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dreaminghour · 6 months

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WIP Whenever - QuiAni Modern AU

story context: Anakin a college student who develops a little bit of a crush on the tattooed self-defense instructor he meets at a workshop — so he signs up for his karate class and declares his interest by giving Qui-Gon a link to his OnlyFans. Cue the angst and fluff.

author's backstory: so I've been working on a modern AU for these two for a couple months now, I wasn't satisfied with the one-shot I had written... and maybe a week or so ago I figured out out it needs a chapter two and started writing it 🤣 Keeper can tell you that this has been plaguing me for a while so I'm glad about this development.

oh and here's an excuse I have to share this edit I made ages ago 🥰

600~ words of texting (possible flirting) after Anakin is dropped off as rain interrupts their 'friend date' getting coffee. scene break after the jump.

As soon as he was through his front door, Anakin pulled off the damp sweater he was wearing and took his phone from his pants before those came off as well. He hung both sweater and jeans on the towel warmer in the bathroom and quickly sent off a text.

Let me know when you get home :)

It was another twenty minutes, while he was deep in focus editing photos from the night before, when his phone chimed with the reply.

Safe and sound! Just need to dry off before Bishop will let me near him.

Bishop? Anakin texted back.

My cat, was Qui-Gon's reply.

You have a cat??? Anakin shot back, but his phone remained stubbornly quiet. After a moment he went back to editing.

It wasn't until he was done queuing up his posts for the week that he finally got his answer: a photo from Qui-Gon showing a little Siamese cat curled up in his lap, fast asleep. He melted a little, not only because of how small the cat looked in Qui-Gon's lap, but just thinking about the entire scenario. Did Qui-Gon take the picture just for him? Was the photo from another day? He put the phone aside until his heart stopped hammering, tried to focus on pulling up his schoolwork instead.

He lasted five minutes before he finally sent: So pretty! Does he like meeting new people?

I think he'd like meeting you :), Qui-Gon replied.

Anakin nearly combusted.

Qui-Gon sat down on one of the benches on the other side of the room from where his friend was testing a guitar, and pulled out his phone. He soon found himself rereading his texts with Anakin. He flicked open Anakin's 'family friendly' gallery and began to scroll before he stopped himself and flicked back to his text messages.

Do you have any pets? he asked.

He put his phone away.

It was a while later, as he was packing a refurbished bass guitar into his trunk, that his phone buzzed again.

Not at the moment, but I grew up with this three-legged mutt.

And attached was a photo of a much younger Anakin (he assumed) with a blonde bowl-cut holding a sleek looking dog who was trying to lick his face off. Qui-Gon chuckled and thought a moment before replying.

Adorable.

He didn't check his phone again until he'd dropped [friend] off, unloaded his equipment, and was back in the car.

You can't just say things like that!

You made me blush in front of my classmates

Now they're teasing me

Truth be told, the thought of Anakin blushing just because Qui-Gon had said a childhood photo of himself was adorable made heat rise to Qui-Gon's cheeks as well.

I'm sure you can handle it, Qui-Gon replied.

The afternoon was a blur, getting himself changed for class, heading to the dojo, so he didn't have time to check his messages until after class had ended and he'd helped wrap a students sprained ankle. Once student and parent were out, and Jango was setting up for his class, Qui-Gon pulled his phone from his locker.

No new notifications.

He opened his messages with Anakin and asked: Busy day?

He didn't get a reply until he was just zipping up his jacket and waving goodbye to Jango.

Yeah, been in the robotics lab all afternoon working on a project

Wbu?

Qui-Gon replied: Went to the music store with a friend and then had classes, nothing unusual.

He walked to his car and then added: Now I'm on a tight schedule though because Bishop won't stand for a late dinner.

Oh so HE'S in charge, I see, was Anakin's near immediate reply.

Are you surprised? Qui-Gon asked.

No, just making note of who's good graces I need to be in

Qui-Gon laughed out loud at that, and the entire drive home he imagined what Anakin's robotics lab must look like.

