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In Snow White purity, Obi-Wan and Anakin are Master/Padawan and have a training bond, right? Maybe Obi-Wan got a little hint of what Anakin was up to after he went to bed, and what he was thinking about while he did it?

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Doing his best not to stare at his half naked padawan as the blond came stumbling into the kitchen area of the rooms they had been granted for the negotiation, Obi-Wan tried to nonchalantly continue sipping his tea.

Frankly, he was grateful his beard hid the amount of blushing he was currently doing and that his hair was long enough to cover his ears and neck up, because he knew that those turned red when he was blushing hard enough.

But come on, what else was he suppose to do after all the things he felt last night!

Anakin was usually good at shielding but last night, his bond had gone wide open for a while and… Force, Obi-Wan had not expected a wanking session of all things.

‘I shouldn’t have lingered, I should have put up my own shields when I realized what he was up to.’ Obi-Wan mused as Anakin sunk down at the table with a cup of coffee, grunting quietly. “Good morning padawan.” He greeted.

His tone of voice must have come off oddly because Anakin paused, the cup almost at his lips as he instead squinted at Obi-Wan. “…Morning master. Are you alright?” He rasped out, finally taking a hurried sip of hot caff.

Clearing his throat, Obi-Wan nodded. “Indeed. The princess just sent a morning message, that’s all.” He stated.

Instantly, Anakin sat up, narrowing his eyes as he glanced at Obi-Wan’s comm and Obi-Wan flustered as he felt a small whisper of protectiveness and possessiveness trickling through their bond.

Anakin did not like the prince and princess rather obvious interest and intention to Obi-Wan.

Not that Anakin had ever liked it when someone tried to make Obi-Wan a notch on their bedpost.

“What kind of message?” Anakin questioned, tone slightly clipped as he took another sip.

Pausing, swirling his tea a bit, Obi-Wan contemplated if he should tell the truth or not before shrugging as it wouldn’t do any good to lie to Anakin anyhow. “Well, she has a very lovely negligee in glimmersilk that I’d love to know where she got.” He stated dryly, watching Anakin over the rim of his cup.

Anakin stared at him in return before taking a deep breath through his nose. “Right, blocking her number once we leave the planet. Got it.” He growled out before standing and stomping over to the fruit bowl, aggressively starting to peel an orange.

Obi-Wan watched, trying not to feel too guilty about quietly ogling the sight of warm, tanned skin that practically shone in the light bright sun coming in the kitchen window.

It was a nice sight, Anakin’s muscles flexed and shifted beneath his skin and any scars only added to the sight.

It made Obi-Wan’s fingertips itch to touch, to caress and he tried, really tried not to feel like an awful pervert.

“Did you eat?” Anakin spoke, breaking Obi-Wan from his thoughts as he looked up at the others eyes instead. “Or are you just having tea this morning?” He questioned disapprovingly, coming over with the peeled orange.

“I’m not really all that hungry Anak-” Obi-Wan protested only to shut up when the other quickly popped an orange boat into his mouth.

Glaring up at his smug padawan, Obi-Wan chewed quickly. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you taught me that Master. So you’re going to eat something, anything before we leave the quarters.” Anakin stated imperiously, sniffing faintly while haughtily raising his chin.

Chewing, Obi-Wan let out an amused snort, setting his cup down so he could hold out his hand.

With a grin, Anakin dropped the rest of the orange in his hand and moved back to the fruit bowl as Obi-Wan slowly started to eat the orange boats.

Warmth was echoing through Obi-Wan, the feeling increasing with every boat as both he and Anakin quietly enjoyed a fruity breakfast, both of them stealing glances at each other every so often and smiling awkwardly when they were caught by the other.

In Lupine Copper, Dooku totally buys his grandkid Lupine friendly chocolate

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Chuckling to himself as he set the box down on the table, Qui-Gon stared down at the delivery box for several moments that the droids had delivered just moments ago and frankly, Qui-Gon wasn’t sure if he was amused or annoyed at his old master.

Because this had Yan written all over it, Qui-Gon knew that.

He was leaning towards amusement really, able to tell from the markings of the box exactly what was inside it.

However, he wasn’t going to open it to confirm it, as the package was from Obi-Wan and his padawan was currently in class.

Shaking his head, Qui-Gon decided to make a pot of tea and settle down with his poetry pad again, willing to wait for his padawan as it wouldn’t be more than two hours until the boy would be home for lunch.

With how some of the inhabitants of the temple was behaving to Obi-Wan, ingrained prejudices and all, Qui-Gon was rather relieved that Yan wasn’t prejudiced nor did he seem to be leery of Obi-Wan. If anything, Yan seemed fond of the boy already, going as far as helping him when he had his allergic reaction instead of leaving it to the teacher at the time.

Yan didn’t hate children or teens but he could be peculiar about them, wasn’t one for child care and could be awkward around them.

Not everyone liked children and he tried when he was around them.

So seeing him fond of Obi-Wan… yes, it left Qui-Gon feeling relieved.

It meant that if Qui-Gon needed help with Obi-Wan or if Qui-Gon was unavailable for his padawan, he could reach out to his grandmaster.

The list of people Qui-Gon trusted with Obi-Wan was rather short, mostly due to the prejudice but also because Qui-Gon knew that Tahl was bound to tell him the most humiliating stories from their own apprentice days.

