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reporttosenate cody arrives at the temple?

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Dropping
in unannounced seemed like such a bad move but so far all the Jedi
guards stationed at the entrance had done was give Cody a small nod
and the younger togruta at the door had given him a light wave.

Oh
Cody didn’t doubt for one moment that his moves weren’t being
tracked by the sentinels that Obi-Wan had mentioned now and then but
he was clearly not considered a threat and was actually welcomed in
the temple.

If
he was to take a guess, Cody would imagine that any trooper that
arrived would be welcomed and that sent warmth through him as there
were clone discrimination happening on Coruscant and other planets.

‘Why
did I think that the Jedi temple would be part of that? I’ve
been here before after all even if I was accompanied then.’
He wondered internally as he stopped in the grand hall and looked
around uncertainly as
Jedi of all races passed by him on their own errands.

The
temple was quite large and Cody wasn’t certain where he would find
his General or even if he was in the temple but now that he was
there, he wasn’t even sure which way to go, hell for all he knew,
the man could be in a mee-

“Could
I be of assistance?” A light voice asked and Cody jerked a bit,
turning around only to look up, meeting a female besalisk eyes as she
smiled back down at him.

She
had a silka bead braid, just like Tano and wore traditional Jedi cut
tunics, her arms folded in front of her.

Bowing
quickly to her, Cody couldn’t help a his embarrassment curdling in
his stomach for being so jumpy. “Apologies but I was looking for my
General but I’m not sure where to find him…” He confessed.

She
glanced over his armor quickly before her eyes brightened and she
nodded. “You’re Commander Cody aren’t you? Master Kenobi’s
Commander?” She asked eagerly before her throatsack swelled a bit
and a sheepish expression crossed her face. “I should have
recognized you before, he speaks about you a lot when he does
tactical lessons, I’m padawan Tar-Ria.” She bowed to him.

A
bit overwhelmed, Cody bowed back.

Obi-Wan
spoke about him in his lessons while in the temple?

That
was…wait why was he surprised about that?

They
worked closely…

Shaking
his head, Cody tried to swallow his emotions as he focused back on
the padawan. “It is a pleasure to meet you Commander Tar-Ria.” He
said instead.

To
his interest he noticed her smile slipping a tiny bit before it came
back in full force and he was reminded of the whispered conversation
he had overheard Koon and Obi-Wan having about military titles. “If
you’re looking for Master Kenobi, I would be more than happy to
help you Commander Cody, I believe he’s in one of the salle’s
with master Skywalker actually,” She rubbed her throatsack
thoughtfully. “Or that’s how the rumor mill is going right now.”

Falling
into step with the besalisk at her gesture with one hand, Cody
glanced up at her through his helmet curiously. “Rumor mill?” He
asked with some interest.

At
that Tar-Ria laughed though it sounded a bit chagrined. “Oh well,
its
always of interest when a master and former padawan spar,” She
confessed, grinning while rubbing two of her four hands together then
she perked up, eyes brightening. “I actually got to see master
Windu and master Billaba spar once, it was amazing, they were so fast
and predicted each others moves so well it lasted for a good hour
until master Windu exploited a blindspot he knew about.” She
chirped cheerfully.

Lips
twitching, grateful it was hidden by his helmet, Cody nodded. It
seemed that Jedi in their natural habitat were just like anyone else
and Cody wished he could see all those who were scared of Jedi this
image, the image of an excited padawan talking about the rumor mill
and the sparring.

Sooner
than he thought, they arrived at the sparring salle and as Tar-Ria
said, Skywalker and Obi-Wan were going at it, full of vigor as
several padawans and younglings were peeking in.

Only…

Cody
was tempted to laugh because that was no kind of sparring he had ever
seen as Skywalker swatted Obi-Wan over the ass with his saber and
danced away cackling
like a loon. They weren’t karking sparring!

They
were playing!

Tano
was even cheering them on as Obi-Wan bounced after Skywalker with the
air of amusement just following him.

Leaning
against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest, Cody settled
in to watch and if he perhaps
activated the record option on his visor on…
well that was for him and the GAR to know.

reporttosenate cody arrives at the temple?

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Dropping
in unannounced seemed like such a bad move but so far all the Jedi
guards stationed at the entrance had done was give Cody a small nod
and the younger togruta at the door had given him a light wave.

Oh
Cody didn’t doubt for one moment that his moves weren’t being
tracked by the sentinels that Obi-Wan had mentioned now and then but
he was clearly not considered a threat and was actually welcomed in
the temple.

If
he was to take a guess, Cody would imagine that any trooper that
arrived would be welcomed and that sent warmth through him as there
were clone discrimination happening on Coruscant and other planets.

