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I kind of feel like Obi-Wan could use a good old sobfest for the whump you’ve hit him with in SmallSteps. Like if it was me, I’d just be bawling all over the place. My troopers would definitely find me hiding inside my commander’s armor. Just – stick a fork in me, I’m done. So… How’s Obi holding up?

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Shaking
as he woke up, Obi-Wan felt his entire body ache with pain even as
his mind told him exactly what had happened and the Force told him
what was going on with his body.

As
he laid there, Cody and Helix came into his line of vision, the medic
and commander’s equally relieved faces telling him just how bad of
he had been and how happy they were to see him awake as Helix put
gentle, glove covered hand’s on the Jedi in a child body.

Slowly
Helix removed the oxygen mask on his face and took in his vitals,
talking soothingly as Cody took a tiny hand in his own ungloved one.

Cody’s
hand was warm Obi-Wan noticed.

Both
Helix and Cody’s hands were warm.

They
were gentle.

And
Obi-Wan was hurting, both internally and externally.

He
had been sick for days with a cough and then he had been hurt because
they were ambushed and now he was being touched so gently, as if he
was made of fragile glass. Before he could even start to comprehend
it, Obi-Wan let out a loud sob and held his arms up at Cody.

Amber
eyes turned wide in shock before narrowing in sharp sympathy and
compassion. Cody chucked
his
chest plate and
picked
up his general before Helix could okay it.

Thankfully
the medic didn’t try to interfere, only watched in worry as Cody
bundled the small child sized Jedi against his chest to rock him
while sitting on the medbay. “It’s alright General, I’m here,
we’re here. We won’t leave you alone. Ner Jetii, ner vod’ika,
Obi’ika it’s alright, we are here and
we won’t leave you, never willingly little general.”
Cody whispered into his ear as Obi-Wan sobbed into his chest, sore
and pained and humiliated by his situation and the pain of his body.

He
knew he would feel mortified later once he was calm but right now
Obi-Wan needed
the comfort he
was being offered so gently by the troopers.
Because while he was mentally an adult of well thirty six years old,
his body was three and so was his body chemistry, his hormones and
his emotions were following that line, especially now that he wasn’t
in full control of
his faculties
as he so desperately tried to
hold on until this day.

He
didn’t even care that Cody was treating him like the small child
his body resembled nor that Obi-Wa nwas actually behaving as the
small child in question.

Large
hands cupped his small, hurting body, held him to a warm, comforting
and protective person with a second person gently stroking his hair
as Obi-Wan continued to sob until he was empty of
tears and feeling more settled,
his
eyes sore and his cheeks pink with
a sore and snotty nose.

Carefully
Obi-Wan
was gently pulled away from the comforting warmth but only long
enough that Helix could tenderly wipe his cheeks and
nose dry
before he was right back to Cody’s shoulder, held comfortingly
against the man’s chest as the commander stood from
the bed.

The
man rocked and bounced gently as he walked with his General, treating
him more like a vod’ika than the
adult he really was but
it was helping even if it was a bit humiliating, comforting
in a way Obi-Wan couldn’t really explain.

‘But
kark it,’ Obi-Wan thought tiredly as he sniffled softly with his
sore nose. ‘I am
little and Cody is warm and comforting and willing to hold me.’ He
thought as he held onto the blacks of the other man.

He
only lifted his head when there was a gentle touch to his back that
wasn’t Cody since both his hands were used to support and
cradle Obi-Wan’s
small body
against
his chest,
finding Helix with one of the small juice bottles that had been
packed for Obi-Wan’s snack times as it was called playfully
by the troopers.

“Think
you can drink some? I bet that would help after all that crying you
did sir.”
Helix said softly, shaking the juice box a bit as
Cody stopped moving.

Sniffling
a bit, Obi-Wan hesitated even
though he was parched.

“I
also mixed in some painkiller with a syringe General,” Helix
explained after
a moment.
“I don’t want to give you too much and having you drink it laced
in the juice would prevent me from injecting you when
you’re already suffering.”
He offered
up quietly.

Licking
his crusted lips, Obi-Wan opened his mouth silently, letting Helix
place the straw at his lips.

He
felt pathetic, like the child he had been turned into but maybe it
was time to just accept what he had become and the support and
comfort he was offered by
those around him who only wanted his best.

Maybe
owed some
comfort in
some instances.

But
certainly he
could accept the offered
comfort
by the troopers to their tiny and vulnerable General.

So does Obi spar with Plo in Guild of Exiles?

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Following
behind the other, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but glance about curiously
as he moved through once familiar halls and rooms that he had once
inhabited, had run with friends and learned at the feet of older
beings wise in their crafts.

And
yet…

He
felt nothing.

Well
that wasn’t true, he felt familiarity with some of the rooms,
recognized a few Jedi though he couldn’t conjure their names always
but still recognized them as Jedi that had once taught him here and
there in some classes or been his guardians in the creche.

But
beyond that he felt nothing.

No
nostalgia, no fondness.

Just
a quiet sort of… well not apathy, he cared about the temple but it
didn’t hurt him to be here, it only brought him some fond and again
not so fond memories and that was all.

This
was no longer his home.

His
home was far away in the skies above Coruscant, the
Dalliance was his home, his heart.

He
had expected something, anything but maybe after so long of not
having a steady home, of drifting through space, a place was no
longer a home to him but the people he surrounded himself with.

And
yet the tiny braid hidden in his larger one felt heavy suddenly.

So
maybe there was more emotions in this temple than he was pretending
but it wasn’t the building that held those emotions.

