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Hey Modddy! For “Small Steps” how does Anakin react? Obi may be mentally an adult, but his body/brain chemistry is that of a child, and I imagine he has the (still learning) immune system of a toddler too? I imagine Anakin would be panakin with a smol, sick, and helpless master.

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Having been warned, in details by Kit Fisto, and actually seeing it
was two different things Anakin had to admit as his master stared up
at him from the face of a three year old with little freckles
covering his chubby face and a too large pad held in small hands as
he sat in Obi-Wan’s favorite blue armchair that had been in the
quarters since Anakin had first entered it.

Behind him, Ahsoka gave a little awed gasp and then fluttered past
him in a hurry, kneeling down in front of Obi-Wan and the chair with
her hands on the arms of it. “Master Obi-Wan!” She squeaked. “You
were so tiny!”

Obi-Wan blinked at her then gave a shy smile. “Hello Ahsoka. And
yes… I used to be small.” His voice was just a tiny flute like
thing, more refined then most toddlers but that just reaffirmed that
this was Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Anakin entered the quarters and moved closer too, staring down at the
little boy. “Kark Obi-Wan…” He didn’t know what else to say
though he couldn’t help a little laugh when Obi-Wan scowled up at
him, the look more like a pout then an actual scowl and certainly not
intimidating at all.

“Language Anakin.” He huffed sternly.

It was almost laughable that a tiny toddler was scolding him but then
Anakin sobered.

This was Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan who was actually thirty six and not three
and he was stuck in his small body to the frustration of the master
from what Kit had told him.

“I’m sorry Obi-Wan, its just such a strange situation.” Anakin
apologized quietly.

That got a sigh out of Obi-Wan, tinged with frustration and
weariness. “You can say that again.” His shoulders slumped a bit.

Ahsoka glanced up at Anakin in worry at that before reaching out and
pulling the little boy body into a careful hug.

Obi-Wan tensed up at first before slowly relaxing into the hug and
even tucking his face into Ahsoka’s shoulder with a little sniffle
that had Anakin jumping in surprise before he quickly joined in on
hugging the tiny body.

‘Brain chemistry and Force abilities are all out of sync for him.
Everything is different even if the memories and personality is the
same.’ Running his hand through Obi-Wan’s feathery soft hair,
Anakin made a quiet noise. “How about I make you some tea Obi-Wan?”
He questioned gently.

“…Only allowed decaf tea… but please?” One slightly glassy
eye peered up at Anakin from Ahsoka’s shoulder.

“I’ll make a pot of one of the decaf teas you like.” The knight
assured, giving the others hair another stroke before moving away to
allow Ahsoka more space to hug Obi-Wan, getting up and going into the
kitchen instead.

He took the chance to make Obi-Wan a scone with some jam filling and
creamed cheese in too, if Obi-Wan was anything like his old self he
wouldn’t have thought to eat and if his body was anything like kids
in general he would need some food to keep his blood sugars up.

Peeking out into the living room, Anakin smiled to himself when he
saw Ahsoka had joined Obi-Wan in the armchair and had the other Jedi
on her lap as he showed her something on the pad. ‘Oh Obi-Wan, how
come its always you?’ He thought wearily to himself.

Hey Modddy! For “Small Steps” how does Anakin react? Obi may be mentally an adult, but his body/brain chemistry is that of a child, and I imagine he has the (still learning) immune system of a toddler too? I imagine Anakin would be panakin with a smol, sick, and helpless master.

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Having been warned, in details by Kit Fisto, and actually seeing it
was two different things Anakin had to admit as his master stared up
at him from the face of a three year old with little freckles
covering his chubby face and a too large pad held in small hands as
he sat in Obi-Wan’s favorite blue armchair that had been in the
quarters since Anakin had first entered it.

Behind him, Ahsoka gave a little awed gasp and then fluttered past
him in a hurry, kneeling down in front of Obi-Wan and the chair with
her hands on the arms of it. “Master Obi-Wan!” She squeaked. “You
were so tiny!”

