#Obi-Wan likes drinking tea

[lacontroller1991]

Boxes of Dye and Boxes of Tea (Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader)

Main Master List || Star Wars Master List

Warnings: Obi-Wan being jealous, Obi-Wan being insecure (but not for long), one sexual comment (18+ please), slight age gap (reader is of legal age)

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's Note: I switch between POVs a lot in this, each POV switch is noted by a series of dashes. Anywho, enjoy!

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One of the defining rules of the Jedi Code is to be humble. Humble about your life, your wardrobe, your attitude and your appearance. It is also one of the defining rules of the Jedi Code to not form romantic attachments to anyone, let alone someone in the order and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi? He broke both. It’s not like he could control who he loves, after all, underneath the worn armor, robes, and tunics, he is human. And with being human comes human emotions like lust, love, jealousy, insecurities. 

Despite being trained in the ways of suppressing his emotions so as to not let them cloud his judgment, nothing could have trained him for the day that he sees you; his secret, younger, lover with a male about half his age. Normally, it doesn’t bother Obi-Wan who you talk to because he’s not normally a jealous guy, but after one snide comment from Anakin about the gray in his hair, it has Obi-Wan questioning everything, and seeing you talking with someone half his age? Well, Obi-Wan can’t help but to feel jealous and insecure.

Turning on his heel rapidly, Obi-Wan narrowly dodges your line of sight and rushes down the numerous halls towards his chambers as doubt clouds his mind. Would you leave him for that guy? Is he too old for you? Do you need someone more youthful to keep up with you? The questions storm in his mind as he looks over his appearance. He’s still in great shape, but he does note that he looks more exhausted than normal and his hair is starting to show his years of… wisdom. Sighing in annoyance, Obi-Wan frowns at his appearance. Just how can you find him attractive? Picking up a book, he tries to focus on the words but to no avail.

With a pep in your step, you all but skip towards Obi-Wan’s quarters, a present in your hand. After meeting up with your friend who grows tea leaves, you finally collected a large enough tea collection that will hopefully last Obi-Wan’s next upcoming mission.

Knocking on the door, you quickly hide the present under your robe and put a smile on your face as the door slides open, revealing a somber Obi-Wan with wet hair, causing your smile to turn into a frown of concern. “Obi? What’s wrong?”

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Hearing the knock of his door, Obi-Wan cringes slightly knowing that it’s you on the other side. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see you, it’s more of the fact that he doesn’t want to be seen by you, but still, he heads toward the door and opens it, revealing you standing there with a smile on your face that quickly turns into a frown. “Obi? What’s wrong?” Sighing, he backs away from the door as you hesitantly walk into his room, closing the door behind you, not really sure how to handle the man in front of you. “Did the Council say something? Are you going on a mission sooner than we thought?”

“No, little one. It’s nothing. I’ve just been a bit lost in my head today, that’s all.” Seeming to not buy his excuse, he watches as you sit yourself down on his bed, arms still clasped together in your robe. 

“You can’t fool me, Obi. What’s really going on?” Normally, your forthrightness is admirable, but now, he’s seriously disliking it.

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“I’ve just been feeling a little…. insecure, I guess.” You quirk up an eyebrow as you look around his room, trying to find something, anything that will give you a clue and then you spot it just lightly poking out of the trashcan in his refresher. It’s hardly noticeable, but you’re a female, you know what a box of hair dye looks like. Looking back over your lover, you notice that only two spots are freshly dyed, given with how unblended they are. The spots right above his ears. The spots where gray streaks begin. It suddenly clicks in your mind. 

Without revealing the present, you remove your cloak from your body and move to stand in front of him. “Why are you dying your hair?”

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Obi-Wan lets out a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood, but you remain still, trying to comprehend. Letting out a sigh, Obi-Wan’s hands reach up for your hips and drag you into him while your hands move to his scalp, lightly running careful fingertips through his damp locks as he loses himself in the feeling. “Anakin pointed out that my hair is getting more gray and that I’m looking older and I guess I just wanted to remain youthful for you.” He’s embarrassed to admit it in fear that you’ll laugh at him, but instead, he feels a feather soft kiss against the crown of his damp head.

“Oh Obi-Wan, my handsome, handsome man, please don’t change your looks for me. I don’t care what you look like. I love you for you. I love your humor, your wisdom, your sarcasm, your penchant for tea, the way you call me ‘darling’ or ‘my love’,  and the way you hold me in your arms at night. I love you as a lover and I admire you as a Jedi. Besides, obviously you’re going to age slightly. You’re fighting in a war and not to mention, I’m sure training Anakin definitely wasn’t stress free, so I really wouldn’t worry about a couple of pieces of hair.” Obi-Wan smiles softly at your words as you continue to roam your hands throughout his hair, lighting scratching his scalp.

“You’re right darling. I guess it came over me because I saw you with that one guy in the hall, who happens to be your age.”

“Who, Sid? He was only giving me something that I asked for,” Obi-Wan watches as you move your robe to the side and reveal a wrapped box. Turning around, you hand the box to Obi-Wan as you take a seat next to him. “Go ahead and open it.”

“Darling, you shouldn’t have.” Obi-Wan has told you numerous times to not get him any sort of gifts, but you, ever being thoughtful, never listens. Tearing the paper off, he looks down at the box before removing the lid and spotting a variety of tea bags, and a lot of them. “Tea?”

“Yeah, I spent some time collecting a variety and Sid had the last ones I was looking for. I figured that I could make you something before your next mission and hopefully it’ll last.”

“This is so kind of you.” He sets the box to the side and brings you in for a hug, feeling foolish about overreacting to something that he didn’t know.

“Anything for you, my love. And you wanna know something?” He pulls away and makes eye contact with you, a mischievous grin gracing your lips.

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re going to say something inappropriate?”

“Because you know me so well,” you lean forward, your hands sliding up his thighs ever so slightly. “I really, really love your hair the way it is. I especially love tugging onto it while we make sweet sweet love.” And if Obi-Wan wasn’t flustered before, he definitely is now.

=fin=

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[starwarjotta]

Day 5 - caf since my scribbles can be totally illegible, here’s a transcript Obi-Wan: Here you go, Cody Cody: Oh, thanks, sir Cody: this... it’s caf? Obi-Wan: Ah, yes! I’ve noticed my teas are not really to your tastes, so I stocked up some caf for you instead! I hope it’s okay Cody: ... oh Cody: ...thank you.

#codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #star wars #tcw #starwarstober23 #little comic #I absolutely love the trope of them doing flimsiwork together and drinkin tea and caf #and Cody doesn't really like the teas Obi-Wan gives him but drinks them anyway because no one has EVER offered him something like that #and he'd rather jump out of an airlock than hurt Obi-Wan's feelings #so he sucks it up and drinks it and maybe even almost likes one blend or two #but ofc Obi-Wan notices at some point that Cody obviously isn't a big fan of teas so he'll get him caf instead #and if Cody already marveled at someone offering him something like tea this is a whole another level #a cup of caf is practically a love letter to Cody #I love them so much #codywan every day all the time #THEM #idiots in love #I also always struggle with coloring comics like do I color them or not????? so they end up colored kinda in this half-assed way usually #also if it hasn't become clear yet I can't draw backgrounds and struggle with that too so everything always takes place in some weird LIMBO

[kov-nyn]

Obi-Wan watching with morbid fascination as Cody puts a mug of water in the space microwave.

Obi-Wan: ...What are you doing?

Cody: I'm making tea?

Obi-Wan: Oh, dear... Do you know what temperature the water is?

Cody: Um...hot?

Obi-Wan: Oh, darling, no...

#star wars clone wars #codywan #obi-wan kenobi #commander cody #i can only imagine that obi is a loose leaf tea snob who would rather drink caf to poorly prepared tea #of course he's not judging cody for not knowing better. how could he? instant caf is the same quality no matter how you prepare it #but obi is at his best when patiently teaching and cody is an always eager student. as are all the clones i expect #starved for cultural experiences and knowledge as they surely are #obi holding a meditative tea ceremony class for his men seems like a lovely idea #where the preparation process is almost the focus and is meant to be a form of meditation in itself #okay I'm just rambling now

[teaforkenobi-old]

Anakin knows it’s unwise to keep quiet, knows that Obi-Wan is the very first one he should tell if he suspects something odd is happening to him. But what is he going to say? “Oh, by the way, Master, I noticed when staring into your eyes and forgetting how to breathe that maybe I might be going blind or something. Weird, right?”

In a universe where unrequited love leads to a disease that drains your Force sensitivity, Anakin develops what he believes to be one-sided feelings for Obi-Wan.

(Or, two idiots suffer in silence, until they don’t.)

#obikin #obi wan x anakin #obi wan and anakin #hanahaki disease #mine #mine: fic #cannot believe i'm out here writing fic and making a new tumblr like it's 2015 #amazing #saudade tbh #just wait until i break out my old photoshop cs6 then we'll REALLY be in it #anyway i love my repressed-emotions-tea-drinking son #and my tinker-scowl-smash-fly son #please enjoy reading about them!

[dcrescendo7]

💤💤💤

#csp crashed 3x trying to save this lmao #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #star wars #recently took a day off and all I did was nap drink tea and make baozi #wish I could exist like that all the time 😔

[bowl-of-fruit-loops]

I think at the beginning of the war Cody and Rex received “how to take care of Anakin/Obi-Wan” guides respectively

#anakin’s is delivered haphazardly and verbally #‘he prefers this tea in the morning and if he’s drinking this tea that means he’s feeling sad and he’s more likely to go to medical if—‘ #obi-wan’s is a very official itemized list #‘if he has trouble sleeping he’ll train and silly holodramas will cheer him up but don’t bring attention to it because he gets embarrassed—‘ #they spent a decade living in each other’s pockets and have separation anxiety #star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi

[hobbitinthetardis]

notes: yoda transcends the chart and cal and kanan are in the group of "i drink tea because my master says i'm too young for caf"

#a pre order 66 alignment chart 4 u #it sprang into existence bc i was asking my friend about whether ahsoka was more likely to have a tea party with plo koon or kit fisto #and then we were debating whether or not obi-wan drinks tea #the clone wars #tcw #star wars #kats.txt #jedi fallen order #swr #bruh i don't wanna tag them all so i'm not going to :') #rael averross #qui gon jinn #jocasta nu #the fact that disaster lineage is /almost/ at all four corners #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano

[coruscantrhapsody]

Did Padme leave some credits for Anakin on his bedside table this morning so he could get himself a PSL on release day because that’s love, baby? WHO CAN SAY.

#I have a new headcanon that Anakin loves PSL #Obi-Wan continues to only drink tea or black coffee if he must and doesn’t get it but is happy for him #Padme likes her usual caramel macchiato but knows PSL release day is a big day for Anakin #Ahsoka totally goes and gets one with Ani because she gets hype about the same things #Quinlan tells Padme he’s happy for Skywalker when he and Padme meet for their regular caf bestie date later that day #Anyway let’s all be happy for him okay #anakin skywalker #deep Anakin lore #coruscantrhapsody toy tag

[frostbitebakery]

Loud.

Part one two three four

“Yes.”

Cody crosses his arms, one of the cameras in his visor rotating as if in a huff. He’s standing casually but securely. Casual enough that he’s probably ready to sprint, dodge, roll, jump, dive at a microscopic moment’s notice.

“I apologize,” Obi-Wan signs, perhaps widening his eyes into an innocent expression very slightly. “I did not mean to offend.”

“You didn’t offend me,” Cody says, his lovely voice distorted with the vocoder. “You asked if all the antennas were truly necessary. I replied.”

Replied with a long, static silence followed by a single word.

Obi-Wan struggles not to smile. He inclines his head. “Very well.”

.

“Each of them serves a purpose.”

Obi-Wan nods sagely.

.

“Having one signal receptor isolated from the main system makes it possible my suit can scan for hostile or foreign frequencies without the threat of corruption a pointed hack through this antenna could provide.”

Possibly the longest sentence Cody has ever spoken in Obi-Wan’s presence.

Obi-Wan slowly swallows the nutrition gruel the mess has provided for him. The artificial trachea and esophagus need replacing soon, he can feel it.

“Also,” Cody continues, drinking his soup and eating the accompanying sandwich.

Obi-Wan attentively listens to explanations going in depth how Cody theorized a web of communication arrays and double-back-up frequencies, and the best slicers and techs across the clones made it a reality. “Better than I could have ever imagined,” he adds, pride making his eyes shine and soft. “The parameters they took into consideration…”

Cody’s voice washes over Obi-Wan like a gentle tide, carrying him to the shore, the ebb and flow.

