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Padme approaches Obi-Wan to fix things with Anakin in ADHD!Obi. Anakin finds out his friend knew about his marriage and that Padme’s unplanned accusations have sent his master into the beginnings of depression. After all, who wouldn’t be depressed if they were told that they are “too needy” and “inconsiderate” when the other person is lashing out from frustration?

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Mentally praying as
he raced around the corner with sweat on his brow, Anakin hoped to
Force that he wouldn’t be too late, that Padme had not already
found Obi-Wan and that he could divert a disaster in the making even
as he was mentally cursing himself, Padme, the galaxy and the sweat
currently dripping down his back from the sparring round he had gone
through with Kit Fisto.

But when Ahsoka had
called him that she had seen Padme in the temple…

Heart in his
throat, Anakin finally burst into the right hallway and tore down to
the door he was going for.

Slapping his hand
onto the lock, Anakin took a second to wipe his forehead with the
back of his arm as it opened and promptly almost lost his lunch at
the site of Obi-Wan sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up,
face buried in his legs and arms tight around them to pull them
closer to his body.

He was too late.

Padme, his
wonderful, diplomatic but frustrated Padme had opened her mouth and
things had come out wrong.

“Obi-Wan?” He
whispered, watching the redhead do a full body flinch in surprise
before lifting his head from his knees to show red rimmed eyes
despite the dryness of his face.

“Anakin?”
Obi-Wan croaked in a broken tone.

Heart tearing apart
in his chest, Anakin slowly moved into the quarters and let the door
close shut behind him as he made his way towards the older man,
dropping down on one knee while gently touching Obi-Wan’s knees.
“…What did she say?” Anakin questioned, squeezing the others
knee with care.

Obi-Wan clenched
his eyes shut and fisted his hands into his leggings at that
question, teeth gritted as he took a deep breath.

“Obi-Wan, please
whatever she said, she’s just frustrated.” Anakin continued,
trying to carefully pry the others hands loose. “Please Obi-Wan,
she didn’t mean it, whatever it is, it wasn’t tru-”

“So I’m not
claiming your attention like a needy kid?” Obi-Wan rasped out, eyes
till tightly closed.

Because of that, he
did not see Anakin’s face go calk white, then red and then resigned
before he wrapped his arms around the redhead. “No. I want to
spend my time with you, want to give you my attention. You’re
not taking anything I’m not willing to give you.” He whispered
into the others ear, pulling him in tightly. ‘I need to have a
karking conversation with Padme about this. Kark you can’t just say
things like that to someone not neurotypical! You shouldn’t say it
anyhow to anyone!’

So busy mentally
scolding Padme, Anakin almost lost out on Obi-Wan’s next words.
“But she’s your wife Anakin.” The redhead muttered resignedly.

Twitching a bit,
Anakin sat back a bit on his heel to stare at him before sighing and
nodding. “She is.”

At least the
confession made Obi-Wan open his eyes to stare at him, looking wary
and tired.

“But you’re my
friend.” Anakin added on. “Family.” He leaned in slowly and
tapped their foreheads together. “And she can’t decide for me and
I can’t decide for her who our friends are.” He quietly rubbed
their noses together, smiling when Obi-Wan quirked his lips a bit at
the gesture. “And I think its normal for couples to argue but she
can’t take my faults out on you, that’s not fair at all. You
haven’t asked me to spend my time with you, I choose to spend my
time with you.” Anakin said with affection in his eyes.

Peering back,
Obi-Wan gave a little shaky huff before he nodded, their foreheads
rubbing against each others at the move. “I guess you’re right…
I just… she’s right about you not needing to spend all your time
with me. If you want to go and smooth things over with her… I can
go hang out with Bant or teach Ahsoka…” He added, trailing
lightly off when Anakin raised both his eyebrows in disbelief.

“You promised me
caramel cake!” The blond huffed, pouting before grinning when
Obi-Wan started to laugh.

“Oh alright,
alright!” Obi-Wan waved his hands, chuckling warmly if shakily. “But you
need to go shower before you get any cake.”

Bouncing to his
feet and pulling Obi-Wan up with him, Anakin gave a giant grin and
nod before skipping off to the shower, feeling relief settle low in
his stomach as he heard Obi-Wan whistle to the kitchen, disaster
averted. For now at least…

Padme approaches Obi-Wan to fix things with Anakin in ADHD!Obi. Anakin finds out his friend knew about his marriage and that Padme’s unplanned accusations have sent his master into the beginnings of depression. After all, who wouldn’t be depressed if they were told that they are “too needy” and “inconsiderate” when the other person is lashing out from frustration?

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Mentally praying as
he raced around the corner with sweat on his brow, Anakin hoped to
Force that he wouldn’t be too late, that Padme had not already
found Obi-Wan and that he could divert a disaster in the making even
as he was mentally cursing himself, Padme, the galaxy and the sweat
currently dripping down his back from the sparring round he had gone
through with Kit Fisto.

