#anakinsthot

[sexysymphony]

#ewan mcgregor #mine #ewan mutuals please take this important poll #anakinsthot #i have polls!!!! i will immediately abuse this

[ragnarlothcat]

26 and 36 👀

Hello and thank you 🥰 (ask game)

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

Definitely only dialogue! Easy mode would be to keep the conversation tight between two characters (we agree this also means no speech tags right?) who refer to each other by name at least once. But imagine a one-shot with multiple characters? Could I capture their voices well enough that they'd be recognizable? Now that would be a challenge. Especially if we're diverging from canon at all...🤔

36. Do you visualize what you read/write?

Yeah! Or, mostly. Because I have a bad habit of making my characters shrug at each other and no I am not picturing that, nobody shrugs that often unless they have a lot of spiders on their shoulders. Otherwise yes because I need to truly appreciate Obi-Wan and Anakin's handsomeness!!!

#ask game #anakinsthot #thank you! #this dialogue only fic is percolating #i wonder if it would be faster to write #i always start by writing the dialogue #what if i never add anything else? #what then?

[willowcrowned]

Lmao I’m dying over your tags about fruit fly gene names. I listened to an interview with a geneticist who works with C. elegans a while ago and he had major beef with fruit fly geneticists over naming conventions. 😂

you know, I’m beginning to wonder if this isn’t just a normal thing for them. my professor for the developmental biology part of this course is a big drosophila guy and two weeks ago he waxed lyrical about gene naming conventions for it, which was somehow still better than the solid twenty minutes he spent today trying to convince us of drosophila’s superiority as a means of studying development and cancer (presumably as a preface to Thursday’s lesson, where he actually has to talk about c elegans organogeneis experiments). at one point he had to admit that c elegans has a shorter generation time, but he quickly alleviated his own distress by following up that harrowing admission with three minutes of describing how wonderful the Nüsslein-Volhard and Wieschaus experiments were for the study of embryonic development

#i have zero stake in the argument I’m just so so tired of human oncogene and tumor suppressor names #i can’t remember a single pathway except for sonic hedgehog and frankly that one I’d rather forget #asks #biology #anakinsthot #willow's life

[binaryeclipse]

For the ask game, PRO·TÉ·GÉ (Nyanakin gets a job redux) 👀👀👀👀?

Thanks So Much For the Ask! 💖

So this is the most self indulgent AU I have ever started. It has been living in my head for over a year and I've tried a few times to try and write it (hence "redux") and I'm never satisfied with the setup. So I'm not gonna share a snippet because lol I'm not happy with what I have right now.

The essential parts of this AU are that:

Anakin is a tooka boy

He is Senator Obi-Wan's very put upon protege as part of a workplace study program for the political science program

In Obi-Wan's culture there is a thing called "patronage", where hybrids like Anakin are essentially sugarbabies for aristocrats for a time in exchange for sex for a set period of time to gain access to better opportunities in the job market. It is a lingering aspect of their culture that Obi-Wan has spoken out against in the past as an archaic, predatory and fetishizing practice.

They both want to fuck so so bad

However:

Anakin doesn't want to jeopardize Obi-Wan's career by making him appear to be a hypocrite. He's done a lot of good work, using his position in the senate to help amplify hybrid voices and enact progress not just on the sector he represents but also across the galaxy--okay sure there's a bit of a human saviour narrative going on here but every bit helps, he's definitely helped pave the way for someone like Anakin

Obi-Wan does not want to jeopardize Anakin's potential career in politics because he's clever and smart and the most competent of Obi-Wan's assistants despite his temper and his tardiness. He just has so much promise. Also he just really likes the kid, they have similar senses of humour and Anakin isn't afraid to snark at him. So Obi-Wan doesn't want to ruin his life by fucking him.

Except Anakin is starting to realize that even though he's supposed to be a model hybrid and he wants to make things better for people like him (it's the only reason he's even gotten involved in politics in the first place) and not play into the slutty sex toy stereotype.... god he wants to be Obi-Wan's slutty sex toy in every possible way.

So it's them dancing around things waiting for Anakin's internship to fucking finish so one of them can make a fucking move and not potentially fuck something up. The sexual tension will be insane. Especially since they both want to fuck and they both know they want to fuck and that they can't. Shenanigans.

The title is a play on, obviously, a protégé (apprentice) and protégé, the past participle of the french verb protéger (“to protect”).

