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Mypainyourpain: SO CUTE but also for Qui-Gon to blush when Obi-Wan suggests sealing the bond, what is involved with it? Is it salacious? or is it just a kiss and Qui-Gon is shy?

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Suppressing
his desire to laugh, Obi-Wan couldn’t resist his lips twitching at
the sight of his flushing master. “Are you embarrassed?” He
teased, his restrained laugh obvious in his voice.

Grumbling
a bit, Qui-Gon pulled one hand free from Obi-Wan’s grip so he could
rub the back of his neck with a small grimace. “Well excuse
me for resisting the desire to imagine kissing my padawan and
soulmate. I had to make some
barriers you know so no one could accuse me of indecency.” He
pointed out wryly, his lips turning into a sheepish grimace.

Chuckling,
feeling a tiny bit bad, Obi-Wan shuffled over while clinging to
Qui-Gon’s remaining hand. “So…”
He ventured, raising his brow.

Pausing,
Qui-Gon peered at him for a moment before chuckling softly. “So how
about you take charge for this hmm? I wouldn’t mind that too much.”
He murmured quietly, his blue eyes tender and expecting at the same
time.

Wallowing
heavily, shifting close enough to knock knees with the other man,
Obi-Wan nervously licked his suddenly too dry lips. “So just a
kiss, right?” Nodding,
Qui-Gon ducked his head down a bit.

‘I
can do this, I can totally do this.’ Obi-Wan swallowed and reached
up, cupping a bearded cheek, watching with wide eyes as Qui-Gon
leaned into the touch, allowed Obi-Wan to direct him with his touch
alone.

Was
his mind screaming a bit?

Well
maybe, but this was kinda big and Obi-Wan swallowed once more before
leaning in and pressing his lips to Qui-Gon’s for the first time.

Absurdly,
before his mind went blank, Obi-Wan’s last thought was how
Qui-Gon’s large ears were still red.

Firework
went off in his head at
the contact.

He
could feel Qui-Gon,
and only Qui-Gon.

The
scent of the others hair, beard and skin, the feel of his slightly
chapped lips against Obi-Wan’s, the way his beard lightly scratched
at his palm and face. And then the sensation of the
other filling his head to the brim, the beat of Qui-Gon’s heart in
his own chest and closing that gap in his own soul that he hadn’t
even felt, the pain that somehow escaped his notice.

“Tears,
Obi-Wan?” A low voice rasped and Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered open,
only realizing then that he had closed them as the kiss progressed.

He
meet Qui-Gon’s worried eyes as one large thumb caressed under his
left eye, wiping away the tears the other had noticed.

Breathing
out shakily, Obi-Wan pushed into the touch as he swallowed, tried to
get his throat to work. “I didn’t… I didn’t know how empty
and cold I was… until you filled in the space.” He whispered,
laughing shakily before burying himself in Qui-Gon’s chest,
wrapping his arms around the large chest, listening to the beat of a
heart as strong arms wrapped around him.

“Oh
Obi-Wan… I didn’t know either, I can’t imagine how soul
withering must have… Obi-Wan, I’m so sorry for not realizing.”
He whispered, rubbing down the others back slowly and steadily.

Huffing
into the warm, musky scented clothes, Obi-Wan tightened his grip
around the other. “That wouldn’t have changed what needed to be
done, you couldn’t have… but thank you still.” He sniffled,
rubbing his cheek against the coarse grain of Qui-Gon’s tunic,
savoring the warmth, scent and closeness.

‘Was
I missing this without realizing that something was gone?’ Obi-Wan
couldn’t help but wonder if other soulmate pairs had it like this
or was it just him and his soul withering.

It
was painful honestly, how deeply it effected him.

‘But
it’s done now. I got the ‘cure’ so to speak.’ He relaxed,
raising his head and lifting his chin expectantly when he meet
Qui-Gon’s eyes.

Qui-Gon
raised a brow in question before chuckling when Obi-Wan pushed his
desire into the now fully sealed bond between them. “Of
course Obi-Wan.” He rumbled, obliging his soulmate by ducking down
and gently sealing their lips again, his hands shifting from holding
to supporting Obi-Wan with one in the small of his back and the other
on back of his shoulders..

Another
kiss just for pleasure and comfort, as they held around each other.

There
were still questions Obi-Wan needed to get answered, but those he
would have to ask someone who was knowledgeable about soul withering
and there were of course relationship issues to figure out as the
future continued slowly and steadily along with the new bond they now
shared but they would figure that out given time.

‘Together.’
Obi-Wan sighed happily into the kiss.

‘Indeed
Obi-Wan, together.’ Qui-Gon responded, chuckling contently when
Obi-Wan squeaked into the kiss.

Oh
yes, there were new things to learn about their bond and
relationship.

What does Obi’s third eye do in The Snails are Free?

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Pressing
his fingers to his forehead, carefully feeling around as his anxious
padawan stared at him, Obi-Wan frowned faintly. “And you’re sure
it’s there?” He murmured quietly, frowning harder when Anakin
winced and gave a hard nod. “And little white and pastel colored
snails?” He prodded again.

Once
more, Anakin nodded.

Dropping
his hand to his beard, Obi-Wan stroked around it slowly as he bit his
bottom lip, thinking hard.

It
sounded impossible and yet at the same time… wasn’t the Force an
impossible thing to those who could not feel it?

