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In JediAreCats can we see everyone going»Wait they like each other?!?!?» To the relationship plo Koon has with his wolf pack/son’s (since everyone thinks cats and dogs hate each other) (♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ and take my platonic love for you are amazing)

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Rubbing his chin, Mace glanced at Obi-Wan and then jerked lightly
towards the napping pile, getting a small shrug in return. “Yeah, I
don’t know either. It’s always surprising to see them all like
this.” He stated quietly.

The
reason for their little staring game?

Plo
Koon and his wolfpack, currently curled up in the sun all together
with Plo in the middle and the rest of the pack settled around.

From
what Obi-Wan understood, the Wolfpack were actually mixed in with
some canine DNA, making them more wolfish and predatory in nature
than the rest of the troopers.

That
didn’t always mix so well with felines and Jedi had sometimes
encountered people with canine DNA that reacted rather negatively to
their presence.

It had
been one of the small worries at the start of the war when Plo had
taken on the Wolfpack.

However,
to many’s surprise, the troopers reacted just as any other clone
and wrapped around their Jedi in a tightly knit, protective pack.

They
were even more attuned to Plo than most troopers even, more aware of
the under currant of instincts that the Jedi fought against with the
Force and knew better than anyone when to step in to help their Jedi
and how to behave around said Jedi when the instincts, in a rare
moment, got the better of Plo.

Plo,
Yaddle and Yoda were very old and all three of them had good handles
on their instincts… most of the time that was.

There
were instances where even Yoda, Yaddle and Plo’s instincts were
pushed to the brink and they gave after for them.

Like
when they were napping in sunny spots and woke abruptly from said
naps.

Obi-Wan
had a very vivid memory of Qui-Gon pouncing on Yoda during one of
their returns to the temple, both of them tired but Qui-Gon feeling
mischievous on his instincts when they saw Yoda napping in the
gardens.

The
big human had slunk off, shockingly silent for a man his size and
made his way to Yoda as everyone nearby had either watched in
suspense or been held back by their friends so Qui-Gon could do said
pouncing on his Grandmaster.

Yoda
had not been amused and had retaliated by Force showing
Qui-Gon high and fast up into the sky, the big man landing with a
humongous splash right into the closest river and coming out sopping
and spluttering as Yoda grunted in satisfaction before going right
back to his nap as everyone around cackled.

Obi-Wan
had faint memories of scuttling around a dripping Qui-Gon,
alternating between being worried like a kit and wanting to rub up
against him like a kitten seeking reassurance and giggling at the
sight of his master looking like a drowned cat.

It was
a fonder memory of gentler days.

Smiling
slightly to himself, fiddling with his bell, Obi-Wan glanced around
and found Cody, settled on a crate as he spoke with Ponds, the two
commanders looking like they were debating rather heavily.

His
smile grew at the sight of relaxed men, being able to be just that…
be relaxed.

There
were patrols out and people working but mostly people were getting to
relax as it was the still before the storm.

“We’re
lucky to have them, aren’t we?” Mace rumbled, his voice breaking
through Obi-Wan’s thoughts suddenly.

Glancing
at the older man, Obi-Wan nodded slowly. “Anyone else would have
exposed all of our habits… not all of them to be spiteful but out
of feeling the rest of the galaxy should know or because they find it
hilarious but the troopers… they only make short little videos,”
He looked back at Cody and Ponds, his smile softening with fondness.
“Nothing that could harm us, nothing that could bite back but only
shows us as…” He trailed off.

“Sentient
beings just like everyone else, compassionate and flawed like
everyone else and yet worth care.” Mace added, crossing his arms
over his chest.

Obi-Wan
knew that Mace wasn’t too fond of the exposed ‘Jedi are cats’
but that he understood the impact it was having on the public and
therefore was allowing it.

It was
nice to be welcomed for once instead of looked at with suspicion, the
people they interacted with curiously waiting to see the feline
behavior.

‘Maybe…
we could make it out of this war… maybe.’ Obi-Wan mused, flushing
when he saw Cody’s eyes trained on him, fondness in the troopers
eyes.

Distant Pain, how does obi react to having Dogma transfer to him? Are there other clones that transfer to his unit as well? And you mentioned that Quinlan was looking for info about the Chancellor. How is that going?

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Pausing, cup at his lip, Obi-Wan stared at the trooper over his cup,
blinking slowly. “…I’m sorry, I think I spaced out there a
moment. What did you say Dogma?” He demanded incredulously.

Because
he couldn’t have heard right, could he?

Dogma
couldn’t have said what Obi-Wan heard…right?

The
other shuffled a bit, standing at Obi-Wan’s bedside as the medic
still hadn’t allowed him out of bed. “I… I have requested a
transfer to your battalion and it was granted, I am now officially
under your command though the paperwork is still in transit.” Dogma
licked his lips but outside of the shuffle, didn’t move from his
parade rest.

Lowering
his cup, Obi-Wan stared at the other before glancing at Zuru and then
back to Dogma. “…Dogma, I don’t have a battalion.” He
carefully pointed out.

Dogma
slumped a bit, looking stricken.

It had
been like this since the start of the war though. Just him, just
Zuru, just black ops missions.

