#jacoac

Following along with the prompts from here

DAY 4: hello kiss | gentle kiss A mishmash between the two tbh. Lowkey inspired by a bit of talk. CHARACTERS: @jedimasteramell ‘s Jac and Azred who’s mine.

Since when was he allowed to look after younglings? It wasn’t a full clan, at least, but still it was a solid group. Azred was supposed to, what? Make sure they didn’t die, obviously was one but the rest? Whoever said they should babysit definitely underestimated just how capable Azred and Jacoac were or overestimated their nerves. A simple hike through the woods turned into a verifiable gauntlet of lethal tree roots and perfectly drown-able streams at least a foot deep to Azred’s eyes.

Or maybe this was one of the most insidious tests by their masters yet, designed specifically to be the utmost stress-inducing to date. He’s faced Sith, yet watching over 12 children was the scariest challenge yet.

He knew Jac was somewhere in the forest. While he was supposed to be attending to the small group, he was actually off in the forest somewhere with the remaining three? Four? Kids with Zube. He counted the eight kids in his group and he stopped dead as he counted a second time, using his finger to physically help him count off the kids in the group. He scanned the treescape suddenly and gulped hard. He hoped that Jac did take four and not three.

One of the kids, a bouncy fair skinned Nautolan, suddenly sprinted from the back of the group. It took all of going from the back to where Azred lead in the front for the boy to trip on an aforementioned root just a foor or so away from the Jedi. Faster than he ever thought he could move he ducked down and scooped the child from crashing face first into the rock studded embankment of their little stream. He nearly spun on his heel with the sudden momentum as he swung around with the kid in his arm, planting his foot solidly in the ground after turning a full 180 degrees around.

“Whoa! That was so fast!” the boy chirped. Azred slowly deflated with a long breath, slowly letting him back on his feet.

“And why were you running that fast?” he said, settling a hand on his hip unintentionally as he shifted his weight to that hip.

“Um, well,” the boy at least looked a little sheepish. “I thought it’d be fun to think that, like, we were getting chased by something because it’s been so boring... So I was running away from it!” When the children started agreeing - and more importantly adding - Azred dragged his hand down his face.

This was going to be a long day.

9. Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.

NOT QUITE SUPER OLD but that 30′s 40′s Baby-Master feels

+ some speculation on force bonds

About a decade later and Azred still wasn’t sure why they trusted him with children. What was once a basic misunderstanding and mishandling of just how to teach the younger generation, he found that in these later years he had drifted even farther from the norm of what it meant to be a Jedi - thus even more unfit to be a Master. Or so he thought, at least, he still had no idea what went on in those Council rooms, what it meant to be making decisions for the whole of the Order, even down to these personal personnel decisions.

It was up to the Master if they wished to take on a Padawan, of course, but there would never not be a pressure for the Masters to start to take on Padawans. That’s why they were given the rank of Master in the first place, right? It was true the Order did not have the luxury of “choice” much of the time due to the war but still the prospect was daunting.

In conference with some of the older Masters now Azred listened intently to their advice: a Padawan needs to be similar but not too similar, he needs to have compassion, an open mind, a readiness to learn from technique he might not have learned, and a limitless amount of patience. He was ready to be challenged in his beliefs, in a way he maybe haven’t even thought of and patience? After dealing with what he had dealt with, becoming a diplomat, and most of all being partners with Jac for his entire life? He figured he at least had that down.

The thought of him might have subconsciously summoned him, because a familiar presence was suddenly at hand. He always had a sense of Jac, the connection they shared wasn’t just intrinsic to each other anymore, it also could span across lightyears. So when Jac was simply miles away, no doubt lecturing about some subject the Council didn’t want him to lecture about: the importance of empathy, compassion, and even love when it came to the Force - Jac sensed it.

‘Couldn’t last two hours, could you?’ Azred heard Jac’s voice in his mind and he fought the smile off his face as he feigned attentiveness towards the greying Masters.

‘It was an errant thought,’ Azred said with nary a move of his mouth. It had been a decade since they learned they could manage to talk like this uninhibited and it had a great strategic value.

It was mostly taken advantage of, though. 

He got a sense that Jac was somewhere far off, maybe in the mountains, just as he was sure that Jac got a sense of the room he was in. He felt the relief of a warm, climate-controlled room from Jac and he had to repress a shiver at catching the barest of bracing mountain winds.

