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keytomythoughts · 4 years ago

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Perfection Imperfections | Chapter 1

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Finally, summer break. It’s been a while since I was able to go home. Having to attend high school rather far from my home in Seoul, I never thought that I’d adjust to the new environment. Fortunately, I wasn’t entirely alone, since I stayed with my aunt for the four years of my high school life. School wasn’t so bad, but the homesickness is what killed it for me. Even though it was my parents' idea to send me a rather vast distance—me not being too excited about it, but I knew I wouldn’t get my way in the end—there was some good that came from it. The two only good things, actually.

I glance outside the train window, the buildings of Busan zooming past me. Sure, it may not be my home, but I won’t lie. I’m really going to miss this place. My phone suddenly vibrates in my lap, glancing down to see a text from my group chat, smiling as I respond.

(Binnie)

R u still on the train?

Yeah have been for the past like 30 mins

(Eunuwu)

Going back to ur parents? Or r u moving out?

Funny

Yk I can’t move out, at least not on my own. My parents won’t allow it

(Binnie)

What about Jaehyun?

Idk, they rlly dc what he does tbh

They’re just hell-bent on me getting into the top schools and shit

(Eunuwu)

Damn, rough

Mhm

(Binnie)

Try talking to them, u never know

They might change their minds?

Nah, I already know how it’s gonna end

Me crying and stuffing myself with pints of ice cream

(Eunuwu)

Doesn't sound so bad

(Binnie)

¬_¬

(Eunuwu)

Except for the crying part ofc

But c’mon it cant really be THAT bad

I’ve been over plenty of times, they seem nice

(Binnie)

U’ve been to her house??

Yeah him and oppa are friends too

(Binnie)

Righttt forgot lol

And that’s bc you were there dumbass and half of the time ur either in oppa’s room or out somewhere

Interaction with my parents = minimal

(Binnie)

That sounds awful ngl :( sorry Hyuna

But hey we should all hang soon!

(Eunuwu)

I’ll be in Seoul for the summer too so y not?

I miss y’all :’(

Ok I should be there around like 5 ish so I’ll text then

(Binnie)

Aww I miss u toooo

(Eunuwu)

*puke*

Shut up, ur just jealous

(Eunuwu)

Me? Jealous?? Of what, ur face?

Yea no thx, Ive got a great face already

And personality 0:)

Gr8, explains why ur still single

(Binnie)

LOLL

She got u there bro

(Eunuwu)

Shut up

Ur talking as if u’ve got a gf

Idiot

(Binnie)

At least I didnt reject them as coldly as u did lol

See? My point exactly

Your fAcE scared off every girl in sight bc of tht pErSoNaLiTy

I almost feel bad for them, u little heart breaker

(Binnie)

He made a couple of em cry I heard

Rlly?!?

YAH

U MORON

(Eunuwu)

Bin wtf

(Binnie)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

U JERK HOW COULD U??

Those poor girls omg

Im so kicking ur ass when I c u

(Binnie)

Me 2

(Eunuwu)

Wtf?? Y???

(Binnie)

No reason lol, just feel like it

And this is why ily Binnie

(Binnie)

:D <3

(Eunuwu)

GROSS

Can it u demon

Read 4:02 PM

I snort, turning off my phone and placing it back down on my lap as I go back to staring outside my left-hand window again. Meet Cha Eunwoo and Moon Bin, my two best friends. The only reason I got through high school how I did without major setbacks. Sure, there was the occasional homesickness and all, but had I not met these two, I probably wouldn’t have even attended and graduated.

Being so far away from the place I grew up never really suited me, and they saw it right away from day one how lonely and upset I looked. I didn't seem to fit in, especially since I skipped a grade and was placed in classes that were very advanced for me. Not that I minded the vigor, but it was hard for me to socialize, let alone make friends.

That’s when I met them. Freshman year in homeroom before my first literature class. Moon Bin, a boy with parted, coppery-golden hair accompanied by his shy, puppy-eye smile and sweet nature, offered me an empty seat next to him in class, even going as far as to share his textbook and asking how I found the school. No doubt, I was embarrassed and immensely shy, stuttering over my words and failing to meet his soft gaze. However, he didn’t make fun of me nor find me odd. All he did was smile, laughing lightly at my slightly flustered state. He stuck his hand out, introducing himself (most people just call him Moonbin or Bin) with that smile of his, thus the start of our new friendship. Since then, he became someone who always knew how to cheer me up when I was feeling down. No moment was ever dull with him by my side.

Eunwoo, the tall, brooding black-haired and charismatic student almost everyone knew (and crushed on) of, was usually with Moonbin when we hung out together, but he normally kept to himself. Though quiet and sometimes reserved with his intimidating looks, it didn’t take long for him to break the ice with us, the three of us becoming close friends. Promising to stay like this until we went to college and beyond. Regardless if we all diverge and tread different paths, we would always converge and come back to one another.

Four years flew by and graduation was upon us. Just like that, the two became like family to me, my ride-or-die duo. The two who were able to turn my world upside down, finding solace in a time where I thought it was nearly impossible for me to.

My thoughts are interrupted by my “Move” ringtone—yes, I’m a huge Lee Taemin fan—looking down at my phone again to see it’s my brother calling. I sigh, picking up the call.

“What?”

He gasps dramatically. “Is that any way to address your loving older brother after being away for so long?”

I snort, shaking my head. “Loving my ass, oppa. How are mom and dad?”

“They’re fine, living. Didn’t you tell them you’re coming home?”

“Nope, I don’t even text them that often. You already know this..”

He sighs. “Yeah, I figured.”

There’s a slight pause on his end, but he continues. “You took the three-thirty train, right? So you’ll be here around five or so?”

“Yeah, give or take.”

I look out the window again to see the endless stretch of greenery and flowing springs, sometimes even children playing in the fields. I grin mischievously, deciding to poke fun at my brother when he doesn’t respond right away.

“What, you miss me?”

He makes a sound similar to throwing up. “As if. I got so used to the peace and quiet. I’m not ready for it to go away.”

“Yah!” I realize that I had yelled a bit too loudly and eyes were now trained on me, and I bow my head in apology. I lower my voice, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Oh, I know, but you still love me anyway.”

“Shut up.”

I can hear his laugh resonate through the phone and a smile unknowingly tugs at my lips. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but it’s true. When I lived with my aunt in Busan for the duration of high school, I missed Jaehyun a lot. Though two years older than me, he didn’t seem to alienate me the way my parents do. While I hate the notion that they spoil Jaehyun endlessly and let him do as he wishes, I won’t lie and say that he was a prick about it. He could’ve been, but he never came off as selfish. I’m really close with my brother, shocking as it may be. Sibling relationships are like that—one minute you want to strangle them with their intestines and the next you’re singing duets together. Crazy, but that’s how it is for us. My parents don’t really pay me any attention, so Jaehyun decides to do that instead. Not complaining though. I’d rather take his pranking and teasing over my parents’ demands and reprimands any day.

“Aight, I’m heading out for a bit. Text me when you arrive.”

I smile again. “Will do, but make sure to get me food!”

“Let me think…” He hums, and I can practically sense the smirk on his end. “Nope. Get your own.”

“Oppa!”

Jaehyun laughs. “See you in a bit, Hyuna. Get here safely. Bye!”

He hangs up the call before I get a chance to retort, and I scoff. Typical of my brother. He knows how much I enjoy street food, and every time he goes out, it’s almost certain that most of the time he stops somewhere to eat. Did he ever bring food back? Sure, but by the time I’d get to it, most of it was gone anyways. That only lasted a little while before I had gone upstate anyways, so he had more food for himself, I guess.

As the train barrels down the tracks, I feel my heart racing in excitement, but there’s also a slight ounce of dread. I really don’t know why. I want to believe it’s because I’ve been away for too long, but part of me knows it’s the fact that I’ll have to face my parents again. Knowing that I only have two months to decide where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do, I know the bitter truth is that those decisions won’t be left up to me. Last time, I was sent to Busan.

God knows where I’d be sent to now.

***

“Final destination of the KTX Busan-Seoul train at Seoul Station is approaching and will arrive at 05:30 PM. The doors to alight are on the right hand side. All passengers are requested to dismount the train upon arrival. Thank you.”

That’s my stop.

Gathering my bag and hand luggage, I patiently wait for the train to pull up at the station. Seeing the familiar shops and buildings around me makes my legs bounce up and down in both excitement and anticipation.

Four long years away from Seoul...

Before getting off, I quickly text the group chat and then my brother, letting them all know that I’ve reached safely. Side-stepping the other passengers exiting the subway doors, I carefully land onto the platform with my luggage in tow. I breathe in the air around as I stretch my arms up into the sky, the grin widening on my face.

It sure as hell feels good to be back home.

I try my best to maneuver through the crowds, but it doesn’t stop the rush of people knocking into me. At times like these, I curse my genetics for favoring my older brother instead of me in terms of height. Eventually, I come to a clearing and when my eyes glance upwards, I spot a rather familiar dark brown-haired six-foot-tall male amongst the small crowd waving me over.

“Hyuna, over here!”

I gasp, my eyes widening. “Oppa!”

He smiles as I begin walking towards him, my feet hurriedly moving across the concrete. The distance between us shortens and I abandon my luggage as he opens his arms wide.

Only for me to sucker punch him in the stomach.

He yelps in pain, grimacing as he holds his abdomen. “Shit, that hurt. What has Aunt Sua been feeding you up there? Rocks?”

I smack his shoulder, my blood slightly boiling in anger. “Yah, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?! Do you know how much money I blew off for the bus fare?”

He straightens his back before going to rub his shoulder, then behind his neck.

“Fine, fine. My bad. I wanted to surprise you, but I guess that didn’t work, did it?”

I cross my arms over my chest, huffing in annoyance. He sighs, nodding.

“Okay, okay, I’ll compensate you. Dinner’s on me.”

At this I grin, blinking excitedly. I grab onto his arm and shake it vigorously. “Really? You mean it? You’re the best, oppa!”

“Look at this brat..” he taunts, shaking his head. In a flash, he headlocks me and rubs the top of my head harshly with his knuckles, upsetting the neatly-tied auburn ponytail.

“Yah! Quit it!” I smack his arms and flail in protest, but he chuckles, saying this is what I get for cunningly finding a way to exploit him the minute I stepped back into Seoul.

What can I say? It’s a talent.

He lets go eventually, and I try to smooth down my already-tangled hair. I grumble incoherently but Jaehyun pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me. His free hand gently pats the side of my head in comfort.

“Welcome home, sis.”

I stand there stiff for a second before hugging back. He squeezes me tighter and I find myself smiling into his shoulder.

“Good to be back,” I whisper.

We stand like that for a moment before he pats my back a couple of times, us pulling away from each other soon after. He reaches behind me to grab my hand luggage as he shoulders my bag. I tell him that I can carry them just fine, but he starts walking away from the platform to the parking lot. I call out after him as I run to catch up, and I can see the corners of his mouth twitch. Jaehyun leads me to his car, a sleek matte-silver convertible Mustang. My mouth drops open in shock at its stunning beauty, my body forcing itself to remain composed for the sake of avoiding public self-embarrassment.

