Snips and Skyguy One Shots

Cuddling

i have two requests to write, but im doing this first because i saw something on tumblr and it put me in my feels (something about how small people love being hugged by tall people, and tall people love hugging small people, so you know where this is going)

so enjoy this VERY mushy gushy, sappy, self-indulgent cuddle fic

ft. bby kanan and mama depa

Caleb was the first to fall asleep between the two Padawans. He had subconsciously tucked himself under Depa's arm, and she had been quick to reach up, ruffling his hair gently as he quietly snored into her shoulder.

Ahsoka tried her hardest not to giggle at the sight of her friend- she knew that Master Billaba was not as lenient as Anakin when it came to joking around or teasing. But when she turned to see her own master grinning fondly, she decided that it was alright for her to follow suit.

As the two masters spoke, it didn't take very long before Ahsoka felt her own eyes growing very heavy. The bench of the cafeteria table she and Anakin were sitting across from Depa and Caleb on suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

She looked up at Anakin, who was currently laughing at something that Depa must have said. Without even looking at her, he dragged his arm back a few inches, inviting her to snuggle up to him. She scooted closer until they were touching, shyly turning her head into his ribs as he brought an arm around her stomach.

"It was very nice to talk to you, Master Skywalker, but I believe that it is time to get our Padawans off to bed." Depa dipped her head before picking Caleb up bridal style. He squished his face into her neck as she carried him out of the cafeteria.

"'Soka," Anakin whispered, squeezing her side. He leaned down to rest his chin on one of her montrals. "'Soka, I know you're awake."

She didn't budge.

"I'll still carry you if you're awake," he offered. Her face broke into a smile, and he laughed in response. "I knew that would get you."

"'m tired, Master," she sighed, her voice slurred.

"I know, I know," he replied, turning sideways so he could pick her up. "Just lift your arms up, okay?"

"No, you'll tickle me, you liar," she mumbled.

"I promise I won't. Don't you trust me?"

"No."

Anakin sighed, shaking his head. He hooked his arms under her armpits, standing her up on the floor.

She fell forward, arms wrapping around his waist as her droopy eyelids fell closed. Anakin grunted with the effort of lifting her up against him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs swinging awkwardly into his.

"Just go to sleep, Snips," he whispered as she shuffled her head around on his shoulder, trying to get comfortable.

"Okay," she murmured into his neck, finally laying her head down.

"Alright," he said, hoisting her up once before exiting the cafeteria.

His knees knocked into her feet with each step, and Force, she was tiny. He had known this already, of course, but somehow it didn't register just how small she was in comparison to him until she was snugly pressed up against him.

Then again, it had to be factored in that he was even taller than Obi-Wan, so maybe she was average-sized, and he was just tall.

Either way, he still couldn't help but smile as her breaths tickled his neck. Whether she really was tiny or not, he felt like he was carrying his own daughter, and perhaps he was.