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What happens next in A Little Lost? That one seems like it should be wrapping up soon. Maybe some final fluff?

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Collapsing
over both laps with a loud whine, Anakin buried his face in the couch
cushion while Padme and Obi-Wan exchanged bemused look even as the
Senator started to pet the blonds hair and Obi-Wan started to work
the boots off since Anakin had come stomping in with them on.

“So
I’m guessing the council meeting went badly?” Obi-Wan asked
lightly.

“Mace
Windu is a son of a bitch and I feel like my brain is fried, we went
sparring after they grilled me.” Anakin moaned into the cushion
before moaning louder in more pleasure when the boots were off,
wiggling his toes slowly and carefully.

Humming,
rubbing her slender fingers through the curls, Padme smirked down at
the Jedi over their lap. “That does explain why your hair is so
moist, I’m hoping that’s a shower by the way and not sweat,”
She didn’t get an answer and sighed loudly. “Oh Anakin really?”
She glared down at him even as Obi-Wan just sniggered and patted the
calves of the other Jedi.

Honestly,
things were feeling rather decent right now.

They
were all relaxing, the war winding down, Palpatine exposed and
tentative peace negotiation between the Republic and CIS with
the latter stopping listening to the remaining Sith leadership that
were trying to keep the war going and failing quite heavily.

The
Jedi on the other hand were preparing multiple appeals to the Senate
for the clones, Obi-Wan in the lead of them to ensure the men got the
real treatment they deserved and the peace they should have been
given from the start.

The
Jedi could never repair what had been done towards all those men but
by the Force would they try and if that meant taking on the Senate
and arguing for them to get their own seat in the Senate and a planet
of their own to cultivate then that was exactly what they were going
to do.

After
all, fighting for peace, justice and negotiation was what the Jedi’s
true purpose were and they could finally get back to it.

“You’re
both terrible, I just want looooove,” Anakin whined and squirmed
around until he was laying on his back over their laps to pout at
them though he quickly winched and shifted until their knees weren’t
pressed into his spine, going right back to pouting up at them. “Love
me please.” He continued whining.

Shifting
a bit, Obi-Wan leaned upwards towards Anakin, eyes glittering happily
as the blond caught on instantly and held out his arms, catching the
other Jedi and pulling him into a lingering kiss before allowing the
redhead to pull back and catching Padme when she leaned down too,
receiving similar treatment with a content sigh of pleasure.

“For
all that you’re an idiot, we do love you.” Padme teased softly
when she pulled back, a tiny bit breathless as she pressed a kiss to
Anakin’s forehead.

Grinning
contently, Anakin settled, resting his hands on his stomach as he
closed his eyes to just soak in the warmth of the setting sun and his
two love as Padme and Obi-Wan returned to their conversation about
legislature and the latest Senate proposal to deal with the CIS.

This
was all Anakin had ever wanted.

Regardless
how they got there, how flawed it really was, how painful some of it
was…

They
were finally happy and that Anakin wouldn’t trade for anything as
he rubbed lightly at Padme’s stomach and enjoyed Obi-Wan’s hands
kneading his calves.

What happens next in A Little Lost? That one seems like it should be wrapping up soon. Maybe some final fluff?

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Collapsing
over both laps with a loud whine, Anakin buried his face in the couch
cushion while Padme and Obi-Wan exchanged bemused look even as the
Senator started to pet the blonds hair and Obi-Wan started to work
the boots off since Anakin had come stomping in with them on.

“So
I’m guessing the council meeting went badly?” Obi-Wan asked
lightly.

“Mace
Windu is a son of a bitch and I feel like my brain is fried, we went
sparring after they grilled me.” Anakin moaned into the cushion
before moaning louder in more pleasure when the boots were off,
wiggling his toes slowly and carefully.

Humming,
rubbing her slender fingers through the curls, Padme smirked down at
the Jedi over their lap. “That does explain why your hair is so
moist, I’m hoping that’s a shower by the way and not sweat,”
She didn’t get an answer and sighed loudly. “Oh Anakin really?”
She glared down at him even as Obi-Wan just sniggered and patted the
calves of the other Jedi.

Honestly,
things were feeling rather decent right now.

They
were all relaxing, the war winding down, Palpatine exposed and
tentative peace negotiation between the Republic and CIS with
the latter stopping listening to the remaining Sith leadership that
were trying to keep the war going and failing quite heavily.

