#I'm mostly excited for the Masters' Council

[primojade]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | you were a simple insomniac college student who could see ghosts and dead souls after a certain incident in your past. just as you were already sick of the souls haunting you every night, you decided to establish the paranormal club in teyvat university together with your four best friends where you were tasked to help the ghosts fulfill their last wishes so you could finally find your most awaited sleep.

...though that was easier said than done. especially when your said friends mostly operates based logic...and already so full of your bullshit and shenanigans since childhood.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 | gn!reader, albedo, cyno, tighnari and scaramouche. But almost all of the genshin characters will appear, too!

𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 | genshin social media au with a lot of written fics; college au with a dash of childhood friends au; cursing; possible graphic depiction of violence and death/murder (but not the characters); possible murder and ghost cases solving; reverse harem-esque(?); no proofread so expect grammar mistakes; inspired by the k-drama master's sun!

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | supernatural, romantic comedy, friendship, mystery/thriller, a bit horror, found family.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 | on going

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

paranormal enthusiasts (profile below!)

teyvat university's student council.

teyvat university's news publication.

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 : 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄.

scene 01 : we need a new member.

scene 02 : who is our new target, now?

scene 03 : the plan to make him ours.

scene 04 : the dumb, the dumber, the dumbest and the very dumbest.

scene 05 : the paranormal club.

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈 : 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓.

scene 06 : our first mission, commence!

scene 07 : ... --- ...

scene 08 : -

tba...

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁.

[NAME] : a college student who likes keeping their course a secret even to their friends just for the fun of it. After a certain incident in their childhood that allows them to see the souls of the dead, they become insomniac and paranoid—most of the time. With the help of their childhood best friends in solving and helping souls to fulfill their last wishes, will they finally felt at peace once more?

CYNO : a second year political science student, and one of your childhood best friend. He was probably the only one among your circle of friends that have shown a slightest bit of interest in the paranormal club. Perhaps its his way of allevating his past...guilt?

TIGHNARI : a second year botany student and the one of your childhood best friends along with Cyno. Although he always appears so exhausted and exasperated dealing with your bullshit, he will always be the first one who offers his help when you can't sleep. But why does he seem so adamant at keeping you away from the past?

ALBEDO : a second year majoring in chemistry with a minor in fine arts. Unlike Cyno and Tighnari who had been with you since you were in diapers, you met Albedo during your high school years. Quickly drawn to his calm and reliable persona, you've been friends since then, and was the person who you constantly ask for help in regards to academics. Though he seems to know a lot than he lets on...?

SCARAMOUCHE : A new friend added to your circle of friends and club—or rather, was forced to. He was a transfer student from another country, a second year student majoring in business management. Mysterious and rude to a degree, that didn't stop you from recruiting him into your club! But would it be really that easy in dealing with him? Especially when he was hiding a deep, dark secret?

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

This is my first smau and I'm very excited to share this will you all!! ^^ since I've posted this on my birthday, consider this a gift from me and my thank you for the 500 followers we have ueueue. This, along with the Fallacies of Love series, will have sporadic update Aas usual though I swear to my love albedo that I will update this soon!

Also, if you wanted to be added to the taglist, feel free to dm or send me an ask! Thank you for reading and have a nice day!! (I will edit this later hahaha).

[maolop]

Fall From Flight: Chapter 1 – Icarus -Reimagined Amidst Aethereal Decay

I'm excited to share with you the first chapter of my new novel-in-progress, "Fall From Flight." Embark with me on a journey through a world where faith is questioned, and the battle for truth is more treacherous than ever.

Synopsis:

Trust is built on truth and is the currency of the world. But in a world where truth becomes a commodity in the hands of unseen entities, what faith remains?

"The Glory of the Garden was God Himself."

The Garden was once a paradise, but is now a battleground between the distorted heavenly and hellish beings who dare wonder it and wage a silent war.

John, an enigmatic figure born from accident, his origins shrouded as much as history begins his descent into hell. He is joined in the company of Hannah, a warrior sprung from the 'Original Demons,' her spirit is indomitable as her blade. In each other they find an unexpected home—a rare find when division is beginning to define us.

In hell, the insurgent class wields AI and deep fakes challenging their ancient masters. As Princes and Guilds swoop in, John and Hannah stand at the crossroad of revolution.

Can they find the secrets that lie at the heart of the Garden? And as John grapples with his hidden agenda, can their bond endure the ultimate test?

Chapter 1 - Artemis:

ARC I - BEYOND GENESIS: MACHINE - (01100110 01110010 01100101 01100101 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100)

"God has bequeathed us an important mission. We stand at the intersection of destiny concerning our flock and all of creation," Michael declared, his hands firmly gripping the chamber's grand Table. Light cascaded over the billowing cape behind him, illuminating the Twin Dragon insignia.

The High Covenant had convened at the White Tower at the highest peaks of Heaven, shrouded by a golden light. Its marble arches were intricately carved with designs of past heroes who embraced the Tower. Water flowed from the reservoirs in the Tower to Heaven below. A clock on the Tower read 2040.

Seated in the Grand Confluence, a room reserved for high-stakes deliberation, they gathered at the Table of Creation. Projections of the realms hovered on top, allowing them to monitor activities.

A fire blazed in the center. Flames licking at their youthful faces, the exalted figures of the Ruling Council, Uriel, Raphael, and Michael, claimed their seats.

Uriel, resolute, gave a nod. "Indeed, brother. We're prepared to begin, shall we?" Her round glasses adorned her heart-shaped face as she calmly sat in his chair. The reflection of the flame hid her eyes. A Wolf's insignia peeked from her blue cape.

However, Raphael was lost in the labyrinth of these thoughts, his eyes tracing the empty throne of an Archangel. "We must not proceed in haste," he murmured, "not while our Sister's absence remains unaddressed."

Uriel's eyes met Raphael, her glasses briefly revealing a beast in her eyes, her mouth curling in a wolfish grin."Raphael, your concern for Gabriel always shines a bit brighter than the rest of us, doesn't it? Your heart seems to throb louder at the mention of her." Her gentle smile softened the tease. "Her absence casts a gloom over us all."

Michaels's eyes briefly dimmed, his crimson eyes consumed by darkness, before looking up. "The absence of Sister Gabriel lies heavy upon our hearts, yet we face a dire urgency as aether fades from our realm as angels vanish daily."

As they watched, the projection shifted, showing a map of Heaven. Points of light began to blink - each one representing a missing angel.

The words lingered as their faces were hidden in shadow.

Moving his hand on his chair, Raphael accidentally nicked his pale skin. Blood seeped from his wound. He observed as his nanorobots emerged and tended to the droplets.

With a mix of curiosity and concern, Uriel remarked, "Such machines within our midst—born of humans, now among the divine. Though mostly present among human-born Angels."

"Indeed, Sister Uriel. The skies of Heaven have indeed shifted over these two decades," Raphael mused, gazing where light flowed through the chamber's expanse.

With a slight tremor in his tone, Michael cut through, "While Gabriel's whereabouts are yet unknown, her Academy yearns for leadership. Its stewardship cannot remain absent." Michael moved his hand, revealing a projection of Gabriel's Academy, locked in darkness.

"It is Gabriel's Academy that concerns me," Uriel interjected, her brow creased with foreboding. "Unsettling whispers circulate—a mysterious AI, born of her own making, perhaps a key to her absence."

"Silhouettes dance in Gabriel's Academy," Uriel interjected, her voice diminishing to a hush. "They tell of a mysterious AI, born of her own making, perhaps a key to her absence." She put her palms forward, showing two empty hands, letting the Archangels gaze at the writing on her palm.

Uriel gestured, moving the Academy, and the air above the Table shimmered. It showed a portrait of Gabriel, her silver wings cast in the air, blonde hair flowing down her body, and a cape with a Phoenix emblazoned.

"Moreover," Uriel continued, her gaze piercing the circle of her peers, "there's talk of Gabriel's ward, her adopted son, John. Whispers suggest she implanted an AI within the boy, perhaps to compensate for his… unique nature. A solitary wing, yet burdens far beyond." The projections shifted again, showing a young man, his body sculpted, yet his eyes seemed worn, his cheeks sunken.

Raphael smiled softly at John before turning his attention to Uriel. He clenched his fist, his eyes darting to Uriel's blue wings that seemed to siphon the air around it. His eyes flowed around the black robes that wrapped her and the necklace on her chest decorated with a dragon that swallowed itself.

"The boy is akin to us in more ways than one," Michael acknowledged, his eyes narrowing with concern and a spark of strategic interest. "One wing or two, he is of Heaven, and if these rumours prove true, we must ensure that we guard him in the interest of the realm."

"We should commit to the task considering what Sister Gabriel wanted for him," Raphael stated firmly.

