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Hi Moddy, In Hoarder will we find out how Obi handles a blaster? … and that wasn’t meant to sound like it did, but if your mind is as dirty as mine seems to be … I’m sure Codu wouldn’t mind :D

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Huffing
slightly as he lowered his blaster, Obi-Wan smiled to himself before
laughing when he got stunned applause from the rest of the peanut
gallery. “Why thank you all.” He teased saucily as he turned a
bit, grinning at men.

“Damn
General, I had no idea you could handle a blaster that well,” Boil
leaned on the table of the blaster lane. “When you came down to the
blaster range I was curious if you were just here to watch, but stang
General.” He grinned happily, rubbing at his own swollen stomach.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan put his blaster away in the inside tunic pocket he
had sewn specially for it in case someone took away his robe. “I
may find blasters uncivilized because it makes it too easy for people
to kill and threaten and hurt, but I do still know my way around them
for an emergency situation… and to be fair,” He gestured to his
swollen belly, which he grumpily noticed was bigger than Boil despite
the other being a month further along than him at six months. “I’m
not in a condition to wield a lightsaber properly at the moment and
duel.” Obi-Wan said wryly.

“And
I would prefer it if you didn’t cyare.” Cody said as he entered
with Qui-Gon following on his heel, the old Jedi’s eyes sparkling
with worry before relaxing when he noted that Obi-Wan was fine.

Obi-Wan
would have to thank Helix honestly, the medic had taken both Qui-Gon
and Anakin aside and explained to them that their overly fussy ways
of protecting the pregnant Jedi was causing more stress than lowering
it.

And
that was the last thing either he or Boil needed, though the troopers
were doing better in regards to that.

Pouting
a bit, Obi-Wan waddled over to Cody. “Oh come on, you know that I
wouldn’t. The healers have already warned me how much stress that
would put on my body. Only slow shii-cho katas for me.” He wrapped
his arms around the others neck, leaning into Cody’s armored body.

Cody
returned the affection, stroking Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face
before rubbing their noses together with a small smile. “And thank
little gods blood for that, because you cause me stress enough as
is.” He murmured quietly and then stole a chaste kiss.

Snorting
softly, Obi-Wan looked to Qui-Gon, raising his brow at the man’s
amused and pleased look.

Shrugging
faintly, Qui-Gon settled his thumbs into his belt. “Just pleased to
see you so happy, it’s been a long time and you’ve always been so
serious my padawan.” He rumbled out, chuckling when Obi-Wan flushed
and hid in Cody’s neck despite his stomach getting in the way of
getting as close as he wanted to the man. “Aaaanyhow,” He decided
not to tease and changed the subject instead. “We’ll be reaching
Alderaan in about six or seven hours, Queen Breha has been in contact
already and she is is looking forward to our arrival and has lodgings
already prepared for us all.” Qui-Gon informed Obi-Wan.

It
was something they had all come to know was very important with
Obi-Wan, to make him not feel left out of the war effort and as a
burden, Obi-Wan was kept informed of everything going on to help
prepare battle plans if possible.

Or
just to keep him informed honestly.

It
made him relax and that was something both healers and medics agreed
was very
good.

“Well,
six hours…” Obi-Wan lifted his face from Cody’s neck to rub his
chin. “Maybe I can go take a nap then before we reach our
destination…” He mused quietly to himself, ignoring how Cody and
Qui-Gon exchanged thrilled looks.

He
was very aware he didn’t nap a lot or rest quite enough for his
body, but he just wasn’t capable of resting like everyone else.
Napping just because was a terribly hard thing for him to manage and
that was frankly why he meditated as much as he did because that
he could do.

But
maybe…

Well,
with his pregnancy and hormone riddled body there was a chance he
could. “If you’ll come with me that is Cody.” Obi-Wan slid his
hand into the commander’s with a soft smile, leaning into his
lover’s body.

A
soft smile was reflected back to him, Cody nodding. “Of course
sweetheart, we
got a good few hours left and General Jinn is more than enough to
keep order.” He chuckled softly, sliding his arm around Obi-Wan’s
now rather broad waist.

Even
more amused now, Qui-Gon gave a little finger salute. “Sure kiddos,
you two enjoy your nap.” Qui-Gon hummed in clear amusement, making
his way over to Boil to inquire about his state as Obi-Wan waddled
alongside Cody’s side to
the elevator.

“You
are going to sleep, right?” Cody murmured quietly, rubbing at
Obi-Wan’s hip with his thumb. “I mean you’re not going to just
lay there and grumble to yourself?” He frowned down at his Jedi.

Honestly
it was a fair question, that was what Obi-Wan had done that. “I’m
going to try
at least, might help if you rub my back a bit or massage my scalp but
just having you there would be good honestly.” Obi-Wan confessed
with a small smile.

Pressing
a kiss to the Jedi’s temple, Cody let out a soft hum. “Of course
my little baby hoarder.” He teased, chuckling quietly when Obi-Wan
flushed and leaned more into him.

The
travel had been wonderfully peaceful and nice, they could only hope
that Alderaan would be the same.

After
all, it was Alderaan!

What
could possibly happen there of all planets.

In the feral child au can we please see Obiwan meet his grandmaster and his wife Jocasta who think he’s adorable. With Jocasta in particular finding his homicidal tendencies cute after all if you can’t negotiate one simply must end those who stand in their way. Dooku also brings along a little present to welcome Obiwan to their lineage.

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“Master!
I’m home!” Obi-Wan announced as he closed the door behind himself
and then leaned back against the door to remove his boots, sticking
his tongue out between his teeth. “Master Dyas is still a butthead
but
I didn’t get extra homework like the others did.” He announced
brightly, a wicked grin on his face.

To
be fair, Bruck’s homework had
been finished…

So
strange of it to suddenly be gone of the pad he had used, very
peculiar…

He
smirked down at his own knees as he dropped his boots aside and moved
into the room only to be confronted with two strangers looking at him
with amusement and Qui-Gon’s head in his hands.