‘But
you’re no longer doing black ops missions are you. You are removed
from them, effective weeks ago by the rest of the council.’ A voice
pointed out that sounded a lot like a very smug Siri as Obi-Wan
turned contemplative, focusing on his cup and the steaming tea.

Would
that mean he had to get a battalion?

The
idea of being responsible for so many was not an idea that sat well
with Obi-Wan, it was one thing to work alongside the troopers.

It was
another to be responsible for their lives, to make sure they
survived.

Obi-Wan
could keep Cotton and Zuru alive, but an entire battalion…

‘But
I can keep Dogma alive…’ He slowly raised his eyes to look at
Dogma, a small huffing laugh escaping him. “Very well, I guess I
have to start somewhere and I imagine the rest of the council won’t
be leashing me down any time soon.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly,
relaxing against the headboard as Dogma instantly perked up.

“I
won’t let you down sir!” He barked out, lifting his hand in
salute.

“First
off, when we’re alone, you can call me Obi-Wan then Dogma,”
Dogma’s lip twitched a bit and Obi-Wan repressed a chuckle, knowing
fully well why the other was named as he was. “Second, I guess it’s
time I pick a paint huh.” He looked to Zuru.

The
pilot smirked, leaning his elbows on Obi-Wan bed. “Well, my armor
already has black symbols on it but I wouldn’t say no to some
silver.” He teased, winking at Dogma, who shot him a slightly
scandalized look, a twitch in his Force aura betraying his amusement.

“Black
and silver huh…” Obi-Wan mused, lifting the cup to his lips
before grinning. “Well, why not. If I’m stepping out of the dark
to be one of the Jedi peace keepers once more, why not be flashy and
attract some attention.” He glanced to Zuru, the man staring at him
in turn.

Then a
wide grin crossed his face. “Really? I can paint my entire armor in
silver and black if I want?” He shifted closer.

Dogma
looked between them in confusion.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan let out a small chuckle at Zuru’s excitement. “Sure, why
not. Go nuts Zuru.” He encouraged quietly.

“Um,”
Dogma raised his hand, looking a bit uncomfortable at interrupting
but clearly also confused and wanting to know. “Am I… missing
something here sir?” He looked between them, moving closer when
Obi-Wan patted the bed.

Gingerly,
he sat down at Obi-Wan’s bedside, sitting with his thigh up so he
could face Obi-Wan but also see Zuru at his side. “Because of our
black ops status, Zuru hasn’t really been able to paint his armor
like many other vode do,” Obi-Wan explained. “Less chance of
anyone singling him out if they recognize the symbols of his armor. I
am noticeable myself of course but I can also make people forget me
with the Force if strictly necessary.” He took a small sip of his
tea, not mentioning that if push came to shove, Obi-Wan could also
defend himself, both physically and in court, should something
happen.

He
knew he was depriving Zuru of something that belonged to the culture
of the vode, but at the same time, the worry of someone recognizing
and using Zuru… harming him…

No,
that was something Obi-Wan couldn’t live with.

Therefore,
Zuru had only used black paint very sparsely on his armor and Obi-Wan
had used nothing on his own in solidarity with the other.

“Well,
we can go and get armor paint down in the quartermaster bay, I know
there is blue for sure but there is also other colors.” Dogma had
clearly tuned Obi-Wan out a bit in excitement as he gave his focus to
Zuru, both excited by the prospect of fixing up their armors.

‘…I
could get comfortable with this…’ Obi-Wan couldn’t help but
think, Cotton jumping up on the bed to snuggle up to Obi-Wan’s hip,
Zuru and Dogma discussing armor designs and how Dogma would either
need to scrub his blue 501st paint or do two layers to
cover up the blue fully.

Also #snowwhitepurity??? I mean, Obi-Wan wants Anakin too, right? That’s what he meant when he said he’s been tempted right? How’s he feeling about this enforced clinginess?

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In the end, he’s only human after all.

Curled
into Anakin’s strong body, feeling the shift of muscles and warm
skin, even hidden by a sleep shirt, is doing things to Obi-Wan’s
body in return.

The
urge to touch is strong but for all that the urge is strong, Obi-Wan
will remain pretending to be asleep thank you very much.

He’d
rather not embarrass himself anymore in front of Anakin and give him
anymore clues to Obi-Wan’s disgusting inclinations thank you very
much.

‘It’s
not fully my fault.’ He sighed internally, almost purring with
pleasure as his padawan started slowly stroking his sun tanned,
slender fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair. Due to the ritual,
Obi-Wan’s urge to touch was stronger than normal, to the point of
it being difficult to resist being close to the only human on the
ship.

Anakin.

Who
was warm and who Obi-Wan had been attracted to since the damn brat of
a padawan grew into a man.

Still
slightly gangly and awkward at time but with a smile that could rival
suns and bright blue eyes that kept entrancing Obi-Wan.

And
Anakin made Obi-Wan laugh.

Was
there when Obi-Wan needed someone, like the time Obi-Wan had come
down one of the outer core plagues and was pretty much shitting
himself to death if it wasn’t for treatment.

Very
tender treatment, Anakin enduring all of the awfulness associated
with the wilder core plague, all to make sure Obi-Wan would be
alright, that he would recover without taking too much sever damage
that rest and fluids could not fix.