Obi-Wan blinked at her then gave a shy smile. “Hello Ahsoka. And
yes… I used to be small.” His voice was just a tiny flute like
thing, more refined then most toddlers but that just reaffirmed that
this was Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Anakin entered the quarters and moved closer too, staring down at the
little boy. “Kark Obi-Wan…” He didn’t know what else to say
though he couldn’t help a little laugh when Obi-Wan scowled up at
him, the look more like a pout then an actual scowl and certainly not
intimidating at all.

“Language Anakin.” He huffed sternly.

It was almost laughable that a tiny toddler was scolding him but then
Anakin sobered.

This was Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan who was actually thirty six and not three
and he was stuck in his small body to the frustration of the master
from what Kit had told him.

“I’m sorry Obi-Wan, its just such a strange situation.” Anakin
apologized quietly.

That got a sigh out of Obi-Wan, tinged with frustration and
weariness. “You can say that again.” His shoulders slumped a bit.

Ahsoka glanced up at Anakin in worry at that before reaching out and
pulling the little boy body into a careful hug.

Obi-Wan tensed up at first before slowly relaxing into the hug and
even tucking his face into Ahsoka’s shoulder with a little sniffle
that had Anakin jumping in surprise before he quickly joined in on
hugging the tiny body.

‘Brain chemistry and Force abilities are all out of sync for him.
Everything is different even if the memories and personality is the
same.’ Running his hand through Obi-Wan’s feathery soft hair,
Anakin made a quiet noise. “How about I make you some tea Obi-Wan?”
He questioned gently.

“…Only allowed decaf tea… but please?” One slightly glassy
eye peered up at Anakin from Ahsoka’s shoulder.

“I’ll make a pot of one of the decaf teas you like.” The knight
assured, giving the others hair another stroke before moving away to
allow Ahsoka more space to hug Obi-Wan, getting up and going into the
kitchen instead.

He took the chance to make Obi-Wan a scone with some jam filling and
creamed cheese in too, if Obi-Wan was anything like his old self he
wouldn’t have thought to eat and if his body was anything like kids
in general he would need some food to keep his blood sugars up.

Peeking out into the living room, Anakin smiled to himself when he
saw Ahsoka had joined Obi-Wan in the armchair and had the other Jedi
on her lap as he showed her something on the pad. ‘Oh Obi-Wan, how
come its always you?’ He thought wearily to himself.

I just read your DaddyVader verse and was wondering if we could get a snippet of them after he’s toppled Palpatine?

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Startled, Vader looked to his side when he felt a little tug on his
tunic, his face turning from surprise to amusement when he found
Obi-Wan and Luke, the older leading the younger by the hand. Turning
from the table full of Palpatine’s former sycophants turned Vader’s
sycophants after he killed the other Sith, he chuckled softly at his
boys. “And where did you two come from? I thought you were suppose
to be looked after by your nanny boys.” He teased.

Obi-Wan gave a happy little grin at that. “She fell asleep.” He
wiggled before pointing at Luke. “Luke made her fall asleep.”

Looking to the blond, Vader raised an amused eyebrow. “Did he now.”
He chuckled.

Luke just gave a guiltless grin around his thumb while sucking on it,
wiggling lightly as he did. “Foo’?” He asked.

Obi-Wan gave a hopeful look at that. “Please Daddy Ani? Fruit
mush?” He wiggled a bit, Luke also perking up at the mention of
fruit mush since it was usually sweet and nommy for them.

About to answer the boys, Vader closed his eyes when one of the men
in the room cleared his throat. Slowly Vader turned his head to look
at them through narrow slits. “…Yes Admiral Motti?” He gritted
out, clearly unhappy.

The man shifted a bit, clearing his throat again. “While I
understand that your boys are important to you but we are in a
meeting Emperor Vader.” He cautiously, obviously aware he was
threading dangerous ground with a man who did not like him.

