he/they used on chance, user is a singer pretty much, I forgot if chance owns or runs a casino or something but he does both here, I guess reader is kinda fem here
this is part 1 because I didn’t know what to add but I didn’t want to delete it so. update from later in the day! added part 2
an: this was meant to be way longer and suggestive but it’s not really. update; it is longer now bc I added part 2
tw: a but suggestive at the end
tysm for reading and I hope u enjoy! <3
“but if you want my kisses, I’ll be your perfect mrs—“
You were busy to say the least, all the time and so was Chance. Chance though took time off running his casino to be with you when he could. You on the other hand continued to write song after song, record them and then go on tours.
And don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you didn’t want to stay with Chance all day and cover him in kisses and such with your lipstick. But you enjoyed meeting fans and you couldn’t really pause in the middle of your tour to fly to see Chance on the other side of the country and just kiss him.
So, you planned to have a show near where you and Chance lived so you could see him when it was over, even if it was only for a day or two and then you guys would have to go back to calling once everyday or two for four months.
And that’s what you did!
You insisted; despite your manager’s arguments to go home with Chance and stay with him in your shared home.
The night looked breathtaking, lit up by the bright big city lights, signs and everything else that could be overstimulating to someone was calm today. It was just as loud as expected for a city but it felt peaceful, maybe because you missed being there, being with Chance and not doing tiring two hour long shows and flying every second day.
You peeked your head out the window as Chance gently warned you that it’s not safe to do so. You gently kiss his cheek as if telling them, ‘yes, I heard you but you only live once and I don’t really care about safety right now’
You hold your coat slightly tighter in your arms as the strong wind blows into your face. You look back at Chance.
Eventually after twenty or thirty minutes, you got to the penthouse and finally got to take your heels off, gods, how good it felt to not have your feet hurt.
You walk outside onto the balcony and lean against the railing, Chance gently wraps his arms around you from behind.
“You know,” they say, “you don’t have to keep on humming. You’re not on stage right now.”
You smile and giggle a tiny bit at that before turning around so your back is against the railing and leaning in to kiss him.
“Are you saying you don’t like my humming?” You tease.
“I can’t dislike it. I’m not tone deaf.”
“You are, just good to know you aren’t that tone deaf.” He shakes his head in amusement at your antics, smiling to themself.
“You know that’s not true,” he says.
“Not really at least, still a tiny bit true though but you can, at the very least recognise talent.” You smirk, “because I’m so talented, I’d be hurt if you couldn’t recognise that.” You add, sarcasm dripping from your tone as you lean your back against the balcony railing.
Noticing you leaning back, their grip on you tightens to pull you forward, making you closer to them.
“Anyone can recognise that, baby.” He says, leaning closer to you, you give in, feeling ‘bad’ for teasing him and kiss him.
“I don’t care about who recognises my talent as long as they recognise how important it is to me.” You mumble, smiling slightly from the kiss.
You lean in to kiss them again, trying to get your lipstick off his lips. That’s just a silly excuse though.
“What city are you in next?” He asks and then you remember that you are in fact on tour; it didn’t stop just because you were with him.
You pause. “Not sure,” you put your hands on their shoulders, “can’t it wait to be discussed tomorrow?” You whisper.
He nods, “may as well appreciate my time with you.” He sweetly says.
hi gang. so, i suffer from a condition where i cannot finish a single work that i start or note down the idea of (it's called chronic procrastination)
so here's the short opening of a magluck piece i will probably never be returning to or finishing:
Magna Swing had never known much about love.
Not the type he heard in tales or stories, at least; the ones with hearts set ablaze in the chest, googly eyes blown wider than cabinet bowls and mushy words exchanged by a brazen campfire, or nose kisses shared beneath the twilight of the night sky.
His mother used to say falling in love with someone felt like sparks dancing across your skin at every fleeting touch. That sometimes it could be a spontaneous punch to the gut or a slap to the face, but your heart nonetheless full of fondness and warmth for your loved one, whomever they may be.
The delinquent didn't think that'd be quite so… literal.
He jerks at the tug of his wrist, being yanked down a hallway behind the loud, thunderous pitter-patter of footsteps. He looks forward at the man death-gripping his wrist - saucer-shaped eyes as blue as fluorite or larimar, lips curved from ear-to-ear in a wickedly mischievous smile--two features Magna finds he's all too unfortunately familiar with.