‘You’ve used that excuse before.’

‘It’s true this time,’ this time he couldn’t fight the smile.

“Something amusing?” Came the immediate objection from the fierce, lithe, Battlemaster as she crossed her arms before her.

“Nothing at all,” Azred replied smoothly. He gestured gently with his tattooed hand. “Please continue.”

‘Ohhhh … So that was today afterall,’ Azred heard Jac crow. It was accompanied by a chuckle to his own sudden apprehension.

‘Jacoac Lenn-’ he warned. He felt movement, Jac was moving - privacy.

‘So worried,’ he continued to croon.

‘Just because you don’t care about the Council doesn’t mean I can afford the same,’ he said, eyes darting from one of the congregation to the next.

‘Relax, Az. When have I ever messed with you during something important?’

To his credit he hadn’t, ‘never, I guess. I’m sorry for thinking you might-’

‘Good thing this isn’t important,’ he heard the rejoinder and blanched.  It’s true this wouldn’t infringe on any process but - he barely had time to reason it before being bombarded by images, feelings, intentions. Every single one of them more lewd than the last as he felt - almost like he was there - hands through his hair, over his chest, and in feeling a searing trail up the line of his neck to his temple he had to close his eyes. Unsure of whether or not it was Jac’s imagination or his own feeding into the sudden, intense, fantasy.  His cheeks burned as the thought of Jac kissing them was so intense he could swear his cheek compressed with physical pressure.

“… Tal’zayor, while there certain finer features about him - keep in mind that their sect is very much set apart for a reason, especially Master - “ cut in the same rolling lilt of the same Battlemaster. When Azred opened his eyes the rest of the group were staring with some measure of concern or unease.

“Stars! No, you misunderstand,” he cleared his throat, forcibly removing the images from his mind to the ringing, hearty laughter of Jacoac in his thoughts. “It’s simply,” he smiled sheepishly, “this is my first time back to Tython in some time, I’m afraid I’m not quite used to all the layers yet.” He made a show of loosening his collar. It worked. Sort of. They at least understood the sentiment.

They continued.

‘You’re terrible,’ he finally said.

‘You love me,’ he heard Jac reply and that, at least, warmed him in an entirely different way. He removed the outer, heavy, dark brown robe and folded it over his forearm.

‘I have, I do, I will,’ he thought. He felt the sudden rush of sentiment, heard and felt the barest clearing of a throat.

‘I have a lecture to get back to.’

‘Yes, I imagine you do.’

He smiled inwardly to himself and focused once more on the Masters, a bit of that youthful rebellion still not entirely gone, it seemed, and how he used to fly in the face of all of this talk of tradition - how unready, perhaps, he still was for a Padawan. He would play the part, for the most part, amidst his fellows, though.

Azred’vyst “Az” Tal’zayor and Jacoac “Jac” Lenn ( @jedimasteramell‘s)

AKA the best Jedis to have ever Jedi and have done nothing wrong ever in their lives

The young guns. <3

who’s the cuddler: Jac. At least anymore. He was pretty touch-averse until realizing how starved for a physical attention he was and now, among other things, he’s more comfortable with it. So some mornings Az will wake up with a Jac and a Zube smothering him.

who makes the bed: Az does just a bit more than Jac does. They’re both so used to a routine of getting up, making a bed, from just a life of routine but Jac’s been more apt to shrug it off than Az has.

who wakes up first: Azred again. He’s a morning person like that, he’ll meditate, put a caf on, but he generally just takes a little bit of time to just find one moment of calm. He holds onto that for the rest of the day.

who has the weird taste in music: Both have shit taste in music from not having a lot of access too it. Azred listens to Coruscant’s Top 100 Hits more often, does that count?

who is more protective: Azred is out of habit. He’s never tried to protect him, but over their lifetime of just being around one another, he’s simply done things to help Jac due to the fact he’s blind. So as a result a lot of that lingering protection bleeds into his actions now, even as Jac has some measure of force sight.

who sings in the shower: Probably Jac, since he does not care what other people think of that. If there’s a song stuck in his head, it’s getting stuck in other people’s too, fuck ‘em.

who cries during movies: Azred. Since, you know. He’s the only one who can see movies.

who spends the most while out shopping: AZRED. His parents being senators means he’s never been able to fully escape from the public eye or their influence. So he’s been stressed upon to look nice. So he looks nice, but also likes looking nice, really.

who kisses more roughly: Jac. Azred is the more cautious one as a whole, doesn’t like doing things without knowing the repercussions. Jac is “imma do what feels right, right now” and that bleeds into kissing too.

who is more domineering: Maybe Az? Just by virtue of him taking lead in more things and generally thinking he’s right more of the time than Jac is, he takes the lead and is a little reluctant to let go of that lead once he has it.

