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I love love love how caring and protective Qui-Gon is in Heated Teen. It’s so wonderful how safe Obi-Wan feels around him. I can just imagine Qui-Gon getting back and Obi-Wan has either nested in his bed or stole his pillows or something and when Qui-Gon is all ??? Obi-Wan just says that it makes him feel safe

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Pausing
in his doorway in utter bemusement with his hand still on the door
frame, Qui-Gon stared at the rather large lump of blankets and
pillows on his bed. Because that had certainly not been there when he
left to go fetch their take-out from the temple front.

And
considering the lack of answer from Obi-Wan and the lack of said
padawan around the quarters, this mean that the other had made a nest
in Qui-Gon’s bedroom. Glancing towards the takeout on the caff
table, Qui-Gon hesitated before entering his room and moving to the
bed, sitting down on the side of it. “Obi-Wan?” He ventured
cautiously.

The
other had been jumpy and meek ever since the
assault,
even after they
got home and
Qui-Gon had gently fixed up the remains of his braid.

The
pirate bastard had apparently wrapped her hand around it and held
Obi-Wan in place with
the braided length
and in desperation, Obi-Wan had severed it partly to escape,
his padawan’s ornaments falling to the
cockpit’s
floor and passing through the grates.

Qui-Gon
would have to find new ones, the beads and all but temporarily that
could wait, it was more important that the braid was clean, even cut
and properly braided even if it was missing length to how Obi-Wan was
used to it.

Finally,
Obi-Wan peeked out from under one of the blankets, peering up at
Qui-Gon quietly.

Brushing
the back of his fingers over the others cheek, Qui-Gon smiled
lightly. “What are you doing in here? I don’t mind,” He tacked
on hastily, seeing Obi-Wan tense a bit, eyes
flickering nervously.
“But you don’t tend to come in here without asking.” Qui-Gon
explained calmly.

Nightmares
and visions had often driven Obi-Wan to him, if just for some minor
comfort before Obi-Wan felt he was old enough to handle it himself
but even then, Obi-Wan had always paused at the threshold of the room
and waited for an invitation as
a young teen, standing in rumpled sleep clothes with wide eyes.

The
explanation
had Obi-Wan relaxing but also had his cheeks turning a ruddy color as
he shuffled a bit.

Shifting,
Qui-Gon reached out and gently stroked Obi-Wan’s cheek
with the back of his fingers,
taking notice that the omega collar was gone at least in their
quarters much to Qui-Gon’s relief. ‘At least he feels safe with
me.’ A part of him breathed out, the
fact that his kit still trusted him a balm to Qui-Gon senses.

“Safe.”
Obi-Wan finally mumbled, leaning into Qui-Gon’s touch.

“Safe?”
Qui-Gon paused then smiled, feeling himself soften and warm to the
point he could have collapsed into a happy little puddle despite the
horrible trauma his padawan had gone into. “You mean that my room,
the scent here… is safe to you?” He gently inquired, wanting to
make sure he had the right idea.

It
wasn’t like he was reading Obi-Wan’s mind and a single word
didn’t really allow for a complex answer.

But
Obi-Wan nodded then shifted a bit back.

Before
Qui-Gon could even open his mouth, Obi-Wan lifted the edge of the
blanket, looking nervously up at Qui-Gon.

‘He’s
allowing me into his little safety nest…’ Awed and also humbled,
Qui-Gon removed his socks first before crawling in under the blanket
and into Obi-Wan’s little makeshift nest made of Qui-Gon’s own
pillows and blankets along with Obi-Wan’s own.

Instantly,
Obi-Wan curled up to his chest, the blanket coming down and closing
the two into the nest and Qui-Gon reached his arm around his padawan,
slowly stroking his kit’s hair and scratch his scalp slowly.

Trauma
was never easy to deal with and sometimes all you could do was sit
there and watch as someone you cared about tried to cope but
sometimes you could be incredibly lucky when the person allowed you
close to help you cope.

“It’s
alright Obi-Wan, I’m here… it’s going to be alright.” Qui-Gon
promised softly, feeling Obi-Wan settle against his chest.

He
couldn’t promise that Obi-Wan wouldn’t be ambushed or assaulted
again, he couldn’t promise someone wouldn’t try to hurt him again
or even that someone wouldn’t try to break the omega collar to
forcibly bond him.

But
he could promise to be there for Obi-Wan and that was exactly what
Qui-Gon was going to do as he tucked Obi-Wan under his chin. ‘This
must be how parents feel…’ Qui-Gon smiled sadly to himself, the
realization bittersweet with how he knew he couldn’t protect
Obi-Wan yet at the same time knew he loved his padawan with all of
his large broken heart.

And
maybe that’s sometimes all you could do.

Regardless,
that was what Qui-Gon would continue to do, to love and be there for
Obi-Wan.

#wolfyrubs: Ani and Obi spend some quality mate time while Ahsoka visits with Plo.

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After
what felt like a full five minute of knocking, the door finally
opened, Skyguy standing there with a smile and a greeting on his lips
before he turned wry. “I’m
sorry Ahsoka, I’d
love to invite you in,”
Anakin stated dryly, turning to the side so she could look into
the quarters. “But
master Kenobi has been taken hostage, he’s trapped turning the
pages of a very dry historical text
and
I need to save him.”
He snorted deeply, exasperatedly amused clearly even
as a fond smile hitched onto his lips

Blinking,
watching the redheaded human, Ahsoka felt her lips twitching into a
smile as he saw the fascinated
expression on the man’s face as he continued reading. “Oh dear,
have you tried offering a ransom?” She giggled softly as Obi-Wan
waved his hand at them without looking away.

