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Sweepinggundark is adorable! Must have more of random Jedi trying to hit on Poor Obi-Wan and both Qui-Gon and Anakin death glaring them.

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There is something to be said about focusing on only one ‘threat’.

It can make you a bit blind to the others around as Qui-Gon manages to intercept Anakin making a beeline for Obi-Wan as the blond tries to engage in a spar with Obi-Wan only for the master to get in the way once more.

“Oh come on Qui-Gon.” Anakin sighed deeply, eyes wide as he stared up at the man he admired and still did even if he was being a bantha’s ass.

“Not. My. Padawan.” The wookie like man growled, eyes narrowed and his arms crossed over his chest.

Tempted to throw a punch, Anakin reigned himself in with a pout as he stared up at the man.

If Anakin had really punched him then Obi-Wan would never talk to him again, the other adored his master as Jinn fluffed over Obi-Wan and cuddled him.

Honestly how the blasted swooping gundark had even spotted Anakin coming into the dojo when he had come with a full group of other dark dressed Jedi he would never know.

Maybe he had a tag on Anakin’s signature but with a crowd of others coming in, that was a stretch to isolate a signature that quickly that he was ready even before Anakin had entered!

Rubbing the back of his neck with an annoyed grumble, Anakin glanced Obi-Wan’s way only to freeze in surprise, his eyes widening up in with his shock.

Frowning in return, Qui-Gon turned to check his padawan only to halt, blue eyes turning round with surprise at what the two were seeing.

He had zeroed in on Anakin as the biggest threat against Obi-Wan’s virtue, seeing the blond as the one who would break his poor padawan’s heart eventually because Anakin had a reputation that Qui-Gon did not approve of.

And that had left him blind to Siri Tachi, the young lady currently smiling softly at Obi-Wan as she orbited even closer to him with an obviously coy look in her eyes and her fingertips brushing her fellow Jedi padawan’s arm.

Now, Anakin may have a reputation with a senator but Siri had a reputation with fellow Jedi and Qui-Gon felt the urge to flail as he gritted his teeth while watching the blond clearly flirt with his poor innocent padawan.

Wait, was Obi-Wan blushing?

Obi-Wan was blushing, smiling shyly in return!

‘Nooo! Obi-Wan! Don’t! Your poor virtue has been kept safe for so long, don’t let Siri get a handle on you now.’ He thought with faint horror before grimacing to himself at his own line of thinking. Honestly Siri wouldn’t be a bad first time, she’d be a generous lover but he didn’t want Obi-Wan to be tainted just yet!

Force knew that once Obi-Wan had a taste for sex, Skywalker would be on him like a wolfhound on raw meat.

Rubbing his hand over his face, Qui-Gon paused and glanced at Anakin through his fingers, snorting when he caught a glimpse of the others face.

Anakin looked like someone had run over his foot, mouth unattractively gaping as he stared at Siri flirting with a shyly responding Obi-Wan who was normally more spitfire against the blond as the two had a slightly contentious relationship that relied on teasing and taunting each other.

“Green does not suit you.” He mumbled in an aside to the other, watching as Anakin snapped his mouth shut with a glare on his face, the other Jedi sliding around them with graceful ease as they found their own spots to spar.

Once more the bets were amping up as everyone wondered who was going to blow first.

Yaddle just facepalmed at her old padawan with a deep sigh before wandering over and sneaking some caramel coated grasshoppers into the boy’s pocket for later. “Grinding your teeth you must stop, give yourself more tooth pain you will,” She patted his hip before pointing at Obi-Wan with one claw and amusement quivering ears. “Go with young Tachi, young Kenobi will not.” She stated.

“You don’t know that master,” Anakin looked at her with wide eyes.

“Interested in you, he already is. Friends with Siri he is. Relax you both should.” Yaddle huffed at Qui-Gon and Anakin as one darkened and the other brightened up at her announcement.

“My boy will be saaafe.” Qui-Gon hissed, glaring at Anakin only to yelp as Yaddle summoned over one of the sparring bokkens to hit him over the shins, not unlike how Yoda used his cane.

“Dealing with human hormones I am, worse than female, the male ones are.” She shook her head in resignation.

#agingheart! What happens next? :3 Does Obi-Wan spend the next few weeks in a happy, disbelieving daze? Does he really believe Anakin is there to stay? What about Anakin! What is he doing? How is he coping with his separation from Padme? (I kinda hope he’s coping well, Obi needs you Anakin!)

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Watching
the other man sleep, Anakin couldn’t help smiling at the sight of
Obi-Wan resting on Anakin’s remaining flesh arm, the
dull light of a world that was never fully dark giving him enough
soft light to take in the details of the others face even
through the tent walls.

He
looked content, flushed with health and beautifully relaxed
with all those tired bags under his eyes being finally gone from
sight as it hadn’t been before along
with the tired lines and the perpetual frown that even the youthful
face couldn’t seem to loose before.
Using his fingertips to slowly stroke Obi-Wan’s cheekbone and jaw,
Anakin smiled softly to himself.

‘I’m
such an egoistic asshole, I almost broke you before I even knew what
was going on…’ He mused to himself even as he continued stroking
the soft, warm skin with his metal fingers, wishing he could feel it,
that he still had both his flesh hands or at least the other was
sleeping on Anakin’s mech arm.

