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Hi there! Hope your quarantine is going ok 🥰. I just binge read Sweethoney, and I was wondering if you could write more? Anything you want

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Having a mate could be hard sometimes, after all, you were two different people and had different opinions as Jango and Obi-Wan had already experienced.

They had their share of fights and compromises and boundaries had to be put into effect all the time.

Jango had to know when he had to step back and let his mate be a Jedi and Obi-Wan had to know when to step back and let Jango be a bounty hunter. And both had to understand that they couldn’t step on each others toes when it came to their respective ‘children’ so to speak. Anakin wasn’t a child anymore but it still applied to him just as it did to Boba.

That could cause friction of course, with both Obi-Wan and Jango being strong willed and opinionated people.

It wasn’t easy to make such a relationship between such people work always.

However, it could also be beautiful to have a mate like that.

Cracking open the can of beer he had been given, Jango glanced up at his mate uncertainly. “Are you sure you’re fine with me drinking?” He questioned seriously.

They had this discussion before, when Obi-Wan first became his mate.

The only stipulation Obi-Wan had back then was that they weren’t to become drunk in front of Boba and frankly, that was something Jango agreed with.

He didn’t want Boba to see him acting peculiar or see his father drop dead drunk. He wanted his pup to have a good role model for drinking and only occasionally had something to drink, maybe a glass of wine with dinner or a bottle of ale.

The occasional whiskey for a celebratory purpose.

And if he was honest, he wanted to support his mate too, he knew that Obi-Wan enjoyed a fine vintage and the occasional drink too. But pregnancy didn’t allow for that, a fetus didn’t ask for the amount of alcohol.

It could take damage from one drink, never mind several. So yes, Jango had wanted to support the other and had intended to go on the wagon so to speak, not drinking as long as Obi-Wan was carrying.

So, Obi-Wan handing him a cold one out of nowhere was a surprise even if Jango appreciated it.

It was especially surprising since Boba was right there, furiously working on his homework that his teachers had given him as he sat on the floor with the work on the caff table, a book propped up against a pitcher of peach tea Obi-Wan had made for the boy.

Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan carefully sat down against him on the squishy leather couch. “Jango, if I wasn’t fine with you drinking some alcohol, I wouldn’t get one for you.” He stated solemnly, nuzzling into the mandalorian’s shoulder with a small smile.

Sipping, Jango eyed him before humming slightly and settling back against the couch, sliding his arm around the others shoulders. Instantly, Obi-Wan made himself comfortable against Jango’s chest with a content little huff, rubbing his cheek to Jango’s collarbone.

Taking another sip, Jango noted that the can was condensing against the heat of his hand. ‘Can’t put it on the table without a coaster, would ruin the wood.’ He inwardly sighed. He’d hate to leave behind water damage on Obi-Wan’s nice, polished dark wood table.

Not that he was going to complain.

Hell, he had a cold beer in hand, brought to him by a mate that was being cuddly and was relaxing with said mate all but clinging to him.

And then Obi-Wan all but climbed into his lap, throwing his legs up over Jango’s knee to press into his side and chest even more.

Chuckling softly, Jango rubbed his cheek against the top of the others head. “Cuddly mate.” He whispered fondly, ignoring Boba rolling his eyes at them as he turned the page of his pad book.

“Mhmm, I am. So give me all the cuddles and I might give you a back rub before bed.” Obi-Wan teased playfully.

Having a mate could be beautiful and Jango wouldn’t trade his life for anything.

FoxTiddies- Can we get more obiwan and Anakin in their own versions of Ahsoka’s outfits? Just, all the clones bluescreening at the sight of hot generals in the outfits. (Possessive dominant clones with their generals 😏) and fox totally smug at his brothers, especially Cody, cause he tapped that bubble butt

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Raising his brow as Obi-Wan smiled coyly at him, Fox glanced to his left as General Skywalker continued yelling at his astromech while Commander Tano was having a ball, holding her stomach as she laughed.

She looked close to tears from how hard she was laughing and Fox almost wished he knew binary just so he knew what the little rude fucker was saying, considering Skywalker was getting redder and redder from the sight.

But what was more interesting was the fact that General Skywalker was now also wearing his own version of Tano’s clothes, only his shirt was pure black and his leggings were charcoal gray with his belt in brown being the only thing breaking the dark colors and just like the other two Jedi, the clothes fit him like a second skin.

And to be fair, he looked quite fetching, the diamond patterns showing off nicely tanned skin.

But Fox was quite taken already and from the way Obi-Wan was preening, it was clear Obi-Wan could feel where Fox attention laid.

Not that Fox could blame his cute cyare, because so far every trooper around, especially Rex, seemed to be tripping over their own feet at the sight of the blond haired General’s diamond framed flashes of skin.

Maybe especially the large expanse of tanned skin that was Skywalker’s back got attention. ‘But that could be the scar…’ Fox mused to himself.

Skywalker had a large, almost whiteish scar with tiny vine like markings around it, stretching horizontally from his left shoulder, down his back and disappearing under the fabric near his right side and after the whole debacle on Kadavo, all the GAR clones knew what that was.

A electro whip scar.

