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Hi I just read UnsafeGalaxy and omg can you give us more ? Like how does the conversation between Anakin and Asohka happen ? I don’t think she would understand at first ? And the relationship between Obi-Wan and Cody is super cute in this one, could we see maybe some hugs ? Since Obi seems to consider him safe like Anakin.

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Tapping
his fingers on his vambrace, Obi-Wan stared at the darkening sky with
a tired look on his face as he leaned back against the tent pole.

Force
was he ever tired.

Tired
of trauma, tired of long nights, tired of dealing with sleemos, tired
of this damn war.

Ahsoka
had not taken their rather obvious protective ways all that well,
becoming both offended and a bit miffed to the point where both
Obi-Wan and Anakin had no other choice than to explain to her what
had been going on and why they knew it.

Obi-Wan
hadn’t known that Ahsoka could turn that kind of pasty maroon
before, her blue eyes too wide and too innocent despite everything
they had seen with her lekkus twitching and curling in unease.

Explaining
grooming, manipulation, what indecent behaviors
were warning signs and then the potential assault an adult might
commit towards her had been distressing enough.

Explaining
Obi-Wan’s personal experience with it had just been tiring and
after making sure Ahsoka understood, Obi-Wan had left the young lady
to Anakin, his last glimpse being Ahsoka clinging fiercely to Anakin
as the blond whispered reassurance and petted her monterals
carefully.

Closing
his eyes, Obi-Wan tipped his head back against the pole with a sigh.

Was
it so much to ask that the galaxy not taint their order more than it
had to, that Obi-Wan had to deal with the scene of someone actually
daring to even attempt
to groom someone from his lineage? He already had to deal with the
fact that they were karking slavers
by being General’s to the GAR even if all Jedi tried not to think
about it too much.

‘And
even if we had refused, it would have made the Senate declare us for
traitors.’ He thought bitterly to himself, he knew which way the
wind blew in the Senate and how the people around the galaxy looked
at them either with suspicion or uncertainty.

For
all that they had outreach centers to teach people about the Jedi
order, no one really knew anything about them.

Warriors,
mystic warriors, wizards of the galaxy…

“I’d
ask what you’re thinking but I don’t think I’d want to know.”
A calm voice entered his mind and Obi-Wan let out a soft noise,
opening his eyes in surprise as he hadn’t even taken notice of the
Force aura coming close to him.

But
then again it was a safe aura. “Cody.” He greeted with a quiet
noise before accepting the cup the other was holding out to him,
taking a deep breath to smell the lightly spiced dark tea the other
had brought him. “Thank you, this looks lovely.” He huffed out
gratefully.

Settling
against the pole too, the commander nodded. “You looked like you
needed it General and if you were doing what I think you were doing
moments before this then you should honestly have something
stronger.” He chuckled humorlessly.

Taking
a sip of the tea and savoring it, Obi-Wan let out a quiet hum. “And
what do you think I was doing?” He murmured quietly, watching a
small group of the 501st
patrol the camp, obviously having drawn the short straw for the night
watch.

“Spoken
with the commander about what accounts as predatory behavior or
something in that vein I would imagine.” Cody crossed his arms over
his chest, nodding when Obi-Wan grimaced. “Yeah, I figured as much
considering I also heard Commander Tano complain about being old
enough to decide for herself who to speak with.” He sighed a bit.

Taking
another sip to gather his thoughts, Obi-Wan sighed. “She means well
and she’s right, she does have the right to decide for herself
but…” He paused, staring into the dark color of the metal cup.
“She’s also young enough not to have the rights tools yet to
decide. I really didn’t want to have this conversation, I would
have to admit.” Obi-Wan sighed deeply.

Bumping
their shoulders together lightly, Cody caught his attention, his
amber eyes serious when Obi-Wan dragged himself to look at the
commander. “Hey, you were doing it for her best interest. There are
karking di’kuts out there who won’t be kind and she needs all the
tools you and General Skywalker can give her to defend herself, that
includes the knowledge and understanding how to distinguish who are
just trying to take advantage of her.” He murmured before resting a
careful hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, squeezing.

Swallowing
thickly, Obi-Wan shifted closer to the man and sunk himself into
Cody’s side, the arm moving around his shoulders instead and
resting there as they watched the sky darken and the camp lights came
on.

“…Thank
you Cody.”

“Any
time Gene-Obi-Wan, any time.”

Well since Obiwan has been turned into a vampire now in the century love au, can we see Jocasta and Dooku show up at the temple to meet Ben’s reincarnation? With Jocasta automatically coddling quigon and especially coddling Obiwan.

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Settling his love into the prepared medbed, Qui-Gon stumbled over to where Feemor was holding a heated blood pack ready for him, quickly grabbing it and digging his fangs through the casing to feed.

He hadn’t felt this weak in karking decades, had been well feed for so long that his body had been strong and ready.

But creating a new nosfer was always draining even when you were fully feed.

Creating one when you were half feed and said person you were turning had blood loss?

It was amazing they were still both alive.

Dropping the pack into the trash, Qui-Gon accepted the second blood pack that he bit into more leisurely as he turned back to find Anakin had crawled into the bunk with Obi-Wan, curled up around the pale and sweating fledgling while trembling heavily.

‘Oh no.’ He should have expected this honestly, having Obi-Wan start dying just as Ben had done would of course lead to backtracking in Anakin’s rather tenacious grasp on sanity.

Best he could do was to just allow him to remain curled up around Obi-Wan, listening to his soul brother’s mind as Obi-Wan’s body continued transforming slowly.