Vader stared at him for a long moment. “…The only reason I am not
currently snapping your neck for insubordination Admiral is the
presence of said boys.” He flickered his hand, quite pointedly
floating a stylus up in level with Motti’s eye with the sharp end
pointed at the eye in an obvious threat. “That won’t always be
the case.” He lip snarled at him.

Motti gave a shaky nod, face pale even as the stylus dropped.

Giving the man a long look Vader turned back to the boys before
smiling at them. “Alright then boys, how about I postpone the
meeting until tomorrow and I’ll come with you two now?” He
chuckled at the twin cheers before reaching down and lifting both
Obi-Wan and Luke onto each their side of his hips, chuckling warmly
when both gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Mush we go then.” He
headed for the doors.

Behind him he could hear the grumbling the admirals and captains he
left behind… and the amusement of the senators.

Organa in particular seemed utterly amused.

“Fruit mush, fruit mush, fruit mush!” Obi-Wan cheered with Luke
joining in to Vader’s amusement. He’d honestly have to keep a
closer eye on the two in case Obi-Wan taught Luke some weird stuff or
something, you never knew with kids these days.

Well at least Luke got tired of cheering for fruit mush and stuck his
thumb back in his mouth after a few moment, settling his cheek on the
Emperor’s chest with a happy little noise as his ‘brother’ kept
chanting about fruit mush and hopefully some blue whipped cream on
top.

Well, no one said child rearing was easy Vader thought in amusement.

I just read your DaddyVader verse and was wondering if we could get a snippet of them after he’s toppled Palpatine?

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Startled, Vader looked to his side when he felt a little tug on his
tunic, his face turning from surprise to amusement when he found
Obi-Wan and Luke, the older leading the younger by the hand. Turning
from the table full of Palpatine’s former sycophants turned Vader’s
sycophants after he killed the other Sith, he chuckled softly at his
boys. “And where did you two come from? I thought you were suppose
to be looked after by your nanny boys.” He teased.

Obi-Wan gave a happy little grin at that. “She fell asleep.” He
wiggled before pointing at Luke. “Luke made her fall asleep.”

Looking to the blond, Vader raised an amused eyebrow. “Did he now.”
He chuckled.

Luke just gave a guiltless grin around his thumb while sucking on it,
wiggling lightly as he did. “Foo’?” He asked.

Obi-Wan gave a hopeful look at that. “Please Daddy Ani? Fruit
mush?” He wiggled a bit, Luke also perking up at the mention of
fruit mush since it was usually sweet and nommy for them.

About to answer the boys, Vader closed his eyes when one of the men
in the room cleared his throat. Slowly Vader turned his head to look
at them through narrow slits. “…Yes Admiral Motti?” He gritted
out, clearly unhappy.

The man shifted a bit, clearing his throat again. “While I
understand that your boys are important to you but we are in a
meeting Emperor Vader.” He cautiously, obviously aware he was
threading dangerous ground with a man who did not like him.

Vader stared at him for a long moment. “…The only reason I am not
currently snapping your neck for insubordination Admiral is the
presence of said boys.” He flickered his hand, quite pointedly
floating a stylus up in level with Motti’s eye with the sharp end
pointed at the eye in an obvious threat. “That won’t always be
the case.” He lip snarled at him.

Motti gave a shaky nod, face pale even as the stylus dropped.

Giving the man a long look Vader turned back to the boys before
smiling at them. “Alright then boys, how about I postpone the
meeting until tomorrow and I’ll come with you two now?” He
chuckled at the twin cheers before reaching down and lifting both
Obi-Wan and Luke onto each their side of his hips, chuckling warmly
when both gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Mush we go then.” He
headed for the doors.

Behind him he could hear the grumbling the admirals and captains he
left behind… and the amusement of the senators.

Organa in particular seemed utterly amused.

“Fruit mush, fruit mush, fruit mush!” Obi-Wan cheered with Luke
joining in to Vader’s amusement. He’d honestly have to keep a
closer eye on the two in case Obi-Wan taught Luke some weird stuff or
something, you never knew with kids these days.

