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Continuation of ptgreats's post rough draft constructive criticism welcome (it's my first shirt story so it's not very good and it's just an outline)

When I saw him time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and I knew my life would never be the same because I had finally found him. The one. The first boy I would ever kill. He was sitting on the edge of the fountain, oblivious to me analyzing him. He turned around and threw a coin into the fountain to join the hundreds already there. The sunlight reflected off his body to make it look… magical. He looked down at his watch and got up. He began to walk down the sidewalk as I silently followed him through the bushes to the side. Suddenly the park ended. I stumbled out of the bushes disoriented. I forgot I was in New York City, funny how the park sometimes made me oblivious to all the buildings and noise. I looked up, it was almost dark. There was the boy, walking down an alley. Oh the poor thing, doesn’t he know better than to go into an alley where you never know who might be waiting? With a malicious smile I pulled out my knife and followed him into the alley. “Please, help me?” I say. He turned around surprised. “Of course, how may I help a beautiful girl like you?” He says with a smile, which quickly turned to a face of fear as he saw my knife. “Oh pay no attention to this.” I say, “it’s just for protection, you see I’m lost, I can’t seem to find my way home and this knife here my father gave to me so I would be able to defend myself.” This of course was a lie, I never had a father. “Oh, well I’d be happy to help you home then!” He says with a look of relief. I take a few steps closer to him. It’s so easy to trick boys, they will believe anything a beautiful girl will tell them, quite stupid if them. “Oh would you?” I say with fake gratitude. “Where do you live?” “Wherever you are is my home.” I purr as I pull him towards me and kiss him. He tries to pull away but then relaxes and leans into the kiss. I reach up my hand with the knife and caress his back. Then I pull my hand back and stab him right through the back so it pierces his heart. He falls down dead. “Gotcha.” I say with a satisfied smile as I kick his body away. I pull out my burner phone and punch in some numbers. “Mom, bring the dead dealers, I killed my first one.” “Oh honey I’m so proud of you!!!! I can’t wait to tell your maker!!!!!” “Thanks mom, and I’m sure maker will be so proud too.” I hang up. Of course maker will be proud, she’s proud of all her makelings. As are all the other makers. “Woah, is he dead?” I whip around to see a little girl of around 10 standing over my first kill. “Who are you?” I ask “Chandra, who are you?” “I’m Coora, daughter of Kellsen, makeling of Mayla.” I respond. “What are you doing here? Where are your parents?” I ask her. “I don’t have parents, I had a mom but she died, I never had a dad though.” My brain starts to put the pieces together. She’s 10, yes I’m sure she’s 10 I can tell by the shape of her chin (just one of the gifts all makelings have) she never had a father. “Come here.” I say, and she comes over. I take out my knife and put it in her hands, it glows only as it glows for me. “It’s just how Mayla said, she will come on your first kill with no fear in her eyes she will look at the body. She will be 10 years old and the knife will obey her as it does you, for she is destined to have it, for she is to become you apprentice.” “Who’s Mayla? What are you saying?” Chandra asks. There’s no mistaking it, this girl is a makeling.

“Welcome to your new home Chandra.” I say as I lead her into the makers head quarters. There Mayla and my mother are waiting, immediately I’m swamped with hugs. “Her first kill, only at 17 years old!!!” My mom keeps saying over and over, but I have more important things in mind. “Mayla, this is Chandra, she came just as you said.” I pull Chandra in front of me. “What does it mean Mayla, I’ve never heard of a killer who has an apprentice before.” Suddenly all the doors open and makelings and makers poor in alike, all the makelings look as confused as me. “Do you think it’s too soon Mayla?” Asks my mother. “No 17 is the appropriate age as long as they have an apprentice, as is tradition.” Mayla turns away from my mother and turns toward me. “Coora, as you know, I am getting older, I fear I can barley move now, I have no more marrow. As you know when a maker dies,” at this all her makelings, including me all have tears in our eyes, “a makeling of that maker has to take their place. However they must train a killer in their place, you will take my place as a maker.” Suddenly all 10 of the other makers are there. They stare sadly as Mayla addresses the crowd. “My makelings come forward.” Mayla says as all my 300 half siblings come up and join me, we all grab hands. “Oh my poor makelings, I love you all dearly, but I fear I must go now.” At this she goes down the line of siblings, addressing each and sharing a few short words. She skips me until the end, where she kisses me on the forehead. “Good luck Coora, I love you.” She waves and suddenly is gone. There is a pile of ashes in her place. We all break down crying. As we each get an elaborate mini urn with a few of her ashes in them. All the other makelings and makers bow their heads in respect. After a little while everyone is cleared out of the room, as my siblings pass me I see jealous faces as well as respectful, fearful, awestruck, and friendliness all directed at me. One things for sure, the relationships between me and my half siblings will never be the same again. “Will someone please explain to me what is going on here and why there are only female people here?” Chandra addresses the now empty room, except for us two. “Come on Chandra, I’ll take you to your new room and tell you a little story.”

