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Can we see some more Codywan in Knitting Love? Perhaps the clones find something while the drain is being removed?

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Handing
over the couple proved to be harder than Obi-Wan anticipated as he
rubbed his face tiredly with the door closed in front of him.

But
he couldn’t be in the room.

No
more than the absolute bare minimum could be in the room when the
drain was being removed because of the danger of a backlash and the
healers and council members in attendance had to focus on Padme and
Anakin, the latter being there to bolster Padme’s reserve and keep
the babies safe.

Mace
patted him on the back. “They’ll be alright, Plo and Adi along
with healer Che knows exactly what they are doing even if Force
drains haven’t been in use for over a century.” He murmured
quietly.

Nodding
tiredly, Obi-Wan gave his friend a meek smile. “I know, I just… I
worry.”

Nodding
slowly, Mace looked thoughtful before turning a bit and tilting his
head. “Good thing I called for some distraction hmm?” He teased
lightly with
a smirk.

Turning,
Obi-Wan frowned before letting out a laugh as he noticed Cody
standing at the end of the hall with his helmet under his arm. “You
devil,” He laughed before making his way towards the man with a
smile. “Cody, you didn’t ha-” He blinked as the man raised his
hand.

Huffing
lightly in awe, Obi-Wan took the offered gift. “You… you’ve
learned to knit?” He whispered, staring at the orange and blue
beanie that had been knitted as neatly as possible.

“Well,
you have been teaching us and clones are nothing if not quick at
picking up on new skills,” Cody smirked lightly at him before
it softened with some nervousness. “Do you like it?” He asked
hopefully.

Snorting
a bit, Obi-Wan happily tugged the beanie on his head with a wide
grin. “It’s lovely Cody, you really outdid yourself and I can’t
wait to use it for cold days.” He chortled softly.

Blushing
slightly, Cody rubbed the back of his neck before shrugging. “So
since I’m here already and whatever’s going on with General
Skywalker and the Senator seems to take quite a few hours, how about
we get some tea together and maybe some lunch?” He questioned while
offering his arm to the Jedi.

Snorting
softly, Obi-Wan took the offered arm while leaning against the other.
“If I’d known you would just end up back here, I
wouldn’t have sent you to the barracks. I would have been just as
well to let you relax in my quarters.” He chuckled quietly even as
he ignored Mace knowing look in his back.

Boots
clicking on the floor as
they walked, Cody let out a small laugh. “Well to be fair, you
didn’t know and it gave me time to collect the beanie so I could
give you it.”  He squeezed Obi-Wan’s hand.

“Fair
though I have a gift for you in my quarters since we’re talking
about gifts and all…” Obi-Wan hummed softly.

“Kinda
hoping it’s a beanie or a glove now even though we already got our
helmets and our GAR standard gloves…” Cody hummed, a pleased note
in his voice as he tightened his grasp on Obi-Wan’s arm as if he
wanted to do something else.

Like
wrap his arm around Obi-Wan instead.

‘I
wouldn’t be opposed to that actually…’ Obi-Wan mused to
himself, resting his head on Cody’s shoulder, temporarily leaving
his troubles behind a
locked door in what he considered capable hands.

I know you recently did a post for Freedomintruth (it was incredible as always) but I’m slightly confused to what lead to the confrontation, because in the previous chapter/post the council had just been informed of the Darth plegious story and saying that had to be careful and gather solid evidence. If possible would you please be able to fill in some details of what happened? Maybe as flashbacks or explaining/debriefing to someone?

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Letting
Anakin lead him towards the elevator, Obi-Wan took an unencumbered
breath as
the healers had finally removed all his breathing assistance. His
eyes were damaged but not so badly that he couldn’t see as the
healers had feared.

Obi-Wan
would never see well again, his gaze was foggy and he would be
practically blind during the night but he was alive and that was
something he would appreciate.

Then
there was Anakin…

Glancing
to his side, Obi-Wan took in the flash of black and metal hidden away
in the others hair, the hearing aids the other was now permanently
equipped with thanks to Palpatine.

He
still couldn’t believe it honestly.

If
Anakin had trusted the council less or trusted Palpatine more…
maybe the situation would have ended differently but Anakin had come
to them when Palpatine had told the knight that he was a Sith, had
offered to ‘save’ the life of someone precious to Anakin.

Obi-Wan
could easily guess who and he figured so could the rest of the
council if they really cared to but for now everyone was content to
believe it was Obi-Wan the old bastard had implied.

Leaning
heavily on the others shoulder, Obi-Wan let out a heavy breath that
had Anakin stopping and checking on him. “Hey, do you need me to
take you back to the Halls?” Anakin murmured worriedly, the knight
checking carefully.

Shaking
his head, the old master gave as light a smile as he could. “No,
I’m not hurting Anakin. I’m just tired and want to sit down, it’s
a long walk to our quarters.” He confessed and at this point he was
honestly regretting rejecting the hoverchair the healers had offered
him.

Raising
his brows, Anakin huffed. “I told you we should have taken the
hoverchair, you were healing slow
and you had to heal the natural way because of how busy things were
in the Halls.” He pointed out sternly.