#tag game #ask game #anakinsthot

[tomicaleto]

Ok ok ok you may have forgotten about the WIP post because I'm two weeks late to the game, but Kamino Mer Anakin? Plz 🥺

Hii, bold of you to assume I forget about the tag games I complete! It's only that people don't usually ask me about my WIPs 😅

So for Kamino Mer Anakin! A take on a mermaid AU set in the gffa! I haven't written much for it lately (or in general) but I have 3/4 of it planned so I sure know where to take the story (I'm almost sure of how I want to end it too!)

I don't want to spoil a lot but the basic premise is that Anakin is a predator species at Kamino's seas and his curiosity gets the best of him, just a couple of years before the clone wars start....

Here is a snippet!

Suddenly, the pain stopped and he used the opportunity to throw himself off the platform, anything to avoid feeling the lightning on his body again.

He broke the surface of the water with a heavy hit, his body sinking slowly. He was too in pain to move, his sight blurry.

Thank you so much for asking!

The WIP list

#asks #anakinsthot #Ask Game #WIP ask game #Tomi's fics

[anakinsthot]

Man really should have bit the bullet and changed my ao3 name to match my tumblr username before today. Too late now RIP.

#mal writes #fyi I am not anakinsthot on ao3 #I’m wanderingmusician

[tennessoui]

Hello, I'm new to Obikin.. can you recommend me blogs from this ship? and do you have any list of obikin recs fics? <3

hmm here are some blogs off the top of my head and some fics i adore (sorry to literally everyone i tagged for the spam notification lmao):

@complementaryhalves @kana7o @ragnarlothcat @lilredghost @bi-wan @dcrescendo7 @gffa @jswander @skynobi @obiwan @obiwaned @obiwanobi (yall three can never change yalls icons or else i'd get so fucking confused btw) @jedibongrip @binaryeclipse @secretsolarsystem @kyberkenobi @mandhos @anakincito @anakinsthot @weillschmidtdoodles @himboskywalkeralker @lovey-dovey-and-sad @sweet-cynic @intermundia @obibabywan @sopherfly @rexismycopilot @kefalion @thetorontokid @artemisthehuntress @tomicaleto

fics (sfw - nsfw, sorta click at your own risk):

if i only knew ~ patience ~ the fulcrum series ~ learn your place, young one ~ how to stay ~ open circle ~ when the abyss stares back at you ~ earthshine ~ literally all of travellingcircus's work their writing style is beautiful ~ adrift and entangled ~ wicked thing ~ acts of contrition ~

#asks #i am very bad at this sort of thing im very sorry #i just genuinely never know what to say #like what are your preferences for fcs what do you likee #theres soooo many out there #these are just fics from my history lmao #like i said im bad a this but love these

[willameena]

The rules of the game are to write one song for every letter in your url, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

I was tagged by @grapenehifics thank you for the tag!! 🫶 I had SO much fun with this (also not many songs start with W?? That I could think of or listen to, apparently haha)

W: Who Wants to Live Forever- Queen

I: I Want to Break Free- Queen

L: Lovesong- The Cure

L: Let's Dance- David Bowie

A: Alaska- Maggie Rogers

M: Mayonaise- Smashing Pumpkins

E: Evenflow- Pearl Jam

E: Every Little Thing She Does is Magic- The Police

N: Norwegian Wood- The Beatles

A: A Movie Script Ending- Death Cab for Cutie

No pressure tagging 🩷: @lesbianakins @anakinsthot @heretolurkandnothingmore @trannakinskywalker @yourfavoritefridge @bisexualobiwankenobi @cottonraincoat @dragon-on-ice @edgeofn1ght @nytpicking @underacalicosky @kenobster @somethingsteff @hausofroxann

[obi-wkenobi]

i just found your blog and i love the obikin! i was wondering if you have any blog recs for other ppl who also post good obikin content? i need more of it on my dash :))))

oooh, of course! there are some incredible obikin blogs on this site and I hope you enjoy the one's below as much as I do - there will be some repetition as we're incredibly lucky in this fandom and have people who provide multiple forms of content! 🥰

Writers:

@edge-ofnight @tomicaleto @binaryeclipse @theseptemberist @ragnarlothcat @himboskywalker @intermundia @rexismycopilot @icsek @chaoswithinharmony @shatouto @gay-cheerios @shywhitemoose @treescape @obikinn @unfortunate17 @boonki @unspuncreature @elysian-prince @sopherfly @secretsolarsystem @tragicallyham @jmobiwanspadawan @inferior-fairy @sonderwalker @billowypantss @rhymenoceros @lowkeyanakin @kyberkenobi @disast3rtransp0rt @delziae @anakinsthot @anakinspraisekink @jswander @kittimau @artemisthehuntress @catgriller @jabba-theslutt @anakinisabottom @seafoam-oceans @subskywalker @djemsoresu @obiwanobi @pontah

Artists:

@bi-wan @crinzinzey @tomicaleto @skittlles @skynobi @fishnamedsushi @rinn-e @maderilien @apostle-peter @pontah @mashimero @delziae @jswander @shywhitemoose @squishbaebae @poreyneel @shatouto @quiet-oracle @unspuncreature @calyssmarviss @tragicallyham @spacedgays @catgriller @suncity6 @dtrvdtrv @kefalion @ranianke

Meta/fun headcanons:

@gffa @forcearama @obiwanobi @intermundia @himboskywalker

Gif makers:

@disasterduo @vaderwan @coldwaughtered @edge-ofnight

I hope people don't mind me tagging them, please let me know if you'd like to be removed from the list. This list doesn't include all obikin blogs, of course, so if anyone has any other recommendations then please leave a comment! 💙

#obikin #anon asks #blog recs

[piecesofeden11]

WIP Wednesday

Have a preview of my current obsession: Half-Pass and Half-Pipes (thank you @anakinsthot ), an Obikin Olympics AU with Three-times Dressage Gold-Medalist Obi-Wan Kenobi meeting Up-and-Coming First-Time-Olympionique Anakin Skywalker, Skateboard-Ace! ~*~

"She's been an absolute champ, sir. No signs of distress or injury, actually slept through half of the trip and has settled nicely already. I'm certain you can begin training right away tomorrow!"

Cody's voice brimmed with unabashed pride as he watched Obi-Wan fuss over Boga, double-checking her hooves, running a hand along the tendons in her legs, her back, along her neck. Meanwhile, Boga made a valiant attempt to fish out the treat she knew should be hiding in the pocket of his waistcoat, her broad muzzle working deftly.

When he was finally satisfied that she was indeed in tiptop condition, Obi-Wan took out the small piece of carrot he had brought and held it out to her, running his other hand along her broad neck affectionately.

"Good girl. I'm so proud of you. Now, you get a good night's sleep and I will be right with you again tomorrow morning."

He pressed a kiss to her cheek, rubbed a hand over the spot between her eyes and then joined Cody outside of the spacious box, that would be her home for the duration of the tournament.

Leaning on the gate, he watched on a little longer, as his beloved mare shuffled about, rearranging the pine litter to her liking before she actually sank down into it with a satisfied groan.

"She's right as rain, sir and I'll keep an eye on her all night. You have a dinner to attend, don't you?" It was Obi-Wan's turn to groan. He had almost forgotten about that dinner, some awful pre-tournament-press-dinner with a small, exclusive selection of athletes, coaches, and other figures of importance. He had tried to argue with his management team, that he felt it in poor taste to attend such a clearly biased event, when the guest list included almost exclusively core-world representatives, but Mace had been unyielding.

"It would reflect even worse on the Jaddahi delegation if you refused the Chancellor's personal invitation."

He had no arguments after that and reluctantly added the event to his tournament schedule.

"I'll be here at 7am tomorrow, Cody. Don't worry about having her up and ready yet, I'd like to do that myself. Get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow."

"You, too, sir. Enjoy your evening!"

Obi-Wan thought he already deserved a medal for not rolling his eyes in response.

#wip wednesday #my wips #half-pass and half-pipes #my writing

[ragnarlothcat]

#40 🌞

Thank you!!! 🥰💙 (fic writers game)

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I love to reread fics! I'm a little behind on reading in general right now but there are some fics I've read probably ten times at least. Sometimes for comfort and/or spice, sometimes to discover new things I missed the first time and sometimes just because the story feels different depending on what's going on with me at the time.