He’d rather keep Obi-Wan’s respect for a few more years he’d happily admit and something told him that some of that respect would be lost when Obi-Wan learned about the time Qui-Gon had a fish between his buttocks after he, Micah and Tahl went skinny dipping in the gardens…

It felt like only seconds later that the door to the quarters finally slid open, Qui-Gon marking how far he had come into his pad as Obi-Wan called out a greeting. “Welcome home padawan. You got a gift.” He called back.

“Gift?” Obi-Wan bewildered voice came back, the thumps of his boots being put aside sounding. “From who?”

Setting his pad on the caff table, Qui-Gon peered over the back of the couch, watching Obi-Wan hang his robe up. “Come see for yourself.” He teased, watching the other cock his head.

He had to suppress his amusement at the sight, it never failed to remind himself of Obi-Wan’s canine form, the move exactly the same in both of his shapes.

Padding over, Obi-Wan blinked at the large box, turning it on the table to read. “From Master Dooku? Its from my grandmaster?” Obi-Wan blinked heavily and once more he cocked his head and Qui-Gon had to suppress the urge to coo, imagining the boy’s wolf ears cocked on his head.

But actually cooing would embarrass the boy, so Qui-Gon beat the urge down. “I have a guess to what it is, you should open it, so we know and can set it aside and then we can go eat.” Qui-Gon encouraged.

Shrugging, Obi-Wan pulled on the fastenings of the box and pulled the lid off, peering into it.

It took the boy a minute, just staring into the box.

And then he promptly turned bright red and hid his face in the box lid, squeaking out.

Peeking into the box, Qui-Gon chuckled quietly as his suspicions had been confirmed.

Yan had sent Obi-Wan a box of canine safe chocolate from what Qui-Gon knew was a fancy chocolatir in the senatorial district and on top of the bars and fancy creations of chocolate, was a black card with fancy, ostentatious golden letters.

‘Do try and not get sick again Obi-Wan. Enjoy the chocolate pup.’ It glimmered with Yan’s signature at the bottom in cursive.

‘I’m not sure if I should call you a worry wart or just spoiling him.’ Qui-Gon mused to himself as Obi-Wan continued squawking with his embarrassment.

Helix being taken care of by Obi-Wan for once?

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Groaning faintly at a touch to his forehead, Helix forced his eyes open despite how his head was throbbing to squint at the person touching him, letting out a low noise when he saw the General.

From what he could tell with his throbbing head, he was in one of the standard tents of the GAR and blissfully, it was dark in the room as his sore eyes took in the sight of his fellow redhead.

Dark and thankfully warm as Helix felt like all the warmth in his own body had been dragged out of his body and his core replaced with a block of ice.

Even his General’s normally cold hand felt warm to him, the calluses catching slightly against his own skin.

Sluggishly, his mind reminded him that he should say or do something since the General was there.

However before he could do much more than twitch, the Jedi placed his other hand on Helix shoulder, anticipating the action clearly. “Shhh, no, stay down Helix. You got severe cold from that unfortunate dip you and Waxer got into the lake.” Obi-Wan stated softly but even the softness of the others voice was like a scalpel being stuck into his head and Helix let out a low whine of pain, the medic closing his eyes.

The hand on his face however was lovely, gently stroking Helix hair, temple and forehead slowly, causing Helix to open his eyes again to look at the General.

Obi-Wan smiled at him. “Sawbone is taking care of the medtent while you’re sick, so don’t worry about there not being anyone to care for the injured.” Obi-Wan murmured, keeping one hand on Helix as he reached for something out of Helix view.

It half occurred to Helix that he must be in the General’s tent.

That caused him to shift, he couldn’t get his General sick!

But his body was aching for too much for him to really make much movement.

Was Waxer the same way?

Was hard to imagine the sunshine man doing anything but bouncing around with a grin on his fa-there was a straw against Helix’s lips and he automatically started sucking, a sweet, cool liquid spreading over his tongue.

Oh, oh that was lovely and Helix let out a low moan around the straw.

Obi-Wan smiled at him, holding the cup with the straw that was against his lips. “There we go, just drink. Sawbone said you’d need a lot of fluids to fight the cold.” The Jedi murmured.

Helix just continued drinking, his mind finally latching onto the oddity of the situation.

Why was the General of the 212th looking after the medic?

Not that Helix minded!

Honestly, if he was in a better condition, he’d feel flattered by the undivided attention being paid to him by the General frankly but as it was, he was just tired, achy and wanted a long nap and a cuddle from someone.

Preferably someone that smelled nice…

‘General smells nice.’ He noted dazedly, blinking up at him as the liquid finally ran out, the cup empty.

Obi-Wan set the cup aside and then reached down, pulling the blankets up around Helix and while that was nice, it removed the man’s hand from Helix forehead, something the medic mourned. “There we go. We’ll try some more fluids later, maybe broth. You’ll need some salt in your system too after all.” He stated warmly, smiling down at Helix.

‘Pretty smile.’ Helix thought to himself, wanting to reach up and pet the others fuzzy face.

He even managed to move his hands around a bit but gave up when that made everything feel ten times worse.

Why did his head hurt because he moved his hands!?

Giving up, still wondering why the General was taking care of him, Helix closed his eyes while sighing deeply, letting out a soft noise as he heard the tent flaps shift.

