Heyo, human beings from outer space!
Guys, I'm getting so excited about my NaNoWriMo novel! Oh my gosh, it's going to be AMAZING. AAAAAnd I've created the most complex character I've ever created. I'm so excited!!!
Anyways, enough ranting about NaNoWriMo, how about some Star Wars stuff? This story was requested by @biosockgirl123 and is much anticipated. Sorry for the long time between updates!
Read on if you dare.
"Hey, Snips, you hungry?" Anakin called, drawing Ahsoka from her cabin of their shared quarters.
"Sure," Ahsoka said. She spotted him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. "We can go down to the mess hall now if you'd li– wait, why are you looking at me like that?"
"You know, Snips, the mess hall food gets kinda stale and boring tasting after a while..."
"Nununununo, don't tell me you're going to try to cook!" Ahsoka groaned.
"Why not?" Anakin shrugged. "It can't hurt to try."
"Anakin," Ahsoka hissed. "You can't cook. You end with a pot of charred poison whenever you try to. I'm not going to eat anything you make."
"Well fine then," Anakin pouted. "Insult my cooking and eat whatever gray sewer mush they have in the mess hall. I'll just stay here and tell you that you can't eat the gourmet dinner I make for myself when you find out how good of a cook I can be when I wanna."
Ahsoka huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, good luck with that. I'm just going to go enjoy my remaining sanity."
Anakin pouted behind her again but she just rolled her eyes as she left.
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Anakin stirred smugly at the sweet-smelling gravy he stirred in the pot, along with potatoes and some sort of meat and vegetables. He'd finally proved Ahsoka wrong and made something good for dinner.
The recipe said to let it simmer covered for a while.
"What do I cover it with?" Anakin muttered to himself. He looked around the little kitchen area and spotted a towel. That would do. Anakin tossed the towel over the large pot and turned to exit the kitchen when an idea popped up in his mind. Wouldn't bacon just make this meal taste even better? Bacon was amazing and, plus, he could rub it into Ahsoka's face. She enjoyed bacon as well.
Anakin tossed some frozen bacon into a pan and dumped oil over it. That's what Ahsoka did when she fried up bacon for the two of them, right?
Oh well, if he got it wrong, it really didn't matter. It should all taste the same, amazing bacon anyway. The bacon Ahsoka couldn't eat them because she'd insulted his cooking skills. Anakin smirked.
Flipping the stove burner on all the way, Anakin pivoted and practically skipped out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. He'd take a quick shower and when he finished, his food would be ready and he could dish up and serve himself. Then he could rub it into Ahsoka's face. He'd been waiting for a long time for this moment.
When Anakin had finished in his shower and was working on shaving his face, he felt a throb of fear from Ahsoka's end of their Force-bond. He smirked to himself, thinking she saw his beautiful meal and was distraught that he won. Anakin couldn't help the smugness welling up inside of him.
However, as he continued shaving, the distant fear turned into despair. That was a bit extreme, no? Well, Ahsoka was always the drama queen... right?
Anakin quickly finished shaving. That's when a smell started creeping through the door to fill his nose. A smell oddly similar to... smoke?
A sudden, nerve-scraping terror drabbled with pain cut through him sharply. Anakin burst out of the bathroom only to be greeted by flames of orange, dancing fire.
"Ahsoka?!" Anakin shrieked. "What the kriff is going on out here?!"
"I was about to ask you the same thing!" Ahsoka yelled from the kitchen, her voice accompanied by choruses of hacking. Anakin raced in after her voice to see her pounding at the flames that raged on the counters with towels. "What did you do?!"
"I cooked dinner!" Anakin said.
"You set the kriffing kitchen on fire!"
"On accadent–"
"It doesn't matter!!" Ahsoka yelled. "Help me put this fire out!"
Anakin reached for the sink and filled up a large cup with water. He tossed the water over one of the counters, but instead of distinguishing the fire, the flames flared up twice as high.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!" Ahsoka screamed.
"Putting out the fire!!" Anakin replied.
"It's an oil fire, Anakin! Water doesn't put it out!!"
"How was I supposed to know?!"
"How stupid are you?!"
"Well, what do you want me to do?!"
"Get the fire extinguisher!!" Ahsoka coughed out, her lungs rasping from the smoke.
"Why didn't you?!"
"I'm too short and the fire is kinda too on fire for me to climb on it!!"
"Seriously, you couldn't just use the Force to–?!"
"JUST GET THE KRIFFING FIRE EXTINGUISHER!!" Ahsoka broke out into a coughing fit, her towel flying sloppily at the fire as Anakin snatched the fire extinguisher to put out the flames. Ahsoka kept coughing harder and harder against the smoke.
Anakin fumbled with the extinguisher to get it to flip on. By the time the puffy, white substance exploded from the extinguisher, Ahsoka had collapsed on the floor, coughs tearing from her chest. Anakin sprayed it everywhere but it ran out before all the flames stopped ringing.
"Ahsoka! Get up! What do I do?!" Anakin pleaded.
Ahsoka didn't get up. She kept on coughing and wheezing through the smoke, and Anakin could feel himself starting to get lightheaded.
Anakin snatched his commlink from his belt. "Rex? Rex, come in!"
Rex's voice crackled through the device. "General Skywalker, this is Captain Rex."
"Rex I need you down at my quarters in the Temple ASAP! Bring Kix!"
"General?"
"You'll see, just hurry!" Anakin cried into the comm. He switched the frequency and shouted into it again. "Obi-Wan!"
"What is it, Anakin?" an annoyed-sounding Obi-Wan asked.
"Our kitchen is on fire and I don't know how to put it out! HELP!"
"What the blazes are you talking about?!" Obi-Wan demanded.
"And Ahsoka's down. Get over here, please!" Anakin screamed.
Obi-Wan didn't reply, but Anakin knew he'd be coming. In the meantime, Anakin picked up Ahsoka's towel and started hitting the flames. But then the towel caught on fire and he flung it across the room only for it to land on Ahsoka.
Ahsoka screeched through her coughing fit and kicked it off of her. Anakin tried to use the Force to shove it away, but it landed on the couch and the couch burst into flames. Anakin let out the most little-girlish scream anyone had ever heard from a grown man just as Rex, Kix, and Obi-Wan burst inside.
The first thing every one of them said was "WHAT THE KRIFF?!"
"HEEEEELP!" Anakin pleaded. "I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PUT IT OUT!"
The three other men got to work and in a few short minutes, the fire had been put out and Kix was at Ahsoka's side. Obi-Wan marched up to Anakin and began one of his lectures that basically said in smart-person-language, "Anakin, you're stupid and you should know better than doing what you did. Never do that again."
Ahsoka had several third-degree burns.
Anakin was banned from the kitchen.
And all he got for dinner was disappointment.
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Word Count: 1,269
Published: October 16, 2022
Yay! We finally get the backstory about this moment.
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