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Sightlessbird: Whelp, lets not give Anakin and everyone heart attacks, so how about something peaceful not involving battle this chapter?

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Wiggling a bit and pouting when he didn’t move an inch, Obi-Wan let out a loud sigh. “I do think you’re all overreacting a tiny bit.” He stated as loudly as he dared.

There was a round of snorts at that and Anakin shifted where he was sitting on Obi-Wan’s lap, the boy able to feel his master’s stare at him. “Right, we’re overacting, its not like you were throwing around live grenades and dodging Ventress only days ago.” He stated a tad hysterically.

“But you’re heavy.” Obi-Wan groaned, flopping dramatically to the ground as troopers laughed around them, doing whatever they were up to since Anakin sat down on Obi-Wan’s lap.

“I can get Rex in full armor to sit in your lap. I will get him to do it, you already know I will.” Anakin stated warningly.

Sulking at that, Obi-Wan squirmed some more then grumbled petulantly.

For a few blessed moments, outside of some rustling bushes and Fives and Echo playing sabbac, it was quiet.

Until Obi-Wan let out a loud cry that had several jumping in surprise. “I’M BORED!” He whined loudly, not caring he was being a bit whiny as he kicked his legs from under Anakin.

Pausing, Anakin glanced down at his padawan then over to Qui-Gon, looking like he was desperately asking for help with his eyes.

The damn man however was smirking back at him, slowly sipping his tea that Cody had graciously served him moments before.

He could almost hear his old master voice going ‘sweet, sweet karma my dear padawan.’ for all the petulant whining Anakin had put Qui-Gon through when he was an over-energetic youth.

Grunting as Obi-Wan for real started trying to get him off, Anakin latched onto the first idea that occurred to him. “How about I teach you some dancing!” He yelled out.

Everyone, including Anakin, froze incredulously at the suggestion, staring at the blond.

Qui-Gon had actually dropped his jaw at the suggestion, staring at Anakin as if he didn’t know the now flushing man.

Obi-Wan however perked up. “Really? What kind of dancing Panakin?” He questioned, blind eyes wide as he sat up to hug his master around the torso.

And well… that was kinda it for Anakin as he reluctantly gave in with a small smile. “One, don’t call me that in the temple, ever, please, give me some dignity. And two, how about some Nabooan ballroom dancing?” He offered, grasping the others braid to give it a little tug as Obi-Wan grinned wickedly at the first part.

His marriage with Padme might be on the rocks at the moment but that didn’t mean he had forgotten the things he had learned to impress her or the things she had taught him later on.

Nabooan court traditions were some of the first things he had, shyly, managed to ask Qui-Gon to teach him back when he was twelve.

Qui-Gon, with a slightly reserved look in his eyes, had of course risen to the task while simultaneously warning Anakin about the difference of love and attachment as the man was all to familiar with a love that was too consuming. And telling Anakin when he grew older about Tahl Uvain.

That had been…

Well, a lesson of humility for sure, to see the pain and discomfort on his master’s face when Anakin had at the time thought his master invulnerable.

But yes, Anakin would teach Obi-Wan the things he had been taught as a padawan too, the war wouldn’t last forever and knowing some dancing would benefit Obi-Wan for sure, especially if they were sent to attend one of those charity balls.

Shifting himself onto his knees and then up on his feet, Anakin reached down and pulled Obi-Wan up as the boy eagerly shifted, clearly full of energy. “Sounds sasser master!” He chirped.

Blinking at the boy, Anakin raised a brow. “Sasser?” He curiously noted.

“Sasser means good. Royal sasser means really good.” Obi-Wan squirmed happily, holding onto his master’s hands as he explained.

“Huh… so kinda like wizard, where did you pick that up?” Anakin asked curiously, smiling a bit when Obi-Wan shrugged.

“Troopers.” The easy explanation and of course it was the troopers, Anakin thought with amusement as he sent them an amused look, all too aware that Commander Fox was very attached to his padawan.

“Alright then, Nabooan ballroom dance, lets get this party started.” He chuckled, grinning when Longshot took the initiative to bring out a harmonica he had.

#lupincopper- so who wins the staring match, Obi or Yoda? How does Obi protect his pup?

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Eating carefully to avoid spilling the yolk, Anakin watched Obi-Wan through the open door before looking at Qui-Gon instead. “What’s he doing?” He blinked.

Ever since they were up in the tower and Obi-Wan stared down the green alien, Obi-Wan had been acting a bit odd.

A bit smug but also panicking, especially once they came to the rooms that was apparently their home. Mr Qui-Gon had contently taken Anakin to the kitchen and feed Anakin some hard boiled eggs while getting himself a cup of tea.

