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imjz - #1 "Are you drunk?"
Kix and Jesse (and Hardcase) is thats possible! (Alternately, Zeb and Kanan)
Teeny Tiny Mandalorian Kenobis
"Are you drunk yet?" Kanan is contemplating stealing another of the bottles from the case between him and the teenager across from him, and he slides a glance over at Zeb to try to gauge the Lasat's level of inebriation.
"Drunk enough. I think." Zeb is watching the rest of the small group they're sitting with, a rather confused expression on his face. "I thought clones were all like Captain Rex."
"The clone troopers, yes." Jica shrugs. "We're not troopers. Just the clones they bought after 66." She pauses, looking down at the crate of bottles they're gathered around. "Or didn't buy, really."
Kanan picks another bottle from the crate, though he doesn't crack it open. He needs to be a certain amount of sober to find the words for the question he's not sure he wants to ask, but he couldn't have asked it at all without being at least a little drunk. "Did anyone try to clone Master Billaba?"
"There aren't any among our set, but that doesn't mean there weren't ever any." Jica reaches down to pick her own bottle from the crate. "No one who left could ever take many. And the last ones to leave destroyed the samples, so there are least weren't any more after that."
He's not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed, and Kanan closes his eyes, letting out a long sigh.
hamelin-born - #13 "How can anyone not be afraid of love?"
Star Wars, TTMK, Obi-Wan Jr., any.
Word Count: 707
Characters: Obi-Wan Jr, with mentions of Padmé-Sister (clone), Darth Vader, Bariss Offee, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Rex, and the TTMK
Warnings: non-graphic child abuse and neglect
Teeny Tiny Mandalorian Kenobis: Love Is...
He is four years old, and he knows that he loves his father and his sister, and that his sister loves him. He never says it, because when he does, Father gets angry, even if Father isn't there. Father doesn't like it when Sister says it, either, but he's sad when she says it.
When he says it, Father locks him in his room, and tells the droids not to talk to him, and won't let Sister see him.
When Sister says it, Father only goes away, and leaves them alone for forever at a time.
So he knows never to say it, not to Father and not to Sister, because Father knows everything that's said. He tries not to think it too loud, either, because sometimes Father knows, and it's the same as if he'd said it.
He is eleven, and he knows that love is being alone and love is forgetting and love is being afraid. Padmé-Sister thinks love is hugs and holding his hand when they are allowed to see each other. When he remembers her. She doesn't know that love is lonely and afraid and forgotten.
Sometimes he wishes he were like Padmé-Sister, but he knows he can't be. He has to know love is cold and painful so she never does.
Teacher says love is pain and love is hurting and love is being hurt. She knows love like he does, and doesn't try to tell him it is the gentle thing Padmé-Sister thinks it is.
Love is protecting Padmé-Sister from the cold so she can keep thinking love is gentle and nice.
Love is making Father angry at him so he doesn't get angry at Padmé-Sister or Teacher or even the droids. It's better that way.
He is fourteen, and love is sand in his shoes and rough fabric and cold nights and hot days. Love is wind scouring his cheeks and sun burning his shoulders. Love is giving water to the people in the desert-ship. Love is fire and pain and regret.
Padmé-Sister and Bariss-Teacher were left behind. Father will be angry at them because he's not there any more.
Instead, he has Ben-Father and Rex-Mother and Brother and Brother and so many Brothers. He doesn't know what to do with so many Brothers. He doesn't know what to do with any of them.
They all think love is shoulders against his, wrestling and sparring, hugs like Padmé-Sister would give him. Waking up at night when he can't sleep, and whispers of the words he knows aren't safe.
He's scared by their idea of love, and he knows he loves them because he knows love is fear and love is pain and it hurts to think about them leaving. He knows they'll leave if they knew what love was, and so he never tells them it's anything but what they think it is.
Love is lies so Ben-Father and Rex-Mother and Brothers don't learn love is pain.
He is twenty-two, and love is embers and ash and a melted mask. Love is holding onto Padmé-Sister's hand so tightly his fingers go numb. Love is Father never coming back. Love is bruises on his hips and arms where Twelve and Suu hold on a little too tight and a little too long.
Love is Ben-Father and Rex-Mother leaving him alone because death is a part of life.
