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EEK! FloralSkin is so good! Can you continue it? Does the battle go well? Does Cody reveal to Obi-Wan? What does he SAY?!? Also bless you for writing during your period of rest. It was a delightful surprise.

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When Obi-Wan had allowed himself to consider meeting his soulmate…

Well,
he hadn’t thought it be in a galactic war that’s for sure but he
did have some images.

Maybe
he’d come swooping in as a Jedi to be a rescue, maybe his soulmate
would be one of those to save him when the mission had gone wrong or
maybe they would be a pirate or smuggler or…

But
still…

The
one thing that remained true for every makeshift imagination and
scenario he had made in his own mind in quiet moments one thing
remained true,

The
Force had sent him someone who would love him, love Obi-Wan for who
he was, love him not because he was a Jedi but despite it. Love
him not for who he had been or who he’d become but for who he was.

Not
padawan Obi-Wan, not Knight Kenobi and certainly not Master and
council member Obi-Wan Kenobi.

And
never for being High General Kenobi, at the helm of a war he didn’t
want anything to do with, that set revulsion deep into his soul as he
was backed into a corner by the Senate as every other Jedi and became
war leaders of a slave army.

No,
all he wanted was someone who’d love Obi-Wan.

And
Obi-Wan would love them wholly too, regardless what they were.

He’d
understand and give them the love they should have, love them for who
they were and not what they had done or what they were.

He
hoped that wasn’t asking for too much, he didn’t want to be one
of the tragic stories of the galaxy about soulmates who weren’t
compatible, who ended up breaking each other apart.

And
there were a few weeks and months where he was sure he wouldn’t get
that chance, some years ago when his flowers had flickered with color
and almost turned utterly gray.

He
wouldn’t tell Anakin but he had spent those days praying to the
Force, begging them not to take away his soulmate with everything
inside of him screaming in denial until the color became fixed once
more.

And
now he’s finally staring at his soulmate, Cody standing in front of
him, a large scar curving his eye as Obi-Wan’s blood rushes through
his veins, a river in his ears that makes it difficult to hear Cody
as the man nervously says something, his helmet under his arm.

And
Obi-Wan can’t say a thing, just stares at him, sitting at his desk
in the privacy of his tent.

Here
he is, here Obi-Wan’s soulmate is, brave, beautiful, smart and
Obi-Wan’s own commander and part of the GAR that renders something
in Obi-Wan’s chest.

Because
he can’t save his own soulmate.

But
he’s alive.

And
Obi-Wan can see Cody’s face fall a bit, clearly Obi-Wan is taking
too long to respond.

He
doesn’t need to think.

He
doesn’t think at all as he moves,

Obi-Wan
does something utterly undignified
that would have Anakin gaping at him in shock and yet Obi-Wan still
perfectly tackles Cody to the floor, out of the tent flap.

The
commander’s helmet goes flying as he yelps loudly in shock but
Obi-Wan already has his hand under the others head, cushioning the
fall as he wraps the Force around them, the last thing he wants to is
to hurt Cody.

Instead,
breathless as they lay on the ground with Cody staring wide eyed up
at him with those amber eyes of Jango Fett, Obi-Wan presses wild,
desperate kisses all over his face, whispering under his breath in
stewjoni,
welcoming his soulmate into his heart.

Because
he already loves him.

He
said he’d love his soulmate regardless who they were and what they
did.

But
Cody is even easier to love than Obi-Wan had ever suspected his
soulmate would be and he only pauses when Cody cups his cheek,
meeting those eyes with his own.

Smiling
shakily, Cody presses one chaste kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips in return.
“Su cuy’gar ner runi kar’ta.” He whispers and Obi-Wan can feel
his heart fly at those words, as Cody greets him in mandalorian.

‘Hello
my heart soulheart.’

Closing
his eyes, Obi-Wan let out a ragged breath before returning the
greeting. “Su cuy’gar ner runi kar’ta Cody.” Obi-Wan returned
the chaste kiss, smiling so wide his cheeks hurt and yet he never
wanted to stop smiling ever again.

He
found his soulmate.

I won’t lie, I’m Yaddle trash, can I possibly beg for some more Yaddle and Anakin interaction in #cultureofslaves?

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Staring
down into the pot, Obi-Wan grimaced and peered at his padawan as the
teen continued stirring slowly. “I can’t believe I’m allowing
this.” He stated with despair.

Giggling
at that, Anakin looked up at his master and then back into the pot.
“You did say that Yaddle and her kind eats bugs and I know quite a
few different recipes that my mom taught me that she might enjoy!”
He chirped happily.

Grimacing
even more, Obi-Wan returned to staring at the reddish tinted stew
that smelled decently but that Obi-Wan had the horrifying suspicion
that would taste similar to Yoda’s stews… which Obi-Wan had
unfortunately sampled quite a few of as a padawan, being invited by
the old master to dinner with Qui-Gon.

‘Least
Master Yaddle will enjoy it, she likes spicy food and the bugs will
make her even happier.’ He mused to himself before moving away to
go set the table, knowing that Anakin wanted to make a good
presentation since he was so fond of Yaddle.

