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In your time travel fic #IAmBen Obi-Wan and Anakin had just decided tot tell the Council about the clones. Can we see that conversation? Or maybe the Jedi going to Kamino early? Thank you for all the excellent fic!

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Very
little could prepare them for Mace to start cursing before throwing a
credit chip at Qui-Gon, the man cackling loudly as Mace glared at
everyone else. “I’ll pay the rest of you at another date.” He
sulked while some of the council members just rubbed thumb and
forefinger together if they had it in the universal ‘pay up’
motion with sly grins.

Ben
and Anakin traded long glances.

Catching
on, Depa just grinned at them. “We kind of suspected something big
was going on, though… I didn’t expect cloning of all things.”
She blinked, rubbing her chin a bit and sitting back in her seat.

“…So
you started a bet?” Anakin blinked at them with wide eyes.

Qui-Gon
pointed at Mace, still wheezing. “He said he’d feel the
shatterpoint, he said he’d figure it out, that it was that large he
would have felt it and
at least have a guess on it, he has bantha shit at this point,
cloning was never in his list of suggestions.”
Qui-Gon finally flopped back in his seat and wiped his eyes.

“Okaaaay,”
Ben blinked, staring at them, tugging awkwardly at one
earring before shaking his head. “Well regardless, the Sith master
is the one orchestrating
the whole thing through former master Yan Dooku unfortunately and
using Sifo-Dyas
as a scapegoat.”

Of
course that made everyone grow serious finally as Ben and Anakin
explained what the clones were ordered for and how things had gone
down.

Both
Ben and Anakin lost their shit however when Yoda spoke up after the
council had soaked up the seriousness. “Pay me you can with showing
up for dinner with me Mace.”

Finally
the two time travelers were allowed to leave, both mute as they made
their way to the elevator as they knew they would be summoned once
more to clarify details once the council had confirmed the troopers
existence since there was some uncertainty.

Neither
Ben nor Anakin took offense to that… too much that was, there was
some offense on Anakin’s side but he understood the need to verify.

Quietly
they made their way towards one of the gardens for a moment of peace,
knowing to take it while they had it as they knew that once the
troopers were out of Sidious and Plagueis
hands…

Well,
things were going to become terrible.

But
hopefully not as terrible as the war had been and then the
destruction of the Jedi.

Flopping
down on the brownish colored grass and rubbing his hands in it,
Anakin sighed deeply and glanced about. “They’re going to stop
the production of the clones, aren’t they?” He questioned quietly
while staring up at the dome ceiling made of glass above them.

“Most
likely.” Ob-Ben answered, moving around Anakin and rustling around
the bushes.

“…Hopefully
I won’t mess things up again, things went so wrong before and I’m
not sure I can handle seeing Padme again,” The blond grimaced. “I
don’t think there will be a Luke and Leia this time.”

Ben
paused somewhere at the edge of his sight but Anakin didn’t turn
away from the sky he could barely see through Coruscant’s clouds
made of both normal sky and pollution.

Then
he jerked in shock as Ben came over and dropped something on his
head. “Wha-”

Touching
the thing Ben
dropped on his head with a noise of confusion, Anakin looked up at
the other with wide eyes as he pulled the soft thing a bit to see
what it was.

A
flower crown of those yellow flowers that grew everywhere, even
in the temple gardens.

Weren’t
those… weeds?

Why
were there weeds in the temple gardens!?

Invasive
as all hell and could start growing on the worst of planets?

“Dandelions
are flowers that can grow practically everywhere,” Ben
knelt down in front of him, smiling at his padawan as
if he knew what the other was thinking.
“They stand for survival through the harshest of conditions and the
warmth of many
suns
because of their yellow glow. And when they get ready to let go of
their seeds they are also said to make wishes come true when you blow
off all the seeds to let them fly.” He brushed his hand down over
Anakin’s cheek. “Just like you and
me,
they survived not
because they were nurtured but despite
all the shit that was thrown at us
and you glow just as brightly as
these blooms.
They may be weed to others, but to me? They’re quite the beautiful
flower.” Ben
smiled wryly.

Blinking
several time, dropping his hands down in his lap while leaving the
flower crown alone, Anakin
stared at Ben before swallowing harshly and throwing himself at Ben,
clinging to the other man, the only other one who understood all
Anakin had gone through. “Ben…”

“We’re
weeds Anakin, beautiful and flawed and yet alive,” Ben whispered
into his hair, hugging him tightly. “Utterly alive with second
chances… lets not let Sidious win this time.” He squeezed the
other.

Then
he smiled sadly as the adult in a teen’s body started to silently
cry into his tunic, his body shaking.

In your time travel fic #IAmBen Obi-Wan and Anakin had just decided tot tell the Council about the clones. Can we see that conversation? Or maybe the Jedi going to Kamino early? Thank you for all the excellent fic!

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Very
little could prepare them for Mace to start cursing before throwing a
credit chip at Qui-Gon, the man cackling loudly as Mace glared at
everyone else. “I’ll pay the rest of you at another date.” He
sulked while some of the council members just rubbed thumb and
forefinger together if they had it in the universal ‘pay up’
motion with sly grins.

Ben
and Anakin traded long glances.

Catching
on, Depa just grinned at them. “We kind of suspected something big
was going on, though… I didn’t expect cloning of all things.”
She blinked, rubbing her chin a bit and sitting back in her seat.

