks more than ever. – much to his mum’s disappointment but it is the only thing keeping him together, keeping him working at Windu’s, and with that the only thing paying for the chemo. 

So, Anakin joins in last minute, kneeling himself to the circle, taking another sip from the beer. Some raised brows but nobody refuses him to take part. He is Anakin Skywalker, a heavy drinker, a delinquent, known for his bed stories – why not have him in a round? 

The bottle gets spun a couple of times but nothing happens to him or Obi-Wan. People get taken to the closet; they snog there until the next couple takes their place. Anakin is bored, he stares at Rex who has already found himself another activity, he yawns bored. Maybe he should have stayed at home. 

That changes when the bottle stops in front of Obi-Wan, who lets out a nervous laugh. “I guess it’s my turn now.”, he says with a voice that sounds surprisingly tiny for a teenager. He brushes with one hand through his copper strands and rearranges his Polo Shirt, the glasses nearly fall from his nose because of his hasty movement, his cheeks are blushed and his body posture speaks of insecurity. “Who wants to do it with me?”

The question is asked with a tone that breaks Anakin’s heart. It reminds him of himself, him before most of the bullshit had taken place, before his job at Windu’s, before his first tattoo, before his first fist fight, before his mum’s diagnosis, before he has become who is now before he was broken. It is like looking into a mirror and seeing the young boy in Oasis Springs with a runny nose who just wanted to learn to ride a bike to make friends. Tinykin, he wants to sigh. 

Anakin feels stupid to raise his hand that quickly but what else can he do? The Pitbull in his chest roars with the need to protect, bite away Quinlan’s greasy hand from Obi-Wan’s shoulder, protect Obi-Wan at all cost, shower him with compliments till all insecurities go away – but Anakin is not a man of nice words, life has hardened him, so all he can do is stand up and play the part of the heartbreaker who has taken a liking in the shy boy. 

Nobody makes a comment, they do not care enough – or they care enough to spread a rumor the next day, whatever. So, the two get taken to the closet and Obi-Wan laughs more nervously as if his insecurity would disappear if he does it more often. It is a painful sound in Anakin’s ears, making his heart wrench. He wants to grab Obi-Wan’s hand, squeeze it, tell him that everything will be alright – but it would only scare Obi-Wan way, too soon. 

The closet is so small that both must stand with only a few centimeters between them, a contact that is forced to be intimate and uncomfortable. Obi-Wan shivers, trying to distance himself, laughing one more time when he realizes that Anakin notices it, it is like saying “Nothing against you, but could you please stop invading my personal space?” 

Anakin clears his throat and steps the tiny step back, that he can take in the small closet. His back hits a shelf with canned food. 

“So, we have to kiss now, don’t we?”. Kiss is pronounced breathy, a word with insecurity laced to it. Obi-Wan has never kissed anybody, it is clear as daylight, and he is nervous to do it now. He does not want to do it, he just feels like he needs to do it. 

“We don’t have to do anything”, Anakin answers and takes another sip from his beer. It is room temperature now, tasting disgusting on his tongue but still better than nothing, a bit of liquid courage for the next words. “Just because some bastards tell us to do something, we don’t have to do it.” 

“You are Anakin, right?”, Obi-Wan asks unsure, trying to change the subject. “I saw you a couple of times in Mace Windu’s shop, you work there, don’t you?” 

Anakin only nods, adding another “Still do.” after the silence stretches out uncomfortably. 

“I have not seen you in school for a really long time. You used to attend Physics Club; I noticed you there a few times but then you just stopped coming. CP30 still needs the new gadget for his eyes, the boys have been too shy to add it without you.” Obi-Wan’s chuckle is still nervous. “Why did you stop? – I mean coming, why did you stop coming?”

“Bad things happened.”, Anakin answers taciturnly, taking the last sip from his bottle, already regretting it. The closet is so tiny that he feels the warmth the other man radiates, a bead of sweat runs down his cheek, and he wipes it away, trying to grin reassuringly. Everything is alright. He brushes a lock behind his ear, suddenly feeling itchy, and uneasy on his feet like he needs to do something. He starts drumming on his empty bottle, avoiding eye contact. 

It was a stupid idea to cage himself with Obi-Wan in a closet that barely measure two square meters. 

“You still can come, CP30 is waiting, nobody will touch him if you don’t want that.” 

“I-“, tries Anakin but Obi-Wan’s nervous talking interrupts him, the other man fidgets with his fingers. “We have classes as always and the Physics classroom is open as usual, Thursday afternoon and Fridays till 3 pm.” 

“Yeah”, grumbles Anakin, staring at everything other than Obi-Wan, trying to get his inner Pitbull under control that roars to surge forward and kiss him til all the nervous words stop flooding from his mouth. The other man’s cheeks are still blushed from the heat and some of his copper strands are damp, slightly curled, making them look impossibly fluffy, that Anakin gets the itch to brush through them.

It is an itch he should not scratch. 

“I’m sorry, I’m making you uncomfortable.” 

“No-“

“I just thought after you volunteered that you might be slightly interested.” 

The shy man makes Anakin cringe. Obi-Wan looks so unsure of himself, pushing and pulling at his Polo shirt, cheeks heated because of his words. Obi-Wan has never kissed anyone before, roars his inner Pitbull, why don’t you take his first kiss? You are a good kisser, you could make him enjoy it. 

Anakin plunges forward, cupping the other man’s face with a swift movement, surprised by his actions. He turns his head away, staring at his shoes instead, the combat boots are old and used, has bought new ones since his mum’s diagnosis, saving any money he has. His voice is hoarse and slow when he continues, “Ehm -I am interested.” 

Then he leans in, brushing his lips slightly against Obi-Wan’s forehead, getting addicted to the taste of the honey-kissed skin with the slight hint of male sweat, the urge blooming to taste it with his tongue and then he wills it down, jerking back like he has burnt himself, nearly falling over himself, embarrassed by his own animal-like thought just to take. 

In that second the closet is opened and a weirdly grinning Quinlan Vos eyes them, scanning for a sign of snogging. He eyes Obi-Wan’s damp curls, his heated cheeks, and the Polo shirt. 

“Happy Seven Minutes in Heaven, Obi.” 

“Ehm-“

Anakin feels like he wants to vomit. 

= 

Anakin is 17 when Obi-Wan graduates. He watches from afar, sitting on the bleachers Obi-Wan used to sit on, smoking a pack – he has even called Mace for a free day, knowing that this will only end in Yoda’s or some stranger’s backseat, all just to stop the throbbing sound of his breaking heart. 

It’s like watching everything, that could have been, and at the same time never will be. He could be standing there, getting his A-Levels done, posing with his friends in these stupid robes, hugging his mum, and hearing her whisper into his hair how proud she is. 

But it will never be. He will never finish school and instead works full-time to pay the bills. And what friends? The kids, that have harassed him in Oasis Springs or the kids who were afraid of him in Tatooine? Who would be standing here with him now, grimacing like an idiot for some graduation photos? 

You could have been a part of this now, the Pitbull whispers to him bitterly as Anakin lights himself another cigarette, you could be standing there now, planting a kiss on the shy boy’s lips if you just had been brave back then. You could be there now as just a friend and maybe even as his boyfriend. 

I am broken, sighs Anakin, I have a fucked-up life. Obi-Wan deserves better, Obi-Wan deserves the world, he should leave this shit hole that is Tatooine and finally find someone who cherishes him. 

So, he sits there and watches from afar as everybody becomes older, graduates, leaves the town, starts studying and he just stays Anakin, working in Mace’s garage, sitting the evening with his mum in front of the telly, watching some western, crying himself to sleep at night for everything that could have been. 

= 

Anakin is 19 when he meets Padme again. The night before he has drunken until he blacked out and she had been the first face to greet him in A&E. As strange as it sounds, they fall in love quickly – or she falls in love quickly. She is a doctor, she likes to heal, likes to take care of, likes to amend and he is her little project. She thinks she can fix him, takes him out, controls his drinking and smoking habit, stops him from fighting – she is good for him, his mum smiles. 

He reads that Obi-Wan has left Tatooine. He is for the first time in the Newspaper for some charity event in New York, that he attends with his newlywed wife. She looks pretty, tall, blond with a perfectly proportioned body and the wedding ring glimmers on her finger. Obi-Wan has not changed much, it has been years and yes there is a beard now covering his dimples, but there is the same insecurity, the same shyness in his posture, that makes Anakin's inner Pitbull beg him to take care of him. 

He is happy now, he tells himself and smiles bitterly, Obi-Wan has become what he has deserved, a perfect life. 

But Anakin cannot help to feel jealous of the other man, of all the possibilities the other has, no chain caging him in Tatooine, no mum with stage four cancer, no same old job, that he carries out every day since he is fifteen, no debts that he can never pay back, no emptiness in his heart, that he cannot fill. 

But isn’t Anakin happy now, too? He has Padme – at least he has someone, he should be happy now. 

And his mum loves Padme, they form a bond quite easily – she loves Padme probably more than he does and that hurts. Padme is perfect for his mum, the definition of a woman with a golden heart, for the first time his mum is truly proud of him. It hurts his heart to lie to her like that, to pretend to be the happy boyfriend in love but he does it. 

When their high school friends start asking them why they are not married yet, he decides to propose to her. He does everything the others do, he books a restaurant, hides the ring box in his best jacket, and then falls to his knees when it is the right moment. She smiles, cries out of joy, and showers him with kisses – he only feels uncomfortable, fidgeting with his fingers. Later on, he blames it on his nervousness. 

He is 20 when he stands at the altar waiting for the bride. He is 21 when the twins are born and he holds Luke and Leia for the first time in his arms. 

He tries to be happy, tries to be a good father, reads all the fucking books about parenting, makes himself a total idiot just to make the kids love, shows them his favorite westerns, lets them ride on his back, and sleeps next to them every single night for the first three nights of their life. 

And he tries to love Padme, God knows, he tries so much. He takes Padme out for date nights, tells her how beautiful she is every morning, and kisses her open-mouthed and hungry to make her feel loved and desired in the marriage just to make him feel less guilty that he thinks of another man every time in bed. Over the years, he learns to love her, as cruel as it sounds, he learns to pretend to love her, to say the right things to make her smile. 

And no matter how hard he tries; his life remains fucked up.  

= 

Anakin is 36, a divorced man, father of two teenage kids in puberty, with the first few grey hairs growing on his scalp when he wakes up early, yawning, rubbing his tired eyes, expecting to find the bed next to him empty and unused, just like he is used to it. 

But instead, this morning a warm body is curled to his, a chest and a soft belly pressing against his backside, arms intertwined with his face and grumbling something like “Don’t go. It’s too early.” 

A sweet, soft smile curves his lips as he leans down to kiss the other man’s cheeks and brushes his fingers through the copper strands. “Obi-Wan.”, whispers into the other man’s hair, tracing the jaw with his fingers, tracing the lines of his beard. 

For the first time in 36 years, he has a chance to be happy - however, his fucked up life may be. 

(this is a draft, that means it is still in the condition of a draft, not betaed... just wanted to rant about the idea, so enjoy!)