Honestly,
Yaddle, Plo, Depa and Eeth were the four council members that he was
fondest of, having found common ground with them at some point.

Yaddle
when he was younger and she would slip him sweets, Plo when the man
patiently explained him subjects In the Archives, Depa when Obi-Wan
had invited her to show Anakin form three and Eeth with both of them
being fond of piloting, the two discussing various modifications one
could give the ships.

It
made Obi-Wan happy, to find Anakin adjusting to the temple both with
older and younger members as he had managed to get a few friends
among his fellow padawans.

And
maybe it wasn’t as bad as Obi-Wan thought it would be, considering
it the fact that it was a long time stew the bugs were mostly soft
and he was enjoying listening as Yaddle and Anakin chatted happily
about the latest release of that speeder Anakin favored, Yaddle
really chatting more with him than being actually interested.

But
that could just be Obi-Wan’s impression.

“A
good speeder it is, but slow on the turn, a least resort it should be
in an urban escape.” She croaked out before taking a big spoonful
of stew, chewing slowly to savor it.

‘Okay,
maybe not just chatting along.’ Obi-Wan mused with a small smile.

“Oh?”
Anakin bounced a bit in his seat.

“Quick
turns a city layout needs,” Yaddle tapped her spoon on the bowl.
“Slow turn the TD-Kookia, speedy but slow turn. Yattada quicker on
the turn, decent speed. If option you have for a get away, chose it
one should.” The aging master nodded decisively.

Sitting
back in his chair, trying to discreetly get the bug wing out of his
teeth that had lodged itself in there, Obi-Wan let out a warm laugh.
“Are we really discussing which speeder we’re hijacking in the
event of a mission going tits up?” He grinned warmly, long ago used
to Yaddle to the point where some profanity was allowed.

Cackling,
Yaddle nodded. “A teaching moment this is, good to learn. Young you
both are.” She teased before tucking her hair behind one ear. “But
a good cook young Anakin is.” Yaddle smiled fondly at him.

Coloring,
Anakin beamed in pride before squeaking as Obi-Wan reached over to
ruffle the short hair, the redhead smiling fondly. “Yeah, he’s a
good one.” Obi-Wan agreed softly before reaching for his water to
try and rinse that damn water bug wing.

So how do they go about finding the leak in Wolfy Rubs?

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The
first whole day back in the temple the first thing Anakin and Obi-Wan
does… is to sleep.

Their
bodies have mutated and they don’t really need that much sleep as
they used to before with their fully human bodies but they know they
are not on an emergency leave period and they know that no one will
disturb them.

So
they sleep.

They
tuck up into each other in bed and sleep, Anakin wuffling happily as
he becomes the little spoon to Obi-Wan’s big spoon and they cuddle
the entire twelve hours they sleep, curled up into each other, sweaty
and gross when they wake and yet still happy as they drag weary
bodies into the fresher for a shower together, washing each others
back.

Anakin
had managed to leave a little love bite on Obi-Wan but it was more a
territory thing, a marking of a mate and a reassurance to the wolf
that Obi-Wan was safe and accounted for in his arms.

“What
are we doing today?” Anakin murmured with his chin on his mate’s
shoulder and arms around his waist, the spray of water over their
bodies a beautiful sensation of bliss that they haven’t allowed
themselves in months while on the ships even when Anakin smelled like
rotten dog for a while.

Well
not that Obi-Wan told him that, just that he smelled bad. He had the
vague sense of calling the wolf a dog would not go over well as he
gave a hum, leaning back into the others arms. “Well we do have a
mission even if it’s not active out on the field, it is still
active on planet as we will have to examine deeply to find the
threat.” He sighed deeply.

Pressing
back, Obi-Wan rubbed his face a bit.

The
fact that they had to find a leak, a traitor or potentially more, was
harrowing to him.

Anakin
hummed a bit but gave a nod before nuzzling at Anakin’s neck. “Are
you hungry? It’s been a few days.” He noted lowly.

Pausing,
Obi-Wan stared at their own reflection in the tiles. “…I think
I’m still full from Ventress.” He admitted shamefully.

Nearly
draining a person apparently lead to Obi-Wan feeling full for quite
some time and that was not a pleasant discovery even if everyone in
the Order was accepting of it and the details of Ventress capture was
being kept vague on purpose.

And
she was not going to admit what he had done to her for some reason beyond Obi-Wan’s understanding.

It
was a bit of a relief but Obi-Wan still felt shame and he knew that
some senators would be baying for his blood if they knew what he had
done even though there were other sentient races there that lived on
blood too.

Not
to Obi-Wan’s degree though.

But
he had protection.

It
was a bit odd honestly but Depa had found a loophole that protected
Obi-Wan, Anakin and the were clones.

An old
by law that protected races and people who were in the minority to
avoid them going extinct so to say and a way to prevent Senator’s
with grudges against each other to use the government to annihilate
each other..

And
while it shouldn’t really apply to Obi-Wan and the others, the Jedi
had managed to word it while presenting the case to the Senate so it
now did and boy did several senators sound pissed at that.

Hearing
the warning beep of the shower, Anakin and Obi-Wan separated a bit,
Anakin rather reluctantly as he had been gently petting at Obi-Wan’s
pale stomach but honestly they had to finish washing before the water
allotment was used up.

