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“Why do you have fangs if you’re human.” “The Force gave them to me.” “Oh… can I have fangs too?” I really just want Ani loving and playing with Obi’s fangs in Feral Child. Btw, do Obi ever learn to cook meat with Force lightening or did his body adapt to raw meat?

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“Why
do you have fangs if you’re human.” Looking
up at the question, Qui-Gon mutely observed the new addition to their
family line with lidded blue eyes, taking in the softness of
Obi-Wan’s so usually sharp eyes and the way he was smiling instead
of smirking as young Anakin poked and prodded at the sharp canines
Obi-Wan had grown.

He
wasn’t sure what he had expected when Obi-Wan had shown up at their
ship with a boy on his hip, the style of dress clearly indicating
that the boy was at the very least from a lesser family or at worst,
a slave.

It
made Qui-Gon wonder if Obi-Wan of all beings had bought himself a
slave, he just couldn’t see that fit with Obi-Wan’s desire for
freedom, it went against every instinct his feral boy had.

“The
Force gave them to me,” Obi-Wan
chuckled lightly, opening his mouth far enough to show off both his
over and under canines. “I use them to chew up meat and eat, and
occasionally to defend myself when I get attacked.” He winked
playfully
at the boy, reminding
Qui-Gon so long ago about the boy he taught to cook meat with Force
lightening.

“Oh…
can I have fangs too?” Anakin
questioned, squirming on Obi-Wan’s lap as he watched him with wide
eyes, the
excitement of a child clear to everyone.

‘And
he says I collect strays?’ Qui-Gon thought in amusement to himself,
sitting back as the pilot finally gave sound that they were taking
off.

Tucking
his robe around Anakin, Obi-Wan let a considering noise. “Well
maybe, it could happen but maybe not. We will see how your future
shapes and if you’re with me for that long.” He said in a
thoughtful tone.

That
drained Anakin’s excitement and he hid in Obi-Wan’s chest now,
Obi-Wan rubbing his back in slow, uneaven circles as he raised his
eyes to meet Qui-Gon’s.

He
raised his brow questioningly.

‘I
couldn’t find Anakin’s mother, that was what I was doing before I
arrived. She had been sold off planet.’
Obi-Wan whispered through their bond and Qui-Gon nodded in
understanding.

He
wasn’t about to ask why
the other had picked up the child.

He
could feel the power without even looking in the Force, being in tune
with the living Force made it easy for him to see it.

And
the lack of a mother made a lot more sense now and confirmed to
Qui-Gon that Anakin had indeed been a slave.  

‘You
killed his master then?’
He sent back as
the ship started to shake as they entered the atmosphere,
muffling his chuckles when Obi-Wan gave one of his feral smirks
before settling his cheek on Anakin’s hair. ‘Good,
we’ll have the explosives in him removed at the temple then. You
can’t take him on just yet so leave him to the creche when we get
home, you will not take an apprentice until you gain your title of
Darth.’
Qui-Gon stated sternly.

For
the first time in a long while, Obi-Wan leveled a long
challenging look at Qui-Gon.

For
this boy, Obi-Wan would be willing to fight Qui-Gon clearly.

After
a minute that felt like a lifetime, Obi-Wan finally gave a small nod
and settled his cheek on the others head again, murmuring a soft,
reassuring murmur when Anakin shivered, the coldness of space closing
in on them as they finally breached the atmosphere, the
ship falling at ease.

Mentally,
Qui-Gon breathed out in relief as
he discreetly pressed back into his lounge seat.

Because
he was actually not certain he could fight his apprentice anymore.

It
wasn’t just a question of skill anymore, Obi-Wan was getting very
close to him in skill yes, but Qui-Gon… didn’t want to win.

This
was his pride, his joy, his legacy without question.

He
didn’t want to win over Obi-Wan anymore, though he did not make
winning easy for his boy.

No,
he wanted Obi-Wan to win and earn his title of Darth.

Watching
the others for a moment, Qui-Gon let out a hum and then stood, making
his way over and
settling down on the bench beside them.

He
raised his hand and ran it slowly over Obi-Wan’s head, smiling
fondly when Obi-Wan let out a low purring noise of happiness and he
smiled even more broadly when Anakin peeked shyly at him from
Obi-Wan’s chest, giving him a small smile.

‘This
was is my lineage, powerful and strong, feral and protective, I can’t
wait to see what you will become young Anakin.’ He chuckled softly,
giving Anakin a small wink as he raised his other hand to give his
cheek a little stroke.

The
future were in their hands, now they just had to find young Anakin’s
mother.

What’s that? You haven’t gotten a prompt for stupidsexyobi yet? Allow me to provide. Can we see Obi-Wan’s conversation with either Padmé or Cody? I kinda think they’re both going to be hilarious train wrecks and I can’t wait. I also lowkey want Obi-Wan to ask Padme what Anakin said to her, because he did specifically did mention to Obi-Wan that she’d had to snap at him for being objectifying, and I think Obi should know the stuff he said and what his mindset was going into this before he decides

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Settling
in, Obi-Wan waited for the call to connect with a small smile on his
lips, smile widening when the other finally picked up the call.

“Obi-Wan!”
She greeted him with warmth, smiling happily.

“Padme,
it’s nice to see you though I imagine you know what I’m calling.”
Obi-Wan decided in this matter it was time for bluntness. Not that he
suspected Anakin of duplicity but he could sometimes be a bit…
well, idiotic and maybe misread a situation.

Padme
sighed, pulling a pin out of her hair. “Ah yes, Anakin and his
dick.” The two exchanged amused glances.

Relaxing,
Obi-Wan nodded. “It’s all above board then?” He questioned.

Humming,
Padme nodded. “If it’s fine with you, yes. I’ve always been
aware that he loved you. The fact that he could actually drag his act
enough together to ask you however is a surprise.” She tapped her
bottom lip thoughtfully.