Shifting
a bit back so he could lean against the wall instead, Obi-Wan smiled
meekly which had Anakin’s face softening.

“I’ll
go back and fetch it, just… wait on me here Obi-Wan.” Anakin
squeezed his shoulders, leaning in to give the master a hug before
disappearing back towards the Hall with quick steps as Obi-Wan
watched him go.

Force
he was so tired, he was aching everywhere and he knew that healing
the natural way would leave him sore and in a bad state but
considering how bad he felt, he wondered just how badly banged up he
must have been.

Closing
his eyes, Obi-Wan rested the back of his head against the cool marble
floor. ‘…He must have thought he had control of Anakin, that his
fear would make him choose Padme over him along with his lack of
trust in the council.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself, working no to
slide down the wall.

Force,
everything ached despite him being pumped full of painkillers and he
was going to settle on the couch with Anakin once in their quarters,
of that he was sure.

The
healers had warned about not pushing too hard the first few weeks.

‘And
they still don’t know if Master Yoda will wake…’ Obi-Wan
breathed out heavily. Mace had woken a few days ago before Obi-Wan
had been allowed to leave, the master of the order being tucked into
one of the bed along side every other injured Jedi and those still
remaining in the temple of the civilians.

He
was not a happy man but too weak to really complain as the healers
continued working with what the bacta had not fixed.

Internal
injuries were a bitch and bacta did not work on what it could not
touch, that was why bacta mist existed for things like lung injuries.

There
was a low hum and Obi-Wan opened his eyes, finding Anakin coming up
the end of the hall with a hoverchair.

Straightening
slowly with a smile on his face, Obi-Wan observed his old padawan,
friend and brother at heart.

‘Thank
the Force you chose us Anakin. I don’t know where I’d be without
you at our side but
I know I would be lost regardless.’
Obi-Wan thought as he let himself be guided into the chair, ready for
a nice long nap.

Lightinus: How about a grooming session with Anakin, that be a nice bonding or maybe some Cody time?

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Table
and couch pushed to the wall, the two Jedi sat on the floor with
their meditation mats under them for padding with the winged one
having spread his wings out as far as he could with the blond one
sitting behind the other man.

Slowly
the blond ran his flesh hand through the soft glowing feathers while
the mech one held and titled the wing as carefully as possible to get
the best angle.

Soft
little feathers fell out at every move, added to a bowl beside the
blond as he worked. “You know, we should get you something like a
grooming brush or something.” Anakin spoke.

Letting
out a soft, floaty hum, Obi-Wan just swayed a bit with his wing
twitching in the grasp of the other man. “Uhu…” Obi-Wan
straightened his back a bit.

Smiling
in amusement, Anakin continued working his fingers. “This is like a
scalp massage to you, isn’t it?” He teased in amusement, ignoring
the door opening behind them as he continued working steadily.

“Uhu,
feels good. Nice touch, soft touch… geeeentle.” Obi-Wan yawned a
bit, his head falling forward to rest his chin on his chest.

Someone
stopped beside Anakin and he glanced up quickly to find Commander
Cody beside him, kitted out in his officer garb. Giving the trooper a
quick nod, Anakin went back to his grooming session, hiding his smile
at the entranced look on the man’s face.

He
had suspected for quite a while that Cody loved Obi-Wan and honestly,
he couldn’t think of someone he approved of more than this man who
would both challenge and comfort Obi-Wan.

“I
should have just had you lay down on your chest before I started,”
Anakin continued to tease, shifting to the other wing as he reached
the end of the now groomed right wing. He got a whine in reward for
the pause before a soft moan escaped Obi-Wan when he started rubbing
at the base of the primary feathers to break them open and spread the
healthy oil down. “At least you wouldn’t be liable to falling on
your face if you were already laying down.”

Obi-Wan
just flapped his hand at Anakin and then arched his back a bit when
Anakin pressed his thumb a bit into the arch of the wing. “Sore!
Ani don’t!” Obi-Wan let out a breathy whine.

Without
even looking Anakin could feel the burning trooper beside him and a
short glance confirmed that Cody was flushing as he stared down at
them.

Winking
at the man, Anakin patted the empty spot beside him, watching as the
man slowly slid down on his knees and remove his gloves before
reaching for the wing Anakin had a grip on, taking over with the
practiced ease of someone who had done this before more than once.

Obi-Wan
let out a low, cooing noise, shifting his wings a bit. “Cody,” He
sighed happily if a bit sleepily, instantly recognizing the new
touch. “When did you arrive?” Obi-Wan managed to tilt his head
enough to look over his shoulder, lidded green eyes meeting amber
ones.

“Just
now, commander Tano said I should come by.” The man murmured,
shifting closer to work his fingers through the softer than they had
any right to be feathers, his fingers digging in through the white
glow.

Letting
out a loud, echoing sigh, Obi-Wan let his head drop forward with his
chin meeting his chest once more as he utterly relaxed. “Remind me
to thank her… oh that’s the spot.” Obi-Wan’s breath hitched.