<3 Azred is my newest baby Jedi and Jacoac is his best/boy friend and @jedimasteramell‘s

Note: Jac is also blind.

His lip was still sore from his new tattoo. A voice for the Jedi, following almost unwittingly in his Senatorial mother’s footsteps, it made sense to commemorate his achievements with a small show of it on his lower lip and chin.

But if he could just go back two weeks and backhand himself for the idea he probably would.

Same design, of course. Less painful place. A place that didn’t include him needing to eat through a straw for a week. At least it meant another small break back on Tython. The small calm before returning to the storm of war. Tython was an oasis amidst a desert of blood, blaster fire, and death. As he meditated in the sunlight, in a tucked away glade far from the Temple proper, he had to wonder when the war would come here as well.

The one thing he’s learned, since the Treaty was broken, was how nothing was truly sacred. Not anymore and maybe it never was.

“You’re doing it again,” a voice caught the mild breeze as he peeked an eye open at his companion. Jacoac wasn’t meditating so much as he was just napping against Zube, his vrake’s, side. Tucked against the indigo fur he sure seemed like he wasn’t paying attention but he always seemed to be - or at least he always seem to pay attention to him. He also looked far too comfortable in his recline to be so imperious.

“I get the feeling you’re going to tell me even if I don’t ask, but let me humor you anyways,” he cleared his throat for effect. “Jac, what am I doing?”

“Well, maybe I keep it to myself then. You want to be over there all gloomy and dramatic you go on ahead. I’ll go back to my nap.”

“Your meditation?”

“Same thing for now,” he shrugged and made a show of shuffling back into Zube’s side. Azred scoffed from his seat and then winced when he moved his mouth the wrong way. Yep. That sure still hurt. He was willing to cut corners with a lot, the significance of the pain and these tattoos though? Not at all.

“Hey, let me take a look at that,” Jac piped up again. Azred watched as he got up with a few chirps of protest from the Vrake to settle right in front of him. He reached out and held Azred’s face from under his jaw as heat immediately rose to warm the tips of his ears. He looked away, embarrassed but trying to play it off like he’s keeping watch.

“Looks like it’s healing nicely at least,” Jac commented idly. Azred had to straighten a little bit casting his gaze up, away, to the side, anywhere else but Jac’s face should the other get … ideas. Even though it sort of seemed like he had as he felt the rough callouses from saber use drag over his skin to the sides of his mouth, his chin, the barest of touches to his lip.

He closed his eyes instinctively as Jac leaned in to press a small kiss to the corner of his lips.

Okay, so he might have actually just stepped into Jac’s trap blindly - wait.

“Wait-! You-!” He put a hand on Jac’s chest, firmly pushing him to sit straight again. At the sudden change of mood he actually felt the laughter start in Jac’s chest before he heard the chuckles. “You-! Oh, I’m so - you tease. You’re an ass!”

“Wow! That took you way longer than I expected,” Jac practically crowed, grinning like a fool. “I wonder if you were distracted or something.” The two of them got up. Azred, incredulous that he fell for this again, and he could swear that the more outraged he felt the louder Jac was laughing. Or maybe it was the other way around.

He flicked his hand, a weak shove from the Force to knock Jac back on his ass into the soft grass. He gave an “oof!” but at least it didn’t hurt him. Something violet shifted in his peripheral.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. But that’s not always going to work!” He said accusingly down at Jac who just grinned from his place in the grass. “What are you smiling-” he also heard the padding footsteps of the Vrake too late and before he could finish the sentence Zube had already pounced on him, taking him down harder to the ground and promptly knocking the wind out of him too.

OUR DUMB BOISLemme try a new style this time

This got a bit long

1.

“Come on! You’re so slow! You’re like the slowest ever,” Azred said from on high. He stood atop one of the smaller waterfalls that broke up one of the many rivers around the Jedi Temple on Tython. Jacoac, on the other hand, was still below and had yet to start the some seven foot climb up the rocks to get to the top of the waterfall. For thirteen and twelve year olds, respectively, the feet was pretty impressive.