‘Why
did I think that the Jedi temple would be part of that? I’ve
been here before after all even if I was accompanied then.’
He wondered internally as he stopped in the grand hall and looked
around uncertainly as
Jedi of all races passed by him on their own errands.

The
temple was quite large and Cody wasn’t certain where he would find
his General or even if he was in the temple but now that he was
there, he wasn’t even sure which way to go, hell for all he knew,
the man could be in a mee-

“Could
I be of assistance?” A light voice asked and Cody jerked a bit,
turning around only to look up, meeting a female besalisk eyes as she
smiled back down at him.

She
had a silka bead braid, just like Tano and wore traditional Jedi cut
tunics, her arms folded in front of her.

Bowing
quickly to her, Cody couldn’t help a his embarrassment curdling in
his stomach for being so jumpy. “Apologies but I was looking for my
General but I’m not sure where to find him…” He confessed.

She
glanced over his armor quickly before her eyes brightened and she
nodded. “You’re Commander Cody aren’t you? Master Kenobi’s
Commander?” She asked eagerly before her throatsack swelled a bit
and a sheepish expression crossed her face. “I should have
recognized you before, he speaks about you a lot when he does
tactical lessons, I’m padawan Tar-Ria.” She bowed to him.

A
bit overwhelmed, Cody bowed back.

Obi-Wan
spoke about him in his lessons while in the temple?

That
was…wait why was he surprised about that?

They
worked closely…

Shaking
his head, Cody tried to swallow his emotions as he focused back on
the padawan. “It is a pleasure to meet you Commander Tar-Ria.” He
said instead.

To
his interest he noticed her smile slipping a tiny bit before it came
back in full force and he was reminded of the whispered conversation
he had overheard Koon and Obi-Wan having about military titles. “If
you’re looking for Master Kenobi, I would be more than happy to
help you Commander Cody, I believe he’s in one of the salle’s
with master Skywalker actually,” She rubbed her throatsack
thoughtfully. “Or that’s how the rumor mill is going right now.”

Falling
into step with the besalisk at her gesture with one hand, Cody
glanced up at her through his helmet curiously. “Rumor mill?” He
asked with some interest.

At
that Tar-Ria laughed though it sounded a bit chagrined. “Oh well,
its
always of interest when a master and former padawan spar,” She
confessed, grinning while rubbing two of her four hands together then
she perked up, eyes brightening. “I actually got to see master
Windu and master Billaba spar once, it was amazing, they were so fast
and predicted each others moves so well it lasted for a good hour
until master Windu exploited a blindspot he knew about.” She
chirped cheerfully.

Lips
twitching, grateful it was hidden by his helmet, Cody nodded. It
seemed that Jedi in their natural habitat were just like anyone else
and Cody wished he could see all those who were scared of Jedi this
image, the image of an excited padawan talking about the rumor mill
and the sparring.

Sooner
than he thought, they arrived at the sparring salle and as Tar-Ria
said, Skywalker and Obi-Wan were going at it, full of vigor as
several padawans and younglings were peeking in.

Only…

Cody
was tempted to laugh because that was no kind of sparring he had ever
seen as Skywalker swatted Obi-Wan over the ass with his saber and
danced away cackling
like a loon. They weren’t karking sparring!

They
were playing!

Tano
was even cheering them on as Obi-Wan bounced after Skywalker with the
air of amusement just following him.

Leaning
against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest, Cody settled
in to watch and if he perhaps
activated the record option on his visor on…
well that was for him and the GAR to know.

Break a Barrier: while the mates are going through Obi’s heat, Palpatine is being tracked down due whatever Sith ritual he performs. Of course he doesn’t know this cause he’s to full of himself.

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(First part is pg rated and readable, the rest is on AO3 XD)

There
is nothing more obvious than an alpha rushing to the aid of their
omega when said omega is in heat.

Or
at least it is obvious to any omega or fellow alpha as the Jedi
quietly watch Skywalker flailing through the halls with his
expression and Force aura a mix of panic and anticipation as he
practically Force boosts himself in his eagerness.

No
one calls him out on it.

Not
after seeing Kenobi practically waste
away as the war continued marching on with no one being sure how to
help him as he became
pale and listless, only to bounce back once his mating bonds became
open to him
and started
healing a bit with the attention of said
mates as
they showered him in attention and affection.

Now
there’s just that final barrier that needs closing, to seal the
mating bond and break the glands so
they can be fully connected.

The
anticipation and glee is thick in Skywalker clearly.

However
under all of that…

The
master’s of the Order pauses,
feeling the currants of the Force switch and flow,  darkness moving
on Coruscant.

Mace,
who had been busy sniggering a bit at Skywalker’s windmill
impression as
he raced the hall to get to the skycar hanger,
goes ramrod straight as he stares at nothing before turning on his
heel and racing to gather those of the council that he can and
several healers.

