fluff

could you maybe write some QuiObi? maybe that abo au where Obi-wan is blind?? or maybe majorstars? you dont have to

Posted on av swmoddy

Humming faintly as he tipped his head back, enjoying the warm sunlight streaming in through the window, Obi-Wan wondered how he could get this lucky before deciding that he didn’t care, he was just happy to be in his current situation.

What was his situation?

Well, he was currently sitting lotus style on the meditation mat of Qui-Gon’s quarters with the morning sun streaming in, his son right behind him as he worked with Obi-Wan’s hair.

When the knight had arrived for breakfast as he had been invited to yesterday by Qui-Gon, Anakin had rather shyly requested to braid Obi-Wan’s hair as they waited for the master to finish up making the pancakes they would be having.

Seeing no harm in it, Obi-Wan had readily agreed, not expecting much as he settled down, the smell of pancakes already starting to fill the rooms.

It seemed however that his son must have helped others with long hair in the creche, because he had rather skillfully started brushing out Obi-Wan’s hair first, working the brush carefully to untangle his hair and then part it to make a not too tight braid that hung slightly to the left so it would go over Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

It would come to rest on his collarbone once Anakin tied it off.

The whole treatment was actually making Obi-Wan drowsy once more, not having slept as well as he normally did.

His body going through another hormone cycle unfortunately and he would have to speak with the healers about that once more as the current pills he was on was not helping well to control the flush.

A small click made him open his eyes, letting out a questioning noise as something hit his collarbone, glancing down only to laugh softly at the butterfly clip now resting at the end of the neat braid. “Well then, what’s this Anakin?” He teased, turning his head to look at his son.

Anakin grinned impishly back. “A hairclip,” He chirped before turning a bit shy. “I made it arts and crafts, do you like it?” He questioned with wide eyes, painfully hopeful.

Glancing back down, Obi-Wan reached up to touch the clip, examining it.

It was a metal back, obviously Anakin had made that with Force twisting but the butterfly itself was made out of a soft fabric in a pastel yellow color with black dots painted on. Obi-Wan assumed it had to be a metal skeleton inside so to speak, so it would keep its form.

It was rather well made actually, especially for Anakin’s youth, considering he was only just starting to work with metals in arts.

The butterfly was lovely and Obi-Wan smiled warmly at Anakin, happy that he wouldn’t have to offer his son meaningless platitudes to reassurance but actual, genuine praise. “Its lovely Anakin, you put a lot of thought and work into this, I can tell.” He murmured softly, his smile growing when Anakin’s cheeks grew rosy at the praise.

“Uhu, I noticed you just tied your hair normally, so I wanted to make something for you that looked nice.” He shyly admitted and not for the first time did Obi-Wan wonder if Anakin actually knew, that he had figured him and Qui-Gon out.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask only for Qui-Gon to call out for them, the pancakes done. “Seems its breakfast time.” He chuckled, trying not to feel disappointed as he got up and helped Anakin up after.

“Pancakes!” Anakin chirped, holding onto Obi-Wan’s hand to lead him to the kitchen, eyes sparkling with delight at the stack waiting for them along with bacon and fruit salad, Qui-Gon having gone all out in the little breakfast foods he knew how to make, the little family that pretended they weren’t one sitting down to eat.

In sweethoney. What happens during Anakin’s heat.

Posted on av swmoddy

Shuddering heavily, Anakin let out a small whimper as Rex touched his hip. “Noooo.” He whined, wincing when Rex hands instantly shot off him, feeling guilty but his skin felt too much.

He had thought his heat would be nice, to share it with Rex but it seemed that his heat was not going to be one of the pleasant ones this time.

He was so sensitive that even his own shirt felt uncomfortable rubbing against his chest, his nipples actually hurting at the brush and he didn’t want to talk about his genitalia at all and how his boxers felt to his skin!

Yet at the same time he was horny and it was an awful feeling to be horny, upset and sensitive at the same time and he wanted to throw up a bit too if he was honest and all he really wanted was for Rex to hold him and yet at the same time he knew that if Rex touched him it would make him cry out again.

“Love?” Rex whispered worriedly, voice gruff as the alpha was being effected by the hormones.

And Force, having Rex call him that made him want to melt even as he felt too sensitive for anything. Shivering, Anakin shifted himself away from Rex chest to look up at him, sweating heavily inside the nest he had invited Rex into.

Worried amber meet his, Rex hands hovering as if he wanted to touch but was unsure how to.

Shaking his head, Anakin let out a small whimper. “Its not a good heat. Bad heat. My skin… it feels too much.” He shuddered.

Rex eyes narrowed with realization, his eyes streaking over the other. “Okay, okay love. Tell me what to do, tell me how to touch you that won’t hurt you?” He whispered, tone assertive and yet vaguely pleading.

