#Universe travel

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Atmakaraka and Music 🎵🎶

This is sort of a fun post which I really really wanted to post and want to know how do you listen to your music and what's your Atmakaraka!

Let's start with Jupiter

Jupiter Atmakaraka

People who've Jupiter as Atmakaraka may listen to wide range of music be it japanese, Korean, classical,etc.. Jupiter is a planet of expansion according to Vedic astro and these people sometimes tend to listen to a music in a loop but not for a very long time.

Moon Atmakaraka

Moon is a fastest moving planet and also is connected to your emotions therefore these people tend to listen to music in shuffle and just want to change the music quickly. They also play sad song to feel the emotions strongly and cry while listening to the song.

Venus Atmakaraka

People having Venus as Atmakaraka repeats the song on loop of they like the song alot. They can play song for hours and not be irritated from it. They may like jazz songs, 🎷 songs all those luxurious songs which just shows the Venus in a person. Could also be in classical too.

What's your Atmakaraka and how do you listen to your music? Please comment I'm super curious!

Radhey Radhey 🪷🕊️

[realm-of-tas]

“And it is an astonishing power: that of creating whole universes, universes of the mind.”

—Philip K. Dick

[edgeofn1ght]

all you conceal, let out: ch. 1

After the death of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, in his grief, takes off on a mission half-cocked to find a lost holocron on Jedha. The next thing he knows, he's waking up injured on a planet he's never seen before, surrounded by calm and an unsettling quiet. Then, after passing out again, he wakes up in a strange home, patched, clean, and safe. And his savior is someone he loved who he didn't think he'd ever see again. Will he be able to get back to his own universe, and does he even want to?

i finally managed to fill another square on my @obikin-events bingo card well after the event was over 🫡 (i tried my best to finish it before it ended, but oh well)

alternate universe travel • obikin • 5.1k words • read on ao3 instead

Anakin knew his mission wouldn't be easy. He was warned against going, specifically going alone, but he insisted on taking it anyway. He needed to be away from the Temple, from everything that reminded him – 

“You still need time to mourn!” His own padawan had cried out in the hangar as he strode away from her, his responsibilities, and any bit of sanity he was still holding onto. 

Death is a natural part of life, he thought bitterly as he jogged up the Twilight's ramp, followed quickly by Artoo. I guess you forgot that lesson. 

If he had bothered to turn back, he would have seen Ahsoka's deeply troubled countenance, but he wasn't concerned about that. He had a mission to carry out – one that had been important to Obi-Wan. And he would see it through.

But as Anakin slowly lifted his head out of the dirt, he was no longer so sure he could see it through. He didn't even know where he was anymore. His head throbbed as he became aware of the blood rushing through his ears, drowning out all other noise. Not that there was much to hear anyway – no blaster fire, no clankers yelling in their tinny, robotic voices, no shouting clone troopers, no explosions… nothing.

As he became more aware of his being, his whole body ached, hurting so much he wouldn't have been surprised if every single bone in his body was broken. If Obi-Wan were here and could read his thoughts, he would have undoubtedly told him he was being dramatic.

‘Get up, my young padawan, you’re not so old yet.’ He heard his master’s voice so clearly, just as if he was standing right next to him, looking down at his old padawan with a wry grin and his hands on his hips. He frowned – wishing Obi-Wan was here wouldn’t make him appear, no matter how much Anakin wanted it. He turned his head left then right, searching for his ship, for Artoo… for anyone or anything, but he was completely alone. 

Anakin gingerly pushed himself up and made it halfway before his arms gave out and he dropped back into the muck with a disgusting squelch . And that, too, was different. Last he could recall, he had been on Jedha, surrounded by orange dust and sand as far as the eye could see, even inside the old temple ruins. But as he looked around now, there was nothing but vibrant multicolored trees, green grass, and a brilliant blue sky. 

So where the hell was here? 

Anakin really had no chance to think about his location or predicament because, unsurprisingly, he had passed out again. He didn’t know how long he was out, but when he awoke, he was still on the mystery planet and dusk was settling on the land. It was just as quiet as before, but now the silence was punctuated by the sound of night coming to life. 

He always found the night strangely unsettling when wasn't at home. Coruscant’s night never deviated from its day – the ecumenopolis was a constant hum of traffic and pulse of billions of lifeforms. And Tatooine’s night had been… well, when it wasn’t eerily silent, it was a howling sandstorm or some other form of danger such as raiders, Hutt cartels, or baying creatures that could eat you whole. 

He’d forgotten the true sound of silence, the feeling of it. The way it crept into your bones, enveloped your senses, and made you feel uneasy and cold. Not long after the war began, they all became quickly accustomed to being constantly surrounded by dozens, sometimes hundreds of other beings all the time, whether on board a star destroyer or in battle. Then add to that, life on Coruscant, in the Temple, and pair it with his own constant loud thoughts, feelings, and anxieties, and he really couldn't remember the last time he'd experienced a true quiet like this. Had he ever?

Anakin summoned enough energy to roll over with a grunt. His face was covered in muck and dirt, he could feel it in the pull of his skin when he winced. His cloak was wet, but he still used the voluminous sleeves to wipe it away. All his clothes were wet as it turned out – not exactly soaked , but damp enough to be uncomfortable and annoying. He became more aware of every pain in his body – temples throbbing, joints aching, and most inconvenient of all, the sharp stab of pain in his side. It was most likely a fractured or bruised rib… he hoped anyway. 

As he continued to lie supine in the grass, he took stock of the rest of his body, curling and straightening his fingers then rolling his arms across the dirt to test the movement. Next he tried wiggling his toes inside his boots then flexed his calves, and finally pulled up his legs to bend his knees. Nothing seemed broken. He finally pushed himself up until he was in a sitting position, swaying a bit as his vision swam. 

Forgetting about all his physical aches, his gloved hand moved to his belt, searching for his communicator, but it was nowhere to be found. Then it flew to his left hip where his lightsaber usually sat, a comforting weight always at his side, but it wasn’t there either. 

"Shiiiiit," Anakin whispered. He looked at the ground around him, blinking, his eyes straining to see anything at all in the grass in the low light. It could be anywhere. He would find it – he would – but he couldn’t focus right this second. He scrambled to stand but it was too much, too soon and he fell back into the dirt. 

He groaned long and loud into the rapidly darkening night. 

But then, he heard the most beautiful sound to his buzzing ears – the sound of help. Help was on its way in a beaten-up X-34 landspeeder, which sounded like the combustor of the axial compressor needed to be replaced. He’d never been so happy in his life to hear the low rumble of an engine that needed some serious maintenance, or more happy that he had not completely forgotten everything he knew. 

A wave of dizziness and nausea came over him, but he leaned forward and stretched out his arm as the speeder rumbled closer.  “Help?” He could barely muster the single-syllable word. Not that he could be heard over the noise of the engine anyway, but he had to try. 

Then, unfortunately, he blacked out once again.

Anakin slowly came-to, aware of warmth, comfort, and a voice, calm and gentle, like home . He suddenly remembered being lifted, a hand on his cheek, his forehead, the cool night air then – 

Nothing more.

For the third time in less than half a day, Anakin awoke from slumber. Except this one had been much more fitful than the others. He still ached, but at least he was no longer lying face down in mud in wet clothes. Instead, now he was lying on a sofa under a blanket, his head cradled in a soft pillow, and he was clean and comfortable. The thought was concerning, but he'd get to that later.

Golden sunlight filtered in through the room’s shades. It was certainly no longer night, and it seemed rather bright, but he had no idea what time it could possibly be. He squeezed his eyes tightly and tried to remember… He could recall nothing at all of how he got here – on the planet or in this room. He had been on Jedha with Artoo and a couple of troopers from 501st (who showed up at Ahsoka's insistence), combing through an old excavation site. It was the last-known location of an unknown holocron, apparently buried amongst the ruins, and looking for it had felt like searching for a single star in a nebula. 

When the Jedi first learned of its existence (or ‘ potential existence’ rather, as Obi-Wan had insisted), neither he nor Obi-Wan had truly believed in the presence of such a holocron on the planet. Something like that would surely have been recovered long ago! Obi-Wan’s incredulity echoed in Anakin's head.  But t hey were instructed to at least look, as it would have been rather foolish to allow something like that to languish untouched with the potential of falling into anyone’s hands. And if the rumor was true and they did find such a thing, they could study it. Incredulity aside, Obi-Wan wasn't very good at completely hiding his interest (or at least not to Anakin), and he had remarked several times on how he'd love to study it and learn all its secrets. Anakin had adored the way the older man’s eyes lit up just talking about it. He wouldn't have dreamed of ever telling his old master that.

Then he would never get a chance to. Obi-Wan became one with the Force, leaving Anakin behind forever, and he was forced to go on, to live the rest of his life without his best friend and master. It had been three months, and the wound was as raw and as fresh as the day Obi-Wan was taken from him. He couldn't find peace no matter what he did or who he talked to. They weren't Obi-Wan. 

Master Kenobi’s loss was felt keenly by all the Jedi, but Anakin was sure he didn’t mean as much to them as he did to him. His master was gone and Anakin would never have peace again. 

So Anakin had gone to Jedha on a half-cocked mission to find the holocron, because Obi-Wan had wanted to find it, and Obi-Wan wanted to study it, and that was a last wish Anakin could honor even though every fiber of his being cried out for the loss of the man he loved. 

Perhaps the holocron held secrets to eternal life. Perhaps there was a way to see or speak to him again. Feeling delirious with the prospect, Anakin had run headlong into the temple ruins built inside a cave mouth of a large plateau, feeling as if he was getting close. The pull of the Force was strong, like a nexus of power. He remembered a thrumming and buzzing in his head then nothing at all after that. 

And now he was in some house he didn't know, on a planet he didn't recognize. 

He carefully stretched out with his senses and found that all was calm. He reached further looking for someone, anything , but didn’t get much beyond the general course of life on the planet. Then suddenly, on the edge of his consciousness, a single life form appeared, close… It was inside the house with him.  Anakin should be on high alert, but he couldn’t find it within himself to be. Perhaps he would come back to the why later. Wherever he was, he felt safe and not in any danger. The life form felt calm, relaxed, and slightly amused. Then suddenly he heard a low humming, but not like the humming of the Force, but a living being softly humming a tune. It wasn’t in the room with him but it was close. Then it stopped. 

