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Oh my…Kenobi the second choice story was priceless! I was moved by it…I cant describe how it felt to read it. Can I humbly request a continuation? Please! Thank you.

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Obi-Wan had never been a tan man.

He burned in the sun and didn’t take color from it as much as just
break into freckles.

But today he looked as if he was only a second from death’s door as
he laid on the shielded medical bed, hooked up to every kind of
medical device Anakin had ever seen. Ever so often the heart beat
stuttered before carefully correcting itself as medicine was pumped
into his former master.

“How long has…has he been sick?” He managed to ask.

“Months? Perhaps even years.”
Che offered darkly in return, eyes on Obi-Wan’s still form as the
chest barely rose and fell. “He
must have felt it wasn’t important, must have felt that he couldn’t
or wouldn’t get the help he needed.”

“…Will he wake?”

“…He’s in a coma Skywalker. With minor chances of returning.
Especially not with how unhealthy he is.”

She left him alone at Obi-Wan’s bedside, the young knight slowly
taking Obi-Wan’s left hand as he tried not to wince at how skinny
the wrist was. All of Obi-Wan was skinny, without the vambraces and
gloves and armor or robes, it was clear to anyone who looked at him.

Sith hells, how did this even happen?

He knew the war had been bad, knew everyone was pushing themselves.

But this?

This was more.

And adding to Anakin’s guilt, he wasn’t even the one to find
Obi-Wan.

Kit Fisto had come to see Obi-Wan, with a report, had used the
councils override codes when Obi-Wan hadn’t opened the door and had
found him face down in the carpet, barely breathing.

No, Anakin had been with Padme, finding comfort and warmth and love.

And Obi-Wan?

Obi-Wan had been in his rooms, slowly dying, not reaching out to
anyone.

He stroked the thin wrist slowly and steadily, watching Obi-Wan’s
to pale face, his mind flashing with images of half eaten plates,
abandoned mealbars, Cody practically chasing Obi-Wan with some kind
of fruit or local grown food. “Oh Obi-Wan…” He sat down on the
bedside and rested the hand in his lap.

“Skyguy?” He looked to the door where Ahsoka was hesitating.

“Hey Snips…”

“How…” She glanced at Obi-Wan and suddenly looked startled,
staring at the thin wrist in Anakin’s lap as if she’d never seen
anything like it.

“He’s in a coma. Healer Che is…unsure if he’ll wake.” The
blond swallowed as Ahsoka ever so slowly moved over to the bed. She
reaches for his free hand and Anakin latches onto it as if its the
only thing that will make life alright again.

But it won’t be. Because Obi-Wan’s eyes are still closed…

()()()()()

The temple is abuzz.

The temple is abuzz because Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is in a coma.

Its abuzz because Master Kit Fisto was seen running through the halls
with the other master’s limp and lifeless looking body in his arms,
sprinting to the halls of healing with the man.

And then it all quiets down, as if the galaxy is waiting on what
comes next.

Obi-Wan Kenobi does not wake, the Jedi’s who manage to sneak a
glimpse of him talk about how pale and how thin the man is.

A broken image of the Master they are all used to seeing.

A week goes by, the Jedi’s clone commander shows up at the temple
to see him, sits with him for hours until he has to leave. Anakin
Skywalker and his padawan sits with him too when they can. Senator
Amidala shows up, citing close friendship.

Even the Supreme Chancellor shows up but is hurriedly ushered away
when Obi-Wan Kenobi flat lines and only the saving grace of Healer
Che’s proximity and abilities as a healer saves him this time.

A reporter manages to sneak into the temple and past guards. Suddenly
its all over the holonet but the response surprises the temple.

There’s talk about how human it is, how very human the Negotiator
looks in the medical bed. That Jedi’s are not so mythical after
all.

They get torn down too.

A second week goes by and Obi-Wan gets a private room in the healing
wing to ease up on the gawkers. Anakin takes the decision to
carefully shave Obi-Wan’s narrow face and wash his hair for hand,
giving himself something to do, something that feels like it helps.

A third passes and it seems like the war has been put on hold because
Obi-Wan Kenobi is no longer there. Anakin doesn’t pretend to
understand it, all he knows is that he’s grateful that he doesn’t
have to leave the Master’s side just yet.

