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MerSong- obi-wan and anakin have some alone time? thank you moddy ♥

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Fluttering beside the other mer, Anakin couldn’t resist reaching out to run his fingertips along the others back, smiling when all Obi-Wan did was shiver slightly at his touch and give him an amused glance in turn.

It also made Anakin grimace a bit, now that he had Obi-Wan’s attention. “I’m sorry about being set to work like this.” He stated mournfully.

Jango, the unmerciful bastard he was, had set both Anakin and Obi-Wan to work the next day, sending both mers to work on the kelp beds to gather what was grown enough and to ensure the rest was growing as intended and also send any vermin away.

Well, not unmerciful, it was Jango’s duty as head of their pod to ensure the entire pod was both safe and feed properly.

From the hunting parties to the searchers to the growers, everyone circling through the tasks… well, everyone but Echo, Echo’s duties was kept to growing and searching due to how damaged his tail was and if Anakin could get his hands on the humans that harmed him…

“I don’t mind. Jango was kind enough to send us together, so at least we get some alone time.” Obi-Wan stated warmly, flickering his tail over Anakin’s flukes, the motion ghostly light.

Perking up, Anakin looked back to the cave, noting how far away it was.

One of the others could of course see them, the others had good eyesight but among the kelp, he and Obi-Wan could get some privacy time and he was right, they were technically alone, able to speak intimately.

Taking advantage of that, Anakin swam closer to his mate to be, nosing right up against him as Obi-Wan showed no sign of being coy and swimming away. “Do you want pups?” He questioned quietly, catching the omega to hold him close. “We never talked about it, I won’t force you to carry any but… if you’re interested?” He peered hopefully at Obi-Wan.

And relaxed when Obi-Wan flickered his tail to gently wrap around Anakin’s, their tails flexible enough for an easy hold as he smiled at Anakin. “I do. I want as many pups as my body can handle. Though I’m not as young as you.” He stated at tad shyly.

Huffing, Anakin leaned in and nuzzled at Obi-Wan’s collarbone and neck, sniffing lightly. “Don’t care. Any pups you give me is enough for me. And you smell so ripe and ready, fertile as only an omega in their prime can be.” He whispered, his voice dropping to a deeper pitch.

Ocean sands, Obi-Wan smelled so good.

Anakin would have to find a good place for their bonding and mating, a good place away from the others.

Right now they were friendly but when Obi-Wan went into heat, it be a fight for potential mating rights.

And none of Anakin’s and soon to be Obi-Wan’s podmates were actually interested in Obi-Wan that way, much to Anakin’s relief.

Rex and Cody had found a friend and equal in hunting. Echo and Fives had found someone they could talk with and share comfort, Jango and old friend and Boba?

Boba had found someone that was happy to spoil him, cuddle him like the youngest he was.

And with Obi-Wan, Boba didn’t seem to mind being coddled just a bit.

But when Obi-Wan’s heat scent released, the situation would be different.

The scent would draw on ancient instincts, instincts all mers had and Anakin would rather not fight his friends and found family if he could help it if their instincts proved to be too overpowering initially.

Anakin would find a good cave for them, fill it with food for them and keep Obi-Wan happy and breed, bond him to Anakin. “I’ll treat you well, fill you up with pups, as many as you want.” Anakin promised, purring against Obi-Wan’s neck and chirping when Obi-Wan gave a delighted little shudder when Anakin’s hand ran over his stomach and down his scales, feeling the patch of scales hotter than the rest where Obi-Wan’s breeding opening and cock was hidden.

Female omegas didn’t have that organ but Anakin knew, from touching his own, that it could be a lot of fun and wondered how Obi-Wan would react to it being touched, wondering if Obi-Wan would get a knot or if that was simply an alpha feature.

He had never mated with anyone else, Anakin not having any interest for teenage fumbles as he knew the others sometimes had with bypassing alphas or omegas, so he was relatively experienced in this area.

He couldn’t wait to explore Obi-Wan when his heat hit.

#knittinglove: Obi makes Ani his socks and Ani makes his brother something special too!

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Glancing over to the other man sitting under the window, Obi-Wan frowned quietly to himself as he paused his knitting for Cody in his lap.

Lately, Anakin had been withdrawn, ever since former Chancellor Palpatine had been found dead in his office.

Apparently the man had suffered a seizure of some kind and had fallen, hitting his head on the arm of a statue in his office, a rather ghastly one if you asked Obi-Wan, since it depicted a man in the throws of what looked like intense fear.

