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So how does Knight Moddy celebrate christmas?

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Life day in the temple was always a fun time to be IN temple and Anakin almost couldn’t contain his excitement at being in temple this year.

Since Obi-Wan started bringing him with him on missions, he hadn’t had a day in the temple since he was fifteen and with the war it was even rarer for him to be in the temple. All public places of the temple except the garden smelled of baked goods from a thousand different worlds, there were ornaments hanging everywhere.

The living quarters halls were actually the most exciting if you were peeping at ornaments, everyone hung something on their doors, something either from their lineages or their homeworlds.

His and Obi-Wan’s quarters door actually had colored socks hanging on their door, personally decorated by the person’s name who owned the sock.

It was an old Tatooine tradition, hanging up stockings that gifts were left behind him, generally small things.

His mother used to give him sweets that way, caramelized fruits that she had made or something she had carved, something Anakin had picked up from her, carving gifts for his mother every year.

The inside of their quarters however were a lot more mixed, both with traditions from both Obi-Wan and Anakin.

The tree thing had really been one of the oddest things Anakin had done the first time but he had come to enjoy decorating the small tree they got with the glass baubles. And even more so, he enjoyed the way it made Obi-Wan smile, as all the ornaments were things they had made, either from Obi-Wan’s own padawan days or Anakin’s.

It was really interesting, seeing the meshing of traditions in the Jedi temple, younglings running around with cookies they had baked in the creche and Anakin had already gotten one from them.

“Knight Moddy!” One of the younglings cried out and Anakin automatically tried to make himself small as the knight in question turned.

Kark, he had no idea she was in temple this year too. Anakin had always been slightly uneasy by the knight, something about the way she looked at people, as if she knew more than she said always put him on edge.

But at that moment she just smiled and knelt down for the younglings to gift her with cookies. “Hello little ones, I see you made sugar cookies.” She laughed easily.

The younglings giggled together, nodding. “Uhu, Life day!” One chirped.

Another squirmed forward, the young boy looking astoundingly alike Knight Moddy much to Anakin’s surprise. “How do you celebrate Life day Knight Moddy? Do you celebrate it at all?”

Knight Moddy’s blind eye did the eerie glow flash that she sometimes did, though the younglings didn’t seem too disturbed by it as she grinned at them. “Oh, I do. I celebrate in the tradition of my homeworld you see, Yule and soon, soon it is time for the wild hunt.” She grinned at the younglings.

“The wild hunt?” The boy perked up and it made Anakin consider that maybe they were from the same planet.

Knight Moddy laughed, winking at the kids. “My planet worship a pantheon of gods and goddess and on the twenty first of December, it is time for the wild hunt,” She tapped her lip thoughtfully. “As the name indicates, it is a hunt. Odin rides at the front on his horse Sleipner with his ghostly einjerjar and howling dogs, seeking out those who do evil deeds during the year that has not repented,” She winked at the slightly pale children. “Oh don’t worry too much, Odin doesn’t seek children. Its the adults he sees.”

The kids relaxed at that, looking at each other before the boy seemed to take courage again. “And how do you celebrate the wild hunt?”

She pointed further down the hall to her own dorm door. There was an unlit candle hanging in a lantern on her door and on the floor beside it an empty plate. “On that day, I light the candle and I leave out my offerings to Odin, should he find it to his taste, he might look kindly at me.” She winked at them with her blind eye.

The younglings exchanged more excited looks, even Anakin was paying attention.

“If he’s happy, he’ll leave me gold,” She chuckled quietly. “If he’s unhappy he might fling a horse leg inside my quarters… rather not have that option,” Moddy grimaced before reaching out and ruffling the kids hair. “Now, shoo, the rest of the celebration is private and adult stuff.” She grinned, watching the kids run off to find other knights, masters and padawans to harass as she took a bite out of her cookie.

‘…Guess every world has their celebration.’ Anakin mused.

awwwww sensitivetorejection is soooo cute❤️ can we have some bruck being mean to obi and protective qui coming to his rescue?

