#this is the push i needed to try bant

[gimmeurtmi]

magic trick — bang chan

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, fluff, smut!!!🔞

warnings: suggestive, stressed!chan, tired!reader, nipple play, oral fixation, bants, cuddles and nipple sucking idk what else to say

inspo: requested by anon! Also! just as a general request i have been thinking about needy chan w/ like an oral fixation?? like so much???? like he’d ask to suck on and play with y/ns nipples because it’s something that relaxes him. honestly it’s a win win for both parties it’s nice and very intimate it would be their thing

notes: i really can’t think of a better situation to be in than this one. thank you. rbs and feedback are appreciated 🫶🏻

{ wc: 2048 }

chan was stressed. that much was a constant.

he was always thinking about work and talking about work and answering emails and phone calls about work.

and it wasn’t that he neglected you—not at all. there was always time for you, and he made sure to remind you of that whenever you had even a sprinkle of doubt.

but it made you feel bad, even guilty, that you could never seem to find a way to help his stress. to relieve it even a little bit.

you haven’t been dating long, only a few months, so you were sure that one day you would learn what the magic trick was—but until then you were left to try all the different things that might ease his mind, even if just for a few moments.

your shift ended late, very late. there was too much to do and the thought of going home at your normal time was unbearable to your boss.

so you ended up getting to chan’s dorm a few minutes before midnight.

“hey, darling,” he said with a smile as he opened the door.

you tried being quiet as you took your shoes off by the door, but then you noticed there was still very loud music playing from one of the other rooms and all the lights were on.

“do you guys just never sleep?”

“night owls,” chan shrugged. he took your bag from you and walked you to his room.

his laptop was open, soundwaves all across it as his headphones sat by the keyboard.

“what were you working on?” you asked as you settled on his bed, crossing your legs under your body.

“just a melody that popped into my head. and then i started recording it and the beat just appeared. so i had to lay it down.”

you nodded with a smile. chan’s face always lit up when he talked about music, and so you made a point of asking him as many questions as you could about the subject, even though you knew next to nothing. sometimes you weren’t even sure how to ask your questions, thinking they’d surely come across as completely juvenile, but chan always smiled so brightly and explained everything in as much detail as you wanted. so it was so worth it.

“do you wanna keep working on it? i need a shower anyway,” you offered with a smile.

chan nodded, walking around his room to find the pair of sweats that were too small for him and have since became your spare pair, and a tank top.

you turned the fabric over in your hands and chuckled. “must you cut all your shirts?”

“it’s called fashion,” he scrunched his nose at you with a grin.

“it’s called showing too much skin,” you teased him.

“yeah,” he shrugged, “that’s why i gave it to you.”

you slapped his chest lightly, clicking your tongue at his flirtatious remark.

chan just smirked at you in response, leaning in to peck your lips.

“want me to get some food ready while you shower?”

“yes, please. literally anything, i’m starving,” you groaned. chan nodded firmly at you and pushed you towards the shower in his room.

after you washed your very long day away, you quickly put on the clothes chan supplied you with. he was very generous when he cut that tank top, and the sides of the shirt were completely gone. if chan was wearing it, there would’ve been no problem. in fact, you remember chan wearing this exact shirt once and you could so easily see the outline of his abs.

it was a great shirt.

but on you it meant you couldn’t possibly not wear a bra—and even though all you wanted after your long day was to rip the uncomfortable cups off you, you couldn’t. so you begrudgingly put the bra back on and headed to the kitchen.

chan kept his end of the bargain and prepared you some food while you were showering. only after you told him three times that you could eat alone and he should get back to working on his track, he listened and resumed his work.

you cleaned up your dishes (and maybe the two other cups that were already in the sink as well) and made your way back to chan’s room.

the dorm had settled down by the time you were done with your food, and most of the noise around the house was gone.

all you could hear as you entered the room was chan clicking at his mouse.

you softly wrapped your hands around his shoulders, careful not to startle him. he wore his concentrated face and his headphones, so you were sure he wasn’t even aware of your presence.

when he felt your arms around him he sighed, bringing one side of the headphones off.

“all settled now?” he asked, eyes still on the screen, fingers still tapping away on the keys.

“yeah. can we go to bed soon?”

“i, i’m not tired,” he said.

“you will be in the morning when you haven’t slept,” you reminded him.

“no, i’m too energised now, this is going really well,” he informed you with a smile.

you mirrored his smile, kissing his cheek softly.

“and it’s late now and you need to rest. come on,” you tried, standing up as you rubbed your thumb against his shoulder, “let’s find a way to get you to relax.”

he didn’t respond, moving a purple box on his screen to somewhere else. after that he saved the file, gave it a name (revolve - cb97) and turned in his chair to face you.

“okay, fine. i’ll cuddle you until you sleep and then i’ll keep going,” he sent you an angelic smile, to which you rolled your eyes.

“or i’ll cast a magic spell and you’ll finally learn how to relax and sleep.”

“doubtful,” he scrunched his nose again, laughing at his own words.

you shook your head at him.

the pair of you slid under his large blanket, your back finally telling you just how sore it was feeling from the day you had.

you groaned.

“are you comfy with your bra on?” chan questioned after he changed his lights to a soft purple—the led frame he had above his bed painting the whole room in its glow.

“no,” you whined, “but your tank top is too revealing i had to keep it on.”

“i mean, it’s just me here now. i’ve seen your tits before, yeah?”

“you’re always so romantic,” you joked.

“come on,” he laughed at you, “i just want you to have a good sleep.”

“or are you trying to get me naked?” you faked a gasp at him.

“i could get you naked in three seconds if i wanted to,” he countered, eyebrows raised. “but we both had a long day so i don’t think either of us are up for that.”

you nodded.

“right?” he made sure to confirm.

“yeah,” you sighed, “i would absolutely love to, but i’m too tired for that.”

“same,” he let his head fall into the pillow, “my brain is far too loud right now to focus.”

“that’s fair,” you nodded. then you sat up, reaching behind your back and undoing your bra easily. you chucked it to the side, letting out a big sigh as your skin breathed freely.

“i hate those things,” you grumbled.

“yeah,” chan said, his eyes fixed on the way your boobs looked from the side, peeking out of the fabric. “hate those things.”

“chan, please,” you whined, “don’t get horny on me, i’m exhausted.”

he laughed. “i just said i am too!”

“yeah,” you breathed out, “but now i took my bra off and you’re staring and soon enough you’re gonna get grabby and—“

“—hey!” he protested. he brought his hands to your hips, dragging your body closer to him.

“see?” you exclaimed.

chan laughed again, hiding his face in your neck as he moved one of his hands under the tank top.

“i’m not starting something, i promise,” he grinned at you, “i just wanna feel your warm skin.”

“that’s how it always starts,” you glare at him. it was hard to keep it up, however. as tired as you were, you didn’t mind at all when chan got handsy with you. his hands were always so big compared to your body, and oh so warm, and physical touch was something both of you loved.

so you grumbled just because it made him giggle, and his giggle was too precious not to do whatever it took to hear it.

“your hands are very warm,” you smiled softly, basking in the way his warmth moved up and down your middle, sighing once his hand settled on the hill beneath your breast.

“can i..” chan hesitated, “can i kiss?”

you puckered up your lips at him in response. chan leaned forward and pecked your lips, giggling as he pulled away.

“actually, i meant uh, can i kiss your tits?”

you laughed loudly. “sure, mr. isn’t gonna start something.”

“i’m not starting something!” he defended, lifting his tank top over your chest.

he didn’t say anything after that, instead leaning forward and planting kisses all over your chest.

somehow, you actually believed him. the way he kissed you was so different than usual.

not that you didn’t enjoy his lips all over your tits—but it was calm. he wasn’t desperate and eager, he wasn’t teasing and smirking. he was simply peppering kisses on your skin, the same way he did to the back of your hand when you watched a movie together.

he moved his body between your legs, settling on top of you, as his movements turned slower—from pecks to open mouthed kisses.

then he wrapped his lips around your nipple slowly.

you gasped at the feeling, hands wrapping around his shoulders, but even to your own ears it didn’t sound sexual. it was like a sigh of relief had finally left your body in a way you haven’t felt in months.

chan sighed into your skin, sucking on the bud slowly.

you looked down at him, his eyes softly fluttering as he simply rested his head on your chest, tongue lapping at your nipple tenderly.

you brought a hand into his soft curly hair, moving your fingers through the locks slowly.

“feels nice, channie,” you said, airily. all the stress you were feeling from the day was gone now, your mind concerned only with chan’s lips around you.

after a few more minutes chan started kissing away from your nipple, towards the valley between your breasts, making his way to the side he left unattended. then he repeated his actions, bringing your nipple into his mouth calmly.

his hands stayed on either side of your stomach, rubbing against your skin soothingly.

“feels so nice,” he said, voice slow and heavy. he rested his head on your collarbone, eyes shut.

“my head is quiet now,” he whispered. “everything’s so calm.”

“yeah,” you agreed, embracing the way the slight chill in the air clung to the wetness on your nipples. it woke you up, but only slightly. “so calm.”

“i could probably keep going until i fell asleep,” chan confessed, his words tired as he put more effort than usual into speaking. his bones had all but turned to jelly—a serenity around him that was usually so foreign.

“please, channie,” you hummed, brushing your fingers through his hair, “wanna fall asleep like this.”

chan sucked your nipple back into his mouth, humming happily as his tongue slowly and delicately flicked around it, his whole body placate on top of you.

chan’s eyes dropped shut every few moments. he tucked his head on your collarbone, hummed for a moment or two, and then kept going—his movements getting slower and slower the more he sucked on your nipples.

you weren’t even sure if you were awake, too engulfed by the warmth of his mouth and his body on top of you and the peacefulness in his sounds to notice where your consciousness had moved on to. chan felt the same—only focusing on sucking and licking and finally letting the thoughts in his head disappear for once.

you guessed you found the magic trick to calm chan down.

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #all.works #skz x y/n #skz fluff #skz fanfic #skz smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut #stray kids x you #bang chan #bang chan fluff #bang chan fic #bang chan x yn #bang chan x you #bang chan smut #bang chan x reader #christopher bang x reader

[icallhimjoey]

Can you please write a funny/smutty JQ with whiskey dick? Like you go out and he drinks too much so he can’t get it up, but the next morning he wakes up and thinks you guys did the deed 👀 and you need to break it to him like, honey no you passed out halfway through taking off my bra and I was trapped under you all night lol

he's such a fucking idiot, i love him (i kept this cute, hope thats ok!) Wordcount: 1.1K ----

The Best

The second you saw him, you knew it was a good thing that you'd remained sober that night. Walking up to the pub Joe was at, his laughs could be heard outside and you were met with loud cheers as Joe and his friends spotted you.

"There she is!" Joe reached both hands for you, even though he was holding a drink. You thought he was going to go in for a hug, but then he dipped down lower and you realised he was going to try to pick you up and lurch you over his shoulder. You planted both feet sturdily into the carpet and used both hands to push into Joe's shoulders to stop him.

"No, no, come here, normal hugs, they're fine," and you wrapped your arms under his, forcing him to straighten and give you a normal, sensible hug. Pulling back, he left an arm slung around your shoulder and you could feel how wobbly he was, legs almost providing no support. He leant into you heavily, and you had to use a lot of strength to push back in order to keep him upright.

Joe was drunk.

"We've been discussing this all night and we need you to confirm," one of Joe's friends started.

"Or deny," another added.

Oh no. You looked at Joe, but it didn't seem like he was even fully aware of the conversation. He just grinned down at you, eyes nearly all the way shut.

"But Joe said,"

You felt your hands get clammy as Joe's friend paused to look at Joe, waiting maybe for Joe to interrupt and save himself from whatever was about to be said. But Joe just kept grinning at you.

"That he is the best... bedpartner you've ever had." You were surprised at how delicately polite they had put it.

Joe huffed a laugh through his nostrils into his drink and bent over slightly, nearly losing balance. You eyed him for a second, understanding the question, but not answering.

"Yea, Joe? Hanging with the lads? Talking about our sex life?" you challenged, unable to hide your own smile, even though you did think it wasn't the coolest thing for Joe to have said. Especially not if it was something that apparently had been the topic of a long discussion. You could just imagine how Joe would've boasted about himself to his friends, and how very clearly they hadn't believed a word of it.

"It's all good bants," Joe frowned and pushed his chin up, making his friends laugh.

You turned to face them.

"I guess I'll find out tonight, won't I?" you joked, knowing full well Joe was way too far gone to even try to think about getting his dick hard. If you didn't pay close attention, you could've mistaken him for being unconsicious right there, right now, in the middle of the pub.

"He's not," "You're definitely not,"

Both friends spoke in unison, making Joe scoff at them, and at you, and from the way Joe kept his eyes closed a little too long with each blink, you knew the smart and sensible thing to do was to take him home.

It was only a short walk to your apartment, and Joe was swaying with every step, using you to stay upright and guide him in the right direction. Half the time he forgot to pick up his feet properly, scraping his shoes against the pavement, something you knew he was going to regret later.

"I am, though, right?" Joe asked when you manouvered Joe to lean against the wall in your hallway before you turned to close the front door behind the two of you, locking it up securely.

"You are, what, baby?" you snuck your hands around his shoulders under his coat in order to take it off. Joe couldn't keep his eyes open and you softly giggled at the state of him. Here in the bright light of your own home, Joe really did look worse for wear, his curls wild and frizzy, eyes half the size they normally were.

"The best," Joe said it like he really believed it himself and flexed his bicep which he then tried to press a kiss onto, but he missed his own mouth, slamming his arm into his chin, making you giggle.

"Sure," you said, your sarcasm going unnoticed as you crouched down to take off his shoes for him.

"Come on," Joe bucked his hips forward, hitting you in the forehead with his crotch. "Jesus, Joe," you frowned, untangling his laces still.

"Come on," Joe did it again, making you lose your balance for a second and nearly falling over which made Joe laugh. He was too horny for his own good, too much alcohol turned him into a teenager.

"Bed," you said sternly, like you were telling off a child, holding your hands firmly on his shoes, making Joe step out of them as he listened to your command. It took some struggling, but after a few tries, Joe stumbled down the hall in his socks, sloppily pulling his T-shirt over his head as he stepped into the bedroom.

You predicted Joe to fall asleep upon the sight of the bed, but when you walked in, he had positioned himself seductively lying on his side, one knee propped up, waiting for you to join him in the bed. He looked ridiculously goofy.

"Are you ready for-" Joe hiccuped. "For the best night of your life?"

You raised your eyebrows questioningly as you undressed. "Of my life, Joey?"

"You haven’t seen half the things I could do to you," Joe couldn't even balance himself lying down, flopping over onto his front, making you laugh. "I'm intrigued," you tried not to think of how awful the next morning would be. Joe's hangovers could really go either way; or he'd be up for a run like he hadn't been having the most difficult time finding the bathroom in his own flat the night before, or he'd quite literally look and smell deceased.

Getting into bed, Joe was on you instantly, his torso heavy on top of yours, his head in crook of your neck, doing his very best to press kisses where you could feel them, but you knew he was getting mouthfuls of your hair from where he'd positioned himself. You just hugged him, and when you let your fingers slowly caress his back, you felt Joe sink into you more. He let out a deep sigh and his weight seemed to double on your frame as you felt his full body relax on top of yours. It took seconds for Joe's breath to even out near your ear, and you knew he'd fallen asleep. You pressed kisses to the side of Joe's head as you whispered "Best night of my life," into his hair and shifted slightly under him to get more comfortable. You treated Joe as you own personal weighted blanket and it didn't take long for you to drift off as well.

#the best #joe quinn #joseph quinn #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn fanfic #joseph quinn fanfic #rpf #request

[glowingbadger]

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY HOT OCS

A few of you beautiful people gave me permission to talk about my OCs for a bit (not that I need it but it's nice to have), and for that, there shall be consequences. I wanna show y'all a few of my beauties, tell you about them, and brag about how hot they are and all the thoughts I have about their sex lives lmao (also featuring, btw, a major DnD npc who is.... VERY inspired by Seteth lmao though his story definitely ended up going its own way from that starting point)

**Also note because I know a couple IRL friends of mine follow this blog- if you play any tabletops with me, don't you fucking dare read this I will be SO mad because there will be spoilers I'm being so serious rn lol

((Also if you don't care that much about my OCs (fair lol I get that's not what most of y'all are here for) but just wanna see some of my art maybe, feel free to just scroll through and look at four hot anime people looooool))

First, we've got Rhys Ledger! (Cyberpunk Red ttrpg) Full art here

Rhys was born with severe chronic illness and a desperately poor family. Because of this, every issue and flair up got pushed off until it absolutely HAD to be addressed by a medical professional- and this lead to both of his arms and one eye eventually becoming infected to the point of requiring the cheapest and crappiest cybernetic replacements on the market- and even these still pushed his family into horrific debt. To get the debt collectors away from his mother, he staged a big interpersonal blow-up with her, ran away, faked his death, and started sending money to the debtors anonymously on her behalf, so that he could make the payments while separating himself from his mother so she wouldn't feel compelled to try to find and help him anymore.

So basically, he's cut off his entire family, in his mind for their own good. He's in crippling and seemingly insurmountable medical debt. Plus, his cybernetic eye and arms are cheap and shitty and keep breaking- his eye even plays ads at regular intervals, and you can imagine how maddening that is. All he had to rely on was the beginnings of a medical education received from Dr. Banting, a man who provided routine checkups at minimal cost to him as a child in addition to periodically tutoring him. So he leveraged that to test into a medical education program that would basically fast-track him into indentured servitude to a major corporate medical cybernetics company. And on the side, he takes odd jobs for extra cash- which is how he ran into the rest of our tabletop party.

He's a deeply, deeply empathetic and caring person deep down, who's just been beaten down by the trials of life and grown cynical and sarcastic as a result. Unlike most quality cybernetics, his hands completely lack a nervous suite, so he has no sense of touch there, and he secretly misses that sensation desperately. All of these factors contribute to him having been in a multi-year dry spell, sexually (he's had a tendency to pull away from romantic relationships before they got more than skin-deep), and at this point he'd likely faint if confronted with a naked boob. He's incredibly touch-sensitive, and while he probably doesn't even realize it, deep down he absolutely yearns to be touched gently and intimately by someone who actually values his falling-apart body. Rhys probably needs someone who's very vocally encouraging during sex, and who will communicate clearly what they want and what they like; with that sort of person, he'd be the ultimate service-whatever. Top, bottom, all that matters is that he's doing a good job and pleasing his partner, he's not capable of taking someone for granted once they've shown they truly appreciate and desire him.

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Next we have Shaeleigh Sommers (unofficial Pokemon tabletop; also a cyberpunk setting) Full art here (also some spicier pics of her here and here)

Shaeleigh, or Shae, is from a Cyberpunk Pokemon tabletop that my husband has been running for three years now with friends, so she predates Rhys, but in retrospect she's like... a perfect foil for him lol

Shae was born to a fairly well-off family with a corporate, ladder-climbing father and a trophy-wife mother (she has respect for the former and very little regard for the latter). Her older brother is following their father's footsteps, while Shae pursued... basically Pokemon veterinary studies lol. After college, she worked for a Pokemon shelter for unwanted and retired Pokemon, but it was shut down for taking on more cases than they were supposed to (not wanting to turn away any Pokemon in need), and as a result, Shae's dream is to gain the money, experience, clout and sponsors to open her own private shelter. She has an enormous soft-spot for lesser-loved Pokemon, and has no interest in the "popular picks" who will have no trouble finding a trainer to take care of them. She's somewhat naive, though she's learned a lot on her adventures, and she has a good heart despite being a bit spoiled.

Shaeleigh is also desperately in love/lust with the professor overseeing her and her allies on their journey, Professor Shoot. He's a young Professor, still technically the equivalent of an "adjunct," and Shae and her buddies are his first group of assigned trainers. Shae was immediately attracted to him physically, and overtime this has slowly developed into a deep, deep crush and potentially even love. He's gentle and kind in a way that's extremely rare in the dystopian cyberpunk future, and while he insists that, as a professor he's less a man and more a cog in a machine, Shae sees a warm and beautiful humanity in him that she clings to, as it represents her desire not to lose herself or her values despite how hard her battles may become. Also he plays piano, so like, those hands... hnnng.

Anyway, I've always viewed Shae as someone who has had a lot of flings and passing relationships, but nothing very serious. Lately, she's been hooking up with a gang leader (really closer to a warlord) from the wild, untamed underground of the city, but while she does respect him and admire his free way of life, she's truly only seeking him out as solace while she can't have her beloved Professor. With a few more badges under her belt though, she'll be considered to have a level of authority within the Pokemon League that may finally allow her to openly pursue Professor Shoot... fingers crossed for my girl lmao. In the meantime, she insists that she wants him to make the first decisive move, and they live in a surveillance state, so her desired Professor-romance has been an AGONIZING slow-burn thus far. Sexually, I think she's a bit vanilla, but very warm and encouraging, even if she doesn't care that much about the guy she's with. With someone she does care about, she's relentlessly devoted to their mutual pleasure, with incredible stamina and focus, all towards the goal of expressing even a fraction of what she feels in her heart.

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Okay guys, I hope you're ready because I have SO much to say about Saul (NPC, DnD 5e) Full art here

Guys. The way my brain has been soaking in the essence of this character for like two years. And I have no outlet for this because there's SO much about him that my players in this campaign don't know about him yet. (btw this is a follow up warning to my players in my dnd campaign that I will be so, so mad if you keep reading after this point lmao)

OKAY so. On the surface, Saul is a stern but reasonable man who acts as head steward of the Temple of the Allfaith, a place where every deity in the pantheon is given due worship and respect. The philosophy behind this is that reality is formed through the interactions of countless contradictory forces, and by giving regard to all deities of all domains, we assure that each is mollified. This also makes it a place welcoming to all kinds of people from all walks of life- for the most part. Saul is, as one can imagine in such a chaotic environment, kept enormously busy at all times with paperwork, supply forms, requests, ceremonies, festivals, and all of the various needs and conflicts that arise among the clerics, priests, and so on.

Now, in truth, Saul is a Cambion- the offspring of an Incubus and his victim, who was eventually consumed by the demon who sired her child. While the Incubus moved on to terrorize some other locale, Saul was left in the small hamlet where he was born, and it was only out of regard for his late mother that the people here bothered to care enough for him to keep him alive. With time, though, their natural fear and resentment for the literal hellspawn they'd been saddled with caused constant and open mistreatment, and he was only offered the food, water and shelter he needed to survive, and absolutely no more. All the while, even as a child he potently felt the hatred evident in their eyes when he dared show himself in public.

Now, Cambions are functionally immortal, but they do age at a more or less "normal" rate until they reach maturity. When Saul reached his early teens, another young girl from the village asked to meet with him in a secluded grove beyond the town limits. When he arrived, he was cautious and on-edge, believing this to be some plot or ambush for the townspeople to finally do him in, so when the girl came to see him and made a sudden move towards him, he lashed out. His inherent fire magic abilities sparked out at her, and he killed her in an instant without ever consciously understanding his own actions. What he'll only find out through magical means later in the campaign, is that this young girl actually had grown affectionate towards him, and had hoped to confess her feelings to him that day.

After this, he fled the village and subsisted in the wild for some time, until he was of-age. During this period, he learned to harness his innate magic to disguise himself as a half-elf, but he also learned to hate and resent the people of this world. He grew to believe that they were all as cruel and corrupt as he himself was, and to prove it, he spent the following few years essentially fighting and fucking his way from town to town. Rumors of a demon of vengeance were whispered among the towns dotting the countryside, and in Saul's eyes, any who showed the slightest moral weakness was subject to his personal brand of judgement. A shady business might be burned to the ground overnight, the corrupt mayor (and potentially his wife) might suddenly become swept into a quite public and humiliating affair, the cleric skimming donation money from the congregation might be hung from a nearby tree. His reputation in the region became so fearful that a band of Paladins was sent to exorcise this demon and free the people from him.

It was then, bloodied and beaten near to death, that Saul dragged himself to the doors of the Temple of the Allfaith, where an older man named Erasmus took him in without question. Erasmus was the founder and master of the temple, and he nursed Saul back to health with his own hands, no questions asked. He took Saul in for the following years, and while he was a difficult and petulant guest at first, eventually Erasmus' open and earnest care broke through to what semblance of a soul he still possessed. The unconditional love of a father-figure gave Saul not a second chance, but the first chance he'd ever had, and over time it transformed him completely. While he remained as serious and stubborn as ever, Erasmus never gave up on Saul, and with his nurturing mentorship, he became a deeply empathetic man, and learned to open his heart and view others as worthy of kindness and compassion.

At the time of the campaign, Master Erasmus has long passed, and Saul has been the Steward to the Allfaith Temple for decades. He's known to be highly competent, deadly serious, and relentlessly stubborn, but ultimately kind. His life now is one that he lives in a constant state of repentance. He hopes that, by serving a temple to all of the gods, some day one of them may open their arms to him despite his hellish nature, and offer him the salvation he so desperately craves. The tragedy of it all is that, in all likelihood, several of the gods would now welcome him as-is in light of his life of dedicated service to others at the temple, but Saul himself has yet to view himself as redeemable.