The fall onto such a statue however, marble as it was, had cracked the man’s skull, causing swelling and slowly, without anyone coming into the office as Palpatine had requested some quiet time for a meal, the man had died due to the swelling of his brain.

There had been several emergency Senate meetings due to the crisis of the Republic not having any Chancellor at the moment, some lasting hours upon hours, Padme dealing with it and her pregnancy bump.

The stress was getting to her clearly along with her hormones as she had snapped at Anakin.

That and the death of his friend had Anakin sulking, though Obi-Wan knew her and Anakin would speak soon.

This was simply the stress at the moment, Padme truly loved Anakin.

Setting aside his knitting, Obi-Wan stood and made his way to their meditation mats, gently resting his hand on Anakin’s shoulder. He knew there was no way Anakin would be able to meditate, not even the moving meditation the other preferred using.

The blond instantly looked up, a droid head in his lap and a multitool held limply in his mech hand as he peered up with soulful, blue eyes. “Obi?” He mumbled.

Normally when he was busy with his own things, Obi-Wan would let Ahsoka distract Anakin when he was in such a snit, taking Anakin dueling under the guise of teaching. But Ahsoka was with Barris at the moment and Obi-Wan loathed the idea of taking her time away with her friend when they were both on Coruscant.

So he instead put his knitting aside. “I’m sure Padme will call soon,” Anakin flinched at the kind words, Obi-Wan hitting the nail on the head. “She’s simply stressed, these additional emergency sessions to elect a new Chancellor along with her pregnancy is doing her no favor. Her poor ankles and back must be killing her.” Obi-Wan carefully stated, rubbing his thumb into the hard muscle of the shoulder.

Anakin stared at him before slumping, nodding shakily. “I know… I know, I just… I want my wife.” He whispered, giving a sad little whine as he stared down at the droid head.

Humming faintly, Obi-Wan knelt down before reaching out to summon his recently finished knitwear.

He noticed Anakin looking at him once more, feeling the shift in the Force and Obi-Wan had to fight not to smile when the blond perked up, Anakin seeing the socks being summoned.

Chuckling, Obi-Wan held them out to the other. “I intended them for your birthday but since its closing in on the cold days, you can have them now.” He murmured, Anakin giving him a knowing look even as he accepted the baby blue socks made with the yarn Anakin had picked.

Anakin fully well knew this was Obi-Wan’s attempt to cheer him.

But he accepted them still, smiling at the socks.

Then he hesitated, peering at Obi-Wan, anxiety and hope in his eyes as he bit at his bottom lip.

The look had Obi-Wan tilting his head curiously, asking without words what the other was thinking of.

“…Would you be one of the twins godparent?” Anakin whispered, holding tightly onto the socks as Obi-Wan’s face turned shocked. “Padme and I talked about it, when we learned we were having twins and we agreed that you would be a great godparent for one of them and I… I had a speech prepared on how to ask bu-” He froze as Obi-Wan threw his arms around the other man, hugging him tightly.

“…I would be honored Anakin, deeply and truly honored and I very much accept.” Obi-Wan whispered, feeling lightheaded and overwhelmed with joy as Anakin hugged him just as tightly in return.

Anakin breathed out a shaky laugh and nuzzled lightly at Obi-Wan’s hair, both brothers feeling warm and loved.

So how does Knight Moddy celebrate christmas?

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Life day in the temple was always a fun time to be IN temple and Anakin almost couldn’t contain his excitement at being in temple this year.

Since Obi-Wan started bringing him with him on missions, he hadn’t had a day in the temple since he was fifteen and with the war it was even rarer for him to be in the temple. All public places of the temple except the garden smelled of baked goods from a thousand different worlds, there were ornaments hanging everywhere.

The living quarters halls were actually the most exciting if you were peeping at ornaments, everyone hung something on their doors, something either from their lineages or their homeworlds.

His and Obi-Wan’s quarters door actually had colored socks hanging on their door, personally decorated by the person’s name who owned the sock.

It was an old Tatooine tradition, hanging up stockings that gifts were left behind him, generally small things.

His mother used to give him sweets that way, caramelized fruits that she had made or something she had carved, something Anakin had picked up from her, carving gifts for his mother every year.

The inside of their quarters however were a lot more mixed, both with traditions from both Obi-Wan and Anakin.

The tree thing had really been one of the oddest things Anakin had done the first time but he had come to enjoy decorating the small tree they got with the glass baubles. And even more so, he enjoyed the way it made Obi-Wan smile, as all the ornaments were things they had made, either from Obi-Wan’s own padawan days or Anakin’s.

It was really interesting, seeing the meshing of traditions in the Jedi temple, younglings running around with cookies they had baked in the creche and Anakin had already gotten one from them.

