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Ok, not sure if you’ll answer this (I know you gets loads of asks) but the obvious follow up with snowwhitepurity is for someone (Anakin or Quinlan) to FIND OBI WAN WEARING THE SEXY NEW UNDERWEAR!

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Something was different and Anakin wasn’t sure if it was a good or
bad thing.

Or
well, on the surface it seemed like a good thing, Obi-Wan was
suddenly in a very good mood most days and he was receptive to
Anakin’s touches more than usual.

That
wasn’t to mean that Obi-Wan had an aversion to touch from Anakin
but when Anakin became a teenager and an adult, they had chilled a
bit on the touchy feely stuff.

To
have it again, to be able to brush up against Obi-Wan or wrap an arm
around him in some way, be it around the hip or shoulders was…
nice.

Anakin
was honestly enjoying it.

He was
extremely much enjoying it, being able to smell the sweet vanilla
scent of Obi-Wan’s beard oil and the clean scent of his hair that
he thought might be a form for tree smell that was really damn nice.

But he
was confused what had brought it on, the good mood, the seemingly
ease in his own skin and the eagerness for touch.

Maybe
it had to do with the ritual Obi-Wan had been exposed to but Anakin
doubted that, if that was the case, he should have shown signs
earlier on, plus, he had been so jumpy in the aftermath of that
mission too, so this change didn’t make sense to be associated with
that.

No,
something had changed after they had come back to Coruscant and
Anakin was unaware what it was.

Obi-Wan
had gone from practically running from him to becoming affectionate
like an old lady’s snuggly lap cat.

The
change was nice but still strange.

And
Anakin didn’t like unexplained changes, unexplained changes could
be dangerous, could lead to people being hurt.

So,
when Obi-Wan went out with Vos, Anakin knew he had time to check
things out.

Oh it
burned him to allow it, Vos was a grabby arse and Obi-Wan put up with
it because of their friendship and only rolled his eyes and laughed
at him.

But
Anakin knew!

He
knew Vos wanted into Obi-Wan’s pants and that was so not cool.

But
for this time he allowed it without tacking along, much to Vos
obvious pleasure and Obi-Wan’s surprise.

With
that however came the privacy to snoop.

And
snoop is what Anakin did.

First
and only stop really, was Obi-Wan’s bedroom and Anakin hesitated at
the threshold, peering into the darkened room before taking a deep
breath, ignoring the pleasant smells, and stepped in.

Everything
looked normal.

Same
bed, perfectly fixed, Obi-Wan’s little collection of fancy teacups
on the shelf, the drawing Anakin had drawn as a child hanging on with
a magnet off the shelf, a full length mirror… wait, what?

Turning
sharply, Anakin stared at the full length mirror, his jaw dropping a
bit in shock.

When
had that arrived?

It
certainly hadn’t been there the last time Anakin had helped his
master to bed after that Hall visit when he broke his leg while
sparring, it was stationed so it wasn’t visible from the open door.

And
Obi-Wan wasn’t vain enough for this kind of mirror, he was somewhat
vain, yes, he liked to be groomed and liked to keep his tunics and
robes pressed but that was a kind of groomed vanity he had developed
to charm politicians.

It
made them slip up their guards if you could play their games.

Anakin
just didn’t bother to play them and left them to his master, as he
looked quite fetching playing the strings of a politicians, even if
the flirting could make him uneasy and jealous.

But
what in the world was a full length mirror doing i-a flash of
something seafoam green caught Anakin’s attention in the mirror, a
little slip of cloth barely peeking out of Obi-Wan’s drawer and
Anakin stared at it.

Slowly,
he turned around to face the dresser.

This
was a violation of privacy.

Anakin
knew it.

Yet he
was still there and now he couldn’t pretend it was only concern for
Obi-Wan itching through his veins.

Reaching
out, Anakin carefully pulled the drawer out, his heart beating a
rapid tattoo in his chest as he stared at soft, silky and lacy
clothes, his eyes widening up and his cheeks turning red.

For a
long minute, no thought crossed Anakin’s mind.

And
then a slow, fond smile crossed his lips. “So… that’s
what it is… oh wow… just wow Obi-Wan.” He mumbled, chuckling
quietly to himself, relief and arousal singing through his veins.

Well,
Anakin could work with this.

Quietly,
he closed the drawer and breathed out, sending a glance at the mirror
as he tugged at his padawan braid.

Oh
yeah, he could totally work with this knowledge, a small part of him
that still remembered the unknown of masters that hurt a young
slave boy settled and at ease while the larger part of an attracted
adult thought of silk and lace.

SweetHoney: i think you may have updated this recently, but its the prompt that started it all for me and I can’t get enough!! can we get some more AniRex time? We know Anakin is approaching his heat, is it his first real heat? If it is, doesnt that mean it will be Rex’s first time helping him through it? How do they stumble their way through that? (First times can be awkward and scary)

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Breathing out heavily and flopping face down onto the couch when the
door closed, Anakin let out a small, embarrassed whine while dragging
one of the decorative cushions over.

He
whined even louder when a reassuring hand started rubbing at his
curls, lifting his face from the cushions he had buried his face in
to peer up at his mate, Rex smiling sympathetically down at him.
Though Anakin wasn’t oblivious to the slight flush of the captain’s
tanned cheeks.

“They
know.” Anakin huffed out, shifting up enough so Rex could sit down
and then pointedly putting his head in the others lap.