"Very well," Michael conceded. His gaze softened as he looked at Raphael's wing, which had been deformed in an accident. Trembling, he pronounced, "We shall investigate the Academy and perhaps even the boy. I can assure you, Brother Raphael, that it will be conducted under the purview of Cherubim Daniel."

Raphael grimaced, his eyes wavering.

"The balance of Heaven," he concluded, his voice rising with an air of finality, "may well rest in our understanding of these mysteries and our actions henceforth."

As the gilded light of the chamber waned, a silence settled over the assembly, each member bound by the gravity of their duty. The gathering dispersed as they retreated into their respective chambers.

The sun dipped behind the high Tower, ushering in the night.

Beneath the High Covenant lay the still air of Heaven. In Gabriel's Academy, shadows bloomed, slicing through the once peaceful halls. In it, John slept in the Garden that divided the realms. He suffered in its empty world as his friends guarded him with watchful eyes.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of "Fall From Flight." If the story has captured your imagination or if you have any thoughts or questions about the world and the characters I'm crafting, I would love to hear from you

[the-five-deadly-venoms]

Kung Fu Gems

AU where all the animals are gems (or just kung fu people?) based on their colours (Steven Universe AU in a way)

Onyx (Po)

navel

not sure what he'd have as a weapon? that jade staff is a good contender

Tiger's Eye (Tigress)

right palm

maybe she doesn't need a weapon, since she's that badass already

Sodalite (Crane)

forehead? debatable

he could have water wings in a humanoid AU, but I'm going with the more animalistic alien design just because it's cool (Sodalite is connected to the water and air element, despite water being bad for cleaning Sodalite due to it's mohs at a 6)

Brown Banded Agate (Monkey)

left cheek? it might change if there's a better place for him

staff

Ricolite (Viper)

my first thought was navel, but that might damage her gem in the animalistic alien interpretation, forehead is good too, or back (personality wise it's an eh for me)

ribbons

Bloodstone (Mantis)

lower back

they just don't use weapons (^～^;)ゞ

Red Agate (Shifu)

forehead (because that patch of red is cute)

staff

Jadeite (Oogway)

navel

staff

Tai Lung can be a leopard skin jasper but I don't know how his control over fire would play into that. He can be a blue gem with connections to the fire element, his gemstone is on his chest.

I have a lot more but this all I'm gonna do for now haha

(edit: added images)

[dolce-peach]

soft and honeyed

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

summary: you and obi-wan are frequent battle partners during the clone wars. after a battle, the two of you head back to the jedi temple for some much needed rest -- and a much needed bath.

warnings: just obi being soft, implied nudity but nothing too graphic sorry

a/n: my obi-wan obsession has resurfaced 😆 pls enjoy this lil blurb of fluff and comfort bc THE MAN NEEDS IT 🥺😭 also feel free to leave some requests if you want, as i'm literally drowning in my obi feels LMAO 🥲

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You sat down heavily in your seat, a sigh surfacing as you sank into the mostly unforgiving cushion, but to you, it was the most comfort you had in weeks. Feeling the cool air of the cruiser’s interior as it sped through cold space, you quickly realized you were so used to the planet's rather warm and humid atmosphere.

A familiar presence settled in the seat beside you. Obi-Wan. You glanced over to see his eyes closed with exhaustion.

He was a determined fighter, often pushing his energy past the limit. It was often your job to make sure he didn’t overwork himself, but you didn’t mind. Something about you mothering him was like therapy for you.

“Get some rest,” he said, his eyes still closed.

You smiled, fixing your gaze on the grey ceiling. “Watching you rest is good enough for me. Besides, I don’t sleep well in space.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll sleep for days when we get back to the temple.”

“That’s if we’re not shipped off somewhere else,” you lamented. “Do you think home has changed?”

You could almost feel his brow furrow. “Changed? In the course of a few weeks?” he said. “I doubt it. Home could actually do with some change. I bet they still haven’t fixed the flood in the ladies’ bathroom.”

Groaning, you elbowed him. “All I want is a bath. If it’s still flooded, I’m blaming you.”

It was light banter like this that got you through those weeks, and even the battles before that. It seemed like only yesterday the two of you were made Jedi knights and quickly charged head on into a war no one was ready for.

Not that you weren’t ready. You had been ready to face the trials for a while, but because nearly the entirety of the Jedi Temple seemed to be recruited, you felt unsteady suddenly being knighted. You were sure Obi-Wan felt the same, defeating a Sith lord and then being burdened with the responsibility of a Padawan.

The two of you heavily relied on each other to watch each other’s backs, and keep each other sane. Being engulfed in battles all the time was enough to make your head spin. The sound of blasters that always seemed to frighten you became white noise.

When you finally arrived back at the temple to debrief with the Council, you felt yourself relax a little as you walked through the halls. But at the thought of standing in a meeting room for at least an hour, you sighed.

The work was never done.

“Do we have to go see the Council?” you rhetorically asked grumpily. “Can’t we just meet tomorrow?”

Obi-Wan gave you a nod. “You can go wash up. I’ll give the report.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

He sighed. “Well, you did save my life at the end there...again.”

“I suppose I did,” you laughed. “That makes five, I believe.”

Rubbing his beard in thought, he smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. “Right. Five.”

You flashed a wide grin. “Well...if you insist on debriefing with the Council alone, then I guess I’ll get a head start on some much needed rest.” You playfully saluted. “See you around, General.”

The Jedi master nodded, his funny crooked grin appearing through his beard as he echoed the greeting. “General.”

Excitement filled you as you sped through the halls to your room to gather some things for a bath. It was a silly thing to be thrilled over, but if there was one thing you learned, take advantage of the tiny joys while you can.

And you knew you were going to enjoy it.

Humming while you practically skipped to the communal bathroom, you stopped dead in your tracks as you felt still water beneath your bare feet. You lifted your gaze to see the sunlight falling through the windows, reflecting on the water that covered the large tub and the floor surrounding it.

You could almost hear Obi-Wan’s laughter as you stood there, frozen and dejected.

You made a mental note to strangle him later.

With another heavy sigh, you walked out across the hall to the men’s room, fuming. You couldn’t care less if anyone was in the room. To your pleasant surprise, there wasn’t a single soul.

It wasn’t long before you filled the tub with scalding water and plenty of bubbles.

Sinking into the bath was by far the best feeling in your life. You wasted no time scrubbing layers of dirt and grime from your skin before you closed your eyes and lay in the tub, letting the steam fog the air.

“So I take it the other room’s still flooded.”

As you opened your eyes, Obi-Wan stood above you. “You and I both know that I desperately need this bath.” You crinkled your nose in annoyance. “Don’t forget, I still blame you.”

“Oh, I know,” he mused.

To your surprise, he began to undo his belt before shrugging off his robes, revealing his rather lean figure. He’d always been a rather conservative person ever since he was a youngling, but you guessed that living together in the most unpredictable circumstances made him more comfortable around you.

Scars carved his shoulders like constellations, including some new flesh wounds from flying shrapnel and rogue bullets. You admired his torso for another moment before closing your eyes, letting the heat of the water soak through your skin.

You could hear him shuffle and kick his boots off before joining you in the tub with a quiet splash.

Looking over, you saw him sink further into the water with a groan. “Too hot?” you asked.

He shook his head with a content smile. “It’s perfect.”

You smiled, gathering your robes. “I’ll leave you to it, then. The Council would have a fit if they knew I was in here.”

“Let them,” Obi-Wan replied, preoccupied with bubbles. “Just stay and rest. You deserve it.” He flashed a quick wink. “It’s not like anything’s going on.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with Obi-Wan Kenobi?” you laughed. You hesitated before settling back in the water again. “Speaking of the Council, how was the meeting?”

His blue gaze flitted towards you. “Oh, nothing exciting. They seemed pleased,” he sighed. “They’re thinking of sending us elsewhere in a few days.”

“Of course,” you said, giving a bitter smile. “We’re in the middle of a war. We haven’t the time for anything else anymore.” You leaned your head against the edge of the tub, your gaze on the window above. “This was never supposed to happen. I mean look at us, we’re military leaders now.” You shook your head. “I wish it would just end soon.”

He inhaled deeply. “Me too.”

You turned back to look at him before you found yourself rubbing spots of dirt and grime away on his cheek. He seemed to melt into your touch, closing his eyes as your thumb found more marks on his forehead. Your touch was soothing and rhythmic.

You stifled a laugh, earning a small, somewhat annoyed, “What?”

“You’d think you rolled down a rocky hill into a pile of dirt, not battled thousands of droids,” you said, your thumb brushing over his brow to the top of his cheekbone. “You’re filthy, General.”

“I apologize for war not being more of a...civilized matter.”

Shaking your head, you began tracing his features with your fingers. The edges of his beard felt prickly under the pads of your fingers as you wiped away some bubbles.

“For what it’s worth, you’re doing the best you can,” you murmured.

His lips twitched into a thin smile. “You too.” His voice was soft and rather scratchy from yelling orders through explosions. “This will all be over soon, and we’ll all go back to living normal lives.”

