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Could we please see more lordofgrief? How’s Obi-Wan adjusting to his new fallen state?

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Meditating was a bit like trying to hold onto a fish at this point.

A
slippery one.

It was
honestly frustrating and Obi-Wan had to take pauses often to try and
re-center himself. He had managed to meditate while emotional before
but he had always… compartmentalized his grief, to feel it all at
once, all the time was a draining thing and to meditate while trying
not to turn the grief to anger was hard.

He may
be Fallen but Obi-Wan was not going to become like Xanatos, lost and
broken as he had become.

But
every time he thought about Xanatos came also the words he had
shouted so many years ago, the promise that he would not be like the
man.

But
wasn’t he?

In a
manner he had broken his promise to Qui-Gon and that was what made
the meditation so hard.

He
didn’t regret it, not really, Anakin meant more to him than any
promise he had ever made but… the concept of losing what little he
had left of Qui-Gon made him tremble and not just physically but
mentally too.

His
master had been Obi-Wan’s world until Anakin entered it, had been
there in Obi-Wan’s formative years and they had so many experiences
together that not only shaped them but also their apprenticeship.

Both
in making rocky but also one of the most compatible and strongest
apprenticeships and bonds until Anakin and Obi-Wan took that dubious
honor.

And to
a Jedi, it was a dubious honor regardless of what Anakin thought.

While
it showed great compatibility and ability to work together, it also
showed a level of… attachment.

Not
that Qui-Gon had cared all that much, playfully tugging on Obi-Wan’s
braid after one of the councils semi scoldings about the dept of
their bond.

He
missed that old gundark.

And
that was what had left him meditating on the floor of his quarters on
the Negotiator, settled on his knees as he tried, really tried
to meditate and find his center.

His
peace.

It
used to be so easy, meditation had come as easy as breathing for
Obi-Wan before but now it was so hard and he knew why.

His
fallen status was causing him more emotional turmoil than he was
willing to show to everyone, even Anakin.

‘I
won’t Fall! I won’t be him!’ Echoed in his mind every time he
almost managed to settle into the flow of the Force to listen, firmly
throwing him out of his own calm.

Leaving
him kneeling on the floor with his hands on his thighs, staring at
the wall.

Finally
Obi-Wan decided to give up, his almost numb legs telling him he had
been at this for far too long as he cautiously untucked them from
under him and instead stretched them out in front of him, leaning
back until his back was resting against the edge of his bunk.

Slowly
he brought up his knees too and settled his elbows against them so he
could press his face into his hands comfortably, sighing deeply to
himself.

“…I
can’t help but think you’d be so disappointed in me master,”
Obi-Wan whispered, a deep rooted fear announcing itself that he
usually avoided looking too much at. “I promised you. I swore I’d
be better than Xanatos and yet… here I am.” He laughed, tone
broken and slow.

There
was no answer of course.

Qui-Gon
had long since passed into the Force and there was no one here to
tell him how Qui-Gon would really respond to him.

Oh,
people could theorize, those who had properly known Qui-Gon,

But
how the man would actually react was a very different thing.

“Oh,
I don’t know Obi-Wan,” A soft baritone sounded, Obi-Wan’s eyes
widening before he slowly pulled his face from his hands. “I think
you’re doing rather good, all things considered.” A transparent
figure stood in front of him and slowly, holding his breath, Obi-Wan
let his eyes trail up.

The
same boots, same belt, same tunic with the loose V at the top as that
fateful day and Obi-Wan’s breath came out in a choked little
whimper as he meet the ever blue eyes of Qui-Gon Jinn, the man
smiling softly down at him.

Still
craggy featured, still broken nosed with that long mane of a hair
pulled back with a leather cord.

“Hello
Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon chuckled softly, standing with his hands in his
sleeves. “It is good to see you.”

I don’t know if you’re still going with light through the cracks as you’ve only done a single post but I’ve rediscovered it when going back through all your awesome stories and I would love to know what happens next as my subpar imagination isn’t doing it justice. It’s the one when young anakin goes to Depa about obi-was having cracks in his mind and using their bond to keep doing, it ended with Depa dragging anakin off to explain this to others. Please how does everyone react? Does obi get help

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Resisting the urge to shuffle his feet nervously in the artificially
lit room, Obi-Wan blearily peered at the council, hoping his eyes
weren’t bloodshot.