It should really be quicker but with the rather low amount of blood Qui-Gon had been able to give Obi-Wan, it was taking it’s time compared to when he had turned his sons.

Reluctantly Qui-Gon stepped away from the medbed and dropped the second empty pack into the disposal, opting to walk over to the commander and the medic as they were clearly waiting for information.

‘I hate being the responsible adult, I just want to curl up with my mate and hold him safe, is that so much to ask for?’ Qui-Gon grumbled internally as he only nodded to the two clones. “He should wake up in about three or four hours, depending on when his body finishes transforming.” Qui-Gon rumbled out before they could ask.

Helix and Cody exchanged looks before the commander nodded, letting out a deep breath. “We have a good foothold so we have at least that long before we need to take action and not just defend our position. You’re sure he will wake then?” Cody frowned at him.

Ah, clearly Obi-Wan must have informed the commander that there could be complications. Stroking his beard, Qui-Gon let out a deep sigh. “Well, the potential for a complication is there, however Obi-Wan is strong with the Force and in body and mind even if he was weakened by blood loss,” He decided not to lie to them. “He has a better chance than many and I’ve decided that I’ll believe in my Obi-Wan… there is also Anakin to take into account.” The three looked towards where Anakin remained curled around Obi-Wan.

Feemor and Xanatos had each taken one bedside too, sitting like watchful gargoyles should something happen beside their two youngest brothers of the clan.

“Forgive me for saying this serah Jinn but Skywalker doesn’t seem all that…stable.” Helix stated slowly, frowning at what he thought would be an insult.

Qui-Gon just nodded wearily. “Anakin is deeply tied to Obi-Wan, having him almost die was… traumatic for him, the bond threatening to break inside him. But that bond will also nourish Obi-Wan and keep him tethered to us.” Qui-Gon explained, deciding not to get into the whole brother soul bond and who Ben had once been to them.

Sufficient to say it was a long and tedious story that Qui-Gon did not have the energy for right now.

Not when he had a blasted Jedi council to inform… and his own parents.

Yan and Jocasta Dooku would have to be informed of their new addition as soon as possible and Qui-Gon was grateful to see both troopers relax, accepting of the explanation.

He wasn’t sure if that was just them naturally understanding he was truthful, Obi-Wan’s influence or if Qui-Gon had made himself known to the men but most of the galaxy wouldn’t just have accepted the explanation and he could only imagine how Ahsoka, Obi-Wan’s padawan, was going to take this news.

Tired as he was, Qui-Gon decided not to look a gift bantha in the mouth however and instead focused on what he would need once Obi-Wan woke. “He’ll need blood packs when he wakes just as I did and considering he didn’t get a proper feed, most likely some bacta treatment.” Qui-Gon stated.

Clapping his hands together, Helix nodded, the redheaded clone face turning stern. “Of course, we’ll get that arranged but you serah Jinn should go sit down, you look liable to falling over with tiredness.” The medic shooed him towards the bed.

If it wasn’t so full everywhere, Qui-Gon got the feeling the medic would strong arm him into a bed too but as it was, he allowed Qui-Gon to settle in a chair at Obi-Wan’s bedside, the older nosfer grasping Obi-Wan’s slender hand in his suddenly clumsy feeling one.

Now they played the waiting game and Force, Qui-Gon was so tired of always waiting. ‘My Obi… please my Obi.’

so… can i get more plot with our porn for #ourcollaryourneck cause i really wanna see this meditation circle you mentioned… and then maybe some making out ;)

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Allowing
the other to press him into the elevator wall, Obi-Wan sighed happily
into Cody’s mouth as the other carefully ran his hands along his
side and under the tunic to gently tease at Obi-Wan’s stomach.

When
Yoda had said they needed a trooper as focus, Obi-Wan had been quick
to mention that Cody would be available as the 212th
was off duty and it was not unusual for the commander to arrive in
the temple.

While
that was true for most troopers really, outside of the 212th,
the rest were on some kind of duty, some working with the Coruscant
guards at Commander Fox’s request or doing maintenance on their
ship, armors or weapon.

Mace
had looked particularly sour for a few seconds before he managed to
regain serenity when Yoda agreed for Obi-Wan to call Cody and go wait
for him in the south entrance hall while
the others arranged for the entire temple to start meditating and
join in, preparing for the cleansing ritual though the council hadn’t
informed everyone what they were doing.

Just
that everyone had to join in and the fact that they were ending a
threat with the joining of many Jedi’s power.

Obi-Wan
had to dodge Anakin’s worried messages in that hour and he felt
rather guilty about it but to be fair, he couldn’t really inform
the other fully of the situation without permission from the council…
he had however sent back a message that the meditation had to do with
the biochips, giving his former padawan that much.

So
that left Anakin to start his meditation as Obi-Wan greeted his
commander… and apparently Obi-Wan had a thing for his lovers in
uniform because while the armors had a basic reaction, he had a
visceral reaction to the man in his officer fatigues, all sharp
looking in gray with his rank decorations on his chest, hat sitting
perfectly on his head.

Cody
had looked like a snack
basically.

Gentle,
glove
covered
finger
bumps
and shoulder brushes could not make up for the real thing as having
his lovers close and it was a blessing when the elevator finally
closed to take the direct route up the tower to the council chamber.

Which
allowed Cody and Obi-Wan a few moments to reacquaint themselves with
each other.