“Normal,” you scoffed, nudging his bare shoulder. “We’re Jedi. We’re far from normal.”

His eyes followed your hands as you grabbed a sponge and your body scrub and began scrubbing his arms. He could feel your anxiety fading away with each scrub, almost like cleaning him was the therapy you needed.

He was infatuated with you, the way your skin glistened with steam. Your expression was relaxed and flushed from the heat, even more calm than when you slept. His head spun at the thought of smelling like you.

As he turned so you could scrub his back, massaging his muscles as you went, he couldn’t help but asking a question to fill the silence.

“Do you ever wish you weren’t a Jedi?”

Your motions stopped, and for a moment, panic made the blood drain from his face, thinking he asked the one question he shouldn’t have. When you continued, he let out a small breath.

“Sometimes,” you admitted softly. “But it’s honestly been so long, I can’t see myself doing anything else. After all, we were raised here.”

He knew how you felt.

He echoed your answer in his head. Sometimes.

Maybe in a different universe, you’d be happy in the countryside on a distant planet, far from the problems of the Republic. You’d eventually settle down with a family, children perhaps, or maybe you’d live your life alone with nothing but nature for company.

Or maybe you’d still be in the middle of all the action. You’d fight and fight until there was nothing left to fight for. Peace would prevail.

Sensing his mind in a haze, you leaned over his shoulder, gently pressing yourself into him. Your chin settled over his broad shoulder and collarbone, with his beard just missing your cheek. “What’re you thinking about?”

He stiffened at your touch before relaxing. “Hypotheticals.”

You let out a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “As per usual.” He could feel you smiling as your lips brushed his skin. “Learn to quiet your mind, General. Those thoughts won’t do you any good.”

He turned, facing you. Instead of shying away, you kept your eye contact, brushing his long locks back.

“I can’t help it,” he joked lightly. “Perhaps I’m in need of some guidance from a well-seasoned Jedi.”

You smiled. “You’re looking right at one.”

As he watched your smile widen, he fell into your gaze again. He knew there was no such thing as luck, but he also knew he was the luckiest man alive to have you by his side.

[obislittleone]

House Of Memories (44/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: a lil angst, mostly fluff, again, mace windu

Summary: Still trapped alongside Mace Windu, you figure out a method of escape, but time is running out, along with the oxygen.

A/n: hey everyone, guess who's super excited bc she finally cut and dyed the fabric for the padme lake dress? MEEEE!!! anyway, enjoy this, it was a product of a case of mountain dew... yes you read that correctly, a case. (i'm adhd so it actually calms me and helps me focus lol)

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

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The oxygen levels were depleting, as in this room, with the doors tightly sealed, and a limited amount of airflow from the broken venting system, there wasn't enough breathable air for both you and Master Windu.

You'd suggested to him that perhaps you could try crawling back through the vent to the original entrance, hoping that maybe there would be some progress made, but he explained to you that, 'if there wasn't enough air in the vent to circulate in this small room, then there sure as hell wouldn't be any to last you both through the entire crawl space, and you'd both suffocate to death in a vent.'

You almost laughed at that comment, but your air supply was limited, so you figured you better not waste it so frivolously.

"Do you think they know where we are?" You asked, leaning your head against the wall to elongate your breathing, as if it would help with the lack of oxygen.

"If they knew, we'd be out of here by now, but if I know Master Kenobi, and I do, he's probably sent out every squadron he has to look for you," he narrowed his gaze at you, and it was only now that you felt he might know more about you and Obi-Wan then he will admit or let on to.

"As if I'm the only person of importance in this situation," you replied sarcastically to him, and though he was used to your snarky attitude by now, he found himself not minding it so much anymore. He'd seen a different side to you, the good, and honest, and reliable side of you.

"The only one of importance to him. You always have been," he breathed out, rolling his eyes and moving his head to the side to emphasize that. "Ever since you came to the temple, you've had him wrapped around your finger, you just didn't know it."

"Even if that's true, you're still of great importance to him. I believe that after Master Qui Gon was killed, he began to look up to you as a mentor," you'd seen him, even at your age, and watched the way he acted around Mace Windu. It was the same way he would act around his former Master, and it sometimes hurt you to remember that he'd lost his only father figure and was trying desperately to find a new one. You'd never had that problem, because you lacked a father your entire life, it wasn't like you knew what you were missing out on. You didn't know any better. If you had to pick someone, you might say that Master Yoda had shown you the most kindness and fatherly guidance in your time as a youngling than you had received otherwise.

"That's strange to hear, coming from you," he crossed his arms, intrigued, but also a bit shocked. Here you were, already forgiven him for all of the things the council has ever done against you because of his influence, and you were talking as if no bad blood was kept between you. You were easy to forgive, because keeping a grudge, and keeping the anger from a past dispute was against the Jedi way. You were a firm believer of the first lesson you ever learned as Jedi, which was to let go.

"It's the truth," you shrugged your shoulders. He seemed to be pleased with that bit of information and stored it away for another time. "I know that when they find us, he'll be equally as happy to see you as he is to see me."

"If, they find us..."

"When," you corrected him. Obi-Wan's lessons had helped you immensely in only the last twenty-four hours. His training was flowing through you consistently at all times, but even now, it was more pronounced in every action. Do not focus on the negative.

He gave you a look that told you that you were being impractical, but really, he was holding on to just as much hope as you were that they were going to come, because this was not his ideal or preferred way of death.

"I'm going to try and reach him again," you said, with optimism lacing your features. He waved his hand as if to say 'go ahead, knock yourself out.'

You let your eyes flutter closed and straightened your seated position. A Jedi's Posture was to be held when meditating in any form.

You branched out your signature to all living things around you, trying to locate his being on this maker-forsaken planet. You felt the grass that grew through the dirt, and the trees that covered the mountains. You could even sync yourself with the worms and other small creatures hidden within the soils of this richly earthed planet.

You could feel the force in every living being, and once you finally found the presence you were searching for, you stopped, exhaling a short breath, as all the breaths you took now were unable to be deeply inhaled. You let your signature wrap around him and hoped he would no longer be too preoccupied to grab ahold of it. He had either been speaking to someone the last time you attempted, or he was busy on using his force abilities, unable to focus enough to let you in.

Thankfully, he quickly synced it with his own, letting your minds become a way of communication.

'Obi,' you tested your connection, hoping he could hear your voice echoing in his head.

'My love, where are you?' he was fast to respond with his question, and you didn't hesitate to let him know exactly where he could find you.

'In a room by the ventilation shaft,' was not a good enough response apparently, because his next thought spilled into your mind, which was that they'd been looking for said ventilation shaft and could not seem to find it, as it was likely buried beneath the rubble. 'Can you feel me?'

'Yes,' he knew what your meaning was, but waited for your direction anyway.

'Follow that feeling, I'll lead you to us.'

Without breaking contact over the bond, he was able to summon some troopers, telling them to come in the direction he was headed. Anakin noticed their leave and decided that Obi-Wan had probably been able to connect with you and find out your location, so he advised his own troops to follow along with the others, and he would catch up soon.

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You'd been mediating for a while now, and Mace had wondered if you were still trying, or if you'd failed to reach out to him. Little did he know that your extended signature was like a beacon, lighting the pathway to your rescue.

He watched on with great curiosity, wondering how you were able to stay so optimistic in a situation such as this. It seemed impossible for anyone to be so hopeful while trapped in a room where soon neither of you would be able to breathe. He hated to admit it, but from his point of view, things were looking very grim. He'd even though once or twice already that this could be the day that he dies. He's lived a long while, and supposed it wouldn't be so horrible, but his ideal death would be something meaningful, a sacrifice of some kind. Perhaps he'd wish to take on a worthy opponent, and fall only because it was to save another life. He would have been fine to have known that all the other Jedi escaped off this planet because he held the droids off long enough, but then you came and attempted to save him. You'd succeeded halfway, but even still, you were trapped along with him, and he felt guilty for it.

"Padawan, if we don't make it out of here, I-"

"Shh," you said aloud, keeping your brain focused, your eyes remaining closed, and the force signature surrounding you staying strongly intact.

"Excuse me?" he said in a sassy tone, because honestly, he couldn't believe that you'd just shushed him, in this dire situation, you just shushed him, the ex-Grand Master of the council.

"I need to concentrate."

He figured that much, but given that every breath he took was shallow, he imagined you'd be giving up soon for lack of air to meditate on. Breathing was essential to the act, and he knew you couldn't be better off than he was, as you were taking in far more air than he did.

"I don't think there's any point in continuing your attempt, they haven-"

"I'm guiding him," you said shortly, never breaking your intense hold on the focus you'd built. Obi-Wan was the center, and everything else was in the peripheral.

Master Windu was surprised to hear it, but having now the words of confirmation, his hope was reignited. He couldn't help but think though, there isn't enough oxygen to last much longer, and should you pass out from lack of air, this guidance you were giving would subside, and you both would die here, more than six feet under.

