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Mythical relics. Does Anakin become more possessive of Obi as he gets older? How does he react to Palpatine saying bad things about Obi?

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Reaching out slowly, Anakin brushed the knight’s hair out of his face, watching Obi-Wan sleep slackened face intently.

The dim light from the open door was the only thing filling the dark bedroom, showing Anakin that the other was once more in the thin sleep tunic he tended to favor late at night and it didn’t escape Anakin’s notice that Obi-Wan had a fuzzy blanket with his duvet, keeping the other warm.

‘He must have used too much Force today during his katas and sparrings,’ Anakin noted to himself as Obi-Wan didn’t even twitch at being touch, his cheek slightly cold to the touch. Becoming bolder at the lack of reaction, Anakin let his fingertips trace down to the other stubbled cheek, lingering on the round brown spot near the corner of his lip. ‘He has so many freckles.’

Each time Obi-Wan went out on a mission to a sunny place, he always returned with new freckles Anakin had noticed, not tanning at all like Anakin did. Even master Mace turned darker when they went to a sunny mission, though not by much but it was enough that Anakin could notice since he spent so much time with his master.

And Depa teased their master all the time about it every time she came over for tea or a meal.

But Obi-Wan was so pale, even now Anakin couldn’t help but marvel at how pale the other was compared to what Anakin was used to when growing up on the dust ball called Tatooine.

The Chancellor had said something about it being because of where Obi-Wan was originally from.

The thought of the old man made Anakin’s nose wrinkle and he pulled his hand back, settling it in his lap as he stared quietly at Obi-Wan. He had told the Chancellor that he would be sleeping at Obi-Wan’s quarters today because his own master had a long night ahead of him due to being on the council.

The Chancellor… had been less than flattering about Obi-Wan.

Anakin didn’t like it, he had always been clingy of Obi-Wan and to hear someone talk negatively of him… it wasn’t wizard at all.

It prevented him from sleeping, which was why he was sitting on Obi-Wan’s bedside.

If Anakin was honest, he might have done this anyhow, even if the Chancellor hadn’t unsettled him.

He liked watching Obi-Wan sleep, as creepy as that might sound to some, to see him soft and content.

And he was content, his sleep was good and deep and if he was having dreams as Anakin suspected from the rapid eye movement under his eyelids, they were good dreams and that soothed some of Anakin’s disquiet.

When Anakin first joined the temple, he hadn’t thought much about the Chancellor speaking with him, outside of being flattered that such a powerful man was interested in him. It was of course due to helping Naboo but still!

It had been so wizard and Anakin was only ten and had missed a lot of context in the Chancellor’s words.

He wasn’t ten anymore, he was fourteen and he understood more, his mind had become more mature along with learning to control his powers and maturing to understand more complex things.

Oh, the Chancellor wasn’t overt about it, but Anakin had come to realize that the way the Chancellor worded certain things put Obi-Wan either in a slightly negative or outright negative way, as if he was a detriment to Anakin’s future and powers.

Not that the Chancellor knew about the powers Obi-Wan was helping him understand and control.

Low be that they were both different and knew what they were, that didn’t mean instant control, Anakin very well knew that and so did that poor salle that he had unfortunately almost burned to cinders when Obi-Wan was teaching him to control his powers.

Not that either of them had expected lightening to abruptly appear when Anakin was focusing but… well, they learned.

Obi-Wan was very careful when selecting a private sparring salle these days, often opting to the sky ones.

Staring down at Obi-Wan, Anakin reached out again to gently run the back of his knuckles over Obi-Wan’s cheek again. He felt his breath hitch a bit with surprise and something else when the other leaned into his fingertips, Obi-Wan letting out a soft puff of air over chapped lips. ‘Has… has he always been this pretty to look at?’ Flushing darkly, Anakin snatched his hand away, biting his lips as he stared wide eyed at the knight. ‘Did I always think he was pretty?’