And
Cody much to Obi-Wan’s joy had not wasted a moment in backing the
Jedi into the wall to press their bodies flush against each other,
both curling into each others heat.

“Tal
Sarad, cuun Tal Sarad,” Cody murmured hotly against his lips, the
possessive lit in his voice and Force aura making Obi-Wan shiver with
suppressed pleasure. He shouldn’t be so pleased at it but he was.
These men who chose him and him alone. “I missed you.” Cody
hummed, kissing down Obi-Wan’s bare cheek and over his neck,
keeping the kisses purposely light so not to leave any marks.

It
would be hard to explain how Obi-Wan gained those in the hour he was
gone from the council chamber to call and wait on Cody after all.

Sighing
happily, Obi-Wan cupped the back of the others head and rubbed his
fingers against Cody’s scalp. “I missed you too, all of you. It’s
lonely in the temple.” He whined softly, arching his neck as Cody’s
lips lingered on the collar that had once more been reinstated to it
rightful place.

“Mmmn,
I know. Next time I’ll just come with you to the temple.” Cody
huffed, fingers lingering on a hickey on Obi-Wan’s hip.

However
before they could get even more flustered they felt the elevator slow
down and Obi-Wan whined loudly and pouted at his lover as the other
pulled back with a regretful sigh.

He
froze however when predatory amber eyes focused back on the slightly
disheveled Jedi still against the wall. “When we’re done, I’m
pinning you to your quarters bed and ravishing you until you look
like a four credit alley whore Tal Sarad, you’ll feel it for days.”
He swore quietly, tone of voice having Obi-Wan trembling in his boots
in anticipation as Cody licked his lips.

Swallowing
heavily, straightening up on wobbly legs while trying to fix his
tunic and hair as best he could, the braid luckily staying mostly
whole. “That… yes that sounds good.” He stammered, flushing
darkly as he saw Cody’s darkly smug expression.

‘He
does like leaving me stammering and speechless.’ Obi-Wan breathed
heavily, trying to calm down and flush the arousal from his system.

Oh
he hoped the rest of the council just thought it was from the brisk
walk to the elevator.

‘Well
not Mace.’ Obi-Wan amended.

The
other councilor would most likely guess what had most likely been
going on but he wouldn’t say anything so that was fine.

Just
as anticipated, Mace had a knowing look on his face as Obi-Wan
rejoined the circle of councilors.

Smiling
warmly at Cody, Yoda nodded. “Welcome Commander, informed you of
the situation Master Kenobi has?”

Settling
into parade rest, Cody nodded firmly. “Yes Generals, General Kenobi
has fully informed me of what is going to happen and why, however he
has not told me what is going to happen?” He tilted his head.

Leaning
forward, Depa smiled softly at Cody. “To be fair, this is not
something we have done before, with a living being as a focus point.
What we need you to do is simply… sit here and be that focus point,
so we can reach your brothers throughout the galaxy to find and
deactivate the biochips.” She informed quietly.

Cocking
his head, Cody pursed his lips then nodded with understanding. “Ah,
that makes sense… Jedi mumbo jumbo.” He relaxed slowly and
Obi-Wan inwardly winced.

Apparently
he hadn’t informed the other enough to be at ease when he entered
the council chamber and for that Obi-Wan felt guilty.

“No
harm should come to you,” Plo raised his claws. “At best you may
feel some fatigue but at worst you will get a headache considering
where the biochip is located. Are you still prepared for this task?”
The man murmured, always concerned with the troopers health in his
environment.

Never
one to shy from a challenge and knowing that this was for the benefit
of all his brothers and the safety of his Tal Sarad, Cody nodded and
then shifted out of parade rest, settling down with his legs in lotus
position. “I’m ready to start if you all are generals.” He
stated calmly.

Exchanging
looks, the council members got up and moved to the middle, Yoda
settling his clawed hand on Cody’s shoulder with the rest giving
their focus to Yoda to direct. “Then begin we shall… believe in
the Force we must, in it we put our fates.”

The
dices of fates were rolled.

so in shut me down can we have the jedis searching for the plushie Obi Wan lost

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It
felt weird, having others around who knew of Obi-Wan’s condition
that wasn’t a droid and to be able to trust them not to take
advantage of it.

Yan
hadn’t trusted anyone with Obi-Wan in years
but now…

Well,
he had to find Qui and since Obi-Wan didn’t know where Qui was, he
had gone to Mace and spoken with him and now the entire temple was on
the lookout for the lothcat with everyone knowing that it belonged to
Obi-Wan.

Therapy
animals weren’t an unknown factor in the temple though Yan did not
think plushies for adult were that common.

But
that was what brought Obi-Wan calm and the one time he had approached
the concept of Obi-Wan having a living animal for companionship the
other had gone into a minor panic attack while muttering up a storm
into Yan’s shoulder about how living things die.

So
that idea had been scrapped, at least for now.

Plants
however he had managed to carefully introduce into Obi-Wan’s sphere
of hobbies.

Wood
carving, plant care, language lessons, puzzles,
reading and lastly Obi-Wan had gotten into music, playing an ocarina.

Pausing,
Yan stared blankly at an old marble statue of some bothan Jedi from
ancient ages as he thought of the ocarina, a beautiful silver and
blue thing that he in the beginning had thought was just a trinket
Obi-Wan had wanted.

And
Yan wasn’t one to deny Obi-Wan anything he asked for, not when he
so rarely asked for anything in particular for his own enjoyment.