#ask game #anakinsthot #i wonder which fic i've read the most #it's times like this i wish i had my history enabled

[veloursdor]

Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Tagged by @tideswept. One of this isn't posted per se and only Winter knows about it, but let's see what these fics reveal of my patterns 😉

Obi-Wan Kenobi remembered the day he lost Anakin Skywalker as if it had happened just the day before. (Emperor-Wan fic)

It was hot, heavy, and intense. (Cheating-Wan fic)

Anakin hurried his steps, the clock in his phone mocking him by showcasing he was five minutes away from arriving late. (CEO Obi-Wan signs a contract with intern Anakin)

Obi-Wan awoke with a splitting headache and a parched mouth; his eyes struggling to focus. (Saw AU)

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away there exists the legend of a man who had everything – beauty, power, money, and above all, love – until he committed an unthinkable atrocious crime due to a broken, corrupted mind. (La Llorona AU)

It was big. (Stepdad Obi-Wan AU)

They only found a lightsaber when all was said and done. (Thought dead AU)

“You want me to do what?” Anakin asked Master Windu, as he stared, dumbfounded, at the pouch containing pieces of flimsi folded in half. (Secret Santa Exchange fic)

Anakin Skywalker met Mr. Kenobi when he was 16 years old. (fslseaes)

Obi-Wan could only stare as Anakin was driven away by the ambulance. (Criminal Minds (the show) AU)

tagging (no pressure): @amadwinter, @bunnywan, @palfriendpatine66, @anakinsthot, @posthumousvigor, @somethingsteff, @jedibongrip, @deathbyobiwan for as many fics as they'd like to put and i don't know who else to tag.

#tag game #writery things #my fics #if anyone notices the pattern let me know #cause for me this is just a mess #a nice mess but a mess nonetheless

[grapenehifics]

9 People You Want to Know Better

Thank you for the tag, @stainedleather, @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart, @ineffable-snowman, @anakinsthot, @piecesofeden11!

Last Song: the Solo soundtrack

Currently Watching: We're in the middle of a pre-Ahsoka Mandalorian/Boba Fett rewatch at my house...also a new season of Miracle Workers just started!!

Currently Reading: re-reading Crosstalk by Connie Willis...I re-read this just about every year though. Multi-chapter fics I'm currently obsessed with: Dx: Lovesick by @palfriendpatine66, Moonlight Serenade by @renlyslittlerose, Attempts at a One-Night Stand by @ineffable-snowman, Like Puppets on a Broken String by @piecesofeden11, Returning Hope by @kingdomvel, and probably a bunch more but I'm doing this from memory ;)

Current Obsession: see above? It's kind of all Star Wars all the time around here.

I am tagging literally anyone and everyone who sees this, because god knows we all need something to do without AO3 :D

[tomicaleto]

💛💛 you’re a yellow mutual 💛💛

!!! My beloved yellow mutual! We should get matching t-shirts and matching sunflowers! 🌻🌻

Mutual colour

#Asks #anakinsthot #Ask Game #Mutual ask game #Positivity

[lilredghost]

Trope Selection Tag Game

Tagged by @nickelanddamned -- This was a fun one, thanks! I did reformat it though cause it was driving me a little crazy haha

enemies to lovers or friends to lovers

coffee shop au or flower shop au

hurt/comfort or there was only one bed

found family or partners in crime

canon compliant or canon divergent - we all know how the prequels end, so...

domesticity or pwp - pwp wins by a narrow margin, but also if you put domesticity IN a porn fic, that's my life right there

fluff or angst with a happy ending

1st person pov or 3rd person pov

soulmates or forbidden love

roommates or fake dating

slow burn or meet-cute

love triangle or polyamorous relationship

secret relationship or unrequited love - neither

royalty au or magic au - I feel like magic AUs usually… have royalty in them..?

high school/college au or neighbours au

mutual pining or AND idiots to lovers

Tagging @kyberkenobi @renlyslittlerose @ragnarlothcat @knivash @kana7ooo @unspuncreature @tennessoui @demon----dean @secretsolarsystem @dreaminghour @anakinsthot (if you want to!)

#the AU questions I didn't really have strong feelings about #bc I think a good author can make any AU interesting and engaging #but the rest of it.... speedrun getting to know me lol #tag game #tagging like a million people this time bc I thought it was a unique one!

[tennessoui]

a “stay til the dawn” epilogue

a christmas present for @anakinsthot at the request of @sexysymphony

short and sorta sweet epilogue of sorts to my king obi-wan au, where anakin crashlands on stewjon, loses his memory, and falls in love with king kenobi who makes everything a lot more difficult than it has to be

(3k)(hinted nsfw, but not really anything explicit)

Tobias has never looked more happy to see him, and they routinely get together for drinks at the King’s Pub in the Garden district to root for the Coruscanti waggleball team, decked out in Coruscanti scarlet in a crowd of unfriendly Stewjoni green.

