For Tiny Obiwan, could you write Cody telling Obiwan how he feels?

“General?” Cody shifted nervously on his feet as the copper
haired man continued staring up at him, still sitting in the little
bed of his quarters.

Still no reaction except for blinking up at him.

“Obi-Wan?” Cody tried gentler.

“Is this a joke?” Obi-Wan demanded, eyes seeming wider then
normal and Cody blinked before kneeling down so the other could look
at him.

“No. No I really…I really like you. I want to be in a
relationship with you. I mean…I know its not something Jedi’s
normal-”

“I’m not normal!” Obi-Wan was on his feet, wearing his tiny
medical clothes as he marched to the end of the table to stare at the
clone commander. “Why in all Force name would you want me when I’m
not even the size of your bla-”

“Because you’re wonderful.” Cody offered honestly, holding out
his hand towards the General. “You’re brave and funny. Smart and
cunning.” Cody hesitated then ran his finger over Obi-Wan’s hair.
“And speaking from a purely aesthetic point, you are wonderful to
look at General.” He smiled at him. “Sun through your hair,
laughing on my shoulder.”

Obi-Wan stared at him before reaching out and holding onto Cody’s
finger with his arms. “…You are aware that I can’t…I can’t
engage in a sexual relationship Cody? Its not just a question of my
size but that I don’t feel the urge to. All parts function but I
have no desire for it.” He offered seriously.

“Ah, you’re asexual? Like Trapper?” Cody blinked before
smiling. “That’s fine, I have a working hand Obi-Wan. I know what
I’m getting myself into here.” He shifted his other hand up to
cup around the size of his General.

“Are you sure you do.” The small man looked like he highly
doubted that, lips pursed.

“I am sure. I’m hoping to get into a relationship with a
wonderful man who tries to protect his men to the best of his
abilities, who deserves to be adored and has enough sass to show up
an entire fleet.” Cody chuckled quietly.

Obi-Wan flustered a bit and looked away, squeezing his arms around
the fingertip in his grasp. “…You can’t even kiss me.”

“But I can do this.” Cody leaned forward and brushed a kiss to
the top of Obi-Wan’s head. “Its affection, its care and its nice.
Obi-Wan…please consider it?”

He watched the other hesitate.

“I…perhaps…that is…” He licked his lips, frowning.

“…Let me take you out on a few dates Obi-Wan. Let me…prove this
can work?” Cody offered more quietly.

“Dates?” Obi-Wan looked up at him quickly at that, face full of
surprise.

“Dates.” Cody agreed.

“What…what kind of dates could you take me on?” The Jedi looked
so lost, so hesitant and Cody felt a desire to wrap his arms around
him and protect him.

But instead he offered him a small smile while stroking Obi-Wan’s
back through the soft fabric of the medical clothes. “Walks for
one, nice and calm walks. You on my shoulders as we speak about
whatever falls in.” He continued stroking steadily with his free
hand. “Take you out for meals, I know you eat less then me but we
can order together, you can eat what you want of my plate and I eat
the rest.”

Obi-Wan tilted his head, nuzzling the finger a bit. “Yeah?”

“Yeah…perhaps we could even…go on a fruit picking date?”

Obi-Wan gave a surprised laugh at that, staring at the other man.
“Really?”

“I like fruits. If we pick enough we could take it back to the rest
and let them eat them up.” Cody shrugged a bit. “Star gazing on
distant planets, holovid nights, fun activities together…” He
chuckled a bit. “Honestly, I just want to spend time with you
Obi-Wan, time that’s not a battlefield. As just…Obi-Wan. Not as
General Kenobi and Commander Cody of the 212. But as Obi-Wan and
Cody.” He looked hopefully at the smaller man.

“…It all sounds so…normal.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“It could be. When its just us two.” Cody shifted his finger out
of the master’s grip to stroke his hair again.

He watched Obi-Wan bow his head.

His heart was pounding.

“May I have some time to consider it Cody?”

“Of course.” Cody murmured. “And regardless what choice you
make, it will not affect my performance as your Commander.”

That got a smile out of the other man. “…Find my robes if you
please?”
“Of course sir.”

“Thank you Cody.”

For Tiny Obiwan, could you write Cody telling Obiwan how he feels?

“General?” Cody shifted nervously on his feet as the copper
haired man continued staring up at him, still sitting in the little
bed of his quarters.

Still no reaction except for blinking up at him.

“Obi-Wan?” Cody tried gentler.

