name ... selby age ... 20's pronouns ... she/her
anakin's baby mama; lucy gray's sweetheart; robin's first kiss.
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✩ elphaba is not used to being tickled at all; i feel like she probably didn't think she was ticklish at all, or maybe even didn't know what it was. however, she is actually very ticklish!! especially her neck, the palms of her hands, and her belly.
✩ glinda is pretty ticklish, and has a bit more experience with it than elphaba—however, she's always pretended to hate it, because she doesn't like to be vulnerable or powerless with people she doesn't really trust. her worst spots are her sides, thighs, and feet.
✩ glinda is the kind of person to give people random little pokes, and the first time she does it to elphie, she jumps like 5ft in the air with a little gasp—glinda is thrilled.
✩ glinda enjoys "accidentally" tickling elphie—when she does her makeup, or helps her button a coat, or strokes her hair. it's all totally an accident, really...
✩ elphie's laugh is loud, high-pitched, and honestly, best described as a cackle. she also snorts! at first, she's very embarrassed of her laugh, but after enough compliments from glinda, she stops trying to hide it so much.
✩ glinda's laugh is also high-pitched, but it's more of a giggly shrieking. her face gets soooo pink when she laughs really hard.
✩ the tickle fights these two get into are crazy. they are both stubborn and very sensitive, so it's just a whirlwind of flying limbs and screaming.
✩ elphie likes to tickle glinda's palms with her long nails and it always gives her goosebumps.
✩ neither of them would every truly admit how much they enjoy their tickle fights, but it's apparent that they both love it. neither of them really like being tickled by anyone else, though. it's a roomies thing.
✩ if elphie ever discovered a way to tickle glinda with magic...her gf is cooked.
✩ haymitch isn't that ticklish, unless you know the right spots; he's not that sensitive in the obvious places, like ribs/sides. however, his armpits, hips, and knees are so bad!
✩ lenore dove is also not that ticklish, but there are certain places that can get her laughing, namely her neck and stomach!
✩ haymitch is usually the one dishing out tickles to his little brother, so he's not very used to being on the receiving end. his friendship with burdock and the other district boys isn't super touchy-feely, but with lenore dove, he always wants to be close to her.
✩ i feel like the covey are pretty physically affectionate people, so lenore dove is more used to being tickled, especially from her uncle and cousins. but because she's on the more quiet/introverted side, she usually finds ways to sneak away from the action and avoid getting swept up in tickle fights.
✩ haymitch discovers she's ticklish completely by accident one day in the meadow when he nuzzles his face into the side of her neck and makes her giggle. his eyes light up like he's struck gold.
✩ lenore dove is giggler. her laugh is quiet, breathy, and melodic. however, when haymitch finds a really good spot, she snorts!
✩ haymitch's laugh is also pretty quiet; he's very rarely the type to belly-laugh. but he talks a lot through his laughter, trying to bargain for his freedom, trying to sweet-talk his girl into going for any spot other than knees.
✩ "darlin', c'mon, you don't have to do this—i'll buy ya some sweets later if you stop, i promise!"
✩ ...only for lenore dove to ignore him and pounce on him, wrestling him to the grass and shoving her hands beneath his arms.
✩ haymitch isn't too fond of being tickled, but he loves his girl enough to put up with her playfulness. lenore dove kinda likes it, though, especially when he's gentle about it, spidering his fingers down her back and over her legs, giving her goosebumps.
heyyy can you do some galinda x elphaba tickle headcanons? they r too cute
gelphie waters my crops…..luv these girls. No punctuation or grammar you get wild rambling thoughts right off the noggin
I’ve mentioned before that I think Elphaba has ticklish hands? Glinda has acrylics. I think this is a combo made in heaven. Like they’re holding hands and Glinda starts scritching a nail on Elphie’s palm and she just folds
Glinda is the giggliest girl in the whole world and Elphaba is so charmed by it.
Glinda loves sneaking up behind Elphie and poking her sides. She gets a squeak every! Single! Time!
I think Glinda will prank Elphaba on purpose to rile her up. Like she SPRINTS back from class to hide something on Elphie’s side of the room and then stages herself very dramatically on her bed and waits. Yes Elphaba sees through this but she doesn’t care
Thinking about when they’re older and Elphaba helps Glinda take off those ridiculous dresses after a shift floating around 😭 Glinda is yapping about her day and then all of a sudden Elphaba brushes her ribs and she squeaks and gets quiet and Elphie’s like “oh?”
