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If you’re still considering an epilogue for crossedoutname (as you indicated in your last post for it) might I suggest a proper wedding, bringing obi-wan into the marriage. Big, ostentatious, and tentatively happy? (if padawan!anakin got another glimpse in to see the wedding and mourned his old master, finally accepting that he was never going to see him again, that would be deliciously painful as well)

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There’s a moment where Anakin fears that he can’t get the machine
to work, can’t get to see Obi-Wan at least one more time and his
time sneaking the parts to make his own and borrowing the artifact
holocron has all been for naught.

And then it lights up, slowly, the image a lot more wobbly and grainy
then it was up in the council chamber then in Anakin’s quarters.

Its Obi-Wan his master though and Anakin can’t help but feel relief
because despite the graininess of the image Obi-Wan looks healthy.

He actually looks a bit fluffy in a way that indicates he’s been
eating well with a sort of radiance around him that…

He looks beautiful.

Sitting in front of a vanity, cursing as he tries to fix a head wear
made of pearls and black little gems, looking frustrated until the
door opens and Padme stands there. The Empress looks amused before
she crosses to Obi-Wan and gently helps him settle it correctly.
“You’re late.” She murmured.

“I know, I’m sorry but the outfit was really elaborate.”
Obi-Wan apologized, before standing and smoothing down the white
outfit with little silver embroideries.

Anakin frowned to himself, the outfit, it looked…

Padme laughed softly and pecked Obi-Wan lightly on the lips, smiling
at him. “Oh Obi-Wan, I told you to let the handmaidens help you for
a reason. Now we’re late for our own wedding and Anakin is going to
be a very impatient man.” She teased.

Anakin felt his jaw drop. ‘He’s getting married? Master Obi-Wan
is… getting married to…’ He stared at the image, watched
Obi-Wan fluster a bit before he laughed a bashful little laugh.

“I know, I’m sorry but perhaps we should hurry then?” He
suggested.

Padme raised her chin at that. “A Empress is not late and does not
hurry, and neither does the Empress consort.” She gently patted him
on the cheek before holding up her arm. Taking the hint, Obi-Wan
quickly brought her arm into the crook of his, leaving the room
through the hall.

‘He’s getting married…’ Anakin watched until the two reached
Anakin of the other world with the golden eyes.

And then he let it go, burying his face in his knees as hot tears
escaped him.

Because his master was never going to come back to him.

()()()

Sore and achy, Obi-Wan lifted his head off the silky pillows in
confusion as he squinted at the morning light filing in through the
window over the bed.

For a moment he couldn’t remember…

And then an arm tightened around his waist, Obi-Wan tilting his head
to peer down at Padme curled up to his chest with Anakin against her
back again, spooning her between the two males. All three of them
were covered in hickies and little bites and…

Oh right.

Obi-Wan flushed a bit before smiling and settling back down against
the soft covers of their bed, breathing out a small, tired sigh of
contentment as he let the sun heat his body.

‘Making a new life… slowly. Steadily…’ He reminded himself
and snuggled closer to Padme and buried his nose in her hair as he
reminded himself that this universe was where he now belonged and
lived.

He could be happy here… he could make a difference here and be
happy.

If you’re still considering an epilogue for crossedoutname (as you indicated in your last post for it) might I suggest a proper wedding, bringing obi-wan into the marriage. Big, ostentatious, and tentatively happy? (if padawan!anakin got another glimpse in to see the wedding and mourned his old master, finally accepting that he was never going to see him again, that would be deliciously painful as well)

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There’s a moment where Anakin fears that he can’t get the machine
to work, can’t get to see Obi-Wan at least one more time and his
time sneaking the parts to make his own and borrowing the artifact
holocron has all been for naught.

And then it lights up, slowly, the image a lot more wobbly and grainy
then it was up in the council chamber then in Anakin’s quarters.

Its Obi-Wan his master though and Anakin can’t help but feel relief
because despite the graininess of the image Obi-Wan looks healthy.

He actually looks a bit fluffy in a way that indicates he’s been
eating well with a sort of radiance around him that…

He looks beautiful.

Sitting in front of a vanity, cursing as he tries to fix a head wear
made of pearls and black little gems, looking frustrated until the
door opens and Padme stands there. The Empress looks amused before
she crosses to Obi-Wan and gently helps him settle it correctly.
“You’re late.” She murmured.

