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spookypotato · 2 years

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Christmas Surprises

Hello everyone! This is my secret santa fic for the one and only @fruitcoops! I thought it's time it saw the light of day now. Hope you enjoy!

characters by @lumosinlove

cw: christmas stress, probably food mention (just to be safe)

“I’m home, Baby,” Remus let out, as more of a breath than actual words, collapsing onto the closest, most comfortable thing available, which happend to be the couch. He took a deep breath, then another one. He just wanted to sleep. Remus had been up for too long, arranging too many presents for too many people, that deserved so much more than just those little thank you gifts for christmas. He felt the couch dip next to him before he heard, much less saw Sirius with his eyes already closed, half way into a deep sleep already.

Sirius placed a gentle kiss on his hair, combing through it, making Remus want to stay awake and fall asleep faster at the same time. He could almost see the smile in his dream when Sirius told him, “Com’on, mon loup, let’s get you into bed.”

Sirius didn’t see Remus even think about moving a muscle today, much less standing up and walking to their bedroom, so he took his hands from the soft strands and put one under his knees and one around his shoulders instead, gently lifting him off the couch, into his arms. Remus curled into him almost instantly. Sirius couldn’t really tell if his boyfriend was already asleep or not at this point, but did it really matter, when he was looking so adorably peaceful either way? Sirius had been a little worried about him, constantly running around, getting last minute gifts and adjustments and making everything as perfect as ever; even more so. The only breaks Sirius had actively seen Remus take were a few hours of sleep he got after the last phone calls and text conversations about all the preparations, before they headed out to practice again. He was very visibly exhausted every night, but he had managed to hide it from most of the team, leaving them wondering how Remus was able to do all that work in one day and still keep up with their superstitions perfectly.

Sirius himself didn’t really know how Remus had managed it all. He was working so hard for them. Not only for the team, but for all their families and all the staff and coaches and everyone helping even the tiniest bit at the rink.

He was just too good. Too good for his own good. Sirius thought, placing his now definitely asleep boyfriend onto their bed, taking off his shoes and jeans, so he wouldn’t have to change out of them during the night to be comfortable. His own bedtime routine took some time, but after about 20 minutes he was back in front of their bed, pj’s on, face cleaned, teeth brushed, lights turned off and two glasses of water set on the night stands for him and his boyfriend. He crawled under the blanket and carefully put an arm around Remus, drawing him in the tiniest bit, only to have his boyfriend turn around in this embrace, pressing his face into his chest. Letting himself drop onto his back, so that Remus was half on his chest, and actually able to breathe properly, he let his mind shut off and focused on the even breathing next to his neck. His did the same only a few minutes later.

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Remus woke up to a delicious smell. He couldn't quite place it, but it smelled heavenly and since his stomach seemed to need to know the cause of this smell, he would have to trade it for the one of Sirius shampoo lingering on the pillow next to him. He was willing to sacrifice that smell, but he wasn’t ready to leave the warmth yet. Luckily, his brain was working again after the absolute puddle of exhaustion it had been yesterday, so he wrapped the blanket around himself and made his way in the direction of the smell.

He looked at the clock they had in the hallway, making his way downstairs, blanket dragging on the floor behind him. It was afternoon. He couldn't remember a time he’d been able to get that much rest in the last month, a couple of months, half a year, he didn't even know anymore. All he knew was that he actually felt rested for the first time in a long time.

He breathed in deeply, also inhaling more of that smell again, a smile on his face, he stepped into their kitchen.

Sirius had expected the arms that wound around his waist the second he heard steps coming down the stairs. What he hadn’t expected was the blanket that came with them, which left him giggling to himself before turning the stove off and turning around to let Remus cover him in the warmth of the blanket. He leaned down without looking and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Sirius drew back immediately though, leaving his boyfriends puppy dog eyes to themselves while he tried to comprehend what was in front of him.

Once he couldn’t ignore his lovers eyes any longer, they locked and he saw the adorable confusion etched in them. “What’s wrong?” Remus asked, voice still rough from sleep, hugging him a little tighter, a spark of worry in his eyes.