“What do you think?” I ask her as we sit in her new room. “Are the stylists good or what?” “How did they do all this based of my answers to their questions in 10 minutes?” She asks mesmerized. “Well, that’s part of my story, it will explain all this.” “Ok, start your story then Coora.” “Well once upon a time…” “Woah woah woah, I am not a little baby I don’t need all that once upon of time crap just tell it to me straight forward.” Chandra says, surprising me. “Well, there were these scientists…” I begin again, “and these scientists were all female, because you see they all couldn’t stand males. So they were trying to find a way to impregnate a women without the sperm of a man. One day one of the scientists found out the answer, by using the bone marrow of a women, they could impregnate another women, after a few tests they found out the result was only a female. Of course this was good news for them because they hated how girls lives always change when they meet a boy, so no boys no problem. However, the rest of the world didn’t agree with this, so the 10 scientists thought that if they did this, and they had their children do it, then eventually over a long period of time there would be no males left. These 10 scientists went on to be the very first makers, who donate their bone marrow to other women who want to have children but do not like men. Some of these women just don’t like men and don’t want a relationship, or are homosexual. Now, these scientists didn’t want these women to go out and tell the world for fear that they would be hated and persecuted, so they offered them a home in their block of buildings in New York City, eventually the organization got very big, with about 300-500 makelings (the resulting child) per maker. They decided to call the society maker incorporated, and we get our money by selling baby products such as bottles and blankets only for girls. However, there was a problem, more people were having boys, so males weren’t dying out fast enough. So, the killers were made. The killers are normally the children of five of the makers, Mayla, Coorina (my namesake), Larsha, Mika, and Dillee. The offspring of the other makers went on to be other jobs such as stylists, company workers for maker incorporated, dead dealers (who cover up the killed and dispose of any evidence of who did it) and others. These are the offspring of Kepler, Billar, Cochie, Muchu, and Lilliar. Unless a child of the killers wants to be something else and vise versa. I will be taking Mayla’s place.” When I was done with my story Chandra looked thoughtful. “So why am I here?” She asks. “Because I’m taking Mayla’s place, so you will be taking my place as a killer.” Chandra simply smiled at this. “I never liked boys, but who do I kill?” She asked. “Simple, the ones your attracted to.” I say with a smile. “Well I already have one in mind.”

A year later, Chandra is finally ready. We left in the morning and it was dark by the time me and Chandra got to the male’s house. “There he is!!!” She hissed in my ear as she points out the boy through the window. I put my finger to my mouth in response. “Lesson 1: always have a good hiding place.” I say and I quickly run away from the window and into the nearest tree as fast as a squirrel. Chandra follows me almost as fast and easily. Good, I won’t have to put her through training sessions with the trainers. “Now what?” She asks. “We wait.” I respond. After a few hours Chandra almost fell asleep. “Hey!! Stay awake!!!” I say as I flick her in the back of the head. “How much longer?” She asks impatiently. “Until we have a chance. Now remember how I tough you to stab them so it always hits the heart or a vital organ?” I ask. “Yeah, yeah.” She responds and goes through all the motions. I can’t help thinking how it’s not fair. All my siblings had their first kills when they were Chandra’s age. Now that I think back, I always remember being out with my siblings (of course we had to be chaperoned) and whenever I pointed out a boy, the adult would whisper to my sibling and they would slip off. I never saw the boys later!!!! Was I kept from having my first kill? No, not possible. But what about that riddle Mayla gave me? Oh what was it!!! It went something like this. “When the blade pierces the heart and the steel tastes blood, the higher one will fall and be no more.” Oh. Didn’t Mayla say it was tradition to wait until I’m 17? I almost fell out of the tree from this realization. I was kept from my kills, for so many years I was lied to. “Coora are you okay? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” “Yeah I’m fine, just a little… cold.” At Chandra’s look of concern I realized how childish I was being. I needed to focus on the task at hand. They did it for good reason and I need to respect that. “Look!!!! There he is!!!!!” Chandra whispers as the boy walks out the front door with a garbage bag in tow. “Ready? Remember, use my kissing technique or come up with your own. Just don’t let him scream.” I say and watch her slip out of the tree as quiet as a mouse. My heart swells with pride as she silently stalks the boy to the edge of the long driveway. How lucky he gets to live in a park. I wish I could. “Hello?” Chandra says in a week voice. “Who’s there?” The boy asks as he squints into the darkness. “Have you seen my brother? I can’t find him anywhere!!!!!” Chandra cries. “Is he lost? What does he look like?” The boy asks with concern. “Well he has dark skin, like me, and black hair and his eyes are hazel.” She says, ironically describing the boy before her. Then she throws herself against him. “Oh what if I never find him!!!!” She wails into his shoulder. “Hey it’s ok why don’t we go inside and we can call the police?” The boy asks as he embraces her in an effort to console her. “The police? Well they will need to be called anyway… to find you.” She says as she stick a the knife I gave her through his chest into his heart. As the light died out of his eyes, you could see the fear in them, the fear of Chandra. “Gotcha.” She says, using my would have been catch fraise. I jump down from the tree and run to Chandra. “Good job!!!! I’m so proud!!!!” “Ben? Benedict Johnson where are you?” A voice calls from the house. “Coming mom.” Chandra says I the boys voice. Another gift of the makelings. After we hear the door shut, we pull out a burner phone and call the dead dealers. “Maybe I can get my mom to make us chocolates!!! She’s the best chocolater!!!!!” I tell Chandra excitedly. “She’s the only one.” Chandra points out laughing. We both laugh and start to head home arm in arm. However, her first kill might seem like a dismissive right of passage, it means so much more. Chandra will no longer need me and I will begin my training as a maker. We both feel this weighing down on us as we walk back hand in hand. “Are we gonna stay in touch?” Chandra asks with tears in her eyes. “Of course, we’ll be like sisters.” I replied. “But… What if we don’t.” She said. “Then we will always remember each other.” “But what if we forget.” “We won’t,” I said “I will never forget you for my first makeling will be named Chandra”

