Because I have over a 100 prompts? I was trying to catch a bit up but its hard, especially for the older stuff, but I’m trying but sometimes when I struggle to write I open the anon for new prompts for stuff people don’t feel comfortable sending in with their blog, which is fair.
That’s all this time. So anon sometimes closes and sometimes opens due to the amount.
Yes, they’re beautiful!
Rubbing his face after glancing at the closed door, Qui-Gon slowly turned to look at Yoda, giving his old grandmaster a long stare. “…Your sticky fingers are too long grandmaster.” He finally ventured, forgoing all formality even as the council shifted uncomfortably.
“Know not what you speak of I do.” Yoda sniffed at him, giving him a gimlet eye.
Staring back evenly, Qui-Gon shook his head slowly. “I might have put the ice around Obi-Wan’s heart, but I was not the reason it continued to grow,” He stated gravely, holding the ancient master’s eyes. “And forcing him together with me will only keep the ice there, Obi-Wan has no obligation to forgive me, regardless of what a Jedi’s philosophy is. He still walks in the light, by some miracle, considering the missions he has hinted to being given by both the council and the Chancellor himself.” He continued steadily.
There was a long, painful silence before finally Yoda was the one to look away.
Shaking his head while tucking his hands into his sleeves and grasping his own wrists, Qui-Gon let his thoughts rummage a bit before shaking his head again. “I will accept this mission with Obi-Wan, but hear me grandmaster, what you want from it won’t happen. Obi-Wan has moved far beyond me and maybe, one day, in the far future, he may forgive me, may,” He stressed when Yoda looked back at him. “But if he doesn’t or does is up to him. And even if he does forgive me… he is not required to have a relationship to me beyond the letters that state that I was registered as his master. Obi-Wan has moved far beyond me.” He continued gravely.
The silence of the council chamber had never been so uncomfortable as in that moment, at least not for Qui-Gon.
Not even when it was clear Yan had fallen had it been like this, when all the eyes of the council had been on Qui-Gon, prodding and questioning as now both a padawan and a master had fallen.
He was dismissed minutes later, nothing left for anyone to say but he didn’t take the elevator down just yet, opting to move to the large window of the entrance hall to the council chamber.
After a moment, he stepped out onto the balcony, breathing deeply as the fresh wind far above the buildings and traffic of Coruscant hit him.
This far up, the pollution became none existent, especially as public speeders, cars and ships were prohibited from entering the airspace.
Settling his arms on the balcony rail, Qui-Gon let out a deep sigh as he stared out over the city.
Sometimes, he wondered how everything could come to this.
‘Greed. Isn’t that what it all comes down to in the end?’ He mused, staring at the Rotunda.
He didn’t disagree that the Separatists didn’t have the right to leave, of course they did, considering how the outer rims and mid rims planets were often treated, but the way everything was going now…
It was a detriment and the Senate did not make it any better.
He was very aware that the Senate had made it illegal to meet with any Separatists in an attempt to broker peace as it ‘legitimized’ the CIS.
Bantha shit.
Narrowing his eyes, Qui-Gon took a deep breath through his large nose, hearing the council doors swish open as he continued staring at the Rotunda. ‘There is something rotten on Coruscant, like mold, slowly spreading through the entire planet, reaching even the Jedi temple… and it will not be the Senate and what is rotten that will pay the price of that rot.’ He ignored the quiet noise of his grandmaster coming to a standstill beside him.
“…Thinking you are?” Yoda peered up at him.
“…That price we are paying for the Senate is too high.” Qui-Gon murmured, both falling silent once more. After all, the Jedi were used to paying the price when the Senate and the Senators eyed them up.
If you ever gathered your courage and actually asked the young knight about the situation, Knight Moddy would not be able to tell you when she fell in love with her commander.
Honestly, Ara wouldn’t be able to tell you at all when during the war it had happened because between looking at battle plans she barely understood to looking up to find commander Snow smiling at some of his younger troopers, the realization had struck.