“Remus,” was apparently all Sirius' brain managed to come up with his gaze now fixed on Remus cheeks again. Okay, he probably needed to explain his thoughts more than that. But honestly, Remus had to know. He just had to. Sirius remembered all the busy weeks leading up to now then and the thought of it really not being deliberate made more and more sense. So he started again. “Remus, love, you have a stubble.”

Remus snorted, all the worry draining out of his eyes at once. As if to feel for himself he

scratched his cheek on the material of Sirius’ Pyjama shirt. It caught onto it the tiniest bit, which left Sirius watching a sheeping expression form on his boyfriend's face. “Well, I was just really, really busy the last couple of days and weeks and months, I didn’t really think scheduling time for shaving should be my top priority. I know it’s scratchy. I’ll shave it off after breakfast, what did you-”, Remus had muttered into Sirius's chest before his head was lifted from it.

“Don’t you dare,” was all Sirius said at first. Then he continued, pressing kisses onto Remus cheeks, dragging his soft lips over the stubble that had formed. “I didn’t even know you could grow real facial hair.”

That earned him a grumble he could feel through his lips, which were currently working their way around Remus’ jaw.

“No, I’m-” he stopped, considering, then decided on “I feel betrayed! I could have had this for so long and you just shaved it clean without me knowing. That certainly doesn’t seem fair to me,” he whispered into Remus' neck, making his boyfriend squirm and laugh in their embrace.

“You’re such a dork,” Remus snorted and leaned up for a kiss. Sirius happily complied. When they broke apart Sirius lifted his hand to his boyfriends face, his finger caressing Remus cheek. It was a bit rough with all the tiny hairs growing and it did feel unusual, but it also felt new and great somehow.

Then Sirius's eyes returned from where they had been following along his hands to Remus' eyes, looking soft and loving. “I don’t want you to exhaust yourself like you did till yesterday, but I certainly wouldn’t mind if this stayed for a bit. Or came back at some point,” he commented, smirking down at Remus.

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flagcaptainart · 2 years

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My contribution to @starwarsfandomfests! For @wanderingjedihistorian, have a little Jango/Obiwan sharing hot chocolates while watching the snow. A bit of a Jango Lives!AU I suppose, lol.

#sw secret santa 2021 #jango fett #obiwan kenobi #jango/obiwan #star wars #art #digital art #digital color #csp #clip studio paint

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starwarsfandomfests · 2 years

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Secret Santa 2021! — Star Wars gift exchange

The basics: submit any ships or found families you like along with at least one winter or holiday themed setting— snowball fight, holiday party, decorating a tree, drinking hot chocolate, anything to warm your heart when it’s cold out! ❄️

Fanfiction, fanart, playlists and/or photo edits are all welcome in this event 🎨

Dates:

Thursday, November 11: sign ups close

Sunday, November 14: prompts distributed

Monday, December 6: check in date

Wednesday, December 22: Share date!

General requirements:

All gifts will be related to Star Wars. This includes all three movie trilogies, all television series, and any games or Legends related content.

No NSFW content is allowed,. This event is open to all ages.

Gifts can be one of the following formats:

Fanfiction (500 words minimum, no set maximum word count)

Fanart: traditional or digital

A Spotify playlist: 2 hours minimum runtime

Photo edit or aesthetic: a minimum of 3 images

Full fest info and rules document here

#sw secret santa 2021 #star wars #the clone wars #the mandalorian #the book of boba fett #sw prequels #gift exchange #winter holidays #I AM EXCITED ❄️

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umami-ty · 2 years

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secret santa gift for @awkwardproducktions, who asked for foxiyo and suggested a snowy street - happy holidays rio!! in my mind this is fox’s first time encountering snow in person and he’s not sure yet if he likes it, lmao.

thanks @starwarsfandomfests for running this exchange, it has been a lot of fun!

#my art #foxiyo #sw secret santa 2021 #i'm sorry it's a bit late! is it still the 22nd anywhere?