The
Jedi on the other hand were preparing multiple appeals to the Senate
for the clones, Obi-Wan in the lead of them to ensure the men got the
real treatment they deserved and the peace they should have been
given from the start.

The
Jedi could never repair what had been done towards all those men but
by the Force would they try and if that meant taking on the Senate
and arguing for them to get their own seat in the Senate and a planet
of their own to cultivate then that was exactly what they were going
to do.

After
all, fighting for peace, justice and negotiation was what the Jedi’s
true purpose were and they could finally get back to it.

“You’re
both terrible, I just want looooove,” Anakin whined and squirmed
around until he was laying on his back over their laps to pout at
them though he quickly winched and shifted until their knees weren’t
pressed into his spine, going right back to pouting up at them. “Love
me please.” He continued whining.

Shifting
a bit, Obi-Wan leaned upwards towards Anakin, eyes glittering happily
as the blond caught on instantly and held out his arms, catching the
other Jedi and pulling him into a lingering kiss before allowing the
redhead to pull back and catching Padme when she leaned down too,
receiving similar treatment with a content sigh of pleasure.

“For
all that you’re an idiot, we do love you.” Padme teased softly
when she pulled back, a tiny bit breathless as she pressed a kiss to
Anakin’s forehead.

Grinning
contently, Anakin settled, resting his hands on his stomach as he
closed his eyes to just soak in the warmth of the setting sun and his
two love as Padme and Obi-Wan returned to their conversation about
legislature and the latest Senate proposal to deal with the CIS.

This
was all Anakin had ever wanted.

Regardless
how they got there, how flawed it really was, how painful some of it
was…

They
were finally happy and that Anakin wouldn’t trade for anything as
he rubbed lightly at Padme’s stomach and enjoyed Obi-Wan’s hands
kneading his calves.

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Avoiding
the Naboo Senator turned out to be quite hard however it turned out
to be quite easy to not be cornered by her at all as Anakin somehow
managed to always be in the room with someone else along with Padme.

He
was having a harder time avoiding her eyes though as she kept trying
to catch his gaze, which was really ramping up his nerves because he
really didn’t want to talk to her about this.

He
just wanted to go back to the temple or be sent out by the council
like Obi-Wan was talking about and the healers were gingerly
approving them for mission schedule once more despite their fine
motor skills not being fully recovered.

But
they had both been provided with something the healers called a
stress ball, showing them certain activities to continue training
their hands.

Obi-Wan
had looked so relieved when they were gifted the balls, being so
tired of messing his hand up with fruit juice or flesh and Anakin
could feel some relief too because he was kind of tired of peeling
oranges and eating them.

Don’t
get him wrong, he liked fruit but eating it daily was turning his
enthusiasm into dust.

Still,
he felt awkward in the apartment as they settled in, Anakin remaining
close to Obi-Wan’s side as he pretended not to notice or feel Padme
basically outright staring at him before she let out a quiet huff
before retreating to the bedroom to remove her senatorial get up for
something more comfortable.

It
gave Anakin a moment to breath as it left Jar-Jar and the security
around. Rex and Cody were chatting quietly by a corner, setting up a workable time table.

And
Obi-Wan of course as they leaned against one of the large windows of
Padme’s apartment to watch the descending darkness.

“Are
you alright?” Obi-Wan question, bumping their wrists together with
a small frown of concern.

Shrugging
awkwardly yet
feeling oddly warm,
Anakin scratched at the back of his neck. “Just… feeling stupid
and I’m not sure how to deal with…” He gestured weakly in the
direction of the bedroom where Padme and the handmaidens had gone.

A
low, understanding noise escaped Obi-Wan at that and he turned to
face Anakin directly, settling a bit against the windowsill. “Ah,
you went a bit further than you are now comfortable with, maybe even
regretting it?” He waited for Anakin’s embarrassed nod. “And
now you’re not sure how to handle or salvage a relationship
with young Padme?”

Anakin
covered his face with his hands but nodded again, face burning.

