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Obi-Wan breathed out and watched white air escape him. Of all the times for a ship to have an issue with temperature manipulation, why did it have to be now? It was starting to get freezing in the Negotiator and people had started distributing hot beverages like their lives depended on it. Pulling his coat closer around himself, Obi-Wan opened the door to his quarters. It was equally cold in there, though the room was not as deserted as the hallway before it.

“Anakin?”

The bundle on the bed had to be Anakin, even if really only his eyes were visible. He was wrapped in Obi-Wan’s leftover coats and blanket, still shivering and now also glaring at Anakin.

“Fly back on the Negotiator, he said. It will be fun, he said. Obi-Wan, I’m fucking freezing.”

Obi-Wan blinked, then covered up a laugh with a cough. “Yes, well, this is not quite what I had in mind when I told you that.”

“No shit,” Anakin mumbled, then slowly crawled out of his mountain of fabric. “Now get here and warm me up.”

“I’m sorry, Anakin, you did what?” Obi-wan raises an eyebrow and stares down at the mess on the kitchen floor, lingering in the doorway.

ehehehe

Anakin rolls his eyes again, going back to his mopping, after all, the floor won't clean itself up. "I let Ahsoka try to bake." He repeats. After a pause in which Obi-Wan only raises an eyebrow, he winces and adds. "Unsupervised." Which of course, was a terrible idea.

Thank you for sending this! I guess you can imagine baby Ahsoka here or just disaster in the kitchen Ahsoka lol

Well, I’m already a huge fan of the time loop trope and I watched Palm Springs recently, which was a mistake because of course I finished the movie and thought ‘okay but now I want depressed and resigned Obi-Wan stuck in a time loop during rots, who now knows everything and can’t do anything about it’.

Her voice seems to shake Paul out of his pondering, and when he turns to her, Linda can tell he’s actually seeing her. She can’t say the same about this morning. “Yeah!” And then, realizing that neither of them believe him: “It’s John, you know. Just John. I’ll…” He looks away, his hand making it halfway to his face before he catches himself. Heather has started to mimic his nail-biting.

“We can turn around,” Linda says softly, though she privately thinks that’s not the right thing to do. The look on John’s face last night, when they came in…Paul was too busy making himself small to notice, but she saw it. Shock, but pleasure too. Hope.  “No one would know.”

“John would,” he says, and she doesn’t correct him. He’s probably right; she’s found that the two of them can generally sense these things about each other.

Linda is too good for Paul but don’t worry, he knows that. Also, the first hint at poly!

ive said everything that needs to be said about vampire fuckhouse in the 2 other asks so i will shut up about it now 😂

Hi!!!! Omg thank you SO much! I do take commissions - I still need to make a post about it, but here are the prices:

SKETCH OR LINEART

$10 - bust

$15 - waist up

$20 - full body

FLAT COLOR OR SHADED

$20 - bust

$25 - waist up

$30 - full body

Yes! Here it is!! I’m so sorry it took me so long, it was very hard thinking of what to write lol

Since you didn’t specify a ship, I decided to write a follow up to this one. For a little context: this is an AU where Anakin didn’t fall, Padmé had the children but died, Anakin managed to take the chip out of Appo duirng the temple attack and they both barely escaped Coruscant with some younglings and the twins.  Anakin still doesn’t know that Ahsoka and Obi-Wan had survived at this point in the story Also, this is like, eventual obikin With all that said, here we go!

Tatooine’s heat was as horrible as Anakin remembered it and terrible dark memories haunted Anakin ever since they had landed near the old Lars farm. 

Beru and Owen had welcomed him, Appo and the dozen of Jedi younglings with baffled expressions but open arms. The younglings, already well trained in the arts of being polite, had quickly bought them with charming bows and soft-spoken “Thank you for letting us into your home, mister, miss.” And if that hadn’t been enough, the sight of Anakin’s newborn twins had probably sealed the deal. 

The small farm soon became cramped, but it still was far better than the ship they had arrived in and, most importantly, it was safe. Palpatine knew Anakin hated the place, it would be the last place he would look for him. 

And it also came with the bonus of needing a lot of work. Soon, all of them adapted to life in the old farm. 

Early in the morning, Anakin would rise with the two suns, just as he had when he was a slave, and then check on the twins, getting them ready for the day. He would leave them for the first hours with Beru or Owen, depending on who was free at the time. 

As soon as the twins were safe with either their uncle or aunt, he would focus on training the children. He needed them to shield, and fast. With Appo taking over patrolling the borders of the farm, keeping it clear of any threat, the morning went by quickly and soon the two suns were too punishing to keep training outside. 

Anakin would go back with them into the farm and together they would work on lunch for everyone. By then, the younglings would be assigned different tasks around the farm under Beru’s supervision while Owen would leave to collect fungi and Anakin would put a sling over his chest and back, a baby on each side and would walk around checking that the vaporizers were working as efficiently as they could. 

During the night, he would lay down next to Appo in bed and they would shortly chat before quickly falling asleep. Appo wasn’t and had never been as easy going as Rex, but he was more realistic, which helped Anakin stay on track the first couple of weeks.

Overall, it was a quiet, busy life. Anakin threw himself to each task, easily getting lost in them, avoiding thinking about what had happened, the losses he had felt and the grief that would soon arrive if he let himself think about Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, even Rex and Padmé as well. 

