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obi-wan kenobi x gn! reader: 1/2

<a/n: one-shot after the image! this is for the obi wan girlies hehe. also yes i am still alive, i sort of moved to a new country and joined college and stuff-

you will find- banter! flirty friendships, sparring, lightsaber combat and probably some nerdy infodump about lightsaber combat forms.

A sigh escaped your lips as you pulled yourself up to stand up on the white mat. You let yourself observe the quiet, calming hum of the Force flowing through you. Ever present. Ever peaceful.

You make a few short strides to the centre of the Temple’s sparring arena. Coruscant’s sun gently illuminated the room, bringing to your notice the tiny dust particles floating about in the air.

You pulled out the metal hilt of your lightsaber from its belt loop. It hummed to life. As you heard it’s whoosh, you also heard Master Windu’s words in your mind’s voice: “Discipline. And patience. They are incredibly important, and yet incredibly rare marks of a skilled Jedi.”

You allowed your body to re-familiarize itself with the weapon, just as you had done countless times before. It was an extension of yourself. And you were an extension of the Force.

Somehow, Master Windu had agreed to teach you the Seventh Form. “This form is as much a very specific state of mind, as it is a form of combat.”, he had explained as he guided you through the first kata a few days ago.

You took the opening stance: the hilt of your lightsaber held close to your body with both hands, the tip pointing straight ahead. “Slow, controlled passion,” Master Windu had said. “Disciplined anger.” 

You allowed your worst emotions to build up within you. Anger. Resentment. Bitterness. Cautiously letting them come to a crescendo. And then as you let the emotion flow, you precisely directed the stream of thoughts to aid your movements.

And, finally, you stabbed,slicing the air before you faster than you could consciously process as you stepped forward. Each movement was fierce in it’s raw emotion, yet controlled enough not to lose your balance.

You spun around, as if to avoid grazing against an opponents saber, then jumping forward and pushing yourself further with the Force, as you swung downwards with all your strength as you landed, beige and brown robes flowing behind you.

Another stab. Another spin. The Force around you was thrumming with energy, almost electric. You continued, losing yourself in your exercise for… you weren’t entirely sure how long. Until you had to inevitably pause to catch your breath, and release your overpowering emotions into the Force.

That is when you looked up. Leaning against the door, was none another than one of your closest friends, the person you had known ever since you were both initiates in the creche: Obi-Wan Kenobi. Wearing the same Jedi robes as you, sporting an identical padawan braid to yours across his right shoulder.

He seemed to have been quietly observing you for a while, a quiet look of awe on his face. You met his striking blue eyes, still a little breathless from the recent exertion.

“Hello there.”, he greeted as he stepped into the area, a playful lilt to his tone.

“Obi-Wan.”, you smirked back, trying to catch your breath, hands on your knees. “What brings you here?”

“About the same thing as you. I wanted to train.”, he replied, smiling. “But someone distracted me”

“I see Master Windu has taught you well.”

“I hardly know what I’m doing, honestly.”, you respond with a dismissive wave of your hand as you sit down cross legged on one of the mats. He followed suit, and sat next to you.

He raises an eyebrow at your dismissal. “Really? Are you purposefully trying to make me underestimate you?”

You can’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head simultaneously. “I know you are far too intelligent to make that mistake, Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan chuckles softly. The both of you sit there silently in the arena until you slowly catch your breath, and take a swig of water.

“Say, are you too tired for a spar?”, he quips up.

“I could beat you half asleep, Kenobi.”, you tease.

“"That so?" He’s already on his feet, lightsaber hilt in hand. "Then let’s find out."

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tom riddle x gn! reader: oneshot

<a/n: oneshot after the image! haven't written in a while so i lowkey feel like this sucks. ps: sorry i disappeared for like 5 months lol i had to graduate. >

tags: mentions of a difficult childhood, orphanage, bullying, hurt/comfort, fluff

He was sat across you, writing his History of Magic essay with his ever-so-neat handwriting. The only sounds you could hear were those of his quill scratching the parchment and of you turning the pages of your Potions textbook.

As Riddle wrote, his other free hand rested on the table, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the fact that he had really pretty hands. Your eyes subtly scanned them and eventually landed on the sleeve of his robes… which seemed to be a little torn and frayed at the edges.