Hey mods! Secret we carry is absolutely brilliant. Easily one of my favorite things I’ve wrote. Does Helix suggest Obi see a mind healer? Maybe he makes Cody see one too?

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The nice thing about being in the medbay, despite the sterile smell and the sometimes oppressive feeling of pain in the Force, was the silence that allowed for deep meditation.

And with how honestly rabid Helix was with anyone coming to the medbay for no reason, it left Obi-Wan to proper peace for the first time in what felt like years if he was honest.

But that didn’t mean he could meditate for as long as he wanted.

Surfacing from his meditation as he felt a hand holding his, Obi-Wan opened his eyes to peer at Helix with a curious look, the medic smiling back at him as he sat on Obi-Wan’s bedside in only the lower portion of his armor, showing of the slightly more slender build of the medic compared to the other troopers. “Have to clean your IV and have a little talk General, that’s all.” Helix stated softly, his hair hanging loose down over the short sides of his head and his shoulders.

So far, the medic had been quite content to let Obi-Wan do what he wanted as long as it didn’t impede his healing, often sitting with him and encouraging meal times or just chatting softly with him if Obi-Wan was open to converse.

It filled the loneliness Obi-Wan had been experiencing, that was for certain and he was grateful for the company he had to admit.

He hated this part though, even as he gave over his arm to the medic with a grimace.

Helix just smiled in sympathy, picking up the syringe with saline solution in it and grasping his wrist, carefully connecting the IV and syringe.

Because of fluids, more usually blood that was, an IV could sometimes become blocked.

Fixing this was usually done by flushing saline solution through the IV instead of replacing it unless required as it was a full process.

But the sensation…

It didn’t fail to be uncomfortable and cold to Obi-Wan and this time was no different as Helix slowly flushed through the IV, grimacing in sympathy with Obi-Wan as the Jedi twitched a bit.

It was one of the things Obi-Wan liked about Helix, his emphatic nature, made it easier to go to him if Obi-Wan was honest.

That done, Helix hooked him up to a new IV bag, though Obi-Wan wasn’t certain he still needed it but at the same time he wasn’t about to argue with Helix as he carefully sat up against the headboard since the medic wanted to talk, using his IV free hand for support on the bed until he was settled.

He ignored the twinge of pain his hips and back gave at the weight and instead gave the medic his full attention brows raised.

Helix ignored it, setting aside his equipment first, throwing away the needle for the syringe and the cap from the IV into a bin at the foot of the bed.

But then his focus was on Obi-Wan, amber eyes full of compassion and concern, almost freezing Obi-Wan in place. “I wanted to ask about why you didn’t want to come down to Coruscant or even the temple, a mind healer would be good for you right now.” Helix stated softly, hands resting on his lap.

Fiddling with his blanket, Obi-Wan drew a deep breath.

He should have expected Helix would want to talk about that, especially with how protective the medic had become.

Opening his mouth, Obi-Wan just as quickly closed it, frowning slightly before giving a sigh, raising his eyes to Helix. “You know that Jedi respect all life, choices and cultures, yes?” He asked softly, waiting until Helix gave a confused nod. “Well, just because we do, doesn’t mean we always agree with choices, people are often raised in the cultures of their home planets.” Obi-Wan stated softly.

The words got a confused frown out of Helix, the man’s brows furrowed.

“And because of that, opinions will often vary from Jedi to Jedi,” A look of realization abruptly crossed Helix face. “Because of this, regardless what I choose, I’ll choose wrong in the eyes of someone and I just…” Obi-Wan swallowed thickly, feeling his eyes tear up despite his vaunted control.

Helix grasped his hand again, holding it tightly. “…And you just can’t handle that right now, people with strong opinion that can’t keep their mouth shut,” He whispered, slowly rubbing his thumb over Obi-Wan’s too thin wrist. “I get it General. But I promise that you’re safe here in my medbay.” Helix stated quietly, staring into Obi-Wan’s green eyes before lifting the General’s hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the back of the pale hand in his grasp.