But when Ahsoka had
called him that she had seen Padme in the temple…

Heart in his
throat, Anakin finally burst into the right hallway and tore down to
the door he was going for.

Slapping his hand
onto the lock, Anakin took a second to wipe his forehead with the
back of his arm as it opened and promptly almost lost his lunch at
the site of Obi-Wan sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up,
face buried in his legs and arms tight around them to pull them
closer to his body.

He was too late.

Padme, his
wonderful, diplomatic but frustrated Padme had opened her mouth and
things had come out wrong.

“Obi-Wan?” He
whispered, watching the redhead do a full body flinch in surprise
before lifting his head from his knees to show red rimmed eyes
despite the dryness of his face.

“Anakin?”
Obi-Wan croaked in a broken tone.

Heart tearing apart
in his chest, Anakin slowly moved into the quarters and let the door
close shut behind him as he made his way towards the older man,
dropping down on one knee while gently touching Obi-Wan’s knees.
“…What did she say?” Anakin questioned, squeezing the others
knee with care.

Obi-Wan clenched
his eyes shut and fisted his hands into his leggings at that
question, teeth gritted as he took a deep breath.

“Obi-Wan, please
whatever she said, she’s just frustrated.” Anakin continued,
trying to carefully pry the others hands loose. “Please Obi-Wan,
she didn’t mean it, whatever it is, it wasn’t tru-”

“So I’m not
claiming your attention like a needy kid?” Obi-Wan rasped out, eyes
till tightly closed.

Because of that, he
did not see Anakin’s face go calk white, then red and then resigned
before he wrapped his arms around the redhead. “No. I want to
spend my time with you, want to give you my attention. You’re
not taking anything I’m not willing to give you.” He whispered
into the others ear, pulling him in tightly. ‘I need to have a
karking conversation with Padme about this. Kark you can’t just say
things like that to someone not neurotypical! You shouldn’t say it
anyhow to anyone!’

So busy mentally
scolding Padme, Anakin almost lost out on Obi-Wan’s next words.
“But she’s your wife Anakin.” The redhead muttered resignedly.

Twitching a bit,
Anakin sat back a bit on his heel to stare at him before sighing and
nodding. “She is.”

At least the
confession made Obi-Wan open his eyes to stare at him, looking wary
and tired.

“But you’re my
friend.” Anakin added on. “Family.” He leaned in slowly and
tapped their foreheads together. “And she can’t decide for me and
I can’t decide for her who our friends are.” He quietly rubbed
their noses together, smiling when Obi-Wan quirked his lips a bit at
the gesture. “And I think its normal for couples to argue but she
can’t take my faults out on you, that’s not fair at all. You
haven’t asked me to spend my time with you, I choose to spend my
time with you.” Anakin said with affection in his eyes.

Peering back,
Obi-Wan gave a little shaky huff before he nodded, their foreheads
rubbing against each others at the move. “I guess you’re right…
I just… she’s right about you not needing to spend all your time
with me. If you want to go and smooth things over with her… I can
go hang out with Bant or teach Ahsoka…” He added, trailing
lightly off when Anakin raised both his eyebrows in disbelief.

“You promised me
caramel cake!” The blond huffed, pouting before grinning when
Obi-Wan started to laugh.

“Oh alright,
alright!” Obi-Wan waved his hands, chuckling warmly if shakily. “But you
need to go shower before you get any cake.”

Bouncing to his
feet and pulling Obi-Wan up with him, Anakin gave a giant grin and
nod before skipping off to the shower, feeling relief settle low in
his stomach as he heard Obi-Wan whistle to the kitchen, disaster
averted. For now at least…

OMG, I love 💕 ADHD!Obi! I loved that he was giving Anakin random fun facts to cheer him up. Maybe can we see Obi-Wan doing that some more?

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“Did
you know that pigs have orgasms that last about half an hour?”
Obi-Wan offered up, peeking over towards Anakin who paused and
blinked to himself before the blond shook his head. “Do you think
gamorreans do too? They’re pig like.” The
redhead mused.

Aanakin’s
eyes went wide at that and he choked on his breadroll which
Ahsoka quickly started pounding him on the back with, though in
Anakin’s defense he wasn’t the only one currently choking on
their food or drink since quite a few people had been listening in on
Obi-Wan suddenly speaking up.

“If
there’s one thing I don’t wanna consider its gamorreans mating
rituals Obi-Wan.” Anakin finally wheezed out once his airways were
clear.

Shrugging
a bit, Obi-Wan smiled wanly
over the table to his former padawan and grandpadawan. “I was just
voicing my thoughts.” He said arily.

“Gamorreans
are part lizard too aren’t they?” Ahsoka voiced after a moment,
looking between the two. “Or that’s what I heard at least.”

“Oh
no.” Obi-Wan chuckled. “No that comes from the demeaning name
some people call them where they are refered to as ‘pig-lizard’.
No gamorreans are porcine humanoids, that’s all they are.”
Obi-Wan explained to the young togruta.

