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Seeing how in danger force sensitive are in the galaxy, I feel like the jedi padawans might end up in a lot of dangerous situations. So do masters have to deal with pedophiles?

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How they had gotten into the subject, Rex wasn’t sure.

Something about some of the trainers that had showed too much interest in younger cadets beyond training, which had caused Shaak Ti to take interest in said trainers if he tried to analyze the conversation Fives and Echo had as they worked on a few speeders in the middle of the camp.

But the concept of age and consent was messy with clones, technically speaking, none of them were older than fifteen anyhow if you counted in terms of actual years and since Jango Fett had been mostly baseline human, that mean that technically none of them were really legal.

But they, the troopers, had adult bodies and cadets did not, which meant that Shaak had with prejudice gotten rid of said interested trainers of cadets in front of longnecks and other trainers.

And then Anakin Skywalker had opened his big mouth as he had been sitting on a crate with Ahsoka by his feet, both of them occupied with their own things.

“Hah!” Anakin snerked to himself, messing with the wires of his arm. “Good on Master Ti for acting quickly. The last time someone tried to touch me while I was underage, Obi-Wan murdered them in cold blood too.” He sniggered, wincing as a spark went of with the wires and his fingers twitched in his lap.

Echo and Fives froze, both blinking owlishly at their General as Ahsoka slowly chewing on her meat stick, even as the general hubbub around them grew dimmer around them as the words were whispered through the troopers.

Rex opened his mouth then closed it again, pausing his own repairs on a speeder motor. “…I’m sorry, what?” He questioned, half laughing even though nothing about that sentence sounded humorous.

Frowning faintly at his arm, Anakin grabbed a soldering tool he had beside him to fix the wires, clearly using the Force for another tool to keep the wires together. “I mean, Jedi padawan’s go everywhere, most are twelve or closer to thirteen when they start? But I was ten and we follow our masters everywhere, for the most part,” Anakin mumbled absently as he worked. “I had to take a bit of time, having to learn so I stayed at the temple with Obi-Wan’s friends when he was out but I got out with him when I was twelve and well, fucked up situations happen.” He stated casually.

Rex stared, the silence feeling stifling, the General didn’t just imply that it was regular for Jedi padawans to get assaulted in the past, did he?

But that was what it sounded like and while uneasy looking, Ahsoka didn’t look too shocked, as if this was something she had heard before.

The silence was uncomfortable until the other half of the subject of the conversation interrupted them. “What are you all talking about that has captain Rex looking so shocked?” Obi-Wan inquired, quizzically looking between them.

Unsure what to say, Rex was grateful when Anakin chirped up. “That time you murdered someone for trying to touch me.” He stated, practically cheerful.

Jango Fett had a lot of faults, but one of them was not child touching and any trainer that showed too much interest in cadets were taken care of… slowly and in full view of the Kaminoans to make a point.

General Kenobi blinked at that, cocking his head and for one moment, one blissful moment, Rex hoped he was about to say that was all in Anakin’s head, that his General didn’t go through that.

And then Obi-Wan shattered the illusion. “Which time? Because I remember a few instances, though I went with castration in most cases, I only went with murder if I knew I could get away with it and the council wouldn’t know,” He stated thoughtfully. “Well, officially know that is. Nothing that went down on records you know, plausible deniability in case the Senate caught wind.” Obi-Wan shrugged at the looks that garnered.

“So the… Senate wouldn’t…” Rex stammered weakly.

Peering up through his bangs curiously, Anakin nodded. “Well yeah, the council wasn’t about to punish someone for keeping their padawan safe. The Senate however takes authority over that again, so if they figured it out…” He trailed off before looking to Obi-Wan. “You would have been in jail quite a long time if they knew.” Anakin noted with some amusement.

Snorting deeply, coming over to peer at Anakin’s arm with some worry since the other hadn’t fixed it yet, Obi-Wan slid his hands into his sleeves. “Most of the order would be. Especially the ones that are masters of twi’lek ones. Qui-Gon would have been in one even before he became my master, I wasn’t his padawan the first time he killed someone to keep them away from me. I think he spaced the body but I wasn’t quite in a condition to pay attention to that.” He chuckled.

As if it was common.

As if their safety wasn’t in danger.

This all honestly painted a disturbing picture of the Jedi Order role in the galaxy quite frankly.

