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#breakabarrier: Ani and Padme are informed of Obi’s behavior.

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Pausing
to observe his waiting mates, Obi-Wan shuffled slightly with nerves
before making his way over to Padme and Anakin, letting the blond
pull him down into his lap as the blond alpha had been missing their
omega while being shipped out.

Anakin
nuzzled lightly to begin with, rumbling in greeting as
the fresh scent from the flowers around hit Obi-Wan, the doors closed
to the rainy Coruscant nightfall that had come drizzling as Obi-Wan
traveled home after his council meeting.

His
lips were swollen Obi-Wan noted and so was Padme’s. Tacking on the
fact that Padme had changed into a nice, shimmery green summer dress
and looked showered, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what the
two alpha’s had been up to while Obi-Wan was at the temple and so
he pouted at them. “Hey…” He huffed, provoking a low laugh from
Anakin.

“Well,
a proper greeting when I come home is important, it’s not my fault
you had to attend a Jedi session.” Anakin teased gently before
cupping the back of his omega’s head and leading him into a tender
kiss, twining their tongues together to taste the others mouth.

Like
tea and cookies, the taste made him sigh with pleasure at the
familiarity and he could feel a twitch from below despite how well
Padme had ridden him into ecstasy while holding his wrists down
playfully.

A
valiant effort but it was too close and Anakin was too exhausted.

Just
as well since they had serious things to speak with Obi-Wan about
though Anakin allowed himself a moment to gently rub Obi-Wan’s
starting chub, humming faintly as the omega purred.

Finally
he pulled back as he felt Padme touch his shoulder warningly, giving
her an apologetic smile. “Couldn’t help it, his mouth is as sweet
as always and I’ve missed it.” He easily confessed, grinning when
Obi-Wan flushed even deeper with happy pleasure at the words.

Only
Anakin’s smile did fade a bit when he sighed deeply. “I’m less
pleased about the call we got from the council however Obi-Wan.” He
pointed out sternly, softening when Obi-Wan winced.

“I
didn’t mean to.” Obi-Wan’s scent soured.

Instantly
both alphas reached for him, Padme grasping his hands and Anakin
cupping his former master’s face and current omega. “Hey no, it’s
not… we’re not angry at you. We’re just sad at how you
undervalue yourself,” Anakin whined, rubbing their noses together.
“You wouldn’t like it if we did it to ourselves?” He shot at
him, his fingertips digging lightly through the bristling, sweet
smelling beard of copper and gold.

Obi-Wan
instantly jerked back, yipping a bit in shock before pouting when he
realized what Anakin had done, the two alpha’s smiling indulgently
at him.

“See,”
Anakin pointed out softly, pulling Obi-Wan back to rub their noses
again. “You wouldn’t be happy with us if we neglected our
health.” He dropped his arms around the others waist.

Obi-Wan
worried his bottom lip before huffing and turning his head, peering
at Padme. “…I want a cup of tea and one of the fruit and cream
filled buns you got at the bakery,” He whispered, shoulders
trembling faintly before turning his head back to Anakin. “A-And I
want an ankle rub,” He swallowed heavily. “With that mint oil
Ahsoka gave us.” Obi-Wan tacked on.

Both
alpha’s stared at him in surprise before Padme bounced to her feet
and hurried to the kitchen with a little delighted laugh.

Grinning,
Anakin tipped his mate into the pillows, making sure Obi-Wan was
settled against them as Obi-Wan pushed on behind his back for
support. “You got it omega ours, just give me a moment t-”
Obi-Wan hand closed around Anakin’s sleeve.

He
looked rather bothered, his face flushing.

‘No…
no not bothered, embarrassed… a bit ashamed?’ Anakin raised his
brows at his mate, his brows almost flying off his face in surprise
at the others request when Obi-Wan finally managed to get words past
his reddened and plumping lips from being bitten.

“Summon
it with the Force.” Obi-Wan finally asked, his tone now clearly
embarrassed.

Blinking
heavily, Anakin decided not to bring attention to it, instead waving
his hand to summon the oil from the bathroom with a smile for his
mate as he pulled Obi-Wan’s slipper covered feet into his lap to
remove both the sky blue slippers gifted by Padme and the black
cotton socks they were hiding.

By
the time he was working oil into Obi-Wan’s ankles and feet, Padme
had the tea and the buns plated up on a tray, coming back to settle
it down and pour a large cup for their omega with a wide smile on her
face, the smile growing even larger when Obi-Wan instantly sat up a
bit for Padme to sit down behind him, her legs coming up on either
side of the redhead.

“Sweet
Obi.” She teased softly, pressing a scattering of tender kisses
along his neck with her arms resting around his waist, Obi-Wan having
a saucer and cup with his tea and a pleased, shy smile on his lips.

“Sweetest
Obi.” Anakin agreed happily, showering both his mates with
attention.

This
was how a night should be spent, in the company of his mates as they
enjoyed each others company.

More blackened souls please?

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Sitting
on the roof of his house, Obi-Wan tilted his head while watching the
sun rise, his tail twitching as the warmth reached him.

