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Heelytrick is a hilarious and heartwarming fic. I would love to see how Palpatine and Anakin interactions change now that Anakin feels trusted by Obi because he told him about the prank on the galaxy. Three cheers to foiling Skeevy Sheevy’s plans! You are a wonderful writer, I don’t think I could ever write so many stories so well.

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Groaning faintly as he laid down, Obi-Wan covered his eyes with his arm as his ankle throbbed painfully under the ice pack he had settled on it.

Honestly, he was grateful no one had seen him fall over in the hallway when the wheels on his heel had snagged and he had gone sprawling onto the ground. Had anyone seen him, they would have realized that Obi-Wan wasn’t karking gliding around.

And he was also grateful Anakin had been to see Palpatine again, just this once, as he couldn’t tease Obi-Wan about spraining his ankle on falling as he was initiating his little prank on the galaxy.

Really, he had only intended to mess with the council a bit but pulling one on the entire galaxy was hella funny and he wasn’t about to stop any time soo-

A loud thump echoed through the quarters, Obi-Wan sitting up sharply in shock as his heart raced only to blink over the back of the couch as Anakin threw his other boot down beside the other with a snarl on his face, the blond clearly missing out that Obi-Wan was there.

When he turned to step into the living room, he jumped as much as Obi-Wan had at the noise, the two staring at each other in surprise before Anakin clearly shook himself and smiled at his old master. “Obi-Wan, I didn’t hear you.” He mumbled awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“I… um, I was laying on the couch.” Obi-Wan ventured, snorting when the blond face instantly turned into a worried frown as he hurried in and around the couch to take a look at him.

Clearly, he zoomed in on the iced ankle, his frown growing deeper as Obi-Wan shifted to sit more properly and give space for Anakin to sit.

Something the other took quickly, hand carefully shifting under his foot to shift the ankle and ice pack into his lap. “What happened?” Anakin questioned steadily.

Grunting slightly, Obi-Wan sighed even as he slowly laid down again, trying not to think about how comforting it was to have Anakin’s hand resting on his calf. “The wheel on my left boot snagged, I haven’t checked it yet but it caused me to tilt ass over teakettle in the hallway.” He grumbled faintly.

Anakin’s eyes shot to the modified boots beside his own by the door, desire to check them out clear even as he made no move to actually get up, his hand tightening on Obi-Wan’s calf.

Prodding the other with the heel of his right heel, Obi-Wan got the blond’s attention again. “However, I’m more interested in what caused your rather foul mood Anakin, you don’t have a tendency of throwing your footwear…” He trailed of as Anakin frown turned thunderous.

That was worrisome.

Lately the two of them had been getting along well, ever since Anakin was told about Obi-Wan’s little ‘hover’ trick.

“Just… grouchy.” Anakin finally settled on, rubbing slowly at Obi-Wan’s calf with a moody glare that he shot at the window.

Or more precisely at the Rotunda.

Oh dear, had Palpatine upset Anakin again?

Lately the Chancellor seemed to upset Anakin more than he tended to sooth him, Anakin often returning in a foul mood and becoming less and less willing to visit the old man. If this continued, Obi-Wan feared that Anakin would loose an old friend and mentor.

Regardless how he himself felt about the old goat, he didn’t wish for Anakin to loose someone he cared for but… well he really had no idea what to do.

Which was why he reached out with the Force and gave the hair beneath Anakin’s ear a little tug, a mimicry of when this man had been a boy and had a braid in that exact place. That of course got his attention, blue eyes finding his. “How about you and I go to Dex later, once my ankle stops throbbing?” Obi-Wan offered with a smile.

And to his relief, Anakin’s face lit up with a smile too, mech hand absently coming up to rub the hair beneath his right ear. “That… sounds good. Yeah, I’d like that,” Anakin noted fondly before turning stern. “But only if your ankle isn’t to swollen. I’m marching you to the Halls if its properly sprained.” He playfully threatened.

Snorting, Obi-Wan held up his hands in mock surrender, his smile growing. “As you say dear one, as you say.” The older man murmured fondly in an agreeable tone, chuckling as Anakin’s face pinked in pleasure at the old nickname.

Candle in the Dark: Does Obi-wan eventually learn about the slave chips? Does he go visit the clones on his own? Does he meet Bail or Padme at some point? Love your work.