.

“It’s crucial I remain in contact with my troops even in a planet-wide attack or defense operation.”

Obi-Wan nods to that, head pillowed on Cody’s chest.

“Sleep,” he taps but he’s asleep before he can make it to the last tap.

.

“The strongest short-range comm in the whole GAR. Every Commander has one of these now.”

It’s a little robust antenna, hidden in a pauldron compartment.

“It has saved our lives a tremendous amount of times,” Mace nods, letting the steam of the tea wash over his face in visible bliss.

Now that Mace is obviously in on reprimanding Obi-Wan and his innocent if amusement-fueled question, Obi-Wan possibly has to apologize again.

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“It’s less about signals but a bundling of wireless energy to support the tech in a worst case scenario,” Cody explains.

Obi-Wan’s legs dangle in the air, Cody’s hands - secure gentle Force-loving inescapable - holding him up against the wall.

Obi-Wan nods with a weak smile behind the mask and swallows.

The helmet tips down. Up. “You like that.”

It’s Obi-Wan’s turn to be miffed. Cody sounds too disbelieving. “I like being held,” he signs with a shrug and raised brows.

He slings his legs around Cody’s waist and hauls him and, subsequently, the massive clone armor close. Kit and his rigorous pilates only deserve the highest of praise.

“I can hold you for hours,” Cody says over his blush giving his cheeks a rosy hue. It’s too earnest to be a flirt, too drenched in a careful offering.

.

“I can hold you for hours,” Cody gasps, their sweat mingling. “But I know to let you go.”

.

“Let go,” Obi-Wan signs, struggles against the grip, struggles to catch his breath even with the mask. He circles his flat hand over his chest again. Countless times, not that it has made a difference. “Please.”

The fight has weakened him. Sparring with Cody has let him glimpse what lies behind the softened blows, the possibilities of destruction of Cody not holding back. It’s worse than he could have ever imagined.

“Please.”

“Good soldiers follow orders,” the vocoder grates out, the blank wide eye dripping blood staring at him from the destroyed visor claws a shiver down Obi-Wan’s back.

Cody rips off his mask.

#my wips #loud au #commander cody #codywan

[dameronology]

when it rains (obi-wan x reader)

summary: being in love with obi-wan is great - but it might be less difficult if he knew about it. (commission for @ofmusesandsecrets!)

warnings: language

You were generally quite good at keeping your shit together.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had always been a threat to that.

On the surface, you were everything a Senator could need to be; an intelligent and well-spoken individual, with a high level of education and a passion for change. You always stood up for what you believed in; always spoke up on issues you were passionate about and always fighting the good fight. These were all things that Obi-Wan had loved about you, and in what felt like the galaxy's cruellest Catch 22, it was that love that threatened your ability to upkeep appearances. One glance at him across the Senate, or a brief moment of eye contact at one of the Galas - more often than not where he was your bodyguard - and you were worried it would all come tumbling down.

You had met Kenobi a few years after he'd become a Jedi Master. You were early on in your career as a politician, working as an apprentice to a higher-level representative. Always on the go, with stacks of paperwork in your arms and a million thoughts brewing in your mind, you'd crossed paths with Obi-Wan one morning during a meeting in the Temple. He'd given you a smile, made a quip about how he'd never seen you not on the go (which confirmed to you that he had seen you before and had stared long enough to notice those details about you).

Five years later, you hadn't been able to look at anyone else.

He was your best friend now, undoubtedly and wholly. You saw each other every day at the least - maybe in meetings and occasionally in passing - but he would come to your apartment every night without fail. Mostly just to catch up, and sometimes just to vent. Even on the days where Anakin had driven him to the point of grey hair, you were still happy to listen.

It was raining tonight in Coruscant. A lot. Lashing down from the sky, putting most of the city to a halt. Your afternoon meeting had been cancelled as a result, which meant you'd been holed up in your apartment all afternoon, a mug of tea in one hand and a stack of paperwork in the other. Obi-Wan's first ever comment to you had always rung true; you were always on the go, even when you were sat still. There was always something on your mind - something to create, something to do, something to debate. Sometimes, it made Obi-Wan want to grab your shoulders, give you a little shake and tell you to slow the fuck down.

He turned up just after 8PM - drenched, as expected, and with a slightly wet coffee cup in hand. In your line of work, you could afford a slow afternoon. For Obi-Wan, your busiest day of work was comparable to one he'd find relaxing. You had no doubt that he'd not long wrapped up for the night, so you wasted no time in stepping aside and letting him into your apartment.

"Long day?" you asked, eyebrows raised.

Obi-Wan glared at you. "Long day. Wet day."

"Right, sorry," you snorted. Taking the coffee cup out his hands, you tossed it into the garbage and headed towards your kitchen. "C'mon, I'll make you a drink that's not half rainwater."

"Thank you, darling," he gave you a small smile, hot on your tail as he followed you through the apartment. "I heard the Senate meeting was called early this afternoon."

"Yeah," you replied. "At like 2PM. Half the people due to come couldn't make it due to the weather. It took me two hours to get home."

"You should have come and found me at the Temple," Obi-Wan said. "You know my room is always available."

You knew. You'd always known, even on the nights when Obi-Wan was present there too. How many times had you stayed over after a long night? Snuck back there after a Gala? Just to sleep three feet apart, both your minds working at a thousand miles an hour, purely to resist the urge to reach out towards him and curl up into his side. The idea of domesticity with Obi-Wan was almost enough to kill you, just as it was right now. Here he was, leant against your kitchen counter. He was throwing his wet cloak into your tumble drier, hands reaching for a tea towel on the side. He was acting like he lived here, like he paid half the rent and maker, you wished he would. You wished that he would come back here every night and just fucking stay. With you, here, forever. No outside world; no politics; no stupid Jedi laws.

"Where did you go?" he asked.

You blinked in surprise. "What?"

"Your mind - it went somewhere," Obi-Wan continued. "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, uh...just work," you forced a smile. "You know how it is."

"I turn off when I'm done," he replied, hand brushing down your arm. "You never really stop, do you?"

I stop thinking about work, you thought to yourself, but I never stop thinking about you.

"No, I will," you murmured. "Sorry."

"Never be sorry," Obi-Wan said.

You snapped back into action, hands quickly chucking ingredients into a mug in order to produce an acceptable cup of coffee. You knew Obi-Wan's routine with his fancy-ass drip filter and organic beans and locally sourced milk. It was a few levels above the instant coffee you were about to press into his hands, but your actions were still met with a smile.