He’s been more in the temple these past three weeks then he has
since the war started. He doesn’t dare leave Obi-Wan alone for to
long.

He doesn’t know if it will be the last time he sees Obi-Wan if he
does.

Maul goes to meet with OldBen again while OldBen’s outside the Temple? Shows up out of nowhere in the market and helps him carry his groceries while they chat.

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“Ben,
he could turn on you.” Qui-Gon offered quietly, holding the others
hand tightly as the white haired man snuggled against his shoulder.
The long strands had turned snow white during the time they had
gotten closer.

“He
won’t.”

“You
don’t know that. He’s a sith Ben.” Qui-Gon wrapped the other up
in his arms.

“I
thought you wanted to talk about our bonding ceremony, not Maul?”
Ben smiled at him and Qui-Gon sighed before smiling back.

“Yes,
I was thinking something small. Us two, the council, my padawan and
his friends which includes Quinlan.” He
slowly caressed the others hand with his fingertips, smiling at the
sensation of Ben utterly relaxing against him.

Ben
hummed. “That sounds about those I really want there…” He
mused. “And
Che of course.”

“And
Che.” Qui-Gon agreed readily, glancing at the purple tea box with a
small smile before tucking a blanket around Ben’s shivering form.
“Cold or just a muscle spasme?”

“Both.
I got so used to living on a desert planet that now my body won’t
adjust to the temple.” Ben whispered quietly before shifting up and
pressing his lips to Qui-Gon’s in a slow kiss. “Thank you for
looking after me.”

“I
want to.” Qui-Gon stroked Ben’s cheek slowly. “I want to look
after you. My Ben.”

“My
Qui-Gon.”

()()()()

The
shadow appears silently at his side and Ben smiles quietly to
himself. “That is not wise of you.”

“My
master thinks I’m gaining your trust.” Maul offered in return as
he walked beside the Jedi.

“And
are you?”

“…I
don’t need to gain what I already have.” Maul took Ben’s
groceries with careful arms as he noted the tremble in the others
arms. “Should not your bond mate be here for this?”

“Qui-Gon
is of on a mission with his padawan. Though I suspect he is also
picking up a gift for me. You are of course aware that I’m being
tracked and they have now seen you?” Ben stopped at a vendor to
peer at the mouth watering succulent fruits before paying for four of
them and tucking them into the bag Maul was carrying.

“Yes.
But they already knew about me, did they not?”

“Of
course. Even if I lied they’d know with
my shields still struggling.”
Ben mused before looking around. “Talking about gifts…I should
get Qui-Gon his own for our bonding ceremony.” He hesitated as he
looked around and Maul focused on him.

“…What
does your mate enjoy?”

“Tea.
Sparring.
Strategy games.
Art. Plants. The living Force…me?” Ben smiled in amusement at the Zabrak’s grimace. “Not like that. He…enjoys my company. And on
the wholly, I am not healthy yet for those kind of activities. The
strain on my heart alone…” He peeked around. “I don’t think
bringing a helpless stray with me would count as a present but
perhaps a tea plant…to grow and cultivate.” He mused on that for
a bit.

“…There
is a plant vendor down in the lower levels who
carries exotic plants from different planets.
However its not safe there. I do not think you should be there.”

“Not
alone at least.” Ben looked at Maul and smiled warmly. “But I’m
not alone am I?” This time Ben wasn’t even referring to the
hidden Jedi guard that always followed him when he left the temple on
his own.

Maul
shifted on his feet before nodding and leading Ben along. “A gift
then, for your mate. Tea plant? Would he even have time to cultivate
it?”

“There’s
always someone who can look after it.” The Jedi offered softly and
then reached out, gently brushing his fingertips to Maul’s
shoulder. “Always someone who will listen.”

Yellow
eyes stared at him from inside the dark hood before Maul focused on
holding onto the grocery bag. “We best get a shuttle, its a far
walk for you.”

“Of
course. Thank you Maul.”

Could you please write something with Boil and Waxer? Possibly Waxer surviving Umbara, but ending up with some kind of dissability? And Boil trying to comfort him.

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He
woke with a gasp of pain, turning onto his side as he struggled to
breath, memories of Umbra, of Krell passing for his inner eye.

