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I love Mando’a-speaking Obi-wan So Much, like, I live for that shit. Would you be up for writing more? Maybe Obi-wan telling the clones where he learned it and why? (Also, BLESS you Moddy, for all your wonderful stories! Thank you <3)

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Letting
out a deep breath through his nose as he woke up, Obi-Wan slowly
opened his eyes to stare at the sterile ceiling of the medbay of the
Negotiator as he struggled to remember for a long moment just how he
had gotten there.

Last
thing he remembered…

Green
eyes flew wide and he sat up so quickly his head started spinning and
he hissed loudly while raising a hand to his head, his gaze blurry
but his ears functioning fine as there were several surprised cries
and one loud curse before hands pushed him down into the bed again.

It
could have been seconds or minutes later, someone fussing over him
but finally Obi-Wan’s vision cleared up to allow him to stare up at
helmetless
Helix,
Bandaid and Cody leaning over him, all of them sporting the same
worried lines in their face that cleared up when Obi-Wan managed a
meek smile. “General.” Cody breathed out in greeting.

Humming
faintly, Obi-Wan raised a hand in greeting, taking note of the IV
attached to it absently. It had been taped all the way around so he
must have tugged it out at some point to where Helix had just
outright taped all around to keep it in. “Commander, I’d sit up
to greet you all but I’m afraid I’m rather dizzy.” He murmured,
his mouth dry as a desert in the middle of the day. Absently
Obi-Wan also noticed he was no longer in his tunics or leggings but
what must be one of the almost flimsi thin faux cotton gowns the
medbays were equipped with.

All
three relaxed at
his answer luckily,
Helix reaching for a lidded cup with a straw in on the bedside table
attached to the bed Obi-Wan was in. “That’s completely
understandable
sir, you’re suffering from blood loss still and still dealing with
the after effect of your concussion.” He answered while tilting the
straw to Obi-Wan’s lips.

Eagerly
draining as much as Helix allowed him from the somewhat sweet liquid
in the cup, Obi-Wan mulled over that before turning his head to look
around the medbay as best he could without sitting up.

Several
beds were filled around him, troopers in
various stages of bandages and recovery phases watching
him in return and giving him waves or
warm smiles when
they noticed him looking at
them.
Honestly there were more filled beds than he expected after
that karking ambush and
honestly that relieved Obi-Wan.

Filled
beds meant injured but not dead.

It
meant they escaped from that ambush and
could live to tell the tale.

Smiling
in return, Obi-Wan relaxed slowly under
the blanket of the medbed, feeling rough fabric around him.
“I imagine you won’t be giving me a situation report just yet
Cody?” Obi-Wan asked quietly in
a knowing tone as he focused back on his commander.

There
was a deep, echoing snort in answer, Cody crossing his arms over his
chest. “Sir, with all due respect, the last thing you need in this
moment is more stress and I’m not going to add that while you’re
recovering.” He said in a tightly controlled tone.

Puzzled,
Obi-Wan blinked at the other man, trying to rack
out why Cody sounded so off from his norma-his eyes widened in
realization.

Cody’s
voice sounded off to him because Cody had been scared, Obi-Wan had
scared him and a glance around confirmed that Cody wasn’t the only
one watching him, Helix was even triple checking Obi-Wan’s
readouts, his eyes flickering obsessively over the information.

Breathing
out, Obi-Wan smiled softly. “…I apologize if I scared anyone, it
was not my intention.” He murmured quietly.

For
one moment Cody seemed to hold his breath before his shoulders
slumped, sitting down on a stool beside Obi-Wan’s bed. “Well,
forgive me sir but you started talking in another language without
realizing it, it was a cause of concern. Helix suspected brain damage
from swelling or potential oxygen starvation from blood loss.” He
explained while settling his elbows on the bed.

Humming
faintly, Obi-Wan nodded in understanding, instantly regretting it as
he felt a spike of a headache go through him. Okay so no moving his
head just yet.

“Though
about that, I had no idea you knew Mando’a sir.” Cody asked
curiously.

Chortling
quietly, Obi-Wan wiggled a hand in answer. “Well I spent a year as
a padawan on Mandalore during a mission with my master you see, that
is where I meet Duchess Satine and to be honest, a year on a planet
running around with someone native, you end up picking up more than
just a basic grasp of language with nothing else to really do. The
duchess was also bored and decided that teaching me was for the best
in case we got separated and me or my master needed to blend in, a
core accent like min is rather… distinct.” He winked at Cody.

He
got an owlish look in return before Cody snorted loudly. “Of course
you learned a language because you were bored at first, honestly
General, that doesn’t even surprise me.” He chuckled softly,
echoed by a few of the vode around.

Smirking
wryly, Obi-Wan shrugged. “To be fair, as a padawan I wasn’t as
good with language as I am now. It may be easier to learn when one is
young but the patience for it is not always there.” Obi-Wan hummed
as he threw his mind back to those days, running with Satine and
Qui-Gon, hiding and finding safe places to stay for as long as they
could.

Not
to mention Satine constantly baiting him in the beginning heh.

He
missed those days, simpler times.

But
more than anything he missed Qui-Gon’s warmth and guiding presence,
he missed arguing with the old gundark.

‘But…’
He paused in his reminiscence, looking at Cody with a softer smile.
‘I wouldn’t trade my men for anything in this galaxy.’

“By
the way General, we’re holding you to those language lessons.”
Cody smirked at him, gently bumping his hand against Obi-Wan’s in a
camaraderie touch of comfort.