Smirking
now, Anakin shrugged. “We negotiated a deal and he’ll be free by
lunch time.” He snorted before stepping out of
the quarters past
her and settling his hand on her shoulder. “In the mean time, we
two can go
fetch some food?
It’s dusty in there and
we haven’t gotten permission to review the next security room yet.”
Anakin rolled his shoulders.

Ahsoka
could spot a fine line of tremors in the blond human and figured it
was suppressed energy, smiling as she nodded up at him and allowed
Anakin to lead her away. “Sounds good to me Skyguy.”

She
had really been wanting to go visit Plo, but she could do that after
fetching food with Anakin at whatever place the other wanted.

She
knew the human werewolf had a lot of energy since his mutation,
though Anakin didn’t often go into details about his new life and
his new abilities.

But
every predatory instinct Ahsoka had told her one thing for sure…

Anakin
was dangerous.

That
meant he was stronger than her and that didn’t shock her, he had
been strong to begin with but since the mutation, he had become even
stronger.

And
since hooking up with Obi-Wan…

Even
that made a difference, something about their bond or maybe the fact
that Obi-Wan feed from him mainly made Anakin even stronger.

‘Maybe
his body is producing more
blood
to satiate Master Obi-Wan? Or
maybe it’s a vampiric feedback loop that causes him to be
stronger?’
She pondered to herself before shaking it off, grinning when she felt
Skyguy rest his hand on her shoulder.

What
did it really matter, when Skyguy was comfortable and safe in the
temple with master Obi-Wan?

()()()

Setting
down the tray with steaming food on the pad overfilled caff table,
Anakin sighed deeply while staring down at the still reading bat
curled up on the couch, Obi-Wan looking quite comfortably snuggled up
in two blankets, wearing one of Anakin’s old tunics as his eyes
flickered quickly over the letters of the pad, clearly consumed with
the intrigue of his mystery novel.

“I
love you, but you’re consumed by your book and clearly I need to
intervene so you can kriffing eat and feed.” Anakin stated, rubbing
his hands together while looking around.

“Uhu,
that’s nice Anakin.” Obi-Wan murmured, scrolling down slowly
before shifting a bit to get more comfortable on the couch.

Brows
raising, Anakin smirked slightly. “If you don’t put down the pad,
the tickle wolf is going to come after you.” He warned, voice loud
and clear as he carefully pushed the caff table away from the couch
to get a bit more space, readying himself

“Uhu,
that’s good Anakin.” Obi-Wan mumbled.

Smirking
widely, Anakin
wiggled,
bunching his shoulders up. This
was really his own fault, Obi-Wan had given Anakin permission for
this if he got too consumed in his none vital literature.

And
then he pounced while simultaneously pulling the pad out of Obi-Wan’s
hand with the Force, setting it on the table among the others as he
dug his hands into Obi-Wan’s stomach, wiggling his fingers as he
pinned Obi-Wan down by sitting over his thighs.

Squealing,
Obi-Wan twisted and tried to escape, batting and pushing at Anakin
before changing tactics to try and catch the werewolves hands as he
screamed with laughter, eyes wide and sparkling with both shock and
delight. “ANAKIN!”

“I
WARNED YOU!” Anakin laughed, leaning down and blowing a raspberry
on the others neck while tickling along the others side.

“AAAAH!”
Obi-Wan screamed with laughter, trying to shake the other off before
just grabbing Anakin and rolling the two off the couch, both laughing
as they hit the ground in a rush of knees, elbows and blankets,
panting heavily while grinning at each other.

In distant pain could you write how obi met cotton and they bonded. Thank you

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Breathing
out, Obi-Wan reclined back in the tub and sunk down to his shoulders
while closing his eyes, the comfort of the hot water easing sore
muscles and the vanilla scented bath salt lulling his senses into a
soothing daze.

There
was something just utterly unique about being in a bath as hot as
your body could take and letting it sooth those abused muscles as you
let your mind semi meditate through the comfort.

A
little chirrup broke through his peace and he quirked an eye open
with an amused smile as Cotton crawled up on the rim of the tub,
staring at him curiously as she licked away what looked like glittery
wings from around her muzzle. “Hey there little one, I see you’ve
been hunting.” Obi-Wan teased softly, reaching up to rest his elbow
on the rim so he could gently scratch under her chin with his
fingers.

A
content little thrill escaped the feathered dragon, Cotton settling
on the rim to get attention as Obi-Wan continued his peaceful soak
while
scratching at the feathered dragon.

Smile
growing slowly, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but remember when he meet
Cotton.

It
was just after the council had put him over on black-ops missions,
just a year after Jinn had taken Skywalker on and Obi-Wan had felt
like the galaxies fuck-up.

His
mental condition had been so bad, he had at times wondered about just
slipping off into the Force, disappearing without a trace while
wondering if anyone would really care.

And
then, searching the Cloetta jungle moon for traces of a smuggling
ring that operated in the mid cores that smuggled people out to sell
as slaves, Obi-Wan had come over an injured feathered dragon laying
on the ground, it’s left wing bent and clearly broken.