They were really tasty and the yolk was really yellow.

Qui-Gon had called it for a chicken egg as Obi-Wan was throwing stuff around his room.

Chuckling a bit, leaning back in his own chair to glance down to the open room, Qui-Gon smiled wryly. “Well you see, Obi-Wan is a bit overwhelmed with his instincts right now, so he’s messing about his room, trying to make a form for den. He’s throwing around his bed wear, some of my clothes and some of his own to that effect…oh, he still has the plush animals I gave him.” The man noted absently.

Blinking, Anakin reached for another one of the eggs and started peeling it like how Qui-Gon showed him. “What does den mean? Or do you mean like an animal den?” He blinked several times, uncertain if he had the right understanding.

His mother had once showed him a rill den while they had been looking for dune worms, it had just been a hole in the ground that the reptile had burrowed down to hide its babies from the sun, stamping the ground and packing it to prevent the sand from collapsing down on them.

How was Obi-Wan going to make a den like that with his clothes?

Snorting slightly, Qui-Gon nodded. “In essence yes, he tucks his blankets and pillows around with all the other fabric to make a room on his bed against the wall, giving him an enclosed space. It is an instinct thing for him.” He settled on calmly.

Taking a bite, pouting a bit when he discovered that this egg yolk was fully solidified, Anakin gave a slow but understanding nod.

Maybe Obi-Wan would let him take a look, because making a den out of fabric sounded weird but if he built it up by using pillows, maybe it worked?

Watching the others cup of tea curiously, Anakin tilted his head. “So why is he building a den?” Anakin had a lot of questions if he was honest.

Pausing, Qui-Gon got to his feet and fetched a cup from the cupboard, returning and pouring some tea into it. “Well, he is a bit overwhelmed now, so he is trying to get them to quiet down. Now, try that and tell me if you want some honey in it.” He smiled gently.

Peering back at Qui-Gon for a long second, Anakin swallowed his egg before taking the cup of tea gingerly.

Tea was precious on Tatooine, at least for slaves.

You could make a stringy herbal blend out of herbs you found growing wild if you were lucky but actual tea… and Qui-Gon was also offering him honey without seemingly thinking twice about the cost?

Jedi might not be as free as Anakin had expected, considering some of the comments he had overheard while following Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to their quarters, but they at least had enough to eat.

‘But so do bed slaves and their lives aren’t much better.’ He mused to himself as he blew on the tea contents.

Anakin couldn’t help but wonder if his mom was okay.

‘…Would Obi-Wan help her if I asked?’

So I just MAJORLY screwed up. My anxiety was thru the ROOF, & at a simmer now. By the time you get this, it’ll be handled, but. Even so? In the next week or 2, if you have time/inspiration, could you write some cuddle fluff? I don’t care who with, or what fic (or if you just make a one-shot), but your fluffy fics always make me feel nice. It would be cool to get with some fluff in the near future from a writer I KNOW I enjoy. If you can’t, plz don’t stress tho! Just wanted to ask. Thank you!

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Spitting the flavored water into the bucket, Anakin gave his master a meek smile as he handed over the green tinged glass to him before dropping back onto the couch, tugging the blankets more tightly around himself.

Due to a mishap with the commissary droids and the ones working with them at the time not checking, several of the dishes in the eastern commissary had become tainted due to spoiled chicken.

And unfortunately, the eastern commissary was the one Anakin and his classmates had picked to eat at.

Which meant that several padawans had come down with stomach infections, which included Anakin with his iron stomach.

The only padawan that ate the same as them that got away with it was the wookie padawan and she only got away with it because apparently her stomach rejected it only an hour later and spent some time throwing it up.

The rest who had chicken however?

Oh yeah, stomach infections for all.

It made for some very miserable padawans but thankfully their teachers had postponed all of their homework, tests and lessons and Anakin’s master at the very least had stepped up.

Obi-Wan had carried his fourteen year old padawan to the healers at midnight when Anakin started throwing up in his bed and then shitting himself minutes later when he had scrambled to the bathroom, Obi-Wan had held his hand through the entire ordeal in the Halls, held the bucket when Anakin threw up in the Halls and had carried him back in the early grey of the morning.

Exhausted, wearing the Hall robe due to throwing up on himself, Anakin had curled up in Obi-Wan’s armchair as Obi-Wan went to his own and bought out his duvet and several blankets, preparing the couch for his padawan.

And only then, once Anakin was comfortably laying with a bucket between the couch and the caff table, did the redhead go to strip Anakin’s bed for the soiled sheets to throw in the laundry chute, Anakin resting uneasily due to his churning stomach.

