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omg i just read through your FloralSkin prompts,,,would you write any more? maybe post-Hardeen or Kadavo?

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Rubbing his hands together to warm the oil, Anakin glanced at his soulmate only to let out an amused noise at the nervous look Rex was shooting him, the captain sitting on Anakin’s bunk with half of his blacks stripped down to his waist, armor on the desk in the corner. “Its just oil Rex, nothing else. Its not flammable or acidly in nature, just slippery and safe for skin and for cybernetic.” He teased gently.

Having Obi-Wan back where he belonged, sleeping on the Resolute with Cody was doing a lot for Anakin’s nerves, feeling his fuzzy, sleep saturated Force signature from further down the hall.

Obi-Wan had clearly known that and had opted to travel with the Resolute instead of the Negotiator thankfully, his face now turned back to his own along with his voice.

Utterly hairless.

Apparently the nanotech didn’t work well with hair so Obi-Wan had been shaved everywhere.

Anakin tried not to think too hard about that but he was utterly bemused by the sight of Obi-Wan’s bald head and cheeks.

He looked so young under all that hair, it was just surprising and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

Cody hadn’t either and had spent three minutes staring at Obi-Wan before gingerly rubbing at his face and scalp, Obi-Wan utterly amused as he allowed it as he was being looked over by Kix.

Anakin lowkey suspected Kix of slipping Obi-Wan a relaxant with how fast he was asleep but wasn’t about to call the medic out on it if he had. No, Anakin was going to enjoy having his master back and Rex on his bunk thank you very much.

“Well, I have never had a massage.” Rex huffed slightly, clearly wondering what he had gotten talked into.

Rolling his eyes, Anakin shifted closer and put his hand on gloriously warm skin, not for the first time wishing he had two flesh hands as the mech hand didn’t work so well for sensory stuff.

But at least it had the strength, and more than needed strictly speaking, to work out kinks.

He felt Rex tense under the initial touch only to let out a surprised noise.

“See?” Anakin murmured more softly, working his hands over the warm, dark skin that shone with the addition of the oil. “Its not so bad.” He hummed quietly, smiling as he took in the flowers spread over the others skin.

It always amazed him to see the marks of beauty that responded to the scars on his own body.

Marks of beauty coming from his own hurts.

“Well, ‘xcuse me for not knowing what a massage is, longnecks aren’t exactly known for their clone rights you know.” Rex muttered almost sleepily, arching his shoulders into the touch.

Not for the first time, Anakin want to burn down all of Kamino and seeing as how it was a water planets with rain most of the time, that would be hard.

But not impossible.

He could at least burn down the facilities.

Oh that sounded like a good idea.

He pushed the idea away and instead breathed out through his nose before leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to Rex neck. “Well, good thing you’re here then…” He whispered quietly, his hands slowly ghosting to the front of Rex, fingertips gently teasing along ribs until he could rest his hands on the others stomach.

Pillowing his head on Rex shoulder, Anakin breathed out steadily, ignoring the fragrant oil he was getting on his tunic as Rex rested his own hand over Anakin’s own. Gently, Rex thumb stroked over his knuckles.

“Yeah…here with you.” Rex quietly agreed, rubbing slowly, tracing a small ivy over the back of Anakin’s hand.

Nuzzling into him, Anakin held on tightly as he breathed out deeply.

Ani and Obi talk in Mer Song!!

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The other mer’s name was Obi-Wan and the sun made his hair shine like metal ore, beautiful and precious.

He came from the North just like Anakin thought.

He liked crabs and mackerel, he could hunt and fight, fend for himself and didn’t need an alpha to guard him.

He made beautiful blankets, weaved with colorful shells and shiny stones and pearls to weigh them down to wrap around oneself.

Anakin liked Obi-Wan.

He was not just beautiful and an omega but he was also fierce.

That was what Anakin liked.

He wanted someone to be his equal after all and Obi-Wan would certainly be that. It wouldn’t be just Anakin as a provider but Obi-Wan too, the only thing that separated Anakin and Obi-Wan as omega and alpha would be that Obi-Wan could carry young.

That was all.

Obi-Wan could carry their pups.

Pups that would be healthy and strong, that could get either of their coloration and be beautiful and Anakin would love them as long as they were healthy babies.

And even if they weren’t healthy, he’d still love them and protect them and make sure all their pod makes would protect them too.

Obi-Wan wasn’t as fast as Anakin, but he was just as strong as the two had found out when they had play wrestled, the two coming out even in strength as they panted and laughed happily, showing each other how their tails and upper bodies flexed.

Obi-Wan was also smart, sitting on the sandbank, their fins lightly brushing against each other as they spoke, Anakin felt like he was reaching far above himself and yet he was being responded so favorably that he couldn’t help but want Obi-Wan.

Talking about their likes and their dislikes, talking about humans and the worry about them, talking about their pods though not in details in case their courting fell through…

They spoke with each other, shared about themselves with the other until the moon came up on the sky, the sun long ago having set and Anakin could feel the chill of the night settling into the ocean currents, the currents shifting directions several times as Obi-Wan clearly became more comfortable in the cooler environment.

