#obikin step brothers

[teaandjumpers]

Obikin Clueless AU (WIP Wednesday)

“Blast,” said Obi-Wan as he stared down at the three ties laid out on his bed. 

Apart from some minor differences in color and texture, they all looked interchangeable to him. It was not something he should be fixating on, not with the signing a mere two hours away. 

A sharp knock pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned towards the sound to find Anakin leaning against the door frame. He was dressed for the occasion in flared high-waisted trousers, a semi-sheer ivory lace button down, and black loafers with no socks.

He looked more like a model from a high-end fashion magazine than the teenager who used to fly drones outside their home, repeatedly crashing them into Obi-Wan’s car, much to the younger man’s amusement.  

“What are you doing here?” asked Obi-Wan, surprised to see his step-brother back home from school, especially on this day. 

It wasn’t that Anakin didn’t support Obi-Wan’s appointment as managing partner of Qui-Gonn’s firm. In fact, he pushed for it more than anyone, grateful that the mantle wouldn’t pass to him, not having the patience for law and the often slow and tactful art of persuasion. 

The young man had found his passion in engineering, and with an Ivy League degree and a trust fund that had made Obi-Wan choke on a swig of Scotch upon hearing the size of it, Anakin could fund any project he wanted. Or he could do absolutely nothing for the rest of his life and fund other people’s projects, living in the type of splendor that was usually only seen in swanky Hollywood movies. 

But Anakin didn’t like to be idle. It was one of the things Obi-Wan admired about the boy—no, man. At twenty-five, Anakin was very much a man now, and he looked it, too, the way his chest had filled out, the way those long thighs broadened, the way his eyes smoldered, always looking like he was about to take the runway, strike a pose and glare. 

Obi-Wan used to tease him about it, saying things like, “I heard they’re hiring live models for the Versace window display, darling. You should look into it.” 

It would, of course, make Anakin glower even more, prompting the younger man to chase Obi-Wan around the many rooms of their mansion, ready to smother him with a pillow. 

Those were simpler times—before the moment. Before that night in the living room when Obi-Wan was sorting through depositions and Anakin, being the brat that he was, had plopped onto the couch, turned on wrestling, and started chewing on Pringles—loudly. 

“Do you mind,” Obi-Wan had asked, grabbing the remote out from under Anakin and turning off the television. 

“Actually, I do,” said Anakin, attempting to snatch the remote back but failing. “You can work anywhere, Obi-Wan,” he whined. 

“I’m certain you have two televisions in your room, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, holding the remote out of reach behind him. “And one in your bathroom.”

“Yeah, but this is the only room with a TV and a fireplace,” said Anakin, rising to his knees on the couch, attempting to use his height to snatch the remote. 

With one hand pressed firmly against the younger man’s chest, Obi-Wan managed to keep Anakin at bay. 

“You’re such a spoiled brat,” he said, looking up at Anakin with disbelief.  

“Well, you took the only other room with a fireplace, and you don’t believe in having televisions in the bedroom,” Anakin said, mimicking Obi-Wan’s accent.

Distracted by Anakin’s ridiculous attempt at mocking him, Obi-Wan was caught off guard when Anakin lunged at him and pulled the remote from his hand. 

“Ha,” the younger man said triumphantly, turning the television back on. 

On any other day, Obi-Wan would have left it. Would have left the room, let Anakin win, because Anakin almost never gave up on something once he set his sights on it, whether it was a person or getting his way on movie night. 

But that night, Obi-Wan was frustrated—they were falling behind on work, and Anakin, newly graduated from high school, had too much energy. He’d been bouncing through the house all day, and when Obi-Wan finally settled down in a space that Anakin had already torn through, he thought he was safe. 

Not so. And so Anakin, who had already turned his wrestling show back back on, who was reaching for the cylinder of Pringles that had rolled under the couch, didn’t expect Obi-Wan to grab him from behind, didn’t expect his step-brother to hook his arms beneath his armpits, locking the younger man’s arms up in a tight hold. 

Anakin grunted and tried to shake his way out of Obi-Wan’s hold, but it was no use. 

“You forget, I was captain of the wrestling team in college,” said Obi-Wan, huffing the words against the tousled mess that was Anakin’s hair. 

“Community college,” snorted Anakin, and that earned him a sharp tug of the arms, one that brought his body closer to Obi-Wan’s, making it so that Anakin was sitting on Obi-Wan’s lap, squirming in the older man’s lap, and then panting as his movements stilled, as he slid farther into Obi-Wan’s space until his back was pressed up against the other man. 

Neither of them spoke. Neither of them moved, save for the slow heaving of their chests and the soft shuddering breaths coming from Anakin. The fire crackled in the background and cheers sounded from the television, but Anakin stayed perched atop Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan held him there, the young man’s arms still suspended above his head. 

“They call this the Master Lock,” said Obi-Wan softly, relishing the clenching of Anakin’s jaw and the haughty but quiet “I know” that fell from his lips.

At least a full minute passed before Obi-Wan released his hold. Once free, he assumed Anakin would wrench his body away from him, ready to take up the fight again, but Anakin didn’t move. Or at least he didn’t move away. He turned his head, presenting his profile to Obi-Wan. His eyes were downcast, and it made the heavy line of his lashes even more pronounced. Anakin swallowed, and Obi-Wan tracked the slow path of the movement down Anakin’s throat. 

And then Anakin shifted. It was minute, nearly imperceptible, but Obi-Wan most certainly felt it, sitting so still beneath his legal but still very young step-brother. It was a slow rock of Anakin’s hips, not even a rock, but a slight pivot, the weight of Anakin’s hips pressing down then sliding back.

At first, Obi-Wan thought that maybe Anakin was trying to get up, get some momentum before sliding off of him, but then it happened again, the press of Anakin’s cheeks against his thighs and then he was shifting back, sliding closer and closer to his groin. When it happened one more time, the slow grind paired now with a low moan that slipped from Anakin’s pink, parted lips, Obi-Wan shot up from his seat and upended Anakin, too afraid to look back as he fled to his room. 

Obi-Wan had been careful to give Anakin a wide berth since then, not wanting to examine the very un-familial emotions that had coursed through him when he had Anakin on his lap. 

It wasn’t like they were actually brothers. Not by blood at least. But it was still frowned upon, and the other partners at the firm would undoubtedly reconsider appointing Obi-Wan their new managing partner if they knew there was anything untoward going on between him and his step-brother, the current managing partner’s son. 

“I thought you were still in Seville—living it up with Padme,” said Obi-Wan, softening his tone. He felt he might have been a bit too harsh to the younger man when he asked him what he was doing here. 

“I was,” said Anakin, approaching Obi-Wan’s bed and examining the ties alongside the other man. “But I couldn’t miss your big day,” he said, poking Obi-Wan with an elbow.

Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin’s profile. He was tanned, even more so than usual, and, dear god, he looked beautiful. His lashes were dark and his lips extra pouty, as if he had applied some kind of plumper to it. He really should have been a model, he thought, shaking the words away as quickly as they came.

“Perhaps you can help me pick out a tie for the event?” he asked. “Satine sent them, but they look identical to me.”

“Still letting your ex dress you, Obi-Wan?” Anakin teased as he leaned forward to examine the ties more closely. He turned his nose up at each option, then looked up at Obi-Wan, assessing his wardrobe. 

He eyed the dark blue pleated trousers and the fitted white dress shirt, the one Obi-Wan worried he was now sweating through. Anakin stepped closer, a mere foot separating them now. He brought a hand to Obi-Wan’s throat and undid one of the buttons of his collar. He pulled back to consider his work and unbuttoned one more. 

“No tie,” said Anakin with finality. 

“Did I miss that year where you minored in public relations?”

“Satine knows the press, but I know clothes,” said Anakin, unnecessarily readjusting Obi-Wan’s collar. “The partners chose you because they want someone practical to take over—someone pragmatic who’s not fussy. A tie is fussy.”

“And here I thought they chose me because I’ve only had three losses in my fifteen years of practice.”

“We’re all very impressed,” said Anakin, sarcastic. He smoothed out the nonexistent lines at the front of Obi-Wan’s shirt. Also unnecessary, thought Obi-Wan. 

