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Can we get some soft codywan if baby face?

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Slowly massaging the Jedi’s knuckles with the minty cream, Cody glanced up and then down several times.

It was a tick at this point, a need to reassure himself that Obi-Wan was not becoming uncomfortable with his touch but to be fair, Cody knew that Obi-Wan wouldn’t actually say that he was uncomfortable.

His body would give away if he was, which was why Cody was paying close attention ever since he had taken over the task.

What task you might ask?

Obi-Wan, like the rest of the captives at the hand of the sicko, had suffered some muscle and nerve damage, in their hands and feet particularly, though some of the longest captives had damages that spread further through their systems.

But all of them could recover, with therapy and help.

One of the suggested therapies were massages with a particular kind of cream that Kix had come by with when Cody had offered to help the Jedi.

On the other beds, the rest of the teens were getting their own help from troopers they had come to trust, all of them slowly getting their hands or feet carefully rubbed in.

Even Ahsoka was helping out, cheerfully chatting with Kan while rubbing in the zabrak’s wrist, her lekkus curling in joy as he made the older teen laugh at whatever story she was telling as she worked the cream in.

To be fair, Kix and Helix together had showed them all how the cream was to be rubbed in for best effect, which motions to use and as long as the former captives could see what the troopers were doing, no one was getting upset.

Cody did notice that Fives was often pausing while helping Nir-Na, the young twi’lek often flinching when his fingers brushed the scars that should have been her toes.

Obi-Wan had not been the only one punished with toe removal and Nir-Na’s scars were far older than Obi-Wan’s fresh ones.

But the trauma connected to them were still clinging heavy to her.

It made Cody proud to see Fives taking it as carefully as possible, to help Nir-Na as best he could.

They may not have had childhoods themselves, but they knew how to act around traumatized younglings still.

They knew how to be kind.

“You do,” Cody blinked, looking back at Obi-Wan when the Jedi spoke. The redhead was smiling softly at him, a far shade from his usual smile but still a smile that made Cody feel… well, not happy but at least a minor sense of contentment. “You all know how to be kind.” Obi-Wan explained.

Flushing, Cody went back to slowly massaging Obi-Wan’s left hand, working the cream into the knuckle and working it steadily into the skin, feeling the callouses from lightsaber work and minor scars Obi-Wan had in his hands.

It was an interesting experience, the callouses of a Jedi very different from a brother.

“The bond is letting you see some of my thoughts huh?” He mumbled, a bit embarrassed.

He got a soft hum of agreement. “Only because you haven’t closed the door so to speak. Once I manage to teach you how to do it, you can keep me out of your mind, just like I am doing with you. Sometimes though your thoughts floats across the bond.” He explained quietly.

“Huh.” Cody nodded, working down to the others wrist, rubbing in small, tight circles.

He could feel Obi-Wan’s pulse like this.

It was a steady thing, slow and steady and somehow that was even more reassuring than anything else.

Cody’s nightmares had been many these last months, since Obi-Wan was captured and then recovered.

Sleep was a harsh mistress and to have the man back in sight, to feel the steady pulse…

It was a better balm than anything Cody could think of.

Wrist done, Cody opened his mouth only to pause when Obi-Wan automatically turned his hand around, offering his palm up to his commander.

Glancing up, the two stared at each other before Cody smiled and leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, the keldabe kiss making Obi-Wan smile in return.

It was an intimate touch and that demagolka Zavaza had not despoiled and Cody would take any moment to reassure his Jedi that the man was safe.

Obi-Wan had so long to go.

So much recovery to go through, the muscles he had to recover, the nerves that needed healing, the removal of the fetus and his damaged, amputated toes, which Cody wasn’t sure if his Jedi needed a prosthetic cap.

And then there was the mental and emotional trauma Obi-Wan had gone through, the rape, the forced cannibalism, captivity and kidnapping as a man tried to brainwash him into joining a cult and carry a baby.

Cody wasn’t sure how Obi-Wan was going to recover, how long it would take.

But he knew that he was going to be there every step of the way, he was going to follow his General as long as Obi-Wan allowed it to ensure the others health.

The pale hand he had been rubbing slowly squeezed around his wrist, both Cody and Obi-Wan pausing as they peered each other in the eyes.

Whatever the future would bring, they’d face it together.

‘I don’t know what we are or what we could be… but I know I’m there for you as your friend, regardless of anything else. Nothing and no one will change that fact. I’m your friend.’ Cody noted, watching how a small smile bloomed on Obi-Wan’s lips.

And as the smile bloomed, so did the hope in Obi-Wan’s eyes.

Hi Moddy! I hope you’re doing ok especially with your last update regarding the poison. For policeandlibrary, what ever happens to the dinner? Does Anakin throw a tantrum or he finally accepts Jango to be the man perfect for Obi? Thank you. :)

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From everything cyare had told him about his brother in all but blood and the things Cody had hinted at, Jango had expected…

Well, he had expected to be glared at by a sullen teenager of a man, he had expected the shovel talk, hell, he had expected Anakin to latch onto Obi-Wan like a limpet and not let him out of his sight the entire time they were visiting, to make Jango as uncomfortable as possible.

That was not what Anakin did.

He had spent the first hour warily eyeing him, staring Jango down over dinner, a bit uncertain clearly and as a former foster kid and then adopted older child, Jango could understand that Anakin was wary about new people as Cody had warned him.

And then the two had gotten into a conversation about motorbikes and engines and… well that had pretty much been the ice breaker for them.