I think Glinda likes to sing to Elphaba while she’s tickling her because she’s ridiculous. So Elphaba can’t really stop laughing bc her gf is so silly
When they’re in their What is This Feeling? Era and one of them figures out the other is ticklish? No peace in that room. Taking out their completely heterosexual feelings on each other for every moved article of clothing.
I think Glinda starts doing Elphaba’s nails and tries to give her a pedicure? She goes to class the next day with a black eye 😭 never again
✩ anakin is ticklish in most places, but he's most sensitive on his back, his hips, and under his arms.
✩ padmé is slightly less sensitive than anakin, but she's still pretty ticklish, especially on her sides, legs, and feet.
✩ i imagine that they discovered each other's ticklishness during that scene where they're wrestling in the grass in attack of the clones! i mean, it practically looks like a tickle scene.
✩ anakin isn't really used to being tickled by anyone other than obi-wan, who usually uses it as a playful way to get him out of bed or to behave during training; with padmé, it feels different and romantic and practically brand new.
✩ padmé also isn't very used to being tickled, so it's a relatively new and intimate experience for them both.
✩ anakin's laugh is loud, almost cackling; he babbles nonsense between boyish giggles and whining. he's a bit too prideful to beg, but she has certainly made it happen before.
✩ padmé has a breathy, beautiful laugh; anakin likes to joke that she manages to sound regal even when she's laughing like mad. the only thing that makes her laughter get more frantic/desperate is when he tickles her feet—careful, anakin, she kicks!
✩ even though he could easily beat her in every tickle fight, anakin often lets padmé get the upper hand - he claims it's because he's humoring her, but he secretly kinda likes when she wrecks him (he will not admit this, though).
✩ sometimes, he does cheat and uses the force to tickle her. padmé thinks it's totally unfair, but she has to admit, it's kind of cool. also, his metal fingers can move really fast.
✩ when padmé is pregnant with the twins, anakin loves to kiss her belly, which always makes her giggle — "ani, that tickles!" to which he replies, "i know" with a smirk.
Okay- so I’m only like in the middle of season one, but my gosh Mark has to be super ticklish!!! Like it he can’t not be-
You are so absolutely correct on this and I am sorry I am only just now getting to this
Hear me out: I feel like both Marks are ticklish, but outie Mark is not fond of it, and innie Mark would openly ask someone to do it to him if he felt comfortable enough with them.
Afraid of losing Anakin to the darkness of his thoughts, Obi-Wan makes an effort to engage him in a harmless competition. It’s a remarkably stupid idea when your former padawan is a known menace, but Obi-Wan isn’t known for good ideas. Sequel to this fic.
Obi-Wan had raised a menace.
Anakin was respectful and attentive when it counted, sure, but he had the narrow-minded focus of a predator. When he locked his jaws on something, he wouldn’t let go. Totality was his nature. It was terrifying, how consumed he could become by his whims. Especially when that unshakeable tunnel vision was focused on publicly embarrassing Obi-Wan.
One would think that Anakin’s appointment to the Jedi Council would give him something to focus his energy on, even with his dismay at being refused an official title. Perhaps even the machinations of Grievous, who continued to evade them. But no, Anakin decided that nothing, not even the galaxy’s safety, took precedence over accosting his master.
Anakin bounded down the hallway towards him, nearly tripping over his robes. Obi-Wan raised a hand and helped him right himself with the Force.
“Good morning, Master.” Anakin’s eyes glittered with mischief. He went in for a hug—really, he’d have to try harder than that.
“You’re chipper today.” Obi-Wan smiled, snatching Anakin’s wrist from its wanderings near his side. He didn’t even have the decency to look put out.
“And you’re ticklish!” Several passing people looked at them curiously. Obi-Wan closed his eyes. Force, grant him patience.
“Most people are.”
“This is a world-shaking discovery.”
“Is it?” Obi-Wan raised his eyebrow and Anakin stepped aside. He swept forward, hardly missing a stride. Anakin scrambled to follow.
“Master, are you…embarrassed?”
“Should I be?” Obi-Wan kept his face impassive.
“You seem shaken, that’s all. Am I getting under your skin?” Anakin smirked, tilting his head. Obi-Wan opened his mouth, closed it, then walked faster. Even an ounce of encouragement of Anakin’s shenanigans was like a spark on ship fuel.
He sensed movement near the back of his neck and whirled on instinct, thus finding Anakin’s hand in his grasp for the second time in five minutes.
