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infernaleikon · 1 year

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oooh, what about The Moment in the fashion au where Anakin gets his makeover and obi is just. stunned speechless. bonus points for padme in that au!

soooooo, this has taken me an age and a half. it's not really a "makeover" tbh but i hope you like it anyway!!

this is also my first fill for my obikin bingo card, for the "office au" @obikin-events.

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editor-in-chief obi-wan and assistant anakin | (4.2k)

Obi-Wan scowls at his watch as he makes his way through the office space. He swallows down the groan that’s been building up in his chest, refusing to let his growing irritation and impatience echo around him. There is no need to involve any of the staff in his souring mood. It’s not like any of them can do anything about it, anyway. The only who can is, incidentally, also the one who brought it on.

Anakin was supposed to go over the budget report with him thirty minutes ago. Obi-Wan is used to Anakin being a bit liberal in interpreting set appointments between them but he’s never actually been this late to any of them before. And whenever something had come up, he’d notified Obi-Wan in time, and vice versa.

Now, Obi-Wan can’t even reach him because Anakin—uncharacteristically—left both his tablet and phone, and his headset at his desk. He’s not answering his personal phone either. And he’s nowhere to be found.

Obi-Wan exhales deeply. It’s been a long day and the cursed budget report is the last thing he wants to do, but it’s also the last thing he has to do today before he can go home. The thing remains the bane of his existence and the only thing—the only one—who gets him through it is Anakin.

It’s not like Obi-Wan can’t go through the report alone. He has plenty of times until—

He smooths out his cuff.

—until one day Anakin had noticed how tedious Obi-Wan found it and joined him to get through it faster, presumably. Since then, it’s become something like a ritual, a pocket of time just for them: Anakin always blocks off more time than they would really need if they worked through it diligently. Except their conversations always drift off to other topics, growing into discussions about this thing or that, before they’d return to the task at hand.

It’s Obi-Wan’s guilty pleasure. He rather selfishly has not yet told Anakin that it’s not part of his job to—well, to basically hold Obi-Wan’s hand while he’s suffering through the budget report. For all that they see each other every day and spend so much time together, it’s rarely just the two of them and even rarer still a conversation that doesn’t revolve around some issue concerning the magazine.

Obi-Wan has quickly learned that he quite likes having Anakin’s undivided attention. And their budget report meetings give him just that.

So it’s not that he can’t do it by himself. It’s that he doesn’t want to.

It’s also that Anakin was supposed to grab the report.

Obi-Wan is just about to resign himself to a long night at the office when he hears Anakin’s laughter as he passes the Closet. The sound skitters down his spine in a pleasant tingle. A woman’s answering laugh joins Anakin’s.

Irritation bubbles in Obi-Wan’s gut. Anakin was supposed to meet him a half hour ago. Instead, he’s in the Closet doing—something. With someone.

At least he’s not in the utility closet, a treacherous little voice in his head soothes.

Taking a deep breath in, Obi-Wan pushes through the glass doors of the Closet.

The admonishment dies on his tongue the second he rounds one of the clothes racks and spots Anakin standing in the middle of the dressing area.

“No, no, no,” the petite woman standing right in front of him is saying, words catching on a laugh. She reaches up and undoes the first few buttons of the pale blue dress shirt Anakin’s donning. Her fingers graze the skin of Anakin’s throat and the bob of his Adam’s apple is visible even from where Obi-Wan is standing. “You don’t want to look like a stuck up econ major.”

Anakin laughs. “Maybe stuck up econ major is exactly my style,” he says as he tips his head down to look at her.

A snort makes Obi-Wan turn his head. Aayla is stretching on one of the chaise lounges. “No self-respecting econ major would be caught dead wearing what you usually wear.”

“She’s right,” the woman in front of Anakin says as he starts rolling up one of his sleeves.

Obi-Wan recognizes her. Padmé Amidala, a young, rapidly rising politician, who’s the subject of their coming issue’s editorial. Obi-Wan had met with her a few days ago to talk about some details, and she’d been slated for a dress rehearsal today. It would explain why she’s here.

And why Anakin got distracted and forgot about the budget report. He’s been mooning over her since the first time she stepped foot in the building.

Obi-Wan ignores the tight-cold-hot feeling behind his ribs.

“Fine, okay,” Anakin huffs with a small head shake and a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He rolls the other sleeve up to his elbow, exposing the sinewy stretch of his forearm. Obi-Wan’s mouth is suddenly dry. “It’s definitely not my style. I could do stuck up econ major, though. Stuck up econ majors couldn’t do me.”

Obi-Wan clears his throat and decidedly does not think about anyone doing Anakin.

Anakin’s eyes flicker up to meet his, and Obi-Wan can see the exact moment he realizes.

“Oh, shit,” Anakin says empathetically. “The budget report—”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan says. He crosses his arms over his chest and raises his eyebrows. “I’m glad you have not forgotten about it entirely. Though I suppose this…” Obi-Wan tips his head to indicate their surroundings, “is more entertaining.” It comes out more sardonic than he means it but Anakin’s slight wince, the way he ducks his head and passes a hand over the back of his neck, feels oddly satisfying.

“It’s my fault, actually,” Padmé interjects.

I’m sure it is.

She smiles apologetically at Obi-Wan. Her hand is on Anakin’s biceps as if to soothe him and she’s standing half in front of him, like she’s shielding Anakin from Obi-Wan. It’s a ridiculous thought, of course, but their proximity to one another grates on Obi-Wan’s nerves like few other things do.

He’s being irrational. It’s become an odd pattern.

“Please.” Obi-Wan waves her words away with a smile that feels fake. “You are far lovelier company than I am, I’m sure. It’s no wonder Anakin got sidetracked.”

Anakin scowls lightly, eyes darting from him to Padmé, and then to his feet, as if he’d been caught in something. A beautiful, rosy pink flush rises to his cheeks, the way it always does when Anakin is embarrassed or caught off guard.

Obi-Wan almost feels bad.

Almost.

Padmé steps away from Anakin then, revealing his full outfit. The pale blue button down is tucked into a perfectly fitting pair of black dress pants. Black suspenders with silver clasps run along his torso, emphasizing the lines of Anakin’s upper body. The clothes show off his trim waist and the width of his shoulders. The open collar that allows tantalizing glimpses of his clavicle and throat, and the rolled up sleeves make him look casual with an almost understated, effortless elegance, similar to and yet wildly different from Anakin’s usual style.

Obi-Wan’s mouth is suddenly as dry as the Tatooine deserts.

Anakin spreads his arms a little. When he meets Obi-Wan’s gaze there’s something akin to a challenge in the upward tilt of his chin, but his eyes keep fluttering away and he’s chewing on his bottom lip, the dusky blush still faint on his cheeks.

