#gwa he looks so warm

[r0-boat]

Gwa!Submas more in depth

( with one star appearance ; ) )

Gift for @nc-eikin as a thank you for Tarzan!submas

Cw: mentions of yandere, monster fucking, daddy kink.

Afab reader

they would make special audios for their darling. Only for their ears to listen to. May or may not go all out. If their lover likes monsters then it will be monster audios; if they want yandere, then oh boy, they will kick up the possessive level.

Include all of their Darlings most favorited Kinks. Ingo, Emmet or both would lay in bed with you and urge you to try it.

" Close your eyes dear, but you can't open them."

" Trust us darling, we've worked verrry hard on this."

You put your headphones in your ear and listen. Not even minutes into it they start touching you. you whimper almost squealing in shock when you feel fingers brush into your hair at the same time it happens in the audio.You almost open your eyes but you feel hands covering them "ah ah ah, verrry bad listener~ keep those pretty eyes closed~"

Watch anime? Play games? Have a favorite title?? You can tell dear Emmet about it. He totally won't use it to his advantage in his next post ; )

Ingo lowkey Kink shames you lol. he asks you what your favorite audio is to know what his audience is normally into he can take notes on what he can improve. And oh how is Skitty smile drops when you talk about the most darkest audio he has? That yandere one where he is a priest trying to manipulate you into being with him??

"oh...?" he says with a dark look. " I can't say that I'm surprised with a sinner like you," he says, backing you against counter, his whole body pressed against yours. He grabs your chin with his fingers forcing you to look up at him. " Don't tempt me again, dear; I may be a pious man. But even the most righteous of men have the most ravenous of demons," he growls before kissing your forehead and walking out of the kitchen like nothing fucking happened.

You get to read the comments and smirk at how many people thirst for their voices knowing that they can't have what you have.

Emmet gets low-key jealous if he sees you listening to other people's audio. Nothing too far. He just gets a little pouty and asks what do they have in their audio that he doesn't have in his. You laugh and say a hot dilf voice. And he just grabs you by the shoulders, pinning you to the bed. Immediately lowering his voice to a rough, husky tone, " Don't toy with me, little girl... Unless you want to be warming Daddy's fat cock later, I suggest you don't push any more of his buttons."

You love the wholesome moments all three of you share after watching a movie the both of you are immediately invested in talking about it. The two are talking about an audio idea inspired by the film, and you're entirely for it. You are giving them more ideas and feeding into their new obsession, watching them unable to hold their excitement.

And then you have the overworked Gremlin side. Where you have to beg Emmet to go to sleep because it's 2 hours past midnight on his day off with eye bags under his eyes while he edits his audio because his computer corrupted it.

Ingo has a different reaction when he sees you listening to another person's audio. You gush about this one women's GWA account, 'Mr.Cl0dsire,' you swoon about how she's so talented, and her voice has such a range; suffice to say you sort of have an internet crush on her suave voice. Ingo hiding a smile, just raises an eyebrow 'oh...?' how intriguing. Not too long ago, he just got a DM from her absolutely praising him for his voice work... Since they've been mutuals for quite a while, maybe he can pull some strings~ and have a very special audio made just for you with a special guest~.

Let's just say if you ever were in a relationship with these two you're fucked : )

And I have yet to mention that Emmet would totally sneak up on you while you were listening to something. And slide a thick toy inside of you. ( your permission ahead of time, of course) pounding your poor cunt, silly.

Ingo learning how to voice your favorite character just to see you squirm.

Or both twins are sitting you down with hearts in their eyes, asking What audio you would like them to do because they want nothing more than to see that smile on your face.

Emmet would it get a mischievous look on your face and urge you to put in your earbuds while you sit next to him on the train. You try to hide your now reddening face as you heard his voice whisper naughty things into your ear, the lewd sounds from his hand stroking his wet cock. All the while feeling his eyes glued upon you, his hand grouping your thigh.

#smut #pokemon submas smut #Submas #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet x reader #subway boss emmet #ingo x reader #gwa #pokemon x reader smut #emmet x reader #Pokemon

[sunflowerdroplet]

Now that It's Been Brought to my Attenion

“Wowie-zowie! Our first ever Mushroom Kingdom festival! How exciting!”

