fluff

I’m so in love with FloralSkin and I need more! Other clones seeing and meeting their soulmates. Happy meetings. Cute and awkward and giddy. Fluffy codywan reveal. Clones giddy and drunk bragging and gushing over their soulmates that they’ve met etc 🥰💕

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Leaning
in close, Cody rubbed slightly at the new flower on Rex face, his
expression thoughtful. “You know, I think it’s a red tulip,” He
murmured in consideration before looking to Helix, the medic typing.
“Yeah, look up red tulips Helix, I’m pretty sure that’s what
Rex got here on his face over his eye, though how in the world his
soulmate managed to do that, I have no idea.” Cody settled back on
his heels, watching his vod.

‘My
soulmate is just the unluckiest of bitches huh,’ Rex sighed,
looking at his flower covered arm before reaching up and touching his
eye. ‘They must be blind in one eye for this to have happened
though maybe they get a prosthetic? Wolffe seems pretty happy with
his and he is adapting pretty fast, he’s rather fearsome.’ Rex
tried to cheer himself up.

But
he knew that if Wolffe had the chance, he would have gotten his
natural eye back.

Ventress
was a bitch, as much as he felt sorry for the assassin gray flowers, he still
wished she would take a long walk off a short pier in a storm.

Letting
out a happy noise, Helix turned his terminal. “Here it is, red
tulips. They are considered a deceleration of love.” He chirped
happily, grinning at Rex.

Snorting
at that, Cody gave Rex the same grin. “Honestly, whoever your
soulmate is, they’re eager for you.” He teased gently, a small
yellow flower on the underside of his jaw exposing where General
Kenobi had a scar under his beard.

Smiling
guiltily, Rex couldn’t help but be a bit pleased.

Whoever
his soulmate was, they thought about him a lot or so the flowers
seemed to say.

“Anyhow,”
Cody picked up his helmet, clearly intending on changing the subject
as Rex too stood to grab his own helmet and leave Helix to his
duties. “Have you heard from General Skywalker yet? Obi-Wan’s
been fretting since he ran off on that mission to capture Ventress.
He didn’t approve of it but it’s suppose to be like a last hurdle
to his knighthood or so Obi-Wan said and since the rest of the high Generals gave him it, Obi-Wan can’t interfer.” Cody curiously peered at
Rex.

Shaking
his head and pulling his helmet on, Rex let out a deep sigh. “Nope
and honestly, we’re not gonna hear from him until he feels like
talking.” Rex snorted, fondly exasperated by his General.

Anakin
Skywalker was amazing but sometimes he was a bit too much for Rex to
handle when he was running off doing his own thing and giving the
troopers anxiety fits along with gray hairs to his old master.

How
the kark were they suppose to follow him and be the 501st
if he was always running off somewhere! If that karking man would just listen!

“How’s
he doing?” Rex questioned, nodding towards where they could spot
Obi-Wan speaking with Yularen when Cody gave him an uncomprehending
noise as he pulled on his own helmet. “Your soulmate, General
Kenobi.” He clarified.

Huffing
slightly, Cody shook his head. “I want to strangle Skywalker, I
think that boy is going to give him a heart attack at some point.”
He sighed deeply before shaking himself. “Okay, less about my
soulmate, more about the others.” Cody declared.

‘And
he says he’s not a gossip.’ Rex grinned safely inside his bucket.
“Well I heard that Bly figured out his General was also his
soulmate, so you’re not alone in it.” He teased lightly.

Sniggering
a bit, Cody tapped the hook on his belt. “At least his soulmate
knows to keep her saber.” He shot back playfully, both of them
chuckling as they continued on with various troopers they had heard
finding their soulmates.

From
the trooper in 70th,
who found their mate was a senator to the one who tackled a smuggler
only to get a flower in the same spot he accidentally cut up the
man’s cheek.

It
was riveting how one found their soulmate by complete accident while
just doing their job.

“Five
credits says that Ponds and General Windu end up being soulmates
too,” Cody suddenly shot in.

Pausing,
glancing about the camp, Rex considered that. “You know, that
wouldn’t actually shock me. I mean… actually now that I think
about it, most Jedi don’t have soulmates even though they have
flowers in color.” Rex blinked heavily, watching how Cody’s
helmet tilted as he turned contemplative.

Honestly
a lot of clones ended up having Jedi soulmates for some reason, as if
something bigger was reaching in.

“You
think we were actually, honestly made for the Jedi?” Cody said
slowly, calculating. “That we’re not just a ‘product’ as the
longnecks would like us to be?”

Shrugging
while letting out a long suffering sigh, Rex tapped his vambrace. “I
have no idea but you gotta admit, it’s all falling into place
rather perfectly.” He pointed out quietly before letting out a loud
noise when he heard a loud commotion.

“General
Skywalker is on his way! He commed in! He’s injured!” Came a
shout from the comm specialist. “Medic’s on standby!”

‘Oh
no.’ Rex winced, watching uneasily how General Kenobi turned a few
degrees paler and how Cody went tense.

Padawan Obi-Wan presenting/going into his first heat in the middle of one of his Padawan classes and being too embarrassed to say anything until somebody notices and asks him if he’s okay

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Padawan
Obi-Wan Kenobi was a sixteen year old padawan.

And
he was utterly miserable at the current moment as he sat in nav
class, trying to focus on the lesson that Master Shaak had stepped in
to cover for their unlucky master Frigg, the poor lady coming down
with a nasty case of mate separation as Urudo, her omega mate, had
been gone longer than she should be.

