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Hey Moddy, I know you don’t like Satine but how do you feel about Bo-Katan?

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You do not want a honest answer to that, believe me. Sufficant to say, Bo-Katan, member of the Death watch, the group that wants to KILL her sister and eventually succeded with Maul’s help, does not stand high in my eyes.

Kin killers, even if they’re just in on the plans and not the execution, don’t tend to stand high.

But I’ll give her respect for her salt. If nothing more.

Edit: If I got nothing nice to say, I’m not going to be the asshole to make someone else feel bad for liking her. Which is why I’m sticking to this.

Sightlessbird – the last update was just *chefs kiss* I was wondering about who is in charge of the 212th? Do the 501st and 212th still work as closely? I can just imagine Cody being all super protective over Obi-Wan

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Pressing his fist to his mouth to prevent the other from seeing his smile, Qui-Gon couldn’t help but ponder what a delight karma could be even as Anakin moaned into his arms, the knight having laid his arms on the table and his head on his arms as he started recounting his padawan’s deed.

Anakin, wonderful as he was and a good padawan, was not a grand diplomat and often he had stepped on the toes of the people they were supposed to be investigating or helping as a young teen.

He had of course become better with age but young Anakin had been… blunt.

Yes, blunt was the word.

A diplomatic word.

So often, Qui-Gon had been required to run, Anakin tucked up under his arm with an angry mob under his arm as they ran from everything from a royal or senator’s guard to the thugs hired by a weapon or drug dealer Anakin had either insulted or enraged in some manner.

It made for an interesting few years, that was for sure, until Qui-Gon had finally managed to teach Anakin at least some diplomacy and drop his reckless bluntness for some caution.

Though, admittedly, Obi-Wan’s recklessness was… worrying.

Dropping his hand and opening his mouth, finally feeling like he wouldn’t bust out laughing, Qui-Gon paused as Cody arrived, the man setting a cup of tea down. “Ah, thank you Cody. Sapir?” He stated hopefully, smiling thankfully when his commander nodded.

Force, Qui-Gon abhorred this war and yet… meeting Cody and the other troopers almost, almost made him glad.

It was a complicated place to be.

Loving the troopers and yet abhorring the war, though he knew the troopers themselves had complicated emotions about the war.

Without it, they would not exist. And yet with it, they died and further more, many treated them as if they were less than sentient.

Complicated.

So many things were complicated.

Picking up the cup, Qui-Gon peered at his former padawan, giving into his urge to smile just a little bit as Anakin glared sullenly up at him from his arms. “My best advice would be to speak to him, sit down and meditate, however,” He raised one hand when Anakin sat up suddenly, mouth open. Thankfully, the other’s mouth shut at that though he still glared at Qui-Gon. “However,” He repeated, grateful Anakin could still listen to him. “Every padawan is unique, they require different handling. Young padawan Kenobi is not Ahsoka,” He pretended not to notice the flinch, all too aware of how Anakin’s heart still hurt for his former padawan. “Speak with him first and if you require, I will speak with him later on, perhaps he can meditate with me.” He offered.

Honestly, when he had arrived, he had not expected this.

He had been interested in meeting his new grandpadawan but to have Anakin practically ambush him at the shuttle and drag him away before Qui-Gon could meet the boy…

Honestly, now Qui-Gon was even more interested in meeting young Obi-Wan.

He sounded like an interesting and energetic child.

And to have a naturally formed Force bond… the will of the Force were truly mysterious.

Taking a sip, grateful he had waited long enough as the tea didn’t hurt his mouth, he glanced in concern at Captain Rex sitting on a crate. “However, maybe you should tend to your captain?” Qui-Gon mused, a tad worried.

The blond truly looked a bit hollow, staring out into the air blankly with a vague look of horror.

Turning in his chair, Anakin stared at his captain before looking at Qui-Gon. “…Master, Rex became like this because of Obi-Wan. He was crying earlier when Obi-Wan announced bombs were ‘fun’.” Anakin twitched a bit.

