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Hello, I was hoping if you’d be wiling to continue your knitting love story, I believe that what it’s called. I feel it’s one of your «older» works and you mentioned you had done stories you’d like to finish. Just seeing if this was one, if not I’m still thrilled to read the newest updates.

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Yawning
a bit as the needles continued clicking lightly together as he read
the report Cody
had stationed on the table so kindly for him while
gently letting his hand linger on the Jedi’s shoulder,
Obi-Wan was amused by Anakin’s wide eyed staring at him.

Around
them the troopers milled about doing their duties in
the brightly lit up, drab gray room made of durasteel as the only
real splashes of colors were the people moving about and the things
they owned,
the
troopers
observing the various cameras of the space station they were
currently in charge of until they were relieved. Technically this was
a semi vacation though the GAR couldn’t really afford to give them
proper downtime at the current time period so this was the next best
thing.

A
quiet space station monitoring traffic and comms, giving them time to
relax and focus on their projects like Obi-Wan’s knitting at the
moment.

To
be fair, Obi-Wan was now very clearly knitting a baby sling
in a soft green yarn.

He
had a second one in yellow already finished laying in his knitting
basket actually but Anakin couldn’t see that since it was tucked in
among the other balls of yarn. Any moment now he knew that the other
would ask.

Or
so he assumed, maybe he’d be too wary about it for now to really
ask?

It
would be hilarious
if he did ask
though.

As
Waxer said, the man had no concept of discretion or condoms but
he had working eyes that could take in the soft make of the yarn,
having seen Obi-Wan with baby yarns for the creche before.

“Obi-Wan?”
The man finally asked, shuffling closer to his former master to hover
over him.

“Yes
Anakin, was there something you needed?” The redhead asked
brightly, wooden needles clicking together in the silence of the
observation and comm office they were stationed in.

Hesitating,
Anakin glanced around and then down at the sling
again.
“What are you knitting master?” He tried asking nonchalantly and
utterly failing as his voice cracked in the middle.

Pausing
and squinting up at the other, Obi-Wan pursed his lips. “I was
rather certain you were out of the teenage phase Anakin but
your voice seems to be going,
are you coming down with something?” He questioned teasingly,
smirking when there was a muffled cough behind him from Rex
direction.

In
front of him he could see Cody’s shoulders shaking as he bent over
Fives to peer at something and Anakin colored a bit with
embarrassment. “No! No I’m fine Obi-Wan! I was just… curious.
You
making something for the creche again?”
He cleared his throat.

“Well,”
Obi-Wan shifted in his seat, turning it slightly to look up at the
other man while resting his work and hands in his lap. “This is a
baby sling
Anakin, many
parents use baby slings to carry their children around because it
promotes closeness and gives new parents a sense of safety and
comfort to keep their newborns close at hand and it can make it
easier for breast feeding with the child already attached to the
chest.” He explained brightly, grinning up at him.

Anakin
was starting to relax, a relieved smile curling around his lips. “Oh
I see, do we have some babies in the creche again?” He questioned.
It was a fair assumption, Obi-Wan had often made little booties,
socks and blankets for the little ones in the creche when he wasn’t
making sweaters, beanies or scarves for Anakin.

Humming
as he picked up his knit work once more, Obi-Wan bent his head to
hide his smirk as Cody turned around in anticipation to see the
reaction of the Jedi knight. “Oh no, no Anakin, this is for you and
Padme and your coming twins.” He said brightly, his tone light.

“Oh
right, that’s a relief to kn-WHAT!?” The words finally penetrated
Anakin’s mind, the knight seemingly jumping a mile while flailing.
“I don’t know what yo-TWINS!?” He yelled, windmilling now as
Obi-Wan couldn’t help a little snort of amusement and the troopers
around outright cackled.

“Really
Anakin,” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but join the laughter of the men.
“I know I taught you about condoms.” He grinned at the wide eyed
and blushing knight.

“TWINS!?”
Was all Anakin responded with.

Hello, I was hoping if you’d be wiling to continue your knitting love story, I believe that what it’s called. I feel it’s one of your «older» works and you mentioned you had done stories you’d like to finish. Just seeing if this was one, if not I’m still thrilled to read the newest updates.

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Yawning
a bit as the needles continued clicking lightly together as he read
the report Cody
had stationed on the table so kindly for him while
gently letting his hand linger on the Jedi’s shoulder,
Obi-Wan was amused by Anakin’s wide eyed staring at him.

