DeagedObi

I realize it has been a while but Smallandcute, did Obi see Qui fall at Naboo? Is 3 yr old Obi able to share enough that Qui-Gon realizes that it is a vision? Also is Obi stuck that way? Extra credit to actually meet Dex. Giant Dex would love 3yr old Obi.

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Carrying
his padawan on his hip, Qui-Gon made his way to the kitchen as both
yawned tiredly, more or less awake as
they took notice of Coruscant’s pink skyline through the window.

It
was so early and yet they were required to wake up as they had a
healer appointment to go to and therefore needed to eat before they
went.

Eating
in their quarters would give them more time to wake.

‘It’s
lucky that I can at least make breakfast items.’ Qui-Gon mused
tiredly as he peered around sleepily before deciding that toast and
fruit sounded wonderful with oatmeal for Obi-Wan since he was missing
a tooth and his gums were sore.

As
he added milk to the oatmeal and moved on to start on some fruit,
Qui-Gon mentally contemplated what had driven Obi-Wan to his bed last
night. He would have to ask, of that he was sure but first he was
going to get food into his little padawan and then
he would ask after they both had some tea, he proper sapir and
Obi-Wan the caffeine free fruit one the healers had recommended.

He
needed to be more awake if this was more than a simple nightmare
caused by all the anxieties he had been part of giving Obi-Wan.

‘Poor
little toadling, I really put you through the ringer of fucking up
your self confidence huh.’ Qui-Gon
nuzzled gently at him as he added the fruit to the bowl and then the
milk, stirring slowly to make sure it would soften.

Poor
little Obi’s mouth would need it to soften.

“Nana.”
The
boy in question
chirped suddenly and Qui-Gon chuckled, nodding as he dropped bread
slices into the toaster for himself. “Indeed, soft and nice for
your mouth.” Qui-Gon rumbled, smiling when Obi-Wan giggled at the
sensation, moving onto putting water on for tea for them.

As
they waited, he leaned against the counter and cuddled his padawan to
his chest, nuzzling at the soft fluff of his hair, both drowsing a
bit only to jump when the toast came up.

Setting
Obi-Wan down in his raised seat, Qui-Gon quickly moved to get his
toast ready and move the bowls and plate to the table.

Before
he sat he also set their tea to steep in tea strainers,
allowing them to become ready while they ate.

Soon
enough they were awake enough to have the conversation, though
Qui-Gon delayed enough to get them dressed and cuddled up on the
couch together. “…You’re gonna ask, aren’t cha?” Obi-Wan
whispered, tucking into Qui-Gon’s chest.

“I
am, you think you’re okay to answer?” Qui-Gon rumbled, stroking
his fingers through Obi-Wan’s baby soft hair and down his back.

They
didn’t have too much time before they needed to go for the healer
appointment.

Obi-Wan
mulled a bit before shrugging with a soft whine. “I don’t
remember much, it was all red and you fell, it was scary and… and
red lightsabers?” Obi-Wan sniffled, hiding in his chest.

Shifting,
rubbing Obi-Wan’s back, Qui-Gon let out an assuring murmur as his
mind scrambled over the information Obi-Wan had suddenly unleashed on
him. Because that information was not good and Qui-Gon would have
to speak to the councilors about it.

Red
lightsabers…

That
was a bad sign and Qui-Gon hoped that all Obi-Wan had seen was a
darksider but, and not to be arrogant, but he was among some of the
best duelist the temple had, Yan’s rather demanding personality and
his own skills being nothing to sneeze at and that
knowledge had leeched over on Qui-Gon at a young age along with
experience coming later.

In
a fight for life and death he wouldn’t have held back.

This
was troubling information indeed even as he stood with his now calmer
padawan to go to the healer appointment.

Please please *please* can we have more de-aged obiwan? Specifically WhenYouWereYoung, with the clones dealing with Baby Obi?

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Picking
his General up from the travel cot, Cody glanced towards the still
sleeping Jedi then winked at his little, swaddled
General, heading out of the tent with the hiccuping baby Jedi.

Who
was smiling with pink gums on display and Cody guessed the hiccuping
noise might be the General’s attempt at a laugh.

Tucking
him up against his shoulder
since the other was wrapped up in one of the soft blue blankets
Skywalker had brought,
Cody took in the warm sun before peering aside
at Obi-Wan. “Seems there’s a lot of nice sun right now, very
bright this planet.” He murmured quietly, ignoring as everyone
outside perked up at the sight of their General as he focused on the
chubby little face as he stopped the hiccupingish noise but continued
to give that gummy smile.

Skywalker
had kind of been hogging him since he arrived and Cody was going to
take his chance to steal his baby General now that he was awake and
Skywalker wasn’t.

Beside,
it was around feeding hour anyhow and Cody was going to feed him and
also check on his diaper.

So
he made his way over to the medtent, humming faintly and ignoring how
he got a tail of people coming after him, Obi-Wan supported up
against his shoulder.

He
heard the hiccuping noise again and felt Obi-Wan’s body shake a bit
and Cody had to bite his own lips to avoid snorting because he could
guess what was going on behind him. Someone was making a silly face
for their General.