Pausing, Qui-Gon stared at Anakin before looking at Rex again, feeling Cody shock. “…Perhaps I can speak with young Kenobi soon. For Captain Rex’s sanity sake.” The older man finally settled on, seeing the usually so unshaken captain in such a condition was a tad… disturbing.

And impressive.

Young Obi-Wan had managed something no one else so far had done in the time Qui-Gon had known Rex.

‘I can’t wait to meet him.’ Qui-Gon mused, wondering if his grandpadawan would cause the rest of his hair to go gray.

#secretswecarry- is Obi able to physical handle the stress of battle? If he does handle it, does he collapse afterwards?

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Staring out the view of the bridge, feeling speechless and frozen, Obi-Wan clung tightly to his saber. Cody had marched past him and was barking out orders, the bridge a mass of activity as everyone got to their post and continued returning fire on the Malevolence.

How in the Force had Grievous found them!?

This entire trip was off the books.

Anakin and Obi-Wan were officially listed in a totally different sector to avoid this because of Obi-Wan’s… delicate state.

This wasn’t suppose to happen.

Shaking himself, Obi-Wan stepped forward to Cody’s side, looking at him. “Can we contact the Resolute?” He questioned quietly.

Shaking his head, Cody turned his head to him. “No sir, the comms are blocked, the rustbuckets fault I’m sure, though the Resolute is also returning fire but…” They both looked out the view again, at the gathered CIS ships.

There were a lot, giving both the Negotiator and the Resolute a run for their credits.

And the Malevolence was focused on the Negotiator.

Kark, this was not good, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he was up to handle Grievous right n- “INCOMING!” Someone shouted and Obi-Wan looked up just in time to see something whiz past the view, the entire star destroyer rocking as something impacted with them.

“What was that!?” Cody roared, moving forward to the techs at the controls.

“A boarding ship! We got clankers onboard!” Someone replied back and Obi-Wan felt himself freeze as everything came into crystal clear realization.

This was planned. This wasn’t an accidental find.

This attack was planned because Grievous knew.

Somehow, the CIS knew that Obi-Wan wasn’t in a good condition and would make for an easier target, whether they knew of his miscarriage or not wasn’t even important but they knew.

Someone had misspoken or been on an unsecured line or something and the information had returned to Dooku’s master, the true Sith above him and they had sent Grievous after Obi-Wan for whatever reason.

Most likely to kill him as there wouldn’t make for much sense to take Obi-Wan hostage, getting rid of one of the key players of the war as Obi-Wan held several high positions both as a Jedi council master and a High Jedi General.

“Grievous is on the ship.” He stated with conviction, feeling like his voice was coming from too far away even as he spoke, Cody whirling around to stare at him, Obi-Wan able to feel it even through the man’s helmet.

Actually, he could feel several stares but no one argued against him, every trooper realizing that he was right despite how ludicrous it was for Grievous to know.

“There is nothing of value out here in this system for either the CIS or the Republic, our location isn’t officially listed anywhere, a false trail was left for anyone that looked…” Obi-Wan continued, swallowing thickly. “He’s coming here for me. He knows.” Obi-Wan tongue felt thick in his mouth.

What was he suppose to do?

They couldn’t get contact with Anakin and the Resolute, Grievous was onboard for certain, the CIS knew something at the very least of Obi-Wan’s condition and they could not call for any other aid, stuck out here as they were.

Whirling around to the rest of the bridge, Cody roared orders as the alarms of the Negotiator shrilly sounded, Obi-Wan feeling unmoored as he shakily tried to bring himself to hunt Grievous down, turning and stepping out the doors with Cody rushing after when he noticed Obi-Wan leaving the bridge.

SnowWhitePurity- Anakin gets knighted and starts his miss to woo Obi.

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Grinning happily as he tied the bright purple bow to tie the two bags together, Anakin leaned back on the couch before nodding contently as the silky bow bought stood out starkly against the familiar bags.

Being at the store, Anakin had found two outfit that he thought Obi-Wan would love and he couldn’t decide which one to get… so he got both.