Around
them the troopers milled about doing their duties in
the brightly lit up, drab gray room made of durasteel as the only
real splashes of colors were the people moving about and the things
they owned,
the
troopers
observing the various cameras of the space station they were
currently in charge of until they were relieved. Technically this was
a semi vacation though the GAR couldn’t really afford to give them
proper downtime at the current time period so this was the next best
thing.

A
quiet space station monitoring traffic and comms, giving them time to
relax and focus on their projects like Obi-Wan’s knitting at the
moment.

To
be fair, Obi-Wan was now very clearly knitting a baby sling
in a soft green yarn.

He
had a second one in yellow already finished laying in his knitting
basket actually but Anakin couldn’t see that since it was tucked in
among the other balls of yarn. Any moment now he knew that the other
would ask.

Or
so he assumed, maybe he’d be too wary about it for now to really
ask?

It
would be hilarious
if he did ask
though.

As
Waxer said, the man had no concept of discretion or condoms but
he had working eyes that could take in the soft make of the yarn,
having seen Obi-Wan with baby yarns for the creche before.

“Obi-Wan?”
The man finally asked, shuffling closer to his former master to hover
over him.

“Yes
Anakin, was there something you needed?” The redhead asked
brightly, wooden needles clicking together in the silence of the
observation and comm office they were stationed in.

Hesitating,
Anakin glanced around and then down at the sling
again.
“What are you knitting master?” He tried asking nonchalantly and
utterly failing as his voice cracked in the middle.

Pausing
and squinting up at the other, Obi-Wan pursed his lips. “I was
rather certain you were out of the teenage phase Anakin but
your voice seems to be going,
are you coming down with something?” He questioned teasingly,
smirking when there was a muffled cough behind him from Rex
direction.

In
front of him he could see Cody’s shoulders shaking as he bent over
Fives to peer at something and Anakin colored a bit with
embarrassment. “No! No I’m fine Obi-Wan! I was just… curious.
You
making something for the creche again?”
He cleared his throat.

“Well,”
Obi-Wan shifted in his seat, turning it slightly to look up at the
other man while resting his work and hands in his lap. “This is a
baby sling
Anakin, many
parents use baby slings to carry their children around because it
promotes closeness and gives new parents a sense of safety and
comfort to keep their newborns close at hand and it can make it
easier for breast feeding with the child already attached to the
chest.” He explained brightly, grinning up at him.

Anakin
was starting to relax, a relieved smile curling around his lips. “Oh
I see, do we have some babies in the creche again?” He questioned.
It was a fair assumption, Obi-Wan had often made little booties,
socks and blankets for the little ones in the creche when he wasn’t
making sweaters, beanies or scarves for Anakin.

Humming
as he picked up his knit work once more, Obi-Wan bent his head to
hide his smirk as Cody turned around in anticipation to see the
reaction of the Jedi knight. “Oh no, no Anakin, this is for you and
Padme and your coming twins.” He said brightly, his tone light.

“Oh
right, that’s a relief to kn-WHAT!?” The words finally penetrated
Anakin’s mind, the knight seemingly jumping a mile while flailing.
“I don’t know what yo-TWINS!?” He yelled, windmilling now as
Obi-Wan couldn’t help a little snort of amusement and the troopers
around outright cackled.

“Really
Anakin,” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but join the laughter of the men.
“I know I taught you about condoms.” He grinned at the wide eyed
and blushing knight.

“TWINS!?”
Was all Anakin responded with.

Look up Nubby the puppy on youtube and then give Obi-Wan a Nubby? Nubby is the sweetest thing ever and Obi-Wan could need him after Qui-Gon’s behavior in TPM

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When
his master abandoned him in favor of his ‘chosen’ one, Obi-Wan
could feel himself floundering without an anchor and it didn’t get
any better when he became a knight and Qui-Gon cut his braid despite
the hands trembling because of the pain Maul had left him with.

Honestly
Qui-Gon was lucky to be alive and the healers said he would recover
without too much issue.

It
meant that Qui-Gon would be temple locked but since Anakin needed to
integrated into the temple, that wasn’t so bad, it meant that
Qui-Gon could focus on Anakin and his recovery without any missions
to distract him.