It
wasn’t really actions one should do towards their commanding
officer, however, the 212th
were in a rather peculiar situation.

The
General had baby chemistry even if his adult mind were
in their, his attention often flickered and bright things held it
along with people.

Skywalker
had confessed that the other was embarrassed, maybe ashamed but he
was accepting of their actions, understanding that they were trying
to comfort even if his baby brain was doing its best to trip him up.

Along
with his own insecurities.

‘But
we don’t mind looking after you.’ He settled his cheek against
the little head on his shoulder, stepping into the med tent as
Obi-Wan cooed in disappointment.

Helix
glanced up as Cody transferred Obi-Wan from his shoulders to his
arms, the medic instantly perked up when he saw who it was, moving
from his portable terminal to greet both Cody and Obi-Wan, grinning
down at him as he wiggled his fingers in front of Obi-Wan.

This
time the coo was rather more happy as Obi-Wan flailed his hands at
medic.

“He
needs a diaper change I suspect, would you start the bottle?” Cody
questioned, smiling sadly when Obi-Wan’s face twisted in
unhappiness.

Yeah,
there was one of the insecurities and embarrassment Skywalker had
mentioned.

‘Or
maybe shame. He can’t do anything right now but let us take care of
him, it won’t sit well, not with the kind of man he is.’ Cody
cuddled the baby as Helix nodded.

“Course
Commander, I’ll be happy to. The temple was helpful enough to send
me a copy of the file and according to their notes, the General is in
better shape than he was when he arrived. He’s actually eating
properly.” He sent his General a sympathetic look before moving to
get the formula mixed and in bottle.

Cody
meanwhile moved over to the bed they were using to change Obi-Wan on,
the diapers, a trash can and the rest stationed in hands reach for
the occasion until they were to leave. There were also a few spare
outfits in case there were… accidents.

Luckily,
this time the little onesie was completely dry as Cody wrapped him
out of the blue blanket, amused to find the black onesie with
lightsabers on.

Skywalker
had really gone all out in getting clothes and things.

Cody
had to wonder, even as he carefully undressed his General, having
gotten used to the how to change a baby by now, if these lightsaber
onesies existed before the war or not.

Didn’t
really matter but they were cute and Cody wondered if there were
adult versions of the onesies.

‘Would
not shock me after that outfit Gearshift showed up in, who knew there
were adult onesies shaped like krayt dragons…’ He mused
thoughtfully while throwing the diaper away, giving his General a
soft smile.

Obi-Wan’s
lips were quivering and big fat tears were rolling down his face,
which was likely not improving his mental situation but…

This
had to be done, they couldn’t leave Obi-Wan in a dirty diaper.

But
he could be swift and effective, making sure Obi-Wan didn’t
experience the humiliation for too long before he was back in Cody’s
arms, being cuddled protectively.

It
was times like this he wished he had a bond to his General like
Skywalker had, that he could talk to him, reassure him somehow and
not just talk at
him.

But…

Cody
would try, cuddling the other to him and nuzzling gently at the soft
tufts of red hair on the others head. “It’s okay. I’m here.
You’re alright General… I’m right here for you.” He
whispered, knowing Helix would give them space.

Just
for now as they tried to wrap their General in their care.

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Staring
at his general’s tiny, scrunched up face with a tiny amount of
horror that he was trying to keep a lid on, Cody wondered how in the
karking universe things came to th-oh right, Force shenanigans.

Karking
Force junk, mumbo jumbo.

And
now their General was an infant and they had no idea if he was aware
of who they were or who he himself was or if this was a full
regression to a baby they were experiencing.

“I
think I might actually hate the Force,” Helix finally said, sitting
curled up against Gray-hat’s side in the ring of troopers around
the fire. “…Okay no, not really but I’m really done with it
fucking with our General.” The medic sighed tiredly

There
were a bunch of agreeing mutters around the camp fire and Cody gently
tucked his General more firmly to his armorless chest.

He
could still remember Maul lobbing the glowing item towards him,
remember how he had rightly anticipated that Obi-Wan would intercept,
remembered how it had filled his hands and sent Obi-Wan into a
screaming frenzy, the pitch changing as their General shrunk…

And
the horrified silence when there was only clothes of his General
laying in a pile as that karking hornhead was running away, cackling
evilly.

For
a moment Cody had honestly thought his General was just erased from
the universe when suddenly the bundle of clothes and armor had
started moving… and that had lead to this.

Helix
had pronounced Obi-Wan a healthy two month old infant, they had
managed to dig up a used blanket that was softened with use to the
point it didn’t scratch or itch the naked baby compared to the
newer one and after removing armor to hold him, Obi-Wan had calmed
down.

Even
if he looked unhappy.

Cody
did suspect that Obi-Wan rather knew them.

He
seemed to recognize them but his body was so small now, he couldn’t
speak…

Heaven,
he didn’t even have teeth!

His
gums were all bright pink the few times he opened his mouth, whether
to cry, yawn or just give a toothless smile.

“He’s
gonna get hungry soon.” Helix glum voice suddenly said and Cody
snapped his eyes away from his General to Helix, staring at the man.

A
thin layer of panic was spreading through his stomach. What did
babies eat?!