“Doesn’t he look fantastic?” Padmé asks with a little, excited clap of her hands.

Obi-Wan tries to gather spit in his mouth to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “You look―”

A few things cross his mind none of which he can utter in a professional environment without getting slammed with a sexual harassment case, rightfully so.

“Dashing,” he finishes, rather lamely, he supposes. Dashing doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Anakin rolls his eyes at him but his flush darkens a bit. “Please rein in the compliments.”

“I can hardly contain myself,” Obi-Wan returns with a wry smile. His mouth still feels dry.

“It is quite a glow-up,” Aayla chimes in as she sits up, crossing her legs at the ankles. She grins at Anakin good-naturedly before propping her chin on her palm. “You don’t look like a dumpster racoon anymore.”

“Yeah?” Anakin says and raises his brows at her. “What do I look like now, then?”

Aayla tilts her head from side to side as if to ponder. “Like a regular racoon,” she decides with a shit-eating smirk. “Still a pest.”

Obi-Wan sees Anakin bristle and Aayla’s smirk widen. They squabble like siblings, and Anakin always rises so easily to her bait. It’s as entertaining as it is exasperating, at times.

“May I ask what brought this… makeover on?” he asks before the two of them can really get into it.

“Oh, I asked about Anakin’s wardrobe choices and when he said that he’s embarrassed about working here, I asked him to show me how he’d dress otherwise,” Padmé answers. She’s made her way over to the shoe rack, probably to pick out a fitting pair for Anakin’s outfit.

Obi-Wan barely registers it, though. He glances at Anakin. “You’re embarrassed working here?”

“No!” Anakin says hastily. His gaze skitters away as he turns and slips on his sneakers.

“Oh,” Padmé says again. “No, that’s not―”

Obi-Wan doesn’t want to hear Padmé’s explanation, though. He wants to hear Anakin’s. But Anakin is busy bustling around to collect his own clothes. He grabs the binder with the budget report before straightening. His eyes don’t meet Obi-Wan’s eyes once.

“I’ll bring back the clothes later,” Anakin says over his shoulder to Aayla. He nods at Padmé and then beelines for the door as if someone was chasing him.

“He’s not―” Padmé starts again when Obi-Wan turns to say his goodbyes but stops, wincing. He smiles at her, and it feels just as fake as before.

“Have a nice evening,” he says instead of waiting for a more detailed explanation, and leaves.

Anakin is already in his office when Obi-Wan gets there. He’s moving around the room as if hounded by something, all jerky motions and hasty gestures while he gathers pens, colored sticky notes, and other stationary they might need.

Obi-Wan gives himself a moment to watch him, take him in with the changed clothes, and how he looks in this space now.

Anakin is striking. He’s always been―Obi-Wan knew that boy was trouble from the first moment they met. The clothes have never taken anything away from Anakin’s odd charisma, have never made him less beautiful. And yet, there’s a subtle change to him now, in this new attire. Obi-Wan is certain he wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t worked closely with Anakin every day, and even so it’s hard to pin down exactly.

He looks, inexplicably, as if part of him has been revealed.

A number of questions rattle around in Obi-Wan’s skull, one more pressing than the other, and all just as desperate and anxious. Something in him wildly roars at the thought that Anakin is embarrassed working at Jedi, and it begs him to ask, to implore, to find a way to make Anakin comfortable. Because, that part of him says, if he’s embarrassed, it’s only a matter of time before he leaves.

Obi-Wan swallows every question that threatens to fall off the tip of his tongue. It’s not his place to pry into something that’s clearly personal and private. Especially as Anakin’s boss.

“Anakin,” he says gently.

Anakin barely glances up before his gaze skitters away again. “I’ll order some food from Dex’s and then we can get started on the report.”

“It’s late,” Obi-Wan reminds him. Outside, the approaching evening casts the facades of the highrise buildings in the first blue hues of the night. “There’s no need for you to stay. Go home.”

“No. I know you’re going to sit here and go through this thing until it’s done,” Anakin says, dropping the collected items on the low table in front of the couch.

“Well, yes―”

“Yes, and it’s my fault that you have to stay late, so I’ll help you get it done faster,” Anakin argues as he moves back to Obi-Wan’s desk.

Obi-Wan smooths a hand over his beard. Anakin always works doggedly to fix mistakes he thinks he’s made, often with such obstinate insistence that he runs himself ragged in an attempt to prove―something. It has blown up in his face on occasion and created―not a problem, per se, rather―a…situation that Obi-Wan has needed to fix. Anakin’s red face and clenched jaw has always set his teeth on edge in these moments but he still doesn’t understand how to help him…or what even makes Anakin react to perceived mistakes the way he does.

“That’s very kind of you,” Obi-Wan starts. “But I can’t ask you to stay late to do this. It’s not part of your job.”

He sees Anakin’s jaw work as he stares at a point between his hands on the desk. With a deep inhale, Anakin says, “I’m your assistant. It’s right there in my job title that I’m here to assist you.” Anakin meets his eyes now with a stubborn set to his mouth.

Obi-Wan barely manages to bite back a groan.

“Besides,” Anakin adds and grabs the phone, already dialing, “I wouldn’t get free food if I went home now.”

Before Obi-Wan can say anything, the person on the other end picks up and Anakin gives them the order. He rattles it off smoothly, getting everything Obi-Wan would order from Dex’s for himself, and it makes something hot pour through Obi-Wan’s ribcage. Obi-Wan allows himself a moment to enjoy the feeling of its warmth spreading through his body.

“Just don’t leave stains on the pages or Jocasta will have my head,” he huffs after Anakin’s hung up the phone.

Anakin grins at him like he’s going to attempt just that.

An hour later they’re—uncharacteristically—almost done with the task at hand and in a—more or less surprising—turn of events, it’s not the report that has Obi-Wan clinging to the last, gossamer-thin shred of his sanity.

Anakin is walking up and down in front of the couch table and gesturing as he talks, and Obi-Wan has found himself practically on eye-level with his ass. And for the first time since Obi-Wan has known Anakin, his ass is not covered by a plaid shirt or lost in shapeless, baggy pants.

The black dress pants fit Anakin like a glove, accentuating his waist and hugging his ass and thighs nicely. Obi-Wan definitely doesn’t think about how firm and biteable they look.

The sleeves of the dress shirt wrap neatly around his biceps and the fabric stretches across his shoulders whenever Anakin gestures wildly. It’s not tight by any measure but it’s perfectly fitted to the planes of his torso. Obi-Wan hasn’t thought of Anakin as lanky, really, but his usual wardrobe does a good job at hiding his frame, his build, and while Obi-Wan can’t say he’s surprised by Anakin’s actual physique, he’s…enticed. Inappropriately so.