There
were people who thought them magical wizards and other such nonsense
because they couldn’t understand the Force.

‘And
Anakin is the strongest of us all, who is to say that there isn’t
another level of existence that no one else can see, he is the chosen
on-’

“You
don’t believe me, do you.” Anakin’s glum voice cut in, more a
statement than a question and Obi-Wan focused startled eyes on his
now rather dark looking padawan.

Tilting
his head, Obi-Wan frowned at his young padawan. “Oh don’t be
silly Anakin,” The dark clothed Jedi’s shoulders sunk, his eyes
lowering to the floor. “Of course I believe you.” Obi-Wan huffed,
wincing a bit when Anakin’s head shot up so fast his neck cracked
quite soundly.

“You
do?” Anakin questioned, breathless and wide eyed, staring at
Obi-Wan.

Sighing
faintly, Obi-Wan straightened slowly, his legs rather sore from
kneeling on the ground for so long without stretching, offering
Anakin his hands to pull the other up. “Well yes, you are the
strongest known Force sensitive in the entire galaxy Anakin, there is
only to reason that maybe you could see things others can’t…
though the whole eye in the middle of my forehead that I can’t
sense myself is rather disturbing.” Obi-Wan
mused.

A
small bubble of hysterical laugh escaped Anakin at that, the other
practically sinking together again as he stared at Obi-Wan. “If you
think that’s
disturbing, you don’t wanna know how I look.” He giggled shakily.

Pausing,
Obi-Wan stared at his padawan. “…What do you mean by that
Anakin?” He prompted gently.

Anakin
grimaced, opening his mouth only to yelp and jump back, eyes centered
on Obi-Wan’s forehead again.

Only,
now Obi-Wan could make a guess. “…Well that’s interesting,”
He puzzled, staring at his padawan. “Did it open again?” Obi-Wan
got a shaky nod in answer. “I see…” Obi-Wan glanced away,
rubbing his chin.

“M-master?”
Anakin got out.

“…I’ve
been having flash visions on and off, I just had one now. And you say
the eye opened while I had one… yes interesting, if my theory is
correct, then this is what allows my sight
into the future, all my visions.”
Obi-Wan mused. While his theory was most likely correct, it was hard
to prove when he himself could not see this eye or anything of the
rest Anakin could see.

Sith
hells, he couldn’t even feel this snail that was suppose to be on
his shoulder.

That
apparently sang and chirped and had little hands that waved.

‘Another
level of existance… astounding and also troubling, deeply
troubling.’ He mused, shaking his head and then focusing on Anakin.
“Padawan, please tell me what you meant about how you look.” He
requested, gently pushing the teen into the seat at their kitchenette
table.

Grasping
the now cold caff, Anakin hesitated before sighing. “I… I’m
very odd looking, disturbing. I kinda look like the slugs, in that I
kinda have a… tail,” He gestured behind his head, clearly cupping
something before moving his hand forward to his face. “And I have
more than normal eyes, small ones around the temple and over my
eyebrows that are blue like the one you have.” He explained.

Sitting
down slowly, Obi-Wan stared at his padawan. “Fascinating, so is
your skin changed then?” He blinked.

“Kind
of?” Anakin winced, rubbing the back of his neck before taking a
quick sip of cold caff, grimacing before standing and fetching sugar.
“I mean the tail part is pale like it and has gossamer pastel
colors but my actual face isn’t like that. The tail kinda pokes out
of the bake of my head and is semi covered with my hair.” He
huffed, stirring the sugar in before warming his caff with the Force.

Considering
the circumstances, Obi-Wan was going to accept the frivolous use of
Force, settling his elbows on the table to balance his chin on his
hands. “Fascinating, absolutely fascinating…” Obi-Wan murmured,
missing the fond, exasperated and grateful look his padawan sent him.

Obi-Wan
didn’t know how Anakin’s nerves settled at the utter acceptance
the older Jedi was showing, didn’t see how Anakin’s heart swelled
with affection and gratefulness, with trust and care.

Because
Obi-Wan wasn’t rejecting Anakin and what he could see, believed him
despite not being able to see it himself.

Believed in Anakin without question.

And
at the same time, he was still himself, still curious, scientific and
helpful Obi-Wan, who was trying to find and answer to Anakin’s
questions, to what he was seeing.

Padding
over to his master’s side, Anakin rested one hand on the redhead’s
shoulder, getting his attention as Obi-Wan tilted his head to look at
him.

Swiftly
placing his steaming caff down on the kitchen table, Anakin leaned down and pressed their
foreheads together, feeling Obi-Wan pause in surprise before the
older Jedi pressed back, a soft chuckle releasing from Obi-Wan’s
lips. “We’ll figure this out Anakin, I promise.” He murmured,
smiling slightly.

“You
know what,” Anakin hummed, feeling Obi-Wan’s breath wash over his
face. “I believe you master.” He chuckled quietly, feeling
something ease in his heart as Obi-Wan remained just… Obi-Wan.

MyglowingJedi Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan STILL need to TALK. Sitting and all is good but idiots need to talk not assume shit. Or Maybe those meddling green claws are at it again and assigns them a joint mission?

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Moving
through the halls, Obi-Wan mulled over the words Qui-Gon had released
while standing at the door.