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Rolling the joystick on the dice slowly as he read, Obi-Wan decided that he rather liked this tool Qui-Gon had gotten him.

The dice was quiet, so it was perfect to take to lessons and further on to missions but had options for him to use.

There were six functions, a joystick on one side, a rolling ball, buttons you could click in patterns, a rolling textured wheel, a textured patch of rubbery spikes and a button you simply flipped back and forth.

The last option was kinda boring but Obi-Wan used it too sometimes but stuck mostly to the joystick, wheel and rolling ball, those three were his favorite sides since his fingers were occupied with it at all time.

Qui-Gon had gotten several others too, but Obi-Wan had yet to test them.

If he was honest, he was happy with the dice but he knew it was better to test the others in case Obi-Wan waylaid the dic-a hand grabbed his, jerking the dice out of his hand and Obi-Wan jerked to in surprise, blinking owlishly up at Bruck as the other sneered down at him with a discomforted Aalto right behind him, the other human looking away from the scene. “What in Force name are you playing with Oafy-Wan?” Bruck sneered at him, contempt and curiosity oozing of him into the Force.

Bristling, Obi-Wan stood, holding out his hand. “This is the reading hall Bruck, we’re not suppose to disturb each other.” He hissed as quietly as he could and yet still be heard.

Master Tinta had reserved B-2 hall for her class, they were suppose to read their chapter in quiet and solve the questions she had given them while she was with the healers as something had cropped up with her padawan.

Even now Obi-Wan could see others looking to them curiously, some with dread and some with anticipation.

Everyone knew that he and Bruck had an antagonistic relationship at best and at worst a bullying one, despite Obi-Wan trying not to let the other get to him too often.

It was rather unbecoming, prospective padawan’s and actual padawan’s looking forward to a potential fight and Obi-Wan pursed his lips tightly as he stared at Bruck.

Snorting loudly, Bruck just made a mocking motion with his other hand not holding the dice. “Oh, we’re suppose to read, I wouldn’t have guessed that. With your constant clicky motions.” He growled at him.

Obi-Wan gritted his teeth as Bruck pointedly flickered the buttons on the dice as loudly as he could. “I did not make that sound. I was using the roller ball, its from my master.” He snapped shortly, already annoyed with Bruck for interrupting him.

“Considering what a weirdo you are, no wonder your master gave you a focusing tool, you pity case. You’re really unfit to becoming a Jedi Oaf-” The two hadn’t noticed anyone approaching, nor had either noticed everyone else suddenly becoming extremely focused on their pads or when Aalto went pale as a sheet and quickly sat down.

They did however notice the large hand suddenly settling on Bruck’s shoulder, both looking up in shock as Qui-Gon stared down at them, bushy brows drawn together. “…What an enlightening conversation Initiate Chun, it seems you have quite the harsh words for a clanmate.” Qui-Gon rumbled out.

Subconsciously, Obi-Wan’s shoulders relaxed, even as he felt Qui-Gon’s ire in their bond.

Because he could feel it wasn’t directed at him.

Still staring up at Qui-Gon, shocked to see the master, Bruck spluttered a bit as he turned red. “I-I didn’t mea-”

Qui-Gon interrupted, not caring for whatever excuse Bruck was going to try for. “I do believe you will be giving Obi-Wan back his dice now, as I have it cleared with all your teachers that he is allowed to keep it in class.” Qui-Gon stated steadily, hand still a warning on the boy’s shoulder.

Mutely, like a scolded puppy, Bruck dropped the dice into Obi-Wan’s waiting hand, the redhead quickly hiding it away in one of his belt pouches.

With that said, Qui-Gon turned his attention on Obi-Wan, his blue eyes softening from icy shards.

“We’re required in the council chamber Obi-Wan, there’s a mission that requires me and that means you’re coming with.” He informed Obi-Wan.

A mission, a real one!

Finally!

