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morganofthewildfire · 3 years

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Not quite as long as after hours, but significantly less plot. Based off of the one word prompt, Polaroid.

CW: NSFW, not suitable for readers under eighteen

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If there was anything Aelin hated more than moving, she hadn’t encountered it yet. No boring task or useless instruction compared to the hell that was packing up all of her shit into boxes and lugging it out of her tiny apartment.

Because despite the size of her apartment, she had a lot of stuff, too much stuff as Rowan put it, so she was forced to cut down before she could move in with him. Simply because neither of them wanted to live in a house that resembled a landfill.

So here she was, sitting on the floor of her closet, digging through piles of stuff and boxes that she hadn’t looked at in many many months. And it was exhausting.

Aelin huffed and leaned against the wall, cursing her boyfriend. It made sense that she was the one moving, as his actual house was much nicer, but he could’ve at least been there to help her. Although she knew he was at work, and couldn’t help her, but it gave her a nice outlet for her frustration to blame him instead.

She angrily blew back a piece of her hair, slumping as she pulled another box toward her, grabbing an empty box to transfer stuff to. She reached into the box, yanking out an old purse that she hadn’t used in years. She chuckled incredulously and tossed it to the side, where her trash pile was slowly growing. Then she pulled out a random folder of old schoolwork, from back in college. She scoffed and threw that too.

All of this was crap she didn’t need anymore, crap she wasn’t sure why she had still. But she supposed that was the point of this, purging her overflowing closet of junk.

It was still annoying.

Aelin closed her eyes in frustration, blindly reaching into the box to grab something else. Her hand hit something hard, and she wrapped her fingers around it, opening her eyes to find herself looking at a Polaroid camera. A Polaroid camera that she completely forgot she had.

It had been probably since college that she’d even looked at it, but after a quick check, she found that there was still some film left in it, about five pictures worth.

A small devious smile curled onto her lips as an idea crossed her mind. A way to get back at Rowan.

She pushed herself to a stand quickly, walking over to her dresser and grabbing her brush, combing through her tangled hair and smoothing it out. She hurried to her bathroom, snapping up her bag of makeup.

Chuckling to herself, Aelin refreshed her mascara, brushing dark eyeshadow on her eyelids and sharp eyeliner on top. And for the final touch, she painted her lips a dark red color, pursing them for the full effect.

When she was satisfied, she went back into her room, digging into her underwear drawer. She was wearing a boring sports bra and boyshorts set, but she had something a bit more exciting.

She changed quickly, a pool of heat forming in her core at the thought of Rowan’s reaction. She hadn’t shown him this particular item of clothing yet, so this was perfect timing. Grabbing her polaroid, she flipped her hair, giving it a bit of volume as she climbed onto her bed, relaxing against the comforter. She tossed her hair so it was flowing against the pillow, stretching out her legs but keeping them bent slightly, wide enough apart to insinuate what she wanted.

One hand was holding the polaroid out over body while the other was resting on her stomach, casually fingering the lace of the golden bodysuit she was wearing. She couldn’t see what she looked like in the camera, but she knew what she looked like.

The bodysuit was thin strapped and low cut, with sheer lace in an intricate pattern that made her breasts completely visible even through the fabric, her nipples clearly showing, especially with the chill in the room and the heat in her body. Aelin parted her lips slightly, teeth sliding over her bottom one as she looked at the camera from beneath her lashes.

And then she took the picture.

As it whirred, the film developing, she grinned, her plan taking form in her head. All she needed to do was get it into Rowan’s wallet. His wallet was always extremely disorganized, and she always laughed when it took him an awkwardly long time at stores to fumble for his card. With all luck, he’d pull this out next time instead.

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It took a few days for him to find the picture, and by then she was fully moved into his house, her stuff in his room, her Polaroid placed in the bottom drawer of his nightstand. Well, their nightstand.

She’d been lounging in their bed, scrolling through her phone when she’d gotten his text.