Feeling
like he was intruding but not actually minding for once, Anakin
quietly got to his feet and started to back away, silently getting
his robe and his boots as he made his escape now that he knew that
Obi-Wan was safe and cherished by someone he loved equally in return.

Much
better than their trip to the Rotunda that was for sure and the
sooner they could get off Coruscant the better.

Anakin
honestly never thought there would come a day that he would want to
flee from Palpatine’s gaze but the way the old geezer had looked at
Obi-Wan, the covetous look, the desirous… the sadistic glint, oh
that had scared Anakin more than he was actually willing to admit.

If
Anakin had anything to say or do about it, he’d make sure Palpatine
didn’t get within seeing distance of Obi-Wan and his glowing wings
because he wasn’t stupid, he saw how the man’s pale eyes had
lingered not only on Obi-Wan but mostly on the wings.

He
was very grateful he hadn’t told the man how Obi-Wan kept switching
between his hippogriff form and human form nor that the other had
time traveled because if the man knew that, Anakin had the horrifying
feeling that Palpatine would want Obi-Wan even more.

Rolling
his shoulders, Anakin glanced around before deciding to grab Ahsoka
and go visit the barracks, maybe do some hand to hand with the
troopers.

It
was good training for her and for him and
would grant Cody and Obi-Wan some much needed peace and quiet.

The bards will not sing of our love, Obikin please?

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Turning
off the tv, Anakin stretched his stiff back from the hours of
watching their movie selection of the night and watched instead as
Obi-Wan made his way to the kitchen to put their cups away, smiling
slightly at
the sight of his lover wearing Anakin’s worn in tunic that was
threadbare in certain spots.

No
longer suited for going out in but certainly loved by a certain
redhead to sleep in after Anakin had worn it just long enough for his
scent to be trapped into the fabric.

“You
know, wouldn’t it be neat if one day they made a tv show about us?”
Anakin laughed, standing up.

Snorting
softly, Obi-Wan glanced at him, the sparkle from the outside neon
lights hitting him as he put the cups in the sink. “Oh? And what
would you like for them to make about us? An epic and explosive
action movie?” He teased as he filled the cups with water.

Tapping
his chin as he made his way over to lean on the kitchenette door
opening, Anakin’s face turned mischievous. “How about an epic
romance instead?”

Pausing,
Obi-Wan turned his head to blink at Anakin in surprise before he let
out a soft huffing noise before making his way over to the blond.

Watching,
Anakin tilted his head before straightening up when the redhead
stopped in front of him.

Grasping
Anakin’s hand, Obi-Wan raised it and pressed their hands together,
palm to palm, fingers to fingers as he smiled at their difference,
his
thicker fingers against Anakin’s longer, the darker skin and his
well manicured nails compared to Anakin’s chewed on ones.
“…Our love would
not be
an epic romance that will go down in legend dearest
one,”
He murmured quietly, Anakin startling slightly as
he frowned.
“It’s a soft thing, made of steaming cups of tea in the morning,
it’s a warm blanket around our shoulders, it’s a gentle breeze
over our bare
skin and the drizzle of rain in
our hair…”
He said affectionately.

Blinking,
Anakin tried to find words only
for Obi-Wan to continue speaking.

“An
epic romance is full of adventure but
it’s also full of sorrow
as much as it is of love and may end badly…”
Obi-Wan raised his eyes to Anakin’s blue ones, smiling gently.
“Ours will just be of a quiet tenderness, of warm nights and soft
beds Anakin. That’s our love, nothing the bards will sing of but
what we will enjoy.” He whispered tenderly.

Blinking
a bit, Anakin opened his mouth then closed his mouth, stepping
closer. “…Your title as a word smith is well deserved. Alluding
to our first kiss was a clever move.” Anakin murmured in quiet
amusement.

And
love, his heart was swelling with love as he leaned down and pressed
a tender kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips that slowly deepened as he raised
his mech hand to cup the others red hair, feeling Obi-Wan place his
own free hand on Anakin’s chest.

The
kiss tasted of spicy tea and chocolate cookies and Anakin couldn’t
help but imagine that he smelled the soft freshness of falling rain
despite knowing they were inside and it was a dry day on Coruscant.

Pulling
back a bit, Anakin slowly laced their hands together. “…Bed.”
He whispered quietly, gently pulling the other along when Obi-Wan
nodded with the soft smile on his reddened lips.

Thanks for writing #distant pain! I’m really curious about the time Obi-Wan decided to drink the cantina under the table! Was it for an undercover mission? Or was that how he managed to obtain the unstable, experimental grenades from the black weapon market?

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Almost
dropping his glass in shock, Cody stared at the edge of the table he
had claimed to work on reports where he could see the top of a red
head and two large green eyes.

Quickly
he glanced about, seeing how everyone was avoiding looking at them
and Zuru was outright shoving himself over a speeder in an attempt to
look like he was working on the motor.

Slowly
Cody looked back, blinking at the Jedi in front of him. “…Sir?”
He finally ventured cautiously.

