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fic masterpost!!

a list of fics i’ve written, all on ao3:

12 years and one halloween party later

not half bad

home, again

tonight i’m catching the feeling

we can try & it’ll be alright

so i can feel your arms around me

taking shots that’ll keep you guessing

it’s nice to have a friend (like you)

helping hands & misunderstood plans

(oh, my) what a marvelous tune

(at least i got you) in my head

baby, you can(not) drive my car

if we know we love each other, what's the concern?

snow shack snack attack: what to do when 6 feet of hot man comes by your work every day, a guide by obi-wan kenobi

almost love (but it could be love)

boy, you make me flip!

bit of a problem

(there will always be life) in what used to be us

you make it feel me good (do you wanna upside down?)

playing tag with the moon (chasing you)

meet me in the woods tonight

my singing soul (it cries to thee)

longer descriptions of each fic under the cut! <33

12 years and one halloween party later—rated T, modern au friends to lovers, 6.5k. thriller and hot in herre are both featured, for some reason. contains mild sexual content at the beginning and during the party scene at the end. i dont think ive written anything this spicy since

not half bad—rated T, modern/college au, enemies to lovers (more like mutual annoyances to lovers), 6.1k. this is really more of a meet-ugly fic than an enemies to lovers IF i'm being honest. ahsoka with a knife is featured

home, again—rated T, the only canonverse fic i've ever written. 1.5k of fluff, contains much kissing

tonight i'm catching the feeling—rated T, modern au, strangers to lovers, 10k. i lied in the 12 years and one halloween party later description. this one ALSO contains a bit of spice, in the middle after the karaoke bit. there is also underage drinking in this one, so watch out!

we can try & it'll be alright—rated T, modern/college au, roommates to lovers, 4.9k. this is the happy ending to tonight i'm catching the feeling that i published before i published tictf. don't ask i don't know. there is no drinking in this one, but it is a bit angsty at the beginning :))

so i can feel your arms around me—rated T, modern au, youtubers au, strangers to lovers, 2/2 chapters, 8.7k. ah, yes, the famous youtuber au. chapter 2 is just fake buzzfeed articles so the plot is just a one-shot. contains stupidity, read at your own risk

taking shots that'll keep you guessing—rated T, modern/college au, friends to lovers, oh my god and they were roommates, 2.3k. there is some heavy drinking in this but everyone is implied to be of age. there is also an ariana grande halloween costume if that interests you

it's nice to have a friend (like you)—rated T, modern au, childhood friends to lovers, 1.2k. songfic based on it's nice to have a friend by miss taylor swift. it's incredibly sappy but there is angst in the middle so be warned!

helping hands & misunderstood plans—rated T, modern au, high school au, cheating in class to study buddies to lovers, 5.5k. i think tubmlor deleted my original blurb for this but all you need to know is that there's a bunch of note-passing. and then a dance. it's all very high school lmfao

(oh, my) what a marvelous tune—rated T, modern au, high school musical au, nye party acquaintances to lovers, 6/6 chapters, 30.8k. ah, yes. the cursed hsm au. no prior knowledge of high school musical needed to enjoy, though! be warned for some angst in the middle, but the ending is very fluffy and happy :)) personally i think i did a favor to hsm here and disney should pay me for it, but for legal reasons that was a joke ;))

(at least i got you) in my head— rated T, modern au, band au, friends to lovers, 6.4k. i abused social media here so be warned for like 2014 bandom flashbacks if that affects you. also beware of their stupidity it is rampant

baby, you can(not) drive my car—rated T, modern/college au, mutual annoyances to lovers, 5.7k. the plot of this is driving aimlessly around a small town. also features kpop stan quinlan vos so if you've ever listened to ring ding dong beware for mentions of that <3

if we know we love each other, what's the concern?—rated T, modern au, youtuber au, established relationship, coming out, 4.3k. the long-awaited part 2 to the youtuber au series (part 3 is. in the works). there is drinking in the first little section of the au, so beware of that. other than that, this is pretty much just fluff :))

