Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Anakin vs. Kinky Obikin Fanfics

• Summary: It was all Padme's fault, since she was the one who introduced Anakin to the world of fanfics — more specifically the world of Obikin fanfics — and when Anakin reads them, his life completely turns upside down.

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"Are you going to have dinner with Obi-Wan later?" Padme asked from her spot on her couch, sitting all relaxed with a datapad in one hand while she tapped the armrest with the other.

"No. Obi-Wan's in a bit of a mood, saying he wanted to be alone and wanted to spend the whole day meditating. He's been like that for a while now. I think something is bothering him, but he won't tell me anything," Anakin snarked next to her, slouching into the comfortable cushion while glaring at the wall across from him. They were on a short break from the war, so he'd decided to visit Padme since he had missed his best friend and hadn't seen her in the last few months.

"I'm sorry -- what? I cannot imagine Master Kenobi ever being in that state." She fiddled with her datapad and glanced at him with an amused smirk. Then she snorted and giggled as she became engrossed with the content on her screen. "Oh, my."

He eyed her warily and wondered just what she found so funny. Surely, the Holonet news was not that interesting. "What? What, 'Oh, my'?"

"Nothing," she answered quickly, but her eyes continued to move across the screen.

"Doesn't look like nothing," he said, rolling his eyes. "Come on -- what are you reading?"

She cleared her throat. "Just some stories . . . " she trailed off suspiciously with a light blush staining her cheeks.

Now her behaviour really made Anakin wonder. He gave her another searching look before saying, "Is it another one of those trashy romance novels you showed me before? Like the one with that alien with six arms calling himself Sir Grab-a-Lot, who kidnapped Princess Pussy from the House of Prudes to be his sex slave?"

"You remember that? I thought you wouldn't, considering how much you drank that night!"

" . . . Kind of hard to forget that sort of character and plot. But enough deflection. What are you reading?!"

She gave him a long look before sighing a bit. "Fanfics."

"Fan . . . fics?" His mind clicked as he felt like he'd heard that term somewhere before. "Those stories written by fans based on holofilms and holobooks?"

"Yes."

" . . . What are you not saying?" he pressed on curiously. "And why are you so short with your responses? Come on, just tell me. Surely, nothing can be as bad as Sir Grab-a-Lot."

"Some writers explore the infinite relationship possibilities with fanfics."

"So?" She was truly being evasive today, and he was super mystified by her behaviour.

"And some writers like to pair up celebrities and other well-known figures in the galaxy."

"Huh." He was intrigued now and he slowly grinned as an idea came to him, his earlier mood now becoming lighter. "Don't tell me someone wrote about you with Sabe? Is that why you're blushing?"

"What? No!" she exclaimed and then laughed hard, bending over in half as she clutched her aching stomach. "How did you even get that idea?"

He shrugged and reached over to grab his cup of caf. "Then who were you reading about?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes, I'm sure nothing can surprise me."

" . . . There are fanfics of you with Master Kenobi, and this particular one is very sexual."