Rex exchanged a long look with a horrified looking Kix and then promptly put his tools away to go find Cody.

Because what the kark.

Do the guards find out that Obi-Wan is an incubus?

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2It was Waxer that finally managed to find a solution.

Of course, Cody didn’t realize that as he growled when Waxer started undoing the Jedi’s belt and sash. “Waxer, what the kark are yo-” He hissed out, pausing only when Obi-Wan whined with confusion.

His hunger was getting to him hardcore.

“Moment Commander, I’m not undressing him, promise. Just… give me a moment.” Waxer continued working, buckling up the belt once more but two holes too wide, leaving the belt to hang a bit lower on Obi-Wan’s body. He undid the sash but tied it just as quickly once more only looser.

For all intents and purpose, Obi-Wan looked the same to anyone not used to a Jedi’s common wear.

But the vode could see that Obi-Wan’s tunic was hanging looser on him and that his belt was hanging low on his hips.

That done, Waxer breathed out and then shifted behind Obi-Wan, sliding his hands up the others tunic and past the belt and sash, rubbing slowly and steadily at his waist and hips, giving Obi-Wan the skin touch he needed.

Obi-Wan let out a loud, keening noise before practically collapsing into Cody’s body, melting for Waxer as the trooper continued running his hands over the others sides and back, all of his actions hidden beneath the others clothes.

Staring, Cody let out a low noise. “Waxer you genius.” He whispered, letting out a shaken laugh when the other sent him a quick grin before focusing back on providing the semi intimate touch.

Melted against Cody, only giving the occasional shiver of pleasure, Obi-Wan seemed content to simply soak up the comfort and skin touch he was being offered.

“You’re skin feels really hot Obi-Wan,” Waxer noted after a moment, glancing to Helix in worry. “How badly of are you?” He questioned, even as Helix traded places with his vode.

Giving an unhappy noise when the hands disappeared, Obi-Wan huffed tiredly against Cody’s neck only to let out a happy keen when Helix hands were under the fabric, the medic no less caressing but with more purpose than Waxer. “I’m fine now. Hunger is still there but this is making it easier.” The Jedi muttered, pressing a soft, affectionate kiss to Cody’s pulse point.

However, the more the medic touched, the deeper Helix frown got.

The difference between Obi-Wan’s ‘fine’ and Helix, and by that also all the vode, was clearly quite different as always.

“Obi-Wan… I’m sorry if this hurts.” Helix stated quietly before pressing himself up against the others back, his hands going forward, petting his stomach for a moment before going up towards the others rib cage.

Cody couldn’t see what Helix did.

But he could see Obi-Wan blanch, the already pale man becoming even paler as he let out a choked gasp of pain.

Helix uttered a muffled curse. “His ribs. They’re not broken but I think they might be fractured.” He whispered with agitation, shifting around.

And then he quickly pulled his hands out from under Obi-Wan’s clothes as they heard the doors open, Cody reluctantly shifting to supporting Obi-Wan via his arms and elbow instead of having the man lean on him.

Around in the other cells, vode went back to pretending they were glowering or resting instead of doing their bit to try and escape as the guards wandered by, the wookie pausing to give them an assessing stare before following his companion, rawring at her when she threw him a teasing joke.

Cody just glowered, his heart aching as Obi-Wan gave a low, needy whine.

But the pause gave him a chance to look at Longshot, the man eyes glittering with triumph.

Longshot had made headway with his cell and Cody couldn’t help but bare his teeth in a vicious smile as others caught on and started putting their helmets on.

It was time to bust out and get their incubus to safety.

Sightlessbird: Whelp, lets not give Anakin and everyone heart attacks, so how about something peaceful not involving battle this chapter?

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Wiggling a bit and pouting when he didn’t move an inch, Obi-Wan let out a loud sigh. “I do think you’re all overreacting a tiny bit.” He stated as loudly as he dared.

There was a round of snorts at that and Anakin shifted where he was sitting on Obi-Wan’s lap, the boy able to feel his master’s stare at him. “Right, we’re overacting, its not like you were throwing around live grenades and dodging Ventress only days ago.” He stated a tad hysterically.

“But you’re heavy.” Obi-Wan groaned, flopping dramatically to the ground as troopers laughed around them, doing whatever they were up to since Anakin sat down on Obi-Wan’s lap.

