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I just realised that in FloralSkin, what if Rex has lines of flowers across his back? And he doesn’t know why, but Anakin was a slave, and we all know the Hutts don’t treat their slaves nicely. I’m sure there’s plenty of angst potential there if you’re so inclined

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Spending
years wondering about the flowers on his back, nothing could have
prepared him for the truth as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to
the scars crossing Anakin’s back, Rex hands trembling with
suppressed rage, helplessness
and sadness.

Anakin
just sat silent in front of him on the bunk, breathing slowly but Rex
could feel the tenseness of the Jedi’s muscles and could see the
way he was fisting his hands on his lap.

‘When
I asked about the flowers
on my back, this wasn’t what I had in mind.’ Rex thought sadly as
he pressed another reverent kiss to the whip marks on Anakin’s
back.

Anakin
had gone so quiet when Rex had asked and General Kenobi had paused
over the holo display before bowing even lower over it to give them
the illusion of privacy, as if he didn’t know what had made the
marks.

And
when his Jedi had taken Rex by the hand and lead him off to his tent,
to get the privacy to talk and show… well Rex once more hadn’t
expected these. But when Anakin had taken off his tunics, Rex had
recognized the marks, having seen them on those unfortunate people
they sometimes rescued from slavers.

The
whipping marks of someone who had spent time in the tender mercy of a
slaver.

And
Rex soulmate had five long whip marks on his back, pale pink among
all the light dark caramel skin the man sported from being from
Tatooine as he had told Rex once.

They
were clearly years old, had had time to heal and fade properly but
they also hadn’t been given bacta, because if they had, then the
scars wouldn’t exist in lashing down Anakin’s back, about an even
cm thick from his upper shoulders and down to the small of his back,
fading the further down it went.

‘Not
as deep the further down it went maybe…’ Rex wrapped his arms
around the half naked Jedi and pulled him back into his chest. “Oh
Anakin.” He whispered as he settled his hands on the others warm
stomach.

Swallowing
harshly but relaxing, Anakin leaned back into him with a small,
resigned huff. “I used to be a slave under Gardulla the hutt,” He
whispered back, quietly telling Rex about his life before the Jedi.

Before
Qui-Gon Jinn found him.

Gardulla
the hutt, being won by Wattoo, the podracing…

Rex
simply listened, holding Anakin too him while gently petting his
Jedi’s stomach in an affectionate touch, resting his chin on the
others shoulder as he took in the information and made the
appropriate worried noises here and there.

“And…
where is your mother now?” He finally asked at the end of the
story.

That
had Anakin shifting, giving Rex a small smile. “On
Naboo actually, she runs a small apothecary there,” He explained
much to Rex obvious surprise. “Obi-Wan went to Tatooine you see,”
He laughed quietly. “Freed her, though he won’t tell me how he
managed it, regardless how much I prompt him but anyhow, after
speaking with her, he took her to Naboo where Senator Amidala set her
up with a small place of her own until she was on her feet…” He
smiled fondly, looking down at Rex hands before raising his flesh
hand to cover Rex darker ones.

Snorting
a bit, Rex grinned. “So from a desert planet to somewhere a lot
greener huh? Do you… visit her?” He asked cautiously.

Pausing
at that, Anakin slowly shook his head. “No… I’d like to but…
Jedi life is hazardous and if someone found out she was related to
me… Naboo is a nice planet and they like Jedi. But not everyone
likes Jedi.” He shifted and swallowed. “I don’t want to put her
in danger.”

Squeezing
the other in sympathy, Rex let out a deep huff. “I see. Do you call
her?”

This
time Anakin nodded eagerly, smiling. “Twice a month at least. I try
to call her at least once a week but with us being on campaigns now
it’s a lot harder.” He grimaced and looked away.

Pulling
Anakin more back into his body, Rex nodded before pressing a soft
kiss to his General’s cheek and then tugging on his braid
playfully. “Well, you aren’t getting rid of me that easy so you
can talk with me any time you want to.” He said in a cheerful tone,
hoping to distract his soulmate.

And
it worked.

Laughing,
Anakin turned around and playfully pressed Rex into the sheets, a
grin wide on his lips before he softened and dropped down, resting
his head on Rex collarbone while wrapping his arms around the
captain. “Yeah… you are. I’m glad you are.” Anakin mumbled
quietly and pressed a chaste kiss to the underside of his jaw.

Pressing
his hand to Anakin’s warm back, Rex pressed a kiss to the top of
his head as he felt his heart beat faster at the position they were
in.

But
the entire situation was innocent, Anakin clearly needing the cuddle
and Rex was more than happy to provide his soulmate with that comfort
as Anakin laid in only his leggings in the bunk with Rex in his armor
blacks.

Fair
enough, bunks weren’t the most comfortable of places to be and
especially with two above average sized men cuddled up in the same
one but they made it work and Rex couldn’t say he wouldn’t mind
repeating the incident.

Cuddling
ones soulmate, check and it was a karking wonderful event.

Now
every other situation and event left to check heh.

Breakabarrier! Yay twins! Is it Luke and Leia, is it aome other twins? Whats up with Palps? I’ll take anything. LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!

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Blinking
slowly while watching tv, Obi-Wan gave a thoughtful hum that
attracted both his mates attention.

Anakin
paused in stroking Padme’s hair, the lady senator’s head having
been
resting in Obi-Wan’s lap as Obi-Wan sat leaned into Anakin’s side
on the black
leather couch
of their little intimate tv room that they spent the majority of
together
time in,
the
dark red walls making the room seem smaller and darker with the lamps
all shining warmly at them to provide an intimate and private
atmosphere, with a glass caff table
standing
between it and the holo tv to hold their drinks and snacks.

The
large
living room
was more reserved for when they had guests, while
this was for them to be in peace and quiet with only C3PO
occasionally disturbing them if there was a guest or a call.

“Obi-Wan?”
Padme murmured in
sleepily
curiosity,
the hair petting making her drowsy.

