I am desperately in need of fluff. Could we see some Lineage bonding? No one Fell or died, everyone is home, from Yoda to Ahsoka, and Obi Wan is actually perfectly happy (which is somewhat shocking I know).
“I just want to be feed cookies.” Ahsoka settled on, her head resting on Qui-Gon’s shoulder as her grandmaster sipped his tea slowly.
Her words caused Qui-Gon to chortle quietly which made his chest rumble and Master Dooku to smirk at her as he continued to gently run his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair as the redhead rested his head in his grandmaster lap, napping from his long missions.
“Feed yourself you can, a grown woman you are.” Yoda offered before chuckling softly and floating the plate of cookies towards her as he enjoyed his own cup of tea that Anakin had poured for him. “But willing to float the tray to you I am.” The old being offered mischievously.
Anakin sniggered, sitting on the floor instead of on any of the couches or the chairs, just resting his back against Qui-Gon’s legs as he had scones on his own plate stuffed with jam and cheese. “Yeah, a grown woman Ahsoka.” He teased before almost mewling when a broad hand gently petted his curls.
“Oh she’s still a teenager I’d say.” Yan drawled from where he was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Qui-Gon.
“Quite, young and spry just like you Anakin though I don’t think I’d call you more mature then her.” Qui-Gon agreed before peering down at Obi-Wan’s head where it was resting in Yan’s lap. “He alright?”
Peering lazily at his former master, Anakin hummed. “We had a long mission, Obi-Wan mostly avoided sleeping in favor of meditation and you know those things really takes it toll, so he’s now cashing in the debt he racked up in the sleeping department at least.” He shrugged.
There was a sleeve of understanding noises at that.
“Oh Obi-Wan you silly boy.” Qui-Gon chuckled softly and stroked his knuckles gently down the redhead’s cheek. “Taking him out for a good calorie count at Dex soon it is.”
Snorting, Yan raised his brows at Qui-Gon even as he sipped his tea. “And you were the one who trained him, you really should have gotten that kind of behavior out of the poor boy.” He drawled even as he rested his hand back in the copper red hair and petted.
The man was so obviously fond of his grandpadawan that he couldn’t deny it as he seemed to spoil him at any chance he could much to the amusement of the entire linage.
“I tried.” Qui-Gon shrugged. “He’s also as stubborn a boy as he is skilled and smart… and very sacrificial.” He sighed.
“Pair someone up with him for that reason we do.” Yoda waved his cane at Qui-Gon and floated his cup over to Anakin to have the blond refill it. “Prefer my linage alive I do.” He hummed.
Anakin settled back against Qui-Gon’s legs. “Talking about something more pleasant. I managed to upgrade your shuttle Master Yan, it should run more smoothly now and the clunk noise you heard when piloting is gone too.” He tilted his head to look at the other, giving him a cautious smile.
Nodding at that, Yan smiled cautiously back too. “Why thank you Anakin, that was very kind of you.”
The two had a somewhat… strained relationship but it was getting better slowly but steadily.
Sometimes building something slow but steadily to make it last was the best way, or so Obi-Wan would claim at least if he was awake and wasn’t being petted like an overgrown cat.