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hobiiwan · 2 years

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home for the holidays • cpt. rex

pairing: captain rex x gn!reader

warnings: reader is sad on xmas but that changes real quick!! very fluffy, VERY brief mention of blood, fluff @ the end, rusty writing

w/c: 2.3k

notes: haven't written in literal months but this was really fun since I too, am alone on christmas :') so maybe this is me projecting a little BUT merry christmas (in advance) and happy holidays friends! to @peacefulwizardfox for the @starwarsfandomfests event! i really hope you like this gift, it is near and dear to my heart! have the best holiday and stay warm and safe <3

Rex runs warm — that’s no secret. Having slept next to what you like to call a ‘human furnace’, you can attest to that fact. Yet, not even the Captain can restrain his teeth from chattering on the barren ice tundra of Hoth.

He doesn’t even know why he’s there, escorting an ambassador’s visit to the local villages. The task is straightforward and hard to screw up, especially when it’s somewhere as isolated as Hoth.

Even the shinies could manage it, he laments as he trudges through the powdery snow. Miles and miles of it, as far as he can see. His boots do little to keep the cold out, and his lips quirk up behind his helmet when he recalls you pressing your freezing toes against his calves.

He had hissed a breath through his teeth, haphazardly pulling away from how you’d clung to him. Now, he wishes he hadn’t.

Rex grumbles and stands a little straighter. This is his duty — he can complain when it’s over. Besides, the quicker he gets this assignment done, the sooner he can be home with you. The mere memory of you sends warmth coursing through his body, blossoming from his chest in a burst of fondness.

Rex trudges on.

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Seasons don’t pass in space. It’s like time stands still aboard the Resolute, or at least that’s how it feels waiting for the 501st to return. In the day, you work yourself to the bone, welcoming the collapse into your cot when your shift ends.

It’s easier to push away the bubbling anxieties about Rex and his legion when you’re elbow deep in bacta. The approaching holiday almost entirely slips your mind, only realising that Christmas is, in fact, here, when you walk into the medbay one morning to find a coworker teetering on the edge of a ladder as they attempt to attach stringy tinsel to the doorway.

Huh.

That’s when you force yourself to slow down — even the shinies have taken it personally to refrain from maiming themselves on such a coveted day. The medbay is near deserted by noon and your supervisor gently tells you to take the day off. The pitying look on her face is enough to have you scrambling out of there without having to be told twice.

So you miss Rex. But who can blame you? This was meant to be your first Christmas together. In a perfect world, the two of you would be together on Coruscant. You’ve always wanted to see the planet’s infamous festive light shows. Seeing it in holovids can’t possibly hold the same meaning as seeing the light rays dancing with your own eyes.

Now, the thought makes you smile ruefully. It’s Christmas Eve and you’re alone in your quarters while Rex is Maker-knows-where.

You don’t even know if he’s alive. There’s been nothing but radio silence from the 501st for days. The last time you had spoken was rushed over your commlink.

“I’ll be home for Christmas, cyar’ika, I promise,” Rex had told you before his comm channel went static.

The mere thought of it sends a chill through you, and then you’re wrapping yourself under layers of GAR standard issue blankets, the same ones that Rex had snuck in for you. You had only mentioned your quarters being too cold once, but he remembered. The next night he had shown up, blankets bundled up in his arms with a shy grin painted on his lips.

As you burrow further under the layers, you realise they still smell like him. Closing your eyes, you can almost pretend that he’s lying right beside you. Yet, imagination can only do so much; get you so far. It’s never as warm without him.

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Christmas Day passes as quickly as it comes. You spend it in a blur, though it honestly isn’t half as bad as you had dreaded it to be.

Aware of the emptiness haunting the barracks of the 501st, your friends take it upon themselves to rope you into all of their plans. They drag you by the elbow to go carolling throughout the ship, even cornering Master Kenobi at one point and subjecting him to an off-key rendition of Deck The Halls. The look on his face is almost enough to completely redeem the holiday.

By noon, you’re strong armed into the ugliest Christmas sweater you’ve ever laid eyes upon, then wrangled into the medical staff break room for a Christmas movie marathon. By the end of the day, your cheeks are sore from all the laughing and return to your quarters feeling that much lighter.

