#obikinfer

Presenting an A Strange Kind of Love visual epilogue by @human-rocket 😍

I had such a hard time upon the completion of this fic; I wanted to keep going! But I didn’t have much else to say other than, “And then, they cuddled some more.” I guess I needed to see it. This beautiful illustration truly provides me with a sense of closure 🕊️

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Obi-wan tried to pretend it wasn't happening. For the longest time, he kept his mouth closed and let the situation rest in the lowest depth of his mind, hidden and twisted in desire he dare not name. He knew the challenges of training an omega padawan long before Anakin was even a thought in his head, but no matter what he'd been told or taught, the real experience always proved to be more telling.

What Obi-wan could never have betted on, was that he would be dealing with two omega padawans more often than not. Despite whatever spats Anakin had with Ferus as a child, they'd certainly managed to make up in a grand way.

Obi-wan, an alpha just past his prime, just wished they would have mended their relationship in a way that didn't involve sharing heats in his and Anakin's shared quarters.

No amount of scent blocking putty around the edges of the padawan's door could conceal it. The raw, unbridled smell of sex floated around their quarters and was the worst in the living area. Most of the time, Obi-wan would remove himself from the space entirely (especially when the smell was accompanied by noise), but today, he couldn't seem to bring himself to move from the room.

His mind had been playing tricks on him, surely— Because he could of sworn that on his way out, he'd heard Anakin's voice cry for him in ecstasy. It certainly wasn't directed toward Ferus and it wasn't just an exchangable title like "Master."

My problem anon is that I’m currently reading the book series where Anakin is a Padawan, so both he and Ferus are 16 in the media I’m consuming right now. It’s made it hard to write fic because I’m so very shifted out of horny!mode when it comes to Anakin right now bc he’s not an adult.

4 works for Skylinobi!!!! 🔥🔥🔥

Feels poetic!

The first 3 chapters of my new story, A Strange Kind of Love, have been posted. Thank you SO much for all the support. When writing my first long fic, I wasn’t active here, and I didn’t have all of you 🥹🫂♥️

Ferus awakes to the smell of brewing tea, and he’s not even sure how Obi-Wan has achieved such a feat when he doesn’t even have a kitchen, but the aroma is unmistakable. He glances at the parallel palette a few feet away – Anakin is still sound asleep, and the first sun is not yet peeking into the interior of the cave.

When Ferus stirs, he sees Obi-Wan perched on the plateau in the entryway of the cavern. He sits beside him and the Jedi Master slides him a cup.

“I had another ready,” Obi-Wan comments evenly, but cheerfully. “I thought you might be up soon. . . Your Master used to talk of how you’d wake with the suns.”

Ferus’ lips curl at the mention of his former, deceased Master, Siri Tachi. “She was like Anakin, and could sleep all day if you’d let her.”

Obi-Wan smiles softly. “And he needs extra rest these days, it seems.”

“He does. He gets worn out so quickly. . . It’s strange to think it’s Anakin – always so competitive, pushing himself to the limit. Needing to be the best. To win.”

“That need for victory,” Obi-Wan somberly tsks. “I do believe that’s where I lost him.” He sighs. “His fear of losing. . . It impacted him in more ways than one, but now that he’s lost so much, I don’t think it frightens him anymore.”

“Well, he hasn’t lost you – and it’s clear you’re what matters most to him.”

“You mean a great deal to him as well,” Obi-Wan reminds intently.

Ferus marginally shifts the subject, “Obi-Wan? You don’t have to answer this, but. . . I saw the two of you last night, the way you. . . I know I only implied it before, but did the two of you have a relationship?”

“Not a romantic one, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“That is what I’m getting at – the way you held him, and the way he was curled up against you – I can’t say it’s a position I’ve ever been in with my Master, but I’ve surely slept beside my husband in the same manner.”

“I never touched him,” Obi-Wan defends sharply. “Especially not when he was seventeen. But when he got older, when the war started. . . Well, we became less like Master and apprentice and more like. . . something else entirely. But nothing ever came of it. There was tension there, and to be honest, I think it caused problems between us. This chirpy Anakin is one I’ve not seen in a long time, and I’ve missed him terribly. I honestly don’t know what possessed us to curl up together last night, because it’s not something he’d remember us doing; it’s not something we did until he was older. We’d seek comfort during the war, but it was never really romantic so much as just comfortable – natural. . . and I suppose that’s why we ended up that way: it just felt natural. I’m sorry. I’m rambling, and I know that’s not much of an explanation, but when it comes to Anakin. . . in light of this situation. . . I’ve just never before been so confused and so sure of myself all at once.”