"They're close," you informed him, your face never breaking or showing emotion. Everything was clear and even about your expression, complete serenity, basking in the presence of another. He couldn't help but wonder what it should feel like to have a friend and mentor that a connection like this was possible. You were meditating on him- however unconventional that sounded- and it was working.

Above his head, he could hear the faint sound of drills, and he looked to the cavern like ceiling to see the dirt begin to fall from it. He stood up, ready to be out of this place, and supposed you would be to, but when he glanced over at you, you had indeed passed out, from lack of air and major use of the force. He moved over to your side of the room and tried his best to cover you from falling debris, and once there was a hole, big enough to let in the light of the setting sun, he breathed in deeply, feeling the air begin to infiltrate the room once again.

A rope was dropped, and low and behold, Commander Cody slid down it, ready to help them out. "General, I've got them."

Mace bent down, however in a delicate state he still was, and scooped you from the ground, knowing it would be harder to wake you from a weakness induced slumber. He turned around to see a ladder being lowered into the newly formed pit, and figured he should probably let Cody help him carry you, as he was still feeble from lack of fresh air all this time.

Going up the ladder, he could see the light of day, and from the length of the ladder to the surface, he could see that all this time you'd both been about seven feet below the ground. Perhaps if he'd known that, he would have tried a more upward escape. He climbed out the top and was met with the worried face of Master Kenobi. He nodded to him, and turned back to see that Cody had you, safely nestled against him.

Obi-Wan let out a deep breath, but a moment later, he was beginning to let fear arise in him for a whole other reason. He took you from Cody immediately, kneeling down and holding you in his arms, inspecting every little part of you to see what the trouble was, and why you were unconscious.

"She needs an oxygen tank," Mace told him, loud enough for the medical team to hear him, and rush off in the direction of the supplies to obtain it for you.

Master Windu, as strange as it sounded, watched the scene unfold before him with great sympathy. Attachments were forbidden amongst the Jedi, and yet, there you both sat, and as he'd learned today, you were both more capable because of your attachment then you would have been without it. He could see the care your Master had for you, worn on his face as he looked upon you, concerned for your well-being. He didn't even know the full extent of things between you, but he could tell the bond you had was strong, and great power was in it.

"I have seen great things from your Padawan today. Strength, courage, wisdom, and overall, perseverance," he said, and Obi-Wan lifted his head to face him when he heard this. He was shocked, to say the least. He knew, of course, that having spent that long in an enclosed space, he might get to see a different side of you, the real side of you, but never did he imagine his old friend would change his opinion so quickly. He was always so set in his ways, determined to keep things traditional at all times, and you were by no means traditional, but you were a true Jedi, and now he could see that.

"These qualities have been in her a long time," he agreed, hoping that there was not an upcoming 'but' to follow in Mace's words.

"I understand that. It is my belief that she is now ready for the trials."

Obi-Wan's eyes went wide, and he couldn't help the smile that come across his face. He'd known you were ready for a long time now, but through your dedication and patience, it was now that the opposing forces would grant you the opportunity.

"As soon as there is a lull in the war, she will take them under your guidance," and with this, Mace Windu concluded his speech, standing, and leaving with a small bow. Obi-Wan ducked his head in a show of reverence before he was gone. He smiled from ear to ear, his pride showing through the massive grin he wore.

He leaned down and kissed your head, and when he pulled away, he noticed your eyes beginning to blink open slowly. You smiled right back at him as soon as your vision allowed for clear sight, and his heart started pounding in his chest.

"Boy, am I glad to see you," you whispered, your lungs not strong enough to support your words yet. He was still waiting on the medic team to bring you that oxygen tank, but given that the station was further away from here, he had to make sure you didn't tire yourself out too much.

"And I you... Rest your voice, little one. We'll talk later, alright?"

You nodded the best you could against his arm, and leaned into it, letting your eyes close once more.

-

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[klarex]

So most of my Obi-wan fanfics are based on the gifs, but in this there is no Plo Koon. I'm totally in love in this chapter😍 Also shy Kenobi is here!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none, just cutiness

Summary: You need to stay in your headquarters, but thankfully not alone.

Paring: Obi-wan x Senator! reader

Waffles

Not my gif his smile😭❤

Pov. Y/n

- With all due respect Senator, but you must stay here.

Master Jedi Obi-wan Kenobi said looking my way. I was just sitting on a couch in my headquarters on Coruscant and Master Kenobi was standing in front of me. I groaned and throw myself down on my couch. He was standing there not really knowing what to do. He turned to leave.

- At least you could stay and keep me company..

I mumbled as I looked at him stopping. He simply nodded. He sat down on an armchair next to a couch I was laying on. He fidgeted with his fingers nervously, while we were sitting in silence, tension filling the air.

Moments later I stood up and went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. I pecked my head to look at Obi-wan.

- You want something to drink?

- A tea would be nice, thanks..

He said and I quickly get to work. I took two mugs and put tea bags in them. When water was ready I filled mugs with it and slowly made my way to the living room. I could fell Obi-wan's eyes on me for all the time.

When he saw me walking his way he immediately got up and took his mug from my hand, brushing his against mine. He blushed slightly and made his way back to his chair. I sat back down and took a sip of my tea, but hissed.

- It's still hot..

I mumbled as Obi-wan chuckled. I rolled my eyes and put my mug on a table next to a couch. I settled myself on my stomach and rested chin on my hands. My legs were swinging in air while I was looking at a man in front of me.

- So Master Kenobi.. tell me about yourself.

I said curiously as he looked away. He blushed, but quickly tried to shake it off by looking away. When blush was nearly there, he looked back at me. He took a deep breath.

- Well... I'm really not that exciting..

- Aw.. come on.. there must be something interesting!

I said enthusiastically as I smiled widely at him. He smiled back.

- So.. as you know I'm in the Jedi Council and my fellow Padawan was Anakin Skywalker. My Master was Qui-Gon Jinn and-

- Yeah.. right. But I wanted to know something about you, like what's your favorite planet or what's your favorite dish.. you know..

I interrupted him, looking away, but he smiled more.

- I don't have answers to that, darling. I like most of the planets and about dishes I mostly like desserts.

He said as he laughed nervously. The nickname got me. My face became red, but he didn't seem to notice, because he still was talking. I nodded after he finished, not being able to say something. Then he noticed.

- Senator.. Are you okey? Your face is whole red.

After he said that I immediately looked away and tried to hide my face behind my hands.

- I'm fine, Obi-wan... And call me Y/n.

He nodded. Then an idea popped inside my head. I took my hands out of my face and I looked at Obi-wan again.

- Would you like to cook with me? Like a cake? Maybe for ourselves or other Masters?

He was shocked at my question, but smiled and nodded. I got up and grabbed his hands making him get up. I dragged him to the kitchen, laughing. He was blushing and smiling. His big fingers locking with mine small ones.

When I stopped in a kitchen I pulled my hands away from his. I searched for a recipe on my data pad that was laying there. I was leaning against a counter.

- Okey, we need flour, milk, eggs and a little bit more ingredients... Oh.. wait. How are we suppose to have an Aura Blossom?!

I mumbled and looked up at Obi-wan who chuckled.

- You know what? I'm done with this... Let's just make some waffles.

- As you wish Y/n.

We worked together perfectly. He mixed the dough while I put it in waffle maker. When he was finished with his work, I imperceptibly took a hand of flour.

- I finished my work. How's your doing?

He said and turned around to me. I immediately pulled out my hand and throw flour at his face. It didn't hit him that much, but enough for him to be dirty with it.

He was silently looking at me with no smile on his face. I started to worry.

I shouldn't be doing that! I'm such an idiot!

What if it's his favourite robes?!

Does Jedies even have those? Ugh!

Maker! Y/n get yourself together and apologise!

When I opened my mouth to say sorry, I felt a LOT of powder falling on my head. I gasped and looked at him with a frown.

He used the Force to lift a bag with flour above my head!

Obi-wan! You kriffing bastard!

I was covered in flour from head to toe and Obi-wan laughed hard. He was almost choking on air and I started laughing too.

It was until I didn't smell my waffles burning.

- MY WAFFLES!!

You shouted and ran to the waffle maker. Obi-wan just laughed more if that's even possible. I took my waffles out of a waffle maker, almost burning myself.

I sighed with relief and saw Obi-wan standing next to a sink, trying to wash the flour from his face. I laughed and came closer to him. He dried his face, leaving his hair's wet, tips fall on his forehead.

- Look at me.

I said and he did as I said with a slight pink on his cheeks. I gripped his chin with my hand. I brought the other hand closer to his cheek and took the rest of the flour off his face. I booped his nose and turned around to take care of my waffles.

- Y- You should change too, Y/n... You are covered in flour..

- Oh.. really?