snow shack snack attack: what to do when 6 feet of hot man comes by your work every day, a guide by obi-wan kenobi: jesus christ jesus fucking christ that title is so long. ahem. anyways. rated T, modern au, college au (sort of. it's mentioned), customer and tired snow cone shack operator to lovers, 5.3k. there is some drinking near the end of the fic, as well as mentions of sweat and a special someone's hatred of sand at the beginning <33

almost love (but it could be love): rated M, modern au, celebrity au, mild smut, 2/2 chapters, 9.1k. the mild smut is a couple of blurred out sex scenes, but it is pretty spicy, so beware. this work is a writing practice i did where i took a scene from an unfinished au of mine and wrote it in both anakin's and obi-wan's perspectives. ch1 is anakin, ch2 is obi-wan. again!! mild smut!!!

boy, you make me flip!: rated T, modern au, college au, one-sided enemies to lovers caused entirely by caffeine and lack of sleep, 2.6k. this one is funny! they're stupid!! should be a quick, easy read if you ever need a laugh <3

bit of a problem: rated T, modern AU, friends to lovers, oh my god and they were roommates, 3.4k. this is all feelings with a little bit of humor and dialogue mixed in. features anakin being a total emo nerd, as it should

(there will always be life) in what used to be us: rated T, modern/celebrity AU (again, not a huge factor to the actual story), friends to lovers but also strangers to lovers but also enemies to lovers, angst with a happy ending, 6.2k. now this was Supposed to be a cute hallmark-esque au. However. it turned out. very sad.

you make it feel me good (do you wanna upside down?): rated T, university AU, mascot and T.A./water polo player and failing math student AU, human disasters to lovers, kind of a crack au, 8.2k. this fic is for people who love math i'm sorry my inner love of trig came out. this fic features a head injury that isn't described heavily but is a plot device, as well as a scene in which they drink together. it's funny though!!

playing tag with the moon (chasing you): rated T, camp counselors AU, getting back together, 1.6k. a short little fic i wrote in an hour or so, pretty much exactly what it says in the tags. very sweet!

meet me in the woods tonight: rated T, uhhhhh, cryptid AU, ambiguous ending, unreliable narrator, plotless drabble, major character death, 1.3k. another short drabble i wrote in an hour or so: creepy edition. mind the tags! i didn't say anything explicitly, but it's still a factor!

my singing soul (it cries to thee): rated T, university AU, choir AU, implied sex, so many innuendos, teacher-student relationship, age gap (but nothing underage!), light angst with a happy ending, 4.7k. everyone give it up for the most self indulgent fic i've ever written! this one features links to choral pieces, so if you want to, be sure to check those out!! also, they do fuck while obi-wan is technically anakin's teacher, so if that's an issue, watch out!

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rots novelization will be In My Hands soon.... eheheheheheheheh............

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writing is definitely going. i mean there are certainly words being typed here.

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need to write obikin again bc i've leveled up sooo much since i last wrote them and it would be such a shame to leave this community with writing from when i was like 19

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i love writing. writing is so great. love coming up with words to put on the page. love fake opinion pieces. never written an opinion piece in my life. looooove writing ❤️

[obikinlifeguardau]

What: a collection of Obikin Lifeguard AUs

Open to any obikin content of any rating in which Obi-Wan or Anakin is a lifeguard. Please tag works thoughtfully and include applicable content warnings

Where: Find the Ao3 collection here!

When: the collection will be revealed (visible to readers) beginning July 1. Every week new additions to the collection will be reblogged. The collection will remain open until Aug 31.

Required length? Any length!

What if I want to make art? Either add it to the AO3 collection or tag @obikinlifeguardau in your post and we’ll give it a reblog

Do you have prompts? Need an idea to get you started? Prompt list coming soon

Questions? Ask box is open!

[palfriendpatine66]

Obikin lifeguard au challenge?

❗️❗️Interest check❗️❗️

I easily have 10-15 ideas for a summer smutty one shot involving lifeguard obikin and while I can’t write all of them I have a MIGHTY NEED to read them all. There are SO MANY FLAVORS and the possibilities are endless.

I know a lot of writers are tied up with Big Bang fics but also this could be a fun little side project.

