The plan isn’t perfect yet. I accept that. It’s an unfinished poem. We need you, brother.
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The plan isn’t perfect yet. I accept that. It’s an unfinished poem. We need you, brother.

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“I’ve been loyal to you, Ajak. Kept your secret for centuries, lied to everyone I cared about, but never have I doubted my purpose to serve the Celestials.” - Ikaris “I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser” - Taylor Swift
Older (Prologue Available on AO3)
Inspired by the Kenobi Series (2022) and Room (2015)
The one where Anakin fell... pregnant the same way his mother did before him: because it was the will of the Force, and he only became Vader and joined Sidious to protect his children. His best-kept secret.
Except 10 years into their secluded life aboard their quarter on the Executor, Vader is presumed dead and Leia and Luke find themselves on a strange planet, hiding from their Ani’s Master...
aint this the fucken truth
OR HOW FUCKING CUTE THE TWO ACTORS ARE
and their onscreen chemistry.
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So my brain hates me. I re-watched OWK today, after watching the documentary and now I want to read about show!Obi-Wan and ObiKin and their children. So I was thinking about my Pregnant Anakin fic idea and I was like what if:
Anakin is pregnant in ROTS and only agrees to be Sidious’ apprentice to protect the twins. And well, everything he does after that is just that, him protecting his children by obeying his ‘Master’, while Leia and Luke grow up basically in their family quarters, never allowed to leave, nor explore, and they don’t really know what’s happening in the Galaxy... ‘Til they are “kidnapped” by rebels and/or have an accident and end up in Obi-Wan care and then they tell him about their Ani and Obi-Wan realizes what trully happened 10 years ago and decides to save Anakin so they can live happy ever after the four of them. 😭 😭 😭
also obvi suitless Anakin unless you want the twins to have sequels from that fight too....
Prompt: Can you shut up!?
hey hi hello!!! so this is set in the princess diaries au (no shame if you never heard of it, it's about 4 posts from about 5 months ago, i just thought the quote fit)
but basically anakin is the princess who writes the diary, obi-wan is chris pratt in the second movie, and they're very annoyed at each other except they also can't stay away or keep their hands off each other. because well. mutual obsession etc etc
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“Princess! Fancy seeing you here,” the most unwelcome voice in the entirety of Genovia and perhaps the world greets Anakin as he turns the corner into the main entrance hall.
He considers turning back immediately, but his grandfather has been trying to drill manners into his head and he knows that such a display of preference—dispreference, perhaps?—would be breaking half.
(Even though it’s not as if Anakin sees Qui-Gon obey all the rules Anakin has spent hours learning since he’d been discovered by his grandfather in San Francisco. All Anakin is saying is if Qui-Gon can knight a cop in order to get out of a speeding ticket, Anakin should be able to walk away from smarmy assholes who don’t know when to stop.)
“Lord Kenobi, what a surprise seeing you. Here. In my home,” he places his hands behind his back, files clenched just a hair too tightly between his hands. “Uninvited,” he adds in case the lord has not noticed that part.
At this point I’m basically Thor asking for another drink and breaking my cups on the floor. Also I’m going back to work and it’s depressing because I barely got enough time to get back into writing that I won’t have time to do it again... November won’t come soon enough... Hope you enjoy, comments are welcome, they are 40% why I write, 100% why I share my works sooo...
He is fighting. Not sparring. Not protecting. Not defending. This is a War and he is part of it. General of an army. They are everywhere. His soldiers. Theirs. He is not alone. There are other Jedi. Some he recognizes, some he doesn’t. One in particular. He is on the battlefield, at the Temple, in the desert. In his bed. In his mind. In his heart. He is everywhere. He is everything. He is…
“Obi-Wan?”
He doesn’t want to let go. Not yet. He is tired of fighting. He wants nothing more than to lay there, surrounded by his lover’s - his Everything - warmth, their limbs entangled in such a way he isn’t certain where He starts and he ends. He wants…
“Obi-Wan, wake up,” the voice repeats.
