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Okay, really, how did Anakin and Qui-Gon know Obi-Wan had returned in major star?

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Crawling into the bed with the exhausted Obi-Wan, Anakin only spared Qui-Gon a glance before burying himself into the other Jedi, taking in the scent and feel of mom finally being back after so long. He had missed Obi-Wan so much.

Which was why he had stationed R2 down in the hanger, the astromech giving in after a bit of pleading from the blond.

And after the first week of antsy probing at his comm, Qui-Gon had been clued in, both of them keeping an eye on the hangers and R2’s information.

Honestly, the two hadn’t expected the late night call, the two arriving from a late excursion out to the slums as Anakin and Qui-Gon had been investigating a drug ring mission the two had been handed.

An on Coruscant mission, easy for a fresh padawan with their home in sight, learning to work with their masters on a planet where Jedi were known and at least somewhat respected.

It was only luck that the two had arrived and about to prepare for bed when R2 commed Anakin, informing him that Obi-Wan was back.

His mom was back and with a little whimper, Anakin nuzzled into the warm, softness of the others body.

After a moment, he felt the bed dip as Qui-Gon settled down too, pressing both Obi-Wan and Anakin towards the wall as they squished in, the bed really too small for all three of them, especially as both Anakin and Qui-Gon were being careful of Obi-Wan’s braced arm.

But they made due, mostly by tangling legs and tucking and folding themselves.

Qui-Gon turned the lights of the room off with a bit of Force use and drew the blankets up around them, his long, warm arm tucked over Anakin and settled around Obi-Wan.

Finally, things went quiet, his dad a warm furnace on one side and his mother a quiet, steadily breathing comfort in front of him, Anakin able to hear the steady drum of Obi-Wan’s heart like this.

“…You know, don’t you.” Qui-Gon’s deep brogue disturbed the silence.

Anakin just nodded quietly into Obi-Wan’s chest, fisting the other Jedi’s shirt in his hands.

“Thought as much, started to suspect when you got so upset at him being sent of…” Qui-Gon murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Anakin’s head. “How long have you known?” He questioned.

Thankfully, Qui-Gon didn’t sound upset or disappointed, Anakin relaxing slowly as he realized his dad wouldn’t tell the council. “Before you took me on. Long before… I think two or three years.” He admitted shyly into the dark.

A quiet chuckle echoed into the bedroom, full of warmth and affection. “Clever little boy. But with a mom like this, how could you be anything but clever.” Qui-Gon teased quietly.

Snuggling up between them, Anakin smiled shyly into Obi-Wan’s chest, grateful for the darkness as he didn’t want Qui-Gon to see how much he was flushing at the praise. “Heard some creche masters talk about it… and then I narrowed down the possibilities. Had to be humans. Had to be males after what I heard and um… well you two showed up at my lessons.” Anakin squirmed a bit.

Qui-Gon tightened his grip around them, easing when Obi-Wan gave a little mumble. “I see… hmm, if it wouldn’t expose us, I would have had a small conversation with the creche masters… they shouldn’t be gossiping where initiates can hear them.” He grumbled, disapproval dripping of him.

Shrugging, uncaring since it allowed him to figure it all out, Anakin just settled, wondering if Qui-Gon would tell Obi-Wan in the morning, content to just feel safe and loved between his parents on the bed.

And maybe a bit squished. “…You need a bigger bed.” Anakin pouted, his pout growing as Qui-Gon just chuckled quietly into the dark night.

Sweethearthungry – I’m curious to see how they get out with Obi-wan so out of it. I love your stories so much. (Also FYI, on the last heely trick update you tagged it different than the others so it doesn’t link up with the rest of the ‘series’)

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Pausing as they heard a noise around the corner, Cody tightened his grip on his General as Waxer and Boil moved forward almost as one, both battle ready in case one of the pirates came and saw them.

Thankfully, no such thing happened, only a mouse droid coming around the corner, causing the 212th to relax and Cody to quietly start walking once more.