Mario smiled at his younger sibling’s childlike excitement as they walked together through the festival grounds, taking in the bright and colorful stalls, delicious smells, and pleasant atmosphere. Princess Peach, as reward for saving the kingdom from Bowser, had given them a sack full of gold coins to spend on anything they wanted. Luigi was particularly interested in all of the unique foods the kingdom had to offer, thrilled to discover new recipes to cook for Mario.

“Who knows? Maybe we might even find a mushroom you might enjoy, big bro!”

Mario chuckled at that. “You’re welcome to try, Lu.”

Many Toads varying in color moved all around them. Some perusing the many different tents and stalls, while others were peddling their wares. One Toad with magenta-colored spots waved eagerly to all potential customers, happily showing off her fruits and mushrooms. Luigi’s cerulean blue eyes lit up at the sight of the items and made his way over to the merchant.

Mario left Luigi to his shopping while he wandered off to look around some more. The older brother couldn’t help but smile as he walked amongst the kingdom’s residents, listening to sound of lively children running about, and the cheerful chatter of the adults talking and gossiping with each other. Every so often, he had someone come up to him, thanking him and Luigi for saving their kingdom and asking for an autograph.

He sighed peacefully, enjoying the warm breeze that caressed his face and brown locks. In no time at all, this place was starting to feel like home. Not only were the citizens welcoming and hospitable to the brothers, but they also accepted Mario and Luigi’s…special relationship, allowing them to show their love for each other without fear of ridicule or discrimination. Which was something they absolutely couldn’t do back home in Brooklyn.

Mario had happily taken advantage of their newfound freedom and showered Luigi with affection every chance he got. And though his little brother still had reservations, freezing up whenever the other so much as held his hand outside their newly built home, he was slowly, but surely becoming accustomed to it. Even going as far as to shyly return Mario’s kisses in front of others.

“Mario! Hey Mario, over here!”

The red-clad plumber turned to see Captain Toad waving his tiny arms at him. He smiled and made his way over to his friend. “Heya Toad, you’re selling stuff here too?”

The red-spotted Toad grinned brightly. “Of course! As an adventurer, I want to provide others with the tools to go exploring as well! Why don’t you take a look? You and your brother were planning on exploring more of the Mushroom Kingdom, right? I’ll even give you a special discount!”

“Wow, thanks Toad!” Mario said graciously, taking his friend up on his offer. He looked over the selections before picking out several pairs of shirts, gloves, boots and pants all praised for their durability and defensive capabilities. If it helped to keep Luigi safe, Mario would spare no expense.

“Oh! Before I forget, there’s something else Toadette and I wanted to show you!” He led the taller male over to an adjacent tent that had more feminine clothing. A pink Toad, also known as Toadette, was presiding over it and she grinned when she saw their approach.

“Hi Mario! Won’t you take a gander at my wares? I’m sure you’ll find something you and Luigi will like~~!”

‘This really is the perfect place for us…’ Mario thought with a smile, ocean blue eyes immediately narrowing in on a gorgeous green dress that would look perfect on Luigi. He purchased it without hesitation, already anticipating the joyful look on his brother’s face when he saw it. ‘Could this day get any better?’

*KA-BOOOM!!*

‘No, but it can get worse apparently…’ Mario thought bitterly as the sound of King Bowser’s laughter filled the air along with plumes of fire.

“GWA-HAHAHA! Run away in fear, you cowardly ‘shrooms! It’s Bowser’s time to do some shopping!” the draconic turtle sneered as the tiny people ran off in different directions to escape his flames. His scarlet colored eyes then narrowed in on a familiar looking green figure, who was currently trying to help put out the fires.  “…and I know exactly what I’m in market for~!” With the push of a button in his clown-copter, a robotic arm appeared and snatched up the younger plumber.

~*OoO*~

“YOU ROTTEN KOOPA! GET BACK HERE WITH LUIGI!!!”

“Gwa-hahaha!” laughed King Bowser as he watched Mario run after him as he flew high in the sky in his infamous Clown-Copter. Next to him was Luigi, all nicely tied up and crying desperately for his older brother. “Serves you right, Mario! You’re always keeping me away from my lovely Peaches! So, I’m returning the favor and keeping you from your precious brother!”

“DAMN YOU, BOWSER!”