Hands
gingerly wrapped around his wrist, pulling them away from his face as
Obi-Wan held his padawan by the wrists with a small smile. “Just…
be honest with her Anakin. Padme is a good woman, a good person. She
won’t hold it against you if you’re honest and just explain to
her. That is not always the best solution in situation like this but
luckily for you, Padme is of the kinder souls in the galaxy though
she also has a steel soul.” Obi-Wan chortled quietly.

‘Honest?’
Anakin mused on that,
watching the fading rays flicker through Obi-Wan’s copper hair,
catching the blonder color hidden among the red much
to Anakin’s fascination.
‘I can be honest… maybe
too honest sometimes if Obi-Wan is right, I tend to step in the salad
as twi’leks like to say.’
He licked his lips nervously before nodding, shifting his hands a bit
to catch the others hands and squeezing them. “Thank you master.”
He whispered earnestly and smiled when the older Jedi just laughed
gently in sympathy.

“Believe
you me Anakin, you aren’t the first Jedi to end up in a situation
like this,” Obi-Wan grinned deeply enough to show his dimples even
through the beard. “And you will not be the last.” He winked.

And
Anakin’s cheeks burned even more.

‘…Oh
no,’ He thought with dawning horror and realization. ‘That’s
what changed… oh noo.’ Anakin stared at Obi-Wan as the older
Jedi’s smile turned bemused yet still happy, his hair like a halo
by the light and his eyes twinkling.

‘I’m
so karked.’

So in one hand two hand, maybe Ani realizes he has crush on Obi. Palpatine realizes he has to readjust his plan.

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Avoiding
the Naboo Senator turned out to be quite hard however it turned out
to be quite easy to not be cornered by her at all as Anakin somehow
managed to always be in the room with someone else along with Padme.

He
was having a harder time avoiding her eyes though as she kept trying
to catch his gaze, which was really ramping up his nerves because he
really didn’t want to talk to her about this.

He
just wanted to go back to the temple or be sent out by the council
like Obi-Wan was talking about and the healers were gingerly
approving them for mission schedule once more despite their fine
motor skills not being fully recovered.

But
they had both been provided with something the healers called a
stress ball, showing them certain activities to continue training
their hands.

Obi-Wan
had looked so relieved when they were gifted the balls, being so
tired of messing his hand up with fruit juice or flesh and Anakin
could feel some relief too because he was kind of tired of peeling
oranges and eating them.

Don’t
get him wrong, he liked fruit but eating it daily was turning his
enthusiasm into dust.

Still,
he felt awkward in the apartment as they settled in, Anakin remaining
close to Obi-Wan’s side as he pretended not to notice or feel Padme
basically outright staring at him before she let out a quiet huff
before retreating to the bedroom to remove her senatorial get up for
something more comfortable.

It
gave Anakin a moment to breath as it left Jar-Jar and the security
around. Rex and Cody were chatting quietly by a corner, setting up a workable time table.

And
Obi-Wan of course as they leaned against one of the large windows of
Padme’s apartment to watch the descending darkness.

“Are
you alright?” Obi-Wan question, bumping their wrists together with
a small frown of concern.

Shrugging
awkwardly yet
feeling oddly warm,
Anakin scratched at the back of his neck. “Just… feeling stupid
and I’m not sure how to deal with…” He gestured weakly in the
direction of the bedroom where Padme and the handmaidens had gone.

A
low, understanding noise escaped Obi-Wan at that and he turned to
face Anakin directly, settling a bit against the windowsill. “Ah,
you went a bit further than you are now comfortable with, maybe even
regretting it?” He waited for Anakin’s embarrassed nod. “And
now you’re not sure how to handle or salvage a relationship
with young Padme?”

Anakin
covered his face with his hands but nodded again, face burning.

Hands
gingerly wrapped around his wrist, pulling them away from his face as
Obi-Wan held his padawan by the wrists with a small smile. “Just…
be honest with her Anakin. Padme is a good woman, a good person. She
won’t hold it against you if you’re honest and just explain to
her. That is not always the best solution in situation like this but
luckily for you, Padme is of the kinder souls in the galaxy though
she also has a steel soul.” Obi-Wan chortled quietly.

‘Honest?’
Anakin mused on that,
watching the fading rays flicker through Obi-Wan’s copper hair,
catching the blonder color hidden among the red much
to Anakin’s fascination.
‘I can be honest… maybe
too honest sometimes if Obi-Wan is right, I tend to step in the salad
as twi’leks like to say.’
He licked his lips nervously before nodding, shifting his hands a bit
to catch the others hands and squeezing them. “Thank you master.”
He whispered earnestly and smiled when the older Jedi just laughed
gently in sympathy.