Now, for the juicy stuff- believe me when I say that few men have ever needed to get laid like Saul does. While he was of course quite rakish as a younger man, once he took on the mantle of responsibility at the temple, the idea of engaging in intimacy with one of the priests or clerics here became unthinkable. There would be rumors, accusations of favoritism, and worst of all, the potential that his true nature might be revealed. So he has kept himself very strictly at arms-length with others for several decades now, and this combined with his normally uptight demeanor has made him the top candidate for "ready to go absolutely goddamn feral if he ever gets the chance to really fuck again." Plus, I mean, his birth father was an Incubus, so.... there are a lot of assumptions that can be made about Saul's equipment and technique, even while in his half-elven form. He's the type of man who would relish just about any form of kink with the right person; his sexuality is a dam with a hairline fracture in it ready to burst open. In particular, he would find the use of power-dynamics to be downright therapeutic. Tying him up and forcing him to surrender his control and his body, then teasing and tormenting him until his over-worked mind is finally blank? Sublime. Offering yourself to him so he can fuck you like the demon he truly is, using all of his strength and power to reduce you to his whimpering toy? Also incredible. A more structured sort of power-play session with ropes and edging and punishment and vaguely religiously toned lectures? Divine. And, as we'll see, he's just primed for a good ol' fashion enemies-to-lovers arc just LOADED with sexual tension.

(I need y'all to realize that for how over-long that was, I skipped over a TON of info and worldbuilding and additional details, seriously, I have such brainrot about Saul you could ask me what he was doing during any single second of his life and I'd have an answer for you lmao)

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Lastly, let's talk about Anya Lisianthus (NPC, DnD 5e) Full art here

Anya, at the time of the campaign, is the High Priestess of Beshaba (goddess of misfortune and bad luck), and, like most who worship such deities, she does so to pacify her goddess and free herself from the shackles of excessive misfortune. Before coming to the Temple of the Allfaith, she had been from a noble family, but one falling in its standing. She'd had many siblings, but nearly all succumbed to illness, leaving Anya to shoulder heavy responsibilities for her family that she'd had no interest in and no preparation for. Due to complicated political shifts (that we don't have time to go into here or Anya's section will be even longer than Saul's lol), her family started getting involved with some political dissidents. Anya took to their philosophies, and soon joined in with rebel groups who sought to overthrow the local religious leader who had begun exerting immense governmental control beyond their normal purview. However, a tiny instance of misfortune lead to her downfall; a coin dropped from a guard's pocket, and when he abandoned his patrol route for a moment to follow it as it rolled, he caught sight of Anya and her rebel allies. After this incident, her family labeled her a traitor and an upstart to save the remains of their own reputation, and she fled the city as a wanted criminal.

At the Allfaith Temple, she found acceptance, peace, and the promise of a goddess who could protect her from capricious misfortune. But, as Beshaba is an "evil aligned" deity, Anya is kept to the underground portion of the Temple for the most part- both by her own preference, and by the looks of suspicion and discomfort that her presence draws when around those who worship gods of light and goodness up on the surface. That said, she still carries the undeniably noble bearing of her upbringing, and is fond of hosting others for tea, provided they are able to supply interesting conversation.

She feels some resentment towards Saul, not only for being boorish and stubborn, but also for his holier-than-thou bearing, which she finds intolerable. However, as she falls in with a group of other underground clerics and priests with dubious plans of their own, she agrees to attempt to learn more about Saul for their purposes. So, she's been spending time trying to get through to him. For now, this has mostly taken the form of arguing bitterly in his office just about any time our group of adventurers pass by there, but with time, the two are going to start noticing other facets of one another. Saul views Anya as a strikingly brilliant woman, beautiful of course, but more importantly someone incredibly engaging to talk to, well-read, well-informed, and who thinks through all angles of a subject. Meanwhile, Anya will come to see that Saul's dedication to serving the people of the temple is no mere mask of piety, but a true and wholehearted desire to do good and protect those who rely on him, and that sort of genuine earnestness is hard to come by. So, y'know. We're definitely headed towards a "oh no I accidentally fell for and slept with the man I was meant to be investigating and/or manipulating oh fuck oh no I guess I'm betraying the bad guys now" kind of situation lol.

Sexually, Anya is confident, capable, but choosy. Her natural charisma may give the impression of a flirt, but in truth, not just anyone is deemed worthy to share her bed. She was nobility once, after all- there was a time when men took a knee for the privilege of an audience with her. That said, once she's decided someone meets her standards, she relishes in learning their turn-ons and desires and exploiting them mercilessly. She's every bit as sexually open and flexible as Saul, but in a far more proactive way; the lusts of her partner are intel, precious secrets to be learned and utilized to the fullest. There's nothing she finds more satisfying than seeing a lover look at her with worship in their eyes as she fulfills them absolutely. Saul, with all of his pent-up libido and sexual baggage, is going to make for an absolutely delightful partner for her. She'll never tire of learning the thousands of ways she can make his stoic facade crumble.

Anyway if you actually read all of this, please know that I hope only good things ever happen to you for the rest of your life, that someone you like kisses you on the mouth sloppy-style, and that you find twenty dollars <3

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Janis & Casey Pt.2

Janis: [show up girl, with the supplies you’ve bought and the dogs all dropped off, walking from the front door to the back with Twix immediately, go piss bestie]

Casey: [the kettle is blatantly on like he said it would be so go start making this gal a tea as if she’s the one who’s injured not you, we know tis a ploy to turn your back on her and be doing something so she can’t see how fucked up you are but still]

Janis: [we know you and are therefore focusing this much on Twix in a way we don’t really need to like it’ll be any less awkward giving this time and space but you’re trying, for as long as it takes to make this cuppa, fussing this excitable dog, only sneaking looks at your back every so often]

Casey: [I’d like it noted that he hasn’t made himself one because he doesn’t think he deserves any form of comfort at this time, fuck you Ian for making these boys believe your bullshit antics are their fault always, so putting hers on the kitchen table and sitting at it with a sigh like let’s get this over with, but he can’t sit still basically immediately because bad patient so his leg is bobbing or whatever]

Janis: [you flop Ian, come back and catch these hands but don’t, thank you, turning and coming back in once you hear the mug touch down on the table and Twix has done her business, regarding him but doing your best to keep your face as neutral as you can about it, simply shaking your head like that’s all you’ve got to say about this because all you wanna do is cuss Ian out and that’s never the move with this boy in this era so what else can you; dropping your bag of treats etc onto the table as you pick up your mug, pushing it towards him like go ahead and help yourself now before we’ve even started]

Casey: [the way he’d be STUDYING her face because any hint of pity or Ian hate or anything he doesn’t wanna see and he’d flip this table and be off, especially in this era, but she can do a good job of keeping all that off her face, especially in this era, so doing a lil nod like glad we understand each other and can go forward, rummaging through the bag of treats like an excited child for a sec because he is, throwing something at her he’s decided he wants her to have, but again let’s note he isn’t actually eating anything yet for the same reason he isn’t having a tea, like, she’d literally be able to see his posture and demeanour change from being buzzing to look to remembering that and being determined to not]

Janis: [use that poker face honey, you know the score, even if you’re hitting him with a ‘sugar coating is awfully close to bullshit’ because we knew you’d be underplaying it but it’s clearly worse than we’d presumed still, doing a half smile at his antics though, obviously stopping when he doesn’t have anything, doing your own sigh like okay then, let’s get this done, still, when you touch his face, you’re dealing with/checking all the more minor injuries first, cleaning etc when necessary]

Casey: [‘you who brought the sugar in here’ with an amused look at all the treats he’s strewn across this table, because if we don’t have bants we have nothing, and frankly I’m heartbroken knowing that he won’t even react to these minor injuries because these boys are so used to being hurt that only serious pain registers]

Janis: [raising your brows like well, two can play at that game, because bants is absolutely necessary when you’re biting your tongue so hard constantly about how much of a cunt Ian is, also internally debating the sneak attack so he has no time to tense up or if he needs time to prepare about this, both have their merits ‘you’ve not touched it’ as if that’s important right now because we have noticed and that isn’t going unsaid]

Casey: [as an upside, I feel like this is going to be one of the last times he’ll get hurt like this because he’d be so MORTIFIED rn that she’s here seeing him in this state and having to nurse him, as well as getting to a feasible age now he could actually stop Ian if he wanted etc etc, so that’s something, here and now though, taking one of these snacks and opening it as soon as she says that because forever has to do what he’s told when it’s her, so eating something, whatever it may be, like, there you go, I have now]

Janis: [your days of being a complete menace are numbered Ian, and you know it, thank GOD because the times we’ve done this for Jimmy and now this boy, we cannot stand it and none of y’all need this; the laugh that’s just a quick exhale of breath out your nose because looks like he’s being so petty lowkey in an amusing way, doing a slower exhale out your mouth after as you ready yourself to do this damn thing, once he’s finished his mouthful, none of us need to be choking when the sharp pain of this hits]

Casey: [sadly Jimothy won’t stop him so that’s gonna be a thing until Ian gets his new missus and leaves but still, I’ll take it, one less target and the fact you’ve stood up to your dad means you’re not hero worshipping him anymore, but ANYWAY, doing his own deep breath because he’s been here before and he knows how exactly how it’ll feel and that she’s about to do it, giving her a feelsy look that tells her to do it, it’s okay, giving her his permission to and letting her know that he has all the faith in the world in her to be able to go ahead with it, without having to say so]

Janis: [at least you’ve kinda moved out and can officially and properly when school is over so it lessens the frequency but ANYWAY x2, there’s no situation in which you’re not just going for this, the ripping the bandage off approach is the only one you truly know and he’s given his permission and to wait for anything more is just torture for him, you’ve gotta do this confidently and as firmly as you possibly can or it would not work so do it, picking up your mug and taking a big step back so he has the room to flip this table and do what he gotta do about that sudden surge of pain without worrying you’re in the way or this hot tea is, also attempting not to come at him with a stream of sorrys because someone blabbering when you’re hurting can be deeply annoying but we do have to say one in the most !! tone as we’re stepping back]

Casey: [mhmm, thank god for that too, all the fuck yous to Ian, kindly piss off forever sir, we hate you, LORD, imagine if it didn’t work when he’s already had his own failed attempts to do this, so happy it does, he’ll be sending his chair flying with how fast he gets himself away from her and half way across this kitchen, basically at the back door, because he doesn’t trust himself to be near her even though he hasn’t done or even said anything actually, what he is doing is opening said door and smoking out of it cos tis the era when he does all the time and you would need a cigarette after that, as well as the several moments to calm down it gives]

Janis: [it would be so sore after being unsuccessfully poked and prodded with, at least being back in the correct place does offer the sort of sense of relief you get from massages etc, like it hurts but it’s no longer out of joint which is it’s own pain so there’s something, finding the painkillers you also got him, which I’m thinking are the good stuff from Drew again and not just over the counter nonsense, out of this bag and putting them on the counter closest to him and filling a glass with water from the tap, putting that down too]

Casey: [come back after you’ve had your smoke and calmed down, having also fussed this pup who you love and is like wtf is going on, which would make you feel better too, literally laughing a little at Twix antics I’m sure, as if that didn’t just happen, but putting a cigarette down in place of the pills she’s given him like thank you for doing that and go take your turn cos you deffo need a minute too, in acknowledgement that it in fact did, as he takes said pills then tips the rest of the water away and dries the glass, putting it back in the cupboard cos he’s barely used it and it’s only him and Ian living here atm]

Janis: [when you live in the delusion that you’re not a smoker usually and you only do it because Jimothy does but you truly do need the moment it gives you so you’re taking it without the argument or the bants of bringing it up, go sit yourself on the edge of the trampoline and have this cigarette girl]

Casey: [meanwhile you go to the living room and chill in there because y’all said you were gonna watch a film after this, but really you’re just giving her time and space so she doesn’t feel like you’re watching and waiting, taking armfulls of the snacks through and doing the kind of tidy up he’d need to when it’s just him and his dad living here, mainly making sure he hasn’t missed any overflowing ashtrays or empties or whatever when he cleaned up after Ian last, trying to make it a cosy vibe, finding the blanket which hopefully isn’t in any way gross when he checks that, etc etc]

Janis: [God bless, you’re such a cute boy, at least you’re keeping on top of it so we don’t have to shame you by saying it is an absolute mess and a moment for concern, not that we’d be judgy but if the vibe is straight up concerning then we would be worried, of course; come back through, undoubtedly with Twix tailing you, stopping to take your shoes and jacket off if you’re wearing one because did not have time to get comfy but now you can to show you were genuine about sticking around, look at him again and give an approving nod this time with a smile because looking better ‘do you want anything else?’ as you loiter in the doorway, shifting from one foot to the other, thinking he could have an ice pack or a cup of tea or whatever now]

Casey: [when you were blatantly using your phone to look at yourself and only stop when you hear her come back into the kitchen and close the back door or whatever so you know exactly how your face looks cos gotta for the next time you have to see people including your mates and little brother who’ll all have questions, pretending you’re checking your texts or something as she comes through but obvs stopping that when he feels her looking at him, lifting his head to look at her too and smile back because he can’t help but not, likewise cannot help but gesture for her to come over and sit down either because that’s what he wants, and is the only thing lbr]

Janis: [of course you’re not hesitating because why would you, navigating Twix who is absolutely the get under foot sort because she’s an excitable lover gal, do not trip us babe, we can’t be getting injured now it would be too shaming lol, sit down on this sofa, more gently than you’d usually throw yourself down but we’re being as normal as we can be so not to give the eggshells energy, taking a snack to have yourself before you say anything so you aren’t just looking at him, knowing he’s worrying about seeing people but also knowing he’s done it and made the excuses before so it’s not something you need to coach him in ‘I’ve seen worse’ as a comforting, you’re not going to terrify Bobby, thing]

Casey: [whistling Twix and saying ‘oi, watch her ankle’ because of what she said about it not being the same, as bants but also he genuinely cares and doesn’t want her to trip and fall to her death, shaking whatever bag of treats is nearest when she ignores that whistle cos she’s still baby in this era and too excited, which would work better and allow this gal to get seated in peace, throwing one of said sweets or whatever it is at Janis as if he’s trying to do a catch it in your mouth style game but really he’s just illustrating the distance, which regardless of how close or far she’s actually sat from him he thinks is too far away because this is his hardcore crush era, his ‘me too’ is more serious and quiet when he answers though cos obvs thinking about Debbie and Jimothy, both of whom tend to get hurt worse than he does]

Janis: [putting your feet up in the seat space between y’all in answer to both these points, like gotta protect this ankle and also close the gap which is truly not that big if you can rest your feet against his side comfortably, nudging him with your foot as an I know at this accidental serious departure you did not intend to take y’all on, allowing the moment though because don’t need to fill the silence because you’re not awkward, just sad to know what he’s thinking about right now, after, patting the sofa yourself, finding that sweet missile to move it, like get comfy, boy]

Casey: [eventually pulling Twix up into his lap to snuggle cos unlike Jimothy this boy loves this dog openly and she will bring him out of his sad thoughts with her love, handing this gal the remote as the dog is settling because she can actually choose what they watch despite what was said earlier about him picking and it being face/off lol]

Janis: [smile at them before focusing on channel hopping because obviously the daytime and you can watch/take the piss out of some of the absolute wild trash they show on daytime TV first, even if you fully intend to find face/off on whatever streaming service you can]

Casey: [love that for y’all, there is nothing more fun, so truly fill your boots for a while, it’ll cheer you both up and she’ll notice him visibly relaxing and getting more comfy as time goes on too which we also love, he will CACKLE when she finds and puts on face/off btw]

Janis: [the more relaxed this boy gets, the more relaxed we can be as well, BEAMING at your reaction because could not be more thrilled to see it, even if we’re giving it ‘you’d fit right in with the Scientologists, like’ as if he’s so buzzing about his selection because he has massive gay crushes on Nick and John lmao, throwing a pillow at him like it’s to cuddle/smooch but you just want him to get as comfy as possible, obviously]

Casey: [throw said pillow at her to hit her like oi because as close as I’m letting y’all get to a full playfight on this day thank you, but then he’s looking up scientologists to make sure he knows which ones they are and telling her all the wild things he finds out, so another sesh of taking the piss out of something and being amused like y’all were with daytime tv]

Janis: [have a little deepdive into that and also Nick Cage because an insane man and lowkey a sex tourist is what I’ve heard in the now so he’ll only get wilder I am sure lmao, just chatting shit on everyone and everything, having a marvellous time ignoring your own lives rn]

Casey: [mhmm, Travolta has his own shit for y’all to get into as well, pop off lads, I don’t blame y’all, what’s important is you’re having a lovely time here and it’s very necessary rn]

Janis: [there is no quick fix to be had so what else can y’all do, honestly, you know you’ll have to leave when Ian gets back from work to avoid that awkwardness but that is clearly a while away here and now]

Casey: [or Jimothy if he finishes first which is honestly as awkward, live for your stolen moments lads]

Janis: [speaking of, when we invariably get a text from him, obviously because not said what’s happened yet because he’d only leave work and there is no more he can do than us so we’ve kept our mouth closed ‘are you gonna tell him?’]

Casey: [a shrug like idc but he obvs means no because we all know Jimmy would come home immediately to stay and that isn’t what this boy wants in this era or lowkey ever so]

Janis: [‘I can’t lie’ in a sorry for real but- tone because it’d feel very snakey to not tell him but we also know the outcome isn’t the one either of you has decided is for the best, chucking the remote down into your seat as you get up to go make you both another tea to ponder this]

Casey: [just gonna message her while she’s in the kitchen cos I can]

Casey: He don’t know you’ve been here, why’s he have to

Janis: ‘cos you’re his brother, not mine, he’s a right to know

Janis: I’d want to know

Casey: but you can leave yourself out of it, my brother, my broke nose

Janis: It’d just come back on me if I didn’t tell him, he’d wanna know why

Casey: there’s nothing to tell, we let him reckon I fixed it myself how I had a go at doing

Janis: Why don’t you want me to say?

Casey: you’re not thick, you know what he’ll do

Janis: Yeah

Janis: I’m still in two minds about all that anyway

Casey: you’ll be doing what you just have for him if he moves back, that’ll help make up your mind, won’t it

Janis: You act like none of us give a shit if it happens to you

Casey: there’s no need to, I ain’t crying about it

Janis: For fuck’s sake

Casey: he will, chuck what shits you give at him

Janis: fine

Casey: alright, sorted

Janis: Hardly

Casey: far as he goes

Janis: He can handle more than you give him credit for

Casey: you give him loads without me adding none, more than he’s ever been owed from what I can tell

Janis: You’re not giving him a chance to help you so

Casey: he had chances when I needed it, them days are gone

Janis: I’m not getting involved, like you asked

Casey: good, having a girlfriend don’t get him to man up, don’t ask us what would do

Janis: Why do you bother making the dig, like?

Casey: you could have a word about that as you’re so keen to chat to him

Janis: We don’t need to talk about what a wind-up you are, there’s better things to do with our time

Casey: you don’t wanna about what a pussy he is, you mean

Casey: can’t say I blame you

Janis: Come get your tea, I don’t wanna have this conversation right now

Janis: [hear her going out the backdoor here]

Casey: come bring it me when you’re done with your massive strop

Janis: piss off, there’s nothing wrong with your legs

Casey: you’re no doctor, might be

Janis: don’t need to be one to diagnose your main problem being you’re full of shit, mate

Casey: weren’t truth in it you wouldn’t be this mardy about it

Janis: You’ve got nothing nice to say about him

Janis: I don’t bring up your fucking dad for the same reason

Casey: Yeah you do

Janis: I haven’t the whole time I’ve been here, or you’d be throwing a strop

Casey: it’s ‘cause you wanted to be here, fucking crack on if you don’t fancy it now, like

Janis: Because it’s me that’s decided it’s time to go, yeah

Casey: he’s decided, but same difference, you and him being joined at the hip how you are

Janis: He ain’t here being any type of prick, you are

Casey: he’s not got it in him

Janis: okay, broken record

Casey: you don’t listen unless someone goes on at you

Janis: I know what he’s capable of, you’ve got no point

Casey: no point would be 👍 and a broken record too

Janis: Everything would be easier if you dropped it

Casey: so go, if it’s that much easier with him

Janis: that isn’t a choice, it’s not comparable

Casey: stop comparing us then

Janis: that’s you

Casey: you

Janis: you’re a child

Casey: you wish, what’d really be easier’s you getting away with treating me like one

Casey: shut up and bring my brew in, like

Janis: No, get that through your thick skull, Christ

Casey: or what, you’ll have a bigger strop

Janis: or nothing, I’m not, end of

Casey: [come to the back door and open it to glare at her by sticking your head out just cos lol]

Janis: [looking past him at the tea that’s just there like there you go hun, should’ve walked out the front door ‘cos you’re now gonna have to come back through or jump their fence lol]

Casey: [slam this door on her for the pure drama and bants of her having a strop and then pick your tea up, deliberately tip that down the sink like you did the water earlier whether she can see you do this or not because you do not want it any more]

Janis: [you’re probably trying to not look but also looking so you might see that absolute waste, so rude]

Casey: [love this 0-60 escalation, oh to be a teen, y’all were having a lovely time a second ago haha, go back in the living room and turn this film off wherever y’all got to with it, again the absolute drama mick]

Janis: [it’s too real, unfortunately, even if you’re sat here unsure why the vibe shifted quite so dramatically, it has now, have left your shoes and jacket indoors though, which is a bummer, at least I’m sure you found a lighter to steal so you can have another cigarette here]

Casey: [when you blatantly wanna take Twix out so you can fully leave but I’m sure the dog is with her in the garden and also even if you could separate them easily you can’t just leave this gal in your house/garden while you galavant, so he’s just on the sofa, on his phone, sulking, lol]

Janis: [will make you come in and get your things, probably with your own intention to walk this dog because said you would before but he can snatch her before you get the chance to honey]

Casey: [again, the sheer drama of this, no need to literally almost fight with her about it sir, especially when we all know you don’t actually wanna go out into the world yet and risk seeing any of your friends or whoever, calm down]

Janis: [casually fuming with you but we can’t insist you let us walk your dog so just having to storm out of this house awkwardly because you both have to come out the same door here, just telling him matter of factly how often to take those hardcore drugs so he doesn’t overdose by mistake ‘don’t let your dad find them’ like I did not get them so your father could get schwasted, full shade as you go to walk in whatever direction he isn’t]

Casey: [Twix absolutely not helping the situation by trying to go with Janis because obsessed with her so he literally has to yank this dog away ‘he’s not a junkie’ said as full shade to so many members of her family, as she walks away] 

Janis: [the yeah right sound you do as you walk away because what’s an alcoholic sweetie]

Casey: [we know the kind of frustrated sound he’s doing because she’s got you there hun, it’s true tea and you can’t deny it at this point, thank god y’all are off in your separate directions]

Janis: [my boo says walk it off lads, walk it off]

Casey: [this boy breaking my heart by putting his hood up as if that will in any way hide the state of his face, but it’s all he can do, god bless]

Janis: [oh the fictional fight you will have to create to cover that and honestly, are we buying it, dubious but no one else wants to get involved, meanwhile we’re just going to have to go on a run until our next job because useless to anything else in this mood]

Casey: [thank god at least he is that sort of boy, it’s a lot harder to cover up if everyone knows you aren’t, or god forbid you’re a girl, but yeah, not ideal, shall we post this or are we gonna let y’all talk again?]

Janis: [let me look at what was last said to see if you can, and how long later; okay, so say this is like, the evening of this day]

Janis: They need to come back and get their [whatever thing(s) Jimmy and Bobby have not got with them but now want]

Janis: Convinced not tonight but that’s as long as I can give you

Casey: Alright, I’ll piss off out for a bit tomorrow

Janis: [whatever time it is likely to be with y’alls schedules]?

Casey: yeah

Janis: warn you if the plan changes

Casey: tah

Janis: you’re really still in a mood

Casey: still nothing nice to say, why would I have

Janis: suddenly you remember your manners, alright

Casey: I remember how you’ve known Jim 2 minutes and you reckon it’s alright to chat shit about my dad ‘cause I’ve said something you don’t like about that dickhead, as if it’s the same

Janis: You can say whatever you want to his face, I dunno why you expect me to put up with it?

Casey: I can say whatever I like whenever, he’s my brother

Casey: you know sod all about my dad

Janis: If we were actually mates, you’d try to keep it to a minimum

Janis: I’m not doing it for you if you can’t be bothered to

Casey: sort of mate’s that

Casey: your boyfriend’s a twat, you need telling

Janis: Right, so am I so we’re a perfect pair, like

Casey: you always fucking do that

Janis: what?

Casey: I’m not having it

Janis: Come on, relax, I didn’t tell him and I didn’t let them come over tonight

Casey: you’ve undone all that by telling us to relax

Casey: maybe I’m wrong and you are a twat an’ all

Janis: You seriously need to, you can’t be bursting a capillary in your state 

Janis: and this is just stupid

Casey: piss off if you think I’m about to google what one of them is

Janis: 😏

Janis: just trust us, you’d be looking a state again

Casey: not asking you to look at us

Janis: rude, I did a grand job

Casey: you relax, you did the job

Janis: psh, you can give me the [however much the drugs cost] if that’s the case, ungrateful

Casey: can have it, don’t bother me

Janis: *you’d rather be awkward

Janis: don’t matter, I get a discount

Casey: I ain’t awkward, you wanna ask [the therapist lady] to have a go on her cards about working out what feelings are what

Janis: I might, sounds like the basis of her grooming 

Casey: oi, don’t make us laugh, dickhead

Janis: 😂 is a nice emotion, Casey

Casey: and you heard, I’m in no mood for nice, like

Janis: What are you up to tonight?