"Ah, you're awake."

Anakin whipped his head in the direction of the voice. THAT VOICE. A voice he knew better than anyone else's. A voice he had heard most every day since he was nine years old, a voice he'd grown to love more than anyone else's. He twisted around to get a better look, hissing when his side and back protested, clearly still in no shape to move so quickly. 

“Take it easy!” The voice warned. 

He watched in disbelief as the source of the voice set a tray down on the small table in front of the sofa. As he took in the man before him, his chest constricted and tightened and his breathing shallowed. He stood on the precipice of a panic attack with no way to ward it off. Because here was Obi-Wan Kenobi in the flesh, standing in front of him, whole and alive . 

He was older than Anakin knew him to be at the time of his death – by five years or so, maybe more. His hair was longer, not quite as long as it was right before the start of the war, but long enough so the ends curled around his ears and sat on the collar of his shirt. There were more strands of grey threaded throughout his hair and at his temples, more lines etched into his face, particularly around the eyes. His skin had taken on more of a golden hue than Anakin had ever seen – like he spent most of his time outside – which also meant more, darker freckles dotting his forehead, cheeks, and the bridge of his nose. 

He was wearing a light colored work shirt with the buttons undone to mid-breastbone and the sleeves rolled to the elbows. His trousers were the color of rust and he wore tall, brown boots. The clothes hugged his strong figure as if they were tailor-made specifically for him. Anakin couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Obi-Wan in anything but his loose, cream-colored tunics, robes or under blacks and armor.

He looked like a man untouched by war, healthy and content. Anakin had forgotten that once Obi-Wan did look like that, but it was long ago. He stared, slack-jawed, as he thought of Obi-Wan’s pale face and lifeless, clear blue eyes as he held him in death. This was Obi-Wan as he could have been – should have been. Anakin's heart clenched in his chest. 

"I brought you some breakfast," the man finally added, still hesitant and wary of what Anakin would do next.  

Feeling panicked at the strange normality of it all, Anakin attempted to fully sit up so he could defend himself if needed, but he was still in quite a bit of pain. He grabbed his side and winced as the aching muscles in his core contracted. Then his fingers came in contact with a large bandage stuck to his left side. 

"Careful now!" Obi-Wan rushed over to grab Anakin's arm and steady him. The touch was like a brand in his skin. He ripped his arm away and stood quickly, hitting his shin on the small table as he stumbled away from the strange Obi-Wan. He blindly reached again for where a lightsaber should be at his hip, only to find it still wasn't there. 

Instead, Anakin brandished the knife he'd grabbed off the tray in his haste to distance himself from the imposter. "What kind of trick is this? Who are you?"

Not-Obi-Wan put his hands up in a half-hearted surrender. "I'm not really thrilled about being threatened in my own home. Even if it is with a dull butter knife. I can assure you, I am unarmed."

"Obi-Wan… what… what are you doing here?"

Confusion colored the man's features, but it was there and gone just as quickly. "It's just Ben,” he said, slowly putting his hands down. 

Anakin's eye brows pinched as he frowned, “Ben? I– nevermind!” He thrust the knife out in warning and Ben's hands flew back up. "Where am I? How are you here??"

"Well this is MY house, and you're a guest in it, though I have half a mind to throw you out now for threatening me."

This ‘Ben’ was so much like his Obi-Wan, it took his breath away. The way he talked, even if the accent was slightly less of the clipped Coruscanti, and more of a slight brogue, then right down to the casualness with which he handled Anakin's threat… But behind the light-hearted jest, there was a definite wariness, a bit of fear for this complete stranger in his home. Because Ben clearly didn't know him. Anakin meant nothing to him. This wasn't his Obi-Wan. 

Anakin blinked as he tried to remember anything before he woke up, trying to make sense of this situation. Maybe he was actually lying in a cot in a tent in the middle of a dusty desert on Jedha. Or perhaps on a moderately comfy bed in the Halls of Healing back inside the Jedi Temple. Or maybe he was floating inside a bacta tank – injured, knocked out, and healing. Yes, that was it. He was asleep and this was a dream, and in his great grief, he'd conjured up this older Obi-Wan. An Obi-Wan who was not only alive, but content, happy, and healthy. Of course he would – that's what Anakin wanted for his friend and the man he loved. He had created a life that Obi-Wan didn't get to live.

Tears began to gather in the corners of his eyes. He squeezed them shut tightly and willed himself to wake up. 

"You seem to be very hurt," the voice spoke again, and Anakin opened his eyes. "Why don't you eat something then go lie down?"

"Maybe I am hurt, but this isn't real, you're not real," he said resolutely. "I am hurt, yes. But I'm at home, in the Temple." Maybe if he said it forcefully enough and without any doubt he would make it so. 

Not-Obi-Wan stepped towards him and Anakin stepped back. 

"I have no intention of hurting you, I think you need to lie down before you hurt yourself," Ben stepped towards him again, one hand extended, palm up as if he was trying to settle a wild nexu.  

“You know that I could hurt YOU,” Anakin said, his voice wavering. The knife in his hand trembled. 

“You won’t though.”

Their eyes fixed on each other as Ben stepped closer. Anakin didn't know whether he wanted to fight or flee, but he felt immobilized so he did neither. 

Before he knew what was happening, Ben lunged forward and wrapped his right hand around Anakin’s wrist, gripping it tightly, forcing him to drop the knife, then another arm came around Anakin’s neck and squeezed. 

“Sleep,” was the last word Anakin heard before he did just that.

Anakin dreamt of Obi-Wan. 

But not the Obi-Wan he had known since he was nine years old. It was an Obi-Wan he'd known for maybe nine minutes.  

In his dream, this Obi-Wan looked exactly like his Obi-Wan, he dressed differently but otherwise moved and talked like him. His gestures, jokes, and smiles were the same, even down to the lingering sadness behind his eyes that Anakin had always noticed when Obi-Wan thought he wasn’t looking. But in his dream, he was still on this other planet, and not Coruscant, and Obi-Wan wasn’t a Jedi, but a farmer. 

Anakin was inside a small house which sat in the middle of several acres of land covered in trees and lush fields. Directly behind the home was a large garden where the older Obi-Wan currently stood amongst many kinds of plants, small and large. He was naked to the waist, and the sinking sun's rays reflected off his sweat-shiny skin, making it glisten. Ben was a bit thicker than Anakin remembered ever seeing Obi-Wan, but he was still strong and lithe. The muscles in his back and arms flexed as he dug into the earth and bent down to plant new seeds. Obi-Wan finally stood and turned, wiping sweat from his brow with a bit of cloth he pulled from his back pocket. 

“Anakin,” he said with the loveliest smile Anakin had ever seen. 

This Obi-Wan loved him. Anakin knew it somehow. 

Anakin’s eyes flew open, he was sweating and his breathing labored. He sat up quickly, blankets pooling at his waist, and looked around. Daylight was fading, but it was enough to illuminate the room and he could see it was homey and cozy. He was now in a small bedroom he didn’t recognize in a very comfy bed. Far more comfortable than anything he'd grown used to in battlefield tents and aboard Venator destroyers. He looked to his right, wondering if he’d find Ben there, since this was surely his room, but when he found it empty, he exhaled, strangely relieved. 

The bed was a modest size, easily large enough for two, but not so big that two people would never meet in the night. A dresser sat pushed up against the wall opposite with a small mirror resting on top. From where he sat, Anakin could see there were some trinkets and other items there as well, but he couldn’t make out what they were. A large chair sat by the window with a blanket haphazardly thrown over and a discarded datapad in the seat. On the small bedside table next to his side of the bed, there was a lamp, and surprisingly, his communicator and his lightsaber. 

Anakin pushed away the covers and swung his legs over the side. He picked up his lightsaber to feel the familiar and comforting heft. Ben had undoubtedly found it, but it was a bit surprising that he had actually returned it to him. Maybe he didn't know what it was, didn't know what Anakin could do with it. Well, at least he'd be spared the 'your lightsaber is your life' lecture, though Anakin would have given up his lightsaber forever just to hear it again. 

He was still wearing only a pair of sleep pants and he was glad to find that the glove over his mechno-arm was still in place. He wiggled his toes then slid off the bed and stepped onto soft, cool carpet and stretched away some of the stiffness. It felt like he had been asleep for days. At the window, he pulled back the curtain slightly to peer outside. The sun was setting in the distance behind the foothills, painting the sky in soft pinks, oranges, and purples. The landscape was bathed in a soft yellow, but none of that beauty compared to the man standing in the middle of the large vegetable garden. 

Just like in his dream.

His heart rate picked up again. 

Was he even awake now? Or was all of this a dream? 

Suddenly small flashes of what he thought were recent memories returned to him – a pair of strong arms wrapping around his back and under his knees, the feel of a warm, wet cloth being dragged across his face gently, humming in another room, then Anakin threatening to stab this beautiful man with a butter knife. He flushed, hoping against hope that that was also only from his dream. 

He dropped the curtain and made his way through the house and out onto the back porch. Ben was practically glowing in the evening sun. It only took a second for him to look up and smile. 

“Hello there.” Ben thrust his shovel into the dirt, then rested his elbow on the handle. Anakin’s mouth suddenly became very dry. “Oh, I’ve hidden all the butter knives,” he added with a slight twist to his mouth. Anakin's face fell – so that one was true. “However, that thing I put on the bedside table seems like it could do much more damage than a knife.” Ben huffed as he pulled a cloth out of his back pocket and wiped his face. 

“That 'thing'??” Anakin scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. His still-bare chest, he was reminded. Maybe from that distance Ben couldn’t tell that he was blushing. “That thing, Ben, is my lightsaber. MY LIFE. You are… were always so fond of reminding me.” Ben chuckled but said nothing else. It felt so odd for him to say nothing at all about it. 

They stood and stared at each other for a few moments. Anakin allowed the stillness and quiet of the evening to envelope him once more. Was this really his current reality? Or was it possible that his mind had actually created some world so tangible, so intricate and detailed? An Obi-Wan who was both Obi-Wan and not simultaneously, and who had no clue who Anakin was.

