#this is actually jocasta/dooku/sifo-dyas but you can't tell at this point

[charmwasjess]

*getting in with a rose in my mouth* tell us about the ✨breakfast fic✨

EXCUSE ME ANT YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT THE BREAKFAST FIC IS 👿

I suppose this is fair payback for when I tag you in these when I know you're writing Torture cave goodness.

Ahem.

The breakfast fic is PWP, the morning after a night, Sifo-Dyas and Dooku wake up together and have, uh, a nice breakfast. In this part, they're actually still in bed. Cut for smut so enter at your own peril:

“Sorry,” Sifo-Dyas grinned. “Just checking to see if you were still alive.”

“With which part were you checking?” Dooku stretched languidly.

“My eyes.” Sifo-Dyas made an attempt to sound sweet and innocent as he straddled him, taking the opportunity to pin Dooku while he was still waking up and vulnerable to such attacks. His partner’s larger body felt warm and solid between his legs. It was good to look down, see all of his muscled chest and abdomen, his duelist’s arms, to feel all that potent energy under him, but for once, made calm. And if Sifo-Dyas touched the Force, he could feel he was pleased to see him, in spite of his teasing. 

“Your eyes. Ah. Of course.” Dooku used the position to his own ends, reaching into his sleep pants and finding what he wanted. “Forgive my assumptions. I must have been mistaken.” 

“Stars,” he sucked a breath as Dooku’s calloused thumb circled the sensitive head of his cock, as if to make some roundabout point, and then stroked him. He let his head tip back, his hips rocking forward in time with Dooku’s motions without his permission. “That’s so nice…” 

“I know.” Dooku's smug reply was half a purr, half a rumble, low and rough with sleep. He didn’t stop. "Did I hear Jocasta leave?”

“--had to go to the Archives...” Sifo-Dyas murmured, trying to maintain the casual conversation and resist fully thrusting into that obliging palm. His plans for not escalating this wake up into a sexual encounter were rapidly devolving. “There’s breakfast.” 

“Mmn.” Mild disapproval. Dooku did not usually eat until he’d been awake for several hours. 

“...there’s caf?” he tried again.

“Hmm.” More approvingly. “I want a shower first.” 

Actually, a shower did sound nice. They had fallen asleep in a collective tangle last night, the sweat drying on their skin. “Can I come?”

"Oh," Dooku’s eyes flicked up from his task with a very interested expression, “...yes.” 

Sifo-Dyas choked on a laugh, in spite of his compromised condition. “--come join you in the shower, I meant.”

“Oh.” Dooku reconsidered. “Yes.”

[astranite]

[i am having Thoughts that hopefully you do not mind me adding on. Sifo is perpetually big mood.]]

I raise: Academic roulette wheel Sifo. There are unparalleled feats of creative and intellectual genius occurring at 11pm when he has something due the evening after he's gotten out of the healing halls. There are essays turned in still as rough notes, seemingly incredibly halfassed even though he swears he tried (he really really tried) when he's had an unusually quiet week and plenty of time by all rights to do it.

Its either top notch or nothing and he has no way of predicting it, even less than his visions. it's the pain of not knowing, when this is yet another thing outside of his control, of a brilliant potential that seems so readily within his grasp only to slip away as whisps of smoke on the wild.

sometimes its a presentation he's making, 100% sure he's completely bullshitting while he can barely hold a coherent thought inside his skull but turns out he's hit the bullseye blindfolded. though he's really going to have to get ahold of the holorecordings if the masters want him to build upon his thesis to add it to the archives as he has next to no clue what he actually said.

other times he's very earnestly trying to follow the lecture, reading along with the text book, except he can't make the words compute even though they are right in front of him, when he does indeed know how to read. and yes his fellow padawans say 'we get it, ugh its too early on a primeday to think' but its not the same, because sifo's brain actually doesnt work properly, and no its not fair. it takes until dooku gently nudges him and points it out for him to realise that he's been trying to read a planetary geography textbook in piloting class. sinking down in his chair, when other people have noticed even if they dont seem to be judging, it's awfully tempted to say kriff it all and go home.

so yeah, being sifo-dyas is a combination: of whirling ideas on galactic scale, speaking a mile a minute until he's tripping over his words he has so much to say, hyperactivity, borderline manic, he swears he can feel the force fizzing on his tongue, there so much to the universe its bigger than he can explain but he cannot help but try, try, try because it feels like flying; and the belated startlement that everyone is getting out of their chairs now, its the end of class and yet for him it just started as he rested his chin on his hand while his body is lead, he's moving through sticky taffy his mind's all mushy even blinking is exhausting, and he was so spacey he might as well have blacked out for the last hour, maybe jocasta will just give him the notes pressing the datapad into his hand curling his fingers around it to ensure he doesnt simply let it fall to the ground.

and then there's him lying on the lecture room floor between Jocasta and yan, cause turns out today is a being horizontal is a big win day for his pounding head and actually like this he can listen and properly think even. jedi dont mind because they're jedi (a, encouraging of students doing what they need to to learn best, b, there is plenty of learning done from handstands so this is a step down in the crazy, actually). and he dragged jo and doo with him to the spare space at the front cause he felt weird being the odd one out in yet another thing and they didnt mind, they got him. lying next to his best friends, there's no place sifo would rather be, and even politics and diplomacy looks far more appealing from this angle. that was the thing with sifo-dyas, he'd gotten a whole lot of practise finding new perspectives, and maybe, just sometimes, it could work in his favour.

[so turns out I have alot of thoughts and pretty much just started telling you all a story]

[ @charmwasjess as, well, you liked my thoughts on sifo earlier so *waves*]

you know what?

I decided just now that Sifo-Dyas was an absolute top-student in his Padawan years. Yes, even with the weird trips Lene dragged him on. Yes, even with the fucking visions.

Why?

because my brain has been feeling like freshly grated parmigano cheese for the last two days and I've been more asleep than awake during all my uni classes nonetheless have i - at least i like to think so - been able to throw out some of my best work during this

(mainly, I asked one question in the colloquim and all the profs loved it. except the guy presenting, he was put on the spot)

anyways. my thoughts are soup and thats a big Sifo mood and I think he should get to have mysteriously great grades. the oral participation of this boy is top notch

(heh)