Heyo human beings from outer space!
And happy Valentines' Day, if you celebrate it!
Soooo, according to the internet (which is definitely always right {I say that with sarcasm}) Ahsoka's birthday is February 14. Therefore, on February 14, I bring you a story about Ahsoka's birthday.
Read on if you dare!
Ahsoka cracked her eyes open, unprepared to accept that morning had dawned already. She yanked her blanket over her head. Going to classes didn't sound like fun. She hoped the council called her and Anakin in for a last-minute mission that day.
When Ahsoka's air ran out from under the thin blanket, she shoved it off and rolled off of her sleeping mat. She spread her blanket neatly over the matt, grabbed her lightsabers, and started down the hallway to her Master's room.
"Happy birthday, Ahsoka!" Anakin leaped out of the door and enveloped Ahsoka in a hug.
"Um, what?" Ahsoka stood awkwardly in his embrace.
"It's your birthday," Anakin released her.
"I have a birthday?"
Anakin laughed. "Of course you do, Snips. Everyone has a birthday."
"So how come you know when my birthday is, but I didn't even know I had a birthday?" Ahsoka questioned.
"I read your records," Anakin explained, walking down the hall and waving for her to follow.
"Oh," Ahsoka couldn't quite wrap her head around the idea. "So why has no one ever told me?"
"Birthdays aren't celebrated here because we don't believe in attachments, so we shouldn't make a show of ourselves by selfishly celebrating ourselves. And no one loves anyone else enough to have birthdays because we aren't supposed to be attached," Anakin said in a very yadah-yadah way with his eyes rolling back and forth. "No one knows their birthdays."
"So I'm selfish if I celebrate mine?" Ahsoka turned into the mess hall.
"No, not at all," Anakin waved his hands in the air. "It's just a Jedi preference thing I guess. Attachments rule. But guess what?"
"What?"
"I am going to celebrate your birthday because you're important to me and it's good to have a day just to appreciate you," Anakin patted her shoulder. "Screw the attachment thing for your day."
"For me?" Ahsoka furrowed her brow.
"Yep."
"Does that mean you're going to bail me out of class today?" Ahsoka brightened.
"Nice try," Anakin laughed. "After your classes, though, go straight to the barracks."
Ahsoka sighed, nodding.
Her day of classes was, as always, agonizing. She nearly fell asleep seventeen times. As soon as the students were dismissed for the day, Ahsoka ran to the barracks.
The bunks were empty. Ahsoka found a note pinned on Fives' bunk. It read:
Meet us in the mess hall, Commander Tano
Ahsoka hurried to the mess hall. The lights were off, so she walked in to flip them on. As soon as she did so, the clones jumped out. Instead of the "surprise!" she was expecting, she was met with a paintball smashing into her bare arm and a paintball gun hurled at her face.
Grabbing the paintball gun, another cry rippled from the gaggle of clones.
"I declare a paintball war!" Fives screamed.
"Every man for himself!" Hardcase added. "And Togruta!"
The mess hall erupted into chaos. Ahsoka dove behind a table and fired repeatedly at anyone she could get a clear shot at.
Suddenly, Ahsoka felt a profound and wet stinging on her bare back. She whirled around, barely dodging paintballs that flew at her head. Ahsoka fired back at the three clones who hastily retreated from her shots.
The battle went on. In the end, everyone ended up with a lot of paint and Ahsoka ended up with several bruises. Paint caked the walls.
The clones and Ahsoka spent the next hour scrubbing paint off of everything. Anakin showed up after that, taking Ahsoka back to the temple to shower.
Once Ahsoka showered, she dumped her homework on her desk with no motivation to actually do any of it.
"Ahsoka, you ready to go?" Anakin knocked on the door.
"Go where?" Ahsoka opened the door to face him.
"To Senator Amidala's. She has a surprise for you," Anakin smirked fondly.
"Sure," Ahsoka didn't even look back at her quarters. Her homework could wait.
The ride to the Senator's apartment was relatively silent. Ahsoka watched the traffic whizzing in the opposite direction.
As soon as they got there, Anakin led the way to her apartment. Strangely, or maybe not strangely, he knew the way. He knocked on the door and a very cheerful senator answered it.
"Ahsoka, so good to see you!" Pamdé exclaimed, wrapping Ahsoka in a hug.
Ahsoka returned the hug. "It's good to see you, too."
"Come in, come in," the senator stepped aside to invite the Jedi into her apartment.
"Okay, I'm hungry, where's the cake?" Anakin muttered under his breath.
Ahsoka laughed. "You know I can hear you, right?"
Anakin smirked. "I was hoping you would. I'm hungry."
Padmé rolled her eyes at Anakin and lead Ahsoka into the kitchen. Padmé sat Anakin and Ahsoka at the table and produced three small cakes from the counter. They were coated in red, white, and pink frosting and sprinkled with miniature heart candies.
"Don't worry, there's no chocolate," Padmé exchanged a knowing look with Anakin. "It's all Togruta-safe. I heard about the last time you ate chocolate."
"Yeah," Ahsoka sighed. "That was an adventure."
Padmé set the white cake with red trim and pink hearts in front of Ahsoka. She gave Anakin the red one with white trim and hearts. She set the pink one with white trim and hearts in front of herself.
Then Padmé stuck fifteen candles into Ahsoka's cake. Anakin snatched the lighter and lit the candles.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Ah-Sn-o-ips-ka, happy birthday to you!"
Ahsoka sat there awkwardly as Anakin and Padmé sang, giggling when Padmé sang "Ahsoka" and Anakin sang "Snips" at the same time. She blew out the candles when they finished and they applauded.
The three at their cake. Anakin scarfed his cake down like a wild animal, which had Ahsoka and Padmé rolling their eyes. They preferred to eat theirs slowly and enjoy the flavor.
After the cake, Anakin led Ahsoka to the couch. Padmé put their dishes away and retrieved a small, ribbon-tied, neatly-wrapped box. She handed it to Ahsoka.
Ahsoka examined the box for a long moment. It looked quite elegant. Not to mention, she'd never gotten a gift like that before, so wondering what was inside was more entertaining than ripping it open immediately.
"Open it, already, Ahsoka!" Anakin whined.
Ahsoka gave him a dirty look, making him laugh. She carefully peeled the paper away, purposefully taking her time to annoy Anakin.
Finally, the paper had been removed and Ahsoka allowed a gasp to escape her at what she saw.
Fitted neatly in the box was a pot holding four marg sabl flowers. Ahsoka, with her mouth parted slightly, pulled the pot out gently and held it lovingly in her hand. The flowers opened into a sunburst as the light poured over them, a stark contrast to the dark box.
Padmé wrapped her arms gently around Ahsoka and Anakin took the pot and set it on the small table in front of the couch. He tackled both girls with a giant bear hug.
Ahsoka giggled, wiping away a tear that had somehow squeezed itself out of her eye unnoticed. She sniffed and rubbed her cheeks dry from water.
"Are you crying, Snips?" Anakin pulled away from her, putting both his hands on her shoulders and giving her a teasing smirk.
"No!"
More tears brimmed her eyes at the thought of her family.
Anakin chuckled, hugging her once again.
"Happy birthday, Snips."
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Word Count: 1,350
Published: Feb. 14, 2022
Awwww, I'm so happy right now. I love this story soooo much! However, I probably shoulda spent more time editing... meh, correct me on any spelling or grammar issues if you will.
So yeah. Fun stuff. Sun Fluff. Hah, you see what I did there? No? I just look like a clinically insane author? Cool.
Bye peoples!