Ben pulled his shovel from the ground and walked towards the house. He stopped below the porch and stared up at Anakin. “You must be hungry, would you like latemeal?”

As if right on cue, his stomach growled. “Yes, okay.”

“Let me get cleaned up and I will get it for you,” Ben said with a nod and passed by Anakin without a second look. 

Anakin sat at the small table in the kitchen and watched as Ben deftly moved around the space preparing the meal. It was strange how everything seemed so familiar, from the way he stood and held himself, to the way he drank from his own mug, even down to how quiet and focused he was on the task. It was strange to know and love the man so well, but to not know him at all. Because this still wasn't his Obi-Wan. No matter what his dream told him. No matter what he wanted to believe and be real. But he was so like him, it made his heart ache. He knew a mind consumed with grief could create fantastical things, believe the unbelievable, especially if it brought back loved ones. He'd also heard stories of beings traveling through time and space, but that’s all they were supposed to be, stories – ‘wistie stories' his mom told him before bed or outlandish yarns spun by his fellow padawans as they shirked their duties.

But if that was true, and he'd been flung into another time and universe��� Where was Anakin Skywalker here? And why wasn't he with Obi-Wan Kenobi?

He snapped out of his reverie when Ben set some food down in front of him then took his own place in the chair across the table. It was intimate, but Anakin couldn’t think about it too much because he was starving and the food smelled amazing. It was a needed distraction. 

Between sips from his mug of tea, Ben finally spoke up. "I didn't see a ship. Or a speeder, for that matter."

"Uh well, I didn't have one," Anakin said as he pushed the food around on his plate. "At least not here." He shoved a large chunk of fried tuber in his mouth. 

Ben narrowed his eyes, "I'm not exactly close to the nearest town, are you saying you walked?" 

“No,” Anakin said around a mouthful of food. "I just ended up out there.”

Ben frowned, "How do you mean ‘ended up’?” 

"Just that. I was on Jedha then I woke up in a mud puddle… I think."

Ben took another sip of his tea. "You've still not given me your name. What do I call you?"

Anakin felt like sulking, "You really don't know it." It wasn’t a question.

"Well, I… you seem to talk a lot in your sleep, and I thought maybe you'd mention it, but strangely, I only heard my own name over and over.” He looked down then cleared his throat. “But I can't really understand how you know my given name.” He stroked his beard.

Anakin felt as confused as Ben – or actually Obi-Wan. But he did know he didn’t like the way that sounded. He couldn’t remember any part of his dreams except for whatever vision that he had of Ben in the field before he saw him out there. He was now afraid of anything he might have said. 

He toyed briefly with giving a fake name, but then decided against it at the last minute. This was Obi-Wan… some Obi-Wan, and with him he was always Anakin. “It’s Anakin.” 

"Anakin," Ben repeated softly. 

He ducked his head and continued eating, hoping that the older man would find something else to stare at for a little while. But he could feel his eyes still on him. 

After a prolonged silence, Anakin spoke up again. "I'm not from here, wherever here is." Ben stared at him but kept silent so Anakin would continue. "I'm from Coruscant. Well, that's where I live anyway… In the Jedi Temple."

Ben’s eyebrows raised briefly then he looked down into his mug. “You’re a ways from Coruscant.”  

Well now they were getting somewhere, and at least Coruscant existed in this universe. "And where is here?"

"Stewjon," Ben said as he sat back in his chair.

Of course. Of course! It was so obvious now – he’d been sent to Obi-Wan’s birth planet for some reason. Maybe it would be a starting point for figuring out the how and why. 

"And what of the war?" 

"What war?"

“What war?” Anakin huffed, "THE war, Ben, the war against the Separatists!?"

Ben shook his head in response. "I'm afraid I don't know it. I try to keep up with news from the Core Worlds as much as possible, but I've never heard of a war or the Separatists. Though, from the name alone, I can possibly figure out their platform.” 

Anakin leaned forward, settling his elbows on the table. "When I say I'm not from here, I mean, not from HERE – this universe." It was out there – now it was up to Ben to decide what to do with it. Ben's brow dipped slightly, but he remained silent. "I am a Jedi, a general in the Grand Army of the Republic, I was your…" He rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. Did he even know the Jedi? He certainly wasn't his master here. "I was on a mission on Jedha, then… then, I woke up here."

Ben sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't believe him. Anakin could tell even though he said nothing. 

He huffed again and ran a hand through his hair. "I want to get back, I need to get back. I don't belong here." Even if he could be at Obi-Wan’s side again, where he did belong. 

Ben stroked his beard in thought. "Anakin, what you're saying… it's impossible. You can't hop to another universe. You can't travel through time or to another reality."

Anakin stood quickly, nearly upsetting the chair. "But I did it! And I’m here talking to you! An Obi-Wan who… who doesn't know or care anything about me!"

"Anakin, come now, that's not–" Ben started but Anakin wasn’t staying to listen. 

He left the kitchen quickly and headed back to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He threw himself down into the bed, wanting to scream into the pillow. 

If he couldn’t even remember how he got here in the first place, how in the hell could he find a way back? And Ben clearly wasn’t going to help him. Anakin had no holocron here or a way to get back to Jedha to check. He couldn’t even get back to Coruscant, to the Temple. Maybe others like Mace and Yoda or Plo Koon existed here, even if he didn’t. Maybe they would know and could help him.

Anakin closed his eyes to keep the tears from slipping free, but they fell anyway, wetting the soft pillow underneath his head.

[nana-mizu-shiki]

His ass was out and he isn't even gonna get paid for it!

But Tim's used to not getting an answer to that particular question.

These two were only from the first chapter bc I didn't want to spoil, but I read through the first 19 chapters (it's unfinished) and this fic is absolutely hilarious and filled w/ angst (even if majority is hidden behind Unreliable Narrator, it is still visibly there)

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The Author of all these stories, was previously known as CWEEMSODA-chan on Wattpad. I will link a second Masterlist for all my Wattpad stories, even the ones put up for adoption.

Masterlist

Content Warnings Abbreviations:

H.E ---- Heavily Explicit (MDNI)

D ---- Drug mention

E ----Explicit (MDNI)

M.A ---- Mention of Abuse

V ---- Violence

M.H ---- Mental Health Struggle

O ----Current works

O ----Started, 10+ Chapters in drafts

O ---- Started Under 5 Chapters in drafts

O ---- Have not started

Naruto Universe:

Everything Happens For a Reason (Kakuzu) ---- H.E + D +V

Characters 1 Characters 2 Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

5-10 11-15 16-20 21-25 26-30 35-40 41-45 46-50 51-55 56-60

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Uchiha MIA (Itachi) - E + V + M.H

Characters Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

5-10 11-15 16-20 21-25 26-30 35-40 41-45 46-50 51-55 56-60

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Bitch Boy (Kiba) ---- H.E + D

Characters Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11-15 16-20 21-25

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Nocturnal Heart (Shino) ---- E + M.H

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Maiden of Light (Kakashi/Iruka) ---- H.E + D

Characters Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25

Alter Naruto Universes:

Madara in the Real World ---- H.E + D

Characters Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

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Careful, I bite. (Tobirama fic) ---- H.E + D + M.A + M.H

Characters Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25

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Hurricane Maria (Jiraiya fic) ---- H.E + D + M.A +M.H

Characters Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

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Itachi(Sequel to first Itachi book)---- D + E + M.H

Characters Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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Lucky Dove (Madara x reader x Izuna)---- E + V + M.H

Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

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More to come in the future

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JJK Universe:

My personal Addiction (Geto fic) ---- E + M.H + D

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My Queen (Sukuna/Yuji fic) ---- H.E + M.H + D + V

Silent type, huh? (Inumaki fic) ---- E + M.H

Emo Boy (Choso Fic) ---- H.E + M.H + M.A

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Drabbles Masterlist

I will be updating frequently as I move my Wattpad stories over here. Thank you for your patience and support.

[sadp1ayer]

It’s not what I usually post but I wanted to show what I made! I present you

UT!BRANZY

Aka

Universe Travel!Branzy

It’s an AU I made for something I write for myself and I wanted to make the character for the AU I made! :D

I WILL EXPLAIN THE AU IF SOMEONE ASK :3

[nicoforlifetrue]

So I was told to share this au idea.

It's called the half traveler au.

And it all starts with what if Leo was cursed with immortality after the prison dimension

What if he's cursed and is forced to watch everyone, every single person he knows, die eventually, what if after everyone is gone, in his grief he descovers something.

Portals are one thing, but a portal to another universe was something not even Mikey could pull off.

But then again, he was far older then Mikey had been isn't he?

So what if he travels the universes, looking for versions of his brothers that got cursed like him. What if he realizes he won't find them because it's a Leo's curse to go through to the prison dimension. Yet for some reason he's the only one immortal, because after all, that was what made his universe unique.

But what if he keeps searching anyway, just for a goal. What if along they way he teaches others how to jump world's, what if he takes the anger he still hold out on those universes where the kraang won.

He's immortal after all, it's not like he can lose.

What if he starts telling people to just call him half, amongst the thousands of Leo's, because he feels like half a person with out his family and isn't it poetic?

What if, as he travels and exsplores he starts to see his immortality as less of a curse because he's seen things no one else ever could, exspirenced things no one else could, been able to help people when no one else could.

He's picked up a few scars on his journey, picked up a Pancho to hide them because after the third universe that just kept asking how he was still standing he got tired of it.

He's grown now, learned to love and grieve and move on, and his quest now is a hollow one, not that he's going to stop.

What if half to some, the traveler to others, the savoir to many more, finally finds peace in the end, is finally content.

And only then, only when he's happy again, does he stumble across a universe where the Donnie for some reason dosent quite... Fit, where Donnie is the one to self sacrifice, where Donnie seems so different from his brothers.

Only at peace does he find the first soul, born anew, that once belonged to his family.