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MOVING BLOG

I finally have my new tumblr set up–I have a queue on this one still but once it’s done there probably won’t be many posts here. If you’d like to follow my new blog just message/ask me. I’ll only be responding privately.

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I’ve moved and the queue is up! I’ll probably check this blog from time to time but there won’t be much activity here anymore.

For those of you still waiting on prompts to be filled, it’s still gonna happen! I haven’t decided if I’ll post them on this blog or my new one yet.

Ok, let’s face it. The prompt fills aren’t going to happen. I can’t even remember the last time I really wrote something. I’m sorry for leaving anybody indefinitely hanging.

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MOVING BLOG

I finally have my new tumblr set up--I have a queue on this one still but once it’s done there probably won’t be many posts here. If you’d like to follow my new blog just message/ask me. I’ll only be responding privately.

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Catlad!Jason & Robin!Dick, Gotham during winter? Pairing or no, & feel free to use whatever storyline you wish!

Capewrapped around himself tightly, Robin bounced up and down, putting his weighton the balls of his feet and then his heels and back again. Gotham was home.Had been for a while. But nights like these, he missed spending the winters inFlorida. Catwoman darted by two roofs over, Batman in close pursuit. Robinstopped bouncing and tensed, watching for his own target. He didn’t have to waitlong. A slighter figure appeared, his direction northwest instead of thesoutheast Catwoman was headed. Robin grinned and leapt after him.

Strayglanced over his shoulder at the soft thump of Robin’s landing behind him andthen did the one thing Robin wasn’t expecting. He stopped. Robin skidded to astop still several feet away, checking his peripherals. Was this some sort oftrap? Stray had never tried something like that before—he was more of a fightor flight kinda criminal, with a strong preference for fight—but it only tookonce. Robin crossed his arms over his chest.

“DoI talk first or you talk first? I talk first?”

Straygrinned, “How about a truce tonight?”

“Atruce,” Robin said nonplussed.

“Yeah.A truce. You want the Merriam-Webster definition or the Oxford?”

Robintucked his fingers under his arms, even gloved they were cold. Stray shiftedhis weight and fiddled with his yellow-lensed goggles then huffed, his breathwhite.

“Comeon. It’s cold as balls and we both know tonight’s just an excuse for Catmom andBatdad to get their kicks without the kiddos.”

Theyboth made a face, the thought lingering with them a little too long and alittle too detailed.

“Yeah.Ok. Truce.”

“Awesome,”Stray’s smile was easier now. “I know a place with great hot cocoa.”

“Lemmeguess, my treat?”

“Youcatch on fast, pretty bird.”

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Messing around with my touchscreen and brushes on paint, mostly because I needed to scribble for a class activity, and I figured I’d make myself this reminder.

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It's Obikin time! Let's celebrate our favourite ship! Reply with a random headcanon, a fic or art rec, or just why you love Obikin! Feel free to tag people!

Oo-lala! What do I love about aniobi…so much, lol. They’re hot for one thing XD But alsoI love the versatility of the pairing. It can go from fluff to angst to dark(Vaderwan anyone? Mm mm good!) and any iteration in between and still feel 100%in character. I clearly have a type when it comes to OTPs, Cherik, Jaydick,Stucky, Thorki…that’s not a complete list of course but I think that’s enoughto illustrate my point, lol.