“…So
you started a bet?” Anakin blinked at them with wide eyes.

Qui-Gon
pointed at Mace, still wheezing. “He said he’d feel the
shatterpoint, he said he’d figure it out, that it was that large he
would have felt it and
at least have a guess on it, he has bantha shit at this point,
cloning was never in his list of suggestions.”
Qui-Gon finally flopped back in his seat and wiped his eyes.

“Okaaaay,”
Ben blinked, staring at them, tugging awkwardly at one
earring before shaking his head. “Well regardless, the Sith master
is the one orchestrating
the whole thing through former master Yan Dooku unfortunately and
using Sifo-Dyas
as a scapegoat.”

Of
course that made everyone grow serious finally as Ben and Anakin
explained what the clones were ordered for and how things had gone
down.

Both
Ben and Anakin lost their shit however when Yoda spoke up after the
council had soaked up the seriousness. “Pay me you can with showing
up for dinner with me Mace.”

Finally
the two time travelers were allowed to leave, both mute as they made
their way to the elevator as they knew they would be summoned once
more to clarify details once the council had confirmed the troopers
existence since there was some uncertainty.

Neither
Ben nor Anakin took offense to that… too much that was, there was
some offense on Anakin’s side but he understood the need to verify.

Quietly
they made their way towards one of the gardens for a moment of peace,
knowing to take it while they had it as they knew that once the
troopers were out of Sidious and Plagueis
hands…

Well,
things were going to become terrible.

But
hopefully not as terrible as the war had been and then the
destruction of the Jedi.

Flopping
down on the brownish colored grass and rubbing his hands in it,
Anakin sighed deeply and glanced about. “They’re going to stop
the production of the clones, aren’t they?” He questioned quietly
while staring up at the dome ceiling made of glass above them.

“Most
likely.” Ob-Ben answered, moving around Anakin and rustling around
the bushes.

“…Hopefully
I won’t mess things up again, things went so wrong before and I’m
not sure I can handle seeing Padme again,” The blond grimaced. “I
don’t think there will be a Luke and Leia this time.”

Ben
paused somewhere at the edge of his sight but Anakin didn’t turn
away from the sky he could barely see through Coruscant’s clouds
made of both normal sky and pollution.

Then
he jerked in shock as Ben came over and dropped something on his
head. “Wha-”

Touching
the thing Ben
dropped on his head with a noise of confusion, Anakin looked up at
the other with wide eyes as he pulled the soft thing a bit to see
what it was.

A
flower crown of those yellow flowers that grew everywhere, even
in the temple gardens.

Weren’t
those… weeds?

Why
were there weeds in the temple gardens!?

Invasive
as all hell and could start growing on the worst of planets?

“Dandelions
are flowers that can grow practically everywhere,” Ben
knelt down in front of him, smiling at his padawan as
if he knew what the other was thinking.
“They stand for survival through the harshest of conditions and the
warmth of many
suns
because of their yellow glow. And when they get ready to let go of
their seeds they are also said to make wishes come true when you blow
off all the seeds to let them fly.” He brushed his hand down over
Anakin’s cheek. “Just like you and
me,
they survived not
because they were nurtured but despite
all the shit that was thrown at us
and you glow just as brightly as
these blooms.
They may be weed to others, but to me? They’re quite the beautiful
flower.” Ben
smiled wryly.

Blinking
several time, dropping his hands down in his lap while leaving the
flower crown alone, Anakin
stared at Ben before swallowing harshly and throwing himself at Ben,
clinging to the other man, the only other one who understood all
Anakin had gone through. “Ben…”

“We’re
weeds Anakin, beautiful and flawed and yet alive,” Ben whispered
into his hair, hugging him tightly. “Utterly alive with second
chances… lets not let Sidious win this time.” He squeezed the
other.

Then
he smiled sadly as the adult in a teen’s body started to silently
cry into his tunic, his body shaking.

Can we pls see some soft intimacy and exploration in silent screams?? Soft cuddles and kisses and things maybe ❤️

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Waving
at Anakin before the blond disappeared out of the quarters to go see
his wife, Obi-Wan lifted the cups of tea he
had made
and made his way over to Qui-Gon with a small smile on his lips as
the man pushed his reading glasses up on his nose and squinted at the
pad with his singular eye.

Qui-Gon
hadn’t opted for a new eye but had taken the leg to go with a new
arm and was still adjusting to that.

So
for now he was mostly doing paperwork, there
was really quite a lot of it Qui-Gon had found out and it kept him
busy.

Not
that Obi-Wan minded luckily,
it gave him more time to continue working his safety measures, to get
used to the world around him again.

He
may seem to be doing good but he still had bad days when he woke up
in the dark of the room and thought that he was back in the cell
Sidious had kept him in and made him scream until his voice broke and
his mind splintered.

Qui-Gon
would, if he was awake to
hear and feel him,
come
rushing to his bedroom to bring
him back as gently as possible, holding Obi-Wan in a lose, assuring
hold while whispering nonsensical
comforts into his ears, a warm and bright point sharing the same bed
as he and
physically comforting in the best of ways.

The
real
way.

Not
just something imagined in his darkest moment as a fleeting worth of
comfort to sooth him as
Qui-Gon knew the other had imagined often in an attempt to become
free.