Until a sharp whistling call echoed, both Anakin and Obi-Wan pausing at the sound to look towards the noise. “…That’s my clan mate,” Anakin sighed deeply, turning his head back to Obi-Wan, watching as realization along with a small flush crossed the others pale face. “I need to return home.”

The two stared at each other for a long moment, neither wanting Anakin to leave. “You should go.” Obi-Wan whispered as another, sharper sound echoed.

Frustrated but knowing he had to return home, especially as Rex call was coming closer, Anakin nodded. “Will you be safe, where are you sleeping?” Anakin glanced about, biting his lips.

The silver mer’s bioluminescent lit up as the other looked up, a brief frown crossing his face.

Then he smiled and turned back to Anakin, fins fluttering. “I’ll bunk up in the ship over there for a night, we talked so long that I didn’t… I mean, I haven’t…” He flushed darkly.

Anakin flushed with him, a goofy smile crossing his face even as he disliked the idea of Obi-Wan having to bunk in one of the human vessels.

He hated humans, though at least it would be safer than sleeping out in the open. “I’ll come find you tomorrow then…” Anakin shifted up, grunting when Rex sharp thrill echoed even louder and closer than before, looking longingly at Obi-Wan, wishing he could take the redhead back to the clan.

Before he could do anything, Obi-Wan darted up and rubbed their noses together tenderly, escaping Anakin before he could return the favor, leaving the darker mer behind frozen, eyes wide with a grin growing on his face that only got broken as Rex sharp, whistling thrill broke him

“Ugh, fine, fine.” He grunted, glancing back to where he could see Obi-Wan’s purple light, thrilling sharply back to tell Rex that he was coming.

But he would be back.

He would be back for this omega, this future mate he hoped to have.

Beautiful and powerful Obi-Wan, the scent of his fertility in his nose as he swam in Rex direction to throttle him.

Can we see more of AWOL!Jedi, please? :) It’s my favorite story of yours! Maybe Anakin arriving and being greeted by Obi-Wan and the others? (I need comfort in this story. D:) I’d be happy with any sort of continuation! (Btw, since Anidala has broken up (kinda, will soon probably) and I feel like you hinted a lot at Rex missing Anakin (and Ahsoka), is it possible to bring in some RexAni?)

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The trip takes a good week.

Anakin doesn’t… quite mind.

Travel is just like that and he can’t really make the ship go any faster or suggest any alternative routes due to not knowing where they are going. And they do make a side trip that delights him as they pick up a very familiar togruta.

Sitting down to catch up with her, a baby in each lap, is the highlight of the week and the rest of the travel isn’t as bad as Anakin gets to spar with his former padawan and Ahsoka gets to coo over Luke and Leia.

By the time they land at wherever they are going, Ahsoka has firmly bonded with the kids and are now Auntie Ahsoka.

Their badass auntie as she says, grinning with the light flashing of her fangs.

Both are in the cockpit with the pilot, Leia and Luke babbling to each other in the hovercarriage and their bags settled in the seats of the cockpit, as they come in for landing, everything lush and green as they approach the buildings that show signs of how new they are.

They had already been given a landing berth, a trooper giving them directions before shutting down as the pilot took the scenic route for them to see the capitol of Vercopa.

There were a lot of buildings, the stirrings of a proper city in the making clearly seen.

But in the middle of everything is clearly a Jedi temple.

Brand new, built with duracrete and plaster as they build ever upwards but clearly designed to look like a smaller Coruscant temple with five towers, one suited in the middle and ranging higher than almost everything else.

“I didn’t think they’d get this far in this short of a time span.” Ahsoka marveled, blinking.

“Millions of clones, all of them hardworking people as we well know…” Anakin mused. “Mixed with the surviving Jedi using their abilities and I guess that all speeds it up.” He noted.

He hadn’t missed the sights of what were clearly farms further from what was the capitol with the Jedi temple.

They looked quite fertile but clearly closed in by forest.

If Anakin was to take a guess, the Jedi were trying not to cut down too much to preserve the nature around it. ‘I wonder if they’ll do a garden here in the temple too or stick with what they have in the wild…’ Anakin mused quietly to himself, a part of him missing the massive gardens with all its flora and fauna.

The ship landed with a small thump on the landing pad, a trooper waving them in before giving a bright wave.

It suddenly occurred Anakin that what remained of the 501st would be here and his breath hitched.

“Skyguy?” A gentle hand resting on his forearm broke him out of the swift panic he had and he swallowed heavily, shifting to look at his former padawan. “You okay?” She questioned with a small frown.

“…Rex and the others might be here.” He whispered and understanding and some panic flashed in her eyes.

It had been so long since either of them had seen their troopers and the prospect of seeing them now…

Squaring her shoulders, Ahsoka let out a deep breath. “One hurdle at a time Anakin. Master Obi-Wan first.” She stated, the two moving to grab their things and the kids.

