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Can we have continuation of Papa and Dad. Maybe how the council reacts to them and can we see Obi and Qui sparing to the delight of Ani?

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Cheering
his parents on, one young, blond boy leaned on the rail of the
overview of the sparring hall with the rest of the class he had been
put into for the duration of their stay at the Jedi temple, his blue
eyes sparkling with delight.

Below,
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were doing their best to throw each other around
the sparring room, teasing grins on both of their faces as they
feinted and crossed sparring sabers, Qui-Gon seizing the chance to
smack his husband over the rear with the sparring saber.

Obi-Wan,
giving a war cry in response, went full ataru, twirling over the
chestnut haired man’s head to kick out his knees, Qui-Gon tumbling
forward and rolling onto his feet again with a laugh.

“Don’t
make me pull your on your hair Qui-Gon!” Obi-Wan called in warning as the
two sized each other up again.

Over
the sound of Qui-Gon’s responding chortles, Anakin shouted from the
upper overview balcony. “Kick his ass Dad!” The boy called among
all the new friends he had been making since they arrived in the
temple.

“Language
Anakin!” Both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan yelled in a
tandem response
before crashing together in a more ferocious battle, both losing
their sabers and ending up wrestling on the sparring mats until
Qui-Gon was sitting on the back of his husband’s back, one hand
buried in the redhead’s hair and the other pressing hard down on
his spine.

Squirming,
trying to buck the other off him, Obi-Wan tried fighting for another
full minute before letting out a groan as Qui-Gon rumbled and
tightened his grip on the red hair his fingers were buried in,
tugging on the scalp. “…Oh fine, solah! Solah Qui-Gon!” The
redhead grumpily surrendered.

Smirking,
Qui-Gon rolled off his husband and got up, softening as he helped his
now head sore and sweaty husband up, pulling him into a cuddle as
polite applause came from above along with Anakin’s excited
hooting. “Poor love, you accidentally got pinned huh.” He teased
gently, stroking Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face as the redhead
wrinkled his nose.

Huffing,
Obi-Wan rolled his face before leaning up on his toes and stealing a
kiss. “You owe me a scalp massage for that.” He grumbled into the
kiss.

“EW!
Parental affection!” Came from above suddenly, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon
pulling away from each other to look up at a giggling Anakin, who had
his hands over his eyes along with several gaping Jedi.

Rolling
his eyes, Obi-Wan set Qui-Gon a droll look. “You’d think they’d
get the picture with us calling each other husbands…” He muttered
quietly.

Qui-Gon
just shrugged then moved forward and held his arms open, smiling up
at their boy.

Anakin,
beaming brightly, jumped over the rail before any of the others could
stop him, landing safely into Qui-Gon’s arms with an ‘oomph!’
before he was cuddled into Qui-Gon’s chest as he settled their boy
onto his hip.

The
council, after quite a lot of confusion, hemming and hawing, had
finally decided to let the two time travelers and their ‘son’
stay at the temple, the temporal anomaly they represented quite the
case for the Jedi.

And
the details they had shared was also of concern.

Both
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan however was grateful that it allowed Anakin time
to interact with kids his own age and have lessons with people more
knowledgeable in their fields of study. While Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan
could teach Anakin the basic… well there were things beyond them.

Uncertainty
rolled in Obi-Wan’s stomach though, even as he allowed the other to
catch his hand and pull him along while excitedly chatting with
Anakin.

Messing
with the past was a dangerous deal.

And
then there were their past selves, Obi-Wan wasn’t oblivious to how
they were being stared at with uncertainty and he knew that Qui-Gon
of the past had been to a few meetings with the council to ensure
nothing untoward had been going on with padawan Kenobi.

But
they couldn’t change what was already happening and Obi-Wan
wouldn’t give up either Qui-Gon or Anakin for anything in the
galaxy.

The
thought of losing either had his gut twisting painfully and he
tightened his hold on Qui-Gon’s hand as the man cheerfully
explained to their boy that both his parents needed showers because
they were sweaty and gross.

Much
to both of their amusement, Anakin utterly agreed.

“Just
don’t use up all the hot water Papa! Like you did when we were on
Ryloth!” Anakin squeaked, eyes wide.

Throwing
his head back with a warm laugh, Obi-Wan shook his head. “Oh don’t
you worry Anakin, it’s going to take a lot more than your papa’s
showering habits to drain the hot water of the temple.” He teased
warmly, grinning at Qui-Gon as the man good naturally rolled his eyes
with a smile twitching his lips.

Messing
with the past was a dangerous deal and Obi-Wan still weren’t sure
they had done the right thing.

But
what was done, couldn’t be changed and Obi-Wan loved his two
sunshine boys, he wouldn’t give them up for all the riches in the
galaxy with all the joy the two brought him.

For Kybertears, can you tell us about those pink crystals Obi-wan cried. They’re really special, right?

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Smiling
wryly as he heard the soft shuffles of the other finally waking up,
Anakin continued working on their breakfast, stirring some honey into
the hot oats to sweeten the pot. He knew the other preferred his
oatmeal to be sweet and buttery and Anakin honestly didn’t mind it.

It
was rather filling for a full day of training, so he had fond
memories of this particular breakfast, especially with a tiny dash of
cinnamon on while Obi-Wan cut fruits into his own.

