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#Obikin my beloved
pararararablof · 1 month
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A little Obikin
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intermundia · 4 months
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so there's this devastating period of dramatic irony during revenge of the sith where obi-wan genuinely believes that anakin died on coruscant during order 66, like he assumes anakin died a hero at the temple, going down with the order itself, because it doesn't occur to him that it may be any other way. his grief is overwhelming, he's shaking and lost and needs yoda to reorient himself back into being a jedi at all. he does pull himself together, but then matthew woodring stover decides to punch the audience in the gut anyway:
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just look at obi-wan instinctively thinking of himself in the first person plural because anakin is so much a part of who he is and how he approaches the world, so deeply embedded in his language patterns too. like how many times must he have been accidentally slapped by memories like this, even after discovering what anakin became? his habitual jokes and quips are tied to the man he used to banter with so often. his mind is full of mines armed with grief haha
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sabictlali · 1 year
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Can you imagine the twins carrying the koalas/dogs(? and Anakin nervous about they being bitten? Obviously while Obi Wan finds it funny how Anakin is a mother goose
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sketchyspirit · 1 year
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘
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𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙  
𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙
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sapphicsparkles · 1 year
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Hurt/comfort obikin warmup sketch
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briliantlymad · 7 months
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I absolutely ADORE the tage "Fuck the noise out of Anakin Skywalker's Head" because it always makes me think thoughts like.
Padme and Obi-wan fucking Anakin so good that he's thoughts empty only his master and angel on his mind and even then he's floating away out into the stars. No more noise only delicious sex that takes the words out of his mouth, that stop his fidgeting hands, that soothe the frown off his face, that relax his muscles his aches.
and i can just imagine the fondness and amusement padme and obi-wan would radiate lookin at anakin all boneless and quiet. all hazy eyed pliant. so eagre to please.
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kana7o · 1 year
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Thinking thoughts
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ohwickedsoul · 1 year
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I have been. Reading sith obi-wan fan fiction.
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maralovesescapism · 7 months
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I’m curious. I want to see who Obi-Wan is shipped with most commonly shipped with.
I personally am a CodyWan shipper, and I would like to hear the reasoning for some of the other ships I see frequently.
You can comment your favourite ship of these and explain your thoughts on your choice of you want! I want to know everyone’s opinion!
Thanks!
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crowdiak · 2 years
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sasami-san · 7 months
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obimaul or as I like to think about it: enemies to even worse enemies to sorta over it physically
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k-dayun · 1 year
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So casually cruel in the name of being honest.
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intermundia · 8 months
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more peak tier anakin behavior (and also an unfathomably incredible choice by stover to include) is anakin not noticing that palpatine was trying to imply obi-wan was fucking his wife, because he assumed that if obi-wan WAS fucking a senator, it would be a man, and it's enough to rouse him from his exhausted, annoyed haze into sitting up, because they need to go find this man Right Now. brilliant. iconic. 10/10 content and prose. god bless this book
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sabictlali · 2 years
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I mean he’s not lying
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fleetstreetfatality · 8 months
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What if Obi-Wan had gone with Anakin to save his mother?
Anakin is broken, shattering into thousands of pieces before his eyes, utterly at a loss for what to do or how to feel as he's holding his mothers lifeless form and crying for all he's worth. Obi-wan can feel his anguish, his fear, his anger, his torment as his mind fights for what it should do versus what it wants to do; to make them pay. He has a front row seat to the painful display of his padawan crumbling before him. He can't let this stand. He was only following yoda's orders, his training. They were wrong. All of them. How could they deny the will of the child of the force when they would not do so to her. His padawan is conflicted. Scared. Obi-wan is meant to protect him, guide him, keep him safe and he has failed so spectacularly. He can feel them walking around outside the small hunt. Living. Breathing. Putting their children to bed. That will not stand. They will pay. By his own hand. It is the least he could do for Anakin. Cue qui-gon screaming no in the force, but it's at obi-wan
shout out to @anakinkshamer for putting up with me and always bouncing ideas back and forth. You are the greatest, my friend. <3
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oceandaffodils22 · 9 months
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Here’s a ficlet I wrote and posted on twitter for the pregnancy day of the past Stewjoni Biology Week organised by @deaddoveobikin 💚
Hope you enjoy some soft obikin with my beloved Preggy-Wan!
The war has finally come to an end, and the two generals can now indulge in some well deserved rest.
Or at least, they would if only Anakin did not let his oh-so passionate horniness enfold and - quite literally - fill his partner, who’s now expecting not one, but two babies.
Needless to say, despite the terrible timing, the splendid news is nothing but a breath of fresh air for the couple.
And so, days, weeks, and months go by between missions (and complaints from a certain overprotective boyfriend) - “Now, Anakin, enough with this nonsense. I am pregnant, not on the verge of death. I am perfectly capable of doing my duty, as always. Nothing’s changed.”
Little does Obi-Wan know, though, that a rather… big change is awaiting him indeed - and not simply metaphorically speaking. The more time passes, in fact, the larger and rounder the Jedi Master gets, engulfed in piles and piles of robes and cloaks, in a clumsy attempt to hide his growing belly.
