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18) waking up with amnesia au pretty please! I was delighted with how many of the prompts you've already done, it was a really fun bingo!

Best friends sibling = band au

knocking on the wrong door = actually name of the fic

Nanny/single parent au = Nannykin

Etc etc etc!

hello hello this was sent january 10!! hope you still want some waking up with amnesia au! this just demonstrates how long i can hold onto a prompt i have every intention of completing

(from this prompt list) (& this is the waking up with amnesia au prompt fill i did a few years ago when i first reblogged that prompt list!)

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(warnings: angst but not incredibly sad. more like. here there lies some future manipulation/mind fuckery because of angst established in this ficlet but not resolved in this ficlet but would be in the future)

(also warning: vader)

It is somehow both the hardest and easiest part of the day, every time.

It is easy to let his feet turn in the direction they beg to go during all his waking seconds. It is easy to allow them to lead the way. It feels as if a great and crushing weight has been lifted from his shoulders the moment that he sees the pillars standing sentry at the entrance of the Halls of Healing. It is so easy to give into his body’s desire to allow it to find its other half.

It is almost harder to stay away, to pretend to be the respectful and poised Jedi master he masquerades as during those long moments of the day that he is not by Anakin’s side.

But what is infinitely harder than journeying there or keeping his distance is arriving. Is what waits for him within the Halls.

“How is he today?” he asks the moment he sees a healer—it does not matter which one these days. They must all know him by now, know the series of questions he demands answers to.

This time, the man he finds is healer Ramak, at least, one of the primary specialists on Anakin’s case. Rarely can Obi-Wan corner him. Ramak is incredibly busy both within the Temple and outside of it. He has numerous priorities.

Obi-Wan really only has one priority. Often this puts them at odds.

“Ah,” Ramak says, adjusting his robes. “Master Kenobi, hello.”

“Yes, hello,” Obi-Wan says. And then, “How is he today?” In case Ramak has missed his question.

“He is much the same, Master Kenobi,” Ramak replies. “As he was yesterday.”

Obi-Wan swallows. The words get stuck in his throat for a moment and he has to force them up past his teeth. “What does…what has he remembered?”

Healer Ramak’s face slides from reluctantly indulgent to pitying. It would grate against Obi-Wan’s rather impressive sense of pride if he did not already know exactly how pitiful he is.

“Memories are not stored within the mind chronologically, Master Kenobi,” Ramak says carefully. Obi-Wan has heard this before. Obi-Wan could recite this speech.

Obi-Wan listens to it silently anyway. Perhaps this time, Ramak will find the correct combination of words to explain his loss to him in terms he can understand. “Uncovering them again is not simply a matter of starting from the beginning of his life and moving forwards. We cannot simply recover and present him with all of his memories from age nine, from age thirteen, to now.”

Obi-Wan can feel a muscle tick in his jaw and he crosses his arms. Another healer crosses behind him, jostles him in their hurry to get to another patient. Differing priorities.

But Obi-Wan only has one.

“It is like…” Ramak trails off, thinking. “Picture the rain. What do you think of?” It is much too transparent, what Obi-Wan thinks of when he thinks of the rain. He thinks of Anakin as a youngling. The ashes of Qui-Gon’s body had not fully cooled before the skies of Naboo had broken open in a torrential downpour, and the boy, padawan braid that was both his and Obi-Wan’s newly weighing on his shoulder, had escaped from the palace in Theed, ran outside with arms raised up in wonder.

“When you think of rain, you do not recall your memories chronologically,” Ramak says kindly, as if he understands where Obi-Wan’s mind has gone. “That is to say, you do not immediately think of the first time you experienced it. Our minds store memories based on their significance to us, the meanings they hold for us, which makes mind-healing to this degree incredibly difficult. Not to mention, not only was Knight Skywalker stripped of his memories, tortured, and indoctrinated, he was held for several months. Long enough for new neural pathways to form, new connotations and memories to take the place of the ones he lost.”

