#So are zoochberries

[tolkienreader1996]

Polls already done: drink menu, appetizers, main courses, kids menu

Please reblog so other people can order food

[intergalactic-padawan]

hi! can you maybe do a cute/fluffy story of ezra surprises y/n on a date (and maybe a kiss)? I would love to see this!

Stressed out

Requested: yes!

Warnings: does being tired from work count?

A/N: ah, the random knowledge you find on the wookiepedia rabbitholes... I may have a very good understanding of cake in the galaxy ffa now. This was so nice to write, kinda different from what I usually do but I guess you'll be the judges of the final product hahaha

Pronouns of reader: she/her

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To say that your morning had been disapointing was a serious understatement.

A few months ago, when rebel command offered you a position as an intelligenge analyst, you felt honoured at the opportunity to make a bigger difference and help even more with your big ideas.

Today, however, was just another frustrating attempt at getting to see some action, even after you gathered all the intel and designed the entire course of action. They always insisted on giving the mission to someone else.

-"nothing?" - Ezra asks as you step into the hall of the rebel base on Yavin IV, where you'd taken that frustration out on some innocent pillows from your bed moments before.

-"I'm seriously starting to loose hope, Ezra"

-"What did they say this time?"

-"The usual 'Thank you for the suggstion. We'll take it under advisement'."

-"That's an improvment! Last time they said 'no, and that's final'"

-"If you ask me, i think they're just trying to find different ways to let me down easily"

-"Well...at least you tried?" - he takes your hand trying to comfort you, and you sigh as he leads you two outside for some fresh air.

-"It feels like 'trying' is all i've been doing lately. What is it that Kanan said once? Do or do not-"

-"there is no try" - he finishes with a smile - "it was actually Master Yoda who said it first, i think?"

-"The point is, if even Jedi wisdom says I should be doing more than trying, there's got to be something i can do to get my hands dirty for once"

-"Jedi wisdom would also tell you to be patient, young one" - he puts on a serious face only to break out a grin afterwards, and you laugh at his efforts to try and cheer you up.

-"we're the same age, Ezra" - you say through giggles

-"Thank the Force. Or else I wouldn't be able to do this" - he spins you and brings your face closer, planting a kiss on your lips you're more than happy to reciprocate. For a moment, you let your worries escape as his company makes it a bit easier to relax.

It doesn't last long though, as you hear a robotic voice call from behind you:

-"Excuse me, commander bridger" - the droid you recognize as AP-5 looks like he would give you an eyeroll if he could - "but captain Syndulla requests your presence immediately at hangar 4. So if you are quite done with your lip-sucking we should leave at once."

You can't help but snort at what he computed a kiss as. 'Lip-sucking is one way to describe it, I guess'

-"Sorry, I have to go now"- Ezra doesn't know weither to laugh as well or scold the droid for interrupting like that - "but I'll see you at 8?"

-"what happens at 8?"

-"we go on a date. You need to relax a little, do something fun!"

You don't get a chance to reply, as he's being dragged away in a hurry by AP-5. Normally you'd object, saying you had too much work, but now it didn't seem like a bad idea; it's not like you had a mission to go to, anyway.

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-"I'm not sure we're authorized to be here right now" - you whisper, but he hushes you while opening the double doors and turning on the light.

Baking.

This was his idea of a fun time.

But, if his intention was to take your mind off of work, he was certainly on the right path: you would be too worried with not getting caught by anyone at that hour (the kitchen was supposed to be closed, you see) and not burning anything you made to a crisp to even think about anything else.

-"c'mon, let's put our baking skills to the test!" - he starts going through the drawers until the supplies are finally found.

-"Ezra, you can't put to the test what you don't have"

-"Hey, speak for yourself! Chef Bridger is always ready to prepare you a delicious meal."

-"and what will chef bridger be making today, huh?"- you try, but can't stop the smile growing on your face

-"let's see, uhhh" - he skims throuhg a book until his eye lands on the dessert section -"how about... some hotcakes?"

-"hmm, lemme see" - you read rhrough the instructions when he hands you the book -"oh, so it's like a pancake. Sounds easy enough."

-"A panna cake? Those are next page, i think."

-"No, not those. Pancakes." - you smile and put the book on the counter, starting to set the ingredients aside - "it's a famous food where i come from. Though panna cakes are quite similar."

-"Huh, can't say i ever tried it. Now you'll have to make some for me" - he shoots you a sly grin and recieves paper towels on the face in return.

-"Aha, no way, mister. You're helping me" - you turn around, gesturing for him to help you with the apron.

-"Alright, since you insist," - he fumbles with it for a while, but gives you a quick smooch once he's done -"I'll stay here with you. But only if I get mine with zoochberries"

-"as you wish, sir"

-"and please, don't call me mister or sir." - he chuckes and shoves a tall chef hat, posing ridiculously for you to snort.

- "The name's Bridger. Chef Bridger"

[ladykatakuri]

I did some baking today because... well sometimes you just have to bake right? Chocolate Chip cookies, Fudge Orange taste and Fudge Apple taste. Before I already made some more Cavaellin Spice cookies and tomorrow it is time ot make some Golden Lichen Tuile, after that it is time to package and sent and perhaps sneak a little bite here and there. The Zoochberrie pie was done last week but it looks yummy so I am just adding that picture for the fun of it !

