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tennessoui · 3 years

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hi all of your aus are amazing! pls what happens with divorced!obiwan and the twins?

hey!! sorry this took so long i had to think of an appropriate cliffhanger

this is a continuation of this ficlet and this ficlet, where divorced!obi-wan accidentally acquires a partner and a set of twins.

(2k WHOOPS)

The twins are not, and probably have never been described by anyone except their father, angels. They take to Obi-Wan as well as Obi-Wan takes to them, which is to say that all three of them watch each other suspiciously until one day Luke launches himself off the top of the fridge--how the fuck did he manage to get up there--and Obi-Wan drops his morning toast in a frantic bid to catch him.

After that, Leia and Luke apparently decide he is Another Anakin Who Is Just Around A Lot Less But Is Better At Reading Bedtime Stories and deign to treat him as such.

Obi-Wan decides that he’s going to have a heart attack by the age of fifty. Do all children see a childproof house as a challenge?

It somehow takes both a longer and shorter time to win over Anakin’s favor, mostly because Obi-Wan isn’t sure what the man’s thinking at any given moment. He seems to blow hot and cold depending on how he woke up or how the work day goes. Some days, Obi-Wan comes home from campus and Anakin and the twins have waited to eat until he’s there. Sometimes they’ve eaten and there’s a meal under foil on the stove just for Obi-Wan.

(“I don’t know how you do it,” Obi-Wan tells him one night after the children are put to bed. “I mean, work from home with your job, mind the children, and cook?”

“They made me head of the R&D department a few months ago,” Anakin admits, taking a sip of his second glass of wine. “So I’m doing a lot more checking through other people’s work instead of making my own. It just means I can do that and make something edible--no, really, you just can’t cook, Obi-Wan, I’m not the best either.”

“Do you miss getting to make something other than food?” Obi-Wan asks eventually, giving himself enough time to recover from the sound of the other’s giggles.

Anakin shrugs languidly. “It’s better salary, and I’m the youngest ever in the company to have the position. Means I’ll pay off my student loans quicker, same with my mom’s hospital bills. Doesn’t matter what I want.”

Obi-Wan’s chest hurts and he wants to lean across the gap between their chairs and place his hand on Anakin’s arm, but they don’t know each other like that. It’s only been a month and a half since they moved in. Still. “It always matters what you want,” he insists. “And I think you’re amazing.”

Anakin blushes bright scarlet and takes a huge gulp of wine, and Obi-Wan wonders if this is a throwing-yourself-off-the-fridge break through.)

(It’s not because the next day, Anakin doesn’t say a single word to him, which bothers him more than he’d like to admit.)

(“Am I in the wrong for wanting to get along with my housemate?” Obi-Wan asks Quinlan despairingly during their office hours that he should be using to grade papers. Instead all he can think about is Anakin Skywalker and the goddamn cold shoulder he’s been getting from the man for the past three days.

“Yeah,” Quin says absentmindedly, marking something with a red pen before looking up at Obi-Wan’s outraged intake of breath. “I mean, no. I mean, sorry, Obi, what are we even talking about now? Is it still your hot new roommate with the two kids? Because that’s what we were talking about an hour and a half ago.”

Obi-Wan crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. “I’m just not sure I appreciate--”

“And you said he’s not been hanging around in the living room when you get home? But he’s still leaving you meals in the kitchen? And you’re upset about the free food?”

Obi-Wan is upset at the lack of Anakin’s presence, but he thinks that’s probably not the right thing to say here.

“Maybe he’s just tired?” Quinlan puts down his pen and rests his chin on one of his hands as he looks at Obi-Wan. “From the kids and the job and putting up with your moody ass. C’mon, Obi, what’s really getting you worked up?”

Obi-Wan purses his lips and stares at the desk in front of him, but he had come to Quinlan for help. He should at least be honest about what’s eating at him, even though he knows how silly it will sound when given a voice. “...Satine always waited up for me,” he mutters. “Until she didn’t.”

Quinlan’s quiet for a worryingly large amount of seconds, before he reaches out to pat Obi-Wan gently on the arm. “Oh, Obi,” he says pityingly. “Repeat after me. You cannot make your new roommate your rebound from your thirty year marriage.”

Obi-Wan scoffs. That’s not the problem at all. “That’s not the problem at all,” he says, not defensively in the slightest. “I think I’m just worried about the children not having enough structure in their lives.”

“Right,” Quinlan says, not quite managing to hide the skepticism in his voice. “Then you should talk to him. For the sake of the children.”

Obi-Wan will absolutely not be doing that, but it’s a nice thought.)

The real turning point in Anakin and Obi-Wan’s relationship happens five months after the Skywalkers move in.

Anakin and Obi-Wan are in the living room. Anakin is trying to braid Leia’s hair while Obi-Wan tries to pretend he isn’t watching. From the kitchen, there’s a very, very loud crash and the sound of something shattering.

Both adults leap up from their seats immediately and run to the other room.

Luke is standing in the epi-center of disaster, little face scrunched up like he doesn’t know whether or not to cry. At the sight of his dad and Obi-Wan, he starts to wail, moving forward and reaching for Anakin.

Obi-Wan, who is wearing shoes inside the house (a point of contention between himself and Anakin), grabs Luke roughly and picks him up by the armpits before he can cut his feet on the glass. He hands him over to Anakin to soothe, stepping further into the kitchen to find the dustpan he keeps in one of the pantries.

It’s very obvious what broke, though Obi-Wan can’t for the life of him understand how Luke got ahold of Satine’s heavy cake stand. He can definitely understand how Luke dropped it, as the thing was ridiculously heavy.

It had been one of the only things left in the house that had been Satine’s. She’d left it, and Obi-Wan had been too bitter or petty to point it out to her. Yes, it had been her mother’s. No, keeping it had not made him feel any better. But it’s not like Satine ever baked anything anyway.

Good for Luke, actually, for doing what Obi-Wan never could bring himself to do.

He grabs the broom and dustpan and marches back to the pieces of shattered glass. Anakin has placed Luke on the counter, ostensibly to check to make sure his feet are fine if the boy would ever let go of his father’s neck. Leia is peering around at the mess on the floor.

When Obi-Wan comes back and starts sweeping everything away, she darts forward to pick up a rather sizeable chunk.

“Don’t touch that,” Obi-Wan says sharply, much harsher than he intended. Leia drops it instantly and scurries back to her father, eyes wide and sort of watery. Oh, fuck.

“Hey,” Anakin snaps immediately. “She’s just trying to help and Luke didn’t mean to break--whatever that is.”

Obi-Wan holds up his hand to cut Anakin off. “I’m not mad,” he promises all three of the Skywalkers. And he’s not even lying. He’s really not mad, hasn’t even thought to be mad at this last piece of proof of his relationship with Satine shattering on his kitchen floor. “I just don’t want either of you to cut yourself. Glass like this can be very dangerous and none of you are wearing shoes.”

“Promise?” Luke asks, untucking his red face from Anakin’s neck so he can peer up at Obi-Wan.

“I’m sorry I was a bit rough,” Obi-Wan apologizes, coming over and bending down a bit so he’s on the same level as Luke. “I was just worried about you. Promise.”

Luke sniffles but lets go of Anakin to throw himself at Obi-Wan, apologizing all the way.

“Hush,” Obi-Wan says as Leia scrambles up his leg, vying for his attention. With his hands full of children that aren’t his, he raises his head to look at Anakin who’s watching them with a very strange expression on his face. He tilts his head toward the broom and then down to the kids in his arms. “Come along,” he tells them both. “Leia, I’ll finish your braids if you’d like.”

“Braid my hair too!” Luke demands with a pull on Obi-Wan’s shirt.

Luke’s hair is floppy but awfully short. “I’m sure we can figure something out,” Obi-Wan says generously, leaving the kitchen.

“I suppose I’ll just clean this up then?” Anakin calls sarcastically behind them.

“Thank you, darling,” Obi-Wan responds.

There’s the sound of something else breaking, but it’s not Obi-Wan’s problem at the moment.

(A year later, Anakin mentions something over morning coffee about looking for a new apartment, now that he’s got everything straightened out. “We’ll get out of your hair,” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’ll look today since it’s my day off.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t want to examine why that idea makes something curl tightly in his stomach, making him feel vaguely nauseous, but it does. On his way out of the house, he unplugs the router, and then after a second of thought, takes it with him just in case.)

(Quinlan laughs his head off when Obi-Wan sheepishly puts the router down on the desk in front of him. “It’s a bad market right now,” Obi-Wan says defensively. “I’m just looking out for him.”

“Obi, I mean this in the best way possible, but there are at least four professors in the psych department that would probably love to do a case study on you.”)

(Two years after the Skywalkers move in, Obi-Wan is running late for a meeting with the head of his department. The man is stepping down, finally retiring, and Obi-Wan thinks that perhaps he’ll be tapped as the new head. It would mean dropping some of his classes, but it would be worth it.

“I made you a breakfast wrap,” Anakin greets him at the door, holding out a paper bag. “It’s got that salsa you like in it.”

The salsa Obi-Wan likes is the mild version of what Anakin and the kids eat, but Anakin treats it as if it’s from another planet entirely.

“Good luck!” he says with a sweet smile, also passing Obi-Wan a travel mug of what’s hopefully fully caffeinated tea. Obviously Obi-Wan needs it. He got perhaps two full hours of sleep last night, tossing and turning and thinking about this meeting and now he’s running late and his tie is crooked and none of his favorite sweater vests were clean.

“Thank you, dear one,” Obi-Wan mumbles, mind somewhere else. If traffic isn’t too bad, he could still be on time.

“Text me how it goes!” Anakin chirps, following Obi-Wan out the door to stand on the front porch with his arms crossed in an attempt to fight off the early winter chill.

“Yes, of course,” Obi-Wan replies, turning around to brush an absent-minded kiss to Anakin’s lips before hurrying to his car. It’s a twenty minute commute. If he gets his preferred parking spot and runs to the department building, he won’t be late at all.

Is that too much to hope for?

He starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, looking back in the rearview mirror to see Anakin standing frozen on the porch. That’s strange, usually the other man can’t stand being out in the cold.

Obi-Wan gets to the first stop-sign out of the neighborhood before he realizes what he’s done. It’s lucky that he’s already slowing down, because he slams on the brakes. Did he--

Did he kiss Anakin? Did he really kiss Anakin as if he does it all the time? As if they were in a relationship?

Oh shit.

Frantically, he pulls out his cellphone from his bag and checks to see if he has any new messages. He doesn’t.

Oh. Shit.

#asks #one more ficlet in this universe and i will have No Choice but to piece them together somehow on ao3 #there was supposed to be a bit where one of his students is like 'oh i didnt know you were a father!'#and obi-wan is like 'im not a father'#and then he plugs in his laptop to pull up the powerpoitn for the day #and his background is a picture of luke and leia #not even doing anything theyre just sleeping peacefully in his favorite armchair hugging the same book #anakin had sent it to him #with the text that they were taking turns playing Obi-Wan and Student #but the game was so boring they fell asleep #KUWSK

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dottielovegood · 3 years

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ASMR - chapter 3

Elriel fanfiction

About this fic:

Azriel can’t sleep Elain has an ASMR channel Match made in heaven (or you know, on youtube..)

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You can find chapter 1 here and chapter 2 here Read this fic on AO3

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Chapter 3

Luckily for Azriel, the next day was a Saturday, which meant that he didn’t have to go to work. The only plan he had that day was his gym appointment at 7.00 in the morning, just like every other day. Cassian and Rhys often gave him shit for going to the gym that early in the morning on weekends, but they had partners to enjoy the days with. Azriel did not, which meant that working out was a good way to pass time. Especially for someone like Azriel who didn’t sleep and seemed to have more hours to his days than most regular people did.

However, today he woke up to the sun shining in through his window. He picked up his phone to check the time and was surprised to see that it said 9.23. He never slept that late. And he never slept that well.

She made me miss my gym appointment, Azriel thought to himself and couldn’t help but smile. And then it hit him. It was 9.23. That meant that Flower Girl ASMR would call him in exactly 37 minutes, and he hadn’t even had coffee yet. Azriel quickly got out of bed and hurried to the kitchen. While the coffee was brewing he jumped into the shower. He didn’t know why, but it felt wrong to be on the phone with her without having a shower first. Just like it would feel wrong to show up to a date without showering.

This is not a date, he told himself as he tied the towel around his hips and walked back into his kitchen. Azriel lived in a studio apartment, which meant that his ‘kitchen’ was actually a corner of his living room/bedroom. It was quite big for a studio apartment and he could easily fit his bed, a big sectional, and a dining room table in the room. There were exposed bricks on one wall which gave it a rustic feeling, and the white sleek details everywhere else made it feel modern and minimalistic - just like Azriel preferred.

Azriel leaned against his counter and sipped his coffee. He glanced at the clock on the wall which told him that he had 15 minutes left before the phone call. His hands were sweating. Was it because the coffee was so warm? Azriel tried to tell himself that the coffee was the reason for his warm hands, but it was more difficult to find an explanation for the butterflies in his stomach.

He was nervous. Not because of what they were going to talk about - he could probably guide someone through this in his sleep. But because she made him nervous. It’s one thing to see someone in a video and talk via DMs and an entirely different thing to facetime that person. What if she thought that he was ugly?

As the thought entered his mind, he shook his head as if trying to shake the thought away. Why did he care? He was just helping her with a problem. It didn’t matter if she found him ugly because this was a one-time thing. He would never see her again.

The butterflies turned into a tight knot in his stomach.

Azriel let out a low groan and went to his wardrobe to get dressed. He put on a black T-shirt and black jeans - his standard uniform. He dried his hair hastily with the towel before throwing it in the hamper.

At 10.00 on the dot, Azriel’s phone started ringing on the kitchen island. Or vibrating actually, since he always kept the sound off.

Unknown number is calling

Azriel stared at his phone, suddenly feeling very shy and questioning everything he knew about computers. He checked his reflection in the microwave and let out a deep breath before answering.

“Hello, this is Azriel.” His voice was hoarse, sounding deeper than usual.

“Oh, hi!” A cheery voice said and he was a bit taken aback. In his stupid brain, he had imagined her answering in her whispering voice. “Is this… is this Shadowsinger?”

Azriel decided that her normal voice was just as wonderful as her whispering voice.

“Yeah, this is Shadowsinger. Or well, that’s not my name. I’m obviously not called that. That would be weird…” Azriel babbled, growing more and more self-conscious by the second. He took a deep breath. “I’m Azriel.”

“Hi, Azriel. I’m Elain.” He could hear the smile in her voice and it made him think of sunshine and flowers.

Elain. The name suited her. It was a welsh name that meant fawn. Or at least that’s what Feyre told him one night when she had spent three hours going over possible baby names with their entire friend group (After three hours, Azriel, Cassian, Mor and Nesta had been very drunk and started suggesting weird names from TV such as Khaleesi, Anakin and Buffy which led to Rhys kicking them out.) But Elain wasn’t a weird name. It was pretty. Just like the person that the name belonged to.

“Hello, Elain,” Azriel said quickly when he realized that he had been quiet for a short while.

“Azriel is… an interesting name.” He couldn’t tell from her tone if it was good interesting or bad interesting.

He chuckled. “Yeah, try growing up with the nickname ‘Ass’ in school. Not Az. Ass.”

He could hear Elain laugh and it warmed his heart. “Oh no,” she giggled.

There was a stretch of silence then, both of them unsure of how to begin this.

“So...” Elain started after a few moments. “How do I block words on Youtube, Azriel?”

As soon as the words traveled through the phone, he wanted to ask her to say his name again, but that would be weird. So instead he cleared his throat and got himself into work mode.

“Well, I didn’t know if you were a visual learner, but I created a Youtube account yesterday so I could show you what to do, and you could just follow along if you like?”

God, was he doing too much? Would she find this creepy? Maybe he should just tell her what to do without video.

But to his surprise, Elain did not sound creeped out. “Really? That would be so helpful! How...How can I see your screen though?”

Azriel huffed a laugh. It was kind of cute that she was so oblivious when it came to technology even though she had 250k followers on Youtube.”Well, we’ll change to FaceTime and I will be able to flip the screen and just show you what I’m doing. Is that okay with you?”

He was met with silence.

“Elain?”

“Oh, sorry. I was nodding,” she laughed. “Yes, that’s fine.”

Azriel clicked the icon for FaceTime on his screen and within seconds, her face filled his screen. Her brown hair was in a high ponytail and she wore a mint green hoodie. She wasn’t wearing any makeup and Azriel had to catch his breath. God, why did she have to be so beautiful? He realized that he was staring at her through the screen but his brain wouldn’t form words.

“Hi,” Elain smiled, her cheeks turning pink. “I kind of forgot that we would see each other and not just a screen. Sorry that I look like a mess. I’m going to the gym after this...” She gestured to her hair and Azriel had no idea what mess she was referring to.

“What? You look wonderful,” he said and as soon as the words registered in his brain he wished to be swallowed up by a hole in the ground. He winced. “I mean... I just–” he was making it worse. Lovely. “I just meant that you don’t look like a mess.”

She gave him the sweetest smile. “Well, You don’t look too bad yourself.” She was blushing even more now. Was he blushing too? He had never blushed in his life, so he didn’t even know what that would feel like, but he did feel a bit hot.

Azriel cleared his throat. “So,” he started. “I’m going to flip my screen and film my laptop now. Tell me if you can see what I’m doing.”

“Okay!”

Azriel logged into Youtube and held his phone in front of the screen. “Can you see?” He held the phone in front of his computer, and even though she couldn’t see him anymore, he could still see her.

“Just a second,” she said and held up a finger. She was moving and so was her camera. When she reappeared, Azriel was very happy that she couldn’t see him. She was wearing glasses and they made her, if possible, even more attractive. Her beautiful golden eyes looked even bigger. Like a fawn, Azriel thought to himself.

“Yes, I can see when you have the phone so close to the screen,” she answered.

“Okay, good. Are you near your own computer?”

“Yes! And I’m already logged into my Youtube account.”

Azriel nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. “Great. Then you should see your profile picture here in the corner.” He showed her where to look.

“Mhm, I see it.”

She was focusing so hard on the screen, she had probably forgotten that he could see her. She was leaning in close enough for Azriel to see her freckles.

I want to kiss every single freckle on her body.

The thought entered his brain before he could even react and he was very happy that she wasn’t a mind reader. He tried to ignore her face on his screen and focus on his task.

“You will click the photo, and that should display a menu,” he explained. “Like this. You are going to click ‘Youtube Studio’ here.”

Elain scrunched up her nose in concentration and Azriel thought that he might die from the cuteness.

“Done! What next?”

“Okay, then you click ‘Settings’ at the bottom here,” he showed her where to look. “And then you choose ‘Community’”

“Community?” She asked and bit her lip.

Azriel wanted to bite that lip too.

“Yeah,” he answered, happy that he didn’t have to come up with more advanced words.

“And then you scroll down to ‘blocked words’ here,” he instructed. “Are you there?”

“Yes, I found it,” she answered with a smile.

“Well, aren’t you a gold star student?” Azriel joked and Elain’s face went from smiling to blushing in a nano-second.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

There was a beat of silence again. Azriel wanted to kick himself.

“What now?” Elain asked in a low voice, still determined to get this over with.

“Well, now you just fill in the words you want to block. Make sure that you separate each word or phrase with a comma. And then you just press save and that’s it.”

“Oh, okay. That was easier than I imagined.”

Silence again.

“Can you manage from here?”

Elain bit her lip again. She was staring somewhere behind her phone; probably at her computer. “Ehm, I’m not sure what words to block.”

Azriel thought back to the awful comments he had seen and could think of a handful of words.

“Well, just block the words that these commenters often use, and maybe block bad words in general? You can review your comments later, so if nice comments are being filtered, you can choose to restore them while deleting the bad ones.”

Elain nodded and Azriel didn’t know if he should hang up or stay. So he stayed. His camera was still facing his computer, and Elain was still filming herself. She looked lost in thought.

“Are you okay, Elain?” Azriel asked cautiously, afraid to startle her.

“Hmm?” She looked straight at the camera now, eyes still glossy.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just… tired. I really like doing ASMR, but this sucks. I just want to make people happy and spread positivity, you know? And still, I have to deal with this.”

“Yeah, that must suck.”

Azriel had a question that he had been burning to ask, but he didn’t know if it was too personal. However, as he told himself before, they were never going to see each other again. He could always ask, and the worst thing he could get was a ‘no, I don’t want to talk about it’.

So he asked.

“Elain, can I ask you something?”

She nodded absentmindedly.

“Yesterday you wrote that you had blocked those trolls multiple times. Are you certain that they’re the same people?”

She nodded again. “Yes. In the beginning, they were a bit more creative with the usernames which threw me for a loop. But I realized that it was the same IP addresses every single time, so yeah. I know. I mean, I get hate from complete strangers too, but these people are a bit more persistent .” The last word was spoken through her teeth. She looked upset, but she also looked like she wanted to hide it. Azriel decided to switch his camera back to his face so she wouldn’t feel as vulnerable. And so he wouldn’t feel like a creep for staring at her.

Elain looked a bit startled. “Oh, hi again,” she smiled, but it wasn’t as genuine anymore.

“Do you know these people?” Azriel asked through gritted teeth. He didn’t know why, but he felt very protective all of a sudden.

“Yes, I do. At least the three people that commented yesterday…” she bit her lip again, probably contemplating if she should tell him more. “It’s my ex.”

Azriel tried his hardest to not look surprised and pissed off at the same time. “All three of them?”

With a surprised look on her face, she shook her head quickly. “Oh, god no. No. Just one. His name is Graysen.”

MortalGraysen. Azriel remembered the username because it had sounded so stupid.

“And the other two?”

She let out a long breath. “His stupid best friends, Amarantha and Hybern. Stupid names, right?”

Azriel could only agree. “Very. Why is he bothering you like this, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Elain took off her glasses and massaged her temple lightly. “I dumped him after he slept with Amarantha and then…” she chewed the inside of her cheek. “Then he told all of our friends that he only slept with her because I was so boring in…'' her cheeks flushed again and she didn’t finish that sentence. She didn’t have to. Azriel understood perfectly.

“Okay, so he really is an asshole then.”

“The biggest.”

“Well, I don’t think you can block IP addresses on Youtube, but you could always try to block their names. It might work for a while at least?” Azriel suggested. He needed to help her.

“That’s smart!” she exclaimed and sat her phone down to type. He was very happy that she had leaned it against something so he could still see her.

“What other words should I add?”

Azriel thought back to the comments he had seen. Boobs, nudes, cock, jerk off and tits were all words that she should block, but they were also words he didn’t feel like saying in front of her.

“Just check their old comments and block the words they have used.”

“I’ve deleted the comments, but I remember a few words.” She typed again and Azriel could tell that she was uncomfortable.

“Hey, just block all sexual words and maybe swear words? That should probably work for a while?”

“Okay.” She typed again while Azriel waited patiently. Honestly, he would probably wait forever if it meant that he could watch her on his screen like this.

He felt like a teenager with a crush on the coolest girl in school. He knew that she was out of his league, but his body had not gotten the memo…

“I think I’m done,” she announced and smiled at her phone. At him.

Azriel smiled back. “Which words did you write?” he asked out of curiosity.

Elain picked up her phone and switched the camera so he could see her computer. In the box for ‘blocked words’ she had indeed written a few words.

Blocked words Graysen, Hybern, Amarantha, Boring, Dumb, Stupid, Weird, Ugly, Penis, Vagina, Sex, Sexy, Breasts, Feet, Ejaculation, Nipple, Damn, Fuck, Darn it, Hell,

“Do you think that’s enough?” She asked him in a low voice as if she was ashamed of what she was showing him.

Azriel had to bite his lip in order to keep himself from grinning. It was kind of sweet that she had written down the more technical terms, and not any words that would actually be used on the internet.

“Well, I think it’s a good start,” Azriel answered. “But I think there are a few more words that you should add. And maybe some you can remove from the list.”

“Which ones can I remove?” She leaned closer to her computer, probably trying to find the redundant words.

“I don’t think that trolls will use Darn it, for example.”

Elain pressed the backspace key a few times.

“And which words should I add?” she asked the screen. Her glasses had slid down her nose a bit and Azriel had an urge to reach through the screen and push them back into place.

Azriel scratched his chin, thinking about the best way to phrase it. “Maybe a few synonyms for the words you have written down?”

“Such as?”

Azriel held his breath. “Well…” Azriel hesitated. Was she serious or was she just trying to get him to say dirty words? “I don’t think that internet trolls will use the word vagina.”