Confident that the red-loving plumber wouldn’t be able to reach them, the fire-breathing turtle turned to his captive. Luigi was sniffling quietly to himself, cerulean blue eyes filled with tears as he stared up at the king with fear. Bowser smirked, crouching down so he could be more-or-less be eye level with the more reserved brother. “Oh, don’t make such a scared face, Green-stache! I won’t you hurt too much as long as you cooperate!” He used a razor-sharp claw to twirl and pull the side of Luigi’s mustache, similar to how he had during their first ever meeting.

“Y-You’ll never g-get away w-with this…!” Luigi asserted in a trembling voice.

“Oh?” Bowser asked mockingly, pulling harder on the enslaved human’s whiskers. The resulting whimper sent a small thrill through him. There was just something about the green-loving plumber that made him so much fun to bully. “You have that much faith in your runt of a brother?”

“I do!” Luigi managed to say in a surprisingly steady voice. His confidence in his older sibling was clear. “He’s rescued me from you before and he can do it again!”

Bowser growled angrily at the reminder and yanked harder on the younger brother’s ‘stache, feeling satisfaction at his pained yelp and renewed tears. From the ground, Mario continued yelling obscenities and threats if the Koopa king didn’t relinquish his sibling. The reptilian royal sneered at the older human’s persistence. There was always something odd about the plumbers’ relationship to him. That pesky Mario was continuously protecting and rescuing the citizens of this kingdom, especially the princess, but when it came to his brother there was an unyielding fierceness that wasn’t shown for anyone else. One could surmise that it was due to their brotherly bond, but to Bowser it felt much more than that.

“How does your brother even have time to protect Peaches when he’s so focused on you?” the king wondered. “One would think he was in love with you instead of the princess…” It had been absent-minded comment, but the reaction he received from green-clad male caught him by surprise. Green ‘Stache’s face turned a deep candied apple red, and he began stumbling over his words. ‘What?’ the large turtle thought incredulously. Leaning forward, he sniffed at the small human and could easily smell Mario’s scent on his reddened skin. Again, one could chock it up to them being siblings, however…

“Ack! Wh-What do you’re doing?!” shrieked Luigi when one of Bowser’s claws pulled the collar of his signature green shirt down.

“I don’t believe this!” Bowser laughed in disbelief when he got an eyeful of the numerous hickeys on the captured human’s neck. “Mario’s in a relationship with his own brother?! Oh man, this is just too good!”

“T-That’s none of your business!”

Bowser sneered before grabbing his captive and dangled him from his clown-copter. “How badly do you want your brother back, Mario? Or should I say…your lover?” The outraged noises coming from the older brother were hilarious to listen to, and the tyrant continued to laugh as he taunted his mortal enemy.

“M-Mariooo!” Luigi wailed helplessly, fearful of being dropped from such a great height.

“Don’t worry, Lu! I’ll save you!”

Bowser snorted at the lovers’/brothers’ display. It was beyond him that someone would go after their own flesh-and-blood when the beautiful Princess Peach was right there. ‘…Although…’ Bowser thought after a moment as he watched the younger male sob for his brother. The tears in his cerulean blue eyes reflected nicely in the sunlight and his desperate crying sounded appealing. ‘…there is something undoubtably cute about him. Maybe that’s why it’s so entertaining to mess with him…’ He gave his squirming prisoner another quick sniff. ‘And he smells so sweet…’

“I’ll tell you what, Mario…” started Bowser. “I’ll let you choose who you want to protect more! Peaches or your brother? I’ll gladly keep the one you don’t pick!” As if to prove his point, the fire-breathing turtle gave Luigi a rough nuzzle and a slobbery wet lick to his cheek, thoroughly enjoying Mario’s enraged shouts and Luigi’s squeal of surprise. “Hmm, you even taste sweet, too,” he purred. He continued to cackle until he noticed Mario had disappeared from view. “Huh?! Where’d he go?!”

Both Luigi and Bowser urgently looked around the area below them, and sure enough, the red-clad plumber was nowhere to be seen. “Did he just give up?”

“My brother would never do that!” insisted Luigi.

The pair began bickering with each other until a small shadow appeared above them. Scarlet eyes widened in surprise, not comprehending exactly what he was seeing until something round and fuzzy smacked him in the face.