“I
smell alcohol,” Obi-Wan went lifting his head enough for his nose
to come over the top of the table. “Can
I have some?” The Jedi made his eyes go wider somehow and Cody
imagined he was pouting under the table edge.

‘…This
is what I get for wanting to fill out my reports outside the tent, I
just wanted to enjoy the sun and lack of whipping wind.’ Cody
inwardly grumbled even as he eyed his glass before shifting and
clearing his throat. “…If you tell me about the time you drank a
cantina under the table, sure.”

Instantly
Obi-Wan’s full head, mohawk, beaming smile and beard popped up into
view as he made a grabby motion for the glass. “Sure!”

Holding
his glass away, Cody snorted. “Hell no, you get your own glass, let
me enjoy mine.” He grumbled.

“Eh
fair.” Obi-Wan shifted and then stood, his knees popping as he
looked around and then summoned a cup from the other side of the camp
to him, holding it out to Cody.

Glancing
at the cup and then where it had come from, Cody just sighed and then
pulled out his bottle from under the table, giving him half a cup.
“Isn’t that something Jedi aren’t suppose to do?” He
questioned cautiously, snorting when the man instantly took a sip of
the cup.

He
flapped his hand a bit. “Details, details, frivolous use of the
Force, yadda yadda, my balls are green and shriveled and I haven’t
been laid in eight hundred years, Kenobi stop implying I haven’t
never had sex to everyone.” Obi-Wan hummed as he savored the taste.
“Huh, good rotgut.”

Blinking
slowly, Cody deciphered what the man had said and then grimaced.
“Really did not want to think about High General Yoda like that
sir.” He settled on.

Sniggering,
Obi-Wan perched his ass on the table and much to Cody’s surprise,
it held out. It creaked of course but didn’t collapse with the
weight of the Jedi on it even though it creaked ominously.

Cotton
came clambering up the Jedi’s leg after a moment too, chewing on a
rodent like creature she had caught as she watched everyone
curiously.

Taking
another sip, Obi-Wan raised a brow which had the scar on his cheek
pulling. “So right, you wanted to hear about the cantina debacle?”
He petted Cotton’s head and ignored her grumbling at him when his
fingers came too close to the rodent thing.

Leaning
his arms cautiously on the table, Cody nodded. “Zuru told us you
drank them under but never really explained the why and how?” He
raised a brow.

Smirking
a bit, Obi-Wan glanced at where his pilot was then looked back to
Cody. “Well see now that’s interesting. The council sent me out
on a little mission you see, to do some information gathering in
hostile territory and I think they expected me to be discreet… I
wasn’t.” Obi-Wan sniggered.

Intrigued,
Cody raised his brows.

“See,
I knew they’d know what I was the moment I touched down. Jedi have
a certain walk
and attitude
around them when they come looking for information. So I did the next
best thing,” Obi-Wan took another sip, licking his lips before
giving Cody a smile with all his teeth. A predator’s smile. “I
went to the shadiest of cantina’s I could find and challenged the
biggest grunt I could see to a drinking game. No cheating, no backing
out. Drink until we pass out while we ask each other questions and if
I pass out first I told them they could sell me.” Obi-Wan took
another sip.

Staring
at the man, Cody blinked slowly then cleaned out his ears as best he
could. “What?” He questioned lowly.

“I
told them if I passed out, they could sell me and my lightsaber,”
Obi-Wan cackled quietly, still nursing the drink Cody had poured from
his personal stash. “But I won and I took both their weapons and
their information and I did that with every
grunt in the cantina.” He looked wholly satisfied and smug.

Jaw
dropping, Cody decided there and then he was going to have to follow
this Jedi around, he was too much for one poor vod. ‘How the hell
has Zuru managed to keep this one safe?!’ He looked at the pilot
with fresh respect and raised his cup at the man when he looked their
way.

Zuru
just shrugged with a despairing look on his face.

#wolfRubs- Ani and The Troops reaffirm Obi’s humanity.

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Settling
beside his General, Cody let out a deep breath as they continued
watching the rising sun. “…You know, we aren’t strangers to the
dark anymore than the Jedi are right?” He started slowly, pressing
their shoulders together.

Obi-Wan
let out a small hum, pressing back into Cody’s shoulder before
settling more evenly as Rex sat down on the vampire’s other side,
the captain and commander bracketing him with their steadying
influences.

Pack,
family, aliit for as long as they saw the rising sun.

Taking
comfort in that, Cody gently tugged the other to settle his head on
the trooper’s shoulder. “That means we hear what people call us,
flesh droids, killing machine, just
clones, and no, let me finish speaking General,” Cody stated
sternly when Obi-Wan let out a protesting noise. “We know
we’re not that, we bleed, we laugh, we fight and we die. We’re
humans, we are sentient who exist in this galaxy and should have just
as much right as anyone else. We aren’t all the same… and you’re
no monster.” He stated with conviction.

Rex
slid his arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulder, nuzzling comfortingly at
the others hair. “You wouldn’t blame us for defending our lives,
you defended yourself because there are people here who love you with
all their hearts, be it as their mate or platonic, because you’re
part of our pack Obi-Wan.” He stated quietly.