He throws my luggage in the back seat before he turns to me, smirking at my expression. “You like it?”

“Shit, do I like it? I love it!” I run my fingers over its metallic surface, the silver exterior gleaming in the evening glow. Grinning, I stare up at my brother who catches my gaze as I stand next to the driver’s seat, my fingers already curled on the handle.

“Can I—”

“No.”

“Please—”

“Nope.”

I pout as I pull my hand away and step to the side. Jaehyun chuckles, rubbing my head playfully before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car. The engine purrs to life as my brother pulls out his shades and wears them. He looks at me and cocks his head to the passenger seat.

“Don’t just stand there. Get in.”

Smiling, I quickly make my way over to the other side and slip into the passenger seat. I barely have time to buckle in before Jaehyun speeds off. I scream in fright, but he laughs heartily, telling me to let loose.

With the wind harshly whipping around us, I close my eyes and tilt my head upwards, absorbing the remnants of my childhood in a place I’ll always call home. A place where my heart always feels at ease.

My name is Jung Hyuna. I’m eighteen years old, and this is my story.

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offtopicoverload · 4 years ago

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Disney Princess - 3

i told you id get it out anon, didnt i? but legit, so sorry this took for fucking ever, i get distracted :)

Chapter 2

M Rating (i bumped it up cuz of drinking? am i meant to? and no warnings)

Aurora x f!MC (Rylen Damen) (if you haven't been here in a while, i changed mc to an oc, but same personality)

~3k words (not super long, but i got a jump on chapter 4 so that should be out soon)

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Aurora Emery is relieved.

It's strange. Very strange, the way her shoulders feel less tense and the way her thoughts are less clouded as she winds through Edenbrook’s halls, steps light as they lead her to Harper Emery’s office. She adjusts her coat outside the door, smoothing out the lapels delicately before stepping inside.

Harper’s sorting through papers on her desk, only glancing up as Aurora sits across from her, palms flat on her thighs to quell her nerves. There’s tension lingering in the air, thick as it attempts to weigh down Aurora’s shoulders, attempts to counteract the result of the trial.

The pair sitting across from each other haven’t spoken since the fight in the atrium, the only communication being a brief, agitated text. Aurora’s foot begins tapping beneath the desk, muted by the carpet resting under her feet as the silence drags on and on and on and on.

“What did you need?” Aurora rushes out, her anxiety getting the best of her as her fingers twitch in her lap.

Harper glances up from her paperwork momentarily, meeting Aurora’s gaze, then sits back in her chair, hands folded atop her desk. “I thought it best we discussed what happened earlier,” she answers coolly, the slightest irritation in her expression.

“What’s there to discuss?” Aurora counters, squirming in her seat slightly.

Harper sits up, straight as an arrow, with tense shoulders beneath her coat and fingers knit together, resting on the desk. “If you’re not happy with me, Aurora, I’d like to know how to fix that.”

A sigh sinks Aurora’s own shoulder, sinking her further into her chair, “Aunt Harper -”

“Aurora,” she cuts her off gently, “I never want you to resent me or hate being around me. If that’s starting to happen, I want to correct it and be the best aunt I can be.”

“It’s just -” Aurora’s shoulders slump, any fight dissolving from her. “It’s overwhelming. When you give me as many assignments as you can, just to spend twice the time to keep you updated and involved. It’s exhausting.”

Harper nods along, falling quiet. Her hands find a pen, twirling it, twisting it between idle fingers. She nods again, more resolute this time, “I’ll try to step back some more, give you space.”

“Are you going to go back to practicing?”

She sighs, “Aurora…”

“You’re not happy sitting in this office, I know it,” Aurora frowns across the desk, folding her arms in defiance. “You’re always upset when you get home and take every opportunity to do some real work.”

“This is real work,” Harper frowns right back.

“No, it’s not.”

“Aurora…” she warns, eyes flickering with growing anger. “My career does not concern you.”

“And mine doesn’t concern you, but you’re still involved.”

“Then I’ll stop being involved. We can cut ties entirely, if that’s what you want.”

“That’s not what I said,” Aurora bites out.

Harper sighs, her head falling into the cradle of her hands as a quiet permeates the office, mingling with the leftover irritation. “I think you should move out,” Harper finally says, not moving.

“Why?” Aurora’s asking before she can help herself, surprise widening her eyes and dropping her jaw.

“Being this involved in each other’s lives isn’t working, Aurora,” she gestures uselessly. “I love you, but we’re both adults and don’t need to be getting into petty arguments.”

“So I’m getting kicked out?” Aurora asks indignantly, her expression some odd combination of frustration and betrayal.

“Of course not! Just - Let’s take a step back, okay?” Harper attempts to gesture placatingly, waving her hands down.

Jaw clenched tight, Aurora spits, “Fine,” standing quickly and exiting from the office, letting the door fall closed with a thud. A nurse glances up from across the hall, and she barely musters as scowl before hurrying down the corridor. Her hands mess with her coat, adjusting neurotically as she navigates the winding halls.

She’s not quite sure where she’s headed, just that it has to be far from her aunt’s office and the woman still sitting within it. It has to be far away from the nagging voice in the back of her mind, telling her she just can’t handle this workload, she’s not cut out for it. It has to be far away from the anxiety that sat heavy in her gut in the hearing, an inexplicable bubbling of nerves.

Her feet eventually lead her to a waiting area, where family members and patients awaiting treatment sit, the air heavy. A woman’s sniffling in a corner, a few tears escaping just to be wiped away by the tissue in her hands. A young boy plays with a toy car on the floor, a teenager keeping watch over him a few feet away. A man sits with his hands clasped tightly, knee jerking anxiously with wildly roving eyes. There’s a dozen stories within this room alone, each wrought with upset and grief.

And that’s why she’s here, why she’s dealt with that workload for so long. Why she felt that anxiety tug at her over Edenbrook’s fate. Why she wants and needs the best for herself, her aunt, the staff as a whole. A notification shakes her phone in her pocket, and she tugs it out, finally tearing her eyes away from the stories before her.

It’s from the other source of that anxiety, the person she was dreading seeing go most, purely because Rylen can help these people just as much as she can. ‘I know you’re allergic to fun, but everyone’s heading to Donahue’s tonight. Figured you might wanna come :D’

She frowns down at the message, glancing up at the waiting room one last time before turning down the hall, typing as she goes, ‘Only for the drinks.’ It’s an easy, comfortable quip, one that comes without trying.

Grey dots pop up in a single second, a chime quickly following, ‘Of course. I’d never presume it’d be for me, Princess ;)’

Aurora rolls her eyes at the emoticon, sending out a response as she arrives at a nurse’s station, leaning against it idly. ‘Good.’ Her grip slackens as she stares at it, one finger tapping the side of her case, a slow, steady beat, while her lips twist to the side. ‘And good job, Damen.’

‘Thanks.’ It’s quick as usual, and even without the smiley, Aurora knows it's there, reflected in Rylen’s own device screen.

Now, to survive the last of her shift - headache-inducing patients, stacks of paperwork, gossiping coworkers and all. She straightens up, exhaling deeply and setting her shoulders, teeth gritting in determination.

---

Aurora arrives to a bustling bar, attendings and interns alike shouting and drinking, dancing and laughing loudly. A few glance her way as she cautiously steps up to the bar, ordering a beer as quick as she can, but she doesn’t bother with them. Once the bartender moves on, she slips through the thick crowd, finding a small, empty booth in the back corner.

She slumps into it, pulling her phone out just to occupy her time. She taps open the message that’s been waiting for her since she left Harper’s office: ‘I’m sorry if I upset you, but you should be more independent.’

With a huff, her phone slams against the table, and she chugs back her drink, leaving the booth for another. And another. And another.

“You came!” a joyful voice chimes, earning a short glance from Aurora.

Her attention quickly snaps back to where it’s been occupied lately, apartment listings she doesn’t have much interest in. “You always did like stating the obvious,” she grumbles. “You don’t have to check on me, by the way. I’m used to being alone.”

Beer sloshes in its bottle as Rylen slumps into the booth beside her, glancing over Aurora’s shoulder at her screen. “You moving?”

“Yes. And you’re nosy.” She slides away from Rylen, who puts even more space between them. “I’ve been staying at my aunt’s place all year, but we both think it’ll be good to have some space.”

Rylen nods enthusiastically, slouching back against the seat to look out over the bar. Elijah and Bryce are cheering on Sienna and Jackie as they down a row of shots, Sienna’s arms raising in victory when she slams her last glass down. “You know… we have a room opening up,” Rylen’s elbow nudges Aurora, a mischievous light in her eyes as they meet Aurora’s.

Aurora eyes her suspiciously, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Yeah,” Rylen’s smile somehow seems to grow, glinting as she picks at the label on her beer bottle. “I mean, I have to ask my roommates but… it’s not like we can afford the place on our own.”

Nodding, Aurora turns to her own drink, tapping her nails against the side in contemplation. The faint sound can barely be heard through the bar’s sounds, but it’s enough to focus on, to drown out laughter and music to.

“Think about it,” Rylen’s nudging her again, pulling her back to Donahue’s. She glances up, finding Rylen smiling softly as she stands, gripping her beer loosely in her palm.

Aurora nods, still tapping lightly, “...I will.”

---

Rylen appears before Aurora’s eyes, collapsing across from her with a thud against the booth’s cushions. “So’ve you thought ‘bout it?” Her arms fold on the tabletop, chin resting on them as she gazes up with bright, shining eyes.

Blinking, Aurora looks up, setting her phone down and eyeing Rylen and her flushed, red cheeks. “About…?”

“Moving in! Duh!” She grins, not a hint of trepidation, of reservation, all teeth and deep smile lines. Her head lolls to the side, cheek pressing into the fabric of her shirt, “So…?”

Aurora sighs, rolling her eyes, “Maybe. I need more than a single night.”

Bottom lip jutting out in a pout, Rylen tries her best to be irresistible, “Boo. You should just say yes.”

“Why do you want me in your apartment anyway?”

“Okay, so,” she sparks to life, jerking upright as energy overflows from her. “One:” she flicks a finger out, leaning over the table. “We need help paying rent. Two: We know you, and strangers are weird. Three: You’re pretty cool and we all like you already.”

“Really? Even Jackie?”

“Well…” Rylen’s voice pitches up as her head bobs in consideration, “She likes the help with rent, but she’ll come around. Swear it.” She draws an ‘x’ over her heart, slumping against the back of the booth.

Aurora only shrugs, picking her phone up again to occupy her hands and mind, “I still haven’t decided.”

Rylen hefts a world-weary sigh, her shoulder rising and dropping dramatically, “Fine. But decide soon or we’ll have to find someone else.”

Aurora nods, attention already returned to her phone and the scrolling of her email inbox. Across from her, Rylen falls quiet, gaze wandering distractedly, seeming to snap onto anything and everything.

Abruptly, her gleaming eyes fall back on Aurora. “Gimme your arm,” her hands reach across the table, keeping their distance but waiting expectantly, palms upright.

Aurora obliges without thinking, allowing Rylen to carefully take her wrist, pushing her sleeve up her forearm, fingers barely brushing her skin. A shiver ripples down Aurora’s spin before she shakes it away, schooling her expression into distant curiosity, “Why?”