#idk what im doing #author is sleep deprived #very tired #all thank exam phase love you uni #obikin #obi wan x anakin #just wanted to write some obikin to calm down my raging mind and my insataible roommate #seriously obikin is balm for the soul even if this is a bit angsty now #anakin angst #sw thoughts #sw fic #obikin au #make it obikin modern au with angst #or a lot of angst #anakin needs a hug #anakin needs therapy #maybe the author too i mean i invented that in my head doesn't that say something about me too #felix's weird thoughts and drabbles #no why no literature quotes i really tried #padme amidala mentioned #sorry honey i didn't mean to do you so dirty #same for you Vos #star wars prequels #star wars au #not that much of a love story #some how unhealthy relationship but Obikin is nearly always somehow unhealthy #or at least when i write it #what am i even tagging here? #felix's try on humor #dark humor

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Sometimes I cannot believe how much I appreciate the Obikin fandom and how much it’s spoiled me for giving me ridiculously charming fic, incredibly funny and hilarious fic, fic that breaks my heart, fic that heals my heart, fic that makes me want to gnaw on my own arm because I’m in awe of how amazing the authors are, how much a fic can smack my id straight on, how I can roll around in the fluff or wallow in the angst, how the fic runs the gamut of Obi-Wan and Anakin’s lifetimes, whether set during the Clone Wars or during the time of the Rebellion, whether it’s something nice or whether it’s Anakin being all Vadery and awful, there’s always someone writing something that makes me want to barf up rainbows for how good it is. So here’s a bunch of STAR WARS fics I think everyone should read because the fandom is amazing and there’s very few things I enjoy more than the feeling of being sated on a bunch of good fic. Or lots of quality banging. Or crying about these two idiots having terrible lives. Or just crying about feelings in general because you guys are amazing at punching me right in them. WHAT KIND OF FIC YOU’LL FIND HERE:

CANON-COMPLIANT (-ISH, WHATEVER) AT LEAST UP UNTIL THE GALAXY GOES PEAR-SHAPED

FUCK THE NOISE OUT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER'S HEAD

DARTH ASSHOLE CAT SHOULD BE GRABBED BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK AND SCOLDED BACK TO THE LIGHT

FUCK YOU, CANON, THINGS GO A LITTLE NICER IN THIS UNIVERSE

WORLD IS HARD AND COLD, OBIKIN FLUFF IS SOFT AND WARM

MODERN AUS CAN BE FUN AND CHARMING AS HELL AND A GREAT CHANCE TO MAP CANON DYNAMICS ONTO A WORLD WHERE THEY CAN HAVE A HAPPIER LIFE, IT'S A WIN ALL THE WAY AROUND

WHAT DID CANON EVER DO BUT BREAK OUR HEARTS ANYWAY? TIME TO TELL CANON TO FUCK OFF AND WRITE AN AU

OBIKIN RECS - CANON-COMPLIANT (-ISH, WHATEVER) AT LEAST UP UNTIL THE GALAXY GOES PEAR-SHAPED: ✦ Lonely Hearts Club by izazov, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 7.4k    There are some things not even Chosen One can fix. Anakin learns this the hard way after a mission goes wrong. ✦ To be remembered by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 16.3k    Various moments in Obi-Wan’s life, from his time as Anakin’s Master to the first nine years he spent on Tatooine. ✦ Out of the Bag by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 8.1k    Obi-Wan has made his peace with his inappropriate feelings for his former Padawan. He knows there’s no room in their relationship for romance, and he’s used to denying himself for the greater good. He has everything under control: until Anakin comes back from a mission looking and acting a little different, and suddenly the relationship between Master and Padawan becomes a little fuzzy. ✦ every kind of love by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & qui-gon & cast, 2.7k wip    Thousands of years pass and change is inevitable, even for the Jedi Order. Different groups break off, form new traditions, but in the end, they are all Jedi. And when the war comes, they fight for peace. ✦ of talks and romantic gestures by izazov, obi-wan/anakin, 3.8k    Obi-Wan just wanted to arrive back to Coruscant on time. Anakin had other ideas. ✦ nor the suns fall by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, 1.4k    “Hey,” Anakin says sharply—too sharply, he knows, and with a restless edge of fear. Obi-Wan’s eyes are blown so wide they’re hardly recognizable, barely a shadow of blue. They’re sliding closed again, the arc of his lashes too slow to be just a blink. Anakin takes a firm hold on his own voice, pitches it just keen enough to anchor beneath the blazing, barren sky. “Hey, stay with me, Obi-Wan.” ✦ wanting was enough by y0u_idjits, anakin/padme (& obi-wan/anakin), 1k    A reporter asks another question but she doesn’t listen, too busy noticing how Anakin’s smile goes softer, sweeter, as Obi-Wan answers, and she becomes aware that he has never once smiled at her like that. No, this is a smile reserved only for Obi-Wan Kenobi. The realisation burns her to her core. ✦ illicit affairs by Urgirl415, obi-wan/anakin (& anakin/padme), NSFW, 2.2k    Anakin needs something that Obi-Wan is more than willing to provide. Even if it means having his doorbell rung in the middle of the night. Or, Anakin cheats on Padme with Obi-Wan. Regularly. OBIKIN RECS - FUCK THE NOISE OUT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER’S HEAD: ✦ Satellite Mind by intermundia, septemberist, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 19.3k    Five times Obi-Wan heard Anakin’s thoughts, and one time Anakin heard Obi-Wan’s. ✦ He’s Bringing Sweet Salvation by Is0lde, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, some d/s, 5.1k    Anakin has been naughty and learns a little about patience, consideration and what we deserve ✦ eat, sleep, wake (nothing but you) by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 6.7k    Obi-Wan twists his fingers inside him, pressing, pressing, and Anakin jolts with pleasure the exact same moment when an entirely different kind of noise rips through the room. A stomach growling. His stomach growling. Aggressively. ✦ Pretty Please by Gwendolyn (storiesofchaos), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 8.7k    And with Obi-Wan’s words, Obi-Wan’s mouth on sensitive skin, and the way his hand presses Anakin possessively against his body, it’s all too easy for Anakin to slip up again. All too easy for him to throw his head back as his eyes fall shut and moan out, “Daddy.” ✦ coming quietly undone by MisanthropyMuse, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 7.6k    “So, now’s later?” asks Anakin softly, one corner of his lips curling in amusement at the incoherent sentence that can only make sense for the two of them. “Force, yes,” responds Obi-Wan in a heavy sigh of relief, before raising his head and crashing his lips onto Anakin’s. ✦ hands-on by treescape, 3.6k    Anakin’s been driving Obi-Wan mad. Obi-Wan does something about it. ✦ One’s Craze by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 17k    As Obi-Wan learns the extent of Anakin’s greatest desires perhaps he’ll also learn his own. ✦ turn softness to rage, then tears to rain by starwarsyndrome (I_write_fanfiction_sometimes), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5k    Anakin Skywalker is the force made flesh, and sometimes that tears him apart at the seams. Obi-Wan has always been able to hold him together. How he does it changes as the years do ✦ Be Mindful of Your Thoughts (And Words) by des_nuages_de_paris, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 7k    On a routine ship voyage across the stars, Anakin starts to get a bit bratty. Obi-wan decides to entertain him - and put him in his place. ✦ Baby Teeth by stardies, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, a/b/o, 8.2k wip    During a mission, Anakin runs out of suppressants. Obi-wan Kenobi is called in to tend to his former padawan. ✦ hang it off my shoulders by transkenobi, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 7.4k    Obi-Wan looks at him a moment, a frown flickering over his features but his eyes are unbearably soft. “I could leave. Or…” he swallows, averting his gaze for just a moment before he meets Anakin’s eyes again with a quiet resolution that Anakin recognizes all too well. “Dance with me.” Every irritated thought and rebuke comes to a halt and Anakin opens his mouth, brows knitting, completely thrown off. Of everything he’d been expecting Obi-Wan to say, it wasn’t that. What? “What?” ✦ a lesson learned is a lesson earned by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 4k    Anakin refuses to talk and Obi-Wan coaxes it out of him. OR Anakin learns a lesson and Obi-Wan learns one too. ✦ PARK THAT BIG MAC TRUCK RIGHT IN THIS LIL GARAGE by badut, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4k    Anakin Skywalker loves dick, but he loves big dicks even more. Specifically Obi-Wan’s. This has now become a problem, but it all works out, eventually. ✦ touch of heaven with a wild side by demi_fae, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.3k    “That was one of the things we were able to figure out while you were…” Anakin gestured to Obi-Wan who nodded for him to continue. “You would have to ask Kix about the specifics, but it’s some sort of combination reproductive and defense feature, and at this point it’s basically orgasm or…” Obi-Wan choked back a laugh. “Or death?” He asked, expecting Anakin to laugh with him. The silence that met him told him more than anything Anakin could have possibly said. “Oh.” “Yeah.” ✦ Pretty Kitty by GayCheerios, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 2.2k    “Master, you always take such good care of me,” Anakin says, a little chirp coming after his sentence, as his thumb rests on Anakin’s plump bottom lip. ✦ to seek something is to believe in its possibility by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 2.6k    Anakin teases Obi-Wan to get what he wants. Spoiler alert: it works. ✦ Punished Hole by WhyIsBubbleGumBlue, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 1k    Anakin gets smacks on his bottom hole, and then they fuck. ✦ Taking Care by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin & quinlan, NSFW, 8.5k wip    A night out with Quinlan should be just the thing to help Obi-Wan relax after the outbreak of the war and all that entails. Anakin, as always, is there to make things difficult. OBIKIN RECS - DARTH ASSHOLE CAT SHOULD BE GRABBED BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK AND SCOLDED BACK TO THE LIGHT: ✦ flash point by treescape, obi-wan/vader, nsfw, 2.8k    After capturing Obi-Wan on Mustafar, Vader does the only thing he can think of to keep his former Master close: he freezes Obi-Wan in carbonite. Every so often, he can’t resist the temptation of seeing Obi-Wan again and brings him out. ✦ this too shall pass by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/vader & cast, NSFW, time loop, read the warnings, 5k wip    Anakin falls to the dark side and takes up the mantle of Darth Vader,butchers Jedi,betrays all he knows and loves, and he is left to burn on Mustafar by the man he once called master.Anakin becomes Darth Vader-and then he wakes up and lives it again-and then he wakes up and lives it again-and again-and again-and again. ✦ game plan by treescape, obi-wan/vader, NSFW, raised a sith!anakin, 11.2k    Or, Vader keeps capturing Obi-Wan during the Wars. Obi-Wan keeps escaping. It’s kind of a thing. ✦ Coming back and going forward by Enthusiastic_Enthusiast, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, read the warnings, d/s, 5.5k    Lord Vader has finally found a way to send his mind back in time. He is young and healthy again, and can’t wait to get his revenge on Obi-Wan, to make him pay for his betrayl, to push him down and make him pay. This time when the republic falls, Obi-Wan will witness it first hand, on his knees by Vaders side. The only problem? Vader isn’t the only one to return. ✦ Electric Love by thedeadparrot, obi-wan/vader, nsfw, 3.4k    Vader stepped forward, deeper into the cell, and reached out one hand. It pressed against Obi-Wan’s tunic, clean metal meeting dirty fabric. Vader’s suit only had the most rudimentary of sensors – he preferred to use the Force over his physical hands. But this was Obi-Wan Kenobi offered up for him, and nothing less than physical touch would do. OBIKIN RECS - FUCK YOU, CANON, THINGS GO A LITTLE NICER IN THIS UNIVERSE: ✦ After everything, only us by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 9.2k    Eight years after the Clone War came to an end and Sidious was captured, Anakin and Obi-Wan spend an evening together. Distance and circumstance have separated them for too long, but on this night, Anakin ends up with more than he could have hoped for. ✦ After the Storm by Ripki, obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia, 7.3k    If asked a year ago where he would be in the future, Obi-Wan would never have imagined himself in the middle of nowhere, mending socks and discussing latrine maintenance. ✦ The strongest stars… by Tomicaleto, obi-wan/anakin & beru & cast, 7.4k    The war’s end seems to be close, with everyone looking forward to it. And when Anakin is doubting himself the most, an unexpected visit arrives at the Temple. ✦ Homestead by JSwander, whohatessand, obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia & cast, NSFW, 46.2k    After their failed altercation on Mustafar, Obi-Wan Kenobi secretly stows away with his former Padawan now turned Sith Lord and traitor to the Republic. ✦ O Trespass Sweetly Urged by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 8.6k    Anakin and Obi-Wan witness a sex ritual while on a mission. Obi-Wan doesn’t understand why Anakin is so scandalized by this, until Anakin admits that he’s never had sex. Obi-Wan…might need a minute to process that. ✦ climb like peas and beans by septemberist, obi-wan/anakin, trans!anakin, 4.9k wip    Anakin Skywalker is different in a way that he can’t quite name, until he can. Obi-Wan Kenobi never fails to see his apprentice for who he is. And everything changes. ✦ sun of my right hand by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & luke, 4.3k wip    What remains, keep it close. Holding the newborn he had carried from one end of the galaxy to the other, Obi-Wan Kenobi could not bring himself to give up the last member of his family. Instead of giving Luke to the Lars, Obi-Wan decided to raise Luke himself. OBIKIN RECS - WORLD IS HARD AND COLD, OBIKIN FLUFF IS SOFT AND WARM: ✦ Rotten Work by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, 2.8k    Obi-Wan: I’ll take care of you. Anakin, with bloodshot eyes and a broken back from hours of terrible posture: It’s rotten work. Obi-Wan, who needs to bathe this man for his own sanity and health: Not to me. Not if it’s you. ✦ darkness shared, darkness halved by ahandsomebabe, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 8.2k    Or: the one where Obi-Wan manipulates their force bond to give his partner multiple orgasms. ✦ Languages by Crowgirl, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 6.5k    So Anakin pulls out a map and makes a list. ✦ deception: epilogue by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 6.2k    Anakin and Obi-Wan renew the physical part of their relationship after Rako Hardeen ✦ Levels of Sincerity {cahshee, ankai'a} by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, 1k    In which Ahsoka Tano has the most embarrassing Masters in at least two languages. ✦ who a person truly is cannot be seen with the eye by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, spanking, 3.6k    Anakin purposely avoids doing what Obi-Wan tells him to do. ✦ watch the time go by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, a/b/o, 5.9k    Obi-Wan has scheduled pack-bonding time. Obi-Wan also has a lot of work to do, not that Anakin and Ahsoka care. Or, pack bonding with the disaster lineage in the middle of a galactic war. ✦ small gestures and grand vows by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 6k    Or, five times Obi-Wan and Anakin show how devoted they are to each other, and one time somebody demands proof and they are insulted. ✦ quiet the mind and the soul will speak by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 2.8k    “You look tired,” Obi-Wan observed, his hand on his chin, after a particularly long strategy meeting. He matched Anakin’s pace as they walked through the halls. “Yeah, well,” Anakin yawned. “Someone woke me up early this morning,” he teased in a quiet voice. OBIKIN RECS - MODERN AUS CAN BE FUN AND CHARMING AS HELL AND A GREAT CHANCE TO MAP CANON DYNAMICS ONTO A WORLD WHERE THEY CAN HAVE A HAPPIER LIFE, IT’S A WIN ALL THE WAY AROUND: ✦ Prompted - Chapter 18: Brotherhood by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, 7.1k    Obi-Wan was already looking at the jail roster online when his phone rang. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 19: Hard Racing by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern AU, F1 racing au, 6.5k    He wished he was back in his car, where everything made sense. His brain sometimes felt like a computer during a race, processing so much information in fractions of a second. He felt like he blended with the machine around him until he was just the operating system of the car, not a person at all. ✦ à la carte by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka & quinlan & mace & satine & cast, NSFW, modern au, 55.6k    Anakin Skywalker is a perfectly normal grad student. He spends his days at the robotics lab, his evenings working at an upscale restaurant and his weekends on inadvisable hookups. That is, until Obi-Wan Kenobi saunters into his workplace and sweeps him off his feet. ✦ turn back now (i’m haunted) by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & cast, modern au, supernatural au, 41.7k wip    Anakin Skywalker’s house is haunted. Luckily for him, Padmé knows a ghost hunter. Unluckily for him, it’s the hottest, most english-professor ghost hunter he’s ever seen. And extremely unluckily for him, he’s starting to get the feeling he understands maybe ten percent of what’s actually going on here, not to mention what’s at stake. ✦ short shallow gasps by mysticmjolnir, obi-wan/anakin, d/s, 4.9k    Obi-Wan gets surprised by Anakin when he comes home from work. ✦ does he make you laugh? by y0u_idjits, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 3.6k    “Tell me it’s not about screwing the guy who’s screwing your husband.” “Ex-husband, and they’re not screwing,” Obi-Wan snipes at her. “And it’s not about that.” There’s a long pause. “Okay, it’s not all about that.” An Ocean’s Eleven AU ✦ recipe for disaster by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 9.8k    When Ahsoka tells Anakin she doesn’t want to learn piano anymore, Anakin is heartbroken. He doesn’t care about the instrument, obviously, but he’s practically in love with her teacher. Obi-Wan offers up a solution to their impending separation, and it’s not dating like any normal person would suggest. Instead, he’s gonna teach Anakin how to cook. Except Anakin’s a pretty well-known chef, and Obi-Wan is absolutely awful in the kitchen. ✦ cute guy, fast car, i’m all yours by wanderlove, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, 7.3k    In which Anakin saves a rich lawyer from a low-level Hutt enforcer and gets himself railed as a reward. ✦ For Me, It’s You by edge_of_night, obi-wan/anakin & shmi & qui-gon & cast, modern au, 15.8k wip    Obi-Wan knew one day he’d have to return home. As long as his father still lived, a piece of him would always be there. No matter how much he wanted to forget—he was raised there, he learned and grew, and spent his most formative years there. It’s also where he first fell in love. ✦ Morning delights by Tomicaleto, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.1k    Obi-Wan woke up to the smell of Anakin cooking breakfast and decided to help. He swears those were his only intentions. ✦ Flashing Lights by des_nuages_de_paris, obi-wan/anakin & padme & satine & mace & cast, NSFW, modern au, 26.6k wip    “Trust me.” Obi-wan turned to him. “It’s better than photoshopping it out. It gives him an edge. The scar, the hair, the brows…” He looked back over at Anakin, feeling his stomach flip. “It makes him look tough. Not enough male models can be pretty and tough.” “So I’m pretty?” Anakin grinned. ✦ i saw you and i knew by TheSopherfly, obi-wan/anakin & cody & rex, modern au, ballet au, 12.9k wip    Anakin and Obi-Wan are dance partners at a contemporary dance company. They try to keep things professional. (It doesn’t work.) OBIKIN RECS - WHAT DID CANON EVER DO BUT BREAK OUR HEARTS ANYWAY? TIME TO TELL CANON TO FUCK OFF AND WRITE AN AU: ✦ the ageless dark by maragny, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cody & rex & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, sith!anakin, 25.6k    Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master and General of the Grand Army of the Republic, does not know what to make of his opponent, Separatist General and Sith Lord Darth Lessus…especially when he dreams of Lessus’ eyes, his smile, his voice saying Master, you’ve gone where I can’t follow. ✦ I only want you near me by Tomicaleto, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dragon!obi-wan, 5.2k    Anakin tries to get used to having a dragon as a mate. Hunting days seem to be part of the routine. ✦ A Price Like No Other by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & cast, nsfw, a/b/o, raised a sith!anakin, 3.6k    Never found by the Jedi, Anakin Skywalker at fourteen was pretty, and valuable. He was worth slightly more than the average slave, could count his worth in peggats, truguts, wupiupi, and Republic credits; water, too, if need be, and there always was on Tatooine. And then the heat came. ✦ you love him dearly by shatou, obi-wan/anakin & cast, raised a sith!anakin, 2.3k    Anakin wakes up, panting, alone in the dark. Obi-Wan suggests meditation. ✦ tactile orders by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, senator!obi-wan, 3.2k    Anakin is assigned to accompany Senator Kenobi on a mission. They’re stuck on a ship together for four days. ✦ In Pursuit of Cold Water by JSwander, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, merman!anakin, 41.4k wip    Obi-Wan resolves to rescue a very stubborn merman from captivity and back to the ocean. ✦ et si les étoiles sont cachées by shatou, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, raised a sith!anakin, 2.8k    “Master, what were you thinking?” Ahsoka hisses, eyes darting from him to the closed door of his bedroom, from where the sound of Anakin’s pacing is obvious. Her hand is still clutching one of her lightsabers, alert. ✦ always and forever by obikinn, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dragon!obi-wan, 2k    “I think you should fuck me while you’re a dragon, tonight.” -Anakin Skywalker, known monsterfucker ✦ Fine Pearls & Bad Leather by SingManyFaces, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, bodyguard au, 1.6k    Lord Kenobi spends the night in with the captain of his personal guard while abroad in the Lake Country. ✦ use my body to break your fall by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka & mace & yoda & rex & palpatine & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 63.5k    Obi-Wan Kenobi is too good at being a Sith Lord general of the Separatist army. The Jedi Council approaches Anakin with an offer he can’t refuse. These things are, actually, related. ✦ together again by Anonymous, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, a/b/o, sith!obi-wan, 2.8k    Anakin has been in hiding for months when his Alpha finally finds him.