But
he wasn’t about to jostle Obi-Wan, who finally seemed to be
recognizing that Anakin wasn’t going anywhere at all. Not when
Obi-Wan had spent the last few weeks as if in a daze, wandering
around at Anakin’s side with slightly too large eyes.

As
if he was waiting on the other shoe to drop.

‘But
it’s not going to drop, I’m
not going anywhere Obi-Wan.’ Anakin pressed a soft kiss to the
others temple, ignoring how numb his arm was becoming.

Honestly,
Anakin wasn’t that shocked, even if it hurt slightly, that Obi-Wan was so disbelieving, so
used to never getting the things that should be his without
questions.

Like
a soulmate.

Anakin
was Obi-Wan’s, just as Obi-Wan was Anakin’s.

‘Padme
said she had the official divorce papers, maybe if I present him with
the physical copies in hand that might help?’ He wondered before
smiling goofily when Obi-Wan opened his eyes slowly. “Hey
sleepyhead.” He whispered fondly.

Smacking
his lips, Obi-Wan tried to work up saliva before nuzzling in against
Anakin with a tiny noise. “Water?” He rasped out, letting out a
grateful noise when Anakin lifted the bottle of water off the
makeshift table by the bunk made out of a crate.

He
lifted his head enough to drink and then handed it back, the copper
hair settling back on Anakin’s arm as Anakin just outright used the
Force to slide it onto the table.

“What
time is it?” Obi-Wan wondered tiredly.

“Two
am,” Anakin responded. “You fell asleep while planning and I
carried you to bed, Commander Cody and Captain Rex will be by early
morning to finish planning so you should go back to bed.” He
brushed his lips against the others forehead.

A
small frown covered Obi-Wan’s forehead at that before it smoothed
out, the youthful features peering at him for several thoughtful,
sleepily moments before the copper haired man smiled endearingly
softly. “As long as you’re here, I can sleep dear one.” He
murmured, not even a token protest escaping the usually so resistant
Jedi.

Huffing
quietly at that, still in awe over how easily Obi-Wan gave in to him
these days, Anakin nodded and dragged the blanket a bit more up
around their shoulders as the others forehead pressed to his chest.

‘…My
arm is asleep.’ He noted with resigned adoration, knowing the pins
and needle situation he would have once he was moving but for now he
had a sleeping soulmate on him, a beautiful, love starved soulmate
that Anakin needed to spoil.

“Sleep
better if your mind is quiet.” Obi-Wan slurred into his chest, his
breath warm and moist against the fabric.

Snorting
in surprise, Anakin grinned and nuzzled the man lovingly as he drew
the master into his chest, taking the hint for what it was.

Sleep
for both while they could, the shadows drawing dark and long around
them despite the midnight sun of the planet.

He
wasn’t sure what was going to come with the future, he didn’t
know where their choices would lead them eventually but he knew it
included the two of them aging together as they loved each other,
Obi-Wan’s heart so big and warm it could room even Anakin’s
stupid mistakes without
the sweet mate turning bitter.

It
only made Obi-Wan kind.

His
sometimes
too
kind soulmate.

‘You
need to guard your own heart better starlight,’ Anakin pressed
their foreheads together, their noses bumping. ‘You have a selfish
soulmate, you can’t let me break you.’

Possessive baby Anakin sounds so cute though. He just forgets all about Qui-Gon. Decides Obi-Wan HAS to be his master. Anyone asks him why? “Cause his glow is pretty.” I headcanon Ani can see the force around people when he wants too. Also I’m pretty sure that if Obi wasn’t grieving when poopytine came along he’d fight him.

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In
hindsight someone really should have seen this coming even if the
redhead had been standoffish, Anakin had been attached to the man
like a limpet for as much of the time as he could to the point where
Obi-Wan was softening.

It
still came as a surprise when Anakin said he wanted Obi-Wan as his
master, the nine year old shuffling in close and wrapping his arms
tightly around the redheaded knight waist and holding on to the lost
looking man.

“Young
Skywalker, you do understand that while capable, Knight Kenobi has
only just been knighted? He is not as experienced as master Jinn?”
Plo questioned softly, one of the few councilor’s that had not
frightened Anakin as much as the others and therefore could still
salvage a relationship. When the boy nodded, Plo tapped his claws
together. “Then would you please tell us why you’re choosing
him?” Plo asked kindly.

It
was not an insult of Obi-Wan’s skills, it was an honest question of
who had the longest experience so Obi-Wan didn’t take offense to it
even if it stung a little bit considering he was the one who had
taken care of the Sith on Naboo while Qui-Gon had been knocked out on
the walkway by said Sith.

Resting
his head on Obi-Wan’s hip while clinging to him, Anakin blinked at
the council. “Cause he glows, just like mom did… only brighter
and that feels safe.” Anakin turned his head upwards to look at the
one he had chosen as a master, smiling happily up at him without
really being aware of what his statement brought.

“See
him you can? Glow he does?” Yaddle leaned forward, her smooth voice
quite the contrast to the croaking of Yoda.

Peering
shyly at her, Anakin nodded. “Everyone glows but Obi-Wan glows the
best…” He glanced apologetically at the still gobsmacked looking
Qui-Gon. “Sir Obi-Wan glows softly but warmly? And it wraps around
me…” He looked up at Obi-Wan. “Please can I stay with you?”
He questioned hopefully.

Licking
his lips nervously, not looking at Qui-Gon at all, Obi-Wan instead
knelt down to give Anakin his full attention. “You heard what the
others said right Anakin? I’m just now become a knight. I’m not…
I haven’t been anyone’s teacher before… it might be bette-”

“But
I want to stay with you.” Anakin cut in, his blue eyes wide and
round.

