Title: Waving, Not Drowning
Paring: Swimming Teacher!Obi-Wan Kenobi X Reader
Warnings: Just unadulterated fluff. Also a female reader (I'm so sorry! I'll try and make it more neutral for the next one shot!)
Spoilers: none, this is an AU.
Author's Note: I waited to post this, and because I'm crap at time zones I might have missed out, but happy May 4th! May the 4th be with you!
Edit: I've only just realised I didn't have an image! That's fixed now!
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Being a godparent could be hard at times. It meant always being there for the kids at any time - and for the Skywalker family, you were needed quite a bit. Be it Luke tracking sand into his bedroom (also known as the time you deep cleaned so deep Anakin never found out), or Leia, in the many occasions where she needed picking up from school after getting into a fight (Ani and Padmé were both at work). And now. You're heralding the twins into the swim centre, making sure they've got their goggles and towels for their lesson.
"Remember, no running," you remind the kids.
If it weren't for their impressive gene pool, you wouldn't hesitate to say the two kids who were practically your own were trouble themselves.
"The three thirty swimming lesson?" The clerk behind the desk asks politely. You nod, reading her little tag. Ahsoka. "Cute kids." She smiles. "Will your partner be joining to watch soon?"
You laugh. "Ha, partner. No, these aren't mine, and their dad is crazy busy." You have a glance to the twins, and shake your head. You're too swept away by your own work to have a partner, but kids? Preposterous. The twins were enough to godparent as is. "Just me today."
Ahsoka beams, and peels off two dolphin stickers for Luke and Leia. "You're a little early, but I'm sure Mr Kenobi wouldn't mind. He's just finishing up with the squads."
"Thanks Miss Ahsoka!" They chime, and make way to the pool.
By the time you make it to the little pool they twins are learning in, you let out a held in breath you didn't think you had been holding. Five young kids, no more than eight years old, are towelling off, beaming bright smiles. You weren't even sure why you'd been so unsure about the swimming lessons - maybe because it was your first time. It was usually Anakan's job. But of course, he has work.
"Good job, everyone, I'll see you all next week. I think it's high time to start you all on freestyle," a jovial, bearded man grins. He must be Mr Kenobi, but you're not sure. There isn't anyone else around. "Remember, don't run!"
Your confusion as to who he is altered Leia. "That's Obi. He's really nice." She beams.
"He taught me how to float!" Luke nudges your knees.
"Ah, Mrs Skywalker?" Mr Kenobi sees you, making way to greet you. "I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi, the swimming teacher."
A blush breaks out over your face. Well, it wasn't hard, seeing as it was an enclosed heated pool, but still, you felt a heat rise to your cheeks. "Nice - nice to meet you Mr Kenobi, but I'm ________, ________ _________. Godmother of these two, and not the wife of Anakin." You correct quickly.
He nods, thoughtfully. "I thought so. I practically raised Anakin, I would remember if it was your face I gave away at the wedding or not."
You start. "I was their, uh, the maid of honour, actually."
Crouching, Mr Kenobi reaches the height of the twins. "So, you two are a little early. How about you two want to help me clean up the stuff the older kids left out?" He sees their dolphin stickers, and whispers, "You two have these badges? I bet you got them from cleaning!"
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