“We
don’t have anything to give him or for him to eat from,” The
medic continued, oblivious to Cody’s panicked thoughts. “We
better hope General Skywalker arrives soon because I don’t know how
General Kenobi will respond to being hungry in a body like this, he’s
not responding as normal but more like the baby he’s become. I’m
honestly amazed he isn’t crying for food.” Helix sighed heavily,
hiding his face in Gray-hat’s neck as everyone exchanged worried
looks.

“What…
what do babies eat?” Waxer questioned worriedly.

They
had looked up earlier how to hold a baby, support their heads and all
that but Cody hadn’t thought to…

“Milk,”
Helix shrugged, not moving from his vod. “Mothers milk has a mix of
particles and vitamins a baby needs, fat and so on. So normal milk
wouldn’t help. And we’d need a bottle and a clean nip for him to
suckle from too. We could give him water to deal with the worst of it
but it wouldn’t give him any nourishment and it would only be a
temporary fix, and he’s already so tiny, even for a human baby…”
Helix went quiet again.

Cody
glanced down at the baby he was holding protectively to his chest
before swallowing heavily.

He
hoped General Skywalker arrived soon
or they were going to have to listen to some very piteous cries from
a very tiny General.

‘I’m
sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry General.’ Cody thought, gently
rubbing at a chubby cheek with a fingertip, letting out a soft noise
when the other latched onto his finger and sucked on it, big green
eyes staring up at him as if they knew what he was thinking.

#cutefacade- Ani learns that he still has a lot to learn about saber fighting once he mock fights with Obi in his younger body

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A
young Obi-Wan, is a dangerous Obi-Wan.

Anyone
above the age of twenty five can tell you this as they have
personally sparred with his younger self when he was at his physical
peak and though he is no slacker in his older time he has slowed down
a bit with age and pain.

He
is no longer slowed down at all, he no longer has to spare thought,
energy or Force to those injuries and his mind is as sharp as his
older self still.

Which
means he can move like his twenty year old self and plan like his
thirty year old self.

And
it’s a very dangerous pass time to taunt him about his limbs being
a bit gangly and his haircut being so shaggy as it grows out and how
he’s no longer as ‘sophisticated’ as he used to be.

Oh
yes it’s very dangerous as Anakin finds out when he takes his
teasing a bit to far by teasingly tugging at the hair under the ear
that used to be a braid.

Well
it could also be the heat and humidity getting to Obi-Wan along with
his renewed hormones and the fact that he’s a tiny bit sexually
frustrated by the sight of all the troopers in their armor and it
brings back memories from when he was a teenager on Mandalore but
kark it, Anakin needs to respect some boundaries.

And
Anakin Skywalker knows what a good ass kicking looks like when he
gets it.

And
he has nothing to compare Obi-Wan to when he unleashes the full mixed
martial of both ataru and soresu that Obi-Wan has specialized himself
in even
if age and pain had made it hard for him to utilize ataru as he used
to when young.

But
oh, he is young and he can fly
on the Force wings and he moves like the silent death on those wings.

It’s
a good thing Obi-Wan does not wish for Anakin’s death, only a bit
of humiliation to teach the boy a lesson for being such a butthead to
him.

Which
explains why Obi-Wan is currently kicking his former padawan across
the camp, much to the troopers and Ahsoka’s great awe, bemusement,
concern and bewilderment. Especially when Obi-Wan pins his tall
padawan to the ground, both mech arm and flesh arm held behind his
back with one knee in the lower back as Obi-Wan snarls down at him
with gritted teeth. “Apologize!” He growled.

Anakin
just whined and squirmed. “Obi-Wan!”

“I
said Apologize Anakin Skywalker or so help me Force, I will leave
bruises on top of your bruises.” Obi-Wan swore down at the other,
digging his knee in a bit further while resting his other knee on the
mossy ground that made up most of the detritus around them, the
sun shining down through the overhang of trees and lending them humid
shadows.
He also tugged firmly on the others flesh arm, pressing his thumb
down in a nerve numbing motion that Qui-Gon had once used on him as a
teaching lesson.

“Okay,
okay!” Anakin yelped loudly. “I’m sorry I said you wanted to
fuck Windu and Billaba and actually have the stamina for it now! It
was a joke! A crude joke!” He whined again. “Obi-Wan really, I am
sorry.” He stated a bit lower, sounding genuinely remorseful.

Glaring
down at the other, Obi-Wan pursed his lips before finally huffing and
letting go, pulling back to sit back on his ass and glare at the
other. “Damn right you’re sorry. That was an utterly tasteless
joke Anakin.” He scolded lightly, brushing his hair out of his face
where it clings to thanks to the humidity and his own sweat.

Winching
as he sits up, rubbing at his flesh arm with his mech one, Anakin
turns around to sit on his ass too, nodding contritely. “Yeah, I
know. I think it’s all this humidity getting to me… and the
boredom, there’s literally
nothing happening here, no Seppies at all.” He sighed before
wincing again and continuing to rub.

