#lumberjack anakin au

[tennessoui]

HIIII KIT i am reminiscing with your lumberjack au this cold dark winter here in sweden could you possibly bless us with any tidbits about how the boys are doing 🥹🥹🥹

summer’s coming and it’s gonna be beautiful 🥹

When they get together, eventually, they go on a trip down to california from Alaska and anakin falls in love with all the forestry in Northern California and he also falls in love all over again with the way obiwan looks in the sun and sea breeze and he’s never really thought about moving out of Alaska before but obi-wan seems happy—actually, truly content even though he’s also still very mournful

and like. They have trees in california. Anakin could work here. He could work in Oregon. He could work in Washington. He’d move anywhere obi-wan wanted as long as obi-wan wanted him to come with him

(Obi-Wan, who is contrarian by nature, actually likes Alaska now and wouldn’t ever move. He likes the cold and he likes the dark and he likes the way the flowers bloom bright purple in the summer and he likes that Ahsoka always lets him pet the husky puppies she’s trying to train to be sled dogs and he very much likes the way anakin curls around him on the darker days, seeking out warmth and providing it all at once)

[wintersoldierslover]

my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series - two-parter

40s  -  The Winter Soldier  -  Avenger  -  TFATWS

dbf!bucky  -  brother’s bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

moodboard  -  deactivated:(

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson  -  all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove  -  jason carver  -  mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov  -  jim hopper

robin buckley  -  nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward  -  Topper Thorton

John B.  -  Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -  Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson  -  Druig

Eddie Brock  -  Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara  -  Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black  -  Remus Lupin 

James Potter  -  Poly!Marauders

Lily potter  -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley  -  Fred Weasley

Severus Snape  -  Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam  -  aonung  -  lo’ak

rotxo  -  kiri  -  spider

jake sully  -  neytiri  -  tsu’tey

tonowari  -  ronal  -  colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster  -  Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe  -  Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams  -  Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton  -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller  -  Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson  -  Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake  -  Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria)  -  Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez  -  Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy  -  Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent  -  Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk  -  Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick  -  Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan  -  Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower  -  Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey  -  Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy  -  Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -  Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley  -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen  -  Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler  -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott  -  Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay)  -  Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit)  -  James Maguire (Derry Girls)

Jake Peralta  -  Nick Miller  -  Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker  -  Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada  -  Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish  -  AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

[goldskywalker]

I was thinking about that scene in Kenobi where Obi-Wan talks about his family and mentions that he thinks he has a brother

AU where Anakin and Obi-Wan are sent to Stewjoni for whatever reason and they meet Oni-Wan’s brother, who looks exactly like Obi-Wan but probably wears a kilt and looks like a sexy lumberjack. 

Ob-Wan’s brother has no problem flirting with Anakin nonstop. Obi-Wan, of course, is super jealous but doesn’t recognize why. He comms Yoda one day and is like “Master is it normal to want to strangle your own sibling? He keeps touching my padawan.” *long rant about his repressed feelings for Anakin* 

Yoda takes a shot

[bexterbex]

So I have been taking a break but I still got some stuff for y’all. Some different but really good things to get you through these weird and crazy times.

Implications by @angelqueen04​ From their Ao3

When Palpatine implied that Padmé and Obi-Wan might be up to something, what if Anakin hadn't responded by turning into a jealous twit?

A Padme/Obi-Wan/Anakin piece or Obianidala piece. The description is perfect for this steamy piece [Status: Complete]

the stars of the south (guide me to you) by @abstractragedy​ From their Ao3

There’s something living in the forest. Something you can’t quite put your finger into.

The opportunity to head south to your grandparents’ old cabin for the summer break was more than inviting. A whole month of solitude, early mornings with orange-red sunrises, the rushing water of the creek – all of it sounded positively seductive, and you were more than interested.

Now, after you’ve settled in, you are positively certain something is taking residence in the forest – something unnatural. 

A Flip Zimmerman x Reader that is all types of mysterious. If you like Mountain men/Lumberjacks this is a good mythical take on it. [Status: Complete]

Veneers by @obfuscatress​ from their Ao3

Ad left 10h ago in section male - male

HHeart: Looking for someone to accompany a middle-aged man to a social outing in the country NEXT weekend. I only wish to make my homophobic mother squirm non-stop for sixty hours and nothing more. Successful applicant will be rewarded handsomely. Cash bonus on offer if you are one or several of the following: young (must be eighteen or over - no practical joke is above the law), working class, someone with an extreme aversion to received pronunciation or in possession of a strong regional accent/dialect.