Just
a trinket he thought, something to decorate his room with… until he
heard Obi-Wan playing, the redhead lost in his own music as he had
taught himself how to play the little ocarina. Lost in the music, in
his mind, in the calmness it was the most at peace Yan had seen him
outside of when the other was sleeping or with his plants.

Carefully
he had encouraged his boy, praising his self taught skill because an
ocarina wasn’t a well known instrument but it was a pretty sound
even if it could sound mournful.

A
pretty instrument in pale hands.

Shaking
his head for the memory, Yan rubbed his beard with his fingers as he
glanced about the hall he was in. As far as he remembered, he and
Obi-Wan had passed through this one on the way to the Serenno cuisine
commissary yesterday for breakfast and Yan was sure
he had seen Qui with Obi-Wan at the time.

Maybe
they lost Qui in the commissary?

‘He
could have slipped out of Obi-Wan’s pocket or belt quite easily
actually, as I remember, Obi-Wan was rather excitedly shifting around
while speaking with Vos.’ Yan frowned before nodding firmly to
himself and making his way towards the commissary.

Only
to stop when his name was called behind him, the human pausing and
turning to find master Luminara Unduli gracefully flowing towards
him. “Master Yan, I’m glad I caught you.” She smiled happily.

Inclining
his head, Yan smiled in return. “I’m always happy to give my
attention to those who ask for it but I have to admit I was actually
on my wa-” He stopped talking when Luminara held up a gray dappled
lothcat teddy with a sappy smile and bright blue gem eyes. “You
found Qui.” He breathed out as he accepted the toy.

Chuckling
softly, Luminara nodded, gesturing towards a statue. “I believe the
cleaning droids had somehow pushed it behind the statue. You may want
to give it a gentle wash before you give it back to Obi-Wan.” She
stated calmly.

Examining
the soft toy carefully, Yan nodded absently.

Some
of the gray was dust so a careful wash was for sure in the cards not
to mention there was a little tear in one of the legs he would have
to sew up.

It
wouldn’t be the first time, as careful as Obi-Wan was with Qui, he
was six years old and cuddled regularly. “Thank you so much Master
Luminara, Obi-Wan has been missing him.” Yan breathed out and
smiled warmly at her.

He
got a slow blink in return before her smile softened. “Being
paternal suits
you
Count, you seem more… balanced than the last time I saw you.”
Luminara hummed.

Blinking
at her, Yan just ended up inclining his head before excusing himself
to go care for Qui, hoping to surprise Obi-Wan with his toy, clean
and tended to.

#cutefacade: Obi is determined to regrow his beard. Everyone else is sabotaging his efforts.

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Racing
after the blond, Obi-Wan considered boosting himself with the Force
before firmly telling himself to knock that idea into the sun because
he was not
that childish regardless how much Anakin seemed to think he had some
behavior changes to go with his decrease in age.

“Anakin!”
He roared, jumping over Fives when the poor trooper accidentally
moved into their path. “Give me back my grooming scissor!” The
redhead seethed as the blond continued running away with said
grooming scissors.

“Not
until you promise not to grow your beard!” Anakin yelped back as
he jumped over a crate and then floated it up behind him with a quick
grab of the Force.

“I
will do no such thing!” Obi-Wan growled out, dodging under the
crate before continuing legging it after his damnable long legged
former padawan.

To
begin with, no one had been quite sure what to do with the deaged
master Jedi but after a few intensive test by both healers, from all
sections of the Halls, and then the council it was confirmed that
outside of Obi-Wan losing some years, it was still him.

So
a quick little snip of the regrown padawan braid hair length to
even his hair out and look more presentable,
Obi-Wan was allowed to keep his rank of master as it was still him
only younger.

Still
the same Obi-Wan who had become a Sith slayer, still the same man who
had become a master and still the same man who had joined the
council.

Even
if he looked younger, he still deserved his spot everyone agreed.

Slowly
Obi-Wan started growing out his hair once more, letting
it curl around his ears and over his nape and
with
it he tried tostart growing
his beard out.

Only…
apparently both his own troopers and others took offense to that
because shaving cream had started showing up in his quarters
and general vicinity
and even outright offered to him by said troopers and now that they
had meet up with Anakin, Ahsoka and the 501st
on Felucia…

Well
more drastic measure had been taken apparently.

Which
lead to the current very dramatic chase around the stamped down camp
with the soft sway of the trees filling the air with a fresh smell
around them.

The
little merry chase had started to gather a lot of attention as it
continued and finally someone decided it was time to intervene as
they wiped their hands off and set their helmet aside to have both
hands available.

“I
know I taught you not to run with scissors!”
Obi-Wan roared only to be cut off with a yelp as a white and orange
armored man was suddenly standing in his path, Cody outright lifting
Obi-Wan off his feet with the momentum he had and lifting the Jedi up
on his shoulder.

For
a few staggering steps, it looked like they were about to collapse
when Cody found his balance and stood, feet spread wide with Obi-Wan
blinking on his shoulder as Anakin came to a panting still stop
several feet away.

“…Cody!
What is the meaning of this?” Obi-Wan huffed, squirming until he
was set down in front of his commander.

The
man raised a brow, hands going behind his back as he settled into
parade rest. “Permission to speak freely sir?” He questioned, a
tad dryly.

Leery,
Obi-Wan paused in straightening out his robe, giving Anakin an evil
look over the troopers shoulder before focusing back on Cody to give
the man his undivided attention. “Of course, you never have to hold
your tongue around me.” He stated as calmly as he could, only
slightly winded.

“You
look like a rodent died on your face sir.” Cody stated bluntly.