“Oh,
thank you Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon accepted the cup as gingerly as he
could with the mech hand as he rested his pad on his lap, welcoming
the redhead against him by slipping his flesh arm around him. “Mmmn,
sapir.” The Jedi sighed happily as he sniffed the aromatic tea.

Burrowing
close while settling in, Obi-Wan smiled up at him. “Favorite.” He
chirped.

Chortling
at that while blowing on the tea, Qui-Gon just gave a single nod.

They
sat quietly together, Qui-Gon still focused on his pad though he was
giving some of his attention to Obi-Wan and some to his tea.

He
was therefor somewhat aware when Obi-Wan shifted and adjusted
Qui-Gon’s arm around him, letting it fall from the redhead’s
shoulders until it stopped around the others still too slender waist.

Heart
jumping into his throat, Qui-Gon looked at the other with a wide eye
full of concern only to slowly relaxed when all Obi-Wan did was to
smile slightly at him while taking a sip of tea.

“…Obi-Wan?”
He rumbled, tone questioning and leery.

Taking
a new sip, either because he was delaying the answer or because he
needed tea courage, Obi-Wan let out a breath through his nose.
“…Safe. I’m safe here. Safe with you.” He whispered before
leaning up and pressing a hesitant kiss to the others cheek.

The
tickle of the beard made him smile however before he sat back enough
to stare at Qui-Gon, not fearful but wary to the others reaction.

“…Are
you sure Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon rumbled, holding tightly onto his cup to
the to the point they both heard a little click as it cracked a bit
in the man’s mech hand. “I wouldn’t want to make you
uncomfortable o-” He shut up as Obi-Wan sniggered quietly at him,
biting his bottom lip.

“Safe
Qui-Gon,” Obi-Wan grinned at him, squinting slightly with his
damaged eyes. “Happy,
you make me happy.” He tacked on with a bright smile before
pressing closer into the bigger male.

Swallowing
heavily, Qui-Gon couldn’t help a smile that stretched his Sith
inflicted scars. “…So what do you want from me then?” He
questioned quietly, voice trembling with emotions at the trust
Obi-Wan was giving him.

Nuzzling
a bit at the warm chest, Obi-Wan stared at his cup before looking up.
“What
do you want?” He asked in return, raising one brow a bit.

Snorting,
Qui-Gon relaxed a bit. ‘Okay, that’s assuring at least.’
Shrugging, he smiled at Obi-Wan. “I want to build an equal
relationship, to make it work and to make it a mutual thing because
I’m not sure if you understand what you’re asking for.” He
admitted freely.

Obi-Wan
flinched
a bit but nodded, understanding Qui-Gon’s concern considering all
that had happened to him. “I… can we take it slow? See if it
works?” He asked meekly.

“We
could
do that.” The older Jedi agreed quietly raising a brow when Obi-Wan
stared at him expectantly. “…What?” Qui-Gon chuckled.

Obi-Wan
bit
his lips before setting his cup down on the caff table. “Hugs
and maybe kisses?” He asked hopefully as
he sought for assurance,
feeling a bit on edge for some reason only to relax when Qui-Gon
lowered his head instantly
and
pressed several gentle kisses to his cheek and forehead.

“Like
so?” Qui-Gon whispered teasingly, endeared by the soft pink blush
in Obi-Wan’s cheeks.

“Nuhu,
here.” Obi-Wan tapped his lips, smiling bashfully.

‘I
don’t know what’s going to happen to our future, I don’t know
what’s even going to happen to the Jedi order or the Republic…
but I do know I’ll be here for you Obi-Wan.’ Qui-Gon promised
internally as he chastely sealed his lips over the others in a slow
and tender kiss as
some delighted part of him babbled about healing, about the progress
Obi-Wan was showing.

Obi-Wan
was free and he was healing and life would continue forward.

Finally
they could all recover from war and torture and just love for a bit
in peace.

Can we pls see some soft intimacy and exploration in silent screams?? Soft cuddles and kisses and things maybe ❤️

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Waving
at Anakin before the blond disappeared out of the quarters to go see
his wife, Obi-Wan lifted the cups of tea he
had made
and made his way over to Qui-Gon with a small smile on his lips as
the man pushed his reading glasses up on his nose and squinted at the
pad with his singular eye.

Qui-Gon
hadn’t opted for a new eye but had taken the leg to go with a new
arm and was still adjusting to that.

So
for now he was mostly doing paperwork, there
was really quite a lot of it Qui-Gon had found out and it kept him
busy.

Not
that Obi-Wan minded luckily,
it gave him more time to continue working his safety measures, to get
used to the world around him again.

He
may seem to be doing good but he still had bad days when he woke up
in the dark of the room and thought that he was back in the cell
Sidious had kept him in and made him scream until his voice broke and
his mind splintered.

Qui-Gon
would, if he was awake to
hear and feel him,
come
rushing to his bedroom to bring
him back as gently as possible, holding Obi-Wan in a lose, assuring
hold while whispering nonsensical
comforts into his ears, a warm and bright point sharing the same bed
as he and
physically comforting in the best of ways.

The
real
way.

Not
just something imagined in his darkest moment as a fleeting worth of
comfort to sooth him as
Qui-Gon knew the other had imagined often in an attempt to become
free.

“Oh,
thank you Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon accepted the cup as gingerly as he
could with the mech hand as he rested his pad on his lap, welcoming
the redhead against him by slipping his flesh arm around him. “Mmmn,
sapir.” The Jedi sighed happily as he sniffed the aromatic tea.