It almost made Anakin start sobbing, how considerate the alpha, his alpha, was. There were many alphas, subpar as Jango would call them, that wouldn’t care and would just roll an omega onto their stomach and take their pleasure.

Rex, just like Jango, was a good alpha.

And he cared. “Don’t…” Anakin licked his lips, breath hitching a bit his inside spasmed. “Don’t touch my hips, or my bonding gland…and try not to brush my upper chest area or the nipples?” He ventured finally, shivering a bit as Rex hand finally came down to slowly rub through Anakin’s sweat soaked hair.

“Okay. I can do that.” Rex agreed softly and Anakin realized, that while the other still smelled of pheromones and lust, he didn’t smell as strongly of it.

Rex focus had shifted, his body simply reacting to the pheromones Anakin was giving out but his focus was on Anakin’s comfort.

Only Anakin’s comfort.

He felt tears well up in his eyes at that before he whimpered and pressed closer, Rex petting the back of his nape a bit and then moving his hand back up in his hair.

“Can I touch your back, or would that make things worse?” Rex whispered, never once assuming he knew better or trying to control Anakin.

“Just… try not to go too low.” Anakin swallowed, feeling miserable as he had wanted a nice heat with Rex.

Bonding with him on the table and all.

But if Rex as much as brushed his bonding gland now, Anakin knew he’d scream.

A warm, steady hand slowly rubbed along his spine, the pressure increasing when Anakin arched into it but stopping at about waists level before going up again, repeating the action slowly and steadily.

Never too low, Rex other hand in his hair, providing comfort as Anakin clung to his alpha as best he can.

He had been sure before he let Rex into the room to share his heat.

Now he knew beyond doubt or question.

Rex was the man he would mate and marry and as long as Rex too wanted it, he’d give the man as many pups in the future as they could handle. Hell, fill the creche for all Anakin cared, he was fertile, he could give as many pups as possible and love them all with Rex.

His mate.

#lightthroughthe cracks- Obi gets cuddles from his padawan. Sidious tries to get in contact with Ani.

Posted on av swmoddy

Settled against one of the many trees of the halls garden, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath of relief, enjoying the air and the sight of the lazy river.

The clear signs of his health improving was a joy, the fact that he could visit the gardens, even just the healer attached one, without someone escorting him meaning that soon, soon he would be able to leave the halls.

It wouldn’t take long now, as long as Obi-Wan didn’t experience yet another set-back.

And being in the gardens meant another place for him and Anakin to meet up, the redhead perking up as he heard the telltale sounds of feet on grass rushing towards him, shifting to look to the entrance as Anakin came barreling towards him. “Padawan!” He beamed, not bothering to get up and instead simply opening his arms to the boy.

Anakin threw himself at Obi-Wan, squeaking happily when Obi-Wan caught him without toppling over. “Obi!” He beamed, hugging tightly before sitting back on the man’s lap only to grimace when Obi-Wan’s smile instantly dropped at the sight of his face.

“What happened?” Obi-Wan hissed, cupping Anakin’s chin to tilt his face to the left, staring at the bacta patch covering his jaw and some of his neck on the right side. “Anakin?” Obi-Wan’s alarmed voice was low but insistent, worried.

Grimacing again, Anakin reached up and took his master’s hands, Obi-Wan letting out a startled noise when he took in that Anakin’s fingers were bandaged too, blue eyes wide as he stared at the small hands holding his. “So um, please don’t be upset?” He pleaded softly.

Cupping Anakin’s hands with both of his, Obi-Wan resisted the urge to squeeze them in reassurance, unsure if it would hurt the bandaged hands or not. “I would never be upset with you for being hurt.” He stated seriously, the bubbling of the lazy river and the sounds of the insects no longer calming him as it had moments before.

Anakin grimaced once more, clearly not happy with that answer but realizing he wouldn’t get anymore out of his master. “So um, Chancellor Palpatine invited me to the Rotunda, to meet with him-” He stated, only to be interrupted.

“Again?” Obi-Wan questioned, aghast. “Why? I thought you didn’t want to visit him anymore? That he didn’t ask you to visit?” Obi-Wan questioned in bewilderment.

After Obi-Wan had been confined to the halls, the Jedi council had realized the amount of meetings the Chancellor had been requesting and had managed to interfere. Meeting the boy once or twice without a chaperon when the man had levered his power to do so was something the council hadn’t managed to stop.

But after the sixth meeting since Obi-Wan was confined, totaling a number of twenty visits in total, well… it was becoming troublesome and Mace had approached a few of the Senators that were sympathetic to Jedi or at least wanted to protect children.

Meeting with a child without a chaperon looked bad for a man of Palpatine’s powers and Bail Organa had spearheaded the bill that would forbid people holding offices to meet with Jedi minors without a chaperon or an extremely good cause.