“Ah, Toby, you’re looking well today,” Anakin reaches forward and up—and up—and up—to clap the palace guard on the shoulder of his armor.

“And you’re a sight for sore eyes, milord,” Tobias replies, offering his hand to help Anakin out of the speeder. “If I may say.”

“Say away,” Anakin chirps, jumping down to the ground and peering up at the Gargantiolan. “It’s nice to be missed, even if—“ he checks the comm unit on his wrist “—I’ve been gone less than three days.”

“My joy will pale in the face of the king’s, I assure you,” Tobias says, reaching one long arm into the speeder and retrieving Anakin’s pack. “I will see this returned to your quarters, Prince Set.”

Anakin wrinkles his nose, his immediate reaction to any suggestion that he stand on ceremony.

He may have married a king, but that doesn’t mean he particularly respects all the traditions he’s now beholden to. 

As a Jedi Knight, he never would have been greeted upon his return to the Temple, nor would he be excused from the tedious task of disengaging and storing his own speeder. 

Even as a war general, there had been little ceremony he had observed. He and his men were equal in all but their titles, and he had striven to make sure every soul in his company knew that. 

But his new job, his new title can’t be bucked off nor ignored for the very simple reason that no one will let him.

The Stewjonians are an obliging yet obstinate sort. Much like their king, who they seem to adore above all else. 

As Anakin feels the same way about King Kenobi, they have a lot in common, despite the way every Stewjonian who sees him insists on treating him as if he’s made of fine, delicate, ornamental transparisteel. 

“Fine,” he says with the smallest of sighs. He learned as a general that all battles could be fought, but some were not worth the effort, so predictable was their end. “Would you happen to know where our King is, if he has missed me so?”

Tobias raises four of his six eyebrows. “Can’t you feel him in the Force?” 

“No,” Anakin barely resists the urge to pout, which would be very unbecoming of a Prince Consort. “He’s blocked the bond.”

Something Obi-Wan only does when he’s angry with him, Anakin doesn’t add. 

At least Obi-Wan knows better than to cut himself off from the Force all together. The one and only time Anakin had made him furious enough that he’d slipped on Force suppression cuffs and disappeared from Anakin’s mind, Anakin…hadn’t reacted well.

Now when he’s grumpy—indignant, Anakin, perhaps scorned. Kings do not feel grumpy—he blocks their bond as if he’s simply locking a door, instead of deliberately locking Anakin out of the warmth and comfort of Obi-Wan’s mind, his very soul. It’s almost worse like this, but at least he knows he’s alive, can feel a quiet humming at the end of their bond. 

“Perhaps the healers have used your absence to push the king into attempting a more traditional form of a healthy, Stewjonian Force bond.” 

“I was under the impression such things do not exist.”

“Aye, I’d say that may just be why he blocked it then,” Tobias points out, but at Anakin’s dark expression, he quickly raises all four of his hands in his defense. “I’m only jesting, milord. He’s holding court today, I believe, given your continued absence. If you’d like to wait in the glass gardens or in the painting gallery, I’ll let Aislaen know to tell the king you’ve arrived.”

“No need,” Anakin waves his hand, already turning towards the palace’s front doors. “I know where the throne room is. I’ll let him know myself.”

“I was afraid you’d say that,” Tobias says, but Anakin is taking the stairs two at a time, pushing himself faster than humanly possible with the Force in order to reach his husband quicker. 

Given his continued absence—the absolute nerve of Obi-Wan! He’s been gone for two and a half days! He hadn’t even left the damn planet! What Obi-Wan has to be grumpy about, Anakin doesn’t know.

The throne room is one of the first rooms in the palace when one enters through the grand entrance hall. Obi-Wan had insisted on it being so, something about openness and accessibility.

Anakin has never liked its location, maybe because he’s not one to read metaphors into architecture. What it feels like to him, having the throne room only a corridor away from the mouth of the palace, is a security risk.

But at least now it’s convenient. 

The guards at the door know better than to block his entrance these days, though he breezes past them almost before they can drop into the customary bow.

The throne room is almost full, people from the capitol city taking advantage of the king’s need for distraction to come and give him problems to solve while he waits for Anakin to return.

Or whatever he does when Anakin is away.

The room is small enough that Anakin can see Obi-Wan as soon as he steps in. The king looks resplendent seated on his throne, cape carefully folded around him, the blue and green color of his outfit standing out against the dark wood of the seat.