Force,
he hoped he wouldn’t have to meet up with Yoda just yet or Jinn,
nothing against the latter but he was the Last and Obi-Wan didn’t
think he could take that right now when he was going to have a fun
little sparring round with a master Jedi.

He
knew the jungle drums would roll of course, the fact that he was in
the temple would be spread by gossipy Jedi so fast that everyone
would know within the hour but he rather hoped to avoid speaking to
Yoda if he could.

“Ah,
here we are, I got us one of the standard sparring rooms.” Plo
suddenly announced in a calm tone, stopping in front of a wide open
door and gesturing for Obi-Wan to go first.

Smiling
playfully, Obi-Wan winked. “Such a gentleman.” His smile
developed into a wide grin at Plo’s delighted chuckle, moving past
him into the room to glance about.

Standard
yes, one large dojo with mats all over and a viewing section in the
top. White and faux wood walls in brown.

If
Obi-Wan didn’t remember wrong, this was based on an early human
time period where the walls were made of wood and…was it thin
paper?

He
couldn’t quite remember but it was quite pretty with the Jedi
symbols in
black painted on the white parts and
saber hilts as decorations around the room and padded easy blue mats
on the floor.

Turning,
Obi-Wan took in Plo settling at the other side of the mattress and
raised his brow. “Stretch?” He offered curiously, smiling when
the man shook his head. In battle you didn’t always get the
opportunity to stretch out before so it was best to train without
stretching.

“Now,
I’m rather sure you won’t have the same saber forms as the temple
has,” Plo stated, pulling his robe off to put it on a bench. “I
am curious to see what forms you do have however since you are
skilled with your saber.” He said, his voice rich with
satisfaction.

Raising
a brow, Obi-Wan lips quirked a bit in amusement as he powered up his
yellow blade. “Oh? You have saber reports on me?” He questioned
teasingly, ignoring the Jedi gathering to watch them.

“Captain
Exile has long held a place in the Jedi reports,”
Plo powered up his own saber and Obi-Wan could feel a stirring of
excitement from the other. “I’ll be honored and interested to see
how accurate they are.”  

Shifting
his feet slightly apart, Obi-Wan hummed a bit. “I hope I live up to
the praise then and I hope you will tell me if you see something that
clunks in my saber forms, after all, a self taught student can often
not see where they fail.” He stated as his own excitement stirred
up his spine and made goosebumps appear on his skin, his whole body
itching to have a saber fight against someone else with a saber.

They
observed each other for a long moment, everyone seemingly holding
their breath before Plo suddenly thrust forward, blue saber searing
through the air as Obi-Wan parried and twirled out of the way.

The
battle was on.

Hello! I would love to see more of knitting love. What do the healer’s say when Obi-Wan bring’s Padme to them. So many questions.

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To
be honest, when he had taken the two to the healers, everyone they
passed trying not to giggle or snort knowingly at the sight of a
Senator and a knight being carried through the halls, Obi-Wan had
just thought he was getting Padme some proper medical attention.

He
had not expected what else the healer would find once
she was investigating the health of the other woman.

It
had been totally normal at first, the healer asking a few questions
of both Padme and Anakin, the couple having allowed Obi-Wan to remain
as he would be the honorary ‘uncle’ with
Cody waiting outside.
Then came the blood test of course that a padawan healer took to run
through several checks since Padme hadn’t been to an
ob-gyn before nor a medic and an ultrasound to look at the twins.

A
boost up and the Senator carefully unraveled her gown enough to
expose her stomach as Healer Mira prepared the ultrasound gel to get
a good holo image on the screen for the proud parents. Padme
would later deny that she yipped in surprise at the cold even
as she was teased by the two males in the room.

Two
small lives twitching inside of Padme showed up on the screen seconds
later,
seven
months old and clearly developed as healer Mira smiled softly at the
two. “Two healthy little ones, I can even tell you two the genders
now if you wish.” The rodian said cheerfully to the two humans
while Obi-Wan smirked in soft affection at Anakin’s awed look.

“I’d
like to wait, have it be a surprise.” Padme smiled softly before
looking at Anakin, the Jedi knight nodding mutely as he continued
staring at the holo of his two little ones with the clearest
expression of love.

“That’s
fine, a lot of new parents choose tha-” Mira paused, frowning a bit
before shifting the ultrasound tool down much to the three worries,
though Obi-Wan hid it well. The woman slowly ran her hand over
Padme’s stomach, her frown deepening as the rodian galaxy looking
blue
eyes
narrowed into thin slits.

Stepping
forward
tentatively,
Obi-Wan spoke up. “Healer Mira?”

The
woman stood, wiping a hand off a towel before giving it to Anakin
with a shaking green finger pointed at the gel on his wife stomach.
“We need to contact the council, right now.” She said firmly.

Alarmed
at both the words and her actions, Obi-Wan stepped closer to Mira.
“What’s wrong?” He questioned, tone sharp with his worry as
Anakin wiped Padme’s stomach with wide eyes, his mind clearly
spinning as he wondered if he would be expelled after all despite
Obi-Wan’s assurance.

“She
has a Force drain,” Mira snapped, moving over to her terminal to
send an emergency alert to the council members. “Someone has placed
a Force drain on the Senator and is slowly draining her life Force
bit by bit, if we don’t stop it, it is going to kill her and
potentially the babies.” Mira continued in the sharp tone.

Freezing
at the announcement, Obi-Wan stared at the woman’s back in
disbelief until Anakin spoke up, his voice small and scared. “What’s
is a Force drain? What’s wrong with Padme?” The tone reminded
Obi-Wan of when Anakin was a youngling, scared of the darkness and
the vast temple and all the new things he was learning and seeing
that could become so overwhelming.