They were birthday presents anyhow, his master wouldn’t say no to them, especially combined with the package of millaflower tea wrapped around the two bags to hold it all together in a nice bow at the top.

Bouncing to his feet, he skipped to the kitchen, braid swinging as he bought out Obi-Wan’s favorite pot and cup, humming as he grabbed sapir tea to brew to welcome the other, humming ‘Coruscant funky droid’ under his breath after pouring the water onto the leafs.

Singing it was always long enough for it to brew properly and not become bitter and instead remain good.

Well, according to Obi-Wan.

Anakin had never liked tea anyhow and would stick to caff and other things.

Or shig, the few occasions Obi-Wan made it, which wasn’t a lot.

Apparently it was hard to get the right things for it but according to Obi-Wan, it was a form for tea and when Anakin tried to search it up on the holonet, he found that it was a Mandalorian drink.

Which begged the question where in the world Obi-Wan had learned it.

Lifting up the mug as he was done humming, Anakin poured the tea into the pot, the sieve catching the used up leafs so he could remove them. Lid on, the tea would keep warm for Obi-Wan as he was sure to arrive in less than ten minutes.

‘…Should I add some kind of sweet? Do we have any Obi-Wan prefers?’ Anakin moved to check the cupboards and fridge, rubbing his chin before perking up as he noticed the pack of spiced rum cakes in the cupboard.

Delightful, Obi-Wan was sure to enjoy them with the tea, as the rum cakes could be slightly dry without something to drink.

Snack procured, tea set in pot to keep warm, Anakin settled against the counter to wait for Obi-Wan, humming happily to himself. ‘If we had been on Coruscant earlier, I would have gotten him a birthday cake… I’m shoddy at baking, so I don’t think I should try that.’ He grimaced to himself.

Anakin was a decent enough cook, he could make a few dishes and so could Obi-Wan but he wasn’t a master by any means and neither was Obi-Wan. But it was enough to survive on and for anything else there was always the public mess to eat or going out, for say to Dex.

But a cake was a bit out of his skills.

Maybe he could learn for next year, if he had the time…

His thoughts broke off as the front door opened, the familiar aura of Obi-Wan’s Force presence washing over him.

Obi-Wan was back and Anakin grabbed the tray, moving into the living room. “Master! Welcome back!” He greeted happily, watching the man pause in removing his boots.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan smiled back before dropping his eyes to the tray Anakin was setting down, eyes lighting up in interest. “Oh, is that for us?” He hurriedly got his boots the rest of the way off, setting them aside to pad to the couch on his socks.

“Mainly for you, there’s tea for you, sapir.” Anakin snorted a bit, gesturing for the other to sit down as he poured a cup.

Of course, that meant Obi-Wan also noticed the bags, his ears and neck turning bright red at the sight of them, even as a shy smile crossed his lips. “Padaw-”

Reaching out, Anakin carefully pushed some of Obi-Wan’s hair behind his ear, smiling slightly. “Happy birthday master, I’m sorry there’s no real cake.” He stated quietly, fingers lingering at the warmth before dropping back, the two staring at each other.

Slowly, Obi-Wan smiled too. “That’s alright. I like rum cake.” He murmured, reaching for the bags slowly.

‘And I like you.’ Anakin grinned slightly, watching him carefully undo the ribbon.

I’m out. I just can’t stand Qui-Gon anymore. And Obi-Wan being kind of a pushover sometime. I know making Obi suffers is kinda your specialty but I think I’m pass that now. It’s been fun but it’s time to go. Good luck.

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That’s alright. You do you dude, not sure what kicked that of today considering none of my storylines have included Qui-Gon overly much lately but that’s alright. Hope you find the kind of fics you enjoy.

Ps: just a btw, Qui-Gon can be an asshole, he has a tendency to trample people’s feeling around him and Obi-Wan is his padawan. KIDS don’t always see their adults the way outside influences do and they can carry it into adulthood. Just fiy.