#quiani modern au #dreamys wips #quiani #qui gon jinn #anakin skywalker #star wars #wip whenever

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fru1tb3tz · 10 months

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once again, Three's Company has me by the balls @rexismycopilot

might clean it up/color it later. idk

#qui gon def bought ani that 64 pack of crayola bc anakin lamented about never having it as a kid #those crayons were such a social status in elementary school lol #star wars #anakin skywalker #qui gon jinn #quiani #obikin

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cernunnosbrigid · 7 months

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#obikin #quiobiani #alpha omega #fanfic #smut #quiani #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn

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cucumbercastles · 1 year

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A whispered secret? Or a kiss on the cheek?

#the phantom menace #qui-gon jinn #anakin skywalker #quiani #mine

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sensoryseekinganakin · 1 year

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#autistic anakin skywalker #autistic qui-gon jinn #similar age au #star wars fanfiction #quiani

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8bit-mau5 · 2 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO RIQXAE OF COURSE I CARE HIM

THE BIRTHDAY GUYYY THE MOST SPECIALIST BIRTHDAY GUY OF EVER

(non-chromatic aberration under cut)

#asks #unlimited-puppies #Riqxae Quiani #Gabriel's arts #now everyone look at him and love him. i got halfway done and then had to stop cos of a migraine so technically im late but #WHO CARE. BIRTHDAY TIME #i need ppl to give him love. i also changed the gold jewelry to silver for the save of. not clashing or competing with the bright green txt

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jasontoddiefor · 5 months

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For the 'why do you follow me' meme I'm going with raspberry. I think I found you in the QuiAni tags :3 I'm still not over that post about Anakin being a god and Qui-Gon being down to worship.

Uh... We're not killing Anakin I hope 😂

god that thought still haunts me y’know? Which I guess is evident given that I wrote not one, not two but three (3) fics (of which two are pwp) about Anakin and worship. Glad you like that idea!

#ask #dreaminghour

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tideswept · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday

Snippet from an AU where Obi-Wan gets married, leaving things Messy and Unresolved with Anakin, and Qui-Gon is doing his best not to make things worse.

“Anakin.” Qui-Gon tipped the boy’s chin. The expression on Anakin’s face teetered across the line between ‘defiant’ and ‘broken,’ his eyelashes laden with tears. “I’m out here because—”

“I won’t cause a scene, okay?” Anakin interrupted, sniffling. “I’m not that much of an asshole.” His claim came out petulant, bottom lip sulky. “I’m just—fuck, it hurts. Give it back.” Anakin flailed a bit in an attempt to reach around Qui-Gon for the tequila.

Qui-Gon’s mouth ticked upwards. “Baby boy,” he said softly, not as a warning, but as a reminder that he wasn’t as inconstant as his son, who could not quite make up his mind on how to treat Anakin from day to day. Qui-Gon would hoist Anakin over his shoulder and haul him to his car if necessary. Qui-Gon would drive him home and tuck him into bed.

Anakin had done enough; he’d shown up, helped set up, sat in the pews while the vows were read, smiled for the photographers—and left to fall apart where no one would look for him.

Obi-Wan shouldn’t have invited him. Anakin was too young and in love to not accept.

(Anakin was too young for a lot of things.)

“Qui-Gon,” Anakin whined. He blinked hard, dislodging the tears. They trailed down his cheeks. “I can do it. I can stay until the end. I can.”

“I know you can, but you don’t have to.” And if Obi-Wan had a problem with that, Qui-Gon had no sympathy to spare.

#me checking the day fr #star wars #fanfiction #wip wednesday #quiani #i'll post something else for obikin #i got you girl #berryfic

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mischievouschan4 · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday - Club!AU (QuiObiAni)

I may have missed Wednesday by 10 minutes local time, but IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS! Here's another "what I'd like to write Wednesday" post that isn't truly a WIP:

Obi-Wan so very rarely goes to clubs these days. He'd had his wild streak when he was in college, but now that he's closer to forty than thirty, most of his nights are filled with mugs of steaming herbal tea, a thick novel, and maybe a relaxing bath.

As the owner of a local bookstore, he's already obligated to spend most of his time reading, but he just loves exploring new worlds through the pages of the latest thrillers or feeling the full spectrum of human emotion in a romantic comedy. He never complains about reading more, it's one of his favorite things in the world. But his own life, as calm and predictable as it is, reads in stark contrast to the exciting places that his mind visits in his books.

