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bucknastysbabe · 9 months

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it's still me, sorry.

ancient rome with viserys III (he just has that twink senator build, I am telling ya)

YES TWINKY SELF IMPORTANT VIZZY III YOUR BRAIN MAKES MY GO SPLOOSH, also I took a while bc 1. Work 2. I get wayyyy too invested into research! So I hope you enjoy xoxoxoxxo

AU Bingo - Ancient Rome - Viserys III

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Imperial Rome setting, Viserys is an angry lil asshole, too much background building, aphrodisiacs, arranged marriage, pnv!sex, enemies to lovers, hate sex, they’re both bottoms they’ll figure it out later, background Jorah and Illyrio, dany living her best life!, orgy time, I hope that was a good offering to Cupid

A/N: Tumblr is full of smart people but I still marked stuff that might need a translation or explanation:)

Viserys Targaryen. The third. Bred well from a long line of Emperors. The dynasty had ended when his mad father was struck down by the Praetorian* guard meant to protect the man. He was a mere senator now, the Baratheon family forcing him into submission. Damnatio Memoriae* for Aerys and his eldest son Rhaegar.

Everyone knew you could flip a coin to decide if a Targaryen would be mad or not. Viserys, although smart and a respected senator, definitely leant towards the unwanted side of the sestertius*. Regardless, the man had enough allies to secure his position in aedileship* and keep the family estate. His little sister had been married off to some obscenely rich warlord king outside of Roman lines, further padding the man’s pockets.

He walked around like an inflated peacock with his purple striped toga, dreaming of revenge and retaking the grand palace. Not married, still young, and quite mean from all accounts. Rumors flew that he was the passive cinaedus* of his longtime Gaulish slave. But you had your eyes on the fool regardless of who said what.

Recently arrived from the ever growing Hispania Baetica*, your father, a powerful proconsul* had sent you with a retainer to find a husband. Your aunt was married to Rhaegar Targaryen, and there was a promise for your hand to Viserys.

There was a catch. Viserys was not made aware of this pact. All of the details ands plans were burnt up during the violent overthrow of mad Aerys. Greek fire everywhere from the accounts. Your sister and her babes had perished from the Lion of Rome’s horrid beast of a soldier.

Elia was gone now, you reminded yourself. Oberyn kept her memory alive much too much but you grinned and bared it. He accompanied you with his lover and only two of his many bastards. Viserys was to be hosting you all in his grand manse upon the Esquiline Hill*. He knew the power of your family and sought to gain more status.

A plethora of slaves tended to your baggage and personal goods. A fat man with a thick accent, Thracian* of sorts, welcomed you all with an ecstatic smile. “Good evening, I know you all must be weary from your travels, our busy Senator will be home late tonight and plans to sup in the morning. Please call me Illyrio, I am the steward here.”

He outstretched a jiggly arm and beckoned you all, “Come, come, dinner awaits.” Oberyn sniffed and sauntered in, viper eyes darting around suspiciously. He had become quite bitter and distrustful after dear Elia’s death. Rhaegar, a wonderful general, had found some Briton barbarian’s daughter while putting down an uprising and squirreled her away. Much to the anger of the Novantae*.

Robert Baratheon also took offense to the affair, having eyes for the same girl. Add on Aery’s madness and rising tensions against the imperial family. Well. That’s what led to now. It’s bad when the Roman army has to enter Rome. Slimy Lion of Lannister, Tywin, a once trusted Consul* and general settled the fighting quite quick. His son, a Praetorian guard, struck down the Mad Emperor.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, weary from all the travel. Dinner and chatting was a blur, Oberyn interrogating Illyrio up quite intensely about Viserys. You retired early to a sumptuous room, dreaming of frolicking in the paintings until slumber met you at last.

In the morning you had two girls attend your bathing, dressing, and other attending. You felt quite beautiful in your immaculate yellow stola, embroidered with gold. Your headband and jewelry was also gold and citrine. They smudged your eyes with kohl, painted your lips a darker color with berries. All to hopefully ensnare.

Padding to the triclinium* you readied yourself. Being a proconsul’s daughter, you knew how to behave. Hispania Baetica was extremely romanized, it wasn’t like you came from Judaea* or Asia Minor*. Your family was mostly seated, Oberyn and Ellaria looked tired. They may have treated themselves to the pleasure of Rome last night.

Illyrio beside a big man in armor and the distinct silver haired of a Targaryen graced your vision. Viserys was quite handsome, lengthy waves, strong features, and long limbs. No warrior like Rhaegar but self assured in his own right. You gave obeisance and sat down. Viserys intense lilac eyes bored into you, pretty lips curling up in pleasure.

He hummed, “Martells. You have been good to the Targaryens for many a moon. I hope the trip was fair, nice to see you Oberyn. I hope Doran is doing well.” The senator’s smile was stiff lipped and frigid.

Oberyn snorted, “The place smells of pig shit and is overcrowded. But a fine city I suppose. The streets of pleasure are wondrous. How is the usurper doing?”

An awkward hush enveloped the room. Viserys’ eye seemed to twitch. His pallid cheeks reddened, “The fat oaf is fine. The Lion does his dealings after the Arryn man passed.” Oberyn hissed, “Detestable fucker.”

You cleared your throat and gestured to Illyrio, softly stating, “I’d love to reminisce on the injustice of our past but we did not travel to Roma for nothing, Senator.” Viserys seemed a relax a smidgeon, eyes narrowing at Illyrio’s wide frame. He drawled, “Was there something not to my knowledge? As the leader of my family this could be treason.”

The big man placed a hand on his sword.

Illyrio laughed it off and boomed, “No, this is all good tidings. A proposal lost in the fire.”

“Go ahead, Mopatis.”

You nervously popped some grapes into your mouth, eyeing the silver haired man’s heady gaze. He was entranced— for what gain you did not know. Illyrio opened the scroll and read of the marriage pact hastily made after the downfall. You would marry and join Viserys’ household.