You smiled to yourself, knowing the exact spell required to make the sleeve good as new… secretly hoping that Riddle would give you one of his rare smiles when you did. Perhaps it’d make the boring study session slightly more entertaining, and the rather bleak winter evening more colourful.

You tentatively reached your hand to gently hold his wrist, and gave him a soft smile. “I could fix that… may I?” You asked, gesturing to the torn sleeve.

To your surprise, Tom did not give you even the smallest smile. In fact, he flinched and harshly pulled his hand away, giving you an accusatory glare at the same time. “I’d much appreciate if you wouldn’t disturb me when I’m trying to work. And I know perfectly well to take care of my own clothing, thank you.”, he snapped. “I think I’d much rather spend my evening with someone who isn’t so dull and irritating to the core.”

“I didn’t mean-”, but you were rudely cut off mid-sentence by Riddle slamming his textbook shut, stuffing it into his satchel and storming off, out of the library.

You were left sitting alone in the library, feeling an odd mixture of guilt, anger, and confusion, holding back tears.

It was the next evening, when you were approached by the dark-haired prefect again. You had been reading by the fireplace in the Slytherin common room when he came up to you, fists clenched at his sides in nervousness. “What do you want, Riddle?”, you spoke, rather harshly, as you sat up straight to face him.

“I am… sorry.”, he replied, voice strained as if it was taking him a great deal of effort to get the words out.

You slammed your book shut, tossing it aside on the couch in annoyance. “I am sorry too.”, you replied, not a hint of emotion in your voice.

“You’re sorry?”, he asked, frowning in confusion.

“For assuming we're friends.”

For a split second a look of hurt flashed across his sharp features, until, ever the Slytherin, Riddle schooled his expression to appear vaguely sad.

“I should not have spoken in that way to you.”, he begins.

“No, you shouldn’t have.”, you retort.

You are both silent for a few moments, and the air has a sort of charged tension which makes you feel like either one of you would be storming off at any moment.

It comes as a bit of a surprise, then, when he instead chooses to sit close to you on the black couch, the water from the Great Lake casting a greenish glow upon the two of you.

“I really am sorry. I must admit, out of sheer habit I had assumed the worst intentions out of you.”

Those deep brown irises of his conveyed a kind of sincerity you had never before seen in him. You hoped to Merlin it was genuine.

“It is no excuse but I’d like to…er, explain why I behaved in such a way. Not justify, just explain.”, he said, a request for you to kindly hear him out implicit in his words. You somehow found yourself nodding, silently urging him to continue.

“You know where I grew up. I much prefer to hide it, but somehow your… constant affection has gently coerced me into entrusting to you the things I wish I could hide even from myself. ” He pauses, sighing and staring outside the dungeon windows, into the depths of the Great Lake.

“As would be expected, the orphanage wasn’t made of money. They could hardly feed us twice a day.” He was practically avoiding your eyes now. “My wardrobe essentially consisted of the worn clothes people donated. And, well.” A pause. “My first time on the Hogwarts express, a group of Ravenclaws found it a good enough excuse to remind me of my inferiority… and throw a couple of assorted hexes my way.”

Realization dawned on you, and at once you took his hand in yours, gently caressing his skin with your thumb. “Oh…”

“Well, since then I’ve managed to handle such issues with reparation spells, but I suppose I missed my robe’s sleeve. Which caught your attention yesterday. And… and when you tried to fix it, I just...”

You could bear it no more, and without any warning he was engulfed in a hug. “Tom, I’m so so sorry. I should’ve known.”

“No, it is my fault, for comparing you to someone who was been cruel to me, when you’ve always shown me nothing but the complete opposite.”, he breathed out softly.

There was a look of steely determination on your face now. “Promise me one thing, Riddle.”

“Hmm?”, he inquired, far too occupied with staring into your eyes to bother with actual words.

“Next time you feel like that, please… please just talk to me.”, you request. “I hate when we hurt each other in such a way.”

“Anything you ask.”, he says. You beam at him and gently kiss his forehead

The rest of the evening was spent cuddling on that couch, whispering sweet nothings to one another and watching the fish swim by in the lake.

