#obikin wip

[sky-kenobye]

Fic idea that I've been obsessing over in the last couple of days:

TLDR: Obi-Wan gets dumped on his wedding day, Anakin suggests they get married instead to save Obi-Wan the humiliation (and money), he agrees, they get married and nobody realises the stunt they pulled (except for the few people they told), and they both realise that actually it's great to be married to each other and that they wouldn't have it any other way, and probably get their happily ever after.

(A lot more details under the cut for those who are interested!)

Obi-Wan is getting married to someone (I was thinking Satine at first but I don't want to bash on her just because she's in the way of my ship so let's say an original character 🤷), Anakin is his best man, and it's a kinda big and traditional wedding and they did the 'you can't see your bride until the ceremony' stuff, so Obi-Wan is already at the city hall(?), while the bride will be coming later, just before the start of the ceremony.

It's less than an hour before the start and some early guests are already getting there. One of the bride's guest (Padmé?) is arriving when she gets a phone call from the bride, telling her that the wedding is canceled, sorry for calling at the last minute but she had to call all the guests and she was the last one. At the same time Anakin is coming out of the building for whatever reason and Padmé is like 'wdym it's canceled? The best man is here, and I can see other guests!'. The bride kinda panicks and hangs up, and Padmé flags Anakin down to ask what's going on.

He's also baffled because Obi-Wan didn't say it was cancelled, he's ready to get married and everything and he saw him about 10 seconds ago. They try to call the bride back but she doesn't answer, then they try to call another guest of the bride that Padmé knows. She answers and they learn that apparently the bride called in the morning and said that Obi-Wan had cancelled the wedding and dumped her at the last minute and they were each calling their half of the guests to tell them not to show up (which is clearly a bunch of lies from the bride).

They go and explain all of this to Obi-Wan who's confused and angry and heartbroken. He manages to get on the phone with the bride who properly dumps him, and by that time there's very little time before the ceremony was supposed to start. Most of the (Obi-Wan's) guests are there, and it's kind of (very) humiliating to have to go in front of all these people that he knows and tell them "wedding cancelled, I've been dumped, you can go home", and on top of that it wasn't a super cheap wedding so that sucks, and the catering is already ready so he'll have to throw away a ton of food? Not a great situation.

So Anakin has an idea: what if they get married instead? It's crazy so Obi-Wan tries to argue against it:

We can't get fake married! Then let's get real married!

People will still know I've been dumped and I'm pathetically trying to save face! None of the bride's guests will be there so i doubt it.

It was still her name on the wedding announcement. Okay then, maybe she dumped you like idk a month ago and I took the opportunity to declare my secret love for you!

And we got married less than a month later? It's hard and expensive as shit to cancel a wedding on such a short notice so we took the opportunity! It's not so unrealistic for me and I could probably convince you to do it.

But then we'll be married. Yeah, so? There are worst things in the world.

Obi-Wan is skeptical but not saying no yet, and Padmé is like 'honestly coming from anybody else I'd think they lost it, but from you two? I can see it. Not even sure I'd be all that surprised tbh'.

Obi-Wan's not having a great time and getting married to Anakin sounds a thousand times better than telling people what actually happened so he says fuck it let's do it.

They form a quick battle plan: Obi-Wan will go talk to the officiant to change the bride's name to anakin's (is it legally possible in any country? Probably not but let's pretend it is and that the marriage is still valid), Anakin will find them new best men/women (probably quinlan for obi-wan and ahsoka for anakin? Or padmé since she's already in the loop) and brief them on the situation, and Padmé will find a ring that fits Anakin (she borrows one of the guest's, maybe Owen Lars'?).

Only a few minutes late, they come out in front of all the guests, do a quick speech explaining the unexpected change (with a few lies of course), and the ceremony begins. Everything goes smoothly, Obi-Wan improvises very moving (and actually 100% honest) wedding vows, Anakin is crying and forgot they needed wedding vows but manages to put a few sentences together which are equally as honest as Obi-Wan's and make people cry too (they think he forgot his vows because of the emotion). They put the rings on each other, kiss and all of that, and when they leave the building they're both beaming so wide that it doesn't occur to anybody to be suspicious, the grooms look so happy and in love!