But then it slowly becomes silent again as the remaining people on board shuffle back to their quarters, exhausted in the best way possible after a full day of doing the opposite of work.

You have to give yourself credit for how long you manage to stay put. Your resolve lasts until just before midnight — and then you’re creeping out the doors, cringing at how loud the sliding doors sound against the stillness of the corridor. You’re careful not to wake anyone as you make your way down the winding halls.

It’s like operating on autopilot, finding yourself standing before the clinic doors, keycard already pressed against the sensor. The doors slide open, creaking the way they always do, as if greeting you while you slip into the darkened hall.

The lights aren’t even turned on, but you manage to make your way to your work station with ease, a testament to how often you make the same journey time and time again. The thought that maybe you should get out more crosses your mind (fleetingly).

With a sigh, you fall onto the stool and flip the lamp switch on. Soft lighting fills the gap between yourself and the desk; at least now you can see your hands — the starlight filtering through the portholes really wasn’t doing you any favours.

Unlike in your quarters, the silence here is welcome. Stillness in the medbay is a sign of reprieve, when everyone’s been tended to and you finally get a chance to take a breath. The noise comes when the company returns and suddenly you have bleeding soldiers at your feet. That’s when you miss the silence.

It’s all too easy to wallow in self-pity being alone on Christmas. You know it really isn’t that bad — you’re lucky to even make it to Christmas. You have friends who were kind enough to include you in their plans and truly, you had enjoyed it. Yet, at the end of the day, the one person you want and love isn’t here. The fact that there’s nothing you can do about it is what brings you here.

You sink just low enough to start considering doing next week’s paperwork in advance, when the overhead lights flicker on. Your entire body tenses, feeling like you’ve been caught doing something wrong, when really, you’re probably in the one place you can be on the ship.

Immediately, you squint at how the harsh, white lights attack your senses. As you blink to adjust to the sudden change, a wave of irritation washes over you. Gritting your teeth and still turned away from the doors, you suppress the urge to yell at whichever poor soul had the misfortune of stumbling upon you.

The footfall approaches steadily and with each step the person takes, the heavy clunk and thudding of armour reaches your ears. The first thought that reaches you is relief that it isn’t your supervisor catching after hours.

The second thought is that this is a clone — all clones were definitely armour-free at this hour and probably in the barracks, which leads you to your third and final thought.

“Rex?”

Your voice is just barely above a whisper, unwilling to get caught being hopeful, in case you’re wrong. But you know you’re not. You’d recognise him anywhere.

Whipping around so quickly you nearly topple off your stool, it takes two seconds to register the man standing so starkly out of place in the medbay. It is Rex, and he’s finally home.

Hearing him chuckle breathlessly when you barrel into him cements the fact that he is here, he is alive, and when he wraps those strong arms around you, all those weeks of desperate longing is wiped away.

Rex’s hands smooth over your back as your face nuzzles into the crook of his neck. His hold on you is equally tight, squeezing you like if he didn’t, he’d wake up to the white skies of Hoth once again.

When you pull back, your hands fly to his face and graze the stubble peppering his jawline, a testament to how long he’s been gone. “I missed you, Rex,” you say, lips quivering because saying it aloud now that he’s back in your arms is very different to feeling it. Your eyes don’t leave his, and he seems content to do the same.

Rex can’t stop the grin that stretches his lips before he leans down to peck yours gently. “I missed you too,” he kisses you again, lingering just that much longer, “thought of you every day I was gone.”

He follows your gaze as you take him in, eyes travelling over his face, his neck and he can practically feel when you finally notice the dried blood disappearing down his collar, the scrape above his brow bone where his helmet failed to do its job. Rex knows you well enough to predict the second you’ll start fretting.

And fret, you do.

He regards you fondly as you start to usher him to sit, already turning to retrieve your supplies with the sole goal of patching him up. Only when you actually step away from him does he place warm but firm hands on your biceps, rooting you in place, a hair’s breadth away from his armoured chest.