Swallowing,
letting the healer deal with summoning whoever they needed, Obi-Wan
instead turned to the loving couple to find Anakin clinging to
Padme’s hand with wide pleading eyes. “A Force drain is a… dark
sider technique,” He started slowly and haltingly, not wanting to
scare the two and stress Padme in her pregnant state but knowing they
needed the information. “It’s basically siphoning off the life of
someone in a dark healing technique and
depending it, it can take a long or a slow time as the person steals
the vitality of another person… in this case… you Padme.”
Obi-Wan explained, his tone softening as if that would make the news
better.

Face
pale as if she was wearing the ceremonial Naboo Queen makeup, Padme
stared at him. “…You mean someone is trying to kill me with a
Force technique they placed on me.” She stated, her tone even as
she clung to Anakin’s hand.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan let out a shuddering breath as he tried to absorb the
information and implication of her having a Force drain.

This
was bad, so bad because that meant that one, someone was draining
Padme’s life away from her bit by bit, making her weak and
eventually would make her crumble and Force knew what would happen
with Anakin if that happened.

And
two, that meant that a darksider had been close enough to Padme to
unleash said technique on her.

‘Depending
on how old it is… she might have been given it on Coruscant.’
Obi-Wan ran his fingers through his hair at the stressing thought.

Force,
there was a Sith on Coruscant who had access to a Senator.

‘…Dooku
told the truth, there’s a Sith in the Senate.’ Obi-Wan’s mind
crystallized on that thought, a shiver going along his spine.

in reporttosenate, how are the padawans and younglings interacting with more clones than they have ever met and learning they are trying to save them.

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“Eight,
nine, ten, eleven-” The counting was loud and clear as children of
all ages from five to eleven ran off around the room, desperately
scrambling for a hiding place while muffling their giggles.

Under
the amused and grateful gaze of the creche masters, the troopers had
taken charge of amusing the children until all the Jedi had arrived
and everything could be settled up and today Commander Snow and his
men had decided to play hide and seek with the children. Snow, Lapra,
Browbeat and Tyr were all gathered in a group with their hands over
their eyes as Snow counted for all four of the troopers.

Settling
even more on the bench as he took a small break from the clean up,
Dolan smiled indulgently as he watched one of the older children
scale a beam to hide up in the ceiling scaffolding while a smaller
one crawled under a table with a delighted beam at having found her
hiding space.

Much
to Dolan’s amusement, he noticed one of the mon calamari Initiates
slowly inched her way into the nearby pond and sunk under to hide.

‘I
don’t think that was allowed little one.’ Dolan rubbed his clean
shaven chin, grinning before grunting softly as Master Vos sat down
next to him on the bench, the kiffar watching the troopers count with
bemusement in his eyes.

Neither
said anything for a long time, only observed as Snow finally stopped
counting and started to search the cleaned and prepared room.

These
rooms had been on the priority scale apparently Dolan had learned,
the clones explaining with serious and stern faces that younglings
always came first and needed the comfort of clean and safe spaces.

Dolan
had wholly approved of that, he didn’t mind a slightly drafty or
dirty room if his creche classes were safe and sound in their rooms
and he knew that the rest of the temple was on the agenda to be
cleaned.

“I
don’t really like the clones,” Dolan glanced at Vos, raising a
brow as the man rubbed the yellow streak over his nose. “Don’t
trust them if I’m honest.” He trailed off, watching as Lapra
found the youngling under the table and grabbed them, playfully
tickling and throwing her into the air to the Initiates utter delight
as she hugged the man tightly.

Raising
both brows, Dolan settled his hands in his lap. “…The troopers
have been nothing but respectful and kind to the Jedi,” He said
slowly. “Something we have sorely lacked if the stories I’ve
heard from mission active knights are true.” Dolan tilted his head,
his nerf
tail tickling his neck.

Huffing
a bit, Vos leaned his elbows on his knees, muscles flexing lightly
and most likely unintentionally though Dolan took a moment to admire
them still as the other master generally went around in a sleeveless
outfit. “I… you’re right. I just don’t…” The man pursed
his lips.

Dolan
watched the other for a long moment, the sound of laughter filling
the room as the troopers searched and found kids, playing with them,
bonding with the children who had come to learn that the troopers
were more than soldiers. “…As I understand it, you should have
nothing to say about them, considering their loyalties have never
been in question nor have they ever conspired with dark siders or
killed Jedi on purpose.” Dolan said as lightly as he could.

Vos
still tensed and looked down, staring at his feet.

“Nor
are they on probation,” The creche master returned to watching the
children. “I am not telling you to like them, one can not be
universally liked. But the very least you can do is respect them.”
Dolan hummed a bit.

The
Jedi master said nothing, only clenched his hands on his leggings.

“Beside,”
Dolan smirked ever so slightly as he watched Tyr walk towards the
middle with two human Initiates clinging to his legs on each side.
“If you were to show your displeasure, I believe our Initiates may
just decide that you need a lesson in basic human decency and decide
a tickling match against a Jedi master is a good idea for the honor
of the troopers.” Dolan chortled out as Browbeat finally managed to
find their calamari Initiate in the pond and was struggling to get
him out without getting wet.

Sitting
up at that, Vos watched the kids and the troopers before snorting.
“Guess you’re right. So far every trooper I’ve seen interact
with the younglings adore them and the younglings adore them in
return… not enough adult to play with them I guess?” He glanced
at Dolan.