> Very funny

Aelin snorted, smirking as she typed back.

< I take it you got my present

Rowan was at the store, picking up some food for dinner, and just like she’d predicted, his fumble for his credit card ended just the way she wanted. She was waiting for his text back when she got a call, her boyfriend’s handsome face, a soft smile gracing it, popping on the screen. It was a picture she’d barely managed to get, having to sneakily pull out her phone while he wasn’t paying attention.

Aelin chuckled and answered it, lifting the phone to her ear.

“You almost made me embarrass myself in front of the whole store,” Rowan complained, his voice crackling as he likely drove home. She cackled, trying to catch her breath. “I was trying to pay and I pulled that out and dropped my whole wallet. I had to keep adjusting myself to make sure everyone didn’t think I was a creep.”

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she answered finally, tilting her head against the pillow.

“I’m sure,” he muttered, huffing, “I didn’t even know you had a polaroid.”

“I found it while cleaning out my closet,” she clarified, a soft teasing smile on her face. “I figured I’d put it to use.”

“What am I going to do with you,” he said, exasperation in his tone, mixed with something else that had her crossing her legs to fight the throbbing threatening to start.

“I don’t know,” she teased, making her voice a little heavier than normal, “but I’m here waiting when you figure it out.”

He cursed, and the rough sound made heat rush through her. “You better be wearing that thing when I get home, baby.”

Aelin let out a breath. “And what if I don’t?” She grinned. “Are you going to punish me?” She rolled over onto her side, murmuring the words into the phone.

Rowan let out a laugh. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She made a noncommittal noise, not giving him the satisfaction of agreeing.

“Just get home soon,” she said, overly breathily to mess with him, “I miss you,” she smirked, “My fingers aren’t nearly as good as yours.”

He cursed again. “I’ll be back soon, and then I’m going to rip that damn thing off and have my way with you.” She tried to hide her moan, the sound escaping her at his words, but from the way he laughed darkly, she wasn’t successful.

“Hurry up,” she managed to say, her voice losing its strength.

“I’m only at the store, you can’t wait that long?” He teased darkly, and she could imagine his face, the lust in his green eyes, his brows furrowed in frustration and desire, the curve of his lips that were likely in a smirk. “I’m only ten minutes from you.”

“That’s ten minutes too far,” she said, the words turning a bit tender, and she knew he could tell, if the soft silence meant anything, the lack of noise comforting, not awkward. Aelin sighed and grinned again. “Just speed, you can cut that ten minutes down to five.”

“Don’t you need those ten minutes to change?” Rowan asked, and she hummed noncommittal.

“I guess you’ll have to figure that out,” was all she said before laughing and hanging up, pleased by his likely disgruntled expression. She’d pay for that later, but… her toes curled, she’d be fine with whatever that payment entailed.

She rolled out of bed, yanking off the hoodie that she’d stolen from Rowan, reaching for her underwear drawer that she’d claimed when she moved in. She smirked as she dug through it though, choosing not the gold bodysuit he liked so much, but yet another set of lingerie.

Aelin swung the pieces of it on quickly, fluffing out her hair before waltzing out to the kitchen and sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar, scrolling through her phone casually, like she wasn’t just in her bra and underwear.

She hummed nonchalantly, looking but not really looking through Instagram as she waited for her boyfriend to appear. And despite his insistence that ten minutes wasn’t that long, he got home in six, obviously speeding like she’d told him to.

She smirked as the sound of the lock turning and the door opening met her ears, the sound of grocery bags crinkling as Rowan walked in, his face calm as he locked the door behind him, heading to the kitchen without looking up. Aelin kept her eyes on her phone, noting the exact moment he saw her, a sharp intake of breath marking it.

“Shit,” he said, a dark expression forming in his eyes. She grinned and spun on the stool, leaning back on her elbows on the counter.

“Is there a problem?” She tilted her head, raising a brow at him teasingly. Rowan just prowled over to her, dropping the groceries on a side table on the way. He placed both his hands on the counter, trapping her between them and practically pinning her against the cool granite. They were close, but not close enough.