Anakin may be a wary asshole Obi-Wan had warned him but apparently Anakin also warmed up to people faster than any former foster kid Jango had meet.

Which lead to the current situation, Jango sitting in one of Tahl and Qui-Gon’s squishy chairs with Anakin on the left arm of it, an album laying open in the cops lap.

“And that’s Obi-Wan about an hour after he fell down the stairs at our school,” Anakin pointed at a picture of a weakly smiling Obi-Wan, both thumbs up with one missing front tooth, a bandage around his head and the clear swelling left eye that would likely turn into a black eye. He had a much younger Anakin clinging to his right side, looking up at him with wide eyes. “He was trying to make me laugh, doing this weird dance thing and instead tumbled down the stairs when he slipped on a wet patch.” The blond explained.

Wincing, Jango shook his head. “So that’s how he got the forehead scar he always talks out of telling about?” He glanced up at the blond.

Nodding, Anakin grinned a bit wryly, rubbing his stump as he had taken off his prosthetic for a bit since the stump was slightly swollen, Obi-Wan taking it to wash the socket of the prosthetic with the special mild soap.

Anakin had pounced on the opportunity to get out the album, both Qui-Gon and Tahl looking wholly amused by the situation, the two curled up together on the couch with Tahl settled on top of Qui-Gon’s chest.

The weed cookies were clearly taking their effect and mellowing out the older man.

“Pretty much, he’s a bit embarrassed by it, so he avoids talking about it,” Anakin glanced back at the album, his eyes softening. “He always tried to make me laugh…” He whispered, fond in ways Jango normally heard from his own family.

It made him smile, giving the blond a small pat on the arm that had Anakin flushing slightly, his sun tanned skin turning pink.

Taking mercy on the clearly bashful teen, Jango turned his attention back to the album, turning the page, chuckling at what was clearly a costume party of some sort. “What in the world is…” He looked up at Anakin, eyes slightly wide.

Glancing down, Anakin’s blush faded in favor of a wide grin. “Oh, I remember this! It was my first costume party ever that I got invited to and I was so nervous,” He laughed, tapping the photo. “And Obi-Wan offered to go with me despite it being a kids party.” Anakin beamed, glancing at Jango as the man switched between looking at the photo and the blond.

Anakin was clearly dressed as a pirate, the kid looking delighted as he had joined some game, a ball in his hand that he looked like he was about to throw.

Obi-Wan however was dressed in blue from head to toe with a long sleeved blue shirt and what Jango thought was form fitting blue jeans, his face was painted blue except for below his eyes that were ringed with white and some black that ran down his throat a bit. His hair had been dyed blue and some gel must have been used to spike it up a bit.

And pièce de résistance?

The cape that was clearly attached up at his shoulders and fastened along the arms, the fabric green and clearly showing of feathery print.

A peacock.

Obi-Wan had dressed as a peacock.

With blue hair.

Lips twitching, Jango stared before leveling Anakin a stare. “That’s hair dye.” He choked out.

Anakin’s grin grew. “Yuuup.”

Choking a bit more, Tahl and Qui-Gon cracking up on the couch at the memories, Jango couldn’t help but ask. “Oh, please tell me he had to walk around with blue hair?” He gasped out.

Cackling with his parents, Anakin nodded. “Semi permanent, it took him half a year to cut it all out, he refused to re-dye it red.”

And just like that, Jango lost it, wheezing and loosing it all over when Obi-Wan rejoined them five minutes later with a bemused look on his face and Anakin’s arm in his hands.

“What in the world is goi-ANAKIN, IS THAT THE FAMILY ALBUM!?” Obi-Wan’s smooth voice turned to horror and panic.

Choking, crying with laughter, Jango just folded over as Anakin, cackling, legged it with the album now safely tucked under his arm, Obi-Wan hot on his tail.

Mythical Relics: Oh no, what happened to Obi-Wan?

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Opening up his eyes slowly, Obi-Wan stared at the white ceiling above him as cool wind blew over his arms, just breathing slowly as he took in the situation.

Alright, so maybe he was doing it very slowly but come on, he was so sluggish.

He felt so heavy, as if he had been weighted down and even breathing was sorta painful and for a long few minutes, he couldn’t for the life of him remember what he had done to deserve having an oxygen mask attached to his face and tubes up his nose and down his throat.

That was a bit of an overkill he thought.

The oxygen mask and the nose tubes?

And then Anakin’s blond head popped into view over him, smiling that unsettling smile of his as he stared down at Obi-Wan in obvious delight. “You’re awake!” He chirped.

And that just set of a round of mini clustered headache.

But he let out a slight gagged noise of agreement still, compelled to answer the boy.

Once more he couldn’t help but wonder about the parent of this child, the godly one.

They would have been terrifying.

Qui-Gon popped into view about two seconds after that thought, his hair slightly messed up but looking the same as always, so at least nothing bad had happened after the Sith was defeated, that was good.

He was also smiling, a tad nervously.

Not that it was obvious, but Obi-Wan had spent twelve years with the man after all, so he could see the slight strain in the smile.

It wasn’t directed at him though, but Anakin. “I can see that Ani, that’s good. Master Koon wasn’t sure how long it would take for the healing to take effect.” He stated lightly, reaching down to gently brush his fingers over Obi-Wan’s exposed cheek.

‘Master Koon?’ Obi-Wan blinked slowly, uncertain if he heard right.

They were on Coruscant then?