“Master, please,” Obi-Wan says. When he holds up his hand to forestall the other man’s words, it is shaking slightly. “Please just tell me.”

Will he recognize me?

Will he hate me?

Will another day go by where he does not know me?

“He has a long way to go yet,” Ramak says finally, lifting his hand to stroke over his beard. “His time as Vader left scars—”

“His time captured,” Obi-Wan interrupts. “He was a hostage.” Ramak looks at him. Anakin, kidnapped by the sith, without his memories, trained to be deadly and taught to Fall, was more than a hostage. They both know that. Everyone in the galaxy knows the dangers that Darth Vader represented to the Republic.

Very few know that Darth Vader was Anakin Skywalker. It had been a terrible surprise. It had been the sweetest sort of relief too, to find him at all.

“Yes,” Ramak finally allows. “His time as a hostage left innumerable scars, Obi-Wan. Even after he regains all his memories, he will have a long journey ahead of him.”

“How is he?” Obi-Wan repeats, even though it is rather rude to cut the healer off. “How is he today?”

Ramak hesitates for a moment and then another, and his Force signature tenses as if at war with itself. “He requested to see you,” he finally says. “We’re not sure that’s a good idea.”

Obi-Wan’s breath catches in his throat. The Jedi saved Anakin Skywalker from the Sith five weeks ago, and though Obi-Wan has spent each of those days trekking from his quarters to the Halls of Healing and back, accousting various healers and Council members alike, desperate for any information they can give him…he has not yet been able to sit beside Anakin. He has not been allowed to talk with him at all.

It is for the best. That is what he’s been told and that is what he must believe. It is for the best. Anakin does not remember him. He remembers the word master—he does not remember that he used to say the same word with respect. With affection. He does not remember Obi-Wan at all.

He remembers his master, Sidious. He remembers his master on Tatooine. He does not—Obi-Wan doesn’t understand why he cannot remember him.

Anakin has never once asked to see him.

“I want to see him,” Obi-Wan says immediately, turning towards the wing where they are keeping Anakin.

“Master Kenobi, it is not a good idea,” Ramak says, but it does not matter what they think is a good idea. It is what Anakin wants and it has been so long since Obi-Wan has been something Anakin wants.

Something of what he’s feeling must flash across his face, because the healer sighs and rubs at his forehead as if he finds the whole ordeal incredibly trying.

“I will not hurt him,” Obi-Wan says quickly, and Ramak shakes his head, dropping his arms to his sides.

“That is not the concern, Master,” he replies, but his shoulders have slumped. His forehead is wrinkled, but his Force signature has relaxed. He has given in. Obi-Wan has won. “I—”

But Obi-Wan has won. And so he has already stepped away, intent now on seeing his padawan. He leaves the healer behind where he stands, pushing through the doors of the wing and finally—finally to Anakin’s room.

He’d been so volatile at first, when he was still Vader. The Jedi rescuing him probably felt more like being captured. Without his memories of the Order, of the Temple, of Obi-Wan, he’d Fallen so quickly as far as anyone knows. Sidious had taken him and twisted him and when he was found again, he’d fully believed in the Sith doctrine. He’d killed two Jedi before he was subdued.

So when he’d been brought into the Temple, into the Halls of Healing, they’d outfitted him with Force suppression cuffs. Given him his own room in order to protect the other patients.

Obi-Wan knows he still wears the Force bracelets and collar, but there’s knowing and then there’s seeing.

The seeing part takes his breath away. It looks so wrong, Anakin, his Anakin, wearing the cuffs and the collar.

Anakin, his Anakin, with yellow eyes watching him intently from the moment he enters the room.

“Anakin,” he murmurs, a reflex. The sounds are punched out of him.

He is thinner. His hair is greasy. There are dark shadows under his eyes. The skin around the collar is red, rubbed raw. He looks a thousand times older. Guant and hollowed out as if the captivity and the Darkness has leached away all of his youthful energy.