He
knows what this is, he was there to break the barrier on Obi-Wan’s
mating bonds
after all and the Sith master’s magic laced over the bond like a
cork had been very distinct when they were first looking.

The
master gets the same feeling this time and he knows they have to
move, they have to be quick and Force he hopes that no more damage
will come to Obi-Wan for he has been through enough already
by
being kept from his mates.

The
Jedi council has to move quickly however before the trail of the Sith
master disappears and the person goes back into hiding though one
thing is clear to Mace in this moment. The Sith master is on
Coruscant, twisting the Force and doing something to someone with the
dark side and he hopes to Force that it won’t be something that
damages the newly mating pair.

Force,
Mace hopes that they can follow the bastard this time and find him.

()()()

Break a Barrier: while the mates are going through Obi’s heat, Palpatine is being tracked down due whatever Sith ritual he performs. Of course he doesn’t know this cause he’s to full of himself.

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(First part is pg rated and readable, the rest is on AO3 XD)

There
is nothing more obvious than an alpha rushing to the aid of their
omega when said omega is in heat.

Or
at least it is obvious to any omega or fellow alpha as the Jedi
quietly watch Skywalker flailing through the halls with his
expression and Force aura a mix of panic and anticipation as he
practically Force boosts himself in his eagerness.

No
one calls him out on it.

Not
after seeing Kenobi practically waste
away as the war continued marching on with no one being sure how to
help him as he became
pale and listless, only to bounce back once his mating bonds became
open to him
and started
healing a bit with the attention of said
mates as
they showered him in attention and affection.

Now
there’s just that final barrier that needs closing, to seal the
mating bond and break the glands so
they can be fully connected.

The
anticipation and glee is thick in Skywalker clearly.

However
under all of that…

The
master’s of the Order pauses,
feeling the currants of the Force switch and flow,  darkness moving
on Coruscant.

Mace,
who had been busy sniggering a bit at Skywalker’s windmill
impression as
he raced the hall to get to the skycar hanger,
goes ramrod straight as he stares at nothing before turning on his
heel and racing to gather those of the council that he can and
several healers.

He
knows what this is, he was there to break the barrier on Obi-Wan’s
mating bonds
after all and the Sith master’s magic laced over the bond like a
cork had been very distinct when they were first looking.

The
master gets the same feeling this time and he knows they have to
move, they have to be quick and Force he hopes that no more damage
will come to Obi-Wan for he has been through enough already
by
being kept from his mates.

The
Jedi council has to move quickly however before the trail of the Sith
master disappears and the person goes back into hiding though one
thing is clear to Mace in this moment. The Sith master is on
Coruscant, twisting the Force and doing something to someone with the
dark side and he hopes to Force that it won’t be something that
damages the newly mating pair.

Force,
Mace hopes that they can follow the bastard this time and find him.

()()()

Angstyflesh, could we have Anakin’s view of the entire ordeal!?

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Now,
you can accuse him of being a bit dim at times, a
bit stupid honestly about certain subjects but come on, no one can be
knowledgeable about everything
but
Anakin is nothing if not observant about
the things happening around him.

It
is
just that sometimes he sets the information he gathers together wrong
and to be frank, a lot of people does that because
they miss out.
Some social cues he misses out on or just outright doesn’t
understand or details he can’t decipher right.

That
includes all people around
him,
even the ones he knows the best and
should be able to read better.

He
sometimes gets his information wrong even with Obi-Wan.

But
even he can’t ignore the way Obi-Wan’s eyes widen or the way his
body slumps beneath Anakin’s on the sparring mat in those few
moments where the blond is pinning him tightly down and has victory
in his grasp.

Or
the way Obi-Wan seems to burn afterward while avoiding Anakin’s
eyes.

He
figures it is best to let the other think it over, let him accept it
because Obi-Wan isn’t good with emotions at the best of time and
discovering how he’s attracted to Anakin… well clearly the master
needs some time.

Anakin
isn’t sure on his own end when his admiration or exasperation with
his old master turned into pure love but it happened, slowly and
naturally and he knew better than to outright express it as the man’s
padawan because…

Well
seriously, Obi-Wan had morales and etiquette,
if his underage padawan or even legal padawan had made a move on him,
he’d be compelled to create distance because of the worry of
Anakin’s autonomy in such a skewed power level in a relationship.

So
he had let his emotions mature and slowly develop as he felt
Obi-Wan’s eyes linger more and more without the redhead being aware
of how his own emotions developed. From quiet resentment, soft love,
confused lust to deep, everlasting care and now full blazing arousal
that he has become suddenly aware of.