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obikin #fic recs #star wars fic recs

[palfriendpatine66]

5 things I like to write about

why was this hard? it feels like it shouldn't be hard. in no particular order...

Family feels, especially the little moments

Banter. It's why I have fun writing Obikin as well as Quinlan. I enjoy the way they show affection by trading quips and sass and finding ways to make myself laugh

Internal Angst (is this a thing?) when we're in the character's mind, feeling them fall apart.

Canon Parallels. It feels like a victory every time I can craft a canon parallel into a modern au

Grief? it finds like I often find ways to bring it back to grief and make them work through healing

(open invitation, feel free to drop in my inbox on anon and let me know the patterns you see in my writing. I'm curious!!)

I was tagged by @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart. Open call: I tag whoever wants to play. Tell everyone I tagged you, I want to see your response.

[infernaleikon]

Have you talked about your pretty woman au yet? 🤔 and If not, WILL you talk about your pretty woman au? 😏😌

i have not, in fact, talked about it yet! i actually outlined the whole thing with @soldieronbarnes when she was here between the holidays and then @binaryeclipse asked me if it was an in universe au which had me all like 👀👀👀 i need to write more in universe stuff and since bestie and i planned for a modern au, i have to rethink some stuff to make it work for an in universe thing.

but basically, anakin works at watto's shop and it's barely paying enough, and watto cheats him repeatedly, and sometimes, when the money is not so much tight as non-existant, he does sex work. it's how he meets important business person obi-wan. and i think their first night together would go the way it goes in the movie, in that obi-wan doesn't let anakin in with the intention of actually sleeping with him but it happens anyway because they both have the hots for each other.

obi-wan ends up asking anakin to stay with him for the week and they bond and fall in love and there's pining and angst and feelings realizations and them being unhinged idiots about each other.

sorry for not going into more detail but as i said, there's stuff i need to rework, so i don't wanna blurt stuff out atm.

but yeah!! pretty woman obikin au my beloved.

#ask #anonymous #obikin

[ao3feed-obikin]

Edge of Greatness

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48940798 by calico_sky Obikin Olympic Figure Skating AU. Anakin Skywalker is an elite figure skater who narrowly misses a chance to go to the Olympics and is unsure of what to do next with his life. Obi-Wan Kenobi is a former Olympic medalist turned skating coach looking to make a fresh start. They strike up a friendship, which leads to Obi-Wan coaching Anakin, which leads to something else. Words: 15843, Chapters: 4/8, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Ahsoka Tano, Qui-Gon Jinn Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Slow Burn, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Past Character Death, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, Top Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bottom Anakin Skywalker, Top Anakin Skywalker, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, First Time, Hurt/Comfort, Virgin Anakin Skywalker read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48940798

#IFTTT #Obikin #AO3feed #Star Wars

[ragnarlothcat]

2, 8, 38, 42!

Hello and thank you 🥰 (for this fic writers game)

This is very long for some reason (I know why and it's the same reason all my one-shots are ridiculous) so I'll put a cut

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Absolutely fascinating to do this, thank you. My results:

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting (9)

Rimming (6)

Top Obi-Wan Kenobi (6)

Anal Sex (4)

Bottom Anakin Skywalker (4)

First what this tells me is that I failed to tag anal sex at least twice so that's on me. The top/bottom disparity puzzled me for a moment until I remembered I'd tagged at least one fic with power bottom Anakin and I bet the filter didn't catch that.

It's funny, tagging dynamics wasn't really a thing in my previous fandoms but I saw it was in obikin so I've adjusted my habits. This also shows that I a) have a lot of wips that have not gotten to the sex and b) I write more M and under and non-penetrative sex than I realized.

The modern AU thing is definitely accurate, I write a lot of those. Although I have 22 works in total so I guess more than half aren't modern AUs. They're a combination of canon divergence (which I never tag although I probably should) and other (like historical au). I like modern AUs! I love reading them and I love writing them. Sure you can angst it up but it's nice to have a setting where I don't have to think about whether Anakin's already gone on a murder spree or not.