Then it's time for the reception and everybody has a great time, the grooms have a very sweet first dance, and they're all over each other the entire evening, how adorable! And if they disappear for a little while (Obi-Wan may be happy to get married to Anakin but he still just got dumped, so he may want to have a few minutes to breath in a quiet corner and get a good hug) then everybody assumes they're making out in a closet or something. Owen laughs at them for forgetting the rings (which is what he assumes is the reason they needed his ring), and they get a lot of friendly ribbing for 'keeping their wedding a secret' from pretty much everybody.

And maybe after a few drink they do really disappear to make out and decide that marrying your best friend that you've always kind of been into without ever admitting it is pretty amazing actually.

#obikin #obikin wip #my writing #is it full of plot holes? probably #lets pretend it makes sense

[aberrantcreature]

✨🌸 How To Woo a Sith Lord - WIP Snippet 💖💐

Obi-Wan Kenobi trudged back to the dingy hotel on Corellia. Shoulders slumped and feet tripping slightly every few steps. Maybe continuing to drink while waiting for his date to show up wasn’t a good idea, but it’s not like he knew she’d ghost him! He waited at the diner for over an hour, holding out hope and then making excuses, until he finally realized he’d been well and truly ditched.

It’s a shame. For one, the friend he had made while him and Qui-Gon are on this long stake out mission said she was wonderful, and two, he had spent way too many credits on the bundle of imported, Alderaanian Flame-Roses currently loosely grasped in his hand.

Obi-Wan was fully aware of the Jedi code. He may still be just a padawan with 23 years of life experience in this galaxy, but the Jedi code had been well and hammered into him since before he could remember.

He knows attachment is bad or whatever, for reasons that he doesn’t understand. All he wanted was a date. To finally experience one like in the romantic holonovels and holofics he reads. Sure, a meal at some random, half broken down diner with a girl he’d never met on Corellia wasn’t his idea of stellar romantic ambience, but it was something.

Obi-Wan was a hopeless romantic, but he’d never tell anyone that. Quinlan knew, but only because he’s a kriffing nerfherder who goes through other peoples personal datapads and then judges them for the certain brands of fluff and spice they like to read.

Well, Obi-Wan supposed he at least couldn’t get in trouble even if Qui-Gon did find out. Technically, no date meant he couldn’t be lectured on attachment, so that was fine, he guessed.

Ugh.

#obikin #obikin au #obikin wip #obikin fanfic #fanfic wip

[to-proudly-go]

WIP SNIP

Thanks for the tag @spikybanana !!!

Also open tag for everyone if yall like 😘

Dad Vader/Anakin and slowburn Obikin LEZZGO (although it's really just a compilation of random ideas in a document rn 😩)

***

“Peace, little one,” Anakin whispers, and the near-forgotten notes of a lilting warm voice almost floats in the air, harmonizing with his own broken timber. “I am here."

His gloved thumb slides back and forth on Luke’s forehead, smoothing out the lines over bunched-up muscles.

“Nothing will hurt you here.”

As he comforts his son, in his mind unfolds long ago memories and sensations. The anxiety and fear in a place so unfamiliar and unknown, full of beings that distrusted him. The determination to stay near the singular Light that felt safe and welcoming, and the cold hard floor on his back as he dared to get as close as he could to the source of the warmth. His mind skirting on the edge of consciousness and feeling engulfed by gentle touches and reassurance. Then the surprise when he wakes up and is greeted by the sight of two blue eyes crinkling at the sides with the strength of their owner’s smile, and soft words to greet the day.

***

He will have time for guilt later. For now, Anakin hopes that he can give the precious bundle in his arms the same measure of love that he was also selflessly given that night - and many other nights after - so long ago.