Anakin
gave a low mutter, something about hutts, slavers and ‘piggies’
squealing but Ahsoka wasn’t quite sure she wanted to know the
details there as Obi-Wan’s face made a twitchy expression before it
cleared with a smile as a low sensation of horror suddenly rose in
her stomach.

“Pigs
also have curly dicks, do
you think gamorreans
have it?”

Right,
there was the horror she had been feeling.

Anakin
promptly spat his juice out on the table. “OBI-WAN!” He cried out
in despair. “I don’t wanna think about that.”

“What
is the meaning of this?” A deep voice rumbled even as there was a
scattering of giggles around the table. Obi-Wan and Anakin looked up
to meet Mace eyes, the mans brow raised and a disapproving frown on
his face.

Anakin
quickly pointed at Obi-Wan, throwing him under the bus. “Obi-Wan is
pondering about gamorrean dicks!” He yelped.

Mace
mouth dropped open in surprise, blinking between them even as Ahsoka
dropped her face in her hands as Obi-Wan smiled brightly.

“You
know farghul’s are felinoid’s… cats have barbs on their
lengths.”Obi-Wan chirped brightly as Mace mouth dropped open even
wider in the face of this information presented by the usually so
composed man.

“WHAT
IS YOUR PREOCCUPATION WITH PENISES TODAY!?” Anakin cried out in
more despair, trying to cover his ears.

Humming
at that, Obi-Wan tapped his chin while Mace struggled to gather his
composure as there was even more scattered giggles around them. “I
think its just one of those days Anakin.” The redhead settled on
seriously before smirking. “Also you looked like you needed a
little shock.”

Anakin
groaned at that before dropping his head in his hands, mumbling to
himself.

“In
the future master Kenobi.” Mace finally wheezed out, managing to
find some semblance of peace. “Lets not talk about curious
reproductive traits of animals in the mess hall… there are
younglings here.” He ended on a pleading note.

Obi-Wan
eyed him for a moment before shrugging and returning to his food,
humming happily for a few moments. The rest slowly relaxed and after
a moment of eyeing Obi-Wan suspiciously Anakin did so too.

“…Hamster
parents eat their babies when stressed.”

“OBI-WAN!”

OMG, I love 💕 ADHD!Obi! I loved that he was giving Anakin random fun facts to cheer him up. Maybe can we see Obi-Wan doing that some more?

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“Did
you know that pigs have orgasms that last about half an hour?”
Obi-Wan offered up, peeking over towards Anakin who paused and
blinked to himself before the blond shook his head. “Do you think
gamorreans do too? They’re pig like.” The
redhead mused.

Aanakin’s
eyes went wide at that and he choked on his breadroll which
Ahsoka quickly started pounding him on the back with, though in
Anakin’s defense he wasn’t the only one currently choking on
their food or drink since quite a few people had been listening in on
Obi-Wan suddenly speaking up.

“If
there’s one thing I don’t wanna consider its gamorreans mating
rituals Obi-Wan.” Anakin finally wheezed out once his airways were
clear.

Shrugging
a bit, Obi-Wan smiled wanly
over the table to his former padawan and grandpadawan. “I was just
voicing my thoughts.” He said arily.

“Gamorreans
are part lizard too aren’t they?” Ahsoka voiced after a moment,
looking between the two. “Or that’s what I heard at least.”

“Oh
no.” Obi-Wan chuckled. “No that comes from the demeaning name
some people call them where they are refered to as ‘pig-lizard’.
No gamorreans are porcine humanoids, that’s all they are.”
Obi-Wan explained to the young togruta.

Anakin
gave a low mutter, something about hutts, slavers and ‘piggies’
squealing but Ahsoka wasn’t quite sure she wanted to know the
details there as Obi-Wan’s face made a twitchy expression before it
cleared with a smile as a low sensation of horror suddenly rose in
her stomach.

“Pigs
also have curly dicks, do
you think gamorreans
have it?”

Right,
there was the horror she had been feeling.

Anakin
promptly spat his juice out on the table. “OBI-WAN!” He cried out
in despair. “I don’t wanna think about that.”

“What
is the meaning of this?” A deep voice rumbled even as there was a
scattering of giggles around the table. Obi-Wan and Anakin looked up
to meet Mace eyes, the mans brow raised and a disapproving frown on
his face.

Anakin
quickly pointed at Obi-Wan, throwing him under the bus. “Obi-Wan is
pondering about gamorrean dicks!” He yelped.

Mace
mouth dropped open in surprise, blinking between them even as Ahsoka
dropped her face in her hands as Obi-Wan smiled brightly.

“You
know farghul’s are felinoid’s… cats have barbs on their
lengths.”Obi-Wan chirped brightly as Mace mouth dropped open even
wider in the face of this information presented by the usually so
composed man.

“WHAT
IS YOUR PREOCCUPATION WITH PENISES TODAY!?” Anakin cried out in
more despair, trying to cover his ears.