Obi-Wan
had just stood there, staring at the passed out thing for so long
before slowly bending down and gathering the wild animal to him,
ignoring how it squeaked and bit at his hands, taking in the jewel
tones turned dusty it’s strife and the skinny body beneath the
feathers.

It
had felt like a sign at the time.

A
broken but in reality powerful animal, powerless to really defend
itself against Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan, a powerful but mentally broken
Jedi, equally helpless.

Reaching
out into the Force, Obi-Wan had soothed the at the time little animal
and took her with him to his tent, ignoring his bloody hands as he
instead focused on caring for the little dragon.

He
had splinted its wing, had gone digging for worms and beetles and
feed it gently, crushing the insects into an insect pulp when the
dragon showed signs of having a difficult time eating.

Obi-Wan
had feed the animal with a dropper, had washed it and gently
continued to heal and change the bandage as he tried to complete his
mission.

Slowly
the wild animal had gone from snapping at him to gently licking at
his hands, jewel tones shining brighter as she,
not it, gained health back.

And
then Obi-Wan had named her, Cotton as he gently removed the splints
so she could spread her wings.

He
had though she would leave then.

But
instead Cotton had taken off, flying high in the sky in glittering
shades of jewel in the bright sun… and then she had come back.

Cotton
had landed on his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck, chirping and
roaring gently at him before playfully tugging at his earlobe until
Obi-Wan laughed, for
the first time since Naboo feeling something close to happiness as he
petted Cotton.

It
hadn’t been a magical healing in moments, but it had been the start
of something even if no one else realized it with Obi-Wan being
isolated on that moon with Cotton.

Focusing
on the present, Obi-Wan quirked a wry smile at his size changing
friend. “You know, I
don’t know where in the galaxy I would have been if I hadn’t meet
you that day…” He whispered quietly, not wanting Mace to overhear
in the living room if he was finished cooking. “But I don’t think
I’d be alive at least. Thank you for finding me that day Cotton and
thank you for staying with me.”  Obi-Wan moved his fingers to the
orange plumage.

The
dragon, chirped and purred, pushing said plumage out to him as if she
knew exactly what Obi-Wan was saying and knew she had helped him.

“Thank
you for giving me both happiness and love.” Obi-Wan leaned forward,
pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

There
was nothing in the galaxy he would trade Cotton away for.

Nor
Zuru.

They
were too important to him and he would fight tooth and nail for them
any day of the week.

Feral child needs more possessive Obi lol

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Staring
down Crechemaster Dolan, Obi-Wan slowly lifted up the blond as the
dark haired man raised an eyebrow at him. “…This is Anakin.
Anakin is mine,” Obi-Wan explained, narrowing his eyes as Dolan
expression turned from bemused to amused. “You’re only borrowing
him until I’m ready to train Anakin. Understand?” He growled out,
tucking Anakin back to his chest while ignoring the amusement he
could feel both behind and in front of him.

Damn
Qui-Gon for saying he couldn’t train Anakin yet and
damn him for being so amused at Obi-Wan’s possessiveness. Qui-Gon
was possessive too!

And
damn him for being right.

‘But
Anakin
is still too small and has to be fattened a bit up. Plus if we find
his mother, Anakin might not want to stay with
you.’
A small voice whispered in Obi-Wan’s mind that he snarled mentally
at, silencing
it with his rage.

“Of
course Apprentice Kenobi, it will be my pleasure to look out for your
future apprentice,” Dolan drawled before bowing lightly, smiling
gently at Anakin with sparkling yellow eyes. “It is a pleasure to
meet you Anakin, I am creche master Dolan, one of many creche masters
that look out for the young who do not have a master,” He glanced
up at Obi-Wan, a wicked smirk lining his face. “Or in your
circumstance, has a master who is yet not ready.”

Anakin
glanced uncertainly between them, tightening his hands in Obi-Wan’s
blood red silk tunic.

Growling,
Obi-Wan knelt down and sat Anakin on his feet, resting his hands on
the former slave’s shoulders as blue eyes stared at him. “I’m
going to entrust you to Dolan while I try to find your mother Anakin,
alright? He’s going to make sure you get food, clothes, play and
education.” He stated in a soft tone, ignoring when Dolan’s brows
rose in sharp surprise.

Anakin,
biting at his chapped lips as his eyes filled with water, nodded.
“B-But you’re gonna come back right?”

Reaching
up, Obi-Wan gently wiped away the first tear. “Every day I am in
the temple, I’ll come see you. And I’ll send you a comm message
when I’m away everyday too. I can’t always make them up to date
when I’m away but I’ll try Anakin, alright?” He murmured, voice
still soft for his little monster’s sake.

Sniffling,
Anakin nodded.

“But
before that, you and I are going to go by the healers, they’re
going to remove the explosives in you like I promised and log you
with the temple,” Obi-Wan continued stroking Anakin’s cheek.
“We’re just here to get you new clothes so you can change into
them after the healers are done.” He looked up at Dolan.

Eyeing
Anakin, Dolan nodded. “I’ll get him a standard human size small,
give me a few minutes… hopefully he doesn’t chew on his clothes
like you did.” He smirked at them before turning and heading past
the crowds of playing children.

Both
Anakin and Obi-Wan ignored them, despite them looking curiously at
the two and some with excitement at Anakin, clearly expecting a new
member.

“Chew?”
Anakin whispered, blinking at Obi-Wan as the teen colored and cleared
his voice.

Behind
them, Qui-Gon just chuckled. “Obi-Wan had a rather peculiar habit
of chewing on… everything and everyone when he was young
apparently.” He announced quite happily.