“You are biting off far more than you can chew, Anakin.” Obi-Wan loosened his grip on Anakin’s wrist. It did nothing to deter his shit-eating grin.
“I love a challenge.”
Well. Now there’s an idea.
Obi-Wan took in the sparkle in Anakin’s eye, the recently-rare smile, and immediately understood that his pride needed to take a backseat. Some levity could be good for him. For both of them, really.
“If you did manage to coerce a defeat from me—which you won’t—what would you like in exchange?” Obi-Wan crossed his arms.
“No training for the week.”
Obi-Wan barked a laugh.
“No.”
“No training for…five days.”
Obi-Wan pretended to consider it for a while, stroking his beard, and then, as deadpan as possible:
“Nope.”
“Three?”
“No.”
“One day? Just one.” Anakin pouted.
“Absolutely not.”
“Can we skip the evasion drill, at least?” Anakin sighed in defeat.
“…alright. When I win, we double the evasion drills.” Anakin’s head snapped up. Obi-Wan gave a winning smile.
“That’s just cruel.”
“I only want you to improve.” Obi-Wan put a hand over his heart.
“No, you like throwing things at me.” Anakin shook his head.
“That I do. Let’s establish some ground rules.” Obi-Wan wrestled his expression back into neutrality. “No attempts during Council meetings or in front of public figures. We must maintain some semblance of a reputation. I fear Master Windu’s opinion of you may only sour further.”
“Alright, that sounds fair.”
“Your opponent must verbally surrender in order to claim victory.” Anakin seemed to ponder this for a while, then nodded.
“Excellent. May the games begin.”
……
Obi-Wan should have made Anakin agree to a certain frame of time for this challenge. It seemed Anakin had finally taken to heart his lessons on patience—things between them were as if their wager had never existed. Obi-Wan expected deception in every embrace and handshake, but Anakin moved merrily along without another thought.
Anakin always attacked first in combat and in conversation. It was deeply unnerving to now be made….to wait.
The war raged on and the Council required more sessions, but wariness of Anakin’s fondness for the chancellor left tasks piled on Obi-Wan’s plate. He was losing Anakin to Palpatine somehow, he could feel it, so he pushed what duties he could into the hands of capable soldiers and other Jedi. He made time where there was none, and his former padawan, wiser now and full of heart, flourished for all his efforts. It was almost like the old days.
After four weeks of normalcy, Obi-Wan made a crucial mistake. He got comfortable.
“Respectfully, Master, I know you fight far better than this.” Anakin parried his mentor’s blade with ease. He spun his lightsaber idly as they circled each other. Obi-Wan tried not to scowl.
“It’s not about winning, Anakin. It’s about endurance.” Still, Obi-Wan upped the speed and strength of his next strikes. Their sabers sang and blue sparks careened through the training room.
“Funny you should say that.” Anakin grinned. “I agree.”
That should have been a warning. Obi-Wan did not heed it.
They danced around each other with their blades, their fervor steadily climbing with each series of blows. Obi-Wan’s forearms began to ache with the strain. He shifted to a defensive strategy, the very balance he’d been attempting to teach Anakin, but his student still bore down on him like a freight convoy.
Obi-Wan seized a gap in Anakin’s ferocious strikes and parried his saber hard enough to send it flying. He put his hand on his hip and opened his mouth to repeat a well-worn lecture on observing your enemy, but instead found the air knocked free from his chest as Anakin tackled him.
They hit the ground with the grace of a first time pilot and skidded even further. Anakin’s hands were under his arms before they stopped. Obi-Wan gasped before he could stop himself.
“You…” Obi-Wan grit out, refusing even a chuckle.
“You’ve taught me so much about endurance and patience, Master. They say the best way to learn is to teach. Is this a suitable lesson? What do you think?” Anakin had the nerve to look innocent.
Obi-Wan flung him back with a blast of Force. Anakin sailed through the air like a rag doll, tumbling ass over tea kettle but somehow skidding up into a three point landing.
“Well then. I see how it is.” Obi-Wan brushed his hair back into place.
“You see how thoroughly I’m going to defeat you?”
“You forget, Anakin…I have known you for years.” Obi-Wan fought the smirk trying to find purchase on his face.
“So?”
“You’ll see.” Obi-Wan sighed playfully. Then he waited.
It took less than thirty seconds for Anakin to charge him, and even less time for Obi-Wan to have him on the ground. He kicked and squirmed—he even tried to bite—but Obi-Wan shut all of that down with relentless squeezes to his sides. The day he let his former padawan bite him was the day he hung up his robes for good.