He
suspected that they were but if asked, he’d claim a few bad nights
with visions… hopefully that would be enough for the council.

And it
wouldn’t strictly be a lie, he did have trouble sleeping, despite
gaining some succor from his training bond with Anakin.

Speaking
of Anakin…

The
boy was nowhere to be found and Obi-Wan could feel his worry and
anxiety spiking even as he tried not to react to much to the
evaluating stares of the council at all sides. He could still feel
his padawan of course, but it was slightly muted, as if Anakin was in
range of a blocker.

He
wanted to go find his padawan but first he had to deal with whatever
the council wanted.

And
Force, he hoped that didn’t mean a mission already.

Finally,
Master Depa cleared her throat and sat forward. “Knight Kenobi, are
you aware of why you’ve been summoned?” She questioned, her voice
steady… and gentle.

As if
Obi-Wan was a spooked animal, the kind of voice Qui-Gon had used with
injured animals he wanted to care for.

The
voice sent an unexpected stab through Obi-Wan, his mind aching and
his insides twisting with pain.

But he
didn’t voice that, instead inclining his head. “I’m not certain
masters, as far as I’m aware, I’m not to be sent on any missions
just yet.” Obi-Wan stated, the unvoiced, ‘I have a padawan, I
can’t leave yet.’ lingering obviously in his voice.

The
members of the council exchanged looks and Obi-Wan had to swallow
another spike of nerves.

Was
this about Anakin maybe?

Had
the council decided to change their mind?

Force,
Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he could handle if they took Anakin away from
him.

He
knew it was bad to lean on the bond so much for the support he needed
but the abrupt death of Qui-Gon had not given him any chance to sever
their bond properly.

Instead
what had happened was that their bond had been ripped apart,
not just breaking Obi-Wan’s shields but tearing at his soul and it
was a miracle in itself that Obi-Wan was sane, especially after
touching the dark side only moments after the bond between master and
padawan had started to shred.

Obi-Wan’s
mind was literally inflamed, infected in a manner, and the only balm
so far was Anakin, the boy like cool ice to his mind and Anakin
seemed to understand.

It
gave Obi-Wan bit of relief to try and work on the shredded bond and
to try and cauterize the edges of it so to speak.

“Knight
Kenobi, please lower your shields.” Master Windu suddenly stated.

Unable
to stop himself, Obi-Wan jerked back half a step before gathering
himself, staring at the master of the order in shock before quickly
shaking his head. “Masters, I’m not sure what this is about but
that is an inva-”

“Obi-Wan,”
Yoda’s old voice broke in, green eyes focusing on the old troll as
he stared sadly at him, ears twitching slowly as the cane rested over
his lap. “Know we do, healthy you are not. Your bond, ruined it is.
Strength from your padawan you should not get.” The old troll
croaked.

Feeling
panic climbing up his throat, Obi-Wan opened and closed his mouth
before shaking his head more weakly. “Masters, I’m dealing, I
promise it’s not so bad tha-” Master Plo stood smoothly from his
seat and approached Obi-Wan.

And
for every step the kel dor took, the human backed away until his back
hit the door of the council chamber, his shoulders shaking heavily.

He
realized his actions were unreasonable, that the council didn’t
want to hurt him.

But
his mind was buzzing with how disappointed they would be that he
couldn’t manage to deal with his broken bond. He was a Knight for
Force sake, the Sith Slayer! He should be able to handle such a thin-
a gentle hand cupped his cheek, claw tipped fingers gently stroking
at his temple.

Trembling,
Obi-Wan stared wide eyed at Plo, the other man smiling sadly. “It
is alright young Obi-Wan. You can lower your shields, we won’t let
your pain drown you, nor will we judge you for carrying pain.” He
stated.