‘Oh
fuck, someone told him.’ Obi-Wan turned his head sharply to glare
up at his master.

Unperturbed,
Qui-Gon continued, clearly delighted to embarrass Obi-Wan and fill in
Anakin’s curiosity. “When
he was in the creche,” Qui-Gon gestured with one big hand, big
nosed wave, a smile on his face even as Obi-Wan glared doom at his
master. “He tended to end up chewing on his clothes or furniture.
And when the creche masters tried to interfere, he’d chew on their
clothes. And since mouth is a big part of a child’s development,
they couldn’t stop him outright so they had to coat pretty much
everything in a foul tasting liquid to prevent Obi-Wan from chewing
on stuff. There is still bite marks on some of the furniture in here
apparently.” Qui-Gon chuckled deeply.

Coloring
deeply, Obi-Wan muttered to himself only to smile when he heard
Anakin giggle quietly, turning back to his monster as Anakin grinned
at Obi-Wan, suddenly more at ease than before thanks to Qui-Gon’s
story.

So
maybe Obi-Wan wouldn’t bite him that hard on their next sparring
round… maybe.

Picking
Anakin up and settling him on his hip again as Dolan returned,
Obi-Wan sniffed in faux superiority. “I was simply trimming my
canines for battle.” He announced as Dolan gave Qui-Gon the clothes
for Anakin.

“Oh
indeed,” Dolan agreed airily. “The canines you had yet to
develop, I see, that makes sense Apprentice Kenobi.”  He nodded
seriously, both creche master and Sith master exchanging long looks
before cracking up, Anakin giggling into Obi-Wan’s chest.

‘Bastards.’
Obi-Wan refused to say he was pouting, cuddling Anakin to him.

His
little monster.

Dolan
was just borrowing him for a few years.

Psst, Moddy, that last meowchain247 art you posted with padawan!Obi & knight!Anakin? Can we get that with #worriedalphafather? Cause at the end of the last part, Obi was eying a blond alpha, so he clearly has a type 😈 and Qui 100% NOT HAVING IT gives me life

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Resisting
the urge to scream, Qui-Gon stared down the brightly lit hallway of
the living section he and Obi-Wan had quarters
in.

He
had figured he could go off on a lecture with Tahl, after all, it was
the temple and it was a safe space for them along with the lecture
being about herbology from Ryloth, something Qui-Gon hadn’t been
able to study before.

It
would be fascinating to have a proper in-depth
teaching about it from someone native who had hands on experience
with said subject.

And
so he had spent his hours at the lecture, taking in information,
speaking with Tahl and even having a cup of tea with his friend and
fellow alpha.

“What
are you stari-oh.” Tahl let out an amused noise as she looked
around Qui-Gon’s overly tall frame.

There,
right by their quarters door, Obi-Wan was standing with his pad held
tightly to his chest and
a small, shy smile on his lips as he peered up through his none
existent bangs.

And
leaning against the wall via his elbow, head resting against his
hand, Knight Skywalker was clearly chatting up Qui-Gon’s still too
young for dating padawan.

At
least in his opinion.

And
Qui-Gon was the master.

And
Anakin Skywalker was clearly the one chatting up Obi-Wan if he had
followed him to his quarter door.

A
hand closed around his arm. “Hold your banthas, Qui-Gon.” Tahl
chuckled softly.

“But
Tahl.” He protested, gesturing towards Skywalker as the blond alpha
said something that made Obi-Wan laugh, leaning closer into him even
as he tucked the pad more tightly to his chest.

Chuckling,
Tahl gave his arm a tug. “Obi-Wan looks quite content, he’s a
grown padawan able to make his own decisions, don’t belittle him by
trying to control his romantic interests.” She chided gently.

Glancing
back down the hall, Qui-Gon did take in how rather happy Obi-Wan
looked compared to content and a little check on their bond gave
Qui-Gon the residual feeling of shyness along with a flattered sort
of happiness. He really did have a liking for blonds, of that Qui-Gon
had very much learned throughout the years, even as they ran on
Mandalor with Satine, he had been flattered then too when her
annoyance turned to liking.

‘Kinda
how I reacted when we were teens and Tahl rather relentlessly pursued
me even after we both turned out to be alphas.’ A quiet part of his
mind noted.

The
other part was rather loudly objecting and waving metaphorical arms
around. ‘No no no no no! That is my child, that is my kit! He’s
my sweet little kit and Knight Skywalker, while a decent Jedi, is a
wild card! AAAAAH!’

It
was a rather confusing mix.

It
wasn’t that he didn’t trust Obi-Wan to take decisions like this,
Obi-Wan was one of the more level headed padawan’s Qui-Gon had ever
witnessed and he could overcome his own nature even in a heat to give
an alpha a good kick in the stomach or balls depending on what they
had.

But
Knight Skywalker…

Wild
card, had crashed more ships than even Quinlan Vos and Obi-Wan was
Qui-Gon’s kit, he didn’t want him hurt.

One
last look at Tahl, Qui-Gon finally shook her loose
and made his way down the hall, robe flaring up around him as he did
and much to his pleasure, the moment Skywalker noticed him, the man’s
blue eyes widened and he straightened, backing a bit from Obi-Wan.

‘Good.’
Qui-Gon barely resisted the urge to bare his teeth and instead smiled
as Obi-Wan’s eyes found him too, the blushing redhead smile turning
to delight at seeing his master.