“I know, I’m sorry but the outfit was really elaborate.”
Obi-Wan apologized, before standing and smoothing down the white
outfit with little silver embroideries.

Anakin frowned to himself, the outfit, it looked…

Padme laughed softly and pecked Obi-Wan lightly on the lips, smiling
at him. “Oh Obi-Wan, I told you to let the handmaidens help you for
a reason. Now we’re late for our own wedding and Anakin is going to
be a very impatient man.” She teased.

Anakin felt his jaw drop. ‘He’s getting married? Master Obi-Wan
is… getting married to…’ He stared at the image, watched
Obi-Wan fluster a bit before he laughed a bashful little laugh.

“I know, I’m sorry but perhaps we should hurry then?” He
suggested.

Padme raised her chin at that. “A Empress is not late and does not
hurry, and neither does the Empress consort.” She gently patted him
on the cheek before holding up her arm. Taking the hint, Obi-Wan
quickly brought her arm into the crook of his, leaving the room
through the hall.

‘He’s getting married…’ Anakin watched until the two reached
Anakin of the other world with the golden eyes.

And then he let it go, burying his face in his knees as hot tears
escaped him.

Because his master was never going to come back to him.

()()()

Sore and achy, Obi-Wan lifted his head off the silky pillows in
confusion as he squinted at the morning light filing in through the
window over the bed.

For a moment he couldn’t remember…

And then an arm tightened around his waist, Obi-Wan tilting his head
to peer down at Padme curled up to his chest with Anakin against her
back again, spooning her between the two males. All three of them
were covered in hickies and little bites and…

Oh right.

Obi-Wan flushed a bit before smiling and settling back down against
the soft covers of their bed, breathing out a small, tired sigh of
contentment as he let the sun heat his body.

‘Making a new life… slowly. Steadily…’ He reminded himself
and snuggled closer to Padme and buried his nose in her hair as he
reminded himself that this universe was where he now belonged and
lived.

He could be happy here… he could make a difference here and be
happy.

Crossed-out name verse: Anakin and other Jedi know Obi-Wan is not dead and desperately try to find out what happened to make him disappear. Through a holocron or the artifact that he touched they find out just where Obi-Wan went, what kind of position he is in, and the fact that he will not be coming home. Sorry if you have seen this prompt but I haven’t seen it on your can’t/won’t prompt list so Tumblr might have eaten it.

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“It should work as long as we power it up carefully. I mean I
guess…sort of.” Anakin licked his lips then shrugged at their
looks. “Its the best I can do masters. I can’t really say I
understand it, even Madam Nu was very skeptical to some of the
translations.”

Grumbling, Mace rubbed his head before nodding. “Alright,
carefully. Show us how Padawan.”

Glancing at the machine that held the holocron Obi-Wan had touched
before he disappeared, Anakin took a deep breath and focused on it,
slowly feeding Force into the machine to power it up.

Around him, the council members watched closely from their chairs.

Slowly, they joined him, the machine growing brighter and brighter
with Anakin’s bond to his master as the guidance.

There was a sharp, whistle like noise before the holocron opened,
light sprawling out of it before focusing upwards into a circular
pool that turned translucent and then seemingly solid. Anakin stared
still focusing power into the machine as things and beings started to
come into focus.

And there Obi-Wan was, his master looked a bit scorched and was
followed by a man in white and blue armor though the helmet kept them
from seeing his features.

He looked…

He looked healthy.

Thank the Force.

Anakin had felt nothing but worries since his master had disappeared
and to know he was healthy from the looks of it was lightening his
heart.

The man stepped into what was clearly a medbay, looking around
quickly before making his way to…

“Is that me?” Anakin blinked, his focus wobbling for a moment and
therefor the image disturbed like someone threw a pebble into a pond
before it cleared back to Obi-Wan standing by the bedside of the
other Anakin, a woman who was clearly Padme beside him.

“I’m not sure what you want me to say Anakin but we cleared the
decks, no other sabotage to be found… Empress.” Obi-Wan’s voice
washed over them as he bowed lightly to Padme who smiled at him.

“And we’re grateful for your vigilance. Now sit down, you look
exhausted.”