Casey: Why

Janis: nosy

Casey: [tell her whatever you’re doing because we all know Ian likes a bribe and being overly nice in the aftermath so he’s either bought you something that you’re then busy with or he’s taking you somewhere you wanna go]

Janis: it’s no [what he got after his mum] but 👍

Casey: didn’t hurt as much as that

Janis: fucked up scale there

Casey: you made it

Janis: nah, not me

Casey: weren’t me on about what I was given when

Casey: can’t get enough of a comparison today, you

Janis: A patterns a pattern, I just pointed it out

Janis: it beats what he did last night so, fine, have it Ian

Casey: well done

Janis: It doesn’t make me feel anything close to good, don’t need to pretend

Casey: it ain’t to do with you, no need to keep on putting yourself in the middle

Casey: there’s your pattern

Janis: yeah, why would a mate care, mental, that

Casey: just leave it

Janis: Sure

Casey: fuck’s sake, girl

Janis: that’s definitely my line

Casey: calling me a lass won’t help you back on my good side none, but if you’re after us falling out harder, go on

Janis: you even have a good side, you moody little knobhead 🤔

Janis: dunno anymore

Casey: so you say, but there’s no ? ‘cause deep down you know I have

Janis: deep down is right, yeah

Casey: maybe if you was about more

Janis: we managed an afternoon, about

Janis: can’t push our luck

Casey: never even finished the film, unlucky, more like

Janis: now I’ll never know what happened 👺💔

Casey: want me to tell you

Casey: [and do but tell her wrong deliberately to be funny and also to lovingly take the piss about y’all’s collective strop by including that, god knows if you’re saying she’s Nick or John with it, I can’t remember the film well enough lol]

Janis: [me looking at the wiki and saying I ain’t tryna understand and read all that, sis]

Janis: you can have a 😂 for that, I don’t withhold like some people

Casey: tah very much, I can go back to feeling proper lucky again

Janis: as you should, boy

Casey: do you wanna come [wherever I’m saying Ian is paying for him to go tonight with whoever he wants, obvs without going himself cos he’s old and not that kinda dad, purely so I can say he’s literally asking Janis on a date here basically] and even us up

Janis: tonight?

Janis: Don’t you wanna take [whoever we know he’s close with of his friends, as close as lads are with their friends, which isn’t extremely but you know]

Casey: rather take you, be why I asked

Janis: Assuming he’s not invited too, don’t know what I’d really tell him, like

Casey: alright

Janis: never left him here alone, not for no time, sorry

Casey: I said alright

Janis: take [that friend] be more fun

Casey: in a bit then

Janis: what I get for having no other friends, like

Janis: see you later

Casey: [just go sir, we all know you’re way more gutted that she said no than you can ever let on or know what to do with/about even though the invite sounded more like bants than how serious it was]

Janis: [when you feel really bad/are also gutted but yeah, what are you saying, like brb bestie, I think not, also want to keep talking but know you need to shut up before you get really annoying here]

Casey: [oh this era, what an iconic time]

Janis: [come at him tomorrow, some self-control displayed but gotta let you know it wasn’t a no because we don’t want to hang out with you just a not right now]

Janis: Good night?

Casey: [there would definitely be socials I can’t do because idk where y’all are going and have I NO content of this boy, even if his friend posted them and he’s just tagged and re-posting them to his story etc, cos trying to have fun despite all of us knowing he would’ve had more with her]

Casey: Weren’t bad

Janis: Good stuff

Janis: better than mine, Bobby had his nightmares, like

Casey: 💔 gutted

Casey: but no surprise he can’t man up for his missus neither, all know who he likes taking after

Janis: She was 😴 never know, poor sod

Janis: [this friend] posts as much as my sister

Casey: I dunno about that

Casey: but he was doing my head in with it 🤏

Janis: you don’t like 📸

Janis: I get it

Casey: never said I don’t like 📸

Janis: oh, you’re up for being someone’s muse then? My mistake

Casey: depends whose, might be

Janis: 😏

Janis: not why I’m here, soz to say

Janis: was gonna go on a 🐶 supply run in town, you wanna come?

Casey: now

Janis: are you doing something already?

Casey: nah, just asking when you want meeting [somewhere he’s going to]

Janis: I can be there [a time, be nice and say you aren’t all the way in the cali gaff rn]

Casey: alright then, I’ll keep an eye out

Janis: can go somewhere more exciting as well as but gotta pick up their shit with something ain’t we

Casey: least you ain’t asking me to cover picking it up for you while you go something

Janis: I barely ever do that!

Janis: only if my ankle is hanging off

Casey: 😏 and I’ll not let it happen again so you’ve used that excuse right up

Janis: I’m not after making no excuses, tah very much

Casey: would wind us up more than posing if you did do

Janis: it looks like a laugh, still

Janis: and you don’t look scary

Casey: oi, yeah I do 💪

Janis: nope, sorry 🌞

Casey: stalking the wrong socials there, you

Janis: ugh, do not tell your mate I’m stalking him 🙄

Casey: he’d never shut up if I let him reckon you was

Janis: No coming back from that rumour, and gossips running dry at the minute, like

Casey: 🙄

Casey: ain’t even worth it to stop him and the rest going on about how I were 🤕

Janis: your rep’ll be 💪💪 s’something

Casey: news to nobody I’m hard, mate

Janis: today's 😂

Casey: you go on

Casey: still be why I was asked out last night

Janis: Oh yeah?

Casey: yeah

Janis: well, spill

Casey: what

Janis: is that all you’re gonna say about it?

Casey: I dunno what you want me to, just some lass there with her mates

Janis: where are you going to go?

Casey: didn’t do the asking, don’t ask me

Janis: such a boy, you

Casey: she lives [somewhere] I’ll knock for her, see where we end up

Janis: You don’t have to meet me if you’d rather do that now, by the way

Casey: you’re alright, I’ll go later

Janis: don’t wanna look too keen, good shout

Casey: and she’ll look better in the dark

Janis: wow, charmer

Casey: don’t 😂 then

Janis: I could but

Janis: don’t you like her?

Casey: only met her last night

Janis: feels safer you taking the piss than me starting, ‘til you’ve decided anyway

Casey: I barely know her, say what you like

Janis: I’ve got no info to go on, Mr 💪 and silent

Casey: none else to give you, you heard

Janis: I don’t need three guesses for the essentials anyway

Casey: take ‘em, why not

Janis: she’ll be blonde and look like a younger version of [whoever Ian last dated, whether we’re actually naming her or calling her a Sharon], done in 2

Casey: and maybe you’d be right, I asked her, but what I said were, she asked me

Janis: Surely you’ve not said yes to any more/any less

Casey: never saying yeah to a brunette or no ginger, you can have that one

Janis: you’re so funny, like you’ve walked out the 70s

Casey: piss off, nowt wrong with fancying blondes

Janis: didn’t say there was, just that it’s like a sketch of a misogynist, like

Casey: how is it

Janis: you know how, boy, no need to start fighting again

Casey: you started it

Janis: You needn’t be embarrassed, it’s sweet

Casey: you needn’t be patronising if you don’t wanna fight, love

Janis: 😁🤐

Casey: such a dickhead sometimes

Janis: you’ve upgraded us from twat, clear it’s all 💘 again

Casey: calm yourself down, like

Janis: 👨‍🦳

Casey: I get it, you never had much sleep, making you go off your head

Janis: most in ages, Jimmy, not so much, like

Casey: there’s why you’re on about 💘

Janis: you brought it up that time

Casey: nah, bollocks did I

Janis: you did too, what am I meant to say to that, to you

Casey: to what

Janis: my 💘 life

Casey: you brought him up, not us

Janis: can’t avoid it all the time but we don’t need to go there

Casey: 💪🤐

Janis: that bit of being mates can be one-sided, I’ll think of somewhere you can owe me…

Casey: or you can stop going on like you’re doing a bloody interview and I won’t owe you

Janis: HARDLY

Janis: drama queen 🙄

Casey: me, yeah right

Janis: not asking for a kidney, calm down

Janis: called taking a polite interest

Casey: shame, I’d give it over 1st

Janis: Oh my God, fine, piss off and I’ll see you when I get there, you rude bastard

Casey: well polite interest, that

Janis: be more interesting than the dickheads on this bus then

Casey: [make fun of some other peeps out last night that you saw and whatever cringe antics happened cos y’all love a bit of that, so give her all the goss and tea]

Janis: you’ve redeemed yourself, well done

Casey: always can with you

Janis: dangerously close to calling me easy/a pushover

Casey: it is easy, but not like that

Casey: you just are to talk to

Janis: and a good save

Janis: It’s mutual

Casey: no dickhead’s believing ⚽️ done my face though

Janis: we could edit together me kicking one at you without the potential risk of seeing if it’s possible

Casey: I’ve already said to [his friend] that [whatever lie he has told] it’ll have got ‘round

Janis: it is a better one, put my boots away

Casey: shit game with only us 2 anyway, I’d have you in about a minute

Janis: I’m the one on the team, you wish

Casey: I could be, but I’m not a knobhead

Casey: who’s the sponsor [something to do with the school being noncey af lol]

Janis: 🤣 don’t explain the rest of the team though, none of them are fuckable

Casey: there you go, I’d be on a ban ‘cause I don’t fancy none of that gay bollocks in the showers with the lads after

Janis: the lads are like that, so I hear

Casey: dunno how you ain’t red carded every game, I’d knock someone out whenever I was on the pitch

Janis: ‘cos I’m the best player, I always win

Casey: I’ve seen, you do half decent, for a lass

Janis: I’ll show you how to foul someone and get away with it, if you give us a proper compliment

Casey: I’ll give you a proper compliment for a proper foul, how’s that

Janis: deal

Casey: but you did look fit playing, which is a real compliment, state of the kit they’ve put your team in

Janis: think a school full of nonces would prioritize a fitter kit but apparently not 🤷‍♀️ tah though

Casey: pisstake, honestly

Janis: the rich school we play has everything in their colours, shin guards and everything

Casey: don’t worry, I’ll head there and nick it all, we can spray paint ‘em [whatever colour their school is] have you dressed top too

Janis: 🥇💡 gotta be done

Casey: I’m on it, need something to do when everyone’s in english

Janis: [tell him of good hiding places in the school like for practical reasons here too]

Casey: you’re a mate

Janis: yeah, don’t forget it

Casey: ‘course I’ll not

Janis: Bet they have loads to nick at that school, s’massive

Casey: come if you want

Janis: think I might

Casey: [genuinely suggesting whenever his next English lesson is because he do be serious] then

Janis: it’s a date

Janis: reckon we’ll get in?

Casey: piss easy

Janis: probably got a special scum detection system but still

Casey: you’re not thick and I don’t give a fuck, between us we’ll work something out

Janis: you aren’t either, you know

Casey: no need to say that, it’s alright

Janis: you aren’t, Lucas is a proper sadist, he just enjoys being a cunt in any way he can, it’s not true at all

Casey: I wouldn’t have a word out his mouth as true, but other people say it an’ all, like

Janis: wankers

Casey: they ain’t all wrong ‘cause you say so, girl

Casey: I said, it’s alright, don’t matter

Janis: They just are, fact

Janis: there’s loads of different types of smart

Casey: steady on before you sound like [the school therapist who’d say that in a patronising way unlike how genuinely this gal means it]

Janis: yeah, okay, that sounded shite reading it back

Janis: but you know what I mean, my brothers family are gypsies, loads of them can’t read or write barely but they can do loads of shit and are minted, like that

Casey: yeah, okay, does make me feel loads better

Janis: plus you can be charming when you wanna be, that sort of skill gets you far

Casey: I know, but shut up now or I’ll need to be embarrassed

Janis: 😶 but you shut up with that sort of talk, I hate it when you do that

Casey: me too

Janis: I know you’re just repeating it but

Janis: you’re better than that

Casey: I’ll sort my head before [whenever they are due to meet up shortly]

Janis: or I’ll sort it for ya

Casey: be good if you could do

Janis: were meant as a proper hard threat but in hindsight

Janis: wouldn’t that be nice, yeah

Casey: you can forget I said it though, I hold my breath for nowt now

Janis: too much faith in my ability there

Casey: I deserve the comparison to your shit nan with her mate Jesus, yeah

Janis: The fucked thing is you’d really love her, like

Janis: picked the wrong nan ‘cos you’re a little bit racist, tragic

Casey: I’ll live

Janis: really not gonna refute the claims, right in my face 😏

Casey: if you REALLY want me to lie right to it that tan suits you

Janis: God, you are the worst

Casey: you’d be fitter as a blonde, and if your best mate can’t tell you

Janis: You are delusional, bestie

Casey: am I, or are you a big head

Janis: you are, also your skin is basically the same colour as mine so I’d take a look at the family tree before you go all SS about it

Casey: and I’M delusional, she reckons

Janis: 23 and get back to me, hun

Janis: white people don’t look like you lot

Casey: have a word with yourself

Janis: oh, I’m so soz to be the bearer of the awful news there’s some diversity in your bloodline

Janis: you should say thanks, you’re not see-through and you’ve got a jawline and some lips

Casey: so you should be

Janis: 😘 

Casey: but tah for letting us know what this lass needs to be saying later or I’ll be off

Janis: she obviously fancies you, bit old to be asking people out on dares

Casey: I dunno, if your sister and her mates ain’t doing it, what’s happening

Janis: ✨ desperation 💅

Casey: 😏

Janis: Gracie’s last fella could’ve easily just pulled himself out of the nearest bog, state of him

Casey: should find herself a mate like me

Janis: ha, don’t even think about it

Casey: not the one who’s desperate

Janis: And she knows what her life’s worth

Casey: nothing at the minute, every dickhead knows

Janis: grant you, but I could make it much, much worse

Casey: be near worth it to watch you

Janis: no it bloody wouldn’t, have nothing to watch with when I pop your eyeballs out

Casey: come on, you’re making it a serious challenge not to go for this, saying that

Janis: 😣 no

Casey: don’t give me that face

Janis: I’ll have to if you don’t stop messing, she’s a disaster zone

Casey: what you have to do’s chuck us some credit

Janis: promise right now then, never ever

Casey: I wouldn’t if she were the last lass alive

Janis: Thank you 😌

Janis: was getting dangerously close to spraying the people in front of me with sick there

Casey: I like winding you up, don’t mean I could ever like her

Janis: can take the joke 🤏 too far, we’ve all been there, got to have limits

Casey: 🤞 what you’re doing with my brother and you’ll soon put a stop to it

Janis: s’different, my boyfriend before we were mates, who’d I be winding up

Casey: was the same time

Janis: almost

Casey: but I should’ve got in there 1st, yeah

Janis: dunno how you’d have gone about that, I’m a massive bitch, remember

Casey: keep the what ifs to myself, not a complete bastard

Casey: you already know you lost out massive 💔🏆

Janis: gutting

Casey: bed’s made now

Janis: yep, have to live with my choices, won’t I

Casey: both of us will do

Janis: you’re better off, kid

Casey: still no more of a kid than the last time you tried it, love

Janis: yeah, yeah 😋

Casey: put your tongue away an’ all, proper mixed signal to give out

Janis: can’t do anything today, like

Janis: you think I’m 💘 obsessed

Casey: you’re on a bus, have a go at behaving yourself

Janis: n’awh, like the dad I never had

Casey: be a bus full of ‘em, you only need ask

Janis: not that sister

Casey: I can’t be a kid and a dad to you, make up your mind

Janis: who’s giving mixed signals now

Casey: you still

Janis: ➡️⬅️⬆️⬇️↗️↘️↙️↖️

Casey: right

Janis: that you picking your direction ➡️

Casey: where would it send you

Janis: trying to send me down [whatever street we’re passing, taking a photo as you do]

Casey: nah, come here

Janis: okay, I’ll stay on the bus

Casey: see, I can do clear signals

Janis: fair, crystal clear that time

Casey: I wanna see you, feels like it’s been ages

Janis: have you been taking the tablets? Will feel like ages if you’ve been torturing yourself

Casey: I’ve had some 

Casey: [a number which is not anywhere near as many as he should’ve had but isn’t 0 at least]

Janis: Good

Janis: I was thinking you’d not have any

Casey: bit rude when you bothered bringing ‘em to me

Janis: you didn’t drink your tea so

Casey: that’s different

Janis: that was yesterday

Casey: I won’t be a bellend today

Janis: I reckon I can make that a deal as well

Casey: okay, sorted

Janis: 🤝💦

Casey: Any excuse to get your tongue back out

Janis: probably not even a top 10 feature

Casey: depends who you’re polling

Janis: come on, so many more will come to mind first

Casey: cocky

Janis: but right

Janis: unless I’m polling exclusively perverts, then it’ll probably crop up

Casey: could turn a totally boring bastard into a pervert, you

Casey: gonna fuck all tests up

Janis: then I better 😶

Casey: what I’ve been on about you having a go at this whole time

Janis: isn’t it a shame I couldn’t possibly tell you you were right, got no mouth now

Casey: I don’t need telling owt I know

Janis: 😏

Janis: can’t argue with that, sound too much like me

Casey: you’ve fingers, you fancy using them

Janis: I need all the practice I can get 

Janis: 👋🖕🤘

Janis: how did I do?

Casey: ready to be our kid’s new teacher never mind mine 👏

Janis: I’d SO much prefer having him as a pupil, so thank you 🙇‍♀️ 

Janis: did it take yous long to learn it? proper, like, not just 👍👎🖕👌

Casey: I’ve said, no taste from the off

Casey: wrong dickhead to ask, feel like I’m still trying to learn it

Janis: I feel like such a cunt when I don’t know what he’s going on about

Janis: Jimmy’s always there so it’s not the end of the world but his face when he knows I’m clueless

Casey: same, least he don’t fancy having a chat to us much, I’ll be alright with 👍👎🖕👌

Janis: must be shit sometimes, for all of you

Janis: 👍👎🖕👌 better than nothing, yeah

Casey: no need for me to go about how it is, barely to do with me, like I just said

Janis: still your brother, no changing that

Casey: would if they could

Janis: yeah but who wouldn’t, no one gets on with their siblings really

Casey: your mum does, so much she’s living with hers

Janis: ah, no blood relationship though

Casey: dunno if that makes it weirder or nah

Janis: oh it’s weird, so are her kids, poor things stood no chance of not being

Casey: yeah, and you were on at me for ages to live with them

Janis: they’re 5 and 3, I don’t think they’ll wanna be your bezzies, dickhead

Casey: they might

Janis: big head 😏

Casey: you’d have to get over it, bit out of order to be jealous of little kids

Janis: However would I cope…

Casey: I’d reckon by finding some new mates yourself to do my head in with if I didn’t know you’d never cope with that

Janis: I just don’t see the point of having friends for the sake of, not when most people are shit

Janis: I’d rather be on my own

Casey: most can’t hack being on their own

Janis: I know, pathetic, like

Casey: call it what you want, I’d rather not be

Janis: oops, soz

Janis: you aren’t anyway so it doesn’t matter

Casey: I were when we 1st moved

Janis: not now, loads of mates

Casey: not hard, all you have to do is be bothered

Janis: not for you, maybe

Casey: you fancied it, you could too

Janis: There’s too much else I have to be getting on with

Janis: I can’t pretend to be bothered about people’s trivial shit like it matters

Casey: there you go then, fucked up step 1 of how I told you to go about it

Janis: 🤷‍♀️ I’ll live

Casey: we’re different, I get it

Janis: don’t matter

Casey: you reckon people are shit, it’s shit for me when there’s none of ‘em round

Janis: like you said, you’re more likely in the majority there

Casey: probably

Janis: but people always leave so I’m less likely to be disappointed 

Janis: we both have to take the wins where we can

Casey: I’ll take mine from what I’m not missing out on before they go

Janis: 👍

Casey: best memories are off my mum, if I was crying about her not being here all the time I’d have no room in my head for none of ‘em

Janis: I’m glad for you, that you can be like that about it, honestly

Casey: only the one life, bollocks am I sulking and whinging through it

Janis: good for you

Casey: she’s not coming back to nick the credit for teaching us, I’ll have to take it

Janis: usually the way, that

Casey: something to think on as I’m waiting for you to be off your bloody bus

Janis: I’ve got to pick up some stuff first, I’ll meet you [wherever that isn’t far but is more like a cafe or whatever vibe like don’t just be waiting]

Casey: Alright, but hurry up

Janis: entertain yourself, I have to do what I have to do

Casey: 🙄 meant to be what we’re meeting up for

Janis: yeah well

Casey: yeah well, you heard, don’t take all day

Casey: already stood us up the other night

[sira365]

Siri Tachi, Take It Easy

characters:  Siri Tachi, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Quinlan Vos, Garen Muln, Bant Eerin, Adi Gallia rating: General Audiences word count: 4.1k ao3 • star wars masterlist

Summary:

Siri Tachi has trouble knowing it's alright to take a break. Not being able to bear seeing his dear friend push herself to her limits any longer, Quinlan Vos comes up with a way to help Siri learn to take it easy, dragging Obi-Wan, Bant and Garen along with him for the ride.

Needless to say, when you put Quinlan Vos in charge of scheming, things tend to get creative...

“We should go check on her,” Bant suggested, setting her meal tray down on the table, “It’s the third day she’s skipped lunch. It's unhealthy.” 

Garen sat down next to the Mon Calamari, “Well, we know where she is at least.” 

“What’s Tachi obsessing over again this time?” Quinlan asked, sliding his bowl of topato stew across the table top. 

“Quinlan, do take this seriously.” Obi-Wan sighed, catching Quinlan’s bowl to stop it from sliding off the table. 

“It’s kinda hard to when she keeps doing this, Obes. Look, I know she likes doing well in class, but sheesh, she needs to chill out a bit. It’s just a galactic history test for force’s sake! And it’s not like she failed, she got an average score. She did this again for her mechanics quiz, because she was two marks away from an A plus! I’m just glad I passed! ” Quinlan said between bites of his stew. 

Bant let out an exasperated sigh at her friend’s remarks, “Quinlan, some of us actually try here.”

“What she said.” Obi-Wan added. 

Quinlan rolled his eyes. He was truly at his wits’ end. How were his overachieving friends so smart yet so stupid. Good on Siri for caring about her grades, but she just didn’t know when to quit, and he was really starting to worry about her. Her freak-outs over underperforming in assessments were beginning to creep into the territory of obsession.  Each time Siri deemed her scores unsatisfactory, she would skip meals and study in the archives instead, determined to do better on the next round of tests. And though these sprees were few and far between, once Siri got into one she would spiral by staying up far too late and working much too hard with not a single regard for her health. No amount of asking or pleading would remove her from her archive desk, not even for a brief and much-needed break. 

It was obvious to anyone with half a brain that this behavior was unhealthy, nor necessary.  What Siri did bordered more on retribution than improvement, and she deserved no punishment. Quinlan Vos might have been perceived as a cavalier Padawan by many, but he cared deeply for his friends, and he could not stand to witness Siri engage in such self-injurious behavior any longer. Not to mention, he missed seeing Tachi outside of classes.  The refectory table just didn’t feel the same without her presence. How could a meal even be considered complete without the incessant bickering between her and Kenobi? This could not continue, not if he could do something about it. 

And there was something Quinlan could do about it. 

Quinlan stood up from where he sat, rapping a silver spoon on the rim of his bowl. He loudly announced, “We have no choice. This calls for an inter-”

Garen pulled the young Kiffar back down to his seat, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of the dining hall. 

“Quin, inside voice. Please.” Bant hushed.

“ -vention. ” He softly finished his sentence. 

“I don’t think that would be a wise course of action. We all know how Siri is. This is just how she works out her frustrations over not meeting her own expectations. Give her space. Let her breathe. Trust me.”  Obi-Wan disagreed. 

Quinlan raised a disapproving eyebrow, “Look, I don’t care that there’s a thing going on between the two of you, that’s a kriffing stupid idea, Kenobi. Siri can’t go on like this. We need to help her.” 

A red blush bloomed on Obi-Wan’s face. 

The rest of the Padawans sat in silence, mulling over Quinlan’s words. 

Sat beside Vos, Garen was the first to speak, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but for once, Quinlan may actually have a solid idea.” 

“Thank you, Garen. Don’t really appreciate the attitude, but thank you.” 

“How do you suppose we go about it?” Bant took over, hoping to steer the conversation away from a wordy squabble between the boys. 

They all knew simply talking to Siri wasn’t going to cut it. She wasn’t one to be easily persuaded, especially not when she had her mind set on a goal. A blessing and a curse, Siri’s focus was unwaverable. 

“I suppose we’ll have to take a more forceful approach if we plan on succeeding.” Obi-Wan stroked his chin, giving the situation some thought. 

Forceful indeed, for nothing in the galaxy could possibly remove Siri from her desk and textbooks except out of her own volition (sudden carnage and chaos being exceptions, of course). Siri Tachi rarely disobeyed her elders, yet even Master Gallia’s attempts at encouraging her to take a break had been futile. 