Dropping down, Obi-Wan quickly started packing his satchel of pads, half listening as Qui-Gon spoke again. “As for you Initiate Chun, I will be sure to drop a message personally to Clan master Yirva and to master Tinta about today’s little… incident. The council of reassignment will also be informed.” Qui-Gon’s voice was cool, serene but in their bond, Obi-Wan could feel protective anger wrap around him.

It made his chest hurt in a very odd, almost nice way.

For Foxtiddies, the 501st, (specifically Rex) reacting to Anakin in Ahsoka’s clothing? I really liked how Rex just kept bumping into everything.

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Trying not to sulk to himself, Obi-Wan wondered how long it would be until he saw Fox once more.

Already, just half a day away from Coruscant, Obi-Wan found himself missing the other man, missing sitting with his fellow redhead while doing their paperwork, missing having quiet conversations, missing teasing each other quietly along with the undercurrent of sexual charge.

Missing teasing the other over the white stripe Fox had dyed through his hair, missed having the others head resting on his shoulder.

Missed his Fox.

‘…I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to karking cry.’ Obi-Wan swore sternly to himself as he crossed his arms over his chest, furiously blinking to clear the moisture from his eyes.

It was stupid.

He could still call Fox, the other was just a comm call away, so Obi-Wan could at least hear the others voice and see his face.

‘But that isn’t the same as having Fox head resting on your shoulder or lap now, is it?’ His own mind questioned bitterly and everything in Obi-Wan’s soul agreed as he missed the warmth of the others body.

Shaking himself, Obi-Wan turned his head enough to watch Rex and Anakin, Ahsoka clearly filming both of them from where she was peeping ‘subtly’ over R2’s dome.

Rex had once more walked into a stack of boxes while staring at Anakin’s ass in their outfits and Anakin, oblivious as he usually was to someone attracted to him and horrible at flirting and recognizing others flirting, had hurried over to help Rex up.

It would be amusing if it wasn’t so pathetic.

Honestly, Obi-Wan was rather sure he had taught Anakin how to recognize someone hitting on him?

There had been plenty of royals and senators and so on who had found Anakin attractive and had tried to tempt him into bed.

‘Rex wouldn’t be the worst choice to get together with.’ Obi-Wan absently mused on, trying to wrench his mind away from his dear Fox.

Rather, Rex would be one of the best people Anakin could get with.

Neither would let the power dynamic get to them, both were considerate of each other, both were awkward virgins and yes, Obi-Wan knew that for a fact because Anakin required a proper relation to someone before he was ready for it.

It had been one of the most awkward conversations along with the detailed sex ed he had with Anakin, sex ed and various sexual identities.

But Obi-Wan had prevailed.

Just like Anakin had prevailed with Ahsoka.

What was even better was that Rex was honorable, wouldn’t brag about ‘bagging’ a Jedi as many others would.

Obi-Wan had unfortunately been notches on someones bedposts before, much to his own humiliation and Qui-Gon’s distress as he tried to sooth Obi-Wan’s broken heart.

Of course, Anakin could be a bit of a raging bantha bull in battle and Obi-Wan had… well, not raged but scolded both Anakin and Ahsoka after their stunt of throwing Rex off a wall without warning.

Considering Obi-Wan listing how many troopers died from fall damage and the amount of ptsd troopers got from said fall if they survived, both younger Jedi would never repeat it again with the shame the two had been feeling.

Obi-Wan would take the shame if it meant that the two would think twice before doing something like that again towards someone.

Throwing another Jedi was fine, Jedi had the Force and could stop themselves and were more prepared.

Troopers weren’t Jedi, they weren’t Force trained despite many of them having enough midichlorians to be trained. Had they been raised on planets, many troopers would have been brought to the attention of the Jedi order.

Some even unconsciously used the Force on battlefields, leaping impossibly far or being surer with the blaster rifles than others.

Rex was not among them, the Force had nothing to do with Rex level of skill.