Purring
faintly, twinning some of her brown loose hair around his fingers,
Obi-Wan shrugged. “Just thinking about baby names.” He whispered,
snorting a bit when Anakin playfully nipped at his ear.

“We’re
not calling them either Shmi or Kitster, just saying,” He stated
warningly, the alpha suddenly
serious
before grimacing when both his mates shot him looks. “Its… look,
they’re slave names, I loved my mom and my friend but…” He
trailed off uncomfortably, glancing
away at the mention of his origin.

Turning
his head, feeling Padme sit up on
his other side,
Obi-Wan pressed a soft kiss to Anakin’s cheek. “They’re
wonderful names but if you say no, that’s it.” He agreed quietly,
watching as Padme leaned over his lap to press her own kiss to
Anakin’s cheek.

They
both watched as Anakin’s tense posture eased, the man letting out a
huff of relief.

Maybe
from them understanding or maybe for them agreeing.

Or
just maybe because they weren’t trying to argue with him. Anakin
had his issues with his beginnings and as much as he loved his
mother, that didn’t change what they had been once, there was a
reason Anakin did all he could to handle slavers when he caught them.

“Do
either of you have any ideas then?” Obi-Wan asked slowly, raising
his brow at them.

To
that Anakin grinned sheepishly. “Jinn?” He asked slowly, raising
his hands in surrender when both Obi-Wan and Padme raised their brows
at him, one incredulous and one amused.

Wiggling
closer, now clearly more awake, Padme let out a thoughtful sound. “I
always wanted to name one of my children for Leia, it means lioness
in ancient Naboo.” She grinned at them, giving a little wink which
prompted them both to laugh.

“Honestly,
any child of yours is going to be fierce.”
Anakin teased before cuddling Obi-Wan to him. “Though that is a
pretty name.” He mused thoughtfully.

Rubbing
his chin, leaning into Anakin’s body as all three of them ignored
the end of the movie they had been half watching, Obi-Wan let out a
soft hum while scratching at his beard covered chin. “You know,
that’s not half bad. There are two of them, so Leia sounds
wonderful.” He agreed, wiggling a bit.

Pressing
a kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek, Padme let out a delighted noise. “We
should get two female and two male names… just in case.” She
stated cheerfully.

Wrinkling
his nose a bit, Obi-Wan considered that before nodding.

He
didn’t really care or agree about gendered names but Naboo had
their culture and while secondary genders weren’t generally that
important, they did have some hangups about the first gender that
came out in things like dress and names.

Anakin
just watched both of them bemusedly before letting out a thoughtful
noise. “Artemis?” He glanced between them. “She was one of the
sister deities of Tatooine, known for hunt.” He explained with an
easy grin and both Padme and Obi-Wan sported thoughtful looks before
nodding in tandem.

“It
be nice to name one Bail, since he’s been such a dear friend.”
Padme sighed hopefully.

“Might
get awkward though, I mean it be an honor for him, that’s true,”
Anakin injected. “But since we’re going to ask him and Queen
Breha to be one of the godparent pairs, Bail junior might be aw-”

“Luke.”
Obi-Wan cut in before they could start squabbling.

Falling
mute, they both looked in surprise at Obi-Wan.

He
simply shrugged. “Luke, it’s an old Jedi name if I’m honest. It
means light giver, a leftover relic from when we fought the Sith and
the Jedi tried to spread light. It used to be a title more than a
name really but… these children will bring light into our world…
so-” His mates cut him off by hugging him, Padme sealing their lips
together in a tender kiss that had Obi-Wan sighing and relaxing.

He
hadn’t even been aware he was tensing up as he spoke but their
approval rung in the Force and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile
shyly at them as he was gathered into Anakin’s lap, the three
cuddling together as the end credits of the movie rolled.

For
a second there was silence, comfortable and warm.

Until
Obi-Wan glanced at the bonus scenes of the movie, brows raising high
at the hopeful ending. “…Also you’re not picking the movie next
time Anakin, Madam Synata may be a brilliant drama actor but Force,
we just watched a farce of a ‘historical’ play.” He huffed,
brows twitching a bit.

“Aw
come on Obi-Wan! Into the Sky is a classical! And
Madam Synata is one of the most renowned actresses through the
years!”
Anakin pouted sadly at his mate, pulling
out his puppy eyes for the man.

Unswayed
by the faux leaky eyes and sad expression as he snorted
deeply, Obi-Wan raised a brow at
him.
“And the Agorim moon is not exploded into a half crescent shape,
that would utterly ruin the planets gravity and oceans and the Jedi
were not involved in the Agorim civil war at all, we were directly
banned from entering their planets atmosphere not only by the
government but the people itself and it was a direct blood bath that
lead to not only the death of half the population but is still
effecting the planets growth to this very day, five hundred years
later.” He stated dryly as Padme giggled softly at them squabbling
lightly over the movie.

Opening
his mouth but then thinking better of it, Anakin paused before
shrugging and smiling meekly. “…Artistic liberty?” Anakin
finally stated, a tad sheepishly.

Exchanging
a long, amused glance, Padme and Obi-Wan couldn’t help it, laughing
as they pulled their pouting mate into soft, affectionate kisses
between them.

The
future felt so bright… and yet Obi-Wan couldn’t help a feeling of
unease that he tried to push away as the war’s fault as he clung to
his mates, the swell of his stomach pressing into Anakin with Padme’s
hand lingering on the gentle swell of their twins.

Hi, was is oing to happen next in FallenForYou? Whose going to be the first Jedi they are going to be confronted with and who in turn is going to be confronted with a Fallen (and very overprotective over Obi-Wan) Anakin?

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Glancing
at Anakin, Obi-Wan drudged up a small smile.

“You
sure about this?” The blond murmured, reaching out and holding onto
his former master’s hand with a small frown on his face, yellow
eyes glittering uneasily.