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Also yes as an aside I will write this as a fic

[r3dp4nd4ch1ld]

@the-ravenclaw-werewolf @omnitheist27 @purplemochi20055

To make up because of my..gosh agaon,flickering attention span and a few issues,here are more pictures and the promised continuation of the 40 Universe travels!! As you can see…absolute chaos which ended Sid nearly being skinned alive by Levi-

Tanjiro of course by past experience such along with Emma a bit..well werent happy with how sid was holding the baby,Gojo tried with Diego to calm down its crying…yeahhhh NO..and Sadly izuku and Nagisa were pushed by manny to help with the diaper checking and well- all I can is while Sid was successful in scaring the daylights outta many of the 40 with his diaper throw prank……it nearly cost him his life-

Kobayashi is not amused.

[psyzook]

As much as I love portal fantasy, and the idea of being whisked into another universe, it pains me to think that I can’t just run my stupid little mouth. Because at every minor inconvenience I do the Michael Scott ‘I’m gonna kill myself’ bit from the office, and they would be alarmed. I simply cannot say ‘go piss girl’ whenever someone has to go and take a leak. Just imagine a character like Legolas or Aragorn having to respond to that.

[brawley1492]

"GRAVITY"

Feeling its way around the Cosmos!

Are those gentle feelings

or are they harsh?

as Gravity strides around

on its Universal march? ... William

[purposeastro]

7th House Secrets Vedic Astrology

The 7th house in Vedic astrology doesn't only shows about your marriage; it also shows about your business partnerships. The 7th house shows how people see you. So there are two planets whose influence and energy is present in this house.

Saturn 🪐 and Venus.

Venus for relationship, money, etc. and Saturn for longevity, Discipline, boundaries etc. A business partnership is not different than marriage.

If your Saturn is placed in the 7th house then after marriage you won't be able to feel freedom. People will start judging you. You'll create a lot of boundaries. Your behaviour will change a lot just like how things get changed after marriage is all Saturn and Venus energy influence which is present in everyone's 7th house in birth chart.

7th Lord in 9th house

If your 7th lord is placed in 9th house then it shows that you will change places after marriage. You will gain a lot of money and all of your efforts will show the results. Your luck will increase after marriage. Overall this is a good placement for travelling to religious places after marriage, donations, spiritualism. You're extremely idealistic and doesn't listen to people. You'll become extremely pessimistic.

7th Lord in 11th House

If you have your 7th Lord in the 11th house then after marriage you will get success in your social media endeavour. You will gain a lot of connections, popularity and money after marriage. But there is a negative think about this placement. You will not be on equal terms with your in laws. So if you are a nuclear family then it will work well. Also in this placement your spouse may get an incurable disease at an particular age ( after 46 ). And this will drain out your money badly.

7th Lord in 12th House

This position will give a lot of fantasies towards your spouse. You'll trust your partner 100% or 0% depending on the other planets influence. So choose your partner wisely. You'll either go abroad, jail, or receive salvation also depending on the combinations. If you have Saturn as 7th Lord in 12 House then the partner will be cool headed, quite but will create boundaries with you will keep you close.

[bjugnakraekir]

working on a simple 4 page comic of my spidersona and when he 'removed' his symbiote

first two pages under the cut

[edgeofn1ght]

all you conceal, let out: ch. 2

story summary: After the death of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, in his grief, takes off on a mission half-cocked to find a lost holocron on Jedha. The next thing he knows, he's waking up injured on a planet he's never seen before, surrounded by calm and an unsettling quiet. Then, after passing out again, he wakes up in a strange home, patched, clean, and safe. And his savior is someone he loved who he didn't think he'd ever see again. Will he be able to get back to his own universe, and does he even want to?

ch. 2: While Anakin is forced to wait until he can return home, or anywhere, he decides that he wants (needs) to know more about Ben.

↳ ch. 1

alternate universe travel • obikin • read on ao3 instead

Anakin turned over and it was day once more. He wiped his eyes, wondering if he'd ever stop sleeping. That was all he'd done since landing in this strange place. Without looking, he hesitantly stretched his arm out to the right – the other side was empty, the blanket cold, just as it was the night before. 

Well, at least he was still on Stewjon, inside the farmer’s small home.

He sighed and got up again for the second? Third… time? He was completely losing track of the hours and minutes in this place. He could have been asleep for days for all he knew. Pulling back the curtain just as he'd done the day before, he looked out over Ben’s land. 

He spotted Ben immediately, but was surprised to find he wasn't alone.

Wandering the garden and the field beyond were also seven or eight children of varying ages and races. Ben was kneeling with a Zabrak child next to him, and they were looking very intently at something in his hand. Ben pointed at his palm with a gentle smile, and the child's face lit up as she looked up at him. 

It seemed he had that effect on people in every universe. 

Anakin continued to watch as Ben and the children moved around the yard, digging, planting, picking, and harvesting late summer vegetables and fruits. Judging by the talking, he seemed to be teaching all the while and the children were surprisingly very attentive.  Memories of when Anakin first became Obi-Wan’s padawan burst to the surface, occupying his thoughts. How in awe he was of the Jedi Knight, how he ate up every little thing Obi-Wan said, but also how frustrating it was to never know what his master was thinking. Obi-Wan was trying his best, Anakin could see it, but it was obvious that Master Qui-Gon’s loss weighed heavily on him, and he kept Anakin at something of an arm's length for a time. 

But as his apprenticeship continued, Obi-Wan opened up slowly and carefully. Then Anakin… well. Anakin became difficult, as most teenagers were wont to do, and began to close himself off. He shuddered now to think about his behavior, about some of the things he'd shouted at his master, of how he'd run off to the lower levels of Coruscant to race illegally, of the fights he'd get into with other padawans, then later… his time with Padmé. He cleared his throat, willing the rise of the negative memories and feelings to dissipate. 

He hoped these children appreciated the gift Ben was giving them. And if they didn't… maybe Anakin could make them see. 

Anakin turned from the window and found all his own clothes cleaned, dried, and folded neatly on the top of the dresser. His cloak hung from a hook on the back of the door, and his boots (also scrubbed clean) stood below his cloak. He washed up and dressed in his pants, under tunic, and boots, trying to make himself more presentable. Just being in his own clean clothes again helped him feel more like himself, which would help him think more clearly.  Anakin grabbed a sun apple from the counter in the kitchen then headed outside. Ben looked up as Anakin came closer to where he and a few of the children stood. 

"Ah, Anakin, nice of you to join us," he smiled. When the corners of his eyes softened and crinkled, something fluttered in Anakin's chest. 

He took a bite of the apple. "I didn't know I was missing something."

"We're learning about the rainbow qaana!" the little Zabrak girl said.

“I'm sure you didn't expect children outside this morning, but this is my class,” Ben chuckled as he waved his arm around. “Being that Stewjon is a largely agricultural society, I teach younglings how to use their gifts to grow and care for plants, recognize fauna and insects, and how to live off the land."

Of course, that made sense – Ben was still a teacher, a master with many apprentices, in addition to being a farmer. What a quiet life he must lead. Anakin was almost jealous. 

"I wasn't sure you'd ever wake up today," Ben added, only for Anakin's ears. 

"I was tired," he shrugged and took another bite of his apple. That Ben was seemingly waiting for him at all was interesting. 

"I'm sure you are. And your body needs to heal from whatever trauma you've endured in your journey."

Anakin looked down to find the little girl staring. She smiled. He didn't know what she was thinking but it was almost surely something she shouldn't be. 

"Just know you can sleep as long as you like. I don't have a problem with it," Ben said as he walked closer. He gently touched Anakin's arm – a silent request to follow. "But I do know you want to get home. I commed an acquaintance in town who is heading to the Core Worlds soon and he can take you. Then from there…” Ben hesitated then looked down. “Then from there you can head back to Coruscant. The only downside is the transport won't be here for another week."

"A week?" Anakin asked. It was too much time and not nearly enough. 

Ben wouldn't understand that just going to Coruscant wasn't enough. And after his behavior last night, of course Ben would use the first chance he could to get rid of him. He frowned, which Ben noticed.  

"I'm sorry, it's the best I could do," he continued as they strolled around the garden. The sound of children's laughter felt out of place as Anakin warred with his emotions. "As you may have guessed, Stewjon isn't exactly the center of commerce and travel, things move a bit slower here." 

"But you are more than welcome to stay in my home until then, I won't kick you out," Ben added with a gentle smile. "You just have to put up with my cooking and students sometimes." That was hardly difficult. He'd put up with a lot just to be near Obi-Wan. "I'm sure your people are looking for you though. Have you been able to contact them?"

Anakin cleared his throat. "I haven't tried." It was the truth, but he couldn’t have explained why not. 

They were probably worried sick by now.  Ahsoka was most likely already out searching with the 501st after not being able to reach him. Maybe she had alerted the Council. Maybe they had pulled their measly political strings to get a search going for him. Maybe Padmé had gotten involved, despite…

No, he hadn't tried to contact a single one of them. 

"Does your communicator work? You're welcome to try–"

"Why are you doing all of this?" Anakin quickly interrupted him, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. It wasn't this Ben's fault.

"I figured you'd want to get home to your own family and not waste any more time with some strange hermit you don't even know." Well, that was where he was wrong. Obi-Wan was his family. He would have spent the rest of his life here with him if he'd let him. 

Then Anakin suddenly wondered… was his mother alive in this universe? Was she still on Tatooine? A slave? Married to Cliegg? Or a free woman and off on her own adventure somewhere else? He wouldn't even begin to know how to find her if she wasn't exactly where he had left her nearly 13 years ago. But then again, somehow he'd found Obi-Wan, as if cosmic forces brought them together for some reason. It didn't make any sense otherwise. Of all the planets, and all the people he could have landed beside… it wasn't even his mother or his almost-wife, but the man who was the other half of his soul. 

Like he was always meant to find him. 

"Okay, a week," he finally said as he chucked the core of his apple out into the tall grasses. "I'll try contacting them today." 

"Very good," Ben smiled as he patted Anakin's arm then returned to his students. 

A week would be a lifetime.  

Just as Anakin suspected, he couldn't get in touch with anyone. He couldn’t even pick up any kind of line anywhere. He was ready to throw his communicator against the wall in a fit of rage, but that probably wouldn't help anyone – especially him.  At some point while Anakin was in the bedroom, Ben released his class and came back in. The sounds of another person puttering around the house was a comfort. If Anakin closed his eyes, he could imagine he was back in the Temple, in his suite, Obi-Wan visiting and in the kitchen making caf, just like he used to whenever they had an afternoon together away from the war.