The Stewjon people are not those who value gold and jewels and overt symbols of power; this is something Anakin respects.

But Force, would his king look beautiful decked out in the regalia other planets pile on their monarch. 

Anakin strides forward to stand at the back of the line leading to the King’s dias. Stewjonian citizens line the halls, but the line itself is relatively short. Though it is fairly late in the day, so maybe Obi-Wan has been seated here for hours already. Anakin would know if his stubborn husband would just unblock his side of their bond and let him have access to his mind. 

He looks tired, Anakin decides as he shuffles forward and can see more of the details of his king’s face. There are shadows under his eyes, and though he is careful to give each person before him his full attention, Anakin can see him drooping with the effort of it. 

If he weren’t being so pissy, Anakin would use his princely privileges to march forward and drag his king up to their private quarters for a nice soak in their indecently sized bath. He’d even wash his hair for him and push him back onto their bed to ride him to completion. He wouldn’t have to do anything. Anakin would look after the both of them.

But Obi-Wan is angry with him about something, and he’s decided to block their bond, and Anakin can’t reward that sort of behavior, not when he feels as though he needs that bond to breathe. 

So instead of running his hands through his king’s auburn hair and stretching himself wide enough to take the sizable intrusion of Obi-Wan’s cock after three days of abstinence, Anakin is standing here. In line in front of his king. Ready to complain like everyone else.

Two people away from the front of the queue, Obi-Wan looks up from the woman in front of him—complaining about some sort of imagined cheese monopoly in the Lower Colsteph district that’s been affecting her sales—and locks eyes with Anakin. 

He tenses all over, shoulders straightening and eyes shuttering.

For a very scary second, Anakin is terrified that he’s actually done something quite terrible and he’s just forgotten. 

Can a person have selective amnesia twice in so little time? 

But no, he’s been gone for the past couple of days on an excursion Obi-Wan himself approved. 

It’s perhaps a measure of how much the people of Stewjon love their king that the person ahead of Anakin follows Obi-Wan’s line of sight, sees Anakin standing behind him, and immediately removes himself from the situation. 

Though to be fair Anakin doesn’t know what his face looks like right now, his own anger rising in his stomach at the sight of Obi-Wan’s aloof, diplomatic expression aimed in his direction.

The nerve.

“There was a line,” Obi-Wan points out blasely as Anakin moves to stand before him. 

“And now I’m in the front of it,” Anakin replies. “Won’t you hear my grievances, King Kenobi?” 

Obi-Wan’s eyes flash. “I’ve half the mind to dismiss the court. It’s been a long day already, sir.”

“Oh, yes. It must be very exhausting, sitting around in comfortable furniture for hours at a time. But I’ve flown all the way from Olijon to see you, sire.”

“How flattering,” Obi-Wan replies. “But careful, sir, I’m a married man.”

Anakin bears his teeth. “As am I. As it were, my husband is who I have come to complain about.”

The crowd of Stewjonians shift around Anakin, giving him a fair amount of space.

They’re very smart people, the Stewjonians are.

“Oh?” Their king asks.

“I seem to have married the most stubborn, most uncommunicative Stewjonian the Force has ever created. He would grind his teeth down to the quick before he let slip his own emotions unprompted.” 

“Hm,” Obi-Wan says. 

“For example, I believe he is grumpy with me at the moment, though I’ve had to piece together his anger as one may piece together fragments of a broken mirror: the image is imperfect, unclear, incomplete.”

“Hm,” Obi-Wan says. “Perhaps if you looked into a mirror, you would find the source of your husband’s ire.”

“Oh, don’t you dare claim my metaphor for your benefit—“

“Apologies, darling. I am a king. It is what we do.” Obi-Wan leans forward on his throne and looks down at Anakin, resting his hand on his chin.  “Let me ask you something.”

Anakin narrows his eyes and crosses his arms.

“How long have you been married to this terrible husband of yours?”

“I didn’t say terrible—“ Anakin starts to protest before the words freeze in his mouth. “Two years,” he says instead, a sinking feeling in his stomach.

“Exactly?” Obi-Wan asks, arching an eyebrow.

Anakin swallows. “To the day,” he admits. “Ah, fuck. But Obi-Wan, I—“

Obi-Wan stands with a swirl of his cape. “Then I suggest you rush back to Olijon post-haste. After all, I’m sure you want to spend your anniversary outside of court, with your love. I, for one, would have.”