Excited, Luke cooed up at them and then stuck his hand in his mouth with Leia clearly wanting to one up her brother and stuffing her foot, as much as she could, into her own mouth.

The sight of Luke with his hand in his mouth and Leia trying to eat her own foot broke Anakin’s panic, snorting slightly as they made their way to the ramp the pilot was announcing he was lowering.

Fresh, unrecycled, natural air flushed in and the babies both sat up in surprise, making hiccuping noises as the sun shone in and then down on them, natural light after a week on a ship and being used to Curscant. It was an utterly new world for the twins and they were curious.

Anakin however paused as he saw an all too familiar shape standing on the landing pad, not far from the ramp with a trooper in yellow and white beside him.

Anakin didn’t think.

He dropped the handles of the carrier, the hovercarrier coming to a natural halt as Anakin ran down the ramp in the exact time Obi-Wan lurched forward from his own space.

No hesitation, only need as they crashed together, meeting in the middle at the end of the ramp with arms wrapping tightly around each other.

Anakin knew he must be lifting Obi-Wan off the ground but the other made no complaint, only held on tightly.

He could hear Obi-Wan’s breath hitching, as if he was fighting tears and realized he was already crying as he buried his face in Obi-Wan’s shoulder, the familiar smell of tea, detergent and Obi-Wan hitting him.

Hiccuping hard, Anakin tightened his hug into something he knew must be uncomfortable and yet being unable to ease it. “I-I’m home Obi-Wan.” He choked out.

Fingers threaded through his curls as their Force bond came alive with closeness. “Welcome home, Anakin,” Obi-Wan choked out in return, the two sinking onto their knees together at the end of a ramp in the middle of the Jedi’s new home. “Welcome home dear one.”

Oh please tell me we’re getting garandpa dooku in life in music?

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Now, Obi-Wan had meet a lot of Jedi lately.

A lot of masters and knights that wanted to be his masters and had tried to impress him as much as possible.

Some were the spacer kinds, some were rough around the edges so to speak, some were refined, graceful, polite, Shadows, undercover agents, hunters and so on and so forth.

Every brand and race the Jedi had to boast of in their numbers.

And yet, Obi-Wan could safely say that he had never seen one like Yan Dooku.

He wasn’t unique because he was a master.

He was certainly not unique because he was a human, there were a thousand humans in the order, some baseline and some not.

He was not unique in his slightly darkened Force aura, there were members like Mace Windu and others who had that.

And there were others again that carried the same refinement and grace that Yan Dooku had.

No, what made Yan Dooku unique…

Was the way he looked at Obi-Wan and meant it.

The way he actually welcomed Obi-Wan to his lineage, wasn’t upset that he hadn’t been picked and was quite willing to kick his own former padawan’s arse if he didn’t treat Obi-Wan well.

Obi-Wan could safely say that he might actually be able to trust Yan Dooku, even should he displease him.

And that was a new thing.

Outside of a very few selective crechemasters, Obi-Wan would not say he trusted adults all that much.

And even Qui-Gon was someone he was a bit leery of at times.

He was quite aware of his master’s past and reputation thank you very much and he was worried the other would suddenly decide that having a padawan was not for him.

Another point in the master’s favor was that he had not once during the meal he had invited both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to, asked about Obi-Wan’s peculiar ability.

He had asked about Obi-Wan’s skills in general, had asked for Obi-Wan’s grades, his studies and so on and forth.

But never once about his ability within music.

Or well, he had asked what instruments Obi-Wan could play and if he had ever played the Horizons of Kabal, a demanding violin based song that featured in a musical from Mon Cala.

But that hadn’t been about the ability Obi-Wan had discovered and more about his prowess as a musician.

He couldn’t, just so that was known, which was why Yan had offered to take him see the musical and hear it for himself.

Well, Qui-Gon needed to know Obi-Wan’s ability, as his master, he needed to know so how to help him train for the future, he got a pass on asking about Obi-Wan’s skills and understanding of his own ability.

It was different with the older man.

Yan Dooku didn’t want to know because he was going to train him or wanted to, he wanted to know Obi-Wan’s skill with violin for normal music reasons.

It made Obi-Wan feel oddly touched and he was looking forward to the musical master Yan wanted to take him to.

Clearly, Qui-Gon knew that, considering he spent most of the conversation lightly smiling over the table at Obi-Wan while rolling his eyes as Yan bemoaned his padawan lack of refinement, Qui-Gon preferring to run of with the locals, get shitting drunk and have a hoedown apparently.

The image of the two made Obi-Wan grin as Qui-Gon lightly ribbed his old master and Yan ribbed him right back in their own way.

He wanted what Qui-Gon and Yan had, he hoped he could have this kind of master and padawan experience.

Hi Moody, hope you’re doing alright with lock down and everything. What’s going on in light through the cracks? How’s Obi-Wan progressing and please tell me that someone has realised/prevented palatine from interacting with anakin or something?