SomeObi-Wan Headcanons:

Thetemple archives have conflicting information regarding Obi-Wan’s origins. Thename Obi-Wan Kenobi is very Stewjonian (Qui-Gon Jinn is too for that matter—accordingto me—and one of his parents is Stewjonian and the other Corellian), howeverthat was possibly the name given to him after coming to the temple. Accordingto his records he could be from Coruscant, Stewjon, or Tatooine. It is fairlycertain he has relations with the surname Lars, but that is a lot like the StarWars equivalent to Smith. Obi-Wan was curious as a youngling; he doesn’t reallycare as an adult except in some brief moments of nostalgic reflection. His homeis the temple, his family is the jedi.

Obi-Wanhas a natural affinity for the unifying force and premonitions (I have a bad feelingabout this). With a different master, he might have refined his foresight. However,Qui-Gon was more connected to the living force and thus encouraged Obi-Wan tobe in the present. (Not that I’m criticizing Qui-Gon because I’m not—just aconsideration for ways things might be different for AUs in which Qui-Gon doesn’ttrain Obi-Wan)

Obi-Wanwas a sickly babu (which I think might have been inspired by a fic or few thatI read by Ruth Baulding).Because of this he spent a lot of time in the healers’ wing when he was ittybitty which led to an aversion to going to the healers, and especially bactatanks, that has stuck with him through adulthood. Although the severity haslessened as he’s gotten older, Obi-Wan still gets sick fairly easily, hence whyhe bizarrely ended up with a fever after getting choked out by a Hutt on hisway to Bandomeer in the first Jedi Apprentice novel. During his career as ajedi, it’s not an odd occurrence for him to be pushing through a mission with alow-grade fever. During the Clone Wars, this is very alarming to the 212thand to some extent the 501st, not so much to General Skywalker whois used to it (Padawan Skywalker on the other hand was freaked out the first several times).

I tag @jediempire!

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Hello! For your prompt ask, Obikin, little mermaid au?

Gah! My winter quarter started way earlier than I was expecting. I wasn’t ready! ;A;

This ficlet is based strongly on the fairy tail and completely unrelated to my previous aniobi mermaid au (which is currently quasi-abandoned while I try to figure out where I’m going with it). Prompts are still open but between school and work (and emotional issues), fills will probably be slow going. Thanks so much for your patience!

Obi-Waninhaled deeply, the salty winter air cold in his lungs, and let it back out ina heavy white breath. He leaned against the filigree railing, the ship’srocking a nausea inducing mockery of the ebb and flow of the ocean water he wasso familiar with. He chewed his bottom lip, tasting copper. Just on the horizonhe could see the first hint of rose gold dawn. He wanted…Obi-Wan let go ofanother breath. He weighed the heft of his dagger, the intricate hilt—a dreamyplaiting of icovellavna—shining even in the grey light, the wickedly sharpblade wrapped in leather. A beautiful, terrifying gift. He closed his eyes.

Onlya few feet away, down a short set of stairs, was the honeymoon suite, lavishlyand warmly furnished, the newlyweds entwined together under lush bedding andfurs. He doubted they would even stir if he walked through the engraved door.It would be such quick work then. He could go home, only…Obi-Wan swallowed, hisnausea intensifying at the thought of Anakin’s blood on the blade. There was nohome without him anymore.

“Iwon’t kill, Anakin,” he murmured.

Hewatched the horizon, eyes hot. The sun continued to rise, he could see her radiantcrown piercing the sky and bleeding into the waves. It wouldn’t be long now.Obi-Wan lifted his chin, determined to meet the dawn with dignity.

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kenobisaurusrex

For the send a ship name & I’ll guess the pairing meme.

Took me a second but I think it’s Obi-Wan x Rex?

(I actually don’t know what the popular ship name for that is….so if one is needed….you guys should use that one cause it’s awesome!)

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Yup! It's totally Obi-Wan/Rex, lol.

I'm not entirely sure about the popular ship name myself. I think obirex or rexobi is the most commonly used? But haha thanks!

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Hi, I wanted to know if your prompts and submissions are free, I also wanted to cancel any asks you find from me, I don't want to pay for any requests I made

I...uh...what? The thought has crossed my mind to do commissions, but no I don’t charge for fic.

I have a prompt from you sitting in my drafts still waiting for me to fill. Grad school’s taken a lot of my focus and motivation. Do...you not want me to write it?

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Fall Prompt: Supernatural Anakin/Padme/Obi-Wan.

So I’ve plopped this into my supernatural verse Be Afraid of the Old (They’ll Inherit Your Soul). There are a few other ficlets (you can find them on my masterpost) but this is the only one I think is important to read beforehand.

Fall prompts open!

Obi-Wanstared at the tablecloth, his fingertip dragging over whorls of lace incounterclockwise circles.

“Moretea, darling?”

Helooked up and blinked, the room coming into shimmering focus. The gossamercurtains, framing the large open windows, fluttered with the fragrant breeze. Shuurablossom season.

“I’msorry?”

LadyAmidala smiled beside him, beautiful and luminous in the late morning light, herivory and filigree teapot poised over a matching teacup and saucer in front ofhim.