“Just checking you haven’t broken out in hives.” Rylen smiles easily, thumb brushing Aurora’s wrist unconsciously, light enough to send goosebumps breaking in a tidal wave.

“I’m not actually allergic to fun, you know,” Aurora barely manages a glare, her attention continually slipping back to the fingers still tracing random patterns on the inside of her wrist.

“Can never be too careful.” Finally retracting, Rylen’s hands fall to her lap, and despite the heat of the small, crowded bar, Aurora’s skin feels colder for it. Her goosebumps disappear, and she retracts her own arm, fidgeting with her glass.

She avoids Rylen’s eyes, staring into the random cocktail she ordered intently. “Don’t need your concern.”

“Everyone needs my concern.” Rylen doesn’t react to the slight edge in Aurora’s voice, the unspoken warning to keep her distant, like a snake’s rattle, “I have great concern, you’ll see.”

“I’m sure I will,” Aurora’s teeth grit together, grinding ever so slightly.

The corner booth falls silent as Rylen watches her carefully, watches her race the rim of her glass and stare at the colors inside. “...If you really don’t want to be here, you should go.”

“Trying to get rid of me?” Aurora’s dark eyes flicker up, finding an earnestness in Rylen’s she hasn’t seen since that day in the supply closet. It’s not unwelcome either, it’s reassuring as Aurora takes in the crease between her brows.

“Never,” she shakes her head adamantly, “Just don’t want your night to suck.”

“I’m fine,” Aurora shrugs awkwardly, picking at one of her nails. “But thanks.”

“‘Course,” hazel eyes crinkle as Rylen smiles, nearly squinting with the force of it, and Aurora can feel herself relaxing under the full brunt of that smile. The spell breaks as Rylen stands, “I’ll go but lemme know if you need anything,” tapping the table in a short burst before sauntering off.

She joins a group by the bar, throwing her arm around a giggling Sienna’s shoulders as Bryce speaks animatedly, Kyra interjecting periodically. Occasionally their laughter and shouts manage to float over to Aurora’s corner, and every burst of Rylen’s voice draws her eyes.

It’s late when Donahue’s finally starts emptying out, loud clusters of doctors filtering out the front door, most a little uneasy on their feet. One of the interns spilled a drink on another earlier, their raised voices effectively ending the night for most.

Aurora’s nearly slipped out behind a few of the quieter attendings when someone stumbles into her from the side, arms wrapping around her waist as a face is buried in her shoulder. Dark hair tickles her nose as she glances questioningly to the culprit, beaten to the punch by a mumbling against her, “Thanks for coming. Even just for booze,” before she’s released, a flushed, very drunk Rylen leaning against Rafael for support.

He smiles kindly at Aurora before carefully putting his arm around the woman waving to her and leading Eylen away, down the street after their other friends. Tugging her jacket tighter, Aurora turns the opposite direction, scanning the cars for the ride she called thirty minutes prior.

---

Aurora’s keys jangle as she unlocks her apartment’s front door, dropping them on the nearby tabletop before shrugging out of her jacket, bag still slung over her shoulder. She stretches her back, pops sounding as she stalks further into the apartment with a sigh, head bowed in exhaustion.

“I wasn’t sure you were coming home at all.” Harper’s voice rings from the kitchen, her arms folded on the countertop.

Gaze snapping over to her, Aurora straightens up, “I went to Donahue’s. Damen invited me.” The response is quick, nervous as she stares down her aunt, the very same aunt she fought with twice today.

“Rylen? I heard about that.” Harper speaks over her shoulder, crossing the kitchen to scavenge in the fridge.

“Yeah,” Aurora shrugs, crossing her arms beneath her chest awkwardly. “There were a lot of staff there.”

Harper pulls out a water bottle and an orange, messing with them idly as she bumps the door closed with her hip, “Did you have fun?”

“I guess. It was pretty typical.”

With a nod, Harper snatches ibuprofen off a counter, stepping up to Aurora and depositing the items in her hands. She smiles softly, squeezing Aurora’s shoulder as she steps past her, before disappearing down the hall, “Take care tonight.”

Aurora blinks down at the things in her hands, somewhat surprised by the peaceful interaction. She follows a beat later, juggling the objects until she can dump them on her bed, door slammed shut behind her and bag dropped to the floor. Staring up at the ceiling, she listens to the quiet, dark apartment, and the bustling of the city outside, blocked from her by a closed curtain tonight.

A buzz sounds, an increasingly familiar buzz. Aurora jerks upward with a sigh, grabbing her bag and rifling through it until she finds her phone case. Her screen appears blurred as it lights up, and after rubbing her eyes, she opens it to the expected message.

‘Thnks agan . drunk but youre a perfct princess :DDDDFDD’

Typing slowly, carefully, Aurora crafts her response, still grinning at the virtual smile she was gifted. She smiles too much when she’s been drinking, but maybe Rylen deserves it more than most. Or maybe she’s drunker than she thought. ‘You’re a pain but the drinks were good. Thanks.’ she finally settles on.

And with that, she puts her phone on silent, plugs it in across the room, nearly collapses into her bed, and begins messily peeling her orange in little pieces. A half hour later, she’s tucking into bed, eyes fluttering shut with the image of Rylen’s loopy, relaxed smile branded on her eyelids.

#oh dp #aurora emery #open heart fanfic #choices fanfic #aurora x mc #rylen damen #this one was funnnn #and next chapter should be longer and building up yknow

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jawnjendes · 5 years ago

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the truth hurts but secrets kill | shawn mendes

chapter 8/?, university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: lol the taglist didnt work on my last chapter so if you havent read but i’ll show you my teeth pls do eet. anyways this chapter is an angsty buildup full of angst. my specialty.

***let me know if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist

masterlist | playlist coming soon

"Where do you live?" Annalise asked for what felt like the thousandth time.

"Do you even think she's capable of answering?" Patrick said, his arm supporting Alessia's waist as he helped her stumble down the university road.

The Lyft to campus went without any major issue. Alessia did not puke in the car, she merely leaned against the door in the backseat. Annalise had gotten annoyingly chatty with the driver, talking about childhood trauma and the inevitability of death. She claimed it was practice for when she's a real therapist, though the driver was trying to focus on the road. Patrick left the driver a generous tip through the app.

The three of them were left just close enough to the dorms, but there was still a walk to be had, and it felt like it was taking centuries with how much Alessia slowed them down. Annalise kept looking around at the dark surroundings as they paced with her pocket knife in hand. Alessia mumbled something incoherent, her head lolling from side to side.

"I've never heard of that building, where is it?" Annalise asked her.

"Dude, you're gonna have to take her back to your place," Patrick told her. "I don't even think she knows her own name."

With a reluctant sigh, Annalise closed her pocket knife and wrapped her arm around the smaller girl's waist. They were approaching the corner where she and Patrick would typically part ways. Alessia noticed the shift and leaned all her weight into Annalise, mumbling under her rancid breath. It wasn't her first time babysitting a drunk toddler, but that doesn't mean she likes doing it.

Patrick was kind enough to walk the two girls up to Annalise's dorm. Alessia was swaying ominously in the elevator, like she wanted to be cradled like a baby. She was definitely ready for bed.

"Ya casi, mi vida," Annalise said as they stumbled down the third floor corridor.

"Why do you call her that?" Patrick asked. "’Me veeda.’ Isn't that what you would call your boyfriend?"

"It's the same thing as a waitress would call you sweetie or something," she replied. "Or the way you'd talk to a toddler. A drunk one."

She managed to pull her key from her back pocket and give it to Patrick. He unlocked the appropriate door, and the three of them were met with more people and more loud music.

Apparently, Stella hadn't planned on staying alone this Saturday night. She was on the armchair, with Camila squished in right next to her. They weren't alone, either. Shawn and Brian were on the couch, each holding a beer. All four of them stared at the two goths holding the short normie up on two feet.

"Oh my god, you're right on time!" Stella exclaimed. "Shawn's working on an EP! He's giving a us a preview! And he made another duet with Camila!"

"Este guey se puso peda," Annalise said with mild snark, gesturing to the girl on her arm. "I'm gonna put her down."

"You're gonna kill her?" Patrick asked, his blue eyes wide. "Damn, I didn't know you hated her that much!"

"Shut up, I brought her here, didn't I?"

She did not look at the guests on the couch as she carefully led Alessia to her bedroom. She ignored Patrick starting up a conversation with everyone. She had things to do, and it was hard enough with her fluffy mind racing.

"There we go, my dear," she said as she sat the intoxicated girl on the bed. "Acuestate, mija. Tomorrow's gonna suck, but you can rest now."

She patted Alessia's head before moving to take off her sneakers. Then, Annalise took her phone from her jacket pocket and plugged it into the charger on then nightstand. Before she could sigh in relief that they all made it back alive, she heard a voice at the door.

"Hey, you."

When Annalise turned to face him, it was like a million fireworks went off at once. Her entire body froze in the best way, and the air in her lungs was knocked out of her. He's even prettier in person.

"Someone have too much fun?" he asked, nodding towards the now sleeping Alessia.

Annalise could not tear her eyes away from his face long enough to think of an answer. All she wanted to do was stare at him for the rest of eternity.

Then, Patrick came up from behind Shawn, an amused grin on his face. "Bro, she's high as a kite right now."

Shawn looked confused for a moment and then turned to him. "Ann doesn't smoke."

"She used to all the fucking time last year." Patrick was still grinning. "She wanted to have fun tonight, so I gave her a hit of my pen."

"So you drugged her up, eh?"

"Bro-"

"I'm not your bro. Don't you care about her health at all? Don't you remember she was in the hospital a couple of months ago?"

The grin faded. "I care about her and her freedom. Not that I have to explain that to you." Patrick excused himself.

Annalise heard every word, but her wide eyes were still on Shawn. She was stepping towards him before she even realized, and then her arms were going around his middle. He was still warm and soft and he smelled good. It was like personified crack. Annalise smiled as her head rested on his chest. "I love you, my baby."

Shawn hesitated, but he hugged her back. "Love you too." Then he pulled back, his hands on her shoulders. "Where are you gonna sleep?"

"The couch." Annalise's fingers were gripping the back of his t-shirt.

"You sure? Wouldn't you rather come stay with me? I'm leaving soon anyway."

Annalise giggled so much her voice squeaked. But she frowned almost instantly. "Don't be like Chad."

"Who's Chad?"

"No one important. I think sober Annalise is gonna be mad at you."

"What? Why?"

She pointed to the sleeping girl on the bed. "That one told high Annalise some things. Sober Annalise might not even remember, but if she does, she'll probably talk to you on check in day. Like, actual talking this time."

"Why can't we talk now?" Shawn asked. "I think high-you will be more understanding than sober-you."

"High Annalise is stupidly in love with you. We'll get nowhere, my dear."

He chewed the inside of his cheek as he gazed down at her. "Yeah, you always call me cute names when you're on drugs. Like that time in the hospital. And all those times you got high with me. Oh wait…" he trailed off. "Every time I asked you to smoke with me you said you didn't trust me enough. But tonight you trusted somebody else, eh?"