Once they got out of their cells, the troopers instantly got a move on it.

Their escape was almost blown the moment they got out of the brig though, a human coming over them and if it wasn’t for Gus quickly knocking her out and grabbing her gear, cuffing her into one of the cells, they would have a battle on their hands.

Now however, they had not only two blasters from her belt, distributed to Waxer and Boil since they were leading them out, but they also had a radio comm with chatter from the pirates, Gus keeping it on a low volume to listen in.

Normally, Cody would be the one to lead but he had another, more important task.

He was carrying Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan was too out of it to sneak around as required, it had been too long since he had feed properly, especially in captivity and they hadn’t had the time before he was captured.

So Cody had swept the Jedi off his feet and into his arms, ignoring the muttered protest as he carried Obi-Wan through the pirate ship.

Gus, Longshot, Wooley, Crys, Blackout, Sketch, Boil and Waxer were all stationed in the front with everyone else coming behind Cody, ensuring that their Jedi was kept in the middle of the pack so to speak.

If they were found, the two with blasters were first and then the ones with the most hand to hand battle experience outside of Cody, keeping their Jedi not only safe but also in the middle of the troopers.

Troopers that were quite literally blood thirsty in this moment and eager for battle.

But safety for Obi-Wan took priority, which was why they were looking for the escape pods while also sabotaging the pirates ship.

In particular they were sabotaging the motor, Chopper and Punch having sliced into the terminal when they had come over them and done their own little version of chaos.

Cody didn’t quite understand it but what he knew was that they had an hour, or well half an hour now, to find the damn escape pods and get out of kark because in half an hour, the motors were going to blow fuses and quite literally explode, Chopper and Punch having silenced the alarms that would have normally gone off in such a situation until it was too late.

With their motor out of commission, the troopers would take the escape pod and… well escape.

The pirates would be too busy putting out the fires to stop them.

Of course, their escape wasn’t smooth sailing and Cody pushed himself up against the wall with a hiss as he clutched Obi-Wan protectively to him, Wooley and Longshot tackling a wookie that had suddenly come down the hall, the three hitting the ground with a loud thud that seemed to echo through the hall.

Or at least that was what it felt like to Cody.

The wookie let out a cry that was sharply silenced as Boil shot him point blank in the face, the entire group freezing as they went on alert, Obi-Wan squirming slightly in confusion in his arms.

Had anyone heard the small skirmish?

Had anyone heard their friend call out?

For what felt like an eternity, they waited until Cody finally gave a quiet order for them to get a move on it as nothing happened.

No pirate came to investigate and no alarms were tripped.

Gus stuffed the wookie into a cleaning closet while snatching the blaster rifle off him, Cody nodding in approval as they continued walking down the same hall the pirate had come from. Best not leave evidence out in the open, just in case.

And finally, finally.

They had reached the escape pod bay.

Where two pirates were in the middle of fixing one of them.

The two humans stared at the troopers and the troopers stared back, both groups equally surprised. “…Waxer.” stated quietly.

Two blasts lit up the escape bay.

can we have more of the A/B/O Jangobi? I just want to see them happy with their baby!

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Smiling goofily as he rested his head on Obi-Wan’s belly, Jango couldn’t believe how his life had turned out like this.

Laying on the couch in the Jedi temple, between his mate’s legs, his head resting on the clearly pup swollen belly with Obi-Wan fingers scratching and massaging Jango’s scalp as the Jedi watched his silly little musical show with several pillows behind his back as he was more reclined than laying flat.

Or well, not silly really, but not Jango’s thing at least.

No, Jango’s thing was more feeling how big and warm his mate was, the sensation of his pup beneath his cheek as they moved, Obi-Wan’s sweet scent wrapped around them and the affection that seemed to just linger in the air somehow.

He never expected his life to go this way.

He had thought it be him and Boba, that was all there would be of his pack, a clan of two and no more.