#you know i just realized #this could be part of that redemption au art i worked on before #mayhaps i will continue that #wip game #obikin wip #star wars #obikin #dad vader #anakin skywalker #darth vader #obi wan kenobi #luke skywalker

[lea-noah]

ed. l e a n o a h | pin | dev

Obi-Wan freezes for a second, expression open, blinking, then a wide, ridiculously relieved smile (as if he just avoided a disaster no less) glows on his face, eyes filled to the brim with warmth and fondness, that his Master shows only to him and Anakin’s heart squeezes breathless at that realization.

“Of course Anakin. I'll be happy to help you. Thank you for trusting me with it.”

It doesn’t get better, as something warm and giddy bubbles in his lower stomach and he feels himself jittering under that disarming gaze at him. If he’s suddenly too hot, and his hands sweat or the tips of his ears reddens some more, Anakin is none the wiser.

Chosen: from the Ashes | Chapter 21

"Your smile feels like touching your heart"

[...] And I’m glad,” at this, he fixates his eyes heavily on the other man’s, “you were his Padawan, when you came to Tatooine, because otherwise you would have never become my Master and maybe, we would have never met.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin’s one and only Master, looks startled at that possibility. He shakes his head a bit, as if clearing it from pointless thoughts and takes his Padawan’s hand in both of his, holding it gently and firmly just as well.

“Thank you Anakin. I will remember this whenever those thoughts would come up again.”, he smiles back at him, with that careful, soft smile of his, wondrous and oh so special in Anakin’s opinion, because it feels and felt the few times he saw it in the past, all the same. Like touching Obi-Wan’s heart. Like he lets Anakin take a glance deep inside or take his heart all together.

Anakin loved that. Loves still and always will.

#obikin #obikin fanfic #obikin wip #ao3 fanfic #obi wan and anakin #obi wan kenobi #obi wan edit #pretty smile #anakin skywalker #in love #with that smile

[somethingsteff]

WIP Wednesday

I don't think I've done a WIP Wednesday before? So here we go. 😂 This is the beginning of the Nutcracker AU I should have done for Christmas this year!

Obi-Wan entered the kitchen in search for another bottle to fill his glass. At this point he wasn’t too particular about what alcohol was going into it, though he figured he should still keep to win this early on in the party. Besides, he thought he might get an earful from Satine and Padme if the caught him drinking scotch from a wine glass.

It's not that he wasn't having a perfectly lovely time - Satine and Padme always threw a wonderful Christmas party for all of their friends - but this year he hadn't been able to get time off work when his father was free for the holidays and it would be the first time they hadn't celebrated together in person since Obi-Wan moved from Stewjon to Coruscant. He couldn't help feeling particularly maudlin and homesick this year. Qui-Gon had tried to reassure his son that he could come visit Coruscant in the spring, but Obi-Wan still felt a little hollow.

#nutcracker au #wip wednesday #my wip #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obikin #obikin fanfic #obikin wip

[demon----dean]

WIP Wednesday!

Okay, technically Thursday in this part of Europe already, but you get the drift.

This is from a silly fic I am writing loosely based on this writing prompt:

"You, an evil sorcerer, decide to summon a demon. You expected a large, monstrous being, as was illustrated in the book, but are surprised to find a child. The demon you summoned is seemingly six and on their first summoning mission!" by @wordsnstuff

Let's make it modern Obikin, Obi-Wan is a grieving lawyer and baby!demon!Anakin is very eager to impress him. 😄 (He may or may not be also imprinting on Obi-Wan like a baby duck, who knows. ;))

Obi-Wan staggered back into the library, Qui-Gon’s favourite place in the house he guessed now belonged to him. 

He knew his father had been into the occult, and it was a petty thought to seek a spell, but Obi-Wan felt like he would go and do something unforgivable himself, if justice wasn’t served. 

He fumbled and eventually managed to open the secret compartment where the oldest and most precious books were hidden.