“I don’t know, is there?” He murmured, leaning in. Aelin smiled, ghosting a breath across his lips. And then she was ducking out from under his arms, darting away quickly and chuckling at his confused expression.

“We better put away these groceries,” she teased, walking over to the discarded bag, “before they go bad.” She pulled out a carton of milk and fruit from the bag, swaying her hips as she walked over to the fridge. Knowing his eyes were on her, she opened the fridge and leaned forward, sticking out her ass as she put away the food.

Without turning around, she stretched upward, lifting her arms and craning her neck so her back arched delicately. She heard Rowan’s heavy footsteps behind her and she smirked as his arms came to wrap around her waist, pulling her back into him. She dropped her arms around his neck as he ghosted his fingertips across her bare stomach, closing her eyes and humming as his touch skirted up toward the bralette she wore, dipping under the hem slightly.

She’d donned a dark red lace lingerie set, with thin straps on the top and straps above the waist of the practically thong-like bottoms that led to garter straps around her upper thighs. Garters that Rowan was now inching toward, a finger sliding under the material and grazing across her skin.

“You really love messing with me, don’t you?” He murmured into the junction of her shoulder and neck, before grazing his nose up the length of her neck toward her jaw, where he pressed a biting kiss. “I thought I told you to wear the gold one?”

“Are you complaining?” Aelin asked breathlessly, leaning back into him as his other hand brushed lightly over her breast, making goosebumps appear all over her skin.

“I never said that.” He chuckled darkly against her skin. “But you did disobey me, hm?” She opened her mouth to respond, but he paired his words with a rough squeeze to the same breast he’d just caressed, making a gasp leave her instead, heat rushing through her electrified nerves.

“I just thought you’d like to see this one too,” Aelin managed to say, every sense consumed by him. “See if you had the same reaction as you did at the store.” She could already feel that reaction pressing against her, a hard line against her ass that she couldn’t help but grind against.

“I always have that reaction to you,” Rowan said, a hint of a groan in his voice, “you’re so godsdamn sexy.” Aelin’s breath left her as the hand on her thigh crept upward, dipping to trail across her soaked panties.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she breathed, rubbing back into him as he stroked the fabric with two fingers before dipping under the fabric and sliding across her folds. Her eyes rolled back into her head. He didn’t enter her fully, just sliding across her wetness and hitting her clit, repeating the motion until she was panting with anticipation. He chuckled then and removed his fingers, ignoring her whine of protest as he brought them to her lips. Aelin followed suit, taking them into her mouth and cleaning off the taste of herself, wrapping her tongue around them and biting gently in an imitation of what she’d do somewhere else.

Rowan groaned and removed his hand, moving it to join the other one on her waist, gripping tightly before flipping her around to face him, diving in to roughly claim her lips. Aelin moaned into the motion, clutching his hair as his tongue slid across her bottom lip before coaxing her mouth open and sliding that tongue inside.

He teased her with small movements of his tongue, leaving her begging for more as he removed it, using his teeth to pull at her lip instead. He pushed her against the door of the fridge and she used the leverage to wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him even closer and feeling the length of him pressed against where she needed him the most.

He trailed kisses across her jawline, going down her neck and taking her earlobe between his teeth and tugging before dropping down to her shoulder, sucking at the junction of her shoulder and neck as his hands clutched her waist tightly.

Aelin groaned and dropped her head against the fridge, leaving more of her neck exposed for him and his ministrations. But then he lifted a hand from her waist to her hair, cradling the back of her head and roughly pulling it back up to devour her mouth once more, making her breath escape her.

“Rowan,” she managed to moan between kisses, grinding against him. He groaned and grabbed her thigh, sliding a thumb under the garter and holding it hard enough to bruise. He pushed her against the fridge even more, getting closer than she thought was possible until every inch of them were pressed together.