With permission, Rex had allowed his scars to be posted to the medical board of the GAR, to be able to recognize and treat them, and the small vines on the sides were the tell that this was a electro whip as the electricity caused widespread damage.

Ah, who was he kidding, they were falling over themselves cause they wanted Skywalker. Fox however already had a Jedi and he smiled at Obi-Wan. “So, how long are you guys going to be gone?” He questioned quietly, ignoring Rex walking into a stack of crates.

And Cody glaring at him from the left.

“About two months, will you be alright?” Obi-Wan returned, relaxing as Fox focus was on him and him alone.

Huh, who knew that the Negotiator himself could be self conscious about relationships or his own looks.

A part of Fox was whispering that Obi-Wan was like that because of how much he cared for Fox but he quickly waved that away.

Honestly, he was a clone, Obi-Wan might see a difference in all of them and recognized them as people but they were still replaceable. And Fox was under no illusions that Obi-Wan wouldn’t figure that out and find himself a nat born soon enough.

Which was why he was going to enjoy the Jedi’s attention for as long as it lasted and was cursing the fact that they weren’t in private.

Because right here, on the landing platform as everyone were preparing, fussing about and the journalists not that far away peeping on them, Fox could only hold his helmet under his right arm to show the other his face and could not lean in to kiss Obi-Wan like he wanted.

What he wouldn’t do to be able to kiss Obi-Wan goodbye properly…

He didn’t voice those complaints however and instead just smirked faintly at his fellow redhead. “Oh, I’ll miss someone holding my bed warm but I got some nice holos to keep me occupied until you get back.” He stated quietly, winking to the Jedi to remind him of their last little romp with the cam.

Delightfully, Obi-Wan flushed, the color spreading over the top of his cheeks, ears, down his neck and down his collarbone and Fox could even spot the redness reaching the little open boob window.

“I can’t tell if you’re embarrassed or shy sweet one, but the color looks good on you.” He continued whispering.

Snorting, Obi-Wan reached out and whacked Fox on the chest plate. “Shut up.” He murmured and Fox ears must be decieving him because the Jedi sounded almost fond.

‘Getting over yourself Fox. Clone, you’re a clone. Literally a billion others around with a face like you.’ He reminded himself sternly even as he raised his left arm, clasping Obi-Wan’s elbow as the other replicated the gesture. “Safe travels sir,” He stated before lowering his voice. “Olaror norac morut’yc.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes turned soft, curving with his smile as they glittered at him. “Force be with you, Al’verde Fox.” He returned, voice smooth and warm as Fox faintly felt the other squeeze his elbow through the armor.

And little moons, Fox wanted to remain in this moment forever, so what if Skywalker was yelling at his astromech, barely heard over the ruckus of the ships getting ready to depart, so what if Cody was glaring at him as if he wanted to kill him.

If he could only stay in Obi-Wan’s gaze like this, feeling as if he was the most important person in the galaxy, the Fox was willing to put up with anything.

Even Thorn over by the crates, clearly taking pict-wait, what?

Zeroing in on his batchmate, Fox eyes widened before narrowing, especially when Obi-Wan let out an amused little snigger when he noticed Thorn and the osik’ika gave them a jaunty wave and then started to run away.

Oh, Fox was going to get Thorn, hall duty forever.

Can we see more Trauma breaks all? More hugs for Obi, please, because boy needs one

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When Ahsoka had been assigned to Skyguy, she hadn’t known what to expect.

She had known that Yoda was honestly tricking the two Jedi, that Master Obi-Wan had been the one that expected to gain a padawan and Anakin hadn’t been prepared at all. She knew that things weren’t going to be easy.

But they had figured it out, found a rhythm and she had come to adore both of her masters.

Even if it was unofficial, everyone knew that Obi-Wan was her master almost as much as Anakin was.

And while in the start she had wondered if she’d ever get as close to her masters as Skyguy and master Obi-Wan was…

Well, she had never wished it as much as now as she watched master Obi-Wan slowly make himself a cup of tea, his entire demeanor seeming fatigued and overburdened, as if he had finally hit some invisible wall and could no longer pick himself up. ‘Or maybe… maybe its that he’s not hiding it anymore.’ Ahsoka’s mind piped up.

Both thoughts were depressing and Ahsoka wished she could do something, anything.

Anything but watching her grandmaster standing in the kitchen in his pj’s alone, his hair clearly bed ruffled and his hands shaking despite it being two pm, looking like he had just woken up and was only now getting out of bed.

She knew why of course. Anakin had spoken with her on the list of symptoms Obi-Wan had and she could recognize some of it from her classes.

He had depression at the very least and PTSD and it wouldn’t shock her if he also had anxiety and maybe even a touch of agoraphobia, seeing as Obi-Wan looked nervous anytime anyone spoke about leaving the quarters and even the temple at all.

The latter had actually been Barris who suggested, Ahsoka choosing to vent a bit to her friend on her own worries about master Obi-Wan.

And if Ahsoka was to speak bluntly, it wouldn’t shock her if he was worried about going outside of the temple, considering the war was outside of the temple. He would have to leave it to come face to face with it.

If he stayed in his quarters, then he could… well not ignore it but he wouldn’t have to be face to face with it.

Ahsoka understood that, even as it made her worried about him.