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Scowling faintly as he continued wrapping the cooling bandage steadily around the others ankle, Obi-Wan shot the blond a scolding look before focusing back as he got an apologetic, sheepish grimace in return.

Feeling a bit cooped up, Anakin had dragged Obi-Wan to the salle for katas and when Obi-Wan, a tad shyly, had offered to spar, the other had jumped on the offer so quickly Obi-Wan barely had time to get the words out.

Anakin being, well, Anakin, decided to show off.

It seemed regardless what universe he was in, that part of Anakin would never change and in a way it was soothing even as Obi-Wan bandaged the others ankle.

Honestly, the other had only strained his ankle, not sprained it, but to be on the safe side, Obi-Wan wanted to ice it down and give the ankle a bit of support.

And Anakin had given into Obi-Wan’s request for some reason.

Of course, Obi-Wan had been unaware that he had been giving Anakin puppy eyes, causing the Sith to give in due to how cute the other had looked.

Which was why the two were sitting on one of the salle benches with Anakin’s left foot in Obi-Wan’s lap, his boot and sock on the floor as the Jedi worked.

“You shouldn’t be such a show off.” Obi-Wan finally mumbled, ignoring a few sniggers and snorts around the salle from others.

It was an inconceivable idea really, Anakin Skykwalker not trying to show off when he wanted to impress someone, but well, Obi-Wan was allowed to try and drill some sense into the other.

Grimacing again, Anakin reached out and patted the other on the head. “I know, I know. I’m sorry Obi-Wan, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He stated softly, his tone gentle.

Pursing his lips, Obi-Wan refused to say anything more.

If he denied that he had gotten scared when Anakin toppled over, the other would give him a knowing look.

And if he agreed, he’d be bundled up in the quarters again.

If he was honest, he didn’t despise the care the others were showing him but… well, not today.

Today was one of his better days and he didn’t want to be bundled away.

He had a lot of those bad days and wanted to enjoy one of his better days.

Qui-Gon and Anakin had informed him that the troopers in this universe had biochips in their heads, had even showed him the one Cody had gotten operated out of his head a few days ago. Seeing that chip, Obi-Wan had felt a well of despair open up under him.

Because it made him aware of just how little control his own troopers and the rest of the GAR had on that day.

Learning that each and everyone of them must have gotten locked up in their own heads by simple words, that potentially they could have been screaming in their own heads as they murdered the Jedi they had served with.

And it had gotten Obi-Wan to think more about the day it all went down.

He had been on Boga, he had no way of really avoiding a blast that day and he had no warning due to the lack of maliciousness in the Force, the troopers simply turning in the blink of an eye, unwilling pawns in the Sith’s game.

But the blaster cannon had missed Obi-Wan, racing up the rock wall, an obvious target in a calculated speed, the troopers had missed.

His Cody, capable and among the best of the troopers, had missed the obvious target with a laser cannon.

It made him wonder things, things that made his heart hurt and made him want to seek out this galaxy’s Cody, despite the anxieties the idea gave him.

He wasn’t ready for that.

At the very least he needed more time to psych himself up for it.

A gentle hand found his shoulder and Obi-Wan looked up, finding Anakin watching him with a deep, worried frown.

To his embarrassment, Obi-Wan realized he had been sitting, staring at the others foot without moving for who knew how long and quickly he tied the bandage and let Anakin take his foot back, the other sitting up properly to press their shoulders together. “…One step at a time Obi-Wan, in your own pace.” The blond whispered, not asking what the other was thinking but knowing it was hurting the Jedi.

Pressing his head to the others shoulder, Obi-Wan nodded tiredly before smiling slightly. “Want to go to the south planetarium?” The redhead offered quietly, not ready to return to the quarters and Qui-Gon just yet.

Smiling automatically at the offer, Anakin pulled on his sock and then carefully his boot afterward. “Sounds great.” Anakin murmured agreeably, pulling Obi-Wan up with him and tucking the other close as they left the salle.

‘I’ll see Cody soon enough… but not today. Not this week… but maybe this month.’ Obi-Wan settled on, pressing close to Anakin for the warmth as he wondered, not for the first time, about the ease in which he was settling in a new universe.

gosh I need to know Obiwan’s reaction to the kiss, they’ve been dancing around each other for so long in snow white purity

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The sensation of lips on his was almost surreal after waiting for so long until the braid was cut, the taste of cheap liquor, the smell of death stick smoke on the others clothes and Anakin’s chapped lips against his.