Oh,
they had guests.

Well…
that was unfortunate.

Obi-Wan
did prefer to put up a good first impression but right now he was
kinda busy blinking owlishly at them before scuttling over to Qui-Gon
with his satchel still on his shoulder. “Um…” He glanced
between them.

The
older woman looked utterly amused while the male raised a brow though
his quirked lips revealed his own amusement. Both were white haired,
older
Sith clearly and
rather dignified looking and Obi-Wan was rather sure the woman was
familiar in her golden and purple robe, the male preferring black and
red just like Obi-Wan’s own master.

Sighing
deeply, Qui-Gon raised his head to give Obi-Wan a long look. “Perhaps
lessons in awareness is on the table my apprentice.” He scolded
lightly, Obi-Wan coloring lightly in humiliation even as he nodded
meekly.

He
should have been able to tell they had guests the moment he entered
but maybe he had been feeling to smug and satisfied to really tell.

The
lady laughed, sitting back in the couch with her tea as she tucked a
few gray strands of hair behind her ear when they fell from her bun.
“Come now Qui-Gon, as I hear it, your young apprentice here is
doing quite fine and is fast on his way to becoming quite the
sensation in the temple.” The woman teased.

Rolling
his eyes, Qui-Gon couldn’t help a small smirk and a nod. “Obi-Wan
is quite skilled.” He agreed before reaching up to divest Obi-Wan
of the satchel and then pulling his apprentice into his lap, making the
boy comfortable and then sitting back. “Obi-Wan, may I introduce to
you my former master, Yan Dooku and his wife and the former head
Archivist of the library, Jocasta Nu.” He murmured calmly.

Long
ago used to the possessive mama tiger behavior of Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan
gave a waist bow to the two, making sounds of realization. “It’s
a pleasure to make your acquaintance masters.” He announced, making
his tone cheerful even as he eyed them from under his fringe.

Something
they clearly noticed if the exchange of amused glances indicated.

‘Well
at least I amuse them.’ Obi-Wan noted sarcastically before blinking
when Dooku reached into his cloak and pulled out a silk wrapped box
that he held out to Obi-Wan. “Uh…” He looked between the three,
noting his master’s amused gaze.

“It’s
a gift, after all, you are a credit to my line, a clever little boy.”
Dooku chuckled quietly while shaking the box and
after a little encouragement from his master, Obi-Wan took it, gently
undoing the red ribbon that held the black silk together.

Inside
was a golden bracelet with a single black stone and for a moment
Obi-Wan stared at it in confusion before his eyes went wide. “This
is an amplifying bracelet.” He gasped, pulling it out carefully
while resting the box on his lap even as he slid it on his skinny
wrist.

Instantly
it readjusted itself to fit his wrist and his alone while the stone turned a bloody red and Obi-Wan could
feel the influx of power as it took his and reflected it back to make
it grow and boy if Bruck thought Obi-Wan was beating him to the
ground and making him look bad even to the Inquisitors before, it would be nothing against what he’d do now.

The
thought made him grin down at his bracelet though he looked up at a
chuckle, blinking at his grandmaster and his wife.

Cooing
joyfully, Jocasta leaned forward and pinched Obi-Wan’s cheek
lightly, grinning widely. “Now there’s that homicidal smile I’ve
been told about. You’re absolutely adorable.” She teased happily
and Obi-Wan flushed even as he smiled shyly at them.

Clearly
satisfied, Qui-Gon leaned back in his chair and watched as his
lineage got to know little Obi-Wan, already seeing the adoration in
Jocasta’s eyes and the approval in Yan’s clearly reflected.

Yes,
his feral little child was very welcome in this lineage.

Hello again! First off hope your break is going well. Second could I ask for a continuation of SweetHoney with more Rex/Anakin interaction. I love how you write them.

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Rolling
onto his back, Anakin squinted at the back of his lover as Rex pulled
his blacks on, covering up all that gorgeous dark skin he had come to
adore so much and he voiced his displeasure with a soft whine.

Which
instantly had the trooper turning around in surprise, his bemusement
turning to softness when he saw the omega awake.

Crossing
the short distance, Rex sunk down on the bunk to cup Anakin’s
cheek, giving the fellow blond a slow kiss as he stroked the others
cheekbone slowly with a thumb. He tasted of mint and Anakin sighed in
pleasure while pushing up.

Then
he pulled back quickly as he remembered his own breath must be awful,
wrinkling his nose a bit.

Sniggering
a bit as he rubbed their noses together, Rex grinned down at his
mate. “Good morning sweetie. How do you feel?” He chirped
quietly, obviously not bothered by the morning breath as he kept his
hand on the others somewhat stubbly cheek.

Nuzzling
back into the hand, Anakin hummed. “Upset you’ve left the bed
already.” Anakin grumped quietly, testing his own hands into the
upper blacks of Rex clothes.

“Got
work to do, you know that sweetheart. Mand’lor and General Kenobi
wants to leave early since General Luvika is already here and
Commander Tattina is only two hours out apparently.” Rex teased
gently even as he remained on the bunk side.

Anakin
let out a heavy breath at that before nodding. “Right, we need to
head to Coruscant, get some reassignment, make Obi-Wan visit the
healers and pick up all the stuff he would need…” He mused before
reluctantly sitting up, his blond curls in disarray.

Reaching
up and running his hand through the curls, Rex gripped gently to cup
the back of his head and give him a slow kiss to wake the omega up
before the alpha got to his feet to clip his armor on, knowing that
while Jango had a soft spot for his adopted semi pup, he would not be
as lucky.

Still,
he paused a few minutes to admire the hickies and bites on Anakin’s
body before the Jedi’s uniform slowly and steadily covered them up.
‘I’ll leave my mating mark soon…’ He promised himself before
slipping out of the tent and towards where Cody was already ordering
people around, the gray light of the rising sun giving them just
enough to work.