His Master’s voice.
Obi-Wan startles awake, and for a moment, he feels like he is drowning, gasping for air. It takes him a moment longer to catch sight of Qui-Gon’s frowning face and remember where he is.
The Temple. Obi-Wan is in his Master and his shared quarters at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. And more importantly, he is a twenty-four years old padawan. Not a forty years old master. And his Everything… doesn’t exist.
“You dreamed again,” Qui-Gon says.
It’s not a question. Not anymore. Not since these dreams - or ‘visions’ like Quinlan like to call them - have become part of his everyday routine.
“We are being summoned,” his Master adds.
Obi-Wan merely nods, aware of Qui-Gon’s disapproval. Of his worries. He gets up from the couch and fixes his Jedi robe as best as he can before following his Master to the Council chamber. They do not speak and he does not know what to expect from his elders.
In retrospect, nothing has prepared him for what he sees upon entering the room.
Standing in front of Yoda’s chair is none other than the main protagonist of his dreams. His Everything. His…
“Anakin,” he breathes.
Obi-Wan is vaguely aware that all eyes turn to him, mainly in surprise and confusion, but he cannot take his own gaze away from the familiar stranger.
just what i wrote today (it’s hard writing, idk why, it’s annoying me). the force induced mpreg au.
“Knight Skywalker?” Che said. “Knight Skywalker, can you hear me?”
Anakin mumbled something unintelligible before he nodded groggily.
“I need to know if you are comfortable with Master Kenobi’s presence before we start?”
Anakin and he both frowned. Thanks to their bond, Obi-Wan knew his former padawan was just as confused as he was. Of course, he wanted his Master to be here.
“I always want him here,” Anakin said.
And well, it was nice to hear but still slightly mortifying considering Che had clearly already decided their relationship was very… un-Jedi-like.
“Very well,” Che replied.
Yet she didn’t seem particularly happy with her patient’s answer if the way she was glaring at them was anything to go by. Obi-Wan was starting to wonder if he had ever wronged her in any way.
“After further analysis, we were able to confirm our prime diagnosis,” Che started again. “You are six weeks along also we are yet to find out ‘how’ that came to be.”
“Six weeks?” they both repeated.
However, Anakin’s sudden inhale and wide eyes told Obi-Wan his former padawan actually knew what this was about.
“No,” he said. “No, it can’t be true, I’m…”
Panic flooded their bond anew as Anakin reached for Obi-Wan closest hand.
i wasn’t tagged cause i’m too new to my current fandom but i wanted to do it soooo... and if you wanna do it, considere this is me tagging you, friend.
Slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there is only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one shot or multi chapter // kid fic or roadtrip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates// sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend (nope) // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

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Guardian Angel AU
Am I writing this? Am I? Honestly, I don’t have the time so if someone wants the prompt, feel free...
Obi-Wan didn’t know where to start.
Anakin Skywalker’s life was a mess. Not because the young human was lazy, careless, or enjoyed it. No, Anakin was hard-working, dealt with every opportunity - and mainly, obstacles - Life threw at him with utmost seriousness and determination, and he wasn’t one to indulge.
Anakin’s previous guardian angel on another hand… Obi-Wan could not wrap his head around the fact Qui-Gon - his own master - had played with a human life. He had treated Anakin’s existence like an experiment, unbalancing it completely. The young human had gone through more hardships in a quarter of a century than most humans did in their entire lives and now, Obi-Wan did not know how to begin to fix nor if he could.
He had ideas. Anakin had so much potential after all, but Obi-Wan couldn’t seem to think of a way that would not take weeks if not longer to get him out of the dark hole Qui-Gon had thrown him in. Not unless he left the spiritual realm to take matters into his own hands, which was what he ended up doing.
Obi-Wan hadn’t walked amongst humans in centuries. It was a dangerous practice, frowned upon by the High Council. But he was willing to take the risk. He felt responsible. He knew Qui-Gon better than anyone else, he should have noticed something was off. But he didn’t.
