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#SnowWhitePurity- Anakin cannot wait to be knighted, just not for the reasons Palpatine believes.

Posted on oktober 20, 2020 av swmoddy

Staring dreamily into the air with a half-grin on his face as he thought about his most favorite store on the entire planet as rain pounded against the window in front of him, Anakin mentally reviewed what he would get Obi-Wan for his birthday next week.

There was the peach colored satin babydoll nightie with spaghetti straps that had no lace but little sheer panels here and there for decorations, the adorable knee length blue silk robe to lounge around the quarters with flowers embroider all over, oh or the two piece bralette and shorts with a tiny bit of soft lace.

He thought that was also cotton, it was so soft to touch but he couldn’t be sure until he asked the clerk at the store, potentially Haran or Marcell, he had become pretty familiar with most of the staff

Force, he couldn’t wait until he was knighted to finally ki- “My boy?” The probing words broke through his words, Anakin snapping out of his day dreaming to smile sheepishly at the Chancellor.

The man was peering over his cup at the Jedi, one brow raised. If Anakin had been paying proper attention, he would have noted that the man’s other hand was fisted on the desk. “Apologies Chancellor, I was thinking about something.” Anakin stated, lifting the cup hurriedly to take a sip of the tea.

He barely managed to contain his grimace at the taste.

Tea was grass water and not even Obi-Wan could get him to like it without copious amount of honey in it.

But he couldn’t insult the Chancellor since this was imported tea from Naboo, very pricey.

And very kind of the man to share.

“May I ask about what?” Palpatine smiled kindly, leaning back in his leather chair.

If Anakin was being honest, he was a bit envious, that chair looked like it hugged a body in all the right ways and supported a human body, clearly made for the Chancellor.

When Anakin didn’t answer for a moment, flushing a bit, Palpatine chuckled. “I assure you, I wouldn’t repeat anything you share with me my dear boy, humor an old man that likes to see you flourish.” He smiled kindly at Anakin.

Rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, Anakin smiled wryly. “Well, I was just thinking about how close I am to be knighted really.” There, a white lie.

There was no way he would tell the Chancellor about Obi-Wan’s predilections.

Not that there was anything wrong with them but it felt sacred, intimate.

Something only between Anakin and Obi-Wan.

And honestly, if Anakin was honest, he was a bit possessive over who got to see Obi-Wan in his silky things, he adored that Obi-Wan felt comfortable enough to walk around their quarters in his nightwear.

Palpatine brightened at that, smiling more widely. “Ah yes, you are going through your trials yes? Your master finally saw your potential I see.” He warmly stated.

About to concur, Anakin paused at the latter part of the others sentence with a small frown. “I… sure, yeah.” He sipped his tea, lips pulling a bit taunt at the bitterness as he glanced away to study one of the paintings in the office, one he had seen a thousand times before.

He therefore missed Palpatine’s eyes narrowing thoughtfully at his response and by the time he looked back, Palpatine was smiling again. “I didn’t mean it as a slight to Master Kenobi, I just find your potential to become a knight rather obvious Anakin.” He murmured gently.

Smiling a bit at that, tilting his chin up confidently, Anakin settled his now empty cup on the table beside him. “Thank you Chancellor, that is kind of you to say. But Master Obi-Wan sees my potential too, he just knows that the trials can be long and arduous and wanted to make sure I’d manage, that’s all.” Anakin laughed, missing the frustration building in the others eyes.

Things were not going according to the old Sith’s plans and he did not know why.

Does Ani ever get to see his Master in that pretty little outfit in snow white purity? Does he maybe even get to touch a lil bit? You know, to appreciate how soft the fabric is.

Posted on august 26, 2020 av swmoddy

Leaning back on the couch while crossing his arms over his chest naked chest, Anakin let out a deep breath as he finally started to relax. Coming back to the quarters they had been given for the duration of their stay was a karking relief. ‘Honestly, if I had to watch the prince and princess continue trying to flirt and make master a notch on their bedpost, I would have…’ His thoughts fumed a bit.

Frankly, the fact that the two kept making advances despite Obi-Wan clearly turning them down made Anakin… well he felt upset if he was honest.

Obi-Wan was his.

But more than that… it made him ache to see Obi-Wan retreat and try to escape someone when he was so comfortable moments before.