"How are you going to get back to the Temple later?" you asked. "The storm has half the city at a standstill and I beg you not to say that you're walking."

He smiled. "I realised as soon as I got to your building that I may be trapped for the night."

"Right," you replied, fighting back your own smile. "That's sort of the point I was getting to anyways."

Your eyes met, and you couldn't help but sometimes wonder if he felt it too. If his eyes lingered on yours when you turned away, if you were constantly on his mind every moment that you were apart. Of course, it was different for him; after all, the job he'd dedicated his very life to forbade attachment in any form and this? Well, this was the highest form.

"I have some of my brothers clothes in the hallway closet," you broke the silence. "You're welcome to steal some."

Obi-Wan smiled. "Thank you, darling."

It wasn't really a question between you about where he would be sleeping. You only had one bed and you'd already shared before, so what was the point in overcomplicating it? Well...overcomplicating it even more. Nothing about this was simple, and sharing a bed was not the distance you needed for the situation, but what did you care anymore? You yearned to be around the man all the time, even if it meant doing this weird to-and-fro that you'd had going on for half a decade. Him being in your bed just for tonight was fine. You were both tired. You both needed it.

Obi-Wan picked up his mug, giving your arm another squeeze.

"I'm going to go and shower," he said. "Thank you letting me stay."

You smiled and nodded. "Always."

Putting aside your own half empty coffee, you threw it into the sink - that would be tomorrow's problem, as would all of this - and went through to the bedroom. You could hear the shower running, and your mind again went off to that all too familiar place: home. Not here, but wherever Obi-Wan was. What you wouldn't have given to had this every night; you getting ready for bed, him in the shower, both of you planning to end up in the same bed. It wasn't possible. You knew it wasn't possible, as long as he were still a Jedi and as long as you were still a Senator. Hell, you would have thrown your position aside in seconds if it meant being with him. Maybe that was the difference between the two of you.

Changing into a baggy shirt and sweatpants, you threw aside the covers and climbed into bed. The sheets were cold, as they always were when you first went to bed, but knowing someone else was minutes away from warming them up sent butterflies to your stomach. Maybe not butterflies, so much as they were wasps. Big, anxious wasps, at the idea of being in such close proximity with your best friend. What if this was the night that three foot meant fuck all? Maybe you could actually have his arms around; keep him closer for longer, not just a brief hug or a quick touch. This could be it now.

You heard the water shut off and there was a brief shuffling. A few moments later, Obi-Wan exited the bathroom. He'd opted for sweatpants too, but no shirt. Your instincts said to look away, but you couldn't. Hell, you didn't even care that you looked like a creep, watching him as he crossed the room. Obi-Wan barely even noticed, simply placing his boots by the door and climbing into bed beside you. You could feel the heat off his body beside you, arms just inches from touching.

"Was the shower okay?" you asked, eager to break the silence that had once again formed. "I've been having problems with...with my hot water."

"Why are you nervous?"

You blinked. "I'm not nervous."

"Yes, you are," Obi-Wan replied. "You always ramble when you're nervous, and I've never heard you talk about something as boring as how well your shower is working."

"Right," you murmured. "Sorry."

"That still doesn't answer my question," he pushed. "Why are you nervous? It's me, sweetheart."

"Maybe that's exactly why I'm nervous," you muttered. "I'm not sure. I just...it's weird that you're shirtless in my bed."

"Oh," he seemed surprise. "That's okay. I can sleep on the sofa-"

"- no, no, it's fine," you quickly cut him off. "I just never really know what to do these situations, to be honest. When we've slept together before, I've always tried my best to stay on the other side of the bed but...I'm not so sure I want to do that tonight."

Obi-Wan stared blankly ahead for a moment. Okay, so that had been risky as fuck, and for a moment you felt yourself reeling, waiting for his reaction. To your surprise, there wasn't really one. Even when it was the most forward you'd been - without really being forward at all - he still stayed stoic as always. There was no visible response, just a quick blink and a small shrug.

"We're both cold from the rain," he reasoned. "It makes sense. I see no reason why we have to stay on opposite sides of the bed."

Much to your surprise, he was the one to move first. He shuffled onto his side, a large arm coming around your waist and the other snaking underneath you. He pulled you into him, hand guiding your head into his neck and tucking it below his chin. You were stiff for a second, but quickly relaxed - this felt right. Like it was meant to be.

You could faintly smell the remains of his aftershave, mixed with the smell of your shower gel. His skin was still warm from the shower.

(And maybe it was).

"Are you warmer now?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah," you murmured. "Toasty."

He smiled. "Good - now get some sleep."

You knew the morning would come, and that Obi-Wan would have to leave; you knew even more that this might not happen again. Not unless luck was on your side and would happen to lump you together during a storm, or a black out. Or - and the more terrifying option - that you declared your love for him and this would be how every night was.

It was hard to know; hard to tell and predict, just like everything else in the galaxy. Still, you were grateful that Obi-Wan was your best friend, and even more grateful that you had tonight.

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[obiwanobi]

This is barely anything but I'm thinking about how Anakin is tall so no one would necessarily think to pick him up unless it was for life saving reasons but Obi-wan can definitely pick him up and carry him and the first time Obi-wan does so post-them-getting-together Anakin kind of short circuits for a few minutes

YES, this, absolutely, I need it, yes. Yes.

Especially since Obi-Wan keeps talking like an old man, saying that his knees crack when he gets up, buying a fancy pillow for his neck and loves drinking his herbal tea right before bed, Anakin tends to forget that Obi-Wan isn't even 40.

So when he's being annoying one day blocking Obi-Wan's way and ends up saying "just accept your fate Obi-Wan, it's not like you'll pick me up and carry me out of here" and Obi-Wan does just that, Anakin makes the smallest 'oh' and then turns weirdly silent even after Obi-Wan has put him down again, despite being carried like a sack of potatoes.