I said sarcastically and giggled.

- Look after them as I go and change.

I said and walked to the refresher. I changed myself into more comfortable clothes, by that I mean shorts and a T-shirt. I washed my face and my hair quickly.

When I walked out I didn't see Obi-wan cooking, but sitting on a couch I was sitting earlier with a mug and a waffle in his hands. He looked at me with his big, blue eyes as I went his way.

- I- I decided to make some tea for us..

He said and I sat down, closely next to him.

- Thank you..

I said and grabbed a waffle from a plate. I took a bite and immediately melted away.

- Mmm... IT'S DELICIOUS!

I shouted and Obi-wan laughed.

- Happy to hear that..

When I finished my waffle I decided to do something that could change my life forever.

- You know Obi-wan.. you are cool.

- Oh.. Am I?

I put my head on his lap.

- Yeah..

I breathed and his eyes widened. I brought my hand to his cheek and brought his face closer.

- You don't know how long I have been dreaming about this..

He breathed and I closed the gap between us. Kissing him was even better then I thought it would be. His lips capturing mine in slow movements. His hands on my waist and mine on his cheeks.

When we were out of breaths, we pulled away. I cuddled up to him.

- Thank you that you stayed...

I mumbled into his chest.

- For you always..

He whispered softly into my ear.

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[sirikenobi12]

Ok this became a whole damn book but please consider bearing with me lol.

I love Anakin Skywalker. He is possibly my favorite character in any story ever, I even relate to him a lot as someone who as bpd. People can make fun and use terms like "stanakin" and "uwukin" mockingly if they want - I AM a stanakin and I'm never gonna be ashamed of wholeheartedly loving my favorite characters. I don't always vibe with the greater Jedi fandom because of their condescending attitude towards Anakin fans - come on people, get excited about your faves and let people get excited about theirs! But I do love the Jedi themselves, all of them. The order, the council, the whole culture.

As an Anakin fan I think it kind of does his story a disservice to view the Jedi as hating him. Are there times when people in his life could have responded better to him? Yeah! No one is perfect. They could have been warmer in TPM and Yoda's advice in ROTS could have been better, and Anakin could have communicated more as an adult. But they undeniably cared about him and he about them. TCW gives us so much wonderful canon content to go on, but even if you look at just the movies though you can see that his relationship with the Jedi is mostly one of respect. Anakin doesn't always agree with the council, but he still respects them and looks up to them. The council recognizes that Anakin is reckless and emotional, but they also recognize that he's a skilled Jedi and general and they give him real responsibility because they trust he can handle it.

The only time not trusting him is ever discussed is in regards to Palpatine, who is he is close friends with. They can trust him as a person and still know it's best to not trust him in regards to this specific mission because it's too personal.

They didn't make him a Jedi Knight and give him a major responsibility as a leader in a galactic war because they hated him and didn't trust him. And this is still just the movies!

In TCW we see him using their first names and they let him which indicates closeness not formality, we see Anakin and Yoda banter and tease each other, we see freaking Mace Windu and Anakin banter! In one of my favorite early arcs of the show, the Holocron Heist/Children of the Force arc, we see Anakin meditating with Yoda, Mace, and ObiWan to find the children. Not another master or member of the council, but Anakin. Same for when Mace, ObiWan, and Anakin use a Jedi mind trick in unison shortly after that. They trust him for all of these things. They give him a padawan because they believe he's ready for it and that he and Ahsoka can learn from each other. Training another Jedi is a huge responsibility and one of the biggest indicators of how capable they view him. They compliment how Ahsoka grows under Anakin's teachings all the time.

Anakin loved being a Jedi and he loved the other Jedi. They loved him too. The problem was that he had so much rage and pain and trauma - and yeah, I think the Jedi could have helped more but I also know that to get help you have to open yourself which he couldn't do - and that Palpatine took advantage of it at every opportunity. He manipulated Anakin's insecurity and fears about not belonging or being good enough. He flat out lied to Anakin about the council multiple times (for example telling him they were furious about his rescue mission of Plo Koon when we literally saw that they were not). Palpatine fostered a resentment and divide between them that otherwise would not have been there.

I don't know if Anakin would have remained a Jedi or left to be with Padme openly, but without Palpatine's influence everything would have been different. Without Anakin Palpatine still would have had his plan for destroying the Jedi, but without Palpatine manipulations pushing him off the edge I don't think Anakin would have fallen.

Anakin is still responsible for the choices he made, terrible choices that destroyed himself and everything he ever loved. The Jedi were part of what he loved.

That's why he's such a tragic and wonderful character. He was a hero and a victim and villain. Diminishing his relationship with the Jedi, as a Jedi himself, diminishes that story.

I agree with your point, absolutely (I do disagree on a couple of your examples, but not the point you were trying to make so I'll leave them alone).

I think fandom as a whole could be better to one another, I know for myself I never even ever remotely thought of separating Anakin from the Jedi, I always thought the tragedy of his story was that they were a team/family - it wasn't until I started getting attacked by rabid Anakin fans on ANY post that I labeled as "pro Jedi" (even if Anakin wasn't a part of the post).

I think both sides are becoming needlessly defensive against the other. I do feel like I'm a broken record, but even though I'm pro Jedi Council I still love Anakin Skywalker (it is possible to love both) - he's an amazing character. He's also an amazing Jedi and friend and that's what makes his fall so tragic!! If he killed the Jedi simply because the Jedi were "mean" to him and he never really loved them, well that just robs Anakin of his redemption arc. I 100% agree with you on that point. I feel like SW fandom has bought into this Jedi were bad narrative based on a couple of terrible YouTube videos who did it just for clicks and it's really sad. It's like somehow Palpatine has driven a wedge between fans of Anakin and fans of the Jedi, when we all should be on the same team. We all need to remember:

[fictionwordcounts]

Soulmates [Anakin x Reader]

Word Count: 3000+

Summary: You had always been in love with Anakin, but jedi are forbidden to love. When you see Anakin with Padme, it breaks your heart, but the heartache doesn't end there.

Requested on Wattpad at StarkWars084

Warnings: A whole lot of death

You sprinted down the halls of the senate unable to contain your excitement. Anakin would be flying in soon, and you wanted to be there to see him. It felt like you hadn't seen your friend in ages, but that was mostly your feelings talking. You had no trouble admitting to yourself that you were fond of him, but as he was a Jedi you had no chance. Every day you wished he would begin to see you differently, but he never did.

You pushed the thought aside, just happy to see him soon. You slowed your pace slightly when you got to the landing pad, and watched as the ship pulled in. There was a group of politicians waiting to speak with Chancellor Palpatine who Anakin and Obi-Wan had been sent to rescue. It wouldn't be very polite to charge through them; so you looked around them as the door opened. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears and told yourself to calm down. Your heart hardly listened to you, but it slowed as you waited behind the politicians.

The crowd swarmed Chancellor Palpatine when they saw him, and immediately whisked him away. After they had cleared, you saw Anakin jogging toward you. You wrapped your arms around him as he pulled you into a hug.

"Hello, Y/N," he greeted you. "I'm glad to see you, old friend." You hugged him closer as you realized how much you missed him. You wanted to be with him more often, but he was always off being a hero. Sometimes you wished he would just forget being a Jedi, but you knew it was what he wanted.

"It's been a while," you said more plainly than you had intended. Your mind had been wandering and you weren't thinking about what you were saying. You scolded yourself internally for your cold response. You stood there for a little bit thinking of what to say to make up for your rudeness. After an awkward pause your cheeks started to flush, so you turned and walked back inside. You heard Anakin follow quickly behind you.

"Is everything alright?" he asked. You wanted to tell him what you were thinking, but it wasn't fair to him. He chose to be a Jedi; no one made him. After a deep breath, you decided that you would push the thoughts of you and Anakin together aside so you could talk with him like you used to. You quickly regained your composure and smiled at Anakin.

"Yes, everything's fine," you assured him.

He smiled and walked beside you. "You know, I thought about you when I was saving the chancellor," he said. Great, that wasn't helping anything.

You laughed. "You must have thought about how much I don't like politics," you joked.  Anakin chuckled.

"Not quiet," he responded. "I was thinking that you would make a good Jedi." Your stomach sank. The thought of being a Jedi had never appealed to you. The Council had offered for you to train as one when you were young, but even then you didn't like the idea. You had hoped that you would find someone to love, and, apparently, you didn't care if they loved you back. Anakin saw the look on your face and tried to change your mind.

"Just think about it," he pushed. "You're already force sensitive and we could fight together---"

"It's too late for me to learn that," you pointed out.

He stopped as he considered what you said. "I could teach you," he said. "I'm going to be a Jedi master soon, and, even though you couldn't be my padawan, I could teach you some things."

You shook your head and smiled. "Anakin, I'm happy with my job," you said. You currently worked for Senator Amidala, mostly tidying up. It wasn't as glamorous as being a Jedi Knight and saving the Chancellor, but you appreciated it.