The
issue however Obi-Wan wasn’t quite sure of though Qui-Gon had noted
that Obi-Wan looked rather pale and a bit fevered this morning as
Obi-Wan reluctantly nibbled on some toast.

Maybe
he was coming down with something, he
had to admit he was aching in his muscles so maybe he was coming down
with a cold or something.

And
then he felt something trickle, a sliding sensation from his arse and
oh no.

No
this wasn’t happening.

This
couldn’t
be happening.

Obi-Wan
felt himself pale and flush at the same time, his hands clenching
into fists on his keyboard as
realization hit him like a shuttle bus.

He
couldn’t karking be presenting in class
and certainly not as and omega,
he was suppose to turn into a beta!

That
was what the healers had theorized and projected, that Obi-Wan’s
very slow and late presentation meant that his body just didn’t
have the hormones necessary to become either an omega or an alpha and
all examinations up until this point, embarrassing as they had been,
hadn’t shown the developments in either directions.

But
it was undeniable.

Obi-Wan
was producing a minor amount of slick, as only omegas did. The first
time heat, the one that wasn’t suppose to attract any alphas though
occasionally did, the one to inform the omega of what they were and
that it was time to prepare and take precautions.

And
Obi-Wan was in class,
he was presenting in class,
in front of everyone and he couldn’t bring himself to call for
Master Shaak, couldn’t bring himself to do anything except sit
there in mortification and shame.

Because
Obi-Wan wasn’t suppose to present like this.

“Padawan
Kenobi?” A warm, gentle hand rested on his shoulder and Obi-Wan had
to resist the urge to bite it because his instincts were telling him
to run with that touch and he looked up at master Shaak with wide
eyes, trembling faintly. “Are you alright?” She murmured, her
brows furrowed slightly and her lekkus twitching faintly.

Her
words brought everyone else attention on him, everyone staring at him
curiously and suddenly Obi-Wan regretted sitting in the back off the
classroom.

Shaking,
Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to shut it, his teeth clicking, when
master’s Shaak’s eyes suddenly went wide. “Oh dear, that…
padawan Kenobi, I’ll call your master to escort you back to your
quarters.” She stated sternly, reaching for her comm.

Swallowing
heavily, Obi-Wan opened his mouth to argue only to shut up when she
held up her hand.

“This
is standard procedure padawan Kenobi, omegas first presentation are
not to wander the halls alone in case any alpha’s get… ideas.”
Shaak assured even as Obi-Wan took notice of the other padawans
whispering behind their hands to each other, their eyes wide and some
were starting to discreetly sniff at the air.

The
scent wouldn’t have reached them yet, this was Obi-Wan’s first
time, he wasn’t in the thrall of it yet and this was only the
warning scent to send omegas to their nest and find their mates if
they already had them.

But
even Jedi alphas sometimes got… ideas as Shaak hinted at.

And
so Obi-Wan waited, sinking down in his chair with his face burning as
Shaak had called for Master Qui-Gon, their bond flashing with alarm
when the man got informed and that just made Obi-Wan burn even more.

It
didn’t get any better when the man literally ran into the room,
wild eyes scanning the room before landing on Obi-Wan. Without
stopping to listen to master Shaak, Qui-Gon crossed the room in four
long strides and threw his robe around Obi-Wan, swaddling him in the
protective alpha scent before lifting his padawan up and grabbing the
bag with the holopads to rest on his shoulder. “Thank you master
Shaak, your message has been received and I shall inform the healers.
Thank you and may the Force be with you.” Qui-Gon said briskly,
already heading out the door with the wrapped up Obi-Wan in his arms.

The
man didn’t pause, walking at a near run pace to get Obi-Wan away
from the classroom and with a quiet whine, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms
around his master’s neck to press his face into his shoulder.
“I-I’m sorry.” He whispered against the skin, suppressing the
desire to sob. He wasn’t a child regardless how shocked and upset
he was.

“Shhh,”
Qui-Gon’s tone softened, his arms squeezing Obi-Wan carefully.
“It’s alright padawan, it’s going to be alright kiddo. We’ll
get you to our quarters and have you bundled away in your room.”
The man promised, the deep rumble of his voice soothing despite
Obi-Wan’s distress.

Clinging
to his mentor, Obi-Wan let himself cry quiet tears, knowing Qui-Gon
would do nothing to embarrass him at this moment, the alpha oozing
protectiveness for his cub.

#snowwhitepurity: what moves does Ani put on Obi?

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Have
you ever heard the sound of a living branch snapping?

Anyone
who has lived around trees has of course but there are those who has
never seen a real tree in their life so to those who haven’t heard
it, it’s like a wet snapping noise.

That
is the noise Obi-Wan’s knee made as he snaps
to his feet and
instantly
freeze in surprised pain,
letting out a soft whine as he allowed his padawan to drag him back
down on the dirty
red lounge bench,
rubbing at his knees in
confusion.
“Oh dear Force, how long have I been asleep?” He complained
quietly, unconsciously tucking up against Anakin’s side.

Quickly
slipping his arm around the just awake man, Anakin smiled wryly.
“Long enough for me to have gotten us up and away, we’re on our
way home to Coruscant on autopilot right now. The
ritual side effect knocked you out so I carried you back to the ship
and got us going so we weren’t impeding.”
He explained quietly, trying not to marvel at the feeling of the
other in his grasp.