Love is darkness and shadows and hiding. Love is being afraid that Brothers will not come back this time. Love is smiling because everyone else expects him to, and it makes them happy.
Love is watching Luke-Brother and Leia-Sister and Han celebrate their victory, and not telling them that he will do everything he can to keep them safe.
Love is leaving them behind, and going back to the cold and the black and never staying still because Twelve and Suu don't know how. Love is letting Padmé-Sister go back to Bariss-Teacher, and making sure they're safe because Father can't do that any more.
He has known love all his life, and he doesn't understand how anyone can not be afraid of it.
mirandatam - #15 "That was a perfect example of how not to do things."
Ahsoka meeting the TTMK
Teeny Tiny Mandalorian Kenobis
"Jump!"
Ahsoka isn't sure who the armored figure is that has cut open the side of the transport she's in, but right now, anywhere is better than here, and she takes their suggestion without more than a cursory thought about what the dangers may be. As she falls through the air, she almost wishes she'd had at least a moment of hesitation. It's a long drop to the ground, and even with the Force to cushion her landing, this isn't going to be fun.
She hears a whoop of delight and a shouted litany of insults, her armored rescuer coming past her in a blast of jet packs. Looking up, she can see a Rutian Twi'lek also falling, though she has a scowl on her face that is directed at the armored person.
Turning her attention back toward the rapidly approaching ground, Ahsoka reaches out to the Force, slowing her descent so she lands lightly, near where the armored person has. The twi'lek lands with a little more force a moment later, rolling over her shoulder and back to her feet.
"That was fun." The grin is audible in the armored person's voice, and the twi'lek snarls at them, letting out a stream of insults without repeating their earlier ones. "Come on, ‘Nys. It was!"
"That was a perfect example of how not to do things, Dral!" Nys stalks Dral, to all appearances ignoring Ahsoka. "You could have taken out the pilot and brought the transport back down, instead of trusting that everyone on board would be able to avoid spattering their entrails all over the rocks."
Dral shrugs, and turns his head toward Ahsoka. "I got down before she did, so if Fulcrum there hadn't been able to use the Force, I'd have caught her."
Nys rolls her eyes, and balls up a fist to punch at the air. Dral staggers back a step, laughing, and after a moment, reaches up to tug off his bucket. "Seriously, ‘Nys, I wouldn't have put anyone in any real danger. Except maybe the Imps."
Ahsoka stares at the red-headed man, the words of thanks she'd intended to voice drying in her mouth now that she has a look at his face. "You're one of Master Kenobi's sons."
"In the flesh." Dral's grin widens, and he makes an exaggerated bow. "Ember sent me. It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Fulcrum."
"Ahsoka. My name is Ahsoka Tano."
She glances at Nys, who smiles, and introduces herself as Erinys, and indicates she's with Dral. Or rather, that she had been playing bait to get on the transport to make it easier for Dral to target.
"And now, we should find somewhere a little less open to talk." Erinys shoves at Dral's shoulder. "I've spent enough time in close proximity to Imps today without turning them into goo."
Dral leans in to press a quick kiss to Erinys's forehead, before taking a lightsaber off his belt to hand to her. "The shuttle I borrowed from Mask is a klick west of here. We should be good there."
Ahsoka nods her agreement, and Dral replaces his helmet, leading the way, with Erinys taking the rear.
tigerliliesandcherryblossoms - #24 "I will if you will."
Fili & Nori please. As bros or more than bros, either's fine so up to your Muse provided no one dies :)
Northern Night
Someone has to be the first to reach out to the two… princes, Nori supposes. To Fíli and Kíli.
And there's no one else among their group who's willing to go too near them, or their wargs, or the orcs they surround themselves with. Decent, for orcs, but still, they're orcs, and that's enough to make everyone else wary. Even Dis isn't comfortable going too close to her sons when they're not alone.
So, someone has to.
Nori takes a breath, and grins to himself, heading up onto the rebuilt wall over the gate, where Fíli is standing watch with a pair of orcs and the big silver-gray warg of his.
"What do you need?" Fíli doesn't even look at him, keeping his attention on the broad, pale expanse of snow that blankets the former battlefield and turns it into someplace pretty rather than sad, broken only by the trampled road to Dale.