How long he slept Anakin wasn’t sure but it was bright outside when he opened his eyes fully.

And promptly threw up once more, Obi-Wan at his side, rubbing his back with a worried croon.

“I’m sorry.” He rasped out, voice cracking on the second word as Obi-Wan set down the herb flavored water.

Pausing, Obi-Wan looked at him in surprise, dark bags under his eyes.

And then he smiled, kneeling down to carefully stroke Anakin’s cheek. “Don’t be. You’re sick padawan, I wouldn’t leave you to wallow when you’re sick.” He stated calmly.

His hand was cool, cooler than Anakin’s skin at least.

It felt so nice and Anakin wanted it to stay, both for the comforting touch and for the coolness. He could feel the slight catch of calluses from the others hand. “Don’t wanna be a burden…” Anakin mumbled thickly.

“You’re never a burden to me Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice was soft, steady.

A bit tired but genuine and Anakin couldn’t help but sniffle, feeling unsteady as his master gently continued petting him affectionately, going from stroking his hair to running his hand over Anakin’s spiky hair and into the hair usually gathered in a nerf tail.

It was comforting and despite how his stomach hurt and rolled, he almost wished this would last. Obi-Wan’s low voice, his caring touch, the quiet of their quarters and the comfort of Obi-Wan’s bedding around him.

“Sleep padawan. Things will be better after sleep.” Obi-Wan encouraged, a Force suggestion in his voice.

And as he had learned with the years at his master’s side, Anakin listened and fell asleep on the couch.

Snowwhitepurity: Ani is knithed!

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Standing outside the door, his heart throbbing in his chest and smelling like cheap booze, Anakin stared at the familiar door with Kenobi-Skywalker on it.

Inside that flimsy door was his future.

The galaxy felt like it had been moving in fast pace for a few years now, maybe ever since Anakin discovered Obi-Wan’s little secret enjoyment or even before that but it had come, it had finally come.

His knighting day.

Obi-Wan cryptically telling him to meet him up at the council tower, a dark room lighting with lightsabers all around him, Obi-Wan standing near Master Yoda with a proud, almost bewildered smile on his face as Anakin knelt for the council masters.

Knelt a padawan and rose a knight.

Obi-Wan cutting his braid only for Anakin to carefully press it into his hand with the softest of smiles.

His classmates dragging him out for celebratory drinks with Obi-Wan waving after him, looking amused and Anakin reluctantly going because he knew it was expected.

He had stayed, almost vibrating in his own skin, because it had been expected.

But he was back.

He had spent two hours at a shady cantina in the lower levels with his classmates, he had drunk every drink he had been given, as expected and been carefully filtering them the entire time, something not expected.

Because he had no intention of getting drunk.

He did not want to get a whiskey dick as Vos had once called it, Obi-Wan with his red face in his hands behind the other knight as Vos gone into detailed sex ed to two very uncomfortable padawans, that could not look at each other after.

Honestly, he and Aayla couldn’t look at each other for weeks after that, thankfully they were sent on separate missions and by the two month mark they were able to look at each other once more.

Considering all Anakin knew, it made sense that Vos had explained it, since he went into details with him being experienced. Obi-Wan had given Anakin a cursory, clinical one at the age of twelve, Anakin vaguely aware of all of it due to his upbringing already and mostly Obi-Wan had focused on safe sex and consent.

Actually, he had focused a lot on consent during all of Anakin’s upbringing.

Swallowing, Anakin tried to push those memories back now and instead let himself into their quarters.

Obi-Wan was on the couch and the opening of the door had him turning his head quickly, panic flashing on his face only for relief to cross it when he saw who it was. “Anakin, I didn’t expect you back yet.” He breathed out, raising the tv remote to pause the musical he was watching.

“You know I’m not one for a lot of drinking.” Anakin felt himself respond as he automatically hung up his robe and used the Force to open his boots, grinning a bit at Obi-Wan’s amused gaze.

And then his mouth went dry when Obi-Wan stood.

Obi-Wan was wearing the pink silk robe Anakin had gifted him with the flower pattern but under that he was wearing a set Anakin had never seen, the other wearing the robe open allowing him to see it all.

There were stockings, black ones with cat ears and a white face on the knees. There was a black shorts with white ruffles on the thighs and around the waist and bows in the sides, the top matching the bottom with both a halter neck and spaghetti straps and ruffles on the front, giving the impression of a chest despite Anakin knowing there was nothing inside that top.