Since then, Palpatine had become… sneakier in his attempt to meet Anakin.

“Well, that’s just it, he didn’t just invite me,” Anakin shrugged, nibbling on his bottom lip, only stopping when Obi-Wan reached up and tugged his lip away with his thumb, giving him a scolding look since Anakin had a tendency to make his lip bleed with his nervous tick. “He invited my entire class, for a tour of the Rotunda and so on.”

Blinking slowly, Obi-Wan’s jaw dropped as he stared at Anakin, clearly hoping for the other to go ‘joking!’

But no such luck.

Letting out a strangled noise, Obi-Wan took a deep breath, closing his eyes to calm himself down. “…So your entire class was in the Rotunda… with an adult?” He opened one eye to peek at Anakin, relaxing slightly when the other nodded.

“Master Nu, apparently she is familiar with the Rotunda and keeps up to date with all the Senators and their aids?” Anakin clarified, bemused by someone wanting to keep up with all that boring information, not realizing that Jocasta didn’t do it for fun but for record keeping and ensuring they knew who they’d have to deal with in the Senate.

Nodding simply, Obi-Wan stared at his padawan, flickering his eyes to the bacta patches and bandages before looking the other in the eyes again, silently demanding answers.

Slumping a bit, realizing he wouldn’t be able to distract Obi-Wan, Anakin quietly told him what happened, every sentence causing Obi-Wan’s eyes to burn brighter and brighter before he dragged Anakin into his chest. “You are never seeing him alone again.” Obi-Wan hissed, protectiveness and actual rage washing over Anakin from his master.

And yet he never shed away from him, snuggling into the others chest as he knew Obi-Wan would protect him.

Cuddling? Just… some folks like Obi-Wan (with the 212th) or Cody (with other commanders) cuddling and relaxing and getting to take a break for a bit? Or maybe Mace and his lineage, they’re all so overworked and I think they deserve a good cuddle session. Thanks for all of your awesome stories!

Posted on av swmoddy

Opening his eyes lazily to peer up at an amused Depa, Mace simply tightened his hold on Caleb as he sunk deeper into the beanbag, just silently staring back at his old padawan.

Caleb, bless his heart, continued sleeping, nuzzling into his grandmaster’s chest as the master of the order tugged the blankets provided by Ponds more around the sleeping boy. The war had been tearing on all of them and Mace had…

Well, he worried.

Caleb was so young and he knew, from dealing with Obi-Wan, how youth and war did not mix properly.

He had seen Obi-Wan Kenobi returning from Melida/Daan.

He had been a knight at the time but he had seen how the boy had come back skittish, gaunt with a light missing in his eyes and even as he physically bounced back, something in the padawan of Qui-Gon Jinn had clearly changed and not for the best.

So yes, sue him, he worried and therefore he was going to have a grand ol’ snuggle time with his padawan’s padawan.

Especially since his worried men, in combination with the 212th, had provided not only blankets but also beanbags for them to rest, settling them under a tree to provide some shade from the suns shining down on them, the air smelling comfortingly of fresh forest with the day being decently warm and the blanket providing the rest they needed.

Actually, speaking of the 212th…

Glancing to his side, Mace found Obi-Wan, just like Caleb, was deeply asleep, curled up in the beanbag as he rested on his commander’s chest, the clone commander rubbing his fingers slowly through the others red hair as he peered at the sky.

“…So, are there more beanbags and blankets?” Depa finally whispered to avoid waking either Obi-Wan or Caleb, glancing around and visibly pouting when she didn’t see any in sight.

Grumbling faintly, Mace glanced around too before catching the lieutenant with the shaved head from 212th eyes.

The man blinked before looking at Depa, beaming brightly in realization before he scuttled off quickly.

Mace raised his hand from Caleb briefly, giving the other the thumb up. “No but in a few moments there will be. Not sure where the troopers got these from but I’m grateful.” He rumbled quietly, dropping his hand back to pet Caleb’s fluffy hair instead of simply resting on him.

It was moments like this he delighted that Depa hadn’t made Caleb get the traditional padawan haircut or that the boy himself hadn’t insisted.

Fluffy hair that was nice to pet, fluffy little padawan.

He was really fond of his grandpadawan he would admit, Caleb was curious and driven and it hurt Mace heart to see the boy in war.

But there was nothing he could do about that instead of trudging on wards, trying to end the war with the Senate breathing down their necks and Jedi dying in the name of the Senate.

Mace had to send that bitter feeling into the air as the lieutenant from the 212th came over with the beanbags and blankets for Depa.

He felt more and more that they were fighting less for justice and the Republic and more for the karking politicians.

It was why he treasured moments like this, cuddling Caleb with his fellow Jedi resting around him, Obi-Wan’s fuzzy sleep aura warm and Depa settling down with them with her own calm easing his heart.