Copper
brows went high at that. “And so you figured you’d wind me up?
Did it not occur to you that in my new body I would perhaps react
differently as you have all noted that my behavior has gone through
some minor changes?” Obi-Wan questioned dryly, crossing his arms
over his chest and showing off the sweat patches under his arms
thanks to the beige tunic.

Shrugging
a bit, Anakin smiled sheepishly. “Well sometimes I don’t think
things through, you’ve said that more than a few times Obi-Wan.”

Rolling
his eyes, Obi-Wan sighed fondly before letting out a grateful noise
as Longshot slid up to him and handed him a canteen.

His
mouth was dry as a desert from that romp around and he was more than
happy to savor some nice refreshing water. “Well,” Obi-Wan noted,
glancing about the camp that was happily intact despite their
impromptu ‘spar’. “At least we provided some entertainment.”
He noted airily as the troopers exchanged mutters of interest and
Ahsoka bounced up to them to wheedle Obi-Wan into sparring with her
at some time.

He
got a giant grin from Anakin in response as he got his own water from
Echo, the blond’s flesh arm resting in his lap.

Huh,
maybe he should apologize for that… later on… in maybe an hour
when he was sure Anakin had learned his lesson.

Hey, I absolutely love your work, especially small steps! Imagine Anakin going all dad on little Obi after the attack and being super protective basically not letting anyone but the clones near him.

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Moving
with the deaged Jedi on his hip, Anakin absently hefted Obi-Wan a bit
higher up when he took notice that they were a bit off balanced and
smiled down at his former master when Obi-Wan gripped onto his tunic.

He
got a small, sleepy smile in return even as Obi-Wan struggled to
remain awake but being at the Rotunda today at a meeting was clearly
taking a toll.

‘Not
to mention his still healing injuries.’ A small voice pointed out
that had Anakin mentally bristling in unhappiness.

Unhappiness
he kept firmly clamped behind his shields as he shifted into a side
hall, a shortcut that he knew would bring cut at least twenty minutes
off his route to get to the quarters.

Honestly
with his current body, the body he was more than likely keeping,
Obi-Wan couldn’t handle Anakin’s emotions when Anakin himself
went high wire as he usually did.

Or
he couldn’t handle strong
negative
emotions that
was.

Positive
emotions did no harm to Obi-Wan, it only made him a bit giddy and
maybe a bit hyper at times but negative…

Anakin
had already had three experiences with that and he could do without
the fourth as each time Anakin had become furious
or
anxiety fueled and therefore snapped at someone
and hadn’t managed to contain it behind
his shields,
Obi-Wan had broken down in tears, his child emotions and instincts
making
it impossible for him to just lock down his own emotions in reaction
to the spillover from the bond and in the Force.

As
mortified as Obi-Wan was about it, he really
couldn’t help it as he pressed his small, chubby hands to his face
and cried large tears that had Anakin’s rage turning to panic as he
threw himself flat on his former master’s graces to try and sooth
him each time.

And
honestly, seeing his bandaged, somewhat limp and tiny bruised master
coming off the shuttle with his head resting on Commander Cody’s
shoulder as he was carried burst into tears because of Anakin’s
spillover emotions was not an experience Anakin was eager to
recreate.

Which
was why he was keeping such a close tab on him and the council, by
some grace of the Force miracle, was allowing it.

Maybe
they could see was much as Anakin that Obi-Wan needed the contact and
the closeness.

The
troopers were wonderful people and they were doing their best… but
for a Force sensitive, used to communicating on a different level
with the Force, there were certain needs that Obi-Wan had, especially
in his childish body.

The
little quirks and waves of the Force that friends and acquaintances
sent each other when they saw one another passing in the halls. Or
even outright conversations carried simply with the Force for those
who were bound that deep.

Anakin
could speak with Obi-Wan that way and he was working to get that
close to Ahsoka, but such bonds took time.

But
at the moment, with him bristling, Anakin couldn’t do it, not
without risking spillover.

So
instead he sent little pokes and waves at Obi-Wan along with everyone
else that were close enough to Obi-Wan.

Speaking
of Obi-Wan… he was starting to get rather heavy, his body going
rather lax against Anakin’s chest with his head resting on the
blond’s collarbone and a little peek into the Force gave Anakin all
he needed.

“You
should eat a little when we get to the kitchen but you feel exhausted
master.” He murmured softly, running his flesh and bone hand over
soft hair.

Obi-Wan
let out a soft little snuffling noise. “Just… I don’t know
Anakin, my body won’t listen to me. And the healers said that if I
bolster my body with the Force right now, I could stunt my own
growth.” He whispered, his lisp becoming more pronounced with his
tiredness.

Stroking
still with the red hair, Anakin let out a considering noise as he
ducked into another hall shortcut that he knew of, frowning slightly
to himself. “Then I think I’m going to just let you nap honestly
master, an hour sleep and then we can give you those vitamin gummi
bears the healers assigned you and then you can eat.” He snuggled
Obi-Wan under his chin.

Honestly
he bet the stroking and slight swaying with his walk wasn’t really
helping Obi-Wan either.

And
that was proven right as he could feel Obi-Wan grow soft and fuzzy in
the Force as his body tipped from drowsiness to sleep, his body
growing utterly loose limbed as he breathed deeply.