The memory of Obi-Wan’s eyes flashing with unease and discomfort made his heart shrivel with unhappiness.

‘Least he calmed down when we returned to the quarters. He seemed a lot happier.’ Anakin sighed slightly, shifting and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, peering at the dark window.

As with most capitols, he could see no stars due to the light population but… well, it was a nice sight to see the duel moons at least, one a bright blue and the smaller a bright red.

They were pretty.

But they would be prettier if Anakin could see the stars surrounding them.

Letting the moons distract him, Anakin jerked to a bit as the hiss from the fresher door broke the silence, turning his head towards it with a soft greeting on his lips.

It died however, as Obi-Wan stepped out, the blond mouth falling open as he gawked at the older man.

Because Obi-Wan was indeed wearing lingerie on the mission.

It wasn’t over or like the ones he had at home but still pretty as all hell’s and Anakin mouth was dry from staring at it.

It was a silky two piece baby pink set with black lace, consisting of a bralette with a v-neck and spaghetti thin black straps, lace on the underside with matching lace on the top. It clung to Obi-Wan and exposed his collarbone easily.

The bottoms were what almost looked like boxers at first glimpse but looking closer, you could see a black bow to tie the waist with black lace around the legs, giving it an overall cute appearance as.

The outfit easily exposed his bellybutton and the hardened muscles the Jedi had trained into and yet somehow made him seem slightly softer, as if Obi-Wan was wearing shorts and crop top.

A safe pick, Anakin’s subconscious mind supplied as the rest of Anakin wasn’t thinking properly. A pick that could be explained since Obi-Wan was still so shy about the things he liked to wear.

If something were to happen, if the Jedi’s clothes were to be ripped or otherwise the Jedi were exposed, Obi-Wan could leave the top behind, making it seem like a slightly odd pick but not too odd for a male to wear.

‘…Wait, where… he doesn’t have a pubic trail?!’ Anakin suddenly noticed, staring at where he knew the other had one before.

Had Obi-Wan shaved it?

Looking up when Obi-Wan cleared his throat, Anakin swallowed heavily as he stared at the others flushed face, Obi-Wan clearly fighting the urge to fidget in front of Anakin. “I… do you like it? Its not too much, is it?” Obi-Wan questioned bashfully.

‘Oh no, oh no.’ Anakin’s mind scrambled.

He must have been staring for a long time, long enough for Obi-Wan to become uncertain and now he confidence was slipping.

He must have been gathering it to come out and show Anakin and… Force kark it!

“You look lovely,” Anakin rasped out, moving over to the other as if enthralled.

His hands moved on auto and thankfully Obi-Wan didn’t try to escape as his right hand found a strap, gently teasing the silky but stretchy fabric with a fingertip. His left found the top of the shorts, running his palm slowly over the smooth as water pink fabric. “Just… beautiful.” Anakin breathed out, unable to resist stroking the fabric between his hands, feeling the difference in silk and lace and how warm it was pressed to Obi-Wan’s skin.

“Anakin…” Obi-Wan mumbled, hands raised to his flushed cheeks, the color peeking out from under his beard

Catching the others eyes, Anakin hoped he properly convened just how much he meant what he said. “You’re the most beautiful Jedi in the entire galaxy master, I hope you know that.” He stated earnestly, smiling slightly when a bashful smile crossed the others lips, even as Obi-Wan let out a shy noise and covered his eyes with his hands.

‘Just… exquisite. He’s exquisite when he’s happy,’ Anakin continued smiling to himself as whatever embarrassment Obi-Wan was feeling, it was not enough to wipe away the smile he himself had. ‘Please master, just continue to smile. That’s all I really want from you. That you smile.’

In Snow white purity, we left off with Obi crying on Anakin’s shoulder because he was accepted. Can we get Obi-wan calming down and suddenly wondering WHY Anakin would by him something so intimate? Or asking about the bralette and Anakin trying to explain without terrifying his poor master.

Posted on juni 9, 2020 av swmoddy

Swallowing thickly, his hands clenched into his padawan’s shirt, Obi-Wan finally took a long, shaking breath, feeling a bit humiliated.

His face was so hot and his eyes were sore from the tears and yet at the same time he felt a wary sense of relief as he pressed his face to Anakin’s shoulder.