It
still left Obi-Wan adrift as he took his first solo mission and
started several month long back to back missions that left him
feeling exhausted.

It
was on Corellia he found Nubby.

Or
rather, Nubby found him as a woman awkwardly asked the Jedi if he
would help, the runt of the litter that was only a few hours old
being different from the rest of his siblings.

A
little bottle pup with missing front legs, the Corellian called these
dogs for boxers Obi-Wan faintly thought as
he held the squeaky thing.

He
was pure white but with dark spots around his pink nose and mouth
that could become black if he just… survived.

Tucking
his hands around the little thing, Obi-Wan held him, listened to
Nubby’s little whimpers and felt that adrift feeling inside of him
become determination as he nodded and took the little pup with him.

If
Nubby would just survive the first night.

Obi-Wan
kept Nubby with him, made a little sling to keep the pup warm against
his chest and meditated, resurfacing every hour to bottle feed Nubby
the milk the woman had given Obi-Wan. He
did his duty as a Jedi and took care of Nubby at the same time, the
little pup slowly becoming stronger, slowly getting slightly bigger.

Obi-Wan
used his credits at a pet venue and bought more milk replacement for
the pup and kept feeding him and slept with Nubby curled up in the
same bunk as he, his arms wrapped protectively around him and still
waking once every hour to feed him.

The
puppy got bigger and opened his eyes and looked at Obi-Wan and oh
Force, Obi-Wan couldn’t leave his puppy behind, nuzzling Nubby’s
soft snout with a gentle coo and when he finally had his breakthrough
on the spice ring on Corellia and managed to bring them in with the
Judaical, he celebrated by buying Nubby a harness and a leash, using
the harness and leash to hold him up and let him walk on his hind
legs.

He
bought toys and food and then he was ready to leave, returning to
Coruscant while sending in a request to the council for downtime,
Nubby curiously exploring the cabin of the cruiser they were taking
to Coruscant before semi
rolling, not yet quite able to jump and not strong enough to stand
yet
on his hind legs
onto the bedding Obi-Wan had set up along
with the toys and bowls of food and water.

Laughing
faintly while hitting send, Obi-Wan knelt down to pet the little pup
in
the small cabin.
“You’re a silly one Nubby. I’m gonna have to get you a nice big
bed for our quarters huh?” He teased, grinning brightly when the
pup rolled onto his back and exposed his soft white and pinkish belly
where the fur wasn’t fully grown over just
yet.

Rubbing
the belly gently with his fingers, Obi-Wan smile turned wry as he
realized he had his own helpless stray. “…But you do make me feel
happy, so maybe the ‘helpless’ cue isn’t that big huh? How can
you be helpless when you make me so happy and rush around… you
don’t know any other way of life.” He murmured.

Nubby
gave him a wuffle, big dark eyes staring up at him with big pinkish
white ears flopping around his ears.

Unconditional
love flowing in the Force.

Obi-Wan
stared down at his pup then picked Nubby right up and went to the
bunk, curling up together with his puppy and laving affection on him
with a bright smile as
a wet tongue came out lick his face.

His
little Nubby, best of doggy.

Look up Nubby the puppy on youtube and then give Obi-Wan a Nubby? Nubby is the sweetest thing ever and Obi-Wan could need him after Qui-Gon’s behavior in TPM

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When
his master abandoned him in favor of his ‘chosen’ one, Obi-Wan
could feel himself floundering without an anchor and it didn’t get
any better when he became a knight and Qui-Gon cut his braid despite
the hands trembling because of the pain Maul had left him with.

Honestly
Qui-Gon was lucky to be alive and the healers said he would recover
without too much issue.

It
meant that Qui-Gon would be temple locked but since Anakin needed to
integrated into the temple, that wasn’t so bad, it meant that
Qui-Gon could focus on Anakin and his recovery without any missions
to distract him.

It
still left Obi-Wan adrift as he took his first solo mission and
started several month long back to back missions that left him
feeling exhausted.

It
was on Corellia he found Nubby.

Or
rather, Nubby found him as a woman awkwardly asked the Jedi if he
would help, the runt of the litter that was only a few hours old
being different from the rest of his siblings.

A
little bottle pup with missing front legs, the Corellian called these
dogs for boxers Obi-Wan faintly thought as
he held the squeaky thing.

He
was pure white but with dark spots around his pink nose and mouth
that could become black if he just… survived.