“How is he?” A low, familiar voice murmured. Cody, Helix’s mind supplied.

“Awake enough to drink on his own. I don’t think he even noticed the IV drip.” Obi-Wan stated to Helix confusion.

Oh, whatever, Helix was tired, his General was there and so was his vod.

So he was going to sleep, the comforting, low murmur of their voices washing over him.

In AWOL Jedi, how does Obi-Wan handle telling Anakin that Padme called? OR how does Anakin handle the call?

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Staring in stunned horror at the feathers scattering around them, drifting on the wind as it was, Anakin slowly turned his head to look at an equally horrified looking Obi-Wan. “…How?” He whispered, trying to ignore the stunned silence behind them.

“I-I have no idea.” Obi-Wan blinked heavily, the freckled man slowly reaching up to stroke his own beard.

“I just… launched the… how did, when did the bird… I mean…” Anakin stammered, looking around at what had once been a bird.

A bird Anakin had hit with the crop observatorius satellite he had been working on the last few days since he arrived on Vercopa, having been so proud to finally launch it and help in the feeding and care of the troopers and order and now he had exploded a bird all over the area.

‘Big bird.’ His brain pointed out morbidly as he stared at a wing laying about four meters away from him.

There was a snort behind them and both former and current Jedi wheeled around, staring as Fives dropped to the ground with a cackle, his arms wrapped around himself. “Fives!” Anakin cried out in dismay.

“First month back and he explodes a bird!” Fives cackled out, rolling on the ground and Anakin covered his face as a few more of the former 501st started snorting and cackling, trying to disguise the noise with coughs.

Rex rounded on Fives, even as Echo too fell over, his laugh muffled into his knees as he curled up as best he could and even as the captain tried to scold them, you could hear that the man was barely fighting his own laughter.

Groaning again, Anakin rubbed his face and smiled sheepishly at Obi-Wan when the other touched his elbow. “I… really have no idea how this happened.” He sighed. He was sure he cleared the field, sent the animals away with the loud noise to startle them.

Shrugging, Obi-Wan peered at the feathers. “We are still cataloging the flora and fauna of the planet, maybe this bird was camouflaging?” He theorized, squeezing Anakin’s elbow comfortingly. Then he looked up. “Thankfully, despite the avian sacrifice, it seems the satellite has made it to space.”

Tilting his head, Anakin squinted up into the blue sky before nodding. “Yeah, seems so, we’ll know in about half an hour when its properly in orbit if its still functioning though.” He sighed deeply, letting Obi-Wan pull him away.

They could both hear the troopers finally loosing it behind them when they thought Anakin and Obi-Wan was far enough away. “Least they got a laugh out of it.” Anakin mused dryly.

Snorting faintly, Obi-Wan nodded, giving Cody a little wave as the commander rushed by with Wooley and Longshot.

The commander waved back but didn’t stop, not that Anakin was surprised, he could feel Helix not far from them, most likely stalking Obi-Wan as usual. Thankfully, Kix wasn’t stalking him, the medic was busy with the twins, having offered up to babysit them.

It was nice, things were nice, getting into a routine and Anakin was just… grateful that he could come back, that the Jedi and troopers were allowing him to stay.

Even Windu, after glaring at him for a long moment, had eventually just sighed and gone ‘welcome back Skywalker, Try not to storm out of here. Now excuse me, I need to work with the bees.’ Before wandering away with Ponds.

‘Bees, what kind of bees would Master Windu be working with…’ Anakin mused curiously to himself, turning his head to ask Obi-Wan, only for the other to beat him to the punch.

“Senator Amidala called.” Obi-Wan stated in a light tone, his thumbs tucked into his belt with his hands curled lightly over the leather. It actually took Anakin a moment to realize what the other had said with how airy his tone was.

“She… did?” Anakin murmured, his hand automatically going to his belt in search of his missing comm link.

When and where he had lost it, he had no idea and he hadn’t had time to replace it yet, so learning that Padme had called…

“Mmmn, she wanted me to give you a message, to call her, most likely about the twins.” Obi-Wan noted, eyes aimed straight forward as he kept a tight hold on Anakin’s elbow.

If Anakin didn’t know better, it felt like Obi-Wan would rather Anakin didn’t talk to Padme. ‘…I’m imagining things.’ He shook his head, patting his best friend on the shoulder. “I see, well, I guess I should figure out what time it is on Coruscant and contact her. They are her children too even if I don’t trust her to look after them.” He sighed deeply, a throb of pain echoing through his very soul.

Obi-Wan let out a low, toneless hum, gripping Anakin’s elbow more tightly.

In Knitting Love, does Obi-Wan also know how to crotchet, or know anyone who does?

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Looking away from the socks he was working on, Obi-Wan cocked his brow. “Crocheting?” He blinked at Ahsoka.

Nodding happily, wiggling a bit on the seat, Ahsoka gave him a toothy smile. “Yeah, when I mentioned you liked to knit, Bariss asked if you knew how to crochet too.” She stated.

Humming, Obi-Wan shook his head. “No. Qui-Gon, my master, knew how to crochet but I never really learned. He showed me how to do it but its so long ago now…” He mused, glancing down at the socks he was knitting for Anakin.

It was coming along well, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan having been waiting for the other for the past two hours.