But the window was open…

Obi-Wan could tell that the air was fresh, Coruscant had pollution that rose from the foundation and up, even the Jedi temple couldn’t simply keep windows open there.

It was why the gardens were such a blessing, the garden recycled a lot of the air naturally and it was pumped out through most of the temple with some recycled air coming from the filtering machines.

Obi-Wan had a phase where he was curious about the working of the temple and had looked it all up, from the water they used, the food they ate and the air they breathed.

It had been interesting and a bit horrifying to understand just how blessed the Jedi temple really was compared to the slums of Coruscant that the Senators often ignored and Jedi had tried setting up outreach centers in to help people.

Did that mean Master Koon had come to Naboo?

Either he was projecting or his confusion was visible, because Qui-Gon’s face softened and Obi-Wan felt the bed dip as the man clearly sat down. “Its been a week since the battle with the Sith, the council arrived two days ago.” Qui-Gon confirmed quietly, his large, warm hand moving up from Obi-Wan’s chilled cheek to gently pet his hair instead.

“You’ve been sleeping a lot.” Anakin cheerfully agreed, beaming at him still.

He was disgustingly happy Obi-Wan had to note, blinking slowly up at the boy and apparently he heard that because he pouted at Obi-Wan.

A small chuckle escaped Qui-Gon, the man slowly petting his padawan’s hair still, pausing occasionally to stroke the padawan braid under his ear. “He’s been doing a bit more than that Ani. A Force coma is a bit more than just sleeping, his lungs collapsing was a major strain on his systems.” He chided gently.

A Force coma.

Well, that was… severe.

Or at least Obi-Wan thought it was severe.

It meant that his body shut down itself to protect him, unable to cope with the unleashing of Anakin’s power in his systems.

It made a horrifying amount of sense and yet it made Obi-Wan grimace at his master, Qui-Gon chuckling faintly.

He leaned down after a moment and pressed their foreheads together. “The council has a lot of questions, but we can wait with informing them just yet… I have my own questions Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon murmured quietly, blue eyes soft and questioning, turning tender when Obi-Wan just let out a soft whine. “But I can wait, right now, you must rest.” He encouraged.

Whining again, Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, feeling tiredness filling his veins. He didn’t want to rest, he wanted to get his questions answered, wanted to know where the fucking Sith was, wanted to know what happened with the Naboo invasion but he was really tired and only getting even more tired.

Slowly, watching the two over him, Obi-Wan slipped his eyes shut.

In Distant Pain, what does Obi-wan make of the cuddle puddle? Is he uncomfortable at first, or does he embrace it full on, bringing snacks and the softest blankets, and maybe a stuffed tooka or two for the shiniest of the clones? He may not be going on shadow missions, but he might as well use his less than legal contacts for something worthwhile after all.

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Blinking heavily at the pilot, Obi-Wan sat back against the headboard of the medbed he was still assigned, technically he could get a bunk somewhere on the ship but he was actually finding Kix bedside manners quite comfortable

Right now however he was questioning if he had to get the medic to check his ears, because he wasn’t sure he had heard Zuru right. “A cuddle what now?” He finally questioned incredulously after prolonged silence.

Behind Zuru, Dogma shifted a bit, his cheeks darkening slightly with pinkness and Zuru himself looked to barely be resisting shifting on his feet. It was almost enough to make the Jedi start smiling in amusement.

They had looked so confidant walking in, assured and determined.

Now they looked like uncertain puppies and a part of Obi-Wan softened up.

“A cuddle puddle sir,” A voice spoke up behind them, Captain Rex stepping into the medbay with a slight nod, smirking slightly at the relieved look on both of his fellow vode, his helmet resting on his hip under his arm. “Its a way for clones to reaffirm that everyone is alright, to ensure no one is touch starved and to provide comfort.” He stated, walking over to stand at the foot of Obi-Wan’s bed.

Pausing, Obi-Wan stared at the captain for a few seconds before letting out a soft, ‘huh’.

Ridiculous name aside, that actually made sense.

And in most armies, pat downs after skirmishes were normal.

Obi-Wan knew that the troopers too practiced pat downs, though only on each other generally.

Mostly because natural borns were assholes to the vode but at least the men had each others, it was always something that made Obi-Wan’s chest ease ever so slightly every time his mind reminded him of the bastards that got put in charge of the troopers.

Even some of the Jedi.

They weren’t pristine, Obi-Wan wasn’t blind to it and he was keeping an eye on several Jedi and the fatality counts.

Jedi at least were suppose to preserve life.

“Sir?” Rex murmured, bringing him back to the situation.

Cocking his head, Obi-Wan looked between the men before letting out a low noise. “Makes sense, not sure why you’re bringing it to me?” He stated bemusedly.

Now both Dogma and Zuru were shifting.

Rex however outright rolled his eyes and moved to the other side of the bed that did not contain troopers. “Because you’re a brother too and we’re inviting you to our cuddle puddle.” He stated, tone half stern and half worried.

Blinking sharply, Obi-Wan felt his mouth drop a bit before shifting, feeling something he hadn’t felt in years.

Shyness and longing.

He wasn’t an easy man to get close to, not after Qui-Gon had all but repudiated him during the Naboo invasion. He had his childhood friends, he had Dex and the council but that wasn’t many people.

Zuru and Dogma were recent additions really.

And now the full 501st wanted him there for something wholly intimate and involved a whole load of faith in Obi-Wan.

