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thegamingcatmom · 3 months ago

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How do you think the denalis and the re8 ladies (Donna included) would react to their s/o already having a child from a previous relationship?

Considering I´m in the middle of writing a lil (big) smt that involves MC having to deal with kids (well, one....kinda, lol), this ask made my heart soar. :3

Tanya Denali: ☝️

very supportive

in fact, will take on parental duties right away if you wish/allow it

she actually has to hold herself back quite a bit on that

(it´s as precious as it is just a smidge suffocating)

it´s a leader thing as well

as a leader, it´s her job to ensure the safety and well-being of every coven member

that includes her mate´s child

especially her mate´s child

she's good with children

albeit a bit strict

...she won't win the award of "coolest aunt/mom" anytime soon, let's be honest

she means well though

(a bit too well, sometimes)

she'll frequently remind the child to stay on the path she's marked (yes, I HC that vampires "mark" their territory by leaving their scent all over)

sometimes, she forgets that humans don't have a sense of smell that's out of this world

so she'll walk the route with the child to get them used to it, maybe point out some landmarks to make it easier for them to remember

it's adorable

...not so adorable when the child ignores her anyway and does what children do

which is testing boundaries and not following rules

yknow, kids will be kids

they don´t possess this hierarchical thinking yet

which is something you have to remind the proud leader of more often than not

she´ll come to terms with it

at some point

after lots of huffing and puffing and-

child: *looks at her with these big, innocent puppy dog eyes*

Tanya: ...🫠

(...it´s not at all fair that charm seems to run in the family)

she'll oversee how her coven members (or any other of her kind) act with the child very closely

...especially Kate

it´s not that she doesn´t trust her sister, but...

well, see for yourselves:

Kate Denali: 🤡

very good with kids

which doesn´t really come as a surprise, considering she acts like one for the most part

(at least if you ask her sisters)

she´s the "cool aunt" alright

and also a clown

even more so when the kid is present

the kid loves it, ofc

which only encourages her to up the ante each time she gets to spend time with them

that´s probs the reason why they take to her so fast

she really gives her all in her performances

it´s most precious to see

...and also quite nerve-wracking at times

especially considering she´s down for pretty much anything the kid wants

mostly because it drives Tanya up a wall

but also because she´s become addicted to hearing that infectious laughter

the kid has become her best audience fr

finally, someone who appreciates her wit and her spirit

she could just eat the munchkin right up-

Tanya: *makes the 'I´m watching you' gesture*

Kate: ...😇

Kate, on the inside: 🍴😋

...or am I?

that´s actually something she frequently does to make the kid laugh

yknow, pretending to eat their lil feetsies or their tiny fingers :3

she also takes them for a ride on her shoulders or back every time they ask for it

she´ll also happily do the zoomies when the kid asks for it

or just drop down from the highest point she can find if they ask for it

or, yknow, wrestle a bear if that´s what the kid wants to see

...

you have to remind her on a regular basis that following a kid´s every whim isn´t exactly in anyone´s best interest

...

it´s more yelling, let´s be honest

(her sisters are only all too happy to join in)

Irina Denali: ❤️

out of the sisters, she´s Momma

so, naturally, she´s smitten with the little one right from the start

they look so much like you, how could she not love them unconditionally as soon as she lays eyes on them?

carries them around every chance she gets

squishes those chubby cheeks wherever she can

reading to them is one of her fav ways to pass the time

she'll make the voices too, ofc

like, yknow, doing her damnest to bring those characters to life for the little one

it's fucking wholesome

she'll gladly take the little one if you need a break or a breather

no judgement here, we can't all have unlimited stam and energy (sadly)

watching the little one sleeping peacefully fills her cold, unbeating heart with warmth so fierce, it feels as though it might just start beating again at any moment

especially if you're there as well - the little one curled up into you as you both sleep soundly after a day full of adventures is almost too much for her to handle

will join you if it does get too much to handle

she just needs that contact

she´ll put a blanket in between though, so the two of you stay warm and cozy despite her freezing body

takes lots of photos for the many albums she has

(and she has lots of them)

this is a time you can´t get back

they grow so fast...

you have to cherish every moment

she´s very good at math, so that comes in handy when it´s time for homework

she nails every subject, let´s be honest

they all do, but Irina is the most patient about it

she´ll explain everything thoroughly and has no problem repeating what she said over and over and over and over and-

until the little one gets it

when they do, she´ll give them the biggest hug

and smooches

she loves blowing raspberries too

they always make the little one break out into uncontrollable laughter

which makes her laugh in return

which makes them laugh even harder

which makes her-

For the Denali sisters, there´s the added pressure of knowing they´ll have to turn you both at some point. For you, that´s a given. You´ve long since come to terms with it. You´re looking forward to spending eternity with your chosen one(s). For the child? Well...