The council and healers had finally finished up with the drain anchor, Padme resting up in the halls and Anakin being with her and due to how antsy the other had been, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka had decided to go with him.

But they ended up sitting on some of the chair lining the hallway to give the love birds privacy, knowing how anxiety fueled and scared both of them had been over the separation, given how serious a Force drain could be.

It had seemed like a good time to get started on the socks Anakin had wanted and Ahsoka had for the better part of the two hours, just sat quietly watching or chatting with some of the apprentice healers walking by that she knew.

She was bound to get curious at some point he figured, but the question had been surprising.

Knitting the row out, Obi-Wan shifted and tucked the needles around until he could stuff the socks and needles into the yarn ball, settling it all in his lap and stretching. “Why are you asking, are you or Bariss interested in crocheting?” Obi-Wan smiled, cracking his fingers to get the stiffness out of them.

She visibly winced at the sound, glaring at the older human before shaking her head. “Not really, I was just curious since its so close to knitting. That’s all,” Ahsoka shrugged, her lekkus twitching. “Not sure about Bariss, I could ask her but since you don’t know how, it be kinda useless.” Ahsoka mused.

Chuckling faintly, Obi-Wan gave a slow nod too. “Indeed, though having a hobby is healthy Ahsoka. I’d advice looking for one if you don’t already have any. Many Jedi enjoy having a hobby that creates. Even Master Vos does.” He stated with a wink.

Pausing, squinting at Obi-Wan, Ahsoka warily glanced around. “I’m almost nervous to ask what kind.” She stated, her knee starting to bounce. One of her little tell tale nervous ticks really that Obi-Wan would have to help her suppress, it wouldn’t do for negotiations.

But her words weren’t that shocking and he chuckled. “Yes, Master Vos seems like he’d have quite the hobby but,” His smile turned mischievous, he knew Quinlan didn’t like to advertise his hobby. “To be honest, his hobby is to make sweets.” He whispered, watching Ahsoka’s blue eyes widen in shock, a squeak escaping her that had healers looking over at them.

Flushing a darker orange, Ahsoka squirmed, her leg bouncing even more furiously as she lowered her voice to a whisper. “Y-You’re joking? Quinlan Vos, rough and tumble adventuring, the rogue master that broke into a queen’s wine cellar and seduced both prince and princess before he left the planet makes sweets?” She questioned in a furious whisper, eyes wide with glee.

Grinning, Obi-Wan lifted a finger to his lips and winked. “Don’t tell anyone but indeed, he’s quite the chocolatier, makes lovely chocolate decorations and beautiful sugar confectioneries.”

Satisfied with wrecking Quinlan’s suave outside to show the hidden sweetness, pun not intended, Obi-Wan leaned back in his chair with a smirk as Ahsoka giggled furiously to herself, her hands coming up to muffle herself as Anakin finally stepped out of Padme’s hall room.

The blond human blinked at them. “…So… what did I miss now?” He questioned, brows raising as Ahsoka just broke out into slightly hysterical giggles from her delight.

Obi-Wan just smiled, shrugging innocently when Anakin looked to him.

“…Barmy, I swear I wasn’t like that as a teen.” Anakin mumbled, coming over to hoist Ahsoka to her feet, the smile on his face telling Obi-Wan that everything, just for now, was alright.

For once things were alright, if only for a little bit.

Maybe Ahsoka asks Bariss for some tips for dealing with Obi-Wan’s agoraphobic-like behaviors in Trauma Breaks All? Maybe they have Dex take-out in the 1000 fountain room?

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It had been Bariss idea.

Ahsoka wasn’t sure what she’d do without her friend and all her helpful suggestions but she was totally going to use her next stipend on some millaflower tea for her.

“If Master Kenobi finds himself nervous at the thought of leaving his quarters, then make it safe for him. Take him a place in the temple first that you know won’t upset him and make it safe. He’ll only recover if he starts slowly getting help but part of getting help is also getting comfortable leaving his quarters again.”

Bariss stern voice had repeated for Ahsoka and after a day of thinking about it, Ahsoka had an idea and she had shanghaied Skyguy into it.

Anakin in turn had gone out of his way to fetch both Cody and Rex, people that were on Coruscant that weren’t busy and Obi-Wan knew and trusted with the lives of Anakin and Ahsoka, lives he put as precious even when he didn’t care for his own.

And while he fetched them, Ahsoka called Dex.

Now, Dex didn’t technically do take-out, though there were people who’d order at his diner and take the food with them in prepared boxes Dex had stashed under the diner counter.

But for Obi-Wan?

Yeah, Dex personally came to the temple with said boxes, the large diner owner slipping past the clones easily when Ahsoka called out to him, letting the troopers know that Dex was invited compared to the journalist camping on the temple doorsteps.

Dex easily handed over a large bag of takeout, one of his large hands coming up and rubbing between the tips of Ahsoka’s montrals, a worried smile under his bushy mustache as he greeted her.

On the house the besalisk had insisted, waving both of his left arms as Ahsoka fumbled for her credit chip. “Just tell Obi-Wan I said hello. And tell him I hope he enjoys the cake.” Dex boomed before hurrying back down the stairs, needing to return to his busy diner as it occurred to Ahsoka that he must either have called in a favor from someone to watch over it or actually shut down his diner for a few hours to deliver the goods personally.

Obi-Wan had good friends, friends that were worried.