‘Fox is Force sensitive.’ A sly voice in Obi-Wan’s mind whispered and Obi-Wan bit his lower lip hard as he had to contain a whine as he blindly watched a flushing captain trying to avoid looking at Anakin’s defined back.

Obi-Wan wanted Fox, he wanted to run his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair to guide the Jedi as he wanted him, wanted to curl up at the others feet and suck him off and afterward crawl into Fox lap for cuddles.

Wanted Fox arms around him, tight and warm and possessive but willing to let go when their duties came up.

And in a cruder manner, he wanted to suffocate himself in Fox tiddies while the other laughed at him, teasing Obi-Wan about Anakin and Ahsoka setting Coruscant on fire before the man remembered that he was the Commander of the Coruscant Guard and therefore he too would have to do the paperwork for it.

‘I want my Fox.’

You are my favorite author in the world! Your writing is amazing! Thank you so much for sharing it. In Dangerous Galaxy have the clones ever had to protect Ahsoka? Or maybe Rex passed on what he learned to Cody? Love your writing!

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There are many form for slavery, many versions of leashes.

Some are worn more willingly, like a wedding ring or exchanged vambraces, or the collars clipped around a neck with feelings and intent.

Some are worn with the knowledge that you can not escape on your own, a blaster collar around your neck, an exploding chip inside your body, a cultural norm so in place that your feelings are invalidated.

Others come with the realization that you are helpless to change what is in place as who you are.

And some come when you realize that just as you yourself are, the people you adore, who lead you through battle and seem like the most powerful people in the galaxy, bow for those who aren’t even worth touching the hem of their cloaks are also leashed down with bonds.

If it wasn’t for the fact that his cup is made of solid durasteel instead of a flimsier material, Cody would have crushed his cup long ago as he sat on the crate outside the mess tent.

Rex had finally shaken down Skywalker for information, getting more info on what had been going on and Cody had reached out to the other battalions for even more.

Outside of Obi-Wan and Anakin, only Vos talked as flippantly about the situation.

Ponds had reported that when asked about it, Mace stone face had gone dark before his eyes had flickered around the room until he found Depa, shoulders visibly relaxing as he confirmed that yes, it was true but that there wasn’t much they could do about it.

Wolffe had almost torn up the training room of Courageous after his own, calmly spoken confirmation from Plo Koon, Warthog having to inform Cody while warily glancing at his Commander from time to time.

Bly it was best not to talk about, Cody would have nightmares about the look on his face as he piped in from Aayla Secura’s station.

Keeli had been furiously working on a stress ball that actually popped in his grasp, the trooper staring at his goop covered hand with betrayal on his face even as he confirmed that yup, General Di reported the same.

So that meant the entire Jedi order.

Even the service corps as some of the vode had quietly reached out to agricorps masters, exploration team leaders and even the medical and exploration corps.

The only ones that didn’t seem to be effected were the creche masters and that was simply due to them not really leaving the temple or planet for much more than excursions and always traveled in packs of several masters, initiates and additional Jedi masters or knight for protection of their younglings.

Cody had to take a deep breath as he thought about it, his thought circling on the concept, because additional masters or knights for the creche masters implied that things had happened before.

In front of the adiik.

It made Cody’s blood boil.

It also now made a horrible amount of sense why they would then have the class on how to deal with predators, avoid being manipulated or coerced at the age of twelve since before the war, it was normal to be rerouted to a different path if you weren’t picked before you were thirteen.

The Jedi wanted their young prepared.

Because the galaxy was a dangerous place for Force sensitive people, dangerous for so many reasons and the Jedi couldn’t always properly protect even their own members.

The very concept of the Senate punishing the Jedi for protecting their own…

Cody felt the cup give in, caff sloshing over his hand to drip on the sandy ground even as he barely felt it.