“Knight Moddy!” One of the younglings cried out and Anakin automatically tried to make himself small as the knight in question turned.

Kark, he had no idea she was in temple this year too. Anakin had always been slightly uneasy by the knight, something about the way she looked at people, as if she knew more than she said always put him on edge.

But at that moment she just smiled and knelt down for the younglings to gift her with cookies. “Hello little ones, I see you made sugar cookies.” She laughed easily.

The younglings giggled together, nodding. “Uhu, Life day!” One chirped.

Another squirmed forward, the young boy looking astoundingly alike Knight Moddy much to Anakin’s surprise. “How do you celebrate Life day Knight Moddy? Do you celebrate it at all?”

Knight Moddy’s blind eye did the eerie glow flash that she sometimes did, though the younglings didn’t seem too disturbed by it as she grinned at them. “Oh, I do. I celebrate in the tradition of my homeworld you see, Yule and soon, soon it is time for the wild hunt.” She grinned at the younglings.

“The wild hunt?” The boy perked up and it made Anakin consider that maybe they were from the same planet.

Knight Moddy laughed, winking at the kids. “My planet worship a pantheon of gods and goddess and on the twenty first of December, it is time for the wild hunt,” She tapped her lip thoughtfully. “As the name indicates, it is a hunt. Odin rides at the front on his horse Sleipner with his ghostly einjerjar and howling dogs, seeking out those who do evil deeds during the year that has not repented,” She winked at the slightly pale children. “Oh don’t worry too much, Odin doesn’t seek children. Its the adults he sees.”

The kids relaxed at that, looking at each other before the boy seemed to take courage again. “And how do you celebrate the wild hunt?”

She pointed further down the hall to her own dorm door. There was an unlit candle hanging in a lantern on her door and on the floor beside it an empty plate. “On that day, I light the candle and I leave out my offerings to Odin, should he find it to his taste, he might look kindly at me.” She winked at them with her blind eye.

The younglings exchanged more excited looks, even Anakin was paying attention.

“If he’s happy, he’ll leave me gold,” She chuckled quietly. “If he’s unhappy he might fling a horse leg inside my quarters… rather not have that option,” Moddy grimaced before reaching out and ruffling the kids hair. “Now, shoo, the rest of the celebration is private and adult stuff.” She grinned, watching the kids run off to find other knights, masters and padawans to harass as she took a bite out of her cookie.

‘…Guess every world has their celebration.’ Anakin mused.

awwwww sensitivetorejection is soooo cute❤️ can we have some bruck being mean to obi and protective qui coming to his rescue?

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Rolling the joystick on the dice slowly as he read, Obi-Wan decided that he rather liked this tool Qui-Gon had gotten him.

The dice was quiet, so it was perfect to take to lessons and further on to missions but had options for him to use.

There were six functions, a joystick on one side, a rolling ball, buttons you could click in patterns, a rolling textured wheel, a textured patch of rubbery spikes and a button you simply flipped back and forth.

The last option was kinda boring but Obi-Wan used it too sometimes but stuck mostly to the joystick, wheel and rolling ball, those three were his favorite sides since his fingers were occupied with it at all time.

Qui-Gon had gotten several others too, but Obi-Wan had yet to test them.

If he was honest, he was happy with the dice but he knew it was better to test the others in case Obi-Wan waylaid the dic-a hand grabbed his, jerking the dice out of his hand and Obi-Wan jerked to in surprise, blinking owlishly up at Bruck as the other sneered down at him with a discomforted Aalto right behind him, the other human looking away from the scene. “What in Force name are you playing with Oafy-Wan?” Bruck sneered at him, contempt and curiosity oozing of him into the Force.

Bristling, Obi-Wan stood, holding out his hand. “This is the reading hall Bruck, we’re not suppose to disturb each other.” He hissed as quietly as he could and yet still be heard.

Master Tinta had reserved B-2 hall for her class, they were suppose to read their chapter in quiet and solve the questions she had given them while she was with the healers as something had cropped up with her padawan.

Even now Obi-Wan could see others looking to them curiously, some with dread and some with anticipation.

Everyone knew that he and Bruck had an antagonistic relationship at best and at worst a bullying one, despite Obi-Wan trying not to let the other get to him too often.

It was rather unbecoming, prospective padawan’s and actual padawan’s looking forward to a potential fight and Obi-Wan pursed his lips tightly as he stared at Bruck.

Snorting loudly, Bruck just made a mocking motion with his other hand not holding the dice. “Oh, we’re suppose to read, I wouldn’t have guessed that. With your constant clicky motions.” He growled at him.