“Oh
yeah, totally,” Rex agreed, glancing to the closed door of the
quarters where Jango and the rest had gone out. “Well, except for
Boba. But the other two for sure.” He tacked on after a second.

Obi-Wan
had rather loudly been talking about going to see Dex, pointedly
pushing his mate to the door while Boba followed with high interest
in having junk food.

At
least Boba seemed oblivious, thankfully.

“Do
I really smell that much?” Anakin sniffed at himself before
grimacing and sending his mate a pleading look.

Rubbing
his fingers through Anakin’s short hair, Rex let out a soothing
rumbling noise. “Not really but I guess just like me, Obi-Wan is
sensitive to your changes and Jango… well he’s a bounty
hunter.” Rex shrugged awkwardly, as if that explained it all.

And
maybe it did?

But
then again, Jango was head of the pack, of the intimate pack of
Anakin. Maybe he was getting as tuned to Anakin as Obi-Wan was as a
pseudo parent in a manner?

Huffing
a bit, Anakin settled again, his head on Rex lap. “Maybe he can
read Obi-Wan enough to get the situation…” He muttered, Rex
letting out a thoughtful hum before nodding, agreeing with his cranky
mate. “But we really should do what Obi-Wan clearly intended for
us,” He pointed out, rolling his eyes lightly when Anakin gave him
a confused look. “We need to talk about what comes next.” Rex
explained patiently.

“Oh!”
Sitting up, face flushing slightly, Anakin rubbed the back of his
neck and damn him for being so pretty with that flush darkening his
sun tanned skin.

Rex
was head over heels for this omega for sure and he had a feeling he’d
be it even if Anakin wasn’t an omega. Reaching out, He rubbed at
the others cheek with the back of his knuckles, smiling slightly.
“Hey, its alright. We’ve… well we’ve done this outside of
heat.” He stated softly.

Nodding,
Anakin slumped a bit before shifting closer, resting his head on Rex
shoulder, his cheeks still a pink color.

“That
said,” Rex continued, resting his hand on Anakin’s thigh, smiling
at the sight of sun caught in golden short hair. “We don’t have
to mate for your heat.” He tacked on softly, willing to let Anakin
have a way out if he didn’t want to share his heat.

“…I
do want to share my heat with you though. I just… I’ve never had
a person there for my heat. It… Obi-Wan says its different when
you’re in heat, everything… narrows down in a way.” Anakin
nervously played with Rex hand, running his fingertips along the top
of his head.

Turning
his hand and catching the wandering one, Rex squeezed the others
hand. “Okay, okay. Then I need to get an alpha contraception shot
from the Halls here at the temple, I don’t trust condoms
considering Obi-Wan and Jango right now.” He stated wryly, grinning
when Anakin snorted in agreement.

“You’re
right. I’ll take a contraception shot too but Obi-Wan has that in
the bathroom so I can get it here,” Anakin rubbed his fingers
through his hair before snorting at Rex surprised look. “Just cause
he has them doesn’t mean he always remembers to use them.
Apparently Jango is a… distraction.” He grinned toothily.

Blinking,
heavily, Rex slowly shook his head before snorting and tilting his
head enough to peck Anakin on the cheek, giving his braid a playful
tug. “I guess we… got it then. We just need to prepare. Will you
have your heat here?” They both glanced towards Anakin’s bedroom.

Hesitating,
the Jedi squeezed Rex hand. “I would be more comfortable
there but… well, Boba and Jango are around here and I kinda don’t
want Obi-Wan to hear us either. So I think I’ll requisition one of
the heat rooms and bring my nesting items.” He stated quietly,
pressing into Rex side.

Settling
on pressing a kiss to Anakin’s temple, Rex just cuddled his tall
omega mate with a small smile of understanding.

To him
it was fine whatever Anakin wanted, it was his heat, his choices and
Rex would be there for it.

And if
he was a tiny bit nervous over the fact that he was actually going
through with bonding with his mate?

Well,
everyone had nerves and his eagerness made up for any form of
nervousness.

He was
going to mate his Jedi.

In awol Jedi: does Obi Wan baby Cody as much as Cody babies Obi Wan? Like does Obi Wan puppy guard him and make him rest like the hypocrite he is?

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Watching as the bacta tank was being emptied, Cody and Obi-Wan let
out twin sighs of relief and amusement as Rex instantly started
knocking on the tank wall and signing to be let out.

Or as
the captain was signing ‘get me the fuck out of here!’

“He
never liked bacta tanks.” Cody stated dryly, settled against the
headboard.

Normally,
he’d be out of bed and working ages ago but Obi-Wan the hypocrite
was demanding he rest and was going as far as sitting on the bed to
ensure Cody wouldn’t leave it.

Going
as far as resting his hand on Cody’s leg or even throwing himself
over the commander’s lap at one point.

Damn
Helix for laughing at him.

Apparently
it was good for Cody to rest after such a ‘traumatic’
experience, as if war wasn’t traumatic enough that they all needed
a day long nap and then a week of just sitting around in their
pajamas.

Well,
not that Cody really had pajamas though Obi-Wan had apparently
sponsored him with a worn, soft tunic and a medic had placed him in a
pair of cotton shorts to be more comfortable on the medbed.

All
the while, Obi-Wan had been laying over his lap like a giant cat,
staring up at him with wide eyes and a pout on his face that Cody
just knew the Jedi was going to deny later on when he retold the
story.