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draco x reader: oneshot

<a/n: oneshot after the image <3 >

You were halfway through your Potions lesson, and Professor Slughorn had just instructed everyone to begin the brewing process for the Draught of Peace. The process was very intricate, but you liked the subject, and were thankfully paired with your best friend, Draco Malfoy, who knew what he was doing when it came to this class… unlike most.

Presently, you were in Professor Slughorn’s storeroom, collecting the required ingredients in a little basket while Draco went through the steps.

However, there was just one small hiccup which was making the process way longer than necessary. The main ingredient- powdered moonstone, was at the topmost shelf, which you couldn’t reach. To make matters worse, there was no stool or ladder which you could use, and you couldn’t risk using magic to levitate the moonstone to you, because it might damage the nearby ingredients.

So, your only option was to get on your tiptoes, stretch out your arm and try your hardest to get that damn bottle of powdered moonstone without embarrassing yourself.

You were about to jump and finally grab it, when you heard another person enter the small storeroom.

“Ah, I was wondering what was taking so long.” Draco leaned against the doorframe, chuckling softly and looking irritatingly smug.

You sighed in exasperation. “Can Slughorn stop putting everything on the top shelves?!", you whined to him, still stretching out your arm towards the top shelp, but in vain.

Draco shook his head and stepped closer to the shelves.

“"It's not his fault you're vertically challenged." , he teased.

You shot him a deathly glare. “What did you just-”

But whatever retort you had got stuck in your throat as Draco stepped right behind you, leaning over and easily reaching that top shelf. You could feel one of his hands brush lightly against the small of your back, and with the proximity, you could easily smell his cologne, which enveloped all your senses.

You fell silent, and were almost certain that Draco had stood in that position for longer than was strictly necessary. Then he spoke up, his voice a low whisper. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

You playfully nudged him aside and smirked up at him. “Nice try, Malfoy. But I could have gotten it myself, y’know.”.

Draco raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, and smiled… that stupidly attractive and annoyingly smug grin of his was slowly driving you insane. “So I’m ‘Malfoy’ now, just because I helped you?” He leaned in closer, smirking right back at you.

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest, but you’d be damned if you showed him how nervous you were.  You smoothed out your robes and stepped out of the cramped… and suddenly rather hot storeroom.

“You should focus more on brewing the potion, Draco.”, and you walked back to your shared desk.

Draco followed suit, rolling his eyes, with the small bottle of powdered moonstone in his hands. Unbeknownst to you, with a rather fond smile playing on his lips.

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saiki x reader : oneshot

( a/n: oneshot after the image <3)

I let out a sigh, my breath was visible in the cold air. It was mid December, and this was one of the coldest weeks of winter. I was wearing four layers of clothes but to no avail. Goosebumps covered my arms as I rubbed my palms together for some heat. It wasn’t snowing today, but it was extremely foggy. It didn’t matter though, the cold mercilessly ruined my morning anyways. 

Currently, I was stood outside Saiki’s house, waiting. We had planned to walk to school together. I was pretty sure Saiki could use his powers to help out and warm me up a little bit, but I had never asked. It felt kind of selfish. Besides, I didn’t wanna annoy him, I could manage just fine by myself. A shiver went down my spine and I hugged myself to preserve body heat.

The door opened and Saiki walked out. He nodded at me in acknowledgement. Both of us began to walk to school in a comfortable silence. Then he spoke up.

“You’re extremely cold, aren’t you?”, I heard his voice in my head.

“What? No, I’m fine.”, I reassured him. Well, all the feeling from my hands had disappeared and I was sure that my blood was turning into red ice at this point... but I was fine. I could take care of myself without bothering him. I am a strong independent woman!

“I can hear you, you know.”

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, and gave him a half-hearted scowl. Unsurprisingly, it was unconvincing and ineffective.

“What a pain.”

Before I could reply, Saiki grabbed my freezing, pale hand. I instantly felt his warmth transfer to me. Within seconds, all the cold went away, and the blood returned to my face. 

I had expected Saiki to let go of my hand when we reached a more crowded street, but he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t let go until we were in the comfortable warmth of the school corridors, while simultaneously refusing to make any eye contact. 