Welcoming, warm arms were still wrapped tightly around him, Obi-Wan feeling Anakin occasionally shift his hands to rub lightly at Obi-Wan’s back, rubbing the romper silky fabric against Obi-Wan’s back.

Finally, Obi-Wan let out a sharp, shuddering breath and pulled back, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his palms.

Force, his eyes felt hot and sore but he still shakily forced himself to look Anakin in the eyes, smiling shakily as the blond peered worriedly back at him.

The demure, shaking but genuine smile however got him to smile again. “Better master? Calmer?” He questioned quietly, worry clearly oozing of the man.

Nodding, Obi-Wan ran a shaking hand through his hair, shifting uncertainly as he glanced at the still Force hovering clothes.

Staring at them, Obi-Wan swallowed a bit before looking back to Anakin. “How did you…” Pausing, Obi-Wan swallowed again as his voice was gruff from crying, huffing thickly when Anakin raised confused brows. “How did you know I was wearing… this?” He plucked at the chest of his cream colored romper.

Anakin blinked then went a bit wide eyed, pink flushing up his tanned skin, his cheeks turning a delightful shade of light pink.

Narrowing his eyes, Obi-Wan pursed his lips, despite still shaking slightly. “Anaaaaakin…” He drew out the others name.

Raising his hands, Anakin smiled sheepishly and a bit nervously. “Okay, so before you get upset with me master, I was worried. I thought maybe you were experiencing a backlash from the ritual.” He stated quickly, almost tripping over his own words.

Deliberating briefly, automatically going to tuck his hands into his ‘sleeves’ and wrapping a hand around each elbow, Obi-Wan nodded. “Continue.” He stated quietly.

Anakin paused, glancing down at Obi-Wan’s hands at his elbows with an odd look on his still pink face, only snapping out of it when Obi-Wan raised his brow. “I may have snuck into your room while you were out and poked around.” He admitted, shamefaced as he raised a hand and rubbed at the back of his neck, braid rocking along his tunic at the move.

Hands dropping along with his jaw, Obi-Wan stared at the other before spluttering, any and all decorum left behind.

Flinching, Anakin nodded. “I know, it was bad of me. A terrible invasion of privacy and I was really guilty about it afterward,” He bit his lower lip hard before taking a deep breath. “I wanted to apologize after I realized what was going on but I was also…” He paused.

Licking his lips, shaking his head slowly while staring at his padawan, Obi-Wan huffed. “We… We will be speaking about the breech of privacy and trust that was padawan,” He stated sternly, pressing his lips together when Anakin winced.

But his padawan nodded meekly, clasping his hands in front of him as he mutely dropped his eyes to the floor.

He reminded Obi-Wan of a scolded puppy caught doing something bad, like ripping up a pair of shoes.

Reluctantly, the image of Anakin with floppy ears and a tail tucked between his legs, made Obi-Wan’s lips twitch.

Reaching out, he caught Anakin’s lightly decorated braid, giving it a playful tug.

It prompted Anakin to look up from the floor, giving Obi-Wan a wide eyed look, full of hope and concern.

“…But thank you Anakin… for…” Obi-Wan glanced at the clothes, taking in the lingerie with a growing smile. “For accepting all of me.” He finished, voice soft.

Slowly, stepping closer, Anakin held up his arms with a hopeful smile.

Huffing softly, Obi-Wan stepped into the circle of the others arms, the braid still held in his hand, the lightly decorated braid a silky thing in his grasp.

Anakin had never really been one for braid decorations despite earning his skills but the colored threads but in that moment, Obi-Wan wanted to get the other a bead for the end of the braid.

Something pretty.

Something from Obi-Wan.

“Of course Obi-Wan… I’ll always accept all of you.” Anakin whispered quietly, his lips brushing Obi-Wan’s temple before he rested his cheek against the temple.

‘When did you get so tall?’ Obi-Wan mused quietly, letting himself draw comfort from the other for once as he rested his cheek on his padawan’s shoulder, eyeing the blue babydoll button up hovering in the air as Anakin held him tightly.

An idea occurred to him and feeling bold, Obi-Wan licked his lips before speaking. “…Do you want to see me in the outfit you bought?” Obi-Wan murmured, his heart rate picking up as Anakin was suddenly crushing him to his chest.

‘What is he thinking? What will he say?’ Beyond the nervous pulse in his ears, Obi-Wan could feel the thrum of excitement as he waited for Anakin’s answer, trying not to think about how indecent the entire situation was.