There´s still time. And until that day comes, they´ll cherish every waking (and sleeping) moment, gradually easing the little one into this new world day by day, bit by bit. And once that day has come, well-

They´ll still cherish every moment. However, it can´t be denied that there´s a sense of relief in knowing the two of you are much less breakable now. <3

Bela Dimitrescu: 👩‍🏫

she´s quite strict

...she´s a drill sergeant, let´s be honest

she refers to it as "teaching"

she´s used to giving her all in everything she does to impress Momma - only perfect is good enough for her

so, naturally, she expects the same level of commitment from everyone else

neither you, nor your child are an exception to that

(except when you are)

she softens somewhat when you´ve had one of your many talks though

yknow, where you tell her that your child isn´t a dog for her to train

or one of her many prisoners to torture

(it´s more yelling on your part)

Bela is all for tough love, so that´s what she´ll receive in return when the "tough" becomes a bit too much for your liking

she has the decency to look the slightest bit...reprimanded

not for long though

(ffs)

she refers to the child as "little one", without exception

no matter the mood she´s in

it´s the tone that gives away her true feelings

when she´s mad, there´s an edge to her voice, dripping with condescension

when she´s pleased, she has the sweetest voice

in fact, her whole demeanor changes when you or the child do something she deems "appropriate"

she even purchases kid's toys and stuffed animals from the Duke as a reward

for the child ofc

...most times

she'll take the little one on tours through the castle to show them where they're allowed to go

and, most importantly, where they're not allowed to go

she might be a human-eating mass murderer, but she understands that there's just some things that are not suitable for children

the brutal torturing/killing/processing of people being one of them

(not that she's ever cared before meeting you and the little one)

she reads to the child and even tries to teach them

...let's just say, she isn't exactly the most patient individual

you have to interfere when the little one starts crying

there's lots of yelling

Bela is back to looking the slightest bit reprimanded

not for long though, as per usual

it's a vicious circle with her

also because you keep coming back

also because, despite the struggles, the little one flashes a toothy smile every time they set eyes on Bela

she'd never openly admit it, but anyone with eyes can see the effect it has on the eldest

the effect in question: 🫠

Cassandra Dimitrescu: 👹

she's a bit like Kate actually

just a lot more unhinged

(a lot more)

she'll accept the kid without question or hesitation

mostly because she's been bored out of her mind anyway

finally something interesting happening around the castle

she kinda turns into a kid herself

a very bratty one

it drives Bela (and you) up a wall because, naturally, the kid mimics her behavior

Cass couldn't be more proud of herself

she shows the kid her collection of sickles when nobody's watching

who tf am I kidding: she doesn't give a rat's ass if someone's watching

on the contrary

she enjoys the attention too much

she even asks the Duke to craft a mini sickle - fully functioning ofc

only the best for her little slasher :3

she´ll teach the kid how to swing it like a pro

she´ll also teach them how to string them up properly

(the people, not the sickles)

which prompts lots of yelling

mostly on your part (and Bela´s)

sometimes, she leaves bits and pieces of some poor unfortunate soul lying around in hopes the kid will see it and ask questions

(she pretends it was an accident ofc, just...fell out of her pocket or smt)

nothing too gory though, just a tooth here or a toe there

yknow, gotta keep it somewhat PG

needless to say, the kid does ask questions

naturally, you're horrified

naturally, Cass is delighted and will happily answer any and all-

there's lots of yelling on both sides then

which soon turns into death threats on both sides

it gets so bad that, eventually, Momma D has to step in

which isn't exactly something new when it comes to Cass the Crass

she tries sneak into the cellar multiple times a day

with the kid ofc

she wants to prove to them that she´s the "cool" one, yknow? not a party pooper like her big sister who´s all about rules and following orders (yawn)

fortunately for you and your waning sanity, there´s almost always someone guarding the entrance for this exact reason

mostly Bela

or Mama D, when Bela is busy doing other things

(like experimenting on people)

(which means she´s down there anyway)

(nothing gets past her)

not that Dani isn´t absolutely willing and ready to get the job done - she´s brimming with excitement

however, she gets...distracted

very easily

Daniela Dimitrescu: 🤝

she loves the child

right away

they´ll be besties forever!

and ever!

