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#lightthroughthe cracks- Obi gets cuddles from his padawan. Sidious tries to get in contact with Ani.

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Settled against one of the many trees of the halls garden, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath of relief, enjoying the air and the sight of the lazy river.

The clear signs of his health improving was a joy, the fact that he could visit the gardens, even just the healer attached one, without someone escorting him meaning that soon, soon he would be able to leave the halls.

It wouldn’t take long now, as long as Obi-Wan didn’t experience yet another set-back.

And being in the gardens meant another place for him and Anakin to meet up, the redhead perking up as he heard the telltale sounds of feet on grass rushing towards him, shifting to look to the entrance as Anakin came barreling towards him. “Padawan!” He beamed, not bothering to get up and instead simply opening his arms to the boy.

Anakin threw himself at Obi-Wan, squeaking happily when Obi-Wan caught him without toppling over. “Obi!” He beamed, hugging tightly before sitting back on the man’s lap only to grimace when Obi-Wan’s smile instantly dropped at the sight of his face.

“What happened?” Obi-Wan hissed, cupping Anakin’s chin to tilt his face to the left, staring at the bacta patch covering his jaw and some of his neck on the right side. “Anakin?” Obi-Wan’s alarmed voice was low but insistent, worried.

Grimacing again, Anakin reached up and took his master’s hands, Obi-Wan letting out a startled noise when he took in that Anakin’s fingers were bandaged too, blue eyes wide as he stared at the small hands holding his. “So um, please don’t be upset?” He pleaded softly.

Cupping Anakin’s hands with both of his, Obi-Wan resisted the urge to squeeze them in reassurance, unsure if it would hurt the bandaged hands or not. “I would never be upset with you for being hurt.” He stated seriously, the bubbling of the lazy river and the sounds of the insects no longer calming him as it had moments before.

Anakin grimaced once more, clearly not happy with that answer but realizing he wouldn’t get anymore out of his master. “So um, Chancellor Palpatine invited me to the Rotunda, to meet with him-” He stated, only to be interrupted.

“Again?” Obi-Wan questioned, aghast. “Why? I thought you didn’t want to visit him anymore? That he didn’t ask you to visit?” Obi-Wan questioned in bewilderment.

After Obi-Wan had been confined to the halls, the Jedi council had realized the amount of meetings the Chancellor had been requesting and had managed to interfere. Meeting the boy once or twice without a chaperon when the man had levered his power to do so was something the council hadn’t managed to stop.

But after the sixth meeting since Obi-Wan was confined, totaling a number of twenty visits in total, well… it was becoming troublesome and Mace had approached a few of the Senators that were sympathetic to Jedi or at least wanted to protect children.

Meeting with a child without a chaperon looked bad for a man of Palpatine’s powers and Bail Organa had spearheaded the bill that would forbid people holding offices to meet with Jedi minors without a chaperon or an extremely good cause.

Since then, Palpatine had become… sneakier in his attempt to meet Anakin.

“Well, that’s just it, he didn’t just invite me,” Anakin shrugged, nibbling on his bottom lip, only stopping when Obi-Wan reached up and tugged his lip away with his thumb, giving him a scolding look since Anakin had a tendency to make his lip bleed with his nervous tick. “He invited my entire class, for a tour of the Rotunda and so on.”

Blinking slowly, Obi-Wan’s jaw dropped as he stared at Anakin, clearly hoping for the other to go ‘joking!’

But no such luck.

Letting out a strangled noise, Obi-Wan took a deep breath, closing his eyes to calm himself down. “…So your entire class was in the Rotunda… with an adult?” He opened one eye to peek at Anakin, relaxing slightly when the other nodded.

“Master Nu, apparently she is familiar with the Rotunda and keeps up to date with all the Senators and their aids?” Anakin clarified, bemused by someone wanting to keep up with all that boring information, not realizing that Jocasta didn’t do it for fun but for record keeping and ensuring they knew who they’d have to deal with in the Senate.

Nodding simply, Obi-Wan stared at his padawan, flickering his eyes to the bacta patches and bandages before looking the other in the eyes again, silently demanding answers.

Slumping a bit, realizing he wouldn’t be able to distract Obi-Wan, Anakin quietly told him what happened, every sentence causing Obi-Wan’s eyes to burn brighter and brighter before he dragged Anakin into his chest. “You are never seeing him alone again.” Obi-Wan hissed, protectiveness and actual rage washing over Anakin from his master.