“…Are you certain that the vode would want me there?” He stated a tad cautiously, forcing himself to keep eye contact with the good captain.

A softening of amber eyes almost made his ears burn as Rex nodded. “Sir, we’d be honored to have you there… and relieved.” He tacked on after a moment.

Lips twitching faintly into a small smile, Obi-Wan ran his hand over his spiked hair, letting out a breathless laugh. “…Obi-Wan. Its only right, during something like this, that you all call me Obi-Wan.” He stated quietly.

Smiling faintly, Rex ignored Dogma’s puckered expression as he held out his left hand to the Jedi. “Well then Obi-Wan, lets go join a cuddle puddle.” He stated, voice soft as Obi-Wan suddenly seemed so much smaller in the medbed.

Slowly, Obi-Wan reached out and settled his hand into Rex, accepting the help out of bed as he slid his feet into the slippers Kix had generously provided him.

A part of him couldn’t help but wonder if this would be anything like back in the creche, younglings curled up together for naps and sleep.

‘I think… I think I’m going to enjoy this…’ Obi-Wan noted mentally, blinking down at the hand still holding his as Rex lead him out, Zuru and Dogma following quickly after.

Hi Moddy! I absolutely ADORE silkysatinbunny (I’ve had two rabbits myself)! Rabbits constantly chew on everything, because their teeth never stop growing and they need to be worn down so they don’t hurt the bunny. Would the chewing ever be a problem for Qui-Gon and/or Obi-Wan?

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Snatching the bunny from the floor and the chair leg he had been gnawing, Qui-Gon let out a deep groan as he settled on the edge of his bunk. “Again Obi-Wan?” He murmured, exasperation and husky sleep in his voice as the man settled the padawan down on his lap, petting gently.

He got a sheepish, regretful feeling through their bond, a soft whine coming from the boy as he pressed up into the petting.

Sighing softly, Qui-Gon felt a reluctant smile cross his lips. “I know the urge to chew is strong Obi-Wan, but chewing on metal is really not good for you,” He murmured, gently stroking down those long, silky ears. He got another wash of sheepish guilt and frustration through the bond and it made him chuckle quietly. “I know, we should be arriving at Coruscant soon. We’ll get some chews for you there while you’re in your rabbit form.” He murmured, standing slowly.

It was one of the things he had forgotten to get.

Rabbits and bunnies teeth never stopped growing, therefore, the urge to chew on harder things like wood, compressed kinds of hay that would make it harder and therefore give it more of a grinding ability, pine cones actually and a form for dried loofah existed for pets like them.

There were also hard vegetables for them to chew but with the strength of a rabbit mouth and teeth, most vegetables and fruits were easy for them.

It was why many pet owners resorted to compressed treats if they couldn’t get hands on wood but Qui-Gon did not think that would be an issue for him for Obi-Wan.

The gardens had many trees after all and the gardeners had to remove dead branches or on trees that were growing out of control.

As long as they were safe for rabbit consumption, Obi-Wan would be able to chew on those.

And Qui-Gon would be going by a pet store to find compressed treats for Obi-Wan.

And more.

He wasn’t ignorant, this issue of Obi-Wan would certainly not be solved in the first few days.

So Qui-Gon would need pee pads for Obi-Wan to go to the loo on, would need more food that were fit for rabbit consumption and maybe some toys?

Obi-Wan was a young teen, he had the energy to be active but right now, he was not exactly mobile for most activity in their tiny quarters.

Force, Qui-Gon couldn’t even teach the boy new katas even if he was.

Maybe he could rig up a pad for the boy to be able to read and watch holo-movies at least?

Settling the boy on the bunk, giving him a gentle last pet, Qui-Gon gave him a severe look. “Stay there, alright padawan? I need to change and get ready and I’d rather not discover you tried to eat the pillows… again.” He stated a tad dryly.

The bond echoed with sheepish agreement, embarrassment and some emotion Qui-Gon could only describe as ‘pouting’ if that was an actual emotion and not a lip movement.

It was enough to make Qui-Gon own lip twitch before he shifted to where he had folded his leggings and outer tunic over the extra bunk, dragging on his socks first with a small yawn only to squeak, something he’d deny later, when there was a pop behind him.

Hopping around on one leg, hands still halfway up his foot with the sock, Qui-Gon gaped at his human padawan as the boy in question blinked back at him in confusion, sitting on the bunk before the boy squeaked back and there was a new pop and the bunny version of his padawan was back.

Dropping his foot down with a thud, Qui-Gon quickly reached into the bond, throwing it wide open only to let out a relieved breath as the stirrings of sentience, frustration and confusion echoed loudly along the bond.

Still his padawan, not just a rabbit in mind.

Good, it had been one of Qui-Gon’s initial concerns and he couldn’t help but be grateful Obi-Wan was a loud projector in this moment, for all the trouble it sometimes caused them.

Ignoring his knees protest about the cold durasteel floor, Qui-Gon slid to them in front of the bunk and reached out for the chittering rabbit, picking him up and quickly examining him with his hands.

Same state as before, soft and silky, a small bunny with copper toned fur and the strange long braid that signified a padawan rank. Huffing in confusion, settling back on his heels as he held the bunny to his hairy chest, Qui-Gon couldn’t help but curse. “What the kark is going on?” He muttered, the strong sense of agreement coming from his boy.

So, what’s Obi-Wan’s reward for being good in vaderkin’s gift?