When Anakin seemed satisfied with his efforts, he pulled away, turning towards the door. But he paused for a moment and turned back, biting his bottom lip before approaching Obi-Wan.

“I’m really proud of you, Obi-Wan,” he said, uncharacteristically sincere. 

It made Obi-Wan blink back at him in surprise, but what surprised him even more was when Anakin leaned in close and, after hesitating for a moment, gripped the thickest part of Obi-Wan’s arm and pressed a soft kiss on Obi-Wan’s cheek. 

When Anakin pulled away, his own cheeks were pink, and he glanced at Obi-Wan shyly. 

“You’re gonna be great,” Anakin said, and then he left Obi-Wan on his own, hours away from achieving one of his life-long goals.

Only now, all he would be able to think about was Anakin—Anakin and his impossibly long legs, Anakin and that obscene sheer shirt and the golden warm expanse of skin beneath it, Anakin and those eyes, those eyes that still grew dark when they skirted over Obi-Wan’s shoulders. Anakin and his soft, petal pink lips that were just moments ago pressed against the line where his beard met his cheek. 

Fuck. He was definitely sweating through his shirt now.

- - - -

(Anakin’s outfit)

[dreaminghour]

Unbrotherlike (1003 words) by dreaminghour

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

Series: Part 2 of Obikin Step-Brothers AU

No Archive Warnings Apply, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Texting, Pseudo-Incest, Step-Sibling Incest, First Time, Morning After, Podfic Welcome, Pining, Angst, Smut, Chatting & Messaging

After they get drunk, Anakin and Obi-Wan have some regrets…

Thank you for reading ♡

fic log → @dreaminghour-archive

[gaily-daily-musings]

Below is a sequel snippet to my obikin step brothers fic here (x). Keep in mind it's just a draft and not fully fleshed out!

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Quinlan is back in town. It's been a while. Obi-Wan is happy to see his friend of course but he's not happy that it's coming on the tail end of his divorce. Quinlan has been very vocal about wanting them separate for quite a few years now. It's not a coincidence he's visiting now that Obi-Wan is “single” again.

Quin insists they go out for drinks. Obi-Wan can't think up a good enough excuse to avoid it. Also he genuinely does want to see Quinlan despite knowing what was coming.

They meet up and only get to talk and catch up for about 10 minutes before a woman comes up to their table. Quinlan grins. He introduces her to Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan is not amused.

Apparently Sarah had not known Obi-Wan was unaware she was coming. But he can't blame her for assuming the other half of her blind date would know about her. He kicks Quinlan under the table. It may be uncouth and a little juvenile but he can't seem to care at the moment. Anakin was rubbing off on him.

After some light, awkward banter Sarah leaves to go to the bathroom. He immediately rounds upon his so called best friend.

“I told you I was uninterested!” Obi-Wan hisses the second she's out of ear shot.

“Look I know you, Kenobi! You'd rather stew in your own misery than get up off your ass! Satine wasn't good for you and you refused to see it! I know exactly what you like! Sarah is the full package!”

Before he can respond he sees movement at the other end of the bar. It's Anakin. He's coming towards them with a reluctant Rex in tow behind him. Obi-Wan braces himself. He knew he shouldn't have told Anakin where he was going but the man would have thrown an absolute fit if he'd just disappeared on him. Besides, Anakin already knew Quinlan was in town and there was only one bar Obi-Wan liked to frequent.

“Oh hey! Fancy meeting you guys here!” Anakin says in a strained voice looking zero percent surprised to see them.

Rex looks at the floor in distraught.

“How's the date going?”

Obi-Wan frowns. How did he–? He looks at Quinlan who sighs loudly.

“That's what I get for asking your kid brother for blind date suggestions.”

Good lord.

Sarah comes back and Anakin introduces himself. He shakes her hand long and hard, squeezing tightly.

He forces Obi-Wan to scoot over and sits beside him with Rex on the end. Sarah sits beside Quinlan looking confused.

Anakin orders some drinks and starts getting drunk. Absolutely wasted. He slides closer to Obi-Wan who is trapped between Anakin and the wall. They still aren't out publicly. Just Anakin's friends knew about them.

At some point Anakin gets up to do some karaoke. Obi-Wan taps in the tabletop with nervous fingers.

Quinlan leans across the table. ���Okay seriously, Rex get Anakin out of here! He's killing the vibe!”

“I can take him home!” Obi-Wan offers.

Quinlan frowns. “No! He found his way here and he can find his way back!”

Sarah looks uncomfortable. On stage Anakin is singing a love song loudly and quiet badly. He’s looking straight at Obi-Wan.

Sarah, to the surprise of no one, announces she has to get home and stands up to leave. Quinlan glares at Anakin. So much for being a good wingman.

Anakin comes to sit back down. He's found another drink and is chugging it.

“Alright I think that's enough.” Obi-Wan takes the glass and sets it down. “We should probably just head back–”

“You're leaving?!” Anakin looks horrified, suddenly on the verge of tears. “Please don't take her home! She won't fit in our bed!”

“She's already gone, Anakin! I'm not taking anyone home except you!”

Obi-Wan stands and cradles the now crying Anakin.

“I'll see you later Quin.”

Quinlan watches them go. He looks back at Rex.

“Okay don't take this the wrong way, but I think Anakin wants to fuck Obi-Wan.”

Rex takes a shot.

-

(Padme, 3 years ago)

“Where's Jessica?”

Anakin shrugs. “Dunno.”

“I thought you were bringing her?”

“We broke up,” he says unbothered.

“When?”

“Like…” he checks his phone. “20 minutes ago.”

Padme sighs. Typical Anakin behavior.

“Please don't tell me you did it over text again.”

Anakin blinks. He says nothing.

“You would think living with Obi-Wan would teach you some manners.” She shakes her head.

“Hey, I have manners!” Anakin collapses onto her dorm couch. He grabs an open bag of chips and starts eating them, getting crumbs everywhere. She rolls her eyes.

“I don't know how he puts up with you. If you kept bringing girls into my home every other week I'd have already kicked you out.”

“Jealous?” He wiggles his eyebrows. Unfortunately he still looks very handsome despite it all. Curse his beautiful face.

Padme doesn't deign that with a reply. It was too stupid.

“Anyway, I dont bring them over all the time,” Anakin says. “Only sometimes. Plus I have to put up with Satine so fair is fair.”

“Putting up with someone's wife and a parade of women are two very different things.”

“How so?”

Padme throws up her hands. “You're impossible!”

“You love me!”

(Present day)

As Anakin's oldest friend Padme knows his longest relationship lasted 4 months. It's been 11 now. Almost a year. Obi-Wan and Anakin argue as much as they always have. But now there's an underlying sexual tension that unnerves everyone who is caught in the vicinity.

Still, Anakin seems unbearably happy in a way she's never witnessed. He never truly took interest in any of his partners' hobbies or personalities. He talks about Obi-Wan even when he isn't there. Even though she doesn't get it, and perhaps never will, she's glad that he's happy at least.

It's crazy to think their friendship managed to survive. But Anakin was always good at groveling and it's not like Padme had been unaware of his reputation. She blamed him for what happened as much as herself.

All she wants now is for the chance to find someone as obsessed with her as those two clearly are for each other.

-

Bail runs into Obi-Wan at Whole Foods in the produce section. He greets him warmly. The other man was wearing a tight, maroon shirt which isn't necessarily odd but Bail was used to seeing him in button downs and sweaters.

The Organa’s are not gossipers but given that the wedding venue had been their house, it was hard to not want to pry into what had happened. To this day his wife doesn't seem convinced by the “just wanting to be friends” excuse. They all knew of Anakin's reputation. Plus, whenever they saw Padme in church after those first few weeks she would refuse to speak or look in Obi-Wan's direction. It didn't make any sense. Bail refused to ask though so they left it at that.

As they chat, Anakin comes up and throws cheetos and captain crunch cereal into the cart. He has a white shirt tied around his waist and a sucker in his mouth. Obi-Wan frowns and looks into the cart.

“Those are terrible for you.”

“I like snacks.” Anakin says around the lollipop.

“Then snack on some grapes or saltines!”

