#if i could have squeezed in a dex and anakin convo i would have

[tennessoui]

emerging from a fugue state just in time for wip wednesday

Vokara Che sits down across the desk from him with a pinched expression on her face. “I was under the impression that Master Kenobi called for this appointment, Master Skywalker.”

He did. Or, more precisely, his healing portal account did. Which Anakin accessed and then used to type out a missive in his master’s voice requesting to meet as soon as possible.

“Right, well,” Anakin says, shifting in his seat. “Something came up.”

Che does not look impressed. “Be that as it may,” she says delicately, “I am unable to discuss a patient’s medical history with a third party if the third party is neither present at the time nor has given me direct permission to do so.”

Anakin stares, feeling the first flickerings of real, dangerous fury well up in his gut. “But,” he says carefully. “He’s still sick. He, uh. Told me about it. And then we found a solution. To the problem.”

“The problem,” Che repeats, tilting her head and looking at Anakin as if she’s intent on studying him. 

“The hanahaki,” he spits. It’s a disgusting word. It’s one of the worst words he’s ever learned, and he can’t believe she’s making him say it. He can’t believe she’s being so—so cold when he’s telling her that Obi-Wan is still ill, that Obi-Wan is still dying, that Obi-Wan needs to be here to see her and he’s not. “Look,” he adds, leaning forward in his chair, “a few months ago a series of files were uploaded accidentally to my healing portal, but they were notes from one of Obi-Wan’s appointments. They were your notes from Obi-Wan’s visit. I know you know I know.”

Vokara Che looks at him and then looks down at the datapaad in front of her, lips thinned and lekku twitching. “I must apologize then,” she says, swiping through the files in front of her until she finds something that she lingers on. Her fingers dance across the screen of the datapaad, then it goes dark. “For the breach in ethicacy that you and Master Kenobi both experienced because of the Halls of Healing. Thank you for bringing it to my attention, Master Skywalker. All files that were incorrectly uploaded have been deleted from your healing portal.”

Anakin looks at her and bites his cheek hard enough to bleed so that he doesn’t start screaming instead.

[underacalicosky]

Hellooo!! 🩷 I am very curious about "Stickers"!!!! What is that all about?? :D

Hello!! Thank you for this ask from the WIP folder game ❤️

The Stickers AU started as a convo between me and @grapenehifics after we saw artwork of Obi-Wan giving Anakin stickers for good behavior. I started writing a couple scenes but couldn't really figure out where I wanted it go. I'm mostly undecided about whether I want this to stay as a gen fic.

I shared a little snippet of it in this WIP post a while back, and there's another brief moment between Obi-Wan and little padawan Anakin right under the cut.

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Obi-Wan’s putting away Anakin’s washed and folded tunics when he notices the stickers neatly arranged in a line at the very edge of his Padawan’s dresser. Every sticker that Obi-Wan had given him in the last few weeks. Ten altogether.

He sighs, knowing how hard Anakin has been trying.

When he arrives at the Temple dining hall to meet Anakin for lunch after his morning class, Obi-Wan can barely contain his excitement. He sees Anakin sitting in his usual spot on the bench outside the entrance and tugs playfully at their growing bond.

Immediately, Anakin looks up and Obi-Wan jogs the last dozen steps before bending at the waist and placing his hands on his tiny shoulders.

“Anakin,” he says with a grin. “How was your morning?”

He watches as Anakin studies his face with curiosity.

“I had a good morning, Master.”

“Good,” Obi-Wan says. He leans closer and lowers his voice. “I was putting away your tunics and saw your sticker collection.”

Anakin’s eyes widen.

“Did I count correctly? Have you earned ten stickers for good behavior?” Obi-Wan asks.

Anakin nods, and through the bond Obi-Wan feels his confusion. With a laugh, Obi-Wan squeezes his shoulders.

“I was thinking that perhaps we could go celebrate. Ten stickers is quite an accomplishment.” Obi-Wan straightens up and crosses his arms.

“How are we going to celebrate?” Anakin asks.

“Would you like to skip your afternoon class and get lunch at Dex’s?” Obi-Wan suggests, keeping his voice low.

Surprise skitters across Anakin’s features. “Really?” he breathes. “You’ll let me skip class?”

“Yes, really.”

Anakin’s face breaks into a bright smile, eyes shining. Elated, he leaps from where he’s sitting and throws his arms around Obi-Wan’s waist, looking up at him with a big grin.

“Can we get milkshakes?”

“Yes, of course, we’ll get milkshakes,” Obi-Wan agrees and holds Anakin’s hand while the boys skips almost the entire way to the diner.