“Oh,” her ears turned a lovely pink color. “So I should just add synonyms for that word then?”

“Sure.”

Elain looked lost in thought for a moment before typing again, this time a bit more aggressively. “There are quite a lot,” she muttered.

“Really?” Azriel could only think of two; pussy and cunt.

“Yes. I googled it.”

Of course, she googled a list of synonyms for vagina. Azriel couldn’t hold back his grin this time. She gave him a look he couldn’t decipher. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said, still grinning. “Can you read me this list of synonyms?” he teased, thinking that she would tell him to fuck off.

He was wrong.

“Well, there’s pussy, cunt, vajayjay, punani, ho-ha, flower…” she drifted off and Azriel could tell the exact moment it hit her that she was reading these words to a man she didn’t know. “Oh, god,” she groaned and hid her face in her hand. “Please ignore everything that just happened.”

Azriel chuckled. “I rather not. What’s the weirdest word on the list?”

He was invested now.

Elain looked at him through the screen again, but this time he could tell that she was suppressing a smile. “The weirdest one must be fish taco, or bald man in a boat. One just sounds disgusting, and the other one is just… weird? Like, I don’t get it.”

“I think that the ‘bald man’ is supposed to be the...uh,” Azriel could not finish that sentence. He knew that he was blushing now, too.

“Oh,” she said looking surprised, and then disgusted. “Oh, that just makes it worse.”

The laugh that followed was contagious.

As she laughed, Azriel thought back to the day before. To when he had watched her video to fall asleep. In her videos, she was so calm and collected - the complete opposite from this bubbly, laughing person on his screen. Both sides of her were equally fascinating to Azriel and he wished that he could get to know her better. She was so easy to talk to. Azriel never found anyone easy to talk to. At parties, you could find him in the corner with a drink and a good book. He was not a talkative man. But with Elain, he wanted to talk. And he wanted to listen. He wanted her to tell him about her day and her life, which was absurd. They had been talking for like 30 minutes. They didn’t know each other. They would never get to know each other.

“Thank you for helping me with this, Azriel,” Elain said when the laughter had died down. “I really appreciate it. I’m sorry for being a bit weird and reading you that list. I hope that I didn’t cross a line or…”

Azriel held up a hand to show her that he didn’t mind. “It’s no problem, honestly. I can’t remember the last time I laughed this much.”

Elain shifted in her seat and picked up her phone again, moving it closer to her face again. “Just like you couldn’t remember the last time you had slept well?”

For a second, Azriel was truly afraid that she was a mind reader because that meant that she had heard him think that he wanted to kiss all her freckles. And then, he remembered the comment he had left on her video a few days earlier.

“Yeah, just like that.”

She leaned her head to the side and regarded him through the phone. “Is that true? You can’t remember having a good night’s sleep?”

Azriel shook his head. “I have suffered from insomnia since I was a child. Sleep has never been a positive experience for me.”

He had never opened up like this to anyone. His former girlfriend never understood why he was awake and why he hated sleepovers. The insomnia had definitely destroyed a few relationships over the years. He could tell that Elain wanted to ask about it, but she didn’t. He really appreciated that.

“Well, I’m happy that I can help you with that anyway. It makes me feel less horrible for making you help me with this on a Saturday morning,” she said and gestured to her computer.

“You didn’t make me do anything. I offered. I was happy to help.”

She gave him the sweetest smile yet and Azriel was surprised when he didn’t melt into a puddle. “Well, thank you. Can I pay you for your trouble?”

Before she had even finished the sentence Azriel shook his head. “No, Elain. I really don’t want you to pay me.”

“Okay,” she bit one side of her lip again. Those damn lips. “Can I give you something else then?”

Did her tone sound flirty? Azriel didn’t know. He might just be hopeful because he started imagining all kinds of things she could give him.

“Like, maybe you could tell me your favorite trigger and I’ll make sure that my next video includes it?”

Azriel swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling very thick. “You don’t have to do that, I...”

“But I want to,” she interrupted. “What’s your favorite trigger?”

Azriel was trying to figure out a way to tell her that she was his favorite trigger without sounding like a serial killer. “Well, I don’t really know. I like when you whisper,” he tried, and when she smiled and nodded encouragingly, he continued. “Honestly Elain, I have tried to watch other ASMR videos but they don’t make me fall asleep. Your videos make me fall asleep within minutes. Whatever magic you put into your videos, that’s probably my trigger,” he half-joked.

“Hmm,” Elain regarded him. “I’ll figure something out.” She winked at him teasingly and Azriel hated that this was the first and last time he would ever get to talk to her.

“Well, I really have to go,” Elain declared. “I’m meeting a friend at the gym.”

“Yeah, I have to go too,” Azriel lied. He would have canceled any plan he ever had if he could continue this conversation.

“Well, thank you again for your help, Azriel.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She removed her glasses and looked straight into her camera. It felt as if she was staring into his soul.

“Goodbye, Shadowsinger.”

“Goodbye, Flower Girl.”

The call disconnected and he was left staring at his apps. Not a single one interested him.

With a heavy sigh, Azriel walked to his bed. He was planning to lay down and scream into a pillow when he received a text from a number he didn’t recognize.

New message I searched for a few more synonyms, and this one for penis is horrendous. Just listen to this: Meat banjo. Isn’t that just horrible? I’m definitely blocking that word.

Azriel couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from his chest. It really was a horrendous synonym and he could imagine her sitting in front of her computer, making disgusted faces at the various words on her screen.

New message Oh, this is Elain, by the way.

And that’s when it hit him.

She had texted him and he could see her number. That meant that he could save her number on his phone. It also meant…

Well, he honestly didn’t know what it meant, but he didn’t feel like screaming into his pillow anymore.

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coexiising · 3 years

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Good Neighbors - Chapter Two

SUMMARY ✦ Your parents host a dinner party for the new neighbors.

WARNING(S) ✦ Nothing

MASTERLIST ✦ Here.

It had been three days since your last encounter with Anakin Skywalker. Three days since you could’ve sworn he winked at you. Not that you were counting . . . No, you were most definitely not doing that.

Since then you had been doing, well, essentially nothing but thinking back to that moment of the two of you talking. And it was probably stupid, since it was just two neighbors talking to each other. He was just being nice to you and that was all, there was nothing to think more of. There were way better things to keep your mind on, like going to your part time job and focusing on finishing up your classes to get your degree. You were busy, but that didn’t stop you from stopping whatever you were doing and glancing through your window to see if you could catch a glimpse at your new neighbor.

You blamed it on stupid infatuation. He was incredibly attractive and you were bored, and you weren’t the only one to think so, since your mother the other day said something about inviting your new ‘attractive neighbors’ to dinner one night. You hated how quick you were to say it was a good idea.

One thing that you learned was that your window was right across from your neighbor's master bedroom, which meant that when the curtains were drawn back, you could see right into their room. Which really wasn’t often, since it was only a side window and they had a much bigger window in the front of the house that was open way more often. But sometimes, if you looked at the right time, you could see Anakin or his wife walking around or talking with one another.

You wondered what she was like. She was very beautiful, with coffee brown hair that stayed in natural curls. She also had a good sense of style, always looking classy and elegant that made you feel out of place every time you and her were outside at the same time for whatever reason. It was wrong to be comparing yourself to her, you shouldn’t, and again blamed it on some stupid fantasy you had made up in your head. It was childish, sure, but it wasn’t like anything was ever going to happen.

You could hear him now, downstairs in the open hallway leading to your kitchen and dining room, talking to your mother about something you couldn’t quite make out. It was later in the evening, almost seven, and your family decided to give the courtesy of inviting the Skywalkers to dinner tonight, something you had been looking forward to since your mother informed you a day prior. Splaying your hands on the front of your black dress, you made sure that there were no creases, looking in the mirror to do one final once over of your appearance. You looked nice, maybe nicer than your family were going for, but no one would comment on it anyways. There was a golden necklace around your neck that had been given to you for your birthday a few years ago, which accented right off of your chest. Once you were satisfied, you opened the door to your room and walked down the steps, getting closer to the voices of your parents and your guests.

The second you got to the ground level of your home and saw the backs of both Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala, you made a beeline for the other direction, deciding to make a detour to the kitchen, stumbling over your feet. You didn’t see all of him, but you could see that Anakin was wearing a dark navy blue dress shirt and those black pants that he was always in, the ones that you always ended up looking at for more than the normal amount of time. Pressing your palms into the countertop, you took deep breaths, trying to compose yourself. This shouldn’t be so hard, you were making a big deal out of this . . . Right? You once again had to repeat to yourself that he was married and there was no way that anything could happen, even though deep down you wished that something would.

“There you are, why didn’t you come down earlier?” Your mother asked, walking into the room and heading for the oven, the smell of something cooking taking over your senses and taking you away from your thoughts. “Anakin was asking about you.”

You almost choked on the air you breathed in. “He was asking about me?” Your tone was a little too questionable and she turned to look at you behind her shoulder, her eyebrow raised and a tiny smile on her face. “I mean, why was he asking about me?” You asked, attempting to save yourself.

“I don’t know, something about a ball and his kids, did they almost hit you or something?”

Oh, right. The incident at the barbeque. Of course that’s why he was asking, that’s probably the only time he had thought about you.

“So, anyways, go out there and be a charmer. Your brother is terrible at it and you know your father is probably boring them with business stuff,” She said, going back to the meal she was preparing. You nodded, deciding it was finally time to face them and get your own awkwardness out of the way. The walk to the dining room was brisk and you saw that your father was, in fact, talking about something business related. Padmé seemed somewhat interested, but Anakin was definitely not listening by the way he stared down at the table. You almost laughed, before realizing that your father was talking to you now and you had no idea what he was saying. You were too busy looking at Anakin, seeing his blue eyes dart to your own the moment you walked in the room.

You faltered for a moment. “What’d you say?” You glanced at your dad.

“I was just saying that you finally joined us!” He said, giving you one of his kind dad smiles. You flashed one back, meekly sitting in the only seat that was open at the table, conveniently right next to the person you were trying to keep your distance from. As you pulled your seat out and sat down next to Anakin, your father started talking to Padmé again. You were glad that the attention had seemingly been taken off of you and you could try to keep yourself together for the rest of this dinner.

Though that didn’t seem to be in your favor.

“Luke wanted me to tell you that he was sorry about kicking that ball again, he seems to be really broken up about it, not sure why,” Anakin said to you, turning his head to look right at you again.

You laughed, looking down at your hands in your lap and shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know, you may be hearing from my lawyers soon,” You joked, facing him and seeing a grin on his face. “But you’re one, right? So you should be good.”

“I’m not sure, you have a good case,” He joked, taking a sip of his wine. “I haven’t seen you around in a while, still picking up shifts for your friend?” He remembered.

You nodded. “Yeah, but I’m all done now. We get off for the Fourth tomorrow anyways.” The summer holiday had come quickly this year, but it was still something to look forward to. You loved all the fireworks and the food that came with the celebration. In addition to that, it was your family’s favorite holiday as well, meaning that everyone would go out to celebrate like you always did with the traditional block party that the Skywalker’s would now be invited to. It was as if Anakin would never get out of your life no matter how much you wished to avoid him.

Perhaps it was silly, this whole idea that you could have some type of romance with him. He was married, and it seemed like they were happy together. They had two beautiful children together, nothing could ever change that fact.

“That’s good, your mother was telling us all a while ago about the party. You guys sure love to throw them,” Anakin teased, taking a sip of his glass of wine. You watched his lips meet the glass, noting how pink they looked in the correct light. It took you a moment to compose yourself, looking down at the table and taking the biggest breath you could take without him noticing.

You gave a nod, opening your mouth to say something but being greeted by your mother walking in the room with different pots in hand. Finally, a good distraction that could get your mind off of the hunk of the man beside you. Padmé said something about the food that you couldn’t quite make out, reaching to grab one of the serving spoons while you grabbed for the other. Right as your hand hit the wood handle, Anakin’s own hand came down on yours, him not knowing that you were going to reach for the same one.

“Sorry,” You said, hoping that he would mistake your blush from the contact for embarrassment. Luckily, he only gave you a glance and pulled his hand away.

“You first.”

You took some of the food onto your plate, looking down at it until you were sure that the blush had diminished. The room was so hot at this point that you thought that it was possibly on fire. But it wasn’t, it was all because of how close you were to your neighbor, so close that you could feel his presence right next to you and you could smell the cologne that you had smelled the first day that you met him, bringing you back to the moment you looked into his eyes for the first time. You were sure that if you thought about him any more that you would combust right then and there. So you focused on eating, staying silent while the others made small talk.

Minutes passed by and you felt somewhat comfortable again, reaching beside you to grab your phone to check it under the table. Messages blinked up at you, almost illuminating your face as you read: Y/N! Please pick up. I left my computer at work and my brother has my car. I need it tomorrow so that I can work on my thesis, please, please, please can you get it? It was your best friend. Your heart practically thumped out of your chest at the opportunity to get out of this whole ordeal, where you could take your time to get the computer as long as the Skywalker’s would stay over. And then you would have an excuse for your mom instead of just sneaking off to your room.

“Mom, it’s Julia,” You said, holding up your phone so that she could read the text. “I’m sorry, I really need to stop by work and get her computer. It’s important.” You knew that she wouldn’t be happy about you leaving, but nonetheless she said you could go and you were already halfway out the door when you heard your father shouting your name.

Turning around, you saw that he was standing up with Anakin, a firm hand on your neighbor’s shoulder. “Anakin has offered to drive you. It’s late, you know how bad those roads get at night and I would feel more comfortable if you went with him,” Your dad said. You didn’t really have much room to object, since Anakin was already walking into the entrance area and putting on his coat, a black one that matched the same ‘put together’ style that he always seemed to have.

“Okay,” You said, feeling your nerves turn you almost inside out.

“We’ll be back as soon as we can,” Anakin said to everyone, walking behind you out the door and closing it.

You walked to the car alone with Anakin, basically jumping out of your seat in joy the moment you sat down.

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prfctparis · 3 years

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In a Sweet Sunshower

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summary: He Who Brings Rain and The One Who Shines Bright are siblings. It’s fitting that there’s a sunshower during one of the campaigns when their legions team up.

a/n: a few things about Tatooine Slave Culture in this is borrowed from fialleril here on tumblr, so all rights go to them for that. except for the sunshower thing, i came up with it while driving and wrote this as fast as i could and actually kind of proud of the concept ngl. fun fact! zariza’s name mean ‘gold, brilliantly bright’ in hebrew so obviously it means something similar here in this star wars universe.

There’s an old phenomenon, here on Tatooine – from thousands and thousands of years ago back when this place wasn’t all dirt and sand – where the suns shone high in the sky, and voluminous clouds did little to darken the earth below, and rain fell from them, soaking the life on the ground.

It never lasted long, a few or so minutes at most, but it always happened during the hottest season of the year. It was said to be a beautiful sight to behold. The down pouring rain and the bright shining suns, together. Apparently it looked like liquid gold.

Everyone called it a sunshower. All of the Depur took it as a sign for there to be tricksters coming their way. Some of the Amavikka said that it was a sign of hope from one of the ancient prophets – Ekkreth, or Maru, or Tena, or Ebra – or even Ar-Amu to the slaves.

But most said that during it was when slaves became Free for good.

…We haven’t had rain in ages.

Zariza huffs and grimaces. Every single part of her is sweaty and sticky, and the humidity of this planet’s region might actually end up being the death of her. No, not the droids they fought earlier, or the damn Separatists, or even a stray blaster bolt. But the humidity. She knows that hate isn’t a good thing for a Jedi to feel, but she hates it, through and through. The air feels suffocating – the exact opposite of what it should be – and makes the heat of the sun feel hotter than it actually is.

It’s horrible. She says as much to her Jedi Master.

“Yes, humidity does make what we’re doing harder. Unnecessarily so,” Mace agrees, sounding less annoyed and tired than his padawan but Zariza can hear the edge of the emotions in his voice. He isn’t fairing so well in this weather, either.

At least the battle is over. Now they just have to clean up everything.

The leaders of the planet had asked for clean up help once the fighting had ended and they had verbally agreed to officially join the Republic. Of course the 187th and 501st easily promised they would do so. Neither of the legions have somewhere important to be, except for maybe Coruscant or a High Council meeting, and so here they are. Sweating their asses off in the humid heat that somehow feels like a murder attempt.

“Take a break if you need it, Zariza – I don’t want you overworking yourself in this heat. It could be dangerous,” Mace says after a few more moments. Then to Commander Ponds, “Same goes for all of the one-eighty-seventh, Commander. Take as many breaks as you need.”

Zariza sees Ponds nod out of the corner of her eyes, followed by, “Yes sir, General. Lieutenant Spite and a medic squad are collecting bottles of water and setting up tents for shade. I’ve heard that the five-oh-first are doing the same as they work as well.”

“Good.”

Wiping her brow with the bare skin of her bicep, Zariza is glad that she had the foresight to leave her black cloak and outer tunic on the venator-ship. She now only wears the black boots, leggings, and the sleeveless white under tunic, which is now stained with dirt and a few specks of blood but she could hardly care. The troopers did earlier, though, especially at the beginning of the fight – lack of armor meant danger but Zariza wasn’t about to give herself a heatstroke. She at least still wore the braces for her forearms, and the chest plate that she has since taken off.

One of the troopers – Mayhem, she recognizes the armor – hands her a container of water hardly ten minutes later. She smiles gratefully at him and takes it, taking a few sips, and then hands it back. He caps the container, clips it on his belt, and they both get back to work cleaning broken droid parts and other various debris from the fight. Mayhem never strays too far from her. Zariza might have been annoyed by it if she didn’t know that he’s looking out for her.

On the other side of the large area that had been used a battle field against Seppie droids, are the 501st – her brother included. Like her, he has darker robes than the usual Jedi, and had also foregone the outer tunics because of the planet’s heat before battle started. Zariza won’t be surprised if he’s currently completely shirtless by now – a risk for a sunburn, no doubt, with skin much paler than her own, but that’s his problem. She also knows for a fact that Ahsoka is wearing the tube top outfit she wore constantly before Anakin corralled her into wearing something more covering, a few pieces of armor included, just a month ago.

Hell, even Master Mace Windu is shirtless right now, the weirdness of it be damned. Some troopers have started to disappear regularly, leaving in full gear, only to pop up again with the top half of their blacks and armor gone.

Yeah. Humidity karking sucks.

Needing a break, Zariza leans against a lone tree nearby. She can feel the Living Force flowing through it and focuses on that as she catches her breath. Mayhem spots her and brings her more water without question.

“Thanks,” she sighs, and takes another sip.

Mayhem nods, undoing a second bottle from his belt, right next to where his helmet it clipped. He’s shirtless just like many of his brothers, curly hair frizzy as hell. “You’re welcome, sir,” he says. Once he’s had a few sips of his own, he asks, “How much is left in there?”

She shakes it, and shrugs. “Half, maybe?”

He nods again. “I’ll go back to one of the tents and refill it for you soon.”

She smiles thankfully. “Don’t forget to get yourself some.”

Mayhem chuckles. “Of course not, sir.”

After taking another drink, she hands it back just like before. But she doesn’t move to get back to work just yet. Master Mace nudges her in their bond, asking if she’s okay, and she tiredly pokes back to confirm that she is, all the while eying what’s left of the field to clean up. They’re getting there, but it looks like it will take forever. At least Anakin, Ahsoka, and the 501st are tackling the other half; and they’re getting closer, slowly but surely.

Her eyes flit up to the sky, and she spots grey clouds nearby. But, ugh – they aren’t close enough for them to get rained on.

It causes a frown to tug on her lips. A pout, if she wants to be honest about it.

Mayhem chuckles for a second time, more amused than before. “Finally saw the clouds, huh, verd’ika?”

Another trooper nearby stops and looks as well. A wounded noise escape them. “It’s so close but so damn far,” they say, forlorn. What a Force-damned mood.

“This humidity will be the death of me,” Zariza mumbles.

“That’s not happening on our watch,” they say, firm yet exhausted, the sadness about the clouds suddenly gone.

“Damn straight,” Mayhem agrees.

She can only groan.

Once Zariza has rested for a good few minutes, she stands up straight again, but instead of getting to work, she unties the knot of the yellow bandana at the nape of her neck. The wild, dark waves of her hair are no doubt frizzy and wilder than ever; earlier she was positive that she felt the waves grow in size because of the friz and the humidity, and she honestly doesn’t want to know what she looks like because of it. Quickly, she works on putting her long hair into a nerftail and ties it with the bandana.

What feels like ages later, the planet’s sun is beginning to finally lower in the sky and the 187th has done most of their half of the battle field. Through the bond, Zariza can tell Anakin is close by yet she stays lying on the ground, taking yet another much needed break. The clouds are closer, too. Yet still no rain.

The sound of boots crunching the dry, summer grass as someone walks gets closer and louder, up until the person stops right at Zariza’s head, casting a shadow over her. She blinks and tilts her chin to get a better look at who it is despite already having a pretty good guess. Anakin stands over her, sweaty and shirtless, with red tinting his shoulders, chest, and nose. His dirty blond hair is matted with sweat and it sticks to his forehead and the nape of his neck, a few of the short curls frizzed up, and his face is contorted into a scowl.

“I cannot believe I’m saying this,” he says, “but I miss Tatooine’s dry heat.”

“Agreed,” she grunts.

Anakin huffs and steps to her side. He then sticks out his flesh hand, and Zariza forces herself to sit up so she can grab it. He pulls her to her feet and almost immediately lets go once he’s sure she’s balanced well. The humid heat has made the brother-sister who hug every time they see each other, want to not be touching another body in any way for the foreseeable future.

Anakin runs a hand through his hair, grimaces at the sweat, and wipes it on his pants. Disgusting. “Been drinking enough water?” he asks.

She sighs. “Yep. You?”

“Yep.”

“Ahsoka?”

“Yep.” A beat. “Master Windu?”

She almost says ‘yep’ again, but decides not to. “Yeah, him too. Don’t worry.” She smirks. It’s no secret that before Master Mace took her as his padawan, that Anakin couldn’t stand the man. The feeling might have been mutual, but honestly Zariza doesn’t know and doesn’t care to. For now.

Anakin just rolls his eyes and flips her off, walking off to help Captain Rex and a few more guys of Torrent Company.

Ahsoka comes up to her a second later. The younger teen doesn’t say anything, and neither does Zariza. Usually energetic and happy to get her to know her Master’s little sister better, the heat has zapped the togruta of most of her energy. So in silence, they work together on a particularly large piece of debris, and then immediately head to the nearest tent for some much needed shade. Breaks are becoming more frequent, and Zariza thinks that maybe she will have to stop helping if they don’t finish up cleaning soon.

Anakin is already in the tent, along with Master Mace, Captain Rex, and Commander Ponds by the time the girls get there, and the two padawans wave a short greeting to the men before beelining where other troopers are giving out fresh water.

It’s when one of the Boys In Blue (as the GAR has started calling the 501st) hands them both a fresh container when it happens.

The sound of rain pelting the top of the tent makes everyone freeze. It’s obviously still sunny, but that doesn’t stop Zariza or any of the others to turn to check for themselves. And it is – no clouds directly above them at all – yet the rain is falling down, gradually increasing to a steady downpour. She blinks a few times and inches closer to the edge of the tent, and hardly a second later Anakin is at her side, looking out as well, mouth parted in shock.

“A sunshower,” Anakin whispers.

Zariza numbly nods.

Her mind conjures up a faint memory of being told of a phenomenon from hundreds of thousands of years ago on Tatooine. Of sunshine and rain, together. Of liquid gold. Of tricksters visiting Depur. Of a sign of hope to slaves, or a celebration for the Freed.

It doesn’t look completely like liquid gold like Amu’s tales said, but it was close to it. It’s still beautiful. A stunning phenomenon that neither Anakin nor Zariza believed they would ever get to see.

“They don’t last long,” she finds herself saying.

The Skywalkers turn their heads in unison to look at one another. Matching grins of excitement and mischief form, and without any prompting Zariza is taking off into the rain almost as fast as a blaster bolt, Anakin hot on her heels.

Zariza jumps into an already formed puddle. It’s right next to one of the 501st troopers, Jesse, and it splashes him. Zariza may or may not have used to Froce to make the splash bigger, but that doesn’t exactly matter. Just that there’s a sunshower, that her and her brother are both Free, and there’s a fucking sunshower and it’s amazing!

Jesse lunges at her, wanting to retaliate for getting splashed at, but she slips away easily with loud laughter.

From him, anyway – Anakin catches her a second later with water from a puddle cupped in his hands. He promptly dumps it over her head with laughter of his own, then misses up her hair just for the heck of it.

