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#SnowWhitePurity- Anakin cannot wait to be knighted, just not for the reasons Palpatine believes.

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Staring dreamily into the air with a half-grin on his face as he thought about his most favorite store on the entire planet as rain pounded against the window in front of him, Anakin mentally reviewed what he would get Obi-Wan for his birthday next week.

There was the peach colored satin babydoll nightie with spaghetti straps that had no lace but little sheer panels here and there for decorations, the adorable knee length blue silk robe to lounge around the quarters with flowers embroider all over, oh or the two piece bralette and shorts with a tiny bit of soft lace.

He thought that was also cotton, it was so soft to touch but he couldn’t be sure until he asked the clerk at the store, potentially Haran or Marcell, he had become pretty familiar with most of the staff

Force, he couldn’t wait until he was knighted to finally ki- “My boy?” The probing words broke through his words, Anakin snapping out of his day dreaming to smile sheepishly at the Chancellor.

The man was peering over his cup at the Jedi, one brow raised. If Anakin had been paying proper attention, he would have noted that the man’s other hand was fisted on the desk. “Apologies Chancellor, I was thinking about something.” Anakin stated, lifting the cup hurriedly to take a sip of the tea.

He barely managed to contain his grimace at the taste.

Tea was grass water and not even Obi-Wan could get him to like it without copious amount of honey in it.

But he couldn’t insult the Chancellor since this was imported tea from Naboo, very pricey.

And very kind of the man to share.

“May I ask about what?” Palpatine smiled kindly, leaning back in his leather chair.

If Anakin was being honest, he was a bit envious, that chair looked like it hugged a body in all the right ways and supported a human body, clearly made for the Chancellor.

When Anakin didn’t answer for a moment, flushing a bit, Palpatine chuckled. “I assure you, I wouldn’t repeat anything you share with me my dear boy, humor an old man that likes to see you flourish.” He smiled kindly at Anakin.

Rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, Anakin smiled wryly. “Well, I was just thinking about how close I am to be knighted really.” There, a white lie.

There was no way he would tell the Chancellor about Obi-Wan’s predilections.

Not that there was anything wrong with them but it felt sacred, intimate.

Something only between Anakin and Obi-Wan.

And honestly, if Anakin was honest, he was a bit possessive over who got to see Obi-Wan in his silky things, he adored that Obi-Wan felt comfortable enough to walk around their quarters in his nightwear.

Palpatine brightened at that, smiling more widely. “Ah yes, you are going through your trials yes? Your master finally saw your potential I see.” He warmly stated.

About to concur, Anakin paused at the latter part of the others sentence with a small frown. “I… sure, yeah.” He sipped his tea, lips pulling a bit taunt at the bitterness as he glanced away to study one of the paintings in the office, one he had seen a thousand times before.

He therefore missed Palpatine’s eyes narrowing thoughtfully at his response and by the time he looked back, Palpatine was smiling again. “I didn’t mean it as a slight to Master Kenobi, I just find your potential to become a knight rather obvious Anakin.” He murmured gently.

Smiling a bit at that, tilting his chin up confidently, Anakin settled his now empty cup on the table beside him. “Thank you Chancellor, that is kind of you to say. But Master Obi-Wan sees my potential too, he just knows that the trials can be long and arduous and wanted to make sure I’d manage, that’s all.” Anakin laughed, missing the frustration building in the others eyes.

Things were not going according to the old Sith’s plans and he did not know why.

Sweet honey: a lot of things are going to down and everyone is happy! How does Padma handle finding out that Anakin is bonded to someone else? How would she react? Is she happy for him or does this possibly change something for her? P.S. love your writings they are all amazing!!

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Trying not to show how twitchy he was, Anakin shifted closer to Rex as they followed Obi-Wan and Jango through the Senate, the redhead more familiar despite Anakin having visited often.

But Anakin had always gone straight to the Chancellor, that was the path he was familiar with.