...Which is why he feels so out of place sitting at a small round table in the second floor bar area of a packed nightclub. The dark space is occasionally lit by the strobe lights flashing up from the open dancefloor below, and the air is filled with a pulsating beat curated by the live DJ. Obi-Wan leans over the railing to take a peek at the writhing mass of bodies all jumping up and down in time with the music.

No, thank you. Hard pass, he thinks to himself.

He's only here because it's Quinlan's birthday today, and the man had dragged Obi-Wan and a bunch of their old college friends out for 'an exciting night out, c'mon Obi-Wan, don't be such a sourpuss'. Obi-Wan had signed resignedly, but didn't deny that he could probably do with a little more socializing beyond occasionally chatting with his clientele. His life isn't lonely, per say, just quiet. And while he usually appreciates the tranquility, sometimes he does wish he could have someone... to fill in the blank spaces of his monochrome existence with a bit of color.

So here he is, nursing a Scotch and contemplating the state of his life as he oh so carefully guards his friends' belongings that they'd left scattered on the table and chairs around him. They'd gone off to do who knows what, and Obi-Wan is halfway convinced that he should pull out his phone and start answering some emails. Suddenly, someone moves the purse off the chair next to Obi-Wan and slides smoothly onto the seat in its place.

"So... aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?" a sultry voice asks. Though, a bit of the effect is ruined by the need for him to shout.

Obi-Wan squints through the low light (maybe he should have brought his glasses) to make out the shadowed shape of a young man, really young, probably late teens young, with a handsome face and a headful of bouncy curls. He's also wearing the tightest outfit Obi-Wan has ever seen on a person.

Is Obi-Wan... being hit on right now? By a barely legal twink?

Obi-Wan clears his throat awkwardly. "I- I sell books," he says loudly, leaning closer to speak directly in the other man's ear in order to be heard over the din. The newcomer smells like expensive cologne. Musky. Alluring.

The kid leans back and raises his eyebrows as he blatantly appraises Obi-Wan up and down. "Well, it's a good thing I have my library card then, because I'm totally checking you out," he yells back, shooting finger guns in Obi-Wan's direction.

It takes Obi-Wan a second to even register what was said, too distracted by the juvenile display. "That's what you're leading with?" Obi-Wan questions as he shakes his head.

"You don't like?" the kid brushes off the snub. "How about this one? Baby, if you were words on a page, you'd be fine print." This time, the younger man drags out the words 'fine print' as he leans an elbow on the table and gazes up at Obi-Wan through his lashes.

Obi-Wan winces at the exaggeration.

"Still no?" The kid straightens and flicks his head to get the hair off of his forehead, unfazed. (Why was that so attractive?) "Okay, so I was reading the book of numbers, and I realized I don't have yours."

Obi-Wan sighs and holds up a hand, "How about we start with your name?" (He's actually mildly impressed with the kid's ability to think of so many book related pick-up lines on the spot, but something tells Obi-Wan that he doesn't need to inflate the kid's ego any more than it already is.)

"I'm Anakin," the kid, Anakin, answers. "What's yours?"

They sit there shouting at each other for a while with Obi-Wan becoming increasingly drawn in by the younger man's gorgeous eyes and attractive smirk. Anakin's smile should be illegal, Obi-Wan thinks to himself. He looks like sin incarnate. And the kid keeps touching Obi-Wan, finding every opportunity to lay a hand on Obi-Wan's bicep or trail his fingers across Obi-Wan's thighs. It's starting to drive Obi-Wan a little mad, his cock is definitely half hard in his pants.

All of a sudden, a busgirl comes up behind Obi-Wan, leaning over his shoulder to place a brightly colored shot onto the table. She pushes it towards Anakin as she yells, "From the man at the bar." Obi-Wan notices that she winks at Anakin before rushing off.

Anakin, clearly unconcerned about the safety of accepting drinks from strangers, lifts the glass and looks over Obi-Wan's shoulder to where the bar is, toasts someone - presumably the surprise benefactor who had bought him said liquor - and downs it in one gulp. The bob of Anakin's Adams apple as he swallows looks... incredibly tempting.