Priceless moments.

Show white purity. There is no way Anakin won’t wake up with morning wood, possibly with it pressed up against Obi-Wan because of their cuddling.

Posted on av swmoddy

He was so warm.

So warm and so comfortable and it was the most beautiful feeling in the world and he would do anything to keep that feeling as he drowsily continued floating in the warmth and dazed comfort of the place between sleep and true awakening.

And something was jabbing him in the back though and slowly but surely, Obi-Wan opened lidded eyes to peer into the dimly lit cabin.

By his own internal clock, he must have been asleep for about seven hours or so, which seemed about right for Obi-Wan on normal days.

Ships had a tendency to mess with it though so he couldn’t be entirely sure.

Shifting a bit, intent on reaching out to check a chrono, Obi-Wan froze as he realized someones arms were around him along with an erection in his back.

Forcing himself to breath, Obi-Wan scanned his memories before melting into the bunk, recalling that it was just Anakin.

Just sweet Anakin.

It was a bit uncomfortable with the morning wood in his back but it wasn’t the first time it had happened, so Obi-Wan settled, carefully reaching to his stomach where one of Anakin’s hands were resting.

‘We were face to face when we fell asleep. I guess we moved around on this narrow two man bunk.’ Obi-Wan mused tiredly, shifting a bit as he felt himself rise in interest to the erection pressed to his back.

That was… less pleasing.

It was a perfectly natural reaction of course, just like Anakin’s ‘morning’ wood but Obi-Wan wasn’t pleased about it since Anakin was asleep and Obi-Wan did not want to hump him again.

‘Just… focus on something else, something nice… like Anakin’s hand.’ His lips twitched into a small smile as he continued to slowly caress the others hand.

It was as large as Obi-Wan’s if they pressed their hands palm to palm but Anakin’s fingers were slightly longer and his palm somewhat slimmer, leaving some space at the sides. And his hand was warm.

Delightfully warm.

Slowly, Obi-Wan laced their fingers together, feeling the calluses from saber wielding in the others hand, alerting him to this being Anakin’s right hand for sure as that was Anakin’s dominant saber hand.

‘…I shouldn’t be his master but I can’t bare the idea letting go of him now, not when we’re so close to him becoming a knight, finishing his trials,’ Obi-Wan self-recrimination cropped up and he winced internally at the thought. ‘I’m a pervert still.’

The hand he was holding suddenly tightened on him with the other pulling him more tightly against the warm body against him. “You’re not.” A sleep rough voice mumbled out.

Wincing slightly in realization he had let his shields lower during his sleepy haze, Obi-Wan just squeezed the others hand slightly.

“Master…” Anakin voice was becoming low, incensed.

Sighing, Obi-Wan squeezed Anakin’s hand in return. “Peace Anakin… please.” He whispered, voice cracking on the plea.

But it was enough to make the other back down.

But he didn’t let go of Obi-Wan, holding him tightly to his body, the erection quite clearly felt in his back.

But Anakin didn’t seem intent on doing anything so Obi-Wan let it be, even as his own thoughts brought his down.

A warm nose suddenly bumped into the back of his nose. “Sleep master, there’s still time left.” He whispered quietly.

“…Yes, some more sleep sounds good.” Quietly agreeing, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and let the sound of Anakin’s even breath and warm presence wrap around him and sooth him to sleep, the feel of Anakin’s free hand rubbing lightly against his stomach over the silky fabric providing a comfort Obi-Wan wasn’t sure how to explain only that it did.

So with the Snails are Free, is Anakin realizing that Obi is his mate or is he clueless? What kind of disparaging comments is Palpatine making about Obi?

Posted on av swmoddy

Cup paused mid air, Obi-Wan blinked at his padawan as the other stared at him wide eyed from the door, his back pressed to it and clearly upset though Obi-Wan could feel nothing through their bond. “Anakin?” He murmured, setting his cup down while standing up.

“The giant one talks.” Anakin hissed, his eyes flickering to the balcony as a shadow passed by their quarters.

Freezing, Obi-Wan blinked back at his padawan as tentacles flickered agitately around before wrapping firmly around Anakin. “Excuse me?” He choked out.

“It talks,” Anakin hissed again, twitching a bit against the door. “It talked to me and it understands basic though what the hell it talks I have no idea but I understood it.” He shuddered a bit.

Ignoring his tea, Obi-Wan made his way to his padawan instead, quickly pressing his hand to the others forehead and then grabbing his hands, turning them over and pressing his fingers to the others pulsepoint. “Are you alright?” Obi-Wan questioned quickly. ‘He was just suppose to go to the Senate! Meet with the Chancellor as always! Why… why the hell would that giant thing talk to him?!’ Obi-Wan couldn’t help but wonder but Anakin’s health came first.