Letting
out an understanding hum, Obi-Wan smacked his lips, glancing to the
small ship fridge before looking pleadingly at his padawan, feeling
his knees ache from the abrupt way he had stood up.

Snorting,
Anakin got up and headed over to the little kitchenette part of the
lounge, quickly grabbing a water bottle and returning to his master,
sitting down beside him.

As
he opened the bottle, he once more tucked up against Anakin’s side.
‘Translator was right, Obi-Wan is clingy.’ Anakin noted to
himself as he petted his master’s fluffy hair, watching him slowly
sip and wake up, his sleep stiff body and mind slowly waking up from
it’s forced sleep.

It
be easy to get one up on Obi-Wan like this.

And
to do it would be an utter dick move of Anakin, he wasn’t about to
flirt or take advantage of Obi-Wan when he was karking vulnerable
like this after being tampered with.

Instead
he dropped his cheek on the others fluffed up hair with his arm
around the man’s shoulders. “How
you feeling?” He questioned softly, resisting the urge to rub his
cheek against the copper hair.

“Awful
frankly, I hate resting in the middle of the day.” Obi-Wan grimaced
and took a bigger sip of water to rinse out his mouth and force
himself awake clearly. “What the kark happened?” He shifted
against his padawan, paused then squirmed a bit.

Yeah,
best explain.

“You
got caught in a side effect of the ritual, apparently the ancient
ones had criteria for adulthood and you didn’t fill it out so…
you’re gonna be clingy for a few hours.” Anakin quickly summed up
and then went quiet as Obi-Wan turned thoughtful.

And
then his ears, back of his neck and cheeks went red. “Oh. Oh right,
well that’s… that’s barbaric.” Obi-Wan grimaced heavily.

Snorting,
Anakin petted at the others side absently, trying not to melt
inwardly at how comfortable it was to hold Obi-Wan. “You’re
telling me, I barely held it together when the Translator explained
to me what was up. Their ancient ones had some twisted ideas.” He
grumbled in revulsion.

Obi-Wan
let out a softly agreeing noise, still blushing a deep red as he
fiddled with the bottle of water.

“…Hey,
you know there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin master,”
Anakin pointed out carefully, sensing how uncomfortable the other
was. “No shame in waiting or… or even just not being interested.”
Oh that hurt to say.

Anakin
loved
Obi-Wan, wanted him but…

Well
he wasn’t a fucking rapist and if Obi-Wan just… didn’t have
those desires then that was it.

He
got a sheepish smile, coupled with flushing cheeks and Obi-Wan
shrugging a bit. “Just never felt right. I know people engage in
casual sex and I have been tempted at times but… only when I’ve
been close to the person in question.” He mumbled and took a
smaller sip this time.

Blinking,
Anakin tried not to let out a yell of delight and instead just took a
calming breath through his nose.

He
still totally had a chance, Obi-Wan wasn’t asexual or sex repulsed
or anything.

He
just… he needed a connection.

Anakin
could work with that but instead of verbally answering to reassure,
Anakin just let out an understanding humming and settled his cheek on
Obi-Wan’s hair again, the two settling into a comfortable silence
with the rumbling of the ship engine below them, one trying to wake
up and shake the effects from the ritual and one setting up one idea
after the other for the future and his wooing attempt.

Can we have more of the daredevil recklessness au with Dooku learning about the crazy shit obiwan has done due to temple gossip? With Dooku making sure Obiwan has proper climbing equipment because Obiwan will probably never stop so might as well making it safer for him? Becaus3 Dooku did the same stupid daredevil shit Obiwan did ergo quigon is getting more gray hair and heart attacks from dooku’s encouragement.

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Hiding
his delight behind a serene smile, Yan took a new sip of his tea as
Qui-Gon stared at him with the promise of death in his eyes.

Kinda.

Well
not really, more like despair as he gripped his hands in his
leggings.

And
meanwhile Obi-Wan was excitedly squeaking and wiggling as he tested
out the gloves Yan had given him.

Climbing
gloves to be precise.

He
had heard from Jocasta how his young grand padawan was quite the
reckless daredevil, something she had cheerfully reminded him that he
had used to do. So Yan had been rather amused by that news and had
picked up a gift for Obi-Wan before showing up to meet his former
padawan at the tea salon in the temple.

Well
one of them, but he preferred the twi’lek inspired one, it smelled
of deep, aromatic herbs and was colored in deep blues and greens with
black furniture.

And
now it had an excitable young boy with a new gift.

“These
are awesome! These are miniature sticky hooks that can aid someone in
climbing up a slippery surface, almost like a spider would without
damaging the wall or surface, which would leave no visible mark if
you were infiltrating.” He squeaked with awe and fascination as he
examined the gloves he was wearing.

“Yes,
they are very good to climb with, you should try them.” Yan hummed
quietly, gesturing at the wall.

Instantly,
Obi-Wan’s eyes lit up and before his master could stop him, was
racing towards the wall, already scaling it like the utter loon the
boy was.

Just
as Yan was as a teen and oh it was so amusing to see the look of
despair and utter conflict on Qui-Gon’s face.

“You
utter asshole.” Qui-Gon whispered with horror, looking white as a
sheet as the two, along with all the other Jedi in the tea salon,
watched Obi-Wan scale the wall with excited little chirps.

“Oh
I know,” Yan stated in satisfaction, switching between watching
Qui-Gon smugly as his disheveled old padawan rubbed at his face and
looking at his grand padawan fondly as the boy rather quickly and
efficiently made his way up the wall, quickly learning his way around
the gloves.