“Let’s see…” He mumbled, allowing himself to drop to the floor, the room spinning as the alcohol worked through his system. 

“Spells… Spells to have a good harvest, spells to attract romance… Summoning spell…” Wait. That might be the one he needed! 

He flipped to the right page and paled as he saw the evil creature with goat body, horns and sharp teeth staring back at him.

A demon.

He could summon a demon and make sure Maul didn’t walk free.

Obi-Wan shivered and rubbed his face, feeling incredibly guilty for not keeping to his usual calm and rationality. 

He was only half aware of going to the kitchen for another swing of the whiskey and herbs and candles required for the ritual. 

As he came to again, he was kneeling in the middle of the library, carpet pushed aside and the ancient book open next to him.

A sigil drawn in blood. 

He took a shuddering breath and cut his palm, careful as he dipped his index finger into the crimson liquid and started tracing the winding lines from the book onto the floor.

“Forgive me.” He mumbled to the ghost of Qui-Gon, undoubtedly watching over him from somewhere above and judging his inability to let go.

As Obi-Wan finished the sigil, he lit the candles and herbs, focusing his drunk brain to read the Latin enchantment.

His tongue felt heavy, and his voice trembled, but all the years at law school were paying off as his Latin was semi decent even intoxicated.

“Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!” He finished, his heart beating as the temperature seemed to suddenly drop and then rise fast.

The ground under him was quaking.

Oh no. What is this blood thirsty creature tears me apart and won’t listen to my commands? He wondered in panic as the sigil started to glow. 

Well, it was too late to turn back now. Whatever sort of monster he had called to this dimension, he would have to face it.

The lights flickered rapidly, between one blink and the next, there was a figure standing before him. 

The figure…

Was a small boy, dressed in rags. He had a bowl cut and round cheeks. He looked adorable and innocent, except for the unnatural golden eyes and small black stubs peeking out from the hair on top of his head.

Obi-Wan instantly felt himself sobering, almost as if he had been dunked in ice water. 

“What is thy bidding, my master?” The boy asked in a tone way too serious for his high voice, and got down on one knee. 

Obi-Wan gaped and tried to decide if maybe he should just run. Or more likely he was still extremely drunk and hallucinating. But it was a child! He couldn’t possibly ask of him what he had intended!

“I… I wanted… This horrible man, Maul, he… He took my father for me and I sought revenge in my rage. I see now that I was wrong. I would never ask you to hurt him or anyone else.”

The boy looked confused and a bit nervous now.

“Master, I am very capable. I can fetch his head for you!”

“Jesus, stop that. Stop calling me Master and stop… Stop talking about murder so casually. Please rise.” Obi-Wan pleaded, his head throbbing.

"Rise, my Master?"

"Yes, rise and... And sit on the couch. Yes. I shall make us some tea." Obi-Wan spoke with more confidence than he felt.

Dear lord, was he really inviting the demon child over for tea?

It would seem so.

#very raw #and not edited properly or beta read #so all mistakes are mine #obikin wip #wips #wip wednesday #demon!anakin #modern au

[exonerin]

In Your Dreams [AO3 | Obikin]

The first chapter of In Your Dreams is posted on AO3.

Tags: Top Obi-Wan Kenobi / Bottom Anakin Skywalker / Dreamwalking / Merman Anakin Skywalker / Mermaids / Pining / Dreamsharing

Synopsis:

Anakin can't sleep. Nightmares haunt him, and these new nightmares about old hurts are somehow worse than dreaming of an endless war. He drowns when he closes his eyes.

Obi-Wan knows it's a terrible idea, but his former Padawan wastes away. He'll do what he must -- even if it's willful defiance of a code he has sworn to uphold. So, he uses the gossamer-thin, tattered remains of their training bond to enter Anakin's dreams.

In his dreams, Anakin is a drowning merman. Obi-Wan decides to solve these nightmares by teaching Anakin how to swim. Anakin's complaints that children of the desert don't swim fall on deaf ears.