Cody
glanced at him before giving him a smirk then focused back, knowing
they were too busy to really tease his younger vod.

Jango
was out too, Boba at his side as the two helped out getting
everything packed up from the 212th
and the 501st
to get things over quickly though Rex did not see General Kenobi,
which was rather odd.

The
man was a doting adoptive parent and mate, he didn’t like being too
far from them if he didn’t have to and liked to watch Jango be a
dad.

“Helix
has him by the ear,” Cody suddenly said, hiding a yawn behind a
gloved hand before gesturing. “Since his ankle has a hairline
fracture and he’s pregnant, Helix isn’t letting him do anything
under medical order until they can get him to the Negotiator and
Jango gave him a long disapproving look.” He chuckled slightly
before calling for Longshot and Killer to pick up some ammunition
boxes by the shuttles.

Wrinkling
his brows a bit, Rex tilted his head. “You know, that doesn’t
honestly sound like it would be enough to stop him.” He stated
slowly while scratching at his soft, blond fuzz.

Laughing
a bit louder, Cody shook his head. “It wasn’t until Boba pulled
out the eyes of disappointment and now he’s stuck in the medic tent
or he risks Boba’s displeasure.” The dark haired trooper winked
at him and Rex couldn’t help it, he laughed too.

Sometimes
you just had to do what you could to make the Jedi slow down and take
care of themselves.

Stardust
knew that the Jedi weren’t always good with it, putting everyone
else first and that was something no alpha trooper was going to
accept.

Least
of all from their mates and they had learned from example.

Jango
Fett was a premium alpha and the troopers had learned from him and
continued to follow that example as they saw the man with his own
mate.

Beside,
having his own omega, Rex would be among the first to admit that
keeping his mate happy and safe was one of his highest priority.

‘And
he wants to make me happy.’ Rex noted to himself as he watched
Anakin come out of the tent, his hair pulled back in a tail before
moving right to working, yawning widely as he did while greeting
people left and right.

Hi Moddy! Hoping for a bit of rare-pair indulgence here please, but would you consider AniRex for FloralSkin? Might mean some more mirroring and common ground for Anakin and Obi-Wan, and they can have joint freak outs which is always fun. Maybe Padmé’s soulmate could be Sabé?

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He’ll
admit it.

Rex
is going to willingly admit it as he watches Cody get kisses pressed
all over his face by General Kenobi, he’s jealous.

Not
of the General or of Cody of course, no that’s their
soulmate.

But
they found each other and that is what Rex is jealous of.

No
wait, jealous isn’t the right word, envious. He envies what they
have found because his soulmate… Rex hasn’t found his soulmate
despite being covered in flowers from his feet to his neck.

He
hasn’t found them despite his entire right arm being a rich blanket
of flowers from the galaxy at a whole, his arm looking more like a
flower field from the fingertips to the elbow and he has spent weeks
marveling and adoring the skin even as he becomes somewhat frustrated
at his own inability to find them.

Though
to be fair, it’s not like he can just run out and search.

He
is a captain of the GAR, his duty is here, sworn in with plenty of
with all his vode and the Jedi at their side.

But
that doesn’t stop Rex from wanting when he sees how Cody smiles and
how General Kenobi’s eyes are alight with adoration that he didn’t
think Jedi were suppose to have, even though he’s heard the softly
whispered conversations General Skywalker and Kenobi has had about
soulmates and the permission and freedom that particular bond is
granted.

Something
about Force willed and other such fantastical mumbo jumbo that Rex
honestly doesn’t understand since the Force is not something he can
grasp, see and understand. It’s a bit too fantastical even though
they see their General’s jump literal battle fields and manipulate
tanks to throw them around.

But
he knows it works and that’s all he needs to know.

Well
that and that there are those who would abuse it as they’ve seen
from Count Dooku and his assassin pet, Ventress is quite the spiteful
soul, but he can’t help but pity her because all her flowers are
gray.

Rex
flowers however carries the colors of the galaxy and on lonely nights
he’s spent time quietly stroking the flowers of his arm with his
fingertips, tracing them and memorizing even as he tries not to think
about what has happened to his soulmate for an entire arm to be full
of flowers.

Cody
had taken a long look at it once and given him an even, serious stare
before stating that Rex soulmate might have been in a burn accident
and that their entire right arm is charred and unusable.

Makes
about as much sense as anything Rex can consider, a burn accident
could leave quite the scar.

But
they are not gray, his flowers are not gray and so his soulmate lives
and Rex will find them, so help him, there is nothing in this galaxy
that can stop him.

Not
the Senate, not Dooku and not Ventress.

And
he doesn’t think the Jedi would stop him at all, they’d be more
liable to help him find them with the way some of them speak of
soulmates.

Even
the ones who have gray flowers speak of their soulmates with
reverence, but also loss, painful and deep.

Spiritual.

Suddenly
the vode who had given up made so much more sense even when they
didn’t understand.

Because
soulmates were tied to each others soul, to lose them…

To
lose them took a part of you with them even when you had not meet and
you needed a strong being to continue on. There were those who
continued on, who filled their lives with purpose of a different
matter, like the Jedi with the Force and justice, politicians with
gray flowers trying to make the galaxy better, single parents living
for the children they loved the most and so on and so forth.

Rex
wasn’t sure if he could be that strong, not when he could feel the
pulsing of his soulmate somewhere out there, a glowing core inside of
himself at times that told him that his soulmate wanted, him, longed
for him, thought of him often.

And
to loose that…

Well,
Rex wouldn’t be the first brother to die on a battlefield simply
because they stopped moving.

“Obi-Wan,
what’s going o-MASTER!” Oops, there came General, well
technically commander really even if everyone called him General
Skywalker, gawking as Kenobi hid his face in Cody’s chest for a
second before reluctantly raising his head to smile sheepishly his
padawan.