Swallowing,
his hands grasping at the smooth, cool door behind him, Obi-Wan
licked at his dry lips. “I- I can’t…” He wheezed.

“You
can,” Plo assured, still stroking at his temple with his thumb. “I
know you can Obi-Wan. A Jedi is not to be attached, but we are not
emotionless and Qui-Gon was your master. You are allowed to grieve
Obi-Wan.” The council master murmured in that soft, even tone, ever
so slightly coaxing.

To his
mortification, Obi-Wan could feel tears building in his already
bloodshot eyes and before he knew it, a harsh hiccup escaped his
throat, his shields crashing down around him as he reached out for
Plo.

He
found himself welcomed, the arms moving to hold Obi-Wan up against
Plo’s chest again. “That’s my boy, there you go Obi-Wan, you’re
doing good my boy. Just let it go.” Plo murmured, Obi-Wan
helplessly crying into the others chest, the scent of dorin gas and
tea mixing on the other man’s robe.

Caught
up in his release, Obi-Wan didn’t even put up a fight as Plo
gently, but firmly inserted a block between him and Anakin, making a
door where there before was a light switch.

“Now
you will heal Obi-Wan Kenobi and the first step of your healing is to
grieve.” Plo stated quietly, holding Obi-Wan up as his knees
buckled under him.

Soooo Kyber tears, are we going to a climax? I feel like the boys are getting closer to discovering who the Sith is or something. Or maybe Palpatine abducting Obi-Wan as he has planned?

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Meditating with his master is honestly one of Anakin’s favorite
activities in the entire galaxy.

The
utter calm of sitting cross legged on the floor, facing each other,
Obi-Wan’s hands resting palm up on his knees for Anakin to settle
his hands into with the soft scent of incense in the air and the
quiet audio of ocean playing in the background.

Obi-Wan
had found that playing background sounds for Anakin as a child helped
him achieve a soothing atmosphere and it had become a tradition for
the master to turn on the audio when they were on Coruscant.

When
they were on forested planets or ocean planets, Anakin enjoyed those
sounds instead with Obi-Wan’s breathing filling in.

They…
hadn’t done that in a long while however, not with the war more
often then not separating them and also Anakin’s own secrets coming
in the way.

Anakin
had been too antsy since the start of the war, since he married
Padme, to meditate with his master.

He had
been too worried about becoming relaxed enough for thoughts to slip
out and Obi-Wan seeing it.

But
with all the hinting lately, Anakin suspected that Obi-Wan knew
anyhow.

Not
that it mattered, he and Padme were clearly over, regardless how much
that hurt to admit because he still loved his angel but sometimes…
love was not enough.

And
after a bit of research, Anakin now knew that their marriage, in the
laws of both Coruscant and Naboo, was invalid.

They
married under fake names, by law that nullified their marriage,
though strictly speaking, the ceremony had been more for them than
for anything else.

Just a
way to promise themselves to each other.

At
least this meant that there were no proof except word against word
should something happen.

And
Anakin felt that he would have Obi-Wan on his side should anything
happen.

‘I’d
still end up in trouble I bet…’ Anakin mused, his mind hazy as he
and Obi-Wan continued meditating, gently twisting around each other
in the Force as their kyber crystals sang brightly in the Force with
them.

A
gentle sort of amusement entered the Force at Anakin’s thought,
Obi-Wan clearly hearing it as Anakin distantly felt Obi-Wan squeeze
his hands and carefully he returned the affectionate squeeze as he
prepared to pull back to the real world.

Only
to pause, his attention drawn.

He
felt Obi-Wan pause too, curiousness entering the Force before he
followed where Anakin’s attention had gone.

Coruscant
was often foggy and dark these last few years, especially since the
start of the clone wars.

But
Anakin had centered in on a black mass that seemed… concentrated.

Finding
what had drawn Anakin’s attention, Obi-Wan aura turned alarmed,
slightly frightened and now Anakin could feel that Obi-Wan was
gripping his hands.

But
neither pulled back, both quietly observing the black mass, watching
dark tendrils of it reach out and than retreat back to the mass. It
was an unnerving sight and both Jedi understood that what they were
watching wasn’t just natural darkness.