Shrugging
slightly, the creche master glanced about then gestured. “Not many
choose to become creche masters, we make do with those we have but
unfortunately we are not always enough to play when babies need
feeding and younglings need their injuries tended to.” He smiled
gently before humming as he heard a noise. “But if I’m not wrong,
it sounds like a shuttle is coming closer. The council seems to have
arrived.” He grinned warmly.

Finally,
they were all away from Coruscant to the safety of Eedit.

He
hoped it would remain that way.

Wolfyrubs! Oh no, Obi questioning his humanity! Give that man cuddles!

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Okay
so Anakin would admit to being reckless at times and not always
thinking a situation through but how the hell was he suppose to know
that Ventress the witch was lurking around the camp in wait for
Obi-Wan to be isolated, that this entire ambush was literally just to
isolate his mate!?

But
maybe in hindsight it made sense as while the bombs were harmful to
the werewolves, only Obi-Wan had suffered from
breathing
in the fumes it had left behind.

That
had still not prepared Anakin for coming back to the hill only to
find his mate sobbing, ripping his hands through his hair with a
passed out Ventress on his lap when Anakin had come with Kix and
Helix to look Obi-Wan over.

Jerking
his mate into his arms, the robotic one having been reattached by Rex
thankfully, Anakin let the troopers take care of the dathomirian
bitch as he focused on calming down his mate and getting him to stop
ripping at his hair. “Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan stop!” He pleaded, on the
verge of whining in panic.

In
the end Obi-Wan wouldn’t stop sobbing while mumbling about
monsters, locked in a panic attack clearly and Bandaid had to sedate
the Jedi, leaving Anakin to carry him.

Nuzzling
him worriedly, Anakin wondered how the hell he was supposed
to convince hie mate of their humanity when they turned into animals.

Wait…

Frowning
while cuddling Obi-Wan to his chest, Anakin stared at the distance.

Zabrak’s
ate meat, twi’leks ate vegetables, humans were omnivores… that
still didn’t make them any less humanoid or sentient, didn’t make
them monsters as Obi-Wan clearly seemed to think himself as.

And
survival instincts were strong in most people.

‘I
just have to be…rational with him, gentle, comforting…’ Anakin
thought to himself as he made his way towards the half cobbled
station of injured troopers to put down Obi-Wan, reluctant to leave
his mate but knowing he had to be a pack leader.

It
helped that Longshot and Echo instantly curled in to their pack
leader’s mate for comfort and support, soothing some of Anakin’s
instincts.

His
mate looked after by the pack, Anakin rolled his shoulders and went
to work with Rex and Cody, the commander and captain already ordering
the healthy troopers around and corralling those who were having
issues with shifting because of their agitation.

Pack
alpha’s duties with their seconds was to look out for the pack even
when their mate were down.

Regardless
how much Anakin wanted to just curl up around Obi-Wan and stay
there.

()()()

Opening
his eyes slowly, Obi-Wan let out a hitched breath as he met
Anakin’s large blue ones right on.

For
a long moment neither said anything as Obi-Wan continued to struggle
until finally Obi-Wan let out a quiet, pained whine and hid in
Anakin’s chest, trembling violently as he sought refuge in his
mate’s arms,
pressing
his face into the plains of it to hide.

Instantly
there was a shift and several furry bodies shifted and curled up
against both of them, the comfort of their pack curling around them
to comfort and sooth as one of their members were going through an
existential crisis.

Quietly
Anakin crooned in his mates
ears, arms tight around him as he shot Rex a grateful look as the
only trooper he could actually meet the eye of.

He
got a soft wuffle noise in response as Rex gently nuzzled at
Obi-Wan’s hair with Cody behind his own general, gently pressing
against him to provide a barrier against the galaxy with the pack not
on guard curled up around them.

“…I
bit her.” Obi-Wan whispered out, shaking.

Nodding,
chin brushing Obi-Wan’s copper locks, Anakin rumbled. “You did. I
would have too.” He murmured and felt Obi-Wan flinch into his body.

“B-”

Interrupting
before Obi-Wan could finish his word, Anakin huffed softly. “Obi,
you wouldn’t blame a zabrak for eating meat when weak or Ahsoka for
biting when hungry, they’re still sentient even if their will to
survive take over for a bit, so why are you so different compared to
them, Ventress put you in a corner, she put in you danger… doesn’t
your life count for something to the point you’re allowed to defend
it?” Anakin countered quietly.

Another
hitched breath escaped Obi-Wan before he just went mute, still
shaking.

The
smell of salt reached Anakin and the other werewolves and they whined
softly as they somehow managed to pile even closer as their copper
haired vampire cried.

But
crying could be healthy, releasing emotions even if Obi-Wan would be
embarrassed later.

For
now it was healthy and they let Obi-Wan just cry his little
vulnerable heart out in the safety of their pack and his mate’s
arms.

MODDY!!! More breakabarrier!!! I LOVE THAT FIC!!! Is one baby? Is two babies? Is Anakin doing ok away from his mates? Where does Obi stay at night and during the day? How does Padme pamper him??

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Pressed
up against the warm plains of her mate’s back, Padme smiled
sleepily against the pleasantly warm skin and ignored the minor
discomfort where her cheek was sticking to Obi-Wan’s shoulder blade
as she spooned her mate.

She
wanted to lay there forever, wanted to soak in the warmth forever.

…But
she needed to pee and the arm she was laying on was numb as all heck.

With
reluctance in her sleepy mind, Padme slowly shuffled away from her
mate after one last kiss to his spine before wiggling away slowly and
carefully so not to wake the slumbering omega. Obi-Wan had been doing
that a lot more, sleeping without waking when she moved in their
nest, feeling safe and comfortable despite Anakin not being around.

