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#it just screams obikin
tennessoui · 1 year
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ohhh "summer falling through our fingers again" for the fic title prompt
oof ok ok but this is giving me like wild parent trap vibes but make it gffa, so rots almost happens but Padmé still dies and anakin takes his babies and leaves the order to become some small town mechanic on some small planet, grieving and fully committing to his children and being their father
But it’s so painful to talk about his wife that he doesn’t for years and years.
the twins grow up and don’t ask much about their mother because they see how much it hurts their father to talk about it. but they also notice that the one time he seems happiest is in the summer when obi-wan visits and stays with them for a few months a year
and anakin never bothered to tell the twins who obi-wan is to him or what their past relationship is, but obi-wan treats them all so nicely and well and they’re obviously closer than friends and their father gets so sad for weeks after obi-wan leaves
so the twins, through schoolyard input and too much holo exposure, decide that obviously obi-wan is their third parent and anakin is in love with him and obi-wan should be in love with him too because then he could stay with them all the time instead of just the summer and they could be a family and anakin would be happier all the time — so they start trying to parent trap them into getting back together, unaware that anakin and obi-wan were never together in the first place.
for their parts, anakin probably has always been at least a lil bit in love with obi-wan. and obi-wan, who is still a Jedi, finds himself feeling less and less enamored with the Jedi way every time he leaves anakin’s side at the end of the summer.
neither of them really knows what to make of the town’s sea of younglings trying to get them to kiss in increasingly obvious ways as the summer wanes into autumn though.
Send me a made-up fic title, and I’ll tell you what I would write for it
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bilbobignaturals · 1 month
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"Anakin turned, and found within Obi-Wan’s eyes a depth of feeling he had only rarely glimpsed in all their years together; and the pure uncomplicated love that rose up within him then felt like a promise from the Force itself." - Star Wars Ep III Novelisation, Matthew Stover
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kana7o · 1 year
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sketch comm for cvvani on twitter!!
tfw you and your boyfriend propose at the same time.....
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i promised to forget you (i lied)
the first time he calls, it goes to the machine. obi-wan's voice crisp and clean over the line. 
"i gave your name as my emergency call," anakin says, voice breaking, "please pick up."
the officer give him a look that he assumes is pity, "try someone else. they can come get you tonight."
anakin tries the number again, listens to the tone ring and ring. it goes to the machine again. 
"obi-wan, please. i know you're probably awake. please."
he could call asohka (but he's probably burned that bridge too) she might come get him, lecture him on the way home and deposit him in bed one last time.
if she knew he was in lock up, she'd have his head. he promised to do better.
“i swear he’ll pick up,” anakin whispers, voice lost in the cacophany of the county jail. 
he does not say, he always picks up. he does not say, he has always picked me up. he does not say, i think i burned that bridge, what if he doesn't pick up?
the alchol is still making his head fuzzy, the world blurs aroud the edges of his vision, though that might be the concussion. he thinks his nose is broken. his hand too, maybe. all the pain drowned under the heartbreak.
anakin knew they left things in tatters, their relationship in pieces as they (he) hurled the most hurtful things he could think of back at obi-wan while he tried to be understanding, patient, until even that was impossible. 
"son," the officer says. she's defintely looking at him with pity now, it burns. "try someone else."
anakin dials obi-wan's number again. fingers too tight around the black plastic as he punched the number in again. 
it rang twice.
"hullo," obi-wan says. his voice is too thin, frayed, like he's hanging on as well as anakin is.
"obi-wan," anakin breathes out and the line cuts off.
anakin slams the reciever down and lets out a frustrated yell. the officer lays a hand on his shoulder. he doesn't have the energy to shake it off. 
"he was wrong to hang up," she says, like she's trying to comfort him. 
belatedly, he realizes he's shaking. he thinks he's crying. he can't tell. 
"let me try again. i'll stay the night, i swear he'll call back."
"why are you doing this to yourself?" the officer asks. she's kinder than most of the officers at the county jail. patient with him when she doesn't need to be. she could send him out into the rain alone to find his way back home. 
"he always picks up," is all he can say in response. 
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sainztander · 2 years
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Just sitting here thinking about how insanely profound it is that even when not shipped romantically Obi-Wan and Anakin are STILL soulmates. Like romantic feelings or sexual attraction notwithstanding - they are literally metaphysical soulmates!!!
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sukugo · 1 year
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consent in obikin is just inherently dubious. obi-wan simply does not have a choice in it. bc when the force goes. anakin wants this. and u have to give it to him. what's he gonna do??? say no???? (i mean he will try to oppose it. enforce his own will. but can he? really? what is his own will in the face of the force's will. of anakin's.)
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rinn-e · 2 years
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soo... Vader replaying that meeting in his mind, sensing Obi-Wan's pain, seeing his face twisted in agony, expecting to feel joy, because he got to pay back at least a fraction of what he's been through... and yet there's no happiness inside him.