A
shudder trailed his spine as he squeezed Anakin’s hand in comfort.
“No, not really,” Obi-Wan smiled bittersweet at that and
shrugged. “But they know we’re here and they’ll be expecting us
to report in, simply to know our conditions.” He sighed a bit.

The
last two day had been difficult, they were still traveling back to
Coruscant, taking the safer route to avoid getting into any
skirmishes at the moment. They were going to meet up with the
Resolute in two days too, apparently they had reached a waiting point
and were only on standby at the moment.

Two
days of resting, of healing, of getting their bodies back in shape.

Helix
and Bandaid had preformed the surgeries, though on Obi-Wan they had
only done local anesthesia to prevent a potential panic attack and
give their General the best opportunity to feel safe and comfortable.

Though
looking at your own hand being opened up wasn’t exactly easy.

Nor
was the work being done to his arm.

But
at least it was over and they had finally gotten a shower, Helix and
Bandaid transporting them to the lockers for the shower they wanted
and they had gotten small chairs to sit on in the shower.

The
first genuine shower in a month and it felt like bliss, despite both
of them needing to cut hair.

For
Obi-Wan that wasn’t a problem, he preferred short hair.

But
Anakin’s hair had been long since he got to grow it out and he had
not been happy to have to almost buzz it down because of the tangles
he just couldn’t get out. Boil, who had helped them, had been
careful and managed to preserve a bit of length but Anakin’s curls
would only come back with time.

As
for Obi-Wan…

His
beard was now fully shaved, showing off the bruises along his
jawline.

Much
to their horror, a healing bite scar was found under it, it must have
happened earlier in their captivity because it was a scar
and not an injury that could be dealt with and Anakin had spent five
minutes staring at it, feeling his stomach boil with anger before
letting go of it and just taking Obi-Wan’s hand in his.

But
finally, Obi-Wan had decided it was time to contact the council.

They
had
to report in or so he claimed.

Anakin
wasn’t so sure about that but he wasn’t about to go against
Obi-Wan right now after everything that had happened to him. Instead
he was going to have the others back as he wondered about the little
wings they had found behind one ear each.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t help but be grateful for that support as Red Lips finally
engaged the comms and he took a fortifying breath as Anakin gave his
hand another squeeze before letting go, both falling into semi parade
rest.

One
by one they flickered in, all of them sitting somewhere, though so
were Anakin and Obi-Wan in the hoverchairs.

They
didn’t have the energy to stand for as long as this meeting might
take.

For
several minutes, no one said a thing and Red Lips shifted
uncomfortably where he was keeping the comm signal alive as he looked
between the high Generals and his own.

Then
Shaak let out a deep sigh and smiled at them. “Thank the Force,
you’re still alive.” She murmured, her voice soft and warm.

That
broke the dam and Obi-Wan let out a broken little laugh as the rest
chimed in with their own relief at seeing the two alive. “Well,
alive yes, but… we’re rather…”

“Broken.”
Anakin filled in, getting their attention and his shoulders tensed as
they focused on him.

All
of them stared at him before Mace sighed and leaned forward, resting
his elbows on his knees. “Considering what Commander Cody had to
report, we will… not be doling out any repercussions or
punishments,” He murmured, Anakin and Obi-Wan exchanging shocked
looks. “Yet.”

The
last word came down like a gavel and Obi-Wan swallowed heavily from
nerves.

“Understand
we do, a difficult situation you were in. Issues there were,” Yoda
murmured, watching them both closely. “But if return to the light
Knight Skywalker does not, a Jedi he can not be… of the Light the
Jedi are.”

Anakin
bared his teeth and Obi-Wan felt his heart sinking only to hold his
breath when Anakin slumped and nodded. “I understand masters and…
thank you for your understanding.” He mumbled quietly.

Obi-Wan
ached to reach out and hold Anakin’s hand, to hug him even as he
glanced back to the holos of the council.

“Understand
this, if it wasn’t for the situation, the war and everything going
on, we would have expelled you Knight Skywalker, but you have not
done anything yet worth of expulsion. Jedi have fallen before but
found their way back to the light, Quinlan Vos is an example of this
and therefore we will extend the same mercy to you as we extended to
him… considering what he did, we really can’t be hypocritical
about it.” Mace continued, his voice turning wry.

‘They
don’t know what Anakin did.’ Obi-Wan felt his eyes widen up even
as he forced himself to keep relaxed. ‘But even if they did…
Quinlan did so much worse when he ran around with Ventress…’

Anakin,
recognizing that silence was golden, only nodded and bowed his head
slightly to the council, Obi-Wan quickly injecting himself before
questions could be raised as he started his own report of their
capture and their captivity.

With
all the details, despite how it made him feel dirty and gross, the
phantom sensations of hands on his skin making goosebumps appeared.

But
with Anakin there, warm at his side and pulsing affection and support
through their bond, Obi-Wan continued on.

One
step at a time for their healing, one step at a time to continue
forward.

I haven’t seen my glowing jedi in a bit. Can we get a continuation? Can we see Obi and Ani settling into their new lives?

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Letting
out a soft breath, Obi-Wan kept his eyes forward and his arms crossed
over his chest, regulating his breathing as he kept his eyes on
Anakin and Anakin alone.

It
shouldn’t be this easy to ignore Yoda and yet it is, for all that
his Force presence is large and the master someone of respect,
Obi-Wan has had a… reality check lately.

With
a lot of things.

And
he has a child to teach and guide, Anakin needing his all.

Or
well, he could continue to ignore the old troll if he hadn’t tapped
his cane to Obi-Wan’s booted calf, not as hard as he did when he
was displeased with someone but still enough to get attention from
someone he knew was ignoring him.

Sighing,
Obi-Wan looked down at the old troll. “Yes Master Yoda? Can I help
you?” He settled on evenly.

Let
it not be said that Obi-Wan Kenobi wasn’t respectful even when he
was miffed.

Yoda
stared back at him, leaning on his cane now. “Progress report I
would like, far young Skywalker has come?” He raised his brows.