It
was a beautiful sunrise, the blue and purple hues slowly turning into
orange and yellow that was so bright as he stared at the still not
too bright sun. ‘Though that’s not really a problem is it, not
for me, not now.’ Obi-Wan mused, his demonic powers being able to
make up for it.

He
heard a pop and chuckled softly to himself as someone dropped down
behind him. “My liege, welcome to the roof.” He murmured softly and
laughed when the arms wrapped around him tightly, the tips of the
others claws digging through the fabric.

“You
were gone,” Vader whispered accusingly and Obi-Wan settled his hand
on the others in apology at the hurt tone. “You were gone from the bed when I woke,
you left the bed without me.” He grunted and rubbed his cheek against his weapon brothers shoulder.

“Apologies
Vader, I just…” Obi-Wan let out a deep breath. “I needed air to
think and I wanted to watch the sunrise.” He sighed, feeling the
warmth of the sun reaching his scales, enjoying how wonderful it
felt.

A
furry tail wrapped with his, the tip of Vader’s lion tail tickling
at his blue scales ever so slightly but it just felt good.

It
all felt good, all the sensations and things he had missed as ‘Ben’
was now his to enjoy and Obi-Wan finally knew what had been missing
for so long.

“What
were you thinking about?” Vader finally questioned warily as a
light breeze brought the scent of cut grass to them along with ruffling
their hair.

Obviously
the other was worried Obi-Wan would leave, after having missed him so
long, Vader needed Obi-Wan to come home.

“Well,
for one I decided I’m giving the dojo to Rex and Cody, Alpha’s
nephews. That old demon is going to be happy to hear his human sons
have a steady place and job.” Obi-Wan chuckled faintly while
tilting his head back to rest on Vader’s shoulder.

He
felt the other instantly relax, one hand moving away from Obi-Wan’s
stomach to lightly scratch along the scales. “Oh, I see. Yeah I
guess you would have to do something with it since you’re not going
to keep it.” He mused thoughtfully to himself and Obi-Wan just
chuckled.

It
was so like Vader to just think about the next few days and not the
future but that was one of the things Obi-Wan had always adored about
the man.

How
he could focus on the moment and not grow anxiety fueled about the
future as Obi-Wan often did, even though Qui-Gon had tried to teach
him.

Speaking
of his father…

Obi-Wan
could feel the man keeping a tab on him, the magical link open and
tight, Qui-Gon obviously making sure he was alright at all times without obviously hovering.

He
would allow it, Jocasta had taught him how to dispel such things but
he was going to allow it for now until things had calmed down and
everyone knew that he wasn’t going anywhere. “Vader?” He
murmured quietly, feeling the other shift a bit.

“Hmm?”
Vader lifted his head slightly.

“Could…
would you kiss me?” Obi-Wan finally whispered, the emotions he had
as ‘Ben’ still strong in his chest, they had only been
strengthened with the past memories of Vader meshing with ‘Anakin’
and Obi-Wan would admit it now, he was utterly in love with the other
demon.

Instantly
Vader sat up and pulled him back, dipping him to seal their lips
together in a deep, probing kiss that had Obi-Wan sighing back into
the man’s lips and wrapping his arms around the blond’s neck,
purring into the kiss.

This
was life, this was how Obi-Wan had wanted things to be before Sidious
and Palpatine had taken his chance away.

And
he would never allow it to happen again.

Palpatine
had been dealt with, now they just needed to find Sidious and Obi-Wan
would take pleasure
in disposing of the weakling spawn that had tried to get rid of him.
But for now he would enjoy Vader’s attention and the kisses they
would share.

#reporttoSenate they got married? When did the Jedi decide to marry the clones

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It
had been a throw away suggestion, Depa clearly making a joke while
tiredly rubbing her face with her feet stretched out in front of her
after a long day of restoration on the temple.

“The
easiest way to get the Senate to acknowledge the troopers would be to
just adopt or marry the whole lot of them.” She snarked
out before smiling gratefully up at commander Gray as the man came
over and gave her a cold drink.

But
that thought, that idea…

It
traveled and soon enough several Jedi were looking speculatively at
both other Jedi and their troopers.

And
then Plo had stood up. “Alright, I’m adopting the Wolfpack and
none of you losers can stop me.” He grunted before marching over to
Wolffe and Sinker, grabbing both by the shoulder and dragging them
away while calling for the rest of his ‘boys’ to follow the kark
after.

Which
they did of course.

Eagerly.

Mace
had shrugged then stood and wandered over to Ponds, peering down at
his commander thoughtfully before sighing and shrugging.

And
then he had knelt. “So, not about to adopt you Ponds but how you
feel about marrying me and adopting some of your brothers?” He
smirked wryly.

Things
had gone from there, everyone either marrying or adopting as many as
they could though the youngest Jedi were denied, an age limit of
nineteen at least set for both marriage or adoption.

Anakin
had eagerly taken the chance to adopt all
his men at once, going by Tatooine traditions where all he needed to
do was to share water and food with them before loudly declaring them
as his ‘children’. And the Senate would have to recognize that as
they did with the charigan’s adoption ritual that was pretty much
painting a green circle on each others forehead.