[tlcwrites]

Worth It

Summary:

Poe would never, ever forget how his mom had squeezed him ever so slightly tighter, dropped a kiss to his messy curls, and sighed, almost to herself, “This is what makes it all worth it.”

Now, on the other side of his own war, his own child snuggled securely on his lap, Poe gets it.

Word Count: 1226

Tags/Warnings: Dad!Poe; Poe Dameron/Fem Reader; pregnancy; Family Dameron adorableness out the wazoo; sooooo much fluff. 

Author’s Note: So this happened because my 3-year-old son’s favorite thing to do is ‘play’ Minecraft with his dad. He will snuggle with my husband, both of them staring at that stupid computer for hours, and my husband loves it just as much as our son. Today was no exception. They got ‘creepered’ and I’m telling you, there is nothing like the sound of a toddler belly laughing to make your day better. Of course, because #me, I couldn’t stop thinking about Poe sharing his favorite hobby with his own kid. So here you go. I apologize for the typos because I wrote this in about thirty minutes, but I make no apologies for the cavities that may or may not result from consuming this fluff.

*I know there’s something about Poe’s earliest memory of flying with Shara in the Flight Log, but my copy isn’t getting here until Sunday and I was too impatient to get this done to wait for the details, so any discrepancies with canon are my fault and tbh IDGAF.

Poe’s not entirely certain what his earliest memory of his mom is; he’s pretty sure it was the first time Shara took him past atmo into space, but it’s hard to trust a toddler’s memory. Regardless, he knows his favorite.

He was four, and Shara had taken him up in her beloved RZ-1 A-wing interceptor. It wasn’t anywhere near the first time he’d flown with her, perched on her lap, her helmet completely swallowing his head but loving every second of ‘piloting’ the fighter. They flew together most days. Just keeping an eye on the neighborhood, Shara would say, with a wink for her son and a laugh as she pressed a kiss to Kes�� cheek as they clomped back into the house, breathless and euphoric from being airborne.

But that time was special. That time, Shara had woken him up before the dawn and bundled him in her worn green flight jacket, whispering that she had a surprise for him. He remembers waving to his dad, silhouetted by the porch light as the A-wing took flight, rising into the pre-dawn sky.

That was the first morning Poe had ever watched the sun rise from the air. He remembers every detail; from the condensation on the canopy of the ship, to the way the sunlight had slowly filtered over the mountains surrounding the Dameron homestead. It was breathtaking. To a four-year-old, it was life altering. And Poe would never, ever forget how his mom had squeezed him ever so slightly tighter, dropped a kiss to his messy curls, and sighed, almost to herself, “This is what makes it all worth it.”

Now, on the other side of his own war, his own child snuggled securely on his lap, Poe gets it.

Beka Dameron squeals with delight as the X-Wing bursts through the cloud cover, those same mountains still steadfast guardians around her grandfather’s ranch. Poe can’t help his grin. His daughter’s glee is infectious.

“What do you think, babygirl?” he asks the two-year-old, leaning forward and blowing a raspberry on her cheek. She giggles and he beams. “Should we chase the sunrise and bring it home to Mama?”

“Woop, Daddy!” Beka smacks the flight stick with a chubby fist. “Go woop-woop!”

“Alright, princess, one loop-loop comin’ right up.” Poe flicks a switch and drops a kiss on Beka’s curly mop. “Beebee, you heard the lady!”

From the astromech socket, BB-8 chirps their approval of this plan. Granted, there’s very little the droid wouldn’t do for any of the Damerons, but Beka’s wishes are BB’s commands.

It’s a split second, as his daughter laughs and the sunrise hits the mountain ridge just right, in the stillness before he spins the fighter into motion, that Poe is struck by the strongest sense of deja vu. His throat is suddenly tight and he has to blink rapidly because his eyes are abruptly watery.

This is what makes it all worth it.

Yeah, he definitely gets it.

Tightening his arm around his daughter, Poe whoops. Beka echoes his joyful cry, and the fighter leaps towards the dawn.

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On the ground, you watch the X-wing formerly known as Black One as it dips in and out of view through the clouds. You’re positive you can hear your daughter’s giggles from where you stand, as well as her father’s throaty laugh.

Behind you, the kitchen door opens.

“How long have they been up there?” Kes asks, joining you on the porch.

“Not long.” You smile at your father-in-law. “Poe wanted to see the sunrise.”

“He’s his mother’s son, that’s for sure,” he says with an affectionate chuckle, handing you a steaming cup of nysillim tea. “Always in a better mood after starting the day in the air.”

You accept the mug with murmured thanks, both of you watching contentedly as the fighter appears once more below the morning haze.

It’s barely a moment before Poe is expertly landing the fighter in the clearing behind the house. Kes takes your mug before he helps you off the porch, and you both stroll to the makeshift flight pad. The first streams of morning light start to break through the clouds as the ship powers down.

“Mama!” Beka hollers the second the canopy lifts. “Mama, Bee bwaught you sunshine!”

“Yeah, Mama,” Poe echos, carefully tossing the toddler down into Kes’ waiting arms. Beka’s joyful shriek makes everyone smile even bigger. “Had to chase some of those clouds off.”