It doesn’t help that the pale blue of the shirt brings out his eyes and the warm tones of his skin.

It’s impossible to look away from him.

So, really, it’s all of Anakin that has Obi-Wan keeping a white-knuckled grip on his composure.

“Okay—what?” Anakin snaps. He halts his pacing and crosses his arms over his chest defensively. Obi-Wan tries—and fails—not to notice how the sleeves stretch around the flex of his biceps.

Obi-Wan lifts his gaze from Anakin’s arms to meet his eyes. Smoothing his face into a mask of mild confusion, he says, “Pardon?”

Anakin looks at him like he’s calling bullshit. “You’ve been staring at me the way you stare at—at models or mockups or―or photoshoots that you don’t like,” he accuses, shoulders rising minisculely. The furrow between his eyebrows deepens with his frown but the line of his mouth looks―unhappy. “So, what is it? Do you not like the outfit?”

“Apologies,” Obi-Wan says. Anakin scowls and drops his gaze to stare at the low table. His arms remain crossed, however, in a manner that appears significantly like he’s trying to shield himself. Obi-Wan winces inwardly and tries again. “I apologize, Anakin. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Anakin quirks a brow and shrugs. “You didn’t,” he says, full of false bravado, as he raises his eyes again without meeting Obi-Wan’s, instead letting his gaze drift to look outside the windows.

Obi-Wan takes in his profile: the barely perceptible downwards slant of the corner of his mouth, the tension in jaw, the slight furrow of his brows. Anakin rarely shows discomfort or soft vulnerability, though he’s open with his other—loud, bold, deep—emotions.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan implores softly. He waits until Anakin, with some reluctant hesitance, turns to meet his eyes. “I do like the outfit. I was looking―or staring, I suppose―because you look―”

“Like a fraud?” The tone of his words drips mocking self-deprecation.

Obi-Wan bites back a sharp rebuke. “Comfortable,” he finishes, ignoring Anakin’s mocking words. “Like you’re comfortable in your own skin. In a way you haven’t been before.”

Anakin blinks at him.

“It suits you,” Obi-Wan adds, and then, “Both the outfit and the look.”

Anakin dips his head but it barely hides the soft pink dusting his cheeks. When he looks back up, there’s a stubborn little tilt to his chin. “You should really work on your facial expressions,” he huffs half-heartedly.

“Apologies,” Obi-Wan says again, trying to stifle the grin tugging at his mouth. “Would it help if I told you that whatever it is you saw on my face was awe?”

Anakin’s arms drop from their defensive position across his chest as he turns to fully face Obi-Wan, the color on his cheeks turning into a rich, dusky pink. He looks so wonderfully flabbergasted and so beautifully pleased at the same time that Obi-Wan very nearly coos.

(Gods, he’s such a sucker.)

For a moment, Anakin dips his eyes down with a proud little smile. He shakes himself out of it when he looks up again. “Guess I have to pay more attention to your face, then,” he muses and his brows crinkle as his gaze sweeps over Obi-Wan.

“Oh?” Obi-Wan’s stomach, stupidly, flips.

Anakin’s shoulders rise lightly. “Well, I do have to know what you think, and I thought I was on top of your face already—” He stops abruptly and his flush extends all the way down his throat now, past his collarbones, and disappears under the fabric of the shirt. “Facial expressions! On top of your facial expressions! Because I’ve been watching you so closely—” Anakin stops again, face scrunching, before he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes for a brief moment.

He could probably illuminate the office all by himself if the lights weren’t already turned on.

Obi-Wan’s stomach has gone from a flip to somersaults even though he knows Anakin is talking about being observant and attentive. It’s one of the things Anakin had told him on Obi-Wan’s first day: that he needed to know what he was thinking so he could help Obi-Wan in the best possible way.

Obi-Wan’s stomach just hasn’t gotten the message yet.

Obi-Wan clears his throat lightly. “I appreciate your dedication…to my face,” he says, trying for teasing, and breathes a sigh of relief when his voice doesn’t come out strangled.

Anakin makes high-pitched noise. He’s still steadily glowing crimson but he rolls his eyes. “You suck,” he says, with feeling, but there’s a slight wheeze in his tone.

“Can’t say that I don’t.” It falls from his mouth before he even realizes what he’s saying, but his own mortification and Anakin’s utterly gobsmacked face drive regret through him like a lance. “I’m sorry, Anakin,” he quickly adds, just as heat rises into his own cheeks. “That was inappropriate. I apologize.”

“Okay.” Anakin’s voice comes out like a croak and he clears his throat once, twice. “Thanks. I mean—” He rubs his palms over his thighs. “Yeah. It’s—okay.”

There’s a beat of silence during which Obi-Wan feels pinpricks of anxiety prattling along his skin, regret and discomfort twisting in his gut.

A thought strikes him then, and suddenly, he needs to know. “Is this why you’re uncomfortable working here?”

“What?” Anakin seems adorably confused before his expression morphs into one of alarm. “No. I’m not—” He sucks in a breath. “I’m not uncomfortable or embarrassed working here.”

Obi-Wan frowns, unconvinced, but something within him unspools nevertheless. Anakin sits back down on the couch, half turned towards him, with one leg tucked under himself. He sighs and runs a hand through his messy curls, tangling his fingers in the soft-looking strands, and then scrubs it, almost furiously, over the back of his head for a second.

Regret lances through Obi-Wan once again. “I’m sorry, Anakin, you don’t have to answer it. It’s not my place to ask.”

“I like working here,” Anakin says, so fiercely that it freezes Obi-Wan to the spot. “I like working with you.”

Oh, what a siren song.

Anakin drags in a deep breath and releases it in a long exhale. “A lot of people make fun of people who work in fashion and lifestyle. It’s still seen as—I don’t know—silly and unimportant, and people who work in this industry are regarded as airheads or vain, unless it’s someone really high up the food chain, like you.”

Obi-Wan turns towards him and sinks his shoulder against the backrest as he watches Anakin rub the pads of his fingers over the seam of his pants.

“There are enough people who just don’t take you seriously when they clock you as someone working in fashion or when you dress…differently. When you use fashion as a—a way of being who you are.” Anakin lifts a shoulder as he frowns at his hands. “So, I just, um, say I don’t care about it.”

It, Obi-Wan realizes, means more than one thing.

“People make assumptions all day long and I can’t stop anyone from doing that but—well, I guess, I can. Not play into their hands at least,” Anakin continues. His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “And besides, you know, there’s more pressing stuff like housing and food and since I don’t like sharing either, fashion is—it’s—just a non-issue by necessity. Also, I am firmly against fast fashion, as you can see.” He begins motioning down himself but aborts not even mid-way through. “Well, not right now but tomorrow for sure.”

