#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

5-10 11-15 16-20 21-25 26-30

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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

Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

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

Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

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

[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.

[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

[bjugnakraekir]

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

first two pages under the cut

[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!

[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.

[ladyoldlove]

Eu realmente sou uma garota do século 21. Só de pensar em toda a misoginia naturalizada a que eu seria submetida, provavelmente eu me mataria, mas eu adoro ler sobre isso.

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.

[edgeofn1ght]

all you conceal, let out: ch. 5

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. 5: Despite the overwhelming desire to stay with Ben, Anakin must travel to Coruscant to find out if there's any way he can return to his own home. While waiting for the ship, he learns one more thing about Ben that changes everything.

↳ ch. 1, ch. 2, ch. 3, ch. 4

alternate universe travel • obikin • read on ao3 instead

Anakin dragged his feet long enough and eventually gathered his things — meager as they were — after spending the rest of the morning in bed with Ben. Anakin had to employ every trick he knew to get him to stay in bed longer than he was used to. Ben was much too dedicated to his work, and Anakin needed to spend every last minute he could together with him. All good things must end, or whatever that phrase was that people used sometimes. Though Anakin never really believed it. Why did they have to end?

After eating a late breakfast, which actually could have been considered mid-meal, they got into Ben's ancient speeder and headed into town. Neither of them spoke, neither knew what to say, but Ben held Anakin's hand the entire way, their fingers laced together and resting in his lap. It was supposed to be comforting and reassuring, but it wasn't. As they got closer, Anakin thought that maybe asking Ben to the hangar had been a mistake. It would have been much easier to say their goodbyes on his front porch then take his time walking into town, than to have to walk away from him in the hangar and board the transport alone. The temptation to force him onto the transport was still very strong. And obviously he knew he shouldn't do that, but the thought kept crossing his mind anyway. He had decided he really wasn't above kidnapping Obi-Wan. 

Then they finally arrived. Anakin's future without Obi-Wan awaited. 

In the hangar sat a Consular-class cruiser in the largest — and maybe only — docking bay. Despite no galactic war in this universe, the transport looked exactly the same as the rough and beat-up ones Anakin had seen used by the Republic back home. 

After they stepped out of the speeder, Ben quickly gave Anakin a peck on the cheek when no one was looking, then excused himself to find his friend who had secured the passage. Anakin was left standing alone, staring at the ship. Typically he'd feel excitement, the rush of leaving the planet and hitting atmo, or even his own enjoyment of watching the pit droids work… but he felt nothing. 

His eyes tracked the worker droids as they checked the outside of the ship and loaded cargo. It was clearly not only a transport for living beings. Stewjon most likely sold their crops to other regions or planets, and now Anakin would be part of the Core Worlds’ cargo, too. Ben eventually returned, a man in tow. But not just any man – the man Anakin had remembered seeing in the cantina the first time Ben took him there for drinks. 

“Anakin, this is Naar Kret,” Ben said and the other man held out his hand. Anakin looked down at extended hand but didn't move. Naar pulled his hand back when it was clear Anakin wasn't going to take it. 

Ben cleared his throat, a momentary look of confusion crossed his features. “Yes, well… Naar is an old friend of mine and the captain of this cruiser. He's happy to take you to Coruscant.” Anakin wanted to know how Ben paid his way on the cruiser. It probably wasn't cheap, even if this Naar was a ‘friend.’ 

Anakin pursed his lips. “If this is your cruiser, how were you here a week ago but the ship wasn't?” He crossed his arms over his chest. Naar looked at Ben quickly then back at Anakin. He wasn't sure what that look meant, but he didn't like it. 

Naar's face eventually softened into a knowing grin. “I let a friend borrow it for a run. Any other burning questions you might have… Markl? Was it?” He looked to Ben again then Anakin. He clearly didn't believe that was his real name. 

“Don't you want to know how long I've been a pilot? Or perhaps how long I've known Kenobi? Or maybe you'd like to know that we met –”

“That's enough,” Ben clapped his hand on Naar's shoulder and chuckled weakly. “Don't you have a ship to load, Kret?”