Because seeing Snow happy, seeing him smile properly… it had made her happy in return as she brushed her hair out of the way and fixed her tunic only to freeze with realization to what had happened.
She wanted to look presentable for Snow.
Ara almost ran to Browbeat that moment to get the medic to sedate her, feeling an incoming panic attack coming at the very thought.
She wasn’t good with emotions, she wasn’t good with friends.
She had people she could speak with of course but… Ara wasn’t good with having a wide circle of friends, she wasn’t a good negotiator though she knew how to manipulate a situation and lie.
And she did not consider those good traits.
Her ability to lie without flinching while looking someone in the eye was something she hated.
But considering how her apprenticeship had been, was it a wonder the young Knight had learned to lie?
So yes, if asked about it, Ara Moddy did not know when she had fallen in love with her white haired commander.
She just knew that she genuinely loved him.
And in that laid the issue.
Jedi were allowed to love, just as they were allowed all other emotions, but they could not be ruled by them.
And additionally…
‘I’m broken…’ Ara stared into the iced tea Tyr had been kind enough to make for her. ‘No one wants a broken girlfriend.’ She swirled the lemon in the durasteel mug before taking a big sip, letting the chilled liquid settle.
Ara Moddy was asexual.
She had gone through a period of life where she had tried, honestly tried to be as everyone else, to go to bed with both male and females from different races but…
It never worked.
Oh, she would willing admit she liked an orgasm but…
To actually have a lover, share a bed and do the nitty gritty with another person?
No, she never wanted to repeat that experience ever again thank you very much. And then there was the other things wrong with her, from her physical chronic pains to her depression that would hit her sometimes with the former self harm she had managed to put behind herself, summing up the parts she was broken with.
Sighing deeply, Ara gazed at her commander as Snow scolded captain Nord for something. ‘All I really want from someone, anyone… is to hold me. Pet my hair and rub my back without wanting to fuck me. Is… is that really so bad? Why is it bad that I don’t like sex?’ Ara glanced back down into her cup.
According to the holonet, there were others like her out there, its why she had the term asexual but there were equally as many saying that humans like her were broken. So what was the truth?
‘I don’t know. I just wish…’ Swallowing thickly, Ara rubbed the hoop of her left ear nervously, hand clenched on her cup as her back and knee flared with protesting pain. ‘I wish someone accepted me for who I am…’
Watching the burning wheel of cheeses roll down past them on the hill, Anakin settled his fists under his chin and then glanced at his master as a naked man ran screaming down the hill after said wheels. “Guess I owe you twenty credits then master.” He mused lightly, unbothered really.
Stroking his beard, a smirk on his lips, Obi-Wan simply hummed, the man sitting cross legged on the grass beside his padawan. “So you do,” Another naked, screaming person ran past them, causing Obi-Wan to pause what he was going to say as they both watched them race past, trying not to trip down the hill.
Blinking, Anakin peered after the person before looking up at Obi-Wan. “I thought you said only guys did this cheese race thing?” He questioned in a puzzled tone.
“Male presenting,” Obi-Wan corrected, patting the other on the head when Anakin’s mouth formed a O of realization. “Indeed, never be too quick to judge.” He chuckled quietly, keeping his hand on the others head.
“Yeah, yeah, you tell me that a lot, stop lecturing me, I’m not a padawan anymore.” Anakin rolled his eyes, watching as two more people ran past.
Digging his fingers through the curls, Obi-Wan smirked. “I would have thought my little trick would have taught you the lesson on that already.” He teased, chuckling when Anakin flushed slightly.
His little heely trick was becoming quite the trick, no one realizing he was just wearing wheels inside his heels, especially since Obi-Wan had started using two pairs of boots so he wouldn’t give himself away on terrain like today.
Muddy grass and swampy terrain was not good for wheels after all.