()()()

“…I
don’t know what it’s worth, words can be empty and you know that
better than anyone with
the galaxy you’ve seen as we’ve traveled it together,”
Qui-Gon suddenly whispered, prompting Obi-Wan to look at him with
his hand still on the door.
“But for what it’s worth to you, I am truly, utterly sorry for
hurting you Obi-Wan.” The
long haired Jedi looked up, meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes with a sorrowful
smile on his lips.

Opening
his mouth, Obi-Wan struggled to find words before just swallowing
heavily and nodding faintly, opening the door to step out, eager for
space.

()()()

An
apology.

Qui-Gon
had apologized and had left it at that, basically giving the reins to
Obi-Wan to decide what the value of that apology was worth and let
him take the next steps.

That
was just it though.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t sure what to do or where to go with the apology.

It
was nice to have it, after all this time.

But
at the same time it didn’t erase what had happened, nor did it make
him inclined to forgive Qui-Gon.

‘But
do I have to?’ Obi-Wan paused at the thought, standing in the
hallway to stare blankly forward. The thought was so conflicting
against Jedi belief and yet at the same time… it was Obi-Wan’s
choice and he was only human.

He
didn’t have to forgive Qui-Gon.

But
he could move on.

‘…Am
I allowed to start anew? To not forgive and yet keep him in my life?’
Obi-Wan licked his chapped lips and started moving again as he
noticed two knights sending him a worried look when they passed by,
realizing that he had stopped cold in the middle of the hallway.

Sliding
his hands into his sleeves, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath through his
nose.

Hadn’t
he read somewhere that healing, especially the mental one, was a the
prerogative of the wounded one.

That
the one who was in pain was the one’s decisions that mattered?

So
if Obi-Wan wanted to start anew with Qui-Gon, while simultaneously
not forgiving him, would that be so horrible?

‘There’s
so much that happened, a lot of pain, rejection… emotional trauma
regardless what I try to tell people,’ Obi-Wan moved around a
sprinting padawan easily, the young zabrak looking panicked with a
bag over her shoulder. ‘So shouldn’t my decision on this be
paramount?’

He
slipped into the elevator, nodding to the three master’s already
there before pressing on the floor for his and Anakin’s quarters.

‘I
guess in the end, only I can decide how I heal and how I cope.’
Obi-Wan frowned slightly to himself before smiling when he felt
Anakin curiously tap at their bond, a wordless inquiry sent along the
bond.

Sending
back the affirmative, Obi-Wan couldn’t help a small chuckle pass
his lips as Anakin’s side of the bond lit up with joy now that the
boy knew he was on his way.

Maybe
he was going about the situation wrong, maybe it would come back to
bite him in the end but maybe he could also extend an olive branch to
Qui-Gon and start anew on equal ground, keep an eye on the man.

Because
even if that olive branch burned up, he still had Anakin.

His
padawan, who had chosen him and was waiting on him so the two could
do their usual night routine of hot chocolate and tea to talk about
the entire day or any issues Anakin didn’t understand during his
lessons.

And
maybe that would be enough for Obi-Wan along with the friends he had
to
support him.

That
still didn’t prepare him for their kitchenette, Anakin standing
sheepishly in the middle as all surfaces were coated in brown
chocolate powder from the floor to the benches. “…Um, I can
explain?” Anakin offered sheepishly.

Blinking,
wide eyed, Obi-Wan stared with his mouth gaping before he snorted and
let out a barking laugh of shock and amusement. “Oh padawan…”
He sniggered, helpless
to do anything but laugh as Anakin continued smiling sheepishly in
return.

For heatedteen, you know what would be cool? Is if Qui-Gon decides to add some of his hair to Obi-wan’s braid to help make it long again.

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Watching
his padawan for a long moment as
the teen continued with the tea for their biscuits,
Qui-Gon tilted his head before smiling gently at the teen when an
idea occurred to him.

Honestly,
he was kicking himself for not thinking of it sooner.

It
had been a full week since he and Obi-Wan had returned and Obi-Wan
was only just starting to become comfortable with coming out of his
little nest and the quarters. Several friends, some council members
and certain friendly masters had come by with treats, well wishes and
generally just providing decent company.

It
had been good for Obi-Wan, seeing people he trusted.

He
still wore the omega collar though, every time they left the temple,
though they had only left twice since they came home.

Once
to visit Dex and once to the Rotunda.

The
first one was one Obi-Wan had gone willingly, happily went to go see
Dex though he had clung to Qui-Gon’s arm the entire way and
Qui-Gon had let him. He wasn’t going to deny Obi-Wan something that
would make him safe.

‘Safe…’
Qui-Gon let his eyes focus on the shorter length of his braid before
he smoothly stood and went to the fresher, taking note that Obi-Wan
glanced after him before focusing back on the tea.

He
came back quickly after grabbing his grooming scissors, returning to
the couch just as Obi-Wan came over with the tray that included their
biscuits and tea. “Master?” Obi-Wan blinked curiously at him,
peering at the scissor with obvious curiosity.

“Leave
the tea on warming Obi-Wan and come over here.” Qui-Gon invited,
patting the brown couch seat right in front of him with a small
smile.

Confused
but clearly also curious, Obi-Wan sat the tray down on their wood
caff table, moving to sit down in front of his master. And then he
let out a horrified gasp when Qui-Gon cut a long lock of hair from
the left side of his head. “Master!” He stared with wide eyes.