“Believe
you me Anakin, you aren’t the first Jedi to end up in a situation
like this,” Obi-Wan grinned deeply enough to show his dimples even
through the beard. “And you will not be the last.” He winked.

And
Anakin’s cheeks burned even more.

‘…Oh
no,’ He thought with dawning horror and realization. ‘That’s
what changed… oh noo.’ Anakin stared at Obi-Wan as the older
Jedi’s smile turned bemused yet still happy, his hair like a halo
by the light and his eyes twinkling.

‘I’m
so karked.’

In a kinder universe, how does Ezra deal with being in the creche? Does he have trouble being with a bunch of stranger kids?

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Nomming
the pudding out of the bowl, Ezra shot the ones in his room a big
smile even as he tugged the blanket more up around himself.

Caleb
smiled at the sight, before turning to healer Eerin. “So he’ll be
okay in a few days?” He questioned quietly, relaxing as the mon
calamari nodded.

“Indeed,
his fever is going down as we speak and he’s recovering thanks to
the food we’re giving him which he has to continue eating so we
will be giving the creche a schedule for him and approved food items.
He’ll be able to join them soon enough and start socializing with
kids his own age.” She said happily.

The
healers had done the best they could, putting in a colorful blanket
with tooka’s covering it and a few soft toys but a Hall room was no
place for a child long term though some could not avoid it. They
always tried to make the rooms as child friendly as possible when
that happened but thankfully Ezra would only need the room for a few
more days until his fever and infectious period was over and then
he’d be able to be around other children.

He
had been given all his immunization shots and Healer Eerin had
actually been happily surprised by how strong Ezra’s immune system
was.

There
were a few other notes, a few strong vitamins the kid would have to
take for a few weeks and he was allergic to a particular Lothalian
grain but other than that, Ezra would be just fine.

There
was of course the trauma and Eerin had warned Caleb, as the boy’s
future master, that Ezra had a badly healed break in his left wrist
that they would have to take a closer look on as he got older since
Ezra was left handed.

Which
had confused Caleb and he had refuted that by saying Ezra used his
right hand quite a bit which lead to them discovering that Ezra was
neither left or right handed, he was ambidextrous, being equally
adept at using both right and left at the same time.

Ezra
had just shrugged when asked about it and said that sometimes his
left or right ached so he used the one that didn’t ache.

A
simple and blunt explanation from a child who didn’t see what was
so special about it.

Bowing
to the healer, Caleb moved to Ezra’s side, sitting down on the
bedside with a small smile as he held up the pad. “Brought the
story I promised.” He chuckled when blue eyes lit up, excitement
filling the air as Ezra tucked back into the pillows though he also
pulled the tray with him to finish off his pudding.

Pulling
the blanket up to the boys armpits to leave his arms free to continue
eating, Caleb settled back against the headboard covered in large
pillows, powering up the pad to start reading and
as they got into the story, he felt Ezra settle into his side.

Quickly,
Caleb looped his arm around the boy to make it clear the contact was
welcome.

()()()

Ezra’s
first few hours in the creche was…quiet, the boy staying close to crechemaster Dutra for the most part with an uncertain look in his eyes as he looked around at all the kids.

Caleb
kept a discreet eye as he volunteered that day, just to keep an eye
with his future padawan but kept a bit of distance too so Ezra wouldn’t
latch onto him. He had wanted to be around the boy but the
crechemaster had warned him that Ezra needed to find his own legs and
not latch onto Caleb.

Making
him dependent on Caleb and him alone would be bad as he needed to be able to rely on the other adults in his life and reach out to other kids but if Ezra showed
signs of outright distress he could intervene.

Luckily
Ezra started to come out of his shell after a few of those quiet hours of uncertainty, finding another human boy by
the name Jai and a rodian girl named Saph that shared his interest in
animals, all three of them looking up different animals on the holopad stationed in the learning corner and
attracting a small circle of younglings that listened to the holo
audio explain the animals they saw.

Ezra
quite liked the purrgils
for some reason, clapping his hands in excitement.