Finally, things were ready.

She had picked out the Naboo garden, laid out a blanket, got the takeouts out and then sat down to wait, wiggling slightly on the blanket as she waited.

It felt like forever until she finally saw them.

Anakin in the lead, holding Obi-Wan’s hand with Rex and Cody following up the back. Obi-Wan was actually presentable, his hair had been combed back and while he wasn’t wearing the full Jedi apparel that he usually did, he was still wearing clean leggings, a sleeveless black shirt with a high neck and a sash around his waist with his belt and lightsaber hanging on.

He didn’t look too certain though, brows furrowed as he clung to Anakin’s hand, often glancing behind him at the two troopers before looking back to his former padawan, but when he saw her, his face lit up with surprise.

And when he saw the takeout containers…

His face transformed, the furrow falling away as a soft, surprised smile instead took its place as he was lead through the tallish grass until the four human males were standing at the edge of the large blue and white blanket.

“Ahsoka, what is…” Obi-Wan started, looking down at her with light bafflement and quiet delight in his eyes.

That look, even just the smallest glimmer of happiness, was enough to make Ahsoka’s work all worth it. So she beamed up at him. “I figured since we were in the temple, we could have a picnic, my clan had them all the time in the creche,” She chirped, pulling over the basket with drinks in it to pull out the thermos of tea. “I missed it.” Ahsoka shrugged, her lekkus twitching.

It wasn’t a total lie but she also knew that she was emotionally manipulating her grandmaster at the same time, pulling the childhood card as she was.

But Obi-Wan didn’t seem to realize that as his face softened even more, the man slowly settling down on the blanket, kneeling as he accepted a mug of tea from her, sniffing at the content.

Considering the first time she brewed tea for him, she managed to somehow turn it into an acidic experience, she didn’t blame him and she beamed when he took a big sip of the tea.

Anakin in the meantime flopped down on the blanket without a care, laughing as he laid on his stomach, taking up almost half the space by himself. “And you even conned Dex into giving you food. I swear Snips, you get snippier every day.” He remarked, playing along with the ‘spur of the moment’ picnic.

“So this is Dex diner food?” Cody questioned as he settled down beside Obi-Wan, settling in lotus position with Rex dropping down beside Anakin, an equally curious expression as Cody as they peered at the containers.

Obi-Wan visibly perked up at that, grabbing one of the containers while setting his mug down. “Yes, I meant to take you there but… well this is just as well, this is one of my favorite dishes actually.” Obi-Wan remarked, shifting closer to Cody while popping the lid off.

Ahsoka absently noted Rex resting a hand on Skyguy’s back but her focus was trapped on Obi-Wan, watching how content he looked to be showing Cody the food he liked, a spicy but sweet noodle dish with chicken and vegetables in it.

He was smiling and that made something inside of Ahsoka ache with joy and pride that her plan was working out.

Because Obi-Wan wasn’t looking around like a scared tooka or sitting quietly. He was engaging, smiling, eating and when one of the many temple tookas came over and Obi-Wan feed it a piece of chicken with a wide smile, Ahsoka knew it was a success.

Ahsoka was totally going to buy Bariss two bags of millaflower tea.

In Knittinglove, how does Obi-Wan and his fellow knitters react to sales on any knitting supplies? Do they go in with thought out lists of what to get, or do they go more of take everything they can carry? Do any of his friends also know how to knit? I hope and pray that you are able to stay safe.

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Humming to himself as he looked about the shop, Obi-Wan ignored Anakin juggling with four balls of yarns as Ahsoka goaded him into trying to juggle even more of them. Why the two had decided to come, he would never know but as long as they didn’t make a mess or annoy the other patrons, Obi-Wan was happy to leave them be.

Especially when Waxer looked so happy, stuffing yarn and needles into the two shopping baskets a suffering Boil had been convinced via puppy eyes to carry for the other.

So yeah, as long as Anakin and Ahsoka didn’t get them kicked out, Obi-Wan was fine with them juggling yarn.

And honestly, getting all three of them out of the temple was the rest of the Jedi council continued to help Padme was good for their soul, especially since Anakin had stopped checking his comm link every two minutes thanks to Ahsoka.

But if they got them kicked out of Obi-Wan’s favorite knitting shop’s yearly sale, then woo be them, Obi-Wan would have them both stand in the corner of their quarters and think about what they’d done!

“Sir, what about these?” Cody’s smooth voice cut into his thoughts and Obi-Wan turned quickly, blinking at his commander before perking up at the yarn ball the man was holding.

It was a fuzzy brand of yarn, starting at a mellow yellow color, going to deep orange, switching to a soft shade of green and ending on a cornflower blue and taking it from Cody revealed it to be a soft fur like texture.

It would make the warmest of socks for sure and a glance revealed an entire bin of the same kind much to Obi-Wan’s delight. He’d be able to knit so many socks out of that many skins of yarn.

Novelty yarns weren’t always popular, some beginners could find it difficult to work with yarn that wasn’t standard and sometimes novelty yarn made for bad products.

With these though, it could be the choice of color that had them scorned by the majority of the knitters that visited the store and it was clear the store just wanted to get rid of them at this point, to make space for another product.