But someone else saw and suddenly his hand was jerked up, Cody head jerking as suddenly as his hand as he stared up at a worried Obi-Wan. “Cody! Your hand!” The General scolded quietly, eyes pinched with worry as he pried the cup out of his commander’s hand, hissing as he stared at the burned skin, noting how pink it was becoming. “Oh dear, here, let me help you.” He fumbled for his belt, bringing out a tube of bacta.

‘…I’d tear down the Senate if they touch you. I’d set fire to the Rotunda. They aren’t allowed to… I’ll kill them myself. They aren’t allowed to touch any of you.’ Cody’s mind spun even as he silently let Obi-Wan tend to his hand.

“Cody what i-oof!” Cody reached out with his free arm, wrapping it around Obi-Wan’s waist to pull the Jedi in, pressing his face to the others stomach. He could feel Obi-Wan flail, his burned hand still held before slowly another hand came to rub Cody’s short hair. “…Its alright Cody. You’re alright.” The General cooed softly, his voice steady but worried.

‘Its not Obi-Wan… its not alright at all. How dare they…’  Cody closed his eyes as he pressed his face into the muted warmth coming through layers of cloth.

Ahhh so pleased that Obi has gotten Quinlan to free Shmi in #lupinecopper! Sounds like Obi and Qui are going to Naboo without Anakin, I hope when they get there Padme isn’t too horrible to Obi and that Qui survives the fight with Maul. I need to see a happy Jedi family of Qui, Obi and Anakin!!! I LOVE your work!!!!!

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Frowning slightly to himself as he listened to his master and the captain talk about the return trip to Naboo and what they were going to do, Obi-Wan glanced around while discreetly trying to sniff the air.

For some reason he had an odd feeling in his chest ever since they left Coruscant.

Nothing he could really put his finger on, just something strange echoing in his chest and became stronger the further away from Coruscant they got.

The feeling made him cross his arms over his chest as he mulled over it.

For all that it wasn’t an outright bad feeling, it made him feel wary at the very least, as if he was to be on guard and it made his wolf instincts sit up and take notice.

It was almost as if…

Suddenly Obi-Wan snapped to, eyes narrowed and his sudden jerk had both the captain and his master focusing on him. “Obi-Wan?” The tall Jedi stated curiously.

Baring his teeth as he raised his nose to the air, Obi-Wan took a deep breath, singling out the scents before he started marching through the ship, Qui-Gon following him with an air of concern and curiosity as Obi-Wan let out a contentious, low growling noise.

Generally, Obi-Wan was pretty good at hiding his wolf characteristic until they were in the temple, a place where everyone already knew and no one would expose him to the outside world.

But at the current moment all his canine aspects were on display that were possible in his human form.

And Qui-Gon realized why when Obi-Wan reached in past a protesting astromech to draw a yelping Anakin Skywalker out from the astromech station, the boy dangling like a naughty pup in the padawan’s grasp.

Shaking the boy, Obi-Wan glared down at him, though Qui-Gon noted with relief that the boy looked far from fearful and just looked sheepish instead, tanned cheeks flushed as he peered up with large, blue eyes. “Anakin Skywalker,” Obi-Wan hissed, teeth clenched. “You are suppose to be in the Jedi creche.” He growled out.

Squirming in the grasp, Anakin pouted at him. “But I was suppose to go with!” He protested.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to snap his mouth shut when Qui-Gon settled a warm, large hand on his shoulder. “Suppose to go with us Anakin?” Qui-Gon rumbled, Obi-Wan shooting the other an offended look even as he tried to calm down, noting the curious and alarmed Nabooean beyond the open door of the astromech room.

Hopefully none of them realized the connection between Obi-Wan’s behavior and a werewolf.

Most people never meet werewolves really, most of them did their best to hide themselves due to predjuces.

Squirming until Obi-Wan set him on his feet, Anakin nodded. “Uhu, something said I had to go too.” The boy stated, pouting still as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Pausing at that explanation, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon exchanged uncertain looks.

Something had told the boy to come with, both could tell that Anakin wasn’t lying to them but that would mean the Force had potentially told Anakin to go with them.

