#obikin family feels

[palfriendpatine66]

Season’s Greetings from the Pining for Life Skywalker-Kenobi family

Read here for some family feels fluff without the need for the long fic backstory commitment of Pining for Preschool

Thank you @grapenehifics for this wonderful idea. I’m not crying at all over this

[disastertriowriting]

Here's our fill for the final square of "Fireworks". :D:D:D

It's only been weeks since he became a Jedi, and Anakin is still struggling with the new environment and getting to know Obi-Wan. On the Coruscanti New Year, Anakin sees a fireworks display which sends him spiraling into a panic attack. It leads to a misunderstanding between him and Obi-Wan, but at least this once they have someone to help them communicate.

[phoenixyfriend]

I had a very long Star Wars dream last night. Baffling level of narrative coherency for a dream.

Started out with Obi-Wan Kenobi, our bespectacled thirty-something, going to a university for a Grad Student thing. He's been working for nonprofits for some time, and wants to get a degree to further his work.

He gets to an advisor's office, (which is a Generic Salt-And-Pepper White Man buuuuuut we could probably swap out for an actual AU, maybe make it Mace?) who walks him through the courses and prereqs and so on. Great. All going good. He goes out to some kind of program meeting with his fellow grad students (some straight out of undergrad, some his age) and a sort of team lead person who is… Anakin Skywalker.

And it is. Tense. Like 'everyone can feel it' tense. Anakin's doing something Doctoral, whatever, and his purpose right now is to Program Manage these grad students in another department (Anakin does some analytics and database stuff for the department), and one of those students is Obi-Wan Kenobi and nobody can figure out what the damage is.

They attempt professionalism. They are… cordial. They avoid each other otherwise.

Several weeks in, there's a "we should talk confrontation" and Anakin blows up because the time to talk was years ago, Obi-Wan! Like five to ten years ago! When shit went down!

FLASHBACK TIME: These two were doing crime. It was a team of seven. I don't remember all of whom were involved but it was definitely them two, Rex and Cody, maybe Quinlan? and a few other people. (Not Ahsoka, she was excluded for safety because teenager).

They were probably doing some kind of Leverage stuff but also possibly some domestic terrorism. A job went bad, Cody died, and they all kinda split to do their own things. Partly this was to dodge law enforcement, but partly it was because they were all fucked up and grieving.

Obi-Wan wanted to take some time to himself to grieve, which Anakin was upset about because they're not just brothers in arms, they're basically brothers, at least in Anakin's eyes, and they had a huge blow-up fight about it. They haven't spoken since.

(Rex is in Anakin's life again. He acts as an Uncle figure to the twins. He is also… not in the best mental space, considering his own dead brother.)

Obi-Wan ends up getting pulled aside to talk to someone, probably Mace or Yoda, and a no-criminal-activity version of the story spills out. And it's very 'well what the fuck am I supposed to do with that' because the person pulling him aside was thinking it was like… they had a one-night stand before the program started and now they don't know how to navigate the power dynamic, not grief and distance and family bullshit.

IDK where it was gonna go from there, I think they were still circling each other like feral cats trying to decide what to do when I woke up.

(There was a sideplot about Padme and the twins doing fun things in the basement, but the fun things included a well that they'd use to act out Alice in Wonderland and other insane stuff. Which they loved but was weird. Why do you have a well that's at least ten feet deep in your basement, Padme. Why are you putting your kids in there. Also I had to run away from a bunch of wasps into a pool.)

Rex and Cody! Are just! Background Grief Bullshit! But it hovers over the entire fic.

I think Quinlan should bully his way back into Obi-Wan's life before the plot starts.

And he's the one that angles Obi-Wan into going to This Specific University. That Anakin's at.

He didn't expect them to be that close contact, just wanted them to run into each other in the hall and make amends. In my mind, the timeline is that the crime group broke up for opsec, then a year or two later Quinlan shows up on Obi-Wan's doorstep with intent to Friendship.

Obi-Wan would have done the same with Anakin but their fight was so big and horrible that he doesn't think he'd be welcome.

NGL even in the dream I was like "wow this seems like a really intense Obikin fic concept," but every time I thought about it, the dream would hammer in on the BROTHERS thing again.

[teaandjumpers]

🎄Holiday Attire Required - Obikin WIP🎄

“Ever hear of an e-vite? “asked Professor Vos, leaning over the administrative desk in the department office. 

He and Anakin were watching Professor Kenobi place tiny festive envelopes in the instructor cubicles adjacent to the front desk. The man ignored them both, plopping red and green invites into each cube. 

“You’re the only person I know who still sends out actual invitations,” said Vos. 

Professor Kenobi, or Obi-Wan as Anakin liked to think of him, it’s what the man had asked him to call him after all, leveled a look at Vos before pressing an envelope against the other man’s chest. 

“Don’t be late,” he said. “You’re in charge of drinks.”

Vos rolled his eyes but took the invite, slipping it open and reading off the card.

“Holiday attire required?” He asked with a moan. “Was it not enough to force the entire department to dress up today. You’re bringing this energy to the end-of the-year party, too?”

“When you’re department chair,” said Obi-Wan, using that lecturer voice that always made Anakin’s neck heat, “you can make the rules.”

Anakin watched the exchange from his station at the desk. He had only been working as an administrative assistant for a semester, filling in for the last assistant who had left suddenly the first week of classes. He was a last-minute hire brought in by the previous department chair, Qui-Gon Jinn, a family friend. It wasn’t unusual for students to work jobs on campus, but it was odd for a doctoral candidate in Biotechnology to be working at the Comparative Literature department. 

As it was, Anakin did a decent enough job that no one complained. 

Vos took off with a salute to Anakin which left him alone with Obi-Wan. The older man was always the last one to leave the office, even waiting for Anakin whose job description asked that he “ensure the facilities are locked at the end of daily operations.”

Anakin turned off his monitor and grabbed his backpack, waiting for Obi-Wan to finish delivering his invites before addressing him. 