Chuckling,
Qui-Gon placed the sisscor and hair down on his lap. “Oh it’s
just hair Obi-Wan, it will regrow.” He soothed softly, reaching out
and taking Obi-Wan’s shorter braid.

Carefully
he undid it, smiling gently as he worked it open and placed the beads
and strands on his lap.

Then
he raised the hair he had severed from his own head, carefully
braiding it in with Obi-Wan’s hair, working slowly and using the
Force to make sure it looked smooth, even though it was obvious it
was not Obi-Wan’s own copper hair.

Then
he settled in the beads and colored threads again, braiding in the
little bead with the Jedi sigil at the bottom that signified Obi-Wan
as a senior padawan. “…There we go, just as long as it was,
carrying a little piece of me with you.” Qui-Gon murmured, meeting
the others eyes.

Obi-Wan’s
eyes were wide, slightly wet before he let out a small laugh. “I…
thank you master, that…” He swallowed heavily, Qui-Gon could see
his throat bob and he prepared himself just in time.

Qui-Gon
chuckled as his arms were filled with his padawan. “You’re
welcome Obi-Wan.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his
omega padawan’s head.

The
galaxy was a cruel place to omegas, there were people who would take
advantage of Obi-Wan at the slightest chance.

But
at the same time, there would always be someone in Obi-Wan’s
corner.

“You’re
welcome Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon repeated more quietly, pulling the other
into his chest, making sure Obi-Wan knew that here, in these rooms,
with Qui-Gon, he would always be safe.

And
in the light above them, the beads of Obi-Wan’s freshly braided
hair, glittered lightly as the dual toned hair seamlessly swung the
beads.

So I’mma put this in again, since I used ellipses in the last one, and apparently that might mean tumblr ate it. So, in Jedi are Cats, cats will sometimes run off somewhere quiet when they’re hurt to lick their wounds. The Clones would be really annoyed by this, because it means they have to send search parties out after battle to find their injured Generals. I feel like Anakin and Mace would be big offenders in this.

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Leveling
the camera up at the face of a very annoyed looking Commander Cody,
his armor scuffed and dirty looking, someone off-screen started
speaking. “So, what are we doing right now Commander?” A chirpy
voice questioned.

Cody
turned to the man in question, his face turning even more incensed.
“Waxer, what the… are you filming for the Jedi are cats karking
stuff? Right
after a battle?” He growled out, left eye twitching and his scar
turning a deep red shade.

Some
people would later claim in the comments that a vein was throbbing in
his forehead.

“…Um…
no?” Waxer responded, the camera angle lowering a bit but still
recording.

Growling,
Commander Cody nodded sharply before looking around. “Now, we need
to find the General, he took the bell off his collar before we landed
so we really need to find him. He’s doing the pain run, again.” He
rubbed the side of his head with the scar with a gloved hand, sighing
deeply.

“Um
sir,” The camera angle changed, focusing on a clone without any
armor marking. “What
is the pain run?” He questioned, sounding embarrassed.

“At
ease soldier,” Cody sighed. “You’re a shiny, so I don’t blame
you for not knowing something that
isn’t officially on the books.
As for the pain run… the Jedi are also
like cats in the fact that when they are injured, they will run off
and try to nurse their wounds in peace and silence and while normally
this would be fine… General Kenobi has a tendency to underestimate
the seriousness of his injuries or
rather, he ignores how serious they can be.
Unfortunately he is not the only Jedi but most of them recognize when
they need to go to the medics, General Kenobi does not and has a
dislike of healing bays and halls. So, we need to find him and
carefully encourage him to go see Helix.” The commander finished
up, glancing about, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully.

“And
that’s the pain run.” Someone off-screen muttered quietly,
sounding
exasperated.

“Where
do we start looking commander?” Another chimed in.

“Not
the medtent and not his own quarters, that’s for sure. He’ll have
picked out some place to meditate and do Force healing,” Commander
Cody continued rubbing his forehead, breathing heavily. “So spread
out around the camp, if you can hear running water, go in that
direction. Don’t
go in the direction of the piles of droidscrap. I’m
going north.” The commander finished up sternly and then started
walking.

“Right,
you all heard the commander,” The chirpy voice stated. “Fan out,
find the General, ask him to go back to camp and if you find him,
comm back to inform the rest so we don’t waste time searching. And if you can’t convince the General, just call for the Commander or Helix himself, they got more pull with the General.”

“Yes
Waxer sir!” There was a chorus of replies and then the troopers
scattered.

The
image went
into a cinematic fade
to black and then the
screen went bright again as the scene appeared
once more, this time in
a strange angle though they could still see
into
the what
was clearly in a medtent by the amount of medical beds stationed
around.

Two
beds in, the commander was standing, helmet under his arm with a
redheaded clone trooper with the medical sigil painted on his armor
and two uzumaki painted symbols on his armor. And on the bed between
them, General Kenobi was laid up, a bandage around his head.

“I
still do believe this is overkill Helix, I may have a concussion bu-”
The medic, Helix, broke in.

“General,
with all due respect, I
am the medic of the 212th
and in this you are beholden to me. You have a concussion, two
broken ribs and two large punctures from shrapnel, and as great as
Force healing is, you need your full focus to heal, something a
concussion prevents you from being as successful as usually,” Helix
stated sternly, tapping his foot impatiently. “Now, are you going
to continue to argue with me?” He raised a brow.

He
got a meek smile in response.