Wincing,
Obi-Wan reached up to touch his jaw before glowering weakly at Cody.

“It
looks horrible General Kenobi,” Cody continued just as bluntly
though a tiny bit of sympathy was entering his amber gaze. “I know
you would prefer to look older sir but honestly, you seem more like a
very young man trying desperately to get in his scraggy stubs to fool
a bouncer to get into a nightclub.” He finished up, still in parade
rest.

Still
rubbing his jaw, Obi-Wan lost his glower. “…Is it really that
bad?” He mumbled. He had hoped that this period wouldn’t come
around but it seemed that he really was in the same state as when he
was knighted with his body.

Nodding
slowly, Cody smiled emphatically. “Yes sir. I would suggest instead
bearing your ‘baby’ face as it’s called with your head held
high. It would look… a lot more respectable than the womp rat on
your face.” He shrugged slightly.

Sighing
deeply, Obi-Wan pouted up at him.

Color
rose up Cody’s neck, cheeks and ears, darkening the scar on his
temple but he didn’t look away nor did his expression change until
Obi-Wan, reluctantly, nodded with a pouting sulky look on his face as
he turned and made his way back towards the tent. “Fine, I’m
shaving… but you’re all assholes for this!” He called over his
shoulder before disappearing into his tent.

Rex
slid up to his vod’s side and raised his hand to Cody, the two
quickly exchanging a high five as Cody let out a heavy, relieved
breath.

“Kark
he’s too cute for words.” Cody hissed, rubbing over his burning
face with his free hand.

Sweeping Gundark- How did this “Jinn, Kenobi, and Skywalker drama” start? How long has the chase been going on?

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Obi-Wan Kenobi is the pride and joy of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn and everyone and their grandmaster bunions knows this fact.

They also know that thanks to the unfortunate way their apprenticeship started out when Obi-Wan was sent off to Bandomeer, Qui-Gon is also severely protective of said padawan though it could be put as a normal level of protectiveness considering young Kenobi is a redhead in dangerous situations at his master’s side.

But then again, when Obi-Wan becomes sixteen and starts drawing the eye of many a would be suitor Jinn clearly has a change of heart as he in this way becomes rather overprotective as it becomes clear to everyone that Obi-Wan is naive in the manner’s of the heart.

Some speculate that Obi-Wan just isn’t interested in such manners, perhaps being aromatic or asexual but that’s disproved by Quinlan Vos who comes out of kissing Obi-Wan with a grin and a new respect for Jinn’s dueling skills as the old gundark catches onto the rumors.

It’s not that Obi-Wan’s not interested, it’s just that he’s naive and seems to require a good emotional connection to the person before he engages in such a thing.

And that’s about the time Anakin Skywalker comes back from his year long mission, the year old knight walking right into a pillar with his master on his back as he ends up staring at a laughing Obi-Wan as he and Bant are having a water fight in the garden, both in their thin shift, slightly sheer tunics and leggings that are wet and clinging to their skin.

Yaddle was not pleased as the knight had dropped her in his haste to rub his face and check that no one saw him walk into the pillar.

Someone had.

That someone was one Qui-Gon, I am an overprotective gundark, Jinn who instantly moved to his padawan side while calling for Obi-Wan in faux cheerful voice, pulling his robe off to slip around the teen and bundle him away with the excuse of dinner and homework, Bant waving happily goodbye.

And so started the Kenobi, Skywalker and Jinn drama with Anakin trying to pursue Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon sabotaging it when he could for the next few years.

“He does know that eventually Obi-Wan is going to catch on, right?” Depa mused thoughtfully as she, Yaddle and Shaak watched Qui-Gon tucking Obi-Wan under his chin and fluffing over him as if he was a hatchling and not a nineteen year old human.

In front of the two was Anakin, looking rather perturbed as he had been trying to get Obi-Wan out for dinner.

Snorting deeply and rather unladylike, Shaak lekkus twitched with her amusement. “To Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan is still that dirt coated young padawan in a blaster collar,” She chortled quietly if a bit sadly.

Snorting equally deeply, Yaddle tapped her claws on her thigh before turning from the display of an overprotective master to focus back on her fellow masters. “The last lecture from Mistress Tidida any of you caught?” She decided to ignore the squabble and let them figure it out.

After all, Anakin and Obi-Wan would figure it out eventually and Qui-Gon would have to accept that his young padawan wasn’t so young anymore.

Perking up, Depa nodded eagerly. “Yes, her theories on the living Force was especially intriguing but I’m not sure I agree with her philosophy on the nature of pain and acceptance.” The younger master mused thoughtfully.

Snorting deeply, Shaak gave a full toothed grin and delved into the discussion with the other two, all three pointedly ignoring the drama behind them as the betting pools grew once more for the new day with Quinlan Vos looking happier and happier with how the bets were becoming.

Though honestly with how Obi-Wan almost looked like a tug toy between the two older Jedi, Quinlan figured he should cut his friend a percentage of the pool after everything he was going through, looking adorably confused and pouting between his master and the knight that was interested in him.

Breakabarrier. So the pregnancy is really early on and, as we know, there are some rather unpleasant early side effects… and we also know that Obi-Wan has a thing about people taking care of him, and not accepting it easily. Maybe the symptoms start and Obi is trying to keep it on the downlow because he’s self conscious, doesn’t think it’s worth bothering them, etc.. but honestly he’s miserable

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Watching
the rather perturbed looking Jedi master wander into the for
once sunny looking council
chamber,
the rest exchanged curious gazes before Depa decided to cut to the
chase and just ask the man. “Obi-Wan, is something wrong my
friend?” She stated, leaning back in her chair to rest her aching
back.