Oh
if he had been twenty or even just ten years younger, he would have
taken this boy on as his padawan, Kenobi was an utter delight and a
pride to any lineage and he was rather happy Qui-Gon had taken him
on.

“Do
take care not to slip out of the gloves my boy when you reach the
ceiling!” He called after Obi-Wan, smirking when Qui-Gon let out an
aghast squeak.

“Yes
master Yan!” Obi-Wan called back and after a few moments called
again. “These gloves should have matching knee pads! It would make
this easier!”

Pausing,
Yan considered that before chuckling and nodding.

“No!”
Qui-Gon hissed, eyes fastened on his padawan as the boy was now
moving onto the ceiling, ‘climbing’ it in a manner with excited
wide eyes as he hung miles up over them. “You will not get him
climbing pads too! He is already reckless enough as is, he tried to
climb the tower of knowledge without support!” Qui-Gon growled,
twisting his hands worriedly together.

Hesitating,
Yan tapped his fingers on the table between them. “…So what
you’re telling me is that I need to add a helmet to the gifts.”
He clarified before smirking at Qui-Gon’s disbelieving and
terrified groan.

‘Spider
boy, spider boy, does whatever a spider does…’ Yan hummed
internally, going back to watching Obi-Wan as the boy crawled along
the ceiling with a combination of the gloves and the Force, sparking
with delight as he peered down at everyone with wide green eyes.

Truly
a little devil.

Yan
liked
his grand padawan very much.

Jediarecats: Padme sees the video. Please keep the anidala? The video explains things Padme had been wondering about her husband, and if anything endears him even more. She also starts wondering if this make Ahsoka their child.

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Letting
out an embarrassed meep as he rushed over to the trooper in the vid,
Kit covered his face with his hands and let out a small groan. “This
is… how did this get leaked onto UsTube!?” He asked loudly
through his hands.

Rubbing
her lekku, Shaak stared at the still running vid thoughtfully as her
holo was presented in her chair as usual, her position on Kamino too
important to leave. “I would imagine someone hacked the GAR run
section and loaded it over. I remember Yatter and Scream giggling
about this video two or three months ago so it’s most likely been
there the entire ti-” She suddenly cut herself off, freezing.

Glancing
over at her, his hand resting on his forehead, Obi-Wan swallowed. “Oh
no, you thought of something?” He mumbled.

“There
are more than one video,” Shaak rasped out, eyes wide, her lekkus
curling and twitching as she stared at nothing. “I remember them
playing all of them for the little ones, to make them more
comfortable with the Jedi they would come to serve. There were…
eight or nine videos all in total. Whoever posted it to UsTube
might-”

“Upload
all of them.” Mace finished in a tired tone before frowning,
pausing with his hand over his scalp. “Would
that be so bad, really?” He glanced at the others thoughtfully.

Everyone
stared at the grandmaster for a long moment before turning equally
thoughtful, considering it all.

Tapping
his cane on his chair, Yoda let out a deep and thoughtful humming
noise. “Good publicity this has given the Jedi, overturned many an
old prejudiced it has for a simple movie.” He murmured quietly as
the rain thundered against the windows of the council chamber.

Rubbing
his chin slowly, Plo let out a low rumbling noise. “I have to
admit, people have been… less wary of having me around I’ve
noticed when I went down to the slums.” He noted quietly.

“You
too huh?” Depa hummed, tapping her fingers together quietly as she
sat back in her chair.

The
entire council fell into a contemplating silence before exchanging
long looks and then nodding as they came to agreement.

They
would do nothing
about the video.

Not
have it taken down, not make a statement about it for now, no
comments, no acknowledgment, no nothing.

As
far as the rest of the galaxy knew, the Jedi were totally oblivious
to the fact that they were trending on UsTube.

Now
it was in the Force hand how that decision would go.

()()()

Covering
her mouth as she giggled, Padme stared at the little clip of her
husband and his padawan basically eating what looked like an entire
bantha worth of food in one sitting, both he and Ahsoka absently
poking or shoving each other as they ate, both obviously trying to
annoy each other.

Meanwhile
Obi-Wan sat behind them on another table, sporting what was obviously
a faux dignified look for a few seconds when he thought someone was
looking, only for him to grab peas and flicker it at hair and
monterals respectively with a look of utter mischievousness on his
face.

That
did
explain a lot about the peas she kept finding in Anakin’s hood when
he came home.

Meanwhile
the trooper who had filmed the entire debacle continued commenting on
the utter mischievousness and eating habits of felines and how they
compared to Jedi, using two of the most prominent members as example
in this one.

And
the videos did explain quite a bit about Padme’s husband honestly.

Like
his tendency to climb all over things he didn’t need to or jump
from the oddest of heights.

Honestly,
being a Force sensitive was a bit like being a cat clearly because
she didn’t think it was isolated to Jedi alone.

The
Force seemed to give them a few behavioral ticks and the rest was
history.

‘I
do have to admit,’ Padme mused as she blindly picked up one of her
cookies while staring at the screen. ‘This exposure is doing the
Jedi a world of good, I’ve noticed less grumblings about them in
the Senate as of the last week or so.’ She thought happily to
herself.

Finally
some positive or at least thought provoking things were being said
about them and not just negative or angry things.

And
Anakin looked absolutely adorable being fussed over by Obi-Wan, so
Padme took that moment to take a few screenshots of her husband and
his master, cooing around the cookie.