“Moretea?” she asked again.

“Oh.Yes. Thank you.”

Shetipped the teapot, the tea arcing gracefully and aromatic steam waftingupwards. He took a careful sip—mm his favorite blend—as she refilled her owncup and then set the teapot down. While they sat in amiable silence, Obi-Wan’sgaze drifted back down to the lace tablecloth. Lady Amidala cupped his chin,her hand warm and soft, and tilted his gaze back up to meet her own.

“You’redistracted.”

Washe? Yes, he supposed he was. Perhaps he needed to meditate. Regain his focus.

“Isit because you’ve accepted my husband’s job offer?”

Obi-Wanlooked at her blankly.

“Joboffer?”

LadyAmidala laughed, dropping her hand as her eyes flicking up and over tosomething just behind Obi-Wan. A cold, gloved hand rested on his shoulder.Obi-Wan turned in his chair, tilting his head back. A young man, Lady Amidala’shusband, smiled down at him, blue eyes alight.

“Don’ttell me you’ve already forgotten,” he chuckled.

“It…itseems I have.”

Who—heknew this man, he did. Obi-Wan was certain of it. Why couldn’t he think of hisname? He was generally quite good with names. And places. He glanced towardsthe wide windows, caught by the yellow sunlight.

“Butyou’ll still do it?” Lady Amidala asked.

Ofcourse. It was on the tip of his tongue. Like the lingering flavor of his tea.He stared at the windows, breathing in the sweet summer air. Vader—Obi-Wanclosed his eyes and opened them, that was his name, the name Lady Amidala hadgiven him—caught his chin in his hand, a mimicry of his wife only a momentbefore.

“Justaccept it, Obi-Wan.”

Acceptit. Accept what? His peripheral demanded he look back to the windows, thegossamer curtains, the yellow sunlight, but Vader held his gaze firmly, kepthim looking up and only at him. He rubbed the tablecloth between his fingers.Vader brushed a thumb over his cheekbone.

“Obi-Wan.Say yes.”

Asingle moment of clarity pricked his thoughts.

“It’stoo early for shuura blossoms on Naboo.”

A webof silk-fine cracks spread from that pinprick and the glamour shivered likewind blowing too hard on a mirror.

“AndCoruscant doesn’t have them at all.”

Vaderclenched his jaw and withdrew his hand. Lady Amidala tutted as her glamourcollapsed entirely. Gossamer and warm sunlight were gone, replaced by heavierdrapes and red skies. Obi-Wan turned towards her.

“Isuppose I was too self-indulgent,” Lady Amidala said, pleasant despite theunveiling. “You’ll listen to my husband’s job proposal anyways, I hope?”

Obi-Wanthumbed the tablecloth still in his hand, the table setting one of the onlythings that had not been falsified, then pushed back his chair and got to hisfeet.

“No.I don’t think I will.”

LadyAmidala pursed her lips. Vader was still next to him, taller than him by a goodfew inches and too close but Obi-Wan was not going to let a silly thing likeintimidation and a pretty pout keep him here. The beautiful couple had lured tothat club under false pretenses no doubt and abducted him. If they were willingto go to such lengths just to offer him the job, he was quite certain he wantednothing to with the actual endeavor.

“Thankyou for the tea, my lady,” he bowed shallowly.

He’donly just touched the door panel when Vader spoke again.

“Iam going to kill my sire, Sidious.”

Obi-Wanglanced back at him, unmoved, then at Lady Amidala.

“Mycondolences on your widowing.”

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Fall prompts <3 AniObi bakery au, a rare day off walking in autumn leaves.

Wellp my first go at your prompt didn’t go how I wanted but it’s too cute to discard (toots own horn) so let’s just say I owe you another prompt–one that actually gets to walking in autumn leaves.

Fall prompts open!

Obi-Wanrolled over, throwing an arm over the empty space beside him, Anakin’s absence inbed more obvious by the coffee maker percolating gently in the kitchen than thelack of a person next to him. Obi-Wan yawned and stretched, patting in thegeneral area of the bedside table for his phone. Sunlight bright even to hisclosed eyes, Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose. Then sat up, wide-awake and nearlyknocking the lamp over. Sunlight.

“Anakin!”he yelled, kicking off his blankets.

Hethrew open the closet, yanking on a pair of jeans and grabbing the first cleanshirt he could get his hands on.

“Anakin!”Obi-Wan yelled again.

Wherewere his shoes? No wait. Socks first. Blast it.

“Allyou need is a pocket watch and a cotton tail.”

Obi-Wanglared. Anakin grinned back, leaning against the doorway, two steaming mugs inhis hands.

“Ifit means I get to push you down a giant rabbit hole, it might be worth it.”

“That’snot very nice. I made you tea.”

“Youturned off my alarm!” Obi-Wan pulled his shirt on over his head. “What time isit?”