“Need anything else from me?”

“Yes,” said Obi-Wan. He approached Anakin and held out an invite just out of arms reach, the way one might hold out a bone for their dog, waiting for the animal to perform a trick before relenquishing the treat.

Slowly, Anakin reached for the envelope and pulled, but Obi-Wan held onto it tightly. 

“And where is your holiday attire, Anakin,” asked Obi-Wan, that stern tone returning. He regarded Anakin with a critical eye, his gaze raking across Anakin’s frame from the soles of his shoes to the black stud he started wearing on his helix last month. 

“I um—“ started Anakin, fiddling with his earring and feeling his cheeks flush. “It’s um not visible.”

“Your holiday attire is invisible,” asked Obi-Wan, not releasing his hold on the card.

“No,” said Anakin, his cheeks burning. 

It was a stupid idea. He had read the reminder email early in the morning, the bolded subject line—BRING YOUR HOLIDAY CHEER TODAY—sounding more urgent than it actually was, and he grabbed the first festive thing he found and put it on. It was a tacky red thong with the words Do Not Open Until Christmas on it gifted to him by Ahsoka as a joke. 

Now, under the scrutiny of the man who was sort of his boss, he realized how inappropriate it was. And mortifying.

“No, it’s—it’s not visible because it’s umm under my clothes.”

Obi-Wan’s mouth fell open and he let go of the card.

Anakin pretended to examine the invite with great interest while silently praying for an impromptu fire drill—or better yet, a real fire, anything to make this conversation end.

“I see,” said Obi-Wan, after a moment. 

“Yeah,” said Anakin, unable to stop himself. He always ran off at the mouth when he was nervous, and now, with Obi-Wan standing too close, having just told the older man that he was wearing holiday-themed underwear, Anakin was ready to go into full ramble mode. 

“It was a joke. Stupid. Have you ever worn a thong? Not fun—they bunch up like crazy.” He fingered the strap just beneath his belted jeans as he had been doing all day and tugged it out from under the band. When he let it go, it gently snapped against his skin. 

Obi-Wan started at him dumbly, seemingly speechless. 

And yeah, Anakin could see why. He had just flashed his underwear to the department chair. He was grateful that the semester was almost over and that he only had a few more days of working this job before finally being able to focus on his doctoral project. 

“Not that you would ever wear a thong,” said Anakin, glancing up to look at Obi-Wan. “You seem like a—a sensible guy,” he finished lamely. 

Obi-Wan was still staring at him, lips slightly parted and a slight furrow to his brows. But he composed himself and adopted that authoritative stance once more. 

He pulled in close and dropped his hand to Anakin’s hip, tucking the strap back under Anakin’s jeans. 

“I do hope you can make it to the party, Anakin,” said Obi-Wan, pressing his thumb firmly against the band of the thong. “You and your holiday attire.”

Wrote more of this! Read it on AO3.

[tennessoui]

In honor of the upcoming US holiday, and to make you feel better, how would wine party Obikin cooking Thanksgiving dinner together? Which is to say, what are Obi-Wan's thoughts on Anakin frying a turkey in a trashcan in the backyard.....

i highly doubt that obi-wan would allow anakin to get this far into frying a turkey without stepping in and alerting the authorities, who regretfully inform him that it's a free country (to which obi-wan snaps back that it's certainly a stupid one)

i cannot see their relationships truly surviving a thanksgiving dinner together let's be real because both of them are going to be insufferable. obi-wan isn't american but has been on the food scene for his entire adult life and career and so has very correct and precise opinions about how food should be cooked, what dishes go well together, how much food should be made to feed the guests, etc etc. anakin is american and has very correct precise opinions based on his experience growing up eating these foods, and he thinks everything needs to be sort of yellow and there needs to be more casseroles and a cranberry compote is not the same thing as cranberry sauce, obi-wan, get out of the kitchen right this instant.

they almost come to blows over the mashed potatoes (and this is after they strike a peace accord vis a vis the skin on vs skin off debate) when anakin insists that they need to put ranch dressing in the pot along with the cream to mash them and obi-wan insists anakin obviously needs to be baptized a second time seeing as how he's strayed so far from the light of god, etc etc

i imagine what they decide to do is have 3 thanksgiving dinners: one with Anakin's friends and family, where obi-wan stays politely out of the kitchen (and even out of the house at times when anakin feels like he can feel his judgement from the living room) and eats seconds but absolutely does not ask about any ingredients that may or may not be in the food; then they have a thanksgiving dinner at obi-wan's house with obi-wan's friends and family, served on fine fancy plates and with an actual gravy boat on pristine lace tablecloths. anakin does not help cook this one and actually just spends most of the day rough housing with the assorted kids which obi-wan tries to not find endearing

and then, on actual thanksgiving, they have their last meal which is just them two at obi-wan's place and thai take-out that they eat from opposite sides of the couch. talking, optional.

[thegingerwrites]

Thinking about her… (obikin Ella Enchanted au, I just rewatched it last night)

I think the fic itself starts off after Maul attacks Mandalore and Obi-Wan goes to stop him. He fails as a result of his “gift”—Maul tells him to stand and watch as he kills Satine. Obi-Wan returns to the Temple distraught and he begs Yoda for the chance to leave the frontlines to go off and find a way to break his curse. Yoda decides to do him one better.

“No,” Obi-Wan says, hardly looking up from his travel preparations. The idea is unthinkable. Anakin cannot be here.

“I’m coming with you. Master Yoda approved it and everything.” Anakin sets himself down in the pilot’s seat like he has any idea where they’re going.

They are not going anywhere.  This must some kind of mistake.

“And did Master Yoda tell you anything about what this mission entailed?” Obi-Wan asks, feeling a headache coming on, a tension welling up behind his eyes. Master Yoda is the only one who can tell Anakin anything about what Obi-Wan is setting off to do. He took that choice away from Obi-Wan long ago.

