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Ani wakes up in AWOL Jedi and he has a talk with Obi.

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Stretching slowly as he woke up, it took Anakin an embarrassingly long moment to realize he was no longer tucked up in the clone cuddle.

Instead he was tucked up in a bed and there was a very familiar someone in the same room as him. Rolling onto his side from his back, Anakin opened his eyes to peer sleepily at a smiling Obi-Wan, The two staring at each other for long minutes.

“Good morning.” Obi-Wan finally murmured, breaking the silence.

Smiling in return, Anakin nodded. “Morning… what’s the time?” He questioned.

Humming, Obi-Wan closed his eyes in focus. “Its currently ten pm local time on Vercopa, the sun has risen long ago locally.” He opened his eyes again, still smiling at Anakin as the blond slowly sat up.

Sitting up, Anakin looked around only to tense when he found a simple, duracrete bedroom only containing him and Obi-Wan, the latter sitting in a simple chair he must have brought in himself.

Before he could panic too hard, Obi-Wan spoke again. “The twins are with Rex, we figured you needed the sleep, considering how fast you fell asleep. You’ve been asleep for a good thirteen hours you know.” Obi-Wan pointed out gently.

A great groan escaped Anakin at that, the man flopping back on the bed while throwing one arm up over his eyes in relief. “Oh thank Force, for a moment there…” He wheezed before pausing and raising his arm, peeking at Obi-Wan. “Thirteen hours?” He gaped at Obi-Wan.

Chuckling, resting his elbows on his knees, Obi-Wan gave a small nod. “Indeed, shocked me too, considering how you really only slept five hours at a time for the most part and intermittently got up to move about.” He teased gently.

Smiling sheepishly, Anakin gave an awkward shrug, settled comfortably in the bed. “Guess parenthood takes a lot out of one huh.” He mumbled in embarrassment.

Obi-Wan simply hummed, watching him.

Rolling onto his side, Anakin stared at him before swallowing thickly. “I… we didn’t talk much yesterday.” He whispered, feeling an ache in his chest, the same ache that he had when he entered the Jedi temple so long ago to find it empty.

Nodding slightly, Obi-Wan kept watching him. “No. You were more focused on the hugs.” He murmured, eyes soft and warm.

No blame or contempt in his face.

Anakin knew he was going to find that elsewhere but not here, not with Obi-Wan.

Any resentment Obi-Wan had, any anger, any contempt… it had already been forgiven. It was just how Obi-Wan was.

Warm, forgiving, tender Obi-Wan.

Oh, Anakin didn’t think the other would forget it, Obi-Wan would remember what Anakin had done and would watch him but…

The other had forgiven him already.

Maybe despite of his actions.

Swallowing thickly, Anakin sat up and swung his legs over the bed and took a deep breath. “I… wanted to say I was sorry. That… I know I did you wrong and… and to say thank you for…” He licked his lips, biting them when Obi-Wan simply chuckled.

The other rose from the chair and sat down beside him on the bed, wrapping his arm around Anakin. “Oh Anakin, you idiot,” He whispered and Anakin summed a minor bit of outrage at the insult. “You are always welcome where I am dear one,” The words took the sting out of the insult and Anakin melted into Obi-Wan’s side. “I can’t promise others will be as accepting, a lot happened, especially when you left us so… abruptly, but you have a place with me, always Anakin.” Obi-Wan continued.

Huffing, resting his head against Obi-Wan’s, Anakin let out a shaken laugh. “Honestly Obi-Wan, as long as I have you, I can work on the others forgiving me.” He murmured, settling comfortably.

Obi-Wan just squeezed him gently, wrapping around each other in the Force in a comforting embrace.

They could both work on it.

Aww, Ahsoka has her first flower in FloralSkin! That’s wonderful; I’m glad she’s finally experiencing this milestone! I love her reaction, and the absolute support from Anakin and Obi-Wan: they’re good masters! But speaking of them? Poor Obi-Wan is CLEARLY overworked, and Anakin knows it. I hope that between Anakin and Rex (and maybe Helix and Kix), they either figure out (probably unknowingly) how to circumvent Palpatine’s manipulations, or at least are able to give the two some time off!

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Pausing in shock, Obi-Wan blinked at the other man as he stood in the doorway of the Nabooan office.

Cody just smiled kindly back at him, standing in only the bottom half of his armor, illuminated by a soft, glowing light further inside the office. “Hey there blossom.” He murmured.

Glancing out of the hallway and then back in, Obi-Wan slowly stepped in, letting the door close behind him. “One, call me that and I might hit you. Two, what is going on? I thought I was…” He trailed off.

He was suppose to meet with Senator Amidala, to get a few reports, go over some info from Naboo, not meet with Cody.

But there was no one in the Nabooan office except for Cody, the man standing in front of the window of the room, clearly waiting with most of the office being dark except for the light right over the door and what looked like candle light on the caff table further in.

Cody’s smile grew, stepping towards Obi-Wan to grasp his hand, tugging him closer to hug him, until he had Obi-Wan in his arms.

Obi-Wan automatically melted into his soulmate’s arm, trusting despite his surprise as he peered at Cody. “General Skywalker went to Senator Amidala. He was worried about you. I am too.” Cody stated softly, rubbing at his soulmate’s back as Obi-Wan stared at him. He didn’t like what he was seeing, the stress lines on Obi-Wan’s face was more pronounced than the week before, combine that with the paleness of his skin or the bags under his eyes, Obi-Wan looked horribly unwell.

Well, that wouldn’t do.

Cody endeavored to change some of that. “He asked her for help. So she arranged this, so we two could have a date.”

Obi-Wan stared at his soulmate for several long moments before looking around the office, visibly unbalanced from the unexpected situation, his hands hanging down limply by his sides even as he leaned into the hug.

‘Poor love, you’re that out of it?’ Cody lamented sadly to himself, not minding how slow on the uptake his Jedi was being. ‘You’ve been so stressed dear one that you can’t recognize or even reach for comfort?’ It hurt to see his love that addled.