Fluttering one hand in the air, Anakin huffed. “Point. But hey, you never did tell me why Zarhar does this? I mean, what’s the point of chasing a wheel on fire naked of all things?” Anakin frowned a bit, snorting when Jesse suddenly ran past in the nude, Dogma coming racing after him in full armor, yelling about regulation with Boil and Waxer a few meters behind with quite the obvious camera.
“Well, lets just say, I hope that Jesse doesn’t catch one of the female presenting audience as this is a way of picking out courtier,” Obi-Wan stated dryly, smirking widely when Anakin choked on his own saliva in shock. “Oh yes, this is for the eligible young female presenting to ogle the ‘assets’ so to speak of the ones racing. From looks to speed to bravery, after all, it takes quite a bit to race after a burning cheese wheel and catch it down a hill.’ Obi-Wan chuckled as another cheese wheel, this one with a pack of naked people coming after it ran past them.
“…Jesse has no idea.” Anakin stated, blinking heavily even as he was clearly highly amused.
“Thankfully, it wouldn’t lead to marriage,” Obi-Wan snorted. “But he might be required to go on a date if someone approaches him,” He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I guess in this situation, you would be his papa.” He smirked down at Anakin.
Anakin’s eyes turned wide and he shifted up on his elbows to look down where they could still hear Jesse hooting and Dogma yelling. “…I don’t think I’m ready for a parental role.” He squeaked in horror.
Sniggering, Obi-Wan patted the other on the back. “Oh, its not directly a parent role but you are his superior, so you would assume that role. Meaning you would have to turn down the ones asking for him.” He winked.
Anakin opened his mouth only to close it as both winced, one of the racers finally going flat on his face, falling several meters down with a cry of pain. “Ooof, that looks like a broken bone.” Anakin hissed.
Shaking one hand, Obi-Wan nodded, hissing too. “Indeed, poor man….” He paused, a mischievous look crossing his face. “At least it wasn’t another type of broken ‘bone’.” Obi-Wan playfully jabbed at his former padawan with his elbow.
Snorting, Anakin covered his face, laughing helplessly as he wondered which one of the council’s he’d have to suck up to, to thank for this actually nice mission. “Images Obi-Wan, the images.” He chuckled, ignoring the smugly grinning Jedi master beside him as a man as hairy as a wookie raced by them, roaring as he held a cheese wheel on fire over his head.
“…Impressive.”
Stepping out of the steamed up fresher as the door opened for him, Obi-Wan continued rubbing his hair dry with the towel. He honestly preferred this to a hair blower as it generally tended to leave his hair feeling a weird texture.
And the noise had always made him feel antsy for some reason.
And air drying took too long now that his hair had grown out this muc- “Ack!”
The eep broke through Obi-Wan’s thoughts and he ripped the towel away to blink into the room, finding Anakin shielding his eyes as he sat cross legged on Obi-Wan’s bed. “Anakin?!” Obi-Wan squeaked before hurriedly closing the bathrobe, flushing darkly. ‘Please tell me he didn’t see anything.’ Obi-Wan couldn’t help but anxiously think, cursing the Force shielding of the room for the first time as he hadn’t sensed Anakin enter at all.
He still wasn’t quite healthy, still needed to put on some more weight and honestly, he’d rather not expose himself to his padawan just yet.
It would come eventually on their future missions, it was unavoidable honestly but for Force sake, could Obi-Wan please not just have exposed himself to his ten year old padawan?
“H-Hi Obi-Wan,” Anakin squeaked, hands still over his eyes. “Um, can I look?” He questioned nervously.
Tying the robe instead of just nervously closing it, Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Yes, yes you can. I um, tied the robe,” He quickly picked up the towel he dropped, peering at Anakin. “I-how are you here? And um, how much did you see?” He inquired, flushing darkly as the tanned child peeked between his fingers before lowering his hands.