‘Lusting
after my own padawan… I’m such a deviant,’ Obi-Wan couldn’t
help but bitterly think even as he pressed his cheek to Anakin’s
chest, listening to the steady heartbeat of the other, breathing
slowly with him as he feigned sleep. ‘It was one thing when I
myself was a padawan wanting my master, at least I wasn’t about to
take advantage of Qui-Gon and he had no interest in me. But my own
padawan?’ He couldn’t help but despair, wondering if he
should have taken up Quinlan or Siri’s offer.

He had
connections with them and maybe he wouldn’t be such a degenerate if
he just got laid already by someone and had the ‘cork’ popped so
to speak.

But
for some reason, the idea of getting into bed with even someone he
trusted like Quinlan or Siri was making his stomach flip flop
uncomfortably.

‘Would
I even manage to maintain an erection throughout it if I’m this put
off right now?’ Obi-Wan wondered depressingly.

The
truth of the matter was that Obi-Wan Kenobi had at one point fallen
distressingly in love with his padawan, going from an attraction
where he was willing to consider sleeping with the other to actually
outright loving him in a way he clearly shouldn’t.

The
power dynamic was clearly ripe for abuse.

But
what the body and the mind wants…

Obi-Wan
still had a few shameful memories of laying in tight quarters, Anakin
tucked up against his back, his soft cock pressed to Obi-Wan’s butt
through thin sleep pants as Obi-Wan resisted the overwhelming urge to
palm himself or rock back.

And
then there were the moments when natural body reactions kicked in and
Anakin had an erection because human bodies were just like that.

The
memory of Anakin humping Obi-Wan’s thigh was one that would be
burned into dirty mind forever and it bought him pleasure but also
great shame and he had spent a full day meditating while a concerned
Anakin kept checking on him, something that had done nothing for the
shame burning through Obi-Wan at the time.

‘I’m
just a dirty old man, aren’t I… He’d be so disgusted if he knew
what was going through my mind.’ Obi-Wan thought ruefully, still
fully feigning sleep, Anakin’s fingers gently teasing through his
hair, the skin craving soothed by their closeness.

It starts with book what did he get?! Is it a cat, a dog? Something else entirely? What?! And can we see more interaction with members of the Council, like Mace or Yoda?

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Shifting nervously, looking between the box and his master, Obi-Wan
bit his bottom lip.

The
sight had Qui-Gon softening, feeling Obi-Wan’s nerves as he knelt
down, undoing the crate’s little door. “Surprises hasn’t been
pleasant for you until now, has it Obi-Wan.” He noted kindly,
getting a soft little grunt.

“Not…
not really. The last surprise I had was when one of the halls caved
in on me and prevented me from reaching the one garden I had access
to in the ruins.” He stated quietly. Obi-Wan hadn’t been able to
go outside of the Je’daii temple because of how much of a ruin it
was.

It had
been impossible to get out because of the way everything had caved in
and while the ghosts could go outside, Obi-Wan’s only access to
sunlight had been the holes in the roof that were too high up for him
to jump even with Force enhancement.

Letting
out a hum of understanding, Qui-Gon reached into the crate and pulled
out…a rat.

A
large rat that was easily the size of some of the tooka kittens
Obi-Wan had seen around the temple, with big black eyes whiskers and
small pawed feet.

However,
compared to the gray and brown rats he had seen and eaten throughout
his life, this one was a fetching shade of red from it’s head to
it’s tail with it’s sleek fur, though after a second Obi-Wan
watching with amazement as it shifted into blue and then back to a
copper shade of red.

Smiling
at the look, Qui-Gon stood and approached, holding the rat out for
Obi-Wan to take, watching as the man gingerly took the rat to hold it
on one arm, supporting it against his chest. “…This is a Milkyway
rainbow rat, they’re breed as therapy pets that help people with
various disabilities like touch starvation or sleep disorders.”
Qui-Gon stated, gently running his index finger from the top of the
rat’s head and down his back to the tail.

Watching
with amazement, Obi-Wan stared as the tail wrapped around his wrist,
showing it was prehensile as the rat placed it’s paws on Obi-Wan’s
chest to lean up and sniff at him, big black eyes watching him as two
rather silver looking teeth became apparent with how close it was to
Obi-Wan’s face now.

“They
are very loving animals,” Qui-Gon stated, bringing Obi-Wan’s
attention back on him as the padawan held the rat to his chest.
“They’ve been breed to be clever and helpful where you are not
allowed to have larger animals, their teeth are strong enough to
break durasteel and most metal and it’s fur…” He ran his finger
along it’s back once more, the color shifting in a rainbow of
colors.

Staring
in fascination, Obi-Wan found he couldn’t decide who to look at
more, the rat in his arm or his master. “I’ve… never seen a rat
like this. I mean, we had rats on Typhoo but not this big or color
changing.” He used the hand not supporting the curious sniffing rat
to his chest to repeat the gesture Qui-Gon had done, tracing the
spine while very pointedly not saying anything about eating said rats
when he could catch them.