Luck laughs cheerily, soft strands of golden framing his face despite the pace they're currently jogging at. There's a small flicker of aquamarine dancing in the air, a few particular zig-zags dashing across Magna's skin like gentle kitten-licks.
Reader is going the meet Alhaithem’s parents and stuff like that
Sosososo
Instead of wearing a suit reader decides to wear i black or red dress you may choose that pretty tight on him and is pretty fuckin short and while he had just finished getting ready he turns around just to be met with Alhaithem’s man boobs in his face and just looks up seeing Alhaithem smirking at him n shit and my man goes
‘I better see that dress on my bed room floor after tonight’ or some shit like that
If
You
Make
Alhaithem
Smack
Readers ass I will send you so many pictures of chocolate cake
-🍓 Character(s): Alhaitham
-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader
-🍓 Category: SFW(?)
-🍓 Warning(s): none
-🍓 Note: Hand over them images boy
-🍓 Edited: ❌
“Hey go put something nice on, we’re going to go see my parents,” Alhaitham said making you perk up a bit.
This was going to be your first time meeting them.
Looking through your closet, you pushed past a few suits before reaching into it and pulling out a beautiful black dress.
Of course, you decided to wear it because why not? You smoothed out the dress you decided to wear. A black spaghetti-strapped dress that barley covered your thighs, but did it show your figure perfectly, specifically your ass.
Just as you turned around you were met with Alhaitham’s chest which you almost bumped into, it did catch you by surprise. Looking up at him, he had a smirk present on his handsome face.
“As soon as we get home, I better see that dress on the bedroom floor.” He said making your face quickly heat up. “Yeah right.” You huffed and rolled your eyes, moving around him to get your shoes.
A yelp left your mouth when Alhaitham gave your ass a quick slap before walking past you.
“Asshole!” You huffed and rubbed your butt, your cheeks red from embarrassment.
reader is 20-21?? tom is 25-26?? don't hate 5 years isn't even that bad (y are age gaps kinda hot tho [not like 13 and 68 {because that's weird}] yk what i mean?????) 2.6k words+
def one of the longer ones
send in requestssss pleaseeeee
tw: mentions of sex, batman tom
you sat in a seat as your professor went off about something, trying not to fall asleep. he sounded so passionate about it. and the things is, if he were talking about actual academics, like you major (biotechnology) then of course you'd pay attention, as that was your interest.
but no.
he was off about his ex-girlfriend, trying to convince his class, and quite evidently himself, that it wasn't his fault samantha left him. you felt slightly bad for the man, because it really seemed like he was about to have a mental breakdown.
he'd been like this for the last couple of classes, and it was driving you beyond insane. he hadn't been making any progress with his love life, and you hadn't been making any progress with your life and to-be career.
so all in all, it was a lose-lose. but after watching him like this, you decided you were glad to not have a non-existent love life.
not that anyone knew you had a love life.
because as of now, you hadn't gone public with tom. it's not that you weren't serious with him or anything, it just never needed to happen. you never needed to go public, so it never happened.
the older man cleared his throat and blinked rapidly, checking the time on his watch. "well, just a couple minutes until this class ends. i must thank you all," he placed a hand on his heart, "for being here to listen."
not like we had a choice.
"anyways," he nodded as he picked up a stack of paper and handed it to the girl in the first row, "here, just take one and pass it down. as you all know, prom is soon, and the faculty just finalized the date, which is 3 weeks and 5 days from now. bring a date, and don't end up like me, all sad and lonely."
"don't be pathetic, basically," a boy in the 3rd row called out, causing some others around him to laugh.
as soon as you got the paper, you skimmed over the details, then flipped it over, sinking down in your seat.