Obi-Wan opening Anakin’s gift in snowwhitepurity?!

Posted on mai 4, 2020 av swmoddy

A warm hand was resting on the small of his back, Anakin’s breath still washing over his ear and the back of his neck as pressure was gently applied and Obi-Wan automatically stumbled forward on what felt like coltish, awkward legs.

His mind felt a bit static and his body heavy but he obeyed without really thinking, moving to the bed and reaching with a shaking hand to the black bag.

The solid feeling of it in his hand brought him back and he turned his head, a vulnerable look on his face as he stared at Anakin’s expecting and smug face.

Whatever look he was sporting, his stomach twisting, it softened Anakin instantly. His padawan instantly reached up and brushed his knuckles over Obi-Wan’s cheek. “It’s alright master, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He murmured.

‘Nothing? I’m standing here with-with the evidence of my deviancy in my hand and my own padawan knows what I am doing!’ Obi-Wan’s mind couldn’t help but hysterically point out.

He didn’t say it thought as Anakin reached down and gently bumped his knuckles against Obi-Wan’s hand holding the bag. “Open it. I got it for you. I had to go to a lower level store.” He stated, excited returning.

It made Obi-Wan pause a bit, because it didn’t sound like Anakin knew that Obi-Wan already went to the same store.

Swallowing down his shame and shock, Obi-Wan slowly reached into the bag, feeling something soft and silky.

Actually, several somethings.

Anakin had gotten Obi-Wan several things.

Glancing at the other once more, finding Anakin switching between looking at him and looking at the bag with obvious excitement and eagerness, Obi-Wan felt a bit of his shame settle.

Anakin didn’t seem disgusted?

Slowly, he withdrew the first item, the sensation of the fabric telling him it was chiffon.

It was a babydoll button up and Obi-Wan stared at the sheer chiffon, blinking at it.

He didn’t have this kind and it was obviously meant as nightwear.

Carefully he settled it over his other arm holding the bag then reached back into it, pulling out another item.

Boyshorts, pale blue, cute with little lace trimming in white, they were cute looking and looked like they should fit Obi-Wan, which wasn’t shocking. Anakin had picked up Obi-Wan’s clothes order from the quarter master before, he’d seen Obi-Wan’s size requirement.

The third item proved to be a bralette and that was the only thing that puzzled Obi-Wan a bit, the Jedi pausing to rub the fabric between his fingers a bit.

“They’re already clean master.” Anakin suddenly announced, bringing Obi-Wan’s attention back to him.

“I’m sorry?” He rasped out.

Blue eyes once more turned soft, the hand in the small of his back rubbing gently and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but wonder what Anakin was seeing to put him in that mood. “They’re clean, you can put them on now. I had them washed before I placed them on your bed.” He explained in a low, intimate tone.

‘He wants me to wear them.’ Obi-Wan swallowed, glancing at the chiffon babydoll.

It did look pretty.

Slowly he nodded, letting out a low noise as Anakin turned him around, the removal of his hand from Obi-Wan’s lower back leaving him a bit cold.

Eager hands started at Obi-Wan’s belt, Anakin glancing up often for permission as he started to divest his master for clothes. Obi-Wan didn’t stop him, anxieties and excitement spurring him on, the Jedi master opting to watch his padawan closely for a sign of disgust or cruel amusement.

He only glimpsed excitement and something softer.

His tunic open, the romper he was wearing came into sight, Anakin pausing to inspect what little he could see before he reached out and carefully picked the gift off Obi-Wan’s arm, suspending it in the air in a show of frivolous Force use and yet any scolding had turned to ash on Obi-Wan’s tongue as Anakin removed his tunic and set it aside on Obi-Wan’s dresser.

Anakin flickered his eyes over the top of the cream romper again, a huff of air escaping him. “I was right… you do look lovely in these master.” He murmured, tongue darting out to lick over his lips.

‘He doesn’t think I’m disgusting… he doesn’t think I’m a deviant pervert… he thinks I look good.’ Obi-Wan embarrassingly felt the press of tears at the back of his eyes and before he knew it, a low, grating sob escaped the back of his throat.

Panic echoed in blue eyes but before Anakin could react, Obi-Wan threw his arms around the taller man and pulled him into a hug, holding on tight as he shook through his sobs.