“Just because everything goes to your hips doesn't mean it goes to mine!”

Obi-Wan looks pointedly down at his waist. “I don't know you've been getting a little thicker lately.”

Anakin gapes. His brows turn down in indignation. There's an energy between them that Bail has only felt once before on the single game night he'd attended with the two before it got canceled indefinitely. It's an uncomfortable sort of tension that has him stepping back.

“I’ll uh…see you around Obi-Wan…” He hurries away, wondering what the hell that was about.

20 minutes later in the checkout aisle he spots Obi-Wan and Anakin in the lane across from him. They're still arguing. But Anakin is smirking and keeps looking at Obi-Wan's chin. Wait no. Not his chin his mouth. He's looking at his mouth. Obi-Wan angrily swipes the sucker out between Anakin's lips and chomps down on it.

“Sir?”

Bail startles, realizing it was his turn. He looks away from the duo and checks out. He's beginning to suspect why the wedding was called off.

-

Karate class

Yoda has been instructing the local community for 46 years now. Obi-Wan Kenobi is a top student. When he introduced his step brother 2 years ago it was quite the challenge. But Yoda delighted in challenges. The rowdy young Skywalker had truly blossomed. They were both top students in his class now. When they worked together they were nearly undefeated. He's quite proud.

But something has changed in the last few months. A closeness that defied the bond they previously had. It had evolved into something he didn't quite recognize at first. But after months of quiet observation it's finally become clear what has happened.

Truthfully it was none of his business what his students did when they went home. But he was definitely going to gossip to Mace about it after class today.

(He will be surprised to learn Father Mace knew since day one. Obi-Wan often came to confessional to confess his traitorous feelings for someone other than his wife. He did not ever speak the mysterious man's name but it was rather obvious from Mace's point of view. A young man with “sinful lips” a “sultry smile” and “messy bed hair that always looked ravaged” because of all the relations he was having with various women.

Father Mace has been living in hell for years and had Doubts™ when Anakin asked him to officiate his wedding with Padme. Obikin getting together has saved him from the daily confessions but at what cost????)

[virahaus]

How about a "my big fat greek wedding" obikin au or how I'm gonna call it the "my big fat tatooine wedding" au

Anakin has a big extended family and when he starts his relationship with the much older than him Obiwan he just knows how much grief his family is gonna give him.

Just the thought of calm, reserved Obi-Wan, an only child with only Qui-Gon as his father and few close friends, who likes to spend his evenings reading, getting thrown in the chaos of Anakin's big and loud extended family once they get serious. After the engagement Obiwan goes over to Anakin's house to officially meet everyone and gets smothered in noise and people lmao

Anakin's family includes Shimi and Cliegg, his step father, and step brother Owen, with his wife Beru and infant child, his adopted sister Ahsoka and her boyfriend rex who tends to bring his numerous cousins over, their dog treepio and the cat artoo, plus Anakin's childhood friend kitster and Padmé with her fiance Sabe, his college friend Aayla who tend to just drop by their house at any given opportunity. His great aunt Jocasta who comes and goes just to scold them all about their education and his great grandfather Yoda who nobody knows exactly how old he is.

They have so many family traditions, one more bizzarre than the other, and Obi-Wan just tries to go with the flow and perhaps escape the shovel talk from everyone in the family.

Also Anakin needing to be comforted by Obi-Wan because of the insecurity of being too much, and Obi-Wan saying that he'd rather be with him than be in his silent and calm apartment 🥺🥺

[bunnywan]

step brother! obikin brain rot

the age gap must remain tho. obi-wan as the aloof never around older step brother … anakin with his ever present mix of hero worship and resentment. maybe anakin gets into college around wherever obi-wan fucked off to, and until he gets his living situation figured out obi-wan lets him stay with him.

and then they touch tongues <3

[tennessoui]

Professor-can-fuck-me wedding ficlet? (◉‿◉)

so i realized after receiving this ask that i don't think i've ever actually written a obikin wedding ficlet for any of my aus or fics and i don't want my first wedding ficlet to be this au unfortunately, so no can do but here's 1.6k of wedding adjacent fic (bachelor party)

(1.6k)

“Hi Professor,” Rex greets the moment Obi-Wan opens the door.

And really, he appreciates the boy’s desire to show respect—even though he never even took Obi-Wan’s class—but this is hardly the time or place for such decorum.

“Rex,” Obi-Wan acknowledges, rubbing at his eye with the palm of his hand before blinking at him and then down to his watch. “Good god, man. It’s three in the morning, what are you doing here?”

Then another thought occurs to him. 

“Wait,” he says, “where’s Anakin?”

Rex throws a thumb over his shoulder. “My brothers are getting him out of the car right now. I decided to come up here and tell you first, to prepare you and such.”

Obi-Wan’s stomach drops; his heart rate speeds up. “Prepare me for what? What’s wrong with him?”

Are his palms sweaty? Is his voice high? His grip on the door tightens. Logically, he knows that Anakin’s friend would not bring Anakin home so casually if he were hurt. Logically, he understands that if Anakin were to be injured, Obi-Wan would receive a call from the hospital upon his check-in, or the police if he had died, or Rex in the teary moments after. His friends would not just—knock on Obi-Wan’s door at three in the morning and then dump Anakin’s corpse on his doorstep.

Logically Obi-Wan knows all of that. But he has never been a very logical man when it comes to Anakin Skywalker. If he were, they’d probably not be where they are right now anyway—living together after five months together, engaged after six, married around eight.

Hell, they wouldn’t be in a relationship at all most probably, given the fact that when they met, Anakin was Obi-Wan’s student. And when Anakin kissed him for the first time, Anakin was—well. He was still his student. And when Obi-Wan kissed him for the first time, Anakin was…perhaps ten seconds free from being his student.

So he’s never been logical about Anakin, not really. And while a part of him knows and understands that if something had seriously gone wrong on Anakin’s bachelor night, scant days before their wedding, the man would have enough tact to find a better way to break the news than whatever this is.

But he’s old and overly emotional and high-strung when it comes to his wayward fiancé. And so his pulse is hammering and his palms are sweaty. And he is waiting with baited breath for Rex Amidala to tell him what has happened to him.

Because—because if something has happened, then Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan does not know what he would do. Who he would become. How he would continue to—to continue, after, in a world after.

“He’s, well. He’s very—uh,” Rex rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “He’s—”

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin cries, much too loudly for the quiet stillness of their apartment’s hallway. “Obi-Wan, hi, baby!” 

Obi-Wan’s head snaps to look at his wayward fiancé, who is currently half dragging and half being dragged by a very reluctant looking Cody Fett and an entirely too entertained Jesse Fett. 

“Drunk,” Rex finishes. “He’s really, really drunk, Professor.”

“Ah,” Obi-Wan says, stepping over the threshold of his door to catch Anakin the moment the other man decides to rip himself away from his handlers and fall into Obi-Wan’s arms. “Perhaps lead with that next time, Mr. Amidala.” 

Anakin rubs his face over the front of Obi-Wan’s sleepshirt. “So soft,” he mumbles, repeating the action. When his lips find the skin of Obi-Wan’s neck, he makes a quiet sound of happiness and presses a kiss there. Then he bites.

“Okay,” Obi-Wan decides. “I’ll take it from here, you three. Thank you for getting him home in one piece.”

“If he throws up, you have to tell us,” Jesse says, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall opposite the door.

“Oh?” Obi-Wan’s eyebrow arches up as he tries to imply with one syllable and a single movement that he is a forty-two year old man who does not have to tell these college-faced twats anything unless he wants to.

“Ani’s been giving me shit about throwing up over his shoes during my bachelor’s party since it happened,” Rex says. “Fair’s fair.”

“But I haven’t yet!” Anakin slurs, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck as he nuzzles farther into him. “And you put me in the car and then gave me shots and made it go really fast in circles and I haven’t yet!”

Obi-Wan gives Rex an incredulous look over Anakin’s head. The other man has the shame at least to look slightly sheepish.

“Good night, all,” Obi-Wan says, stepping as smoothly as he can back into his apartment. “We’ll see you at the wedding.”

If his fiancé survives the rest of the night and, presumably, the hangover to follow.