"yeah," your professor sighed, "basically." and after a moment, "well, out you go. out, out!" he shooed everyone away and you felt relief take over, glad to be out of that hell-hole. since that was your last class of the day, you'd get to go home now. to tommy.
it had been only a couple months since you'd moved with him, and you had absolutely no regrets. the entire thing only had you feel closer to him, and as tom worked, you finished up college.
at first, you weren't sure. you felt bad getting to live off his money like that as he paid for everything, and you wanted to contribute. he'd assured you that it wasn't needed and that he had more than enough money to keep the two of you going. so you quit the job you had at the old cafe, moving out of your tiny, smelly dorm, and in with him.
and it was probably one of the best choices you'd ever made.
you unlocked the car and tossed your things in the passengers seat, starting your drive home.
you weren't planning on going to the prom, because everyone who was going had dates, and you couldn't take another boy because you were literally dating tom (not that it was a bad thing, because it most certainly was not), and you couldn't take him either. you knew he'd feel bad if you told him, and you didn't want to pressure him into going public.
you were totally cool with the "independent woman" thing, because woman slay, but it was different at college. or at your college.
date = cool.
no date = not cool.
so you just planned to stay home for that night at binge-watch disney movies with your boyfriend. it was a well thought out plan, you decided.
when you got home, you parked the car in the driveway (which was massive like the rest of the house, because marvel, duh) and swung the backpack over your shoulder. you went up to the bedroom first, dropping the backpack, stuffing the paper in the side table's drawer, and changing into something comfier. you were too lazy to take off the makeup, so you just let it be.
you finished up your homework so that when tommy came back, you'd be able to spend time with him. after that, you started dinner and turned on a tv show, merely to entertain yourself. soon enough, you heard keys jangling and the door unlocked.
"hey, love, i'm back! where are you?"
"i'm in the living room, babes," you called back, smiling as you saw him approach you, taking a seat on the couch beside you. "how was your day?"
"it was okay," tom responded, leaning into you. "yours?"
"okay, too. nothing much interesting happened. stupid biotech teacher won't do his job and teach me. kinda feel bad for him, though. poor guy."
"with how smart you are, y/n, you could get off teaching him."
"thanks, baby, but i'm really not as smart as you think i am," you laughed.
"nuh-uh. you are. biotech isn't easy. you have to be, like, smart and stuff."
"i'm glad you think i'm 'smart and stuff,' tom."
"no! i'm being for real!" he grinned, tickling your side and making you squirm and laugh. you swatted him, screaming for him to stop.
"tommy! babe! s-stop, that- that tickles!"
"not until you admit my girlfriend's smart!" he retorted.
"okay! okay, fine! sh-she's smart, now stop!" you squealed between fits of giggles.
"alright. i'll stop now," tommy smirked, pulling you into him. "i love you," he murmured.
"yeah? well, guess what? i think i might just love you, too. so you're in luck."
he rose an eyebrow, raising his arms to tickle you again, "you think, y/n? you think?"
"no. no! i do! no more tickling!"
"hmm, okay." he paused, "love?"
"huh?"
"i'm really glad you moved in with me."
you looked up to him and smiled, "i'm glad i moved in, too," pulling him in for a soft kiss.
soon enough, three weeks passed, and there were only a couple days until prom. you didn't tell tom, so he still didn't know. you'd just gotten back from an extra class for your major, it had been optional, but you went anyways. it was saturday and tom didn't have work.
you walked into the kitchen and saw him sitting on a chair, hands crossed folded on top of the table.
"well, well, well, l/n. you've arrived."
you raised your brows and stifled a laugh.
"...okay? what- what're you doing?"
"is there anything you'd like to tell me?" he asked, dropping his voice down an octave.
you tilted your head to the side, equal parts amused and uncertain. "no?"
"i see. well, i was cleaning up today, and i came across something you might find interesting."
"god, thomas, you sound like my mom when i was 15 and she found the condoms that i bought at the convenience store and hid."
"you were having sex at 15?" he asked, breaking character.
"no," you replied, pouring yourself a glass of water, "16, though that's not relevent at the moment. and before you ask, no, it was not good. now go on."
he cleared his throat again, sliding a paper across the table, and narrowed his eyes at you.
you sighed, "oh, jeez, is this-"
"yes."
"why?"
"why not? prom is the best!"
"that's not what you say when you have random girls dm-ing you to take them."
"well, you aren't a random girl. not really, given that we share a bedroom and have se-"
"okay, yes, i get it. and it's not a biggie," you paused to take a sip of water.
"of course it is! it's prom, babe! you went in high school, didn't you?"
you hesitated, "well, yes. but- but this is different."