Blinking, Obi-Wan stared at the medic in surprise only for his chapped lips to twitch into a half smile that slowly spread into a genuine, smile as Helix rested his cheek on Obi-Wan’s hand while watching him. “…I feel like I should tell you that I don’t need to be protected.” He whispered.

“But?” Helix whispered back, gently caressing Obi-Wan’s wrist with his fingertips as he kept his cheek on the hand, feeling the cool skin beneath his touch.

“…But is it so wrong that I want someone to look after me too?” Obi-Wan confessed quietly, as if ashamed.

Helix eyes went soft before he leaned out, gently tapping their foreheads together. “No… no its not Obi-Wan.” Helix breathed out sweetly, holding the Jedi’s hand to his chest.

Obi-Wan shuddered, closing his eyes with a soft noise at his name coming from the medic.

Not General, not Serah Kenobi, not even master Jedi… just Obi-Wan.

To Helix, he was just Obi-Wan right now.

Is it you who writes the one obikin au where jangobi were supposed to get together when they were young but jango dipped so obiwan after a couple years dipped from his clan(?) and found anakin who’s apart of jangos clan somewhere else? And when jangobi reunite they’re happy to see each other? also echo and fives were together and echo was hurt by humans or something? If it is you what tag is it under? I can’t find it lmao… if it isn’t then sorry!

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Its not me but maybe someone in the tags can help out?

Edit: Okay so, this might be Mersong people are saying, but htat’s an Obikin, not JangoObi, it might be why I was confused.

Snow white purity: Obi Wan and Anakin get interrupted and Anakin doesn’t get to see Obi Wan in the outfit he bought. Frustration for all

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Sulking to himself, Anakin watched his master with longing eyes.

When Obi-Wan had offered to change into the outfit Anakin had gotten for him, he had frozen. Mostly from the surprise but also want that echoed in his veins and it had taken him a moment to gather his mind as Obi-Wan stood in front of him, biting at his lip, making it swell and redden as he shyly watched Anakin through his bangs.

And then their comms had rang.

Their comms, in the middle of their intimate moment, had rung.

Anakin had known it was over from that moment, Obi-Wan would never ignore their comms.

Chiming like that, together, meant only one thing.

A summons from the Jedi council.

He had been right, they were requested for a mission, or rather, Obi-Wan had been requested for a mission and Anakin, as his padawan, would be tagging along.

Not that Anakin minded that but he had been so close to Obi-Wan, to watching him undress, to see him in one of his pretty outfits…

‘Nothing for it, I’ll get another chance… I hope.’ Anakin thought to himself as he continued sulking.

Obi-Wan meanwhile glided around the nobles, charming one to the other in a display of beauty that never failed to make Anakin’s breath catch. Oh, to others, Obi-Wan was simply conversing with the stupid idiots around but to Anakin…

Well, could you blame him for liking what he saw?

Obi-Wan laughing, smiling?

It was nectar to Anakin, especially with the knowledge of what Obi-Wan was most likely wearing beneath his robe.

They had been dispatched to Verdulla, a small planet in the mid rims that provided materials to Coruscant, one of many planets frankly, it all worked on a very slim balance as Anakin understood. To keep a planet like Coruscant, with its lack of flora and fauna, you would need other planets to cover the needs it had.

Lately however, there had been dissatisfied rumblings on Verdulla.

Which was why the Jedi, at the behest of the Senate, had sent one of their better negotiators.

Honestly, Anakin hadn’t paid too much attention to the mission. He knew what it was all about and it was mostly talk, talk Obi-Wan could handle in his sleep.

He knew exactly how much the Senate was willing to give out in credits and valuables to the Verdulla Emperor and if anything arose, Obi-Wan would have to contact the Senate representative should what he had on hands not be what they were looking for… or not enough.

Honestly, Anakin wasn’t so into these missions.