Rolling
his eyes, Helix finally smirked in return. “Just hang on tight,
I’ll return with a painkiller and some more healing aids.” He
patted the Jedi on the shoulder and headed further into the tent, but
the camera remained on the Jedi and Commander.

Cody
carefully settled his helmet on the bed side before reaching up to
the purple collar wrapped around Master Kenobi’s neck, a little
jingle appearing as he attached the bell. “…Just so we don’t
lose sight of you again, hmm?” He smiled softly,
almost tenderly
at his General.

Huffing
faintly, Obi-Wan smiled at Cody in return, eyes
soft.
“Well, if you insist Cody…”

The
smile turned to a smirk on the commander’s face. “Well, I’d
rather be able to keep an ear on you, considering the disappearing
acts you like to pull.” Cody teased, both laughing faintly together
before whoever was filming decided that was enough and pulled back,
the viewers getting a short
shot of the green of the tent outside before it all turned to black
as the clip ended.

#Vaderkinsgift… I love it so much. Do the other Sith know Obi-Wan was sexual with Vader? Can they tell by looking at him? Would they mock him? Would Vader verbally defend Obi-Wan? If this is too detailed an ask, I’m sorry. I’ll take pretty much anything in this AU if you want to write something else.

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Settling
uncertainly down at Vader’s feet, resting
his rear on his heels,
Obi-Wan gave a short glance around the mess hall before just closing
his eyes and settling his head against the man’s thigh. For some
reason the other wasn’t taking his meal in his own rooms today and
Obi-Wan was expected to behave
today.

Not
that he had been thinking about rebelling in a while.

At
least not in the way that Vader meant.

He
was going to behave in front of others and look like an obedient
little Jedi to everyone and in private…

Well,
he wasn’t what he used to be, he didn’t fight half as much but he
wasn’t something meek that Vader could walk all over even if the
other had figured out how to make him squeak with pleasure.

Watching
his ‘master’ curiously, Obi-Wan watched as he removed his left
glove, dropping it on the table they had chosen as the blond glanced
watchfully around the room to take in who was watching them as he
dropped his hand into Obi-Wan’s hair.

He
wouldn’t deny that gentle touch of Vader’s ungloved hand stroking
through his grown out hair was rather pleasant though, the slow
rubbing of his scalp and the teasing of his hair as Vader waited on
his food from the lower level acolyte.

A
surprisingly soft if angry voice suddenly spoke up, invading
Obi-Wan’s senses as he was actually enjoying that head petting. “I
see you finally fucked your little pet.” Someone sneered and
Obi-Wan opened his eyes curiously to glare up at the redskinned
zabrak in front of them.

Vader,
paused in his petting, glaring up with Obi-Wan at the man. “What I
do with my
property is quite up with me Maul.” He sneered at him.

Obi-Wan
twitched a bit at being refereed to as property but in the end, that
was what he was.

The
man, Maul, growled back. “That’s Darth to you, Vader.” He
snapped.

“Considering
even my pet could beat you, your title is not worth osik.” Vader
sniggered, a scatter of mocking laughter erupting around the room.

‘Huh,
I had no idea a zabrak could blush, or is that a blush?’ Obi-Wan
mused, remaining still against the others leg. ‘Oh
no, it’s just blood rushing to his head because of anger.’
Obi-Wan raised his head a bit from the leg.

“You
petty little whore, I’m going t-” What Maul was going to do,
Obi-Wan had no idea, but he was hungry, they were all consumed in
their little petty fight and Vader did
say that even his ‘pet’ could beat Maul.

And
with that said, Obi-Wan grasped the Force and flung Maul right into
the black marble floor with a lazy wave before settling his head on
Vader’s leg again, looking hopefully up at him as the Sith
collapsed in a heap of limbs.

A
breathless silence filled the room before Vader laughed loudly,
throwing his head back to cackle when Maul simply remained laying in
a pile as another yellow and burly zabrak raced over to him

And
then Vader was leaning forward and dropping his hands to Obi-Wan’s
face, cupping it with a wicked smile on his face that made his yellow
eyes glitter in wicked amusement and stunned awe. “I was not
expecting that, but well done Obi-Wan. My clever little Jedi.” He
crooned before pressing several rewarding kisses all over Obi-Wan’s
face before taking Obi-Wan’s lips in a harsh, demanding kiss,
nipping at his lips and sucking on them until they swelled up and
then sitting back to laugh more, his ungloved hand buried once more
in Obi-Wan’s hair as Obi-Wan’s kiss bruised lips now tingled.

()()()

Oh
this was just brilliant.

Anakin
couldn’t stop cackling as Savage picked up his brother and carried
the karking looser away like the weakling he was.

When
he had said that even Obi-Wan could beat him, that hadn’t been
permission really for the other to do just that but he had apparently
taken that as a hint to get Maul out of the way by sending the
cybernetic enhanced, no cocked zabrak crashing into the wall with a
wave of the Force, one that had looked so beautifully elegant and
backed with so much power.

He
was suddenly very glad for trusting Obi-Wan without the suppressor in
his system because this was just golden, to see Maul go crashing into
the wall with his metal legs.

Oh,
that had
to hurt, that weight.

Glancing
down at his Jedi, Anakin couldn’t help but grin widely as he
thought of appropriate rewards for his little Jedi. “Such a
wonderfully, clever little Jedi,” He crooned, grinning delightedly
when Obi-Wan shivered slightly as Anakin scratched at his scalp. “My
beautiful
Jedi.”