Puzzle Solving 101 was a course that Padawans could take as an elective. Mistaking it for a jigsaw puzzle class, Quinlan signed up looking forward to an easy grade and a giddy time, only to be  met unexpectedly with confusing logic puzzles. Constantly vexed by unyielding brainteasers, the class wasn’t his most fondly remembered one. Now months after his last lesson, Quinlan discovered a new-found appreciation for what he had endured.  ‘Identify, analyze, execute’ was the exemplary roadmap to tackling tricky stumpers, and what bigger conundrum could one face than telling Siri Tachi to calm down and relax ?

Putting his puzzle-solving skills to good use, bits and strands of a faintest solution began to piece themselves together in Quinlan’s head. 

Element of surprise?

Distraction… 

Honey trapping? No, that won’t work. Obi-Wan can’t be that good.  

Think, Quinlan, think! Identify, analyze, execute; Identify, analyze, execute…

...Eureka!

A solution struck Quinlan so abruptly he dropped his right-hand-held spoon onto his lunch tray. Never had he felt so grateful for getting mixed up in a course he had originally no intention of attending. 

The clatter of cutlery brought everyone’s attention towards Quinlan. 

With a proud smile and a sly glint in his eyes, he revealed his master plan to the group of friends.

Emanating only quiet murmurs and short gasps, those sitting nearby concluded that the four Padawans huddled closely around their refectory table were merely indulging in the latest Temple gossip. For the four Jedi in the know, something bigger was in the works: Operation Take It Easy was a go. 

“ The Ruusan Reformation was enacted in 1000 BBY by then-Chancellor Tarsus Valorum, a consequence of the New Sith Wars. The Reformation took power away from the Supreme Chancellor, reinvesting it in the Galactic Senate. The restructuring of the Jedi Order also took place alongside the reformation, in areas such as… ” 

Alone in one of the Jedi Archives’ many project rooms, Siri read through the chapter for what had to be the fifth time in the last week. Having underperformed on her last galactic history test, she interpreted it as a failing on her part to understand the material, and was hence determined to correct this evident oversight expediently. 

There was nothing Siri could not tolerate more than her weaknesses. She was promoted to Padawan learner years earlier than the average Initiate. She was chosen by Master Adi Gallia, Jedi Master and High Councilor. Siri had no room for failure, for what an embarrassment it would be for her to be in such a position. 

The other Padawans wonder why you’re among their ranks. 

You need to make Master Gallia proud.

Siri fidgeted with the stylus in her hand, the memory of her first lightsaber class as a new Padawan replaying in her mind. Two years younger than most of her classmates and heads shorter than all, she recalled the doubtful looks and unsubtle whispers sent her way in vivid clarity.

“Why is she here? She should still be an Initiate!” 

“Maybe she’s related to a Master.”

“There’s no way she can keep up with us.”

“She’s Master Gallia’s Padawan?” 

In crystal clear memory, she remembered. 

She remembered being disarmed by her opponent in her first training spar, her small form overpowered by brute force. The stares directed towards her as she dragged her strained body to the locker room, stares laced with bitter skepticism and ruthless verdicts, stinging like Taanab firebeetles.

She remembered waking up earlier to practice extra sets of katas every morning before classes. 

She remembered, after months of additional efforts and lessons from too many lost battles, the sweet victory she finally claimed.

She relished in her winning move, a classic Ataru feign-and-strike maneuver, only for her joyous occasion to be interrupted by the careless mutterings of someone in the stands: “ Tachi just got lucky. ”

Unlike her counterparts, she was not awarded forgiveness, nor acclaim. Just like that, Siri Tachi had everything to prove. From that moment on, she knew she could not afford to lose or to falter. She had not been granted a margin for error. It wasn’t lost on Siri that she had to earn her respect among her peers, while it was so freely given to some others she knew. 

Siri could not just get an average score on her galactic history test. She had to do better. She had to, lest the insinuations and the side-glances start up again. She had worked way too hard to obtain her current standing, and she was not going to let it go without a fight.

And so she returned her concentration to her datapad. She wrote a few annotations with her stylus, then swiped to the next unit. 

Siri was in the middle of reviewing the lead-up to the Corellian Independence Movement when the lights of her room began flickering. 

‘The fluorescents must be getting old.’ she thought to herself.

Flickering light sources may be a mild nuisance, but it was no great barrier for Siri’s resolve, and so she continued on, while also making a mental reminder to notify Master Nu of the slightly faulty lights when she left the Archives. 

Siri must have been too optimistic, for ‘ slightly-faulty ’ would not have been an apt description for the lights, ‘ majorly-broken ’ would have been better, as out of nowhere, the project room went dark, the only illumination provided by Siri’s alit datapad screen.

Siri sighed out of frustration. Putting down her datapad, she rose from her desk chair and trudged towards the light switch near the door.  Curiously, the light switch was in the ‘off’ position.  

It was strange indeed, for the lights had been on just a few moments ago. To Siri’s knowledge, of which she was quite certain, she was the sole being present in the project room and she had been nowhere remotely near to the switch panel. 

Regardless of this odd occurrence, Siri was in no mood to think up an explanation, so Siri resorted to simply flipping the light switch back to its rightful place to consider this unusual matter settled. 

The fluorescents came back to life.  

But only for a few brief seconds. 

Siri heard the distinct click of light switches being operated, and turned her head to the panel immediately. 

“What the kriff!” 

The light switch was in the ‘off’ position. 

This was an impossible scenario. She had not touched the switch at all, nor had she used the Force to…

Those stupid Junior Padawans!

Siri stomped to the door, angrily grabbing its handle. She pushed the door open roughly, ready to give those immature younglings a piece of her mind and a lecture on frivolous use of the force.

“Listen here you little-” Siri spoke too soon, realizing a second too late she was yelling down an empty corridor. 

Utterly perplexed, Siri stepped back into the project room, quickly pressing her back to the door and shutting it, sheepish from her less-than-elegant outburst. 

From the corner where she stood, she gave the project room an examining scan, trying to find out whether she was truly alone. 

To her discomfort, she was.

Siri was known for her steel courage, but she was most definitely spooked out by her current predicament. Her struggle to come up with a logical explanation for any single part of this uncanny chain of events certainly did not help. 

The more you think about it the less sense it'll make. Might as well give it a try.

"Is...Is anyone here?" 

With no word or warning, a rumbling noise tore through the tiny space, sending a jolt down Siri’s spine. But that was the least of Siri’s worries, considering that a muffled chant followed it.

“ Through art the Force with us doth bless,

We seeth a damsel in distress.

Thy restless eyes and aching bones,

The lady shouldst leave well enough alone. ”

It was a mismatch of haunting, child-like voices, a series of giggles between each repetition of the chant cutting straight to Siri’s bones.

With absolutely no idea what was going on and terrified to no end, letting out frightful pants, Siri turned around and reached for the door handle immediately. She pushed down on the grip, ready to rush out of the project room and run straight down the hallway the moment the door opened. To Siri’s horror, her escape was not possible. The door would not budge.

The voices grew louder.  Siri jiggled the handle more aggressively. 

Thump. 

In the middle of Siri’s desperate attempt to call on the Force for assistance, a sudden, muted thud came from behind her.  Acute and alert, she whirled her head back instantly. 

A ghostly creature dominated her vision. It seemed to hover above the ground and was about as large as Siri. Its long, spindly arms extended towards her while dripping neon-green goop onto the floor. 

Siri was about to let out a deafening shriek when in the corner of her eye she spotted a missing square-shaped tile from the project room ceiling. She shifted her gaze downwards, and noticed the monster was no ordinary one. In all the fantasies and fairytales she had read in her lifetime, not a single story featured a monster who wore Temple-Issued leather boots. Meanwhile, the thing in front of her most certainly did, as she observed two brown tips poke out from underneath the creature, or should she say, lame, preposterous, OUTRAGEOUS blanket ghost . 

This shutta better have their will written and notarized.

In a fit of rage, Siri crossed the distance between herself and the soul-with-a-death-wish who had dared to pull such a stunt on her while she was studying. She had to give some credit to the scamp, whoever was behind this deed was brave enough not to fear the wrath of Siri Tachi, be it her punishing tongue or unforgiving whip. She snatched a corner of the sheet, violently yanking it off ofits frame.

Two long, oscillating fuzzy sticks, hitherto the arms of the supernatural being, floated in front of the uncovered culprit, goo still trickling from it. Caught red handed, a pair of exposed eyes blinked at Siri. 

A flurry of emotions crossed her face. Her facial expressions slowly contorted from boiling anger, to choking disbelief, to grave acceptance that standing before her was Quinlan Vos because of course it was who else could it possibly be. It was time Siri came to terms with the fact that she should know better than to expect anything else from the likes of him. She lay a frustrated arm across her forehead, slowly blinking a few times as if to confirm this wasn’t some stress-induced fever dream and she actually was seeing what stood before her, or to be more precise, who .

Siri could do no more than to sigh. Wherever Quinlan Vos went gallivanting for trouble, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Garen Muln were never far behind. 

“The two of you can come down from there now.” Siri pronounced, eyeing the hole up in the ceiling.  

As Siri expected, one by one, two bodies lowered themselves through the opening. 

Garen landed first, “Surprise!”

“Siri.” Obi-Wan gave a curt nod in her direction once his feet touched the floor. 

Siri was about to tear the guys a new one when the door behind her creaked open. All eyes focused on the unmistakable form of Bant Eerin peeking her head into the room and reaching for the light switch. 

As Siri’s jaw dropped, appalled that her one and only sensible friend had also been involved in this ludicrousness, the lights in the project room flared to life.

“Hi, Siri.” Bant shyly waved.

“Bant, what are you doing here? Are you feeling well? Did these three put you up to this?” Siri placed a concerned arm on the Mon Calamari’s shoulder, worried this sudden deviation of character had a deeper, more serious cause. 

Garen piped up, “Nah, she’s with us!”  

Siri looked to Bant for confirmation, to which the girl apologetically nodded, affirming Garen’s statement. Siri’s heart shattered into pieces at the news of this betrayal.

“You have thirty seconds to explain yourselves.” She demanded.

“You two hug and kiss sometimes. You do it.” Garen murmured behind a cough, shoving Obi-Wan to the front of the pack, despite Obi-Wan’s objections. 

Obi-Wan gave up on relying on the gang for assistance, he was going to have to weather through this ordeal alone. He raised his arms in a defensive manner, “Darling, look-” 

“Don’t ‘darling’ me, Kenobi.” 

Obi-Wan gulped, deciding to abandon his sweet-talk tactic for sake of future life. He thought over what he could say in his head. He knew of Siri’s battles with her insecurities, her constant need to prove herself. He knew conversantly, for he too faced the same taunting demons from time to time.  Siri was strong, maybe too strong for her own good. Too assertive to let slip her weaknesses and never pliant enough to let go, Siri answered her every inadequacy head-on, mercilessly picking her shortcomings apart, not a single inch of space left for forgiveness. It was an admirable trait when applied correctly, but Siri’s version of it was brutal, relentless and unhealthy. Failing was not a crime, it needed no follow-up punishment; A slip-up did not define an individual, it need not trigger self-doubt nor result in lost confidence. It killed Obi-Wan to see the girl he cared for so deeply not show herself the kindness and grace she deserved. 

He knew more than anyone else how stubborn Siri was, how she could never simply receive help from others. He’d have to handle this delicately and pick his words carefully.

“Look, Siri,” He tried again, choosing the right words, “You need to take a break. It’s the third time you’ve skipped lunch this week.” 

Siri rolled her eyes, “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine.”

“We know you can deal with this Siri, we do, We’re not worried about that, in fact, we’re not worried at all. It’s just, well, you can take it easy, Siri, and you don’t have to do this alone.” Obi-Wan said softly, gesturing to the Padawans behind him, “You’ve got us.”

Bant stepped forward, pulling out a packaged muja waffle and extending it to Siri, “I know we’re not supposed to eat in the Archives, but you can be the exception just this once.” 

Muja waffles, my favorite.

Siri suddenly found it difficult to ignore the growing growl of her stomach. 

Garen pushed Siri’s datapad and notes to the other side of the desk. He patted the cleared up space, inviting Siri to sit down and eat her snack, “Come on, Tachi. Break time.”

Hesitantly, Siri accepted the offered waffle. Too proud to acquiesce to Garen’s request, she tore its packaging open on the spot. The sugary sweet scent of muja sauce wafted towards her olfactory in an instant, and any reservations Siri had had over indulging in the treat in the middle of studying were thrown to the wind. 

“This is really good.” She said between bites. In a matter of seconds, mere waffle crumbs were left in the plastic wrapper. 

The Padawans whistled and whooped at Siri relenting. At the sight of her friends’ smiles and cheers, Siri moved to sit on her chair, side-stepping the white sheet on the floor, and took a drink of water from her water bottle.

Setting down her bottle, she turned to look at the ever-frustrating group of Padawans she knew she could never live without, “There, happy now?” 

“Very.” Bant replied. 

“See, a break’s not gonna kill ya, Tachi.” Quinlan rested a hand on the table, leaning against it. 

Though it pained her to do so, Siri had to admit Vos was right for once. This was nice. Maybe she did need to calm down a bit, take it easy, as Obi-Wan said. While she could handle  non-stop working, she would be lying to herself if she denied feeling fatigued. She chose to do this, but it was tiring nonetheless. 

Siri rubbed her strained eyes, "Point taken." 

She may have understood the reason her friends had come to check on her, but a giant question mark still lingered in her head as to why they opted for such an inventive entrance. 

Siri crossed her legs and looked up at the idiots she called her friends, "So what was the ghost for?" 

"It's a bog monster, not a ghost! Did you not notice the flailing arms?" Quinlan protested. 

A collective groan resounded through the project room. 

Bant massaged her temples, "Quinlan, I hate to say this, but for the hundredth time, insisting that you're costumed as a bog monster doesn't make your get-up more convincing ." 

"Ghost scares are tired and done like old, washed up holostars. Why the kriff would I choose to dress up as lame-ass ghost to scare the shit out of Tachi when a bog monster is a million times scarier?" Quinlan defended himself. 

"Basically," Garen was about to respond but Obi-Wan butted in, his conscience unable to let this buffoonery continue for any longer, "The plan was to scare the living lights out of you to force you to take a break, and well, here we are now. Now that I'm saying it all out loud it sounds really kriffing dumb so I'll just tack on the disclaimer that I was not the mastermind behind this scheme. That honor goes to Quinlan."

Siri blinked a few times, double checking mentally that she had heard correctly. 

She had.

The plan might have been stupidly convoluted, but props to her misguided friends, they did succeed in their primary task: getting her to take a break. 

"I can't say I'm surprised to hear this. What I find hard to believe is that you two went along with something as silly as this plan." She pointed an accusing finger at Obi-Wan and Bant. They were supposed to be the smart ones after all. 

Obi-Wan and Bant simply shrugged.

Quinlan stepped towards Siri and placed a caring hand on her shoulder, “The important thing is we got you to have a rest. Tachi, you’re the most prepared person I know. You’ve got this. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

Siri was warmed by her friends’ sincerity and the absolute care they had for her. No words could describe how baffled she felt when they told her how much faith they had in her. It was so different from how she perceived herself.  

Siri glanced back at her datapad now lying a few feet away on the table. A voice in her head reprimanded her for dawdling, commanding her to pull the datapad back to herself and dive back in immediately.

This fiasco has already set you back half an hour. Get your lazy ass back to work. 

Siri shook herself out of these thoughts. Her friends had just wasted hours plotting an elaborate plan and gathering materials to make a faux monster to get her to take a break, and they were right! She did need to slow down and rethink her unhealthy and destructive behavior! She couldn’t go on like this. This was a wake-up call. And who cared what other Padawans thought about her when those closest to her obviously carried no such ill thoughts. She didn’t need to prove nothing to no one but herself. 

It’d been a long time since Siri had been out and about, and running around Coruscant with her four favorite people in the galaxy honestly didn’t sound like a bad idea right now. Siri asked pointedly, “So...what happens next in this grand scheme of yours?” 

Obi-Wan, Garen, Bant and Quinlan all exchanged satisfied smiles, happy that Siri was finally letting herself rest.

“What do you suggest?” Obi-Wan smirked, knowing all too well that Siri had something in mind.

The Padawans rushed out of the room as Siri rose from her chair and put away her datapad, quickly chasing after them. 

The Corellian Independence Movement could wait, it was time for a break.

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[littjara-compleated-sage]

amareth the lustrous is my baby now

hoo. oh god. oh damn. that is one beautiful creature. that aesthetic? immaculate. and the flavor text,,, awwwww!!! i love everything about them.

so within literally 2 minutes of finding out about their existence i have already come up with a headcanon for them:

amareth is a dragon sage who loves collecting things, and though their hoard has all kinds of glittery trinkets (which they adore), their real favorite thing is knowledge. they love sharing stories with those who come by, as well as listening to others’ tales–especially those who have journeyed far and seen much. they’ve even befriended adventurers who gift them beautiful things from their quests. amareth’s magic manifests in rippling auroras that shimmer like their favorite gemstones. they've heard legends of other worlds that they long to visit, so they can see their beauty and learn their lore.

also amareth is nonbinary and they collect genders

#watch this be way off the mark #i don't care at this point #i love amareth too much #god that art #fuckin beautiful #i need an hd version #i already know i'm buying a single of full art amareth #this is the push i needed to try bant #mtg #magic the gathering #commander legends #amareth the lustrous

[dazey-aceie]

Hey! Can I request dabi, Hawks and shigaraki with a reader who has ADHD? (Separately) If not that's okay I understand not everyone is comfortable with writing about certain things! Have a good day! ❤❤❤

“LOV” with a s/o with ADHD

✎ Characters: Dabi, Shigaraki, Keigo Hawks

☁︎Fluff (slight angst)

⚠︎ Warnings: Mentions of mental illness, cussing

ꕤ Notes: I tried my best to show different form of ADHD, because everyone experiences it differently. Not all forms are the stereotypical way shown in most media. I did try my best with this, doing my best to research the topic! I really do I hope i was able to actually identify and show as simplified form of ADHD, constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Dabi

You were sitting in the LOV lair, discussing your next game-plan for dealing with the heros. You were seated by a stereotypical round table, and old rusted metal chairs. The smell of tobacco and heavy alcohol whafted around, dancing and singing carefree.

The etasing tone of the ventilators and heater hummed as ideas were exchanged. It seemed like story sharing time in elementary school. Jokes and not-so-nice puns directed at the heroes were thrown out left and right. A smokey feel was draped over the room, and the creaking of the chairs seemed to softly echo, bouncing off your friends’ voices.

You were seated, silently enjoying the childish banted being passed back and forth, but your mind hadn’t seemed to set yet. It was racing with so many ideas and plans, but you couldn’t seem to get anything out. It was so much at once that you were just in a frozen state of mind. You quietly let out a huff, as you gently removed your boyfriend's hand from your thigh, and stood up. You pushed in your chair, almost tripping over your own feet as you quietly made your way to the back wall.

The conversation had started to die down, curious as to what was happening. Or rather, what you were doing. Dabi had experienced this many times, knowing that you were overstimulated, and this was your subconscious way of coping. You had lost most communication skills, and were in your own bubble. You rubbed the coarse tiles of the bricks, softly letting your senses explore as you slowly slid your back down against the wall until you were seated in the corner, your knees pointed upwards to the dim ceiling light.

The fan was buzzing, as it quickly rotated. You closed your eyes, slowly drifting to your own little mindset, falling in further and further. Soon the real world had seemed like only a distant memory, almost like a dream. It felt so far away, almost unreal. You began recalling memories of the LOV, UA… All Might, Endeavor… Your boyfriend. Dabi. Each merry seemed to fall deeper than you had, except for one that lingered. Dabi. He slowly got up from the table, walking over to you, careful not to spook you, as he also sat down beside you.

“Hmmm, hey y/n..” He spoke, quietly, a rare gentle tone overtaking his voice.

“...hm…”You slowly opened your eyes, but you weren’t exactly back yet.

“How about we go get some icecream?”

No response, as you just quietly looked at him, slowly blinking your eyes. Dabi still wasn’t exactly 100% sure as to touch you or not yet, as he didn’t want to worsen the over stimulation, so he just settled for sitting there next to you quietly, as he signaled for everyone else to resume their previous conversations.

Dabi wasn’t a gentle person by nature, well of recently, but he would show that side to you, especially when you needed it. He would be there just sitting if that’s all you needed. As you slowly floated back down to Earth, as he waited for your landing.

Shigaraki

The day had been busy. Dealing with heros and all the problems that unfold with all that. Another days plans foiled, yet again, so you knew Shiggy would be riled up. How could he not be? And the only way he could destress who be to play a RPG in which the villains win, fantasizing about his glorious victory.

Rages of profanities could be heard coming from his room. The LOV was concerned, really. You were seated in his room on his bed, just fidgeting with the joysticks of your switch. You were playing a game of your choice for the past 15 minutes but you were losing interest.

“Ah, shit! Fucking pieces of- I’m gonna blow your dick off!”

oh

The room had an airy feel, even with shigaraki and his little doom and gloom corner. It smelt of mango from a candle that was lit to cover the smell of cigarettes. It eh after through, fighting to become more present, as the flame danced slightly, teasing as to burn the whole place down. You got up, as your feet gave up listening to common sense, and you made your way over to your raging boyfriend.

You walked over, as he was clearly angry, and laid your head atop his, pulling at his hair lightly, he barely felt it so he didn’t notice at first.

You began to pull harder then your hand abrupted stopped, you did a twirl and walked over to display cases on the side of the room. They were filled with figures and collectibles, and you stopped to look at each and every single one of the hundreds. Slowly walking around, examining every single detail. You counted the light patterns on a character's cloak, or the number of spikes each hedgehog had. You counted the amount of each color that was in the case, and you counted up the amount of how much each character you liked on a scale of 1-10. Your brain to find some way to occupy itself. So your subconscious took notes of everything you saw, keeping it stored for who knows how long.

You turned on your heels and headed back to your boyfriend who seemed to have calmed down a bit. You placed a plush from his bed on his head, and then you kissed both the plush and his head, Shiggy realized that you were having a moment in your mind, so he let you continue in however way your brain needed an outlet.

He sat through you lightly tugging his hair, and you braiding small sections. And chuckled as he heard you humming songs from shows you watched in your childhood, after 15ish minutes he turned in his swivel chair to face you, and without any words shared you sat on his lap, creating a perpendicular section. One of his arms was behind your back, the other was seated in your lap as you began to fight with that. He sighed, putting his head in the crook of your neck, muttering a small “i love you” before resting in the now peaceful silence. Quiet contrary to before.

Hawks

“You got that y/n?”

“Hm..?”

“You didn’t listen did you?” Hawk sighed, a chuckle escaping him.

“No… I’m sorry! Tell me one more time, please.”

“It’s fine, love. What I said was that I’m going to go shopping for groceries, Ill be back in a bit, okay?”

It was small little things like that that became reoccuring things. Simple little slip ups, or mistakes that happened quite frequently. And you hated it.

You couldn’t listen when you were given important information to deliver to the rest of the pro heros, you couldn’t pay attention in meetings, you were considered the “hit first think later” kind of hero.

Sometimes you’d wonder if you were even cut out to be a hero, yeah you made it this far, but how long could you keep it up for? And with Keigos background life and friends, things didn’t seem as simple as you were told they would be. You weren’t organized with your notes, you let little mistakes and errors slip, ones that could’ve been easily stopped.

But no matter what, Hawks never lost patience with you. When you would get frustrated and let your anger get the best of you, he would be there to calm you down, and help you out to make things simpler for you. If your mind ever got too overwhelmed, he’d be there to let all of the world and it’s struggles slowly slip away.

When you’d zone out to a world of your own, Keigo would be there, holding out a loving hand. Your temper would get out of hand quite frequently, but he never got upset or raised his voice. You’d be frustrated over mission reports and couldn’t seem to recall everything that happened, but Keigo was there to calm your nerves.

No, he wouldn’t do your work for you, you both were heros, you could handle yourselves, but knew exactly what to do and say so you could refresh your mind and get back to work.

“Ugh!” You groaned, having reread the same paragraph over 9 times, clearly getting frustrated.

Hawks slowly got up and shut the windows, blocking out any external sounds, and he grabbed you your glass of water handing it to you, a smile adorning his features.

“…Thank you, Babe.” You said, a bit dazed, but thankful nonetheless.

He sat down next to you, grabbing his laptop as he hagan working on his own agency's work. You felt yourself slipping away, slowly, you began to lose touch as your head plopped itself on Keigos shoulder. You still had your pencil in hand as you left your work messing with that instead, slowly turning it over and over on all of its polygonal sides. Your leg that was once bouncing rapidly began to slow down, as you feel into a state of relaxation, and that to a state of sleep. The clicking of the keys wasn’t too much, and your environment around you was calming enough to let your mind rest. And there by your side was your loving boyfriend, ready at all times to help you out. Words couldn’t express just how much you meant to him, only actions could.