Naar grinned at him, too. “The droids are very good at their jobs, but I suppose you're right. They probably need some supervision.” 

Anakin's curiosity was more than piqued now. He supposed he could ask Naar about that particular story on their voyage, but then he'd have to talk to him. And it probably wasn't something he wanted to actually hear. He sighed, attempting to release some of his jealousy and annoyance into the Force. 

“Why didn't you tell me your friend from the cantina was the pilot?” He asked in a more biting tone than he intended.

Ben furrowed his brow. “I don't really see how it was relevant. Naar is a good pilot and—”

“Not relevant!?” Anakin threw up his hands. He didn't even really know exactly what he was mad at, and if Obi-Wan had been here… “Wait, last night when you were coming to look for me? Why were you looking for me?”

Ben's brow furrowed and he remained quiet for a moment before answering. “Well, I was going to tell you they had moved up the departure of the transport, but then I found you—”

“From your pilot friend?” Anakin interrupted, crossing his arms across his chest again. 

Ben huffed a laugh. “Well, yes, as it is his spacecraft.” He stepped closer, reaching out for the younger man but not touching him. “Anakin, what's this—”

“YOU!” Anakin and Ben whipped their heads in the direction of the very angry voice nearby. The Devaronian vendor, Juhk, was stalking towards them, blaster drawn, the sound of his steps echoing off the hangar walls. 

Ben looked at Anakin quickly then back to Juhk. “Now, Juhk, what's this all about, surely there's—” Ben tried to talk his way out of danger… again. 

“Shut up!” Juhk yelled as he waved the blaster towards them. “Your cousin, Markl, is a dirty thief, is what he is!” 

The statement shocked Ben. Anakin didn't have to do anything at all in this world to keep him safe and yet he had still failed at that, too, instead putting him right in the crossfire. 

The next moments happened so fast, that even much later, when Again tried to recall them, he couldn't ever quite remember the correct sequence of events.  As Juhk got within seven feet of the pair, Anakin's hand quickly moved to his waist where he drew his lightsaber hilt, but he never got to ignite it. The pew! of the blaster rang out, and being in such close range, Anakin had no time to react, even with as good as his reflexes were. But the bolt never hit its mark. The concentrated burst of fire whipped past the right side of his face, leaving a trail of heat on his cheek in its wake, then singed a few rogue curls at his temple. The blaster flew out of Juhk’s hand and skidded across the dirty hangar floor. Anakin's brain caught up just in time to look over at Ben who stood there, arm outstretched and fingers spread wide. Then he was on top of Juhk like lightning, pinning him to the side of the ship. 

“He stole from me!” Juhk shouted again even as Ben held one arm behind his back and the other pressed against the man's neck. Juhk struggled against the hold, but Ben was strong and not so easily cast aside. “He tricked me!”

Ben pressed him harder against the ship as the two of them struggled against each other. “What are you—! Hey!” Ben's arm slipped slightly. “What are you even talking about!?” Ben growled in his ear. 

“He cheats! He lies!” Juhk yelled again. 

Ben turned towards Anakin, confusion coloring his entire face. “Anakin?” Juhk continued to push back against him. Anakin didn't know what to do but stand there, rooted to the spot, frozen, his whole world once again crashing down around him. 

Ben was Force sensitive. 

Ben was Force sensitive. 

He moved quickly to where Ben and Juhk struggled, and gripped the back of the Devaronian’s neck. “You will sleep for a rotation then forget this ever happened,” he pushed the suggestion as strongly as he knew how, anger and confusion lacing his voice. “You will forget about Markl.” Anakin hesitated a moment then added, “And Ben Kenobi. Now sleep.”

Juhk went limp in their hold and they nearly dropped him, but Ben somehow managed to hold on. He stepped back, laying the Devaronian on the ground. Anakin backed away from the ship, from Juhk, from Ben. 

"You lied to me!" Anakin shouted suddenly. 

“Keep your voice down!” Ben said in a harsh whisper as he looked around nervously. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. "I never lied… just…" he said between deep breaths. 