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“Obi-Wan!”

Head snapping up from the text he had been reading, Obi-Wan’s eyes widened in surprise as his padawan was standing in the doorway one moment and the next moment he was on his feet, Anakin crashing into his him.

The two tumbled back onto the bed, Anakin’s arm wrapped tightly around his waist and Obi-Wan’s wrapped around the small body as he hefted him up to hold on.

He barely noticed Plo entering and closing the door, simply held onto his boy.

His padawan.

Force he had missed his padawan so much, he hadn’t realized just how much he missed him.

Shuddering, Obi-Wan nuzzled into the short spikes of the others hair, ignoring how the pad was now trapped beneath his body as he focused on the feel, scent and sensation in the Force of Anakin, of his padawan in his arms.

‘I’m not going to cry, I’m not going to cry…’ Obi-Wan clenched his eyes shut, feeling how his eyes were watering as he clung to the blond in his arms.

He failed when Anakin let out a small hiccuping sob, starting to cry into the others hair as he levered Anakin up until the boy was resting his face in the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck, feeling the wet, warm tears soaking into his neck.

It opened up his own waterworks as he cried. “Its okay Anakin, its okay padawan, I’m here, I’m here Anakin.” He choked out, rocking the boy slowly as he held him, feeling the small fists holding onto Obi-Wan’s soft tunic.

He could feel Plo, monitoring the two and yet he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“I missed you so much Obi-Wan.” Anakin hiccuped into his skin.

Rubbing the others spine in uneven circles, Obi-Wan gave a wet laugh. “I missed you too kiddo. I didn’t know how much I missed you but oh, did I ever miss you.” He confessed. A burst of joy echoed in the Force, Obi-Wan unable to feel it in their bond and yet he could feel it in the Force.

That was enough and Obi-Wan pushed back from him enough to give him a watery smile, gently drying Anakin’s face with his hands.

Anakin gave his own giant smile back, despite crying. “You look better. You’re not as pale or gaunt.” He sniffled, snot beneath his nose.

Huffing faintly, drying Anakin’s face tenderly, Obi-Wan gave a small shrug. “The council has been looking after me as best they can. And… and I’m trying.” He added.

Trying for his friends, trying for Anakin.

Trying to better, trying to recover.

And having Anakin here in front of him, in his Force muted room, the literal sun Anakin was…

Looking away from Anakin for a bit, Obi-Wan nodded to Plo. “Thank you…” He stated quietly.

Nodding, Plo settled down in the armchair of the room, his mask echoing slightly as he took a deep breath. “Of course, your recovery is coming along well and you’ve been having a good period. Anakin visiting would only be good for you.” The kel dor smiled at the two humans.

It was good for Anakin too Obi-Wan would guess.

Smiling back, the redhead turned back to Anakin, stroking his flushed, tanned cheek. “How about you tell me what you’ve been up to, what you’re learning?” He encouraged quietly, settling in with the boy on his lap to hear.

He wanted to know everything.

And Anakin wanted to tell him everything.

By the time Anakin had run out of things to tell him, three hours, evening meal had come and four bottles of water had been consumed, the two eating together for the first time in weeks.

It was only once Anakin’s eyes were starting to droop that Plo softly stated it was time to leave, Anakin clinging to Obi-Wan.

“Could…” Obi-Wan hesitated, Plo pausing to listen. “Could I walk Anakin to where he is sleeping?” He finally whispered, staring up at the man with Anakin in his arms still, holding around him.

Plo stroked his chin, slowly, clearly eyeing Obi-Wan.

It would be the first time in two months that Obi-Wan had left the Halls.

So far he had only been in his room, the treatment room of the healers and the garden attached to the Halls where patients were encouraged to go for fresh air and meditation.

“…As long as you are wearing your muffling armband and are escorted back, I see no issue with that.” Plo finally decided, chuckling faintly as Obi-Wan stood with Anakin in his arms, intent on carrying the boy.

Just a few more minutes with Anakin.

Obi-Wan didn’t care if he had to walk naked back and forth, the muffling band and company to keep an eye on him were the easiest of terms to accept.

Can we see more of Obi-Wan and Anakin in Babyface? Like Ani trying to help him learn to walk again

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Scowling at the air, Anakin slowly and carefully unclenched his hands.

There was a time when speaking with the Chancellor had been one of his favorite things, how the man just seemed to understand and never scolded Anakin, only sought to understand and make Anakin feel better. How the man never made Anakin feel powerless or helpless or stupid, no, the Chancellor only made him happy or tried to at least.

How those memories had soured.

Anakin hated the man.

Palpatine had been trying to lie to him from the moment they had rescued Obi-Wan, telling Anakin there was nothing he could do to get them help.

That the Council had rejected the aid, that the Senate didn’t want to spare the troopers for it.

Bantha Shit.

There was a time Anakin might have believed him but Padme had been kind enough to send him the transcripts.

Anakin knew the truth.

Palpatine, his old friend, hadn’t been willing to help Obi-Wan.