The normally so sharp Jedi was so befuddled by the simple rip up of what he expected, having planned for a meeting with Senator Amidala only for it to be Cody and a date.

Slowly, Cody slid his hand to take Obi-Wan’s, rubbing his fingertips over the knuckles before pulling the other towards the caff table with the fancy couches stationed around it.

When General Skywalker had summoned him to the Naboo Senator office, Cody hadn’t known what to expect.

But to learn that Anakin had gone out of his way for Obi-Wan, to ask Senator Amidala for a favor so Obi-Wan and Cody could have time…

Well, it warmed Cody.

Oh, he knew it was for Obi-Wan’s sake more than his, Obi-Wan was Anakin’s former master after all. But it felt good to know someone else cared for his mate.

And Cody had pounced on the offer, gratefully accepting not only the time Senator Amidala had gotten them but also her office to have their date.

And he had also accepted Skywalker’s offer to get them food and comforts.

Seeing Obi-Wan only a few seconds on holo was not the same as seeing him in person and he had been worried about the obvious stress the other was under, wanting to at least comfort his riduur.

Which was why the caff table was covered in candle light, the blankets from Obi-Wan’s quarters were on one of the fancy couches and food from Dex diner was sitting innocently in their containers.

Obi-Wan let out a surprised but eager noise when he saw them, making Cody smile as he sat down on the couch and pulled the other into his lap, his Jedi melting into him.

Despite how confused he was, Obi-Wan’s body recognized the comfort offered to it and eagerly sought it, Cody wrapping himself around the other for a few seconds before grabbing one of the blankets Anakin had brought.

Tucking it around his Jedi, Cody pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple. “There we go. One easy, quiet date night for us. Comfortable and content, Senator Amidala said we could have the office until morning and Fox said he’d come by to wake us before things got too busy.” He whispered softly.

Shuffling in his lap to get comfortable, Obi-Wan let out an exasperated and yet undeniably fond huff, his face soft as he blinked between the candle covered caff table with food and his soulmate. “It seems I don’t have much else choice, you’ve all hoodwinked me pretty well.” He murmured, smiling to show his pleasure at the situation.

Smiling in turn, Cody nodded, pressing a kiss to the underside of Obi-Wan’s jaw. “Well and thoroughly caught love.” He agreed, unbearably fond of his Jedi.

His riduur.

For Candle in the Dark, do the clone troopers have the chips in them as well?! It sounded like they were a surprise to the Sith just like they were for the Jedi in the original world. Will Qui-gon or Anakin look into the mystery surrounding their troopers?

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Almost leaning over the others shoulder, Anakin frowned heavily at the x-ray holo of Cody’s head. “Do you see…” He trailed off, inwardly cursing. He really didn’t know enough about biology to tell one dark spot from another.

It all just looked like… well head to him.

He knew what a basic anatomy chart looked like and Cody’s x-ray, taken by Helix by request of Qui-Gon, just looked like any other head Anakin had seen on anatomy lessons.

After Obi-Wan had gone to bed, both Anakin and Qui-Gon had speculated how the hell the troopers could have turned from one moment to the other.

Years fighting should have caused the troopers to at least hesitate or the Jedi should have felt from the start that betrayal would come.

But what if the troopers themselves hadn’t known?

Anakin had been the one to figure it out, his face going from thoughtful to wrathful as realization hit him.

Slave biochips.

Qui-Gon hadn’t thought of it at all but it made sense once Anakin said it, such things could change the mind of a person at a word, use the correct trigger word from the master and boom, they’d kill their own child if that was the order of the chip, a sentient’s personality changed in moments.

Betrayal coming unexpected and unseen from someone that had adored you moments before, an invisible dagger in your back.

Now they had confirmation, both of them staring at Cody’s scan that Helix had sent them, the medic coming through a few days after the initial request.

It helped that Obi-Wan was out too, the Jedi cautiously venturing out into the temple and normally, Qui-Gon and Anakin would be at his side but… this took highest priority.

Sitting back in his chair, Qui-Gon frowned too, squinting his eyes faintly before nodding. “Yes. I see it. There is a chip, but we would have to have it removed and analyzed before we know for sure what it contains,” He looked up at Anakin, crossing his arms over his chest. “We know there are differences between the two dimensions, large ones at times, the biochips here might contain something different, though I doubt it.” Qui-Gon returned to staring at the head.

Letting out a soft curse, Anakin nodded.

There were differences, large divergences like the Jedi order, Palpatine being a senator and Chancellor in Obi-Wan’s world but with those divergences there were also similarities, else Obi-Wan wouldn’t be in their universe but this particular event… it was most likely the same.

The Sith had always been suspicious of the origins of the clone army, even as they took them on and kept them. But this…

No, this was not something they’d end up suspecting.

A few of the less leery Sith had assumed that they had snatched an army away from the Jedi honestly.

Qui-Gon had never been among those, always wondering what else Palpatine had been planning with the troopers.

No wonder the Jedi had let them find Kamino and the army.

‘Planting our would be killers so close to us, making us grow close to them… its almost impressive,’ Qui-Gon stared at the darkened spot on Cody’s scan. ‘Almost Sithly in nature. If I didn’t hate him so much, I’d praise the tactic.’ Qui-Gon pushed from the desk and stood, snorting faintly when Anakin jumped away with a curse.

Qui-Gon had accidentally hit his foot with the plush chair, the blond having stood too close.

Jumping around, holding his foot as he cursed, Anakin gave his master a glare.

“We will have to speak with the council about this,” Anakin’s glare dropped along with his foot at Qui-Gon’s words, his face turning serious. “And speak with Helix and the other medics. This can not stand, its a threat to our troopers and ourselves.” Qui-Gon mused before looking up as the front door of the quarters opened, Obi-Wan stepping inside with Mace following behind him.