When the door closes, Anakin sags even more into Obi-Wan’s arms. “I missed you so much,” Anakin mumbles. His lips stay against the skin of his neck, and the feeling would be quite distracting if Obi-Wan wasn’t so reluctantly amused at the moment.

“You are very drunk,” he tells him, detaching himself enough to more easily walk and pull Anakin from the doorway through their apartment. “Bedtime for bachelors.”

“I missed you so much, so I thought maybe I could drink extra fast and then they’d let me come home early,” Anakin explains, eyes only partially held open.

“And how did that work out?” Obi-Wan asks, depositing Anakin onto their bed and kneeling on the floor to untie his boots.

“Mm,” Anakin says, flopping onto his back. He giggles for some reason unknown to those sober in the room, and wriggles his toes in an approximation of help. “Not good. They just bought me more.”

“Oh, my heart goes out for you, darling,” Obi-Wan murmurs, placing the first boot on the floor and tackling the second. “You must suffer so much because your friends are very nice and bought you drinks during your bachelor’s party.”

“Uh huh,” Anakin slurs. “Knew you’d understand. Hey–hey, did you miss me too?” Obi-Wan had had a very nice and quiet night, nursing a scotch by the fireplace and grading papers. He’d warmed up a leftover serving of a mince pie and served himself a piece of apple galette for dessert. And yet— “Yes, of course,” he says. “Though I am glad you had fun.”

“It was fun,” his fiancé agrees and then yawns. “Not as fun as the wedding’s gonna be though.” His fingers run to the buttons of his shirt and start tugging at them. Obi-Wan sighs, shifts, and stands to help him in this as well. “I can’t wait to marry you,” Anakin adds.

He looks so earnest and open, rosy cheeks and glassy eyes and shirt half-done. He’s going to be the world’s biggest pain in Obi-Wan’s ass tomorrow when the hangover really hits him. And Obi-Wan is going to take care of him through all of it. 

Practice for the rest of their lives. The wedding rehearsal he hadn’t known was on the docket. 

Still, his mouth turns up at the corner as he smiles, reaching out to brush aside Anakin’s hair. “I cannot wait to be married to you as well,” he murmurs.

Anakin closes his eyes and grins sleepily, drunkenly. “And I’ll get to be added to your insurance which is real good, cause I don’t have a job.”

“Brat,” Obi-Wan scolds, tugging at the end of his hair. “Is that the only reason you’re marrying me?”

“Yeah,” his fiancé says. “But it really helps that I’ve also been completely obsessed with you since, like, the second class of the year.”

Obi-Wan purses his lips, strangely touched. Sober, Anakin doesn’t always like to talk about the very beginnings of their relationship, as if he thinks should they discuss it enough, Obi-Wan may realize he’s made a terrible mistake in taking up with one of his undergraduate students. 

To be fair to him, it is a terrible mistake, and one that Obi-Wan is fully aware of already. And what Anakin probably doesn’t know is that no amount of discussion will sway Obi-Wan from the path he’s decided to walk.

“Only the second class?” he asks, settling onto the bed next to Anakin. “Should I be offended?” “I skipped the first one,” Anakin mutters, turning his face into his thigh and nudging at him until he begins to pet at Anakin’s hair. “Hooked up with a girl from my first period instead.”

Obi-Wan tugs rather rudely on his hair at this.

“But then, you were there during the second class,” Anakin says, though Obi-Wan thinks maybe the more accurate statement would be I was there during the second class, considering Obi-Wan had to be there. As he was the professor.

Obi-Wan hums and restarts his soothing petting.

“And that was it,” Anakin sighs, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s covered thigh. “You were it for me. And I’m really glad I’m it for you too or I would be really, really, really sad, and I’ve been really, really, really happy for ages now.”

“I’ve been happy too,” Obi-Wan confesses, shifting himself to lie down, facing Anakin. “I—”

He wants to say I thought about losing you today, for real and forever, and it hurt me inconceivably. Or, you mean so much to me that I missed you when you were away, and even though there was a fire in the fireplace, it felt cold all through our home. Or, it took me longer to love you, but I do and I do, and I do.

But when he looks down at Anakin’s expression, it’s to find that the man has managed to fall asleep between one breath and the next.

But, well. They have time for Obi-Wan’s I do’s later. In fact, they’ve put aside a whole day for it.

[hannibalzero]

Retirement

Obikin 🐰⭐️🐰⭐️🐰

Han Solo walked out into the landing pad. “Hey! Buddy! You can’t park here! You listening?” He called out before recognizing the ship.

“Klark…”

Chewbacca growled in agreement.

“You said it buddy.” Han agreed walking over to the ship as the landing stared stairs folded out. As the metal door opened. “Hello In-laws.” Han greeted the couple.

“Solo…” Anakin greeted, age had mellowed out the once wild child of the force. He had aged like everyone did but his age seemed to match his once master, Obi-wan was holding Anakin’s arm as they made it down the steps.

They moved as a unit now.

“Hello there..” Obi-wan greeted, age had treated Obi-wan well it seemed. Still as handsome as could be along with Anakin.

“Hey, didn’t Leia ask you both not to be plotting? We would have sent you tickets for a space cruser.” Han pointed as he spoke.

“Oh…did she?” Obi-wan asked in fake surprise.

“Keep pointing at him smuggler, I’ll cut that finger off.” Anakin growled before rolling his eyes. “I don’t like being crowed.” Anakin hated Han Solo.

“Merchant.” Han corrected

Leia could have done so much better. Yet she went for the scruffy loudmouth man with a wookie best friend. Shame really, Anakin had liked that singer that leia dated with his twin brother. (Blues brothers joke!)

Least those men were driven and proud of their work and treated Leia like an empress. Like she deserved.

“Now, where is Ben? I’m sure he’s exited to see us and Lukes new family.” Obi-wan asked “he had a new baby, Rey is her name. Then adopted his husbands son Grogu. It’s so nice to have everyone together.” Obi-wan asked

Han wished for death at this moment…

In-laws sucked.

[riduurburton]

Thanks for the tag @dark--whisperings! I'll admit, I have literally never posted anything except, maybe, a link to a fic. But, here goes--

WIP FOLDER GAME

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I'll break them up by currently writing/maybe I'll get to it someday:

(Side note, they are ALL obikin, because I can only focus on one ship at a time)

Currently writing:

Blank Space AU (I call it this, but it's 'close the blinds and kill the birds', two chapters up on AO3. I know where it's going...ish, but it's definitely a WIP!)

Flashpoint AU

Step-brothers age switch

Maybe I'll get to it someday:

Phantom Menace, switch Padme and Obi-Wan

Foreign Exchange Student

Saved from a bad date

All in the family (Father-in-law/son-in/law)

Writing all this, I have two with a pseudo-incesty vibe. Don't judge me.

I'm never on Tumblr and don't actually talk to many people, so I'm just tagging @ineffable-snowman.

[spikybanana]

infinite joy

me writing obikin? nah can't possibly- (I've snapped) ao3

You were the best thing about my life.

Obi-Wan dropped his eyes, no longer able to hold Anakin’s— Vader’s— gaze. The unnatural glint of mutated iris, cruel twist of a still-beautiful mouth, sent a deep chill down his spine, despite the suffocating heat of Mustafar. 

Soon, Obi-Wan knew, soon they’d be forced to draw against each other, in a final fight to death. 

But before they did, in the last few moments of silence, of roaring wind and rolling lava, Obi-Wan wasn’t strong enough. He couldn’t stop the thoughts, memories from pouring into his mind and nearly shattering him. 

You were everything to me. 

Obi-Wan wished he could drop onto his knees, and plead for Anakin to come back. How had everything fallen apart so quickly? How had he been so blind for so long?

Love is blind.

That was precisely what they had always warned against.

Anakin’s saber fell against his. Obi-Wan was sure he was in some kind of shock, caught in a haze where his limbs moved of their own accord to protect himself (they knew each other’s every move, after all) while his mind shut down, knowing that any crack would crumble the dam. 

Laughter. A boy wiping away his tears and curling in against him. He smiled in his sleep. The Force was bright, wrapping around them both. 

Obi-Wan clenched his teeth, forced away the memory. 