Obi-Wan gritted his teeth as Bruck pointedly flickered the buttons on the dice as loudly as he could. “I did not make that sound. I was using the roller ball, its from my master.” He snapped shortly, already annoyed with Bruck for interrupting him.

“Considering what a weirdo you are, no wonder your master gave you a focusing tool, you pity case. You’re really unfit to becoming a Jedi Oaf-” The two hadn’t noticed anyone approaching, nor had either noticed everyone else suddenly becoming extremely focused on their pads or when Aalto went pale as a sheet and quickly sat down.

They did however notice the large hand suddenly settling on Bruck’s shoulder, both looking up in shock as Qui-Gon stared down at them, bushy brows drawn together. “…What an enlightening conversation Initiate Chun, it seems you have quite the harsh words for a clanmate.” Qui-Gon rumbled out.

Subconsciously, Obi-Wan’s shoulders relaxed, even as he felt Qui-Gon’s ire in their bond.

Because he could feel it wasn’t directed at him.

Still staring up at Qui-Gon, shocked to see the master, Bruck spluttered a bit as he turned red. “I-I didn’t mea-”

Qui-Gon interrupted, not caring for whatever excuse Bruck was going to try for. “I do believe you will be giving Obi-Wan back his dice now, as I have it cleared with all your teachers that he is allowed to keep it in class.” Qui-Gon stated steadily, hand still a warning on the boy’s shoulder.

Mutely, like a scolded puppy, Bruck dropped the dice into Obi-Wan’s waiting hand, the redhead quickly hiding it away in one of his belt pouches.

With that said, Qui-Gon turned his attention on Obi-Wan, his blue eyes softening from icy shards.

“We’re required in the council chamber Obi-Wan, there’s a mission that requires me and that means you’re coming with.” He informed Obi-Wan.

A mission, a real one!

Finally!

Dropping down, Obi-Wan quickly started packing his satchel of pads, half listening as Qui-Gon spoke again. “As for you Initiate Chun, I will be sure to drop a message personally to Clan master Yirva and to master Tinta about today’s little… incident. The council of reassignment will also be informed.” Qui-Gon’s voice was cool, serene but in their bond, Obi-Wan could feel protective anger wrap around him.

It made his chest hurt in a very odd, almost nice way.

I love your works! If you’re taking asks, could you write some Rexwalker, maybe after Salukemi or that Jedi Crash episode?

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The hero with no fear is one giant sham.

Really, Anakin has no idea who came up with that name for him and he’d like to have a talk with the person, just a little talk… in a dark room with no video surveillance.

Obi-Wan’s nickname of the Negotiator fits much better, Obi-Wan can negotiate his way out of an execution and get the crown jewels of a planet!

But Anakin has fears, many.

And most of them centers around the people he cares for, loves.

He fears Ahsoka not becoming a knight as she wants to be.

He fears Obi-Wan shunning him.

He fears having either comm him with tears in their eyes as they finally have a breakdown because of this hellish war.

He fears losing the respect he has managed to get from the council if not their trust.

He fears becoming an outcast among the Jedi.

And most of all… he fears loosing the people he loves.

Which is why Anakin is in the barracks at this moment with his heart in his throat, tearing past troopers as he has one goal in mind.

Finding Rex.

Because Rex had been shot.

His Rex, Rex who had cupped Anakin’s face and pulled him down into a kiss, Rex who laughed into their kisses and rubbed their noses together on cold nights. Rex, who would practically purr when Anakin rubbed his fingers through the short scruff of his blond hair.

Rex, who Anakin knew he loved, which was why he shot into the medbay with his eyes searching around until they landed on his lover.

The shorter man was standing in front of Kix, a little slumped and sans his armor, his skin tinged with a grayish color compared to the healthy tan.

But alive.

Beautifully, wonderfully alive and there, right in front of Anakin as both troopers turned at the sound of the door.

Rex face lit up with a smile the moment he saw Anakin, opening his mouth to greet him and Anakin couldn’t have stopped himself if so the entire council was in the room.

He jumped forward and wrapped his captain in a hug, pressing a desperate kiss to the others lips as he pretty much lifted Rex off his feet, the captain letting out a squeak that he knew the other would deny later.

Beside, vode kept each others secret, Anakin was Rex secret.

This wouldn’t spread and Anakin only pulled back when Rex hit on the back of his shoulders, the captain now flushed instead of gray as he smiled up at Anakin. “I’m glad to see you too,” He chuckled breathlessly. “But please be a bit more careful.” He added on.