Everyone
got a different allotment, some more than other depending on species
of course but humans had enough for a decent shower at least.

‘It
doesn’t feel like we’ve been here for half an hour but apparently
we have.’ Obi-Wan mused as he rinsed off the rest of his soap,
feeling Anakin do the same in the narrow space of the fresher. “Well,
first of we’re going to have to do some slicing and going over the
security cameras… and as a councilor I have full access to the
security rooms.” Obi-Wan chuckled a bit.

Sighing
deeply, realizing that a lot of the work they will have to do will
have to be in one room, slicing and observing the security records,
Anakin gives an unenthusiastic nod. “As you say mate, as you say.
Guess I’ll just pack some snacks and drinks to bring in.” He
added dryly before they both gave a shrill yelp as the water suddenly
turned cold.

At
least they had washed the soap off but damn it, Ani’s poor wolf
bits had retreated inside of him!

Well
not really but Force above.

“I
love water but for Force sake.” He shuddered, wrapped up in a
fluffy blanket as he shook himself, his canine instincts prevalent
even in his human form.

Obi-Wan
just hummed in agreement, rubbing himself dry as Anakin took a moment
to marvel at his mate’s lilly pale ass.

Oh,
hello there, apparently his bits had not retreated inside and they
didn’t have to get right
to the security room… and with that Anakin pounced a squeaking and
laughing Obi-Wan.

So in Shut me down can we have more fluff? and how Obi wan reacts when he meets again with Anakin? and is Palpatine still a threat to him and Dooku? so many questions i hope you don’t mind ;)

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Looking
up from his wood carving, Obi-Wan watched the Jedi move about before
lowering his eyes back to the wooden rose he was working on with
steady hands. Wood carving had always been something to sooth him,
use energy and still his mind at the same time while creating at the
same time.

And
what he made became wonderful gifts frankly, people enjoyed getting
them from Obi-Wan.

Or
well, Yan did at least and a few of the staff when Obi-Wan had given
them it on Serenno.

But
they were cut well, Obi-Wan had enjoyed carving since Qui-Gon had
introduced him to it ages ago.

He
paused a bit when another slumped down beside him and then continued
carving, feeling blue eyes watching his hands as neither said
anything, only the sounds of the critters around them and a bubbling
river filling the air.

Oh
and the two knights having sex behind that boulder but Obi-Wan rather
hoped the other wouldn’t notice that since
he had only noticed one moan that had him coughing loudly to alert
them he was there.

Or
maybe it didn’t matter?

Anakin
Skywalker was seventeen after all.

Finally
the quiet was interrupted. “That’s very pretty.” The teen
murmured.

Pausing
again, Obi-Wan glanced shyly at Anakin, a bit confused as the padawan
continued sitting at his side.

He
seemed… healthy.

He
was sporting a dark set of Jedi robe in traditional cut but
considering Obi-Wan could smell engine oil, maybe that was a wise
decision on both Master Plo and padawan Skywalker’s side.

“Thank
you… I enjoy carving when I have the time.” He finally answered,
lowering his work down into his lap, Qui settled against his stomach.

Quirking
his lips, Anakin nodded. “It’s a good hobby… I’m… happy to
see you’re doing better.” Anakin murmured suddenly.

Blinking
a bit, Obi-Wan wondered if the other had seen him when he was still a
boy.

Catching
not the confusion, Anakin rubbed at his neck. “It’s just… we
spent a few weeks together because of Naboo and I… well I wasn’t
trained but I was very intuitive to emotions… you were… very
broken.” He stated a bit tactlessly but not untruthfully.

Thumbing
his carving a bit, Obi-Wan let out a considering noise. “…I have
quite a few mental conditions. It makes it harder for me and when
master died, it made it all worse.” He offered up as steadily as he
could.

It
still hurt so much to talk about Qui-Gon even though he had healed
some thanks to Yan.

“Oh,
I got ADHD on my end.” Anakin said brightly.

Huffing
in surprise, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile in return. “I… I
got autism, not a lot but apparently enough to effect my emotions. I
don’t always understand and I’m a bit sensitive to… things.”
He finished a bit lamely.

He
colored when Anakin just blinked at him for a moment though finally
the blond made a sound of realization. “So that’s why the plushie
was so important. Do you displace things a lot?” He asked
curiously.

Sighing
deeply, Obi-Wan nodded. “All the time,” He stated mournfully,
settling comfortably on the grass below him as he engaged with
Anakin, the lack of judgment from the other refreshing. “I swear a
black hole just opens up and swallows things.” Obi-Wan wanted to
say he wasn’t pouting but he felt like he was.

Wrinkling
his nose, Anakin nodded. “I loose things all the time too. Master
says my brain functions differently, it’s part of the reason my
brain was all over before but it makes it hard for me to focus
sometimes if the subject isn’t to my liking.”

Snorting,
Obi-Wan nodded, along, smiling as he found another who wasn’t neuro
typical.

Someone
like him for once, even if they were there because his life had been
threatened by that greasy puss bag they called a chancellor.

Oh
he wasn’t stupid after all, he knew why they were in the temple. It
was one of the very few places the chancellor hadn’t any real authority
and therefore Obi-Wan would be safe.