The all consuming guilt came after. The deep, deep well of sadness that stood in his heart, came after. 

For now, he was numb, and staring unseeingly at the alien eyes that somehow found its way onto Anakin’s features. There were moments when he thought he saw blue again, but it was only a reflection of his lightsaber, pelting towards him.

One more, Anakin would say, rolling his shoulders and stepping back into the defensive stance. He’d reignite the saber, his eyes clear and burning with challenge. Obi-Wan’s heart ached because though he understood, he wished Anakin knew he didn’t have to push himself so. Yet at the same time, pressing against his chest was so much pride—

A kick in his stomach, and he barely avoided falling. Anakin charged again. Relentless, pushing him back and back through the halls, another site witness to his slaughter.

A cool Coruscanti sunrise. They meditate as one. There’s something about each other’s company that echoed, reverberated deep in the hollows of the Living Force. On the occasions when Anakin felt safe to let down all guards, they could cradle each other in the Force, and Obi-Wan could almost hear the singing in his chest. There, between the two of them, was a profound harmony. There was infinite joy. 

Obi-Wan tried to avoid the dead bodies that littered what had been the command room. Anakin had no such reservations. He caught Obi-Wan off guard, durasteel hand tightening on his throat, pressing Obi-Wan’s own lightsaber towards his face until he had to arch down towards the ground. 

Anakin couldn’t kill him. He wouldn’t. 

The barest flicker of doubt. It was enough. Obi-Wan kicked him off, fumbled to pick himself up. 

Stay close to me. That they said to each other hundreds, thousands of times. As padawan and master, as brothers in arms. Standing against thousands of battle droids, against the council’s disapproval. Stay close to me— it was a promise, a vow that had the whole rest of the world turned against us, I would still be by your side. 

The Force bond between them was blown open wide. Neither had enough concentration to keep their shields up. Every ounce of anger, despair, every unbridled flash of memory flowed free, poisonous between them. 

Anakin knew as well as he did, that as long as the bond remained, neither could best the other. The Force shackled them together, their thoughts, their strength. It was worse than fighting himself. Obi-Wan never loved himself like he loved Anakin. 

One, two, deep breaths. While their sabers were still crossed, Obi-Wan drew upon all his focus across their bond, thrusting it back upon itself. Anakin responded in kind. Between their palms, the bond, toughened by years and years of living and fighting in tandem, was tearing apart. 

Is everything alright? They’d ask through the bond, when spoken words fail the moment. It’s alright, Anakin, don’t let them get to you. Hang in there, Master, I'm here for you. I've got you. I’m right behind you. I’m slightly stuck in a pit of gundarks. I’m about twelve stories above you in the air. No, no, I'm fine, you're alright? Kark, I’m coming, you absolute idiot. Most of the time they don't even need words. A nudge, a cue, a feeling, and the other would understand perfectly. Anakin was the only person Obi-Wan would drop everything to run after, as he knew Anakin would (and did) drop everything to save him. They’d claim the reason was their respective value to the Republic’s army, but the truth was something else entirely.

There was never an ‘I love you’, no, nothing so vague and so trite, and neither had time to reckon with such a proclamation, during the war. Instead, it was always:  ‘let me take care of you’, ‘sleep, I’ll stay on watch’. I’ll cover you. I’m coming for you. Let me heal that for you. Let me help you undress, help you wash. Just stay alive for me, stay with me— stay close to me.

It was much, much later, that Obi-Wan truly started understanding what Vader could have been thinking about during the fight. A young man who saw no way out. Who, like Obi-Wan, was killing himself with every strike of the lightsaber. He was too tired, too angry, in too much grief to see anything beyond the storm that screamed— that has been screaming under the surface for so long. Did he ever believe he was bringing about peace with death oppression? Did he ever truly relish in power, in “greatness”, in seeing the galaxy bow to his feet? 

No. In spite of his infamy, all his unthinkable crimes, Vader was never a true villain. And it wasn’t until the very last moment in their lives, that Obi-Wan understood. He was a self-made villain, but not the way Sidious, Ventress or even Dooku were. Vader never did kill for the sake of killing, didn’t rule for the sake of power and glory. He killed because he didn’t think he could do anything else. 

It didn’t absolve him of anything. It only explained the tears he wept that day, on Mustafar. 

Back on Coruscant. A beautiful moonlit night. One moment they were sparring, in an exquisite, unchoreographed dance, then the next moment they were play–wrestling, arms gripping the other’s forearm and pushing each other across the marble floor. They were laughing. Taunting each other under their breaths, wordlessly through their mind. Peering at the other through tousled hair, almost shyly. A nightingale chirped somewhere beyond the balcony.

Lava erupted behind them. Rock, lava, melted metal showered down. Vader’s anger still pulsed through the torn remains of their bond (the pain of its severance pierced through his soul). It made Vader impatient, desperate. But nothing could eclipse the dark, boundless despair that came down on Obi-Wan, suffocating him. Surely, this was death’s kiss.

A kiss on the forehead. A kiss on the temple. Fingers that linger on the inside of his wrist. A kiss on the battle scars, the old and the new. A reverence, an apology. A kiss that said everything words couldn’t, and weren’t allowed to say. 

A Jedi’s life had never been one of fanfare, ecstasy. It’s one of selfless service, sober dedication. If there’s joy in such a life, it must be one that’s profound, impersonal. It’s the joy of gazing clear into the abyss of truth in meditation, or of offering solace, peace, to people caught in turmoil. The self, of course, disappeared out of the picture. 

Obi-Wan knew, there’s very few in the galaxy— in the temple— whose disposition measured up to such standards. Many thought he did. Obi-Wan felt it couldn’t have been further from the truth. 

His was a self that had leaned on Anakin’s ever since the beginning of the war, even before. Their souls grew together, and were thus mingled until eventually they were made of the same stuff. 

Or so he thought. 

Yet perhaps, he’d been as blind as Anakin had been naive. He’d been as cowardly as Anakin had been reckless. Every time he pushed Anakin away— what, what had he pushed him towards? How had he been so caught up in his own inner turmoil to have not seen how Anakin had been suffering, what he was becoming?

There was screaming, blood, and the stench of flesh burning. The wind, the lava, the heat howled. The Force ripped through him, a thousand splinters tearing at him. 

He couldn’t kill him. 

He couldn’t. 

Maybe it's mercy, maybe it's weakness. Whatever it was, Obi-Wan would be paying for it for the rest of his life.

There was laughter. Soft, warm light spilled into their kitchenette. Two cups of tea, a handful of bad jokes, and Obi-Wan didn’t think he’d laughed this hard in his whole life. Anakin was relaxed, except for where he tried (and failed) to control his expression. He looked exceedingly pleased at making Obi-Wan laugh, proving that he too wasn’t made of the stuff for cool untouchable serenity. Obi-Wan couldn't remember what the joke was. He couldn’t remember what they did before or after. Only that moment, when everything had been frighteningly bright, perfectly clear.

Once, there had been infinite joy.

[2dayihaveaheadache]

New Obikin snippet. A tiny scene from College/University AU, in which bookish lit professor Kenobi met Anakin (who is a total Twink and with that absolutely Obi-Wan's type) at a bar. Just as the sun raises, Obi-Wan flees out of guilt (catholic guilt, let's hope he was nice enough to leave a note) and now is faced with his growing affection for the infatuating young man (or more so a looming sexual crisis)

I do find it hard to realize my true potential And without the right credentials I am lost

A new attraction meant a possible new love and that could only lead to a new heartbreak, sighed Obi-Wan, dwelling on memories of last night’s Twink. 

A knock echoed through his office and tore Obi-Wan out of his thoughts. Office hours, he reminded himself with a smile, grateful for the distraction. The door was opened and a girl entered with confident steps. She was tall for her age, over 5’8. Her bleached hair was braided and formed into two horns on her head – a fashion statement, Obi-Wan guessed. Alternative or Punk or whatever the teens liked nowadays and could combine with Dr. Martens and an excessive amount of black. As an Add-on a couple of the strands had been colored blue to give her some kind of two-tone look. “Ahsoka Tano, my dear.”, he greeted her, smiling with gritted teeth. “How may I help you?”