Wincing, setting the other down, Anakin glanced worriedly between an exasperated Kix and an amused Rex. “I-I’m sorry.” He stammered even as he kept his hands on Rex waist, desperate to keep in touch with his lover.

Rex just reached up and patted him fondly on the cheek, callused hand warm and gentle. “Its alright cyare, just… a bit sore. Kix got me back in shape and I can even leave the medbay but I need some rest.” The man murmured, eyes softening as Anakin leaned into the touch.

Glancing to Kix for confirmation, Anakin felt his shoulders relax at the medics steady nod. “…My quarters got a good bed and heating system.” Anakin murmured, tugging the other gently with him, chest aching at the soft, exasperated look he got.

‘The hero with no fear, yeah right,’ Anakin leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Rex brow before grasping his hand and pulling him along. ‘More like the hero with a million fears… but they’re worth it.’ He noted to himself, Rex squeezing his hand as they made their way into the hallways.

Most of the 501st knew anyway, neither bothering to hide on their way to Anakin’s quarters.

‘This is worth the fear,’ Anakin glanced at Rex, feeling warm at the sleepy, trusting smile he got from the captain. ‘Rex’s worth the fear. And deserving of all my love.’

Hi Moddy, absolutely love your writing, would you pretty please do something about Palpatine in Jedi are Cats, maybe the clones realising he’s force sensitive feline or his reaction the the Jedi’s increased popularity? Or some more shenanigans or fluff with any of the Jedi and clones. I would just love anything really. You are awesome and never forget it

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Frowning to himself, Cody considered the information Fox had shipped him even as he continued to play with the bell of Obi-Wan’s collar.

His Jedi was thankfully asleep, Cody having managed to coax him into taking a ‘nap’ by offering up his own lap and some hair pettings. Just like every other Jedi that the vode had so far managed to coax into it, Obi-Wan was a sucker for it and had folded after putting on an act of hesitation.

Giving how quickly he folded, Cody knew it was an act, especially as Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around Cody’s waist and cuddled up like a big tooka.

It was adorable and if he wasn’t such a possessive bastard, he might take a picture and show the rest of the GAR.

But that was neither here nor there as Cody was going over the message Fox had released to the officers, slowly scrolling through it on his pad.

Apparently the Supreme Chancellor was Force sensitive.

Fox and the rest of the guards protecting him had taken notice of some of his behavior that correlated to the same way Jedi behaved.

But Palpatine’s official profile said he had an extremely low midichlorians, to the point it should not effect his behavior at all.

Hell, he hadn’t even been considered for the Jedi temple apparently due to how low the count was.

Which was puzzling, because that meant that his Force sensitivity had been hidden for a very long time for some odd reason.

Chancellor Palpatine was from Naboo, from a well of family that could afford to protect and even hire teachers experienced with the Force for their young son, there was no reason why his Force sensitivity would be hidden.

And while it could have effected his political carrier, it wouldn’t have effected it enough to be hidden like this, it would actually be more of a scandal if someone found out now that he was a Force sensitive individual.

He could be accused of using his Force sensitivity to gain his position or using any perceived powers for it.

It just wouldn’t be worth it to hide it.

So that meant that there was another reason for his Force sensitivity to be hidden.

It was bewildering and Cody had an uneasy feeling in his stomach as he tried to think why.

So far none of the reasons for the hiding either made sense or were too dangerous to consider really.

He forced the thought out of his head when Obi-Wan shifted, a discomforted mewl escaping the Jedi as Cody took a deep breath and set his pad aside, focusing on the Jedi instead.

Cody would rather not that Obi-Wan woke up, the Jedi slept too little as it was thanks to the war, Jedi weren’t breed for it, despite many of them excelling at it.

Obi-Wan even better than most.

Not that clones were handling the war any better than the Jedi most of the time but the older ones of them at least understood, had been prepared, trained for it…

They had been groomed for war, as terrible as that was and knew they could lean on each other in a time of need, the shiny’s always knew they could lean on their veteran vode after the first battles, many spending hours crying into the chest of those they trusted.

Jedi however…

Jedi had a harder time of it, they didn’t seem to know how to cope with the war, many of them bottling up the traumas they gained from it, the trauma eating away at their serenity, their rest and the appetites.

So when Cody could get Obi-Wan to karking rest, he would get his cyare to rest, regardless how sappy that made him sound.

‘I’ll think about it later, once Obi-Wan is awake.’ Cody promised himself, breathing deeply as he instead took his pad back and balancing it on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, working on some reports instead for the duration of Obi-Wan’s rest.