Quick as a whip, Anakin turned the holo display off, both Sith figuring that Obi-Wan should not see this.

Not yet, not until they were sure.

Obi-Wan still did not know why the troopers of his world had turned on him. If they ended up being wrong…

Qui-Gon didn’t want to crush Obi-Wan’s hope, that his men, the men Qui-Gon knew Obi-Wan must have adored, hadn’t betrayed him willingly. It would hurt him to know they were being used but… well, hopefully the knowledge would help his PTSD at least.

Smiling, Qui-Gon nodded to Mace. “Welcome back, I see you bought a guest Obi-Wa-” His voice cut of as Obi-Wan outright walked into him and rested his head on Qui-Gon’s chest. Breath stuck in his throat, he slowly lifted his arms on auto pilot, wrapping them around Obi-Wan in a hug.

Cautious, hesitant and terribly traumatized Obi-Wan had willingly gone into his arms, sought comfort without Qui-Gon explicitly offering it.

“…Hello little one.” He whispered, holding on tightly as their bond bloomed with affection.

Obi-Wan let out a soft noise of greeting. “Is it alright? Mace and I were having a discussion and… well I didn’t want to end it.” He stated quietly.

Squeezing lightly, Qui-Gon smiled down at the other. “This is your home as much as mine, you are always welcome to have guests my dear Obi-Wan.” He remarked, ignoring Mace stoic but jealous stare.

Obi-Wan was making progress.

That was all Qui-Gon cared about in that moment as the Jedi cautiously gave a small smile up at him before turning, escaping Qui-Gon’s embrace as he offered Mace tea.

His warmth still lingered in Qui-Gon’s arms, the evidence of a healing step forward making Qui-Gon’s heart thrum with joy.

So in Life is Music, how does Obi’s celebration night go?

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Eagerly taking a giant bite out of the giant hamburger, Obi-Wan looked around the diner with wide eyes, ignoring his master’s fond eyes on him.

When Qui-Gon had taken him to the diner, Obi-Wan had thought it was a joke. A celebratory dinner at what frankly looked like a cheap diner?

But the food was great!

Dex was a greater cook than Obi-Wan had suspected, the besalisk happily whipping in with the food a growing boy like Obi-Wan needed. Qui-Gon had waved his hand and told him to order anything of the menu, and hesitantly, Obi-Wan had.

At first he had been cautious but after that first plate of coral fries…

Well, Dex was a great cook.

The burger was clearly dripping with fat but it was the good kind, combined with the toppings inside it, the meat was just juicy instead of the kind of fat that coated ones mouth and made you feel gross.

And the giant, shared vanilla blue milkshake with two large straws and whipped cream on the top was creamy and rich, settling almost too heavily in his stomach and yet Obi-Wan wanted more and he hadn’t missed Qui-Gon quietly ordering cake for two along with a pot of tea.

And the fact that Qui-Gon too had ordered a large burger helped Obi-Wan’s own guilt at ordering what he knew was a very fatty, very calorie rich burger.

Though apparently, Jedi were suppose to eat high calories but Obi-Wan didn’t think this was what the healers had in mind?

Pausing as his master snatched one of Obi-Wan’s coral fries, Obi-Wan chewed as he watched his master wiggled the fry at him. “Mmmn?” He made a questioning noise, not wanting to open his mouth since it was full.

Qui-Gon grinned at him, wiggling the fry a little bit more before reaching out and dipping it in Obi-Wan’s milkshake.

Watching with wide eyes, Obi-Wan let out a horrified noise as Qui-Gon popped the milkshake covered coral fry into his mouth and happily chewed.

Chewing hard and fast, Obi-Wan swallowed a bit before he should, his throat aching a bit but he was more interested in being able to put down his burger and point an outraged, greasy finger at his master. “No! Bad!” He rasped out when his mouth was empty.

Qui-Gon laughed, echoed by Dex as the besalisk roared in amusement. “You’re not going to be able to stop him kiddo, believe me, I’ve already told him what a horror he is.” Dex laughed as he came over with a warm cup of tea for Qui-Gon.

“Its delicious, sweet and savory and crunchy and creamy all at the same time.” Qui-Gon teased them, his eyes twinkling as Obi-Wan huffed loudly at him. He outright laughed when Obi-Wan wrapped his arms protectively around the plate of fries.

Of course, them being Force sensitive made protecting the fries even harder as Qui-Gon simply engaged in frivolous Force use.

Obi-Wan’s jaw dropped as several of his fries started dancing on the plate before floating away. “Master!” He cried out, struggling not to allow a pout to form as Qui-Gon continued stealing fries with the Force.

“Yeees padawan?” Qui-Gon teased, promptly dipping the fries in the milkshake and sending them flying at his own mouth.

Wrinkling his nose, Obi-Wan stuck out his tongue at the other. “You’re gross.” He decided, grinning when Qui-Gon just laughed, his mouth full as his large hands flew up to cover the gross sight.

His time later would be filled with music but for right now, Obi-Wan was going to enjoy his time with his master.

Because Qui-Gon was silly as all Force and Obi-Wan… rather enjoyed that, after everything with Bruck and his gang these last few weeks, Obi-Wan was enjoying the comfort his master and grandmaster provided.

And if he curiously tested a coral fry in his milkshake and found it to his liking?

Well, only he and a grinning Qui-Gon had to know that.

That High as a Kite bit was cute and funny! Poor Fives and Echo, I get the feeling they mostly offered that as a joke? They didn’t expect him to actually TAKE it! Or have THAT kind of reaction! XD I hope you’re having a lovely early morning!

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Snorting faintly, Anakin scratched at the others back and neck carefully as Obi-Wan curled up into his lap like an oversized feline, the other having crawled from Cody’s lap to Anakin’s when he noticed his former padawan sitting down close by.

Pretty standard behavior if Anakin was honest.