They
were just being adorable!

How
could she not get a few screenshots for her own amusement sake!

Heyy hey, we haven’t hear for breakabarrier in forever, I need more Omega-verse ObiAniDala. How are the babies doing? And anything else you want to add.

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Hissing
slightly at the cold, Obi-Wan gave the amused looking healer a slight
glare even as Padme gently stroked his hair and Anakin squeezed his
hand reassuringly. “A warning would have been appreciated,
I had no idea you were adding Hoth to my stomach.” Obi-Wan drawled
at her.

Laughing,
the healer shook her head. “It’s not as cold as it feels and I
did tell you that it would be cool.” Miranda pointed out but before
Obi-Wan could answer her, the woman had placed the ultrasound tool to
his belly, carefully rolling it over the somewhat wet skin from the
gel to get a clear image.

And
that shut Obi-Wan up.

Because
even with the blurry blue image they could all tell that there were
two.

Two
little lives, twitching and squirming inside of him. Little
limbs, twitching hands and feet, little bodies, all fully formed and
just in need of growing now after what he knew from the baby books he
had been reading.

Two
of them which explained Obi-Wan’s size.

Twins?

Healer
Miranda let out an amused noise. “Well would you look at that,”
She stated as the image became clearer, all three parents leaning in
closer to
look at slowly moving limbs.
“It
seems congratulations are in order for all, there is one implantation
from both Senator Amidala and Knight Skywalker, both in each their
amniotic sac, though you could call them twins I imagine as they will
come out together once labor happens.” She chuckled in soft
amusement, the beta slowly rolling the tool over Obi-Wan’s five
month large belly.

The
healers had said they heard two heartbeats but to actually see
them… well that was different and Obi-Wan clenched his hand on
Anakin’s while pushing into Padme’s hand in his hair as he stared
at the image.

Those
were their babies.

Two
of them.

“Do
you want to know the gender of them? I already assume you want a copy
holo to display or put into image form for frames, so I’ll provide
that.” Miranda hummed, leaning over to type at the terminal for
said copy.

Glancing
at his mates, Obi-Wan shrugged then smiled. “No, the gender can be
a surprise. It’s not like we’re going to know their secondary
gender until they’re teens anyhow so the first gender doesn’t
matter either.” He said calmly, breathing out when the ultrasound
tool was removed.

Padme
instantly took one of the flannels and started to clean off his
stomach, smiling softly at him. “That’s very true. And you’ve
already started to nest so we have lots of clothes and toys already
for both.” She teased lovingly before leaning forward and stealing
a kiss from their omega.

Humming
against the soft lips, Obi-Wan used his free hand to cup the back of
her head, prolonging the chaste kiss slightly longer before letting
go and looking at the thrilled looking Anakin, the knight sporting a
smile so wide it was basically his entire face.

Okay
that was exaggerating but still, his smile was huge.

“Babies.”
He cooed in a gooey voice, both Padme and Obi-Wan laughing as they
fixed up the Jedi master tunic.

Helping
Obi-Wan stand, Anakin face somehow went even more bright. “We
should go celebrate! We know it’s two now!” He wiggled excitedly
while looking between the two.

Perking
up, Padme nodded while sliding her arm around Obi-Wan, pulling him
into her side. “Yes, that does sound like a lovely idea, I can get
us a table at the White Guarlara, one of my uncles owns part of it so
we haven an open invitation to a table.” She explained with her own
little excited wiggle that she was trying to hide.

Endeared
by his rather adorable two alpha’s, Obi-Wan let out a thoughtful
hum then nodded. “Naboo cuisine does sound rather appealing right
now and it would be a thing to celebrate despite the awfulness of the
war. But I need to speak with Mace before we go,” He said before
chuckling when both gave him wary looks. “Nothing bad, I just need
to collect some information he had for me about my investigation. I’m
so
close to figuring out the identity of who is helping Dooku, I can
just feel
it.” He grinned at them.

Laughing
softly, Anakin ducked down and gave Obi-Wan a chaste kiss on the
lips. “Alright, find Windu first and then
we go celebrate, a nice delicious none alcoholic cider for you, wine
for Padme and juice for me.” He murmured lovingly.

“Oh,
I hope they have Naboo cider and not the local stuff, it’s been
ages since I had any of that.” Obi-Wan hummed, accepting the little
keycard from Miranda with their copy holo, ignoring Anakin and Padme
exchanging fond, loving looks over his head.

He
was busier peering at the still twitching holo of his children on the
terminal, watching their little limbs.

Those
were inside of him.

They
were the future he was fighting for, the peace he wanted to give to.

He
would give them it for as long as there was breath in his body.

Oneleggedrace: Obi-Wan and anakin go on their first mission! Qui-Gon reflects on theirs

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Anakin
Skywalker is the best master in the entire temple and Obi-Wan will
defend that title to his last breath.

So
what if he isn’t perfect?

Every
Jedi makes mistakes.

A
chosen one is still human and that makes you inclined to mistakes and
anyone who thinks that just cause he can be a bit loud or have
a
bit too emotion much
on his sleeve can stick their lightsaber up thei-

“Obi.”
The amused voice cut his thought off and Obi-Wan looked up, coloring
a bit as Anakin sent him a clearly amused and knowing glance.

Apparently
Obi-Wan had been broadcasting a bit into the bond… oops. “Um…”
He would offer to apologize but that wouldn’t be right because he
wasn’t sorry.