“Well,
hello there Anakin… um… I can explain?”

Snorting
a bit, Rex watched in amusement as Skywalker flailed and Kenobi got
up and pulled Cody after him.

His
vod was smiling as brightly as a sun and Rex felt a bit shamed for
his envy… but he really wanted to find his own soulmate as he
listened to Skywalker splutter and point at scar and flower
respectively with his mech and flesh index finger.

For your newest fic #ModernJedi Does Obi-Wan Remember too?

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He
won’t claim that he doesn’t know.

Obi-Wan
is… aware that this is not his first life but details are fuzzy and
people are telling him he has an active imagination, that he looses
himself in his own mind.

People
and locations in his other life is very fuzzy even if he knows a few
people.

He
remembers Anakin at least and he remembers Qui-Gon but those are the
only ones who are utterly clear and he can account for every line and
freckle on their faces.

But
he knows the Force utterly, it is a warm embrace that lets him
connect to the world in a wholly different manner to to many people
around except he is not the only one to do connect.

He’s
not sure if he knows those people though and therefore does not poke
around.

Until
he sees him.

Qui-Gon.

He
had only rushed into the cafe for something to eat and a nice cup of
tea even if it was nothing like the tea from his past memories it was
doable.

Though
the bagged stuff was worse of than the loose leaf and he had mourned
the lack of it as he had turned and looked for a place to sit only to
meet those blue, oh so blue eyes.

He
knows this one, he sees this one in his
dreams, in his fuzzy memories,
staring at the man with his plate and his tea in hand as
he takes in the situation.

He’s
not wholly the same, his hair is a lot shorter and more chestnut than
silver as his age seems to be closer to Obi-Wan now, he’s wearing
jeans and a red button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows
that exposes strong and sun tanned arms. But he still has those eyes,
those ever blue eyes and a beard framing his mouth, a hooked nose
that may had gotten broken and still those large ears that Obi-Wan
had used to tease the man about so long ago in a different universe
where they had been master and padawan.

Slowly
he makes his way towards the other man, not even asking if
there’s space as
he places the tea and his treat down on
the table with small clicks without looking away from the other.

He
wants to say something as the other man stares up at him but Obi-Wan
doesn’t have word and suddenly that doesn’t matter because
Qui-Gon is on his feet, his arms thrown around Obi-Wan to bring him
into a tight hug.

It’s
almost possessive, he’d say as the larger man practically folds
Obi-Wan into his body in a desperate manner, as
if Obi-Wan has been missing and has only now been found and Obi-Wan,
who doesn’t usually tolerate touches, melts into the arms
and chest.

He
smells musky sweetness, incense and flowers on the man which makes
him press his cheek to the chest while letting out a hitched little
gasp that he struggles to push down.

If
he starts crying in the middle of a cafe he will never hear the end
of it.

It
may be a minute or it may be hours later when Qui-Gon pulls back
enough to raise a shaking hand, cupping Obi-Wan’s cheek with a
smile of disbelief and love on his face. “Obi-Wan, you’re here.”
He rumbled quietly, eyes flickering greedily over the others face.

Raising
his hand, pressing his own over that large hand, Obi-Wan smiled
shakily in return. “I go by Ben these days… but I imagine you
also go by something else.” He whispered in return.

Huffing
slightly, almost on the verge of hysterical, Qui-Gon shook his head.
“I’ll always be Qui-Gon for you padawan mine…”

Overwhelmed,
Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around the man again and hid in his chest
again.

All
those memories his shrinks and parents had tried to tell him was just
imagination and here Qui-Gon was and he knew Obi-Wan and it was true.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t crazy, he was Obi-Wan, Ben was his new life name yes but
Obi-Wan was also him and it was real.

Sinking
into that body that provided warmth and safety, Obi-Wan let a few
silent tears wet the others shirt from relief and joy mingled all
together.

Because
finally everything would be alright, everything would be alright
because his master was finally back and Obi-Wan was right where he
belonged.

Headcanon, obiwan was the adrenaline junkie that would take his friends/master’s extremely loose suggestions and does them. Like on a field trip looking at caves, Quinlan «haha wouldn’t it be funny if there was a dragon in on of these? Good thing we’re not- Obiwan what are you doing?? Get back here!! I wasn’t serious!!» … Quigon standing in the Council Chambers being scolded, glances at window sees Obiwan, «What?!?!» , Cue panic as he sees his Padawan climbing the tower

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Resisting
the desire to roll his eyes, Qui-Gon only shifted on his heels and
scratched at his left wrist with his right hands fingers, the
action hidden by his sleeve just as Yarael was using his own robe to
hide the fact that his spare hands were making a cat’s cradle even
as he occasionally joined in on the action.

But
honestly the council was now going in circles in their scolding of
him considering Qui-Gon was very much a deft hand at gambling and the
only reason they learned was because Knight Tig was a stuck up
bastard.

Qui-Gon
gambled all the time!

Sometimes
the council just didn’t assign enough funds and if Qui-Gon managed
to play some smugglers and spice dealers out of their credits…

Well
that was less they could use for illegalities
and Qui-Gon could put towards good things.

Like
the shuttle he had given to the
single father wanting to set up a transport between Coruscant and his
own small home island.

The
scolding of Jinn was honestly becoming boring.

No
one had any new material!

Though
frankly for the most part they were simply scolding him as a matter
of appearance as Qui-Gon could tell that Plo, Yaddle, Oppo and Shaak
approved while Yoda and Mace were mostly amused.

And
none of them really
disapproved outright so he knew that while they were scolding him,
there would be no other consequences.

‘I
do hope Obi-Wan has taken the time to get his stuff settled and his
worn out clothes in laundry.’ Qui-Gon mused to himself while
humming faintly in agreement, wondering if Obi-Wan had been so kind
as to take Qui-Gon’s dirty laundry too perhaps then.