What could she do to help him though?

She wanted to help, but she was just… wait…

Blinking, a thought struck Ahsoka and before she could think too deeply about it, she crossed the floor quickly until she was beside the other, watching him pull his tea infuser out of the cup to place in the sink.

He jumped a bit when he noticed her beside him. “Ahsoka?” He murmured, a tad confused as he glanced to the couch. Obi-Wan hadn’t noticed her come over, clearly focused on his task. “Is there somethi-” Obi-Wan’s words cut off as she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her head to his shoulder.

He was stiff in her arms, and she wondered if she had made a mistake, panic growing only to breath out when he suddenly went lax, turning slightly in her grasp to hug her in return. “Just… thought you needed a hug master Obi-Wan.” Ahsoka whispered, deciding to be honest. “You just looked like you could do with a hug.” She peered up at him, noting that she didn’t have to look up as far as she had when she first became a padawan.

To her relief, Obi-Wan’s eyes turned from confused and worn to something softer and even better, a genuine if tiny smile crossed his face. “That so… well then, thank you Ahsoka. A hug is very nice, especially from you, dearest ‘Soka.” He murmured.

Ducking her head and hiding her face against his shoulder, Ahsoka made a low, relieved noise, clinging to the human.

She didn’t think hugs could save him or heal him, but maybe they could help him?

She hoped so.

She really did want to help her grandmaster so if this was all she could do, then she’d hug him every day as long as he wanted it.

Ahsoka would help him get better if it was the last thing she did in this galaxy.

Hey! I am absolutely in love with your writing and I discovered «Hoarder Seer» and it is sooooo good! *-* I am so happy Obi-Wan and his children are alive! Any chance we get to see what happens next? Like maybe him recovering from the attack and Cody by his side helping him get back on his feet?

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Leaning against the wall, Cody let out a soft hum. “Are you sure you’re alright cyare?” He questioned quietly as he peered around the doorway and into the open fresher.

Letting out a low chuckle of amusement, Obi-Wan sent the other a small smile as he sat on the toilet, the position easier for him due to the pelvic pain he was having than to stand and pee. “Yes Cody, if I need help, I’ll ask you but I am as good as done.” He stated fondly, chuckling more when Cody’s ears turned red and he went back to staring at the door to his room.

Since Obi-Wan was still so weak after the explosion, Cody hadn’t felt comfortable with him going to the fresher with the door closed, just in case he fell over or overbalanced in his weakened condition.

But a the same time, he also didn’t want anyone seeing Obi-Wan in his current position, which lead to this compromise of Cody guarding the doors.

Honestly, Obi-Wan half wanted Qui-Gon to come through the door and see how Cody reacted to the older master or maybe even a nurse, cause frankly?

Cody’s reaction would be hilarious.

‘Not that people could see much except for my legs, seeing as I just pulled up my medical gown and my underwear is on my knees.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself, shaking himself before awkwardly getting to his feet by gripping the sink beside the toilet, the heavy swell of his belly making things hard as usual.

Not that he was about to complain but honestly, at this point he’d welcome the kids for the sole reason that moving around would be easier.

Hearing him move around, Cody instantly turned to him, awkwardly twisting his hands together as he stared at Obi-Wan.

Blinking back, Obi-Wan struggled to pull his underwear up before letting out a huff and giving the other an imploring stare. “Cody… could you help me?” Obi-Wan sighed, blinking again when relief echoed in Cody’s eyes.

‘Oh… he wanted to help.’ Obi-Wan flushed a bit as Cody stepped in and pulled up Obi-Wan’s underwear, carefully pulling it up around the swell as he ignored the blaster strapped to Obi-Wan’s inner thigh, offering his arm after with a small smile, eager to get Obi-Wan back to bed.

That just made Obi-Wan smile as he shuffled around the sink instead. “Wash my hands first and then you can help me back to bed love.” He stated calmly, trying not to giggle when Cody made a slightly embarrassed noise of realization.

“Right, hand wash… sorry.” Cody laughed slightly, watching Obi-Wan with a soft, endearing look on his face, his image reflected in the mirror.

It made Obi-Wan’s heart thump with softness as he washed his hands on auto while watching Cody’s face, the softness of the others eyes and the love obvious in his smile. Sometimes he wondered if he deserved it, other times he could just feel happy that he had somehow gained it.

Finally, done in the fresher, he let Cody direct him back into bed, wobbling faintly as he leaned heavily on the other. “Thank you Cody.” He whispered.

“Of course Obi-Wan, you don’t have to thank me for helping you.” Cody scolded quietly, helping him into bed and tucking the covers around him, fussing over him.

‘I don’t mean for that but I think its better if I don’t explain myself,’ He smiled at the other. ‘Thank you for loving me Cody, thank you for not belittling my hoarder skill, I know its something those outside of the Force has a hard time understanding, thank you for being you. Just… thank you Cody, my dearest Cody. Thank you for our children.’ Obi-Wan settled back into the bed, breathing out.

Then he laughed softly as Cody sat on his bedside to hold his hand, rubbing it between his own.

Cody was just endearing, he couldn’t help but adore the other man and he settled down into the pillows the other had fluffed up for him when Obi-Wan got up to go to the loo. “I swear you spoil me.” He noted lovingly, smiling at him.