He
still doesn’t expect to find the other, mid panic attack when
he gets up for water,
Obi-Wan
on
the couch in the middle of the night, his face buried in his legs as
he sobs and tries to rip out his own hair. With his heart in his
throat, Anakin jerked the other upright and coaxed him through his
panic attack, coaxed him to breath while wrapping his Force aura
around the other to shield him from the rest of the temple.

Obi-Wan
wouldn’t want to expose himself to the entire temple and right now
he’s vulnerable and that is the last thing Anakin is letting the
rest of the temple see as he coaxes the other sternly into touching
the things around him to assure him of what’s real and make him
focus on the moment.

Fingers
slowly running through Obi-Wan’s hair, Anakin smiled a bit at the
warmth against his chest as Obi-Wan let out a hitched sob before he
opens his mouth.

Shaking
his head, Anakin grinned a bit. “Don’t. Its alright Obi-Wan, just
keep breathing babe.” He murmured quietly, the words feeling
natural to him despite being new and he can see Obi-Wan’s eyes
widen in surprise when he tilts the others head back to get a good
look at his eyes. He can see how tired the other looks in that
moment, caught and vulnerable and Anakin can’t resist leaning in
and pressing soft, assuring kisses over the others face, feeling the
warmth of tear stained skin against
his lips, salt and wetness.

“Poor
Obi-Wan,” He whispered quietly, rubbing the others shoulders slowly
and steadily as he saw the closed eyes with tears still clinging to
the lashes in the dim light. “Taking on so much and trying so hard,
it’s alright though, I’m right here for you.” Anakin tacked on
as he tilted the others face back and sealed their lips together with
no hesitation.

For
a horrid moment he wondered if he’d made a ginormous mistake as
Obi-Wan went ramrod straight with his eyes flying open to meet
Anakin’s, he wondered if Obi-Wan was about to throw him off and
yell.

Only
Obi-Wan melted into his chest with a terrified little whimper and
brought his hands up to cling to Anakin’s shoulders as if the blond
would suddenly disappear.

Wrapping
his arms around the other in assurance that he wasn’t going
anywhere, Anakin only shifted on the couch until he was sitting and
brought the other into his lap as he deepened the kiss, tasting salt
from tears and old stale tea flavor and yet it couldn’t be more
perfect as Obi-Wan just melted, let Anakin cup the back of his head
to tilt it back and deepen the kiss slowly and steadily.

Nails
were digging faintly into Anakin’s skin and he didn’t care as
Obi-Wan scrambled for purchase on his shoulders, little whimpering
mewls escaping him.

He
wasn’t sure Obi-Wan was even aware of the little noises he was
making against Anakin’s mouth as the rough fabric of the robe was
rubbing against the tanned tatooine native stomach. “It’s
alright, I’m here Obi-Wan, I’m not going anywhere.” He panted
against the others lips.

It
seemed like some sense was knocked into Obi-Wan at that as he jerked
back, shaking as he stared at Anakin.

Lips
kiss swollen and eyes red from tears he was still one of the most
beautiful things Anakin had seen as he held the other tight to
prevent him from escaping.

It
was time to talk.

Angstyflesh, could we have Anakin’s view of the entire ordeal!?

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Now,
you can accuse him of being a bit dim at times, a
bit stupid honestly about certain subjects but come on, no one can be
knowledgeable about everything
but
Anakin is nothing if not observant about
the things happening around him.

It
is
just that sometimes he sets the information he gathers together wrong
and to be frank, a lot of people does that because
they miss out.
Some social cues he misses out on or just outright doesn’t
understand or details he can’t decipher right.

That
includes all people around
him,
even the ones he knows the best and
should be able to read better.

He
sometimes gets his information wrong even with Obi-Wan.

But
even he can’t ignore the way Obi-Wan’s eyes widen or the way his
body slumps beneath Anakin’s on the sparring mat in those few
moments where the blond is pinning him tightly down and has victory
in his grasp.

Or
the way Obi-Wan seems to burn afterward while avoiding Anakin’s
eyes.

He
figures it is best to let the other think it over, let him accept it
because Obi-Wan isn’t good with emotions at the best of time and
discovering how he’s attracted to Anakin… well clearly the master
needs some time.

Anakin
isn’t sure on his own end when his admiration or exasperation with
his old master turned into pure love but it happened, slowly and
naturally and he knew better than to outright express it as the man’s
padawan because…

Well
seriously, Obi-Wan had morales and etiquette,
if his underage padawan or even legal padawan had made a move on him,
he’d be compelled to create distance because of the worry of
Anakin’s autonomy in such a skewed power level in a relationship.

So
he had let his emotions mature and slowly develop as he felt
Obi-Wan’s eyes linger more and more without the redhead being aware
of how his own emotions developed. From quiet resentment, soft love,
confused lust to deep, everlasting care and now full blazing arousal
that he has become suddenly aware of.