Obi-Wan
had hemmed and hawed for a few hours before shyly approaching Cody
and taking his hand, blinking at the man and then swallowing his
nerves to kneel down like Mace had done because if that stone faced
man could do it then Obi-Wan wouldn’t do worse.

And
Cody deserved the best.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t give him the best, he couldn’t give him a candlelight
dinner with live music and private darkness to
give him a beautiful ring.

He
didn’t have that, he had the stars over Devaron,
he had the songs of the lire birds in the distance and he had Cody
standing in front of him with a small, caring smile and that was all
Obi-Wan could give him as he asked for the others hand while offering
a carved, wooden trooper, as standard for Stewjon marriages.

A
gift, a token to be given to the one that was asked.

Cody
had taken one look at it and started laughing before pulling Obi-Wan
up on his feet and kissing the Jedi. “Jet’ika, you silly man.”
He breathed into the kiss before deepening it, ignoring the catcalls
around them from the rest of the 212th
who had been spying.

Obi-Wan
colored but melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Cody’s
waist with a low noise as he let the other take charge, melting into
the kiss with the lire birds and the stars and the smell of Cody’s
aftershave in his nose.

Warm
hands cupping his body, a firm chest against his and the assurance
that Cody would have
to be recognized by the Senate now.

‘I’m
adopting all of them, hang the Senate.’ Obi-Wan thought muzzily
into the kiss as he allowed Cody to utterly control him into leaning
into the marbled wall for more kisses, the rest of the 212th
scramming when they recognized the need for privacy.

‘They’re
all mine,
and
I’m not letting anyone take them away, not the Senate and not the
fucking chancellor. Hang him by the balls from a flagpole.’
Obi-Wan sighed happily into the kiss, allowing Cody to steal the air
from his lungs.

#thelightinus- Anakin realizes there is something severely off about Palpatine and his weird obsession with Obi.

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Tapping
his fingers on the table while staring at the comm in his hand,
Anakin felt a frown growing on his face as nausea rose in his
stomach.

This
was the eighth
message in two weeks he had gotten from the Chancellor, requesting
him
to come visit and to bring Obi-Wan with him and he was very grateful
they weren’t in temple at the moment because he wasn’t sure how
he could politely decline.

But
eight messages…

He
had an uneasy feeling the first time they had visited but at this
point it was very obvious that Palpatine was obsessed with Anakin’s
former master.

He
had managed to push away that feeling but then the messages had begun
chiming in, coming from Palpatine’s personal comm and at first
Anakin had been happy but then the messages started to request
Obi-Wan and just…

He
hated it, he hated the fact that a man he had once trusted, a man he
had looked up to and had so often spoken to was now someone he wanted
to avoid at all cost and limit his time with because of the way he
was creepily behaving.

Frankly,
he was half sure that Palpatine was stalking Obi-Wan, at least on
Coruscant, having people watch him.

The
reason he was so sure?

He
had seen a man he was sure
was a Senate worker under the Chancellor trailing him and Obi-Wan on
the way to Dex for dinner on one of their rare days off, had seen the
man pick up every feather he could that Obi-Wan’s unique wings
released.

It
could of course be someone who sold them on the holonet, he had
actually seen a few of those on the galaxy wide holonet ebay but if
that was the case there should be more
feathers on sale. Obi-Wan had been horrified and fascinated before
looking around the camp after Anakin had showed him it, loudly asking
what they were doing with feathers of all things.

“I
mean, I know you all keep them on your belts and all, since they’re
warm and give off Force, but these people buying them wouldn’t be
able to feel that, I don’t have any connection to them as I do to
the 212th
or the 501st.”
Obi-Wan had admitted, turning back to Anakin to stare at the holo
display.

Pleased
embarrassment filled the Force after that statement, some of the men
shuffling but smiling at each other as Anakin peered in amusement at
his former master. That was interesting information, that Obi-Wan’s connection to people was what made the feathers feel as they did.

“…Good
Force, you don’t think they’re masturbating with them do you?!”
Obi-Wan suddenly yelped and yep, that was how the good mood went out
of all of them with a mix of amusement and horrified imagination.

‘Ugh,
what if that’s what Palpatine is doing? Wanking his wrinkly skin
with Obi-Wan’s feathers.’ Anakin grimaced before frowning deeply. ‘Or maybe he’s doing something even worse…’ He wondered to himself before
yelping when a wing slapped at the back of his head, turning around
in his chair to blink at his master, unfortunately losing his train of thought.

Shrugging,
Obi-Wan rustled his wings while smiling at him. “You looked upset
so Ahsoka sent me your way to cheer you up.” The glowing
demi-godish Jedi stated.

Snorting,
Anakin turned off the terminal and stood, stretching slightly. “I
guess I should do some sparring. Get some energy out. It wasn’t any
serious,” He tacked on, Obi-Wan’s eyes sparkling a bit in worry.

Obi-Wan
hummed, watching in with a small frown before his eyes glittered with
mischievousness.
“I
can
hold
the galaxy in my arms right
now!”
Obi-Wan announced chirpily while
spreading his arms wide,
smirking at Anakin as
the troopers around them stopped in their duties to watch, each of
them interested.