Looking
up, Obi-Wan watched his padawan move through the katas battle master
Dralling was going through and crossed his arms over his chest,
ignoring what that implied about his body language.

He
wasn’t happy with the council and he wasn’t afraid to let them
know that even if he was respectful.

He
did his duty as a Jedi knight after all.

“Anakin
is up to snuff on basic lessons in the written form, he is among the
top ten of his class in katas and has come far enough to now create
his own lightsaber instead of keeping to the practice ones in the
salle. He’s come far in these four months.” He stated quietly,
feeling the soft fluff of his own awkwardly growing hair tickle his
neck.

“Hrrrm,
meditation and control, where is he?” Yoda croaked.

Pursing
his lips, digging his nails into his upper arms, Obi-Wan shrugged.
“Still a work in progress. He hasn’t had a life long lessons on
meditation or taught Force control at his mothers breast. I’ll get
him there, the council can be assured of it.” He stated primly and
then finally looked down at the old master, narrowing his eyes.

He
got an equally narrowed eyed look in return but Yoda said nothing,
only nodded and then hobbled along.

Letting
out another breath, Obi-Wan watched the man go while mourning the now
antagonistic relationship he had with the old man and honestly most
of the council before firmly shaking his head and returning his eyes
to Anakin and his class being taught by Dralling.

Done
was done.

Obi-Wan
had taken on Anakin Skywalker as a padawan, the council disagreed but
Obi-Wan was a knight now and able to take him on despite their
reservation.

And
sending Anakin out alone in the world was not an option.

Not
after finding the Sith.

‘He’s
coming along well though,’ He reminded himself, watching his
padawan. ‘He’s smart
even if he can’t quite figure out meditation without help.
Honestly, he might have too much power and energy to sit and
meditate, maybe moving meditation is more for him?’ Obi-Wan rubbed
at his clefted chin before dropping his arms and grinning when the
kids were released.

Anakin
instantly looked around excitedly while wiping his sweat off his
face, zeroing in on Obi-Wan before racing towards him.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan dropped down a bit and accepted the speed bundle,
catching him in a hug with a warm smile on his face. “Well then, I
see you’re still full of energy.” He teased lightly before giving
the stubby little padawan braid a tug.

Laughing,
Anakin nodded excitedly with wide eyes. “Did I do well?” He
questioned hopefully, ignoring the other Initiates that passed by
them as some of them shot him envious looks, not many had masters yet
and Obi-Wan was the Sith
Slayer.

Grinning
faintly as he also ignored them, Obi-Wan nodded approvingly. “You
did very well, top five as always Anakin. I think that deserves a
treat, so how about we go to Dex, have dinner and you can get a
milkshake?” He teased softly, knowing Anakin’s love for cooled
treats.

“Dex!”
Anakin chirped brightly before pausing. “I should shower first
shouldn’t I?” He smiled sheepishly, wiggling with energy only a
young child could.

Shrugging
while straightening, resting his hand on his very affectionate
padawan’s shoulder, Obi-Wan hummed as he ignored some of the more
traditional master’s disapproving gazes in his back. They weren’t
the ones training Anakin, he was and he would do it his
way. “Well, Dex won’t care and as long as you change out of your
sweaty shift, no one else will as long as you use a deodorizer.” He
teased, once more tweaking the little braid, much to Anakin’s
delight.

Laughing,
the boy wiggled excitedly, not oblivious to the gazes around them but
uncaring of who approved and who did not.

After
all, he chose Obi-Wan and as long as Obi-Wan approved and he could
make his mother proud, Anakin was very happy.

JediAreCats is just perfect! But if Force Sensitivity = Cat then Anakin is the most affected. Meaning most Jedi have to be drunk or sick to chase laser pointer dots but Anakin does it whenever (much to the delight of his Padawan and 501st troopers.) Obi-Wan refuses to acknowledge that he’s the one who told them how he kept Padawan Anakin occupied when he was bored. (Poor Anakin has no dignity left but it makes them laugh so he doesn’t mind.) (Just Jedi vs Laser Pointers, okay? It sparks joy!)

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The
moment another Jedi are cats video gets uploaded on UsTube, the
galaxy is pretty throws themselves over it to watch, be they Republic
or CIS. The former for fun as they claim but the latter claim
information, or so is the official reason they give anyone who asks.

Dooku
just
watches them to peek at his grandpadawan, amused by Obi-Wan and
wistful. “The
stronger the Jedi, the more prevalent their feline like instincts
are.” Is the opening line of the next uploaded video of Jedi
are cats, number 5.

This
is opening line follows up by zooming in on Anakin Skywalker, the
Hero with No Fear as he sits on a speeder, absently running through a
pad. He clearly looks bored, his hair is tied up in a bun and his
sleeves are rolled up to his elbows with a clear night settling on
the planet they are on.

Didn’t
even look like there was a moon in this particular one.

What
interest the CIS or the Republic could have on this particular planet
was up to anyone’s guess though some in the comments speculated
resources.

But
that wasn’t the important part of the video.

No
what everyone zeroed in on was the sight of a red dot slowly making
it’s way over the ground towards Skywalker.

The
Jedi didn’t notice, clearly not alarmed in camp and that meant
either there weren’t any CIS there yet or they had been chased off.

Regardless,
the red dot slowly traveled up the man’s leg until it was on his
thigh, slowly wobbling and circling there until it caught the blond’s
eye.

Skywalker
froze, staring at it, hands held tight on the pad and quicker than
the eye could catch, he dropped the pad and slapped his hand down on
the dot.

A
rerun came, slowed down to see how Skywalker dropped the pad, moving
frame for frame to showcase how fast he was as he slapped his hand
over the dot only for the dot to disappear down on the ground and
instantly, Skywalker chased after the bright spot, bouncing forward
just like a cat would in pursuit.

“This
doesn’t work on all Jedi,” The trooper filming whispered. “Only
Skywalker will chase a red dot like a feline would. This comes from
him being the strongest Jedi in the order, something about
midi-chlorian or whatnot. Force shenanigans to us.” The person
sniggered and the camera bounced a bit.