A Kingsman Harry Heart/Eggsy Unwin Fake Dating AU that is SO good. Honestly changed my view of that movie and got me into this ship. [Status: Complete]

Returning to Sanity by AchillesTheGeek on Ao3

It's just after the Battle of Hogwarts, and the insanity that was Voldemort is over. The clean-up is about to begin. How will the Wizarding World return to sanity? And will Harry manage to keep his?

EWE. Rated M for later chapters. M/M, adult themes, possible MPREG

I know Harry Potter is controversial right now but this is a really good Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy work that doesn’t give money to JK Rowling. Its 100 chapters and really really good. It’s a beast at 605,095 words, but if you have nothing else to read at the moment this is good to curl up with. 

NOTE: These are works that I enjoy, you don’t have to like them. I am open to suggestions but I can be very picky about what I actually enjoy. I have consumed a lot of work, but there are only so many that I would recommend. No hate on any authors work but this is my opinion.

[tennessoui]

i just took a dive into your lumberjack anakin au and it's so so so so good!! can i ask if obi-wan ever clarifies about padme visiting? does he think anakin is just showing pretty singles in his area the northern lights for funsies?

Oooo I love questions about the lumberjack anakin au!!!

I think anakin shyly offers to take obi-wan out on his sled to see the lights if he wanted no pressure just if he thought he’d like it, it’s really beautiful and nice out there and anakin wouldn’t mind showing him….

and obi-wan is like oh this is a date?? Is this what anakin does for all his dates. is this his move. taking people out to look at the lights?? kiss beneath them???

(anakin is not suggesting this as a date—he would never be so bold with obi-wan, residential fragile love of his life)

(obi-wan is so offended that anakin doesnt try to kiss him during their date that he doesn’t talk to him or wear his shirts for weeks and anakin has no idea what he’s done)

[tennessoui]

i hope this doesn’t add additional burdens to ur day but how has lumberjack anakin au going 🥺?

lumberjack au obi-wan did not realize it was possible to get a sunburn in Alaska during the summer cause he’s a lil bit of an idiot so he burns so easily during his first summer up in Alaska meanwhile anakin tans very easily for several sunny months.

Obi-Wan finds Anakin’s golden almost-californian looking tan gorgeous and is very flustered by it. Anakin finds Obi-Wan’s red face and propensity for sunburn adorable. Now anakin has to figure out new ways to take care of this disaster of a man for the summer months

[tennessoui]

"is that my shirt?" or "Who were you with?"

!!! first of the prompts!!!! ok so this is "is that my shirt", set in the lumberjack anakin au, where obi-wan moves up to small town alaska for trauma reasons, accidentally moving into anakin's deceased mom's old place, and they sorta? fall in love? ft. shy and earnest anakin, oblivious obi-wan, and how great it can feel to share the burden of your grief with someone who makes it more bearable:

(2k)

There are three coffeeshops in Caldswels, Alaska. 

One of them is a new and ambitious Starbucks, so really there are two coffeeshops in Caledswels.

Obi-Wan has a slight preference towards On the Rocks. The owner is friendly without being forceful and is apparently alright with allowing him to sit at a table and drink a singular iced cappuccino for an hour and a half.

It’s also…cozy in On the Rocks. Vos, the owner, either has an eye for design or a lot of luck, because he’s gotten everything perfectly placed to make the small converted lodge feel awfully more like home than close to damn near anything Obi-Wan’s felt since he left California.

Well. 

Alright.

That’s not exactly true, because where he lives now—the cabin in the woods on the edge of what counts as downtown here—that feels homey, now that it’s not so damn cold and drafty all the time there. It feels lived in, which is odd whenever Obi-Wan thinks about it because when he’d moved in, it’d been empty. 

And he hadn’t moved in with many things either.

He knows who used to live there, of course. He knows the son who survives her.

He’d even go so far as to say they’re friends, though it’s the sort of friendship Obi-Wan doesn’t have the strength or time to look too closely at.

But the truth is, he doesn’t need to examine his friendship with Anakin Skywalker to know that they’re friends. It’s the way he feels around him. It’s the way he wore that yellow scarf Anakin had knit past the point of ragged and into unseemly. It’s the way—

It’s the way that Obi-Wan woke up this morning feeling like the world was pressing against his chest and so he stumbled out of bed, wrapped himself in more layers than he ever wore before moving to Caldswel, and went to On The Rocks. Not because of Vos or because of the interior design or because of the stupid frozen sign out front that says Life Without Coffee Is Pain Au Chocolat even when Obi-Wan is very sure Vos has never sold a chocolate croissant in his life—it’s because sometimes this is where Anakin comes to get coffee.