“Master,” Anakin says reproachfully. And it sounds—it sounds so much like him, like Obi-Wan’s Anakin, that he has the rather ridiculous urge to cry. Master, master.

“How are you feeling?” Obi-Wan asks, though it is a useless sort of question. He isn’t sure what to do with his hands. What to do with his tongue. He suddenly cannot remember the last time he asked Anakin how he was feeling. It was never a phrase that was part of their lexicon—for so many years, they shared a training bond. Obi-Wan was able to ascertain his padawan’s emotions with a gentle Force touch across the planes of his mind. More often than not, he was telling Anakin to search his own feelings. He was not asking him to interpret them for Obi-Wan’s sake.

Now though, their bond is severed and Anakin does not recognize him as anything more than another Jedi, another man who he once called master, and Obi-Wan stands across the room from him and does not recognize him either, save for all the ways that he does.

“Surely they have been giving you updates,” Anakin murmurs. “I know you have visited every day.”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan says because he will not lie to Anakin. He doesn’t think he remembers how. It has been—so long. Since he has last seen him. It is all he can do to stay standing now. To keep a respectable distance between them. To not fall to his knees. To not stumble forward and take Anakin’s hand in his own.

“What have they told you?” Anakin asks, and he tilts his head slightly. His golden eyes are as disconcerting as they are beautiful. They’re his. They’re his eyes, set in his face, and Obi-Wan has missed that face for so long. For months. He’d thought he’d never see it again, and he is just now realizing that he has no defenses left against Anakin. None at all. The boy could ask him for anything and he would fight to the death to give it to him.

The Force is in flux in the air around them, bucking up, riled, in a way Obi-Wan usually interprets as danger. But the Force could be screaming a death knell and Obi-Wan, in this moment, would only be able to hear a sweet cry of wild joy.

Anakin, this is Anakin. This is his Anakin and he is here. Back—partially. Back, incompletely. But back. Obi-Wan…he’d stopped hoping he’d ever get him back.

Instead of answering his question, he presses the backs of his fingers against his mouth to try and stop their shaking. Every day he has walked here, accosted the healers, demanded to know the latest. And he has never once realized how incredibly difficult it would be to lay eyes on Anakin. How incredibly difficult it would be to maintain his composure, to hold himself in.

Anakin’s eyes glow gold, but Obi-Wan’s eyes are that of a starving man. All he can see is honey.

“Come here, master,” Anakin says, reproachful. “Did you not miss me?”

The words move him forward where his own feet could not. “Of course I did, Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispers. Hoarse, too hoarse. Too trembling and old, but it has been so many months. He had thought him lost forever. Dead and gone and one with the Force, and for the first time in his life, that had given him no comfort.

Anakin holds out his mechno hand, palm up, fingers slightly crooked. He’d built them that way on purpose, Obi-Wan remembers. At fourteen, he’d broken his index and middle finger in a duel, bones shattering under the blow of another padawan’s sabor. A lucky hit, an unlucky outcome. Though they’d healed near perfect due to bacta, they’d always remained slightly bent out of place. When he lost his arm to Dooku five years later, he’d fiddled with the replacement until the mech digits tilted the same familiar direction.

Obi-Wan stares at them, caught up in the tide of the memory.

Had Vader ever looked down at his mechno hand and wondered about the imperfection? Had he thought to fix it once he had the time? Had he spared a thought for the black spots in his memory, the cavernous gaps in his past?

His fingers fall to rest against the sensors of the mech tips. They’re sensitive enough that he can see Anakin shiver at the touch.

“Did you not miss me, master?” Anakin asks again, and his hand closes around Obi-Wan’s tightly, pulling him forward another few steps.

Obi-Wan nods, then shakes his head. Yes, he missed him. No, missing—missing is not a vast enough word.

“You asked for me,” he hears himself say. “Do you—what do you….”

Do you remember me?

You must. You call me master. And you want me close.