And
maybe he could make a new friend even.

He’d
like that.

‘Birds
of a feather as they say…’ Obi-Wan smiled, showing Anakin the
rose as he went back to carving, the Jedi’s chatter washing over
him like a calm wave.

So after the deed is done in Guild of Exile, maybe Obi and Ani need to talk. Obi doesn’t strike me as the type to sleep with his customer’s husband’s without them knowing something.

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For
all their need, or more specifically, Anakin’s need, they didn’t
delve deeper than the kiss that they had initiated though Obi-Wan did
allow the Jedi to share his bed and bunk for closeness, Anakin
leaving the Resolute in Rex capable hands to join the captain on the
Dalliance.

And
he got to see the bridge, staring in fascination at all the swaying
colored glass orbs hanging near the captain chair where
Obi-Wan was going over information, needing to be undisturbed for a
bit.
“What are they?” He finally asked, crossing his arms over his
chest as he felt the smooth vibration of a well maintained motor
below his feet.

“It’s
captain’s way of finding out if a job is dangerous,” Lace
answered absently, the former trooper wearing her hair loose and
swaying around her hair in curls at the moment. She was a bit dark
ringed around the eyes still but for someone who had been dead for
seconds, she was in amazing shape. “Since he has the Force, if a
glass orb falls, it means the job is a shit-chute and we have to act
accordingly.” She yawned.

Hoodie
roared in agreement, while
Blast, the ammunition and explosive expert, gave a loud snort.
“That’s when you know we need my hand on everything.” He
smirked only for several to complain about him fucking up their best
blasters with his ‘improvements’ and whatnot.

‘So
he uses these to gauge if a job is harder than it should be…
that’s…fascinating.’ Anakin stared at the orbs before jumping
when a hand touched his hip, Obi-Wan nodding his head towards the
door.

Nodding,
Anakin followed silently, watching Obi-Wan and Lace exchanged hand
gestures that he bet meant that Lace had the bridge and command.

Comfortable
with each other.

‘Mine.’
The dragon in him snarled but it was softer, quieter, Anakin
recognizing that what Lace and Obi-Wan had was a sibling
relationship.

So
he follows quietly at Obi-Wan’s side, recognizing that they were
going to the captain’s quarters and Anakin won’t deny he had a
minor trill when seeing it was a two person bunk instead of a
singular.

It
was also very sparse, a standard quarter really if a bit bigger,
drawers and closets sunken into the walls to make the space seem
bigger, a few holos of the guild here and there, some trinkets and
the bed with a small fresher attached.

Obi-Wan
made his way over to the bed and started to unclip himself from his
armor, slowly placing it on a chair beside the bed. “You’re going
to have to talk with your wife before anything else happens
Skywalker.” Obi-Wan murmured suddenly, even as Anakin was curiously
examining the holos.

Jerking
a bit, Anakin turned to him. “Right, yes, of course. I’m gonna…
yes. When we get to Coruscant.” He sighed deeply. There was no way
Anakin was going to insult Padme even more by taking the call over
holo, for one it was cowardly and two it was disrespectful to her if
he did.

“Good.”
Obi-Wan hummed, settling down his plate before turning a bit towards
Anakin, watching him. “…You sunk all the way into my mind as if
you belonged there, I’ve never had that happen before.” He
stated, turning back to unclipping his leg plastoid.

Hesitating
a bit, Anakin finally pulled off his own armor and set down. “I saw
a few things when you hooked into my powers, you were meant to be a
Jedi and meet me.” He confessed softly, pausing when Obi-Wan froze.

The
man stared at his armor plate and the thin braid behind his ear fell
out of it’s tied in bun somehow as Anakin watched. Both stared at
it as it swung lightly back and forth and then Obi-Wan let out a deep
breath.

“That
was not my path, not here…but maybe I can have a path with you
considering how you sunk into my mind.” He glanced at Anakin again
before reaching up into his bun to release the much thicker braid,
letting it fall down.

Sitting
down on the bunk, Anakin marveled a bit as he realized the sheets
were blue Naboo cotton, soft and luxurious before jumping a bit when
Obi-Wan sat down too. Coloring as the redhead stared at him, Anakin
offered up an uncertain smile that had Obi-Wan’s lips twitching
into a responding soft smile.

Shifting
up towards the headboard, Obi-Wan suited himself with a pillow behind
his back and his knees raised and lightly spread before he gave
Anakin an expecting stare.

Blinking
uncomprehendingly, Anakin stared at him until Obi-Wan rolled his eyes
and pointedly patted the area between his legs which eagerly prompted
Anakin to crawl in between them and then turn, resting his back to
Obi-Wan’s chest while stretching his legs out.

As
he did, he felt Obi-Wan’s chin rest on his head and his arms go
around Anakin’s chest, finding his flesh hand to lightly rub his
thumb across the back. “Well you asked me to teach you about the
cosmic Force… so how about we start now?” He murmured quietly as
his braids were laying down Anakin’s chest.

Reaching
for the thicker braid, Anakin played with it with his mech fingers,
wishing he had the touch sensors to feel the thing. “Sounds…
okay… meditating right?” He sighed, smiling a tiny bit when
Obi-Wan chuckled.