Wandering
to the fresher, Padme let her mind slip to their other mate and
missing member of the bed.

Somewhere
out there in the cold of space, going to war, trying to bring in the
peace Padme wasn’t sure could be obtained out in the field but had
to be truly gained in the halls of diplomacy but…

Well,
with Dooku and the Chancellor at the helm, she was doubtful they
would get it.

Don’t
get her wrong, Padme loved her old mentor but it had become
increasingly clear to her with the progress of weeks and months that
he had become more of a spider in his web in the seat of power at the
Republic and if she could go back in time and shake her younger self,
she would totally do it.

Flushing
the loo, Padme grumbled and eyed the little chrono before rolling her
eyes.

It
wasn’t that early anymore and she had to leave for the Senate soon,
having several meetings she needed to engage in with the hopes of
maybe getting some progress to get peace and with the clone rights
amendment she was working on.

Though
she could get Obi-Wan’s thoughts on the latter she bet as she
grabbed her toothbrush and got to work on getting clean so the
handmaidens could help her with her outfit. It was only once they
entered the bedroom that Obi-Wan woke, giving all of them bleary,
sleepy looks before rolling over on his side and pulling the blankets
over his head.

Amused
and endeared, Padme just watched her pregnant mate cuddle back to
sleep with nary a care since he didn’t have anything to do in the
temple today and she was more than happy to let him sleep in.

()()()

Staring
at the holo comm, Anakin settled his elbows on his knees and pouted
quietly to himself as Ahsoka patted his head.

“Cheer
up Skyguy! At least Senator Amidala is looking out for master
Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka said cheerfully and laughed slightly when he just
grunted. “I mean at least he’s sleeping over at the apartment
most days, that’s good? Sleeping in your nest.” She
tried to sooth his sulking.

It
seemed to work too as Anakin grinned slightly. “I guess that’s a
good thing yeah… Padme says Obi-Wan manages to sleep through her
leaving the nest now, confidant and content.” He perked up more
much to the amusement of both his troopers and Ahsoka.

Fluffing
the odd human hair teasingly, the padawan winked happily. “And that
is progress after all! He’s not as clingy as he was in the
beginning meaning that the mating bond has been settling in after all
and he’s confidant in his place in both of your hearts after all.”
She chirped at him.

Perking
up even more, Anakin bounced to his feet and nodded. “Still, I’m
gonna keep on sending them messages and call them when I can until
we’re back.” He bounced towards his quarters.

Rolling
her eyes a bit, Ashoka traded an amused look with Rex.

Shrugging
a bit, Rex settled against a bulkhead with a smirk. “Hey, they say
mated alphas are all gaga for their mates. And General Skywalker
seems to be the stereotype for his.” He chortled in amusement.

Snorting,
Ahsoka crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah well, when you find
your mate or mates, I’m gonna have fun teasing you about it if you
behave the same way.” She taunted lightly with a grin.

“Perish
the thought.” Rex chuckled even as his chest warmed at the easy
acceptance that Rex, a clone, would have a mate and therefore belong
in the galaxy from his commander as not everyone else seemed to
believe it.

And
if Ahsoka believed it of him, then she would believe it of others.

“I’ve
seen Boil and Waxer,” She pointed a finger at him, jabbing it for
point. “They’re as bad about
each other
as Skyguy is about his mates!” Ahsoka laughed happily, unaware of
the warmth in Rex chest as she continued her friendly bantering as
Anakin was busy sending a message off to Coruscant on a secure line.

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Flopping
over on his side, Obi-Wan let out a small cough as he blearily stared
at the caff table covered in tissues, cough drops and juice along
with an empty bowl and after a moment Obi-Wan managed to cue in on
the fact that his master was no longer on the couch.

It
seemed that despite making very good progress with his prosthetic,
there was one thing the healers had not warned them of.

That
Obi-Wan’s immune system would be a bit affected.

The
loss of a limb was very traumatic on the body, as was the recovery
process and the insertion of a new limb to make up for the loss and
that apparently made him more susceptible
to
things like the common cold.

Or
honestly all kinds of diseases apparently which was why Obi-Wan would
need stronger immunizations shots and medications for the future.

Anakin
had gone a bit ballistic at the news and why he hadn’t gotten it
earlier but apparently that had been a miscommunications and the
healers had not been aware that Obi-Wan would be on a creche shift to
supervise them in the gardens.

‘And
of course with my rotten luck, I get it.’ Obi-Wan thought bitterly
while ignoring the small voice in his head that sounded so much like
Qui-Gon Jinn that said that there was no such thing as luck, only the
Force will.

“Obi-Wan?”
Looking up at the voice, Obi-Wan gave his current master a meek smile
as Anakin looked worriedly down at him from over the back of the
couch where the man had all but quarantined his padawan to.

Something
about being able to keep an eye on Obi-Wan at all time Anakin had
explained as he tucked blankets over the leathers and then tucked
Obi-Wan in with blankets and pillows to keep him warm, settling at
Obi-Wan’s feet while turning the holo on.

A
warm hand hand brushed his growing hair out of the way before a wrist
was placed against his forehead, Anakin’s face creasing up even
more. “Mastah.”
Obi-Wan pretend grouched, his stuffy noise making it hard to talk.

That
was something about his new master he had noticed very early on, he
was a very tactile man and was quick to casually touch or outright
hold Obi-Wan.

Quick
to give praise too.