“Mario!” exclaimed Luigi, tears of relief streaming down his cheeks as he watched his older brother, now donned in a Tanuki suit, fighting the Koopa King. The scuffle caused the clown-copter to lurch left and right as Bowser tried to pry Mario off his face and soon enough, thanks to several whacks of Mario’s thick tail, Bowser was sent sailing backwards into the control panel, accidentally damaging the piloting system with his sharp back spikes.

“Now look what you’ve done!” bellowed Bowser as he tried to wrestle with the controls to keep from crashing. It was worthless endeavor as the flying contraption spun out of control.

Thanks to the momentary distraction, Mario scooped up his bound brother and flew them to safety. “So long, King Bowser!”

“CUUUURSEE YOU, MARIOOO!!” roared the reptile as he careened off into the distance.

“Are you okay, Lu?” asked Mario as he checked over his sibling once they were safely on the ground.

“I-I think so. Thank you for saving me, bro!” He shifted as much as he could in his bondage to kiss Mario on the cheek. “Um, are you going to untie me?” He meeped at the chilling smile that spread across his sibling’s face.

“…Not just yet, Lu. First, I need to get you home to disinfect you.” He scowled at the memory of Bowser leaving his disgusting mark on his lover. “And then afterwards, we can see if that dress I bought you fits.”

“A new dress?” Luigi asked, blue eyes lighting up with excitement. “…But wait, I don’t need to stay tied up for that, right Mario? Bro?”

THE END

#luigi #mario #bowser #mariocest #super mario bros #nintendo #smb #fanfic #super mario #one-sided bowluigi #mario x luigi

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Gwa feeling real sleepy but imagine sleeping with wezza on the piano. It's really uncomfortable but you two hoard pillows and blankets and sneaks at night to have sleepovers on the room and keep emporio company.

BUILDING PILLOW FORTS WITH EMPORIO.... OR LIKE PILLOW FIGHT!! Having a pillow fight with emporio and wezza is just watching from the sidelines. Until someone accidentally hits him and oho he destroys the two of you with pillows....

And the best part!!! Cuddling with them <3<3

(I hc that weather report is cold because.... Uh... He's cold but that's ok because you can be his little heat provider)

FOR REAL MAN I NEED TO WRITE THIS BECAUSE I'VE HAD THE SAME THOUGHTS :DD

Piano forts... And cuddles in the piano... The dream <3

I bounce between the headcanons that Weather is always cold and that his main body is plenty warm but he has horrible circulation in his hands/feet, so S/o has to look out, he likes to cuddle close to keep them warm.

Heehee but what about Weather wearing socks to bed to make sure you're comfortable ♡

#i wanna be a heat provider for our mans </3 #mmmmmmm I'm incredibly soft for cold cuddles #i wanna hold his hands while he uses my chest as a pillow #shbspbwoveohw #❤️❤️❤️❤️ #weather report #simping time

[ohkthoughts]

@21

happy birthday Kesha, can you believe it your 21 last time you were just this 18 year old girl who is still clueless and afraid of things, not so confident and full of doubt but did you see how you’ve grown. did you notice the things you have overcome, why don’t we trip down to memory lane senior high- it was a challenging school year for you having been the first ones to study in this curriculum but with the help of the best people you’ve done it and even graduated with honors and was awarded outstanding in your academic strand. then your world was shook when you knew you didn’t pass the UPCAT you were very disappointed with yourself and you blame yourself. college- clinging on to God’s promise you studied your first year at Southern Luzon State University the same university where you graduated senior high school which was a very nice school and because you got waitlisted you took up Bachelor of Culture and Arts Education and during that time you made up your mind that you were not really into teaching but during your stay there you met great people who became your friends and you know what they even trusted you to be their class president which I know you aren’t really a good leader but still you tried to be responsible and a good listener to them to the point that even your seniors entrusted you the academic organization and I know that is a much bigger responsibility for you and you were so scared thinking that you can't handle it. during those times you were really planning to transfer to UPLB, you were very determined that’s why you were hesitant to accept the responsibility and you had many thoughts about it but still you tried then you failed, you failed your org, your leadership and you were so apologetic towards your org mates, you doubted your leadership and it got the best of you. realizing that this org was too much for you, you handed the responsibility to the one you know that is capable of leading. you really did your best to maintain a GWA which was required for you to transfer- while you were processing your documents you really felt God’s approval because there were a few circumstances that you thought that you will never get to UP but guess what? you are now currently taking up BS-Development Communication and you remember the days when you got interviewed by the college sec and you got accepted you were on cloud nine and super thanking your Father in heaven for allowing you to study in this university. for the first week you were very excited to learn and with the Taal eruption going on you were adjusting and were able to meet new friends and a very warm community. then the pandemic happened and that just kick you like classes were cancelled, the sem ended early and you see you were like so happy that finally you’re in this university but then COVID-19 so quarantine- from march to now, september you and the whole country was in quarantine and during these times you felt down, anxious and you became super lazy but you had your good days, you were restored, it gave you time to reflect and get to know Jesus more and discovered that you have this great longing for Him and spark your heart for the lost. you were able to gather and have a youth fellowship in your church where you help others to have that desire in knowing Jesus more, building relationship with Him. do you remember your Ate Awit in your church and you saw her leading you and the youths in your fellowship and for that you admired her, her faith and her desire in discipling you and the others and now looking at yourself i believe you are also doing it little by little.