Reality, nightmares, and hidden fantasies blend until Anakin can't tell what's real anymore.

Update Schedule:

I decided to just post the first chapter after I finished it since I only plan 3/4 chapters for this. I'm thinking 24k words.

Chapter 2 will at its latest be published next Monday.

#obikin #obikin fic #obikin wip #ao3 fanfic #obikin fanfic #Anakin is a mermaid who doesn't swim #because it's dramatic #And Obi-Wan uses underhanded tactics to get Anakin to follow his swimming lessons #It's the usual

[lady-evelin]

I saw this image on Twitter and it was impossible not to write something like that, it's just a draft but in a few days I'll finish it 😉.

On my Twitter, I wrote a mini-threat where Obi-Wan is preparing a barbecue to meet his daughter's boyfriend, but when he meets him, it is the same Alpha that he slept with on Friday night and who impregnated him. I know... I don't know how it occurred to me.

Obi-Wan was sad; his puppy was going to college, and she was going to leave him alone. The omega had had Padmé when he was 20 years old; it happened with his first boyfriend when he was studying at university; both were young and naïve. Obi-Wan had a rut by not taking his suppressors, so when he came out of his haze of pleasure, he knew weeks later that he was pregnant. His boyfriend told him to have an abortion or he was going to quit, but Obi-Wan refused and decided to have the baby. He left town to start a new life without being judged and started working. It was hard at first, but little by little, he started earning money to support himself.

Obi-Wan thought about giving the baby up for adoption; he didn't feel able to take care of another life, but when he held the little Padmé in his arms, he changed his mind. Since then, it's always been the two of them. Obi-Wan thanked heaven that Padmé showed up as Beta; life was so much easier without subjecting himself to violent rut or forced bites.

Obi-Wan and Padmé got along well; they told each other everything and always supported each other. Padmé had told him that she would like Obi-Wan to go out with someone and go on dates. Now that she was going to college, she didn't want Obi-Wan to be left alone and sad. At first, Padmé wasn't going to go to college and was going to stay by Obi-Wan's side, but the Omega convinced her not to risk her future for him. Padmé was going to go to the university in the city so that she could visit Obi-Wan every weekend or whenever possible.

So weeks after Padmé left, Obi-Wan began to suffer from empty nest syndrome. His omega begged to have a puppy in his arms, someone to take care of.

Obi-Wan had a good job, earned enough to afford certain luxuries, and had saved up enough not to work for years. So he came up with a great idea in his desperation.

He was going to have more puppies, so he would never feel lonely.

The omega, despite being 38 years old, was very well cared for; there was no shortage of those who wanted to woo him, but Obi-Wan never wanted to have a stranger near Padmé. Now that his puppy was gone, Obi-Wan was longing for a baby, but not a companion. He didn't feel ready to be claimed or live with someone else.

So one Friday night, Obi-Wan was going to go to a bar to sleep with someone and get pregnant. At his age, his rut was irregular, so he took a little drug to start his heat today and have a better chance of getting pregnant. He just wanted it to last one night, all anonymously. Padmé texted him, saying she would visit him on Sunday to introduce him to her new boyfriend. Obi-Wan replied that it was no problem and that he was going to have a barbecue in the garden so that everything would be enjoyable and they would have a great time.

Obi-Wan, after grooming himself and putting an anti-bite collar on his neck to avoid any incident, took a taxi and went to a bar somewhat far away. He didn't want to find someone he knew and make everything uncomfortable. The bar was a bit crowded, but you could walk around. Obi-Wan attracted eyes either because of his appearance or because of his pre-heat omega smell, which was getting stronger and stronger. Obi-Wan went to the bar to have a drink and let himself be carried away in the atmosphere. The raucous music sounded like everything it gives. As time went on, Obi-Wan began to get bored; all he got was Betas!