It's only later when Obi-Wan gets home and Anakin has been pacing the apartment for hours that he realises his mistake when Anakin says "You have to pick me up again. Against the wall maybe. Yes, with my legs around you this time. How long can you stay like that do you think"

#it's the best thing for their sex life and worst thing Obi-Wan has ever done for his back #now every time Obi-Wan talks like an old man and Anakin opens his mouth to make fun of him #he thinks about the last time they had sex and closes his mouth #obikin #asks

[split-spectrum]

Concessions

Chapter 2

Pairing: Obi Wan/FemReader

Chapter Length: 3.4K

Warnings/Tags: edging, orgasm denial, sexting, masturbation, dubious consent

Description: Obi Wan chooses to undertake a trial that prevents him from sex for one year, and asks you to serve as his witness. As his close friend, you don't mind helping him. The rules of the trial are very clear. You make it your personal mission to find every exception.

☆☆☆

Sweeping a towel around your body, you smirk as your personal commlink chirps again. 

Hm, eager this time, you think, tucking the towel around your chest and watching the holoscreen illuminate with a text reply. 

It's not entirely a bad thing, his eagerness. Penchar is on world very infrequently, and your last meeting a year ago was rather to-the-point, which works well for both of you. His career as a merchant brings him to every corner of the galaxy, while the same goes for you as a Jedi. When your paths cross, you can usually find some no-strings enjoyment.

[if i make it into port next week, will you be around?]

You tap the side of your commlink with your finger, thinking over your schedule. You send back a non-commital response. It would be nice to make the time for it, but you can't be certain. 

[can i have a little preview, just in case?] his message reads in reply.

You press your lips together, staring down at the message, dripping wet and naked beneath your towel. His timing is impeccable. Taking only a short moment to think it over, you decide to indulge. 

You set the cam to auto, placing it across from your bed, on your nightstand. Then you peel away the towel and lie back, easing yourself into the soft blankets covering your bed. You fold an arm across your chest, pressing your breasts in close and giving a sultry smile. When you're satisfied with the handful of clicks the commlink emits, you pick it back up to look over your work.

You find the one you like - smile soft and eyes half-lidded as you brush the soft, dewy skin of your forearm arm against your nipples. You can't see much; only the tops of your breasts, but the angle is perfect and the light catches the curve of your cleavage nicely. 

You select the file, scroll down to his name in your contacts list, and press send. 

When you finish dressing a few minutes later, you check your commlink - no new messages - and blink in surprise. It's a little odd since he normally responds quite quickly, but you shrug it off and pick up your datapad, settling in for a night catching up on your work. There's an excursion Master Plo has planned for a group of Jedi knights to some of the planets along the Shaltin Tunnels and you've been tasked with charting the fuel stops. As usual, you've left it until the last minute and you finally have some spare time to get it done. You cross the room and lie back on your couch, flipping through some of your files and messages, determined to keep your concentration where it belongs. 

When an hour has passed, you raise an eyebrow and finally allow yourself to stand back up and check your commlink. He might have gotten busy, of course, but this is a bit excessive. 

No messages.

With a slightly furrowed brow, you pull up the file. 

Sent

Mentally shrugging, you set the commlink back down and you're just about to return to your work when a message chimes. 

[i guess youd rather make me wait ey?]

There must be a bad connection where he is at the moment. Hovering your finger over the file briefly, you press down on resend.

Many long minutes later, you pass the device again, eyeing it as you pace around your kitchen, making yourself a cup of tea. The screen remains blank and silent. 

By the time you have a hot drink in your hand and ease back into the cushions of your couch, you decide to let it rest. This has happened before; he'll either call when his reception is better, or he won't. If not, you'll catch one another next time he's in the quadrant. 

Stretching your legs, you take a sip of your tea and settle in for more charts and maps.

The next thing you know, the beeping of your commlink wakes you, and you take in a heavy breath through your nose. It's morning. 

Peeling yourself from the couch, you drop the datapad, still in your hand, on a side table. So much for getting caught up on your work. Standing up and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you yawn as you bend over to look at the commlink. You squint at the glowing screen. It's just one word; your name. And it's from Obi Wan. 

You blink to focus your eyes, scrolling up in your messages from him. 

The soft edges of your sleep-soaked mind are sharpened into stark, bright reality all at once when you see the previous message you'd sent him.

Stars above, no - please, no, you think desperately.

Then another message comes through.

[If this is a joke, I am not laughing]

--

The minutes of every activity have seemed to crawl punishingly slowly from sunrise to sunset. You've been checking your commlink so often it's become irritating, and yet... you pick it up again. 

Still nothing. 

You'd decided not to respond back, after attempting to type several explanations through text that had been woefully inadequate. Calling him seemed impossible at the time, and eventually you'd come to the conclusion that speaking in person would be the best way forward. 

When the time finally comes and you're knocking at the door to his quarters, you realize that having all day to rehearse what you'd wanted to say has done absolutely nothing to help you. 

"Hello."

Seeing his face at last, you fail completely to come up with anything. 

You decide to try your best at an honest apology anyway. The words come out jumbled, and too quick. 

"Look, I just need to say, I am so, so sorry."

He gives the faintest of smiles, and he steps to the side, allowing you in. 

"That was... incredibly inappropriate. A stupid, clumsy mistake on my part. Alright? And I'm really sorry," you finish, not able to meet his eyes until you're done talking. 

The light in his quarters is warm and the glow of Coruscant's sun paints his sparse furniture. Obi Wan is still wearing his tunic, belt and boots. He must have just finished his duties, as you have. He waves a hand toward one of his chairs, inviting you to sit as you enter, but you give him a look that says you prefer to remain standing.

"There is no need for apologies, I assure you."

With that, your shoulders finally lose some of their tension. "Thank you. But for what it's worth, I'd still like to offer one."

His faint smile turns deeper, spreading over his face. "You needn't worry. We have all been a shot of spotchka past our better judgement from time to time."

Your words stop short of your mouth, brain reconfiguring. "It wasn't... that isn't what happened."

He doesn't miss a beat. "Right. Well, in any case, apology accepted."

Then he turns from you, casually removing his belt and lightsaber and placing them on the table nearby. Something about his easy demeanor makes you feel the need to clarify. 

"Obi Wan. It was an accident. I hope I'm making that clear."

His smile drifts into a smirk, and then he makes a show of dropping into a serious expression. "No, of course."

"You don't believe me," you say softly.

"I never said that."

His words stun you, and you need to gather yourself before trying again. "It was an accident."

He raises his brows, making it clear he thinks you're the one being obtuse. "Oh, certainly. Those commlinks can be so tricky; I can't tell you how many times I've tried to send a simple message, only to find that my clothes have come off."

Your face heats. You wouldn't have minded him being entertained by a stupid mistake. But his implication that you would try to cover it up is getting unexpectedly under your skin.