Humming
at that, Obi-Wan tapped his chin while Mace struggled to gather his
composure as there was even more scattered giggles around them. “I
think its just one of those days Anakin.” The redhead settled on
seriously before smirking. “Also you looked like you needed a
little shock.”

Anakin
groaned at that before dropping his head in his hands, mumbling to
himself.

“In
the future master Kenobi.” Mace finally wheezed out, managing to
find some semblance of peace. “Lets not talk about curious
reproductive traits of animals in the mess hall… there are
younglings here.” He ended on a pleading note.

Obi-Wan
eyed him for a moment before shrugging and returning to his food,
humming happily for a few moments. The rest slowly relaxed and after
a moment of eyeing Obi-Wan suspiciously Anakin did so too.

“…Hamster
parents eat their babies when stressed.”

“OBI-WAN!”

In ADHD!Obi, Anakin (maybe a long with Ahsoka) has some fun convincing his rigid Tabby to do something out of his routine as a way to help the older man (and himself) heal from the recent traumas they experiences. Or maybe Anakin making a chore (like finding Obi-Wan’s dropped robes) into a game.

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“Do you know that
leather is edible?” Obi-Wan hummed, rubbing his chin. “I mean you
should boil it to make it easier on your stomach but leather is
edible.” He continued as if it was obvious that you should boil
leather but still.

Anakin slowly
pushed his googles up on his head to stare up at his master sitting
on the speeder Anakin was working on, eyes slightly wide as he held
the burner in his hand, wearing only leggings and a tank top with
welder ash in his face. “And you thought that was prudent to tell
me right now because…” He let the question hang in the air as he
stared at the redhead.

Obi-Wan stared back
just as bemused as Anakin was staring up at him. “Well that’s
obvious, considering all the situations we manage to land ourselves
in, I figured you’d appreciate the information that you had food
close to hand in case of desperation.” The redhead tilted his head
while waving his own right hand for point.

Blinking a bit,
Anakin looked towards his hand, staring at the leather glove covering
his mech hand and then let out a giant snort, sitting back on his
heel from where he had been working on the speeder motor. “Really
Obi-Wan?” He smirked up at his former master.

Grinning in return,
Obi-Wan gave a little wink that had Anakin’s stomach flopping. “You
looked so serious, I felt it was about time to give you some
amusement.” He said cheerfully. “And with my head stuffed full of
information I figured I could use that.” Obi-Wan chortled to
himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as Anakin turned
back to the motor with a smile on his face still.

Obi-Wan’s words
however had Anakin sobering even as he kept a smile on his face for
the others sake.

He and Padme had a
row, a big one just the day before and he may be avoiding thinking
about it as he had done everything he could to spend time with
others. From sparring in the communal arena with Ahsoka, taking his
meals in the commissary and even convincing Obi-Wan out of his usual
routines to come with him to the hanger while Anakin worked on a
faulty speeder.

He had been so
eager to see her but…

Force, it had felt
like stepping on eggshells around her this time and Anakin wasn’t
sure what he had done wrong…

And eventually he
had asked.

She had been so
upset at him, accused him of loving Obi-Wan more than her, caring
more for his needs than Padme’s and almost yelling at him about how
little time the had with the war going on and Anakin being away for
battles with the CSI and the troopers all over the galaxy. That she
could understand.

She didn’t
understand how Anakin would choose Obi-Wan over her practically every
time he was on Coruscant.

And then she had
snorted about Anakin’s claim about ADHD and how he needed to be
there for his friend and she accused Obi-Wan of just being loony…

She hadn’t meant
it, he knew Padme understood Adhd and she had covered her mouth the moment she said it, eyes wide in
horror and shame.

But she had still
said it.

Still called
Obi-Wan loony, Obi-Wan who encountered enough assholes in the galaxy
who’d use his condition against him and now someone Obi-Wan
respected called him that behind his back…

Anakin had left,
not responded to her cries of his name, the comm calls or the begging
missives hand delivered by handmaidens.

Turning the welder
off again, Anakin glanced up through his googles at the speeder seat
to find Obi-Wan ruffling through a pad, with most likely reports
which meant that while Anakin had managed to get the other out of
some of his routine, Obi-Wan had managed to snag a pad with him to
the noisy hanger with others wandering back and forth and was still
working, leg bouncing as he did.

Watching him,
Anakin slowly reached out and wrapped his hand around the others
still calf, giving it a little affectionate squeeze which caused the
redhead to look up and smile at him.

Smiling back,
Anakin gave an extra squeeze and laughed a bit when Obi-Wan knocked
his knee to the others shoulder, the redhead demanding nothing,
wanting nothing except to sit in the blond’s company as he worked
on the motor.

‘You’re not
loony Obi-Wan. You’re right just as you are.’ He thought warmly,
feeling a tenseness in his lower back finally ease up at the thought
as he returned to work.