Relaxing
back into the sheets, Obi-Wan hummed as his chest filled with warm
affection. “Looking forward to it Commander.”

Young Anakin is tired of ppl trying to flirt with his master! Leave him alone he’s mine!

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Wrapping
himself around his master’s waist with the man raising an absent
hand to pat at his hair as the dim sound of the cantina washed over
them, Anakin glared up at the twi’lek who had come sliding up to
Obi-Wan and offered him a drink with a wide grin.

The
man continued to ignore Anakin however and in any other circumstance
Anakin would admit that the man was very pretty with a nice blue
shaded skin,
black lekku tattoos and a nice beige and brown spacer leather outfit
that obviously had seen some wear and tear but was well mended,
especially the boots that were shiny from polishing.

However
that twi’lek, who Anakin didn’t bother to get the name of, was
flirting
with Anakin’s master.

They
were there for information!

It
had looked like a semi decent cantina, the outside gray and black
with blue neon signs covering it and exclaiming the name of the
establishment, the prancing taun-taun. The inside had had a worn down
interior with gray durasteel tables and chair and fake wood for a bar
where several bartenders of different races waked and tended to the
patrons.

Obi-Wan
had only gone into the cantina for information really and had decided
they could grab something to wet their throats with at the same time
since it was a hot day. ‘But of course some bastard sees it as an
opportunity, they always do.’ Anakin thought bitterly as he pressed
himself more tightly into Obi-Wan.

Anakin
didn’t like it.

Actually
he hated it when others flirted with Obi-Wan though he wasn’t quite
sure why,
he knew that it wasn’t anything serious, especially not outside of
the order and Obi-Wan would never leave Anakin alone in whatever
lodgings they had but there was something severely uncomfortable when
strangers slid up to Obi-Wan, leaned into his space and tried to gain
his favor.

‘Or
more like get him into bed.’ Anakin thought with disgust as he
stuck his hand into Obi-Wan’s belt loop and held onto it. He could
practically taste
the lust coming off the twi’lek, whose name he hadn’t bothered to
remember when the other introduced himself, the man’s lekkus
twitching in excitement with his eyes eagerly flickering over
Obi-Wan’s face and body.

Though
Anakin was somewhat delighted when the twi’lek would flinch every
time he meet Anakin’s glaring blue eyes with
his own washed out gray.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t
be
attracted to this man could he?

He
was sleazy, he was talking himself up and clearly
lying
by
presenting himself as some big shot captain of a grand ship even if
his boots were polished, he had been leering at Obi-Wan the entire
time and eyeing him up and down like he was an exquisite dish and not
a sentient human and Anakin did not
like that.

He
had seen too many slavers eye slaves that way and he did not like his
master being looked at that way.

Unfortunately
that happened more often than Anakin liked to count, Obi-Wan was
young, elegant looking, mysterious in his Jedi garb to those outside
the order, cultured and a redhead which was a feature many people
enjoyed in the galaxy.

Finally
Anakin had enough and he tugged harshly on Obi-Wan’s belt, looking
up at the other man with wide eyes when the other looked down at him
with the start of a frown on his brows. “Anakin, what’s wrong?”
He asked in a semi scolding tone.

Swallowing,
forcing his eyes at tearing up as he learned long ago how to do when
he was still a slave at Gardulla’s side, Anakin sniffled. “My
stomach hurts master.” He whispered in a meek tone to make himself
seem as miserable as possible, noticing from the corner of his eye
that the twi’lek had a look of displeasure on his face now.

Obi-Wan’s
face however transformed instantly from annoyed to concern, his hand
settling on the blond’s forehead. “You are a little hot…” He
murmured quietly before nodding and giving the twi’lek a smile.
“Apologies, we will have to cut this short Captain Auror, maybe
another time.” Obi-Wan settled on before guiding Anakin
towards the entrance with his hand settling on Anakin’s upper back
in support as he murmured about getting Anakin some mild stomach
soothing tonic or a tea.

The
tea actually sounded good right about now, Anakin was really thirsty.

Just
as they were about to step out, Anakin glanced back at the twi’lek
to see him staring at Obi-Wan’s back in displeasure while clenching
his hand on his drink and with a smirk, Anakin stuck his tongue out
at the man before disappearing out.

He
had to bite in a laugh as he heard a loud smack of what sounded like
a glass being slammed down.

Victory
for Skywalker, random
galaxy sleaze lose,
fifty four to zero!

TherapyNubby: Playing with Nubby helps Anakin and Obi-Wan get to know each other?

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Throwing
the ball, Anakin laughed as Nubby instantly shot of after it, barking
happily as he did. Beside him, sitting on the grass as the boy stood
to be able to throw further, Obi-Wan smiled slightly while sitting on
the grass and watching his pupper race after his toy, simple joy
filling the Force.

Ever
since he meet Anakin in the gardens, the boy had started appearing
around Obi-Wan’s general walk time with Nubby, the dog needing
regular exercise and also bathroom breaks in the grass which the
gardeners luckily didn’t mind as long as Obi-Wan cleaned up the dog
poop.

It
had been quite the interesting experience to use a bag to pick up
poop but frankly, Obi-Wan didn’t mind since it meant that Nubby got
to enjoy the grass.

Anakin
however seemed to get joy out of getting to play with Nubby, bringing
him joy and if Obi-Wan could judge, some kind of peace.

‘Force
knows being Qui-Gon Jinn’s padawan isn’t easy.’ Obi-Wan mused
to himself before humming curiously when Anakin peered at him. “Yes
Anakin?” He prompted carefully, resting his arms on his raised
knees.