Tucking
his hands around the little thing, Obi-Wan held him, listened to
Nubby’s little whimpers and felt that adrift feeling inside of him
become determination as he nodded and took the little pup with him.

If
Nubby would just survive the first night.

Obi-Wan
kept Nubby with him, made a little sling to keep the pup warm against
his chest and meditated, resurfacing every hour to bottle feed Nubby
the milk the woman had given Obi-Wan. He
did his duty as a Jedi and took care of Nubby at the same time, the
little pup slowly becoming stronger, slowly getting slightly bigger.

Obi-Wan
used his credits at a pet venue and bought more milk replacement for
the pup and kept feeding him and slept with Nubby curled up in the
same bunk as he, his arms wrapped protectively around him and still
waking once every hour to feed him.

The
puppy got bigger and opened his eyes and looked at Obi-Wan and oh
Force, Obi-Wan couldn’t leave his puppy behind, nuzzling Nubby’s
soft snout with a gentle coo and when he finally had his breakthrough
on the spice ring on Corellia and managed to bring them in with the
Judaical, he celebrated by buying Nubby a harness and a leash, using
the harness and leash to hold him up and let him walk on his hind
legs.

He
bought toys and food and then he was ready to leave, returning to
Coruscant while sending in a request to the council for downtime,
Nubby curiously exploring the cabin of the cruiser they were taking
to Coruscant before semi
rolling, not yet quite able to jump and not strong enough to stand
yet
on his hind legs
onto the bedding Obi-Wan had set up along
with the toys and bowls of food and water.

Laughing
faintly while hitting send, Obi-Wan knelt down to pet the little pup
in
the small cabin.
“You’re a silly one Nubby. I’m gonna have to get you a nice big
bed for our quarters huh?” He teased, grinning brightly when the
pup rolled onto his back and exposed his soft white and pinkish belly
where the fur wasn’t fully grown over just
yet.

Rubbing
the belly gently with his fingers, Obi-Wan smile turned wry as he
realized he had his own helpless stray. “…But you do make me feel
happy, so maybe the ‘helpless’ cue isn’t that big huh? How can
you be helpless when you make me so happy and rush around… you
don’t know any other way of life.” He murmured.

Nubby
gave him a wuffle, big dark eyes staring up at him with big pinkish
white ears flopping around his ears.

Unconditional
love flowing in the Force.

Obi-Wan
stared down at his pup then picked Nubby right up and went to the
bunk, curling up together with his puppy and laving affection on him
with a bright smile as
a wet tongue came out lick his face.

His
little Nubby, best of doggy.

I just finished rereading SweetHoney, it’s one of my favourites. Could you do more? I love that it’s JangoObi but I have always loved CodyWan interactions even when they aren’t the ship, maybe some protective «I love him but I don’t want to have sex with him that’s kinda gross» Cody (maybe even being the one to find him preggers cause of an after battle reaction?)

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Glancing
back to find the General sitting quietly
against the fallen tree with
the bucket held tightly on his lap still
Cody had left him against, the Commander took a deep breath and
continued picking pears from the single fruit tree he had managed to
spot.

The
camp had been bombed and as a result they had all been scattered.

Cody
had managed to stick to his General side but he was the only one and
unfortunately they had no way of communicating the others and didn’t
dare to just go around calling for them as that could gain them enemy
attention and there was no way the alpha was calling the clankers
down on them when Kenobi was ill and injured.

Not
severely but Kenobi was throwing up while escaping and he had
sprained his ankle somehow at some point, limping from the moment
they had escaped from the camp during the night. They had only
stopped once they were sure the clankers weren’t following them,
some time in the early graying morning of the twin suns rising slowly
over the skyline.

A
humid sort of stickiness had instantly started up with the heat of
the suns but Cody didn’t mind too much even though he was
uncomfortable with
the wetness inside his armor.

The
General however looked very uncomfortable and had slowly, after a
glance at Cody, started to unwrap himself from his first layer of
tunic as
Cody pulled off his helmet and handed it over to the Jedi for safe
keeping.

Finally
having an armful of hard but ripe pears, Cody returned to the omega
and knelt down beside him. “I got us some food General, we should
eat while we can.” He encouraged quietly while offering the armful.

Sitting
up a bit, showing off the wet patches around his inner tunic neck and
armpits, Obi-Wan glanced warily at the pears before nodding and
taking one, carefully
setting the bucket aside.