And that was how Obi-Wan found himself in Washington D.C., masquerading as a college administrator.
Guardian Angel AU
I’m trying to find an idea I will want to write rn and came up with an idea I know I probably won’t use so, here it is, if anyone likes it, feel free to pick it up and please, tag me if you write anything so I can read and kudos.
Anakin doesn't believe in Guardian Angels. Just like he doesn't believe in luck, and karma, and so many other things because if any of this things existed, his life wouldn’t be half as hard as it is, would it? Struggling to survive while he lived with his broke single mother, being kidnapped and trafficked for years, getting out and joining the army (because he didn’t have a choice) only to lose his arm, breaking up with his perfect girlfriend, and almost be homeless again...
Truth is: Guardian Angels do exist. Anakin only had a really bad one until recently. Qui-Gon was removed and Obi-Wan was the lucky angel meant to replace him as Anakin’s guardian, and let’s just say: he doesn’t know where to start.
On another hand, Anakin’s life is getting really weird because good things are happening and he is being very paranoid and waiting for the other shoe to drop and then he meets Obi-Wan and he might hates angels on principle but he can’t help but love Obi-Wan. And Obi-Wan, prime and proper guardian angel Obi-Wan fall for him. Literally.
Edit: Oh God I might actually write this. I keep thinking about Anakin’s backstory.
- Born in Germany (duh).
- Lives in Texas with his Mother until he is kidnapped and trafficked.
- Is found a few months later as he is being moved.
- Joins Foster Care.
- As to choose between jail and the Army.
- Joins the Army, meets Padme.
- Losses his arm during a Mission. Break up with Padme.
- Is basically a homeless vet. (Gui-Gon gets fired.)
- Gets the option to join University. Meets Ahsoka. Meets Obi-Wan.
- Life gets better (???)
Actors AU
Anakin and Obi-Wan played together in a sci-fi movie when Anakin was nine and Obi-Wan in his early twenties. A decade later, they are called back to be part of the sequel.
Anakin is supposed to be selling Padme’s and his love story but all everyone - friends, crew, medias, fans - see, his is massive crush on Obi-Wan... which might not be as unrequited as Obi-Wan is trying - really hard - to make it seem.
Rec Wanted!
Are they any SPORTS AU I should know about for this pairing? You know the hockey AUS, ice skating AU, Baseball or whatever sport AU most pairings have? I’m obsessed with them and I need to know if I’m missing out on any good Obikin ones?

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I'm not saying everyone has to love every single piece of queer media, and I'm not saying that queer media is immune to problems, but I am saying that it concerns me how many queer people my age and younger seem so gleefully willing to rip queer media to shreds over the smallest provocation.
Y'all put off the vibe that you'd willingly hand things over to the Production Code office to be destroyed for their portrayal of "immoral love" and "sex perversion."
Will Hays and Joseph Breen would have loved you. The Production Code Administration and MPPDA would have been overjoyed at your willingness to feed your own to the wolves in the name of Moral Purity.
I see "Catradora is toxic" and "Ed/Stede is problematic" and "First Kill was dumb" and "Sense8 was cringey"
and I wonder if you know how impossible every single piece of modern queer media would have been just twenty-five years ago.
How many of them almost didn't happen even now.
How many people want it all purged from existence and memory.
How many people want us all dead, gone, forgotten, never able to make art or anything else ever again.
I wonder how you can take so much for granted.
Because they can. They don't remember what it was like.
To a certain extent, it makes me happy that "kids these days" have the ability and capacity to act like this, because they've never known what we knew when we were young. Like, congrats! We did it! We made enough progress that this generation doesn't know what we went through and can't really appreciate it!
But then the reality of it is that this fight isn't over, and the younger generation don't think the fight is worth having for "imperfect" media, or that it's over and won.
And of course that's not true.
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If you like ObiKin and you haven’t started this fic yet, you are doing yourself a disservice.
It’s so freaking amazing and deserves so much more love, so GO! Read, comment, kudo!