“Anything for you cyare, you’re my heart and soul.” Cody whispered, lifting the others hands to his lips.

Flushing, Obi-Wan wondered if anyone would blame him for being utterly captivated by his commander… and then he decided he didn’t care at all as he pulled the other down into a soft kiss with a tug on Cody’s hands. So what if Cody had him utterly charmed?

Jedi were fully allowed to love as long as they didn’t let themselves be consumed by it and while Obi-Wan would give his own life for Cody… well, he knew that Cody wouldn’t want it.

Cody respected that Obi-Wan was a Jedi, that he had a duty.

And that was part of Cody’s charm.

Obi-Wan was the luckiest man in the entire galaxy for gaining Cody’s love.

He only pulled away from the soft kiss when the door hissed open, both turning their heads to find a nurse coming in, the twi’lek smiling warmly at them with a tray in his hands. “Master Jedi, commander, lunch time.” He cheerfully announced, lifting the covered tray.

Despite how bright and happy the nurse was, Obi-Wan felt a sudden unease trickle down his spine as he stared at the tray.

#LifeInMusic- Dooku and Obi notice they have caught some unwanted attention when it bumps into them.

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Stepping off the stairs and out of the theater, Yan glanced down to his right and let out a soft chuckle at the sight of his grandpadawan. “I would ask if you enjoyed it, but I think the answer is clear from the look on your face.” Yan stated fondly as Obi-Wan beamed up at him, practically skipping with his joy.

Yan’s statement made the boy flush a bit but did nothing to dampen his obvious joy. “I really enjoyed it master Yan! The theater was lovely and the music was just…” Obi-Wan fumbled for words, his green eyes wide and sparkling.

It was just adorable and Yan couldn’t resist reaching out to fluff the red spikes of the others hair, laughing quietly when the other squeaked in surprise. “Good, good, I’m glad you enjoyed it Obi-Wan, that was the intention after all.” And it would make it easier to invite Obi-Wan for other musicals.

The boy’s honest enjoyment of music was something the two of them could share and Yan was looking forward to more musicals and plays with his grandpadawan.

“You must be hungry.” He stated instead of voicing his future plans.

Opening his mouth, Obi-Wan clearly intended to answer only for his stomach to growl loudly, answering for him. The boy went bright red, eyes wide in surprise. “I, oops. I’m sorry master.” Obi-Wan squeaked out.

Laughing, Yan guided them out the doors with a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and out into the semi fresh and certainly cooler air than the inside. “Oh, its alright Obi-Wan, I’ve kept you occupied for hours now and you are a growing boy. I’m honestly shocked you haven’t complained,” He teased carefully, content to see the boy smiling shyly at him. “Why, Qui-Gon would complain if I let him go hungry even for an hour.” Yan patted the boy’s shoulder.

An exaggeration of course, Qui-Gon had eaten well and he could moan at time as a teenager but on missions he behaved himself and the boy always knew where to find foods.

Yan had never starved his padawan, he didn’t believe in food punishment, especially not for children due to how damaging it could be and had always had snacks that his padawan’s preferred in their quarters.

“Really?” Obi-Wan grinned up at him. “Master di-ouf!” Obi-Wan walked into a human wearing a fancy blue with silver stitching robe, the teen falling back and would have fallen on his ass if it wasn’t for Yan quickly grasping him and pulling him close.

The man turned quickly, allowing Yan to recognize him and the muun the man had been speaking with.

Newly elected Senator Palpatine and Hego Damask, one of the highest member of the Banking clan.

A faux look of surprise crossed the young senator’s face, his acting skills were good but Yan could spot that the senator was putting on an act. “Ah, apologies there my young friend. I seem to have blocked the path.” He stated, bowing slightly with a smile.

A deep unease was settling into Yan’s bones and he didn’t have for habit to ignore his instincts. The senator had placed himself on purpose, just for this incident to happen.

Pulling Obi-Wan more into him before the boy could answer, Yan put on his best smile, inclining his head. “No harm done. Me and my young friend however has been out far past his bedtime and I promised his guardian to get him home quickly once the show was over, I hope you understand our urgency.” He stated, pulling Obi-Wan with him quickly towards their waiting speeder.

It was rude, there was no question that their abrupt departure was rude, especially since they hadn’t introduced themselves or waited for the two to introduce them to the Jedi.

But every instinct he had told him to get Obi-Wan away from the two influential members of society and quickly.

“Grandmaster?” Obi-Wan whispered, looking up at him in obvious confusion and to Yan’s sorrow, also a tiny bit of fear.

Yan had scared him clearly, either by his manhandling or by his hurried actions.

Pushing the other into the speeder, Yan gave him as good a smile as he could. “Obi-Wan, promise me, if you ever see those two again, try not to speak with them.” He whispered quietly, closing the speeder door for the boy.

He felt Obi-Wan watch him as he moved around to the driver side and thankfully, the fear was gone and replaced by pure bewilderment. “Yes grandmaster… but… can I ask why?” Obi-Wan’s inquiry was full of curiosity.