"I thought I'd see if you needed anything." Nori pointedly ignores the two orcs, and leans against the battlements. "You've been avoiding being inside for the last week."
Fíli glances at him, a slightly puzzled expression on his face. "Why do you care?"
"Someone has to." Nori shrugs. "And you care about us."
A small smile curves Fíli's lips a moment. "Someone has to." He shifts, leaning against the warg as he looks over at Nori. "I don't need anything right now that anyone here can provide."
"Oh?" Nori raises his eyebrows, curious now. "Then is there anything you want?"
Fíli closes his eyes, the smile still there, though it seems more sad now than anything else. Pained, in the lines about the eyes. "What I want, you can't get."
"I can steal from almost anywhere, unless what you want is too large to carry." Nori keeps his gaze on Fíli's face, waiting for him to open his eyes. "Tell me what it is, and where it is, and I'll get it."
Letting out a quiet laugh, Fíli shakes his head, then looks over at the orcs, speaking in a language Nori doesn't recognize. It's not Black Speech, that he's heard before, and it's not the language the elves spoke in Rivendell, though it's closer to that. Whatever it is, they nod, and they head for the stairs, leaving Nori and Fíli alone on the wall.
"If you can steal a soul back from the shadows of Gundabad, and the ice its mistress pours into your bones, then by all means, steal it back for me." Fíli's voice is too glib, and Nori's careless grin fades away. "I didn't think you could."
Nori snorts, shaking his head. "Don't tell me I can't, not yet." How to steal a soul back is something Nori's never had a need to worry about. Hearts have always been easy to steal, and to toss back when he can't stay. But souls? Now there's a challenge. "I can try."
While they're not yet more than passing familiar with each other, I think this will work out to be Nori/Fíli in the long run. Because how else do you steal a soul back from shadows and ice than with love and affection and time? (Ok, and some arcane work to break the chains forged from ink made for corrupting people, but that's not enough by itself.)
norcumi - #25 "My nightmares are usually about losing you."
Anakin, Obi-Wan, and any clones that might catch your interest, please!
Sons of the Temple: Nightmares
"Can't sleep?" Anakin is sitting in the empty mess, a mug of what smells to Obi-Wan like strong caff, watching Obi-Wan with a slightly haunted expression.
"No. And I didn't care to wake anyone else." Obi-Wan goes over to where there are carafes of hot water and caff always going, filling the mug he'd brought with him with hot water for the tea to steep. "They deserve the rest."
"So do you, Master." Anakin smiles at him when Obi-Wan sits next to him, though the expression doesn't lift the earlier sense of being haunted.
They sit in silence a moment, neither actually touching their drinks, before Obi-Wan decides to speak again. "What are your nightmares about?"
Anakin lets out a quiet huff of laughter. "My nightmares are usually about losing you, Master. All of you." He turns his mug in his hands, paying more attention to it than to Obi-Wan. "Ahsoka, Rex, Cody, Jinx, Maul, you, Padmé. The worst though, are the ones about you. There's fire and shadows and you're fighting something, and I can't get to you."
Obi-Wan frowns, finally taking a sip of his tea, though the flavor barely registers. "Dreams like you had about your mother?"
"I'm not sure." Anakin lifts his mug, a grimace crossing his face when he takes a sip. "They don't feel the same, but they still feel important."
"Do you see anyone else?" Obi-Wan hopes the dreams aren't another of Anakin's visions. The ones a few years ago had been bad enough.
"No. I didn't even see what - or maybe who - you were fighting." Anakin sighs, shaking his head. "What about you, Master? What nightmares are keeping you awake?"
"The ones I refuse to have." Obi-Wan shakes his head, looking up when the door opens, letting in a worried Rex and a sleepy Maul. "I thought you two were asleep."
"It's a small bunk, and you kick in your sleep." Maul heads straight for the carafe with the caff, filling one of the waiting mugs before he pours in enough sweetner to make Obi-Wan's teeth ache just to smell it. "I wake up when things are too still."
