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How much does Oni and Obi know about Palpatine’s interactions with Wni?

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When
they are Oni, secrets don’t hold up.

And
trying to keep something a secret makes them unstable.

They
had discovered that early on, when both Anakin and Obi-Wan were
trying to keep secrets and their fusion came apart only hours after
they fused.

Of
course, at first they hadn’t know that keeping secrets from each
other made it happen but after one particular one where Anakin had
fantasied about one of the rather voluptuous older masters and tried
as hard as he could to keep it from Obi-Wan only for their fusion to
come undone the moment he was created…

Well,
that was from there they managed to figure it out.

And
haltingly, they had slowly started opening up to each other.

No
more secrets between them.

For
Oni to be more than just a couple of hours, they needed to be open
with each other, to not keep secrets and more than anything, they
needed to be honest.

That
meant not only about things they thought but also what they did.

Neither
Oni nor Obi-Wan approved of the meetings Anakin had with Chancellor
Palpatine and after listening to Obi-Wan’s concern about why,
Anakin had started to see the meetings in a new light.

And
when Obi-Wan had gotten hurt about the closeness Anakin had gotten
with Senator Amidala during
Naboo, the awkward flirting and semi dates,
not to mention the kiss right before the arena on Geonosis that
Obi-Wan had gotten to see when they formed Oni to deal with Dooku,
both coming off worse for wear and injured but knowing,
Anakin had listened to that hurt and stayed with his master instead
of running with the Senator to Naboo.

He
had pretended unconsciousness when the woman came to visit and ask
for a Jedi escort back, meaning that someone else had to escort her
and
for all the disappointment in her Force aura, Anakin couldn’t help
some relief mingled with the frustration in his belly.

Obi-Wan
had known the truth, but hadn’t called Anakin out on it, just
quietly held his injured
arm
while staring at Anakin with undisguised hope and also a bit of fear
as
he sat on the bed beside Anakin’s on the way to Coruscant, the
emotions palpable to Anakin.

But
among that fear and that hope was also
self loathing.

Anakin
had to tackle that issue too with Obi-Wan, the amount of self
loathing that threatened to choke Obi-Wan some days, especially the
first time Anakin had pulled his still master close and kissed him
softly on
the lips, hidden away in an alcove in the temple, the shadows and
statue hiding them away.

And
Obi-Wan had allowed it, his hands shaking as he cupped Anakin’s
face in his.

Those
two first months, they didn’t do anything beyond a simple kiss here
and there or hands held when no one could see them, regardless how
frustrated either felt, they let their fusion do the intimacy part
they couldn’t do.

And
then Anakin got knighted.

Obi-Wan
had pulled Anakin into his bedroom that night, self loathing, love
and need in his eyes as his hands guided a speechless Anakin to the
sash and belt of his own clothes.

And
then Anakin had overcome his surprise, kissing Obi-Wan with all the
fiery passion he had kept on leash as he had been the others padawan,
pushing the older Jedi onto the bed and kneeling above him as he
worked the tunic open and discarded it, hands eagerly running over
wry copper hair and hard muscles with scars and freckles littered
about.

That
had been it really.

They
hadn’t let go of each other since, kept the bond between them that
should have been dissolved, slept in the same bed when they could and
held each other through fire and smoke and blood.

And
when they could, they formed Oni and shared all their secrets with
each other.

Obi-Wan
shared his self doubt, his struggles to please people, the events of
the past and even the darkness he had touched in the moment Qui-Gon
had died.

And
in return, Anakin shared his doubt about his place in the Jedi order,
his isolation at time of his own making, his anger at the council,
his actions on Tatooine, his bone aching rage and the dark he had
touched.

They
shared, were horrified, soothed each other and scolded each other.

And
belonged together.

Not
a perfect being but a perfect partnership, manifested
in Oni.

So I feel like something saucy is coming up in Feral child. Am I right?

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Sliding
into the room, Cody glanced about then focused on his General.
“…Captain Rex has returned to General Skywalker’s side sir.”
He murmured, making his way over to his Sith, watching how the
holomap light played over the others face.

It
sent shadows playing over the man’s face, made lines that weren’t
there but the darkness also made those golden eyes seemingly glow in
the dark.

Obi-Wan
hummed slightly.

In
the time Cody had been gone, leading his brother away, Obi-Wan had
removed his outer tunic, leaving him in the rich black cotton tank
top beneath his layers and the dark leggings, his
hair hanging loose down his back, brushing slightly below his
shoulder blades in soft waves from his braid.

Hell,
even the boots were removed, set by the chair.

It
made the Sith look… soft.

And
it was a privilege to see this, of that Cody was certain and he and
the other Sith members were the only one who got to see this feral
man like this, undressed and almost soft.

It
made Cody want to muss up the hair of this powerful and dangerous
man.

The
thought with Obi-Wan dressed like this never failed to make Cody’s
breath quicken and his pulse race.

Glancing
at the map quickly, Cody raised his brows at the sight of both Nal
Hutta and Kamino, the two planets capitals zoomed in on. “Sir?”
He murmured quietly, stepping closer.

“Mmmn,
a philosophy of Sith is to take
what we want,” Obi-Wan hummed then chuckled quietly. “And
I will claim both Nal Hutt and Kamino as mine.”
He grinned slyly.