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

I am the worst person for this question because I've never been inspired to write by a song. Sometimes I'll have an idea and go looking for a song with the right vibes to listen to while I work but that's the closest I've gotten.

Oh you know what? I was listening to Criminal by Fiona Apple one time and thought something fun could be done with that premise (with all the "girl"s changed presumably). I never went anywhere with it but I could see Anakin being the Fiona Apple character? Is there something there? Maybe he and Obi-Wan broke up because Anakin was callous in some way? I don't know!

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

To this day I'm a little surprised when anyone reads anything but I maybe my one shot Out of the Bag? The general pattern I've noticed is that longer fics end up being more popular and my catboy Anakin is one chapter, short (by my standards) and fundamentally pretty cracky. They don't even actually hook up in it, it's just kissing and the suggestion of a further relationship!

What this tells me is that a decent number of people also want to see a cat eared Anakin get absolutely wrecked by Obi-Wan and you know what? I want to see that too.

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

The cheap but true answer is that whenever someone takes the time to really engage with a chapter it stands out to me. I can remember writing à la carte and getting comments wondering what would happen next and about Anakin's backstory and that's all I've ever wanted! When people have theories??? It's the most fun ever and I always have to hold myself back from confirming or denying them.

The sillier answer is that someone bookmarked one of my fics with the comment "guilty pleasure unfortunately" and I think about it like once a month and laugh. I've been there too, bookmarker. I'm just happy you enjoyed it!

#ask game #anon #thank you! #i love being a guilty pleasure #also the fic in question is a master/padawan thing which i know can be a little iffy for some people #so i am not remotely offended #it is a little kinky! #anyway sorry this is so long i have all this pent up writing energy but a brain made of pudding

[measurelessdreamer]

Message in a Bottle ch. 1

My first attempt at writing obikin and I’m beyond nervous! Read the first chapter here or down below.

Summary: Anakin and Obi-Wan had been childhood friends until Obi-Wan changed high school and moved back to Britain, their friendship slowly dying from the distance that was just too vast, and neglect that came naturally when you had still so much to grow into, so much to be. Anakin stayed in the States, finished high school, went to college, suffered great loss, dropped out of college before earning his degree, and found himself working at the local zoo, all the while maintaining his feelings for his childhood best friend a secret and safely in his heart. He thought he'd eventually be over it, it wasn't like they were likely to meet again after all, but they stayed with him. And one day, he was proven wrong.

OR obikin + zookeeper!Anakin (and I have no excuse)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Childhood friends, Light Angst, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Slow Burn, Idiots in Love, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining

Word count: 5963

A/N:  Hey, everyone! This is my first work in the Star Wars fandom so I apologize if the characters don't feel quite right. I'm still making my way through Clone Wars and I have no self-restraint which is why this fic features five characters from there anyway, but hopefully, the fact this is a modern au will make those shortcomings a bit easier to bear. Please keep in mind that this fic features NO accurate depictions of zoos, zookeeping, or college life in the US whatsoever lol (seriously). I just wrote this because I was getting profusely fed up with my college and this was my escape. Just so you know, Anakin and Obi-Wan are both 25 years old. They met when they were 5 and got separated when they were 15 (10 years together + 10 years apart = balance to the Force ha!). This fic is not finished yet but hopefully, it will be. It's named after the song by Taylor Swift of the same name. All mistakes are mine. English is not my first language. I don't know if anyone is going to read this, but if yes, then I hope you enjoy it!

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And I became hypnotized By freckles and bright eyes Tongue-tied

-Message in a Bottle, Taylor Swift-

Anakin wasn't in a good place after his mother died. It had been sudden and left him with no chance of ever preparing for it. That was how it usually went with car crashes and the most frustrating thing was that he had no one to really blame for it. No drunk driver or a beginner who had made a stupid mistake that had cost them another life, not even any wild animal that happened to be crossing the road at the time. It was just bad luck that it had been pouring that night with almost no visibility and his mom needed to go home from the town he'd moved into a few years ago because of college. She only came for this one day because it was his birthday, waving him off that a few hours of driving were nothing when it meant she would finally see him face to face after months. It wasn't in his heart to tell her no when he, too, desperately wished to hold her and be held in return. He couldn't ask her to stay either for he knew that she had to get back to work the next day. Maybe if there had been an indication the weather would worsen to such an extent or the forecast had mentioned it would be so dangerous to drive that night, he would stay his ground and make her stay even if it meant he had to go back to his hometown with her just to tell her boss to shove it the next time he even thought about being so hard on her. But no such thing happened. They hugged, and she kissed his cheek, doing the obnoxiously loud sound he'd remembered her doing ever since he'd been a little boy. He promised to call more, she rolled her eyes at him and told him she'd hold him to that and that was that. The last time he'd ever seen her.

The following weeks had been really hard for him. Saying it had shaken his world to its very core would be an understatement of the century. He was raging one moment, crying his heart out the second, all the while finding it very hard to keep his breathing even. Sorting out the funeral and their house somehow made it easier because, at the very least, he had something to do aside from crying on the floor in the corner of his bedroom and hating the world with all the sheer force of his being. But then all of that passed and he was expected to go back to his life like nothing had happened and everything was fine. Finish college, find a job, fall in love with someone his mom would never get to know, and make sure was worthy of her son. Yeah, not fucking likely.

So it took no time for him to drop out. There was no inner discussion or his brain just trying to reason with him to make sure this was really what he wanted that proceeded it. He just did it because Anakin had no clue what he actually wanted. It felt like he'd never had any, to begin with, and losing his mom just exacerbated his precarious feelings about where he stood and where his life was headed. It felt strangely liberating to walk out of the building of his college for the very last time even though he knew his problems were just about to start. He needed a new place to live, and he needed to find a job. As much as nothing felt better to him than running for the hills and trying his luck in getting around and just surviving from town to town, state to state, he figured taking one radical step at a time was a far better and healthier approach in the long run. It had taken both Ahsoka and Padmé approximately one hour of life to make him see that, but he eventually did see it and decided to take them up on the offer of making his life here despite the fact it sometimes felt beyond suffocating to stay.

But they were his best friends. They knew best, which was why he decided to take them up on their offer of living with them for a little while until he found an apartment that wouldn't drain him of both money and the last tidbits of his will to believe that this world could be a decent place to live in. They even suggested getting him a job at the zoo that was like a second home to them, saying their co-workers already loved him and would definitely welcome him with open arms. Needless to say, he was a bit skeptical to say yes. It just wasn't something he'd ever imagined himself doing. He, a drop-out student of engineering, now taking care of wildlife at the local zoo. It really didn't feel realistic that it would work out for him, that it would help, but it wasn't like he had a better choice at the moment, so he said yes despite the jackrabbiting pace of his heart.

That was two years ago. It still managed to elicit a smile on his face as he thought back to his indecisiveness while he was tending to the animals he'd come to know and love despite the fact most of them barely dedicated him a glance as he did his daily routine of feeding them and cleaning their enclosures. Because, in all honesty, he couldn't imagine himself being anywhere else and he was grateful beyond measure that Ahsoka and Padmé had talked him into it.

He'd stayed with them for the first six months and even though they persisted that it was fine if he wanted to stay longer, to get back on his feet properly, he just smiled and hugged them with all his strength, saying that he was thankful but that he thought it was time. He had enough money, some still left from selling his mom's house, some he earned from his working at the zoo and decided to keep for the future. He found an apartment, nothing too fancy, close enough to both them and the zoo, and even though the pain was still clearly there, maiming his heart for all eternity, and would sometimes come as if on full-frontal assault with guns blazing, as if he'd been reliving the loss all over again, those times felt less frequent the more time passed by. And eventually, Anakin learned to live with that.

So after two years, he felt like his life had taken a stand that was finally firmer and no longer under the threat of collapsing right under his feet. Padmé smiled when he told her that and said that it was indeed showing and that she was happy for him.

But then, it turned out, that the world still had a few surprises up its sleeve.

"Bad news, everyone," Ahsoka said as she found him and Padmé tending to the aquariums. "Cory stole a wallet from one of our customers. Again."

"They don't want to sue us, I hope," Padmé said, glancing at her worryingly. "There are warning signs all over the place and we make sure at least one of us is always in the enclosure with the customers, telling them to be careful and not come too close to any of the macaques."

"I don't think they want to go that far. They seem really nice and understanding of the whole thing. They just want their stuff back, which brings me back to...," she trailed off, a suggestive tone in her voice as she glanced at Anakin.

"What?" he asked even though he knew perfectly what she wanted from him.

"Come on, Skyguy. You know that, out of all of us, there's no one Cory is more likely to listen to than you."

"He's a macaque, Snips. The only reason he stole that wallet is that he thought it was edible. Give him something far more interesting and it'd be like that wallet never meant anything to him. You don't need me to do that."

"But you know how shy he gets when he’s dealing with people he's not familiar with. I can't risk him running off with that wallet and damaging it. God knows why, but it’s never so bad when you’re the one who must deal with him.

“Aw, you should’ve started with the insults. How can I say no when you’re being so nice to me?”

“Why are you making such a big deal out of this? I thought you liked our macaques."

"I do. It's just that you shouldn't rely purely on me. There are other people here who could find a way to their hearts. They didn’t like me at first either, remember?"

"You mean that one time they started throwing snow at you and screamed so much they woke up the whole zoo?"

"They were also throwing apples at me only because I gave them to them!"

"That was two years ago. You've grown on them more than any of us ever did."

"It really wasn't hard. Just come with me, I'll show you how to do it."

"Does that mean you'll make sure that wallet is returned to its rightful owner?" she asked, all doe-eyed and hopeful but with a bit of mischief sneaking in and he sighed when he realized what he'd just said.

"Fine," he said. "But I'm teaching you and then you will teach the others. I might not always be here, you know? And the way I see it, Cory is never going to care enough about this place to give us a break."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," she said, skeptical and dismissive because she knew he'd always been saying he didn't mean to stay working here permanently, but he'd never found it in his heart to leave so of course not many could take him seriously on that anymore. Himself included. "Now come on before Cory decides he'll eat that wallet anyway and our customers decide to sue as after all."

He rolled his eyes but said goodbye to Padmé and followed Ahsoka to the macaque enclosure.

*

Cory really was easily corrigible if you had something better to offer to him than he currently possessed and to prove his point, Anakin insisted on Ahsoka being the one to give him the beautiful papaya with the most amazing scent of ripeness they could find. She huffed and glared at him multiple times, but eventually, she gave in and snatched the papaya from his hand and the rest was indeed a piece of cake. Soon the wallet was safely in their possession with no scratches or bite marks and Cory was happily chewing on his papaya, looking like the absolute winner of this debacle, which, honestly, Anakin couldn’t deprive him of being.

"See? Told you it was easy," he said as they watched Cory climb onto a tree and sit on one of the branches so he could enjoy his delicious prize in peace.

"Yeah, fine, gloat all you want,” she said and passed the wallet over to him, “but you've gotta admit this is far better than cleaning up the aquariums any day.”

He snorted and gave her the look of feigned outrage he would always bestow upon himself when he was trying to look like he was above anything she suggested. It made her laugh so hard Cory turned his head to stare at them, looking strangely put off. For a macaque anyway.

“We should get this to its rightful owner.” The way she elbowed him did little to dispute what he’d already known – that by “we” she mostly meant him. He had nothing against talking to customers. Somehow it would always end up being part of his job even though he was responsible for the well-being of animals first and foremost. It was just that he’d had his share of dealing with difficult people back when working directly with animals wasn’t yet entrusted to him. These days, he tended to avoid it altogether. He would always say that was unconscious on his part, but Ahsoka seemed to have a mind of her own and would always tell him he was full of shit and drag him to the nearest person who seemed like they wanted to ask something even if that something turned out to be directions to the nearest bathroom.

That day, he followed her lead willingly as they crossed the bridge that connected the two ends of the enclosure – a hill shaped into the letter “u” which gave way to a beautiful valley underneath it that reached as far as eyes could see. People always stopped to admire the view. Normally, he’d be one of them, but Ahsoka carried herself with hurriedness that was uncharacteristic but not enough for him to feel the need to point it out and question it.

The words would be in vain anyway because only a few seconds later his eyes landed on the two people standing further away from the macaques as if still in the ever-present fear that more very spontaneous muggings might take place and he got his answer right away.