The
person moved as Skywalker suddenly shot towards them, still following
the dot and whoever was controlling the dot clearly leveled it onto
the trooper filming as they suddenly screamed as Skywalker crashed
right into him and the camera went flying. “FUC-”

Giggling
together, the two togruta teens shared the link to the video with
several of their friends before going through the latest images from
the GAR, cooing over the collar worn by Master Kenobi now, purple
with a golden bell as he walked with his head high.

It
was hilarious to see but somehow Kenobi managed to pull it off as
every little PR clip of the man, a
small smile on his face, standing in parade rest with the bell collar
and a little audio clip showed that it also chimed softly.

A
clear warning to the commander of the 212th
when his General was walking about.

There
were also some… rather perverted comments about the collar.

But
the two teens ignored that, whatever the Negotiator himself got up to
in his bed was totally up to himself and his potential partner. It
was crude to speculate.

Despite
how cute Master Kenobi was, but come on, lets have some respect!

“I
hope there will be more videos from the troopers.” One of the teens
sighed hopefully, the two rebooting the vid to watch once more as
Skywalker chased a red laser dot.

Okay but consider. In Daredevil Recklessness, it’s not just dangerous dares the Obi feels obligated to complete, but dumb ones too. So sometimes Qui-Gon comes back to their quarters and Obi is sick because he drank an entire gallon of milk in one go, or he’s sitting on the couch trying to get a lightbulb out of his mouth or something equally dumb

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Heart
in his throat, Qui-Gon slowly and carefully set down his bag while
staring at his equally
wide eyed and distressed padawan as the teen let out a muffled,
distressed noise.

‘Okay,
calm down. He’s not hurt, not yet…just… calm down.’ Qui-Gon
swallowed and hung up his robe and removed his boots. “Obi-Wan,
what the blazes?” He finally rasped out, despite knowing the boy
couldn’t answer him.

Why?
Because
said, reckless, stupid
boy had a karking light bulb in his mouth.

Sweet
Force, what had Qui-Gon done to deserve this?

He
knew he had a difficult time in the beginning with accepting Obi-Wan
and he might have been needlessly cruel but sweet merciful Force.

Obi-Wan
let out a few muffled noise before tugging at their bond, trying to
transport images.

Qui-Gon
felt his left eye twitch.

‘Vos.
Of course it’s Vos suggestion that lead to this… I’m going to
kill that boy.’ He noted to himself as he sat down on the couch,
gently grasping Obi-Wan’s chin to look around the reddened lips
wrapped around the metal
tip of the light bulb that was suppose to screw in.

Drool
was coating around Obi-Wan’s cheeks and chin and his lips were pale
white. His jaw also looked to be spasming and he could feel the
muscles flex under his touch, so that indicated that this had been
going on for a while and Obi-Wan had been struggling to get the light
bulb out.

“…Where
is Vos?” Qui-Gon kept his voice even, scolding Obi-Wan right now
wouldn’t work out for anyone, the boy was already distressed and
his eyes were tearing up, a mixture of pain and embarrassment maybe?

Another
two images along the bond came in answer, Tholme and a comm.

Tholme
had called for his padawan then and Vos had to go, leaving Obi-Wan to
deal with the light bulb stuck in his mouth still.

Peeling
down Obi-Wan’s bottom lip, Qui-Gon narrowed his eyes before lifting
his upper lip too, closing his eyes in defeat.

The
bulb was caught behind the teeth.

If
it was just caught in another way then Qui-Gon could have potentially
gotten it out with a bit of wiggling, but with it caught behind the
teeth…

The
only way he could imagine Obi-Wan getting it out without breaking it
would be if he could dislodge his jaw like certain reptiles could.

That
meant that Qui-Gon would have to break the bulb in Obi-Wan’s mouth
potentially but maybe…

He
rubbed his chin thoughtfully while observing the other. “Obi-Wan,
can you open your mouth as far as you’re able to? Lips, teeth and
jaw, all of it?” Qui-Gon encouraged quietly, watching Obi-Wan’s
throat work on swallowing saliva most likely before the boy nodded
and he opened his mouth as far as he could.

Cupping
the others chin again, Qui-Gon grasped the metal tip, carefully
wiggling a bit while tipping  Obi-Wan’s chin back a bit to tilt his
head.

The
bulb wiggled and Obi-Wan let out a quiet whine of discomfort but he
fisted his hands into his tunic to avoid doing anything, his eyes
leaking tears.

‘Well,
if nothing else, this is going to be a lesson in being more careful.’
Qui-Gon thought in sympathy, knowing he wouldn’t be scolding his
padawan after this as he continued to work the bulb.

It
wasn’t budging.

Sitting
back, Qui-Gon stared at Obi-Wan with furrowed brows as his padawan
stared at him with wide watering eyes and tear stained cheeks. “…I
have to break it Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon whispered, wincing when the
other whimpered. “Shhh, I know, I know but it will be alright,”
He reached out and cupped one wet cheek, stroking his thumb over it.
“I’ll use the Force, none of it will remain, I’ll crack it
carefully.” Qui-Gon explained to Obi-Wan.

Swallowing
again, struggling around bulb as more drool leaked down his chin, his
face covered in tears, saliva and snot as Obi-Wan
gave a nod.

Breathing
out, Qui-Gon cupped the others chin again and grasped the bulb,
feeling Obi-Wan open his mouth as wide as he could once more.

Not
giving Obi-Wan more time to worry and think, Qui-Gon cracked the bulb
as fast as he could, pulling out the end and glass with the Force
before Obi-Wan could bite down automatically in response to the
lessening pressure.

Instantly
Obi-Wan folded over and started coughing as Qui-Gon placed the metal
tip, the internals and the glass on the caff table, quickly turning
back to his padawan in worry to gather the boy to his chest, stroking
his back as Obi-Wan continued to cough and splutter, hands rubbing at
his reddened jaw. ‘Well, that is one way for a lesson to sink in.’
He thought grimly to himself even as he comforted his rather moisture
coated padawan.