Cody
placed the others on the log beside them before taking one for
himself while straining to listen for any danger coming close to
them, the need to prove himself for his omega pack mate and his
template strong.

He
wanted to prove he was a proper alpha even though he had yet to find
a mate like Rex and helping care for Obi-Wan in his weakened state
was one way of doing it for sure.

So
busy looking for dangers he barely noticed the retching noise until
it was almost too late, barely jerking out of the way when Obi-Wan
suddenly leaned over and threw up the little pear he had managed to
chew.

Dropping
his own pear, Cody moved around the man and placed his hands on his
back, rubbing slowly as Obi-Wan shuddered and threw up bile. “Easy
General, easy, I’m right here, it is going to be alright.” He
promised, mentally reviewing the list of what could be wrong with the
other.

The
problem was that it was a really big list of potentials.

Throwing
up could mean anything from a flu, cancer to pregnancy after all!

Wait…

Cody
mentally paused as a bird flew overhead, his hands moving on
auto-pilot to sooth the omega.

Pregnancy.

Jango
hadn’t outright stated that they were trying for cubs but he had
always looked hopeful after heats, nuzzling and cuddling the General
with his hands rubbing at the omega’s stomach as Obi-Wan smiled
sadly, knowingly.

So
that meant that they might be trying?

Or
at least letting nature take its coarse?

Leaning
in as Obi-Wan finally stopped retching, Cody took a sniff of the
others neck, getting omega pheromones, Jango Fett and…

‘Cubs.’
Cody sat back, pulling his canteen from his hip and pressing it into
the General’s hands, waving away the weak protests. “Rinse
General, you need it and we need to move soon.” He said sternly,
watching the man shut up at the strong command.

Cody
wasn’t using his alpha voice on him but Obi-Wan was still
responding to the sternness and also the overwhelming protectiveness
that Cody must be leaking into the Force that he didn’t even try to
control.

The
General was pregnant, he was injured, Cody and he was isolated from
the rest of the troopers and were without supplies but Cody was still
a proper alpha, he would take care of the omega and make sure they
both remained safe to reunite with the pack.

Retrieving
the canteen once the Jedi was finished, Cody tugged him close and
hugged Obi-Wan, rubbing down his back. “It’s going to be alright.
I won’t let anything happen to us.” He promised without exposing
what he had learned from the others scent, feeling faint tremors of
the others body.

Obi-Wan
stilled before pressing closer, subconsciously latching onto the
safety the other provided.

“I’ll
get you back to Jango.” Cody swore.

I just finished rereading SweetHoney, it’s one of my favourites. Could you do more? I love that it’s JangoObi but I have always loved CodyWan interactions even when they aren’t the ship, maybe some protective «I love him but I don’t want to have sex with him that’s kinda gross» Cody (maybe even being the one to find him preggers cause of an after battle reaction?)

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Glancing
back to find the General sitting quietly
against the fallen tree with
the bucket held tightly on his lap still
Cody had left him against, the Commander took a deep breath and
continued picking pears from the single fruit tree he had managed to
spot.

The
camp had been bombed and as a result they had all been scattered.

Cody
had managed to stick to his General side but he was the only one and
unfortunately they had no way of communicating the others and didn’t
dare to just go around calling for them as that could gain them enemy
attention and there was no way the alpha was calling the clankers
down on them when Kenobi was ill and injured.

Not
severely but Kenobi was throwing up while escaping and he had
sprained his ankle somehow at some point, limping from the moment
they had escaped from the camp during the night. They had only
stopped once they were sure the clankers weren’t following them,
some time in the early graying morning of the twin suns rising slowly
over the skyline.

A
humid sort of stickiness had instantly started up with the heat of
the suns but Cody didn’t mind too much even though he was
uncomfortable with
the wetness inside his armor.

The
General however looked very uncomfortable and had slowly, after a
glance at Cody, started to unwrap himself from his first layer of
tunic as
Cody pulled off his helmet and handed it over to the Jedi for safe
keeping.

Finally
having an armful of hard but ripe pears, Cody returned to the omega
and knelt down beside him. “I got us some food General, we should
eat while we can.” He encouraged quietly while offering the armful.

Sitting
up a bit, showing off the wet patches around his inner tunic neck and
armpits, Obi-Wan glanced warily at the pears before nodding and
taking one, carefully
setting the bucket aside.