Obi-Wan was now officially a Senate liaison, having been taken off active duty due to his pregnancy and because of that, he would now be showing up in the Rotunda more often than not. Thankfully, today he was only here to observe the Senate meeting.

Jango, in full armor, was going with him because he was a protective bastard and as his mate, had full right to follow Obi-Wan anywhere in the Senate.

He acted very much like a bodyguard, scowling at everyone that looked at Obi-Wan the wrong way or too long, his helmet thumping on his thigh as it hung from his belt, clearly wanting everyone to see his face.

Jango was nothing if not a fastidious mate.  

But so was Rex, who was sensing Anakin’s discomfort at being in the Rotunda.

After the failed heat, the two had cuddled together for a long time before Rex had quietly asked what Anakin wanted to do now that his heat was over.

That of course, had been very simple for Anakin now that his body didn’t hurt at the slightest touch to his most sensitive areas, which oddly enough included his armpits that had kept itching and burning for some odd reason.

He wanted to get bonded.

Rex had balked a bit, eyes wide as he clenched his arms around Anakin, panicked about the pain it would cause.

Bonding with an omega in heat was preferred due to the pain bonding could cause, both from biting through the gland and the bond slotting into place.

But why Rex thought that Anakin would be more sensitive to that than he himself, Anakin had no idea.

Rex didn’t have those omega prejudices many worlds had from old so it had surprised and honestly offended Anakin.

Until Rex had explained nervously that only a few hours ago, Anakin was crying if Rex so much as brushed against his bonding gland and that the last thing the alpha wanted after seeing that, was to cause more pain and discomfort.

It mollified Anakin, slightly.

And he had managed to talk Rex into it once he assured the other that he wasn’t as sensitive anymore.

It still had hurt like a bugger, something Rex had agreed with after Anakin returned the favor but Force, a mating bond was like nothing Anakin had suspected and yet everything at the same time.

Of course, that also meant that everyone was now able to smell Rex and Anakin on each other and knew they were now mates and coming to the Rotunda meant Senators… Senators like Padme Amidala, who had been staring at him from one of the higher floors for what felt like hours.

Even from a distance he could feel her shock and hurt, though he wasn’t sure why, she was the one that had distanced herself first when it was clear he was an omega.

And he knew that somewhere in this building, the Chancellor lurked, like a snake waiting to strike.

It was strange to think that once, that man had been a friend but once Anakin’s status had come out…

He would never forget the desire in the old man’s eyes and the slimy feeling it gave down his back.

A hand wrapped around his, forcing Anakin’s attention to the here and now as he glanced to his side, Rex peering up at him with a small frown that turned into a smile when Anakin squeezed his hand in return.

It didn’t matter now.

Anakin was bonded, neither Padme or the Chancellor mattered to him anymore, at least not in a mating situation.

Because Anakin was spoken for by a man he knew would always do his best by Anakin.

He hoped he could do his best by Rex too.

Sightless bird is so adorable!! I love Obi, he’s so cute in this! Could we maybe see Obi-Wan in an actual battle with the men being super protective over him? Or an injured Obi and all the men freaking out over him?

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Touching the hot stones, feeling the heat even through his gloves, Obi-Wan swallowed thickly.

He had been right.

He had been smelling smoke and while the droids didn’t smoke… they had set the closest village ablaze.

Around him, he could hear the troopers moving around, trying to find survivors or a hint to what happened to them.

Considering the almost sweetly smell mixed into the smoke that Obi-Wan could smell… he knew what had happened.

He didn’t want to say it though.

Consumed in his own morose and morbid thoughts, he didn’t notice his master coming closer until two large hands dropped onto his shoulder’s startling him badly enough for him to let out a loud squeak that echoed into the ruin he was standing by.