ModerJedi: Does ObiBen ever tall his fam that he’s not the only one woth old memories? Considering it aounds like he had a hell of a time, I want him to have that vindication of ‘I told you so’ Also, Anakin is going to be so happy to see him!

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Considering
his only warning was a scream of joy, Obi-Wan was rather impressed
with himself when he hit the floor with the weight of another man on
top of him as Qui-Gon chuckled warmly in amusement behind them.

That
traitor.

Shifting,
Obi-Wan blinked in bemusement before chuckling faintly and wrapping
his arms around the blond that had pounced him. “Hello to you too
Anakin.” He murmured fondly, smiling into the blond curls covering
his face.

The
smell of desert and herbs somehow hung to the other still, despite
Tatooine being far away and maybe none existent and yet the other
still smelled the same as Obi-Wan tightened his hug, tears gathering
at the corner of his eyes.

“I
went through years thinking I was crazy,” Anakin suddenly rasped
out into his ear, tightening his arms around him. “I thought you
were all my
overactive imagination,
my
guardians spent years telling me it was just imaginary, invisible
friends and laughing about how creative I was and I was starting to
think it was all pretend
even when I meet Padme and Qui-Gon but
then they started to remember… and here you are. You’re real
too. I’m not alone anymore.” Anakin sobbed before reaching out
into the Force they both had somehow retained despite the rest of the
normal population not having it.

It
poked at Obi-Wan cautiously before finding the old paths of a long
formed bond, gently pulling.

Chuckling
weakly, letting his own tears roll down his cheeks and into his ears,
Obi-Wan opened his mind and pulled back, feeling Anakin slot
perfectly into his mind in the old bond between them.

“We’re
not alone, you’re not crazy Anakin. Neither of us are, my parents
thought the same.” Obi-Wan laughed as tears continued to roll down
his face.

The
two tightened their grip on each other and Obi-Wan blew Anakin’s
hair out of his face enough to look up at Qui-Gon, watching the man
smile softly down at them with his hands in his pockets, looking as
beautiful as ever in his jeans and home knitted sweater as he had in
Jedi uniform and boots.

‘Thank
you.’ He mouthed up at the other man.

A
wink in return was his only answer as Qui-Gon moved around the two
and made his way into Anakin’s office, leaving the two on the
floor.

Sniffling,
Anakin finally pulled back enough so they could look at each other,
blue, red rimmed eyes roving greedily over Obi-Wan’s fave for
several minutes as Obi-Wan stared equally entranced back before
Anakin laughed and pulled him up, pulling him into yet another hug.

Souls
open bare to them, scars visible in their bonds, Obi-Wan and Anakin
found themselves not caring.

Their
past had been terrible, their previous life had been one painful
event after another, loss, death, pain, torture, tragedy, betrayal…

And
yet here they were again, able to have a second chance.

“I
have hot chocolate.” A warm voice rumbled out, both of them pulling
away from each other enough to look towards Qui-Gon, the man standing
at Anakin’s desk with three steaming cups resting on it and a warm
smile on his face. “No marshmallows but I think Anakin still has a
can of cream stashed away in his office fridge.” He teased them
with that warm, tender smile that offered them nothing but
understanding and care.

Sniffling
and yet laughing, the two got up of off the floor and wandered over,
Obi-Wan and Anakin settling their asses on the edge of the desk to
press against each other as they each took one of the bird shaped
cups, Obi-Wan amused to note that his looked like a raven as he took
a sip of the sweet liquid and wiped the tears off his face, pressing
into the Force signature of the two other reborn Jedi.

Alive,
real.

And
there with Obi-Wan as Qui-Gon grasped Obi-Wan’s free hand in his,
all of the fragile but together in their second chance at trying at
new and happier lives.

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Now,
when he had been told that he, Obi-Wan and Anakin Skywalker were all
put on a joined mission, Qui-Gon had been ready to throw a fit worthy
of the great actors of the galaxy because the idea of having his
wonderful padawan in the company of his suitor without being able to
escape said man was not doing well by him.

But
he ended up being pleasantly surprised, as outside of some minor
flirting during down periods, Skywalker was being rather professional
even if he crashed two swoops and a skycar so far and they were
forced to hide out in a forest to avoid the smugglers that were
bribing the local law and government, which meant that now the Jedi
were targets.

But
then again, that wasn’t really a downside to Qui-Gon, master of the
living Force, who had nothing against camping.

His
padawan had taken less to it of course as always and it was hilarious
to him to see Obi-Wan spurn Skywalker’s attempted flirting.

Clearly
the memo of Obi-Wan preferring being able to access a shower and
‘civilized’ environments had not reached Skywalker and now
Obi-Wan was carrying a pouty grudge, which was hilarious once more
because usually it was Qui-Gon’s fault when they were forced to go
from a nice room to hiding out in a cave or forest somewhere.

And
there were other benefits as Obi-Wan suddenly showed up without said
alpha and an armful of animals after having gone firewood gathering.

Taking
in the blank face of his padawan first, taking notice of how the ears
were burning despite how much the omega
had
schooled the rest of his face into serenity and then dropping his
eyes further down to the armful of the two round, wiggling little
green furred creatures in his arms, taking in the canine formed
muzzles and the big black eyes looking at him, Qui-Gon had to fight
against the smile threatening to take over his own face.