Cody
placed the others on the log beside them before taking one for
himself while straining to listen for any danger coming close to
them, the need to prove himself for his omega pack mate and his
template strong.

He
wanted to prove he was a proper alpha even though he had yet to find
a mate like Rex and helping care for Obi-Wan in his weakened state
was one way of doing it for sure.

So
busy looking for dangers he barely noticed the retching noise until
it was almost too late, barely jerking out of the way when Obi-Wan
suddenly leaned over and threw up the little pear he had managed to
chew.

Dropping
his own pear, Cody moved around the man and placed his hands on his
back, rubbing slowly as Obi-Wan shuddered and threw up bile. “Easy
General, easy, I’m right here, it is going to be alright.” He
promised, mentally reviewing the list of what could be wrong with the
other.

The
problem was that it was a really big list of potentials.

Throwing
up could mean anything from a flu, cancer to pregnancy after all!

Wait…

Cody
mentally paused as a bird flew overhead, his hands moving on
auto-pilot to sooth the omega.

Pregnancy.

Jango
hadn’t outright stated that they were trying for cubs but he had
always looked hopeful after heats, nuzzling and cuddling the General
with his hands rubbing at the omega’s stomach as Obi-Wan smiled
sadly, knowingly.

So
that meant that they might be trying?

Or
at least letting nature take its coarse?

Leaning
in as Obi-Wan finally stopped retching, Cody took a sniff of the
others neck, getting omega pheromones, Jango Fett and…

‘Cubs.’
Cody sat back, pulling his canteen from his hip and pressing it into
the General’s hands, waving away the weak protests. “Rinse
General, you need it and we need to move soon.” He said sternly,
watching the man shut up at the strong command.

Cody
wasn’t using his alpha voice on him but Obi-Wan was still
responding to the sternness and also the overwhelming protectiveness
that Cody must be leaking into the Force that he didn’t even try to
control.

The
General was pregnant, he was injured, Cody and he was isolated from
the rest of the troopers and were without supplies but Cody was still
a proper alpha, he would take care of the omega and make sure they
both remained safe to reunite with the pack.

Retrieving
the canteen once the Jedi was finished, Cody tugged him close and
hugged Obi-Wan, rubbing down his back. “It’s going to be alright.
I won’t let anything happen to us.” He promised without exposing
what he had learned from the others scent, feeling faint tremors of
the others body.

Obi-Wan
stilled before pressing closer, subconsciously latching onto the
safety the other provided.

“I’ll
get you back to Jango.” Cody swore.

Ewan McGregor’s birthday has just passed and I wondered if maybe you could write about Obi-Wan’s birthday to celebrate? Thanks :)

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Waking
slowly with his throat dry as a desert planet, Obi-Wan squinted
around the bright room as he took in where he was.

Sighing
deeply as realization struck, Obi-Wan was tempted to groan but his
throat was already burning and there was no way he would damage
himself even more.

He
was in one of the Hall beds, the
beige and white room with sterile smell quite recognizable along with
the slight hum of the machines that Obi-Wan finally noticed he was
hooked up to that were taking his vitals if he were to guess.

The
bed he was in was crisp with sterile bedding and his skin felt
slightly rubbery which alerted him to having been in bacta though for
how long he couldn’t even take an educated guess on since he must
have gained a head injury with how blank his mind was.

‘Last
thing I remember…’ Obi-Wan squinted at the wall for a long moment
before jerking to his feet with a rasping squeal that he would later
deny came from him. The noise however attracted the people standing
outside, his disheveled looking master striding in with a relieved
look on his face.

“Obi-Wan!
You’re awake!” Qui-Gon rumbled out as a healer followed on his
heels, the master reaching his padawan first only to sit down on the
bedside and cupping Obi-Wan’s face. “How do you feel?” The man
asked seriously.

“I,”
Glancing between the healer and his master, Obi-Wan blinked while
resting his hands in his lap. “Sore? Thirsty but other than that
I’m okay… master what happened? Last I remember was the Senator
stepping through the door…” Obi-Wan blinked heavily, his eyes
feeling dry and a bit gritty.