Quickly, Obi-Wan started to fill the basket Cody had offered to carry for him before cursing quietly as he took notice that he wouldn’t have enough space for all of them. “I nee-”

“I’m going to go get a cart sir,” Cody stated, a small smirk on his lips, oozing with amusement. “Just wait here.” He settled on, heading back to the door of the store to get a hovercart.

‘…I refuse to be embarrassed.’ Obi-Wan sniffed faintly, eyeing the yarn covetously.

Considering he once came home with a young Anakin, Bant, Garen, Reeft and Quinlan carrying bags of yarn for him on one of these half priced sale, Cody fetching a cart for him to get this entire bin was nothing.

Of course, that did mean that he’d have to spend less of this month stipend on tea and no Alderaani whiskey but oh well, certain sacrifices were worth it.

Which was was why, when Cody returned, Obi-Wan filled the entire cart without remorse, keeping eye contact with the amused Cody as the man leaned over the handle of the cart. “If you’re nice, you get a pair of socks to go with your scarf.” Obi-Wan stated warningly, snorting when Cody mimicked zipping his lips shut.

Didn’t stop the commander from smirking at him as Obi-Wan continued yarn searching.

“Hey Obi-Wan,” Anakin, who finally had stopped juggling, sidled up to him, glancing at the shopping cart before staring hopefully at the older man. “Could you knit me a pair of socks with this?” He held up a ball of yarn, the shade an off kind of baby blue.

Cocking his brow, Obi-Wan took the yarn from his padawan. “I could, yes, but as far as I know, you got a lot of so-wait, is this glow in the dark yarn?” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly.

Flushing, Anakin shifted. “I just… if I have to get up late at night, it might be nice… you know so I don’t hit my toes on any corners.” The blond mumbled.

Softening, Obi-Wan reached out and nodded. “I’ll need more wool than one ball, two at the minimum, three to make sure.” He murmured, watching Anakin perk up and quickly grab the yarn from him to hurry back to the shelves.

“…He wants glow in the dark socks to use when he changes the ik’aad diapers and takes care of them, doesn’t he?” Cody murmured quietly, huffing softly Obi-Wan nodded. For a few seconds, neither said anything. “You know Senator Amidala is going to be fine, right?” Cody tacked on, hand hesitantly touching Obi-Wan’s elbow.

Breathing out heavily, Obi-Wan nodded again, turning his head to give the commander a small smile. “Yes. I just can’t help but worry for Anakin’s sake. But I trust the healers and the council.” He stated softly, leaning into the touch.

Cody squeezed gently and didn’t let go, his support meaning the world to Obi-Wan.

In tomeyoubelong, does Kebii’tra mean anything in Mandoa?

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Resisting the urge to rub his face tiredly, Vader continued staring at the viewport of the bridge of the Fist as the troopers and Imperial officers worked around him, his arms crossed over his chest and his helmet hid his actual facial expression.

They were practically scurrying, seemingly sensing that Vader was in an uneasy mood and therefore trying to keep as quiet and unobtrusively as possible.

Not that the young Sith lord would have noticed them much at all, too busy thinking about the omega hiding away in his quarters ‘Kebii’tra… seriously master, you named yourself ‘Sky’,’ He signed internally as outwardly, he simply tapped his mech fingers on his upper arm. ‘Should I feel grateful that you didn’t just outright name yourself Skywalker at this point?’ He wondered.

He had never taken Obi-Wan for a sentimental fool.

But honestly, at this point he was wondering if Anakin Skywalker had known his master as well as he thought.

Clearly Obi-Wan was more sentimental and fond of the people in his life than Vader had ever thought, to the point he’d keep onto something as meaningless as a last name.

‘Ah… but didn’t your mother name you Skywalker for a reason?’ A sneering voice whispered in the back of Vader’s mind and he desperately snarled back at it.

He didn’t want to think about that. He’d spent a year not thinking about it and he wasn’t about to think about it no-

A muted gasp had him turning around, a soft growl escaping him as he saw Obi-Wan standing there in the open door of the bridge. “What are you doing here?” He stated darkly, the modulator changing his voice.

Obi-Wan raised his chin, ignoring all the troopers and Imperial’s discreetly watching him, taking in every inch of the omega from the borrowed black pj’s to the sunburn on his pale and freckled skin. “I was hungry.” He stated shortly, glaring around distrustfully.

The words almost startled Vader, not that it was obvious to anyone else. Or rather the accent startled him, because instead of the crisp Coruscantian he expected, a slight slur came from him instead.

A fake accent?

Of course, everyone else seemed to expect Vader to do… something.

He could feel the anticipation and fear in the Force and that confu-oh hell.

Obi-Wan had been short with him, Vader had choked people for less, his anger getting the better of him often, especially with all the alpha pheromones on the bridge.

It almost made him want to growl as he made his way over to Obi-Wan instead. “You could have summoned a droid to ask for lunch Ben.” He pointed out calmly, blinking under his helmet when Obi-Wan colored, the lack of beard exposing how dark the color got.

Hell, he had never seen that before, even as a knight, Obi-Wan grew his beard as quickly as he could, Vader could only faintly remember how the other looked without it and was rather certain Obi-Wan had never blushed when Anakin Skywalker was his padawan.

Seeing it now…

It was cute.

‘And…’ Glancing around without turning his head too much. ‘Our ploy seems to have worked. No one seems to be able to tell that ‘Ben’ is Obi-Wan.’ Vader noted with heavy satisfaction only to have his focus snap back on the redhead when he answered.