His
pulse beating in his ears, Cody moved before he could think twice,
the curl of those impish lips, the words and the flashing eyes
causing him to drop his helmet to the floor, sacrilege for a vode
really as he reached out and grabbed Obi-Wan by his shoulder, turning
the surprised man around as he pinned Obi-Wan to the holo display,
caught between the cold metal and Cody’s hard armor as the clone
bore down on him, Obi-Wan’s hands caught on the pauldrons of Cody’s
armor.

Locked
together, Cody’s knee pressed between Obi-Wan’s legs as arousal
thrummed between them, Obi-Wan looking startled but not angry or
upset as Cody slid his hand into that loose, long hair, catching it
to hold the other in place.

Breathlessly,
they both stared at each other, both wondering what the next move
was, waiting for the other to break this second.

Finally,
swallowing
heavily, Obi-Wan stared up at Cody. “…Are you going to hurt me?”
He murmured finally, tone low and intimate, caught
in Cody’s grasp and yet not fighting.

It
wouldn’t shock Cody if the other hadn’t been feeling his emotions
since the day he landed on Kamino, close to a month ago now.

Blinking
at
the question,
Cody tightened his grip on the others hair ever
so slightly,
just enough to give the threat but
not harm.
“Only if you want me to.” He whispered in return.

A
flash of heat went off in those yellow eyes, Obi-Wan staring at him
breathlessly and Cody couldn’t help but wonder if he miscalculated
when Obi-Wan spoke, low and intent, attention grabbing as always.
“Outside
of privates rooms… nothing can change, nothing will change. I’m
still Darth Carrion, I am the feral child and High General…” He
tightened his grasp on on the holomap display. “But… maybe with
you…” He hesitated.

Cody
felt his grip on the others hair ease as he leaned in, brushing their
noses together slightly. “I’m not here to tame you…Obi-Wan,”
The name brought another one of those flashes of heat in golden eyes,
Obi-Wan’s eyes unwaveringly
stuck on Cody. “I’m here because you told me Sith take what they
want and I am as close to a Sith without training… so that means I
can take what I
want,
right?” His lips brushed against Obi-Wan’s, the contact nerve
wracking and electrifying all at once.

He
could feel the others beard on his own skin, smell the oil the other
must use on it and he wanted to close that last distance.

He
didn’t.

Cody
waited, feeling Obi-Wan’s hands ease from their grip, slowly
stroking down the chest plate before fumbling around to the right
side, Obi-Wan reaching out his left to wave at the door, simply
shutting it down so no one could slice it open.

A
soft click echoed in the room among the beeps of terminals, the sound
of the chest plate disengaging from the magnetic. “Yes, yes you are
Cody.” Obi-Wan whispered softly, the breath and heat of it washing
over Cody’s face before the Sith closed that last distance, kissing
his commander as the chest plate got pushed out of the way by nimble
hands eager to explore.

What
happened in the command room was between him, Obi-Wan and the
unseeing terminals around them, armor and cloth discarded by curious
hands.

Aaaaaa I love all your AU’s and headcannons and what’s it’s about our beloved Jedi and our equally beloved Clones!! (Child!Obi-Wan, Sith!AU and the Monster AU’s are my favs) But then you mentioned The Goat and I’m like “does Coruscant have their own “Goat” that someone tries to burn down every year?? If so….poor Jedi and Clones if they’re tasked with guarding it. (Especially Fox as he’s stationed on Coruscant….poor guy).

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The
goat
is a hotly debated topic on Coruscant during the holiday season of
the cold year.

And
by hotly debated, they meant fire Fox
quickly learned as they prevented four arson attempts in the first
four days of the goat
being
constructed.

For
Life Day, a large, thirteen meter tall goat of all things would be
built out of straw with a framework of metal beneath that was reused
every year or that was the intention at least. The goat, once the
straw was built, would be lined with lights and red ribbons, curling
along the horns and the body and it was honestly quite a sight.

If
it wasn’t for the burning of the goat.

Because
that happened nearly every year.

Every
year, some farkled nerf herder would put the thing on fire or
outright steal
it for some bizarre reason.

They
could understand the burning of the goat, people were pyromaniac at
times after all and fire was nice and colorful and
honestly, some people were just destructive by nature
but why steal the damn goat, the straw wasn’t edible to anyone
after being coated in some kind of sealant to keep it intact on the
metal frame!

Not
to mention the days, upon days it stood in the square it was placed
in the Senatorial district.

Who
knew what that giant straw goat had on it.

But
this year the Senate had pulled out all the stops to keep the stupid
goat safe.

And
by that, it meant that there were now clone troopers and Jedi
guarding the stupid thing at all times, patrolling around.

So
far Knight Volna had already stopped a burning arrow midair and
Master Secura had lifted two fellows up that had been trying to hook
chains to the goat to spirit it away with a ship.

Not
to mention all the people the troopers had gotten the jump on during
the night when they tried to go under the cover of darkness.

It
did not work of course, the clone troopers were efficient
even at a task of guarding a goat.

A
straw goat.

‘Where
has my life gone.’ Fox couldn’t help but wonder as he stared up
at the giant thing.

When
he was decanted on Kamino, he would never have imagined this
to become one of his missions, not with his skill set.

At
least the sting to his pride was eased a bit since he wasn’t the
only one.

So
far Commander Keeli, Commander Bly and Commander Wolffe had been on
goat duty with their Jedi and soon it would be Commander Cody and his
Jedi, leaving Fox to do more important things like actually guarding
Coruscant!