Shaking himself, as if he was a wet dog, Anakin took a deep breath through his nose and forced his calm.

He couldn’t let his darker emotions swallow him, not at the current moment.

Obi-Wan and the teens in particular due to their lack of training and mental shields were in a fragile condition as it was, Anakin being a giant arse was not going to help them even though he wanted to rage.

Turning on his heel, Anakin left the comm room, his robe flaring dramatically without anyone seeing it as he fled the room.

This was the last place he needed to be.

Mostly due to him having seen Palpatine in holo form and the memory made him want to rage.

No, what he needed to do, needed to be… was in the medbay.

And that was where he was going to go.

The bridge didn’t need him at all, they were switching hyperlanes to get to Coruscant after all and Gregor and Rex were hyper competent.

Anakin trusted them to get the Negotiator and the Resolute home, Ahsoka simply surveying things.

So to Obi-Wan he went.

Most of the teens had their privacy screens up though when Anakin walked by he could see that they were either resting, cuddling with each other or fiddling with a pad as he crossed past the opening to their beds privacy screens, but all of them looked up when he passed, initially tense before relaxing when they saw who it was.

A learned response after weeks and months of captivity.

It would take time for them to unlearn that behavior if they ever did and Anakin’s heart bleed for them, he knew slaves who never managed to get out of certain behaviors when they were free, ticks you could tell that once they had been slaves. He shook that thought once more as he instead rounded the privacy screen of Obi-Wan’s bed to find the man sitting on the edge of his medbed, Cody asleep in the bed.

Considering the commander’s nose was scrunched up and flopped out in a searching motion, it was clear Obi-Wan only just sat up.

The two Jedi gave each other startled looks.

“Before you say anything,” Obi-Wan raised his hands, his bare, bandaged feet swinging lightly above the slippers. “I need to use the fresher.” He murmured softly, keeping his voice low as he didn’t want his words to carry in the mostly quiet medbay.

The teens would surely hear him if he was any louder, the two quite able to hear the pads of the ones watching shows or playing games and the low murmur of some of the talking.

Moving closer to the medbed, Anakin raised his hand to the others hair then paused, waiting until Obi-Wan nodded.

Gently stroking the others hair out of his face, Anakin shook his head slowly. “You know you’re not suppose to walk around without help, your balance is fucked.” He stated quietly. He extremely aware of Obi-Wan’s independence streak that bordered on harmful thank you very much, it was why he often kept tabs on his former master when the man was injured and Obi-Wan, due to the condition of his feet and body, fell without support.

Kix did not have crutches at the current moment for him to use, something about the inventory not being stocked right, something Anakin would fix once they were on Coruscant if he so had to go and buy the crutches and anything else Kix needed himself.

Giving a shaky sigh, Obi-Wan leaned into the friendly touch with a defeated expression, for someone as wholly independent to Obi-Wan, the situation was abhorrent, he knew he needed help, knew he was in the medbay for a reason and yet he still wanted to do his own things.

Then it brightened a bit much to Anakin’s surprise.

Glancing up through his lashes, Obi-Wan grasped Anakin’s mech arm. “Then its a good thing you’re here, yes?” He murmured, Cody muttering behind him on the bed and pulling the blankets more around himself.

There was a pause, mostly due to surprise before Anakin’s face transformed into a small smile, the blond nodding. “Yeah… long as you can handle me seeing you hobble around.” He teased quietly.

To his delight, Obi-Wan sniggered quietly. “Oh, considering I once saw you hobble like an old man on Felucia, I don’t mind.” He teased back.

Delight at the banter, Anakin playfully flickered Obi-Wan’s nose as he pulled the redhead up with his mech arm. “Oi, I fell of the swoop and landed on my back.” He playfully pouted, Obi-Wan swaying slightly as he clung to Anakin’s arm.

With babysteps, they started making their way to the fresher, the two bantering quietly with each other, relief echoing in Anakin every time Obi-Wan took a little dig at him.

It was amazing to hear his master sass him again. ‘Who’d have thought I’d end up missing it…’ Anakin mused as he escorted Obi-Wan by being his cane.

For Distant Pain, yayyayayayayayay Obi getting closer to the vode! Even though I’m on the edge of my seat for more ‘mysterious past’, right now having Obi healing is so nice and cathartic. Would any of these scenarios strike your fancy? 1. Obi meeting Zuru (who is BEST brother) 2. Obi in the cuddle puddle 3. Obi finding a vode to help him finish his tattoo?? No pressure, and thanks so much again for all sharing your beautiful writing!!

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Eyes closed, Obi-Wan continued to breath slowly in through his nose and out of his mouth, feeling more comfortable than he could remember being in years as he laid between two warm bodies on his left side.

At least while sober.

But that wasn’t something he was going to admit where anyone, especially the ones he was with now, could hear him.

‘Joining the vode cuddle puddle was the best idea ever and I am going to buy Rex, Zuru and Dogma something very nice once I’m at shore to thank them.’ Obi-Wan sleepily thought as Zuru nuzzled sleepily into Obi-Wan’s stomach.

