ithiliel-the-french-tolkiendil  asked:

I don't know whether or not my first ask has been "eaten", so I'm gonna break the spam rule and ask again - especially considering that you've already written something that was very similar with my request. Can we get more interactions (*cough* grandmaster-grandpadawan fluff *cough) between Obi-Wan and Ahsoka ? Pleeeeease ? (Don't think I ever mentioned it, btw, but you're an awesome author !)

She’s not scared of him, Force above no, but he can cut an intimidating figure when he wants to, his profile strong and his features clean with a dignified air to him.

No, Ahsoka is not scared of her grandmaster.

But she may be a bit intimidated by how dignified he is and how accomplished he is.

So when Anakin has to run of somewhere and she’s left in Obi-Wan’s care she’s not quite sure what to make of it when the man stands in the little kitchen and makes soup for her.

“You…” She coughed harshly into her elbow. “You don’t have to do this you know. I’m a big girl.” She tried.

“I know. But I never liked being alone when I was sick.” Obi-Wan offered calmly, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he stirred the pot in front of him on the stove. “Beside, you don’t honestly want to move or be alone do you? I don’t think togruta flue is that much different from human flue.” He shot her a brief smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his lips curving upwards in a soft smile.

Ahsoka stared at him.

This was not the man who stood on a battle field and made strategies on the spot, who watched people fight and die.

Perhaps it was the fever but this looked like a man who should be in the creche or in the training salle, showing younglings their first katas and lightsaber position, soft and careful with an underline of strictness that needed to be obeyed.


“Body aches, fever, coughing, nausea, the sweats…” Obi-Wan listed off.

“Yeah…got all of that.” Ahsoka tried to cover her lapse as she watched the mans back.

“Pretty standard for a flue though I have to say I’ve never seen the flue turn someone polka dotted green.”

“Some break out in stripes?” The young padawan tried, grinning a bit when Obi-Wan chuckled and tested the soup. “What are you making?”

“Endorian chicken soup, my master used to make this for me when I got things like the flue or a nasty cold. Not sure why it works so well but it tends to help drive the flue out of someone along with warm showers.” The master hummed while adding a bit more of a red spice to the pot.

Ahsoka watched him for a bit. “Did you make this for Skyguy too?”

“Yes.” Obi-Wan chuckled. “He’d ache and complain until I did it after the first time because it was one of the few things he could taste when he got really snotty.” He smiled into the food before shaking himself, as if reminding himself that those times were long past.

Ahsoka watched him again before shuffling to her feet with her blankets around her.

Slowly and despite of her body aches, she made her way to him and leaned against his arm and shoulder, tucking a bit against the other.

Obi-Wan instantly made space for her, shifting his stirring hand so she could remain against his side and he could wrap the arm she was against around her shoulders. “You should stay on the couch Ahsoka.” He hummed.

He didn’t sound like he was scolding and didn’t sound annoyed so she just shrugged. “Didn’t want to be alone.”

“I can get that.” Obi-Wan murmured more quietly, while lightly rubbing her upper arm.

Then he glanced down at her and gave a low chuckle. “Oh dear…”


“You’re going to be as tall as Anakin aren’t you. How is it that I manage to surround myself with tall people and always have to look up?” He questioned in amusement.

“Padme isn’t as tall as you.” She grinned a bit.

“She is in heels.” He countered with a small smile.

“You wear heels.”

“Boots, boots Ahsoka.”

“…There’s still like two inches of heel on those.” She grinned more at him, settling into an easy kind of bantering with the other.

“…True.” Obi-Wan smirked. “Don’t tell Anakin, I’ve been adding an inch since he became a Knight to see if he notices.”

She giggled a bit, for once feeling like a padawan of the order and not a soldier in a fight that went over her head.


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