“Eleven.”

Obi-Wanblanched. He should have opened three hours ago, should have been taking careof the morning baking even earlier than that! Not good. Not good at all.

Anakinchuckled, “You need to relax.”

“Thebakery is my livelihood, Anakin! Our livelihood!”

“Mmhm,”Anakin took a sip of coffee, “which is why Snips hauled her sorry butt out ofbed before the ass crack of dawn today.”

“What?”

“Andbefore you worry too much about her handling the place on her own, Rex and Codyopened.”

“That’sstill understaffed.”

“They’lllive. Fives is coming in for the lunch rush and Thursdays are usually slow.”

Anakin’seyes swept over him appreciatively.

“You’rewearing my jeans.”

“What?”

Obi-Wanlooked down. Yes. Well. That would explain the too long legs andnot-quite-right-fit of his waistband. Anakin smirked.

“Wouldyou like your tea now?”

“…yes,please.”

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Can I ask for a continuation of your Vader finds Obi-wan on Tattooine fic?

(I’m sorry this took so long and is so short--if it helps I intend to make a full fledged fic out of this verse?)

“Mustyour pet be present for all your business, Lord Vader?”

GovernorTarkin’s annoyed holo form flickered. Obi-Wan twitched, sitting stiffly onVader’s knee, as the younger man rubbed a circle on his hip under his thin,black tunic with a fingertip.

“Obi-Wanwill behave himself.”

“I’meven housebroken—” Vader knotted his hair around his fist and yanked “—ngh.”

“Willhe now,” Tarkin deadpanned.

Obi-Wansucked in a breath through his teeth as Vader pulled sharply again. Head bentback, he stared up at the bright ceiling lights, tears pricking the corners ofhis eyes and his entire scalp stinging. Vader loosened his grip, his hand—warm,human—resting at the base of his neck. Obi-Wan shivered.

“Yes,”Vader squeezed.

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So you're the one writing the daypire Vader au!! It's awesome. Please can we have a little more with the coven's reaction to little Obi-wan coming home with vampire bites?

(Thaaaaanks! This is almost directly after this. Other fics in this ‘verse are here and here.)

Standingbefore the Council, Qui-Gon resisted rubbing his temples. This was his thirdsummons in as many weeks.

“Theboy must be confined to the healers’ ward,” Saesee Tiin said.

AndObi-Wan’s second escape attempt. His first try being the cause of the secondsummons, and Qui-Gon’s not entirely sanctioned rescue of Obi-Wan—a unanimoushad never been made in regards to the coven’s response to Vader’s boldabduction—the first.

“Hetries to flee because he is accustomed to Vader’s bite,” Qui-Gon said.

“Addictedyou mean,” Mace corrected.

“I,”Qui-Gon sighed. “Yes. You’ve seen the marks for yourselves. How could he notbe?”

“Whichis why he should be under the surveillance of the healers.”

PloKoon nodded in agreement with Mace, “The youngling is unhappy and unwell.”

Qui-Goncould not disagree. Obi-Wan was all of these things and he would benefit froman extended stay amongst the healers. However, he still hesitated. Malcontentas Obi-Wan from withdrawal, his sobbing was near unbearable whenever Qui-Gonleft him with the healers.

“Iquestion the wisdom of training him at all,” Saesee Tiin said. “Even if he isfreed of the addiction, he will always be susceptible.”

Yoda harrumphed loudly,“Taught resistance can be. Continue his training will.”

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So you're the one writing the daypire Vader au!! It's awesome. Please can we have a little more with the coven's reaction to little Obi-wan coming home with vampire bites?

(Thaaaaanks! This is almost directly after this. Other fics in this ‘verse are here and here.)

Standingbefore the Council, Qui-Gon resisted rubbing his temples. This was his thirdsummons in as many weeks.

“Theboy must be confined to the healers’ ward,” Saesee Tiin said.

AndObi-Wan’s second escape attempt. His first try being the cause of the secondsummons, and Qui-Gon’s not entirely sanctioned rescue of Obi-Wan—a unanimoushad never been made in regards to the coven’s response to Vader’s boldabduction—the first.

“Hetries to flee because he is accustomed to Vader’s bite,” Qui-Gon said.

“Addictedyou mean,” Mace corrected.

“I,”Qui-Gon sighed. “Yes. You’ve seen the marks for yourselves. How could he notbe?”

“Whichis why he should be under the surveillance of the healers.”

PloKoon nodded in agreement with Mace, “The youngling is unhappy and unwell.”

Qui-Goncould not disagree. Obi-Wan was all of these things and he would benefit froman extended stay amongst the healers. However, he still hesitated. Malcontentas Obi-Wan from withdrawal, his sobbing was near unbearable whenever Qui-Gonleft him with the healers.

“Iquestion the wisdom of training him at all,” Saesee Tiin said. “Even if he isfreed of the addiction, he will always be susceptible.”