"And then he woke me up." Rex's mug of caff is unadulterated, and he settles across the table from Obi-Wan, Maul dropping onto the bench next to him. Neither of them asks what woke him, and Obi-Wan is glad he doesn't have to explain to them. Or try to explain why he is here, instead of letting them try to soothe him enough to go back to sleep.
anonymous - #29 Prepare to be amazed.
a very hot night Anakin/Obi-Wan/Padme
AU NOS
"Prepare to be amazed," Obi-Wan had said when he coaxed and prodded them into staying awake tonight. He's always up later than Anakin and Padmé, never really going to bed until Anakin wakes up, though he at least appears to get enough sleep.
Although Anakin isn't quite sure that's the case, with how much Obi-Wan seems determined they have to see whatever it is in the night sky. They've been on this planet somewhere back of beyond for over a year, and the only thing Anakin thinks would be enough to get him out of bed other than Obi-Wan's insistance is the appearance of Imperial ships overhead.
"Obi-Wan, if we don't sleep soon, you're going to have to feed Luke and Leia breakfast." Padmé smiles, and Obi-Wan grins at her, shrugging.
"I'm sure I can manage for one morning." Obi-Wan settles next to them on the roof of their home, snuggling in close to Anakin on the blankets they've spread out. It's almost too hot to be outside, but better this than too cold, like some of the planets they'd been on before coming here. Out beyond the Outer Rim, where the galaxy rose above their heads in glorious display.
It's when the galaxy dominates the sky that Anakin hears it. A quiet chiming that he's heard in his dreams, like wind through bits of tuned glass and crystal. He hadn't thought it was something real, just a figment of his imagination, or perhaps of the Force.
Beside him, he hears the soft exhale from Padmé as she, too, hears it. And he can all but feel Obi-Wan's grin, an unspoken told-you-so that Anakin doesn't mind. It is lovely, and he thinks it might be worth staying up more often, just to hear that.
lynati - #46 "Shut up, I am a delight!"
Hermione Granger and mystery character of YOUR choice.
AU NOS
"You are a menace!" Padma shakes her head as she lands on the bed, smiling at Hermione as she follows Padma over. "An absolute menace, Hermione."
"Shut up." Hermione chuckles, crawling up the bed, and leaning in to kiss Padma gently. "I am a delight, and you know it."
"Only most of the time." Padma reaches up to cup Hermione's face in her hands. "The rest of the time, you're a menace to the world." She leans up to kiss her, and almost gets lost in it for a long moment. "But you're our menace, and neither Harry nor I are exactly saints ourselves."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
Set in the same AU as Love Deepens Over Time.
Kix and Jesse (and Hardcase) is thats possible! (Alternately, Zeb and Kanan)
Teeny Tiny Mandalorian Kenobis
"Are you drunk yet?" Kanan is contemplating stealing another of the bottles from the case between him and the teenager across from him, and he slides a glance over at Zeb to try to gauge the Lasat's level of inebriation.
"Drunk enough. I think." Zeb is watching the rest of the small group they're sitting with, a rather confused expression on his face. "I thought clones were all like Captain Rex."
"The clone troopers, yes." Jica shrugs. "We're not troopers. Just the clones they bought after 66." She pauses, looking down at the crate of bottles they're gathered around. "Or didn't buy, really."
Kanan picks another bottle from the crate, though he doesn't crack it open. He needs to be a certain amount of sober to find the words for the question he's not sure he wants to ask, but he couldn't have asked it at all without being at least a little drunk. "Did anyone try to clone Master Billaba?"
"There aren't any among our set, but that doesn't mean there weren't ever any." Jica reaches down to pick her own bottle from the crate. "No one who left could ever take many. And the last ones to leave destroyed the samples, so there are least weren't any more after that."
He's not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed, and Kanan closes his eyes, letting out a long sigh.
Star Wars, TTMK, Obi-Wan Jr., any.
Word Count: 707
Characters: Obi-Wan Jr, with mentions of Padmé-Sister (clone), Darth Vader, Bariss Offee, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Rex, and the TTMK
Warnings: non-graphic child abuse and neglect
Teeny Tiny Mandalorian Kenobis: Love Is...
He is four years old, and he knows that he loves his father and his sister, and that his sister loves him. He never says it, because when he does, Father gets angry, even if Father isn't there. Father doesn't like it when Sister says it, either, but he's sad when she says it.
When he says it, Father locks him in his room, and tells the droids not to talk to him, and won't let Sister see him.
When Sister says it, Father only goes away, and leaves them alone for forever at a time.