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The moment the door closed behind them, Anakin sprung into action as he dropped his bag to the floor, reaching out and pressing his chest to Obi-Wan’s back, feeling the Jedi fall still, Anakin let out a small laugh as he wrapped his arms around the man and pressed his nose to his neck. “You wonderful, magnificent beast of a Jedi.” He chuckled warmly, smirking as he saw the blush climb Obi-Wan’s neck and ears at the praise.

“I… my lord?” Obi-Wan breath hitched, feeling the Sith’s lips trace along the sensitive curve of his neck.

Lapping lightly at the pulse point, giving it a nip, Anakin squeezed Obi-Wan’s body to his. “Anything, you can ask for anything you want, beating Maul at his own game, you glorious Jedi,” He crooned against the skin, feeling Obi-Wan squirm before arching his neck for more kisses. “If its in my power you’ll have it.” Anakin promised heatedly.

All the while he continued to pepper the moon pale skin with kisses, his hands wandering along Obi-Wan’s stomach and thighs in teasing, searching sweeps.

Squirming both into the hands and back into Anakin’s body, Obi-Wan started to pant softly, whimpering slightly as he struggled to speak. “I… could, well maybe,” He paused, jerking a bit as Anakin cupped his groin. “Charlata tea maybe my lord?” He squeaked out.

Pausing, his lips pressed to Obi-Wan’s racing pulse point, Anakin processed those words. “Charlata tea?” He murmured, bemused before raising his head. “You want tea?” He stated with bewilderment.

Stiffening, Obi-Wan nodded and Anakin could tell he was biting his lip and worrying the flesh. “If that’s not too much, I know its rare and rather pric-”

Laughing, the heat in his veins dissipating, Anakin swung Obi-Wan around to grin down at him, the other blinking uncertainly up at him. “You… you just want tea?” He chuckled, amused and endeared at the same time.

Blinking up at him, Obi-Wan hesitantly nodded again, leaning against Anakin’s chest as the Sith’s arms wrapped around his waist to keep him in place. “I mean, yes. You already give me clothes to wear and you feed me well.” He stated uncertainly.

Teasing the others padawan braid, noting that he would have to braid the thing once they had rested, Anakin shook his head as he smiled fondly at his Jedi. “I would give you anything you want and you just want tea,” He chuckled softly, wrapping the long length of braided hair around his fist, teasing the hair. “Amazing. You are just amazing.” He stated fondly.

Coloring, Obi-Wan slowly, uncertainly, wrapped his arms around Anakin’s waist in return, relaxing when all Anakin did was to continue to smile at him. “I’m not really a materialistic person.” He settled on saying, shrugging slightly.

Humming faintly in understanding, Anakin paused thoughtfully before tapping lightly at Obi-Wan’s hips with his fingers. “How about something to entertain yourself with? I know you already have the pad I gave you to read and look on the holonet,” He stated before Obi-Wan could say anything. “But is there anything else you would want to keep yourself occupied when I’m not with you or you’re exercising?” Anakin raised his brow, watching Obi-Wan with almost child like curiosity.

He suddenly felt desperate to know what Obi-Wan liked to do.

What he wanted to entertain himself with or did to relax when Anakin wasn’t bossing him around.

How… quaint.

He wasn’t used to caring what others thought of or wanted unless they were stronger than him and a threat.

Tilting his head, Obi-Wan worried his lips again, clearly thinking over the question much to Anakin’s pleasure. “Could…” He paused, eyeing Anakin closely. “Could I get some plasticene?” He finally asked when Anakin didn’t move to interrupt him. “I would like to carve it to… well make things.” Obi-Wan explained when Anakin blinked in confusion.

Nodding, Anakin let a wry smile cross his face. Of all the things the Jedi could ask for, plasticene was one of the least dangerous things he could give him as it was used for toy making for the most part. “Sure, I’ll even get you some paints if you want?” He stated, giving Obi-Wan’s braid a little tug when the Jedi smiled hopefully. “Alright then, tea and plasticene.” Anakin agreed easily, shifting to guide his pet towards the fresher.

Now that the fire from watching Obi-Wan slam Maul to the ground had fizzled out, he could once again feel the tiredness in his bones.

And from the way Obi-Wan was shifting to lean on him, Obi-Wan was feeling the tiredness too. “I’m still getting you some jewelry too, to celebrate.” Anakin muttered, smirking when Obi-Wan huffed faintly to himself in exasperation.

Even Dooku is fooled! 🤣 Heelytrick is hilarious, and were they making more of Obi’s boots heelys, or were they making Anakin heelys? Oh, that would be hilarious!

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Handing over the boots to the other man on the squishy couch with him, Anakin grinned widely at his master. “You should be able to glide over carpets now, the wheels are still hidden but I made them more durable,” He noted as Obi-Wan turned his left boot around to take a look at them. “You just have to be careful that the carpet isn’t too big, it might get caught and you could get exposed if you drag it with.” Anakin warned.

Rubbing one of the wheel slightly, Obi-Wan let out a small noise. “They seem bigger and the material is different.” He stated, frowning slightly, glancing at the other.

Nodding, Anakin reached out and tapped the edge of the heel. “They are, I had to exchange the material along with rubbersana due to it being slightly softer and along with the bigger size, it would make it easier to get onto carpets without dragging it with you.” He explained.

After having everything explained to him, Anakin had gotten to work on Obi-Wan’s little prank on the galaxy to make it harder for people to figure out what was going on.

So he had gone to work on the boots, sitting on their couch and working away and hiding them when Ahsoka was around as they were doing their best not to let anyone else know.