‘Sweet Force.’ Anakin swallowed, knowing he was staring as he dragged his boots off without looking away, knowing Obi-Wan was flushing almost shyly as he fiddled with the pink belt. “When did you… get that?” Anakin whispered, his feet finally in his slippers as he made his way to his master.

He couldn’t have stopped himself even if his foot was in a wampa trap, reaching out to carefully capture one of the ruffles of the top to rub it between his fingers, feeling the silky fabric as Obi-Wan spoke. “Week ago, it was finally returned by the laundry droids yesterday.” Obi-Wan noted quietly, smiling slightly.

“Silky.” Anakin noted, glancing at the others face when Obi-Wan laughed. ‘…Ah kark it.’ He swallowed, leaning in to peck the other on the lips, desperation clawing in his veins.

It was now or never.

SnowWhitePurity- Anakin gets knighted and starts his miss to woo Obi.

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Grinning happily as he tied the bright purple bow to tie the two bags together, Anakin leaned back on the couch before nodding contently as the silky bow bought stood out starkly against the familiar bags.

Being at the store, Anakin had found two outfit that he thought Obi-Wan would love and he couldn’t decide which one to get… so he got both.

They were birthday presents anyhow, his master wouldn’t say no to them, especially combined with the package of millaflower tea wrapped around the two bags to hold it all together in a nice bow at the top.

Bouncing to his feet, he skipped to the kitchen, braid swinging as he bought out Obi-Wan’s favorite pot and cup, humming as he grabbed sapir tea to brew to welcome the other, humming ‘Coruscant funky droid’ under his breath after pouring the water onto the leafs.

Singing it was always long enough for it to brew properly and not become bitter and instead remain good.

Well, according to Obi-Wan.

Anakin had never liked tea anyhow and would stick to caff and other things.

Or shig, the few occasions Obi-Wan made it, which wasn’t a lot.

Apparently it was hard to get the right things for it but according to Obi-Wan, it was a form for tea and when Anakin tried to search it up on the holonet, he found that it was a Mandalorian drink.

Which begged the question where in the world Obi-Wan had learned it.

Lifting up the mug as he was done humming, Anakin poured the tea into the pot, the sieve catching the used up leafs so he could remove them. Lid on, the tea would keep warm for Obi-Wan as he was sure to arrive in less than ten minutes.

‘…Should I add some kind of sweet? Do we have any Obi-Wan prefers?’ Anakin moved to check the cupboards and fridge, rubbing his chin before perking up as he noticed the pack of spiced rum cakes in the cupboard.

Delightful, Obi-Wan was sure to enjoy them with the tea, as the rum cakes could be slightly dry without something to drink.

Snack procured, tea set in pot to keep warm, Anakin settled against the counter to wait for Obi-Wan, humming happily to himself. ‘If we had been on Coruscant earlier, I would have gotten him a birthday cake… I’m shoddy at baking, so I don’t think I should try that.’ He grimaced to himself.

Anakin was a decent enough cook, he could make a few dishes and so could Obi-Wan but he wasn’t a master by any means and neither was Obi-Wan. But it was enough to survive on and for anything else there was always the public mess to eat or going out, for say to Dex.

But a cake was a bit out of his skills.

Maybe he could learn for next year, if he had the time…

His thoughts broke off as the front door opened, the familiar aura of Obi-Wan’s Force presence washing over him.

Obi-Wan was back and Anakin grabbed the tray, moving into the living room. “Master! Welcome back!” He greeted happily, watching the man pause in removing his boots.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan smiled back before dropping his eyes to the tray Anakin was setting down, eyes lighting up in interest. “Oh, is that for us?” He hurriedly got his boots the rest of the way off, setting them aside to pad to the couch on his socks.

“Mainly for you, there’s tea for you, sapir.” Anakin snorted a bit, gesturing for the other to sit down as he poured a cup.

Of course, that meant Obi-Wan also noticed the bags, his ears and neck turning bright red at the sight of them, even as a shy smile crossed his lips. “Padaw-”

Reaching out, Anakin carefully pushed some of Obi-Wan’s hair behind his ear, smiling slightly. “Happy birthday master, I’m sorry there’s no real cake.” He stated quietly, fingers lingering at the warmth before dropping back, the two staring at each other.

Slowly, Obi-Wan smiled too. “That’s alright. I like rum cake.” He murmured, reaching for the bags slowly.

‘And I like you.’ Anakin grinned slightly, watching him carefully undo the ribbon.

Just a question how old is Obi when he meets Ani in Lupine Copper?

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When they had departed the Nubian ship, Qui-Gon had taken one look at Anakin on Obi-Wan’s back and then rolled his eyes fondly as he lead the two down the ramp, already knowing a lost cause when he saw it.