In ADHD!Obi, Anakin (maybe a long with Ahsoka) has some fun convincing his rigid Tabby to do something out of his routine as a way to help the older man (and himself) heal from the recent traumas they experiences. Or maybe Anakin making a chore (like finding Obi-Wan’s dropped robes) into a game.

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“Do you know that
leather is edible?” Obi-Wan hummed, rubbing his chin. “I mean you
should boil it to make it easier on your stomach but leather is
edible.” He continued as if it was obvious that you should boil
leather but still.

Anakin slowly
pushed his googles up on his head to stare up at his master sitting
on the speeder Anakin was working on, eyes slightly wide as he held
the burner in his hand, wearing only leggings and a tank top with
welder ash in his face. “And you thought that was prudent to tell
me right now because…” He let the question hang in the air as he
stared at the redhead.

Obi-Wan stared back
just as bemused as Anakin was staring up at him. “Well that’s
obvious, considering all the situations we manage to land ourselves
in, I figured you’d appreciate the information that you had food
close to hand in case of desperation.” The redhead tilted his head
while waving his own right hand for point.

Blinking a bit,
Anakin looked towards his hand, staring at the leather glove covering
his mech hand and then let out a giant snort, sitting back on his
heel from where he had been working on the speeder motor. “Really
Obi-Wan?” He smirked up at his former master.

Grinning in return,
Obi-Wan gave a little wink that had Anakin’s stomach flopping. “You
looked so serious, I felt it was about time to give you some
amusement.” He said cheerfully. “And with my head stuffed full of
information I figured I could use that.” Obi-Wan chortled to
himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as Anakin turned
back to the motor with a smile on his face still.

Obi-Wan’s words
however had Anakin sobering even as he kept a smile on his face for
the others sake.

He and Padme had a
row, a big one just the day before and he may be avoiding thinking
about it as he had done everything he could to spend time with
others. From sparring in the communal arena with Ahsoka, taking his
meals in the commissary and even convincing Obi-Wan out of his usual
routines to come with him to the hanger while Anakin worked on a
faulty speeder.

He had been so
eager to see her but…

Force, it had felt
like stepping on eggshells around her this time and Anakin wasn’t
sure what he had done wrong…

And eventually he
had asked.

She had been so
upset at him, accused him of loving Obi-Wan more than her, caring
more for his needs than Padme’s and almost yelling at him about how
little time the had with the war going on and Anakin being away for
battles with the CSI and the troopers all over the galaxy. That she
could understand.

She didn’t
understand how Anakin would choose Obi-Wan over her practically every
time he was on Coruscant.

And then she had
snorted about Anakin’s claim about ADHD and how he needed to be
there for his friend and she accused Obi-Wan of just being loony…

She hadn’t meant
it, he knew Padme understood Adhd and she had covered her mouth the moment she said it, eyes wide in
horror and shame.

But she had still
said it.

Still called
Obi-Wan loony, Obi-Wan who encountered enough assholes in the galaxy
who’d use his condition against him and now someone Obi-Wan
respected called him that behind his back…

Anakin had left,
not responded to her cries of his name, the comm calls or the begging
missives hand delivered by handmaidens.

Turning the welder
off again, Anakin glanced up through his googles at the speeder seat
to find Obi-Wan ruffling through a pad, with most likely reports
which meant that while Anakin had managed to get the other out of
some of his routine, Obi-Wan had managed to snag a pad with him to
the noisy hanger with others wandering back and forth and was still
working, leg bouncing as he did.

Watching him,
Anakin slowly reached out and wrapped his hand around the others
still calf, giving it a little affectionate squeeze which caused the
redhead to look up and smile at him.

Smiling back,
Anakin gave an extra squeeze and laughed a bit when Obi-Wan knocked
his knee to the others shoulder, the redhead demanding nothing,
wanting nothing except to sit in the blond’s company as he worked
on the motor.

‘You’re not
loony Obi-Wan. You’re right just as you are.’ He thought warmly,
feeling a tenseness in his lower back finally ease up at the thought
as he returned to work.

ADHD Obi- Anakin finds his Obi was more mentally damaged by the Hardeen incident. Maybe Mortis happens after Hardeen in this verse and even dark side Anakin finds he cannot harm his Obi.

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His eyes are
desperate, full of pain and disbelief with tears gathering in the
corner of them to cling to his lashes, the yellow of the lava giving
his face a warm orange glow.

Anakin hasn’t
seen Obi-Wan cry since the Hardeen fiasco but here they are, Obi-Wan
on the verge of crying as he stares at Anakin in stunned disbelief.

Why?

Surely he must have
known that Anakin had always had a foot towards the darker side of
the Force?

‘But he never
thought I would actually Fall, did he? Too much trust in me to
ever believe that I would do something so foolish, that I would let
him down.’

