#quiobiani

[ehlectrick]

suggestive Anakin, loosely based on this fic <3

Both of the hands are wearing rings, but the gold ink doesn’t show up well on the scan so I included the photo

[birdycage]

Didn't draw anything for Halloween (AGAIN aahhh), so I finished instead.

Woe lingerie wearing Obi-Wans be upon ye

[wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart]

Setting loose the bunnies.

My at times overactive mind and crazy muse love to let plot bunnies loose in my brain (often at the most inconvenient times). Many times it's just a single image, an idea or a scene and admittedly, I love it. It gives me the opportunity to play with plot ideas, twists and little stories, occupying my brain with something positive. But I also get frustrated because so many of them never become anything more than that, plot bunnies that I collect but rarely share because I'm possessive about them, even though I know full well that I will most likely never write them. Any way, a dear friend (looking at you @barmadumet) suggested I ‘let them loose’ and see if they can find life on their own, that maybe there were others who could be inspired by them, which I admittedly would love. Developing and playing with plots is truly one of my greatest joys and I wish I could find more people willing to play this game with me. So I'm going to do just that, share some of my plot bunnies by writing a short outline and then setting them loose in the hope that they might run wild and free, and if I'm really lucky inspire others. I would of course love to help develop, or just plot play, and if anyone would like to take up an idea then please let me know so I can cheer you on. Below is a list of some very short plot ideas, and if anyone is interested in knowing more about what they might entail, or just want to tell me about what ideas they give you, if any, drop me a message.

Other more detailed plot bunnies will get their own post, so keep an eye out for #setting loose the bunnies. Have fun, plot freely, wildly and without inhibition.

* To have one last day with you. This one is a bit sad, as it is Obi-Wan dreaming about what he would do if he had just one last day with Anakin. It is inspired by Nik & Jay - En Dag Tilbage * Ghost Ship. In a big galaxy, there must be some abandoned ships, space stations and other deserted places floating around. This one is definitely Halloween themed, and I have both the movie Ghost Ship and the first Alien movie in my mind when I think of this bunny. * Padawan mayham. Time travel is always fun to play with, and there's a particular joy in sending our boys back and forth in time in an attempt to fix something, but this craziness takes it even further. So now imagine that shortly after Obi-Wan takes Anakin as his Padawan, a thirteen year old version of himself shows up but he's not alone, a lanky young version of Qui-Gon is with him, followed by a scowling young Jedi who has an uncanny resemblance to Count Dooku, but most mysterious is the young man who has no idea where he is and looks startlingly similar to Anakin. * Impossible love. AUs are entertaining and fun to play with, but this one is just a tiny idea, partly inspired by LOTR. Elf prince Obi-Wan falls for human warrior Anakin, knowing that their love is impossible. * The boy and the ghosts. This is a sad story with the potential to become a deep, long and convoluted story, but it could possibly also taken another, more humorous direction. Anyway, both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan die on Naboo, and little Ani disappears, taken by Maul and Sidious. However, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's tries to look after him as Force ghosts. * Seeking comfort. My muse came up with this idea of the disaster lineage having a tradition of seeking comfort in each other's beds. They are all part of an unusual lineage and loved each other even after they fall apart, there IS a special bond. It began with Dooku and Qui-Gon (not sure how) and ends (maybe) with Anakin and Ahsoka seeking comfort during the war before everything goes to hell. This one I think has the potential to be sweet fluff, or hot shameless smut possibly heartbreaking hurt/comfort, so take your pick. * The Pact. There's this ancient pact between the Sith and Jedi that dictates that in every generation, or for every hundred years, a couple from each order will be selected and united to keep the peace, working together to maintain the balance. * R2D2 knows all the secrets. This is canon in my opinion, R2 really knows ALL the secrets. This little droid has been there all along so it makes sense. But get this, what if Luke, after inheriting it, discovers that in its memory there are recordings of intimate moments between Anakin, Padmé and Obi-Wan? My naughty muse imagined him getting inspired and sharing some steamy moments himself with a certain princess (unaware that she's his sister) a snarky good-hearted scoundrel. * First kiss. Soul mats are a wonderfully cheesy theme, and can be so sugar sweet, devastating or deliciously complicated. So what if it's not until the first kiss that a soul mate is revealed. Then imagine that a master and padawan only realize they are soul mates the moment the master is mortally wounded... But then it is later revealed that the young boy with incredible potential they found on a desert planet is their third soul mate (because I make the rules and of course you can have more than one soul mate)

[dilfdarthvader]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

So... I decided to start an Obikin Kink Meme.