It was
a person.

A
Sith.

Finally,
Anakin pulled on Obi-Wan and drew him back into the real world, the
quarters warm with the sweet scent around them as they both blinked
at each other with the sun shining in from the window.

And
yet they both felt cold, Anakin could feel goosebumps rise on his
skin, visible on his flesh arm due to him wearing a sleeveless top
and he could see Obi-Wan swallow thickly, his skin an awful pallid
color.

Neither
spoke for a long minute before Obi-Wan finally breathed out shakily.
“That was the Rotunda.” He whispered quietly, his grip still
tight on his former padawan’s hands.

Nodding
sharply, Anakin licked his lips.

Both
couldn’t help but let their mind fall back to the words of Dooku.

Of the
corruption he had hinted at in the Senate.

“Do
you…” Anakin paused, uncertain what he wanted to ask even as
Obi-Wan’s face turned more and more troubled, his color slowly
returning to his face.

“…We
should inform the council but I worry about the actions they may
take.” Obi-Wan murmured.

Scoffing,
not letting go of Obi-Wan’s hands, Anakin got to his feet and
pulled the older Jedi up, his frown dark. “We don’t exactly have
a lot of evidence.” He scowled.

Force
knew that the council weren’t ones to normally listen to whatever
Anakin said, even in combination with Obi-Wan.

Hell,
they might even scold them for the joined meditation. Anakin knew it
wasn’t common for former padawans to do joined meditation with
their masters like Anakin did, these kind of meditations were
reserved for learners.

Joint
meditation and joining meditation where one was guided were two very
different things.

Obi-Wan
let out an agreeing noise, unaware of where Anakin’s mind had gone
as he glanced to the window instead, looking to the Rotunda. “…Then
maybe we should go gather some evidence?” He glanced up at Anakin,
smiling softly.

A
gentle, sweet smile.

A
smile Anakin wanted to protect.

And
letting Obi-Wan go to the lions den where they now were sure there
was a Sith was the last thing he wanted.

But he
couldn’t stop his master.

So
instead he smiled confidently, cocking his as he hid his insecurities
behind his words. “Kenobi and Skywalker, the Team out on the prowl
on Coruscant, how could I say no master?” He teased, even as a
sick, nauseating sensation set off in his stomach.

Obi-Wan
only let out a laugh, unaware as he finally let go of Anakin’s mech
hand only to reach up and swipe his knuckles affectionately over
Anakin’s sun tanned cheek. “What would I do without you padawan.”
He teased, playful, eyes crinkling with his smile.

“You’re
never going to find out master.” Anakin chuckled, his heart
swelling at the words.

No,
Obi-Wan would never find out what the galaxy would be like without
Anakin.

Because
Anakin would always go to his master’s side.

Always.

Anakin should get Obi-Wan a gift in snowwhitepurity, you know he wants to. Just something sweet and silky that he can convince Obi-Wan to meander around in their quarters and assure Obi-Wan that Anakin is totally okay with him liking stuff like that hahaha.

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The name ‘Higher Rank’ was a very misleading name for a lingerie,
or maybe not, Anakin wasn’t really sure but for some reason he kept
expecting a lingerie shop to have like… a saucy name or even a pun?

But
Higher Rank was a very nice shop, clean, organized with different
mannequins from humanoid to other shapes and the pictures of the
walls were of male models from different races, human, twi’lek,
zabrak, rodian, mon calamari… the list went on, with the only thing
being consistent being the male shaped bodies.

The
zabrak at the counter had explained, once Anakin worked up the
courage to approach, that the shop catered to those who had male
shaped body, regardless of their identified gender.

And he
could understand that.

Being
born with a male body didn’t change the shape once you figured out
you were really a female, so it made sense they would need a bit more
specialty compared to the common stores.

Though
Higher Rank also catered to those who simply wanted to wear pretty
things.

‘Like
Obi-Wan.’ Anakin’s mind gleefully spoke up, causing him to pause
before shaking himself and continue browsing through the catalog
Uzra-Ra had given him once he had told the other man what he was
doing at the store.