Whoever
said Jedi were dignified had never gotten to know them personally.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan nodded as he watched Rex being taken out of the tank
and getting toweled down, a small smile on his face and his hand on
Cody’s calf. “I have to agree with him really, it’s a
claustrophobic feeling.” He stated airily.

Snorting
faintly, Cody nodded before tapping the board between them. “Your
turn.” He reminded the Jedi.

In
place of not getting to leave the bed and resting, Cody had managed
to get Obi-Wan to rest in a round about way too, by requesting the
other keep him company and entertain.

And
for some reason, no one came looking for Obi-Wan to take him away for
other matters so they had started playing board games.

They
had started with cards, then dejarik and now had moved on to normal
chess.

It
was… nice.

Cody
wouldn’t admit this outside of his head, Jango’s bones knew the
others would tease him relentlessly, especially Wolffe, if he heard
about how Cody was enjoying spending time one on one with his General
in only sleep wear on a bed.

Well,
one on one was stretching it.

The
medic on shift was always around, be it Helix, Kix, Bandage, Sawbone,
Swirly or any of the other medics that rotated on being on shift at
the medcenter that had been set up to deal with the inevitable injury
or trouble a Jedi would land themselves in.

Troopers
had high opinion of their Jedi… for the most part.

But
they also considered them to be reckless bastard people.

With
all respect attached of course, heh.

Stroking
his beard thoughtfully, staring at the board, Obi-Wan finally reached
out and moved one of his pawns, taking out Cody’s tower, sending
his commander a quick smirk.

Quirking
his brow in return, Cody frowned down at the board as a ruckus
started up over by the bacta tanks.

It
could be a feint, but Obi-Wan seldom got that expression unle-aha.
Cody could see it, two more moves and Obi-Wan would have him in
check.

Snorting
quietly, Cody moved his queen, taking out one of the others bishops.
“I see what you’re up to General, you’re not ambushing my
king.” He waggled his finger.

Holding
up his hands, laughing faintly, Obi-Wan winked playfully. “I have
no idea what you’re implying my dear commander.” He teased back,
wiggling his fingers blithely.

Snorting,
Cody watched Obi-Wan study the board, both of them pointedly ignoring
a swearing Rex as the Captain was getting tangled in the medlines of
the bacta tank and apparently getting a wedgie and Kix was cackling
at his CO, hanging onto Jesse for support while Sawbone desperately
tried to figure out what he had done wrong with the controls.

They
both started laughing however after Rex second outburst, the captain
one of the most unhappy men on their planet today. “Sawbone! My
balls are getting split! Kix save me! Help me Coooody!!!!”

Snow White purity. Does Anakin walk in on Obi-Wan wearing that pretty getup?

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Biting his lower lip, Obi-Wan ran his hands along the chemise he had
finally settled on buying, staring at himself in the mirror he had
bought just to get a good look at himself.

It
seemed extremely vain of him, buying a full length mirror but he had
just… he just wanted to see himself!

It
wasn’t the Naboo set he had been drawn in by and that Shay had let
him try on but the Alderaan royal, a spaghetti strapped chemise in a
deep violet with golden thread stitching of thrantas, which made it
into an Alderaan outfit, flying along the along the hem.

The
hem itself was resting on the top of his thighs, showing of the silky
matching underwear.

Staring
at himself in the mirror, Obi-Wan let out a slightly breathless
laugh.

He
felt gorgeous. For the first time in a very long time,
not since he was a teenager, he actually felt pretty.

Maybe
he should feel ashamed but Shay had reassured him that there were
many people that wore things like this under their clothes. Hell,
from what Shay had implied, Obi-Wan wasn’t the first Jedi that had
stumbled over the shop.

‘And
no one has to know…’ Obi-Wan reminded himself, reaching for his
leggings on his bed.

He
could wear all these frilly, lacy and silky things beneath his normal
wear, no one had to know what kind of underwear he preferred though
he would need to wear normal things for missions. One could never
know when clothes got ruined or you’d have to share extremely close
quarters with whoever you were with.

You
often saw your mission partners naked and Obi-Wan had one horrifying
memory of Yoda’s wrinkled butt.

Now
that had been a mission seared into his brain forever, the horrifying
image of a green, wrinkled prune of a butt hobbling into a fresher.

Don’t
get him wrong, it was bound to happen, witnessing an old butt with
how tight accommodations were on missions but Obi-Wan did wish it
wasn’t Yoda’s butt.

And as
far as he knew, he was the only Jedi to witness that horror.

Quinlan
and Qui-Gon had brought him several drinks, the latter more amused at
the horror while the former was sympathetic and also horrified.

Sufficient
to say, this closeness meant that Obi-Wan would not be wearing any
lace or silk on mission, leaving his pretty getup at home.

But
here, at home and maybe on lavish missions potentially though most
likely not, Obi-Wan would be allowed to wear all the silk and pretty
things he wanted.

Underneath
the tunic and leggings.

Turning
back to the full length mirror, Obi-Wan stared at himself, his cheeks
flushing dark underneath his beard even as he beamed at himself.

He
didn’t look any different.

Maybe
a bit disheveled and yet still Master Kenobi, tunic, high collar
shirt, tabards, sash and tunic, just a standard Jedi to anyone
looking at him.

Nothing
special.