An
array of colors meet the action and Qui-Gon chuckled quietly.
“They’re pouch rats, I imagine you only had common rats back on
the island that got into the temple. Pouch rats store food in the
pouches of their mouth. He’s yours to have Obi-Wan, to care for and
be responsible,” The man paused, watching him closely as Obi-Wan
blinked at him. “You aren’t unaware of the amount of issues you
have Obi-Wan, he’s to help you. Pets can aid with panic attacks,
with touch starvation and many other issues and he is trained for
such things.” Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan peered at the animal for a long
moment.

Biting
his lips, Obi-Wan stared into the black eyes before smiling slightly.
“Thank you. Master Patia, Viruta and Martiza tried their best but…”
Qui-Gon held up his hand, interrupting.

“As
ghosts, they could only do so much,” He rumbled, resting his hand
on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and smiling sadly when he instantly shifted
closer. “I commend them for what they have done but there were
limits. Your masters did their best, now we and I in particular, have
to help you with the rest and help you adjust to the world outside of
the island and temple ruin you grew up on.”

Having
nothing to say to that, Obi-Wan only nodded mutely as he focused on
the animal that was curling up against his chest, smiling slightly to
himself at the feeling of something warm trusting him so, he didn’t have the luxury of something like this back at the temple and the shifting of the colored fur was amazing to watch.

“However,
our new friend here needs a name,” Qui-Gon announced, his voice
warm as Obi-Wan focused back on the master. “I figured you would
like to give him a name since he’s yours.” The Jedi explained.

‘A
name? I’ve never named something before…’ Obi-Wan blinked
heavily, glancing back down at the creature cuddled up in his arms,
the warmth of it reaching through the layers of cloth as it breathed
contently, his eyes shut in an almost lazy fashion. “A name…”

AWOLJedi! I love the fallout of the Jedi Corps leaving. Can we see how more of the Jedi are doing? Or anything for this AU, really!

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Pausing in the dark entrance, Anakin looked around slowly before
breathing out shakily, his breath turning into mist.

The
Jedi temple had never been so cold or dark before.

So
empty.

Even
during the war, beings wandered these halls and yet now they were
empty after the Jedi had all left and taken everyone that were
affiliated with them to the same place. And the clones too, the
troopers sometimes walked during the halls during the war too and
were part of the living Force of it all.

Created
their own warmth.

Since
no one was here, it had been officially decided to remove power and
water to the Jedi temple, relocating it elsewhere until a decision on
the grand temple could be taken.

As
Anakin understood it from Padme, everyone was bickering about it in
the Senate, some wanting to hold it for the Jedi to come back, others
wanting to dismantle it and every other suggestion in the galaxy.

The
Jedi temple location was after all prime real estate, a massive area
with many things inside it despite the Jedi taking what was of worth
to them with them.

There
were still material in the building if you dismantled it down and
things that were inlaid in the very walls of it creation, golden
images and art and-shaking his head firmly, Anakin banished the
thought.’

The
idea of someone ripping it all down, of dismantling the wall arts and
taking it apart brick by brick and melting durasteel was making his
head hurt.

A soft
coo interrupted his thoughts and he turned, smiling down at his twins
as Luke blinked up at him with large blue eyes, Leia eating her own
hand as her brown eyes looked around.

Both
of them were Force sensitive, highly so and it wouldn’t shock
Anakin if they could feel the impression of the Jedi that once lived
in these dusty rooms. Anakin had often needed to interject his own
shields between the twins and the world, especially if other senators
were visiting Padme, their petty emotions upsetting the twins.

“Wanna
take a look around kiddos?” He crouched down, cooing softly to the
two stationed in the floating carriages. “I know it’s dark and
all but R2 and I got flashlights so we can see. Wanna see where Daddy
grew up and Uncle Obi taught him?” He smiled goofily as Luke
started babbling back,

Leia
just watched it all with her dark eyes.

And
Anakin couldn’t help but feel judged by them, a sense of unease and
discomfort rising inside of him as he looked back to the dark and
dusty entrance hall.

He
couldn’t help but feel like his selfishness had made the situation
worse.

That
he should have listened better. ‘I’m only human… I make
mistakes. But… maybe I can make up for it?’ Biting his bottom
lips, Anakin reached for the flashlight on his belt, having never
quite gotten out of the habit of carrying items as he did with Jedi
missions.

He had
everything from lockpicks, flashlights, antibacterial cloths to
clocks and as a new parent, he also had the bag of diapers, food and
so on for the kids.

One
needed to be prepared, both as a new father and as a former Jedi.

‘Maybe
I could get into contact with Obi-Wan again…’ Anakin lit up the
hall with his flashlight as best he could, R2’s stronger light
doing more as they started slowly entering the abandoned Jedi temple,
the floating baby carriages following Anakin. ‘I just want my
brother back…I want to make amends if I can… I want to make
amends… please… I just want Obi-Wan back… I just want him to…’
Anakin paused, staring into the dark, R2 questioningly beeping at
him. ‘…I want him to be proud of me…’

()()()

Sneezing
hard, Obi-Wan blinked in confusion before giving the rest of the
council an apologetic bow. “It seems I may be coming down with
something. I apologize.” He murmured quietly.

He got
a few murmurs of sympathy and a grumpy murmur from Adi. “It’s
about time someone other than me gets sick from this, I’m tired of
being the only council memb-achoo!” She groaned loudly, rubbing her
chest before pulling her blankets back around her, sulking at
everyone as they cracked up laughing.