Obi-Wan feels annoyance stab through him, couldn't this 'man at the bar' see that Anakin was already taken? In fact, Anakin was the one who'd chosen Obi-Wan! But then, Obi-Wan reminds himself that it doesn't matter, it's not like he and Anakin are actually going to do anything. Right? Right?

"You're popular tonight," Obi-Wan points out neutrally.

Anakin just shrugs and puts his hand back on Obi-Wan's thigh with a smirk.

Obi-Wan quickly forgets why he's even miffed in the first place.

After a few moments, however, another man approaches their table and immediately invades Anakin's space. The man doesn't hesitate to thread his fingers into Anakin's curls and clench them into a fist, yanking Anakin's head back to bring their mouths together in a filthy kiss. They're clearly putting on a show for Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan feels his mouth fall open at the sight.

The other man, who is dressed to the nines in a full suit (tie and all), has his long hair pulled back in an elegant braid. He's also significantly older than Obi-Wan himself, and he moves with a well-practiced air that speaks of intimate familiarity with Anakin.

Obi-Wan watches, transfixed, as the man reaches up and wraps his fingers around Anakin's throat. Instead of fighting it, Anakin seems to arch his back further, putting himself on display while simultaneously pushing into the older man’s ministrations. The man doesn't squeeze, but Obi-Wan is getting all sorts of ideas as to what kinds of sexual activities these two get up to in private. Obi-Wan covertly adjusts himself in his pants as he watches Anakin enthusiastically respond to getting tongue fucked in public.

When the two finally break apart, the older man keeps a possessive arm around Anakin's waist as he extends a hand to Obi-Wan. In a bit of a daze, Obi-Wan registers that the other man's hand practically engulfs his own as they shake.

"I'm Qui-Gon," the man introduces himself. "I understand that you're the one my boy wants to fuck tonight." Qui-Gon also gives Obi-Wan an appreciative onceover. "Not bad," he compliments with a sensual smirk.

Obi-Wan instantly flushes red when he realizes that (somehow) both men are hitting on him? (How is this real life?) Maybe it’s due to the sheer implausibility of such a situation, or maybe it’s because he’s just that horny, but Obi-Wan lets himself get ushered into a back room of the club, a fancy office with a huge couch and, thankfully, soundproof walls.

"Are we allowed back here?" he asks tentatively. Finally able to speak at a normal volume.

"Yeah, we come here all the time," Anakin answers nonchalantly.

"But won't we get in trouble?"

Anakin smirks as he starts to shimmy out of his skin-tight outfit. Right there. In the middle of the room. "The owner of this place doesn't care," he says flippantly.

"In fact," Qui-Gon says as he comes to stand behind Obi-Wan and wrap his big hands around Obi-Wan's waist. The taller man brushes his nose against the shell of Obi-Wan's ear, sending shivers down Obi-Wan's spine. "The owner of this place likes to watch." Qui-Gon's voice rumbles like gravel, low and husky, and Obi-Wan can’t possibly resist. He pushes his hips back into the taller man and whimpers as Qui-Gon's hands slip in and dip below the waistband of Obi-Wan’s pants.

Anakin is completely naked at this point, and he goes to sit on the couch, hard cock on full display for the two older men. "And in case you're wondering," Anakin explains as grabs some lube hidden in the cushions, "Qui-Gon is the owner."

The long-haired man hums in confirmation as he tilts Obi-Wans face up for a long-awaited kiss. Qui-Gon is clearly very experienced at this, and Obi-Wan can do little except wind his arms around Qui-Gon's neck and cling. His knees have gone weak, and his brain is fuzzy.

Obi-Wan has his first threesome that night, with Anakin fucking into Obi-Wan with fervor at the same time Qui-Gon fucks Anakin at a more leisurely pace. The kid finishes before either of the other two, overwhelmed by the double stimulation, and Qui-Gon ends up fucking Obi-Wan until they both cum. By that point, Anakin is hard again, and Qui-Gon guides Obi-Wan to suck Anakin off as Qui-Gon fingers the younger man's hole.