Instead
he slowly reached up and stroked his beard, letting out a small,
inquiring hum, brows quirked at the teen.

Funnily
enough, Obi-Wan’s ear flush managed to spread to his cheeks at the
gesture as he lifted the pups a bit further up his chest as they
wiggled in his grasp. “…I’m adopting these grass puppies.” He
announced blankly.

“I
see,” Qui-Gon stated, still stroking his beard, rubbing thumb and
index finger slowly around mustache to chin. “And
their mother?” He raised his brow.

At
that, Obi-Wan grimaced heavily and shifted before tilting his head
back in the direction he had come from. “Traps.”

Oh
dear, well that explained it.

It
seemed they had managed to find a trace of the animal smugglers after
all.

Qui-Gon
would have thought they didn’t hunt on local ground and only
smuggled out of the Bitana docking bay because it was a minor port
and people wouldn’t notice too much.

Apparently
that was wrong.

Sighing,
Qui-Gon nodded and watched as Obi-Wan settled down with the grass
puppies, petting and cuddling them gently, scratching their ears and
feeding them meat rations.

And
he knew, despite the other saying he was adopting them, he wouldn’t
be keeping them really. ‘Must be closing in on a heat and feeling
parental.’ Qui-Gon would be guessing as he looked up when Skywalker
came stomping through, a big grin on his face as he had a large
armful of wood.

And
then the man gasped. “Are those grass puppies?” He scuttled over
quickly, setting the wood down to kneel down and greet the squeaky
little animals, beaming at Obi-Wan. “You found grass puppies!”
Anakin cooed with delight.

Rolling
his eyes, watching how Obi-Wan flushed in shy pleasure and happiness,
Qui-Gon started on the fire again while mentally bemoaning Obi-Wan’s
taste in alphas.

So in Jedi Are Cats can we get more of Obi being a complete and total tease towards Cody and then playing dumb about it even though everyone and their mother knows that he knows exactly what he’s doing?

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Cody
was going to climb up the walls very soon.

A
metaphorical wall that was but still a wall because for the last week
or so, his Jedi was teasing the hell out of him and Cody wasn’t
sure how to approach the man even as they engaged in another
campaign.

And
then shit hit the fan.

“So
you’re telling me that while Jedi aren’t responsive to catnip,
they are apparently responsive to this herb that
exploded with powder when they got close and they breathed in the
dust and
that it is
basically Jedinip?” Cody stated dryly, trying to ignore how Obi-Wan
was trying
snuggling
into his neck while holding the practically boneless man in his arms.

Helix,
standing at the makeshift desk full of medical analyst equipment and
a terminal, gave a sharp nod, his lips twitching every time he
glanced at the General. “To be fair, it’s more a Force sensitive
nip but yeah, lets go with Jedinip and
it’s completely harmless with the effect being temporary for now as
they just need to rest it off.”
He
stated professionally.

Kix
was less professional, sniggering quietly over in a corner of the
tent, standing near his own General as Skywalker continued to snuggle
up under the medbed in his little nest like creation he had made out
of sheets and pillows.

Least
Commander Tano was mostly normal in that she had simply curled up on
the bed itself and gone to sleep from the look of it.

Taking
a deep breath, that hitched when Obi-Wan sighed dreamily into Cody’s
neck, the commander tightened his grasp on the redhead. “Alright,
then what can we expect from them breathing in this?” He got out,
his voice strained through
the vocoder.

Tapping
the terminal with a finger, Helix smiled. “Well, for one, the nylla
herb functions as a sedative on Force sensitive while simultaneously
making them high,” He gestured to where Skywalker and Tano were
outright resting. “While on our General it is also doing the same,
it is also making him… cuddly.” Here Helix couldn’t hold it in
anymore and started sniggering.

Kix
hooted a bit, covering his face over in the corner.

Glaring
at the two medics through
his visor,
Cody decided the better part of valor was to leave with his General.

Shifting
his arms below
the rear
the murping, boneless
man, Cody lifted him.

And
was suddenly very grateful that his helmet was still on because
Obi-Wan responded by instantly lifting his legs up around Cody’s
waist and tightening his grasp around his neck to hold on.

Mentally
going through the handbook manual, Cody started walking, since the
herb was apparently harmless and just needed to be rested off, Cody
was going to tuck him into his own bunk and let him rest it off.

“Remember
Commander, he’s drugged up~” Helix shot after him as a parting
shot and Cody was tempted to give the other man the middle finger but
right now he had to focus not on how great it felt to be carrying the
weight in his arms, resist the temptation of squeezing that butt so
very close to his grasp and also not give the bell collar too much
notice.

That
didn’t mean he didn’t see the amount of vode suddenly turn
towards him and then basically stalk him across the camp.

Stopping
outside the General’s tent, Cody turned around and growled at the
entire group. “If this clip comes out on UsTube, I will
have each and everyone of you
tried
by court
martial.
Because the fact that there is a plant that knocks out our Jedi like
this is dangerous
information, are we clear?” He snapped out.

There
were a few startled affirmatives, Waxer’s guilty face as he
outright deleted the footage in front of Cody and then they all
scattered.

‘Thank
fuck.’ Cody breathed out before ducking into the tent. “Alright
General, lets get you tucked up and to sleep huh?” He murmured,
half exasperated and half fond.