Glancing back to the doors, Yan let out a breath between clenched teeth as he found the muun and human still watching them. “I can not prove it Obi-Wan… but they give me an uneasy feeling. I’ve learned to trust those. So please, promise me.” He stated seriously as he started up the speeder.

Large, doe like eyes widened before Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes grandmaster Yan, I promise.” He answered equally serious

Hopefully, that would be enough and Yan reached out to ruffle the others hair. “Now, lets get you feed.” He murmured fondly, feeling himself ease up ever so slightly at the promise and smile the teen gave him.

i’m in love with obi-wan in lupinecopper! could we maybe see him and dooku again?

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Blinking up at the brightly lit, white ceiling as he laid flat on a crisp bed that was certainly not his own, Obi-Wan wondered what in the world had happened to him, because he recognized the moment he woke where he was.

He was in the Halls of healing.

He could smell the sweet scent of bacta along with disinfection and sterile soaps that the Halls used to keep clean and below those scents were the scent of disease and blood.

Last thing Obi-Wan remembered, he had been in the salle with his class and…

Did he have an accident?

Before he could think anymore on it, a deep voice spoke up, starling Obi-Wan into sitting up hurriedly on his elbows. “You had an allergic reaction padawan Kenobi.” It was a salt and pepper haired man, sitting in chair beside the bed, one leg raised with the ankle resting on his knee and a brow raised at Obi-Wan.

He was very dignified looking, his outfit black with gray tabards instead of the normal beige and browns and Obi-Wan could tell that the fabric was finer than standard.

This was clearly a master but not one Obi-Wan recognized, even though he was familiar.

‘Wait, allergic reaction?’ Obi-Wan mind fumbled on the words.

“Indeed,” The man drawled, smirking faintly at Obi-Wan’s surprised face. “You’re mind is unguarded.” He tacked on.

Flushing darkly, Obi-Wan brought up his shields as he realized he must be broadcasting.

He got a nod of approval. “Well done, your shields aren’t sloppy and you brought them up carefully. Qui-Gon must be proud of you.” The man stated calmly, resting his hands on his thigh.

“You… know my master?” Obi-Wan tried not to be pleased at the compliment but honestly, not many tried to compliment him and it was nice to hear. “Wait, no, allergic reaction?” Obi-Wan backtracked.

Chuckling faintly, the man nodded. “First of, let me introduce myself. I am Yan Dooku, I was in the salle when you had your reaction and offered to take you to the halls for master Drallig.” Master Dooku explained with a small smile.

Blinking, Obi-Wan shuffled until he was sitting up against the headboard.

An allergic reaction, Force, he hoped his face wasn’t puffy and red though clearly the healers had dealt with it but what could have… he didn’t remember eating anything that should have caused a reaction.

Frowning thoughtfully, Obi-Wan tried to remembe- “Chocolate!” He gasped, eyes wide.

Dooku raised one brow. “Pardon me?” He questioned curiously.

‘Well, I must look like a loon.’ Obi-Wan thought, flushing with embarrassment. “I-I apologize for yelling but I remembered what I ate. A friend of mine gave me a chocolate he had been saving for me.” He stammered out.

Normally, normal chocolate would cause a small stomach ache for Obi-Wan, but the closer to full moon, the worse his reaction would become and the healers had warned both him and Qui-Gon that as Obi-Wan got older, his reaction might become worse.

Dooku stroked his chin, frowning faintly. “I see, yes that does make sense, seeing as you are partly canine. You wouldn’t be able to break down the methylxanthines that are present in normal baseline human chocolate.” He speculated thoughtfully.

Honestly, that went a bit over Obi-Wan’s head and he mostly just felt even more embarrassed as he twisted his hands in the hem of his tunic.

Brown eyes focused on him, unexpected warmth in them that had Obi-Wan pausing as he blinked. “Has your master thought about switching you to canine safe chocolate? A friend of mine is a defel and she buys chocolate in bulk that is safe for her.” He explained calmly.

If Obi-Wan thought about it, the thought hadn’t hit either him or Qui-Gon really, too occupied with worrying about Obi-Wan’s health and in Obi-Wan’s case, honestly sulking about the prospect of not getting to enjoy chocolate.

But that was something to think about, chocolate wasn’t safe for him to consume anymore but he liked the taste so if he could eat chocolate intended for canine species. Deep in thought, Obi-Wan missed the fond, soft smile on master Dooku’s face as he observed Obi-Wan in turn, only looking up when the door opened and Qui-Gon suddenly flew through. “Padawan!”

Qui-Gon’s voice worried voice bounced over the walls as he threw himself at Obi-Wan and wrapped him up in a hug, Obi-Wan squeaking as he was rocked, Qui-Gon hurriedly explaining that Micah had commed him and that Obi-Wan had been throwing up and convulsing in the salle in front of everyone and that Qui-Gon had been so worried.

Squeaking, Obi-Wan turned bright red as he noticed master Dooku watching them with an amused smile on his face, Obi-Wan burying his face in his master’s shoulder to try and stifle some of his chagrin at Qui-Gon fussing over him.

Qui-Gon only stopped when Dooku cleared his throat, letting go and turning around with a surprised noise. “Yan! What a surprise, what are you doing here?” He questioned in with a smile on his lips.

Oh yeah, Master Dooku clearly knew Obi-Wan’s master.