Leaning
forward, Obi-Wan let out a small chuckle as he caught her attention.
“He did mention something about you becoming unhappy with him after
you gave permission…” He pried carefully.

“Oh
that,” Padme rolled her eyes a bit and shook her head, flashing
Obi-Wan a brief smile. “It wasn’t horrible, it was just Anakin
thinking with his dick.” She sighed.

When
Obi-Wan raised his brows questioningly, Padme elaborated.

“He
was speaking about all the things he could do to you, all the things
he could do and so on and forth and while Anakin means it in the best
way, he was being stupid in how he phrased himself,” Padme
explained, brushing her skirts out as Obi-Wan raised his brows. “A
bit of self gratification is good to have on ones mind but he
shouldn’t only think in the way of what he
wants. He’s a generous lover normally, I think he was just being
overly excited at the prospect.” She sighed and shook her head
again.

Tapping
his lip, Obi-Wan let out a small hum. “You know, that does sound
like Anakin. Excited like a child in a candy shop to the point of
forgetting consequences and then vomiting everywhere from too much candy.” He mused thoughtfully.

Difference
between candy and him though is that candy doesn’t have emotions
you can damage.

Padme snorted. “Exactly
but honestly Obi-Wan, if you go through with this, you should know
that Anakin really is a thoughtful and generous lover. He has always
asked if there is something I do not want to and stopped if I was
uncomfortable or just didn’t feel like it.” Padme murmured
softly, picking up her cup to take a sip.

Rubbing
his chin, Obi-Wan hummed in understanding, that went mostly along the
lines of what Anakin had said too which also contributed to Anakin
having read the situation properly. Well, that left speaking with
Cody.

“I
do hope you’ve been enjoying yourself with your men though, it
seemed so from what Anakin was indicating.” Padme suddenly broke
through his thoughts and Obi-Wan let out a small noise, coughing a
bit as he turned red.

Yes,
that was something he would have to deal with, especially before
Ahsoka or another Jedi joined them. “Yes, the troopers have been…
very accommodating to me.” Obi-Wan finally got out, voice a bit
thick.

A
vixen smile lurked on Padme’s lips but she didn’t make a fuss
about it as some might have.

After
all, Obi-Wan was
fucking with his men, people he were in charge of, anyone else would
have wondered about chain of command and if it was willing on the
part of the troopers.

A
warm line traveled up Obi-Wan’s spine at that thought and he
shifted slightly while licking his lips.

Well,
now he wanted to shut this conversation down and go have a bit of…
training, but that wouldn’t be polite.

So
instead he engaged in small talk with Padme, who was sporting a
knowing look as Obi-Wan shifted in his chair.

Oh,
he would get his revenge at some point, she was dragging the
conversation out!

‘And
Cody has been checking on me five times since the conversation
started!’ Obi-Wan glanced at the tent flap and then returned his
eyes to politely answer Padme about the latest Senate editorials.

Sometimes
it really sucked to be the one in charge and having manners when Cody
was just right
there.

Hi Moddy. I love your work and I was wondering. I’m just now discovering I’m Asexual; and what it entails. I’ve been dumped a LOT for being ‘a prude’ and I want some romance. Can you make an asexual Obi-wan who;s scared to date; but finds someone who figures out he’s Asexual and explains it to him and loves him anyway? You can decide who you want to be his love interest. thanks for taking all of ‘our’ prompts.

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As
a teen, he had never really been interested in the topic of sex like
the others of his year.

When
Quinlan and Garen started talking about their dicks or Bant
blushed
and said she found someone sexually appealing, Obi-Wan had just
awkwardly shifted and changed the subject while the rest of his
friends or year mates talked about sex or snogging.

That
wasn’t to
say he was totally uninterested in having someone close.

But
he wanted soft kisses, hugs, gentle hair pettings.

And
after years of listening to the others and their wants, Obi-Wan
stared to wonder if there was something wrong with him or if he was
broken as he tried to engage in the same things they did.

But…
that just didn’t work.

Even
Reeft, his sensible and sometimes standoffish friend, had more sex
than Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan
just… couldn’t.

Each
time he tried, he came away without an orgasm and eventually he just
stopped trying with others because when it was just his hand he could
get a good orgasm going.

And
it garnered him a reputation too.

Some
of his fellow padawan’s whispered about ‘impotency’ while
others just whispered about him being a prude and
not being willing to ‘lower’ himself to their level.

But
that wasn’t true!

He
just… couldn’t.

For
a while he had honestly wondered if he was broken and with shame he
had gone to the healers to ask if there was something wrong with him
but physically, there was nothing wrong the healer, with a small and
sympathetic smile, had confirmed for him.

And
he could reach an orgasm.

As
long as it was just him and his hand, he could actually manage it
quite fine and the orgasm could feel rather nice he would admit but
he didn’t think much over it really, didn’t need it as much as
some of the padawan’s gossiped about their own needs.

So
maybe something was just… different with him?

Finally
Obi-Wan just decided he didn’t need a relationship or even casual
sex as he instead focused on being the best padawan he was until he
was knighted, drifting away from his master, heart sore and trust
broken as he was repudiated up in the council chamber.

But
at least they were both still alive and Obi-Wan was now a knight…

But
he felt adrift for years even as his skills grew and he put on the
mask of confidence until he returned years later.

Somehow…

He
had caught Qui-Gon’s eyes again, they had cautiously begun speaking
again but this time as equals.

It
developed from there, grew deeper as Obi-Wan’s relationship with a
now sixteen year old Anakin became friendly too, the two developing
that padawan brotherhood Obi-Wan himself had lacked because of
Xanatos and his fall.

But
with the deepening of his and Qui-Gon’s relationship came the
subject of how Obi-Wan was… different.

And
when the older Jedi invited him for dinner, Anakin out with his
friends, Obi-Wan saw his chance after dinner, sitting on the couch
with a glass of wine, to confess.