She was a party beast, known for her excessive drinking and her disaster-attracting behavior. A can of black spray paint was her best friend and together they decorated the walls on Campus with political statements on regular bases. “Fuck the system” or “The system failed us.” seemed to be her favorite ones. Some weeks ago, she had trashed University property with a baseball bat – God knows, where she got it from, probably her brother, he guessed, another nightmarish creature of GenZ – but most importantly she belonged to the 48 students in Obi-Wan’s creative writing course. So, whatever she wanted was now his problem. At least she did not count to the “I-Want-to-kriff-my-father-and-have-no-problem-with-It” Students. Another group of students of his, who paved the way for sleepless nights with their writing – why did father issues need to be romanticized by Pop Culture again? 

“Good afternoon, Professor Kenobi”, she greeted and bowed her head down a bit. Untypical for her usual unruly self, he noted. She fidgeted with her fingers and looked down 0at her black-painted nails as if she was nervous and bottling up something, planning something nefarious in her demonic mind of teenage madness. “I wanted to speak to you as the dean of the English faculty.”, she explained, averting his gaze. 

He raised an eyebrow and took another sip from his tea cup, no need to lose his mind – yet. He wasn’t going to let himself be lured to become some kind of pawn for her weird games. He was not going to let his helpfulness be exploited. “What can I do for you, Ms. Tano? Is this about your exam?”

“No-“, she tried to say but he had already interrupted her and continued talking. Better to keep her distracted before she can open any sort of box of Pandora in his office, he has to clean up behind her. 1“I haven’t corrected them yet so I can assure you I haven’t found anything troubling. I hoped I have stressed that enough in your course, creative writing is a process that unveils us and leaves us vulnerable. Nothing to be ashamed of. I as the supervisor, have no right to play judge of your content, it is more the mistake you make in the way of telling it- ” 

Her bright laughter interrupted his speech and she cringed in her seat as if he had just told her that he believes in extraterrestrials, that are cosplaying as cats on earth. Now that he has the thought - “Sorry, Professor Kenobi, nice words, but we all know that you and your colleague play bingo with our texts.” 

“I don’t know what you are-“, he tried, pushing up his horn-rimmed glasses, straightening his back and brushing off the dust of his jacket, realizing how ridiculous he must look – or more how ridiculous he behaves, dancing around his student as if she is a ticking time bomb. 

“It’s been leaked years ago, no need to play it down, and posted all over the internet.”, Ahsoka laughed and the timidness from before disappeared from her expression. She pulled out her phone and tipped something into the search bar, the black-painted nails clicking against the screen. “Have you never wondered why your rating on ‘Professor 101’ is so catastrophically low?” 

“I just assumed, that it was a natural consequence of my teaching style and the ideals, I project onto my students. A study of the portrayal of the hero figure in 18th-century French literature is not for everybody and therefore I cannot expect maximum grade from all of you.” 

“Here.”, she commented and offered Obi-Wan a look at her phone screen. Twitter was opened and a Tweet with an attached photo could be read. It was by a user named ‘Rex_the_tryannosaurusRex’. What a reliable source, he mocked in his mind, why do I even try to teach them anything? before he looked at the image more precisely. Shame flooded his system. It was an obvious bingo grit sketched lazily onto a sticky note and a high score was marked under it. Nearly all squares in the grit were underlined. That year he had won with everything he had noted down, his high score. 

“Someone has to provide the material to make bets on and who would be better than the supervisor of the creative writing course?”

“Ms. Skywalker, what you are stating is an accusation that should not be made lightly.”, he tried to sound serious – but how can he with cheeks as red as a lobster? 

“Relax, professor.”, she smiled and put the phone back into her leather jacket, which looked awfully familiar to Obi-Wan but he did not dare to think the threat to an end. Wasn’t it the one that he had sneaked his fingers under it to feel the muscled back of –

”Our college is a bit messed up. The lectures are wild, so are our professors and so are we students. In fact, we actually make bets on your bingo game too.” 

“Ahsoka Tano Skywalker, this is-“

“For years I have been betting on you on your victory streak, Professor Kenobi. Your gameplay is easy to analyze and if you ask me, pretty predictable but who cares if this provides me with 8 free beers each semester.”, she continued and ignored him completely. 

“Please-“ 

 “Winning is a simple task to accomplish if somebody would just follow your rules. Make a vertical row with the father issue, at least one spelling mistake in the word abrupt, everybody seems to change the b and p at least once, and ‘end’ written in capital letters at the end of the essay. Bingo, you win!”, she cheered. 

That was a bitter pill to swallow, Obi-Wan told himself and tried to calm down his quickened breathing. The entire student body seemed to have officially lost their mind and loved to drag their professor into their misery. Though examining Ahsoka Tano Skywalker and her cheeky grin, which could only be a portrayal of madness, she seemed to be completely fine with it. She showed symptoms of hysteria and still was caught in her haze of teenage craziness. How has it come that the world did evolve into this?

“You cannot have possibly come to my office hours to humiliate me, Ms. Tano.”, Obi-Wan stated and felt anger coloring his voice, which he tried to suppress by taking another sip from his teacup, the china shaking dangerously. He set it down again with all the grace, that he could manage, and took a long deep breath, just as Qui-Gon explained in his stupid yoga sessions. 

“To be honest, I have come exactly for that. I wanted to humiliate you though not for the silly bingo game.”, she grinned and then added,” This is a little joke between you and me.” 

“What ridiculous other thing have I committed that makes me worthy of your mockery in your opinion?”

The absolute sweetest smile he had ever seen in his life flashed on her face and she asked in an innocent voice of a little girl, “How does it feel like to have fucked my brother?”

... that's the scene. Hope you enjoy!

[ao3feed-obikin]

Daddy's Sleeping

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49332265 by dreaminghour When Anakin crawls into his step-brother's bed, Obi-Wan just wants to know where their father is before he takes his baby brother apart. Words: 1762, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of A Family Affair: QuiAni + Obikin Incest Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Step-Sibling Incest, Sloppy Seconds, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Possessive Sex, Background Step-Parent Incest, Background Qui-Gon/Anakin read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49332265

[coline7373]

Not Obikin, but still Anakin and all he never said to Obi-Wan (the sand people, Padme, how he feels himself slipping, half-a-step away from a Fall).

And Obi-Wan. ("You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you." Dude. You couldn't say so, very plainly, in those words, years ago?)

Those two need to talk so bad.

Also, I loooove romantic trope made not-romantic. That is how you subvert expectations (*cough*sequels*cough*).

Gen/platonic ftw! 🎉👏💖👍

I think that more fanfiction should be written with the aim to tackle the original meaning of hanahaki. Because when the concept of hanahaki disease was originally created, it was intended to be a metaphor for suppressing one’s feelings.

Your feelings are this beautiful garden of flora inside of your chest. When you express how you feel honestly, you allow for it to grow freely. But when you hide how you feel out of fear of rejection, and try to make it smaller and smaller, the flowers become cramped inside of you, until you choke on your own feelings. Every flower you cough up is something you’ve felt, but refused to say.

The whole “dying” thing is intended to be more symbolic especially. You’re killing off bits and pieces of yourself and how you feel, because you’re afraid to express yourself.

It’s not really supposed to be, “The one I love doesn’t love me back, and I’m dying from it.” Rather, it’s more along the lines of, “Repressing your emotions is bad for you, and it’s better and healthier to express them freely, even when it’s scary.”

Which is to say that, one, the cure for the disease should be telling the person that you are in love with how you feel. How the other person feels about the person afflicted should have nothing to do with it, as the trope is meant to be about feeling your emotions unapologetically.

And that, two, it’s not an inherently romantic trope. Obviously, it has romantic applications, but it can be written for any situation where a character is hiding how they truly feel. This can include a refusal to address a specific trauma, a desire to indulge in something that they’re ashamed of, and even really practical things, like wanting to ask one’s boss for a higher position.

Although (as an aromantic person myself) I don’t agree with this conclusion about the trope, this application would also avoid people calling it arophobic. When the thing killing the character is a refusal to be honest with themselves, rather than an unrequited love, it’s on nobody’s hands but their own to save their life.