Anakin scoffed, "What would you call it then?? You've been Force sensitive this entire time and never once even hinted at it!"

"You never asked!" He shouted back. His voice returned to a low growl and he continued. "You said I was a Jedi in your world, but I'm not that here! I don't even know what that is, I've only been honest about that. And even then, what difference would it have made if you'd known I had these abilities this whole time?"

"It would—" Anakin started then stopped. He didn't actually know.  Why would it have mattered? What would have changed between them if he'd known? Well that was beside the point now. "You concealed this rather significant piece of you! You know that we can be dangerous. If I'd known you possessed similar powers—"

"You'd what?" Ben said, stepping closer to Anakin, his voice lowering again to a harsh whisper. "Ratted me out? Turned me in to be sold into slavery? I know for a fact that Force sensitives turn a pretty credit out there." 

Anakin growled and turned away. He was upset because he'd fallen in love with this man he thought he knew. And it turned out he didn't know him at all. He merely loved the Ben — no, the Obi-Wan — he thought he knew, the man he had known, his master and friend who was gone. Anakin was a fool. Not for not knowing, but for falling in love with someone he couldn't have and shouldn't even want. For a life he couldn't have. 

"Look," Ben spoke again behind him. It was so quiet he almost didn't hear him. "I'm sorry I didn't mention it. I didn't think it was important quite honestly."

"Not important?" Anakin scoffed. "It's like I've been staying with a ticking time bomb."

"Oh, come now, Anakin, don't be ridiculous," Ben threw his hands up exasperatedly. "I've never had, nor will I ever have, any intention of hurting you, or anyone else for that matter. I've learned to control my powers. I had to. And I also had to learn how to hide them. 

"You clearly know what can happen to the likes of us. I've been essentially on my own since I was FIVE, Anakin. I had no one to protect me — no parents, no other family, no community of peers and friends like me who could take me in and guide me. I've had to hide what I was for fear of hurting someone or them hurting me. You're the only person who's ever, ever seen me for who I truly am!" Ben sighed and turned away. “I felt safe with you. Even though you had your weapon, your lightsaber. Even when you pulled the butter knife on me.” He huffed a small laugh. 

Anakin watched Ben’s back as he stood there. He wanted to be angry, but now he just felt rotten. Somehow, within a week, he had managed to let Ben down, too. 

“Alright, then, she's ready for boarding,” the pilot appeared at the door of the ship, then started down the ramp. He stopped halfway when he saw the motionless Devaronian on the ground, and Anakin and Ben standing far apart from each other. “What just uh…. what happened here?” Naar's hand slowly drifted towards his own blaster hanging at his side.

“Nothing, Naar,” Ben started quickly. “But I may need the use of one of these loader droids to get our friend, Juhk, here back to his home, or his ship, if it's docked here.” He was always so quick on his feet to handle the situation. Anakin stood idly by while Naar and Ben lifted Juhk onto a pallet for the loader droids to carry away. 

“He can sleep it off on his ship,” Ben said, brushing off his hands. Naar seemed to be none the wiser of what might have really happened. Perhaps Juhk’s reputation was Ben's saving grace.

I felt safe with you echoed in Anakin's head as he stood and watched Ben assist with the final preparations. For a transport that Anakin was supposed to be on. He thought about Ben being on his own since he was a small child. He hadn't even mentioned that, he'd only said his parents were dead. At least Anakin had had his mother, then he had the Jedi. So much of Ben's life must have been lived in fear. But none of that was obvious now. Though he was still angry at Ben for keeping this a secret, now he wanted more than ever for him to come with him to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. He could be trained, he could live amongst others like him, get a new family! If Anakin couldn't return to his world, they would take them both in. Of course they would. Of course. They could stay together and never be separated by war again. 

“Alright, we take off in five,” Naar said as he slapped Ben on the back. “Thanks for your help, Kenobi.”

Ben just smiled, but then turned his attention to Anakin. His smile faded and he looked serious again. 