Nervously
fiddling with the glass, he spoke haltingly, not wanting to look the
other in the eye as he told him how he was broken and Qui-Gon let him
speak until Obi-Wan was done and silence filled the air afterward.

And
then
Qui-Gon
let out a breathy little laugh that had Obi-Wan flinching, but before
he could give any more of a reaction, Qui-Gon cupped his cheek.
“Obi-Wan, that’s not being prudish or broken my dear one,” He
whispered tenderly, tilting Obi-Wan’s face to meet his eyes.
Qui-Gon was smiling softly, his blue eyes soft and warm still despite
it all. “Obi-Wan, you’re just asexual.” He shifted closer.

Blinking
at the other, Obi-Wan opened his mouth before closing it again,
struggling to find words. “Asexual?”
He finally got out, blindly
setting his mostly full wine glass aside on the caff table.

The
word sounded vaguely
familiar he would admit but he wasn’t sure…

Maybe
he had heard it in the halls or somewhere out in the galaxy?

But
he certainly did not know the meaning.

But
at least Qui-Gon wasn’t pulling away in disgust, quite the contrary
actually, he
was still looking at Obi-Wan with burgeoning love in his eyes and
tender affection as he stroked Obi-Wan’s cheek slowly with his warm
and gentle hand.

“Asexuality
is basically a lack of sexual attraction Obi-Wan and… several
people have it dear starlight.” Qui-Gon explained quietly, leaning
in to nuzzle their noses together before his smile turned a tad sad.
“I imagine not a lot of people have understood that…” He
whispered mournfully, his own glass set aside.

Breathing
out, Obi-Wan stared at Qui-Gon before shuddering and shaking his
head.

Qui-Gon
wasn’t disgusted with him, he didn’t even seem to care, explained
to Obi-Wan instead… and was still holding him with tender hands and
looking at him with that affection that was still growing between
them.

He
wasn’t rejecting Obi-Wan or sending him away.

No,
instead he was gathering Obi-Wan into his arms and hugged him
tightly, nuzzling at his temple. “Oh Obi-Wan, it’s alright. We’ll
figure out things at our own pace… we’ll manage this together.”
He rumbled, warm and loving.

Burying
his face into the folds of sapir and musky tunic fabric,
Obi-Wan let out a breathy laugh into Qui-Gon’s chest, disbelieving
and feeling lighter than air. ‘Yes, yes we will. Together.’ He
agreed while hugging the other in return, finally believing that must maybe, maybe he wasn’t broken.

SOOoo, How about a continuation of the Insight prompt?! Like, maybe while Anakin is waiting for Obi-Wan to come back, he just happens to glance in the mirror and see his inhuman appearance and just freaks out? Like this is just way too much, and he unitentially send his panic to Obi-Wan, who rushes in several minutes later, looking very confused and utterly worried. ((BTW you are a GIFT. THANK YOU for you amazing fics!))

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The
thing about his padawan is that power crackles at his fingertips,
even when he is not paying attention and especially when he is
emotional.

And
as Jedi, as beings trained in the Force, it is hard for them not to
notice when Anakin’s entire body practically vibrates with that
crackle of power that is just so much for his body.

Obi-Wan
isn’t oblivious to the judging gazes but he wants to shout at them
at the same time, wonders if they really think they can do so much
better.

Certainly
Master Voola shouldn’t be looking down her nose at him, her student
can barely control his own meager Force ability, let alone even
meditate on it.

It’s
petty of Obi-Wan to think that way but honestly, he is dealing with
someone stronger than even Yoda that supposedly has a prophecy
attached to him. And if he’s honest, Obi-Wan can’t help but
believe.

Not
because Qui-Gon died for it, but because there is something in
Anakin, something in his powers, that sets him apart somehow and not
for the first time Obi-Wan wishes they could have found Anakin when
he was younger.

Not
because he wants to rip him from his mother but because it’s so
much easier to teach when one is younger.

It’s
easier to learn, meditation and control becomes a part of you so easy
when you’re young and soak up knowledge from not only your teachers
but also the children around you. Obi-Wan remembered competing with
Bant and Reeft and Garen to see who could do the best on test scores,
he remembered getting into wagers with Quinlan about making things
float the longest, the control needed for it.

Anakin
didn’t have that, not really.

He
had made a few friends at the temple but at the same time…

He
also lost friends, Darra Thel-Tanis had been a hard blow to him, just
as Siri had been a hard blow to Obi-Wan but Obi-Wan had grown up with
the knowledge that he would lose
other Jedi, his friends, his family.

Anakin…
had not and it made him more cautious, made him seek out those who
were not Jedi.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t blind to that.

He
saw how often the blond went to Dex or even the Rotunda, as
uncomfortable as that was to Obi-Wan.

But
that doesn’t mean Obi-Wan is oblivious and the moment he steps into
their shared quarters, he knows something is up as he gives Anakin a
puzzled look as the teen, almost a man soon, is staring at the
ceiling with wide eyes and his hands laced together over his stomach.
“Anakin?” He murmured, hanging up his robe.

His
padawan twitched a bit, opened his mouth, closed it then slowly
raised his head enough to look at Obi-Wan.

Something
aching to relief laced Anakin’s entire expression and he flopped
his head back onto the couch back while breathing out. “Hey master.
Welcome back, I made some Tatooine bean stew, I even made some fluffy
flatbread.” Anakin murmured, his tone odd and unrecognizable even
to Obi-Wan, who had been at the others side for the last eight years.

Hitching
a brow, Obi-Wan let out a thoughtful hum. “That’s very kind of
you Anakin. You don’t really like baking.” He noted as he made
his way over, peering down at Anakin as he continued to keep his head
tilted up to the ceiling.

“Got
some energy going,” Anakin answered, tone now airy. “Needed
something to do pretty much and decided I’d do something worthwhile
that would benefit us both.” He answered.