"That's not what I meant."

"I know," he says, still not fully dropping the amusement from behind his eyes. "I know; I'm sorry. But, come now. We are friends, are we not? We can be honest with one another."

The nerve. You release a slow breath. "So you do think I'm lying."

"There is no need for such harsh words."

"Listen, I'm sorry you got that picture, but I really didn't send it to you on purpose."

"Ah. Surely you meant to send the schematic for my new ship. Instead, you must have tripped, taken this photo, and sent it. Twice."

That's it. You've tried to be generous. 

"No. Taking the picture wasn't an accident. And sending it wasn't, either. I just didn't mean to send it... to you."

The easy smile is gone. "Oh." 

He holds your gaze, never faltering before he turns his attention back to the table. "I see. My apologies."

He begins unclipping his lightsaber from his belt with quick, deliberate movements. 

"I really didn't mean to make things more difficult for you."

"You haven't." 

His answer is much too quick. There's a pause where you wait for him to soften the blow, but he just looks up at you, holding his belt and saying nothing. Then he crosses the room to hang it up. 

"You haven't," he reiterates. "You needn't worry about that."

If there's one thing Obi Wan does not like, it's appearing foolish. He pretends not to have an ego, and while he's proven his humility time and time again, you also know the younger, sharper, harsher man he used to be. And you see glimpses of him now and then. 

"Good," you affirm. "Because I hope we are friends, after all, and I didn't mean to... rub it in your face. You know, having someone to-" You let the statement hang. "...when you don't."

He blinks at you. "What makes you say that?"

That stings. Not the idea that he could have someone else, but the idea that he would keep it from you. Or, worse yet, that he would let his wounded pride lead you to believe he does. 

"Just because I have chosen not to partake at the moment doesn't mean-"

"You're right. I shouldn't have assumed." You cut him off, shaking your head, and start to back toward the door. "I'm just happy to hear you haven't been affected by my... lack of better judgment."

He walks after you. "Wait; there's no need for you to go. You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Your eyes widen. "Oh, I'm not embarrassed. Believe me, I'm not the one who should be."

He follows you to the door, and as you exit, you promptly close it in his face.

--

Embarrassed?

Jedi should not allow petty, small feelings of annoyance to grow into the frustration you're currently feeling. And knowing that he's likely suffering from months of depriving himself a certain outlet should really allow you to give him more grace. 

But, embarrassed? 

You finish your meditation for the evening more irritated than when you began. It's almost impressive. 

Getting into bed, you scroll back in your messages to find the picture you'd sent. No, you absolutely have nothing to be embarrassed about. 

You chew your lower lip, and in spite of your attempts to think of anything besides Obi Wan, you can't help but imagine his face when he'd opened it. 

In fact... 

[Since that picture didn't seem to bother you, you probably wouldn't mind another?]

Still rubbing your bottom lip between your teeth, you hesitate before slipping off your outer robe and committing to your decision. 

You're still wearing your undergarments, and you pull down the bodice you usually wear beneath your tunic, just until your breasts are lifted and squeezed deliciously tightly. Your nipples are barely visible, starting to spill over the top of the dark fabric, and you take a few pictures in the dim light, popping your mouth open slightly for good measure. You review the pictures, then lick your lips and take another. 

There - the one with your cheeks flushed and saliva shining, almost as if your mouth is watering for something to be pressed inside.��

You press send, and you get no response. But you go to sleep with a satisfied smirk. 

-- 

"And during the latter half of the temple visiting hours, please be mindful that the docking bay area is restricted to 40 percent landing capacity due to..."

The Coruscant municipal enforcement officer drones on, entering the third hour of the mandatory annual community guidelines seminar. Your eyelids would normally be struggling to stay apart by this point in the day, if it were not for the golden-haired Jedi currently pretending to absently scratch at his short beard as he glances downward. 

You check your commlink again, making sure your settings are silenced. 

[if you got my last message, it's rather rude of you not to reply] you'd sent him shortly after he'd walked through the door.

He'd looked around until he'd spotted you. Then he'd pretended not to. 

[i can only guess you didn't get it, then. don't worry. i took a few more]

He still didn't answer, but you watched as he slowly seemed to look down into his lap more often. After a few more moments without reply, you'd carefully covered your screen with your sleeve and sent him another angle of the shot from last night - this one leaning forward more, with the soft curve between your breasts on prominent display. 

You'd been stealing glances ever since. And so had he. 

[i think you're right, by the way. don't think i have anything to be embarrassed about. do you?]

You watch as he looks down again, then looks back up as if giving his rapt attention to the presentation on imported fruit. The lights lower, and you see his screen glow as he receives another message from you. 

[if you want me to stop, just say so]

His hand swipes over the message, closing it. The screen goes dark. 

You look over your shoulder casually, shifting in your seat, and you take a very long time before sending one last message. 

This one is closer - much closer. It's an image of your nipple, peeking from between your two fingers. Your hand is cupping the bottom of your breast and your index and middle finger gently fix themselves on either side of your stiff bud, coaxing the sensitive tip to harden for him. You swallow and quickly press send, closing your screen again and casting a sideways glance to ensure only your eyes had seen. Thankfully the eyes surrounding you are half-closed in boredom. 

When you chance a look in Obi Wan's direction, you see his screen illuminating the inside of his sleeve, and no reaction as he turns it off again. He remains completely motionless, looking back up at the presenter. 

But you catch it when the muscle of his jaw clenches, hard. You also catch the way his adam's apple bobs in his throat with a swallow. And you absolutely catch the way he turns his head to look at you, then suddenly flicks his eyes forward again, unblinking, and doesn't look back for the remainder of the day. 

 

--

You're starting to soften a bit by the time you're back in your quarters that evening, finally beginning to feel that the punishment has outweighed Obi Wan's offenses, as you look back through your very one-sided conversation. Despite yourself, you smile, taking a bite of your jogan fruit snack before bed, and decide to relent. 

[just checking if i've made another error in sending... you are getting these, yes?]

You aren't really expecting an answer, just trying to lighten the mood. But you get one. 

[yes]

[i see. i'm glad i haven't embarrassed myself further. what do you say we call it even?]

You get no response. Perhaps he's more irritated than you'd realized. You smirk. The thought really shouldn't be so pleasing. 