The Senator remained quiet, the guard muttering something along the lines of, “That’s a first.” Viserys finally hummed, “What will I receive if I am to marry your girl? Gold, allies, men? I will become Emperor again dear Martells. You burn with the same injustices!” A vein on his forehead twitched.

Oberyn bristled, “You will receive a handsome sum and my gorgeous niece. Have patience, little Targaryen, lest the people might think you’re madder than your father,” he sharply grinned, “Excuse me, the emperor before Robert. Damnatio memoriae is a bitch, hm?”

Viserys barked, “Quiet your tongue, red viper! I accept the girl, shall pay the dowry, but I need allegiance. My sister awaits with her warlord husband, powerful screamers on horseback.”

Oberyn settled back down with a shit-eating grin, placing his sandals on the table, throwing an arm around Ellaria. You nodded and added, “All good things come with time, Aedile Targaryen. We shall plan, and I will do anything in my power to asssist.”

He was quaking with anger, long and thin fingers almost shredding the purple edging of his toga. Illyrio hummed, “Very well, we shall have the wedding, small, and pay the dowry. Then you may return to Hispania.”

Oberyn stated, “My daughter Obara stays as her personal guard, then we shall leave in the morn.” Viserys glared at the strong woman, lips thinning in annoyance. You glanced down at your hands, quite unsure what to do with an unstable temperament.

You’d find a way, always had. Nothing cunt couldn’t fix. Unless the Senator didn’t prefer that. But that could be arranged too.

After the wedding, you felt alone and bored. Viserys had held intercourse with you once, a banal affair. Strange for a Roman, a Targaryen one at that. Obara and Jorah as you learned, were mainly your company out and about. Viserys spent most of his time on the Capitoline Hill*. Planning events and city works, whatever Aedile’s did.

One day you’d had enough. You decided to snoop around Visery’s personal quarters, he’d be in hearings all day. Illyrio turned a blind eye with a small smile. Coming to a bronzed desk you found a half-unrolled paper. Wonderfully decorated with Pan and his nymphs.

Fingering the scroll open your eyebrows raised. It was an invitation. Tomorrow night. To a secret party with masks only. It was likely to be an orgy once you placed the masks, Pan’s* turgid cock, and the syrupy invitation. Your fool husband wasn’t going to even let you know.

“Illyrio!,” you hollered.

Heavy footsteps and breathing came closer and closer. Mopatis wiped the sweat from his brow. He panted, “My lady?” Padding over to the large man you shoved the invitation toward pudgy hands.

“Was my dear husband planning on inviting me?”

He stared at you with a strange expression, mouth twitching. You held his gaze before he broke. “No. He was to go alone. Felt stifled recently.”

You snarled, snatching the invitation back, Mopatis now leaning on a doorway. You murmured, “Say Illyrio, dear steward, could you perhaps get me into this sordid soirée?” His fleshy face erupted into a smile.

“I have friends in the lowest and highest of places, I’m sure we could arrange your arrival. A surprise for your husband. I’ll have to send one of the girls to the mask maker.” Patting a shoulder you mused, “Hmm, I cannot wait to see the look on the asshole’s face.”

Jorah snorted from afar.

You gained entrance into a vast complex of gardens and smokey rooms, smelling of herbs. Petals littered the ground at every turn. You fixed your mask and stola, quite lost. You’d heard of these debauchery laden gatherings high up in the echelons of Rome.

It wasn’t like that in your household, definitely in Oberyn’s with all the boys and women he could fuck until dawn. A man with a deep voice sidled next to you, offering a goblet of wine, “Here sweet one, this brew will make Cupid himself bless you.” You took it and asked, “Where is the main gathering?”

“Follow me nymphet,” he hummed.

You downed the wine, unsure if that was a horrid idea or not. But Jorah was waiting on the outskirts in case you may need help. Citizens of Roma were fucking and kissing all over as you drew near the sounds of wailing and drums. The mysterious man hummed, “This is where the show is, where you find your lovers for the night.”

He disappeared as fast as he had met you. Eyes scanning through the fog you spotted silvery hair. Viserys was sprawled with some ladies, idly watching the erotic show on the dais. Sucking in a breath you sat on some cushions directly across from him.

Heat began to slither up your belly, the haze and glistening skin of the erotic dancers making your cunt ache. Pulling at your stola you stifled a whine, chewing on your lip under the mask. It must have been that brew that man gave you, some sort of Aphrodisiac. Venus herself must have dipped her tits in the brew, you were on fire.

Transfixed in the low hum of the droning singers, the sensual beating of the drums and the escalating cries of pleasure— you were not prepared for a rather smug voice in your ear. Yelping and sliding away, long fingers wrapped around your upper arm, jerking you close. Viserys lilac eyes were a bit hazy as he murmured, “You aren’t secretive you know that? Thinking I don’t know that you’re going through my belongings, sending my steward around.”

As his thin face began to erupt into a sinister smile you grew a bit fearful. Maybe you’d crossed the line. Targaryen’s were notoriously unpredictable. You gulped out a weak, “I apologize, maritus*, I do, please!” Viserys only smiled more and pulled you flush atop his thin hips.

“I’d prefer dominus*, my sly little Baetican,” he drawled, dragging fingertips across your overheated skin. Nosing along your slick neck he continued, “Almost as slithering as that viper of your uncle,” his soft curls tickling you issued a full body shudder and whimper.

“Dominus, I simply wished to- ah- find out what pleases you! You show me no attention,” you wheedled, overwhelmed with groping hands and wandering lips. Viserys cruelly mocked, “Dear, you were a pact, a bag of sesterces, a pretty little something that makes me look good when I get my birthright back.”