The
omega paused on his way to his chair, blinking at her before reaching
into his pristine
robes. “Anakin came back as you all know, also thank you for giving
him some decompression
time,” He tacked on distractedly. “But when he came back, he
brought back an action figure of me from the Biscuit Baron.”
Obi-Wan continued in that same distracted tone.

“…I’m
sorry what?” Mace puzzled at the man while
several blinked.

Instead
of verbally answering, Obi-Wan finally
fished out of
his robe the
figure in question and it was indeed
a little figure of himself much to the amusement of everyone else.
“Wait for it.” Obi-Wan murmured, fiddling a bit with the back of
the toy before the lightsaber in the toy’s hand lit up and the toy
went ‘Hello there.’

Covering
his mouth, Mace felt a grin grow as he suspected whoever made the
wall eyed toy had gone into the war footage and found a sound clip of
Obi-Wan that
had been given to all such toy.

Clearly
he was not the only one amused as there was discreet coughs and
shifts.

An
evil look crossed Obi-Wan’s face as he tucked the toy away into
his robe again.
“I’m not the only one, Anakin just didn’t get everyone else.”
He stated in a warning tone before focusing on Yoda. “Your’s
blows bubbles.” He
stated mischievously.

Yoda,
who had been rolling his cane in his hands with twitching ears,
froze. “…From where the bubbles comes? Worried I now am.” He
croaked out
in shock, ears
twitching wildly.

Finishing
his walk to his chair, Obi-Wan sat down. “Your mouth, it’s wide
open and every time the bubbles comes out, it says ‘A Jedi I am
hrmmm.’” He snarked at the old master before lifting one leg to
gently rub at his ankle through the boot, a
small grimace on his face.

Watching,
Mace felt his brow raise slowly, ignoring the rest of the council
‘discreetly’ checking the holonet both for Yoda and for
themselves from the Biscuit Baron’s jolly meal.

A
slow suspicion started to burn as he eyed his unchanged looking
friend but with the knowledge he had… he
could take an educated guess what was up based on the pregnancy and
Obi-Wan’s general behavior through the years.

“Obi-Wan,”
He started cautiously as the other looked up from rubbing his ankle
to blink at Mace. “Are your ankles already sore?” Mace got a
taun-taun in headlight look from the man, the redhead quickly placing
his foot down only to wince at the speed he had done it, the heel of
his boot clicking a bit.

Grimacing,
Mace crossed his arms over his chest. “You know we gave Skywalker
decompression
time to spend time with you yes? You are his mate and you are in a…
precarious situation right now technically even if your body is made
for it.” He stated dryly.

Obi-Wan
muttered something Mace couldn’t hear, ears color red and making
him look like a turnip instead of a human but he was more interested
in how Depa shifted in her seat and tried reaching for Obi-Wan as she
abandoned her search for herself as a toy, growling faintly. “You
are not a burden Obi-Wan, stop calling yourself that. Let your mate’s
spoil you. I mean honestly, you need care on a normal day not to
mention when you’re stuffed full of kit.” She huffed before
outright just getting out of her chair and marching over to Obi-Wan.

The
rest of the council just watched as Depa lifted a squeaking and
squirming Obi-Wan and sat herself down in his chair with the man on
her lap, wrapping her robe around both of them to look like a
brooding owl or something.

“…Are
you closing in on a rut Depa?” Mace questioned thoughtfully,
watching her while rubbing his chin. “You’re acting very rut like
and protective.” He pointed out when she shot him a hard look over
Obi-Wan’s head.

“… Well
maybe.” She grumbled. “My point still stands!” Depa stated
strongly.

Looking
to Kit, Mace shrugged. “We best write her off the roster for a
while, until after her rut, let her nest her padawan for a while and
let her visit her troopers,” Mace smirked. “Not like we could
keep Commander Grey
out of the temple anyhow.” He added in a teasing tone only to
outright laugh when Depa growled warningly at him while cuddling
Obi-Wan against her chest.

Obi-Wan
just looked sulkily on though on the lowdown, rather pleased to be
cuddled which everyone made note of.

Best
inform Skywalker and Amidala there was some backtracking in Obi-Wan’s
behavior it seemed.

#therapynubby- Ani asks Obi and Qui-Gon about their conflict

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Slipping
his crystal into his new lightsaber, Anakin breathed out deeply
before raising the saber and activating it, beaming when it lit up
their quarters in yellow as Qui-Gon came closer to inspect.

Glancing
hopefully up at his master, Anakin felt his smile grow at the proud
and somewhat awed look on the others face as Qui-Gon reached down to
pat him on the shoulder. “Well done Anakin, you’ve come a far way
from the first saber you made though I do hope you won’t make this
a habit of your sacrificing your lighsabers.” The man raised some
bushy brows and Anakin winced a bit under the quiet scolding before
smiling sheepishly.

“No
master, it was an emergency situation, if I hadn’t needed to power
the speeder I wouldn’t have sacrificed the motor in the saber.”
He murmured truthfully. Honestly the fact that he could tinker a
makeshift, transportable bomb out of a speeder and the motor of a
lightsaber should be impossible but somehow Anakin had managed and he
wondered what kind of face Obi-Wan would have made if he was there to
see the distraction.

A
firework display pretty much!