“Wha– ugh, Anakin!”

“Tag, you’re it!” he shouts, as if they’re eight and twelve again in the Room of a Thousand Fountains instead of sixteen and twenty in the middle of a field post-battle.

Zariza gapes at him, but it quickly turns into grins and she chases after him without a second thought.

It doesn’t take long for Ahsoka to join, or even for the troopers. Within seconds, there’s a large game of tag, troopers splashing in puddles, and almost everyone running in the rain with the sun shining down on them, laughter ringing out into the open and so much Light seeping into the Force that Mace can’t help but shove his Commander into the rain as well.

…Yes, we haven’t had rain in thousands upon thousands of years.

But it is said that one day, when the twin suns shine hotly over Tatooine, that clouds will form once again yet they will not obscure the twins from sight, and a downpour of rain will wash over everyone.

All the slaves will be Free, and Depur will no longer have power over us.

We will have a sunshower once more.

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cl-01-kestis · 3 years

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A Gut Feeling - Tech x Mechanic!Reader | Soulmate AU | 2/2

Summary: After your sleepless night of meeting your Soulmate, you wake up the next day to find he’s leaving.

Warnings: angst

Surprisingly, you had the best sleep you had in a very long time. You didn’t toss or turn, or wake up randomly in the middle of your sleep, you stayed still till the late morning and you woke up to the sound of the bunker door being opened. All the clones were up and dressed, out on patroll which left you all alone.

Rex was the one who woke you up, patting your face softly since he wasn’t entirely good at waking people up. You woke up feeling not tired at all, you felt so fresh and ready for anything to be thrown at you. You got showered in the refreshers and quickly changed into a t-shirt and combat shorts considering it was a sunny day today on Anaxes. Your tattoos were on full display as you walked out of the bunker with a towel draped around your shoulders since your hair was still wet, rubbing your scalp and walking down the ramp which led to the large concrete platform of the Republic base.

Kix and Jesse walked with you to your station at the one of the many mechanic stations, making successful conversation with you as you ruffled your hair once more and looked out across the platform to the bit at the back of the base where Anakin and Mace were discussing things. You didn’t have the energy to work too much today, it had been drained from you the day before and you felt like you needed a day off - if Rex would let you.

“You seem in a good mood today” Jesse commented with a smile, his helmet wedged between his elbow and waist as he leaned against one of the clone carriers which was next to your station. You smiled at his comment, remembering the occurrences that too place last night and unable to stop the grin spreading over your face.

“A bit, yeah” You giggled, causing Kix and Jesse to exchange a look of curiosuty. This didn’t go unnoticed by you though, you only found it more amusing that they were oblivious as to what happened. However, you kept your mouth shut and leaned against your speeder as you sipped on some Caf that Kix fetched for you before getting here.

“Have your missions been difficult recently?” You asked, continuing the conversation on matters that excluded you as you watched the two clones with a smile. Jesse nodded, frowning, that didn’t mean anything good.

“We were assigned to a Separatist base on Anaxes; that Bad Batch were with us- I don’t like em’” Jesse grumbled, causing Kix to laugh and shove his shoulder playfully.

“Don’t get rubbed up the wrong way about them, Jesse, they’re not worth our time” Kix brushed off Jesse’s aggression and his gaze returned to yours. He noticed the way your face got a little dark with a blush, the way you chewed on your lip and tapped your fingers on your Caf cup before looking down at the ground and sighing.

“Something on your mind?” Kix asked with a raised brow. You shook your head quickly in response, sipping shyly at your Caf once again. Jesse exchanged another look with Kix, speaking with their eyes before Rex came out of nowhere to interrupt them.

“You’re requested on Bay 6, (Y/N), as for you two, come with me” Rex didn’t smile as he stared at his soldiers, causing them to immediately get in formation and put their helmets on before following him to wherever they had to go. As for you, you didn’t waste a moment as you downed the rest of the Caf and placed your towel on the seat of your speeder.

You let out another yawn as you walked across the massive platform of the Anaxes station, stretching your arms out and cracking your back as you passed many clones, shouting over and wishing them a good morning followed by waves and salutes. The morning sun kissed your revealed skin as you rubbed your forehead with your shirt, waving yourself as an attempt to cool off as you approached bay 6, noticing Hunter sitting down beside Wrecker who you hadn’t yet met.

“Morning Serg!” You shouted, catching his attention and Wreckers who jumped slightly at your voice.

“Morning (Y/N)! Sleep well?” Hunter asked kindly, patting the spot next to him which made you smile.

“Yep, you?” You seemed shy but surprisingly casual as you sat down next to Hunter, your knees bent as your elbows rest on them. Hunter and Wrecker seemed to be doing the same thing as you and enjoyed the Anaxes sun on their skin, the top half of their armour discarded and in a pile beside them.

“Wrecker slept like a baby, none of us could get to sleep last night with all his snoring” Hunter chuckled, nudging Wrecker who blushed at being called out by his Sergeant, shrugging off his comment casually.

“Pardon me if I’m wrong, but Captain Rex told me I was requested here?” You asked with a tilted head, scratching the back of your neck as you watched Hunters expression shift from a curious one to a smirk.

“Yes thats correct, Tech’s not been shutting up about you” He let out a breathy laugh, Wrecker joining him in the process as if the two of them had an inside joke. Without thinking, a blush swarmed your face and you made a small ‘oh’ noise.

“Where is he now?” You asked, Hunter replied by sticking his thumb up and pointing it behind him at the bunker behind all of you sitting on the ramp.

“Crosshair’s not in so take all the time you need” Hunter winked.

“O-oh, no it’s not like-“ You didn’t even bother to finish the sentence as Hunter and Wrecker smirked to themselves, watching you stand up and walk towards the bunker with a nervous frame. You chapped on the door a couple of times, calling out Tech’s name before it opened and a pair of strong hands pulled you in, the door immediately closing behind you.

“Maker!” You placed a hand on your chest, looking up and feeling immediate relief when you saw Tech.

“Morning sweetheart, sorry I scared you” Tech chuckled, removing his helmet from his head but he kept on his goggles as he bent down to give you a peck.

“Not at all, just a little susprised” You smiled, cupping his cheek and stroking it softly with our thumb. Tech placed his helmet on the nearest bed beside him and took off his goggles, placing them beside his helmet before wrapping an arm around your waist. Your heart fluttered at his romantic gestures and you looked up at his beautiful light brown eyes. You noticed a hint of honey swirled around the pupils and that only made him more beautiful.

“I’ve got a while till I have to leave, but I want to spend it with you” Tech said with a shy smile, taking something from his pocket and revealing a beautiful dark purple crystal that sparkled in the bunker’s lamp light.

“This is just a little thing I picked up on my way back to the base, I saved it for studies but I thought you might like it” He sounded almost nervous as he raised it to your view, offering you it with a slightly shaky hand. Without hesitance, you cupped the stone in your hands and delicately took it from Tech’s, staring at it with big eyes.

“This is beautiful, pelire” You gasped, clutching the stone tight to your heart and looking up at Tech with the most beautiful expression he’d ever seen.

“I’m glad you like it my dear, let’s sit” He offered you his hand, smiling from ear to ear as you took it and let him drag you to his part of the bunker which was filled with all different types of technology and materials. Tech was certainly the curious type.

“Wow” Your mouth gaped open when you spotted his data pad.

“This is one of a kind technology! I’ve heard all about this stuff, it’s so cool seeing one in person!” You started geeking out with your mechanic mind, sitting down on Tech’s bed and placing the stone on your lap before carefully picking up his specialised data pad. Tech sat down opposite you on the bed beside his and watched you with a beaming expression.

“Kamino was kind enough to offer me one, you can look through it if you want” He shrugged as he gestured to the data pad, folding his arms and leaning them on his knees as he continued watching you fiddle around with it.

“This is so cool- sorry I’m going through all your stuff without even asking you” You reached out to offer him his data pad but he raised a hand to deny it.

“Look through it, there’s loads of different photos from different missions I’ve been on if you want to check them out” Tech moved over to sit beside you, taking his data pad from your grasp and typing in a few things before bringing up a folder full of hundreds, if not thousands of photos.

“Wow...” Your jaw started to get sore with how much it was staying open, eyes darting to each photo to drink in as much info as you could. Tech wrapped an arm around your waist as he placed the data pad on his lap and started scrolling through the photos.

“This was when all of us were cadets” He chuckled, clicking on one photo in particular that revealed them as very young boys. You instantly recognised Tech and chuckled when you saw him whack Wrecker in the top of the head with a smaller data pad, they looked as though they were arguing in the photo whereas Crosshair and Hunter laughed.

You felt so comfortable in his arms, you were so glad he was opening up to you like this. You understood it would take him a while to do this with anyone else, that thought made your heart race. Seeing Tech in his childhood made you realise just how much he was like anyone else, that went for all the other clones. He was just like you, he had a life before he met you and you wanted to learn all about it, just like he wanted to learn all about you.

“What about that one?” You asked, clicking on another photo which showed a teenage Tech cuddling a very grumpy Crosshair as he slept. You giggled as Tech blushed and scrolled to the next one.

“It was common for us to cuddle, warmth is a survival tool after all” Tech tried to reason as he fought the redness off his face. You continued smiling at his words and thought of how cute he looked when he was asleep, not in a creepy way or anything.

“This one looks interesting” You pointed at the screen, your finger hovering above a young Tech as he aimed his two DC-17 hand blasters at a Separatist model on the clone training course.

“That was my final exam, all of us went through a different training program to heighten each of our abilities - I had to get into the system to shut down all the droids, it was prettt difficult though” He chuckled at the end, scratching his neck as he looked at the photo for a second longer before sighing to himself and swiping away from the photos. You looked up to Tech who seemed deep in thought, placing the data pad beside him on his bed before turning to look at you.

“I know this is a sudden question, but when can I next see you?” He sounded excited as he took your hands in his and smiled. Your heart skipped a beat just at the sight of his smile and you had to think for a moment, pursing your lips and frowning before raising your brows and sighing.

“I’ll be moved to Coruscant whenever Skywalker lets me, but I’m free whenever... what about you?” Your voice trailed into a soft whisper, your chest starting to sink with sadness when you realised Tech was going to leave today.

“I have no idea, we’re a busy troop... but I will visit as much as I can- here” Tech took a pen out of his pocket, looking around for a piece of paper. Rolling your eyes, you offered him your bare arm and let out a chuckle when you saw his frown of confusion.

“Make do with what you’ve got” You caused a smile to burst out on his face once more and he shrugged, taking your arm as if it were glass and scribbling down his holonumber on it before leaving a small ‘x’ at the end. You giggled at his gesture and looked at it once he was finished. He had such nice handwriting, even on skin.

“I may not always be around but I’ll always be one text away” He cupped your cheek, kissing your forehead lovingly before leaning his own against yours. You two stayed like that for a while, basking in the comfortable silence of the bunker and lacing your fingers together.

Everything felt so perfect. You couldn’t wait to tell your parents about this, especially your Dad and Brother. Having found your soulmate, you had such a more positive perspective on life and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your days beside Tech. You understood you’ve barely known him for a day but he immediately made himself a part of you the moment you both met. It felt like this was what the force wanted, even though you weren’t a Jedi or force wielder, but you heard the Jedi speak of it including Mace Windu, who had originally found you and recommended you to the organisation of Mechanics working at Coruscant.

You admit you weren’t ready to leave Tech just yet even though he needed to go, you had just met him only yesterday and you couldn’t stand the thought of anything happening to him when you two were apart. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if that were the case.

Tech seemed to notice your tense posture and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your skin for a while longer as if he was analysing how everything felt and what emotions he was experiencing. Tech was so brand new to this emotion called love, all his life he never desired such things but now he was face to face with it. He couldn’t run from it and he certainly didn’t want to, and it made it even more interesting considering you two were completely different in almost everything. But aside from differences, the two of you were surprisingly very similar personality and hobby wise. He loved using technology, you loved to make it. He loved exploring the universe, you had yet to see it at all. He loved learning new things, you were the one who taught him, and you were teaching him now what love really meant.

He cherished this moment with you as if it would he his last, and there was no telling whether or not that would be the case. Tech was a busy man and dealt with deadly missions that almost got him killed over 50% of the time. Things were difficult now because he had a thing to fight for now, he had someone in mind every time he was close to death and needed to fight back. You were the reason for all his doings now, every opinion and thought, you were behind it now. In some people’s opinions, it would be considered as a burden, but to him it was so much different from that.

His whole life, Tech was engineered to never feel anything to do with love or affection. That went for all his brothers as well. He shouldn’t feel this way, but he does and he can’t run from it. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger and he’s never felt so willing to fall at someone’s feet. What would he do if he ever lost you one of these days? Maker knows, Tech certainly didn’t want to know.

A fist slamming against the door of the bunker caused you and Tech to jump out of your skins. Your heart slapped against your rib cage as you tried to steady your breathing, trying to shake off the wave of shock your body was in from the sudden loud noise.

“Hurry up Tech! Times ticking!” It was Crosshair, sounding as irritated as ever. Your shoulders slumped and you looked down sadly as you picked up the stone resting in your lap. Tech held you close as he pressed his lips firmly against yours and cupped your cheek with his free hand.

“We should get going before they burst in” He sighed, standing up from his bed and starting to pack all his things for the journey ahead of him. You helped him back, taking things from his bed and hanging them to him so he could put in properly without damaging anything.

He had so many different gadgets, a mechanic’s wet dream completely. You found yourself staring at each piece of technology for a second longer than necessary and it made Tech smile to see you were so curious about everything he owned. Your hands grazed against each other more than once as you handed him his belongings and eventually ere was nothing else to pass on. Tech zipped up his backpack and stood up, slipping the straps onto his shoulders as he walked over to the bed he left his goggles and helmet on, picking them up before placing them on his head and letting out a hollow sigh.

You followed behind Tech, holding onto the crystal he gave you and hesitantly placing it in your pocket as you approached him. Tech turned around and enveloped you in a tight hug, stroking your hair and wishing he could give you another kiss but the helmet covering his head restricted him from doing so. Even so, you kissed the side of his helmet and earned a soft chuckle from him as he cupped your cheek and stroked it with his thumb.

“Come on!” You both frowned and turned to the door when Wrecker slammed it open, a scowl on his face which was quickly replaced with a shocked expression.

“I’ll be out in a minute” Tech said with a cold, frosty tone, glaring hard at his brother who nodded and closed the door shut once more.

“We should really get going” You sighed, pulling away from Tech and taking his hand as you walked out of the bunker, opening up the bunker door your gaze meeting with Hunter’s who’s arms were crossed and a smile was on his face.

“Come on lovebirds, we ain’t got all day” He smirked, nudging Tech’s shoulder with his own once he was close enough. You chuckled at the brothers behaviour and watched in amusement as Tech shoved Hunter back with a hint of irritation in his eyes, all whilst holding your hand.

You followed the bad batch to their ship, the Havoc Marauder, walking beside Tech and squeezing his hand softly when you finally approached the ramp and let him go. Crosshair, Hunter and Wrecker all boarded the ship after waving to you farewell and Tech was left standing on the stairs.

“I don’t want to leave you here” Tech sighed in disappointment, taking both of your hands and brushing your knuckles with his thumbs. You looked up at him with glassy eyes, your heart practically stuck to him him as he removed his helmet and brought you in for a deep kiss, startling some clones around you who were on duty. You kissed back immediately as a tear flew down your cheek, unable to control your emotions as you pulled away and wiped your eyes. Tech kissed away your tears and calmed you down by whispering sweet nothings in your ear and stroking your hair.

“Everything alright over here?” You jumped and turned to look and see Anakin Skywalker with his arms folded and a raised brow. You and Tech quickly pulled away from one another and you wiped away your tears.

“I guess” You answered, shuffling awkwardly in front of him as he looked between you and Tech with wide and amused eyes. Anakin took a step towards you, leaning into your ear and patting your shoulder.

“You know, if you want to join him it wouldn’t hurt anyone” He whispered, pulling back and sending you a wink before saluting Tech and walking off. You stood in your spot with a surprised expression, your tears of sadness were quickly replaced with a beaming smile as you turned to Tech and looked up.

“I’m coming with you” You beamed.

“You what?!” Tech exclaimed in excitement, screaming at Hunter to refrain from powering up the ship as he watched you run off to collect your things from your mechanic station. Your heart was racing, pumping with adrenaline as you lifted your tools box and collected all your things from the bunker including your clothes and washing products.

You were so quick in returning to Tech, one hand holding your tools box whereas the other held a backpack full of messily dumped clothes. Tech couldn’t be more happy as he looked at you though, taking the toolbox from your grasp and helping you on the Havoc Marauder as Echo and Crosshair came to see what was taking Tech so long, only to realise you were joining them.

2 new members in one day? Hunter liked the sound of it, even though Crosshair had a thing or two to say about it, his comments were brushed to the side and you were graciously assisted by Echo and Tech who helped you unload everything when you arrived.

As you looked back down the ramp, you looked to see Rex, Jesse and Kix all smiling in the distance. You walked down the ramp mid way and saluted them, immediately earning them back from the three clones who all looked sad to see you go. Giving them one last wave, you turned around and took Tech’s hand that was stretched out for you to take.

“Welcome to the crew, mechanic” Tech smiled, kissing your cheek as the ramp closed over and you were with your new family, the people who you really belonged with.

#star wars #x reader #clone wars #the bad batch #bad batch tech #clone trooper tech

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sonderwalker · 3 years

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as a follow up to this previous drabble, please enjoy some more modern married AU below the cut

“You don’t have to be so grumpy, you know,” Obi-Wan quipped as they walked down a brightly lit path.

The air was cold enough that Obi-Wan could see his own breath form in front of his face, and was grateful for the fact that Anakin had decided to give him back the green sweater that he had first borrowed from him years ago.

“I’m not grumpy,” Anakin muttered back, shoving his hands inside of his pockets.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped as he watched Ahsoka run up the path towards them, her braids flowing behind her.

“Skyguy!” She exclaimed as she got closer, and Obi-Wan noticed that there was a different kind of sparkle in her eyes as she held up her phone.

“Barris said she’s on her way!” Ahsoka said, shoving the phone in Anakin’s face who leaned away.

“Barris?” Obi-Wan asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Yeah, Snips has a huge crush on her,” Anakin replied while grinning.

Obi-Wan laughed as he watched Ahsoka’s face change from one of joy to one of annoyance, raising her eyebrows and crossing her hands over her chest.

“You can’t just go around and tell other people my business, I don’t want Barris to know yet!”

“Okay, sorry sorry,” Anakin said as he held his hands up and smiled.

“My lips are sealed,” Anakin continued with a wink, and Ahsoka rolled her eyes and groaned.

“Hmmm, it isn’t like Barris to be behind on something,” Obi-Wan noted as he ran his hand over his beard.

“You know Barris?” Ahsoka asked, tilting her head to the side slightly, her braids following suit.

“I work with Luminara, and Barris works for her as a research assistant.” Obi-Wan pointed out.

“You never mentioned that to me, Anakin!” Ahsoka exclaimed.

Anakin shrugged, “I didn’t think it was important at the time.”

Ahsoka groaned.

“Well, it looks like everyone made it!” Padme exclaimed with a happy smile.

Around them, lights in different shapes and colors moved about, and people walked in groups, holding hot drinks in their hands. Ahead Obi-Wan spotted Barris, who was nervously playing with a pin on her hijab talking to Ahsoka, who seemed to be excitedly chatting away about something. He watched as Ahsoka said something and Barris laughed, prompting Ahsoka to now be the nervous and flustered one.

Then he turned his attention back to Anakin and Padme, who were standing next to each other. He had given her the container of cookies that he had made earlier, and now the two of them stood next to each other, watching the crowd as they munched on snacks.

Or, as Anakin stood with a hot drink pressed closed to him and Padme munched on the cookies that he had made. He had a slight frown on his face, and Obi-Wan watched as his shoulders shook slightly despite the numerous layers that he was wearing.

And now that Obi-Wan was looking more closely, he could tell that Anakin still looked exhausted, despite having spent most of his break so far resting.

“I guess so,” Anakin mumbled as he brought the paper cup up to his lips.

“Why do you seem upset?” Padme asked as she turned to face him and Anakin rolled his eyes.

“Oh, not you too,” Anakin groaned and Padme raised an eyebrow, turning to look at Obi-Wan.

“You do seem… off, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said sincerely.

“‘M fine.” Anakin mumbled as he took another sip of his drink.

“Well,” Padme began looking down at her phone, “It looks like there’s a snowstorm on the way, and I know that you two don’t live as close as the rest of us, so maybe you should get going soon?” She suggested, looking at Obi-Wan with a soft smile.

“That would probably be best,” Obi-Wan noted while Anakin shrugged and stepped away from Padme.

“Perhaps we can catch up another time?” Obi-Wan asked as he and Anakin began to walk away.

“Of course!” Padme exclaimed

“Is something on your mind?” Obi-Wan asked as they walked back towards where they had parked.

“Why do you keep asking me that?” Anakin snapped, his brow furrowing.

“Because you have hardly smiled all day, and this was something that you were looking forward to, dear one,” Obi-Wan pointed out as they walked off of the path that they were on and into the parking lot.

“It was something you were looking forward to,” Anakin pointed out.

“So, you’re telling me that you didn’t want to come?” Obi-Wan asked as he pulled the keys to the car out of his pocket.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Anakin snapped back.

“Then what are you saying, Anakin?” Obi-Wan replied, exasperated at the sudden sour mood his husband seemed to have.

“Ugh, nevermind. Forget it.” Anakin muttered as he slid into the passenger seat of the car, turning the heat up all the way.

They rode home in silence.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said as the door to their apartment closed behind him.

“What?” Anakin snapped, turning to face him, the frown from earlier still on his face.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, knowing that his anger wasn’t going to solve the problem, but also trying to resist the urge to grab his husband by the shoulders and shake some sense into him.

“Is something wrong? Did I do something?” Obi-Wan asked, unsuccessful at keeping his voice level as it began to rise.

“You’ve been irritable for the entire night!”

“I wouldn’t be so irritable if you didn’t keep asking me about this every five minutes!” Anakin snapped back and Obi-Wan huffed.

“Well, perhaps if you told me what was bothering you instead of ignoring the problem, then we wouldn’t be having this discussion right now!” Obi-Wan replied, all but yelling at this point.

“There isn’t a problem!” Anakin replied, his voice cracking. His fists were clenched, and even though they were now inside, Obi-Wan could see that Anakin was still shaking.

His expression softened slightly as a result.

“Everyone wanted to go to that light festival and we did and we got to see and talk to everyone, so I don’t see what the problem is! Or what your problem is!” Anakin yelled, taking deep breaths between his words.

“And you keep talking to me about how I’m the one who’s-” but he stopped talking, his eyes widened as he blinked several times before collapsing where he stood.

#modern married obikin #mostly harmless #also you can pry these headcanons about barris and ahsoka from my cold #dead hands #obikin #and some barrisoka in there as well!#they are a cute ship #my writing #writing #fanfic

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Word count: 5.5K

Warnings: All of them? This is just pure filth okay. Like lets see what we’ve got here; Threesome, oral sex (male and female receiving), some good old penetrative sex. Dom/Sub dynamics and a lot of sexual tension.

Request: My entire blog has been a mess of people wanting a threesome between Anakin, Obi-wan and reader. That’s it. That’s the plot.

A/N: it’s like three in the morning. I just want to go to bed. I edited like half of this. I hope this is at least half as good as you expected. Like I know I nailed that sexual tension but the actual sex, not so sure. Also, I’m actually afraid to tag anyone in this. I think I’ll make a special tag list for the smutty shit. Let me know if you want to be on it!

Masterlist Ko-Fi (I feel like I’m allowed to shamelessly plug this in here after all the other stuff I just wrote while feeling no shame... well maybe a little shame. But seriously ya girl is broke and anything would help.)

When you were assigned to accompany two Jedi knights on a lengthy diplomatic mission you had expected a pair of crusty old men. After all, it was a diplomatic mission. Assuming the planet didn’t spontaneously combust there wouldn’t really be any danger, so there was no need for skilled warriors.

When you stepped through the airlock of the hanger where you were to meet the Jedi, you were quite surprised when you found the exact opposite waiting for you. It was putting it lightly to say the two men were attractive. Your eyes were drawn to what had to be the younger of the two; his boyish grin and the way his hand combed through his hair far too charming for their own good.

