fluff

Hi moddy. My dog just died. Would you do something really fluffy with obi and nubby. My dog was so lovey.

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Shifting
to stand as Anakin finally dried his face, Qui-Gon opened his mouth
to speak to Obi-Wan only for Nubby to whine and shift, gently
prodding at Obi-Wan with his snout.

He
turned more instant when the redhead only lifted his head to look at
the pup in confusion. “Nubby, what are you…” Getting to his
feet, Obi-Wan let out confused noises as he was practically herded
away, looking at the other two Jedi even as he gave a weak bow and
let himself be herded away.

Watching
in stunned confusion, Qui-Gon let his eyes drop to Anakin, finding
the teen watching the other two disappear before his padawan looked
up at Qui-Gon again with red rimmed eyes, the soft artificial breeze
of the garden room ruffling at the old man’s hair.

The
two stared at each other for a long moment before Anakin shrugged.
“He’s not ready to talk. Nubby is with him for a reason master.”
He pointed out quietly before taking Qui-Gon’s hand to lead him
from the garden, trembling faintly from the news still but more calm.

Being
lead away, Qui-Gon couldn’t help but glance back towards where he
could faintly see Obi-Wan’s back disappearing into the green and
yellow of the forest to the left.

The
desire to go after him is high but Obi-Wan is an adult and Qui-Gon
has hurt him.

If
the dog says Obi-Wan isn’t ready yet, then Qui-Gon will quietly bow
out to the instincts of the canine trained to be a companion and help
to Obi-Wan.

His
emotions still sours in his chest at his own helplessness as he is
lead away, further and further from his former padawan.

()()()

Sitting
down at the edge of the river, Obi-Wan petted Nubby slowly,
scratching behind his ears as he stretched his legs out and let the
dog lay down over his calves and thighs. He didn’t even mind the
pressing of the harness, the metal wasn’t that bad and he could
feel the little bandaged nubs of the others stump front legs.

Rubbing
the warm fur with attentive fingers, Obi-Wan scratched the muscle and
felt the ears move a bit as Nubby whined softly at him.

“…It’s
not that I’m scared of him you know,” Obi-Wan started slowly,
trying to arrange his thoughts. “I mean, not physically scared and
he can only hurt me if I let him.” He licked his lips nervously
then snorted when Nubby shifted and licked at his hand.

Of
course that set of Nubby’s tail as Obi-Wan smiled down at him, the
dog trying to make himself as cute and comforting as possible.

Rubbing
along Nubby’s neck and ears,
Obi-Wan felt his smile fade and a deep sigh escape him. “He wasn’t
there to hurt me. I know he wasn’t there to hurt me or do anything
bad, he did something wonderful after all for Anakin.” He continued
rubbing, his constant motion soothing himself ever so slightly.

An
answering whine came back and he smirked down at Nubby as the other
pushed more up into his lap, pressing his snout to Obi-Wan’s
stomach and nuzzled lightly.

Patting
the other on the nose, Obi-Wan let out a soft huff. “You’re a
gem. I swear you know exactly what to do to make me feel better,”
He murmured before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of
Nubby’s head before snorting and keeping his mouth closed as Nubby
lapped at his face in return. “Giving me kisses are you?”
Chortling as he got a break from the tongue, Obi-Wan sat up again
while rubbing steadily.

For
a long while, he just sat on the grass, Nubby a warm, heavy weight on
his lap with the harness digging into his thighs and the sounds of
the bubbling river beside them.

Just
a little break from everything, it wasn’t too unfair to ask for
after all and for once the galaxy seemed to listen or the Force and
gave Obi-Wan a little break to sit in the sun and feel the grass
below him.

Papa and Dad is adorable and I need mooooooore!!!! particularly more fluff but I also want to know so many things–where/when did they time travel from? like, was it like a «die and wake up in the past» thing or did something happen before then? or what was their first meeting with baby Ani like? are they gonna train Ani together? did Palpy or Plagueis have any inklings of their presence on Naboo? I have many more but I’m almost out of characters so anything else you wanna do would be awesome!!

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Tracing
his fingertip around Qui-Gon’s rather small ear for a man his size,
Obi-Wan smiled faintly to himself as he listened to the even breath’s
of both Anakin between them and Qui-Gon, the boy tucked tightly up to
the taller man’s chest as he slept.

Beneath
them the almost unnoticeable vibration of the ship’s motor acted as
a gentle lullabies
to Anakin, something Obi-Wan never quite understood but was grateful
for right now as they finally left Naboo.

Anakin
had always
had a good hand with machines.

He
wasn’t certain they had escaped notice from Palpatine and whoever
his master was, as both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had felt the darkness
searchingly ‘looking’ around practically. It could be unrelated
to them but Obi-Wan was not going to count on that.

It
would be stupid and
in this Obi-Wan could not afford to be reckless, not with Qui-Gon’s
life and not with Anakin’s.

But
he was certain that they had come away without the Sith actually
seeing them, only feeling their Force and more in particular,
Anakin’s Force
if
it was them who had triggered the darkness search over the planet.

Such
a strong power…

Of
course the Sith would be interested in that.

And
in
them, both
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were abnormalities, time travelers.

Anyone
with a lick of Force sense could tell something was up with them even
if they never were called out on yet, only given curious looks.