“Meditating,
just link up with me and I’ll try guiding you this time.” Obi-Wan
murmured and if Anakin’s ears weren’t deceiving him, the man
sounded fond.

These
were the first steps and Anakin hoped…

Well,
he hoped even as he closed his eyes and breathed out, losing himself
to the Force and to Obi-Wan.

Already in love with FloralSkin, can’t wait to see when Cody & Obi-wan meet! (maybe in Cody’s perspective?)

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Staring,
Cody wonders which goddess is laughing the loudest at him, destiny or
mercy.

Actually
he wasn’t sure which one but whichever, he wanted to give them a
hug as he continued staring at his soulmate, watching the flower that
matched the scar beneath his helmet.

He
could feel his other vode staring between them but that wasn’t
important as General Kenobi continued speaking about the battle plan,
his face the picture of calm and contemplating.

‘And
beautiful… beautiful and smart and that does explain the scars on
my body appearing and sometimes disappearing.’ Cody mused
internally.

Trying
to focus, Cody wondered how the other would react to him.

He
already knew he loved this man even without knowing him. Knew that
whatever the goddesses of the galaxy had a finger in on the soulmates
couldn’t have given him a better one and Cody will cherish him
forever.

But
he want’s to be cherished too.

Hopes
that Obi-Wan will cherish him.

Back
on Kamino, right after waking up from receiving the rather telling
scar, Cody had promised himself he’d survive to at least find this
person the scar would connect him to, promised himself that he would
survive to at least find them.

And
here Obi-Wan was, sporting a forget-me-not all over his face and he
could spot the peek of a flower at the back of the others neck, the
same position as a small sparring accident scar he had gotten from
Rex once.

‘My
soulmate.’ He reminded himself, feeling giddy with delight but
right now he had a battle to focus on.

He
could speak with the Jedi later even though his mind was up in the
clouds and all he wants to do is fling his helmet off and grab the
others hands, to ask to see all his flowers and lavish them with
gentle kisses.

The
flowers are gentle when they appear, Cody knows that, his body is
covered with Obi-Wan’s scars in flower shape and they make a
beautiful patchwork… but he wants to lavish those scars with kisses
as much as the flowers.

Flowers
are gentle, soft.

Scars
are not.

Scars
are the trauma your body is set under even if your soulmate gains
flowers on their own in response to it.

It
was one of the first things he researched among many other vode when
they got off Kamino, General Koon and General Ti quick to show them
the soulmate botany sites that existed throughout the holo sites when
the troopers had admitted to their own flowers, though Cody wasn’t
sure about the meaning some of these were prescribed.

Some
of them were a bit too fantastical or weird.

He
wonders if he scared Obi-Wan that time he almost died from head
trauma.

Cody
still remembers the shock of sitting there and reading how colors
would bleed out if your soulmate died, how the flowers flickered and
then became gray and then rubbing his scar furiously, hoping beyond
hope that maybe his own hadn’t noticed it?

Fruitless
wish now of course, the Jedi would have to have noticed, being
surrounded by his padawan at most time of the day when Skywalker was
still his padawan.

When
Obi-Wan shifted, he could see the inside of the man’s palms since
he wasn’t wearing his gloves, saw the scars that matched the
flowers on the inside of his hands.

Purple
violets he had come to learn, that supposedly meant ‘thinking about
your love’ and Cody’s heart was beating in his chest because if
that was true then Obi-Wan had been thinking about him and that was
just making all sort of funny feelings slither through his belly.

But
as much as he wanted to remove his helmet and show the other, to find
the scars and the flowers, Cody held himself back because they had a
battle and they could not afford to be distracted and if there was
anything Cody knew would be a distraction, it would be the soulmate
flowers. But kark if that didn’t make him itch all over.

It
felt wrong to hold back.

‘It’s
only until after the battle, once it’s finished… once it’s
finished I’m wooing him.’ Cody thought decisively.

KnittingLove? More CodyWan fluff please? Maybe the vode tease Cody later on? Cute silly fluff, embarrassed and shy Cody and obiwan as they spend time together?

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Practically
floating and skipping into the barracks, Cody was grateful his bucket
hid his facial expression because several from the 212th
were watching him with knowing smirks on their faces. The 501st
weren’t shy about adding their own two credits when they gave soft
wolf whistles and Rex gave him one look when Cody entered the rec
room and just burst out laughing, setting his blaster aside and
dragging out a meat stick from one of his pockets to eat, giving Cody
most of his attention.

So
maybe Cody was a bit obvious but kark damn it, he was feeling good.

He
had gifted Obi-Wan with something the man adored, had been in the
Jedi’s quarters, had sat beside the man with one of his hands in
Cody’s own and stroked it gently as they enjoyed a pot of tea
together.

Obi-Wan
had smiled so softly at him, been calmed by Cody simply being there,
whatever General Skywalker and the high general’s were up to with
Senator Amidala, Obi-Wan could be distracted from his concern about
it by Cody,
his brilliant eyes lit up on him and him alone.