Obi-Wan hesitated at the invitation.

Padme raised her hand to him, on the back of her hand Anakin’s name
was written in a clear crisp writing. “Your our third. You have
just as much right to be here as I do…” She grasped his sleeve
and tugged it, smiling warmly when Obi-Wan slowly did sit down. “This
is where you belong… Captain Rex, please go take your own rest,
have a standard rotation of guards going.” She turned to the man in
armor.

Obi-Wan looked uncomfortable for a moment even as the armor man
responded to Empress Amidala before he settled, peering at Anakin who
looked older and also rough worn, resting from what must have been a
battle.

He tensed up a bit when Padme reached up and cupped his head with one
hand, pulling his head to rest on her shoulder but allowed it, slowly
settling. “…This is all wrong.” He sighed.

“This is where you are now.” She countered before lifting her
hands to show both to him, on the back of each were Obi-Wan and
Anakin’s names. “This is where you belong. I know you come from a
different place, I know that there is no soul mates there. But your
name is written on the back of my hands and I wake up thinking of
both you and Anakin. As far as we know, there is no way for you to go
back and our names have appeared on your body.” She took the hand
with Obi-Wan’s name and placed it on his chest. “…Why not make
home here?” She questioned softly.

“…Beguiling words, I will admit you have a way with words.”
Obi-Wan laughed tiredly before sighing. “…But you do have a
point. There might be no way home for me.” He closed his eyes and
let himself be pillowed on Padme’s shoulder.

He looked worn, exhausted and on the verge of taking a final
decision.

It hurt and Anakin lost all focus as the holocron closed itself,
firmly ending the connection.

“…At least we know he’s alive.” Windu murmured as the
councilors sat back tiredly in their chairs.

Anakin just stared at the spot where Obi-Wan had been, heart racing.

Crossed-out name verse: Anakin and other Jedi know Obi-Wan is not dead and desperately try to find out what happened to make him disappear. Through a holocron or the artifact that he touched they find out just where Obi-Wan went, what kind of position he is in, and the fact that he will not be coming home. Sorry if you have seen this prompt but I haven’t seen it on your can’t/won’t prompt list so Tumblr might have eaten it.

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“It should work as long as we power it up carefully. I mean I
guess…sort of.” Anakin licked his lips then shrugged at their
looks. “Its the best I can do masters. I can’t really say I
understand it, even Madam Nu was very skeptical to some of the
translations.”

Grumbling, Mace rubbed his head before nodding. “Alright,
carefully. Show us how Padawan.”

Glancing at the machine that held the holocron Obi-Wan had touched
before he disappeared, Anakin took a deep breath and focused on it,
slowly feeding Force into the machine to power it up.

Around him, the council members watched closely from their chairs.

Slowly, they joined him, the machine growing brighter and brighter
with Anakin’s bond to his master as the guidance.

There was a sharp, whistle like noise before the holocron opened,
light sprawling out of it before focusing upwards into a circular
pool that turned translucent and then seemingly solid. Anakin stared
still focusing power into the machine as things and beings started to
come into focus.

And there Obi-Wan was, his master looked a bit scorched and was
followed by a man in white and blue armor though the helmet kept them
from seeing his features.

He looked…

He looked healthy.

Thank the Force.

Anakin had felt nothing but worries since his master had disappeared
and to know he was healthy from the looks of it was lightening his
heart.

The man stepped into what was clearly a medbay, looking around
quickly before making his way to…

“Is that me?” Anakin blinked, his focus wobbling for a moment and
therefor the image disturbed like someone threw a pebble into a pond
before it cleared back to Obi-Wan standing by the bedside of the
other Anakin, a woman who was clearly Padme beside him.

“I’m not sure what you want me to say Anakin but we cleared the
decks, no other sabotage to be found… Empress.” Obi-Wan’s voice
washed over them as he bowed lightly to Padme who smiled at him.

“And we’re grateful for your vigilance. Now sit down, you look
exhausted.”

Obi-Wan hesitated at the invitation.

Padme raised her hand to him, on the back of her hand Anakin’s name
was written in a clear crisp writing. “Your our third. You have
just as much right to be here as I do…” She grasped his sleeve
and tugged it, smiling warmly when Obi-Wan slowly did sit down. “This
is where you belong… Captain Rex, please go take your own rest,
have a standard rotation of guards going.” She turned to the man in
armor.