And now he had an intimate pack consisting of Obi-Wan, Boba, Anakin and Rex as the others mate and external pack consisting of a thousand of vode and Jedi, the entire temple becoming a place of safety and warmth.

A proper Clan.

And getting to know the Jedi culture was also something he had come shockingly to appreciate actually.

If the Mandalorians of old had known what Jango knew now… well, he knew quite a few that would have been chasing down Jedi for courtship instead of battle for sure with the parallels that could be drawn between true Mandalorians and Jedi.

Both swore oaths to live by, both would protect their adiik with their lives, took in foundlings that became kin just as fiercely as any born to them, both protected their own people and both were people that could be marginalized by the rest of the galaxy, people as often turning on true Mandalorians as they did on Jedi.

To know that so much of the old hate was made on prejudice… it was strange to think and Jango wondered what Jaster would have said to all of it if he had survived Montross betrayal.

‘…He’d have been fucking thrilled and harassed the scholars in the temple,’ Jango thought some amusement tinged with sadness.

The years had taken the bitterness and anger, had dulled it so only the fond memories remained, but the sadness would always be there.

He’d always miss his adoptive dad, just as he missed his biological parents, just as he missed Arla and often wondered what kind of aunt she’d have been for Boba.

A gentle hand ran over his cheek, catching his attention as he shifted to peer up at Obi-Wan, the other staring down at him with a questioning, saddened gaze. “Your scent shifted, what were you thinking of?” He asked quietly.

Rubbing his cheek down against the belly, Jango let out a deep sigh. “I was just… contemplating how my father and sister would have reacted to all of this. That’s… all.” He rumbled out.

Obi-Wan’s eyes turned sad before he smiled comfortingly down at Jango, running his hand through his mate hair once more, purring quietly.

Jango couldn’t change the past.

The past would forever be stained in blood, pain and betrayal of the worst kind but he had the future in front of him. He wouldn’t soil the future by letting the past taint it, missing and mourning his past family was fine.

But he had a future family to think of.

And new pups that would come.

Catching Obi-Wan’s free hand, Jango brought it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the knuckles, rubbing the pale hand slowly as he held onto it, letting his mate comfort him along with the soothing feel of the pup beneath his cheek.

This was all he needed, Jango Fett had everything he had ever wanted.

A mate and his adiik, all safe and sound.

And he would fight tooth and nail to ensure it would remain that way.

Wait, what do you mean your brother’s girlfriend was going to have Nala put down?! Why!? She seems like such a nice if shy kitty!

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Nala is a shy but nice kitty, you’re right.

She can get a bit loud at times sure and yes, she is a bit shy but that’s the ex girlfriend’s fault as she didn’t socalize her properly with other people.

That’s actually part of the problem, when brother and she broke up, she brought Nala with her to her NEW boyfriend (yup, she jumped right from one to another) and he already had cats.

Those cats and Nala did not get along and the ex-girlfriend didn’t properly introduce them either so it didn’t work out. And when the boyfriend tried to cut Nala’s nails she lashed out cause… well a strange new man was touching her paws, of course she was going to lash out! and that’s why she was gonna have Nala put down.

So yeah, for stupid reasons. I’m just grateful dad allowed us to take her back here.

She doesn’t have any behavioral problems, the shyness is something we’re working on with proper socalization and treats.

oh my GOD your cat is so cute im going to perish. her eyes are so pretty!!!

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I WISH she was my cat lol.

She’s really my brother’s cat but she likes me too, so I feed her treats and play with her. Dad doesn’t like that she’s here, we rent an apartment from him but he agreed for us to keep her cause brother’s ex was gonna have Nala put down for stupid reasons and dad agreed it wasn’t fair for Nala to be put down, so he, grudgingly, allowed her to stay.

Heelytrick is a hilarious and heartwarming fic. I would love to see how Palpatine and Anakin interactions change now that Anakin feels trusted by Obi because he told him about the prank on the galaxy. Three cheers to foiling Skeevy Sheevy’s plans! You are a wonderful writer, I don’t think I could ever write so many stories so well.