There are a ton of ways that this interpretation of the hanahaki disease could be applied in new and interesting ways in fanfiction, and I’d love to read what things people could come up with!

[dreaminghour]

Obikin Step-Brothers AU - Mistaken identity

Event: @domaystic Fandom: Star Wars Rating: Mature Audiences Prompt: 09 Mistaken identity Ship: Obi-Wan/Anakin Context: Modern AU. Obi-Wan and Anakin are step-brothers for about ten years before getting together. Obi-Wan just got his own apartment so they're no longer living under the same roof, this is the morning after Anakin helps him move. You can read more of this AU on AO3. Words: 806

"You don't need it," Anakin said, quickly making sure the door was locked before dogging Obi-Wan's steps across the street.

"Jaywalking," he hissed.

"Fuck you," Obi-Wan retorted.

"Wish you would," Anakin sang in a low voice.

Obi-Wan whirled around and caught Anakin by surprise, hands landing on his waist, a zing traveling down his spine as he felt the taut muscles beneath his hands.

"Once not good enough for you?" Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin didn't waste anytime, stepping up on tip toes to wrap his arms around Obi-Wan's neck and peer down at him with a love-sick expression.

"Can you blame me?" Anakin asked in a low, throaty voice.

It made Obi-Wan feel entirely too many things for a bright Saturday morning out in public, so he shoved Anakin's arms off him and turned away.

He walked quickly, but he could hear Anakin running to keep up, so he didn't look back.

It might have been Anakin's idea, but Obi-Wan had snapped it up immediately because he knew that if he didn't he might never go. So here they were, traipsing into the early bustle of the farmer's market. Anakin stuck close, hand light on his elbow, unobtrusive but a weight nonetheless.

They meandered, Anakin dissuading Obi-Wan from all his purchases, even though Anakin was the one who kept sticking his nose into every stall, asking questions, trotting back with samples.

"At last," Obi-Wan said, grabbing Anakin by the hand as though he were twelve, and pulling him toward a stand.

The woman standing behind the red-and-white checkered table wore tinted glasses and her long gray hair was loc'd, white at the roots and nearly black at the tips, bound together behind her back. She was very short.

"Hi, welcome to Ms. Dee's Beehive," she said in a mellifluous voice, "I'm Ms. Dee. Is there anything I can help you boys with today?"

"I'm just looking for a plain honey, actually. To help with my allergies. Do you have your hives locally?"

"Of course, dear," Ms. Dee said. "I live just outside town, and the hives are actually in my front yard. If you ever drive down Old County Road, heading east, just look for a tall purple house with flowers all over. That's me. The insects are buzzing around so long as there isn't snow on the ground."

She winked at Anakin for some reason before turning her gaze back to Obi-Wan.

"That close enough for you, hon?"

Obi-Wan felt oddly chastened.

"Yes, it is, I'm just looking for something to put in my tea…"

"We have several plain blends, though our simple bear is probably best for what you need." She laid a hand on the the crate of clear honey-filled bears with their little red caps. "If you're interested in having it on toast, we also have naturally flavored honey…" And she rattled off several varieties and then showed him the jams which were sweetened with honey.

At some point, Anakin had sidled up beside Obi-Wan and was peering over his shoulder.

"You should get the blueberry," he murmured in Obi-Wan's ear, "you'll like that one."

"Oh, do you like blueberry, hon?" Ms. Dee asked, plucking a small jar from the display. "Are you gonna get one of the bears too? If you're sharing, two might last you longer."

"Just the one, please," Obi-Wan said, pulling out his wallet.

"And the blueberry?" Anakin asked, nudging him.

Obi-Wan hesitated.

"Trust your boyfriend, sweetie. He knows what you like!"

Beside him, Anakin froze, slowly leaning away and Obi-Wan's heart seemed to thud audibly in his chest. Only a few days ago they'd been trying to figure out what to tell strangers, unable to compromise, ultimately settling on continuing to keep it a secret… whatever this was.

What struck Obi-Wan was, were they already behaving like a couple instead of brothers? He was afraid that he'd say the wrong thing and end up hurting Anakin. What he wanted was to smile at Anakin in acknowledgement, but he also wanted Anakin to set the tone.

And it occurred to him that Anakin was possibly waiting for him to do the same.

So he gave Anakin's hand a squeeze, leaning close as though to whisper and saying in a fond voice, "Only if you'll promise to help me eat it."

And to his surprise and joy, Anakin blushed.

It felt different, to know him this way; like even after knowing him for ten years and embarking on this together, he could learn something new.

He paid, got a little bag and a tilted smile from Ms. Dee, and put his hand in Anakin's elbow as they slowly made their way back to the apartment. It wasn't the nicest place, but the benefit of spending as much time with Anakin as he wanted, without anyone interrupting, was worth it.

[intermundia]

Can you list the season/episode numbers so I can watch the top 5 gayest obikin moments with captions please for my deaf ass to know how gay they are being lol

of course! in order the clips are:

attack of the clones — bossy obi-wan and breathy "master"s

2003 clone wars vol 1 (near the end when anakin just came back from fighting ventress on yavin) — even bossier obi-wan and himbo anakin in rags

season 2, episode 16 — "two steps forward actually kissing it" and "slow down and do what i tell you" + bratty anakin pouting

season 1, episode 4 — "everything i know i learned from you" and "if only that were true"

season 1, episode 18 — the inherent homoeroticism of putting something in some else's backpack while they are wearing it lmao

season 2, episode 3 — touchy touchy touchy touchy

season 2, episode 5 — "come now" obi-wan says, flirting at a briefing until luminara calls them on it, later in the episode anakin's love language is acts of service

season 2, episode 17 — bickering in front of ahsoka until she calls them on it

season 4, episode 15 — anakin losing his cool when obi-wan dies and obi-wan doing it "because everyone knows how close they are"

2003 clone wars vol 2 (about midway through before they head to nelvaan and anakin goes into the cave) — just brothers in arms teasing laughing enjoying each other's company, a fond joke from obi-wan about anakin's proclivity for violence etc.

revenge of the sith — flying in perfect synchronicity and anakin choosing the gayest way to try to kill obi-wan possible

kenobi series, episode 5 — "because all he'll see is me"

lmao @ my "top 5" but like listen do you know how hard it was to narrow it down to THESE out of just like so many options of them being them lmao so many options

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PART 5 Tastes like heaven (maybe last part)

Werewolf!alpha!Obi wan x omega!human!reader x alpha/omega!vampire!Anakin

Obikin

Warnings: vampire things, ABO, werewolf things, light gore, possessiveness, sexual, smut, threesome, poly couple, mentions of needles, oral f receiving, hand jobs, filth, utter filth

Last part <-

You awoke to a disturbance radiating around you. You awoke as did the two men beside you, confusion on their faces as they stood and gathered their clothes.

“What’s going on?” You asked grabbing your clothes too ignoring your heat.

“Stay here” Anakin said reaching out, his lightsaber going to his hand. You huffed doing the same reaching out to the force, your own lightsaber hit your palm and you held it. Obi-Wan looked skeptical but there was yelling outside.

“Stay close” your master said as Anakin went to protest. You all left your room, you could feel the pang of deaths everywhere. Younglings we’re running out of the main hall, The clones chasing after them, shooting-

Your eyes were wide at the echo of Palpatines voice.

“Execute order 66”

You paled as did the two jedi by you.

“Where’s the council!?” You called over the mass cries.

“I don’t know, help the younglings I’ll see about the masters” Obi-Wan said rushing off. You panicked but knew he would be ok as you rushed towards the clones attacking the younglings. You were ignoring the pain, the over amount of heat flooding your body. You were exhausting quickly as you stood in front of a group of younglings. Anakin had gotten separated from you at some point but you could feel him in the force.

“You’re in heat” one of the clones said and you glared lifting him up and throwing him against a wall.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t do anything” you gritted through your teeth. You felt someone behind you, watching the clones tense and take a step back as Anakin stood by you.

“Why’re you doing this?!” You yelled feeling small hands hold your pants tightly.