He
still doesn’t expect to find the other, mid panic attack when
he gets up for water,
Obi-Wan
on
the couch in the middle of the night, his face buried in his legs as
he sobs and tries to rip out his own hair. With his heart in his
throat, Anakin jerked the other upright and coaxed him through his
panic attack, coaxed him to breath while wrapping his Force aura
around the other to shield him from the rest of the temple.

Obi-Wan
wouldn’t want to expose himself to the entire temple and right now
he’s vulnerable and that is the last thing Anakin is letting the
rest of the temple see as he coaxes the other sternly into touching
the things around him to assure him of what’s real and make him
focus on the moment.

Fingers
slowly running through Obi-Wan’s hair, Anakin smiled a bit at the
warmth against his chest as Obi-Wan let out a hitched sob before he
opens his mouth.

Shaking
his head, Anakin grinned a bit. “Don’t. Its alright Obi-Wan, just
keep breathing babe.” He murmured quietly, the words feeling
natural to him despite being new and he can see Obi-Wan’s eyes
widen in surprise when he tilts the others head back to get a good
look at his eyes. He can see how tired the other looks in that
moment, caught and vulnerable and Anakin can’t resist leaning in
and pressing soft, assuring kisses over the others face, feeling the
warmth of tear stained skin against
his lips, salt and wetness.

“Poor
Obi-Wan,” He whispered quietly, rubbing the others shoulders slowly
and steadily as he saw the closed eyes with tears still clinging to
the lashes in the dim light. “Taking on so much and trying so hard,
it’s alright though, I’m right here for you.” Anakin tacked on
as he tilted the others face back and sealed their lips together with
no hesitation.

For
a horrid moment he wondered if he’d made a ginormous mistake as
Obi-Wan went ramrod straight with his eyes flying open to meet
Anakin’s, he wondered if Obi-Wan was about to throw him off and
yell.

Only
Obi-Wan melted into his chest with a terrified little whimper and
brought his hands up to cling to Anakin’s shoulders as if the blond
would suddenly disappear.

Wrapping
his arms around the other in assurance that he wasn’t going
anywhere, Anakin only shifted on the couch until he was sitting and
brought the other into his lap as he deepened the kiss, tasting salt
from tears and old stale tea flavor and yet it couldn’t be more
perfect as Obi-Wan just melted, let Anakin cup the back of his head
to tilt it back and deepen the kiss slowly and steadily.

Nails
were digging faintly into Anakin’s skin and he didn’t care as
Obi-Wan scrambled for purchase on his shoulders, little whimpering
mewls escaping him.

He
wasn’t sure Obi-Wan was even aware of the little noises he was
making against Anakin’s mouth as the rough fabric of the robe was
rubbing against the tanned tatooine native stomach. “It’s
alright, I’m here Obi-Wan, I’m not going anywhere.” He panted
against the others lips.

It
seemed like some sense was knocked into Obi-Wan at that as he jerked
back, shaking as he stared at Anakin.

Lips
kiss swollen and eyes red from tears he was still one of the most
beautiful things Anakin had seen as he held the other tight to
prevent him from escaping.

It
was time to talk.

OMG GhostFriend! Can we get big mama bear Qui-Gon swallowing up Obi-wan in a hug when they get back to the temple? After being non-corporal Obi is probably pretty touch starved too. How is he adjusting? Does he get overstimulated? LOOOOVE your work.

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It
was so different now.

So
many years of literally passing through everyone and everything with
nothing really sticking to him or comforting him though he could
speak to people at least.

But
the touch of others…

Obi-Wan
both craved and feared it as he clung to Anakin’s hand every time
he could and yet when bumping shoulders Obi-Wan could feel himself
tense up for just a few clicks as if his body somehow expected to
pass through people.

He
was lucky the troopers were such understanding people when he
apologized every time he bumped into people and Obi-Wan did suspect
that Anakin had explained the rather unique situation that applied to
Obi-Wan.

Kix
had been quite adamant to give him a throughout examination when
they got on the Resolute and his attention had been…

Well,
kind of overwhelming.

And
yet Obi-Wan had missed them when they were gone, something the medic
had noticed before going to one of the lockers and rummaging around,
pulling out a rather heavy blanket in a dark blue fabric and
explaining to Obi-Wan that it was a basic weighted blanket.

Kix
had theorized, correctly, that the weighted blanket would help some
of Obi-Wan’s touch starvation and body disassociation which allowed
the Jedi made physical once more to sleep peacefully without Anakin
pretty much holding him the entire night like they had to last night.

Still,
it was a comfort to wake in the same room as Anakin, feeling his
warmth close and knowing that he was there as a physical sensation
that Obi-Wan had so missed and longed for.