That’s
why Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had kept to smaller areas with population to
be able to hide among them, hide Anakin’s signature as best they
could. That
had taken quite a bit of work, working with Anakin’s young mind to
teach him meditation and how to hide while aiding him to hide as best
possible.

And
now they were away, away from Palpatine and the other Sith’s
grasping claws.

It
was doing marvels for Obi-Wan’s anxieties.

Now
there was just everything else.

‘The
rest of our lives really.’ Obi-Wan mused as he went back to
watching Qui-Gon, taking in the features of the man and comparing
them to the ones he had when the man died. He did this too often
really but sometimes he still…

He
just sometimes still had hard to believe really.

He
was in the past, a man of thirty something years with the slightest
sign of gray at his temples and a wrinkle here and there around his
eyes.

But
Qui-Gon?

Qui-Gon
couldn’t be more than thirty either, younger than Obi-Wan had ever
had the pleasure of seeing him before with hair a deep chestnut brown
with a few strands of gray mixed in that did nothing but bring out
his features and make him look defined where they made Obi-Wan just
feel old.

Nothing
else had really changed except for the youthful skin
and hair, still
hook nosed, still blue eyed and still just as stubborn
and yet it never failed to entice Obi-Wan into just look.

He
wondered if his younger version would come to the
same
point as he once had. He had had an infatuation with his master when
he was a teen but as a man of twenty he had fallen into a trap of his
own making and fallen in love instead and
boy he had gotten drunk the night he realized that to the point where
Reeft had hefted him back to the temple and Qui-Gon had looked so
utterly bemused and concerned, especially when Obi-Wan had thrown up
on his own boots.

Now
he had the chance, the option to hold Qui-Gon’s hand as a Force
ghost couldn’t when they were still on Tatooine, waiting for the
years to pass and Luke to be ready or for Owen to give Obi-Wan a
chance.

And
he could be Obi-Wan again. His Anakin was gone yes but there was an
Anakin and he was young and he shone in the Force so brightly despite
his sadness at his mother’s passing and it was everything Obi-Wan
needed for his broken heart as he turned his attention on the blond
head resting against Qui-Gon’s chest, a small, soft smile crossing
his lips as he shifted his hand down to slowly run it over the soft,
slightly darkening hair of Anakin’s blond curls. ‘We need hair
cuts, the whole gang.’ He noted with amusement.

When
Qui-Gon spoke however, Obi-Wan almost jumped out of his skin. “You’re
suppose to sleep my dear.” Qui-Gon rumbled, eyes still closed but a
smile on his lips when Obi-Wan looked up.

“…Fine,
sleep.” Obi-Wan whispered, moving his arm over Anakin to tuck
around Qui-Gon, settling to hold them both as he closed his eyes,
feeling Qui-Gon return the gesture as the two held around Anakin and
each other.

One
small family drifting in space.

Now I have to see the republic’s and the Confederate’s reaction that the jedi are gone #ReporttotheSenate

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An
illusion can not be kept going forever, eventually someone spots the
difference and makes the right connections to get the truth.

Clones
however, who work with the Jedi and observe them daily can mimic
their behavior pretty decently to fool most. Put on a robe, wear a
tunic and leggings and walk with confidence and most people are
tricked at mere sight as long as the hood is up.

After
all, there are a lot of human Jedi and if they make an appearance in
the slums of Coruscant at least once a day and a brief one in the
Rotunda, trying to be quick and not get caught up by any Senators.

They
weren’t as lucky one day but Bail Organa only stared with wide eyes
at them before smiling and calmly chatting with the ‘Jedi’ in
front of him.

The
illusion is kept going for another day.

But
eventually it breaks as people realize that the Jedi are gone.

There
are only clones in the Jedi temple, keeping it safe, making sure no
one trespasses and eventually the Senator’s demand answers.

Fox
has no other choice but to answer.

Arms
tucked in parade rest, he gives his report, a lie of course.

The
Jedi had left for one of the smaller temples for the safety of their
young ones, all of them moving though they would be back to the
temple once they had managed to set up.

He
can see the distrust of course, he can hear the mutters but he does
not let them catch the lie or let them question him into a corner he
can not answer.

The
end result is the same.

The
Jedi are gone and as Fox tries to observe as many Senators as
possible but what he can’t help but notice is the Chancellor.

Fox
eyes narrow as the man grips the podium so hard his hands turn white,
the way the man’s jaw muscle jumps and the thin slits his eyes are
even as he wears a forcibly benevolent smile that feels too
artificial to the commander to be real.

There
are many angry Senators but only one trying to pretend to be kind, to
be unpartial and be a fair judge and leader.

And
Fox is looking straight at the pale eyes and knows he must tell his
brothers.

()()()

Opening
his own eyes, one of the last of the Jedi arriving at Eedit stares at the
top of his bunk and tucks the blankets around him more tightly.

He’s
tired.

He
knows what’s going on of course, he knows that several Jedi already
knew what was going on but right now they have plausible deniability
and all they want is a break, is to get away from the Senate, away
from the muddled Force on the metal planet.

After
a long moment Yoda let out a deep breath and tucked the Qui-Gon’s
robe more tightly around himself for meager comfort before slowly sitting up and looking
around at the rest of the council curled up in their own bunks.

Down
by the door, a trooperwith a bandage on his head is sitting on a chair, leaned against the wall
with their chin on their chest as they breath slowly.