Aelin jumped slightly to wrap her other leg around him, letting him hold her completely as she surrendered to the feeling of his touch. And it wasn’t long before Rowan was moving, carrying her toward their bedroom quickly.

She pressed kisses on his neck and jawline, biting slightly and nibbling, making him groan before he dumped her on the bed, smiling wickedly down at her. Aelin smirked and began to pull off the lingerie, reaching for the clasp of her top, but Rowan leaned down and stayed her hands, pushing them to the side of her head, her heart beating rapidly as she stared at his lust-filled green eyes.

“Don’t move,” he murmured sternly, and she managed to nod, overcome with arousal. She watched as he pushed off from the bed, disappearing around to the front before returning with something that made heat pool in her core, a breathy moan escaping her.

The polaroid.

He stood at the foot of the bed and lifted the camera to his face, hand on the button.

“Can you pose for me, love?” He asked, voice heavy with desire. Aelin shifted on the bed, one hand clutching at her hair as the other slid up her stomach, fiddling with the lace of her bralette. She twisted so her right leg was slightly over the left, and she looked up at him with dark eyes, parting her lips still swollen from his kisses.

The room fell into silence, the tension thick until he pressed the button, the click of the camera and the whirring of the picture developing the only sounds.

“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered roughly. “So godsdamn beautiful.” He took the developed picture and stared at it with so much heat it made her squeeze her legs together to try and ease the ache between them. “Do you even know what you look like right now?”

“I’m assuming pretty damn good,” she said, with a weak bit of snark. Rowan chuckled and set the picture and the camera to the side, before pulling off his shirt in one smooth motion, leaving her with miles of smooth tan muscle to enjoy, the black tattoo she loved so much creeping up his arm.

“You always look good baby,” he groaned, climbing on the bed and over her in one smooth motion, caging her in beneath him, her favorite place to be. Rowan pressed his face to her neck, nipping at it in a series of motions she knew would leave bruises. Not that she cared, she loved being marked by him. “I’m so fucking lucky you’re mine,” he murmured into her skin, “that you’re my baby, my girl.” She didn’t think she’d ever been this turned on, the heat in her threatening to make her combust. Aelin closed her eyes, moaning his name as he whispered “my good girl”, and arousal shot through her core at the praise, a small moan escaping her that didn’t escape him.

He chuckled darkly and brought one hand to hold himself up while using the other to slip under the lace of her bralette, squeezing at her breast and rubbing her nipple roughly, the sensations sending fire throughout her body. She couldn’t even bring herself to talk, to say anything or make any noise besides the pants and sighs of pleasure as he worked her body.

“Let me show you how beautiful I think you are,” he said, and he didn’t wait for a reply before moving down her body, unclipping and pulling her bralette off quickly, keeping one hand working at her left breast while his mouth dived toward the other, swiping his tongue around her peak before pulling at it with his teeth, biting gently at the same time he pinched the other one between his fingers.

Gods. Gods.

She was going to explode, she was going to disappear off of that cliff of pleasure, so far gone she didn’t think she’d ever come back.

Aelin clutched at his hair, keeping him at her chest and digging her fingers in, pulling slightly like she knew he liked. But he didn’t stay there for too long, pressing warm kisses to her stomach as he traveled down, pulling her legs open.

She leaned up on her elbows, expression dark as he smirked up at her from between her legs, but she was too weak to keep herself there as he leaned in and licked a long stripe up the fabric of her panties, making a deep moan come out of her. He laughed, the vibrations making more heat spike through her, and then his hands were joining him, ripping the garters off with a loud snap as his tongue slid over her panties again, his hands lightly caressing the sensitive skin below her navel, making her shiver, before sliding under the hem. He pulled back as he slowly and teasingly pulled them all the way off, pressing kisses to her leg as he followed the fabric, before throwing it to the side roughly and leaning back in, devouring her in such a contrast to the slow motion of before.