The
travel back allowed him to slowly acclimatize to touch, the troopers
starting to pat him on the back, rest their hands on his shoulders
and Anakin outright hugging or holding his hand often.

But
nothing could prepare him for the moment he stepped off the ramp and
into the Jedi temple as Qui-Gon swept the redhead up into the
tightest hug the other could ever remember being subjected to with
his feet leaving the floor,
his face buried in the folds of Qui-Gon’s tunic.

The
sharp scent of sapir, of Qui-Gon’s musky soap and of the temple’s
mild detergent
hit
him along with that hug.

The
scent of safety.

And
Obi-Wan broke down for the first time in years, his body trembling as
he started to sob into the beige cloth and leave behind darker drops.
First quietly and then until his voice rose in a wail that rose over
the sounds of shuttles being worked on in the hanger as he broke
down, both from the overwhelming sensation of touch and smell but
also of Qui-Gon, the comfort that was currently offered to him.

He
somehow grew even louder when he felt Anakin settle his hand on his
back, rubbing in a soothing motion yet neither scolded him.

They
let him cry all those painful tears he had kept inside of him, locked
as he was in limbo where he could see and hear but not be touched.

It
was too much and yet not enough and Obi-Wan felt his legs falter
under him only for the Jedi master to pick him up as if he was a
child still, as if he was Qui-Gon’s very young and exhausted
padawan who needed to be cared for.

And
just maybe… that was what he was.

He
was tired and all Obi-Wan wanted was the comfort he had longed for as
a ghost even though his skin buzzed with the physical sensation to
the point of it almost hurting.

But
he clung harder to Qui-Gon in desperation, not wanting to lose it too
quickly even as he felt the rocking motions of the man walking with
Anakin following beside.

Faintly
Obi-Wan registered his hood being raised but he didn’t focus on
that.

He
focused on the physical sensation of warmth and care being offered to
him and the quiet voice promising that Qui-Gon had him, that he
wasn’t about to let his poor padawan go.

Skin
aching, Obi-Wan gave in to that and let his tears bring him to
exhaustion as he tapered off finally and let himself drowse into the
others collarbone, shivering still as he felt them stop yet move at
the same time.

An
elevator.

“I
don’t think he can handle a report Mace,” He heard Qui-Gon say,
realizing the other must be talking into his comm link when there was
a thinny noise of Master Mace voice, though
how considering the man’s hands were occupied holding him Obi-Wan
did not know.
“He had an utter breakdown when I hugged him. I’m going to take
him to my quarters and try to settle him. We’ll have to meet
tomorrow or at least once he’s calm.” The master added.

Unable
to summon a slick of shame, Obi-Wan only felt gratefulness.

Just
one day to bask in Qui-Gon’s warmth and physical presence.

That
was all he needed as he
rubbed his nose into the wet fabric while reaching for his bond to
Anakin for emotional support that the blond quickly gave, a hand
returning to his back and considering Qui-Gon’s hands were busy
holding Obi-Wan up, he knew it was Anakin.

Just
one day for comfort.

OMG GhostFriend! Can we get big mama bear Qui-Gon swallowing up Obi-wan in a hug when they get back to the temple? After being non-corporal Obi is probably pretty touch starved too. How is he adjusting? Does he get overstimulated? LOOOOVE your work.

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It
was so different now.

So
many years of literally passing through everyone and everything with
nothing really sticking to him or comforting him though he could
speak to people at least.

But
the touch of others…

Obi-Wan
both craved and feared it as he clung to Anakin’s hand every time
he could and yet when bumping shoulders Obi-Wan could feel himself
tense up for just a few clicks as if his body somehow expected to
pass through people.

He
was lucky the troopers were such understanding people when he
apologized every time he bumped into people and Obi-Wan did suspect
that Anakin had explained the rather unique situation that applied to
Obi-Wan.

Kix
had been quite adamant to give him a throughout examination when
they got on the Resolute and his attention had been…

Well,
kind of overwhelming.

And
yet Obi-Wan had missed them when they were gone, something the medic
had noticed before going to one of the lockers and rummaging around,
pulling out a rather heavy blanket in a dark blue fabric and
explaining to Obi-Wan that it was a basic weighted blanket.

Kix
had theorized, correctly, that the weighted blanket would help some
of Obi-Wan’s touch starvation and body disassociation which allowed
the Jedi made physical once more to sleep peacefully without Anakin
pretty much holding him the entire night like they had to last night.

Still,
it was a comfort to wake in the same room as Anakin, feeling his
warmth close and knowing that he was there as a physical sensation
that Obi-Wan had so missed and longed for.