She giggled. "I knew you'd be mad at me too. We have much to talk about, baby boy."

In theory, the reason for Alessia's disappearance the following morning would be that she remembered the tea she spilled upon waking up and now she wanted to avoid the wrath of the goth girlfriend. In reality, she wouldn't be entirely wrong.

Even after sleeping for twelve hours, Annalise couldn't get those bits of forbidden information out of her head. She had dreams about catching Shawn and Alessia having really loud sex, but she woke up to hear her roommate doing exactly that. Then, she had a recurring dream of Shawn admitting to cheating on her, except this time he had twelve versions of Henry the orange tabby surrounding him. The last dream she remembered having was one where she ended up back in the hospital, and that she was given no anesthesia for her surgery. She had her stomach removed, and she watched every drop of blood and guts come out of the gaping hole in her body.

She woke with a start after every one of these vivid dreams. Maybe it was the after effects of being stoned, but she felt uneasy for that whole day. She typically binged to her heart's content, but the hospital dream was still on her mind. She allowed herself to have a Lunchables, but not much else.

Then, Monday rolled around and Annalise found it difficult to act like a person. She got out of bed, had an unsatisfying breakfast. She did it, and that's the only thing that matters right? Screw all the other feelings. The paranoia she felt after the Abnormal Psych lecture about eating disorders doesn't matter. The impending embarrassing discomfort from sitting alone at a table in Bio Lab doesn't matter either. Who cares about the sad ache in her chest after seeing Shawn and Alessia leave their class together? Who cares if they're still in high spirits even though they knew that Annalise knew? Who cares?

Annalise doesn't, that's for damn sure. She was perfectly fine. She pushed herself out of bed today even though she wanted nothing more than to induce a coma on herself. Who cares if she still felt shitty after?

Although, she was putting off the impending chat with Shawn until check in on Saturday. He had to know it was coming, why else would he just stop texting her?

Unless he's already with Alessia, and therefore playing me like a violin. Maybe Shawn was just ignoring me to make me go crazy.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Annalise whispered as she put on her headphones. She was glad she caught herself slipping, she didn't want the wide-eyed crazies on display as she walked out of the Social Studies building.

Her steps were slower and more careful as she picked a song to play from her phone. After settling for Halsey, she pulled out her black, round sunglasses and put them on. Gotta hide them nightmare eyes.

Maybe… perhaps… I need to check in earlier than normal?

"Don't be stupid," she told herself.

It wouldn't hurt though, would it? Maybe he would be happy to see me since I would be breaking my own rule. Unless, of course, he's hanging around Alessia again. Perhaps he doesn't care anymore.

The only solution Annalise had was to dump herself on the couch in the dorm and play Tetris 99 until the thoughts and feelings sorted themselves out.

When Stella came home, she knew the drill. She sat on the couch and ranted about her day. She rambled on about her fascist history professor and the lack of a GSA club on campus. Then, she mentioned a Halloween party coming up at one of the frat houses, and that she needed a hot costume.

It was the month where Annalise and all her spooky darkness was socially acceptable, and she couldn't even be excited about it. A different type of darkness was taking over, and it was stupid that it was over a boy. Why did she have to be so dramatic? Why was she so goddamn crazy?

"I'll pick your costume," she said over Stella's rambling.

She paused, her brilliant hazel eyes wide. To say she was surprised that Annalise cracked so fast would be an understatement. But she smiled. "Would you? Ooo, can I pick yours?"

"Ah, I don't think I'm gonna do anything for Halloween this year."

"What? But it's your favorite holiday! You need to come to this party with me! Buddy system, remember?"

"Is that the only reason-"

"Of course not, you dummy! We haven't spent enough time together since the semester started! Let's go find some costumes, yeah? I'll even let you dress me up as scary as you want!"

Stella's a good friend. Annalise should really try harder to spend time with her. Why didn't she try to be a good friend in return?

They went to the local costume store that Friday. It gave Annalise a wonderful excuse to not go to the gaming club meeting. She really did not want to reflect on the Bart adventure, or see just how bad she fucked up Chad's nose.

After returning to campus with a dark but still cute witch costume, Stella was summoned to Camila's dorm. She thanked Annalise for the lovely costume choice and practically abandoned her. Annalise couldn't find it in her to really care. It was only a few more hours until Saturday.

She had barely settled herself on the couch when her phone buzzed. For the first time this week, Shawn had texted her. Annalise held her phone up, staring blankly at the screen. Her heart should be pounding right now, shouldn't it?

"Hey, I know check in is tomorrow but I can't make it at our usual time. I have a gig tomorrow night. You should come and we can talk after."

The next text was the address to the lounge he would be performing at.

Any other time, Annalise would have been happy to know Shawn was performing again. But he cancelled on her, knowing that he was in trouble. Is that what it took for him to start booking shows again? Was this just an elaborate way to avoid Annalise? Perhaps this was just some form of reverse psychology so she wouldn't go to the gig.

You can't psych out a psychology major. Of course Annalise was going to this gig.

However, she had a mostly sleepless night, really unable to shake the fact that Shawn was probably avoiding her. When she finally did sleep, she slept too much. Annalise woke up in the afternoon and was late for work. She had planned to ask if she could leave early, but she didn't dare try anything now. The gig was at eight, when her shift ended. She ended up going to the lounge in her work uniform, a button up with the dealership name on, and baggy slacks. Not exactly the sexy outfit she had planned during the late hours of insomnia.

The show had already started by the time she got there. As she was showing her ID to the bouncer, she heard Shawn's voice over the mic, and she felt something for the first time in days. Her stomach felt tight as she slowly stepped into the lounge.

The turnout was decent. Every single table and bar stool was occupied, and all eyes were on the band performing on the stage. Annalise looked around for any empty space; She wasn't dressed her best but she did want to be anywhere but against the wall opposite the stage. Her eyes spotted the group of people standing directly in front of the stage.

It was the normal group of girls who swooned every time Shawn blinked, but there were also three other girls that Annalise knew all too well. They were jumping and singing along to Lost in Japan, not a single care in the world. Annalise wondered why Stella didn't tell her that she was going to this event, but the way she looked at Camila as they sang to each other said enough. Maybe they chose Alessia to be their new third wheel too. So Alessia was too embarrassed to face Annalise, but not Shawn?

Annalise always stood in the back of every one of Shawn's shows, knowing she would stick out like a sore thumb in the midst of the usual fangirls. Not that that's a bad thing, it just wasn't her usual place to be. She figured that showing up at all would be enough.

Perhaps Shawn already had enough. Three of his friends were already cheering him on, and surely he had more of them scattered in the audience. Not to mention, the people here that didn't know him were going to adore him by the end of the night. Besides, Shawn most likely invited her as a ploy to get her to turn it down. She wasn't needed here. Annalise chewed the inside of her lip as she back up towards the exit. She stepped outside, away from the people trying to get in, and she pulled her phone out. She composed a new text:

"Hey, I'm drowning in work so I won't make it to your show. I'll meet you at your place later so we can talk🖤"

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#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes smut #shawn x goth gf #yaint ready for the next chapter lol #im not even ready #it was so draining to write omg

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wordscorrupt · 6 years ago

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#3 and #18 please and thank you 💜❤️

Here’s #3: “Shhh, I know it hurts, I know.”

Once again, went overboard. Oh whale.

It was late at night and Tony was busy fiddling around with the schematics for Rhodey’s new legs. He worked to the beat of the rock music that blared from his speakers, occasionally sipping from a coffee-stained mug that he almost sure he had been using as a pencil holder last week.

Between the music and the numbers, figures, and ideas running through his mind at whirlwind speed, it was hard for anything else to penetrate his mind.

Except for Peter.

Tony would every now and then wonder how the kid was doing. He was on the tail end of his patrol as midnight came around and from the updates that Friday was giving him, the kid was having an uneventful night.

That was until Friday gave him the most recent update.

“Boss, I’m detecting critically high heat readings surrounding Peter’s suit.”

Apparently, his kid had now decided to throw himself into the fires of Mordor.

Or rather into an apartment building that had been caught on fire, Tony realized ten minutes later as he flew overhead the burning building ordering Friday to direct him towards Peter.

He crashed through a bedroom window a few moments later and thankfully didn’t have to search too long for his kid. It wasn’t too hard to take notice of the blue and red-clad kid that was curled up on the floor unconscious with flames licking at his skin.

“Damn it, Peter.” Tony cursed as he hoisted the kid into his arms, Peter’s head flopping back.

“I got you, bud.” Tony murmured, as he situated the kid more comfortably in his arms.

He had already directed his other suits to start contaminating and extinguishing the fire, leaving little room for him to feel guilty about not saving any other people that were stuck in the fire.

He’d later learn that Peter had been able to get everybody out before he collapsed due to a large amount of smoke he had inhaled.

Tony raced back towards the compound, instructing Friday to keep him updated on Peter’s vitals and to send an urgent report to the doctors in the medbay. By the time they reached there, the doctors and nurses on staff were anxiously awaiting their arrival.

Tony gently laid Peter on the bed before backing away to get out of his suit. In that time, the nurses had removed Peter’s suit and were busy slapping heart monitors to his chest and getting an oxygen mask situated on his face while a doctor listened to his lungs.

While the medical staff communicated to each other in their own jargon, Tony squeezed, or rather pushed his way, to the head of the bed and gently smoothed back Peter’s curls from his forehead, his hand getting covered in ash. He took notice of the small burns that scattered Peter’s face and the black ash that circled around his mouth and nose.

“Come on, kiddo. Open those eyes for us, bud.” Tony urged the kid, pressing his lips to Peter’s forehead. He glanced back up and his eyes scanned over the rest of the kid’s body, noticing that his injuries only got worse.

Peter’s torso and limbs were marred with bright red, swollen burns that glistened in the light. Blisters had already formed while some of the skin had started to peel away, exposing the raw layer of skin beneath.

Tony swallowed heavily, starting to pray that his kid remained unconscious instead, just to ease his suffering, as he watched the nurses started to drape cold towels over Peter’s burns.

Things never worked in his favor though as Peter started to become more alert.

Tony tried his best to placate the kid as he started to whither around, whimpering. “It’s okay, Peter. You’re okay, bud.”

“H-hurts.” Peter cried, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes as he opened them, gazing up at Tony.

“Shhh. I know, it hurts. I know, kiddo.” Tony murmured, thumbs reaching out to wipe away at the tears, careful not to aggravate any of the burns.

Tony was about to lean down to press another kiss to kid’s head when one of the doctors stepped in, pushing Tony out of the way and shined a light into Peter’s eyes while trying to gauge his level of consciousness by asking him a series of questions.

“What’s your name?”

“Mister Stark!” Peter ignored the doctor and his eyes desperately searched out for his mentor.

“Eyes up here.” The doctor tried in vain to get his patient to focus on him but Peter had other ideas in mind. Tony pushed his way back to Peter’s side and leaned down, stroking the kid’s curls. The stress that built up in Peter’s shoulders from Tony’s disappearance immediately vanished the instant Tony appearance once again in his line of view.

“I’m here, kiddo. But you need to listen to the doctor. Be a good spider-baby and answer his questions, okay?”