Dogma had suited himself at Obi-Wan’s back, being a barrier for the Jedi between the door, as if he needed to reassure himself that Obi-Wan was safe somehow and didn’t trust anyone else to do it. Maybe a subconscious thing, because Obi-Wan had noted that he had waited until both he and Zuru was laying before he took his position.

The man had instantly spooned Obi-Wan, his arm coming protectively down around both Obi-Wan and Zuru and by the way Zuru was quietly making noises at time, Obi-Wan would guess that the pilot was being petted or head rubbed slightly.

Zuru had always enjoyed hair play, something Obi-Wan had found out in the first month of him and Zuru working together as they curled up together to conserve heat and, if Obi-Wan was honest, prevent the loneliness that he could feel setting into both of their bones.

The pilot had yet to develop shields or learning how to not project into the Force around a Jedi, so it was easy to read him without even trying back then.

Rex had also joined their cuddle puddle, sitting with Obi-Wan’s head resting in his lap, his fingers running through the un-gelled hair, leaving it soft and clean for the captain’s touch.

He’d felt a bit self-conscious to begin with when Rex had started but then the man had started alternating between running his fingers through the hair and then gently scratching at Obi-Wan’s scalp with blunt fingernails.

Heaven on earth, Obi-Wan had to bite in a moan even as he felt someone, Fives he thought, settle with his head resting on Obi-Wan’s left thigh, using it as a pillow since Obi-Wan’s legs were slightly spread.

The entire room had been covered in what looked like thin mats that were shockingly comfortable, what looked like every pillow and blanket not in the medbay and a few blowup mattresses for those that had bad backs or injuries.

And there were a few, who were recovering.

The entire room was full of everyone not on duty and yet it was so quiet and calming, the utter serenity and quiet joy of the room soaking into Obi-Wan’s very being, being part of why he was so comfortable.

The sensation of life and yet contentedness of a room full of people that adored each other and just wanted everyone to be happy…

If Obi-Wan was to say that Jedi had any drugs, it would be this.

A Jedi could get high of these sensations and emotions.

He made a low noise as he felt who he thought was Fives shift a bit, feeling someone else join the vod and reached down to blindly pet the man until Fives settled with whoever had joined them.

If Obi-Wan was to make a guess, based simply on the Force sensation of the person, it was Echo.

But it could also be someone else honestly.

The sensations were making him high and therefore Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what was up and down at this point, only that he was utterly safe and utterly content, Dogma’s arm slung around him and resting on Zuru, Zuru’s arm around his waist and Rex hands in his hair.

And then Fives hands almost shyly joined in, gently petting at Obi-Wan’s calf.

If there were such a thing as a true heaven, Obi-Wan would be tempted to call the vode for it as the doors slid open and Cotton started to chirp at them, coming to join Obi-Wan and his cuddle puddle by laying out on the Jedi’s hip, a comforting and familiar weight.

Heaven.

So Qui brings Obi back to the Temple. How does Ani react? What rumors are going around in the Sith Temple? Has Palpatine noticed Obi’s presence in the world? Are there any Sith wanting Qui and Ani to make Obi fall in Candle in the Dark?

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He could have collapsed when the message came that Obi-Wan had been found and seeing him actually curled up in Qui-Gon’s arms, his face buried in the man’s neck and shoulder, Anakin feels like he can finally breath.

He doesn’t even care that he wasn’t the one to find their Obi-Wan, only that he is found and safe back in the temple as Qui-Gon carries him past the Sith watching from the entrance hall.

A dark glare from the master of the living dark Force kept anyone from interrupting his path though, everyone knew that pissing of Qui-Gon Jinn was a very bad idea as he could encourage weeds to grow in your drawers somehow, like the time he made poison ivy grow in Windu’s room.

And if he didn’t, he could make animals follow them and make dens in their quarters.

Or the memorable incident he made burrow insects make their home in Pong Krell’s arms when the man had tried to insult Anakin in front of Qui-Gon.

After that, no one tried to piss of Qui-Gon Jinn too much, lest he repeat his form for revenge.

Joining him, Anakin sent him a questioning look as he sent Obi-Wan a gently probing in the Force.

“I found him at a water plant, he was still in the middle of his blind panic.” Qui-Gon explained quietly, even as Obi-Wan sent a tired, yet somehow humiliated assurance in return.

Why Obi-Wan was humiliated Anakin had no idea, but he’d crush the throat of anyone that tried to humiliate their Jedi.

Instead of voicing that, Anakin simply sent his own assurance in return and a gentle caress through their Force bond.

He could almost feel it swell with tentative trust and comfort even as he took notice that Qui-Gon’s own bond seemed to have grown.

‘I’ll ask about that later.’ He noted to himself even as he stroked Obi-Wan’s hair, hissing when he saw blood on sleeve. “I have bacta in my room,” He stated quietly, glancing at Qui-Gon. “And bandages.” Anakin added.