Laughing,
Anakin shifted his mech hand to hold the strap of his bag and ruffled
Obi-Wan’s hair with his flesh hand, smiling as the redhead pushed
into the touch. “It’s fine, but you should keep those thoughts
behind your shields.” He teased lightly before resting his hand on
Obi-Wan shoulder, both of them moving forward as the elevator came to
a stop and the door opened to Hanger B.

Obi-Wan
was finally in a state to take mission, moving impeccably to the
point no one could tell that he was on a mech leg and he was excited.

His
first mission with Anakin!

Utterly
excited, Obi-Wan didn’t take notice of sad blue eyes watching him
and Anakin didn’t see the observant eyes either as the knight let
out a yelp when he saw what ship they were given, the knight marching
up to the mechanic to loudly argue and complain about the junker.

It
amused Obi-Wan to no end as he stood at his master’s side as the
man dropped his bag to wave his arms around while explaining all the
reasons said junker should be in repair and the exasperated mechanic
argued right back that this was the ship Skywalker was getting until
he brought one back alive.

Apparently
his master had a reputation and that was amusing even as Obi-Wan
reached up and grasped Anakin’s tunic hem shyly.

Instantly
Anakin’s flesh hand dropped from gesticulating to his padawan’s
head, lightly rubbing at his scalp.

Practically
purring, Obi-Wan leaned into his master with the noises of the hanger
echoing around them and the thoughts of his first mission with Anakin
to oversee a governmental ruling shift from democratic to monarch on
the planet of Tellus-V in mind.

()()()

‘He
looks so happy. Had
he ever looked that happy with me?’ Qui-Gon wondered as he observed
both of his former padawans, his own bag on his shoulder as he was
preparing for a diplomatic mission to the mid-cores.

Obi-Wan
looked practically asleep on his feet as he leaned into Anakin’s
side, a smile on his lips as he pressed his head into the hand and
Anakin was unconsciously bestowing Obi-Wan with affection even as he
continued to argue rather loudly with Yidda about the shuttle they
were given.

Clearly
Anakin did not approve of it.

And
yet, even as he had focus on arguing in an attempt to get a better
shuttle, he was still giving Obi-Wan attention, soothing the padawan
wordlessly.

Even
from a distance Qui-Gon could tell that the boy was excited.

A
little bit nervous but mostly excited, having healed enough to leave
the temple and it made Qui-Gon think of their first mission.

Obi-Wan
had been excited then too, their mission being a common one to
observe treaties being written but he had not been as happy.

Because
Qui-Gon had been standoffish despite taking the boy on.

Despite
everything Obi-Wan had done and said, Qui-Gon had held himself
somewhat apart and hurt the boy even though he had given him an
apprenticeship. Qui-Gon’s time with the mind healers were proving
very… enlightening he would have to say as he came to see his
behavior as others must have seen it.

And
it did not paint him in good light.

His
nature had made Obi-Wan desperate to please him, had exasperated
already bad habits like Obi-Wan’s reckless disregard for his own
life and now all Qui-Gon could do was sit and mourn his past actions
because the past could not be changed.

Only
the now and the future and as he watched Anakin finally slump and
give in,
giving their ship a look of utter
distaste,
Qui-Gon quietly bowed his head to his former padawan, a man who was a
superior guardian and teacher.

Maybe
one day the two would speak with him again, maybe one day they could
heal the rifts but Qui-Gon wouldn’t ask for it, it was not his
place to ask, not with the pain he had left Obi-Wan with even as the
boy now moved flawlessly.

Qui-Gon
had still cost that boy his leg.

That
was still his fault and Qui-Gon Jinn would admit that and everything
else he had done towards a boy who had only ever deserved his care
and guidance, never his scorn.

‘Good
luck Obi-Wan, may the Force be with you little imp.’ Qui-Gon
thought sadly as the redhead beamed up at his master as they moved up
the ramp.

Happy
and safe as all padawans should be with their master.

So in the one with the hot pants, Quinlan is the reason he had to wear them the first time. Where they friends? I mean, it seems like Quin obviously wanted to take a bite out of Obi, and he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to not shoot his shot. Did Obi go for it? What’s their relationship like now, during the clone wars?

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“Well
frip
me,” Obi-Wan paused, smirking a bit to himself as he heard that all
too familiar voice behind him before turning around to give Quinlan a
faux serene look. “When I heard you were back in hot pants I
thought it was a karking joke, but you’re actually wearing them.”
Quinlan wandered over, his thumbs hooked into his belt as
he gave the Jedi dressed in red and gold hot pants a leering look.

Humming
faintly, Obi-Wan gave a small shrug. “I don’t have any other
clothes, unfortunately. These
are the only ones left that are
mine…
though your arrival does herald the coming of my bag happily, so hand
it over Quin.” Obi-Wan didn’t hold out his hand, kept leaning on
the table with his pale legs on display.

He
smugly watched as Quinlan’s throat bobbed a bit when
he glanced down.
“Kark, seeing you in that get up brings memories back… sure
you’re still saying no?” The kiffar grinned wryly.

Rolling
his eyes, Obi-Wan chuckled while crossing his arms over his chest,
ignoring the way Quinlan’s eyes fell to his stomach and the others
man’s fingers twitched with want to touch the flexing muscles.

“Eh,
still your loss Obes, I give a mean horizontal tango,” Quinlan
winked before wiggling his hand. “I got your stuff on the ship
though. Not sure what was packed though, you know those laundry
droids but hopefully they got you everything you needed.”