UNTIL THE END OF TIME!

she loves them

she often reads to them, making the voices and funny faces

when the child rewards her efforts with their sweet laughter, she immediately joins in

which only makes them laugh harder

which makes her laugh harder

which makes them-

(you catch my drift)

she loves them

so much

she frequently takes the little one for a fly ride

which means she transforms into a bunch of her flies and carries the child around à la Magic Carpet

it´s really quite wholesome to watch

their shared laughter that echoes through the castle even manages to put a smile on one or two faces

until she drops them

...

people are screaming BLOODY MURDER-

"HAH, GOT YOU!"

...

literally -> the child´s fine ofc, laughing hysterically at the stunt she´s just pulled

they absolutely love it

besides, like she´d ever-

...excuse?

are you saying she´d harm her bestie for life???

HOW DARE YOU!

SHE LOVES THEM!

...

she gets a kick out of making the staff fear for their lives by pretending she´s gonna drop the little one

(because, if that were to ever happen, someone´s gonna pay)

as adorable as you find the sight of the two of them cackling like maniacs, sometimes you have to rein her in a bit because she tends to forget that humans - especially small ones - need their sleep

she understands ofc...after lots of complaining and whining

...

LIKE THAT WILL STOP HER-

(she´s just gonna sneak into their room when nobody´s watching so she can curl up with her bestie :3)

Lady Dimitrescu: 🤲

she kinda has proud!grandma energy, if that makes sense?

meaning: the micuțul enjoys a bit of a different upbringing compared to the daughters

(meaning: a lot less bloodier)

she´d never admit it out loud, but she wants to put the little one in her non-existent pocket

she probably could because they would be gigantic like the rest of her

(not me imagining Lady D wearing one of those hoodies made for carrying your beloved pet with you wherever you go)

she can fit the micuțul easily in one of her hands though when she carries them around the castle

which she does a lot

also to show the little one off to the staff

and they better respond to their joint appearance with "aww" or "oh, what a precious little thing"

failing to do so will result in becoming her next bottle of wine

she wears the biggest smile when she walks through the castle and its grounds, the micuțul in one hand as she gestures to various objects and people with the other, explaining in great detail what purpose each of those things serve

"And this, my little gândăcel, is our head cook, widely known throughout this village for their supreme culinary talents. They can conjure up the finest meals from even the simplest ingredients - always the freshest, naturally. Ask for anything your little heart may desire, and it shall be yours."

the head cook, on the outside: 😊

the head cook, on the inside, realizing their fate lies in the hands of a child now: 💀

has the micuțul sitting in her lap when she´s working because she finds that it´s incredibly helpful with managing her stress levels

(ever since you and the little one moved in, significantly fewer pieces of furniture have met their untimely demise at the hands of a stressed Mama)

she also starts teaching the micuțul the arts of winemaking very early on (gotta teach em young and all)

we´re talking about the PG version ofc

actual wine is what I´m saying

no maidens were drained in the making

...yet

they will be though, at some point

when the little bug is older

(much older, tyvm)

you do your best to keep the whole winemaking business as far away from your child as possible, even going so far as to lock yourself and the little one away if things start to venture into non-PG territory

but the Lady can be rather...convincing

(by the time she´s done with you, you´re too tired and too bruised to even lift a finger)

Donna Beneviento: 🧸

she invites you and your child into her home and heart right away

she loves children

especially yours

and she loves crafting toys for them

especially for yours

she makes dolls and little wooden figurines like cars and animals, but she´ll also happily replicate action figures or any character from any movie or series the piccolo wants

she´s a very talented seamstress, so she often makes stuffed animals and clothing for the little one too

her house might be a hellish nightmare for most adults, but for children? it´s paradise

Angie!Donna makes a real effort to talk and behave extra deranged after learning it makes the little one laugh uncontrollably

it´s quite wholesome to watch

albeit a smidge terrifying

and very unpleasant on the ears

the things we endure for our children

Angie!Donna loves tea parties, so naturally, she throws one (or five) pretty much every day for the piccolo

she frequently cooks for the little one (and you ofc), and she encourages them to try as well - under her supervision and guidance, of course

you can´t see it due to her veil, but you don´t have to - you know she´s over the moon when your child announces that her Spaghetti Bolognese is "the best thing ever!"