“I brought young padawan Kenobi here, I offered to take him for master Drallig.” Dooku stated calmly, standing and brushing invisible dust off himself.

Beaming slightly, Qui-Gon turned back to his padawan as Obi-Wan blinked curiously at them. “Obi-Wan, this is Yan Dooku. My former master and your grand master.” He explained warmly.

‘…Oh Force, please let me pass out again.’ Obi-Wan first thought was, mortification making him turn red as this was not how he wanted to meet his grand master.

Could he make a good first impression just once, he lamented as he peered up at the smiling Jedi master with large eyes. “Pleasure to meet you grandmaster.” He bowed as best he could sitting on the bed, whispering meekly, jumping in surprise when a large, warm hand rested on his head, ruffling short spikes.

“Oh no young Kenobi, the pleasure is all mine.” Yan stated, voice warm as the two stared at each other, Obi-Wan blinking up at his grandmaster and Yan simply smiling at him without any prejudice for what Obi-Wan was.

Unable to help himself, Obi-Wan felt a small ray of hope as he shyly smiled back, Qui-Gon beaming at both of them.

Does Ani ever get to see his Master in that pretty little outfit in snow white purity? Does he maybe even get to touch a lil bit? You know, to appreciate how soft the fabric is.

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Leaning back on the couch while crossing his arms over his chest naked chest, Anakin let out a deep breath as he finally started to relax. Coming back to the quarters they had been given for the duration of their stay was a karking relief. ‘Honestly, if I had to watch the prince and princess continue trying to flirt and make master a notch on their bedpost, I would have…’ His thoughts fumed a bit.

Frankly, the fact that the two kept making advances despite Obi-Wan clearly turning them down made Anakin… well he felt upset if he was honest.

Obi-Wan was his.

But more than that… it made him ache to see Obi-Wan retreat and try to escape someone when he was so comfortable moments before.

The memory of Obi-Wan’s eyes flashing with unease and discomfort made his heart shrivel with unhappiness.

‘Least he calmed down when we returned to the quarters. He seemed a lot happier.’ Anakin sighed slightly, shifting and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, peering at the dark window.

As with most capitols, he could see no stars due to the light population but… well, it was a nice sight to see the duel moons at least, one a bright blue and the smaller a bright red.

They were pretty.

But they would be prettier if Anakin could see the stars surrounding them.

Letting the moons distract him, Anakin jerked to a bit as the hiss from the fresher door broke the silence, turning his head towards it with a soft greeting on his lips.

It died however, as Obi-Wan stepped out, the blond mouth falling open as he gawked at the older man.

Because Obi-Wan was indeed wearing lingerie on the mission.

It wasn’t over or like the ones he had at home but still pretty as all hell’s and Anakin mouth was dry from staring at it.

It was a silky two piece baby pink set with black lace, consisting of a bralette with a v-neck and spaghetti thin black straps, lace on the underside with matching lace on the top. It clung to Obi-Wan and exposed his collarbone easily.

The bottoms were what almost looked like boxers at first glimpse but looking closer, you could see a black bow to tie the waist with black lace around the legs, giving it an overall cute appearance as.

The outfit easily exposed his bellybutton and the hardened muscles the Jedi had trained into and yet somehow made him seem slightly softer, as if Obi-Wan was wearing shorts and crop top.

A safe pick, Anakin’s subconscious mind supplied as the rest of Anakin wasn’t thinking properly. A pick that could be explained since Obi-Wan was still so shy about the things he liked to wear.

If something were to happen, if the Jedi’s clothes were to be ripped or otherwise the Jedi were exposed, Obi-Wan could leave the top behind, making it seem like a slightly odd pick but not too odd for a male to wear.

‘…Wait, where… he doesn’t have a pubic trail?!’ Anakin suddenly noticed, staring at where he knew the other had one before.

Had Obi-Wan shaved it?

Looking up when Obi-Wan cleared his throat, Anakin swallowed heavily as he stared at the others flushed face, Obi-Wan clearly fighting the urge to fidget in front of Anakin. “I… do you like it? Its not too much, is it?” Obi-Wan questioned bashfully.

‘Oh no, oh no.’ Anakin’s mind scrambled.

He must have been staring for a long time, long enough for Obi-Wan to become uncertain and now he confidence was slipping.

He must have been gathering it to come out and show Anakin and… Force kark it!

“You look lovely,” Anakin rasped out, moving over to the other as if enthralled.

His hands moved on auto and thankfully Obi-Wan didn’t try to escape as his right hand found a strap, gently teasing the silky but stretchy fabric with a fingertip. His left found the top of the shorts, running his palm slowly over the smooth as water pink fabric. “Just… beautiful.” Anakin breathed out, unable to resist stroking the fabric between his hands, feeling the difference in silk and lace and how warm it was pressed to Obi-Wan’s skin.

“Anakin…” Obi-Wan mumbled, hands raised to his flushed cheeks, the color peeking out from under his beard

Catching the others eyes, Anakin hoped he properly convened just how much he meant what he said. “You’re the most beautiful Jedi in the entire galaxy master, I hope you know that.” He stated earnestly, smiling slightly when a bashful smile crossed the others lips, even as Obi-Wan let out a shy noise and covered his eyes with his hands.