“I
was just curious, does Nubby always wear the harness?” Anakin
blinked at him before grinning and accepting the slobber covered ball
from Nubby, cooing at him before throwing the ball again and giving
his attention back to Obi-Wan.

Snorting
deeply, Obi-Wan shook his head. “No, that wouldn’t be good for
him. No he wears it when we’re outside of our quarters and when
we’re doing therapy,” He explained, waving a hand a bit. “You
see, Nubby needs to keep his hind legs strong and in my quarters, I
have areas of the floor padded for him to play or lay on, when inside
the quarters, I remove the harness and
he wiggles around and flops around as he wants, crawls up on the
couch or follows me around on his hind legs as best he can.”
Obi-Wan explained with a soft chuckle.

Nodding
slowly in understanding, Anakin flopped down on his ass as Nubby came
barreling back, instantly crashing into the teens chest and dropping
the ball in his lap, wuffling and nuzzling into his chest. Laughing
joyfully, Anakin started rubbing at Nubby’s ears and chin, leaning
back as the long pink tongue came out to lick him in the face. “Nubby
no!” He giggled, pushing the dog away.

Snorting,
Nubby turned his attention on Obi-Wan instead, licking at his face
which caused the redhead to lift his head a bit and pull his lips in
tightly together so the other could just get his kisses done.

Anakin
watched with a grin. “What about in therapy?” He asked curiously,
remembering that Obi-Wan had said that Nubby didn’t wear a harness
then.

Pushing
Nubby a bit away via his harness, Obi-Wan wiped his face with his
sleeve. “Well I take it off cause most of the time, Nubby’s
therapy is in a pool, he swims around with a little floating vest and
he paddles around with his legs.” Obi-Wan hummed then chuckled when
Nubby flopped down on the grass and rolled on his back. “Nubs wants
belly rubs I see.” He teased and instantly settled his hands in,
scratching and rubbing at the pink and white belly.

The
tail thumped like a whirlwind, Nubby panting happily as he flailed
his legs in the air.

Grinning,
the two watched as Nubby enjoyed the attention.

“…He’s
a therapy dog, isn’t he?”

Freezing
at the question, Obi-Wan stared down at Nubby, the dog whining in
reply only to go back to wagging as Obi-Wan rubbed at his belly
again, though more slowly. “What makes you say that?”

Clearly
Anakin hesitated, recognizing that this was perhaps a sensitive
question. “…Nubby doesn’t bark and he has that harness I saw
you take off him once, the yellow one. I looked up common dog
behavior on the holonet and… well Nubby is trained a lot better
than them.” He explained slowly before biting his lips.

Sighing
deeply, Obi-Wan stared down at Nubby before nodding, turning his head
to Anakin. “Yes, Nubby is a therapy dog. Technically Master’s and
Knight’s are allowed to keep pets and by stipulation of a master, a
padawan could potentially have one too… but Nubby is… special.”
He breathed out heavily. Sensing
the mood change, Nubby shifted and rolled back on his belly to flop
his head in Obi-Wan’s lap instead, quietly staring up at him with
large expressive eyes.

The
blond seemed to be looking for words or maybe courage was a better
word as they both knew what the others question would be. “…Is it
because of Qui-Gon?” Anakin finally whispered out.

Rubbing
his puppy’s ears slowly while staring down at Nubby, Obi-Wan sighed
deeply. “A bit of it actually, Qui-Gon can’t claim he’s
innocent to why the healers thought I should have him trained as a
therapy dog but… there’s more to it than just Qui-Gon too, the
galaxy isn’t always kind to Jedi.” Obi-Wan explained.

Wrapping
his arms around his knees, Anakin nodded mutely and stared out into
the garden, biting his lips.

Neither
said anything for long minutes, simply sitting together and enjoying
Nubby’s quiet comfort.

Ani finds out about Obi’s crush in Obi in Pain.

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Trying
not to smile too brightly when the other Jedi collapsed down on the
couch beside him in his inner beige tunic and leggings only, Anakin
tilted his head in Obi-Wan’s direction as the redhead settled his
head on the blond’s shoulder. “Hey, you okay?” He questioned
worriedly at
the others slumped position against Anakin,
hand twitching in a valiant desire to grasp the others hand resting
so close to the padawan’s own
but Anakin managed to suppress that desire.

Barely
but he had enough self control to not grab it

There
was an answering deep sigh in response, Obi-Wan closing his eyes
while burrowing into his shoulder some more.

He
seemed a bit pale too and for a moment Anakin wondered if the other
had hit his knee against the sink or something while in the fresher.
“Hey…
what’s wrong?” Anakin frowned, raising his hand and rubbing his
fingertips against Obi-Wan’s scalp.

For
a long moment, Obi-Wan said nothing until finally he turned his face
away from the dark fabric to squint at Anakin. “…I need more
fiber in my diet and maybe some dairy.” He finally muttered.

Blinking,
Anakin stared at his crush before his eyes widened in realization.
“O-Oh! You, um… you’re…” He hesitated, coloring a bit.

Cheeks
turning pink under the beard, obvious to Anakin by the tips of
Obi-Wan’s ears being bright red, Obi-Wan nodded into his shoulder.
“Constipated. I hate my medication but if I don’t take it that’s
worse. The side effects are just… ugh, I’m bitching because I’m
misereble basically.” He sulked a bit before curling even more into
Anakin.