"ooh! i can take you dress shopping! oh, wait-"
"tommy, love, we haven't gone public."
"right. wait, how's it different?"
you blushed. the concept of actually explaining the concept was much different. "um, well, you see- gosh, okay..." you pressed you lips, settling on, "you're too old to understand." (he wasn't old, just a bit older than you, hence the inside joke.)
"nope. won't work."
"ugh. don't laugh, 'kay?"
"i won't. promise."
"i don't have a date," you explained. "but, but that doesn't mean you have to go with me, because i'm not trying to guilt trip you or anything, because that's wrong. i'm just saying, well, okay, it's a little harder to explain. uh, not actually, now that i think about it, it's silly, but my friends have dates, and i just don't wanna third-wheel both of them. fifth-wheel, i guess. you know, since there's two. look what i'm trying to say-"
"you're rambling," he laughed.
"i kn-"
"and i get it, y/n, but if you want i'll go with you."
"but-"
"yes, i know we're not public. but what better way is there to announce us?"
"so-"
"yeah, i'm okay with it. it's not going to affect me as much as it will you, because you'll be the new one, you know? spider-man's girlfriend this, spider-man's girlfriend that."
"oka-"
"so, really, it's up to you. i'm okay with anything."
"christ, tom! i swear, if you interrupt me one more-"
"sorry, love," his eyes widened as soon as he said it, and he covered his mouth with his hand.
"oh. my. god. i'm okay with it, tom, i've always been. i just- i wasn't sure if that's what you wanted."
"of course i did, y/n. you really think i don't want to show the whole world that you're all mine?because you are. you're it for me."
you grinned, "really?"
"really."
"you're it for me, too."
"so it's final, then?" tom checked.
"yep. so... when can we go shopping?" you asked innocently.
he rolled his eyes playfully, "i suppose we can go now, if you want."
"yes!" you squealed, maybe a bit too quickly.
so that's what the two of you did. you hopped in the car and he took you to a nice (and expensive, but you didn't know that at the moment) dress shop. you were incredibly nervous about people seeing you together, considering that the decision was slightly impulsive.
but when you got there, you and tom were suprised to see that there wasn't really anyone there, except for one or two other people, but tom had pulled his hoodie over his head, which did in fact make him look odd, so no one recognized him, not really.
you picked out 9-10 dresses, and dropped them in the cart that tom was pushing around, analyzing every detail.
at first, you hadn't been excited. but now that spider-man was showing up witn you, you had to dress to impress.
"okay," you declared, setting one more in, "i think that's good for now. to the dressing room!" beaming, you pumped a hand in the air.
"whatever you want, babe," he grinned, matching your energy.
his critic was not at all helpful, because he insisted that you looked breath-taking in everything you wore, and as much as it boosted yout confidence, it wasn't particularly useful.
"it looks really nice on you, love."
"it's neon orange," you snickered, raising an eyebrow. "i look like a highlighter."
"a super sexy highlighter."
"thanks."
you immediately put it back on the rack, grabbing another one instead.
this was a dark, navy blue, intricate flowers decorating the dress. you liked it, but it didn't seem right on you. so you tried again. this time it was a lush pink, with a heart-shaped neckline, the train was long, but it was too long. the next one's v-neck was something tom was not on board with.
"i don't want to seem controlling or anything like that, because you're allowed to wear whatever you want, but this seems, um-?"
it's giving stripper, which is a vibe, (sometimes??), but not the vibe i'm going for.
"yeah, i know."
back into the dressing room.
you'd tried a million dresses, and this was your last one. you stepped out of the room, ready to give up on finding the perfect one and just going with the blue dress.
the second he looked at you, though, his jaw dropped.
"it's good?" you asked, unsure.
"it's the one. for sure."
the gown was a deep, dark red, with a train that was the perfect size. the v-neck wasn't too deep, so it didn't expose you too much. the material hugged your curves just right, making you look like a princess.
hell, you felt like a princess.
"i like it, too. maybe we can get you a matching tux? if you'd like?"
"perfect idea. i can't wait," he moved closer to kiss you. "you look pretty in this dress. not that you don't look pretty when you're not wearing it, because you look pretty no matter what-"
you cut him off, giggling, "i know, tommy."