Anakin let out a little hiss but rather thankfully kept his hands in place. “Sorry Obi-Wan, I didn’t mean to scare you,” He apologized quickly, squeezing gently as he pulled Obi-Wan back from the ruins. “But don’t touch that, your gloves might protect you but I know your hands are sensitive to change.” Anakin tacked on seriously, protectiveness oozing of him.

Letting out a soft noise, Obi-Wan nodded as he allowed Anakin to guide him, snapping his cane out to trace the floor, not wishing to trip on anything. “Have they found anyone master?” He questioned softly.

There was a deep sigh from above him, Anakin’s glowing shape becoming more pronounced as Obi-Wan turned some of his focus on the man. “No and I don’t think they will… but you already knew they wouldn’t, didn’t you Obi-Wan?” Anakin questioned in return, keeping one hand on him.

Mutely, Obi-Wan nodded, reaching up with his free hand to hold onto Anakin’s wrist, seeking comfort.

Thankfully, it was the others mech arm, so the heat of Obi-Wan’s glove didn’t do any harm.

“Yeah… I could smell it. When I was in the medbay when I lost my vision, one of Coruscant Guard’s got caught up in a fire,” Obi-Wan swallowed thickly. “When they bought her in, I could smell her flesh, the scent of how it had burned and the aftermath of it… human flesh at least carry a…” He gagged, not wanting to finish his words.

Anakin squeezed his shoulder, making a soft shushing noise.

()()()

Leading his padawan through the ruins of the town the droid army had burned to the ground, Anakin glanced down at his silent padawan as the others cane swung lightly in front to avoid tripping.

Sometimes, Anakin got reminded that his current padawan came with baggage.

Unlike Ahsoka, who had been bright eyed and naive when she arrived, Obi-Wan had come with wide open eyes and the full knowledge of how horrible the war could be, due to a mix of what had happened to him and being friends with Commander Fox.

Anakin had no doubt that Obi-Wan, in his friendship with Fox, had seen and heard things most padawan’s, especially Obi-Wan’s age, shouldn’t know.

Fox wouldn’t have the same protective standards that other adults would have, that wasn’t so say that he wasn’t protective in his own way but Fox was also a clone, he was raised quickly and had vode back on Kamino that were Obi-Wan’s age in looks that were forced to grow quickly and become an adult.

He wouldn’t have the natural boundary that society instilled in adults, even Jedi adults.

Hell, there were things Anakin, coming from a slavery background, had been shocked the other kids and teens around him hadn’t known, even the ones older than him.

Qui-Gon, saddened but gentle, had explained it quietly to him, that the Jedi tried to give the children in their care a proper childhood with all the whistles and bells, that included not worrying about the injustices of the galaxy.

His mother had tried to shield him of course but there were just some things even she couldn’t manage in their harsh life on Tatooine.

And war was not made for the innocent.

Obi-Wan would never be innocent, not since the day he lost his vision, his eyes going blind even as he ironically got them opened to the horror of the galaxy.

Pausing, staring down at his padawan, Anakin grimaced before pulling the other tightly to him and hugging him, feeling Obi-Wan automatically reach out in turn, tactile as always. “I’m here. I’m here Obi-Wan.” He whispered, feeling the other tighten his grip on him.

He couldn’t promise Obi-Wan things would be alright.

Things weren’t alright after all.

But he could promise to be there for his padawan.

To do better by Obi-Wan.

#theSnailsAreFree- Ani gets knighted and Obi gets a big surprise.

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Gently caressing the piece of hair in his hand, Obi-Wan tried not to let his own emotion swallow him up, even as the large eye in the middle of his forehead didn’t seem to care and was continuously dripping a blue tinged fluid.

It could be tears or it could be something else, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure and he didn’t want to know as he sat desolate on his couch, the room dark and an empty beer on his caff table.

Anakin was finally a knight.