It
wasn’t that Qui-Gon had starved him for it, Force no, but he had
been a slightly more reserved man compared to Anakin and honestly?

Obi-Wan
luxuriated in the feeling of all the touches when he himself was
feeling so vulnerable most days.

“Well,
your fever hasn’t gone up,” Anakin sighed, straightening up.
“Still…”
He sighed before smiling down at his padawan. “Do you feel like
eating something?” The soft question had Obi-Wan nodding before he
really understood it and soon he was leaning up against Anakin’s
chest, a bowl of noodle soup from Anakin in his hands with the proud
proclamation of ‘my mom’s recipe!’ as Anakin settled down
behind Obi-Wan’s back this time.

It
tasted good and if he had been fully healthy Obi-Wan would most
likely have called it divine he bet with the spices and the creamy
broth with nice thin noodles and little chunks of vegetables and
chickens floating around.

It
wasn’t vegetables he really recognized but considering the origin
of the recipe, it must be Tatooine vegetables.

He
giggled a bit when a pink carrot like thing floated to the top of his
spoon and looked up to find Anakin watching him in fond amusement.
“Whaz kind of vegeable is thiz?” He slurred out in his stuffy
voice.

“Hmm?
Oh the pink one? It’s a root plant from Tatooine,”  Anakin
explained, petting Obi-Wan’s hair and playing with the braid. “See,
there isn’t a lot of water on Tatooine so most of the vegetables we
get there are root vegetables one has to dig for or cave fungus and
things like that.” He explained in a soft, even tone that had
Obi-Wan paying attention while eating his soup slowly, filling up
steadily as he marveled at his master.

Despite
the mother henning the man was currently exhibiting, Obi-Wan couldn’t
help but feel like… well, that he was just where he wanted to be
and should be under the guidance of the blond instead of under
Qui-Gon.

Sitting
in their quarters, watching tv and were eating soup and getting soft
explanation on what the vegetables he was eating was, there was no
where else Obi-Wan even wanted
to be.

The last ask of little broken Ben is so sweet and warm. Qui would be able to fit Ben against his chest and body so easily to cuddle. And does Obi ever wish to comfort Ben as far as Qui does? Do we get Ben telling about what hes seen and what may not come to pass? Please Moddy?

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Tucking
his arms even tighter around Ben, Qui-Gon marveled at the slight
weight
settled to his chest and lap as the redhead with silvery streaks
through his hair read his mystery novel while tucked up against the
Jedi’s body.

Ben
was almost like a sponge, soaking up all the warmth and comfort
anyone offered him after
the first few initial moments of tension from his touch starvation
and clearly being out of the Hall’s was doing him a great deal of
good.

The
healers however had not been comfortable with the idea of Ben living
on his own just
yet and
had therefore only agreed to releasing him as long as he roomed with
someone until
they were sure he wasn’t as overwhelmed or sensitive.
And so Ben had been released into Qui-Gon’s care.

And
by being in the living quarters of the Jinn and Kenobi duo, Ben was
also in Obi-Wan’s care as the padawan was often quick to remind the
man to take the small capsules of vitamins and the medications the
healers had insisted he’d take before making a full pot of tea that
he and Ben shared.

It
wasn’t that Qui-Gon wasn’t allowed the tea though, it was just
that when Obi-Wan made tea for them, he made his home planet’s tea
and for all that Qui-Gon adored tea, the bitter vana tea from
Stewjon.

And
Qui-Gon had no desire to drink that tea without literally adding a
ton of milk and sugar to it, thereby rendering the tea drink a mote
point.

So
he’d just make a small pot of sapir for himself at those occasions.

As
he was still under the healers strict orders to recover, the council
was also leaving Ben alone for now, letting him slowly recover both
physically and mentally from his prolonged isolation and the shift of time.

“That
tickles,” Ben suddenly complained and Qui-Gon hummed questionably,
raising a brow as the other lowered his pad a bit to squint at
Qui-Gon. “Your thumb, its rubbing my hip. It tickles.” He
explained.

Glancing
down, Qui-Gon chortled as he moved his hand a bit further up to Ben’s
waist instead. “Apologies, I wasn’t thinking… however, you’re
squinting. Do you need reading glasses Ben?” Qui-Gon questioned
quietly as the sun warmed the back of his head from their large
window.

Shrugging
faintly, the redhead moved the pad. “Maybe? It’s been years since
I had the opportunity to check honestly. Why
do you ask?”

Shrugging,
Qui-Gon shifted on the couch to a more comfortable position. “Well,
the way you are squinting at both me and the pad when you change
where you are looking is honestly all I have to go on,” He
explained quietly as Ben shifted on his lap to get comfortable once
more since Qui-Gon moved. “Is your sight blurry when you look at
things far or close to you?” He asked, hoping to clarify.

Frowning
a bit, Ben glanced about the quarters a bit. “…I guess there is
some blurriness from things that are further away.” He settled on
slowly, returning his brilliant green eyes to the Jedi master.

Nodding
at that, Qui-Gon smiled slightly in reassurance. “You’re somewhat
nearsighted then, common when one gets older and the reason why I
have a pair of reading glasses myself.” Qui-Gon stated as he slowly
rubbed along the others spine, feeling Ben arch it in response as
the red braid shifted at the move while mentally plotting to get the healers to look at Ben.

Humming
faintly, the time traveler nodded slowly. “Guess it makes sense. I
should speak to the healers shouldn’t I.” He sighed, stating more
than asking.