Ferus laughs ironically. “That’s exactly what I was trying to explain to you about taking him under my wing. It felt both wrong and right. I’m still conflicted at times. . . and I. . . I can’t stay, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan’s head turns sharp. “You can’t go,” he protests.

“I can’t stay,” Ferus reiterates. “I need to get back to the base – check on things there. Try to get back home and make sure Roan’s family is safe.”

“But you don’t intend to return.”

“I. . .”

“Anakin will be crushed. Please don’t do this. Not right now. Let him get settled.”

“He doesn’t need me, Obi-Wan; he has you.”

“Do you not hear how he refers to the two of you as one unit? Do you not see the way he lights up when you enter the room? Do you not see how he hangs on your every word? ‘Well, Ferus says. . . Ferus thinks. . . Ferus wants. . .’ ”

“That’s just because we’ve spent so much time together. I’m all he’s had for the last few weeks. He’ll be fine. I know you’ll take care of him.”

“You aren’t so sure. I can sense it – your worry for him, but you’re running away because it scares you –because of what he used to be, and I’m. . . I’m scared, too, and maybe I need you just as much as he does right now. You’re the only one that— Don’t go. I want you to stay.”

Obi-Wan and Ferus go quiet when they sense Anakin awake and approaching.

“Good morning, dear one,” Obi-Wan beams when a sleepy looking Anakin appears. His eyes are tired. His face is blank. His arms are folded, buried in his Master’s robe, head covered to hide his scarred face.

Anakin’s gaze is on the horizon, where the second sun is just starting to rise, the shadows of the cave now absorbing soft morning light. Both men have turned to watch him. Now, he watches them back and smirks. He wedges himself between the pair, then puts his head on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

Ferus is just about to stand when an arm comes around his waist and pulls him closer. A cybernetic hand snakes up his back and rubs it gently. Ferus slowly turns to look at Anakin just as he lifts his head from Obi-Wan’s shoulder, and Ferus finds he can’t look away from the intense and engaging stare.

Anakin lets his forehead tenderly bump against Ferus.’ When he feels Obi-Wan’s arm stretch around him, he boldly decides to now use Ferus as his personal pillow instead, supremely content with having contact from each side.

Obi-Wan’s knuckles brush back and forth against Ferus’ ribs, an indirect way to communicate, a way to say he understands. He knows Ferus is wrestling with the very same qualm he himself had struggled with for many years: craving Anakin’s touch, while simultaneously fighting a guilt-ridden urge to push it away. He sees Ferus’ dark eyes peer at him from over the hood of the robe Anakin is still snuggled in – tethering between satisfaction and indecision.

Ferus is rigid, neck straight and chin high. But at Obi-Wan’s faint, but soothing smile, and with Anakin burrowing further into his side, he can’t help but rest his cheek to the top of Anakin’s head, shamefully giving in to the warmth and solace they both provide.   

The three remain huddled together as they watch the sky change colors in a comfortable silence.

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Thoughts?? Any interests? I feel like this will be a fic about 4 people will read lol, but I've been wanting to write it for almost 2 years now. I feel rusty! Idk if I can pull it off, but I'm going to try.

Chapter 1 coming soon!

Rules: Make a 24 hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then work for 10 minutes for every vote the winner receives.

Well, I’ve only got 2 WIPs (and you’re probably already familiar with them bc they’ve been on the list a while), but I’ve also got 2 story ideas that are pretty well-developed in my head, so I’ll include them, bc if I can get out of my ‘you should just delete your 3 unimpactful fics and disappear’ slump, I would like to write again someday… I’ve been feeling discouraged, so I really appreciate you @fulcrum843 for tagging me 💕

Descriptions of what you’re voting for wasn’t really in the rules, but I’ve only got one working title and two choices aren’t even actual WIPs sooo…. 🤷🏻‍♀️

WDYHTY: The obianidala fic that was supposed to be TCW fix-it Streets of Gold became. I left off at 20k words, and I really loved those words and hope to see the story through in time.

PW AU: Read a brief synopsis here. It was only sparked by watching Pretty Woman, but doesn’t actually follow the movie plot.

TLOTJ: Vader succeeds in his plan to forget Padmé, but his mind gets wiped more thoroughly and further back than intended - it’s lucky that Ferus was there lurking… He can bring the scared “Padawan” back to his Master. Yep. This one is obikinfer 😎

Clone Anakin: @journey-to-batuu and I have chatted about a fic based off her Sims posts! I am obsessed with this idea and have made some notes for a plot and even written out a pinch of dialogue.