It was perfect.

Whatever else, Obi-Wan had waited for so long that this was perfect and fit in the life they had made.

Reaching up, Obi-Wan cupped Anakin’s face in his hands and tilted his head back, tryingly deepening the kiss as Anakin enthusiastically wrapped his arms around the older Jedi’s waist, bringing the two flush against each other.

Thinking of nothing but the others warmth, Obi-Wan pulled back enough to breath, chuckling faintly as he thumbed at Anakin’s cheeks, faint stubbles felt underneath his fingers. “What in the world did you drink Anakin?” He whispered, feeling warmed by the kiss.

Snorting, Anakin rubbed their noses together. “I have no idea,” He breathed out, licking his lips. “Darra bought it for me and told me to drink. Big fucking drink, tasted sweet but was cheap alcohol for sure.” He noted quietly, hands rubbing at the silky back of the others robe.

Licking his own lips thoughtfully, Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes in contemplation before shrugging. “Some kind of lower level cocktail then. Can’t say I recognize the flavors.” He noted in quiet amusement, stealing a quick, chaste kiss.

As much as he adored Anakin, loved him even, he was in no way ready for anything more this one night.

Humming faintly, Anakin gave Obi-Wan’s pink robe a little tug. “Surprised you dared to walk around like this, what if someone else came by?” He murmured, a faint tinge of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

Snorting, Obi-Wan nodded to the couch. “Only you can come and go into this quarters unless they use an override code,” He stated dryly as Anakin took in the sight of a plain, black cotton bathrobe on the couch arm. “If anyone else came calling, I would have thrown on the cotton robe and told them to give me a moment to get dressed after inviting them in.” Obi-Wan explained.

Honestly, you’d think Obi-Wan was never prepared for guests or emergency instances.

Outside of Anakin, he’d rather not have everyone know about his delight in silk and softness.

It was intimate knowledge and he liked only having Anakin knowing what he was wearing beneath his tunics and leggings.

Visibly relaxing, Anakin grinned faintly, backing Obi-Wan towards the couch only to pause in confusion when Obi-Wan lifted his hands from the others cheek and held one up. “I… don’t want to get intimate tonight Anakin,” Watching the other apprehensively, Obi-Wan relaxed when Anakin just smiled understandingly. “I don’t mind cuddling though. Just…”

Interrupting the other by pecking him on the lips, Anakin just shook his head. “You don’t have to explain or justify saying no, cuddling is fine. Though I want hot chocolate if we’re gonna watch that.” He snorted, nodding to the tv where the musical was still on pause.

Huffing teasingly, Obi-Wan poked his fingers in Anakin’s ticklish sides so the blond jerked with a yelp, Obi-Wan hid how he felt almost meek with relief at how accepting Anakin was. “I’ll have you know that Stars above Ryloth is a classical and you’d do well watching some cultu-” He scolded only to be interrupted.

“Blahblahblah.” Anakin playfully rolled his eyes as both tried not to laugh at an old and rehashed discussion about culture, reluctantly letting go as Obi-Wan broke from his embrace to go to the kitchenette to make said hot chocolate.

‘And some tea for myself at the same time.’ The redhead noted with some glee since Anakin was willing to watch the rest of the musical with him, humming happily when Anakin followed him, unable to resist teasing touches as Obi-Wan made their drinks.

Not that Obi-Wan was doing much to escape them as he delighted in the touches of his boyfriend.

Force above, Obi-Wan Kenobi had a boyfriend!

Oh, Obi is in trouble now, I think. DistantPain is GOING places, and Obi’s steadfastness in spite of the ways he’s been treated is quite a tally mark in favor of the Light Side! I love how he shot down Dooku so thoroughly – kin killer is an apt name, definitely! And Zuru and Dogma are ABSOLUTELY going to motherhen Obi after this, no question! (How did he even GET here? Wasn’t he supposed to be on a long-term ‘mission’ with the 501st and 212th, cuz the Council and Yoda were meddling?)

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Waving slightly, Obi-Wan put on a bored look despite how pink his cheeks were due to the blood flushing his cheeks, swinging slightly back and forth over the pit from his last attempt to escape his bonds. “Hello there.” He greeted.