This was actually the first time I’ve ever written for all 3 of these characters, so I do hope that I did them justice lol

request are currently open

#headcanon #mha #my hero academia headcanons #my hero academia #my hero academia oneshots #hawks #keigo hawks #hawks x reader #shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #dabi #dabi x reader #dabi headcanons #hawks headcanons #shigaraki headcanons #mha x reader

[other-peoples-coats]

GOD imagine if. if. some temple jedi gets sent behind the mando iron curtain. obiwan and the trauma conga line, ofc, need to get to them- but the jedi heard from the mandalorians theyve encountered that not only are obiwan and company the Jedi Killer Extremist Mandalorians™️, they forge the souls of the jedi theyve killed into their armor, carry the lightsabers, and wear padawan braids as a trophy. bonus points if its quinlan or bant pr one of obiwans other friends who know obiwan and quigon went in here and didnt come back

oh for sure. for sure. Like, on the one hand, the obvious option is quinlan, right, because, uh, local spy sent in to Contested Space to find out what in the actual fuck is up, has a mild inclination to find out -- like, obi-wan is dead. he has to be, but you hope -- on the otherhand, I do love bant. And a bant who is-- a senior padawan, maybe (older than obi ever got, she'll finish this rotation with the healer corps and take her knight trials), and who is out on the rim, doing healer work, and yeah, it's, like, near mando space, but it's not in mando space, and they're careful, like everyone who lives in the shadow of the blockade is careful, but it's fine. and then there's a push, the lines shift, she wakes up to screaming and sirens and the news that you are now part of contested space and there is no getting out, and she wonders if this is what it was like for obi-wan. (she knows it wasn't; she doesn't know if she hopes he died before or after the blockade went up for good) She runs and she hides and she does her best to blend in as one more unlucky medic who got stuck when the border changed, not a jedi, not anything notable, and she heads for the border -- a border, any border, she has to get out -- and then she starts hearing about That Clan -- red sigil like blood, jedi scalps hung like banners, sabers stained with their blood, everything they ever whispered about in the creche telling scary stories. And then she realises they're hunting her. that she must have given herself away, somehow. and then, in the distance, she feels a force signature she hasn't felt in years -- distant, muffled, and she has a moment -- a moment -- of hope, that obi-wan survived, that he's been doing the same thing as her, hiding, trying to get out. That he's found her. That maybe even master qui-gon -- friend of her first master -- is somewhere, and she might have someone who knows what to do. and then she gets closer and realises it's not a force siganture, really. that it's just an impression -- strong enough to broadcast like obi was still alive-- of terror, and grief, and the lonely chime of his kyber crystal. Maybe she gets close enough to see the braid, tied around that familiar hilt. beads and copper hair, stained with old blood.

And the mandalorian wearing her dead friend's saber on his hip, right next to his master's.

#coats chats #mando obi #cue benny hill theme I guess as bant bails and obi and the trauma conga try to catch her #without letting nayone ELSE know they're hunting a jedi #or that they are jedi

[stonefreeak]

I got the ‘rona. I’m doing better, it was never a danger to me, but boy I would rate it a 0/10 and I do not recommend. Completely irrelevant to this update tho, hope y’all enjoy it!

"You do know that sometimes it's incredibly difficult to be your friend, right?" Bant says, voice indulgent as she strokes Obi-Wan's hair.

"Mmmph," Obi-Wan replies without moving from where he's lying face down on the sofa, his friends sitting around him.

"The number of almost heart-attacks you've given me over the years..." Bant laughs, then she turns her gaze to Reeft and Garen. "The two of you are only marginally better, and probably only because you weren't raised by Master Jinn nor elected Supreme Chancellor."

Garen laughs.

"Hey, we can't all be part of the truly chaotic lineage that is Master Yoda's."

"When we were still Padawans, I really envied you, Obi-Wan," Reeft says with a grin. "At this point, I'm counting my blessings."

Obi-Wan makes a rude gesture with his hand, still without moving otherwise, which sets his friends off into bouts of laughter again.

These are dark times, they are all busy and stressed, but they take the time together they can, and revel in all the joy there is to be had. Anything else would surely drive them mad.

"So, Reeft, I heard through the grapevine that you have some news for us." Bant gives her old friend an amused glance.

"Oh yeah?" Garen perks up even more, now looking incredibly curious.

Even Obi-Wan pushes himself up somewhat to look at his friend.

"I... I got a padawan," Reeft says and scratches the back of his head. "She's so small and young and I have no idea how I'm going to teach her anything, but... She's great. I just wish..."

They all wish the same thing, Bant knows. They wish there wasn't a war. They wish there was no risk a young Padawan would soon see active battle because their Master is needed out in the field. They wish there was more time for Masters to teach their Padawans in the Temple, with theory and careful lightsaber instructions until they know the other's fighting style well enough to make a truly cohesive team should they need to fight on a mission.

Bant's heart aches as she thinks of all the Padawans whose lives are nothing at all like how her own was when she was a Padawan. They all had time to be children still, even after they became Padawans. Because of the war, because the Jedi were drafted into service...

She tries not to think about it. It hurts too much to think about everything they've lost, of how much of their way of life has been forcibly changed. How much they're all struggling and trying to keep the Galaxy together—even as its other inhabitants do little to nothing to help.

She thinks of their poor poor troopers, and it makes her want to cry.

"Congratulations Reeft!" Obi-Wan says, glowing. As tired as he very obviously is, he is still almost radiant with joy for Reeft.

"Congratulations!" Bant and Garen chime in within a choir.

Reeft is flushing and scratching the back of his head.

"She's going to keep me on my toes, and I'm really looking forward to every moment of it." Reeft grins.

"Glad to hear it, old friend. There really is nothing quite like having a padawan," Obi-Wan says with a smile. "How about you two then? Any plans for a padawan?"

Bant laughs.

"I was hoping to wait until after the war. Unless, of course, I happen to stumble across the perfect candidate or the Council assigns one to me who they think will be a good fit."

Garen nods.

"Same here." He shrugs. "Especially considering the investigation I'm currently heading up with En Castu. It's not the kind of thing you bring a new padawan along on, so it'll have to wait."

The reminder of the investigations makes Bant's stomach turn, and she glances at Obi-Wan. How close they had come to losing him.

"How is the investigation, Garen?" Reeft asks, leaning forward. "I mean, only tell us what you can. And if that's nothing, that's fine too, obviously."

Garen shrugs.

"It's progressing, but slow going. Quinlan Vos ended up finding some clues so now En Castu and I are working with him and Knight Shiana as well to try and solve this whole thing. Vos skips in and out though, doing some undercover work or something, probably. It's... Complicated. Sorry, Obi-Wan. I wish I had better news for you."

Knowing that whoever wants their friend dead is still at large and can hire another assassin at any time worries Bant. There's already been two assassination attempts and then there was the attack on the Senate that nearly killed him...

"Sometimes, Obi-Wan, I really wish you were less competent." She gives him a sad smile.

Obi-Wan huffs in response, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

"Sometimes, Bant, so do I. It would certainly give me more downtime to relax on, if nothing else."

She laughs then, her friends soon joining her.

For now, at least, they still have each other. They're all still here and can support each other, come what may.

There's still hope for the future.

—

(Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan Kenobi masterpost)

#Supreme Chancellor Obi Wan Kenobi #update #my writing #obi wan kenobi #reeft #garen muln #bant eerin #star wars

[phoenixyfriend]

Uncle Ben and Little Luke

AKA we combine several types of time travel for maximum Soft Chaos, let’s go

EDIT NOW THAT I’VE WRITTEN THIS UP: jfc this ended up much angstier than initially intended uhhhhhhhhhh sorry

So a common enough thing I’ve seen in time travel fics is characters getting de-aged when tossed back physically, to neither the age they should be in that time, nor the age they were from the time they left, but whatever is most convenient. This is usually de-aging OT Obi-Wan into his TCW self, for reasons relating to, chiefly, removing the damage of Tatooine absolutely destroying his body alongside PTSD-driven alcoholism, but also because fic writers are horny, and Ewan McGregor playing a late-thirties negotiator is on average more appealing to people than Alec Guinness playing a vaguely feral desert hermit.

So, here’s how it plays out:

We take Luke and Ben from some point in the OT. There are a variety of options depending on how angsty we want it to be. My first instinct is ‘right after Owen and Beru die’ but I want to have that sweet angst where Luke knows that his dad is Vader and that Obi-Wan was trying to convince him to kill his own father without telling him that.

We’ll go with shortly after Bespin, and then they end up significantly before TPM. The Obi-Wan of the timeline proper is, eh, let’s say eighteen. Not really ready to be a knight, but old enough that we don’t have to worry about “if we go save Shmi, do we somehow wipe out Anakin?” which is absolutely a worry. Anakin is a toddler, and is in no place to be evil, on account of being literally two years old. He can’t even explode people with his brain yet.

Now, Ben finds himself mid-thirties, as is traditional. He’s not upset at this, because his joints hurt so much less than they used to! His knees aren’t exactly teenage-perfect, but by the Force are they better than they were in the years before he died! His hair has color! He doesn’t have arthritis! And, goodness, no physical withdrawal symptoms! The psychological aspect is still there, but nonetheless, he’s in much better shape than he last remembers being.

Luke looks like he’s about six. He was recently twenty-two. This is not an upgrade. Ben keeps having to carry him. He can’t see over the counter when they enter a bar for information. He can’t enter the bar in the first place. He’s very annoyed by all of this.

Ben is not annoyed. Ben is having a lot of emotions, actually, but annoyance isn’t one of them. He didn’t get to help raise Luke the way he might have if Anakin hadn’t lost his shit, okay, he sees a small Luke and he wants to hug him and cry.

Luke would like to be able to purchase a speeder part without the lady at the stall asking him if he needs his “dad’s” permission.

Once they figure out when and where they are, they need to decide where and how to leave. There are general shenanigans to gamble their way into enough money to hire a ship. They are in the ass end of nowhere, but definitely not Tatooine. There appears to be a jungle. There appears to be a significant variety of man-eating creatures. There appears to be a temple to the Force of questionable origin. None of this is actually helpful, except for the moment they find a “baby’s first lightsaber” in the temple.

Luke only has one hand and, being a six-year-old, his body is growing too fast for him to bother with getting a wired-in prosthesis the way he could as an adult. He can get a more basic prosthesis, but nothing that attaches to the neurons. He’ll outgrow it too fast.

He’s tiny and he’s not used to doing things with just one hand. He uses the Force to do what one hand can't, and every time someone tries to tell him he's misusing the Force he whaps them with the empty sleeve.

So, you know, they find out what year it is. Ben has a breakdown. Luke is upset that he left behind his friends. Ben admits to him that Leia was his twin. Luke stares in horror because dude, she kissed him, you couldn’t have mentioned this earlier???

Ben points out that Beru and Owen were keeping Luke away from him for nineteen years, and then they had about three days of awkward travel to find Leia in the first place, and then Ben died. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to figure out how to tell him.

(This sparks an argument that lasts several days. All onlookers assume that Ben’s son is throwing a tantrum. He doesn’t correct them, even though this is a very valid reason to be upset, because the truth is much harder to explain.)

Sooooo they travel. Mostly, Ben plays Sabacc, cleans house, and pays their way towards Coruscant. Luke still really wants to learn to be a Proper Jedi, even though Ben is pretty sure that Luke would have... a lot of difference of opinion with the Temple, but sure. Coruscant. They can at least stop by, and see Qui-Gon, and Mace, and Quinlan, and Bant, and everyone else that’s still alive and not tragically deceased in the horror following the start of the Clone Wars and then the birth of the Empire, and Ben can have a nice sob over all his dead friends being alive again.

Ben is only barely holding it together while Luke is in the room with him at any given point. But it’s fine! It’s fine. He’s fine. All of his loved ones have come back to life! It’s great! HE’S FINE.

He is not fine.

Luke is also grieving all the people who haven’t been born yet, but he’s... significantly more okay than Ben is.

The closer they get to the Core, the more often people just assume Ben is Luke’s father, and then look shocked and uncomfortable when Luke flatly calls him by his name, and they just... compromise. This is the point at which Luke starts calling him “Uncle Ben.”

Ben cries in his bunk later that night. Luke overhears it and wonders how the HELL Ben is more unstable now, when there’s a chance to fix things and no Vader or Empire trying to kill or capture both of them, and all his friends are alive.

(Luke will later learn a lot about PTSD and realize this is actually a fairly normal situation, to process significant events and emotions only after gaining safety or catharsis.)

(Twenty years on a ball of sand with an alcohol addiction and debilitating fear of the man you raised as your own brother is not, in fact, safe or cathartic.)

At any rate, they’ve settled into that pattern by the time they reach the Inner Rim. The Inner Rim is the part of the galaxy at which they’ve collected enough money (and mental stability) to travel a little better, and to take a few more risks.

Risks like “manipulate people with those baby blues.”

Ben tells Luke that he’s a menace, after he pouts so cutely that he gets a free scarf added on to a purchase that Ben makes. Luke responds that Ben has no room to talk, since he flirted a free breakfast out of that one inn owner.

Also, Luke is currently physically six. That is objectively a situation that sucks. He deserves to use it for all it’s worth if he’s stuck like this.

“You know, if you keep wearing all-black and looking longingly at the velvet cape and Space Chanel boots, the temple is going to worry that you’re a darksider.”

“Uncle Ben... you told me, yesterday, that I sparkle so brightly in the Force that it’s almost blinding.”

“Yes, but the gloves--”

They don’t agree on this, but Ben relents. He does actually understand good fashion, unfortunately, and he’s not unaware of how much Leia taught Luke about such things.

Luke’s about forty years ahead of the curve, of course, but Skywalkers are prone to such things. It’s usually in regards to technology, granted, but...

They get to Coruscant. Ben is very obviously a Jedi. He knows all the right words and walks like a Soresu master and feels warm and comforting in the Force. They let him in with minimal questions. They note down “my first padawan left the order to have a child, but died shortly after; I consider Luke here to be my nephew, and have raised him as such,” and move on.

Luke is vaguely annoyed because he already had an uncle (and aunt) that raised him, but he admits that a person can have more than one uncle. He can live with this. Ben was more family to Anakin than Owen was, in some ways, so it’s kind of true. Luke is even working on feeling more childish affection for Ben instead of the complicated mess of emotions that come from being lied to about some very large and important subjects, and then seeing the person saying those lies have regular emotional breakdowns due to something as small as Luke saying he likes the curve of the hull on that freighter.

(Apparently he sounds just like his father did as a child. This is almost heartwarming.)

The thing is! The thing. The thing is, they almost make it to the Halls of Healing to get looked over for weird viruses, or Outer Rim Parasites, or whatever the hells needs to be happening. They almost make it without Ben having a flashback to dead younglings or brainwashed troopers or the declaration of a Sith Empire. They almost make it without incident.

Then Ben sees Qui-Gon, and freezes, and does not move again.

Luke cannot get him to restart.

People are staring.

They haven’t even made it to Medical, Uncle Ben, come on.

Young, local Obi-Wan comes over and asks if there’s something he can do to help. Or maybe this “Ben” knows Qui-Gon? Master Jinn doesn’t recognize Ben, but maybe Luke knows more?

Luke does know more, but what Luke actually says is “he probably needs a mind healer.”

(Ben will not appreciate this.)

(Ben is unfortunately standing in the middle of the hallway and completely unresponsive, and is unable to argue with this assertion.)

(Ben is pretty much proving this assertion entirely correct, actually.)

Obi-Wan is helpful, if a little bitchy in the manner of most late-teens individuals, and offers to help get Uncle Ben down to the Halls of Healing. It involves Obi-Wan gently pushing on Ben’s shoulders, and Qui-Gon offering to carry Luke so he can be in Ben’s sights (because Ben is a Mystery, and Qui-Gon is quite fond of those, so he wants to stay involved). Ben kind of just... shuffles on down.

There are medical tests. They ask about how Luke lost his hand. He refuses to talk about it. They ask how Ben got all his scars. Luke says he doesn’t know. They ask if he knows why Ben looks like he’s been through a war. Luke says it’s because he probably was.

They check for foreign viruses. They find evidence of thus-far-unpatented vaccinations. They ask Luke if he knows what he’s vaccinated for.

“How would I know? I’m six.”

They agree that this is a good excuse.

(It is not. He’s lying. They do not know this.)

They do some more tests. They find a lot of questionable medical bullshit in Ben’s body. Most of this is from the clone wars, but they don’t know this. Someone realizes they haven’t gotten a ping back from the Shadow Network regarding “do we have permission to pull the medical file of a Jedi that isn’t in the normal database? We’re assuming you know who he is, since we don’t.”

The Shadow Network does not know who Ben is.

The healers, of course, go “huh, that’s weird, but maybe the name he gave his nephew was fake. We can’t exactly ask ‘Ben’ for more details right now. We already had to sedate him. Let’s check the DNA!”

The DNA pulls up as Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The padawan who brought this guy in two hours ago.

“Huh, that’s weird. Let’s call in Kenobi and ask if he knows what’s going on.”

Obi-Wan absolutely does not know what’s going on.

They ask Luke.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says, lying through his teeth and not even pretending otherwise.

“You’re not a very good liar,” teenage Obi-Wan tells him.

“I’m not trying to be,” Luke says. “Can you get Master Yoda? I feel like we’re going to need him.”

They normally wouldn’t get Yoda on the request of a six-year-old, but they also normally don’t have a catatonic thirty-something Jedi who looks like he’s been through a war popping up in the medical database as the pimply teenage padawan that broke his pinky trying to do a Badass Ataru Flip last week.

Or... whatever Luke i... is... oh dear.

“Young one,” Qui-Gon asks, while people whisper-shout behind him, not realizing he’s cutting the Correlian Knot and just asking the kid himself. “Do you know why your midichlorian count is so high? It’s almost unheard of.”

“Uncle Ben said my dad was the Chosen One,” Luke says, because he is capable of being a little shit and is actually really eager to let Ben deal with some of the fallout. He feels for the man, really, but he’s also tired of being the one to field every single question.

Also, the expressions that pass on Qui-Gon’s face are hilarious.

(Luke may or may not be more affected by his six-year-old brain than he would like to admit.)

“Thank you,” Qui-Gon says, sounding more than a little strangled about it.

It takes another three hours for Ben to wake up.

He listens to the questions. He hears what they say his ‘nephew’ said. He looks at Luke.

“Is this revenge for not telling you about Leia?”

“It’s not revenge,” Luke does not lie. “I just don’t know how to explain it.”

“It’s pretty easy to explain.”

“It’s not my secret.”

“This is revenge for the Leia thing.”

“No,” Luke says. “Revenge for the Leia thing was when I ate a live frog in front of you.”

This is the point at which someone interrupts and points out that they appear to be stalling.

“Oh, he is,” Luke tells them. He gestures at Ben. “I can’t tell you more, because it’s more his story than mine.”

“I’m afraid, Master, that I am very likely to have an emotional breakdown if I allow myself to consider the reality of this situation for longer than the fraction of a second I already have,” Ben reports, full of false cheer. “Suffice to say, I am far from stable and have only held out this far for Luke’s sake.”

“Can you explain why you have my DNA?” Obi-Wan asks, as the person who’s most concerningly involved in this situation.

“You can,” Ben says, smiling like there is absolutely nothing wrong in the slightest, ever. “I’m you, from the future. I actually died and spent a few years dead before coming back. I’m not sure why I’m younger than I was when I died, but I appreciate being able to put on my shoes without my knees attempting to mutiny.”

“He needs a mind healer,” Luke reiterates, in case the strained grin hasn’t made it clear. “So do I, but not as much.”

“I have felt literally every person in this Temple save for Luke and Yoda die,” Ben reports, looking a shade more manic than a few seconds earlier. “It’s very overwhelming to feel you all being alive again. I may be approaching a mental breakdown, and I’ve been rather strictly advised against using alcohol to treat my traumas again.”

Luke kicks him in the thigh. It’s not a very hard kick, because he is very small, and he does actually like Ben. “I’m not letting you turn into an old drunk again.”

After several seconds of silence, a healer quietly suggests that everyone clear the room, and asks if someone could fetch Master Yoda as the youngling requested.

(THIS IS ALMOST THREE THOUSAND WORDS. I started it less than two hours ago. Why am I like this.)

#Ben Kenobi #Obi Wan Kenobi #Luke Skywalker #Qui Gon Jinn #Time Travel #De Aging #Phoenix Posts #Uncle Ben and Little Luke

[tennessoui]

i really am just so excited for part two of the roadtrip au and knowing it might be from obi-wan's perspective??? seeing obi-wan fawn over anakin while anakin dotes on him?? i'm losing my mind.

hey!!! bless!!!! i know i said it would be part 1, part 2, part 3, but i started writing part 2 and it's like already 2.2k long and they're just in Pennsylvania so i think we should all start thinking of this story as part 1 (finished, posted), ARC 2 (very long, is in segments, depending on what people wanna see and what road trip shenanigans i can think up), and part 3 (tbd)

anyway here's the 2.2k (squick: a/b/o, mpreg)

“Uh, sir? Are you...alright?”

That’s the gas station attendant. Obi-Wan barely resists the urge to thunk his head on the side of the bathroom stall. The only thing stopping him is how absolutely unsanitary it would be, and he already feels dirty enough. He pulls a few more squares of toilet paper from the dispenser and wipes at his mouth.

Of all the pregnancy symptoms he hates, he thinks morning sickness is the one he hates the most. And it’s the one that seems to be, for some reason, sticking around the longest.

He’d never even known how much of a misnomer morning sickness is, but it’s not like it’s only happening in the morning. He’ll feel nauseous halfway through the day, mid-afternoon, early evening.

His doctor and close friend at the hospital, Bant, had assured him this was normal and nothing to worry about. But it’s hard not to worry about it, especially when he lives with an Alpha who worries about everything.

“Just fine, thank you,” Obi-Wan says politely as he flushes the toilet and leaves before he can watch his breakfast spiral down and disappear. That’ll only make him feel even more sick.

The girl wrings her hands as she watches him wash his, and he has to take pity on her. She can’t be older than eighteen. “Morning sickness,” he tells her, placing a hand on the virtually unnoticeable swell of his belly.

“Oh!” she says. Obi-Wan fights the urge to grimace when he sees her eyes dart down to his unmarked neck. He knows how it looks. He knows how it sounds. “Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to--”

“It’s quite alright,” he says. It’s not, but it is. Obi-Wan doesn’t want to have this conversation, doesn’t want to talk to this girl anymore. They’re passing through a small town in central Pennsylvania. He’s a pregnant, unmated, thirty-eight year old male omega. A rarity. A talking point. He doesn’t want to talk to her, he wants--

There’s a loud knock on the door to the bathroom. “Obi-Wan? Are you alright? Is there someone in there with you? I thought I heard voices. Obi-Wan? I’m coming in, Obi-Wan.”

Anakin.

Obi-Wan gets halfway through drying his hands before Anakin’s there, crowding him against the sink and nosing at his face and neck.

“Sir, this is a bathroom for omegas only!” the gas station attendant protests, but Anakin growls at her.

As much as the pregnancy has made Obi-Wan lose parts of himself to his Omegan side, it’s been ten times worse for Anakin for some reason. As far as Alphas go, Anakin’s always been a thoughtful, respectful one. Quick to anger, perhaps, but never violent or suspicious.

Now it’s like everyone in the world has done something to personally offend Anakin. Everyone but Obi-Wan.

If he didn’t feel such a burning, unignorable need to get to Seattle, Obi-Wan would have called the whole trip off weeks ago.

But he couldn’t then and he definitely can’t now, not when they’ve both taken the time off of work and Obi-Wan’s let his doctor know he’ll be out of the state and they’re already in Pennsylvania.

He’ll just let Anakin do whatever he needs to do to feel alright with taking a pregnant, unmated omega across the country. It’s not as if it’s a hardship to put up with all the scentings and hugs and looming and protectiveness.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Which just makes Obi-Wan feel even more guilty, the way he’s using Anakin like this. His dearest, closest friend, who is helping him in such an amazing way, and every time he touches him, it’s all Obi-Wan can do to not arch up into the touch.

He wishes he could blame it on the pregnancy hormones, the way his instincts are going haywire to keep an alpha--any alpha--close. But it’s not. It’s Anakin. It’s the fact that Obi-Wan is hopelessly, irreversibly in love with the alpha.

The touches and the scenting don’t mean what he wants them to. It doesn’t mean anything, the way Anakin pushes his shirts and sweaters to Obi-Wan’s chest and watches him put them on. He’s an observant man, his alpha. He knows Obi-Wan likes wearing his scent now that he’s pregnant. It’s comforting.

So even though it doesn’t mean anything at all, the way Anakin’s hands roam over his waist and stomach and hips as he growls at the poor gas station attendant, Obi-Wan has to fight to not push back into the touches, to not scent him in return.

He’s afraid once he does, he won’t be able to stop. The thought of it, of marking the beautiful, strong, virile alpha with his smell, is too addicting to ever risk trying.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s just a bit of morning sickness,” he says lightly, touching Anakin’s chest gently. “She was just checking up on me.”

Anakin glares at the girl and starts to herd Obi-Wan out of the bathroom. “Not hers to check up on,” he mutters, hands latching onto Anakin’s hips and guiding him through the aisles of brightly colored chips and candy.

Obi-Wan thinks that for both of their sakes he should remind Anakin that he’s not his to check up on either, but he doesn’t want to, not when he can pretend for a little bit longer.

“I think I would like to lie down in the back for a bit,” he says, holding his stomach. “Just until we get out of this state.”

Anakin agrees immediately, like he knew he would. “Okay, Obi,” he murmurs, opening the car door for him. They’d laid down their suitcases in the wells behind the two front seats, and Anakin had thrown a couple of blankets over the entire area to make a sort of makeshift nest for Obi-Wan to sleep in should he want to.

They’ve only been driving for four hours, but Obi-Wan already wants to. He’s painfully on edge.