“Master!
You’re back!” Obi-Wan chirped, separating from Skywalker to greet
Qui-Gon instead.

“Indeed
I am padawan, it is after all time for lunch.” Qui-Gon chuckled,
ruffling the others short hair before giving Skywalker an even stare
over the others head, hearing Tahl huff in amusement behind him even
as Skywalker swallowed and gave a nervous smile.

‘Yeah
you better be, creeping on my padawan. You want him, you gotta prove
yourself.’ Qui-Gon narrowed his eyes at the blond.

Please tell me Obiwan doesn’t kill Quigon for his Darth child in feral child. I was really hoping for fluffy Sith shenanigans in regards to the lineage.

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Waking
up as something pressed him down into the bunk, Qui-Gon kept utterly
still as he met Obi-Wan’s glowing amber eyes in the darkness of his
room, his eyes slowly adjusting with the help of adrenaline and the
Force as he was suddenly utterly awake as Obi-Wan was on all fours
above him.

The
teen, almost a man, stared down at him with a blank expression before
he bared his teeth, those dangerous fangs the Force had granted him
almost glinting like knives in the dark. “You’re mine, you and
Anakin are both mine.
I have no idea what a father is suppose to be, but you fill a void
and I am not letting anyone, not even death or my future, take you
from me.” He snarled out, something low and dark in his voice.

It
filled something warm in Qui-Gon’s chest.

Ever
so slowly, he snuck a hand out from under the blankets, Obi-Wan’s
eyes following it as it reached up to carefully cup Obi-Wan’s
cheek.

His
eyes fluttered a bit at that, shutting as he pressed into Qui-Gon’s
large hand.

“I
do not know what a father should feel for a child,” Qui-Gon
whispered, his voice low and gritted from sleep and Obi-Wan’s eyes
snapped open again, once more aware and focused on Qui-Gon. “I may
have children out there,” He continued, not ashamed to admit he had
taken pleasure out in the galaxy with those who caught his interest
and fancy and he in turn managed to seduce. “But there are none I
would claim as my child but you, none as worthy or as wonderfully awe
inspiring but you, my feral little monster.” Qui-Gon murmured.

Obi-Wan’s
eyes stared at him unwavering, searching, probing for deceit and
finding none.

And
like a puppet cut of it’s last strings, Obi-Wan collapsed down on
him, prompting a grunt from the older Sith before he chuckled and
wrapped his arms around his boy, rubbing his back as Obi-Wan nuzzled
into his chest with a tiny whine.

“You
may not have come from my loins or my flesh Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon
rumbled into his ear, feeling the other freeze on his chest. “But
as certain as the sun rises on
a thousand planets in this galaxy we call our home, you are my
child and my proudest achievement is seeing you find your path and
take your rank as you fully deserve.” He whispered, pressing a
tender kiss to the others temple.

If
Obi-Wan had been a puppet cut of strings before, he was now boneless
on top of Qui-Gon, relief and something close to hope filling
Qui-Gon’s student.

Chuckling
faintly, Qui-Gon continued rubbing Obi-Wan’s back, yawning a bit.

For
all that Obi-Wan was a Sith and close to becoming Darth himself with
an apprentice already picked out for himself the moment he earned his
title,
he was still just Qui-Gon’s feral little boy at times.

“My
little treasure, my diamond in the rough who came and found me,”
Qui-Gon whispered fondly, slowly rubbing his fingers through the
others hair while closing his eyes. “Come now, it’s time for
sleep and I imagine Anakin is tucked up in your bed all warm and
nice. Under my blanket you go then.” He chuckled into the dark.

Letting
out a tiny noise, Obi-Wan rolled off Qui-Gon long enough to get under
the blanket before tucking back up onto the man’s chest again,
Qui-Gon now being able to tell that the other was in his night
clothes and not tunic and robe at least, that would make this for an
uncomfortable sleep honestly if he was tucked up in the rougher and
thicker material.

‘He’s
heavy,’ Qui-Gon noted to himself, wrapping his arms around the
other again as he held on tightly. ‘He’s gotten so big despite
being my little boy.’

The
bunk was really much too small for two, especially with Qui-Gon’s
proportions and Obi-Wan was no little child that Qui-Gon could easily
tuck into his frame and hide away if something was afoot.

But
they made due, Obi-Wan tucking into Qui-Gon’s chest with his head
rested on the man’s collarbone.

“Rest
well my feral one.” He whispered into the dark, feeling Obi-Wan’s
slow and even breath puff against his neck.

Does Obi-Wan fully understand the more *sexual* implications of wearing a collar in Jedi are Cats, or is he an oblivious boi who just thinks it’s a cute joke about how he’s kinda similar to a cat and he’s so quiet he needs a little bell

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The
Negotiator himself is many things.

Occasionally
cruel, silver tongued, a superb duelist, a sound strategist,
compassionate, calm, steady, an animal lover…

But
he is not stupid and if people really think that the concept of a
collar in the more carnal aspect of the human body and mind is lost
on him, they really have no idea what Obi-Wan Kenobi got up to
despite having a padawan.

Or
what he got up to when he was
a padawan.

But
he is also very good at acting like he doesn’t know something,
humming as he absently plays with the bell of his collar and scrolls
through the morning feed, ignoring the way he can actually feel
Cody staring at him with hunger.

Instead
he just absently pauses his scrolling, picks up his tea cup from the
mess table and takes a small sip to moisten his mouth, licking his
lips afterward slowly.