“Rowan,” she moaned, gasping as his tongue slid between her folds, his hands holding her hips down so she couldn’t thrust up toward his mouth like her body was longing to. Then his teeth scraped lightly over her clit, making her clench around nothing but air. His tongue swirled around it as he brought a hand down, stroking her folds teasingly with a finger before slipping one just inside her. Not nearly enough.

“Please, Rowan,” she begged, closing her eyes. “Please,” she groaned, and he groaned too before shoving his hand all the way inside her entrance, fingering her roughly. She made noises with every single thrust, panting as he added another finger, curling them just right to hit that sensitive patch that made her eyes roll back in her head.

He continued without hesitation, and pretty soon she was falling off of that cliff, her climax overtaking her. She shuddered and clenched around his fingers, overwhelmed by the sensations.

She clutched the sheets of the bed, wringing them with her fingers as she came down, panting as he pulled out his fingers, crawling up her body to swallow her breaths. Aelin wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close to her as he devoured her mouth.

She pushed at his shoulders to roll them over, and began to slide down his body before he could complain, yanking at his jeans and boxers to free his length from its confinement.

She sighed before leaning down and licking up the underside of his cock, relishing in the way it twitched before taking him in her mouth, as deep as she could without gagging.

Rowan groaned and kicked off the rest of his pants, but instead of letting her continue her swirling motions around him, he tugged on her hair, yanking her off of him and back up to straddle him. His cock was pressing against her still sensitive core, but she frowned at him, petulant at not being allowed to return the favor.

Her boyfriend just smirked, laying all the way back against the pillow, hands resting lazily on her thighs.

“I’m supposed to be making you feel beautiful,” he teased, “that can be saved for later.”

Aelin rolled her eyes, but didn’t complain as he nudged her forward, tugging at her hips with his hands until she was perched over his face, her own face heating. It wasn’t like she didn’t like this position, because she absolutely did, but something about how exposed she felt made a blush spread across her cheeks and all down her chest.

And Rowan knew that too, because he held her hips and ass tight to make sure she couldn’t shy away like he knew she’d try to.

“Grab the headboard,” he ordered, murmuring against her core, and she shivered as she complied, clutching it tightly as she sank down onto him, jerking away from his tongue as it stroked against her sensitive flesh.

“Rowan I don’t think I can do -“ she started saying, every motion feeling like it was lighting her on fire, every nerve on high alert, almost too much stimulation.

But he interrupted her, praising her with “you can, baby, you’re always so good for me.” His breath ghosted across her folds, and he didn’t give her another moment to think before he was pulling her down more, devouring her once again.

Aelin’s eyes rolled back into her head as he worked, every brush against her clit making her moan. Using her hold on the headboard, she began to swish her hips, rocking forward and backward in time with the push of his hands against her ass and the lick of his tongue across her folds, every sensation setting off fireworks inside her.

He massaged her ass as he leaned up and nipped at her clit, setting off her building climax yet again. She shook as she came down, heat rushing through her, until she collapsed against him, sliding back down and panting against his chest, tears pricking at her eyes from the pleasure. Rowan tucked a piece of her ratty hair behind her ear, the gesture disarmingly sweet after what they’d just done.

But she could still feel him hard against her, and she smirked as she slid a hand down to pump his cock, alternating between sharp pulls and delicate touches, the pattern making him groan. So much so that he pulled her hand away, taking her body and flipping them so he was once again on top.

Aelin raised her brows, a small teasing smile gracing her lips. “You know, I shouldn’t have taken a picture for you if you aren’t even going to let me do anything.”

Rowan chuckled and nipped at her neck before pulling back and stretching her legs out wide.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t like me in control,” he said with a smirk, and her core clenched at his tone, which he noted. So much for that. Aelin tried to scoff, but the defense was of no use. Not as his cock nudged against her, making a heated sigh slip out of her.

She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck and tugging her down to kiss her as he slipped inside of her, letting her adjust as he slowly slid all the way in. Rowan obliged, pressing kisses all over face until she nodded, and then he pulled almost all the way back out before slamming back in, making her back arch and her mouth open in a loud moan.