“He said you were on a voyage of self-discovery, one with very real consequences for turning the tide of the war. He said it would likely start with finding your family on Stewjon and expand outward from there.” Obi-Wan allows himself to relax a little. Nothing too specific from Yoda then. Nothing that suggested anything about the nature of Obi-Wan’s problem.

Anakin pauses, biting the inside of his cheek before adding one more thing. “He also said that you would never be able to believe in yourself as a Jedi until you made this trip. That you didn’t trust yourself. And Master, if I didn’t want to come with you before he said that, there was nothing that could have stopped me once I heard it.”

Obi-Wan shuts his eyes tight as though to will Anakin away with the power of his thoughts. Because Yoda isn’t wrong. Obi-Wan has never phrased it quite so succinctly to himself before but that is ultimately what pushed him to go. He cannot help the people he loves until he breaks free of this curse. He cannot become the Jedi others believe him to be while beholden to his gift.

“I didn’t ask Master Yoda for permission to come on this mission with you,” Anakin continues. “If I had known what you were doing, I would have snuck on board without going through either of you. But he sought me out and asked me to accompany you and now I know there is no better place for me to be.”

“Surely that should be something for me to decide.”

“You are the greatest Jedi—the greatest man I have ever known. Everything I know about becoming either one comes from you. If there is anything I can do to return the favor, to show you what I know to be true, I am going to do it.”

There is something almost refreshing about Anakin’s refusal to yield. Normally, when Obi-Wan is forced to do something he does not want to do, it is because someone has ordered him and he can’t work his way around it in time. But Anakin hasn’t given him a command; he could technically leave him behind or relegate him to the sidelines or toss him out an airlock. Instead, Obi-Wan has a choice to make.

“Alright,” Obi-Wan says at last, coming around to sit down in the cockpit beside Anakin. “Fine, you may join me. But you must do as I say and you cannot ask me any questions about what we are doing. I will not answer. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Obi-Wan meets Anakin’s eyes over the flight controls. He sighs before allowing himself the smallest of smiles.

For the first time since his decision to embark on this mission, for the first time since Mandalore—perhaps even since this whole blasted war began—Obi-Wan allows himself to feel something like hope.

There is a chance, however small, that Anakin might be a real asset to this endeavor. The company at least, being able to share the weight of something that has plagued him all his life even if he still cannot speak of it, might make this journey easier to bear.

“Thank you, Anakin.”

Anakin checks the calculations for their jump to hyperspace and completes the takeoff procedures Obi-Wan began. For a moment, Obi-Wan thinks they will simply settle into the familiar rhythms of a joint mission, that the conversation is over now and they can put the uncomfortable intimacy of it behind them.

But as Obi-Wan waits to speak with space traffic control to receive their flight clearance and Anakin sees to the rest of their preparations, he adds one parting note to their conversation, his voice low and serious to protect the tender and exposed intimacy of the confession.

“I am here for you, Master. Always.”

[depiche]

omg i'm obsessed with the hotd reference in your obikin art!!! what kind of characters do you think anakin and obi-wan would be in westeros?

Thank you! While this is not much of an answer in the form of text, perhaps this doodle set would be entertaining for you:

Obi-Wan is a noble of a high born family, shrewd, smart, and enjoys good fashion. When the time comes to overthrow the Targaryen rule and kill off anyone who had the Valyrian blood-- he doesn't feel like it fit with his aesthetic. Instead of killing Anakin, he ships him off, and he himself is shipped off to the wall. That is until Anakin is back.

[desmothene]

Would love to hear more about obikin dark !!

both you and @moucrow have asked for obikin dark for the wip ask game! i didn't have a lot actually written for this one, so i used your asks as a prompt to do some.

this is a more standard mustafar AU, wherein Obi-wan convinces Padme to let him talk to Anakin first.

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The heat of Mustafar is just one more drain on an already exhausted body and mind. Obi-wan had spent most of the flight arguing with Padme, rather than sleeping.

He is so tired.

"Please, Anakin... I don't understand what is happening and I don't want to believe my own eyes. Our family is dying - I don't want to fight you. What are you doing? Please talk to me."

The words are rambling and vague; poorly controlled; his speech wanders. It's a far cry from the usual poise of the so-called Negotiator. But he doesn't want to draw his saber on Anakin; in this moment, there is not violence yet.

He is so tired.

Instead, he reaches his hand out to Anakin. It feels like all he has done in the last years is reach out, fruitlessly, to Anakin. Obi-wan just wishes that for once, Anakin would reach back to him. He has little hope that he will this time. He is so tired.

And yet...

Anakin takes his hand. When Obi-wan dares to look at his face, Anakin's eyes are still that spine-chilling gold, but he's smiling at Obi-wan.

"Of course we can talk, Obi-wan. I have so much that I need to tell you - everything has been insane lately and I've been so stressed..." Sudden heat flashes so fast that Obi-wan barely registers it beyond suddenly falling to his knees and - his left leg isn't moving, he tries to move it and all he gets instead is the deep agonizing sear of a plasma burn. Only Anakin's other hand curling around his throat stops Obi-wan from falling over.

Above the mounting rush of pain in his ears, Obi-wan can hear Anakin still talking.

"...but I know you're a wily man, Obi-wan. This way I can be certain you'll stay to hear me."

[paracosm-draw]

Just nudging myself into your inbox as a complete stranger 🌈 for Obikin prompts: things Anakin changed about Obi-Wan's life as a Padawan.

It's Sunday prompt day again 🥳

Ngl this one made me tear up a bit but I took great pleasure writing it because their relationship is so precious to me ❤��‍🩹

TW : mention of death

I'm still taking prompts btw ! I'm just slow to write because I'm busy during the week, but you can still send them to me and they will be answered eventually 🌼

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It was supposed to be just another pathetic life form Qui-Gon had picked up in the deepest corners of Tatooine. An enslaved little thing he had freed and separated from his mother on the grounds that the child had a midichlorian count even higher than Master Yoda. 