He
can hear something drop to the floor and Obi-Wan has to resist the
urge to cackle because well, if he’s walking around with a collar
thanks to Cody, even if it was justified to not startle the man every
day and even other troopers, that doesn’t mean Obi-Wan has to
suffer alone.

“You’re
going to give him an aneurysm soon Obi-Wan.” Anakin announced
quietly as he sat down, tray
placed down first with his flesh hand in a white sling across his
chest from the last skirmish as Kix warned them it needed rest,
the
knight’s
giant smile a contradiction to the words he offered up.  

‘Brat.’
Obi-Wan thought fondly, pausing his bell play to give Anakin his full
attention, Force knew that anything less made his former padawan
liable to play the staring game and go after Obi-Wan’s tea for the
millionth time in their life. “I have no idea what you’re talking
about.” He sniffed.

Snorting
deeply, the chatter of the troopers around them covering for them as
usual, Anakin smirked wryly. “Huh, yeah you may get that past them,
but you don’t get that past me, not after all these years. Now go
get yourself a tray of food.” He
chided gently.

Rolling
his eyes, Obi-Wan powered down his pad and got up, chuckling faintly
as he made his way to the front to get a tray of dinner and a cup of
tea for himself. Though if he was sashaying a bit more than normal to
get more and louder bell sounds while potentially prowling forward…
well…

Obi-Wan
wasn’t telling.

()()()

Widening
his nostrils a bit to let out a sharp breath, Cody tried to tear his
eyes off his General but it was impossible.

Every
moment he almost managed it, the sound of the bell dragged him back,
the way he was moving like the predator all Jedi were was enticing
and Cody wanted to pounce
this particular predator to show him who the superior hunter was.

Swallowing
hard, Cody blindly searched for the cup to get something wet down his
throat because it was very dry.

“Cod’ika,
if you don’t tear your eyes off him soon, Waxer is going to start
taping you for the Jedi are cats series.” Rex
playful voice broke through the conversations and sounds of eating
around them.

Letting
out a little curse and kicking the captain under the table, Cody
glowered a bit before finally managing to drag his eyes off Obi-Wan
when he stopped at the food line, breathing out as he looked at Rex.
“…My codpiece is trying to strangle me.” He whispered in a
choked tone.

The
confession got a snigger as Rex started into the rather bland curry
that was their meal ration but hey, at least it was better than just
slop. “Yeah, figured as much with how hard you’re staring at the
General.” He teased, a few coughs around them ‘disguising’
their eavesdropping vode laughs.

Assholes,
just really, assholes.

It
wasn’t his fault that the collar was really
working for the Jedi and that Cody was weak for the man from before.

And
the fucking fact that Obi-Wan knew what he was doing.

Cody
refused to believe the other wasn’t fully aware of what he was
doing and was doing it on purpose now to get Cody’s goat.

Or
to encourage him.

That
thought had Cody pausing, his fork in the curry as he stared at the
little chunks of soy protein.

‘Encouraging
me to… what? He’s my commanding office-… he has rank above me,
for him to approach me would be abuse of his position,’ He slowly
raised his eyes to watch Obi-Wan return to Skywalker with his tray
off food, both Jedi giving each other challenging looks as Obi-Wan
set his tea cup down on the table. ‘But if I
approached him…’

Food
for thought at least, even as Rex continued to snigger at him.

I realize it has been a while but Smallandcute, did Obi see Qui fall at Naboo? Is 3 yr old Obi able to share enough that Qui-Gon realizes that it is a vision? Also is Obi stuck that way? Extra credit to actually meet Dex. Giant Dex would love 3yr old Obi.

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Carrying
his padawan on his hip, Qui-Gon made his way to the kitchen as both
yawned tiredly, more or less awake as
they took notice of Coruscant’s pink skyline through the window.

It
was so early and yet they were required to wake up as they had a
healer appointment to go to and therefore needed to eat before they
went.

Eating
in their quarters would give them more time to wake.

‘It’s
lucky that I can at least make breakfast items.’ Qui-Gon mused
tiredly as he peered around sleepily before deciding that toast and
fruit sounded wonderful with oatmeal for Obi-Wan since he was missing
a tooth and his gums were sore.

As
he added milk to the oatmeal and moved on to start on some fruit,
Qui-Gon mentally contemplated what had driven Obi-Wan to his bed last
night. He would have to ask, of that he was sure but first he was
going to get food into his little padawan and then
he would ask after they both had some tea, he proper sapir and
Obi-Wan the caffeine free fruit one the healers had recommended.

He
needed to be more awake if this was more than a simple nightmare
caused by all the anxieties he had been part of giving Obi-Wan.

‘Poor
little toadling, I really put you through the ringer of fucking up
your self confidence huh.’ Qui-Gon
nuzzled gently at him as he added the fruit to the bowl and then the
milk, stirring slowly to make sure it would soften.

Poor
little Obi’s mouth would need it to soften.

“Nana.”
The
boy in question
chirped suddenly and Qui-Gon chuckled, nodding as he dropped bread
slices into the toaster for himself. “Indeed, soft and nice for
your mouth.” Qui-Gon rumbled, smiling when Obi-Wan giggled at the
sensation, moving onto putting water on for tea for them.

As
they waited, he leaned against the counter and cuddled his padawan to
his chest, nuzzling at the soft fluff of his hair, both drowsing a
bit only to jump when the toast came up.