Ignoring
his racing heart, Anakin slid his arm around the other and hugged
him. “Well… fresh stuff is suppose to help I’ve heard?” He
noted quietly, glancing towards the kitchenette where Qui-Gon was
making tea and either not hearing or politely ignoring the
conversation. “We could make a fruit salad with nuts in it to help
you? Have it as dessert.” Anakin suggested, hoping that would be
helpful.

Pausing,
curled into Anakin, Obi-Wan thought that over before nodding slowly.
“That actually sounds… good, yeah that sounds like it might help
and if not I…” Obi-Wan paused, now coloring so deeply that his
blush was obvious through the beard. “Force, this can’t be a
subject you really want to talk about, my bodily functions.” He
grumbled in annoyance.

But
Anakin had enough time now to realize the annoyance wasn’t aimed at
him but at Obi-Wan self, at his shame for the medication, at his pain
and at his inability to deal with it on his own as he saw it.

Squeezing
the other, Anakin smiled brightly. “Hey, I don’t mind. Not
really, it isn’t pleasant true but I’m here to help you. I worry
about you.” He tacked on in a softer tone, watching the other.

Obi-Wan
ducked his head at that but Anakin could spot the tiny smile curling
Obi-Wan’s lush lips, the way he shyly bit his bottom lip.

Wait,
shyly?

Staring
at that, Anakin felt a sudden exhilaration that had nothing to do
with how close the other was sitting but everything to do with
Obi-Wan’s reaction to the care and comfort Anakin was offering.

Obi-Wan
had no
reason to be shy with Anakin, he had been to start when the other had
still been young, just a teen really, and offered help but had slowly
gotten over both his embarrassment and his shame over that, his
emotions turning to gratefulness.

But
right now the knight was smiling shyly and pleased into Anakin’s
dark tunic.

‘Because
he likes
that I care, he likes that I’m offering because… because he likes
me.’ Anakin could swear he heard lantern birds singing in the back
of his head with the concord of a thousand angels from Iego.

Because
Obi-Wan liked Anakin!

‘…Whoever
is out there, the Force, Force goddesses, wind gods, tiny spirits of
nature, thank
you for giving me him!’ Anakin cheered even as he was unsure how to
progress with the information he had and fuck, did that mean more
‘how’ to search. ‘Note to self, if I do that, don’t do it in
the Archive, I don’t need to be caught again.’ Anakin thought,
elation filling him as he settled his cheek on top of Obi-Wan’s
fluffy head.

Hello, Moddy!! I was rereading Cultureofslaves (which is awesome), and the sharing food part reminded me that Yaddle sneaks candy into younglings’ pockets. What would Anakin’s reaction to that be?

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Scuttling
around the corner as fast as he could, Anakin shot down the hallway
with a wide grin on his face as he aimed for one particular door as
knights of all races jumped out of his way. They were much too used
to the young Skywalker’s behavior to even bother grumbling and some
of them were honestly amused by it though the stiffer and more rule
oriented ones did make tutting noises of disapproval.

Anakin
didn’t care as he finally reached Obi-Wan’s knight quarters and
knocked on it quickly, waiting for there to be a ‘come in’ call
from somewhere inside before letting himself in with a thumbscan.
“Obi-Wan!” He cried in delight, throwing his boots off as fast as
he could before launching himself at the man rising from the couch.

Obi-Wan
had barely managed to take two steps from it with an amused look on
his scruffy face.

Laughing
in surprise while quickly raising his arms, Obi-Wan caught his
younger lineage brother and gave him a hug. “I see you finally
heard I was back in the temple.” He teased the fourteen year old,
grinning down at the boy as he waddled back to the couch and sat
down,
Anakin settling in his lap as he did back on the Nubian cruiser so many years ago now.

The
teen took the moment to take in the changes, Obi-Wan’s hair now
properly grown out from the awkward padawan cut but the other was
apparently trying for a beard, the scruff still to far off to be
considered dignified, it did make Obi-Wan look older though.

Honestly,
Anakin
was really
getting
much too
big for it really but Obi-Wan was a sucker for his lineage brother
and let him use his lap. “Yup! Qui-Gon told me after breakfast and
I don’t have morning classes,” Anakin beamed brightly before
reaching into his pocket and holding up a handful of candies. “Look
what Master Yaddle gave me!” He beamed.

Chuckling
at that, Obi-Wan eyed the
precious gift of wrapped candies in the others hand. Normally Yaddle
did this for the younger Initiates more than older padawans but
Anakin was a special case ever since the young boy had come racing
after Yaddle after getting candies the first time, eagerly gifting
her sugar crusted insects or maybe it was chocolate?

Obi-Wan
couldn’t remember but unofficially, that made her part of their
little ‘family’ in Anakin’s young mind and the two had kept up
their little sweet gifting since then.

And
honestly, Obi-Wan didn’t mind, out of many masters, Yaddle never
forgot herself.

She
remembered being stuck for ages in that cave, surviving all those
long years alone.

She
understood when fellow knights came home hurt, both physically and
mentally and she understood that padawans required assurances.

Anakin
wasn’t the only special case after all, Obi-Wan still found the
occasional sweet in his own pockets and he was sure he wasn’t the
only knight.

Yaddle
remembered those who hurt and kept a soft spot for them, reminding
them that someone was actually thinking about their pain and wanted
to cheer them up.

Mentally
shaking himself, Obi-Wan raised a brow at Anakin. “That’s very
kind of her, as usual. You do remember to thank her right? Not just
slide sweets back into her pockets?” He drawled and sniggered when
Anakin pouted.