Not that Obi-Wan had even tried to fight, he had just stared placidly at his master with a tight grip on the boy’s legs as Anakin blinked at the older Jedi over Obi-Wan’s shoulder, both of them ignoring Padme subtly trying to get Anakin’s attention.

“We do have to report to the council, you are aware of this Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon stated calmly as they watched the Nabooan ‘queen’ spoke with Chancellor Valorum.

“Of course, but there’s nothing saying we can not delay for an hour or so,” Obi-Wan answered calmly back over the rushing wind of the landing platform. “After all, Anakin needs something to eat, a shower and some new clothes, in that order.” He didn’t even look at his master.

That got a snort out of Qui-Gon. “…Well, the council will have to convene, so we should have some time, true enough.” He stated, a tad wry before stepping forward to speak with the Chancellor himself, give him the lay of the situation.

“Are you in trouble Obi-Wan?” Anakin whispered, holding on tightly.

Squeezing the boy’s legs, Obi-Wan snorted. “No, but normally when Jedi arrive from missions that have gone… well, not exactly right, we are suppose to meet with the council quickly to explain.” He murmured, explaining before following his master when he finished with Valorum.

Not exactly right was an understatement though.

After all, the Trade Federation had invaded Naboo.

That was far from ‘going right.’

“But you aren’t?” Anakin voice disturbed Obi-Wan’s thought process, the redhead stepping into the  back of the skycar waiting for them as Qui-Gon, rather gracefully this time, decided to to be the driver.

Normally Obi-Wan drove ever since he got his license officiated on Coruscant.

“No, we aren’t,” Obi-Wan set Anakin down and showed him how to lock the seat bar. “I’m going to take at least an hour prior to get you into some better, warmer clothes. Your pants are a bit threadbare and don’t think I didn’t see you shiver on the ship.” Obi-Wan noted sternly.

Anakin blushed, closing his mouth before squeaking when the skycar lifted of, Qui-Gon chuckling quietly to himself under his breath.

Only Obi-Wan’s keen hearing allowed him to catch it but he didn’t say anything, resting his head on Anakin’s head. “I’m also going to get you some food, since its a while since we last ate and get you into a sonic before you get into new clothes.” He stated, smiling slightly when Anakin leaned into his touch.

Anakin’s stomach took that moment to growl loudly enough to make Qui-Gon turn his head a bit with a surprised look on his face.

Obi-Wan just took it as a victory. “Growing children need food, seems you forgotten how much I packed in master.” Obi-Wan sniffed, smirking slightly as he patted Anakin’s head, the boy blushing darkly.

Chuckling faintly, Qui-Gon focused back on their path to the temple, Anakin letting out a little ‘wizard’ beside Obi-Wan when Obi-Wan pointed it out. “Seems so.” Obi-Wan chuckled.

#escapismstitched: is Ani able to get Obi back into his own head?

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He’s warm.

That is the thing Obi-Wan notices first as he slowly comes to.

Another thing he notices is that he is wrapped up in softness.

Two things he has not been in what felt like years but he knew couldn’t be more than months.

He doesn’t want to wake up fully, he worries what he will experience, this might be a trick as he knows he disengaged from his own body to escape from the torture.

But the comfort and softness brings him out steadily along with a gentle hand running through his hair and despite how careful it is, Obi-Wan wants to tremble for it.

It might be a trick.

What if all this is a trick and he will wake up only to be thrown back into his cold, dark cell with no nois-there’s a mechanical arm over his stomach.

There’s a flesh hand in his hair and a mech arm over his stomach.

Anakin.

The sensation makes him open his eyes with a small sob, the hand pausing as Obi-Wan’s eyes adjust to the light of the room, so overwhelming after the dark. “Obi-Wan?” He whispered, Obi-Wan’s warm mattress shifting behind him.

No, not mattress, Anakin.

Its Anakin, sitting in a medbed with Obi-Wan reclined against his chest, touching him tenderly. And Obi-Wan is in a medbay of a ship with Anakin and Anakin has wrapped him in their duvet from Obi-Wan’s ship room, the duvet cover familiar to him.

Instead of the sterile smell of a medbay, everything smells softer, gentler somehow thanks to that with the soothing smells of Anakin’s preferred soaps due to the closeness.

The hand is moving to his chin, gently turning his head so Anakin can see him, blue eyes widening before softening as Obi-Wan continued crying almost silently. “You’re awake.” He breathed out, pulling the other carefully closer to his body.

It ached.

But it was a good ache, Obi-Wan struggling to turn around only to let out a low noise as Anakin helped him until Obi-Wan could bury himself in the blond’s chest.