He wanted to sleep with an Alpha to give himself more chances to submit and get pregnant; he didn't want to risk leaving that place without a baby in his womb.

Obi-Wan was about to leave that place; his rut and drinks had him a little dizzy, but not so much that he lost his mind or fell into the arms of any stranger, when he felt a tingling in his spine. Curiosity got the better of him, and he turned around to see who was watching him. He was found as a man about Padmé's age walked straight towards him.

From his body structure and some muscles, in addition to that domineering aura, Obi-Wan knew he was an Alpha, even though he was too young, but that didn't matter to him anymore if that young and handsome Alpha got him pregnant; he wasn't going to refuse.

He was dressed in ripped jeans and a black shirt with the first three buttons open, showing his collarbone and his slightly tanned skin. Obi-Wan felt himself being eaten by those piercing blue eyes. His face looked familiar, but the alcohol and heat didn't let him think clearly. The tingling that Obi-Wan feels between his legs becomes more and more delicious.

Obi-Wan holds the gaze of the strange Alpha, his eyes dark with passion, as he approaches the Omega, asking permission to sit next to him. They chat for a bit while the young man buys Obi-Wan a drink, who gladly accepts it. The Alpha, Anakin, didn't tell him his age, but Obi-Wan at this point didn't care anymore; he didn't pay attention to him since all he needed from him was his seed and knot. Obi-Wan felt dizzy from his rut and the alcoholic beverage; he hadn't drunk in a long time, and it was taking its toll on him.

But before connecting the dots in his confused mind, Anakin took the audacity to caress Obi-Wan's cheek, then brushed his thumb against his lower lip and bent down to kiss him. The Omega's entire body feels on fire; Anakin's body covers Obi-Wan's completely as he takes the opportunity to stick his tongue in his mouth without resistance. The Omega lets himself be carried away by his instincts and reaches out to run a hand through his partner's soft, curly hair.

Anakin runs his hand along Obi-Wan's neck, growling angrily when he feels the anti-bite collar, then down to his chest, passing through an erect nipple through the soft material of the omega's blouse. Obi-Wan groaned at this, wanting Anakin to stay a while longer playing with his nipples, but raised his mischievous hand to hold Obi-Wan's head tightly. Without breaking the kiss.

Obi-Wan moaned softly as the kisses deepened, feeling Anakin's other hand move up to his hips, massaging his thumb in gentle circles, then head towards his ass, squeezing it and maneuvering him until the Omega sat on Anakin's leg.

#obikin #obikin au #ao3 fanfic #obikin fanfic #yaoi bl #first draft #anaobi #omega obi wan #bottom obi wan #omegaverse #mommywan #alpha and omega #alpha Anakin Skywalker #Obikin Wip

[the-crooked-library]

wip wednesday words with:

badideabigmistake.odf

Hi hi hi this is really late, but I am getting through these asks if it kills me y'know? Thank you so very much for the kick I needed (or sorely did Not need, depending on how you look at it) to get started!

It is much later now, just over a decade since they saw each other last. Anakin – no. Darth Vader has a nightmare; and, like a fool, Obi-Wan wakes up and reaches.

The action is instinctive. It’s reflex – muscle memory, if a metaphor was to be permitted. First, he is asleep; then, there is the icy sensation of a familiar fear (which is, nevertheless, not his own) – hammering at the back of his head. He’s projecting a groggy reassurance through the Force before he even opens his eyes.

For a moment – however brief and confusing – he is back on Coruscant. Beneath him, there is a narrow Temple bed; his quarters are dark, though never fully; and the sprawling, glittering city lives its cacophony of noise and movement just outside his window, ever-wakeful.

Obi-Wan almost smiles at the memory, before his senses strip the delusion from his mind.