Clothes
could always be washed after all and a bit of saliva never harmed
anyone.

“My
silly padawan.” Qui-Gon sighed, the tiny bit of rebuke in his voice
having Obi-Wan flinch even as he buried himself in the older Jedi’s
chest for comfort. “Never do that again.” Qui-Gon rumbled.

“Never.”
Obi-Wan rasped in agreement, shivering faintly as he hid in the warm
chest.

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Picking
his General up from the travel cot, Cody glanced towards the still
sleeping Jedi then winked at his little, swaddled
General, heading out of the tent with the hiccuping baby Jedi.

Who
was smiling with pink gums on display and Cody guessed the hiccuping
noise might be the General’s attempt at a laugh.

Tucking
him up against his shoulder
since the other was wrapped up in one of the soft blue blankets
Skywalker had brought,
Cody took in the warm sun before peering aside
at Obi-Wan. “Seems there’s a lot of nice sun right now, very
bright this planet.” He murmured quietly, ignoring as everyone
outside perked up at the sight of their General as he focused on the
chubby little face as he stopped the hiccupingish noise but continued
to give that gummy smile.

Skywalker
had kind of been hogging him since he arrived and Cody was going to
take his chance to steal his baby General now that he was awake and
Skywalker wasn’t.

Beside,
it was around feeding hour anyhow and Cody was going to feed him and
also check on his diaper.

So
he made his way over to the medtent, humming faintly and ignoring how
he got a tail of people coming after him, Obi-Wan supported up
against his shoulder.

He
heard the hiccuping noise again and felt Obi-Wan’s body shake a bit
and Cody had to bite his own lips to avoid snorting because he could
guess what was going on behind him. Someone was making a silly face
for their General.

It
wasn’t really actions one should do towards their commanding
officer, however, the 212th
were in a rather peculiar situation.

The
General had baby chemistry even if his adult mind were
in their, his attention often flickered and bright things held it
along with people.

Skywalker
had confessed that the other was embarrassed, maybe ashamed but he
was accepting of their actions, understanding that they were trying
to comfort even if his baby brain was doing its best to trip him up.

Along
with his own insecurities.

‘But
we don’t mind looking after you.’ He settled his cheek against
the little head on his shoulder, stepping into the med tent as
Obi-Wan cooed in disappointment.

Helix
glanced up as Cody transferred Obi-Wan from his shoulders to his
arms, the medic instantly perked up when he saw who it was, moving
from his portable terminal to greet both Cody and Obi-Wan, grinning
down at him as he wiggled his fingers in front of Obi-Wan.

This
time the coo was rather more happy as Obi-Wan flailed his hands at
medic.

“He
needs a diaper change I suspect, would you start the bottle?” Cody
questioned, smiling sadly when Obi-Wan’s face twisted in
unhappiness.

Yeah,
there was one of the insecurities and embarrassment Skywalker had
mentioned.

‘Or
maybe shame. He can’t do anything right now but let us take care of
him, it won’t sit well, not with the kind of man he is.’ Cody
cuddled the baby as Helix nodded.

“Course
Commander, I’ll be happy to. The temple was helpful enough to send
me a copy of the file and according to their notes, the General is in
better shape than he was when he arrived. He’s actually eating
properly.” He sent his General a sympathetic look before moving to
get the formula mixed and in bottle.

Cody
meanwhile moved over to the bed they were using to change Obi-Wan on,
the diapers, a trash can and the rest stationed in hands reach for
the occasion until they were to leave. There were also a few spare
outfits in case there were… accidents.

Luckily,
this time the little onesie was completely dry as Cody wrapped him
out of the blue blanket, amused to find the black onesie with
lightsabers on.

Skywalker
had really gone all out in getting clothes and things.

Cody
had to wonder, even as he carefully undressed his General, having
gotten used to the how to change a baby by now, if these lightsaber
onesies existed before the war or not.

Didn’t
really matter but they were cute and Cody wondered if there were
adult versions of the onesies.

‘Would
not shock me after that outfit Gearshift showed up in, who knew there
were adult onesies shaped like krayt dragons…’ He mused
thoughtfully while throwing the diaper away, giving his General a
soft smile.

Obi-Wan’s
lips were quivering and big fat tears were rolling down his face,
which was likely not improving his mental situation but…

This
had to be done, they couldn’t leave Obi-Wan in a dirty diaper.

But
he could be swift and effective, making sure Obi-Wan didn’t
experience the humiliation for too long before he was back in Cody’s
arms, being cuddled protectively.

It
was times like this he wished he had a bond to his General like
Skywalker had, that he could talk to him, reassure him somehow and
not just talk at
him.

But…

Cody
would try, cuddling the other to him and nuzzling gently at the soft
tufts of red hair on the others head. “It’s okay. I’m here.
You’re alright General… I’m right here for you.” He
whispered, knowing Helix would give them space.

Just
for now as they tried to wrap their General in their care.

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Looking
up when there was a knock at his door, Obi-Wan raised his brow when
he found Master Jinn at his door, the man looking a bit uncomfortable
but determined. “Come in I guess, what do I owe the pleasure to
Master Jinn?” Obi-Wan asked, turning away from the desk he had been
working at.

Honestly
it had been kind of Commander Fox to give him room to work and set up
some training plans, he would have to thank the man later on.

Squaring
his shoulders, Qui-Gon Jinn looked down at him over his long nose.
“Please, call me Qui-Gon and… I came to apologize.” He
swallowed. “If you’d have it that is.”

Intrigued
and a bit confused, Obi-Wan settled his elbows on his knees as he
observed the man through his lashes. “Apologize for… what
exactly?” Obi-Wan wondered, taking in the Jedi that could have been
his master.

He
would have made a dignified master, maverick and all that he was,
Qui-Gon was still an impressive man and Jedi.