This was pretty on par for Obi-Wan when he smoked most types of psychoactive substances, he’d first get extremely wired, his impulses lowered and then he’d crash, becoming extremely snuggly and sleepy.

First time Anakin had seen it, he had been fifteen and shocked as all Sith hells, Obi-Wan having been fighting his impulses since the weed had finally settled into him before finally giving in, racing around their lodgings for a good hour, doing several katas, incorrectly at that, standing on his hands and then he had collapsed, head supported on Anakin’s head while cooing about his adorable padawan.

It had been a very embarrassed Obi-Wan explaining in the morning, slightly hungover from that particular weed. Obi-Wan’s particular brand of humanoids had unique reactions to psychoactive substances, causing them to wig out.

Age had not mellowed it out either and Anakin smiled amusedly down at his masters as he snuggled with Anakin, being clingy.

‘Cold and detached my sweaty balls, Chancellor Palpatine really has no idea about you.’ Anakin thought to himself as he continued scratching along the others back, knowing how much Obi-Wan enjoyed it.

Anakin respected Chancellor Palpatine, he was a great mentor and Anakin appreciated his advice but honestly, the man had no clue when it came to Obi-Wan, Anakin had long ago decided that.

Honestly, if Anakin didn’t know better, he’d think the older man was trying to drive a wedge between him and Obi-Wan.

But that was ridiculous!

Anakin put it down to maybe the Chancellor being a bit jealous of the relationship he and Obi-Wan had, no one could really replace Obi-Wan in Anakin’s eyes.

“Okay, so what in Force name just happened Skyguy?” Ahsoka’s question broke him out of his musing, Anakin looking up with a puzzled look only to laugh when the other was staring at Obi-Wan. “Hey, don’t laugh at me. Master Obi-Wan just went…” She waved her hands around.

Scratching his neck own neck with his mech hand, the other resting on Obi-Wan’s back, Anakin mused on what to say. “If I’m honest sir, I’d like to know too.” Cody stated quietly, glancing at his General, at Anakin and then to Fives and Echo.

It was pretty obvious to Anakin that that Cody wanted to be prepared should this happen again.

Which, fair be, it could.

Humming thoughtfully, Anakin dropped his mech hand back down on Obi-Wan to continue scratching. “Well, Obi-Wan’s particular humanoids are pretty close to baseline human standards but they do have a few traits that puts them apart from the baseline, one of them is this,” He gestured at the other, Obi-Wan snoring into Anakin’s stomach. “His biochemistry reacts to most kinds of psychoactive by first making him wired up and then making him crash once its run most of its effect.” He patted Obi-Wan’s hair carefully.

Obi-Wan let out a mewling noise, stretching into the others lap.

“And Obi-Wan in particular gets incredibly cuddly once he’s crashing,” Anakin continued rubbing at the other, ignoring the wide eyes and Helix and Kix clearly taking notes. “Its because his impulse controls are gone and while on drugs, he feels like he’s floating away in the Force. Or that’s what he told me at least, so touch helps.” Anakin shrugged slightly, still working his hands over his former master’s back, neck and hair.

Flopping down on her ass, legs pulled up so she could rest her arms on her knees, Ahsoka stared at Obi-Wan for several minutes before looking at Anakin again. “So its just how his subset of humans react? Just like how togrutas from shili, whose families have never left, have somewhat larger montral than those that are raised on other planets?” She questioned curiously.

Shrugging faintly, Anakin smiled at her, relieved that the other got it. “Pretty much. Obi-Wan’s reaction is pretty standard for Stewjon humans I’ve found, I did some research on it over the years to make sure if Obi-Wan had a bad reaction, I knew what to do.” Both Helix and Kix perked up at that.

The two would clearly be talking with Anakin later on, to ensure they knew what to do too.

Just in case.

Well, the more looking out for Obi-Wan when he was like this, the merrier.

It could be a bit overwhelming but… honestly, Anakin didn’t mind it, enjoying how clingy Obi-Wan was while high.

Which was why he was enjoying sitting in the sun with his master over his lap, rubbing his robe covered body slowly and steadily.

That time Fives and Echo got Obi-Wan high

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Staring at his master, Anakin opened his mouth then closed it again,
slowly turning his head to stare at Echo and Fives, the two cowering
behind Hardcase. Then he slowly turned his head to look at his
Captain, Rex busily hitting his head on against the closets shuttle
door.

Then he slowly
returned to staring at his master.

His master that was
currently laid out over Cody’s lap on his stomach, wearing only his
boxers…and Anakin’s Jedi robe.

And that was all.

Obi-Wan, Jedi
master, high council master, General of the broken circle armada,
Anakin’s former master, was snoring, his head pillowed on Cody’s
helmet, that the Jedi had snagged between his arms and were somehow
using as a comfortable ‘pillow’.

The camp meanwhile,
was covered in a mix of blue and orange paint, the armor paint to be
precise that the 212th and the 501st used and a
few shiny’s were desperately trying to scrape it away from a few of
surfaces, though they too had become a bit splattered.

If they were going
to remove it however, that was a bigger question.

There was also what
looked suspiciously like the legs of a trooper suit hanging from one
of the higher branches of the trees surrounding the camp and what
Anakin refused to believe was his master’s underwear, because the
boxers high up in the tree was brightly pink and very hard to ignore.

The reason for
this?

Echo and Fives had
offered Obi-Wan a reefer, a fat, highly effective reefer of the clone
troopers own make.

Well, mostly it had
been Fives idea apparently, Echo was dragged along as usual by his
dear vod they watched Obi-Wan smoke said reefer.

And apparently this
particular blend went right to Obi-Wan’s head.

Had Anakin been
there when it had all happened, he would have advised against it,
knowing how Obi-Wan reacted to most of these psychoactive smoking
substances.

Anakin however had
not been there.

He had been busy
scouting with Ahsoka and a small, mixed team of 212th and
501st, one of them including the dear Commander.