Only sometimes and almost always with a girl in tow, a local Vos had informed him Anakin helped tutor in environmental science, even though Obi-Wan had never asked.

But even when the girl—Ahsoka—is a step or two behind him coming through the door, Anakin never fails to see him, to make his way over through the coffeeshop and offer him a kind word, a softer smile.

Obi-Wan, for his part, never fails to grasp that offering of a human connection the way one might a branch as he drowns. And usually, but not always, Anakin sits across from him, and they talk quietly and privately until Ahsoka grows tired of talking with Vos and bullies her way in between them.

So. They’re friends because friends help lift the weights off of each other’s chests. And friends understand the pain of loss, how to juggle it with the pain of recovery. And friends brighten the room when they enter it. And friends duck their heads when they laugh to look up at each other from beneath long blond and fragile eyelashes.

Obi-Wan stabs only a bit dourly at the ice cube in his cup. He should not get another drink. It is a terrible idea for a man like him to drink more caffeine so late in the day, but he isn’t quite sure what else he should do...except leave.

Because Anakin hasn’t come yet, and the words are not coming either. They’re trapped somewhere, delayed within him on their way to fill in the blank page and that’s fine. And it’s fine that Anakin isn’t here either, because it’s a Wednesday at three in the afternoon and other people have lives—

“Chin up, Kenobi,” Vos says as he passes by, collecting Obi-Wan’s (empty) glass without so much as a by-your-leave. “He’ll stop by.”

Obi-Wan splutters, but even his words get caught up in his throat until he finally snaps, much more waspish than intended, “How would you know?”

“Because, my sweet little desert cactus,” Vos leans against the chair across from him, smile dancing at the corner of his mouth, “he comes in everyday, even when you're not here. Looks around, leaves before even ordering anything. Only good for letting all the cold air in, I’ll tell you.”

“That’s—” outrageous. Untrue. A wicked falsehood. “I imagine that’s common. You advertise chocolate croissants outside, I’m sure you get many potential customers sticking their heads in to see if you’ve baked them yet.”

Vos raises a finger threateningly but before he can say anything else, the bell over the door to the shop jingles as it’s hit. Out from the cold and the dark of the Alaskan December comes Anakin Skywalker, face almost completely hidden by his layers. 

He stops in the doorway, turning his head in a steady arc from left to right until his eyes land upon Obi-Wan’s table. Only then does he step forward into the shop, letting the door almost fall completely closed on the smaller figure of his companion.

“Looks like I have customers, must go,” Vos says.

“Count your lucky stars,” Obi-Wan tells him in reply but his attention is thoroughly captured by the lumberjack carefully picking his way towards him as he undoes his layers.

“When do I not, Obi-Wan?” Vos shoots back, but then Anakin is there and Obi-Wan is too busy smiling up at his friend to think about anything else.

“You haven’t been here in six days,” is the first thing Anakin says, eyebrows pulling down severely over his eyes as he stares at Obi-Wan’s face.

“My wallet was getting slim,” Obi-Wan lies. The truth is much more thorny. It is that he hadn’t particularly wanted to go anywhere or see anyone for the past week. After suffering through the grocery store visit—a necessary evil in order to purchase the creature comforts needed to survive—he’d decided to hole up in his cabin until the feeling of walking alongst the edge of a black hole receded somewhat.

“I wanted to send out search parties,” Anakn says in that short, gruff way of his that Obi-Wan finds fitting and endearing. “Dogs.”

“Oh, you’re no—”

“Anakin,” a voice that is not Ahsoka’s trills from the register. “What do you want?”

Obi-Wan turns instinctively to look, because it’s definitely not Quinlan’s either. A short brunette, swallowed by her thick purple down jacket smiles at them both, a hint of fond impatience lurking around her mouth.

Obi-Wan’s brows furrow without his permission or even his understanding as to why he suddenly feels...discontent.

“A cappuccino? A latte? Americano?” The woman suggests, as if Anakin doesn’t know what sorts of beverages a coffeehouse offers.

Anakin doesn’t even drink caffeine except when he drinks tea, and Vos has made a point of only carrying one sort of herbal tea, just because he gets some sort of sick thrill in pissing Anakin off.

“Hot chocolate,” Anakin requests like Obi-Wan knew he would.