Pulling
the bucket of his head, Cody stuck his tongue out rather childishly
at Rex, knowing that here he was safe to exhibit those behaviors the
Kamino’s had so heavily tried to restrict them from and the Jedi
were encouraging.

“Yeah,
you laugh it up but nothing is getting me in a bad mood today.”
Cody stated smugly as he sat his helmet down on one of the shelves
for just that, practically swaggering over to the captain and
dropping down beside him with a wide smirk on his face.

“Not
even the news that Longshot managed to blow up the fighter he was
working to fix and managed to take out four speeders at the same
time, so Commander Fox is looking for you and him?” Rex offered up
wryly.

Cody’s
eye twitched a bit.

“Also,
said trooper is hiding out in the vents and Echo and Fives are
contemplating flushing them to scare him out when Fox is in position
to see him come out of said vents?” Rex cocked his head, waving his
meat stick at his vod.

Sighing
loudly while dropping his head in his hands, Cody shook his head.

“Oh
and when the speeders exploded, Outmost was painting said speeders
with some designs and the paint can exploded all over the hanger,
Longshot really has to clean that up, it kinda looks like a massacre
in there.” Rex hummed, taking a large bite.

Groaning
loudly, Cody glanced at his vod. “Is there anything else
you wanna tell me that happened while I was gone? Another thing to
rain on my parade? Another di’kut to piss on my speeder?” He
huffed.

Rex,
chewing slowly with a contemplating look on his face, finally shook
his head. “Well nothing that needs your attention really. Heard
Helix complain about some kind of STD but that’s really more the
medics concern and whoever has it.” He mused thoughtfully.

Deciding
he wanted nothing
to do with that particular conversation, Cody nodded.

And
then a small smile crossed his face.

Spotting
it, Rex let out a loud snort. “Oh you have it bad
vod if all of that isn’t even able to bring your mood down.” He
laughed.

‘Considering
I’m thinking about Obi-Wan’s smile and the way his hand felt in
mine, it’s
rather hard to bring my mood down at all.’ Cody smirked, tucking
his thumbs into his belt.

So, I’ve noticed there’s a lot of ‘Obi doesn’t eat because reasons’ clone wars era prompts, and while I love the hurt/comfort that comes with that, what about a switch? Obi-Wan was on the run for a year with Satine, living hand to mouth, no idea where his next meal was coming from, he knows what it is to have his body fail because he has no reserves left to burn, there’s too much counting on him for him to be less than full strength. But a rumour spreads anyway ‘Obi-wan forgets to eat or sleep’

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Watching
in bemusement as his plate was being piled up on, Obi-Wan twirled his
fork into the food and stuffed it into his mouth. “You know, I
wonder where that rumor came from.” He offered in an airy tone,
enjoying the chatter of the troopers around him even as Boil
‘discreetly’ aimed another spoonful of carrots onto Obi-Wan’s
plate.

Shrugging
a bit, Anakin took a big bite out of his own bread. “Honestly? I
have no idea but you do complain a lot about the rations so maybe
people have been making assumptions?” He mused.

Huffing
a bit, ignoring as Fives puffed the plate of bread closer to them and
‘accidentally’ tipped one of them onto Obi-Wan’s plate, the man
took another bite. “Well yes, it’s awful, bland but I’m still
eating.”

Shrugging
again, Anakin grabbed the mug and poured some more water for both of
them. “That’s ration food for you, should have grabbed some spice
packets when you were back in the temple.” He smirked smugly and
ate his own well seasoned food.

Wiggling
his fork at the other Jedi, Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes and once more
ignored Longshot this time forking some more meat onto Obi-Wan’s
plate. “That doesn’t explain the healers also being in on this at
the temple. I eat
and I sleep, so where in the world the rumor that Obi-Wan Kenobi does
not eat or sleep properly comes from I have no idea.” He grumbled,
a bit offended.

He
was a grown adult after all, he could very much take care of himself
thank you.

Though
to be fair, he did have a conversation with his troopers about it and
at this point it was frankly more a habit for them than anything.

And
Obi-Wan didn’t mind too terribly as long as he managed to eat the
entire plate.

Somehow
they never managed to overfill the plate, Obi-Wan would always finish
the food.

Wrinkling
his nose thoughtfully, fork in his mouth, Anakin let out a
considering hum before swallowing. “Maybe Quinlan? Sounds like the
kind of thing Vos would do.”

The
two paused at that, staring at each other for a long moment before
both snorted.

“You’re
right, it does. I may have to hit him for that.” Obi-Wan grumbled.

“No
you won’t.” Anakin sniggered, perking up while glancing over
Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

Giving
the other a deadpanned stare, Obi-Wan raised his brow. “Anakin…
Yoda wrapped me up in a blanket up in the council chamber and told me
to take a nap. Yoda,
used the Force, and wrapped me up in a blanket, tucked me up in my
chair and told me to take a karking nap while they discussed battle
strategies and the latest Senate report.” The master Jedi stressed
carefully.

Pausing,
Anakin stared at him before sniggering heavily and shaking his head.

Shaking
his head, Obi-Wan jumped a bit when there was a click and then smiled
at the small plate of sugar cake that was settled at his elbow,
looking up at his commander. “Why thank you Cody, that looks
scrumptious.” Obi-Wan declared jovially.