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Groaning faintly as he laid down, Obi-Wan covered his eyes with his arm as his ankle throbbed painfully under the ice pack he had settled on it.

Honestly, he was grateful no one had seen him fall over in the hallway when the wheels on his heel had snagged and he had gone sprawling onto the ground. Had anyone seen him, they would have realized that Obi-Wan wasn’t karking gliding around.

And he was also grateful Anakin had been to see Palpatine again, just this once, as he couldn’t tease Obi-Wan about spraining his ankle on falling as he was initiating his little prank on the galaxy.

Really, he had only intended to mess with the council a bit but pulling one on the entire galaxy was hella funny and he wasn’t about to stop any time soo-

A loud thump echoed through the quarters, Obi-Wan sitting up sharply in shock as his heart raced only to blink over the back of the couch as Anakin threw his other boot down beside the other with a snarl on his face, the blond clearly missing out that Obi-Wan was there.

When he turned to step into the living room, he jumped as much as Obi-Wan had at the noise, the two staring at each other in surprise before Anakin clearly shook himself and smiled at his old master. “Obi-Wan, I didn’t hear you.” He mumbled awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“I… um, I was laying on the couch.” Obi-Wan ventured, snorting when the blond face instantly turned into a worried frown as he hurried in and around the couch to take a look at him.

Clearly, he zoomed in on the iced ankle, his frown growing deeper as Obi-Wan shifted to sit more properly and give space for Anakin to sit.

Something the other took quickly, hand carefully shifting under his foot to shift the ankle and ice pack into his lap. “What happened?” Anakin questioned steadily.

Grunting slightly, Obi-Wan sighed even as he slowly laid down again, trying not to think about how comforting it was to have Anakin’s hand resting on his calf. “The wheel on my left boot snagged, I haven’t checked it yet but it caused me to tilt ass over teakettle in the hallway.” He grumbled faintly.

Anakin’s eyes shot to the modified boots beside his own by the door, desire to check them out clear even as he made no move to actually get up, his hand tightening on Obi-Wan’s calf.

Prodding the other with the heel of his right heel, Obi-Wan got the blond’s attention again. “However, I’m more interested in what caused your rather foul mood Anakin, you don’t have a tendency of throwing your footwear…” He trailed of as Anakin frown turned thunderous.

That was worrisome.

Lately the two of them had been getting along well, ever since Anakin was told about Obi-Wan’s little ‘hover’ trick.

“Just… grouchy.” Anakin finally settled on, rubbing slowly at Obi-Wan’s calf with a moody glare that he shot at the window.

Or more precisely at the Rotunda.

Oh dear, had Palpatine upset Anakin again?

Lately the Chancellor seemed to upset Anakin more than he tended to sooth him, Anakin often returning in a foul mood and becoming less and less willing to visit the old man. If this continued, Obi-Wan feared that Anakin would loose an old friend and mentor.

Regardless how he himself felt about the old goat, he didn’t wish for Anakin to loose someone he cared for but… well he really had no idea what to do.

Which was why he reached out with the Force and gave the hair beneath Anakin’s ear a little tug, a mimicry of when this man had been a boy and had a braid in that exact place. That of course got his attention, blue eyes finding his. “How about you and I go to Dex later, once my ankle stops throbbing?” Obi-Wan offered with a smile.

And to his relief, Anakin’s face lit up with a smile too, mech hand absently coming up to rub the hair beneath his right ear. “That… sounds good. Yeah, I’d like that,” Anakin noted fondly before turning stern. “But only if your ankle isn’t to swollen. I’m marching you to the Halls if its properly sprained.” He playfully threatened.

Snorting, Obi-Wan held up his hands in mock surrender, his smile growing. “As you say dear one, as you say.” The older man murmured fondly in an agreeable tone, chuckling as Anakin’s face pinked in pleasure at the old nickname.