And
yet every time he moved, Obi-Wan felt special and almost like he was
walking on air as he made his way out of his room while pushing his
hair out of his face.

His
door swished open and he stepped out and catching sight of his
padawan sitting on the couch, focused on something in his lap. “Hello
Anakin.” He chirped out

The
blond jumped a bit in surprise, turning quickly on the couch to blink
at him.“Hi master,” He trailed a bit off, staring at him. “Are
you feeling alright?” Anakin questioned hesitantly, watching
Obi-Wan come around the couch to settle down.

Glancing
down at the others lap, finding a homework pad, Obi-Wan smiled as he
felt the glide of silk against his skin as he settled against the
back of the couch. “I’m feeling marvelous padawan.” He
sighed happily, closing his eyes as he relaxed.

Missing
Anakin staring at him in both bewilderment and hesitant joy.

Life in music, is Qui-gon bothered by how Obi can cry silently? And does he confront Yoda about his meddling? I think it would be interesting to see Qui-gon have that conversation with him.

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If there was ever a reason for Qui-Gon to want to shove Yoda into one
of the fountains or yell at that old goblin, it was here, right here
in his arms as he held a silently crying child tightly to him.

Because
no being in the entire galaxy, much less a child, cries silently
without experience telling them that they had to.

Silent
tears was a learned mechanism, it was something a person
learned to do when they couldn’t draw attention to themselves
without something harmful happening and Obi-Wan had clearly come to
expect suffering if someone noticed his tears.

Be it
actual harm or humiliation or scolding but he expected something he
associated as bad.

Oh, it
wasn’t only Yoda’s fault, of that Qui-Gon was sure but Yoda had
taken personal interest in this child because of his foresight
ability and yes, Qui-Gon may have dived into Obi-Wan’s personal
folder to learn that but in this moment, a lot more made sense and
yet didn’t.

The
folder had talked about a brash, somewhat rash and reckless child
that could come off as arrogant with good saber skills and decent
Force ability with several incident marked as scuffles with other
initiates, though Qui-Gon had noted that it was always the same three
names appearing in line with Obi-Wan in those shuffles.

What
Qui-Gon held in his arms however was a child that had been taught to
cry silently for reasons Qui-Gon dreaded to think of, a sensitive
child that just wanted to be wanted for who he was, a child
that, Force forbid, Qui-Gon suspected was the victim of bullies that
had manipulated the incidents, a child that was powerful and clever
and kind and…

Tightening
his arms as a thought floated in his mind, Qui-Gon let out a
shuddering breath and rocked the boy. “It’s alright Obi-Wan,
you’re allowed to cry.”

A
breathless hiccup came from the boy, the first noise in a while.
“Suppose to release my emotions to the Force.” He got out, his
voice thick.

“You
are young and your emotions are complex and overwhelming, everyone’s
emotions is so when one is young,” Qui-Gon slowly ran his hand over
Obi-Wan’s hair, down his neck and over his back, offering physical
comfort as Obi-Wan pressed into his chest. “And that doesn’t mean
to purge it into the Force always but to just feel them so they can
not control you later on. Do not let them fester young Obi-Wan.”
Qui-Gon insisted quietly.

There
was a moment, as if the forest around them that had become their
sanctuary together was holding it’s breath.

And
then Obi-Wan let out a soft, hiccuping sob and started crying even
harder, letting go of his emotions into Qui-Gon’s chest as his
small body trembled.

Drawing
his shields up around them, Qui-Gon cooed softly and rocked the teen
steadily, shielding both himself and Obi-Wan from any curious
bypassers that had nothing to do with this situation and would only
humiliate Obi-Wan if he knew they had seen and heard him.

Settling
his cheek on Obi-Wan’s soft hair, Qui-Gon continued slowly rocking,
remembering the few times his own master had comforted him before Yan
had gone cold as Qui-Gon grew older and developed more radical views.

“That’s
it, just let it go Obi-Wan, it’s alright.” He murmured quietly,
pressing the boy to him as he let out a deep sigh of concern, a frown
developing on his face before he tucked his robe about both of them.

‘He’s
all alone in the temple. People want the clout for taking him on or
don’t understand him. Or judged him harshly without even talking to
him properly.’ Qui-Gon stared straight forward, the sobbing and
shivering teen in his arms breaking his heart.

Qui-Gon
had hoped Jedi could be better than this but in the end, they were
only sentient people and had their own emotions and issues and
personalities after all.

‘But
when children suffer for them… he’s not going to take any master
that offers it now, except…’ Qui-Gon paused then shifted
slightly, pushing Obi-Wan lightly away to look at red, teary eyes,
gently wiping at the boys cheeks with his sleeve. “…Obi-Wan,
would you be my padawan?” He murmured quietly.

Reddened,
swollen eyes widened in shock as Obi-Wan stared at Qui-Gon, tears
temporarily forgotten even as a few more tears rolled down flushed
cheeks.

AWOLJedi: Oh no, Cody! Please tell me he’ll be ok?! And the other troopers? This is a good chance for the Jedi to take care of them, to show them some love.

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Waking up is a horrible, awful and stinking experience and Cody would
rather not do it even as his body brings him slowly to awareness.

Awareness
of his aching, sore and stiff body with a horrible taste of something
rotten and yet metal like in his mouth.

And
it’s awful.