It was so calm again, he even contemplated meditation. That’s how he knew he was truly desperate. But then again, maybe if he went deep enough, he could connect to another Jedi or else access memories he needed to help him remember details about the holocron. It wasn't ideal, he hadn't even tried to meditate since Obi-Wan… well, it had been a little over three months since he had meditated at all. His connection felt broken. 

He sighed and settled onto the bed, facing the window and looking out towards Ben’s land and beyond. Then he closed his eyes. 

All was quiet once more. The planet, its life, even the Force was calm and gentle. The silence wove its way under his skin and into Anakin's bones. 

He couldn't get quite used to the notion that Obi-Wan lived some hermit-y life here, alone, farming. Obi-Wan needed to be out there , helping others, putting his talents and skills to good use, not blending into the landscape, virtually unknown. Then another thought sprang to mind. What if Obi-Wan wasn't alone? What if in this universe he actually had a significant other, a husband? A wife? Perhaps even a few children? Though he hadn't mentioned a family, and Anakin couldn't imagine where they could be if not here, but that didn't mean they didn't exist. 

He and Obi-Wan couldn’t even be together in a completely different universe, he thought bitterly. And it was worse because, here, Anakin was not part of his life in any way. 

His eyes flew open. It was impossible to meditate. 

A soft knock came on the door, startling Anakin and he cleared his throat. "Come in."

The door opened slowly and Ben stood there, once again just as real and as whole as he had ever been. "I was going into town for some things, maybe to eat, I thought maybe you'd want to go with me?"

Anakin was actually surprised that he even asked. Unless… "You don't want to let me out of your sight," he accused. 

Ben closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. Anakin recognized the look – it was the exact same look Obi-Wan made whenever Anakin did or said something to test his patience. "Not for the reasons you think. And not only that," he admitted. "Mostly I just didn't think you'd want to be lonely."

Maybe Ben is lonely, did you think of that? A voice in Anakin’s head asked.

He pursed his lips and finally nodded, "Well, it's not like there's anything for me to do here anyway."

"Okay then,” Ben smiled. “Meet me outside in ten," and he closed the door.

"You know, you probably should check the axial compressor on this thing!" Anakin shouted over the rumbling of the old speeder. "It's not supposed to knock like that!"

Ben looked over at him, hair whipping across his forehead. "Pardon??" He shouted back. 

"The knocking!!" Anakin yelled louder and made a knocking gesture. "Is! Not! Normal!"

"Oh! Yes, I know!" Ben yelled back, grinning. 

"Why don't you fix it??" It was utterly ridiculous and useless to have a conversation like this, he didn’t know why he tried in the first place, but Ben just kept smiling. Anakin was sure he didn't actually hear him and now was simply ending the conversation for both their sakes. 

When they arrived, Ben parked his speeder on the edge of the small town alongside other fancier speeders, swoops, and a pen where an eopie and a nekko wandered around, snuffling at the grass. Ben pulled his goggles off his face and hung them around his neck. Anakin wanted to laugh at the imprint they had made around Ben's eyes and on his cheeks, but it was endearing, so he didn't. 

Ben hoisted a few large bags out of the back, then hefted one over his shoulder. "Would you mind terribly grabbing the other?"

Anakin scoffed, "Oh, I see now why you wanted me to come with you. It was a ploy for me to work ." Ben grinned and turned towards the main street. 

Life in town was far and away more than Anakin had seen since his arrival. As it turned out, there really was more to Stewjon than just Ben and his students. Now he knew for sure he wasn't dreaming because there was no way his mind could conjure all these people and places – it was too detailed, too intricate.

"I haven't fixed my speeder because I don't have all the technical know-how to repair speeder engines, or the parts and tools,” Ben said after a few moments of silence. “And I don't have the time or money to leave it at a mechanic to be fixed.” 

"Oh," Anakin replied. "Well, I can be quite handy with mechanics and repairs, I could take a look before I leave?"

Ben looked at him briefly then away again. "Well that would be very helpful."

"It's nothing," Anakin said as he repositioned the bag on his shoulder. "It's the least I can do."

"You don't owe me anything, you know that right?" Anakin didn't answer. Maybe that was true. Maybe he believed it. But he wanted to help him. It was still Obi-Wan, and he would have done anything for him. 

They eventually arrived at an outdoor market where Ben sold much of the week's harvest. The market was a cacophony of noise from the merchants, vendors, shoppers, livestock, and children running to and fro. Its liveliness reminded Anakin of Tatooine – poor but (mostly) friendly merchants just trying to make their way in an unfriendly economy and hostile galaxy. And even though Stewjon was part of the Republic, and Tatooine belonged to the Hutts, it wasn’t a rich society, just as Ben had said. Maybe other cities on the planet had more wealth, but here where Ben was settled… not so much. 

As they approached one of the stalls, a Devaronian vendor eyed Anakin suspiciously. "Who's this then?" He asked in a gruff voice as Ben handed him one of his sacks. 

"Oh, this is my, ehm, cousin Markl," Ben replied, carefully avoiding Anakin's gaze. Good thing, too, because Anakin knew he looked confused. It wouldn’t do to give himself away so quickly. "He's come in from Coruscant for a week or so."

The Devaronian harrumphed. "Oh, Coruscant, eh? So y'think you're fancy, eh?" Anakin wanted to laugh. If he only knew. 

"Now, now, Juhk Holloq, is that really any way to treat our visitor? Where's that famous Stewjonian hospitality?"

Juhk scoffed, "You forget I'm not from here."

“My apologies then for my oversight,” Ben chuckled. The Devaronian handed over a rather small amount of credits to Ben, who pocketed it right away. “Well, thank you again for your business, we'll be getting along now. See you again in a couple weeks."  Anakin wanted to protest the measly sum – it wasn't nearly enough – but he thought better of making a scene his first time in town. 

"Why didn't you get more?" He asked as they left and headed further into town. "Also, Markl??" 

Ben smiled, "I don't really know. The name just came to me. It didn't seem like I should be giving out your real name, considering you're a general in the Grand Army of the Republic." 

"Well, perhaps…"

"And also, that price is fair here," Ben continued. "I wish I could ask for more, but in case you haven't figured it out yet, we're not a very affluent society like you might be used to in Coruscant. Juhk's been fair with me, and if it's low, it’s probably because he doesn’t have much himself to offer. Sometimes it's like we're all but forgotten by the Republic. We're doing what we can to get by."

Anakin frowned. He'd heard that exact line numerous times, particularly as a reason to join the Separatist movement. Citizens on dozens of worlds had become convinced that the Republic no longer cared for them, and Dooku and his ilk stepped in, persuading them that the Confederacy of Independent Systems would, making promises they would never keep. Anakin wondered what the citizens of Stewjon felt in his own universe. 

He continued to follow in silence as they visited a few other stores and picked up things Ben needed. He only wished his Obi-Wan could see him now – following after him dutifully without complaint or wandering off, or even starting a fight. Obi-Wan wouldn't have believed it.  They stepped out of a gardening shop where Ben bought more seed, then he stopped in the street. 

"Would you care for a drink?" Ben asked. He wasn't looking at Anakin though. He actually seemed to be looking everywhere BUT Anakin. “Call it a payment for your efforts.”

If Anakin wasn't careful, his debts to the man would rack up. "Yes, okay," he answered.

"Very good, right this way,” Ben smiled and handed him another small bag to carry. It was a fair trade-off.

At the other end of the street from where they parked sat a cantina called The Last Stop. Its name, combined with the general ancient look and feel of it, felt a bit ominous. The building had definitely seen better days. An equally-as-ancient swoop bike was parked outside next to an eopie and a few orbaks, which were all tied to a post, sleeping while standing.  Despite the outward appearance, Anakin had most likely been in seedier places in the lower levels of Coruscant. And his Obi-Wan most likely had, too, but he never talked about it.  What Anakin had heard came in small snatches of tales from Luminara Unduli and Quinlan Vos, the latter of which Obi-Wan had used the Force on to shut his mouth as soon as he began to talk about one particular night shortly after Obi-Wan was knighted. To this day Anakin still had never heard that story.

They walked inside the cantina, and it really wasn't much better. 

First, Anakin followed Ben down a long, barely-lit corridor. Short benches lined the path, presumably for patrons who couldn't quite make it outside and needed a rest. All were empty save one where a human male sat slumped against the wall, hat pulled down low over his face. He looked like a hat with a giant ginger beard. As they walked closer, he let out a loud snort of a snore that made Anakin jump. 

Ben laughed, "That'll be Baran, right in his favorite spot, as usual."

At the end of the hall, they came to a large wooden door where a gatekeeper droid shot out of the wall and examined them both. A few long, agonizing moments went by as the eye stalk examined Anakin closely, then finally the inner door to the cantina opened.  A long, dark wooden bar took up one side of the cantina, while tables and booths sat along the wall opposite under the windows. Two patrons sat at the bar top where a bartender droid poured something bright purple into a short glass. Four other patrons were scattered amongst the tables on the other side, and at the end of the room was a small empty stage which looked like it hadn't seen action in years. 

"Why don't you grab us a seat there?" Ben said, gesturing to the small round booth closest to the stage. "And I'll get some drinks. Any requests?"

Anakin shook his head, "Surprise me."

"That's dangerous," Ben grinned. For a brief moment, Anakin wasn't sure if they were still only talking about drinks. 

Anakin flopped down onto the dark green velvety cushion which was surprisingly more comfortable than he expected. He settled in and spread his arms out along the back of the round seat then watched Ben at the bar. From this vantage point, he couldn't hear what was being said, but he could tell he was friendly with the bartender. They shared some kind of joke, and Ben threw his head back and laughed, baring all his white teeth. The sound made something inside Anakin's gut twist painfully. It had been such a long time since he’d heard Obi-Wan laugh like that. So ‘Obi-Wan’ had good looks and charm in every universe, it seemed. Though Ben had been much quieter at his home, he was outgoing and friendly now, right when he needed to be. None of that was any different from the Obi-Wan Anakin knew. In fact, the more he got to know Ben, the less different they seemed. They were dangerously close to merging into one being. 

