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Okay so could you’ve reblogged fusions before, Codywan and Vaderwan and so, could you maybe write one? Steven Universe fusion I mean?

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Straightening
up slowly, Anakin glared at Grievous
as the droid bait crackled at the ‘strength’ of the Jedi order,
mocking both Obi-Wan and himself. He hated that karking poodoo fused
wit-wait… fused.

Twisting
his body while wiping blood from his face, Anakin looked at the
distance it was from him to Obi-Wan.

He
could close that in two seconds with a Force boost, but doing so
would reveal what he and Obi-Wan could do. Not just to the galaxy at
large but also to the rest of the Order.

There
would be questions.

Big
ones.

But…

Anakin’s
eyes slid past Obi-Wan, to where Ahsoka was being strapped to a
gurney, to where several vode were laying too still, to where Rex was
shouting orders and then back to Obi-Wan, the redhead having a thin
trail of blood beading down on his temple.

“Obi-Wan!”
He snapped out, getting his former master’s attention, the other
raising an eyebrow before narrowing in understanding.

For
a moment he wondered if the other would reject the idea.

Then
Obi-Wan straightened from his crouched position too, slipping his
saber onto his belt and opening his arms in welcome, a small, wry
smirk lining his lips.

Uncaring
of the words passing Grievous
metal frame, Anakin let out a wide grin and slid his own saber to his
belt.

And
then he ran, right to Obi-Wan’s waiting arms.

No
start up initiation, no dance, no twirl and bounce or even the
slightest sign of what they were up to.

Just
Anakin crashing into his master and then light,
brilliant, overpowering, bright as the sun light.
()()()

Now,
Rex wasn’t an idiot, he knew his General and the man’s former
master was closer than most Jedi were or would approve, though they
seemed to be ignoring it when they encountered it these days.

At
least Plo Koon and Depa Billaba were ignoring it since they had seen
it first hand. But that still meant that they were close and Rex
General at least was very emotionally driven, made closeness with
others all the time.

That
still didn’t mean Rex was prepared for the light show he was about
to be shown as his General made a fast beeline for Kenobi, his eyes
bright and eager with their sabers on their belts.

The
two crashed into each other and light filled the battlefield.

No
start up initiation, no twirl at all, just light and Rex heard Cody
curse quietly in shock and awe.

Because
they knew what was going on.

Fusion,
the thing Force sensitives
could do, fuse with another being and become one made of all the sums
of the other.

But
that usually took a little dance, a start up and a then a joining.

Skywalker
instead crashed into his former master, and joined.

The
light died down and Rex lowered the hand he had automatically used to
shield his eyes, staring.

In
front of them, with copper curled hair hanging down his back, stood
the tallest human Rex had ever seen in person.

Two
and a half meter at least, long, curly red hair hanging down his back
with a mix of both General Skywalker and Kenobi’s armor and clothes
and four arms to match the six of Grievous.

Beige
leggings and red boots, black tunic and white garrote around his neck
with one black and one white gauntlet and if Rex wasn’t mistaken,
that was General Skywalker’s mech arm, the ones below the top ones
not having gauntlets and only fabric.

How
that worked, he wasn’t sure since as far as he understood, it was
only the organic that went into the fusion, so Skywalker’s arm was
a bit of an oddity he thought. There
wasn’t a trace of blood on the fusion, despite both parties having
sported it before and the clothes looked whole, which was good along
with the armor.

“Oh
karking hell.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been me, it feels good!” The
fusion groaned, stretching as tall as he was before turning his face
enough to give Rex
the sight of four eyes, all of them creased in a smile, one blue pair
and one green pair, freckles over
the face
and what was clearly Skywalker’s cheekbones but General Kenobi’s
nose.

‘No
beard, huh, interesting.’ Rex thought faintly as he took in the
freckles on the man’s skin and that little mole beneath one set of
eye. “Sir?” He managed, his voice stronger than he thought it
would be.

The
fusion grinned, a wide, cocky and mischievous smile. “Call me Oni!
Now let’s party.” Oni laughed, pulling both sabers off his belt
with a laugh, the free set of hands folding over his chest while the
others set into a jar kai pose.

So I have to know what happens with those grass pups In worried alpha father.

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“Bye
bye puppies.” Obi-Wan waved, his shoulder slightly slumped but a
smile on his face.

Just
as Qui-Gon had predicted, Obi-Wan was just feeling a bit parental
over the orphaned babies and once the rescue service had been
contacted and the smugglers had been dealt with, Obi-Wan had turned
them over with the knowledge that the canines would be better off
with people who knew exactly
how to take care of them.

That
didn’t mean Obi-Wan wasn’t attached to them, having come to care
for the little ones during the week they had been with him, Obi-Wan
feeding them little meat chunks and cuddling and playing with them.

Settling
his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, Qui-Gon gave his padawan a small
smile as the omega turned big eyes up at him, gently pulling the teen
into him and wrapping him gently up in a hug. “It’s alright
Obi-Wan. I know you liked them but maybe we can get you something
else? Would you like a slug terrarium? Would be safer…” He
trailed off.

Obi-Wan
contemplated that before shaking his head and tucking himself into
Qui-Gon’s chest and stomach, hiding in his body, a slight tremble
coming from the smaller body.

Wrapping
his arms around him properly in a tight hug, Qui-Gon rumbled softly.
“Oh I know, it’s
alright, they’re going to a safe place, one of the animal
sanctuaries and the smugglers and poachers won’t touch them there.”
Qui-Gon murmured quietly, feeling Obi-Wan sink more and more into his
body for comfort.