A
very small part of Obi-Wan tried not to feel vindictive, the idea of
taking the opportunity from Qui-Gon that he had flung Obi-Wan aside
for.

That
part puttered and died as he looked into the very alive and very
hopeful blue eyes in front of him, uncertainty and faint hope rising
in his own chest.

Maybe
Obi-Wan could be a better master to Anakin than what Qui-Gon had been
these last few weeks to him?

Raising
his hands, he took one of Anakin’s small ones in his, gently
turning it over to stare at little scars and callouses. “…If the
council grants me permission and you truly wish to be trained by me
Anakin, I would be honored to train you to knighthood Anakin
Skywalker.” He murmured before looking past the boy to the council
members.

Anakin
turned quickly, eyes wide before eeping in excitement when there were
slow, cautious nods around, throwing himself at Obi-Wan to sling his
arms around the redhead’s neck, pressing in close.

His
excitement rolled across everyone, Anakin’s untrained and powerful
strength practically a bulldozer to anyone but training would help
that.

Tightening
his grasp, Obi-Wan wondered where he would go from today, if he could
really do this only to look up and meet Qui-Gon’s betrayed eyes.
‘…It’s not so fun to be cast aside, is it master.’ He thought
spitefully but didn’t say, instead tightening his grasp on his
padawan.

The
padawan who had chosen Obi-Wan on a rainy Coruscant day, the water
pattering against the outside in a gentle rythme and Obi-Wan knew
that the council would be watching them, would be watching this
apprenticeship.

He
didn’t care.

This
boy had chosen him and he had chosen Anakin and by the Force, he was
going to do his best by this boy, who had come from a less than
stellar situation to become something more than what he had once
been.

“If
the council will dismiss us, we’ll go get our new quarters
settled.” Obi-Wan stated fondly, half for Anakin and half for the
council, smiling at Anakin when the boy pulled back to smile at him,
blue eyes sparkling in excitement for the future.

“Go
you can, get your new padawan settled in you must… a long road you
have ahead of you.” Yoda finally croaked, giving his blessing on
the apprenticeship even as his eyes were faintly narrowed and his
ears quivered.

Oh
yes, Obi-Wan knew they would be watched but with his hand on Anakin’s
shoulder, he lead the former slave out of the council chamber and
into their new life, ignoring Qui-Gon.

Maybe
it was time for someone other than Obi-Wan to be cast aside.

#thelightinus: Sidious tries to snare something from Obi-Wan again to use for his Sith Sorcery.

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Blasted
karking leaking pus infected cocks!

Glaring
at his blackened hand, Sidious growled to himself before throwing
himself onto his couch to glare at the window while wiping his hand
on his outfit as he didn’t want to soil the couch since the latter
was harder to clean.

Every
time he tried to get his hand on something of Kenobi, it ended up
bursting into fire.

Either
the moment he held it in his grasp, when he infused it with the dark
side or the moment he initiated whatever ritual he required it for.

It
never failed and he was becoming rather perturbed
by it.

It
was as if the Force itself was working against Sidious and with a
growl he summoned one of the more expensive bottles of wine out of
his cabinet with a wave of his hand, pulling a glass after it a
moment later.

‘I
need to get something that won’t burn, something that is still
personal but won’t karking burn… his hair does not work, his
feathers all crumble in my grasp, the soiled bandages lit up like a
bonfire and Force knows the robe Dooku’s little acolyte managed to
get me didn’t work out.’ Sidious seethed with his own emotions.

Then
he paused, the rim of the glass against his lips.

Thinking
back to the blood soiled bandages… it was the fabric that lit up
now that he thought about it.

Little
traces of the feathers attached to the fabric along with the blood.

Kenobi’s
blood…

Maybe
if he could get his hands on the Jedi’s blood he would finally have
a proper ritual item but even more than that, blood could be so
useful.

‘I
still would have preferred the feathers to work, such soft, delicate
things, so
tightly entwined in his physical being that there would be no doubt
that it would work.’
Sidious narrowed his eyes at his blackened carpet, cursing
the pretty little things for once more causing him to need to replace
his carpet before he could allow visitors.

And
he knew that there was some damage control to do, he would need to
invite Skywalker the moment the boy was on Coruscant.

Blast
it, he should have been more careful but to have Kenobi at his
fingertips…

He
could still almost feel the fluttering of feathers, so close and
vibrant and his fingertips itched.

He
would have the other on his knees, he’d rip those wings apart,
Sidious would have Kenobi on his knees, chained and drained and made
into a vassal.

()()()

Brushing
his bared
hand
gently over the wings and scaring away the fireflies that had settled
in the already glowing appendages, Cody smiled faintly to himself as
he continued slowly brushing his hand along the warmth while
tucking his glove onto his belt.

The
glowing bugs took to their own wings and left the General’s alone
as the man smiled in bemusement at him. “They weren’t a bother
you know, I hardly even noticed they were in my wings and they
weren’t really all that gross.” He stated calmly, letting out a
soft noise when Cody settled beside him.

“They’re
pretty but I rather like your wings without anything in them…”
Cody murmured as he sat down on the little rocky outcropping with his
General, both of them now being able to observe the valley below them
full of animals coming and going to the waterhole.