But they pulled the memories of the word master from your mind days ago, and you hated me then. You did not want me near you. What has changed? What have you remembered?

“I wonder if they would treat any patient like this,” Anakin says. He uses his hold on Obi-Wan to pull him even closer, til his thighs brush the edge of the bed. “If it is the war that makes me special, if it’s my own power. Or if it’s you.”

Obi-Wan tenses. Him? He doesn’t—

“They’ve tried everything they can think of to trigger my memories of you, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Anakin says. When Obi-Wan tries to move back, take a step away, find the air in the room to breathe, Anakin tightens his hold and pulls him forward until the only option is to either topple over onto his padawan’s chest or sit on the bed at his hip.

He sits.

“They debated for many days, you know,” Anakin says. His mech thumb begins to sweep over the inside of Obi-Wan’s wrist. “If they should trigger the connections my mind has made to the word master. It’s a weighted word for Anakin Skywalker. Surely you know that.”

“I do,” Obi-Wan says carefully. When he tries to breathe, he can only do so shallowly as if his entire chest has shrunk to half its capacity.

“He was enslaved before he was a padawan,” Anakin explains as though Obi-Wan has not spoken at all. Maybe he hasn’t. For the past several months he has not been able to speak to Anakin aloud, could only talk with him in his mind—could never hear a reply. Perhaps he has forgotten how. “They were worried that after ten years studying under you, after two years fighting side by side with you, my strongest connotations to the word master would still be to slavery.”

Anakin ducks his head slightly, tilts it to the side to give Obi-Wan a small, private grin, as if the healers’ concerns are so unfounded that they are amusing. As if the concept that something could outweigh Obi-Wan’s importance to Anakin is so foreign and preposterous that it’s funny.

His smile knocks into Obi-Wan’s chest like a punch to the solar plexus.

“But they decided to risk it,” Anakin says. His voice is light as a feather. Airy and unconcerned. “Perhaps they should have started with smaller things. A light saber. A braid. A pear. A planet. But they wanted to re-establish my firmest conneciton to the Light as quickly as possible. And they thought that was you.”

Obi-Wan holds his breath, eyes leaping from their connected hands to the yellow of Anakin’s eyes. He has still fallen. He has not been healed. He is still—he is still—

“So they gave me back my masters,” Anakin pitches his voice low. “All of them, though I suppose I remember Sidious well enough. But they gave me back the Toydarian. And they gave me you.”

“They said you did not want to see me,” Obi-Wan whispers. “Why, Anakin, if you remember, why would you—”

“Because I hate you,” his padawan says as if it’s the easiest thing in the galaxy. “Because they could give me back Master Kenobi, but wherever Anakin Skywalker kept his love for you, it was not in your title. He hated your title.”

Obi-Wan flinches back so violently that his forearm slips from Anakin’s grasp. Before he can move from the bed completely though, his padawan’s hand lashes out and curls around the fabric of his tunics.

“No,” Obi-Wan says because he must deny this—he cannot stand to hear it and not deny it. No, Anakin—there was love there, in the way he pronounced the word master. The way he looked at Obi-Wan: admiration shining in his eyes when he was younger, cooling off over the years into acceptance and affection. They had their arguments. They had their—misunderstandings, but Anakin did not resent him for his role in his life as his old teacher. His master. “You’re wrong.”

“He hated it more than he hated his actual slave master,” Anakin murmurs. Lightly, airily. As if his words are not landing devastating blows on all of Obi-Wan’s softest spots. “Do you know why?” “I don’t believe you,” Obi-Wan whispers because he doesn’t because he can’t. Because he’d have known. Because this is Anakin, this is his Anakin, but there are still cavernous dark spots and gaps in his mind. This is not entirely his Anakin. He is still missing things. Thousands upon thousands of memories and moments and learned contexts and—

“I think you know why,” Anakin says as if he has not spoken. Funny, as Obi-Wan had thought he was screaming.