“I tried, it wouldn’t listen to me.” Obi-Wan mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“…It wouldn’t listen to you?” Vader growled faintly, growling louder when Obi-Wan’s stomach gave a loud growl of its own.

Obi-Wan wasn’t just hungry, he was starved clearly if his stomach was yelling out.

Reaching out, Vader manhandled the other, turning Obi-Wan and pushing him forward. “I’ll deal with it, what do you want?” He snapped out, ignoring the silence of the bridge and the shock in the Force.

He had an omega to feed and therefore he was ignoring how tense Obi-Wan was under his grasp, they were still working on the trust and honestly, being stuck in the small quarters weren’t good for building said trust.

“You’ll… fix the droid?” Obi-Wan questioned a tad more quietly, breathing out in relief when Vader nodded sharply. “Alright, but for now… anything would do.” He muttered quietly, relaxing slightly under the grasp.

‘…Alderaani chicken and butter steamed vegetables.’ Anakin Skywalker memories supplied the image of Obi-Wan’s smiling face as he enjoyed said dish and Vader moved closer to his former master. “Twenty minutes, I’ll have it sorted.” He promised quietly, leading Obi-Wan back to his quarters on the Fist.

I’m curious, in Uncertain Beginnings does Jango go to check on Obi-Wan? And if so, how does he feel when he finds Obi actually resting?

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Grumbling to himself as he stormed through the sterile and brightly lit hall, Jango almost wished he came across one of the damn kamino’s so he could get an excuse to punch someone. Or maybe one of the trainers that were obvious in their disdain of him.

Anything to distract himself from the pulsing anger in his stomach.

But if that anger went out, he knew his concern would be taking over and he didn’t want that either so maybe it was good that he didn’t meet anyone as he made his way to the damn Jedi’s room.

The reason for his anger and also for his path?

A certain Jedi that was suppose to show up to lessons with the clones and hadn’t shown hide nor hair!

That pissed Jango off, yes, that was the only reason he was storming to Obi-Wan’s quarters because it was obvious to him that the di’kut jetiise had stuck his nose into his work again and fully forgotten the time again.

Which meant that once more, Obi-Wan would have forgotten to eat and drink Jango bet bitterly, stomping in front of the door to glare at the name tag on it.

‘None of my parents thought spanking did much to raise children but I swear, I am this close to pulling that di’kut over my lap and…’ Jango let out a hissed breath between his teeth and then sighed, rolling his shoulders before letting himself into the rooms of one Obi-Wan Kenobi.

It was brightly lit, as usual outside of night and smelled of tea.

The smell had seemed to sink into every surface it could and for some reason, smelling it brought a sense of calm to Jango as he looked to the couch, expecting to see the top of a red head.

But… he didn’t.

The caff table was covered in pads true enough and as he stepped closer, he noticed to his surprise an empty tea cup and a plate with only crumbs left on it and a bit of green vegetable that might have been a pepper at once.

Obi-Wan had eaten.

But where was the Jedi?

Glancing about confusedly as he stepped closer, Jango tensed as he heard a soft exhalation, his eyes dropping down only for his jaw to drop too.

Because now that he was close enough, he could look over the back of the sterile, white couch, staring down at Obi-Wan curled up on the couch, wrapped up in several blankets with a pillow under his head.

Not only had Obi-Wan eaten but he was also taking a nap.

Obi-Wan was taking care of himself and Jango closed his mouth as he slowly made his way around the couch and to walk between it and the caff table, kneeling down to look at the resting Jedi.

Pale as he was and with the dark rings around his eyes, Obi-Wan looked so much better asleep than he had done awake and Jango felt his anger and concern drain away to be replaced with relief as he stared at the sleep soft features of the Jedi.

If he was honest, Obi-Wan looked soft in his sleep, his mouth slightly open so air could puff out between his pale pink, chapped lips. His hair was springy, a sign of a shower as it was clean and Jango felt the urge to touch it.

He kept that urge back, knowing that it would wake the other.

Obi-Wan was a trained warrior after all, for all that he was laying pliant on the couch.

Glancing over him, Jango took in the sight of metal fingertips sticking slightly out of the blankets Obi-Wan had wrapped himself in and carefully, he tugged one of the blanket to cover them up while also tugging it up over the others shoulder to make sure he was warm. He knew that Obi-Wan didn’t like people staring after all and should anyone else come looking for him…

Well, Jango knew Obi-Wan didn’t like people staring.

Looking back at the others face, the bounty hunter couldn’t help but smile a bit, almost bitterly.

The sole survivor of Galidraan, a man that had torn apart Jedi with his bare hands and had spent years in slavery thanks to the Jedi putting their noses where they didn’t belong… and yet here he was, feeling relief that a Jedi was sleeping and eating.

It was almost incomprehensible and yet here Jango was, staring at a sleeping Jedi, tugging the blanket to cover him for his comfort.

‘And here I am calling you a di’kut when I’m one too…’ Jango sighed to himself before standing quietly, staring down at Obi-Wan. ‘I’ll tell everyone you’re unavailable for the day, the clones will understand you need the sleep.’ He decided, his fingers twitching to touch the others hair even as he resisted it.

Jango wished he could say it was easy to leave behind the sleeping, oblivious Jedi.