It had happened so much faster than Obi-Wan expected. ‘Nineteen… Nineteen and he finished all the trials, nineteen and he’s no longer my padawan,’ He swallowed heavily as he stared at the braided coil in his hand, his mind flashing back to the chamber as Anakin, smiling softly, had pressed the hair into his hand after Obi-Wan cut it. ‘I should be proud, he’s one of the earliest to be knighted ever but…’

All it left Obi-Wan with was a sense of hollowness.

Pride too of course, pride and sadness.

He’d always be proud of Anakin and how far he had come.

He knew that his knighting hadn’t been a unanimous decision, some still feeling that Anakin had more to learn about letting go and controlling himself in the face of attachment but Anakin had completed his trials, all of them, though some with less finesse than others.

Not that Obi-Wan had completed all of his trials, Obi-Wan had been knighted by slaying the first Sith in a century, becoming the famed Sith Slayer of the temple.

A difficult thing when he was also grieving and becoming the master to a frightened former slave that he had to coax, teach and reassure all at the same time.

In the beginning Anakin hadn’t even called him master, Obi-Wan offering him another title to reassure him.

And he had spoken to Anakin’s teachers too, to ensure they understood that Anakin would have difficulties with the title, that it wasn’t a sign of disrespect but that Anakin’s life had left scars.

Thankfully, most had accepted that and those that didn’t…

Well, Obi-Wan had taken on the tutor roles for Anakin or found others to do it if he didn’t have the skill required for a very good reason until Anakin got more comfortable with what master meant in the Jedi Order.

And now all that was over.

‘He’s still my former padawan, still… still part of my lineage, and we’re friends.’ Obi-Wan swallowed, trying to reassure the frisson of anxiety deep in his stomach and mind that told him he’d never see his padawan again.

But it would take a long time.

Anakin was now a knight, he’d move out and no longer be as ever present in Obi-Wan’s life, leaving Obi-Wan behind.

“…Fuck.” Obi-Wan whispered, covering his mouth with his free hand as tears finally welled up in his normal eyes, flowing over as he blinked heavily.

He was so grateful Anakin had decided to go celebrate with the few friends he had managed to make, Dara and Tru at the very least as far as Obi-Wan knew, maybe a few more that he was associated with more than friends.

He didn’t want Anakin to see him like this, moping like the world was coming apa-

The door behind him snapped open, Obi-Wan letting out a muffled gasp as he quickly dried his eyes as best he could, the blasted third eye refusing to stop dripping. “Hey master! I got Dex’s, figured you might not have eaten!” Anakin’s voice boomed out, slightly slurred but not heavily, indicating he hadn’t drunk much.

“S-Sounds great!” Obi-Wan called back, bewildered but happy to hear his padawan.

‘Former padawan.’ His mind ruthlessly reminded as he hoped his voice wasn’t effected by the tears.

Anakin’s Force aura flashed with something, the other going quiet but for the quick shuffling of him getting his boots off and hanging his robe likely and Obi-Wan fiercely tried to still the his own tears, shove his emotions into the Force so he could stop leaking before Anakin came around the couch corner to see him.

No luck, Anakin with the familiar takeout bag from Dex stood there finally, his brows furrowed as Obi-Wan clearly hadn’t managed to keep his voice steady enough to fool the other.

The sight of Obi-Wan’s face had Anakin’s eyes widening, the other dropping the bag on the floor as he dropped to the couch, his tentacles coming up around Obi-Wan, dragging him right into Anakin’s lap so he could wrap his arms around him. “Master!”

The concern was unbearable and the little control Obi-Wan had managed to shore up, broke.

Obi-Wan broke, tears once more coming from all his eyes as Anakin pulled him in tightly and hugged him, rocking him with the smell of smoke and alcohol caught in the others clothes along with Obi-Wan’s hands caught between them, one still holding onto the braid with all its decorations.

Obi-Wan would miss this.

could you maybe write some QuiObi? maybe that abo au where Obi-wan is blind?? or maybe majorstars? you dont have to

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Humming faintly as he tipped his head back, enjoying the warm sunlight streaming in through the window, Obi-Wan wondered how he could get this lucky before deciding that he didn’t care, he was just happy to be in his current situation.