Anger seized through your veins at his callous words, shoving him off with a hiss. Viserys smug look turned to shock as he called, “I wasn’t done yet! Come back here!” You shook your head and stumbled through the clouds of burning incense, past the degenerates contorted and fucking, howling to Lūna.*

Slinking through to doors, not to make any noise, you arrived on a much quieter plaza of sorts. A fountain, some beautiful columns, and a small worship temple. Probably Venus. You ran toward the temple, seeking to hide from your vile husband.

Inside everything was painted a rosy, gorgeous color. A statue of Cupid* surrounded by candles and offerings sat at the head. You decided to sit against the wall, staring at the little cherub from the side. You filtered through your robes to throw a coin at the shrine. No one had shrines to the son of Venus*. That you knew until now.

“Strike him, will you,” you asked out loud.

Viserys. What a wretched ass. You knew this was a pact. He showed desire but nothing else. Doomed to a loveless marriage with a power-hungry maniac. You wanted to make him cry, make him hurt like you were. Throwing your mask off your hands clenched into balls of fury. Then took a deep breath, holding the tears back.

“I said I wasn’t done, now you ran off to weep?,” Viserys snapped as he entered the shrine. You stared at him coldly and replied, “No, I didn’t want to hear your vile words. I’m sure you had some great insults coming up, dominus.”

The blonde scoffed and leaned against a pink column, crossing his sinewy arms. He drawled, “Whatever, I was going to say, that you have proven yourself to be strong and dedicated. I like that. Ask me next time and I’ll take you along to my affairs.”

You crawled forward on all fours, holding his piercing gaze until you sat back in front of cherubic Cupid. Gesturing to the god you said, “I’m glad then, I have your approval dominus. Now fuck me. Prove it. Prove your power over me.”

Viserys sputtered for a second, pale cheeks blotchy. His cock was hard enough you could see it through the layers of his toga. You needed this, didn’t care if it was the Minotaur of days of old fucking you open. Anger and lust coursed in your veins, the drink wracking your system.

He mumbled under his breath and padded over to shut the doors to the shrine. Just leaving you two and marble Cupid. He knelt down in front of you, looking composed but sweat beaded along the high points of his face. You leaned back, revealing your legs and bare cunt, pulling and undoing your stola*.

Viserys sat like a dolt. Obviously he did not have the upper hand in this situation, Face getting redder and redder. You purred, “Dominus, or should I say, Caesar?” The blonde moaned softly, trembling hands undoing his expensive garments marking the man’s station. You were naked and waiting, smirking to yourself. Viserys, now just as bare didn’t move.

“How do you want me Caesar?,” you hummed with a cock of your head. Visery’s swollen prick could rival Priapus* currently, leaking and red. He rasped thinly, lips agape, “Ride me, ride me, hispanus.” Stifling a laugh at the suddenly submissive acting senator you prowled forward like a tigress, placing your jeweled hand on his pale chest, pushing the man back.

Straddling yourself across lean thighs you rolled your slick pussy across his length, moaning lowly in satisfaction. Big hands clamped down on your thighs, a strangled noise leaving Viserys’ throat. Suspiciously close to a whine.

You leaned forward to press your tits against his flat chest, breathing against his pink lips, “Caesar, why are you bowing to such a simple whore him? One from Hispania, probably not even a citizen. Tsk tsk” Viserys thrashed some, face pouty. His free hand clamped down on your neck as the blonde hissed, “This is no time to jest, your Caesar wants you to ride his cock. Get to it.”

He wouldn’t let go until you heaved for a breath, sliding onto his long cock, the protrusion deep and nestled on your sensitive upper walls. He let go, hands now groping your breasts, that irritating look back on his face. You coughed wetly, sucking in breath as you clumsily began the first few thrusts, but it felt wonderfully divine.

Your pussy, lips, and nipples were hypersensitive and swollen, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting off over your body. You rode harder, seeking more and more. Viserys gasped, “Gods, fuck, you’re different tonight.” Slapping him across the cheek while simultaneously squeezing his turgid length made the made shout, eyes fluttering.

“I may be your, hng ohhh, wife, b-but I can be your equal! Fah-fucking lackwit! Jaehaerys and Alysanne ring a godsdamned bell?” Your cunt grew slicker and slicker with your arousal, sweat rolling down your back, between your bouncing tits. The small shrine was growing warmer, the sounds of fucking echoing in the small temple.

Viserys mewled hungrily around your chest as you reached back to grab his overfull balls, squeezing ever-so gently. His eyes flashed open, mouth opening and body arching as he cried your name passionately. He managed to string together a broken sentence, “I- Ifffff- you beast, keep it up, ah Cupid you little shit! I will rethink my behavior!”

You plastered yourself to the man, luridly slapping your plush hips against him, moaning uncontrollably. Viserys was right along with you in pitch, desperately jerking his wonderful cock into your needy cunt. Sloppy sharing lips you growled, “Good boy.”

Your foggy mind expected another bout of anger.

No. Viserys outright whimpered and seized your lips, skinny arms holding tight as he planted his feet and pounded your cunt. He licked into your mouth, tongues dancing together in a style much older than Rome ever was. The senator caressed and sought to drive himself into you, besides his cock of course.

Pulling free from slobbery lips you rasped, “You like that? Dominus just wants to be my good boy? Ah-ct like one and I’ll give you ah-ah-alll the praise you want oh pretty silver!” He nodded fervently, lilac eyes searching your own, whimpering unintelligibly.

His blunt cock head was massaging your most tender spot, driving you to grab Viserys hand and guide it to your swollen Pearl. He picked up easily, eyes lidded with heavy satisfaction at your carrying on. You began to shake, the pleasure heightening to the realm of the gods.

“Ah! Caesar, Viserys, Dominus! I’m gonna,” you convulsed and crumpled atop of him whining when your clit was rudely pinched. Another one wracked your frame when a flood of hot spend filled your warm cunt. You babbled deliriously in your own dialect, Viserys panting and heaving through his heavy unload.