The
thought of his lineage brother however had him pause as he powered
down his saber, staring at the black and silver details before
looking up at his master. “Why didn’t Obi-Wan want to speak with
you?” Anakin questioned softly.

A
spasm of emotions went over Qui-Gon’s face so fast that Anakin
couldn’t identify it all before the man sighed deeply and sat down
beside his padawan on their squishy couch, the man settling his
elbows on his thighs while lacing his fingers together.

Watching
him, Anakin frowned at the thoughtful, saddened expression. Master
Windu had already had a hand in trying to explain some, how Qui-Gon
would often dismiss Obi-Wan’s emotions but there had to be more
didn’t there?

And
why not ask one of the people involved.

“When
Obi-Wan was twelve, almost thirteen, I meet him for the first time…”
Qui-Gon started slowly and Anakin could feel a stone sink in his
stomach at the tone of voice the other used, the heavy, sad voice of
a man full of regret.

And
that’s how Anakin learned of Bandomeer, of Xanatos Du Crion, of the
explosive collar wrapped around Obi-Wan’s throat.

His
stomach turned to ice and to fire and then just to ashes as Qui-Gon
continued speaking, the man staring at the window the entire time
without looking at Anakin to see how the other took it. It almost
felt like now that he was first speaking, he couldn’t shut up and
Anakin couldn’t find it in himself to ask the other to be quiet.

He
had asked for this but Force,
he had no idea what he had anticipated.

Not
this however.

Not
Obi-Wan becoming traumatized by his own master, not the distance
between the two, not the evidence of bullying that had happened in
Obi-Wan’s past as Qui-Gon admitted to suspecting and so much more.

Finally
the man went quiet, sighing deeply. “I’m ashamed to admit that…
that was not the last time such a thing happened as me ignoring
Obi-Wan’s needs.” He murmured in a broken tone.

‘Nubby
helps Obi-Wan cope with his anxiousness in trusting people and with
the past that has given him other afflictions…’ Windu had told
Anakin.

Now
Anakin couldn’t help but wonder what those other afflictions could
be because karking hell, what kind of twelve year old offered to blow
yourself up, even a Jedi youngling!?

Glancing
at Qui-Gon, Anakin licked his lips. “…I think you broke him
master.” He whispered out, tensing up because that wasn’t what he
had meant to say.

Qui-Gon
however just slumped and nodded in agreement, hands clasped together
so tightly his knuckles were turning white. “I think so too Anakin,
I think I broke a wonderful young man, who could have done so much
better than me.” Qui-Gon rumbled out, one lone tear sliding down
his cheek to hide in his craggy beard without the man bothering to
wipe it away.

Anakin
couldn’t help but pity them.

Obi-Wan
for what had happened to him.

Qui-Gon
for not realizing what he had done until it was too late.

‘Is
it too late for them to get better though?’ Anakin wondered even as
he tucked his saber onto his belt with numb fingers.

Hi Moddy, could you continue The Risk? Anakin maybe mentions his theory about the father and someone, maybe Ahsoka, points out that Waxer and Boil are dating and maybe so are some of the others. As well as, that it is completely plausible that none of them are the father and they just went so that they could help Obi-Wan later on. Also that there is no proof the father is a clone and for all Anakin knows the father is another Jedi or a civilian.

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Pausing,
spoon slowly being lowered back into her stew, Ahsoka stared at her
master before giggling faintly and shaking her head, lekku’s
curling in response to her amusement.

Pouting
at his padawan, Anakin pointed his own spoon at her. “Hey, they
could be, you know Obi-Wan likes the troopers.” He tried to defend
his point of view.

Tapping
her spoon on the bowl, Anakin gave him a full toothed grin. “Well
yeah but you know that Boil and Waxer are dating right?” She said
teasingly. “And even if one of those haven’t knocked each other
up accidentally, the 212th
are as protective of Obi-Wan as the 501st
are over us!” She chirped happily, suddenly
understanding why Anakin had looked relieved that Obi-Wan wasn’t
joining them for dinner.

Blasted
man had wanted to air his theories to her!

Frowning,
stirring his stew slowly, Anakin reluctantly nodded. “So you think
they’re just there to help then?
I mean it’s not unbelievable and I know Waxer and Helix at least
really likes kids.” Anakin frowned a bit before shrugging.

Maybe
he was wrong and one of the troopers weren’t the father.

But
that left him back on square one since Obi-Wan wasn’t answering
questions on who the father was.

‘He’s
not ashamed of the father or the baby, if he was, that would be
obvious.’ Anakin mused to himself before sighing internally and
rubbing his face with his mech hand. Honestly he had kind of been
hoping it was one of the troopers because they were some of the best
people Anakin had ever had the pleasure of being around and talking
with.

“If
it was one of the troopers though,” Ahsoka suddenly said, sounding
thoughtful while sitting back in the chair. “I would take a guess
at it being Commander Cody actually, Master Obi-Wan has always been
fond of him and sometimes he comes out of Master Obi-Wan’s tent
rather late at night.” She stuffed a spoonful of stew into his
mouth.

Snorting,
Anakin swirled his spoon in the air. “They’re going over
requisitions and battle line up Snips, believe me, their
conversations are boring and I know, I tried to eavesdrop on them a
few times.” He stated dryly which had Ahsoka crack up again.

“You’re
a wee spy Skyguy.” The togruta cackled at the human who just
ignored her and continued eating, still pondering who the hell was
the dad.

()()()

Letting
out a soft noise as he tucked his face into Cody’s neck, Obi-Wan
smiled drowsily. “This is nice.” He mumbled.