He
waved Anakin away when the other alpha paused, a small frown on his
face. ‘Hormonal.’ He mouthed to the other one and an
understanding look crossed his face before he nodded and continued
eyeing the departure board.

Qui-Gon
was grateful, Obi-Wan didn’t like it when people stared at him
during his hormonal moments.

They
didn’t happen often, Obi-Wan was actually pretty good about
controlling them in public but sometimes, everyone needed some
comfort.

And
right now, Qui-Gon was going to provide it for his kit.

()()()

Rubbing
his nose with the back of his sleeve, Obi-Wan glanced around the
ship, taking in the other passengers before pressing into his
master’s side.

He
was miserable.

There
was no way around it, he was miserable because his heat was coming
and hopefully they could get home before it hit, his suppressors
should last that long.

But
first of the failing of the initial mission, then the camping out in
the forest and THEN
the grass puppies having to go with the rescue people once they
managed to find, track down and arrest the smugglers.

He
had really liked those grass puppies.

They
were cute, sweet and licked his fingers.

Only
really good thing was spending time with Anakin.

Anakin,
who was sitting on the other side of him, keeping the other
passengers away from him as Qui-Gon kept half his robe and an arm
around him, shielding his scent as best he could.

He
was an omega and what could he say, he wasn’t too comfortable with
how some sleemos thought they could act just because they were in
public. ‘I swear, someone needs to teach assholes a lesson. What
screams ‘talk to me’ when someone is wearing headphones or
earbuds or is engaged in a novel or book?’ He thought grumpily,
narrowing his eyes as he watched an alpha human pretty much just
interrupt a lady’s conversation to grab her attention.

Luckily
she shot him down on her own and outright moved seats, leaving a
grumpy alpha behind, who was sulking like a toddler denied sweets.

He
tried to sit up and smile charmingly when he saw Obi-Wan looking, but
Obi-Wan just looked away in disgust with a small sneer, leaning more
into Qui-Gon’s side before glancing at Anakin.

‘Give
me Knight Skywalker any day of the week…’ He couldn’t help but
smile, his smile growing when Anakin managed to grasp Obi-Wan’s
hand, hidden by their cloaks as
Anakin gently rubbed at his hand with his thumb.

Gentle
and slow caress, thumb over knuckles, ever so slightly ticklish and
it made Obi-Wan smile as he settled his head on Qui-Gon’s shoulder.

Yo, whenever you’re writing days hit again, mind updating Uncertain Beginnings?

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Wincing
a bit at the disapproval he saw in his master’s eyes, Obi-Wan
summoned up as good a smile as he could, still mentally throwing
curses at the man beside him. “I’m resting and sleeping now
master, promise.” He tried, a bit of puppy dog obedience still in
the young knight.

There
was a deep snort but Jango didn’t say anything more.

And
honestly, Obi-Wan was thankful for that.

When
he had allowed Jango’s presence for the call, he hadn’t thought
the man would talk much outside of confirming the information Obi-Wan
already knew to the council on, both the ones on the way and the ones
on Coruscant still.

Hell,
Jango had even opted to come in only the blue tunic and blue leggings
of his, not a shred of armor to indicate that he ‘trusted’
Obi-Wan, something the redhead knew that they weren’t quite on
level with yet.

But
Jango could play pretend, that much Obi-Wan knew and Jango was
playing pretend for the council with Obi-Wan it seemed.

But
then Qui-Gon had asked for his health, once the others had canceled
their call and Jango had spilled the truth of course, that Obi-Wan
had collapsed in the middle of a hallway because he hadn’t been
doing due by his body.

“I
expect,” Qui-Gon stated in a tight tone, a sure sign of his
unhappiness. “That you will be sleeping at least six hours a night
and eating three times a day Obi-Wan.”

This
wasn’t a council master speaking to a knight.

This
was a former master speaking to their padawan, their worried veneer
hidden beneath the
sternness of someone promoted to the council.

“Yes
master… I apologize for worrying you.” Obi-Wan mumbled, tucking
his hands into his sleeves while fighting against the urge to scuff
his feet.

He
wasn’t fifteen anymore, he wasn’t an uncertain, coltish teen
after all.

Sighing,
Qui-Gon let a small smile cross his stern
face,
softening
it up.
“Just please look after yourself, we’ll be there in three days,
so until then, just hold on and keep a low profile,” He assured him
before
tacking on the last blow that had Obi-Wan knowing he’d do as told.
“Please Obi-Wan, I worry for you.”

Smiling
faintly, Obi-Wan nodded and bowed slightly. “Yes master, may the
Force be with you.” He murmured softly.

Standing
from his seat, Qui-Gon nodded. “And with you Obi-Wan, now go eat.”
He scolded teasingly, the smile still lurking on his lips, almost
hidden by the beard in the holo before
he too faded away.

Sighing
faintly, Obi-Wan straightened then gave Jango a grumpy look, the
mando’a
only raising a brow in return that had Obi-Wan rolling his eyes.

“You
heard the man, food.” Jango drawled, gesturing for Obi-Wan to go
first and with another eye roll, Obi-Wan did indeed move first out of
the comm room with Jango following at his back, sliding up to his
side once they entered the hallway.

Rolling
his eyes once more, Obi-Wan sighed. “You didn’t have to tell him
anything.” Obi-Wan stated dryly.

A
loud snort that echoed the corridor escaped Jango. “Oh yeah,
because
I know you’d listen to me. I figured you’d listen to the man I
assume was your teacher more honestly.” He sent Obi-Wan a smug
smirk.