Pausing,
Anakin
stared at his master in some confusion before smiling and crossing
his arms over his chest.
“Uhu… and
how are you going to do that?”
He questioned dryly before letting out a low noise when Obi-Wan threw
his arms around his former padawan with a bright laugh that chimed in
the Force.

Staring
at the other man, Anakin could feel a flush climb his neck, cheeks
and ears before laughing meekly. “You… dork Obi-Wan.” He huffed
shyly, dropping his forehead on the others shoulder, sliding
his arms around Obi-Wan in return, feeling the warmth of those wings
against his arms.

“But
I am holding the galaxy in my arms Ani, you’re my padawan galaxy
after all, every padawan is their master’s galaxy.” Obi-Wan
pointed out in soft tone, Anakin able to feel the others smile.

Tightening
his grasp around Obi-Wan, Anakin let out a soft noise. ‘I’m not
going to let Palpatine hurt you, there’s something wrong with that
man and I’m going to find out what and he’s not touching
you.’

After
all, if you know something is wrong, you have to do your duty to the
ones you love to keep them safe and Anakin was a krayt dragon in
this. He would keep Padme, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka as far away from the
Chancellor as he possibly could.

Something
settled in his chest at that thought, settled at the understanding
that he could keep his family safe if he could just keep them away
from the Chancellor.

More Floralskin, please! What happens when Cody gets the scar by his eye? I love you and your writing. Thanks!

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Throughout
the years, Obi-Wan continues to treasure every little flower that
crops up on his body though he worries sometimes about the amount
even if some of them get healed, fading from his skin when his
soulmate is treated properly. Obi-Wan tries not to imagine the worst
case scenario, a child in an abuse situation but still…

He
hopes the child is just… that they are older than he thinks and
maybe into some kind of martial arts?

Yes
that sounds good.

Martial
arts and some unfortunate accidents and maybe some clumsiness?

Stroking
his palm, where a small collection of forget-me-nots had been earlier
that day but now only showed blank, white skin, Obi-Wan mused on that
before letting out a startled noise as a cup of tea hovered in front
of him. “Oh! Thank you Anakin.” He grasped the cup from the
other, smiling at his padawan.

The
eighteen year old grinned back before peering curiously at
Obi-Wan’s open hand, his brows scrunching slightly up. “It’s
gone? Already?” He questioned while sitting down with his own
juice, having no desire for tea.

One
of the few things Obi-Wan could not teach the other to like. Nodding
mutely, Obi-Wan looked back down into his open palm while holding his
cup. “…Bacta can do that apparently, removing the scar and the
wound quick enough that the mark on your soulmate disappears too, I
imagine that’s happened to on my side too with Force healing.” He
sighed softly.

Frowning
slightly, Anakin brushed his stomach where Obi-Wan knew the other had
a small cluster of blooming yellow flowers that Obi-Wan thought was
called coltsfoot and was a weed but he wasn’t sure frankly. “Do
you… I mean a most of my injuries you or the healers have taken
care of but do you think my soulmate has a lot from me?” Anakin
hesitated.

Smiling
wryly, Obi-Wan smiled. “Honestly I have no idea. The criteria for a
soulmark to appear seems to be different from person to person. I
mean, I saw master Tula punch knight Tintin in the face during
sparring and two hours later we all saw knight Magno running through
the hall with a sunflower around his eye.” He chuckled faintly as
he took a sip of the tea Anakin had so thoughtfully prepared.

Humming
thoughtfully, Anakin sat back on the couch. “True and Dara says she
has a scar on her lower back but Ferus doesn’t have a matching
flower there.”

The
two paused thinking about that before they sniggered.

“S-So
no tramp stamp for young Ferus, that was kind of the Force.”
Obi-Wan coughed, trying to gather his composure even as Anakin
continued giggling to himself, whispering about giant pink ones.

Finally
he calmed down, sipping his juice with a happy flush on his cheeks.

Then
he paused and sighed, looking at his master. “Do you think it’s
Padme?” Anakin asked hopefully, blue eyes wide.

Pausing,
the rim of his cup against his lip, Obi-Wan breathed out heavily
through his nose.

He
did not think that Anakin’s soulmate was Padme Amidala as much as
Anakin hoped, the scars told a tale of someone active and fighting
and it was wrong to continue to delusion his padawan.

However,
Anakin so desperately wanted it to be her.

To
be the one to hold Padme’s hands and examine the scars that matched
the flowers.

And
even if it was unlikely, there was a sliver of chance that it was the
now Senator Amidala.

Shaking
his head and lowering the cup, Obi-Wan shrugged a bit. “I’m not
sure Anakin. It is possible however it is unlikely with the frequency
of flowers and their position.” He
explained gently.

He
got a pouty face in return from the blond as he opened his mouth,
most likely to argue. And then Anakin choked on his own words, eyes
going wide. “Master! Your face!” He gasped, pointing to the side
of his head.

Jerking
a bit, Obi-Wan raised his free hand to his face. “What?” He asked
in bemusement.