He had even avoided visiting his mother’s grave, now with Cliegg’s one next to hers. 

Of course, things couldn’t last. He slowly grew more and more tired, refusing to decline any job that could be done. He knew Beru and Owen followed him around with their eyes, worried about his declining health. They knew Luke and Leia had yet to get a regular sleep cycle, which only meant Anakin stopped having one. 

He had also taken over the difficult task of easing the younglings fears and worries while also being honest with them. It was a wonder he hadn’t collapsed already.

Which was the reason why Appo had decided to assist him that afternoon, the suns setting on the horizon. The third time Anakin had stumbled and almost fallen over, only his reflexes, the Force and the imminent risk of one of the twins getting hurt that Appo decided to intervene. 

He stomped over his general, putting one of his arms over his own shoulders and helping him straighten. “That’s enough, sir, we’re going back and you’re going to sleep.” 

Anakin tried to pull away at that. “Not yet, there’s still a couple of vaporizers more…” He tried to take a step forward and almost fell again. And even then, his arm was still trying to escape Appo’s grip. 

A long suffering sigh left the clone’s mouth and he gently put Anakin down on the sand, ignoring the frown that brought to his face. With great care, he took one sling and then the other, the twins asleep inside them and adjusted them behind his back. “Time to go home, sir.” 

Anakin shook his head and moved as if he were about to stand up. “You go, make sure Beru takes the twins and I’ll finish checking these…” He didn’t get to finish the phrase when Appo picked him up in his arms and turned around. “Hey!” He complained. “Put me down, that’s an order!” 

Appo ignored him. “I’m serious!” He insisted, squirming on the hold Appo had on him, but not too hard, worried about making the clone trip and hurting the babies in the process. 

Finally, Appo stopped and levelled a hard stare at Anakin. “Aren’t you like…tired? Stop putting up a fight!” He barked at Anakin, successfully shutting him up. “I know why you’re doing this, general.” Then his face softened. “I understand.” It was as if a dam had broken. A sob left Anakin’s lips, his whole frame beginning to shake. Appo held him through it, a couple of his own tears falling from his eyes. They cried together, not Anakin’s pained howls waking the children up, finally allowing themselves to mourn the loss of their families, both Jedi and clones. And when every tear had fallen, they dried their cheeks and got up, supporting each other on the walk back to the farm. 

At this point, I’ll probably get enough silly drabbles going that I’ll may write the actual AU! 

Okay I wanted to mix them but inspiration is not with me :( I ended up writing kiss 30 but I may write something for kiss 23 one day! 

This takes place in an AU where the first Mandalore arc happens wildly different than in canon xD Minimum research has been done for this.  Without further ado, here you are! Sorry it took me so long :) 

Krownest’s surface was covered with snow, the sunlight reflecting on it. Negotiations on Mandalore had not gone well and the attacks on the Duchess had turned dangerous, forcing them to flee. 

Obi-Wan was being constantly reminded of their first meeting, now with Anakin helping as well. Later, he would regret not insisting on abandoning their broken escape ship while the sun was high in the sky instead of fixing it at the moment, but he had been swayed by Satine’s impatience and Anakin’s confidence in his ability to fix the ship himself. 

But hours later, once the hyperspace travel had already been engaged, Anakin grabbed at his head and stood up from the pilot seat. He said he was tired and his head hurt, the lights of the ship making him dizzy. 

Obi-Wan stared at his back, his worry growing considerably when Anakin swayed on his feet. He looked out and then back to where Anakin had left. And then he made a decision. Satine had settled on one of the spare quarters in their ship. It wasn’t the royal Mandalorian vessel that had been originally planned for her trip but at least she was finally travelling safely towards Coruscant to state her case to the Senate. 

Obi-Wan passed through her door while heading to Anakin’s quarters. He opened the door quietly and found Anakin sitting in the dark, staring at nothing. 

“What’s with all this?” He asked, turning on the lights. Anakin didn’t even flinch, but a wave of panic travelled across their bond when he heard the lights being switched on. 

“Obi-Wan?” He moved his head to where Obi-Wan stood, a hint of doubt colouring his tone. “Yes, it’s me Anakin. Who else did you expect, the Duchess, perhaps?” When Anakin didn’t answer, he grew worried. “What’s wrong?” 

Anakin shook his head. “I… I can’t see you.” He said, panic rising quickly from where he was sitting. “Obi-Wan, I don’t know what’s happening!” In three steps, Obi-Wan dropped between Anakin’s legs, grabbing his face and staring at his blue eyes. They looked blank and it only made his worry grow. “It’s alright” He soothed Anakin, closing his eyelids gently. “Just, lie down on the bed and I’ll come back with a solution.” 

He waited until Anakin had reached the bed and sprinted back to the front of the ship, frantically searching for an explanation. 

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It had been the snow, he would later tell Anakin, while putting a wet towel on top of his closed eyes. The reflection of the sunlight on it could cause temporary blindness. It would pass in a couple of days as long as he didn’t rub his eyes and let the towel on top of them for long periods of time. 

“But what if it never comes back?” Anakin asked in a small voice. “What will I do?” “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” Said Obi-Wan, leaning down, taking off the towel shortly from Anakin’s face and kissing the eyelids as gently as he could. “For now, trust in the Force, dear one.”