Well at least Luke got tired of cheering for fruit mush and stuck his
thumb back in his mouth after a few moment, settling his cheek on the
Emperor’s chest with a happy little noise as his ‘brother’ kept
chanting about fruit mush and hopefully some blue whipped cream on
top.

Well, no one said child rearing was easy Vader thought in amusement.

Small steps: you said that obi has to fight his instincts that tell him to act like a toddler. Is his mental age going to start regressing to match his physical age?

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Slowly crawling into Plo’s lap, Obi-Wan struggled not to sniffle as
the kel dor carefully helped him with a little boost into his lap and
tucked his arms around him, the claws gently stroking away tears that
Obi-Wan hadn’t noticed falling down his face.

“Oh Obi-Wan, are you hurt?” The man murmured quietly as he rested
his claw on the others knees.

“No… just sore.” Obi-Wan whispered, settling against the kel
dor quietly. “I keep tripping over my own legs.” He mumbled out
and settled his hands folded in his lap so he couldn’t give into
his urge to stick his thumb in his mouth and suck on.

Giving a little sniffle again, he looked around the council room and
then licked his lips. “I apologize for being late. I… I was
taking a nap.” He admitted, half ashamed and half horrified.

Yoda’s ears rose then fell before he smiled gently at him. “In a
normal state you are not Obi-Wan, understand that certain things are
different now. Memories the same are, bodies, emotions and instincts
however changed is.” The old troll waved his clawed hand lightly.
“Understand we shall, Force changed you are, allowed
particularities you are.”

Staring at his great grandmaster, Obi-Wan finally nodded and then let
his head flop against Plo’s chest with a soft noise.

“I am a bit worried about Master Kenobi’s age regression though,
memorial its not there but behavioral and instinct vise, it is clear
that he is affected.” Mace rubbed his chin with a small worried
frown. “I’m not saying we should bar you from the chambers.”
Mace quickly assured when Obi-Wan raised his head from the kel dor’s
chest in alarm. “Just that we take everything with a pinch of salt
and perhaps review your answers carefully.”

Staring at the Korun for a few moments Obi-Wan breathed out and
eventually settled his head back on the master’s chest. He
understood, he honestly did but that didn’t mean he was reacting as
he normally and logically would because of the way he was being
affected by the deaging.

Slowly he twisted his hands into his tunics then made a soft noise.

As he listened to the news from the war roll in and flow over him, he
felt claws gently trail through his hair and felt his chin start to
nod downwards.

For all his willpower, he couldn’t manage to remain wake and fell
asleep, curled against Plo’s warm chest.

“…He would never have fallen asleep if he was within his full
range of power.” Mace rumbled, staring at Obi-Wan as Plo carefully
gathered the boy to his chest and tucked his robe around the adult in
a child’s body, keeping him warm.

“I agree with you Mace.” Adi offered quietly. “But its also
clear he can’t help it. For all that its Obi-Wan’s mind in a
child’s body, he is also suffering from the affect of being a child
which requires naps and sleep. We should honestly be grateful that he
can speak clearly and still has his memories. As I remember, he
lisped as a child.” She smiled faintly. “Adorable as it might be
to us, it would be mortifying for Obi-Wan.” She sighed.

“I suggest we continue forward as we have.” Plo murmured to a few
nods. “Obi-Wan needs some form for normalcy, if only to keep his
mental faculties as tethered as possible, be it council meetings or
interaction with his former padawan and his men, we can’t take this
away from him even if we examine his answers more then usual.” He
caressed the soft hair slowly.

There was some quiet agreement before the rest of the council
continued with Obi-Wan resting in Plo’s lap, his soft breathing
filling the little lulls.

Small steps: you said that obi has to fight his instincts that tell him to act like a toddler. Is his mental age going to start regressing to match his physical age?

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Slowly crawling into Plo’s lap, Obi-Wan struggled not to sniffle as
the kel dor carefully helped him with a little boost into his lap and
tucked his arms around him, the claws gently stroking away tears that
Obi-Wan hadn’t noticed falling down his face.

“Oh Obi-Wan, are you hurt?” The man murmured quietly as he rested
his claw on the others knees.