Yoda harrumphed loudly,“Taught resistance can be. Continue his training will.”

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AniObi, role reversal au, padawan Anakin and his master Qui Gon meets the nice-but-still-dangerous Sith Lord/Sith Affiliated Obi-wan. Anakin has an he's-so-nice-to-me-but-is-it-because-he-has-a-hidden-agenda-or-is-he-nice-because-he-just-is internal debate (alternatively, cue, [internal screaming]) while dark!Obi-wan is bemused.

Outnumbered,outgunned, and captured. Anakin glowered, keeping an eye on the droid that hadconfiscated his lightsaber in his peripheral.

“Justa blue milk run,” Anakin bit out. “Isn’t that what you said, Master?”

Qui-Gonshrugged as much as his restraints would allow, cutting off his retort as thedroid regiment parted to make way for—Anakin squared his shoulders, a thrillrunning up his spine—Count Dooku’s heir and favorite apprentice.

“MasterJinn. Padawan Skywalker,” Viscount Kenobi intoned. “We really must quit meetinglike this.”

Anakinlifted his chin.

“Oh.”

Kenobicocked his head, then moved in close enough that Anakin could smell his gentlyfloral cologne. Almost reminiscent of Padme, sweet and natural. Kenobi touchedthe shorn hair behind Anakin’s ear, his hand warm and bare, and trailed hisfinger down to Anakin’s collar.

“Isuppose congratulations are in order, Knight Skywalker,” he said, a smileplaying on his lips.

Anakinstared at those lips. If he just leaned in…Qui-Gon cleared his throat. Kenobidropped his hand, his touch gliding down Anakin’s tunic before he stepped back,his attention on the older jedi now. Cheeks hot, Anakin tried to recover fromhis embarrassing lapse.

“Thisis a Republic world,” Qui-Gon said. “The Confederacy should have no presencehere.”

“Funny,”Kenobi said. “The Houyhnhnm chieftains have assured me otherwise.”

“Theyinvited us here less than a week ago,” Anakin protested.

“Alot of things can change in a short amount of time. Alliances, feelings,destinies,” he shot a brief but heavy look at Qui-Gon.

Anakinglanced at his master, but Qui-Gon’s expression gave nothing away, and afterthat cryptic reference Kenobi was apparently done with them.

“Youwill be escorted off world like the rest of your lingering Republiccompatriots.”

“That’sit?” Anakin said. “No threats? No keeping us as hostages?”

“Anakin,”Qui-Gon said warningly.

Kenobismiled. Beautiful. Always so beautiful. Even when they were going toe to toe,sabers clashing. Or maybe he was most beautiful then. Anakin’s heart thumpedhard in his chest.

“Wouldyou like me to keep you?”

“N-no.”

Maybe,yes.

“Mm,”Kenobi claimed Anakin’s lightsaber from the droid, hooking it on his belt withquirk of his mouth. “Of course not.”

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AniObi, Obi-wan as a lounge singer and Anakin as the completely smitten waiter

Anakin sighed as Obi-Wan crooned the last notes of his set. He bowed to the applause—and catcalls—and gave the audience a cheeky wink before heading off stage. Anakin watched him slip into the dim light, pretending that wink had been especially for him.

“Skywalker.”

Anakin jerked around, I didn’t do it reflexively on the tip of his tongue as he faced the Temple’s bar manager, Mace Windu. The man’s expression gave away nothing, except maybe a general disdain, but it wasn’t a reprimand Mace had ready for Anakin. Instead he handed him a tray with an iced glass and two bottles of Nubian water.

“Take this to Kenobi,” he nodded in the direction of the backroom that was off to the side of the stage, down a long hallway that only employees and special guests were allowed in.

“Really?”

“Yes really,” Mace said nonplussed.

Anakin quickly discarded his other tray still holding the empty glasses from three tables ago when Obi-Wan had started singing one of his dirtier numbers. Mace rolled his eyes but didn’t bother with a remark. When Anakin put his mind to it he was a great waiter, lucky for him he was a passable waiter even when he didn’t. He made a beeline for the hallway, dodging patrons and fellow servers, earning a glower from Aayla when he almost jostled her.

“My bad.”

“Hmph.”

The backroom was organized chaos, costume racks, extra chairs, spare bits and bobs, and lit vanities covered in makeup and styling kits, most of them occupied by performers in various stages of undressed. A mouse droid scurried past Anakin’s foot. Obi-Wan sat on the edge of the vanity nearest Anakin, still in his gorgeous red synth-silk number, one bare foot tucked under him while he ran the other over the floor back and forth. Anakin licked his bottom lip.

“Dinner at Dan Tana’s, tickets to the Mon Calamari Ballet,” Obi-Wan lamented.

“It sounds like an ideal date,” Luminara said, touching up her makeup, she was on in five.