Cody
would rather go back to sleep thank you, even his dazed brain can
tell it’s really early despite the warmth around him but nope, no
mercy for his body.

Blinking
his eyes open slowly, Cody stared at the ceiling before grunting
slightly, almost jerking in shock when Kix suddenly popped into view.

Thankfully,
he managed to remain laying still so not to agitate his body despite
giving Kix a dark glare.

The
medic grinned down at him. “Lucky vod, was starting to get worried
about you there commander but you got of easier than the captain.”
He whispered, much to Cody’s confusion because why the kark was Kix
whispering?

He got
an amused look from the medic only for Kix to slowly lever the bed up
enough for Cody to look around.

And
feel that his let hand was being held tightly.

Looking
quickly to his left, ignoring how it made his head spin, Cody blinked
as he watched a red head on the crisp bed Cody was laying on, Obi-Wan
resting with his cheek on the bed and his hand held around Cody’s.

His
mouth was slightly open and hair had fallen into his face and Cody
stared at him in bemusement before he took in the view of a blanket
wrapped around the man’s shoulders as he drew slow and steady
breaths that turned into a slight snort like snore through his nose.

Cody
looked to Kix for answers, letting out a relieved noise when the
medic held out a cup with a straw in it, sucking eagerly even as he
glanced back to Obi-Wan with his eyes.

Kix
took the message with a quiet snort. “Wouldn’t leave the medtent,
decided to finally just put a blanket on him when I found him asleep
when I came for my shift. You know how stubborn Jedi are,” He
stated dryly but still kept quiet as he pulled back. “I’m going
to go get you a round of painkillers and give you a scan, then you
can have some breakfast.” Kix stated before gently clapping Cody on
the shoulder, heading towards the office part of the tent.

Leaving
Cody with a sleeping Jedi.

His
sleeping Jedi.

Staring
down at the other, Cody felt his lips twitch into a soft smile before
he reached out slowly with his free hand, ignoring the IV stuck in
it. Instead he focused on the texture of soft hair as he pushed the
tresses out of Obi-Wan’s face, tracing down his temple and jawline
where he cupped the bearded man’s cheek, eyes curving fondly as he
felt the rougher texture of beard against his callused palm.

Obi-Wan
didn’t have access to the oil he normally used and had run out of
what he had.

Yet he
hadn’t complained one day even as he bemoaned the lack of his
favorite soap, as if he thought he was expected to bemoan something
at least.

‘He
stayed all night…for me.’ Cody’s breath caught for a moment,
the machine monitoring him beeped and Obi-Wan shifted in response
with a soft noise, the blanket over his shoulders slipping and
falling off.

Green
eyes opened slowly, blinking up at him tiredly as Cody kept his hand
on the others cheek. “…Hi…” He whispered, the moment feeling
too much for anything loud.

Blinking
up at him, Obi-Wan watched Cody before letting out a shuddering
breath of his own, his jaw trembling in Cody’s grasp as he slowly
reached up with his own hand, covering Cody’s with his own warm
one, pressing Cody’s to his cheek, and yes, the needle hurt being
pressed like that but Cody couldn’t find it in him to care.

He had
been hurt far worse than this.

He
closed his eyes tightly and swallowed, the sound of his throat
working reaching Cody before he opened glistening eyes and smiled at
Cody without lifting his head. “Hi…” Obi-Wan whispered back,
the two smiling at each other in the quiet warmth of the morning
filling the medtent.

()()()()

Blinking
at the slammed shut door as he let his hand drop from it’s raised
position, Anakin stood awkwardly staring at the door in bewilderment
before finally turning back to Ahsoka, the young togruta shifting
awkwardly in the holo. “I… Padme has been very busy lately.”
Anakin managed to get out through his lips, feeling like he was
disgusting for some reason as he tried smiling at the young girl.

Nodding
slowly, glancing the way Padme had gone despite not being able to see
anything but Anakin, Ahsoka grinned slightly up at him. “I can
imagine, so I get that she’d hurry of again, I guess. But you were
telling me about going to the temple with the twins?” She prompted.

Deciding
to ignore Padme’s cold and standoffish behavior and the fact that
she had just waved him off so she could run to the bedroom and then
back out with her security detail, Anakin smiled a bit more genuinely
while nodding. “I went to our old quarters, they’re very Force
sensitive so they just… reached out and pulled on Obi-Wan’s old
signature. They liked it… and yours.” He prompted gently.

If
only he hadn’t put them down for a nap, he’d show them to her.

Laughing,
Ahsoka ran a hand over her monterals. “Maybe I’ll come visit
them, see how the twins are doing…and you.” She tacked on a bit
shyly.

Smiling
a bit wider at that, Anakin nodded. “Would appreciate that, R2 only
makes for so much company along with 3CPO,” He laughed, missing the
sharp look Ahsoka threw him at the comment, the way her eyes narrowed
before widening in sudden, sorrowful understanding at the comment.
But before she could ask, Anakin asked a question of his own. “Hey,
do you know where Obi-Wan and the others are?” Anakin raised
hopeful eyes at his former padawan.

Pausing,
Ahsoka stared at him before shifting then shaking her head with a
deep sigh. “Rex and Master Plo offered to come pick me up but they
didn’t say where they set up,” She stated quietly, staring up at
him. “Hasn’t Master Obi-Wan…” She trailed off.

Rubbing
the back of his neck, Anakin didn’t know what to say. “Haven’t
talked to him yet.”