If you don't remember these, kink memes are a place where anyone can leave a prompt and anyone can fill it. There are no time constraints, no check-ins. You just prompt or can claim a prompt or do both.

This one is 18+ just due to me wanting to ensure people can comfortably be as kinky as they want.

If y'all want to spread the word or drop a prompt, please do (: Also I'm open to any questions

[mischievouschan4]

WIP Wednesday - Club!AU (QuiObiAni)

I may have missed Wednesday by 10 minutes local time, but IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS! Here's another "what I'd like to write Wednesday" post that isn't truly a WIP:

Obi-Wan so very rarely goes to clubs these days. He'd had his wild streak when he was in college, but now that he's closer to forty than thirty, most of his nights are filled with mugs of steaming herbal tea, a thick novel, and maybe a relaxing bath.

As the owner of a local bookstore, he's already obligated to spend most of his time reading, but he just loves exploring new worlds through the pages of the latest thrillers or feeling the full spectrum of human emotion in a romantic comedy. He never complains about reading more, it's one of his favorite things in the world. But his own life, as calm and predictable as it is, reads in stark contrast to the exciting places that his mind visits in his books.

...Which is why he feels so out of place sitting at a small round table in the second floor bar area of a packed nightclub. The dark space is occasionally lit by the strobe lights flashing up from the open dancefloor below, and the air is filled with a pulsating beat curated by the live DJ. Obi-Wan leans over the railing to take a peek at the writhing mass of bodies all jumping up and down in time with the music.

No, thank you. Hard pass, he thinks to himself.

He's only here because it's Quinlan's birthday today, and the man had dragged Obi-Wan and a bunch of their old college friends out for 'an exciting night out, c'mon Obi-Wan, don't be such a sourpuss'. Obi-Wan had signed resignedly, but didn't deny that he could probably do with a little more socializing beyond occasionally chatting with his clientele. His life isn't lonely, per say, just quiet. And while he usually appreciates the tranquility, sometimes he does wish he could have someone... to fill in the blank spaces of his monochrome existence with a bit of color.

So here he is, nursing a Scotch and contemplating the state of his life as he oh so carefully guards his friends' belongings that they'd left scattered on the table and chairs around him. They'd gone off to do who knows what, and Obi-Wan is halfway convinced that he should pull out his phone and start answering some emails. Suddenly, someone moves the purse off the chair next to Obi-Wan and slides smoothly onto the seat in its place.

"So... aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?" a sultry voice asks. Though, a bit of the effect is ruined by the need for him to shout.

Obi-Wan squints through the low light (maybe he should have brought his glasses) to make out the shadowed shape of a young man, really young, probably late teens young, with a handsome face and a headful of bouncy curls. He's also wearing the tightest outfit Obi-Wan has ever seen on a person.

Is Obi-Wan... being hit on right now? By a barely legal twink?

Obi-Wan clears his throat awkwardly. "I- I sell books," he says loudly, leaning closer to speak directly in the other man's ear in order to be heard over the din. The newcomer smells like expensive cologne. Musky. Alluring.

The kid leans back and raises his eyebrows as he blatantly appraises Obi-Wan up and down. "Well, it's a good thing I have my library card then, because I'm totally checking you out," he yells back, shooting finger guns in Obi-Wan's direction.

It takes Obi-Wan a second to even register what was said, too distracted by the juvenile display. "That's what you're leading with?" Obi-Wan questions as he shakes his head.

"You don't like?" the kid brushes off the snub. "How about this one? Baby, if you were words on a page, you'd be fine print." This time, the younger man drags out the words 'fine print' as he leans an elbow on the table and gazes up at Obi-Wan through his lashes.

Obi-Wan winces at the exaggeration.

"Still no?" The kid straightens and flicks his head to get the hair off of his forehead, unfazed. (Why was that so attractive?) "Okay, so I was reading the book of numbers, and I realized I don't have yours."

Obi-Wan sighs and holds up a hand, "How about we start with your name?" (He's actually mildly impressed with the kid's ability to think of so many book related pick-up lines on the spot, but something tells Obi-Wan that he doesn't need to inflate the kid's ego any more than it already is.)

"I'm Anakin," the kid, Anakin, answers. "What's yours?"