Flattened atop of him now you warily eyed Cupid, little cheeks puffed as he smiled. With a scoff and a residual tremble you said, “I did pray he would strike us. Not sure if it’s love, but I felt the lust.”

Viserys hummed gently, carding fingers through your sweaty curls, “He might have mad contact, I would kill any other woman this brash. Take that as a compliment, you are quite special my baetican vipera.”

“I’ll take it. Do you think our fucking was a good enough offer?”

He barked a laugh, stealing your lips for a peck, “Very much so. We should built a shrine in the manse.”

Translations/Explanations:

* Praetorian Guard: Guard of the Imperial family, Caesar, and special agents

* Sesterce: Roman Coin 1/4 of a denarius

* Denarius: silver coin

* Aedile/Aedileship: Senator of public office, Job that involved maintenance of Public buildings in shape and regulation of public festivals. Also keeping city life in order and that needs are met.

* Cinaedus: Male willing to be the passive partner in a homosexual relationship

* Hispania Baetica: Third province of Spain. Rich and romanized, they are citizens of Rome. Eventually brought up now named cities of Cádiz, Seville, Cordoba.

* Pro-consul: Governor or military commander of a province

* Esquiline hill: One of the seven hills of Rome. A upper class residential district.

* Thrace/Thracian: Area of people spanning between Bulgaria, Greece, and Turkey.

* Briton: Roman conquered England

* Novantae: powerful Celtic tribe in the north of Briton.

* Consul: Highest senate position, has the emperors ear

* Triclinium: a dining room with couches on three sides and a table.

* Capitoline Hill: Name says all they be doing government shit up there

* Pan: Greek name for a forest god with nymphs. A horny goat okay

* Cupid: God of lust/love, son of Venus

* Maritus: Husband

* Dominus: Lord, master, owner

* Caesar: Emperor

* Venus: goddess of beauty and love

* Stola: Women’s dress at the time, feminine version of the toga

* Priapus: Fertiliy protection god known for his HUGE DONG

* Hispanus: From Hispania

#Ancient Rome!au #viserys iii targaryen x reader #viserys iii targaryen #asioaf fanfic #got fanfiction #got smut #asoiaf smut #au bingo #ask answered #ily Angsti

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sixlane · 8 days

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hiya lane give me ur jegulus recs that isn't widely known 😏😏

hi agonnn ok so i cant lie i haven’t been reading much fic lately 😭 i’ve been so busy but i do have two for you: love of mine by my lovely bella @bellaxisworld it made my cry fr so soft so tender but the angsty bits got me good and kat’s @messrsage senate twink au the vibes are so immaculate so sexy and ooo i just love it i think about them often

#agon i would love your recs too 🤲🏻#agon tag <3

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tennessoui · 2 years

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OMG UR RECENT ROLE REVERSAL AU IS SOOOOOO GOOOD can imagine anakin feeling an inexplicable jealousy when obiwan and the senator are such good friends

(in reference to this post)

see, baby obi-wan (19) is very prideful, so even though he was visited by force ghost qui-gon jinn, he's not going to just. forgive anakin and move on and beg him to teach him (like he spent the whole ride from stewjon to coruscant doing when he was a real baby (9)). he invites anakin back into the senate chambers for short talks, which he is often late to because the senator of stewjon is demanding his time for this or that reason, you understand, right, master skywalker?

and all anakin understands is that this twink is going to drive him absolutely insane because being next to him feels like standing next to a fire but then being left feels like freezing to death which is probably very bad for one's mental health. but then anakin turns down one of obi-wan's invitations last minute and instead accepts an invite to have tea with the chancellor and obi-wan catches them leaving the chancellor's office and anakin is like 'oh i'm sorry aide kenobi, i had more pressing matters to attend to' which is like a nuclear blast to obi-wan's self confidence coming from THIS jedi who already decided that ONCE so obi-wan is like 'fine. my apologies. i won't ask again.'

and then he DOESN'T, even though anakin is wearing a hole in his quarters waiting for him to. he doesn't and he doesn't and he doesn't until anakin storms into the senate building (again), pulls him aside (again), puts him against the wall (this is new), and demands to know if he would like to be trained or not, all jokes aside.

to which obi-wan (breathlessly) replies "i already know how to wield a saber and meditate and commune with the Force, what do you think you can teach me that four different masters and my senator boss cannot"

and then they have to kiss

#asks #i just have sooooo many thoughts about this #like obi-wan and anakin both just being tornadoes with blades whirling around and destroying each other at first #feeling out soft spots in order to take the hammer to them #only to fall down together into healing and gentleness despite the pain #featuring more jedi master anakin just about ready to tear his hair out #AND Fall to the dark side if obi-wan is going to keep ruthlessly denying him attention #and denying him in general #obikin #the senator menace au

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2dayihaveaheadache · 1 year

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Folks welcome to the multifandom mythical land of Felixmania!

I’m Felix, a literature and art history major with a passion for neologisms, Shakespeare, and classic philosophy. To put it simply, I do create content about Obikin, AzirCrow, Cherik, Johnlock, and Marauders (Jegulus, Wolfstar) stuff. You find here historical AUs, snippets, and WIPS.