Staring up at him, clearly bemused, Skywalker opened his mouth then closed it again, clearly unsure what to say.

Dogma however had no such issue. “General! How!?” The man cried out, pulling his helmet off to stare up at him with wide eyes.

Grunting, Obi-Wan gestured vaguely up at his legs. “Ventress strung me up. Dooku left me here so I could reconsider my situation… and I’m currently hooped up on at least a Force inhibitor.” He stated as casually as possible.

Zuru let out a loud whine but didn’t remove his helmet, instead circling the pit, clearly looking for a way to get Obi-Wan down.

Scratching at his curls, Anakin licked his lips before shrugging. “I guess throwing my saber at the bonds and pulling you over would do the trick. Not going to be comfortable though.” He settled on.

Sending the other Jedi a flat look, Obi-Wan looked up at his legs again and then back at the blond. “…Gee, uncomfortable. I wonder how that feels.” He snarked.

Flushing but not answering, Skywalker instead turned to Dogma while lighting up his saber. “Get ready to catch him. Something tells me he won’t be able to catch himself.” He warned as if Obi-Wan couldn’t hear him, Zuru quickly coming back around the pit to Dogma’s side to hold the others helmet at the knights words.

Dogma, realizing what was going to happen, widened his stance and held his arms open, face determined as he focused on Obi-Wan.

Opening his mouth to let his opinion known about all of this, Obi-Wan let out a yelp as he fell a fair bit of distance before he was grabbed out of the air by invisible hands, the urge to throw up heavy as he was pulled.

Damn Skywalker was right though, Obi-Wan had no sense of balance as he hit Dogma, the trooper letting out a loud grunt and stumbled a few steps back due to the force but stayed upright with the redhead in his arms.

And he had no strength either as blood was suddenly rushing the right way, Obi-Wan helplessly retching as he flopped in Dogma’s arms like a fish on land as is sight darkened at the corners.

Woozy as all fuck, Obi-Wan let out a low whine before groaning as he was outright picked up, Dogma clearly walking while bridal carrying him. ‘Whelp, there goes what little dignity I have.’ He thought, grunting against a pauldron.

“Holy shit, is that what happens when you hang upside down for long enough?” Knight Skywalker stated in fascinated horror.

Grunting again, Obi-Wan flopped his head enough to look at the knight. “Blood… head. Can kill you. Don’t recommend…” He slurred out, wishing he could laugh at the outright horror the other’s face turned to.

Or well, he would until Zuru’s helmeted face popped into view, the sound of battle coming closer much to Obi-Wan’s realization. “It can kill you?” He questioned sharply, modulated voice clearly upset.

‘Must be getting closer to where the battle is… woot, 212th and 501st time!’ Obi-Wan thought with woozy delight as he flopped a hand shakily around. “Organs… press down… lungs. Choked.” Obi-Wan garbled out.

The arms around him tightened and Obi-Wan gave a protesting groan, his body already sore from hanging upside down for who knew how many hours.

Thankfully, the groan made Dogma ease his grip. “You’re going to the medics.” The man stated, making that damn, worried clicking noise Obi-Wan had been dreading even as a small core inside of him warmed him at the concern.

“Sith spit, that’s horrific.” Anakin mumbled out, clearly disturbed by whatever gruesome image the words had conjured up.

Grunting, Obi-Wan just rested his head on Dogma’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “Least its not disemboweling, that hurts like a fucker…” He muttered, ignoring the reaction to his words.

Woof, his head was still spinning.

Does Obi get stuck on long term missions so he “forgets” his attachment to his child? How does Ani, Obi, and Qui handle it if he does? What negative effects does it have?

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Tiredly trudging down the ramp with his bag limply held in his left hand, Obi-Wan almost cried in relief as the familiar sounds of the temple hanger wrapped around him along with a thousand of familiar, Force sensitive beings.

He had been gone from the temple for a full year, unable to contact anyone due to the sensitivity and black ops nature of his mission but finally, he was home.

A bit worse for wear as his left arm in a brace against his chest proved, but alive and recovering from almost being blown up by a karking Sith temple.

Due to his familiarity with at least one Sith and how they felt, Obi-Wan had been sent off to investigate and report back once he was done.

Or that was the official version at least.