Just a little secret for the two of them and Force, did that make Anakin feel warm all over.

Obi-Wan trusting him with his little trick on the galaxy. “That does explain the difference,” Obi-Wan noted, dragging Anakin out of his thoughts. “Now, you said I needed to be careful about carpets? In what way do you mean, ‘too big’?” Obi-Wan settled his boots down on his lap, tilting his head curiously.

“If the edge is too… tall I guess,” Anakin rubbed the back of his neck, sitting back on the couch and lifting his leg up on his knee. “We might have to test what the height limit is but yeah, you just have to ensure you won’t try rolling up onto one you can’t and drag the carpet with you, which would ruin the illusion.” He explained carefully, feeling himself relax into the squishy couch they had since Anakin was a young padawan.

Tapping his fingertips on the leather of his booth, Obi-Wan let out an understanding hum. Then he lifted one boot and got to work pulling it on, Anakin watching with a small smile as Obi-Wan laced it up once he’d pulled it on properly.

His smile dropped when Obi-Wan stopped though, eyebrows raising in question as the man looked at him. “Ah?” He made an inquiring noise.

“Are you sure you don’t want a pair of your own?” Obi-Wan probed quietly, a note of concern in his voice. “We can make you a pair with wheels in too so you can join me.” He tacked on quietly.

Snorting, Anakin tapped his own knee with his fingertips. “Master, as wizard as this is, you pulling a prank on what amounts to the entire civilized galaxy, I’m happy just to be in the know about it.” He sniggered softly, amusement boiling in his mind.

Snorting too, Obi-Wan continued pulling on the second boot. “I guess but if you change your mind…” He let his words trail off, lacing the boot on so he had both on and was ready to test them out.

Sniggers petering out and his expression turning into a fond smile, Anakin nodded. “If I change my mind, which I might later, I know where you are.” He murmured, watching closely as Obi-Wan got up and headed towards the carpet, sliding forward on the wheels Anakin was now aware of.

And now that he was aware of it, he could tell that the other wasn’t simply gliding forward like some ghost from the Force or supernatural, was able to see how Obi-Wan was angling himself to balance and ensure no one would be able to tell what was up.

It was honestly hilarious and Anakin couldn’t wait for what else Obi-Wan would pull on the temple and the galaxy.

‘I can’t wait to see Windu’s face when I start gliding around.’ Anakin grinned at the thought as Obi-Wan’s wheel now easily brought him over the carpet without pulling it with him, ready to put the galaxy through even more mischief.

Thesnailsarefree- Obi-Wan was nervous to tell Anakin that he had referred him for his trials. He was concerned that the younger man would take it the wrong way. That Obi-Wan was trying to get rid of him. However, Obi-Wan, if anything was trying to make sure they were on a more equal level. At this point they had more to teach each other as friends and more than as master and padawan.

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Chopping up the carrot, Obi-Wan glanced at his padawan as Anakin was in charge of frying the outside the chicken breast for their dinner.

The two had decided on a Tatooine inspired dish. Inspired because they didn’t have all the root vegetables that Tatooine naturally grew underground and so they had replaced the normal vegetables with carrot, parsnip and onion that the chickens would be roasted on once Obi-Wan had all of it chopped up and onto the baking tray.

When he had suggested Anakin for his trials to the council, he had been certain of his decision but standing here, almost side by side with his padawan with just enough space that they could both work comfortably, he was a tiny bit less sure.

Not about Anakin’s skills or his ability to complete the trials.

But more about how Anakin would take the news.

If there was one thing Obi-Wan knew for sure was that Anakin didn’t handle separating well and Anakin might take the suggestion of starting his trials the wrong way. That it was Obi-Wan trying to get rid of his more than ready to start his trials padawan.

But honestly, that was the last thing on Obi-Wan’s mind.

He just wanted to… level the playing field, because he and Anakin felt more like equals most days and Obi-Wan doubted there was much he could teach the other that wasn’t part of learning from life.

Some experiences only came from life after all.

And he wanted to be equal with his padawan, to be able to call Anakin knight and brother at arms in the order and not have power over the other in such an obvious manner as an apprentice bond was.

“Master?” The softly murmured word had him looking up, pausing to blink at Anakin as the man pulled the chicken off the heat, clearly done lightly doing each side as they were a nice, dark brown. “Is everything alright? You went pretty quiet.” Anakin questioned quietly, narrowing his blue eyes at him with concern.

Licking his lips, Obi-Wan lifted the sliced up carrot onto the baking tray with the parsnip and pulled over the onion to get started on it. “I’m fine Anakin, I’m just thinking.” He murmured, giving the other a small smile before focusing on the onion.

He got a small hum in response, Anakin leaning slightly against the stove with his hip. “…Is something bothering you?” He finally asked, crossing his arms lightly over his chest.

Pausing, Obi-Wan stared at the onion before picking up his knife again and getting to work on cutting and cleaning away the parts they couldn’t eat. “Not so much bothering as… Anakin, how do you feel about your trials?” He glanced at the other and then focused back on his onion.

He could feel his padawan’s surprise, the other pausing before letting out a small noise. “I guess I haven’t really thought about it much.” The blond stated slowly, watching Obi-Wan chop up the onion and chuckling slightly when Obi-Wan’s eyes started to run with moisture as normally.

Chucking the rest of the onion and quickly mixing in with oil and the prepared spices, Obi-Wan let out a small hum. “And if you think about it?” He quizzed, trying to make his tone light.