It’s
a sight enough to make Yoda chuckle faintly, even though he doesn’t know who this trooper is despite wearing the markings of Obi-Wan’s men, before carefully folding
Qui-Gon’s old robe and setting it aside to reach for his cane and
get up, wiggling his toes on the ground before slowly making his way
down the row
of bunks, checking in on each of his fellow Jedi.

Mace
was curled up tightly, drooling. Depa was snoring into her arm. Shaak
was mumbling in her sleep with her hand spasming as if she was
reaching for something. Obi-Wan was curled up on his side…

It
was enough to make Yoda smile faintly at all the younglings around
him.

And
they were still younglings to him.

They’d
always be.

How about some soft QuiObi with them lounging in bed for once. No hurry, no fuss just…fluff. Pretty please?

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Opening
his eyes slowly with the morning sun warming his back is it shone in
the window of their rented hotel room, Qui-Gon felt his lips twitch
into a smile as he woke up looking right at his lover, Obi-Wan
letting out little puff with a little snoring noise with each rise
and fall of his chest.

They
had gone to bed after a long night yesterday, trying to find clues
and both had abandoned their tunics and leggings to curl up in their
underwear, having seen each other in much worse states. It was of
notice that Obi-Wan had managed to fold his clothes on a chair at
least while Qui-Gon had just thrown it around.

‘Of
course he’d show a level of decorum even when he’s exhausted,’
Qui-Gon smiled fondly to himself as he stared at Obi-Wan’s relaxed
face. ‘Typical of you sweetheart.’ He mentally shook his head at
Obi-Wan’s little personality quirks even as he was charmed by them
this morning.

He
looked beautiful Qui-Gon noted, the sun not yet reached his face
which allowed him to sleep peacefully, his hair and beard
delightfully disheveled to give him that youngish look that never
failed to charm Qui-Gon and he could feel his heart throb
affectionately in his chest with
the sheet barely covering up to their shoulders which allowed the
older Jedi to spot the beauty marks on the others pale shoulders
along with old pink scars that were slowly fading in color as they
grew in age.

Observing,
Qui-Gon noted the appearance of any
new
freckles and lines in the other face, slowly reaching up to tuck the
others hair out of his face for
a good view yet
not disturb the younger man’s sleep as he took in the new freckle
close to his upper lip on the left and one amusedly enough on his
forehead making a constellation of the Tooka.

It
was faint of course, most of Obi-Wan’s freckles could only be seen
if you were right up in his face like Qui-Gon was at that moment.

More
awake, Qui-Gon took notice of how their legs were twined together,
their lower halves utterly connected and he carefully shifted closer
to tuck his hand around Obi-Wan’s waist to bring him closer.

Obi-Wan
deserved all the rest he could get and Qui-Gon was not going to
disturb him until absolutely necessary.

Instead
he would lay here beside his love and watch him sleep, watch the
sleep softened features of his knight, the stern lines that grew
apparent in missions that were softened up and slightly open mouth of
the soft pink lips, the cupid bow of Obi-Wan’s mouth and the little
upturn to the others nose.

All
things Qui-Gon had seen before many a time and yet they never failed
to endear themselves to him once more as if it was the first time he
saw them.

Fingertips
to the others bare skin, Qui-Gon
felt that old starburst shaped scar near the middle of the others
back that had come from an exploding blaster someone had shoved in
the others back when he had still been a padawan.

One
of the times Qui-Gon had come close to loosing him before they even
became knight and former master.

But
that was an old memory and this was a new time, allowing Qui-Gon to
spend time with his soft, sleeping love.

“…I
can feel you staring at me.” Obi-Wan breathed out without opening
his eyes, his lips curling into a soft smile.

Rubbing
his fingers slowly over the scar, knowing how tender it was still,
Qui-Gon hummed. “I like watching you, you’re beautiful when
you’re relaxed.” He murmured huskily, his voice still caught with
sleep as he took in Obi-Wan’s cheeks coloring bashfully.

“Qui…”
He whispered, green eyes opening to a sliver to peer at him.

Smile
turning into a soft smirk, Qui-Gon leaned in and nuzzled their noses
together in a bunny kiss as it was called. “Good morning my dear
knight.” He greeted quietly, tugging Obi-Wan closer to him now that
he was awake.

Huffing
softly, Obi-Wan
slid his hand up into Qui-Gon’s hair and cupped the back of his
hand, getting a languid kiss that tasted of stale morning breath and
yet neither minded too heavily as they remained curled up in bed
together until their stomach growled in need for food.

For safetydelayed. It seems like Obi-wan is really on the road of healing. Or like maybe the story was starting to wrap up. Is there a way to get a conclusion or a continuation? Maybe Qui-Gon feeling super proud and Obi-wan feeling proud of himself and really assured of something he accomplished? Especially a jedi thing?

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Packing
up his bag, Obi-Wan paused to stare into it, taking note of his spare
tunic, leggings, underwear, toiletries, his
medication
and
his carving blade
along with his password
protected mission
pad and his own
none essential but something to speed up time in transit and so on
pad.

Then
he slowly looked around his room, taking in the ship mobile Qui-Gon
had gifted him with, the  little ship lighting up as they swung
slowly around and his messy desk full of homework that was half
finished.

Nothing
he needed to hurry on, all of it was things he had ample time to
finish.

Because
he was leaving the Jedi temple.

Excitement
and nervousness trampled through him at that thought and he looked
back down at his bag before reaching over to his pillow and pulling
over the little soft lothcat Qui-Gon had give him not that long ago.