How
could he explain that every time he called, it was intercepted in
some way or he was busy with the twins.

Explain
that the troopers didn’t trust him.

Explain
that Anakin himself was being a coward and sometimes terminated the
call when he attempted.

It was
so hard to explain.

In Jedi are cats does Padme finally realize where anakin’s mannerisms and habits come from due to the viral videos? So she gets a laser pointer to mess with him

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Pressing her hand to her mouth,
watching the latest ‘Jedi are cats’ upload from the UsTube, Padme
couldn’t help but glance at her husband as he absently continued
fixing R2, switching between working and scolding the astromech.

Apparently
the bugger was being rude.

Not
that Padme could tell, she didn’t really understand binary like
Anakin did, all those whistles and trills.

Not
that the astromech’s seemingly crude way of speaking was on the
forefront of her thoughts really as she was more focused on watching
her husband sit in the sunny spot from one of the large windows, his
golden hair twined with the rays of the warm sun.

A
lot of Anakin’s behavior Padme had honestly put down to either just
being a Jedi or being a former slave, regardless how much she didn’t
like thinking about the thousands of lives being used and abused and
how slow the Senate was to do anything about it.

If
they were to do anything at all, being like the heads of a hydra and
moving so slow if they moved at all.

And
as they were already in one war, going against the hutts seemed
unlikely and it hurt Padme to realize how justice died before it ever
passed their lips, dying on the steps of bureaucracy.

The
depressing thoughts were shaken away however as Padme now had more
understanding.

It
wasn’t Jedi
behavior.

It
was Force related.

And
Padme was feeling… mischievous, watching her husband sitting on the
floor with the sun in his hair and his frame relaxed, one of the few
times he was at home and they could spend time together with her on
one of the plush couches.

Glancing
around, making sure the handmaidens were out of the way even if they
were ready to be called, Padme very quietly shifted until she could
grab the little laser pointer Bail had granted her to use for board
pointing in meetings.

A
bit superfluous but it was a practical thing when the eyes of some
Senator’s were clearly not working and they didn’t ‘read’ the
entire board in meetings.

But
right now it was going to be used for a very different purpose as
Padme clicked the red dot on and settled it on the floor near Anakin,
waiting in suspense.

Anakin…
did not react.

‘Fair
be, it’s not a living thing and it’s just light on the floor, he
might not see it…’ Padme mused after about a minute of Anakin
just muttering to himself as he worked on R2, clearly consumed in his
work.

Slowly,
Padme moved the dot, making it move more into the shadow of the
curtain where it was more visible, slowly twirling it in little
circles.

And
if she wasn’t so familiar with Anakin, she might not have noticed
when his words trailed off and only R2’s indignant trills were
filling the room, might not have noticed how his shoulders tensed.

Anakin
had noticed the spot and Padme took the chance to slowly move it
towards the curtain, wondering if Anakin would actually chase the
spot.

She
barely had a warning, Anakin’s body wiggling a bit on his position
on the floor as the dot reached the blue curtain base and then Anakin
pounced.

A
blur of black and golden curls, a low chittering noise escaping him
as he climbed the damn
curtain to get to the dot only to drop down on all four when Padme
squeaked and let her hand fall, the dot tracing the floor instead
with Anakin chasing it.

She
got a glimpse of his face at that moment, the blown wide, excited
pupils and she had to restrain the urge to giggle inappropriately at
her husband.

And
then Anakin paused and gave her the most indignant look she had ever
had the pleasure of getting from him, his cheeks turning a fire
engine red as he stared at her, still on all fours on the floor.
“Padme!” He whined out only for the sound to to come more like a
mewling noise and that was the last straw, Padme dropping the laser
pen outright as she let the giggles consume her, collapsing back on
the couch as her husband pouted at him.

Padme
could get used to having a very feline husband she would admit.

So the heelys bit that’s amazing and I love it, how does Count Dooku react and also grievous that’s is something I have to see because you know Obi Wan is clever enough to incorporate the heelys into his fighting style

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Leaning back in his chair, Yan pressed his fingers together into a
triangle, elbows resting on the desk as he stared at the video
Sidious had sent him.

He had been sent it to see
if he could make sense of it, as a student of the Force and someone
who researched obscure practices and customs with the Force.

But he couldn’t make
head or tails of Obi-Wan’s gliding action.

‘But, did I really
expect anything different?’ His lips twitched into a small, smug
smile, watching Obi-Wan as the video looped to show the Jedi gliding
through the halls of the Senate, passing shocked, corrupt officials
with a breeze and a smile on his lips.

Pride was blooming inside
of him.

This wonderful, brave,
intelligent and cultured man was the product of Qui-Gon, legacy of
his own padawan and what a testament to greatness Obi-Wan was. The
very definition of Light and modesty along with the wisdom to know
when to retreat and when to attack.

Beautiful.

“Qui-Gon, if only you
could have seen the master your boy has become. You would have been
so proud… though I acknowledge that you wouldn’t be too impressed
by his seat on the council with your own maverick ways.” Yan
chuckled quietly to himself, sniffing slightly at the sight of
Skywalker walking into the frame.

Now there was a blemish on
the line.

What Sidious saw in the
little brat he did not know, power was good yes but only power that
could be utilized.

Skywalker was a brute,
just a thug with a club and he wielded the Force that way.