They sit there shouting at each other for a while with Obi-Wan becoming increasingly drawn in by the younger man's gorgeous eyes and attractive smirk. Anakin's smile should be illegal, Obi-Wan thinks to himself. He looks like sin incarnate. And the kid keeps touching Obi-Wan, finding every opportunity to lay a hand on Obi-Wan's bicep or trail his fingers across Obi-Wan's thighs. It's starting to drive Obi-Wan a little mad, his cock is definitely half hard in his pants.

All of a sudden, a busgirl comes up behind Obi-Wan, leaning over his shoulder to place a brightly colored shot onto the table. She pushes it towards Anakin as she yells, "From the man at the bar." Obi-Wan notices that she winks at Anakin before rushing off.

Anakin, clearly unconcerned about the safety of accepting drinks from strangers, lifts the glass and looks over Obi-Wan's shoulder to where the bar is, toasts someone - presumably the surprise benefactor who had bought him said liquor - and downs it in one gulp. The bob of Anakin's Adams apple as he swallows looks... incredibly tempting.

Obi-Wan feels annoyance stab through him, couldn't this 'man at the bar' see that Anakin was already taken? In fact, Anakin was the one who'd chosen Obi-Wan! But then, Obi-Wan reminds himself that it doesn't matter, it's not like he and Anakin are actually going to do anything. Right? Right?

"You're popular tonight," Obi-Wan points out neutrally.

Anakin just shrugs and puts his hand back on Obi-Wan's thigh with a smirk.

Obi-Wan quickly forgets why he's even miffed in the first place.

After a few moments, however, another man approaches their table and immediately invades Anakin's space. The man doesn't hesitate to thread his fingers into Anakin's curls and clench them into a fist, yanking Anakin's head back to bring their mouths together in a filthy kiss. They're clearly putting on a show for Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan feels his mouth fall open at the sight.

The other man, who is dressed to the nines in a full suit (tie and all), has his long hair pulled back in an elegant braid. He's also significantly older than Obi-Wan himself, and he moves with a well-practiced air that speaks of intimate familiarity with Anakin.

Obi-Wan watches, transfixed, as the man reaches up and wraps his fingers around Anakin's throat. Instead of fighting it, Anakin seems to arch his back further, putting himself on display while simultaneously pushing into the older man’s ministrations. The man doesn't squeeze, but Obi-Wan is getting all sorts of ideas as to what kinds of sexual activities these two get up to in private. Obi-Wan covertly adjusts himself in his pants as he watches Anakin enthusiastically respond to getting tongue fucked in public.

When the two finally break apart, the older man keeps a possessive arm around Anakin's waist as he extends a hand to Obi-Wan. In a bit of a daze, Obi-Wan registers that the other man's hand practically engulfs his own as they shake.

"I'm Qui-Gon," the man introduces himself. "I understand that you're the one my boy wants to fuck tonight." Qui-Gon also gives Obi-Wan an appreciative onceover. "Not bad," he compliments with a sensual smirk.

Obi-Wan instantly flushes red when he realizes that (somehow) both men are hitting on him? (How is this real life?) Maybe it’s due to the sheer implausibility of such a situation, or maybe it’s because he’s just that horny, but Obi-Wan lets himself get ushered into a back room of the club, a fancy office with a huge couch and, thankfully, soundproof walls.

"Are we allowed back here?" he asks tentatively. Finally able to speak at a normal volume.

"Yeah, we come here all the time," Anakin answers nonchalantly.

"But won't we get in trouble?"

Anakin smirks as he starts to shimmy out of his skin-tight outfit. Right there. In the middle of the room. "The owner of this place doesn't care," he says flippantly.

"In fact," Qui-Gon says as he comes to stand behind Obi-Wan and wrap his big hands around Obi-Wan's waist. The taller man brushes his nose against the shell of Obi-Wan's ear, sending shivers down Obi-Wan's spine. "The owner of this place likes to watch." Qui-Gon's voice rumbles like gravel, low and husky, and Obi-Wan can’t possibly resist. He pushes his hips back into the taller man and whimpers as Qui-Gon's hands slip in and dip below the waistband of Obi-Wan’s pants.

Anakin is completely naked at this point, and he goes to sit on the couch, hard cock on full display for the two older men. "And in case you're wondering," Anakin explains as grabs some lube hidden in the cushions, "Qui-Gon is the owner."

The long-haired man hums in confirmation as he tilts Obi-Wans face up for a long-awaited kiss. Qui-Gon is clearly very experienced at this, and Obi-Wan can do little except wind his arms around Qui-Gon's neck and cling. His knees have gone weak, and his brain is fuzzy.