It
wasn’t bigger than a fist, made of gray striped fur with white paws
and amber eyes but… it was soft.

It
was so soft and hugging it made Obi-Wan feel better when he was upset
and Qui-Gon wasn’t there to help him in the moment because maybe he
was with the council or he was with someone else.

Qui-Gon
couldn’t be there all
the time.

So
he had gotten him someone who could, Buddy, his little plushie tooka.

Hugging
it, Obi-Wan took a deep breath and smiled as the toy still smelled of
Qui-Gon before carefully tucking it into his bag too.

For
the first time since Olliander Shkma was taken in over a year and a
half ago, Obi-Wan was going to go on a mission with his master, with
Qui-Gon out into the stars and he was nervous but also excited and
uncertain and just…

So
many emotions.

Valentine
said that was okay, to feel all these things but he had to work on
not letting them consume him.

Feeling
was healthy, expressing emotion was healthy but it was less healthy
to let them eat him up and make him stop moving forward or let them
freeze him in his tracks at important moments. Bottling them up was
also unhealthy.

Obi-Wan
would like to say he’s come a long way, being able to talk with
Valentine and Qui-Gon about all the things that happened to him,
finding outlets for his emotions like drawing and Qui-Gon had also
gotten him into wood carving of all things.

The
first feeble attempt Obi-Wan had done of a tooka had ended up looking
more like a deformed
malastrian
bear and
yet Qui-Gon had looked so proud of it and had it displayed on the
main shelf in the living room, proudly showing it off to any master
or knight that came to their quarters.

It
was embarrassing… but also nice.

“Are
you ready Obi-Wan?”

‘Talk
about the sun and he appears.’ Obi-Wan thought in amusement before
turning and smiling at the proud looking master standing in the
doorway with his bag slung over one shoulder and a warm smile on his
weathered face and his eyes wrinkled up with his smile.

So
many surgeries, so much treatment, so many mistakes and mishaps and
therapy hours and finally
Obi-Wan could see the light at the end of the tunnel, that he could
finally be a Jedi. Could see the wounds Shkma left finally heal and
scar over.

Still
painful, still there and stiff but finally, finally
healing enough for him to move forward.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan picked up his bag and slung it over his back, ignoring how
that prickled at some of his deeper scars. “I’m ready Master.”
Obi-Wan moved out of his room to stand beside the other.

Smile
growing, Qui-Gon gently brushed the back of his knuckles over
Obi-Wan’s slightly scruffy cheek. “You’ve come so far Obi-Wan,”
He whispered in a softly fond tone that had Obi-Wan flushing even as
he smiled up at the tall man. “Come along my boy, lets us see what
our mission brings.” Qui-Gon settled his arm around Obi-Wan’s
shoulder, both of them heading for the door to put on their boots and
greet their life as a proper Jedi master and apprentice pair.

What is going to happen now that Obi (I assume) is temple bound in Break ABarrier?

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Pacing
back and forth in the apartment, Obi-Wan kept excitedly looking at
the door only to grumble and go back to pacing back and forth as
Anakin watched him in obvious amusement with a warm cup of hot
chocolate in hand, courtesy of 3CPO.

He
had of course tried to have Obi-Wan sit and drink some tea, some
decaffeinated tea that is, but it was a moot point.

Obi-Wan
was too excited and restless, too much to meditate and therefor too
much to sit and drink tea so pacing it was, moving meditation even
though he broke it often to look to the door because he thought he
felt Padme arrive.

Giving
up, Anakin instead opted to fondly watch Obi-Wan and letting his eyes
linger on the others stomach where their new treasure rested.

It
was much too early of course to be able to tell anything
about what was in there.

The
blood test confirmed Obi-Wan was pregnant and that was all, it was no
more than two weeks since the heat and who knew which day it took so
yeah, that fetus in there was no more than a week and a half if even
that.

So
they would have to wait to see what came of it.

For
a moment Anakin’s hand tightened on his mug as he considered the
idea of miscarriage but he quickly wiped that out of his mind.

Healers,
the healers would keep good tabs on Obi-Wan.

Padme
would look after Obi-Wan.

Breathing
out through his nose, Anakin sent Obi-Wan a reassuring smile as the
other paused to look at him, obviously having felt the minor moment
of panic Anakin had. “What
are you going to do now that you won’t be in the war effort?” He
decided to ask.

As
much to distract himself as Obi-Wan honestly.

The
other stopped outright, blinking owlishly at Anakin before snorting
deeply, sending a sinking sensation through the blond. “I’m not
out of the war effort, I just won’t be on the front line.”
Obi-Wan sniffed, moving to the couch to sit down.

Relief
zinged through his veins like the nectar of the gods, wrapping one
arm around Obi-Wan while keeping a hold on his mug. “Oh? You’ve
considered what you’re going to be doing?” He asked quietly
instead, taking a small sip of his spiced chocolate.

Tucking
into Anakin’s chest, Obi-Wan nodded. “I can still review
information and battle strategies, try to get a lead on whoever is
really in charge of the whole operation.” Obi-Wan sighed deeply,
rubbing his hand over his beard.

Pressing
a kiss to the others temple, Anakin considered that, smiling
slightly.