‘How
did my life come to this, a hotly debated pile of straw, shaped like
a goat and now I want to burn it down myself for making me stand out
here in the freezing wind as it snows, just watching a stupid go-’
Fox internal rant was broken off as a shuttle landed on the nearby
platform, members of the 212th
jumping out followed by both their Commander and General, the latter
looking relaxed and frankly under dressed much to Fox disapproval.

General
Kenobi didn’t even have gloves on!

But
Fox saluted both his vod and the General. “Sirs.” He nodded.

“At
ease Commander Fox.” Kenobi smiled gently before looking around,
nodding in approval.

A
small, minuscule hint of pride eased off in Fox chest. At
least there was some approval in this stupid mission.

“I
see you’ve managed to keep the goat safe, hopefully we’ll manage
too.” General Kenobi chuckled before brushing snow out of his
copper hair, leaving Fox wondering where the hell the man’s robe
was at least.

“General.”
Commander Cody’s annoyed voice broke whatever response either Fox
or Kenobi was about to have, the man lifting a brown piece of cloth
from his arm.

A
robe.

‘Oh,
of course, Kenobi and his robe dropping ways, should have known.’
Fox couldn’t help but be amused as a the redhead clearly turned
sheepish before meekly accepting the robe and pulling it on, the hood
coming up to keep the snow out of his hair and face.

And
that was it for Fox really, Kenobi and Cody now on goat guard duty
and Fox back to his normal slums patrolling, thank Kamino’s oceans.

And
if someone heard him laughing in his office, four days later when
Skywalker and Captain Rex had failed to stop the goat from burning
down, well… no one had to see the glee on Fox face as he watched
the recording of that stupid giant goat burn.

Ah,
it warmed his lightly pyromaniac heart,
the heart all troopers had with the desire to see things burn.

Hey moddy thanks for opening the anon, yeah i am a little shy, so lets go to the busines can you continue shut me down, maybe what is planing Palpatine to do now that Dooku is in the temple, is he going to try someting more against them now that Ani and Obi are firends

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So
the boy was friends with Kenobi.

Staring
out his window, drumming his nails on the armlean of his chair,
Sidious narrowed his eyes in thought as he observed the glowing
lights of the Jedi tower.

He
had been enraged initially when Dooku had escaped to the Jedi temple,
Sifo-Dyas has gotten quite the trashing before Sidious had let the
man run off but now Sidious was wondering if it wasn’t for the
best.

This
broken once Jedi was friends with his apprentice to come.

Broken,
no longer a Jedi, someone who could be formed attachment to and could
form an attachment in return. Originally he had intended to get young
Amidala in with Skywalker, to cultivate a relationship between the
two since young Skywalker already had an attraction to the young
Senator.

Yet…

Kenobi
might be the better pick.

An
already broken up young former Jedi, who apparently had PTSD and
autism.

‘A
underdeveloped and easy to kill retard that needs others to protect
and guide him, so easy to get rid of and so easy to make young
Skywalker angry at the Jedi for loosing.’ Sidious smirked at his
window reflection.

Resting
his chin on his hands, Sidious chuckled quietly, eyes gleaming with
plots for the future.

()()()

Peering
at Obi-Wan’s hands and then looking up, Anakin blinked heavily. “So
you just work with your hands on clay instead of using the Force?”
He wiggled curious.

Humming
faintly, Obi-Wan nodded. “It’s… a physically nice sensation,
grounding to me. So I enjoy working with my hands with the clay to
shape things. Force sculptures are nice of course but they’re there
to help you refine your ability to use the Force. I know how to do
that, I like creating things with my hands more than with the Force
though.” He stated quietly before pausing, looking up and smiling a
bit at Anakin’s curious expression.

There
was a scraping noise and Anakin jumped in surprise, letting out a low
noise when the bowl of clay slid over to him.

“Go
ahead, the entire caff table is covered up, so if you want to make
something, you can too.” Obi-Wan murmured.

Brightening,
Anakin pulled his sleeves up so he wouldn’t get the clay on his
hands and quickly grabbed a good two fist big sized ball of clay from
the large bowl, setting it down in front of himself on the covered up
caff table.

He
started working on it quickly, kneading the clay like Obi-Wan had
done when Anakin arrived earlier. “So you just work it so it’s
easier to mold right?” He
questioned, working the light brown clay with his hands.

Humming,
Obi-Wan nodded. “It makes it supple so you can form it easier. Back
home, I have a pottery wheel to spin them but we don’t have them
here. Yan is trying to get me one but until then, I work with the
easier clay. You just need to work the clay and form it with water
before you bake it.” He stated quietly, content.

Working
with a medium, with clay and water and patience had always been nice
to him.

Just
like he liked drawing and playing his instruments.

A
little oasis in his own mind where he got to relax with his mind and
hands occupied.

It
didn’t always work of course, sometimes working with wet and slick
clay was just… too much.

But
other times it was just the thing to do.

And
having a friend working with him…

Glancing
at Anakin, Obi-Wan felt a small smile cross his lips as he watched
the blond knead and work the clay as best he could, clearly
fascinated with the texture just as much as Obi-Wan had been the
first time Yan had introduced him to it.

Obi-Wan
had a friend, a friend who was just as special as him and for the
first time since this entire endeavor happened, Obi-Wan couldn’t
help but feel happy to be back in the Jedi temple, regardless of the
why and the painful memories that was in the temple.