Glancing
towards the window to his left, one of the many really as the council
were starting to go in circle, Qui-Gon peered at a brown spot on the
tower of knowledge.

Did
something smack against the tower?

And
then the spot moved.

Rather
it jumped upwards
and
Qui-Gon felt his eyes widen with realization and a sinking sense of
dread because that brown spot was a Jedi
and the jump had revealed to him that it was brown and red and there
weren’t that many redhead’s in the order.

Someone
was climbing the tower of knowledge.

Someone
that wasn’t that big and was sporting a red head that took to the
weak sun on Coruscant like a moth to flames.

“Qui-Gon?”
Mace tone had turned into puzzlement as Qui-Gon let out a choked
noise, the Jedi master jerking his comm off his belt to call his
karking apprentice this moment, trying not to flood their bond with
his panic because if he was right,
the last thing he needed was to startle Obi-Wan.

It
took a minute but finally his padawan picked up his comm. “Padawan,
may I ask where in kark you are?” He snapped into his own comm, not
moving his eyes of the dark spot that had now paused.

There
was a rich pause filled only with wind
and then Obi-Wan laughed nervously. “Okay so don’t freak out on
me master but I’m currently outside… but I sent both our shifts
to laundry!” The boy chirped, as if that would improve the
situation and wasn’t a distraction.

Feeling
Depa at his shoulder, the council member squeaking a bit as she saw
what Qui-Gon was looking at, the master took a deep breath. “Where
are you Obi-Wan?” He growled out, gritting his teeth as his heart
continued to beat a rapid tattoo against his chest.

Another
long, telling pause came before Obi-Wan sighed. “Halfway up the
tower of knowledge master… you can see me can’t you?” He stated
in resignation.

“Get.down.now.Obi-Wan.”
Qui-Gon snarled into his comm, far from his composed self as he could
possibly be.

But
considering his padawan was currently miles and miles above the
ground, climbing what was really a smooth tower, he was sure he had
dispensation to act a bit out of character as he imagined the bloody
pancakes made of smashed organs and bones his padawan would be if he slipped and fell all the way down!

“But
master! Bant said I couldn’t do it!” Obi-Wan squeaked and Qui-Gon
had to fight not to drop his comm, because Bant!? Sweet, innocent,
wonderful Bant?!

Bant
who knew better than to suggest random shit to the impulsive,
reckless, daredevil Obi-Wan, who had once jumped from the Force tree,
screaming as he aimed at a few mattresses Quinlan had bet him he
couldn’t hit?

“OBI-WAN!”
He roared into the comm, hearing the boy groan before the spot
started to move downwards along the tower. Feeling a hand at his
elbow, Qui-Gon let Mace lead him to his chair and sat down heavily,
wheezing slightly as he placed his forehead on his knees. “Force
blast it, that boy is gonna be my death, he’s
going to give me a heart attack.”
Qui-Gon
rasped into his own leggings, shaking a bit.

His
statement got him a scattering of laughs as Qui-Gon tried to calm his
racing heart, Mace patting him on the back in
faux sympathy and some concern considering he let his hand linger to
feel Qui-Gon’s heart beat as
Yoda the bastard cackled in delight.

hello there! i really love your stories your writing is so goodif you are taking prompts Sweepinggundark is really adorable can we see a duo mission for horror of Qui Gon and delight of Anakin, bonus poins if Dooku appers being the backuup for Qui Gon

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Crawling
out of the water with a
water lodged fellow Jedi
right behind him, Obi-Wan spat out some water and then collapsed on
his knees with a small groan of exhaustion, feeling Anakin follow him
a moment later before the teen outright just laid down on the warm
grass and rolled onto his back for the sun.

A
moment later he heard two splashes as Qui-Gon and master Dooku
followed, both older Jedi collapsing too though they were sitting
instead of laying on the grass.

Several
long minutes no one said anything, only
panting and huffing for air after their narrow escape as
Obi-Wan wondered dazedly how his glee had turned to this kind of
exhaustion.

He
had been so happy to be paired up with everyone, Anakin had been
grinning like a loon even as Qui-Gon had introduced Obi-Wan to his
grandmaster and just… now this.

Laying
on the grass, panting for air.

And
then Anakin chuckled breathlessly. “Well that was an utter
failure.” He noted a bit hysterical.

Dooku
only snorted in agreement while Qui-Gon visibly cringed. “I did
apologize.” He offered up tiredly.

“Didn’t
help.” Obi-Wan wheezed as he stared up at the blue sky above them,
scattering of pinkish clouds around as he wondered how far down the
river they had gone after jumping down the waterfall.

Oh
no, the fact that Qui-Gon had, accidentally, stepped on the foot of
the Emperor’s favorite courtier when the man was running around the
room like some demented ape until eventually he had crashed into the
tallest Jedi which had lead to the foot stepping.

And
that had lead to the Jedi being chased around though Obi-Wan strongly
suspected that it had more to do with the Emperor itching to get rid
of the Jedi to prevent interference from the Republic.

“We’re
in agreement then, something is clearly suspicious?” Dooku wringed
water out of his black cloak

“Oh
totally,” Anakin sighed tiredly from Obi-Wan’s side before
suddenly invading Obi-Wan’s vision, a furrow on his face. “Hey,
are you alright Obi-Wan? You look gray.” He murmured in concern.

Peering
up at the other, Obi-Wan just let out a low, piteous mewling noise.

The
start of the mission had seemed so fun.

A
chance to spend time with Anakin, Qui-Gon’s quiet look of despair
and then the chance to get to know his grandmaster as the man knew
the last Empress and could pave the path a bit even though four Jedi
was a bit of an overkill.