It
was a safe thing to do, it would most likely keep Obi-Wan on
Coruscant, far away from the battles that roamed the galaxy and all
Anakin would have to do was to keep the CIS away from Coruscant. ‘I
can do that, I can keep him safe. Padme and me can keep them safe.’
He smiled brightly before both turned to the door when it rang, Padme
stepping in with a surprised look on her face.

Obi-Wan
bounced to his feet and rushed to her side, beaming in tentative hope
for how she would, take the information.

‘Has
he always been this endearing?’ Anakin set his cup down, smiling
slightly while standing too. ‘He must have, Force, my darling
omega, how I love you.’

()()()

The
mood in the council chamber was gloomy, each council member in deep
thought as some stared at the empty chair among them.

“…Will
it harm him?” Depa finally whispered.

Jaw
muscle jumping, Mace pressed his hands together. “I don’t know. I
don’t sense anything dark but who knows.” He tacked on equally
quiet.

Eeth,
his head in his hands, let out a bitter laugh that made them all
wince. “We know nothing, for all we know it could be natural, he
could just be that lucky or unlucky depending on who you ask.” He
stated in a dry tone of voice though clearly he did not believe his
own words, a tinge of desperation tacked to it that had them all
exchanging looks.

“Maybe
we could have the soul healers do their own searching?” Evan stated
thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.

“A
child is a blessing, why would such a thing be in a Sith’s ritual?”
Ka-Adi asked.

It
was a question that had been rehashed several time and they had no
answer yet.

Not
even Yoda, who had been gripping his cane with his eyes closed, ears
twitching as he listened to the Force.

They
just didn’t know and they did not want to intrude on Obi-Wan’s
happiness with his mates with their news.

“…We
will have to be discrete,” Mace sat up, looking at everyone
seriously, his face more dour than ever. “Obi-Wan was happy
once the news sunk in. He wants
this child. If it is unharmful we will say nothing, for once let him
be happy.” He stated severely in a heavy tone.

One
by one, they all nodded, all of them aware of all Obi-Wan had sacrificed
and been hurt.

For
once they wanted him to have that happiness as long as the child was
truly nothing more than that, a child even if the origin was
questionable.

Someone is trying to Assassinate Obi-Wan! Cue overprotective Anakin and Ashoka!

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Hurrying
down the ramp with as long steps as he could take with his padawan
following
as quickly as she could without outright running, Anakin felt his
stomach drop at the sight of his master even though Obi-Wan was
smiling with
Commander Cody beside him.

Because
Obi-Wan’s face was bruised, he had a black
eye,
a split lip and his right arm was in a bright orange sling.

“What
happened?” Anakin cut in before Obi-Wan could open his mouth to
greet them, reaching out to touch but hesitating a millimeter from
the others face, uncertain if he could touch at all when the other
looked messed up.

“Oh
just an assassin, you know how things are now a days, unfortunately
that ambush had us lose a lot of supplies so you all arrived in good
time.”
Obi-Wan chuckled, smiling slightly. Cody
grimaced heavily, his helmet being clenched slightly under his arm as
he gave Rex a nod as the captain caught up to the Jedi.

However
Anakin and Ahsoka was focusing on the former part of that sentence.
“An assassin?” Ahsoka yipped, stepping in closer with wide eyes
as Helix ran past, catching Kix and shaking the man while hissing
something before both medics disappeared into the shuttle.

If
Anakin was to take a guess, they were fetching supplies for Obi-Wan
and whoever else got caught as collateral damage.

Anakin
hoped there were none but you never knew as
he focused on Obi-Wan’s answer. “Yes, it seems there’s a
contract on my head so I have a clawdite assassin after me.” He
explained with a small shrug that got a hiss out of the redhead.

Clearly
more injuries under the tunics. However Anakin focused on what the
man said. “A clawdite? Like Sam Wesell?” He questioned sharply
before looking around the camp as wind picked up on sand to blow them
in the face as Obi-Wan nodded with a soft hum. “You have a karking
shape shifting assassin on your trail?” He growled deeply at that,
unhappy the other hadn’t told him about this before
Anakin had arrived.

“It
is a good thing the troopers are so closely knit together that they’d
notice something amiss,” Obi-Wan said cheerfully, prompting Anakin
to look back to him. “Commander Cody has taken some precautions you
see. No one goes anywhere alone, all groups are to be of three men or
more and anyone who is out of vision for longer than five minutes are
set in quarantine until identities are certain.” Obi-Wan explained.

Nodding
in satisfaction, Anakin smiled at Cody. “Good work, clawdites are
slimy bastards when they’re working these kinds of jobs and if its
an assassin they won’t think twice of killing someone to
impersonate them.” He tacked on, impressed by the others
forethought.

Then
he carefully brushed his fingertips to Obi-Wan’s sling covered arm,
grimacing as he felt bandage stiffness from under the cloth which
meant that Helix had braced it and that
meant
that there was either a break or fracture in there.

“General!
You’re coming with us!” Helix was suddenly there, appearing so
silently he had all five of them jumping as he manhandled Obi-Wan
with his hands on the Jedi’s shoulders, pushing him towards the
medtent with Kix coming up the rear with a box full of supplies under
his arm. “Chop, chop General!” He snapped as he pushed Obi-Wan.

Laughing,
Obi-Wan allowed the manhandling. “As you order Helix, I’d regret
upsetting you so I’ll be an obedient Jedi.” He said in what was a
teasing tone which only had Helix growling as the fellow redhead
continued pushing the Jedi into the tent.