Too busy trying to check on the other, he didn’t see Anakin’s eyes soften slightly, his attention only drawn up once the others tentacles wrapped tightly around him as they often did during sleep or when Anakin was feeling clingy.

Which, fairly, he might be feeling right now.

But it least it seemed like Anakin was calming down, his pulse was higher than normal but not as high as when Obi-Wan first put his fingers to them and while he still looked disturbed, he didn’t look like he was about to have a panic attack.

Hell, he had opened up on their bond a bit, the feeling of unease lingering in their bond from Anakin, not that Obi-Wan was much better. “I’m… well, not fine but I’m not hurt physically or mentally.” Anakin breathed out, dropping his head back against the door to peer down at his master.

‘Force, he’s gotten so tall. Damn it, how do I keep inviting tall people into my life?’ Obi-Wan mentally huffed, a stray thought in the moment of absurdity. “Well, there’s that,” Obi-Wan chose to respond with, squeezing tanned hands carefully. “What did it say?” He opted next.

Huffing a bit, Anakin grimaced at him.

The action had Obi-Wan brow furrowing a bit. “…Padawan?” He prompted carefully.

That got him a bigger grimace, as if Anakin was sulking “It called me a hatchling.” He finally admitted.

“…A hatchling?” Obi-Wan blinked, pulling his hands back to stroke his beard thoughtfully, frowning heavily. “That’s… it called you a hatchling… did it say anything more?” He glanced at the other, peering up through his bangs.

Anakin nibbled on his bottom lip before sighing and nodding. “A blind hatchling. It said it was strange to see such a blind hatchling walking around without a care.”

Obi-Wan sensed there was something Anakin wasn’t saying but from the way the others cheeks colored, it was best not to prod the wompa.

For all Obi-Wan knew, the giant slug thing could have called him something worse than blind. “A blind hatchling… maybe its referring to the other sight? You have been seeing more and more increasingly but there seems that there might be… more?” He theorized, peering at his senior padawan.

Shrugging slightly, Anakin wiggled his feet out of his boots finally, stepping away from the door and shrugging his robe off to hang up. “Maybe, don’t really care right now. The way its voice just rumbled through me was disconcerting.” Anakin grumbled.

“Through you?” Obi-Wan balked, following when Anakin started walking to the couch since the others tentacles were still wrapped around his waist, not that he wanted to leave his padawan alone right now anyhow.

Huffing, Anakin sat down on the first couch, pulling Obi-Wan in close the moment the sat down too so he could settle his head on his master’s shoulder. “Yeah, it was really weird. It was like a sonic shower but instead of being on the outside to vibrate the dirt off, it felt like it was all over me and inside.” He sulked quietly.

Blinking, Obi-Wan absently wrapped his arm around the other, rubbing his fingers through Anakin’s short hair before tugging the string out of the others nerf tail, teasing the long hair too. “How… disturbing.” He mused, falling quietly, missing Anakin glancing at him while enjoying the scalp massage.

‘…Obi-Wan must never know it said I strutted around. I do not strut. I stride.’

Hellytrick, how is Obi-Wan and Anakin’s relationship going? I mean, they must be a lot happier now that Anakin knows what’s up but no one else of the Jedi do? Seeing as Anakin always wants to be told everything I mean when it comes to the people he loves.

Posted on av swmoddy

Watching the burning wheel of cheeses roll down past them on the hill, Anakin settled his fists under his chin and then glanced at his master as a naked man ran screaming down the hill after said wheels. “Guess I owe you twenty credits then master.” He mused lightly, unbothered really.

Stroking his beard, a smirk on his lips, Obi-Wan simply hummed, the man sitting cross legged on the grass beside his padawan. “So you do,” Another naked, screaming person ran past them, causing Obi-Wan to pause what he was going to say as they both watched them race past, trying not to trip down the hill.

Blinking, Anakin peered after the person before looking up at Obi-Wan. “I thought you said only guys did this cheese race thing?” He questioned in a puzzled tone.

“Male presenting,” Obi-Wan corrected, patting the other on the head when Anakin’s mouth formed a O of realization. “Indeed, never be too quick to judge.” He chuckled quietly, keeping his hand on the others head.

“Yeah, yeah, you tell me that a lot, stop lecturing me, I’m not a padawan anymore.” Anakin rolled his eyes, watching as two more people ran past.

Digging his fingers through the curls, Obi-Wan smirked. “I would have thought my little trick would have taught you the lesson on that already.” He teased, chuckling when Anakin flushed slightly.

His little heely trick was becoming quite the trick, no one realizing he was just wearing wheels inside his heels, especially since Obi-Wan had started using two pairs of boots so he wouldn’t give himself away on terrain like today.

Muddy grass and swampy terrain was not good for wheels after all.