Humming
faintly, Obi-Wan straightened and then, unable to resist showing off
a bit, stretched enough for his muscles to ripple.

A
wave of arousal hit him in
the Force and
Obi-Wan’s mouth was very dry suddenly.

Force,
he had forgotten how it felt to be desired.

Being
around Anakin, who at first was too young and then later was very
protective, Obi-Wan had put a lid on any lewd behavior, not willing
to expose a young Anakin to it and later on just finding it a hassle
when Anakin hovered over potential lovers.

But
to feel it again, to feel desirable…

It
was very flattering, having the respect of his men simultaneously as
they found him attractive.

It
could almost make a man conside-nope!

Nope,
he was not going there.

These
were his men, sleeping with any of them would be a breach of conduct
and regs, despite the Jedi not really being an army and just agreeing
to lead the troopers to aid the Republic.

But
they still had to adhere to the rules.

Kinda?

There
was a regs book of course but did those really include the Jedi
despite them being Generals?

Obi-Wan
wasn’t sure if he was honest.

The
Jedi was a self sufficient organization, they had agreed to be
Generals yes but did that force them to follow the regs rule book as
the other commanders and generals that weren’t Jedi?

‘Of
course it does,’ Obi-Wan sighed inwardly as he followed Quinlan to
the ship to get clothes. ‘The Jedi are not above the law. They
never have been and we will die in this war.’ Obi-Wan looked to his
friend and smiled meekly when Quinlan sent him a concerned glance.

Quin
raised a hand and settled it on the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, forcing
him to relax at the comforting grasp.

“…We’re
going to be okay. Just take some deep breaths Obi-Wan.” He murmured
quietly while leading him up the ship ramp.

Huffing
slightly, Obi-Wan leaned more into the touch. “Yeah… Thanks
Quinlan.” He whispered, his tone indicating for more than the
comfort.

Smiling
slightly, the other Jedi shrugged in a ‘course’ manner. “…My
offer is still on the table though, just saying.” Quinlan said
after a few minutes, provoking a laugh from Obi-Wan which had Quinlan
smiling in satisfaction.

()()()

Staring
at the ramp without blinking, Cody took a deep breath through his
mouth.

“So
we totally can’t kill General Vos right?” Helix questioned,
tilting his head. “Or even stuff him in a barrel and send him
outside of a waterfall just to distract him?” He tacked on after a
second of the rest of the vode staring at him in surprise. “Oh come
on, you were all thinking it!”

“Yeah
but none of us were going to say it and you’re the medic.”
Killer pointed out, grinning a bit.

Helix
response to that was to stick out his tongue much to everyone’s
amusement even as they wanted to roll General Vos out into the local
river.

I want you to know only being able to send asks on Mobile is ANNOYING! Mypainyourpain: what’s with this Soul Withering, like, is having the soulmate a cure or what? Are they even going to tell Obi he and Qui are soulamtes? Or they just waiting until he’s like 18 or something?

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The
first time Qui-Gon had heard about Soul Withering, he had been
fifteen and at Yan’s side, watching a man being subdued by the
local law enforcement after he had started wrecking everything in
sight and screaming his head off.

It
had been…

Quite
the experience sufficient to say, to watch a gaunt, almost
skeletonish twi’lek go from quietly leaning against their siblings
side to suddenly screaming in utter pain as their eyes started to
leak with blood.

Yan
had taken him aside after that and quietly sat him down, explaining
to him what Soul Withering was.

It
was a soul who couldn’t live without a soulmate, someone who
started to decay from the inside out without
the second part to their soul.

Yan
had explained it as ‘closing the circle’ with a soul bond,
staunching a wound in one soulmate.

However…
for a person with Soul Withering…

Food
started to loose their flavor, sounds became without joy, music lost
it luster and just… the galaxy became duller to them and eventually
their soul caved in on them to the point they went insane and then
died.

It
was then Qui-Gon had been told of Cadina, one of the Jedi who had it.

How
it was even worse for a Force sensitive as their bodies experienced
the loss even more keenly somehow. Yan had theorized it had something
to do with the bond Force sensitive shared or made with those they
cared for but no one knew for sure since no one knew why Soul
Withering even happened.

It
was like a genetic default that just happened somehow, a minor fault
and then boom, you had it and scientists had yet to isolated the why.

And
his soul mate had it.

There
had been something… odd with his own soul, yes, and Yan had taken
him to the soul healers more than most padawan’s but apparently it
wasn’t Qui-Gon’s soul there was something with. But Obi-Wan’s.

Watching
his padawan work on his homework, sipping his own tea, Qui-Gon
decided then and there that Obi-Wan was not to know.

He
couldn’t know about the Soul Withering for his own health.

He
wouldn’t know about the soul bond yet because he was underage.

Things
would be hard enough as it was, Qui-Gon knew that their future was a
bit iffy and the fact that he was Obi-Wan’s master was strained
enough as it was, it be better if Obi-Wan did not
know.

It
was apparent that the council were also doing their job to give
Qui-Gon as much leeway as possible, for he had noticed that his
budget was suddenly a lot bigger for potential lodgings when they
were on missions.

To
avoid them sharing a bed.

Often
Jedi ended up sharing a bed, both to cut down on costs but also
because the space was limited, but with Obi-Wan and him…

Well
the situation was more delicate.