And when they had
returned, Rex had literally been putting out fires, Fives and Echo
had been chasing Obi-Wan, Wooley had been lightly kicking sand over
another fire, four shiny’s were stuck together via paint that had
tried and they couldn’t quite drag each other loose and Helix was
laying on the ground sans armor, petting a tooka, clearly also high.

Apparently, Obi-Wan
had shared with his dear medic, deciding that Helix was too highly
strung from having to deal with everyone’s bantha shit.

Which left the
medic feeling very mellow, Kix sitting beside him, keeping a good eye
on his fellow medic, though Helix seemed to be having a good, relaxed
run compared to Obi-Wan’s energized one.

Obi-Wan meanwhile
had been running around, highly wired, in his boxers, his clothes
somewhere and things floating all around him, which explained the
fires, the paints and all the supplies scattered about.

He had come to a
standstill however when Anakin called for him, practically vibrating
before appearing in front of his former padawan, beaming, sweaty and
disheveled with a spot of blue on his bicep where someone tried grab
him and smudge of orange on his leg.

Anakin had simply
thrown his robe around the man, covering up miles and miles of pale
skin and taunt muscles and pulled him in for a cuddle, causing the
redhead to let out a loud keen and then melt into him, seemingly to
the surprise of quite a few. Anakin was of course very aware of how
touch dependent his master really was but to those who didn’t know
him…

Well, Obi-Wan could
seem aloof, despite his warm smiles and his flirting.

Which was why
Anakin spent a few minutes rubbing Obi-Wan’s back and stroking his
hair, murmuring quietly to him as an exhausted Rex informed him of
what had happened.

And well, then
Obi-Wan had spotted Cody and… that was it.

His master had
zoomed at Cody, brought him down and gone ‘nap’.

Like a cat.

Insistent until he
had Cody on the ground beside Helix.

Looked like the
trademark Kenobi hustle to Anakin honestly, he had done that to Vos
and Eerin more than once, when they were overworking in his opinion
and to Anakin too of course.

And that lead to
this moment, Anakin staring down his two shuffling men, Rex still
hitting his not helmeted head much to his concern and Obi-Wan happily
napping in Cody’s lap as the commander had no choice but to relax.

Opening his mouth,
Anakin raised a finger then just sighed and shrugged. “Eh, no one
got hurt. You two get latrine duty out the month.” He decided,
waving his hand and then moving over to the still staring Ahsoka, the
padawan frozen by the speeders still.

Seeing a venerated
master high as a kite could be quite the shock he mused, as they
observed Obi-Wan happily drooling onto Cody’s helmet and his still
paint coated bicep.

That time Fives and Echo got Obi-Wan high

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Staring at his master, Anakin opened his mouth then closed it again,
slowly turning his head to stare at Echo and Fives, the two cowering
behind Hardcase. Then he slowly turned his head to look at his
Captain, Rex busily hitting his head on against the closets shuttle
door.

Then he slowly
returned to staring at his master.

His master that was
currently laid out over Cody’s lap on his stomach, wearing only his
boxers…and Anakin’s Jedi robe.

And that was all.

Obi-Wan, Jedi
master, high council master, General of the broken circle armada,
Anakin’s former master, was snoring, his head pillowed on Cody’s
helmet, that the Jedi had snagged between his arms and were somehow
using as a comfortable ‘pillow’.

The camp meanwhile,
was covered in a mix of blue and orange paint, the armor paint to be
precise that the 212th and the 501st used and a
few shiny’s were desperately trying to scrape it away from a few of
surfaces, though they too had become a bit splattered.

If they were going
to remove it however, that was a bigger question.

There was also what
looked suspiciously like the legs of a trooper suit hanging from one
of the higher branches of the trees surrounding the camp and what
Anakin refused to believe was his master’s underwear, because the
boxers high up in the tree was brightly pink and very hard to ignore.

The reason for
this?

Echo and Fives had
offered Obi-Wan a reefer, a fat, highly effective reefer of the clone
troopers own make.

Well, mostly it had
been Fives idea apparently, Echo was dragged along as usual by his
dear vod they watched Obi-Wan smoke said reefer.

And apparently this
particular blend went right to Obi-Wan’s head.

Had Anakin been
there when it had all happened, he would have advised against it,
knowing how Obi-Wan reacted to most of these psychoactive smoking
substances.

Anakin however had
not been there.

He had been busy
scouting with Ahsoka and a small, mixed team of 212th and
501st, one of them including the dear Commander.

And when they had
returned, Rex had literally been putting out fires, Fives and Echo
had been chasing Obi-Wan, Wooley had been lightly kicking sand over
another fire, four shiny’s were stuck together via paint that had
tried and they couldn’t quite drag each other loose and Helix was
laying on the ground sans armor, petting a tooka, clearly also high.

Apparently, Obi-Wan
had shared with his dear medic, deciding that Helix was too highly
strung from having to deal with everyone’s bantha shit.

Which left the
medic feeling very mellow, Kix sitting beside him, keeping a good eye
on his fellow medic, though Helix seemed to be having a good, relaxed
run compared to Obi-Wan’s energized one.

Obi-Wan meanwhile
had been running around, highly wired, in his boxers, his clothes
somewhere and things floating all around him, which explained the
fires, the paints and all the supplies scattered about.

He had come to a
standstill however when Anakin called for him, practically vibrating
before appearing in front of his former padawan, beaming, sweaty and
disheveled with a spot of blue on his bicep where someone tried grab
him and smudge of orange on his leg.

Anakin had simply
thrown his robe around the man, covering up miles and miles of pale
skin and taunt muscles and pulled him in for a cuddle, causing the
redhead to let out a loud keen and then melt into him, seemingly to
the surprise of quite a few. Anakin was of course very aware of how
touch dependent his master really was but to those who didn’t know
him…

Well, Obi-Wan could
seem aloof, despite his warm smiles and his flirting.