“Rest
well little master,” Anakin whispered, already plotting how to feed
him and how to convince the council to allow the 212th
and 501st
work together from here on out on relief missions alone. “I’ll
watch over you.” He promised as he finally stepped into their
quarter hallway for their rooms.

It
was time for a long, quiet nap.

Small and Cute prompt: bb!Obi-Wan has a disturbing vision and is scared and distraught. Qui-Gon calms him down.

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Lifting
his head from his pillow when light came through his opened door,
Qui-Gon squinted at the little shape in the doorway, hearing soft
sniffles. “…Obi-Wan?” He rasped in confusion, automatically
lifting his duvet in a silent invite.

Instantly
the teen turned child scrambled over from the door, the light from
the living room window lighting up enough that Qui-Gon could see the
little tear tracks on the boy’s face as he crawled into the bed and
under the arm, tucking himself up against the others chest.

Settling
his arm and the duvet around Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon let out a soft soothing
noise as he settled his hand on the others trembling little back.
“It’s alright my boy, it’s alright child.” He rumbled
quietly, his mind turgid with
sleep.

The
other stilled a bit against his chest then settled, only sniffling a
bit as he wiped at his own face.

Obi-Wan’s
state was so delicate at the moment.

He
was not the teen he had been but he wasn’t really the youngling he
seemed at the same time.

So
Qui-Gon had to thread a very delicate balance in how to care for the
young one, being affectionate without being too much as he cared for
him.

But
when a youngling comes to you in the middle of the night, tears on
his cheeks, standing in your bedroom doorway… you give them a
blasted spot in your bed to cuddle up against your chest while
holding around them.

Pressing
a kiss to the russet mop of hair beneath his nose, Qui-Gon murmured
soothingly while closing his eyes, offering up meaningless platitudes
really but also assuring Obi-Wan that he was there, that Qui-Gon was
going to look out for him and protect him.

He
felt more than really saw anything as Obi-Wan relaxed slowly with his
small hands easing his grip on the older Jedi’s thin sleep tunic.

Qui-Gon
was almost asleep when a soft, childish voice spoke up in the dimness
from his still open door. “Promise?” Obi-Wan whispered, lisping
softly.

Rumbling,
his grip tightening around the boy again, Qui-Gon nodded. “Promise
little imp. I’m not going anywhere.” He rasped out in a sleep
gritted voice while
nuzzling slowly at the soft fluff of hair.

“…kay,
if you promise.” Obi-Wan sniffed softly then settled fully and
after a few moments Qui-Gon could hear and feel the soft even breaths
of a child utterly asleep as he rubbed his thumb along the small
upper back.

So
small and so fragile with powers so great contained
in that little head and body.

It
was strange how delicate a situation Obi-Wan really was with his
comprehension level being much greater than any child his age really
should have and that included to his powers. Waking from the remnants
of sleep, Qui-Gon frowned down at the sleeping head as he considered
that.

He
had assumed, justifiably he’d say, that a nightmare might have
driven Obi-Wan to him but what if it was something else…

‘He
is still prone to visions, as a teen he doesn’t come running in the
night but right now he’s not that impeccable and well-groomed Jedi
padawan is he, trying to be precocious and deal with things on his
own until he could speak with me
in the morning.’ The man mused, nuzzling gently.

He
would need to speak with the boy in the morning, especially
considering how Qui-Gon had to promise he wasn’t going anywhere.

Ohhh #CuteFacade please? Obi wan being badass and using Ataru because hus vody is not used to Suresu yet? The clones jaws dropping how violent, elegant and goddamn flexible theor shiny general is, please!

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Okay so they were slowly getting used to the change in their General, they had very quickly gotten used to just how cute the other was but there were a few behavioral ticks the other was also exhibiting that made them all aware that General Kenobi had some hormonal changes.

And apparently with a younger body, he could also utilize his former saber style to the fullest and they were treated to the man suddenly bouncing as if he had taken a run of a springboard and landing in the middle of the droids like a violent eye of the storm, slicing the droids apart with a terrifying ease before he continued forward before the droids could even locate the man.

He just continued bouncing and springing forward like this utterly destructive, violent little mass of cuteness that looked at them with sparkling green eyes, pink flush in his cheeks and a delighted grin on his face before he continued further on to get the command droid.

“And then!” Cody slurred, drink sloshing over his cup as he gestured at Wolffe, the 212th and the wolfpack gathered in one of the long tents for some much needed decompression and rec. “Then he laughs! As he jumps up on the tank, he laughs as if he’s having the time of his life.” He snorted loudly.

“He did not.” Wolffe responded with horrified delight as he topped off Cody’s drink, nodding to Sinker to turn up the light as it was getting a lot darker. “Your General did not laugh while climbing up the tank to get at the command droid.” He looked close to laughing or tackling Cody to shake him for more answers.

All of them were ignoring Waxer and Boil snogging in the corner.

Groaning, Longshot dropped his head on the table. “He did! And it was fucking hot! My codpiece was trying to strangle me.” He complained in a muffled tone into the table, his hands clenched around his own mug.