The
travel back allowed him to slowly acclimatize to touch, the troopers
starting to pat him on the back, rest their hands on his shoulders
and Anakin outright hugging or holding his hand often.

But
nothing could prepare him for the moment he stepped off the ramp and
into the Jedi temple as Qui-Gon swept the redhead up into the
tightest hug the other could ever remember being subjected to with
his feet leaving the floor,
his face buried in the folds of Qui-Gon’s tunic.

The
sharp scent of sapir, of Qui-Gon’s musky soap and of the temple’s
mild detergent
hit
him along with that hug.

The
scent of safety.

And
Obi-Wan broke down for the first time in years, his body trembling as
he started to sob into the beige cloth and leave behind darker drops.
First quietly and then until his voice rose in a wail that rose over
the sounds of shuttles being worked on in the hanger as he broke
down, both from the overwhelming sensation of touch and smell but
also of Qui-Gon, the comfort that was currently offered to him.

He
somehow grew even louder when he felt Anakin settle his hand on his
back, rubbing in a soothing motion yet neither scolded him.

They
let him cry all those painful tears he had kept inside of him, locked
as he was in limbo where he could see and hear but not be touched.

It
was too much and yet not enough and Obi-Wan felt his legs falter
under him only for the Jedi master to pick him up as if he was a
child still, as if he was Qui-Gon’s very young and exhausted
padawan who needed to be cared for.

And
just maybe… that was what he was.

He
was tired and all Obi-Wan wanted was the comfort he had longed for as
a ghost even though his skin buzzed with the physical sensation to
the point of it almost hurting.

But
he clung harder to Qui-Gon in desperation, not wanting to lose it too
quickly even as he felt the rocking motions of the man walking with
Anakin following beside.

Faintly
Obi-Wan registered his hood being raised but he didn’t focus on
that.

He
focused on the physical sensation of warmth and care being offered to
him and the quiet voice promising that Qui-Gon had him, that he
wasn’t about to let his poor padawan go.

Skin
aching, Obi-Wan gave in to that and let his tears bring him to
exhaustion as he tapered off finally and let himself drowse into the
others collarbone, shivering still as he felt them stop yet move at
the same time.

An
elevator.

“I
don’t think he can handle a report Mace,” He heard Qui-Gon say,
realizing the other must be talking into his comm link when there was
a thinny noise of Master Mace voice, though
how considering the man’s hands were occupied holding him Obi-Wan
did not know.
“He had an utter breakdown when I hugged him. I’m going to take
him to my quarters and try to settle him. We’ll have to meet
tomorrow or at least once he’s calm.” The master added.

Unable
to summon a slick of shame, Obi-Wan only felt gratefulness.

Just
one day to bask in Qui-Gon’s warmth and physical presence.

That
was all he needed as he
rubbed his nose into the wet fabric while reaching for his bond to
Anakin for emotional support that the blond quickly gave, a hand
returning to his back and considering Qui-Gon’s hands were busy
holding Obi-Wan up, he knew it was Anakin.

Just
one day for comfort.

So grooming and ears is fricking adorable, and I must ask: what was the clones’ first reaction to seeing cat Jedi?

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There
are two Jedi on Kamino.

One
is a kel dor who contributes most of the talking with the longnecks,
his tone serene and steady as he follows one of the longnecks around
as they’re given a tour though the noses of the canines can clearly
smell the displeased scent of the male.

The
other is a munchkin tabby who is dripping water with the grouchiest
of expressions cc-2224 has ever had the pleasure of seeing a feline
wear. Clearly the munchkin has not gotten time to sit down and groom
himself and 2224 feels an itch to go help the feline and after a
moment, he abandons his food bowl.

If
2224 was to guess, the tabby didn’t want to ask the longnecks for
time to settle or feared that he’d be blow dried.

Or
potentially he would feel embarrassed to hold up the tour though that
felt wrong to 2224 as feline Jedi could be just as their normal
counterparts, just as willful and arrogant as normal cats that
weren’t Force boosted.

He
feels more than he sees several of the other clones canines pause,
ears swirling in his direction.

The
munchkin pauses too, peering up at him with green eyes and maybe he’d
be intimidating if he wasn’t wet to the bone with all his fur
sticking to his slender looking body.

If
2224 was to guess, he’d imagine the other looked tubby normally but
with the fur not fluffing out, he was now just flesh and bone.

“Could
I be of help sir? You’re rather in a state.” 2224 offered
nervously, tail twitching nervously and he had to force himself not
to tuck it between his legs.

It
would be too obvious an emotional indicator and would make the damn
longnecks watch him closely in case he needed to be decommissioned,
something every clone feared.

There
was an annoyed murple noise and then the munchkin stomped forward and
planted his rear down in front of 2224, tail flickering in annoyance.
“Please,
you would be doing me the favor of a lifetime.” The
feline bit out.