“I thought you’d recall the last time I taught you this lesson, but perhaps you need a refresher.” Obi-Wan kept the same even pace, the same even tone, but his lip did twitch up at the sound of Anakin’s giggly panic. He couldn’t help it. Anakin’s laughter was so sweetly contagious.
Anakin reached behind him and tried to thrust Obi-Wan away with the Force, but his master grabbed hold of his belt and they both slid along the floor. Obi-Wan locked his arms around Anakin’s waist, burrowed his fingers into his stomach, and was rewarded with a glorious shriek.
“Obi-Wan!”
“Yes, Anakin?”
“Sssssstopit.” Anakin tried to curl into a ball, but it only guided Obi-Wan’s hands further into his stomach.
“No, I don’t suppose I will.”
“Do you have anything to say to me?” Obi-Wan drawled, slowing his fingers. Anakin shook his head furiously. He puffed up his cheeks like a frog.
“That’s a shame. Let me know when you change your mind.” Obi-Wan latched onto Anakin’s hips and the Chosen One disintegrated in his hands. Boyish laughter fell so freely from his lips that Obi-Wan was tempted to stop and take it in. Thankfully, the Jedi do not give in to temptation.
“O-Okay! I…” Anakin fell into a violent bout of hiccuping giggles, clutching weakly at Obi-Wan’s hands. “I give—“
The sound of someone clearing his throat ricocheted through the room. Obi-Wan and Anakin both froze. Senator Bail Organa waved lightly from the doorway.
“Gentlemen.” Judging by the man’s crossed arms and poorly restrained smile, he’d been standing there a while.
“Senator. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Obi-Wan quickly helped Anakin up. Anakin immediately stumbled back into him. Obi-Wan snorted.
“We’re holding council. I’d hoped that you’d join us…if you’re not busy?”
“Not in the slightest. Anakin?”
“Yes, of course.” Obi-Wan pinched his side and Anakin squeaked like a newborn Ewok. “Of course, Senator. My apologies.”
“None needed. I’ll give you a moment to catch your breath.” Bail’s smirk was nearly audible, even as he turned away and strode towards the door.
“That didn’t count,” Anakin whispered furiously.
“If the senator hadn’t appeared, I would’ve won.”
“Nuh-uh,” Anakin fired back, full of tact and grace as he was. Obi-Wan squeezed his side, Anakin slapped his hand away, and they dissolved into a slapfight for the ages. Only when Bail cleared his throat again did they cease their war.
For now.
….
Obi-Wan trailed behind Yoda and Bail, trying valiantly to pretend as if he cared the least about politics. It was dreadfully important to install good leaders on critical allied planets, he knew, but he couldn’t be arsed to care. People like Bail and Padmé did this part so that he could charge Star Destroyers head on. He listened and he nodded and he gave his most polite smiles, but this wasn’t his place.
As he followed his colleagues down the hall, a weird itch started in his stomach. He extended a bit of the Force to scratch it—Jedi simply did not itch—but that only made it worse. It multiplied until he found his entire face scrunching. He finally gave in and allowed the quickest, most restrained scratch possible.
As soon as he touched it, a flip switched in his brain. Every nerve in his stomach lit up and it tickled, so immediately and with such force that Obi-Wan stopped walking. He swore he felt…were those fingers?
The feeling moved suddenly, honing in on his lower stomach. He managed to choke down his yelp into a cough, but it wasn’t enough to evade attention. His colleagues stopped and turned to regard him curiously. He would have given a good defense—really, he would have—but then he spotted Anakin strolling towards him in the hallway.
“You.” Obi-Wan leveled a threatening finger at Anakin. It didn’t help him look less unhinged, but it did make him feel slightly better.
“Master Yoda. Senator.” Anakin locked eyes with Obi-Wan and there it was again, that burst of Force that made his nervous system attempt to implode.
“Hello Master. It’s good to see you.”
Obi-Wan managed to bite his fist and remain silent. Barely. Still, he couldn’t help but tap his boot on the floor—the echo of which was highly incriminating.
“Master, are you alright?” Anakin blinked innocently, but Obi-Wan could see his minute smirk.
“Just fine, thank you.” Obi-Wan grit his teeth.
“Alright. I’ll see you all later.” Anakin jogged away, his robes swishing behind him. Bail fixed Obi-Wan with such a painfully knowing look that it actually hurt.