They
could hear Obi-Wan swallow heavily, see his throat bob. “I drank
from her as she tried to fight me of… I didn’t let go until she
almo-”

“But
she’s still alive,” Cody cut in, not letting Obi-Wan finish his
self deprecating sentence. “She still lives despite dropping bombs
on our pack, despite trying to kill you she’s recovering under Kix
and Helix watching eyes. How many people has she killed, how many
vode has she taken from us? How many pack members have suffered
because of her with her taking delight in their pain?” Cody
questioned strongly.

There
was a shift, Anakin joining them as he wrapped his arms around his
mate’s waist and hooked his chin on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “…You
don’t take pleasure in what you do Obi-Wan, in the pain and the
loss, you are no monster, you mourn
and you guilt yourself,” The blond whispered into his beige
shoulder. “As certain as the sun rises Obi-Wan, you are no monster
and you are loved by all of us. And if she had succeeded her actions
last night then we would have mourned you. And I would have fallen
apart without my mate.” Anakin confessed quietly.

Obi-Wan’s
breath hitched, his body tensed between the three before he let out a
hitching sob and turned, curling into Anakin’s shoulder while
dragging both troopers closer to him, promptly causing them all to
wrap their arms around him.

Letting
out a soft whine, Cody nuzzled at the others hair as Anakin
tightened his arms around his mate and started to croon quietly in
comfort, whispering quiet endearment into their vampire’s ear.

()()()

Feeling
a bit foolish and a bit ashamed, Obi-Wan scrubbed at his face as he
swallowed thickly, following Anakin as his mate held onto his free
hand, guiding him towards the shuttle that would take them up to the
Resolute as Cody would be in charge of the Negotiator.

‘That’s
something to note down, a crying fit feels just the same as before.’
Obi-Wan thought grumpily to himself before shifting forward to place
his head on Anakin’s shoulder, not looking to where a gagged and
tied Ventress was glaring at him.

“We’ll
deliver
her over to the council and we’ll see if they can’t get some
answers out of her,” Anakin
gave her a contemptuous look in return which got a snarl out of
Ventress. To her surprise, Anakin snarled back, his face twisting
ever so slightly in response to the wolf inside of him sensing
danger.

Tugging
on Anakin’s arm, Obi-Wan let out a soft noise that had the blond
calm down and instead just grab onto the shuttle strap, pulling his
mate into his body. “We shall hope, I’ll have to inform them
about what I did of course.” Obi-Wan sighed tiredly.

There
was a pause, troopers filling up the shuttle before there was a deep
sigh. “They may already be aware,” Anakin said hesitantly,
glancing down at Obi-Wan when the vampire shifted. “The healers
kind of suspected if you were pushed into a corner that it may
happen. Survival is very strong in all living beings.” The werewolf
confessed.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan stared at him before nodding slowly as he let out a deep
breath. “I see…” He settled his head back on Anakin’s
shoulder as he mulled over that information.

The
healers and by extension the council must be aware, but they still
shipped him out.

Still…
trusted him.

‘Maybe
I should… listen to Anakin and the troopers.’ He thought it over
with a small frown.

Obi-Wan attempts to figure out a way to address his dream in Reaching for the Sun. He decides to speak to his true Master and Teacher.

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Nodding
to Depa, Obi-Wan smiled at his padawan sister before turning to his
master, waiting for the door to shut behind him as Mace continued
slowly sipping his tea, not looking away from the window he had been
peering out of, sitting in his bantha hide recliner instead of on the
couch much to Obi-Wan’s relief since there was no table in front of
the recliner.

Finally
the door shut and Obi-Wan locked it behind him before crossing the
master’s quarters as Mace looked at him, a wry smile crossing the
thin lips before Mace patted his lap.

Sinking
down on his knees, Obi-Wan settled his head in the others lap with a
soft noise, smelling musky incense and clean detergent, feeling
tenseness just slide off his shoulders as a warm hand settled in his
hair, gently petting.

Mace
said nothing, let Obi-Wan relax as he petted steadily until he judged
the time right. “Ahsoka was by earlier, told me you were having
visions and nightmares.” The man murmured in a deep tone.

“She’s
a tattletale.” Obi-Wan murmured without heat, closing his eyes as
Mace thumb soothed over his temple.

Humming
a bit, Mace set down his cup with a little click in the windowsill,
settling both hands into his hair to scratch Obi-Wan’s scalp
gently. “She’s a padawan, she worried about you as is the duty of
all padawans and masters… including former ones.” Mace chided
lightly.

Obi-Wan
huffed lightly and just continued to draw comfort from the blunt
fingertips and scratch of nail the other was using against his scalp
though he would concede if Mace really prompted that it was the duty
of padawans and masters to care and worry about each other regardless
how much time went on.

“Who
would have thought that scrappy little togruta you picked out of the
duel tournament matches would become this sensible, somewhat cocky
young padawan?” Mace teased softly, provoking a soft laugh that
rumbled in Obi-Wan’s chest.