Letting
out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, Caleb felt some calm
settle into his body, knowing that Ezra was making bonds in the
creche…

That
felt good.

Even
though he was still a tiny bit tense around adults he didn’t yet
know, that was fair too with his life until now. Ezra would learn that the temple would
safeguard him and that was all Caleb needed in that moment to feel
himself settle.

The
knowledge that his future padawan was safe and would be cared for
until it was time.

Caleb
would be ready by then.

He
had
to be ready by then because there was no way he’d let Ezra slip
through his fingers.

With
that in mind he turned to the togruta he was feeding only to feel his
face fall as a certain smell reached him, informing him it was diaper
change. ‘Never to much of a Jedi to be humbled by poo diapers I
guess.’ He sighed and set the bowl aside, lifting the youngling up
with a half smile.

In a kinder universe, how does Ezra deal with being in the creche? Does he have trouble being with a bunch of stranger kids?

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Nomming
the pudding out of the bowl, Ezra shot the ones in his room a big
smile even as he tugged the blanket more up around himself.

Caleb
smiled at the sight, before turning to healer Eerin. “So he’ll be
okay in a few days?” He questioned quietly, relaxing as the mon
calamari nodded.

“Indeed,
his fever is going down as we speak and he’s recovering thanks to
the food we’re giving him which he has to continue eating so we
will be giving the creche a schedule for him and approved food items.
He’ll be able to join them soon enough and start socializing with
kids his own age.” She said happily.

The
healers had done the best they could, putting in a colorful blanket
with tooka’s covering it and a few soft toys but a Hall room was no
place for a child long term though some could not avoid it. They
always tried to make the rooms as child friendly as possible when
that happened but thankfully Ezra would only need the room for a few
more days until his fever and infectious period was over and then
he’d be able to be around other children.

He
had been given all his immunization shots and Healer Eerin had
actually been happily surprised by how strong Ezra’s immune system
was.

There
were a few other notes, a few strong vitamins the kid would have to
take for a few weeks and he was allergic to a particular Lothalian
grain but other than that, Ezra would be just fine.

There
was of course the trauma and Eerin had warned Caleb, as the boy’s
future master, that Ezra had a badly healed break in his left wrist
that they would have to take a closer look on as he got older since
Ezra was left handed.

Which
had confused Caleb and he had refuted that by saying Ezra used his
right hand quite a bit which lead to them discovering that Ezra was
neither left or right handed, he was ambidextrous, being equally
adept at using both right and left at the same time.

Ezra
had just shrugged when asked about it and said that sometimes his
left or right ached so he used the one that didn’t ache.

A
simple and blunt explanation from a child who didn’t see what was
so special about it.

Bowing
to the healer, Caleb moved to Ezra’s side, sitting down on the
bedside with a small smile as he held up the pad. “Brought the
story I promised.” He chuckled when blue eyes lit up, excitement
filling the air as Ezra tucked back into the pillows though he also
pulled the tray with him to finish off his pudding.

Pulling
the blanket up to the boys armpits to leave his arms free to continue
eating, Caleb settled back against the headboard covered in large
pillows, powering up the pad to start reading and
as they got into the story, he felt Ezra settle into his side.

Quickly,
Caleb looped his arm around the boy to make it clear the contact was
welcome.

()()()

Ezra’s
first few hours in the creche was…quiet, the boy staying close to crechemaster Dutra for the most part with an uncertain look in his eyes as he looked around at all the kids.

Caleb
kept a discreet eye as he volunteered that day, just to keep an eye
with his future padawan but kept a bit of distance too so Ezra wouldn’t
latch onto him. He had wanted to be around the boy but the
crechemaster had warned him that Ezra needed to find his own legs and
not latch onto Caleb.

Making
him dependent on Caleb and him alone would be bad as he needed to be able to rely on the other adults in his life and reach out to other kids but if Ezra showed
signs of outright distress he could intervene.

Luckily
Ezra started to come out of his shell after a few of those quiet hours of uncertainty, finding another human boy by
the name Jai and a rodian girl named Saph that shared his interest in
animals, all three of them looking up different animals on the holopad stationed in the learning corner and
attracting a small circle of younglings that listened to the holo
audio explain the animals they saw.

Ezra
quite liked the purrgils
for some reason, clapping his hands in excitement.