“It might have been if he hadn’t been a complete bore interested in only one thing and believe me it was not Squid Lake.”

“Ah.”

“I like Squid Lake,” Anakin blurted out.

The two performers looked at him with arched brows. Anakin winced internally. Luminara’s mouth twitched and she stood, flicking out her dark skirt.

“And on that note, I best get on stage.”

Obi-Wan waved her off then turned his attention back to Anakin.

“Something I can help you with, Anakin?”

He needed to say something, anything. As long as it was wizard.

“I carried your water,” Anakin’s cheeks burned. “Brought, I mean, I brought your water.”

Obi-Wan smiled and leaned back on his palms. Anakin kicked himself repeatedly, keeping his eyes down as he set the water and glass on the vanity. Stupid, stupid.

“When did you see Squid Lake?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Huh? O-oh. It was on the holo last month,” he said.

His mom had put it on and they’d both cried at the end but Anakin kept that part to himself.

“Am I really so intimidating?” Obi-Wan teased.

“You’re gorgeous,” Anakin gushed.

Fierfek. Obi-Wan laughed.

“Will you be at Dex’s after closing?”

“Uh…”

It was a regular thing with the performers and some of the staff but Anakin had never been invited before.

“Should I be?”

Obi-Wan grinned and nodded, “You definitely should.”

In case anyone was curious where my thoughts strayed when I got this prompt:

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AniObi, Ghost!Obi-wan meeting previously mortal-now-vampire!Anakin after a hundred years and is shocked to find out that Anakin Turned to stay with him

(So funny story, I used to be really into SPN. And why yes I am a former Superwholock-er! But then I somehow fell into the DC fandom and then took the plunge into SW with @jediempire--where previously I’d only splashed around in the kiddie pool)

WARNING: Here there be blood and violence!

Obi-Wantightened his jaw as one of the hunters, there were five of them this time, pushedopen the crèche with the butt of his shotgun. Once lovingly decorated in warmpastels and plush comfort it was little more than burnt frames and molderedrags now. Tattered curtains, patched with cobwebs, fluttered in the stirred airover broken glass. The hunter made his way further into the room. A model plane,brittle and caked in ashy dust, crunched under his foot. Obi-Wan clenched hisfists, the temperature dropping with his anger, and what was left of the windowsrattled, a child’s cry echoing in his memories.

“I’vegot activity up here,” the hunter called, raising his gun.

I’llshow you activity, Obi-Wan thought icily, shoving the man into the far wall.Flickering into corporeality he stood over him, frost creeping over the floorand curling the blackened wallpaper. The man groaned and grasped for his weapon.

“Damned—”

Obi-Wanstared down at him coldly, “You might be.”

Heripped the shotgun away from him, sending it clattering against the oppositewall, only to double over with a choked gasp, soul burning. One of the otherhunters had found his tether to the physical world. He stumbled back andslipped through the cracks of tangibility into the charred office.  Three of the hunters stood around a splinteredmemento box on the half-collapsed desk, floorboards torn up and remnants of bookshelvesoverturned around them. Dark smoke rose weakly while the box’s rotted velvetinterior smoldered. Obi-Wan took a step towards them only to find himselfstopped short by a thick barrier of salt. He hissed as a round of rock saltripped through his physical form, whirling around to face the fifth hunter inthe doorway. Another shot scattered his shoulder like mist. He could feel theflames in his heart, searing and indifferent. This was it. His second end, thefirst still glowing red and screaming black in his broken timeline.

Thehunter grinned, alert but victorious, right until the moment he died with agurgle. Obi-Wan watched, stared, flickering in and out of the physical world.Shouting and gunfire and screaming, their salt rounds completely uselessagainst the ravening beast tearing them apart. Blood splashed in great arcs ofarterial spray, painting the walls and extinguishing the flames with a shorthiss, and then silence descended again.

Therapacious creature tossed aside some meaty clump of flesh and turned to him,eyes a putrid yellow and so, so familiar. Face and hair dripping with blood, theboy—man?—looked ready for rebuke and eternally unapologetic, but Obi-Wan had nowords. He should be gone. Long, long dead like so many others but here hestood, reaching into the ruined memento box, and pulling out a carved ivorypendant on a decayed string of leather. He rubbed his thumb over the bloodsmeared engravings.

“Anakin,”Obi-Wan said, finally finding his voice.

“Obi-Wan,”the young-ancient man knotted the leather around his throat, gaze challenging.

“There’sstill one of them upstairs.”

Awolfish grin curved Anakin’s mouth, the sharpened point of his fangs almostmesmerizing. He approached Obi-Wan, grinding out the line of salt with hisheel. Obi-Wan sucked in a startled breath when he cupped his cheek, the touchshockingly solid and so warm from stolen heat.

“Youshould introduce me.”

Obi-Wanfelt a smile tug at his lips, “Of course. We’re dead, not uncivilized.”