“I assure you I do not,” he snaps, spitting the words out as quickly as he can so that his voice cannot break between the syllables.

“Because Anakin Skywalker believed til the day he died that if you had not been his master, you would have allowed him to kiss you. To take you. To be taken by you. Don’t you remember, Master Kenobi?” Obi-Wan tears himself away from the bed, from the boy in it. Just a boy. Not a man. Not when he was seventeen and drunk for the first time, slinging his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck and pressing his face into his chest, whining and begging and pleading—and not when he was eighteen either, bold and staring at Obi-Wan's lips, not when he was nineteen, on the verge of his Knighting ceremony and demanding to be given into.

Just a boy, just his boy. But never—never anything else.

“Like I said,” Anakin but not Anakin murmurs. Anakin, but Vader too. “Wherever Anakin Skywalker kept his love for you, they have not yet been able to find it in my mind. I can only assume he loved you at all.”

Obi-Wan flicks his eyes over the familiar face, the beloved face. The stranger’s face. If it were anyone else sitting before him, he’d have a retort already on his tongue. He’d have raised his shields, gone on the offensive. There are few people left in the galaxy that can land a blow on him, and many have tried.

But this is not anyone. This is Anakin. This is his Anakin and this is something for which he has no defenses prepared.

“How ashamed did you make him feel for loving you, master?” Vader asks, tilting his head in cruel curiosity. “That he compressed all of it into something so small that a whole Temple of healers have been unable to find it?”

“Don’t call me that,” Obi-Wan snaps and this time he does not get the words off his tongue quick enough. His voice breaks in the middle of the demand, ribs cracking and parting to reveal the heart of him. “Not if—” not if you do not know what it means for him. For me. For us.

“Why not?” Vader says, and he raises his flesh hand to tuck a piece of greasy hair behind his head before allowing his fingers to fall to rest against his collarbone, ghosting against the Force suppression collar around his neck as if it’s a diamond encrusted necklace. “After all, am I not wearing your chains, master?”

#asks #prompt fill #obikin #vaderwan #so you know vader's number one priority is going to be to manipulate obi-wan into freeing him #because he can probably remember a little bit of anakin's love for obi-wan #it's not as gone as he says #but he also probably remembers the obsession with his master first #and that's tinted even darker by being a sith now #so within the next few weeks his priorities shift from torturing obi-wan for sport #to wanting him to free him so that he can kidnap him and keep him #and get away from the temple and all the memories the jedi are trying to give back to him #he doesn't want those #he wants obi-wan kenobi #hate and love and all

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I know you don’t do story reversals (which I agree with!!) but I wonder what you think an au of ‘what’s mine is yours is ours’ would look like if it was master Anakin impregnating young knight Obi-Wan? Would Anakin be quicker to believe the baby was his or nah?

so if I recall correctly obi-wan and anakin had been like mostly a sure thing courting-wise in what’s mine is yours is ours and so obi-wan isn’t just disbelieving that it’s his because he never ever slept with anakin but he’s also super betrayed - it’s only his love for anakin that allows him to compartmentalize the betrayal and embarrassment and hurt enough to go after anakin and then talk with him rationally

but like. I can’t really see master anakin being capable of that. I feel like he’d leave the moment the council says that obi-wan is pregnant (before they can even say that obi-wan is saying it’s his) and then he’d probably be very angry and either lash out at everyone around him and explode OR disappear for a few days and then reappear at obi-wan’s door fully intent on finding out who it was that dared to touch his padawan when they were going to be together they were courting they were going to be mated who did he sleep with how dare he betray anakin like that etc etc

like I can’t see a fic where master anakin handles the momentary betrayal the same way - he’d be a whole lot darker and angrier about the entire thing up until the moment obi-wan was able to offer him physical proof that he hadn’t been betrayed at all (probably via force feeling of the baby signatures or something idk where obi-wan forcefully makes anakin touch his stomach and feel their force signatures)

so would a master anakin believe it faster? nah I think he’d draw it out. fully plan out a few murders of the most likely candidates. whine to the chancellor about the whole thing, toe the line of outright falling to the sith before going back to obi-wan to demand closure and facts first only for obi-wan to be spitting mad now in his own right because it turns out his silver tongue means nothing if his master refuses to be around to hear him explain