Which was why
Anakin spent a few minutes rubbing Obi-Wan’s back and stroking his
hair, murmuring quietly to him as an exhausted Rex informed him of
what had happened.

And well, then
Obi-Wan had spotted Cody and… that was it.

His master had
zoomed at Cody, brought him down and gone ‘nap’.

Like a cat.

Insistent until he
had Cody on the ground beside Helix.

Looked like the
trademark Kenobi hustle to Anakin honestly, he had done that to Vos
and Eerin more than once, when they were overworking in his opinion
and to Anakin too of course.

And that lead to
this moment, Anakin staring down his two shuffling men, Rex still
hitting his not helmeted head much to his concern and Obi-Wan happily
napping in Cody’s lap as the commander had no choice but to relax.

Opening his mouth,
Anakin raised a finger then just sighed and shrugged. “Eh, no one
got hurt. You two get latrine duty out the month.” He decided,
waving his hand and then moving over to the still staring Ahsoka, the
padawan frozen by the speeders still.

Seeing a venerated
master high as a kite could be quite the shock he mused, as they
observed Obi-Wan happily drooling onto Cody’s helmet and his still
paint coated bicep.

So, Wolfyrubs, it feels like its closing in towards the end, could we have some fluff?

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Lips pressed against his mate shoulder, Anakin slowly shifted until he was spooning his mate, carefully pressing his hand up and under the shirt until he could rest his hand on Obi-Wan’s stomach.

If it wasn’t obvious that the other was deep in thought, Obi-Wan would have thought the were was up to something naughty.

But Anakin was simply resting his hand to Obi-Wan’s stomach, his lips simply pressed to the exposed skin.

He was so comfortable like this too, his mind floating as he was cuddled in with his mate in the warm bed, his mind for once resting on the mundane instead of the war. ‘Really, I should throw this shirt out, the collar is so wide…’ Obi-Wan mused tiredly, staring into the dark of their room with lidded eyes. It wasn’t the first time he had thought it and it wouldn’t be the last.

The shirt collar had always been a bit large, a shirt Obi-Wan had to emergency buy once on a mission that ended up being far too large for him.

But it was comfortable, the fabric soft and the color now a faded blue Obi-Wan found quite fetching.

So he kept it, despite the hole it had at the hem in the front and how wide the collar was becoming after so much use.

And Anakin was quite fond of the shirt too, said it made Obi-Wan look unassuming and soft, made it easy for Anakin to do exactly what he was doing, cuddling him and touching Obi-Wan’s skin.

An intimacy thing Obi-Wan would assume if he was more awake.

Though he woke up a bit more when Anakin spoke, the soft brushes of the others lips sending shivers down Obi-Wan’s spine as Anakin pulled back only enough to be heard. “Do you ever feel like we’re heading towards a resolution?” The werewolf murmured.

“Mmn?” Obi-Wan pressed back into the other, his hand absently coming up to pet Anakin’s over his shirt.

Anakin huffed, the air puffing up Obi-Wan’s neck hairs. “Just… ever since we started going through the surveillance rooms, going through everything and reporting what we’ve been finding, I feel like something is coming, like we’re speeding towards something and yet at the same time I can’t tell if…” He paused, pressing his lips once more to Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

Shuffling a bit, Obi-Wan moved until Anakin reluctantly let go, allowing Obi-Wan to roll onto his side so he could face his mate, the two looking at each other in the dark.

With their mutations, Obi-Wan and Anakin could clearly see each other in the dark, despite the curtains being drawn and the light of Coruscant not being allowed in.

Reaching up, Obi-Wan teased Anakin’s curled hair before moving his hand into the others hair, rubbing at the blonds scalp, knowing how much Anakin enjoyed hair play and petting.

It was enough to allow Anakin to relax, making it easier for Obi-Wan to shuffle their legs around until they one of his was trapped between Anakin’s and the other was lazily thrown over Anakin’s hip.

Comfortable and intimate position for two mates.

Letting out a slow breath, Obi-Wan thought over Anakin’s words before sighing as he continued petting. “I know what you mean. I feel it too Anakin,” He stated softly, watching as his mate focused lidded eyes on him. The pettings were getting to him clearly. “However, I have no more answer than you as to what will happen when things come to a head. I don’t know where we will be or what will happen.” He stated softly.

A soft pitched whine echoed in the room, Anakin eyes narrowing and Obi-Wan could see the urge to howl building.

Considering he didn’t want the neighbors to their quarters to complain again, Obi-Wan spoke before Anakin could start up the howl. “However, I do know one thing,” He stated softly, smiling when Anakin let out a curious noise that belonged more to his canine forms than it did to his human form. “I know that we’ll be together when it does my mate.” He settled on, leaning in to peck Anakin on the nose.

Anakin stared at him, his eyes glistening in the dark and then he huffed. “Sweet talker. That’s what you are, distracting me with unsaid promises.” He grumbled even as he ducked down and tucked his head under Obi-Wan’s chin.

“Mmn, maybe,” Obi-Wan agreed, letting his hand slip under their blankets, tracing Anakin’s spine. “But you know its true, dear mate of mine, sweet one of my heart.” He murmured, chuckling softly when Anakin let out a low, happy whine.

He knew he rarely uttered any nicknames or had an easy time at speaking endearments, it just wasn’t the way he was.

But Obi-Wan knew that the times he did, Anakin adored it.

‘I don’t know what comes… but we’ll be together when it whatever it is does.’ Obi-Wan noted, nuzzling at Anakin’s blond curls. “Love you, dear one.” He whispered into the dark, feeling Anakin grip tightly around his waist, the pulse of the werewolf speeding up even as he remained silent.

Both equally apprehensive of what was on the horizon.

Ooh, KyberTears is all about the catharsis lately! The LITERAL burning those unwanted items of clothing was wonderful, and I snorted when they got caught. I’m so glad that Obi-Wan was excited, and that even though they WERE caught, his fun wasn’t ruined! Poor Anakin, caught in the middle like that – though he DID see the positive side, when it made Obi-Wan happy, so that was good!