It was the other Jedi that noticed your presence first. He motioned towards you redirecting his companion’s attention. When the dark-haired Jedi’s eye’s met yours you realized you had been staring. You took a moment to settle the blush you felt rising at being caught and then finished your approach.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Senator.” The bearded man’s smile was pleasant as spoke. “Allow me to introduce ourselves. I’m Obi-wan Kenobi and this,” he took a moment to gesture to the other Jedi, “is Anakin Skywalker. We’re the Jedi assigned to accompany you.”

You made a mental note of both the names praying you wouldn’t forget them later. “Well, I look forward to working with you Master Kenobi and Master Skywalker.”

Anakin chuckled softly before crossing his arms. “I wouldn’t worry about formalities, Senator. Just Anakin and Obi-wan are fine.”

“Then you might as well stop calling me Senator,” you replied, “this will be a long trip after all. I imagine it’ll go a lot smoother if we can all just be friends.”

“Oh, I doubt that’ll be a problem,” chuckled out Obi-wan, “now, while I’d love to stand here chatting; I’m afraid we’ll have to do all our getting to know each other on the ship. We do have people waiting for us after all.” He offered his arm for you to take. You had heard rumours about this specific Jedi. Many of the female Senators were quite fond of him and liked to gossip about the times he had flirted with them. You had never paid much attention to them but it was becoming increasingly easy to understand their obsession.

You slipped your arm through his, it would be rude for you to deny his gesture. He was just trying to be a gentleman after all. You spared Anakin a quick glance and were met once again with that boyish smile of his. It was going to be the death of you; you knew that much. And so was Obi-wan if the way your heart sped up upon his touch was any indication of how the next month would go. This assignment was already far more interesting than you had originally expected.

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Becoming friends with the two Jedi wasn’t difficult. Their personalities were easily just as attractive as they were. You found out quite quickly that the rumours of Obi-wan being a flirt were true and, as inappropriate as it was, you craved the attention he gave you. And Anakin. He had a teasing yet kind personality that you couldn’t get enough of.

You grew close to the men; finding yourself seeking them out during your free time. So, it was no surprise to anyone when you and Obi-wan found yourselves up late together. Anakin had excused himself earlier in the evening leaving the two of you alone in the living area of their shared quarters.

Obi-wan took a sip of the dark drink in his hand before setting it down on a small table next to the couch. He was quick to snatch the glass from your hand as well. “I think you’ve had enough of that,” he said, placing your glass next to his.

“What, no! Give that back!” You leaned across his lap desperately reaching for the glass.

His gently pushed you back laughing. “None of that Senator. We have to work to do early tomorrow and as cute as you are drunk I don’t think the politicians will share my sentiment.”

“I’m not drunk,” your protest. One of his eyebrows cocked as a smirk formed on his lips; lips you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of. “Okay, so maybe I’m a little drunk, but it’s not anything I can’t sleep off.”

“And that’s why I’m stopping you now,” he replied. He relaxed back on the couch, his legs spread and one arm propped up on the back cushion.

You also repositioned yourself on the piece of furniture; your body facing his and your legs tucked underneath you. “Well then, Master Kenobi, since you won’t let me indulge in my drink; would you care to indulge my curiosity for just a moment?” You could feel yourself shifting close as you spoke, leaving less and less space between your bodies.

“Of course.”

“Then tell me, does the Jedi code have anything to say against physical relations?” you asked, the alcohol making you bold; removing any pretense of how wrong what you’re asking might be.

“Not explicitly, no.”

You hadn’t noticed him leaning closer until you felt his breath brush across your face, it smelt of Alcohol. Up close you noticed more about him than you had before; the way his smirk grew and the slight shake to his head as he spoke only served to full the fire you felt burning in your chest.

Your noses were nearly brushing when you finally answered. “I see,” your voice was hardly more than a whisper. You raised your hand slowly and only stopped when you could feel the very ends of his beard tickled your fingers. There was an electricity that filled the small space that separated you. It made you desperate to close it. To finally give in to the pull you felt whenever you were near the man.

You never had the chance.

The sound of a door opening caused you to jump back in surprise. Anakin stood sleepily in the doorway running a hand through his messy hair. “You two talk so loud, you know that? Some of us are trying to sleep.”

“Sorry Anakin,” apologized Obi-wan.

Anakin had already turned around and waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah, whatever. I’m going to back bed.”

Obi-wan stood and then offered you a hand, which you gladly took. “It’s getting late, you should get to bed as well,” he said while helping you up.

“I suppose I should,” you sigh. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Despite the earlier intrusion the need to kiss him was still there yet instead of giving in to your desires, you turned and left; retiring to your rooms for the rest of the evening.

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After that night you never had a moment with Obi-wan where you were both alone. You were accompanied by various politicians or Anakin and any given moment.

Anakin was his own problem. More specifically the effect he had on you. Where his old master was more subtle in his actions and compliments Anakin was more forthright. Not a day went by where he didn’t take a moment to compliment you on your appearance. And he never missed a chance to tease you while that gorgeous smirk played at his lips. Every time you saw it you had to resist the urge to kiss him. You didn’t know if it was intentional but the way he looked at you didn’t help. There were times your eyes would meet his. On the surface his expression was pleasant, but hidden not-so-well in his gaze was a desire to take you where you stood.

You always rationalized these occurrences as being just your imagination or you projecting your own desire for the man onto him. Of course, the fact that you had any sort of feelings for the Jedi was a problem, but as long as you could tell yourself it wasn’t reciprocated you’d be content keeping it to yourself.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and admired yourself in the vanity mirror before you. Your gracious hosts had decided to throw a banquet in honour of the aid you and your companions had provided. Seeing as it was a formal event you had taken the opportunity to dress up a little more than usual.

Your makeup had been applied delicately to accentuate your features and your hair tied up in intricate yet delicate knots. The dress you had picked out was a deep red and lay waiting for you on your bed.

Standing up from the plush bench of the vanity you walk over to your dress. You take a moment to smooth your hands over the silky fabric; removing all the creases. You were going to love great in it, you could already tell.

Lifting the dress from the bed you carefully stepped into it. Reaching for the small zipper located in the back of the dress you were met with a problem. You couldn’t reach. Realizing you were going to have to call for a servant to help you opened your door just enough to peek your head out. Instead of finding a member of the palace staff as you had hoped you Anakin was standing there hand raised as if to knock on your door.

“Oh, Anakin! Can I help you with something?” you greeted with a sweet yet surprised smile.

“I was just coming to see if you were almost ready,” he said and then gestured at the door, “can I come in?”

You had to think for just a moment. There was the small problem of your unzipped dress and the sheer amount of ass that visible while it was in that state but he could also be the solution to the problem. With no one else in sight, you opened the door enough for him to come in.

“I actually need your help with something,” you say closing the door behind Anakin.

He looked at you, a small amount of concern swirling around in his blue eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes. Everything is fine,” you were quick to reassure him. “I just need you to zip up my dress.” When you turned around Anakin’s breath hitched and you mentally cursed yourself for choosing to wear such lacy bottoms. You worried it made it seem like you had wanted him to see you like this. But maybe you had.

He was gentle as he worked the zipper up the dress. Every time his fingers brushed against the ridge of your spine you breathe caught in your through and a shiver shot through your body. You only hoped Anakin hadn’t noticed

Anakin laughed behind you once finished and his fingers ghosted over your bare shoulder. “Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

“Possibly, but what are you going to do about it?” You continued to face forward not trusting yourself to look back at him.

He stepped closer, you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His fingers lazily continued to brush against your skin; this time daring to dip over your should and trace the line of your collar bone.

“I could help you ease some of the tension,” his voice was low as he spoke and you could feel his breath hitting the back of your ear, “I’ve been feeling it too, you know.”

Your attention was pulled away from the heat pooling in your stomach by a knock at your door. “(Y/N), are you still in there? I sent Anakin to get you but he obviously hasn’t come back yet.” There was no mistaking the voice outside the door for anyone but Obi-wan.

You stepped away from Anakin and opened the door. “Sorry for keeping you waiting Obi. He was helping me with my dress,” you quickly apologize.

You watched his eyes wander over your body, taking everything you were offering. He brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. Throughout the gesture, his eyes never left yours. “You look absolutely stunning tonight,” he said the moment your hand had left his mouth, “I doubt there will be a person there that can keep their eyes off you.” You knew what he was really saying was that he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off you.

Anakin, obviously annoyed at being interrupted early, walked up behind you and leaned against the doorframe; his body brushing against yours. “Well if we’re in a big enough hurry from you to come find us we should get going.”

“Of course,” Obi-wan was quick to offer you his arm, “M’lady?” He was being as charming as always and you couldn’t resist the chance to slip your arm through his.

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The banquet ending up being rather disappointing. There was plenty to eat and drink and overall it had been rather good. The disappointing part was how much work you ended up doing. You had been hoping to send the evening in the company of your Jedi companions but the other politicians had started seeking out your attention the moment you walked in. You were a senator after all, which meant that you had far more power than the local politicians. They all wanted to be on your good side and they did seem to realize that the best way to do that at the moment was to leave you alone.

You were slightly flushed from drinking when a warm hand on your shoulder grabbed your attention. “Obi-wan and I are heading back to our rooms for the evening.” It was Anakin, “I was wondering if you’d like to join us?” You couldn’t be more thankful that he had decided then to come and save you. The man in front of you was incredibly borning and you were worried if you listened to him any longer you’d fall asleep.

You turned and slipped his hand from your shoulder and into your hand and into yours. “I’d love that,” you turned your head to face the man you had been talking to, “I’m sorry for leaving so soon but I promise to get back to on your proposal as soon as I have the time.”

“Of course, Senator,” replied the man, “I look forward to your response.”

Neither you or Anakin said anything until you were out of the banquet hall. “Thank you so much, Ani. I don’t know how much longer I could have listened to him,” you said, letting go of his hand.

His hand followed yours, trying to catch it again. It was a small movement that you almost missed. “You looked like you were about to fall asleep,” he laughed, “Obi-wan’s waiting for us back in our room.”

“Waiting for us? It almost sounds like the two of you have something planned.”

“Something like that,” replied Anakin with a small shrug.

A small laugh slipped past your lips, “well I can’t wait to find out what it is then.”

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When you arrived at your destination Anakin wasted no time ushering you through the door. On the other side, you were greeted by Obi-wan. His fingers still lingering in his beard as if he had been deep in thought before you walked in.

“It took you long enough,” stated Obi-wan.

“I’m sorry Master,” replied Anakin. You watched a smirk curl at the edge of his lip, “you wouldn’t believe how many people wanted to talk to our sweet Senator.” Obi-wan approached you slowly a smirk forming on his lips as well, “I can only imagine. Did you say anything to her?”

“I thought I’d leave that to you.”

You could feel their eyes on you, watching every little move you made while listening to their interaction. Their gaze was hungry and full of an intensity you hadn’t seen from either of them before. A shiver raced down your spine, from fear or anticipation. You couldn’t tell.

Obi-wan slowly circled you as he spoke, his body nearly touching yours. “You see, Anakin and I are tired. Tired of what, you might ask?”

You shuddered away from the spark you felt from his fingers grazing over your check.

“You’ve been such a little minx lately. Teasing us with something we can’t have.” He nodded his head signalling for Anakin to take his place behind you. You could feel his fingers already playing with the zipper of your dress.

Anakin’s calloused fingers trace the ridge of your spine and stopped when he hit the top of your dress, “ After all that teasing, we figured it would only be fair if we got to do some teasing of our own. And ultimately give you what you want, if you’re good.”

You shivered once again, there was doubt that it was from anticipation this time.

Obi-wan’s thumb gently brushed over your bottom lip, “if this is what you want?”

“Yes.” Your response was breathy and quiet. In a moment of boldness, you leaned forward to catch his lips with your own but were stopped by a strong hand holding your jaw in place.

He chuckled, his face impossibly close to your own. “Someone’s eager. Patients is a virtue, Senator.” His piercing blue eyes held your gaze and you could only manage a small nod in response. “Anakin.”

“Yes, Master?” Anakin’s fingers were toying with the top hem of your dress as if he was trying to resist the urge to just tear it off you.

“How do you think she would look without the dress?” His eyes never left yours as he spoke.

Anakin chuckled lowly, “I know for a fact what she’s wearing underneath is much prettier. Want me to take it off, Master?”

“Yes, I think I do,” replied Obi-wan. He tilted your face closer to his and ran his thumb over your lip once more before pulling you into a needy kiss. His lips were rough against your soft ones and he was quick to add his tongue to the mix. You let out a small and satisfied moan at the feeling.

Meanwhile, Anakin got work unzipping your dress; moving painfully slow. He took his time, lips brushing over every new inch of skin as it was revealed to him. Between the after-effects of the alcohol and your rising arousal, your mind began to swirl. Trying so hard to pick a sensation to focus on but ultimately failing.

When your dress fell from your shoulder you shivered from the coolness of the room and then from the feeling of Obi-wan’s large hands gently caressing the tops of your breasts. His eyes had left yours and had moved down to focus on the lacy bottoms you still wore.

“You’re right Anakin. This is much prettier.” You watched the lust completely cloud his eyes. “What I’m wondering is why you wear something like this, my sweet? Were you hoping this would happen?”

“I- uh,” you tried to answer but you just couldn’t find the words. Part of you had wanted something like this to happen since you had met the two Jedi. But that was the part of you that held your fantasies, things you never expected to happen.

Yet here you were; their hands wandering aimlessly across your body. And there was an undeniable heat forming between your legs and a strong need for more. More of what? You weren’t sure, but you needed more.

You opened your mouth to whine when Anakin’s lips brushed against your neck. He was gentle at first but slowly increased the pressure of his lips. He took the liberty of littering your neck with a few light nips. Earning another moan from you that was only drawn out when Obi-wan’s delicately ran over your nipples. You didn’t miss the pleased smile that flashed on his face as they perked up under his touch. But it still wasn’t enough. In a weak attempt to quell the ache at your core, you rubbed your thighs together.

Your actions only earned you a chuckle from the ruddy haired Jedi. One of his hands dipped below the curve of your breast and down the rest of your body to gently stroke your sex. It was enough to make your breath catch and your bottom lip find a home between your teeth. Even through your bottoms, Obi-wan could feel the wetness that was beginning to pool there. “Someones feeling needy. Anakin, I think she could use your help, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” replied Anakin, ready to take Obi-wan’s plan before you.

You felt his bread brush your neck as he leaned towards you, his lips mere centimetres away from your ear. His fingers slipped just beneath the waistband of your bottoms and lightly tugged. “Take these off for me, darling.”

“Yes,” you breathed out. Your wrist was caught in a tight grip before you had the chance to remove the article of clothing.

“Sir,” Obi-wan’s voice was firm as he spoke.

“What?” you couldn’t stop a small edge of confusion creeping into your voice.

“Call me sir,” his grip loosened up on your wrist, but only slightly.

“Yes sir,” those words leaving your lips were music to Obi-wan’s ears.

He placed a kiss directly underneath your ear, “good girl.” It was almost sinful the way the words flowed effortlessly from his lips. You needed him; you needed both of them, now.

When his hand released yours you were quick to remove the undergarment. And Anakin was even quicker when it came to filling the place left vacant by Obi-wan. “What would you like me to do to her, Master?”

Obi-wan’s fingers came to toy with his beard as he thought. You personally didn’t care what he did, as long as he did it soon. “You really should feel how wet our sweet Senator is before doing anything else.”

“Of course, Master.” One of Anakin’s fingers slipped between your folds pulling out a hiss of pleasure from you. He circled your clit for a moment before removing his finger. You whimpered from loss of contact but it ultimately went ignored. “You’re right about how needy she is, we really should do something about that.”

“Yes, we should.” Turning your head you saw him slipping out of the majority of his robes, leaving himself in only his trousers. After debating for a moment he picked up the cloak and slipped it back over his bare torso. “I have a feeling,” he mused, “that this may be easier on a bed.”

Wordlessly you followed the two men into one of their bedrooms, you weren’t sure who it belonged too. Obi-wan was the first to climb onto the bed. He looked rather relaxed with his legs spread out and his back resting against the headboard. He motioned for you to come to him and you were quick to obey. When you straddled him he shook his head, “more like this, darling.” He repositioned you so your head rested on his chest and your upper-half met your spread legs at a gentle angle.

Anakin was hurridly throwing off the last of his clothes. You couldn’t stop your eyes from hungrily roaming up and down his body. You stopped when you reached his cock, breath hitching at the thought of how it would feel inside you.

Obi-wan’s chest vibrated in a quiet chuckle, obviously finding some amusement in your reaction. “You really are a little slut, aren’t you.” the absent way he said it made it sound if he was thinking aloud but none the less the name brought a flush to your cheeks and a fresh surge of desire.

“Are you almost ready Anakin?” the man behind you asked; his fingers tracing the curve of your neck over and over again.

“I’m waiting for you, Master,” replied Anakin.

“Why don’t we start with your fingers then,” said Obi-wan, “she seems to like that.” As if to prove his point his fingers came to gently rub your clit; just long enough for a moan to leave your lips. He lifted his fingers to your mouth. “Open,” the word was quiet but commanding none the less. As soon as your lips parted two of his fingers found a space between them. You could feel a hum reverberate through his chest as your tongue ran over him. It was becoming increasingly difficult for you to ignore the sign of Obi-wan’s arousal agaisnt your back.

Anakin’s only response to the scene before him was a mischevious smirk. He eventually settled between your legs, his face level with your sex. His first touch was painfully slow; moving up one thigh and then down the other. He loved watching you shiver under his touch.

He continued like this for a while, you weren’t quite sure just how long. When his thumb finally brushed against your sensitive numb your moan was one of relief as much as pleasure. Even then he was still slow, taking the chance to savour how you felt underneath his fingers. When you started to squirm a pressure held your hips in place.

Obi-wan must have been able to sense your concern over the sourceless restraint. “It’s just the force, darling.”

You were focused on Obi-wan and his words when curled a finger inside you. You gasped from the suddenness of it.

Obi-wan’s fingers found your hair, tangling themselves in the soft locks. “You look so beautiful like this. And you’ve been such a good girl so far. Should I tell Anakin to use his mouth? Would you like that my sweet?”

“Yes sir,” you whimpered, Anakin now lazily thrusting two fingers into your soaking cunt.

“Well, you heard her Anakin. Use your mouth.”

“Of course Master,” he eagerly placed a kiss on each of your thighs, taking the opportunity to suck small marks into your skin. You had expected him to remove his fingers when his tongue began to work on your sensitive nub yet they continued to thrust in and out. Always curling to hit that perfect spot inside you.

Your moans grew in volume and frequency and you felt your release building inside you. You were so close when you felt Anakin’s hand and mouth leave you abruptly.

“You’re being too loud, darling. We can’t have anyone hearing us now, can we? Let’s find something to preoccupy that pretty little mouth of yours.” Obi-wan gently eased you up and motioned for Anakin to relax on the bed.

Obi-wan leaned forward, his bread tickling the shell of your ear as he spoke, “I imagine you’d look absolutely lovely with Anakin’s cock in your mouth. Don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

You could feel his smirk, “then I suggest you don’t keep him waiting. He can be so impatient.” He nudged you gently in Anakin’s direction.

You crawled over to him quickly coming to rest between his legs. You took a moment to just watch him.

Anakin saw it as hesitation and in an attempt to spur you on he propped himself up; his hand playing with a lock of your hair, “Don’t be nervous, I promise to be gentle with you.”

“I’m not nervous,” you start, “I was just admiring the view.”

You place you a light kiss on the head before licking up the beads of precum that had gathered there. His deep groan only made you want more. You slipped as much of his length into your mouth, your hand circling around what was left. You wanted to move slowly, force him to endure what you had. But when his hands tangled into your hair and his hips bucked into your mouth, no matter how gentle, you knew he was setting the pace and there was nothing you could do to change that.

Obi-wan’s large hand ran up the arch of your back once again splitting your attention between the two men. “Hmmm, I was right. You really go look gorgeous like that, and you take him so well. Maybe I should properly reward you this time.” He moved around until he was positioned directly underneath your raised sex.

He patted your thigh just hard enough to get attention, “sit.”

You couldn’t help but squirm once seated on his face, his beard tickled far more that you had anticipated. But his hands took hold of your hips and held you in place. The warmth of his tongue licking a slow line up your slit had you moaning against Anakin’s cock. The added stimulation pulling a stream of curses from the young man.

Obi-wan couldn’t help but chuckle, the feeling sending shivers through your entire body and once again causing you to moan.

Anakin was getting sloppy. His thrusts speeding up and the grip on your hair tightening almost the point of pain. His release was coming, and you were more than happy to help speed up the process.

You were prepared when you felt his hips stutter and cock quiver in between your lips. You eagerly swallowed as much of him as you could, relishing in the way he watched you with hooded eyes.

You gasped as your mouth left him, your lungs trying to fill with air. Your attempt was foiled when Obi-wan’s tongue began to focus on a particularly sensitive part of your sex. His name slipped past your lips like a prayer and continued to do so until Anakin caught you in a heated kiss.

You could feel it coming again, that release you needed so badly. With every passing second knot in your stomach tightened, and then it broke all at once. You clung to Anakin, your fingers digging in his back and your desperate moans muffled by his lips.

Obi-wan did bother moving until you had finished riding out your orgasm. But when he did he was sitting up and pulling you around to face him. You weren’t sure when he had taken off his pants but he was as bare as you and Anakin now.

You dipped your head to take his cock in your mouth when he stopped you, “not tonight, darling. I need to be inside you. Now.”

You straddled him, the feeling of him pushing into you slowly had your lower lip between your teeth as you tried to hold back the loud moan that threatened to escape. He stifled his own moan by burning his face into your neck. “You feel incredible, darling,” he groaned against your sweat-covered skin.

Obi-wan’s hips moved up to meet yours in deep langued strokes; his lips kissing every inch of skin he could reach.

You felt the bed shift behind you as Anakin sat behind you. His lips were soft as they moved across your shoulder blades, but this was contrasted by the hand that had reached around you and worked mercilessly at your clit and the other that pulled at your nipple.

You could feel another orgasm sneaking up on you, the two men working wonders on your body. When it hit your vision flashed white for a moment and a mess of the two names mixed together left your lips in a loud moan. The way your walls flutter around Obi-wan only served to spur him on until he found his own orgasm only moments later. He was quick to pull out and cover your thighs in his sticky seed.

You were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat and breathed heavily. You were still recovering when Anakin scooped you up and set you down on your back. “My turn,” he mumbled as he kissed you, his lips frantic and needy.

He eased himself into you slowly, aware of just how sensitive you were at the moment. His pace was quicker than the one Obi-wan had set and rougher. You nails dragged down his back as the kiss became a mess a teeth and tongue.

Once again Anakin felt himself getting dangerously close to the edge. He hips sped up, chasing his orgasm. “On your, stomach? Can I,” he groaned out. It was hardly coherent yet you understood him perfectly.

“Yes,” you moaned.

Moments later he was slipping out of you and covering your stomach with ropes of his warm seed. He continued to hove above you, his breath coming out in shallow pants. He leaned his head down to rest against yours and you giggled when his hair tickled your cheek.

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Later, after you had all managed to get cleaned up, you lay between the two men. Your eyes were dropping from the exhaustion of your previous activities. “We really should do that again,” you mumbled.

“If we do, I get to be in charge next time,” stated Anakin, his fingers running through your hair.

Obi-wan gave him a quizzical look, “No, I don’t think so. I had far too much fun.”

“Sharing is caring Obi-wan,” replied Anakin.

“Out of all the things I’ve ever said to you, that’s what you choose to remember?” scoffed Obi-wan

Anakin shrugged, “only when it gets me what I want.”

You giggled and fell asleep before hearing the end of their childish argument.

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You Belong with Me. - Anakin Skywalker x reader

Unisex.

⚠️Warnings: the reader says goddamn.

3113 words

This day started the same as any other day. You woke from your small room that was very high up in the Jedi Temple. You got out of bed and got ready for the monotonous day a head of you. You took a quick shower, got out and dried off. The only thing you took extra time on was your Padawan braid. You wore it with pride no matter how bad you hated it and couldn't wait to become a master to chop it off. Throwing your robes on quickly, you headed for the door. You only had an hour before your meeting with your master and the council. You wouldn't dare be late but you had gotten back from a mission very late the night before and hadn't eaten in days, so you headed to the dining hall to grab something quick like a meiloorun and some juice.

You had hoped to run into some friends along the way since you hadn't been home in a while. Your two best friends were Anakin and Makenna. Both extraordinary Jedi and your most favorite people in the world. But to no avail that's not who you ran into.

"(Y/N)! Oh I am so glad to see you've made it back safely!" Padmé says running up and embracing you in a rather tight hug. "When did you get in?"