Fluttering one hand in the air, Anakin huffed. “Point. But hey, you never did tell me why Zarhar does this? I mean, what’s the point of chasing a wheel on fire naked of all things?” Anakin frowned a bit, snorting when Jesse suddenly ran past in the nude, Dogma coming racing after him in full armor, yelling about regulation with Boil and Waxer a few meters behind with quite the obvious camera.

“Well, lets just say, I hope that Jesse doesn’t catch one of the female presenting audience as this is a way of picking out courtier,” Obi-Wan stated dryly, smirking widely when Anakin choked on his own saliva in shock. “Oh yes, this is for the eligible young female presenting to ogle the ‘assets’ so to speak of the ones racing. From looks to speed to bravery, after all, it takes quite a bit to race after a burning cheese wheel and catch it down a hill.’ Obi-Wan chuckled as another cheese wheel, this one with a pack of naked people coming after it ran past them.

“…Jesse has no idea.” Anakin stated, blinking heavily even as he was clearly highly amused.

“Thankfully, it wouldn’t lead to marriage,” Obi-Wan snorted. “But he might be required to go on a date if someone approaches him,” He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I guess in this situation, you would be his papa.” He smirked down at Anakin.

Anakin’s eyes turned wide and he shifted up on his elbows to look down where they could still hear Jesse hooting and Dogma yelling. “…I don’t think I’m ready for a parental role.” He squeaked in horror.

Sniggering, Obi-Wan patted the other on the back. “Oh, its not directly a parent role but you are his superior, so you would assume that role. Meaning you would have to turn down the ones asking for him.” He winked.

Anakin opened his mouth only to close it as both winced, one of the racers finally going flat on his face, falling several meters down with a cry of pain. “Ooof, that looks like a broken bone.” Anakin hissed.

Shaking one hand, Obi-Wan nodded, hissing too. “Indeed, poor man….” He paused, a mischievous look crossing his face. “At least it wasn’t another type of broken ‘bone’.” Obi-Wan playfully jabbed at his former padawan with his elbow.

Snorting, Anakin covered his face, laughing helplessly as he wondered which one of the council’s he’d have to suck up to, to thank for this actually nice mission. “Images Obi-Wan, the images.” He chuckled, ignoring the smugly grinning Jedi master beside him as a man as hairy as a wookie raced by them, roaring as he held a cheese wheel on fire over his head.

“…Impressive.”

Is Obi okay in lupinecopper?

Posted on av swmoddy

The day was cold and windy but Qui-Gon couldn’t help but be grateful it was finally morning as he slung his and Obi-Wan’s combined packs on this back and then carefully lifted his lupine padawan up, carrying him gingerly in his arms as Obi-Wan snuffled and whined softly.

It had taken him a full day to find someone to actually help Obi-Wan and another day to find transport back to Coruscant that would take them.

The two first medics he had found that had been contacted had no idea how to treat a werewolf in their wolf form, one had been a vet, the fourth was a prejudiced asshole that Qui-Gon refused to let touch Obi-Wan but finally, finally they had found someone that could help Obi-Wan.

An older lady with greenish tinted hair and dark skin that hinted to her at least partly plant alien of some sort instead of a full baseline human.

And Qui-Gon had learned something new about his padawan while she examined and treated him.

Forceful transformations were things made of shock, often a survival move as not every werewolf or honestly, most werewolves were not Force sensitive, Obi-Wan being one of the few rare ones. But because they were forceful, often far outside of the normal change of the werewolf in question, they were often locked in their canine forms for a long time instead of turning back as they normally did.

Qui-Gon also learned from her that the moon didn’t actually have much to do with the transformation and that was a happy coincidence most of the time, the transformation schedule had more to do with the werewolf themselves.

And that also explained why Obi-Wan could transform at will as Qui-Gon often had him transform to either train or play.

A person that rejected the wolf inside them would also have a much harder time transforming and their body would demand more transformation because they didn’t let the wolf inside of themselves out to ‘play’ as the medic stated.

Well, after she told Qui-Gon that her own grandson often peed on her foot to mark his ‘territory’ and pack.

Qui-Gon was very happy Obi-Wan hadn’t done that in their quarters!

Canine piss just line feline piss had a very… ah… aromatic scent to it, pungent and hard to ignore, especially if it was allowed to linger.

Thankfully, she had treated Obi-Wan’s fever and a few jarred bones and torn muscles his poor pup had gotten, along with blistered skin beneath the fur and Obi-Wan was still on some fever reducers for a few days as he still wasn’t completely fine.

But their ship home had come so it couldn’t be helped that Qui-Gon carried his padawan out into the windy condition, snow crunching under his feet as he made his way towards the parking berth of the outgoing ships.