“The time of the sith is now” you heard Palpatines voice echo again and panicked, you couldn’t see him. You and Anakin cut down the clones before making your way to the ships. An explosion rang out in front of you, knocking the wind out of you as you shielded the younglings best you could. You looked to Anakin worried before you felt your masters force shut off. You both went pale, you tried to reach out and call desperately for him.

“Go find him!” You yelled to Anakin who disappeared quickly with his vampire speed.

“Ok, everyone come on” you said as the younglings continued to follow you through the slowly collapsing temple. You could hear fire outside, shits hitting the temple. You had a clone stop in front of you, your lightsaber ready before he held his hands up and took his helmet off.

“Rex?!” You said and he nodded shooting down one of his brothers.

“Rex? What’s-“ he grabbed your hand and ducked you away, the younglings coming with you.

“I’m sorry Y/n, the clones were already being taken over by Chancellor Palpatine, I had to play along in order not to get killed, but when I was deployed here I sought General Skywalker out however, I haven’t found him” Rex explained.

“Some of my brothers have younglings protected in the lower levels away from the fight” he added and you nodded mind clouded.

“Worse timing” you mumbled clutching his hand.

“I’m sorry” he said and you smiled shaking your head.

“It’s not your fault Rex you’re a soldier a good one at that” you said assuringly.

“Anakin’s gone to get Obi-Wan, his force was cut off suddenly” you said worried.

“He’ll be alright” Rex said with confidence.

“For now I suggest we take the younglings down to the lower levels” he said and you nodded.

Getting to the lower levels was difficult, pushing through clones, people you fought beside in great battles. Rex led you down to a sealed room knocking in a rhythm before it slid open. You looked in relief like he said some of his brothers were protecting the younglings. You urged the ones you saved in and felt relieved, but unsure how long they could stay here.

“It’s not going to be safe here forever” you said to captain Rex.

“I’m aware, one of our ships is situated near by the docking bay, north ways” he said pointing.

“Ok, ok I’ll try and clear a path” you sighed leaning against the wall holding your stomach. You felt disgusting covered in sweat.

“General you’re in no condition to fight” another clone spoke.

“I’m fine” you gritted out pushing forward. Anakin reached out to you and you reached back letting him know you were ok. You cut through clones, dodging their bullets and clearing a path. However red blades ignited and suddenly some siths had joined you. You saw captain Rex guiding his team and rescues out but you stared in horror as they were cut down by a swift red blade. A vampire sith by the way they moved. You felt death after death and fell to your knees.

“Such a shame” you heard a woman’s voice.

“Pretty little omega” she added behind you, hand on your head lacing her fingers through your damp hair.

“Prime in heat” she chuckled.

“Nobody-“ her words were cut off by a choking noise and you glanced seeing a blue saber through her chest. She collapsed, Anakin standing their with red eyes and a glare. You stood quickly hugging him tightly, he sighed holding one arm around you, nuzzling into your neck. You felt Obi-Wan again a large sandy coloured wolf standing by you bright gold eyes. You sighed in relief resting your hand on his head feeling the soft fur.

“We need to get out of here now” Anakin said and you nodded readying your light saber after letting him go.

Watching the Coruscant in space slowly get smaller and smaller made your heart clench. You had barely made it out alive, the ship was barely holding itself together. Obi-Wan sat in the passenger side in nothing but his robe, blood on his face. Anakin looked the same beaten and bruised but healing quickly. You sat on the bed, body aching, you laid down clutching the blanket tightly. The ship jumped into hyperspace before slowing again. You heard Anakin and Obi-Wan muttering to each other before Obi-Wan stood. He came over kneeling by your bed fingers brushing your hair back.

You closed your eyes feeling tears in them and your master sighed sadly kissing your hand.

“We need a safe place to go she can’t stay here” Obi-Wan said.

“I’m aware” Anakin was tense, speaking rarely his eyes still blood red. You sat up slowly and Obi-Wan protested but you shot him a look and went to your other alpha. Anakin spun around in his chair, jolting, wanting to say something before you held him tightly against you. You rested his head on your chest one hand running through his hair the other on his shoulder. He relaxed with a defeated sigh and wrapped his arms around you tightly. He pulled you closer between his legs and you felt him shake. Obi-Wan looked to you brokenly before Anakin reached out for him. He joined putting his hand on Anakin’s other shoulder and one around you.

“We will survive” Obi-Wan muttered.

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Arranged Marriage Fic Rec List

I’ve done it! I’ve completed the lists of fics that contain my favorite tropes!!!!!

Well, there aren’t enough in my bookmarks. So. That’s great. Guess I have to keep looking, but I have about seven (7), I think, for you! And yes, since there weren’t very many, I included my fic. There are also some spicy fics at the end of this list.

The Vode by @reydjarinkenobi It didn't really take much to convince the Vode to rebel against the Kaminoans. And it was only a little more effort for them to organise themselves into a government that would be accepted by the Republic. Convincing the newly crowned King Cody to take a Jedi spouse was a different story. However, sometimes you needed to bit the blaster fire and invoke centuries old laws to ensure that the Senate won't stab you and the four million warriors you are responsible for in the back. Poor Obi-Wan Kenobi just so happens to be unfortunate enough to be caught in the crossfire.----Or A universe where Jango Fett actually takes responsibility for his people and acts like the Mandalorian he should. And just so happens to mess up all of Palpatine's plans in the process. (codywan)

do you love me by redacted_thescribbler, @revanchxst In a universe where Mandalore did not become pacifist, where Jango Fett took up the darksaber and the title of Mand'alor and reunited the clans after a last, devastating civil war, there are three Fett children: Cody, Rex, and Boba, with Cody taking up the title as Duke as the eldest. In this same universe, Obi-Wan Kenobi is more involved with his homeworld's politics and government, while still holding a position as a Jedi Knight. Their worlds could not be more different. When Stewjon reaches out to Mandalore for protection from pirates and other thieves, Mandalore agrees, with one condition: clan ties must be made. A member of Stewjon's government must marry Mandalore's Duke. They choose Obi-Wan Kenobi. (codywan)

Prince Cody of Kamino by @gabriel4sam  Cody was a clone, a soldier, a future officer. And, most importantly, he was a big brother. When he lets that fact take precedence over the others, he starts a reaction that will change the galaxy. (codywan)

Blood of My Blood by stanakin96  Prince of the High Realm, Anakin Skywalker and Lord of The Northern Kingdom Hoth, Obi-Wan, find themselves in an arranged marriage, despite the feuding of their houses. Little do they know, there is something much darker brewing in the Kingdoms. -“I should never be persuaded to marry you,” Obi-Wan said, hard, angry, trying desperately not to let it show - “your grace.” The sight of him, tall and muscular and so close made Obi-Wan take in a deep breath of air. But in the Coruscanti Royal Court, Obi-Wan couldn’t walk away. He had to stand there and let the prince stare. He could feel Anakin’s breath at his neck.“ And who’s to say I wish to marry you Kenobi?” Anakin started, his body now close enough for Obi-Wan to reach out and touch. “Take a step nearer to me and you’ll need your sword, Skywalker” Obi-Wan replied. (obikin)

So Will I by uh, me lol They’re in need of some help,” Mace says, but his voice gives off a forgiving tone. He exchanges looks with his King and other Councilors. “They’re reeling after the massive loss of life and resources. They’re in need of our help.” Silence for a few more minutes, then Mace speaks again. “And we’re in need of theirs.”Obi-Wan’s mind spins quickly as it tries to keep up with what Councilor Windu is saying. His mouth twists into a frown and his sightless eyes roam quickly around the room. “You’re getting married, Obi-Wan.”-------OR: The codywan arranged marriage au with lots of fluff/softness and blind obi-wan. So. a few of my favorite things. OR x2: Obi-Wan and Cody are both Prince's of their own kingdoms being pushed into an arranged marriage. (codywan)

(beware the spicy!)

Fine Print by orphan_account Jango is over ten years late for his wedding. If he’s being honest with himself - and he’s trying to be these days - he’d genuinely forgotten about the whole thing. He’s got excuses, and good ones, but it’s hardly a solid start to a relationship, arranged or otherwise. (jangobi)

A Dance with Dathomirians by 12snails  A Game of Thrones-esque AU: The Jedi make peace with Dathomir in exchange for one of their own. (obimaul)