Was it possible that they really were just exactly the same person but only in different circumstances? It made him wonder again what he himself was like here? Did he even make it off Tatooine? Or worse, did he even exist at all?

Before Anakin could spiral too far into that particular line of thought, Ben came over, carrying two small glasses of a purple and red drink. He set one down in front of Anakin then slid into the booth next to him. Anakin nearly flinched when he felt the toe of Ben’s boot collide with his own boots under the table, but he didn't move. 

"One Stewjonian Sunset." 

Before picking up his glass, Anakin watched as Ben downed half of his own in one gulp, completely unfazed. Just like his old master. He picked up his drink and examined it. The top part of the liquid was a bright red which faded into a deep purple at the bottom of the glass. When he sniffed it, it smelled sweet but strong, with the faintest hint of something floral. The thought that it could have been poisoned by anyone, least of all Ben, didn't even cross his mind. 

"It's Scrappie's specialty," Ben said as he watched Anakin examine the glass. "It's Stewjonian whisky from our highlands, meiloorun juice, and the elderflower. Nothing to be afraid of." There was an honest-to-goodness twinkle in his eyes, and for the first time since he'd arrived in this strange place, Anakin wanted to kiss him. And he wasn't even drunk.

He shifted in his seat, "Scrappie?" 

Ben chuckled, "We saved him from the scrap yard then gave him the job here. We thought the name fit." If Anakin wasn't careful, he was in great danger of falling in love with him within the week. He took a sip of his drink.  

The purple liquid tasted nice and sweet (which was also dangerous), but as it moved down his throat, it began to warm. Then the alcohol hit. Anakin sputtered and coughed, spraying purple rain all over the table and a bit on Ben’s sleeve, and the man had the gall to laugh. But then he did something Anakin didn't expect – he slapped him on the back a few times then rubbed his large hand soothingly across Anakin's shoulder blades. 

"Sorry," he said between coughs. “Sorry…” Ben wiped the purple drink off the table then his sleeve as Anakin wiped his mouth with the back of his own tunic sleeve. 

"I guess you're not used to drinking then?" Ben asked as he raised an eyebrow. 

Anakin coughed a few more times. "No, I drink! I drink!" He didn't know why he felt defensive over it. Obi-Wan had told him long ago it was fine if he never did. Really, he just hated to embarrass himself in front of this Obi-Wan, even though he'd basically done nothing but that since his arrival. He took another small sip just to prove his point. Ben watched him with a small smirk as he finished his own drink in one large gulp. 

"I take it you're a regular," Anakin said and immediately regretted it – it sounded biting and accusatory. 

"Someone has to keep them in business," he looked down into his empty glass then turned to Scrappie. "Keep! Another round!" He turned back to Anakin and settled his gaze on him. Anakin was sure the man could see through to his soul. He'd always felt like that around Obi-Wan. "So then… do you mind explaining where you're really from?” 

Anakin swallowed hard under Ben’s very direct gaze. "I told you, Coruscant, but I was born on Tatooine."

"And you just happened to appear on my land without a speeder or ship or any other transport in sight, raving like a lunatic and calling out my name even though I don't know you,” Ben leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Not to mention talking about Jedi and Sith and the 501st, whatever that is, and a galactic war which doesn't exist."  Anakin felt like whatever he said, Ben wouldn't believe so why even try? But try again he did. 

"I don't know how, okay?" Anakin said, leaning forward into the table and bringing his voice down into a harsh whisper. "One second I'm off world, looking for a holocron, then next thing I know, I'm waking up on your couch. I'm a Jedi! And a general! And there is a war on! "  Ben watched him, inscrutable as ever. Not a single muscle in his face twitched at Anakin’s outburst.

Scrappie brought over four more glasses of the purple stuff. "You look like you could use at least two more," he said in his tinny voice.

"Ah, yes," Ben said as he wrapped his fingers around another glass. "You always know just what I need, Keep." As he drank from the new glass, he continued to watch Anakin. He knew Ben didn't believe him and honestly, he was probably right to. Of course he sounded like a lunatic, of course none of it made sense. 

"I've never been to Tatooine," Ben said instead. 

"It's a shithole, consider yourself lucky," Anakin said, slamming back the rest of his drink, this time without any issues. To think of Obi-Wan never stepping foot on the planet where they met… it defied comprehension. 

Ben’s eyebrows shot up in surprise then he huffed a laugh. "Noted. I didn't have travel plans for it in my future anyway."

"I was born a slave, all right? I was born a slave then the Jedi saved me but they weren't there for the first nine years of my life. Then I had no choice but to leave my mother behind. She just wanted a better life for me."

Ben’s face fell. "Oh, I'm sorry, Anakin." He reached across the small table and wrapped his fingers around Anakin’s. His hand was surprisingly warm, and the fingers were calloused and rough, like laborer's hands. 

He wanted to snatch his hand away from this stranger's grip, but then calmed considerably when Ben began to move his thumb back and forth, stroking his skin softly. He couldn't remember the last time he had been touched so gently, and certainly never by Obi-Wan. Sure, he had given him hugs, reassuring pats on the shoulder and the like, but nothing like this. Nothing that made Anakin wonder whether he might actually want him, too . 

He finally pulled his hand away and looked down at the table, "It is what it is. I can't change it."

Ben lifted his drink with a soft smile. "Too right. Then one must always make the best of their situation if they're unable to change it."

Anakin huffed, "You should still be a Jedi." Ben’s eyes crinkled at the corners then he finished his drink.

He wanted to know more about Ben but the man wasn't very forthcoming with information… but surely he would answer if Anakin asked directly. 

"Where is your family?"

Ben's eyebrows shot up in surprise, then he answered after a beat. "They are dead. They died many years ago."

"Oh," Anakin replied. It wasn't at all the answer he expected, and it made his heart ache even more. "So, then, you live here alone? And you take care of the farm yourself?" 

"Yes, I live alone on my farm," he sighed. "Most of my help comes from my students, and other townsfolk from time to time, as favors to me."

"Oh, I see." It made sense that somehow Ben would rack up favors in this way. Maybe unintentionally, and certainly not something he'd keep track of, but if he really was anything like his Obi-Wan, then it would just happen . Everyone would like him.

"How long have you had it?”

Ben chuckled then leaned back, getting comfortable. "Well, I migrated over here after attending university on the other side of the planet. There's a large, wonderful school in one of our metropolitan cities–”

"I have to say I'm surprised,” Anakin interrupted.

"You assumed the entire planet was as you see here," Ben finished for him. 

"Well, yes," Anakin took another sip of his drink. The alcohol was sweet and warm now – he could easily become addicted. "You said it was an agricultural society, so I assumed it all was."

"Maybe more like 80 or 90 percent." Just then a couple more patrons entered the cantina and made their way to the bar. A human male amongst the quartet looked over to where Ben and Anakin sat, made eye contact, and tipped his hat. 

"Kenobi!” He called in a smooth, deep voice. 

Ben just smiled as he returned to his drinks. Anakin looked between the two of them as the small group took seats at the bar. An uneasy jealousy took a sudden hold of him, but it was nothing to the name which the man called him. 

“So… Kenobi?”  He pursed his lips as his mystery deepened. 

"My family name.” 

"You didn't tell me."

"You didn't ask," he replied, almost in challenge. 

Anakin huffed, "I see." He ground his teeth, flexing his jaw muscles. "How old are you?"

"41."

"Do you have any children?"

Ben chuckled, "No."

"Have you ever been married?"

"Also no."

"Well then have you ever been in love?" He didn't know why he asked that. He wanted to know, but he also desperately wanted to take it back immediately. 

Ben's eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly. "Yes.”

"Are you now?"

Ben took a long sip of his drink, finishing it off as he stared at Anakin. "Why do you want to know all of these things? Am I in trouble? Is this an inquisition, or perhaps you're actually some kind of spy sent here for nefarious purposes?"

Anakin cleared his throat, "Just trying to get to know you."

"So, you can leave in a week,” Ben stated. He had him there. He was leaving, and asking such personal questions wasn't going to get him off this planet any faster, his prying only served to satisfy his own curiosity – and fuel a surprising jealousy. As if he had any right to be jealous of Ben.  Anakin didn't know how to respond, so he didn't. 

"And what about you then?" Ben asked, leaning forward on the table and coming closer to Anakin. "Are you in love now?"

His gaze flicked between Ben’s stormy blue-grey eyes and his mouth as he spoke. His lips were bright red from the meiloorun fruit in the drink, and Anakin wanted to find out if they were as sweet and warm as the alcohol. He hoped the man didn't notice. 

"No, er… no," Anakin lied. "Or… yes. Yes."

Ben arched an eyebrow, "So, is it no or yes?"

"I don't know," Anakin slumped down into the booth. 

Ben’s features softened into something kind and knowing. "Maybe I should get us something to eat," Ben said as he slid out of the booth. "Perhaps we've had too much alcohol and not enough food."

Anakin sank further down into his seat. His head was starting to feel a bit fuzzy. Actually, more than just a bit fuzzy, more muddled and hazy. His inhibitions had already lowered quite a bit, and he was well on his way to doing something he'd probably regret. But… why should he regret it? He was alive and more content than he'd felt in a very long time. He felt more 'in the moment' despite being somewhere he shouldn't be at all, someplace he still didn't know or understand but he still wasn't alarmed. He felt safe.  Ben made him feel safe. 

Was he in love now?

Most certainly yes. But he didn't know if it was with this unknown man and his charm and what he could be for Anakin, or how he could fill the large gaping hole in Anakin's heart.  

Ben returned a few minutes later with some small plates to share, and they ate them more or less in silence. And as the time dragged on, he became tired again. The alcohol, combined with whatever he had been through, was wreaking more havoc in his body.  So, after they finished, Ben offered to get the speeder by himself and come pick him up, but Anakin insisted on walking, so he stumbled back down the street, sometimes with a little assistance (which may or may not have been intentional). 

Back home and exhausted, Anakin fell back onto the couch, pawing at his side.