Flushing equally as hard as Obi-Wan, Anakin shook his head. “Not much, I was looking up, so I mostly just saw your chest and head,” He stated shyly, twisting his hands together in his lap. “And Master Mace said I could visit you, that the council is going to allow unmonitored visitations now.” Despite clearly still being embarrassed, he beamed as he added the second part.
Oh, Obi-Wan could have melted at that.
At both answers honestly.
He was grateful he hadn’t just scarred his young padawan but unmonitored visits!
It was evidence that Obi-Wan was recovering, that the council and healers were allowing him to see Anakin without someone to keep an eye.
He couldn’t help but drop the towel as he moved forward to the bed and dropped to his knees on it, wrapping his arms around Anakin to hug him.
And tactile as he’d always been and thoughtlessly affectionate, Anakin reached back, giggling happily as he wrapped his small arms around Obi-Wan, patting at his back with his small hands when Obi-Wan sniffled. “Its okay master. I’m here. I’m here.” He cheerfully stated.
‘Oh Anakin, what did I do to deserve you?’ Obi-Wan tightened his grip on his young apprentice. ‘I’m so broken and yet here you are, trying to take care of me when I’m the adult… the council should take you away from me but I’m glad they haven’t. I’m glad you’re still my padawan.’ He couldn’t wait until he was better, until he was cleared by the healers.
Until he could properly teach Anakin and see just how much he had grown in the time Obi-Wan had been confined to the healers and in need of care.
Brushing his fingers through the short hair, Obi-Wan let out a shuddering breath and caught Anakin’s now grown braid. ‘Just a little longer Anakin, just wait for me a little longer my nova.’
Glaring into his drink, Fox resisted the urge to smash his fist into someones face. Preferably Skywalker’s face but honestly, anyone would do right now or slam his head onto his own desk.
Though he’d rather not mess up his durasteel desk and send things clattering to the ground, he didn’t like picking things up from the floor when he had so much paperwork to do. Though drinking rotgut in his office wasn’t going to lead to paperwork being done.
But with the emotional state he was in, there was noway there would be any work done.
‘What kind of psycho takes a thirteen year old out in a war zone,’ He growled internally as he stared at the rotgut, one eye twitching. ‘Especially a blin-’ Fox cut that thought off abruptly, a wave of shame passing through him as he let out a shuddering breath.
If Obi-Wan had heard his thought, he would have given him a doe eyed look with his large off colored eyes.
Just because he was blind didn’t make him useless or make him any less of a Jedi than the others.
But Fox… Fox couldn’t help but worry.
After all, he had been there when Obi-Wan had blinded, in the start of the war, the start of Fox own career on Coruscant.
Just a little boy, no older than Fox himself really and yet chubby and wide eyed like the adiik back on Kamino before the accelerated growth made them grow to adults. ‘But some are never really adults, are they?’ Fox questioned bitterly.
But Obi-Wan…
Nausea rose in the back of Fox throat as his memories brought up the sight of a crying redheaded child, screaming as a red saber slashed over his face, the training saber of a fellow initiate from the temple firmly blinding Obi-Wan.
Fox could never forget the almost sweet smell of burning flesh or the feeling of Obi-Wan’s small body in his arms as he carried the boy to the medic, the feeling of his little hand in his as Nico tended to Obi-Wan’s clearly damaged eyes.
Or the smile the boy had for him when he came to visit Fox and Fox alone in the Senate, cane in those small hands that Fox had held.
A hand settled on his shoulder, Fox jerking a bit in surprise to look up at Thorn, the other standing beside Fox at the desk with a small smile as he held up a… “Is that spiced Corellian Whiskey?” He inquired incredulously.
Chuckling, Thorn carefully pushed the glass of rotgut out of the way. “Figured you deserved the good stuff, since Rex sprung the news on you.” He stated, setting down two glasses.
Fox watched as the other poured half a glass for each. “Where did you even…” He didn’t really want to ask, plausible deniability after all.