Because
there was also joy here.

Obi-Wan
had friend that was in the temple just as much as he was, compared to
Bant and the others, who were busy Jedi knights and having someone
beside Yan was filling a small void in Obi-Wan’s chest.

It
made him happy.

Does Sidious feel the difference in Ani’s crystal the next time he sees him in Kyber Tears?

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The
bittersweet joy mixed with sorrow reaches for him the moment the Jedi
enter the Senate and Sidious is on his feet before he can even
register what he’s doing, making his way to the door before he
finally manages to moderate himself and slow down.

To
gather himself while mentally growling with relief that he had been
alone in his office.

If
anyone had seen the look on his face at that moment…

Calm
outwardly once more, Sidious gives a benign smile to his secretary
and simply states he needs to stretch his legs, the two clone trooper
guards falling into step behind him as he makes his way out.

Laughable,
Darth Sidious does not need them but for now they are a necessary
disguise as he makes his way out into the long halls, following that
sorrow mixed joy, knowing what he will find and yet still needing to
see.

And
finally the hall opens so he can look down.

It’s
enough to make him grit his teeth.

Because
there is the blond head of Skywalker for sure, standing with Kenobi,
both of them speaking with Senator Amidala.

And
the kyber crystals down below chime with bittersweet joy.

Not
something truly happy yet so powerful it could easily overpower an
artificial crystal or a bleeding one.

So
close and yet so far away because Sidious couldn’t quite disguise
himself from Skywalker when it came to his own desire for the star
child he had no idea was hidden in the temple.

And
now that star child has gifted his padawan with a crystal that sings
of grief tinged joy, of companionship, of warmth and love.

Of
all the things Sidious has spent so long trying to convince Skywalker
that Kenobi does not feel for him.

It
will make turning the former even more difficult than before and it
will make it naught impossible for him to keep Kenobi imprisoned with
the emotions in those sabers as they will reach to Skywalker.

Will
remind him that Kenobi loves him, loves
him enough to give Skywalker a part of him, the part he has kept a
secret for many years, reminds him that he trusts Skywalker with the
part that could get him injured and mutilated because of the cruel
galaxy in search of profit or worse.

And
if there is one thing Skywalker would kill, die and Fall for it, it
is the love of those around him.

In
a foul mood, Sidious continues walking, glancing down the levels as
he continues watching the blond and red head move from Senator
Amidala finally.

He
has to get Kenobi out of the way.

He
needs to separate them or else Skywalker will never fall.

He
needs
to get this star child on his knees at Sidious feet.

()()()

Rubbing
his freckles self consciously, Obi-Wan slid a bit closer to his
former padawan. “Are they really that noticeable?”
He murmured quietly as
the two stepped into the elevator that would bring them back down to
the skycar parking.

From
the moment they had stepped foot into the Rotunda, he had felt like
eyes had been on him, observing him, judging him and Padme had
mentioned it had to do with the freckles that glowed since Obi-Wan
was no longer hiding them.

Letting
out a small hum while leaning forward to push the hanger button,
Anakin shrugged and glanced at his old master. “To be fair, they’re
new. I think that’s what’s going on more than anything. That
they’re new, you’re new in a roundabout way, so now everyone
wants to see and gossip.” He settled, the elevator shaking a bit as
it started downwards.

Frowning
a bit, Obi-Wan finally snorted then smiled. “That sounds like a
convoluted explanation of what I gave you as a teen when people kept
staring at you.” He teased lightly, his heart warming when Anakin
laughed, the crystal in Anakin’s saber chiming with it’s new
owner’s joy.

Winking,
Anakin reached out and playfully ruffled Obi-Wan’s hair, sniggering
when the older Jedi master let out a noise of offense and tried to
escape the hand. “Well, where do you think I learned it, oh great
master of the chosen one, Sith slayer?” He teased, his Force being
glowing with light and warmth.

Mock
huffing in offense, Obi-Wan straightened his hair back even as his
eyes twinkled with his delight. “Oh, please don’t drag out those
old titles. I thought you were as tired of hearing that as I was.”
He pretend shuddered.

The
two stared at each other before letting out equally amused, delighted
laughs, both equally relieved that they could.

They
were in the middle of a war but they still had each other and
regardless what went wrong anywhere else in the galaxy, whatever
anyone plotted against not only the Republic and the Jedi order but
the Skywalker and Kenobi duo in person… they would always have each
other, guarding each others back.

“Think
Cody and the others are still waiting in the hanger for us?” Anakin
murmured, settling his flesh hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder as he
watched Obi-Wan wipe the mirth from his eyes.

Chuckling
faintly still, Obi-Wan just nodded before shrugging. “What can I
say, we have each others back, but the 212th
and the 501st
have everything else covered,” Obi-Wan grinned wryly, the glow of
his freckles and eyes brightening for just a second in tune with his
emotions. Then
they dimmed, his smile fading a bit. “Is… everything alright with
Senator Amidala and you?”

Anakin
paused for a moment before shrugging, his hand tightening on
Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “She just felt that I should have spoken to
her about… you. Seeing as we have such a close… friendship.”
Anakin hummed before jumping a bit when Obi-Wan covered his hand with
one of his.

The
older man gave him a long, saddened look. “…I’m sorry Anakin,
for bringing discord into your relationship.” He whispered.