Feeling
better as he smiled into the soft lap, Obi-Wan lifted his head enough
to look at the other as Mace shifted his hands to keep rubbing
lightly through red hair, green eyes focused on his master. “…I
don’t know what to do about my visions, I don’t know how to do it
without most
likely
threading on both the council and Jinn’s toes.” Obi-Wan confessed
quietly.

Pausing,
Mace stared at him before breathing out heavily. “That bad huh?”
He murmured.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan bit his bottom lip before swallowing. “A lot of my visions
ties in with Skywalker… and the Sith hiding out in the galaxy.”

Mace
eyes narrowed.

“He
need’s guidance,” Obi-Wan plowed on. “I don’t think Qui-Gon
is doing enough. Or that someone is tampering with his influence…”
Nervously licking his lips, Obi-Wan stared up at Mace with wide eyes.
“Master Mace, I think the Sith master is manipulating Skywalker.”
He
confessed his deepest fear at the moment.

Looking
at the window, Mace narrowed eyes stared out and Obi-Wan allowed the
man to think as the blunt fingers continued slowly scratching lightly
at his scalp as the man thought it over. He was worried, that
was clear to Obi-Wan and he hoped to Force that the man was worried
about the same thing that he was.

“…Young
Skywalker carries a very heavy burden on his shoulders with the
prophecy hanging on him,” Mace started slowly and Obi-Wan nodded,
feeling nails scratch his scalp a bit harder than usual. “If he
were to turn on us… it could be… catastrophic,
especially with the amount of younglings who look up to him.” Mace
frown deepened so much the lines on his face could have been waves on
the ocean.

Nodding again,
Obi-Wan breathed out heavily as dark eyes focused down on him.

“I
don’t know what you’re going to do Obi-Wan, but you have my
support. You’ve had it since you were twenty five my padawan.”
Mace murmured in assurance, cupping Obi-Wan’s cheeks as he leaned
down and pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s forehead.

Wrapping
his arms around the others legs, Obi-Wan clung to his master with a
soft whimper, the unwavering declaration of support easing something
in his heart that Obi-Wan couldn’t help but carry as a remnant of
his time with Qui-Gon.

Mace
was not Qui-Gon, Mace had always listened to Obi-Wan, had tried to do
his best by him instead of stifling the abilities Obi-Wan naturally
carried while also cautioning wisdom.

As
a man with the ability to see shattering points, he knew what to do
for someone who had visions.

He
was doing what Obi-Wan needed to become a knight of renown.

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Grunting
as he hit the ground hard and actually rolled, Obi-Wan inwardly
sighed. He hadn’t thought he was going to beat knight Fisto but he
had hoped to at least last longer than a ten minute duel though by
the applause he heard he must have done better than he thought.

Rolling
himself onto his back and sitting up, Obi-Wan smiled meekly up at the
naoutlan as he offered his hand with a big smile on his face. “Well
fought padawan Kenobi, you do your master’s training credit.” Kit
said with his normal cheer as he helped Obi-Wan up.

Bowing
slightly and hiding a wince as that pulled on his injured thigh
muscle, Obi-Wan felt his smile grow a bit larger at the subtle
praise. “Thank you knight Fisto, as always you give a padawan a
good fight.” He stated softly.

Then
he yelped and jumped as he felt a hand drop on his shoulder, raising
his head to find a grinning blond beside him. “Well done Obi-dear!
You put up quite the admirable fight!” Anakin said cheerfully as he
held onto Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

Coloring
as Kit crossed his arms over his chest with an amused look on his
face, Obi-Wan smiled shyly up at the knight beside him. “Oh, thank
you knight Skywalker but you didn’t have to come over to
congratulate me…” Obi-Wan tilted his head.

Hand
sliding to rest on the others upper back, Anakin shrugged while
pushing his curls behind his ear. “Oh I figured I’d congratulate
you before that gundark of a master of yours shooes me awa-”

“Obi-Wan!”
A deep, slightly on edge voice called out as a Jedi jumped over the
barrier for the tournament.

“Talk
of the devil and he shall appear.” Anakin muttered more to himself
than anyone else but Obi-Wan still shot the other a scandalized
expression as Kit visibly struggled not to laugh.

And
then Obi-Wan was firmly whisked away from the knight and tucked in
under Qui-Gon’s arm as the master beamed down at him. “You did
quite well Obi-Wan! I see you’ve come quite a fair distance to
measure so well up against knight Fisto,” He said with cheer as he
guided his padawan away.

Looking
at the pouting knight, Kit smirked a bit. “I see master Jinn still
doesn’t let you linger around his padawan.” He stated in an airy
tone.

“He’s
a protective old gundark.” Anakin pouted before sulkily making his
way over to his match two floor mats over.

Maybe
if he showed off well enough, Obi-Wan would come congratulate him!

Obi-Wan
was always kind and enjoyed a good display!

Yes
that sounded good.

“Master,
I was speaking with knight Fisto and Skywalker.” Obi-Wan complained
lightly as he was herded into the crowd of Jedi, all who were doing
their best not to laugh or were gossiping with the person beside
them.

Everyone
had seen that little display of course and Obi-Wan’s current
obliviousness.