Writers: would you participate in a July/August obikin lifeguard au collection or challenge

Not interested in participating

Cool idea but I’m too busy

Yes if it’s a low pressure add my fic to a collection type deal

Yes and I would like prompts to choose from

Only if it’s done THIS way that I am now going to tell you in the comments

Voting ended onJun 26, 2024

[gignikinszz]

there's gotta be a fic somewhere where anakin turns obi-wan to the dark side after his fall and they overthrow palpatine and rule the galaxy as murder husbands or whatever right. right

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My mom is on her high school reunion committee, and she told me this story about one of her classmates who got engaged in college. This girl called home to tell her parents and admitted to her fiancé that the call had not gone well; her parents thought she was too young to get married and were not happy about it, especially her dad. Her fiancé was like oh no babe, I totally got this, I'm going to do that thing where I ask your father for your hand in marriage and he is going to be so impressed by this that I'm totally going to win him over and he will give us his blessing. And she was like...no, you should absolutely NOT do that; this will not go in our favor. But he tries it anyway, and, as predicted, her dad said no. (I was picturing basically that scene in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. "Sir: may I date your daughter?" "NO!") (They got married anyway.)

So now I'm thinking of Anakin wanting to propose to Obi-Wan, but on Tatooine tradition is he has to ask the parents first, but he doesn't know Obi-Wan's parents, Qui-Gon has died, and Obi-Wan always considered the Jedi his family anyway, so Anakin thinks about it and decides he's going to ask...Mace Windu.

Anakin, falsely cheerful: Hi, Master Windu! How are you today?

Mace, already tired: What do you want, Skywalker?

Anakin, taking a deep breath: Sir, I am in love with Obi-Wan. I have come here to ask your permission to ask for his hand in marriage. Do we have your blessing?

Mace: Absolutely not. Get out.

(They get married anyway.)

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does anyone know of any fics that will hurt me like how kenobi hurts me. asking for a freind

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brain will not let me sleep until I say

same age padawans au where they’ve been in a weird wired frenemies thing for ages but now that they’re both mature adults (all of 24/25 years old) they’re more friends than enemies….

And it’s Obi-Wan that Anakin tells when he’s decided he’s going to leave the Order, not anyone else. He has a wife. There was a pregnancy scare a few weeks ago and it made her want their relationship to stop being a secret so they could really have kids. He has to leave the Order. Doesn’t Obi-Wan understand?

Obi-Wan, who has been a little in love with Anakin since they were younglings, does not understand. Not one bit. Instead of wishing him well and helping him pack, he goes to the Council and requests a mission in the Outer Rim….perhaps a month long or more…perhaps undercover? No contact with anyone on Coruscant. And maybe they could assign Anakin Skywalker as his back up? He can help with the undercover aspect.

And at first, Anakin is pissed because he was planning to resign from the Order in the next few days, but Obi-Wan convinces him to go on this mission with him….one last mission as a Jedi. To say goodbye to the Jedi life.

Obviously, Obi-Wan sort of wants to go on one last mission with Anakin because in his dreams, he wants the mission to go so perfectly that Anakin stays with him the Order. But realistically, he mostly wants to go on this mission to say goodbye to Anakin and then let him go, soaking up all his warmth and light, memorizing every casual touch bestowed on him because he knows they’re ticking down to the last handful of seconds together.

But then obviously the mission works TOO well and Anakin falls in love with Obi-Wan but doesn’t admit to it even to himself before they’re on the ship about to head back to Coruscant and Anakin realizes he doesn’t want to leave this planet because he doesn’t want to leave Obi-Wan if it could always be like this so he crashes the ship during take off so they can stay longer because he’s 24 and doesn’t know how to handle the immensity of his love except through destruction

[tennessoui]

ok no no yall don’t share my vision clearly enough look look look

(1.6k, based on the scene in the original tags where they’re undercover and obi-wan gets drunk and accidentally talks about when he really fell in love with anakin instead of the cover story)

The target gets comfortable on the other side of the booth, one thick arm holding up his head while the other stretches over the top of the booth to tug at the ends of Obi-Wan’s hair, as if he has any right to.

Obi-Wan leans his head up to soak in the touch. The only thing that keeps Anakin on this side of the table is the fact that Obi-Wan had told him in a very no-nonsense sort of tone that he was going to allow the target to touch him all he wanted. It would ingratiate him to their target, to be receptive to the older man’s flirting.