"Can I have more?"

she downright melts

she uses her hallucinations to conjure up things the piccolo has always longed to see "in the flesh"

like the most exotic animals

or their favorite superhero

or their favorite character/s from any movie, series, book, etc.

anything they can think of, really

she takes the piccolo with her when she goes to work in her garden

she needs likes to keep an eye

but she also lets them "help" her ofc

said help consists mostly of digging holes, which may or may not be needed later

she also uses this opportunity to teach them a thing or two about plants in general

yknow, things like how plants behave in different seasons, their purpose in general, what herbs you can get from which plant and so on

(now, that´s some teaching you can get behind)

Mother Miranda: 🔬

it´s a bit...complicated at first

she doesn´t show any signs of aggression or disdain or anything that might hint at an imminent murder attempt

on the contrary

she shows great interest in your child - their physics, their mental condition, their blood-

and that´s kinda the problem

in all those decades she´s spent working to bring back her own child, her brain has kind of been...rewired

which means that, instead of seeing an innocent child - your innocent child - all she sees is another opportunity to bring back Eva

needless to say, you´re furious

and disappointed

and, most of all, you feel betrayed

the latter is what ultimately snaps her out of it

she doesn´t apologize though

not with words, at least

...not yet

instead, she shows real interest now

however, her almost clinical way of speaking still hinders any progress from being made at first

"Can you share your thought process behind the colors you selected for this mammal?"

...

the fact you have to point out that the focus of a children´s coloring book isn´t necessarily on realistic representation is both amusing and slightly concerning to you

you also gently remind her that she´s talking to a child

only to feel bad right after when she merely blinks at you in confusion

...you help her out with the next questions to ease your conscience:

she asks them about their favorite school subject

(and has to hold back an eye-roll when they say break)

she asks about their favorite animal

(her eye starts twitching when they say fish)

she asks about their favorite food

(and almost loses it when they say bird)

you scramble to tell her that they mean chicken, but you fear the damage is already done

(however, you can´t deny that the sight of your child casually leading the High Priestess to the brink of a nervous breakdown fills you with no small amount of glee...especially after she tried turning them into her next specimen)

despite her efforts (and she´s trying yall), it takes quite a bit for your child to warm up to her

but then, one unexpected evening, after months of living with her:

MC and Miranda: *curled up on the couch, watching a movie*

MC Junior: *comes running into the living room wearing their PJs*

MC Junior: "I´m done brushing my teeth! Can you read me a bedtime story?"

MC, starting to get up: "Sure thing, pumpk-"

MC Junior, pointing their finger: "No! I want Mira!"

MC and Miranda: 👁️👄👁️

MC Junior: *runs back out and ahead*

MC and Miranda: *share a look of utter disbelief before simultaneously breaking into joyful laughter*

Also MC and Miranda: *share a passionate kiss that reflects the struggles they faced over these past few months*

MC Junior, in the distance: "Mira?!"

MC, nudging Miranda along: "Your devoted little follower craves your wisdom, oh holy Mother Miranda."

Miranda: *gives a knowing smirk and one last peck before getting up and following after MC Junior*

MC: *watches her go, a blissful smile on her face*

In case it wasn´t clear: Mother Miranda went from 🔬 to 🪺 somewhere along the way. And she damn well deserves it cause she worked hard to achieve that status. ✊😤

Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

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tennessoui · 1 year ago

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I'm begging on my hands and knees for more Twilight au, and those are words I never thought I'd say! Anakin being able to resist compulsion, and Obi-Wan seeming instantly obsessed, and poor Shmi! Pretty please 🥺🙏

hey!! sure! here's some more!

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Having a sheriff for a mom sucked a lot when he was a kid growing up in a small town. There was probably nothing Anakin was rebelling against more at eleven, at thirteen, at seventeen than the rule of law his mother represented.

All things considered, she was pretty good at separating her home life from her worklife. It was Anakin who was bad at respecting the separation, Anakin who couldn’t keep son out of delinquent. There’s only so many times he could be pulled out of wreckage and bars and buildings with Keep Out No Trespassing signs on them before he got The Sheriff at home and out in public.

He’d hated it growing up and had come to grudgingly respect it later and in fits and starts. His dad dying had, terribly and ironically, helped a lot. His mother had had a stroke just before and then Anakin had been faced with the possibility of being an orphan, and the terror of that had mellowed him out.