He hadn’t understood how hard it would be to convince his hindbrain and body to leave the safety of their apartment, but all he wants now is to nest somewhere safe for him and the baby. It would have been impossible to do this without Anakin.

“Alright,” the alpha says. “Um. Wait. Here.”

He shucks off his sweatshirt, a faded college one that Obi-Wan’s been coveting with his eyes since Anakin had put it on this morning. “Oh, dear one, no,” he forces himself to say anyway. “It’s December. You need a sweatshirt.”

“I’ll turn up the heat,” Anakin holds it out insistently, stubbornly. “Take it, come on.”

Obi-wan can only make himself hesitate for a second more before he’s snatching the soft fabric that smells like sunlight linen honeydew out of his hands and holding it greedily to his chest. “Alright.”

Under the weight of the alpha’s watchful eyes, Obi-Wan crawls into the backseat and curls up with his head diagonal from the driver’s seat. He thinks it’ll be nice to wake up and see Anakin’s profile whenever he wants to without additional shifting.

“Oh shit,” Anakin curses suddenly. “I was going to buy a coffee.” The alpha pauses, clearly torn between going back inside and not wanting to leave the omega alone in the car. But Obi-Wan knows Anakin, and he needs his coffee.

“Oh,” he says as if he’s just remembering something himself, “can you get me one of those bananas on the counter? I think they’re good for babies.”

That, obviously, changes everything for Anakin who straightens instantly. “Bananas are good for babies,” he declares, nodding his head before narrowing his eyes. “Would you...can I lock the door? I won’t be long. Just for safety.”

Obi-Wan blinks and purses his lips to stop his little smile. His alpha can be so silly. Safety. In the middle of the afternoon in rural Pennsylvania. “Okay, alpha,” he agrees before he even realizes that he really shouldn’t be calling Anakin alpha. Especially not when the other man always reacts so strongly to it.

Case in point, he thinks to himself sadly as Anakin’s hand spasms on the car door handle before he slams it and hustles away, almost at a run.

With a long sigh, he flops back down into his nest and squirms until he gets comfortable. There’s a pillow close to his hand that he hugs to his chest when he realizes it’s Anakin’s pillow from his bed at home. It smells amazing, a mix of both of them together.

Ever since he’d told the alpha he was pregnant, Obi-Wan’s fallen asleep in Anakin’s bed more often than not. It’s a comfort thing, one that Obi-Wan feels intensely guilty about. Surely if he keeps being so clingy and whiny and Omegan, Anakin will get sick of him.

And this is just the beginning of the pregnancy. He knows rationally that Anakin loves him as a friend, a brother, but how long is that love going to last if Obi-Wan can’t get a handle on his goddamn hormones? Anakin hadn’t signed up for any of this. It’s not even his pup. How much is Obi-Wan willing to put him through just because he can’t imagine a life without the alpha in it?

Wouldn’t it be the best thing for the both of them to cut their losses now? Bail and Breha had told Obi-Wan he could move in with them for the duration of the pregnancy if he needed to. The only thing that stopped him from saying yes immediately had been the hope that Anakin would be willing to stay with him, keep living with him even after he’d fucked up so much.

And the alpha, by some miracle, hadn’t left, hadn’t moved out. But Obi-Wan can’t shake the thought that he will soon, that this will all get to be too much. Obi-Wan’s omega whimpers at the back of his mind at the idea that one day the alpha will be gone.

The scent of distressed omega fills the car as Obi-Wan feels his bottom lip start to wobble.

Alright, the influx of hormones that are wreaking havoc on his emotions is probably the pregnancy symptom he hates the most. But morning sickness is still up there, too.

He sniffs into Anakin’s college sweatshirt and tries to think happy thoughts. He shouldn’t make Anakin worry about his emotions when he’s already spending so much time worried about his physical health.

How much is Obi-Wan going to take advantage of Anakin’s kindness?

The doors unlock with a beep, signaling his alpha’s return to the car.

It doesn’t take Anakin even a second to catch onto Obi-Wan’s recent spiral of emotion, but at least he won’t know why unless Obi-Wan tells him.

“Obi?” he asks frantically, as soon as he opens the car door. “Obi, are you alright? Did something happen? Did someone see you--?”

“Put the coffee down before you spill it,” Obi-Wan instructs after peeking out of his sweatshirt haven. “I’m alright, Anakin. It’s just the hormones. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Anakin shakes his head. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

The statement pulls a wry smile from Obi-Wan. “Oh, I can think of a few things,” he murmurs, touching his belly with a pointed, gentle hand. Before Anakin can say anything about that, he continues quickly. “I was just wondering about something, I’m fine, really. Really.”

And then, knowing he shouldn’t but also knowing it’ll distract Anakin enough from this line of questioning, he tilts his head back to expose his neck and says, “Can we drive, alpha?”

The coffee cup still clutched in Anakin’s hands bursts open under the force of his grip. He really should have put it down.

Anakin curses up a storm as he shakes the hot liquid off of his skin, and Obi-Wan sits up worriedly. Anakin was bothered so much by Obi-Wan calling him that that he accidentally hurt himself. No more, the omega resolves. He can take a hint.

“Are you alright?” he asks, grabbing at Anakin’s hand to examine the red skin.

“I’m fine!” Anakin yelps, jumping away. “I just--I’m just going to go wash this off. Um. And get more coffee.”

He slams the door shut, and Obi-Wan wilts as he watches him go. He can’t even follow after him because Anakin’s locked the doors with his car key. He’s done enough already.

“Oh baby,” he tells his stomach. “I don’t think I’m ever going to have that alpha figured out.”

The baby is still and, of course, silent, but Obi-Wan takes comfort in their presence anyway. They can’t leave him. Not yet, at least.

Gingerly, he maneuvers his way out of his nest so he can reach his messenger bag he’d left in the foot of his passenger seat. It takes some finangling, but finally he’s able to fish out his headphones. As he resettles into his nest, surrounded on all sides by Anakin’s scent, he notices the bunch of bananas thrown in the driver’s seat.

Obi-Wan snorts at his silly alpha, but can’t deny that he’s touched at the same time.

It’s extremely easy to find the track he wants to listen to, what with how often he listens to it these days. Sometimes, it’s the only thing that can get him to fall asleep.

He pulls up the downloaded homemade album Anakin had given him for Christmas four years back. When he presses play, his alpha’s deep melodic voice spills into his ears.

“Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote, the droghte of March hath perced to the roote…”

Of course he can’t be sure, but he’s fairly certain he’s asleep by the time Anakin comes back to the car.

#asks #squick tag: a/b/o #squick tag: mpreg #prompt fill #roadtrip au #oh?? its somehow MORE angsty now that obi-wan's POV is being explored??? #is ANYONE surprised??? lmao #(no) #also yes at the end obi-wan is listening to anakin recite the general prologue of the canterbury tales with the original english #that anakin learned how to pronounce correctly so he could make obi-wan the best christmas present ever #was it going to be a love confession too but he chickened out at the last second??? yah #will anakin get jealous obi-wan's always lsitening to something on his phone and demand to know what it is??? yah #poor dumb men

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how i would have changed s2 of hsmtmts

obvious disclaimer but im not a screenwriter or anyth so im not claiming what i want is best, this is just for fun lololol

okay so first of all nini would still have dropped out of yac but she wouldn’t have gone back to east, she would have transferred to north bc she was too ashamed to tell anyone she left at first and maybe she still wants to explore who she is away from ricky and the others

nini could join north’s batb and this way maybe we could have some playful rivalry with lily and nini and more scenes with antoine shdhdjdj also it could have been a great opportunity to flesh out lily’s character so those scenes where she reaches out to ricky and her confession at the end of the season actually make sense lol

speaking of ricky ,,, i think he should have left the play at some point hear me out. he only joined in the first place because of nini and barely wanted to do it at all once he realized he wasn’t gonna be able to perform with her. he could have joined crew and been a manager with natalie or smth considering he rlly does see the theater gang as a second family. also this would leave so much room for ej and ricky development and bants since ej joined the av club and began to pursue film. they could have some convos where idk ricky asks ej how he figured out what he wanted to do after duke didn’t work out and ricky could actually develop some interests that arent the play or nini ,,, maybe fucking art club i mean he did p good on that centerpiece for carlos’ quinceañera.

with ricky not being the beast anymore i think seb should take his place that would be soooo good. and since seb isn’t chip anymore carlos won’t make those snide comments about chip being a small unimportant role and we can just cut that whole fight bc it was dumb and bad. we could still have seb being insecure that carlos is only dating him bc there aren’t really any other gay guys at school. in a heartbeat is great and i did like ricky being supportive in the background it was kinda funny too idk dhdjdjfj

ooh i almost forgot abt rini ahshdj okay so i still think they should break up. but in my version there’s no ricky pulling an ej 1.0 and deleting comments off of nini’s insta, cause with ricky in art club and nini at north trying to figure out what she wants i think one of them would realize that they’re going in different directions and only got back tgt because they made each other feel safe cause what they had was familiar. this could be triggered by ricky mentioning smth abt nini at yac and then nini breaks down and tells him that she dropped out and is at north and doesn’t know where she’s going. and then they can both realize they aren’t good for each other rn and have a less tragic mutual break up.

honestly i really liked the scene of nini taking charge after miss jenn freaked out cause with the character detail of nini giving every person in the cast of productions she’s in a thank you note she just seems really like someone who is suited to lifting others up. this could still be explored at north, maybe she could help lily through her issues that were briefly implied in ep 11 and nini realizes she wants to be a drama teacher and encourage kids to go off book and put themselves into their acting, something she couldn’t have at yac.

okay now ej ,,, so like i said in ricky’s section, more bants between them cause i feel like friendships kinda fell by the wayside due to all the relationships so more friendship !!!! also the scene where ej tells his dad he’s not going to duke shouldn’t have been an ending scene, it should have been fleshed out with his dad pushing back saying how he pulled all these strings to get him in and ej saying he doesn’t wanna go if his own hard work couldn’t get him there. and also more scenes of ej doing av club things !!! and realizing he rlly likes film and wants to do it OMG IT WOULD BE SO COOL IF HE BROKE THE FOURTH WALL AND ASKED THE DOCUMENTARY CREW ABT THE FILM INDUSTRY god i would love that. the only scene we rlly got of ej doing film things was at the quinceañera which made me kinda sad. uhhh also i just wanted to specifically mention how ej got mr mazzara that job at cal tech bc it really showed how he wanted to be there for people not just for gina, who he had a crush on, but for mr mazzara who supported him outside of romance, so i wanna keep that for sure.

gina !!! okay so i mostly liked her arc in this season, the only changes i would make would be to flesh it out a teeny bit (god this hypothetical s2 would have to be like 22 eps at least shdjdjdjfj) anyways besides ashlyn singing home to get gina to stay i think there should be a scene where they actually talk in her room abt how gina feels safer when shes on the run (second chance reference ilysm) hhhh and also a scene of her and carlos actually working out compromises for their choreo cause i liked that bit of development too and fleshing that out would make gina an even better foil for lily, who felt a need to hog the spotlight like gina used to. with gina’s own arc fleshed out her character would feel more whole independently from romance and portwell would be even more rewarding than it is in the current s2. the only thing i would really change abt portwell is that they would kiss !!! in the finale but thats bc im biased.

ashlyn should have gotten a more fleshed out storyline about being insecure about not being a good enough belle or the typical belle. there were some throwaway lines when north did their typical dramatics but the only two real scenes that showed it were when ash talked to big red about it and when she was telling nini she wanted to do a run in “home” bc lily did it. ashlyn should get more screen time where she has to grapple with the reasons she doesn’t feel good enough and big red can still support her but also gina too bc i would like more roommate besties interaction.

kourtney could still date howie, that harry potter shit was cute but there needs to be smth else for kourtney’s arc. idk she’s still into fashion so maybe she could be out here trying to create her own line or smth? this doesn’t have to be resolved in s2 like making a wholeass line takes time and she could work on it into a potential s3. kourtney just didnt get much outside of howie and the stuff at the beginning of the season where she said nini inspired her to be independent and that's why she got a job was just dropped?? so i think that fashion could fill that for her if she’s still dating howie cause like having her whole arc just be the pizza place kinda overlaps w big red’s mini arc abt how he wasn’t settling for hospitality, its what he wants to do with his life.

ik what ur thinking. anna, even if you added more episodes, where would u find the room to add all these plotlines?? well first we cut (most of) the seblos fight, so thats some time saved. honestly most of the time that we r going to gain is going to be from cutting ms jenn’s time. things like ms jenn’s and nini’s car ride would get cut, but mostly all of ms jenn’s romances would get cut down. considering she’s the teacher and isn’t actually a character with an arc how does she have THREE love interests this season?? like all of the weird tension between her and zack can be cut, like just some short scenes of them being competitive can stay. all of the stuff with ricky’s dad can go bye bye we don’t need it. i did like her w mr mazzara so most of that can stay i just didn’t like how he said he would give up cal tech for her, ew no that would be gone.

the MENKIES !!!! this is the last thing im gonna address cause in a perfect world every character would get a long fleshed out arc but then the season would be waaay too long and also im mostly trying to work within material the show gave so this is mostly made up of “realistic” deviations from what actually happened. lol idk what that even means it just makes sense to me. but anyways!! uhhh bro idk i thought them dropping the menkies was funny but it also made the finale really BAD lmao. in this finale, seb is the beast, east still had to deal w the fact that they’re underfunded compared to north but no one is injured, lily is less of a poorly written character and maybe ppl are even rooting for her, and wow i just realized i never actually said what role i think nini should have in north’s show. OOH she could be student director instead of lily cause lily both being in the play while also directing was weird considering omg i just checked and according to her wiki page shes a FRESHMAN?? and they let her be student director? lol hell nah. okay so with all that in mind ,,, the menkies should have been the season cliffhanger instead of portwell. east and north should both be nominated, both schools perform at the menkies, and then the award winner is about to be announced and THATS when it cuts to natalie and the end of the season.

one, this actually gives more tension for a summer s3 as we would be waiting to see the consequences of whichever school won. also i bet people would be wondering if nini’s gonna be transferring back to east or staying at north. people would also prob wonder if ej would be getting the scholarship if east won and what that would mean for his interest in film.

lmao that got longggg and idk if anyone’s even gonna read this but it was fun to do :D

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #anna edition 😎 #nini salazar roberts #ricky bowen #ricky x therapy #i forgot abt that oml #ehh that could be an s3 thing shdjdjf #ej caswell #ashlyn caswell #gina porter #portwell #rini #kourtney greene #hsmtmts lily #seb matthew smith #carlos rodriguez #seblos #more friendship !!!! theater is all abt being in a tight knit community anyways #lets put some focus on that too

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Suicidal Misunderstanding AU Part V (SW Time Travel AU #27)

Part I - - - - -  Part II - - - - - Part III - - - - - Part IV 

After a meandering walk through what felt like every path the hanging gardens and marsh pools had to offer, Obi-Wan stopped to lean against a stone wall. 

“Obi-Wan? Are you ready to stop and eat something? As nice as this has been, I’m getting hungry and I’m guessing you are too.” 

Anakin was only being a little sarcastic. It had genuinely been nice to peacefully spend the day with Obi-Wan like this- they hadn’t been to the marsh habitats since the war started. He had resigned himself to watching Obi-Wan enthusiastically greet every wandering knight, master, and elder who they passed. 

It was actually starting to become impressive- Anakin never realized how many members of the Order his Master was friendly with- no wonder he was given a seat on the high council! But after the last heartfelt clasping of hands with a completely unfamiliar Bothan (thankfully for Anakin’s petty jealousy, Obi-Wan wasn’t hugging everyone), Anakin had asked who the knight was.

Obi Wan frowned. “No idea. But I suppose I must have seen him somewhere.” 

Anakin was no longer feeling impressed.

When a group of crechelings wandered by, Obi-Wan appeared briefly overwhelmed with emotion. His shields (apparently even better drunken than sober) didn’t let anything specific slip. But he knew Obi-Wan was feeling something intensely. Bizarrely, instead of saying hello, Obi-Wan hurried out and away with Anakin dragged behind, bringing them back to the stone wall and their skipped breakfast.

“Not yet.” Obi-Wan responded hoarsely. “I want to visit the Room of A Thousand Fountains first, and say a few more goodbyes.”

“Goodbyes?” Anakin asked, a slight chill running down his back. “We’re not shipping back out until the end of the week. Do you always say goodbye to everyone this thoroughly before redeployment?”

“No. Do you think I should have?” Obi-Wan frowned. “I feel like that would have been more upsetting than anything else.”

“Ok then, why are you saying goodbye now? To the whole order?” 

Obi-Wan didn’t reply, he just pushed off the wall to continue on his quest to apparently visit every corner of the temple.

“Master, please, you’re worrying me. If you won’t eat, then let me take you to the Healing Halls so they can check you over for drugs. We can visit the fountains after.”

Obi-Wan finally paused, thinking that over. “I would like to see Bant. She should be there, right?”  

Bant did end up being there, and was more touched than disturbed by Obi-Wan’s sincere joy to see her. While Obi-Wan wandered the halls greeting injured Knights, she ran several tests.

“As far as I can tell, all you had last night was human-appropriate alcohol. No force-user specific drug interactions, and no traces of Spice. It’s possible there’s something I missed, but your force presence doesn’t feel off balance in the manner I specifically associate with drug-induced altered perception. Your blood sugar is a little low and you’re somewhat dehydrated, especially considering you’re in the temple, not out on a mission.”

“I’ll take care of my physical needs after I visit the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Just because a vision isn’t purely induced by the force doesn’t mean I can’t draw meaning from it. I do appreciate how you always looked out for me though, Bant. I’ve missed your fussing.” Obi-Wan smiled, clasping one of her hands in his.

Bant sighed, “If Master Yoda wasn’t off world I’d urge you to talk to him. I haven’t seen you this shaken by a vision since we were younglings. Even if you do seem to be handling it fairly... calmly.” 

Obi-Wan laughed. “I’ll tell him you said that someday. I might be wrong, but I think he’ll be happy to learn about-” Obi-Wan gestured around vaguely, “all this. I’ll talk to him at some point. I’m sure of it.” 

She glanced over at Anakin, who had been a quietly looming shadow the whole visit. He seemed both relieved by the diagnosis as well as bewildered. “Can I speak to you privately?”

Obi-Wan nodded and Anakin stalked out of the test room. 

She scrutinized him, worry more obvious now, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you slipping tenses this whole time. You’re still not sure where your vision ends and reality begins, are you? Do you even know when you are?”

Obi-Wan looked down. “I know what’s real and what’s not. I’m just...enjoying not fully living in the moment. I have every intention of waking up.”

“Yeah, that’s a BIG red flag, Obi-Wan. Force.” She tilted her head back and forth, examining him with obvious concern. “I am scheduling an appointment for a soul healer and you are going to go, understand?” She demanded.

Obi-Wan agreed far too easily. She reluctantly let him leave with an earnest promise to eat something real.

Obi-Wan came outside to find Anakin pacing. 

“I’m glad you’re still here,” he told his former Padawan, ignoring the ache in his chest.

“Of course Ori’vod,” Anakin said, ducking his head with a shy smile. “What did Bant say?”

“She wants me to eat something real and visit a soul healer.” Obi-Wan sighed. “Well, I can do at least one of those things.”

“A soul healer! She thinks you’re crazy?” Anakin asked offended. 

“First of all, you don’t have to be unstable to visit a soul healer. I’ve seen them in the past, when there wasn’t as much wrong with me. I’m sorry if I led you to believe you couldn’t seek out help for your problems.” Obi-Wan said. Another mistake.

“I-I know that. I just thought, you know, Jedi can be judgmental of that sort of thing. A good Jedi is supposed to be able to just, meditate stuff away.” Anakin said bitterly.

Obi-Wan thought furiously. Was this why he had been so blindsided by Anakin’s fall? Had his padawan been so afraid of judgement that he hid all of the warning sides of his struggles with darkness? Maybe he could ask Owen for some sort of petty assistance when he brought over bantha milk next time, to demonstrate to young Luke that it was ok to ask for help. No, he was probably still too young for those sorts of lessons to have much meaning. The insight would require meditation, when he was more sober. 

Unsure how ‘Anakin’ would respond, Obi-Wan tentatively said, “You’re right, that some Jedi might judge for seeking such aid. But I think in the last years of the war, that sort of opinion became less and less common. After all, an ideal Jedi shouldn’t be leading an army. I don’t know if anyone can be perfect during war, let alone a peacekeeper.”

When that failed to garner positive or negative reply, Obi-Wan let out a breath. “It hardly matters, since I can’t exactly visit a therapist, let alone a soul healer, given my present living conditions.” 

Anakin seemed to process that, giving Obi-Wan a long, searching look. “What’s your next point?”

“Hmm?”

“You said first of all, and I think that was all one thing, so what’s your second point?”

“Not exactly being able to visit a soul healer regularly doesn’t count as a separate retort?”

“I guess? I’m just trying to understand what you’re trying to tell me” A twinge of frustration crept into Anakin’s otherwise level tone.

"I appreciate that, truly, and I regret the number of hurtful miscommunications that sprung up from me failing to do just that. Well, I suppose, by most reasonable standards, I am ‘crazy.’ Getting some help with unraveling my mind would probably be best, if it were an option, but it isn’t so...” Obi-Wan shrugged.

Before any followup questions could be asked, they finally arrived at the main entrance to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. The archway was stunning, water flowing upwards along the stone in intricate, shifting tessellations. When they stepped through, Obi-Wan was delighted to see Mace Windu sitting on a bench by the entrance. 

“Mace! I was hoping to see you.”

Mace looked at him. He seemed at first, to be utterly unsurprised by the duo’s arrival. But the longer he stared, the more visible shock overtook his features. “Master Koon recommended I look for you...force what happened.”

Obi-Wan just chuckled. “Oh you know. What didn’t happen.”

“What’s wrong?” Anakin asked urgently. “What do you see, Master Windu?”

Obi-Wan tried to wave them both off, laugh a little more forced. “Please, I came here to relax. I’m sure it would be easier to say what’s not wrong with-”

“Kark it, Obi-Wan this isn’t a joking matter.” Master Windu’s voice was calm, but insistent. He slowly started approaching Obi-Wan as though the fellow council member were a feral loth-cat. 

“You look as if...nearly every shatter point around you has broken open. Force, I think you’ve been carrying some of these with you since you were a child. Usually when things that deep break...And some of these- some of these are too big to have just affected you.” Mace hesitantly reached forward, brushing against something invisible.

A chill ran down Anakin’s spine, again. What the kriff did Obi-Wan see in his vision? Last night he mentioned the temple burning, their rooms turned to ash, and Anakin had just...let that go in favor of greedily spending time with this addictively affectionate version of Obi-Wan.

“Mace...” Obi-Wan groaned. “I had been wondering what you might say to me but this is...please, can’t you just give me a hug and let me enjoy the peace for one more hour.”

“Master Kenobi,” Mace said, seeming to revert to an even more serious version of himself. “What I see cracked open around you is bigger than the reemergence of the Sith on Naboo, bigger than the first battle of Genosis. Whatever has happened, you cannot possibly keep it to yourself, practically or morally.”

To the shock of both Windu and Skywalker, Obi-Wan actually rolled his eyes at that. “Mace. You are not telling me anything I do not already know. And I am choosing to spend a little longer enjoying the unique joys of the Temple before dealing with the harshness of reality. Haven’t I earned a small break? I’m not abandoning my duty, but if I don’t take care of myself where I can I’ll go madder than I already have.” 

At no point did Obi-Wan’s voice get whiny or upset, he just calmly dropped a series of bombshells like he was repeating an argument.

Mace and Anakin exchanged glances, but if Mace was trying to communicate something, it was utterly lost on Anakin. 

“Alright, Master Kenobi. I trust your judgement.” 

And, to Anakin’s shock, Mace pulled Obi-Wan for a tight hug. “And I care about you, Obi-Wan.”

For a brief, hysterical moment, Anakin Skywalker wondered if he was about to witness his Master break down crying on the shoulder of Mace Windu the Master of the Jedi Order.

But Obi-Wan just let out a slow breath and returned the embrace before bowing deeply in Respect. Windu returned the bow with a placid expression. 

“If you’ll excuse me...I think I’d like to stand by the waterfall alone for a moment.” He paused, turning to address Anakin. “If you’re willing to wait for me, I’ll happily rejoin you by the glowing mushrooms.” Anakin nodded silently and Obi-Wan beamed before leaving the two alone together.

Mace turned to the young knight in a silent demand for answers, and, for once, Anakin was eager to share what he was dealing with. “He came back drunk last night, talking about the temple burning down, and being well-”

“Unusually emotionally expressive?” Mace offered.

Anakin nodded. “Took a blood sample to analyze in the morning. He woke determined to hug every sentient being in the temple. I actually managed to get him to the halls just before we came here; Master Eerin said there was nothing in his system and...I just don’t know. He’s been off today, but not in a bad way, exactly. Could a vision have caused the shattering you saw?

Mace furrowed his brow. “Not any vision like I’ve ever seen but...these are dark times. And Master Kenobi has had historically bad luck. If some new cataclysm is coming for us- I absolutely believe he’d be the first of us to stumble into it. Something terrible and extraordinary must have happened in the 24 hours since I last saw him in person.”

A beat passed.

“I should go to the mushrooms before I lose track of him,” Anakin said quietly.