“Waxer!” Gentle arms wrapped
around him, pulled him up against a familiar chest as he struggled to
get enough air down into his lungs.

Boil carefully tilted Waxer’s
head back against his shoulder, rocking ever so slightly as he held
the other man to him. “Breath, breath with me Waxer. That’s it
cyare, breath with me. You’re doing wonderful.” He continued
talking quietly as the sound of Waxer’s breathless panting filled
the room until the other was calm against him.

“…Sorry.” Waxer whispered.

“Don’t be.” Boil tucked the
other against himself, knowing there was no way Waxer was going back
to sleep again now as he pulled the blankets up around them. If he
was ever more grateful that Kenobi was their general, it was in
moments like this when the man had ensured the two could stay
together while Waxer recovered.

“You must be so tired of
this…” Waxer whispered as he looked down at the useless stubs of
what was once his legs.

“No. I’m here with you.
There’s no place I’d rather be in the galaxy.” Boil pressed his
lips to the others temple. “I fall in love with you every single
day cyare, if this is our future then I don’t care that its
different then others. Because I’m here with you and I can’t
imagine anything more beautiful then that.”

Waxer blinked at that before
turning as best he could in Boil’s lap, pressing his lips against
the others and resting his forehead against his. “…How did you
turn into such a sap?”

“I let you seduce me, how
else?”

“I tripped into your lap.”
Waxer laughed quietly, the spark of his brightness slowly embering in
those eyes Boil loved. “And
you kissed me under the light of a thousand stars.”

Boil smirked a bit and nuzzled at
the other man. “What can I say, your clumsiness was endearing.”

Waxer smiled at that, closing his
eyes to enjoy the moment between them. Things weren’t alright…but
Boil was right, they were there together.

They had found love despite every
odds stacked against them, true love, warm love, love that wouldn’t
fade into space.

Love that grew and warmed and
cuddled.

Their love.

Can we have vampire!Qui-Gon turning padawan Obi after Obi-wan is severely hurt and near death? Your writing is great btw!

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“Obi-Wan…padawan.”
There were gentle hands on him and Obi-Wan made a weak whining noise
in response to his name and title.

“That’s it little one, open
your eyes for me.” There was quiet encouragement along with a cold
palm on his blood slicked cheek.

He slowly forced his eyes slowly
and meet the worried eyes of his Master. “Ma…” He choked on his
own tongue and whimpered quietly.

“Its alright Obi-Wan, I’m
here. Oh my poor padawan…” The gentle thumb slowly swiped his
cheek as moonlight lit up the old master’s face as he took in the
blast damage his padawan had suffered. “I told you not to go to
close to the bombs dear padawan.”

“Numb…”
Obi-Wan swallowed.

“Yes I imagine so. You
are…very injured Obi-Wan…and we are for from healers and medics.”
Qui-Gon continued stroking his young padawan’s cheek with his
thumb.

“…I’m
not ready to die.” Obi-Wan whimpered.

“And I’m not ready to let go
of my imp of a padawan…Obi-Wan…you’ll still die…but I can let
you live.” Qui-Gon watched his padawan closely. “I can turn you
into one like me. A vampire like me.” He continued stroking slowly.
“You wouldn’t be able to walk in the sun for many years, our
missions would be reduced until you could handle being around people
but you’d live.” He whispered.

Obi-Wan whimpered but to be
honest, he didn’t need that much time to think of it as he nodded.
“I still have so much to do…” He could feel it, far of into the
future of the Force. So many things to do.

Qui-Gon took a deep breath then
slid his arms under his broken padawan’s back and lifted him up
carefully, settling the teen against him with care. “It will hurt
my padawan.”

“Not…a stranger to pain.”

“No…you are not.” With care
Qui-Gon settled the teen against his chest and tilted his head slowly
back to expose the neck to him. “Still, it is regrettable…are you
sure?”

“Yes.” Obi-Wan closed his
eyes then felt a breath against the skin of his neck before two
pinprick points of pain penetrated his consciousness. He
shuddered then gasped, hands clenching into his master’s tunic at a
strange sensation spreading through his body.