I remember I was so in a hurry to grow up, to be like my Ate in our church, I was in a hurry to be like her, to have this and to have that and I tried, during in my senior year I tried sharing gospel to my friends but it turns out I’m not yet ready, I’m not prepared. I realized that I needed to strengthen my faith first before others and thankfully God used someone to help me grow my faith and that is through Ate Coleen of ENC Lucban. Then during in my first year of college at SLSU I met some of my brothers and sisters in Christ and we started a fellowship with our classmates but we also stopped because we knew as a group that we were working for the kingdom but not for the King, we had to check our hearts and intentions. I came to UPLB where I met this warm community, a family I met the CRU(CCC) community and this family helped me adjust to the new environment or culture in elbi and they also helped me get closer to God, helped me desire a spirit-filled life also with the help of my discipler Ate K. During this quarantine, the Lord planted a desire in my heart to lead a discipleship group and now that I’ve thought of it maybe during those times when I tried to lead a group, share gospel and many more ministries, God was equipping me, He was teaching me so that when the right time comes I will be ready. “ When the time is right I, the Lord will make it happen,”Isaiah 60:22. Now that I am going into young adulthood I’m 21! I am excited on what more great things God has in store for me on how He will use me in His ministry.

 ️ oh wow this came out very long, well I typed hahhaa from the heart, if you’re still here thank you for reading :) i hope through this long thought u were encouraged and if you want to know more about Jesus we can talk :)

 To God be all the glory!

“No eye has seen, no ear has heard and no mind can imagine the things             that God has prepared for those who love Him.

1 Cor. 2:9 

[fractionallycamelot]

Death Will Set You Free (Part 2)

(Written for the Camelot Drabble community and the prompt ‘oblivious.’

Part 1 - Also on AO3.

Facing a dire situation gives Gwaine an opportunity to ask long put off questions. Leon sees the purpose behind the questions.)

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Time had lost all sense of meaning.

The cell was dark, devoid of windows or anything that could indicate the time of day. Leon had been attempting to count the days based on the hours that he slept but sleep began coming to him in fits - short and long lengths, none of them restful - and he lost track some time after day three. There was no way of knowing how long they'd been there, no way of knowing how long they would remain.

Time passed according to rules Leon didn't understand.

He leaned his head and shoulder against the wall at his side.

For once he was content in not knowing.

"What would you do if you weren't a knight?"

The question came through the dark, Gwaine's voice worn and weak after days without water.

Leon could picture his expression without opening his eyes: curious, tired, oblivious to their fate.

"I would return home," he said, imagining the light of his family hearth. "I would help my brother run the household and take care of my mother."

"No."

Leon turned his head the minimum amount required to look at Gwaine, the response dismissive in a way he hadn't expected. Gwaine shook his head, hair falling over his face.

"What would you do," Gwaine rasped, "if you weren't bound by duty or family obligation? If..." Gwaine seemed winded from his earlier outburst. He took a long breath. "If you could do anything you wanted?"

Leon considered the question for the first time.

"That isn't what you asked."

Gwaine mustered a sneer but it lacked any malice. "I know. What would you do?"

Leon let his gaze linger on Gwaine's face before turning back to the wall in front of him. The stone walls of the cell bled into an endless stretch of grey in the darkness. He longed for sunlight, more so than food, just as much as water; Leon longed for the warm, illuminating rays of the sun.