So, here we have Felix’s Obikin (Star Wars) snippets:

Senator Obi-Wan AU: On the annual Coruscantian celebration Obi-Wan gets charmed by a pleasure slave, desperate do everything get a taste of him, Hellenistic worldbuilding, a lot of Art references. (explore the texts here)

Neighbors AU: Obi-Wan is a struggling single dad of two. Anakin offers to help – in more than one way. (here)

Valentine’s Day AU: Literature professor Kenobi spends another lonely night out drinking Whiskey at a bar in New York City (a sad Valentine’s Day, right?) until Anakin, very Twink-ish, comes around with a witty pickup line and plunges him into full-on sexual crisis (all hail midlife crisis). (find the text here) (now overworked and crossposted on ao3)

Romcom AU: A Homecoming-styled-esque story about reconnecting to your family, overcoming anxiety, and finally being able to stand by your true self, inspired by Mitski lyrics (I glow Pink in the night, great song) and not as cheesy as it sounds, vague ending (find Part 1 Obi-Wan's POV here) and (Part 2 Anakin's POV here)

Macbeth AU: Alias the Life and Downfall of Lord Anakin of House Skywalker, the Thane of Cawdor. As a knight’s attendant, Anakin has served his years under Count Dooku’s tutelage, becoming one of the greatest swordsmen of all time. There he also met Obi-Wan Kenobi, heir to the Scottish Throne. A tender love blossoms between them on the fighting ground, a love between swords, male sweat, crowns, and hormones. (Find here the initial idea and here the first part.)

#felix's weird thoughts and drabbles #last updated march 2024 #working on getting a proper ao3 soon

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jedibongrip · 1 year

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cheating au and/or marriage of inconvenience please

based on ask game

>:)c

cheating au is where i take obi-wan and beat him into a fine paste. he's in a long term relationship with qui gon, since he was very young, and one day finds qui gon cheating on him with some twink (who is the same age as when obi-wan and qui gon met) and it basically ruins obi-wan's life. a few years later he meets anakin but is he obi-wan's perfect match?

marriage of inconvenience is a fic where stewjoni senator/noble (but not direct royalty i think) obi wan marries anakin, prince of tattooine to secure mining, shipping, and trade rights during the galactic civil war. anakin's mother doesn't want anakin to travel while there's a galactic war, so they get married by proxy, and honestly, obi-wan kind of forgets about it. obi-wan thinks the marriage is in name only, just for legal stuff, and its only years later when he meets his husband for the first time that he realizes that anakin doesn't view it the same way...

cheating au snippet:

This betrayal is more than just hurtful, though it certainly is that. It’s humiliating. Everyone told Obi-Wan this would happen, that if Qui-Gon picked Obi-Wan out of a crowd, soon his eyes would stray to someone younger, perkier, prettier. Obi-Wan had ignored them, told everyone that they were wrong. Surely, Qui-Gon would never do such a thing, would never hurt Obi-Wan like that. Surely, all the late night kisses, the soft hand holding, the promises of always, the way he would smile as he ran his hands through Obi-Wan’s hair, surely that all meant something to him, just as it did for Obi-Wan. Surely, fifteen fucking years together counted towards something. Surely, Obi-Wan was loved enough that something as benign as aging wouldn’t change anything.

Seething at his dining room table, waiting for his partner (and doesn’t that make it worse? Obi-Wan can’t even say his husband, because the man had a ‘principled objection’ to marriage) to finish helping his little whore get dressed, all Obi-Wan can think about is how he found his first grey hair four months ago. He pointed it out with a laugh and said that soon the two of them would be matching. In retrospect, Qui-Gon didn’t seem nearly as amused as Obi-Wan was.

marriage of inconvenience snippet:

So, Obi-Wan got married. Obi-Wan signed and sent off a marriage certificate, and apparently on Tatooine, they held a ceremony with a stand-in for him. He secured a trading deal, a hyperspace route, and mining rights for Stewjon, and by extension, the Republic. Many people thanked him for it, called it a noble sacrifice. The metals were used to build ships, armours, and weapons. The crystals used to power blasters. Some people said that they only won the war because of the fresh supply of resources they acquired. He rarely advertised that this stranger-husband was, at the time, seventeen years old. It made him feel vaguely naseauated, when he thought about it, about the child that now carried his last name. Truly, he doesn’t understand why the Skywalker’s are now deciding that Obi-Wan needs to meet and interact with his husband. Without even asking, Queen Skywalker sent Obi-Wan a polite, but firm, message telling him that Anakin would be en route to Coruscant, as the senate had prorogued and it would be three weeks until the next session began. She followed the message with a docket for when and where Anakin’s ship would land. Then another message with a list of foods that Anakin was either allergic to or didn’t like. The last message had ended with a short, “Take good care of my boy, Kenobi.” Obi-Wan could practically hear her commanding voice from across the galaxy.

#bongrip answers #ask games

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ao3feed-obikin · 2 years

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got so much to lose (got so much to prove)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41266296 by brainjuicey (anzietyfreak) In a twist of events nurtured by hubris and unsuspected manipulation, Anakin fakes his death in a plot to uncover the Sith, unwittingly serving as the catalyst exposing the corruption of the Galactic Senate and the hypocrisy of the Jedi Order. Obi-wan, left picking up the pieces of a war-torn galaxy, his heart, and his belief system, begins a journey to avenge his former padawan and fulfil his destiny of bringing balance to the Force by any means necessary. Or, the one where everyone hits rock bottom and Obi-wan lives with the catholic guilt of desiring the blond twink carnally and being willing to do anything for him. [Revenge of the Sith AU] Words: 2615, Chapters: 1/12, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Yoda (Star Wars), Mace Windu, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Aayla Secura, CC-2224 | Cody Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Canon Divergence - Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, What if Anakin faked his death instead of Obi-wan? AU, aren't you tired of being nice!Obi-wan, Dark Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-It, Mace Windu Being an Asshole, Yoda being a queen, BAMF Padmé Amidala, Obi-wan/Rock Bottom, Role Reversal, Anakin Skywalker Doesn't Turn to the Dark Side, Satine Kryze Dies, Present Tense, AU Dooku escapes the battle of Coruscant, The CPU Metaphor, Obi-wan breasting boobily into first degree murder, The natural healing of gay sex read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41266296

#IFTTT #Obikin #AO3feed #Star Wars

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positivityjediprince · 3 years

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DinLuke fake dating AU but with a twist - Cara and Luke are fake dating.