He learned from them sure, but there were things he wasn’t good at, no Jedi could do all missions.

Obi-Wan was a great master but there were just some things Anakin weren’t suited to, and the inane politics of nobles and Senators were something he could never understand.

And thankfully, Obi-Wan had never blamed him for that.

But that didn’t mean that Anakin couldn’t read a room and he could certainly read his master, the microexpressions that showed he was becoming uncomfortable, speaking with the crown Princess and Prince.

Watching how Obi-Wan was leaning back without being obvious was what made Anakin move from his sulking position against a pillar, swiftly slipping between bodies until he was standing at his master’s side, gently touching his elbow. “Master, its getting late.” He stated softly, glancing at the Prince and Princess to incline his head.

Just enough to be respectful and keep up the act.

“Ah, padawan, of course,” Obi-Wan turned his most charming smile on the two aristocrats, leaning further back from them and into Anakin instead. “Jedi keep strict schedules. Me and my apprentice have meditations before bed, obligations of our order as you must understand.” He excused them, sounding ever so science even as the princess started to pout and the prince tried to object.

Obi-Wan however was as slippery as always and with Anakin’s excuse, they managed to escape the party and what Anakin realized with crushing rage and possessiveness, unwanted advances.

Which was why he kept a tight hold on his master’s elbow, firmly reminding himself that only he knew what Obi-Wan wore beneath his robes, that Obi-Wan was leaning into him.

And that Obi-Wan made no attempt to escape his grasp.

‘My Obi-Wan. Only mine. My inexperianced, beautiful master.’ He growled internally, knowing better than to voice it even as he daringly slipped his arm around the others waist instead of keeping it on Obi-Wan’s elbow.

He got a look for it, half chiding but Obi-Wan didn’t tell him off or withdraw.

Anakin took that as a victory.

Do you ever get upset at the lack of reviews Moddy? I just noticed that outside of a few people, you mostly just get likes and I know how I react to my own stuff as a writer.

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Not… upset.

I just get tired. Creators work a lot on validation, be it good or bad, I in particular enjoy creating when I have validation that someone likes my work and while the like function is lovely, it doesn’t tell me much or how someone likes something.

Comments are… ambrosia from the heavens for creators basically, be they long or short, the fact that someone took the time to write always makes me perk up. Unless its a copy and paste comment that I see on every chapter, that gets a bit ‘oh…thank you.’ because its the same as a like honestly.

Tiredness however leads to a lack of writing, cause the validation route is an unfortunate loop and creators are often hardest on their own work.

So yeah, not upset, just tired and doubtful in my own work.

How did you get into star wars clone wars

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Okay, so, I’ve always liked star wars low key? Have the movies kinda deal the original triology and so on.

Then I was browsing on the tv one day and started watching star wars rebels (yes, that’s where I come in) and from there it was just… easy leap. I’ve always loved Obi-Wan and I slowly migrated to the prequel triology and just… well, my love picked up.

I have a tendency to hyperfocus on stuff I do, but thanks to my blog, I’ve been able to KEEP my focus on said thing and there’s always more stories, always more art, always more readers and always more theories and headcanons and I love that.

Its also helped that people were generous with reviews, especially in the beginning, which made my author soul fly away with me haha.. So yeah, that’s how, I started at one point and evolved from there and at the same time, evolved as an author.

So, Wolfyrubs, it feels like its closing in towards the end, could we have some fluff?

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Lips pressed against his mate shoulder, Anakin slowly shifted until he was spooning his mate, carefully pressing his hand up and under the shirt until he could rest his hand on Obi-Wan’s stomach.

If it wasn’t obvious that the other was deep in thought, Obi-Wan would have thought the were was up to something naughty.

But Anakin was simply resting his hand to Obi-Wan’s stomach, his lips simply pressed to the exposed skin.