It was shocking how much the idea of Anakin discovering and hating Obi-Wan for his like had grated but to know that Anakin not only accepted but liked it?

It was filling him with relief, with joy and Obi-Wan couldn’t find it in him to stop crying as arms came slowly around him to hug tightly in return, Anakin whispering quiet nonsense with his lips to Obi-Wan’s temple.

Anakin accepted him.

Snow White purity. Does Anakin walk in on Obi-Wan wearing that pretty getup?

Posted on mars 30, 2020 av swmoddy

Biting his lower lip, Obi-Wan ran his hands along the chemise he had
finally settled on buying, staring at himself in the mirror he had
bought just to get a good look at himself.

It
seemed extremely vain of him, buying a full length mirror but he had
just… he just wanted to see himself!

It
wasn’t the Naboo set he had been drawn in by and that Shay had let
him try on but the Alderaan royal, a spaghetti strapped chemise in a
deep violet with golden thread stitching of thrantas, which made it
into an Alderaan outfit, flying along the along the hem.

The
hem itself was resting on the top of his thighs, showing of the silky
matching underwear.

Staring
at himself in the mirror, Obi-Wan let out a slightly breathless
laugh.

He
felt gorgeous. For the first time in a very long time,
not since he was a teenager, he actually felt pretty.

Maybe
he should feel ashamed but Shay had reassured him that there were
many people that wore things like this under their clothes. Hell,
from what Shay had implied, Obi-Wan wasn’t the first Jedi that had
stumbled over the shop.

‘And
no one has to know…’ Obi-Wan reminded himself, reaching for his
leggings on his bed.

He
could wear all these frilly, lacy and silky things beneath his normal
wear, no one had to know what kind of underwear he preferred though
he would need to wear normal things for missions. One could never
know when clothes got ruined or you’d have to share extremely close
quarters with whoever you were with.

You
often saw your mission partners naked and Obi-Wan had one horrifying
memory of Yoda’s wrinkled butt.

Now
that had been a mission seared into his brain forever, the horrifying
image of a green, wrinkled prune of a butt hobbling into a fresher.

Don’t
get him wrong, it was bound to happen, witnessing an old butt with
how tight accommodations were on missions but Obi-Wan did wish it
wasn’t Yoda’s butt.

And as
far as he knew, he was the only Jedi to witness that horror.

Quinlan
and Qui-Gon had brought him several drinks, the latter more amused at
the horror while the former was sympathetic and also horrified.

Sufficient
to say, this closeness meant that Obi-Wan would not be wearing any
lace or silk on mission, leaving his pretty getup at home.

But
here, at home and maybe on lavish missions potentially though most
likely not, Obi-Wan would be allowed to wear all the silk and pretty
things he wanted.

Underneath
the tunic and leggings.

Turning
back to the full length mirror, Obi-Wan stared at himself, his cheeks
flushing dark underneath his beard even as he beamed at himself.

He
didn’t look any different.

Maybe
a bit disheveled and yet still Master Kenobi, tunic, high collar
shirt, tabards, sash and tunic, just a standard Jedi to anyone
looking at him.

Nothing
special.

And
yet every time he moved, Obi-Wan felt special and almost like he was
walking on air as he made his way out of his room while pushing his
hair out of his face.

His
door swished open and he stepped out and catching sight of his
padawan sitting on the couch, focused on something in his lap. “Hello
Anakin.” He chirped out

The
blond jumped a bit in surprise, turning quickly on the couch to blink
at him.“Hi master,” He trailed a bit off, staring at him. “Are
you feeling alright?” Anakin questioned hesitantly, watching
Obi-Wan come around the couch to settle down.

Glancing
down at the others lap, finding a homework pad, Obi-Wan smiled as he
felt the glide of silk against his skin as he settled against the
back of the couch. “I’m feeling marvelous padawan.” He
sighed happily, closing his eyes as he relaxed.

Missing
Anakin staring at him in both bewilderment and hesitant joy.

Bilde | Posted on oktober 13, 2018 av swmoddy

mirrorworldangel:

Right now its 1 a.m. and i got school tomorrow but instead i am fan squealling accomplishing what i had been in my mind for three months.

@swpromptsandasks once said about Obi Wan in a black dress, so i made one.