Cold and draining and then it
changed to weakness he was all to familiar with. “Uh…” He
closed his eyes and only saw darkness.

Until he was on fire. Obi-Wan
screamed in pain unlike anything he had ever experienced, this must
be what it felt like to burn alive and he writhed violently as he was
locked into a circle of strong arms that held him still.

It could have lasted seconds or
days for all he knew until he was just a tired mass of padawan
against his master’s chest, shaking and twitching as Qui-Gon
soothed him. And then hunger came creeping through him, starvation
unlike anything Obi-Wan had ever experianced as his master pressed a
wrist to his lips.

Obi-Wan latched on without
thought, biting down on the offered limb.

“That’s it padawan, that’s
it Obi-Wan, steady now.” Qui-Gon murmured quietly, tucking the
other closer to him as Obi-Wan feed from his wrist.

He’d make sure to get Obi-Wan
onto the synthetic
packs once they were back on their ship. But until then this would
have to do. “Its alright
padawan. I’m here imp.”

()()()()

“This…Master Qui-Gon, you do
understand that we will have to examine these memories once you are
able to return to Coruscant?” The holo of the master Windu told him
firmly.

“Of course. I have nothing to
hide in regards to turning my padawan. I did so on the behest of the
Force, his future holds to much for him to die now and he is to young
to fade into the Force.” Qui-Gon returned evenly.

“Where is your padawan?”
Yarael leaned forward.

“Currently sleeping. He is
young, just a babe in terms of my species.” Qui-Gon glanced to
where Obi-Wan was resting on the ships only bunk. “Its going to
take him several weeks to adjust to everything that is new. I was
hoping for the Council’s permission to stop by my home planet for
this reason. There are several ways to help him adjust into society
that I can find on my home planet and he will require more synthetic
nourishment then I currently have. I would not bring a starving child
to the temple.” He shook his head slowly. “Not that my own planet
would be terribly accepting of him, he is clearly created, not born.”
He sighed.

“…Permission of the council
you have. Bring your padawan home once its safe. Force be with you
Master Qui-Gon.”

“And with you Masters.”
Qui-Gon bowed and waited for the holograms to flicker out before
moving to his padawan and sitting down on the bunk, taking a bandaged
hand and stroking it slowly.

“It will be alright Obi-Wan.
I’m here. Whatever else
happens, I’m here.”

I love your post! More blind obi-wan please?

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“Ah! Depa!” Obi-Wan beamed warmly and moved forward easily as if
he wasn’t covered in the mud of the planet, his own blood and
something that looked like a gelified version of gasoline.

Depa however only chuckled and took the mans hands in return when
they were offered. “Obi-Wan. I see you’re up to your usual. Hair
looks interesting.”

“You mean its been slicked up into spikes by this…thing.” The
copper haired man laughed warmly and ignored the incredulous looks
the troopers were sure to be throwing at him and the sensation of the
medics wanting to abduct him.

“Yes, what IS that?” Depa sniffed delicately.

“Congealed gasoline. I found it in a pit.”

“He fell in said pit when he raced ahead of everyone.” Anakin
offered dryly. “Master Qui-Gon is going to kill me if I let him die
so I had to race ahead so Ventress wouldn’t put her lightsaber
through him…not that she didn’t try.” The blond sighed.

Depa laughed quietly and pulled a hankie from her pouches, wiping it
absently over some of the gelified gasoline on the mans left cheek
and beard to get a closer look at it. “I see.”

“Dear Master auntie was just displeased to see me. Especially when
I called her such.” Obi-Wan sniffed then smirked.

“Yes and she promptly tried to dislodge Obi-Wan’s head from his
shoulders…several times.” Anakin sighed in sufferance. “Until
he fell down into the hole with the gasoline.”

“And the blood?”

“Did you know some of the local flora here is as sharp as metal?”
Obi-Wan offered glibly. “I did not until I fell down the hole and
ripped up most of myself on it.”

“Of course you did.” The Chalactan almost giggled. “Are you
alright Obi-Wan?”

“I will be once I shower and settle into a healing trance. But I
sense a padawan!” Obi-Wan grinned. “You bought yours along.”

Depa rolled her eyes then pulled her Caleb to her and stood him in
front of her. “Yes I did. Caleb Dume, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi, a good
friend of mine and a formidable Jedi Master. He’s one of the best
with Soresu.”