At least he’d get something done while acting as a pillow.

Oh aw, Qui-Gon is such a sweet and understanding dad to Adhd Obi-Wan. My mom used to rub my back like that too, I loved it as a kid and still honestly do. Could we have more soft fluff?

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Sitting up, Qui-Gon ruffled Obi-Wan’s outgrown hair as the other grumbled while wiggling his feet in the air. “I know, but your feet are freezing Obi-Wan, you keep those socks on or I’m going to ground you.” He stated warningly.

Obi-Wan had a habit of walking around bare feet in their quarters and while normally that wasn’t an issue, currently it was one, the winter season of Coruscant and two, their section of the temples heating system was on the fritz.

The mechanics were trying to fix it as fast as possible, especially for the species that relied on heat for their well being but they still hadn’t isolated the cause of the fritz.

That meant that their quarters were colder than normally and while Qui-Gon hadn’t noticed it at first, when Obi-Wan flopped over his lap as he had come to do, Qui-Gon had taken notice of Obi-Wan’s blue toenails.

Which had lead to him summoning a pair of fathier fur socks Qui-Gon had bought soon after learning how sensitive Obi-Wan was to fabrics and materials his body didn’t approve of.

While Obi-Wan could stand fathier fur, he was grouchy now due to having to wear socks and Qui-Gon tweaked one of the others toes for point, listening to the little yelp. “See? They’re too cold. I can feel your cold feet through the socks for Force sake.” He half scolded, his tone tinged more with worry than anything else.

Huffing, Obi-Wan nodded reluctantly. “I know. I just really don’t like wearing socks outside of my boots. And that’s because I have to.” He grumbled even as he reached for his pad to start reading and make note for his astronavigational homework.

Chuckling quietly, Qui-Gon rewarded the huffy teen by rubbing his back, smiling slightly as the boy instantly started to relax.

Obi-Wan was a sucker for physical affection unless he was having one of his meltdowns.

It painted the picture that Obi-Wan wasn’t used to receiving so much positive attention and Qui-Gon was doing his best to cure that notion.

Obi-Wan had enough issues going on, the last thing Qui-Gon wanted was for the other to develop touch starvation on top of everything else.

Picking up his pad with his free hand, Qui-Gon went back to reading the study on ADHD that Che had sent him, frowning slightly at the suggestions for stimulation he could get Obi-Wan. Some of them were out already due to the noises they would make, something Jedi couldn’t afford on missions that employed stealth.

But a few of them looked pretty good to him.

‘The popping tool that looks like a pea pod could work,’ Qui-Gon mused. ‘The rolling ring potentially, the tangle thing could also work out, the dice with buttons and dials…’ He tapped at the screen with his thumb to zoom in and not drop his pad.

Some of these things he would simply have to buy and show Obi-Wan, see how he reacted to the stimming tools.

From what Qui-Gon had read, different people reacted differently to the tools, so what worked for others might not work for Obi-Wa- “Bears make plugs out of their poop for hibernation to preserve energy.” He chirped.

Qui-Gon’s brain froze, the man lowering his pad slowly to stare at Obi-Wan’s head. “…What?” He rasped out.

Obi-Wan just shrugged. “Plug out of poop. Makes sense, they sleep for months.” He stated innocently, wiggling.

Blinking heavily as he raised his eye from his padawan, Qui-Gon stared at the darkening window of Coruscant outside. ‘…Thank the Force I put parental locks on all the pads and terminals in our quarters…’ He mused for a long second.

There was no telling what kind of rabbit hole of information Obi-Wan could potentially stumble upon if Qui-Gon had not. ‘…Bear buttplug…’ The deep recesses of Qui-Gon’s mind chimed in and he had to fight the urge to giggle inappropriately.

Okay, really, how did Anakin and Qui-Gon know Obi-Wan had returned in major star?

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Crawling into the bed with the exhausted Obi-Wan, Anakin only spared Qui-Gon a glance before burying himself into the other Jedi, taking in the scent and feel of mom finally being back after so long. He had missed Obi-Wan so much.

Which was why he had stationed R2 down in the hanger, the astromech giving in after a bit of pleading from the blond.

And after the first week of antsy probing at his comm, Qui-Gon had been clued in, both of them keeping an eye on the hangers and R2’s information.

Honestly, the two hadn’t expected the late night call, the two arriving from a late excursion out to the slums as Anakin and Qui-Gon had been investigating a drug ring mission the two had been handed.

An on Coruscant mission, easy for a fresh padawan with their home in sight, learning to work with their masters on a planet where Jedi were known and at least somewhat respected.