You laugh as Beka flops backwards in Kes’ arms, her curls dangling as she hangs upside down. You bend to kiss her forehead. “You did great, honey. Did you fly Daddy’s ship for him?”

“Yeah!” Beka giggles. “We did woop-woops!”

You turn to your husband as he scrambles down the flight ladder. “Is that so?”

“Princess, we talked about this.” Poe tickles Beka with one hand, wrapping his other arm around your shoulders. “What happens in the cockpit stays in the cockpit.”

“Oh really?” you murmur quietly.

Poe winks at you. “All woop-woops were conducted under the strictest of safety procedures, Lieutenant. General’s honor.”

BB-8, now freed from the fighter, whistles knowingly.

You raise an eyebrow.

Poe glares at the droid. “Traitor.”

“How about some Iktotch toast for breakfast?” Kes asks Beka, smoothly changing the topic before you and Poe can get going. “Pop’s got zoochberry syrup!”

Beka nearly leaps out of her grandfather’s arms. “ZOOBURYS.”

Laughing, Kes leads the way back to the farmhouse, BB-8 trailing the pair of them like a puppy. As you go to follow, Poe tugs gently on your hand, holding you back.  

“You know I’d never put her in danger, right?” he asks quietly.

“Oh, Poe.” You bring a hand up to card your fingers through his hair, and he leans into your palm with a contented sigh. “Of course I know that.”

“Just making sure.” He smiles, that half smirk that is your absolute favorite. “How are you feeling?”

You take his hand and position it carefully on the swollen rise of your belly. “She’s been dancing this morning.”

“Yeah?” It only takes a moment before his eyes widen and he lets out a bark of laughter as a foot connects soundly with his palm. “She’s so strong!”

“I’m aware,” you intone wryly. “This one’s got your sass already.”

He laughs again, wisely not arguing (because it’s not like you’re wrong), instead pulling you into his arms and kissing you soundly. You stand as the sky glows from pink to blue, wrapped in each other in the early morning air, until something small hits your legs.

“DADDY. MAMA.” Beka makes the universal toddler sign for ‘up’. “Eye-tot toast! Papa says now!”

“Okay, okay, princess!” Releasing you with one last kiss to your temple, Poe scoops up your daughter, tossing her into the air before settling her on his shoulders. Grinning at you, he wraps his arm back around your shoulders, tugging you securely into his side. “Team Dameron is on the move.”

Beka’s giggles echo through the clearing as you make your way up the gentle rise towards the house. And with his wife and his daughter in his arms, and another kid on the way, Poe can’t help that tightness in his throat again. He’s not even aware of the smile on his face.

This is what makes it all worth it.

Boy, if that’s not the truth.

[ironhoshi]

#1 lava bowl was probably the fic that got me into jangobi, so thanks! ^-^ 2# i just got the Galaxy's edge cookbook because I saw the stew on your blog and thought it looked good and I'm glad I did! I /think/ spiced Kaf is a canon mandalorian thing (or mega fannon) and they've got a recipe for that in there. I will report back if it's good/eh/terrible as decaf.

...I’m sorry, what? I just-

My lava bowl got you into Jangobi? Hi. My face is like super red right now. Iamsohappytohearthatbutwhaaaaaaaaaaaat?

Also, yes, that cookbook is surprisingly great. I have Zoochberry Surprise up next to make...just need to actually do so. I was super lazy this weekend and didn’t cook anything epic. 

Please let me know how it is decaf!!!! I may make fun of decaf, but fun fact about me is I can’t drink caffeine after noon or I get insomnia. Sometimes I want a hot drink at night....which means I need decaf things. 

[luckymacgregor]

Anakin Headcanons

- He was small — very small — for his age due to his status as a slave on a desert planet and the scarcity of nutritious food that came with it. He did eventually catch up once he left Tatooine and had access to better food at the Jedi Temple, and even towered over most of his peers by the time he reached his teenage years.

- In the aftermath of Geonosis, when Padmé almost died from an infection from the gouges on her back and he almost died after losing his arm, Anakin knew he couldn’t lose her again and asked her to marry him as he sat by her hospital bed.

- He loves the bleachy smell of freshly washed sheets and will straight up nosedive into Padmé‘s bed as soon as her handmaidens put clean linens on the bed.

- He’s constantly cold, especially in space, and sleeps in a set of flannel pajamas, wool socks, heavy fleece sheets and no less than three quilts and an electric blanket.

- As a slave child, he was subject to horrific abuse — including beatings and electrocution. He’s lost consciousness more times than he can count. As a result, he has epilepsy. He’s only told Obi-Wan and Padmé about this, and they were the only ones to see Anakin have a seizure for the longest time. It’s pretty well controlled with medication.

- Ahsoka unwittingly found out about it one day during a mission, when Anakin forgot to take his medication. She still regards it as one of the scariest moments of her life, and actually cried as Obi-Wan gave him his emergency medication to stop it. After that, she put an alarm on her comlink to remind Anakin to take his pills.

- He’s a champion of the illegal racing circuits on Coruscant, and somewhat of a celebrity in the lower levels.

- He loves blue milk. LOVES it. He will wake up at two a.m. and sneak down to the cafeteria at the Temple to drink cartons upon cartons of it. Plain, chocolate, zoochberry, it doesn’t matter. It got so bad that Master Yoda himself told the cafeteria workers to keep it hidden.