Burrowing
close while settling in, Obi-Wan smiled up at him. “Favorite.” He
chirped.

Chortling
at that while blowing on the tea, Qui-Gon just gave a single nod.

They
sat quietly together, Qui-Gon still focused on his pad though he was
giving some of his attention to Obi-Wan and some to his tea.

He
was therefor somewhat aware when Obi-Wan shifted and adjusted
Qui-Gon’s arm around him, letting it fall from the redhead’s
shoulders until it stopped around the others still too slender waist.

Heart
jumping into his throat, Qui-Gon looked at the other with a wide eye
full of concern only to slowly relaxed when all Obi-Wan did was to
smile slightly at him while taking a sip of tea.

“…Obi-Wan?”
He rumbled, tone questioning and leery.

Taking
a new sip, either because he was delaying the answer or because he
needed tea courage, Obi-Wan let out a breath through his nose.
“…Safe. I’m safe here. Safe with you.” He whispered before
leaning up and pressing a hesitant kiss to the others cheek.

The
tickle of the beard made him smile however before he sat back enough
to stare at Qui-Gon, not fearful but wary to the others reaction.

“…Are
you sure Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon rumbled, holding tightly onto his cup to
the to the point they both heard a little click as it cracked a bit
in the man’s mech hand. “I wouldn’t want to make you
uncomfortable o-” He shut up as Obi-Wan sniggered quietly at him,
biting his bottom lip.

“Safe
Qui-Gon,” Obi-Wan grinned at him, squinting slightly with his
damaged eyes. “Happy,
you make me happy.” He tacked on with a bright smile before
pressing closer into the bigger male.

Swallowing
heavily, Qui-Gon couldn’t help a smile that stretched his Sith
inflicted scars. “…So what do you want from me then?” He
questioned quietly, voice trembling with emotions at the trust
Obi-Wan was giving him.

Nuzzling
a bit at the warm chest, Obi-Wan stared at his cup before looking up.
“What
do you want?” He asked in return, raising one brow a bit.

Snorting,
Qui-Gon relaxed a bit. ‘Okay, that’s assuring at least.’
Shrugging, he smiled at Obi-Wan. “I want to build an equal
relationship, to make it work and to make it a mutual thing because
I’m not sure if you understand what you’re asking for.” He
admitted freely.

Obi-Wan
flinched
a bit but nodded, understanding Qui-Gon’s concern considering all
that had happened to him. “I… can we take it slow? See if it
works?” He asked meekly.

“We
could
do that.” The older Jedi agreed quietly raising a brow when Obi-Wan
stared at him expectantly. “…What?” Qui-Gon chuckled.

Obi-Wan
bit
his lips before setting his cup down on the caff table. “Hugs
and maybe kisses?” He asked hopefully as
he sought for assurance,
feeling a bit on edge for some reason only to relax when Qui-Gon
lowered his head instantly
and
pressed several gentle kisses to his cheek and forehead.

“Like
so?” Qui-Gon whispered teasingly, endeared by the soft pink blush
in Obi-Wan’s cheeks.

“Nuhu,
here.” Obi-Wan tapped his lips, smiling bashfully.

‘I
don’t know what’s going to happen to our future, I don’t know
what’s even going to happen to the Jedi order or the Republic…
but I do know I’ll be here for you Obi-Wan.’ Qui-Gon promised
internally as he chastely sealed his lips over the others in a slow
and tender kiss as
some delighted part of him babbled about healing, about the progress
Obi-Wan was showing.

Obi-Wan
was free and he was healing and life would continue forward.

Finally
they could all recover from war and torture and just love for a bit
in peace.

Can we see more of Sweet Memories au? Was Obi-Wan’s dream just a dream, or was Qui-Gon’s subconscious trying to make contact?

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Standing
in the kitchen entrance, Qui-Gon stared.

This…

He’d
seen this before.

Obi-Wan
standing at the stove, a green apron on with text that he couldn’t
quite see, his hair gathered back in a small tail and a splosh of
flour on his apron. He’s
only wearing a long tunic and maybe that tunic belongs to Qui-Gon
because it was much too large for Obi-Wan pretty much everywhere as
it laid over his thighs and was rolled up a few times to prevent it
sliding over his hands.

There’s
tea gently simmering by his elbow, soon ready if Qui-Gon was smelling
right and just…

Obi-Wan
looked beautiful.

Sun
shining in the window, Obi-Wan is standing in the tunic and apron,
tea at the ready, breakfast in make and Qui-Gon could only think how
beautiful the other looked in his sleepy and under dressed state, a
bit disheveled and Qui-Gon wanted to walk over and kiss his cheek,
steal the tea from him and drink, knowing Obi-Wan would scold him if
he did.

He’d
seen this before, he had done
that before he would bet.

Teasingly
steal and drink Obi-Wan’s tea and for Qui-Gon’s inner eye a flash
of laughing green eyes appeared for him.

A
memory, a good one.

He
could understand how he came to love the other if that was how they
interacted.

Slowly,
Qui-Gon swallowed his nerves and slid closer, pressing himself to
Obi-Wan’s back and ignoring the surprised yelp as he slid his arms
around the man, nuzzling gently into the pale neck on offer as
Obi-Wan twisted a bit to look at him in surprise and hope.

