delllllllllllzzzz! any chance of a wip snippet? we're on tenterhooks for you to grace us with your lovely, brilliant content!!
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babes! 🥺😭💙 this is so sweet to find in my inbox, thank you so much!
I do not have anything recently written—life kind of derailed about September-ish, in extremely good ways and some not-so-great ways too. BUT. I have ventured into the archives of my Google drive for you and found you this and I am hoping I have not shared this before
(for context, young!padawan Anakin is having trouble sleeping and comm’d Obi-Wan for help, who directed him to wake up Master):
“Whatever, Obi-Wan.” Anakin dragged himself out of bed and left his bedroom, padding across his quarters to Qui-Gon’s door. It was open as it always was, and the only sound inside was Qui-Gon softly breathing. Anakin hesitated at the doorway, reluctant to disturb him. “Do I have to?” he whispered into the comm.
“Yes.”
Obi-Wan’s voice through the comm seemed especially loud in the quiet of Qui-Gon’s room than it had in Anakin’s, and Anakin panicked and shut the link down before it could wake Qui-Gon. It was difficult to tell, but Qui-Gon’s eyes didn’t seem like they’d opened, and his breathing was still slow and even. Coming here had been a poor idea; there was no need to bother his master. Anakin turned to leave, but before he could make a single step away, he heard Qui-Gon say, “Ani.”
Anakin stopped and turned back, feeling sheepish. “Sorry, Master.”
Qui-Gon stretched his arm out towards Anakin. “Come.”
It was a hard gesture to resist. Anakin stepped forward into the room and came to sit on Qui-Gon’s bed. He attempted to try the mature thing of just sitting there, but Qui-Gon reached out and pulled him into his arms, allowing no choice in the matter. Anakin snuggled against his chest like he was ten years old again, just a small thing in need of a good cuddle. He was far too old for it now, but Qui-Gon didn’t seem to be willing to negotiate the matter.
“Trouble sleeping still?”
“Obi-Wan won’t take me for sweet ice,” Anakin explained sulkily.
Qui-Gon chuckled. “At this hour? Did you truly expect him to?”
“He should.”
“It’s too late for sweet ice.”
“You sound just like him,” Anakin complained. “It’s never too late for sweet ice, and ten is too early for bed.”
“Ten is a perfectly reasonable time for bed, especially for padawans who disobeyed their bedtimes the night before.”
Anakin pulled a face. “I’m not disobeying tonight, Master. Really. I just can’t sleep.”
“Would you like to talk about why?”
Anakin shook his head. He knew that question was coming, but he still didn’t want to answer it. “No.”
“All right. What would help?”
“Sweet—”
“Besides sweet ice,” Qui-Gon added, his tone mild and amused. “Tea?”
Anakin made the same repulsed noise as he has on the comm with Obi-Wan when he had suggested the same thing.
“You may find it helps more than you’d expected,” Qui-Gon offered. “You won’t know unless you give it a try.”
“Tea is disgusting. No thanks.”
“All right.” Qui-Gon hugged him. “Then close your eyes and rest here.”
“Master, I’ve tried. I think I’m just not meant to go to sleep this early. I should sleep in the day and be awake at night.”
“That will not be happening, little one. You need your rest, and as you have many activities and lessons and training during the day, you will have to sleep at night in order to be rested for all of your commitments.”
I am also writing a little fic for a winter exchange that I will hopefully finish! 🤞 It’s not Star Wars though (although 👀 I’m having Thoughts™️ 👀 so if we’re lucky maybe I’ll write a SW thing before Christmas🤞)
Thank you so much babes 🥺 I hope to get my life together enough to have time to write again—I miss it!