Obi-Wan looked uncomfortable for a moment even as the armor man
responded to Empress Amidala before he settled, peering at Anakin who
looked older and also rough worn, resting from what must have been a
battle.

He tensed up a bit when Padme reached up and cupped his head with one
hand, pulling his head to rest on her shoulder but allowed it, slowly
settling. “…This is all wrong.” He sighed.

“This is where you are now.” She countered before lifting her
hands to show both to him, on the back of each were Obi-Wan and
Anakin’s names. “This is where you belong. I know you come from a
different place, I know that there is no soul mates there. But your
name is written on the back of my hands and I wake up thinking of
both you and Anakin. As far as we know, there is no way for you to go
back and our names have appeared on your body.” She took the hand
with Obi-Wan’s name and placed it on his chest. “…Why not make
home here?” She questioned softly.

“…Beguiling words, I will admit you have a way with words.”
Obi-Wan laughed tiredly before sighing. “…But you do have a
point. There might be no way home for me.” He closed his eyes and
let himself be pillowed on Padme’s shoulder.

He looked worn, exhausted and on the verge of taking a final
decision.

It hurt and Anakin lost all focus as the holocron closed itself,
firmly ending the connection.

“…At least we know he’s alive.” Windu murmured as the
councilors sat back tiredly in their chairs.

Anakin just stared at the spot where Obi-Wan had been, heart racing.

In crossed out name, Vader finds out the hard way that Obi-Wan is a warrior

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The plasma burned so bad and Anakin snarled into the earth filling
his mouth and nostrils, mind spinning dazedly before he managed to
lift his head, the scrap of golden red dress in his line of sight.
“…Padme…” He hissed painfully before pushing himself up only
to collapse again.

He could already tell that several troopers had meet their end,
laying in twisted piles around the exploded ship they had been about
to board.

A peace mission had required Padme’s personal touch as the Empress
and so they had all gone, Ahsoka in charge back home with her usual
retinue of squads.

Obi-Wan had seemed so happy to be able to travel, to see more…

And all Padme and Anakin wanted to do was indulge him his little
exploration as he effortlessly negotiated with the tribes…

And then their ship blew up, clearly sabotaged to take out the royal
family by whatever faction objects to them now. Fuck and double fuck.

For a moment Anakin’s head was painfully full of just blackness and
pain before he jerked too again, desperately looking around once
again but this time for their third.

He can’t see Padme and he can’t see Obi-Wan but he can feel both
in the Force but he needs to…

A blaster bolt impacts where his hand was moment before, spraying up
dirt and Anakin snarled and tried to roll himself onto his side so he
could get up only to once again collapse.

And then came the blissful sound of a lightsaber filling the air,
Obi-Wan, bloody and clearly scorched but alive as he jumped over the
blond to deflect several blaster shots.

The redhead’s face was a tight mask, but focused and alert as he
speaks into his comms to the spare guards.

Its the last Anakin sees before he passes out, Obi-Wan with his
saber, ready to defend and fight.

He wakes up again to a sterile smell and a quiet sound of droids and
troopers.

Forcing his eyes open gains him his empress who is sitting by his
seat with bacta patches on her face and arms.

Obi-Wan is nowhere in sight but Padme’s comm chimes and its Obi-Wan
on the other side of it.

“As far as I can tell, there’s no other surprises left and it was
a minor group that attacked us that got lucky. How is Anakin?”
Comes the redhead’s voice, warm and worried.

“The medic says he’ll be fine though he’ll need therapy for the
plasma burns he suffered and regrowth of muscles of his legs.”
Padme returned, sighing heavily before looking at the blond. “…He’s
also awake right now.” She smiled in relief, reaching out and
cupping Anakin’s cheek.

Obi-Wan’s breath of relief came through the comms. “I-I…I see,
I’ll come by in a few moments, I’m on the lower deck with Rex and
his squad at the moment. Obi-Wan out.” He cut the connection.

Anakin gave Padme a wry grin. “We got a warrior third.” He
singsonged.

“And you’re very high at the moment Ani love.” She returned,
smiling softly down at him while Anakin snuggled down into the bed
with a big grin. “Very very high.”