“Gods,” she barely managed to say as he thrusted again, hands clutching his hair as her legs came up to wrap around his waist, keeping him as close as possible.

One of his hands stayed on her thigh, pushing it up to her shoulder to stretch her out even more, and the other hand crept up her stomach, squeezing at her breasts before landing lightly on her throat, his thumb brushing over the hollow of it. A breathy sigh escaped her and she nodded eagerly, giving him confirmation to tighten his hold. Rowan groaned as he thrusted, matching the motion with the tightening of his grip on her neck, the pressure from both sources making heat build up inside her.

His speed increased until her breasts were bouncing with every sharp thrust, the sound of skin slapping together making her climb that cliff once again, her cut off pants matching the sharp noises escaping him as he squeezed his hand again, making her clench around him.

Her leg lost its strength, sliding down to hook around his knee as he let go of the other one, using that hand to travel down and rub at her clit, the sensation adding more fire to her core.

She was so close. So so close. And so was he.

Aelin furrowed her brows as Rowan leaned away, removing his hand from her throat to reach for something she couldn’t see. But she ignored it as she felt her incoming climax peak, about to fall into the grip of pure pleasure, until he returned to her view, the object in his hand sending her straight off the edge, shaking and shuddering and moaning and clenching around him as he spilled into her, the feeling so perfect she felt she could stay there forever, especially as the click of the Polaroid reached her ears, the sound of it developing the only thing filling the room besides them catching their breaths.

Rowan collapsed onto her chest, basically nuzzling her breasts as they both came down, relishing in the other’s presence. When the picture was done, he grabbed it out of the camera without pulling out of her, lifting it out of her view.

Whatever it was had him letting out a deep curse, and she felt him hardening inside of her again already.

“What is it?” Aelin asked, frowning at him until he moved the picture so she could see it, his finger lightly trailing over her curves as she took in the image. It was of her, her face specifically, mid climax, her hair spread out over the pillow with her eyes clenched shut and brows furrowed, her mouth open in an obvious moan.

She let out a small laugh, glancing up at him warmly.

“I bet you love that one,” she teased, making him snort.

“You’d be betting right then.” He pulled the picture back, tucking it to the side with the Polaroid before leaning in again, nipping at her earlobe. “I’ll keep that one in my wallet instead.”

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intermundia · 2 years

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Hey guys!! As of 1/31/22, I have 520k words of obikin on ao3. That’s a lot! I put this together for those who are interested. Hopefully it won’t be too long a scroll for those who aren’t! 😂😅💙

Novel-length stories:

Lex Talionis: COMPLETE Plotty, smutty, Sith AU. It’s my take on how Obi-Wan and Anakin could fall to the dark side, weaving in as much lore as I can. Force dyad, Sith’ari, Zygerria, etc. Obi-Wan and Anakin go through.. character development.. and it is dramatized in the changing way they have sex. I poured in all of my theories about metaphysics and the Force, all my knowledge about Augustus and how a Republic dies, all of my opinions about consent and agency. It has rough sex in it and some uncomfortable power dynamics that get resolved, so it is not for everyone, just a heads up. It is complete, and yes, there is a happy ending lol.

War Drums: IN PROGRESS Darth Vader dies at the end of Return of the Jedi full of regret and wakes up in his 10-yr-old body after the events of the Phantom Menace. Young Obi-Wan struggles to acclimate to the death of Qui-Gon and the discovery that the boy he swore to train grew up into a Sith. Vader tries to use his knowledge to fix the galaxy and Obi-Wan uses his training to make sure they do it the right way. It's about 60k long now, not smutty yet as Anakin is still in a child's body, but that will change soon.

Core Oneshots: (my argument for the ship, basically)

Symposium: The story that started it all for me haha. I put Plato's Symposium in a word document and transformed it into a scene where Obi-Wan is forced to reconsider his relationship with Anakin, while dosed with an aphrodisiac, which leads to lines being crossed back in their hotel room. It suggests the erastēs/erōmenos dynamic that appears in much of my work.