Settling
a hand on the warmth that was Obi-Wan’s stomach under clothes,
Qui-Gon took a deep breath. “…This feels familiar.” He
whispered, closing his eyes.

“…Are
you trying to trigger memories?” Obi-Wan questioned quietly, slowly
shifting and then turning the hashbrowns in the pan.

Nodding,
Qui-Gon ran his nose along Obi-Wan’s neck before settling again. “I
don’t have it all but… I know I want to date you. This feels
right, it doesn’t feel like I’m… violating something or taking
advantage. And
you are very
much and adult of your own mind.” He tacked on while mentally
adding how sad Obi-Wan was these days because of Qui-Gon.

Snorting,
Obi-Wan straightened a bit in his grasp but didn’t pull away.
“Indeed, you couldn’t change my mind if you tried though we
regularly did discuss various topics as equals I will have you know.
You never did manage to get me over to the Nurava theoreti-”

“Hey,
I’ll have you know that her principles were quite convincing about
the flow of the Force.” Qui-Gon broke in, tugging him tightly in
with a huff.

Obi-Wan
just snorted loudly and shifted the finished hashbrowns onto a ready
plate. “When bantha’s fly Qui, and I’ll have you know that
would be bad for us, for once the bantha poodo-”

Covering
the others mouth with a laugh, Qui-Gon wondered what had made him so
anxious about this before.

Of
course Obi-Wan wouldn’t let himself be taken advantage of, wouldn’t
let his own opinions be overridden by Qui-Gon of all people.

Oh
no, Obi-Wan would argue himself blue if it came to something Qui-Gon
suggested and he felt rather silly suddenly as the redhead playfully
nipped at his palm to get the hand away, laughing too while wiggling
happily in the older Jedi’s grasp.

‘He’s
an adult with full grasp of who he is and what he wants and if he
wants a broken old Jedi like me, then… well, I’m going to be
selfish and let him have me. This warm, beautiful man.’ Qui-Gon
pressed a kiss to the other’s cheek and stole the tea on the
counter for a sip, smiling around the rim as Obi-Wan playfully
scolded him.

So his memories weren’t there and might never come back.

‘I’ll just have to make new ones with Obi-Wan.’ Qui-Gon settled on, greeting Anakin good morning as the teen finally came, rubbing his eyes while lighting up when he saw the two wrapped up around each other.

Can we see more of Sweet Memories au? Was Obi-Wan’s dream just a dream, or was Qui-Gon’s subconscious trying to make contact?

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Standing
in the kitchen entrance, Qui-Gon stared.

This…

He’d
seen this before.

Obi-Wan
standing at the stove, a green apron on with text that he couldn’t
quite see, his hair gathered back in a small tail and a splosh of
flour on his apron. He’s
only wearing a long tunic and maybe that tunic belongs to Qui-Gon
because it was much too large for Obi-Wan pretty much everywhere as
it laid over his thighs and was rolled up a few times to prevent it
sliding over his hands.

There’s
tea gently simmering by his elbow, soon ready if Qui-Gon was smelling
right and just…

Obi-Wan
looked beautiful.

Sun
shining in the window, Obi-Wan is standing in the tunic and apron,
tea at the ready, breakfast in make and Qui-Gon could only think how
beautiful the other looked in his sleepy and under dressed state, a
bit disheveled and Qui-Gon wanted to walk over and kiss his cheek,
steal the tea from him and drink, knowing Obi-Wan would scold him if
he did.

He’d
seen this before, he had done
that before he would bet.

Teasingly
steal and drink Obi-Wan’s tea and for Qui-Gon’s inner eye a flash
of laughing green eyes appeared for him.

A
memory, a good one.

He
could understand how he came to love the other if that was how they
interacted.

Slowly,
Qui-Gon swallowed his nerves and slid closer, pressing himself to
Obi-Wan’s back and ignoring the surprised yelp as he slid his arms
around the man, nuzzling gently into the pale neck on offer as
Obi-Wan twisted a bit to look at him in surprise and hope.

Settling
a hand on the warmth that was Obi-Wan’s stomach under clothes,
Qui-Gon took a deep breath. “…This feels familiar.” He
whispered, closing his eyes.

“…Are
you trying to trigger memories?” Obi-Wan questioned quietly, slowly
shifting and then turning the hashbrowns in the pan.

Nodding,
Qui-Gon ran his nose along Obi-Wan’s neck before settling again. “I
don’t have it all but… I know I want to date you. This feels
right, it doesn’t feel like I’m… violating something or taking
advantage. And
you are very
much and adult of your own mind.” He tacked on while mentally
adding how sad Obi-Wan was these days because of Qui-Gon.

Snorting,
Obi-Wan straightened a bit in his grasp but didn’t pull away.
“Indeed, you couldn’t change my mind if you tried though we
regularly did discuss various topics as equals I will have you know.
You never did manage to get me over to the Nurava theoreti-”

“Hey,
I’ll have you know that her principles were quite convincing about
the flow of the Force.” Qui-Gon broke in, tugging him tightly in
with a huff.

Obi-Wan
just snorted loudly and shifted the finished hashbrowns onto a ready
plate. “When bantha’s fly Qui, and I’ll have you know that
would be bad for us, for once the bantha poodo-”

Covering
the others mouth with a laugh, Qui-Gon wondered what had made him so
anxious about this before.