A
bit worried about getting scratched, 2224 shifted forward a bit until
the munchkin was between his front legs and then ducked down, slowly
grooming him like he would one of his batchmates.

For
the first full minute, the feline was tense before slowly a deep
rumbling noise escaped him and he arched himself under 2224 tongue,
letting the larger canine carefully groom him.

Absently
the clone heard the kel dor say something to the longneck and then to
the munchkin, the feline responding before turning his attention back
to being groomed as the Jedi walked away, most likely continuing the
tour though the munchkin, Obi-Wan as the kel dor said, remained with
2224.

By
the storms, he was a small thing.

2224
could easily imagine wrapping his jaw around the neck and snapping it
but that was the last thing he wanted to, protective instincts
rearing up just like in response to his smaller clone brothers when
they were decanted.

Only
they didn’t purr when they were decanted, this Jedi feline did as
he relaxed beneath 2224
slow and steady grooming until the feline was quite literally laying
on his back and getting his belly groomed by the dog.

Obi-Wan
was also growing quite fluffy as
he started to dry off
and if 2224 didn’t know better, he’d call him cute as the
munchkin tapped him on the snout with a paw, purring up a storm.

A
fluffy and dangerous creature, mighty predators… who apparently had
belly fat and 2224 had to resist the urge to nip at it despite how
tempting it was.

He
didn’t want to upset the Jedi.

And
munchkins could carry grudges like no ones business, so
he’s not biting him.

So grooming and ears is fricking adorable, and I must ask: what was the clones’ first reaction to seeing cat Jedi?

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There
are two Jedi on Kamino.

One
is a kel dor who contributes most of the talking with the longnecks,
his tone serene and steady as he follows one of the longnecks around
as they’re given a tour though the noses of the canines can clearly
smell the displeased scent of the male.

The
other is a munchkin tabby who is dripping water with the grouchiest
of expressions cc-2224 has ever had the pleasure of seeing a feline
wear. Clearly the munchkin has not gotten time to sit down and groom
himself and 2224 feels an itch to go help the feline and after a
moment, he abandons his food bowl.

If
2224 was to guess, the tabby didn’t want to ask the longnecks for
time to settle or feared that he’d be blow dried.

Or
potentially he would feel embarrassed to hold up the tour though that
felt wrong to 2224 as feline Jedi could be just as their normal
counterparts, just as willful and arrogant as normal cats that
weren’t Force boosted.

He
feels more than he sees several of the other clones canines pause,
ears swirling in his direction.

The
munchkin pauses too, peering up at him with green eyes and maybe he’d
be intimidating if he wasn’t wet to the bone with all his fur
sticking to his slender looking body.

If
2224 was to guess, he’d imagine the other looked tubby normally but
with the fur not fluffing out, he was now just flesh and bone.

“Could
I be of help sir? You’re rather in a state.” 2224 offered
nervously, tail twitching nervously and he had to force himself not
to tuck it between his legs.

It
would be too obvious an emotional indicator and would make the damn
longnecks watch him closely in case he needed to be decommissioned,
something every clone feared.

There
was an annoyed murple noise and then the munchkin stomped forward and
planted his rear down in front of 2224, tail flickering in annoyance.
“Please,
you would be doing me the favor of a lifetime.” The
feline bit out.

A
bit worried about getting scratched, 2224 shifted forward a bit until
the munchkin was between his front legs and then ducked down, slowly
grooming him like he would one of his batchmates.

For
the first full minute, the feline was tense before slowly a deep
rumbling noise escaped him and he arched himself under 2224 tongue,
letting the larger canine carefully groom him.

Absently
the clone heard the kel dor say something to the longneck and then to
the munchkin, the feline responding before turning his attention back
to being groomed as the Jedi walked away, most likely continuing the
tour though the munchkin, Obi-Wan as the kel dor said, remained with
2224.

By
the storms, he was a small thing.

2224
could easily imagine wrapping his jaw around the neck and snapping it
but that was the last thing he wanted to, protective instincts
rearing up just like in response to his smaller clone brothers when
they were decanted.

Only
they didn’t purr when they were decanted, this Jedi feline did as
he relaxed beneath 2224
slow and steady grooming until the feline was quite literally laying
on his back and getting his belly groomed by the dog.

Obi-Wan
was also growing quite fluffy as
he started to dry off
and if 2224 didn’t know better, he’d call him cute as the
munchkin tapped him on the snout with a paw, purring up a storm.

A
fluffy and dangerous creature, mighty predators… who apparently had
belly fat and 2224 had to resist the urge to nip at it despite how
tempting it was.

He
didn’t want to upset the Jedi.

And
munchkins could carry grudges like no ones business, so
he’s not biting him.