Final judgment passed, he turns on his heel to exit through the side door.

Anakin, of course, will not allow this to happen. He uses the Force to hold the door shut as Obi-Wan presses his palm against it.

When Obi-Wan turns to look at him, nostrils flaring and real fury flashing in his eyes, Anakin inclines his head. “Court dismissed,” he prompts.

Obi-Wan clenches and unclenches his jaw before he waves his hand. “Court dismissed.”

There are murmurs of both protest and relief as the people around them start exiting through the main entrance, one Anakin throws open with another flick of his hand.

“And guards dismissed as well,” Obi-Wan snaps at the same time Anakin opens his mouth to remind him. He sends a wave of appreciation towards his husband in the Force, but the king is more blocked off than ever. 

When the throne room is empty save for them, Obi-Wan stalks back to sit on his throne as if this whole thing has been his idea. He crosses his left leg over his knee and rests his hands on the armrests of his throne. “Well?” 

“You let me forget our anniversary,” Anakin says, which doesn’t feel like the best foot forward at the very beginning. But it’s true. “You should have told me not to go on the trip to Olijon. It could have waited.”

“I’m not in the business of telling my husband what to do or not do,” Obi-Wan replies, as if he doesn’t take great joy from ordering Anakin around in bed.

Anakin’s raised eyebrow must convey this skepticism, because Obi-Wan huffs. “That’s different,” he says, crossing his arms. “That’s…pleasure. This is…”

When he doesn’t continue, Anakin takes that as an invitation to stride up the dias into his husband’s personal space. When that doesn’t feel close enough, he doesn’t hesitate to clamber into his lap, forcing Obi-Wan’s body to accommodate him.

“What is this, my liege?” Anakin asks, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Obi-Wan looks torn, shields weakening. They’ve never been in an argument yet that hasn’t petered out when Anakin shortens the distance between them.

“This is duty,” Obi-Wan says resolutely, even as his shields waver. “You needed to go to Olijon because as the prince and an accomplished engineer, Prince Set was expected to inspect the latest transport rig there. That was your duty. And mine was to let you go.”

“But you’re grumpy with me,” Anakin points out, shifting closer and bringing up one of his hands to start playing with the ends of Obi-Wan’s bangs, which just stick out under the weight of his crown.

Maybe this is what causes Obi-Wan to melt into him. Maybe it’s his pout as he does it. Maybe it’s just that he’s missed him as much as Anakin has missed being here with him. 

“I’m not,” Obi-Wan mutters, dragging a hand over his face before he settles it against the small of Anakin’s back. “Not least because kings do not get grumpy.”

Anakin snorts but doesn’t say anything. He does rock forward pointedly though. After all, if they can get through this conversation, nothing is stopping them from…celebrating their anniversary right here in the throne room.

“I have a duty to my people as their king, and in marrying me you have taken on a part of that duty. I cannot keep you away when you are called upon, no matter the day. I…” Obi-Wan‘s eyes catch with his and he curls his hand around the apple of Anakin’s cheek. “It’s silly to be upset that you have taken so well to the duties I have burdened you with.”

Anakin blinks at him, slowly processing his words.

“I may have a reputation for being a bit forgetful,” he tells his stupid husband, nuzzling forward until their foreheads touch and he can stretch to place a kiss on the thin bow of Obi-Wan’s upper lip, “but I do believe I married a man. Not a planet. If my memory serves me correctly, in fact, we weren’t even on Stewjon when we were married. And I believe I have never taken on Stewjonian royalty vows as prince consort—“

“That’s because you keep hiding in the woods whenever we try to schedule a cerem—“

“Which means, my very stupid and melodramatic husband,” Anakin braces his both his hands on his shoulders and leans back so that he can look him in the eyes. “That my duty first and foremost is to you, and it always will be.”

Obi-Wan huffs and shakes his head slightly, automatically. 

“Baby,” Anakin shakes his head back. “I left my family, my friends, my entire way of life thousands of parsecs away just so I could be with you. Duty means nothing in the face of love. Not to me; not when it comes to this love.” 

His husband exhales rather shakily and twines his hand through Anakin’s hair, hauling him forward and connecting their mouths.

Anakin has been waiting for this since his ship landed back in the boundaries of Stewjon proper. He angles his head and opens his mouth at the lightest touch of Obi-Wan’s tongue to his lip, granting him access he never truly has to ask for.

