one shot

So I just MAJORLY screwed up. My anxiety was thru the ROOF, & at a simmer now. By the time you get this, it’ll be handled, but. Even so? In the next week or 2, if you have time/inspiration, could you write some cuddle fluff? I don’t care who with, or what fic (or if you just make a one-shot), but your fluffy fics always make me feel nice. It would be cool to get with some fluff in the near future from a writer I KNOW I enjoy. If you can’t, plz don’t stress tho! Just wanted to ask. Thank you!

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Spitting the flavored water into the bucket, Anakin gave his master a meek smile as he handed over the green tinged glass to him before dropping back onto the couch, tugging the blankets more tightly around himself.

Due to a mishap with the commissary droids and the ones working with them at the time not checking, several of the dishes in the eastern commissary had become tainted due to spoiled chicken.

And unfortunately, the eastern commissary was the one Anakin and his classmates had picked to eat at.

Which meant that several padawans had come down with stomach infections, which included Anakin with his iron stomach.

The only padawan that ate the same as them that got away with it was the wookie padawan and she only got away with it because apparently her stomach rejected it only an hour later and spent some time throwing it up.

The rest who had chicken however?

Oh yeah, stomach infections for all.

It made for some very miserable padawans but thankfully their teachers had postponed all of their homework, tests and lessons and Anakin’s master at the very least had stepped up.

Obi-Wan had carried his fourteen year old padawan to the healers at midnight when Anakin started throwing up in his bed and then shitting himself minutes later when he had scrambled to the bathroom, Obi-Wan had held his hand through the entire ordeal in the Halls, held the bucket when Anakin threw up in the Halls and had carried him back in the early grey of the morning.

Exhausted, wearing the Hall robe due to throwing up on himself, Anakin had curled up in Obi-Wan’s armchair as Obi-Wan went to his own and bought out his duvet and several blankets, preparing the couch for his padawan.

And only then, once Anakin was comfortably laying with a bucket between the couch and the caff table, did the redhead go to strip Anakin’s bed for the soiled sheets to throw in the laundry chute, Anakin resting uneasily due to his churning stomach.

How long he slept Anakin wasn’t sure but it was bright outside when he opened his eyes fully.

And promptly threw up once more, Obi-Wan at his side, rubbing his back with a worried croon.

“I’m sorry.” He rasped out, voice cracking on the second word as Obi-Wan set down the herb flavored water.

Pausing, Obi-Wan looked at him in surprise, dark bags under his eyes.

And then he smiled, kneeling down to carefully stroke Anakin’s cheek. “Don’t be. You’re sick padawan, I wouldn’t leave you to wallow when you’re sick.” He stated calmly.

His hand was cool, cooler than Anakin’s skin at least.

It felt so nice and Anakin wanted it to stay, both for the comforting touch and for the coolness. He could feel the slight catch of calluses from the others hand. “Don’t wanna be a burden…” Anakin mumbled thickly.

“You’re never a burden to me Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice was soft, steady.

A bit tired but genuine and Anakin couldn’t help but sniffle, feeling unsteady as his master gently continued petting him affectionately, going from stroking his hair to running his hand over Anakin’s spiky hair and into the hair usually gathered in a nerf tail.

It was comforting and despite how his stomach hurt and rolled, he almost wished this would last. Obi-Wan’s low voice, his caring touch, the quiet of their quarters and the comfort of Obi-Wan’s bedding around him.

“Sleep padawan. Things will be better after sleep.” Obi-Wan encouraged, a Force suggestion in his voice.

And as he had learned with the years at his master’s side, Anakin listened and fell asleep on the couch.

You know, I just can’t resist the thought any longer and I don’t know if you’ve written about it already, but… The Force sometimes helps with keeping Jedi awake when needed, at least as long as they’re on missions. But once they’re home and safe, they crash and crash *hard.* This has become a common problem especially with Yoda, who at times have accidentally frightened younglings and Padawans. Much to the annoyance of the other Masters.

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It is not uncommon for Jedi to keep themselves going with the Force.