Lifting the chicken onto the vegetables and then popping the baking tray into the oven, Anakin huffed slightly as Obi-Wan brought the knife and cutting board to their dishwasher, loading it in as Anakin mulled on the question.

‘He’s taking his time on it, good, it’s a serious question.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself even as his nerves mounted, the master opting to set the table while Anakin thought it over.

He needed something to do or his anxieties would get the better of him.

It had always been one of his failings that Qui-Gon had tried to work on, the two meditating together or Qui-Gon finding alternatives.

But it was a lot more acceptable for a padawan to be running around with a rubber band to snap than it was a master.

‘Maybe I can get myself a bracelet to play with?’ He mused to himself as he eyed the content of the dishwasher. He could still get their plates and the baking tray in once they had eaten so once that was don-

“I don’t think I’d mind starting my trials,” Anakin’s voice cut through his musings, Obi-Wan’s head snapping to the man to stare at him, eyes wide with all three focused on him. “Do you… think I’m ready?” Anakin questioned, looking both excited but also nervous, his hands twisting together.

Lips twitching, Obi-Wan nodded slowly. “I do. I have for a long time. You’re strong Anakin and while there is much to learn, that is things you learn by experience,” Obi-Wan murmured softly, stepping closer to his padawan, reaching up and resting a hand on the others shoulder. “And there are several trials to go through… which is why I’ve recommended you for your trials Anakin.” He smiled softly.

Anakin’s eyes widened in surprise before softening, the blond shifting nervously before leaning in until the two were resting their foreheads together, Obi-Wan’s middle eye closed at the proximity. “…Thank you master.” He whispered and Obi-Wan, unable to think of how to respond, simply squeezed the others shoulder.

Just saw your most recent Jedi are cats post and I love that series so much! If you have the time, my cat sometimes just randomly jumps up and begins racing frantically around the house for no discernible reason, then goes back as if nothing happened… seems pretty applicable to me…

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Blinking steadily, Cody stared at Ponds over the table, a cup of the moonshine they swore weren’t being made at his lips though he was slowly lowering. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Cody questioned incredulously.

Ponds, his face still in his hands and his elbows on the table, let out a small groan before dragging his face from his hands to glare at Cody. Not that it had any effect on the marshal commander, no one had a tack on Cody after working with Obi-Wan for so long and Ponds glare was the least intimidating thing Cody had seen.

“I said,” Ponds growled out. “That Jedi are fucking cats and do the same spazzing out thing that you sometimes see on the holonet and it’s impossible to tell when they’re about to do it.” He grunted then dropped his face back in his hands.

Slowly, Cody turned his head to look at Wolffe, the other commander just staring blankly at their vode.

However Bly was nodding knowingly, adding some of the moonshine to his tea with a grimace. “You finally encountered it huh.” He stated grimly.

Instantly, Ponds head snapped up from his hands to stare hopefully at Bly. “You’ve seen it? Jango’s bones, no one has believed us until now. Windu just…” He snapped his fingers together, the sound echoing faintly in the room.

“Snapped.” Bly echoed grimly, taking a sip of the likely too hot tea but looking a bit better for it as he sunk down in his chair.

Ponds waved his hands weakly. “One moment he was sitting, cool as a cucumber, reading his damn reports as he normally did and the next I look up, he’s shooting of the table, racing up a tree, jumping from it to the closest building and then back,” He looked around with abnormally large eyes, shaking his hands as Cody and Wolffe’s jaws dropped in sheer surprise. Bly simply continued to drink while nodding knowingly. “And then he just sat back down like nothing had happened and he didn’t just scale the fucking trees around us.” Ponds finished in a hiss.

“You’re yanking our bones.” Wolffe growled out, narrowing his eyes at Ponds to evaluate the truthfulness of their vod.

Snorting deeply, Bly licked his lips to get the remains of his laced tea. “I wish, cause General Secura did the same fucking thing only she jumped the shuttles, bounced of a fucking tree, did one of those Force assisted flips and gave us all a heart attack when she did the same thing right off a cliff only to bounce back up and sit down for her reports.” He grunted out, narrowing his eyes at the memory.

Exchanging looks, Cody and Wolffe stared at each other in no small amount of horror.

Neither had seen that kind of behavior in their own General but now that they knew of it, they knew it would only be a matter of time.

Just a matter of days or weeks until something triggered this spazzing behavior in their own. “Do…” Wolffe cleared his throat, tapping his still glove covered fingers on the table. Ponds and Bly looked to him, the latter raising his brows in question with the former simply lifting his head from his hands. “Do either of you know what triggered it?”

Grunting, Bly ran his free hand over his two day old stubbles. “My best guess? Boredom. The times I’ve seen it happen with the General is when she’s been going through supply and troop movement reports. You know, tedious boring things where she’s been sitting down for long periods and is most likely stiff.” He grimaced heavily.

Ponds nodded in agreement, dropping his face back into his hands.

“Oh dear fucking first Light.” Cody hissed to himself, running his fingers through his hair and scratching his nails against his scalp and Wolffe simply banged his head on the table with a groan, Bly quickly rescuing his cup before it could fall off the table due to the Force or tip over.

Keeping their Jedi from feeling bored was about as easy as trapping fucking General Grievous.

Next to impossible basically.

Especially if the Jedi were good at pretending serenity and having a poker face.

“Que the heart attacks.” Wolffe muttered into the table.