- He’ll carry Padmé back to her office if her feet hurt after standing during a long day at the Senate. Bail Organa, Onoconda Farr and Mon Mothma have all seen this multiple times, and they find it amusing as hell.

- He loves showering at Padme’s place for two reasons: it’s one of the few times he can get a nice, long hot water shower and he secretly loves using all of her expensive, good smelling body washes and shampoos.

[otterandterrierwrites]

{Hungry hearts} VIII. Zoochberry pie and eggnog

A/N: I didn’t have time to read this twice so I don’t even know. I’ll edit it better eventually! First fic of the year, enjoy!

There was a bunch of strange-looking weeds tied up with string hanging from the ceiling above Leia’s workstation that morning. As rebels from the night shift left and others came in, she called out to them. ‘Who put this here?’

A few heads turned her way and shrugged. Frowning, she took a closer look. The leaves were long, thin and dark green, with sharp tips. Nestled amongst them were clusters of tiny, translucent blueish-white berries.

She had never seen this kind of plant. She didn’t dare touch it in case it was poisonous (it was unlikely that it was part of a double-agent’s scheme to kill her, as she doubted they would be quite this stupid—but one could never be sure). Leia didn’t want to cut it down and throw it away lest she disrespect someone’s tradition that she hadn’t heard of yet (but nobody seemed to be able to enlighten her). It was far enough above her head that Leia could easily sit down and get to work without worrying about it touching her or getting in her field of vision, so that was what she ended up doing.

Through the morning, newcomers who would walk or stop by Leia’s station asked her about the mysterious bouquet with curiosity, to the point she considered sticking a sign to it that said “I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THIS SO DON’T ASK”. Others looked at it and then her with what she’d recognized as sympathy, perhaps believing it was an Alderaanian ritual she was observing, but said nothing. A couple of them sniggered as if it was a private joke, but were gone before she could get it out of them.

At noon, the mystery was solved… by none other than Han Solo.

‘Will you look at that , Princess!’ he said dramatically as he strode up to her station.

Leia took her headphones off and gave him a withering look before repeating a well-honed sentence: ‘It was here when I got in this morning, I don’t know what it is or who put it there, but you’re free to take it down.’

‘You don’t know what it is, huh?’ he asked, his smile smug enough that it let her know that he did know what the wildlife decoration was about.

She shook her head, looking back at her screens. ‘I don’t, and unless you want to tell me in as few words as possible, I’ll go back to work if that’s all.’

Unfazed, he leaned against her console and pointed at the hanging bouquet. ‘That right there is needle blossom from Kashyyyk.’

‘What’s it doing here?’

‘Well, Wookiees hang them around for Life Day.’

‘So Chewie put this here? Is it Life Day today?’ Leia asked, her curiosity piqued.

‘Yeah, today’s Life Day,’ he said, ignoring the first question. Han opened his mouth but Leia cut him off.

‘Tell him thank you,’ she said, gesturing at the plants. ‘I’ll go wish him a happy Life Day myself later… unless that goes against the customs for the occasion? Should I get him anything?’

Han waved a hand at her impatiently. ‘Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it. So this…’ He reached out a finger to poke at the waxy berries. ‘Accordin’ to Life Day tradition, anyone who’s standin’ under needle blossom has to get a kiss for good luck.’

Leia looked brusquely up at him, narrowing her eyes. ‘Oh, really?’

‘Yup,’ he replied, examining the bouquet with apparent interest.

‘Seems to me the tradition has been rigged, since I didn’t see needle blossom hanging anywhere else.’

Han shrugged. ‘I don’t make the rules.’

‘Are you sure about that?’ she muttered darkly. Standing up, she stepped away from the ornament. ‘I’m off to lunch.’

‘Don’t mind if I do,’ Han said, following her.

‘Oh, but I do.’

‘Hey, I just came to warn you!’ Han said, holding up his hands as he walked next to her. ‘You know, if you refuse a kiss, you get bad luck for seven years—’

‘Yeah? I’ll take my chances.’

‘—so lotsa people are going to want to kiss you just to spare you from that awful fate—’

‘I’m sure they will.’

‘—but if you get just one kiss, you’re safe, and they’ll leave you alone,’ Han finished.

‘Maybe I should ask Luke and get it over with, then,’ Leia said, stopping dead on her tracks. ‘Or Wedge. Or—’

‘Or you could get it over with right now, Princess,’ Han said, pointing upwards. Leia’s eyes followed his finger and she groaned: hanging from the hatch of the corridor they were about to exit was another bunch of needle blossom. She took a quick leap forward and kept walking.

‘ Or , it’s only appropriate that I ask Chewie to do the honours, since it’s his tradition,’ she said as if nothing had happened.

‘Would you rather kiss a Wookiee?’ he yelled after her before continuing his pursuit.

‘So if this is an actual holiday, how come it’s the first time I’m hearing about it?’ Leia asked, since she couldn’t shake him off. ‘You two have been here for nearly three years.’

‘That’s ‘cos it’s celebrated every three years.’

Leia raised an eyebrow at him over her shoulder.

‘If you’re making this up, you can stop.’

‘I’m not! Came all the way here to invite you to the Falcon tonight, you can ask Chewie yourself if you don’t believe me,’ Han said, giving her a mock wounded look.