A man and a woman, most likely around his age. She had blonde hair and held herself with the grace and elegance of a public speaker or a lawyer. He had auburn hair and a beard put together so neatly that not a hair was sticking out. He wore a tweed jacket that accentuated his shoulders that were broad but slumped, giving him away as the victim of Cory’s wandering hands. Anakin’s step faltered as he stared at him. He tried to sell it off as yet another proof of how clumsy he was, but one glance at Ahsoka told him he utterly failed. That was just typical. Even if he’d never been the one who’d made a habit of ogling some of their customers.

They both smiled at them as they approached. The eyes of the man were blue intermixed with grey like the sky when night gave a way to dusk. But it wasn’t their shade or the way the sunlight shone in them just right that stunned him so much that he felt unable to form actual words and only came back to himself when he heard Ahsoka pointedly clearing her throat next to him. It was just that they seemed incredibly familiar.

"Sorry," he mumbled and handed over the wallet. "I assume this belongs to you."

The man blinked at him multiple times as if pulled right out of his reverie before he looked at the offered object and took it with a smile. "Yes, thank you." He had a British accent. Even that seemed familiar. "I'm so sorry for troubling you with this. I know we weren't supposed to come so close to the macaques–"

"No, no, it's okay," he cut the man off, cursing himself in his head in vivid detail for being so rude, but he was nervous—only God knew why—and when he was nervous his mouth would always do things out of its volition than listen to his brain which was supposed to know better. "You really aren't the first person Cory considered its prey and you definitely won't be the last."

"Cory?" the man asked, and his expression was so open and so friendly Anakin felt a smile tugging at his lips despite the fact there was really no reason for him to smile.

"The macaque that stole from you. We call him Cory. He's actually very friendly, but once his stomach calls, there's very little he wouldn't do to answer it."

The man chuckled and though it had to be barely audible for anyone standing just a few feet from them, Anakin felt like he'd never heard anything more enticing. "I'll take your word for it."

"You should," Ahsoka said with a friendly smile but a glint in her eyes that was saying she knew exactly what was going on with Anakin and there was no way they weren't going to talk about it the minute they were alone. "Anakin knows these macaques really well. They seem to be fond of him far more than of anyone else."

He fought hard not to groan as he opened his mouth to say anything to make that topic go away and somehow end the conversation entirely before he inevitably embarrassed himself but then he noticed that the relaxed smile had completely vanished from the man's face and was now replaced by a contemplating frown and a mild shock. "Anakin?" he asked, a slight tremble to his voice. "As in Anakin Skywalker?"

Anakin's eyes widened. "Yes, that's me."

The man blinked multiple times yet again, the mild shock from before now fully taking over his whole face as he looked at Anakin before forming a timid smile. "You might not remember me. But we used to live next to each other when we were kids. I'm Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan Kenobi."

And for all the tough talk about how his life was finally stable and he couldn't be so easily put down, in that moment, Anakin felt like everything inside him just combusted. Because of course, he knew who Obi-Wan was, what he meant to him still after all these years of only guessing what the man might look like know, what he might be up to in Europe most likely, and how he was definitely not missing his old life here in the States. And the fact that he was here, now, looking like that, so much more beautiful than Anakin's brain could ever conjure him to be—even though he'd always been beautiful to him, but seeing the actual person, knowing the details that couldn't be denied—just made his heart skyrocket so loudly in his chest it felt like someone definitely had to hear it aside from himself. Ahsoka nudged him and he could hug the living breath out of her right then and there, he was that grateful because God, no, this couldn't be happening.

"Um– uh– sorry, no– I mean, yes, of course, I remember you," he finally let out, those words that felt like thousands of paragraphs in how much strength it took to actually form them. "I'm just... this is a lot to take in. The last time I saw you, you were just about to–"

"Board the plane for London, yes," Obi-Wan said, a hint of sadness in his voice which Anakin definitely couldn't dwell on because then his mind would wander off to that time he considered one of the worst moments of his life when it was his last chance to actually muster all the courage he never possessed and kiss Obi-Wan while he still could, damning the consequences for once, but just like any other time, he let this moment slip through his fingers and Obi-Wan with it.

"Yeah," he said and cleared his throat. "How have you been?"

"Good. Homesick, at first, even though it felt silly since I lived five years in Britain before coming to live here, but I eventually found my footing."

"And now you're back here.”

"Seems so.”

"Well, I hope, it'll be everything you remember it to be and more," Anakin said and cursed himself and the heat he could feel in his cheeks when Obi-wan just continued to stare at him as if there was nothing else worthy of a mere glance when he was there. Decades of wishing he'd be the center of Obi-Wan's attention like that definitely failed at preparing him, but it wasn't like the reasons behind it were what Anakin wanted them to be. Obi-Wan was just shocked to see him, just like Anakin was. They'd both changed quite a lot since they'd been fifteen. Anakin had grown taller, his hair got longer, curlier, and a tad lighter from all those workdays he spent under the sun. Obi-Wan had grown from a teenager who wore denim jackets and ripped jeans into a man with sweaters and neat jackets, hair looking perfect and so so soft—and that beard—all that screaming loudly into a great distance that he had to be aspiring to be the history teacher everyone always thought he should be and he just laughed them off without a second thought.

There was nothing more behind it. Anakin was sure.

"Excuse me," the woman next to Obi-Wan suddenly said, turning to Ahsoka. "Do you know where I could find your black bears? Obi-Wan doesn't seem to like them very much and so we figured we'd just skip them, but now I feel that since I'm here, I should go see them anyway. He could use some time to get over this incident with the macaques anyway."

"But of course," Ahsoka said with an enthusiastic smile, "I'll be happy to take you to Cupcake. He's just the sweetest." And with a wink aimed at Anakin that really wasn't subtle at all, Ahsoka led the woman away, leaving Anakin and Obi-Wan alone.

"Did you really name a black bear 'Cupcake'?" Obi-Wan asked, looking pained.

"Wasn't me," Anakin snorted. "He has a white spot on his chest. Ahsoka said it reminded her of a cupcake and we didn’t fight her on it. But I’m pretty sure even he wouldn't like it if he was aware of what it meant."

"I guess I can understand that," Obi-Wan said, but he still looked pained. "But, seriously, 'Cupcake'?"

Anakin laughed. "If it makes you feel better, we also have a shark that's called Buttons, a hyena whose name is Stracciatella, but we call her Ella for short, and a hippo who we call Chubby. I could go on."

"Please don't," Obi-Wan said, looking so close to having an actual heart-attack Anakin decided to take pity on him. “Anything, in particular, you have against black bears?”

“You mean aside from the fact they’re terrifying and would attack me to eat me? No, other than that I can’t imagine why anyone would have something against them.”

“Okay, I'll bite. How many times have you heard they actually ate someone?”

“Well, there was this one time–“

“–in what, like, 1997?”

“That bear killed two people and wounded three more!”

“But it still happened more than two decades ago. People die from many things much more often.” Like car crashes, Anakin remembered solemnly. “But they’re terrifying. I can’t argue with that.”

Obi-Wan just kept staring at him with an unreadable expression on his face. “What?” Anakin asked after a few more seconds of silence.

“Nothing,” Obi-Wan said and shrugged. “It’s just that seeing you here and talking to you about black bears is not something I’d ever imagined we’d be doing.”

I never imagined we’d be seeing each other again at all, Anakin thought but didn’t say. “Disappointed?”

“What? No, not at all. Just surprised. I mean, where is the boy that dreamed of building his own motorcycle one day?”

Anakin’s heart swelled. He couldn’t believe Obi-Wan actually remembered that. “I still built it. And before you ask, yes, I've taken a few people for a ride, and no, no one has died so far and I'm yet to hear a complaint."

"You did always have a hard time paying attention when people were telling you something you didn't wish to hear."

"Really? You sure it wasn't just you?"

“Oh, yes. Me and Shmi had a lot to talk about after all. How is she, by the way?”

Anakin’s shoulders slumped at that, considering not telling the truth for only a second before dismissing the idea entirely. He’d always had a very limited ability to lie to Obi-Wan, there was no reason to try to learn better now when it was most likely this meeting was a one-time thing. “She’s… she died. Two years ago. Car accident.”

Obi-Wan visibly deflated at that. “Oh, Anakin, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s…,” Anakin trailed off, failing to finish that sentence because even after two years of mourning her it was definitely not fine. But he should be used to losing people by now. He’d lost Obi-Wan a decade ago, then her. It should be easy to talk about it, yet it was anything but.

“How about we sit? Can I buy you a coffee?” Obi-Wan asked, eyes so full of concern Anakin shied away from them. He didn’t need the pity.

“You really don’t have to do that,” he said.

“What, buy a coffee for my best friend whom I haven’t seen in ten years, who’s also the sole reason I actually have some money to speak of? It’s the least I can do.”

Well, when he put it that way. “Okay,” Anakin said and Obi-Wan’s whole face lit up so much it took a second for Anakin to realize he was being beckoned to follow.

“But I’m warning you, the coffee here is shit.”

“I’m sure I’ve had worse.”

Anakin made it his mission to remind him of those words the moment they sat down a few minutes later and Obi-Wan took his first sip. “You were saying something?” he asked, the tips of his lips turning into a smug smile.

“I think I wouldn’t wish this coffee on my worst enemy,” Obi-Wan let out, staring at his cup, horrified.

Anakin burst out laughing, almost choking on the terribly bitter liquid in his mouth. “Not even on Cupcake?”

“I fear someone would accuse me of torturing animals if I tried giving this to him.”

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, the aspiring history teacher and a torturer of animals. You’d have one hell of a resume.”

Obi-Wan shook his head, amused. “Is it really so obvious?”

“That you became the one thing you feared becoming the entire time we were in high school? Maybe a little.”

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that I feared studying history."

"You continuously harassed me, talking about esters, and every time you saw me eating almonds, you complained about it so much I had to eat them in secret."

"Wait, you didn't tell me that–"

"–They're nuts people tend to eat, Obi-Wan. Not a fucking lily-of-the-valley."

"They're still poisonous and could harm you–"

"–When you eat, what, like four cups of them in one sitting? Yeah, I remember, but you see, no one really eats that many almonds in one sitting. Ever."

"Fair point," Obi-Wan said with a grin and shook his head. "Was I really so intolerable?"

No, you were perfect, and every day felt like an agony because I couldn't tell you that. "No– I mean, no more than usual," Anakin said and smirked when Obi-Wan glared at him.

"Well," he said after taking a sip and forming a profound grimace on his face that still made Anakin's heart stutter, because God, how had he become so beautiful– "I suppose we're not all destined to surprise. I don't know what led you to find your place here, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't suit you."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. After all, I doubt there are many places you can find so many individuals who have the same flair for the dramatic as you," Obi-Wan said and Anakin kicked his leg with little strength in retaliation just like they would do to each other when they'd been kids. Obi-Wan laughed through it with him and chased after Anakin's leg under the table, bumping it and then keeping it there, touching so faintly a part of Anakin felt tempted to look under the table, to check whether he wasn't imagining it.

They stayed there even after they finished drinking that horrendous coffee. Each time one of them opened their mouths, Anakin expected that moment to be the one that would inevitably break the spell and show that, while seeing each other was nice, amazing, fucking everything, they'd still had a decade to catch up on and most of the time, it came naturally not to find the will or reason to live up to that. But no such moment came. They talked and talked and talked about everything and nothing until they heard someone clear their throat next to them.

"I see you've gotten cozy," Ahsoka said with a knowing smile. Anakin wanted to shrink from it. "Lucky for you, Mr. Windu left early today. Otherwise, you'd be in for having to find another job."

Anakin scoffed but stood up and Obi-Wan followed suit, coming to stand beside the blonde woman he'd come here with. His girlfriend? Wife? Mother of his child? Don't be ridiculous, Anakin, if they had a child, they would have brought them here. Maybe she was expecting?

"Who would be dealing with Cory and the others? Mr. Windu himself?" he asked and Ahsoka laughed at the idea. "Hopefully, we'll never have to find out," she said and soon after that, introductions were made. Anakin introduced her to Obi-Wan, ignoring the pointed glee on her face when she heard they used to be best friends once upon a time but utterly failing not to groan repeatedly when she asked Obi-Wan to share all the embarrassing stories about Anakin he could recall and when Anakin saw him smirk, he could definitely tell that meant he remembered a lot.