That made his former master nod in approval. “Good, Obi-Wan has ripped up his sleeves.”

There was a little mumble against Qui-Gon’s neck from Obi-Wan at that as they stepped into the cooler hallway of the temple.

“What was that Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon shifted the other, pressing a quick kiss to his temple.

Anakin smothered his envy at that.

After all, Obi-Wan was theirs, not just his and he allowed Anakin much more than just the temple kisses after all. He shouldn’t be jealous.

Obi-Wan lifted his head, not by much, just enough to speak though it gave Anakin the view of his flushed face and the reddened eyes that indicated how he must have cried by how swollen they were. “I like this tunic. I need to apologize to Master Windu for ruining it.” He rasped out, going back to hiding against the Sith’s neck.

Exchanging a look, both equally amused, Qui-Gon and Anakin both chuckled lightly. “Mace would not care that you ruined it, only that you liked it. He might bring you more tunics of the same kind if he knew you approved of it such.” Qui-Gon noted, Anakin nodding enthusiastically.

Mentally however, he was making notes about the fact that Obi-Wan liked the tunic.

Was it the cut?

The fabric?

The style?

Regardless, it was something to make note of for future presents at least.

An embarrassed sort of denial rose in Obi-Wan at that though he didn’t voice it.

Their Jedi had a confidence issue that neither Sith liked.

They would work on it, they promised themselves and each other that as they entered their quarters. Anakin instantly made a beeline towards the kitchen to get a pot of tea brewing, pulling out the fancy tin of Stewjon sweet tea.

Qui-Gon on the other hand made his way to the fresher to clean Obi-Wan up, his humming echoing softly through the rooms as he did. If Anakin remembered right, that was a lullaby, he had faint memories of Qui-Gon singing it.

The scent of sweet tea filled the rooms, Obi-Wan’s tentative joy and comfort starting to fill their bonds as he was being pampered by the two Sith that loved him.

Their smol Obi-Wan.

Please more let me be smol. If you want. If not I love all you come out with.

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Teasing his fingertips through Obi-Wan’s hair as the Jedi curled into his chest, Cody smiled softly.

He loved it when they got days or nights like this, he wasn’t picky about the time of day as long as they got it.

Just time to rest, decompress and settle.

To be soft and slow and gentle with each other.

Not necessarily about sex, thought they had it this time.

Or lovemaking as Obi-Wan said and the first time the other had said it, flushing softly, Cody had both wanted to laugh and melt at the same time, endeared by the adorable way Obi-Wan called tender, soft sex for lovemaking instead of fucking as he wanted to laugh at the almost juvenile name

Love making, as Obi-Wan straddled his lap, Cody’s hands resting on Obi-Wan’s hip. Not guiding, but comforting with the need to touch as his head rested on the pillows of Obi-Wan’s bed in the temple.

Obi-Wan’s soft murmuring voice as he slowly rode Cody, his small, calloused hands resting on the commanders chest with his eyes switching between fluttering shut with pleasure and opening to watch Cody, his pale skin flushing a delightful pink, covering up the scars of his body as he started to glisten with sweat.

Little goddesses, Obi-Wan looked beautiful to Cody then, his hair sticking to his neck and forehead, nibbling on his kiss swollen lips while watching Cody with lidded eyes full of tenderness as he rose and fell steadily, taking Cody so beautifully deep inside of his body.

He loved this Jedi and he didn’t know how to tell the other as Obi-Wan whispered Force blessings he didn’t think Cody understood into his skin. Whispered about the love he had for Cody.

Jedi had a few courting rituals, not many, after all, they weren’t suppose to devote themselves to another person fully.

But they could love and they showed it in little gestures, words of protection, homemade trinkets.

They actually shared many courting gestures that the troopers themselves had, though in different forms as Cody knew that caring for each others blasters or cleaning armor wasn’t considered an intimate thing among Jedi.

But he knew the signs of courting all the same, the way Obi-Wan watched and listened to what Cody liked.

Like how Cody liked to be nibbled but not bitten, scratched but not bloody. How Cody liked to be told that he was one in a million.

And Obi-Wan obliged him with absolute certanity in his voice and eyes, eyes full of devotion that made Cody spin even as he knew that Obi-Wan didn’t fully belong to Cody.

Not yet, after the war.

So much would come after the war.

But Cody knew that after the war… he’d have Obi-Wan all for him, regardless of anything else.

And then there was what came after the lovemaking, the cuddling Cody would admit he had become addicted to.

The feel of Obi-Wan’s warm skin against his, his curious exploring fingers, the quiet pillow talk about anything and everything and his soft breath as he drowsed or fell asleep with their legs tangled together.

Once their orgasm had settled into their bones and they had cleaned off the sweat and taken a piss as the room aired out, they’d curl up in that same bed that smelled of sex and them, cuddling contently.

Soft, warm, comforting.