So
what was he apologizing for?

“I
should have looked for you on the Monument
all
those years ago,”
Qui-Gon ran his hand through his long, graying hair. “If I had just
noticed you weren’t there, we could have sent someone to look for
you an-”

Obi-Wan
cocked a brow while breaking into the wretched tone Qui-Gon was
using. “And what?” He questioned calmly, relaxed
now that he knew what the other wanted. Honestly he had half wondered
if Anakin had told his old master about what Obi-Wan could do and
what he had offered to teach him and to learn that it wasn’t the
case was a calming factor.

Pausing,
Qui-Gon stared at the redhead. “Pardon
me?”
He
murmured in confusion.

“And
what?” Obi-Wan repeated, still calm. “You could have alerted the
council yes and then someone would have been sent to find me. Say
that you did and that whoever it was did find me, what
would have happened if they did find me?” Obi-Wan cupped his hands
together between his knees, the picture of serenity and
contemplation.

“I…”
Pausing, the council master rubbed his beard. “They would have
brought you back?” He asked uncertainly, not sure he understood the
others point.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan blinked slowly. “To be a farmer, I wasn’t anyone’s
padawan, no one wanted me, you were my last chance and the council of
reassignment
had sent me away for a fight I didn’t start. I was scared and
‘angry’ as they saw it and
therefore unfit to become a Jedi, regardless of Yoda championing me.
So where would I have gone?” He raised both brows now, staring
expectantly at Qui-Gon.

Breathing
out a bit, Qui-Gon stared at him. “…Agricore.” He murmured,
realizing
where Obi-Wan was going with the entire thing.

Sitting
up slowly, Obi-Wan nodded. “Agricore. Seeing everything you do now,
knowing everything you do about Captain Exile and his guild… do you
really think my path as a farmer would have been better
for me?” He sat back in his chair, ignoring the little creak it
made, it wasn’t about to deter him from this talk.

Rubbing
his beard, Qui-Gon licked his lips, maybe a little nervous tick
before he sighed, dropping his hands down along his side while
shaking his head. “No, you have accomplished great things, you
could have accomplished great things in Agricore too, however…”

“However
that
wasn’t my path,” Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest. “Yes,
I could have aided in growing food, I could have aided famine
stricken worlds and taught locals how to regrow and make their planet
sustainable
again as the Agricore do or even further their improvements on crops
and machines used for agricultural, I’ve
could have become a master in botany and chemistry and even improved
seed quality perhaps…
but really, with everything
I’ve accomplished as captain of the guild… I think I’m right
where I’m suppose to be.” Obi-Wan hummed calmly.

Tucking
his hands into his sleeves slowly, Qui-Gon stared at him in
contemplation. “…I believe you are right in that Captain Kenobi.”
He ventured with a small smile on his lips.

Smirking
in return, Obi-Wan shrugged. “If you’re to be Qui-Gon, then
please, call me Obi-Wan.” He settled on calmly as Qui-Gon came over
to peer at the desk.

Perching
his ass on a spot that didn’t contain paperwork, Qui-Gon nodded
slowly. “Well then Obi-Wan… maybe you’d like to tell me about
what you’re teaching Anakin then? And
what you’re able to do?”
He raised gray brows at the captain.

‘…Ah
well kark. Anakin you dimnut.’ Obi-Wan sighed, sending his fondly
exasperated emotion to the other and getting a sheepish ‘sorry’
in return. “Well, maybe I could do that.” He answered wryly much
to Qui-Gon’s obvious amusement.

Reckless Obi – during one of the treaty missions, one of the adult leaders dismisses obi with «why don’t you go play outside, the adults are busy» and Quigon feels time stop as he watches rebel light appears in obis eyes.

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The
moment those accursed words crossed the Watchman’s lips, Qui-Gon
had felt his heart thundering in his chest as his head snapped to
look at Obi-Wan beside him, watching the unholy light that appeared
in them as he narrowed his eyes at the dismissive Watchman who
clearly had no
idea what a Jedi padawan was or what they were to become.

Much
to his shame, Qui-Gon reacted to slowly as Obi-Wan suddenly gave a
graceless shrug. “Fine, if that’s your view of the situation
Master Watchman, I’m sure master can handle the situation without
me.” Obi-Wan said primly, his tone even as if he was talking to a
dimwitted child and then he jumped to the side just in time to avoid
Qui-Gon’s large arms wrapping around him, the boy instantly
bouncing out the overly large window of the fourth floor they were
on.

The
accursed gloves Yan had gifted him with were in play too as Obi-Wan
effectively and happily started climbing up the building as Qui-Gon
let out a noise as if a mouse was being stepped on.

Bouncing
over to the window himself, Qui-Gon stuck his head out and watched as Obi-Wan
had already started scaling past the tenth floor, his faint giggling
reaching the Jedi master watching him in horror.

A
stunned silence filled the negotiation room, none of the locals used
to Obi-Wan actions.

Qui-Gon
was however, and as he slowly pulled his head in, he gave Watchman a
stare some would call killer if it wasn’t for the fact it was a
Jedi using it.

The
silence had them all fidget as the Jedi continued staring. “…If I
wasn’t here on official business, I’d have you reported,”
Qui-Gon whispered, his scraggy face too pale as his hands continued
gripping the window sill. “You dismissed my
padawan. Not yours, mine.
He is mine to teach and mentor and guide and you sent him away.”
The man stuck his head out again to look after where the boy now was.

The
politicians exchanged worried looks.

What
had Watchman done now to them, the man tended to be a bit overly
pompous but if the Jedi master left now…
oh dear.

“Master
Jedi, I’m sure Master Watchman didn’t mean any har-” The
president started only for Qui-Gon to cut in.

Screw
diplomacy and politeness, his padawan was scaling the building as
fast as his little body could take him and it was fifty floors high!