Snorting loudly, Gearshift crawled into Sinker’s lap for cuddles, having had enough alcohol to no longer care about who cuddled him. “Mine chafed me, he was fucking hot, just cackling like some sort of demented warrior climbing out of legend with a karking light sword.” He pouted while settling his head on Sinker’s chest.

“Now I’m almost looking forward to the next battle,” Wolffe snorted before pausing when the Jedi in question poked his head in through the tent flaps, the redhead brightening up as growing hair curled around his ears, his face so open to read without the beard that the 212th and Anakin had managed to convince him not to grow.

“I thought I smelled booze,” He said in a smug, satisfied tone before sliding in and grabbing the full cup from Cody, taking a sip. “Oh, spicy.” Obi-Wan said thoughtfully before tipping the entire cup and swallowing, giving Cody a pat on the shoulder and then rushing of with a comment about General Plo.

Everyone from the Wolfpack, who had yet to encounter the new behavior of the General, stared after him before looking at Cody, the commander shrugging. “He’s a fucking energizer bunny, that boost of alcohol is just gonna keep him running even longer and if Helix catches him, he’s going to shove him into bed and strap him down to ensure he stays in bed most likely.” He huffed.

“Kinky!” They heard called back in the General’s brightly happy, followed by a cackling laugh and then a yelp. “Helix! Don’t! Arrgh!”

Jaw dropping a bit, Wolffe slowly looked back at his vod as Cody rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. “And that would be Helix outright tackling the General to shove him into bed. I think it’s his revenge on us for refusing to allow him a beard.” He got his cup refilled.

Snorting alcohol up his nose, Warthog rubbed desperately at his nose as it stung. “Wait, so that’s true too?” He smirked.

“Looks like a dead womp rat tried to invade his face. It was not a good look.” Cody sniggered, everyone ignoring the pointed yelling of a manic General being shoved and strapped into bed by a medic.

Rubbing his hands together, a smirk so wide it would scare even the seppies, Wolffe glanced around. “I am totally looking forward to fighting with him now. It’s going to be fun for once.” He growled out.

“You wish.” Cody huffed before glancing at his cup. “… Wait does this count as an indirect kiss? Do I win the betting pool Longshot?” He mused before the entire tent descended into arguments if an indirect kiss counted or not in their betting pool.

Imagine Obi trying to negotiate in the senate in Smallsteps and people are trying to listen but they’re just distracted by how adorable this tiny red haired toddler is, waddling on top of the table and trying to speak as seriously as he can. Until he gets distracted by Anakin coming in then he heads straight for him. That’s how you get the Jedi in a better light. Show them baby Obi.

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Pressing
his hand to his mouth, Bail struggled not to either croon or laugh
and he knew that if he did, neither Obi-Wan nor the troopers behind
him would appreciate it.

The
latter would understand but they would not appreciate it no and
exchanging a quick glance with Padme had Bail desperately biting his
bottom lip as he saw the same struggle on the other Senator’s face.

Honestly
most
of the table was struggling clearly as Obi-Wan, the Negotiator,
waddled as he walked up and down the table, lisping faintly as he
spoke about the required resources the GAR needed, how armor
improvements should be on the Senate’s next scheduled session and
quite important things but he was so precocious looking and sounding!

Using
such big words and waddling on the table to make sure people saw him,
because standing still was an issue with his young body because there
was a lot of energy in it for short amounts of time and when they had
arrived, Commander Cody had been carrying him on his hip.

Bail’s
heart had broken a bit at the sight of
bacta
bandages on the other’s wrist and neck, having heard of the ambush
on the others relief mission but it was different seeing it in person
when Obi-Wan was so small.

Suddenly
Obi-Wan paused and let out a bone cracking yawn, little hands
covering his mouth before blinking tiredly, seemingly confused before
he colored deeply and shook his head. “Apologies senator’s, I’m
still trying to cope with this body and the influx of hormones and
energy levels.” He stated as primly as possible, his chubby cheeks
colored a deep color.

Before
anyone else could say anything, Padme sat forward in her chair and
gave Obi-Wan a wide smile. “We fully understand Master Kenobi, this
is a unique situation and as far as I’ve understood even among Jedi
this is not really understood?” She tilted her head curiously, like
a feline almost.

Obi-Wan
grimaced but nodded, tucking his hands behind him in parade rest as
she fully faced the Nabooan senator. “Yes
Senator Amidala, it is a Force artifact that blew up on us and
therefore we can not replicate what it did to me that caused the
current situation, the healers are… uncertain if I can even be
returned to my grown body.” Obi-Wan’s face did a funny spasm.

He
looked like he was about to cry, his bottom lip wobbling a bit.

About
to stand and ask for a break, Bail bit in his words as the door
opened however to reveal Skywalker, the blond looking around quickly.

Obi-Wan
instantly turned and then moved to the edge of the table, holding
open his arms at the other man with wide eyes. “Up.” He lisped
out and if Bail didn’t know better he’d say the Jedi in child
body was… grumpy.

The
knight instantly closed the distance and lifted his former master up
into
his arms, tucking him to his chest to nuzzle gently at his hair.
“Hey, you’ve all been in here for hours and it’s closing in on
your nap time master, you know your body needs to sleep more.”
Skywalker stated quietly before looking up curiously at the
Senator’s, giving them a small bow with his master in his arms.