‘Just… exquisite. He’s exquisite when he’s happy,’ Anakin continued smiling to himself as whatever embarrassment Obi-Wan was feeling, it was not enough to wipe away the smile he himself had. ‘Please master, just continue to smile. That’s all I really want from you. That you smile.’

#lifeinmusic- Obi and his grandmaster have their own night out. Maybe we see an enterprising young Nabooian politician/Sith and his master.

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Smiling softly to himself, Yan leaned back in his velvet dressed chair as he watched his excited grand-padawan instead of the play happening beneath them on the brightly lit stage, his hands resting in his lap with the play pamphlet clasped carefully to avoid wrinkling the decorated flimsi.

Not that Obi-Wan was paying attention to the play either, beautiful as it was with extraordinary actors.

No, Obi-Wan’s focus was further down than the stage, on the orchestra, watching the musicians play as directed by the conductor.

It was endearing to Yan if he was honest, he wasn’t one that easily felt comfortable or relaxed with children or even teens and maybe if the teen in front of him had been anyone else, he would have dismissed this as disrespect to the actors.

But he knew this child and knew he was respectful, knew Obi-Wan was just excited about the orchestra and therefore that was where his focus was.

‘And by the Force is he excited.’ Yan chuckled quietly to himself, the sound lost under the music as Obi-Wan leaned even more on the balcony rail to peer down, his eyes wide with a flush barely visible in the dim light of the theater. The child had been standing for the better part of the hour, to have a better view of the musicians and Yan knew the others legs should be feeling it at this point and yet his excitement was keeping him right there, standing, leaning on the balcony of the booth Yan had gotten them.

He was honestly extremely grateful that he got booth tickets now, if they had been sitting down among the audience, he’d have to pull Obi-Wan back into his seat.

Instead he got to enjoy Obi-Wan’s honest and refreshing elation without having to interrupt the boy.

It was endearing.

When was the last time that Yan Dooku had found a youngling to be endearing instead of merely tolerating them?

A very long time if he was brutally honest.

Yan didn’t mind children, that wasn’t it but he wasn’t really one to spend time with them and he would willingly admit that part of himself.

Not everyone was a good parent or teacher.

It was why he had so few padawans, he had to find the right ones to be able to train them.

And he would fully admit that if Obi-Wan was not Qui-Gon’s padawan, then he’d love to take the boy on.

The sharp mind and skill the other possessed was deeply intriguing to the Serenno native and he could already see the diplomat in making in the boy, under the passion and occasional emotional outbursts were the signs.

A diamond in the rough as some might say, though Yan would claim that Obi-Wan was more a star than a diamond, a bright glow in his Force aura.

So yes, Yan was endeared and frankly charmed by Obi-Wan, really, could anyone blame Yan?

Obi-Wan was genuine, hard-working, creative, a bit impish with a beautiful mind under his copper hair, his intelligence shining when he put his mind to it. And Yan well knew that several of the council members were also charmed by Obi-Wan and could possibly slightly jealous of Qui-Gon being able to snag Obi-Wan.

‘But that wouldn’t be shocking, what else are one suppose to feel, when Obi-Wan shines so brightly?’ Yan thought to himself, soft as Obi-Wan practically pulsed in the Force with his joy, as if his soul was preforming music.

So consumed with Obi-Wan’s joy, Yan was oblivious to the other eyes watching the boy, another redhead with narrowed, thoughtful pale eyes.

Mythical relics. Does Anakin become more possessive of Obi as he gets older? How does he react to Palpatine saying bad things about Obi?

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Reaching out slowly, Anakin brushed the knight’s hair out of his face, watching Obi-Wan sleep slackened face intently.

The dim light from the open door was the only thing filling the dark bedroom, showing Anakin that the other was once more in the thin sleep tunic he tended to favor late at night and it didn’t escape Anakin’s notice that Obi-Wan had a fuzzy blanket with his duvet, keeping the other warm.

‘He must have used too much Force today during his katas and sparrings,’ Anakin noted to himself as Obi-Wan didn’t even twitch at being touch, his cheek slightly cold to the touch. Becoming bolder at the lack of reaction, Anakin let his fingertips trace down to the other stubbled cheek, lingering on the round brown spot near the corner of his lip. ‘He has so many freckles.’

Each time Obi-Wan went out on a mission to a sunny place, he always returned with new freckles Anakin had noticed, not tanning at all like Anakin did. Even master Mace turned darker when they went to a sunny mission, though not by much but it was enough that Anakin could notice since he spent so much time with his master.

And Depa teased their master all the time about it every time she came over for tea or a meal.

But Obi-Wan was so pale, even now Anakin couldn’t help but marvel at how pale the other was compared to what Anakin was used to when growing up on the dust ball called Tatooine.

The Chancellor had said something about it being because of where Obi-Wan was originally from.

The thought of the old man made Anakin’s nose wrinkle and he pulled his hand back, settling it in his lap as he stared quietly at Obi-Wan. He had told the Chancellor that he would be sleeping at Obi-Wan’s quarters today because his own master had a long night ahead of him due to being on the council.

The Chancellor… had been less than flattering about Obi-Wan.