Stuffing
the candy back in his pocket, Anakin flickered his finger over
Obi-Wan’s nose tip. “Of course I do! I’m not a little kid
anymore.” He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Ugh,
don’t I know it, you’re getting much too big for lap sitting
really.” Obi-Wan groaned dramatically and flopped back before
laughing when Anakin yelled in denial and then went for Obi-Wan’s
sides with his quick hands.

Squealing
in shock and throwing the other to the other end of the couch,
Obi-Wan jumped to his feet and grabbed a pillow instead. “Oh no!
You come here and start a tickle war and I will end it with a pillow
war, I swear Anakin Skywalker.” Obi-Wan threatened with a wild grin
crossing his face, stealthily summoning pillows from the bedroom even
as Anakin grabbed the remaining couch pillow.

“Oh?
You and what army is gonna end that old
man?” Anakin taunted, turning tense and leery when Obi-Wan’s eyes
glittered in mischievous delight.

“This
one!” Obi-Wan sent the pillows, each hitting Anakin in the back and
sending him sprawling face first into the couch.

For
a few moments Obi-Wan stood there with Anakin face down and butt up
in the couch before the blond groaned loudly and Obi-Wan cackled in
utter delight.

“I’m
king of this quarter!”

So Lightinus, how about some more flying joy for Obi? some thinking about Cody?

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Rubbing
his face as he stepped out of the council chamber, Obi-Wan let out a
deep, bone weary sigh before looking towards the open balcony door.
They had been discussing for hours about what to do and what evidence
they
had managed to find on the Sith Lord.

Sidious
had been clever but there was still evidence to trace but so far only
circumstantial and to take down the Chancellor himself they would
need something far greater, especially when it was the Jedi order
presenting it.

The
council weren’t blind to the many who either didn’t trust the
Jedi or outright hated them.

So,
evidence.

But
that had left them all sore and stiff from hours of sitting around
talking. This
was not what he thought would happen when he returned after what was
frankly a wonderful
grooming session with Cody.

Um,
well, several sessions really.

Cody
had become really good at it and Obi-Wan was selfish, enjoying the
feel of those strong and warm fingers gliding over his feathers and
muscles.

But
what did he expect? Council sessions did leave one sore when they
lasted for several hours.

“If
you’re going flying, just jump out already Kenobi,” Mace drawled
from behind him, followed by Depa as they left the chamber too. Both
were sporting rather amused expression as
they eyed Obi-Wan’s quivering wings and the scatter of feathers.
“It seems to be good for your health to fly and I’m not about to
stop you.” The master of the order shrugged.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan winked at the other two before turning for the open
door with
excitement thrumming his body.

He
could feel the breeze already
and
his wings rustled in response, his gut tightening in anticipation as
he made his way towards the balcony.

Steps
turned into a short sprint and into a jump up on the rail and he was
airborne.

Wings
pressed to his back as he fell, the air rushing past him with the
Coruscantian pollution around him but that didn’t matter because
Obi-Wan could feel that air all around him in a constant rush that
dragged his hair back and tugged at his clothes as he fell the length
of the tower.

Wings
snapped open, the updraft catching the expansive feathered lengths
and bringing him in a sudden jerking motion up
and
forward.

The
jerk turned smooth, one powerful flap
of powerful but biologically impossible wings
turning into speed and Obi-Wan was soaring further up, past the
temples towers, the wind in his lungs and cold on his face as he
ascended further and further with
each beat of his wings,
pressing through the cloud layer which dimmed all of Coruscant’s
many light and then he was through, hovering over the expanse of
clouds that looked like a gray field, staring straight at an orange,
glowing sun.

This
was the part of Coruscant that he loved the most, far above the cloud
layer, the smog and the pollution.

Far
above where the wind chilled his bones and his skin had become moist
as he felt the warm rays of the sun bathing him with everything left
below him, all his worries for the future and all his concerns for
the present.

This
was the moment he felt alive as he floated in the warmth before doing
a loop and tucking his wings tightly in against his back and
plummeting back down, wind once more rushing over him and the force
of it drying his ever so gently wet skin.

()()()

Holding
his breath as he watched the General suddenly appear through the
cloud layer, Cody felt his heart pound in worry at the speed the man
was falling.

If
he wasn’t getting so used to seeing this he would worry the man was
injured but just as usual, Obi-Wan’s wings snapped out a minute
later and the man was soaring instead of falling gracefully, though
how someone fell
gracefully Cody had no idea but that was what Obi-Wan did!

He’d
blame it on the man being a Jedi though instinct told Cody that the
other would still be just as graceful if he wasn’t a Jedi. Just as
karking frustrating and dumbfounding as he was as a Jedi, the only
real difference might be his involvement in the war.

So
Cody thanked his lucky stars that the galaxy was as it was, because
in this galaxy?

Obi-Wan
was his.

Regardless
how frustrated and upset Obi-Wan made him or how the other acted,
Cody would never trade him for another, for a calmer or less sassy or
less bothersome Jedi.

After
all, no other Jedi could smile like Obi-Wan did when the man looked
at his Commander.

And
that was a priceless thing for Cody.

“Anakin, I’m afraid.” “What are you afraid of?” “I think I need to admit myself to the psych ward, but if I do Palpatine is going to take the Dojo from me.” “Why do think you need to be institutionalized?!?” “I think there is something wrong with me… It started with these dreams…” -Blackened Souls

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Rubbing
his face wearily, Ben glanced about the dojo then focused back on the
pad in his lap with a small frown on his face, grunting when Anakin
flopped down on the mat beside him with little care. “You stink.”
He muttered absently, his
brain noting a scent of something else with the sweat, something
strong… sulfur maybe?

