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[tomicaleto]

For the duolingo prompt 🥺 #18 “By the way, nothing happened.”, please???

Thank you for sending this one to me! It took me a bit but I bring it to you now! And it's 2562 words so at least we have that!

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Context: this is set in the same AU as this snippet. Basically it's a Ben 10 AU. You can find more context for it in that post linked there, but basically, Ahsoka, Anakin and Obi-Wan are filling the roles of Ben, Gwen and Kevin. Ahsoka is still a Togruta.

For this snippet's particular context: the plot follows the one from an actual episode from the series but adapted to these characters and from my vague memories of it and also this breakdown of the episode. By this point in the AU, they still don't know Anakin is an anodite. Hope you enjoy!

“By the way, nothing happened.”

Ahsoka watched as Obi-Wan paced across the room, over and over and over, until she was almost sure he was going to leave a trace over the wood. It’s not like she wasn’t worried, Anakin had left for a date earlier today, after a fight with Obi-Wan, and had yet to show any kind of life signal since. 

She didn’t even know what they had fought about, with Obi-Wan being private about his relationships and Anakin being gone and also usually closed off in general. He was –slowly– becoming better about talking about his past and feelings with his team members, but they still had a long way to go. 

She was about to tell Obi-Wan to sit down and drink the coffee she had so kindly made him when her phone rang. 

—

Anakin had honestly not tried to end up in this situation. He had had an argument with Obi-Wan and said some hurtful things and got hurtful things said to him in return. And so, temperamental as he was, he had stormed away from Obi-Wan and wandered around the university halls where he taught until he had come across a random dude and invited him for a drink. It had been a petty move and he wasn’t really proud of it, but the man had accepted, looking him up and down with a lecherous glint in his eyes and it was too late to pull back. 

The man, Rush Clovis, behaved… acceptably, despite his eyes revealing his less than pure intentions towards Anakin. He had planned to do the bare minimum and leave as soon as possible, but then Clovis had asked Anakin for help with a situation that had been worrying the faculty for some months and his curiosity had been picked. This guy knew something that had Obi-Wan and his colleagues worried and he had kept it hidden from Anakin (possibly Ahsoka too, but he had known her before he had even met Anakin, so he doubted it). He also had a badge on his belt that Anakin pretended not to notice.   

And so, Anakin found himself listening to a vampire-like situation. Girls and young boys showing up with pale skin sucked into their bones, strange suction-like marks, like those of an octopus on their arms and necks, passing out as soon as they were found, their ailment unknown. 

“The only clue we have,” Clovis explained, “is that they are what is considered to be conventionally attractive, before being attacked.” 

They explored the university grounds, asking around and looking for further clues. Clovis, when he was not leering at Anakin, turned out to be a… passable guy. He was nowhere close to Obi-Wan, who could be so chivalrous and witty, but since he was pissed at Obi-Wan, Clovis would do.  

Anakin was about to call it a day, go back to his little one room apartment and eat some food and wait for the next day to ask Obi-Wan for more information, pride be damned. 

And then, as he was about to part ways with Clovis –nevermind his almost pathetic attempts to get Anakin to stay– a woman came across them, matching the illness’s description perfectly. Anakin rushed to catch her as she collapsed in his arms, energies completely drained. 

As subtle as he could, he checked her mana and found it almost gone, by all accounts she could be considered dead, or close to it. “She needs a medic.” Clovis took her from his arms. “The infirmary is just a couple of meters far.” Anakin frowned, he could have carried her himself, but in the end shrugged and followed Clovis.

The nurse on shift quickly began caring for the woman once they had arrived, her worry clear, and Anakin saw the hint of at least another three occupied beds. Just as he turned to check on the victim they had brought in, he caught Clovis with his hand on her forehead, a yellow glow surrounding it. The girl seemed to recover some of her colour, and Clovis let out a tired sigh. 

Before he could pull his hand away, Anakin grabbed his wrist and a spark flowed between them. “You have mana.” He stated, still shocked. Clovis studied his expression before his shoulders dropped. “This is not how I wanted you to find out.” He said. “I’ve seen you around, with professor Kenobi. I noticed the way you use mana on a daily basis. And the faculty seems to be taking their time dealing with this situation. I've been trying to cure them and find the cause, that’s why I asked for your help.” He sounded genuine, and there was no trace of his earlier leering.  

Anakin bit his lip and finally let go of Clovis’s wrist. He hesitated, considering his next move. “We’ll need help.” 