“Is this a joke?” Obi-Wan demanded, eyes seeming wider then
normal and Cody blinked before kneeling down so the other could look
at him.

“No. No I really…I really like you. I want to be in a
relationship with you. I mean…I know its not something Jedi’s
normal-”

“I’m not normal!” Obi-Wan was on his feet, wearing his tiny
medical clothes as he marched to the end of the table to stare at the
clone commander. “Why in all Force name would you want me when I’m
not even the size of your bla-”

“Because you’re wonderful.” Cody offered honestly, holding out
his hand towards the General. “You’re brave and funny. Smart and
cunning.” Cody hesitated then ran his finger over Obi-Wan’s hair.
“And speaking from a purely aesthetic point, you are wonderful to
look at General.” He smiled at him. “Sun through your hair,
laughing on my shoulder.”

Obi-Wan stared at him before reaching out and holding onto Cody’s
finger with his arms. “…You are aware that I can’t…I can’t
engage in a sexual relationship Cody? Its not just a question of my
size but that I don’t feel the urge to. All parts function but I
have no desire for it.” He offered seriously.

“Ah, you’re asexual? Like Trapper?” Cody blinked before
smiling. “That’s fine, I have a working hand Obi-Wan. I know what
I’m getting myself into here.” He shifted his other hand up to
cup around the size of his General.

“Are you sure you do.” The small man looked like he highly
doubted that, lips pursed.

“I am sure. I’m hoping to get into a relationship with a
wonderful man who tries to protect his men to the best of his
abilities, who deserves to be adored and has enough sass to show up
an entire fleet.” Cody chuckled quietly.

Obi-Wan flustered a bit and looked away, squeezing his arms around
the fingertip in his grasp. “…You can’t even kiss me.”

“But I can do this.” Cody leaned forward and brushed a kiss to
the top of Obi-Wan’s head. “Its affection, its care and its nice.
Obi-Wan…please consider it?”

He watched the other hesitate.

“I…perhaps…that is…” He licked his lips, frowning.

“…Let me take you out on a few dates Obi-Wan. Let me…prove this
can work?” Cody offered more quietly.

“Dates?” Obi-Wan looked up at him quickly at that, face full of
surprise.

“Dates.” Cody agreed.

“What…what kind of dates could you take me on?” The Jedi looked
so lost, so hesitant and Cody felt a desire to wrap his arms around
him and protect him.

But instead he offered him a small smile while stroking Obi-Wan’s
back through the soft fabric of the medical clothes. “Walks for
one, nice and calm walks. You on my shoulders as we speak about
whatever falls in.” He continued stroking steadily with his free
hand. “Take you out for meals, I know you eat less then me but we
can order together, you can eat what you want of my plate and I eat
the rest.”

Obi-Wan tilted his head, nuzzling the finger a bit. “Yeah?”

“Yeah…perhaps we could even…go on a fruit picking date?”

Obi-Wan gave a surprised laugh at that, staring at the other man.
“Really?”

“I like fruits. If we pick enough we could take it back to the rest
and let them eat them up.” Cody shrugged a bit. “Star gazing on
distant planets, holovid nights, fun activities together…” He
chuckled a bit. “Honestly, I just want to spend time with you
Obi-Wan, time that’s not a battlefield. As just…Obi-Wan. Not as
General Kenobi and Commander Cody of the 212. But as Obi-Wan and
Cody.” He looked hopefully at the smaller man.

“…It all sounds so…normal.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“It could be. When its just us two.” Cody shifted his finger out
of the master’s grip to stroke his hair again.

He watched Obi-Wan bow his head.

His heart was pounding.

“May I have some time to consider it Cody?”

“Of course.” Cody murmured. “And regardless what choice you
make, it will not affect my performance as your Commander.”

That got a smile out of the other man. “…Find my robes if you
please?”
“Of course sir.”

“Thank you Cody.”

Great googly moogly! Reading an asexual Obi-Wan piece on your blog was just awesome! I’m ace but I don’t send prompts for ace characters cause most people won’t write them correctly, but thank you soooooo much for that fic you did amazing! (And ty to the anon who requested it) Would you be willing to write more? Maybe others being confused by mace and obis relationship?

“I don’t know why the concept is so
hard to understand.” Mace rolled his eyes as Depa sipped her own
tea, watching her former master over the rim of it. “No, Obi-Wan
and I don’t have sex. No, there’s nothing wrong with either of us.
Obi-Wan just doesn’t want to.”

He took a slow sip of it.