Sighing,
Obi-Wan shook his head, hiding away a smile as he tapped his metal
fingers against the hilt of his saber.

Well,
no one said the mando’a couldn’t plan. ‘And he is right, I
would listen to that kind of order. Qui-Gon saying please.’ He
mused, hiding away a slight blush when the bounty hunter thumped
their shoulders together gently.

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(As the winner, Jasighn requested werebear’s Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, and as such, I’ve provided down below)

Grumbling
tiredly as he felt the teen under him shift around, Qui-Gon flickered
his eyes open to tiredly glance around the cave, taking in the
graying light of the sunrise with a tiny bit of satisfaction,
stretching his paws.

Qui-Gon
was a werebear and that had come very much in handy after their
mission had gone to poodoo as the government resented the
interference of the Senate and the Jedi in particular, coming to tell
them how to live and change their way of life.

So
hiding out in caves as bears were working very much out for him and
his padawan, Obi-Wan being his tiny but very happy cub padawan.

Stretching
his paws out before he shifted to his human form, Qui-Gon smiled down
at his lap sized werecub, chuckling faintly as Obi-Wan whined in
reluctance, obviously not wanting to wake up.

Chuckling
a bit louder, Qui-Gon sat back and then pulled his cub onto his lap,
rubbing his hands through the russet fur carefully, tracing up to his
ears to scratch, gently encouraging his padawan awake.

Finally,
Obi-Wan squirmed before huffing loudly, rumbling deeply in his chest
before he moved out of Qui-Gon’s lap to sit beside him where he
shifted to his human shape, rubbing his grimy eyes. “Tired…” He
mumbled.

“Oh
I know,” Qui-Gon chortled more, pulling the boy closer to him to
give him a little nuzzle. “But we need to get a move on, we’re
going to eat the little rations we got left,” Obi-Wan grimaced
heavily, field rations were never tasty and they had been eating them
for weeks. “And then we need to make our way to the port, where
we’ll get our rear ends onto a ship and smuggle ourselves off the
planet.” Qui-Gon continued, ignoring his padawan’s grumpy face.

Sulking
a bit, Obi-Wan watched as Qui-Gon dug up the bag the master had
buried down to give the impression that only bears were around if
anyone checked on them.

After
a chiding look from the older were, Obi-Wan started chewing slowly
and steadily on the field ration.

‘He’s
such a grouchy thing in the morning,’ Qui-Gon thought with
amusement, giving the others braid a little tug as he ate his own.
‘Maybe get him a nice treat when we get home. He does have a sweet
tooth and he has been eating only field rations for two weeks, no
wonder he’s a grouchy child right now.’

Of
course, plans were one thing, reality was another.

One
moment they were sneaking their way through the dock, keeping to the
shadows with their eyes peeled.

The
next they were in an all out brawl with a trandoshan group who had
managed to spot them, apparently the local government had put a
bounty on the two Jedi to prevent them from leaving the planet and
reporting back.

Qui-Gon
wasn’t quite sure how it happened but one moment he had been
grappling with the leader trandoshan, going toe to toe with the woman
thanks to his were strength, the next he had been throwing her clear
across the docking bay as the sounds of whimpering filled the air.

Familiar
and terrified whimpers that spoke to all the instincts a werebear
could never suppress fully as he twirled around, finding his padawan,
his little cub with his head under the heel of another of the
trandoshan.

They
never saw Qui-Gon coming, the Jedi not even bothering roaring as he
shifted mind jump and crashed into the reptile alien in a furry
muscled mass, claws extended as his paw almost disemboweled the man.

Snarling,
Qui-Gon turned from the downed man and towards his cub, changing
mid-step once more as he hoisted his padawan up into his arm, wincing
at the pained whimper that caused.

‘Please
don’t have a neck injury.’ Qui-Gon pleaded to the Force as he
made a beeline for a ship that was already leaving, recognizing the
mark of Alderaan on the ship.

Alderaan
had always been positive to Jedi, so maybe, with a bit of luck they
could escape with them.

Aided
with a powerful jump from the Force, Qui-Gon landed on the ramp
moments before it closed, Obi-Wan held tightly into his body as a
startled shuttle
hand stared at them in shock while clutching a box to his chest.
“W-Wh-”

Cutting
in smoothly, arranging his whimpering cub to his chest, Qui-Gon bowed
a bit to the man. “Apologies for my abrupt arrival, I am Jedi
Master Qui-Gon Jinn, may I speak with your captain?” He murmured,
trying to keep his tone serene.

The
man
stared at them before dropping his eyes to Obi-Wan, eyes widening a
bit. “How about I lead you to the medbay first master Jedi, the
captain can meet us there.” He gestured for him to follow.

Relief
shuddering up his spine, Qui-Gon nodded and glanced down at Obi-Wan,
frowning in worry as he saw the thin trail of blood dripping down his
temple and cheek to soak on the boy’s dirty tunic.

He
was also unconscious, his mind fuzzy and dark, and Force, Qui-Gon
kept sending a prayer off to the Force that Obi-Wan’s neck wasn’t
injured, his poor padawan.

Passing
by other crew members as he followed the young man, Qui-Gon murmured
soothing words to Obi-Wan while ignoring the wide eyed and surprised
crew members, following right behind the redhead leading him to the
medbay.

“Oh
my! Please put him here.” The doctor murmured, her brown eyes wide
as she hurried over to a bed, the
shuttle hand stepped aside to contact the captain in the meantime.

Carefully
settling his cub down, Qui-Gon glanced worriedly at him before
looking up at the medic. “A trandoshan stepped onto his
neck, I’m not sure the extent of his injuries…” He murmured,
stroking his hand over Obi-Wan’s hair.