Seeing
the opening for what it was, Bail stood. “I do believe we covered
the most important parts, Master Kenobi has pointed out for us and I
believe we will happily bring it up for the Senate in the next
session.” He stated in a calm tone,
watching how Obi-Wan settled his head on Skywalker’s shoulder with
lidded eyes that proved that nap time should be close,
the blond slowly rubbing the others back with one large hand.

‘Stars,
he’s so small and chubby and cute.’ Bail thought to himself even
as he wondered if the holoclips from the rooms surveillance would be
spread.

And
honestly would that be a bad thing?

Seeing
the comfort given to one of the Jedi order’s… well not injured
but tampered with Jedi members that required them to have more aid.

To
see them be just as human as anyone else.

“Thank
you Senator Organa, if there are any questions you can happily
message us of course.” Obi-Wan stated with a tired voice before
making a soft noise as the commander stepped close, offering him a
little green and blue packed snack bar and once more Bail had to bite
his lip because that was one of those child fruit bars snacks!

‘Fuck
me, he’s too cute and precious for this galaxy.’ Bail rubbed his
beard as Obi-Wan nibbled on the snack.

Moddy. I love all of your stories so much, your newest post is a must for an update tho, it’s so cute. Can we get the next part of #cutefacade please? Just the 212th meeting other units and they all become blushing embarrassed messes around Obiwan. And the 212th possessive and “hey he’s ours!” And people trying to get obiwan just like they predicted and the clones just cry internally, why can’t people leave their general alone? He’s theirs damnit! Also CodyWan or ObiClones please?

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Wrinkling
his nose even as Anakin continued crooning while tilting his face
back and forth, Obi-Wan let out a huff. “Yes Anakin, I seem to have
reduced in age. Yes I look like my padawan years but that is no need
to croon at me like I’m a lost duck-Anakin!?” Obi-Wan yelped as
the other wrapped him in a hug and put his cheek on Obi-Wan’s
fluffy hair.

“My
teeny tiny master is even tinier! I can’t believe it. I mean I
remember vaguely from when you took me on that you looked like this
Obi-Wan but kark it, nine year old me didn’t realize how cute you
were!” Anakin laughed, rubbing his cheek on the soft fluff while
holding around the outraged Jedi.

“Anakin!
I’m still a Jedi master! Anakin don’t you dare pick me up!
ANAKIN!” Obi-Wan yelled in outrage as he was indeed picked up,
coloring deeply while yelping as Anakin gave him a giant smack on the
cheek with his lips as
he bridal carried the squealing
redhead.

Giggling
at both of them, Ahsoka just happily kept snapping pictures for the
temple feed, knowing that these holos
were gold worth, especially
coupled up with a grassy nice background and the bubbling river only
meters away which gave it all a nice and natural feeling.

Also,
she knew Yoda would love to see Obi-Wan like this, the old goat was
worried about his lineage at times she knew.

Unnoticed
by the three Jedi were the troopers who were watching with wide eyes.
Rex placed his chin on his fist while watching, eyes glued to
Obi-Wan’s flushing face as the Jedi squirmed and he almost jumped
out of his skin when there was a hiss by his ear.

“You
better not be thinking what I think you’re thinking vod.” Cody
hissed darkly, glaring at his brother.

Gesturing
at the Jedi, Rex grinned. “Ah come on, the 212th
can’t handle a bit of healthy competition?” Rex teased even as he
stepped back from Cody as the man let out a noise like an offended
feline.

“He’s
our General, not yours. Go flirt and tease your own.” Cody muttered
petulantly.

Smirking
at the reaction, Rex shrugged. “Can’t, he’s a married man and
quite happy with his Senator and I get the feeling said Senator might
twist our hands if we try to flirt with her man,” Rex paused,
rubbing his chin. “That or potentially ask to watch…” He
trailed off.

Rolling
his eyes, Cody muttered to himself before firmly poking Rex in the
side, jabbing between the plastoid armor. “Just tell your men to
behave themselves, General Kenobi is still getting used to it all and
we don’t wanna spook him into growing a beard just yet.” He
grumbled at him.

Rex
rubbed his chin some more, staring at Cody before turning around and
cupping his hand around his mouth. “Oi! General Kenobi!”

Both
Anakin and Obi-Wan paused in their antics, Obi-Wan half over Anakin’s
shoulder as he continued trying to escape the grasp of the blond Jedi
but the call had them stopping to blink at Rex, Anakin gripping Obi-Wan’s legs to keep him in place.

“Dooooooon’t.”
Cody seethed, already raising his hands.

Smirking
widely, Rex winked. “Looking real cute there General.” He said in
a playful, happy tone before yelling out in shock as he was tackled
by Cody, the commander roaring as a wrestling match engaged and
promptly the 212th
and the 501st
started cheering for their commander and captain respectively.

Blinking,
frozen in their awkward position as they watched Cody and Rex,
Obi-Wan and Anakin traded inquisitive noises as Anakin set his former
master down on his feet.