“Master Yoda. Senator. If you’ll excuse me.” Obi-Wan smiled primly, took a few steps back, and took off after Anakin. He leapt up onto the wall and ran as far as he could, flipped over the head of a visiting viceroy, and skidded around the corner after his protégé.
“Anakin!” He bellowed, and was rewarded with a giddy cackle and fleeing footsteps at the end of the hallway.
…..
An evening summons from royalty was hardly ever good. Despite Padmé’s attempts to deformalize their relationship, Obi-Wan still felt the cold fingers of dread whenever she sent for him.
“Your majesty? You wished to see me?” Obi-Wan stepped gently onto Padmé’s terrace. She beckoned him forward with a smile. The sunset painted the side of her face, which didn’t hold an ounce of worry despite the urgency of her summons. He gestured for her to sit, hoping she’d forgive the impoliteness for his concern over her pregnancy.
“I did.” Padmé’s gaze flickered past him for a moment.
“What seems to be the matter?” He put his hands on his hips.
“Sorry, but I can’t say no to him,” she winced with a smile. Obi-Wan stopped to ponder her meaning, then was struck by a heavy flying weight. He and his assailant landed bodily on the couch, scrabbling for leverage like two cats in a sack. His saber was in his hand before he mercifully recognized the blond mop above him.
“Wh—Anakin?”
“Hello there.” Anakin grinned, then immediately and unceremoniously started trying to tickle Obi-Wan. He yelped and tried to roll away, sending his saber clattering heavily from his hand.
“I thought we agreed on no important f-figures!” Obi-Wan fought off Anakin’s hands as best as he could, but he was starting to crack.
“Oh, Padmé? She doesn’t count.” He glanced at her over his shoulder.
“I’m not an important figure?” She teased with a grin.
“You’re incredibly important.” Anakin said suddenly, dripping with sincerity. Obi-Wan’s gaze darted between the two of them. Padmé caught his eye and stood quickly.
Interesting.
“You boys have fun. Try not to kill each other…or my furniture.” She hurried into her bedroom with a sweep of fabric. Anakin wistfully watched her go. Yearning shone openly on his face. They’d need to have a conversation about this later, but for now….
Obi-Wan seized the opening, reaching up for Anakin’s sides, but Anakin batted his hands away with the Force without lifting a finger. Obi-Wan’s hands slammed down on the couch on their own.
“It’s over, master. I have the high ground.” Anakin plunged his fingers into Obi-Wan’s stomach and he, regrettably, guffawed. Anakin’s eyes lit up at the sound and he chased it, pushing past layers and layers of robes with ease.
Obi-Wan’s dignity crumbled quicker than the dry biscuits served at Senate meetings. He strained against Anakin, but his lower stomach was really quite terrible. Without his hands, his only options were to drum his heels into the couch and laugh. He tried to hide his face in his sleeve and Anakin cooed at him, which was absolutely unacceptable on so many fronts that Obi-Wan finally managed to bolt upright.
Anakin shoved his hands under Obi-Wan’s arms and he instantly became aware of every nerve in his body—most importantly the ones Anakin was trying to pluck like guitar strings. Ticklish fireworks ignited down his ribs and he collapsed back on the couch with a yelp.
The Force. Certainly creative and infuriatingly effective, but fortunately for him, it was easily combated. He reached out with his mind and grabbed Anakin’s tendril of Force like a writhing snake, holding it at mental-arm’s length from his sparkling nervous system. He couldn’t fight this battle on two fronts, though, and his resolve was already parchment-thin. If his brain hadn’t been sparking like a decommed ship, he might’ve been proud of Anakin’s precision.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this. I didn’t think you knew how to laugh.” Anakin beamed. Obi-Wan rolled over and Anakin easily followed, poking all up and down his exposed side from ribs to hip. Obi-Wan yanked a leg out from under Anakin and planted a boot on his chest. He managed to keep the little devil far enough away to start worming his other leg free. He was staring down the barrel of victory when Anakin reached up and grabbed his knee.
Obi-Wan made a noise that would have alarmed and offended a Wookie. The terrace fell so silent that Obi-Wan could hear the engines of X-Wings down at street level.
“Oh nononono. No. Anakin, don’t you even think about—“
The smile that spread across Anakin’s face convinced Obi-Wan that evil was indeed alive and well in the hearts of man. Obi-Wan tried to throw himself over the back of the couch, but Anakin yanked him back.
Anakin figured out to squeeze the back of his thigh, just above the knee, and Obi-Wan’s long and stupid life flashed before his eyes. He hadn’t been tickled like this in…ever, maybe? Any manner of composure was long lost to him now—Anakin had started experimenting with his calf and he was steadily cackling now. He thought back to his hubris all those weeks ago.
