obianidala OneShots

Domestic (1424W)

where Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padme cohabit above a bookshop the biggest argument they've had in months is brewing. Someone has drunk the last of the milk, and they haven't replaced it.

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Cohabiting with her two lovers in a flat above a bookshop. If you’d asked Padme Amidala when she was younger what she wanted to do with her life, that sentence would never have even crossed her mind. By the time she'd left her teenage years she'd have been rather surprised, but far from displeased.

The flat was a little small, and Padme’s outfit collection a little big. Obi-Wan had the same problem with books and Anakin could never leave his mechanics in the shop. But it wasn’t space that they ever argued about. It wasn’t where people slept. It wasn’t even on the rent, which you would expect with three individually financed people cohabiting. The most common argument, the one that led to more fights than anything else was:

“Who drank the last of the milk?” Anakin Skywalker yelled, standing with the fridge open. His left arm was freezing. His right arm might have been as well, but while the motor control was great, sensory feedback was non-existent.

“Not me!” Obi-Wan called through from the tiny nook he called a study. “I don’t know why you buy the blue stuff anyway, why can’t we be normal and get the green?”

“I got the milk last time and I prefer the blue.” Anakin called back through, slamming the fridge door shut. “You want the green milk, you go and get it.”

“I didn’t drink the last of the milk. And the green milk is what everybody drinks, there’s a reason it’s by far the most popular choice in the supermarket.” Obi-Wan insisted, giving up on reading. He closed the Ethics textbook with a sigh and went through to the kitchen. “I have to teach that next week you realise.”

“And I have to be at the shop in ten minutes.” Anakin said. “Besides, blue milk is how milk is supposed to be. The amount of processing they do for the green capped stuff is ridiculous.”

“Well,” Padme said, walking in while sticking the final few pins in her hair. “I didn’t drink the last of it, and I had to be in the office ten minutes ago, so be nice.” She kissed each of them goodbye. Then stopped and turned. “Can you two both agree that the red stuff is disgusting?”

Anakin and Obi-Wan looked at each other. Anakin glared suspiciously.

“I don’t know…” Obi-Wan began before catching the look on Anakin’s face. “Yes.”

They had this discussion an average of once a month.

Anakin glanced at his watch and swore. “Change the ten minutes to right now.” He glared at the closed fridge. “I’m not getting more milk, I got it last time and I didn’t finish it.”

“Neither did I.” Obi-Wan insisted, before walking out of the kitchen into the hall, looking for his shoes, and his jacket. “Anakin, is it possible Ahsoka drank it?” He called through.

“Ahsoka hasn’t been by in a month.” Anakin frowned, not that either of his lovers could see it. He wondered out to the hall and repeated the gesture, then looked for his trainers. “Neither has anyone else at the Shop. Didn’t a TA come over last night?”

“No?” Obi-Wan said genuinely stumped for a moment, tossing Anakin his leather jacket while searching for his coat.

“Guy in the really nice coat, was leaving as I came in, saying something about a daughter and adoption?” Anakin prompted shrugging the jacket on.

“The nice coat didn’t seem odd on a TA?” Padme pointed out, “Can you pass me my coat Ben, the blue one today.”

Obi-Wan passed her the coat.