“Come on, Rex, let me clean you up— I need to—” You begin to fumble with your words, thoughts rushing at you faster than you can get them out. “Let me make sure you’re okay, please?”

Rex’s heart constricts at the pleading in your voice. Your eyes are glassy as he runs a thumb over the furrow between your brows. “I’m okay, cyare, I swear,” he says, tugging you closer to rest his forehead against yours. Your shoulders sag in defeat, possibly exhaustion too – your heart’s been working double time.

“You can clean me up in a second,” he concedes, lips ghosting your forehead before he tucks your head under his chin. Neither of you see the way the other’s eyes flutter shut, revelling in how right it feels, despite standing in the middle of the deserted medbay.

“Just let me hold you for a while,” he sighs, feeling you nod beneath him. Both of you need this. You’re still reeling, in mild disbelief that all your wistful wishes have been heard and he’s actually back.

You stand like that long enough for your tears to dry, basking in the warmth you had both been missing since the second he’d stepped foot off the Resolute. You hum contentedly into his chest, aware that you’re no longer alone on Christmas.

Finally, Rex pulls back, tracing his gloved fingers down the side of your face. “What are you smiling at?” He questions, with an equally dopey grin. It’s a sickeningly sweet scene, one you’re glad only your eyes are privy to. Distantly, you wonder how Rex had known to come to the medbay.

“You, di’kut,” you murmur, stars filling your eyes with how unabashedly you’re staring up at him. Maybe it should concern you how easily your mood can flip with the mere presence of the man in front of you, but you truly can’t find it in yourself to care — you’re just so happy.

Rex looks away bashfully, a flush creeping up the exposed expanse of warm golden skin above his collar. He chuckles, a deep sound that makes your heart flutter, a near-Pavlovian response.

“Come on, cyare,” he says, taking your hand and pulling you back in the direction of your quarters. You let him, enthusiastically lacking in protest.

You watch Rex lead you down the winding halls, following the way he notices and admires the festive decorations adorning the walls. He chuckles at the 501st-coloured tinsel looped over a control panel. Rex listens dutifully as you fill him in on the activities he had missed while away. Midway through your vividly detailed retelling of Master Kenobi’s mortified face is when Rex goes still, his attention pulled elsewhere.

You follow his gaze and it doesn’t take long for him to drag you over to the arching doorway connecting the hangar to the rest of the ship. Rex steers and situates you with gentle determination; a man on a mission.

He laughs at your raised brow as your eyes flicker up to the spruce of mistletoe hanging overhead.

“This wasn’t here the last time I passed through.” You state questioningly, recalling your covert trek to the medbay.

Rex shrugs, gloved hand reaching up to rub the nape of his neck sheepishly, “Y’can probably thank Fives for this.”

You loop your arms around his neck with an incredulous giggle, “Rex, my love, you best believe I’m sending him my thanks and a gift basket for this.” Your lips trace over his as you speak, and watching his eyelashes flutter as he closes his eyes makes you thank the Maker for the thousandth time since he first returned.

Seasons don’t pass in space. Only now, you’re glad that time stands still aboard the Resolute, because that means you get to spend forever with your lips pressed to Rex’s.

When you break apart, Rex chases your kiss and punctuates it with one more, then another to your cheek. He memorises every detail of your face, not for the first time, mapping out your beauty and keeping it tucked away for the next time he inevitably has to leave once again.

Though, as you smile up at him and murmur a sweet “merry Christmas, Rex”, all thoughts of leaving are gone just as fast as they had come.

“I promised I’d be home in time, didn’t I?”

You have half a mind to call it a Christmas miracle.

#sw secret santa 2021 #MERRY CHRISTMAS MY LOVES I MISSED U GUYS #captain rex #captain rex x reader #captain rex oneshot #rex x reader #tcw #star wars #star wars x reader #star wars oneshot #star wars imagine

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pentowrite-wingstofly · 2 years

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A secret santa gift for @ewanmcgregorismyhomeboy12! Happy holidays! I intended this as a Modern AU but it could also be taken as a no-Order 66 AU. I hope I was close enough to the prompts. 😬 Enjoy~

(Big thanks to @starwarsfandomfests for hosting this event!)

okay I admit I was a little heavy on the cliché for this piece

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“Goobnormng.”