“Huh…
heh you’re blushing,” Anakin sniggered softly only to yelp as
Obi-Wan punched him in the shoulder. “I think it’s more than your
looks that got a bit reverted.” He whined softly as
he rubbed his shoulder.

“Shut
up… you doodoo head.” Obi-Wan grumbled, crossing his arms over
his chest while clearly wishing he had his robe to hide in his hood,
trying to also hide the slight pleasure in his belly at being called
cute and clearly flirted with.

‘And
being fought over… oh yikes, headlock!’ Obi-Wan tilted his head
with his eyes widening up a bit. “Should we intervene?” He asked
bemusedly.

“Nah,
let them burn out some energy.” Anakin huffed, giving Rex and Cody
an amused glance as tufts of grass were torn up and grass stains
covered their armors.

I kind of feel like Obi-Wan could use a good old sobfest for the whump you’ve hit him with in SmallSteps. Like if it was me, I’d just be bawling all over the place. My troopers would definitely find me hiding inside my commander’s armor. Just – stick a fork in me, I’m done. So… How’s Obi holding up?

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Shaking
as he woke up, Obi-Wan felt his entire body ache with pain even as
his mind told him exactly what had happened and the Force told him
what was going on with his body.

As
he laid there, Cody and Helix came into his line of vision, the medic
and commander’s equally relieved faces telling him just how bad of
he had been and how happy they were to see him awake as Helix put
gentle, glove covered hand’s on the Jedi in a child body.

Slowly
Helix removed the oxygen mask on his face and took in his vitals,
talking soothingly as Cody took a tiny hand in his own ungloved one.

Cody’s
hand was warm Obi-Wan noticed.

Both
Helix and Cody’s hands were warm.

They
were gentle.

And
Obi-Wan was hurting, both internally and externally.

He
had been sick for days with a cough and then he had been hurt because
they were ambushed and now he was being touched so gently, as if he
was made of fragile glass. Before he could even start to comprehend
it, Obi-Wan let out a loud sob and held his arms up at Cody.

Amber
eyes turned wide in shock before narrowing in sharp sympathy and
compassion. Cody chucked
his
chest plate and
picked
up his general before Helix could okay it.

Thankfully
the medic didn’t try to interfere, only watched in worry as Cody
bundled the small child sized Jedi against his chest to rock him
while sitting on the medbay. “It’s alright General, I’m here,
we’re here. We won’t leave you alone. Ner Jetii, ner vod’ika,
Obi’ika it’s alright, we are here and
we won’t leave you, never willingly little general.”
Cody whispered into his ear as Obi-Wan sobbed into his chest, sore
and pained and humiliated by his situation and the pain of his body.

He
knew he would feel mortified later once he was calm but right now
Obi-Wan needed
the comfort he
was being offered so gently by the troopers.
Because while he was mentally an adult of well thirty six years old,
his body was three and so was his body chemistry, his hormones and
his emotions were following that line, especially now that he wasn’t
in full control of
his faculties
as he so desperately tried to
hold on until this day.

He
didn’t even care that Cody was treating him like the small child
his body resembled nor that Obi-Wa nwas actually behaving as the
small child in question.

Large
hands cupped his small, hurting body, held him to a warm, comforting
and protective person with a second person gently stroking his hair
as Obi-Wan continued to sob until he was empty of
tears and feeling more settled,
his
eyes sore and his cheeks pink with
a sore and snotty nose.

Carefully
Obi-Wan
was gently pulled away from the comforting warmth but only long
enough that Helix could tenderly wipe his cheeks and
nose dry
before he was right back to Cody’s shoulder, held comfortingly
against the man’s chest as the commander stood from
the bed.

The
man rocked and bounced gently as he walked with his General, treating
him more like a vod’ika than the
adult he really was but
it was helping even if it was a bit humiliating, comforting
in a way Obi-Wan couldn’t really explain.

‘But
kark it,’ Obi-Wan thought tiredly as he sniffled softly with his
sore nose. ‘I am
little and Cody is warm and comforting and willing to hold me.’ He
thought as he held onto the blacks of the other man.

He
only lifted his head when there was a gentle touch to his back that
wasn’t Cody since both his hands were used to support and
cradle Obi-Wan’s
small body
against
his chest,
finding Helix with one of the small juice bottles that had been
packed for Obi-Wan’s snack times as it was called playfully
by the troopers.

“Think
you can drink some? I bet that would help after all that crying you
did sir.”
Helix said softly, shaking the juice box a bit as
Cody stopped moving.

Sniffling
a bit, Obi-Wan hesitated even
though he was parched.

“I
also mixed in some painkiller with a syringe General,” Helix
explained after
a moment.
“I don’t want to give you too much and having you drink it laced
in the juice would prevent me from injecting you when
you’re already suffering.”
He offered
up quietly.

Licking
his crusted lips, Obi-Wan opened his mouth silently, letting Helix
place the straw at his lips.

He
felt pathetic, like the child he had been turned into but maybe it
was time to just accept what he had become and the support and
comfort he was offered by
those around him who only wanted his best.

Maybe
owed some
comfort in
some instances.

But
certainly he
could accept the offered
comfort
by the troopers to their tiny and vulnerable General.