Following,
Ahsoka and Anakin traded long glances before nodding as they set up
as guards outside the tent.

Assassin
better not be coming around while they were there or they’d show
the karking sleemo why you shouldn’t mess with this
lineage.

hi moddy; I’m reading our collar your neck and I have a question. The clones call Obi-wan Tal Sarad. But I haven’t read what that means. What DOES it mean? Is it a cut nick name or something much more personal? Just a question. Thanks for the addicting fics.

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Laying
curled up into Helix with his head resting on the man’s chest was
proving to be a comforting experience as the medics capable hands
were slowly rubbing up and down his back, staying away from Obi-Wan’s
nape. Clone’s ran a few degrees hotter than Obi-Wan himself did and
it was just extremely comforting really as he laid and soaked it in
after the experience he had, still feeling Tup’s phantom hands
around his neck, throttling him as Fives desperately tried to pull
his vod away when he realized the situation had gone to osik and
knock Tup out.

Not
to mention getting them into some decency with at least a little bit
of clothes and getting Obi-Wan and Tup to any of the medics for help
as he had a coughing and wheezing Jedi and a knocked out homicidal
brother on his hands.

Heading
back to Coruscant to inform the council about the situation with the
biochips and Tup’s attack was proving to be a bit stressing however
with everyone fussing over him, so Obi-Wan had sought refugee in the
quiet,
sterile medbay
where Helix had quickly gone from surprised to understanding, smiling
softly as he pulled his fellow redhead towards
a
bed to cuddle, armor settled aside on
a chair as he curled up.

A
warm and loving place without any stress or questions, Helix
pleasant choice in soap smell in his nose as he laid as close to the
man as humanly possible.

“How
you feel Tal Sarad?” Helix murmured, his chest rumbling beneath
Obi-Wan’s ear.

Shifting
a bit so he could look at the other, Obi-Wan shrugged slightly.
“Better, a bit sore but alright,” He sighed as he peered up at
the other, playing with the front of Helix uniform. “You know, I
never asked where that name came from, why Blood flower?” He
blinked at the medic.

It
was clearly a subject changer and by the look on Helix face, he knew
it. But he still obliged Obi-Wan as he teased the long strands of
hair that were laying loose all around Obi-Wan. “Well, your hair
was the basis of the Tal and you’re beautiful like a Sarad. So our
Tal Sarad, our blood flower. Beautiful and unique,” Helix explained
before chuckling when Obi-Wan flushed and hid in his chest. “Plus
every time we call you beautiful or pretty you blush so deeply,
you’re so kriffing cute, I could just spend hours looking at you.”
Helix murmured fondly as he slid his hand under Obi-Wan’s cheek to
pull him from hiding in the chest and pull him up to kiss.

Mewling
faintly into the kiss, Obi-Wan pushed up into Helix before pulling
away, flush still in his cheek sand a small grin on his face. “You’re
too kind to me. I swear you guys always know how to make my heart
beat.” He huffed happily before shifting when the door to the
medbay slid open to admit Cody.

The
commander glanced around before zeroing in on them and smirking when
he saw how snuggled up they were. “So this is where you’re hiding
sweetheart, I was wondering but it is good to see you relaxing for
once.” He noted as he walked over, settling on the edge of the bed
to tease Obi-Wan’s long hair and start braiding, beads being pulled
out from one of his belt pouches to be braided in.

Smiling
up at him, Obi-Wan shrugged. “It’s always quiet in the medbay and
Helix has soft hands.” Obi-Wan tilted his head a bit to allow Cody
easier access.

Smirking,
Helix wiggled his fingers at them. “Hand lotion does miracles on
the skin, plus I’m trained as a medic foremost, soldier secondary
which means that I’ve avoided certain calluses and rough skin.”
The man teased his commander and lover.

Snorting
a bit, Obi-Wan smiled at the medic, rubbing his fingertips on the
others chest.

“You
still need to come to the bridge soon and make an appearance at
least,” Cody
hummed as he continued braiding steadily. “Which is why I’m
making you presentable though I’m not sure I have enough beads, hey
Helix do you hav-oh thank you.” Cody smirked as the medic instantly
picked out his belt from the armor pile and handed it over.

Smiling
into Helix chest as Cody dug out the beads from Helix belt pouch and
continued braiding and the medic continued rubbing along Obi-Wan’s
spine, Obi-Wan sighed happily.

Things
were going to become really complicated and things had gone to
shit.

But
Obi-Wan still had his lovers, gentle hands and soft touches.

How
he adored them.

These
perfect men. ‘We need to get those biochips out of them, we need to
get this war over and get them safe from the Senate and anyone who
would abuse them, get them the freedom they deserved from the get
go.’ He nuzzled slowly against the chest but stopped when that
caused him to pull on the hair Cody was braiding.

“Hey,
keep still Tal Sarad, I don’t want to pull out any of your
beautiful hair after all cyare, that would be a travesty.” Cody
grunted as he continued working while Helix playfully tweaked
Obi-Wan’s nose.

Wiggling
a bit, Obi-Wan sniggered softly. “It’s just hair, I can grow it
out again like I did the first time you know.” He pointed out,
feeling at ease and comfortable for the first time since Tup’s
fingers and hands had gone around his neck to squeeze the air from
his lungs.

Being
helpless with his troopers was safe, he was safe
with them.