Cody pulled the blankets higher over his shoulder. “What?”

Obi-Wan blinked blearily as he lifted his head from their pillow. “I said, good morning.”

Cody laughed. “Okay, good morning to you too.” He pulled Obi-Wan closer and prepared to go back to sleep.

His husband squirmed. “Have to get up.”

“Why?” he asked, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

“It’s Christmas! You can’t have forgotten,” Obi-Wan accused. “We have things to do; the Skywalkers will be here for lunch, and everyone else is coming for Christmas dinner. Anakin promised to vanquish you in your ugly sweater contest.” A smile played around the corners of Obi-Wan’s mouth. “Why don’t you get a sweater with a picture of him on it?”

“‘Bond with your stepson,’ they said, ‘it’ll be fun,’ they said.” Cody rolled over and tried to hide under a quilt. “It’s too early. It’s still dark outside.”

“Only a little!” protested Obi-Wan.

Cody turned over again to trap Obi-Wan in a tight hug. “Why don’t we spend our first married Christmas in bed the whole day?”

“Tempting, but we have to get up. For our family.”

Cody didn’t budge.

“I’ll build a fire,” coaxed Obi-Wan. “And make hot chocolate.”

Everyone in the family knew Obi-Wan made the best hot chocolate. Ever. And how could Cody resist those puppy eyes? (He couldn’t.) “Fine,” he grumbled.

Obi-Wan broke into a smile and dropped a kiss on his husband’s cheek, before hopping out of bed (letting in a draft) and throwing clothes on. He was already singing a Christmas carol by the time he walked out the door.

Cody felt himself roll his eyes fondly. “I married a dork.”

Obi-Wan stuck his head back inside the bedroom. “I love you too!”

By the time Cody made his way outside, a fire was crackling in the fireplace and a pot of hot chocolate was bubbling on the stove. He put some bread in the toaster, then hugged Obi-Wan from behind. “Morning.”

Obi-Wan leaned back into Cody. “Welcome to the land of the living.” He pressed a bow onto a neatly wrapped parcel. “Do you think Ahsoka will like fuzzy socks?”

“She’ll love anything from Uncle Obi,” said Cody, filling two mugs with hot chocolate. “Come on.”

Obi-Wan followed him into the living room, then proceeded to ignore the mostly empty sofa and seat himself half in Cody’s lap.

“Cuddlebug,” Cody teased, raising absolutely no resistance to Obi-Wan’s nestling.

Obi-Wan looked up from his shoulder, already swathed in a throw blanket. “Are you complaining, my dear?”

“Of course not,” Cody replied coyly. “In fact, one could argue that you should be closer.”

Obi-Wan laughed and clinked their mugs together. He snuggled closer, and they fell into comfortable silence.

“This is nice,” Cody said softly after a few minutes. The fire was warm, his mug was warm, and Obi-Wan was warm. Cody twined his fingers through Obi-Wan’s. (Obi-Wan’s hands were not warm.)

“It is,” Obi-Wan agreed. “Merry Christmas, darling.”

Cody kissed him. Obi-Wan tasted of hot chocolate and something that might’ve been peppermint lip balm. As always, he smelled of tea leaves.

“I love you,” he whispered against Obi-Wan’s lips.

Obi-Wan pressed their foreheads together. “I love you, too.”

#em writes #secret santa #technically 40 min late #I'm sorry 😭#sw secret santa 2021 #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan

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catsnkooks · 2 years

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Tradition

pairing: codywan

word count: 798

rating: g

warnings: none just fluff!!

a/n: just a little treat for @glimmerglanger for the @starwarsfandomfests secret santa! i hope you enjoy!

here it is on ao3

Obi-Wan fiddled nervously with the sleeves of his sweater as Cody pulled their car up to his family home. The view outside of the windows was gorgeous—rolling hills covered in trees that were also covered with a light dusting of snow—but Obi-Wan couldn’t focus on that.