Needless to say, Obi-Wan is thoroughly embarrassed afterwards, but Anakin just bulldozes through any awkwardness with his loud personality, and Qui-Gon seems to know exactly what Obi-Wan needs. A towel. His phone. A reassurance not to worry about Obi-Wan's friend's personal effects because Qui-Gon has already thought to ask a security guard to watch over their table.

Something about Obi-Wan must really make an impression because Anakin and Qui-Gon find ways to worm their way into Obi-Wan's life. Qui-Gon likes to stop by Obi-Wan's shop during the lunch hour to whisk Obi-Wan off to a fancy date. Anakin, who is actually older than Obi-Wan initially guessed (but not by much), is finishing up school to be a pilot, so he spends afternoons doing homework in the bookstore.

Obi-Wan is reluctant to believe it at first, but gradually, as weeks bleed into months, and months into years, Obi-Wan realizes that they are invested.

They each have their preferred sleeping positions in bed at this point (Anakin always wants to be in the middle). Qui-Gon has even become a business partner as he generously lends out the club space during the day for Obi-Wan to use for larger events that don’t fit in the bookstore, signings and club meetings and drag queen readings for kids. And every time he's home between flights, Anakin barrels through their lives like a hurricane, sexually and in other ways. The gifts he brings back from other cities are becoming too numerous to count in their new shared home.

Obi-Wan realizes he doesn't need a ring or a formal marriage to know that he's found his people. And maybe the matching tattoos the three of them get represent that promise. A stylized bird rising into the air, its wings spread to form the shape of a circle. Together forever, Anakin had promised. And without Obi-Wan consciously realizing it, he slowly comes see how Anakin and Qui-Gon have taken a palette to Obi-Wan's cookie cutter life and painted it in brilliant swathes of color. Together forever, Obi-Wan thinks to himself.

In the end, he gets his fairy tale ending.

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Ho boy, where did my mind go this week? I originally just wanted to write the tag-team club pick up, but then my mind went to bookstores and fairy tales and color metaphors. WOOPS!

ALSO: Yes, it's Qui-Gon that buys Anakin the shot. It's their little play, if Anakin drinks it there, he wants Qui-Gon to come over. If he's bored, he'll take it and walk away to enjoy in Qui-Gon's lap hehe

Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

#quiobiani #quiobi #quiani #obikin #headcannons that are eating me alive #drabbles #mischievouschan4 writes #wip wednesday #OT3 #rarepairs #age difference #smut #club!AU #he's a bookworm your Honor #but like slutty Anakin and suave businessman Qui-Gon #HNNGGGG #quiobikin

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tomicaleto · 15 days

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J (What’s your favorite fanfic trope? Have you written it?) and N (Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?) for the ask meme?

Thank you for asking me!

Fanfic Writer Ask Meme

J: What’s your favorite fanfic trope? Have you written it?

I have a lot of tropes I like but I'm not sure if I would say one is my favorite lol I know that one trope I love is some kind of royal and their personal guard having forbidden feelings for each other and the pining that fuels every action. I did write an AU with that kind of premise! You can find it here! (and here!)

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

I'm gonna play safe and share an idea I'm planning for a prompt I was sent! Basically Qui-Gon and Anakin are friends despite their age difference. Qui-Gon was Anakin's professor in university and became very close with him after. Anakin is a young new father and his twins love colouring with Qui-Gon, even if Qui-Gon's family (mostly Dooku) don't really understand why they get along so well.

Sounds like a QuiAni prompt right? well, it's obikin :P

#asks #treescape #Ask Game #Fanfic Writer Ask Meme

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dreaminghour · 6 months

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QuiAni! Anakin is insecure.

thank you, Berry! i had to think about this for a minute but I'm gonna try to wing it

(whump me up! send me a ship and scenario)

modern au. maybe the titleless one? so about 25 years or so age difference between Qui-Gon and Anakin. Anakin is an adult.

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Anakin lingered just outside the doorway. For the last six hours he'd been choking on his heart in his throat, terrified the surgeon would come out of the back and shake his head. Instead, an hour ago he'd been roused from where he'd been curled up on the plastic bench in the hall and told the surgery had been a success.

He could see Qui-Gon through the blinds of the doorway, his hair splayed out on the pillows, that awful smock making him look frail. He couldn't make himself go in. Qui-Gon's ex-wife was already by his side, speaking to him in that soft mellifluous voice of hers. He'd gotten to know her as they'd been tied up with worries about him. The age and experience between them didn't seem to matter.