#wip wednesday #delayed entry #crookedwriting #wip #star wars #this is so so late but i was so busy #obikin #obikin wip

[holly-bearie]

sparring with your master who you are totally normal and absolutely not insane about

i believe with my whole heart that obiwan blushes up to his hairline and down his chest bc its Cute

#this one is staying a WIP bc my wrist hurts T0T #obikin #my art #anakin skywalker #obiwan kenobi

[human-rocket]

quick- tag what they’re arguing about

#my art #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars fanart #obikin #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw #disaster lineage #this is actually a wip of a comic I’m working on #but it’s taking forever so here you go

[oh-biwan]

Touch my lungs, take my breath

Inspired by @predator-padawan's pleasure, little treasure 🖤 The thought of using the Force to touch the insides, the utter invasion, nowhere to recoil from it, and instead just taking it... this fucked with my brain on so many levels and snugly rooted itself in a dark corner of my mind.

#vaderwan #obikin #obi wan kenobi #darth vader #anakin skywalker #oh.art #pleasure little treasure #this was sitting in my drafts for too long! thinking about it now‚ I already had the first wip even before creating this side blong. #I guess it wouldn't be far fetched to say‚ that reading PLT made me want to create a new blog #for some of the more unhinged stuff that a girlie feels the need to create from time to time

[aberrantcreature]

WIP Wednesday - How To Woo a Sith Lord 💐💖

- Chapter 2 Snippet -

“Vader.”

“Count.”

“Everything has finally been organized for the siege, and Sidious wants it initiated at soon as possible. You need to-“

It was not like the count to stutter in his words. He was the most well spoken person Vader had ever met. The younger sith followed his gaze to the shelf on the rooms viewport. More specifically, the glass vase of Alderaanian roses that sat on it.

“Why do you have those?”

Not ‘what are those’ or ‘where did you get those’ because Dooku did not speak more then he had to.

“They were given to me.”

Dooku arched a brow at the absurdity of the statement no doubt, but it was no less true.

‘Yes. A young padawan who looked barely legal and was drunk off his ass gave me the bouquet he just so happened to have because he thought I was sexy. Then, because there must be something wrong with me, I felt a twinge in my heart. But don’t worry, it was not endeared compassion. I just knocked him out before he could hurt himself or someone else could hurt him, and carried him back to safety. It was pity fueled, don’t worry. Trust me.’

Yeah, right.

#obikin #fanfic wip #obikin snippet #obikin wip #fan fic writing #writing wip #wip wednesday

[magnusbae]

The first time they share a bed, actually share, not collapsed after a feverish fucking or exhausted into nothingness after an endless battle, but a real get ready for sleep, bedtime routine and all—Anakin cannot stop moving.

Restless and uncomfortable, he is hyper aware of every dent in the mattress, every ruffle of the sheets. His mind is not numbed by an orgasm or a complete fatigue, instead it's left to boil with awareness, with unrest.

"Anakin." Obi-Wan sounds only a little annoyed. The man is exhausted, Anakin doesn't need their bond to hear that. He is tired and in need for sleep. "What is the matter?" he still finds it within himself to ask, sounding genuine enough, concerned enough.

"Noth—" Anakin begins, and thinks better of it when Obi-Wan's silhouette tenses up, a barely there shift in the shoulders. Tonight is not the night in which he wishes to test his Master's patience, not when they both are so clearly not up for bickering.

Anakin sighs, admitting, with no small amount of embarrassment in his hushed voice "—I usually sleep on the right side…" It's close enough to the truth, he thinks, cheeks warming.

A moment of silence is broken by a muffled and genuinely amused snort. His Master doesn't even pretend it was a cough. He just laughs.

"Oh Anakin." Obi-Wan sighs once his shoulders stop shaking with his silent mirth, sounding painfully affectionate.

"Master! You—" Anakin's protests are cut short by a pair of strong hands, maneuvering him easily to the right side of the bed. Anakin can practically feel the huff of laughter against his neck when he is drawn closer, back pressing snugly against Obi-Wan's chest.

"Better?" his Master purrs against his ear.

Yes. Yes, better.

"Thank you, Master."