“No… just sore.” Obi-Wan whispered, settling against the kel
dor quietly. “I keep tripping over my own legs.” He mumbled out
and settled his hands folded in his lap so he couldn’t give into
his urge to stick his thumb in his mouth and suck on.

Giving a little sniffle again, he looked around the council room and
then licked his lips. “I apologize for being late. I… I was
taking a nap.” He admitted, half ashamed and half horrified.

Yoda’s ears rose then fell before he smiled gently at him. “In a
normal state you are not Obi-Wan, understand that certain things are
different now. Memories the same are, bodies, emotions and instincts
however changed is.” The old troll waved his clawed hand lightly.
“Understand we shall, Force changed you are, allowed
particularities you are.”

Staring at his great grandmaster, Obi-Wan finally nodded and then let
his head flop against Plo’s chest with a soft noise.

“I am a bit worried about Master Kenobi’s age regression though,
memorial its not there but behavioral and instinct vise, it is clear
that he is affected.” Mace rubbed his chin with a small worried
frown. “I’m not saying we should bar you from the chambers.”
Mace quickly assured when Obi-Wan raised his head from the kel dor’s
chest in alarm. “Just that we take everything with a pinch of salt
and perhaps review your answers carefully.”

Staring at the Korun for a few moments Obi-Wan breathed out and
eventually settled his head back on the master’s chest. He
understood, he honestly did but that didn’t mean he was reacting as
he normally and logically would because of the way he was being
affected by the deaging.

Slowly he twisted his hands into his tunics then made a soft noise.

As he listened to the news from the war roll in and flow over him, he
felt claws gently trail through his hair and felt his chin start to
nod downwards.

For all his willpower, he couldn’t manage to remain wake and fell
asleep, curled against Plo’s warm chest.

“…He would never have fallen asleep if he was within his full
range of power.” Mace rumbled, staring at Obi-Wan as Plo carefully
gathered the boy to his chest and tucked his robe around the adult in
a child’s body, keeping him warm.

“I agree with you Mace.” Adi offered quietly. “But its also
clear he can’t help it. For all that its Obi-Wan’s mind in a
child’s body, he is also suffering from the affect of being a child
which requires naps and sleep. We should honestly be grateful that he
can speak clearly and still has his memories. As I remember, he
lisped as a child.” She smiled faintly. “Adorable as it might be
to us, it would be mortifying for Obi-Wan.” She sighed.

“I suggest we continue forward as we have.” Plo murmured to a few
nods. “Obi-Wan needs some form for normalcy, if only to keep his
mental faculties as tethered as possible, be it council meetings or
interaction with his former padawan and his men, we can’t take this
away from him even if we examine his answers more then usual.” He
caressed the soft hair slowly.

There was some quiet agreement before the rest of the council
continued with Obi-Wan resting in Plo’s lap, his soft breathing
filling the little lulls.

Me again. I was trolling through your archive and found ageflip and I was just wondering if you would write more? Has Anakin Fallen so far? Also your writing is sooooo good. It amazes me how many story lines you have!!!

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Humming quietly as he rocked back and forth in the rocking chair,
Anakin rested his cheek against the downy little hair as he rubbed
the babe’s back as the little one sobbed softly into his shoulder.
“Shhh, I know baby boy, I know… your tummy hurts and its all my
fault for giving you the milk.” He murmured quietly.

Opening his yellow eyes again, he pulled back enough to look at the
redhead in his arms as Obi-Wan continued to quietly hiccup and sob.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were allergic to the milk
substitute baby or I wouldn’t have feed you it with Luke and Leia.”
He tucked his deaged little padawan back against his shoulder,
letting him sob himself tired as there was nothing he could do.

The medic told him that Obi-Wan’s body had to work through most of
the milk chemicals before they could give him a small hypospray that
would prevent the hives and rashes that would follow but that Obi-Wan
would still have diarrhea and vomiting for a few days.