Waiting
a few seconds, observing his padawan, Obi-Wan slumped a bit when it
didn’t seem that Anakin would be telling him what was up.

‘To
be fair, as close as he is to be an adult, he is still a teenager, it
could be something relating to that.’ A wry tone pointed out and
Obi-Wan let a smile cross his face before he reached out and tugged
gently on the others thin braid. “Thank you Anakin, I’m ravenous,
so I’m very grateful I won’t have to go find food or make it.”
He stated fondly, getting a small smile from the other before he made
his way to the kitchen.

Anakin
watched him go for a moment before turning his head enough to look at
himself in the mirror image of the window surface, the black and neon
shine of Coruscant outside. A muscle in Anakin’s jaw jumped as he
stared at his own reflection and then he went back to staring at the
ceiling, taking several deeply calming breaths as Obi-Wan heated the
bean stew with a delighted and hungry hum.

The
room filled with the man’s chatter and the warm smell of the
Tatooine dish spices, Obi-Wan sharing about his day out while Anakin
for the most part listened, making appropriate comments or noises
when required even as he kept his eyes pointed at the ceiling.

If
Obi-Wan had looked at him, he would have noticed Anakin shuddering
before gingerly reaching up to touch his own face occasionally.

All
the while, Anakin avoided looking towards anything that could reflect
his own face back to him or
his own hands.

That last chapter of Unsafe Galaxy was absolutely gorgeous. I’m dying for more. Can we get more on Obi-Wan and Cody’s relationship and how it’s received? I can’t imagine that Anakin wouldn’t want to talk to Obi-Wan to make sure he’s not being put in an uncomfortable position. And Ahsoka is a nosy little thing in this series. I’ll bet she wants to hear the gossip from Obi-Wan himself.

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Taking
a slow sip of his perfectly tempered tea, Obi-Wan studied the other
two Jedi over the rim of his tea, taking in Anakin’s red rimmed,
tired eyes and Ahsoka’s bouncing leg that she was trying to get
under control.

The
former he would guess had something to do with Anakin’s little
breakdown and realization, but he wasn’t about to push him on that for answers.
Anakin would answer him when he was comfortable, he had promised
after all and right now they were all gathered in Obi-Wan’s tent
for lunch together in a little bit of downtime.

Ahsoka
however…

Now
there Obi-Wan couldn’t even begin guessing, though he imagined it
had something to do with the little glance Anakin kept shooting her,
eyes narrowed in a slightly
scolding way.

Finally
however, as Obi-Wan lowered his cup, Anakin seemed to consider they
had eaten enough for him to talk. “Are you happy?”
He blurted out.

Blinking
heavily, setting his cup down with a quiet click on the rickety table
they were using, Obi-Wan let out a hum. “I’m sorry, but I think
I’m missing context here. Happy about what?” He smiled
inquiringly.

“Commander
Cody.” Ahsoka quickly jumped it, pouting a bit when Anakin shot her
a quick, censoring look.

Then
he just sighed and nodded. “Yeah, Commander Cody, are you happy
with him? Safe?” Anakin stated quietly, fiddling with his fork,
glancing between his half eaten food and Obi-Wan.

Frowning
slowly, Obi-Wan tapped the table with his free fingers not holding
his fork. “Anakin…” He stared slowly and then hesitated.

“Look,
I’m not ragging on Cody,” Anakin raised his hands, Ahoska looking
startled and then starting to look faintly uncomfortable, not having
considered all the way that question might be a tiny bit offending
towards Cody. “He’s a trooper and one of the best men in the
galaxy, all the troopers tend to be but… I worry about you.”
Anakin slumped a bit, peering at him from under his bangs.

Softening
a bit, Obi-Wan smiled at him. “Anakin, I’ve never meet someone
interested in me that’s been as respectful of my boundaries and
personal space as Cody has been,” He
took a deep breath, sighing slightly as he glanced down into the cup
and then reaching for the tea pot, refilling as he felt both Ahsoka
and Anakin watch him. “He asks if things are alright, asks if the
touch he offers is acceptable, pulls back if I seem uncertain and
waits for permission. He doesn’t force his company on me or push,”
He glanced up, meeting Anakin’s eyes squarely. “I’ve never had
that before. Not like this.” Obi-Wan settled on quietly.

Swallowing,
Anakin stared at him before nodding. “I see. I’m glad Obi-Wan. I
just wanted to know that you were safe and comfortable.” He stated
quietly, his voice small but a smile starting to curl on his lips.

Chuckling
softly, Obi-Wan picked his now refilled cup and blew on it under two
blue gazes. “Well, he makes me smile and roll my eyes and tells me
silly jokes if he thinks I’m in a lower mood when we’re alone, so
I think I’m pretty safe and comfortable.” He chuckled before
perking up, peering at them. “Actually, what do you call a bear
without teeth?” Obi-Wan beamed excitedly at them.

Exchanging
confused looks, Ahsoka and Anakin stared at each other before turning
back to Obi-Wan and shaking their heads.

“A
gummi bear!” He beamed at them.

For
a second both stared at him before Ahsoka started to giggle loudly
and Anakin groaned, dropping his face in his hands, the fork
clattering to the table. “Oh Force, nooooo, puuuuns. Please tell me
Cody didn’t tell you that one?” He whined as he peeked through
his fingers at his former master, groaning louder when Obi-Wan only
beamed wider.

Ahsoka
was still wiggling delightedly in her seat while laughing, the
atmosphere warm and happy for once despite everything going on and
the under currant of war in everything.

Century Love, can we see Obi-Wan remembering how Ben and Anakin first met?

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(I misread it as Qui-Gon remembering how Ben and he meet *facepalms* so you get that intead but really logic from here is that Qui-Gon introduces them)

Gently
stroking the golden copperish toned hair of his reincarnated beloved
head
resting on his chest,
Qui-Gon couldn’t help but compare it to Ben’s own burnish red
color with a small smile on his face. He frankly didn’t favor
either or but he did love that the other was a redhead and leaning
in, he pressed a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple.