It was only luck that the two had arrived and about to prepare for bed when R2 commed Anakin, informing him that Obi-Wan was back.

His mom was back and with a little whimper, Anakin nuzzled into the warm, softness of the others body.

After a moment, he felt the bed dip as Qui-Gon settled down too, pressing both Obi-Wan and Anakin towards the wall as they squished in, the bed really too small for all three of them, especially as both Anakin and Qui-Gon were being careful of Obi-Wan’s braced arm.

But they made due, mostly by tangling legs and tucking and folding themselves.

Qui-Gon turned the lights of the room off with a bit of Force use and drew the blankets up around them, his long, warm arm tucked over Anakin and settled around Obi-Wan.

Finally, things went quiet, his dad a warm furnace on one side and his mother a quiet, steadily breathing comfort in front of him, Anakin able to hear the steady drum of Obi-Wan’s heart like this.

“…You know, don’t you.” Qui-Gon’s deep brogue disturbed the silence.

Anakin just nodded quietly into Obi-Wan’s chest, fisting the other Jedi’s shirt in his hands.

“Thought as much, started to suspect when you got so upset at him being sent of…” Qui-Gon murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Anakin’s head. “How long have you known?” He questioned.

Thankfully, Qui-Gon didn’t sound upset or disappointed, Anakin relaxing slowly as he realized his dad wouldn’t tell the council. “Before you took me on. Long before… I think two or three years.” He admitted shyly into the dark.

A quiet chuckle echoed into the bedroom, full of warmth and affection. “Clever little boy. But with a mom like this, how could you be anything but clever.” Qui-Gon teased quietly.

Snuggling up between them, Anakin smiled shyly into Obi-Wan’s chest, grateful for the darkness as he didn’t want Qui-Gon to see how much he was flushing at the praise. “Heard some creche masters talk about it… and then I narrowed down the possibilities. Had to be humans. Had to be males after what I heard and um… well you two showed up at my lessons.” Anakin squirmed a bit.

Qui-Gon tightened his grip around them, easing when Obi-Wan gave a little mumble. “I see… hmm, if it wouldn’t expose us, I would have had a small conversation with the creche masters… they shouldn’t be gossiping where initiates can hear them.” He grumbled, disapproval dripping of him.

Shrugging, uncaring since it allowed him to figure it all out, Anakin just settled, wondering if Qui-Gon would tell Obi-Wan in the morning, content to just feel safe and loved between his parents on the bed.

And maybe a bit squished. “…You need a bigger bed.” Anakin pouted, his pout growing as Qui-Gon just chuckled quietly into the dark night.

can we have more of the A/B/O Jangobi? I just want to see them happy with their baby!

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Smiling goofily as he rested his head on Obi-Wan’s belly, Jango couldn’t believe how his life had turned out like this.

Laying on the couch in the Jedi temple, between his mate’s legs, his head resting on the clearly pup swollen belly with Obi-Wan fingers scratching and massaging Jango’s scalp as the Jedi watched his silly little musical show with several pillows behind his back as he was more reclined than laying flat.

Or well, not silly really, but not Jango’s thing at least.

No, Jango’s thing was more feeling how big and warm his mate was, the sensation of his pup beneath his cheek as they moved, Obi-Wan’s sweet scent wrapped around them and the affection that seemed to just linger in the air somehow.

He never expected his life to go this way.

He had thought it be him and Boba, that was all there would be of his pack, a clan of two and no more.

And now he had an intimate pack consisting of Obi-Wan, Boba, Anakin and Rex as the others mate and external pack consisting of a thousand of vode and Jedi, the entire temple becoming a place of safety and warmth.

A proper Clan.

And getting to know the Jedi culture was also something he had come shockingly to appreciate actually.

If the Mandalorians of old had known what Jango knew now… well, he knew quite a few that would have been chasing down Jedi for courtship instead of battle for sure with the parallels that could be drawn between true Mandalorians and Jedi.

Both swore oaths to live by, both would protect their adiik with their lives, took in foundlings that became kin just as fiercely as any born to them, both protected their own people and both were people that could be marginalized by the rest of the galaxy, people as often turning on true Mandalorians as they did on Jedi.

To know that so much of the old hate was made on prejudice… it was strange to think and Jango wondered what Jaster would have said to all of it if he had survived Montross betrayal.

‘…He’d have been fucking thrilled and harassed the scholars in the temple,’ Jango thought some amusement tinged with sadness.

The years had taken the bitterness and anger, had dulled it so only the fond memories remained, but the sadness would always be there.