—

“Anakin!” Ahsoka and Obi-Wan got down from the car and hurriedly approached Anakin. “We were worried about you! You didn’t text and you have been gone for hours!” Obi-Wan was the first to get near Anakin, already venting his worries, the early anger forgotten and he moved as if he were about to hug Anakin when Clovis stepped in between them. 

He froze in his place, arms falling to his sides as Clovis smiled pleasantly at him and Ahsoka, who had caught up and was looking at Clovis and Anakin with a confused look. “Professor Kenobi, I’m so glad you joined us.”

Obi-Wan’s frown deepened and he turned to stare at Anakin, who had remained quiet so far. “Anakin, what’s going on?” 

“Clo– uh, Rush here has power like us.” Anakin said, only gesturing towards Clovis with his hand. The man smiled with his most charming smile to them as his answer. “He’s a plumber kid, showed me his badge.” 

Ahsoka turned then, more interested by that fact than by Clovis himself. “How did you two meet?” Obi-Wan’s eye twitched. “Anakin has been helping me investigate the attacks on the university students.” Clovis answered and it made Obi-Wan turn his head sharply towards him. 

“That’s not your responsibility, as part of the student body, you should have left it for the authorities to handle.” 

Clovis shrugged casually, carelessly. “And let more people get hurt? No, I have powers and I can help.” 

As if sensing the rising animosity in the air, Ahsoka shuffled closer to Anakin and cheerfully said: “Well, what are we waiting for! Today is a school night, so we don’t have time to waste before my curfew!” 

—

Hours later, the three of them found themselves driving back home, no answers found yet. Anakin had been relegated to the co-pilot seat, since this was Obi-Wan’s car. Ahsoka was asleep in the backseat and the silence was awkward and stiff. 

Obi-Wan’s hands were tight on the wheel, knuckles almost white with how tight he was gripping it. “I cannot believe you spent all afternoon with Clovis!” Anakin tensed in his own seat. “It’s not like I am committed to anyone, is it? I can go out with whoever I want to.” 

Obi-Wan scoffed, but didn’t answer. They eventually reached Ahsoka’s house and Anakin got out of the car and concentrated. With careful and slow movements, Ahsoka’s body began floating, her body surrounded by Anakin’s pinkish energy. He moved her up to her window, and opened it with his other hand as well. 

While he did all that, Obi-Wan studied him. What Anakin had said was true, they weren’t committed to one another, they hadn’t even admitted their feelings for one another, even if they both knew what the other felt. Or at least, Obi-Wan had thought so. 

He was broken off his thoughts by a knock on his window. “I’m gonna walk the rest of the way.” Anakin told him. “You go home now, You have classes to teach and we have another afternoon with Clovis ahead.” 

Obi-Wan tried to stop Anakin, but the man was stubborn and left on his own. With a tired sigh, Obi-Wan shifted gears and left as well.

—

“Have you noticed something weird about Anakin?” Ahsoka asked the next morning as Obi-Wan drove her to school. 

As a matter of fact, Obi-Wan had noticed plenty of things weird with Anakin, like the fact he had texted them that he would have a late morning that day, even with him being the early bird of the group. Or that he had gone on that little date with Clovis at all. And he could go on, but instead gestured to Ahsoka to say what she was meaning to say. 

“It’s just, and I may be wrong,” she hesitated. “That when we got to university yesterday, he was wearing his hoodie even while it was quite warm.” 

Obi-Wan frowned. “What do you mean?” “Isn’t it weird? He never really covers his arms when it’s hot outside.” 

“You think he was hiding something?” Obi-Wan asked, worry clear in his voice. Ahsoka shrugged. “You never know with him, what’s with all his secretive past.” She pouted. Anakin’s tendency to avoid talking about himself unless it was on vague and concerning statements was something that Ahsoka often took personally. “I like to think he’s been slowly getting better about it but I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s hiding something.” 

—

They were supposed to meet again that afternoon, see if they could find something now that the four of them were working together. But neither Clovis nor Anakin were at the meeting point once Ahsoka and Obi-Wan finished their job and school day respectively. 

“I don’t like this.” Ahsoka said. “I would understand Anakin not being here, if he slept in today but what about Clovis? He’s the one that dragged us into this.” Obi-Wan coughed into his fist and she stuttered. “I only mean that I wouldn’t have found out about this without him!” She explained. “I think I can track both their scents, see if they are on campus.” 

Before Obi-Wan could say anything, she had dialed up her selected alien and had turned into the Vulpimancer programmed in the watch. She sniffed the air around them and took off so fast that Obi-Wan was almost left behind. 

She ran across campus, until reaching what seemed to be an abandoned building. Obi-Wan recognised it as the old Chemistry building before they had updated the labs in the newer place on the other side of the place. 