#asks #squick tag: a/b/o #it’s very much a plot that really only works in the same feel good way as master obi-wan/knight anakin #just because I tend to write all of my master anakins as pretty unhinged in a weird way about their obi-wans #but it’s a fair question! im not counting this as a reversal but thank you for remembering I don’t like reversals 🥰#(reversals of my own stories to clarify lol - I love a good age swap)

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kit i’m rewatching the hunger games trilogy and all i can think about is your obikin au

honestly so relatable thank you

I don’t think my hunger games au will ever really get to the political/revolution aspects of the actual hunger games books/movies but I like to imagine that it would be like 60,000 words of the rebellion trying to convince anakin to care about anything but obi-wan (who would probably be accidentally left in the Capitol during the catching fire arena break out a la peeta) and it just keeps not working and not working until he builds up enough leverage to demand that they get him obi-wan or he’s going to start really raising hell

#asks #hunger games au #often thinking about how insane anakin would be if obiwan was separated from him #and he couldn’t get him back immediately #and it was largely out of his control #and he had to just wait through it #this applies to pbatmb anakin too

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~ SUBTLE LOVE ~ WRITING PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous request: hi!! idk if this has been req before but do u have prompts for subtle love? it will take some time for u to realise that their actions are somth u do out of love. thank u!

Feel free to use and reblog!

Part 1 (kinda): ~ GENTLE LOVE ~ PROMPTS

listening attentively when the other is talking

taking the other into consideration whenever making a decision

smiling at the other to encourage them

taking over the other's tasks to disburden them

the last thing they're thinking about before falling asleep is always the other

sitting back and staying quiet to leave the stage for the other

giving the other their space, knowing they need it

enjoying the sound of the other's voice

distracting the other when they see they're distressed and close to freaking out

trying to learn every way to put a smile on the other's face

experiencing this strange feeling in their chest when the other comes to them for support and a word of kindness

"You can call me. Day or night. I'm there for you."

enjoying the most basic time spent together just sitting next to each other, each doing their own

hyping the other up

being their biggest cheerleader

checking up on the other regularly when they know they're not feeling their best

thinking about the other at the most random times

'Oh, this coffee has such nice latte art! I wonder if [person B] would like it.'

'Oh, there's a new movie showing in the cinema about an ice skater. [Person B] once did ice skating. Would they like this movie? Or are they even better at ice skating than the ones in the movie? I'm sure they're the best ice skater!'

stopping themselves from messaging the other too often

sharing their food with the other

always making another coffee/tea when they're making one for themselves because sharing is caring

smiling by instinct when they see the other

^ breaking into a grin and being unable to stop it

sending the other little notes of encouragement to show that they're thinking of them

"You're doing just fine. I know you've got this."

promising to catch up, even when there is no time at the moment, they're making sure it doesn't go under

"Wanna talk about it later? I will make time."

making the other a priority

giving their honest opinion when it's asked

#wait these sound so cute #and totally up their alley most of them #would love to get these prompts ! I need to build my #prompt repository #and I wanna practice more gffa obikin #which is a wild #sentence to type cause like do I really write that much non gffa obikin???#yeah turns out I do

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How the hell do you write so much, and so well too 😭 took me 4 DAYS to get to 13k and it feels like my wrist is about to fucking fall off lmao 🥲 your talent and will power is truly amazing 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️💕

very transparently, I think I used to write a lot faster than I do now so there’s that!! I’ve absolutely slowed down and I feel like it’s really noticeable to me (especially because now I do not have a very broken laptop slowing me down)

but also just as transparently I have such a bad habit of ignoring my own boundaries and spending way more time writing than I should - I always try to budget my writing time to a sane amount of hours but I absolutely tend to go over the allotted amount which is not healthy and I do NOT recommend it if your brain works differently than mine.