“I can get Rex in full armor to sit in your lap. I will get him to do it, you already know I will.” Anakin stated warningly.

Sulking at that, Obi-Wan squirmed some more then grumbled petulantly.

For a few blessed moments, outside of some rustling bushes and Fives and Echo playing sabbac, it was quiet.

Until Obi-Wan let out a loud cry that had several jumping in surprise. “I’M BORED!” He whined loudly, not caring he was being a bit whiny as he kicked his legs from under Anakin.

Pausing, Anakin glanced down at his padawan then over to Qui-Gon, looking like he was desperately asking for help with his eyes.

The damn man however was smirking back at him, slowly sipping his tea that Cody had graciously served him moments before.

He could almost hear his old master voice going ‘sweet, sweet karma my dear padawan.’ for all the petulant whining Anakin had put Qui-Gon through when he was an over-energetic youth.

Grunting as Obi-Wan for real started trying to get him off, Anakin latched onto the first idea that occurred to him. “How about I teach you some dancing!” He yelled out.

Everyone, including Anakin, froze incredulously at the suggestion, staring at the blond.

Qui-Gon had actually dropped his jaw at the suggestion, staring at Anakin as if he didn’t know the now flushing man.

Obi-Wan however perked up. “Really? What kind of dancing Panakin?” He questioned, blind eyes wide as he sat up to hug his master around the torso.

And well… that was kinda it for Anakin as he reluctantly gave in with a small smile. “One, don’t call me that in the temple, ever, please, give me some dignity. And two, how about some Nabooan ballroom dancing?” He offered, grasping the others braid to give it a little tug as Obi-Wan grinned wickedly at the first part.

His marriage with Padme might be on the rocks at the moment but that didn’t mean he had forgotten the things he had learned to impress her or the things she had taught him later on.

Nabooan court traditions were some of the first things he had, shyly, managed to ask Qui-Gon to teach him back when he was twelve.

Qui-Gon, with a slightly reserved look in his eyes, had of course risen to the task while simultaneously warning Anakin about the difference of love and attachment as the man was all to familiar with a love that was too consuming. And telling Anakin when he grew older about Tahl Uvain.

That had been…

Well, a lesson of humility for sure, to see the pain and discomfort on his master’s face when Anakin had at the time thought his master invulnerable.

But yes, Anakin would teach Obi-Wan the things he had been taught as a padawan too, the war wouldn’t last forever and knowing some dancing would benefit Obi-Wan for sure, especially if they were sent to attend one of those charity balls.

Shifting himself onto his knees and then up on his feet, Anakin reached down and pulled Obi-Wan up as the boy eagerly shifted, clearly full of energy. “Sounds sasser master!” He chirped.

Blinking at the boy, Anakin raised a brow. “Sasser?” He curiously noted.

“Sasser means good. Royal sasser means really good.” Obi-Wan squirmed happily, holding onto his master’s hands as he explained.

“Huh… so kinda like wizard, where did you pick that up?” Anakin asked curiously, smiling a bit when Obi-Wan shrugged.

“Troopers.” The easy explanation and of course it was the troopers, Anakin thought with amusement as he sent them an amused look, all too aware that Commander Fox was very attached to his padawan.

“Alright then, Nabooan ballroom dance, lets get this party started.” He chuckled, grinning when Longshot took the initiative to bring out a harmonica he had.

#lupincopper- so who wins the staring match, Obi or Yoda? How does Obi protect his pup?

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Eating carefully to avoid spilling the yolk, Anakin watched Obi-Wan through the open door before looking at Qui-Gon instead. “What’s he doing?” He blinked.

Ever since they were up in the tower and Obi-Wan stared down the green alien, Obi-Wan had been acting a bit odd.

A bit smug but also panicking, especially once they came to the rooms that was apparently their home. Mr Qui-Gon had contently taken Anakin to the kitchen and feed Anakin some hard boiled eggs while getting himself a cup of tea.

They were really tasty and the yolk was really yellow.

Qui-Gon had called it for a chicken egg as Obi-Wan was throwing stuff around his room.

Chuckling a bit, leaning back in his own chair to glance down to the open room, Qui-Gon smiled wryly. “Well you see, Obi-Wan is a bit overwhelmed with his instincts right now, so he’s messing about his room, trying to make a form for den. He’s throwing around his bed wear, some of my clothes and some of his own to that effect…oh, he still has the plush animals I gave him.” The man noted absently.