A few
Jedi were experiencing some minor infections and colds from the
transfer to a new environment but most were coping well.

Adi
was the only one among the council and it was proving to leave her
rather grumpy.

It was
amusing honestly to see her sulk at everyone and troopers following
her around to try and get her to drink tonics or cover up.

What
would the Jedi do without their troopers…

For JediAreCats can you write something about Mace windu or Kit Fisto?

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There’s a noise.

It’s
the fluttery noise of an insect and it should be ignored because this
is serious time but there is a fluttery noise of wings and Mace is
really trying to give his attention to Commander Ponds and Commander
Cody.

But
there is an insect and it is flying around.

And
Obi-Wan is smirking at him over the table, smug asshole he is. He can
hear the bug too, his hands are fisted on the table and he can hear
the bug too but is ignoring it better than the master of the order as Mace and he stares each other Jedi down,
ignoring the collar and bell the other is still wearing.

And
the little hickey he doesn’t think anyone is noticing that
Commander Cody keeps glancing at.

But
Ponds is being serious and delivering a report…

But
there is a bug.

“Sir?”
Ponds paused mid-report, giving him a careful look as Mace quite
firmly twitched back to the situation at hand.

“Apologies, please continue
on commander.” Mace inclined his head, resisting the urge to make a
clicking noise as the bug wings fluttering hit his ears again, the tiny flapping
noise.

Ponds
was giving him a look, Cody too, though he was switching to eyeing
Obi-Wan carefully and Mace can see Obi-Wan’s eyes twitching.

He’s
looking for the bug too.

The
noise is almost grating and Mace needs to focus.

‘Or
a nap.’ He thought ruefully, even as Ponds continued with the
report much to the Jedi master’s relief as he slowly crossed his
arms behind his back in parade rest, forcing himself to relaxing
and keep an open body language.

And
then the bug shot past the command table, caught in the color of the
topical holo map of the landscape, both Obi-Wan and Mace eyes zeroing
in on the annoyance and while Obi-Wan simply twitched, managing to
resist the impulse, Mace did not, too tired to fight against the
impulses the Force gave them.

And
with a loud growl, Mace pounced forward, Commander Cody barely jumping out
of the way to avoid being crashed into by an eighty four kg heavy
Jedi master as he flew across the table, his large hands smacking
together to make a resounding boom as he caught the bug in his grasp,
smoshing it between his palms as a small chittering noise escaped the
back of his throat.

All at
once, the situation hit Mace as he stood crouched down on the other
side of the temple, Obi-Wan smirking smugly down at him with Cody,
Ponds and the rest of the command tent staring at him with wide eyes
before realization hit.

“You’re
tired, aren’t you General.” Ponds carefully stated more than he asked.

Flushing,
grateful his dark skin hid it, Mace slowly straightened. “…There
was a bug.” He muttered, sending a glare at Obi-Wan when the damn
Stewjoni cackled quietly at him.

Then
he smirked when Commander Cody sent him a sharp look at the noise,
Obi-Wan flustering a bit. “They both are from the sounds of it,”
Cody stated dryly, glancing at his fellow clone commander. “…Maybe
a small recess before we continue?” He questioned, clearly speaking
over the head of both of them and kark Obi-Wan for promoting Cody, he
was Marshall Commander and could actually do that.

“Cody…”
Obi-Wan whined quietly only to sigh and glance at Mace when the trooper threw him a sharp, evaluating look. “…The
Force is being a bit prickly, maybe a nap might be a good idea?” He
grumbled quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Glancing
down at his hands smashed together still, Mace grimaced and nodded.
“And an antibacterial cloth…” The man grumbled before letting
out a relieved noise as Ponds pulled a cloth out of one of the
pockets of his belt. “Force bless you commander.” Mace opened his
hands, both grimacing at the green mess in his slimy hands, barely
noticing Commander Cody leading Obi-Wan away.

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Swirling the blood carefully, Che let out a low noise before showing
it to the zabrak beside her.

The
man stroked his chin, squinting at the blood before nodding and
turning to Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, a warm smile on his face. “I have
to say once more padawan Kenobi, thank you for allowing these
questions and studies, invasive as they must feel to you. Thanks to
you, we have come further in understanding soul withering in the last
two months than we have in the five years I’ve been trying to make
heads and tails of it.” He murmured gratefully.

Smiling,
rubbing his inner arm, Obi-Wan gave a small nod.

He was
right, some of the questions were very invasive and Obi-Wan
had not liked answering them honestly.

But…
the idea of leaving so many blank spaces in the understanding of soul
withering was leaving a bitter taste in his mouth too, so when soul
healer Francus came with a respectful bow and a request to them,
Obi-Wan had easily agreed despite knowing there would be very
invasive questions asked.

And
he had been right.

‘Though…
having mas-Qui-Gon here is making it a bit more berable.’ Obi-Wan
mused, glancing down as the man in question carefully took his hand
to lace their fingers together.

After
conversations, they had decided that in moments like this,
conversations about the soul withering with healers and in private,
they would be the soulmates they were to be.