“A
flower, there’s a flower around your eye and up over your temple
and… and it’s huge!” Anakin gasped and then went porridge gray.
“And the color is flickering.” Anakin choked out.

Dropping
his cup, Obi-Wan rushed to the fresher to stare at his own face.

A
bit in on his forehead, around his eye and over his temple to down
his cheek was a large branching forget-me-not and just as Anakin
said, it kept flickering between soft pink and green to utterly gray
as Obi-Wan grasped the sink for support, his stomach sinking with
fear.

He
hardly noticed Anakin standing in the doorway, watching him with wide
eyes, too consumed with praying to the Force not to take his
soulmate.

Listen I saw the seal video so would you please make the selkie Obiwan pranking Quigon?

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Stretching
out under the sun, Qui-Gon sighed in pleasure as he felt the moist
brown
sand
below him and warm sun above him, heating his fur and drying it out
nicely as he drowsed in his seal form. The little beach area was
secluded and therefore he did not worry about being found by any
humans and even when Obi-Wan came shuffling up onto the beach a few
meters from him, he remained calm.

It
was just so nice.

The
scent of salt in his nose, the sound of the ocean with the gulls
above and the light lapping of the ocean at his hind flippers.

It
was just so lovely.

Therefore
he did not notice when Obi-Wan paused all those meters away from him.

Obi-Wan
observed his fellow selkie as a speculative and mischievous idea
formed in his mind, lighting his dark eyes up as he drew his head a
bit back before bouncing towards his master, displaying his teeth in
a pseudo smile he managed in his seal form.

Honestly
he really shouldn’t
but he was feeling fey and light and Qui-Gon was such an obvious
target and if they ended up making noises there wasn’t going to be
an issue because humans couldn’t get down to the beach without
climbing down the cliffs.

And
so his dastardly plan came together the closer he got to Qui-Gon,
aiming himself down to the hind flippers with devilish delight as
Qui-Gon didn’t as much as twitch at Obi-Wan’s closeness, oh so
trusting of the other.

He
only
huffed a bit but didn’t open his eyes or move away.

And
that
was Qui-Gon’s big mistake.

Eyeing
the man for a long moment, Obi-Wan wiggled all his flippers excitedly
before quickly nipping at the man’s hind flipper with a delighted
huff.

Instant
reaction.

Qui-Gon
honked loudly and rolled onto his side, his shock making him start
peeing while spasming his big body as he rolled just enough to stare
at Obi-Wan as the smaller seal rolled onto his flank to expose his
underbelly in
submission to the other man, giving him the biggest eyes he could.

“You…”
Obi-Wan honked again, twitching his side flippers and wiggling his
slightly aching hind flippers. “Did you nip
me Obi-Wan!?” He demanded in obvious shock.

“Maaaybe?”
The smaller selkie wiggled his flippers in return, chirping sweetly
before going still.

And
then he chirped and hiccuped in obvious delight and amusement.

The
little brat was laughing
at Qui-Gon after scaring the actual piss out of him the man noted,
the little brat had come up after hunting and outright just decided
to nip at him as a prank and oh gosh Qui-Gon couldn’t believe it.

Growling
faintly, Qui-Gon rolled onto his belly instead and bounced towards
him. “Come here you imp!”
He roared, trying to hide his own amusement at the action.

Squealing,
Obi-Wan rolled onto his belly and started bouncing out into the
ocean, still cackling even as he tried escaping from the bigger
leopard seal, the small ribbon seal making his way out into the water
and fleeing with quick moves.

Not
to be outdone, Qui-Gon decided that sunbathing was out for the day
and it was time for a good old chase because if Obi-Wan thought he
was getting away with that little stunt scotch free, than he was
sorely mistaking.

“Get
back here brat!” Qui-Gon faux roared, delighting when Obi-Wan
clearly recognized the play for what it was.

“Gonna
have to catch me old man!” The ribbon selkie squealed back, his
black and white fur glittering in the sunny water of the Atlantic as
the two chased each other around, playing in the safety of their
little hideaway.

I need more of the puritykink fic, oml, Moddy, I love it. I have two questions… first, is Obi-wan ACTUALLY a virgin? And second… does Anakin ever make a move? ;)

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When
Obi-Wan went down like a thrown sack of tubers at the ending of the
ritual, it had taken everything in Anakin not to draw his saber and
cut the elders down who had insisted the ritual was part of the
peace keeping tradition.

It
hadn’t been so bad, despite the sickly sweet drink that he had to
take a sip of from the shared bowl made out of a cranium of all
things that had the eye and nose holes sealed with something.

But
when his master went down for the count, Anakin lost his cool even if
he didn’t draw his saber.

The
eldest hissed and clicked at a younger member, the youngest
translating.

“It
appears that master Kenobi does not fill all the functions of an
adult that the ancient predecessors made this ritual for,” The
insector explained, multiple eyes moving between the elder and Anakin
where he was kneeling with Obi-Wan held against his chest. “That
is why he’s passed out, his body and brain did not fill all the
requirements of the ritual even if he finished it.” He clicked a
bit, his voice hissing the words that his mouth weren’t really made
to speak.