Anakin sucks in a breath through his teeth and lets his shoulders slump before he looks up to meet Obi-Wan’s gaze. There’s something akin to a challenge in his eyes, defiant and defensive and ready to strike, as if he’s waiting for Obi-Wan to pass judgment on him. But that soft, vulnerable part of him remains exposed: a glimpse of a part of Anakin that’s so delicate he rarely allows anyone to see.

And he trusts Obi-Wan with it.

The weight of it is—immeasurable.

Obi-Wan hums. “I do have to say I am quite surprised that someone as brazen as you pays any mind to the opinions of others,” he points out with a wry smile, keeping his tone jovial. “May I advise finding new friends if yours are judging you for expressing yourself?”

“How have I ever not thought of that before?” Anakin scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Guess I am too brazen.”

Ah. Wrong approach, then.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, softening his voice, “you’re exceptional at what you do. I wouldn’t get half of the things done in a day if it weren’t for you covering my back. Do you know how many people have envied me for my ‘feisty assistant’?”

Anakin scowls at his hands. “How many?” He sounds as if he can’t help himself but ask.

Obi-Wan curls his lips in a smile. “I’ve lost track, to be quite honest, but I wager you do come up in conversation at least once a week.”

“Oh.” It’s a soft little thing, full of surprise and pride. Anakin snaps his eyes up at him and purses his lips like he’s trying to keep from smiling. He rubs a hand over his neck.

“I know your value, Anakin,” Obi-Wan adds, imbuing his voice with conviction, with affection. “And it’s got absolutely nothing to do with what you wear, but I see the way you carry yourself in these clothes. Don’t let the ignorant assumptions of strangers dictate how you express yourself. Don’t make yourself smaller for anyone.”

Clearing his throat, Anakin ducks his head. His lashes fan over his cheeks as he blinks, casting long shadows along his skin.

He’s beautiful when he’s brash but there’s something inexplicably gorgeous about him when he’s bashful and flustered, a kind of unwitting vulnerability that speeds Obi-Wan’s heartbeat up and makes him curl his hands into fists to keep from reaching out to wrap a hand around the back of Anakin’s head to guide into the crook of his own neck.

Anakin clears his throat again. He smiles, small and happy. Obi-Wan answers with his own smile.

“I mean,” Anakin starts as he sits up a bit straighter and sharpens his edges, “duh.” He sounds insufferably cocky and though the softness has disappeared from his face, there’s a faint blush on his cheeks. “You would crash and burn without me.”

Obi-Wan sighs, faux put-upon, and Anakin grins.

Later, on his way out of the office, he makes a note to call HR in the morning.

#obikin #obikinbingo23 #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ficcups #i am such a clown #anyway anon #i hope you enjoy!!

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unspuncreature · 1 year

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for @obikin-events’ round one bingo prompt: huddling for warmth (aka stranded on an ice planet And There Was Only One Blanket)

#posting a piece two days in a row? who am i #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin #obikinbingo23 #scout.png

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dark--whisperings · 9 months

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White Roses, Black Doves

Post battle, the adrenaline and heightened emotions of having to watch the other part of their soul in danger once again finally overwhelms them, and our favourite Generals are helpless but to succumb to their very first kiss.

This is a prompt for the Obikin Bingo 2023, for the square 'first kiss'. I hope you enjoy! 🥰😁 Make sure to click to enlarge... tumblr preview LOVES to eat the details and image quality RIP.

Title is from 'Take Me Back to Eden' by Sleep Token.

(Click here to see all of my filled Obikin Bingo 2023 prompts so far!)

#obikin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars #clone wars #fan art #digital fanart #digital art #created on surface #obikinbingo23 #art by darkwhisperings #anakin and obi wan #obi wan x anakin

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soldieronbarnes · 10 months

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that tilted feeling

Sometimes - but only sometimes - Anakin is willing to admit that his impulsivity might cause him to end up in a situation where he’s in over his head. This time, though, he thinks, eyeing the contraption in front of him – this time he might’ve bitten off more than he can chew.

First fill for my Obikin Bingo Card -- it only took me seven months akjldjsldfjs. Enjoy, hopefully.

#star wars #obikin #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #my fic #obikin bingo #obiwaned #otp: more intimately than lovers #obikinbingo23

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disastertriowriting · 4 months

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Obikin Bingo Master Post

@obikin-events

Accidentally Cursed: Blood Cursed - In one universe, after being bitten by Echo, Anakin falls to the vampire side instead of joining Sidious. After Order 66, when on a mission with Obi-Wan, an injured Anakin is forced to confront his desire to turn his former master.

Babysitter AU: Revenge of the Tooka - In one universe, Anakin has a twin sister, Aniya. In one universe, the twins are freed from slavery and taken to become Jedi. In one universe, Qui-Gon trains Aniya while Obi-Wan trains Anakin.

Body Swap: Reversal of Time - It was an ordinary mission... until it wasn't. Anakin finds himself in a parallel universe where everything is the same... except everyone he knows are Sith. And in another time, in Anakin's time, a Sith-raised Anakin opens his eyes to a world of Jedi.

Bonfire: Until the Day I Die - "Don't try it!" Except Anakin doesn't listen to Obi-Wan's warning because he knows better. He knows that he'll make it. And he does, except the consequences are more than he can deal with. Is it truly victory if he's lost... what matters most, what always mattered most, even if he was too blind to see it?

Bounty Hunter AU: Scars Collected - In one universe, the Jedi manage to complete their coup before the worst of Order 66 can unfold. In one universe, the Council takes control of the clones and seizes control of the Republic. Put through a farce of a trial, Anakin is, of course, sentenced to be executed for the little that he did against the Jedi that night. But his family isn't ready to let him go.

Confused Identities: Emperor - Escaping Daiyu before the Inquisitor catches up, Obi-Wan is captured by a strange Sith on Mapuzo, who has something against him, for some inexplicable reason. But this is a Sith, so does he need a reason? Except then, Obi-Wan finds himself newly-crowned Emperor, with the Sith vowing to enforce his will on the galaxy. And why does something about the Sith seem so familiar

Cuddling: Disintegration - Anakin and Ahsoka are on Kaller with the 501st when the clones unexpectedly open fire on them with stunbolts. They escape, barely, and discover that, all across the galaxy, the clones turned on the Jedi and killed them. Now, a victorious Dooku is the new Emperor. It’s at the Temple that Anakin discovers a horrible truth. Obi-Wan has Fallen. And he has no idea why.

Cursed: Smoke and Debris - Shortly after Anakin's Knighting, a mission to Jabi'im goes badly, leaving Obi-Wan dead. Or so the Jedi think. Anakin, however, refuses to accept that his master is gone. He will find Obi-Wan and bring him home, no matter what it takes.