Sorta.

He still hates a lot of things about his mother’s job. Especially the fact that she’s the sheriff of a very small town.

And when people talk, she listens.

The thing about small towns is that everyone’s always fucking talking. And other people are always fucking lsitening so they can talk later. One big fucking community, which means when Anakin comes home from his weird doctor’s appointment with Dr. Kenobi, a few hours later because he took a detour biking along the edge of the seaside cliffs just to spit in the good doctor’s metaphorical face, Shmi Skywalker already knows more than Anakin ever planned to tell her.

Like, for instance, “Sheila says that Dr. Kenobi thought it would behoove you to spend some time at the local library volunteering.”

Anakin pauses, backpack half-slung off his shoulders. He hangs his stuff up slowly, careful to keep his tone very light. “Did Sheila say what I told him after he said that?”

His mom’s silence is very loud.

“I don’t want to do i—”

“I asked the new librarian about it on my way home from the station. She thinks it’s a wonderful idea. Apparently we used to have a program like that in the forties but it died out during the war.”

“Mom, come on—”

“It’ll look good on resumes, saying you created and supported a local reading program.”

“Yeah, but I’m a bit too old to be applying for babysitting positio—”

“It’ll look good for me as well,” Shmi says in her sheriff voice. “Elections are coming up soon. It’ll be good, if my kid was involved in the community.”

Anakin’s glad that his back is still turned to the living room, where his mom is sitting. “Are you gonna run again?” he asks, paying special attention to his tone this time.

“Why wouldn’t I?” his mom replies. “I’ve been sheriff for a decade and a half.”

Anakin lets his eyes fall closed for a second, knowing that his face can’t be seen. This is how they end up half the time: Shmi’s ardent belief that she is invincible, going up against Anakin’s desperate desire for her to be so.

And they just don’t talk about it. As if they’re actually in agreement.

He knows how this is going to shake out.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow?” His mother asks.

Anakin’s eyes remain closed. “I guess so,” he says.

—--------

Mrs. Kenobi—call me Satine—is sort of scary up close. She’s tall. She glides between bookshelves. Anakin’s never met someone who glides before. And she’s so intensely, incredibly, blindingly perfect that Anakin would rather be anywhere but in her vicinity. There’s something incredibly unnerving about the symmetry of her face, the sharpness of her cheekbones. She’s obviously an absolute knock-out, just drop-dead gorgeous, but it makes Anakin’s skin crawl and his heart beat fast, but not in a good way or a normal teenage boy way.

Anakin tries to keep the unease off his face as Satine leads him through a tour of the library, a gentle hand on his forearm. That’s another thing Anakin doesn’t really like. She’s wearing satin gloves. He doesn’t know anyone who wears gloves anymore.

It’s just all a bit…unsettling.

“I put in a few words around the school yesterday afternoon,” Satine tells him. They pass by the mystery section, the fantasy section, and take a hard right into the young adult section. The shelves are smaller here, and Anakin feels rather stupidly gigantic as he and Satine walk through them. “To some parents picking their children up after school. They agreed it would be good exposure to bring them to the library for an hour or so of reading before supper.”

Anakin highly doubts it will be, but Satine hasn’t really asked him.

She sweeps past his figure and pushes open a pair of double doors with a flourish better suited for a Russian tsarina hosting an elaborate ball than a small town librarian showing off a small, cramped, and dusty room filled with padded seats and threadbare rugs.

And then, as if she has been waiting to put the last nail in the proverbial coffin, Satine adds, “A few students from the local high school will be here as well.”

“Sorry,” Anakin says, “are you saying I’m going to be reading to high school students? Can’t they do that themselves?”

After all, Anakin went to high school here. Academics hadn’t been too rigorously challenging, but they’d taught the fucking basics.

Satine raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow in his direction. “They’ll be volunteering as well.”

Oh. Right.

“It looks good on their college applications,” Satine waves a hand through the air and the words linger there. Anakin looks out the rather dirty window, jaw clenching. “I’ve already chosen a handful of books I think the young ones will enjoy.”

Anakin, committed to his fate, pads over to the titles placed carefully ontop of a short, stout side table.

“Peter the Rabbit,” he reads off the top. “Peter Pan. Alice in Wonderland. Treasure Island. The Prince and the Pauper—look, you’re the librarian here, but don’t you have anything written this century maybe? Harry Potter, even.”