At
the answer, Qui-Gon’s face darkened a bit as the healer moved
around and checked on the machines Obi-Wan was hooked up to. “There
was a bomb, you were caught in the blast of it thanks to the Senator
jumping the gun and walking into a room we hadn’t cleared,” He
murmured darkly while gently scrubbing his fingers through Obi-Wan’s
hair. “You’ve been in bacta for quite a while but Senator Qirpa
only needed some minor treatment.”
There was a disapproving tilt to Qui-Gon’s lips that softened when
he gave Obi-Wan’s braid a small tug of affection.

“You
seem to be doing surprisingly
well padawan Kenobi,” Healer Yivan spoke up, Obi-Wan recognizing
him from his last visit to the Halls as the healer
clipped him from the monitoring systems. “I can actually write you
out into the care of your master, just give me a moment… also
congratulation padawan.” He chuckled kindly before heading to the
door.

Surprised,
Obi-Wan turned to his master as the man lifted a glass from the table
to give his young padawan water from a mug. “Congratulation?”
Obi-Wan repeated in surprise.

Humming
quietly as he poured water, Qui-Gon smirked a bit as he pressed the
water into his hands, the silent order being quickly obeyed as
Obi-Wan’s throat was parched anyhow. He drained the glass in five
semi big gulps and then blinked at his master as the man pulled
something out of his belt pocket. “You’ve spent quite a few days
in bacta I’m sorry to say Obi-Wan,” he said in a teasing tone.
“But still, happy birthday Obi-Wan, you’ve survived another year
with me.”Qui-Gon teased gently as he pressed a multipurpose viro
switchblade into his padawan’s free hand.

Staring
at the switchblade, Obi-Wan blinked several times before snorting and
looking at Qui-Gon grinning brightly as the situation hit him. “You
mean to tell me I woke up on my birthday?” He questioned with some
bemusement.

Nodding
serenely as he continued smiling in warm amusement, Qui-Gon tugged
Obi-Wan’s untidy braid before gently undoing it to fix it for his
padawan, the ties and beads resting in the man’s lap. “Indeed and
once you’ve been given over to me, we are heading to Dex young one.
He has a cake waiting for you after all and I promised you a
milkshake if I remember right.” Qui-Gon stated as his big fingers
twined the thin strands of hair into a perfect braid.

Warmth
spreading in his stomach as he clung to the switchblade, Obi-Wan
beamed at the other Jedi before something occurred to him. “…Master,
do you have my tunic or do I have to walk to our quarters in Hall
garb?” He
questioned worriedly with a frown between his brows, his eyes
widening in horror as the man paused.

“…You
can borrow my cloak for the way back, there
are slippers here after all.”
Qui-Gon hummed then broke out laughing at his padawan’s horrified
look. “Oh Obi-Wan, happy birthday. We are never to old for some
humility in our lives.”

“Yes
master… kark, I’m so glad I have underwear on.” Obi-Wan
whispered to himself only to grin wryly when Qui-Gon broke out
cackling as he tied off the braid.

A
year older and hopefully many more to come at his master’s side for
all the unconventionality Qui-Gon showed.

Ewan McGregor’s birthday has just passed and I wondered if maybe you could write about Obi-Wan’s birthday to celebrate? Thanks :)

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Waking
slowly with his throat dry as a desert planet, Obi-Wan squinted
around the bright room as he took in where he was.

Sighing
deeply as realization struck, Obi-Wan was tempted to groan but his
throat was already burning and there was no way he would damage
himself even more.

He
was in one of the Hall beds, the
beige and white room with sterile smell quite recognizable along with
the slight hum of the machines that Obi-Wan finally noticed he was
hooked up to that were taking his vitals if he were to guess.

The
bed he was in was crisp with sterile bedding and his skin felt
slightly rubbery which alerted him to having been in bacta though for
how long he couldn’t even take an educated guess on since he must
have gained a head injury with how blank his mind was.

‘Last
thing I remember…’ Obi-Wan squinted at the wall for a long moment
before jerking to his feet with a rasping squeal that he would later
deny came from him. The noise however attracted the people standing
outside, his disheveled looking master striding in with a relieved
look on his face.

“Obi-Wan!
You’re awake!” Qui-Gon rumbled out as a healer followed on his
heels, the master reaching his padawan first only to sit down on the
bedside and cupping Obi-Wan’s face. “How do you feel?” The man
asked seriously.