Shrugging,
Cody just smiled in return and moved to sit with captain Rex, a small
skip in his step and his Force aura oozing of pride.

Looking
back at his still karking laughing former padawan, Obi-Wan decided to
abandon the rest of his dinner for now and just savor his sugar cake.

He
deserved it and if Quinlan was really the one who spread the rumor
about his terrible self care habits he would be hitting him,
childhood friend or not.

Listen all I can imagine in the feral child au and this ask is a little crack like is that the Sith will ForceLightning meat as a form of practice for apprentices to learn how to wield it effectively. Obiwan basically becomes a master bbq chef

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Tapping
his fingers impatiently on the table, the Sith master glared at his
young apprentice as the young redhead pouted at him. “You are not a
togruta, nor a zabrak. You
can not eat raw meat, child. It
will make you sick
and could potentially kill you. Both our sub-species of human can not
eat raw meat, the potential risks far outweighs the benefits it could
potentially have.” Qui-Gon explained as patiently as he could while
wondering if he had to bring Obi-Wan down to the healers again.

“B-But
master, I can hardly even get sparks, how do you expect me to-bleh!”
Obi-Wan’s complaints were interrupted by Qui-Gon wiping a flannel
over his bloody face, the red liquid smeared out over the pale
cheeks.

“I
expect you not to eat raw meat Obi-Wan, with training comes
experience and then you can feed yourself even in an extreme
situation and ensure what you eat is safe.”
The man stressed before dropping the now blood stained flannel down
on the table. “…Also I can’t believe you just bit a chunk out
of the meat as if you’re a tiger. I’ve never seen anyone do that
before.” Qui-Gon shook his head in bemusement.

Pouting,
Obi-Wan glanced down at the meat sitting innocently on a plate in
front of him that he had indeed taken as big a bite out of as he
could, the fist sized chunk barely showing the little dent. “Well
you said, and I quote, eat this after setting it down in front of
me.” He stated with a huff, offended as he crossed his arms over
his chest with narrowed eyes.

Raising
his bushy brow, Qui-Gon smirked down his aquiline nose at his
apprentice. “It was a test and you knew it child. You’re smarter
than this Imp,” He stated with a small smirk before waving his hand
at the chunk of meat he had dropped on the table in front of his
apprentice. “So, try again.”

Grumbling
faintly, Obi-Wan dropped his eyes to the raw meat and sighed deeply.
“Master, I can hardly make sparks, I don’t think I can cook
this.” He finally stated with a small huff of defeat.

Raising
a brow, Qui-Gon pulled the plate the meat sat on over to him.

“Beside,”
Obi-Wan injected, causing Qui-Gon to pause. “Lighting can’t cook
the meat, it would burn it to cinders and leave it a mess.” Obi-Wan
stated strongly.

Both
brows now raised as high as they could go, Qui-Gon stared at his
young apprentice for an uncomfortably long and silent minute that
only the skycars outside disturbed, causing Obi-Wan to squirm in his
seat.

Finally
the man spoke. “You give up too easily my apprentice. Everything is
possible with the Force if you will it. Now watch.”

Watching
in sulking interest, Obi-Wan leaned a bit forward in his chair as the
other Sith placed his fingertips to the meat.

Instantly
the meat sparked, seemed to twitch a bit as lighting traveled over it
and Obi-Wan blinked as he could hear the sound of sizzling meat in
less than two seconds. Soon enough the smell of cooking meat reached
him and he raised astonished eyes to his master.

Smirking
in obvious smarmy
satisfaction, Qui-Gon leaned back in his own chair with his fingers
still on the meat clump that had only shrunk a tiny bit. “You were
saying something about burned?” He droned.

Opening
his mouth then closing it again, Obi-Wan tilted his head. “How are
you… that shouldn’t be possible. Lighting is… the amount of
power…” He stopped and looked up at his master with wide green
eyes as he meet the others yellow eyes.

Snorting,
Qui-Gon pulled his fingers off the meat and picked up the knife,
cutting it apart to show Obi-Wan that it was utterly cooked through.
“With the Force, anything is possible, even something as mundane as
cooking,” He stated drolly. “You just need experience and control
as I keep telling you.” Qui-Gon pointed out before holding out a
piece of the meat on to Obi-Wan.

Taking
the piece, Obi-Wan eyed it closely before popping it trustingly into
his mouth, chewing slowly with a small frown. “It tastes normal. I
mean, just bland meat.” The redhead shrugged and blinked at his
master.

Leveling
a finger at his apprentice, Qui-Gon nodded seriously. “And that
bland meat may one day be the only thing keeping you alive if you end
up in an extreme situation my Imp. Cooking
vegetables, cooking meat, cooking fish. With the Force you always
have an ally in securing food and making it safe.” He said gravely
before standing and making his way over to the fridge.

Looking
down at the cooked meat still on the plate with steam rising from it,
Obi-Wan swallowed, the meat settling heavily in his stomach.

The
kind of situation Qui-Gon had vaguely hinted to…

It
sounded personal to him, as if he had starved at one point and not
been able to eat and was desperate not to have Obi-Wan repeat the
same experience.