“You’re such a tsundere.”, I said to him

“No, I’m not. Also, that’s such an outdated word.”, he argued.

I smiled gratefully at him. “Thanks a lot Saiki. Really.”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

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update

Will most likely post in about 3 weeks! I'm currently travelling so please bear w me !

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saiki x reader : oneshot

(a/n: oneshot after the image <;3)

The train was empty, apart from the two of us. Golden sunlight entered through the windows. I could hear the constant rumble of the train taking us to our destination— home. And I could feel the slight weight of him sleeping on my shoulder.

Saiki had passed out when the train became empty (except for the two of us). For the last three days he had been on a school trip with his class. I was part of the class too, but I hadn’t gone. He’d told me that he didn’t get much sleep the last two nights, especially yesterday because he accidentally made the hotel his school was staying at disappear into thin air.

The context? Saiki had been at the beach when Teruhashi had inquisitively pulled out his power-limiter, causing the whole hotel situation to occur. It must’ve been stressful. 

I had missed my best friend these few days. Hence, I promised him coffee jelly and bribed him into going to a café with me. He’d agreed, and we were currently on the metro on our way back home.

Sleeping was the only time the psychic got a break from the constant turmoil of always being able to hear people’s thoughts. No wonder he was exhausted. As soon as the train had begun to empty out, he had relaxed and slowly began to slouch in his seat... and eventually fallen asleep.

Saiki had ended up with his head on my shoulder about fifteen minutes ago. At this close proximity, I could breathe in the subtle scent of his shampoo. My stomach did a strange cart-wheel. He looked pretty in the golden sunlight.

It was moments like these that I felt extremely grateful that Saiki was a heavy sleeper. And even more grateful that he couldn’t hear my thoughts while he was asleep.

His hair was so soft. His stomach slowly rose and fell as he breathed. I could feel his warm breath on my arm. His face, as always, was emotionless even when he slept. His green-tinted glasses were slowly sliding down his nose. 

I smiled to myself and pushed his glasses up for him. He stirred in his sleep. Afraid that I’d woken him up, I sat completely still. 

Thankfully, he was still sound asleep. Saiki adorably snuggled closer to me, and I could feel his warmth even more now. 

An awake Saiki would never in a million years do something like this with anyone. But sleepy Saiki was a different story.

I tentatively raised my free hand up and gently stroked his soft pink hair, careful not to touch his power limiter, while removing a few strands of hair from near his eyes. 

The sun was slowly setting, and we would be home in another fifteen minutes. Here I realized that, for once in my life, I was truly content in the present moment.

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saiki x gn! reader hcs

 he’s usually the one to do the little things for you (acts of service is his love language hehe)

except when there’s a roach in his room

now its ur turn

if you’re scared of bugs too but still try to help him out it would make him smile but he’d never admit it, ever.

one time you bought him a coffee jelly maker for an anniversary and he almost cried

mans literally forgot hes a tsundere and hugged u then and there

u buy each other snacks, esp during exam szn

he uses his pyrokinesis to warm you up during winter

sometimes when your hands are cold you hold his hands and he doesn’t use his powers to warm u quickly… wonder why

when u wanna have an important conversation he’ll wear his germanium ring to help u feel more comfortable

lowkey possessive and wont let u out of his sight for too long

complains when you steal his clothes but doesn’t actually mind

- "why do u have this zebra looking sweater"

- "worry about your own clothes"

- "no im stealing it."

- "what a pain."

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Introduction

Hello people-reading-this-post! I’m Cherry(she/her), the owner of this fanfic account. I post oneshots here on tumblr and my longer fics will be linked shortly in a masterlist thread. 

My fandoms include (but are not limited to):

Harry Potter

The Disastrous Life Of Saiki Kusuo (TDLOSK)

BBC Sherlock

Percy Jackson

Miraculous Ladybug

Some facts about me and my work:

Totally open to writing fics for all the above mentioned fandoms, but I’m better at certain characters as compared to others. I’m new to this so please be kind!

I do not intend on writing gore, heavy angst or smut. I am a minor.

I might be slow sometimes.

I do not write x reader for BBC Sherlock and I do not write dramoine and saiteru fics.

Thanks for reading!