But now Anakin knew better, knew that Obi-Wan required a special
formula compared to the twins or else he would be in sever stomach
pains. “You always were special weren’t you Obi?” He chuckled
softly before soothing at him through the Force. “Oh baby boy,
sweet one.” He hummed, rubbing his back and tucking his stomach
against Anakin’s shoulder to keep it warm even as Obi-Wan spit up some onto the rag
Anakin had settled onto his shoulder in the beginning of all of this.

He had acted too hasty that day on Mustafar, the grasp of the dark
and his rage taking control from him.

In his rage at both Obi-Wan and Padme he had injured both of them.

Padme had paid with her life during birth, giving him Luke and Leia
and Obi-Wan…

Obi-Wan had gone into a seizure, his adolescent body scorched with
lighting and his throat raw from being Force choked but Anakin had
saved him thanks to his master.

By deaging the boy to his infant stages. Technically speaking he was
about a month older then the twins but Anakin had named them triplets
for simplicity sake.

After all, they were all Anakin’s now.

And he would raise all three.

Standing slowly, Anakin started to rumble as he paced the nursery
with Leia and Luke sleeping peacefully under the mobile of star ships
and planets that orbited their cribs, cuddling their stuffed
taun-tauns.

“Do I need to take you with me to my meeting?” Anakin questioned
softly as Obi-Wan’s little hiccuping sobs continued, sighing
softly. “I think I do. But that’s alright baby boy. You’re more
important to me then any meeting.” He headed over to a closet and
pulled out the baby bag, settling it on his free shoulder with its
diapers and other baby items.

Then he set off out, handing the reins of Luke and Leia over to the
nannies for now as he took Obi-Wan with him.

It wasn’t easy to both be a Lord of an Empire and a father to
three.

Me again. I was trolling through your archive and found ageflip and I was just wondering if you would write more? Has Anakin Fallen so far? Also your writing is sooooo good. It amazes me how many story lines you have!!!

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Humming quietly as he rocked back and forth in the rocking chair,
Anakin rested his cheek against the downy little hair as he rubbed
the babe’s back as the little one sobbed softly into his shoulder.
“Shhh, I know baby boy, I know… your tummy hurts and its all my
fault for giving you the milk.” He murmured quietly.

Opening his yellow eyes again, he pulled back enough to look at the
redhead in his arms as Obi-Wan continued to quietly hiccup and sob.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were allergic to the milk
substitute baby or I wouldn’t have feed you it with Luke and Leia.”
He tucked his deaged little padawan back against his shoulder,
letting him sob himself tired as there was nothing he could do.

The medic told him that Obi-Wan’s body had to work through most of
the milk chemicals before they could give him a small hypospray that
would prevent the hives and rashes that would follow but that Obi-Wan
would still have diarrhea and vomiting for a few days.

But now Anakin knew better, knew that Obi-Wan required a special
formula compared to the twins or else he would be in sever stomach
pains. “You always were special weren’t you Obi?” He chuckled
softly before soothing at him through the Force. “Oh baby boy,
sweet one.” He hummed, rubbing his back and tucking his stomach
against Anakin’s shoulder to keep it warm even as Obi-Wan spit up some onto the rag
Anakin had settled onto his shoulder in the beginning of all of this.

He had acted too hasty that day on Mustafar, the grasp of the dark
and his rage taking control from him.

In his rage at both Obi-Wan and Padme he had injured both of them.

Padme had paid with her life during birth, giving him Luke and Leia
and Obi-Wan…

Obi-Wan had gone into a seizure, his adolescent body scorched with
lighting and his throat raw from being Force choked but Anakin had
saved him thanks to his master.

By deaging the boy to his infant stages. Technically speaking he was
about a month older then the twins but Anakin had named them triplets
for simplicity sake.

After all, they were all Anakin’s now.

And he would raise all three.

Standing slowly, Anakin started to rumble as he paced the nursery
with Leia and Luke sleeping peacefully under the mobile of star ships
and planets that orbited their cribs, cuddling their stuffed
taun-tauns.