“I,”
Glancing between the healer and his master, Obi-Wan blinked while
resting his hands in his lap. “Sore? Thirsty but other than that
I’m okay… master what happened? Last I remember was the Senator
stepping through the door…” Obi-Wan blinked heavily, his eyes
feeling dry and a bit gritty.

At
the answer, Qui-Gon’s face darkened a bit as the healer moved
around and checked on the machines Obi-Wan was hooked up to. “There
was a bomb, you were caught in the blast of it thanks to the Senator
jumping the gun and walking into a room we hadn’t cleared,” He
murmured darkly while gently scrubbing his fingers through Obi-Wan’s
hair. “You’ve been in bacta for quite a while but Senator Qirpa
only needed some minor treatment.”
There was a disapproving tilt to Qui-Gon’s lips that softened when
he gave Obi-Wan’s braid a small tug of affection.

“You
seem to be doing surprisingly
well padawan Kenobi,” Healer Yivan spoke up, Obi-Wan recognizing
him from his last visit to the Halls as the healer
clipped him from the monitoring systems. “I can actually write you
out into the care of your master, just give me a moment… also
congratulation padawan.” He chuckled kindly before heading to the
door.

Surprised,
Obi-Wan turned to his master as the man lifted a glass from the table
to give his young padawan water from a mug. “Congratulation?”
Obi-Wan repeated in surprise.

Humming
quietly as he poured water, Qui-Gon smirked a bit as he pressed the
water into his hands, the silent order being quickly obeyed as
Obi-Wan’s throat was parched anyhow. He drained the glass in five
semi big gulps and then blinked at his master as the man pulled
something out of his belt pocket. “You’ve spent quite a few days
in bacta I’m sorry to say Obi-Wan,” he said in a teasing tone.
“But still, happy birthday Obi-Wan, you’ve survived another year
with me.”Qui-Gon teased gently as he pressed a multipurpose viro
switchblade into his padawan’s free hand.

Staring
at the switchblade, Obi-Wan blinked several times before snorting and
looking at Qui-Gon grinning brightly as the situation hit him. “You
mean to tell me I woke up on my birthday?” He questioned with some
bemusement.

Nodding
serenely as he continued smiling in warm amusement, Qui-Gon tugged
Obi-Wan’s untidy braid before gently undoing it to fix it for his
padawan, the ties and beads resting in the man’s lap. “Indeed and
once you’ve been given over to me, we are heading to Dex young one.
He has a cake waiting for you after all and I promised you a
milkshake if I remember right.” Qui-Gon stated as his big fingers
twined the thin strands of hair into a perfect braid.

Warmth
spreading in his stomach as he clung to the switchblade, Obi-Wan
beamed at the other Jedi before something occurred to him. “…Master,
do you have my tunic or do I have to walk to our quarters in Hall
garb?” He
questioned worriedly with a frown between his brows, his eyes
widening in horror as the man paused.

“…You
can borrow my cloak for the way back, there
are slippers here after all.”
Qui-Gon hummed then broke out laughing at his padawan’s horrified
look. “Oh Obi-Wan, happy birthday. We are never to old for some
humility in our lives.”

“Yes
master… kark, I’m so glad I have underwear on.” Obi-Wan
whispered to himself only to grin wryly when Qui-Gon broke out
cackling as he tied off the braid.

A
year older and hopefully many more to come at his master’s side for
all the unconventionality Qui-Gon showed.

OurCollarYourNeck: So Mace knows, Mace is going to tell Depa, has Anakin actually figured it out yet or does he still think it’s just Rex and tries to give him the shovel talk, only to be confused when Rex points out the 212th would kill him if he did anything to Their Jetii? Does Anakin find out that Mace knows? Anakin still has some traumatizing info to find in this AU lol Thanks for all the great stories!

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Lol you know, if there is porn you want, you gotta add that to it, I mean its suppose to be kinky but this is all just really fluff XD. Now, on to Ao3!

OurCollarYourNeck: So Mace knows, Mace is going to tell Depa, has Anakin actually figured it out yet or does he still think it’s just Rex and tries to give him the shovel talk, only to be confused when Rex points out the 212th would kill him if he did anything to Their Jetii? Does Anakin find out that Mace knows? Anakin still has some traumatizing info to find in this AU lol Thanks for all the great stories!

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Lol you know, if there is porn you want, you gotta add that to it, I mean its suppose to be kinky but this is all just really fluff XD. Now, on to Ao3!