Still
Qui-Gon nodded while mentally cheering at Ben coming to the conclusion himself. “It would be best, would prevent the headaches I
bet you get from prolonged reading.” Qui-Gon murmured then chortled
softly when Ben flushed faintly, confirming the Jedi’s suspicion.

Ben
was slight, sweet tempered
and
healing and Qui-Gon couldn’t compare this man to the padawan he
knew as he tucked him back into his body and went back to watching
the tv with a warm, living plush to cuddle, Ben returning to his
novel for now in comfortable silence with the silent promise to go to
the healers tomorrow morning.

“…You
need a shower.” Qui-Gon observed quietly, lips pressed to the
others temple, smile curving his lips when Ben just snorted at him.

These
moments were what life was all about, even for a Jedi.

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It
wasn’t meant to last of course.

All
secrets eventually come out and as Qui-Gon stands in front of his
father with his arms crossed over his chest, he mourns the fact that
he wasn’t hiding down in the underworld with his love. But Yan had
caught the message he had been intending to send to Obi-Wan, a silly
and sappy poem for the man of his heart.

And
now Yan was ranting, pacing back and forth as Jocasta sat quietly on
her throne, only watching with a hint of disapproval and maybe some
fear.

‘She
doesn’t want to lose me… please do not become Demeter mother. I
am not yours to control.’ Qui-Gon thought to himself even as he
continued watching his father, ignoring the other gods and goddesses
around them as the man continued ranting.

Finally,
as thunder and lighting rolled across the mortal world thanks to
Yan’s rage, Qui-Gon had enough. “At least I come and go as I
please, I have yet to eat pomegranate seeds from the Underworld.” He said in a dry tone
as everyone froze, narrowing his eyes at his now wide eyed father.
“But I can very quickly change that because this is getting tedious
father.” He growled quietly.

Spluttering,
Yan slammed his hands down on the table of the mortal world, most likely
unleashing an earth quake. “Do not come here and threaten me boy,
you will not like the consequences.” Yan snapped back, is neatly
groomed hair rising to the static of his lightening.

Moving
slightly, Qui-Gon picked up an apple, shrugging a bit. “It is not a
threat. It is a promise. I am in love, I love Obi-Wan, I have loved
him for over four years now and have snuck to the underworld and up
as I wished and he has let me come and go as I wished,” He stated,
as he pulled his knife of his belt and started slowly peeling the
apple while watching it. Qui-Gon didn’t bother to watch the other
heavenly beings, only listened to their noises of surprise or shock,
little gasps or huffs. “Obi-Wan has no leash on me and I have none
on him, the fact that you all seem to think so is very concerning to
me…” He lifted a slice up to his mouth, chewing slowly as he eyed
his father and mother.

Yan
and Jocasta traded terrified looks, both clearly thinking they might lose their son to the underworld as Demeter had once ‘lost’ her own child to Hades and his underworld.

Nothing said about how controlling the once goddess was, no, Persephone was clearly just a stupid child pretending to be in love while the mother tried to control her life and threw a hissy fit that brought on winter and prevented harvest when Persephone didn’t return.

‘And so we got six months of spring and summer and six of winter and autumn, because Demeter had to have her daughter despite the woman wanting Hades and to be in love and be happy with him.’

“…Why
are you so determined to make him lonely?” Qui-Gon shook his head
and glanced about with a frown. “Every other god and goddess is here but not he,
alone in the world of the dead, ruling and taking care of it with
only Anakin at his side and even that is a reluctant offer because he
could not give Anakin back to life after he died foolishly,” He
inclined his head in apology to Shmi as the woman flinched. “Obi-Wan
has been lonely for so long, he has the most ungrateful job that makes everyone fear him and yet
he still does it to the best of his capabilities and you all still
shy from him for doing the thankless job.” He shook his head and took another slice of his
apple.

Shifting
forward in her seat, Jocasta gave him as gentle a smile as possible.
“Qui-Gon, son, please believe me when I say I don’t want Obi-Wan
to be lonely, he’s very young and ki-”

Cutting
her off, Qui-Gon paused in peeling his apple to stare at his mother.
“And yet you want to forbid me from seeing Obi-Wan. You all want to
deny me the option of coming and going from Underworld as Obi-Wan
never tries to keep me where I do not wish to be.” He narrowed his
eyes. “…That’s interesting, you’re all worried about Obi-Wan
abducting me and yet you’re the ones keeping me where I do not wish
to be…” He slowly sliced off a piece and put it in his mouth.

“I
say we let him go,” Qui-Gon turned his head, his brows jumping in surprise at the annoyed voice, watching Shaak as she huffed and sat back in
her chair, the goddess of the hunt looking more than a bit perturbed.
“Is it really that bad that he comes and goes from the underground?
He is right, Obi-Wan has yet to try to keep him. And if memory serves
me right, Persephone decided herself to stay with Hades after her
mother tried to keep her away from Hades. He’s already said as much, if we try to cage him he is liable to never returning to spite us, we know he would.” She rolled her eyes,
clearing
implying that Shaak had no trouble imagining Qui-Gon doing the same
to stay with his chosen love .

Smirking
a bit, Qui-Gon went back to eating his apple as the rest started to
bicker, not denying the he could be spiteful.

They
couldn’t stop him anyhow, he would come and go as he wished, free
as the wind as he gave his love to Obi-Wan with the god of the dead
giving his own love in return.

The
god he made laugh, pale cheeks flushed and green eyes twinkling in
tenderness.

General Skywalker and Bobba find out they are going to have a new younger brother. Neither reacts well to Obi’s Plans. And Ani gets a talk about safe sex.