"Anakin, are you alright there?" Somehow in the time it had taken to pull off his boots and peel off his outer layer, Ben had made some caf for them both. He set the cups down on the table in front of the couch. 

"Yeah I'm just…ugh," he said as he tried to re-situate himself where he sat. 

"Is your side bothering you? Maybe I need to check the bandage, would you mind?" 

The truth was, Anakin would mind very much. The thought of Ben touching him at all right now was too much to bear. But– 

"No, I don't… okay," he said instead. 

"Remove your shirt then and I'll go get my medkit," Ben waved his hand in Anakin's direction, completely unconcerned with his inner turmoil.  Logically , he knew Ben had cleaned him up when he had arrived here, but he had been passed out and unaware. Not awake and already craving the touch.  Ben returned with a small medkit and sat on the sofa next to him as he finished removing his under tunic. He looked down at the bandage and saw a spot of bright red. 

"Ah, it looks like the wound might have reopened," he said, immediately reaching for the bandage. His fingers barely touched Anakin's skin but Anakin couldn't help but flinch anyway. "I've barely done anything yet!" Ben huffed a laugh and he felt the warm air on his neck. Anakin looked up to find the older man close now. So very close. And giving him that gentle lopsided grin that he always loved so well. He could even see the barest hint of a dimple above the edge of his beard. 

"I know, I–" Anakin stuttered. "Just the expectation of pulling it off… I guess."

Ben dragged calloused fingers gently along the edge of the bandage, setting Anakin's skin ablaze. "I'll be gentle, I promise." He nodded shakily and inhaled deeply through his nose. 

Obi-Wan had never been anything but gentle. A gentle smile, a gentle, reassuring touch on his shoulder or back as if to say, 'I'm here at your side' or 'I've got your back.' Even when Anakin felt embarrassed or chastised, or like he'd greatly disappointed his master. Even in their harshest, most difficult moments, Anakin knew the instruction was given in love, even if it didn't feel like it.

He was so lost in thought, in the feel of Ben’s hands on his ribs, that he didn't even realize he had already gotten the bandage completely off.

"Just as I thought," Ben said as he began to dig through the kit. Anakin looked down to see a single line of bright red blood roll slowly down towards the waistline of his pants. Ben pressed a bit of gauze to the leaking wound. "Here, hold this there for a moment."  Anakin placed his hand over top of Ben's fingers and pressed, holding the gauze and Ben’s hand there, not wanting to let go. After a moment, Ben carefully slipped his fingers out from under Anakin's.  

He felt like his world was spinning. Was it the alcohol? The fact that he was losing blood? That Ben was so close? Perhaps a combination of all three. He gently pulled back the bit of gauze to look at the cut. He had no memory of getting that wound at all. 

"What did I do?" He asked dumbly. 

Ben huffed a laugh, "You really don't remember?"

Anakin shook his head. "I remember everything hurting. And mud. Then the sound of your landspeeder."

He smiled, "Of course you would remember that."

"It was the sound of help!" Anakin looked up and met soft blue-grey eyes. 

Ben uncapped a small tube of something and moved his focus back to the wound. "Since I know nothing about how you got to my field, I can only assume that you ran into something before you got there, or perhaps fell onto something and cut open your side." Anakin flinched again when he felt a bit of cool gel touch his skin. 

"Why did it not cut a hole in my tunics?" 

Ben chuckled softly, “Well I'm pleased to hear you didn't notice the mending. That means I did a good job repairing them."

Oh. Ben mended his clothes? Could his Obi-Wan do that? He had never even asked. 

He hissed when he felt Ben’s fingers push into his side. "And what are you doing now?" The question came out in a rush, as if all one word.

"This is a glue which will bind the skin together, rather than having to stitch the skin." Ben carefully covered over the bit of the wound that had reopened. "I'm sorry to say though that I'm rather low on bacta, so you will have a bit of a scar."  Anakin looked up just in time to see Ben’s eyes roaming, slowly taking in Anakin's naked torso. "Though you don't seem to be a stranger to them." 

Anakin didn't know how he did it, but he managed to remain perfectly still as Ben’s fingers danced over his skin, gently touching all his scars. He called upon years of Jedi training and meditation to steady his breath as fingers skated over a small sunburst that sat just under his left pectoral muscle – a bit of blaster fire taken at a medium range. The 501st medic, Bones, had told him he'd been supremely lucky the clanker had been a terrible shot.  Ben didn't ask about any of them but just touched them with such tenderness Anakin could feel tears welling in his eyes. 

"Oh, apologies," Ben said suddenly and stopped. He grabbed another large bandage and tore it open with his teeth. Anakin let out the longest exhale of his life as Ben fit the bandage over the wound, covering it carefully and completely. 

"There we are," he said, packing back up the medkit. "You're good to go. I hope." Then Ben stood quickly and left, leaving Anakin wondering what the hell just happened. 

'Good to go'? Not bloody likely. If Anakin spent any more time with this man, he would never leave. 

Anakin needed time to be alone, to think.  Being around Obi-Wan again was getting his head turned so upside down, he didn't know which way was up. Worst of all, because Obi-Wan was here, he really didn't even want to try and find out how to leave. So that afternoon, and well into the early evening, Anakin went on a long walk. Life moved so slowly here he didn't feel right just doing nothing . Especially when Ben was always buzzing around doing everything, constantly working. But he needed to distance himself from the Ben… and his feelings for the man. 

It was past dinner when Anakin finally returned. The sun had mostly gone down, casting another gorgeous sunset on the land as he walked through fields back to the house. He felt as if the drink in the cantina was very aptly named. Perhaps all the Stewjonian sunsets were this beautiful.  He came upon the back side of the house this time and found Ben alone out in his garden again. He couldn't tell exactly what he was doing, but Anakin laughed to himself as he watched Ben bend down and stand up, disappearing and reappearing behind the tall plants again and again. As Anakin came closer, Ben stopped.

"You returned.” He smiled, but sounded surprised. 

The loose shirt he was wearing was once again opened to mid-breastbone and askew displaying a tan, hairy chest. A lock of his sun-kissed hair fell across his forehead, and Anakin's head emptied of every rational thought. 

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Why would you?" Ben returned. 

Why would he indeed when he should be finding his way off this planet and back home. "My things?" The lie tasted bitter on his tongue. 

"Ah, yes, of course," Ben said. He bent down and gathered a few more of his tomatoes and put them in the sack he had slung across his body. It looked rather full. "Well, I saved you some dinner, if you're hungry."

As Anakin’s eyes adjusted to the twilight, he began to notice tiny intermittent flashes of light around them in the garden. There was no rhyme or reason to the light, it appeared for a second then it was gone again. A few of the lights seemed to be hovering around Ben and he couldn’t help but stare. 

“What is it?” Ben finally asked. 

“The lights,” Anakin said, pointing into the empty space between them. He never knew where the lights would be next, but surely the other man saw them, too. 

“Oh,” Ben said, then suddenly reached out and grabbed one of the lights as it flashed. He cupped his hands together then nodded his head towards Anakin. “Come here.”  Anakin came closer until he was shoulder to shoulder with him. Ben slowly opened his hands just a crack then held them out towards Anakin. He wasn’t sure what to do. 

“Look inside,” he said, holding his hands out. Anakin finally leaned in close enough to peer inside. Within the dark cavern of Ben’s hands, the gentle yellow-orange light flashed again, then again and again. Anakin stood back up smiling widely. 

“Lantern bugs,” Ben said. “The bioluminescence comes from an organ on the underside of their bellies. They flash in the hopes of attracting a mate. We see them during twilight in our warmer months, near the end of the season.”  Whichever universe Ben was in, he was the consummate teacher. And forever interested in studying bugs.  

Anakin stood still, dumbstruck as Ben opened his hands and released the lantern bug back into the air. He watched it flash several more times as it flew up and away from the two of them. When he turned back to the older man, he was watching him, another inscrutable expression on his face. 

"For what it's worth, I am glad you didn't leave yet." He smiled then headed back inside. Anakin followed – eventually. He was too stunned by the admission to move. 

In the kitchen, Ben washed his harvest of tomatoes while Anakin got his dinner. They were silent but it wasn't at all awkward – it felt natural and oddly domestic. That feeling like he belonged here returned. It was strange how easily he could imagine himself here by this Obi-Wan’s side. 

Anakin sat down to eat while Ben continued his work. 

“Did you find what you needed out there?” Ben asked after a while. 

“Not really, no,” he answered. But that was THE question, wasn't it?

"Can I help you then?" Ben turned around and leaned against the sink. 

Ha! Not when you don't really believe me. "As much as I appreciate it, I don't think you can."

"Well," he turned away from Anakin again. "If I can before you're set to leave in four days, let me know."

Four days. 

Help would be there on Coruscant. Someone in the Jedi Temple could help him even if they didn't know him. His 'ravings' about a holocron would make sense to someone. 

But he wasn't sure he'd be able to leave Obi-Wan behind again. 

[changer14]

I need help finding a fic I once read and now I can no longer find.

It's a depressed tim drake story, where the batfam treat him like shit. But in another universe he doesn't exist, I can't remember why but the batman from the universe goes to depressed Tim's universe, kidnaps him, gets Damian and jason back with the knowledge of depressed Tim's universe, and then they all become super protective of him. Tim is trying to fund a way back to that his og universe tho. Eventually he get into the young justice mountain and try to get the device used by batman to return to his universe, but enter Bart who recognizes him from the future and explains it to everybody, dick gets mad at b for not telling him about little Timmy before. And he starts getting super protective of him.

PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT!!! I'VE BEEN LOOKI G FOR LIKE A WEEK! IT WAS ON AO3!

[ambroziadelphine]

Madara in the real world: Chapter 10

Masterlist

Later that night, after Madara and I had eaten and spent the rest of the afternoon together, it was the evening and I had told him I was going to record a video tonight, letting him know I'd be leaving it unlocked this time if he 'needed' me as I left the door cracked open while I got ready. I set up the camera to point on the bed, I was currently going through what I got in the mail and trying to decide what to try first. I had a new vibrator, an ovipositor dildo and a bad dragon toy, only about an inch shorter then Madara, the box said 9 1/2 inches making me shiver, imagining how big he'll feel stuffed inside me.