“Are you sure you don’t want something stronger? Long night ahead of us,” the woman says as if she’s not shouting across the deserted coffeeshop the details of their...what. Their sex life?

Obi-Wan coughs and Anakin turns scarlet, blush reaching up to the edges of his ears.

“She’s visiting and wants to see the Aurora lights,” Anakin mutters, tugging at the scarf around his neck. “Ahsoka’s letting me borrow her dogs, I’m taking her out to Beggar’s Gorge for the best view.”

“That’s..romantic,” Obi-Wan says, struggling to force his tone into something that sounds vaguely approving and not at all lost and confused.

“It’s not,” his friend replies, still so quietly Obi-Wan has to strain to hear him. “It’s just the best view. For the lights. At this time of year.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Obi-Wan admits. “I’m not visiting for the lights,” he adds, and Anakin, whose attention has been torn between him, the table, the wall behind him, the cash register, the woman, and the snow outside, snaps to look at him.

“That’s the first time you’ve said you’re visiting,” he says as if the word has done something to offend him personally.

Obi-Wan stares back at him.

For some strange reason, the first thing he thinks about saying is, This is the first time I’ve ever felt like an outsider around you, but for obvious reasons he swallows those words back

Anakin is right though. From their first meeting only a few months ago, it’s been Anakin so sure Obi-Wan’s going to blow out of town as quickly as he’d entered it and Obi-Wan steadfast in his commitment to staying around for the long haul, for no other reason than Caldswels, Alaska was as a good a place to hide out as any.

It suddenly feels very hot in here. Obi-Wan wouldn’t put past Vos to have turned up the heat just to fuck with him.

To distract himself from the intense look on Anakin’s face, he shrugs out of his sweater, pulling the gray material over his head and leaving him in just his—

“Is that my shirt?” Anakin sounds strangled. 

Obi-Wan frowns and looks down at himself, even though the question is ridiculous. After all, he cannot think of a single situation where either of them has been shirtless around the other. When he says this, Anakin’s face burns.

If he were a better man, he might feel guilty. As he is, he feels bad enough to at least confess: “I got this at the thrift store.”

“I donate old clothes to the thrift store,” Anakin says this as if it’s some sort of revelation he’s having at fucking On The Rocks Coffeeshop.

Obi-Wan blinks. “Alright,” he says slowly. “But I’m sure you’re not the only person in Alaska that wears blue and gray plaid.”

“That’s mine,” his tone is firm and confident, even though his cheeks are still very red. “There’s—there’s a hole in the left sleeve. Right? I wore that shirt when I was a teenager and I had a nervous habit of biting it there.”

Obi-Wan blinks again. There is a hole in the left sleeve. He’s wondered where it’s from. “Huh,” he says. “What are the odds?”

Anakin doesn’t look particularly pleased. “I donated that shirt a few years ago before I outgrew it. It’s too thin. Not warm enough.”

“Hence the sweater,” Obi-Wan points out, feeling strangely protective of the shirt. “And the coat. And gloves. And hat.” 

Really, it’s almost in the negatives here. Nothing is warm enough.

Anakin’s head cuts to the left, so highly displeased that it comes off as incredibly angry. Obi-Wan thinks vaguely he’s going to wear this threadbare shirt for the rest of his life. Just because.

Before he or Anakin can say anything else, perhaps explain themselves or poke fun at the other, the brunette woman is suddenly there, hip nudging against Anakin’s shoulder.

“I’ve never met a barista so talkative,” she says, holding a to-go cup out to Anakin. “I swear, I know more about Quinlan’s life than I do yours now.”

Anakin frowns, but Obi-Wan isn’t sure if it’s because of Quinlan, who Anakin doesn’t usually like, or because of the idea that his girlfriend was talking for so long with another man.

“They need lining,” Obi-Wan’s attention is snapped back to Anakin suddenly at these words. Anakin is staring at him, frown marring his handsome features. “The flannel. To keep you warm. You need lining.”

“I think I know how to shop for clothes,” Obi-Wan replies automatically, snappishly, even though he’s flattered by Anakin’s clothes.

If anything his words make the other man’s frown intensify.

“You were going to show me the town,” the woman prompts in the silence that follows. “Come on, we have, I don’t know. Fifteen minutes of daylight left? Thirty?”

They have about five, but Obi-Wan isn’t going to say anything. “It was nice to see you,” he says because he can’t shake the feeling that he should, that he needs to release Anakin from this unexpected social tie before he can leave.

He smiles up at the lumberjack, even though the weight is back against his chest.