Behind
them the 212th
and the 501st
were winding down, taking the precious moments of rest they were
allowed since the planet’s meteorite shower was interfering with
communications on all points, making it impossible to get mission
order or even locate any enemies on planet.

Glancing
up, Cody let out a thoughtful hum as he took in the flashes of lights
above them as he dared to place his hand down with his fingertips
brushing his General’s lightly, feeling the warmth of skin. “That’s
rather gorgeous a view huh.” He said thoughtfully, as if his heart
wasn’t nervously thumping in his chest, having not really had the
time before to just settle down and observe a meteorite shower from
below.

“I’d
say it is.” Obi-Wan stated fondly and when Cody glanced at him, he
found the Jedi looking at the clone commander with soft eyes, his
wings rustling softly.

Swallowing
heavily, Cody internally sent off a prayer and then shifted his hand
closer, grasping Obi-Wan’s warm, calloused hand in his own, feeling
little scars and dents in the skin.

Little
imperfections that were perfect against Cody’s own.

Instantly
Obi-Wan grasped Cody’s hand in return, cradling the trooper’s
caramel colored hand in his own pale one as they focused back up at
the sky.

After
a moment Obi-Wan’s wing settled around Cody’s shoulder, warming
him and shielding him as they remained sitting side by side, gazing
at the darkening
sky with a cool breeze brushing over their faces.

#guildofexile: Obi and Ani talk.

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Rubbing
his lips as he watched the other with captivation,
Anakin couldn’t stop wondering how the hell he was going to break
to his wife that he couldn’t…

‘He’s
mine. I can’t have both, Padme wouldn’t agree with that, she’s
only sharing me with the Jedi because she thinks I’ll walk away
eventually…’ He swallowed heavily as
he pondered over those thoughts.

It
was a delusion of course, shared
by both.

Both
of them pretending that they could have each other and that it would
work out but loosing each other into the others body was enough to
overshadow everything. Those brief flashing moments of pleasure and
obsession with each other.

A
strain of ‘after the war, after the war we will be just us.’ that
both tried to delude the other with. They both knew that Anakin
wouldn’t walk away from the Jedi… and Padme would not walk away
from her Senator post as long as she was elected.

She
would always fight for her people, for freedom and for peace and he
admired that about his angel so much, her dedication but Anakin…
Anakin needed more.

‘I
make a poor Jedi really.’ He thought ruefully to himself, curls
swaying about his face as a soft breeze fluttered in with the scent
of ozone, Obi-Wan’s powers still lingering in
the air outside where the battlefield had been.

Now
it was their campsite, temporarily until the council or Senate either
recalled them or sent them somewhere else though Anakin wasn’t sure
how much they could really order the Guild around.

Finally
Obi-Wan stepped away from Lace, suited in a medbay with a grumpy look
on her face, and the medic who was looking out for her now, making
his way over to a waiting Anakin.

He
raised a brow at him as he stopped in front of the Jedi, looking him
up and down which had Anakin straightening, before sighing and
rolling his eyes. “Come along then Skywalker, we can head over to
my tent.”

Nodding,
Anakin fell silently into step with the other man, giving Rex a
little wave when they came out.

The
captain saluted back with two fingers, a teasing grin on his face
that had Anakin snorting. He really liked the troopers, they were fun
people, especially when they were out of view of anyone who would
call them on ‘disrespect’ like Rex just had.

Bunch
of poodoo if you asked Anakin, it was just normal human behavior, you
couldn’t adhere to rules and rank all the time, it would only lead
to a breakdown some place.

Settling
down on the crate in Obi-Wan’s tent as a makeshift tent, Anakin
watched as the other started to unsnap himself from his armor and
tried not to drool, the braid swinging freely behind him as Obi-Wan
placed each piece on the rickety bunk. “So, ask your questions.”
Obi-Wan stated, settling his pauldron down beside the vambraces.

“What
did you do?”
Anakin swallowed, hoping he didn’t sound as squeaky as he felt. “I
could feel you vibrate inside of me, as if you were pulling me out.”
He nervously tapped his fingers on his knee.

Pausing,
Obi-Wan stared at the other before huffing in surprise. “I see…
that’s…” He licked his lips before undoing his chestplate. “I
tapped into the cosmic Force, I’ve been traveling a very long time
through the galaxy and I’ve had a long time to convince people from
different sides of the Force to teach me.” Obi-Wan stated slowly
and carefully.

Frowning
slowly, Anakin wondered at the others reaction even as he nodded. “So
you… just pulled on the threads of the galaxy basically?” The
knight tested out.

“That’s
one way to say it.” Obi-Wan hummed before sitting down, still in
his lower half of the armor as he stared at Anakin. “I’m more
interested in the fact that you felt me do it, normally most can’t tell what I’m up to, just that I’m in contact with the Force.” Obi-Wan settled his
hands on his knees.

Tapping
his fingers faster, Anakin nibbled on his lips, wondering if he
should mention to Obi-Wan what he had faintly heard whispers of and what he had felt, that Obi-Wan was his
but decided against it as he figured the other wouldn’t respond
well to that right now. “I mean yeah, the moment you tapped into
it, the moment you… lit up, I felt you.” He shrugged awkwardly.

“You’re
the Chosen one.” Obi-Wan sighed suddenly.

Going
ramrod straight, Anakin swallowed heavily. “What?”