And yet he never shed away from him, snuggling into the others chest as he knew Obi-Wan would protect him.

Cuddling? Just… some folks like Obi-Wan (with the 212th) or Cody (with other commanders) cuddling and relaxing and getting to take a break for a bit? Or maybe Mace and his lineage, they’re all so overworked and I think they deserve a good cuddle session. Thanks for all of your awesome stories!

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Opening his eyes lazily to peer up at an amused Depa, Mace simply tightened his hold on Caleb as he sunk deeper into the beanbag, just silently staring back at his old padawan.

Caleb, bless his heart, continued sleeping, nuzzling into his grandmaster’s chest as the master of the order tugged the blankets provided by Ponds more around the sleeping boy. The war had been tearing on all of them and Mace had…

Well, he worried.

Caleb was so young and he knew, from dealing with Obi-Wan, how youth and war did not mix properly.

He had seen Obi-Wan Kenobi returning from Melida/Daan.

He had been a knight at the time but he had seen how the boy had come back skittish, gaunt with a light missing in his eyes and even as he physically bounced back, something in the padawan of Qui-Gon Jinn had clearly changed and not for the best.

So yes, sue him, he worried and therefore he was going to have a grand ol’ snuggle time with his padawan’s padawan.

Especially since his worried men, in combination with the 212th, had provided not only blankets but also beanbags for them to rest, settling them under a tree to provide some shade from the suns shining down on them, the air smelling comfortingly of fresh forest with the day being decently warm and the blanket providing the rest they needed.

Actually, speaking of the 212th…

Glancing to his side, Mace found Obi-Wan, just like Caleb, was deeply asleep, curled up in the beanbag as he rested on his commander’s chest, the clone commander rubbing his fingers slowly through the others red hair as he peered at the sky.

“…So, are there more beanbags and blankets?” Depa finally whispered to avoid waking either Obi-Wan or Caleb, glancing around and visibly pouting when she didn’t see any in sight.

Grumbling faintly, Mace glanced around too before catching the lieutenant with the shaved head from 212th eyes.

The man blinked before looking at Depa, beaming brightly in realization before he scuttled off quickly.

Mace raised his hand from Caleb briefly, giving the other the thumb up. “No but in a few moments there will be. Not sure where the troopers got these from but I’m grateful.” He rumbled quietly, dropping his hand back to pet Caleb’s fluffy hair instead of simply resting on him.

It was moments like this he delighted that Depa hadn’t made Caleb get the traditional padawan haircut or that the boy himself hadn’t insisted.

Fluffy hair that was nice to pet, fluffy little padawan.

He was really fond of his grandpadawan he would admit, Caleb was curious and driven and it hurt Mace heart to see the boy in war.

But there was nothing he could do about that instead of trudging on wards, trying to end the war with the Senate breathing down their necks and Jedi dying in the name of the Senate.

Mace had to send that bitter feeling into the air as the lieutenant from the 212th came over with the beanbags and blankets for Depa.

He felt more and more that they were fighting less for justice and the Republic and more for the karking politicians.

It was why he treasured moments like this, cuddling Caleb with his fellow Jedi resting around him, Obi-Wan’s fuzzy sleep aura warm and Depa settling down with them with her own calm easing his heart.

Priceless moments.

Show white purity. There is no way Anakin won’t wake up with morning wood, possibly with it pressed up against Obi-Wan because of their cuddling.

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He was so warm.

So warm and so comfortable and it was the most beautiful feeling in the world and he would do anything to keep that feeling as he drowsily continued floating in the warmth and dazed comfort of the place between sleep and true awakening.

And something was jabbing him in the back though and slowly but surely, Obi-Wan opened lidded eyes to peer into the dimly lit cabin.

By his own internal clock, he must have been asleep for about seven hours or so, which seemed about right for Obi-Wan on normal days.

Ships had a tendency to mess with it though so he couldn’t be entirely sure.

Shifting a bit, intent on reaching out to check a chrono, Obi-Wan froze as he realized someones arms were around him along with an erection in his back.

Forcing himself to breath, Obi-Wan scanned his memories before melting into the bunk, recalling that it was just Anakin.

Just sweet Anakin.