The stronger the Jedi, the longer they can keep themselves awake and going on pure willpower of the Force.

But that doesn’t mean that the bodies natural needs doesn’t eventually catch up with one in the end.

The Force can let you push past natures boundaries…but not forgo them entirely and eventually it will demand sleep and food with a vengeance. It can therefore be wholly natural for a Jedi to sleep for full day if they have indeed challenged nature by remaining awake beyond their natural limits.

The food is an easy thing to beat.

There are special food pellets for such occasion, the necessary calories in those that beats the impulse and keeps one from eating all day.

But sleep is not so easy to control or fight.

Which is why you can find Jedi asleep in the halls, garden or library.

Its honestly quite normal, finding a Jedi knight or master leaning against a wall in the hall, laying in the gardens or with their heads on the table in the halls.

Never padawans though.

Their masters will always collect them and take them to bed and thankfully, initiates are not taught such skills, only padawan’s and up.

Of course, sometimes, you could mistake certain, older members for being… not asleep but something wholly different.

And therefore the tradition of grandmaster of the order scare has been in effect for the last two hundred years.

It practically an initiation by this point.

Master Yoda will fall asleep in his hover platform, silent as the grave and not visibly breathing from what most can tell.

It never fails to freak the padawans that find him, much to the annoyance of other masters.

But hey, how are you suppose to complain when everyone else is also sleeping around the temple!

“MASTER WINDU!!!” Jerking to a bit at the loud cry, Mace turned in surprise as young padawan Kenobi came barreling down the hall, Depa pausing beside him as they watched the young boy race their way, eyes wide in horror.

“Padawan Kenobi, what in the world are yo-” Mace started, frowning as the boy practically tripped over his own feet, face flushed from running.

Kenobi’s cry however cut him off. “MASTER YODA IS DEAD!” He gasped out, coming to a skidding stop in front of him, the boy latching onto Mace sleeve to tug, pointing back the way he had come, eyes wide and glistening.

Depa paused, her eyes wide too only for both padawan’s to gasp when when Mace let out a mumbling curse and pinch the bridge of his nose. “That old bastard, again?” He hissed before sighing, looking at his senior padawan and then down at young padawan Kenobi. “Alright younglings, lets go tend to him and I’ll explain. Lead the way Padawan.” He sighed, settling his hand reassuringly on the trembling boy’s shoulder.

Clearly confused, still horrified looking, Obi-Wan glanced at the uncertain Depa then squared his shoulders and started walking, leading Mace and Depa to the hallway.

As expected, they found the grandmaster of the Order in a darkened hallway, hovering in the middle of it with his head resting on his chest and from this angle, Mace could understand why young Kenobi had assumed Yoda to be dead.

Mace had done the same once.

Depa let out a squeak when she saw the old man, covering her mouth with wide eyes only to squeak again when Mace let out another curse. Obi-Wan just trembled, as traumatized as every other youngling when they found him.

Stepping forward, Mace grumbled loudly as he grabbed the hoverpad and pulled it, huffing in relief when it came easily.

Sometimes the karking old man locked the platform so he would stay in place.

Turning his head, he sighed deeply. “He’s asleep. He’s been keeping awake with the Force and now its demanded its pound.” Mace explained tiredly to both padawan’s.

Both teens paused, Depa’s hands lowering to reveal her O shaped mouth and Obi-Wan stopping his trembling from the sheer surprise as he looked between Mace and Yoda. “…A-Are you sure?” He whispered.

Mace sighed then reached up and tugged on Yoda’s ear under the horrified looking padawans, both near human’s eyes going wide when when Yoda grumbled and waved a hand only to go still moments later.

“…Pretty sure, yes.” Mace grumbled, pulling the platform with him to drag him to Mace room, mentally cursing Yoda out while making a note to himself to inform Qui-Gon that his padawan came over Yoda.

‘Every fucking time. Every motherfucking time.’ Mace grumbled to himself, dragging the platform with two padawans following him like ducklings.