Setting
Obi-Wan down in his raised seat, Qui-Gon quickly moved to get his
toast ready and move the bowls and plate to the table.

Before
he sat he also set their tea to steep in tea strainers,
allowing them to become ready while they ate.

Soon
enough they were awake enough to have the conversation, though
Qui-Gon delayed enough to get them dressed and cuddled up on the
couch together. “…You’re gonna ask, aren’t cha?” Obi-Wan
whispered, tucking into Qui-Gon’s chest.

“I
am, you think you’re okay to answer?” Qui-Gon rumbled, stroking
his fingers through Obi-Wan’s baby soft hair and down his back.

They
didn’t have too much time before they needed to go for the healer
appointment.

Obi-Wan
mulled a bit before shrugging with a soft whine. “I don’t
remember much, it was all red and you fell, it was scary and… and
red lightsabers?” Obi-Wan sniffled, hiding in his chest.

Shifting,
rubbing Obi-Wan’s back, Qui-Gon let out an assuring murmur as his
mind scrambled over the information Obi-Wan had suddenly unleashed on
him. Because that information was not good and Qui-Gon would have
to speak to the councilors about it.

Red
lightsabers…

That
was a bad sign and Qui-Gon hoped that all Obi-Wan had seen was a
darksider but, and not to be arrogant, but he was among some of the
best duelist the temple had, Yan’s rather demanding personality and
his own skills being nothing to sneeze at and that
knowledge had leeched over on Qui-Gon at a young age along with
experience coming later.

In
a fight for life and death he wouldn’t have held back.

This
was troubling information indeed even as he stood with his now calmer
padawan to go to the healer appointment.

The Codywan in Unsafe Galaxy is so damn pure. I feel like if I were around them I’d spend my whole day wanting to sing “Cody and Obi sitting in a tree!” I just want them to KISS! Something sweet and pure and maybe just in front of the troopers or Anakin just like a casual peck or something and Obi is proud of himself and Cody is blushing and everyone else is just like 💚💚😮😫 our leaders are so cute. But also Anakin still needs a hug so idk what the priority should be here.

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Pressing
into Cody’s side, Obi-Wan let out a small hum as the man ran his
fingers through Obi-Wan’s clean hair. “That feels nice, but you
didn’t have to… ooooh.” The Jedi let out a soft moan of
pleasure at the sensation.

Which
got a laugh out of Cody as he shifted all around until Obi-Wan’s
head was resting against his chest, both hands now working on
Obi-Wan’s scalp. “Yeah you see, you say that, but when I get
great reactions like that, it’s just incentives for me to do it.”
He teased gently.

Obi-Wan
groaned a bit and stretched a bit before wiggling a bit and
stretching his legs out along his bunks.

There
weren’t really a lot of dating opportunities in a campaign and
camp,
so they would have to do with what they could, that meant a meal in
Obi-Wan’s tent and some private time away from prying eyes and
questioning people.

And
cuddling, all the cuddling they could handle.

“How
about a trade off?” Cody proposed after a moment as Obi-Wan
snuggled back into his chest.

“Mmmn,
trade off?” Obi-Wan yawned a bit, letting Cody manhandle him a bit
around until the Jedi was resting his head on Cody’s lap.

“How
about you tell me about the first mission you and
your
had
once you were well?”
Cody scratched and rubbed through the soft copper hair steadily.

Obi-Wan
let out another yawn and didn’t look too distressed which had Cody
relaxing too as he continued working his fingers through the others
hair. Since Obi-Wan wasn’t reacting badly, that meant that the
mission by Jedi standards weren’t too bad. “Well,
that is several years ago but… it was memorable to me.” Obi-Wan
smiled emptily at the air.

That
look suited him, the smile, contentment.

Cody
would like to see more of it if he could for the future and maybe one
day place it on Obi-Wan’s face daily.

“Let’s
see, we were sent off to Ryloth, there was a dispute-” Obi-Wan’s
even voice drew him into the story.

()()()

Glancing
about from under the rim of his hood, Obi-Wan took notice with a
small frown that they were being kept under observation and with a
little tug of the others robe, he got Qui-Gon’s attention.

“Obi-Wan?”
Qui-Gon murmured quietly, question clear in his voice as he let his
expressive blue eyes trail around from under his hood.

Both
were also noticeably avoiding each
other’s titles, trying not to alert anyone.

“We’re
being kept under observation, we just arrived and someones already
singled us out as a danger.” Obi-Wan whispered lowly, knowing his
master would hear him despite the hustle and bustle of the crowd
disembarking from the Uylussu.

The
news had Qui-Gon raising his eyes, quickly scanning the surrounding
area until he also saw them and he gave a small nod. “Good eyes
Obi-Wan, what do they look like?” He questioned quietly, sweeping
his robe around himself to blend into the crowd.

Following
his master’s example and recognizing the question for what it was,
Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes as he took in their style of dress and
general disposition. “Thugs for sure though one of them looks more
stashed out both in regard to dress and weapons, a smuggler for sure
and not of low artifacts or items either.” He noted quietly.

A
thoughtful rumble broke through the crowd even as it thinned around
them as the two Jedi continued forward, knowing they had to report to
the judicial that they were there before they could start their
investigation. “You got a good look at them then?” He
queried.

Smiling
up at Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan gave a nod and got a soft chuckle and a
shoulder squeeze in return.