“Morning.”
Came a quiet murmur from behind him and Anakin looked up, grinning a
bit as Obi-Wan shuffled into the kitchenette, making a beeline for
the water boiler. He
hadn’t even bothered to go change out of the clothes he had slept
in, the sleep wrinkled tunic and leggings creased all over and
disheveled hair just pushed out of his face so the man could see.

Typical
Obi-Wan, right for the tea, Anakin
couldn’t help the well of fondness inside of himself.
“Morning Obi-Wan, the water is already boiled
and should still be warm enough for tea.” He called out, watching
as Obi-Wan rested the back of his hand against the boiler before
reaching up into the cupboard to pull out the biggest mug he had.

‘Must
be feeling really tired.’ Anakin mused as he continued stirring the
pot while watching Obi-Wan prepare his tea, finding his tea presser
and adding the loose leaf korun tea that Anakin knew was gun powder
strong and chalk full of caffeine.

“Tired
huh,” He noted out loud, suppressing his urge to laugh when Obi-Wan
just grunted in response. “Well then, would you bother pulling out
two bowls once you got your tea in the water to steep?” Anakin
questioned, smirking into the pot when Obi-Wan nodded with a bone
cracking yawn, the man barely covering his mouth in time.

He
listened as the cupboard opened again, the soft click of ceramic and
then the scraping of a chair as Obi-Wan settled down at the table
right behind Anakin.

Turning
the stove off and pulling the pot off, Anakin turned and came over,
adding the porridge to the two bowls Obi-Wan had pulled out as
Obi-Wan continued staring hopefully at his mug with lidded eyes.

Finally,
after draining the mug and eating a full bowl, Obi-Wan was finally
awake enough to look up at him, smiling a bit embarrassingly at
Anakin with the glow of his freckles shining a bit brightly in
response to the emotions at play. “Apologies about that Anakin,
good morning to you.” He noted softly.

Laughing,
leaning his elbows on the table, Anakin winked at his old master.
“It’s fine, you were tired. How’s your back?” He smirked.

Rolling
his eyes, Obi-Wan shifted a bit. “It’s fine, bit sore but
sleeping on the couch has never done me any favor since I turned
thirty I’ll admit.” He snorted before pausing, squinting
uncertainly at Anakin.

“…What?”
The knight raised his brows in return.

Force,
he hoped Obi-Wan wasn’t about to spring something unpleasant on
him, he had enough of that last night thank you very much and he was
still not up to speaking with his wife just yet, even though he was
calm now.

“I…
been meaning to give you something.” Obi-Wan noted, fiddling with a
little black pouch on his belt.

Frowning,
Anakin sat back in his chair. “Give me something, what are you ta-”
Anakin choked on his words as Obi-Wan pulled the pouch up and opened
it, the air suddenly filling with a chime of bittersweet warmth, of
understanding and tender joy, two oink kyber crystals sitting
innocently Obi-Wan’s palm among the dark fabric that had been
shielding them.

A
far of part of Anakin mind supplied that the fabric must have been
shielding the crystals with how loudly they sang.

“Almost
every time you’ve lost your sabers or they’ve become destroyed,”
Obi-Wan was smiling meekly at him. “You’ve gotten a kyber crystal
from me, made with my tears. But every time those kyber crystals have
been found by you, they’ve been made by bitter tears and pain. I
thought… maybe this time, the emotions could be more positive, to
give us both some hope for the future.” He prodded carefully, smile
turning hopeful.

Reaching
out numbly, Anakin picked up one pink kyber crystal, awash in the
sensation of Obi-Wan’s cautious hope, warm love and tender
understanding, the crystal singing to him unlike any other crystal
before.

Not
even the first and only time he was at Ilum did he gain that kind of
reaction from his kyber crystal.

Nothing
had ever sung to him like this before, had filled him with warmth and
a soothing kind of patience.

Lifting
stunned eyes to Obi-Wan, Anakin speechlessly waved his mech hand to
the crystal, wordlessly asking questions.

Tucking
the second crystal away, Obi-Wan gave a small shrug and a smile. “I
cried them during the meeting with the council, Plo… made some good
points about my life and… well, my life once began in a cage. That
isn’t where it’s going to end. Not anymore,” He smiled warmly
at Anakin before coughing a bit and rubbing the back of his neck to
break the moment. “And you’ve always gone on and on about how
we’re the Team,
so I figured, why not sport matching kybers.” He stood, moving over
to the counter with the water boiler, the back of his neck and ears
bright red.

Flickering
his eyes slowly down to the crystal in his hand, Anakin felt his lips
turn up until he was sporting a wide smile. ‘That’s right, we are
the Team, the broken circle team, two halves of a whole.’ Anakin
mused, closing his fist around the crystal about to become his new
saber, the warmth of it pulsing through him and the Force of it
singing brightly for him as it filled him with hope.

Messysleep! (my last one was for that too, I don’t think I said) So, Does Obi-Wan go wondering on Campaign? Does Cody tag the tent? Do they get him before he wonder off? Why is Obi-Wan sleep walking again after so long of not doing it?

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Attaching
the alerts to the bottom of the tent, Cody gave a satisfied nod to
himself before slowly straightening and cracking his back, giving a
little grunt. ‘There, if he starts to wander the night any day, the
alert in my comm will go off the moment he walks outside the tent
doors.’ He smiled in satisfaction
before looking around for his General.

He
found him over by Boil and Waxer in conversation
about….something.