“Don't miss your flight, Anakin,” Ben said. “I've paid dearly for that.” Anakin still didn't know what that meant, but any way he looked at it, Ben had made some sacrifice to get Anakin — a man he didn't actually know — back home. Just like he'd made a sacrifice allowing a strong, potentially-dangerous Force sensitive stranger to stay in his home. Just like he'd sacrificed his great secret to save Anakin's life. 

Ben gave up his bed, his time, resources, food, his home, his very limited money even… all for Anakin. And Anakin had only fixed his speeder and put him in danger in the process. And despite all of that, Ben still came to care for him. 

Ben was still watching him expectantly, waiting for him to board. 

“I'm not going,” Anakin finally said after an eternity passed. 

Ben frowned and took a step closer. “What do you mean you're not going, of course you are,” he said. “You said yourself, you don't belong here. You have friends and family waiting for you there. Think of Obi-Wan.” 

“He's dead!” Anakin shouted as he squeezed his eyes shut then rubbed his face. His chest rose and fell several times in rapid succession. “He's dead, Ben,” he sighed and added more quietly. 

Ben took another soft step closer, maybe three feet away now. “You said he left.”

“I lied,” Anakin replied, opening his eyes again, blue eyes shining with tears.

Ben looked troubled, but still kind. He crossed his arms over his chest. “So then we both lied to each other.” Anakin looked down and away, clenching his jaw. “Though I do not consider such omissions ‘lies,’ more like… half truths.”

Anakin huffed. “To be fair, yours is a bit more relevant to the situation at hand than mine,” he said, a slight edge to his voice.

“Are you coming or what?” Naar's head appeared again at the ship’s entrance. “I have schedules to keep!” 

“One moment, Kret,” Ben said, turning to his friend. “If you please.” Naar rolled his eyes then disappeared back inside. 

“Anakin,” Ben started and surprisingly, reached out for Anakin's hands. “I'm not Obi-Wan. Yes, I suppose technically, I am…being that it is my given name and all, but I am not the man you lost. I don't have his skills, experience, history, past, and most importantly, his relationship with you. He presumably knew everything about you and I know next to nothing.”

“Not everything,” Anakin said quietly. 

Ben frowned but he didn't press. “I know you want to stay because you think you'll get him back, but I'm not him.” Anakin blinked back more tears. “And frankly, it seems like I might be a great disapp—”

“Don't you dare say that,” Anakin said, finally looking Ben directly in the eyes again. Ben looked like he wanted to do or say more but he just squeezed Anakin's hands then let them go.

“You have to go, Anakin. Others are waiting for you.” 

“But what about you?” Anakin asked.

Ben smiled softly, “Well now you know I can protect myself.”

“No, I mean… You out there all alone all the time, with no help? Driving a death trap of a landspeeder? Who's going to worry about you?”

Ben huffed a small laugh. “I have a feeling you will no matter what I say and no matter where you are.”

Anakin knew he couldn't kiss him now, not here in the hangar, but the need to was overwhelming. So he pulled Ben into his arms for a crushing hug. Ben in turn wrapped his arms around Anakin and held him tightly. It was so very easy to pretend it was Obi-Wan. But that really wasn't fair to Ben. 

“May the Force be with you, Obi-Wan,” Anakin said quietly into Ben's ear then kissed him where no one could see. Ben squeezed him even tighter. He finally pulled away and looked away. Anakin couldn't be sure but he thought Ben's eyes were glistening. 

“Now go on,” he said, pushing Anakin towards the transport. “Kret will be giving you hell AND me when he returns.” Ben chuckled, but it sounded empty. 

Anakin walked backwards slowly towards the cruiser, eyes locked with Ben the whole time. Ben smiled even as Anakin walked up the ramp backwards, too, for comedic effect. And when the door finally closed, both of them stopped smiling, missing the other too much already.

[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.

[bakedbeanchan]

Drawing from a mini comic where the timeline is reset but Zuko still has all his memories

Minicomic here

[silencervalkyrie]

multi fic idea: you write several fics of your otp, different stories, different universes even....but they're all connected. Your otp is bound together through space and time and the last fic has them meeting again but having the feeling that they already know each other. And in fact, they do.