But
as amusing as that had been to Anakin in the beginning, he had other
concerns now as he hoisted Obi-Wan up in his arms at the explanation.

It
hadn’t been malicious, they hadn’t known but Anakin just didn’t
understand. “What requirement isn’t he filling and will this
negatively effect him Translator?” He questioned hurriedly as he
curled Obi-Wan protectively into his chest. It had bothered him to
begin with to refer to them all with titles but they did not
have names so there wasn’t really anything he could do.

They
all were titles.

The
translator hissed and clicked at the female elder but this time there
was a long pause before the eldest started clicking and hissing at
the others, the rest of the insector’s walking out to leave only
the elder and the translator with the Jedi.

A
thread of unease rose in the Force and…was that embarrassment?

Blinking,
Anakin tilted his head.

Finally
the translator turned fully to him, his insect facial twists doing
interesting spasms and Anakin remembered faintly Obi-Wan explaining
that this was how they looked when apologetic. “It appears our
ancestors were more barbaric than I was aware of, apologies Knight
Jedi, if I had known, I would have warned Master Jedi.” He hissed
and clicked, rubbing his pincers together.

‘For
karks sake.’ Anakin resisted the urge to growl, taking a deep
breath through his nose. “Please tell me what is going on.” He
finally gritted out.

Translator
shifted his many legs then sighed deeply. “Master
Jedi has never mated, his brain does not have the hormones. Ancestors
did not accept those who waited to mate as adults, therefore they
were not permitted to be in these rituals of peace and if they were,
to be exposed they should.”

Taking
in that information with a slow blink, Anakin felt a thread of
something molten down his spine that built in his stomach.

He
had suspected but…

To
have it confirmed so viscerally…

“Alright,
but will there be any negative effect?” He questioned, his voice
slightly thick. Anakin sighed in relief when the translator shook his
pincers, their equivalent of a head shake.

“None,
none. Negative it is not. Master Jedi will be clingy, touch
important, curl together. Easy for humans to curl up and not mate.”
He answered, his tone bright.

‘Oh
right, insector’s triggered mating by curling in togeth-oh that’s
sick. That’s what he meant by barbaric. Their ancestors used to
trigger mating instincts by making those who hadn’t before be
clingy, thereby triggering a mating in an adult.’ Anakin grimaced
before sighing and nodding. “I will surface with my Master then and
rest on the ship above… as long as we are no longer needed?” He
tacked on quickly, remembering himself.

The
elder and the translator clicked and hissed at each other before the
translator and the elder bowed, Anakin bowing awkwardly back. “May
your brood grow ever strong, Knight Jedi.” The translator hissed,
formally dismissing the Jedi.

“May
your brood grow ever strong, Translator.” Anakin responded in turn
before heading through the tunnel to take the elevator to the
surface.

The
heat was still in his spine, Obi-Wan’s breath soft in his neck and
body warm in Anakin’s arms and he wanted…

Force,
Anakin had to keep a clear head, no thinking about his master’s
softness and the fact that he was right
and that Obi-Wan was…

‘I’m
going to fuck my hand raw once I’m in the karking ship fresher.’
He told himself, shivering faintly as he glanced at Obi-Wan’s
passed out, slackened features.

If
the other was going to wake up clingy than Anakin would need his dick
to be utterly exhausted.

So, you mentioned the ‘flowers where your soul mate has scars’… would you be interested in writing that, Moddy? Obi-wan/Cody maybe… where he goes most of his life with no marks and suddenly has a LOT once the war starts?

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When
he had turned twenty without anything happening, Obi-Wan had sort of
resigned himself to being one of the few without a soulmate, a
desolate little look on his face as he gently stroked one of Siri’s
little blooms from her soulmate, located on her right forearm,
halfway up.

It
was a little blue bell shaped flower but he wasn’t a botanist so he
had no idea what type.

Pretty
little thing however as he caressed it gently while sitting on the
bench with Siri.

He
wouldn’t exactly call himself envious or jealous but maybe wistful
would be the right word as he gave Siri a small smile and then hugged
his friend before getting to his feet and shuffling away with Siri
not calling back after him.

Little
kisses they
had once shared
in the shadows left behind and forgotten.

It
wasn’t the Jedi way anyhow but a soulmate was a Force forged bond
and therefore the council was willing to look aside ever so slightly.

Qui-Gon’s
flowers were colorless, the sign of a dead soulmates, the colors all
having faded away and Obi-Wan had the feeling it was Tahl.

When
he turned twenty five, he had other responsibilities and
concerns,
a new padawan, a broken padawan bond burning from where the one between
himself and Qui-Gon had been so brutally snuffed out, guilt over
giving in to the dark side for a few seconds and a fresh knighthood
along with the fame his title of Sith slayer gave him.

So
it’s no wonder he doesn’t notice the first few tiny blooms along
his spine.

But
he does see the large blue rose that appears on his thigh as he peels
down his leggings after being injured on a retrieval mission, an easy
glide in for Anakin four
years after entering the temple. Sitting down on the bunk, Obi-Wan’s
breath hitched as he stared at the half dried and dark blood on his
right
thigh from the cut high
on his
hip where it has trickled down.