Snorting
deeply, Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest. “You think the
Jedi are the only one who has heard the prophecy of the chosen one?”
He questioned wryly before shaking his head. “Only someone deeply
entwined into the Force, a child of
the Force would feel someone tapping into the dept of it like I did.”
The explanation made sense but it also chilled Anakin to the bone.

He
had always been uncertain about the whole chosen one titled, that had
been Qui-Gon’s claim, not his.

But
here was Obi-Wan, someone outside the Jedi Order but also deeply
Force sensitive and trained, who backed the claim.

“…Would
you teach me how you did all that? Tapping into the cosmic Force?”
He whispered, in a lack of another thing to say.

He
got a slow blink in reply before Obi-Wan hummed and nodded, playing
with the end of his braid in a way that made Anakin itch to grab it
and play with too. “For a child of the Force? Sure, when we both
have time but that would contain a lot of meditation.” He smirked
at Anakin’s grimace of disgust.

Opening
his mouth to reply, Anakin was cut off as Rex suddenly tore into the
tent. “General there is an incoming Seppie fleet! We’re
surrounded!” He cried out, face pale before jamming his helmet on.

Jumping
to their feet, Anakin and Obi-Wan exchanged shocked expression.

Another
attack!

A
fleet just for them!?

“Kaaark.”
Anakin hissed.

Small and Cute prompt: bb!Obi-Wan has a disturbing vision and is scared and distraught. Qui-Gon calms him down.

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Lifting
his head from his pillow when light came through his opened door,
Qui-Gon squinted at the little shape in the doorway, hearing soft
sniffles. “…Obi-Wan?” He rasped in confusion, automatically
lifting his duvet in a silent invite.

Instantly
the teen turned child scrambled over from the door, the light from
the living room window lighting up enough that Qui-Gon could see the
little tear tracks on the boy’s face as he crawled into the bed and
under the arm, tucking himself up against the others chest.

Settling
his arm and the duvet around Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon let out a soft soothing
noise as he settled his hand on the others trembling little back.
“It’s alright my boy, it’s alright child.” He rumbled
quietly, his mind turgid with
sleep.

The
other stilled a bit against his chest then settled, only sniffling a
bit as he wiped at his own face.

Obi-Wan’s
state was so delicate at the moment.

He
was not the teen he had been but he wasn’t really the youngling he
seemed at the same time.

So
Qui-Gon had to thread a very delicate balance in how to care for the
young one, being affectionate without being too much as he cared for
him.

But
when a youngling comes to you in the middle of the night, tears on
his cheeks, standing in your bedroom doorway… you give them a
blasted spot in your bed to cuddle up against your chest while
holding around them.

Pressing
a kiss to the russet mop of hair beneath his nose, Qui-Gon murmured
soothingly while closing his eyes, offering up meaningless platitudes
really but also assuring Obi-Wan that he was there, that Qui-Gon was
going to look out for him and protect him.

He
felt more than really saw anything as Obi-Wan relaxed slowly with his
small hands easing his grip on the older Jedi’s thin sleep tunic.

Qui-Gon
was almost asleep when a soft, childish voice spoke up in the dimness
from his still open door. “Promise?” Obi-Wan whispered, lisping
softly.

Rumbling,
his grip tightening around the boy again, Qui-Gon nodded. “Promise
little imp. I’m not going anywhere.” He rasped out in a sleep
gritted voice while
nuzzling slowly at the soft fluff of hair.

“…kay,
if you promise.” Obi-Wan sniffed softly then settled fully and
after a few moments Qui-Gon could hear and feel the soft even breaths
of a child utterly asleep as he rubbed his thumb along the small
upper back.

So
small and so fragile with powers so great contained
in that little head and body.

It
was strange how delicate a situation Obi-Wan really was with his
comprehension level being much greater than any child his age really
should have and that included to his powers. Waking from the remnants
of sleep, Qui-Gon frowned down at the sleeping head as he considered
that.

He
had assumed, justifiably he’d say, that a nightmare might have
driven Obi-Wan to him but what if it was something else…

‘He
is still prone to visions, as a teen he doesn’t come running in the
night but right now he’s not that impeccable and well-groomed Jedi
padawan is he, trying to be precocious and deal with things on his
own until he could speak with me
in the morning.’ The man mused, nuzzling gently.

He
would need to speak with the boy in the morning, especially
considering how Qui-Gon had to promise he wasn’t going anywhere.

Hi Moddy :), can I ask what will happen next in little broken Ben? Will the council start questioning? If yes, how will Ben handle it?

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It’s
so strange to be back in the council chamber once more, standing in
front of the twelve councilor’s as if nothing has happened.

It’s
a chilly day on Coruscant, he can tell by the frosting on the panel
he can see just beyond Yoda and for a moment he is reminded that it
is the winter season of Coruscant and just how high up they are.

‘It
makes sense that there be frosting on the window panels…’ Ben
reminded himself, feeling far away and yet present at the same time
as he focused on Yoda’s sympathetic. ‘He would know how it feels
to be removed and shaken huh, being as old as he is, having seen so
many others go before him…’ And for a moment Ben remembered Yoda
standing in his quarters when Ben had still been Obi-Wan.

Remembered
the old troll asking if how many of Qui-Gon’s spare robes there
were.

Remembered
shaking old claws accepting one of the bundles of brown clothes.

Yes,
Yoda understood feeling lost and alone.

He’s
feeling better than in years even if he’s still weakened in some
areas but he’s healthy enough that a reluctant Qui-Gon and healers
are finally allowing the council to question him though it’s not
much of a questioning Ben would say as they simply stare at him.