Ahsoka turned back to her Togruta form, she turned towards Obi-Wan with a grim expression. “They are both in there.” She said. “I don’t understand why they didn’t wait for us.” 

Obi-Wan looked over her shoulder, he had a bad feeling about this whole thing. “Let’s go and see what we find.” 

—

What they found was Clovis, his skin seemed like a gold plate, yellow energy surrounding him and what looked like…

“Anakin!” Ahsoka shouted, revealing their position. 

Anakin was laying in Clovis’s arms, barely conscious. His skin had turned grayish, and his arms, that he had covered the night before were covered in the suction like marks. It was so obvious right then, what had been going on at the school for the last couple of weeks. 

“You! You are the one behind this all!” Obi-Wan exclaimed then. Clovis just laughed. 

“Indeed, and I couldn’t resist getting a taste of Anakin. He’s just so powerful, so casual with his powers. Simply delicious.” 

Ahsoka snarled, her hand already preparing her watch. “You’re such a creep.” 

If anything, this only made Clovis laugh harder. Behind him, the previous victims shifted slowly towards them. “Don’t blame me, I need the energy to live.” 

Finally, he let Anakin go and he fell to the floor with an ugly noise. Ahsoka turned into her Aerophibian and shot a laser at Clovis, but was easily rebuffed.. Clovis’s counterattack threw her hard onto the floor, the transformation breaking. 

Obi-Wan’s turn. He kneeled down and absorbed the concrete of the floor before sprinting towards Clovis, but couldn’t get close as the next shot of yellow power hit him straight. He covered his face with his arms, but felt as the layer of concrete fell apart and soon, he was landing next to Ahsoka. 

“Seems like I’ll have to get rid of you before you go tattling to the university authorities.” Clovis drawled, as if he weren’t talking about killing them. 

He took two steps forward and charged again, but just when he was about to shoot, Anakin’s weak hand grabbed his wrist. 

“What are you doing?” He cursed, as Anakin took the hit directly, his eyes glowing menacingly as he absorbed the hit. “Let go right now!” His skin began returning to its golden colour just as Clovis’s went grey. As the attack lost its power, so did Clovis, hair losing its healthy volume, lips dry and sucked in. Anakin, on the other hand, only got stronger as his energy returned to his body, and he only let go when he was done. Just before turning towards Ahsoka and Obi-Wan, he said “get him, girls”. 

He didn’t turn to see as Clovis’s victims turned on him, hungry for their own energy. He ignored the pained screams of Clovis as they stole what little energy he still had left.   

—

Only hours later they finally were done with the clean up and driving back home. The recovered victims, healthy once again, were guided to the infirmary to spend the night under supervision. Clovis was put into power-repressing cuffs and handed to the actual official from the plumbers that had shown up once they had contacted them. 

Anakin had been quiet, staring out of the window as they left Ahsoka home, watching as she knocked on the door and was received by her uncle. 

“Can I drive you home?” Obi-Wan asked, hoping Anakin would look at him. 

And he did. There was no smile on his face, but he didn’t look angry or sad, just tired. “Yes, please.” 

A couple of blocks on their way, Anakin quietly feigned a cough, and Obi-Wan turned his head slightly, indicating that he was listening to him. “I’m sorry about what I said the other night.” Anakin whispered. 

He fell quiet after that, and Obi-Wan thought that would be the end of it. He had even opened his mouth to answer Anakin. But then Anakin spoke again. “By the way, nothing happened. I know I went out with him but I wasn’t really serious about it.” 

Obi-Wan closed his mouth, not sure what to say. Anakin took it as an opportunity to go on. “I would have left earlier if he hadn’t asked for help, but I guess in the end it was good he did.” 

“Anakin, you should not explain yourself to me.” 

Anakin chuckled, but it was a hollow laugh. “Yes, I do. Because I told you I wasn’t committed to anyone. But that was a lie.” 

He didn’t add anything else, but he put his hand over Obi-Wan’s on the gear shift and sent him a shy smile. 

They didn’t say anything else the rest of the way, even as they reached Anakin’s house and he got out of the car. 

Obi-Wan watched him walk towards the door. Anakin opened it and turned the lights on. Just before closing the door, he sent Obi-Wan a look and gave him a small wave. Obi-Wan smiled at him before pulling away from the sidewalk and going home.   

[tomicaleto]

SO glad you reblogged that list of duolingo prompts, and only if you want:

maybe 33. “My compliments to your mother!” but, like---hopeless cook obi-wan to anakin?