Nodding,
the medic grabbed several instrument Qui-Gon recognized as scanning
implements. “I’ll give him a throughout examination.” She
murmured, coming over and getting to work and giving him a scan.

Nodding,
Qui-Gon inwardly groaned as the captain finally joined them, dark
skinned woman in a fetching long red coat with piercing eyes. He
didn’t want to leave Obi-Wan’s side, his poor cub was not in a
good state.

Though
gratefully, she didn’t take him away, was willing to question him
as Qui-Gon kept a hand on the bed his padawan was on.

It
seemed to endear him to the rest. “I do apologize for my abrupt
arrival Captain Barinna, but Obi-Wan… my padawan takes priority in
front of my own comfort.” He murmured, his voice a tad sore and
rough from speaking for over an hour to explain the situation,
watching the captain lower her dark to Obi-Wan as the medic slid a
neck brace on him.

They
softened a tad. “Well, I expect full compensation for the trip from
the Jedi order, however I understand. Children… all children, comes
first.” She agreed, her voice deeper than Qui-Gon expected.

Slumping
a bit, Qui-Gon nodded, smiling wryly at the captain. “Thank you,
I’ll be contacting the Jedi order if I can borrow a comm, to
arrange for compensation to be paid forward… I mean, I kind of have
to anyhow as we lost all our supplies and will be needing credits to
arrange a trip from Alderaan to Coruscant…” Qui-Gon rubbed the
back of his neck before turning around fully when Obi-Wan let out a
small whimper, gaining consciousness since they arrived on the ship.

“Obi-Wan,
thank the Force,” Qui-Gon settled his hand on Obi-Wan’s brow,
shaking his head when the other opened his mouth. “No, don’t try
to talk Obi-Wan, your throat was pushed on and it is swollen, just
leave it be and let your throat relax, you have a neck brace on for
now.” He murmured, missing the soft and amused look the captain and
medic exchanged over his head.

Qui-Gon
had more important things on his mind, like his dirty and bloody cub.

Hopefully
he could loan some cleaning solution for both their clothes and skin,
Obi-Wan could do with a cleanup.

‘My
poor cub.’ Qui-Gon smiled down at Obi-Wan, gently stroking over the
short russet spikes of his hair as he blinked tiredly up at Qui-Gon.

Chuckling
faintly when Obi-Wan let out a small yawn, Qui-Gon continued stroking
and rubbing the others scalp slowly. “Kiddo, just go back to sleep,
let the medic do her job and I’ll take care of the rest. Just
rest.”
He murmured, imbuing his voice with a tiny bit of a Force command to
ensure Obi-Wan did indeed fall asleep.

He
was going to hear about it later from his cub, Obi-Wan disliked
having himself sent asleep unless he asked for it himself.

But
a masters prerogative was to take care of their padawans after all.

Letting
his hand linger on Obi-Wan’s head, Qui-Gon turned back to the
padawan. “Now, might I trouble you for a comm ma’am?” He smiled
hopefully, the smile turning bashful at her amused chuckle.

“For
an adoring father, who am I to say no.” She teased, smirking
slightly at the color clearly visible on Qui-Gon’s ears.

Sometimes
even a werebear Jedi blushed it appeared.

I am so curious about Feralchild, about what Qui means and thinks of by kingdom. When he looks at Obi and thinks he’ll have a kingdom, what does Qui envision?

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There
is one thing that Qui-Gon is very aware of when it comes to his
apprentice.

Obi-Wan
has separation anxiety.

Not
for material possession, though if someone takes away something that
is his, Obi-Wan will
get it back and get his revenge.

But
no, Obi-Wan has separation anxiety for the people he cares about.
Something in Obi-Wan is broken or at least fractured, to the point he
will turn ever so slightly insane at the concept of someone taking
away someone that is termed as his.

Qui-Gon
doesn’t really want to see what would happen if anyone succeeded in
taking someone away from him.

He’s
also aware that people think he’s joking when he says that Obi-Wan
will have a kingdom.

But
once more, he is not joking.

Because
he sees it in Obi-Wan, in his gait, in his eyes.

Obi-Wan
will have a kingdom, a planet to rule.

The
only questions are… where, how large and who will he take it from?

Because
Qui-Gon knows there will come a triggering point, a point when
Obi-Wan will wage war against someone and he can’t help but wonder
if it will be the Sith Order itself and the council. If Obi-Wan will
take Coruscant and make the entire galaxy his kingdom.

It
wouldn’t be too far fetched.

Qui-Gon
knows of the snake in Obi-Wan’s chest, that grants him his fangs
and hisses when Obi-Wan rages.

Obi-Wan
has always been feral and he’ll be a feral king.

Or
a feral emperor that rises over all.

Standing
from his bed as the thoughts won’t leave him, Qui-Gon passes into
the silent living room of his and Obi-Wan’s shared suite, moving to
the door of his apprentice.

It
opens smoothly with a quiet woosh and Qui-Gon stands in the dark
doorway, eyes piercing through the darkness with ease to see Obi-Wan
curled up on his side, his back to the room.

And
against the wall, almost hidden from view, a smaller shape, protected
by Obi-Wan’s bulk.

Anakin.

Obi-Wan
has always curled up to the wall to sleep, an instinct to be prepared
but for Anakin, he will expose his back to the outside, to make
himself vulnerable.

‘You
are all mine.’

Obi-Wan’s
voice rages in his head and Qui-Gon breathes out silently, not daring
to make a noise and wake Obi-Wan.

Not
when he’s curled around Anakin.