I opened the box, using body safe disinfectant wipes to clean it fully before clearing everything out of the way and going to change into the lingerie I had Madara pick out, adding a collar and leash I thought would go with it.

I opened the box, using body safe disinfectant wipes to clean it fully before clearing everything out of the way and going to change into the lingerie I had Madara pick out, adding a collar and leash I thought would go with it

I started filming and did a quick intro, explaining what I was reviewing briefly before starting the show. I poured lube on my hand, massaging it into the ridges of the silicone until it was fully coated, I stood on my knees, my ass facing the camera as I slid my panties out of the way, exposing my already wet hole. I couldn't get Madara out of my head now as I took my lubed hand, running it across my slit, spreading my wetness as I circled my fingers over my clit, moaning softly.

I bit my lip, carefully slipping my panties down my thighs as I positioned myself over my new toy, moaning as I rubbed my cunt along the ridges and bumps before the tip sunk into me. I clutched the sheets tightly as I sank down on the huge dick, groaning as I felt it stretch me almost painfully so. I knew Madara would be bigger, and my god I couldn't wait to feel him. I felt my tongue stick out as I reached the curved base of the toy, stilling for a moment as I shook from the intense pleasure and pressure on my cervix before I carefully lifted my hips up, almost slipping the tip out before sliding back down carefully. I moaned loudly as I repeatedly sank down on the thick toy, imagining it as Madara making me whimper, my hips setting a faster pace as I imagined his large hands griping my hips, slamming me back on his monstrous cock as he took me from behind.

My eyes rolled back as my fingers found their way to my clit, throwing my head back as I arched my spine, riding the dick fast and hard as I cried out, feeling my walls clench around the silicone. My vision cut to stars as I came hard, thrusting a few more times before stilling, panting as I laid there in front of the camera for a moment, trying to catch my breath when I felt the bed dip, large hands lifting my hips off the toy with a wet pop. I gasped and tensed up as the hands shifted me so my hip was facing the camera, my core still in perfect view as Madara kneeled behind me, the toy tossed away and forgotten.

"You look so good taking that thing, baby.. Let me give you something better." He muttered into my ear making me shiver, still trying to come down from my first high as I felt something warm and big teasing my entrance. "I can't promise I'll pull out." He muttered making me give a hazy grin, pushing back into him as his tip traced my hot core.

"I don't care." I muttered, rolling my hips into his erection as he gave a dark chuckle.

"Good girl." He growled, as he pushed the tip in, placing his hand on my hip as I moaned loudly. He gave a few tiny, teasing thrusts, barely dipping in any further making me whimper, if this was only the tip, I didn't know how it'd all fit. He took my hair out of its clip, grabbing it and twisting it around his fist until it was taught before slamming his length into me as I cried out, his grip making me press down at the same time. He felt so much bigger then that toy, making my stomach actually bulge like he was stretching into my womb, I could feel tears pricking my eyes from the pain and pleasure washing through me.

"Master~!" I moaned, feeling him pull back out almost immediately, giving me no time to adjust when he yanked my body back by my hair, pulling me back to firmly ram his hips into mine, like he really was trying to break me. I felt my legs shake as he set that rough pace, hard and fast thrusts, holding me painfully tight at the hips as he leaned over me and let out low, wild groans. I felt myself quickly coming to climax as one of his hands found its way to my shoulder, drilling into me harder with the new leverage, as if wanting to test this birth controls limits by fucking me senseless.

"Such a dirty whore… taking my cock so well." He groaned, his hand clasping the back of my neck as he arched my back, pressing my upper body into the bed as he ravaged me like a man who had not seen a woman in centuries. I cried out for him, his hand pulling me back by my leash, the collar squeezing my throat just enough to make my head spin as I lost all thoughts of reason. "Fuck.. I want you to cum for me. Cum on my dick like the little slut you are." He growled out in my ear, my eyes rolling back as my vision went white, blinding me momentarily as he brought my lips up to his to muffle my scream, giving one last shuttering thrust as he emptied his seed into me making me cry out as his warmth filled me. He placed gentle kisses down my neck and across my shoulder, holding me up as my knees gave out under me.

"You did so good for me." He muttered, caressing me softly as he released me, gently letting my worn body fall to the soft bed. He ran his hands over my sides, still buried to the hilt in me as he looked down at my spent form, placing a big hand on the small of my back as he gently rocked his hips into mine making me let out a quiet whimper. "You feel so good, baby.." He groaned, a hand holding my hips in the air as his cock dragged against my swollen walls. He started out slow, easing me into the pleasure as he rocked into me when I felt him brush against a certain spot that had my body shaking, clenching down around him making him let out a low hiss.

"That's it baby.. fuck.. you're so tight." He grunted, his pace getting faster as he held a firm grip on my hips. I had tears falling from my eyes as I cried out for him, my knuckles white with how tightly I was holding onto the sheets, I could feel myself losing it as his thrusts got harsher, his tip drilling into my cervix with such force it rocked my whole body. I felt the coil that had been building in my stomach snap, screaming out Madara's name as I clenched down on him like a vice grip when my orgasm washed over me.

"Fuck.. I'm gonna fuck you until all you can think about is my cock in you.. My little whore." He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he grabbed my hair, pistoning his hips into mine so hard I saw stars. He yanked my head back towards him, pulling me up so my back was almost flush with his chest as he stared at my fucked out face, eyes rolled back with my tongue hanging out, drool coming out of my mouth as I cried out in pleasure. I was so tiny compared to him, but I was taking him so well.

"You like it when I use you like this? When I fuck you like my little breeder bitch?" He growled out, his hand wrapping around my throat as he groaned in my ear. I gripped onto his wrist, holding his hand tighter to my neck as I clung to him, delirious from the pace of his monstrous cock against my overstimulated walls. I felt his dick twitch, his thrusts getting more erratic as he chased his climax, my walls clenching down again just as he pressed me so hard onto him, as if trying to make my cunt mold to his dick when he came, the feeling so intense as my lower belly filled with a strange pressure before feeling a 'pop'. He put a large hand over my mouth firmly, muffling my cries as he let out a loud, husky moan.

"I'm sorry.." He groaned as he held me in place, panting heavily, burying his face in my neck as he left apologetic open mouthed kisses on my skin, his hand travelling down to my belly which now had a slightly bigger bulge then before; I guessed this was more then just Madara's dick inside me. He slowly pulled out, giving me sweet kisses as his cum was dripping slowly down my cunt; I shivered from the sweaty air, belly still holding a slight bulge from what I could only assume was his cum. He stood back to look at me, smirking at the sight of me so fucked out I could hardly move, his thick seed leaking out of me and down my thighs so slowly.

"Now, all your little viewers really will know you're mine." He breathed as he moved my cunt into view where I was before he came in, giving the camera a perfect view of his claim over me, my legs and arms shaky as he helped me lay down, I turned off the camera as a calming silence crossed over us.

"Madara.." I muttered, brain still foggy as I tried to gather my barring's.

"I'm here baby, just relax." He said, laying down behind me and caressing a hand down my sides. I leaned my head back on his chest, whimpering slightly as my core throbbed, looking up at him with hazy eyes making him chuckle lightly, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. "You did so good for me." He mused, pressing light kisses into my hair as he gently massaged my sore hips and thighs a bit before getting up making me whine in protest.

"As pretty as you are covered in my cum, you can't stay like that baby." He chuckled, leaning over to place a soft kiss on my lips before going and getting a warm washcloth as I grabbed the clean towel I always kept in here and cleaning up what I could before Madara smacked my hand away. "You just sit back. You did so good for me, let me take care of you now." He cooed making me blush and sigh, whimpering as he cleaned me up, giving my body a massage, taking extra care to be gentle on my slightly bulging belly, his touch so soft as opposed to the rough fucking he had just given me. He dried me off and picked me up bridal style like I was a feather making me flush a deep red, walking out of the study and into my bedroom where he laid me down gently and got into the covers beside me, wrapping his arms around me .

"Goodnight, Madara.." I muttered, placing a soft kiss on his jaw, he looked down at me and gave a soft smile, his eyes holding a kindness I had yet to see thus far.

"Goodnight, my Queen." He whispered, kissing my forehead before I let myself drift off to sleep, feeling safe and happy with Madara's arms holding me tight.

[ohlooh]

You which trope I absolutely adore that I don't see enough? Character travels into an omegaverse AU.

I read a really good spider-man one on ao3, but I for the life of me can't remember the name.(I'm pretty sure it was abandoned, it was about Peter from the world where Avengers turned evil and he ended up in an A/B/O AU where the Avengers were not only good but his fated mates, the angst was glorious, if anyone knows the name comment pls, I'd like to read it again)

I also read one from @lukewarm-beef-stew , this one is MHA, where Izuku from another pretty bad world ends up in a good, peacefull one.

In the Spider-man one, Peter upon appearing in the new world becomes an omega, in the My Hero one Izuku stays the same.

I read a few others but mostly the gist is character A appears, has no idea what's going on but everyone is acting weird. And a lot of times, surprise character A is an omega now.

And there a two scenarios that I really want to see.

1) Character A is already at least somewhat familiar with the concept. Maybe they have a friend that writes/reads a lot of fanfic and they heard them talk about it. Maybe they read/write fanfic themselves. The important thing is, they already know somewhat what to expect. This could work really well if the assumptions are not accurate to this specific universe, for example, A assumes Heats/Ruts are inherently sexual, because that is the most common interpretation, maybe A worries about how they're going to be treated now that they are an omega because they mostly read works where discrimination against omegas/ them being treated as nothing more than objects was a big plot point. Could lead to a lot of misscomunication and the delicius angst.

2) Character A ends up in a new world and they are Alpha. And are struggling super hard with their new instincts. They're suddenly a lot more agressive and possesive. They're a lot more horny. And everyone acts as if it's completely normal. Everyone expects them to act like this, maybe they even get praised for it. Meanwhile A is drowning in guilt, they know better, they have better self-control than this, what's happening to them? Even better if they end up in one of the worlds where omegas have very little rights. They are expected to just go along with shit they know is wrong, but noone listens to them.

I don't know if these are anything, but if any of it inspires you, please tag me?