"good. shall we go check this out?"
"yep!" after that, you went and got tom's suit, some accesories, shoes, and a new clutch, also courtesy of tom, even though you told him you really didn't need it; "just let me do this, you know i love to!"
and then?
and then it was prom night. you'd just finished curling and setting your hair, and you were ready. you admired yourself in the mirror, for once feeling confident in your body. too bad you'd have to take it off at the end of the night and then you wouldn't feel pretty anymore.
"you ready?"
you snapped out of your thoughts, looking up, "uh, yeah. you?"
"yuppers," he smirked, making you laugh slightly.
"you're really beautiful. but i'm not just saying that because you're all dolled up tonight, but because you really, truly are on the inside. it's part of the reason i fell in love with you, and how pretty you are on the outside, which you really are, is just a bonus. i love you, y/n."
you swore you felt tears burning the backs of your eyes, because how did this man always know exactly what to say?
"you're very pretty, too. and i love you more."
"i love you most."
the rest of the night went fairly smootly. it was really what you expected.
some asked for photos and autographs.
some gaped.
some whispered and asked you questions: "you're dating y/n?" was a common one. along with how you met, why he was dating you, if he was getting paid (or laid)... like you expected.
your friends were shocked, to see the least.
elise almost died, "babe! you're dating my celebrity crush and you didn't tell me?!"
"meh, andrew's my favorite, but you're cool, too," grace, one of your friends shrugged, half joking. she was... less enthusiastic.
grace gave him a one-over, "you better not hurt her, because-"
he chuckled, "you'll kill me?"
"no," she paused, "i have a feeling she'll do that herself."
that caused another round of laughs. a couple hours later, a slow song came on, and you looked over to see tom talking to your friends' boyfriends, and you smiled, glad they got along. you waved him over.
"hey, darling. your friends are nice," he commented, swaying you softly.
"i'm glad you think so."
"how come i haven't met them before?"
you shrugged, "we weren't that close then, but we are now."
"ah, i see."
it was just the music in the background, as you'd tuned out everything else. you gazed into his soft brown eyes, feeling so greatful for him. yes, braving the public was something you'd have to do later on, but for now, it was just you and him.
just you and tom against the world.
so he kissed you like no one else mattered, and in that moment, no one else did.
I love your abillities, Id love to appreciate them this way.
Supposedly, You were Satori's Human, yet she didnt treat you any less than dirt because of that.
The way you enjoyed her company and sought out to always find a way to finish everything that ever burdened her.
And the way you always talked to her with only your thoughts, at first it was confusing as you did and can talk verbally to others, so why not speak like that to her? Due to this she rarely hears your voice.
Even so you were the sweetest one to her, All those thoughts you used to communicate with her had no ill intention, no words against her.
Are you doing this on purpose? She'd love to hear your voice.
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Satori!
Satori!!
Satori?
You called out to her with items from the surface in hand, you skipped over to her desk to be surprised by your lover dozing off into the unknown.
"Satori?"
You spoke out. And in an instant Satori's focus moved over to you, your voice.
Yet all your thoughts started opening back up just for her.
Look-! I got us so many trinkets! Im sure you'd love this one-
And- this one!
You smiled at her, your thoughts pouring out just for her to hear, you loved communicating with her this way! It felt special.
"My dear... Why do you not talk to me verbally? Why must you go all the way to do that all the time?"
She questioned, staring at you with worry written on her face.
I thought that this could be a fun way to appreciate how cool your abillity is! I love how I can communicate to you this way its so fun if its just the two of us
You gave her the reason why. It was such an innocent intention of yours, maybe she thought of it so wrongly..
"I see... Oh well what did you bring today love?"
You cannot belive this!- I found a heart shaped item with an eye, it looks exactly like your third eye!
You ramble on about the many little trinkets you've gotten especially for her, a smile spreading across your face while Satori gives a faint smile back.
"You are my first and we'll never turn away from eachother."
One thing to know about Dana Scully: she didn’t believe in wishes- you know, the throwing pennies in pools and all that. She may have believed it once; but the belief had disappeared as quickly as Diana Fowley waltzed in and in a way, took her place.