Blinking, Anakin reached for another one of the eggs and started peeling it like how Qui-Gon showed him. “What does den mean? Or do you mean like an animal den?” He blinked several times, uncertain if he had the right understanding.

His mother had once showed him a rill den while they had been looking for dune worms, it had just been a hole in the ground that the reptile had burrowed down to hide its babies from the sun, stamping the ground and packing it to prevent the sand from collapsing down on them.

How was Obi-Wan going to make a den like that with his clothes?

Snorting slightly, Qui-Gon nodded. “In essence yes, he tucks his blankets and pillows around with all the other fabric to make a room on his bed against the wall, giving him an enclosed space. It is an instinct thing for him.” He settled on calmly.

Taking a bite, pouting a bit when he discovered that this egg yolk was fully solidified, Anakin gave a slow but understanding nod.

Maybe Obi-Wan would let him take a look, because making a den out of fabric sounded weird but if he built it up by using pillows, maybe it worked?

Watching the others cup of tea curiously, Anakin tilted his head. “So why is he building a den?” Anakin had a lot of questions if he was honest.

Pausing, Qui-Gon got to his feet and fetched a cup from the cupboard, returning and pouring some tea into it. “Well, he is a bit overwhelmed now, so he is trying to get them to quiet down. Now, try that and tell me if you want some honey in it.” He smiled gently.

Peering back at Qui-Gon for a long second, Anakin swallowed his egg before taking the cup of tea gingerly.

Tea was precious on Tatooine, at least for slaves.

You could make a stringy herbal blend out of herbs you found growing wild if you were lucky but actual tea… and Qui-Gon was also offering him honey without seemingly thinking twice about the cost?

Jedi might not be as free as Anakin had expected, considering some of the comments he had overheard while following Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to their quarters, but they at least had enough to eat.

‘But so do bed slaves and their lives aren’t much better.’ He mused to himself as he blew on the tea contents.

Anakin couldn’t help but wonder if his mom was okay.

‘…Would Obi-Wan help her if I asked?’

#MajorStars- Does Obi get warned off from spending time with Anakin? Does he get sent off on long term missions so he can “let go” of his attachment to his son?

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Frowning up at the door, Anakin tried knocking again, the sound echoing faintly down hall B11, one of several knight dorms on this level and this door in particular holding the name plate ‘Kenobi’.

No answer once more much to Anakin’s disquiet.

His bearer had been out of touch for days now, neither Qui-Gon or Anakin being able to get into touch with the Knight and honestly, Anakin was getting rather worried since Obi-Wan had made a point of contacting Anakin somehow once a day, by showing up where he was eating, sending him an encouraging message when Anakin was working on his homework, being in the salle when Anakin was sparring or training with fellow padawans or his master, showing up for a visit and dinner in their quarters or inviting them to his, or hell, even showing up as a TA for some of the classes, a secretive wink in Anakin’s direction.

It made for fun lessons in Anakin’s eyes, the warmth of Obi-Wan’s attention during class making him strive to do better.

Even in poetry and Anakin hated poetry, bleh.

But four days ago, Obi-Wan had gone dark and while initially not worried, Anakin was after the second day, especially when Qui-Gon told him he wasn’t able to get into contact with Obi-Wan either.

‘He’s not home now either…’ Anakin bit his lower lip, wondering where in the temple he could potentially look for the other.

He couldn’t just stretch his senses all over the temple, that was rude, everyone would be able to tell he was doing it and honestly, it would be invasive. Anakin had no need to know where everyone was.

But he did want to know where Obi-Wan was.

As he stood in front of Obi-Wan’s door, arms crossed with a thoughtful frown on his face, a few knights came down the hall from the opposite end, all deeply involved in a conversation.

Honestly, Anakin barely paid them any attention until one of them, a female zabrak, called out to him. “Are you looking for Kenobi, padawan Skywalker?” She called curiously, pausing with her friends a few steps ahead of her.

Turning to her, giving a shallow but polite bow, Anakin nodded. “Master wanted to invite him for dinner but we can’t get a hold of him.” A white lie, giving a reason for why he was there and why he was looking for Obi-Wan.