Before she could answer, a series of things happened in rapid succession.

‘Look out, Princess!’ Wes Janson exclaimed, jumping into her path. He thrusted a long branch at her and something dangled above her head. Leia instinctively jumped back, crashing into Han. His arms shot up to hold her steady—then, she looked up and saw the tied up sprouts of needle blossom mocking her from above.

Leia pushed Han away and glowered at him and Janson in turns. She addressed the Rogue pilot first, adjusting her tone to a controlled, biting iciness.

‘If you or anyone else pull anything like that again, I'll be sure to make a recommendation for you to be reassigned to janitor duties. Understood, soldier?’

‘Aye, ma'am,’ Janson said, looking abashed, before hurrying away.

‘And you ,’ Leia said, turning around to face Han and poking a sharp finger to his chest. I don’t care about any tradition; you try and get me to kiss you under those things again and I will kick your ass.’

There was something on Han’s face for a split second that Leia didn’t register; it was not an expression of contrition (she wasn’t sure Han was capable of such a thing), fright, dismay or embarrassment. It could be close to shock, amazement even, but there was something about his eyes…

It lasted only a moment, seemingly escaping Han’s control before he rearranged his features into his signature I-did-nothing-wrong-it-wasn’t-my-fault face.

‘I dunno what you’re talkin’ about, sweetheart, I was just tryin’ to be helpful here!’

Without another word, Leia turned on her heel to resume her walk to the mess hall.

‘So you comin’ tonight?’

His voice sounded like he’d started following her again but was choosing to remain a few paces behind.

‘I don’t think I will,’ Leia said, her voice heavy with sarcasm.

‘Why not?’

‘Because it sounds like an ambush and I’m not in the mood for games.’

‘I swear on the Falcon , it’s not a trap. Luke’s comin’ too, you can come together.’

Leia considered that. If this was an actual celebration that was important to Chewbacca, she didn’t want to dismiss it. She liked Chewie, and she knew how much it hurt to observe traditions and holidays when you were far away from home. She could ask Luke about it, and if he was going, she would too.

‘I can and will beat you up, you understand that?’ Leia said, turning back to face him.

‘Oh, I know,’ Han said, and there was that look again.

She took a couple of steps backwards, levelling a serious, studious look at him as he stood in the middle of the hallway with his thumbs hooked in his belt.

Finally, she turned around and left. He didn’t follow her this time.

It was a relief to find out that, as insufferable as Han had been that morning, he hadn’t been lying about Life Day. What she hadn’t expected when she arrived with Luke to the makeshift landing the Millennium Falcon was on, was the sight of several people milling around the freighter, chatting, with drinks in their hands. She had thought Han’s invitation was for a quiet dinner, just him, Chewie, Luke and Leia, but the closer they got, the closer this gathering resembled a party.

Luke looked just as confused.

‘Did you know there was going to be this many people?’ she asked.

‘No, I thought it’d be just us, like usual!’

Leia spotted Chewie, towering above a knot of rebels, and made a beeline for him.

‘Hi, Chewie,’ she said, patting his elbow to catch his attention. With a friendly growl, he bent down to give her a hug. ‘Happy Life Day! I had no idea there was going to be a party and everything!’

‘There wasn’t.’

Han was walking down the ramp behind them, carrying a big bowl of hubba chips and a pitcher. He set them down on top of a crate, next to a container of spicy warra nuts, and approached Leia and Chewie.

‘These assholes eavesdropped me an’ Chewie talkin’ about the eggnog and invited themselves over,’ he said.

‘Eggnog?’ What’s that?’ Luke asked, joining them.

‘Eggs, milk, sugar, rum an’ spices,’ Han said. He grabbed the pitcher, which had already been emptied down to half, and poured two cups for Luke and Leia.

Leia looked at the creamy drink and took a sip. Evening was falling, and in the tundra region where this base was settled it meant the temperature had already dropped several degrees. The eggnog was smooth, tasty and warmed Leia from the inside.

‘Nice,’ Luke said enthusiastically.

‘Chewie, is it true you only celebrate Life Day every three years?’ Leia asked.

‘[Three years is what it takes for a wroshyr tree to give out their old roots to us. We eat them in a ceremony to help our spirit find their way back to the Tree of Life, from which all life on Kashyyyk began],’ Chewie explained, with Han making the necessary translations when Leia or Luke’s understanding of Shyriiwook failed.

‘So that’s what Life Day celebrates? The Tree of Life?’ Luke asked.

‘[It celebrates all of Kashyyyk’s lifeforms. We remember those who have died and honour the young who will carry on our legacy].’ There was a tinge of sadness in the last of Chewie’s growls. Han patted him on the back.

‘You’re supposed to go back to Kashyyyk to celebrate,’ he explained, ‘but I haven’t been able to take Chewie since the Empire tightened security on the planet. This is the second one we miss, right pal?’

Leia was about to ask what did he mean by “we”, but in that moment, someone yelled ‘Let me get Han’s sabacc cards!’

‘Wait a minute, don’t just go takin’ stuff from my ship!’ Han shouted back, and he was gone.

Luke laughed, and soon he left to join a group of his fellow Rogues, leaving Leia and Chewie alone.

‘You can tell me now,’ she said to the Wookiee. ‘That thing about kissing under needle blossom, Han made it up. Didn’t he?’