Humming,
Anakin sniffed at himself before shrugging, it
had been a full day of classes, so if he was sweaty that
was a natural explanation for the smell, considering his workout
clothes had sweat spots at a few crucial area like the pits and
collar of his white t-shirt.
“I’ll shower when we get home heh, I prefer the shower at home
instead of the locker rooms.” He tried to peer at the pad only for
Ben to swipe it off without
looking from the now black screen.
“…Are you alright Ben?”
He questioned with a frown that
furrowed his entire face not unlike a raisin.

Hesitating
while staring at the pad, Ben finally raised his head to look at
Anakin. “I don’t think so, I’m kind of frightened actually.”
He confessed quietly, his stomach squirming unpleasantly only to be
somewhat relieved when Anakin’s eyes instantly tinted with concern.

“Is
this because you were sick?” Anakin rested his hand on Ben’s
shoulder, warm and comforting as he leaned in close.

This
time Ben didn’t complain about the smell.
He just gripped his pad tightly while watching him before taking a
deep breath. “I
think I need to admit myself to the psych ward, but if I do Palpatine
is going to take the Dojo from me.” He
confessed humorlessly.

Instantly
Anakin’s eyes widened and to Ben’s horror, flashed yellow and red
for a second. Oh fuck, was his dreams
moving on to hallucinations
when he was awake too now?! “Why
do think you need to be institutionalized?!?” The
man asked, grabbing Ben by both his shoulders, holding
on tightly in his worry but it was a comfort, something to hold Ben
in the moment because honestly, who saw flashing eyes!?

“I
think there is something wrong with me… It started with these
dreams… dreams
where I’m a demon of all things and they feel so real.”
Ben
confessed in a fumbling tone, flustering
as he watched Anakin while waiting for the other dime to drop, for
the other to call him insane.

Instantly
Anakin’s eyes softened, a smile lurking around the others pink
lips. “…Oh sweetheart, there is nothing wrong with you Obi-Wan,
my
dearest Obi-Wan.”
He whispered, leaning in to press their foreheads together.

Instantly
Ben’s body locked up, every muscle feeling like it was zapped with
high voltage.

His
mind exploded with pain that traveled down his spine and out to every
nerve of his body to the point where the simple act of blinking was
excruciating, sending him gasping as blood streamed from his nose not
unlike a faucet suddenly turned on as
Be-Obi-Wan tried to breath but his body wouldn’t listen and
Anak-Vader’s eyes were yellow and wide and he was pulling Obi-Wan
into his body while yelling.

There
was a heavy thump but Obi-Wan couldn’t turn, could barely hold his
mind together as darkness encroached with the speed of a bullet train
and robbed his consciousness as he collapsed against Vader’s chest
with a breathless, weak cry.

Oh! Oh! Baby Ani and Nubby meet!?

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Huffing
to himself, Anakin glared at his knees as he plucked grass off his
leggings.

Normally
he loved the gardens and would just marvel at everything but Qui-Gon
was being such a…such a… ah!

Such
a jerk!

‘I
just wanted to send mom a message.’ He sulked before pulling his
knees to his chest. He knew why he couldn’t, he knew that Qui-Gon
was up to something even though the master tried to keep it from
Anakin but it was just…

Anakin
missed his mother.

Couldn’t
Qui-Gon at least have pretended to send it, if only to make Anakin
feel better?

‘But
that would have made you feel bad too when he told you the message
wasn’t delivered.’ A insidious voice in his voice snarked and
Anakin ripped up some grass from beside him in annoyance, trying to
shut that voice down.

And
then he almost jumped into the quietly bubbling stream when there was
a thump and a splash, a yellow and blue textured ball laying bobbing
in the water as Anakin stared at it in shock only to yelp and drag
his feet away only just in time when a flash of white and gray shot
by him and right into the water too, splashing everywhere.

Staring
in shock, Anakin felt his jaw drop as he stared at the wagging canine
like animal snapping its jaws at the ball, snatching it up.

It
could have been a totally normal dog and Anakin would have been
equally surprised but…this wasn’t just a normal dog.

It
didn’t have front legs, the
front tapered off into little nubs that were bandaged in pink with
black hearts elastic bandage.

It
was a white dog of some kind with tiny black patches here and there when you got up close, pink
snout and mouth and large dark eyes as its ears flopped over with a
gray hover harness of some kind strapped over the front of his back
and his front to stimulate the legs he was missing in the same way a
hoverchair helped those who could not walk.

He
was also wearing a large blue bandanna around its neck down the back with a golden
tag hanging on at the front, jingling against the harness.

The
animal paused, blinking at Anakin before wagging furiously with the
ball in his mouth, drooling around it and Anakin couldn’t help but
start to smile at the sight, cautiously reaching out to let the
animal sniff him. “I didn’t know the temple had pets…” He
whispered cautiously before
laughing when the dog dropped the ball to lick at his hand, greeting
him in the way of canines and snuffling at his hand.

He
knew about the vermin infestation of course, along with the garden
animals and the tooka’s that the Jedi didn’t care to get rid of
that actually helped with the aforementioned infestation.

But
this was clearly a pet, from the tag to the bandanna as a collar
around his neck.

“What’s
your name I wonder?” Anakin grinned, trying to catch the tag to get
a look but the dog was quite insistent in greeting and slobbering it
seemed.

“Nubby!?
Nubby?” Came a voice, half familiar to Anakin and he paused to
blink at the dog who lifted his floppy ears in response.