Hi! In AwolJedi, how does Obi-Wan’s talk with Padme go? Is she angry at Anakin and wants the twins back? Does Cody rescue Obi-Wan from the conversation with Padme, or does Cody maybe get dragged into the conversation with them?

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‘How in the Force name did I end up here?’

The sentence kept repeating in his head as he sipped slowly at his tea, feeling Padme stare at him. The office had been cleared out by everyone but one of her handmaidens, the lady standing by the door and a blocker had been activated on her desk.

She didn’t want anyone to hear what was being discussed.

“Obi-Wan, could you please make Anakin see sense?” Padme suddenly questioned, her hands resting on the desk.

That made Obi-Wan pause, the cup slowly lowering to stare at the woman in question. Had she just…

Seeing that she had his attention, Padme leaned forward. “Please, I don’t want a media circus about us, I just want him and the kids to come home but he won’t listen to me.” She murmured quietly, eyes large and slightly glistening.

In any other case, Obi-Wan might have let a cooler head prevail, he might have kept to the side and tried to negotiate a solution to such a conundrum.

But in this one, he was personally invested.

And Padme seemed to have no idea just how personally invested he was as he placed his cup down on the table stationed with the chairs.

Did she really think that he and Anakin hadn’t spoken?

Where in the galaxy did she think he had gone and he quickly had to review his memories, to check if Anakin had mentioned to her in any of the instances he had been in person for where he and the kids were.

He had assumed he would have told her…

But maybe paranoia had kicked in.

And maybe the troopers had requested Anakin not to say anything?

So far, just like Ilum, Vercopa coordinates were a secret, to keep the Jedi and the troopers there safe just as they kept Ilum’s crystals safe. No off-worlders were bought to the world and all trade happened on a moon a few clicks away.

Knight Ina and her padawan, masters Morana, Firava and Nurdina was actually stationed there, they was delighted. A real people persons, being rechanged by being around people… extroverts Obi-Wan believed he had heard someone call it.

Shaking his head slowly, Obi-Wan watched him before sighing deeply. “Senator Amidala, who do you think advised Anakin when he made his decision to leave?” Obi-Wan questioned, brow raised as she paused in surprise. Clearly it hadn’t occurred to her that Obi-Wan and Anakin had been in touch before Anakin wanted to come to Vercopa.

“You…” She trailed off, brown eyes widening in realization.

Standing, pushing the chair he had been occupying back, Obi-Wan peered down at her as she stared speechlessly back. “Anakin has been my number one priority since the invasion of Naboo, and while I many a time have failed him, I no longer carry any loyalty to the Republic and Senate as a whole,” He stated calmly as she fumbled to stand too, her stare turning into a glare. “He is still my number one priority, his happiness matters to me, which is why I never interfered in your relationship before… but you no longer make him happy. So I will give him all the tools I have to aid him in his time of need. He is my brother, in all but blood and I will fight for him.” He said firmly, the two staring at each other.

“You…” Padme breathed out, looking at a loss for words.

Settling his hands into his sleeves, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath while bowing slightly. “I. You can not deny that Anakin had all the rights in the world to leave. If you wish to make everything a media circus and excruciating, that is up to you but Anakin is allowed to leave and is within his right to doubt your ability to take care of children, considering your behavior.” He stepped back.

Padme’s eyes grew watery. “They’re my children too.” She bit out.

Nodding, Obi-Wan stared at her. “Yes, they are,” She looked surprised by his concession. “But you also left them alone, it took you a while to notice they were gone. You may do as you wish Senator Amidala, you and Anakin can find a solution. I hope you can find one that is fine for you both.” Obi-Wan settled on before turning, heading for the door.

He was so tired of Coruscant.

#TheSnailsAreFree- Ani is finally able to pursue his former master, but first has to deal with his master’s wounded heart:

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How long it took for the other to calm down, sitting there in the dark with the hitched breaths of Obi-Wan’s sobs echoing and the warm tears wetting Anakin’s neck and tunic, Anakin wasn’t sure but finally the other was quiet, curled into Anakin’s chest as he breathed slowly.