The
other just gave a sleepy mumble, still weak from his rather brutal
turning despite
it being a week since now.

When
Qui-Gon had allowed himself the fantasy
of turning the other, it hadn’t been on a battlefield if
he was being honest,
he had hoped…

Well,
he had hoped to be at home on Nosfer in his own manor, introducing
him to family and then retreating to what
would be
their bedroom.

He
had imagined having his bedside table full of blood packs, a single
use
disinfection cloth and a large bottle of water.

The
soft and silken sheets of his bed and the quiet of the manor.

But
he’d take what he was given frankly and Obi-Wan had given his
permission for him to be turned on the battlefield, his injury being
fatal after all.

It
made him think of Ben, of how he had encountered the redhead the
first time so many centuries ago at a night market, the human having
accidentally crashed into Qui-Gon’s chest and sending his basket of
groceries all over.

Ben
had been…

Qui-Gon
paused then swallowed thickly.

He
was old, his memories were fading, even of Ben and their first
meeting.

But
he remembered Ben’s soft smile, the sparkle of his green eyes as he
was
on his knees on the ground, picking up his food with Qui-Gon quickly
kneeling down to help.

‘I’m
forgetting you Ben… but maybe that is for the best?’ Qui-Gon
tightened his hold on Obi-Wan, still grateful that the medics had
allowed him to remain in the medtent with his now turned mate. He
hadn’t even needed to spin some kind of bullshit excuse, the two
medics had only exchanged a long look before pushing one of the
medical bunks closer to Obi-Wan’s and connecting them.

A
makeshift double bed for a very tall vampire and his newly turned
fledgling mate.

It
was his smile though.

Qui-Gon
remembered that much about Ben still and that wasn’t an idolized
memory that he clung to so he could warm his dead heart all those
long years, it had been Ben’s warm and soft smile that had drawn
him to him in the beginning.

The
way the others eyes had crinkled and he had smiled with his entire
face while meeting Qui-Gon’s eyes without any fear despite knowing
exactly who he was.

The
same smile he sometimes got to see hints of from Obi-Wan when he
wasn’t too knackered down by the war, when Anakin or his men
managed to make him laugh or he ever so shyly responded to Qui-Gon’s
advances.

That
smile was something he’d never forget and Obi-Wan had been reborn
with that.

The
soul brother of Anakin and Qui-Gon’s beloved mate.

‘Forever
mine, no one is taking you away from me now… I’ll drain them
first.’ Qui-Gon thought, his fangs itching a bit before he settled
and nuzzled gently at Obi-Wan once more, amused despite himself how
deep the other was sleeping.

Fledglings
really did sleep like the dead, he had forgotten how sleepy the
others had been in the beginning of their turnings and all of them
had been in ideal conditions.

Pressing
a tender kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple, Qui-Gon decided that a few more
hours of sleep wouldn’t harm him as he settled down. “Sleep well
beloved and dream of the best things.” He whispered quietly,
settling with his arms around his Jedi for just a few more minutes of
sleep, the distant sounds of the creaking mushroom forest and animals
filling the night.

So for the Jedi Cat Verse: Can we please have Cody and 212th’s reaction to General Trolli-Wan Kenobi (sorry the name is stuck in my head) (and Captain Rex’s reaction too). Maybe Cody now regrets everything ’cause his General should NOT look THAT good in a collar.

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The
first clue should have been the utter silence of the bridge from the
moment his General entered along with Skywalker, but for some reason
Cody didn’t really take notice of it as he continued going over the
supply list was honestly more important than any potential mockery
his vode were up to and the General would get to him in due time.

The
second clue should have been Skywalker’s sudden request to join the
Negotiator instead of the Resolute, leaving the Commander and Rex in
charge until they reached the Notta telescope station.

‘And
talk about the devil.’ Cody smiled down at the pad as he heard the
final click of a boot and a soft clearing of a throat.

“General,
I am happy to have you back, we’re going t-” Cody finally looked
up from his pad only to let out a small scream while clutching his
pad to his chest, eyes wide as he stared at the man.

Skywalker,
that karking
laserhead, started cackling evillyand
had obviously just come along for the show, wearing
his usual outfit of black and gray
but
Obi-Wan however…

Obi-Wan
was smiling softly in amusement, wearing
his beige, white and brown outfit as usual,
however
a purple collar was
wrapped
around his throat with a bell that was at the moment tied to it with
a small string to
prevent jingling. “Yes, hello Cody, I’m happy to see you too
Commander.” He greeted cheerfully, his eyes crinkling in amusement,
the
Jedi stroking his chin thoughtfully and doing nothing to really hide
the collar away, the purple of it quite eye catching.

Trying
to pick up his jaw from
his shock,
Cody couldn’t do anything but stare as his traitor vode giggled and
snorted around the bridge while trying to hide it with coughs.

“Oh,
the collar?” Obi-Wan continued with a smile on his face, tapping at
the collar before tugging on the little thread that held the bell to
it, thereby releasing it. “Apparently some of the ones watching the
UsTube series decided to grant you your wish by sending in a collar
for me… quite comfortable too I have to admit.” He stated with
cheer before taking a step past Cody and patting him on the shoulder.

Then
he continued past towards Blackout and Crys, speaking with them about
getting the Negotiator out of the system with cheer in his voice, the
bell chiming softly as he moved forward to the two assigned pilots.

Skywalker
was just standing there in front of Cody though, grinning like an
utter loon with his hands on his hips. “Yeah, someone granted your
wish huh Commander?” He snorted at him before walking by with a
tiny snigger.

Oh
if Cody had ever had the desire to punch a superior officer, it was
in that moment as he swallowed thickly and turned to stare at his
General, the purple of the collar quite visible among the beige, pale
skin and red hair.