It was a bit uncomfortable with the morning wood in his back but it wasn’t the first time it had happened, so Obi-Wan settled, carefully reaching to his stomach where one of Anakin’s hands were resting.

‘We were face to face when we fell asleep. I guess we moved around on this narrow two man bunk.’ Obi-Wan mused tiredly, shifting a bit as he felt himself rise in interest to the erection pressed to his back.

That was… less pleasing.

It was a perfectly natural reaction of course, just like Anakin’s ‘morning’ wood but Obi-Wan wasn’t pleased about it since Anakin was asleep and Obi-Wan did not want to hump him again.

‘Just… focus on something else, something nice… like Anakin’s hand.’ His lips twitched into a small smile as he continued to slowly caress the others hand.

It was as large as Obi-Wan’s if they pressed their hands palm to palm but Anakin’s fingers were slightly longer and his palm somewhat slimmer, leaving some space at the sides. And his hand was warm.

Delightfully warm.

Slowly, Obi-Wan laced their fingers together, feeling the calluses from saber wielding in the others hand, alerting him to this being Anakin’s right hand for sure as that was Anakin’s dominant saber hand.

‘…I shouldn’t be his master but I can’t bare the idea letting go of him now, not when we’re so close to him becoming a knight, finishing his trials,’ Obi-Wan self-recrimination cropped up and he winced internally at the thought. ‘I’m a pervert still.’

The hand he was holding suddenly tightened on him with the other pulling him more tightly against the warm body against him. “You’re not.” A sleep rough voice mumbled out.

Wincing slightly in realization he had let his shields lower during his sleepy haze, Obi-Wan just squeezed the others hand slightly.

“Master…” Anakin voice was becoming low, incensed.

Sighing, Obi-Wan squeezed Anakin’s hand in return. “Peace Anakin… please.” He whispered, voice cracking on the plea.

But it was enough to make the other back down.

But he didn’t let go of Obi-Wan, holding him tightly to his body, the erection quite clearly felt in his back.

But Anakin didn’t seem intent on doing anything so Obi-Wan let it be, even as his own thoughts brought his down.

A warm nose suddenly bumped into the back of his nose. “Sleep master, there’s still time left.” He whispered quietly.

“…Yes, some more sleep sounds good.” Quietly agreeing, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and let the sound of Anakin’s even breath and warm presence wrap around him and sooth him to sleep, the feel of Anakin’s free hand rubbing lightly against his stomach over the silky fabric providing a comfort Obi-Wan wasn’t sure how to explain only that it did.

Secret we carry, how is Obi-Wan doing? is he recovering at all?

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Slowly shifting himself off the bed, Obi-Wan glanced at Helix, the medic smiling gently at him which Obi-Wan could only offer a brittle one in return before he was gingerly stretching his hands over his head.

Carefully and slowly, he worked through four slow katas, a morning greeting, reaching down to his feet and then into warrior pose.

It all hurt but the morning greeting less than the others.

His stomach felt overly sore and his legs trembled.

If it was pain or if it was just the latest few weeks of Obi-Wan being forced to stay in bed weakening him, he wasn’t sure but he needed to get back in shape for sure. If for nothing else than for his own sake.

“What level of pain are you on sir?” Helix questioned carefully, watching him.

Mulling on that as he straightened, sitting down on his bed, Obi-Wan breathed out heavily before shaking his head. “About a six, I can still manage but things are… uncomfortable and I don’t think I could do a full rain walker kata.” He nibbled on his lower lip.

Helix nodded, moving over to a cupboard and rummaging around for a few minutes, returning to Obi-Wan with a patch in hand.

Obi-Wan peered at it then carefully tilted his head, pretending he couldn’t feel the way Helix entire being turned from contemplative to touched and saddened at the same time.

If there was anyone Obi-Wan trusted at this moment, it was Helix.

So he held still as the man carefully put the analgesic patch to his neck. “This should help take the edge of. I’ll assess your pain medication in the meantime, see what kind of dose you need to ensure you go down to a three at least to help your overall condition.” He stated slowly.

A lack of pain meant an improved condition for sure, as Obi-Wan would be able to be active which would help him exercise which in turn would help his body return to normal.

A normal Obi-Wan desperately desired.

Another normalcy was that he was finally done with the medication for the syphilis he had… contracted.