Apparently,
first time visitors were encouraged to walk around and look at the
mannequins and what was hung up but since Anakin was looking for a
gift, he had gotten the catalog pad to look at, to give him a wider
option.

And
there were options, so many of them.

Tank
tops, cute babydoll dresses, chemise, bralettes in different styles
and fabrics, basques, teddys, bodices, camisoles, thongs, lacy little
boyshorts, panties for men and the list just went on and on and on,
so many variations and options with different fabrics and colors and
trimmings.

For
some reason Anakin kept being drawn to the sheer, button up
nightshirt that also reminded Anakin of a babydoll.

A
darker, navy blue one drew his eyes, it would be about knee length on
Obi-Wan, the actual shirt was a sheer Alderaani chiffon with the hem
and sleeves in a darker, more solid blue fabric.

It
would look lovely on Obi-Wan, go well with his eyes and his hair.

Not to
mention the pale skin.

‘I
could add a bralette to go under along with boyshorts… there’s
some really cute ones in here with lace trimmings.’ Anakin mused to
himself, switching between the babydoll button up and going to the
section with the underwear.

The
issue was, he wasn’t sure if Obi-Wan would wear a bralette.

He
knew the other liked to look pretty, considering what he found, but
would he like to wear a silky little bralette with straps and cute
lacing?

The
boyshorts he was pretty sure Obi-Wan would wear but it was the
bralette he kept second guessing.

In the
end, he decided to get both the bralette and the boyshorts too, both
in pale blue so not to stick out too much from the babydoll and the
boyshorts amused Anakin a bit because in the back, right at the top
of the line, there was a cute, white ribbon.

Uzra-Ra
carefully packed the outfit in silk paper and tucked it into the store bag, giving Anakin a little
grin as handed over the discreet black bag the store had. “I hope
your lover likes the outfit.” He chirped happily and Anakin colored
sharply but ended up nodding to the cashier and then fleeing the
store.

He
hoped Obi-Wan would like it too after all and it wasn’t like he was
about to air up all the uncertainties of their relationship right now
to a stranger, even though he didn’t deny the title of lover.

Because
Obi-Wan was going to be his, eventually. Anakin was nothing if not
determined and he… well he wanted to be good to his master.

Wanted
to show him appreciation and pleasure.

But
more than that, he wanted Obi-Wan to curl into Anakin’s side and
cuddle without looking like he was about to flee or doing something
wrong.

And
hopefully he could start towards that path with a little gift to show
Obi-Wan that Anakin was more than happy to indulge him.

What happens next in AWOLJedi? Are Anakin and Ahsoka getting up to shenanigans? Are Obi-Wan and Cody still being cuties? Will Rex ever recover from his Very Traumatic Bacta-Tank Experience?? (pffft)

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Bending over their game more as they avoided looking at each other to
avoid triggering another laughing fit, Cody and Obi-Wan did their
best to ignore the soft hiss from the bed beside them.

They
had already laughed enough at Rex, the poor man, and laughing at him
while the man was moving the ice bag over his groin to chill down
what was sure to be some swollen… ahem… globes, was not the
kindest thing.

And
Cody and Obi-Wan were kind people.

Most
of the time…

“Oh
for kark sake, just get it out of your karking systems already.”
The captain groused, watching the two play chess since he had been
settled down on the bed by the medics.

“I
have no idea what you mean Rex.” Obi-Wan stated airily, moving his
bishop as he drew on all his skills as a negotiator to avoid
cracking.

Cody
managed a little less, a small snort escaping out his nose that was
disguised with a cough. “Like the General said, no idea what you
mean vod.” Cody stated, moving his pawn to block Obi-Wan’s knight
from taking the queen.

Troublesome.

A deep
sigh echoed from their left. “…The sooner you two get it out of
your systems, the sooner you guys can actually look at me so
we can play poker together, ya di’kut.” Rex stated, a tad dryly
but also clearly bored.

Laying
in bed was not one of the vode strong suit, it never had been and
while some could be more patient than others, it included being able
to do mental exercises or bedbound activities.