On
missions, in the salle and in front of other Jedi and the council,
they would remain master and padawan until Obi-Wan was knighted and
was fully Qui-Gon’s equal and therefore no longer beholden to the
man.

It
would be a tedious line to thread but Obi-Wan understood why they had
to.

Foremost,
they were Jedi.

And
Qui-Gon had only been allowed to take Obi-Wan on because of the
unique situation they were in thanks to the soul withering.

Had
the situation been any other, another master would have trained him
and even as it was, throughout his training, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had
been watched very closely by both healers and council members to
ensure that Qui-Gon was not taking advantage of Obi-Wan in any manner
or shaping him into an ‘ideal’ person.

Or
grooming him.

That
idea still brought a chill down Obi-Wan’s back if he was honest but
considering how Qui-Gon had been behaving through the years, it was
clear he had done his best to ignore the soulmate aspect of their
relationship for as long as Obi-Wan was his padawan up until his
injury.

A
thought hit him and he glanced to see Che and Francus conversing once
more before focusing on his master and soulmate. “Qui-Gon, what
will happen on missions now?” He whispered quietly.

Squeezing
Obi-Wan’s hand carefully, Qui-Gon raised a curious brow. “In what
manner?” Qui-Gon questioned back, clearly a bit confused by the question since he thought they had already spoken about everything they needed.

Wetting
his lips, flushing when the action made Qui-Gon glance at his lips,
Obi-Wan smiled awkwardly. “It’s just, before, we always had
separate beds…” He trailed off, watching Qui-Gon go from bemused
to suddenly bright red.

“Oh,
right…” Qui-Gon cleared his throat, turning his head to look at
the healers. “If you are done for the day, I would like to return
to our quarters with Obi-Wan, we still have things to discuss in
regards to our bond.” He stated as calmly and serenely as possible.

That
serenity was ruined by Che smirking knowingly at them and Francus
doing his best not to look at them with a pretend occupied look on
his face as he stared at something on his note taking pad. “Of course, if we need more tests conducted, we will send
a message Master Jinn.” Che stated playfully.

Both
padawan and master scampered out of that room pretty quick after
that, Obi-Wan’s cheeks burning with red and Qui-Gon’s ears and
back of his neck quite noticeably a red color too.

I really love it starts with blood. I like how Obi-wan and Qui-Gon joined together now. Maybe can we see more of them?

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For all that the world outside of
the temple he grew up is very strange to him still, Obi-Wan will
happily admit
that he’s gotten a fondness for the soaps, the depil cream, clean
clothes and the ease which
he can now personally clean up.

Hygiene
is a clear improvement and he enjoys it despite how confusing the
tunic and wraps still are to him as he struggles working out the
folds, mentally cursing out Quinlan for dunking him in the garden
lake while sending a wordless inquiry to Qui-Gon through their bond.

He
gets a ‘soon’ in response and slumps a bit, moving to the living
room of their quarters to wait on the man to arrive.

Happily
Qui-Gon doesn’t blame him for his ignorance and is happy to help
him get it right when Obi-Wan can’t quite remember how the other
had showed him to tie the entire thing off or straighten it.

Though
to be fair, Qui-Gon made himself look sloppy on purpose, showing off
his collarbone to everyone and with a wink to Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon had
explained it made people underestimate him.

Apparently
Qui-Gon gave off something he claimed as a ‘hippie’
vibe.

Obi-Wan
didn’t… quite understand that reference, despite Qui-Gon
explaining that it meant a person that didn’t conform and was free
spirited.

When
asked if that made Obi-Wan into a hippie, Qui-Gon’s eyes had
widened before he threw his head back and laughed, loud and warm as
he pulled Obi-Wan into a tight hug as he laughed.

It was
like being shocked with electricity and yet it felt so soothing at
the same time, Obi-Wan sinking into the warm embrace of the man as he
laughed and laughed until it tapered off into a soft chuckle, his
chest rumbling under Obi-Wan’s ear with his hands fisted into the
tunic of the man.

‘Hugs
are some of the things I like the most since I got to the temple,
especially master Qui-Gon’s hugs.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself,
settling tabards, sash and belt over the back of the couch before
settling down on the couch to wait on the man, his undertunic was
fine but that damn over tunic still being an issue, along with the
sash and belt.

Finally
the door slid open and Obi-Wan stood quickly while reaching out his
Force sense, letting out a relieved breath when no one followed
Qui-Gon in as the master hung up his robe and got his boots off.

Moving
around the couch, Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to freeze, blinking
at the gray crate with holes and a grate on beside the other man’s
feet, about a hand taller than the Jedi’s ankle. Staring at it,
Obi-Wan blinked heavily before looking up at Qui-Gon as the man
straightened, his boots now on the small mat beside the door.
“Welcome back master.” Obi-Wan said quickly, remembering his
manners.

Picking
up the crate with holes in it, Qui-Gon smiled slowly but warmly at
him. “Thank you Obi-Wan,” He murmured, crossing the floor and
setting the crate down on the caff table before turning expectantly
to Obi-Wan. “Do you need help with your tunic again?” He chuckled
out, eyeing the open over tunic.

Nodding,
sparing the crate a curious glance, Obi-Wan stepped closer to the
man. “Please, I tried but it kept coming out wrinkled and odd
looking…” He flustered.