Chewie whined and looked away.

‘Please?’

A chuckle, then, baring his teeth at her.

‘[How can I say no to those cute little eyes of yours? You don’t give anyone a chance, Princess.]’ Leia laughed once her brain made sense of the Wookiee’s words. He spoke slowly for her benefit. ‘[It is a tradition, Han did not lie on this. But he asked me to tell you that I was the one who hung it over your space. It was not me.]’

Leia didn’t need to ask who it was.

Han came back with his sabacc set, more eggnog and the reminder that his ship was not Rebel Alliance property and therefore anyone who wasn’t him or Chewie should keep their hands and feet off her if they liked their natural shape.

As the evening wore off, Leia found herself joining a couple of rounds of sabacc, then choosing to watch from the sidelines when the gambling started. Chewie shared more Life Day traditions—Leia rarely saw him being this talkative around so many people, especially when not half of them understood his language—and eventually, the rebels started sharing stories about similar holidays from their own homeworlds.

She was leaning against the hull of the Falcon , watching pensievely at the gamblers, hugging herself to stop the chill from creeping in, when Han slid up next to her.

‘Cold, Princess?’ he asked.

‘A little. Did you lose?’

‘On purpose,’ he said, giving her a wink. ‘You weren’t payin’ much attention, I see.’

He took off his jacket and offered it to her. ‘Here. You can borrow it.’

Leia looked at it, a bit stunned. ‘Are you sure? Won't you be cold?’

Han waved her off. ‘Unless you don't want my rags, take it.’

She put it on, the sleeves falling past her hands. It smelled distinctly of Han. She couldn’t have described it, or picked apart the components of the Han Solo Scent, but she knew one thing for sure: it was kind of arousing.

‘Why would you lose on purpose?’ Leia asked, trying to force her cheeks into cooling off.

‘Well, tell you the truth, this is nice and all,’ he said, nodding at the gathering, ‘and looks like Chewie’s enjoyin’ himself, but it wasn’t really what we had in mind.’

Han cast a glance at the rebels, as if checking nobody was looking his way, and pointed quickly at the entrance of the ship.

‘C’mon,’ he told Leia.

Suspicion arose in her again. What was he inviting her alone into his ship for?

The puzzle of Han was one that could be as intriguing as it was frustrating. He would joke night and day about her secretly wanting to kiss him, would tease the living daylights out of her with bad innuendo, but he never acted on it, not even when it was just the two of them sharing a somewhat intimate moment and he could have tried, and, maybe, Leia wouldn’t have pulled away.

But she still didn’t know if she would kiss him back. If she should.

‘Come on , I wanna show you something,’ Han insisted, frowning at her reticence. Shaking off her thoughts, Leia nodded and followed him up the ramp and into the main hold.

‘What was wrong with you, Your Worship? Didn’t think I wanted to take advantage of you, did you?’ he asked, throwing a smirk her way as he opened a chiller unit, but Leia didn’t miss a hint of worry in his expression.

‘Of course not,’ she said. ‘What is it?’

Han straightened up with a dish in his hands. ‘Dessert.’ He set it down on the Dejarik table and uncovered it with a flourish. ‘It’s zoochberry pie, Chewie made it. Didn’t make enough for the whole party down there, but… Thought we shouldn’t let it go to waste. I’ll sneak Luke in later for his piece.’

Leia hummed in appreciation as he cut and handed her a slice. The filling was a mixture of cream and zoochberries, which she’d never had before, with a touch of alcohol and a crumbly crust.

‘I haven’t had anything this delicious in a very long time,’ she said.

Han grinned.

‘Chewie’ll be glad to hear that. Here.’ He poured her a fresh glass of eggnog and one for himself.

‘Cheers,’ he said, and they clinked glasses.

‘Have you celebrated Life Day on Kashyyyk with Chewie before, then?’ Leia asked.

‘Yeah. Twice since I’ve met him.’ Han smiled slightly, a faraway look on his face as if conjuring up old memories. ‘You should see it, it’s a whole thing. Pretty impressive. Humans don’t give a shit about Wookiees unless they can use them to fight or haul things, but their culture is no joke. Very spiritual beings.’

‘Did you meet his family?’

He nodded. ‘Malla an’ Lumpy. Hope they’re okay,’ he added with a heavy sigh.

It was rare to see Han this open. He hated people thinking of him as caring or, worse, vulnerable. But Leia knew he did care. She just hated that he went to such great lengths to hide it. She knew that, sometimes, hiding that you cared could have the same effect as not caring at all.

Glancing at her chrono, she was startled to see how late it was.

‘I think I better turn in,’ she said softly, regretting to break the moment.

‘Sure.’ His face lit up in mischief as he spotted something above Leia’s head. ‘Look, Princess. Needle blossom.’

Before Leia could move away, Han made a series of growling sounds, waving his hands around her.

‘There. Said a Wookiee prayer for ya, now you’re protected from bad luck.’

Leia laughed and he smiled back at her.

‘Oh, wait,’ she said, remembering the jacket she was still wearing, but Han shook his head, placing a hand on her arm to stop her.

‘Give it back tomorrow, it’ll be cold to your quarters.’

It would, but his hand was warm, and soft, and pulling her to him without physically doing so…

‘Night, Leia,’ Han said, taking his hand back.