And
in that he meant he wanted to punch Skywalker, because that brat, who
cared said brat was older than him, was clearly teasing and mocking
him with that grin and smirk on his face and the quiet little giggles
he didn’t even try to disguise with a cough like his own men were.

‘…Or
I go to his bunk, the guest bunk and spread the itching powder I
confiscated from Ghost in it before he gets there.’ Cody continued
to stare at his General’s back even as the side of his lip gave a
slight twitch.

Oh
yes that sounded like an absolutely wonderful idea.

It
wasn’t malicious after all, it was just… retribution for this
mockery of his.

And
so the Force wouldn’t warn him not to lay down in the bunk, it
wasn’t malicious at all, just justice after all!

He
would do just that.

…Just
as soon as he could tear his eyes away from his General.

Not
that Obi-Wan was making it any easier when he would turn a bit and
give Cody that sunny smile while tilting his head, the harsh light of
the Negotiator somehow making Obi-Wan’s stupidly fluffy hair look
shiny and nice.

‘…Right,
spread it in Waxer and Boil’s beds too.’ He noted to himself as
he heard the two laugh behind him as Cody continued to hug the pad
against his chest as the Negotiator entered hyperspace right after
the Resolute.

Vaderintime: oh fuck me, what’s going on there? I mean what did Anakin DO? And didn’t the japor amulet help?

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Feeling
a hand on his cheek as he woke, Obi-Wan smiled sleepily.

Because
he knew that hand, the thumb that was gently stroking his cheek and
the fingers gently curved around his jaw to the point where he could
feel them brush his healing earlobe.

Anakin.

That
was Anakin’s warm hand, gentle and affectionate on his cheek. Which
meant that the other had managed to meet up with Yan while they were
still in space and came for Obi-Wan.

Opening
his eyes, Obi-Wan let out a soft noise as he tried to focus on his
lover while pushing into the hand on
his face.
“Ani.” He greeted quietly, pushing
the thin medical blanket down his chest.

“Force,
it’s so good to see you Obi-Wan.” Anakin mumbled, leaning down
and pressing a kiss to his forehead with chapped lips.

He
was still weak from the mental attack, so he could be forgiven for
taking a few minutes before Obi-Wan saw the abbreviation,
after all, Anakin looked the same as always in all other ways.
Dressed in black, his blond curls around his face, a faint smile on
his lips mixed with worry and fondness and he medbay of Yan’s ship
was dimmed to give Obi-Wan a restful atmosphere along with the soft
scent of vanilla incense that Yan had lit for the purpose of making
it smell less sterile.

But
finally he saw it.

Anakin’s
left
eye was a Sith yellow.

Staring
at the other, Obi-Wan raised a weak hand to cup Anakin’s cheek.
“Your eye…” Obi-Wan whispered in shock, worry
churning in his stomach as he took in the blue and the yellow eye.

Anakin
closed his eyes, leaning into the hand as he let out a deep breath.
“Yeah…
side effect.” He murmured, his tone bland.

Well
that had Obi-Wan frowning as he stared at his former padawan, his
beloved time traveler.
“Dear one?” He prompted, stroking his fingers gently over the sun
kissed skin of his cheek.

Anakin
sat mutely on
the bedside,
pressing into his hand for several minutes, seemingly gathering words
before he sighed again and opened his eyes to stare at Obi-Wan. “When
Sidious attacked you through the Force, I attacked back. I defended
you but I also went after him in turn for daring to touch you.” He
explained carefully, frowning faintly as he watched Obi-Wan closely.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan stared at the other before frowning again too. “You dipped
into both sides of the Force at once, didn’t you?” Obi-Wan wasn’t
sure what to feel about that, especially as Anakin confirmed it with a nod.

“Everything
bad
in our lives was because of him, both now and before,” Anakin’s face was blank as he
stared at Obi-Wan. “He hurt us all, you, me, Padme, the troopers,
the orders and who knows how many others, just to get what he
wanted.” Anakin swallowed, the only tell of his nerves as Obi-Wan
continued to stare at him. “I don’t regret what I did.” He
finally whispered in defiance as
he lifted a hand to cover Obi-Wan’s on his cheek.

Pausing
at that, Obi-Wan considered just how many people Sidious had indeed
hurt before smiling softly up at Anakin, nodding a bit with
understanding that had the other relaxing finally. “I see. So, you
went after him with the power of the Force and a mix of revenge and
justice huh?” Anakin nodded. “But what exactly did you do?” He
blinked, staring at the eye that was now part of Anakin.

Humming,
Anakin caressed the back of Obi-Wan’s hand. “Basically? I
followed the link he had made from you to him and gave him a backlash
of his own power and mine, giving him a brain aneurysm while
destroying his cloned bodies that he has to transfer his soul
into when his physical body got destroyed, I think the latter is part
of why this happened.” Anakin raised his hand off Obi-Wan’s cheek
to tap under his left eye.

Frowning
in confusion, Obi-Wan tilted his head.

“Well,
it’s dark right? Those bodies were clones the same way the New
Mando, the clones from Kamino of Jango Fett, are clones of Sheev Palpatine. If they had come out
without Palpatine’s soul in them, they could have been… anyone.
So because I sacrificed them to make sure Sidious wouldn’t be able
to remain, the backlash, along with Sidious darkness, gave me my eye
despite me straddling the middle of the Force in balance with the way
I used both sides” Anakin sighed heavily at that.

Softening
while pulling his hand away, Obi-Wan pushed himself up on shaking
arms, wrapping the other in a tight hug. “Oh Ani, my soft, caring
time traveler.” He whispered into the others hair, feeling him duck
down and rest against Obi-Wan’s collar.

“Can’t
save everyone,” Anakin mumbled, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan to
hold on. “I know that but I saved what was most important. I saved
you.” He huffed before pressing a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s throat.