So he knows never to say it, not to Father and not to Sister, because Father knows everything that's said. He tries not to think it too loud, either, because sometimes Father knows, and it's the same as if he'd said it.
He is eleven, and he knows that love is being alone and love is forgetting and love is being afraid. Padmé-Sister thinks love is hugs and holding his hand when they are allowed to see each other. When he remembers her. She doesn't know that love is lonely and afraid and forgotten.
Sometimes he wishes he were like Padmé-Sister, but he knows he can't be. He has to know love is cold and painful so she never does.
Teacher says love is pain and love is hurting and love is being hurt. She knows love like he does, and doesn't try to tell him it is the gentle thing Padmé-Sister thinks it is.
Love is protecting Padmé-Sister from the cold so she can keep thinking love is gentle and nice.
Love is making Father angry at him so he doesn't get angry at Padmé-Sister or Teacher or even the droids. It's better that way.
He is fourteen, and love is sand in his shoes and rough fabric and cold nights and hot days. Love is wind scouring his cheeks and sun burning his shoulders. Love is giving water to the people in the desert-ship. Love is fire and pain and regret.
Padmé-Sister and Bariss-Teacher were left behind. Father will be angry at them because he's not there any more.
Instead, he has Ben-Father and Rex-Mother and Brother and Brother and so many Brothers. He doesn't know what to do with so many Brothers. He doesn't know what to do with any of them.
They all think love is shoulders against his, wrestling and sparring, hugs like Padmé-Sister would give him. Waking up at night when he can't sleep, and whispers of the words he knows aren't safe.
He's scared by their idea of love, and he knows he loves them because he knows love is fear and love is pain and it hurts to think about them leaving. He knows they'll leave if they knew what love was, and so he never tells them it's anything but what they think it is.
Love is lies so Ben-Father and Rex-Mother and Brothers don't learn love is pain.
He is twenty-two, and love is embers and ash and a melted mask. Love is holding onto Padmé-Sister's hand so tightly his fingers go numb. Love is Father never coming back. Love is bruises on his hips and arms where Twelve and Suu hold on a little too tight and a little too long.
Love is Ben-Father and Rex-Mother leaving him alone because death is a part of life.
Love is darkness and shadows and hiding. Love is being afraid that Brothers will not come back this time. Love is smiling because everyone else expects him to, and it makes them happy.
Love is watching Luke-Brother and Leia-Sister and Han celebrate their victory, and not telling them that he will do everything he can to keep them safe.
Love is leaving them behind, and going back to the cold and the black and never staying still because Twelve and Suu don't know how. Love is letting Padmé-Sister go back to Bariss-Teacher, and making sure they're safe because Father can't do that any more.
He has known love all his life, and he doesn't understand how anyone can not be afraid of it.
Ahsoka meeting the TTMK
Teeny Tiny Mandalorian Kenobis
"Jump!"
Ahsoka isn't sure who the armored figure is that has cut open the side of the transport she's in, but right now, anywhere is better than here, and she takes their suggestion without more than a cursory thought about what the dangers may be. As she falls through the air, she almost wishes she'd had at least a moment of hesitation. It's a long drop to the ground, and even with the Force to cushion her landing, this isn't going to be fun.
She hears a whoop of delight and a shouted litany of insults, her armored rescuer coming past her in a blast of jet packs. Looking up, she can see a Rutian Twi'lek also falling, though she has a scowl on her face that is directed at the armored person.
Turning her attention back toward the rapidly approaching ground, Ahsoka reaches out to the Force, slowing her descent so she lands lightly, near where the armored person has. The twi'lek lands with a little more force a moment later, rolling over her shoulder and back to her feet.
"That was fun." The grin is audible in the armored person's voice, and the twi'lek snarls at them, letting out a stream of insults without repeating their earlier ones. "Come on, ‘Nys. It was!"
"That was a perfect example of how not to do things, Dral!" Nys stalks Dral, to all appearances ignoring Ahsoka. "You could have taken out the pilot and brought the transport back down, instead of trusting that everyone on board would be able to avoid spattering their entrails all over the rocks."
Dral shrugs, and turns his head toward Ahsoka. "I got down before she did, so if Fulcrum there hadn't been able to use the Force, I'd have caught her."