While Obi-Wan was familiar with a once living Sith, he knew there were several Jedi with better knowledge than he that could have done the investigation.

This was a reminder to Obi-Wan by the council, that he couldn’t let himself get attached to his son.

And he wasn’t.

Obi-Wan loved Anakin, yes, that was very much true.

And he loved Qui-Gon.

But he would let them go, he would choose his duty and the light everyday.

Yes, he feared some days and those fears could lead to danger but he let those emotions go into the Force.

But he also understood the council position.

Didn’t mean he had to like it even though he understood it fully.

‘Least I’m home now.’ He noted tiredly, nodding absently to a few night mechanics that waved at him but clearly understood he was too tired for any conversation as they let Obi-Wan just pass into the elevator with no more interruption.

He couldn’t wait to be back in his own bed and thankfully the ship had a sonic, so he could go right to bed, silently promising himself a bath once he had slept and eaten a full meal in that order.

Or he would have if not for the moment the doors to the elevator opened, a dark clothed missile slammed into him so hard Obi-Wan staggered back with a ‘oof!’ as he dropped his bag in sheer surprise while flailing for balance and would have fallen over if it wasn’t for a large, warm hand wrapping around his right arm.

Out of breath and tired, the redhead swayed on his feet a bit before focusing, blinking tiredly between Qui-Gon standing in the elevator opening and Anakin currently wrapped around Obi-Wan with his face pressed to his stomach.

Wheezing faintly, Obi-Wan blinked several times more as he tried to understand what the kark had just happened as Qui-Gon smiled gently at him, the man reaching down to pull a clingy Anakin away with his free hand. “Come along Obi-Wan, you must be tired.” His old master murmured, his eyes falling to the arm in the sling with worry even as he pulled Obi-Wan out of the elevator.

“My bag…” Obi-Wan protested tiredly even as he pitched forward at the gentle prompting from Qui-Gon

“I got it!” Anakin chimed in, popping in beside Obi-Wan on the other side, big blue eyes looking up at him with Obi-Wan’s bag slung over his shoulder, Anakin quickly latching onto Obi-Wan’s belt as if to prevent the other from disappearing into thin air.

Considering how late it was, Obi-Wan really should be asking how the other two knew he was home, after all, Obi-Wan had been gone for quite a long while and he doubted Qui-Gon would let Anakin run around in the middle of the night without reason.

But frankly, his brain was so muddled and tired it hurt and he was just ready to collapse into bed as he shuffled along, sore eyes switching between the two other Jedi with exhaustion.

Asked later, he barely remembered putting up a token protest to Qui-Gon bundling him into his and Anakin’s quarters instead of Obi-Wan’s own, the older man quietly hushing him as he helped the redhead out of his robe and boots.

After that Obi-Wan’s mind went dark for memory as he was finally put to rest in a warm and comfortable bed, wrapped up in the scent of Qui-Gon’s preferred scents which lulled him into a deep and undisturbed sleep.

I think we need some ADHD!Obi fun facts. Can we have our ADHD boy spouting off some facts?

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Scratching and rubbing slowly with his fingers on the small back, Qui-Gon absently wondered how in the world his padawan could be comfortable as he glanced away from his pad to look down at the other.

The teen had laid out over Qui-Gon’s lap on his stomach, legs resting on one side of the couch with his feet swaying slightly in the air as his elbows were settled on the other side of the older Jedi’s lap as Obi-Wan absently read from his pad. How that didn’t strain his neck or stomach, Qui-Gon had no idea as Obi-Wan looked quite at peace.

It was almost humorous really and Qui-Gon wished he could get a picture taken of the two.

After Obi-Wan’s fit a few days ago, Qui-Gon had pulled Obi-Wan out of class for a few days to aid his padawan, Master Ferreno guiding the yavinese man through several exercises that would help Obi-Wan.

It had helped, particularly talking with Obi-Wan while keeping their bond wide open so his padawan could feel Qui-Gon’s every emotion.

The good, the bad and the neutral.

It made it very hard for Obi-Wan’s rejection sensitive dysphoria to convince him that Qui-Gon was going to send him away when he could feel every emotion his master had, none of which contained any anger at Obi-Wan.

Only sorrow and concern.

It was a trick Qui-Gon would remember for the future, for the next time Obi-Wan’s ADHD symptoms kicked in to throw obstacles in his path towards knighthood.