I'm so happy you sent a prompt! I'm sorry it took me a bit to write but I'm coming to terms that I'm a super slow creator due to several different reasons and such

Anyways, here is the prompt list if anyone wants to send me another prompt

This is a little longer than I expected but we get Argentinean Anakin, golden eyed Anakin and a terrible cook Obi-Wan, with some of his mishaps being inspired by real life events (I was a sleepy child when it happened, okay, you can't judge me) Hope you enjoy!

33. “My compliments to your mother!”

“So, what are we going to eat tonight?” Obi-Wan asked, leaning on the kitchen island and shamelessly staring at Anakin’s ass as he leaned down and took a pan out of the oven. “It smells good!”

Anakin huffed from the heat and closed the oven’s door. “We’re eating empanadas, my mother’s recipe.” He explained, putting the pan on the counter and effortlessly moving the empanadas to a plate, making a neat pile. “If only to avoid you burning the whole floor down with one of your cooking adventures.” Anakin added, turning his head just enough so he could blink at Obi-Wan, making clear the comment was not mean-natured. 

Obi-Wan huffed and rolled his eyes. “Not all of us inherited our mother’s skills in the kitchen.” He complained. “We simply have to make do with what we were given.” 

Anakin finally turned around and put the pile of empanadas in between them, sitting down on the stool on his side of the island and grabbed one empanada, taking a bite as he stared at Obi-Wan with both eyebrows mockingly raised, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. He swallowed quickly and quipped back “multiplying by zero is still zero, Obi-Wan!” 

He huffed and grabbed his own empanada. “I really tried this time.” He pouted, making Anakin laugh, his golden eyes closing as he chuckled. 

“What is that thing that your grandfather says? Do or do not, there is no try.” Anakin emulated the way old Yoda spoke. “I think you should take his advice and, you know, do not.”  

—

Anakin’s teasing wasn’t enough to stop Obi-Wan, though. And so, the next week he had Anakin sitting in front of him at his own house, his friend staring dubiously at the perfectly cooked gruel Obi-Wan had put in front of him. 

“What is it?” He asked, when Anakin didn’t even hint that he was going to pick the spoon and start eating. 

“Where is the sauce?” Anakin asked, briefly meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes with his own and then glaring back at the plate set in front of him. “Or the cheese?” 

“You know I can’t make sauce without ruining my pan forever.” Obi-Wan shot back. “And I know it’s traditional to make gruel with sauce at your house but I promise I followed the recipe and it tastes good so please give it a try and maybe don’t compare it to how your mother does it?” 

Finally, Anakin grabbed the spoon and picked some gruel on it. His face was neutral at first but then he grimaced and Obi-Wan’s shoulders slumped. “Is it bad?” 

“Eh…” Anakin began, shrugging. “It’s not bad per se,” he continued. “It just tastes like nothing.” 

Obi-Wan huffed, frustrated, and grabbed his own spoon. “Well, you’ll have to tolerate my flavourless gruel because there is nothing else to eat tonight in this house.” 

He pretended he didn’t see Anakin roll his eyes and kept eating. 

—

It was raining hard when Anakin knocked on the door, curls plastered to his forehead and golden eyes shining with unshed tears. He had an empty plate on his trembling hands and his lower lip was trembling. 

“Jesus, Anakin!” Obi-Wan said, shuffling Anakin inside and letting him dripping on his doormat as he frantically looked for some towels. “What happened?” 

He took the plate from Anakin’s hands and handed him the towel, turning around to give the man some privacy. “Take off your clothes, I’ll make you some tea to warm up.” 

As he heard Anakin shift around, he stared at the plate puzzledly. It wasn’t one of Anakin’s, as far as he was aware and it most certainly wasn’t one of his. It was absolutely tasteless in design. “Feel free to choose any clothes from my closet!” He exclaimed when he heard Anakin stop moving. 

Some minutes later, Anakin was entering the kitchen. He seemed calmer, but still down. “Can you add some milk to it?” Anakin asked, his voice soft. 

“Of course! Go to the living room, I’ll be there soon.” Obi-Wan ordered while opening the fridge without looking. He stared as Anakin dragged his feet towards the couch and poured the milk into the cup. “Do you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Anakin flattened even more against the couch. “Dooku just broke up with me.” 

Obi-Wan pressed his lips together and remained neutral. He had never liked Dooku, he often seemed pretentious and tended to undermine Anakin’s brilliance in front of other people. 

All that without counting his personal jealousy towards the man for being the one dating Anakin and not appreciating him as he should. 

But now was not the time to celebrate Anakin being free from a frankly terribly toxic relationship but to offer support and comfort. So he put the cup on the low table in front of Anakin and hugged him towards his chest. 