Nys rolls her eyes, and balls up a fist to punch at the air. Dral staggers back a step, laughing, and after a moment, reaches up to tug off his bucket. "Seriously, ‘Nys, I wouldn't have put anyone in any real danger. Except maybe the Imps."
Ahsoka stares at the red-headed man, the words of thanks she'd intended to voice drying in her mouth now that she has a look at his face. "You're one of Master Kenobi's sons."
"In the flesh." Dral's grin widens, and he makes an exaggerated bow. "Ember sent me. It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Fulcrum."
"Ahsoka. My name is Ahsoka Tano."
She glances at Nys, who smiles, and introduces herself as Erinys, and indicates she's with Dral. Or rather, that she had been playing bait to get on the transport to make it easier for Dral to target.
"And now, we should find somewhere a little less open to talk." Erinys shoves at Dral's shoulder. "I've spent enough time in close proximity to Imps today without turning them into goo."
Dral leans in to press a quick kiss to Erinys's forehead, before taking a lightsaber off his belt to hand to her. "The shuttle I borrowed from Mask is a klick west of here. We should be good there."
Ahsoka nods her agreement, and Dral replaces his helmet, leading the way, with Erinys taking the rear.
Fili & Nori please. As bros or more than bros, either's fine so up to your Muse provided no one dies :)
Northern Night
Someone has to be the first to reach out to the two… princes, Nori supposes. To Fíli and Kíli.
And there's no one else among their group who's willing to go too near them, or their wargs, or the orcs they surround themselves with. Decent, for orcs, but still, they're orcs, and that's enough to make everyone else wary. Even Dis isn't comfortable going too close to her sons when they're not alone.
So, someone has to.
Nori takes a breath, and grins to himself, heading up onto the rebuilt wall over the gate, where Fíli is standing watch with a pair of orcs and the big silver-gray warg of his.
"What do you need?" Fíli doesn't even look at him, keeping his attention on the broad, pale expanse of snow that blankets the former battlefield and turns it into someplace pretty rather than sad, broken only by the trampled road to Dale.
"I thought I'd see if you needed anything." Nori pointedly ignores the two orcs, and leans against the battlements. "You've been avoiding being inside for the last week."
Fíli glances at him, a slightly puzzled expression on his face. "Why do you care?"
"Someone has to." Nori shrugs. "And you care about us."
A small smile curves Fíli's lips a moment. "Someone has to." He shifts, leaning against the warg as he looks over at Nori. "I don't need anything right now that anyone here can provide."
"Oh?" Nori raises his eyebrows, curious now. "Then is there anything you want?"
Fíli closes his eyes, the smile still there, though it seems more sad now than anything else. Pained, in the lines about the eyes. "What I want, you can't get."
"I can steal from almost anywhere, unless what you want is too large to carry." Nori keeps his gaze on Fíli's face, waiting for him to open his eyes. "Tell me what it is, and where it is, and I'll get it."
Letting out a quiet laugh, Fíli shakes his head, then looks over at the orcs, speaking in a language Nori doesn't recognize. It's not Black Speech, that he's heard before, and it's not the language the elves spoke in Rivendell, though it's closer to that. Whatever it is, they nod, and they head for the stairs, leaving Nori and Fíli alone on the wall.
"If you can steal a soul back from the shadows of Gundabad, and the ice its mistress pours into your bones, then by all means, steal it back for me." Fíli's voice is too glib, and Nori's careless grin fades away. "I didn't think you could."
Nori snorts, shaking his head. "Don't tell me I can't, not yet." How to steal a soul back is something Nori's never had a need to worry about. Hearts have always been easy to steal, and to toss back when he can't stay. But souls? Now there's a challenge. "I can try."
While they're not yet more than passing familiar with each other, I think this will work out to be Nori/Fíli in the long run. Because how else do you steal a soul back from shadows and ice than with love and affection and time? (Ok, and some arcane work to break the chains forged from ink made for corrupting people, but that's not enough by itself.)
Anakin, Obi-Wan, and any clones that might catch your interest, please!
Sons of the Temple: Nightmares
"Can't sleep?" Anakin is sitting in the empty mess, a mug of what smells to Obi-Wan like strong caff, watching Obi-Wan with a slightly haunted expression.