Anakin just giggled a bit, high as he was.

In crossed out name, Vader finds out the hard way that Obi-Wan is a warrior

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The plasma burned so bad and Anakin snarled into the earth filling
his mouth and nostrils, mind spinning dazedly before he managed to
lift his head, the scrap of golden red dress in his line of sight.
“…Padme…” He hissed painfully before pushing himself up only
to collapse again.

He could already tell that several troopers had meet their end,
laying in twisted piles around the exploded ship they had been about
to board.

A peace mission had required Padme’s personal touch as the Empress
and so they had all gone, Ahsoka in charge back home with her usual
retinue of squads.

Obi-Wan had seemed so happy to be able to travel, to see more…

And all Padme and Anakin wanted to do was indulge him his little
exploration as he effortlessly negotiated with the tribes…

And then their ship blew up, clearly sabotaged to take out the royal
family by whatever faction objects to them now. Fuck and double fuck.

For a moment Anakin’s head was painfully full of just blackness and
pain before he jerked too again, desperately looking around once
again but this time for their third.

He can’t see Padme and he can’t see Obi-Wan but he can feel both
in the Force but he needs to…

A blaster bolt impacts where his hand was moment before, spraying up
dirt and Anakin snarled and tried to roll himself onto his side so he
could get up only to once again collapse.

And then came the blissful sound of a lightsaber filling the air,
Obi-Wan, bloody and clearly scorched but alive as he jumped over the
blond to deflect several blaster shots.

The redhead’s face was a tight mask, but focused and alert as he
speaks into his comms to the spare guards.

Its the last Anakin sees before he passes out, Obi-Wan with his
saber, ready to defend and fight.

He wakes up again to a sterile smell and a quiet sound of droids and
troopers.

Forcing his eyes open gains him his empress who is sitting by his
seat with bacta patches on her face and arms.

Obi-Wan is nowhere in sight but Padme’s comm chimes and its Obi-Wan
on the other side of it.

“As far as I can tell, there’s no other surprises left and it was
a minor group that attacked us that got lucky. How is Anakin?”
Comes the redhead’s voice, warm and worried.

“The medic says he’ll be fine though he’ll need therapy for the
plasma burns he suffered and regrowth of muscles of his legs.”
Padme returned, sighing heavily before looking at the blond. “…He’s
also awake right now.” She smiled in relief, reaching out and
cupping Anakin’s cheek.

Obi-Wan’s breath of relief came through the comms. “I-I…I see,
I’ll come by in a few moments, I’m on the lower deck with Rex and
his squad at the moment. Obi-Wan out.” He cut the connection.

Anakin gave Padme a wry grin. “We got a warrior third.” He
singsonged.

“And you’re very high at the moment Ani love.” She returned,
smiling softly down at him while Anakin snuggled down into the bed
with a big grin. “Very very high.”

Anakin just giggled a bit, high as he was.

In crossed out lines, Obi-Wan starts working out to remove his «plush» so he’ll be prepared when he finds a way home. Vader and the Empress realize how cute Obi-Wan when he is at a fit, but healthy weight. Vader discovers he enjoys sparring with Obi-Wan and the Empress discovers his great negotiation skills.

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It was good to get into a normal schedule again Obi-Wan had to admit,
the sensation of sweat rolling down his body and his breath short
from a good workout that left his muscles warm and faintly aching.

Anakin had been kind enough to show him the way to the exercise room
in the palace and given Obi-Wan the keycard that would get him basic
access to all common facilities of the palace.

To be fair, Padme had dropped her glass when Anakin had given it to
the Jedi, slapped a hand to her face and mumbled about knowing she
had forgotten SOMETHING.

It was nice to see those two were just as human as Obi-Wan despite
being rulers of a galaxy. And it gave Obi-Wan the space and ability
to properly exercise in case he found a way home, unlikely as it
seemed.

Muscles burning pleasantly and mind buzzing faintly, Obi-Wan stopped
his kata exercise to stretch slowly and sighed in bliss as his spine
popped lightly.

“You seem happier.” A voice noted lightly and Obi-Wan turned
quickly only to smile at the yellow eyed gaze locked on his body, the
heat which laid unhidden in them flattering in its own way.