Anakin followed without complaints, continuing on his rant. “He said some shit I can’t remember now and I threw a plate to his face.” Obi-Wan snorted then. “I can’t believe I wasted years on this guy.” He sobbed, and Obi-Wan allowed himself to rub his back. 

They stayed like that for some minutes before Anakin dried his tears with his hands and straightened from where he was slumped against Obi-Wan. “I know it’s my turn to cook but could we order in tonight?” 

“Of course, Anakin,” Obi-Wan answered. “I’ll take care of it.” 

With a little sniff and a nod, Anakin finally leaned forwards and grabbed the cup of tea Obi-Wan had made for him. He closed his eyes and sighed at the warmth coming from the cup before taking a long sip. 

He immediately blanched and spit the whole thing back into the cup, coughing and gagging. He left a curse in Spanish and put the cup back on the table, turning towards Obi-Wan. “What the hell is this?!” He accused. 

“What? It’s just tea, I did it like you always like it.” Obi-Wan exclaimed back, grabbing the cup himself and trying it himself. With great difficulty, he swallowed it as Anakin declared “It tastes like vomit!”

“I don’t understand what happened, I did it exactly as I always do.” Obi-Wan insisted, prompting Anakin to walk towards the kitchen and aggressively open the fridge. 

“Holy shit, Obi-Wan,” He said, as Obi-Wan arrived at the kitchen. “Did you put yogurt in my coffee?”

Obi-Wan paled. “Fuck.” He covered his eyes as Anakin began laughing. “Don’t laugh, I was so worried about you that I must have mixed them up when taking one out of the fridge!”

Anakin continued laughing as he put the yogurt back inside and then hugged Obi-Wan close, letting him hide his face on his chest as Anakin pet his hair. “Thank you, Obi-Wan, at least I’ll remember this day not as the day I got dumped but the day you almost poisoned me with your tea.” 

—

“You can help me only if you promise to keep to the cutting table part of it.” Anakin pointedly said as Obi-Wan neared the kitchen. He was once again preparing some dish he had learned from his mom for them both to enjoy. 

Since his breakup, Anakin had seemed a bit lighter, like a huge weight had come off his shoulders. He had been spending more time with Obi-Wan, and they had become closer in ways that made Obi-Wan yearn for more, their quick banter turned into what could only be flirting. 

And yet, Anakin seemed to be unaware of what he was doing. Obi-Wan had come to the conclusion that he would need to say something obvious before Anakin realised what was going on.  

Obi-Wan slid into place, the kitchen knife in his hand and a pile of carrots, potatoes and yams next to the cutting table. He started slowly, easing into it as Anakin moved around the kitchen, checking out different pots, glasses filled with varied seasonings and so on. 

“I’m not that bad, you know, I can stir the pot without burning the place down.” He teased Anakin. He got a snort back as Anakin threw him a side smirk. 

“And risk ruining my precious figure with whatever poison you manage to slip in the pot while I’m not looking? This body that my mother gave me?” Anakin shot back, striking a silly pose, leaning against the kitchen wall. 

There it was, an opportunity. Obi-Wan looked Anakin up and down, letting his eyes take his time in each part put on display. The silence turned heavy and charged, Anakin’s cheeks flushing as Obi-Wan finally met his eyes. “My compliments to your mother!” Obi-Wan finally smirked, watching how Anakin’s face turned completely red at his words and he lost his balance. 

He held eye contact as Anakin processed what had just happened. With lips pressed tightly together and golden eyes showing a mix of suspicion and what Obi-Wan thought could be hope, Anakin got closer to him. Obi-Wan wisely put the knife on the cutting table before pushing his hand softly into Anakin’s curls. 

Anakin kept searching for something in Obi-Wan’s eyes, so he kept himself relaxed and open. And then, Anakin looked down, smiling shyly, the way Obi-Wan loved. With gentle hands, he grabbed Obi-Wan’s limp hand hanging at his side and rubbed Obi-Wan’s knuckles. Finally, he looked up again. 

“Maybe I should compliment your mother, Obi-Wan.” 

It prompted a hearty laugh from Obi-Wan before he tugged Anakin closer by his curls and pressed their lips together. He opened Anakin’s lips with his own and licked into his mouth, enjoying how Anakin tried to get closer as they kissed. 

When they separated to catch their breaths, Obi-Wan dragged his beard on Anakin’s cheek, earning himself a gasp before he reached Anakin’s earlobe, dropping a wet kiss on it. 

“Why don’t you put the stew in the fridge and we order some food tonight instead?” 

Anakin’s nod was eager, and it made Obi-Wan chuckle as he leaned in again for another kiss.