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Snorting
juice out of his nose in shock, Anakin stared at his master with wide
eyes before looking at Jango and then back at his master as Boba
squeaked joyfully and bounced around, grabbing his buir’s hands and
bouncing up and down at the news.

The
news that Obi-Wan was pregnant.

Boy
when he woke up this morning to what seemed like a shout and then got
informed that Obi-Wan and Cody had arrived at the new camp safely and
was in the medtent waiting on him and Boba, this was not
what he expected to learn.

And
despite Jango’s rather smug happiness, there was also an under
currant of tension that
didn’t really make sense and
Anakin could spot tension in Obi-Wan despite the besotted
smile on his face.

So
something was clearly going on.

“Anakin,
honestly.” Obi-Wan stood from his position on the medbay, making
his way over and cleaning the blond’s face with a napkin as
the last of the juice dripped off his face,
still smiling slightly as he did though this also allowed Anakin to
lean in and sniff the other gently.

There,
a change in the scent clearly.

So
that was how pregnant omegas smelled?

Setting
his bottle aside on
a tray,
Anakin shifted closer and buried his face into the others neck,
sniffing lightly as he felt Obi-Wan wrap his arms around his taller
padawan in a comforting hug, rubbing the
small of his back slowly.

It
wasn’t really a big
change, if Anakin hadn’t been told, he would have been aware why
Obi-Wan’s scent had changed ever so slightly and
just assumed it was a hormone thing since that occasionally happened.

If
he was to explain, he’d say that it had somehow grown ‘softer’?

But
how do you describe that a scent of all things had grown soft.

Maybe
gentler?

Whatever,
the change was minor at least and
anyone not in the know wouldn’t catch onto it until Obi-Wan started
to show, whenever that was.

Pulling
back a bit, Anakin narrowed his eyes at Obi-Wan, pursing his lips as
a thought hit him.
“You want to stay on the battlefield, don’t you.” He stated,
calling his master out as the man winced guiltily. Anakin
had hit the nail on the head clearly since he knew his master quite
well.

That
explained the tension and the small bit of anger in Jango’s Force
aura.

Boba,
who had been jumping in joy still at the prospect of being an older
brother, froze while looking between his father and Obi-Wan with wide
eyes. “…He can’t do that, right?” Boba squeaked up
at his father then
turned all the way around to face the redhead Jedi. “You can’t
Obi-Wan. What if my vod gets hurt!?” The other jumped over
practically, wrapping himself around Obi-Wan’s midsection like a
clingy snake, as
if he could protect the baby simply by being there.

Anakin
too remained in close contact with his master, frowning at him as he
ticked in on Jango letting out a relieved breath.

Clearly
he was hoping they’d try to discourage Obi-Wan too, gaining
two very capable allies to help him convince Obi-Wan.

‘Was
that what the yelling earlier was about?’ Anakin wondered. He had
faintly heard something after
all,
tucked up around Boba in Slave 1 for comfort for
each other
since they hadn’t known where Obi-Wan was at time and been worried
he was hurt since
Anakin hadn’t been able to tell anything with their bond.

Shaking
himself mentally away from that thought, Anakin instead gave his
master as
stern stare as
he could manage.
“If it was me, you would have grounded me so fast my head would be
spinning,” He said quietly, fully aware that he was potentially
getting a lecture on safe sex later on but needing to make a point as
Obi-Wan paused in reassuring Boba, his pale
hand
resting on the dark head. “There
are other
things you can do instead of the front line you know.” Anakin
pointed out gravely.

Staring
at him, Obi-Wan blinked slowly before suddenly smiling in
tender affection,
his free hand coming up to cup Anakin’s cheek. “My padawan,” He
murmured in such a fond tone he had Anakin flushing in surprise.
“When did you get so responsible?” Obi-Wan chuckled softly.

Snorting,
Anakin covered the hand on his cheek with his own, relaxing as Jango
came over and wrapped both him and Obi-Wan into a semi hug with both
his arms with
Boba caught between them.
“Well, someone has to talk sense into you master. If I left it all
to Jango, then you’d two drive each other up the walls.”
Anakin grinned teasingly at the redhead.

Snorting
deeply, Obi-Wan paused before sighing deeply and nodding. “Fine. I
won’t stay on the front line,” He looked between all three
grinning males,
his eyes narrowing.
“But I need to be involved, this is our pack, this is our…
family,” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily. “I can’t not
defend them and us, so compromises has to be made.” He whispered
softly as he settled his head on Jango’s shoulder.

Nodding,
Jango pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple. “All I ask Obi-Wan, is
that you stay away from battle as best you can. I can understand
needing to do something, anything
but
please, promise us…” He trailed off, letting out a shuddering
breath.

A
low, soft noise of understanding escaped Obi-Wan as he tried to hug
all of them. “I promise, I’ll stay away from battle to the best
of my ability. I’ll go nowhere alone when out in the field.”
Obi-Wan promised them.

In
the middle of a war, that was honestly the best they could get.

It
didn’t make Anakin feel much better but it was at least better than
nothing that Obi-Wan would stay away from the front lines and avoid
battle if possible.

‘And,
eventually he’ll be to big to be around in the field,’ A low
voice pointed out, memories from sex ed propping up in his head.
‘Male omegas can be rounder than females and have more hip problems
depending on the size of the baby or babies… we can only wait and
see.’ The voice sounded quite satisfied with that.

Anakin
pressed closer to Obi-Wan, resting a hand on Boba’s back while
soaking in the comforting presence of Jango looking out for them all.

His
intimate pack was small… but damn if he didn’t love it to bits
regardless how little and awkwardly cobbled together it had started.