He
wonder’s what they are seeing.

He’s
not much like the young teen that follows Qui-Gon Jinn, he’s had
too many heartbreaks and joys to be that teen.

But
maybe they see something worth everything as they seem very accepting
of his presence in the temple to the point where Yoda is allowing him
the choice to stay,
to enjoy the Archive and the companionship of those around him.

He’s
had several delightful conversations with Jocasta in
holo form from the Tython library,
Yaddle
and Plo about the library Tython
and all the records and scrolls that were there that had long since
been either decade too much or ruined in the temple due to battles
fought.

Like
the last Sith war.

Jocasta
had been beside herself to discover the treasure trove of scrolls
that still existed on Tython.

But
now came the time for answers and he had filled in as many details as
he knew or suspected was true.

But
it was hard to say how much of it was right when there was so much
going on during the clone wars.

At
least the council was now aware that there were Sith in existence and
they would be on guard, Palpatine was going to be watched closely so
they could figure out who his master was and Ben could only… pray
that it would be enough.

Would
be enough to save the temple, the children… Qui-Gon.

“What’s
going to happen to me?” He asked softly, daring
to break into
the quiet Force conversations happening as he focused on the twelve
councilors and
not the frosted panel or Yoda’s twitching ears.

“A
choice I believe I gave you, stay here you could.” Yoda cracked,
tapping his clawed fingers on his cane.

Fisting
his hands together, Ben sighed. “That’s all grand master Yoda but
I…” He slumped a bit, at loss for words.

“What
I believe Ben means,” Jocasta leaned in, her voice soft but a bit
stern as she gave the green skinned master a gimlet eye even through
the holo. “Is what he’s suppose to do,
Ben
is not a man of inactivity.” She scolded lightly while sitting back
on the chair she had found on Tython.

“Do?”
Plo leaned forward, a bit bewildered sounding as he observed Ben, the
time traveler blinking back. “I thought that was pretty clear to
all of us but maybe that’s just me.” He mused.

Confused
and showing it, Ben frowned slightly.

“Work
among the archivists I assume he would,” Yaddle hummed, picking
candies out of her  robe that she was clearly intent on eating… or
slipping into Ben’s pocket when the other wasn’t watching, it was
hard to tell with the woman sometimes. “Work as a head Archivist
under Jocasta, continue with knowledge and maybe one day in the
future, head out to archaeology missions for the Jedi if desired to
leave Ben did.” She put the crunching treat into her mouth.

Blinking,
a bit at loss, Ben opened his mouth then closed it again.

He
could stay and just… work with books and scrolls as he had on
Tython?

He
wasn’t expected to do anything else except maybe answer some
questions occasionally to try and help the order survive?

“Aid
I promised you, if stay you would,” Yoda pointed out in a kindly
voice. “Stay you will?” He questioned, ears twitching.

“…I’ll
stay.” Ben whispered, feeling something close to bone breaking
relief settle into his bones.

“Least
we know he already has a room somewhere.” Mace said in an amused
tone from where he was settled, the man looking utterly relaxed and
stretched out in his chair. He didn’t even have the decency to look
contrite when Ben colored in embarrassment.

“Oh
I’m sure Qui-Gon will be happy to welcome another tenant
permanently into his quarters lest Micah and Tahl start making jokes
about green wookies again.” Si-Fo snorted loudly, yawning a bit.

Well,
Ben must admit he forgot how much of a tease the council could be
when they were relaxed.

‘But
they’re not wrong… Qui-Gon…’

Yes,
Ben would like to return to the other, he’d like that quite much
though the green wookie comment… oh… OH.

Well
now he felt silly even as he felt strangely pleased, shuffling his
feet while looking at his slipper covered toes with a silly little
smile.

‘He’s
jealous…’

You’re not a glutton at all lol ;D In #big warm friend, can we get the staff/regulars working together to keep people/journalists away from Obi, who is totally oblivious? And maybe Fox or Cody has a unit that patrols the diner off the books so Obi-Wan has a safe place to retreat to?

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Generally
tracking a Jedi was hard work, close to impossible if they were
trying to loose a potential tail.

Generally
that was.

It
was not so when one, the Jedi was bone tired and weary and two,
didn’t know they had a tail and therefore wasn’t actively trying
to loose said tail, which made Cody and the 212th
job much easier as they followed their General to the little diner
the first time.

They
knew it was their Jedi despite the hood being up, despite the slow,
slightly shuffling gait.

Because
Cody had put a tracker on the Jedi’s belt in case of emergency and
knew when it moved outside of the temple.

And
so they followed their Jedi as he made his way to the little diner in
incognito.

‘He’s
lucky there’s so many of those robes on the market right now,’
Cody thought to himself in some amusement as everyone fell into their
usual position around the diner. ‘No one is looking at him twice as
a Jedi really.’

Every
blank market armor fell into place and Cody knew that if Obi-Wan
really looked,
he would recognize them off the bat even without the armor markings
of the 212th.
But it made him less suspicious if the color wasn’t there, would
make him assume it was the Coruscant guard.

And
they were benevolent.

As
far as Cody understood Jedi and Force mumbo jumbo, the Force wouldn’t
give his General an alert to benevolent thing unless the General was
outright looking for something wrong and there was nothing wrong
today.

It
was a day like usual, their General shuffling off to Dex diner to
decompress, to escape from the demands of war and the temple for just
some time.