Peter managed a small nod and his eyes hesitantly traveled back up to the doctor who started questioning him again. Peter answered each one, slowly with his voice cracking every few seconds and with a cough that rattled his entire body.

A few minutes later, the doctor concluded that Peter was alert of his surroundings and briefly remembered the events that transpired that night.

Tony took the doctor’s place at the head of the bed once he moved away and tried to keep Peter’s attention on him as the staff worked on his burns. Tony knew that Peter’s powers would speed up the healing time for his burns, but the process was not going to be easy.

Even with the cocktail of pain medications that were coursing through Peter’s veins via IVs, Tony had to still spend hours comforting the kid as he sobbed his way through the nurses cleaning, disinfecting and bandaging up his mix of first and second-degree burns.

Hours later, Tony glanced at the clock as he finally took a seat next to Peter’s bed, his body depleted of all the adrenaline that had been built up.

3:08 a.m.

Peter was asleep, head lolled to the side the oxygen mask still pressed against his nose and mouth. His breathing was the top concern for the doctors and numerous x-rays and scans were taken to calculate any damage that might have occurred to his lungs.

The burns on his face didn’t require any extensive treatment and didn’t need to be covered up so they were an unforgiving sight as Tony gazed into Peter’s face while his fingers played around with the kid’s curls.

As his eyes momentarily drifted to Peter’s chest, taking in the slow, uneven rise and fall of his chest, he glanced at the white bandages that peeked out beneath Peter’s gown. If luck was on their side, they could be removed within the next three days, the doctor had told him.

Tony sighed, thinking back to that conversation or really any other conversation he was forced to have with these doctors.

He had to remind himself that bottom line, Peter was going to be okay. This could have been worse. Much worse…

No, stop thinking about worse scenarios. He thought to himself.

He had enough nightmares pertaining to Peter being injured and he didn’t desire for any more. He forced himself to push away all the dreadful thoughts trying to invade his mind and turned his mind towards his tablet instead, working on adding in upgrades to Peter’s suit to make it completely flame resistant.

Other than the beeping coming from the heart monitor and wheezing coming from Peter, silence surrounds Tony for almost an hour as he worked through the upgrades.

When he finally noticed that his movements are becoming sluggish, evidence of the exhaustion running through his body, Tony allows himself to lean back against his chair for a moment and before he knows it, darkness overtakes him.

The first thing that registered in Peter’s mind when he woke up was the throbbing pain that resonated throughout his body.

No thank you. Peter decided as he willed himself to fall back asleep which was hard thanks to the snoring that was coming from next to him.

“Mister Stark,” Peter cracked out, wincing as pain pricked at his throat.

God his mouth was dry.

Peter saw a glass of water on the table next to him and reached out, quickly realized he couldn’t move his arm out with pain radiating throughout his entire limb. Peter let out a choking sob at the painful sensation and not a second later Tony was shooting up from his seat.

Tony’s eyes darted around until they landed on Peter and he leaned in closer.

“Shh, you’re okay, bud,” Tony murmured, gently pushing back Peter’s hair away while his other hand reached towards the nurse’s button.

“H’rts.”

“We just have to increase your pain medicine, kiddo, and you’ll be fine.” Tony explained and a moment later the door to his room opened and Tony’s eyes drifted towards it. “See, the nurse is here, buddy and she’s gonna get the meds going again.”

“’ood ones?”

Tony chuckled, his thumb stroking Peter’s forehead softly. “Yeah, spider-baby. The really good meds.”

The nurse came closer, greeting herself before checking the machines that Peter was hooked up to and replaces his bag of pain medication.

She then checks him over—asking questions similar to the doctor from earlier, makes him point out his pain level on a chart of smiley faces (the frowny expression with tears means ‘worst possible pain’ and the smiling expression means ‘no pain’ the nurse had explained and Peter could practically hear Tony rolling his eyes) and gets a set of vitals on him.

She then pulls his blanket off and unhooks his gown from his shoulders exposing his chest before grabbing a stethoscope and presses it to his chest. She instructs him to take a deep breath which turns out to be harder that Peter thought it would be. He inhales and a series of harsh coughs come out when he tries to exhale. He sees Tony fidgeting in worry from his side view and feels Tony lay a comforting hand on the top of his head.

However, the nurse gives them both a reassuring look.

“That’s okay, Peter. Let it all out. Your lungs are actually sounding better.”

She takes a few moments to listen to his heart, seeming to be in agreement as to what she hears before tugging his gown back up and tucking the blankets back around him, being mindful of the bandages.

Tony waits until the nurse leaves before turning back to Peter. He takes note that new pain medication was already starting to take effect as Peter’s eyelids were starting to droop.

“Sleep, Peter. You need all the rest you can get, bud.” Tony starts to run his fingers through Peter’s hair once more, knowing that it was one of the few things that lulled Peter to sleep.

Peter gazes up at him, eyes unfocused and says one thing. “M’sorry.”

Tony sighs, taking a seat back down in chair before leaning over, hand never leaving Peter’s curls.

He makes sure Peter is looking at him before saying, “There’s nothing to be sorry for, bud. We just got taught a hard lesson on making sure the suit is more flame resistant.”

Its Peter turn to sigh and he mumbles out, “Not mad?”

Tony rolls his eyes before shaking his head. “You saved over thirty people in a burning apartment building, Peter. I don’t know how I could ever be mad at you about that, kiddo.”

“D’nt like it when m’hurt,” Peter points out.

“True, but it’s a part of being a superhero, buddy. No one gets out of this business unscathed, kiddo. It’s my job to make sure its just a little bit easier for you.”

Peter’s lips curl up into a smile and meanwhile, a fond expression settles over Tony’s face. They bask in the silence for a few moments before Tony interrupts.

“Now, enough sappiness. My heart can only take so much before it shuts down” He reaches for the blankets and pulls them up a little higher, settling them just beneath Peter’s chin. “You have to get some rest, especially since Happy’s bringing Aunt May over in the afternoon. And trust me, she’s not happy.”

Peter’s eyes widen. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.

#iron dad #irondad #tony stark #peter parker #whump #hurt/comfort #fluff #Anonymous

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djarin-skywalkers · 6 years ago

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Title: A New Life

Rating: General

Word Count: 5,702

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Luke and Leia Skywalker

Summary: In a universe where Anakin never turned to the Dark Side, he and Padme enjoy a little domestic bliss. Little glimpses into the lives of the Skywalkers. An AU past Revenge of the Sith.

Notes: You don’t have to read the other parts for it to make sense but it would help for some context.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The doors hissed open and the first thing Anakin noticed was the unsettling silence and emptiness of the room. He froze in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the room.

What was usually a room filled with life and energy was now strangely empty.

“Padmè?” He called as he took a few steps into the room. The continuing silence unnerved him further. There was not even a trace of C-3PO who was always loitering around the apartment and never failed to greet him when he returned home.

His tension rose as he continued cautiously into the room.

His attention was quickly drawn to the rustling of the curtains. His heart leapt into his throat and his hand reached to his hip for a weapon that was no longer there.

He bawled his fists instead and his eyes narrowed as he slowly approached the window, ready for a fight if need be.

There was no sign of a break in at the window. His eyes scanned the room once more and his gaze settled on one of the doors open just a crack.

There were a few horrifying seconds where his mind pieced together what might have happened.

Then there was another rustle of the curtains and he quickly glanced between the door and the curtain.

He was filled with an overwhelming relief and knew at once precisely what, or who, was hiding behind it.

His body relaxed, fists unclenching and a smirk tugged at his lips.

He leaned in toward the window to examine it once more and then folded his arms over his chest. “Hm...I suppose there's no one home.”

He received the intended result: a tiny little giggle from behind the curtain.

There was one final rustle of the curtains and then with a loud battle cry, a dark haired bundle of energy barreled out of the curtains and latched herself to his leg. “Gotcha!”

He let out a playful yelp and stumbled on his feet and his daughter burst into giggles.

He grinned down at her. “You sure did, little Le.”

She grinned triumphantly, her arms still wrapped tight around his leg.

His eyes narrowed playfully and he outstretched his arms toward her. “And now.. I'm going to get you!”

She squealed as he leaned down, prying her off his leg and swooping her up in his arms.

“Daddeeeeee.” She squealed as he squished her to his chest and she wriggled incessantly in his grip. Finally she stopped wiggling with a sigh and just fell limp in his arms, lolling her head back to look at him.

“Hi Daddy.”

He smiled and kissed her nose. “Hello Leia.”

The smile he loved so much lit up her face. “Did I scare you?”

She had no idea how much she really had. His grin grew a little at the vague memory of those first few months of freedom at the Jedi temple. Oh he had taken his Jedi training seriously, after all it was a promise to his mother, but for the first time he was free to be a kid and he often played little, mostly harmless, pranks on Obi-Wan. His daughter had clearly inherited that rebellious streak, which often times gave him more headaches than smiles but in this case, it was definitely a smile.

“Yes,” he muffled a laugh at the memory, “Yes, you did.”

She giggled again in delight and then leaned in and wrapped her arms tight around his neck. “I missed you, Daddy.”

He tightened his hold on her and kissed the top of her head, his heart swelling. He never knew he could love someone so much as he loved Leia and Luke.

He thought he had found the purest of loves in Padmè, and indeed he loved his wife more than the galaxy itself, but the love for his children was a brand new feeling he'd never tire of.

They relied on him, cherished him. They expected nothing of him except to be their father, to love on them, and care for them, which he was more than willing to do.

They threw tantrums, and at times could be very defiant and wear his patience very thin. A majority of the time, however, when they invited him to play with them, or curled up in his lap or beside him in bed to take a nap, when they just wanted a hug, or whenever he could make them laugh and their faces lit with joy, it made his entire world.

He would protect them until his last breath and couldn't imagine his life without them. The very thought of it was chilling.

His nightmare hadn't returned but he spoke with Obi-Wan to satiate Padmè's (and his own) concern.

Obi-wan gave him the same answer that Padmè had - that his fears were for naught because Palpatine was dead and reminded him that they had burned his body - but promised all the same that he would keep it in mind.

There were almost times he wished he were still a Jedi, if only for the access it gave him to the greatest intelligence center in the galaxy.

He'd learned a lesson in patience and humility by having to go through and rely on Obi-wan for information.

He knew he wouldn't trade a moment of his life with his family to go back to that life.

“I missed you more, Leia.”

His jobs gave him a brief respite from constantly dealing with demanding three year olds but without fail by the end of the trip, whether it was hours or days, he was more than glad to be home and have his children in his arms again.

“Leia, what are you doing?” He asked in amusement as his daughter began to climb up his shoulder.

She was half hanging over his shoulder, Anakin's hand tight on the back of her dress, when she gave up with a sigh. “Daddy, can I please go on your back?”

He laughed quietly. “Oh that's what you want, is it?”

“Yes, Daddy, pleaseeee.” She began to wiggle against his shoulder and he grunted as her hip dug into his shoulder.

“Well because you asked so nicely…”

He secured her in his grip and then leaned forward until she fell back into his arms.

He gave her a quick grin and she grinned back. Then he swung her around to perch on his back and she squealed, the noise pulling Padmè out of another room.

“Anakin?”