“Greetings Master.” Caleb bowed in awe of this man that caused so
much destruction around him and caused Master Skywalker to look like
a puckered lemon.

“Oh Force, you didn’t tell me he was cute Depa. I may have to
abduct him and show him how to paint the temple domes.” The copper
haired man smirked. “I’d hug him now if I could but considering
I’m filthy I’ll wait.”

“Please wait, I only just got him clean.” Depa offered dryly and
pulled Caleb against her as the young padawans eyes sparkled with
interest at the idea of causing mischief.

“Obi-Wan…please let Kix or Helix take a look at you now, or one
of them is going to tackle you to get it done.” Anakin crossed his
arms over his chest, frowning. “And I’m tempted to help them
because your scars look like they’ve gotten redder since we fished
you up of the gasoline.”

“Oh Anakin, I’m fi-ack!” Obi-Wan flailed when Depa quickly
poked him in a lower portion of the scar. “…Okay so perhaps it
hurts a little bit.”

“That’s it!” Helix marched forward towards the scarred Jedi.
“Commander I don’t care we’re suppose to defer to him. He’s
incapable of taking care of himself and obviously needs help and
General Jinn will be very disappointed if he came back to General
Kenobi being hurt.” And with that the medic picked Obi-Wan up in a
fireman lift, Obi-Wan’s stomach resting against Helix shoulder as
the clones arms settled around the mans thighs a bit below his ass.
“Medic tent, now. Kix come on.” And with that Helix started
walking again, looking huffy. Kix shrugged and followed, obviously in
agreement.

“…Ahsoka tell me you’re recording this.” Anakin grinned.

“Of course Master, I was wondering how long they’d hold out.”
The Togruta grinned, giving Caleb a quick wave before focusing on
Obi-Wan and the healers.

“Helix! Put me down! I am quite capable of walking.”

“With all due respect sir, if I let you down, you’re going to run
of.”

“I do dislike how right you are.”

“And you’re admitting it sir. Also a cause for concern. Do you
have a concussion sir?”

“Perhaps a minor one.”

“Sir if you behave I have been authorized to give you chocolate.”

“…You talked to Qui-Gon.”

“Yes sir. General Jinn confided that you would behave if we
appealed to your sweet tooth at the very least.”

“Well…the gasoline is starting to hurt so I may as well. Very
well my medic compadres, I submit to your superior healing
abilities.”

Helix and Kix traded looks before Kix nodded. They’d focus on
removing the gelified gasoline first and then do the rest of their
jobs.

“Does this happen a lot?” Depa sniggered.

“Only around Obi-Wan.” Anakin snorted. “You know how reckless
he is.”

Anakin accidentally walling in on a confrontation between Palpatine and Obi-wan? (Aka Palps is in the middle of monologing on how much he wants Obi-wan dead)

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Obi-Wan’s eyes bugged out as those decrepit hands clenched ever
harder around his throat, gasping for air as he meet yellow eyes with
his own desperate ones as he was pressed ever harder against the
Chancellor’s desk. And then he screamed hoarsely as sudden
electricity ran through his body.

‘Force lighting.’ Managed absently as pain coarse through him.

“Without you, Skywalker will certainly fall.” Palpatine cackled,
squeezing ever tighter. “I’d prefer to have you alive as a
warning to everyone, hanging from chains but you are to dangerous to
live. To many emotions to tie Skywalker to the light. You will die
under my hands today.”

He’d come in good faith to the Chancellor, a minor inconvenience
honestly, to request the man to please not drag Anakin of the
battlefield as often as he did.

It had ended up with Obi-Wan tranqued full of Force suppressors and
currently being ‘delightfully’ choked to death by a man who
should not possess the strength he currently did have. How did
Obi-Wan always end up in these situations!?

‘Guess it doesn’t matter…not gonna happen again.’ Obi-Wan
thought dimly as his vision started to fade, the Force beckoning for
him with the quiet promise of reconciliation with Qui-Gon.

And then Palpatine slammed into the wall so hard Obi-Wan could hear
the back of the Sith’s skull crack against it even as he rolled
onto his side on the desk while gasping for breath.