Thorn shrugged. “General Tholme was by, grouchy as all hells as usual but he said we deserved it for putting up with politicians.” He grinned as Fox snorted quietly at that, a reluctant, amused twitch turning his lips up.
Slowly, Fox picked up the glass, sniffing at the spiced whiskey before sighing and taking a sip.
It burned almost unpleasantly down the throat but the spice settled on his tongue evenly, the taste lingering with a pleasant tingle down his back.
Thorn peered into his glass, blinking a bit before looking at Fox. “…I think he gave us the good shit.” He stated with surprise.
“General Tholme and Gallia are decent.” Fox stated, smirking slightly when Thorn enthusiastically nodded before taking a large sip of drink only to end up choking and coughing a bit due to the heat it brought.
Fox just leaned back in his chair and watched with amusement as Thorn tried not to die from the alcohol.
‘…Give me a call soon Obi-Wan. I’m worried about you kiddo,’ Fox sipped slowly as Thorn sat his ass down on the edge of Fox desk, wheezing faintly even as he stared at his glass with wanting eyes, clearly intent of finishing it off despite giving himself a coughing fit. ‘…Maybe I should get him some water before he dies. More paperwork for me if he does.’ Fox thought dryly.
Stumbling out of the fresher only to freeze when he heard another voice in the quarters, Anakin held his breath for a moment before shaking himself and sneaking towards the kitchenette, peeking in around the wall.
Obi-Wan!
It was Obi-Wan!
His suspicions were right, his bearer had come to visit and was standing with Qui-Gon at the counter, teasing him lightly, gently hip bumping the other man with a joking smile on his lips. Qui-Gon himself gave a low, chuckling laugh, clearly used to the action as he picked up the boiled kettle to pour into the teapot on the counter, sending the younger man a warm look.
And simultaneously catching sight of Anakin, his smile spreading even as Anakin gave a little squeak. “Ah, there you are padawan. We have a guest today.” Qui-Gon stated even as Obi-Wan was turning quickly.
Green eyes were sparkling with subdued excitement and nervousness, Anakin catching sight of it before Obi-Wan covered it up by smiling widely at him. “Well, hello there, you must be Anakin. I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon’s former padawan before you.” He stated warmly, his eyes clearly taking in the sight of Anakin.
This was his parent, this was Obi-Wan and he was smiling at Anakin, standing right in front of him and-and… and Anakin didn’t have to hold back this time.
Moving around the wall, Anakin let out a soft noise and moved forward before his brain could tell him to stop, rushing at Obi-Wan and wrapping his arms around the others waist, pressing his face to Obi-Wan’s stomach.
He could feel what was almost a soft pudge or maybe that was the layers of tunic the other was wearing but regardless, it was warm.
Obi-Wan was warm.
It felt good and Obi-Wan’s hands came up to hug him in return, one hand running through his short shorn hair slowly.
‘…Mom… This is how my mom feels and he’s warm and soft and… and I don’t want to let go ever.’ He shook a bit, fighting to reign in his emotions so he could look up at the other, smiling up at the redhead peering down at him with concern. “Hi. Thank you for the ship.” Anakin whispered, unsure what else to say.
Instantly Obi-Wan’s smile turned wide again, his hand petting through Anakin’s spikes. “You liked it then? I heard from the temple grapevine that you liked ships…” He stated, almost sounding shy to Anakin’s surprise.
But then again, he only knew Obi-Wan from reputation.
The Sith slayer, a diplomat with a silver tongue, someone that was the ideal Jedi.
Or that was what everyone said.
But… Obi-Wan cared for Anakin clearly, Anakin knew that as he pressed into the warmth of the others body, feeling the warm hands petting him.
Another, larger hand, equally warm, rested on Anakin’s back and he peered up to find Qui-Gon looking over Obi-Wan’s shoulder as he reached around his former padawan. “The tea is done steeping.” He announced softly.