Domestic: Chains of Yesterday - Obi-Wan's never had personal experiences with slavery before, and it makes it hard to understand why Anakin acts the way he does sometimes. Or, the five times Obi-Wan tries to deal with Anakin's traumas from having been a slave, and the one time he actually starts to understand.

Falling Asleep On Their Lap: Tuk'ata Trouble - When on Daiyu to rescue Leia, Obi-Wan runs into a Sith hound, who seems strangely familiar. Which makes no sense because he's never seen one before. At first, he thinks the dog belongs to the Inquisitors, but now, it's determined to follow him and Leia around everywhere. He's beginning to think this may not be just a Tuk'ata.

FREE DAY: Breathing Ashes - Shot down on Ryloth by rebels, Vader and Sidious quickly discover a far more serious threat than the other insurgents: a Fallen Obi-Wan, determined to reclaim Vader as his apprentice, no matter what the cost. NOT VADERWAN

Fireworks: Fireworks - 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.

Gladiator AU: Eyes of the Dragon - Sold from one owner to the next after his dragon abilities are discovered, Anakin finally ends up with Obi-Wan as his... handler. Except, Obi-Wan isn't a slaver like all the others, and he's also far nicer. And Anakin can do little to free the young Togruta Jedi, Ahsoka, who was recently sold into slavery, no matter how hard he tries. The most he can do is help her survive.

Guardian Angel: Favorless - Found and raised by Sidious, Anakin is on Naboo when the Jedi find him. Given an offer to help the Jedi against a rising threat greater than both the Jedi and Sith, Anakin reluctantly accepts. He's left in Obi-Wan's custody, and the two have to move past their differences to work together. Except, more and more Anakin begins to question if being a Sith is what he truly wants.

Heartfelt Confessions: The Blood Awakens - Vader expected to lose the duel to Obi-Wan on Jabi'im, but he didn't quite expect Obi-Wan to jump and... bite him? Because apparently, his former master is now a vampire, and he has every intention of taking Vader with him as his new fledgling.

Interrupted Declaration of Love: This Ends Today - In which the Force gives a certain Jedi Master what he said he wanted, to see if he really liked it. OWK series AU; definitely not a fix it

Kidnapped: Nebulous - Being kidnapped by the Sith apprentice who killed Qui-Gon is the last thing Anakin expected to happen while on his first mission with his new Jedi master, Maul. Obi-Wan is... scary. And dark, which duh, he's a Sith. But Anakin is determined to escape him and find his way back to the Jedi, no matter the cost. It's never quite that easy.

Lying: What You Wanted To See - At the end of their duel on Mustafar, one moment Anakin had been certain Obi-Wan was able to leave him, but suddenly, he's acting like someone else entirely. Because apparently, he... time traveled, from after both their deaths. For Obi-Wan, the worst day of their lives was decades ago, but for Anakin it just happened, and it's not that easy to let go of it.

Pen Pal AU: Ben-Ekkreth-Chippie - Shortly after the formation of the Empire, Vader, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan all end up chatting on the holonet with each other, entirely unaware of their former identities. They didn't intend to become so close to each other, but it happens anyway. And then, their paths start leading back together again.

Pillow Fight: Attack of the Toxin - In one universe, Anakin has a twin sister, Aniya. In one universe, the twins are freed from slavery and taken to become Jedi. In one universe, Qui-Gon trains Aniya while Obi-Wan trains Anakin.

Rescue Mission: See the Moon - Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan are awakened one morning to a massive disturbance in the Force. They quickly discover the disturbance centers around Coruscant's moon, which suddenly appears to be not only alive, but it also has the ability to... possess people? And the only way to avoid that is to avoid looking at the moon at all, which becomes increasingly difficult.

Telepathy AU: My Own Way Home - Ten years after the Empire formed, Vader, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka start sharing dreams. They can find no way to stop it, but do they really want to? Especially not after Ahsoka realizes who Vader is after long thinking Anakin dead, Obi-Wan begins to accept that there may be more to Vader than the Sith he's become now, and Vader finally has the chance at being with his family again.

Set In A Different Time Period: The Land Which Bears Your Footprints - Found by Sidious, Rey is raised on Exegol as a Sith. While struggling with recurring dreams of her past life as Anakin, she's given her first mission - to infiltrate and destroy Luke's New Jedi Order.

Sleepy Confessions: Multiples - Obi-Wan in ROTS - Anakin and Obi-Wan have just landed aboard the Invisible Hand to rescue Chancellor Palpatine when suddenly, four other versions of Obi-Wan appear with them. One Obi-Wan is hard enough sometimes, but five? That is a whole other story. It doesn't help that they're not terribly fond of each other... or that the eldest are hiding things about the future.

Whump: Fading - After leaving Vader a second time, Obi-Wan is given, and takes, the chance to travel to the past to fix his mistakes. He hopes it will be easy. It's not. As the galaxy around him spirals out of control a second time, Obi-Wan captures a newly Fallen Darth Vader and runs away with him. Even if he can't save Anakin, at least he can stop Vader from terrorizing the galaxy again.

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moonlightatnoon · 5 months

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These Twin Flames - myideaofbeautiful

Prompt: Breeding Kink

Chapter 1 - Summary: "I've got you," he promised, whispering into Obi-Wan's ear. "I'll give you what you need." He rolled his hips forward, thrusting his cock inside Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan threw his head back, hand coming up, tangling in Anakin's curls.

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edgeofn1ght · 1 year

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The Melody Wakes the Heart

It's practically love at first sight when Obi-Wan passes a new busker working the alley he passes through every day going to and from work.

The idea of 'busker Anakin' just kinda got in my head and wouldn't let go, so out popped this thing. Thankfully it also worked to fill another spot on my @obikin-events bingo card: crush

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It was incredibly late. Too late for him to finally be making his way home. He should have left work long ago. And it was certainly too late to hear music winding its way down the alley and around the building. He looked at his watch. It was nearly 11pm.

As he picked up his pace, the clicking of his boot heels against the cobblestones fell into perfect syncopation with the beat of the song.

When he turned the corner, Obi-Wan halted his homeward march. At the end of the alley stood a tall figure dressed in black facing away towards the river. He was singing and strumming his acoustic guitar for an audience of none. Though now it was technically an audience of one.

The man was pouring his heart and soul into a song about love and loss. Not recognizing the tune, Obi-Wan wondered if he wrote it. And was it autobiographical or merely a comment on relationships?

For himself, he didn't care to believe in such things any longer. It was easier to protect your heart by not falling in love.