He
wasn’t about to go over and ask, Boil and Waxer could have anything
going on and Cody wanted deniable plausibility if the Ghost members
were up to something.

Always
have deniable plausibility when it comes to the vode if you’re in
command, it’s best for your sanity.

Like
officially the command knew nothing about the rotgut being brewed
around by various members of
the GAR.

That
didn’t mean they didn’t get their hands on a bottle sometimes
because seriously, dealing with the natural born command or the Jedi
required at least a sip of alcohol now and then.

‘Especially
if they apparently sleep walk and fall out of their bunks.’ Cody
gave the little attaches a glance and then rolled his shoulders
before going off to find Geller and Hotpack, those two were going to
be on Kenobi sleep duty.

()()()

It
was about four am when the alerts went off and Cody, who hadn’t
bothered to fully slide out of his lower armor, rolled out of bed the
instant it went off and was already out of his tent before he really
had time to think, a flashlight in his hand as he leveled it at the
General’s tent.

Inwardly
he cursed as he noticed that Yellow, one of the new shinys, was
sitting on a duracrate and had clearly dozed off at some point but
that wasn’t what Cody could focus on as he turned the flashlight
around quickly, trying to catch a glimpse of his General in the dark
camp with limited light.

There,
the soft beige of a tunic.

On
it’s way out
of camp.

With
a muffled curse, Cody closed the distance fast and put his flashlight
in his mouth as he carefully manged to turn his General around with
both hands on the man’s shoulder, gently encouraging further into
the camp.

The
movements had alerted others and more light was coming on much to
Cody’s relief as he continued slowly shepherding the sleeping Jedi
back, curious troopers peeking out only to watch in resignation as
Cody continued guiding Obi-Wan.

Least
there weren’t any gundarks on this planet, so he wouldn’t be
walking into a gundark nest.

However
when they got to the General’s tent, Obi-Wan resisted with a
grouchy sounding mewl.

Thinking,
Cody glanced towards the medtent to find Helix, wanting to get advice
from the medic only to blink when the medic gestured to Cody’s own
tent, privilege of being a commander.

Rolling
his eyes, Helix let out a loud, tired grunt before finger spelling to
Cody, gaining a few muffled laughs as the words registered in the dim
lights to everyone.

“Bunk
share.”

Helix
wanted Cody to share his bunk with the General and while that wasn’t
a bad idea, it would let Cody look after Obi-Wan after all, it was a
bit… well this was a Jedi, well enough they had all cuddled
together during that mission where their heaters stopped working but
this wasn’t a matter of survival.

Glancing
at his General, Cody rolled his shoulders, feeling sleep
stiff
muscles protest before he carefully herded the sleeping Jedi towards
his own tent and this time Obi-Wan didn’t make a single protest,
making Cody frown ever so slightly to himself.

Maybe
Obi-Wan needed someone around him to sleep easier?

It
was worth a shot, maybe they could avoid him walking into that cursed
gundark nest Cody kept imagining.

But
right now Cody just had to figure out how to get both himself and his
General onto the narrow bunk as he half noticed lights shutting off
around him once more.

More oneleggedrace plz! Ani and Obi return from the mission and Ani can’t stop bragging to others how amazing his Padwan is. Ani is a proud dad

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Lifting
his padawan up into the air by holding under his armpits, Anakin
hooted as the doors opened in front of them, catching his padawan off
guard. “I have the best karking padawan in the entire galaxy! He
called out while entering the council chamber, Obi-Wan squeaking and
kicking both his flesh and metal leg while staring at the council
with wide eyes.

They
stared back, several doing their best to cover their mouth or
pretending to be disapproving.

Well
some of them were of course.

Skywalker
was a peculiar case and he often went against tradition, so they had
to reign him in.

But
seeing young Kenobi squirming, blushing while being praised was nice.

“What
in the name of the Force are you doing Knight Skywalker?” Mace
raised his brows, staring down the man as he peeked around his
padawan, still holding Obi-Wan aloof.

“What
I’m saying,” Anakin was giddy with happiness, putting Obi-Wan
down on his feet finally only to drag him back into a tight hug. “Is
that this little monster is the best thing to come out of the creche
since I saw Ferrus Olin covered in slime paint after he let the
younglings take charge of the art lesson.” He cooed, rubbing his
chin on top of Obi-Wan’s head.

Flushing
darkly, Obi-Wan squeaked and covered his face with his hands.
“Master!” He whined, squirming but not really doing much to
escape Anakin’s tight grip.

Beaming,
Anakin straightened a bit, his eyes sparkling as he looked around the
council chamber. “There we were, middle of a civil war when
Obi-Wan, my brilliant little monster of a padawan, recklessly steps
out with the princeling by the ear in rebel gear, pulling him over to
his mother while demanding the prince explain that no, he was not
abducted and yes, he was the one who had started the rebellion
because he was feeling neglected,” Anakin went back to cuddling the
boy. “This brilliant little genius figured out what was going on in
less than two days and it took him two days to find the prince, four
days in total!” Anakin cackled happily.

Sitting
back in his chair, Mace stared at the two before snorting. “That
does explain why the two of you are back this quickly… we suspected
you would take another month minimum at least.” He drawled, his
lips twitching hard along with glittering eyes the only sign of his
amusement at the squeaking and blushing padawan.

Honestly,
the young padawan needed that kind of positive attention.