“My
padawan is a reckless, daredevil, adrenaline driven junkie and this
bugger here,” Qui-Gon glared heatedly at Watchman, watching him
sweat. “Has just dismissed him. Has dismissed him from my side, so
I can no longer keep an eye on him and keep him from doing foolish
things, ensure
that he does not do something stupid, to act as his counterbalance to
his own impulsiveness to do reckless things…
LIKE CLIMBING THIS BUILDING.” Qui-Gon roared the last part,
startling all of them as he now sounded like the leonine he resembled
at times with his heavy chestnut colored mane.

He
stuck his head out again before anyone could answer, twisting his
head to look upwards again. “OBI-WAN! YOU BETTER NOT RUN AROUND AND
LET THE LOCALS SUGGEST CRAZY THINGS FOR YOU! YOU HEAR ME?, PADAWAN!?”
He yelled up the building side.

He
got a faint cheer in reply before he pulled in, rubbing his face with
a low groan.

Trading
glances again, the president and the secretary gestured at each other
before the president took charge again. “Master Jedi, I do
apologize for this, it wasn’t Watchman’s intention t-”

“If
my padawan falls off the side of the building,” Qui-Gon started in
a calm, muffled voice as he spoke into his own hands. “If my
impulsive, reckless, too susceptible padawan gets hurt in any way
while being separated
from me, I
will string you up by your balls Master Watchman. And no one is going
to be able to stop me and I won’t get punished for it because the
council is quite aware how close to a heart attack I am and will be
highly
understanding of my situation as I will leave after I string you up.” He peeked out of his hands, glaring
at the sweating Watchman.

Exchanging
looks, the rest of them rather hoped for Watchman’s poor nutsack
that the padawan didn’t get hurt… or maybe he did and Watchman
finally learned a lesson because the young whippersnapper could never
hold his damn tongue.

They
all flinched as they heard a slightly familiar voice screaming before
it turned to laughter and to their utter shock, Master Jinn let out a
quiet, pained whimper as he hid his face again and took a deep
breath.

The
unruffled appearance of a Jedi was firmly shattered in these moments
for a hall of politicians.

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Heart
in his throat, Rex can’t stop staring at his General and he can
feel
Cody’s gaze on him as he glances between the General and his vod.

But
Rex can’t quite…

They
had just been talking about how the vode seemed to be made for the
Jedi, how many of them seemed to end up with Jedi soulmates but Rex
hadn’t thought…

Even
as General Kenobi continued to carefully fuss in his own way over the
blond, Rex couldn’t remove his eye off the bacta covered injury
over his eye.

Mercifully
the General could still see, Ventress hadn’t managed to get his
eyeball despite giving him a nasty scar and any other injury could be
tended to with some TLC.

Then
Rex eyes dropped to the mech arm covered in the glove.

Of
course…

Of
fucking course.

That
was why his arm was a patchwork of a flower field.

Because
his soulmate’s arm wasn’t scarred, it was karking gone.

Skywalker’s
arm was gone and replaced with a mech arm.

Rex
hadn’t even considered the implication of what an amputation would
do to a soulmate but
apparently he was the answer to that. The soulmate offending limb
became a patchwork of flowers, a field of many flowers in the
amputated area.

His
fingers twitched as Kix finally stepped away from Anakin, finally let
the man breath even as Kenobi remained beside him, letting
him finally see the now bandage covered face of his tired and dirty
looking soulmate.

“I’m
glad you’re safe Anakin…” Obi-Wan whispered, pressing their
foreheads together while giving the others hand a gentle squeeze.

Smiling
tiredly, the Jedi huffed. “Yeah, as if Ventress could get the drop
on me… how have things been here?” He glanced about, pausing a
bit to stare at Rex. “Captain?” He blinked or so Rex assumed, not
being able to see both eyes but he didn’t think the man was
winking.

General
Kenobi seemed to catch on too, looking at Rex in confusion as Cody
elbowed his younger vod.

Slowly,
Rex removed his helmet to show them his new flower, lined perfectly
over the eye.

Anakin’s
eye went wide in return, his hand coming up to hover over his bandage
as Rex gave his helmet to Cody and then removed his glove, showing
both Jedi the patchwork of flowers on his hand that went as far as
Anakin’s amputation.

He
looked gobsmacked, staring at Rex as if he couldn’t believe the
situation.

Rex
heart sunk slowly.

Didn’t…
Anakin want him?

He
barely noticed Kenobi tugging Cody with him out of the room, leaving
Anakin and Rex and he struggled to open his mouth.

“Come…
come here?” Anakin finally got out and Rex automatically moved
until he was in front of Anakin, staring at him worriedly and almost
disappointed.

He
wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he’d get bu-

A
warm hand caught his, fingers gently examining the flowered skin and
Rex held his breath as the Jedi carefully slotted their hands
together to compare before smiling softly, staring at all the little
flowers he could touch, running his fingertips along them.

It
wasn’t like Kenobi and Cody, not with how the Jedi had outright
tackled Cody to the ground to kiss him…

But
it was something, gentle fingers holding onto his hand, the one
exposed eye admiring the flowers exposed by Rex removing the glove
earlier before Anakin looked up, staring at Rex face. Slowly he
reached up and stroked Rex eye that mirrored his, rubbing the tulip
flower carefully.

“You
were right there all along…” Anakin finally whispered, huffing a
laugh. “And I had no idea…” He breathed out, still laughing
faintly as he stroked and rubbed at the flower covered skin with awe
and tenderness.

Eyes
fluttering shut, Rex leaned into the touch, his hands coming to rest
on Anakin’s shoulders.

No,
it wasn’t like other vode when they talked about meeting their
soulmates, it wasn’t Kenobi tackling Cody to the ground…

But
it was his meeting with his
soulmate, gentle, tender fingers offering him the galaxy. “Su
cuy’gar ner runi kar’ta.” Rex
mumbled out, tightening his grip and laughing when Anakin tried to
stutter out the same words in reply.

His
adorable, somewhat dimwitted soulmate, who Rex adored with every
fiber of himself.