His nose was smushing against the others soft sleep tunic, recognizing the sight instantly as he nuzzled almost desperately at the softness as he continued crying, Anakin’s arms wrapped around him as the man rocked him.

It was Anakin, warm and safe Anakin.

And with Anakin there was the troopers, this medbay would have either Kix or Helix.

Protective and fierce.

Anakin’s flesh hand was warm on his nape, stroking slowly and his mech hand was rubbing his back, the sensation cooler through his thin shift, indicating that Anakin wasn’t wearing his glove.

It felt good.

It felt real.

That was the important part, everything he could feel.

Anakin’s warmth generating between him, the softness of the duvet and their clothes, the slightly harder sensations of Anakin’s body and yet not uncomfortable, the gender touches steadily over his body and while there were aches, they were numbed down, an indication of painkillers in his system that also made things feel oddly real.

He was home.

“A-Aches.” He rasped out, his mouth twinging oddly when he spoke.

“Yeah, Helix and Kix did what they could,” Anakin whispered, rubbing slowly and gently. “But you need a trip in bacta for sure. Your hands are a mess Obi-Wan.” He hugged him gingerly.

“But… home.” Obi-Wan sniffled hard, shaking.

There was a pause, it felt like it was a long one but it that might only be a feeling as Anakin’s hug tightened on him. “Yes. You’re going home. Home with me. Home to the temple,” He agreed quietly, pressing his forehead to Obi-Wan’s. “Home.”

The gardens, their quarter, Ahsoka and her homework, Yoda with a cup of tea, Bant visiting by with scones, Cody and his quiet scolding when Obi-Wan pushed himself too far…

Anakin and his warm hugs.

Anakin that was holding him, whispering quietly in comfort.

‘Anakin… I’m already home… home is where you are…’ Obi-Wan couldn’t get that out though even as he clung to the other, absently noticing Helix carefully moving about, pulling the duvet up around Obi-Wan’s shoulders with a soft welcome back.

SaveaJedi, so we know how Knight Moddy thinks. How about Commander Snow?

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Most troopers love their Jedi.

Its natural honestly, almost a preset to their genes, they were after all made to serve the Jedi as much as they were made to go to war.

But its more than that, the longnecks are capable of much, but they can’t engineer an emotion like love and considering how some clones desert, especially in the other natborns troops, they can’t engineer loyalty either.

But the Jedi?

Oh, they are loyal and they love their Jedi, even the cowards, and the small part of Snow that also wants to run too winces at calling his own brothers so, that run away from the war.

The troopers love their Jedi because when a Jedi looks at a trooper… they know they are looking a person from the get go, will never look at them any other way and they will treat them as one. That is not to say there isn’t the occasional bad egg, there’s a reason Commander Cody will willingly bitch about Quinlan Vos after all and any time Pong Krell is bought up, Captain Rex face grows dark.

And they are not the only ones.

But out of ten thousand Jedi, who are rapidly dwindling in this war to the worry of every clone that knows them, the bad eggs can be counted on two hands.

And even the bad ones saw them as people, they just… didn’t like them or even outright seemed to hate them.

But Snow is rather sure that what he feels for his own Jedi General goes a bit beyond what every trooper that serves a Jedi feels.

Emotions… aren’t his best forte if he’s honest, he’s not stunted like for say Wolffe can be at time, opting to be a sarcastic asshole but sometimes its just difficult to parse out. When he had said that to his commander, she had snorted caff up her nose, laughing even as Browbeat yelled at her not to choke. “Welcome to being human Snow, we’re fucking complicated, you’re welcome to bitch about it to me any time, I got an ear and a shoulder if you want.” She had grinned up at him, hunched over a holomap with the blue sending shadows over her tired face.

So, well, that was both good and bad.

Good because once more General Moddy confirmed verbally that yup, they were as human and sentient as her. Bad because… well that wasn’t an ANSWER.

So he spoke to Captain Rex, the only one on command chat at the time.

He had given Snow one long, exasperated look before staring at the ceiling and asking Manda why by the Prime’s hairy arse was he the one people went to when they had love problems.

And well… that had been that.

Love.

Commander Snow loved his General like how Marshal commander Cody did General Kenobi, like how Commander Bly loved both General Aayla and Fisto.

They willing not to simply die and kill for them, but to live for them, for their smile, for their tears, for just the simple hope of their warmth.

Snow loved not only with his heart as many troopers did, but with his soul and to see her in harm, be it from the chronic pain or a droid blaster or explosions on the battlefield somehow hurt more than crash landing or having a bomb go off in close proximity.