But
then again, the Jinn, Kenobi and Skywalker drama was quite well known
through the temple. Skywalker pursuing the clueless Kenobi who in
turn was being guarded over by a brooding master Jinn who didn’t
think anyone
was good enough for his young padawan, not even the chosen one. It
was the source of many a laugh at the actions of all three and quite
a few bets honestly.

“Yes
well, we shouldn’t linger on the floor mats when there are other’s
who need the space for the rest of the tournament.” Qui-Gon said in
an airy tone, still keeping his arm around his padawan and quite
pointedly pulling him into his side while giving a suspicious look in
Skywalker’s direction.

Seeing
the man settled in to his own match-up, Qui-Gon relaxed but didn’t
let go of Obi-Wan.

Musing
on that, Obi-Wan finally nodded. “Well true, we were kind of taking
up the space… I’ll have to go thank Knight Fisto later on though
for a good match.” He nodded before focusing on the current duels.

“Yes,
Kit is an honorable man, you do that but that will have to wait, you
pay attention to the duels now and see if there’s anything here you
want to learn. You expressed some interest in learning soresu and I
believe master Julna has an intermediate understanding of it.” He
pointed out the woman.

In
the opposite end of where Skywalker was.

Beside
Qui-Gon, Yaddle let out a tired sigh and shook her head before giving
Yoda a glare. “On you I blame this, your linage this is. My poor
padawan a love struck idiot is.” She looked mournfully over to
where Anakin was glancing hopefully in Obi-Wan’s direction.

The
knight started pouting when he saw the redhead wasn’t watching.

Yoda
cackled lightly and then prodded Qui-Gon in the shin only to wack it
when the man ignored him.

Jumping
and cursing as he held his leg, Qui-Gon finally let go of Obi-Wan
with the padawan taking that moment to focus on the Windu and Billaba
duel, ignoring the now squabbling grandmaster and grandpadawan behind
him.

Yaddle
just looked on with a long suffering expression.

#1leggedrace- Ani teaches his padawan how to relax.

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Cuddling
the little fluffy black lamb in his arms, Obi-Wan raised wide eyes at
his master as Anakin grinned back down at him while leaning on the
fence, Obi-Wan
sitting inside it on his rear with his legs stretched out in front of
him.
“Yes?” The master questioned in amusement, eyes sparkling a bit.

“I
think I love it Master.” Obi-Wan wheezed out before burying his
face in the soft wool of the little creature.

Throwing
his head back, Anakin laughed happily.

Taking
his padawan to a petting zoo seemed to be one of the best things he
could have done as Obi-Wan had been fluttering
around everywhere, petting everything that let him and apparently his
padawan
had a natural animal connection because everyone last one of them
seemed to love him equally as much as the
redhead loved them.

Even
the grouchy rabbits that had the owner scratching his head while
watching Obi-Wan pet their ears while feeding them lettuce.

‘May
be something to continue encouraging, he clearly has the stirrings of
animal bonding and that can be very useful both on missions and off
for the companionship an animal may bring,’ Anakin rubbed his chin
with his flesh hand, taking in how Obi-Wan was being swarmed by
curious little lambs that were snuffling at his tunics for treats.
‘And maybe some animal control too…’ He considered that.

Then
Anakin just smiled as Obi-Wan giggled happily as the little lamb in
his arms lipped at his face. “Having fun?” He questioned
teasingly.

“A
lot, I didn’t know there were petting zoos on Coruscant!” Obi-Wan
looked up, eyes wide.

Shrugging
a bit, Anakin glanced around. “To be fair, I only know about it
because of how closely I’ve worked with the Rotunda honestly and
knew where to bring you to get us tickets.” He stated calmly.

He
didn’t bring up how he knew about it because he visited the
Chancellor before and had heard Senator’s talk about taking their own kids
here.

He
didn’t want to bring up the Chancellor with Obi-Wan ever
after what the man implied and the sooner he was out of office, the
better in Anakin’s eyes. ‘And to think he was once my friend.’
He thought bitterly to himself.

Still
Anakin kept a smile going for Obi-Wan’s sake before moving to pick
up a cup of feed and step into the little fenced up lamb area,
shaking it lightly.

Instantly
all the lambs squirmed and bounced around him though he noted the one
in Obi-Wan’s arms remained still and just watched Anakin instead.

“That’s
cheating master.” Obi-Wan grinned at him, watching as Anakin knelt
down.

“Hold
out your hand.” Anakin chuckled, pouring a few of the feeds into
the redhead’s hand before doing the same with his own, holding down
for the little black and white lambs to eat from his palm.

Watching
discreetly, Anakin saw as Obi-Wan offered his own to the one still
tucked up in his arm and he had to hide a smile because Obi-Wan
clearly had a favorite in that one. Looked to be the runt of the
flock too.

“…This
is a treat before we’re sent out on missions, isn’t it?”
Obi-Wan suddenly asked, his voice soft.

Humming
faintly, pouring more feed into his hand and letting the soft little
mouth’s lip his palm, Anakin nodded. “The healers have finally
cleared us, you’re ready and as long as we bring your medication
since you’re still on painkillers for at least three more months,
the council can now ship us out.” Anakin looked up and focused on
the other. “How does that make you feel?”