Of
course Obi-Wan wouldn’t let himself be taken advantage of, wouldn’t
let his own opinions be overridden by Qui-Gon of all people.

Oh
no, Obi-Wan would argue himself blue if it came to something Qui-Gon
suggested and he felt rather silly suddenly as the redhead playfully
nipped at his palm to get the hand away, laughing too while wiggling
happily in the older Jedi’s grasp.

‘He’s
an adult with full grasp of who he is and what he wants and if he
wants a broken old Jedi like me, then… well, I’m going to be
selfish and let him have me. This warm, beautiful man.’ Qui-Gon
pressed a kiss to the other’s cheek and stole the tea on the
counter for a sip, smiling around the rim as Obi-Wan playfully
scolded him.

So his memories weren’t there and might never come back.

‘I’ll just have to make new ones with Obi-Wan.’ Qui-Gon settled on, greeting Anakin good morning as the teen finally came, rubbing his eyes while lighting up when he saw the two wrapped up around each other.

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Yawning
deeply
and glancing to the door when it opened, Obi-Wan perked up as he saw
his two visitors, having half expected one of the healers instead of
the ones who arrived. “Boba!”
Half rising from his bed, Obi-Wan held his arms open for the young,
scarred boy, hugging him tightly when
he instantly crawled up on the bed for a good hug
as Jango followed in and glanced about, his amber
eyes lingering on the incubator before nodding at Skywalker. Anakin
just nodded back, sitting back in the recliner by the incubator with
a tired smile on his lips.

Anakin
didn’t like resting without someone around the babies.

Just
in case.

Because
he was a damn worry wart.

“Obi-Wan!
Where are the babies?!” Boba gasped while pulling his face from the
others medical tunic, looking around before staring at the incubator
where the twins were resting and then looking at Obi-Wan. “Wait,
you’re still round.” He pouted at the redhead.

Barking
out a laugh and wincing a bit at
the pain that gave him,
Obi-Wan grinned at him. “Well that’s one way of putting it,” He
chuckled even as Jango coughed in embarrassment for his blunt son.
“I’m going to remain a bit round around the stomach and might not
get rid of it hatcling, because the babies were in there and grew and
my body might not go back to how it was.” He explained calmly to
the kid, not offended at all as he settled.

He
knew that he wouldn’t be the same after the kids anyhow, after all,
the stretchmarks over his belly was a clear indication on that and
depending on how he trained, his stomach might remain a bit flabby
but to be fair, Obi-Wan grew two babies inside of him and pushed them
out and honestly, he’d carry those stretchmarks as medals of
triumph honestly.

Boba
blinked large brown eyes at him before nodding and shuffling off the
bed, hurrying over to the incubator instead to peer inside.

It
occurred to Obi-Wan that for all that the Kamino’s did their
cloning, Boba might not have seen a real baby outside of the tanks
before and
now that he was seeing two, twitching and smacking their lips, Boba
was fascinated by them.

As
it was, Obi-Wan turned his attention up on Jango, smiling at the
bounty hunter. “Glad they let you in, the others weren’t certain
until Anakin and I vouched for you and the security you gave us on
Kamino.” He murmured quietly so
Boba wouldn’t catch on.

Jango
smirked wryly. “If I were them, I wouldn’t trust me either. I am
a bounty hunter after all,” He noted calmly before settling down on
a chair by the bed. “Good to see you’re up. The
holo calls weren’t enough to really reassure Boba.” Or him
clearly but Obi-Wan didn’t expect Jango to say that.

Pressing
back into his pillows, Obi-Wan smiled wryly. “Considering it all,
I’m doing pretty good,” Obi-Wan breathed deeply before brushing
his hair back. “I mean, I have nightmares and the healers are
suspecting ptsd but that’s not too shocking.” He shrugged a bit.

Wrinkling
his nose, Jango nodded while sitting back, crossing his arms over his
chest. “…But your kids are out and healthy.” He noted, glancing
at the two little bundles, staring at little hands.

Softening
up, Obi-Wan smiled. “That they are.
I just need to recover and they need to finish developing and things
can finally go back to normal.” He breathed out heavily, closing
his eyes for a few moments and opening them to meet Jango’s amused
look. “What?”

“Normal?
With two babies?” Jango smirked at him.

Raising
his hands, Obi-Wan laughed. “Okay, okay, I know, it won’t be
totally normal but it will be as good. I’ll take all the screaming
and diapers and tantrums compared to what was happening before.” He
settled on, meeting Anakin’s warm eyes as the other was both aware
of Boba and of the conversation Jango and his mate had.

“So,
what’s going to happen to the clones now?” Anakin asked.

The
change in subject caused Jango to pause before sighing. “I don’t
know. They’re all paid for, all finished, the kamino’s
technically can’t do a thing to them because they’re paid for,
they’re ‘products’ as they would say,” He stated slowly as
both Jedi exchanged long looks. “And since technically they are
paid for by a Jedi… they belong to the Jedi order. Or that’s how
they will see it at least. So…” Jango trailed off.

“So
it will need to be brought up with the council and Dooku.” Anakin
finished up, all three adults sighing deeply.

“Dad
can I get a sibling too?” Boba asked in some excitement, Jango
gaining a taun-taun in headlight look as he stared at his boy before
stammering out a reply that sounded something along the lines of
maybe or flibbidybab.

Regardless
what it was, it had Obi-Wan breaking out into peels of laughter with
Anakin following a moment later with his own wheeze.