And
yet he still passes into the room on bare feet, plush carpet muffling
his steps as he crosses the room easily to rest his hand on Obi-Wan’s
hair, gently caressing the silken strands matted down to the others
forehead.

Obi-Wan
had come to him, he didn’t choose him.

Yet
this was Qui-Gon’s legacy.

Feemor
had been an apprenticeship to finish and Feemor was happy with his
plant experiments and his travels out in the rims, with little to no
contact with the temple except for maybe the yearly check-ins.

Xanatos
was a disappointment, there was no way around it. Maybe Qui-Gon had
coddled him or maybe he hadn’t been stern enough but the end was
disappointment.

Obi-Wan
however was his legacy… and his child. Qui-Gon may have biological
children out in the galaxy somewhere, he hadn’t been shy and there
was always someone drawn to power but they were not Obi-Wan.

Sinking
to his knees, Qui-Gon drew trembling fingers down Obi-Wan’s cheek
before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the others temple, making
sure to stay away from Anakin.

‘I
don’t know what kind of kingdom you will make Obi-Wan, only time
will tell. But I will be with you each step as you take it and build
it in your image. Even if it’s an empire of ashes.’ Qui-Gon
settled on his knees beside the bed, feeling the Force purr in
pleasure as he promised himself once more to Obi-Wan.

His
son, in all the ways that was important.

The
son he chose, the son that had a place in Qui-Gon’s heart.

#guildofexile: Obi and Ani talk after Obi’s meeting. Do they discuss future plans?

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Running
his fingers slowly over the tanned skin, Obi-Wan let out a soft sigh
as
he continued to trace invisible patterns all over Anakin’s back,
the Tatooine native letting out a soft pleasured little noise while
squirming into the sheets below them.

They
hadn’t really done anything but the day had been long
and going to bed together had been wonderful frankly and something
that had been needed, cuddling up with each other in simple sleep
pants.

Though
Obi-Wan was enjoying stroking Anakin’s skin, the other resting on
his stomach with Obi-Wan supporting himself on an elbow beside him as
he stroked slowly and steadily with his fingertips.

“So
what happens now?” Obi-Wan finally whispered, feeling Anakin tense
up a bit below him before the blond sighed, rolling over on his back
to look up at Obi-Wan, both staring at each other.

“I
guess… we need to figure this out, huh.” Anakin sighed, smiling a
bit when Obi-Wan rested his arms on the others sternum instead, the
two peering at each other with one of Obi-Wan’s legs making it’s
home between Anakin’s to snuggle in closer.

“We
do rather need to. I don’t mind if you want to continue as a Jedi
even after the war, I understand that for now we’re in a limbo
thanks to the war but Anakin, I’m not leaving the guild, the ship
is mine.” Obi-Wan gently explained.

Reaching
up, Anakin played with Obi-Wan’s longish hair, stroking his fingers
through the unbraided length. “I know, I… like being a Jedi but…
I don’t want to see your back as often as I saw Padme’s back.”
He whispered quietly.

‘Honestly,
back then it was you leaving her for the most part I bet.’ Obi-Wan
thought, maybe a bit uncharitable but
he wasn’t unaware of his bondmate’s slightly selfish behavior to
times. But then again, Obi-Wan had his own glaring personality faults
so he wasn’t going to lay into Anakin’s for his. “Then I guess…
for as long as the war is on, we don’t have to make those decisions
yet. The Senate has offically contracted me for at least another year
or until the war is over, and so far it doesn’t show evidence of
stopping.” He murmured quietly.

Anakin
slid his arms around Obi-Wan, staring at him with a dark frown before
sighing heavily. “I want it to stop though. Maybe…” He
hesitated.

Quirking
a brow, Obi-Wan leaned in a bit closer to bump their noses together,
lifting the corners of his lips when he got a little snort from
Anakin. “Maybe…?” He prodded carefully.

Swallowing,
Anakin’s amused grin turned a bit weaker, the trace of anxiety
visible on his face. “Maybe you have a spot on your crew for a
voluntary exile?” Anakin offered, his arms tightening up around
Obi-Wan’s waist.

Of
all the things in the galaxy, that was not what Obi-Wan expected to
come out of Anakin’s mouth and he had to use all his resources in
control not to let his shock show as he stared at the other.

Anakin
loved being a Jedi, it was his goal from the day he left his mother
as the man had admitted quietly to Obi-Wan, both of them telling each
other in the silence of the night of each others life.

Obi-Wan
talked about his life after the Jedi temple, all the grueling
training, miserable hungry days and eventually his ship.

Anakin
talked about bone breaking work as a slave, slow days at the temple
and then Tatooine and his mother.

Sharing
about each others life to get to know each other with the bond
buzzing in the back of their mind.

He
had been silent too long, Anakin was tense as a spring and finally
Obi-Wan let a small smile cross his lips, sending reassurances
Anakin’s way through the bond between them, warmth and tender care
that could develop into love. “I do rather believe that there is a
chance for that yes.” Obi-Wan murmured quietly, bopping
their noses together again in what he hoped was a reassuring move.

Instantly,
Anakin went practically lax under him as he let out a small laugh,
leaning in to cautiously get a chaste kiss from Obi-Wan. Or that was
what it started as at least, though it slowly and steadily grew more
heated as Anakin pulled Obi-Wan from his side to instead rest in the
cradle between his legs, hands running greedily along Obi-Wan’s
back.

Humming
into the kiss, running his own hands into Anakin’s hair, Obi-Wan
thought that yes, he could easily make space for another one on his
ship and cabin when they were this good of a company.