Normalcy would mean leaving the medbay though…

For all the pain and discomfort that lingered in a medbay, Obi-Wan felt reluctant to leave.

Somehow, the medbay had become his comfort.

Maybe it had to do with the way the troopers seemed to have gone from detached professionalism in an attempt to cope themselves to rabid protectiveness.

Maybe it was Helix himself, looking ready to stab even Anakin should he upset Obi-Wan the slightest.

Or maybe it was just the comfort of a bed that you could raise the back of.

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure and honestly, at this point, he wasn’t sure he would figure it out.

What he knew was that he didn’t want to be alone, even for a second and therefore he mutely caught Helix by his wrist as the medic went to dispose of the remains of the patch, the foil and coverings for it, grateful that he no longer needed the IV drip as that would have made his move uncomfortable or potentially painful.

“General?” Helix blinked at him, pausing before willingly going when Obi-Wan pulled, the medic being pulled in front of Jedi.

That done, Obi-Wan leaned his forehead forward until he was resting his head on Helix chestplate, clinging to the warm skin. He was grateful Helix hadn’t been wearing his gloves, apparently the other had realized that Obi-Wan drew comfort from the warm skin to skin touch and the medic would never deny him what little comfort and skinship interaction Obi-Wan could handle.

Helix stared down at him for a few minutes before the foil was discarded on the bed, his other hand coming up to carefully stroke through Obi-Wan’s short strands, his blunt nails catching a few tangles that he efficiently combed through, used to it from his own curly, long hair that was tied up in the bun as usual.

“…Is Anakin or Cody coming back soon?” Obi-Wan whispered, swallowing thickly.

He was safe with Helix but he wanted his former padawan or his commander too.

There had been a time when Anakin’s possessiveness of the people in his life and his inability to let go scared Obi-Wan. Now, in his current condition, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he could handle his own life without him.

And Cody, just as Helix, had promised him safety, a rabid sort of protectiveness in his Force aura.

It should scare him, he should try to sooth them, calm them down like the Jedi master he was suppose to be.

Instead the feeling they gave him made him feel safe.

So he did nothing and instead clung to their hands when they gave them.

“Soon,” Helix whispered comfortingly. “General Skywalker promised he’d be done on the Resolute today and Commander Cody just need to finish his shift.” Helix stated quietly, still rubbing his finger through Obi-Wan’s hair.

‘…Soon.’ Obi-Wan swallowed again, closing his eyes.

Hi Moddy! I remember reading one of your fics, where Obi, Ani, and I think Cody went to do negotiations with like a hive mind community, and Obi-Wan had to connect his mind with theirs, and his sadness and grief and stuff overwhelmed them, letting Anakin know that Obi-Wan has been suffering. What is the fic called? I can’t find it. Have a good weekend!

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Oh geeze, okay, I’m not sure which fic this could be. I won’t say I haven’t written one like it but I can’t remember…

Could anyone help out?

I love your writing and I found you very brave for putting so much of yourself out there for everyone to read and critic. I know I never could do that, one nasty comment and I crumble for days! I admire your determination to move forward through hard time and your fics are the reason I watched the Clone Wars in the first place! So.. thank you so much for that!

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Thank you so much!

I have to admit, I’m not sure how much of myself I’m putting out and how much I manage to shield myself but… well, people have been mostly nice to me.

There have been some occasions that I just… don’t want to talk about but hey, that’s why shutting the anon off exists. People get braver if they can send anon hate after all and don’t stick to it if they have to stick to their guns.

But thank you so much! ❤

What pairing is AniWalker

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That would be my dyslexia kicking in and instead of going RexWalker, I did Ani Walker… I am so sorry, I meant Anakin and Rex… I’ve also seen it listed as RexAni, AniRex but I personally like the Rexwalker.

Now exuse me, I’m gonna edit that to hide my shame

What is your favorite pair for Obi Wan?

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That’s honestly hard to answer, I have a lot of love for QuiObi but it kind of comes down to the mood and the fic in question. My top five pairings I fluctuate between would be QuiObi, Codywan, RexObi, JangObi and Obikin I guess.

Occasionally I go for more rare pair stuff though, like DepaObi or MaceObi haha. Or I read other parings like RexWalker… and the realization of how few female parings I have in star wars is a bit saddening but honestly, the ones they show in canon are… iffy. Which is why I like Depa so much, super competent Depa ^^