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thinking about the tiny spark of anakin that remained having to watch obi-wan abandon and walk away from him again
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merrysithmas · 2 years
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obi wan turning his back on vader saying he guesses his friend is dead yet leaving vader, darth vader, grim reaper of the galaxy alive once more to chaos around unleashed, in full cognizant purposeful knowledge he is giving anakin yet another chance to come home, moving on from his own guilt, saying its time for anakin to integrate with his alter ego and get his head right, or lose him forever:
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urgirl415 · 2 years
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Ok I just have to get something off my chest and yes I’m ranting at three am again.
I just want to say that I can soooo tell when an obikin anti hasn’t even indulged in the source material that they love to hate so much. If you would read the books, (whether canon or not) read interviews from the script writers/choreographers, or even just watch the damn movies with half a fucking thought in your mind, you’d know that there is nothing strictly “brotherly” or even “fatherly” about their relationship. At all. Learn how to have an abstract thought for once before you come onto the internet to spread your puritanical bullshit that no one wants to bear witness to.
Pls stop being so western oriented and understand that there is such thing as complexities and nuances in a relationship. Not everything is black and white. Also, just to throw this in rly quick, as a person who has been present in the obikin space for almost three years, I have only seen the kind of shipping you people are so afraid of (incestuous, underage, non-con) a handful of times at MOST. Stop coming on here and calling people creeps and weirdos for interpreting media… get your homophobic victorian ass back to twitter
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tennessoui · 3 months
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Ah, has Padme noticed that Obi-Wan is assigned to Senate duty and that's why she's making assumptions about why Anakin is worried?
this chapter and the last chapter take place within like...an hour or so of each other -- so no one knows yet about obi-wan's new assignment cause he's been given it only a little bit ago!
i think padmé really is trying in this chapter, trying to speak anakin's language and understand him - and i think she really does, as much as she can. she's relating her experiences of being worried about anakin to anakin's experiences being worried about obi-wan (which baby, honey. are you really not going to notice that you're talking to anakin as if he's obi-wan's wife).
in my opinion, she's not really making assumptions about why anakin is worried here. anakin flat out tells her that he was worrried that obi-wan was injured, that that's why he stayed.
she's really just trying to get him to realize that he shouldn't go running off to be by obi-wan's side every time he gets an intrusive thought that obi-wan could be hurt when logically there's a very slim chance that he has been been and a very big chance that he could get help IF he ever was. because the war is over. obi-wan has amazing access to the best healthcare on coruscant. he would be FINE if he felt a sudden twinge in his chest or whatever.
it's just that anakin doesn't want to hear that. anakin doesn't want to live in a world where he can't drop everything to get to obi-wan's side. anakin doesn't want space between him and his master. he doesn't get why he should. if that's because of the war, like he sorta implies in the chapter, or if it's always been like that for him--for them, i don't think matters as much right now as the fact that anakin and anakin's wife are on solidly opposite ends of this debate
and it's really only going to get more rocky from here as we move away from the end of the war and both of them have different expectations of what comes next
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kana7o · 1 year
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I've been rewatching The Nanny and getting obikin brainrot as you do
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infernaleikon · 2 years
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i was dumb enough to sign on for a 9 day long search and rescue dog training camp which not only drains my social battery to zero, it also means i have to put on my Functioning Neurotypical Adult Face while my brain happily supplies fandom nerd stuff on an endless loop while i don't have a SINGLE outlet for it the entire fuckin time
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chasinthesatellite · 1 year
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Something about obi-wan holding anakin and anakin seeking comfort in obi-wans touch makes my brain go insane
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magnusbae · 1 month
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"Quit struggling, you will only make it worse."
Obikin, pretty please /ᐠ - ⩊ -マ Ⳋ
Thank you 🥰 Now imagine if Anakin fell a few years earlier than in canon, still has his limbs and pretty hair, and is currently serving Darth Sidious while fighting on the Separatist side. Something like that 😊 1,137w - vaderwan
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“Quit struggling, you will only make it worse.”
Vader bares his teeth and snarls. He snarls like an animal, like he’s a Tusken Raider and it’s the only way he knows how to communicate in. The thought fills him with an even deeper rage, makes his stomach turn in fury and sickness. He is better than that, he is better than them. He is Lord Vader, not some animal to growl and bark— he does not give a kark. 
He spits at Kenobi’s feet and glares up with as much hatred as his eyes would permit without burning white blind from it. 
“Kriff yourself.” Vader grits out when all he receives for his efforts is an infuriatingly smug smirk. (it’s sad, it’s sad, it’s sad)(he ignores it).
“I think I shall pass.” Kenobi says in that sarcastic manner of his that he reserves for Darksiders only. It should not sting Vader as it does, to be spoken to as if he was one of many.