Obi Wan is assigned in an undercover mission where he has to disguise as a woman in a party. Since I can’t draw a beard to save a life and some of my friends would open my book to see my artwork, let’s just say he shaved his beard to look the part.

Qui-gon, you lucky bastard for having the most attractive ex-padawan-turned-lover/husband in a dress.

Simply to say, the Jedi need to send another jedi pair for the job.

Bilde | Posted on oktober 13, 2018 av swmoddy

mirrorworldangel:

Right now its 1 a.m. and i got school tomorrow but instead i am fan squealling accomplishing what i had been in my mind for three months.

@swpromptsandasks once said about Obi Wan in a black dress, so i made one.

Obi Wan is assigned in an undercover mission where he has to disguise as a woman in a party. Since I can’t draw a beard to save a life and some of my friends would open my book to see my artwork, let’s just say he shaved his beard to look the part.

Qui-gon, you lucky bastard for having the most attractive ex-padawan-turned-lover/husband in a dress.

Simply to say, the Jedi need to send another jedi pair for the job.

So how about something mildly racy with Obi-Wan in panties, Obikin perhaps?

Posted on november 9, 2017 av swmoddy

Staring at the other man for in stunned disbelief, Anakin finally
took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen slowly. “Obi-Wan,
what in all Force names are you wearing?” He questioned, voice
perhaps a tiny bit squeaky.

The redhead looked up from where he was pouring himself a cup of tea,
blinking a bit where he stood in front of the kitchen counter wearing
his thin shift tunic that stopped a bit below his waist and under
that a pair of pastel purple silky panties with tiny lace decorations
at the top and around each leg that outlined his rear perfectly,
showcasing the pertness of it along with the muscular build from
years of exercise had given him. “Underwear?” He questioned back
since that was clearly what the blond was referring to. “Also good
morning Anakin.” He frowned.

“Yes, right, good morning but why are you wearing those
kinds of underwear?” Anakin spluttered

Staring at Anakin for a long moment Obi-Wan finally looked down at
the lacy underwear he was wearing before giving a shrug. “I like to
feel pretty too sometimes.” He shrugged and took a sip of his tea.
“And these do make me feel pretty. And they’re very comfortable.”
He added on quietly with a touch of a blush climbing his ears and
neck.

Catching the blush, Anakin rubbed the back of his neck and gave the
other a new once over, a small smile twitching onto his lips.
“…Yeah okay, they do make you look rather pretty I will admit
that Obi-Wan.” He chuckled faintly. “I was just surprised, I mean
I never seen you wear… well this before.”

The other shrugged a bit, hiding a pleased yet shy smile into his
cup. “Well I couldn’t exactly parade around in my underwear in
front of my very young padawan.”

“You did in your boxers.” Anakin pointed out as he poured himself
a glass of juice before grabbing the cheese to make himself an open
faced sandwich with plenty of cheese and hopefully some leftover
meat.

“That’s different, the fabric is loser and they looked more like
shorts.” Obi-Wan shrugged, pretending not to notice Anakin
examining his legs slowly even as the knight was putting his own
breakfast together.

Honestly it was a bit flattering how Anakin eyes sparked with
approval as they roved the pale legs covered in a sparse layer of red
hairs, blue eyes darkening a bit at the strong nude legs.

Curious, Obi-Wan flexed them a bit and hid his grin into his cup once
again when it made Anakin bite his lips with the start of a flush
appearing in the others cheeks.

And then Anakin’s gaze raised higher, watching how the panties
framed Obi-Wan’s rear, showcased the shape and put pale skin on
display.

“I guess.” Anakin finally said and oh Force was his voice a
little bit husky?

Now there was something Obi-Wan hadn’t expected and he felt a
responding twitch in his own underwear.

Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan ignored the sensation as he hummed
softly, watching the sunrise instead.

Thankfully, Anakin said nothing more and once his cup was empty,
Obi-Wan slipped to his room to finish dressing, appearing back in the
quarters as the fully respectable Jedi master in leggings, tunic and
tabards in pale tans and brown.

Only he and Anakin knew the truth of what was under there and Obi-Wan
could feel Anakin’s eyes on him even as he pulled on his boots and
headed out for a council meeting.

Force, it felt like those eyes were trying to burn through his
clothes and it made Obi-Wan feel a tiny bit smug.