‘Its honestly lucky they so easily accepted that I had a wolf with me, I was worried we’d be stuck here.’ Qui-Gon mused to himself. He had steadily felt like they were wearing out their welcome as the news got around that Obi-Wan was a werewolf and not just Qui-Gon’s ‘dog’ and he was rather happy to be leaving, especially as he noticed side eyes and glares from under hoods.

Nothing he hadn’t felt before, Jedi got that sometimes.

But he’d rather not have Obi-Wan in danger.

Obi-Wan whined softly, snuffling his snout in under Qui-Gon’s arm towards his armpit, a fuzzy sensation of ‘cold’ echoing through their muffled bond. “Its alright Obi-Wan, almost there now,” Qui-Gon murmured, hefting him a bit up and murmuring quick apology when Obi-Wan let out a pained whine. “When we get home, you can pull out a full box of the treats Yan sent you, how about that?” He continued, speaking softly to distract.

Obi-Wan went quiet before a fuzzy thought came along their bond accompanied with hope. ‘Two?’

Chuckling faintly, shoulders lowering slightly as the berth finally came into view, Qui-Gon resisted the urge to squeeze his sore padawan. “Oh alright, two. But only two padawan.” He teased gently, chuckling more when Obi-Wan’s tail wagged over his arm.

In Lightthroughcracks since Anakin saw how skinny Obi-wan is does he try to convince him to eat more? And please tell me there’ll be more brotherly snuggles

Posted on av swmoddy

Skipping in once he heard Obi-Wan’s voice, Anakin beamed at his master as the man put aside his pad on his bed, full attention on Anakin and Anakin alone as always with a small smile on his own lips.

It seemed that Obi-Wan preferred sitting on the bed instead of using the desk chair, though considering Obi-Wan preferred sitting in lotus style for the most part, that wasn’t really all that shocking to Anakin.

Ever since he came to surprise Obi-Wan, Anakin had gotten a bit more cautious, he saw a bit too much that day and wouldn’t like to repeat that experience, so he had started knocking on the door to make sure Obi-Wan was presentable.

“Hello there Anakin,” Obi-Wan greeted, eyes falling to the cloth in Anakin’s hands, the man blinking slowly with curiosity.

“Master!” Anakin chirped back, skipping over to the bed to flop down beside the man and lean in when the other wrapped his arm around his padawan’s shoulder in a welcoming embrace. This was one of few things Anakin had come to love ever since Obi-Wan needed healing.

How tactile Obi-Wan was with him.

Oh, Obi-Wan hadn’t been adverse to touching before but it had seemed… stiffer.

Now Obi-Wan easily would wrap his arm around Anakin and hold him or ruffle his hair or even just pet it.

It was nice and Anakin loved it, it reminded him of his mom’s touches sometimes in a way.

That said, it didn’t mean Anakin forgot what he had seen.

Obi-Wan was too skinny and an old fear had swept through Anakin each time the flash of Obi-Wan’s body came through his mind.

Of his mother, whispering about how the most waif like of servants and slaves were swept away by the winds, by the demons just waiting on them to become alone in the sand dunes.

Of demons burying them in the sand and killing them, easy targets, swept away.

Children and old and sick.

Sick like Obi-Wan.

Which was why he had begged Master Depa if one of the master’s could bake.

Shockingly, Master Mace apparently could and Depa begged herself away because she burned water, somehow?

He didn’t really understand that, how did you burn water?

Anyhow, Mace had listened to his request quietly before smiling and ruffling Anakin’s hair, agreeing that instead of sparring or katas, they’d bake during his period for a few days.

“Master, I bought you cookies!” He beamed, dropping the amber colored cloth to his lap and opening it to show Obi-Wan the slightly crumbly yellow cookies with glaze on them, beaming when Obi-Wan gave a surprised but pleased noise.

“Sugar cookies?” Obi-Wan questioned, carefully picking one up to sniff at.

“Honey and oat crisps, or that’s what Master Mace said.” Anakin corrected, wiggling slightly in excitement as Obi-Wan took a small nibble of the one he had picked up.

They were easy to make and since they were oats and honey, somewhat healthy even while being high in sugar and fat. “Oh, these are good. Well done padawan.” Obi-Wan grinned, taking a slightly bigger bite.

Beaming in return. “Good, cause all of these are for you. I already asked the healers and they said they were fine,” He chirped contently, flushing slightly at the indulgent, proud smile that appeared on Obi-Wan’s face. “Um, your hair is getting long master, do you want me to brush it?” He squeaked, feeling a bit embarrassed for some reason.

Chuckling, Obi-Wan gave a small nod, watching as Anakin set the cloth covered cookies on Obi-Wan’s lap and then move to collect the hairbrush. “I don’t have a hair tie though, Anakin, how are you going to ti-oh.” He let out a small snort when Anakin triumphantly pulled out a piece of string from his belt pocket.