But
they really needed to get Skywalker back on track and so, Yoda
thwapped his cane on his chair, forcing the knight to look up and
focus, reluctantly, on the master’s to give their debrief to the
council.

They
would of course expect the physical report, this time sure that they
would get it from the master instead of the padawan as Skywalker kept
the teen right in front of him with his arms around the boy.

He
wasn’t about to let him go.

It
was good for him, they all knew that even if it was a breach of
conduct, they would allow it to go for now until Obi-Wan was more
secure in his position.

And
it was nice to see how he was smiling shyly down at his feet.

Whatever
damage Qui-Gon had done to the young boy, Skywalker was doing his
damned best to fix the wrongs that had happened to the teen now in
his charge, giving his all to comfort and heal while also providing a
stable foundation.

‘And
maybe,’ Mace narrowed his eyes, feeling several shatterpoints fade
from Skywalker’s being. ‘Young Kenobi will do a galaxy of good
for Skywalker too. Interesting…’ He noted to himself as the
Tatooine native continued praising his padawan.

Maybe,
just maybe this was the beginning of something light and warm.

Maybe
the darkness the council could spy on the horizon would not pass as
darkly as they worried.

Maybe
Kenobi was the key to everything.

Maybe.

One
could always hope.

“Just
don’t start singing Knight Skywalker.” Mace offered drolly,
smirking at the squeaking noises from padawan Kenobi.

Would adore seeing more of The Snails are Free. I have a mighty need I have to see what happens next~!

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Sipping
his chocolate, Anakin glanced about the room and then looked back to
the encouraging Obi-Wan, who had his thumbs up and a beam on his face
as he continued to be behind the observation glass.

Face
coloring a bit, Anakin sheepishly held up his own thumb to show his
master that he was still okay and then made a little shooing motion
with his hand.

Chuckling,
someone patted a hand on his shoulder. “I see your master came to
see you for your first lessons?” Anakin turned his head, smiling
sheepishly at the quarren
Jedi that had come over to him, one of the teachers he would assume.

“Yeah,
he’s a bit nervous but he hopes I’ll learn…” He shrugged
weakly, trying not to be too tense under the hand.

Chuckling,
the quarren patted him several times with a
nod, the tentacles on his face flickering, turquoise
eyes creased with amusement.
“That
is quite normal, this field of study is quite… esoteric though one
can say that about several of the studies of the temple for older
padawans and knights,” Then he winked. “And so many master’s
come to give their padawan’s encouragement on the first day.”

Laughing
faintly, holding up a cup a bit, Anakin couldn’t help but smile at
the welcome. “Well, it’s not often one gets served hot drinks at
the start of a term,” He offered, feeling more at ease as the a
little snail made it’s way onto the quarran’s shoulder and waved
happily at Anakin. “And ‘Studies into alternative planes’ is
quite the unique a study.” He licked his lips, watching the quarren
closely.

He
clapped his hands together, his tentacles writhing in excitement.
“Ah! But we are Jedi, part of a mystical order, obscure in our line
of work with the knowledge of the Force, who are we to say that there
isn’t another plane of existence.” He beamed warmly.

Feeling
the last of his nerves wash away, Anakin smiled warmly at the man.
“I’m Anakin Skywalker and I think I’ll come to enjoy these
lessons.” He bowed slightly, respectfully, feeling at ease with
this man.

The
Jedi master bowed back at the human, chuckling. “And it’s a
pleasure to have you in my lessons padawan Skywalker, I am master
Rorunda-Al Tal. And lessons are about to start, so please, find
yourself a seat.”

For
the first time in any lessons that weren’t either mechanical,
piloting or dueling, Anakin found himself grabbing a seat in the
front, watching master Rorunda-Al with interest as he called the
little class of seven older padawan’s together.

Obi-Wan
had been right, maybe Anakin could find a place here and maybe he
could get the other world he saw accepted.

‘But
even if not, they had banging hot chocolate.’ He mused to himself,
draining the cup and then pulling out his pad to record notes for the
lesson.

()()()

Feeling
Anakin’s nerves settle through the bond, Obi-Wan pressed his back
to the wall with a deep sigh of relief.

He
had worried that these lessons would be like sculpting with the
Force, where Anakin’s immense powers just made it harder for him to
make more delicate sculptures.

But
maybe Anakin could finally find a place to belong among the scholars,
maybe he could publish what he could see eventually and find
acceptance on his papers and lead others to see the world past the
physical one.

‘Or
maybe he can just find more friends in the temple, I’d like that,
I’d
like him to have a lasting connection outside of me in the temple…’
Obi-Wan straightened a bit as he heard the steps of someone else down
the hallway, feeling lighter and warmer than he had in days.

Almost
as if something hopeful had returned to the temple he hadn’t notice
was gone before.

In daredevil recklessness, as Obi gets a bit older is he ever dared to do things like skinny dipping or other little explorative teenage stunts like that?

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Holding
a hand to his chest, Qui-Gon struggled to get his jaw to work so he
could close his mouth, hand held to his chest as he let out a
slightly wheezy breath.

A
hand held his other arm tightly as Tahl’s all to amused voice spoke
up, Qui-Gon unable to turn his head from the bush he was staring at.
“So,  something tells me that Obi-Wan was up to something since he
rushed by without a greeting and you’re… like this.” The blind
woman teased.

