Chrollo sitting you up against his chest and holding a water bottle to your lips. He feeds you sips from the same bottle he drank from a moment before and watches as your lips touch the same places his did
Feitan feeding you himself with a spoon. He makes it out like it’s a demeaning, dominating thing, but really he just wants the excuse to take care of you. He scoops just the right amount of rice onto the spoon and waits a moment for it cool before holding it to your lips
Shalnark driving you to get boba tea, but he only orders one large. You sit in the car and he takes a long sip before holding the same straw to your mouth and feeding you from the same cup
Machi cutting apple slices and handing them to you while you both sit on the balcony. Your fingertips brush hers with each pass, and she uses her thumb to wipe sticky juice from your face and makes a noise that tells you not to mention it when you go to say thanks
Uvo used to order separate pizzas when he came over. Two for him, one for you. Now he only buys the two. Lets the you pick the toppings on one and has you eating from the same box as him
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“Is that my shirt?” w a fun twist where omega anakin finds obi-wan with his clothes?
this takes place during "like saints, like monsters", about 8 months after anakin finds feral, broken obi-wan and commits himself to entering the most codependent and disgusting relationship the temple has ever seen.
(from this list of prompts)
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Anakin practically runs from the hangar back to their quarters. He’s been gone for far too long. He’s been gone for hours. How has Obi-Wan been doing? What has the alpha filled his day with while Anakin was filling himself with fancy meats and cheeses that all tasted like ash in his mouth?
He grips the canvas bag in his hand tighter as he takes a corner at a mad angle. He hadn’t meant to be gone as long as he had been. The Chancellor had just kept talking, and it had felt rude to interrupt him when he’d gone to all this effort to schedule a time for them to meet after months of silence, purely on Anakin’s part because he’d had his hands full with Obi-Wan, with guiding and healing and protecting his master. He hadn’t had the time for the Chancellor, which the Chancellor had been so very understanding about. It had made Anakin feel ten times worse, because the old man was so nice to him. So appreciative. So very kind.
So he’d told Obi-Wan last night that he’d be meeting the Chancellor for lunch, which meant he’d need to be away for at least two hours. Obi-Wan had…he’d been confused on what away meant, when it came to Anakin. And then by how long two hours was. They’d created twelve timers, one for every ten minutes, so that Obi-Wan could look and know how long it would be—based just on the alarms—until Anakin would be back.
But then the Chancellor had kept on talking, and Anakin loves his friend and appreciates what he’s done for him in the past, especially during those years where his master was gone and Anakin was both aimless and hurting and angry, but he can talk forever.
It’s been five hours. The bond between them is silent and Anakin has spent the last two hours fretting over it because why and what has happened and is his alpha alright is his alpha safe is his alpha worried about him—
Someone tries to stop him in the Temple, but he bypasses them with a quick and sharp, “Apologies, Master—” (it could have been a padawan, Anakin doesn’t know)— “I have to go!”
He’d taken as many leftovers as the very ends of propriety would allow. If he’s going to eat like a king, he’ll make sure his alpha will as well. It’s only fair. It’s only right. Omegas provide.
He shakes the thought from his head. Deplorable to think of his master in such a light, even so indirectly. His master needed him to be as objective and tranquil as he would be, situations reversed.
Anakin ignores the needling voice insid of his head that points out that if their roles had been reversed, Obi-Wan would never have let Anakin go missing in the first place. And, failing that, he surely would have found him before seven kriffing years had passed.
It’s with shaking fingers that he enters the code for their quarters. It’s been too long. It’s been so long. Surely Obi-Wan has sensed over the bond that he’s almost back. That he’s close.
He’s trying to respect his old master, so he hasn’t prodded the connection himself. Obi-Wan had not big into using their bond to communicate, not like this new version of his master. The longer it’s been since the rescue—eight months now—the more Anakin has tried to wean himself off relying on the connection. It’s what the old Obi-Wan would have wanted. He knows that.
It’s just hard.
“Obi-Wan?” he calls as soon as he’s stepped through the doors. The living area is deserted. That’s not surprising, not really. His master dislikes being anywhere but their nest when he’s alone. He’s very rarely alone, but it’s still a pattern Anakin has noticed.
He crosses into the bedroom without a second thought, and there he is. There’s his master. A purr threatens to rupture his chest as he looks at the man. The man who has wrapped himself in their sheets and pillows and—
“Is that my shirt?” Anakin asks, confused. He steps into the room and Obi-Wan’s eyes fix on him completely.
His master growls and turns his face away.
“Oh, Obi-Wan,” Anakin murmurs, setting the food down on the floor and closing the distance between them. “I’m sorry. I’m late, I know it.”
The alpha growls again in agreement, as if he doesn’t know the very sound of his displeasure is tearing Anakin apart.
“You should have used the bond,” Anakin murmurs, reaching out between their minds to stroke over the connection.
Instantly, it lights up from his master’s end, and the alpha’s mind springs to wrap completely around his own. Forgot…how to, the man admits, the words tinged with shame.
Anakin inhales sharply, biting down on his own instinctual response to cry at the very idea that his master—who knows how to do everything and is the best Force-user in the Order—forgot how to access their bond.
I set more sounds, Obi-Wan says through the connection, as if picking up on Anakin’s pain and trying to make it better. Many.
Using the Force, Anakin lifts the datapad out of the nest so he can swipe to the page with alarms and study it. It goes off in his hands, a loud, disquieting, blaring sound. His alpha has set an alarm for every minute for the next five hours.
Instead of disarming each one, Anakin turns the ‘pad off with a flick of his wrist and discards it onto the floor. “May I enter our nest, Alpha?” he asks, one knee already placed on the mattress.
Obi-Wan sniffs his old undertunic that he’s got bundled in his hands in front of him before raising his nose in the air to sniff at Anakin himself.
No. Is the alpha’s declaration. Anakin gawps. You smell…bad, Obi-Wan continues. I don’t want it.
Anakin backs away. He’s tried for months now to make sure that Obi-Wan knows and understands that his wants are and will always be respected, which means that even though all he wants is to clamber into the nest and take the place of his old tunic in the alpha’s arms, he must keep himself away.
“I’ll go change,” he says. Obi-Wan pointedly says nothing. “And shower?”
A rusty purr from beneath the layers of blanket and fabric is all he gets in reply
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