Oh Obi-Wan missed his own Anakin, studious and rebellious as his
padawan was, but this new one was… intriguing for all the darkness
he had.

To be honest, Anakin’s darkness was soothing, like the fall of dusk
on a desert planet, bringing a cooling sensation against the heat of
the day when it tormented and Obi-Wan knew it shouldn’t feel like
that, he knew how black sucking the dark could be, had felt Maul
skitter across his senses and felt the oily remains when he had
almost given in too.

Anakin was different…

He shook himself and nodded. “I enjoy exercise. I was… well I
enjoyed learning about this universe but I missed exercise and all
that rich food… well…”

Snorting a bit, the Sith moved closer, stalking like a predator. “Yes
Padme did mention you were feeling… plush I think was the word?”
He flickered his eyes over him then smirked. “You look healthy to
me.”

“I lost a bit of weight after you showed me here. Feel better for
it.” Obi-Wan breathed out then hesitated before waving. “Perhaps
you’d like to spar with me? I haven’t had an opponent since I
landed here…”

Obi-Wan watched surprise etch it way across Anakin’s face before an
excited and eager smile crossed it, the other nodding.

“That sounds good.”

()()()

“Pardon, I don’t wish to impose but I couldn’t help but
overhear the predicament.” Padme looked up sharply at the cultured
voice, her heart climbing into her throat as her eyes found Obi-Wan’s
frame in the doorway.

Her third was wearing only leggings and a workout tank top, hair
moist and pulled back, looking somehow respectable despite mussy and
clearly from a workout.

But he was smiling, a soft and steady smile that captivated more then
anything.

Clearing her throat, she stood. “Delegates, may I introduce my
third. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan, the kalmarinan delegates.” She
offered the kalmarinan delegates as calmly as she could after arguing
for so long.

They stood but to their surprise Obi-Wan bowed first.

“Honored to make your acquaintances. May your hatching ponds be
safe and your oceans full.” He said warmly and to clear approval as
the senator’s mate frills raised slightly along the back of her
arms.

“May your skies be clear and your soil plentiful, a privilege to
make your acquaintances it is master Kenobi.” The Senator offered
back, exposing a wide smile to him.

Moving further into the room, Obi-Wan glanced at the holos, a quick,
calculating look in his eyes before he returned to the Senator,
giving her a warm smile. “I can understand your reluctance to join
the Empire Senator with the current offer on display but perhaps I
can prove to you that the offer is both beneficial to both sides and
would promote growth for your people.” He easily admitted himself
at Padme’s side, smiling still to the kalmarinan.

Showing his support yet at the same time none threatening in his
display.

Raising her brow ridge, the kalmarinan leaned forward in interest.
“Indeed? What benefit would we get that is not included here?”
She was suspicious.

But Obi-Wan only gestured to the displays. “Your hatching ponds are
under threat from slavers, has been so for long generations. Only now
its from slavers as kalmarinan’s are a strong species as long as
they survive the initial larva stages.” His voice was assured with
both conviction and careful information.

Padme watched him, hiding her awe well at how well spoken her third
was.

Goddesses had picked her third well.

“The Empire does not tolerate slavery and the Hutts know it well,
to be included in the Empire is to be extended a certain security but
I am sure Empress Amidala would not hesitate to lend a war ship or
two to patrol your borders should you request it. Thereby keeping
your hatching ponds safe, allowing you to keep more of your youngs
and refocusing your energy on developing them into capable beings of
society instead of constantly protecting the few you can.”

Padme felt the shivers inside of her.

‘I’m going to need ravish Anakin, good goddesses he’s amazing.’
Padme stared at the man beside her.

In crossed out lines, Obi-Wan starts working out to remove his «plush» so he’ll be prepared when he finds a way home. Vader and the Empress realize how cute Obi-Wan when he is at a fit, but healthy weight. Vader discovers he enjoys sparring with Obi-Wan and the Empress discovers his great negotiation skills.

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It was good to get into a normal schedule again Obi-Wan had to admit,
the sensation of sweat rolling down his body and his breath short
from a good workout that left his muscles warm and faintly aching.

Anakin had been kind enough to show him the way to the exercise room
in the palace and given Obi-Wan the keycard that would get him basic
access to all common facilities of the palace.