Policeandlibrary Are we going to see Jango meeting Obi’s family? How does Anakin feel about his bro’s new boyfriend? How much shit does Tahl give Jango for proposing over text?

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Well
when he said he was going to figure it out, he did mean it but that
doesn’t mean that Jango likes the feeling of Anakin Skywalker
staring him down over the dinner table as he chats with Tahl and
Qui-Gon.

The
kid, or well teen really, is not easy to win over at
all, Jango can see it in his eyes, the suspicion he hadn’t even
bothered to hide or the tenseness of both mech and flesh hand on
cutlery.

But
considering Obi-Wan had dated a convicted murderer at some point,
maybe he has reason to be cautious and as Cody had told him, Obi-Wan
was a foster home child.

That
left deep traumas, Jango had unfortunately seen his fair share of bad
homes that looked decent on papers but ended up with kids being
abused.

And
even then, that was not touching on how Anakin became a foster child
to begin with.

And
to be fair to the blond, he hadn’t said anything, only watched
Jango and Obi-Wan with hawk eyes, making sure he had eyes on their
behavior and actions.

Jango
wasn’t a fool to note that while Anakin was still hand tense and he
was keeping his eyes stuck on them, he had eased up a bit, wasn’t
as tense over the shoulders anymore as he had been before.

So
at least there was progress as he chatted with Qui-Gon and Tahl about
their shop, the latest fudge recipe that was attempted and a few…
mystery cookies he wasn’t going to ask too many questions about.

Tahl’s
rather mischievous
eyes kept him from doing that, the look in those golden green eyes
just daring him while Qui-Gon just looked wholly amused at the entire
procession.

Obi-Wan
just had his head in his hands, laughing helplessly.

Hey,
if two old hippies wanted to enjoy a weed cookie now and again, Jango
wasn’t going to be the one to piss on their parade, it wasn’t
like they were harming anyone in the privacy of their own home.

And
he rather suspected that it aided Qui-Gon’s chronic joint pains
from being so karking tall, along with the car accident Obi-Wan had
spoken about.

So
yeah, Jango wasn’t about to do anything about the little hints that
were dropped.

Beside,
he’d seen worse people on alcohol if he was frank, most people on
grass tended to become weepy or happy buggers…. Except the ones who
had a bad reaction that was.

Which
Tahl and Qui-Gon didn’t seem to have.

“I
do have to say, I love the ring you picked Jango,” Qui-Gon suddenly
noted, reaching across the table to gently pull on the chain around
Obi-Wan’s neck, the redhead instantly straightening a bit to make
it easier for his father to see. “I was half worried about
something totally authoritarian or something… dimondy.” He
chuckled, warmly, letting go of the comet shaped rose gold ring.

“Dimondy
is not a word dad,” Obi-Wan stated wryly before Jango could say
anything. And then he was smiling, leaning into Jango’s side at the
cozy dinner table. “And it’s absolutely perfect, that’s what it
is.” Obi-Wan stated calmly, a soppy smile on his face as he looked
up at Jango.

Flustering,
Jango mustered up a small smile for Obi-Wan, winding his arm around
the others back.

There
was a snort, a deep one and Anakin lifted his glass of cider,
smirking at them. “Well, at least this one is better than the last
one.” He stated wryly, raising his brows at his brother only to
snigger when Obi-Wan stuck out his tongue at the blond in the most
mature way he could.

Well,
that was tentative approval.

Jango
knew it wasn’t fully, he was above the murdery ex but hey, better
than nothing and he had an entire weekend to show Anakin that he
wasn’t about to take Obi-Wan away for good or mistreat him.

So
he could keep watching, Jango wasn’t about to change a thing to win
the other over. He was just going to prove to him that he wasn’t
there to take Obi-Wan away from them and he wasn’t there to hurt
either Anakin’s family or Obi-Wan.

It
did help to feel Obi-Wan pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his
jaw, a comforting and affectionate touch as he leaned into Jango’s
side.

Sweet,
affectionate and soft.

Jango’s
wonderful little librarian.

Okay,
little was pushing it, Obi-Wan was just a tiny bit shorter
than him and
most of his family
but he had a tendency to make himself smaller so yes, Jango’s
little librarian hmph, fuck what anyone else said.

Can we get the conversation with Cody in Armored Delight? Bonus points if he’s overprotective of Obi?

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Frowning
heavily, Cody ran his fingers through Obi-Wan’s sweat slicked hair
slowly, running his hand down the other Jedi’s back as
he rehashed their conversation from earlier mentally.

Now,
logically he knew that Obi-Wan was only slightly shorter than the
troopers, however…

Like
this, out of armor, out of robes, he felt bigger than the Jedi.

More
muscle, not that Obi-Wan lacked any, but Cody was made to fight a
war, he had built muscle from a young age and had to keep fit to
survive, the weak ones in those early days were culled, though he
knew the Jedi had put a stop to that practice thank the stormy winds
of Kamino.

But
Obi-Wan was smaller than him like this, made himself smaller to as he
curled into Cody’s body and nuzzled into his neck for comfort and
aftercare. It made Cody itch in need to cover the other up and hide him from the galaxy.

Not that he could hide Obi-Wan away, who was mouthing
lazily at Cody’s collarbone with a lazy and sated
sigh that
usually brought Cody the plesured shivers.

If
it wasn’t for the conversation they had before Cody decided to get
his General naked, face down and hips up so Cody could redden his
rear. “Are you sure about this Obi-Wan?” He murmured, his lips
twitching fondly when Obi-Wan let out a lazy, inquiring noise against
his skin. “About General Skywalker.” He prodded carefully.