Maybe he could even open the bond fully when Obi-Wan had pa- “A duel between three people is called a truel.” Obi-Wan sudden voice interrupted Qui-Gon’s contemplation.

Slowly, the Jedi master lowered the pad he hadn’t been reading, staring at his padawan. “…What?” He questioned, bemused, his free hand pausing on Obi-Wan’s back.

Shrugging, Obi-Wan glanced at him before focusing back. “Truel. And bullfrogs don’t sleep.” The boy continued.

Amused more than anything, Qui-Gon started rubbing the others back again, knowing how well Obi-Wan responded to physical affection when he wasn’t in a sensitive phase. “Indeed? Anything more you want to tell me?” He smiled, making a mental note to look up the truel thing.

Not that he didn’t believe Obi-Wan but he was rather curious where in the world such a word had come to be and if there were historical accounts of truel.

It was rather common for three people sometimes to duel in the salle, usually one against two in tag teams but he had never heard anyone call it a truel.

“The square watermelons you saw on our last missions aren’t edible,” Obi-Wan eyes were for the most part on his pad, though he clearly wasn’t reading and kept glancing at Qui-Gon to see his reaction, the boy reaching slightly out in their bond to gauge Qui-Gon’s mood. “They’re utterly ornamental.” Visibly relaxing when all he could feel from Qui-Gon was amusement, Obi-Wan smiled shyly at him.

Chuckling faintly, Qui-Gon opened their bond, ensuring Obi-Wan could feel he wasn’t hiding any displeasure at the others information. “Interesting… and too bad, I wanted to eat one.” He pouted a bit.

Wiggling a bit on Qui-Gon’s lap, Obi-Wan rolled onto his back, grinning when Qui-Gon patted at the teens tummy instead. “There’s a red flower on Merco-Xani that smells like chocolate, its named chocolate cosmos.” He settled his pad on his chest, humming faintly when Qui-Gon paused.

Glancing to his plant shelves, Qui-Gon mused. “Is it rare? Maybe I could grow one…” Not because he was particularly fond of chocolate himself but Obi-Wan had a sweet tooth…

Giggling at that, Obi-Wan shrugged. “I’m not sure but master, its not edible!” He grinned up at him.

Bopping the other on the nose with a chuckle, Qui-Gon winked. “But it will smell nice. That’s all it has to do.” He teased back.

Laughing, Obi-Wan rolled back onto his stomach on Qui-Gon’s lap, getting comfortable once more.

For several long minutes, it was quiet, Qui-Gon watching Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan reading his pad, seemingly out of random facts to give as the master went back to his own pad.

And then…

“Tyromancy is the practice of predicting the future in cheese.” Came a cheerful chirp, Qui-Gon choking on his own spit with a surprised laugh.

Soooo….. you mentioned in sightlessbird that Anakin and Padme’s marriage isn’t going so well, could I ask what happened there?

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Laughing quietly as Obi-Wan clung to his hand and almost toppled over, Anakin ensured the other wouldn’t fall flat on his face on the ground as a round of amiable laughter echoed around the observing camp by the troopers as Obi-Wan’s cheeks and ears flushed even as he grinned up at Anakin, only slightly embarrassed by his own misstep.

While not as terrible as Anakin had been when he first started learning to dance, Obi-Wan certainly was no expert either.

But with opportunities to dance and experience after the lessons, he would certainly become a decent dancer as Obi-Wan showed he could follow rhythm of both the music and another sentient’s body and had a good sense of balance.

Not that the latter was all that shocking, most Jedi had a good sense of balance since they were trained from a young age in saber battle and katas.

You didn’t master them unless you had at least basic control over your balance and limbs, though teenage gangliness could lead to insecurities in both.

But Obi-Wan was taking to it and much to Anakin’s delight, several of the troopers were joining in, Waxer dragging Boil with him to learn to dance and a laughing Echo and Fives joining when the first pair did, all four of them watching and listening closely to what Anakin was teaching.

And of course, others joined in too once Anakin and Obi-Wan showed no sign of displeasure at having the lesson invaded.

Hell, Gregor had joined in with a string instrument Anakin had no idea where the man had stashed, though he suspected Qui-Gon in supplying it and Rex was finally relaxing, watching Obi-Wan with obvious relief as the boy for once was doing something peaceful and not dangerous.