He knows that the longer he takes to open the door and face reality, the more childish he appears — his very fear.

Suddenly Tahl stands up, the locs of her hair slipping over her shoulders as she makes her way to the door. She opens it and asks in a soft voice, as though she knows he is there even though she is blind, "Anakin?"

"Right here," Anakin says, taking Tahl's hand.

"You should go in," she smiles at him though her gaze remains indirect. "He's asking for you."

She slips her hand from his and walks away.

Anakin still feels like a child but he goes inside.

Qui-Gon turns his head as soon as he sees Anakin and smiles. He says Anakin's name in a rough voice and Anakin nearly breaks apart as he replies with, "Hey."

But Qui-Gon must hear the tremor in Anakin's voice because he raises one arm and Anakin nearly falls into his embrace. Suddenly he's crying all over again, all the tears he thought he'd shed twice over. He's ridiculous. Qui-Gon is alright. It wasn't until Qui-Gon spoke to him that he let himself believe it.

"I'm alright," Qui-Gon rasps.

For a few more minutes though, Anakin cries and Qui-Gon just holds him — weak as his grasp is.

"I was so scared," Anakin says, voice muffled against the woven blankets and stiff hospital cotten. "I'm so glad you're okay, but I didn't know what..." he trails off.

He shouldn't talk about this, he shouldn't bother Qui-Gon with it, he should handle this by himself.

"I don't know what I'd do without you either," Qui-Gon says kindly, and presses a kiss to Anakin's forehead.

Unfortunately, embarrassingly, this only makes Anakin cry anew. He feels wretched and wrung out, he doesn't know where the energy to cry comes from. He hasn't slept in twenty hours.

Maybe it's because he's so messed up, but he whispers into the crook of Qui-Gon's neck, "You'd be fine."

"What?" Qui-Gon asks, sounding genuinely surprised, pushing gently with feeble hands to where he can see Anakin's face.

"You'd be fine," Anakin grumbles, looking away. "Tahl showed up."

"I wish they hadn't called her," Qui-Gon says instead.

"But she knew what to do! She knew what was going on at all times." Anakin bites his lip, nearly choking on the words that threaten to spill; and then they do. "I'm not good at any of this."

Qui-Gon closes his eyes and sighs, something pained in his expression and Anakin resists the urge to rip his hands away. He shouldn't be doing any of this to Qui-Gon, especially not now. If he can't figure it out by himself—

"You stayed," Qui-Gon says, eyes blinking slowly open. "You came with me, you waited."

Now when Anakin meets his eyes, he could see something sad in Qui-Gon's expression.

"You shouldn't be burdened with any of this. With an old—"

"You're not a burden," Anakin says. "Not to me. If I'm not a burden to you, like this... You're not a burden." He nearly chokes, the words he was afraid he'd never get to say again stuck in his throat. "I love you so much."

And he can't stand it another moment. He leans forward and kisses Qui-Gon square on the mouth. His beard smells of antiseptic, his lips are dry, but the hand which cups the back of his head is comforting. It's not a pleasure, but a reassurance and reaffirmation and that's better.

When Anakin slowly pulls back, Qui-Gon seems brighter but softer too, like he'd needed that kiss, those words more than Anakin had. Ridiculous.

"I'm glad you're here," he says. "When Tahl told me you here..."

"She told me you wanted to see me," Anakin says.

"I did. I do." Qui-Gon sighs, his eyes drifting closed. "Will you stay?"

Anakin nods eagerly.

"I'll be here."

He pulls the chair closer, he takes Qui-Gon's hand, he watches his lover fall asleep.

He stays.

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author's note: written mainly as I was falling asleep, then finished when I woke up too early. I left the surgery vague. I really wanted to try writing something entirely in the Tumblr app just to test my daring and keep things simple for me. I've still been dealing with burn out but this came out fairly easily! I'm planning to cross post this to AO3 later.

if you liked this, a comment is the best way to encourage me for more. emoji comments are also appreciated in that vein! ❤️

ask box is open, anon is on

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Thank you for reading ♡

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