And
Rex, having spent ten minutes tending to his swollen nuts, had
clearly exceeded his own limits on said activity range, being stuck
in the sterile medical tent clearly getting to him.

Neither
Cody nor Obi-Wan said anything, only glanced at each other and
quickly glanced away again, both of them clearly on the verge of
laughing and flushing slightly from keeping it in.

Another
deep sigh sounded from their left. “Alright, fine, you asked for
it,” Rex growled out before clearing his throat. “Why do
vegetarians give good head?” Both Cody and Obi-Wan’s head snapped
up in shock, looking to Rex with wide eyes. “Because they’re used
to eating nuts.” The captain stated dryly.

Two
heartbeats went by and then Cody let out a small snort, covering up
his mouth with one hand as Obi-Wan lips twitched and he started to
shake almost violently.

Rex
just gained a look of utter superiority, smirking at both of them
while crossing his arms over his chest, sitting up against the
headboard with his legs sprawled apart and the blue ice bag resting
on his groin clearly, wearing medical scrubs and a blanket to avoid
freezing his skin too badly but still getting his ballsack iced.

“Nuts.”
He stated, tone dry as the desert but his Force aura full of
confident and victorious feelings.

It was
the last straw for Obi-Wan and he doubled over as he started to
helplessly giggle, arms wrapping around his stomach as his giggles
evolved into a loud laugh as Cody joined in on the laugh.

They
ended up triggering each other each time they as much as glanced at
each other, or worse, at Rex, the captain sitting there with that
damned deadpanned expression on his face and the ice bag on his
groin.

“Yeah,
yeah, get it out, laugh it up, just get it out of your systems you
two,” Rex sighed, tapping his nails on his upper arms. “I want to
play poker.” He grumbled, watching as the chess pieces ended up
falling off the bed and onto the floor.

Clearly
that game was over.

And if
he was honest, Rex was happy to have been the cause of both Cody and
Obi-Wan’s laughter.

Until
recently, there had been so preciously little joy in the war,
preciously little delight and warmth and affection.

They
had tried, of course, but even Kamino had at times brought more joy
than they could find on a battlefield as they lost more and more
brothers to death and violence.

To the
war.

Some
brothers just couldn’t deal with it on their own and put blasters
in their own mouth.

And to
see Cody especially laugh… it was doing Rex a world of good even as
he missed his own Jedi.

And
seeing Obi-Wan laugh was balm to that longing.

Now if
he could only get Ahsoka and Anakin back…

‘But
one hasn’t made their decision yet and the other is happy with
their Senator and kids… and Senator Amidala would never choose us
over Naboo.’ Rex couldn’t help but bitterly think, forcing a
smile on his face as Cody and Obi-Wan finally calmed down.

Oh no! Candle in the dark! What in the world is Cody doing in the temple!?

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Staring at the broken open window in front of him with wide eyes,
slowly lowering his arms, Anakin choked a bit as the wind whistled
through the hall.

Faintly
he heard other people asking questions and or whining about glass
embedded.

You
didn’t see Anakin whine and his arms were full of it!

Anakin
was also in something close to shock, reeling from Obi-Wan having
muted the bond to silence in his utter panic.

He
could still feel the after currants of his panic and hysteria though,
Obi-Wan was not in a good mental state an- “Anakin!”

Large
hands closed around his shoulders, the blond letting out a sharp gasp
as he was turned abruptly to face Qui-Gon, the older master’s face
contorted with displeasure but more than that, concern. “Master.”
Anakin gasped out, realizing he must have been holding his breath.

“Anakin,
what the fuck just happened?” The crude term slipped out of
Qui-Gon’s mouth, further shaking Anakin into a better state.

Or at
least more concious state.

So he
raised a finger, pointing at Cody, the man having followed Qui-Gon.
“What is he doing here?” He rasped out instead of
answering.

A
slightly affronted look crossed Cody’s worried face, though the
commander said nothing even as Qui-Gon frowned deeply. “Cody came
to deliver reports to me and go over battle information along with
sightings of Count Dooku.” Qui-Gon stated, glancing to the open
window and then back to Anakin, his brows furrowed darkly as his eyes
gained a slightly red tint.