Qui-Gon had joined in too, the man laughing warmly as he guided a few younger troopers through the steps with his warm brogue.

Of course, in this galaxy, the fun and the peace never quite lasts for long and Anakin quietly let go of Obi-Wan’s hand when he heard his comm chime, picking it up with an absent assurance to his padawan.

Only to go stone cold silent when he saw who was calling him, his good humor fading away.

Padme.

Ever since Ahsoka’s trial, the two had been getting into more arguments, slipping away from each other and honestly, she wasn’t the only one Anakin had been slipping away from. His contempt for the Senate had been growing by the day and that included his once so lovely angel that could do no wrong in his eyes.

It was strange how much could go wrong in so little time.

Oh, he blamed the council, make no doubt of that.

But he also knew who in the end had the real power in that hearing and while Padme had tried to help, she could have done more and Palpatine for sure could have.

Someone in the Senate could have and should have helped Anakin’s padawan, especially when he was practically begging on his knees.

A small hand wrapped around his elbow, breaking Anakin from his staring contest with the chiming comm as he looked up, finding Obi-Wan’s puzzled, blind eyes focused up at him with sightless eyes tracking Anakin’s aura, his curiosity and concern pinging in their bond. “Master?” He whispered quietly, the music and the troopers still dancing around them, though certainly not unaware of Anakin’s mood.

Glancing at his comm, Anakin stared at it before outright turning it off and putting it back on his belt, giving his full focus on his current padawan. “Its nothing Obi-Wan, just some spam call. Nothing else.” He assured quietly, taking his padawan by the hands again.

Blinking, clearly realizing that something more was going on but not asking anything much to Anakin’s relief, Obi-Wan instead squeezed Anakin’s hands. “Okay so help me through the steps again?” He grinned, his braid medallion sparkling in the two suns of the planet, the light picking out the bright copper of his hair.

Snorting as Fives gave the two a playful bump as he and Echo waltzed past, Anakin happily lifted Obi-Wan’s right hand up while pulling the left to Anakin’s waist. “Alright then, face up to your partner.” He teased, smiling when he caught Qui-Gon watching Anakin with knowing if slightly saddened eyes.

With great turmoil and trauma, friends and lovers could sometimes slowly glide apart, despite no one being truly lost.

Sometimes the emotional didn’t just outright disappear, it just… faded, slowly, steadily.

Just for now, Anakin choose not to think about it as he focused on his smiling, happy padawan that he was teaching something beyond warfare with the sounds of his laughing troopers and the music around them.

A happy memory for unsettled days, to look back on and enjoy.

I have to know if Obi picks up Ani and deposits him in his “animal den” after he completed it in Lupine Copper.

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Settled inside his den, Obi-Wan felt himself calm down.

But only for a second.

There was still something missing and with a quiet groan, Obi-Wan forced himself out of it as he knew exactly what was missing.

Anakin.

He was missing the pup he had claimed in front of the Jedi council.

It had been a terrible risk, to put his own apprenticeship on the line for Anakin’s acceptance into the Jedi order but thankfully it had worked. Such a gamble would never work again and the only reason Obi-Wan could see that this had worked out this time was one, the guilt Yoda carried over discouraging other master’s away from Obi-Wan at a young age and two, the fact that Obi-Wan throughout the years of filling in Qui-Gon’s reports, had made himself known to the council as a knight with potential.

But no, this would never work again.

But at least he had bought his pup time, Anakin would enter the creche for sure and that would mean that Obi-Wan had three years.

Three years to get himself to become a knight, three years for him to get ready for a padawan, three years for Anakin to be prepared to become a Jedi padawan.

Three years for his wolf side to calm down.

But right now the wolf had put a claim on the boy and without a word, Obi-Wan picked Anakin up from his seat in the kitchenette, Qui-Gon watching in amusement as Anakin squeaked in surprise. “Obi-Wan?” The blond blinked wide eyes at him.

“Gonna take you to my den. My wolf doesn’t like having you out of sight.” Obi-Wan shrugged, smiling when Anakin latched onto him like a little monkey instead of Obi-Wan carrying him with his hands under the others armpits.

Seemed Anakin didn’t mind being in the den, that was good because Obi-Wan would rather not keep an unwilling pup in his den and his instincts were demanding he keep Ani close.