Depa mulled over her cup then looked at
him. “But what about intimacy? Healthy relationships are built on
being able to be open and intimate.” She was worried about her
former master, so far this relationship with Obi-Wan seemed to be the
best thing that had ever happened to him but if they suddenly broke
apart…

Mace sighed. “Depa. Sex is not the
only expression of love. Nor is it the only way to be intimate. I
won’t deny the idea of sex with Obi-Wan is appealing. But my
relationship with him doesn’t hinge on that. As for intimacy… have
you ever just laid in bed and listened to your lover breath, knowing
they trust you enough to lay down all the guard?” Mace shook his
head and re-filled his cup. “He comes home from his missions,
tired, tense and sometimes close to fear and the moment he’s in my
arms he lets go and he rests and there’s…nothing I will treasure
more then that moment when his head is on my shoulder.”

Depa bit her lip. “It…does sound
nice.” She offered cautiously.

“It is. Its warm and nice and he
smiles for me and me alone in those moments.” Mace sipped the amber
liquid.

“Do you…miss having sex?” Not the
kind of subject she ever thought she’d speak to her master about
after the sexual education he’d given her at fifteen.

“I have a hand.” Mace went dryly.
“And Obi-Wan is quite willing to help me if need be. I haven’t
asked that of him yet. I don’t need to. Depa, I am happy.” He
smiled softly at her.

Softer then he had in a long time.

She blinked, staring at that smile.
“…He makes you really happy doesn’t he?”

“Happier then I remember being
before. Also the scalp massages he can do are the best thing I’ve
ever experienced.” Mace chuckled. “Works the headaches from the
council meetings right out of me.”

Depa chuckled at that. “Now there’s
something I can be envious about. Alright then, I can’t claim to
understand it. But I can see how happy you are, how happy he is.”

“Good. Now…where in the Force did
you hide the crumble cakes?”

There was a loud giggling.

Would you write an asexual Obi-Wan? Like he’s in love but he just… doesn’t want to do…. that.

“I just…I don’t…” Obi-Wan looked away from Mace’s confused
eyes, shifting on the mans lap.

He knew this had eventually been coming but he had hoped it was
further in the future.

“Does…this have anything to do with why your relationship with
Quinlan Vos ended?” Mace prompted carefully, sliding his hands away
from Obi-Wan’s thighs to wrap around his back.

Obi-Wan flinched at the question then nodded. His relationship with
Quinlan was friendly thankfully now but for a while after they broke
up it hadn’t looked like they could handle it. Obi-Wan had felt more
then a little bit of guilt.

He just…

He had never enjoyed the ideas of bodies together. Never had the urge
to explore with another but when Quinlan had approached him…well…

It had ended so badly though.

And then Mace…stern but warm Mace had approached him not long after
Obi-Wan had become a knight. Had carefully courted him, thawed his
way past Obi-Wan’s natural defenses.

And the copper haired knight had let himself fall into a easy
relationship with the man.

And Mace…Mace who held his hand, who took him out to casual dinners
and held around him while they watched holovids on eithers couch.
Mace who’d press soft kisses against his temple and welcome him back
to the temple in private after long missions.

Mace who deserved a explanation as to why Obi-Wan was sitting so
stiffly on his lap.

“I…I like feeling good..but I just…I don’t…” Obi-Wan looked
away.

“You don’t…?” Mace rubbed the redhead’s lower back slowly,
trying to encurage a answer as to why his boyfriend was suddenly so
scared.

“…I don’t like sex.” The other whispered quietly.

“Oh.” Mace blinked and Obi-Wan braced himself for the same
rejection he had from Quinlan so long ago.

“Alright then.” Mace wrapped his arms tighter around the shorter
man and pulled him close. “Want to watch a movie instead?”

“I…what?” Obi-Wan blinked as Mace guided him closer and cuddled
him against his chest. “Mace?”

“Obi-Wan…sex is nice, I admit that but…I didn’t court you just
to get you in bed.” The Korun master rumbled deeply, pressing his
lips against the others temple. “Its nice just to hold you too and
be held. And I know you don’t have anything against kissing. Is that
why Vos…”

“Yes…” Obi-Wan whispered. “He’s not the only one…just…the
last. You…you really don’t mind?”

“Its part of you. So no, I don’t mind.”

Obi-Wan took a shuddering breath and hid in Mace chest, hands
clenching into the others tunic. “Oh…Oh thank the Force.” He
whispered as Mace held him tightly, a warm callused hand rubbing his
spine slowly.