Perhaps handing Anakin the key to his destruction wasn’t his best idea.
Anakin started trying to work off one of Obi-Wan’s boots and that was absolutely where he drew the line. He made to throw himself off the couch again, but he caught a glimpse of Padmé hovering nearby.
Padmé turned and gestured at her back, contorting her wrist to scratch at her shoulderblade. She made very meaningful eye contact with him, then gestured to Anakin.
What…?
Oh.
Obi-Wan shoved his hands under the back of Anakin’s tabard and the man screamed. He fell boneless on top of Obi-Wan, cackling into his shoulder. Obi-Wan had no hope of containing his grin.
“All these years I’ve known you and you didn’t think to share this information?” Obi-Wan sat up, pulling Anakin into a strange ragdoll-like hug. Anakin beat uselessly at Obi-Wan’s chest, but a snort fell from him and he changed tactics—he valiantly tried to disappear into thin air. No Jedi had mastered it yet, but he seemed intent on being the first.
Obi-Wan honed in on where Anakin’s ribs met his armpit, enchanted by the screech it pulled from him. Anakin had a good sense of humor, but Obi-Wan hardly ever got more than a chuckle and an eye roll from him—all of which had everything to do with Anakin, and nothing to do with the quality of his jokes. It was endearing beyond words to have a single spot that completely unraveled him.
“Careful. You might give someone the impression that you’re ticklish.” Obi-Wan fully deserved the anguished, furious wail from the pile of Jedi before him. He still laughed brightly at it.
“Alright. I think we’ve caused enough carnage. Truce?” Obi-Wan stood and offered his hand to shake. Anakin stared at him for a moment, still shaking with residual giggles. Anakin took his hand. Obi-Wan helped him up and clapped his shoulder, but when Anakin tried to pull away, Obi-Wan wouldn’t let him.
“The dark side will use many tricks to sway you, Anakin. Chief among them, the promise of peace.” Obi-Wan smirked, and turned the same trick that Anakin had used against him. He sent a focused burst of Force towards Anakin and he collapsed into Obi-Wan’s shoulder, overcome with snickers. Even with years of training on him, Obi-Wan wasn’t as talented as Anakin. He had to keep a hand planted on his former padawan’s shoulder to maintain the effect, but it was more than worth it.
“The dark side of the Force isn’t funny. Master Windu would be disappointed.” Obi-Wan shook his head. With how Anakin had fallen into him, it did look as if something had tickled him in the comedic sense—except for Anakin punching him in the shoulder, of course.
“Look at how the dark side’s corrupted you! Assaulting your master. A shame to watch you stray from the light.” Obi-Wan couldn’t stop the chuckles that bubbled out of him—Anakin’s face was priceless. He was fighting so hard to glare, bless him, but he simply couldn’t stop giggling long enough to make it stick. It was as if the little Anakins in his brain that controlled those vicious instincts had fled the helm.
Obi-Wan started poking Anakin’s stomach where he could reach, and his protégé’s laughter spiked infectiously. He fell into a cycle of hiccupy laughter and hid his face in his leather gloves.
“Alright! Stop. You wihihin.”
“Good lad.” Obi-Wan gave his shoulder a squeeze and it mysteriously, hilariously, summoned another bout of giggles.
“I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow for evasion drills!” Obi-Wan singsonged, strolling towards the terrace entrance.
“I hate you!” Anakin shouted after him, but his voice splintered into laughter before the venom could stick. Obi-Wan didn’t need the force to know it was Padmé’s doing.
Summary: In his commitment to restlessness, Anakin discovers something about Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan can't let him get away with that, of course.
Anon: Hi I don't know if you're taking prompts at the moment but would you consider writing a fic where Obi wan is tickling anakin, maybe where it's during the clone wars and anakin is being restless and teasing Obi wan so he decides to put him in his place?? Or something obviously if you're not taking prompts don't worry! But if you're that would be really cute
Do not tag this as ship. Don't do it.
Anakin had a critical inability to stay still, Obi-Wan noticed. He had become calmer and more focused under his wing, sure, but he was restless to his very core. Other Jedi masters would certainly have found his fidgeting to be a nuisance, something to be expunged--Obi-Wan saw it as human. For the things they’d seen and had to do, a little humanity was very welcome.
Except now, of course.