He shrugged. "It was just a thought." He nudged your arm and rolled his eyes. "And don't worry, my master has no problem telling me when a thought is, as he puts it, 'outlandish'." You laughed and kept walking, but when you looked behind you Anakin hadn't moved.

"Are you coming?" you asked. He was looking off at something in the distance, and you could tell he wasn't going to follow you.

"I'll catch up," he announced. Once again, you and Anakin wouldn't have much time to talk. It frustrated you that you couldn't even walk a hallway and have a nice conversation without an interruption.

You frowned. "OK, but I do have work."

"Well, I'll talk to you later," he decided absentmindedly. You wanted to point out that by the time your work would be done, the sun would have set, and you'd have to sleep. But, you knew that that was just how things worked between with him. You never really had time to have a real conversation anymore, it was mostly just pleasantries. Occasionally you might be able to ask for a word of advice, or a particular event that had happened, but that's all it ever was.

Anakin nodded, and you turned around and went to work.

You knocked on the door to Padme's room. You waited for an answer, but didn't get one. She had said she would be there, but when you walked in the room was empty. For a second you weren't sure what to do, but it felt wrong to just stand there. You didn't feel much like working though. You tried to stop thinking of Anakin, but the way he walked off unsettled you. Obviously he was busy, but there was something else. You could feel it.  You started cleaning, but halfway through the chore, the door opened. Padme walked in, but froze when she saw you.

"Y/N," she gasped. "I thought I left you a note saying to take the rest of the day off."

You looked around expecting to see it somewhere. "I'm sorry I haven't seen it," you said. You were distracted by the nervousness you sensed from her. Sensing emotions was one of your better skills and you knew you weren't wrong. Surely she wasn't upset that you had cleaned her room.

"Oh, well, you can go," she said as she made a strange gesture with her hands. You didn't think it was intended for you. She was less offering and more telling you to go home, but you suddenly didn't want to. It wasn't any of your business, but you couldn't help being curious. Nevertheless, you walked out the door and offered your help one more time. She declined, and the next thing you knew, you were out in the hallway with a door in your face. Why were your friends acting so strange? She was a senator, of course she must have secrets, but you couldn't shake the feeling that the secret was specifically against you. Was it possible you were going to be fired? That didn't seem right, but you couldn't be sure.

"Y/N." You jumped when you heard Anakin's voice behind you. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."

"It's alright," you laughed nervously. "I actually wanted to talk to you."

"What is it?" he questioned. For the first time you felt Anakin being impatient with you. It wasn't in his tone, but it was in the air. Maybe you were wrong with what you felt this time. Maybe you sensed something else.

"Do you think Senator Amidala is alright?" you asked. This wasn't what you wanted to talk about, but you liked talking to Anakin about what was on your mind.

Anakin seemed to look right through you. "She seemed alright to me," he said. "I was actually assigned for her security. I'm on my way to see her now."

It was clear he didn't want to talk. You stood in silence for a while until he excused himself, and you started sulking away from the door. You weren't really thinking, but you were upset. Surely you hadn't done anything to make Anakin mad at you. Maybe he was just on edge about the whole mission, and needed some time alone.

You decided you would sleep on it. But soon you were in your bed tossing and turning all night not sleeping on anything.

It was still dark when you woke, but you found it impossible to fall back asleep. So, you got up. You still felt badly that you had judged him when he had done nothing wrong. An apology was definitely

You got dressed and went to see if Senator Amidala was awake so you could start work early. Before you were about to knock, you froze. Eavesdropping, of course, isn't something you'd ever try to do, but you couldn't help yourself when you heard voices behind the door. The voices were nearly inaudible, and you were practically lying on the door to make out the words. You heard Senator Amidala talking soothingly.

"It was just a dream," she was saying.

"I won't let this one come true." You froze. You knew immediately who was in the room with her though you didn't want to believe it. You knew he said he was protecting Padme, but surely that wouldn't mean staying in the same room?

"Anakin?" you barely whispered his name. After yesterday, you didn't want to jump to conclusions, but your heart was pounding. You knocked at the door more harshly than you intended. "Senator Amidala?" you called. You heard footsteps heading toward you.

The door creaked open a little bit and Padme Amidala's face appeared squinting in the hall light. "Y/N? It's so early, what are you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep," you responded simply. "May I start my work early?" You bit your tongue as you waited for her response.

"I'm actually still a bit tired, but come back in an hour and you can start, okay?" She started to close the door, but you quickly spoke up.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

The senator opened the door again, and looked at you quizzically. "Yes, I'm fine," she replied hesitantly. You knew she was fine before she had said anything. You expected that answer.

"Then why did you call for Anakin?" It wasn't your place to talk to her like this, and you even considered dropping it and convincing yourself you hadn't heard Anakin. But that would never work because you knew it was him.

Padme stepped outside the door and closed it behind her. You thought you sensed panic coming from her, but your emotions were clouding your senses. "Y/N, I haven't called for Anakin." She put her hand on your shoulder and started guiding you away from the door. "It's early, maybe we should get you back to bed."

You quickly brushed her hand off your shoulder. "I don't need to go to bed!" you snapped. "I need you to stop lying to me!" Padme straightened her posture.

"I told you, I didn't call for Anakin. If you'll excuse me, I'm going back to bed." She turned around and went back into her room.

You felt like you had been punched in the gut and your head was spinning. You knew you were right. You stood there a while, caught up in such a mix of emotions you couldn't move. Jedi weren't supposed to have attachments, but being a Jedi didn't make you inhuman. Your eyes filled with tears and you hurried back to your room.

It hurt more than you thought it would. You would never have thought that Anakin would break the Jedi code. But he had broken it, and not for you. Not for someone he had known since the beginning of his apprenticeship. Not for someone whom he had shared burdens with. Not his closest friend. He chose a senator who happened to be your boss.

You were beyond frustrated. You were furious. You were angry at the Jedi and their codes. You were angry at yourself for not seeing this would happen. And most of all you were angry with Anakin. Maybe you shouldn't have been mad at him, but you didn't care. It was so incredibly stupid for him to be so blind about your feelings for him. No you weren't expecting him to like you just because you liked him, but you thought he would at least have the decency to tell you that he was already breaking the rules for someone else.

Would Padme still be expecting you to see her in an hour? If there was a chance you still had your job, would you even want to go back? Out of the list of people you were angry with, she wasn't one of them. It wasn't her fault; it was Anakin's. And any friendship you and Padme may have had was gone thanks to him.

You curled up in a ball on your bed and cried silently. You had to decide within the hour.

***

You tried for two days, but you couldn't continue working for Senator Amidala. It was only a few months ago you had quit, but, in your opinion, it was for the better. You found yourself a new job caring for younglings, and between the training and the childish mischief you never really had time to think about that morning. It was perfect. You loved your work and you hated looking back.

You were on your way to a group of younglings now. Their teacher had been called to an emergency meeting during his training session, and you were to watch them until he returned. It was a simple enough task in words, but you knew what young children could get up to, and you picked up your pace so they wouldn't be unsupervised for much longer.

When you got there, the younglings were all sitting quietly in their seats. It was strange to see. You were used to seeing younglings chasing each other around and causing a ruckus in the short time their masters were out. It took you a while, but you realized that with the war between the Jedi and the Separatists would be taking a toll on their teacher. Training was most likely not the most fun activity with your teacher so stressed.

You did your best to keep them busy, but something just wasn't right. They were all quiet, and you found even yourself being of low energy. There was something dark and heavy in the air, but you couldn't put your finger on what it was.

An hour passed before you started listening to your gut. The force was disturbed, which made you anxious. You tried to pass it off as paranoia, but you knew that wasn't the case. After making a quick, and admittedly terrible, plan, you jumped into action.

"Everyone listen closely," you addressed the younglings. "I'm going to find Master Jencil. I want you all to get behind the chairs and be as quiet as you can."

You stood at the door waiting until everyone was in their place. Once you were satisfied you left the room and quickly made your way to the council room. Empty. Your nerves were about as close to the edge as they could be. If they weren't in the the council room, they must be in the conference room.

You made your way there as quickly as you could. As you turned the corner to the conference room, you noticed the door was closed. You slowed your pace, scared of what you would find on the other side. You made your way over to the control panel and opened the door.

Nothing would have prepared you for what you saw. The whole conference committee was sprawled across the floor without a single sign of life. You could feel the coldness in the air, and a horrible shiver went down your spine. You closed your eyes as you tried to wipe the image from your mind.

You wanted to rush to them and see if there was any chance they would be alive, but you stood there with only one thought in your mind. The children. You had left the children alone and scared. Your head was spinning at the thought of what could happen to them. As soon as you could walk again, you bolted for the training room your younglings were hiding in.