Cody sighed from the driver’s seat, giving him a light smile. “It’ll be fine, cyare.”

Obi-Wan sighed with him. “I know, dear, I'm just nervous. You were nervous, too, when you met my side earlier.” Thathad been interesting. He nearly thought Cody was going to pass out when his grandfather shook his hand.

Cody grumbled something he couldn’t hear. “There’s no reason to be nervous. You’ve met Rex and Ta’tad before, and my dad promised he’d be nice.”

Obi-wan chuckled. “I think I'm most worried about Boba since you’re his favorite.”

Cody shrugged. “He was promised he could open one present early if he was on his best behavior. So, we’ll see.”

Obi-Wan smiled and returned his attention outside the window, gnawing on his lip. Cody pulled their car up beside a few others outside of the garage and parked it. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he opened his door and followed Cody to the front door with their presents in their arms.

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Obi-Wan sat beside Cody on the couch while they watched his youngest brother, Boba, tear into the largest present he had as a reward for not scaring away Obi-Wan. He smiled and leaned into Cody’s arms as Boba shouted in excitement and showed off his new gaming console. Cody had been right, of course—everything had been fine, and Cody’s family had been nothing but warm and welcoming to him. But Obi-Wan just couldn’t help but worry, especially since they were taking a big step so early in their relationship.

Considering they had yet to kiss, and they were already meeting the family.

But Obi-Wan didn’t mind that. He knew he truly cared about Cody and that Cody cared about him, so he was more than willing to take big steps when they were ready.

One of Cody’s brothers, Bly, sat across from them with his wife, bouncing their fussing nine-month-old daughter on his knee. Cody’s twin, Rex, had been roped into helping Boba set up his new gaming console with their younger cousins. His older brother, Ta’tad, was in the dining room with his twin and their father, setting up the food for dinner. It was homely here if a little overwhelming.

Cody must have noticed that he was overwhelmed as he tightened his arm around him and leaned close. “Want to go outside? It’s quieter out there.”

Obi-Wan gave him a grateful smile and followed him outside and onto the porch. The sun had dipped below the horizon, and it was quite chilly, but he didn’t mind. His hand held in Cody’s was warm enough. Cody dusted off the smattering of snow on the porch swing and sat, pulling Obi-Wan down with him. Obi-Wan sighed and leaned again into his embrace.

“I should have warned you,” Cody said. “My family can be a bit loud at times.”

Obi-Wan laughed. “I don’t mind. They all seem like they love each other, even if they are loud.” He relaxed into Cody’s hold, looking out over the porch. The lights twinkled along the railing and the snowman decoration Cody had told him was a family heirloom waved out into the yard.

Obi-Wan let his eyes wander up to the ceiling of the porch as he lay his head on Cody’s shoulder. Then, he noticed the small bunch of mistletoe hanging above them. With reddened cheeks, he turned to Cody, pointing out the plant.

Cody scoffed. “Oh, that’s probably one of Fives’s pranks. We don’t have to; I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

Obi-Wan’s cheeks warmed, this time not from embarrassment, but Cody’s consideration. He bit his lip, finally deciding to take that first big step. “Oh, but it’s tradition!”

Cody looked down at him, momentarily startled, before his eyes brightened in understanding. He returned Obi-Wan’s smile, leaning close. “Well, since it’s tradition.” Then, he cupped Obi-Wan’s chin and brought their lips together in their first kiss.

Obi-Wan internally chastised himself for not kissing Cody sooner. He was such a wonderful kisser—firm, but delicate, willing to take the lead, but waiting for Obi-Wan to eagerly respond to him. He almost regretted it when he pulled away, but now, he knew he could ask Cody for a kiss whenever he wanted it.

Obi-Wan’s cheeks warmed again, and he shyly ducked his head. “Thank you.”

Cody tilted his head up and smiled at him. “You’re welcome. I think we should observe this tradition every year.”

Obi-Wan grinned. “I think so, too.”

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