Even though he was supposed to be married to Anakin during this mission. Even though if he were married to Anakin, actually married, there’s no way Anakin would allow another creature to put their hands on him. There’s no way Obi-Wan would be sat across the booth from Anakin, six drinks in with rosy cheeks and speaking comfortably from someone else’s arms. If Obi-Wan were really his spouse, he’d have an arm around him all night in a place as filled with lust and lingering eyes as this cantina is.

Obi-Wan’s foot wraps around his beneath the table, his eyes finding and holding his with a lopsided smile. It’s a warning, Anakin knows it is, even though one of the target’s companions lets out a crooning noise at the sight.

“Careful, Rusal,” she says, “looks like the little husband is getting jealous.”

Anakin is a jealous person by nature, taught to hold carefully onto everything he’s been given with both hands gripped tight and teeth bared. The Jedi never could teach it out of him.

Though he won’t be a Jedi for much longer anyway, he reminds himself, blinking down at the drink in front of him. After this mission ends, when he’s finished playing pretend at being the jealous husband of Obi-Wan Kenobi, he will return his fake marriage band to the Council.

He will trade it in for the real version he keeps in his wife’s quarters. That will be the end of that.

It’s strange. He never thought he had a bad memory, but looking at the wedding band on his finger—bronze, the color of Kenobi’s hair, with a small blue stone set in the middle—he cannot remember what his actual wedding band looks like. He thinks it’s silver, but it could be gold. Padmé had picked them out. His was her father’s; hers came from some artisan on Naboo.

He wonders where the Council got these. His is nice; Obi-Wan’s is as well, a slightly thicker band of gold with the same blue stone. He hadn’t thought the Council would pay so much attention to the small details of their cover story.

He hadn’t really realized Obi-Wan would either, but the other man had memorized pages upon pages of facts about the pair of them and their supposed relationship. Why they had come out to the Outer Rim, how they met, when they got married.

The files never said anything about Obi-Wan’s character Ben getting cuddly with the local gambling gang ruler, but anything for a mission.

And knowing Obi-Wan, anything for a fuck, Anakin thinks rather uncharitably. He pushes his empty drink out of his way. Already, there’s another in its place. Obi-Wan may well be on his seventh as well, rosy pink lips wrapped around his straw as he gazes up in some terribly awestruck manner at the fucking target.

He used to look at me like that, Anakin thinks, even though he isn’t quite sure it’s true. Maybe once or twice when they were padawans together, after the hatred went away and they pushed themselves closer together until they began to grow like trees intertwined at the trunks. Maybe then, a few times, Obi-Wan had looked at him in that way, like he hung the stars in the galaxy.

Padmé, his actual wife, looks at him like that.

The reminder does not fill the empty spot in his chest. He wants, quite suddenly, what he’s been fighting for since he was a new padawan, still with grains of sand pressed into his thin boots. He wants Obi-Wan’s attention.

“Ben,” he says across the length of the table, but he may as well have been still at the Jedi Temple for all Obi-Wan hears him.

“Aw, Rusal, give the boy back to his little husband,” the same lackey from before says, fingers tapping at the tabletop. Rusal looks over at her and then back at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan has moved so much closer. He could practically put his head on Rusal’s chest.

If he were actually Anakin’s husband, he would—

“Fine,” Rusal says like it’s the greatest chore in the galaxy to take his hands off of Anakin’s husband. Anakin’s hand tightens around his drink and he glares at him then at the table. 

Obi-Wan pouts but slides out of the booth, wriggling his body over two of Rusal’s friends’ laps to free himself. Anakin scowls harder, glaring down every karking asshole on that side of the table. If Obi-Wan were actually his husband—

Obi-Wan sits down on Anakin’s lap, nuzzling a burning face into his neck. Anakin’s hands let go of his drink automatically to wrap around his partner’s waist keeping him secure on his lap.