Dex
of course had caught on very quickly that the troopers were
congregating around but after the second time a trooper had
intercepted a well known press member and managed to send them to
another diner, the besalisk just let the human clones do as they
wanted, stationing
themselves around the diner.

At
one point he had actually sent two of his droids out with small
packed snacks and caff in travel mugs for all of them to ensure they
weren’t starving themselves while looking out for their General.

Clearly
he recognized kindred spirits in getting the well known, Negotiator,
some peace and quiet and Cody very much approved of the man his
General had as a friend.

One
time Cody even had to intercept a fellow Jedi General and send them
to the docks to look for Obi-Wan with the excuse that the General was
most likely information gather and honestly that had been a bit
straining but he managed it… somehow.

Hell,
the only reason it worked may be because the Jedi was young and
unexperienced in tracking down someone else.

But
the troopers and the diner owner would do what they could to get
Obi-Wan some peace and quiet.

From
the besalisk guiding Obi-Wan into the most private corner to the
troopers running interference and sending people away from the diner
that could potentially disturb him and frankly, Cody wondered why so
many press
related and senatorial afflicted staff were around Dex!

He
didn’t think it was a known haunt of the Jedi?

Well
maybe but as it stands, Cody will make sure Obi-Wan gets at least a
few hours of peace as he sits and enjoys his tea in the little booth,
hidden away from view with maybe the occasional snack on the house
courtesy of Dex the diner owner.

And
if that made Helix relax when he saw Obi-Wan slowly savor either a
plate of coral fries or even a plate of sweet cake?

Well
that was the 212th
taking some comfort in knowing their General for once was eating
something he really enjoyed.

Ohhh #CuteFacade please? Obi wan being badass and using Ataru because hus vody is not used to Suresu yet? The clones jaws dropping how violent, elegant and goddamn flexible theor shiny general is, please!

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Okay so they were slowly getting used to the change in their General, they had very quickly gotten used to just how cute the other was but there were a few behavioral ticks the other was also exhibiting that made them all aware that General Kenobi had some hormonal changes.

And apparently with a younger body, he could also utilize his former saber style to the fullest and they were treated to the man suddenly bouncing as if he had taken a run of a springboard and landing in the middle of the droids like a violent eye of the storm, slicing the droids apart with a terrifying ease before he continued forward before the droids could even locate the man.

He just continued bouncing and springing forward like this utterly destructive, violent little mass of cuteness that looked at them with sparkling green eyes, pink flush in his cheeks and a delighted grin on his face before he continued further on to get the command droid.

“And then!” Cody slurred, drink sloshing over his cup as he gestured at Wolffe, the 212th and the wolfpack gathered in one of the long tents for some much needed decompression and rec. “Then he laughs! As he jumps up on the tank, he laughs as if he’s having the time of his life.” He snorted loudly.

“He did not.” Wolffe responded with horrified delight as he topped off Cody’s drink, nodding to Sinker to turn up the light as it was getting a lot darker. “Your General did not laugh while climbing up the tank to get at the command droid.” He looked close to laughing or tackling Cody to shake him for more answers.

All of them were ignoring Waxer and Boil snogging in the corner.

Groaning, Longshot dropped his head on the table. “He did! And it was fucking hot! My codpiece was trying to strangle me.” He complained in a muffled tone into the table, his hands clenched around his own mug.

Snorting loudly, Gearshift crawled into Sinker’s lap for cuddles, having had enough alcohol to no longer care about who cuddled him. “Mine chafed me, he was fucking hot, just cackling like some sort of demented warrior climbing out of legend with a karking light sword.” He pouted while settling his head on Sinker’s chest.

“Now I’m almost looking forward to the next battle,” Wolffe snorted before pausing when the Jedi in question poked his head in through the tent flaps, the redhead brightening up as growing hair curled around his ears, his face so open to read without the beard that the 212th and Anakin had managed to convince him not to grow.

“I thought I smelled booze,” He said in a smug, satisfied tone before sliding in and grabbing the full cup from Cody, taking a sip. “Oh, spicy.” Obi-Wan said thoughtfully before tipping the entire cup and swallowing, giving Cody a pat on the shoulder and then rushing of with a comment about General Plo.

Everyone from the Wolfpack, who had yet to encounter the new behavior of the General, stared after him before looking at Cody, the commander shrugging. “He’s a fucking energizer bunny, that boost of alcohol is just gonna keep him running even longer and if Helix catches him, he’s going to shove him into bed and strap him down to ensure he stays in bed most likely.” He huffed.

“Kinky!” They heard called back in the General’s brightly happy, followed by a cackling laugh and then a yelp. “Helix! Don’t! Arrgh!”

Jaw dropping a bit, Wolffe slowly looked back at his vod as Cody rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. “And that would be Helix outright tackling the General to shove him into bed. I think it’s his revenge on us for refusing to allow him a beard.” He got his cup refilled.

Snorting alcohol up his nose, Warthog rubbed desperately at his nose as it stung. “Wait, so that’s true too?” He smirked.

“Looks like a dead womp rat tried to invade his face. It was not a good look.” Cody sniggered, everyone ignoring the pointed yelling of a manic General being shoved and strapped into bed by a medic.

Rubbing his hands together, a smirk so wide it would scare even the seppies, Wolffe glanced around. “I am totally looking forward to fighting with him now. It’s going to be fun for once.” He growled out.