Qui-Gon
popped into his view too, the others soggy silver and chestnut
colored hair glued to his skin by the water but that was apparently
not of concern as he instead placed his hands on Obi-Wan, carefully
prodding around his ribs with
a cue from their bond.

Finally
he got to the one that was hurting Obi-Wan and the padawan let out a
small cry, a wheezing breath escaping him.

“Oh
Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon breathed out, his face the picture of concern.
“What happened padawan?” He murmured.

Wincing
as Anakin helped him sit up only for the blond to move behind him to
support him, making breathing easier, Obi-Wan gave his master and
grandmaster a bleary stare. “The
jump…
hit a rock in
the water…
is it broken?” Obi-Wan breath hitched a bit, feeling Anakin warm
against his back.

To
everyone’s obvious relief, Qui-Gon shook his head. “No but you
busted it good, you
must have knocked the air out of yourself and you will be in quite a
sorry state.”
Qui-Gon pulled off his cloak and started ripping
the
brown cloak into strips. “So I
need to brace it…” He paused a bit before placing the strips in
his lap, reaching out to cup Obi-Wan’s cheek reassuringly.

The
contact was grounding, allowing Obi-Wan to relax back into Anakin
with the others hand gently petting at his his sopping wet hair.

Dooku
moved more into sight. “How about I tell you about the time I found
your master trying to put a swamp rat into Master Yoda’s room hmm?”
He murmured quietly, an obvious distraction but Obi-Wan was still
grateful.

Getting
his ribs braced was going to suck
and he let out a wheezing chuckle of interest, while Qui-Gon flushed
vaguely.

Anakin’s
chest was warm beneath his head Obi-Wan noted even as he listened and
his hand was gentle, soothing as he tried his best to aid Obi-Wan.

Whatever
the Emperor
was hiding, they would have to get to the bottom of it, but right
now, Obi-Wan was going to enjoy the attention of his lineage and the
comfort of someone he maybe rather liked.

Just
maybe the next time their mission could be a bit better.

He
had just been so excited to not only go on a mission with Anakin but
he had his grandmaster
with of all people, so excited to learn about the man and everything
and for some reason the man kept shaking his head and chuckling while
speaking with Qui-Gon most of the time, a look akin to despair on his
master’s face.

Yes,
he wanted a better mission next time and to figure out why everyone
was acting so peculiar but right now, he was going to listen to Dooku
and lean into Anakin as Qui-Gon braced his ribs with rolls of his
cloak.

Prompt: A mission takes Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and anyone else you do or don’t feel like including to question someone at a bdsm dungeon. It’s assumed that the reason Obi is so agitated is because he’s a perfect golden innocent child tm… until someone (or multiple someones) recognize him.

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Glancing
about the club pumping with music and the vibration of the living and
the hazy smell of musky
smoke
in the air and atmospheric dimmed light that
all screamed of intimacy,
Obi-Wan tried to hide his nervousness from both his master and
Quinlan.

He
really didn’t want to be at the Glazed Dragon, why their suspect
had run into the bdsm dungeon club he had no idea but they had and
Obi-Wan really wished they had not.

Or
rather he wished that he did not have the companions he currently had
as they looked around the Glazed Dragon at people in various state of
dress, kneeling or sitting and even someone who was engaging in a
blowjob.

They
were in one of the privacy booths of course but everyone could tell
even if they couldn’t see properly.

It
wouldn’t matter if they could, if the privacy wasn’t engaged.
Once you entered the Glazed Dragon, you had consented to seeing this
kind of thing because that was in the contract everyone signed before
they entered the second door and just how his master and Quinlan
hadn’t noticed he was not required to sign, Obi-Wan did not know.

Oh
how he wished that the perp hadn’t run of into the club, clearly
having a membership that allowed them in and because they were Jedi
and were claiming investigation, all three Jedi were allowed in.

The
bouncer had only given Qui-Gon and Quinlan some narrow looks before
shrugging and letting them in, neither taking notice of how the
bouncer only gave Obi-Wan friendly nod before the female besalisk
went back to leaning against the wall and watching.

Both
were sending him looks now though, Qui-Gon of exasperation and
Quinlan of amusement as the man threw an arm around him in
companionable affection. “Alright then Obes, I know that you’re
kind of restrained and sorta prudish but you do know that you’re
going to have to open up that mind and accept some practices out
there.” He teased as
a semi nude twi’lek sashayed past them with a leash in her hand,
hooking the ring onto the collar of a burly looking zabrak who she
cooed at.

Quin
yelped however as he was shoved off Obi-Wan with the Force by an
irate master, who gave the Jedi knight a slight glare. “Obi-Wan
does not have to do anything he is not comfortable with,” He stated
sternly before hesitating and sighing. “Though Obi-Wan, you do have
to understand and respect the culture and live styles of others.”
He continued a bit more gently.

Stammering
a bit, Obi-Wan waved his hands. “That’s not it master, I fully
understand and respect a bdsm practice.” He
tried to explain without giving himself away.

Which
was promptly busted when there was a loud squeal and Obi-Wan was
suddenly lifted of his feet by a two meter tall man with long, very
long black hair to his rear tied back, piercing brown eyes and a
beatific smile on his face. “Obi-Wan! Little Imp you didn’t say
you’d be back so soon!” He
cried out happily as he held Obi-Wan up with his arms under the
redhead’s armpits.

Flushing
deeply, feeling both his master and Quinlan’s eyes on him while
also remembering the last time he saw Karas,
Obi-Wan smiled shyly at the man holding him up, his
large hands under Obi-Wan’s armpits. “Hello Karas sir and I
wasn’t suppose to sir, I’m here on duty.” He explained quickly.

The
now named Karas face went through several emotions at once, surprise,
disappointment and then last acceptance as he set Obi-Wan down,
nodding. “Oh I see, that explains your companions.” He rumbled,
rubbing his clean chin with a sigh. “That is too bad, I was hoping…
ah well.” He shrugged and smiled.