"We got back last night. I would've told you but it was very late." You say breaking the hug and awkwardly crossing your arm to hold the other. You had known Padmé for a long time. You once had to escort her back to her home planet on Naboo for a mission, so you had gotten to know much about her. But it seemed no matter how polite and gentle she was a part of you was always a little intimidated by her. After all she was one of the most beautiful women in the galaxy and to top it off, a senator. You couldn't help but stare at the floor when talking to her, almost as if her beauty was blinding.

"Ani will be so glad to hear you're back." She said rubbing the arm you were holding. You suddenly sensed the feeling of worry coming from Padmé. You look up into her sorrrow felled eyes.

"What is it?" You ask. She makes a you-already-know face towards you and you bring your hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. "The dreams again?"

"Unfortunately. But you know he won't tell me about them." She now puts her head down shaking it side to side. "It's just- I don't know why he can't talk to me, I'm his-" she smiled down at the floor shaking her head, "Apart from that I'm glad he has you! You are his best friend!" You cringe at her last sentence. You loved being Anakin's best friend but an even bigger part of you wants so much more. You've never felt in competition with Padmé because there's no contest. He would pick her every time and you couldn't blame him. She wore the most extravagant dresses credit could buy and you were in your tolerable, baggy Jedi attire.

"Okay well just tell him to come find me later." Your mind was being overcome with ill-mannered comments about how she didn't deserve him but you kept quiet. "Shall I escort you to the dining hall?" You hold your arm out to walk Padmé down the long corridor to the dining hall.

"Oh this is perfect! I was just heading that way to speak with Ani. You may join us." Padmé says as if you had no choice, but you didn't like being around them when they were together. You were consumed with jealousy when he, or she, made advances towards one another. Anakin would always look at her so lovingly as he caressed Padmé face, she'd blush and reveal her bewitching smile. Neither of them knew your feeling a towards Anakin. You pushed your feelings deep deep down but you were afraid if you got too jealous you wouldn't be able to stop Anakin from sensing your emotions.

"Thank you for the offer, Padmé. But I'm going to be in a bit of a rush seeing as though I have a meeting with the council in just a few minutes, so I'm just gonna sit by myself to not distract myself." What you said didn't make sense in your head and it didn't sound any better coming out. You didn't know what else to tell her though. Hey Padmé I can't sit with you because I'm madly in love with your boyfriend. Absolutely not.

"Oh, okay! That's fine. I'll just have him find you later." You could sense something was off about Padmé again but this time you weren't sure what.

Once you got into the dining hall your eyes overtly go to Anakin sitting by himself. Your breath hitched in your throat at the mere sight of him. You started to feel your cheeks warm up as you blush. You then clear your throat and tell Padmé goodbye before she makes her way to Anakin. You grabbed your breakfast and sat just behind them at another table. You didn't want to sit with them but you wanted to hear their conversation.

Padmé was upset with him, that much you knew. She kept saying things like; you always do this, how dare you and even sometimes I question our alliance.

She was talking about their marriage. She doesn't know you know about their marriage but you did. When Anakin told you he was so happy. You faked it for hours then finally excused yourself to your room and almost drown in your own tears. He talked about wanting to marry her but that's not the Jedi way so you thought nothing of it. You didn't talk to either of them for weeks. Your master knew of your feelings for Anakin, so she helped you out by telling them you were on a mission when in reality you were so emotionally weak you could barely move a muscle.

"Hey you're back!" You heard your friend Makenna from over your shoulder. You shushed her still trying to ease drop on Anakin and Padmé. "Oh shit what'd I miss?" She asked trying to get the dirt on their relationship. Makenna also knew about their marriage because you told her. You had to tell her. You weren't eating, you weren't sleeping and her being your best friend you couldn't keep it from her any longer.

"They're fighting." You say in a hushed tone.

"Oh yeah. They've been fighting for weeks now. Ever since you left actually." Makenna said.

"Do you know why?" You ask out of curiosity.

"Just Anakin being Anakin. I heard that he has been disagreeing with the council again and," she got closer to your ear to whisper a little softer, "he's been disappearing randomly. Like he's supposed to be on a mission right now with Obi-Wan, but no one could find him. He's in a lot of trouble right now and Padmé has been livid. They're constantly at each other's throats." Makenna took a sip of your juice after telling you the recent gossip. Your stomach twisted at the emotions you could feel coming from Anakin. He was stressed, anxious, tired and furious all at the same time. The tension made you feel sick. You turned your focus back to Makenna to distract yourself from getting sick.

"Doesn't help that he's having the dreams again." You say making her eyes grow huge.

"Again?! What of this time?" She asked.

"I don't know yet. Padmé just filled me in on it. She says he won't talk to her about them, as usual. If he can't even open up to her then why is he with her? Can't he see that I'm the one who understands him?" You say putting your head down now starring at the table. You start to think back to the nights when Anakin would cry himself to sleep in your bed. How you'd comb through is hair with your fingers and watch him sleep. He never slept peacefully but there were those few seconds in between his conscious and unconscious state. Where his head was filled with nothing but the peace of silence, before the dreaming and after the breakdown. Those were the little moments you lived for with Anakin. I wondered if Padmé had every really looked at him the way you do. You doubted it though. Seeing as their relationship is so hidden it's almost like they keep it a secret from each other as well. They always asked for you to join them in whatever they were doing because they didn't like being alone together. And Anakin isn't the only one who keeps secrets in that toxic relationship. He tells you all the time about the secrets she keeps in her head. He, sometimes, even reads her mind because the deceitfulness becomes too much to bare. At this point you're starring at them. They're still fighting but they're covering it up with fake smiles.

"Hey?" Makenna says nudging your arm, "He's a boy. Chosen one or not. And boys are stupid. They see one pretty girl and think they're in love. You and I clearly know that he should be with you but he's not because he's a stupid boy. So, get over him, move on. Stop letting him hold you back from living your life, (Y/N)." Makenna started rubbing your back soothingly and you nodded towards her. She was right. Anakin never showed interest in you and only came to you for his problems. No more.

"You know what? You're right." You say standing up now. "I- I have been living in Padmé's shadow trying to compete and for what? He has never looked at me twice. I'm done. You say angrily in a hushed tone trying not to draw attention. "Thank you, my friend. I have to go now. I have a stupid council meeting." You rub her shoulder in gratitude and head out of the dining hall. When you open the doors to the corridor it almost felt as though you were walking into your new life. A life of no Anakin. It definitely scarred you but it also felt like something you should've done a long time ago.

—————— Night Time

After the council meeting you had a very good day. Your master gave you the day to do as you pleased sense you had been on your last mission for so long. So you just did stuff to kill time and to avoid Padmé and Anakin. Neither of them ever really went to the training arena so that's where you spent most of the day. You trained along side a fellow Padawan, Kham. Kham was a couple inches taller than you but not quite as tall as Anakin. He had darker hair and blue eyes that went with his beautiful dark complexion. It had been rumored for a while that he had a crush on you but you never got that vibe from him. To you you guys were nothing more than just friends.

After training and hanging out for a while he asked if he could walk you back to your apartment. You said yes not wanting to be rude and to also not walk alone. You guys were telling corny jokes and making each other laugh until you got to your front door. There sat Anakin against the wall awaiting your arrival. When he looked up to see you walking with Kham you saw his face contort into a rage. Was he jealous? No he couldn't be. What was there to be jealous of? You were you and nothing more than a best friend to him.

"Anakin." You say greeting him with a nod. For once you weren't happy to see him. At this point you wouldn't mind if you never saw him again. Just the sight of him enraged you.

"(Y/N)." he said back to you in an angered tone, "Kham." He greeted Kham as well. "I've been waiting here for well over an hour." He spat at you as if to make you feel bad. Kham felt the tension between the two of you.

"Okay, I'm gonna go. Anakin," he nodded. "Good to see you and (Y/N) I'll see you tomorrow." He says giving you a sweet smile. You smile back in response and he leaves you with Anakin. Great.

"Why didn't you tell me you were home. I had to find out from Padmé." He says jumping right into an argument.

"Sorry dad we got back late." You say.

"What's tomorrow?" Anakin asked. In reference to what Kham had said to you.

"A word to describe the upcoming day." You say sarcastically knowing exactly how he'd respond. You didn't care though. You simply walked past him and into your apartment.

"You know exactly what I mean. What is wrong with you?" He asks annoyed with your new attitude towards him.

"Are you really here to find out what's wrong with me or for me to be your emotional support blanket? Come here Ani let me soak up every ounce of frustration and anger you feel so you can feel better about yourself." You're tone had gotten louder. You didn't care if the entire temple could hear you. You were just glad that you were finally sticking up for yourself.

"Oh, so now my emotions annoy you?" He says way too dramatically for your taste.

"No Anakin that's not what I'm saying. I'm annoyed that that's all we talk about now. Ever sense Padmé came into the picture all I get from you is your emotional, sad, depressed state and the second you feel better you run right back to her. I'm exhausted Ani. I'm exhausted. I can't do this anymore." You say turning your back to him to not show him the tears you're holding back.

"Well, if that's how you feel then fine. I'll go." You could hear him head to the door but you wanted him to hear everything you had to say because you didn't know if you'd have the guts to say it again.

"You know- I used to think you hung the goddamn moon and all the stars, Ani. I so obviously loved you and you couldn't careless. For years I have been by your side through all your ups and downs and I got nothing in return. You never greet me when I come home from missions but oh- I didn't show up one time when you came home and you didn't talk to me for a week. So you go Anakin because I'm done. I can't take it anymore of this emotional abuse. I- I can't." You could feel the pooling tears in your eyes start to full. The tears you wept were not for him but for you. They symbolized everything you held back from him all these years. You were overwhelmed but relieved to finally be done with the charade and excited to be your own person again, if you ever were to begin with.

Anakin was frozen in his tracks still looking at the door. You cried silently not wanting him to stay and comfort you. You also knew he needed time to process everything you just told him. You'd never talked to Anakin that way and you wish you didn't have to. You wondered if he would indeed just leave. You wondered if he'd say absolutely nothing and walk out the door. But he didn't. All Anakin did was turn swiftly on his feet. Now starring at you he puts one foot in front of the other as if he was going to walk over to you. He stops as if he were still numb by your words.

"You think after all this time I didn't know you loved me? If you didn't love me why would you stay up with me all those nights just to talk? I've always known." He pauses for a moment. You just stare at him in confusion. Were your feelings a game to him? You wondered unto he spoke again. "Even after all this time and all those late nights you never once realized how crazy an- and insanely in love I am with you?" You gasped at his words throwing your hand over your mouth. "I never show up when you come home because I get too nerves to see you and when you come home hurt I- I lose my mind. When you didn't show up that one time I thought you needed space. When I saw you with Kham I almost lost it." Everything he said was music to your ears except the last part. He's jealous of a guy you're not even dating?

"Your jealous of Kham? That's funny, um, how about your wife? How do you think that makes me feel? I have to see you guys together constantly. If you love me so much then why do you torture me? Why did you marry her?" You wipe a tear away aggressively trying to appear stronger than you feel.

"Because I don't have to worry about her as much. Before her you're all I thought about day and night, which I still do. I thought being with her would help me get over you. Every time you go on a mission I'm scarred it'll be your last. I can't think straight or concentrate on anything when you're gone. You're my rock." He walked towards you now at a steady pace. Your tempted to take a step back but you don't. You just stare at Anakin until he fills in the empty space between you.

"I love you, (Y/N). I have always loved you."

You say nothing in response. You just do the one thing you'd been dying to do since you met. You kissed him. You kissed him in a way that cannot be described with words. Butterflies ran all through your body. Your head now feeling dizzy from all the passion and emotion that seeped from your mouth into his. He did not hesitate to kiss you back in this long awaited kiss either. You felt him smile on your lips which made you giggle. You nuzzled you're head into his chest and he enveloped his arms around your lower back. You were over come with joy now knowing that your best friend, Anakin Skywalker, the chosen one, was in love with you. You picked your head up to stare into his beautiful blue orbs.

"I love you, Ani." He just smirked down at you and kissed you ones again.

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One Shot:Nightmare//Anakin X Reader

Summary: You help comfort Anakin after a nightmare.

A/N: (This is just me ranting btw) Ya’ll I think I’m dying. Ya girl’s got a double ear infection and pulled a back muscle dancing. But besides that I’m doing great and have lots of cool fic ideas! Also I am trying to get back into a writing routine! What days should I post, Saturday, or Sunday? Let me know!

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Angst but like, fluffy angst? Nightmares but nothing scary. CUTENESS! Oh, and typos

The night sky stretched over the endless city of Coruscant, covering it in a calming blanket of darkness. Inside your apartment, away from the busy night life of the streets, you slept soundly next to your boyfriend, Anakin, enjoying the serenity.

A sudden movement from the other side of the bed roused you from your deep slumber. You twisted in the silk sheets and onto your back before opening your groggy eyes, letting them grow accustomed to the darkness of the room. Through your cloudy vision, you saw Anakin tossing and turning restlessly, his face contorted with pain, his brow covered with a thin sheen of sweat. You had awoken to this sight a million times before and it broke your heart every time. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you gently tapped his arm.

“Ani it’s ok it’s only a dream.” You attempted to tell him in a soothing voice. Slowly, Anakin came out of his sleepy trance. He abruptly sat up, turning so his feet hung off the edge of the bed, his bare back facing you. He ran his slightly shaky mechanical hand through his curly locks, and you listened intently as his deep intakes of breath filled the otherwise silent room.

You kept quiet as you watched him take in his surroundings, realizing that he was in the safety of his own home. Crawling over to his side of the bed, you sat down next to him, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder.

“Hey.” He placed his much larger hand on top of your small one.

“I’m sorry if I woke you,” His voice was deep and muddled from sleeping. You rested your head on his shoulder while you brought Ani’s hand down to your lap, drawing soft circles with your thumb in the skin of his wrist.

“It’s ok.”

He gave your hand a small squeeze to wordlessly express his appreciation for you. “Was it a nightmare?” He nodded in response. “You wanna talk about it?” He shifted his position to face you before enveloping you in his arms, bringing his flesh hand up to cradle the back of your head.

“I’d rather just stay here with you, baby.” You melted under his touch. You reminded yourself that you were the one who was supposed to be comforting Ani but you couldn't help but get lost in the security of his touch, and the soft night breeze wafting through the open window.

After a moment of still silence, you adjusted yourself so you could look at Anakin’s face. From first glance his expression was sharp and stoic, but on further examination you could see the indescribable pain that laid in his eyes. Under his stare you felt a wave of goosebumps crawl across your skin.

“Ani, you can talk to me.” You watched as he bit his bottom lip, contemplating whether or not to let you through his emotional barrier.

“These nightmares make me feel so weak. They make me…” He took a deep inhale of breath, attempting to take a moment to formulate the words and admit his feelings. “Afraid and ashamed.”

“Ashamed?”

He looked down at his feet to avoid your intense stare. “Fear is not the way of the Jedi. I’m ashamed of feeling weak, of not being enough for the order, for Obi Wan or Ashoka.” He paused. “For you.”

Your heart ached at the raw emotion in his words.

“Oh Ani,” You got up off the bed and stood in front of him, kneeling on the floor so that you could look him in his eyes. Lightly, you brought your hand up and gently traced the scar on his eye while you thought over how much he had given to the order. “Fear is human. Fear is what makes us different from droids, and most importantly, without fear we wouldn't have the capacity to be brave or keep what we love safe. Fear doesn’t have to make you ashamed, it can make you kind.” You brought up your other hand to hold his face in your palms “You are not weak Anakin Skywalker, I will never be able to put into words how much you mean to me!” He leaned over and buried his face in the crock of your neck. You could feel warm tears begin to dampen the fabric of your night dress. “You mean everything to me Ani.”

“I love you so much.” He murmured into the warm skin of your neck, voice tight with emotion.

You smiled before pulling back from his embrace. “I know. I’ll be right back, ok?” He gave you a small smile as he whipped the tears from his damp cheeks. Rising from your kneeling position, you turned on your heel leaving him on the bed, heart slightly warmer.

When you returned, you held two hot drinks in your hands. You handed one to Anakin before seating yourself down next to him. He slowly sipped from the mug and savored the taste of the sweet drink on his tongue.

After a moment of quiet peace, simply enjoying the company of each other, you said to Anakin,“Do you remember that time we went to Dex’s and you made me laugh so hard that blue milk came out of my nose?”

He chuckled lightly at the memory. “You looked so pitiful.”

“It really hurt!” You protested, nudging him gently.

“You got it all over that dress you like.”

“Yeah, and then this really handsome jedi came and gave me his cloak so that I could get to his apartment and change.”

“Handsome?” He asked, cheekily.

“Oh yes, he's gorgeous! And he knows it too.” You sighed playfully “I'm afraid it will go to his head one of these days.” You giggled like a school girl at the look he gave you.

“Oh, or how about that time we got lost in the lower levels of Coruscant and we ended up in that shop for that small species of...something or other, I can’t remember the name.” Ani said excitedly.

You nodded and you drank from your mug, smiling fondly remembering the experience. “You kept hitting your head on everything. You had a crazy welt back there the next day.”

“At least we found that cool band in the bar next door.”

“Oh yes! They were so good, we should find out when they perform next!”

Both you and Anakin had finished your drinks at this point. “Well I’m sure we can do that tomorrow sweetheart.”

“There can’t be a tomorrow if we don’t go to sleep first.”

“I...Don’t know about that logic.”

You snickered. “I was trying to be cute, I don’t think it worked.”

“You’re always cute.” You felt your heart swell with love for Ani.

“Do you think you can go back to sleep?” He took your mug and his and placed them on the bedside table.

“I’ll try. I know you’ll chase all the nightmares away.”

“They better not mess with my man!”

With a wide grin on his face, he pulled you into his strong arms before plopping back on the bed. You half halfheartedly reached down and attempted to pull the soft sheets over you and Ani, but sleepiness overtook your body all too quickly and you left off. Once again, you brought a heavy hand up to Anakin’s chest and began to draw lazy abstract designs onto his bare torso. You placed a small kiss right over his heart. “Good night Ani.” He smiled down at you, sleep beginning to overtake him as well.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

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dettiot · 4 years

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Fic: late-night interruption 8/?

late-night interruption Author: dettiot Rating: G (for now) Summary: When Obi-Wan receives a late-night comm from Sabé, he’s not sure what to expect. But what he learns will change many lives . . . and the fate of the Republic.

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XXX When he awoke, he felt odd. It took a few moments for Obi-Wan to realize why.

It wasn’t because he was in a strange room--the guest room in Padmé’s apartment, he remembered--or due to the swell of happiness he felt from Anakin.

He felt odd because he hadn’t meditated before he fell asleep. And there had been a dream. Satine had been there, but--but he couldn’t remember now what happened. He closed his eyes and tried to strengthen his memory, but the dream slipped away, like sand sliding between his fingers.

What was the Force trying to tell him with these visions of Satine? He opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, searching for an answer. He was no stranger to seeing Satine in his dreams, even before they had met again, since they had revealed the truth of their feelings for each other.

Satine loved him. And he would have left the Jedi Order for her.

Her words had haunted his dreams and only meditation before bed helped keep the dreams somewhat at bay. But after her death at the hands of Maul . . . the dreams had come more frequently. Filled with the possibilities of what might have been if he had left the Order. If he had been faster, stronger, better.

Breathing out slowly, Obi-Wan rose from his bed and sat cross-legged on the floor. With slow, even breaths, he sank into a meditative state, seeking calm and peace after a tumultuous night.

For the first few minutes, he simply existed, letting the flow of the Force wrap around him. And then, he allowed himself to touch on his feelings for Satine: on the regret, the heartbreak, the loneliness.

Obi-Wan didn’t know how often he had tried to release these feelings into the Force. He wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to fully rid himself of the emotions Satine stirred in him. But he kept trying, because he knew Satine would not want him to feel this way. To feel guilty about what he hadn’t been able to do, to regret ever knowing her.

Thank the Force he at least had an option for healing himself.

A small smile touched his lips. During their year on the run, Satine had often asked him questions about the Force, trying to understand it. She had been especially curious about the practice of releasing emotions into the Force. Her interest was sincere, but Obi-Wan knew Satine thought the idea of letting go of feelings to be unnatural. She was a pacifist and an idealist, but she was still a Mandalorian. Satine was too passionate to discard her emotions, even if her duty kept her from always showing those emotions.

Slowly, he felt his guilt and sadness begin to recede and ease. His mind felt clearer, the galaxy opening up before him. Obi-Wan felt his shoulders relax as he kept meditating, finding the clearness he sought.

When he opened his eyes, he felt ready for the rest of the day. Rising to his feet, Obi-Wan went to the small guest refresher and cleaned up before pulling on his tunic and trousers. Then he went to the kitchen in search of some tea.

The moment he stepped into the kitchen, he had to hold back a laugh at the sight of Anakin. His hair was utterly disheveled, his tunic was rumpled and covered in blobs of milky-colored, half-dried liquid, and he was staring at the caffmaker as if it held the answers to all the questions in the galaxy.

Clearing his throat to push down his amusement, Obi-Wan said, “Long night?”

Anakin nodded then straightened up to look at him. A small smile flitted across his face, at odds with the bags under his eyes. “Yeah. But it was great.”

“Being woken up several times?” Obi-Wan asked as he put the kettle on for his tea.

“Because I got to spend time with the twins! And with Padmé. She’s so amazing. Nothing flusters her. Even when she’s feeding both of the babies. At the same time, Obi-Wan!”

It had been a long time since Obi-Wan had heard such enthusiasm in Anakin’s voice. It reminded him of the boy Anakin used to be, chattering on about droids or lightsaber forms. Obi-Wan smiled slowly at his former Padawan.

“How are the babies?” he asked, letting his pride and happiness shade his Force presence.

Anakin smiled widely. “The twins are just--they’re amazing. Luke has the sweetest smile, and Leia is so stubborn, but she already loves Luke and will do what he says. He’s going to be the one to keep her calm, I can tell.”

Obi-Wan smiled. “I hope I can spend a bit more time with them this morning before Ahsoka arrives.”

Nodding, Anakin poured himself some caff. “Me, too. I’m hoping to keep the twins occupied until Padmé is ready to wake up. She’s got it harder than me, since she has to feed the twins every time they’re hungry, and she can’t have caff.”

“Can’t have caff? Why--oh,” Obi-Wan said, as the reason became clear to him. It couldn’t be healthy for two newborns to ingest caffeine, and since their source of food was Padmé . . .

With a lopsided grin, Anakin nodded and sipped his caff. “The lack of caff is the reason why Padmé is still sleeping.”

The kettle whistled and Obi-Wan poured the hot water over the tea leaves. Although not his usual spicy blend, it was soothing and pleasant, and Obi-Wan enjoyed his sips. Feeling strengthened, he looked at Anakin.

“I suppose you haven’t had much time to think about the news Ahsoka is bringing us.”

“More than you might think,” Anakin said, leaning against the table. “It’s weird, isn’t it, that Mandalore is coming to the Jedi, to the Republic--right?”

“It is, although as Ahsoka said, she’s affiliated with one of the factions battling for control,” Obi-Wan said. “Perhaps this faction is willing to assist the Republic when it suits their interests.”

Anakin grunted. “That’s not exactly reassuring.”

“No,” Obi-Wan agreed. “There’s so little information coming out of Mandalore about what’s happening there . . .”

“Don’t get me wrong, I trust Ahoska,” Anakin said. “And she’s not easily taken in. I’m just wondering what it all means.”

“I know,” Obi-Wan said, stroking his beard. “Especially the idea that the Kaminoans are telling tales about the clones they’ve created.”

His former Padawan frowned. “That’s even weirder.”

Obi-Wan nodded as he sipped his tea. That was the strange thing about all of this: the Kaminoans were so reclusive, so xenophobic, they had arranged for their planet to be removed from the Jedi archives. Yet here they were, passing along information about the Grand Army of the Republic to the leading neutral planet in the galaxy. And for any Mandalorian citizens willing to share this information with the Jedi?

It was all so very strange.

“I suppose we must simply wait for Ahsoka’s arrival to find out more,” Obi-Wan said.

“And in the meanwhile . . . you need more time with the twins,” Anakin said, smiling a little.

Chuckling softly, Obi-Wan placed his cup on the counter. “I think that’s a lovely idea.”

Anakin drank down the rest of his caff and put his mug next to Obi-Wan’s. “Then let’s go!”

He hadn’t realized how much having children--and being open about his relationship with Padmé--would change Anakin. How it would lighten the load he had been carrying on his shoulders. A load Obi-Wan had thought was the war.