Obi-Wan
paused in mouthing against his skin, much to Cody’s mournful loss,
and shifted instead to look at the other, eyes curious and slightly
on guard. “What do you mean Cody? I mean, I get it if you don’t
want me to, your opinion, all the troopers opinion in this matter to
me.” He nuzzled lightly despite being on guard.

Despite
the seriousness of the topic, Cody couldn’t help but smile at that.

Their
opinion mattered.

If
they said no, even one of the 212th,
and Obi-Wan wouldn’t engage with Skywalker at all.

Rubbing
down Obi-Wan’s spine, Cody let out a small sigh. “Alright, look…
promise not to be offended?” He gently prodded, watching Obi-Wan
closely as the other nodded and smiled at the Commander. “General
Skywalker can be a selfish, emotionally driven, greedy prick at
times, for all that his good quealities, he has a tendency to fuck
up,” Cody stated bluntly, watching Obi-Wan as the others eyes
widened with shock. “And I don’t want him to fuck you up, not
that way at least, or to hurt you.” Cody sighed, bracing himself
for whatever reaction the other might have.

Obi-Wan
continued staring at him before looking down a bit.

But
he wasn’t moving away from Cody, was still curled up against his
body on the narrow bunk they were sharing, so that meant he wasn’t
fully offended, thank all the Sithhells.

“I
know… Anakin can be a bit selfish,” Obi-Wan finally started,
looking up at Cody again. “But I don’t think he’d try to hurt
me on purpose and he is only looking for a friends with benefits
thing.” He continued slowly.

Leaning
in, pausing slightly to observe Obi-Wan’s reaction only to meet
with a guileless blink, Cody smiled and pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s
temple, playing with the others sweat darkened hair. “I know, but I
can’t help but worry General. You’re… precious to us,”
Obi-Wan colored at that, a half guilty, half pleased smile on his
lips. “And I don’t want you hurting or upset. Its your decision
in the end of course and I’ll present the situation to the rest of
the 212th
and hear what they say.” Cody pressed another kiss to Obi-Wan’s
forehead.

He
got a sunny smile in return, Obi-Wan snuggling up against him though
Cody noted the other was more thoughtful after their conversation.

Good.

Cody
didn’t want the other to take his decision based on Skywalker’s
desires.

If
he
wanted it, sure, Cody was going to accept it, it was the General’s
body after all and his choice who he spent time with.

But
if General Skywalker hurt him then Cody reserved the right to get the
501st
to put itching powder in the mans armor.

Or
maybe a wor-no wait, Skywalker ate those, proteins
or whatnot.

Itching
powder made from the itch vir plant it was.

‘And
I’m going to have my own karking conversation with Skywalker, even
if it’s the last thing I do, kark
rank, I’m fucking my own General, rank has nothing to do with
this.’
Cody buried his nose in Obi-Wan’s hair, tightening his arms around
the others warm body.

No
one hurt his
General if Cody could help it, not even General Skywalker.

I know you just updated FloralSkin, and it’s so cute! Seeing Rex and Anakin together, and the past chapters with CodyWan, has me wondering if Jedi Generals tend to be soulmates to the Commanders they work most closely with? Are Mace and Ponds soulmates? Luminara and Gree? Aayla and Bly? Depa and Grey? Not necessarily a prompt, if you’d rather treat it as a question! Thanks again for sharing your stories with us

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Peering
up at the pink half moons as
he rested his arms on his knees,
Anakin
let out a small hum of acknowledgment
when his master sat down on the rock beside him, glancing
at him as Obi-Wan leaned back on his hands to stare up at the moons
too.

He
had amused
look on his face, the flower on his face taking in the color to the
point it almost looked alive, the
pink sheen from the moons making it more vibrant.

“So, did
you hear the latest from the grapevine?” Obi-Wan suddenly asked,
his voice thick of amusement.

Turning
his head fully to look at the other, Anakin raised his brow as he
sensed juicy gossip. “No, what’s going on?” He couldn’t help
a growing smile in response to Obi-Wan’s tone.

Sniggering
softly, Obi-Wan tilted his head, eyes glittering. “Oh, it appears
we are not the only ones with our illustrious leading vod becoming
our soulmates.” He waggled his brows at the other.

Letting
out a bark of amusement, Anakin shifted to sit up fully, stretching
his legs out in front of him to mimic Obi-Wan’s position, leaning
back to be on level with him. “You’re kidding, who?” Anakin
couldn’t help the thrum of excitement.

While
Soulmate bonds were sacred among the Jedi, they weren’t always
accepted as being part of the daily life and there were some
conservative members who very vocally derided the decision of those
who took up with their soulmates.

“Aayla
Secura and her commander Bly,” Obi-Wan held up a finger. “Mace
Windu and Ponds, Ima-Gun
Di and Keeli, Depa Billaba and Stance and Tiplar and Tiplee in a
joined soulbond with Doom.” He chuckled, ticking off each with a
finger.

Jaw
dropping, Anakin stared at Obi-Wan, a bit overwhelmed. “And that’s
the ones that’s been discovered? There could be more?” He shook
his head a bit to clear it when Obi-Wan nodded. “…It’s almost
as if the Force is…”

“Connecting
us all?” Obi-Wan filled in when Anakin trailed off, nodding. “Yes,
it is starting to look that way. People who before had no flowers are
now waking up to flowers appearing everywhere.” He stroked his
beard slowly in thought.

“…Is
that so bad?” Anakin frowned, turning his head to look back up at
the sky. “I mean, humans aren’t really made to be alone, not
really. There are those who can manage it but most people… we need
someone else, someone to give warmth and comfort and touch.” He
shrugged, flushing when he felt Obi-Wan stare at him.