Grasping Obi-Wan’s hand, Anakin gave the man an excited smile. “Tell me about your missions?” He questioned hopefully as Qui-Gon set the teapot on the carry tray along with teacups.
And thankfully a large pot of honey.
Obi-Wan laughed softly, following Anakin out to caff table as Qui-Gon carried the tray with tea, Anakin’s chest glowing with warmth and happiness. ‘My parents. These are my parents!’
There was nothing else for it than to sit and smile sheepishly up at the scowling medic as Helix took set in the needle for the blood sample in his inner elbow. “If I hadn’t promised General Skywalker not to be too upset, I’d be tying you to the bed right about now sir.” The medic huffed, not bothering to lower his voice as he undid the band around Obi-Wan’s arm for the blood flow to return.
They both, Obi-Wan flushing darkly, ignored the sounds of sniggering from the doorway.
They both knew that Anakin and Cody were listening at the door and Helix didn’t seem to be in a mood to show them away as he ran tests on the slightly hungover Obi-Wan.
“I am really sorry you know,” Obi-Wan murmured, resting his hands in his lap. “Being Stewjoni I learned early not to advertise it due to how… sought out my kind of human is and its a habit I haven’t managed to shake.” Helix paused a bit, eyeing him before sighing deeply.
“I’m well aware of that sir, I would have preferred to be in the know. I could have accidentally given you an overdose or given you the wrong kind of medication, putting you in cardiac arrest.” He stated quietly as he inserted yet another blood vial tube.
Anakin popped his head in the doorway, frowning at them. “Wait, what do you mean well sought?” He cried out only to flinch when Helix levered a finger at him.
“Stay quiet while I do my examination, you may interrogate the General after I finish General Skywalker,” The medic stated sternly, glaring when Cody popped his head around the door frame, silently telling his commanding brother off.
The fact that Anakin didn’t seem to know did seem to appease the medic however, though how Anakin had missed out on it, Obi-Wan had no idea as he eyed his former padawan confusedly.
“Well, that should do, I should be able to get something from this from just the basic medical terminal, the rest will have to wait until we’re back on the Negotiator.” Helix stated, getting the bacta patch ready as he pulled out the needle and quickly set it on, Obi-Wan chuckling quietly when Helix gave him a purple colored lollipop to suck on. “Sit and enjoy that, I took a bit of blood and I want to keep an eye on you.” Helix warned.
Well, for now he had to deal with Helix honestly, as the medic moved to analyze Obi-Wan’s blood.
“Least you all got a laugh out of watching me?” Obi-Wan mused.
Helix levered an unimpressed look at him and turned back to his terminal, Kix coming over to peer over his fellow medics shoulder.
Okay, not the right thing to say but at least now Cody and Anakin were allowed in, the two coming over as Obi-Wan smiled easily at them, sticking the sucker in his mouth.
“You’re going to explain the whole, sought after thing master.” Anakin stated sternly.
Frowning slightly, Obi-Wan sucked slowly before pulling it out. “Anakin, I never hid it. I thought you already knew?” He questioned confusedly.
Anakin got a blank look.
Thankfully, Cody stepped in though Obi-Wan wasn’t so sure he was happy for the question. “Well, I as sure do not know sir.”
Sticking the lolly back in, Obi-Wan mumbled lightly as he considered the question. Then he just let out a deep sigh. “Stewjoni are on the level of twi’lek when it comes to slavery. But since its easier for us to hide than it is for twi’lek’s, stewjoni are harder to get their hands on, therefore more worth if you can prove someone is it when you sell them.” He stated quietly.
Anakin got a funny look on his face, twitching a bit while Cody stared at him. “…Like how you react to medication?” The Commander questioned slowly.
Obi-Wan just shrugged and turned his head, watching Helix and Kix.
Hah, I’m not sure this was meant for me ^^; I did draw Obi-Wan a LONG time ago but no one really cared for it.
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