Anakin paced past Obi-Wan for nearly the twentieth time this hour--he’d been doing laps around the room at a speed that’d put any trooper to shame. Obi-Wan’s attempts at meditation had given him some measure of calm, but inner peace was hard to find with your protégé stomping past you every moment.
“We are wasting time.”
“There’s nothing to be done but wait,” Obi-Wan murmured, unwilling to release his patterned breathing.
“I can’t just sit around.” Anakin switched directions, pacing the other way.
“You are far too eager, Anakin.” Obi-Wan shifted slightly, but did not rise.
“And you are far too boring!” He snapped, but it held no real venom. Obi-Wan sighed deeply, dropping his head, and the relaxation promptly left his bones. He stood, brushing himself off, and Anakin watched him tensely.
“Perhaps a bit of sparring would do you some good.” Obi-Wan drew his lightsaber and beckoned him closer, already assuming a combat position. Anakin drew his, twirling it idly, and they circled each other.
For all of Anakin’s restlessness, he paid rapt attention in the field. Obi-Wan could see the gears turning in his head as they circled one another, waiting for Anakin to inevitably make the first move.
They exchanged a flurry of blows, sending blue sparks flying into the air around them. One of the strikes set Obi-Wan unexpectedly off-balance and Anakin used the opportunity to press his advantage, crowding in closer to force a surrender. Obi-Wan smirked--he could never resist playing dirty when an opportunity arose--and squeezed Anakin’s side. He yelped, lightsaber flying into the air, and Obi-Wan caught it, sheathed it, and clipped it to his belt. He tried not to look too amused at Anakin’s pinkened face.
“Do you yield?”
“Never.” Anakin smirked, rushing forward. He swung at Obi-Wan and he simply leaned to avoid it, hands tucked primly behind his back. A mistimed strike gave him an opening--he sidestepped and shoved Anakin forward and away.
“Your impatience will cost you if you aren’t careful. Again.” Obi-Wan readied himself as Anakin charged. Of course, he could never make things easy, but if he moved a tad slower to let Anakin get a few hits in? Ah, who’s to say.
Anakin locked Obi-Wan’s arm behind his back and started twisting out another forced surrender. It would’ve worked too, if Anakin’s stance didn’t leave his free hand wide open. Another lesson for another day, perhaps.
Obi-Wan reached back and grabbed at Anakin’s side, but he didn’t let up this time. He felt Anakin’s forehead smack into his back and heard the faint laughter floating up, but it took quite a few stubborn seconds for Anakin to actually let go.
“Excellent work.” Obi-Wan held out the captive lightsaber. Anakin took it gratefully.
“You absolutely cheated.” The silly smile on his face was contagious.
“I prefer calling it ‘alternative strategy’. Either way, you did well.” Obi-Wan squeezed his shoulder.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Of course. Now, for my sanity, I implore you to clear your mind. I’m not sure how much more pacing I can take.” Obi-Wan took a seat on the ground, and when his padawan didn’t move, he patted the space next to him until Anakin followed suit.
He could sense Anakin’s mind slowing beside him, falling deeper into the tides of the Force, and the comfort of it enveloped him. Obi-Wan allowed himself to drift inwards. His spirit floated away from his physical form and deeper into his psyche, deeper into peace. Tension left him in droves. He inhaled.
The air punched out of him, though, when Anakin started poking his upper ribs. He tried not to startle so visibly, but it was a little late for that.
“Are you trying to accomplish anything in particular?” He cleared his throat. Anakin could smell weakness, he was certain of it.
“Juuust testing a theory.” Anakin’s prodding fingers marched down his ribs and his fingers twitched minutely.
“You will not find what you’re seeking.” Obi-Wan’s voice strained against his better intentions. It took all of his strength not to move and a little more to appear calm.
“Are you sure?” Anakin reached Obi-Wan’s sides and didn’t let up. He exhaled a little too hard. He couldn’t allow himself even a smile—Anakin would never let him live it down.
“Of course, I’m—“
A lone giggle shattered their dialogue.
“Woah.” Anakin beamed, slow and steady. The dangerous sparkle in his eye was about one of the only things that could make Obi-Wan nervous.
“Anakin, I’m warning you—“ He didn’t get to finish. Anakin’s hands darted through the various folds and layers of his robes, seeking easier purchase, and found a delightful (read: terrible) spot around his waistline that pulled snickers from him like fresh taffy. He folded forward, falling into fuller laughter at curious scribbles upon his stomach, and Anakin gasped in wonder.