The thought struck
like a gong that not even the Son’s whispers and the visions of the
future could overshadow as he slowly turned to Obi-Wan, kneeling down
beside him and ignoring the flinch when he gently brought Obi-Wan to
his chest. “Shhh Obi-Wan, its alright. Its going to be alright I
promise.” He whispered into his old master’s ear, feeling the
quivers of the body in his arm as he nestled him closer to his chest
with his arms tighter around the body.

“I don’t
understand Anakin.” Obi-Wan finally stuttered out, not lifting his
face from Anakin’s tabards as his hands slowly fisted into his dark
tunic. “What have you done?” He added, a tinge of desperation in
his voice.

“What I had to.”
Anakin murmured in return, his tone shaking ever so slightly with
uncertainty.

()()()

Sitting up in his
bed, Anakin held his breath for a long moment before finally
breathing out, a shuddering breath in his chest as sweat cooled on
his skin. ‘…Force will I never be rid of the memory of Mortis?’
He grunted to himself before throwing his sheet to the side and
getting up.

The breeze from his
opened window slipped in and made him feel even more chilled with
goosebumps breaking out on his flesh as Anakin quickly grasped his
robe in the dark and slung it around himself, making his way to his
door and slipping out, the light of Coruscant enough for him to see
the quarters.

After a few moments
he crossed the living room to Obi-Wan’s bedroom door, opening it up
to peer in.

His master was
sleeping peacefully, curled up in bed with one arm tucked under his
head and his other raised along his head until his hand curled near
his nose. Obi-Wan’s face was finally showing signs of a proper
beard, his scraggly stubble starting to become the real deal from his
undercover op that Anakin absolutely refused to think about too hard.

Quietly, Anakin
leaned on the doorway, letting his eyes adjust to the dark and
watching the rise and fall of Obi-Wan’s sheets that indicated his
breath, letting the sound sooth his own frazzled mind.

‘His arm is going
to go numb if he sleeps on it like that…’ Anakin thought to
himself, lips quirking into a small smile before he stepped into the
room quietly, kneeling down beside the bed. Reaching out he slowly
slid one hand beneath the arm and the head, gently lifting his head
with painfully slow movements.

Obi-Wan roused some
but a quick brush of his Force aura against the other had him
slumbering just as peacefully as Anakin used his free hand to pull
the arm down slowly and then lowered Obi-Wan’s head back on the
pillow, red hairs stroking along his fingers a minor blessing to him.

Obi-Wan had just
looked… wrong without his hair, small.

Anakin hadn’t
liked it, it hadn’t fit with how Obi-Wan was suppose to look and
maybe, just maybe Anakin was fond of the others hair.

Stroking it slowly,
Anakin settled on his knees as Obi-Wan let out a quiet sigh of
pleasure as he continued his watch with the soothing sound and
Obi-Wan’s Force aura against his own. ‘Poor Obi-Wan…’ He
thought sadly to himself. ‘I’m never going to hurt you, not even
the Dark side can make me hurt you.’

ADHD Obi- Anakin finds his Obi was more mentally damaged by the Hardeen incident. Maybe Mortis happens after Hardeen in this verse and even dark side Anakin finds he cannot harm his Obi.

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His eyes are
desperate, full of pain and disbelief with tears gathering in the
corner of them to cling to his lashes, the yellow of the lava giving
his face a warm orange glow.

Anakin hasn’t
seen Obi-Wan cry since the Hardeen fiasco but here they are, Obi-Wan
on the verge of crying as he stares at Anakin in stunned disbelief.

Why?

Surely he must have
known that Anakin had always had a foot towards the darker side of
the Force?

‘But he never
thought I would actually Fall, did he? Too much trust in me to
ever believe that I would do something so foolish, that I would let
him down.’

The thought struck
like a gong that not even the Son’s whispers and the visions of the
future could overshadow as he slowly turned to Obi-Wan, kneeling down
beside him and ignoring the flinch when he gently brought Obi-Wan to
his chest. “Shhh Obi-Wan, its alright. Its going to be alright I
promise.” He whispered into his old master’s ear, feeling the
quivers of the body in his arm as he nestled him closer to his chest
with his arms tighter around the body.

“I don’t
understand Anakin.” Obi-Wan finally stuttered out, not lifting his
face from Anakin’s tabards as his hands slowly fisted into his dark
tunic. “What have you done?” He added, a tinge of desperation in
his voice.

“What I had to.”
Anakin murmured in return, his tone shaking ever so slightly with
uncertainty.

()()()

Sitting up in his
bed, Anakin held his breath for a long moment before finally
breathing out, a shuddering breath in his chest as sweat cooled on
his skin. ‘…Force will I never be rid of the memory of Mortis?’
He grunted to himself before throwing his sheet to the side and
getting up.

The breeze from his
opened window slipped in and made him feel even more chilled with
goosebumps breaking out on his flesh as Anakin quickly grasped his
robe in the dark and slung it around himself, making his way to his
door and slipping out, the light of Coruscant enough for him to see
the quarters.

After a few moments
he crossed the living room to Obi-Wan’s bedroom door, opening it up
to peer in.