The break of dawn over the high roof of a stable.

The drench of sun on an open pasture at noon.

The glow of dusk filtering through trees by a river.

"I would raise horses," he whispered, childhood memories rushing through his weary heart.

"Horses?"

Leon turned his head towards Gwaine again. Gwaine's interest was piqued, intrigue easing the gaunt lines on his face.

The questioning made sense; it was vital to distract from the gnawing ache.

"I have an uncle on my mother's side," he explained. It was an effort to speak. "He has a farm on the southern borders of Camelot. He raises horses for Uther."

Leon took a slow breath. He could almost smell the hay.

Gwaine smiled. Leon found that he did too.

"What kind?" Gwaine asked.

"Mainly coursers. Brown, black, and every so often one as gold as honey. My mother would send me there in the summer." Leon looked down at the trenches in the dirt beneath his feet. "I loved it."

Chains rattled on Gwaine's side of the cell. Leon kept his head down. The raw skin under his shackles was easier to stomach than those under Gwaine's.

"What did you do there?"

"Anything my uncle needed help with. I fed horses, I mended fences. I mucked out stables. He even let me help birth foals."

Gwaine laughed. Leon turned, despite the effort.

"I can't imagine you shoveling horse shit," Gwaine said, mirth bringing a familiar life to his face.

Leon rolled his eyes, basking in Gwaine's laughter as he settled with his shoulders against the wall. Gwaine had always made fun of him, teasing Leon about his mannerisms and his upbringing. He had even called Leon 'my Lord' once; he rode off bursting with laughter before Leon could even think to respond.

The sound was a comfort when Leon had none.

"And you?" he asked, waiting for Gwaine to catch his breath. "What would you do, if you could do anything?"

Gwaine's eyes fell as he wrung his hands together.

"This."

"You're dying of thirst in a cell," Leon pointed out.

"With you." Leon felt Gwaine's gaze lock onto him, the weight of two words filling the air around them. Gwaine clenched and unclenched his hands, never looking away from Leon. "I would do anything... if I could do it with you."

Even in the dark Leon could see the glassy shine of Gwaine's eyes. He could feel the unspoken sentiment welling in his chest, stronger than hunger, more painful than thirst. He knew Gwaine understood. It was there, it had been there for some time. Every glance on patrol, every embrace after battle, every moment of every day carried so much more than friendship and camaraderie

They both understood. They never spoke of it.

There was never time.

"Gwaine-"

"Is it too late?"

Gwaine's voice broke on something other than fatigue or thirst.

Leon found that his did too.

"It's never too late."

Gwaine sighed as his head fell back against the wall, his growing smile a beacon in the dark.

Leon counted every breath he took.

There was still time.

#BBC Merlin #Merlin fic #Gwaine x Leon #Leon x Gwaine #OTP: Hair Pair #Fitz fic #Pre relationship #This is set in a dire situation #But I assure you #No one dies #That's not what the story is about

[swhurtcomfort]

Fall Apart, Fall Together--- Chapter 6

Beginning   ---  Previous Chapter   ---   A03

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Naboo is warm in the early spring. The sun rises early and Padmé opens a window to breathe in the smell of warm rain.

The babies are sleeping through the night now—at least, most of the time. Presently Luke had fussed and cried until at least two in the morning, when Anakin had gotten up to take over and sent Padmé to bed. She notices Leia is awake, and still alone in the crib.

“Well, good morning, birthday girl,” Padmé trills, scooping the baby up and twirling around as Leia giggles. Together they make their way to the living room, where Anakin is dead asleep in an armchair with Luke sprawled out on top of him.

Padmé ruffles Anakin’s hair a bit as they walk past into the kitchen. “Daddy’s sleepy,” she says to Leia.

“Dada,” Leia agrees.

Padmé cringes when she sees how many messages are waiting on her work comm, but she’s taking the day off today. Soon they’ll have to talk about her splitting her time between Naboo and Coruscant, but working from home has been alright in the interim.

While Padmé is fixing Leia a bottle, they hear Luke waking up in the living room, followed by an adult-sized groan.

Anakin enters the kitchen with Luke on his hip.

“Good morning, my favorite ladies” he says, giving them each a kiss before setting Luke down on the kitchen floor so he can crawl after a plush toy. “Here, I’ll do that. Do you want to comm Sola, and make sure they’re still coming over later?”