And that was… disturbing.

The idea of needing a nine year old in a battle zone was not something Obi-Wan appreciated.

Sighing deeply as Qui-Gon thoughtfully rubbed his beard, Obi-Wan reached out and pulled his pup to him. “…Okay but you’re sticking close to either me or master Qui-Gon, understand Anakin? No wandering off, we’re going into an active battle zone with very bad people.” Obi-Wan stated seriously.

Perking up, clearly relieved he wasn’t being scolded, Anakin nodded seriously as Obi-Wan’s hand came to hold onto the back of the boy’s neck, as if he was holding onto the scruff of a pup.

He deflated at Obi-Wan’s next words. “And you are so grounded when we get back to the temple.”

Repercussion for actions were always a must and Obi-Wan refused to let the boy get away with this as he guided Anakin out of the mech room to the room the Jedi shared instead, sighing deeply as Anakin pouted to himself.

Force save him from impetuous pups.

Hi Moddy, absolutely love your writing, would you pretty please do something about Palpatine in Jedi are Cats, maybe the clones realising he’s force sensitive feline or his reaction the the Jedi’s increased popularity? Or some more shenanigans or fluff with any of the Jedi and clones. I would just love anything really. You are awesome and never forget it

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Frowning to himself, Cody considered the information Fox had shipped him even as he continued to play with the bell of Obi-Wan’s collar.

His Jedi was thankfully asleep, Cody having managed to coax him into taking a ‘nap’ by offering up his own lap and some hair pettings. Just like every other Jedi that the vode had so far managed to coax into it, Obi-Wan was a sucker for it and had folded after putting on an act of hesitation.

Giving how quickly he folded, Cody knew it was an act, especially as Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around Cody’s waist and cuddled up like a big tooka.

It was adorable and if he wasn’t such a possessive bastard, he might take a picture and show the rest of the GAR.

But that was neither here nor there as Cody was going over the message Fox had released to the officers, slowly scrolling through it on his pad.

Apparently the Supreme Chancellor was Force sensitive.

Fox and the rest of the guards protecting him had taken notice of some of his behavior that correlated to the same way Jedi behaved.

But Palpatine’s official profile said he had an extremely low midichlorians, to the point it should not effect his behavior at all.

Hell, he hadn’t even been considered for the Jedi temple apparently due to how low the count was.

Which was puzzling, because that meant that his Force sensitivity had been hidden for a very long time for some odd reason.

Chancellor Palpatine was from Naboo, from a well of family that could afford to protect and even hire teachers experienced with the Force for their young son, there was no reason why his Force sensitivity would be hidden.

And while it could have effected his political carrier, it wouldn’t have effected it enough to be hidden like this, it would actually be more of a scandal if someone found out now that he was a Force sensitive individual.

He could be accused of using his Force sensitivity to gain his position or using any perceived powers for it.

It just wouldn’t be worth it to hide it.

So that meant that there was another reason for his Force sensitivity to be hidden.

It was bewildering and Cody had an uneasy feeling in his stomach as he tried to think why.

So far none of the reasons for the hiding either made sense or were too dangerous to consider really.

He forced the thought out of his head when Obi-Wan shifted, a discomforted mewl escaping the Jedi as Cody took a deep breath and set his pad aside, focusing on the Jedi instead.

Cody would rather not that Obi-Wan woke up, the Jedi slept too little as it was thanks to the war, Jedi weren’t breed for it, despite many of them excelling at it.

Obi-Wan even better than most.

Not that clones were handling the war any better than the Jedi most of the time but the older ones of them at least understood, had been prepared, trained for it…

They had been groomed for war, as terrible as that was and knew they could lean on each other in a time of need, the shiny’s always knew they could lean on their veteran vode after the first battles, many spending hours crying into the chest of those they trusted.

Jedi however…

Jedi had a harder time of it, they didn’t seem to know how to cope with the war, many of them bottling up the traumas they gained from it, the trauma eating away at their serenity, their rest and the appetites.