Bowing
slightly to the man, Obi-Wan kept the nervous flutters behind a
smile. “Maybe another time, sir.” He offered up, almost purring
when Karas gently patted his head.

“Yes,
that does sound good. But for now I’ll look for another companion.
None as great as you but oh well.” He laughed that booming laugh
before nodding to both Quinlan and Qui-Gon, offering them respect
before wandering further into the club.

Nervously
Obi-Wan turned around and
smiled meekly at the two wide eyes staring at him, Quinlan even
gaping rather unattractively at Obi-Wan as the kiffar’s muscled
arms hung at his sides. Qui-Gon at least had managed to restrain
himself to simply raising his brows high with wide eyes and crossed
arms over his chest. “I um, I can explain?” He offered up.

At
that Qui-Gon, with an odd look in his eyes, settled one bushy brow
down and one up. “I imagine I can guess Obi-Wan considering that
interaction.” He stated calmly before tilting his head. “And
since that guess involves being intimately familiar with this place,
I would like to request that you lead the charge to find our suspect,
that good with you padawan?”

Flushing
horribly and grateful for how the dim light would hide that fact,
Obi-Wan nodded and moved past the two.

But
he was under no illusion that they would forget about it and that
there would be questions later on, especially Quinlan could be a nosy
bastard and Obi-Wan could feel Qui-Gon’s burning eyes in his back.

But
right here and now they were Jedi and they had a smuggler of Force
artifacts to find.

And
frankly, Obi-Wan was suddenly very relieved that they could both be
professional because the idea of explaining his inclinations in the
Glazed Dragon was not something he was interested in, especially as
they had both gotten a good look at Karas, the tall, barrel chested
man with long hair tied back and the leash on the man’s belt.

Yes,
he was very happy they were being dutiful because if he had to
explain it now, he would combust with embarrassment.

‘So
much for trying to keep a low profile and not letting other Jedi
know.’ He thought mournfully even as he thought he felt a phantom
sensation of a hand in the low of his back, a slight shiver going
through his spine that made him blink and
wonder…

#cutefacade- Ani learns that he still has a lot to learn about saber fighting once he mock fights with Obi in his younger body

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A
young Obi-Wan, is a dangerous Obi-Wan.

Anyone
above the age of twenty five can tell you this as they have
personally sparred with his younger self when he was at his physical
peak and though he is no slacker in his older time he has slowed down
a bit with age and pain.

He
is no longer slowed down at all, he no longer has to spare thought,
energy or Force to those injuries and his mind is as sharp as his
older self still.

Which
means he can move like his twenty year old self and plan like his
thirty year old self.

And
it’s a very dangerous pass time to taunt him about his limbs being
a bit gangly and his haircut being so shaggy as it grows out and how
he’s no longer as ‘sophisticated’ as he used to be.

Oh
yes it’s very dangerous as Anakin finds out when he takes his
teasing a bit to far by teasingly tugging at the hair under the ear
that used to be a braid.

Well
it could also be the heat and humidity getting to Obi-Wan along with
his renewed hormones and the fact that he’s a tiny bit sexually
frustrated by the sight of all the troopers in their armor and it
brings back memories from when he was a teenager on Mandalore but
kark it, Anakin needs to respect some boundaries.

And
Anakin Skywalker knows what a good ass kicking looks like when he
gets it.

And
he has nothing to compare Obi-Wan to when he unleashes the full mixed
martial of both ataru and soresu that Obi-Wan has specialized himself
in even
if age and pain had made it hard for him to utilize ataru as he used
to when young.

But
oh, he is young and he can fly
on the Force wings and he moves like the silent death on those wings.

It’s
a good thing Obi-Wan does not wish for Anakin’s death, only a bit
of humiliation to teach the boy a lesson for being such a butthead to
him.

Which
explains why Obi-Wan is currently kicking his former padawan across
the camp, much to the troopers and Ahsoka’s great awe, bemusement,
concern and bewilderment. Especially when Obi-Wan pins his tall
padawan to the ground, both mech arm and flesh arm held behind his
back with one knee in the lower back as Obi-Wan snarls down at him
with gritted teeth. “Apologize!” He growled.

Anakin
just whined and squirmed. “Obi-Wan!”

“I
said Apologize Anakin Skywalker or so help me Force, I will leave
bruises on top of your bruises.” Obi-Wan swore down at the other,
digging his knee in a bit further while resting his other knee on the
mossy ground that made up most of the detritus around them, the
sun shining down through the overhang of trees and lending them humid
shadows.
He also tugged firmly on the others flesh arm, pressing his thumb
down in a nerve numbing motion that Qui-Gon had once used on him as a
teaching lesson.

“Okay,
okay!” Anakin yelped loudly. “I’m sorry I said you wanted to
fuck Windu and Billaba and actually have the stamina for it now! It
was a joke! A crude joke!” He whined again. “Obi-Wan really, I am
sorry.” He stated a bit lower, sounding genuinely remorseful.

Glaring
down at the other, Obi-Wan pursed his lips before finally huffing and
letting go, pulling back to sit back on his ass and glare at the
other. “Damn right you’re sorry. That was an utterly tasteless
joke Anakin.” He scolded lightly, brushing his hair out of his face
where it clings to thanks to the humidity and his own sweat.

Winching
as he sits up, rubbing at his flesh arm with his mech one, Anakin
turns around to sit on his ass too, nodding contritely. “Yeah, I
know. I think it’s all this humidity getting to me… and the
boredom, there’s literally
nothing happening here, no Seppies at all.” He sighed before
wincing again and continuing to rub.

Copper
brows went high at that. “And so you figured you’d wind me up?
Did it not occur to you that in my new body I would perhaps react
differently as you have all noted that my behavior has gone through
some minor changes?” Obi-Wan questioned dryly, crossing his arms
over his chest and showing off the sweat patches under his arms
thanks to the beige tunic.