Throat
clogging a bit, Anakin wondered if there was more to those words
between
the lines than they implied,
if Obi-Wan knew.
But he dismissed that and instead smiled at Obi-Wan, squeezing his
shoulder a bit. “If she can’t handle that I kept a secret for
safety sake, then that’s her problem.” He stated firmly, pulling
the other into a one armed hug.

There
was nothing Anakin wouldn’t have done to kept Obi-Wan’s secret
before this.

And
there was nothing Anakin wouldn’t do to keep him safe now.

hey Moddy!! I really enjoyed dociledoll and I love it continuation: nostringscanholdme! Can you continue it please? Are rex and obi wan going to finally get together? Also, what about cody? is he still brainwashed under the empire’s control? Can they go rescue him?

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Taking
a deep breath of fresh air while tilting his face up towards the sun,
Obi-Wan took in the comfort of the sun on his skin before opening his
eyes when he heard a hoot of joy, watching with a small grin as two
clones were fighting their way out of their clothes while running
towards the shore line, throwing
up sand with their bare feet when they reached the beach line before
throwing themselves nude as the day they were decanted into the most
likely chilly water.

“Well,
at least someones eager for a bit of respite,” Rex noted dryly as
he slid up beside the Jedi, his brow cocked with a small smirk
playing
on
his lips as
he observed his vode with mirth clearly lurking in his eyes. “Didn’t
think I’d see full moons in the afternoon.”

Chuckling
slightly, Obi-Wan shrugged. “It’s not often we take a break from
space, much less in a place like this.” He glanced around, taking
in the beautiful shades of green all around them, the color broken up
with flowers here and there and then the waste ocean that was fresh
of all things.

A
practically untouched moon and most likely not on the Empire’s
radar.

They
could refill their water here and get some shore leave without worry
and it was doing Obi-Wan’s lungs a world of good to be out of the
ship and the recycled air for a bit.

Homebase
was their home now for sure but that didn’t mean that Obi-Wan
didn’t miss the sensation of a proper wild forest around him at
times, the growing beds rooms were nice but nothing like this forest.

“They
aren’t the only ones who could do with some respite, though maybe
not in direct sunlight, Helix would have our heads if we let you get
sunburned again.” Rex noted out loud, breaking Obi-Wan from his
thoughts as the captain’s hand lightly slid around Obi-Wan’s
waist, pulling him towards the circle of chairs that had been set up
in the shade.

The
arm around his waist was light, could easily be broken away from and
Obi-Wan relished in it.

So
different from the suffocating and hard grasp Vader had always used.

Gentle
affection and warmth even as Rex gently pushed him into a
chair in the shade.

It
was a nice spot and it became even nicer when Rex took the seat
beside him, the two settling in to watch everyone do their own
things.

Some
were swimming or playing around in the water, some were picking
shells from the beach, some had laid down to sunbath and others were
simply milling around in the forest line, a few making their way
towards Rex and Obi-Wan.

The
sight of some of them made Obi-Wan’s chest hurt, particularly
Reflex, who sported a scar curving his temple. “…Do you think
Cody is alright?” He whispered before he could stop himself, seeing
Rex tense out of the corner of his eyes.

And
clearly the approaching group had heard him too, because suddenly
they were heading a different direction, making their way into the
forest instead.

The
waves lapped at the beach and the sound of the vode playing around
filled the cold silence between them before Rex finally slumped
forward, his face in his hands. “I don’t know. I hardly know
anything about anyone who hasn’t managed to de-chip themselves.
Last I heard, Cody was being sent to Kamino to be an instructor for
the younger vode.” He murmured heavily, raising his head to look at
Obi-Wan with a worn down expression.

Nodding
slowly, Obi-Wan shifted until he could lay his head on Rex shoulder,
both quietly missing their friend and brother. “…Last I saw him,
he was handing me my lightsaber moments before he fired at me.” He
whispered, feeling Rex tense up again.

“I’m
so-”

Obi-Wan
cut in, shaking his head without lifting it. “It wasn’t his fault
and it wasn’t your fault, I know whose fault it is and I don’t
blame any of you.” Obi-Wan sighed softly and Rex slowly slid an arm
around him, the two watching the ocean and the vode play without
saying anything else.

In
a way, Obi-Wan was grateful that Rex didn’t promise to find Cody.

It
would be close to an impossible promise, regardless how much they
wanted them free.

With
so many clones…

But
it was nice to hope and wish.

After
what Vader had done to him, Obi-Wan was allowed to wish for things
now that he was safe and together with Rex and the Vode Alliance as
it had become known as.

The
vode, a few Jedi and the freedom of space.

And
Obi-Wan at Rex side, safe and content.

‘And
maybe…’ Obi-Wan hesitantly reached out and grasped the Rex left
hand, slowly lacing their fingers together as Rex tightened his right
arm around Obi-Wan. ‘Maybe even happy.’

More of Itstartswithblood please!!! I’m dying to learn about the Force ghosts!

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Shifting
slowly, Obi-Wan reluctantly woke to the world of the living, feeling
exhausted and wanting to sleep still.

It
was his cheat day as his masters said and it meant he could do
whatever he wanted and that included sleeping in if he wanted to but
after five years of routine, his body kept insisting on waking him at
seven AM
as if it was not his cheat day.