As she made her way out of the Falcon , Leia knew she wouldn’t have pulled away. And maybe that mistake wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[darthsharapova]

Hi, if you're still taking prompts, first date for obikin?:)

I am always taking prompts! I love them, so please tell your friends!! I hope you enjoy this, being Obikin’s first official date!

Obi-Wan paced back and forth in the kitchen, the heel of his boot lightly clicking against the tile as he made the small steps from the stove to the oven. He hummed softly with the classical music that played throughout the apartment, occasionally swaying with the ebbs and flows of the piece. He bent down and peeked into the oven, opening the durasteel hatch only enough to where he could peer in to view his creation. Dex had given him the recipe for Zoochberry Cobbler, one of his most popular menu items, and one that happened to be Anakin’s favorite. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and drew in a breath through his nose, taking in the rich scent from the sugar, berries, and butter mingling with each other. The aroma danced on his senses, and the corner of his mouth lifted into a content smile.

He pushed himself up off his knees and shifted his attention the stew. The Jedi gracefully dipped his pinky into the mix and whisked it to his lips, sucking it in with a pop. He cringed, scrunching his nose at the bitter taste. He summoned a salt shaker with the Force, irresponsible misuse he knew, and sprinkled it into the bubbling concoction. Obi-Wan turned around and leaned against the countertop, his hands bracing himself on the cool surface.

Everything had to be perfect, he thought to himself. He’d gone through such lengths to make sure everything was to his liking. Because if he didn’t like it, Anakin surely wouldn’t. Bail had been more than happy to offer Obi-Wan his recipe for Alderaan Stew. Obi-Wan prided himself on his culinary skills, but tonight was different. This was his first…their first date together. Surely this was the will of the Force, as Obi-Wan had never thought this day would come. He ran a hand through his hair thinking about the events that had led him here. He’d been more than happy to believe his feelings to be unrequited, and it made it so much simpler that the Code forbade attachment and Inter-Jedi relationships. Things had changed, though.

After a mission to Anison had gone horribly wrong, no one had been sure Anakin would make it. Obi-Wan had spent those days a complete and utter wreck. He couldn’t sleep, eat, or concentrate. He refused any and all social interactions and stayed out at Anakin’s side in the medical bay. He’d never felt the Force so weak in the man before, and it frightened him. He sat with him, spoke to him, cried more often than not. It had been when Anakin finally awoke, that Obi-Wan decided to kriff the Code, and he told his former apprentice how he felt. The confession had been met with a soft expression, his blue gaze seemingly drowning him. Anakin had smiled, then, and told him he never thought he’d hear him say it. Obi-Wan had cried, yet again, and tightened his hold on the man’s hand, kissing where their fingers intertwined.

Obi-Wan smiled fondly at the memory, it had turned out to be one of his favorites of the two of them. They’d only been able to make an outing to Dex’s before they were sent out on another assignment. It was for that reason, that Obi-Wan was being anal about everything. Every chair, every candle, every aspect had to be perfect, because Anakin was perfect. Obi-Wan knew what they were embarking upon would be very difficult; deceiving the Council, their friends. He wanted to show Anakin off, make everyone jealous, but he couldn’t, so it was these precious intimate moments they could have that would have to suffice.

Obi-Wan gave the chrono a side glance, taking a calming breath when he realized Anakin would be getting back from sparring with Ashoka any moment now. He hung his “Master Chef” apron up on a hook and chuckled slightly. It’s been a gag gift from Anakin, but Obi-Wan loved it. The fabric had a picture with Master Yoda on it, holding a spatula instead of his light saber. He took one last look at, and he closed his eyes and shook his head affectionately towards the floor. Obi-Wan heard the door swish open, and he headed towards the presence he could feel was Anakin’s.

“Anakin,” the older man smiled. “How was sparring.”

“It was great. Ahsoka’s really coming into her own. She’ll be a fearsome Jedi one day.” He smiled before his face hardened. “Oh.” He added curtly. “I ran into Master Windu on the way here.”

“Oh, Anakin.” He placed his hand gently on the younger man’s arm. “I’m sorry. But hopefully, I can make your day a little be-”

“Do you smell that?” Anakin’s nose lifted, sniffing in the direction of the kitchen.

“Smell what?”

“Something’s burning.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes went wide.

“Force, please no.” He pleaded as he fled towards to kitchen.

“Obi-Wan? Obi-Wan what is it?” Anakin followed him into the kitchen, concern pouring over his features.

He entered the kitchen and living area and looked around, slightly in awe. The table had been adorned with a table cloth and candles. 2 crystal glasses filled with what looked to be Corellian wine. He took notice of the soft music playing in the background. Anakin’s eyes took in the sight, and he slowly turned to face Obi-Wan who was fretting over the ruined stew.

“What is all this?”

“Well,” Obi-Wan huffed, aggressively setting the pot off to the side. “it was supposed to be for our first official date.”

“You did all of this for a date?” Anakin couldn’t keep his emotions in check. Love and affection spilled through their bond, and he walked over and embraced the older man. “Thank you.” He whispered.

“Don’t thank me just yet.” He started. “I do have one more thing to save the night. I made your favorite dessert.”

Anakin’s eyebrows jumped up. “You didn’t. I can’t believe you!” He smiled.