She sighed, and looked across the shopping center, where large groups of people were enjoying their Saturday. How ironic; there was a fountain- and people were throwing pennies in it.
Scully had never fully understood the weight of the sentence ‘he told me to wait outside’ until today- when Diana had suddenly interrupted her and Mulder’s lunchtime (maybe not Mulder’s, but certainly her’s) because of this case that they had wanted to ask the owner of a jewelry shop. Which was a minute away from the cafe where Scully was trying to enjoy her lunch.
Actually, it was Diana who told her to wait there instead of Mulder, but the fact that he made no retort hurt- much more than she’d expected.
So here she was, sitting at a lonely seat without any appetite now; glaring at the sandwich in her hands.
Might as well check out the fountain. Scully thought as she rewrapped the sandwich and stuffed it in a particularly large coat pocket- then grabbed the sides of the coat, tugging it close.
Yes, she was cold on an eighty-something degrees day. Something that might have been the effect of being... excluded.
She realized that she could have simply followed them there, or expressed her desire to help with whatever case they were currently badgering a jeweler for, but she didn’t want to.
Scully didn’t want to sound desperate.
That was one of the reasons why she tried to seem like she had some amount of social life, even if it was seeing some friends from med school every few months that she didn’t exactly want to see- because she wanted to seem like she was interesting.
Interesting enough to have things going on outside of work.
At first it was for other people to see; when she had just been transferred to the x-files. People like Tom Colton, who she desperately wanted to prove that she wasn’t just Mrs. Spooky. Wasn’t just someone who followed her partner around on strange cases.
But after a few of Mulder’s chickadees (on cases and in other places) later, it started to change. She didn’t care about whatever other people in the FBI thought- she cared about what Mulder thought. She didn’t want to be ‘that-partner-who-had-zero-social-life-and-wasn’t-even-fuckable’.
Scully snapped out of her thoughts and realized that her feet had led her to the fountain; the one in the center of the shopping center. How long had she been standing there for?
“Aren’t you going to throw pennies in?” A little blonde girl- about the age of Emily, if she were still alive, asked.
“N- Maybe.” Scully replied, surprising herself.
The girl glanced at the fountain- no, past it, with a faraway look in her eyes. Scully briefly wondered if she had heard her response.
“They say that if you throw them in, you’ll get a wish.”
Scully nodded, and looked into the water. Tens and maybe even hundreds of coins had been thrown in, including a few quarters and nickels. There were probably dimes in there as well.
When she turned her head away, she noticed that the girl was gone. Scully sighed again, and reached into her other pocket; pulling out three pennies.
She was still deciding whether or not to throw in the pennies when a sudden “Scully!” shocked her- and she dropped them into the water, making a small splash.
It was Mulder- which wasn’t exactly a surprise. The surprise, however, was that Diana was nowhere to be found.
“Scully, what were you doing?” Mulder asked, as he didn’t see the coins fall into a fountain.
“Nothing- nothing at all.”
But a few months later, after Mulder showered her with kisses and fell asleep next to her, she briefly wondered if it were those pennies that she had accidentally dropped into the fountain that day...
Summery: Anakin wants to know if Obi-Wan plans to take on a new Padawan.
"So," Anakin says, leg bouncing under the table, fingers plucking at the fabric of his pants. "Have you thought about it?"
Obi-Wan doesn't so much as spare him a glance. Content with flipping through his notes, marking off several lines before finally huffing a reply. "Thought about what?"
Anakin grits his teeth, trying his best not to feel too strongly about a matter that frankly shouldn't concern him..... but it does. Of course it does. Because anything Obi-Wan.....
He clears his throat, fingers no longer torturing his pants but now tapping a rhythmic beat against the surface of the table separating them.
"Taking on a new Padawan?"
Obi-Wan stills. The tranquil air surrounding them suddenly shifting into heavy layer of silence.
Seconds tick by and Obi-Wan says nothing. Continuing to frown at the notes strewn in front of him.
Finally, just as Anakin is about to swerve the entire conversation back before it festers into something unsalvageable, his former Master speaks up. "A little," he answers. Words slow, careful. The auburn haired man has yet to look up at him even now. "Why do you ask?"