He’d always miss his adoptive dad, just as he missed his biological parents, just as he missed Arla and often wondered what kind of aunt she’d have been for Boba.

A gentle hand ran over his cheek, catching his attention as he shifted to peer up at Obi-Wan, the other staring down at him with a questioning, saddened gaze. “Your scent shifted, what were you thinking of?” He asked quietly.

Rubbing his cheek down against the belly, Jango let out a deep sigh. “I was just… contemplating how my father and sister would have reacted to all of this. That’s… all.” He rumbled out.

Obi-Wan’s eyes turned sad before he smiled comfortingly down at Jango, running his hand through his mate hair once more, purring quietly.

Jango couldn’t change the past.

The past would forever be stained in blood, pain and betrayal of the worst kind but he had the future in front of him. He wouldn’t soil the future by letting the past taint it, missing and mourning his past family was fine.

But he had a future family to think of.

And new pups that would come.

Catching Obi-Wan’s free hand, Jango brought it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the knuckles, rubbing the pale hand slowly as he held onto it, letting his mate comfort him along with the soothing feel of the pup beneath his cheek.

This was all he needed, Jango Fett had everything he had ever wanted.

A mate and his adiik, all safe and sound.

And he would fight tooth and nail to ensure it would remain that way.

In The Snails Are Free how does Ani start courting his mate and when does he realize Obi is his mate?

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Hindsight makes him feel a bit stupid honestly.

After all, outside of Obi-Wan, no other Jedi or Force sensitive can see the other world, not like Anakin can and even those that suspect it can not see or feel what the two can and while some would argue that Obi-Wan could see because Anakin was his padawan and had told him…

Well, Anakin wants to facepalm as he holds onto his master with his tentacles as the other continues to haggle for the tea he wanted.

Obi-Wan is his mate and the Force practically cackles in his ear at the realization and tells him ‘Ding ding ding! We have a winner, finally, you made the connection. Congrats.’

Glancing at the other, moving a bit closer to the stand to avoid the wookie barreling through the market place, Anakin finds he doesn’t mind the idea so much as Obi-Wan’s large middle eye blinks slowly, his face flushed with excitement as he accepts the deal and pays for his tea.

His first mission paired back up with Obi-Wan had been rather smooth sailing much to Anakin’s surprise as his first four solo missions were one clusterfuck after another.

But at least this had been smooth and easy, just witnessing a planet joining the Republic, the deliverance of the standard Republican Senate pack and taking in who became Senator for the planet to join the Senate on Coruscant.

Just one neat, easy package and for once an easy mission Anakin was grateful to have with little otherwordly influences, unlike his last mission alone.

“We should get ready and head to the transport hub,” Anakin noted calmly, tugging lightly with his tentacles around the others waist but without any real power. He didn’t want Obi-Wan to stumble. “If we walk, its going to take us a good half hour, maybe more if there’s a holdup.” He noted when Obi-Wan opened his mouth to argue.

Obi-Wan closed his mouth instantly, looking a tad sheepish as Anakin had him clocked.

Smiling in amusement, Anakin accepted the bag from the rodian vendor for Obi-Wan, putting a hand on the others shoulder to propel him away. “I know you want to visit every stall but we really don’t have time mas-Obi-Wan.” He amended at the others pointed look.

Though honestly, it made him glow with happiness to call the other by his name, Obi-Wan’s need to ensure they were on equal level now making him even happier.

Smothering a longing glance at the stalls, Obi-Wan let out a deep sigh. “You’re right. Suppose I could return here one day.” He noted quietly, leaning into Anakin’s side when the other didn’t remove his hand.

Humming faintly, Anakin chanced wrapping his arm fully around the others shoulders along with the tentacles around the others waist. “Well, I did promise to visit every star when I was a child,” He stated thoughtfully, smiling when Obi-Wan sent him an amused glance, clearly remembering the childish promise of a young Anakin. “Suppose we could visit them together and come back here if we took a small break. I mean, we do get decompression time back at the temple.” Anakin noted, his stomach tingling when Obi-Wan laughed happily.

“That is true, I wouldn’t mind repeating all this.” Obi-Wan agreed genially.

Well, that tingling was turning into butterflies with the unsaid promise of the two of them traveling together some day in the future.

Not for missions but for pleasure, Obi-Wan enjoying seeing new things and researching said things and Anakin wanting to explore the galaxy.

Tightening his grip on Obi-Wan, guiding him around a rowdy group of clearly already drunk humans that were singing off key, Anakin and Obi-Wan exchanged an amused look as they noted law enforcement coming towards them.

Some things never changed, regardless where you went in the galaxy.