Obi-Wan has his first threesome that night, with Anakin fucking into Obi-Wan with fervor at the same time Qui-Gon fucks Anakin at a more leisurely pace. The kid finishes before either of the other two, overwhelmed by the double stimulation, and Qui-Gon ends up fucking Obi-Wan until they both cum. By that point, Anakin is hard again, and Qui-Gon guides Obi-Wan to suck Anakin off as Qui-Gon fingers the younger man's hole.

Needless to say, Obi-Wan is thoroughly embarrassed afterwards, but Anakin just bulldozes through any awkwardness with his loud personality, and Qui-Gon seems to know exactly what Obi-Wan needs. A towel. His phone. A reassurance not to worry about Obi-Wan's friend's personal effects because Qui-Gon has already thought to ask a security guard to watch over their table.

Something about Obi-Wan must really make an impression because Anakin and Qui-Gon find ways to worm their way into Obi-Wan's life. Qui-Gon likes to stop by Obi-Wan's shop during the lunch hour to whisk Obi-Wan off to a fancy date. Anakin, who is actually older than Obi-Wan initially guessed (but not by much), is finishing up school to be a pilot, so he spends afternoons doing homework in the bookstore.

Obi-Wan is reluctant to believe it at first, but gradually, as weeks bleed into months, and months into years, Obi-Wan realizes that they are invested.

They each have their preferred sleeping positions in bed at this point (Anakin always wants to be in the middle). Qui-Gon has even become a business partner as he generously lends out the club space during the day for Obi-Wan to use for larger events that don’t fit in the bookstore, signings and club meetings and drag queen readings for kids. And every time he's home between flights, Anakin barrels through their lives like a hurricane, sexually and in other ways. The gifts he brings back from other cities are becoming too numerous to count in their new shared home.

Obi-Wan realizes he doesn't need a ring or a formal marriage to know that he's found his people. And maybe the matching tattoos the three of them get represent that promise. A stylized bird rising into the air, its wings spread to form the shape of a circle. Together forever, Anakin had promised. And without Obi-Wan consciously realizing it, he slowly comes see how Anakin and Qui-Gon have taken a palette to Obi-Wan's cookie cutter life and painted it in brilliant swathes of color. Together forever, Obi-Wan thinks to himself.

In the end, he gets his fairy tale ending.

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Ho boy, where did my mind go this week? I originally just wanted to write the tag-team club pick up, but then my mind went to bookstores and fairy tales and color metaphors. WOOPS!

ALSO: Yes, it's Qui-Gon that buys Anakin the shot. It's their little play, if Anakin drinks it there, he wants Qui-Gon to come over. If he's bored, he'll take it and walk away to enjoy in Qui-Gon's lap hehe

Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

[mischievouschan4-old]

Last "Line" Challenge

Nobody tagged me in this LOL but I wanted to do it anyways since I'm writing the next chapter of Transference!!

Very much still in draft form:

He knew he had utterly and completely failed at his duties then, and he had finally understood why his Master was so heartsick about Xanatos. There was very little that could compare to the shame of such an absolute rejection of Obi-Wan himself. For each Master passes down everything they are to their Padawan. All the knowledge, values, and ethos they possess. 

And in Obi-Wan’s case, it had been found lacking. He had been found lacking.

How could he ever be worthy?

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Open tag for anyone who wants to join! But tagging @dark--whisperings because I want to read something from Vampire fic hehe

[nickelanddamned]

PLEASE HELP!!!

I read this fic on ao3, "Inevitability" by user I_Gave_You_Fair_Warning. I believe it has since been deleted. Does anyone have it saved? Can I have it if you do? (unless the author wishes otherwise, but I CAN'T FIND THEM) It's Qui-Obi-Ani, Sith! Qui-Gon and Anakin, I think Obi gets gnawed on by rats???

here's the defunct link, if it helps for some reason

Inevitability - Chapter 1 - I_Gave_You_Fair_Warning - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Please please help me out, tumblr

EDIT: Found! Thanks to the amazing, wonderful @geodax

[anakinspraisekink]

omg what are qui gon and obi wan gonna do to anakin 🫣

Good question! Because I, uh, don't really know the deets yet 😅 but this has been an AU living in my head for a while now, where Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are an established couple and happen to be Anakin's hot neighbors, and Anakin is immediately super attracted to them but thinks he has no chance. He's surprised, then, when they proposition him, and when he's sees Obi-Wan's dick he's like "oh my god," and then when he sees Qui-Gon's dick he's like "OH MY GOD." And then they thoroughly destroy him 😚