Why does he ask---
Swallowing down the sudden bitterness threatening to spew past his lips ready to taint whatever modicum of peace they've managed to salvage after the Hardeen incident, Anakin takes a deep breath, releases the destructive emotions into the force and tries to center himself as best as he can.
"Just curious," he finally answers, proud to see his voice holding none of the hostilities he'd felt only seconds ago. "I mean, there most have been tons of initiates falling all over themselves to be trained by the great general Kanobi."
He hopes he doesn't sound as accusing as he feels. And from the way Obi-Wan only chuckles lightly, amusement dancing in his eyes, Anakin thinks he might have at least succeeded in that.
"Perhaps," his former master mutters, reports forgotten for the time being as he levels him with a knowing stare. "Unfortunately I won't be taking on any new padawans any time soon."
Anakin blinks, stunned. "No?"
Obi-Wan shakes his head. "No".
It takes a second for the words to fully register, to sink in, but when they do, it's as if the weight of the world has lifted off of his chest and Anakin feels as if he can finally breathe again. His shoulders almost slump in relief. "Why not?" He asks. He's not sure if he manages to come across as disinterested as he wants to look rather than the heart-shakingly happy person he is within knowing that his master wasn't about to replace him; at least not right now. That he wasn't about to take on a new padawan he chose. Not when he, Anakin needed him the most. But whether or not his poker face is intact, Obi-Wan doesn't react to it one way or another. Instead the auburn haired man drags a hand across his chin and thoughtfully stares at a point over Anakin's shoulder.
"I had you," Obi-Wan finally answers when the silence yet again threatens suffocation.
"What?"
"You," the Jedi Master says, giving a shrug and a sardonic little smirk. "I had you."
He says it as if that's answer enough. As if those three little words hold all the secrets to their entire relationship, their history and why in the name of the Force, Obi-Wan is refusing to take on another padawan.
But it doesn't make sense. Not really. Not to Anakin. And Anakin needs it to make sense. Needs his master to explain himself like he needs air to breathe.
Something within him burns with the aching need to know. He most know. He most understand.
He doesn't want Obi-Wan to accept another Padawan. Doesn't want his former master to actually choose someone. Point and select someone he wants (not someone forced on him like Anakin ), doesn't want a new, shiny padawan to break whatever they have right now. Because sure Anakin is a Knight. Sure he doesn't need his former master to look out for him anymore. Not really. But Obi-Wan is still there. Still just a step ahead of him or behind him whenever he needs him. Hell, half of Ahsoka's training falls on the older man's shoulders whenever Anakin is unavailable.
A new Padawan would disrupt that. Would ruin things. Would take his master away from him.
So he needs to know why. Why Obi-Wan has decided against taking a new kid under his wings. Because maybe then he could ensure that that why, that reason stays intact, forever. His confusion most somehow break through to the surface; bypassing all the other torrent of emotions swirling behind his mask of (I need to know, he is my master, why would he even consider---).
Sighing, Obi-Wan looks down at his tea. There is a tilt to his lips, almost as if he's debating with himself whether or not he wants to divulge any further information.
Sighing again he looks up to meet Anakin's eyes. A decision already reflected in that familiar gaze. "I had you, Anakin." He says again, a ghost of a smile flickering across his lips. "I image having you as my padawan has made me," here he pauses, bottom lip briefly getting caught between his teeth. "Well, it has made me a bit, biased."
Anakin stares, wide eyed.
"I don't think it would be fair of me to watch someone struggle under your shadow and deem themselves a failure because of it." Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan shrugs again. "I suppose what I'm trying to say is that it's hard to imagine anyone else ever managing to make me as proud of them as you did. And that kind of deeply rooted bias would be unfair to any new padawan I choose to train. I believe it would be cruel to subject anyone to that kind of standard. Simply put, they are not you."
If warmth itself could explode through his chest, Anakin was sure it would. This,.... this was probably the sweetest thing his master had ever said to him. And the fact that it had been said with such a matter of fact tone, with such honesty. It makes it all the more special.
"I imagine not." He jokes back, blinking furiously against the sudden onslaught of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "Besides me and Ahsoka are probably a handful already."
Obi-Wan snorts. "That," he says; eyes so incredibly fond it makes Anakin want to curl up against him like the nine year old kid he used to be, and cry. "That you are padawan mine. That you are."