Things
weren’t easy he’d say, after all the assault
had
happened to him,
but Qui-Gon… was different and that was important.

Of
course, the fact that his first mission with the man came to contain
smugglers, a smuggled Jedi artifact, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan switching
bodies thanks to said artifact and a swooper chase in a too big body…

Well,
at least the mission was interesting.

And
hey, Obi-Wan got to be tall for a few hours!

()()()

Cody
paused, staring down at his boyfriend as Obi-Wan grinned sleepily up
at him.

“…You
were in your
master’s
body.” He blinked heavily.

“His
knees really suck.” Obi-Wan huffed out, wiggling a bit.

Blinking
even harder, Cody opened his mouth then snorted and shook his head.
“Wow.”

Sometimes,
you just had to accept something happened and then move on.

Hoarderseer – Alderaan – What could possibly happen there? Also a blaster AND poison Antidote? Oh dear, what happens next?

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Smiling
warmly, Breha crossed the platform to grasp Obi-Wan’s hands as the
Jedi struggled to bow, his lover and commander fussing at his side.
“Oh please don’t do that Obi-Wan,” She chuckled softly. “As I
understand, you’re carrying quite the heavy burden even
if you arrived on one of the loveliest of days for Alderaan.”
She teased softly, the
breeze tugging at their clothes as they meet, causing the trees to
sway in the clearing of the
private landing pad.

Laughing
a bit, Obi-Wan rested a hand on his swollen stomach, rubbing lightly
with his thumb. “Yes, that is what happens when the Force bless you
with four at once.” He chuckled quietly and then grinned and
removed his hand, gesturing for Breha to touch if she wanted.

She
eagerly rested a hand against the taunt skin and cooed softly as the
babies inside moved. “Full of life and eager to join the world I
bet. I hope this last month until you give birth will be wonderful
for you,” The Queen of Alderaan motioned for one of her handmaidens
to come over, a tall woman dressed in shades of purple, blue and
black, a scarf covering her head and a veil covering all but her dark
eyes. “This is Dalla, she will be at your hand for any request you
would need as
your aide for your stay on Alderaan in our lovely capital.”
Breha stated warmly.

“Oh
that’s not nes-” Obi-Wan tried to protest.

“Nonsense,
you do not know Alderaan that well and Dalla will be able to inform
you of any activities around the planet and arrange transportation as
needed. And will be able to fetch anything or anyone
you would need.” Breha raised he brows, her posture that of royalty
as the implication hit home.

Dalla
would be able to contact the medcenters and medics around to get
Obi-Wan what he needed when the babies were ready to be born.

Smiling
sheepishly, especially when Cody gave him an exasperated look while
squeezing his arm,
Obi-Wan relented with a nod of humility. “I see your point, thank
you for this and thank you Dalla for your aid to come.” He gave her
as good a bow as he could.

A
soft laugh answered him as the lady gave a bow in return. “Please,
you are honored guests and friends of my Queen and her prince, I am
honored to serve.” Dalla murmured, her voice deep and soothing.

Chuckling
a bit, Obi-Wan nodded before glancing back to see how the unloading
process was going, smiling when he saw Qui-Gon was busy regaling the
vode with stories even as they continued to bring out all their
items, Obi-Wan’s bag noticeably slung over his shoulder.

“You’re
right that we’ve arrived on a lovely day Queen Breha, I can’t
thank you enough for extending your welcome to us.” Cody suddenly
spoke up, bringing Obi-Wan’s attention back as he did.

‘They’re
right, it is a lovely day.’ Obi-Wan noted as he glanced around.

There
was a light breeze going, bringing the cool wind from the mountains
down and thereby keeping it from getting too hot as the sun shone
down from a cloudless sky, Alderaan’s skyline bright blue and
beautiful as it sunk into the lines of the mountain ranges.

It
was enough to made him smile.

It
was a very different scene from Coruscant for sure and he patted
Cody’s arm a bit before he let go and made his way over to the edge
of the platform, peeking around at the flora around, enjoying both
the wild and the planned sight around him.

‘It’s
so nice here.’ Obi-Wan closed his eyes with a pleased sigh, only to
stumble when the Force suddenly gave a sharp cry.

He
heard Cody call his name and Qui-Gon drop the backpack with a sound
of his lightsaber lighting up and then he knew nothing more.

()()()

Wheezing
a bit, Cody struggled to open his gritty eyes as his
head throbbed with a ludicrous amount of pain and something wet
trailed from his ears to his neck as
he breathed in musty air
and… fuel?

Was
there fuel in the air, why was he drawing musty and fuel coated
air?

Fighting,
Cody managed to open his eyes and he let out a small noise as
all he saw was darkness.

Shifting
about, Cody cursed as he felt dirt and metal pieces fall off him, his
brain catching up to events because the landing platform had
exploded.
It had suddenly gone up, the ship had exploded, Jinn had been holding
his saber and Obi-Wan…

‘Obi-Wan!’
That thought finally had Cody drawing himself out of the literal hole
he was in, growling as he made to dig himself out, despite the pain
in his chest and shoulders.

Obi-Wan
had been at the edge of the landing pad, had been looking at
everything with a smile on his face before everything went to osik.

‘I
need to find him, I need to find General Jinn and the Queen and my
vode… hold on!’ He growled, hands hurting as he continued to dig
while wishing he had been wearing his helmet. “Hold on Obi-Wan, I’m
coming.” He promised, ignoring the fact that he couldn’t hear his
own voice.