Obi-Wan was more than skeptical, and maybe a little jealous that his Master had turned his entire attention to that tiny, dirty and incredibly chatty boy who was always cold, no matter how many layers of clothes they put on him. 

He had spent a lot of time observing the kid from a safe distance, trying to understand what was so interesting about him. 

He was clearly gifted in the comprehension of the engineering and mechanics of things, able to fix everything with anything and already speaking a technical language Obi-Wan didn't even try to comprehend. Still Qui-Gon could spend hours listening to his rambling with a fond expression on his face that made the young Jedi's heart clench. 

Anakin - he refused to call him by the little nickname everyone seemed to have adopted - was trying to reach out to him every once in a while. Obi-Wan suspected the child was like a cat, always seeking attention from the most disinterested people. He probably didn't like that Qui-Gon’s padawan was still the only one to resist his charming blue eyes and angelic face. 

Obi-Wan didn't interact with him more than necessary, and when he made efforts it was generally after Qui-Gon made a face at him or scolded his attitude towards the younger one. It pissed him off. Anakin was Qui-Gon’s responsibility, not his. He had decided to set Obi-Wan’s training aside to take care of the kid, he couldn't expect his padawan to do the same. 

The few months following Anakin’s entry into their life were a troubling time for Obi-Wan. His daily meditation sessions gravitated around the control of his emotions and his acceptance about the situation. 

It was challenging to hear his Master praise a child day after day for a future that was still incredibly blurry. Anakin didn't even know how to use the Force yet. He was maybe extra-sensitive to it but Obi-Wan joined the council when they said he was too old to be trained. 

If he listened to the darkest corners of his heart he secretly wished Anakin was too old to be trained. He didn’t know how he would react to Qui-Gon taking him as his apprentice. Abandoning him. 

He was not ready yet. He still had a lot more to learn, even if his Master often told him otherwise. He was not ready to let go of the relationship they had developed for so many years, to the comfort and intimacy of it. The bond they shared had been so long and hard to create that he didn’t want to lose it. 

Qui-Gon was his only family, his friend, his teacher, the only one he could rely on in almost every situation. 

Qui-Gon was the universe he floated safely around day after day, a strong and steady pillar in his life, eternal and reassuring. 

And now Qui-Gon was gone. Killed by the filthy hand of a Sith. And his last words were for Anakin. 

The weeks after his death, Obi-Wan moves forward by the mere strength of his will and the comfort he finds in pre-established routines. He feels like a ghost, forcing himself to put one foot in front of the other while his head feels like he’s underwater. 

The child is hard to manage. He cries a lot. Obi-Wan thinks he doesn't really understand what's happening. Master Windu says he’s old enough to understand that Qui-Gon will never come back. 

Obi-Wan doesn’t know how to take care of him. He already doesn’t know how to take care of himself. He’s so caught up in his own grief that he doesn’t have the strength to feel ashamed when he lets Anakin on his own. 

It still twists his gut when he hears the little boy crawling to the bottom of his bed in the middle of the night, curling himself like a kitten on the sheets, making sure to always be far enough not to touch him. Obi-Wan lets him, but he pretends to sleep every time Anakin wakes up in sweat and tears after a nightmare. 

There’s a part of him whispering in his mind that Qui-Gon would still be alive if he hadn’t tried to save the kid. 

But Anakin clings to him no matter what. No matter how Obi-Wan ignores him or speaks to him or pushes him away. He endures all his moods with his head down, patiently waiting for the storm to pass. 

It infuriates Obi-Wan at first. He’s not proud of it but he’s sometimes mean to him, trying to push until he finds his limit. It would be easier if the child hated him. But Anakin never says anything. He might have tears in his eyes but he always comes back to him. 

It takes a while for Obi-Wan to understand that Anakin is even more lonely than he is. Where Obi-Wan has the Jedi council and a few friends across the galaxy, Anakin has no one except for Qui-Gon. And now that Qui-Gon is dead, the closest thing to him… is Obi-Wan. 

After he’d been granted the rank of Master, time flows a little bit more easily and Obi-Wan falls into a reassuring routine. 

He’s heard that time heals all wounds, and it does. It’s slow and it's not linear but he manages to keep his head above the water a little longer each day. 

Then Master Yoda approaches him, asking if he will train the boy now. Obi-Wan surprises himself by accepting after only a day of reflection. It’s Qui-Gon dying wish and it’s the only reason why he does it, he assures himself. 

Anakin learns quickly, and he’s desperate to please. Obi-Wan starts to see what his Master saw in him. 

The child is talented, and he works hard, almost always to the point of exhaustion. 

Obi-Wan tries his best teaching him about the Jedi Code, about the spectrum of the Force, about their purpose in the universe. Mostly he parrots what’d been taught to him, not really knowing where to start and where to go. He’s still lost and he realizes soon enough that having a padawan is a responsibility he wasn’t prepared for. 

In addition, they have to learn to navigate through the new bond forming between them. They don't use it yet but they’re both aware it exists in the Force. Master Yoda says it’s the beginning of all things. 

Anakin is still careful around him, he doesn’t ask for much except a little bit of attention. He still sleeps on the farthest corner of his bed but when he has nightmares, Obi-Wan allows him to scoot closer. 

Their relationship changes slowly and smoothly enough that the older Jedi doesn’t realize when Anakin started calling him ‘Master’, or when he had made a mental note of the kind of food he liked after a hard training day. 

It bothers him at first, to realize that despite what he’s telling himself, he cares about Anakin. He does. The boy did grow on him and he has to admit that he likes teaching him more often than not. 

Anakin might feel the shift because he becomes more comfortable around him, less inhibited and more like himself. Obi-Wan discovers a funny kid with interesting stories, and they start to talk more.

As they open up to each other, they get closer. Obi-Wan asks about his life on Tatooine and Anakin asks about his life at the Jedi Temple. They don’t talk about Qui-Gon, the subject still too painful, even years after. 