The lady smiled apologetic and Anakin felt an uneasy feeling rumble through his stomach. “Well, that’s too bad. He was sent of on a mission in the middle of the night a few days ago. Was really hasty, he apparently didn’t have time to leave a message behind if even your master didn’t know,” She explained calmly before turning back to her friends. “But at least you know now, so you should tell your master too.”

Struggling not to drop his jaw, Anakin nodded mutely before hurrying away, his heart pounding slightly.

Obi-Wan was on a mission?

But last they saw each other, Obi-Wan said he had down time for a full two months!

What kind of haste mission had Anakin’s bearer been sent on so suddenly?

For all that he was extraordinary in Anakin’s eyes, he was only one of many knights, no more special than the next one even though his skills in negotiation was apparently beyond many others as Obi-Wan excelled in it.

So why had Obi-Wan been sent of in such a haste, to the point he hadn’t even left a message.

‘Oh, I’ll be telling dad alright.’ Anakin thought, determined as he rushed back to their quarters.

Snowwhitepurity: Ani is knithed!

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Standing outside the door, his heart throbbing in his chest and smelling like cheap booze, Anakin stared at the familiar door with Kenobi-Skywalker on it.

Inside that flimsy door was his future.

The galaxy felt like it had been moving in fast pace for a few years now, maybe ever since Anakin discovered Obi-Wan’s little secret enjoyment or even before that but it had come, it had finally come.

His knighting day.

Obi-Wan cryptically telling him to meet him up at the council tower, a dark room lighting with lightsabers all around him, Obi-Wan standing near Master Yoda with a proud, almost bewildered smile on his face as Anakin knelt for the council masters.

Knelt a padawan and rose a knight.

Obi-Wan cutting his braid only for Anakin to carefully press it into his hand with the softest of smiles.

His classmates dragging him out for celebratory drinks with Obi-Wan waving after him, looking amused and Anakin reluctantly going because he knew it was expected.

He had stayed, almost vibrating in his own skin, because it had been expected.

But he was back.

He had spent two hours at a shady cantina in the lower levels with his classmates, he had drunk every drink he had been given, as expected and been carefully filtering them the entire time, something not expected.

Because he had no intention of getting drunk.

He did not want to get a whiskey dick as Vos had once called it, Obi-Wan with his red face in his hands behind the other knight as Vos gone into detailed sex ed to two very uncomfortable padawans, that could not look at each other after.

Honestly, he and Aayla couldn’t look at each other for weeks after that, thankfully they were sent on separate missions and by the two month mark they were able to look at each other once more.

Considering all Anakin knew, it made sense that Vos had explained it, since he went into details with him being experienced. Obi-Wan had given Anakin a cursory, clinical one at the age of twelve, Anakin vaguely aware of all of it due to his upbringing already and mostly Obi-Wan had focused on safe sex and consent.

Actually, he had focused a lot on consent during all of Anakin’s upbringing.

Swallowing, Anakin tried to push those memories back now and instead let himself into their quarters.

Obi-Wan was on the couch and the opening of the door had him turning his head quickly, panic flashing on his face only for relief to cross it when he saw who it was. “Anakin, I didn’t expect you back yet.” He breathed out, raising the tv remote to pause the musical he was watching.

“You know I’m not one for a lot of drinking.” Anakin felt himself respond as he automatically hung up his robe and used the Force to open his boots, grinning a bit at Obi-Wan’s amused gaze.

And then his mouth went dry when Obi-Wan stood.

Obi-Wan was wearing the pink silk robe Anakin had gifted him with the flower pattern but under that he was wearing a set Anakin had never seen, the other wearing the robe open allowing him to see it all.

There were stockings, black ones with cat ears and a white face on the knees. There was a black shorts with white ruffles on the thighs and around the waist and bows in the sides, the top matching the bottom with both a halter neck and spaghetti straps and ruffles on the front, giving the impression of a chest despite Anakin knowing there was nothing inside that top.

‘Sweet Force.’ Anakin swallowed, knowing he was staring as he dragged his boots off without looking away, knowing Obi-Wan was flushing almost shyly as he fiddled with the pink belt. “When did you… get that?” Anakin whispered, his feet finally in his slippers as he made his way to his master.

He couldn’t have stopped himself even if his foot was in a wampa trap, reaching out to carefully capture one of the ruffles of the top to rub it between his fingers, feeling the silky fabric as Obi-Wan spoke. “Week ago, it was finally returned by the laundry droids yesterday.” Obi-Wan noted quietly, smiling slightly.