It was even worse when he was helpless to do anything, when the General’s chronic pain seemed to eat her, make her pace almost all night or she would start limping late at night or when she didn’t have her painkillers.

Because not being able to help her… no, it was a feeling he learned to despise, helplessness.

The helplessness when his vode died around him, the helplessness when his General grit her teeth and her eyes teared up from the pain, helpless as the Senate ordered more clones for the battlefield and they continued marching on wards in what felt like a hopeless war.

Some days though… there were rays of sunshine and warmth.

Like now, the 28th sitting around fires, his General laying on her back on a large rock with a content expression on her face, the night sky clear and bright with the moons hanging high over them to provide light and the air not too chilly, especially with the fires.

How they had come into talk about the mythical ‘after the war’, Snow wasn’t sure but somehow they had.

“What would you do after the war General?” Idunn finally asked, being the trooper brave enough to breach the topic, blinking at their Jedi from Nord’s lap where she had pretty much collapsed.

But considering General Moddy shared makeup with Idunn, she might feel comfortable enough with asking her that question.

Not bothering moving from the large flat rock she was laying on, head dropping over the edge of it as she peered at the fire, General Moddy let out a small, thoughtful hum as she settled her hands on her stomach. “…I kinda just wanna lay somewhere wrapped in blankets like a burrito I guess, stare on the fire or tv and be feed by whoever cares to fucking love me I guess, that be nice,” She mused. “Just… lay and be feed some chocolate pudding and become fat,” Moddy stated, almost sending Snow’s caff in the wrong windpipe. “Fat and happy as a pig.” She stated rather happily.

Everyone stared at her as she grinned at them, face upside and slightly red from the position.

And then they cracked up, laughing at the mental image of their General.

Snow however couldn’t help but imagine being the one too feed his General, staring at her thoughtfully as her purple dyed hair fluttered a bit in the breeze and the warm glow of the fire made her cheeks seem flushed with life.

He wouldn’t mind wrapping her up like a burrito and feeding her.

Trauma breaks all! A fluffy little friend for Obi! For me, having an animal to care about gets me out of bed at a reasonable time and gets me to take walks outside, which is good for my health and mindset. And a pet can be trained to snuggle often, which is just really nice. What new friend does Obi pick?!

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Leaning forward on the couch, Obi-Wan frowned slightly as he studied the holo display Anakin had pulled up for him of suitable therapy animals.

Honestly, he was grateful that his opinion was being asked, considering how personal this was and he wasn’t just given one that he had to make space for in his life. But the others were right, a therapy animal could potentially help him quite a bit.

Even just an emotional therapy pet but the healers, when he spoke with them, seemed more inclined to also have a service animal.

To that, they had sent him a list of the different kinds of animals it was possible for Obi-Wan to get and keep in the temple and take with him on missions potentially in the future.

Anakin, when he learned the healers had given him a list, had excitedly pulled up the file and booted it up so they could take a peek at the possibilities.

“I’m guessing anything scaled is right out huh?” Anakin suddenly stated, Obi-Wan jerking to look at his former padawan in surprise. Anakin just smiled at the look. “I know you Obi-Wan, so anything scaled or insectoid in nature would be out from the get go, you don’t mind them but I don’t think you’d want to keep them around you for twenty four seven.” He added calmly.

Flustering a bit, Obi-Wan gave a small nod. “You’re right in that… I don’t mind the idea of an akk hound or so but…” He hesitated, glancing to the small images, shuddering slightly at the sight of a knee height insect that looked a lot like a centipede.

Honestly, Obi-Wan would prefer something fluffy but not super fluffy so… a short haired animal then.

“Cats are hard to train and are limited in what they could be trained in,” Anakin stated thoughtfully, peering at the felines before reaching out and tapping, grinning as he got to the functions and started removing by species the ones Obi-Wan wouldn’t want at all. “But there are a few on the list, so what do you think?”

Letting out a thoughtful hum, Obi-Wan googled a bit at what looked like a small horse before shaking his head. “No, no cats. I like them but… no.” He sighed before blinking and shifting forward to peer at the list.

Anakin paused scrolling, watching Obi-Wan carefully, taking in the interested gaze. “…See something you like?” He questioned softly.

Sucking thoughtfully on his bottom lip, Obi-Wan gave a small nod. “I think so, just… let me read?” Obi-Wan stated vaguely, smiling slightly when Anakin gave an agreeable nod and flopped back against the couch.

After a second of Obi-Wan reading, he felt the others flesh hand come up and slowly rub his back in even circles.