‘Savage he is.’ He
sniffed before turning the holo off, standing and stretching
slightly. There was nothing for him to do here, he could not tell
what Obi-Wan was doing and that would be the final report to Sidious.

He would of course promise
to keep looking into this gliding effect but he highly doubted that
he’d find anything. If Yan were to take a guess, this was a Force
technique that Obi-Wan himself had developed and utilized to the
fullest.

“Well done Obi-Wan, I
look forward to seeing your skill in person.” He smirked, clapping
his hands together once in applause for the man.

()()()

Sneezing hard, the wheel
in his hand slipping from his grasp at the force behind it., Obi-Wan
blinked before sending an apologetic glance at Anakin as the other
had barely caught the wheel before it hit him. “That came suddenly.
I’m sorry Anakin.”

Waving his hand, his boot
stuck between his knees, Anakin just beamed brightly as he set the
wheel down on the caff table. “That’s fine. Sneezing happens,
maybe someone was talking about you?” He laughed brightly before
getting back to work on his boot.

Smiling faintly, Obi-Wan
sighed. “If that little wife tale was true, then I’d be sneezing
my brain out Anakin. The CIS are certainly talking about us a lot I
imagine.” He half scolded, half sighed.

He got a grimace of
agreement in return. “True. Think you’re coming down with
something?” Anakin paused, sending him a worried glance, blue eyes
trailing over Obi-Wan searchingly.

Waggling his hand in a
dismissive gesture, Obi-Wan sat back in the sofa. “No, I feel
perfectly fine. Really Anakin, I do feel fine.” He tacked on when
he got a disbelieving look from the blond.

Wiggling his multitool at
Obi-Wan, Anakin snorted. “Forgive me if I’m a bit skeptical
master, you have a tendency to underplay your health.” His tone was
dry, knowing of Obi-Wan’s habits.

Huffing faintly, Obi-Wan
ignored the flush rising, trying to suppress it while crossing his
arms over his chest. “Yes, well, in the middle of a mission, it is
best not to be distracted by such trivial nonsen-”

“You passed out in the
middle of desert once, you had come down with heatstroke and it gave
you a fever.” Anakin shot back dryly, smirking faintly to himself
when Obi-Wan squawked in response.

‘I missed this, this
squabbling, the closeness…’ Obi-Wan thought, even as he shot back
at Anakin with how he had been fine and that he just needed some
water. ‘Mending bridges, maybe… maybe I can get Anakin to rely on
me once more…’

AWOLJedi: Sick grumpy Jedi! When the worst threat to the Jedi’s health is a minor cold instead of leading troops into battle, everyone must be much happier. Are the troops enjoying playing with Jedi kiddos? Again, anything for this AU would be lovely! ❤️

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The sounds of child laughter and screams filled the air, making
everyone pause in their work as they watched the troopers leading the
eight to ten year old initiates into the forest with the four creche
master.

Obi-Wan
in particular couldn’t help but smile widely at the sight.

It had
been so long since he hard heard the younglings in the temple this
happy and to see them now, escorted by the troopers to have a field
trip in the surrounding fresh air and kept safe by their teachers and
the clones following.

There
were still several predators that could snatch a youngling in the
area and it was better to keep them well protected.

But to
keep them confined only to the camp and buildings they were setting
up were not ideal either.

‘We’re
making so much progress…’ He looked towards the temple they were
building, smiling slightly to himself as he took in the scaffolding
still surrounding it as troopers and Jedi milled around on the
building along with the rest of the smaller buildings around, the
small homes of some troopers or stores and other buildings they had
set up, like the bee hive one to collect honey.

Not as
grand or as big as Coruscant temple, but enough for them, for the
Jedi, for the clones, for the Agricorps.

Coruscant
temple had been too big really for the Jedi that were there.

Once
they had been many more but how likely they were to be able to go on
Searches now for new members…

‘Well,
some familes might seek us out for their Force sensitive children.
Stair bastards like myself aren’t unusual after all…’ Obi-Wan
glanced down before shaking his head and looking to Cody, smiling at
the concerned looking trooper. “Just lost in thoughts Cody, let us
resume?”

The
Commander eyed him before nodding, half turning to the rest of the
212th.
“We are on southern crops duty today with the remains of 501st
and the Agricore
stationed on the Southern area,
that means we are growing Antarian peas, jewel fruit, jun
crop, hubba gourd, cabbage, Charbote root, meatfruit and bananas,
understood?” He looked around.

It was a good variety of
food honestly, they needed the variety of all they could get with as
many different species of beings that they were and were growing
different crops depending on the hemisphere, the Agricorps parting up
to all sectors to ensure they grew enough for Jedi, core members and
clone troopers.

Temporarily the Explorer,
which was honestly small, was helping building, the Edu had taken
over most of the younglings education.

Honestly, several of the
clones had been joining certain of the classes, like arts and music,
languages, cooking lessons, dancing, cultural lessons, mechanic and
so on.

It was nice, seeing the
troopers join the younglings with excitement in their eyes to learn
about the galaxy and learn skills they just didn’t get time to
devote themselves to during the war.

Lessons, chores, building
their new home, taking care of each other…

It was nice.

Obi-Wan couldn’t help
but delight in it all, feeling the sun on his body, the wind, the
warmth and the joy along with the Force practically pulsing with the
beat of their hearts.