‘Just
one of these days, I want to sleep in on my cheat day instead of
waking up every week at seven AM
on those too.’ He thought in sleepy annoyance as he curled his
blankets more around himself, refusing to even entertain the idea of
getting out of his bed of gathered furs and blankets.

“Awww,
is our teenager cranky?” A teasing voice murmured and Obi-Wan
grimaced before pulling the blankets more up around himself until his
face was covered, the voice laughing but moving away to let Obi-Wan
do as he wanted.

But
now he was really awake and with a deep sigh, Obi-Wan pushed his
covers away and rolled to the edge of the furs, sitting up and
stretching slowly.

Sleep
stiff, slow muscles slowly came alive and Obi-Wan grumpily reached
for his boots, sticking his bare feet into the leathers before
pushing himself up from the furs. It was times like this he wished
they could get a mattress as his body felt sore but he knew it was
hard to get things like that in the temple.

The
old stuff had long ago rotted away before Obi-Wan came to live with
his masters.

A
soft flutter against his hair and a hum filled the old dormitory
room. “Did Viruta wake you again little one? I told him to leave
you be.” The voice murmured quietly if a bit sternly.

Shaking
his head, Obi-Wan yawned. “I was awake before he arrived Master
Patia. I figured I might as well eat.” He murmured, smiling when
there was a soft chuckle.

“Well
then, come along little one, I’m sure Martiza has already singled
out which fruits are ripe for you and found where the lizards are
keeping their eggs.” A soft, sheer shape came into view, Master
Patia smiling indulgently down at him.

She
was a very tall woman, her skin a soft purple even in her sheer state
and her hair most likely a darker shade than her skin though Obi-Wan
couldn’t quite tell her eye colors, maybe black. She was always
dressed in flowing tunics and robes, her feet bare and if Obi-Wan
were to take a guess, he’d say that was how she died, with her hair
pulled up into a braided bun and bare foot.

He
liked her, she was stern but fair and cared for Obi-Wan more than his
own mother ever had.

Viruta
on the other hand was a human male through and through and liked to
play pranks, he was what Obi-Wan guessed a brother could be with
his playful deposition.

Even
though he didn’t have any siblings to really compare the somewhat
dark skinned, bald man to with dancing purple eyes, wearing what
Obi-Wan had learned was an
ankle
length robe with a tabard in a darker shade of red with golden
symbols stitched on and a sash at his hips to give him shape.

Martiza
was sweet and nice, the theelin sheer lavender skin with blue mottles
on display as she wore only a tank top and leggings, her bright blue
hair pulled up into a topknot with ample of tattoos covering her arms
and even a few on her forehead horns. And she was also the one who
remembered most that while they were ghosts, Obi-Wan was not and
needed the comfort of the living.

Which
was why she kept checking where to find food in the long abandoned
temple of the Je’daii order.

The
temple Obi-Wan had stumbled into, crashing into a Force nexus that
transported him far away from Stewjon.

Now
Obi-Wan’s home was on Tython and only what he could salvage from
the Force nexus occasionally made his life easier, like the blankets
and furs.

Food,
however, was only what he could get from the temple and he was
grateful that Martiza made sure where he could find lizard eggs,
small
lizards to cook
and get to the fruit trees that grew into the temple from the
outside, the outside Obi-Wan had never really seen except
in glimpses through broken walls and windows
as there was no way for him to get out of the temple just yet.

But
he would, one day, one day Obi-Wan would get out.

Because
he could not stay in the temple forever.

Master
Patia’s hand passed through his shoulder, both pausing for a few
seconds to stare at it before exchanging sad looks, one guilty and
the other forgiving.

The
ghosts had long ago theorized that Obi-Wan would become touch starved
among them and Obi-Wan, as a young child, had not quite understood
it.

As
a teen, who had it explained to him quietly by Patia, he understood
that his body was starving for physical contact, just as his stomach
starved for food.

Eventually
it could make him very sick.

Obi-Wan
would get to the outside soon enough, but for now he would stay at
his Masters ghostly feet and learn from all of them, take the lessons
he had six days a week and enjoy his cheat day to do what he wanted
even if there was no one else there for him to speak with except for
his mentors in the way of the Force.

Considering
no one was harming him… Obi-Wan thought that was a fair exchange.

After
all, how bad could skin starvation really be?

Hoarderseer happy flailing at the fabulous angst! Cody just believe! Do the babies make it? Please? Also is Palpatine mad that Obi-Wan isn’t dead yet?

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Desperately
wishing he hadn’t answered his comm as he kept hurrying through the
halls of the Jedi Order, Anakin cursed his initial instinct as
Palpatine the swarmy ass kept talking and talking and talking.

The
news of Obi-Wan being attacked was apparently reaching everywhere and
that included the Senate and the Chancellor wanted to hear with
Anakin, despite the strain on their relationship lately, how he was
doing.

And
Anakin just wanted to throw his comm at the wall.

Clearly
Palpatine was sensing that Anakin wasn’t up for a conversation and
finally seemed to be wrapping up, thank all the Force, because Anakin
was getting well and truly annoyed as he burst out of the elevator to
get to elevator 2-J to get to the hanger.

“Oh
dear, well I do hope Master Kenobi recovers from the bombing attempt,
it would be a terrible thing for him to loose his children after the
fight he has put up for them.” The Chancellor stated, his face the
picture of concern.

The
words strike a cord, even in Anakin’s panic laden mind.