The senate has been pestering Leia and Luke for Luke to be involved in a political marriage, in order to get them off his back Luke claims he has a partner. The senate smell bantha crap and ask him to bring his partner to the next big social event/ball.

Luke is beyond stressed. He considered asking Din, but he is completely and utterly in love with the man and having Din 'pretend' to love him back, when he knows he doesn't feel the same way, would destroy him.

So not Din. Then he has, what he thinks is, a genius idea - Cara! With Cara there is no risk of either of them developing feelings. It's perfect!

Cara laughs solidly for about half an hour. She then notices his serious pleading expression and agrees to help him. # wlw and mlm solidarity

Now Din. Oh Din. He is ridiculously in love with Luke. Everything from his fighting skills, his compassion, his flying and (most importantly) how lovingly he interacts with Grogu.

He hates galas but Bo Katan and Paz have dragged him there - he is Mand'alor after all. He's scanning the crowd for a familiar mop of blonde hair and the most wonderful blue eyes when the doors open and in walks Luke - arm in arm with one Cara Dune.

They are announced as betrothed. Paz is in hysterics, even Bo is greatly amused by the most well dressed twink pretending to be engaged to the biggest lesbian in the universe. But Din...Din feels his heart plummet.

He leaves the gala and heads back to the ship, where Fennec and Boba are in hysterics over the live stream of the Gala. Luke and Cara are being interviewed and trying to act as a couple but it is the most awkward and unconvincing performance that has everyone who knows them creasing. Even Leia can be seen trying to hide her laughter as Cara places the most wooden kiss on Luke's cheek.

Din is sulking and panicking, he knew he didn't have a chance with Luke but he could still imagine it when Luke had no partner. How did he miss two of his closest friends falling in love and getting engaged.

Fennec, Boba, Bo and Paz are baffled that Din thinks this isn't a fake relationship for Luke to get the senate off his back. "Djarin, look at them."

Cue many many weeks of Luke and Cara being the most unconvincing and awkward fake couple, and becoming the biggest meme with their friends. Fennec had a massive poster of Cara kissing Luke where both of them looked repulsed and stiff - she asks them to sign it.

Luke assumes all their friends know its fake. Din does not think its fake and begins to act weird around Luke, who is devastated and confused and hurt. They're both pining like mad and the others are getting fed up. No matter how much they try and convince Din that the relationship is fake he refuses to believe them and spends his time (when not with Grogu) sulking and being distracted - he tries to act happy for them which only makes Luke think he's joining in on the joke.

The pining, the comedy, the frustrated friends who form an unlikely team to get these two space idiots together - incredible.

When they get together and later married Cara repeatedly declares that she is the sole reason for Din and Luke's happiness and uses it as a get out of jail free card constantly - it only sometimes works.

Grogu has two dads and the best family (it's amazing how much trying to get your friends to get their act together bonds a group of people) and they live happily ever after.

#dinluke #skydalorian #luke skywalker #din djarin #cara dune #boba fett #bo katan kryze #paz #it would be chaotic #i love them #best pining dumbasses #mudhorn morons

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cherryblossomriot · 3 years

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i had a dream the other day that was basically a dinluke cowboy au and it has been HAUNTING me, so just allow me to deposit it upon you like my subconscious drop kicked it onto me:

Luke is a disabled veteran who has returned from war one hand lighter and several scars heavier. When he returns, his family, who are heavily involved in the politics/military of this fictional land, don’t understand his now jaded and melancholic view of both the world, but also the ideologies that they so strongly believe in, leading him to constantly feel like an outcast even among the people that he so dearly loves. They’re all passionate and strong-willed, but they still don’t understand, not his struggles with mental health or his new perspective, and it just makes things worse and worse and worse. Anakin is a general, and though he’s seen the gruesomeness of war firsthand, he’s also become desensitized to it and has anger-management issues, so he often almost finds a sort of refuge within the chaos of battle, so he clearly cannot even fathom the emotions and trauma that Luke is trying to sort through, much less know how to deal with them properly. Padme is a senator and cares deeply about the crimes and seemingly senseless violence occurring during the war, but she’s also a politician and knows how to play the long game, so when Luke comes to her, he leaves feeling misunderstood and pushed aside. Leia is the only one who seemingly understands, as the pair of them have a deep, intrinsic bond, but she doesn’t fully grasp Luke’s moods and doesn’t handle his breakdowns and flashbacks well. So everyone feels a little upset, a little unsettled, and a lot like they don’t understand why and how Luke has changed, which leads to Luke feeling more and more out of place within his own family. The war ends relatively soon after Luke’s return, which leads to parades which leads to awards which leads to balls and banquets, all of which Luke is forced to attend, his heart dragging but his head held high, because he’s an Amidala-Skywalker goddammit, and we have a certain responsibility and image to maintain to the public and everyone who endured so much. So Luke has to sit there through awards and boasts of glory and mentions of battle scars and it goes on and on and on, and he has to smile and bear it and accept the medal that they’re giving him because he did such a great service to his country and-he has a panic attack. A nasty one that leads to him having to flee from a ballroom, and outside to the gardens. Once he’s there, he realizes that he doesn’t want to go back in. At all. So he runs away. He just picks a direction and goes, stealing a car on the way (this is a modern au but also fictional countries because I don’t want to get into real politics, hooo boy no siree). In the middle of nowhere, he gets caught in a storm and basically crashes his car and passes out.

But when he wakes up! That’s when the fun begins.