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Yawning
deeply
and glancing to the door when it opened, Obi-Wan perked up as he saw
his two visitors, having half expected one of the healers instead of
the ones who arrived. “Boba!”
Half rising from his bed, Obi-Wan held his arms open for the young,
scarred boy, hugging him tightly when
he instantly crawled up on the bed for a good hug
as Jango followed in and glanced about, his amber
eyes lingering on the incubator before nodding at Skywalker. Anakin
just nodded back, sitting back in the recliner by the incubator with
a tired smile on his lips.

Anakin
didn’t like resting without someone around the babies.

Just
in case.

Because
he was a damn worry wart.

“Obi-Wan!
Where are the babies?!” Boba gasped while pulling his face from the
others medical tunic, looking around before staring at the incubator
where the twins were resting and then looking at Obi-Wan. “Wait,
you’re still round.” He pouted at the redhead.

Barking
out a laugh and wincing a bit at
the pain that gave him,
Obi-Wan grinned at him. “Well that’s one way of putting it,” He
chuckled even as Jango coughed in embarrassment for his blunt son.
“I’m going to remain a bit round around the stomach and might not
get rid of it hatcling, because the babies were in there and grew and
my body might not go back to how it was.” He explained calmly to
the kid, not offended at all as he settled.

He
knew that he wouldn’t be the same after the kids anyhow, after all,
the stretchmarks over his belly was a clear indication on that and
depending on how he trained, his stomach might remain a bit flabby
but to be fair, Obi-Wan grew two babies inside of him and pushed them
out and honestly, he’d carry those stretchmarks as medals of
triumph honestly.

Boba
blinked large brown eyes at him before nodding and shuffling off the
bed, hurrying over to the incubator instead to peer inside.

It
occurred to Obi-Wan that for all that the Kamino’s did their
cloning, Boba might not have seen a real baby outside of the tanks
before and
now that he was seeing two, twitching and smacking their lips, Boba
was fascinated by them.

As
it was, Obi-Wan turned his attention up on Jango, smiling at the
bounty hunter. “Glad they let you in, the others weren’t certain
until Anakin and I vouched for you and the security you gave us on
Kamino.” He murmured quietly so
Boba wouldn’t catch on.

Jango
smirked wryly. “If I were them, I wouldn’t trust me either. I am
a bounty hunter after all,” He noted calmly before settling down on
a chair by the bed. “Good to see you’re up. The
holo calls weren’t enough to really reassure Boba.” Or him
clearly but Obi-Wan didn’t expect Jango to say that.

Pressing
back into his pillows, Obi-Wan smiled wryly. “Considering it all,
I’m doing pretty good,” Obi-Wan breathed deeply before brushing
his hair back. “I mean, I have nightmares and the healers are
suspecting ptsd but that’s not too shocking.” He shrugged a bit.

Wrinkling
his nose, Jango nodded while sitting back, crossing his arms over his
chest. “…But your kids are out and healthy.” He noted, glancing
at the two little bundles, staring at little hands.

Softening
up, Obi-Wan smiled. “That they are.
I just need to recover and they need to finish developing and things
can finally go back to normal.” He breathed out heavily, closing
his eyes for a few moments and opening them to meet Jango’s amused
look. “What?”

“Normal?
With two babies?” Jango smirked at him.

Raising
his hands, Obi-Wan laughed. “Okay, okay, I know, it won’t be
totally normal but it will be as good. I’ll take all the screaming
and diapers and tantrums compared to what was happening before.” He
settled on, meeting Anakin’s warm eyes as the other was both aware
of Boba and of the conversation Jango and his mate had.

“So,
what’s going to happen to the clones now?” Anakin asked.

The
change in subject caused Jango to pause before sighing. “I don’t
know. They’re all paid for, all finished, the kamino’s
technically can’t do a thing to them because they’re paid for,
they’re ‘products’ as they would say,” He stated slowly as
both Jedi exchanged long looks. “And since technically they are
paid for by a Jedi… they belong to the Jedi order. Or that’s how
they will see it at least. So…” Jango trailed off.

“So
it will need to be brought up with the council and Dooku.” Anakin
finished up, all three adults sighing deeply.

“Dad
can I get a sibling too?” Boba asked in some excitement, Jango
gaining a taun-taun in headlight look as he stared at his boy before
stammering out a reply that sounded something along the lines of
maybe or flibbidybab.

Regardless
what it was, it had Obi-Wan breaking out into peels of laughter with
Anakin following a moment later with his own wheeze.

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It
is undeniable.

Mace
really likes these Jango Fett clones, these men and his heart breaks
as he knows what he must do.

The
Jedi are put between a rock and a hard place thanks to the Senate and
of course they could refuse but if they did…

Mace
has heard the whispers about the Jedi, he’s kept his ear to the
ground and he knows that not even half of the Senators trusts the
Jedi, sees them as little else than a strange order of warriors and
have forgotten what they really are.

And
so Mace takes his command of these men and burns his heart and soul
in the process to try and keep them safe and yet still lead them out
into battle. But he doesn’t stop himself from getting to know them,
learning their names, their faces, what they like and seeing the
wonder on their faces.

He
knows as the days go on that the clones will become even ‘younger’
with less training because there’s less time but he hopes… well
maybe if he burns his soul out, maybe they can end this war because
there is no victory for the Jedi order here.