What was his situation?

Well, he was currently sitting lotus style on the meditation mat of Qui-Gon’s quarters with the morning sun streaming in, his son right behind him as he worked with Obi-Wan’s hair.

When the knight had arrived for breakfast as he had been invited to yesterday by Qui-Gon, Anakin had rather shyly requested to braid Obi-Wan’s hair as they waited for the master to finish up making the pancakes they would be having.

Seeing no harm in it, Obi-Wan had readily agreed, not expecting much as he settled down, the smell of pancakes already starting to fill the rooms.

It seemed however that his son must have helped others with long hair in the creche, because he had rather skillfully started brushing out Obi-Wan’s hair first, working the brush carefully to untangle his hair and then part it to make a not too tight braid that hung slightly to the left so it would go over Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

It would come to rest on his collarbone once Anakin tied it off.

The whole treatment was actually making Obi-Wan drowsy once more, not having slept as well as he normally did.

His body going through another hormone cycle unfortunately and he would have to speak with the healers about that once more as the current pills he was on was not helping well to control the flush.

A small click made him open his eyes, letting out a questioning noise as something hit his collarbone, glancing down only to laugh softly at the butterfly clip now resting at the end of the neat braid. “Well then, what’s this Anakin?” He teased, turning his head to look at his son.

Anakin grinned impishly back. “A hairclip,” He chirped before turning a bit shy. “I made it arts and crafts, do you like it?” He questioned with wide eyes, painfully hopeful.

Glancing back down, Obi-Wan reached up to touch the clip, examining it.

It was a metal back, obviously Anakin had made that with Force twisting but the butterfly itself was made out of a soft fabric in a pastel yellow color with black dots painted on. Obi-Wan assumed it had to be a metal skeleton inside so to speak, so it would keep its form.

It was rather well made actually, especially for Anakin’s youth, considering he was only just starting to work with metals in arts.

The butterfly was lovely and Obi-Wan smiled warmly at Anakin, happy that he wouldn’t have to offer his son meaningless platitudes to reassurance but actual, genuine praise. “Its lovely Anakin, you put a lot of thought and work into this, I can tell.” He murmured softly, his smile growing when Anakin’s cheeks grew rosy at the praise.

“Uhu, I noticed you just tied your hair normally, so I wanted to make something for you that looked nice.” He shyly admitted and not for the first time did Obi-Wan wonder if Anakin actually knew, that he had figured him and Qui-Gon out.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask only for Qui-Gon to call out for them, the pancakes done. “Seems its breakfast time.” He chuckled, trying not to feel disappointed as he got up and helped Anakin up after.

“Pancakes!” Anakin chirped, holding onto Obi-Wan’s hand to lead him to the kitchen, eyes sparkling with delight at the stack waiting for them along with bacon and fruit salad, Qui-Gon having gone all out in the little breakfast foods he knew how to make, the little family that pretended they weren’t one sitting down to eat.

I have a few suggestions: An AU where something happens (the troopers start a Space YouTube account; someone airs a TV show about Jedi, or something similar) to make the galaxy realize that Jedi Are People Too 2. An AU where the Jedi Order is secret and regarded as cryptids by the rest of the galaxy 3. Dragons. Maybe Force-sensitives I are secretly dragons, maybe the Force is a dragon, anything with dragons. All set during the Prequel Trilogy, please!

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Okay, lol, first of, the 1. I got two stories that are kinda like that. One is through the lense eye and the other is Jedi are cats.

2 and 3, regardless how much I wanna, I can’t keep starting up new ones and these are for sure multichaptered stories. So um, sorry, can’t ^^;

You remember tinyobi? What if everyone was normal sized until something happened and let some clones turn tiny? Specifically 212th, especially Cody, so obi wan can cuddle and take care of them.