Unwrap, Wrap: Obi-Wan needs emotional hurt/comfort. This story has him fall apart, and Anakin help put him back together, after a traumatic battle late in the clone wars. Dramatizes the way that the war has muddied their roles and how much their lives are entangled. Obi-Wan gets a handjob in the shower, also, if that is relevant.

Longer Modern AUs: (8k+ words, developed AUs that attempt to model the canon dynamic in everyday life)

My Anankē: Classics AU is built on the premise that Obi-Wan would never break the rules re: teacher/student fraternization. He would rather endure years of mutual pining than act inappropriately. Once Anakin’s graduated though, that’s a different story. These are oneshots telling the story of their relationship. It is not told in chronological order, so each one basically opens up another window into their lives.

Soulbound: Obi-Wan is a bossy lawyer who plays World of Warcraft. Anakin is an insecure veteran who is in Obi-Wan’s guild and drives him insane. They meet randomly in a bar, and Obi-Wan realizes that Anakin acts the way he does because he likes to be bossed around—so he bosses him around.

Zone of Truth: Obi-Wan basically helped raise Anakin through being his Big Brother mentor through a local gaming shop, eventually teaching him to drive and getting him an internship etc. Anakin graduates college and Obi-Wan turns into a ghost, for very good reasons, it turns out. Anakin’s betrayed him, and he’s betrayed himself. The revelation argument is explosive.

Longer Canon AUs: (8k+ words, AUs that take place in the galaxy far, far away)

Nostos: Technically a sequel to Symposium. It explores would happen if you took the dynamic established in Symposium and then put the characters in the canon end of Attack of the Clones. How would their behavior be impacted? How would the Jedi react to their decisions?

Found, Fixed: Post-Zygerria Obi-Wan hurt/comfort. It’s similar to Unwrap, Wrap, except it’s told from Anakin’s POV and is much more explicit. It’s one of my rare bottom!Obi-Wan fic, he gets taken care of, from a beard trim to.. you know :)

Warm Blood: A/B/O fic that people seem to enjoy. Features omega Anakin having a suppressant failure on the battlefield and going into heat. Alpha Obi-Wan has to fight his way to him, and then tries to resist his instincts—until Anakin confesses his true feelings.

Run Away With Me: Sequel to Warm Blood, tells the story of what happened after the mating, how they left the Jedi and what they’ve been doing. Anakin is preparing to go into heat, and Obi-Wan is helping him nest. Set during Revenge of the Sith, though they don’t know what’s happening in their isolation.

Temporary Like Achilles: A/B/O fic. Alpha Obi-Wan is drugged by Dathomirian Nightsisters into a feral state, omega Anakin finds and rescues him. It's a fuck or die with feelings and ultimately a happy ending.

Shorter Smutty AUs:

Ready Stance: Anakin is bored during a hyperspace journey during the clone wars, so he asks Obi-Wan to spar. Obi-Wan watches him warm up, they spar, and things escalate. This fic explores more core facets of their relationship, like the legacy teaching dynamic.

Snap, Crackle, Pop: Padawan Anakin gets braid tugging and spanking after behaving very badly during the Battle of Muunilinst early in the Clone Wars.

Tilted: Anakin wakes up after Mortis in a female body and hides, struggling to come to terms with the change. Obi-Wan comes to check on him and reassure him, smut ensues.

Obi-Wan’s Stress Relief: Sith-like/Dom!Obi-Wan is rough on eager!Anakin in their Temple apartment, plays on Master/Padawan dynamic.

Murder Puppy: Playful!Obi-Wan seduces raisedSith!Anakin during a duel, bringing him back to the light during sex. People seem to really like this one, it is one of the things I get the most asks about. I have plans for a short story to expand, it’s on the WIP list I promise.