His master was
sleeping peacefully, curled up in bed with one arm tucked under his
head and his other raised along his head until his hand curled near
his nose. Obi-Wan’s face was finally showing signs of a proper
beard, his scraggly stubble starting to become the real deal from his
undercover op that Anakin absolutely refused to think about too hard.

Quietly, Anakin
leaned on the doorway, letting his eyes adjust to the dark and
watching the rise and fall of Obi-Wan’s sheets that indicated his
breath, letting the sound sooth his own frazzled mind.

‘His arm is going
to go numb if he sleeps on it like that…’ Anakin thought to
himself, lips quirking into a small smile before he stepped into the
room quietly, kneeling down beside the bed. Reaching out he slowly
slid one hand beneath the arm and the head, gently lifting his head
with painfully slow movements.

Obi-Wan roused some
but a quick brush of his Force aura against the other had him
slumbering just as peacefully as Anakin used his free hand to pull
the arm down slowly and then lowered Obi-Wan’s head back on the
pillow, red hairs stroking along his fingers a minor blessing to him.

Obi-Wan had just
looked… wrong without his hair, small.

Anakin hadn’t
liked it, it hadn’t fit with how Obi-Wan was suppose to look and
maybe, just maybe Anakin was fond of the others hair.

Stroking it slowly,
Anakin settled on his knees as Obi-Wan let out a quiet sigh of
pleasure as he continued his watch with the soothing sound and
Obi-Wan’s Force aura against his own. ‘Poor Obi-Wan…’ He
thought sadly to himself. ‘I’m never going to hurt you, not even
the Dark side can make me hurt you.’

When you have time (and less prompts)can we see how Obi-Wan in ADHDObi handles one of the events from the clone wars series (Hardeen; the father’s planet; some other) or the events of RotS? How does Anakin’s understanding of Obi-Wan’s state of mind effect his perception of these events. (Author’s choice, we overwhelm you enough).

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He was angry.

Scratch that he was
furious and he wanted to punch through a wall if he could but…

But Obi-Wan was the
last person he should blame and quietly he slipped into his former
master’s quarters, able to tell by the blue boots resting by the
door that the man was in. No if Anakin wanted to blame anyone and be
angry at anyone, it was the Council.

Because they knew
how to manipulate Obi-Wan and Anakin was sure they had used the mans
own emotional state against him to ensure he kept his mouth shut and
didn’t tell Anakin about the plan.

‘The plan to make
the galaxy think Obi-Wan was dead… kark what kind of krong kind of
plan is that!? Ruining the Republic’s propaganda, ruining emotions,
traumatizing those close to Obi-Wan…’ Anakin took a sharp and
short breath through his nose and made his way to the bedroom.

Just as he
suspected, Obi-Wan was curled in a quivering mass in the middle of
his bed, covers piled around him.

He felt his heart
breaking as he pulled the covers away to find Obi-Wan with his head
covered with his arms.

“…Oh Obi-Wan.”
He whispered, sighing when the redhead flinched at his voice. Slowly
Anakin sat down on the others bedside and started to rub his back.

At first Obi-Wan
went tense, tremors going through him despite tense muscles before he
melted and a sob escaped him. “I wanted to tell you, please Anakin
I know you’re angry but I wanted to tell you.” He got out.

“I know. I know
you wanted. I’m sorry I was so short with you on Naboo.” Anakin
murmured and slowly coaxed Obi-Wan into sitting up and cuddling him
into his arms, nestling the other Jedi against his chest. “Shh its
okay, I know you wanted to tell me. I’m not angry at you.” He
added. ‘Not anymore.’ Anakin added quietly in his own mind as he
nuzzled the others temple gently.

It was still
startling to have Obi-Wan so bare, bald and beardless.

It made him look
younger than even Anakin remembered when he first meet the other man.

Passing his hand
gently over the bare head and down his back, Anakin crooned gently at
him until Obi-Wan calmed down.

He was flushed and
red-eyed when he finally leaned away from Anakin’s arms, swallowing
heavily as he stared at the other.

“Is it alright if
I go and fetch a glass of water and a wet cloth?” Anakin questioned
quietly, feeling Obi-Wan clench his hands into Anakin’s tabards.
“Just a few moments Obi-Wan, I promise to be swift.” He assured
the other.

After a second
Obi-Wan let go and nodded slowly, breathing out heavily.

Pressing a quick
kiss to the others brow Anakin got to his feet and moved quickly to
the kitchen for the cold glass of water and to the fresher for a wet
flannel. He was a bit unnerved to find Obi-Wan hadn’t moved at all
in his absence but maybe that wasn’t a surprise with how tired and
weary Obi-Wan looked, no beard to cover up his reactions.

Settling down,
Anakin handed the glass first to Obi-Wan and had him drink the entire
thing before settling the now empty glass aside on the bedside table.
With that done he brought the moist cloth up and gently started to
clean Obi-Wan’s face for the evidence of tears, few as they were
and then settled the cold, moist cloth over the others eyes to sooth
the soreness and redness.