To be fair, Padme had dropped her glass when Anakin had given it to
the Jedi, slapped a hand to her face and mumbled about knowing she
had forgotten SOMETHING.

It was nice to see those two were just as human as Obi-Wan despite
being rulers of a galaxy. And it gave Obi-Wan the space and ability
to properly exercise in case he found a way home, unlikely as it
seemed.

Muscles burning pleasantly and mind buzzing faintly, Obi-Wan stopped
his kata exercise to stretch slowly and sighed in bliss as his spine
popped lightly.

“You seem happier.” A voice noted lightly and Obi-Wan turned
quickly only to smile at the yellow eyed gaze locked on his body, the
heat which laid unhidden in them flattering in its own way.

Oh Obi-Wan missed his own Anakin, studious and rebellious as his
padawan was, but this new one was… intriguing for all the darkness
he had.

To be honest, Anakin’s darkness was soothing, like the fall of dusk
on a desert planet, bringing a cooling sensation against the heat of
the day when it tormented and Obi-Wan knew it shouldn’t feel like
that, he knew how black sucking the dark could be, had felt Maul
skitter across his senses and felt the oily remains when he had
almost given in too.

Anakin was different…

He shook himself and nodded. “I enjoy exercise. I was… well I
enjoyed learning about this universe but I missed exercise and all
that rich food… well…”

Snorting a bit, the Sith moved closer, stalking like a predator. “Yes
Padme did mention you were feeling… plush I think was the word?”
He flickered his eyes over him then smirked. “You look healthy to
me.”

“I lost a bit of weight after you showed me here. Feel better for
it.” Obi-Wan breathed out then hesitated before waving. “Perhaps
you’d like to spar with me? I haven’t had an opponent since I
landed here…”

Obi-Wan watched surprise etch it way across Anakin’s face before an
excited and eager smile crossed it, the other nodding.

“That sounds good.”

()()()

“Pardon, I don’t wish to impose but I couldn’t help but
overhear the predicament.” Padme looked up sharply at the cultured
voice, her heart climbing into her throat as her eyes found Obi-Wan’s
frame in the doorway.

Her third was wearing only leggings and a workout tank top, hair
moist and pulled back, looking somehow respectable despite mussy and
clearly from a workout.

But he was smiling, a soft and steady smile that captivated more then
anything.

Clearing her throat, she stood. “Delegates, may I introduce my
third. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan, the kalmarinan delegates.” She
offered the kalmarinan delegates as calmly as she could after arguing
for so long.

They stood but to their surprise Obi-Wan bowed first.

“Honored to make your acquaintances. May your hatching ponds be
safe and your oceans full.” He said warmly and to clear approval as
the senator’s mate frills raised slightly along the back of her
arms.

“May your skies be clear and your soil plentiful, a privilege to
make your acquaintances it is master Kenobi.” The Senator offered
back, exposing a wide smile to him.

Moving further into the room, Obi-Wan glanced at the holos, a quick,
calculating look in his eyes before he returned to the Senator,
giving her a warm smile. “I can understand your reluctance to join
the Empire Senator with the current offer on display but perhaps I
can prove to you that the offer is both beneficial to both sides and
would promote growth for your people.” He easily admitted himself
at Padme’s side, smiling still to the kalmarinan.

Showing his support yet at the same time none threatening in his
display.

Raising her brow ridge, the kalmarinan leaned forward in interest.
“Indeed? What benefit would we get that is not included here?”
She was suspicious.

But Obi-Wan only gestured to the displays. “Your hatching ponds are
under threat from slavers, has been so for long generations. Only now
its from slavers as kalmarinan’s are a strong species as long as
they survive the initial larva stages.” His voice was assured with
both conviction and careful information.

Padme watched him, hiding her awe well at how well spoken her third
was.

Goddesses had picked her third well.

“The Empire does not tolerate slavery and the Hutts know it well,
to be included in the Empire is to be extended a certain security but
I am sure Empress Amidala would not hesitate to lend a war ship or
two to patrol your borders should you request it. Thereby keeping
your hatching ponds safe, allowing you to keep more of your youngs
and refocusing your energy on developing them into capable beings of
society instead of constantly protecting the few you can.”

Padme felt the shivers inside of her.

‘I’m going to need ravish Anakin, good goddesses he’s amazing.’
Padme stared at the man beside her.