A giggling couple staggered by and tossed a few coins into a soft guitar case which lay open at the man's feet.

"Ta!" He threw out the reply mid-chorus.

It was long enough to snap Obi-Wan out of his reverie. He dipped into his pocket to scrounge for some change of his own as he decided to continue on. He tossed them in as he passed the man, never stopping, never making eye contact.

"Evening," the guitarist said, now strumming softly. Obi-Wan waved quickly over his shoulder and kept walking.

It was too late. He needed to get home, and he didn't want to start something he couldn't finish.

—-

The next day Obi-Wan managed to get away from work at a most reasonable hour. The man was unfortunately not there.

—--

The following evening was another bloody late night. Absolutely no one should sit at a computer for 10, 12 hours a day, staring at spreadsheets well after the sun went down. His stomach growled, his tea had gone cold and most everyone else had left long ago.

As he left the train station and began his slog home, he heard the guitar again. Was it possible the man only worked late nights?

Obi-Wan slowed his stroll as he got closer. The man was singing softly tonight, something gentle like a lullaby – a surprising change from two nights before.

As he came to the end of the alley, he stopped and leaned against the brick wall to listen. The boy – for he was younger than Obi-Wan previously assumed – was talented, that was for sure.

After a few bars, he turned to look at Obi-Wan and smiled. And what a beautiful smile it was.

"Evening," came the boy's standard greeting.

"Good evening," Obi-Wan replied.

He turned his whole body to look at Obi-Wan as he played, watching him while he finished his song. Even in the low light he could tell he was a handsome sort with dark eyes, full lips, and untamed, dark curls.

To avoid staring, Obi-Wan paid more attention to the way the man's long fingers slid up, down, and across the fretboard with ease. And also how the fingers of his right hand deftly plucked the strings, never missing the mark. Even though he was wearing a glove.

"I don't usually get an audience," he finally added. Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped up to the man's face at the sound of his soft voice. "People pass quickly, always in a hurry."

"A shame then," Obi-Wan replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "But you're new here. Give them some time to get used to you."

The man smiled to himself as he looked down at his guitar. "I wasn't doing so well on the lower levels. I had to find a new place."

If one was to believe the politicians and the 'elite' of the city's glitzy upper levels, Coruscant's lower levels housed the 'worst of the worst' – the poor, the drug dealers and users, and all types of other unsavories that needed to be kept below the surface.

Well, the income inequality was certainly real. And would explain why this boy was here now where he was more likely to earn a fair amount on his talent from upper Coruscant's denizens and travelers.

He looked down into the open guitar case – he didn't seem to be doing too well here tonight though. Obi-Wan frowned.

When he looked back up, the boy was watching him. It was hard to tell the color of his eyes under the yellowing street lamps, but they pierced him through. Obi-Wan swallowed as he finally stopped playing.

Maybe it was unfair to call him a boy. Closer now and with more time to take in his face, Obi-Wan would put his age somewhere in the mid-20s.

He pulled the guitar up and over his head and laid it down gently in the case. Then he reached into his pocket and brought out a thin silver tin and a lighter.

"Are you already finished?" Obi-Wan asked suddenly. He'd lost track of time, lost track of what he was even doing still standing here. Did he really intend to stay and listen longer?

The man chuckled low under his breath as he put a cigarette between his red lips then flicked the lighter. "For now," he said, as he carefully cupped the flame and lit his cigarette. "Care to join me?" They never lost eye contact as he removed the cigarette and blew the smoke into the air.

He knew he shouldn't but he was tempted. He wanted to.

"Thank you, but I really can't," Obi-Wan said as he pushed himself off the wall. He looked at his watch. "It's later than I thought. I best be going." He tried to keep the disappointment from his voice.

Obi-Wan dug into his pocket once more and pulled out a few bills. Instead of throwing them into the case like usual, he reached out and handed them to the man instead. He took them, wrapping his cold fingers around Obi-Wan’s briefly.

"Thank you," he nodded as he removed the cigarette once more.

Obi-Wan smiled then turned to leave. But he could feel himself hesitating just for a moment. If he didn't leave now, he might not leave at all.

"It's Anakin," the boy called after him. Obi-Wan stopped and turned to look over his shoulder. "My name."

Oh. "Obi-Wan," he replied with a nod.

The boy – Anakin – grinned and put the cigarette back in his mouth and inhaled deeply.

—-

Weeks passed and Obi-Wan was losing track of how much money he'd given Anakin, and with his schedule more normalized, he didn't even see him every day. He guessed whatever Anakin was busking for, Obi-Wan was going to fund it single-handedly.

However, he could count on one hand the number of short conversations they had. The words they exchanged had been few – Obi-Wan didn't want to interrupt the man at work.

When he didn't see Anakin, he couldn't stop thinking about him. Which probably wasn't good. He knew nothing at all about him.

On this morning, Obi-Wan kept his head down, watching his feet as he quickly made his way to his train station. He pulled the lapels of his coat closed around his throat as a stiff gust of wind blew down the walk. He was in a hurry but no one else seemed to be.

As he came to Anakin's alley, he looked up and was surprised to find him there, crouched down as he was packing up. It suddenly struck Obi-Wan that he'd never once seen him in the daylight.

"Anakin!"

He stood and turned quickly, surprised at hearing his name being called. "Obi-Wan!"

His eyes were blue.

His eyes are blue.

"What are –"

"I was just –"

They began at the same time then chuckled nervously.

"Please, you go," Obi-Wan gestured.

Anakin ran a hand through his hair, which shone a dark honey blond in the morning light. He looked very tired and careworn.

"I was just leaving. I'm surprised to see you."

Obi-Wan smiled, "I'm even more surprised. I come by this way every day, but you're only here when I'm off work very late."

"Huh, yeah," Anakin said, looking down and scuffing the toe of his boot against the stones. Obi-Wan watched him as he knelt again to re-situate his guitar in the case. From where he stood, there didn't seem to be much money in there.

He couldn't help himself from getting involved. "Do alright last night and this morning?"

Anakin shrugged as he picked up the case and slung it over one shoulder and across his back. The coins clinked loudly together as they slid to the bottom of the bag. He seemed quiet and off in his own world.

"Are you alright this morning?"

Anakin stopped fidgeting long enough to stare at Obi-Wan, then shrugged again. "Just tired."

He had to go to work. He was going to be very late. He probably would get some kind of reprimand. But he found he didn't really care too much.

"Would you like to go get some coffee?"

Anakin hesitated but Obi-Wan could see him thinking it over.

"My treat," he finally added. Why don't you just ask him on a date, Obi-Wan?

Anakin exhaled, "Okay then."

They walked a few blocks to the coffeeshop Obi-Wan generally visited on his way to the station. He hadn't this morning because he was in a hurry. Interesting now how he had all the time in the world.