It’s unsurprising, is the thing. And natural.

Anakin leaves, though he looks back twice. 

Once probably to make sure he’s not left anything behind himsa he goes.

Twice…well. Twice for a reason Obi-Wan can’t quite label.

Or understand.

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[tennessoui]

trick or treat! for the Sith husband au or Lumber jack anakin au 🙏🙏🙏 and can be about anakin and or obiwan learning to trust the other? or anything you can think of i’m not picky 🍬🍫🍭🎃

trick or treat !! 👻

it has been way too long since i last talked about the lumberjack anakin au <3

in the lumberjack anakin au we have a lot of scenes where anakin is checking up on obi-wan and giving him company or knitted goods or puppies to take care of lol 🥹

but to add to that and reverse it, obi-wan hears that anakin’s birthday is coming up and so he bakes him a cake but it’s the worst cake in the world like we’re talking gooey and raw in some places and too heavily frosted in other places and somehow dry in a few spots and definitely burnt on one edge

and anakin has been really sad about his birthday cause he used to always spend it with his mom so he’s feeling very emotional but he has to point out this cake is a monstrosity

and obi-wan(covered in flour, hand on hip while the other hand is holding a mountain of dirty dishes back) is like this is the same cake I always made my daughter for her birthday! And she always ate it! Without all the complaints mind you!!!

and anakin isn’t going to say a dead kid has no sense of taste beside sugar vs no sugar, so he’s like “yeah and that was really a huge act of love”

but then he eats it without complaining and obi-wan doesn’t realize for like ages that that too was an act of love 🥹

[trick or treat ask game!]

[tennessoui]

shirt sharing thru a thrift shop!!! thats so genius i gasped when i read it. that ficlet is so wonderful but the end hurts so bad. i need to know: does anakin pad up obiwan’s closet? does lumberjack! anakin take it upon himself to be not only a woodchopper but also obiwan’s personal tailor?

oh 100% anakin has to be talked down from donating his best down jacket just in case obi-wan decides to go thrift shopping and needs it. some poor schmuck buys a very nice and warm red and black flannel and anakin almost causes an incident trying to make him return it because he should have KNOWN better that wasn’t FOR HIM THAT WAS FOR OBI-WAN

(tbh I also like the idea of like the whole little town being like “oh look we have adopted a sad little man. a prickly lil guy. a baby cactus. let’s take care of him in secret.” and so anakin donates perfectly good shirts to the thrift store and Jocasta nu keeps them behind the counter until obi-wan comes to visit and offers them at a discount. Ahsoka, husky trainer and dog breeder, frequently ambushes obi-wan with puppies to play with under the guise of training. Vos never actually charges him after the second hot chocolate.)

(like a wholesome Truman show where everyone is really very invested in your life but pretend they aren’t)

[tennessoui]

i would for one would be interested in the extreme angst of Alaska AU

cw: sort of visceral grieving (of parent over lost child); very angsty

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ok so i can't find the actual snippets in my (unorganized and frightening) google docs or notes app (lol) but it was mostly like this (sort of from memory and written directly into this ask so idk how good this will read but i very much remember some parts of this snippet tbh i think this is like. the closest ive ever come to not writing fanfiction ):

Obi-Wan doesn't think he was insane before his daughter died.

He remembers having a sound mind and a stable countenance. He was a writer, a blogger, a poor chef--though a chef nonetheless.

(A chef of boxed macaroni and cheese and cinnamon sugar toast. A chef of dinosaur nuggets and microscopic sized vegetables snuck into casseroles. A chef with a singular purpose, a singular audience.)

He would never have called himself a man of science, but he was a man of rationality at the very least. He found reason in everything around him. He did not always understand science nor math, but respected them as fundamental laws of the universe.

When Rey died, it was the rational part of himself that first followed her into the grave.

Three months after they bought her coffin and two and three-fourths after they buried her, the weather turned unseasonably cold. Obi-Wan woke up in the middle of the night halfway to a panic attack. They had buried her in a summer dress.

Years later, when the pain of the loss was incrementally easier to bear, he would write:

You do not spend nine years of your life fretting over whether or not your child will be cold just to turn that instinct off the moment they are no longer susceptible to the elements. After my daughter died, I spent countless nights awake wondering if she was cold there beneath the ground. We had not thought to bury her in her red winter coat, and it haunted my dreams. She would be cold without it. Children have horrible control of their body temperature. You must bundle them up, and the idea that we hadn't when we buried her drove me to insanity.