Which was why he crawled into his nest with Anakin clinging to him, settling with his back to the door and Anakin against the wall.

The Jedi temple and their quarters in particular wasn’t hazardous to Anakin but Obi-Wan’s instincts still told him to put himself between any openings and his pup, the wall protecting Anakin’s other side with Obi-Wan on the other side and the den all around them.

Anakin wiggled a bit, getting comfortable before blinking as his eyes landed on something colorful among all the beige and lighter colors and Obi-Wan flushed a tiny bit when he saw what the boy had noticed.

It was a pink wolf, the size of Obi-Wan’s calf.

Qui-Gon had gotten it for Obi-Wan when he was still young.

A ‘cuddle buddy’ Qui-Gon had called it, for when Obi-Wan was in his wolf form and it had actually brought him comfort he would admit when he was in his wolf form.

It smelled of Qui-Gon during his shifts since Obi-Wan had a tendency to make him hug it a few days before his transformation.

Reaching out, Obi-Wan tugged it from its position without disturbing too much of the area around and held it out to Anakin. “Do you want to hug it?” He offered, smiling when Anakin instantly latched on with a happy grin.

It was one of the times Obi-Wan thought about how young Anakin really was.

He was nine, ten in a few weeks apparently.

It made him grateful he had managed to get Anakin into the creche

Lightthroughcracks, What happened at the Rotunda? And can the Jedi use it against Palpatine?

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Sometimes and he won’t be admitting this to any masters or even the healers unless they say it first, but sometimes Obi-Wan feels that the law doesn’t stretch enough to protect the people it is suppose to protect. Because there is nothing Obi-Wan can do to protect Anakin against the Chancellor.

After all, Anakin had an unfortunate ‘accident’ in the Rotunda when walking away from a conversation.

That was ‘all’ it was.

Especially since in the area Palpatine had chosen to speak to him in hadn’t any recordings.

But Obi-Wan, Anakin and the Jedi order knew the truth.

Palpatine didn’t like to be rejected as clearly as Anakin had when he walked away after the man had managed to isolate Anakin from the rest of his class.

Just an unfortunate accident, leaving Anakin with a bruised cheek and Obi-Wan could only be grateful that Palpatine didn’t have a habit of wearing rings since the damage would surely have been worse then.

Oh, of course everyone knew that it had been anything but an accident.

But that’s the ‘brilliance’ of having such support in the Senate, Palpatine could practically get away with murder as long as the evidence wasn’t caught in action.

But Obi-Wan could protect him.

Which was why Obi-Wan pleaded his case with the council and his healers, being finally released from the semi-permanent wing of the Halls, feeling almost odd as he walked through the halls with his little bag of clothes and personal items he had in his room.

Quinlan bounced beside him, happily congratulating him as they were heading for the dorms.

For Anakin.

Obi-Wan had managed to keep it a surprise, so Anakin had no idea that Obi-Wan was being released and he knew that Yaddle would distract Anakin.

Those two got on like a house on fire, the older master being able to speak with Anakin in a way many others couldn’t.

And it helped that she snuck sweets into Anakin’s robes like every other youngling.

Finally he stood outside the dorm, able to feel the pulse of two people on the other side of the door but instead of reaching for the lockpad, he froze, staring as if he could see through the durasteel door.

What if Anakin was disappointed?

He had gotten so used to having the council members and just visiting Obi-Wan instead, what if he was happier with the council master rotating to teach hi-

“Oof!” A hand slapped down on his shoulder, Obi-Wan’s knees buckling a bit as he sent his friend a dark glare, Quinlan staring at him return with a small smile at the grouchy stewjoni glaring at him.

“He’s been missing you a lot.” Quinlan stated quietly.

The ‘he’ didn’t need to be elaborated.

Taking a deep, shaking breath, Obi-Wan pushed the doubts back and away like the healers had shown him, making a mental note to talk to the mind healer about the next time he was in.

That was his depression and anxiety talking.

Quinlan was right.

Anakin had missed him and with a press of the right buttons, the door opened up to him, Anakin standing on the other side of it with wide eyes, having equally felt Obi-Wan on the other side.

The two stared at each other for a long second of surprise before Obi-Wan dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around the blond. “Hey.”

Anakin tightened his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck. “…Hi.” He whispered in return, sniffling faintly, realizing without words that Obi-Wan was finally back.