He made sure Leia’s arms were wrapped tightly around his neck before he turned around to face his wife.

Padmè's face lit up in smile. “I didn't even hear you come in.”

He flashed her a smile. “You must have been busy. This little monster certainly heard me.” He lightly pinched Leia’s thigh and she squeaked and giggled, kicking her legs.

“Not a monster, Daddy.”

“No? Then what are you?”

“I am a girl and...I will kick a monster’s butt.”

Anakin laughed heartily. She certainly was his daughter alright. “I know you will, Leia.”

“I'm up to my ears in work.” Padmè sighed and shook her head but smiled as she approached her family.

“And you, little girl,” she gave Leia a playfully stern look, “were supposed to be napping.”

Leia pursed her lips and rested her chin on her father's shoulder. “Daddy's home!”

Padmè's face softened and briefly met Anakin's eyes. “I see that,” they shared a smile, both glad that he was. Padmè then looked back to her daughter, “and you wanted to say hello, didnt you?”

Leia nodded and tightened her grip on his neck.

“Well,” Padmè smiled sweetly, “that's alright then. I want to say hello to Daddy too.”

Anakin's smile widened and then he closed the distance between him and Padmè to give her a quick kiss in greeting. Anything more was impossible with a toddler hanging on his back.

Leia gasped quietly and Anakin grunted as she dug her nails into his neck and tried to climb forward in order to reach his face. “I did not give a kiss to Daddy!”

“Le, honey not so tight...here,” Anakin trapped his cheek and Leia smiled and pressed a sloppy kiss there.

“Thank you, Le.”

“Welcome!” She beamed and then settled back down against his back.

“How was the run?” Padmè asked, recapturing Anakin's attention.

“Oh it was very successful...a smooth trip.”

Padmè narrowed her eyes and hummed skeptically.

“Really?”

Sometimes he hated how she could see right through him

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Well for me.”

Padmè sighed in exasperation. “Ani, what did you do?”

“I can't help it if some other ship gets in my way.”

Her eyes widened in faint alarm and he raised his hand in assurance. “They're fine! Their ship on the other hand...they just might have to call for a ride is all.”

“Anakin,” she sighed again, “you have to behave yourself. That can't be good for business.”

“On the contrary it's extremely good for business, the people that hire me know their precious cargo is in good hands. The best hands in fact. No pirates are getting ahold of what I have.”

“No pirates.” Leia lifted her head with a small growl and a serious furrow of her brow.

“Right, Leia. No pirates.” He nodded seriously. “It's my job to protect the freight.”

“Until you take down the wrong ship.” Padmè said pointedly.

“That won't happen, I know what I'm doing.” He said dismissively.

Padmè shook her head slowly. “Leia, tell your Daddy he's silly.”

Leia giggled and lifted her head. “Daddy, you're silly.”

He pursed his lips and gave her a sideways sour look and Leia buried her face in his shoulder, stifling a laugh. “Turning my daughter against me. Nice.” He sighed and looked back at his wife. “Padmè, there's nothing to worry about, I take my job very seriously. Besides, protecting cargo means I can't fight. I won't engage unless there's need to. It's just….flying freighters are boring most days so I can't pass up a little... fun when it comes my way.”

“Fun…” She echoed dubiously and crossed her arms lightly. “I thought you have plenty of fun. Fun, for example, is hanging off of your neck.”

Anakin carefully craned his head to the side, grinning at the side of his daughter’s face. She leaned forward to catch his eye and they exchanged a look of mischief and amusement so nearly identical there would be no question of their relation.

He suddenly swung her around again so she was now cradled in his arms and before she could protest, began to tickle her belly.

She let out a loud squeal of laughter and wriggled in his arms.

“Fun, huh? We have lots of fun, don't we Leia?” He grinned down at her as he continued to mercilessly tickle her sides.

“Nooooo!” She squealed in between peels of laughter.

“Leelee?” A sleepy voice cut through the noise of laughter and Anakin paused his tickling to glance towards the children’s bedroom where Luke was standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes with one hand and clutching onto his blanket with the other.

“Hi baby.” Padmè greeted sweetly with a smile. “Look who's home.”

Luke blinked, registering his father's presence and then a smile split across his face.

“Daddy!”

He dropped his blanket and ran at his father.

Anakin, being the very skilled father of twins that he was, very quickly perched Leia onto his right hip and then opened his other arm to Luke.

He grunted at the weight of two toddlers as he lifted Luke onto his other hip.

Luke threw his arm around his shoulder and grabbed onto his shirt with the other.

Anakin smiled down at him. “Did you miss me, Luke?”

Luke nodded vigorously and then rested his head on Anakin's shoulder.

Anakin dropped a kiss first to his son's head, “I missed you too,” and then his daughters, “I missed you both very much.”

“Why did you go a long time, Daddy?” asked Luke in a small, curious voice.

His smile slowly fell. He hated leaving them most of all because of how much they missed him. They had Padmè of course and he knew they loved their mother but he had been their primary caregiver for three years.

The first time leaving them had been the worst, for himself and for them. He warned them the night before and left early in the morning before they woke up, thinking it would be easier for them.

He was barely off the planet before he sensed their dismay. He was half tempted to turn around and go back, he'd had three years to become almost mentally synched with his children’s emotions and it was excruciating to sense their pain. Padmè called him magic because he could often sense a tantrum before it happened. He was just extremely in tune to their emotions, could sense their pain and their joy.

While it did sometimes help to stop a tantrum in its tracks, it did absolutely nothing to help his own anxiety. He should have been used to being separated from his family. He left his mother behind for ten years, he constantly left Padmè during the war but he hadn't had a full day away from their children since they were born.

The part of him that was excited to get back into a ship with Artoo at his side fought hard against the part of him that didn't want to leave his children.

Thankfully the nervous tension eased the further he got from Coruscant and he was able to fully enjoy his first trip away.

That trip, and most trips, were only a day or two at most. He insisted upon it at first so he wouldn’t have to be be away for too long. This particular trip had him away for almost two weeks.

“Well, you remember my job don't you, Luke?”

Luke lifted his head and nodded. “You're a pilot!”

“I am,” he nodded, “and sometimes people need me to fly to places that are a little far away.”

“Why?” A favorite question recently for the both of them and Anakin loved their curiosity and loved even more being able to teach them more about the universe.

“Do you remember the holo I showed you of the galaxy and how many planets there are?” Both the twins nodded. They loved looking at the holo and asking him about each one he'd been to.

“Some planets are very far away and they need some help sometimes. So it is my job to go and help them.”

“Isn't that nice of Daddy to do?” Padmè asked them. “He brings food, water and supplies to people who don't have a lot of it.”

“You do?” Luke asked, eyes widening in wonder.

“I do.”

“Daddy.” Leia pulled back to look at him with full admiration “You are a very nice Daddy.”

Anakin laughed. “Well thank you, Leia. I'm so glad I have your approval.” He looked back to Luke. “So do you understand why I have to be away sometimes?”

“Uh-huh.” Luke nodded. “You help people.”

“Yes and I know it feels like I'm away for a long time but I promise I will always come back to you because you know what?”

“What?”

He leaned his head in until he pressed his forehead gently to his son’s and met his eyes. “Being with you is my absolute favorite place to be.”

“Really?” Luke smiled.

He lifted his head and nodded. “In the whole wide galaxy.” He promised.

“Me too?” Leia piped in and Anakin looked at her with a smile.

“Of course, you too. Both of you and your Mama.” He looked up to meet Padme’s eyes and when she smiled he gave her a quick wink.

Leia rested her head against his shoulder and he briefly rested his cheek against her hair.

“So,” he looked between them both, “what did you two do while I was away? I know that Mama must have done many fun things with you.”

“Ummm….” Leia lifted her head and looked up thoughtfully.

“Where did we go yesterday Leia?” Padmè prompted her.

She gasped excitedly as she remembered.“We went to Mama’s work and I got to sit at her desk!”

“You did? Oh I bet the senate loved that.” Anakin shot his wife a knowing smirk.

“They weren't thrilled but I had to go in and I had no one to watch them for the day and they were on their best behavior, weren't you?”

The twins both nodded. “We were very good,” Leia said, “and Mama said I could be like her when I'm grown! I'm gonna be a sennytour.”

Anakin smiled fondly at her. “I have no doubt of it, Senator Skywalker. The best senator there ever will be!”

Leia nodded her head once, matter of factly but then furrowed her little brow seriously and told him, “But not better than Mama.”

“You're right...Mama is a very good Senator but you know what? I think you could be just as good.”

“And so do I.” Padmè agreed with a smile, coming up to place a loving hand on Leia’s back. “I told her that the Senate would be very lucky to have a girl like Leia.”

Leia beamed proudly.

“And Luke too, if he wanted to but he was a little bored, weren’t you?” Padmè asked her son.

Luke shook his head. “Not bored!” He exclaimed and turned exuberantly to his father. “Daddy, did you know there are lots of ships that fly outside Mama's window?”

“Are there?”

“Yeah, so many! Even more than at our window!”

“He couldn't keep his eyes off of them...like father, like son.” Padmè commented quietly and Anakin gave her a brief loving smile before turning his attention back to Luke.

“One day you might be able to fly one. Would you like that?”

Luke’s eyes widened and he started bouncing excitedly. “Yeah! Fly like you!”

“Well hopefully not exactly like you.”

Luke frowned in confusion. “Daddy is the best pilot in the whole galaxy!”

Anakin felt a swell of pride at his son coming to his defense and raised his brow at Padmè, waiting for her response.

“Yes, darling, he is a very good pilot but he also is a crazy one.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I have fun.” Anakin told Luke quietly with a smirk and Luke grinned back at him.

“It means he gets into trouble.” Padmè countered quickly, giving him a look.

“Oh…” Luke looked at his mother and furrowed his brow thoughtfully and then nodded in resolve. “Well I'm gonna be a good pilot like Daddy but not get in trouble. I don’t like being in trouble.”

Padmè smiled and gently rubbed his leg. “That's my good little man.”

“Spoil sport.” Anakin muttered and Padmè shot him a look, to which he morphed into a grin.

His carefree smile was so captivating, even after three years, she couldn't help but smile back. She would never grow tired of watching the man her husband had become free of the pressures of the Jedi.

The twenty five year old father was more reminiscent of the nineteen year old she married, before the Clone Wars, before the nightmares, before Palpatine.

He had matured, mostly, but Anakin's recklessness was something that would never change. Though he was admittedly more careful knowing their children waited for him at home.

Leia suddenly started to wriggle against his arm, her face pulled in all different directions and she let out soft little grunts.

“Are you alright, Le?” Anakin asked, smirking in amusement.

Leia sighed. “Daddy your arm is hurting my butt.”

Padmè stifled a laugh behind her hand and Anakin raised a brow.

“Your butt is hurting my arm.” He countered.

“No, your arm is metal, Daddy it can't hurt.”

He chuckled low in his throat and smirked at her. “Well you are a smart girl, aren't you?”

Leia beamed proudly and he laughed again, kissing her forehead. “Alright down you go, Miss Skywalker.”

He knelt down to release them both and once they were on their feet, they looked up at him and he placed a hand on each of their backs and smiled.

“Now, go play.”