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin was suddenly there, dragging him away and
behind him even as the Jedi Master continued to gasp with his hands
around his throat. He looked up at the sound of lightsabers to find
Mace Windu and Kit standing in front of a group of Senators who were
looking between him and Palpatine in horrified shock.

And Anakin was still there, in front of him, lightsaber active too.
Even without access to the Force Obi-Wan could read Anakin’s
emotions in the other mans tight body lines.

Protective rage trembling along the blonds spine yet a steady
unwavering hand holding his lightsaber.

It almost made Obi-Wan smile.

Instead he coughed harshly.

“Obi-Wan, are you alright?” Kit asked without removing his eyes
of the slowly rising shape of Palpatine with yellow eyes staring them
down.

“Except my throat and the Force suppressors, yes.” Obi-Wan
wheezed out, shaking a bit. “Perhaps some nerve damage from Force
lighting.” He got out as Kit instantly dragged him behind with the
Senators, the Nautolan’s hand lingering on his wrist for a few
moments before squeezing gently and then letting go. “Hey.”

“Without Force sense you’d be useless here, especially after
you’ve been tortured.” Mace growled and in front of them Anakin
twitched in raw anger before the blond took a deep breath through his
nose.

“Its alright Obi-Wan, we’ll handle this.” He finally said, a
cold calm settling into his voice that would have set anyone on edge.

‘Palpatine is fucked…’ Obi-Wan almost smiled. Because Anakin’s
protective rage had been roused.

Continuing obiwan vampire au Obiwan starts to get more nocturnal and starts to not require sleep and he cares for quigon whenever he has an insomnia

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hSleep had become a thing that was only required in small measurement
and usually during dawn to about midway into the day. Four hours max.

A natural development the healers had told both padawan and master.
With age came more power, with more power came changes for the
vampiric Jedi.

Sometimes it was very useful for Obi-Wan honestly, when missions
required lookouts and he only needed four hours to be on his best. Or
on nights like this, when Qui-Gon’s insomnia hit its worst.

Obi-Wan carefully steeped the tea and hummed ‘A night on Coruscant’
under his breath as he waited for it to be properly steeped. He
watched the blank liquid slowly turn acid green then a deep forest
green, only a few shades away from pitch black.

He carefully poured it into a larger mug instead of a cup and went to
his Master’s side as the man stared at the window at the lights on
Coruscant, still in his sleep clothes and slippers. “Master, your
tea.” He pressed it into the others hands.

“Oh…thank you Obi-Wan.” The man sighed then smiled warmly at
him. “Thank you. I apologize for bothering you so late.”

“Its no bother master. I sleep little, you know that.” He went to
the bigger bedroom to get Qui-Gon’s hairbrush and fetched the
thicker blanket of the mans bed at the same time before returning,
wrapping the blanket over the mans legs and half up his stomach
before settling down beside him.

“Obi-Wan, you don’t have to…” Qui-Gon murmured when he
noticed the ornate brush. On missions his master only bought a comb
but back in the temple he had an ornate silver brush, a gift from a
grateful royal that had been sent directly to the temple to make it
impossible for the man to say no to.

“I know, but I want to. I know it helps you relax.” Obi-Wan
smiled at his Master and gently urged him to shift to sit with his
back to Obi-Wan.

There was a little hesitation, a vestige of pride perhaps before the
man did as told and let Obi-Wan start on his hair.

“Beside.” Obi-Wan murmured as he started slowly running the brush
first through the bottom of the fine silver stained hair. “You’ve
taken care of me for years, I can return the favor a little bit.”
The copper haired man smiled as he worked the strands, feeling
Qui-Gon melt in front of him.

They sat together on the couch, an empty mug in Qui-Gon’s hand with
Obi-Wan behind him as he slowly brushed the others silver sprinkled
hair with care as the night slowly rolled on.

I think you wrote some already, but would you write some more mute padawan Obi-Wan, please? Some hurt-comfort with Qui-Gon, and a bit of vulnerabilty? Thank you!!

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He woke up screaming.

Or he would have if he could.

Only a raspy gasp escaped him as he sat up in the medical bed of the
temple, the machines monitoring him screaming out for him.