Snorting
a bit as he continued steadily rubbing his Jedi’s back, Cody
couldn’t help but glance about the crowded barracks room. “Yeah,
stuffing ourselves onto a narrow bunk with most of my commander vode
around and no privacy, very romantic.” He stated dryly and ignored
Fox stifling his evil cackling.

Obi-Wan
chuckled faintly in reply. “Well, I would have enjoyed some more
privacy but your vode wouldn’t go around spreading rumors anyhow
and any time I get to spend with you is good time to me.” The Jedi
nuzzled into the joint of Cody’s neck.

Softening
slowly, Cody ran his hand over Obi-Wan’s light stomach swell.
“Well…
there is that.” He agreed quietly, ignoring Rex making kissy faces
with Wolffe. Screw them, he had Obi-Wan tucked into his arms on the
narrow bunk and why shouldn’t he just enjoy that as he felt Obi-Wan
lightly mouth at his neck.

“…You
know you’re gonna have to tell them eventually who the dad really
is right?” He pointed out after a moment.

“Meh,
let Anakin guess for a bit longer, he looks like a frustrated dog.”
Obi-Wan sniggered happily and then yawned deeply, somehow managing to
snuggle in even more tightly to Cody’s side much to his enjoyment
as he gave his vode the middle finger  behind Obi-Wan’s back with a
pleased smirk as they mock gasp and ‘fainted’.

It
was good to be loved.

Hi Moddy! Thanks for all the great stories you share! Would you consider continuing the one with Obi-Wan looking like a tasty treat in Mando armor (#SexystupidObi)? Something like with him in armor, a clone (Fives?) gets up the nerve to challenge him to a hand-to-hand combat contest for fun like they do themselves. When he loses, Fives gets to claim a forfeit (a kiss?). Once they see that, many clones are lining up to challenge him; Obi-Wan is bemused by the attention but enjoys it in good fun.

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Laughing
contently as he rubbed his now sore shoulder after being slammed into
the ground and then held in a very tight thigh lock by Fives, Obi-Wan
nodded to the grinning man. “Good match my friend, you troopers do
earn your armor quite earnestly I’d say.” Obi-Wan rolled his
shoulder a bit, hearing it crack.

‘I’ll
have to speak with Helix, make sure it’s not too damaged outside of
bruising.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself.

When
Fives approached him to ask for a hand on hand spar, Obi-Wan had been
uncertain until the man pulled out some rather impressive puppy eyes
which had the Jedi agreeing with a few rules in place.

Obi-Wan
would dig out his armor, he was not allowed the Force while fighting
and it was only
hand to hand, no weapons of any kind allowed which had Fives whooping
in joy before bouncing over to the little stamped down area where the
troopers had been sparring earlier, the grass already torn up.

That
of course got everyone’s attention when Obi-Wan came out of his
tent dressed in his mando’a armor, adjusting the vambraces and
pauldrons before heading to Fives.

And
that again lead to the crowd gathered around, cheering their favorite
on though Obi-Wan felt a warm glow in his stomach as everyone from
the 212th
cheered him on while Anakin jeered at them both playfully and Ahsoka
was taking bets.

He
ignored the latter because honestly if Anakin wasn’t stepping in to
stop it then Obi-Wan shouldn’t either.

He
honestly hadn’t expected to loose so thoroughly, but Fives showed
the superior hand to hand combat the troopers were trained with, an
experienced ARC trooper as he was he took the victory after a good
fifteen minutes of hand to hand though Obi-Wan would like to say he
put up a good fight.

Bouncing
a bit, Fives wiped the sweat off his face with a giant grin. “Does
that mean I get to take a prize
despite
you being a Jedi?”
He chirped hopefully as the troopers either grumbled or laughed and
cheered around them, people paying up lost bets.

Pausing,
Obi-Wan leveled his eyes at Fives with a curious face. ‘Right, the
victor gets to claim a prize. Forgot about that.’ Pulling up a
smile, Obi-Wan shrugged while ignoring the pain in his shoulder at
the action. “To the victor the spoils my friend, name your prize.”
Obi-Wan chuckled while brushing some grass off his sliver vambrace.

Tapping
his lips, Fives eyes suddenly lit up in some mischievousness but also
darkened a bit but before Ob-Wan could analyze it, the man stepped
closer and cupped the back of Obi-Wan’s head, ducking his head for
the last few inches and pressed his lips against Obi-Wan.

If
he had truly wanted, he could have stopped it of course.

But
he did say Fives could name his prize and a kiss was not the worst
thing Obi-Wan could give away.

Actually…

Swaying
a bit into the man, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but lean into the kiss
with a low noise, arms coming up to rest his hands on Five’s chest
plate as he realized just how long it was since someone had kissed
him and Fives smelled quite nice and there was a faint taste of caff
on the others lips.

There
was a buzzing in his ears when Fives pulled back, grinning at him
before winking at Obi-Wan. “I hope we can spar again some day
General, this was fun.” He chirped, fingers lingering in Obi-Wan’s
hair before pulling back, whistling in satisfaction.

Blinking
a bit, Obi-Wan licked his lips before huffing lightly in amusement.
“Well, that could easily be arranged.” He chuckled faintly, not
seeing Cody turn bright red behind him or Anakin flailing and falling
off the crate he had been sitting on as the blond Jedi looked close
to spitting fire.

No,
Obi-Wan was busier wondering if he should have enjoyed that kiss as
much as he did.

But
ah, to the victor goes the spoils.