The twins grinned at each other and then ran off together full of giggles.

Anakin watched them go and then straightened up with a low groan. He was still in great shape but holding two three year olds for more than a few minutes took its toll on his body.

He then turned to Padmè and she met his eyes with a smile. Without another word they rushed toward one another.

As their bodies softly collided, Padmè wound her arms around his neck and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

“I've missed you.” She sighed against his ear, tangling her fingers in his hair.

He closed his eyes and kissed the side of her head. “I've missed you too.” He held onto her for another lingering moment and then pulled back to look down at her.

“It's lonely on those trips.”

“Even with Artoo?” She asked, her lips pulling up in a small smile.

“Artoo is great company but he can't entertain me the same way you can.”

Padmè raised her brow and her smile grew as she started playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I don't think you would want that kind of entertainment while you're flying.”

He returned a smirk of his own and leaned in until their lips were barely separated. “I'm a man of many talents.”

“Well I know for a fact that would not be good for business.” She added breathlessly.

A low laugh rumbled in his chest. “Perhaps you're right about that. That's alright, it just gives me something else to look forward to when coming home.”

He emphasized his words by pulling her hips to his.

Her arms tightened around his neck and wordlessly closed the remaining distance between them.

He kissed her deeply, making up for the days they were apart with passion. She sighed against his mouth and practically melted into his arms.

They almost became lost in one another if not for the the delightful screeches of their children pulling them back to reality.

Breaking the kiss, they both turned in their direction and smiled as they watched Luke and Leia running around with toy ships Anakin had made for them.

“Where is Threepio?” Anakin wondered as he scanned the room and noticed the droid was still peculiarly absent.

“Oh, the children were asleep so I had him run a few errands for me. He should be back soon.”

“Errands, huh...only one of his favorite things.” He looked back down at her with a smile.

She lightly shrugged. “He was happy to, at least he seemed to be with the lack of both you and Artoo.”

Anakin raised a brow. “Threepio? Are you sure you’ve got the right droid? He complains about a lot.”

“Hm...yes...and I wonder where he learned that.”

“Hey!”

She laughed and drew in closer to him. She lifted her hand to smooth away the frown lines on his face which did soften at her touch.

“Threepio is a wonderful help while you are away and he definitely learned that from his creator.”

His lips twitched in a smirk and his grip tightened on her waist. “I can only take so much credit...he was just a bunch of old parts I put together. He spent an awful lot of time with you and you are wonderful influence. I would know…” He trailed off as he began to lean in towards her and she smiled as she leaned in towards him.

He sensed the danger before he knew what it was; there was the sudden flicker of fear in Padmè’s eyes as her vision flickered past his shoulders and then a loud bang behind them.

“Anakin!” Padmè shouted in the same second he spun around, flinging his arms out in the direction of his children.

They clung to each other on the floor, quivering and whimpering, their tiny hands thrown out towards the bookcase that was now suspended in air midway toward toppling to the ground.

A few books and various objects slipped from the shelves, clattering to the ground around them but the heavy shelves had been stopped from falling on them.

Anakin's brow pressed together in concentration and Padmè rushed around him, running to gather her children in her arms.

The bookshelf quivered and Anakin concentrated on getting it upright again as Padmè carried the crying twins to the couch.

“It's alright, you're okay.” Padmè soothed them, pressing each child's head to her chest, running her hand over their hair, pressing kisses to their heads.

Anakin narrowed his eyes and released his hold on the bookshelf once it was once completely upright.

He scowled thoughtfully at the bookshelf and then walked over to his family.

Padmè glanced up at him, eyes wet with unwashed tears but filled with relief.

He forced a small smile to his lips and took the seat to her right.

Luke lifted his head as soon as his father sat down. “Daddy…” he whimpered and rolled over to reach for him.

Anakin gathered him into his arms and Luke clutched to him, burying himself against his chest. “Everything alright, Lukey boy?”

He whimpered again, eyes red rimmed and tears rolled down his cheeks, his body still quivering.

He held up his hand which seemed a little red from it's impact with the bookshelf but otherwise unharmed.

Anakin gently cradled Luke's hand in his own and gave him a gentle smile. “What this? That's all?”

He kissed the palm of his son’s hand. “There….you're okay, son.” Luke sniffled but gave a watery smile in return.

As Luke settled back against his chest, his smile faded as his mind replayed the event that just happened.

He felt the small disturbance in the Force, had turned around, noticed the bookshelf, and reacted accordingly. However, while his use of the force did stop the bookcase from falling, there was also something else acting upon it.

His mind flickered to the image of his children, their hands outstretched, a reflex to protect themselves from the danger threatening them.

The truth hit him hard and fast. His children had used the Force.

He held Luke a little tighter, resting his chin gently atop his son's head, rubbing his back as he slowly calmed.

As the fear and adrenaline of the situation faded, and the twins recovered from their tiny shock, they started to grow a little restless in their arms.

“Are you okay, Leia?” Padmè asked, giving her daughter another thorough check for any visible injuries.

Leia nodded, sniffling quietly. “Yes, Mama.”

Padmè smiled softly and used her thumb to brush away the remaining tear tracks on Leia’s cheeks.

“Good.” She then pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Can I go play again?” Leia asked and Luke lifted his head, looking over to his mother, also eager to hear the answer.

“Yes you can but no more running, okay?”

Leia nodded. “‘kay.” She looked over at her brother and they shared only a look, their faces melting into smiles and they climbed off their parents’ laps.

Anakin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs, his brow furrowed.

“Is something wrong Anakin?” Padmè whispered, voice laced with worry as they watched their children run back off to their play area. “They're alright. You saved them.”

Anakin sighed. “They are unharmed, yes, but Padmè…”

Anakin glanced meaningfully towards the children who were already full of smiles and had poured out a box of blocks between them.

“They used the Force.”

Padmè's eyes widened and glanced between him and the children. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He turned back to her. “I was not the only one acting on that bookcase. They reacted only to save themselves and I doubt they could have supported it without my help but it was their initial reaction that kept it from toppling immediately. When you took them away, I felt it release and I knew...they had a grip on it too.”

Padmè sat in silence for a moment, observing the children playing and her brow slowly pressed down. “But they're so young…”

Anakin inhaled and crossed his arms lightly. “It's not unheard of...the Sith themselves even discovered force sensitive children not much older than Luke and Leia and given my high midichlorian count, I knew they would also be force sensitive. I was keeping an eye out for it but I still didn't think…” he sighed again as he rested back.

Padmè frowned thoughtfully. “Should we contact Obi-Wan?”

Anakin's face twitched and he scoffed quietly. “We don't need Obi-Wan.”

“Anakin, he's our friend.” She laid her hand gently on his arm.

“Yes but I am their father.” He said almost harshly and at Padmè's look, his face softened and he gave her an apologetic look.

The thought of handing his children over to the Jedi was not an option. He regarded Obi-Wan as a friend and took to heart his mentorship but refused to allow the same teachings for his children. “We don't need to involve the Jedi in this. I can handle it.”

“Okay.” She said softly and gently squeezed his arm. “I trust you, Ani, but what do we do? They are just barely three years old, they're not going to understand the power they have.”

“It's a part of who they are, Padmè, we can't suppress it.”

She slid her hand up his arm, sensing his growing agitation. He was tense but calmed at her touch.

“I don't want to suppress them but I want them to be safe. They are so young, Ani, they won't understand what they can do, or how to use it…”

“I can teach them. They're smart, Leia was practically running before she could walk and Luke not far behind her.”

“I know you can and I know how smart and clever they are but they're still just babies. You were nine when the Jedi found you.”

“I had no idea what I was capable of until I stated training under Obi-Wan. We don't know the full extent of their abilities yet and I don't think they even know what they did. I don’t think we have anything to worry about just yet but we can test their midichlorian count and go from there. I didn't think a test would be necessary until they were older but clearly to have it manifest so early it must be high.”

A smile slowly pulled at his lips as the full weight of the situation seemed to finally sink in.

“Our children are special, Padmè.”

His children were becoming more and more like him, possessed the same gifts he had, and now he had the chance to train them how he wanted. There were no rules of the Jedi to stop him.

Padmè also smiled but hers was more hesitant. “Of course they are.”

“They will need to be trained. Not yet,” he assured her as her eyes widened, “They're still young and they seemed to only call to the force out of instinct. One day, though, they will realize what they can do and they'll need to know how to use their abilities safely. I'll keep an eye on them because once they do realize what they can do they'll start experimenting. I haven't used the force much since I left the Order, I really haven't had the need, but maybe I should start to.”

He pressed his lips together thoughtfully and slowly rose to his feet. He took a few steps forward, turned his hand behind him and almost immediately a book flew into his open hand.

He tightly grasped it and turned around to present it to Padmè with a small grin. “If they see me using it, it won't be strange to them, and they'll be excited instead of afraid when they start to notice they can use it too.”

“Ani,” She slowly stood and walked over to meet him, “I agree with you and I think that is a brilliant idea but please... don't show off.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Show off?”

She gave him a knowing but loving look. “Anakin, you are the biggest show off I have ever known and it worked for me, sometimes, but we do not need our small children trying to show off for you.”

“Simple and easy…” he turned a smirk down to the book which was now levitating just slightly above his hand. He kept it suspended for a few seconds and then slowly lowered it back to his palm. “No harm done.”

“Thank you.” She let out a small breath of relief and smiled. “When they're old enough I'm sure you'll have more than enough time to all show off together once they know what they're doing.”

“Yes.” He looked up and over to where they sat, helping each other build a building out of blocks. Luke handed Leia a small piece to carefully lay on the top. Her little tongue slipped out of her mouth as she balanced on her knees trying to carefully place the block on top of the ever growing pile. Upon the successful placement, she plopped back down with a pleased grin and reached around to hand Luke the next piece.

“It's not that time yet.”

She saddled up to his side and wrapped one arm around his back while the other rested over his heart. She rested her head on his shoulder. “Yes, let them remain our babies for a little while longer.”

Part of him couldn't wait until they were older, to see who they would grow into, so he could do train with them but his chest also tightened a little at the thought.

The last three years had already passed so quickly, the day they were born seemed as if it was just yesterday. Yet there he stood already contemplating their training.

They were granted the carefree childhood he had never had and he was not about to take any of that time away from them.

#anidala #anakin x padme #fanfiction #star wars #sw fanfiction #sw au #mine #the skywalkers

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June Small Wins

1 - ecmocard meeting with ppl from aussie to learn to sort out data. Felt better after the meeting cause i didnt feel like doing anything before. Got two season deli box cake from dapur cokelat for nessa. Videocalled w her and ren.

2 - dr eva chatted and gave things to do. I also need to make intern log for dr retha. I just cant bring myself to start. Finally mustered the courage. Im not the type of person for wfh. At least in this house. Finished reading love or hate. I rly felt like shit at night.