It’s his already to do with as he pleases. Anakin is his to do with as he pleases, and he tries to make sure Obi-Wan understands that as he deepens the kiss, lets his hands fist in the front of Obi-Wan’s shirt as he rocks down in his lap.

Obi-Wan groans when Anakin sucks on his tongue, tightening his hold on his hair and forcing him into a better position. Kissing his husband is always an amazing experience, but after being deprived of his kisses for a few days, it feels like there’s nothing better in the world than the slide of their tongues, the sound of their breaths, the taste of Obi-Wan bursting on his tongue.

Anakin wants more. When it comes to Obi-Wan, he always wants more.

It takes the slightest nudge against Obi-Wan’s mind for his shields to waver and fall to Anakin, and he wastes no time at all reclaiming his space and refreshing their bond. 

The Stewjonian healers had warned them both about bond sickness and unhealthy attachments, the Stewjonian impulse to possess and cling. But Anakin and Obi-Wan’s bond is strong and healthy,  a meadow filled with soft, dappled light. Nothing at all like the thorny, overgrown path that the healers had painted in Anakin’s mind.

And if they were ever to convince Obi-Wan to sever their bond under the guise of his duty demanding it, Anakin would kill them. Simple as.

Greedily, he wraps himself in the tendrils of their open bond, separating their mouths to pant against the side of Obi-Wan’s neck.

After a second to catch his breath, he starts licking and sucking at the skin beneath his lips.

Two years. It’s been exactly two years since they were married beneath the Fei’luka sun. 

“You’re the most difficult man in the entire galaxy,” Anakin murmurs, sitting back to look at his husband. 

Obi-Wan’s eyes are dark, pupils blown.  Anakin can feel the swell of his cock beneath his ass. It would be incredibly easy to sink to his knees right here, lift up the cloth of Obi-Wan’s kilt, and take that cock into his mouth. He knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that Obi-Wan would let him. That Obi-Wan would enjoy it. 

He’s enjoyed it before, spreading his legs to allow Anakin’s shoulders to fit between them while he lounges on his throne.

Stewjonians despise opulence yet love ceremony, and their king is the same. His throne is simple treated wood, masterfully carved yet lacking the adornments others affix onto their physical seats of power. Yet Anakin has always thought that Obi-Wan gets a special sort of enjoyment from Anakin kneeling before him on his throne, though he’s never gotten him to admit it.

Anakin certainly enjoys it, the weight of his cock in his mouth and the inescapable press of Obi-Wan’s hand against the back of his head, his liege and his king and the best damn choice Anakin has ever made exacting pleasure upon him as he takes his own as well.

“Darling,” Obi-Wan groans, “a little restraint would be much appreciated.”

“How can I practice restraint when all I can think about is the way you touch me? How good it feels. How very right. Two years of it, but Force, Obi-Wan. Force, how many more years do you think we’ll have?”

“It depends on how kind the Force is to its worshippers,” Obi-Wan’s eyes crinkle and he ghosts a kiss up his jaw. 

Anakin shivers. “I’m its child, baby. The Force fucking loves me.”

The space between their bodies evaporates as Obi-Wan crushes him to his chest, pulling him down so there’s no escaping the feeling of the hard line of his cock.

“Fifty years then,” Obi-Wan swears. “Perhaps a hundred.”

Anakin’s laugh is breathless as he rocks down, rubbing himself against his husband’s erection. “And how many years will it take for us to get to the point where I forget something and you just tell me?”

Obi-Wan stands, lifting Anakin up into his arms. If it didn’t make Anakin lose his voice, that display of strength and possessiveness, he’d say something clever about improper use of the Force.

As it is, he can only moan high and loud as Obi-Wan carries him towards the door to the side chamber.

“Oh, fifty years perhaps. Maybe a hundred,” Obi-Wan tells him, and Anakin kisses him quiet, as is his princely duty.

#king obi-wan au #obikin #theyre exhibitionists your honor #of course they would also get off on fighting in public #stewjonian news on a slow day is just gossip about the king and his consort #and once again #stewjon is space scotland #thanks ewan mcgregor for influencing that choice #Anakin Skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #it was super fun to revisit that fic!! #thank you for the opportunity and also sorry that it wouldn't let me tag you @sexysymphony #i bet also obi-wan is the kind of guy who has like 6 anniversary dates in his head #and gets offended when anakin doesn’t remember the anniversary of the day they met or the day he left the Jedi or the day they kissed etc