“Your
name is Nubby?”
Anakin questioned, unsure if he was amused or horrified as he glanced
at the bandaged nubs that should be legs. ‘At least the name suits
him?’ The padawan grinned himself before jerking a bit when the dog
set off barreling the other way.

“Nubby!
There you are!”

Turning
on his knees, Anakin blinked as he stared at the redhead that knelt
down to grasp the harness of Nubby, shaking it lightly before
reaching up to rub Nubby’s ears and head as the pup licked at his
owner’s face and wagged a storm.

It
had to be the owner, considering how enthusiastically Nubby was
greeting him. “I sent you after a ball Nubs, what are you up to you
silly thing?” The man crooned in gleeful warmth before looking up
and looking straight at Anakin, his face dropping in surprise as he
still held onto Nubby.

Wait…
Anakin recognized him. Despite the scraggy beard and longer hair, he recognized him!

“Kenobi?”
He mumbled uncertainly.

Instantly
the man stood, looking awkward while resting a hand on Nubby’s
head. “Ah… hello Padawan Skywalker… um… fancy meeting you…
here…”

‘…Well
this is awkward.’ Anakin thought hysterically to himself as the two
stared at each other.

Only
both jumped when there was suddenly a loud farting noise, both
dropping their eyes to Nubby who only continued wagging and stared up
at them.

“…Well
that’s one way to break the silence,” Obi-Wan stated dryly,
glancing at Anakin with twitching lips as the boy started to giggle
quietly to himself. “I need to check your diet again…” He
muttered to himself.

#Sith&Jedi- it has been a while since we have seen Sith!Ani with his former master. Could we maybe see Obi taking Ani and the other Sith to the cleaners at some card or chance game? I need feisty Obi kicking Sith butt. If it is in the Sith area you get bonus points!

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No
Jedi were being sent to New Mandalorian, though the Jedi council were
briefed with the full information on the situation, ongoing
battles
and the requests of the government even if their duchess was being a
passive aggressive pacifist witch.

Reading
through the report, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile wryly at the
wording of the report, clearly Vos personal touch to the report was
coming through but he was glad that they weren’t leaving the public
to suffer despite what Satine had done.

Though
it was many years ago even if it still hurt deeply at the heart and
Force fuck, Obi-Wan should have put that away ages ago.

‘I
can’t believe Cody wants me when I’m packing this kind of
baggage.’ He sighed internally to himself before smirking when
there was a loud groan which had him paying attention to the table
where Anakin, Maul and Asajj were all glaring at the table before
glaring at the Jedi they were playing with. “What?” Obi-Wan
questioned ‘innocently’.

Hissing,
Maul swept the cards up even as Anakin grumpily pushed the pot
towards Obi-Wan with a sulking expression. “How
are you beating us at sabbac without even paying attention to us? Why
are you beating us you, you…Jedi!”
He snapped in
pure annoyance and maybe some bewilderment.

Sniggering
a bit, Obi-Wan placed the pad down and turned around fully to focus
on the sabbac table. “One, that is not an insult and two, I’m
just that good that I’m cleaning all of you out for credits.” He
countered smugly as the other chipped into the pot for the next hand.

Around
them, the formerly amused Sith audience were turning leery as Obi-Wan
continued clearing out their coworkers for credits. When Obi-Wan had
come wandering in after his lineage brother and protectors, joining
the sabbac table the three had with a pad in hand that he started
reading they had made some rather natural conclusions about the Jedi
being about to lose his shirt and boots.

Only
that was not what happened.

Obi-Wan
was skilled at sabbac without even paying attention, his expression
not betraying his thoughts nor his Force aura showing what he had on
hand as he made use of those tactics his grandmaster had taught him
at some point as Yan Dooku so proudly pointed out more than once.

That
Obi-Wan was a prodigy when he wanted to.

That
meant that at the moment the man was proving a point as he cleaned
out his Sith fellows.

And
as Obi-Wan perused his cards, he let out a hum. “Now, I imagine
you’ll be wanting all of this back,” He drawled as he put down
some cards and got some new ones, eyeing the others over his cards.
“And normally I’d be generous and only keep a share to buy
something fancy and give it back half…normally
that is.” A shark like grin crossed Obi-Wan’s face, exposing all
his teeth.

It
was in moments like this Sith were reminded that for all they were
the guardians of their Jedi brethren, their Jedi brethren were also
highly skilled, cunning and dangerous when they wished to be.

“But
this is not a normal game considering Anakin felt it necessary
to shovel talk my new boyfriend,” Obi-Wan continued in a saccharine
voice that
could have made someone feel sick from how falsely sweet it was.
“That means that this is a lesson that if anyone of you interfere
with my love life again, especially with Cody, I can and will swipe
all of your credits, swipe your clothes and leave you abandoned in
Coruscant lower level without your lightsaber in only a towel and
boots,” He paused, looking between the three at the table before
looking around the room. “I hope we all understand each other?”
Obi-Wan stated in his still too sweet tone for the clear annoyance
reflecting in his eyes at what Anakin and the other Sith lineage
member had done.

A
long pause went through the Sith common room before Anakin yipped in
fear and nodded hurriedly, Asajj rolled her eyes in some deadpanned
understanding that this was a Skywalker situation and Maul growling
into his cards before shooting Skywalker a glare. “C-Crystal
Obi-Wan. Won’t happen again, ehehehe… um please don’t leave me
naked in the slums again, that was horrible and some old twi’lek
pinched my butt and called me a snacc, whatever that meant.” Anakin
pleaded.

There
was a deep snort. “And you didn’t just break their fingers?”
Maul grumbled softly while giving the other Sith an unimpressed
glance.

