Snips and Skyguy One Shots

Secrets

me: *goes to add a new chapter*

wattpad: your book has too many chapters, you can't add anymore 🥰

me: *frantically moving my drafts somewhere else and deleting them on here*

gUYS THE 200 CHAPTER THING IS LEGIT. I NOW HAVE EIGHT LEFT SO IG ILL BE MAKING A SECOND BOOK 🤷‍♀️

anyways this is a request from Katerina_Andrea, and it isnt *exactly* what you requested, but it's along the lines of it (the request would have to be multi-parted bc i have no self control, and im trying not to do any of those rn bc im running out of space so i hope you understand!!)

"Have you seen my gray socks?" Anakin asked quietly, taking his seat at the table across from Padme.

On a normal morning, she would have laughed, told him that almost every pair of socks that he owned was gray or black, but these days were nothing but normal.

These days were forgetting to eat every meal, unbrushed hair, no sleep, and blank expressions. Tear stains on the pillow and spilled caf on the carpet.

"Which ones?" she replied seriously, knowing that there must be something deeper that he was referencing. A pained noise left his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut, fists clenched.

"The thick ones," he forced out, swallowing hard. "The ones Ahsoka used to take whenever she got cold."

And there it was.

"I haven't seen them, no," she said softly, staring directly at the plate in front of her in order to avoid his eyes. She didn't know how much longer she could go on like this - lying to him, because there was no other word for it at this point. 

He had cried over his lost padawan almost every single day since she had gone, wondering if she was okay - if she was even alive.

Padme knew.

She also knew that she couldn't tell him anything.

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"I'm not ready to see him yet, Padme, I'm sorry," Ahsoka cried into the Senator's shoulder, shaking in her warm embrace.

"I know, I know," Padme shushed, a hand running up and down her back. "It's going to be oka-"

"Padme!"

The pair stilled.

"No," Ahsoka whispered, pulling back to look over her shoulder at the locked door of the bedroom she had been given.

"I don't know what he's doing home so early," she responded, padding across the floor to press her ear against the metal.

"Are you home?" Anakin's voice continued.

Both girls froze as his footsteps neared the door, growing louder and louder by the second.

"He can sense me," Ahsoka said softly, shaking her head. "There's no use in hiding it now. He knows that I'm here."

She could have slapped herself for forgetting something as simple as keeping her shields up while she was here. She usually did so when Anakin wasn't even there.

"I'm kriffed," she said with a shrug.

"Should I-"

Ahsoka cut the question off with a nod.

"Yeah... yeah, go ahead."

The door hissed as it slid open, and Padme stepped out, greeting her husband with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Are you alright?" she asked, nodding toward the back he had clenched in his hand. "What's in th-"

"Ahsoka's dress," he said softly. "I didn't know if I had it in my laundry o-or if she had left it here one time when she stayed over, but it's like... it's like a piece of her is still with me now, you know?"

Padme inhaled sharply.

"Anakin-"

"We should leave this untouched until she comes back, shouldn't we?" he continued, still convinced that the wave of pure light that he always associated with Ahsoka was from her clothes.

"Anakin-"

"-because I know she's going to come back someday. She would have to-"

"I'm already here."

Anakin froze.

The bag fell to the floor.

Padme looked down, waiting for him to yell, to be angry because she had lied. She deserved it - they both did. 

"Ahsoka," he whispered, instead stepping forward slowly to get a better look at her. "Ahsoka."

"Hi, Master," she said back quietly.

"You're home."

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