‘Damn my emotions to Sith hells.’

Hello!!!! I really love your short stores and was wondering if you could do an Obi-wan and Qui-gon store. Just one where Obi-wan is sleep-deprived and Qui-gon tries a bunch of different ways to help Obi-wan sleep. Ending with a bunch of cuddles and hugs because I love the Father!Qui and Son!Obi bonds :D

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Eyeing his young padawan thoughtfully, Qui-Gon felt a dark frown cross his face.

Lately, Obi-Wan had been unable to sleep, a mix of anxieties and the Force sending visions and while Obi-Wan had come far in managing his visions… this time it was too much.

And it was starting to show.

The boy had taken to falling asleep in his lessons now and then, having to be prompted awake and thankfully his teachers were understanding about it when Qui-Gon explained the reasons for it.

But it was still not something that should be happening and in the beginning, Qui-Gon had increased their shared meditation, hoping that by meditating with him, Obi-Wan would be soothed by Qui-Gon’s natural inclination towards the living Force.

And it had helped!

In the beginning at least.

But then the visions had come back with a vengeance by not simply making sleep harder for Obi-Wan to obtain but impossible, leaving the boy an insomniac several times a week.

So Qui-Gon, to his own horror and despair, had cut back on the amount of tea they were allowed and also cut them off drinking it after seven pm.

Obi-Wan hadn’t done much more than whine a bit, since his master was suffering caffeine and tea withdrawal with him since they both preferred sapir and instead sulked at the table as he drank juice instead.

It hadn’t helped, it wasn’t the caffeine, though they had managed to find a herbal blend that was suppose to encourage sleep.

Qui-Gon had the best sleep in years if he was honest but considering how much Obi-Wan was suffering, he wasn’t about to admit that.

His next step, and that one Obi-Wan had really complained about, was to cut back on Obi-Wan’s sugar intake. The boy had been scandalized when Qui-Gon forbid the normal cookies he had with their late tea.

And Qui-Gon had suffered quite the pouting and doe eyed looks for that decision, made even worse by the fact that it didn’t help.

Obi-Wan had even gone through noise canceling headphones and white noise machine without any result, the boy saying that the headphones had just made his thoughts even louder in the silence and the vision more vibrant. And the white noise machine had apparently been confusing for his mind, his brain constantly reminding him that the noises, all the noises, were wrong for Coruscant.

Qui-Gon had by now gone through almost every trick in the book to aid someone sleep, even going so far as asking the healers for a natural sleeping aid for baseline humans, giving Obi-Wan a low level dose melatonin pill an hour before bed.

Not even that had helped Obi-Wan and by this point Qui-Gon was almost willing to ask for the proper sleeping medication the healers had locked up among medical cabinets.

Because the lack of sleep was getting to the boy.

Obi-Wan had gone from a vibrant, happy teen, flushed with excitement and youth as he eagerly tackled whatever life threw at him to… this.

The Obi-Wan who was slumped over his homework, his movements sluggish as his skin had gone a parchment like pale color, even his freckles seemed like they had lost color!

And his eyes were constantly glazed, as if his focus were far away despite the boy being present along with the dark bags under his eyes making him seem like Qui-Gon had hit him during sparring and bruised him.

The lack of sleep was kicking into other aspects of Obi-Wan’s health too, the boy’s appetite decreasing more and more by the day.

If this carried on…

Qui-Gon would have no choice but to have the healers put Obi-Wan on sleeping pills.

But he had one last trick, one last attempt and if that didn’t work…

“Obi-Wan,” He called out, waiting for the sluggish boy to look up and blink at him. “Come here padawan.”  Qui-Gon patted the couch beside him, pulling the weighted blanket off the back of the couch that he had gone to the quartermaster for earlier that day.

It was a sign of how tired he was when Obi-Wan didn’t even put up a token fight on leaving his homework behind. He simply got to his feet and shuffled over, sitting down heavily.

He let out a soft noise as Qui-Gon manhandled him, shifting them both around until they were both laying on the couch, Qui-Gon half sitting against the arm of the couch with Obi-Wan laying between his legs, half propped up against Qui-Gon’s chest.

That done, Qui-Gon spread the weighed blanket around them, tucking it around Obi-Wan’s shoulders until the boy was covered up properly. “Master, what are…” Obi-Wan mumbled, blinking blearily into the folds of Qui-Gon’s tunic.

“You’re going to sleep, that’s what padawan and I’m going to make sure that you do indeed sleep.” Qui-Gon rumbled, keeping his voice soft and low as he settled one hand on Obi-Wan’s blanket covered back and the other in the boy’s hair.

Slowly he rubbed in uneven circles as he cuddled the boy to him, feeling Obi-Wan confused, bleary Force aura turn to focus on the touches instead of how tired he must be.

As if in molasses, Obi-Wan focus started to drift, becoming heavy against Qui-Gon’s large, warm body as the man continued taking slow and steady breaths through his nose. He knew the boy was more than likely listening to his heart and was doing a concentrated effort on his heart rate remaining steady.

And to his delight, Obi-Wan did fall asleep against him.

Now the trick was going to be keeping him asleep and Qui-Gon settled in for what was going to be a long and potentially uncomfortable night. ‘But… for others we do make certain sacrifices.’ He glanced down, smiling slightly at his sleeping padawan.