He’s in this cozy sort of bedroom, and this hot guy is fast asleep in the chair beside his bed, and is that a little kid in his lap? Anyway, the hot guy wakes up, introduces himself as Din Djarin in the softest, most attractive voice Luke has ever heard with his own two ears, and doesn’t ask him where he’s from or what he was doing driving in the middle of bumfuck nowhere at 3 in the morning, so Luke is obligated to have a lil crush on him, even though he’s not sure about the kid. So he asks, and Din introduces him to his son Grogu, who waves at him and signs hello, because, as Din explains, he doesn’t speak much, and the foster system wasn’t too kind to him, so he’s got a little bit of trauma to work through. And Luke just, instantly falls in love with this soft dad and his cute little son who can shift his features from the biggest, most pleading puppy eyes ever to the face of a demented gremlin who will try to eat the frog he caught in the backyard, no matter how slimy it is, or how hard it tries to wriggle out of his hands. Din tells Luke that he can stay for however long he needs, because Luke’s kinda injured from his accident, and anyway, once he’s healed up, they always could use another hand on the farm. So Luke stays, and he meets all of Din’s other farm hands (and shitty friends). There’s Boba, who doesn’t talk much, but when he does it’s always something slightly ominous and menacing, and Luke thinks that his name sounds familiar...hey wasn’t he on the news for robbing a couple banks a few years back?...no, surely not..., Fennec, who speaks even less than Boba, and manages to be far, far more intimidating, but also helps Luke with his prosthetic and gives him fun little tips that always sound more like she’s cut off a lot more limbs than she’s lost. Cara Dune (who is not gina carano but i digress) is also there, and she’s just constantly a harbinger of chaos, but will babysit Grogu whenever Din wants to brood and stare longingly into the distance (or at Luke who’s also brooding as the sun sets but shhh). Bo-Katan and the gang are there, and while Bo-Katan grumbles about how the old ranch boss had different/better methods on how to run things, she still follows Din’s lead and helps him with the finances and taxes. They all take to Luke like a wildfire, because Luke is a sunshine boy who can make friends with literally anyone and somehow manages to make Din not only smile but laugh, but also because they can tell he’s got a lot of trauma and pain bubbling just under the surface, and they all silently but collectively agreed a long time ago that they are the patron saints of troubled and lost souls.

When Luke gets better and starts to help out, he’s constantly upset with himself because he used to help out at his aunt and uncle’s farm in the summers when he was a kid, and he knows how to do this stuff, but his prosthetic is really throwing him off and his body has sustained a lot of other injuries that make doing manual labor a much more different experience than it used to be, but everyone is really patient with him and helps him out, especially Din. At one point, Din is so nice that Luke just loses it, because he doesn’t understand how Din can be so kind and so patient, and care about him so much, and kind of calls himself broken and useless in front of Din, and Din gets super protective and grabs his hands (real and prosthetic) and tells him that he’s not broken or useless, and you’re so sweet and wonderful, and can’t you see? Ever since you’ve been here, everyone’s been so much happier, so much lighter. You’ve brought something precious to us, but most of all to me. And they’re standing really close and for a second Luke thinks Din is going to kiss him, but instead, Luke realizes that he’s crying, and Din just wraps his arms around him and holds him.

After that, time sort of blurs, marked by things like Grogu climbing into Luke’s bed because he sensed that he was having a nightmare, and Din waking up to find the pair of them coloring in a serene silence, Luke getting the hang of ranch life and his prosthetic and dealing with his panic attacks and flashbacks as they come, and Din enduring relentless badgering from his friends because hey, if you don’t marry Luke, I will and Fennec, you’re a lesbian and that doesn’t matter, it’ll be a marriage of twink and butch solidarity. And all the while, Din and Luke are spinning closer and closer towards each other, two suns hurtling in their orbit to the other with an inescapable certainty.

When it finally happens, they’ve just gotten back from one of those cowboy dances (idk what they’re called...hoedowns? yeah okay) (and yes, I wanted to hit all of the cliches in the book, thank you very much), and Grogu’s fallen fast asleep on Luke’s shoulder. After they tuck him up all snug in his bed, they head out to the porch, because it’s raining outside, and the steady thrum of water droplets splattering on the roof and on the grass is the most soothing sound Luke has ever heard (aside from Din’s voice), and he’s a little too afraid to go to sleep and ruin his perfect night with a nightmare. They stand there for a while, silence binding them together, shoulders brushing every now and then, hesitant and questioning. Luke thinks about how Din had asked him to dance earlier, his lips tilted in a teasing, but achingly soft smile, and how his heart had pounded a tattoo to the shape of his ribs when they’d pushed up so close together, the fast, rowdy dances of the beginning of the night having faded to something lasting, something meaningful. Luke remembers the ball he’d run away from, how the dancing had been cold, almost jeering in a way, and Luke realizes how far he’s come, how different it is here. And suddenly, there isn’t a question in his mind anymore. He turns toward Din, who turns toward him, and when he leans forward, Din breathes an uncertain “Luke-”, but he doesn’t get to finish the thought. Luke kisses him, and he kisses back, and it’s just them. There are hands in hair and noses nudged together, and at some point, they move, without either of them releasing the other, into the house and into Din’s bedroom. Buttons are unbuttoned, and whole stretches of skin are kissed, and when it’s over, they curl up together, Din tucking his head into the crook of Luke’s neck and falling asleep there.

When they wake up, Luke explains why he came here, why he ran away, all the while Din looks at him with his beautiful dark eyes and runs his hands through Luke’s hair, which is catching the sunlight filtering in through the window and making him look like he has a halo, all the while never once condemning him for keeping it a secret this whole time. After he’s finished, he expects some sort of shocked reaction-after all, his family’s pretty famous, but all Din does is kiss him and ask, “Wait, so you have a twin?”

It’s so unexpected that Luke throws his head back and bursts into uncontrollable, and very contagious peals of laughter, and when he’s finally able to breathe again, he kisses Din’s forehead and murmurs, “I love you.”

Din, who has been touch starved and lonely for years (no time for relationships when you’ve got a business to run and a toddler to raise), tears up and kisses him, too overwhelmed for words. But Luke understands.

And then Grogu pushes his way into the room holding up a box of Frosted Flakes above his head and shaking it, as if to say, I’d like to eat now, please.