“Oh
shut up, she smelled of old fruit and was overwhelmingly irritating
as I was fleeing through the slums with a towel around my waist.”
Anakin huffed then aimed a glare at Obi-Wan. “A very small towel I
have to add.” He tacked on in an acid tone.

Obi-Wan
re-arranged his cards with an absent hum. “I didn’t think you
needed any more cover.” He said airily.

Pausing
to take in that statement, Anakin started to splutter in outrage
while trying to assure everyone that he was packing while the rest of
the young Sith cracked up.

Obi-Wan
versus Anakin, one-zero.

Obi-Wan
smirked to himself and continued swiping credits from the Sith’s
still playing with him.

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 Shaking
heavily as he stared down, Obi-Wan eyes stared to water up fast as
his body tensed but before he could flee, Anakin wrapped his arms
tightly around the other Jedi and pulled him in tight, shaking his
head with a serious expression, his body equally tense in preparation
to hold the other down. “No, you’re not running away from me. I’m
not letting you run away again. I thought you needed time to think
but that’s clearly the wrong move. So you’re going to stay here
and we’re going to talk.”
He stressed the last word, as much for himself as for Obi-Wan if he
was honest.

They
clearly needed to talk.

“I-I…”
Obi-Wan trembled, still tense but not trying to escape Anakin yet. “I
don’t know… we shou-”

“I
am an adult, we are past my padawan years,” Anakin stated
seriously, his brows furrowed as he stared at the other, trying to
get inside that thick, beautifully book smart skull. “And if anyone
thinks they can push me into a relationship I don’t want then that
person is delusional. I kissed you because I wanted
to kiss you. Nothing other reason then that I wanted to.” His face
softened, his hands gently rubbing at Obi-Wan’s sides. “Because I
wanted to Obi-Wan.” Anakin reiterated.

Swallowing
heavily, tears spilling down his cheeks, Obi-Wan shook his head.
“N-No you can’t have, I must have… this isn-”

“Do
you love me?” Anakin cut in, loosening his grasp on the older Jedi.

Freezing,
Obi-Wan stared at him with wide eyes before whimpering and nodding,
closing his eyes.

Reaching
up slowly, wary of startling the other as if he was a skittish
animal, Anakin carefully wiped at the others tears. “Then
please, believe me when I say I love you too, love you for the man
you are, love you for the person you are.” Anakin pleaded softly
while internally noting that combined with the panic attack, Obi-Wan
was sure to have a pounding headache with this crying.

“You
can’t mean that…” Obi-Wan whispered, shaking even as he pressed
into the touch like an affection starved dog, trembling in
Anakin’s lap.

“Why
not?” Anakin hummed, bringing the other closer once more, being
more careful as he once more pressed tender kisses to the others wet
cheeks. “Why can’t I love you babe? Why can’t I care for you?”
He adjusted Obi-Wan a bit, to settle him more comfortably.

“I’m
ol-”

“Finish
that sentence and I’ll put you in front of Master Dolan, he’s
like a hundred and sixty or something and still chases younglings around the creche.”
Anakin cut in quickly, resting his hand on Obi-Wan’s lower spine
where he carefully rubbed. “I love you Obi-Wan. I love you because
I find you attractive, I love you because you’re smart,
compassionate, you make me laugh and you say ‘good boy’ to every
giant creature we meet as if they’re your personal friend even
though they just tried to eat us.” Anakin noted with amusement.

Obi-Wan
floundered, shaking still but less as he stared at Anakin. “But…
you… I…” He swallowed heavily before uncertainly leaning in,
looking like he thought he’d be shoved away and laughed at. “You’re
still my former padawan…” He whispered hesitantly, stopping
again.

Running
his hand along Obi-Wan’s spine, Anakin hummed. “Yes but that
hasn’t stopped others. And once more, I’m an adult, I have full
sovereignty
over my own decisions and body to do things like this, or are you
going to claim that I don’t have the autonomy to decide things like
this for myself?” He raised his brows as Obi-Wan looked like he’d
been slapped.

“I-I’d
never do that.” Obi-Wan fumbled out, eyes wide and hurt.

Holding
back a shiver at the feel of Obi-Wan’s breath washing over his
face, Anakin knotted his brows together in disapproval, noting how
Obi-Wan flinched. “You’d just take the decision to choose out of
my hands huh?” Anakin pointed out before cupping Obi-Wan’s cheek.
“…Obi-Wan, I’m not a child or a stupid teenager, stupid adult
maybe but I know what I’m doing… let me make my own choices?”
He tacked on, quietly pleading.

Swallowing,
Obi-Wan stared at him before nodding, a breathy little huff of semi
amusement escaping him when Anakin instantly beamed before yelping
when the blond stood. “Anakin!?”

“Well
its late, you’ve been crying and I know you keep water in your
room,” Anakin chirped, making a beeline for the redhead’s room.
“So we’re going to curl up in bed together and sleep and you’re
going to drink water.”

“Ah!?”

A
lot of pointy elbow jabbing and cold feet in unpleasant areas later
they were finally snuggled in together in the bed, Anakin spooning
the other contently while rubbing his nose into the others nape.
“…We’re gonna talk more tomorrow about this but frankly, you
need sleep and I need sleep.” He murmured.

Obi-Wan
shifted, pushing back against him before nodding, the pillow shifting
at the move. “Alright…Anakin, good night.” He whispered.

“Good
night sweetheart.” Anakin hummed, smiling when the Force lit up in
embarrassed pleasure.