He
did adore his General but really, all the osik situations that
happened was too much sometimes.

Tipping
the man into the bunk with a cheery chime of his bell, Cody knelt
down and undid the straps of the Jedi’s boots, glancing up only to
smile lovingly inside his helmet when he meet the affectionate eyes
of Obi-Wan, the man smiling guilelessly at him from his position on
the bunk. “Stay?” Obi-Wan questioned hopefully.

Softening,
Cody set Obi-Wan’s boots to the side and reached up, removing his
helmet to smile tenderly up at the man. “…Alright, I’ll stay…
Obi-Wan.” He murmured, the breach in conduct utterly worth it when
Obi-Wan beamed lovingly at him with lidded eyes.

Mypainyourpain: Obi wakes up after their latest setback and is determined to have a serious conversation with his new bond mate.

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Groaning
quietly as the bothan healer helped him on his feet, Obi-Wan
swallowed thickly before glancing over to see Che still checking over
Qui-Gon’s heartbeat as the twi’lek quietly murmured to the Jedi
master.

Her
brows were furrowed but she didn’t look worried, just her usual
grumpy self if Obi-Wan was asked and Qui-Gon looked calm.

Hopefully
that meant that his heart had settled back.

‘Guess
I shouldn’t have convinced him to go to the council after all, huh?’
Obi-Wan mused to himself. Waking up had been horrible after the
withering fit he had which had also affected Qui-Gon through the
newly activated bond between the two. ‘Which lead to him having a
karking heart attack.’

Obi-Wan
had asked not to know about his own condition once he had the
situation, something told him that he didn’t want to know what had
happened when he went into his fit, because knowledge
was
apparently dangerous to his condition. It was enough for Obi-Wan to
know that there was blood involved and his body was stiff as a board.

Now
all he now wanted was to go back to his quarters with Qui-Gon, settle
down on the old, squishy leather couch that had been there since he
became a padawan,
have a serious conversation and then activate the bond.

And
maybe a good long bath for Obi-Wan’s overly stiff muscles.

It
still took over an hour before the healers reluctantly allowed them
to sign out.

Mostly
because Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon both wanted privacy for the soulmate bond
activation and that was something both of them now needed after the
separation.

Still
sore and shaky, Obi-Wan however had needed to be transported in a
hoverchair, which had him sulking even though Qui-Gon was gently
guiding it along.

“I
would have preferred to walk into our quarters.” He huffed quietly,
feeling a bit wretched.

He
might have walked into those rooms as Qui-Gon’s padawan for years…
but it was… different now.

Everything
was different.

A
low rumbling hum, thoughtful came from Qui-Gon and then he said
nothing else on the way until they stopped in front of the door,
ignoring any gossipers or stares along the way.

However
Qui-Gon didn’t reach to scan the pad like Obi-Wan thought he would.

Instead
he put the breaks on the hoverchair and moved around it, stopping in
front of Obi-Wan to offer the other his hands.

Confused,
Obi-Wan blinked at the large, familiar hands before looking up at the
smiling Jedi master holding his hands out to him. “I thought that,
maybe now that you know, you would like to walk into these quarters
with me as my soulmate for the first time?” Qui-Gon murmured
tenderly, his eyes soft.

Grasping
those hands even before Qui-Gon finished, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but
let out a soft, awed laugh as he was pulled up, legs still stiff and
weak but holding him up. ‘Maybe we fit together more than I
thought…’ He marveled as Qui-Gon scanned his hand and let them
in, leaning heavily on the other man as for the first time they both
walked in the door as knowing soulmates.

There
was something wonderful about that, something beautiful and perfect
in finally knowing
that this was his soulmate, supporting him over to the couch, holding
tightly onto him with a small, worried smile on his craggy face.

Soulmates.

Someone
perfect for you, someone that held the second part of your soul.

That
of course didn’t mean you wouldn’t argue or make each others
upset but… it also meant someone who would understand you despite
all the differences.

Settling
down, Obi-Wan peered up at Qui-Gon then tugged lightly on his hands,
prompting him to sit down. “Don’t want tea. I want to talk.” He
murmured quietly before the other could open his mouth.

Snorting,
Qui-Gon sat down slowly. “You know me too well…” He chuckled
quietly before
sighing and shaking his head a bit. “Or not well enough some would
argue considering the circumstances.” He whispered.

Watching
Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan hesitated then pulled the others large hands into
his lap, squeezing them carefully to get Qui-Gon’s attention, those
big blue eyes only focused on him and not his own wallowing in the
past. “Regardless, that’s behind us… right now I want to know
about the future, our future… and some of the past because I have
questions Qui-Gon.” He murmured.

He
refused to call him Master right now.

This
was his soulmate and this was to be about their future.

In
this they were going to be equals from the get go.

Nodding,
Qui-Gon stroked the back of Obi-Wan’s hand with
his thumb. “And I’ll answer all the ones I can, though I don’t
know much about soul withering I have to admit and I don’t know if
it’s wise for you to know until the soulbond is complete.” He
chuckled faintly.

Cocking
his head a bit, peering at the man, Obi-Wan hummed then smiled. “Then
maybe seal the bond now then?” He questioned only to laugh when
Qui-Gon squeaked and turned bright red, flushing to the tips of his
big ears.

‘Well,
at least I’m not the only one who can blush then.’ Obi-Wan
grinned happily.