Flushing
a bit, Obi-Wan ran his fingers through Anakin’s hair, the two
savoring each others company.

“…Did
the japor do anything
to keep Palpatine out of your mind?” Anakin suddenly asked, voice
muffled against Obi-Wan’s collarbone.

Humming,
thinking back despite the phantom pain that gave his brain, Obi-Wan
considered the question before shrugging. “I think it gave me a
warning but outside of that, no. Palpatine overpowered the japor in
seconds before
crashing through my shields equally fast.” He breathed out heavily,
feeling Anakin lightly rub at the dip of his back with his thumbs.

“Figured
as much, it was never meant to be powerful like the earring, I made
it when I was still hiding most of myself from everyone and was only suppose to deter someone from attacking you.” Anakin
sighed heavily, both curled against each other as they gathered
comfort from each others bodies.

To
that Obi-Wan had nothing to say and instead just let out a soft hum,
his
arms loosely wrapped around Anakin’s body in return.
They didn’t need to say anything else really, only sunk into each
others Force aura and the warmth of each others bodies for comfort
and love, assuring themselves that things would finally, finally
be looking
up.

So in the feral child verse does Quigon still have a strong living force connection and if so does he become known for his deadly flora and fauna alongside his odd Sith spawn? Because all I can imagine is Quigon introducing Obiwan to his pet nexu and her kittens? With obiwan being immediately cuddled by the nexu and her kittens?

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Watching
his master as the man moved between his plants, watering
them with his small yellow watering can,
Obi-Wan nursed the cup of tea with antidote mixed in. He knew better
than to complain about the deadly planets since Qui-Gon had warned
him several times to keep his eyes on the plant if he was near the
balcony or the plant window.

But
frankly, despite being deeply connected to the living Force, he
really had too many plants, he couldn’t help but think as he sipped
slowly, a bit grumpy since he knew it would take a few days before he
was in good shape from being bitten
by the stupid raakna
plant, a smaller but venomous version of the reeksa vine from Iego.

‘Bity
little bastards, that’s
what they are, regardless how useful master finds them to be.’
He glared at the small vine, his eyes narrowing even more at the
lobed formed blades with spines and teeth.

There
was a chuckle, clearly Qui-Gon had caught the mental grumble. “I
told you not to get to close to it for a reason Obi-Wan.” He
scolded carefully, running his finger long the head of one of the
raakna’s, laughing more when it simply shivered in what could only
be pleasure.

“It’s
still an awful little thing master,” Obi-Wan huffed deeply, taking
another sip of the tea which had been laced with the antidote against
the poison. “It keeps biting everyone but you, despite
me trying to be nice to it.”
He pouted heavily.

Setting
down his watering can, Qui-Gon turned to him and smirked lightly.
“Well there is a reason I keep it after all. It’s quite a bit
like you, my dearest apprentice.” He teased, winking a bit.

Puffing
his cheeks up, Obi-Wan glared at his master now. “I am not.” He
grumbled loudly.

“Moody,”
Qui-Gon held up a finger. “Bity, angry, dangerous, small,” He
smirked widely as Obi-Wan gritted his teeth and squirmed on the
couch, raising a finger for each of his points as his apprentice
clearly resisted the urge to say crude things since he was too tired
and shaken from the poison in his system. “And the most important
thing of all, the apple of my eye.” Qui-Gon finished, dropping his
hand down.

And
promptly the wind were taken out of Obi-Wan’s sails as Qui-Gon
lightly slapped a creeping vine that was crawling up his shoulder,
the man making his way over to Obi-Wan to pull their blanket up
around his apprentice, tucking it around Obi-Wan’s trembling body.

“…You’re
proud of me?” Obi-Wan whispered, feeling meek and small, maybe in
response to the poison in his system wrecking havoc as he sat curled
up on the couch with his blankets around him.

Or
maybe to the emotions suddenly swelling in his chest as he stared at
the other.

Qui-Gon’s
eyes just softened just a tad, gently encouraging Obi-Wan to drink by
pushing at the cup with his hand. “I am. You’ve come so far from
the day you got me to take you on, you carry my mark on your shoulder
blade and I can already see the shape of the Sith you will become.
Some mistakes happen,” He passed his hand over the bandage covering
the small bite mark on his wrist. “But without mistakes, one does
not learn. If you do not make mistakes you can become cocky,
arrogant… and that can lead to worst mistake of all, do not let
your hubris be your fall my dear apprentice.” Qui-Gon cupped his
chin and pulled Obi-Wan a tiny bit forward, pressing a kiss to the
skin.

Swallowing
heavily, Obi-Wan stared at the man who threw him around the sparring
salle, the man who made him bleed and sweat and even cry.

The
same man who would wrap him up in a blanket or pull him into his body
to keep him warm during missions or trips they made. The same man who
had taught Obi-Wan how to use the amplifier
bracelet grandmaster Yan had given him.

The
same man who had sat at his bedside when Obi-Wan came down with
Ryloth pox and changed the gel pack on his head to keep him as
comfortable as possible.

Affection
and love weren’t the way of Sith, not really, though they did care
for each other and there were people who formed rather strong bonds,
but you always had to be careful lest someone stabbed you in the back
and therefore love was not part of their lives usually.

But
Qui-Gon…

Swallowing,
Obi-Wan gingerly set his cup on the couch arm before wrapping his
arms around his master’s neck, clinging to him.

Large,
muscled arms wrapped around him in return as Qui-Gon let out a quiet
chuckle. “My Feral little devil. You’ll storm the throne of the
devil one day and when you do… I’ll be right there to help you
take it.” Qui-Gon murmured in what Obi-Wan could only describe as
exasperated fondness.

Snuffling
a bit, Obi-Wan yelped a bit when the man stood only to quiet down
when Qui-Gon sat down on the couch with Obi-Wan suited on his lap now
as he took the cup and insistently pressed it to Obi-Wan’s lip.