Qui-Gon
let out another wheezed breath, blinking hard, trying to expel the
vision of his padawan’s moon pale and freckled arse from his mind.

Because
his padawan had been streaking, soaking wet , shiny and running
through the garden from bush to bush in an attempt to avoid being
seen.

Until
Qui-Gon and Tahl, having been on a midnight stroll together to
discuss the finer points of the Urevella principles of artistry
school’s latest publishing.

Grunting
a bit, Qui-Gon finally turned his head to look at Tahl, watching the
noorian
master’s amused face. “Nude.” He finally choked out what
he had seen that she had not seen.

Obi-Wan
streaking past, nude as the day he was born, letting Qui-Gon see
everything the other was born with.

Not
that Qui-Gon hadn’t seen that before, there were some very
difficult missions with little space before.

But
this was different.

Letting
out a bark of laugh, tightening her grasp on Qui-Gon arm,
Tahl shook her head with wry amusement. “Well, that does explain
it, he’s streaking or potentially skinny dipping. Let us go find
the wayward and
stark-naked padawan.”
She laughed, pulling Qui-Gon along in the direction Obi-Wan had
disappeared.

By
the time they found him, Obi-Wan had plucked two large pukka leaves
and fashioned them into a makeshift loincloth with a vine from
another plant and while that was a decent thought, Qui-Gon had
already seen his very nude padawan more than once.

Still
a shock to see his nude padawan rushing past in the garden.

Looking
up, Obi-Wan gave a sheepish, blushy smile as he adjusted the large
leaves he had made into a cover around his groin and rear. “Hiiiii
master, master Tahl,” He chirped, voice high and clearly
humiliated. “Fancy
meeting you both here… in the garden of darkness… at night…”
He coughed, looking at his feet, toes wiggling on the ground.

Qui-Gon
couldn’t help it, his lips twitched now that he was over his
surprise. “So, which one of your friends had you doing this and
what are
you doing Obi-Wan? I imagine streaking alone isn’t enough.” He
raised his brows.

Tahl
giggled, lifting a hand to muffle her noises even as her blind eyes
continued to dance with amusement.

Coloring
sharply all the way from his stomach to his face and even the tips of
his ears, Obi-Wan whined a bit and squirmed before sighing heavily
and slumping, an embarrassed smile still on his lips as he peered at
Qui-Gon, tugging on his braid. “Garen, he said couldn’t skinny
dip in the crystal pools without getting caught… a-and I wasn’t
caught in
the pool.” He eeped out.

Snorting,
Qui-Gon gently pushed Tahl’s arm off his shoulder and stripped his
robe from his shoulders, moving over to wrap it around Obi-Wan’s
smaller frame with a smirk. “Well, that is true but in regards to
our less… experienced Jedi or those who subscribe to a chaste way
of living, let’s cover you up.” Qui-Gon teased gently, tweaking
the teen’s nose.

Tucking
his hands through the sleeves, Obi-Wan smiled shyly up at Qui-Gon and
gave a grateful nod, the color of his cheeks not disappearing and
remaining a stubborn deep red color. Then he gave Qui-Gon a squinted
look and his face transformed to a vauge expression of resignation
and horror mixed into one.

An
amusing expression really.

“You’re
going to tell everyone, aren’t you?” He whispered, Tahl finally
losing it fully behind the two other humans as she gave in to the
belly laughs she had wanted to the entire way as
Qui-Gon crossed his arms over his chest with a telling smirk.

Groaning,
Obi-Wan covered his face, quietly cursing Garen and his own
impulsiveness under his breath.

Chuckling,
Qui-Gon placed a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and gently steered him
towards the first entrance. “Lets go get you in some clothes you
little heathen.” He teased, grasping Tahl’s arm on the way to
lead her along as Obi-Wan just squeaked weakly in agreement.

Never
a dull moment with a padawan like Obi-Wan.

#immortalplans: what is happening with the little immortal family? How are they handling their little mortal?

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Smiling
softly as he watched from the balcony with the rest of the masters
and the recently turned master’s of padawans knights, Qui-Gon
leaned on the balcony rail as he watched Obi-Wan working
on his little delicate Force sculpture, his lips pursed and his eyes
squinted in a thoughtful manner.

His
boy was growing, full on nine years and growing into his teeth and
ready for a proper nice braid.

He
still hadn’t quite managed to convince Obi-Wan that he didn’t
need to wear the padawan haircut but honestly, if that was what the
boy wanted, then that was what he was going to get.

‘But
hopefully Anakin or Xanatos can convince him not to get it, I do so
like his russet hair.’ Qui-Gon thought fondly as Obi-Wan stuck his
tongue out of his mouth as he carved out another piece of the clay.

It
was starting to look like a zabrak for some reason.

A
part of Qui-Gon harrumphed
but the rest of him reminded him of the conversation he and Anakin
had.

It
still brought him chills.

The
confession that had passed Anakin’s lips, the knowledge of how
close Anakin had come to falling that night Shmi Skywalker had died.

How
Qui-Gon’s ignorance had almost cost him his own padawan to the
darkness.

He
couldn’t allow that to happen with Obi-Wan and therefore he would
listen and listen well.

Yan
hadn’t wasted any time after Anakin had confessed to all of them to
thwap
Qui-Gon over
the head with a pad, his face the picture of fury before he grabbed
the taller man by the ear and dragged him away.