“Right
under left.” Qui-Gon noted kindly, grasping Obi-Wan right tunic
flap, tucking it tightly under the left before pulling the left side
over and bringing the tabards over Obi-Wan’s head with one hand
while holding the tunic shut with his other, using the Force to bring
his sash over and wrapping it around Obi-Wan’s waist several times
and then sliding the end into the sash to tie it off as Qui-Gon used
his hands to straighten out the tunic and collar.

“…Can’t
I use the Force to do this?” Obi-Wan sighed, feeling a bit
overwhelmed with tunics, tabards, sash and belt, even as he reached
for his belt to put it on himself over the sash, his saber hanging on
it.

He
startled a chuckle out of Qui-Gon, the man shaking his head a bit
before the man settled a large hand on the duraplastic crate. “One
shouldn’t but I won’t stop you from it. Now, I have something for
you.” He tacked on, his smile turning a bit mischievous.

It
reminded Obi-Wan of Virtua right before the man would pull a prank on
Obi-Wan or one of the others.

It
also made him a bit leery. “For me?” He cautiously ventured.

And
then jumped behind the couch in surprise as a slight squeal came from
the crate, eyes wide as he looked back down at it.

A pair
of glowing eyes peered back at him from the grate opening of the
crate, something moving inside of it beneath Qui-Gon’s large
hand, Obi-Wan able to sense a life form inside of the gray crate now
that he focused on it.

“…Master,
what is that?” Obi-Wan squeaked out.

Qui-Gon’s
smile widened. “Your first proper gift in the temple.”

Eyes
wide, Obi-Wan looked between the man and the crate with the eyes
inside in bewilderment.

Maybe some hurt and comfort with Ani and Obi?

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Ignoring the fluttering black tunic and tabard hanging over the bush
beside him as he pressed the gauze pad to the others side, Obi-Wan
glanced up when Anakin hissed with pain. “Sorry, I wish I could
give you some painkillers but…” They both glanced at the medkit
resting beside Obi-Wan, only half full and clearly lacking in
anything that looked like pills or injections.

Even
the normal analgesic patch was gone.

Giving
his former master a shaky smile, Anakin breathed out laughingly,
grateful for the rather solid log he was sitting on with the tree
behind providing some support as he was feeling rather jelly like in
his bones. “So, care to guess, addict or just one of the padawans
trying to make moonshine again?” He got out in as joking a tone as
he could.

This
time however, Obi-Wan didn’t banter as normally, only focused back
on the injury Anakin sustained, the sunset sending the fading light
sparkling through his hair and brightening the gold in all the
copper.

‘I
guess I scared him this time…’ Anakin frowned, glancing up in the
sky where he could still see the explosion from the ship they had
taken the escape pod from, the sight of it dark and terrible in the
sky as they both knew that several troopers hadn’t made it to the
escape pods.

He
could only hope that most of the 501st had made it out, as
selfishly as that was to wish but Anakin liked his men, knew them
personally, made an effort to know their names and their faces,
regardless how alike they were, he still made an effort and he knew
that Obi-Wan did the same too.

Hell,
he knew the 212th almost as well as the 501st,
because they were Obi-Wan’s men and he worked with them so much.

But
there would always be casualties, as awful as that sounded, that was
the truth of battle, always casualties.

Especially
in ambush and Anakin couldn’t help but grit his teeth as he watched
another explosion take out another part of the ship, sectioning the
tail end from the main part of the ship. Able to see it but not hear
it or do anything for whoever might be trapped on board.

And he
didn’t doubt some were trapped on board.

With
only the dept of space as their grave and ceremony, cold and empty.

Even
the mass cremations used for the troopers were better than that,
because at least then you could salvage the helmets, write their
names down… make a memorial out of one of the few things the
troopers could call their own without question as they customized the
armor and it was never reused for others.

Hell,
wearing another troopers armor without permission was an affront,
even civilians knew that.

“You’re
so reckless…” Obi-Wan whispered out suddenly, Anakin’s head
snapping to look down as the older man head bent low as he continued
carefully reaching around to bandage the gauze to Anakin’s chest.
“You just had to stay behind, to ensure more people got away, to
wait for me…” He breathed out shakily.

‘I
really scared him this time huh?’ Anakin stared at the red
hair fluttering in the wind, swallowing a bit before hissing loudly
when Obi-Wan tightened the bandages to ensure pressure to the wound,
the older man apologizing quickly before continuing working.

Swallowing
hard, Anakin hesitated before slowly reaching out and placing his
hand on Obi-Wan’s head. “I’m… I’m sorry Obi-Wan.” He
stammered out, biting in the rest he wanted to say.

That
he loved Obi-Wan.

He
couldn’t say that, regardless how true it was, he’d always love
his old master but he worried about a scolding about attachment.

And he
couldn’t promise he’d never do something like this again.

Because
he would, he would always try to save Obi-Wan.

Where
there was a Skywalker, there would be Kenobi and visa versa and that
would mean rescuing the other.

That
had Obi-Wan glancing up, his face softening a bit before he tied off
the bandage. “Just… look after yourself more Anakin, please? My
old heart couldn’t take it if I lost you now, not to mention the
others that are waiting for you to come home.” He chuckled weakly.