Hell, Anakin was almost thought the other was asleep but a little squeeze of his tentacles got him a small, questioning noise as he watched the skycar lines outside, far away from the temple.

So, still awake, just… hiding.

‘Well, he did breakdown crying in my lap. I wouldn’t be so high and mighty either then.’ Anakin mused to himself as he shifted a bit to get more comfortable. “…Master?” He murmured quietly.

That got him a tiny flinch. “…Yes Anakin?” Obi-Wan rasped out.

He sounded tired but that seemed pretty on par with him having spent who knew how long crying against Anakin’s neck.

But if Anakin let him sleep, Obi-Wan would pretend this moment never happened.

That was what he did before except to reassure Anakin he was alright, then he’d go on ignoring what had happened, as if it hadn’t happened.

And that was unacceptable to Anakin.

Shuffling the other a bit, Anakin pushed the other back with his hands while keeping a hold with his tentacles, cupping the others chin so Obi-Wan couldn’t turn away. He was honestly grateful for the night vision he had gained at this point, it allowed him to see Obi-Wan rather clearly as the other stared back at him uncertainly with red rimmed eyes.

Still not quite able to pull back, still not quite gathering himself to create distance between himself and Anakin.

Absently, he noted the little coil of his braid peeking out of Obi-Wan’s closed fist even as he raised his other hand to gently smooth over Obi-Wan’s wet cheeks, watching as he closed all his eyes at the touch.

It made him smile slightly, the automatic reaction.

“…You going to tell me why you were sitting here in the dark?” Anakin finally murmured, keeping his voice low, as if this moment was too precious for loud words.

To break this vulnerability Obi-Wan had shown.

And asking outright why he was crying would never work.

Obi-Wan was generally emotionally stable and always tried to reach out to Anakin, but when it came to the tender spots, the deep hurts, Obi-Wan had always needed time to distance himself from them to talk about them.

Like the death of Qui-Gon or his early padawan years.

Now that had pissed Anakin off, to learn the man he had practically hero worshiped had treated any child, especially Obi-Wan, in such a manner and Anakin had sworn to himself if he was ever someones teacher, he would be better.

Obi-Wan tried looking away but with Anakin’s grip on his chin, that wasn’t doable and Obi-Wan simply ended up shifting a bit instead, the older man huffing as he closed his red rimmed eyes a bit, as if praying for patience or fortitude. “I…” He swallowed, Anakin able to feel it as much as he saw it as he was holding onto the others chin.

“Master?” Anakin prompted, frowning when the other flinched.

“…I’m not though, not anymore.” He finally whispered, opening his eyes to give Anakin a defeated look.

Blinking, Anakin stared speechlessly at the other, the coils of his tentacles tightening in surprise. “Wha-”

“Oh, that came out wrong,” Obi-Wan rubbed at his middle eye with the palm of his hand. “I… you’re a knight now, a fresh knight. When I was your master, I knew I’d see you. I knew where you were but… you’ll leave now. You’re a knight. Our missions won’t be combined, not anymore. I just…” Obi-Wan’s lips quivered.

This was not how Anakin had anticipated things going, he had anticipated confessing, wrapping the other into his arms and kissing him… well maybe not, Obi-Wan was sure to have some injections that Anakin would persist in overcoming of course.

But with Obi-Wan’s reaction… it was clear he wasn’t ready for that.

No, what Obi-Wan needed was reassurance that Anakin wasn’t simply going to disappear from his life.

Cupping the others face, Anakin smiled at him. “You dolt,” He stated easily, laughing when Obi-Wan eyes went wide in shock. “You will always be my master. I will be sent on a few solo missions, that is the nature of Jedi, but if you think you’re getting rid of me and the headaches I bring that easily, you’re even sillier than I thought.” He grinned at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan started him.

Faux relaxing, leaning back against the couch, Anakin raised his brows at Obi-Wan. “And honestly, you’re the only one I can nag for thin flatcakes with candied pallums in and I can’t very well give up that.” He drawled.