The
worst part of it hadn’t been the rather mild smack his old master
had given him over the head but the quiet disappointment oozing off
the man as he quietly but intently explained to him the importance of
both the living and the unifying Force and the importance of
listening to ones padawan.

He
had also used examples where Yan, a follower of the unifying Force,
had given into comfort areas where Qui-Gon, a follower of the living
Force, during their own apprenticeship.

There
had only been a tiny succulent in Yan’s quarters before Qui-Gon
after all.

And
so Qui-Gon had gotten both a verbal and a physical reminder that for
all that he was old, for all that he was experienced… his decisions
were not the only ones that mattered.

‘And
it’s for the best, Obi-Wan now comes to me for everything, speaks
with me without hesitation when he has troubles.’ Qui-Gon noted
fondly to himself, waving lightly when the boy looked up.

Green
eyes sparkled to with happiness before he waved in return quickly
only to eep when part of his sculpture crumbled, turning quickly back
to it to fix his mistake.

“You
shouldn’t distract him, this is difficult enough as a youngling
without a master teasing you.” A playful voice spoke up and Qui-Gon
chuckled, tilting his head in greeting as he was joined by his
friend.

Leaning
on the rail too, Plo sent him the kel dor version of a friendly smile
even as Qui-Gon gave the other man a wink. “Oh, he has time.
Whatever he fails with now he will master with time. After all, that
is why he is here as my padawan, to learn.” Qui-Gon noted fondly,
turning his head back to the classroom below.

His
smile grew as he saw a blushing Obi-Wan smile as his young mon
calamari friend as she giggled and patted him on the shoulder, his
young padawan needing to start anew with his sculpture.

Humming,
Plo nodded before falling silent for a few minutes. “…The council
would like to speak with you old friend, we’ve had some…
disturbing eyewitnesses.” He suddenly murmured.

Qui-Gon
felt something cold slither into his stomach, feeling more than
hearing that silence grew around them, the other Jedi listening.
“Oh?” He murmured, keeping his tone light on purpose.

Plo
hummed, staring down at the class. “…Qui-Gon, keep a good eye on
your padawan and… don’t let him go on any excursions, not unless
you’re there with him.” Plo noted before straightening and bowing
slightly to his human friend.

Watching
the back of the other, Qui-Gon swallowed thickly, slowly returning
his eyes to his happy looking padawan.

‘Don’t…
allow him on excursions?’

The
thought buzzed in his mind as Qui-Gon couldn’t help but imagine a
target
on
his very mortal padawan.

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Leaning
in over his mate’s shoulder, Anakin narrowed his eyes at the screen
at the shadowy figure approaching Prosset Dibs at the south entrance.
The Asshole had been allowed to wander around thanks to Mace giving
him a second chance and the council agreeing since Mace was the one
the man had attacked and tried to kill. “When is this clip from?”
He murmured.

“Yesterday.”
Obi-Wan replied
quietly, frowning heavily.

Both
were trying to see who the hell the other was talking to, hoping they
had caught the person on tape but whoever it was, they had their hood
down and kept out of the light enough to not be seen.

Obi-Wan
made a mental note to approach the council about fixing up the
surveillance of several entrances, it was really not good how blurry
many of them were.

If
a thief got in, that was their first line of identification and
defense honestly.

‘At
least we can speak with Dibs.’ Obi-Wan mused, still frowning
heavily as he wondered if the man would tell the truth.

The
two spoke, Dibs face going through several emotions from rage to
greed to satisfaction and Obi-Wan felt a chill through his back as he understood some of what Dibs was saying, able to read his lips from the angel a
little bit.

The
codes to the temple.

Prosset
was giving away the entrance codes to the main entrances and the lock
down codes for the hanger…

Oh
great Force.

“We
need to speak with the council, soon.” Obi-Wan stood quickly,
already sending off an emergency summoning to the rest of the council
via a pre-recorded message he had made at the start of the war.

He
had unfortunately had to use it quite a few times since
the start of the war.

Suddenly
Anakin went ramrod straight, a quiet snarl escaping him and before
Obi-Wan could turn, Anakin suddenly dragged him into his body,
tucking him beneath his chin as the man’s body shifted, the mech
arm falling to the floor with a heavy thunk as Anakin started to
shift.

Fabric
and boots ripped as the form lengthened and became
broader,
fur peeking through the tunic and claws appearing at the end of now
too tight leather boots in his bipedal form bristled protectively.

Yipping
a bit into the furry
chest, Obi-Wan pushed a bit away to look up at the werewolf, watching
how Anakin snarled at the screen, sharp teeth bared as the ears on
his head twitched and swirled to low noises.

“Anakin?”
Obi-Wan whispered, gently rubbing at the others side, trying to calm
down his mate as his own, sharpened ears twitched in response to the
growling noise.

Predatory
sharpened eyes focused down on him, Anakin’s tongue lolling out of
his mouth to lick at Obi-Wan’s cheek before he whined, clearly
trying to focus. “Chancellor.” He finally rasped out, jutting his
muzzle towards the screen of Prosset Dibs.

Turning
in the circle of Anakin’s arms, cold sweat breaking out on his
skin, Obi-Wan stared at the shadowy figure before looking up at his
mate, eyes wide. “Are you… Anakin, that is a serious accusation.”
He rasped out.