Trailing
to a stop, staring at the holo form of the Chancellor, Anakin’s
brows drew together. “…Right, thank you for checking in on me
sir. I’ll be sure to forward your concern,” He stated, making
it seem like he was reaching forward to push a button instead of
standing in a hallway with other Jedi sending him a weird look,
Palpatine sending him a benign smile before the comm was turned off.
“…How did you know it was a bomb?” Anakin whispered into the hallway, other Jedi pausing as they caught his words.

That
information had not been released.

It
had simply been stated that Queen Breha had been attacked in what
seemed like a terror attempt on Alderaan, Jedi master Kenobi and Jinn
on site.

Anakin
felt something move beneath his skin, slithering, hissing, the chasm
of anger that always threatened to consume him on days when the
people he loved were hurt growing and filling with serpents that
raged hotly inside of him.

He
might have done something about that rage if a hand hadn’t suddenly
closed around his arm, snapping him out of his thoughts as he looked
to who the hand belonged.

Quinlan
Vos.

The
other Jedi stared at him seriously before jerking his chin. “Council.
Now. They’re still up there speaking about Obi-Wan. They need
to know.” He murmured stiffly.

Resisting
the urge to curse the man out, Anakin instead nodded harshly, turning
around even as his heart cried out.

He
wanted to be at Obi-Wan’s side.

Needed.

But
even more than needing to reassure himself, he needed to ensure
Obi-Wan’s safety.

To
ensure the safety of the unborn babies Obi-Wan might loose thanks to the bomb.

And
woe be Palpatine if Obi-Wan lost them, because there would be no
place in the galaxy he would be able to hide from Anakin Skywalker
and his wrath if what Anakin suspected was true.

()()()

And
yet Obi-Wan can’t quite get his eyes open and
he slips back into unconsciousness.

The
next time he’s aware, he can feel a soft blanket wrapped around
himself as he lays prone on a slightly too hard for his comfort bed
and there’s a gentle hand holding his, thumb stroking over his
knuckles and the soft humming of what Obi-Wan recognizes as a mando’a
war tune.

It
shouldn’t be soothing.

The
war songs of mando’a are made to get your blood beating and send
fear into the enemy.

But
the voice humming it is familiar and warm and all it does is lull
Obi-Wan’s body and mind into peace and safety as he forces his tired and heavy eyes
open to squint at Cody, the two staring at each other for a long
moment as Obi-Wan takes in the dimmed room beyond Cody of what can only be a
medical facility room.

Then
Cody smiles shakily and takes all of the Jedi’s attention, lifting Obi-Wan’s hand to his lips to kiss.
“Cyare…” He breathed out against the skin before hunching over and wrapping both
hands around Obi-Wan’s a low sob escaping his lips.

Gripping
the hand in his slowly, Obi-Wan smiled shakily, his other slowly
coming up over the swell of his still living children.

They
were still alive.

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It
was bound to happen.

Both
Obi-Wan and Anakin had been aware that they wouldn’t be able to
keep Oni a secret for life, especially not with the war but Force had
they tried.

When
the fusion had been required, Obi-Wan and Anakin had always fibbed in
the reports, had made sure other Jedi weren’t there to witness them
in the moment of fusion.

On
the battlefield however it had been impossible and fusing in full
view had been necessary to defend and fight when they were both
exhausted and worn down with people hurt and dying around them.

It
was something neither Anakin or Obi-Wan could abide.

That
did also mean that once they were in front of the council, they would
have to confess.

That
their care to each other ran so much deeper than ‘proper’ for a
Jedi.

Because
Obi-Wan and Anakin only needed a touch to fuse, didn’t need any
moments to gather themselves or even twine together to fuse.

Just
a touch and their minds would meld and the gathered sums of them
became a whole, Oni became real.

The
sum of them.

The
sum they had kept hidden.

The
sign of how deeply connected they were on all levels.

Anakin
glanced at Obi-Wan,
both equally done
with the low buzz of disapproval and the questions and Anakin was
just kinda done dealing with it as a raised a brow.

Letting
out a sigh, Obi-Wan ran his hand over his beard before shrugging and
reaching out, resting his hand on Anakin’s shoulder.

“Master
Ken-” Mace couldn’t finish his sentence before the two lit up and
slid into each other, Oni coming back as easily as if it was just
them breathing, the fusion pulling his hair out of his face as he
eyed the council while
crossing the bottom pair over his chest.

The
council stared back.

Finally
Oni raised his left
upper hand,
waving lightly before gathering himself and bowing slightly instead.
“Masters, Obi-Wan and Anakin were getting kind of done, so they
figured it was best to let me handle this and all the questions.
Since they pertain to me and all.” He settled, his
uncrossed
hands sliding into the voluminous sleeves of his brown robe.

It
wasn’t the first time the council had seen Oni, he had showed up in
the council chamber before and in the sparring chambers when Obi-Wan
and Anakin were working out. But they had never fused before in the
chamber.

And
they had never had a chance to observe him both with vision and in
the Force.

Mace
face turned from thunderous to lightly confused, settling back in his
seat and then looking to Yoda and then towards Adi before returning
his eyes to Oni.

Oni
simply tilted his head in response.

“You’re…
very light.” Mace finally responded, guarded
and
less a question than a statement.