Cody
tied off the last braid and leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to
Obi-Wan’s lips before shifting off the bed and offering his hands
to him. “Come along General, duty calls and there are lovers to
assure.” He smirked teasingly when Obi-Wan pouted.

“Aw,
let him stay, I was getting so comfortable having him all to myself.”
Helix sniggered quietly, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan before
outright barking loudly with laughter as Cody wrapped his own arms
around Obi-Wan and lifted him from the bed bridal style, smirking in
return at the medic.

“Nope,
our pretty flower is coming with me, the others are making such a
fuss so its time to reassure them now that Obi-Wan is calm.” Cody
turned and headed for the door with a wiggling Obi-Wan.

Giving
in, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around the others neck. “But I was so
waaaarm.” He couldn’t help but complain, pouting at his lover as
he was carried.

“Don’t
worry, we’ll keep you warm any time you want lover.”

Those
words had Obi-Wan blushing softly in pleasure, smiling softly as he
settled his head on Cody’s shoulder.

He
blushed even harder as his men called out in joyful relief when they
saw him, all smiles and joy.

Oooh! Well he’s not going to have to leave and go back to the war now, I guess. They’re not going to let him fight like that. But Anakin will still have to. Will he be missed dearly? And are Padmé and Obi-Wan going to have to deal with early pregnancy symptoms on their own?

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Pressing
his hand to his still flat stomach as he took in the implications of
the positive test, Obi-Wan stared at the wall blankly. He didn’t
have a six pack anymore, he wasn’t a young man by any means and
maybe he should be training more but there was also organs in there
that meant he had a little bit of a pouch going on.

He
wasn’t vain about that though.

Obi-Wan
knew he looked decent but now he knew he also had a baby in there.

Two?

Maybe?

He
wasn’t sure, he hadn’t really looked up any information on the
Kenobi clan on Stewjon, if there even was a Kenobi clan.

Sometimes
kids who came to the temple got new last names if they came from
orphanages or were taken from abusive parents so who knew if Kenobi
was the name of his birth parents really and Obi-Wan’s mind was
spiraling, focusing on inconsequential things.

He
needed to think about the situation.

He
was pregnant.

He,
an older omega from his first mating, the claiming mating, was
knocked up without any fertility treatment after going through a
withdrawal heat before that.

It
should be virtually impossible for him to become pregnant based on
that and suddenly Obi-Wan couldn’t help but remember the condoms
Padme had dragged out only to be distracted from when Obi-Wan had
dragged her into a kiss.

The
condoms that had never gotten a use.

‘Whelp,
maybe we should have taken them in use after all, kaaark. I’m
pregnant in the middle of a war, I’m going to be waddling around in
the middle of a war!’ He took a deep shuddering breath of the
sterilized air of the Hall room.

And
then his mind went still at a thought.

He
could abort the baby.

Fear
jagged through Obi-Wan at that and he wrestled with it as he gripped
the fabric of his tunic around the stomach.

It
was an option but… Obi-Wan didn’t want to.

He
was an older
omega.

He
would only have so many years left of fertility, of that he knew for
sure and this… this may actually be his only chance despite it all
to have either of his mates children. Padme had a minor chance of
becoming pregnant he knew, alpha females were less fertile than their
beta and omega counterparts but it happened but Obi-Wan knew she had
more years than him to at least try.

‘Is
it wrong that I want this baby?’ He thought to himself as he
glanced around the sterile while room as the healer continued tapping
away at the terminal as they waited.

Mace
had stepped out to call for Anakin, the only one of his mates in the
temple and to give Obi-Wan some space while the healer had settled
down to update Obi-Wan’s profile and to start on the required
paperwork.

Because
as a pregnant omega Obi-Wan was not
going back out into war.

He
was going to stay on Coruscant, safe and sound with Padme.

Heart
sinking even as the door snapped open to reveal Anakin, Obi-Wan
smiled shakily at the wide eyed alpha stepping in, Anakin’s cheeks
flushed and his chest falling and rising quickly as he had clearly
run all the way to the Halls.  

He
wouldn’t be able to stay with Anakin, Anakin would be shipped out
without Obi-Wan.

“Is
it true? Are you…” Anakin stepped over, his boots clicking on the
floor as he closed the distance and looked to the healer with large
blue eyes.

Nodding,
the healer sat back in her
chair. “Yes Knight Skywalker, Master Kenobi is for sure pregnant as
a more in-dept
test confirms and
as long as the pregnancy is not terminated it will remain a healthy
one if we take care of it. It is of course too early to be able to tell anything yet but
give it a few more weeks and we can do additional tests.” She
turned back.

Anakin
however was staring at Obi-Wan. “…Terminated?” He whispered,
his tone choked.

Lifting
his hands, Obi-Wan sighed. “I’m not going to… this is my baby.”
Obi-Wan murmured quietly in an assuring tone which instantly had
Anakin’s shoulders dropping in relief before he stepped closer and
pressed his flesh hand to Obi-Wan’s stomach, smiling a bit.

Huffing
softly, Obi-Wan rested his cheek on Anakin’s chest.

He
had no idea how and he frankly didn’t care because this was his
baby.

His
and his mates and that sent a ticklish feeling of joy in all the
darkness through Obi-Wan’s spine as he rubbed his cheek on Anakin’s
black tabards with the blonds hand gently rubbing his stomach where
what a mass of cells would develop into a human was safely suited.