Just
like the troopers adored him, Qui-Gon adored his own men.

Just
like Anakin.

Cursing,
Anakin covered his face before shaking himself, getting away from
Qui-Gon’s grip. “Obi-Wan’s own clones tried to kill him in his
universe,” He stated, half noting Qui-Gon jerking to in shock even
as Anakin moved to the open window to look out, Obi-Wan nowhere to be
seen or felt. “Seeing Cody now…” He trailed off.

Qui-Gon
could piece the information together.

Obi-Wan
had a flashback, combined with his ptsd and fear, causing him to flee
indiscriminately.

Cursing,
Qui-Gon came to the broken window too, wind rushing past them as
Windu and Gallia rushed in from the elevator, alerted to the
situation clearly. “We need to find him, before he is harmed. And
we can’t use the clones or Coruscant guards, he’s bound to react
badly to them too, considering seeing Cody set him off like this.”
He hissed.

Nodding,
Anakin rubbed at his face before hissing as his arms stung, glancing
to find his forearms having glass shards stuck into.

Obi-Wan’s
panic driven Force application had really given the glass shards
speed to impact hard, making it dig into flesh quite easily.

‘I
have bacta, I’ll deal with it on my own.’ He grumbled to himself
before turning to the council masters that were being updated by
Qui-Gon. “I’ll set Dex on the alert and start looking, Obi-Wan is
bound to be hiding right now and despite things being different, he
still knows Coruscant.” He informed the council masters.

Both
of them turned to him, Qui-Gon simply turning his head. Gallia was
the first to speak. “It would be for the best that people he is
familiar with are the ones looking for him… Qui-Gon, who would be
best to put on alert for him, including Knight Skywalker?” She
looked to him.

Stroking
his chin, Qui-Gon frowned. “From the little Obi-Wan has started
opening up about… any council masters are in the green, as are
Quinlan Vos, Bant Eerin, Garen Mulm, Reeft Sullivan…” Qui-Gon
continued naming childhood acquaintances or classmates of Obi-Wan as
Anakin excused himself, already rushing off to start the search.

He
also cursed the clones of the other world for traumatizing Obi-Wan,
Rex and his men would be ideal for a search and rescue as this
mission was in the bare bones of it.

Because
Obi-Wan did need rescue, even if it was from himself.

‘Hold
on Obi-Wan, just hold on, we’ll find you. You’re going to be
alright.’ The young Sith sent the thought out to the panic blocked
bond, his heart throbbing a rabid, frightened tempo as all he wanted
to do, was to find their little Jedi.

Yo I would most definitely love to see that Omega anakin u got that’s my weak n e s s 👀

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Sweet Honey, that has RexAni and JangoObi, where both Obi-Wan and Anakin are omegas

CarryingHope, has Anidala and Anakin is the omega of course

CourtingSlow: isn’t Anakin focused, it’s MaceObi but he is an omega there too

TheForcegives, this one is a bit spread out all over where ALL the Jedi turn into omegas and it’s Anidala and… I think Codywan?

There are a few other stories with omegaverse where Anakin’s designation has yet to be decided but these are the ones I can think of right now

Yo I would most definitely love to see that Omega anakin u got that’s my weak n e s s 👀

Posted on av swmoddy

Sweet Honey, that has RexAni and JangoObi, where both Obi-Wan and Anakin are omegas

CarryingHope, has Anidala and Anakin is the omega of course

CourtingSlow: isn’t Anakin focused, it’s MaceObi but he is an omega there too

TheForcegives, this one is a bit spread out all over where ALL the Jedi turn into omegas and it’s Anidala and… I think Codywan?

There are a few other stories with omegaverse where Anakin’s designation has yet to be decided but these are the ones I can think of right now

Ogh, I just need more of good master/dad QuiGon in lifeinmusic, pretty please?

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Twelve, almost thirteen years old and yet the boy in his arms felt so
much smaller as Qui-Gon carried his new padawan in his arms, his gait
steady and his arms wrapped protectively around Obi-Wan, one under
his rear and the other around his back.