“These are classics,” Satine tells him, her nose raised into the air as if she has encountered something particularly foul-smelling. She turns away, presumably to return to the front desk so she can welcome half the fucking town inside the library so Anakin can read them fucking Anne of Green Gables and become a better person.

“These are fucking boring,” he mutters to himself, flicking the cover of the first book, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz open. Publication date: 1900. “I’d rather be in Kenobi’s office getting lectured at.”

There’s a sharp noise of disapproval from the doorway, and Anakin’s head snaps up to see the tail end of a very heated look from the librarian before the door closes behind her.

He shivers, alone in the emply room, and it takes several long minutes for his heart to settle back into its normal pace.

—----------

After the fourth kid sneezes, Anakin closes his book with a snap and stands from the very small chair they’ve got him sitting on. “Come on,” he tells the cluster of children he’s been assigned to. “We’re getting out of here.”

“Are you kidnapping us?” One of them, a snot-nosed kid who’d started the sneezing says, rubbing at her cheek beneath her glasses. “Cause mommy says that’s not allowed.”

“I’m not kidnapping you,” Anakin snaps back, barely holding in his natural follow-up to the sentence which is of course, I don’t want to be around any of you in the first place. “Also, just for future reference, you shouldn’t ask if someone’s kidnapping you after you already start following them.”

The girl scowls and reaches up her hand to hold onto Anakin’s.

For the love of Christ.

“We’re just going to go into the main part of the library,” Anakin tells his children, all six of them. “They have windows out there.”

They have windows out there and they also have parents. Parents who absolutely should be doing other things with their lives and precious hour of extra freetime.

Parents who are clustered instead around the library’s front desk as the town’s newest librarian holds court.

“Is reading time over?” one of the kids asks him, turning his head to look up at Anakin.

Anakin thinks about it. “Do you want reading time to be over?”

The kid thinks about it back. “Yeah,” he decides. “You don’t do the voices good.”

“It’s a boring book,” Anakin tells the kid. “Voices aren’t going to make it better.”

“Voices always make it better,” another kid says. “They make everything better.”

“Oh look,” Anakin says. “Is that your father?”

He gestures vaguely towards the cluster of drooling middle-aged somethings focused on Satine.

The kid peeks around his thigh and then shakes his head. “No,” he says. “That’s Dr. Obi.”

“Dr. Obi!” The kid holding Anakin’s hand says, and she lets go.

Anakin gets a bad feeling about this, a feeling that only doubles when he turns around to see Dr. Kenobi sauntering towards him, hands tucked into the pockets of a long dark jacket that makes him look even more pale than he already is.

He scowls automatically as the man gets closer. “Dr. Obi.”

Dr. Kenobi spares him a look that’s far too amused for Anakin’s pleasure before he crouches down to the level of the kids. “Hello there, young ones,” he says, opening his arms to accept a hug from the traitor of a girl Anakin’s just spent thirty minutes reading to. “Are you eating all your vegetables? Even the brussel sprouts?”

“I like brussel sprouts,” one of the kids reports sounding proud, and that starts a cacophony of opinions about brussel sprouts from all around Anakin.

“Wow! One of mine just absolutely hates them,” Dr. Kenobi says. “She refuses to eat them, so you’re very brave, Michele.” He lets go of the girl and turns his golden-brown gaze up to Anakin. “And what does Mr. Skywalker think?” he asks, raising a hand for Anakin to take. It’s very obvious he’s asking for a hand up and Anakin is obeying before he thinks about it. He snatches his hand free almost too soon, but Dr. Kenobi doesn’t even have the grace to lose his balance and fall over.

His hand is like ice in Anakin’s, and Anakin stuffs his fingers into the pocket of his jacket automatically a second later.

“Do brussel sprouts help with circulation?” he’s biting out before he can stop himself. “Cause you may need some then.”

Kenobi’s head tilts very slightly to the side as his eyes catch and hold onto Anakin’s. “Oh?” he asks lightly.

“You’re cold,” is all Anakin mutters in return. He swipes his other hand against the back of his neck. “”S poor circlutation, isn’t it? Something in your diet maybe?” Dr. Kenobi blinks at him and then breaks into a wide smile. “I can assure my diet is very…circulation-mindful,” he says. “Blood health positive.”

Anakin’s mouth thins into a line. He guesses that’s what he gets for trying to give health advice to a doctor, especially a doctor like Kenobi who just so happens to be devastatingly attractive and also smart.