And
under the blood is a fist sized bloomed blue rose that almost looks
as if it’s glistening with moisture.

He
has privacy for the moment, Anakin in the cockpit for now as they fly
through hyperspace and the exhausted archaeologist that is resting on
the benches in the galley.

And
with that Obi-Wan swallows his shocks and numbs himself to the
discovery so he can steam the blood on his hip injury and then place
bacta patches on it, his hands shaking despite it all as he puts an
analgesic patch on after.

But
with that done he can return to his discovery, using the wipes to
clean away the blood and thereby bringing the large rose into proper
view, the blue deep and clear. Breathing out heavily, Obi-Wan ran a
finger along a petal, a breathless little laugh escaping him as he
took it all in.

Then
he sobers.

He
is so much older than his soulmate and yet… with a groan Obi-Wan
leans his elbows on his thighs and rubs his face, whimpering slightly
as he stares at the bloom. “…I don’t know where you are or if
I’ll ever meet you… but I already love you. I hope you know
that.” He whispered quietly, smiling shakily.

As
much as the Jedi knight wants to stay and marvel at the bloom while
also try to look for others on his skin that he might not have
noticed, he ends up chucking his bloody leggings, the thing now
unsalvageable
with how dried in the blood has become, all caked.

He
has a padawan to care for and
insure eats,
an
archaeologist to reassure that the loss of the Jedi artifacts will
not loose her funding and a report to send off on secure channel to
the council so they are aware of the lay of the land.

But
if his hand occasionally strays to his right thigh, brushing over
where he knows the marked skin is…

Well,
that’s his prerogative now, isn’t it.

His
prerogative if he wonders about the soul that matches his, his
prerogative if he lets his imagination wander a bit while keeping
focused in the situation and reassure Anakin that the hip injury
wasn’t as bad as it looked and that it just bleed well while also
showing the teen the analgesic patch to assure him that yes, he was
taking care of himself.

Honestly,
sometimes Obi-Wan wondered with a thread of shame which one of them
really was the teacher of the two, because he felt he learned as much
from Anakin at times as the teen had learned from him.

‘But
we never stop learning do we,’ Obi-Wan’s hand strayed again, a
ration bar in his free one as Anakin watched him with suspicious,
narrow eyes that grew more pleased as Obi-Wan continued eating. ‘We
learn something new every day and sometimes that knowledge brings
more joy than you could imagine.’ Obi-Wan smiled around the food.

And
pointedly ignored the snoring archaeologist who apparently had
drowned her sorrows in some whiskey she had on her body when rescued,
the zabrak curled up under a blanket under the table.

He
was grateful Anakin was ignoring her too though the boy did
occasionally glance under the table with an amused expression.

I am already obsessed with feral child! Can we see some of the council gossiping about the previous events? I imagine Obi-wan’s ambition hasn’t gone unnoticed, particularly his feral tendencies

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“He’s
dangerous.”

Snorting
deeply at the statement, ears twitching as he observed the holo
display, Yoda couldn’t help a sharp toothed smirk while tapping his
claws on his chair. “Dangerous we all are, knew this we did. Stop
him we did not for that reason, a credit he is,” Yoda pointed out
calmly before chuckling as the display flickered to the image of Du
Crion’s corpse.
“Fierce he is.”

Yaddle
hummed, eyes closed but a small smile on her lips. “Feral you mean,
feral he is, tame him I hope Qui-Gon can but right you are, a credit
he would be.” She stated calmly.

Stretching
his legs out, Piell snorted deeply. “That child could tear this
temple apart if he grew up to become the Sith we see, I hope we plan
to ensure his loyalty to our kind is clear?” The man raised his
brow.

There
was a collection of snorts and Shaak wiggled her lekku at him. “Well
duh, else we’d be screwed.”

“It’s
a valid question.” He sulked in return, almost pouting.

Yoda
ignored it, still smirking to himself now.

He
had long had his doubts about Du Crion, sure, he came from a family
with wealth, his father had given Xanatos his money when the codger
had passed away due to illness but he had always been so…
lackluster in his ambitions and his powers were so… mundane.

He
was not an impressive addition frankly.

But
Obi-Wan…

Obi-Wan
who Yoda had mentored himself in the powers of precognition
and visions, having seen the sparks in the boy and how the Force had
singled him out. Yoda had recognized the ambitions burning in the
boy, the powers and the determination to not be pushed aside even as
he knew he would take no apprentice himself.

But
he could encourage that flaming spark…

‘Here
we now are, here he is… ambitious spark he is. Strong my lineage
is.’ Yoda chuckled to himself as he remembered the two now white
haired knights walking around, both of them clearly in fear of Jinn
and the whispered warning passing through the halls to not
touch the man’s apprentice.

()()()

Snarling
as he was thrown halfway across the salle, Obi-Wan barely rolled out
of the way when his powerful master hit down where he had been
moments before, the training saber scorching the wooden floor.