“Fucking heart attack giving adorable bastards.” Cody agreed, resting both of his hands on the back of his neck and squeezing lightly.

Snorting, Bly raised his cup. “To those adorable bastards we can’t help but love.” He agreed dryly, draining his cup.

In FloralSkin, what happens with the rest of the Hardeen arc?

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Watching closely as Eval and Bane were being arrested by the Jedi and troopers, Anakin let out a deep breath before slowly turning to Obi-Wan still wearing Hardeen skin, giving his former Jedi master a hard look while ignoring the gray shade of Hardeen’s own flowers.

To his credit, Obi-Wan winced and looked down at his feet, his shoulders slumping.

“…Least you tried.” Anakin muttered, keeping his voice low in case Windu heard him as he stepped closer to his master and wrapped his arms around the unfamiliar shape.

A wet little laugh was echoed into his shoulder, Obi-Wan returning to hug weakly. “Apologies Anakin, I wanted to go find you but I knew my comms would be monitored… I did… my time was limited.” He stated, his voice muffled into Anakin’s tunic.

Snorting, Anakin pushed the other back, reaching up as he hissed quietly, taking in the swelling of Obi-Wan’s eye and the blood leaking from his split eyebrow and lip. “That’s going to need ice and some bacta master, we should get you to your soulmate and Helix.” He tutted worriedly, Obi-Wan wincing again at the touch to the injuries.

Bane had not been gentle with Obi-Wan once he had figured out who ‘Hardeen’ was, though thankfully it had dislodged the voice changer so Obi-Wan’s voice was at least his own despite the violence enacted on the Jedi.

Violence which showed on the brutalized skin of his master as Anakin guided Obi-Wan away, relieved when Windu announced that report could wait until they were on Coruscant as Obi-Wan dabbed at his eyebrow and lip with the edge of his dirty sleeve.

However Anakin did not miss the sight of Chancellor Palpatine’s confused and slightly frustrated glance at them, leaving Anakin bewildered in turn.

He would have thought that the Chancellor would be happy for him to learn that Obi-Wan was alright, maybe the Chancellor was just frustrated about being kept out of the loop?

Pushing the thought away, Anakin focused on Obi-Wan and getting him aid, Obi-Wan’s bruising and bloodied face making him move faster.

Along with Obi-Wan’s now open Force bond alerting him to the pure exhaustion in Obi-Wan’s veins. “How long until you can get rid of that face?” Anakin murmured quietly, both Jedi moving to the LZ for the incoming shuttle and then stopping so the pilot could see where they were.

The question got a tired chuckle out of Obi-Wan. “Oh? Tired of my visage already Anakin?” The man teased, the smile causing a new wave of blood to leak down the others chin.

Wincing, Anakin reached into his belt and pulled out the tissue package he had started carrying when he became Ahsoka’s master, pressing the clean tissue to Obi-Wan’s lip instead while keeping his mech hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “I miss your face master, so yes. I am tired of Hardeen’s face.” He stated in a dry tone.

Unfamiliar eyes softened into a familiar look, Obi-Wan lifting his hand to hold the tissue to his face. “Well, that makes sense. And to be honest, I am unsure. The nano tech used to construct my face is not something I was familiar with I admit.” Obi-Wan mused thoughtfully.

That had Anakin’s mind going into a full time stop as he stared at his master, opening his mouth then closing it. “…Obi-Wan, nano tech is dangerously unstable.” He choked out quietly, eyes widening.

Grimacing, Obi-Wan gave a nod before breathing out shakily. “The Chancellor is an important person. And your friend.” Obi-Wan answered simply, his voice quiet.

It was the latter more than the former that ended up warming Anakin, because he was aware that Obi-Wan had no love lost for Palpatine.

Respect, yes, love, no.

So that meant that Obi-Wan had risked a dangerous procedure for Anakin’s friend.

For Anakin when the incident was boiled down to its basic perimeters.

Squeezing Obi-Wan’s shoulder carefully, Anakin drew the older man closer and huffed slightly when Obi-Wan rested his head tiredly on Anakin’s shoulder. “Lets get you to a medic old man.” He murmured fondly, the sting of having to hold Obi-Wan’s body in his arms and watching his funeral not gone but slightly mitigated once more.

Obi-Wan had tried to inform him and he had done it for Anakin.

And that was enough to ease some of the natural anger Anakin felt at his core.

The shuttle finally landed and the two Jedi stepped in, Anakin grabbing the strap overhead while wrapping his arm supportively around Obi-Wan as he called out that they were in.  

Both to keep contact with the man but also due to the exhaustion he could feel in Obi-Wan and the way he could tell that lifting his arms as far as over his shoulders would pain the man. “Just lean on me master… I’ll take care of things.” He murmured quietly, worried for the man.

Who knew how much Obi-Wan had been resting or eating while undercover, Obi-Wan had issues with both of those things while on a good day.

Under continual stress in an undercover mission?

Yeah, Obi-Wan eating was something of an afterthought unless someone was around like the Nuveria mission where Anakin had managed to keep a tab on Obi-Wan during the undercover mission and made sure the man at least ate.

A small hum had him glancing down at the other, catching Obi-Wan’s small smile almost hidden behind the tissue. “Of course Anakin, I trust you to handle things.” He chuckled quietly, dropping his head on the black clothed shoulder as he breathed out tiredly.

Warmth slithered through Anakin, silencing the last of the anger as Anakin watched his master in turn, the shuttle rocking slightly as they took off.