There is no need, in truth, since everyone is well aware by now of the inextricable bond between the two Jedi - pregnancy and babies included. Yet, Obi-Wan seems not quite ready to be open about it, feeling ever more uncomfortable and insecure each passing day.
Alas, it is known that the stubborn Stewjoni old man has a habit of withdrawing behind a wall of apparent self-confidence and serenity - hard to tear down even for those closest to him. (Hard, yes, but not impossible. Especially for an equally stubborn partner…)
And so it is that on a particularly warm night, Anakin’s usual deep slumber slips away mere hours after its arrival, leaving him half awake in a surprisingly empty bed.
Rubbing his eyes, he looks around, struggling to see through the enveloping darkness, aided by the feeble and delicate light coming from the window - that very moonlight now gently caressing his beloved’s beautiful features.
Obi-Wan doesn’t seem to have noticed the ardent look his mesmerised boyfriend is giving him. Rather, he stays still, sitting on the soft beanbag chair in the opposite corner of the room, his lovely grey-blue eyes fixed on an indefinite point.
Anakin’s gaze, instead, can’t help but linger on the blessed view before him: Obi-Wan’s glorious belly and breasts - only veiled by the lace bra Anakin gifted him for his birthday - shining in all their magnificence.
“Anakin! What are you doing up so late?” The older Jedi breaks his lustful fantasies all of a sudden.
“Well, I could ask you the same thing.” Anakin slowly approaches him, his eyes still fixed on his body. He’s about to make one of his usual naughty jokes, but he stops the second he notices Obi-Wan’s uneasy look as he puts his hands on his belly, almost as if to cover it.
“Hey, is everything okay? Seriously, why are you awake? Wait, are you all right? Do you feel sick or-“
Obi-Wan gives him a tender smile. “I’m fine, dear one. No need to worry. You should go to bed. I’ll join you in a moment.”
But Anakin Skywalker is not one to easily surrender.
Thus, he hops on the beanbag as smoothly as possible, wrapping Obi-Wan from behind before the poor pregnant man has the time to realise what his pesky lover is doing.
“Anak-“ he instantly breathes out, only to relax mere seconds later as he feels Anakin’s soft lips stroking his cheek.
“Master, will you tell me what bothers you? Who do I need to punch?”
“Anakin!” The older man lets out a scandalised yet amused cry. “There is absolutely no need. Truly.”
“Then what is it? What’s the problem?”
Obi-Wan sighs, resigned - relieved, actually - to finally let it all out. “It’s- I’m not quite sure. I don’t even know how to explain it. Everything is so new and I have this… constant feeling of being heavy and big and… awkward. And-“
He lowers his gaze, embarrassed. “Oh dear. Now I feel incredibly foolish and ungrateful. I’m sorry, Anakin. This is all so disgraceful of me. I should only be happy and thankful for this wonderful gift the Force has blessed us with. I truly am. Please, forget what I said. It’s probably the hormones.
See? I told you you should go to sleep instead of listening to this old man’s pathetic rambling.”
Anakin’s lips curve into a fond smile. “Well, the thing is that this old man also happens to be my beautiful boyfriend, who I’m very much in love with.”
“Even this… big and round?” Obi-Wan’s oh-so tenderly surprised eyes turn towards him as Anakin can’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
“Are you kidding me?”
“No, Anakin, I’m not. I believe I’ve made it quite clear. Now, could you please be serious?”
“Sorry, sorry! I will, I promise. It’s just that… It’s so obvious to me.” The younger Jedi smiles, his hands gently caressing his lover’s belly. “Of course I love you. How could I not?
Obi-Wan, you’re beautiful. You’re literally glowing! And yes, you’re soft and round... And I like you even more like this,” Anakin whispers as his enchanted gaze falls on Obi-Wan’s perfect body.
“I mean, I stare at you in front of everyone. I just can’t help it! I can’t stop looking at you.”
“Really? When?”
If he didn’t promise him to be serious, Anakin would surely chuckle again - because how can his Master be so maddeningly cute and oblivious?
“All the time. Even Windu noticed it! And offered me his best scowl by the way, thank you very much,” he huffs, pretending to be annoyed. “ ‘Focus, Skywalker!’ Well, it’s a little bit hard when my boyfriend is so kriffing perfect!”
“Oh, dear one.” Obi-Wan’s voice is as soothing as a balm, his eyes ever so charming and loving.
“Great, I’m blushing now…” Anakin murmurs, embarrassed, as he feels his cheeks burning furiously. “Now who’s the awkward one?”
This time, it’s Obi-Wan’s turn to chuckle and show him his profound love. So he leans in slowly, and kisses him with that mix of passion and gentleness only he is capable of.
“Thank you, my dear,” Obi-Wan whispers right after, finally letting himself go to his safe haven.
“You know I’m always here for you, my love. All three of you,” Anakin says softly as he puts a gentle kiss on his lover’s head.
And so they stay, their hands intertwined in one another on the perfectly round belly protecting the babies the two parents are so eager to meet.
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