Anakin is thirteen and he doesn't stop growing up. Obi-Wan says he’s big enough to sleep in his own bed and Anakin says ‘okay’ but he still sneaks in in the middle of the night. He’s becoming more confident, timidity being progressively replaced by insolence when he wants his Master’s attention. He doesn’t really have friends, despite the council’s advice. He’d rather spend all of his time with Obi-Wan. 

The older Jedi wonders sometimes if that kind of dependence is healthy. He himself starts to feel the aching feeling of loss when Anakin is away from him for more than a few hours. The realization bothers him for a couple of days. What if he’s trying to find a substitute for Qui-Gon in the last thing his Master put his faith in ? He wonders if he has to open up to Master Yoda about this. But he’s never been one to open up easily, especially not about the internal turmoils of his heart. 

So he decides to take the matter into his own hands. 

Of course, Anakin doesn’t understand why he becomes so distant all of the sudden. Why he locks the door of his bedroom or why he leaves him with training groups when he never did before. 

But his Padawan is not the scared nine years old he was when they met, he has a voice and he’s not afraid to use it. 

He confronts Obi-Wan about it and when the Jedi doesn’t give him a satisfying answer, he yells about it. And then he cries about it. He says that Obi-Wan is being unfair and that he always did everything his Master ever asked and that he's being mean punishing him for something he didn’t do. 

Obi-Wan is taken aback when he understands that being away from him is a punishment for Anakin. It comforts him in his decision. 

It last two years. Two years of constant fights between them, two years of Anakin shouting the most horrible things to his face but still sleeping every night on the floor behind his door. Two years of him threatening to leave the Order but meanwhile becoming the more talented padawan of his generation. 

Two years of tension rising up between them. Until it breaks. 

One day Obi-Wan is holding onto the stubborn idea of what their relationship should be according to the Code  and the next he can’t bear to hear Anakin tell him he hates him for the thousandth time. 

He’s just so tired of what they have become. He tries to convince himself he did it for Anakin’s good but he can’t lie to himself anymore. They both suffer from the situation and it brought them nothing except a painful lack of trust and resentment. If he’s truly honest with himself, he doesn’t feel at peace when his padawan is away from him. 

A discussion with Master Yoda makes him understand how he had mistaken independence with rejection, and how his fear of losing Anakin like he had lost Qui-Gon might have been the trigger to the whole mess he’s drowning into now. He had thought that if he doesn't get attached, he doesn’t take the risk of suffering again. But he’s suffering right now, so it was all in vain, years ruined by his own insecurities. 

And he misses Anakin. So he tells him. 

Anakin being Anakin yells at him before listening. But this time Obi-Wan doesn't back up, doesn’t give up on them. He patiently faces his padawan’s anger and listens while Anakin spits his bleeding heart out of his chest and cries and yells some more. 

Then Obi-Wan pulls him into his arms and Anakin stops crying and yelling, too stunned by that foreign thing that is his Master’s affection. It the first time they’re so close and it heals something in Obi-Wan. 

It still takes two more years until they trust each other like before. Except it’s even stronger than before. Obi-Wan came to the realization that the peculiar bond they share is a strength and not a flaw. 

They’re constantly with each other, flying together, training together, fighting together, sitting through boring meetings together. They even share their personal life together. 

Anakin has a permanent place on the left side of Obi-Wan’s bed. Abandoned pieces of a half built droid are lying on Obi-Wan’s desk. There’s a toothbrush in the bathroom that Anakin left just in case. In case of what, Obi-Wan never knew. 

He doesn't really question it. He's never felt so alive with Anakin by his side. The young man is like the brother he never had. 

Time flies and Anakin doesn’t stop growing up. When he’s nineteen Obi-Wan has to raise his head to look at him in the eyes. He struggles a bit more to match his strength during training. He begins to notice the way he attracts attention while being totally oblivious about it. 

He's proud of the Jedi Anakin is becoming. Of the man he's becoming. Fiery and passionate, smart and creative. He truly thinks that if his lightsaber skills matched his wit, he could easily overpower Master Yoda in a fight. 

But he also knows that if Anakin looks  bold and confident on the outside, on the inside there’s still a huge part of him being the little boy he was on Tatooine. He's still full of insecurities, still afraid and starved for affection. He still has nightmares that Obi-Wan tries to chase away night after night. 

Their relationship is not perfect. They still fight, especially since the war against the separatists is hovering menacingly over their head. But as long as Obi-Wan can feel Anakin’s heart beating peacefully when he holds him at night, he decides it’s all worth it. 

Now that he’s facing death, Obi-Wan thinks about all that. About all the changes Anakin brought into his life. About how Anakin made him change and progress as a Jedi and as a man. About how the majority of his life had been Anakin. Anakin’s fears, Anakin’s joys, Anakin’s tears staining his clothes, Anakin’s scent on the sheets of his bed, Anakin’s hand on his shoulder after an exhausting mission, Anakin’s padawan braid tucked inside his utility belt, Anakin’s ambitions and frustrations and trust and anger and love and hatred. He wonders what he has missed. Where he has failed. 

Maybe if he had loved him more, if he had loved him earlier, better, he wouldn't have to face one of his worst nightmare right now. Loosing him to the dark side. Mourning him while he was still alive. 

Having to take the most painful decision of his entire life. Having to kill half of his soul. 

He knows he has to. He knows he can’t. Not when there’s still something of Anakin inside Vader. 

Maybe Vader is right after all. Maybe he is weak. 

He’d rather doom the entire universe than hurt the man his heart is aching for. He’d rather die than even think about killing him. 

So he does. 

And when Vader plunges his lightsaber into his heart, all he’s thinking about is Anakin’s smile, shining brighter than the Tatooine’s suns when they exchanged that promise to always care about each other, no matter what happened. 

[tideswept]

Just saw this post “marriage of convenience that slowly turns into a love marriage - but both of them believe is one sided is such a delicious trope” and must know your thoughts of this trope with regards to obikin!!!