and also what are you talking about 13k is a lot!!!! In four days! I’m so so impressed !! I can’t wait to read it :D

#asks #and also also thank you thank you #also insert my usual plug about doing writing warm ups!#I need to get back into that #I’ve been feeling very slow and not being able #to write lately #which sucks

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I always figured throat Obi-Wan and Anakin would end up, like, dismantling slave rings. Obi-Wan gets to work for justice and help people, Anakin gets to dismember any slaver who does not instantly surrender and/or says something mean to Obi-Wan. Everyone wins!

I almost feel like that that’s too morally good and too much karmic good for throat fic obikin to be putting out into the galaxy though you’re right it’s a pretty good compromise - obi-wan is definitely a calming influence on his master in a way that most padawan obi-wans are for their master anakins, but this obi-wan also has his own sort of dark side/bloody side (one of the things anakin loves about him) and I think that any sequel for throat fic that gets published explores obi-wan’s capacity for darkness

….especially because it’s told from vaderkin’s pov so there’s more time to show the master’s manipulations on the former padawan when the first fic showed the successful manipulations from padawan to master

#asks #throat fic au #squick tag: a/b/o dynamics #im unsure exactly how I want that to play out though tbh #like they get a happy ever after obviously #but I want to show its a push and pull between them all the time about what they’re doing and how they’re doing it #they’re putting good out in the universe but I want it to be more muddled good #than freeing slaves because that’s just. always good.#I want like. criminal underbelly of whichever planet they settle on #mercenary work or something #everyone gets bloody and the good is short lived and the hands remember the stains of the blood #etc etc

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Gooey, soft, sort-of schmoopy sketch. It’s technically in Glare-gryphon’s Negotiation-verse, but not something that has explicitly happened. Mostly I just wanted something kinda sweet and intimate (that originally included the infamous collar mentioned in chapter 1, but I went with just hickies). Also, I’m reposting the drawing from chapter 19 since I completely spaced on drawing in Anakin’s scar. Which is unlike me since I’m usually incredibly anal and detail oriented.

There we go! Scar in place.

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how are my throat fic darlings doing? are Palpatine and Yoda both experiencing sudden Very Bad Feelings? do Obi-Wan and Anakin kill Dooku together on date night?

anakin slinks back into their house at least once a month with a dead sith in his mouth like a very deadly house cat who has a very honed killing instinct.

obi-wan is disappointed with him each time. he knew he shouldn’t have carefully pushed anakin into killing Palpatine and then rewarded him through joy and also sex. now anakin thinks if he just finds the right person to kill again he will get more obi-wan flavored joy and also sex. obi-wan tries to train him into being an indoor cat for a few weeks but it’s way too exhausting. too much sex. better to just release him into the wild and deal with all the bloody footprints he tracks back….so long as he keeps it all under his radar so the Jedi don’t find them

meanwhile the Jedi absolutely know where they are. like. yeah. probably down to the exact apartment address. they’re just spending a really long time debating whether or not they should go in and check on them. all signs point to attempted murder of the Jedi who is foolish enough to knock on their door but also can they be really sure that obi-wan is there of his own free will?? but on the other hand, obi-wan did leave the order to find anakin after being expressly told not to so is it really their business?? and he’s always been weird about his master so like. signs point to him being there because there’s nowhere else in the galaxy he’d rather be. and on top of that, no matter how grudgingly, anakin sort of did save all the Jedi so like. do they let him keep operating like business as usual because of that? and he’s cleaning up all the sith in the galaxy! they can’t really understand why but…why interfere?