Obi-Wan introduced him to Satine, saying they'd met in college and come to the States together. Anakin had no reason to deflate at that. Obi-Wan had never been his and after all those years, there really was no reason to hope that might change, but he couldn't help any of it and it was a near thing that he actually let it show. Thankfully, he didn't have to pretend his indifference for long.

"I'm afraid we really should get back to work," Ahsoka said. "Our boss might be already gone, but some of our four-legged friends here can get even crankier than him and that's saying something."

"Right, of course, we won't keep you," Obi-Wan said and smiled at her. "It was a pleasure to meet you." Then he turned to look at Anakin and the world seemed to stop for just a second as Obi-Wan opened his mouth, then closed it and pursed his lips before parting them again. "It was nice to see you, Anakin. I'm glad we did this." And he motioned toward the empty cups left idly on the table, not a grimace to be found on his face. "I hope we'll get a chance to do it again someday."

"Sure, why not," Anakin said with a smile and shrugged, hoping it showed none of his barely restrained glee and utter hope that yes yes yes, they would absolutely do this again and soon. He had to keep his cool. It was the polite thing to say and as much as Obi-Wan had always been prone to never keep any snarky comments just to himself, he was still the epitome of politeness and there was no reason for Anakin to cling onto this small sentence that could so easily turn into a lie, an empty promise no one should expect to be fulfilled because it had been ten years. Even if this first meeting went well, what guarantee was there, that the other would go the same way?

"You know where to find me," he added as an afterthought before his brain could stop him. "I'm not going anyway." He meant it to sound casual, friendly, teasing even, but of course that he hadn't thought of the implications and only realized his mistake a moment too late when Obi-Wan's kind smile froze and faltered before he schooled it into a pleasant expression. The smile was there, but it wasn't the same. It was guarded and no longer bright and Anakin hated himself for causing such a drastic change. I'm not going anywhere, unlike someone else I know– he hadn't meant for it to sound like that!

"I didn't mean to–" he hurried to explain, but Obi-Wan waved him off with a smile. Anakin hated that smile.

"It's alright."

"No, it's– I'm sorry–"

"You have nothing to be sorry for–"

"Can we just...," Anakin trailed off, faltering and struggling time and time again to find the right words. He didn't want to talk about this now. He didn't want to talk about it ever period. But he desperately wanted to keep talking to Obi-Wan even if it turned out to be for nothing in the end. If they turned out to be too different to ever rekindle their friendship. If this was the price, then he was willing to thrust everything he had at it.

Obi-Wan stared at him, eyes sad and calculating before a familiar glint of determination flickered in the endless stormy sea Anakin always wanted to drown in. "Are you free tomorrow after work?"

It came as such a shock to Anakin, that it took him a moment to answer. "Uh, yeah, I get off at five."

"Meet me after? We can go for a coffee or–"

"Yeah," Anakin said with much more vigor. Yes... please.

"Alright, I'll text you."

"Okay."

And that appeared to be that. Even if Anakin's heart refused to stop hammering for what seemed like an eternity after they said goodbyes.

"Okay, that was... weird," Ahsoka said before turning to look at him and frowning. "Are you alright?"

Anakin eyed her before clearing his throat. "Of course, I am. Why are you asking?"

"Oh, so you didn't find anything weird about how you two were so chummy me and Satine felt really bad for barging in, and then you were both... that the next second?"

"That?"

"I don't even have words for it. It was just weird. I thought you said you were best friends."

"We were."

"You didn't part on good terms, then."

"It's not that–"

"He hurt you."

Anakin's eyes widened. "No, it wasn't that. He didn't hurt me.” But he had. And in doing so Anakin had hurt himself.

Ahsoka stared at him, clearly not having a faculty that could believe him, but her scowl was that of a concern rather than offense or disappointment.  "Just... promise me you'll be careful."

Because he was at a loss of what was the right thing to say, he said what came naturally to him. "Come on, Snips. When have I ever been anything else but careful?"

The smile on her face didn't reach her eyes, but he was thankful when she dropped the subject, and together, they ventured forward, still having some things to do before their shift was over. But even as Anakin kept his head in the game, whenever his hands were empty, he'd find them reaching for his phone even if only for just a second simply because it now stored Obi-Wan's number yet again because Obi-Wan had asked whether they could exchange numbers back when they'd been still drinking that pitiful excuse for a coffee and Anakin had been hopeless to say anything else than a blissful yes.

Was it a good idea to go through with this? The feelings were still there, strong as ever much to his dismay, and he hadn't had to hide them for so long that guarding himself around Obi-Wan no longer seemed natural. But then he remembered how it felt to be immersed in those moments of utter peace when they were just talking and there was no sword hanging above his head. It was just them, being friends so effortlessly as if they'd never stopped.

He wanted that back. And if he was going to build up another strain for his heart to get that, then so be it.

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hi, i'm moth / twenty-six / central / they. this is my muse and roleplay finder account, so please read my brief rules and muse list before reaching out! i can write on jcink, tumblr or discord. my preference is in that order but please never hesitate to ask for any of them! the answer will always be yes. message if interested!

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01. my roleplay style: third person only, past tense, multi paragraph, advanced lit. i primarily enjoy writing about 3-4 paragraphs per reply, and love long term writing goals. i am a big fan of pinterest boards, graphic making, playlists and headcanon exchanges! i do work a lot so i am not always active ooc, but i always reply! i prefer my partners to enjoy the same. if you are looking for a partner that is chill ic / ooc activity wise, won't demand replies in any time frame, and who just enjoys screaming about fave characters - we are the perfect match! i tend to get replies out within 2-14 days, depending on how much we are writing, our schedules and the plot! i tend to prefer male muses, and lean m/m or f/m! adults only. 02. my favorite tropes and plots: first, i enjoy all content, ranging from fluff to the occasional darker themes. we can discuss triggers privately and i'm happy to accommodate to someone's comfort level. i love slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, found family, wound patching, dyads in the force, post-66 aus, modern aus, secret relationships, age gaps, dark academia themes, and enemies to lovers! i love plots revolving around confined shared spaces, queer themes, undercover missions, and anything adjacent to these. i'm pretty flexible. 03. my fandoms: primarily star wars (i write anakin skywalker, jyn erso and cal kestis. i enjoy anidala, obikin, rebelcaptain, calmerrin and calbode as ships.) i am also not opposed to writing in any apocalypse verse (tlou, walking dead, fallout) with characters such as glenn rhee and will graham for hannibal ! i write list: anakin skywalker, jyn erso, cal kestis, glenn rhee, will graham. other fandoms open upon request: harry potter (anti jkr), mythology, the secret history, dead poets society, game of thrones.

04. current most wanted (updated may 10th): star wars muses to play against my anakin skywalker, jyn erso and cal kestis: obi-wan kenobi, padme amidala, ahsoka tano, cassian andor, night sister merrin, bode, saw gerrera, cere. i am also happy to double up (ie: you play anakin, i play another. just ask!) 05. hard no’s: grooming, underage, alcoholism.

#star wars rp #hannibal rp #apocalypse rp #the walking dead rp

[obiwanobi]

Any nsfw obikin recs? Ive read all your snips and works like 1000 times today 😭

I'm excited that you asked for a rec because I'm not good at leaving comments on fics, so this is my way of sharing a bit of love for some of my favourite stories and authors! I'm all about top!Obi-Wan and bottom!Anakin, so this is what you'll find here, in no particular order:

Four Weddings and a Funeral AU series, by lowstandards (35k) is not only amazingly written and fun, but also has some of the hottest sex scenes I've ever read for this ship. It's also surprisingly soft and heartbreaking at times and I wasn't expecting such longing but I'm not complaining, I could reread this series again and again and still fall in love with it every time.

Golden Sunshine series, by dirkygoodness (19k) the first part, swear on it, is one of the first pwp obikin fic I've read and I'm still thinking about it regularly because it's just? so good? There's so much longing and feelings trapped in words unsaid to fuel me for DECADES, It really shaped the way I see and enjoy Anakin and Obi-Wan's dynamic.

Master, by nerddowell (6k) modern AU, once again one of the first nsfw obikin fics I've read, and my god that was hot, and still to this day the only fic where I said 'oh, I shouldn't read this in public, actually'.

Don't Let This End, by SoftlyFocused (5k) is such fun and light smutty fic, there is banter, laughing and tickling each other during sex, and it's so very sweet.

to touch the light, darkest series, by treescape (5k) is exactly the kind of vaderwan I always wanted, with bottom!vaderkin and such a complicated dynamic between them, it's really a treat to read.

at your leisure, by treescape (2k) is soft and almost relaxing, but also very very hot. But you know what, you can pretty much dive headfirst into all of treescape's works, you won't be disappointed.

It's how you learn, by Isode (10k) the dynamic here! is just! perfect! I LOVE that they both know what's coming, and they can't wait for it.

Conjunction, by Isolde (5k) is blessing us with beautiful smut where Obi-Wan fucks Anakin into another galaxy because he deserves it, but the fic still manages to be tender and soft.

Provocation, by ToolMusicLover (5k) is the first part of a great series, with amazing sex if you're into Anakin being super intense and knowing exactly which buttons to push to get Obi-Wan to lose control and let out all his possessiveness shows, and so, so many repressed feelings.

à la carte, by RagnarLothcat (55k) is a hilarious modern AU, has the most insane and entertaining characterisation of both Anakin and Obi-Wan possible (I mean that in the best way possible, but they were clearly ready to marry each other after one and a half day together, so) and the sex is phenomenal, this fic is just a delight from start to finish.

Only angel, by Gwendolyn (8k) still a wip, but there is something here that made me lose it a bit because Obi-Wan is such a good Jedi master who's a bit ashamed about what he's doing but too horny to stop. Combined with holosex with Anakin and even a tender moment in the end, yes, it's really doing it for me.

This Was Obi-Wan, by Himboskywalker (5k) I'm not really into smut when Anakin is still a padawan but how can I not make an exception when the thirst for Obi-Wan's dick is so real, god, Anakin same

For Pleasure series, by Himboskywalker (11k) sometimes I hate how Tag knows exactly what shameful kinks I won't be able to resist and here she dares to combine spanking, public humiliation, coming untouched AND lingerie in one series, what a monster.

Apartment Story, by intermundia and whohatessand (10k) is way more about reconciliation and acknowledging feelings than sex, but this fic really has a special place in my heart so I'm still including it.

Prompted, by intermundia (72k) 16 different stories with some amazing smut but also really good AU ideas, and always a bit of fluff, angst, and 'oh I didn't know I enjoyed this kink until I read this fic' realisation.

Persistence is key, by ToolMusicLover (2k) Anakin is so smug and Obi-Wan so annoyed in this intercrural fic, I love them.

anything for you (2k) rough sex with some good fluff, what more can we ask for?

#I'm probably going to remember 20 more fics after posting this #but it's a start! #there are so many people who know how to write good smut in this fandom it's unreal #(and thanks for reading my snippets I hope you enjoyed it!) #obikin #fic recs

[oficmag]

Spotlight: Amber | Managing Editor

We at OFIC Mag love to celebrate those we love, especially on their birthdays. That’s why we’ve conducted our own little interviews with our team members, contributors, and others in the literary and fandom communities to share on their respective special days.

Today’s spotlight is on Amber, who is one of our Managing Editors.

Tell us a bit about yourself!

Why is this always the hardest question? All of a sudden I have no idea who I am. I suppose the basics are that I’m a writer—both by hobby and profession—and that my dog is the light of my life. I enjoy baking, going for runs/walks down to the water in my neighborhood, and voraciously consuming fanfiction.

How did you find fandom?

I found fandom through hisgoldeneyes.com, a Twilight fansite that I used to frequent when I was about 11/12 years old. That site promoted fanworks, which is how I discovered fanfiction.net, and then the rest is history.

What fandom are you in now and what brought you here?