He was so comfortable like this too, his mind floating as he was cuddled in with his mate in the warm bed, his mind for once resting on the mundane instead of the war. ‘Really, I should throw this shirt out, the collar is so wide…’ Obi-Wan mused tiredly, staring into the dark of their room with lidded eyes. It wasn’t the first time he had thought it and it wouldn’t be the last.

The shirt collar had always been a bit large, a shirt Obi-Wan had to emergency buy once on a mission that ended up being far too large for him.

But it was comfortable, the fabric soft and the color now a faded blue Obi-Wan found quite fetching.

So he kept it, despite the hole it had at the hem in the front and how wide the collar was becoming after so much use.

And Anakin was quite fond of the shirt too, said it made Obi-Wan look unassuming and soft, made it easy for Anakin to do exactly what he was doing, cuddling him and touching Obi-Wan’s skin.

An intimacy thing Obi-Wan would assume if he was more awake.

Though he woke up a bit more when Anakin spoke, the soft brushes of the others lips sending shivers down Obi-Wan’s spine as Anakin pulled back only enough to be heard. “Do you ever feel like we’re heading towards a resolution?” The werewolf murmured.

“Mmn?” Obi-Wan pressed back into the other, his hand absently coming up to pet Anakin’s over his shirt.

Anakin huffed, the air puffing up Obi-Wan’s neck hairs. “Just… ever since we started going through the surveillance rooms, going through everything and reporting what we’ve been finding, I feel like something is coming, like we’re speeding towards something and yet at the same time I can’t tell if…” He paused, pressing his lips once more to Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

Shuffling a bit, Obi-Wan moved until Anakin reluctantly let go, allowing Obi-Wan to roll onto his side so he could face his mate, the two looking at each other in the dark.

With their mutations, Obi-Wan and Anakin could clearly see each other in the dark, despite the curtains being drawn and the light of Coruscant not being allowed in.

Reaching up, Obi-Wan teased Anakin’s curled hair before moving his hand into the others hair, rubbing at the blonds scalp, knowing how much Anakin enjoyed hair play and petting.

It was enough to allow Anakin to relax, making it easier for Obi-Wan to shuffle their legs around until they one of his was trapped between Anakin’s and the other was lazily thrown over Anakin’s hip.

Comfortable and intimate position for two mates.

Letting out a slow breath, Obi-Wan thought over Anakin’s words before sighing as he continued petting. “I know what you mean. I feel it too Anakin,” He stated softly, watching as his mate focused lidded eyes on him. The pettings were getting to him clearly. “However, I have no more answer than you as to what will happen when things come to a head. I don’t know where we will be or what will happen.” He stated softly.

A soft pitched whine echoed in the room, Anakin eyes narrowing and Obi-Wan could see the urge to howl building.

Considering he didn’t want the neighbors to their quarters to complain again, Obi-Wan spoke before Anakin could start up the howl. “However, I do know one thing,” He stated softly, smiling when Anakin let out a curious noise that belonged more to his canine forms than it did to his human form. “I know that we’ll be together when it does my mate.” He settled on, leaning in to peck Anakin on the nose.

Anakin stared at him, his eyes glistening in the dark and then he huffed. “Sweet talker. That’s what you are, distracting me with unsaid promises.” He grumbled even as he ducked down and tucked his head under Obi-Wan’s chin.

“Mmn, maybe,” Obi-Wan agreed, letting his hand slip under their blankets, tracing Anakin’s spine. “But you know its true, dear mate of mine, sweet one of my heart.” He murmured, chuckling softly when Anakin let out a low, happy whine.

He knew he rarely uttered any nicknames or had an easy time at speaking endearments, it just wasn’t the way he was.

But Obi-Wan knew that the times he did, Anakin adored it.

‘I don’t know what comes… but we’ll be together when it whatever it is does.’ Obi-Wan noted, nuzzling at Anakin’s blond curls. “Love you, dear one.” He whispered into the dark, feeling Anakin grip tightly around his waist, the pulse of the werewolf speeding up even as he remained silent.

Both equally apprehensive of what was on the horizon.