Taking
the hint, Obi-Wan drank the antidote laced tea, watching his master
over the rim.

Obi-Wan
would like to say that this was how a father loved a son.

‘I
don’t think I mind that at all,’ He smiled around the rim as he
obediently drank the tea and then cuddled up against Qui-Gon’s
chest to leech the man’s heat heat since his own systems weren’t
working so well around the poison, Qui-Gon settling the pink and blue
cup on the table with a fond little huff as Obi-Wan closed his eyes.
‘No, I don’t think I mind at all.’

So…. … … Heated Teen… … … How did Obi’s first heat go? Was it awful? Weird? Not that bad? Is Qui-Gon waiting in the main room to fret over him and give him tea and feed him when it’s over?

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Wobbling
out on shaking limbs from
the fresher,
Obi-Wan squinted around before making his way over to the couch to
his waiting master.

Qui-Gon
simply raised his arm and let Obi-Wan choose tuck himself into his side, the
alpha pressing his fingers through the freshly showered hair when the omega was willing to be close as his
padawan made himself comfortable, tugging a blanket up around
himself.

“I’m
not about to ask how you feel,” Qui-Gon rumbled, holding him
against his large chest. “But I still want to know if you need
anything or if you’re hungry at all.” He tacked on carefully.

Hesitating,
measuring comfort against his desire for tea, Obi-Wan finally shook
his head.

“Alright
then,” Qui-Gon petted his hair still, his hand warm and slow. “Can
I ask about the analgesic patch on your neck then?” He murmured.

Grimacing
heavily, Obi-Wan sighed. “Migraine. It came on recently and I think
it’s a heat migraine.” He confessed quietly,
biting his lips as he felt his eyes water.

To
that Qui-Gon had nothing to say but instead pulled Obi-Wan closer to
his body, rubbing down his back and blast it, that was all that was
needed as Obi-Wan felt the waterworks finally go again, sobbing
quietly into his master’s chest at the residual hormones still
roaming his body and the emotions he had from presenting.

He
got a soft croon of worry in response and then he was pulled blankets
and all into Qui-Gon’s lap, the other Jedi wrapping him up in a
tight hug while rocking slowly. “Oh, I know Obi-Wan, this isn’t a
magical presentation like they pretend it’s like on tv and I bet
you feel awful but I’m still here, I’ll look out for you as best
I can.” Qui-Gon promised, his voice deep and rumbly, Obi-Wan
sniffling heavily.

“I
don’t wanna be an omega.” Obi-Wan confessed with a quiet sob. “I
feel utterly awful, my head hurts, I’m sore everywhere and it was
so gross, all wet and gross.” He whined deeply, feeling Qui-Gon
press his lips to Obi-Wan’s temple.

His
head pounded as he cried, that
wasn’t making his migraine any better really
but he couldn’t help it.

And
if he was honest, he was a tiny bit ashamed of how public his
presentation was, every person in his class had seen and smelled him,
knew that Obi-Wan had presented and they must have smelled the tiny
bit of slick he had given out at the time.

And
then there were the Jedi they had passed at the time, despite Qui-Gon
picking the less traveled routes of the temple to the quarters, they
had still encountered a good handful of them and they would all have
smelled him in some way if they weren’t a null and honestly there
weren’t that many nulls in the temple.

A
lot of them became pilots and therefore didn’t stay in the temple
that much, busy with their work for the temple or exploration corp.

Just
as before, Qui-Gon stayed with him through the tears, rubbing his
back and cuddling him into his chest as he held his omega padawan
tightly to him. “I know kiddo, it’s not gonna be easy. But I’m
right here.” He murmured quietly once more as Obi-Wan’s tears
tapered off.

His
head hurt even worse than before but he was calming down as he
listened to the others heart.

“We’ll
get you some suppressors, stack up with proper absorption pads, pack
emergency suppressors and an
emergency
delay injection,” He rumbled, warm and comforting to Obi-Wan. “And
a taser and an
omega collar.” Qui-Gon squeezed him again.

Nodding
tiredly into the others chest, it took Obi-Wan a few seconds before
he raised his eyes slowly, blinking at Qui-Gon. “Wha-” He blinked
and titled his head.

Smiling
wryly, Qui-Gon shrugged. “I need you to stay safe Obi-Wan, the
taser is going to be for your belt, you need to keep it on you at all
times… the collar,” He reached up and covered Obi-Wan’s neck on
the left side.

There
was a spot under there that made Obi-Wan wince when it was touched,
Qui-Gon’s usually so warm hand almost felt cold
compared to it and his eyes watered a bit a the sensation.

“Is
for this,” Qui-Gon murmured, his face turning serious. “That’s
your bonding gland and there are sleemos out there who would…” He
breathed out heavily.

Swallowing
at that, Obi-Wan nodded slowly.

“I’m
not giving them a chance to take advantage of you.” Qui-Gon
whispered, voice low and dangerous before gathering Obi-Wan back in
his arms in a tight hug

Tucking
himself into the others arms, Obi-Wan blinked with sore, crusted eyes
before letting out a soft, relieved noise.

Heat
was terrible and he didn’t think it was going to become any better,
especially since he seemed to get heat migraines if
this first presentation was any indication,
but… he had his master, who looked fiercely interested in not only
keeping Obi-Wan safe but also informed and comfortable, ensuring that
Obi-Wan had the choice.

The
choice to stay single, the choice to expose himself to the world, the
choice to bond… just his choice and no one else.

So
maybe… well, it could have been a lot worse. ‘He
has my back, he’s gonna keep me safe, make
sure I can protect myself…’
Obi-Wan swallowed, throat tight with emotions as he wrapped his arms
around Qui-Gon’s neck, content to just linger a tiny bit longer,
basking in his master’s care and the paternal alpha scent.