Oni’s
brows shot up on his face before rubbing the back of his neck,
considering something as he stared at the window above the bald head.
Then his eyes dropped back down at Mace. “I’m two parts of a
whole, settled together, yin and yang, light and dark, love and hate,
fire and water,” Oni smiled slowly. “Anakin’s gaps are filled
by Obi-Wan’s presence and where Obi-Wan does not understand, Anakin
steps up, Two parts, one whole, balanced. Not perfect but…” Oni
shrugged.

“A
better being together than apart,” Yoda croaked suddenly, cutting
through what anyone else might say as he observed Oni. Oni nodded
slightly in agreement. “Filling in for each other, a perfect being,
no. But a perfect partnership.”

A
cocky grin slipped onto Oni’s face, both blue and green eyes
blinking with clear pleasure. “Now there’s a better explanation,
a partnership taken to the max.” He chuckled.

“You
can hold this form indefinitely, can’t you?” Adi suddenly
questioned, leaning forward in interest, stroking
her chin.

Shrugging
a bit, Oni once more seemed to consider the words before answering.
Like Obi-Wan would have.

Where
Anakin had lacks, Obi-Wan filled in and visa verse after all.

“We’ve
never tried but we once spent two months fused during that deep rim
mission the council sent us on. It was easier to survive together
than apart.” Oni confessed.

Both
intrigued and confused, the council could only observe Oni.

And
could only speculate on what the meaning behind it as they had never
heard of anyone managing to remain fused for longer than three weeks
in the Jedi order.

And
what it could mean for the future now that Anakin and Obi-Wan weren’t
hiding.

Worried Alpha Father: oooooh, what happens when Obi goes into full heat? I’d bet a million credits that Anakin has a hard time staying away, especially since it seems Obi and Ani are super compatible.

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He
smells like sugar coated phyllas pears,

Like
the most mouthwatering and succulent of all fruits, the kind that
stills the thirsts and satisfies even the mind as much as the body.

It’s
torment to Anakin to just sit
in the quarters the captain had been thankful enough to give to the
Jedi as Qui-Gon lead Obi-Wan away to the heating rooms, the omega
already entering full heat when he was being lead away.

Anakin
honestly thinks that if it wasn’t for Qui-Gon being the ‘dad’
so to speak, Obi-Wan might have just turned around and maybe tackled
Anakin.

But
as it was, Obi-Wan had the presence of mind to listen to his master
and Anakin had enough wits with him to stay completely still between
the rest of the alpha’s of the ship in the hallway and not
embarrass himself in front of Qui-Gon Jinn until they were both gone
and Obi-Wan was safe in the heatroom of the ship.

Away
from both Anakin and any other alpha.

With
a very protective and disapproving Qui-Gon Jinn standing at the door,
prowling the hallway.

He
wasn’t stupid.

He
knew the other didn’t approve of him in the slightest.

Or
well, that was wrong.

Qui-Gon
Jinn approved of the Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker.

He
was less keen on the idea of Anakin Skywalker, mate of Obi-Wan Kenobi
but considering some of the stories he had heard about the man and
his rather terrifying protective instincts when it came to omegas and
especially his own ‘cub’, that was not shocking.

Qui-Gon
Jinn was an avid fan of equal rights and even more so, he was a
doting ‘parent’ in a manner of speaking.

And
make no mistake, Qui-Gon Jinn clearly came away from all scans except
the biological ones that he was Obi-Wan’s father.

And
he would defend his padawan with every inch of his wit and skills.

Which
was why Anakin had retreated to the room the captain had given them
technically, so he wouldn’t come lurking on the hallway where he
knew Obi-Wan’s faint heat scent would still linger.

If
he could just… get the man on his side.

He
knew already that Obi-Wan liked him, that they were compatible.

He
just needed to get Qui-Gon to like him too, not only as a capable
knight or as a person but as someone worthy of Obi-Wan.

Either
that or Obi-Wan needed to convince Qui-Gon to give him a chance.

That
too was something but for now, Anakin would just have to suck in his
pride and stay right where he was and try not to give into his urge
to rub one out as Qui-Gon would surely smell it on him.

He’d
forgive him for smelling of arousal, or so Anakin thought, less so if
he gave in maybe.

‘Think
about… think about… think about Yoda in a bikin-oh Force!’
Anakin wished he didn’t have such a vivid imagination as Yoda
creaked into his mind in a golden bikini.

()()()

Settling
his back against the door once more, Qui-Gon grunted faintly to
himself as the beta dragged his alpha friend away finally, Qui-Gon
having dealt with the latter when he had come sniffing after Obi-Wan.

If
this was the kind of security heat rooms had, then no wonder most
omegas preferred not to travel on their own.

Someone
with decent slicer skills would get it open, could trigger the
emergency override and then, depending on how far into the heat the
omega was or how aware they were throughout their heat, they could
get taken advantage of.

Crossing
his arms over his chest, Qui-Gon drew his lips into a tight scowl
before sighing mentally. ‘At least Knight Skywalker is respecting
the distance.’ He would have to give the young man that much
compared to some of these alpha jerks.

So
maybe Qui-Gon would do what Obi-Wan had so quietly asked.

Maybe
he’d give the reckless alpha a chance.

A
small one.

If
only it made Obi-Wan happy.

Not
that Skywalker needed to know why he got the chance or that Qui-Gon
was reluctantly impressed.

But
for now, Qui-Gon was going to stay exactly where he was and deal with
any snoopers.