The first time it rained after her funeral, I saw her yellow rain boots lined up by our front door as I was leaving. I sat on our front porch stoop and sobbed for what must have been hours, thinking only of the water that would eventually, inevitably seep through the wood cracks of the coffin and wet her toes. Before, when a sudden rainstorm blew in, as they were wont to do in our town, I would pick her up and put her on my shoulders should we be caught out of the house sans rain boots. She hated the feeling of wet socks and cold toes, so I spared her the sensation.

That I had forgotten about the rain when we gave a set of her clothes to the mortician was unforgivable. Sitting on the porch that day, I felt a weight on my shoulders, like she was still perched atop me, trusting me to carry her over all the more dangerous and distasteful parts of the sidewalk.

I hadn't, and so she was cold. Her toes were wet. She was shivering. A child needs to be bundled up. It is one of the first things a parent learns should they take a class on the parenting, and I took many. A child must be bundled up, or they become cold.

I could not shake the idea that she was cold in her casket. Logically, I knew that whatever constituted my daughter was long gone. Her soul, her spirit, her conscience--whichever. She was not what we buried. Rationally, I knew that. But logic and reason have no starring role to play in grief. Guilt and blame and hysteria take the stage.

I could not shake this last failure. I could not forgive myself for it; I could not forgive my wife. When the weather began to turn cold once more, I packed my things and moved to the coldest place I could find. As a parent, one knows this: if you cannot cure your child of their ailment, you will weather it with them however you can.

[tennessoui]

Okay, hold up! We need to talk about that lumberjack au snippet. It just snuck in there in between the voting options and I am NOT just gonna let that slide by. You're not supposed to make me actually feel things! I cried!

It was beautiful and heartbreaking and I'm gonna go read it again.

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lol omg bless yeah that’s probably one of the more grief stricken narratives I’ve written poor obi-wan is really going through it in that little snippet 🙏

the majority of lumberjack au is about healing and falling in love and doing better than you were doing before with the love and support of everyone around you but to get there and really appreciate the improvement, there’s gotta be a world of hurt first 🥰😭

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In the au where obw goes to Alaska and meets lumberjack!anakin, how does his daughter die? Also, was his daughter a character in the franchise? Sorry if you answered this before!

lumberjack anakin au my beloved

these are great questions!! i don't think i've ever been asked them before so !

in my head it's a car crash/accident most probably, but i don't think it'll ever really come up in the au - obi-wan wouldn't have been there in the moment

as for his daughter's name, i have a tendency to make rey his daughter when i need a kid independent of ahsoka and luke and leia (the roadtrip au for example) - it's mentioned as a throwaway line in this ficlet for the lumberjack au!

i actually wrote out like a very angsty beginning ficlet/few paragraphs of obi-wan's headspace when he decides he's going to move to alaska (in the medium of the opening few paragraphs of the book he's writing) but then i was like. no. too angsty. like. so angsty.

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I adore the TA AU, but I feel like it needs a few more snippets before it could go on Ao3 and feel like a proper fic (not b/c of word count, but because it feels like there are a few key emotional moments missing). (What there is is so good!)

i guess that's the question though, like. a lot of my ficlets i have are just that--ficlets, meant to either lead into another ficlet eventually or lead into answering asks about the ficlet where i then talk more about the au and it gets all fleshed out.

is posting just a ficlet enough on ao3 or is it dishonest to what the au is on tumblr?

i think the ta au is a good example of that, where there are multiple ficlets but it may not feel complete in ficlet form because part of the au is the short ask answers and tags and head canon reblogs that can't be translated over easily to ao3 because it was born on tumblr and it's by it's nature a tumblr au

another example i think would be the princess diaries au where there are 2-3 really good ficlets i like a lot that i think people would like to read but they are by no means close-ended and they're written to leave the concept open to embellishment later on

so when it comes to aus like those, do i wait, do i try to write more, do i keep them solely on tumblr....and when it comes to aus that are JUST one ficlet but left-open ended, does that get to go on ao3?? do i wait?? do i try to write more?? at that point, is that no longer a copy-paste over project and an active effort to translate from tumblr norms to ao3 ones?