A
mournful whine escaped Anakin’s muzzle before he ducked down and
buried his face in Obi-Wan’s neck.

Hands
automatically rising, Obi-Wan scratched through the blond fur, eyes
staring blindly at the dark wall of the surveillance room.

If
that really was the Chancellor, and Obi-Wan’s mind whispered about
the uncomfortable sensation of being in the man’s office the last
time he saw him, how he had felt tense and on guard the entire time,
how Anakin had also been uneasy in the man’s office despite having
been the Chancellor’s friend, then if that was true, they were in a
galaxy of trouble.

Because
the Chancellor having a clandestine meeting with Prosset Dibs, a man
they couldn’t really trust in the order and getting codes from him
that could be used to lock down the temple during an attack…

The
implications were disturbing and Obi-Wan couldn’t help it as he
pushed further into his warm mate’s body.

He
was scared.

‘Is…
Is the chancellor working with the CIS maybe? Or maybe the Sith
themselves? Oh great Force, that would be horrible. He has all the
secrets of the Republic, sitting on the power of the galaxy, if he
also has a footing in the CIS… if he has a direct line to Dooku…’
Obi-Wan swallowed heavily then whined at Anakin.

Instantly
the werewolf shifted and tightened his arm around Obi-Wan lifting him
up with a show of werewolf strength as he turned around and sat down
on the chair Obi-Wan had occupied, the chair creaking ominously under
the weight of the bipedal wolf but luckily not breaking as he tucked
Obi-Wan into his body.

Sitting
against his mate, wrapping his arms around the blond furred neck,
Obi-Wan tried to send away his worries as Anakin and him exchanged
frazzled fear and mental reassurances from each other.

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Thumbing
gently at Obi-Wan’s temple, Qui-Gon said nothing as the knight
slowly woke up, not moving an inch and only his Force presence
growing less fussy the indicator of his awareness.

Neither
said anything for long minutes, the sounds of Anakin soft snoring the
only thing filling the air as Anakin had fallen asleep in Obi-Wan’s
single armchair hours ago.

Qui-Gon
had opted for a bit of meditation, swapping out as he wanted to be
awake when Obi-Wan did.

Finally,
Obi-Wan shifted enough to push the blanket off and sit up, rubbing
his face tiredly as he looked around, his face twisting into a weak,
fond smile as he noticed Anakin sleeping in the armchair with a
blanket wrapped around him.

Then
he looked at Qui-Gon, eyes drawn and tired, the neon lights from
Coruscant outside the temple making the shadows in his eyes grow even
longer and illuminating the pain clearly to anyone willing to look.

Qui-Gon
peered back before opening his arms silently, wrapping them tightly
around his former padawan when he curled into the older man again,
shivering faintly.

Obi-Wan
gave a shuddering breath. “There was a brothel. They were… they
had Force sensitive bed slaves. They were… I just…” He shook
heavily and Qui-Gon rested his chin on the others head, letting out a
low, painful noise.

“They
were hamstrung, weren’t they?” He questioned softly, wincing
internally when Obi-Wan nodded into his chest.

Obi-Wan’s
memories would never go away, with time they had faded, he had gotten
better at coping with them but they would never really disappear and
sometimes they would flash off at a reminder and make Obi-Wan
remember the pain, the fear and the hurt he had experienced.

And
meeting others that had been in the same situation that he had been?

That
was going to bring back all of it, the smell, the pain and the hurt.

‘The
council wouldn’t have known that Obi-Wan would encounter a brothel
slavery ring, the council doesn’t put Jedi with known trauma onto
missions that they are aware of. It must have been a slavery ring in
general and Obi-Wan was one of the best candidates for it since he
knows how to calm down others and can speak two of the slave
languages from his own time.’ He thought tiredly.

Shifting
against him, Obi-Wan sniffled before pulling back and rubbing his
face, eyes
red rimmed and tired.
“Force, I’m a knight,
I can’t… I should do better.”
He whispered, self-hate
and disgust trapped in his voice.

Grabbing
the others shoulders, Qui-Gon gave his former padawan a light shake.
“Obi-Wan, no
one will blame you for having issues, we all heal from trauma’s in
various ways and,” He spoke a bit louder when Obi-Wan opened his
mouth to protest. “You would never say the same to Anakin or Aayla
would you, that they should do better despite being hurt by slavery
too?” He prodded.

Paling
at that, Obi-Wan shook his head quickly.

“Then
why are you different? Why should you do better than you already do,
you saved people, you’re coping as best you can. You can’t blame
yourself for breaking apart now and again.” Qui-Gon tacked on
softer.

Obi-Wan
slumped a bit before nodding, sniffling heavily as he leaned back
into Qui-Gon’s chest. “I… I just…”

Tucking
the blanket around Obi-Wan again, Qui-Gon stroked the others growing
hair. “Self doubt is a terrible thing Obi-Wan, but believe me,
you’re allowed to be hurt and need help. You’re allowed to be
emotionally vulnerable and
upset about situations you land in.
You’re not made of stone, none of us are and emotions, painful and
brilliant as they are, are a part of our lives.” He whispered
softly.

He
knew Obi-Wan was going to continue to struggle but Qui-Gon wouldn’t
leave him in the dark.

And
as a smaller shape joined the couch, wrapping his smaller arms around
Obi-Wan too, Qui-Gon knew that Anakin wouldn’t either.