This was so alien to him, a relic of a life long gone. He found himself trying and failing to break up a cage match between his human instincts and his Jedi ones. Had what little shred of pride he had not been at stake, he would’ve fallen over under Anakin’s absurdly nimble hands.
“This is the best day of my life.” Anakin laughed, letting his fingers slip beneath Obi-Wan’s arms, and the subsequent bark of laughter surprised them both.
It’s about to be your last. Though he couldn’t possibly stay mad at the way Anakin was lit up. Perhaps it would be alright to let him win. Just once in a while.
Not today, though.
“I wish you hadn’t done that.” He hit Anakin with a gentle pulse of the Force, enough to push him back. Anakin’s face settled into playful terror in real time and he fled, making a hopeless dash for the door. Obi-Wan watched him run--he’d gotten faster lately--before grabbing him by the belt with the Force and throwing him back across the room. He caught Anakin bodily in his arms.
“No, wait—“
“Consider this a lesson in patience, ambition, and sensitivity. Especially the latter.” Obi-Wan locked his arms around Anakin’s waist and lifted him clear off the ground, burying his fingers into as much torso as he could. He burst into squeaky laughter, rife with voice cracks, and threw his head back, narrowly avoiding cracking open Obi-Wan’s nose.
“Oh, looks like you may have a thing or two to teach me!” Obi-Wan grabbed handfuls of Anakin’s sides and he snorted around his next bout of laughter.
“Obi-Wan pleahahase!”
“You know I am not a stickler for rules, but do remember your manners. You could get in some nasty trouble.” He swept Anakin’s feet out from under him, still tickling, and lowered him to the ground, taking great care to avoid the flailing limbs.
“I’m gonna die!” Anakin fruitlessly scrabbled at Obi-Wan’s torso to get the upper hand. Obi-Wan hooked his arm around Anakin’s and pulled it up, exposing the perfect landing strip for pinching fingers.
“Nonsense. You’re so close to being free! Wiggle out from my grip there—oh, you’ve made it worse. Hm.” Obi-Wan clawed at Anakin’s stomach with two hands and an iron grip. Anakin tried to pry the evil hands away, but his strength and coordination had evacuated long ago.
He swung his legs back and forth, kicking wildly, and Obi-Wan was proud of the little momentum he had. It was a clever idea--using momentum to break free of the hold. A fruitless idea, but a clever one nonetheless. Obi-Wan crossed his arms over Anakin’s torso, burying his hands beneath his arms, and the resulting shriek had Obi-Wan chuckling.
“This is wonderfully endearing, Anakin, but not at all effective.” On the next swing, Obi-Wan caught Anakin’s knee and wormed his fingers behind it. Anakin threw his head back and cackled wildly, all bright smiles and nose-scrunched laughter, and Obi-Wan had no qualms with admitting how much the sight lifted his spirits.
“I see the problem. You’re laughing too hard to focus.”
“You thihink?” Anakin squinted at him.
“I do. Try laughing less and see where that gets you.” Obi-Wan rained a hail of pinches down upon his hips and the fight was lost. Anakin made a noise like a ship’s hyperdrive starting up and flailed hard—he caught Obi-Wan in the chest with a stray punch. An endless stream of high-pitched, hysterical giggles bubbled out of Anakin and he did his best to muffle them, but Obi-Wan’s fingers on his neck ensured that he couldn’t.
“You’re turning rather red. Is something the matter?” Gloating was unbecoming, sure, but the two of them had always done things a bit differently. Besides, this was beyond endearing. He’d earned a little teasing.
“I give!” Anakin yelped, scrunching as much as possible. Obi-Wan’s fingers slowed.
“Good. You seemed intent on passing out.” Obi-Wan poked his stomach and Anakin snickered.
“One day,” Anakin wheezed, “I am going to destroy you.”
“I would love to see you try.” Obi-Wan extended a hand towards Anakin, glowing with pride, and he took it.
Did Anakin’s promise send a minute shiver up his spine? Perhaps, but he was never one to turn down an entertaining fight.
rules ... please only send requests when they are open; be polite; i will not write any fandoms or ships other than the ones listed, please don't ask (platonic relationships you can suggest but no guarantee); i won't write anything non-con!
arcane ... cait x vi; jace x viktor
star wars ... anakin x padmé; anakin x reader; han x leia
stranger things ... nancy x robin; robin x reader
the hunger games ... annie x finnick; haymitch x lenore dove; haymitch x reader; katniss x peete; lucy gray x reader
wicked ... elphaba x glinda; elphaba x fiyero x glinda