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“Mighty kind of General Koon to come by, even if he didn’t put a stop to it all,” Cody stated easily, watching Ahsoka, Anakin and the ghost company that had finally come wander, the commander tilting his head with an amused air. “Even nicer that he brought all those bags of marshmallows for everyone.” He noted as Boil stuck his speared marshmallow into the fire to get it crispy and black.

Obi-Wan just snorted, resting his elbow on the arm of his hoverchair. “The moment Mace and Yoda saw us, I knew something like this was going to happen. It would be one of them at the very least.” He stated with a small, knowing if slightly bitter smile.

Raising his brow, looking down at the other, Cody let out a questioning noise, gently settling his hand on the Jedi’s shoulder when Obi-Wan didn’t respond, the sheen of his freckles flickering a bit. “…Sir?” He questioned a tad more softly.

“…Did you know I’m the youngest on the council?” Obi-Wan stated calmly, watching the others still, the fire from the burn can causing a flicker of light through his hair, his freckles almost looking red for a moment due to Ahsoka throwing some of the grass debris into the can to keep the fire going.

Shifting a bit closer to his General, Cody hesitated before reaching out and resting his hand on the others shoulder, feeling Obi-Wan tense up at the touch but relaxing seconds after. “I did actually. All troopers know their Jedi’s reputation and history pretty well, or as well as we can with the access we have.” He stated softly, glancing to find the others focused on their marshmallow burning, Anakin mockingly threatening Ahsoka with one on fire.

That had Obi-Wan chuckling, quieter than before his captivity but still a laugh. “Should have known,” He glanced up at Cody, smiling wryly. “You troopers are nothing if not fastidious.” Obi-Wan hummed.

The words were calm but Cody could feel almost feel the tremble in his voice and noticed both Anakin and Ahsoka glancing their way. “Sir?” He whispered.

Obi-Wan shifted his stumps on the hoverchair seat, staring at them. “…As the youngest, they sometimes feel… responsible for me. And guilty for pushing so much onto my shoulders. It can be… stifling,” He sighed deeply, shifting his stumps on the chair. “Particularly when I’m injured.”

Blinking, Cody stared at him before moving until he was standing in front of his General. He knelt down, grasping both of Obi-Wan’s hands while peering up at him, smiling slightly at the obvious surprise on the Jedi’s face. “Being the youngest can be a pain the shebs.” Cody rubbed his thumbs over Obi-Wan’s knuckles.

Obi-Wan let out a low noise, blinking tiredly back at him even as a small smile twisted his lips.

“Family is just like that sometimes,” Cody continued, rubbing slowly, tracing over freckles and scars, inwardly noting the feel of calluses against his own skin. Sometimes, knowing that his Jedi wielded a weapon wasn’t the same as feeling the evidence. “Being the youngest can be hard but it doesn’t mean they consider you less capable, it just means that they were there when you needed a shoulder,” He continued peering up into Obi-Wan’s eyes. “And that they’re there when you fall down.” Cody raised Obi-Wan’s hand to his scar, resting it against his temple.

Obi-Wan stared at him for a long moment before huffing faintly, rubbing his fingers carefully over the once damaged but healed skin. “Sounds like you’re talking from experience Cody.” Obi-Wan smiled.

Snorting faintly, leaning into the hand on his scar, Cody smiled faintly. “Jango trained my batch hard, I still don’t know why he picked my batch or why he singled me out… but it was enough for the others to close rank, Wolffe, Bly and the others pulled me back up every time I fell down.” He shrugged slightly.

Rubbing slowly, Obi-Wan pursed his lips before sighing and smiling slightly. “You… have a point. I just can’t help but feel…” He trailed off.

“Insufficient,” Cody continued, pressing his free hand over Obi-Wan’s to the side of his head, rubbing the knuckles of the other still. “Lacking… I know that feeling too sir. I’ve been feeling it a lot lately…” He swallowed thickly before letting out a heavy breath.

“Cody.” Obi-Wan let out a protesting noise before going quiet when Cody shook his head without letting go of Obi-Wan’s hands.

“No. If you’re allowed to feel that way about your perceived losses, then so am I,” Cody said seriously. “Because General, your losses are my losses too. As much as you and General Skywalker are a team, so are we and… permission to speak freely sir?” Cody hesitated.

Swallowing thickly, staring at Cody, Obi-Wan gave a small nod. “Of course, always Cody.” He whispered.

Pulling their combined hands close, Cody held eye contact with Obi-Wan. “There is nowhere I wouldn’t go where you lead Obi-Wan, I would walk into hell with you. I would storm the gates of whatever fortress you wanted torn down at a word before this happened.”

Keeping eye contact with the Jedi, he could see them go wide in shock but Cody wasn’t done speaking. “You are still the strongest person in my life, that strength hasn’t left you even if you’ve fallen and I will be there when you realize it Obi-Wan,” He whispered fiercely, all too aware that his next words would be treasonous should the wrong words hear them. “I would kill anyone you asked me to, lords and kings and the Chancellor himself at your order. Because you are my General and I will have no other lead me or my vode.” Cody stated, pressing his lips to Obi-Wan’s knuckles.

Obi-Wan’s eyes remained wide before they narrowed, a small, hiccuping noise escaping him as his eyes watered, his hand falling from Cody’s scar.

The noise had Cody shooting to his feet regardless, fumbling before reaching out and hugging the Jedi tightly to him just as he had back in the Jedi healing Hall. “Its alright General. Its alright, we’re all waiting on you,” Cody murmured, a promise in his voice as he swept his hand over the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, feeling Obi-Wan press his face into Cody’ s stomach. “We’ll be your shield and your sword when you’re ready.” He whispered, feeling Obi-Wan quivering into him.