Nonnie, I'm trying to be so good and buckle down and work on WIPs and you present me with this? This delicious, tasty, let-me-lick-my-plate clean trope???

you evil, evil mastermind. glorious.

First of all, I think it's basically Obikin in a nutshell already in many ways. God knows that if Obi-Wan had just said I love you to Anakin in canon before it all went tits up, things probably would have been different. Not necessarily better™ but different. That aside, this is very much the realm of speculating about AUs (divergence or full) and I have to say...

GOD DOES IT WORK SO WELL. They're both so stubborn and guarded in their own ways, for their own reasons. It doesn't take much for Anakin's bluntness/eagerness to turn to resentment and embarrassment, a wound to be hidden because wounds are vulnerabilities, and he's been vulnerable too many times before and paid the price for it. breaking a child's legs to keep them from doing something that made them happy, something that gave them hope, because they were a slave and they were property and how dare they Tatooine is the worst

This is a slowburn I can 100% get behind. With some other circumstances mixed in, of course. Why did they get married? Political reasons? Low key (family) enemies to spouses to lovers? Is it a sham marriage in the first place, not meant to even be consummated? A business arrangement? A hostage-by-another-name situation? Is Anakin young enough that Obi-Wan has a hard time not feeling like he's cradle robbing? 34 to 18 is a hell of an age gap when the marriage comes about long before feelings do.

TLDR: good stuff, good stuff.

[grumfield]

hello! As someone who loves to feed into your obikin spiral for funsies, tell me: what extra event would you have added to current canon (either to flavor the canon or to diverge it entirely) to have them get to an even more messed up relationship ? Cause like, I know it’s possible, but I’m curious if there’s anything you’d want to do to make them Worse™ for each other than they currently are

I can always count on you to be in my corner enabling my insanity. Love you bunches <3

As for an extra event for making them Worse™️. Steve Harvey Family Feud voice it’s gonna be killing off Padmé probably during her assassination attempt. Sorry girl!

Anakin’s mental stability for the foreseeable future (clone war especially) all kind of hinges on her and her sort of unconditional, unrepressed booktok romance novel boymom love (because girl heard he killed a bunch of children not once but TWICE and was still down to hit it). I think without that anchor anakin would be a lot more destructive and probably just implode a lot earlier. Especially because his mom would still die. He might not kill all the Tuskens but he also wouldn’t get the “don’t worry I still love you even when you slaughter innocents!” Affirmation LMAO

Obi-Wan’s whole thing is that he also loves with unconditional boymom love but his rigid orthodoxy prevents him from actually doing anything with it…it’s like a program that overrides native code to make it do another function lmao. I go off legends characterization for him and in it he’s simultaneously permissive and restrictive. He covers up all of Anakin’s shit (like in the book Rogue Planet 11 year old anakin explodes a man with his mind basically and obi wan just ignores it and pretends it never happened lmao) and then puts it out of mind because he truly believes that anakin will figure it out eventually (since he himself was a “problematic” padawan and figured it out). He’s like…one of those religious moms whose kid is gay but are in denial because “everyone feels like that obviously but I got over those feelings so my daughter will too” and wouldn’t be overtly homophobic but believes that it’ll get solved passively by higher power and are shocked when they bring their girlfriend over”. And all of this is wrapped up in a nice little bow where he always talks himself out of his first instinct (help/support/comfort anakin) and instead holds back to help him be “a good Jedi” because he doesn’t have the emotional tools to realize Anakin needs…Not That.

So all that said I think anakin would probably explode and things would get real bad. War’s hell, he gets no love from a wife, and his only emotional anchor is a guy who’s so repressed and lukewarm he shuts down any show of affection in favor of a lecture or “good Jedi behavior”.

I think their relationship would get…weird and unpleasant. Anakin would probably make bids for emotional connection early on and those would be met only occasionally in the context of like “we both survived x bad thing! Hug it out bro”. Which Obi-Wan obviously loves because it’s like affection in an appropriate Jedi context…Anakin would probably be essentially chasing after him like a stray puppy to a guy who will feed him but never actually take him home. Enough to physically survive but eventually it might start to look elsewhere for a warm bed and grow avoidant

Eventually though things start to take a decline and Palpatine’s influence starts to take root earlier because there’s no buffer and it’s way easier to be pushed over the edge when you’re basically in hell 24/7 and are starting to think no one cares about you/loves you. Anakin withdraws emotionally and gets all dark etc., Obi-Wan has no tools to figure out what to do, and so Anakin probably falls sooner and Palpatine will want to take advantage of that.

Idk what would happen after that but it would not be fun—and whatever happens it absolutely makes both of them worse LMAO

[grapenehifics]

WIP Wednesday

I'm going to start posting an Obikin Jurassic Park AU later this week, but in the meantime, here's a sneak peek of chapter 3!

“That was so cool!” Luke enthused, jumping up and down, the same way he had ever since he’d seen the helicopter on the landing pad at the San José airport. “Dad! Dad! Dad! Did you feel how fast we dropped? We went like – whoosh – and then like, like – whoosh – again” –

“What did you think, Leia?” Anakin asked, turning his attention to his daughter. She was holding his hand, but was being much quieter than her brother, which was not her custom.

“Do we have to ride it again when we go home?” she asked, looking up at him.

Anakin nodded. “To get back to the airport, yeah.”

She squeezed his hand a little tighter. “And then we’re going to fly back home to Grandma, and you have to go back to work, huh?”

Luke was busy pretending he was a helicopter, so Anakin momentarily had both hands free to scoop Leia up and into his arms. She was getting just a little too tall to be carried, and her legs dangled somewhere around his knees, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. “Yes, but let’s not think about that right now, all right?” Anakin murmured, and Leia nodded. “We get to have fun together all weekend first!”

Luke finally noticed no one was paying him any attention. “Dad,” he tried again, tugging on Anakin’s sleeve. “Who’re they?”