“Obi-Wan!” Large, warm hands were suddenly grasping his shoulders
as Obi-Wan’s own closed around his bandage covered throat, wide
panicked eyes turning to his Master.

“Padawan you need to calm down.” Qui-Gon said firmly as the
healers burst in thanks to the wailing machines. They turned to the
machines when they saw the Jedi Master working to calm his padawan,
the copper haired teen struggling and letting out raspy gasping
noises.

“I know you can’t talk Obi-Wan but you need to listen, you need
to breath.” Qui-Gon tried before looking to the healers when it was
clear Obi-Wan couldn’t follow directions. “Get the wires of him.”

Obi-Wan’s breathing was coming to fast, hyperventilating as he
struggled to get a word out, his throat constricting each time he
tried. It hurt, it hurt so badly.

His mind flashed to the scientist, the squeezing hand around his
throat, the leering face and he wanted to cry out again.

And then he was in Qui-Gon’s lap, held tightly and rocked as his
hands fisted into the material of the others tunic and tabards. “I’m
here Obi-Wan, I’m right here padawan. Listen to my voice, you need
to calm down so the healers can look you over.” Qui-Gon continued
talking quietly into his ear, his chest rumbling.

And he was safe in those arms. Warm and held as tightly as Qui-Gon
obviously dared to hold him.

He took a wheezing breath as he slowly did calm down, resting his
head on the others chest as he continued wheezing. ‘Master,
what…why can’t I…’

“Let the healers look over you Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon shifted until
Obi-Wan was facing the waiting healer but didn’t let the fifteen
year old out of his lap, holding Obi-Wan in a way he hadn’t been
held in close to a year now.

“You’ll have to remove your hands from your throat padawan
Kenobi.” The healer offered in a far gentler tone then she usually
would, causing her padawan to look at her in surprise. But with the
warning look in Qui-Gon Jinn’s eyes she thought to err on the side
of caution and not antagonize the teen.

Obi-Wan slowly removed his hands so she could place hers on his
bandaged throat.

“Hmm, no, no change. The damage to his vocal cords are still
extensive even conscious. There’s not even a sign to internal
healing.” The healer murmured with a deep frown. “Perhaps time
would help but so far bacta has not reversed the damage, Force
applied healing has not and it doesn’t seem like the body itself is
working on it.” She pulled back.

“He’s awake. Do you need to keep him for observation or can I
take him to our quarters?” Qui-Gon held tightly onto the narrow boy
as the wide eyed padawan stared at the healer, hands back at his
throat.

“We’d prefer to keep him observed to be ho-”

Obi-Wan made a low keening noise of panic and then turned in
Qui-Gon’s lap, not caring he was behaving childishly as he buried
his face in the other mans neck, feeling a broad hand move to his
upper back while the man rumbling soothingly at him.

“But considering the circumstances, perhaps more stress is the
least thing he needs. I want a Master with more training then me to
take a look at him before he goes but I would assume he can sleep in
his own bed tonight.”

Obi-Wan listened to the noise of the healer leaving, the woman’s
padawan following.

‘I can’t speak.’

“…No. And they don’t seem to be able to reverse it either.
They’ll continue trying but Obi-Wan…this may be permanent.”
Qui-Gon didn’t coddle him with a lie. He needed his padawan to
understand that this may be the future. “But if so, I’m going to
be here Obi-Wan, we can manage this, you are not the only mute Jedi.”
He squeezed the other to him.

‘A-Are you
sure?’

“Yes dear imp. I’ll make sure you become a Jedi.” Qui-Gon pressed his lips to his young padawans forehead, holding him close as he allowed Obi-Wan to hide in his neck.

Do you think you could write something with Bail/ObiWan/Breda with Obi as their consort

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There’s flowers braided into his hair.

Breha’s work obviously, she must have taken him aside for some peace
and relaxation and then sent Obi-Wan to their room.

The flowers are small and blue with little yellow centers.

It makes Bail smile as he slowly approaches their bed where Obi-Wan
is resting in the middle of, a datapad not far from his fingertips.
Slowly he swipes the datapad and puts it on the nightstand before
sitting down on the bedside, reaching out and stroking his fingertips
over Obi-Wan’s strong jawline, feeling the coarse beard tickle his
fingers.