He had
let the boy cry his heart out, as quiet as Obi-Wan was, he had a lot
of tears stuffed into him and it made Qui-Gon wonder who the hell had
taught the child to repress his emotions.

From
what he knew of the creche masters, they understood children and
healthy development.

But
his mind was quick to point out that not every creche master were the
same and children could be cruel, even Jedi children.

He
remembered his own time in the creche quite well enough still, the
bullying for his big nose and feet still lingering at times.

It was
likely that Obi-Wan may have experienced a mix of it and he was a
sensitive child, hiding much of it with a face of as much serenity as
he could manage while the bullying and words of unaware adults made
scars on his mind.

And
now this sensitive child was his child.

Breathing
softly into Qui-Gon’s neck with his head resting on the Jedi
master’s shoulder, his body lax and relaxed as Qui-Gon walked past
either outright surprised Jedi gaping at him or those that managed to
show some decorum by just staring with wide eyes.

It had
been a long while since Qui-Gon had taken a padawan, yes, he would
admit that and maybe he had been rather vocal about not getting one…

But
Obi-Wan was different.

He was
a child that needed someone else, with the temple being less than
kind to him at the moment.

He
needed someone in his corner, someone that hadn’t looked at him and
rejected him until he showed a special ability.

Someone
that put Obi-Wan first and showed him it was alright.

That
he was alright.

And
while Qui-Gon had been reluctant…

Obi-Wan
deserved to have someone.

And
Qui-Gon would be that someone, he’d do his best and teach this
little padawan that could make music into a weapon and laughed
sweetly at Qui-Gon’s ‘dad’ jokes as it was.

Finally
Qui-Gon tracked the man in question down that he was looking for,
inwardly snorting a bit when he noticed that Jocasta and Plo was with
the old troll.

And he
did actually snort when he saw the surprised looks of all three,
pausing in front of them with his boy tucked to his chest. “I’m
taking him as a padawan, send the registration papers my way
masters.” He stated bluntly before any of them could get a word in
edgewise.

Yoda
tapped his cane on the marble floor, peering up at him with his ears
twitching. “Surprised I am, rejecting all Initiates you have that
showed you we have.” He stated.

Shifting
Obi-Wan a bit, rubbing at his back when the boy mumbled a bit,
Qui-Gon stared back at Yoda while ignoring the little pack of gossips
that had followed him. “Yes. But you didn’t show me this one. I
meet up with him on my own, in the garden, without your meddling
in our relationship. Fodder for thought I’d say.” He stated in a
slightly clipped tone before humming quietly when Obi-Wan shifted at
the tone.

The
three masters watched him, Qui-Gon uncaring of them witnessing his
affection for the boy.

Finally,
Obi-Wan settled and he could focus back on them. “Children don’t
learn to cry silently for no reason. And knights and masters who have
earlier rejected him suddenly became interested. Obi-Wan went to the
gardens to hide. I found him there. So yes, send the registration my
way. I’ll alert the creche masters myself.” He stated evenly.

Plo
let out a small hum before nodding. “As you wish Qui-Gon, I will
arrange for it… as young Kenobi is asleep, he shou-”

“He’s
coming with me,” Qui-Gon cut in bluntly, he had been a thorn in the
council’s side for years, he wasn’t about to stop just cause he
had a padawan. “He’s going to sleep on my couch while I contact
the quartermaster and see about getting a pair room. Now excuse me, I
have a lot to do masters.” Qui-Gon bowed slightly, Obi-Wan held
tightly before he turned, heading down the left hall.

He
also ignored the group of padawans and initiates that scattered when
he rounded the corner, inwardly snorting at the sight of a fuming
white haired child among the group.

Chun,
the child Obi-Wan fought at the tournament.

Hopefully
he wouldn’t be an issue for the future. “We’re going to be
alright Obi-Wan…” Qui-Gon whispered quietly, smiling slightly
when Obi-Wan nuzzled his face into the Jedi master’s neck with a
soft, tired sigh.

His
little padawan.