So when Cody could get Obi-Wan to karking rest, he would get his cyare to rest, regardless how sappy that made him sound.

‘I’ll think about it later, once Obi-Wan is awake.’ Cody promised himself, breathing deeply as he instead took his pad back and balancing it on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, working on some reports instead for the duration of Obi-Wan’s rest.

At least he’d get something done while acting as a pillow.

Oh aw, Qui-Gon is such a sweet and understanding dad to Adhd Obi-Wan. My mom used to rub my back like that too, I loved it as a kid and still honestly do. Could we have more soft fluff?

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Sitting up, Qui-Gon ruffled Obi-Wan’s outgrown hair as the other grumbled while wiggling his feet in the air. “I know, but your feet are freezing Obi-Wan, you keep those socks on or I’m going to ground you.” He stated warningly.

Obi-Wan had a habit of walking around bare feet in their quarters and while normally that wasn’t an issue, currently it was one, the winter season of Coruscant and two, their section of the temples heating system was on the fritz.

The mechanics were trying to fix it as fast as possible, especially for the species that relied on heat for their well being but they still hadn’t isolated the cause of the fritz.

That meant that their quarters were colder than normally and while Qui-Gon hadn’t noticed it at first, when Obi-Wan flopped over his lap as he had come to do, Qui-Gon had taken notice of Obi-Wan’s blue toenails.

Which had lead to him summoning a pair of fathier fur socks Qui-Gon had bought soon after learning how sensitive Obi-Wan was to fabrics and materials his body didn’t approve of.

While Obi-Wan could stand fathier fur, he was grouchy now due to having to wear socks and Qui-Gon tweaked one of the others toes for point, listening to the little yelp. “See? They’re too cold. I can feel your cold feet through the socks for Force sake.” He half scolded, his tone tinged more with worry than anything else.

Huffing, Obi-Wan nodded reluctantly. “I know. I just really don’t like wearing socks outside of my boots. And that’s because I have to.” He grumbled even as he reached for his pad to start reading and make note for his astronavigational homework.

Chuckling quietly, Qui-Gon rewarded the huffy teen by rubbing his back, smiling slightly as the boy instantly started to relax.

Obi-Wan was a sucker for physical affection unless he was having one of his meltdowns.

It painted the picture that Obi-Wan wasn’t used to receiving so much positive attention and Qui-Gon was doing his best to cure that notion.

Obi-Wan had enough issues going on, the last thing Qui-Gon wanted was for the other to develop touch starvation on top of everything else.

Picking up his pad with his free hand, Qui-Gon went back to reading the study on ADHD that Che had sent him, frowning slightly at the suggestions for stimulation he could get Obi-Wan. Some of them were out already due to the noises they would make, something Jedi couldn’t afford on missions that employed stealth.

But a few of them looked pretty good to him.

‘The popping tool that looks like a pea pod could work,’ Qui-Gon mused. ‘The rolling ring potentially, the tangle thing could also work out, the dice with buttons and dials…’ He tapped at the screen with his thumb to zoom in and not drop his pad.

Some of these things he would simply have to buy and show Obi-Wan, see how he reacted to the stimming tools.

From what Qui-Gon had read, different people reacted differently to the tools, so what worked for others might not work for Obi-Wa- “Bears make plugs out of their poop for hibernation to preserve energy.” He chirped.

Qui-Gon’s brain froze, the man lowering his pad slowly to stare at Obi-Wan’s head. “…What?” He rasped out.

Obi-Wan just shrugged. “Plug out of poop. Makes sense, they sleep for months.” He stated innocently, wiggling.

Blinking heavily as he raised his eye from his padawan, Qui-Gon stared at the darkening window of Coruscant outside. ‘…Thank the Force I put parental locks on all the pads and terminals in our quarters…’ He mused for a long second.