Perhaps having his family safe, being honest about who mattered to him, was what Anakin needed to face the challenges and struggles of war.

To face all that lay ahead of them.

Watching Anakin’s face, how animated and bright it was as he talked about the babies, just as bright as his Force presence . . . Obi-Wan was truly happy for him. A happiness that wasn’t born out of envy or vicarious living. No, it was a simple, pure happiness.

As simple and pure as the two children waiting in the nursery to see them.

XXX

The closer their ship got to Coruscant, the more Satine had to tell herself not to be nervous. As if by telling herself not to be nervous, she wouldn’t feel that way. Which was ridiculous, of course.

There was nothing she could do to keep herself from feeling nervous.

Once they landed, they would go to Padmé’s apartment. Satine would keep herself cloaked while Ahsoka and Bo presented the information about the clone army. And . . . and she would reveal the truth about her survival. In front of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

And there was the nerves.

Taking a few deep breaths, Satine leaned back in her chair in the small passenger cabin. Her stomach muscles throbbed and a stabbing pain lanced through her midsection. Even though she was alone, Satine pressed her hand against her side and tried to hold back a gasp.

She hadn’t thought traveling to Coruscant would affect her so much, on a physical level. It was just sitting on a ship for several hours, but it seemed it was different from sitting in that small cabin on Kalevala.

But Satine kept breathing through the pain and eventually, it faded. Now she just felt exhausted. But at least she wasn’t so nervous.

It was ironic, really. Now she had a better understanding of how Obi-Wan had felt, during that whole Rako Hardeen mess. At the time, she couldn’t fathom why he wouldn’t tell her the truth. How he could think she wouldn’t have kept the secret of his undercover mission.

But now . . . she could see the situation from his point of view more clearly. Truly, it had all come down to Obi-Wan doing his duty. To achieve his mission without jeopardizing it. Just like she had stayed withdrawn while she healed, so she could then take her place as the Duchess of Mandalore without any major restrictions.

Simply recovering from her injuries was a major accomplishment. The doctors who had attended her had doubted whether she would be able to walk or eat, let alone live a full life. Satine was incredibly grateful for the care she had received, for the time taken to help her. And she knew she wanted to repay all that effort.

That was why she was on this ship in the first place. Why she was willing to step out of hiding and take her place as the leader of Mandalore, if only long enough to lay the ground for her successor. Since she was lucky enough to be alive, she would do her duty.

Until she could hand Mandalore over to someone who could succeed where she had failed.

Sighing softly, Satine watched the swirl of hyperspace through the viewscreen. All these questions and thoughts about Mandalore, her duty, the future--they were something to keep her from dwelling on the most uncomfortable, uncertain one of all.

How would Obi-Wan react to discovering she was alive? Not with anger, like she had when their positions were reversed. But with the confession she had made, with what she thought was her dying breath . . . how would Obi-Wan respond to her now?

Would he say he loved her in return?

Satine huffed and rose to her feet. If she was going to focus on questions she would never receive answers to, she might as well do that in the cockpit. Perhaps Ahsoka had finished her meditation and would help distract her from her thoughts. Or Bo would be available to discuss the political ramifications of Mandalore’s true leader infringing their neutrality by helping the Republic.

Walking pulled on her stomach muscles, so she walked slowly through the corridors of the freighter Bo had arranged for the trip to Coruscant. When she arrived in the cockpit, Ahsoka was sitting at the controls, looking out at hyperspace, while Bo was in the co-pilot’s seat.

“How much longer until we arrive?” Satine asked, standing behind them and resting her hand lightly on the back of Ahsoka’s seat.

“We’ll be reverting to realspace in just a few moments,” Ahsoka said.

“And then it will be a matter of getting permission to land,” Bo added tartly.

Ahsoka glanced at Bo. “That won’t be a problem. Padmé has arranged landing permission for us.”

Bo hummed. “Must be nice to have friends in high places. If they are friends.”

“They are,” Satine said quietly.

Both of them turned to look at her, and Satine smiled, meeting Bo’s eyes. “True friends are better than enemies of your enemy, sister. And as long as there are people within the Republic devoted to its ideals, we have true friends--even if we disagree on some of those ideals.”

Her sister’s lips twisted, but she nodded. “Let us hope the news we bring will be enough to keep those disagreements in the background, considering what is to come.”

Satine nodded as she looked out the viewscreen. At a soft chime, Ahsoka leaned forward, pulling back on the levers and dropping them out of hyperspace. Now instead of the blue swirl, the bustling surface of Coruscant filled the viewscreen, covered in twinkling lights even from this distance.

And one of those lights were her friends, Satine knew. Padmé and Anakin, celebrating the birth of their children, yet still ready to defend the Republic. And Obi-Wan, who had given up so much for the Jedi and for the Republic.

She did not support the Republic as they did. But Satine couldn’t see how the failure of the Republic was anything less than a disaster for the galaxy. All she wanted was peace.

Peace that could only be achieved by people working together, healing from the war, preventing any more destruction from the actions of one evil man.

This was her truest duty. She had been willing to die for it before, and she was still willing to die to achieve it.

Her only hope was that she might be able to have a moment with Obi-Wan before her second death. A moment with more resolution than her first one.

XXX

As the three of them approached Padmé’s apartment, Ahsoka could feel the emotions gripping Satine. She could understand her upheaval--it had to be difficult for the Duchess, stepping back into her position, being in charge of so many lives, and forced to break Mandalore’s long-standing practice of neutrality.

But she didn’t think Satine was worried about those things.

Giving her head a shake, Ahsoka reminded herself that it wasn’t any of her business what the Duchess was worrying about, even if it was likely about Obi-Wan. She didn’t have any doubts that Satine would do the right thing.

Ahoska took the lead as they walked up to the door of Padmé’s apartment, with Satine and Bo-Katan behind her, Satine wearing a robe with a hood to hide herself. She was lifting her hand to ring the doorbell when the door slid open, revealing her former master.

“Ahsoka!” Anakin said, a wide smile on his face.

The happiness rolling off Anakin almost knocked her off her feet. Ahsoka didn’t think she had ever felt him so happy--so free. His Force presence was as bright as a supernova.

“Anakin--” she started to say, before he wrapped her in a tight hug.

“It’s so good to see you,” he whispered against her montral.

She had to close her eyes to hold back her own emotions. To handle the overwhelming rush of happiness and hope and love from Anakin.

“It’s good to see you, too,” she said, slowly pulling back. “I wish it was under better circumstances . . .”

“Any circumstances that bring you here are good ones,” Anakin said, resting a hand on her shoulder. He looked up and nodded to Bo-Katan and Satine. “Hello. Please come in.”

Ahsoka followed them into the apartment, sensing Obi-Wan and Padmé already inside--and two tiny bright lights that must be the babies.

Padmé, casually dressed in a flowing robe and contrasting with Ahsoka’s normal image of her, rose to her feet as they all came into the room. “Welcome,” she said softly, giving Ahsoka an extra-warm smile.

From an adjoining couch, Obi-Wan stood as well, his hands clasped behind his back, his presence warm in the Force. Anakin fell into place beside Padmé, resting his hand on her back.

For a moment, Ahsoka took in the picture presented to her, smiling at them all. Then she turned to the two Mandalorians, noticing how the Duchess hung back. She saw Obi-Wan’s eyes flick to the hooded figure, frowning slightly, his emotions turbulent enough to be sensed through his shields.

“Senator Padmé Amidala, Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, may I present Bo-Katan Kryze of House Kryze,” Ahsoka said. “I believe Master Kenobi and Bo-Katan are already acquainted.”

A spark of surprise from both Anakin and Obi-Wan echoed through the Force, with an added touch of concern and discomfort from Obi-Wan. “I’m surprised to see you again, Bo-Katan,” he said, folding his arms over his chest.

One of her red eyebrows arched. “And why is that, Master Jedi?”

“Because the last time I saw you, you were a member of Death Watch,” Obi-Wan said without hesitation.

“I was,” Bo-Katan said simply. “I am no longer a member of that faction.”

Ahsoka thought she sensed a flicker of anger in Obi-Wan. “Is that so?”

“My actions led to the death of my sister,” Bo-Katan said, her eyes focused on Obi-Wan. “It made me reassess.”

At the mention of the Duchess, the anger roared to life in Obi-Wan, only to be quenched after a moment. Ahsoka blinked and looked at Anakin, silently asking if he had felt it, too. Anakin gave her a small nod and moved to stand beside Obi-Wan, while Padmé stepped forward.

“We appreciate your arrival, Lady Kryze. I understand you have some information to share with the Jedi?”

“Indeed,” Bo-Katan said coolly. She paused and Ahsoka wondered what was making her wait. Bo-Katan glanced back at the Duchess, who took a few steps closer to everyone else.

“What’s going on?” Anakin asked, his frown matching Obi-Wan’s.

There was a flash of something in Obi-Wan’s presence, too quick for Ahsoka to grasp, just before the Duchess reached up and pushed her hood back, revealing her thin face and shorn hair. She lifted her chin, her whole stance regal and proud, but Ahsoka saw how her eyes were locked on Obi-Wan.

His lips parted, his eyes widening. Anakin openly gaped at the Duchess, while Padmé lifted a hand to her mouth in surprise.

“The information we have on the clone army is more important than my return, although less surprising,” Satine said quietly.

Obi-Wan stared at her, like he hadn’t heard what she said. “S-Satine?” he asked, his voice soft.

From her position, Ahsoka could only see the side of Satine’s face. So she could see the hesitant smile that flickered on her face. “Hello, Obi-Wan,” the Duchess said softly.

“What--how--” Obi-Wan stuttered.

Satine swallowed. “It’s . . . a long story.”

“A long story?” Obi-Wan asked, stepping closer to her. “Satine--you were dead.”

There was such agony in his voice, in his whole sense in the Force, that Ahsoka took a step back. The tension in the room was almost tangible, making everyone but Obi-Wan and Satine look around or shift their feet.

Ahsoka had heard Anakin’s stories about Obi-Wan and the Mandalorian Duchess. How much they argued, how Obi-Wan claimed any romantic feelings he had for her were in the past. Anakin hadn’t believed Obi-Wan’s claims, but Ahsoka . . . well, she didn’t doubt her master, but Anakin could exaggerate. And he did like to tease Obi-Wan, especially when Obi-Wan acted more emotional, less measured--more like Anakin.

But seeing Obi-Wan now, she could tell Anakin hadn’t exaggerated. If anything--he had no idea just how deeply Obi-Wan cared for Satine. And the depth of his feelings was matched by hers.

“Anakin, why don’t you take Ahsoka to meet the twins? Lady Kryze, may I offer you something to drink in the kitchen?” Padmé asked, gently pushing Anakin towards Ahsoka as she lightly grasped Bo-Katan’s elbow. “Lady Kryze, just this way. You’ve had a long journey and once our other guests arrive, there will be much to discuss.”

The tension deflated but didn’t fully vanish. Because Obi-Wan and Satine were still staring at each other--but at least they could be alone and talk in private, before everyone got down to business.

“Right! Yeah,” Anakin said, throwing a worried look in Obi-Wan’s direction before turning to Ahsoka. “This way, Snips.”

Nodding, Ahsoka didn’t hesitate to follow him out of the room. She looked up at Anakin, whose eyebrows were drawn together, as he led her down a hallway.

“So . . . I guess you were right about Obi-Wan and the Duchess,” Ahsoka said, keeping her voice low.

“Yeah--I mean, stuff happened yesterday--was it yesterday?” Anakin asked, rubbing his hand against his forehead. “It’s been crazy. But yes--I knew Obi-Wan was still dealing with Satine’s death. I . . . I don’t know what this will do to him.”

“Isn’t this a good thing?” Ahsoka asked.

Anakin paused at a closed door, leaning against the wall. “I think it is. But I don’t know if Obi-Wan would agree. You know how he is.”

She thought that over for a moment, thinking about Obi-Wan, who had been like a second master to her, and Satine, who had shown such kindness and strength during her recovery.

“I think Obi-Wan might surprise you,” Ahsoka said.

“Lately, he has been,” Anakin said with a grin. “Although not as much as I’ve surprised him.”

Ahsoka couldn’t help smiling at that. “I bet, Skyguy. I can’t believe you’re a dad!”

“I know!” Anakin said, that sunshine-bright smile lighting up his face. “So c’mon, you need to meet the most amazing babies in the galaxy.”

With a smile, Ahsoka nodded and watched as Anakin opened the door and looked into the room. He held a finger to his lips and then stepped inside, gesturing for her to follow him.

She didn’t need to be asked twice--because she was very excited to meet Anakin and Padmé’s children.

End, Chapter 8

#anidala #obitine #star wars #late-night interruption

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swhurtcomfort · 5 years

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Hey! I love your writing! You're so good at creating the perfect balance of hurt and comfort and how each character properly reacts to being sick/hurt. If your prompt are open, keep going. If they're not, just ignore this bit. Anakin!whump is my absolute favorite, and you do it so well. If I may, can I request a whatever length you desire on Anakin having a high fever in the field (whether it's from sickness or infection is up to you) and Obi-Wan taking care of him

“Do you really think we are getting anywhere with these people, Master?” Anakin asked, slouching back in his saddle. “If they’re really going to join the Republic, they’ll have to send representatives to Coruscant—and they’re gonna find out that the rest of the galaxy is full of big, scary speeders.”

“Jedi do not mock other peoples,” Obi-Wan corrected him. “We have been invited here to negotiate, the least we can do is respect the lands that they hold sacred.”

Anakin sighed petulantly. His guapa craned its head down to snatch a mouthful of the tall weeds and he responded by giving the rein a sharp jerk. The beasts had been lent to them by a local congressman, because aircraft and motorized vehicles were forbidden to cross this particular stretch of moorland.

“All I’m saying is that we could be there by now,” he huffed.

“I know,” Obi-Wan conceded. They were both already saddle-sore from two days’ ride.

“This could’ve taken an hour instead of three days, if it weren’t for the stupid—”

“Padawan.” Obi-Wan shifted in his saddle and looked askance over his shoulder. “What has gotten into you today?”

Anakin ducked his head at the reprimand. Obi-Wan rarely called him that anymore, he was entering his third year as a senior padawan, and would be a knight candidate soon—if Obi-Wan ever decided to recommend him for the trials. But he realized that the way he was acting wasn’t exactly demonstrating his maturity.

“I’m sorry, Master,” Anakin said. “I’m just a little out of sorts.”

“And why is that?”

Anakin shrugged.

Obi-Wan turned around again to raise an eyebrow at him.

“My head just hurts,” he admitted. He pulled his guapa’s nose up from the weeds again.

Obi-Wan nodded in understanding.

“We still have a long way to go,” Obi-Wan said after a pause. He unclipped the canteen from the saddlebag that held his bedroll, and passed it over. “You should stay hydrated so it doesn’t get worse.”

Anakin accepted the canteen and took a drink, thankful that he hadn’t received a lecture.

They rode until the sun was low in the sky, then stopped to let the guapas drink from a small brook. Anakin slid off like a sack of potatoes.

“How’s your headache?” Obi-Wan asked, offering him a hand to steady himself, which he ignored.

“Ugh,” Anakin reported. He got to his feet and wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.

“I’m going to stretch my legs for a bit,” Obi-Wan said.

“Whatever.” Anakin sat down to rest against scraggly tree.

Obi-Wan frowned in acknowledgement and left to wander further up the path, coaxing the stiffness from his limbs. When he returned, Anakin was resting his forehead on his knees.

“I found—”

“Could you possibly speak a little quieter?” Anakin groaned. He lifted his face from his knees, and Obi-Wan’s frown deepened. He was quite pale, with fevered blotches high on his cheeks.

“Are you coming down with something?” Obi-Wan asked, whispering for the sake of Anakin’s throbbing head.

Anakin ignored the question.

“There is a decent clearing up ahead,” Obi-Wan continued. “Why don’t we just make camp here?”

“There’s at least another hour of daylight,” said Anakin.

“Even so. We have plenty of time tomorrow to make up for it,” he said. “We should take the opportunity for some extra rest, we’ll need our strength for the last leg of the journey.”

Anakin got the sense that the decision had been made for his benefit, but he was too tired to act indignant. While Obi-Wan untacked the animals and hobbled them so they wouldn’t wander too far from the campsite as they grazed, Anakin just laid out his bedroll and curled up on it. Obi-Wan woke him once he had a fire going for dinner, but Anakin grumbled something about not being hungry and rolled back over.

The morning came too soon. Anakin was shivering in his sleep and clutching at the blankets. Obi-Wan woke him with a hand in his brow.

“Oh dear,” Obi-Wan whispered. His suspicion from the night before was confirmed - Anakin was burning up. “Come on, Anakin, we’ve slept in already.”

Anakin made an unhappy sound and pulled the sleeping bag up over his face. “I’m sure you feel dreadful,” Obi-Wan agreed. “But I’m sure you also want to sleep in a real bed tonight. And perhaps when we get to town, we can get some medicine for this flu you seem to be nursing.”

“’s just a headache,” Anakin protested.

“And a raging fever,” Obi-Wan countered. “We can wait a little while, you can eat something and take a painkiller. But then let’s go.” He tugged at the sleeping bag.

“Ow,” Anakin whined, squeezing his eyes shut against the daylight. Then a slightly more panicky, “Owww.”

Obi-Wan’s heart thudded in his chest. “What is it?”

“I can’t turn my head,” Anakin whispered. He inhaled and exhaled quickly “Why can’t I turn my head?”

Obi-Wan crouched down closer to his side. “Are you sure you don’t just have a crick in it from the way you slept? Can you try to straighten it out?”

Anakin moved his chin a fraction, but could go no further. “Ow,” he whimpered as he struggled.

“Alright, stop trying, it’s alright.” It occurred to Obi-Wan that this might be something more serious than a cold or flu.

“Can’t we just stay? Even just half the day?”

Obi-Wan almost said yes. They had enough supplies, certainly. He knew the ride would be a miserable one for Anakin in this state. But the illness had come on so quickly, and without warning. And it seemed like the pain and stiffness were spreading downwards from his head to his shoulders.

“Anakin,” he said apologetically. “I don’t want to be stranded out here if you get worse. I think we may need to get to a medcenter.”

Anakin was frightened—he tried to shield it, but Obi-Wan could tell. Awkwardly he got to his feet, working hard to avoid jostling his stiff neck.

He let Obi-Wan do most of the packing up and saddling the guapas. When he was finished, he handed Anakin the reins to his mount. Anakin took them, and shoved a foot into the stirrup. He tried to swing his other leg over, but his knee gave out beneath him.

“Alright?”

“Yeah,” Anakin grunted as he made another attempt, this one even less successful than the first. “Give me a boost?”

Obi-Wan moved in behind him as Anakin put his foot in the stirrup for the third time. Obi-Wan placed a hand near Anakin’s elbow to steady him.

Anakin nearly kicked Obi-Wan in the face as he swung up onto the animal’s back with a little too much momentum, and barely stopped himself from slipping down off the other side.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Anakin nodded as he swayed and nearly toppled over again. He was holding the reins slack and gripping the saddle with both hands for balance. “I’m trying,” he bit out.

He wasn’t going to manage it. That was clear. Obi-Wan stood silently for a moment, weighing their options.

“Sit tight there, Anakin,” he finally said when he made up his mind. “I’ve got an idea.”

Obi-Wan unloaded Anakin’s share of the gear and baggage from the saddle, and secured it all on the other guapa’s back. Then he brought the reins forward over the animal’s head, and gave them to Anakin to hold.

“Now take your foot out of the stirrup,” he instructed.

He put his own foot where Anakin’s had been and swung up behind him. The saddle was barely big enough for both of them, but at least this way he could keep Anakin from falling off. The guapas nickered to each other uneasily, and Obi-Wan gave the one carrying them an apologetic pat and clucked his tongue at them. Obi-Wan took the other guapa’s reins out of Anakin’s hands so they could lead her along behind.

It was hard, unforgiving terrain, and Anakin couldn’t help but cry out whenever the guapa stepped over a rock or made a jolting movement. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if he was imagining things, or if Anakin was getting sicker as the hours plodded by.

“Are you okay?”

Anakin shrugged. He reached for the canteen and took another sip of water. He was still keeping a death grip on the horn of the saddle, and he’d been slouching further and further forward, still holding his shoulders rigid.

“Has your neck loosened up at all?”

“No,” Anakin said softly. “It feels really hot, and stiff.”

Obi-Wan thought privately that this was sounding less and less like the flu. He was grateful he had made the call to keep pressing on towards civilization.

“If you need to lean on me, it’s alright,” Obi-Wan suggested.

Anakin took him up on the offer, and shifted his weight backwards into Obi-Wan. His hands were cold and clammy, but Obi-Wan was pretty sure his fever had gotten higher.

“Your heartbeat is so fast,” Anakin observed from his position with his head resting on Obi-Wan’s chest.

“I’m worried about you,” Obi-Wan admitted.

Anakin’s groans of discomfort grew more and more frequent. Obi-Wan wondered if he was getting delirious. He urged the poor guapas to walk a little faster.

They rode into the town and to a farm belonging to a relative of the congressman’s, where they handed the beasts off to a stablehand. Anakin needed to be lifted off of the guapa’s back. He was drenched in cold sweat.

The local officials had sent a speeder to bring them to the next city over where the negotiations would be taking place, but Obi-Wan directed the driver to the nearest clinic instead. Anakin managed to stumble into the building without losing his feet, but once he was offered a bed he collapsed down onto it gratefully, breathing heavily. Obi-Wan sat with his hands in his sleeves while they waited to be seen.

A doctor pushed past the curtain and immediately began examining Anakin. “When did the symptoms start?” she asked without looking up. She placed the end of her stethoscope beneath the neckline of his tunic, pausing to listen.

“He started complaining of a headache about twenty-four hours ago,” said Obi-Wan softly. “Anakin—?”

Anakin gave the tiniest nod of confirmation. “Around then.”

“It all came on so fast,” Obi-Wan tried to say, but he was cut off.

“But no other flulike symptoms?” the doctor asked, now placing a thermometer in Anakin’s ear. “No cough, congestion, sneezing or anything?”

“No,” Anakin mouthed but no sound accompanied it. His hand found Obi-Wan’s on the railing of the bed.

The doctor called her assistant into the room and rattled off a long, incomprehensible string of orders. The sinking feeling in Obi-Wan’s stomach grew.

“Anakin, we’re going to give you some IV fluids and a mild pain reliever for now, but we need to admit you to the medcenter upstairs and run some tests.”

Anakin was looking too exhausted to advocate for himself, so Obi-Wan stepped in. “What kinds of tests?”

“Are you the legal guardian?” she asked without acknowledging the question. “If you’d be willing to come with me and take care of some of his intake paperwork, they can get started right away.”

Reluctantly Obi-Wan left Anakin in the hands of the assistant and a medical droid. He signed the documents he was given distractedly. “What kind of,” Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Tests are they doing?”

The doctor met his eyes with a serious frown. “They’re going to draw blood and do some scans of his skull and his spinal cord, and we’re also going to do something called a spinal tap, if you’re familiar with that, to draw a sample of cerebrospinal fluid.”

Obi-Wan heard his own heart pounding erratically in his throat, and remembered Anakin’s comment about it earlier. He swallowed. “So you must think he has meningitis?”

A sharp nod. “We’ll know for sure soon.”

“But…but he’s been vaccinated. I made sure of that, years ago.” Obi-Wan had to make a concentrated effort not to tap his fingers on the desk nervously.

“The vaccine very effective, but only against certain strains of bacteria. A lot of things can cause meningitis. But in healthy young adults, it usually isn’t fatal.”

Obi-Wan got the sense that she intended the statement to be comforting, but it wasn’t in the slightest.

Obi-Wan finished the datapads and followed the doctor to another part of the medcenter where Anakin had been moved. The lights inside were dimmed. The assistant met them at the door, reporting that all had gone well.

“Is he awake?” Obi-Wan interrupted to ask.

“Sure,” the assistant said. “We did the procedure under local anesthetic, just to numb the area on his back.”

“Run those right now,” the doctor said, gesturing to the vials in her hands. “These things progress quickly.”

Anakin was curled up on his side within. Obi-Wan took a seat beside him wordlessly. Anakin blinked at him, but kept the silence. Obi-Wan reached out and freed an unruly lock of hair from beneath the nasal cannula, and tucked it behind Anakin’s ear.

Half an hour later, the doctor returned and announced, “Blood culture and imaging results came back. We’re not going to waste time waiting for the rest; the sooner we start antibiotics, the better chance he’s got.”

