Hello there my guys! I shouldn't be writing since it's almost midnight and I'm very sleep deprived from a huge lack of sleep over the past few days because I've been writing but I'M fINE. I'm going to make a collection of Anakin and Ahsoka fluffs since I write so much of them. I hope you all have a great day! :')

Ahsoka didn't exactly know what she was doing, but Anakin didn't have to know that. Her delicate fingers ran through his hair, pulling it out of it's usual mess. He leaned his head back against her legs, closing his eyes.

They were in his quarters, he was sitting cross-legged on the floor while she was on his bed, preparing to braid his hair. She was inspired to do so when she was talking with her fellow padawan, Caleb, before they had boarded the Resolute. She was trying to focus on their conversation at the time, but got distracted by his padawan braid swinging behind his head. Then she wanted to try it. She had always been fascinated by hair, especially that of her friends, and that, Anakin's.

"Hey Master?"

"Yes, Snips?"

"Can I braid your hair?"

Then she was flustered and embarrassed that she would ask her master, her general, such a stupid question.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"No, no it's okay."

He ran a hand through the brown mess.

"I don't know if I have enough, but you can try."

Ahsoka gathered a bit of his hair in her fingers, separating it into three parts. "That's how you do it, right?"

He almost turned to her but kept his back straight to not ruin what she was doing. "You don't know what you're doing?" He asked with concern laced in his voice.

"Not really." She patted the top of his head. "It's okay, Master, I got this."

He sighed. "Okay, continue."

Ahsoka started braiding his hair, deciding what she wanted to do with it. "OOH, I can do three braids, two in front one in the back, and we can be matching! No, wait, I should do another padawan braid. Did you have a padawan braid when you were a padawan, Master?"

"Of course, Snips."

"Where'd it go?"

He laughed. "What?"

She repeated herself. "Where'd it go?"

"Well, I cut it off when I was Knighted." He reached behind him, pointing at her sikla ones. "You'll get rid of them when you're a Knight too."

"Wouldn't that hurt?"

Anakin shook his head. "No, cutting hair doesn't hurt."

"Oh."

He smiled at her fascination with hair. Then softly groaned as she combed through his hair with her fingers, feeling her starting to weave the strands together.

"Does it feel good?"

He nodded, and felt her awkwardly pulling away. "No, no, no," He chuckled, blushing. "Not like that. It's relaxing." He leaned farther back into her, and she continued what she was doing.

"It's soft." Ahsoka commented. She was braiding it on the side of his head, letting some of it fall below it, and she planned to do the same to the other side and connect them. She was having fun, the only time when she could really touch hair was...well never. The council wouldn't approve of such an obvious display of affection, which is why she asked Anakin.

She finished up with one side. "Holy Force." She muttered. "I should be a professional."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Cause people would definitely trust someone with no hair to style theirs."

She halfheartedly punched him. "Way to crush my dreams, Skyguy." She grabbed a hair tie that was sitting on his bed next to her, and smiled proudly at her finished product once she was done. "Awe, Master, you look so pretty!"

"Thanks….?"

He stood up, walking to the attached refresh in his quarters, and looking at himself in the mirror. He ran his hands over what she did. It wasn't bad for someone so inexperienced, actually it wasn't bad at all. He laughed to himself. "I look like Senator Almidala, Ahsoka."

She tilted her head at him. "Yeah," She giggled. "Yeah you do."

He reached for the back, about to take it out before she stopped him. "What are you doing!?" She ran to him before he could explain himself.

"I was just gonna-"

She glared him down. "What? Are you embarrassed?"

"NO! No, Snips, I think it looks great, I-"

"You need to show off my talent to the boys and recommend me as a stylist, otherwise how am I gonna get this career going?"

He groaned, knowing even if he tried to get out of this, she guilt him into it anyways.

"Fine."

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"Aye, nice hair, General."

"Looking good, sir."

The room nearly burst into laughter when Anakin walked onto the bridge, the clones still saluting him but having the time of their lives making fun of him.

He walked up to Rex. "Like your new style, sir." He said with a laugh.

"Ahsoka did it."

Everyone stopped, freezing in place. Insulting Anakin was one thing, but insulting Ahsoka could have you shunned as a clone, (by fellow clones and the General, of course.)

"Uh...I mean, it looks great! Tell her I think she did an amazing job!" Rex rambled with a overdone smile. "And we appreciate her company and would never say anything to hurt her ever!"

The rest of the men nodded in agreement. "We were just joking, we think she did a splendid job, sir. As usual." They all nodded and smiled.

Anakin rolled his eyes at his men. "But how do I actually look?"

"Terrible."

"Horrendous."

"Absolutely terrible."

He laughed. "Wow, thanks guys for the support guys."

"Anytime, General."