So
he lets himself know them, gets comfortable with Commander Pond and
asks the man often about tactics and the best way to station the men
as Pond knows better a multiple men assault than Mace ever will and
knows the men’s capabilities a hell of a lot better.

So
he fights at the front with them and tries, Force does he try,
to keep his men safe and pull them away from danger when he can but
he is just one man and he is a flawed man who can not do the
impossible even if his Jedi abilities make it seem so to certain.

And
the men see him tired, they see him bleed and they see him collapsed
and knows better than anyone that isn’t a Jedi or Ranger that the
Jedi aren’t perfect as they steam the bleeding and props him up and
out of danger.

Clones
of Jango they may be, but they are men of their own making, of their
own colors as they paint their armor and shave their hair or let it
grow, tattoos with color and eyes with humor or pain. It is
undeniable, Mace Windu adores
his men.

And
he sees the same in Obi-Wan’s eyes when they meet up, a tired sort
of understanding passing between the two before Obi-Wan in good humor
suggest a decent sparring as, in the man’s own word, ‘sheering
down a droid a size isn’t really good for dueling’ with a warm
laugh and twinkling green eyes.

With
a hum of amusement, Mace accepts.

It’s
a breath of fresh air in the war, to settle into each their own
position, Soresu against Vapaad and Mace lets himself sink into the
style even if Obi-Wan has very little darkness to draw on to fight
against the man.

But
it feels good, chasing after Obi-Wan with aggressive thrusts and have
them parried as the Soresu master stands firm against the aggressive
Vapaad as Mace knew he would.

With
a touch of Ataru mixed in as Obi-Wan bounces into the air and spins
around only to land easily and once more go in a tightly controlled
arch against Mace with a grin on his face as this duel is more like a
play than an actual battle.

And
Mace can feel these men he adores have come to watch and well…
maybe he’s showing off a bit but if the glittering in Obi-Wan’s
eyes and the grin lurking his lips are any indication than he is not
the only one showing off.

So
they twist and twirl and they spin and they sweat and he can hear
Obi-Wan laugh and his own men cheering him on while Obi-Wan’s hoots
at him to win and its just a moment, a moment in all this strife that
Mace finds a little bit of peace as they kick up grass and dirt.

Mace getting to know his men, and his demonstration of vaapad in a battle

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It
is undeniable.

Mace
really likes these Jango Fett clones, these men and his heart breaks
as he knows what he must do.

The
Jedi are put between a rock and a hard place thanks to the Senate and
of course they could refuse but if they did…

Mace
has heard the whispers about the Jedi, he’s kept his ear to the
ground and he knows that not even half of the Senators trusts the
Jedi, sees them as little else than a strange order of warriors and
have forgotten what they really are.

And
so Mace takes his command of these men and burns his heart and soul
in the process to try and keep them safe and yet still lead them out
into battle. But he doesn’t stop himself from getting to know them,
learning their names, their faces, what they like and seeing the
wonder on their faces.

He
knows as the days go on that the clones will become even ‘younger’
with less training because there’s less time but he hopes… well
maybe if he burns his soul out, maybe they can end this war because
there is no victory for the Jedi order here.

So
he lets himself know them, gets comfortable with Commander Pond and
asks the man often about tactics and the best way to station the men
as Pond knows better a multiple men assault than Mace ever will and
knows the men’s capabilities a hell of a lot better.

So
he fights at the front with them and tries, Force does he try,
to keep his men safe and pull them away from danger when he can but
he is just one man and he is a flawed man who can not do the
impossible even if his Jedi abilities make it seem so to certain.

And
the men see him tired, they see him bleed and they see him collapsed
and knows better than anyone that isn’t a Jedi or Ranger that the
Jedi aren’t perfect as they steam the bleeding and props him up and
out of danger.

Clones
of Jango they may be, but they are men of their own making, of their
own colors as they paint their armor and shave their hair or let it
grow, tattoos with color and eyes with humor or pain. It is
undeniable, Mace Windu adores
his men.

And
he sees the same in Obi-Wan’s eyes when they meet up, a tired sort
of understanding passing between the two before Obi-Wan in good humor
suggest a decent sparring as, in the man’s own word, ‘sheering
down a droid a size isn’t really good for dueling’ with a warm
laugh and twinkling green eyes.

With
a hum of amusement, Mace accepts.

It’s
a breath of fresh air in the war, to settle into each their own
position, Soresu against Vapaad and Mace lets himself sink into the
style even if Obi-Wan has very little darkness to draw on to fight
against the man.

But
it feels good, chasing after Obi-Wan with aggressive thrusts and have
them parried as the Soresu master stands firm against the aggressive
Vapaad as Mace knew he would.

With
a touch of Ataru mixed in as Obi-Wan bounces into the air and spins
around only to land easily and once more go in a tightly controlled
arch against Mace with a grin on his face as this duel is more like a
play than an actual battle.

And
Mace can feel these men he adores have come to watch and well…
maybe he’s showing off a bit but if the glittering in Obi-Wan’s
eyes and the grin lurking his lips are any indication than he is not
the only one showing off.

So
they twist and twirl and they spin and they sweat and he can hear
Obi-Wan laugh and his own men cheering him on while Obi-Wan’s hoots
at him to win and its just a moment, a moment in all this strife that
Mace finds a little bit of peace as they kick up grass and dirt.