“Shuttup!”

“What? Look I’m not going to help you just because you’re blind. You’re gonna be a Jedi. Even blind Jedi know how see stuff.”

“This is looking for handholds! It’s, like, exactly what you need sight for! And we’re both not Jedi yet!” Jac yelled from the bottom as Az scoffed repeating a heavily emphasized “yet” before he sighed dramatically from the top.

“Fine, fine, fine. Whatever then, c’mon,” he groused as he got on the edge and stuck his hand down, snapping his fingers to signal his hand was there. “Grab my hand, lemme help you.”

“I don’t need your help. I’ve gotten better with that Miralukan thing anyways!”

“Just stop being stubborn and let me help-!” he made a grab at his human friend and as soon as he got his arm he was slapped away.

“Back off, Azred! I got it!” Jac finally got his hands on some stable parts of the wall. Good. Feet next. Az, meanwhile, just went further along the side, and dropped back down. He got next to Jac against the wall, bent his knees, and laced his hands together.

“Let me just give you a boost you can just get the rest of the way on your own-”

“Piss off! I told you I got it! You said I got it so I got it!” Jac yelled exasperatedly and Azred threw his hands up in surrender and exasperation as well. Not that Jac could see it.

“Fine! Fine, okay, you do it. You better not cry when you fall on your ass,” Az said.

“Hey!”

“Butt.” he amended dryly. Jac through touch alone found the handholds and footholds he needed to finally climb to the top on his own. He gave a little ‘woo!’ before waiting at the top.

“Told you I could!”

“I told you, you could! Like, at the very start! But whatever, whatever, ” Azred said as he wrung his hands together. “Watch this!”

“I can’t-” but Jac didn’t need to see much, apparently, when all he heard was a soft rush of Azred running, a thump of him jumping and landing onto the rock wall, a crack of the rocks, and then a very heavy ker-ploosh! after a shrill yell of surprise. He gave it a second before he heard limbs flailing and some wet coughing from Azred.

“What’d I do to get you as my best friend?” Jac whined as he had the harder task of climbing back down and saving the water-logged Mirialan.

2.

▲ — Share a blanket with my muse! Thank you! :) I appreciate the ask!Azred is mine, Jac is @jedimasteramell ‘s

The base on Hoth was frigid despite the heaters just now coming back online. The soldier’s quarters, the command rooms, and most importantly the infirmaries all started warming up first. It meant the spare cargo areas, like where certain Jedi needed to bunk down but also not be an imposition.

Azred shivered underneath his blanket, looking beside him to his compatriot Jac who barely seemed to be bothered by it. Not that he could see much, they had the soft lighting emergency walkway lights, the lights of the manifests on the crates, and then the massive ledger hanging on the wall but even then the blue light didn’t do much to illuminate the room. He did catch how Jac unclipped his glasses from his face, grimacing as he rubbed his hands together after he put them away, and put them to his face.

“Wearing metal in the snow finally caught up to you?” he said as Jac grumbled in response. “Are you all right?” He asked more sincerely and got a shrugged shoulder.

“No, really, it wasn’t my best idea. I should have switched them out before we got here,” he admitted as he drew his own blanket tighter around himself.

“Do you need?” Azred held open a flap of his blanket without thinking. He didn’t even really realize he did it until Jac accepted it and started scooting in closer.

Oh. Oh, no.

But Jac was already tucking in against him, into he lee of his body as he drew Azred’s blanket across his opposite shoulder and floated his own blanket around the inner one they now had. His heart leaped up into the very middle of his throat, especially as Jac finished finessing the blankets around them both and instead wrapped his arms around his body.

He’d been fighting, meditating, reasoning against his attraction to his friend - his friend! his best friend! this was so not cool! - and now being close against him as well, it was a little hard to contend with. Especially when Jac gave him a squeeze and Azred nearly lept out of his skin. If he could just start running to the other side of Hoth, he would. Screw the cold.

“You’re feeling okay too?” Jac asked “any warmer?” Azred could have sworn Jac held him tighter at the question but - he was just imagining that, right? Gotta be.

“Fine!” he squeaked and cleared his throat and pointedly looked away … lest the blind man see his expression. “Yeah! Fine. I’m a lot warmer, thank’s Jac.”