When
the man arrived with a second plate of smaller pieces of meat and
cubes of vegetables, he knew what the days training would be and all
Obi-Wan could hope was that he could polish his control into a fine
point.

‘…And
it would be neat to finally be able to electrocute someone.’ He
pouted inwardly even as he focused on one of the pieces of meat with
narrowed, eyes bleeding from green to gold as the Force rose.

Hotdamn is… hot, damn :D will you continue it? Though it’s bad for my work ethics – I was reading and laughing instead of answering the phone (totaly worth it ;) Maybe Colones reaction now? And Cody, who (picking his jaw of the floor) wouldn’t know whether to cover him up or take him to his bunk and have his wicked way with Obi :D

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It
had been very amusing that first time with the lost bet when Obi-Wan
had wiggled himself into the too tight hotpants provided
by his bastard friend
only to have the prank and failed bet backfire on Quinlan in the most
delightful of ways but he was actually rather grateful thinking back.

Mostly
for the revelation of Qui-Gon caring but also because of the outright
weapon
Quinlan had pretty much given him.

Because
apparently Obi-Wan’s booty and legs in a pair of hotpants was
enough to make even chaste monks walk into a wall as he had
discovered during an undercover gig, one Qui-Gon had seemed to pray
to the Force the entire time as Obi-Wan wandered around in the
hotpants and tube top.

As
he got older he had to replace that pair of course, growing a bit
bigger in the waistline and the metallic color fading after all.

Qui-Gon
had seemed so happy when Obi-Wan threw out the pair only to despair
when Obi-Wan bought two pairs the next time, one in blue and one in
red, looking like he wanted to throw someone, most likely Quinlan,
over the council chamber balcony.

Obi-Wan
only felt a tiny bit guilty over that, admiring his own ass in the
fresher mirror. He had a killer bubble butt clearly and a smack made
it jiggle faintly which brought a flush to his cheeks and Obi-Wan had
to cover his mouth to muffle the giddy laugh that escaped him.

He
put them away when he got Anakin, his focus on training the blond to
the best of his capability and that did not
include a karking pair of booty shorts… until it did unfortunately.

On
one hand, it makes Obi-Wan feel empowered in a wholly different way
to feel the gazes of those around him settle on him and his bubble
butt and legs. On the other hand… Anakin is somewhere in the crowd, most
likely up in the rafters, keeping an eye on the situation and trying
to find the smugglers that the Pullantan government had begged the
Senate for intervention as it involved mainly Force sensitive people
who had not been given to the Jedi.

And
so Obi-Wan was here, flaunting himself, flaunting his Force ability
in a most unbecoming way by summoning his drink and strutting around,
his hair carefully styled with actual golden cream and golden glitter on his skin to make him shine.

Red
and gold all over and then pale skin and dear Force, Obi-Wan had
never been so emotionally confused before between the lust spiking
around him in the Force, Anakin’s incredulous state
in their Force bond and his own feelings
of mixed shame and empowerment.

It
was a heavy cocktail of confusion sufficient to say and he’s not
quite sure how he’s suppose to have this discussion with his
padawan after the mission.

Somehow
it gets lost in the chase after, the smugglers actually managing to
knock Obi-Wan out with some kind of drug in his drink and Anakin
having to chase him down to make sure Obi-Wan doesn’t end up
somewhere out in the outer rims with no memory and
Obi-Wan doesn’t have to explain about the hotpants.

Yet.

Anakin
clearly remembers it, gets a funny look on his face sometimes that
Obi-Wan pointedly ignored because it doesn’t matter and Obi-Wan is
a respectable Jedi and teacher to his padawan.

Yes…
right.

Also
empowerment.

Ten
years roll around and the war breaks out and it’s a bit of a fuzz
but how the hell did Obi-Wan manage to pack his hotpants?

Staring
at his only option of clothing as his leggings and tunics were ripped
to shreds thanks to Asajj, Obi-Wan resigns himself to becoming a
laughing stock in front of his men. ‘Hopefully Cody won’t lose
too much respect for me.’ Obi-Wan thought awkwardly as he wiggled
his rear into the blue hotpants with golden trimmings before
making his way out.

However
Obi-Wan has the oddest sense of déjà vu when he steps out because
as he raises his eyes to meet Cody’s amber ones, he finds the man
staring at him, his helmet dropping from what seems like nerveless
fingers to the ground and a trooper that looks like Fives walking
straight into Echo as the man is busy watching Obi-Wan.

“General?”
Cody choked out, amber eyes wide as color rose up his cheeks. “What
is… does anyone have a robe?” Cody finally got out in that
strangled tone of his, addressing his men with clear intention for the robe. Obi-Wan was a bit pleased to note how the commander couldn’t look away.

Opening
his mouth, Obi-Wan got cut off as Anakin
yelled out and tore across the camp, the blond’s dark robe suddenly
flung around him. “Obi-Wan! Hotpants!? Why!” The knight shook him
by the shoulders.

‘Whelp,
this feels VERY familiar yes,’ Obi-Wan mused to himself, the
disappointment mingled with lust thick in the Force and Anakin wrapping around him like
a damn krayt dragon, just like Qui-Gon used to. ‘Yes, very
familiar.’