Grinning,
Anakin nodded a bit. “Yeah, you’re right, Ahsoka might get lonely
if I leave now.” He laughed, winking slightly as Obi-Wan rolled his
eyes and reached for Anakin’s tunic to help him into it. ‘And
Padme, my beloved angel…’ He let his thoughts float a bit before
grunting as the sash tightened a bit on his wound, Obi-Wan murmuring
a quick apology.

War
would never be pleasant and there were sacrifices… but at that
moment, Anakin found that as long as he could have his old master at
his side like this, he wouldn’t the mind moments like of pain, despite how
tired he was.

Candleinthedark. It’s time for you to prove yourself, Anakin. Show Obi watch you’re made of (aka lots of love for Obi-Wan)!

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You could be forgiven for thinking that he was leading a younger
brother around though if anyone said it, Anakin would be happy to
crush their throats for daring to speak to them at all, much less
about Obi-Wan’s small stature and youthful behavior since he was
letting himself be lead around.

As it
was, Anakin was willing to extend some mercy to anyone’s stray
thoughts as he continued walking with Obi-Wan’s hand held tightly
in his own.

It had
taken a lot of coaxing, but he had managed to convince him to come
with Anakin out to dine, the young knight wanting to show Obi-Wan one
of his own favorite restaurants that actually served Tatooine
cuisine.

While
he would never miss the planet itself, the food was a comfort to
Anakin since he grew up with his mother making these kinds of things
for him and it would always bring him some measure of happiness as it
made him think of his mother, her hair tied up with a smile on her
face as she made flatcakes or gorg stew to feed the two of them.

From
there it had taken very little coaxing to get Obi-Wan to go to the
closest market in the upper Senatorial district, the man looking
around with wary curiosity at the colorful stands and booming
merchants.

Frankly,
Anakin had a double intention with taking Obi-Wan out.

Yes,
he did want to feed his small Jedi, that was one part of it and he wanted
comfort food himself but he also wanted to get Obi-Wan out of the
temple, away from prying eyes and the darkness of it.

Because
with the bond, Anakin could tell how the other was struggling even as
he tried to make sense of the world.

He’d
hate for their only chance to snuff out so fast and take their little
Jedi away.

One of
the things he had noticed after tearing his own chest open to show
Obi-Wan how much he needed him was that Obi-Wan had become slightly…
clingy.

He
liked having Anakin in close range, would often grab his hand or
press their shoulders together and had started doing so with Qui-Gon
too, though more cautiously.

Luckily,
both Qui-Gon and Anakin were very tactile people.

Especially
with Obi-Wan and easily made space for the redhead to curl into them
in some manner or surrendered their none dominant hand to the Jedi.

“It’s
very cheerful here.” Obi-Wan suddenly noted, drawing Anakin out of
his contemplation.

Pausing
by one of the large marble statues of some kind of hoofed animal so
they wouldn’t be in the way for the crowds, he turned his head to
peer down at the other, eyes curious.

Shrugging
faintly, Obi-Wan bit his lip as he continued glancing around.

With
more patience than anyone would believe of him, Anakin waited for
Obi-Wan to find the rest of his words and when they came, it took
Anakin a bit by surprise. “The clone wars are going on, aren’t
they? There were markets in my world too but… not like this, there
were regulations and rationing happening.” Obi-Wan continued,
flickering his eyes to look at Anakin, tightening his grasp on the
others hand even as he quickly avoided the golden eyes.

‘We
gotta find out what the kark my counterpart did…’ Anakin couldn’t
help but think even as he glanced around at the bustling market. “I
guess…” He stated slowly before shrugging. “Honestly though,
we’re managing pretty well against the CIS, Count Dooku may have
managed to cobble them together into a half decent system but the
droids are not good warriors, certainly not well enough to keep both
the troopers and Sith leading them at bay,” Anakin explained,
turning around so he could watch Obi-Wan closely, the green eyes
focused on their boots. “So they haven’t managed to cut off
supply lines.” He settled on.

A
small frown crossed Obi-Wan’s face before he nodded slowly, lifting
his eyes enough to look at Anakin’s chin thoughtfully. “I guess
none of you hold back against the droids…” He mumbled.

Squeezing
his hand, Anakin let out a small noise. “They’re droids, we’re
Sith. I’m not sure about the Jedi of your world but in our world,
they shy from certain Force abilities as they are perceived…” He
paused.

It was
enough to make Obi-Wan look him in the eyes, frowning faintly,
ignoring the twi’lek that passed almost close enough to knock into
him. “Dark?” Obi-Wan’s word came out more as a question than a
statement.

Shaking
his head, gently pulling Obi-Wan along towards where he could smell
sugar cooking and he knew he’d find some sweets for the other,
Anakin sighed deeply. “Evil. We set our own moral limits, there’s
not much we stop at if I’m honest and droids… we can and will
unleash our powers on them to secure our dominions.” That was the
best Anakin could give the other.

Obi-Wan
said nothing but Anakin could feel him turn thoughtful, though he
became somewhat distracted when they arrived at the sweets stand.

Some
things never changed and Anakin was glad for that, smiling at the
gamorran running the stand.