“Do I need to take you with me to my meeting?” Anakin questioned
softly as Obi-Wan’s little hiccuping sobs continued, sighing
softly. “I think I do. But that’s alright baby boy. You’re more
important to me then any meeting.” He headed over to a closet and
pulled out the baby bag, settling it on his free shoulder with its
diapers and other baby items.

Then he set off out, handing the reins of Luke and Leia over to the
nannies for now as he took Obi-Wan with him.

It wasn’t easy to both be a Lord of an Empire and a father to
three.

How about a de-aged obi wan? Like out on a mission during the clone wars with Anakin/Cody/everyone, and somehow gets turned into a baby/toddler? He could have his memories and just be a toddler in body, or be fully baby, up to you! I think it would be so cute to see everyone else go gaga over how cute he is. Bonus is if he council members who knew him as a baby desperately want to see him/cuddles him!

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It was a terrible sensation, trying to resist the urge to suck on his
thumb but Obi-Wan resisting valiantly or as valiantly as he could
against his new body. His mind was telling him one thing and his body
was telling him another in the requirement of comfort that he needed.

But then again according to his mind he was thirty six and according
to his body he was three and a half and prone to tripping over his
own legs because he either had no balance anymore or took much too
long steps because his mind believed he had longer legs then he
actually now possessed.

Which would end with him face planting into whatever ground he was
at, be it a durasteel floor, dusty stamped down ground or grass.

Huffing a bit to himself, Obi-Wan pushed himself up on his butt and
sat there as he firmly pinched his lips together to avoid sniffling
or crying because he was not going to start crying over something as
stupid as tripping over his own stupid legs.

But even as he thought that he could feel his eyes well with idiotic
tears over such a small inconvenience.

“Sir are you alright?” Cody quickly knelt down beside him.

His troopers had as gallantly as they could tried not to change their
behavior around him, outside of insisting that he not try to battle
against droids and Sith in the nude as when the change had occurred
they had not had any clothes for the man turned into a small toddler.

The stupid Sith holocron blowing up had practically electrocuted
Obi-Wan and then… poof, he’d been trapped in his own clothes in
the middle of a battlefield with droids and troopers firing all
around.

Taking a deep breath that came suspiciously close to a sniffle,
Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes commander. I just fell… again… for the
eight time today.” He shifted and pushed himself up slowly, rubbing
the rolled up sleeve of his giant tunic turned into a dress under his
nose.

Cody hesitated but stood too. “Sir I could carry you. I could carry
you up to the council chamber.” The man murmured.

Obi-Wan stared down at his tiny feet wrapped in strips of cloth to
create makeshift shoes. It would take him a long time to walk that
entire way but until now he had resisted that particular
mortification of being carried.

But Obi-Wan was already feeling tired of walking. “…Please
Commander, I would… very much appreciate if you’d help me to the
council.” He settled on quietly and lifted his arms up towards the
other man, letting him lift him onto his armored hip as the rest of
the 212th pretended nothing was happening, being the
professional they were even as the rest of the hanger was either
outright staring or trying to be discrete about it.

“Of course sir, we’ll get there fast as hyperspeed.” Cody
assured and started walking, arms around the General turned into a
toddler, one below him and one around him to keep him supported.

One of the things Obi-Wan was looking forward to now that they were
back in the temple was to get an entire set of clothes.

He was feeling very… underdressed.

And he had to resist the humiliation of hiding his face in Cody’s
chest as people couldn’t seem to stop staring at him, the Jedi able
to tell who he was from his Force signature as Cody moved as quickly
as he could through the halls of the Jedi temple.

The staring still didn’t prepare him for the reaction of the rest
of the council as they stared and prodded at him with the Force at
him before Depa slowly stood and accepted Obi-Wan from Cody, staring
at him with wide eyes before she moved to her chair and settled down
with him on her lap, gently touching the bruises on his knobby knees
from falling and touching his tiny chubby hands.

And then she hugged him, arms wrapping tight around his slim and tiny
body. “Oh Obi-Wan, why is it always you?” She whispered, voice
raw and emphatic.