When the doors slid open, exactly what you had feared was waiting on the other side. All the younglings, every last one, were on the floor unmoving. You froze as the breath escaped your lungs and the room spun. You had let this happen. You left them alone when you were supposed to be watching them. You were supposed to care for them.  Your eyes filled with tears as you fell to the ground, unable to take your eyes away from the still children. You felt this was all your fault. The sense of death was putrid, and you couldn't stand to be there. But you couldn't move. You had no choice but to sit there, terrified of what you were seeing.

It was only when your head had barely cleared when you saw him. A man in dark robes that fell to the floor was walking toward you. You couldn't see who he was at first, but when your eyes focused, your heart sank. Walking toward you, lightsaber in hand, was Anakin Skywalker.

You wanted to scream, but you had lost your voice. You wanted to run, but you were petrified. You wanted above all else for your eyes to be deceiving you, but there was no mistake. Anakin had murdered these children.

"Y/N," he said your name so softly you could scarcely hear him.

"You did this..." You could barely choke out the words. Anakin lowered his head, and you saw his cheeks were stained with tears.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. You didn't even have time to process what was happening before Anakins lightsaber was pierced through your abdomen. With a sharp gasp you crumpled to the floor. Anakin held you in his arms. You heard his sobs, but they were getting quieter as you slowly lost consciousness.

"Forgive me," he choked. "It was the only way to save her. I'm sorry." He held you close to him, and kissed the top of your head. "I'm so sorry."

***

After that night, you had spent years as a ghost dwelling with the Jedi who had died. At first you wished you would have just died and let that be the end. You didn't want to remember what had happened. You felt like one worthless ghost among other ghosts who all seemed to have a purpose. They always had someone to follow and guide, but you had no one. Your family had died when you were young, and everyone you considered a friend was just as dead as you were. The only "friend" you had who was alive was Anakin and he had stabbed you in the back.

Even though that was true you still wanted to see him. You wanted to see what had happened to him, and why he had done those terrible things. You were about to give up hope and wander around the afterlife aimlessly. But then you heard of Anakin's children; a boy and a girl.

Luke and Leia, you decided, were the ones you would help. You would guide them and try to keep them from their father's ways. Losing them to the dark side was not an option. The full twenty-three years you had been with the twins had led to this moment. Against all odds, Luke had brought the good out of Anakin, before he had died. And now Anakin was going to join the ranks of the fallen Jedi. Suddenly you felt the presence of something behind you. You turned around to see Anakin standing there. You stared at him for a while, not sure what to say. What was there to say? Good to see you.  Probably not. You felt your eyes fill with tears, and you looked at the sky to keep the tears back. You should say something before you fall apart. Apparently Anakin had the same idea and you both started talking at once.

"I--"

"Y/N--"

You turned your gaze to the ground and gestured for him to speak. Anakin stepped closer to you, and you impulsively stepped back.

"Y/N, please let me explain." he said. You wanted to hear what he had to say, but you couldn't hold back the scoff that left your lips.

"Explain what, Anakin?" you snapped. "Explain how you killed a room of innocent people? Explain h-how you murdered younglings?" Tears were streaming down your face as you stepped closer to Anakin. "Explain how though all we've been through together: Through wars, through pain, through distance, you could muster up enough strength to kill your friend just because she figured out your secret."

"No, you've got it all wrong---" he said.

"Have I?" you asked, appalled. "Do you mean to tell me that the trail of death leading to you standing over those dead younglings, and then killing me was all a big misunderstanding?" You threw your hands up in frustration. "I was going to keep your secret. Yes, what you did hurt me, Anakin, but I wasn't going to tell anyone because I loved you." You paused for a moment as you listened to the words in the air for the first time. They sounded strange now, like they didn't belong there. And it felt like that because of what he had done. "I would've kept your secret." you repeated. "You didn't have to kill me!"

"I didn't want to!" he choked out. He looked at you, and you could tell his eyes were pleading for you to understand. "He told me it was the only way to save Padme."

You had lost your voice and you could barely get your next question out. "Who told you that?"

Anakin took a deep breath, knowing that no answer would be a good one. "The Chancellor," he said, ashamedly. Before you could say anything he began explaining again. "She was going to die, Y/N. I saw it. Padme wasn't going to make it through childbirth. I had to do something!" he said desperately. "He told me that you and I were meant to be together, and the only way to save Padme was to get rid of you."

"And you listened to him..." you whispered.

"It was the only way." he breathed.

After a long moment of silence, you furrowed your brow and brushed past Anakin.

"Y/N, please. I-I'm sorry I never meant for all this to happen."

You froze, but you didn't look back. "I can't imagine you did." You turned around and looked him in the eyes. "But now that blood is on your hands, and there is no way for me to help you." You walked away before he could say anything else. If you were going to live in the same world you'd have to talk to him again, but things would never be the same.

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rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

tagged by @katierosefun and @soplantyourownflowers — ahhhhh thank you sm for tagging me in this!! I'm literally soo excited and I would love to scream about any of these.

Most of the WIPs are still untitled because I either know the title right at the start or not til the very end. Also these are the ones I'm mostly working on rn because this post would get hella long if I listed all my 27-ish ideas..

Jedi shadow!Ahsoka — (Multichapter fic) canon-divergence of S5 in which Ahsokas trial goes slightly different, she's knighted and the council assigns her to a top secret mission with Quinlan Vos. Rako Hardeen inspired because there might be a death/alive mix-up.

Sith!Ahsoka — (Multichapter fic) s5 canon-divergence where Ahsoka got kidnapped, handed over to the sith, tortured and manipulated after leaving the Order and it results in her fall to the darkside. Just a fic about Ahsoka being deliciously evil and not giving a flying fxk about what anyone tells her to do. But don't misunderstand, this is going to be really dark. (purely self-indulgent because I wanted to read and write smth sinister)

the ghost of you keeps me awake: Rebels/s3— (Multichapter fic) aka Darth Vader makes a different choice and gets a spiritual therapist.

"I won't leave you not this time", she said and she doesn't.

When the sith temple collapses with both Ahsoka Tano and Darth Vader still inside, she extends her hand to her former master one last time. He takes it and the Daughter makes her final move.

Order 66 AU — (Multichapter fic/multiple pov's) What if the chips malfunction a fraction of a second too late?

(the order is issued, the Clones shoot once, the chip fails, there are still wounded/dead Jedi+Clones. codywan and blyla, aftermath, healing)

Kinda fix-it but not really because there's still a war going on and no soldier ever really leaves a battlefield. Clone&Jedi relationships and lots of permanent injuries.

Children of Dathomir — (Multichapter) after falling through the wrong portal on Malachor Ahsoka ends up time traveling to Dathomir/ 50 BBY and promptly ends up with a child in her care. Or two? Or three? Or more... (aka Ahsoka adopts sith acolytes, crack idea but make it fix-it)

Mortis Timeloop — (Oneshot) Anakin Skywalker is stuck in a timeloop he doesn't know how to break.

How does he know it's a timeloop? Well, he watched his padawan die, again and again and again and he saved her just as many times. Perhaps Anakin does know how to escape the timeloop but he's unwilling to make the ultimate sacrifice. (temporary death fic)

Holding on and letting go — A sandstorm rages over Tatooine and Ben Kenobi is stuck in his homestead with no food or water except for some random cactus fruit he should probably keep his hands off of. (aka Obi-Wan drinks something he shouldn't and hallucinates about his biggest regrets.)

Lost Child — (Oneshot) s5 canon-divergence/ Anakin arrives too late to Ahsokas sentencing and without evidence of a confession from Barriss Offee. Ahsokas execution is set for dawn, the chancellor left the planet after the trial, the Jedi are unwilling to help and Anakin doesn't know what to do. (death fic)

No pressure tags: @lazarusii @pandora15 @nny11writes @kckenobi @giggles-and-freckles @ayo-cowbelly @revenge-of-the-shit @autumnchild22

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Wow, I'm so excited about self-harming Obi-Wan. Can you please continue this one? What if he would try to do this to himself again? Or no?

@blastwaveinsideofme

Also, WARNING! Self-harm is for a lot of people a serious and sensitive topic. So, I advice you not to read, if you have any kind of problems concerning this topic.

Obi-Wan was glad to be back at the temple again, back home in his own quarters. Anakin had his own rooms, he was sharing them with his Padawan, but Obi-Wan still resided in his former Master’s old quarters, a privilege of being a Council member. Despite the years that had passed since Qui-Gon died, there was still something of him that had remained behind in these familiar rooms.

There were of course his plants that Obi-Wan had kept and taken care of, there were some old photos and even some belongings that had once been owned by the tall and long haired man. Yet, Obi-Wan had also made sure to change the rooms, making them his. He was his own man after all, not a copy of his former Master.

A tired and nostalgic smile appeared on his bearded features. He carelessly hung his robe over a chair, got rid of his boots - leaving them near the entrance - and then brought his travel back into the larger bedroom. He put it on the ground, while he sat on the large bed. It was still the on Qui-Gon had used, therefore it was a little larger than the usual human standard. Obi-Wan didn’t mind, not when it reminded him of many nights he had spent here with his Master resting next to him, or curled around him. 