“Silky.” Anakin noted, glancing at the others face when Obi-Wan laughed. ‘…Ah kark it.’ He swallowed, leaning in to peck the other on the lips, desperation clawing in his veins.

It was now or never.

Please tell me Anakin is on his way in Secret we carry!?

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Snarling loudly as raced through the halls, the blaring alarms covering the sound, Anakin questioned how the hell this had happened.

Of all the bastards to find them this far out from anyone that could aid them, it was Grievous.

Anakin had preferred karking Ventress to that scrap metal, at least she could be talked with, as much as Anakin hated both, at least Ventress he knew could have a bone of sympathy in her body that the other CIS did not have.

Especially not with Obi-Wan.

Ventress had once tortured Obi-Wan, made everyone think he was dead but Obi-Wan reminded her of her lost master supposedly and sometimes, sometimes as the mission where Obi-Wan landed in Maul’s grasp showed, Ventress could extend mercy towards him.

Ah but Ventress no longer fought at the CIS side, she had turned on Dooku and was now somewhere else in the shitty galaxy where Obi-Wan was now karking fighting against Grievous, who had boarded the Negotiator!

Anakin had almost screamed when he had seen the boarding ship impact the side of the Negotiator.

He had known.

The moment he saw he had known and had been moving away from the controls while yelling for Rex to take charge as he charged down the halls to the elevator, desperate to get to his interceptor, the same Interceptor kind Obi-Wan had.

The ones Anakin had painted for them.

One yellow and one red.

The colors of the Open Circle Armada, the colors of the fleet he and Obi-Wan commanded, gaining untold victories together as Jedi Generals.

But Obi-Wan wasn’t the same warrior as he was back then.

He was currently weakened, he was here to recover and Anakin with the 212th and 501st were there to protect him.

‘Please, just hold on long enough for me to get there. I know you can, you’re strong Obi-Wan but so is Grievous, so just hold on for me to get my karking ass over there.’ Anakin gritted his teeth, grasping desperately at the muted by distance bond he had to Obi-Wan.

That at least let him know Obi-Wan was alive.

Alive but scared.

Gritting his teeth, Anakin legged it the last few halls, bursting into the hanger and startling several mouse droids and several clone ship marshallers. A few called after him but Anakin didn’t have time.

He didn’t even wait for R2, Force opening the canopy to throw himself into his Interceptor. “I’m on my way. I’m on my way. Just hold on.” He panted, engaging the motors, hearing people cry out and R2 crying out curses in binary as Anakin took off without the astromech, racing out the Resolute’s hanger and into battle.

Not that he was going to remain in battle.

He was aimed at the Negotiator’s hanger, shooting what came between him and his goal, trusting his troopers to take care of the droid bait and Rex to take care of the Resolute. He knew he could trust them.

And while he also trusted Cody and the 212th, he needed to be at Obi-Wan’s side.

“If he touches one hair on Obi-Wan’s head,” Anakin hissed out between clenched teeth, hands clenched on the Interceptors controllers. “I’ll fucking shove his own beating heart into his lungs with my flesh hand.” He pulled the controls sharply, bringing the Interceptor into a sharp dive, aiming for the open hanger of the Negotiator, Obi-Wan’s voice coming into clarity as Anakin cleared into proximity, their bond breaking open.

‘Anakin! Help!’

Hungry incubus Obiwan

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“General!” Catching his General when he was shoved into the cell by the leering guards, Cody glared the pirates as he held the shaking General up, several troopers watching quietly with scowling expressions even as they kept back.

Mostly due to the blast collar around Obi-Wan’s neck.

No one was willing to risk the General’s life and the weequay fiddling almost gleefully with the control while watching them made it clear that she wouldn’t hesitate to blow Obi-Wan’s head of if they didn’t behave.

They would loose out on selling Obi-Wan sure but there had been more than enough hints that they were planning to sell the troopers to the slave trade anyhow.

Finally the pirates had it all locked down and made their way out of the brigs, cackling and joking with each other.

None of them relaxed just yet, not until they heard the clang of the door shutting, only then did Cody relax and wrap his arms around Obi-Wan, his hand instantly going up to stroke the others hair. “Obi-Wan, are you alright?” He murmured worriedly, Helix and Waxer appearing at his side for information.