The touch was soothing and Obi-Wan had to resist the urge to just turn around and bury himself in Anakin’s chest, to cuddle.

His mind healer, Dora, had been telling him that the urge to cuddle was quite natural and encouraged him to act on it with those that were tactile in his life, to enjoy what was offered freely since it helped him.

“Humans thrive on touch,” Dora had stated softly, her silver eyes tracking Obi-Wan’s nervous finger movements. “We can become starved of it, leading to health issues, both mental and physical. So please, take comfort in those that offer you touch. Like Knight Skywalker.” She had urged with a gentle smile, her office smelling of vanilla and sugar thanks to her incenses.

‘Reading now, cuddles later.’ Obi-Wan firmly reminded himself even as he leaned back into the touch, Anakin pausing in surprise before shifting closer, his hand going back to slowly rubbing.

Unwinding with the touch, the stirrings of anxiety that had been building in his stomach fading, Obi-Wan went back to reading. ‘Highly intelligent and intuitive, french bulldogs are a small breed that are easy to train and pick up on the emotions of those around them. They handle small spaces with many people and can navigate with ease,’ Obi-Wan re-read before tilting his head, blinking at the dark eyed brown dog with white spots. ‘…It looks like its smiling…’ He noted, lips twitching faintly into a smile.

Sweet honey: a lot of things are going to down and everyone is happy! How does Padma handle finding out that Anakin is bonded to someone else? How would she react? Is she happy for him or does this possibly change something for her? P.S. love your writings they are all amazing!!

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Trying not to show how twitchy he was, Anakin shifted closer to Rex as they followed Obi-Wan and Jango through the Senate, the redhead more familiar despite Anakin having visited often.

But Anakin had always gone straight to the Chancellor, that was the path he was familiar with.

Obi-Wan was now officially a Senate liaison, having been taken off active duty due to his pregnancy and because of that, he would now be showing up in the Rotunda more often than not. Thankfully, today he was only here to observe the Senate meeting.

Jango, in full armor, was going with him because he was a protective bastard and as his mate, had full right to follow Obi-Wan anywhere in the Senate.

He acted very much like a bodyguard, scowling at everyone that looked at Obi-Wan the wrong way or too long, his helmet thumping on his thigh as it hung from his belt, clearly wanting everyone to see his face.

Jango was nothing if not a fastidious mate.  

But so was Rex, who was sensing Anakin’s discomfort at being in the Rotunda.

After the failed heat, the two had cuddled together for a long time before Rex had quietly asked what Anakin wanted to do now that his heat was over.

That of course, had been very simple for Anakin now that his body didn’t hurt at the slightest touch to his most sensitive areas, which oddly enough included his armpits that had kept itching and burning for some odd reason.

He wanted to get bonded.

Rex had balked a bit, eyes wide as he clenched his arms around Anakin, panicked about the pain it would cause.

Bonding with an omega in heat was preferred due to the pain bonding could cause, both from biting through the gland and the bond slotting into place.

But why Rex thought that Anakin would be more sensitive to that than he himself, Anakin had no idea.

Rex didn’t have those omega prejudices many worlds had from old so it had surprised and honestly offended Anakin.

Until Rex had explained nervously that only a few hours ago, Anakin was crying if Rex so much as brushed against his bonding gland and that the last thing the alpha wanted after seeing that, was to cause more pain and discomfort.

It mollified Anakin, slightly.

And he had managed to talk Rex into it once he assured the other that he wasn’t as sensitive anymore.

It still had hurt like a bugger, something Rex had agreed with after Anakin returned the favor but Force, a mating bond was like nothing Anakin had suspected and yet everything at the same time.

Of course, that also meant that everyone was now able to smell Rex and Anakin on each other and knew they were now mates and coming to the Rotunda meant Senators… Senators like Padme Amidala, who had been staring at him from one of the higher floors for what felt like hours.

Even from a distance he could feel her shock and hurt, though he wasn’t sure why, she was the one that had distanced herself first when it was clear he was an omega.

And he knew that somewhere in this building, the Chancellor lurked, like a snake waiting to strike.

It was strange to think that once, that man had been a friend but once Anakin’s status had come out…

He would never forget the desire in the old man’s eyes and the slimy feeling it gave down his back.

A hand wrapped around his, forcing Anakin’s attention to the here and now as he glanced to his side, Rex peering up at him with a small frown that turned into a smile when Anakin squeezed his hand in return.

It didn’t matter now.

Anakin was bonded, neither Padme or the Chancellor mattered to him anymore, at least not in a mating situation.

Because Anakin was spoken for by a man he knew would always do his best by Anakin.

He hoped he could do his best by Rex too.