Leia whines to be put down too, and Padmé obliges. They aren’t walking yet, but Leia is getting quite good at shuffling along when she has a low piece of furniture to lean on. Luke’s taking a little longer to get the hang of it, but there’s no hurry. By all accounts, the twins are thriving. A stranger might mistake them for younger than a year, but otherwise no one would be able to tell they’d been preemies.

“When did he fall asleep?” Padmé asks.

“Sometime after me, I think,” Anakin admits.

“Maybe we can get him to nap before the family gets here.”

Anakin snorts skeptically.

It’s to be a quiet gathering – it’s not as if the twins even know what a birthday is anyway. As they get the house ready, Anakin blows up a few balloons (which Leia greatly enjoys) and puts Leia’s hair up in two matching clips (which she absolutely hates, and an hour later he finds one of them stuffed between the couch cushions). Luke is visibly exhausted, and gets cranky whenever he’s not in Padmé’s arms.

After midmorning, Padmé puts Luke to bed, hoping that he will get some rest, but within twenty minutes they hear him start to cry.

Anakin gets there first. “What’s wrong, little man?” he asks. The Force around Luke pulsates not with pain, but frustration.

“Moo,” cries Luke.

“Mommy?” Anakin guesses.

“Moo!” He sounds utterly devastated.

The doorbell rings. He glances at the clock—Sola and the girls shouldn’t be arriving yet, but he hears Padmé moving to answer it so he returns to the crisis at hand.

“C’mere,” Anakin tuts, lifting Luke out of the crib, but the baby pushes back against his chest and demands ‘moo’ again. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” Anakin paces up and down the room once, bouncing a little.

“Anakin,” calls Padmé in a bit of an odd voice.

“Busy,” he calls back, now trying to console Luke with the plush Loth-cat he’d been playing with earlier.

“Moo,” Luke breaks into a fresh peal of sobs.

Neither baby is really communicating with the Force yet, but sometimes Anakin tries. All he gets from the little storm in Luke’s Force signature is a despondent sense of lost, missing.

“Anakin—”

“Padmé, what’s ‘moo’?” he asks down the hall, interrupting. “Have you heard him say that before?”

Padmé appears in the doorway and nearly steps on a beanbag toy on the floor. She picks it up and starts to put it back in the crib, but Luke shoots out a hand towards her.

“Moo!”

Padmé and Anakin both look at the toy, then at each other. Luke whines and reaches further.

“It’s a bantha. Moo,” says Anakin, face splitting into a wide smile.

“What a clever little man,” says Padmé, reuniting the bantha with Luke, who immediately puts its horn into his mouth. “Here, I’ll take him Ani. You should go see who’s here.”

Standing awkwardly by the bannister in the toy-strewn sitting room is the last person Anakin expects.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan clears his throat a little bit.

Anakin doesn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry to turn up unannounced. I just wanted to see how you’re doing.”

There’s no judgement in his gaze - as far as Anakin can tell his curiosity is genuine. Anakin doesn’t know how to feel about that. There’s a sense of loss for the life he’d left behind, as well as a dull anger swirling up in him.

“We’re all healthy and happy,” he finally replies.

“I’m glad,” says Obi-Wan quietly.

Padmé shifts Luke on her hip and herds them all to the armchairs in the living room.

“I’ve missed you,” Obi-Wan confesses.

Three responses avail themselves to Anakin’s mind, the first a desperate I miss you too. The more bitter side of him, Oh go kriff yourself with that. The last, which he says out loud as he takes a seat, “I can’t go back.”

Obi-Wan nods his acceptance of that fact. They awkwardly meet each other’s gaze. Anakin still hasn’t decided whether he is angry. Obi-Wan’s shields are a blank wall, but he knows the man well enough to tell that he is conflicted too.

Leia crawls over and tugs on Anakin’s pant leg until he puts her on his lap. Obi-Wan studies them both, a pensive look lingering on his face.

Luke makes eye contact with Obi-Wan and laughs, still clutching Moo to his chest.

“Would you like to hold him?” Padmé offers.

“Ah, no thank you, I don’t exactly…” Obi-Wan shifts uncomfortably in his chair at the thought.

“Come on, Obi-Wan. Say hello.” Anakin’s voice holds a note of teasing.