Pursing
his lips, petting the little black ears, Obi-Wan glanced at the
other. “…Nervous, but excited too. I think I’m ready master
Ani.” He stated softly, his voice cracking a bit.

Ah
the perils of being an adolescent. Anakin didn’t bring attention to
it though and just nodded, smiling softly at his padawan. “Well
then, we’ll see how soon we get a mission but for what it’s worth
Obi-Wan… I think you’re more than ready to return to active
service to become the knight you were always meant to be.” He
murmured affectionately.

An
endearingly shy smile lit up Obi-Wan’s face before he hid away in
black fur once more.

Anakin
just let him, feeling the pleasure and happiness through their bond
as he gave the lambs the last of the feed with a warming glow in his
stomach.

Imagine Obi trying to negotiate in the senate in Smallsteps and people are trying to listen but they’re just distracted by how adorable this tiny red haired toddler is, waddling on top of the table and trying to speak as seriously as he can. Until he gets distracted by Anakin coming in then he heads straight for him. That’s how you get the Jedi in a better light. Show them baby Obi.

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Pressing
his hand to his mouth, Bail struggled not to either croon or laugh
and he knew that if he did, neither Obi-Wan nor the troopers behind
him would appreciate it.

The
latter would understand but they would not appreciate it no and
exchanging a quick glance with Padme had Bail desperately biting his
bottom lip as he saw the same struggle on the other Senator’s face.

Honestly
most
of the table was struggling clearly as Obi-Wan, the Negotiator,
waddled as he walked up and down the table, lisping faintly as he
spoke about the required resources the GAR needed, how armor
improvements should be on the Senate’s next scheduled session and
quite important things but he was so precocious looking and sounding!

Using
such big words and waddling on the table to make sure people saw him,
because standing still was an issue with his young body because there
was a lot of energy in it for short amounts of time and when they had
arrived, Commander Cody had been carrying him on his hip.

Bail’s
heart had broken a bit at the sight of
bacta
bandages on the other’s wrist and neck, having heard of the ambush
on the others relief mission but it was different seeing it in person
when Obi-Wan was so small.

Suddenly
Obi-Wan paused and let out a bone cracking yawn, little hands
covering his mouth before blinking tiredly, seemingly confused before
he colored deeply and shook his head. “Apologies senator’s, I’m
still trying to cope with this body and the influx of hormones and
energy levels.” He stated as primly as possible, his chubby cheeks
colored a deep color.

Before
anyone else could say anything, Padme sat forward in her chair and
gave Obi-Wan a wide smile. “We fully understand Master Kenobi, this
is a unique situation and as far as I’ve understood even among Jedi
this is not really understood?” She tilted her head curiously, like
a feline almost.

Obi-Wan
grimaced but nodded, tucking his hands behind him in parade rest as
she fully faced the Nabooan senator. “Yes
Senator Amidala, it is a Force artifact that blew up on us and
therefore we can not replicate what it did to me that caused the
current situation, the healers are… uncertain if I can even be
returned to my grown body.” Obi-Wan’s face did a funny spasm.

He
looked like he was about to cry, his bottom lip wobbling a bit.

About
to stand and ask for a break, Bail bit in his words as the door
opened however to reveal Skywalker, the blond looking around quickly.

Obi-Wan
instantly turned and then moved to the edge of the table, holding
open his arms at the other man with wide eyes. “Up.” He lisped
out and if Bail didn’t know better he’d say the Jedi in child
body was… grumpy.

The
knight instantly closed the distance and lifted his former master up
into
his arms, tucking him to his chest to nuzzle gently at his hair.
“Hey, you’ve all been in here for hours and it’s closing in on
your nap time master, you know your body needs to sleep more.”
Skywalker stated quietly before looking up curiously at the
Senator’s, giving them a small bow with his master in his arms.

Seeing
the opening for what it was, Bail stood. “I do believe we covered
the most important parts, Master Kenobi has pointed out for us and I
believe we will happily bring it up for the Senate in the next
session.” He stated in a calm tone,
watching how Obi-Wan settled his head on Skywalker’s shoulder with
lidded eyes that proved that nap time should be close,
the blond slowly rubbing the others back with one large hand.

‘Stars,
he’s so small and chubby and cute.’ Bail thought to himself even
as he wondered if the holoclips from the rooms surveillance would be
spread.

And
honestly would that be a bad thing?

Seeing
the comfort given to one of the Jedi order’s… well not injured
but tampered with Jedi members that required them to have more aid.

To
see them be just as human as anyone else.

“Thank
you Senator Organa, if there are any questions you can happily
message us of course.” Obi-Wan stated with a tired voice before
making a soft noise as the commander stepped close, offering him a
little green and blue packed snack bar and once more Bail had to bite
his lip because that was one of those child fruit bars snacks!

‘Fuck
me, he’s too cute and precious for this galaxy.’ Bail rubbed his
beard as Obi-Wan nibbled on the snack.