Then your commlink chimes. [it would take a greater fool than i to refuse a fine gift, freely given]

The fruit juice drips down your chin. You scramble to wipe it, as caught off-guard as you are. Is he... asking for more?

[who says these are gifts? i considered them more as punishment]

You stand up to wash the fruit from your mouth and face, then cross the room to stare at the screen again. This was the last response you'd expected. 

He doesn't reply back. You could leave it here. You could have mercy and respect the trial; make it easier on him. But then, he always seems to want to make things harder for himself. You might as well help him. 

Leaning back and spreading out on your bed, you send another picture. Then another. Minutes pass without any response, so you send another. You get creative. 

You're talking to a wall - he doesn't answer. But you're starting to get wet, thinking about why he might not be. 

You dip your fingers into your own slick, and then a thought occurs to you. You send him an image of your glistening fingers. Then you set down the cam, closing your eyes and circling your clit, sucking in a breath through your teeth as you play with yourself, imagining searing blue eyes and the weight of his body on top of yours. 

You're close. It's now been several long minutes since your last message and still nothing from him. So you decide to send one final message. A sign-off for the evening. 

You tip the cam down between your legs and take a dimly-lit shot, touching yourself for him to see. 

It feels like you've been holding your breath, right at the edge, for hours. But it can't have been more than a minute before your commlink chimes. 

It's an image. You open the file.

Thick fingers grip like death around the base of a hard, leaking cock.

You choke, pussy twitching wildly as you stop yourself from tipping into an orgasm at the sight of it. He's dripping; a mess. You can see every vein in his hand bulging with the effort of strangling his swollen, drooling dick. 

Dialing. Now. 

The hand you aren't using to call him is still wet, but you manage to pull it from between your legs, covering yourself with your bedsheets. 

The chimes come to an end. He didn't pick up. 

You realize you're incredibly stupid for dialing again, but your brain took its leave the moment you opened that file. 

His holoimage glows bright and blue before you, and it strikes you all at once that he's actually answered. You sit up straighter, covering your chest with your bedding, and stare at him. 

He's staring right back, shoulders bare, muscles tight. You can see a hint of dampness at his temple. 

"Wh- why did you send that?" you ask, blurting the first words that come to mind. "We can't..." You try again. "What was that for?"

His eyes seem to cut through the hologram and straight into you, burning down to the pit of your stomach. "Presumably, to show you've achieved your goal."

He doesn't sound pleased. In fact, he almost sounds... frustrated. Defiant. You notice his right shoulder clenching. Your eyes are roving hungrily over every bit of his body, bathed in the dim blue glow of the hologram. You lick your lips, panting out, "My goal? What would that be?"

The muscles of his neck tense as he swallows, but he stays silent. Then, slowly, he clicks a button which expands the screen and shows where his other hand is. 

It's dark between his legs, but you can definitely see the outline of his pulsing, dripping cock. And you can see how hard the muscles of his hand are working to choke himself off. No movement. Just the shadows trailing over his clenched stomach as he breathes in and out. 

"I imagine," he grinds out, "this is what you wanted, is it not?"

You drag your gaze back up from his center, trying to force a cool, detached tone in your shaky voice. "And... what are we going to do about that?"

He looks almost furious at the question, and his answer seethes out between his teeth. 

"You tell me."

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[padawansuggest]

Mace: *sitting in a tea salon in the upper levels, looking frazzled*

Yoda: Upset, you are, why?

Mace: A toddler initiate climbed into my lap and told me a nightmare he had about the temple burning and perfectly described the scent of burning flesh to me. I have a migraine because the force is /insisting/ it was a vision.

Yoda: Which initiate, this was?

Mace: Obi-Wan Kenobi. He told me im gonna start shaving my head soon to hide the grey.

Yoda: Well, if grey your hair doesn’t go, false this prophecy is.

Mace: …Grandmaster… my hair is going grey at the temples…

Yoda: :/ need to talk to the council about this. Another Sifo-Dyas on our hands. Need proper therapy before they get too far.

Mace: *drinking down a cup of tea like a shot of vodka* I’m taking him as my Padawan after Depa is knighted.

Yoda: Suggest you don’t, I advise.

Mace: No no, I’m gonna. I wanna squish his cheeks.

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[furious-blueberry0]

Some thoughts about my All Is Well AU I’d like to share (This is a Jedi-centric AU, so it’ll only involve them):

Palpatine and Plagueis die because of a failed experiment that turned on them (ironic, isn’t it?)  

Since Palpy is dead, no War! But also no clones :(

Sifo-Dyas does not get mortally paranoid since no war is happening!

Him and Dooku get to be two old men in love.

Q’Tark, on one of her visits to her tribe on Tatooine, finds Anakin when he is 2 months old, too little to get his slave chip implanted, and so Shmi is able to give him to the Jedi.

When the Nightsisters gave Asajj away (like in canon) they also gave Maul with her. But their ship was intercepted by the Jedi, who saved them from the criminal and brought them to the Temple.

Reva Sevander becomes the second Padawan of Obi-wan  

The Disaster Lineage is less of a disaster, and they’re all fine!

Anakin becomes Obi’s Padawan at 13, and gets knighted at 25 instead of 19.

So Ahsoka becomes Plo Koon’s Padawan.

Maul becomes Mace’s Padawan.

Ezra is still Kanan/Caleb’s Padawan.

Them, Depa, Maul, Mace and Cyslin (Mace’s master) all get together to drink tea and chat every two weeks.

Ahsoka eventually becomes Grandmaster of the Order when she’s 130 (I like the idea of Togrutas living for a long time)

BARRISS IS FINE AND IS A HEALER AND IS A RESPECTED MEMBER OF THE ORDER AND KISSES AHSOKA AND HAS HER OWN PADAWAN AND–

Ahsoka also gets a Padawan, and she gets to be the wise and crazy master she deserves to be

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[ithebookhoarder]

I can’t remember if I requested this, but here. I know that you made some sleeping headcanons for the OT trio, so could you do one for the PT as well?

Sleeping Headcanons: The Prequel Trio

A/N: Of course I can, angel. Have some sleepy headcanons for these three hot-ass messes. 🛏

Anakin

I feel it is important to state the fact that, as a Padawan, he often slept on the floor, next to Obi-wan’s bed, because he was worried about losing him as he had his mother and Qui Gon. 

This habit has kind of stuck with him, in that he likes to be close to you. 

Personal space? He doesn’t know what the concept means. 