‘Have I ever felt as in
peace as I am now? Despite the hurt, despite missing Anakin, despite
all it took to get here and the occasional breakdowns… I can’t
help but finally feel joy at everything.’ Obi-Wan mused, giving
Mace a small bow of acknowledgment when he saw the older master
watching him closely.

The man gave him a
searching gaze before smiling and nodding in return.

Chuckling faintly to
himself, Obi-Wan followed Cody to the shuttle that were to take them
to the southern crops, smiling faintly to himself as Longshout loudly
started talking about sunscreen while the troopers were sending
Obi-Wan searching gazes.

Shaking his head, Obi-Wan
chuckled fondly to himself. ‘Such worrywarts…’ Obi-Wan raised
his hand to the Cody’s shoulder. “I blame you, but yes, I have
put on sunscreen.” He smirked, laughing outright at the
sheepishness coming from around him.

He had said it before and
he would say it again, what would they do without their troopers?

It starts with blood was so good! I like how open Qui-gon is with Obi about his issues. Hes not beating around the bush. And what name does Obi pick?

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Watching the Jedi council as he stood at Qui-Gon’s side with the
warm sunlight streaming in through the large windows, Obi-Wan
suppressed his desire to smile when he felt his robe move where he
had done his own edit to the garment this morning.

The
pocket containing his pet.

In the
end, he had named him for Iri, which was short for Iridescence, due
to his color changing nature and after a bit of holonet searching,
which had been overwhelming if he was honest and he had needed
Qui-Gon’s help quite a bit, Obi-Wan had also been able to find an
instruction on how to sew a pocket for the animal on inside his robe.

Apparently
a common practice for the people who had these pouch rats, since most
of them were therapy pet and not just pets bought at random or given
to children.

And
because they were highly intelligent and easily trained, they had
been breed by certain core members throughout the centuries to
produce the perfect rats to make them perfect pets for anyone that
could stand rodents.

That
however also made it impossible to integrate these particular rats
back into the wild.

The
wild versions of these rats were smaller to make hiding easier, their
fur were tougher and coarser and their coloration were a lot muter
than the sharp shade of red, yellow, blue and purple Obi-Wan got to
see Iri turn.

It
made sense but it was also saddening in a manner as it meant that a
mutation in the species had been breed and breed and breed until they
got what was most ‘desirable’ to sell them to the public and
while Obi-Wan was grateful to have Iri, it also saddened him so much
to see the exploration of the species.

Qui-Gon
had quietly informed him of such practice in farming, pet trade and
such that left certain animals practically breed to ruins for the
most ‘profitable’ result.

It had
not been a pleasant conversation.

But
Iri at least was in perfect health and from a well reputed trader
that didn’t engage in bad practices from what Qui-Gon told him.

He was
inclined to believe Qui-Gon honestly, the man was always willing to
debate with Obi-Wan, listening to the teachings his new, rather
unique padawan had.

He had
been particularly interested in how in the world the ghosts had
taught Obi-Wan if they couldn’t touch.

That
however was a misunderstanding Obi-Wan had to explain.

They
could touch the world, work with the Force…but not for prolonged
moments.

All
three of them effected the living world to some degree with Patia
being the strongest and able to move physical things around,
sometimes even large rocks though she would need rest after that, she
had once opened up a well when in the first three years of Obi-Wan’s
life in the temple, water had become an issue.

She
had been invisible for two weeks after that, Viruta having to take
over and using the letters they had already written to teach Obi-Wan
new words as her voice was the only thing that reached Obi-Wan.

His
ghost family had tried with what they had, fetching items like
clothes and occasional food items through Force nexus that connected
to other places but there was only so much they could do as Qui-Gon
had said, they had done their best.

Tried
their best to provide for a child they hadn’t been prepared to take
in that had landed in their mist.

‘And
I am well taught,’ Obi-Wan mused to himself before sneakily sliding
his hand through the large sleeve to gently rub Iri’s head inside
the robe, pinching the robe sleeve with the other one to make it seem
like he was still standing with his hands inside each sleeve. ‘My,
these sleeves are so large, I could hide so many bread rolls inside
it…’ He mused with some amazement before jerking a bit as he
noticed how quiet it was with everyone looking at him, flushing when he glanced at Qui-Gon to see
the amused look on his face.

“Caught
in your own thoughts padawan?” He chuckled, mildly fond of tone and
his eyes glittering with emotions that he didn’t quite know how to
read or feel through the bond even as Obi-Wan’s flush deepened
until his ears and neck were surely a deep red more akin to the blood
deep color Iri turned.

Clearing
his throat, master Windu got their attention, his eyes on Obi-Wan
with his lips twitching faintly with suppressed amusement. “Your
master seems to feel that you may be able to handle some missions
away from Coruscant, as long as it’s not in any major metropolis
with too many people or creatures. And the healers also feel that you
may do good with coming away from Coruscant for a bit as you are more
used to a life on a planet with… less pollution,” That was one
way of putting it Obi-Wan mused to himself. “But what do you say
Padawan Kenobi? Do you feel ready to take on a mission?” The master
of the order leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

Rubbing
Iri’s head while feeling Qui-Gon’s support in their bond, Obi-Wan
smiled shyly before nodding. “I do believe I might be ready
masters, I defer to the wisdom of my elders and I do feel like I
might be able to handle some under Master Qui-Gon’s guidance.” He
stated, feeling excitement in his veins.

It was
time for another step into the galaxy.