Mace nodded. “Skywalker, if you need assistance dragging him back to the healers for whatever reason, comm me, understood?” 

“Understood. Master Koon said the same.” the Knight replied, heart pounding.

The Windu clasped him on the shoulder firmly, "I’m going to check in with Master Eerin. It’s possible she has some suspicions that my observations will help her confirm. Until then...”

“I’ll look out for him.” Anakin promised.

Part VI

#star wars #suicidal misunderstanding au #star wars au no 27 #my au #sw #time travel #obi wan kenobi needs a hug #oh boy we are BUILDING towards the #angst #it 1am #lol im supposed to work tomorrow but ive said that before #thank you everyone for being supportive im glad youre all hyperventilating with me over this sad boy

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To Hold You Close Again

Clone Ship Week | Day 5 | Reunion | @cloneshipweek

Fives/Echo

Rating: G

Warnings: none

Ao3 link

           Fives wasn’t sure what to think when Healer Knight Eerin (as she demanded she be called instead of General since he refused to call her Bant) told him that he was needed in the hangar by mid-morning. When he’d asked about it, Knight Eerin just shrugged her shoulders and blinked her big, luminous eyes at him.

           “It’s the will of the Force,” she’d said, much to Fives’s annoyance.

           “Karking Force osik,” he grumbled as he made his way through the mess and clutter of the hangar.  Far too many ships needed repairs after the toll the war had taken on the Temple’s fleet.  He swore extra loud when he stubbed his toe on a stray metal part, only stuttering to a halt when he noticed the youngling (Initiate??  Small child.) standing nearby, staring at him with wide eyes. He apologized and shuffled awkwardly over to the landing pad.  Maybe this was where he was supposed to go?

           Fives was still on light duty, otherwise he would gladly be out there helping his brothers clean up after the war.  But he’d taken a blaster bolt to his chest and actually died on the warehouse floor before General Skywalker had done something with the Force and restarted his heart.  He’d been taken to the Halls of Healing and placed in a healing trance for two weeks in the same room as Tup.  But Tup had been discharged two days ago, free from the fear of the Kaminoans trying to dissect him, leaving Fives alone in his recuperation.  Fives had only been released from constant bed-rest last week, and he was not going to push his luck with the Jedi Healers by pushing himself past his limits.

           Still, Fives had absolutely no idea why Knight Eerin had decided to send him on a wild-wampa chase in the hangar of all places.  Maybe some brothers wanted to talk to him?  Or a group of padawans or younglings?  Or maybe he needed to brief a commander from the far fronts of the war on the chips and help them implement a schedule to remove all of them from his troopers’ heads.

           A ship swooped down dangerously and landed on the pad it was directed to.  If Fives wasn’t absolutely positive that General Skywalker wasn’t off playing house with Senator Amidala all day, he’d say that the ship was some hunk of junk the General had found and decided to fly to the Temple.  When a team of Healers practically flew past him towards the incoming ship, only then did Fives wander over to observe.  He was curious who had returned and what kind of injuries would require the presence of half the Temple’s Healers.

           Knight Eerin waved at him as she readied a stretcher. Her smile was tight with worry, but no less genuine towards Fives.  She was nice like that.  (And she told the best stories about Generals Kenobi, Vos, Unduli, Fisto, and a few other Jedi.)

           Making sure to stay out of the way, Fives leaned against the wall as the ramp lowered.  Rex, Jesse, and another vod Fives didn’t know (at least, he assumed they were vod’e since they wore clone armor) rushed out with Commander Cody laid out on a stretcher between them.  Rex talked quietly with Master Che, likely explaining what injured Cody to the point that he’d need to stay in the Jedi Temple to heal.

           Fives pushed off from the wall and walked towards the group, ready to ask how he could help.  He was nearly to Rex, when Kix started walking down the ramp, his arm around a vod who had three missing limbs and far too much metal attached to their body. Fives froze mid-stride, eyes wide and unbelieving as he stared at the vod.

           It had been nearly a year since he’d last seen Echo, but he knew his riduur’s body better than his own.  The old scar slashed across their ribs was from Kamino when Cutup fell off his pod and took Echo down with him.  The blaster wound on their hip bone was from their first mission with the 501st on Felucia.  More than the scars, however, Fives recognized Echo’s eyes, a warm brown that always seemed to be glinting with joy or love or mischief.

           “Echo?”

           The name tore from Fives’s lips like a prayer to the Force. It was barely loud enough for Fives to hear, let alone anyone else in the loud hangar, but something must have alerted the vod, because their head jerked up to look directly at Fives.

           “Wha—Echo!  What are you—oh,” Kix stuttered when Echo pushed away from him to hobble down the ramp towards Fives.

           Oh Ka’ra, it really was them.  Fives stumbled forward until he stood at the bottom of the ramp, staring as his riduur stumbled awkwardly towards him.  As desperately as Fives wanted to tackle Echo in a hug right there, the pale skin, sunken stomach, prostheses, and other bits of metal stopped him.  Instead, he waited for Echo to come to him.

           “Fives!” Echo sobbed and threw themself at Fives, who gladly caught them and pulled them close.

Every thought and worry about Echo’s condition flew out of Fives’s mind and was replaced by the euphoria of being able to actually hold them in his arms again. He’d never expected to see his riduur, his sweet cyare, again in this life, but they were alive!  Echo was alive!

           “Echo!” Fives sobbed, pressing his face tight against his riduur’s shoulder.  “I thought you were gone!  I thought you died!  How are you here?”

           Echo only gave a shuddering cry against Fives’s shoulder. Their legs crumpled beneath them, and Fives carefully lowered them to the floor, terrified that he’d somehow hurt his riduur more by moving too fast or gripping too hard.  It was only once he was seated on the cold hangar floor with Echo in his lap, did Five realize that he was crying too.

           “Echo—Echo—Echo—Echo!” He chanted his cyare’s name, unable to fully express everything he was feeling.  Fives was horrified to realize that he’d left his riduur—his living riduur—on Lola Sayu to the mercy of the Separatists. They’d been captured, Fives had no doubt, and forced to endure unimaginable horrors.  And he hadn’t even thought to look for Echo.  He just assumed they were dead.  But Echo was alive!  Fives actually got to hold his riduur in his arms again, could feel the way their chest expanded with every breath and the beat of their heart.  Echo was alive and Fives didn’t have to live without them again.

           He was thoroughly content enough to just sit on the floor of the hangar and never let Echo go, but Echo had different plans.  They pulled back just enough to slot their lips together in a wet, desperate kiss.  Their tears mingled, and Fives could taste the salt with every shift of his lips against theirs.  His nose was running—it always did when he cried—and Echo’s metal implants were digging into some very uncomfortable bits, which was sure to leave some interesting bruises.  Echo’s skin was cold to the touch, and he could feel every bone in their body instead of the gorgeous expanse of muscle they used to have.  Fives was struggling to breath steadily, still not entirely healed from his run-in with the Coruscant Guard and he kept having to break away to breathe deeply.

           He wouldn’t change a single thing about it.

           It was the perfect kiss.  It said “hello” and “I missed you” and “I love you, never leave me again”.  Every desperate press of their lips and hitched sob told tales of heartache and aching loneliness they’d both suffered while apart.  Every caress and tight squeeze spoke volumes of how they needed each other, how happy they were to see each other again.

           Eventually, the kisses shifted from open-mouthed, desperation to soft brushes of their lips.  Fives held Echo close, their foreheads pressing together and their noses brushing with ever minute shift of their bodies.

           “I’m so sorry,” Fives whispered.  “I should have gone back for you.  I should have looked for you.”

           Echo shook their head.  “No, it’s not your fault.  You couldn’t have known I was still alive.  I didn’t even think I was still alive when they took me.  You are not allowed to blame yourself for what happened to me, just like I can’t blame myself for not being there to protect you.”

           Fives laughed quietly and desperately, though there wasn’t anything funny about what Echo said.  The pure relief, the horrors of the last year of the war, his own close brush with death all bubbled out of him in the only way it could since he’d already sobbed most of his tears onto Echo’s shoulder.  It took far too long for him to compose himself, helped by Echo’s soothing promises and words of comfort.  They carded their fingers through his hair while their other limb pulled Fives closer. The laughter turned to hitching dry sobs, and then tiny whimpers.

           With a sniff, Fives drew back and looked Echo in the eye, holding their hand and prosthetic gently.

           “I love you,” Fives said with the same kind of unshakeable certainty he’d had the very first time he’d admitted his feelings for Echo. “I love you so much, Eyayah.  Don’t leave me ever again.  You’re not allowed to leave me ever again.”

           Echo chuckled wetly and leaned against Fives’s shoulder again.  They looked exhausted and pained.  They also looked content for the first time since they’d been pulled out of the cryogenic chamber.  Echo pressed a kiss to Fives’s collarbone and vowed, “I’m not planning on it. Darasuum.”

           “Darasuum,” Fives echoed.

           A throat cleared, and Fives jerked his head up to see Rex standing in front of them, smiling fondly down at the two (Two! Not one!) Dominos.  “We need to take Echo to the Halls of Healing, and Knight Eerin says you need to get back to your bed, too.  Master Che also wanted me to inform you that Echo will be put in your room, since you “won’t realize he has karking limits now and will injure himself by being an idiot and trying to sneak into the other one’s room”.  That’s a direct quote, if you’re wondering.”

           Fives laughed.  “Sounds about right,” he readily admitted.  Rex and Kix helped Fives and Echo climb to their feet and walk over to a hoverchair that would take Echo to the Halls of Healing.  Fives refused to let go of his riduur’s hand for one second (which might have made things a little more difficult for Kix since Echo only had one hand ((What the hell happened to Echo?)) and half an arm).

           Before Kix could start herding them off to get checked over, Rex pulled both Fives and Echo into a soft keldabe each.  “I’m really happy for you both,” he murmured, clapped them both on their shoulders, and then went back to talk to those strange vod’e.

           Master Che and Knight Eerin figured that Echo would need several surgeries to remove all the apparatuses in their body, as well as new prostheses.  It would be a long recovery, but Fives didn’t mind in the slightest.  He would support Echo in every way he could, through rough physical therapy, countless surgeries, and awful PTSD.  He would gladly help them with it all with a simple joy that Echo was alive.

           Over the coming months, the Separatists officially surrendered and the treaties all signed, the clones were given their rights, and they now had a planet they could colonize themselves.  As amazing as each of those things were, none of them filled Fives with the exquisite joy of being able to hold his riduur again. They’d get to live a happy life together and that was all that truly mattered.

#clone/clone #clone shipping #fives/echo #echo5 #they all live #no one dies #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #clone trooper echo #clone trooper fives #cloneshipweek2021 #day 5 | reunion

[punkscowardschampions]

Casey & Janis Pt.6

Janis: [‘you think you can take my whole hand, Case?’ tracing our remaining fingers around your hole ‘I take all your dick, don’t I’ moving like you’re in fast forward it’s so uninhibited and out of control]

Casey: [‘it’s not up to me’ cos gotta echo what she just said however impossible speaking seems to be atm ‘to do owt but keep up with you anyway’ cos so proud of her for taking all this all the time truly]

Janis: [kissing you like it’s a first kiss to directly contrast the fact we’re pushing more fingers inside you and riding your dick so aggressively it’s ridiculous ‘you’ve always kept up with me, there’s never been any doubt’]

Casey: [his levels of determination to see this through and not die before she’s done getting her whole hand up there are actually adorable despite the feralness of everything else always, god bless you, boy, we stan you looking so cute whilst being so hot at the same time]

Janis: [stroking his red cheeks so tenderly like we aren’t fist fucking you whilst you fuck us, moaning ‘you should see how good you’re doing’ because we’re so impressed honestly ‘do whatever you need to me to make you cum, please’]

Casey: [how she sounds on that moan as well as what she says getting to him SO much that he has to kiss her with a mouthful of blood because of how hard he’s bitten his tongue about it to try and keep this going forever]

Janis: [when you have to let this blood run down your throat to make you gag into this kiss because nothing else will do when you’re this far gone, yet these kisses are so soft and also on your bitten tongue ‘cos must comfort you whilst still v much carrying on the antics ‘you’re throbbing, I can feel how much you need to explode’]

Casey: [he will HAVE TO because she did so many of his fave things into that kiss, aside from the fact these antics are very much still going on, and that she literally gave him full permission to at the end there, how could he not, he’s only human]

Janis: [the way we’re expanding all of our fingers as wide as we can inside you when you do, losing all control of the rest of our body as you cum inside us because of course it’s making us cum, spilling some of this blood from our mouth down our chest and onto our stomach and yours]

Casey: [we always say this but I genuinely don’t know how y’all are recovering from that, gonna be here dead for a WHILE, nevertheless will be drawing a heart with his finger in some of that blood on her whilst y’all are recovering]

Janis: [truly we’re so dead and that has just ended us again, not us using your own cum to draw one on you back]

Casey: [who else would find that the most romantic gesture ever if not this boy, y’all are fated and how he’s looking at and smiling at her is adorable]

Janis: [‘put a million babies in me’ then doing a stupid smile because we can’t think of any clever or emotional enough way to say how much we love you rn, we’re too dead]

Casey: [‘I dunno how you’ve not worked it out yourself, mate, but that’s not how babies get made’ cos can’t resist the bants ever lol]

Janis: [‘keep trying ‘til we get it right’ nudging you with our head like shh]

Casey: [‘okay’ so soft and affectionate and in love]

Janis: [‘okay’ with the happiest of sighs]

Casey: [so glad y’all are the opposite of squeamish because it’d be a miracle if there wasn’t some actual poo floating in this bath as if baby me had appeared ready to blame Trace for the antics, and y’all are in no position to be getting out of here quick and in horror]

Janis: [lmao oh boo, you do amuse me, the way neither of you would even bat an eyelid is iconic tbh]

Casey: [gonna be amazing parents because there’s nothing capable of grossing them out]

Janis: [literally, god bless, not going to rush you but you will need to get out of this bath eventually, just looking at you like oh boy, because the state we’re both in now]

Casey: [let it start to go cold again and you can then when one of you shivers or something, for now, just chilling, trying to go back to breathing in a way that isn’t totally insane, looking at the girl he loves like the non verbal equivalent of the softest hey whilst also doing the checks that she’s okay and he didn’t hurt her more than either of y’all would want]

Janis: [just doing a tiny nod that makes us do the hoarsest laugh of all time ‘I’m so good’ sounding like a brag but not unwarranted anyway, just attempting to relax all his muscles and not get distracted by how hot he is]

Casey: [doing his own nod and a blush cos not over how good she was, to the extent that he has to bury his face and listen to her heartbeat because not okay with the reminders his mind is throwing at him happening this soon]

Janis: [just cuddling him, also trying not to remember suffocating him with our boob, failing but at least not repeating what we’re reminiscing on here, making our heart thud even more]

Casey: [there’s no way he wouldn’t be remembering that either and how he dropped the m word not at all casually, making a quiet lil but very !! noise about it]

Janis: [shhing you but you can hear the !! in it because we don’t want to mean it ‘you can say it whenever you want, too’ because he said it about the d word so we gotta]

Casey: [‘til she gets mardy enough to haunt us’ with the exact tone you would use to express the idea of your dead mum showing up rn of all moments, v awkward of you Debbie, excuse you hun]

Janis: [‘be typical of mine to bother showing now’ like quite the party, thanks Caleb but we’re shrugging ‘it ain’t like it’s about him, beyond the issues, of course’]

Casey: [shaking his head and probably accidentally tickling her because he has not moved, cos she doesn’t have the level of daddy issues so many girls he’s slept with have]

Janis: [smoothing his hair down with some water like hey ‘it’s alright, if you’re headwrecked or you ain’t’ because let’s not start judging each other now, imagine]

Casey: [lifting his head to look at her because she knows him so well and vice versa at this point there’s nothing that needs to be said about what issues you both do or don’t have and there’s defs no judgement for any of it]

Janis: [‘I don’t care, you can take any of it back at any time’ 🤏 with it though because we have to be honest that we may be a tiny bit gutted but you know what we’re saying as well as we understand your look]

Casey: [‘I’d care, it’d bother me if I did that to you’ the unspoken but SO loud I’m not jimothy and I refuse to go back on things I’ve said and done being beyond blatant]

Janis: [‘it’s not the stuff that matters’ because entirely different if you turned around and said you didn’t want to be with us now, then we would have to kill you and die]

Casey: [‘it matters in its own right’ cos y’all spend so much time being feral how could it not if you just turned around and was like actually none of that was legit bye]

Janis: [put your hands up like okay, fair point ‘you know what I mean too’ just like doing something once doesn’t mean you got to again, of course]

Casey: [‘I get it’ cos he do, always, stroking her hair as softly as she did his not long ago ‘can’t not get you’ cos she always be making fair points herself and also he just knows her that well]

Janis: [tapping his head how we do like yeah ‘well in there by now’ because you just know each other that well and have for a long time by this point]

Casey: [‘deep as’ not making that sentence a full one cos we all know he’s referring to the feral antics without it having to be said]

Janis: [still out here making dramatic af sounds because it’s WAY too soon to be remotely over it in a physical or emotional sense tah, laying our head on your chest to hear your heartbeat instead of our own in our ears ‘you’re the fittest boy in the whole world’]

Casey: [‘can’t keep up with you at that, like’ when you’re not even insecure remotely and you don’t mean it like that, she just is the fittest and literally a model and you’re never over it]

Janis: [‘yes you can’ grumpily like you hush now ‘you’re so-‘ tutting at ourself to cut us off ‘don’t start me on that again, like’ because we’ll only get carried away and we all know it]

Casey: [amusement you can hear in his voice ‘alright’ cos you likewise know sir you’ve gotta eventually get out of this bath and she’ll have to go to the effort of re-doing his bandages thanks to how wet they got ‘gutted if you was struck off’ bad nurses bants cos you both know she’s made him feel the most better possible in the sauciest way ‘so I’ll be a top patient, promise, best you’ll ever have’]

Janis: [‘be my luck’ ‘cos you’re such a terrible patient but we’re saying it with too much love to be taken seriously about it, absentmindedly rubbing the edge of these bandages between our finger and thumb ‘you are getting much better at doing what you’re told’ flashing a quick LOOK at you because we know what we’re referring to lol]

Casey: [turning her quick LOOK into a more lingering one cos always gotta make things even more extra than they were, especially in this feral era, no notes lol]

Janis: [we’ll be here blushing ‘I-’ because don’t even know where to begin ‘should be washing you, now that you’re here’ because truly, may as well now, get this shower back and on a comfortable temperature]

Casey: [‘too right, you’ as if it’s purely all her fault, because that’s how it feels, he’s just here getting derailed constantly by everything he feels and y’all can’t get anything done except the sauciest of antics, but of course he nods when she’s gonna make the attempt like go on cos it makes sense]

Janis: [‘best behaviour all ‘round’ like I heard and I’m on board, you try lads, you really do; if you start at the bottom and work your way up, you can navigate the uninjured areas like his feet and legs first]

Casey: [the absolute spitting image of the smirking emoji like sure Jan because he has no faith in y’all not to get distracted and even less desire for that best behaviour obvs, demonstrating this by childishly kicking some water at her since they are uninjured and he can]

Janis: [😯 like how very dare you x2, tickling the bottom of the foot you are holding like I can make you behave one way or another]

Casey: [his lols because that’s such a ticklish spot bringing Chubby in from wherever he was snoozing like HELLO parents so he’s like ‘I get it, you’ll be sorted now there’s reinforcements’ as if she summoned him cos he’s a big baby and thus the big guns]

Janis: [‘he can show you how to behave, more like’ which is half a drag because he’s still a baby and not fully trained but much better than you is the vibe, hence giving this pup some love]

Casey: [not this boy just wrecking this bathroom even further because we all know he’ll just be aiming this shower head at Chubby in his mouth so he can bite it and wherever else he wants to playfully like pounce on it bub etc etc, oh the fucks he don’t give ‘what were it you was saying?’ like I’m soz I didn’t catch that over the sounds of this dog misbehaving lol]

Janis: [just watching this carnage unfurl, shaking our head like we’re so unamused but we’re blatantly unable to keep the smile off our face because Chubby is such a fool ‘you’re giving yourself a lot to live up to’ like how are we going to top this mess being made 😏]

Casey: [just unwrapping one of his many bandages and wrapping Chubby up like he’s a mummy with it, nbd, until he eventually gets them off and then starts zooming around with them like a mad fool, thus disappearing temporarily so giving him a look like oh okay bye and giving her a LOOK like where were we and let’s see]

Janis: [slowly unwrapping the rest because fresh will be necessary at this point, and really lightly touching the now exposed skin with our fingers ‘how does it feel?’ quietly, in contrast to the running water and this dog zooming in the background]

Casey: [when the way he winces, physically and the verbal equivalent, speak for him, as does the fact he’s not bothering to hide either from her ‘but I’ll be okay’ his tone making it known he means rn even because he’s got her and she is taking such good care of him, feral antics aside]

Janis: [holding the shower as far away as we can so the water that hits you isn’t too much even, but the heat from it should be nice, as well as the benefit of staying as clean as we can for the antiseptic and bandaging to be worth the effort you’re going to ‘you will be’ nodding and smiling a little when we meet your eye like it’s true and we mean it, this is shit but it will all heal, giving each area a tiny kiss as we move the water to another part of him that has been covered by bandaging]

Casey: [‘you’ll have both of us back out working soon as, you keep all that up’ as if it’s the little kisses and the little kisses only that are doing it, closing his eyes as if she’s doing so much more than she is because he isn’t used to softness yet, y’all haven’t been together long enough]

Janis: [‘no one has to know, point of a sickie, ain’t it’ like we can keep quiet how healed you are, don’t worry ‘relax’ as his eyes are closing like that’s right]

Casey: [‘longest I’ve had’s [a number of days] when [an illness I won’t commit us to because we might decide to go back and do it one day cos the era before you get together is always a fun one]’ like remember, cos who would he have let look after him even slightly if not her and smiling about whatever he’s remembering from then when she did, keeping his eyes closed cos she basically told him to therefore he must]

Janis: [being like oh yeah, now I do ‘trying to age me, even then’ ‘cos of course we would’ve been actually concerned, clearly weren’t just a cold and like you said, who else was actually going to be able to help ‘can’t get you out of Irish now but…’ like you better think this is better lmao, now being the time we’re focusing on washing your butt and the like because we do need to spend some time there making sure we didn’t hurt you and giving some TLC]

Casey: [‘never worked though, did it?’ like you’re still STUNNING it’s fine ‘and I could get myself out of Irish no bother, but…’ shoutout to that school counsellor lady who did fuck all but that, cos obviously this is better and whatever he’s remembering is clearly also a mood even if it was purely just the fact Janis obviously really cared so he therefore can’t even commit to the bants, especially not of pretending we liked her more]

Janis: [‘didn’t let me skive with you though, did you’ ‘cos I can see it now, you’d want her to, obviously, but then Jimmy would obviously want to stay home too and Casey would be FUMING like go away lol]

Casey: [‘letting you now, aren’t I?’ cos that’s the absolute TEA of how it would’ve happened, you’re so right for that my boo, so talking about making up for lost time is more of the vibe than dwelling on any of that, LOVE that you’re calling this a skive when you couldn’t possibly be more injured]

Janis: [doing a little ha like okay, true ‘I am paying for this room, like’ like who’s letting who skive really but we’re likewise getting distracted being v thorough about this clean up]

Casey: [I don’t even need to say that whatever sassy retort he thought about making isn’t happening because of how thorough she’s being rn, can only bite his lip so that he’s not once again being indecent thanks to those vivid flashbacks, we all know it]

Janis: [‘sorry’ like he’s mad about it remotely, making a big show of composing yourself like this is SUCH serious business, we all remember ‘I can take care of you without…’ prove it honestly because it’s been no time at all lmao]

Casey: [when the sorry would get to him too because the reminder pre your first hookup when you were both just pretending you were gonna sleep and trying to get comfy for it, soz boy there’s nowhere to hide, all these flashbacks happening and her literally able to see you getting turned on as it’s occurring and exactly how much you are ‘we don’t need to go without, I ain’t dying, and anyway, there’s the send off I’d be after if I were about to’]

Janis: [good thing you aren’t shy because we are just staring at you getting turned on, unrepentantly despite the sorry we gave you ‘what are you thinking about?’ because we wanna know]

Casey: [I’d have to go re-read to do it but for you sir there’s been no time and you’d remember it vividly obvs so just recount every moment from the first sorry to just before y’all actually went for it, as if you’re leaving her on a cliffhanger]

Janis: [the way we’d obviously be able to flawlessly continue that story because imprinted in our memory forever, never mind how fresh it is currently making it what your head basically defaults to]

Casey: [just here listening intently as though every word and moment isn’t likewise imprinted, getting more and more turned on by the second nbd]

Janis: [‘It’ll never not be mad to me, that I’m allowed to touch you now, whenever we like’ because what a ride from never alone basically to this, emphasising the word touch by doing just that, but with our foof so you can feel how turned on we are too to make it fair]

Casey: [‘and however’ cos y’all are into some freaky shit so that feels like an addition that needs to be tacked on like can’t believe we get to do all that, even if it’s basically fully a moan when he says it]

Janis: [‘every way’ which we sincerely mean, whether there is actually a line for y’all or not, we feel like we want to do everything it is possible to do with you]

Casey: [kissing her EXACTLY like he did the first time ever, a not at all casual perfect reenactment without even trying just cos of how vividly you were both talking and thinking about that moment]