“Aw,” Rusal says, eyes half-lidded as he watches them. He’s watching them and Obi-Wan must know it because he presses a kiss to Anakin’s throat, right over the prominent bump. “Nothing sweeter than a pair of newly-weds all curled up together, huh, Cesti?” The woman beside him grins. “Lovebirds,” she says, using her blaster to push Obi-Wan’s half-finished drink over to him. “Tell me how you two fell in love, Ben.”

“Dunno,” Obi-Wan shrugs loosely, moving his face as he sits up only partially, still draped over Anakin’s lap. “I mean. I hated him for the longest time.”

Anakin stills. That’s not part of their cover story.

“So much,” Obi-Wan agrees with himself. “He made me cry once, do y’know that?”

He’s talking to Anakin. Anakin’s heart is in his throat, his gut all twisted up. “Ben,” he warns. Maybe if he says Obi-Wan’s undercover name, he will realize where they are. He will stop telling these gangsters secrets he has not even told Anakin.

“More than once,” Obi-Wan says, looking down at Anakin’s face with hazy eyes. “But he made me laugh too. He always made me laugh, even when he was being horrible and…and uncivilized. And then one day, we were…arguing by a…pool. And I pushed him in. And he grabbed my ankle and pulled me in afterwards. And he said, ‘If I’m going to be in here, you’ll be in here too.’ And I realized that’s all I really wanted. Just to be with him. Wherever.”

Obi-Wan blinks at Anakin. Anakin stares back, mouth dry. 

That’s not in the cover story. That…that really happened. They’d been, Sith’s hells, Anakin can’t remember. They’d been…all of seventeen, friends for the most part. Obi-Wan had been upset that Anakin’s saber design looked so much like his, a fight they’d had so often that they could go through the motions in their sleep. He can’t remember why they’d been arguing about it once more, but it had ended with Obi-Wan pushing him into one of the sacred Temple fountains. Anakin had used the Force to pull him in as well, intent on getting him in just as much trouble as he would be in if they were caught.

That was it. That was all that happened.

Obi-Wan hadn’t…he hadn’t really fallen in love with Anakin afterwards. Anakin would have noticed. Obi-Wan couldn’t have fallen in love with him then, because the next day he went off to Mandalore for a whole kriffing year, and it was only upon his return they became inseparable. He wouldn’t have abandoned Anakin if he loved him. He wouldn’t have jumped out of that fountain like a startled loth-cat if he loved him. He would have stayed and convinced Anakin to love him in return. It would have been so easy, after all. Anakin had harbored a nasty, self-flagellating obsession for the other boy since he first arrived at the Temple. Back then at seventeen, he would have been so easy to coax into love, had Obi-Wan really loved him then.

Maybe Obi-Wan was just too drunk to remember the cover story.

That must be it.

“Baby,” Anakin says quietly, “pass me my drink, would you?”

It’s a good test. A sober Obi-Wan never fails to flush red in anger and stammer out a reproach when Anakin calls him baby and orders him around. He’s hated it since the start of this mission.

Now, Obi-Wan’s face goes red and blotchy, but he shivers. His eyes are hazy, his pupils dilated. He leans over to the table and grabs Anakin’s drink, giving it to him while looking at him beneath his eyelashes. So drunk then. Absolutely wasted.

“How was the wedding?” Cesti coos, probably because Anakin’s husband is the prettiest and cutest thing this side of the galaxy.

Obi-Wan’s mouth drops open as he licks his lips. He’s staring down at Anakin’s hand. His wedding band Obi-Wan had given him from the Council for this mission. “Better than anything I ever imagined,” Obi-Wan says. “And more than I ever thought I’d get.”

Anakin finishes his drink in two swallows and raises his hand for another. He cannot—he doesn’t—he’s a mess, his mind hurts, his husband is beautiful, he’s in love, he’s—

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In the morning, he wakes to a pounding headache and an empty bed, save for the barest ghost of a memory he can’t quite recall. Except it was important. He remembers that. He remembers thinking it was the most important thing he’d ever heard in his life.

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making a carrd for my masterlist and why... is it.... so hard........

[dhomochevski]

🤨🏳️‍🌈?

[sukugo]

was drawing this a while back and don't think ill be finishing either versions :P

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maybe i'll give up on this whole obikin canon divergence angst feelings tragedy stuff and write grievousxdooku crack smut instead