There was no telling what kind of rabbit hole of information Obi-Wan could potentially stumble upon if Qui-Gon had not. ‘…Bear buttplug…’ The deep recesses of Qui-Gon’s mind chimed in and he had to fight the urge to giggle inappropriately.

I have never really read Star Wars fics before but you are def changing that! I am even rewatching the clone wars because I like your stories so much! I am soo curious as to what will happen next in the secret we carry! Is obi gonna be okay? How are the medics gonna react? What is Ani gonna do?

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Busting into the room, Anakin paused uncertainly to take in the chaos of the medbay.

While Obi-Wan had been the primary target of Grievous but the troopers, bless their hearts, had thrown themselves into the line of fire so to speak, trying to slow the karking asshole down.

That and the droids Grievous had brought with him onto the Negotiator with the boarding ship had lead to several troopers becoming injured and in worst case, death.

So the medbay was full, Helix and the junior medics rushing around, helping those they could.

Loath to disturb the medics saving lives, Anakin took a deep breath through his nose and focused on Obi-Wan’s Force aura, tracing it to a bed further in the back.

Either drugged or having fallen naturally asleep, Obi-Wan was resting on a crisp, white medical bed, his clothes changed from the soft cardigan and sweats to medical garb and he wasn’t alone in the back as by his side in a chair, holding his hand though he quickly let go when Anakin approached, Commander Cody.

The commander nodded to Anakin when he approached but made no move to stand up.

Considering the brace currently from settled around left knee, that was understandable and Anakin sent it a quick frown.

“Grievous kicked me,” Cody answered the silent question, Anakin hissing quietly since he knew how hard that fucker could lash out. “Yeah, Helix has done what he could but I might not be walking without a limp, it all depends on how well it heals and even then, I’m gonna feel it when the weather pressure changes.” He sighed quietly.

Sighing quietly along with him, Anakin slowly sat down on the bedside, grasping the hand Cody had been holding moments before, tracing the back of Obi-Wan’s freckled hand with his thumb. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here faster. I’m sorry we didn’t chase them away quicker.” Anakin whispered, feeling drained and tired as he wasn’t sure if he was apologizing to Cody or Obi-Wan.

So many lives had been lost and people he cared about injured.

Because Grievous had found them.

Someone had leaked the information of their position, of that Anakin was certain and an uneasy feeling had settled in his stomach.

He would have to check the comms of both the Resolute and the Negotiator but something told him that outside of himself, the only outside contact might be the Jedi council.

The same council that had sent them here for Obi-Wan’s safety and had censored Obi-Wan’s folder to prevent the mission details to be leaked.

He had, in a fit of paranoia, contacted Ahsoka and had her try to slice the file, his padawan informing him with a smile that nope, neither her or any of her friends could get into the mission folder.

And then they had to explain to a stern faced Mace Windu what they had been doing.

Thankfully the master of the order hadn’t punished anyone, only given Anakin a long, stoic look over holo before sighing and told him to look after Obi-Wan.

Not that Anakin wasn’t already doing that as best he could but…

Well, he couldn’t overwhelm or hover over Obi-Wan either and sometimes he had to do other things.

Staring at the pale face of his master, Anakin let out a deep breath. “How was he?” He questioned, not looking away even as he aimed the question at Cody.

There was a shift. “Karking scrap metal gave him internal bleeding, broke four of his ribs, tore several muscles in his left arm and he had a gash on the back of his head that gave him a concussion after he hit the wall,” The words were tight and quiet, Cody clearly unhappy to recite the injuries but knowing Anakin would want to know. “Helix fixed him up of course but those things on top of his existing conditions… Helix put him into a healing coma.” The commander explained.

Frustration bubbled up in Anakin’s stomach as he tightened his grip on the others hand.

He understood why but Force, why was it always Obi-Wan?

His heart hurt just looking at his former master. “… He’s going to loose weight again.” Anakin whispered bitterly.

Cody just nodded mutely in agreement, the two staring at Obi-Wan’s weary, pale face as they both cursed the fates that seemed to land Obi-Wan in trouble.