The shop was warm and smelled strongly of coffee and some blend of vanilla and hazelnut. They grabbed some menus and made their way to a small table in the corner near the front window. Anakin placed his guitar upright in the corner and sat with his back to the wall. Obi-Wan took his place directly across, as naturally as if they'd done this dozens of times.

"Order whatever you'd like," he said as a waiter made their way to the table for the drink order. "That goes for food, too," he added when the waiter left.

Anakin looked around the shop, taking it all in like he'd never been in before. It seemed hard to believe considering he was always so close by. It gave Obi-Wan a better opportunity to study his face in the daylight.

His eyes were darker blue now than they'd been outside, and a thin scar bisected his right eyebrow, passing the corner of his right eye and ending on his cheek. It did nothing at all to diminish his beauty, quite the opposite. He also had two smaller pale scars on his left jaw. Obi-Wan wondered what he'd been through. His face was also dotted with small moles and freckles, and his lips were full and dark pink.

He was unfairly pretty.

Obi-Wan felt quite out of his element all of the sudden. He would now put his age around 25. Obi-Wan never felt his age, but suddenly he was feeling every single one of his 41 years.

He cleared his throat and looked down to study the menu.

"I've never been here before," Anakin finally said. Obi-Wan was beginning to think he'd be the only one talking this morning.

He looked up and smiled, "The coffee is excellent, the morning buns spectacular."

The corner of Anakin’s mouth turned up in a smirk, "Spectacular, huh?"

"Well if you like sweet buns, I suppose." He was generally a bit more eloquent than this.

He was saved by the return of their waiter with their coffee. They both ordered some food, and Obi-Wan was pleased that Anakin had taken him up on his offer, ordering eggs, bacon, toast, hashbrowns, and even boldly ordering some sweet buns for the two of them.

Then they were alone again.

There were so many questions he wanted to ask Anakin now that he had his undivided attention, but none of them seemed right.

"You don't have to go to work?" Anakin asked, taking a sip of his latte, inhaling the rich aroma of the espresso and hazelnut flavor.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth, snapped it shut, then took out his phone. "I should probably tell them I won't be in, at least not until later." He'd been so taken with Anakin that he even forgot about work. Get yourself together, Obi-Wan.

"You didn't really seem the type," he said.

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, "The type? What type is that?"

"You know, the rule abider, the goody two-shoes, the class pet," Anakin smiled and took another sip of his coffee.

Obi-Wan huffed a laugh. Maybe once upon a time. Sure, he appreciated order, but he'd been known to bend a rule here and there. But always to someone's surprise. He guessed he did have a reputation. Maybe Anakin was actually good at reading him. Which was scary.

"Well you seem the complete opposite, if I'm honest," Obi-Wan retorted.

Anakin chuckled, "That's fair. If I'm honest."

"What were you doing out there this morning?" Obi-Wan asked, changing the subject quickly. He was sorry to see Anakin's face fall rapidly.

"Change of audience, hoping to catch people on the way to work." He shifted in his seat. "Late at night, believe it or not, isn't the greatest time to work the alley."

This was unsurprising news. Obi-Wan rarely saw anyone at night when Anakin was out.

"Can you change your time there?" Though some people obviously did come by, it couldn't have been nearly as many as what might come by during the day on their way to work or school or the shops.

Anakin shook his head, "Not generally, no. I do have other obligations." At this his shoulders slumped. Seemingly under the weight of said obligations.

Just then the waiter returned with their breakfasts. Anakin dug in quickly like he hadn't eaten in some time. The thought hadn't previously occurred to Obi-Wan that maybe he hadn't. He wouldn't say anything about it.

"That song you were singing the first night I saw you…" Obi-Wan began as he buttered his toast, hoping Anakin would remember. "Is it yours?"

Anakin took a bite of his own toast and chewed thoughtfully. "Yes." In truth, he was surprised he did remember. But he didn't seem to be otherwise forthcoming with information.

"Well it was moving."

"Thank you," he replied quietly, then drank more coffee.

Several moments ticked by and Obi-Wan thought the conversation was over. He was desperately trying to come up with another topic. It could have been anything – he knew nothing about the young man! But his brain came up empty.

"I had… well, this woman," he began staring down at his own plate with great interest. "My girlf– no, my fiancée, really, well she ended things suddenly. And…well, my emotions had to go somewhere, I guess."

Oh. Well, he certainly didn't need Obi-Wan chasing after him. Anyway…

"You should make a recording, you just need the right people to hear you." Though he was always the highlight of Obi-Wan’s day, Obi-Wan could do nothing for him to advance his career. He'd miss him if he ever quit busking and left the alleyway.

Anakin scoffed, "I'm just out there trying to make a buck. I have no aspirations. I just need to do something to help pay for my mom's medicines. It's a better second job than working with food or in some shop here in the upper levels where I'd have to deal with difficult people all day."

Of all the reasons Anakin could have had for playing, that was not one that Obi-Wan would have come up with. He just stared at Anakin, a fork full of eggs hovering mid-air.

Anakin finally looked up at him. "Oh, that was probably… too much."

"No! No," Obi-Wan started. "Not at all! I didn't mean to pry, of course. But you're welcome to say whatever you feel comfortable sharing."

Anakin looked around the room, down at his plate then back up at Obi-Wan. "And why do you take such an interest?"

Obi-Wan had to resist the urge to laugh out loud. If Anakin only knew… well he'd probably not still be sitting here, for starters.

What could he say? Anakin was talented, there was no doubt about it. But he was also handsome. And Obi-Wan was interested. But he could settle for being a friend. It seemed like Anakin needed that more than anything right now.

He settled for a half-truth.

"You brighten my commute home."

Anakin looked down and if he wasn't mistaken, he thought he was blushing. Obi-Wan didn't need to know that he was the highlight of Anakin's day. The one person who actually looked and truly saw him.

They passed the next several minutes in silence, finishing up their breakfast and coffee.

"You were right about these buns," Anakin said, stuffing the last bit of cinnamon roll into his mouth.

Obi-Wan smiled gently.

They finished up, the check came, and Obi-Wan paid. They gathered their things and stepped back out into the cold.

"I guess I have no more excuses not to go into work," Obi-Wan said, adjusting his scarf. Though he wished he did.

Anakin squinted against the bright morning light. "I suppose not."

"Go home and rest."

Anakin nodded, "I'll try, but no promises." Obi-Wan smiled and turned to leave.

"Obi-Wan!" He loved it when the younger man said his name. "Thank you."

"Anytime," he said, then turned to face the rest of his day.

—-

A week passed without a single glimpse of Anakin. It didn't matter what time Obi-Wan went to or from work, he was not there. Had he changed his mind about the alley? Or about entertaining on the street for mere pennies?