He should be more than that, he is more than that. He’d make him, he’d—
“Please do stop thinking so loudly, you are ruining an otherwise lovely force weather.” Kenobi cuts this line of thought with some sort of Bantha Poodoo that wouldn’t make sense even on the best of days, least of all when he is busy tying Vader up like he was a Life Day’s gift. 
“Force Weather? Have you lost it entirely old m— argh-” Vader sucks in a breath when he feels the durasteel wire cut deep within his skin, so tight he can feel the instant numbing, indicating that the blood had effectively stopped flowing into that limb.
Concern spikes within Vader, he already has one prosthetic, and he is not very fond of the idea of more, Obi-Wan wouldn’t…. Would he….? 
There is a moment in which he thinks that he would. Thinks that Kenobi had lost any sentiment toward his old apprentice, even the guilt that had kept him from killing him in all the previous times he had managed to get the upper hand. (Through luck)(It’s luck, nothing else.)
Losing a limb due to Kenobi’s poor tying techniques would not be technically Kenobi deciding on killing him but— “Ngh.” He hisses out, teeth scraping together as Kenobi lessens the punishing grip of the wire.
Relief  flood Vader, scorching in its intensity.
“A little too tight there.” Obi-Wan chirps, all amusement and good nature. (He sounds old.)(He sounds broken.) “Apologies, Sweet.” he says with his characteristic charm, his typical ease. (He sounds as if he’d like to retch.)(he sounds sick.)
Vader hates it. Hates. Hates. Hates. He wants the anger, the hurt, the words of disappointment and fury and passion. (Love, love, of love.) He wants Kenobi to be honest, to be direct, to be him. The him that only he knows, that only he saw. He wants Kenobi to, (his chest fills and hurts, his lungs collapse with an inhale he doesn’t manage to keep, his eyes close and he cannot, he cannot lie—) care. Care, he wants him to karkin care. Even a little, even sometimes. Care enough to hurt, care enough to scream, care enough to hurt him. 
“Up and about now.” Obi-Wan says and hauls Vader to his feet. Even in this Kenobi is careful to not hurt him unnecessarily. Do not hurt prisoners, a Jedi would say. The Codes. It’s all he sees in him. The Codes he must follow in order to fulfill his duties. No, no. No, no and no. Anakin— Vader is more, he is more, he was, he is more. 
Twisting about to face Kenobi without being stopped is hard enough, his balance off with the way his arms are bound painfully behind his back. He manages it. He’s quick enough, skilled enough— determined enough.
Without a single thought, without a moment of consideration, Vader’s eyes lock onto his target. The neck.
It’s exposed just enough, with the layers of robes covering the curve of it an the beard reaching just the top of it, there’s just enough space.
Vader strikes as he always does, without warning, without hesitation. One moment he is standing there, wide eyes alight with orange-yellow, the next his lips are closing around soft flesh, teeth sinking.
It’s all over in but moments, and yet the way Obi-Wan groans, the way his throat tenses and he swallows, the way he shudders when he pushes Vader off hard enough to make him stumble and fall back onto the ground— the way there’s blood on that neck, on Vader’s tongue— it’s all worth it.
Vader will do it again, no matter the consequences, no matter how it might look to someone who didn’t understand. 
He will make absolute sure that Kenobi never forgets, never.
Vader makes a point of licking at his lips as he smirks at Kenobi, tilting his head from side to side in a way he saw his Master do while in a good mood and flirting. On him it looks mocking and he knows it.
He takes pleasure in Kenobi having no smart retort to it, no easygoing banter to masquerade with. Vader got him, he had won. 
He is almost angry when the sound of engines breaks through, hundreds of them, all belonging to Sidious. Or the Separatists, as the Republic still foolishly believes. He will never know what words had died on Kenobi’s tongue as he looked up and then down at Vader, calculating his chances of outrunning a fleet of battle ships while carrying an unwilling Sith on his back. 
“Not in your favor, huh?” Vader asks, laughing, not even bothering to get up, instead he just flops to lie on his back. It pains his arms terribly, but he does not care. He looks at the sky as if it was a starry sky you’d gaze upon, wish upon.
“Run now, Kenobi. You’re so good at it, after all.” He does not look at him, does not want to see that back turned on him. (Again. Again. Again that.)
The silence from Kenobi’s side is a heavy one, a painful one. Then he forces out amusedly (Chokes on it.) “We’ll have to rain check our little date, my Dear.” (He does actually choke on it.) (Vader hears, he always does.)
“So long.” The man who raised him cheers, all good spirits and not a care in the world. Then there’s the sound of Obi-Wan’s light feet as he force-runs towards his own ship. Leaves him. 
Anakin closes his eyes and all the world falls down. 
There’s only the sound of shooting and the flavor of Obi-Wan’s life on his tongue. For now, it’ll do. For now, it’s enough. (It is not.)(It never is.)
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