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Literally the most exciting part on any given day is finding a ficlet from you that I haven’t read before !! I’m so annoyed I read them all too quickly when I first discovered you but it’s still fun combing through your blog to find new stuff to read

haha thank you!!! here are a few ficlets i wrote a while ago that i think about every now and then but i'm not sure how much other people think about them:

ficlet for baby's last mission au (same age padawans/knights going on an undercover mission together because baby knight obi-wan wants to pretend to be married to anakin before he leaves the order to be with his real wife padmé)

ganymede & zeus but make it obikin (king of the gods obi-wan kidnaps mortal anakin because he pretty)

lumberjack anakin au (i just love her)

zookeeper au (big cats zookeeper obi-wan needs petting zoo worker anakin's help looking after pet bunny for quinlan)

practice kisses au (same age padawans kissing for "practice")

opening act au (obi-wan is a famous musician, anakin's band becomes his opening act for his world tour)

nanny obi-wan/single parent anakin (set in the gffa, obi-wan is an obnoxious little brother jedi drop-out and i think about this ficlet/universe all the time)

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how about “i’m sorry but no” ? also, the obikin was adorable on the last lumberjack ficlet but i have to say i absolutely love how quinlan saw a depressed cold little english professor looking meow meow and went “alright im adopting this one now he’s mine” like a bedraggled little kitten you find sitting in a box on the street corner

hi hello!!! this is "i'm sorry, but no" prompt fill, set in my fix-a-sith au, where jedi feel like sith can be cured of the dark side like an illness, primarily through constant contact with someone Light. aka usually through marriage. obi-wan s brought in to marry newly fallen sith anakin (this is the tag)

(ps thank you for this lumberjack anakin au love!! this was absolutely quin's thought process in that ficlet!)

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Anakin—Vader, but Anakin sometimes, and Anakin now—has a very good feeling about the course of tonight’s events and what they mean. 

He played very nice with all of Obi-Wan’s friends, even Vos. Even Ventress, who’s really more like friend by association. Friend by being married to Vos, which is a double black mark in Anakin’s mind but apparently means that Obi-Wan gives him very disappointed eyes whenever he growls at her.

So tonight, when they’d all gone out to dinner, Anakin had kept all of his displeasure to himself. He’d been polite to their server, had grunted out a laugh in response to Vos’ jokes, and even allowed Ventress to touch his husband’s arm to get his attention. Attention that, until that moment, had been completely Vader’s.

He hadn’t even Force-choked her in a way that could be easily tied back to him, though she’d coughed and spluttered when she’d taken a drink of her water a few moments later.

Obi-Wan had glared at him like he knew what he was doing with his hands beneath the table, but Anakin had smiled back sunnily, brightest blue eyes firmly in play. Like seemed to always be the case, the sight of Anakin’s blue eyes had seemed to dissolve Obi-Wan’s ire, and then his husband had reached across the space between them to lay a hand on Anakin’s thigh.

So Anakin has an incredibly good feeling about tonight because Obi-Wan has been keeping a hold on him throughout dinner, dessert, drinks afterwards. It’s been a hand on his thigh, it’s been a weight of an arm brushing the small of his back, it’s been fingers entangling with his own.

Despite the fact that they’ve been married for almost one standard year, Anakin can count on one hand the amount of times his husband has kissed him Casual touches have slowly made their way into their everyday communications, but kissing and any intimate sort of relationship has been kept firmly and jealously defended, with Anakn on the wrong side of the fighting.

His husband is too good, he thinks. He knows more than a few Jedi spouses have been tempted by their Sith partners to consummate their marriage bed. Force, he knows Ventress seduced Vos within their first week together. 

But Obi-Wan Kenobi has resisted his every advance. Anakin would take it personally if he didn’t know just how good his husband was.

So tonight—filled with the touches, the looks, the reedy swallows and stuttering—is unexpected.

Unexpected but a gift to be treasured.

Treasured and consumed.

They are barely through the doors into their quarters before Anakin slams Obi-Wan up against the wall just to the side, hands sliding from his shoulders down to his waist as he presses against his body.

His lipss find his husband’s easily, his mouth already open and ready for the taking. Something inside of Anakin purrs as he tastes his husband. He has been missing the taste of him. He has been craving it and now it’s his again. Obi-Wan is his.

Obi-Wan has always been his, but now the man is kissing him back instead of denying it. Now the man’s mouth is too busy for words as his hands slide through Anakin’s hair and push his head to the angle he wants it most, and Anakin would contort his body into any position Obi-Wan desires if it means the man keeps kissing him like that.

It’s been so long since anyone’s kissed him. He can’t really remember if he’s always been this sensitive to the action or if Obi-Wan is especially good at coaxing these noises out of him. 