Quietly he passed
his hand over the bald scalp again. “…Will it take long for your
hair to grow again?” He quietly murmured.

“There’s…
there’s a machine in the healer ward that encourage hair growth.
For mission purpose. Since mine was cut for it, I’d be cleared to
use it to regrow it to desired length.” Obi-Wan mumbled. “Facial
will have to grow naturally though.” He added, leaning into
Anakin’s hand and the cloth before fumbling blindly out with both
his hands until he could find Anakin’s free hand, clinging to it.
“…I’m still sorry.” He whispered. “I had no choice…”

“I know Obi-Wan.
Its okay.”

It wasn’t, it
wouldn’t be for a long time but Anakin didn’t blame Obi-Wan. His
poor master.

When you have time (and less prompts)can we see how Obi-Wan in ADHDObi handles one of the events from the clone wars series (Hardeen; the father’s planet; some other) or the events of RotS? How does Anakin’s understanding of Obi-Wan’s state of mind effect his perception of these events. (Author’s choice, we overwhelm you enough).

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He was angry.

Scratch that he was
furious and he wanted to punch through a wall if he could but…

But Obi-Wan was the
last person he should blame and quietly he slipped into his former
master’s quarters, able to tell by the blue boots resting by the
door that the man was in. No if Anakin wanted to blame anyone and be
angry at anyone, it was the Council.

Because they knew
how to manipulate Obi-Wan and Anakin was sure they had used the mans
own emotional state against him to ensure he kept his mouth shut and
didn’t tell Anakin about the plan.

‘The plan to make
the galaxy think Obi-Wan was dead… kark what kind of krong kind of
plan is that!? Ruining the Republic’s propaganda, ruining emotions,
traumatizing those close to Obi-Wan…’ Anakin took a sharp and
short breath through his nose and made his way to the bedroom.

Just as he
suspected, Obi-Wan was curled in a quivering mass in the middle of
his bed, covers piled around him.

He felt his heart
breaking as he pulled the covers away to find Obi-Wan with his head
covered with his arms.

“…Oh Obi-Wan.”
He whispered, sighing when the redhead flinched at his voice. Slowly
Anakin sat down on the others bedside and started to rub his back.

At first Obi-Wan
went tense, tremors going through him despite tense muscles before he
melted and a sob escaped him. “I wanted to tell you, please Anakin
I know you’re angry but I wanted to tell you.” He got out.

“I know. I know
you wanted. I’m sorry I was so short with you on Naboo.” Anakin
murmured and slowly coaxed Obi-Wan into sitting up and cuddling him
into his arms, nestling the other Jedi against his chest. “Shh its
okay, I know you wanted to tell me. I’m not angry at you.” He
added. ‘Not anymore.’ Anakin added quietly in his own mind as he
nuzzled the others temple gently.

It was still
startling to have Obi-Wan so bare, bald and beardless.

It made him look
younger than even Anakin remembered when he first meet the other man.

Passing his hand
gently over the bare head and down his back, Anakin crooned gently at
him until Obi-Wan calmed down.

He was flushed and
red-eyed when he finally leaned away from Anakin’s arms, swallowing
heavily as he stared at the other.

“Is it alright if
I go and fetch a glass of water and a wet cloth?” Anakin questioned
quietly, feeling Obi-Wan clench his hands into Anakin’s tabards.
“Just a few moments Obi-Wan, I promise to be swift.” He assured
the other.

After a second
Obi-Wan let go and nodded slowly, breathing out heavily.

Pressing a quick
kiss to the others brow Anakin got to his feet and moved quickly to
the kitchen for the cold glass of water and to the fresher for a wet
flannel. He was a bit unnerved to find Obi-Wan hadn’t moved at all
in his absence but maybe that wasn’t a surprise with how tired and
weary Obi-Wan looked, no beard to cover up his reactions.

Settling down,
Anakin handed the glass first to Obi-Wan and had him drink the entire
thing before settling the now empty glass aside on the bedside table.
With that done he brought the moist cloth up and gently started to
clean Obi-Wan’s face for the evidence of tears, few as they were
and then settled the cold, moist cloth over the others eyes to sooth
the soreness and redness.

Quietly he passed
his hand over the bald scalp again. “…Will it take long for your
hair to grow again?” He quietly murmured.

“There’s…
there’s a machine in the healer ward that encourage hair growth.
For mission purpose. Since mine was cut for it, I’d be cleared to
use it to regrow it to desired length.” Obi-Wan mumbled. “Facial
will have to grow naturally though.” He added, leaning into
Anakin’s hand and the cloth before fumbling blindly out with both
his hands until he could find Anakin’s free hand, clinging to it.
“…I’m still sorry.” He whispered. “I had no choice…”

“I know Obi-Wan.
Its okay.”

It wasn’t, it
wouldn’t be for a long time but Anakin didn’t blame Obi-Wan. His
poor master.