They’d
help Obi-Wan every time he broke down because
being a Jedi didn’t mean they didn’t feel, it just meant that
they couldn’t let their emotions control them.

The most recent Armored Delight update was AMAZING. Cody was wonderful and I actually chuckled a bit when he started going off about Anakin, but then he was so sweet and understanding about it and cared so much about Obi-Wan’s autonomy. Anyway, can we see his conversation with Anakin? Or maybe his conversation with the other Vod, since you said he’d be running things by them?

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Yelping
a bit as he was swung around and then lifted up, Obi-Wan couldn’t
help but let out a laugh when he saw Fives grinning up at him as he
held onto Obi-Wan’s ass, getting in a few good squeezes.

He
had automatically wrapped his legs around the troopers waist, so
there was some support there too and now that he was aware, Obi-Wan
settled his hands on Fives shoulders too for support. “Why, hello
there Fives.” He grinned warmly at him, curious and interested in
what the 501st
was up to.

Grinning
back in return, Fives gave him a wink as Obi-Wan curiously wondered
where the other man’s helmet was.

Then
again, said man was currently groping him in the middle of the camp,
so maybe that wasn’t the first question he should have. ‘Good
thing Cody made sure I was all good.’ He thought to himself.

“Well
you see General, I was hoping that maybe you and me could do some
private sparring.” The trooper chirped before giving a wink and a
very good grope off Obi-Wan’s arse cheeks.

Chuckling
faintly, resting his arms on Fives shoulders as he knotted his hands
on the back of the man’s head, Obi-Wan let out a considering hum.
“Well now Fives, you haven’t won a sparring this time, seems a
bit unfair to me.” He teased, wiggling a bit against the armored
body and grinning wickedly when he saw how those amber eyes flashed.

Now,
every trooper was different, that was for sure, but Obi-Wan had
gotten very
good at reading lust in amber eyes.

“We
could do a horizontal sparring?” Fives wiggled his brows.

Humming,
absently plucking at Fives hair and teasing the tips of his ears,
Obi-Wan put on a faux thoughtful look that he knew was making the
other impatient, feeling more than he could see Cody and the rest of
the 212th
amused looks.

They
knew what it looked like when Obi-Wan was teasing someone after all.

Then
Obi-Wan jerked to, feet hitting the ground as he pushed Fives away
with a small laugh. “Or I say you have to win a proper spar before
you get to wrestle me into some sheets.” He teased, giving a wink
before sashaying away as Fives cursed happily, the Force throbbing
with lust, want and eagerness.

“I’ll
hold you to that sir!” He chirped.

Chuckling,
sliding to the comm tent, Obi-Wan didn’t notice as Cody pulled a
few of the older 212th
troopers into a tent of their own.

()()()

Glancing
about, Cody took in the thoughtful and unhappy expressions of the
others. Honestly Wooley was outright glaring at the tent ceiling
while tapping at his gauntlet, his lips pursed together to a white
line.

“It’s
the General’s body, his choice who he wants to sleep with but…”
Cody paused, getting everyone’s attention again. “He is offering
us the choice to say no to this, he won’t say yes to Skywalker if
anyone here has issues with it.” He glanced about.

“Don’t
we all?” Boil grumbled deeply, elbows resting on his thighs while
tilting his head then sighing deeply, scrubbing his scalp with his
hands. “Skywalker is a good General, he’s a good man but we all
know there are issues with personal life and boundaries, we’ve all
heard from the 501st
how he is with Senator Amidala. I mean, we all remember the Clovis
situation.” He prompted.

Various
people grunted and Cody winced.

Oh
yes, the Clovis business.

Skywalker’s
jealousy.

Now,
Obi-Wan might say that the other was out for a friends with benefit
thing and that might be true. But Skywalker had a tendency to let his
emotions take overhand and he was selfish at times, something they
had to experience first hand, like when Skywalker had sent not only
his men but also his padawan
at risk for R2D2. It turned out alright but that didn’t change how
many people Skywalker had put into mortal danger for one droid.

That
was all his emotional attachment and selfishness to get R2 back and
while it had turned out alright… that wouldn’t be true forever,
wasn’t true forever.

“The
truth is,” Trapper sighed deeply, looking around. “In the end, it
is the General’s choice what he does. We’ll present our worries
and then he will do what he wants. I mean, we just saw he can say no
if he wants to,” He gestured to the tent flap, the memorable scene
of Fives grabbing the General and Obi-Wan laughingly teasing Fives
before breaking the hold.

Nodding
slowly, they all exchanged long looks before Waxer sighed and
straightened up. “Alright, so we spread the words to the rest then,
how long do we have to gather a response?” He turned to Cody, hand
resting on Boil’s shoulder.

Rubbing
the back of his neck, Cody thought it over. Obi-Wan hadn’t really
given a time limit but sooner was better than later in these kinds of
thing. “Forty eight hours, I need a response back by then by
everyone on what they want to do with it and I’ll present it to
Obi-Wan. That good?” He glanced about, getting nods before everyone
started sliding out of the tent, trying to look inconspicuous.

‘It’s
going to be a good long two days,’ Cody thought to himself with a
sigh as he stepped out, finding Skywalker following Obi-Wan like a
puppy. ‘Loooong days, I better get some nice kisses for this.’ He
mused to himself.

Ah,
who was he kidding, Obi-Wan’s kisses were always nice.