Anakin looked up. Dooku’s guys had picked them up at the airport, flown them here on the first helicopter ride any of them had ever been on, then put them in a Jeep and driven them to some sort of squat concrete building very much still under construction, and Anakin had been so busy enjoying seeing his kids for the first time in weeks that it had all passed as a sort of blur, but now, standing in the lobby of a large circular rotunda, the truth hit him like a ton of bricks.

Obi-Wan was here. Obi-Wan was about to meet Anakin’s kids. Dooku was here, too, and Anakin’s kids were about to meet Count Dooku, and they’d probably make a terrible impression, because they were ten, and neither Obi-Wan nor Dooku but especially Dooku seemed like men who suffered ten-year-olds lightly. Anakin had put ten years of work into protecting his family and his career both, and this one weekend had the power to bring the entire house of cards tumbling down.

If Anakin were a smarter man, he never would have mentioned his kids at all. Neither Obi-Wan nor Dooku would have known the difference. Nor would Luke or Leia. He might have missed his weekly Sunday check-in call, but he could have found some reason to explain why he needed to reschedule that. Costa Rica would have just been this weird blip in his summer that he didn’t tell his kids about. But no. He’d just been missing them so badly, and Dooku had mentioned kids, and Anakin had made that dumb joke, and the twins were on his brain, and the words had just come tumbling out, and Dooku, for some weird reason, had gone for it, and now here Anakin was, one ten-year-old dangling from his neck and the other making zoom-zoom noises with his mouth, standing in front of Doctor Obi-Wan Kenobi, full-time paleontology god and part-time secret love of Anakin’s life.

[nixie-deangel]

Author love!!!! What are the 5 favourite fics you’ve ever written and why?

💚💙💜💚💙💜 Nonnie, know I am laying the gentlest of kisses upon your forehead and hugging you tightly.

Honestly though Nonnie, I enjoyed writing all of these for a variety of reasons. Each piece I've written holds a special place to me. Also please know Nonnie I cried when I got thise because i've been feeling a little blah about my writing but I went back and reread these and remembered why I loved them while I was trying to figure out which of my works i would add to this because damn it was HARD narrowing it down to five once I started rereading my stuff. So you know what people you should take the time every now and again to reread your own stuff!

In no particular order, here are my favorites I've written:

You Make Me Bold, You Make Me Strong: DCEU, Clois, NSFW.

Perhaps, she thinks, maybe she’ll get him to come once more for her. Though, she muses as she tilts her head, watches the way he pants, the way he’s gripping the sheets — doing his level best not to tear or damage them — she could probably squeeze two more out of him. Before calling it a night and letting him rest. Yes, she decides and shifts, widening her knees, getting herself more balanced, she’ll get two more out of him before letting him float without flying. 

Why: Because Clark absolutely DESERVES to be railed by his petite wife and her collection of stap-ons! Like, come on! He's a good boy! He deserves to be rawed and turned into a crying, whiney, blubbering, over stimulated mess.

Didn't Know I Was Lost: Star Wars, Obikin, Modern AU.

No, no, he thinks and shakes his head before pinching himself harshly on his cheek. “Ouch,” he muttered to himself, opening his eyes as he ignored the sting. Swallowing, around the lump once again forming in his throat, he simply stares. Because Obi-wan was still there. Still wrapped up in a perfectly tailored suit and his long beige coat, sitting with no bag in front of his front door. Or both Obi-wan and Anakin both try to make a grand gesture, but only one of them succeeds at it. Also feelings are discussed.

Why: This was honestly a delight to write, despite the angsty bits of it. It kind of just poured out of me and was like my hands were possessed as the story just flowed onto the doc. Was also beyond fun to play around and pack in so much emotion to the only one bed prompt.

The Malfunction: The Flash, Coldflash, Modern/Model AU.

Because of course Iris had mentioned at the last family dinner that she had been asked to cover one of the hottest stories in Central. Barry just wishes he’d bothered to actually ask her which one because standing not ten feet from him is Leonard Snart, Barry’s ultimate celebrity crush and a personal hero of his. *AU where Len is a model and he meets awkward Barry, a tech at a photo shoot.

Why: I wrote this when I was dealing with some feelings about my body issues and this is what came out as a result of me just deciding to not give a fuck about other's opinions and being comfortable with myself! I specifically wrote it as coldflash though, because of Wentworth Miller, who's own statements about people commenting about his body, also helped me with mine.

I'll Be Your Guard Heart: TGM, Hangster, Shifter AU.

Jake only loses control when it comes to Bradley Bradshaw and he was okay with that.

Why: Because I needed Jake to be an absolutely petty, feral, over protective, possessive bitch that's hidden under a veneer of cocky asshole! Really though, it was fun to write. Fun to come up with. And it's been fun expanding upon! (because I am planning to add more to this universe eventually!) Plus it is my favorite thing I've written so far this year.

Uncovering the Meaning: The Flash, Coldflash, Soulmate AU.

“It doesn’t matter, Leo. The little freak wouldn’t love you anyway. No one could love you, boy!” Lewis taunted cruelly. Len felt himself flinch from the memory of his father’s voice from the nightmare that’d woken him up. He brought his left hand to rub at the deep scar on the left side of his chest, but after a moment, he simply laid his palm flat against it.

Why: This was the first thing I'd written in years that was longer than 2k, so it holds a special place in my heart. Plus I met my bestie @asexual-fandom-queen through writing this!