It was one of Cody’s favorite things as he cuddled Obi-Wan to his chest and played with the others hair, thoughtfully eyeing the red tresses as he ignored the slightly too high reddening mark that would sure to become a hickey Obi-Wan’s collar would not cover.

He had seen Obi-Wan’s hair prior to the clone wars in a holo.

It had been nice.

Made him curious if Obi-Wan would consider growing the length again.

He didn’t have to of course, Obi-Wan didn’t have to do anything. But Cody thought it looked lovely and if he was honest, he kept wondering how it would feel to use Obi-Wan’s hair as a handle during the rougher and kinkier times.

Would Obi-Wan like it?

His little size queen was a kinky sort and a little bit of pain was alright as long as it was mixed with pleasure.

It would be something to cautiously bring up, though Cody knew his love liked to be restrained and the hair would be more about using it as a ‘leash’ and less about pain.

The thought almost had him stirring again, twitching slightly against Obi-Wan’s hip until Cody firmly turned his thought away from it, thinking about Wolffe in a pink thong with the wolfpack as backup dancers as he sang, I’m sexy and I know it.

It worked decently and Cody pressed a soft kiss to the others forehead, smiling when Obi-Wan gave a sleepy, content hum.

Hi Maddy! I love your writing, you are one of my favourite fanfic writers! I was wonder if we could please have more shutmedown? Maybe some interactions between plo and Anakin. I love them as a master Padawan pair.

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Bouncing out of the classroom while raising his hands high over his head, Anakin beamed at his master. “I passed!” He crooned out gleefully before crossing the few short steps and right into Plo’s arms, the kel dor chuckling lightly as he hugged his padawan.

“Well done Anakin, I knew you could do it.” The man praised quietly, playfully pulling on the others braid before making a sweeping motion for the other to follow him.

‘Yeah, you were the only one.’ Anakin mentally noted, following Plo. Anakin wasn’t stupid, he knew that due to his ADHD, he had issues sitting still for long periods of time, especially when it came to things that didn’t interest him.

And while Anakin excelled in lightsaber, katas, mechanics, advanced math and even languages due to his interest and natural affinity in the latter, more theoretical subjects like deep meditation, spirit trials and the study of theological Force aspects.

And he also struggled with lessons like cultural norms of the galaxy.

He had been about eighty percent certain he was going to fail the stupid semester and have to retake it with a younger class, just like Fenarra had to with them.

The teacher too had been pretty certain, dropping clues on the things Anakin would have to restudy for the next semester.

But Obi-Wan had sat down with him after hearing from Plo that Anakin was failing, and quietly spoken with him, giving him tips and studying with Anakin.

It had been… nice.

Having someone on his own level, that understood that Anakin needed to move at times and also was helpful instead of annoyed.

A study partner to work with instead of Plo coming to work with him.

Not everyone of his fellow classmates understood his ADHD needs after all.

“Count Dooku and Obi-Wan are waiting on us,” Plo announced, his hand still resting on Anakin’s shoulder, breaking through the line of thought and he chuckled when Anakin looked up at him in surprise. “They wanted to celebrate your achievement. Obi-Wan, just like I, believed you’d pass and convinced Yan too make a reservation.” The man smiled softly behind his mask.

‘…Make that two people who believed in me then…’ Anakin flushed slightly, smiling at his feet as he followed Plo to the elevator. Then he blinked heavily. “Wait, are we going out? I thought Obi-Wan wasn’t allowed to go outside of the temple due to the threat to his life?’ He questioned curiously, the implication not lost on him that it sounded like they were going for a meal somewhere.

Humming faintly, Plo inclined his head to the two knights in the elevator before focusing on Anakin. “Yes, this is true and normally they would not. However, the council has agreed that as former Jedi, they are both allowed to retain their sabers on Coruscant with the temple taking responsibility for their usage. And with two additional Jedi going as their ‘guards’,” Here Plo made air qoutes, causing Anakin’s lips to twitch into a small smile. “Their security is assured. Not that we are going too far from the temple, I’m not sure where Yan has made reservation but knowing that man, it would be somewhere fancy.”

‘I hope they got kel dor paste then.’ Anakin noted, a bit amused before turning eager.

He couldn’t wait to see Obi-Wan if he was honest.

He owed it to him that he passed.

Well, technically he owed it to both Plo and Obi-Wan, but having someone to study with had been a game changer.

Especially since Obi-Wan never got frustrated with him and instead just quietly engaged Anakin in whatever activity or behavior he needed to remain focused on the large wads of text he had to go through.

Honestly, sometimes Anakin felt like Obi-Wan was a heaven sent to him during these times.

It almost made him wonder, guiltily so, what having the man as a master would have been like.

Not that he’d ever trade out Master Plo, but you couldn’t help but wonder about the what-ifs sometimes.

‘…I think he works as a friend better though,’ Anakin thought to himself, stepping out with his master into the entrance hall, beaming brightly as he saw the black form of Dooku with Obi-Wan at his side, the other dressed in white and silver, clearly visible even from a distance. ‘My friend.’