3 - started reading positively yours. Had no will to do anything

4 - some more sending spss work for dr eva. weekdays with no “outside work” rly render me useless in functioning. a vegetable

5 - iluni webinar. Lost my attention during electrolyte and fluid stuff. tried to cook ribeye steak lmao (meat from @/fridaymeatshop). Its too chewy and leathery. But its not too welldone. And at least it tastes good. Went to depok by krl. its quite quick since krl arrived just after im at poris and duri. went ahead of silvi devi. satpam on the lobby wont open the access hhhh (i dont have one. i dunno why. mom said she cant find it although we supposedly have 2). but my mood improved once im upstairs. we prepped a bit of deco. conversed in the dark so not to make racheel suspicious. surprisee. had truffle belly chicken cheese for dinner. the cheese was not to cheesy, its more of a gentle taste. mushroom tastes better. we watched sweet and sour from my mobile data. surprisingly, its not that much of data. slept at like 12-1ish

6 - the electric token went out in the morning. we went for a walk in ui. the PLK man across of st ui forbade us from going in. ugh. but it was rly empty. so we went from barel. its empty on the library. there was a dog that walked along with us. talked a bit in front of the lake. went back. i got 2 moon chicken (the basic flavor and not the wings) and spicy jumeokbap. the jumeokbap was nothing like what i had in korea. like the seaweed’s taste doesnt come out that much, and its not that flavorful/savory. the one in korea its good even by itself. went back to jkt nebeng reza silvi with devi. originally planned to go to flavola, but my head kinda hurts, so i finished my moon chicken at the mushola and asked juan to pick me up. still feel healthy and normal after going and staying out, so i started reading a book abt handwriting analysis lmaoo. fell asleep. tried several attempts to figure out my bpjs number and turns out the best there is to respond is BPJS’ twitter. the problem was solved under 5 mins.

7 - woke up, fell asleep again. Adita told me that i might be interviewed today for the ipd intern but theres no info. Did the registration stuff for my bpjs. Registered for npwp. Watched bts x na pd

8 - off to RSF. its audit day today. hiks to phonecall follow up work. i did not do anything inaco related, i just sat there and did dr dafsah’s excel. dr vera bought me pecel ayam hehe yay. went to como park to meet up with indah regen. tried ricotta pizza from pizza place (33k). the cheese is cheese but not that typical cheesy (?) coupled with mushroom. i had to add sauce to withstand the last bites (still kinda full). tried other’s as well, pesto and mushroom. pesto had the most taste. while waiting for doggo to arrive, we bought gelato (S: 35k). apparently their special flavor was ricotta lmao. tried green tea (bitter, which i like) and peanut butter + caramel, which makes you feel thirsty. watched the doggos from the sidelines. after maghrib we went to 1/15. ordered ice mocha (50k). the chocolate taste stood out more. not gonna order again lol. the staff initially recommended pandan flavor. took grab to gbk station to go home.

9 - rsf. second audit day. i hate it here lmao. im not even paid for my time here. excused myself to eat. turns out mbak Ai bought hokben. i almost forgot thanking her since i felt hungry with a bit of headache. talked a bit with dr retha regarding changes of assistant (since internship is soon). went back and immediately laid down in bed. mom bought pizza so thats what i ate for dinner. fell asleep (i can feel it. my face will get consequences)

10 - cant bring myself to do anything. i reread painter of the night lmao. seungho is a prick. inhun is also a prick (a greedy one). ate arirang bone marrow. put the egg-seasoning mixture to the pan since im not confident enough to just pour boiling water into the bowl. felt surprisingly full. went to sbux. green tea latte as usual. but turns out tumblr 50% promo only applies to sbux member. so i had to pay 40k for my green tea latte. at least i got to feel good from outside vibes. did some follow up for INACO patients.

11 - went to rm rsf. Took lots of photos of RM. I was given rujak by the rm staff lmaoo so cute. Didnt do any entry afterwards lmao i just laid down

12 - breakfast is paldo jjajangmen and egg. It tasted like soy. Its good but not in a micin way. Its quite fulfilling. Had some of the beef slices by putting it in a buttered pan (is it pan fried? Grilled? Idk). Had banana and brownies together (makes it rly good). Did a bit of clires work. I drank sbux's caramel macchiato but yall my stomach cant handle it lmao. It hurts so much that i even got a headache. So i just laid down in bed

13 - had arirang again loll. Inserted the egg to the pan still, but quicker this time. Its too salty today. Maybe its not enough water. I was eating it while googling how to remove excess sodium. Ate the rest of beef slices (shared with bros ofc) and mixed some with moms fried rice. Ate banana brownies again. Felt soooo full. Did some clires work accompanied by sbux matcha

14 - i felt like shit this morning. Watched leahs vid. Listened to her podcast while having bfast. I walked from moms car to bougenville while still feeling like shit. It slowly gets better afterwards, thankfully. Did some clires and follow up. Went to gandy steak in dr retha's car (which had anesthesiology textbook inside). Tried aus sirloin steak. The bread tasted ok. The garlic bread also ok. The mashed potato was so so (the one in depok was more creamy and smooth). The steak was good, especially the fat part, the sauce so so. Honestly that depok steak had more value for money compared to this, i think. Nebeng dr rara and husband to busway station. Arrived in ar and i immediately showered, such wow 👏👏

15 - today is no rsf day aka self made wfh day. Moms getting vaccinated today. I just lazed. And read kanej fics

16 - off to rsf. Took care of rm stuff. Tried social affair's croffle since i was so curious (60k [10k tip]). The nutella and cinnamon sugar one. Its crunchy and a bit crumbly inside, but not as fragile as croissant. Its quite fulfilling too. But its basically flour batter variations. (thats what mom would say). randomly chatted racheel and we ended up taking a walk and a bit of jog citra 6 (with my sneakon regular shoes). My left tendon was screaming lol. Picked up by juan who surprisingly effortlessly found the address at night.

17 - mbak aan chatted me today to go to rscm. Met prof murdani at pesc and he gave me ppt assigment for 13:30 THAT DAY. Finished it unsatisfyingly (i wish i couldve done more). Lunch was free bebek bkb yay thankyou Prof c: (he even asked what did i ate) took care of legalisir stuff. Went home by tj. Drank matcha w vsoy and i somehow was not sleepy after maghrib. I also changed my desj layout. Maybe it kinda works to separate my spaces

18 - arrived at rscm at 8-ish. sent updated thibbun nabawi ppt. literature search. and then somehow its 14:30. went to SCI w ara wani rasyid. tried bandeng nyonya, oyster, salmon, cumi lada garam (its crazy good among all the good tasting food wtff), shrimp and pocai telor (veggie stuff). dessert was thailand cassava. spent about 190k. went back by TJ. had wudu at pulomas and prayed ashar on the bus lol. i passed out after playing w my phone lmaoo

19 - spent almost the whole day just sleeping and eating. finally showered in the afternoon. had matcha vsoy latte after maghrib and with enough day sleeping, i did presentation outline. at like 1/2 am i initially planned to sleep but my eyes still have plenty of watts. so i read hold me tight. slept at like 4/5 am

20 - woke up at 9. off to om dokter’s house to ask for healthy letter. we talked almost the entire time im there lol. before u know it mom and dad’s done talking with grandma. om dokter shared some of his experiences in the past. and he said something about making your choice and living with it, and it will all have a meaning even if you might initially agonize about it. girl i was holding back tears. here he was talking about choices, something i never rly talk about at my house. im getting teary just typing this. he talked about it in a way that sounds simple, even though i agonized abt internship choices and sometimes avoid thinking about it. it rly rly was a new experience. i dont rly talk about “choices” with my parents. so hearing how to go through options in life from a person i can relate to regarding this med stuff is. i feel like i would have loved it if i can hear his wisdom earlier. i dont talk with him much if my parents are around bcs they will just meddle and say stuff that wreck my peace. they dont rly know what im going through but can be very opinionated. this peaceful one on one talk rly made me feel relieved and reassured. and i was today years old when i found out he initially wanted to be a psychiatrist. he would have been a great psychiatrist. i feel like we have some understanding thats left unsaid. like he knows how my parents are like. he would probably understand why i dont talk with him much at AR. after what feels super quick, we went back to AR. registered for STR. searched some literature for the topics that Prof is the moderator of. powered by matcha energy

21 - rscm as usual. the Prof did not come. lunch was bread i brought from home. waited for mom to pick me up at kfc so i bought pukis kfc. its like properly made pukis and not the street seller made ones. the chocolate one was good since the toppings generous. felt a bit feverish? like my body felt warm. fell asleep and then suddenly its 6 am in the morning.

22 - Prof still did not came. had amart’s ayam penyet jamur for lunch. turns out juan bought ayam geprek gendut for dinner. night time is diarrhea time lmaooooo. did not feel sleepy at AR but i skipped shower again lmao,,,,,,,, and then suddenly its morning again

23 - jajan from sisterfield today. tried their carrot cake and kopi susu gula aren. the carrot cake has that carrot texture. its different. the icing was fresh cream cheese that made the cake taste good. the coffee made my stomach ache a bit. it has that subtle chocolatey taste. fell asleep again. third time’s the charm (of 1x/day face wash). woke up at 3 am planning to sleep but i ended up washing my face. turns out atikah was still awake due to AZ fever.

24 - this is the bestest sleep i had in this week (?) had a dream about going to bandung and the car falling to water. forgot my headset today. can finally meet prof Mur. talked abt inaco stuff w agassi. reread komugi meruem lmaoo. felll asleep. somehow had the misfortune of hearing dad’s hurtful words to mom. i want to fall asleep again but its difficuly. i went through stages of pent up anger, some sort of selfishness (i will go out from jakarta for internship), amazement to mom, and... (continue 2moro)

25 - lunch was dori rice from kanprim thanks to rasyid’s jastip. watched bts’ butter norebang lolll :(((. arrived at AR the fastest ive been. mom came to me right before maghrib and summed some stuff dad said yesterday. she handled it in a trivial way. like she was unaffected. and that somehow helped me too. stuck around in the dining room for a while after maghrib. talked about internship w mom. i left some chance for dad to yap yap abt whatever related to internship (thankfully songs were full volume through my wireless headset) while im inhaling through my matcha latte. i wont write what he said bcs its lowkey super embarrassing. thank the gods for wireless speakers.

26 - did not do anything productive today. Had arirang salted egg for bfast (wont repurchase). Had the meat cubes i bought online and its rly good. Ran with racil at citra 6. The tendon in my left feet hurt lol. Gmeet with ara et al to discuss internship review

27 - lazed. Wanted to start my day early but couldnt bring myself to. Binge watched twoset videos. Did clires stuff. 1 more RM to wait from IRMIK. No gastro intern work this weekend aaaa im starting to panic.

28 - juan came along otw to rscm. Talked about iship otw. brought tons of stuff to eat, including matcha latte, but i was unable to finish it lol. Discussed research budgeting w Prof. Didnt do anything in home. Starting to panic with my ppt progress.

29 - discussed budgeting revision. Prof thought abt little details i didnt even consider. Didnt do anything while at ar anjengggg

30 - prof did not come to dept today. Listemed to agassi rambling abt intern stuff. Immediately opened my laptop in ar. Watched two set. Played marapets lmaooo i finally managed to gather 3 au for shop pricer. But still didnot wash my face 👁️👄🤦‍♀️ maybe bcs i hate doing what people tells me to do (re: shower due to covid scare). Had a nightmare abt being in a car ride alone w dad and it was rly rly awkward

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