“You wish.” Cody huffed before glancing at his cup. “… Wait does this count as an indirect kiss? Do I win the betting pool Longshot?” He mused before the entire tent descended into arguments if an indirect kiss counted or not in their betting pool.

Ooo Moddy, what was the decision the gods made in your underworld seeds au? Does Qui-Gon get to continue coming and going as he pleases, or will he eat the pomegranate seeds???

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Stepping
into the hall bathed in the light of fire from torches, Qui-Gon let
himself consider the heart of a man.

The
heart of a king and a god was a cold thing, often swept in the
ruthlessness of ruling and numbed down to make the choices no one
else could do. You did not have the luxury of doing as you wanted at
times.

But
the heart of a man?

It
was a fragile and simple thing, bleeding, small and hurting as it
made it’s way through life with emotions as strong and beautiful as a nova, it
was just as powerful as the night sky full of stars and as colorful
as a flower field with the sun shining down.

‘For
all that it’s just a beating muscle in our chest, it’s a powerful
thing.’ He mused as he stepped into the throne room to find Obi-Wan
in his black and silver throne frowning at a scroll he was reading, Anakin standing at his side as
they observed the latest number of dead arrivals and where they were
suppose to go in the underworld.

Oblivious
they continued going over their workload with soft voices as the
servants filled out as Qui-Gon remained in the doorway, standing tall
and comfortable as he waited for privacy.

Finally
they both seemed to catch on to the change as both Obi-Wan and Anakin
looked up with some confusion.

For
a second Obi-Wan’s face showed only surprise and utter delight only
for his face to transform into horror as he sprung from his throne,
rushing at Qui-Gon to grasp the other by his elbows. “Qui-Gon, what
happened!?” He clenched his hands tightly on the sun golden skin.

Smiling
wryly down at the other, ignoring the slight pain as he reached up to cup
the others face and lean down for a kiss that Obi-Wan leaned away from,
more interested in answers clearly with anxiousness and concern
blatant on his face.

“What’s
going on?” Anakin questioned with bewilderment, clearly sensing
something wrong outside of Obi-Wan’s reaction but not able to see
what was going on.

“I
ate pomegranate
seeds,” Qui-Gon murmured, his tone soft as
he confessed to the other what he had done.
“That’s
what’s happened, that’s why I’m different.”

Obi-Wan
gained a stricken look, his
hands clenching and at this point Qui-Gon knew he’d have bruises,
Obi-Wan was stronger than he looked. “You didn’t
just eat pomegranate seeds, you ate underworld
pomegranate seeds. Oh
Qui-Gon what have you done?”
The god of the underworld breathed out. “Qui-Gon, you’ve dimmed
yourself.” He
glanced to the others chest where the gods inner glow was clearly
visible to him, now changed.

Glancing
between them, Anakin stepped back and carefully made himself scarce,
knowing that his intrusion on this conversation was not welcomed.

Looking
at the hands on his skin pointedly, Qui-Gon waited until Obi-Wan
eased his grip, stroking the other god’s face thoughtfully. “I
ensured that I belonged to you, that’s all my Obi-Wan.” He
murmured.

Face
falling, Obi-Wan stared at him with wide eyes. “I-”

“And
no, this is not your fault. I made my own decision,” Qui-Gon leaned
down and gently pecked Obi-Wan on the nose. “The hearts of gods and
goddesses have to be stern and cold, ready to make decisions for the
kingdoms they rule regardless what kind of kingdom it is… but the
heart of men are soft and fragile.” He nuzzled their noses
together.

Letting
out a low noise, hands uncertainly settling on Qui-Gon’s waist,
Obi-Wan stared at him. “I-I don’t understand Qui-Gon.” He
stated, voice shaking.

“I
love you,” Qui-Gon murmured, calmly and unshakingly strong with his
convictions and emotions. “I may be a god but I am also a man and I
feel just as strongly as any mortal ever can and so I ensured that no
one can take you away from me. For six months I have
to come to the underworld and no one can stop me, not even my
father.” He grinned wryly.

Shaking
now, Obi-Wan shook his head. “You’ve… chained yourself to the
underworld just to…” He lost his words and in normal
circumstances Qui-Gon would feel quite proud to leave the other
speechless.

Not
in this one though, this was an act of desperation to ensure the
other gods and goddesses could not bar him from Obi-Wan.

Let
the other squabble and fight among themselves, for Qui-Gon belonged
to the underworld and to Obi-Wan with crystal light shining in the
god of death’s hair and a smile on swollen lips after shared
kisses.

Leaving
a lingering kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips, Qui-Gon felt the warmth of the
cosmos settle into him with his contentment. “There is no one and
nothing else I would be chained myself to, I haven’t chained myself
to the underworld my Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon whispered tenderly as his
hands framed Obi-Wan’s bearded face. “I’ve chained my eternity
to you my love of my own volition.”

Lips
trembling, Obi-Wan let out a noise very close to a breathless whimper
before dragging Qui-Gon down into a kiss as full of desperation as it
was of love.

Flinging
his arms around the other and lifting Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon couldn’t
bring himself to regret one thing.

His
life tied to the underworld and Obi-Wan meant nothing, sacrificing
the sun for six months meant nothing.

His
heart would have died in his chest should he be kept from Obi-Wan.

The
sun had nothing on the others smile and hands and so Qui-Gon’s
decision had been easy in the end as he ate the pomegranate seeds he
had smuggled with him from the underworld for just such an occasion.

After
all, he had his sun in his arms.