Obi-Wan didn’t verbally respond, only shook harder in Cody’s grasp, though when Helix and Waxer took a hand each and started kneading it slowly in their grasp with their bare hands, he started relaxing a bit, pressing his face to Cody’s neck.

His armor must be cutting into Obi-Wan’s body unpleasantly, especially where he was bruised and bandage wrapped from the explosion that had lead to their capture but Cody didn’t try pushing him back.

He knew Obi-Wan needed the skin touch, which was why none of the troopers in the cell with their Jedi was wearing their gloves at the moment.

Learning that your General is an incubus is one hell of a doozy and the fact that the 212th had only learned so a full year and a half into the war had been frustrating, considering the situations they got into and could lead to disaster for their already too pretty Jedi.

If slavers or bounty hunters learned he was also a stewjonian incubus, something extremely rare outside of Stewjon, he’d have people gunning for him regardless where he went.

Then there was the manner the 212th had learned, Helix in particular hated the reminder since Obi-Wan only confessed after almost collapsing in the medtent, the only thing saving him from actually cracking his head on something was that Helix had managed to pull Obi-Wan into his arms and had not been wearing his armor at the moment, only his blacks.

Instincts had sought for Obi-Wan to start nuzzling into warm skin of Helix neck, keeping him aware enough to inform Helix so the other could strip them shirtless and cuddle him.

But only after they had been sent on a two month mission without Skywalker around.

Incubus could apparently sustain on platonic touches, the rumor mills having exaggerated the race needs to only the sexual aspect since skin to skin touch were generally required.

But Obi-Wan had explained that cuddling, hand holding and such things could tide an incubus and with a particularly deep bond, like the one he had to Skywalker, who was his brother in all but blood, it meant he could sustain without any form for sexual contact.

Two months without him however was too much.

Obi-Wan had been starving for a full month before his finally had to give in and while not as filling as Skywalker, platonic touches from the troopers helped tide him until they were comfortable enough for more.

And the 212th was more than willing for more, their touch light and tender for their sweet General.

Gentle with their General as most people weren’t to Obi-Wan these days.

Hell, sometimes even Skywalker got a bit rough when they were in disagreement and Cody wouldn’t stand for it.

But here and now there was nothing he could do, locked up in pirate cells as they were, guards coming by every few random half hour to check on them to ensure they weren’t planning escape.

Which they were, Longshot had been working on the bars of the cell he and his group were in.

Well, several of the groups were working on their own cells but Longshot had the best chance since the bars on their cell was apparently decayed somewhat from some acid spill.

But they couldn’t strip their Jedi down in these cells in case the guards came by and the troopers couldn’t remove their armors, needing to be ready to spring their escape.

Finally, Obi-Wan made a low noise, verbally responding as Cody continued rubbing the others scalp. “They wanted to show me to Dooku,” He tiredly confessed, Helix and Waxer pausing their kneading to pay attention. “The Republic is refusing to pay the hostage demand so now they’re seeing what Dooku might offer for me.” Obi-Wan collapsed a bit more against Cody’s body.

“Kark.” Cody grunted, raising his head to look at Longshot in the cell across from them, the other grimacing heavily back at him before shaking his head.

No luck yet with the bars.

“I’m so hungry…” Obi-Wan whined suddenly, Cody freezing a bit before looking to Helix in alarm.

Obi-Wan never confessed to his own discomfort.

To hear him whine even as he held the shaking body made Cody’s blood feel like it was freezing even as he gingerly touched the hurt Jedi, alarmed at potentially hurting him more and yet knowing they had to figure something out without revealing Obi-Wan’s needs to the pirates. “Ner jeti’ika, cuun cyare, its alright, we’ll help you.” He murmured, Helix clearly looking like he wanted to swaddle Obi-Wan up and cuddle for hours.

They would help their Obi’ika…but how?

Hi Moddy, love you’re work! I was just wondering if you’re taking prompts, if not that’s okay. Just wanted to ask if you’ve ever written a fanfic where obi wan snaps or like has had enough of ppl using him and making him do dirty work?Sorry idk if this sounds right 😅

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Oh my gosh, yes. So I have one that is like that where Obi-Wan sings ‘fuck this shit I’m out’, takes a vacation, Coruscant burns and he plays strip poker with the troopers. Anakin is very distressed by Obi-Wan’s leather pants

The Rise of Wildwan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10406889/chapters/22980867