Being
Obi-Wan’s soulmate as well as his master was really not something
most approved of but their situation was unique, Obi-Wan was sick
and Qui-Gon had to be around him to keep him alive, the apprentice
bond functioning like a band aid on a life threatening wound.

A
large band aid perhaps but that was all it was, it wasn’t a fix or
a cure or even a stitching for said ‘wound’, it was just a
temporary patching until Obi-Wan was old enough to be told and the
soul bond could be initiated and Qui-Gon couldn’t help but hope
that his young soulmate wasn’t his padawan then.

But
he couldn’t count on that.

Catching
Obi-Wan’s puzzled eyes, Qui-Gon realized with some embarrassment
that his unease was slipping into the Force and he leaned forward,
using his free hand to ruffle the others short, spiky hair. “Just
thinking padawan, future missions and such.” He assured quietly,
smiling when Obi-Wan grinned in return and went back to his homework.

No,
he couldn’t count on the bond working for as long as the
apprenticeship lasted… but he could hope.

Hope
that Obi-Wan would get past it without letting their soulmate status
get in the way as Qui-Gon was spending almost every interaction
between them analyzing that he did not do too much or too little or
touch Obi-Wan inappropriately, not that he wanted to, Obi-Wan was very much a child still and Qui-Gon did not find children remotely… well yeah, he wasn’t that kind of man.

But once people learned, they may not look at him too kindly anymore and Qui-Gon…

Force…
this was such a difficult situation.

He hoped at least Obi-Wan would grow happy and healthy, not worrying as he was.

It was all he wanted for the soulmate he had spent so long waiting for, to be happy.

So you had a smol Obi series but could we have a platonic Ani and Obi shot where Anakin is amazed by his tiny, short master?

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Anakin’s
master is not a large man.

When
he was a child, Obi-Wan had seemed so much larger than life and
Anakin had adored being picked up by the man and carried on his arm
or on his back in a piggy back ride, seeing the world around him from
a new vantage point.

However
as he got older, Anakin realized that for a human male, Obi-Wan was…
petite.

Not
outright short, just not very tall either for a man as Anakin quickly reached
him and then surpassed him, ranging
over the other man with head and shoulders as he peered down at the
redhead and marveled at how such a small man could fill a room so
well.

At
sixteen, Obi-Wan fits very well into Anakin’s lap, tucked into his
collarbone as he gives into the need for rest and Anakin hums a quiet
Tatooine lullaby into the master’s ear, Obi-Wan’s hands trapped
between their chests and his breaths soft.

Their
camp in the forest is quiet outside of the insects and Anakin’s
voice and the sky is brightly lit by three small moons and a treasure
chest of stars that Anakin still wishes he could visit all of them
but his focus is on the man in his lap being kept warm and secure.

It
gives Anakin a moment to figure out that Obi-Wan is a bit broader
than expected but yes, petite is a good word for what Obi-Wan is as
he can fit into practically any lap with ease and cuddle in close,
giving him a nice perch for sleeping with another person’s Jedi
robe wrapped around him like a makeshift blanket.

And
his master does sometimes play up his own petiteness Anakin knows, if
it can benefit them on a mission, Obi-Wan will use every advantage he
can while tying back his hair and fluttering his eyes at someone,
trying to make them seem larger to endear himself to someone.

But
when it’s only them, Obi-Wan is just himself and he’s just so
kriffing small to Anakin that the padawan can wrap his arms around
his master and rest his chin on the man’s head in ease, his robe
wrapping around both of them as they try to stay dry from rain or
hide from the sun, sand or wind depending on the climate of the world
they are at.

If
Anakin were to take a guess at how tall Obi-Wan was, hmm… he would
guess the man would be somewhere around 5,3 honestly.

Certainly
not taller at least but he was sure the man was not below 5.

And
Anakin wasn’t sure if he could ask Obi-Wan since his height could
be a sensitive subject even if Obi-Wan didn’t outright state it, he
did grimace a lot when Vos would come bouncing up the hall, loudly
calling for Oafy-Wan and then pick Obi-Wan up, throwing him into the
air like some kind of youngling and then cuddle him like an oversized
plush.

But
that could be more about the disrespect in public that Vos was
exhibition as he was honestly treating Obi-Wan like a youngling and
that did little to impress the redhead.

Which
reassured Anakin a bit because that meant the two at least weren’t
fucking.

He
liked Vos well enough, just… Obi-Wan, if he was dating someone,
should have someone who treated him right.

Pondering
that thought while nuzzling at red hair, Anakin mused that there
weren’t many who he’d trust.

Obi-Wan
deserved someone who’d treat him right, a generous lover, a kind
person, someone who’d hold Obi-Wan’s hand and not make him feel
bad about himself.

Tiny
smol master’s deserved to be treated well.

‘Maybe
we could go on double dates then!’ Anakin thought excitedly to
himself, shifting himself back against the tree behind him for
support, the camp fire long ago having burned down.

He’d
love for his master to come on a double date with him and Padme, once
Anakin himself had managed to woo the beautiful senator that is and
he can easily imagine Obi-Wan on the arm of someone, because Obi-Wan
is certainly the arm candy of someone else, be they male or female.
‘Maybe Duchess Satine? He’d look good on her arm.’ Anakin
pondered only for his thoughts to be interrupted by a deep yawn.

Tilting
his head back, Anakin let out a deep sigh.

Maybe
thinking about this in the morning would be better because sleep
sounded rather wonderful right now.

Tucked
up together, Anakin quite contently fell asleep with a quiet snore.