Obi-Wan looks panicked as Padmé passes Luke over. He supports the baby stiffly as Luke squirms around to get comfortable. With the look on Obi-Wan’s face, you’d think he’d never seen a baby before.

“You’re doing it right,” Padmé assures him with a smile.

“You’re getting so big,” Obi-Wan says to Luke. “It’s someone’s birthday today, is it not?”

“Two someones,” Anakin croons, brushing the hair out of Leia’s face.

Obi-Wan pats Luke’s back a bit awkwardly as the conversation lapses again.

“I resigned from the High Council,” Obi-Wan finally reveals.

“Why?” Padmé asks.

“Depa has been reinstated in my place. The Mind-Healers are quite pleasantly surprised with her recovery.”

“That wasn’t my question,” she presses.

Obi-Wan sighs. “The fall of the Sith raised a lot of uncomfortable questions,” he says. “I wanted time to devote myself to meditating on the war and its consequences, and seek some answers of my own.”

That sounds like a perfectly Obi-Wan thing to do. Padmé glances at Anakin, who’s smiling a little.

“The Jedi were naïve, and vulnerable. Anakin, we ought to have been able to spot Sidious’s influence over you before it all went so wrong.”

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about that part, Obi-Wan,” says Anakin. “But look, when I tipped Master Windu off, it wasn’t because I thought it was my duty or my job or the will of the Force. I was scared of what might happen to you and Padmé if the Sith came to power. I was attached, and I had something to protect.”

“I know,” says Obi-Wan. “The world is changing, and many feel that our Order needs to change with it. There has been a lot of talk about the prevalent analysis of the Jedi Code over past centuries decades, and whether it is…appropriate.”

Padmé and Anakin both try to hide their surprise.

“I only wish we could have had these discussions sooner,” says Obi-Wan slowly. “Perhaps…”

Perhaps you could have stayed.

Anakin shakes his head. He slips his hand into Padmé’s, their fingers intertwining with a supportive squeeze. Padmé knows that Anakin’s decision was a difficult one, but it’s been made. Neither of them want to think about what might have been.

Padmé hopes that Obi-Wan will see what she sees. Anakin loved being a Jedi, loved the idea of saving the galaxy, but the galaxy was always too large and too broken, and he didn’t know how to handle it. Anakin is thriving here, where he can need just a few other people and be needed by them in return.

Leia is getting restless. Anakin brushes the hair out of her face again and smooches the top of her head before he lets her clamber off of his lap.

“I wish my mom could have met them,” he says suddenly. “I just know she would have loved being a grandma.”

Padmé rubs his shoulder supportively.

Luke starts yawning again and snuggles into Obi-Wan’s cloak. Obi-Wan gives his parents a helpless look. “He’s exhausted,” Padmé whispers.

“Is it finally naptime, Luke?” Anakin tuts, and the baby reaches out both arms towards him. Anakin scoops him up.

Obi-Wan follows them down the hall to the bedroom and watches Anakin put Luke down for a nap.

He turns around and sees Obi-Wan smiling. “I never imagined that this would be the path that you chose,” his old master says suddenly. “Maybe I just got Qui-Gon’s plan for you stuck through my head, and if that’s true, I’m sorry. But you seem happy here.”

“I am,” Anakin affirms.

Obi-Wan nods. “You both seem happy.”

A year has gone by with hurt feelings weighing heavily on them both. Some things, it’s too late to change, but perhaps not others.

Obi-Wan retrieves his cloak and starts to put it on.

“Padmé’s sister and her two girls are coming over for cake later,” says Anakin. “Why don’t you stay?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head sadly. “I have business in Jan-gwa this evening, I’m afraid.”

Anakin initiates the embrace, but Obi-Wan returns it wholeheartedly. When they break apart, he leans over to give Padmé a one-armed hug as well.

“It was good to see you, Obi-Wan,” says Padmé.

A year has gone by since Anakin described their lives as being on the edge of a knife—caught between personal crises and a war of deception that scarred the galaxy. But what has been broken is not beyond repair. Anakin was never made to fight the whole galaxy, but his world now revolves around two twin suns. Padmé’s fight has only paused—with her own health recovered, she will soon return to the front lines of the reorganization of the Senate. But whatever that challenge brings, she knows deep in her gut that they are standing now on stable ground.

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Fin.

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