Din and Luke stifle their smiles into the other’s shoulder, and when they get up, Luke can’t help but think that he’s finally where he belongs.

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It takes approximately .5 seconds for all the others to figure out they’re together now, and Cara and Bo-Katan (of all people) start cheering immediately, to Din and Luke’s shock. Boba and Fennec grumble and begrudgingly hand over a huge wad of cash each to Cara and Bo-Katan because they thought it would take them at least another two weeks to get together. Din’s very done with his friends at this point, but he takes one look at Luke’s flustered but smiling face and decides he won’t kill them all this time.

And if everyone thought Luke was a lot of excitement for a humble ranch in the middle of nowhere, then they are in no way, shape, or form, prepared for when his very angry twin sister shows up with a himbo with a shit-eating grin and his 7 foot tall best friend she hired to track her brother down.

(needless to say, Boba punches Han within two minutes of interaction).

#dinluke #dinluke headcanon #dinluke fic #skydalorian #luke skywalker #din djaren #bo-katan kryze #fennec shand #leia organa #they just love each other a lot #and i am but a conduit of that love #Han takes one look at Boba and decides it's his life mission to just annoy the shit out of him #he stays away from fennec though #she's very scary #and she has no time for his dumbass #leia is even more angry and hard to deal with than she usually would be #because not only has her twin brother been missing for like four months #but she has had to deal with han thee peak dumbass solo for at least a week and its driving her insane #Chewwy fits right in #he hangs out with fennec and they go out and shoot cans together #leia hears that luke and din are together now #and she's like #you saw one (1) dilf and couldn't help yourself could you #and din's like #what's a dilf????#and luke is like #it means you're very hot #and leia rolls her eyes

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snowstark · 4 years

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masterlist 4: gifsets

High School AU | starker — Peter would be lying if he said he didn’t have a crush on Tony. But what he doesn’t expect is that he ends up being the one to leave the other heartbroken, not Tony.

Hogwarts AU | starker — Peter Parker is a dedicated Hufflepuff student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Loyal, hardworking, and fair—that’s what makes him who he is. Oh, and abso-fucking-lutely whipped for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Too bad there’s a curse set on the DADA professors.

Little!Peter | starker — Peter is one of the most mischievous, bubbly littles Tony has ever seen. But he’s also the cutest.

I loved you then and I love you now | stucky — i’m with you till the end of the line, pal.

Mafia Boss Tony | starker — Peter has been trying to hack into the private files of the biggest, baddest wolf in New York City—Tony Stark, head of the mafia. Unfortunately for Peter, Tony’s a lot smarter than he looks. That’s why it’s not a surprise when Peter finds himself tied down to a chair the next day after ignoring Tony’s warning.

Incorrect Quotes: Internal Bleeding | starker/irondad — “The doctor said all my bleeding was internal. That’s where the blood is supposed to be.”

Bodyguard Peter | starker — Peter didn’t mean to expose himself. He really just needed the pay. But he finds himself more than willing to sacrifice his secret identity if it means saving Tony, which is his first indication that he’s utterly, completely fucked. Why? Because that means he’s in love with the man.

Hero vs. Anti-Hero | starker — Peter has mixed feelings about Tony Stark, whose morals are definitely a bit too grey for his liking. So he isn’t really sure how to feel when the guy starts flirting with him.

Incorrect Quotes: Lab Partners | starker/irondad — “Oh, I love Led Zeppelin!” “...what did you just say to me?” “Oh, god. That was wrong, wasn’t it?”

Royalty, Soulmates, and Enemies to Lovers | winteriron — Of course Bucky’s soulmate would be his biggest enemy.

Jealous | starker — “You know other men?”

Graduation | starker/irondad — Tony just wants to look good at Peter’s graduation.

The Sky's the Beginning | starker — The flight attendants that get contracted onto flights on the Stark jet know what’s expected of them and Peter is no different.

Daddy x Twink Exchange | starker — this is the hottest daddy x twink exchange i have ever seen in my entire life and no i will not shut up about it

Tony Stark: Tired Daddy | starker — “What did you do this time?”

Bartender Peter AU | starker — Peter slid the hastily scribbled note across the bar and into Tony’s hand, his touch practically burning Tony’s skin. “Call me,” he repeated, and Tony’s eyes flicked up to his face. It was lit a soft blush pink from the glowing light behind the drinks, a gentle caress to the purple hues of the rest of the bar.

Secret Agents AU | starker — “Director, with all due respect, I’m not working with someone who’s going to need a diaper change every two hours.”

Senator x Intern | starker — Peter quickly becomes the best dressed and best known intern in the building, all because he catches Senator Tony’s attention.

Peter gets dusted | starker/irondad — “Miss you, Pete.”

Mafia Boss Peter | starker — The boy king doesn’t return after those words. Not for a while. Not until Tony’s arms are aching from the restraints, until his legs are shaky and jello-like, until he’s desperate. And when he does return, Tony hates the flash of relief that courses through him. Hates that he’s relieved to see Parker back in the room. Hates that he wants to stop feeling lonely. Parker strides up to him, pushes a hand through Tony’s hair, and murmurs mockingly, “Did you miss me, Mr. Stark?” The touch sends a jolt through him. Tony swallows. His words slip out just a little too eagerly. “Yes. Sir.”

SIM!Tony | starker — Tony— no, the Superior, tilted his head towards Peter. Then, his helmet melted back, revealing Tony’s face, except… his eyes glinted blue in the dim light when they landed on Peter. And then he smiled. “Hello, Peter.” Peter felt his throat close up.

Escort AU | starker — Peter has three different identities. His first involves being a student in MIT and working in a deli shop. His second identity is an escort. His third is the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

Superhero Costume | starker — Little Peter just wants to be a superhero.

#starker #my gifsets #masterlist

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