Obi-Wan's Unwelcome Guest: An AU where Obi-Wan couldn't strike Anakin down on Mustafar. Suitless!Vader comes to find him on Tatooine, and wants to be punished for mistakes, there is spanking involved.

Rosetta Stone: Based on the Mummy, an AU where Obi-Wan is a librarian and Anakin is a former soldier, and they defeated a mummy together. Obi-Wan is oblivious and repressed, so Anakin has to be very forward.

Safe as Houses: Based on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Anakin is the slayer and Obi-Wan is his Giles-like librarian watcher. Anakin seeks Obi-Wan out in crisis and Obi-Wan takes care of him.

The Outlander: Obi-Wan fell to the dark on Naboo AU, so Qui-Gon is Anakin’s Master instead. Anakin sneaks out of the Temple to a club to meet possessive Obi-Wan, there is smut against a wall outside, and Anakin falls to the dark side.

What Happened on Tanaab: Daddy kink fic. Features a bratty Anakin, sex pheromones, spanking and just general daddy!filth.

A New Hope: Anakin never left Tatooine AU. He becomes a Han Solo-type pilot who helps a rebel!Obi-Wan escape the Empire. He’s a touch starved, praise starved, virgin who’s insecure about his missing hand. Obi-Wan takes good care of him.

Communication, What Communication: Organized Crime AU with collegeStudent!Anakin and accidentalSugarDaddy!Obi-Wan, gratitude kink haha. This fic has been picked up and turned into the phenomenal multichapter story Recoil and Ricochet by @wernnaa.

Potidaea, 432BC: Alcibiades!Anakin and his tutor Socrates!Obi-Wan fight together in the phalanx. Armor kink and period-accurate intercrural sex ensue lol.

Minikin and Tiny-Wan: Fluff and crack based on the premise that there are tiny figurines of the Jedi that are alive (kind of like the little dragons in the goblet of fire). Obi-Wan and Anakin each get one, and their Tinys enjoy each other’s company, leading to an awkward but useful conversation.

#BinGate: Great British Bake Off AU, Anakin is a contestant who lost his temper and destroyed his bake, Obi-Wan is a judge who enjoys scolding Anakin.

Let Me, Master: Padawan Obi-Wan, shy demisexual Master Anakin, Obi-Wan throws caution to the wind and finally seduces his clueless Master, smut ensues with bottom Obi-Wan.

Anakin, Duke of Vader, Prince of Coruscant: Anakin is a bratty, troubled prince and Obi-Wan is his unimpressed knight bodyguard. Anakin cries, showing true vulnerability, and Obi-Wan realizes he has a kink for that lmao

Smutty +F fic AUs: (short fics that includes Padmé or Ventress)

Très Lecherous: Padmé and Obi-Wan agree to share subby!Anakin, this fic is all three together, and includes DP if that is your jam.

Post-Revenge: Set after the episode of TCW where Ventress rescues Obi-Wan from Maul and Savage. This is only Ventress/Obi-Wan, but Anakin is extremely present in the fact that Ventress uses Obi-Wan's secret feelings for Anakin to incite him into hate sex.

Plus Anakin Makes 3: Sort of a sequel to the Post-Revenge fic, Anakin discovers Obi-Wan and Ventress having a tryst, decides to participate rather than freak out, so more DP haha.

Collaborations: (stories I co-authored with friends, both happen to be set in the canon universe)

Apartment Story: Post-Deception arc reconciliation fic, where Obi-Wan is drunk and Anakin is angry. Feelings are revealed, and comfort, understanding and smut ensues. Written with my friend Crys as a RP and adapted into a story.

Satellite Mind: What would happen if Obi-Wan could hear Anakin’s thoughts? Spoiler: it does not go well. Set during the last few days of the clone wars, and tracks how their relationship combusted over Anakin’s secrets. Written with @theseptemberist.

#obikin #anakin x obi wan #long post #thank you guys for reading i hope this is in any way helpful #sorry this took a really long time to put together lmao #forgive me hahaha #wanted it to be its own post

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