Grinning brightly, Anakin shuffled out of his boots and fully climbed onto the bed, wiggling slightly as he happily crawled behind Obi-Wan, standing up to get to work on the others hair. “I used to do this all the time for mom, though her brush was made of wood and had animal hairs bristle.” He chirped happily.

“Well, as long as you want to do it, I don’t mind Anakin.” Obi-Wan hummed.

“I don’t! I like playing with hair. Master Depa let me braid her hair in two braids that she looped on each side.” Anakin cheerfully stated, wiggling happily as he worked the tangles out of his hair, humming softly.

He could feel Obi-Wan relax, slowly nibbling on the cookies and likely getting crumbs in the bed, yet he didn’t say anything, just happy to have his master feeling relaxed and content, his head tilted back into Anakin’s hands.

That was all he had wanted from the day.

A happy Obi-Wan.

Sightlessbird is so wonderful I love it! Can we get Obi-wan meeting more of the troopers?

Posted on av swmoddy

Frowning slightly to himself, Obi-Wan raised his face slightly and sniffed the air as the conversation of the adults kept washing over him.

Ever since they arrived on Tarnus, to take the planet back from the CIS and repel the army, Obi-Wan kept smelling smoke.

Ever so faintly but still, even with the smell of the camp coming into existence around him and Rex regularly checking in on how he was and Anakin trying to guide him through all the stupid war terms, Obi-Wan kept smelling smoke.

It didn’t stop regardless of whatever scents joined. ‘Is it the separatists? Do the robots make fire or something?’ Obi-Wan frowned to himself, twisting his cane in his hands. He couldn’t remember any of the lessons he had with his teachers or master Anakin mentioning any of it.

The thought fled his head however when he was picked up, the teen squeaking loudly as he was manhandled. “Eh!?”

There was a loud laugh, the same person hefting him also laughing and by now Obi-Wan could tell that it wasn’t Anakin, Anakin’s voice wasn’t quite that deep. “Hey there little bird!” A bright voice chirped.

Squirming even as he was carried like a damn tote bag, Obi-Wan tucked his cane to his belt. “Fives! What are you doing?!” He squeaked out, eeping as he was shifted until he was tucked under an arm of all things. “…I feel like a purse pet.” Obi-Wan blinked heavily.

“Mother of moons, I hope you aren’t one! Those things are aggressive.” Another voice teased from right beside him.

Shifting his head enough to squint at the glowing shape walking beside Fives, Obi-Wan let out a huff. “Well, how else would they be? How would you be reacting if you weren’t even let out to go on a walk and exercise and was instead carried everywhere Echo, not even stretching your legs properly?” Obi-Wan blinked heavily.

There was a short silence. “Touche little commander, touche.” Echo stated sheepishly.

“That said, where are we going?” Obi-Wan puzzled, not too upset now that he knew who had him.

Rex had introduced these two earlier on the Resolute, having them guide him around and also make armor for him.

Apparently Fox had been on Rex case about armor, not that the captain or commander had admitted that but Obi-Wan’s hearing was extremely keen, so when the captain had been on chat with some of the other commanding troopers, Obi-Wan had heard them.

He had also almost given himself away when Fox started cursing, because that had been hilarious to him.

Fox always did his best to behave appropriately around Obi-Wan after all, so to see him act out in panic and curse had been rather amusing to him.

“So um, where are we going?” Obi-Wan mused, wiggling a bit and huffing when Fives didn’t ease up his grip.

“To eat sweets!” Fives chirped, pausing a bit for Echo to move in front of him, the swish of fabric alerting Obi-Wan to the fact that they were in front of a tent.

“Sweets?” Obi-Wan puzzled.

“Helix’s says you’re too light, there’s a mark in your folder from the healers apparently,” Echo explained, his tone giddy. “So Bracer is making candied apples, we found honey when we landed.” He explained brightly.

“…Stupid healers,” Obi-Wan pouted to himself before perking up. “And candid apples? Do you mean baked apples?” He questioned, sniffing the air and wiggling when he did indeed smell sugar and apple in the air.

‘This must be the mess tent, good to know, Master Anakin is sure to drag me here daily.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself, grunting slightly as he was finally set down, Fives giving him a headpat before disappearing.

Reaching out, Obi-Wan found a bench and table in front of him and with a sigh, he sat down, he wasn’t going to escape this place until he ate some at least.

Not that he minded.

Baked apples!

Echo sat down beside him, cheerfully engaging Obi-Wan in conversation, happily filling him in on what was already set up of camp and hey, bonus, he could no longer smell the smoke!

‘I really like the troopers.’ Obi-Wan decided. He hadn’t been sure how everyone were, Fox and Thorn were the ones he interacted the most with and they were very different people but… yeah, he liked the troopers he had meet until now.

Maybe he’d get to work with the Maverick’s troopers too and get to know them?

‘I can’t wait!’