Or had he gotten to know Obi-Wan and didn't like whatever he saw?

Or worse still, had something happened to him or his mother?

Obi-Wan would rather that Anakin suddenly hated him before he could deal with the truth of something terrible befalling either of them.

—--

Obi-Wan disembarked the train at 8pm. The car had been wonderfully warm, and for a while he'd forgotten just how cold it was outside. A fat snowflake landed on the end of his nose, melting instantly. Great. The walk home held so much promise now.

He sighed as he adjusted his coat and scarf and hoisted his bag back up on his shoulder. As much as he wished to see Anakin, he hoped that he would not turn the corner and find him standing in the cold with his guitar.

He was thankfully not there.

Obi-Wan would have never been able to explain the way his heart dropped at the site of the empty sidewalk. Who could understand the foolishness of falling in love with someone over a decade younger, who you merely passed on the street on your way home from work? He didn't even know the man's last name, for force's sake.

"Obi-Wan!!"

His traitorous heart skipped several beats as he stopped and slowly turned.

"Obi-Wan!" Anakin waved as he ran towards him, his bagged guitar swinging back and forth across his back.

All Obi-Wan could do was stand there and try not to look like an idiot with his mouth hanging open.

Anakin ran right up to him and stopped two feet short, his gloved hand extended. He was breathing heavily and struggling to catch his breath in the thin winter air.

"Anakin." My darling, he wished to say. "What are you doing here? Please tell me you weren't coming to stand out in the snow and play?"

Anakin laughed, still out of breath. Next to his singing, it was the most beautiful sound. "I was hoping to run into you."

That surprised him. His schedule was the most steady of them both. It'd be quite easy for Anakin to wait for him.

"Well, you've run into me," Obi-Wan smiled and spread his arms wide.

"I was coming to play," Anakin said. "It was stupid, I know, but I was. Because it's what I do. I need the money, but I thought…" here he stopped and began to fiddle with the strap that ran diagonal across his torso. "I knew you would chide me though. I wanted you to."

Obi-Wan's eyes widened slightly. What was that supposed to mean?

"Just to hear and see you again."

Obi-Wan knew his mouth was hanging open but at this point, he didn't care. Was Anakin saying what he thought he was saying?

He took a deep breath. It was as good as any admission. And more than Obi-Wan ever dared to hope for himself.

His face slowly split into a grin. "You're right, I would have… chided you, that is. You'll catch your death out here."

Anakin beamed. "You sound like my mom."

Obi-Wan laughed. He was happy to hear she was okay, too.

He slowly extended his own gloved hand towards Anakin and took a leap. "Come home with me instead."

Anakin took his hand then interlaced their fingers as they walked away from the train station towards his home.

So much for protecting his heart.

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obikin-events · 2 years

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Q: What is a bingo? How many prompts will the cards have? How big will they be?

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If you have any more questions, or would like a more in depth answer, please ask away! Would be happy to discuss it with you!

Q: There's a lot of amazing prompts, but is there a way we could send in suggestions for the bingo?

A: Yes! Here is a link to a google form where you can send in suggestions for us to add to our ever growing and expanding list of prompts for our bingo!

Q: What counts as a blackout?

A: Filling every square on your card! You do not need to do this, of course, but could be a fun challenge for you to try and do!

Q: Can we use a fill for another event as well (another bingo for example)?

A: As long as the other event is okay with it, then you can absolutely go ahead! Just make sure you hit our minimum requirements for filling a bingo.

Q: What do we need to do to request a new card?

A: You either need to have two completed bingos or blackout your card completely before asking for a brand new card.

Q: What happens when we’ve hit the two bingos/blacked out our bingo card? How do we get a new one?

A: You simply fill out the form once again, picking the prompts you’d like on your new card and give the Mod a week or so to make you a brand new one!

Q: Can we write our fic’s in a non-narrative format? For example, could we write it as if it’s a magazine article, meta, ship manifestos, a text chain, Instagram/Twitter, etc. posts?

A: Absolutely! Let your creativity soar! All you would need to do is ensure the minimum requirements are being met, otherwise, absolutely go wild with how you’d like to do your fills!

Q: Can I repost an old work/art/creation and have it count for a square/prompt fill?

A: No, all works must be newly created to count towards a fill. If it’s already a completed work/art/edit that you’ve already posted, those will not count. If it’s something you’ve been working on but have posted nowhere till now, that counts.

Q: Can I include other characters in my work? Like in a threesome or something else?

A: As long as the relationship of Anakin and Obi-Wan is integral to the work, yes! Anakin and Obi-Wan should interact with one another or be thinking/talking about the other if one of them happens to be separate from the other for the entire timeline of the work.

Q: Is there a collection I can post my work to?

A: Yes! There is a collection on Ao3, which can be found here, that will be opened to posting once cards are being sent out to those who have signed up for this!

*** Edit: We are aware that there is an issue if you try to add a work to the collection. If you type ‘ oeb_round1‘ into your draft on Ao3, where it asks about adding it to a collection -nothing will drop down- and hit post (only once you’re ready!) your work will be added to the collection!

Q: How exactly does posting work for the bingo?

A: As soon as you receive your card, you can begin posting! It’s whenever you feel you’re ready to share your creation.

Q: I know other bingo events require master posts to be made once the round is done, will you be doing that?

A: No, we won’t be requiring a master post to be done up of all the squares you marked off your board. Though if you do make a master post, we will happily reblog it!

Q: Can my stories be a part of a series that's already published?

A: As long as what you’re adding to an already established series, then yes you are allowed to do that! Also if you are adding to a WIP, just be sure it’s a new chapter and that the prompt is mentioned with the chapter.

Q: Can I make art inspired by a story of mine that's already published if it fits a square prompt?

A: As long as it's a new, unpublished piece of art, then yes that would be okay! Our main objective for this is to create new creations, not reuse ones that are already out in the world.

Q: Are we allowed to combine our bingo prompts?

A: Absolutely! You can combine as many of your prompts as you’d like to but please know only one will count as having been filled for our bingo.

Q: Does my work have to be romantic in nature?

A: No! You can absolutely write about platonic Anakin & Obi-wan.

Q: How can I ensure my fill gets reblogged?

A: You can use the tag #obikinbingo23 or @ the blog here or on Twitter, depending where you post your creations. You can also submit a link on the Discord, DM or @ for Twitter, so we can share your creation!

Q: Where can I sign-up for this?

A: You can sign up here!!!!

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to send in an ask on Tumblr, a DM on Twitter or even an email to [email protected]. Or if you're already a part of our Discord Server, you can ask us there as well!

May The Obikin Be With You!

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