“It’s definitely meningitis, then?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Diagnosis is actually meningoencephalitis, which is a fancy way of saying that both the meninges and the brain are inflamed. The spinal tap results will give us a better idea of what bacteria is causing it, but a broad-spectrum antibiotic is better than nothing.”

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispered. Anakin didn’t look particularly awake, with his eyes glazed over.

“I’m also going to give him an anticonvulsant, otherwise I’m worried he’s going to seize at this point.”

Obi-Wan looked up at her, startled.

“The first 24 to 48 hours are often critical. That’s why we’re starting treatment now instead of in several hours when he have all the test results. We’re doing everything we can to give him an edge on this thing,” she reassured him.

Obi-Wan nodded, unsure of what to say.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked in a low voice. For a moment Obi-Wan thought he might be regaining some alertness.

“We’re in a medcenter, Anakin.” Obi-Wan took his hand and squeezed it. “You’re very ill.”

Anakin returned the squeeze, but he still looked confused, whimpering deliriously.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan whispered back. “I know.”

The threat that Anakin could seize, or crash, or have a serious complication at any moment hung over Obi-Wan like a dark cloud. It was hard to believe that a day and a half ago, they’d been riding across the moor with no inkling that anything was wrong. He thought of where they would be if he had let Anakin try to sleep it off at their campsite, and he shuddered.

At some point in the night, they switched out Anakin’s antibiotics for a more targeted cocktail for the specific bacteria he was fighting. Anakin alternated between feverish mumbling and sleeping quietly. While he slept, Obi-Wan tried to sleep, but he couldn’t honestly say he caught more than brief snatches of rest.

“Hey,”

Obi-Wan was closing his eyes, resting his chin in his hand while his elbow balanced on the arm of the chair. The hoarse voice startled him.

“Hi,” Obi-Wan replied. Anakin’s eyes were clearer than before.

It was morning already. “Well, you made it through the night,” Obi-Wan remarked. “That’s a good sign.”

Anakin laughed, and Obi-Wan forced a smile. It hadn’t altogether been a joke, but if Anakin didn’t realize how dire the situation had been then there was no need to discuss that right now.

“How are you feeling?”

“Still hurts,” Anakin admitted.

Obi-Wan nodded in sympathy.

“Are we still going to the city?”

“I think you’re going to be laid up here for a few days at least. Don’t worry about it right now, just focus on getting better.”

Anakin nodded. Obi-Wan thought he saw his bottom lip wobble.

“I think they will postpone the membership negotiations until we can be there. If not, I’m sure the Council will send another team,” Obi-Wan continued.

Anakin raised his eyebrows, unguarded surprise replacing the sadness on his face. “You’re not going?”

“No,” said Obi-Wan, as if it should have been obvious.

“You’re going to stay?”

The look on Anakin’s face before suddenly made sense. “Of course,” he promised.

“I mean, I’m almost a knight now, I didn’t know if—”

“Anakin, I’ll always take care of you.” It was a reckless thing to promise, especially for two people in such a dangerous line of work. Obi-Wan promised it anyway. “That will never stop being my job. Of course I’ll stay.”

#anakin #obi-wan #hurt/comfort #fever #illness #@bloodyfeverdreams #dos equis voice: I don't always fill prompts #But when I do they come out 2000 words longer than expected

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bandzrus · 5 years

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The No Fun Tour (Part 3)

The Dirt!Tommy Lee x Reader

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SUMMARY // You’ve been working as a roadie for Motley Crue for a number of years because of your interest in the music business and family connections with Doc. The boys are touring with Ozzy and things are looking promising for them, but they’re under strict orders to keep the shenanigans down or else their deal with Elektra Records in jeopardy. After Doc assigned you to watch Tommy for a night and you woke up wrapped in his arms, you’re starting to realize you have more feelings for the drummer than you thought. You and Tommy have been spending a lot more time together under the guise of babysitting, but things are starting to get more serious.

NOTE // I love how this was supposed to be a one-shot and now it’s turning into a whole damn series lol. Hopefully part 3 doesn’t disappoint! Also, it is 1:40am and I feel like I could pass out. Worth it though.

WORDS // 4918

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“I think I love you.”

That’s what Tommy had said right before the two of you fell asleep together again. You kept replaying it over and over again in your mind, and the more you thought about it the more you wanted to say it back. But you couldn’t. If Doc or anyone else found out what was going on, you’d be fired on the spot. You’d have to kiss your job goodbye and become one of the many, many women rolling through Motley Crue’s lives. Which you really didn’t want. So before the drummer woke up the next morning you snuck back to your room, quietly slipping your jacket and shoes back on and stealing across the hall.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep despite how messed up your schedule was from touring with the boys all the time, so you got in the shower and left the water cold. You thought the icy water would turn your thoughts away from Tommy, but it didn’t. It just made you want to get out and go back over to his bed where it was warm. Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped one towel around your hair and the other you used to dry your body off. You frowned as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Tommy had been drunk off his ass last night, but it was obvious he meant what he said about you. The question was did he remember saying it? You knew there was only one way to find out, so you quickly dried off and put fresh clothes on before running a brush through your hair and reapplying your makeup. Once you were satisfied with your appearance, you called the desk downstairs.

“Hey, I was wondering if I can get some eggs n’ bacon, and some oatmeal sent up to my room?”

“For sure, is there anything else you’d like?”

“That’s all thanks,” you said before hanging up. Laying the menu back down on the nightstand, you nicked a few of the soaps and shampoos from the bathroom and repacked your single suitcase. It was always handy to have extra soap and shampoo on the bus in case one of the boys threw up in their hair, or on each other. You’d helped Mick wash Vince’s barf out of his hair in the sink once before, and you’d last count of how many times you’d used a soapy rag to wipe who knows what off the other boys. And even though that was super gross, you wouldn’t trade those memories for anything. Which was why you and Tommy would just have to keep pretending nothing was going on.

As you zipped up your suitcase, the phone rang.

“Hello?” you answered, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Y/N, you checked on the boys last night, right?”

It was Doc.

“Yeah, they were all in their rooms,” you answered.

“They’re still in there?”

“As far as I know, yes. Vince has a few extra guests and I sent Nikki back to his room after I visited Tommy’s. I don’t think any of them are awake yet, it’s really early for them.”

“I’ll send Harry and Dom up to double-check. I found out last night that we’re still in the negatives and if they cause any more trouble on this tour were in serious trouble,” Doc told you.

“I’ll check on Nikki and Tommy,” you offered. “They were pretty wasted last night.”

“Thanks Y/N. If Nikki is up can you tell him to meet me in my room? I’ve got some business to discuss.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

With that, Doc hung up and you let out a breath. You’d check Nikki’s room first, then Tommy’s. Quietly, you knocked on the bass player’s door. Nothing. Using the extra room key that Doc left you in charge of, you opened the door. It was dark inside, but you could make out empty bottles littering the room, Nikki’s bass, and what looked like a half-finished line of cocaine on the nightstand. Nikki was passed out on the bed, facedown. Tip-toeing across the room, you first made sure he was still breathing okay, then rolled him gently onto his side just in case he threw up. He only had a single boot on, so you pulled it off and threw a blanket over him before you quietly closed the door behind you. He wasn’t going to wake up for at least three or four more hours.

Just as you were about to unlock Tommy’s door, the room service came by.

“Oh, those are for me,” you said, thanking the hotel staff. Unlocking the door, you wheeled the cart inside. It wasn’t nearly as dark in Tommy’s room, since he and Nikki had never fully drawn the curtains last night. The drummer was exactly where you’d left him, curled up on the bed half-naked. He really looked cute when he was asleep. So much more peaceful. You almost didn’t want to wake him up, but you were dying to know if he remembered anything from last night. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you carefully shook his shoulder.

“Hey,” you greeted softly. His dark hair was all tangled from last night’s escapades. Using your fingers, you gently started working out the mats. He didn’t smell like alcohol much anymore, just Tommy-smell, which you decided was your favourite. Brushing a lock of hair out of his face, you watched his eyes fluttered open.

“Y/N,” he muttered sleepily.

“Morning Tommy.”

“What time is it?”

“Bit after eleven,” you answered.

“It’s so fuckin’ early,” he moaned, burying his face in his pillow.

“I know, but I brought you breakfast. And painkillers.”

You reached into your pocket and held out a couple of pills to the drummer. With a long sigh, he rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow, using his free hand to take the painkillers out of yours and pop them into his mouth. Grabbing the plate of eggs and glass of water, you gave the glass to Tommy and left the plate next to him on the sheets. Shimmying up onto the bed and crossing your legs, you ate a spoonful of oatmeal.

“Eggs?”

“And bacon,” you pointed with your spoon.

“Is Gilligan’s Island on?”

“I doubt it, but I can turn the TV on if you want.”

“Sure.”

Spooning more oatmeal into your mouth, you got off the bed and turned the TV on. It didn’t look like anything more interesting than the morning news was airing, but Tommy didn’t seem to care. Oatmeal in one hand, you shook off your boots and clambered back onto the bed next to the drummer who was picking at his eggs absently.

“My head hurts,” he whined, dropping his fork and pouting up at you.

“That’s what happens when you get shitfaced,” you smiled back at him matter-of-factly.

“Is there anything left in the fridge?”

“You have a few sips left of vodka from last night.”

With a groan, Tommy rolled out of bed and trudged to the mini-fridge. Opening and closing it, he tipped the remainder of the bottle down his throat and sighed.

“Is that your home-made hangover cure?” you asked cheekily. He narrowed his eyes at you while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Fuck off.”

You just laughed and ate another spoonful of your oatmeal.

“Finish your damn eggs,” you said. Making a face but doing as he was told, Tommy leaned against the headboard and finished his breakfast, zoning out to the TV. You shimmied up to the head of the bed too, oatmeal in hand. Taking another bite, you let yourself relax your shoulder against his. Sitting in silence. Watching the morning news. It was weird, but you liked it. Usually your morning consisted of cleaning up whatever mess the boys had made while they were still asleep, then hauling their asses out of bed and getting them back on the bus or to whatever interview they had to be at before the show. But since the ‘No Fun Tour’ as Motley Crue liked to call it had started, your routine had been different. Good different. But now that you had finished your oatmeal, it was time to take the plunge and see if Tommy remembered anything from last night.

“Do you remember singing Elvis last night?” you asked.

“Mmm yeah I think so.”

“Nikki wanted you to do your version of Hound Dog for me.”

“Oh yeaaahhh. Didn’t I have a tie around my head or something?”

His hand went to his forehead, searching for it. You just chuckled.

“Yes you did, but I took it off while you were puking so you wouldn’t strangle yourself with it later,” you answered. “I think I left it in the bathroom. Where’d you even get it?”

“I think Nikki stole it from Doc’s room.”

“That sounds right,” you laughed lightly. “Do you remember anything else?”

“Why, what did I do?”

“Nothing… after you finished puking I made sure you got to bed and then I left,” you lied. He didn’t remember anything after puking. Part of you was sad, the other part let out a sigh of relief. If Tommy didn’t remember confessing his feelings to you, you could keep pretending you didn’t know and things would carry on as normal.

“You okay?” Tommy asked. You realized you were making a face and quickly wiped your expression.

“Yeah, just tired. You guys keep me up so late all the time.”

“If you want you can take a nap,” Tommy suggested, patting his pillow. “I don’t think we have an interview until 3pm.”

You sighed. You wanted nothing more than to curl back up next to Tommy and go to sleep. But you couldn’t. There was probably stuff Doc wanted you to do.

“Nah, I’ll be fine – this isn’t my first rodeo.”

“If you say so.”

“I’ve got stuff to do, like getting you dressed. How many days in a row have you been wearing those same leather pants?” you laughed.

“Uhhhh…”

“That’s what I thought! Maybe actually unpack your suitcase for once and change into something else.”

“Fine,” grumbled Tommy, throwing his legs off the bed and getting up. Sticking his tongue out at you, he peeled off his pants and chucked them across the room. Dressed only in boxers and mismatched socks, it was pretty hard to wipe the smile off your face. Or stop staring. You loved seeing all his tattoos and there were many times you’d stopped yourself from tracing soft fingers over them. Leaning over his suitcase, Tommy started pulling things out and muttering to himself.

“Leather pants, leather pants, black t-shirt, leather pants, another black t-shirt, oh look a black tank, more leather pants, jeans, yet another black t-shirt, I think these are underwear… How does leather pants and a black t-shirt sound?”

He held up the two articles of clothing for you to approve.

“Very you,” you answered.

“’S that good or bad?”

“It’s good.”

Pulling on the pants first, you reveled in his shirtless-ness for a bit. You’d seen all of the boys shirtless, pantsless, buck-ass nude a hundred times, but this felt different. It was in the privacy of Tommy’s hotel room, he was sober, and it wasn’t after a show where you’d sometimes give him a shoulder massage if he wasn’t off partying already.

“You should just go to the interview like that,” you joked, reclining on the bed. Tommy put one hand on his hip and rant the other through his hair.

“Really?”

“I’m joking.”

“Think chicks would dig it?”

“They definitely would, which is why you should put a shirt on.”

“You’re cock-blocking me now too, Y/N?”

“Somebody has to fill Sharon’s shoes,” you shrugged, then laughed.

“I hate that bitch.”

“She’s… not my favourite either,” you admitted. “But she sure has made my job easier.”

Tommy tugged his shirt on over his head and wandered into the bathroom to do his hair with a sigh. You swung your legs off the bed and followed him in, leaning your hip against the counter.

“Need a hand?” you asked.

“Would you mind?”

“Got a comb?”

“I think there’s one in my suitcase,” answered Tommy. You went back to his suitcase to look for it and cracked a smile when you noticed he hadn’t been wrong. It was totally full of nothing by leather pants and black t-shirts. Finding the comb and a can of hairspray, you returned to Tommy’s side.

“Sit on the toilet,” you ordered. The drummer did as he was told, and you started your work on his dark hair. Teasing and spraying, it was something you’d grown very good at very fast. The boys were pretty good at doing their own hair and makeup, but for shows they liked having you help them. Giving one more good puff of hairspray, you stepped back to admire your handiwork.

“All done.”

“Whatever would we do without you?” Tommy fake swooned.

“Walk around looking like electrocuted rats in drag,” you answered.

“Fuck, you’re mean!”

“Just being honest,” you said, raising your hands in surrender.

“You barely knew how to do your own hair before you got this job!”

“Did too!”

“Did not.”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

Tommy got up from sitting on the toilet and you had to lift your head to look him in the eyes, he was so freaking tall.

“Did too!” you insisted.

“Did not!”

“DID T- WHY ARE WE ARGUING ABOUT THIS?!” you snapped. The drummer just laughed.

“You look so cute when you get mad,” he said, crinkling his nose. You could feel yourself blush and quickly ducked out of the bathroom to put the comb and hairspray away.

“I should probably go see if Doc needs me for anything,” you said, quickly changing the subject. Shoving Tommy’s clothes back into his suitcase for him because you knew he’d never do it himself, you zipped it up and then made for the door. Pausing for a moment with your hand on the handle, you turned to Tommy. “Don’t cause any trouble, okay?”

“I make no promises.”

You rolled your eyes and left his room anyway. Closing the door behind you, you leaned against it for a minute to catch your breath. Great. Just great. Pretending you didn’t have feelings for the drummer was going to be a lot harder than you thought.

Shaking your head to clear it, you decided it would be best to visit Doc and get back to your regular roadie duties. You knocked on his door and waited for a reply.

“Yep?”

“It’s Y/N,” you announced. You could hear some movement inside the room and then the door opened.

“Nikki awake?”

“Nope, he’s passed out on his bed. I rolled him over though so if he pukes he shouldn’t choke.”

“You are way too good to those boys,” sighed Doc, motioning for your to take a seat on the chair by the window. “They don’t deserve you.”

You laughed.

“You’re probably right.”

“Tommy seems to be behaving himself.”

“He ate his eggs n’ bacon this morning.”

“He’s up already? You really must be magic.”

You blushed and looked out the window.

“I doubt it’s magic,” you said.

“Whatever it is, it’s keeping us out afloat right now. Elektra called this morning and said things are looking better.”

“Glad I could help then.”

“I don’t know what we’d do without you. You and Sharon, damn, that woman has been a colossal help,” sighed Doc, rubbing his temple.

“Yeah but the boys hate her. They’ve nick-named this ‘The No Fun Tour’.”

“Well I’ll agree with them on that, Elektra’s been riding my ass the whole time.”

“Try not to let it get to you, the boys need you,” you told him, smiling gently. Doc gave you a weary smile back.

“Harry and Dom checked in on Mick and Vince, so if you want to head back to the bus and collect any laundry then we should be all good and ready for the interview at three. Once they’re on that bus let’s keep them there until the show.”

“Sounds good, boss,” you replied, bidding Doc farewell and heading out of the hotel. Doing the laundry was actually one of your more favourite duties since it gave you some well-needed alone time.

Sure enough, by the time you had finished the band’s laundry and everyone else’s on the bus, it was time to get everyone back on the road and to the interview. Getting everyone on was always like herding cats.

“Vince, you have to tell them they can’t come along,” Harry said, hands on his hips. The blond singer still had his hands on the two girls you had heard in his room last night.

“Sorry ladies, the band’s got to get going to an interview. You can see them tonight at the show,” you told them, handing each of them a flyer and waving them off. They both gave you dirty looks like you were stealing their man. Harry sighed and you patted him on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry man, you’ll get it eventually. Now Vince, get on the bus,” you pointed. Turning around, Nikki was arguing with Doc about something, and the other two boys must have been on the bus already because they were nowhere in sight. Climbing the steps, you saw Mick who was leaning against one of the windows with sunglasses on, probably trying to get some more sleep in despite the chaos. But no Tommy. Scanning the bus, you were about to check the back room when a chin on top of your head stopped you.

“Hey, Y/N.”

It was the drummer. Draping his arms over your shoulder, you blew a lock of misplaced hair out of your face.

“Hi Tommy.”

“Whatcha up to?”

“Herding cats,” you answered, lifting his arms up so you could escape. “Now go sit down so I can make sure everyone’s on the bus.”

Going back outside, you helped Doc get everyone on board, and then you were off to the interview. It was one for TV, so it would probably be over an hour. TV interviews were nice because it meant someone else was in charge of the band for a while and you could get some rest. Your plan for today was to take a nap like Tommy had suggested, though it wouldn’t be in a nice hotel bed it would just be on one the couches in the bus.

When the bus arrived at the building where the interview was, you bid farewell to Motley Crue and made them swear to you they’d behave or else you’d tell Shanon. They all either swore at you or flipped you off, but you smiled anyway. You really did love them, and you loved your job. Once they were safely inside and under someone else’s control, you let out a long breath and retreated to the comfort of the bus. Leaning back on the couch, you were asleep in minutes.

It was over an hour later that you woke up, groggy and confused from your nap. The band was back from their interview, each a little buzzed from whatever drinks they had been offered, and Mick had a sandwich in his hand.

“You’re back,” you mumbled, running a hand through your hair and sitting up.

“And you took a nap,” said Tommy.

“How’d the interview go?”

“Ahh same old questions, nothing too interesting. They gave us shots though.”

“And sandwiches,” you pointed at Mick. “You guys going to be ready for the show tonight?”

“If we’re actually allowed to have some fun beforehand, then yeah.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” you smiled, patting Tommy’s knee before getting up to talk with Doc. You had a plan to help get Sharon off their backs, but you thought it best to run it by him first.

“Hey Doc, do you think you can spare me for a bit during set up? If I can get Sharon talking, then the boys can have some time to themselves if you know what I mean.”

Doc sighed.

“That woman has done wonderful things for us on this tour, but you’re right, the boys need some time before the show. Yes.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Talking to Sharon Osbourne turned out to be easier than you thought. You had lots and lots of stories to tell about Motley Crue’s escapades and she seemed content to listen to them, cluck her tongue, and gasp a little in horror. You thanked her repeatedly for helping keep the boys in line, knowing full-well they were all getting high and shit-faced as you two spoke. They liked to party, and so did everyone at their shows, so getting their energy up was what you had to help them do. You and Sharon walked around outside the venue for a good long time before you finally bid her farewell and went back inside to deal with whatever mess Motley Crue had created in your absence. They had gone onstage by the time you arrived, and you could just hear the music begin to play.

You still loved hearing them play, even after hearing the same songs over and over again. Hearing the crowd cheer and shout the lyrics back to them was still cool every night. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what it felt like to actually be up there. Gathering empty bottles and other garbage together, you did your best to clean up the greenroom. You weren’t part of tech and all the heavy lifting had already been done while you were talking to Sharon, so you snuck up to the stage and stood in the wings with some of the other roadies to watch the show. It was one hell of a show, but the real fun started afterwards.

You were always preoccupied doing takedown when the band came offstage, so when you finally wandered back into the greenroom, the party was already in full swing. The opening band was there, along with a dozen or more girls, Mick had a bottle in his hand, Vince had two girls swooning all over him, Nikki was doing lines off some girls bare chest, and Tommy was flirting with some leggy blonde. You were off duty now, since your only post-show job had been to help take down props, which meant you were allowed to drink. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey off a table, you tipped back a good portion of it and then wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. You didn’t get to relax often on tour, so you were going to make the most of your free night.

“Heeyyy, Y/N,” greeted Nikki, beckoning you over. “Are you drinking?” He was eyeing the bottle in your hand with great suspicion.

“It’s my night off,” you explained, taking another swig.

“Aaahhh,” Nikki said. “Welcome to the party then.” He made a big sweeping gesture with his arms and nearly smacked the girl he had bent over him in the face. Chuckling, you turned away from the bass player and narrowed your eyes at the blonde Tommy was talking to. You knew nothing could ever happen between you and the drummer, so him getting together with another girl should have been fine with you. You’d watched him flirt with hundreds of girls on this tour alone, this shouldn’t have made you as angry as it did. Lifting the bottle to your lips, you drank half of what was left in it. There was a boom-box in the corner, and ‘Don’t You Want Me’ by The Human League had just come on. Swaying your hips, you slowly raised the bottle over your head. You had always been into dancing – it didn’t take much to get you up on your feet, so with alcohol in your system this was a piece of cake. Flipping your hair and twisting around, you downed the rest of the bottle, then began searching for another. The more you looked at Tommy and the blonde who now had her hands on his bare chest, the more you wanted to drown out your feelings towards him.

In no time, you had polished off two beers and had started on a third. Vince had disappeared with one of the two girls, and Nikki was gone too. You weren’t sure where either of them had gone, but you decided it wasn’t your problem. You were off duty. You were here to have fun. Tommy was still there though, but he and his blonde companion had made it to one of the couches. Or at least the drummer had. The blonde was kneeling on the floor between his legs. Knocking back a third of your beer, you scowled. Typical. Fucking typical. At least Vince had some decency; Tommy was just sitting there in the middle of the room getting sucked off by some whore. Your drunk mind was never a kind one, and you were about to make it worse. Chugging the rest of your drink, you stumbled up to them.

“Tommy,” you snapped, hands on your hips.

“Y/N?”

“Whatttt the hell are you doing?” you slurred.

“Seriously? I think it’s pretty obvious what’s happening!”

“Who’s this blonde haired bitch?”

“Geezus, how drunk are you?” asked Tommy, eyeing the bottle in your hand.

“That’s not important, what’s important is the fact that you’re getting a blow job from some… some…” You never finished your sentence. Instead, you threw up all over the blonde girl below you. There was a scream which you figured must have been hers, some swearing from Tommy, and then you were stumbling backwards into a table. Knocking everything on the table to the floor, you barely managed to make it to the safety of the floor before you threw up again. The blonde was kneeling on the floor in shock, and Tommy was quickly zipping up his pants.

“Y/N, you okay?”

“Y-y-yeahh,” you slurred, letting the beer bottle roll out of your hand as you tried to steady yourself. You’d manage to avoid getting puke on yourself the first time, but not the second. Your shirt and pants were totally ruined.

“Fuck, Y/N,” breathed Tommy who was crouching by your side with his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m fffiiiinnne,” you assured him, trying to push him away. “You have your blonde bitch.”

“You are so not fine.”

Grabbing you under your arms, the drummer lifted you to your feet. Stumbling, you let him lead you outside to the bus. Doc was the only one on board, but you didn’t even notice. You threw up one more time on your way over, narrowly missing Tommy.

“Christ, how many drinks have you had?” asked the drummer.

“Only a fffeww.”

“Definitely more than a few,” Tommy muttered, helping you to the bathroom on the bus. You collapsed next to the toilet, gripping the edge for support while the drummer rummaged around looking for a clean cup to put water in. You had felt good a second ago, and now you felt like shit. Rubbing your face with your other hand, you groaned as you looked down at your ruined clothes.