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I mean, I remember it yes, its on the list of abandoned prompts unfortunately.

Though the chapter you hoped for, that already happened. Cody and a few of the 212th got shrunk for a few days due to a ray gun, which Anakin was going to get his hands on for equipment shrinking for Obi-Wan.

Unfortunately, as stated, this line of story I have abandoned, I got a prompt for a new setup though, but with all the stories I got, I am trying to finish up the old stories first, at least a few ones, before I start a new one.

In sweethoney. What happens during Anakin’s heat.

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Shuddering heavily, Anakin let out a small whimper as Rex touched his hip. “Noooo.” He whined, wincing when Rex hands instantly shot off him, feeling guilty but his skin felt too much.

He had thought his heat would be nice, to share it with Rex but it seemed that his heat was not going to be one of the pleasant ones this time.

He was so sensitive that even his own shirt felt uncomfortable rubbing against his chest, his nipples actually hurting at the brush and he didn’t want to talk about his genitalia at all and how his boxers felt to his skin!

Yet at the same time he was horny and it was an awful feeling to be horny, upset and sensitive at the same time and he wanted to throw up a bit too if he was honest and all he really wanted was for Rex to hold him and yet at the same time he knew that if Rex touched him it would make him cry out again.

“Love?” Rex whispered worriedly, voice gruff as the alpha was being effected by the hormones.

And Force, having Rex call him that made him want to melt even as he felt too sensitive for anything. Shivering, Anakin shifted himself away from Rex chest to look up at him, sweating heavily inside the nest he had invited Rex into.

Worried amber meet his, Rex hands hovering as if he wanted to touch but was unsure how to.

Shaking his head, Anakin let out a small whimper. “Its not a good heat. Bad heat. My skin… it feels too much.” He shuddered.

Rex eyes narrowed with realization, his eyes streaking over the other. “Okay, okay love. Tell me what to do, tell me how to touch you that won’t hurt you?” He whispered, tone assertive and yet vaguely pleading.

It almost made Anakin start sobbing, how considerate the alpha, his alpha, was. There were many alphas, subpar as Jango would call them, that wouldn’t care and would just roll an omega onto their stomach and take their pleasure.

Rex, just like Jango, was a good alpha.

And he cared. “Don’t…” Anakin licked his lips, breath hitching a bit his inside spasmed. “Don’t touch my hips, or my bonding gland…and try not to brush my upper chest area or the nipples?” He ventured finally, shivering a bit as Rex hand finally came down to slowly rub through Anakin’s sweat soaked hair.

“Okay. I can do that.” Rex agreed softly and Anakin realized, that while the other still smelled of pheromones and lust, he didn’t smell as strongly of it.

Rex focus had shifted, his body simply reacting to the pheromones Anakin was giving out but his focus was on Anakin’s comfort.

Only Anakin’s comfort.

He felt tears well up in his eyes at that before he whimpered and pressed closer, Rex petting the back of his nape a bit and then moving his hand back up in his hair.

“Can I touch your back, or would that make things worse?” Rex whispered, never once assuming he knew better or trying to control Anakin.

“Just… try not to go too low.” Anakin swallowed, feeling miserable as he had wanted a nice heat with Rex.

Bonding with him on the table and all.

But if Rex as much as brushed his bonding gland now, Anakin knew he’d scream.

A warm, steady hand slowly rubbed along his spine, the pressure increasing when Anakin arched into it but stopping at about waists level before going up again, repeating the action slowly and steadily.

Never too low, Rex other hand in his hair, providing comfort as Anakin clung to his alpha as best he can.

He had been sure before he let Rex into the room to share his heat.

Now he knew beyond doubt or question.

Rex was the man he would mate and marry and as long as Rex too wanted it, he’d give the man as many pups in the future as they could handle. Hell, fill the creche for all Anakin cared, he was fertile, he could give as many pups as possible and love them all with Rex.

His mate.