Right now I am most prominently in the Darklina fandom for Netflix’s Shadow and Bone (I did not read the books), and I was brought there by the 10+-year crush I’ve had on Ben Barnes. I also write Ciralt (Ciri/Geralt) fic for The Witcher, and have been a huge fan of Star Wars my whole life. While I haven’t written any Reylo or Obikin/Obianidala fic (yet), those are my main pairings and I devour new works in those fandoms constantly.

What’s your favorite book of all time and what do you love about it?

Hmm. I’d have to say my favorite book has recently become The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons—the entire trilogy as a whole is fantastic. It’s a historical fiction/epic romance series that has all of my favorite tropes: devotion, pining, slow burn, sexual tension, size kink, pregnancy kink, angst (hella angst), incredible smut, and one of the most beautiful love stories I’ve ever read. It’s an emotional roller coaster but so worth it.

What projects are you working on right now?

Right now I’m working on No Shelter But Mine, which is a modern AU Darklina fic. I’m also just beginning the early drafting stage of a new ofic (the only hint I’ll give is that I’ve been referring to it in my head as “my Lolita”), playing around with a horror-erotic short story, and tentatively doing some structural edits on my first ofic, Restoration.

What are your aspirations as a writer, big picture or small?

I want to make people feel things. For most of my life, I have been driven by the intense love and fascination I have felt for characters and worlds that other people have created. I want to create those worlds and characters myself, and I would be over the moon to cultivate a community of people who love them as much as I do.

If you could give one piece of advice to beginning writers, what would you tell them?

Write shitty first drafts. I beg you. There is no greater advice I have ever been given. Giving myself permission to just write paragraphs of rambling, stream of consciousness, grammatically incorrect, error-laden text has been so helpful. Once I get all my thoughts down, it is so much easier to go back and polish them. Perfectionism is the enemy of progress!

Happy Birthday, Amber! Thank you for being a part of the OFIC family. We hope you have a wonderful day. <3

#bookblr #writeblr #fanfiction #original fiction #lit mag #spotlight

[rexismycopilot]

Chapter 17 of 50 shades 👏👏 hadd me squirming for Anakin ngl, the embarrassment was palpable! I literally kept opening and closing my google app like ohh no and ohh yes, but it was so good. I love it Anakin is so obviously submissive in this and its just like he waited is whole life unmoored waiting for a dom to give him the structure he needed - in this really 24/7 domestic discipline plot. And like someone else said love the role of Qui-gon in this!!!!

Something in me loves seeing Anakin so flustered because I just think even canon Anakin is so angst filled he just needed someone to get it out of his system, even canon anakin just wanted to be good and loved and give love (good old palps just took advantage of anakins trauma)

Umm wait okay incoming obikin brainrot just hit me from that tangent!!?

What if in a modern au anakin (still younger than obi but not underage by any means..thay ain't for me) was poorly introduced into the bdsm world by palpatine as a horrible dom AND our good pal padme sees the signs of abuse and gets Anakin out. Then Anakin meets obi-wan somehow and Obi-wan sees signs of Anakin looking for someone to defer too but the poor boy is so spooked. Let's say they start dating and it is a non-kink relationship but Obi-wan slowly starts introducing kink to Anakin in a 'safe, sane, and consensual' manner and it's just a whole trip of Anakin learning to not be afraid of the submissive desires he has because he trusts Obi-wan so thoroughly.

Also in my mind Obi-wan is a professor here because well I am but a simple hoe for professor Obi-wan . . .

"I literally kept opening and closing my google app like ohh no and ohh yes" <- YESSS my job here is complete. I'm so glad you liked chapter 17, friend!!!! It was a lot of fun to write! <3

I definitely agree that canon Anakin is full of a lot of angst and pent up emotions and I really taking that and giving him the space to express them in a safe environment. And you know me, I'm going to do it in a dom/sub relationship. I can't help it. Kink dynamics in established relationships is my crack.

Also... to your obikin brainrot:

it's so full of angst and emotional hurt/comfort and a journey to trust and understanding and confidence and self-love and it makes me want to cry 😭😭😭

and i also love professor kenobi so much and i can't not love him and it's really a crime i have never written him before

#ask #ceilidha #obikin #give me all the obikin brainrot!!!!!

[gffa]

Can you believe I’ve been reading non-stop STAR WARS fic for about seven years now? And that there are still incredible writers putting out incredible stories that feel just as fresh and engaging as they would have when the source material first came out? Yeah, sure, we get a steady diet of supplementary content, but the main storyline is almost 20 years old now and we’re still going with these two dipshits and how much we desperately need them to kiss it out. With fic that is brilliantly written and emotionally satisfying and cool as hell AUs and gorgeously written porn and running such a great gamut of tropes, whether canon divergent AUs, canon compliant missing scenes, character pieces, full on modern AUs, there’s always so much amazing stuff being thought up and shared with us. And I have lost my mind over this set of recs because they’re everything I’ve ever wanted and the writers are so talented at giving me all the feelings, like, I cannot express what a joy it is to be in a fandom that is still so passionate and enthusiastic about these characters we love. There’s no corner of these two that we would not turn over if it meant a chance to write some angst or write a fix-it or have them fuck it better. And I’m just really, really glad to be a part of it with everyone. Even if you guys did make me cry more than once with these fics.

WHAT KIND OF FIC YOU’LL FIND HERE:

FRIENDSHIP WITH CANON ENDED, THIS COOL AU IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND NOW

CANON-COMPLIANT (-ISH, WHATEVER) AT LEAST UP UNTIL THE GALAXY GOES PEAR-SHAPED

FUCK THE NOISE OUT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER’S HEAD

DARTH ASSHOLE CAT KNOCKS EVERYTHING OVER AND SCRATCHES UP THE FURNITURE BECAUSE HE NEEDS MORE ENRICHMENT

WORLD IS HARD AND COLD, OBIKIN IS SOFT AND WARM

WHEN YOU’RE IN THIS DEEP YOU JUST NEED MODERN PROFESSOR OBI-WAN OR SUGAR BABY ANAKIN AUS AND FANDOM IS SO GOOD WITH THEM

OBIKIN RECS - FRIENDSHIP WITH CANON ENDED, THIS COOL AU IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND NOW: ✦ (feel like i die) ‘til i feel your touch by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin & yoda & mace & ahsoka & cast, 15.5k    OR; Obi-Wan gets himself cursed and makes it everyone’s, but mainly Anakin’s, problem. ✦ Neutron star collision by thedunesea, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, canon divergence, 107.1k wip    In the aftermath of Order 66, Anakin Skywalker’s miraculous survival after his confrontation with the new Sith Apprentice Darth Vader ignites a sparkle of hope in the remaining Jedi, in the fledgling rebellion and, above all, in his former Master, who thought he had lost everything to darkness. ✦ For He, too, is King by MayMeows, obi-wan/anakin & padme & cast, NSFW, historical au, 7.7k    Obi-Wan would be impressed as Anakin’s title as God-King, born from the divine himself, often struck people with awe, terrifying or glorifying, but Queen Amidala’s voice is as strong as her shoulders are squared. ✦ cranes in flight by TheGoodDoctor, obi-wan/padme (& implications of obi-wan/anakin/padme & previous anakin/padme), depression, padme lives, 10.9k    “I’ve found us rooms for tonight,” he says, voice pitched to cut through the downpour. “I’ll find something more permanent in the morning.” She just stares at him. The next five minutes are far from her reach; permanency is unthinkable. ✦ use my body to break your fall by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & padme & yoda & ahsoka & mace & rex & palpatine & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, sex worker!anakin, 63.5k    Obi-Wan Kenobi is too good at being a Sith Lord general of the Separatist army. The Jedi Council approaches Anakin with an offer he can’t refuse. These things are, actually, related. ✦ Awed by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 16.8k    Or: Obi-Wan is left awe struck when he joins Anakin on a mission and fails to be subtle about it. ✦ The fire and fume by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 9.3k    On opposite ends of the Republic Anakin and Obi-Wan have fought desperately and apart for years, protected only by their men and their swords. But a much greater threat than Separatist invaders comes, a Sith dragon of old, and there is only one living knight in the Order who has faced dragon fire. Long parted master and apprentice must join forces to track down the Sith shifter, beyond the desert and across the sea, before flame and ruin befalls them all. “Lend me your light and your sword, master, one last time.” ✦ Something broken that can be fixed by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 8.2k    In the aftermath of the Rako Hardeen incident, Anakin and Obi-Wan attempt to rebuild their relationship. The only thing stopping them from reconciling is themselves. ✦ what tomorrow may bring, what tomorrow may carry away by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, royalty au, a/b/o, 12.4k    As weeks of negotiations in Stewjon draw to a close, King Obi-Wan Kenobi is given a gift of thanks. The gift in question: a boy with a creature’s furry ears and tail, clearly sentient and clearly enslaved. Furious beyond measure, Obi-Wan is forced to accept the gift or else be the reason the boy, Anakin, is sent back to his owners. At least he can free him and the boy can leave. But then he doesn’t leave. It takes Obi-Wan a while to figure out why. ✦ encode by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & padme & dooku & ahsoka & cast, 72.7k    Instead of being accepted into the Jedi Order at the age of 9, Anakin Skywalker became a ward of Naboo. He figured out the Force on his own by trial-and-error, tracing its will through ancient temples and scriptures. Despite his night terrors and the Clone Wars raging through the galaxy, life was working out just fine for Anakin, thank you very much. At least, that was before Obi-Wan Kenobi crashed back into his life with unexpected ferocity. OBIKIN RECS - CANON-COMPLIANT (-ISH, WHATEVER) AT LEAST UP UNTIL THE GALAXY GOES PEAR-SHAPED: ✦ broken bones, thunder drums by maragny, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & rex & cast, 4.3k    “I’ll call for a stretcher,” Rex says, but General Kenobi shakes his head. "There’s no need,” he says, and then he crouches, slides an arm under General Skywalker’s knees, and picks him up. ✦ full of silver moons by beetlesacquired, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan/jedi!anakin & jedi!obi-wan/sith!anakin, dom/sub, 17.1k    The Sith resumed their position on the couch, somehow even closer to each other than before. If making Anakin uncomfortable was somehow part of their evil plot, it was working. He could hardly even look at them without feeling like he was going to explode out of his skin, and that was the most bearable part. What was unbearable was the vicious jealousy that burned in his chest. If he’d known that all he had to do to get affection from Obi-Wan was fall to the Dark side, he would’ve done it ages ago. ✦ Over and Over by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, 1.4k    "I love you,” he blurts out, loud and impossible to miss. Obi-Wan blinks once, twice. And freezes. The first time Anakin tells him is a mortifying experience. OBIKIN RECS - FUCK THE NOISE OUT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER’S HEAD: ✦ on sep'rate stars by mysticmjolnir, obi-wan/anakin/padme (& obi-wan/anakin), NSFW, dom/sub, 4.4k    Obi-Wan visits Coruscant for the first time, but there’s only one thing he’s interested in seeing. Anakin, after some encouragement, makes a decision about who to have dinner with. ✦ Concupiscent by LostLine, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 3k    Obi-Wan can’t stop fucking Anakin. A one-shot pwp to feed your Obikin feelings. ✦ Devotion by Padraigen, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, past pregnant!anakin (force shenanigans), 4.3k    Anakin’s head jerked up in bewildered indignance, a disappointed grumble already readying in the back of his throat before it was abruptly cut off at the sight of Obi-Wan. Anakin’s confused frown deepened. “What are you doing?” ✦ needs must by silianrail, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, a/b/o, 1.7k    Anakin must be the neediest omega in the entire temple, if not on the entire planet. But if Anakin is needy, what does that make Obi-Wan, who, after all, bends to so many of his padawan’s desires? ✦ Use Me by kittimau, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.1k    Anakin knows what Obi-Wan needs, even if he won’t say it. ✦ When You’re Not There by recursion_after_dark (recursion_error), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 3k    Following a mission gone well, Anakin and Obi-Wan are exhausted and at the end of their ropes. Ropes which have nothing to do with the mission and everything to do with what they’ve been both ignoring. Each in his own, special way. ✦ Mission Debrief by Lemon (lemon_sprinkles), obi-wan/anakin & cast, 5.8k    Obi-Wan tries to act in a professional manner befitting of a General and a Jedi. Anakin, however, has other ideas. ✦ radiance by demi_fae, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, a/b/o, 2.8k    Anakin and Obi-Wan spend some time together before Obi-Wan’s rut hits, after Anakin has fully transitioned. ✦ paddled into next taungsday by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, spanking, 4.7k    Anakin messes up negotiations. Obi-Wan deals with the aftermath. ✦ untitled by binaryeclipse, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, ~1k    “Fuck, did you get bigger?” Anakin groaned. The burn was simultaneously exquisite and just shy of too much, especially after the admittedly hasty fingering. ✦ i’ve been waiting for you by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, 4.2k    Anakin and Obi-Wan’s relationship is relatively new and Anakin is unsure of how to ask for what he wants. ✦ Carrier by JSwander, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, a/b/o, read the tags, 3.3k    Anakin Skywalker gets pulled from active duty by the Jedi Council as a punishment for reckless behavior on his most recent mission. In the resulting fight with his former master, Obi-Wan Kenobi decides to take drastic measures through his Stewjonian biology to help Anakin find peace away from the battlefield. ✦ Persistence is Key by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.2k    Anakin has been making suggestive remarks all day, when they’re finally alone together Obi-Wan finds himself succumbing to Anakin’s persistence. ✦ forever my master by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, 3.6k    Anakin sits on Obi-Wan’s cock while he reads mission reports. That’s it. That’s the fic. OBIKIN RECS - DARTH ASSHOLE CAT KNOCKS EVERYTHING OVER AND SCRATCHES UP THE FURNITURE BECAUSE HE NEEDS MORE ENRICHMENT: ✦ to restrain the darkness by treescape, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, 2k    Vader wants Obi-Wan to tie him up ✦ dreams of old by treescape, obi-wan/darth vader, nsfw, canon divergence, 4.1k    Or, Obi-Wan surrenders to Vader on Jabiim in exchange for everyone else’s freedom. ✦ falling up by obiwanobi & shatou, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, raised as a sith!anakin, 24k wip    Darth Sidious is dead, by the hand of the apprentice he raised. Anakin doesn’t want to be Vader anymore. The only person he trusts is a Jedi, and now Obi-Wan Kenobi has his hands full. ✦ untitled by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, raised as a sith!anakin, 2.4k    “I’m here to rescue you.” Obi-Wan blinks. “Oh. No, thank you.” ✦ to hold until brightness by treescape, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, 1.4k    Or, Obi-Wan continues to fuck Vader back to the Light. OBIKIN RECS - WORLD IS HARD AND COLD, OBIKIN IS SOFT AND WARM: ✦ who you were does not define who you are by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 3.3k    Anakin begins skipping strategy meetings and lying to Obi-Wan about it. Obi-Wan finds out. ✦ For Breakfast by Crowgirl, obi-wan/anakin, 2.6k    The house by the lake is small, primitive compared with their Academy lodgings, but it’s also quiet, blissfully quiet and far away from anything that might turn into a battle or an ambush or a skirmish or even a brawl. ✦ So I Love You Because I Know No Other Way by DontCallMeShirley, obi-wan/anakin, 3.2k    Anakin and Obi-Wan just need a little push to admit their feelings. ✦ Morning Interlude by SingManyFaces, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k    Obi-Wan and Anakin sleep late by accident, then stay in bed on purpose. ✦ And Then There Was One (Bed) by DontCallMeShirley, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.7k    Obi-Wan and Anakin are on a mission gone wrong, and they have to share a very small hotel room with only one bed. ✦ the taste of fear, unforgotten by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k    Or, Anakin’s been sick. Obi-Wan’s been scared. ✦ Just Resting My Eyes by hellowkatey, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & rex, 1.2k    During a war, sleep is few and far between sometimes. Especially for stubborn Jedi who think meditation is a substitute for a REM cycle. ✦ permission to speak frankly by maragny, obi-wan/anakin & bail & cast, 2.8k    In which a Senate party is attended, wits are matched, and a realisation is had. OBIKIN RECS - WHEN YOU’RE IN THIS DEEP YOU JUST NEED MODERN PROFESSOR OBI-WAN OR SUGAR BABY ANAKIN AUS AND FANDOM IS SO GOOD WITH THEM: ✦ The Fundamentals of Being a Sub by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, 7.8k    Anakin had always assumed he was a Dom. That is, until he met Obi-Wan ✦ My Anankē (chapter 8) by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, 5.4k    Hello friends! It is my birthday today, and the middle of summer, and in honor of that, have some extremely self-indulgent winter smut ✦ In the Family by Das_Hazel, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon/shmi & ahsoka & rex, NSFW, modern au, 12k    The last person Anakin expected to see, standing in front of his childhood home with a bottle of wine, was his one night stand from a week prior. Anakin was here to meet his mother’s boyfriend and his son. Ben said he was invited to meet his father’s girlfriend’s family. ✦ Parry & Riposte by farawaygalexi, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 2.6k    When Anakin encouraged Ahsoka to try out a sport, he meant like, soccer, or swimming. Not sword fighting. When Anakin envisioned Ahsoka’s new fencing instructor, he pictured an old guy with a mustache, not a walking Adonis pulled right from his own personal fantasies. ✦ Trouble by Pizzzazlut, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, ~1k    Obi-Wan enjoys a lovely dinner and his lovely wine at a fancy restaurant, watching Anakin visibly struggle to keep his composure, wiping sweat off his brow and gripping the edge of the table until his knuckles turn white. ✦ May Be Found, If Sought by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan/anakin & mace & quinlan, modern au, magic au, 2.3k    In which Quinlan, Mace, and Obi-Wan teach Non-Traditional Magical Philosophy in an institution rampant with academic snobbery and discrimination, something dark is stirring in the nearby forest, and no one is ever prepared for Anakin Skywalker. A small story about first meetings in magical academia. ✦ Talk to me by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.2k    Recording an audiobook can be horribly dull, but Anakin finds that he doesn’t mind when he gets to ogle Obi-Wan Kenobi. ✦ infinitely varied by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 2.2k    Sometimes your husband decides to develop an artificial intelligence capable of free choice and something called a soul and succeeds in the middle of a Thursday night. Or, more concretely: he’s in the middle of succeeding because said intelligence first has to learn how to speak. Also known as Obi-Wan and Anakin teach a tiny program called A.H.S.O.K.A. how to be something more than lines of code via the power of linguistics.