Either way, the whimper he makes when Obi-Wan’s tongue drags across his bottom lip belongs to him. The breathless exhale that’s punched out of him when Obi-Wan pushes away to nip at his jaw is his as well. They all belong to Obi-Wan now because Obi-Wan is his husband, which makes Obi-Wan his.

He allows him to pull away with the greatest of reluctance. His body feels like one giant nerve, everywhere they’re touching somehow sending lightning through his veins. But the good sort of lightning. The kind that makes his chest sing instead of burn.

“Obi-Wan,” he murmurs, allowing his head to drop back, exposing the line of his throat to the Jedi’s perusal. “Obi-Wan.”

And then Obi-Wan does the unthinkable. He pulls away.

Anakin can feel his chest moving against his own, up and down, ragged and unfiltered in a way that makes Anakin’s mouth water to taste the sweat that will bead up on his husband’s chest, chase the oxygen as it enters his husband’s parted lips.

He wants more; he wants closer; he wants now.

He doesn’t understand why suddenly there’s a hand pressing against his chest, and he snarls his ddisspleasure at the distance it creates between their bodies. He can feel his husband’s desire as if it were hiss own. It is his own. It belongs to him, it—-

“Anakin, no,” his husband says, far too loudlyand firmly for the soft quiet of their quarters. Anakin’s eyes narrow, lips pulling back from his teeth because he’s being denied again, he shouldn’t—he cannot—-

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs, softer. “Anakin, I’m sorry, but no. We cannot. I cannot.”

Anakin knows such a statement is final, that he cannot push his husband to accept him like this. Consent. He knows it’s important. Distantly, in some small part of his mind that isn’t crushed by the disappointment of being pushed away or angry at the denial, he knows listening to Obi-Wan is important, integral even.

He pushes himself away before he can do something stupid and impulsive like hurt Obi-Wan, just because the hurt in his chest feels too big to be contained within himself.

He breathes deeply, in and out, just like the Jedi teachers have taught him.

“I’m sorry, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, and the words feel like they cut him deep and in a way no healer could ever cure. “I cannot take advantage of you in this…intoxicated state.”

“I’ve not had two drinks,” Anakin mutters, hand against his own throat as he turns away, a paltry attempt to ground himself.

“You know I’m not talking about alcohol, dear one,” his husband replies, and Vader breaks. “Do not call me that!” he snaps, spinning back around to glare wetly at Obi-Wan. “As if you have some sort of—of familiarity with me even as you hold me at a distance, one that grows larger and larger by the day!”

“That is not true! I have let you in—”

“Everywhere except your bed!” Vader cuts him off, advancing upon him quickly and boxing him up against the wall. “You guard yourself so jealously, Kenobi. I ache for you and yet you push me away as if I were a youngling who needs to be minded—”

“You have Fallen, Anakin. You are not in your right mind. The Dark Side tempts and clouds one’s soul—to take advantage of such a thing, to give into my own desires—it would be—”

“Monstrous,” Vader finishes because he’s heard this before. He’s heard this speech so many times he could spout it from memory. “But what if the person who loves you is a monster, Obi-Wan Kenobi? What if that monster wants you to stoop to its level just once—just once—so it’s not alone in its monstrosity?”

Obi-Wan swallows and shakes his head, casting his gaze away. “You are not a monster, Anakin.” He pauses and swallows again. Shakes his head again.  “But I cannot afford to lose myself in you, Anakn. For both of our sakes.”

He straightens his robes hurriedly and exits through the doors.

Vader watches him leave. The lamp on the side table throws itself against the wall he had Obi-Wan pressed against only a handful of minutes ago. The burst of anger, once exercised, only makes him feel hollow.

He wishes, not for the first time, that Obi-Wan Kenobi was a little less good.

A little less perfect.

A little more reachable.

A little more....touchable.

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I was the Tattoine health care anon, and I was thinking more that Obi-Wan gives Luke to Owen and then goes off on some sort of vaguely suicidal Robin Hood bender, which he only survives because a large portion of Tattoine is down with (1) crime (2) killing Hutts (3) lying about the first two. All of which obviously makes Obi-Wan even sadder. Just a depressed little man thinking he made dinner in a fugue, when really there's a neighborhood meal chart for feeding him.

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ah hello!! thanks so much for this addition 🤩 i do love a trainwreck of a kenobi being carefully and subtly cared for by those around him - it's one of my favorite elements of my lumberjack anakin au where obi-wan is grieving in small town alaska and the town sorta rallies around making sure this old man is kept fed and warm

though this has much more violence and crime which is always a plus in my mind!