[tennessoui]

kit, are you watching the olympics? and if you are and if you have thoughts on how obikin would fit into it, what sport would they play?

i Am watching the olympics!! my family loves it (not to the level of making olympics themed food to snack on, but to the level where we all become experts in different sports overnight and talk loudly about each athlete's performances)

i feel like we've talked about obikin & the olympics before - i feel like there's some great au possibilities in obi-wan and anakin being in the same sport, different countries, and this is definitely obi-wan's last olympics because he's like. 36 and ancient now. and it's anakin's first olympics and he has the future ahead of him so there's tension there hidden in the lines of their smiles while they take pictures for the press and journalists keep talking about "is this kenobi passing on the torch to the newest GOAT?" kinda thing

but also i really like the idea of them like. separate sports, separate countries. obi-wan is an equestrian (horseback riding) & anakin is male gymnastics. they meet once in the breakfast line and obi-wan tells anakin he should try the pineapple and anakin can't stop thinking about it for the rest of the competition. the cameras catch him on his phone during the women's gymnastics slot and it blows up because who could anakin skywalker be texting so intently?? and he's just trying to learn everything he can about obi-wan kenobi online and through peers

meanwhile obi-wan and his horse boga are trying to sneak into the stadium where they're holding the men's gymnastics games. it's all fun and games until he sees the swell of anakin's biceps during the rings event. then it's not fun at all anymore and actually very very very distracting

[greyghoulclub]

WIP WEDNESDAY

A snippet from an obikin fic im writing, based on Baby Driver

For all intents and purposes, Anakin didn’t mean for this to happen. It was just one small job to pay off his family’s debts, and he was a free man. All he had to do was wait in the car outside the bank, nice and simple. But trouble seemed to keep an eye out for one Anakin Skywalker, and trouble came in the form of a redheaded man with a gun, yelling at him to start driving. Who was Anakin to refuse?

He weaved through the twisting streets of Corsucant City, pushing the speed limit as far as he could. The man in the back muttered about 10,000 dollars in cash into what looked like a burner phone. Anakin knew to keep his nose out of it. He’d been burned before.

Sirens blared from behind them, giving them chase. The man in the back told Anakin to step on it, his tone warning as to what would happen if Anakin didn’t. White-knuckling the wheel, he pressed on the gas pedal as much as he could, the car engine roaring with pressure. Anakin could feel the other man keeping a close eye on where Anakin was turning to throw off the police’s trail. If Anakin did manage to create a diversion, he looked pleased, as if he was appraising Anakin’s skills. They were racing towards an interchange in the middle of Corsucant, one of the busiest roads in the city, and it was easy to lose someone. Anakin saw two cars on the road that looked very similar to the nondescript black car he was driving, the corner of his mouth pulled into a small smile as he pulled the manoeuvre to get the police car to follow one of the other cars as he took the way towards the western edge of the city. His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror to see if no one was following them. In the all clear. But curiously, the man in the back seemed to be proud of how Anakin managed to pull off that trick, and he vocalised that too. It made Anakin feel a small flutter in his stomach but he didn’t want to look into that now.

“You’ve done this kind of driving before, haven’t you?” his passenger asked. He was looking directly into Anakin’s eyes via the rearview mirror. The other man had this way of speaking, it was charming, amicable even, but his eyes were analysing every move or expression Anakin made.

“I used to,” Anakin answered curtly, keeping his face neutral to the best of his ability. But the man in the back seemed to be able to tell that Anakin wasn’t telling the entire truth. And maybe Anakin was being too naive but felt he could trust this man. And even so, he did owe Anakin big time for getting away from the cops.

“I don’t think you’re telling me everything but either way, you’re good. Could use someone like you on my team, if you’re interested in a job,” something was slipped into Anakin’s pocket, but his gut told him not to look at it. Watto would know and his mother would be disappointed that Anakin was still involved with not-so-legal activities.

“Look where can I drop you off? Can’t risk having you in here for too long,” Anakin sighed, knowing he was in deep shit either way.

“Urscu district. You know the Outlander Club yes?” Anakin nodded, he’d been a patron of that club a few times, when money allowed. Anakin took a sharp left at a junction between the COMPNOR building and the Corsucant public library, heading into the entertainment district. It wasn’t long before he found the Outlander. The outside of the club was dark, the neon lights dimmed in the daylight. It would be an eyesore of colour once nightfall hit.

“Thank you for your help,” a wad of 100 dollar bills was slapped onto Anakin’s lap, “If you reconsider, call the number on the card, and ask for Kenobi.” The door to the car closed and the man disappeared into the club, leaving Anakin staring at the wad of cash he was left with and wondering how the hell he would explain this to his mother.

[that-gay-jedi]

im doubling down on shipping obikin after my friends called me gross. that is NOT a strictly father-son relationship it is the most confusing mix of feelings ever did we WATCH the same movies lmfao

Yeah there are some... western-centric elements to people automatically writing off master-padawan ships and shoehorning a religious order into westernized nuclear family roles is one of them. Only one of them I might add.

There's a really good post that goes around (I'm sure I reblogged it like... aeons ago) compiling a Twitter thread about how and why the master-apprentice bond turning sexual or romantic when they become equals is an established thing in some of the Asian cultures GL uhhh "borrowed" large parts of the Jedi from and specifically why obikin is not inherently deviant.

Although if writers want to select interpretations or source material wherein Anakin would have a complex, possessive, is-he-my-father-or-my-daddy relationship I'm not opposed (I have a post somewhere on the importance of defending deviancy, and how I could've easily been a self-hating anti if not for the exposure to various obikin voices, but as a mobile only tumblr it's unfindable lmao).

Ultimately (imho) the one common thread between all obikinville, regardless of individual preference for happy, tragic, codependent, wholesome, fluff, porn, kinky, vanilla, 1k word meta posts about their dynamic, fix it or break it more, etc etc etc, is that we're here for how insane they are about each other.

And there are a lot of ways those two are insane about each other, many of which are delicious in either a literary or a sexual fantasy sense (or both).

But back to your point yes the million trillion times when Anakin is NOT looking respectfully at Obi-Wan AT ALL, he spends more time undressing Obi-Wan with his eyes than he does Padme. That is noooot son behaviour. They can barely stop psychically fucking each other's brain-bussy long enough to fight this war.

And the 928768872796489282831 ways canon is like "THEY WERE SOULMATES!"

And yes they could platonically look at each other like the sole source of all that is good and bright in this universe (Force knows that's how I see my friends) and move in such perfect unison it's like they're one body and bicker like an old married couple but hey. They could also do that romantically. Sexually even. Queerplatonically. All the above.