Anakin didn’t like it, he had always been clingy of Obi-Wan and to hear someone talk negatively of him… it wasn’t wizard at all.

It prevented him from sleeping, which was why he was sitting on Obi-Wan’s bedside.

If Anakin was honest, he might have done this anyhow, even if the Chancellor hadn’t unsettled him.

He liked watching Obi-Wan sleep, as creepy as that might sound to some, to see him soft and content.

And he was content, his sleep was good and deep and if he was having dreams as Anakin suspected from the rapid eye movement under his eyelids, they were good dreams and that soothed some of Anakin’s disquiet.

When Anakin first joined the temple, he hadn’t thought much about the Chancellor speaking with him, outside of being flattered that such a powerful man was interested in him. It was of course due to helping Naboo but still!

It had been so wizard and Anakin was only ten and had missed a lot of context in the Chancellor’s words.

He wasn’t ten anymore, he was fourteen and he understood more, his mind had become more mature along with learning to control his powers and maturing to understand more complex things.

Oh, the Chancellor wasn’t overt about it, but Anakin had come to realize that the way the Chancellor worded certain things put Obi-Wan either in a slightly negative or outright negative way, as if he was a detriment to Anakin’s future and powers.

Not that the Chancellor knew about the powers Obi-Wan was helping him understand and control.

Low be that they were both different and knew what they were, that didn’t mean instant control, Anakin very well knew that and so did that poor salle that he had unfortunately almost burned to cinders when Obi-Wan was teaching him to control his powers.

Not that either of them had expected lightening to abruptly appear when Anakin was focusing but… well, they learned.

Obi-Wan was very careful when selecting a private sparring salle these days, often opting to the sky ones.

Staring down at Obi-Wan, Anakin reached out again to gently run the back of his knuckles over Obi-Wan’s cheek again. He felt his breath hitch a bit with surprise and something else when the other leaned into his fingertips, Obi-Wan letting out a soft puff of air over chapped lips. ‘Has… has he always been this pretty to look at?’ Flushing darkly, Anakin snatched his hand away, biting his lips as he stared wide eyed at the knight. ‘Did I always think he was pretty?’

Is it possible to get a cuddle pile with Obi-Wan and the 212th???

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Blinking tiredly into his own arms, Obi-Wan tried to remember just how he ended up in his current position, laying on his stomach in one of the rec rooms of the negotiator, a mattress under him cushioning any hardness or coldness from the durasteel floor.

Actually, there were several mattresses around him too, the rec room had been cleared for everything on the floor to make space for the mattresses and Obi-Wan didn’t want to know where they came from.

And on those mattresses?

Troopers, every time he lifted his head from his arms and glanced about, he saw troopers peering sleepily back at him when they felt gazes on them. Then they’d smile at him and go back to their own rest, tucked in close with others.

If Obi-Wan thought hard enough about it, he was pretty certain it was Helix that had dragged him along to the rec room and gone ‘humans thrive on touch, so get in, come on, get in General. Medic’s order.’ if he was remember right.

And he wasn’t quite sure.

But these were the facts he knew, that one, he was in a cleared out rec room with mattresses covering the floor.

Two, there were troopers all around him, cuddling up against him and on him.

And three, this was a regular occurrence for the vode, especially after hard battles.

They’d give each other a pat down, ensure they were healthy or at least healed and then curl in together for comfort and Obi-Wan apparently needed this too in the eyes of his troopers.

Which was why he was covered in troopers.

They had been hesitant when he appeared, wary about touching anything sore or bruised since Obi-Wan had a tendency to avoid the medbay for minor things since he could use the Force for it.

Not that anyone approved but it wasn’t like they could stop him and he did go to Helix for major thing, he couldn’t will away a broken rib or a lacerated back. But for bruises and soreness, Obi-Wan just needed to meditate and flush himself with the Force.

Or well, that was what he told Helix at least. There was a very good reason Obi-Wan had bacta bandages and bruise cream stationed under his bed in his quarters.

Helix didn’t believe him of course but couldn’t call him out on his bullshit either heh, the medic watching him with narrowed eyes every time Obi-Wan said he’d go into a healing trance for the bruises.

However, once everyone had become assured that they wouldn’t cause additional pain or discomfort by touching Obi-Wan, the Jedi had become fair game.

Quickly trooper settled in around him, curling up towards his sides like warm furnaces, Longshot going as far as using the back of Obi-Wan’s left thigh as a pillow, grumbling to himself when Boil and Waxer took over his stomach in turn as their own pillow.

Obi-Wan had just blinked owlishly for a bit until the sense of ease and comfort in the Force made him smile, the way the troopers comfortably settled around him as if he had always belonged right there among the vode.

And when Cody had come to join them, finally handing over command to someone else of the bridge… well Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel like he actually did belong. ‘…It reminds me of the creche piles,’ Obi-Wan closed his eyes, letting out a soft noise as Cody’s shoulder bumped against his as the other settled down next to him. ‘No blankets, just the warmth of everyone else… comfort, closeness, together…’ His thoughts turning slow from sleep, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile sleepily as Cody cautiously wrapped an arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders.

Comfort and warmth, soft breaths all around the room with the occasional snores in a dimmed room.

‘I could get used to this…’