When he had became the man’s Padawan, they had not gotten along, not with Xanatos’ shadow lurking over them and Qui-Gon HAD hurt him a lot of times, there was just no denying it. But they had warmed up to each other, began carrying for each other, so Obi-Wan had not seen how MUCH the older man had actually cared about him, not after he had almost killed himself. After this incident, he had often crawled into his Master’s bed, sometimes just needing his calming presence close by and sometimes actually craving physical contact. Qui-Gon had never pushed him out, not even when Obi-Wan had been sick with the flu. As a result, Qui-Gon had also caught it, but he had not been mad at his Padawan, not at all. 

Obi-Wan let out a sigh and let himself fall back onto the bed. He gazed up at the ceiling for a few moments, lying half on his bed, with his feet still standing firmly on the soft carpet and his arms outstretched. He didn’t want to move, but he knew that his bones would protest later, if he did not. With another sigh, he rolled and moved until he was lying on his side, arms outstretched and his face halfway hidden in a pillow. His blue-green eyes came to rest on his bared wrist, were the remains of his past were forever present.

The ginger haired Jedi closed his hands into tight fists and then shut his eyes just as tightly, slipping into an old memory…

Obi-Wan was not sure what to think. He should maybe be happy to be allowed to finally leave the healer’s wing, but he wasn’t. He did not want to return to the place that was supposed to be his home, but was the setting, where he had almost died, by his own hand. 

Neither did he want to be supervised like a toddler. He had made a mistake, he knew that and he was not stupid enough to try again any time soon, or was he. He unconsciously bit his lip. He should definitely stop thinking like this. Had it gone after the healers’ will, he would not be returning to his quarters anyway. He would be put into a cell like room, with soft walls and nothing with which he could hurt (or entertain) himself. Obi-Wan had once seen such a cell up close, during a failed negotiation mission with his Master. Speaking of which, the man had not yet said a single word to him, not since he had spoken to the healers. The Padawan guessed that he was running their words through his head, though he could not be sure, not with the bond closed. A precaution from the healers.

Suddenly Qui-Gon stopped walking and only his instincts saved Obi-Wan from running into the man, who was already tipping the Code into the lock next to the door. The door slit open and they entered, discarding their boots at the entrance. Then, the older Jedi more or less stirred them towards the living room and nudged Obi-Wan to sit onto the worn out looking brown leather couch.

The Padawan did not look up, his gaze rested solemnly on his folded hands, without really seeing them. A sigh escaped the older man and he tiredly rubbed his nose.

“Obi-Wan… do you have any more… blades, in your possession?” his mood was not readable through his voice.

The ginger haired teenager tilted his head and then, he shrugged.

“I need you to be honest with me, Padawan,” there was a certain edge to his voice.

“I don’t know,” he knew his voice sounded monotone, but he did not care. All he wanted, was to be left alone. He did not want anyone else to prod him for answers he did not want to give, he did not want Bant to stick her gills into this, he did not want Garen or Reeft to try to cheer him up and he certainly did not want to talk to Siri either. He also did not want any healer to ask stupid question. “Are you alright? How are you feeling?” He was totally fine and feeling awesome of course, why else would he have cut himself open. Stupid healers and their mindless questions and not to forget the few Masters who had come to visit. Obi-Wan had ignored all of their questions.

The only one, who had not yet tried to ask after the why, was Qui-Gon Jinn. A part of Obi-Wan, the biggest part of him actually, believed that the man simply did not care enough to ask. Another, smaller and hopeful part - even though it had grown smaller and smaller since the beginning of his apprenticeship under the infamous Master Jinn - wished that the man would understand his need for privacy.

“Alright,” he sounded exhausted. “You will stay in my bedroom until I am sure that there is nothing in your room… I have to look through your personal things though.” He waited for any kind of reaction, an acknowledgement or perhaps the wish to do it together, but nothing came.

“You DO realize that… what you have done… is wrong?”

“Why?”

“Excuse me?” he sounded genuinely taken aback by the one-word question. Had Obi-Wan looked up, he would have seen that the man’s gaze was puzzled.

“Why is it wrong?” he challenged. “Who says it wasn’t the will of the Force?”

“Was it the will of the Force?” Qui-Gon asked worried.

Obi-Wan shrugged.

Under normal circumstances, Qui-Gon would have gotten frustrated with his Padawan’s behavior, but right now, he was only worried. There was something greatly wrong with the boy and he needed to find out what it was, in order to make it better, in order to make Obi-Wan feel better. The Jedi Master had still not gotten over the shock of finding his Padawan bleeding on the floor of his own bedroom, with his wrists slid open and his eyes already glassing over. He would never forget the desolate look in the boy’s eyes, nor the endless hours of waiting and hoping that the healers would win the fight for his Padawan’s life. It had been a close call, Qui-Gon was very much aware of that. He had almost felt his Padawan, he would not do so again.

“Well…” the bearded male cleared his throat, “you are going to see the mind healers from now on, also, regular check ups within the medical bay are required also.”

For the first time since the incident, there was a real reaction from the boy. His displeasure was palpable in the air that surrounded him and Qui-Gon would have to be blind to not see it.

Silently and in the privacy of his own mind, Obi-Wan cursed all the healers in the Jedi temple. If they truly thought he would open up to one of them, they would get a big surprise. There was no way he would speak a single word with them, no way.

“Ok… is there perhaps anything else that you need, that you want?” Qui-Gon asked hopefully. Perhaps he could reawaken his boy’s spirits with this.

“Yes,” Qui-Gon waited impatiently. Blue-green eyes finally looked up. “Leave me alone.”

The Jedi Master blinked. He should have expected that. “Very well, you may go to my bedroom, stay there until I say otherwise, or I will lock the door, understood.”

Obi-Wan nodded, then he stood up and walked to the privacy he so craved. He ignored the pair of icy blue eyes that followed his every move.

Obi-Wan came back to reality and pushed himself onto his back, his arms still outstretched. He was staring at the ceiling again and he realized that this was the exact same position he had taken, all those years ago, when he had first entered his Master’s bedchamber. He had stared at the ceiling than too, but his mind had been empty then.

Obi-Wan hummed in thought. Even in this early stage, he had have a lot of luck, even though his Padawan self had not thought so, of course not. His Padawan self had actually hated Qui-Gon during the first few weeks, until the man had been called to a mission and had left him behind. 

Needless to say, the healers had taken the opportunity and Obi-Wan had found himself drugged and sometimes even bound. The latter being the case, when they were short on personal. When they had enough people, he had been watched 24/7, even while taking a shower or going to the fresher, it had been highly unpleasant to say the least. Thankfully it had only been two weeks till Qui-Gon returned and literally saved him. He had never seen the man so angry before, even in his drugged stayed, he could still remember the long haired man’s anger at finding his Padawan kept like an animal and in a drugged state.

What followed, had probably been the worst days in Obi-Wan’s whole life. Fourteen days had seemingly been enough to actually get addicted to the medication he had gotten. Obi-Wan was no fool, he knew that the healers had wanted to make him feel absolutely nothing, no emotional at all, mostly because they had hoped to make him more compliant with the mind healers. For them, he had just been an interesting project. Too bad for them that his drugged self had been worse than his - at that point - depressed normal self.

A silent tear slipped from Obi-Wan’s eye into his beard. The things he had done and said to Qui-Gon during his cold withdrawal. He knew he had hurt the man. Hell, he had even said, “I hate you!” directly into his Master’s face, while the man had pinned him down onto the bed, wrestling the sharp knife out of his hands. Obi-Wan could not remember, from where he had obtained the knife, someone must have given it to him, because his old Master had made sure that such things were far out of his reach. Obi-Wan had no idea, who it could have been. But he knew for a fact that Qui-Gon had found out.

The days after, he had refused to eat or drink, to a point, were it had gotten life-threatening. Even the older Jedi’s threats to take him back to the healers or to Force feed him, had not made him eat.

It was only when, one quiet evening, Qui-Gon had slipped under the covers and literally wrapped himself around him and told him, how much he cared and how much he worried, that Obi-Wan had finally given in. He had also stopped hating his Master then. It had been the beginning of his healing phase, though he had never told the assigned mind healers a single word, Qui-Gon had been enough.

In the here and now, Obi-Wan was almost asleep, only on the edge of dreams and awareness. Something held him back and he had no idea what it was. Suddenly, a warm feeling passed through him. It was awfully familiar, though Obi-Wan could not place it and it was, as if someone had kissed his cheek. An invisible burden had been taken off from him and it was enough to push him deep into the lands of dreams and wishes.

Had he opened his eye however, the ginger haired Council member would have seen the smiling blue form of a long haired Jedi, who had died a long, long time ago…