“Fuuuckk, my outfit is ruined.”

Clumsily, you pulled off your shirt and threw it across the small bathroom. Unzipping your gross pants, you attempted to stand up. Using the wall to brace yourself, you managed to pull your boots and socks off, then your pants, and add them to the pile. Just as Tommy came back with the cup of water, you leaned over the toilet and heaved one more time.

“Geezus, Y/N.”

He handed you the water and watched as you downed the whole thing in one gulp. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you could feel your eyes start to prick with tears.

“I’m sorry,” you whined. “I-I ruined your… with that girl, I’m sorry.”

“I mean yeah, you did, but you’re shitfaced and standing here in your underwear so I forgive you,” replied Tommy. You watched as him disappear for a minute and come back with his long-sleeve shirt from the first night you two had slept together.

“Here, put this on.”

You took it from him and slowly pulled it over your head.

“I don’t want to puke on this,” you mumbled, looking down at the shirt. “It smells like you.”

“I don’t think you have anything left to throw up, Y/N. Now come on, you can lie down in the back.”

You followed Tommy into the back of the bus to where the big wide wrap-around couch was. Usually it was littered with junk, or occupied by one of the band members and some girl, but you’d cleaned it today. You collapsed onto the couch, letting the cool fabric press against your cheek. All you wanted to do was close your eyes.

“My head hurts,” you complained, letting your eyelids droop shut.

“That’s what happens when you get shitfaced,” Tommy said, using your own line against you.

“Fuck offff.”

There was the sound of shuffling, and then something was wrapped around your shoulders. It was Tommy’s leather jacket.

“Come here.”

You opened your eyes again. Tommy was leaning against back of the couch, his arms open. You crawled into his lap, holding the leather jacket around yourself like cape. With your face buried in his shoulder and his arms wrapped around you, you fell asleep in an instant.

***

Okay there is definitely going to be a part 4 to this because this was way too much of a cliffhanger haha. I have part 4 planned out already but I’m probably going to try to do more of my requests before I get to it. As always, let me know if you want me to tag you in anything!

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Could you do a part two to the Halloween Costume thing you wrote I just read it and it’s so good!!

I’ve gotten somd requests to finish the Halloween story- which I am seriosuly so surprised by because I really thought that story SUCKED- but thank you guys for enjoying it! It gave me a lot of excitement to actually finish it, so I hope you like it!!

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A Very Nerdy Halloween (Part 2)- Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3026

Warnings:

Genre: the softest fluff around ☁️

AU: Halloween, mentions of Star Wars, the TINIEST mentions of Hamilton

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(Part One)

Your feet pounded the pavement as you ran desperately to try and reach the coffee shop you were supposed to be at 30 minutes ago. The sun was just setting over the city, the fiery, golden hues turning the buildings into warm shades of brown and red.

Being out in the open in this costume, it was really strange. People were looking at you left and right, either giving you a smile or a look of confusion. Some college kid even yelled from his truck, “Padme!” as you crossed the street- it was really nerve wracking to get all that unwanted attention, and you couldn’t help but feel self conscious. All you wanted to do at that point was get to your supportive friends and have fun.

Peter was fidgeting in his seat, his toy lightsaber on the seat next to him, holding your chair from anyone sitting in it.

He had actually gone through a lot trying to make sure his costume was as accurate as possible. He scoured the internet for costume pieces, making some pieces himself- he even put a clip in braid like Anakin did in the movie in his hair. He didn’t know why he was nervous- he just knew how excited you were to do these costumes, and he didn’t want to let you down. Peter had liked you for a super long time, ever since you slept over at Neds house with him to help build his new Millenium Falcon set he got. He didn’t think you liked him back, but he still wanted to make you happy.

Peter looked back at his phone for the thousandth time it seemed for a text from you, but to no avail.

“Do you think she’s still coming?” Ned asked, his mask perched on his head as he sipped at his coffee, his black robes covering all of his body. MJ was slumped in her chair, her boots pecking out of her pink dress as she rested her feet on a chair, her curly hair pinned back slightly.

“She’s still coming Ned,” MJ answered, crossing her arms over her chest.

Peter sneaked a look at his phone again.

“You know, your phone gives off radiation when you use it, which can give you brain cancer,”MJ stayed, a small smirk on her face.

Peter jumped, not expecting her to say anything.

“Who said I was on my phone?” Peter smiled nonchalantly, trying to play off that he got caught.

“No one,” MJ replied seriously, raising her chin slightly, “I just said something interesting about phones.” She gave a smirk, knowing she had gotten Peter when his cheeks turned red. She looked over at the door, nudging Ned to look.

“Told ya.”

A breath of relief released from your lips as you saw the coffee shop. You walked through the door, a soft chime going throughout the store.

Ned was the first one you saw, a black robe wrapped around his shoulders. He waved frantically at you, you giving him a small smile as you walked over.

“Hey guys I’m sorry I’m late!” You smiled apologetically, looking at the group.

Peter turned around, and was in complete shock. You looked nothing short of amazing. You looked as if you were wearing the costume from the movie. Your makeup and hair was perfect, and he was just hoping his costume looked as good as yours. It was a completely different experience to see you in a costume- and you looked really good to him. The costume hugged your curves, and he didn’t want to stare- but at the same time, he did. He was seeing you in a new light, a new perspective, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Ned nudged Peter, snapping him out of his daze. He shook his head slightly, and realizing he was staring, began to blush deeply. He instantly moved the lightsaber on your seat, wishing he didn’t bring it- now he felt like a child with it sitting next to you.

You slide down onto the chair, just happy to be with the group. You didn’t see any disappoint on Peters face when you walked in, so you were a little happy that he didn’t think anything bad of you and your costume.

“You brought your lightsaber?” You smiled, pointing at the toy.

Peter nodded feverishly, still flustered.

“Yeah-Yeah,” he repeated, “I just thought- um- it’d be cool, to have it….” he drawled out, not knowing what to say, so he grabbed his coffee and began to chug it.

“Your costume looks great y/n,” Ned complimented, “it looks almost like the movie!”

You sighed in relief.

“Ahh thank god!” You exclaimed, “I was scared it would look weird to you guys- but you guys look awesome too! Especially you MJ.”

“I’m actually hating this Angelica costume,” MJ revealed, “dresses are definitely not my thing.”

You grinned, “I’d figure.”

You and MJ were very close, and you knew her really well- you figured she wouldn’t care for the dress.

“But hey, look on the bright side,” you laughed, “if a random dude decides to act rude, you can cuss him out while rapping!”

“Is that really a thing she does?” Ned asked, slight confusion on his face.

“ not really, more just the rap part. But its still cool,” you answered.

Peter turned to you, his empty coffee cup in his hand. “Did you I want anything, Y/n?” He asked.

“Oh no it’s okay I can get myself something, I brought my- !” You searched your body for your wallet, remembering-you didn’t have pockets.

You sighed in exasperation, shaking your head.

“No wallet?” He asked, a slight grin on his face.

“Nada.”

“It’s okay I’ll get something for you.”

You smirked at Peter, sizing him up. You didn’t want him to get you something- but you knew he wouldn’t let you, even if you said No.

You sighed, giving him a defeated smile. “I owe you one Parker.”

He smiled, his grin contagious. “What do you want?”

“Surprise me,” you winked at him, making Peter’s face turn red.

Ned and MJ gave a knowing smirk to each other, making you confused.

“What?” You laughed, perplexed.

Ned shook his head, laughing, as MJ pretended to inspect her finger nails.

“It’s nothing.” She smiled, the lie very obvious.

“You guys are hiding something,” you interrogated, “what is it?”

Ned shook his head, afraid MJ or you would say something that would lead to his friend’s secrets to come out.

He had stayed up countless nights for the last few months, reading Peter’s lovesick texts about how much he liked you and how much he wished he could tell you his feelings. He had dat through countless conversations between him and Peter where Peter planned elaborate plans to ask you out to the movies, the park, the new ice cream place you wanted to eat at-but never came to fruition because of how nervous he was to ask. Ned has told him countless times to just do it, the worst you could say was no, but Peter was always too worried he’d ruin the friendship between him and you if he asked you out. Ned already let MJ in the loop by accident a few weeks ago, and she had been making his life so frustrating around you because she liked to drop hints. He knew his friend would one day tell you-on his own time. He didn’t want to intervene with Peter.

“It’s-it’s nothing y/n,”Ned shook his head vigorously, “you don’t have to worry about it.”

You raised an eyebrow, not believing Ned.

“Are you sure?” You asked, “Because you guys are acting super weird the past few weeks- is it about Peter or something?”

“No no no!” Ned frantically said as MJ silently chuckled. “It’s nothing! Nothing-it’s just uh-“

Right as Ned was searching for a little white lie to tell you, Peter walked up to the table, holding out a coffee. You gave one last look, one that said “I’m going to figure it out.”

“Thanks Pete,” you smiled, taking a sip, “You’re costume is cool by the way.”

“Ah thanks y/n, but really,” Peter stuttered, “yours is way better.”

You scoffed.

“No way! I got this off of-Amazon!” You laughed, “you even got the Jedi braid, the lightsaber-hey Ned, you gotta lightsaber?”

“As a matter of fact,” Ned fumbled in his cloak, “I do!”

He proudly pulled out a saber, making the whole group laugh, happy to have a distraction from the heavy topic before Peter came.

You smiled, taking a sip of coffee, “let’s go get some gear for the night at Delmars, how about it?”

The sun was just setting now, the sky more blue than fiery red. Families were just emerging from their houses, the kids all dressed up in assortment of scary monsters, princesses, and of course, superheroes.

You all ran over to Delmars, acting completely free and goofy-you guys were excited for the night ahead. Of course, you couldn’t buy anything without your wallet, but being the gentleman Peter was, he bought you some candy even though you told him not to.

You all began to walk around the neighborhood, snacking on sweets and watching the trick-or-treaters. You were loving the atmosphere of this Halloween-it was spooky but almost in a kiddish way. It really wasn’t that scary, but nostalgic. The air was chilly, the moon was bright and shining, the sound of people laughing and screaming from delighted fright could be heard from every corner, pumpkin spice and sweets filled the air. You were with your friends, your crush, you were all bonding and having fun, and you never wanted to leave.

But before you knew it, the candy was all eaten, the families were beginning to slowly disappear back to their homes, and everyone was tired from the night.

“You guys wanna start heading back?” Ned ask, his mask in his hand

You sighed, wishing the night wouldn’t end.

“I guess…”

You all began to walk back, joking around and talking about the best costumes you saw. You first dropped off Ned, then began to walk to MJs house, saying bye once she got to her doorstep. You noticed her give Peter a smirk, his eyes avoiding contact as she closed the door.

You definitely knew something was up, but didn’t know what-and you were determined to figure it out. You hated having secrets kept from you, especially when they were blatantly obvious that it was about something revolving around you..

You both began to walk in silence, the street having a few more families than the last one. You and Peter were feeling nervous, being by yourselves. You still liked Peter a lot, and it worried you that your friends and Peter were acting strange. A pit in your stomach grew, scared that maybe Peter found out you liked him, or maybe he liked someone else.

Peter was feeling really awkward, knowing how close he was to you, and how alone you two were. He knew he needed to tell you something soon about how felt, but it almost felt he couldn’t do it. Ned has told him countless times to tell you, MJ was giving him mental signs to just do it-but he just couldn’t. He didn’t want to ruin the friendship he had with you if you didn’t feel the same. While both of you were thinking in silence, a little kid ran up completely dressed in a Trooper costume. Their head bobbed, the huge helmet making them look like a bobble head toy.

“Are you Anakin and Padme?” They asked loudly, making you both come back to your senses abruptly.

You smiled, blinking a few times from breaking out of your senses so quickly. “Actually we are! And you are…”

“Their Boba Fett,” Peter stated, grinning at the kid.

“I’m Jango!” The kid yelled accusingly, making sure he got it right.

“Right,right, sorry!” Peter chuckled.

A woman ran up, panting as she reached her child.

“Sammy! You can’t run away like that!” She scolded.

“But Mommy it’s Anakin and Padme!”

The mom turned to you and Peter, smiling apologetically.

“I’m sorry if she bothered you in any way, it’s just she really loves Star Wars, so seeing you two made her very happy. Not many girls her age are into what she likes, so seeing someone your age dressed up as characters she loves got her super excited.”

The little girl took off her mask, giving you both a toothy smile, her braid messy from the helmet.

You smiled warmly at the little girl, bending down to her level.

“You costume is awesome- I think you might be the coolest little girl I’ve ever met!”

“Is it alright if I get a picture with you two and her?” The mom asked, pulling out her phone.

“Of course!” You grinned. You both got a picture with the little girl, all of you posing in ridiculous poses ready for a movie poster.

“Got it!” The mom smiled, looking down at her phone. She looked at Peter and you, grinning.

“You guys are an adorable couple.”

Peter’s and your face instantly turned red, you both chucking from embarrassment.

“Um, were actually not-“ you tried to say.

“Of course you are!” The little girl interrupted, “your Anakin and Padme!”

You had no idea how to respond to the unexpected turn of events, so to your relief, Peter recovered first.

“Well, we can’t say anything, because the Jedi Order says I can’t be with Padme. So…I’m not.”

Peter winked at the little girl, and she giggled.

“Okay!” She giggled. “Your not boyfriend and girlfriend.” She put bunny ears around “not” with her hands, Peter letting her think you two were to not dampen her spirits.

Before she put her helmet back on, she gave you a hug, melting your heart. Peter held out his hand for a high five, and she gave him a hard slap on his hand, grabbing her Mom’s hand and heading

down the street.

You both looked at each other, the redness on your faces still there.

“Well,that-“ you breathed out, “was interesting.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously.

“Yeah, it kinda was.”

“Thanks for that save.”

“Yeah, of course…”

Each of you wanted the same thing-wanted to be a “thing”,, but didn’t want to say the truth to each other. You were both terrified of the answer.You both stood there in awkward silence, not knowing what to do.

“We should probably start walking,” you said abruptly, laughing nervously.

“Uh, uh yeah! Sure,” Peter smiled, his hands fidgeting.

Each step to your house was cautious and full of nervousness. After that comment, there was an electricity between the two of you you both felt. As if you body’s were drawn to each other, yet you both were holding back.

You were making small talk, talking about anything you could think of to bring some normalcy back. It was a normal conversation and nothing out of the norm for you and Peter, but it felt different somehow. Your mind was racing, wondering if Peter felt the same way and why he was acting so strange. His mannerisms, his nervous ticks, in your mind either meant he was totally into you or he was so desperate to get away from you he wasn’t functioning right.

Peter was feeling like a nervous wreck, not wanting to act like such a dork around you. He was hyper aware of his body, each movement he was making, praying he didn’t do things that would make you uncomfortable or notice how nervous he was around you. You were talking as if nothing happened, and your confidence was making him even more nervous because it reminded him why he liked you so much. You were headstrong, funny, you weren’t afraid to be yourself, kind, and beautiful in his eyes. Being around someone that made him the best version of himself was exhilarating and made him feel alive, even if he turned into a nervous love sick puppy around them.

Your hands would accidentally brush on each other, and your heart would race, and Peter’s body would feel as if shocked with electricity. But you still kept up the conversation, even though both of you wanted nothing more for your skin to touch again.

You finally got back to your house, you giggling at a funny story Peter was telling you.

You smiled sadly, not wanting to go. The breeze was softly filtering through your hair, bringing butterflies in your stomach as you looked into Peter’s chocolate brown eye.

“This was…fun,” you smiled, looking down from nervousness.

“Yeah, it was,” Peter swallowed, terrified by what he was going to ask you.

He had been thinking of it all through the walk back to your house. If he didn’t ask, someone was going to, and it would eat him up inside if he’d never knew the answer. He wanted to be with you, and only you, and it ate up his body inside not knowing if you felt the same way.

“I was wondering if maybe…you wanted to do this again? Without-MJ…or Ned?”

You looked up abruptly, happy confusion on your face. Peter Parker…was asking you out?

“Like on a date?” You asked, a smile forming on your lips.

“Yeah!” Peter chuckled nervously,”you don’t have to if you don’t want to-I was only asking because I-I really like you-for a really long time-and I just wanted to-“

You stopped Peter, giving him a big hug.

“Of course Parker, why wouldn’t I?” You exclaimed, all the fears and doubts in your head dissipating, only leaving you with a feeling of ecstasy.

You gave Peter on a kiss on his cheek, a cheesy grin on your face.

“I guess Anakin and Padme are actually gonna be dating,huh?” You joked, smiling at Peter’s happily shocked face, a faint imprint of lipstick on his check.

“I-I guess so,” he smiled lazily, relieved that everything was working out in the best way possible.

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Not So Different

5 things that are different between Spider-verses

The Spider-people kept in touch once they realised they could universe hop. Miles hung out mostly with Gwen and Peter B. They went for snacks, and walks in the park, and helped each other on patrols.

After a few weeks, Peter B invited Miles and Gwen over to his apartment to watch Star Wars. His universe was very bright, Miles thought. It was hard to see how the depressed Peter B could come from a world so full of colour. If Miles had his markers, he would love to sit in Central Park and sketch.

Peter’s apartment was cleaner than the first time Miles had been there. The dishes were put away and there was more than cold pizza in the fridge. It was obvious B was making an effort for MJ. They had been talking, Peter said. Miles was confident they’d be together again by the end of the year.

Gwen and Miles took the couch. Peter threw himself on the rug.

“Floor’s better for my back,” he said.

The movie started. Miles kept sneaking glances at Gwen in the blue light of the TV.

“I thought C3PO was silver.”

“Shh.”

“Ian McKellen played Obi Wan in my ‘verse.”

“Shut up.”

The comments gradually died off as the movie progressed. Miles was trying to figure out how he could casually sling his arm over Gwen’s shoulder without Peter noticing. He started to creep his fingers over the back of the couch.

They’d reached that pinnacle moment of the movie. “No… I am your father.”

Gwen say bolt upright and screamed. “Holy crap! He’s Anakin?”

Miles startled, almost toppling off the couch.

“I thought you said you’d seen this?” Peter asked without looking.

Gwen grabbed Miles’ arm. “Why is Vader not Padme?”

“Padme?”

“Luke I am your mother!” She yelled, waving at the TV. “What is this?”

Peter and Miles exchanged a glance. “Do you have a different Star Wars?”

Peter interrupted. “Gwen, tell us Darth Vader’s Story.”

Gwen took a gulp of breath and started, “Okay, so Padme fakes her death in childbirth and vows vengeance on the Jedi for killing Anakin and she becomes Darth Vader. She raised Leia but she thought Luke was dead until they meet up again.”

Miles sat in stunned silence. “That’s not how this one goes.”

Gwen flapped her hands, “But then where’s the battle for the crown?”

“What crown?”

“Leila’s a princess, and Luke should be a prince, yes? But they’re twins and no one knows who was born first so they don’t know who is supposed to get the throne.”

Peter frowned. “Does Padme not know which child was born first?”

Gwen scowled, “She was a little busy giving birth to the second. It’s one of the greatest mysteries of Star Wars!”

She stared back and forth between their baffled expressions. “The whole second trilogy is based around the Skywalker crown.”

“Your Star Wars sounds way better than ours.”

Gwen had to laugh when Peter B told her Tony Stark was a hero in his ‘verse. In her universe Tony Stark was the playboy billionaire creator of Starkbucks, the overpriced coffee chain.

Miles glared at the chalkboard menu on the Starkbucks patio.

“Pineapple should only ever be on pizza.” Miles spat.

Gwen sipped her pineapple mango frappuccino. “I like it.”

“Pineapple in drinks is weird.”

“I don’t get it man. It’s a fruit.” Peter said.

“So’s a tomato.” Miles shot back.

Peter drank his black coffee and made a face. Served him right. No one came to Starkbucks for real coffee.

Gwen waited until Miles took a big gulp of his drink, “In my universe we put pineapple in spaghetti.”

The spray of caramel chip macchiato was wide and satisfying.

Miles lay back on his bed and spoke into the phone. “You’re working in Hell’s Kitchen tonight?”

“Yeah,” Gwen sighed over the speaker.

“Why don’t you ask Daredevil for help?”

The phone was silent for so long Miles thought the universal signal must have dropped.

“I’m not going to Murderdock.”

“What?” Miles sat bolt upright. “Why do you call him that?”

“He’s a murderer. The kingpin of New York.”

“Holy crap,” Miles breathed. He couldn’t match mild mannered Matt Murdock with Daredevil most nights. Nevermind thinking of him as a criminal mastermind.

“Wait, what happened to the real Kingpin? Wilson Fisk?”

“Murdock killed him.”

“Matt, no.” Miles groaned.

“You know yours?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah, he’s a lawyer. And he’s blind.”

“So’s mine. Blind lawyer criminal scumbag.”

“Gwen, I’m so sorry.” Miles loved his Matt Murdock. Guy was a puppy dog until you let him loose on the streets in his costume. He brought Miles snacks on their team-ups. He had a laugh like a seal barking.

Miles scrubbed a hand over his face. “It seems like all my heroes are their worst selves in your ‘verse.”

“Yeah…” Gwen trailed off. Miles fidgeted.

“Gwen?”

“What if this is the worst universe?” She asked quietly. “What if I’m the worst Spider-person?”

“You’re not,” Miles assured her.

“But you’re right. I’ve got no Iron Man, and Captain America hates me, Daredevil’s a criminal, Harry turned himself into a monster, and Peter…”

“I’m sorry,” Miles could think of nothing else to say.

“I just,” Gwen’s breath hitched. “I just need one person to be on my side. Just one.”

Miles’ heart skipped. “You’ve got me.” It passed like a confession over his lips.

A soft glow pulsed next to his head. A white gloved hand pushed through the light. Miles took it and pulled. Gwen fell through the tear in the universe. Miles wrapped her in a hug as her shoulders shook.

Miles was jumping to visit Peter B’s Central Park. Peter didn’t see how the park could be any different from his, but Miles insisted.

“The colours are different. Like, more saturated,” he tried to explain. Peter didn’t get it. But he took Miles and Gwen tagged along. They stopped for ice cream and watched the ducks while Miles scribbled in his notebook. This was nice. Peter leaned back on the bench with a kid on either side.

Miles tossed his ice cream trash in the bin. “Yeet.”

Gwen scoffed. “It’s yote.”

“It’s not.”

“Do you seriously say Yeet?” Gwen leaned around Peter to make a disgusted face at Miles.

“Yes,” Miles closed his notebook.

“I think I just threw up in my mouth.”

“Wait, what about Kobe?”

“Kobe?” Peter was lost. “For accuracy?”

“No, it’s Lebron,” Gwen corrected.

“I love Lebron James,” Miles said the name in a weird voice.

Gwen scowled. “I recognise the meme you’re trying to do, but it’s Serena Williams.”

“No!” Miles groaned.

“What do you have against the greatest basketball player of all time?”

“She plays basketball?” Peter asked.

“Yeah. The Raptors won the championship because of her.” Huh. Remind Peter to ask if she played women’s basketball or if the NBA was a mixed gender sport.

“She’s a tennis player here.” Peter offered.

“She’s a swimmer in my ‘verse.” Miles nodded.

“No!”

“Wait, what about the pikachu reaction meme?” Miles asked to Peter’s bewilderment.

“Oh, ‘cause of the face he just made?” Gwen poked Peter’s cheek. He batted her away. “It’s not pikachu, it’s bulbasaur.”

Miles nodded. “Ok, cool. What about Galaxy brain?”

Peter stood up and walked away. The two could bicker about internet fads all they wanted. He was going to feed the ducks.

“What do you mean penguins are extinct?” Peter gasped.

“I don’t know, man,” Miles held his hands up. “There was an earthquake and Antarctica sank or flooded or whatever and now there’s no penguins except in captivity.”

Peter scrutinized Miles through squinted eyes. The kid liked to mess with him. Penguins couldn’t be extinct, right? That was a joke?

“Um, can you put me down?”

Peter hadn’t even realised he’d lifted Miles up by the front of his hoodie. Peter carefully set Miles back on his feet.

“When did this happen?” Peter demanded.

“I don’t know,” Miles shrugged. “Like, thirty years ago?”

Peter gasped. “Does that mean you’ve never seen a penguin?”

“Um, no?”

“Field trip,” Peter grabbed Miles’ arm and yanked him through the space between universes. If he focused, he could materialise them right outside the zoo gates. Actually, they should grab Gwen too. Did her universe have penguins? Who cared. The zoo was the perfect place for the kiddies to get closer. Peter could just slip away while they were watching the gorillas or whatever, and presto, instant date. Peter smiled to himself. He was such a good matchmaker.

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