Obi-Wan leaned down and opened the oven, only to find the dessert all too watery. He took a harsh breath in through his nose before he threw the dish into the sink.

“Fuck. Kriff everything.” Obi-Wan shouted. Anakin jolted, surprised by the outburst from the man. He cautiously approached the man, peeping over his shoulder into the sink.

“Obi-Wan, it’s ok. It’s just food.”

Obi-Wan turned around, exasperated.

“No, it isn’t just food. Tonight was supposed to be perfect.” He sighed, shoulders falling.

“After everything we’ve been through, everything we’re about to go through- we deserved this. Something perfect.”

Anakin approached the Jedi, and turned him around by the waist to face him.

“Obi-Wan, look at me.” The man’s gaze remained on the tile. “Please?” Again nothing, and Anakin lifted the man’s chin with his hand.

“I appreciate this lavish gesture, I really do. I love that you put so much thought and effort into this night. But what you and I have, it transcends all of this. You don’t have to win me over with a fancy dinner and mood lighting. You won me over a long time ago. Just by being you. As long as I’m with you, Obi-Wan, I’m happy.”

Obi-Wan smiled shyly. “Even that unfortunate time on Takodana?”

“Yes, even then.” Anakin snickered.

Anakin brushed the pad of his thumb over Obi-Wan’s cheek, and searched his eyes with his own. Finding what he was looking for, he leaned in close to the other man and let their lips touch. Soft pliant lips met slightly chapped ones, but it was still filled with passion and electricity. The rightness of it sang in the Force, and the two men separated smiling, and slightly out of breath.

“Well, let me see if I can whip something up and we can salvage the rest of the evening.” Obi-Wan stepped back, smoothing his robes.

Anakin lightly wrapped his hand around Obi-Wan’s wrist. “I think I might have a slightly more…entertaining suggestion.” Anakin cocked an eyebrow and bit his bottom lip.

“Oh? Well, in that case don’t let me stop you.”

Before Obi-Wan knew it, he was being dragged to his bedroom, giggling helplessly along the way.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hardcase: I’m glad to hear it, my dear. 

Wolffe: You keep saying I can’t make you sweat, My Lady, but I can smell your fear from all the way over here. I can practically sense your body trembling from my glare alone. 

Hardcase: Okay, creeper, you’re done.

Wolffe: What?

Hardcase: Say good night, off to bed no zoochberry surprise for you!

Wolffe: Like I want that anyways. I already have my snack.

Hardcase: He’s cradling his Mantell mix like it was his baby

Wolffe: No, I’m guarding it, because these ordiniis that I work with don’t respect the fact that my snack is my snack. 

Hardcase: Don’t worry, you can keep your mix, I’m not one for that, I actually like plain chips, I know I’m weird, but I do. Original Lays. Something so delicious about it. 

Echo: I think for me, my favourite snack is frozen blueberries. They’re just so refreshing and sweet, and the perfect healthy, yet delicious snack.

Rex: My favourite snack is chocolate almonds, those are absolutely delicious; and you are right, Lady Katakuri, these men are a hand full some time, but Neri always makes sure to take care of me. She’ll take her time running her nails over my scalp, even though she keeps them trimmed and short, the sensation it causes is so relaxing. On particularly rough days, she’ll hum a tune, as we just sit together not needing to say anything. She just knows exactly what I need when I need it. 

Echo and Hardcase: I have been pretty busy, so almost missing on the take over but! If you could choose any tattoo for your brothers what would it be and for who? Psssst What is Wolffe really like ?

Echo: Don't worry there, my lady.

Hardcase: Always have to be the smooth talker, huh.

Echo: You're confusing me with Fives, I'm simply addressing Lady Katakuri in the manner, befitting a lady.

Hardcase: You can't see this, Lady Katakuri, but I'm giving him the biggest eye roll, right now.

Echo: Back to your question. If I could choose a tattoo, hmm, for any brother ... You know, I think I would choose Jaig Eyes or maybe even draw my own design for Ninety-nine. He has been the big brother to all of us, taken care of us, supported Hevy when no else did, and he deserves to have the best and most amazing tattoo one could ever bestow a brother.

Hardcase: That's actually a really good thought. For me, I would say something truly horrendous, something that the person would have a hard time explaining, maybe a pinup of Senator Amidala or Senator Chuchi, on Rex's back. That would be amazing.

Echo: Or a honk if you love the Opera type of tattoo on Rex's neck

Hardcase: Hahaha, Yes!

Rex: If either of you, ever try something like that, you will be on refresher duty for the rest of your life.

Echo: Relax Rex, it's just a joke.

Hardcase: Yeah, in order to do something like that we would have to get you blackout drunk and then carry you to a tattoo parlour, all the way from 79's

Rex: Hence, why I don't go to 79's.

Echo: With regards to Wolffe...

Wolffe: You got questions about me, you ask me! Is that clear, My Lady?

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[ladykatakuri]

So, I have been making the Nectrose Crystals from the SW cookbook and honestly, it is too addictive and I keep popping them into the mouth to enjoy! I also decided to try and make Zoochberry Surprise. Because we do not have Grahams Crackers here I used something else as a test and it went pretty good to my own surprise. Next time I will test yet another thing for the bottom, but mom loves it a great deal and loves having it for dessert 😘