He likes sleeping next to you and will be touching you at all times during the night, even if you don’t realise it at first. 

The physical intimacy, and security, of having you in his arms help ease any nightmares or concerns he may have about losing you. 

He’s also used to sleeping in unusual places. From his tiny bed as a child -which he shared with his mother - to on the floor of far off planets, whilst on missions… he can sleep anywhere and doesn’t take long to drop off. 

He also doesn’t really hog the sheets either, given that he’s used to sleeping without them on warm planets. He also has you next to him as a portable heater, which means as long as you’re toasty then he will be too. 

It also means that you wake up most mornings, to find him tangled about you, with his face buried in your chest, his hair all ruffled and fluffy.

It’s when he looks most at peace, and this is one of the reasons you two are nearly almost always late out of bed in the mornings (much to everyone’s amusement). 

You just don’t have the heart to wake him and spoil the moment… even if it does mean putting up with constant teasing from Ahsoka. 

Obi-Wan

This poor man needs a nap. Like, constantly. 

He is always on the move… usually chasing after Anakin or some other chaos that he’s somehow got himself dragged in to, and it surprises no one that he always looks minutes from passing out.  

It’s a bit of a joke amongst you all, but you all know that if he’s sleeping then you do not wake him unless you have to - he’s earned five minutes of peace.  

In fact, more than once, he’s woken up after passing out somewhere to find a blanket has been draped over him by someone. 

(Anakin swears he saw him dozing in the archives once, but you can’t tell if he’s lying or not) 

When Obi does make it to a bed then he’s a light sleeper, I feel.  

This doesn’t change, even after the Jedi order collapses. He wakes easily, and will often struggle to return to sleep.  

Pre-Order 66 this would usually mean some kind of morning meditation, or getting up to make a tea to drink in bed beside you. However, after the order, you usually find him tinkering away at something or staring out at the rising suns in a bid to pass the time until you also wake.  

I think he’s also keen on having some kind of tether to you when in bed, but he has no qualms being the little spoon from time to time.  

Actually, he rather like being able to let his guard down and just sleep, head pressed against your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat.  

He’s also been known to melt when you run your hands through his hair just so - a fact you enjoy teasing him with.  

He also snores (though he denies it. Adamantly)

Padmé

This angel sleeps soundly most nights, and is only too happy to let you crawl in next to her.

She (like Obi-wan) isn’t always known for getting rest, as she always insists there is work to be done. 

However, she will often at least agree to sitting in bed beside you, staring down at some draft of a Senate bill. 

It’s a decent compromise as eventually her eyelids droop and she is forced to give in, and nestle down next to you. 

Most mornings you find her like that, with her papers still cast about the place just inches from her hand, where they fell when she eventually passed out.

Before she sleeps, however, Padmé would enjoy the sight of you resting next to her, your body curling up against hers. 

It is one of the few precious moments she gets to just pause and be content. 

The other is waking up beside you, normally as soon as the sun rises. 

It’s also the time when she doesn’t have to be dressed in her finery, with her hair pulled up or her person decorated with jewels and other tokens befitting her status. 

She is simply Padmé, with her hair flowing and a loose silky nightgown - unencumbered and at her most natural. 

To see her like it is a privilege, and one not to be taken for granted. 

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[aspenstarflare]

Time for round three of Clone wars headcanons:

-Cody definitely carries around all of Obi-wan’s favorite types of tea on the Negotiator, and definitely always keeps two tea bags on his utility belt during campaigns in case Obi-wan needs tea and lost his own. (The extra one is for him so he can drink Tea with Obi-wan at the fire)

-It’s canon that Obi-wan always loses his lightsaber and that Cody always gives him it back, but in the background Anakin and Ahsoka have definitely been keeping count how many times Cody handed Obi-wan his lightsaber and threaten to tell the entire GAR anytime they want to blackmail Obi-wan.

-Kix and Rex definitely had to beg Ahsoka to wear her season 3 - 5 outfit, maybe even chase her around the Resolute to get her to wear just something slightly more protective. They did try pushing the agenda of amrour later but they pushed their luck and Ahsoka threatened to go back to the tube top she had from the clone war movie to season 2.

-When Obi-wan’s men in the 212th are injured he personally makes sure to have Tea parties with his injured men to cheer them up and give them something to do in the med bay, making sure to remember the favorites of each solider to make them feel a special as Obi-wan always reminds them they very much are.

-Children, no matter which planet, absolutely adore clones, especially ones of the 501st who are close with Ahsoka (because the kids see that they’re absolute softies from how they interact with her), the children will follow the clones around, asking them mountains of questions and begging them to play games with them. One time on a snowy planet some children in a village the 501st was stationed at, charge Ahsoka and the torrent company with snowballs, leading to a village wide snowball fight between the troopers, Anakin and Ahsoka vs. the towns children (and even some adults). The town’s children for the rest of the time the 501st is there, take time to memorize all their names, play with them, share their hot chocolates with them, and give them little presents (bracelets, necklaces, little nicknack stuff like that) to the troopers to keep to remember them. The 501st cherishes the presents from their little friends and always make sure to keep them on them.

- Ahsoka definitely loves climbing on her brothers like trees rather it be to wrestle for fun, climb on their shoulders, and get a free piggy back ride, she does it whenever she can. After or during campaigns she gets really tired on, during hikes to rendezvous point where she’s exhausted on she simply climbs onto the nearest brother’s back on and dozes off. No one ever bothers to complain about it because a. She’s super light and b. the trooper that gets to carry her for the rest of the hike gets to feel the comfort knowing their commander is well and safe with them and trusts them enough to rely on them for safety when she’s asleep.

-Boil and Waxer have walked in on Obi-wan and Cody cuddling before and snapped a picture, and have been provided a lifetime supply of chocolate (curtsey of Obi-wan) in order to keep their mouths shut.

-Ahsoka and Fives have made it their lives mission to prank Echo, Rex, and Anakin as much as possible. Once gluing pink glitter all over Anakin’s hair, earning them refresher duty for a month.

-Ahsoka sometimes goes on hunts when they are on planets with the right kind of animals and environments, taking a batch of clones with her just in case any droids show up. The first time she did this on a mission, she murdered a large animal with her bare hands and teeth, Jesse passed out when he saw all the blood on her face and everyone was horrified. Everyone was excited to eat something other than rations for once but the clones that went with Ahsoka were horrified how she easily and bloodily she murdered a animal with just her teeth.

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