"No. And I didn't care to wake anyone else." Obi-Wan goes over to where there are carafes of hot water and caff always going, filling the mug he'd brought with him with hot water for the tea to steep. "They deserve the rest."
"So do you, Master." Anakin smiles at him when Obi-Wan sits next to him, though the expression doesn't lift the earlier sense of being haunted.
They sit in silence a moment, neither actually touching their drinks, before Obi-Wan decides to speak again. "What are your nightmares about?"
Anakin lets out a quiet huff of laughter. "My nightmares are usually about losing you, Master. All of you." He turns his mug in his hands, paying more attention to it than to Obi-Wan. "Ahsoka, Rex, Cody, Jinx, Maul, you, Padmé. The worst though, are the ones about you. There's fire and shadows and you're fighting something, and I can't get to you."
Obi-Wan frowns, finally taking a sip of his tea, though the flavor barely registers. "Dreams like you had about your mother?"
"I'm not sure." Anakin lifts his mug, a grimace crossing his face when he takes a sip. "They don't feel the same, but they still feel important."
"Do you see anyone else?" Obi-Wan hopes the dreams aren't another of Anakin's visions. The ones a few years ago had been bad enough.
"No. I didn't even see what - or maybe who - you were fighting." Anakin sighs, shaking his head. "What about you, Master? What nightmares are keeping you awake?"
"The ones I refuse to have." Obi-Wan shakes his head, looking up when the door opens, letting in a worried Rex and a sleepy Maul. "I thought you two were asleep."
"It's a small bunk, and you kick in your sleep." Maul heads straight for the carafe with the caff, filling one of the waiting mugs before he pours in enough sweetner to make Obi-Wan's teeth ache just to smell it. "I wake up when things are too still."
"And then he woke me up." Rex's mug of caff is unadulterated, and he settles across the table from Obi-Wan, Maul dropping onto the bench next to him. Neither of them asks what woke him, and Obi-Wan is glad he doesn't have to explain to them. Or try to explain why he is here, instead of letting them try to soothe him enough to go back to sleep.
anonymous - #29 Prepare to be amazed.
a very hot night Anakin/Obi-Wan/Padme
AU NOS
"Prepare to be amazed," Obi-Wan had said when he coaxed and prodded them into staying awake tonight. He's always up later than Anakin and Padmé, never really going to bed until Anakin wakes up, though he at least appears to get enough sleep.
Although Anakin isn't quite sure that's the case, with how much Obi-Wan seems determined they have to see whatever it is in the night sky. They've been on this planet somewhere back of beyond for over a year, and the only thing Anakin thinks would be enough to get him out of bed other than Obi-Wan's insistance is the appearance of Imperial ships overhead.
"Obi-Wan, if we don't sleep soon, you're going to have to feed Luke and Leia breakfast." Padmé smiles, and Obi-Wan grins at her, shrugging.
"I'm sure I can manage for one morning." Obi-Wan settles next to them on the roof of their home, snuggling in close to Anakin on the blankets they've spread out. It's almost too hot to be outside, but better this than too cold, like some of the planets they'd been on before coming here. Out beyond the Outer Rim, where the galaxy rose above their heads in glorious display.
It's when the galaxy dominates the sky that Anakin hears it. A quiet chiming that he's heard in his dreams, like wind through bits of tuned glass and crystal. He hadn't thought it was something real, just a figment of his imagination, or perhaps of the Force.
Beside him, he hears the soft exhale from Padmé as she, too, hears it. And he can all but feel Obi-Wan's grin, an unspoken told-you-so that Anakin doesn't mind. It is lovely, and he thinks it might be worth staying up more often, just to hear that.
Hermione Granger and mystery character of YOUR choice.
AU NOS
"You are a menace!" Padma shakes her head as she lands on the bed, smiling at Hermione as she follows Padma over. "An absolute menace, Hermione."
"Shut up." Hermione chuckles, crawling up the bed, and leaning in to kiss Padma gently. "I am a delight, and you know it."
"Only most of the time." Padma reaches up to cup Hermione's face in her hands. "The rest of the time, you're a menace to the world." She leans up to kiss her, and almost gets lost in it for a long moment. "But you're our menace, and neither Harry nor I are exactly saints ourselves."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
Set in the same AU as Love Deepens Over Time.