Looking
slowly back up at the moons with Anakin, Obi-Wan let out a
considering noise. “You have a point. Skin starvation is a terrible
thing and makes us… sick.” He whispered quietly before sitting up
and rubbing his upper arms with his hands.

Glancing
at Obi-Wan, Anakin watched the other before shifting closer to his
master and pressing their shoulders together. “Yeah… it does,”
He smiled slightly at Obi-Wan. “But… we got each other and you
might not be as tactile but I am… and you got Cody now. We aren’t
going to let you become skin starved ever.” He winked.

Chuckling
faintly, leaning back into the other, Obi-Wan smiled fondly at the
blond. “That is true. And as long as I live, I will have your back
Anakin, I may put duty high… but you and Cody are at the top of my
priorities.” Obi-Wan confessed quietly, his
voice wavering ever so slightly but his tone honest.

Freezing,
Anakin stared at his master in shock.

Coloring,
Obi-Wan looked down. “I, that is, it’s fine if you don’t
believe m-” He gave a cry of surprise as he was tackled off
the flat boulder to the
hard clay floor around them. “A-Anakin?”
He whispered, blinking up at the dark sky full of pink moonlight as
he slowly settled his hands on the others back.

Shivering,
Anakin clung to the other, not saying a word.

Huffing
slightly, softening, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around Anakin in an
equally tight hug. “…It’s alright. You don’t have to say
anything… it’s alright.” He murmured comfortingly, shaking his
head when a concerned Cody started making his way from the camp,
sending the complicated emotions into the soulmate bond as an answer
to the unvoiced question.

The
commander stopped before nodding and intercepting Rex, the two
letting the Jedi have their moment.

“It’s
alright.” Obi-Wan whispered, settling his chin on Anakin’s head.

So does Obi finally get to see what Ani is seeing in The Snails are Free?

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Obi-Wan
had a theory.

A
theory he was going to wait until Anakin was well asleep and at ease
before he would be testing.

Once
night fell and his padawan turned in, Obi-Wan set his plan in motion,
lighting incense and settling down on his old, worn in purple
meditation mat.

If
there was a world beyond what most could see that Anakin could see
because of his Force power…

It
would be logical that with deep enough connection to the Force or
meditation into the Force would
also grant that sight if one was looking
for that world.

Now,
Obi-Wan was not going to claim he had achieved that deep a connection
to the Force just yet but he had been good at meditation for quite
some years.

Settling
down in a lotus position, facing the window with the stick of incense
filling the air with the musky, hazy scent of muella wood, Obi-Wan
settled his index and thumb fingertips into a triangle as he rested
his elbows on his thighs.

Anakin’s
bond and consciousness was a soft, hazy feeling in the back of his
mind, further soothing and lulling Obi-Wan’s
senses.

Breath
slowly, in and out, deep breaths as he let his mind grow even more
blurry, surrendering himself into the Force and trusting it to lead
him, his eyes fluttering shut with his surrender.

In
and out, the scent of muella in his nose, the sounds of his own
breathing and Anakin sleep consciousness filling the Force around
him.

In
and out.

Deep
and slow.

Obi-Wan
body slumped
and
remained slumped as a soft chirping noise filled his ears along with
his breathing.

Wait…
chirp?

Holding
onto the peace and his surrender, Obi-Wan lifted his heavy eyelids,
looking down at his folded legs.

On
the left one, near his elbow, a white and pastel pink slug about the
size of his thumb was resting. ‘I need to inform Anakin that these
are slugs, not snails.’ He thought, his thoughts heavy and slow, as
if caught in molasses.

The
slug chirped at him then nuzzled at his elbow, waving up at him.

Lips
twitching, Obi-Wan wished he could move to touch it or at least wave
in return.

But
he knew that if he did, what he could see would disappear for him.

So
instead he sent out tendrils in the Force, chuckling faintly when the
slug started to sing and trill for him in joy.

()()()

“Wait,
you what?”
Anakin paused with the cup at his lips, staring at his master with
wide eyes.

Scrambling
their eggs, Obi-Wan let out a small hum. “I saw the slugs, and that
is what they are. Snails have shells on their back called houses
Anakin and slugs do not.” He chided gently, glancing about before
looking at Anakin again.

His
padawan was staring at him. “…Can you…” Hesitating, Anakin
ran his hand over the tail he indicated he had on the back of his
head.

Pulling
the skillet aside, Obi-Wan shook. “Not right now, maybe with
training but I need to surrender myself fully to the Force, let it
guide me and it makes me very… vulnerable. Though, Little Pearl was
very friendly.” Obi-Wan chuckled.

Anakin
paused, hand still raised to the tail of his head before shaking his
head. “You named it… Pearl?” He questioned, voice full of
suppressed laughter.

“Everything
needs a name and she is a wonderful pastel shade of pearl pink,”
Obi-Wan hummed, glancing to his shoulder where he assumed Pearl was.
“And she was pastel pink.” Obi-Wan shrugged, reaching for the
bread to make some rye toast.

“…She?”
Anakin stared at him.

Obi-Wan
paused then shrugged. “She. I’ll see her again, eventually, with
enough training but for now we need to eat and continue our day as
normal.” He winked at the other.

Anakin
stared at him before snorting and picking up his caff to drink. “I
need caff, a lot of it. Really master, you are insane, trust you to
try both to be scientific and Force trusting in this.” He chuckled.

Sending
his padawan a wink, Obi-Wan chuckled to himself.