Shrugging
a bit, Anakin smiled sheepishly. “Well sometimes I don’t think
things through, you’ve said that more than a few times Obi-Wan.”

Rolling
his eyes, Obi-Wan sighed fondly before letting out a grateful noise
as Longshot slid up to him and handed him a canteen.

His
mouth was dry as a desert from that romp around and he was more than
happy to savor some nice refreshing water. “Well,” Obi-Wan noted,
glancing about the camp that was happily intact despite their
impromptu ‘spar’. “At least we provided some entertainment.”
He noted airily as the troopers exchanged mutters of interest and
Ahsoka bounced up to them to wheedle Obi-Wan into sparring with her
at some time.

He
got a giant grin from Anakin in response as he got his own water from
Echo, the blond’s flesh arm resting in his lap.

Huh,
maybe he should apologize for that… later on… in maybe an hour
when he was sure Anakin had learned his lesson.

For yourpainmypain, first of all, eeeeeeeeee! Second of all, at what point does Qui-Gom realize Obi-wan is his soulmate? Is it when the pain starts? Is that why he goes on a rescue mission? Please write Qui’s pov from the rescue. I beg!

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There
is no excuse for Qui-Gon, he should have realized it the moment he
saw the other duel with the white haired teen but to be fair, he had
been very annoyed with Yoda and the rest of the council trying to
push a padawan onto him and
therefore had not thought about the occasional pain and stings.

But
it’s only later, much later he realizes the truth.

Obi-Wan
is his soulmate.

During
the entire Bandomeer mission and Xanatos resurface, Qui-Gon has felt
his soulmate’s pain and felt new scars appear on his body and
horror creeps in his chest because his other half must be a padawan
with what he can feel.

The
master must have lost his soulmate and now his soulmate is being
whipped and agitation and desperation claws at Qui-Gon’s chest to
find and protect them.

But
he has a mission and can’t go running off.

And
so it is only later as he sits in the medic’s treatment room with
Obi-Wan being gently unclothed that he figures it out.

As
the marks of a whip over the back becomes apparent, as Obi-Wan
twitches and hisses in pain and Qui-Gon’s own back burns even as
Obi-Wan’s injuries heal, as puss gets drained.

He
continues to hurt as every injury the other has gets treated with bacta and care and disinfection solution.

From
the scrubs on his hands, the rawness of his throat and the lashes
that is left on his back and chest.

Bruises
are harder to treat of course but the medic has some cream.

Once
done, Qui-Gon helps his padawan dress and lifts the other into his
arms,
one tucked beneath his rear and the other around his back to hold him
close as he walks and talks with the Foreman of the workers and deals
with the government.

Obi-Wan
breath is slow and steady against his shoulder as he does, calm and
safe in Qui-Gon’s arms
and that is where he stays until they are on the ship where Qui-Gon
tucks him into the narrow bunk, kneeling down beside it.

There
he stays, stroking Obi-Wan’s hair and cheek, eyes flickering over
the face, ignoring the bacta patches for now.

This
is his soulmate and his padawan and Qui-Gon has no idea what to do
with that information.

One
day he will have to tell Obi-Wan but until then he has to be a master
and Force,
he is going to kick Yoda because the troll must know.

There
would be no other reason for all of this manipulation if he didn’t
know.

Breathing
out, Qui-Gon can’t help a small smile.

Because
he has been aware of his soulmates age for thirteen long years and
has
mostly
comes to term with it, though sometimes he angsts and feels like a
cradle robber he must admit as
he roughly knew his soulmate’s age was around thirteen.

But
here he is.

Here
Obi-Wan is, breathing, alive, the other part of Qui-Gon’s soul and
he doesn’t know what kind of relationship they will have but he is
content to wait for now to figure it out as he teaches the other and
leaning in, he drops a kiss to the teens temple.

“…I
hope I will do right by you,” He whispered against the pale skin.
“I’m just human Obi-Wan, I’ve already made many grave mistakes
when
it comes to you
but… I hope I can do justice to my role as your master and still be
your soulmate…” Qui-Gon rumbled before huffing out a breath. “I’m
going to fuck this up.” He muttered glumly to himself.

The
last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Obi-Wan but he had already
done so and he could feel it in his bones…

He
would have to make difficult choices for the future.

Choices
masters make all the time but generally soulmates don’t and
shouldn’t
do because of the trauma and guilt it can leave behind.

Soulmates
are suppose to protect and love, not take a difficult choice that
could lead to more pain.

Masters
are suppose to guide and teach and have to make difficult choices
sometimes because the life of a Jedi is not simple and sometimes that
includes leaving padawan’s in difficult situations they need to
sort out themselves.

Force
knows that Dooku had left him in his fair share of problems.

Not
because Yan hadn’t cared but because the situations were fragile,
because sometimes padawan’s fell into the hands of those who wanted
to hurt them and a Jedi master couldn’t just rip a planet apart
searching even when they knew their padawans were in pain.

Staring
at Obi-Wan’s sleep slack face, Qui-Gon wondered if maybe his
situation could be the exception because he’s not sure he remembers
any soulmates teaching their own even though there’s no official
rule against it.

Letting
out a bone weary sigh, Qui-Gon let a wry smile cross his face as he
settled his arms down on the bed and his chin on his arms. “I am
totally going to fuck up… but I’m going to love you every
millimeter of the way as I wait on you. I hope you know that.”
Qui-Gon whispered fondly, watching the soulmate he had spent so long
waiting for with an utter peace settling in his bones that he hadn’t
known since Xanatos had been his padawan.

Right
now, Qui-Gon had everything he could ever want and he would wait
until the time was right to tell Obi-Wan if he did not figure it out
himself.

Closing
his eyes, Qui-Gon settled to sleep, deserving some rest before he
reached Coruscant as he listened to his second half steady breathing
only inches from him.