Janis: [‘we’ve never used a condom’ because all this reminiscing has you thinking about all your many hookups by this point, clearly thrilled by this revelation, it would be a hassle how many you’d get through]

Casey: [‘can guarantee you’re already paying too much for this room’ like we’d be bankrupt if you had to start buying them as well, where’s the lie, but we all know he’s buzzing too and how unlike him that is]

Janis: [tutting like you’re telling me because this isn’t ideal but we couldn’t bear to be anywhere else ‘but you said you’d live in the car with me’ because he did]

Casey: [‘I’d live on the streets outside that crackhead pharmacy with you’ cos he would, so sincerely ‘anywhere, even my dad’s again’]

Janis: [‘he’d only allow that to have the pleasure of calling me a fatherless black slag to my face’ but we’re placing our body protectively over yours like no, you’re not going anywhere near him]

Casey: [‘I’d not allow it, I didn’t’ cos we all know how this brawl with Ian started properly and it was with him slagging Janis off so]

Janis: [‘he can think what he likes, you love me’ because we aren’t interested Ian, so soz ‘I’ll put up with worse than his to be with you’]

Casey: [‘I know you would, but you won’t have to put up with nowt from nobody, not for as long as I’m with you’ can and would fight the entire world and is promising to, nbd]

Janis: [‘you aren’t going anywhere’ playfully using our arm to pin you to this bath, not hard enough you are injured or couldn’t actually get out but you get the point ‘mine’]

Casey: [getting out of it but only so that he can give her the biggest and most dramatic hug he is able]

Janis: [hugging you back with as little concern to your injuries as we can manage because we want it to be a proper hug ‘thank you, for standing up for me even though I didn’t deserve it’]

Casey: [‘neither of us deserve his bollocks’ because deep down you know that you don’t either boy even though it goes against every instinct and everything Ian ever did to make you think you do]

Janis: [‘no one does’ with a sad noise because too real, stroking your bruised face right now]

Casey: [‘nobody else’ll have to’ looking at where baby Jac is when he says this like don’t worry gal under NO circumstances will you or anybody of your generation have to be around him ‘it stops here, with me’ cos Jimothy and Bobby severed that tie long before you did so yeah, end of the line Ian you bitch]

Janis: [pressing our forehead against yours in the most comforting manner because we know how big a deal this is for you and how much it means to us that you would even try ‘if it’s just me and you for the rest of our lives and everyone else hates me, I’d still need you and choose you’]

Casey: [‘bit rude of us to say I wouldn’t be fuming about it, what with you in exile instead of plastered on the side of a building, but you know I’d not, you heard, you’re everything I want’ cos he said that I saw it in the re-read]

Janis: [‘I’ve always been that, and you too, I can’t belong with or to anyone else’ like we have to be together, wherever and however we have to make it happen]

Casey: [‘you’re mine and I’m yours, end of’ cos yep hard agree, kissing her again as if it needs further emphasis]

Janis: [‘we were just meant to be together, end up like this’ inbetween kisses, sitting in your lap, letting the water run over you as a pair]

Casey: [doing the trying to pull her closer thing even though she can’t be ‘just like this’ and you know how it sounds because of how turned on he was and is]

Janis: [‘I’m not sorry, I’m really not, if every thing Ian said was true, I still wouldn’t be’ pulling his wrist we bit on that first time to us to see if the mark is still there]

Casey: [regardless of whether it’s faded remotely or not, putting said wrist to her mouth so she can bite it again because of course he wants her to]

Janis: [and we will because it’s necessary for you to have injuries you want and consented to, if you ask us lol, maintaining eye contact because we’re fully in our emotions recalling how far we’ve come and how we got to here]

Casey: [doing his wiping her eyes though she’s not crying move while he maintains the eye contact, to signify that he gets how she’s in her emotions and why and it’s a hard same]

Janis: [‘one day’ because he still hasn’t cried and we feel like we’ve never cried so much in our entire life as we have since this entire situation, busying ourself licking the trail of blood going from his wrist to his elbow, so you can be extra about how you look doing that]

Casey: [literally does not blink the entire time she’s doing that, even though big blinks are as close as he can get to crying and he’d love to give her that but soz we can’t miss a second here, until he pulls her into a kiss to taste the blood obvs, close your eyes then please hun, we know y’all don’t always and it’s unsettling]

Janis: [just happily coating every corner of your mouth in your blood with our tongue right now, taking it very seriously like if you want a taste you’ll get a taste, baby ‘I ain’t gonna bleed for ages’ thinking about the period you aren’t having and won’t probably until you’re done breastfeeding Jameson lowkey]

Casey: [defs biting her earlobe for that throwback and so he can be as extra about the blood trail as she just was, cos not like that but it’s a promise that he’ll keep making her bleed as many ways as he can]

Janis: [using your blood to write your name on his chest because we’re !! and in big love]

Casey: [giving her BIGGEST heart eyes for that cos hard same]

Janis: [just licking your name on his face, even if there’s not enough blood lingering that it stays once the spit has dried, just to be ferally adorable about it ‘we don’t have to leave’ as if this has just hit you because lowkey kinda like we keep forgetting that apart from Bobby thinking you should be back, no one else does and you haven’t run away with a deadline to return]

Casey: [when it then likewise hits you too that you have nowhere to be unlike when y’all ran away before, he doesn’t even have a job to go to rn, oh the freedom, hence he can’t help doing the BIGGEST grin about it ‘loads of time for us to find you a house’ cos she said she wanted one before and we haven’t forgotten]

Janis: [doing a slightly unhinged laugh because this all seems very unreal and like you’re just playing a game still because it’s obviously not sunk in that the place you shared with Jimmy is not home now, you can’t expect that to hit when most of your stuff is still there and so is he ‘crackhead pharmacy doorway might be more like it’ because the fear setting in]

Casey: [shaking his head because job or no job he can do slightly better than that and he intends to, drawing the childlike shape of a house, aka a square with a triangle on top of it and then squares for windows and a door, on her stomach like he’s literally putting a roof over baby Jac’s head]

Janis: [drawing said baby in one window and Chubby in another but realising this is probably getting a little too complex to translate to him so just smiling down at your stomach like never mind ‘least my mum’s has lots of rooms’ quietly but like, we aren’t totally fucked, if everything goes wrong ‘barely even lived there before-’ before you met Jimmy and then just moved yourself in]

Casey: [when you were drawing a v simple tree shape like oh I forgot they’ll absolutely need a garden because obvs picked up on her vibe if not the drawing itself, but then she says that and it’s like OH because feeling like she doesn’t think he can actually follow through on this plan, so of course his finger stops dead]

Janis: [when you don’t realize what you’ve said and how he could’ve taken that but obviously the vibe has SHIFTED immediately so you’re just looking back up at him like ? ‘not saying it’d be ideal’ with a shrug like maybe he just hates the idea of having to live with your mother]

Casey: [100000% NOT looking at her which is rare for him and therefore signals the absolute drama in a way he isn’t cos just still here seeming to be lowkey while having an internal monologue rage at him ‘nah, you’re only saying it’ll be necessary’ but so quietly it’s basically under his breath and more to himself than you]

Janis: [when you suddenly feel v exposed for the both of you being in this bath right now just like oh no, this isn’t right, turning the shower head off more because you don’t know what else to do than having any kind of concrete plan here, looking away because he won’t look at you and you’re trying to meet on whatever level he’s on, even though you do not get it ‘why is it suddenly the end of the world?’ pretty quietly too because you’re genuinely trying to work it out]

Casey: [‘you don’t reckon I can give you all that, do you?’ his tone making it sound not at all like a question because he’s already made him mind up that deep down that must be what she thinks]

Janis: [‘I’m not asking you to give me anything’ incredulous like is that who you think I am ‘it’s a joint fucking effort or it don’t work, if I’ve learnt anything, like’]

Casey: [‘you know what I fucking mean’ cos of course we’re getting angry about it, tis still his default emotion ‘and it ain’t gonna work, you still seeing us as that dickhead’ said like you aren’t the same 22 year old bartender but we all get what you mean sir, you had your role and the way you behaved and it was all not that long ago]

Janis: [‘I ain’t’ firmly because we’re not, whether you’re referring to the dickhead you were or the dickhead Jimothy was, we’re doing neither]

Casey: [‘I ain’t him’ not this being said like a negative instead of a positive for the first time ever as if she thinks because you didn’t have to be middle aged woman levels of responsible as a teen like Jimothy she therefore thinks you’re a irresponsible flop, also not this boy trying to diva storm out of this bath like he’s uninjured, he’ll be hurting himself and that’ll only escalate things so that’s great and a smart move, thanks boy]

Janis: [we saw that coming but also saw no way to stop you that wouldn’t make you as angry if not moreso so we had to let you do it, mistake though it was, you’re allowed to wanna get out of this close proximity and vulnerable nakedness, throwing a towel in his direction because that’s the best we can offer ‘til you are ready for us to rebandage and that moment is definitely not now ‘thank fuck’ like that’s basically the entire point ‘if I wanted to be with him, if it still worked, then I could be’ because we’ve had times to turn this ship around and could still beg and plead if we thought that was the right thing to do]

Casey: [‘don’t I bloody know it’ oh the insecurity of thinking if he does one thing wrong or lets her down ever she could just go back really just fully jumping out there and he can’t even sound as angry and ! as he wants because he’s clearly hurt, such fun]

Janis: [when you are itching to help him but you don’t want him to say no go away because you can’t handle that possibility right now, running your fingers through your hair and making eye contact via the bathroom mirror because it’s better than nothing but not confrontational ‘it doesn’t work and it wouldn’t, you know that’ like it’s never going to happen and that’s about Jimmy, not about us and this relationship ‘the last thing I wanted was you feeling the pressure to be perfect, that’s it’ dropping whatever you were trying to clean up in this mess of a bathroom because truly, just thinking this is our trait and we make the people we love kill themselves trying to give us what we feel like we haven’t even asked for]

Casey: [‘it isn’t gonna be perfect, a shithole for a bit, more like, might be ages even, I’m not thick, I fucking know that, but you should that it still don’t mean you need a back up plan’ when you’re just like I can do it, we can, so !!, hence he’s gotta look at her finally]

Janis: [‘don’t you think I know how much this is already, you didn’t ask for half of it, the fucking baby-’ stopping to do some dramatic breaths because truly, what a mistake, soz Baby Jac, the timing is so bad ‘I’m not trying to repeat my mistakes and fuck you over like I did him’ turning around to properly make eye contact because we want to be understood here like please]

Casey: [‘he never, but all this is exactly what I asked for, fuck knows who off ‘cause I used to reckon it was a massive load of bollocks, but I wanted it, and here I am finally getting my way’ the eye contact has never been more dramatic ‘she’s not a mistake to me’ cos soz bad timing or not it’s simply true]

Janis: [‘do you still want it?’ because getting hung up on that past tense, excuse us, trying to say it as plainly as you can because we want to know the truth and not be placated, obviously, but we had to clear our throat several times before the words would come out like that]

Casey: [thanks for all the throat clearing giving him however much time he needs to walk over to her, hurt as he is, and close this gap between y’all because of course he does, we all know it ‘I want her and you and him in there, however fucked the roof is’]

Janis: [just taking the time it takes to sit you on the toilet, crouching in front of you so we’re eye level still because neither of you needs to feel patronized right now ‘I want it too’ making eye contact like you better believe me, boy]

Casey: [‘It’s alright if you want your mum an’ all’ that sounds a bit patronising but we know he means it so sincerely cos of how much he wants his own, despite everything]

Janis: [‘I don’t want you to feel like there’s nowhere to turn, that you’re trapped with me’ because we know that this is going to wreck things with Jimmy and Bobby for you, maybe forever, and you’re also promising you won’t see Ian and it sounds like a recipe for disaster ‘I’m not losing you because I don’t let you know that we’re in this together, in every way’]

Casey: [‘it’s not you gets me trapped’ because we all know that it’s his bloody parents fault, Ian especially and we also know that Jimothy and Bobby have not helped his issues either ‘and you’re the only one who bothers to get us out when I am, I worked out we was in this together first time you done that’]

Janis: [resting our arms on your legs so we’re not yet dealing with your injured body because don’t want to distract from the fact we are properly listening and taking this all in but also making contact because we would like to help you right now too ‘you don’t need to doubt that I want to be with you, ever’]

Casey: [‘I just love you so fucking much’ getting blurted out and coming out with a sigh like ugh cos he do hate it when he gets angry at you gal]

Janis: [‘sorry’ like he’s sighing about loving you, trying to be bants but we’re both feeling a little too insecure for comfort right now ‘you’re right for me means you’re right for me, I’ve always said that’]

Casey: [shaking his head like no I’m sorry, burying his head into her how he do because comfort is needed by both of you here in this moment]

Janis: [cradling your head basically because we can hug you a little tighter like this right now whereas going for your body would be a mistake ‘I love you, okay, we will get everything we want’]

Casey: [‘I have’ from within this snuggle ‘not let us down yet and I won’t you’]

Janis: [‘you never have’ kissing his forehead somewhat frenziedly because that was scary for you both and we’re so glad we’re back to this]

Casey: [he has to do it back as intensely like we’re sealing that thought into both of our heads rn immediately]

Janis: [‘just ‘cos it’s intense, doesn’t mean it’s not what I want, we are intense’ said like it’s a good thing because to us it is and always has been]

Casey: [‘yeah, we are’ as he’s giving her the most intense kisses everywhere and anywhere he can reach without having to move too much and hurt himself]

Janis: [doing lowkey little grrs because you need to bandage this boy back up, and get some ice but you wanna just let him kiss you forever ‘and I’m obsessed with you’ as a *add on]

Casey: [‘we’re obsessed with each other’ like a * correction, pulling her into his lap like be closer thank you]

Janis: [‘if they cut us open, you’d be all the way through me, like a stick of rock or something, right out the other side’ saying this in your face because doing excessively close eye contact now]

Casey: [‘she’ll behave better than that’ said like you’re more than a bit gutted Baby Jac won’t be the cause of her having to be cut open and thus him being able to see that, cos how real it feels to him too]

Janis: [‘tell her she has to be’ like use your daddy powers thanks because not trying to lose our core muscles like that]

Casey: [doing it obvs, telling baby Jac all about her mother’s job and athletic prowess etc etc, including when jc used to run and sparr together so you can have an adorable reminisce and Janis will be able to hear in his voice how much all of that meant and means to him, shamelessly bigging her up so much with it all but where’s the lie tbh]

Janis: [it meant a lot to us too because it was lowkey the only thing we knew what to do with ourself for ages and to have someone get that was important ‘your daddy has to rest so I can beat him again’ shouldn’t say your but we simply have to, I’m sorry, the emotions are too real]

Casey: [resting his head on her stomach as if she meant he has to rest rn immediately obvs ‘to beat your mummy again’ whispered to baby Jac as a *]

Janis: [smiling down at you ‘don’t be telling lies, she already loves you without’]

Casey: [‘and you do, when I win’ like thank god cos I ALWAYS do lol lol]

Janis: [shaking our head like oh yeah? 😏 ‘I might miss being pinned by you’ like just a smidge]

Casey: [when he forgets himself and tries to do it because so used to doing whatever she wants, but then it’s a big yikes and even bigger ouch moment with how he moved, soz sir but that’s your reality rn]

Janis: [‘come on’ like that’s enough, put my foot down ‘comfier on the bed’ as we’re leading him that way, picking up supplies on the way so we can compress these injuries again]

Casey: [gotta let her boy, even if you can’t resist a ‘fuck’s sake’ for how frustrating these injuries are]

Janis: [just making the I know noise because we do, no getting around how annoying it is to not be on top form ‘[his fave takeaway vibe] will soften the blow’ because we have to go get ice so may as well]

[hannah-schooler]

i heard you were doing requests so i was thinking queen annes lance for hurt ahsoka and anakin please?

Hey friend!! Thanks so much for the ask, I loved writing this one!!

From these flower dialogue prompts

Queen Anne's Lace—"Who did this to you?"

This one also got really long so if you'd rather read it on AO3 you can do that here. Story continued below the cut!!

Stepping off the transport into the Temple hangar, all Ahsoka could think about was getting a hot meal and an even hotter shower. She was exhausted in every sense of the word. She wouldn’t have been at all surprised if, at any moment, her knees buckled and sent her crashing to the floor.

Chewbacca, the Wookie who had been trapped on the moon with them, seemed to notice, and stuck a little closer to her side during their conversation.

Then Ahsoka’s mind was lighting up like a supernova and the crowd parted to give her a view of her Master rushing her way. The mixture of concern and relief and worry plastering itself on his face for all to see nearly had her come undone right there.

There was not a doubt in her mind that he’d searched for her ceaselessly the entire time she was missing. And while, in the end, he didn’t find her—after meeting the abandoned younglings—it meant everything to be able to know absolutely that he tried.

There was Plo Koon, calling her Little ‘Soka with kind words. There was Chewbacca, and a paw on her shoulder telling her goodbye.

And then there was Anakin. Hands on her shoulders replacing the breath-stealing hug he couldn’t give her in front of the Council. His kind eyes deep and searching her for injuries. There were his apologies, and the self-loathing she felt from him turned her stomach.

It had never been his fault. He was the only reason she had survived in the first place.

A sharp, stinging pain on the side of her abdomen had a grimace crossing her face. It was a stark reminder of the adrenaline leaving her body. Of how battered she was after that last battle with the Trandoshan leader.

Not missing a beat, Anakin swept his gaze over her. Taking in the bruises, the dirt, the blood—Ahsoka was sure she looked like hell.

A gentle hand on her shoulder guided her toward the Temple. “Come on,” Anakin said. “Medbay.”

She was too tired to protest, so she followed him out.

Ahsoka awoke to harsh lights. She didn’t remember much of her visit to the Healers, only yelling and a sedative after her injuries proved to be much worse than she’d even realized.

She squeezed her eyes shut, groaning at the aching sensation plaguing her entire body. She could feel the thickness of bandages wrapped around her, smell the cloying sweetness of bacta in the air.

She took stock of her body first. Hefty dressings on her abdomen—A deep swipe of Trandoshan claws. A brace around her ankle—the crack she’d heard upon landing from the dropship. The stiffness of bacta patches pulling her skin—every hit she’d taken that had no doubt left her skin more black and blue than orange.

Slowly, Ahsoka sat up. It took several moments with her hand pressed against her eyes for the room to stop spinning, and only then did she take stock of the presence nearby.

It burned hot and fast through the bond in the back of her mind. An aching pit of anger and fear. And it was coming from Anakin.

She glanced over to see him sitting in a chair next to her bed, forearms braced against his knees. At her movement he looked up, and his face was impassive. Cold in a way she hated to see. Skyguy was always warm. Always wore his heart on his sleeve.

“How do you feel?” he asked quietly.

Ahsoka eyed him. “Like I got run over by a tank.”

Instead of the chuckle she’d hoped for, Anakin’s face only hardened further. He looked toward the door for a long moment while Ahsoka waited in silence.

“Who did this to you?” he finally asked. His voice was still soft but beneath it he was seething. She could feel it in the Force—his anger. It was roiling. A boiling ocean, and if he let it, it would drown both of them.

In one swift movement, he was on his feet. Pacing was nothing new for her Master, but his sharp movements reminded her of the sharks she’d seen on ocean planets. Their body language turned jerky and aggressive right before they attacked.

He pulled to a stop at the foot of her bed, hands wrapped around the bar there. She heard metal creak and couldn’t decide if it was his prosthetic straining, or if he was crushing the hospital bed beneath his grip.

“They won’t get away with this,” he murmured. And now he was starting to scare her. Anakin’s anger was normally a fire. He was explosive in short, sharp bursts that dissipated as easily as they’d begun. But this was glacial. This was something that burned low and slow—an ice that took centuries to melt.

“Master.” Her voice was small, even to her own hearing.

“I’ll find them. They don’t get to hurt you like that and just—”

“Anakin.” Her shout brought his attention back to her. His eyes were wide and surprised like he hadn’t just been plotting murder right in front of her.

“Stop it,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Ahsoka, they—they hurt you. They hunted you like an animal.”

“Stop it!” she repeated when his hands began to curl into fists once more. She didn’t remember when she started crying, but warm tracks of tears were falling down her cheeks. “I need you more than you need revenge right now.”

She didn’t truly know if it was her tears or her words that caused Anakin’s face to fall, but suddenly he was her big brother again. All warmth and safety and strong arms that wrapped around her and pulled her against his chest.

She sobbed, finally falling apart after the terror she’d suppressed in order to survive finally came through. Anakin just let her, a gentle hand sweeping up and down her back, careful to only ghost over the many bruises littering her skin.

She clutched his tunics in her fists, not caring about the tears and snot probably staining them. He wouldn’t either. She knew he’d let her ruin all his clothes if that’s what she needed. Ahsoka felt him settle next to her on the bed, and readjusted her position so she was leaning into his chest, one of his legs behind her while the other dangled towards the floor.

“I’m sorry, ‘Soka,” he murmured into her montrals. “I’m so sorry.”

A few moments, or perhaps hours, later, her breathing finally returned to normal. Heaving sobs dissolving into the occasional whimper or sharp breath. Healer Eerin came in at one point to change Ahsoka’s bandages.

She stared numbly at her wounds as the Mon Calamari woman redressed them, and Anakin kept a soft hand on her back the whole time.

When she was finished, the healer took both of Ahsoka’s hands in hers and looked Ahsoka straight in the eye. “Rest, little one,” she said in the soothing, calm tone all the healers had. “You are safe now.”

Anakin nodded his head at her, a soft “Thanks, Bant,” leaving his mouth.

Ahsoka curled up against him again and let him rock her softly side to side. His chin came to rest in the valley between her montrals and she gave a soft laugh. The action never failed to amuse her, mostly because Anakin had taken to doing it in the first week of their partnership, simply to remind her how small she was. It had started out annoying—had Ahsoka wishing it was appropriate to hit your Jedi Master—but ultimately turned endearing, a way he kept her close.

“You’re safe, Snips,” He repeated Healer Eerin’s words in a whisper. His presence, surrounding her physically and in the Force, only emphasized his sentiment. “You’re home.”

She didn’t recall falling asleep, but she rose to wakefulness still in Anakin’s arms and now covered with a blanket. She was still tired—still hungry and sore and in need of the longest shower of her life—but something in her soul had replenished as she slept.

Ahsoka glanced up to find Anakin still awake, his head turned toward the window and staring out into the distance.

He looked down at her and grinned. “Hey, kiddo. You hungry?”

“Starving,” Ahsoka muttered. “All I’ve eaten for a week is bugs.”

For a moment Anakin stared at her blankly, then he started laughing. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

“I did try it,” she deadpanned. “I’m knocking it.”

Anakin shook his head, messy hair flying into his face. It was more unruly than usual, and with that observation came others. The bags under his eyes were darker and more prominent. His face looked pale and gaunt—like he’d been eating as randomly and poorly as she had. His shoulders were still lined with tension.

She resisted the urge to sigh. Anakin had always been terrible about taking care of himself. From the minute she became his padawan it was always a team effort between her, Rex, and sometimes Obi-Wan to get him to sleep.

It appeared her capture had only exacerbated his bad habit.

“Obi-Wan should be back soon with Dex’s.”

“Thank the Force,” she breathed, deciding not to push the issue for now.

And speak of the Sith Lord and he shall appear. Master Obi-Wan pushed through the door to her room in the Halls of Healing only a beat later. His arms were laden with two takeout bags that read “Dex’s Diner” in big, red letters.

Obi-Wan settled onto the end of her hospital bed, placing the bags down between the three of them. Ahsoka practically scrambled away from Anakin to begin rifling through the food.

A plastic cup containing something thick and pink then settled into her line of sight. Ahsoka nearly squealed in delight at the milkshake. “Thank you, Master Obi-Wan,” she smiled.

“Yes, well.” His voice was the same cool, Coruscanti tone it always was, but his eyes were unbearably fond when he grinned at her. “Only the best for our little padawan.”

Obi-Wan dished out some more food—Anakin’s spicy curry, his own favorite pasta. Ahsoka’s nerf-burger with extra bacon and no vegetables just the way she liked it.

At the first bite, she nearly cried at how good it tasted.

“Here, Anakin.” When she looked up from the culinary miracle she held in her hands, she saw Obi-Wan with his arm outstretched, another milkshake—this one chocolate—in his hand.

Anakin took it slowly, eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t remember the last time you bought me a milkshake.”

Obi-Wan shrugged, looking away briefly before his eyes rested on Ahsoka for a moment. “All things considered, I thought you could both use something sweet.”

“Oh,” was the whispered answer out of Anakin’s mouth.

Breaking the silence that was quickly descending from nice to awkward, Ahsoka finished the last bite of her nerf-burger. “Is there more?” she asked quickly.

Broken out of their spell, Anakin laughed and handed her another foil wrapped burger. As they ate and talked and laughed, together again, Ahsoka glanced between the three of them.

Her time on the Trandoshan moon was already fading into a distant memory. And even if it came back to haunt her, Anakin and Obi-Wan would be there to help her through it. With strong arms and warm hugs. With soft smiles and milkshakes.

Anakin took a sip of his shake, slurping loudly through the straw. Obi-Wan fussed at him about “decorum” and “manners.”

Ahsoka smiled. She was home, now. She’d be okay.

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