#asks #squick tag: a/b/o dynamics #throat fic au #obikin #it’d be interesting to see obi-wan pulled into actually taking part in a murder #I think he’s capable of it #but I think circumstances would have to be carefully planned #and stacked against him #meanwhile #of course #there’s nothing vader would carefully plan more than something that has to do with his padawan

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hiya kit! hope all has been well with you! are the fics on your ko-fi meant to be one-shots or would you write more for any of these they're all very very good but some feel very complete as they are now while some feel like there might be just a *bit* more? even if its just random thoughts or headcanons?

yeah of course! Most of the fics on ko-fi are based on AUs I’ve created on tumblr - they’re all meant to be more slice of life than fully-fledged finished fic for the most part, as some of these ideas can’t be compressed into 5-7k of a Google doc (like the superhero anakin au or the Jedi healer anakin au) and some of them are just another story amongst the ficlets from tumblr (the princess diaries au: Christmas edition is a good example of this!)

i will always welcome thoughts and questions on the AUs on kofi!! I think a lot of them could be very rich and detailed AUs and I fully expect to carry on with some of them - i just won’t be writing the exact same scenes from ko-fi on here cause that feels unfair…but I won’t make anything on lo-fi absolutely integral to read to understand the au cause that also seems unfair

#asks #so it actually really helps that a lot of the kofi fics start like sort of in the middle of the story #like Jedi healer anakin au #there’s a lot of his thoughts of the past #cause it starts when they’re already hate fucking #so there’s room on both sides for the au to grow #it just might not hinge on anakins blue bandana gift #for example #thank you for the interest !!!

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Some line work… …

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tennessoui · 9 days

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in another universe we could have had it all

#awwww

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HOW DID I FORGET THE MR AND MR SMITH AU??

mr. and mr. smith au is so fun but it's also been so long since i posted about it that honestly im sure most everyone has forgotten about it!!!

but let's all enjoy the hijinks that mr. sith and mr. jedi are constantly accidentally pulling like

so they've just run away from their respective orders and they're both trying to pretend they're nothing more than a normal civilian settling into civilian life with their new husband and then some dude breaks into their new house while they're sleeping like WHAT does highly trained jedi and sith obikin do when they're also trying to pretend to be civilians who have no training ??

i can just imagine both of them snapping awake at the same time because the Force is giving them warnings but they both have NO idea what a civilian would feel/hear when there's a home invader so they can both hear some dude bumbling around in their kitchen but they don't know if a normal person would be able to hear that or if it's force gifted hearing & the Force is blaring an alarm but they know their partner wouldn't be able to feel that so they're just both lying in bed facing each other being like:

'i have a bad feeling. i should go check it out. no you shouldn't go check it out. it's my bad feeling. i should go check it out. no it's probably nothing go back to sleep. it's just a bad feeling. no i should go. you should not go. we both have no training in dealing with a home invasion---not that that's what this is i don't know what this is btw im just a farmer from tawl---but i should go'

and then the robber makes off with all their (obi-wan's) fancy kitchen stuff

#asks #mr. and mr. sith au #hoisted by their own petards!!#obikin #(idiots) (affectionate)

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tennessoui · 10 days

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Bob’s Burgers, Season 4, Episode 11: Easy Com-mercial, Easy Go-mercial

You can’t tell me this didn’t happen.

#the truth of the matter is that obi-wan skywalker and anakin kenobi sound terrible #theyd keep their own names and or hyphenate

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No question here, I just wanted to say that I love your writing and really enjoy all the creativity and passion you have for obikin/the characters 💖💖💖 it's really fun to check the tag and see your latest ideas/fic snippets and answers to asks ^^ Your presence is really appreciated ❣️

god this is so nice, thank you so much for saying this !!

it's also a great reminder to tag better and more frequently lol i forget sometimes people use my tags to find an au (this is the normal thing you should do btw) as i just use them to write more random thoughts lol

thank you!!!

#asks #💙 this is very sweet and i adore you #thank you!!

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EWAN MCGREGOR + death sticks OBI-WAN KENOBI: A JEDI’S RETURN

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