Therefore
Obi-Wan missed Mace troubled dark eyes as he watched them before the
master of the order marched away to inform the rest of the council as
the healer brought their attention on her once more for information
and transferring them to a prenatal trained healer.

For
now, Obi-Wan was happily unaware of any meddling done to create the
baby inside of him as he joyfully waited to be able to leave to
inform Padme in person.

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Rubbing
his face with a
cold hand as the wind swept his growing hair around and tussled it,
Obi-Wan sighed deeply in frustration. “Qui-Gon, I’m not sure
about this. Messing with the past…” He murmured quietly and
honestly this was an old and mostly useless arguments considering
they had spent years in the past now.

But
Obi-Wan would not be himself if he did not worry.

And
Qui-Gon would always answer him anyhow.

Humming
faintly as he observed the holo
map he had activated on the hood of their rented skycar,
Qui-Gon shrugged. “I know, but we both know that what is at stake,
what he needs… All
will be as the Force wills it my Obi-Wan.”
He murmured equally quiet.

When
the two had woken up in the past, laying in the green grass on a
planet together as if the years had not passed, neither had been sure
what to make of it as they took in the fact that Qui-Gon was alive
and the two seemed to be around the same age.

At
first they had thought to contact the Jedi order only for the Force
to pull them back, as if going, ‘wait, listen’ at them.

And
they had done that even as they managed to get a trip to Coruscant to
at least scope out the situation and see from the capitol what was
going on only to discover why they could not contact the Jedi Order.

Because
there was already a Qui-Gon Jinn and there was already an Obi-Wan
Kenobi.

A
younger Obi-Wan Kenobi.

For
two long months the two had tried to figure out what to do while
taking different small jobs in the slums of Coruscant, dock works and
the likes as they saved up credit and lived in a small room that
barely had a fresher or a kitchenette with working power.

Obi-Wan
had contemplated the idea of just slaughtering Palpatine he had to
admit only for Qui-Gon to shoot down that idea.

They
knew about Palpatine but they had no idea about the man’s master,
only that at some point after the Naboo invasion that the person was
at least dead.

So
they had done the next best thing.

They
had gone to look for Anakin and his mother on Tatooine.

And
they had found them only to find that their appearance in the past
had done something to the time stream as Shmi and Watto died at the
hands of of a sandstorm that ripped up most of Mos Espa, leaving one
orphaned slave boy of the tender age of five.

As
Anakin once had said during a failed mission, e chu ta.

So
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had taken the boy in and let him cry in their
spacer leathers, taking him with them out into the stars and
promising him to show him every one they could.

“Still,
being on Naboo when Palpatine is here makes me uneasy.” Obi-Wan
glanced about, checking on Anakin as the boy splashed his hands in
the water still and tried to touch the fishes by being too excited,
his
black leggings rolled up to his knees and his boots and socks
abandoned on the shore around the lake.
He was worried the man would notice Anakin, the boy shone so
brightly.

Turning
from the map, Qui-Gon cupped Obi-Wan’s scruffy cheek with a soft
smile. “Love, you’ll make yourself sick with worry. Please, we
are leaving in a day and we’re staying out here for now with Anakin
to explore the forest and country side.” He murmured, leaning in a
bit to gently press a chaste kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips before rubbing
there noses together in an affectionate manner.

Reluctantly
smiling at the endearment and kiss, Obi-Wan opened his mouth to
answer only to be cut off by a squeal.

“DAD!”
Anakin yelped in excitement, racing towards them on
bare feet in the mud and grass.

Instantly
both turned to Anakin only to glance at each other in surprise that
turned to bemusement as Anakin stopped and looked between them before
giggling and showing them the fish he had cupped in his hands. “I
mean Dad Qui but you can see too Dad Obi.” He beamed brightly up at
them, air whistling through the little tooth gap he had.

Kneeling
down slowly, Qui-Gon chuckled warmly as he observed the little fish
in Anakin’s hands desperately
flapping his tail as the water dripped out drop by drop. “Well done
in
catching the fish
Anakin but you should put that little guy back in
the water,” Qui-Gon explained gently, chuckling a bit louder when
Anakin pouted in confusion.
“He needs water to breath just as we need air, you
don’t want him to be hurt or die after all.”
The man explained
softly, stroking Anakin’s hair as the boy turned from excited to
nervous.

Nodding
hurriedly,
Anakin raced back to the lake edge, leaving
the adults behind as he made sure the fish was alright.

“…That
was…” Obi-Wan huffed out air. Anakin had once called Obi-Wan the
closets to a father but back than it hadn’t felt right.

Now
however…

Obi-Wan
could still feel his heart fluttering.

Standing
slowly, his knees snapping, Qui-Gon smiled warmly at him and slid his
arm around Obi-Wan’s waist. “Dad and dad will become a bit
confusing I imagine,” He said thoughtfully. “Guess we’ll have
to teach him new words for us… papa perhaps? You would fit as dad
with me as papa?” He teased tenderly, his smile growing when
Obi-Wan cheeks flushed a deeper red.

“…Papa
Qui and Daddy Obi huh?” Obi-Wan whispered in turn, biting his
bottom lip. “That could work…” He mused, pretending not to
notice Qui-Gon’s grasp tightening on him or the adoration filling
the Force as he slid his arm around Qui-Gon’s waist in turn while
resting his head on the taller man’s shoulder, green eyes focused
on Anakin. “Yes, that would work quite nicely I bet.”