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched at that before he buried his face into her
chest and did something no three year old would ever be ashamed of
doing.

He started sobbing hard and heavy while fisting his hands into his
fellow councilor’s tunic.

He really wished he knew why it always was him.

How about a de-aged obi wan? Like out on a mission during the clone wars with Anakin/Cody/everyone, and somehow gets turned into a baby/toddler? He could have his memories and just be a toddler in body, or be fully baby, up to you! I think it would be so cute to see everyone else go gaga over how cute he is. Bonus is if he council members who knew him as a baby desperately want to see him/cuddles him!

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It was a terrible sensation, trying to resist the urge to suck on his
thumb but Obi-Wan resisting valiantly or as valiantly as he could
against his new body. His mind was telling him one thing and his body
was telling him another in the requirement of comfort that he needed.

But then again according to his mind he was thirty six and according
to his body he was three and a half and prone to tripping over his
own legs because he either had no balance anymore or took much too
long steps because his mind believed he had longer legs then he
actually now possessed.

Which would end with him face planting into whatever ground he was
at, be it a durasteel floor, dusty stamped down ground or grass.

Huffing a bit to himself, Obi-Wan pushed himself up on his butt and
sat there as he firmly pinched his lips together to avoid sniffling
or crying because he was not going to start crying over something as
stupid as tripping over his own stupid legs.

But even as he thought that he could feel his eyes well with idiotic
tears over such a small inconvenience.

“Sir are you alright?” Cody quickly knelt down beside him.

His troopers had as gallantly as they could tried not to change their
behavior around him, outside of insisting that he not try to battle
against droids and Sith in the nude as when the change had occurred
they had not had any clothes for the man turned into a small toddler.

The stupid Sith holocron blowing up had practically electrocuted
Obi-Wan and then… poof, he’d been trapped in his own clothes in
the middle of a battlefield with droids and troopers firing all
around.

Taking a deep breath that came suspiciously close to a sniffle,
Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes commander. I just fell… again… for the
eight time today.” He shifted and pushed himself up slowly, rubbing
the rolled up sleeve of his giant tunic turned into a dress under his
nose.

Cody hesitated but stood too. “Sir I could carry you. I could carry
you up to the council chamber.” The man murmured.

Obi-Wan stared down at his tiny feet wrapped in strips of cloth to
create makeshift shoes. It would take him a long time to walk that
entire way but until now he had resisted that particular
mortification of being carried.

But Obi-Wan was already feeling tired of walking. “…Please
Commander, I would… very much appreciate if you’d help me to the
council.” He settled on quietly and lifted his arms up towards the
other man, letting him lift him onto his armored hip as the rest of
the 212th pretended nothing was happening, being the
professional they were even as the rest of the hanger was either
outright staring or trying to be discrete about it.

“Of course sir, we’ll get there fast as hyperspeed.” Cody
assured and started walking, arms around the General turned into a
toddler, one below him and one around him to keep him supported.

One of the things Obi-Wan was looking forward to now that they were
back in the temple was to get an entire set of clothes.

He was feeling very… underdressed.

And he had to resist the humiliation of hiding his face in Cody’s
chest as people couldn’t seem to stop staring at him, the Jedi able
to tell who he was from his Force signature as Cody moved as quickly
as he could through the halls of the Jedi temple.

The staring still didn’t prepare him for the reaction of the rest
of the council as they stared and prodded at him with the Force at
him before Depa slowly stood and accepted Obi-Wan from Cody, staring
at him with wide eyes before she moved to her chair and settled down
with him on her lap, gently touching the bruises on his knobby knees
from falling and touching his tiny chubby hands.

And then she hugged him, arms wrapping tight around his slim and tiny
body. “Oh Obi-Wan, why is it always you?” She whispered, voice
raw and emphatic.

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched at that before he buried his face into her
chest and did something no three year old would ever be ashamed of
doing.

He started sobbing hard and heavy while fisting his hands into his
fellow councilor’s tunic.

He really wished he knew why it always was him.