“Don’t wake him.” He looked up to find his wife in the doorway,
the woman smiling gently in return. “He hasn’t been sleeping well
lately, I’d like for him to take a nap before the ball tonight at
least.”

“Of course. I wasn’t intending to wake him.” Bail assured,
chuckling as his beautiful wife glided over to give him a soft kiss
and then give Obi-Wan one on the temple too. “Should I give you the
same warning?”

“I know how to keep a kiss light oh husband of mine. Now dont’ wake
our consort.” She offered in mirth before sliding to the closet and
looking over her outfits.

“Obi-Wan hates it when you call him that.” Bail smirked.

“Which is why I do it. Its cute when he flushes up, if he really
wanted me to stop all he has to do is ask as he well knows.” She
hummed a bit as she pulled out a deep blue dress with shimmering gems
in the neckline and near the hem. “To much?”

“On you, never.”

“Oh I should have asked Obi-Wan when he was awake. He always gives
me an honest assessment.”

“I’m being honest.”

“Yes well you like EVERYTHING.”

“That’s because everything looks good on you dear wife.” Bail
stroked Obi-Wan’s hair once again before standing and moving to
Breha, wrapping her in his arms. “Are you picking out Obi-Wan’s
clothes again?”

“If I don’t, he insists on wearing his Jedi robes, which are well
and fine everyday but for balls…”

“You just want to show him of.” Bail smirked.

“Not many rulers can boast having a Jedi consort anymore.” Breha
chuckled. “That Obi-Wan agreed and got the council’s support is a
Force miracle in itself.”

“True…lets just be grateful he did.”

“To true my husband.”

do u ship obianidala? if u do, will u please do a ficlet of anakin being sick but stubbornly denying it until obi wan and padme finally have enough and force him to rest? if u don’t ship it/don’t want to write it, that’s cool too! i love your blog!

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“Anakin, you have a fever.” Obi-Wan offered sternly as the other
fumbled with his clothes.

“I’ve taken fever reducers Obi-Wan.” Anakin was loath to admit
how horrible he felt. He was aching everywhere from his toes to his
head and nothing he did seemed to help, not even Force healing.

“You’re suppose to rest after taking those.” Padme came from the
fresher, frowning worriedly too while fixing her clothes. Then she
moved to him and took his hand, stilling them. “Anakin, if you’re
sick, I can take a day of the Senate and have Bail send me any
relevant information I need.” She offered softly.

Obi-Wan crawled across the bed and rested a hand on the blonds lower
back. “And I can call in to the council. Yoda will understand if I
say I can’t.” He reached for a hand and tugged carefully, still in
his own sleepwear.

Padme pushed carefully on Anakin’s shoulders at the same time until
they had the blond on the bed again before she shifted out of her
Senatorial outfit and went to put on easier home clothes while
Obi-Wan got Anakin suited on the bed against him, making Anakin the
little spoon as he curled up against the others back.

“Bail…yes its me, no I’m not coming today. Yes, yes I know. But
can you please send me the reports of the highlights of the day once
everything is done?”

Padme returned after thanking Bail and crawled in, curling against
Anakin’s chest and tucking his head under her chin, feeling the
clammy, hot skin against her collarbone. “Oh sweet Anakin…you
were going to go out like this?”

“I do it all the time.”

“Not on our watch.” Obi-Wan tucked his arms around the others
waist, stroking his stomach slowly with his face into Anakin’s
shoulder blades. “You’re staying right here, taking a nap and
taking care of yourself. Even if we have to make sure you do.”

The blond grumbled, mostly for show. “What about Ahsoka?”

“Ahsoka
has homework she has to catch up on.” Obi-Wan countered, hearing
the sleepy tone in the others voice as he continued stroking, taking
note of Padme’s slim fingers rubbing and massaging Anakin’s scalp
slowly.

The two traded smiles around Anakin’s tall but slender form, feeling
the man between them slowly ease out and fall asleep.

“Best keep him at home for a few days huh?”

“I’ll make sure he’s not assigned any missions…under the guise of
Ahsoka needing to remain at the temple.” Obi-Wan nodded before
taking her free hand and lacing their fingers together over Anakin’s
hip.