Obi-Wan blinked before letting out a small huffing laugh that turned into a belly laugh after a few moments, the other dropping against him as Anakin squeezed his arms around Obi-Wan, smiling slightly into the others hair.

No, Obi-Wan wasn’t ready for a confession just yet.

But… soon.

And until then, Anakin would sate himself with hugs.

#escapismstitched: is Ani able to get Obi back into his own head?

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He’s warm.

That is the thing Obi-Wan notices first as he slowly comes to.

Another thing he notices is that he is wrapped up in softness.

Two things he has not been in what felt like years but he knew couldn’t be more than months.

He doesn’t want to wake up fully, he worries what he will experience, this might be a trick as he knows he disengaged from his own body to escape from the torture.

But the comfort and softness brings him out steadily along with a gentle hand running through his hair and despite how careful it is, Obi-Wan wants to tremble for it.

It might be a trick.

What if all this is a trick and he will wake up only to be thrown back into his cold, dark cell with no nois-there’s a mechanical arm over his stomach.

There’s a flesh hand in his hair and a mech arm over his stomach.

Anakin.

The sensation makes him open his eyes with a small sob, the hand pausing as Obi-Wan’s eyes adjust to the light of the room, so overwhelming after the dark. “Obi-Wan?” He whispered, Obi-Wan’s warm mattress shifting behind him.

No, not mattress, Anakin.

Its Anakin, sitting in a medbed with Obi-Wan reclined against his chest, touching him tenderly. And Obi-Wan is in a medbay of a ship with Anakin and Anakin has wrapped him in their duvet from Obi-Wan’s ship room, the duvet cover familiar to him.

Instead of the sterile smell of a medbay, everything smells softer, gentler somehow thanks to that with the soothing smells of Anakin’s preferred soaps due to the closeness.

The hand is moving to his chin, gently turning his head so Anakin can see him, blue eyes widening before softening as Obi-Wan continued crying almost silently. “You’re awake.” He breathed out, pulling the other carefully closer to his body.

It ached.

But it was a good ache, Obi-Wan struggling to turn around only to let out a low noise as Anakin helped him until Obi-Wan could bury himself in the blond’s chest.

His nose was smushing against the others soft sleep tunic, recognizing the sight instantly as he nuzzled almost desperately at the softness as he continued crying, Anakin’s arms wrapped around him as the man rocked him.

It was Anakin, warm and safe Anakin.

And with Anakin there was the troopers, this medbay would have either Kix or Helix.

Protective and fierce.

Anakin’s flesh hand was warm on his nape, stroking slowly and his mech hand was rubbing his back, the sensation cooler through his thin shift, indicating that Anakin wasn’t wearing his glove.

It felt good.

It felt real.

That was the important part, everything he could feel.

Anakin’s warmth generating between him, the softness of the duvet and their clothes, the slightly harder sensations of Anakin’s body and yet not uncomfortable, the gender touches steadily over his body and while there were aches, they were numbed down, an indication of painkillers in his system that also made things feel oddly real.

He was home.

“A-Aches.” He rasped out, his mouth twinging oddly when he spoke.

“Yeah, Helix and Kix did what they could,” Anakin whispered, rubbing slowly and gently. “But you need a trip in bacta for sure. Your hands are a mess Obi-Wan.” He hugged him gingerly.

“But… home.” Obi-Wan sniffled hard, shaking.

There was a pause, it felt like it was a long one but it that might only be a feeling as Anakin’s hug tightened on him. “Yes. You’re going home. Home with me. Home to the temple,” He agreed quietly, pressing his forehead to Obi-Wan’s. “Home.”

The gardens, their quarter, Ahsoka and her homework, Yoda with a cup of tea, Bant visiting by with scones, Cody and his quiet scolding when Obi-Wan pushed himself too far…

Anakin and his warm hugs.

Anakin that was holding him, whispering quietly in comfort.

‘Anakin… I’m already home… home is where you are…’ Obi-Wan couldn’t get that out though even as he clung to the other, absently noticing Helix carefully moving about, pulling the duvet up around Obi-Wan’s shoulders with a soft welcome back.