The smile in his voice is so obvious, laid bare. He sounds like a besotted fool. With how easily a mere hug could easen all of his uncertainties, lighten all of his concerns— perhaps he is.

"Good." his Master takes it for the answer that it is, pressing his nose against Anakin's nape and exhaling a gentle: "Good night, Dear One".

The wrong side of the bed was the least of Anakin's worries and even that is forgotten in the sleep that soon follows. So easily. He smiles.

#I don't know why I just hoard those snips in my writing app and then forget all about them #it's been there for 5 months #I keep thinking i'll actually elaborate on those scenes but i never do so lmao #obikin #obikin fic #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #buns.w #buns.all #Anakin #Obi Wan #Star Wars #it's not the same wip i referred to in a previous post but figured i might post this one :)

[lea-noah]

orig. GIF | ed

Chosen: from the Ashes | Chapter 2

Thinking about it, about his Master, is the sole string keeping his mind still whole somehow, yet it’s making it ache just the same. He tightens his grip on it and Obi-Wan becomes his last strand of sanity, his sole means of salvation, for he finds himself suddenly wanting to hear that voice again. To make sure his master is alright. Even though he has also the feeling he forgot about something important. Or more things.

It matters not.

Once he’ll see, he’ll meet his Master, everything will be fine. The blind belief in that is so strong, it gives him strength to overtake anything, even the whole universe trying to wipe him out of existence.

He needs to see Obi-Wan and he will.

Kark the universe.

It’s not like it’s the first time it works against him.

Though this time it’s bantha-headed as heck, if not tougher. Anakin is just as stubborn and he’s hellbent to win this, with his last breath, if it’s necessary.

(well his usual)

"Chosen: from the Ashes" | by Lea Noah cover | about | sum | ao3

Chapter 1 | on tmblr | sum | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Chapter 2 sum | 1 | 2 | 3 |

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[somethingsteff]

Is there, perhaps, a snippet of It Takes a Village you could share?

Absolutely! The snippet is under the cut, but here's a quick summary-

When Obi-Wan's best friend is killed in a car accident he suddenly finds himself tasked with raising her baby and has no idea how he's supposed to manage. Thankfully he's got his father and sister to help, and unexpected - but not unwelcome - support from his sisters best friend, Anakin. He eventually figures out this whole parenting thing, and along the way finds the kind of love that makes everything worthwhile.

The snippet takes place in the first chapter when everything is still very rocky and unstable. Also, Liam is the name I went with for Owen and Beru's son.

Thank you so much for the ask! 💖💖💖💖 I'm still really nervous about this being Enough (will the chapters be long enough, will the writing be good enough, etc etc.) but I'm also excited to start sharing this! My current plan is to wait until I have the whole thing written before I start posting chapters because I'm so inconsistent with when I write and it would only give me anxiety. This way it's all fun and I'll be able to update it weekly when I do post it to ao3.

Settling baby Liam with Anakin and Korkie, Shmi swept over to Obi-Wan to give him a fierce hug and comforting kiss on the cheek. “I thought little Korkie might like making a new friend, and Cliegg and I have Liam for the day,” she settled down next to Obi-Wan on the couch and opened the container of cookies in a silent command before placing them on his lap.

“I think that’s an excellent idea, Shmi,” Obi-Wan smiled and leaned into her the slightest bit. Anakin marveled at how she could comfort seemingly anyone.

Anakin scooted closer to the couch to give the two young boys more space to play with their blocks and sat leaning against the arm with his thigh brushing Obi-Wan’s feet. He watched Shmi’s eyes zero in on the contact and her face lift in a small smile.

“So, Ani, Qui-Gon tells us you’ve been very helpful with Korkie.” Despite any teasing in her voice, Shmi was extremely proud of her son for his kind gestures.

“Oh yes, Anakin has been a great support. He’s connected so well with Korkie, I truly don’t know what I would do without him,” Obi-Wan lifted his hand and settled it on Anakin’s head for a moment, tousiling his bronze curls.

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