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #obikin #obianidala #fic recs #star wars fic recs

[gignikinszz]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Ahsoka Tano, Lux Bonteri Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Sex, for like a paragraph, Drinking, New Year's Kiss, New Year's Eve, because it's july, the most appropriate time of year to write nye fic, Youtuber AU, that's right bitches it's back, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Secret Relationship, Established Relationship, Coming Out, Social Media, Fluff and Angst, like a tiny amount of angst, Miniscule, most of this is just obikin being disgusting Series: Part 2 of [NOT CLICKBAIT] [EMOTIONAL] TWO YOUTUBERS FALL IN LOVE!! Summary:

"Anakin had to say it. New Year’s was a much better holiday now that he had a secret boyfriend. Secret boyfriend. Ha. The thought made him feel giggly, and not just because he’d been drinking. It felt like being a high schooler, sneaking out of his bedroom window at 2am and skipping English class to make out behind the second gym. Not that he’d ever done that.

Okay, so maybe the best place to get introspective on the state of his (awesome) relationship wasn’t the makeshift dance floor in Padme’s glitzy New Year’s Eve party, hands on the man’s ass and drink in his veins. But the alcohol called to his deepermost—innerdeep—indie—fuck—"

warning! this work contains serious misuse of social media, heart-stomping smushiness, and one surprisingly serious discussion, and the Q&A video to break records for years to come. read at your own risk.

#new fic just dropped #star wars #fanfic #obikin #star wars fanfiction #obikin fanfiction #my fic

[shatouto]

After reading that Obi-Wan in carbonate fic you recc'd I 100% vibe with your angsty taste in Obikin/ Obivader (is this even the ship name I do not know). Do you have any other angsty faves?

i’m not gonna lie to you anon, i don’t seek out angst on my own when it comes to fanfictions, and if i stumble upon one i don’t read unless i personally know the author (it makes me feel safer for some reason lmao). though i do highly recommend you look through treescape’s other works if you enjoyed that writing style! i think they have a post-ROTS vaderwan series going on, i haven’t read it though ;;

i only have one other angsty fic with an interesting premise that keeps returning in my mind, and it’s Möbius Strip by @rynae-reblogs - it’s got this gothic descent into madness and mindfucky vibes that i actually really like in general fiction - but it’s a modern au! pls mind the tags before/if u read

#anon #fic rec #kind of #yall i dont read that many fics like seriously #i want to but i am currently NECK DEEP in oscar wilde #i finished dorian gray and im obsessed so i..... bought the complete works collection and i am hyperfixating #anyway that’s totally unrelated #sorri

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Edge of Greatness

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48940798 by calico_sky Obikin Olympic Figure Skating AU. Anakin Skywalker is an elite figure skater who narrowly misses a chance to go to the Olympics and is unsure of what to do next with his life. Obi-Wan Kenobi is a former Olympic medalist turned skating coach looking to make a fresh start. They strike up a friendship, which leads to Obi-Wan coaching Anakin, which leads to something else. Words: 15843, Chapters: 4/8, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Ahsoka Tano, Qui-Gon Jinn Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Slow Burn, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Past Character Death, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, Top Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bottom Anakin Skywalker, Top Anakin Skywalker, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, First Time, Hurt/Comfort, Virgin Anakin Skywalker read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48940798

#IFTTT #Obikin #AO3feed #Star Wars

[elrhiarhodan]

2, 12 and 20 for the fanfic ask game? :3

This is going to be a long one. Hope you brought snacks!

2. What’s a guilty pleasure you read/write?

Hmmmm, I think that's a tough one to answer and depends on the fandom and in a big fandom like SW, may depend on the characters. Right now, I'm reading a lot of Obi-Wan-centric fics and I'm really enjoying time-travel fix-it stories. If I'm reading Din/Luke, I love the arranged marriage stories. If it's SkySolo, pining/angst (but not infidelity - more that Han never hooks up with Leia). Qui/Obi - A/B/O and/or slave fics (the old Master/Apprentice archive is loading with gems). If I am reading Obikin, it kind of has to be out of the SW/GFFA universe and a modern AU unless I know the author's work.

As for writing, my guilty pleasure is (wait for it) kitten fic. I may have written kitten fic in every fandom I've been in (so I guess there will be a Din/Luke kitten fic in the future). Second guilty pleasure, wingfic. Third guilty pleasure, masturbation fic (I know, I know...there's a real bad joke there). I have written A LOT of wank fic. You asked, okay? ;)

12. Which fic are you the most proud of and why?

This is a hard question to answer, because I love all my fics. Been writing for a long time and I've got a lot of stories under my belt. I am seriously proud of my current WP, The Stars Across the Sky Like the Scars Across Your Skin. But I also want to give a shout out to some older fandoms. There is my time travel epic for The Flash, The Truth Out of a Lie, which is the fastest (ha!) and longest completed story I've written - nearly 160k in about 10 weeks. I don't think I could do that again. I'm not proud of it for the length or speed of the writing, but for the intricacy of the plotting and how everything tied together.

I also am extremely proud of what will likely be my last Kingsman fic, A Song of Blessing and Comfort. This one was pure self-indulgence, which means, for me, delightful OCs. I usually don't create OCs but Harry Hart needed a family and I love the one I gave him.

And no self-rec list would be complete without something from my oldest and dearest fandom, White Collar - Don't Ask, Don't Tell/Don't Ask, Don't Care. This one was written in 2012, in honor of the lifting of the ban on LGBT members of the US armed services. It also has one of the hottest sex scenes I've ever written.

20. What is something that you know more than you will ever need to because you’ve done copious amounts of research about it for a fic?

Oh yeah. It seems that almost all of my fics require serious research. Devil is in the details, right? I know a lot about healthcare in various countries because I have written so much hurt/comfort. Also, antique bookbinding and fore-edge painting. How to shoe shire horses. Enamel miniatures. How to wiretap. How to repair a medieval tapestry.

Rarely does any of that information makes it into the actual story, but knowing how its done lends veracity to the character's actions.

My ask box is open - The list of questions is here

#elr writes about writing #purplesauris asked #i answered