And also an asshole. And also married.

Speaking of which. “Are you here to fend off your wife’s admirers with a scalpel?” Kenobi’s eyebrows raise. “Young ones,” he turns his head away from Anakin, down to the children.

The strangest feeling breaks of Anakin the second Kenobi looks away, almost as if a strange pressure he hadn’t even realized had been building was suddenly dissolved.

The very small beginnings of a headache begin to thrum in his temples.

“Young ones, it’s time to find your parents, isn’t it?” Kenobi says, and like fucking magic, the crowd of six children around Anakin disperse, children swarming away from him towards the group of adults surrounding the front desk.

“Can you teach me how to do that?” Anakin blurts out, even though he’d meant to ignore Kenobi now that he doesn’t have to make nice in front of small kids. Not that he was really making nice in the first place. But now he definitely doesn’t have to.

Kenobi gives him a half-smile, eyes heavy-lidded. “It’s a special sort of skill that takes, above all else, much practice.”

Anakin scowls. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Does Kenobi think he can’t commit himself to something even as mundane as a fucking commanding persona? Does he think he doesn’t have it in him to be–-

Kenobi’s eyebrows go up again. “Has anyone ever told you that you are exceedingly defensive?”

“You’re extremely nosey,” Anakin snaps back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t you have better things to focus on right now anyway?”

He gestures loosely towards Satine, who has started playing with one of the mother’s bracelets as the other woman stands and looks at her rather dumbfounded.

Kenobi follows his gaze and then lets out a huff of laughter. “Satine can take care of herself,” he says, even though it hadn’t really been Satine that Anakin was worried about.

He’s about to open his mouth to say so when Kenobi turns back to him. His eyes are piercing, a dark, captivating sort of gold.

“Do you find my wife beautiful, Anakin?” he asks.

Anakin blinks. His headache is getting worse, which is probably down to what can only be a trick-question fashioned to look like a grenade lobbed at his feet. “I don’t think there’s a good answer to that,” he mutters, rubbing absently at his forehead. “What the fuck.”

“An honest answer is a good one,” Kenobi says lightly. “Tell me honestly.”

The words feel pulled from Anakin’s stomach, and he’s opening his mouth before he realizes it. “No,” he says.

Kenobi’s eyebrows crinkle together. “No?”

Anakin curses his stupid impulse control. “She’s beautiful,” he adds quickly. “Really. But…it makes me uncomfortable.”

Kenobi’s lips purse, and then there’s something like disappointment in his eyes as he examines Anakin. “Ah yes,” he murmurs. “I’ve been told my wife can make countless young men feel rather uncomfortable. It’s normal in men your age, Anakin. Sexual ar—”

“Uncanny,” Anakin blurts out. He doesn’t mean to, but he also doesn’t want to listen to Kenobi trying to lecture him on fucking arousal in the public library. When it’s not even relevant. “She’s so beautiful, it’s uncanny.”

“Uncanny.”

“Yeah, like. Monstrous.”

Kenobi’s mouth falls open, pink lips parted in what looks like honest surprise.

Anakin’s own eyes widen as it hits him that he’s just called Kenobi’s wife a monster to Kenobi’s face.

“Shit,” he says. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m going to go.”

He throws a look at Kenobi, whose eyes are lit with something a lot like interest and then across the library to where Satine’s head is turned, cocked, and eyebrows up high on her forehead, as if she’s just heard everything he’s said.

He decides rather immediately that he’s going to take the backdoor exit.

#asks #twilight au #obikin #a couple of things:#all the books mentioned are published before 1920 because satine was probably a young mother around that time #imo she became a vampire during ww1 #brussel sprouts tasted very bitter in the 60s through the 90s before we tweaked how they were grown genetics wise #so kids used to hate them and one of the vampires in obi-wan's coven was a kid during the 60s so has strong memories of brussel sprouts #being awful #satine's special vampire power is her beauty which is like double that of the normal enthralling/alluring/perfect predator beauty #so anakin's own sort of immunity to vampire powers a la bella means he just finds it unnerving and uncanny #but he did fall prey to obi-wans mind trick at the end there because the immunity thing i think would be something he has to practice #to get strong at #so his immunity kicked in at satine's beauty and it didn't affect him #but he couldn't also effectively protect himself from obi-wan's mind compulsion #to tell the truth #because systems overloaded

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