Obi-Wan
knew that his apprenticeship with the man wouldn’t be easy but he
had no idea the man meant teaching him to duel this seriously.

He
was barely
holding back, forcing Obi-Wan to use every inch of his knowledge to
try and block and dodge and parry but it wasn’t enough, especially
not with Jinn’s control of the Force literally throwing him around.

Obi-Wan
was bruised and aching and he had a training cut along his upper back
where the man had snagged him but all that pain did was to make him
even more determined to fight back.

He
had no chance of winning but he wasn’t going to make it simple for
his new master and the only way he could really keep the fight going
was to get his hands on the training saber as he scrambled around
Master Tholme and Quinlan sparring, using them as a barrier between
himself and Qui-Gon.

No
avail, the tall master only bounced over them and once more threw
Obi-Wan towards the other side of the salle where he crashed into the
tribunes.

Rolling
onto his stomach, Obi-Wan spat out saliva and blood with a faint
ringing in his head that made him dizzy, Obi-Wan only raised his head
as black boots stopped in his peripheral vision, blinking up at his
master.

He
got a raised brow in return, Qui-Gon standing there with his still
engaged training saber. “Well apprentice, yield?” He drawled,
looking smug and satisfied.

Rage
boiled in Obi-Wan’s veins and he snarled in reply to the satisfied
looking man only for him to yelp in surprise when his cape suddenly
jerked up and over his head at Obi-Wan’s twitched hand.

The
redhead instantly seized
the chance to race for this saber, sliding the last few inches and
grasping it just in time to be thrown.

But
he had his weapon back as he jumped to his suddenly numb legs,
adrenaline
and rage chasing away his aching pain as he meet Qui-Gon’s eyes
triumphantly
while raising his saber, grinning at the man with blood stained
teeth.

And
yet Qui-Gon did not look upset.

No,
he looked proud
and the fierce fire in Obi-Wan’s chest burned in joy as Qui-Gon
saluted him before engaging once more.

Any chance you could continue carrying hope? I’d like to see Obi and Zett talking and what happens with palpatine? I’m going through your story archive and finding lots of wonderful stories

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Blinking
when he heard a knock at the door, Obi-Wan set his pad aside and got
to his feet, limping over to it while wondering if Anakin had learned
that he was back early from the campaign from Istu, where the
Republic had honestly taken a devastating loss.

Honestly
Obi-Wan was grateful just to come from it alive.

But
Anakin could have heard through the Senator grapevine that he was
back…

Only,
it didn’t feel like Anakin.

Oh
no, it did not feel like Anakin at all and Obi-Wan knew
this signature. Knew it quite well as he paused at his door, hand
resting on it as he steeled himself with a deep, calming breath
before opening his door with a smile on his face. “Zett, what a
pleasant surprise. I did not expect company but you’re welcome in.”
He stated while stepping back.

Zett
stepped in, the blue eyed boy glancing around quickly before smiling
up at Obi-Wan. “Thank you Master Obi-Wan, I heard from a few fellow
padawans that you were back and I wanted to talk about your last
Soresu lesson.” He chirped happily.

Feeling
his insides melt, Obi-Wan chuckled and nodded, letting the door shut.
“Well, please come in then and lets sit down on the couch.” He
limped back.

He
noted that Zett eyes gained a slight layer of panic, quickly glancing
down at Obi-Wan’s feet before he bent to remove his boots.

But
when the padawan straightened he told himself he had imagined that
look, Zett’s face back to looking just brightly happy and curious
as he followed Obi-Wan into the room. “Would you like some tea, I
have a pot on a heater here if you want some?” Obi-Wan offered.

Shaking
his head, settling down on the couch with Obi-Wan, Zett gave a
sheepish smile. “Can’t, I can smell the yudana tea and I’m
allergic to it, makes me break out in oozing hives.” He twiddled
his thumbs sheepishly as he settled his hands in his lap.

Letting
out a surprised noise, Obi-Wan nodded slowly while internally
marveling at how alike Zett was to Qui-Gon.

He
had been allergic to yudana too and each time Obi-Wan wanted a kiss,
he’d have to brush his teeth and swish some mouthwash to make sure
he’d cleaned out his mouth properly so not to give Qui-Gon a second
hand reaction from the kiss.

Taking
a sip of his cup, savoring the tartness of the tea, Obi-Wan hummed a
bit and smiled at his son over the cup. “Well, if you want some
water or juice, I have that too.” He offered kindly.

Shaking
his head, Zett gained a slightly nervous look. “A-Actually, I came
here to… I mean… I wanted you to know that I know.” He
stuttered out.

Heart
dropping, Obi-Wan licked his lips, the omega suddenly feeling a lot
tenser. “You… know.” He stated slowly.

“I
know you’re my dad.” Zett whispered, the two staring at each
other, both having an equally thundering heart.

One
from nerves and one from shock.

“I
see…” Obi-Wan stated faintly before chugging the rest of his tea,
burning the roof of his mouth slightly while wishing he had something
stronger in the cup. ‘Force, Qui-Gon help me!’ He set his cup
down shakily and returned to staring at their hopeful son.

What
did he do now.