So Kyber Tears, you mentioned burning the leggings and underwear. We need to see the ceremonial burning. Seems like a great way to lift Obi’s spirits… especially if they get caught doing it.🤣

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If Anakin really thought that Obi-Wan had been joking about the leggings and underwear, he had been for a rather amusing surprise a few hours later when Obi-Wan had outright gone digging through the cloth hamper for the items in question.

The entire room had gone quiet when Obi-Wan had come back from the fresher, the items on his lap and a determined look on his face, explaining that, yes, he was totally going to burn these items and no one would be able to stop him.

Cody had just looked amused as he stood up from the couch and trailed over to his General, Ahsoka gleefully clapping her hands and the rest of the Ghost company were of no help, chanting ‘fire, fire, fire’ as Anakin tried to talk Obi-Wan out of burning the leggings.

“Oh come on Obi-Wan, we still have more food and I can make a fresh pot of tea for you!” Anakin pleaded with the other as Obi-Wan hovered towards the door. Honestly, he had hoped to just relax after coming home from the Rotunda, the committee’s constant questioning making him tired.

Hell, Yoda had looked asleep when they finally let Anakin go and Kit had actually looked envious for a few seconds when Anakin had glanced back.

He had honestly been smug about getting to leave when the council was being kept by the committee investigating Palpatine’s death and had just wanted to spend time with his family!

Obi-Wan however had other plans, seeming to still have some energy after the bath and the hours being together with Ghost company.

“I am burning these sterile monstrosities and you are not stopping me Anakin Skywalker!” Obi-Wan called back, the door flashing open for him.

Cursing, Anakin hurried to the door, pulling his slippers off and his boots on, slower than Cody as and Ahsoka as the former just had to remove the caps Anakin had insisted the other wear over his boots to enter and Ahsoka just ran out on bare feet.

Rushing after them, Anakin called out. “Hold the elevator!” And still he barely managed to catch up to the three, Ahsoka bouncing gleefully. “You’re washing your feet before you’re allowed back in the quarters again.” Anakin wheezed at his padawan.

“Oh come on Skyguy, loosen up!” Ahsoka laughed, hipchecking her master with a bright smile. “Its not like its any harm in master Obi-Wan burning them, its just medical scrub.” She teased.

Rubbing at the back of his neck, Anakin glanced at his master before deciding to just shut up. He hadn’t seen Anakin this excited since long before his abduction and captivity, there was almost a childish sort of glee in his eyes.

Far be for Anakin to be the one to piss on that parade, even if burning the underwear and leggings was a bit odd.

‘He has been cooped up for a while in the Halls, to the point the leggings and underwear smells of it I guess… and he wasn’t wrong that no one could use the leggings… maybe its a cathartic thing?’ Anakin mused to himself. “Okay, I have only one question, where in the world are we burning these things?” He asked with resignation in his voice.

Only the twinkle in his eyes and the amusement in the Force from him told any different story.

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka shot him a knowing, amused look while Cody just rolled his eyes, ignoring the two knights and a padawan that stepped into the elevator one floor down. “Gardens.” Obi-Wan answered simply, the pile on his lap quite clearly seen.

He wasn’t even trying to hide them.

Blinking slowly, Anakin nodded to the two knights, vaguely remembering seeing them before even as he decided not to question why the gardens of all places.

It became a lot clearer when he saw the bin Obi-Wan was dragging out with the Force from one of the many gardeners sheds in the closest part of the gardens they had access to.

Apparently the gardeners had to burn certain plants due to how they breed if you didn’t carefully remove all of it and just used the ashes for fertilization later on as ashes could be very useful for fertile growing.

So apparently Obi-Wan had a plan with his clothes burning and a safe place to do it.

‘I mean, when doesn’t Obi-Wan have a plan?’ Anakin mused a tad tiredly as he watched his former master gleefully dump the two cloth items into the durasteel can for burning. ‘Its just that the plans usually don’t survive first contact.’ He rubbed the back of his neck before snorting when Obi-Wan started looking around for something to set the can on fire with.

Thankfully, Cody had that covered with a lighter.

Apparently some of the 212th and fellow command had a smoking habit and Cody, enjoying not having grouchy, smoke addicted brothers without their fix.

Which was how they got the clothing items on fire and apparently, they burned pretty well for being fabric.

Disturbingly well honestly if Anakin was being honest as they practically lit up with only a touch of fire.

“Huh… that was… fast.” Ahsoka noted, blinking heavily, her lekkus twitching with her surprise.

“Yeah… are they suppose to… I mean, that can’t be right?” Anakin noted.

Snorting deeply, leaning back in his hoverchair, Obi-Wan gave them a lazy look. “Its thin fibrous material, practically gauze, it lights up pretty we-” He shut his mouth, looking behind Anakin and Ahsoka and beside Obi-Wan, Cody had gone tense and slightly wide eyed.

A bad feeling in his stomach, Anakin slowly turned around, his eyes bugging out slightly as master Windu and Yoda stood behind him with his arms crossed over his chest, the master of the order brows raised high while the old goat looked like he was asleep.

“Masters!” He squeaked. “I-I thought you were all still at the Rotunda!” Anakin swallowed thickly, aware that it was way too late to hide what they were doing.

Windu somehow managed to raise his brows even further up on his head and if he did that any further, they’d be up on his scalp Anakin was sure.

He opened his mouth then closed it before slowly shaking his head. “Second hand, I don’t want to know… Obi-Wan, come by for tea when you have the time… but don’t tell me what the kark you’re all up to.” The man stated tiredly, grabbing the hover platform and dragging it along as Yoda let out a deep snore.

The four man strong group stared after the two masters before slowly exchanging looks, all four of them going from bemused to snorting to laughing outright and if Anakin’s laugh was slightly hysterical… well, no one made a notice.

‘Caught in the act of burning clothes, at least it wasn’t Che!’ Anakin thought to himself, wheezing as he rested his hands on his thighs.

But… well, it was nice to hear Obi-Wan laugh.

So maybe getting caught was worth it.