Letting
out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, Caleb felt some calm
settle into his body, knowing that Ezra was making bonds in the
creche…

That
felt good.

Even
though he was still a tiny bit tense around adults he didn’t yet
know, that was fair too with his life until now. Ezra would learn that the temple would
safeguard him and that was all Caleb needed in that moment to feel
himself settle.

The
knowledge that his future padawan was safe and would be cared for
until it was time.

Caleb
would be ready by then.

He
had
to be ready by then because there was no way he’d let Ezra slip
through his fingers.

With
that in mind he turned to the togruta he was feeding only to feel his
face fall as a certain smell reached him, informing him it was diaper
change. ‘Never to much of a Jedi to be humbled by poo diapers I
guess.’ He sighed and set the bowl aside, lifting the youngling up
with a half smile.

#reporttothesenate: Does Ani confront Palaptine?

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Rolling
the other man quickly into the blanket, Anakin beamed in pride as he
had created a blanket burrito Kenobi in under five seconds before
turning to Ahsoka with an even bigger smile on his face as Obi-Wan
blinked in confusion where he laid on the floor of the quarters.
“Told you I could do it.” Anakin chirped happily.

Ahsoka
was to busy holding onto the counter to answer, laughing until she
was crying with her legs threatening to fold in on her.

“I’m
sorry but what just happened?” Obi-Wan wiggled inside his rather
cozy prison. “One moment I was walking to the couch with my tea to
read a report and the next I find that I’m rather stuck.
Comfortable yes but stuck.” Obi-Wan aimed his furrowed brows at the
still grinning Anakin.

“Well
Ahsoka bet me that I couldn’t wrap you in a blanket without you
stopping me or scolding me. I on the other hand thought I could.”
He chirped quite happily before shifting Obi-Wan a bit around and
lifting him up bridal style, still wrapped in the blanket so he
looked a bit like an odd pink worm since Anakin had used the fluffy
soft pink blanket they had.

Wiggling
a bit, Obi-Wan tried looking around as Ahsoka finally seemed to
manage to calm down though she snorted when she glanced at the two
older Jedi. “I do hope you haven’t spilled my tea Anakin, I was
quite looking forward to a proper cu-oh there it is.” Obi-Wan
peered at the steaming cup standing perfectly fine on the caff table.

With
a roll of his eyes, Anakin flopped down on the couch, grunting a bit
as he miscalculated how heavy that would be on him with Obi-Wan in
his lap. “Of course I didn’t spill your tea, I just had it set
aside. You always put your guard down in here.” Anakin shifted
Obi-Wan around until he was snuggled up against Anakin’s chest.

“Did
you use the Force to do this Anakin?” Obi-Wan brow furrowed, the
familiar scolding of frivolous use of the Force on his tongue. But
then he rolled his eyes and settled his head on the others shoulder.
“Oh whatever, just give me tea Anakin.” He huffed, pouting a bit.

Snort
giggling, Ahsoka watched as Anakin leaned forward with one arm
wrapped tightly around the burrito wrapped redhead as the other
reached for the cup of tea before settling back. Anakin held the cup
up to the others lip and tilted carefully, letting Obi-Wan sip slowly
before settling with the cup held in his mech hand and relaxation in
his body.

Which
was a lot better than the stormy behavior the man had been exhibiting
the last few days.

It
was no secret by now what had happened and why the knight was now
avoiding the Rotunda as if it could give him the plague.

The
fact that the Chancellor had lied
to Knight Skywalker was all over the temple and a lot of Jedi were
concerned about that though no one dared approach Anakin to speak
about it except for the council, who had asked for an account and
Obi-Wan himself.

“Something
tells me this isn’t the first time you two have been in this
position.” Ahsoka noted with amusement, bringing over her cup of
hot chocolate to settle in the recliner.

Shrugging,
looking quite content as he lifted the cup of tea again, Anakin gave
her a wry grin as Obi-Wan smacked his lips in satisfaction.
“Honestly? We’ve done a lot of odd things by some standards I
guess, this kind of thing comes when you’ve been poisoned and can’t
move. Which has happened to both me and Obi-Wan,” He tacked on with
a small frown. “I still say the one that gave you an erection as a
side effect at the same time as made your body all numb was the worst
one, it was damn difficult to pee.” He grumbled in annoyance.

Ahsoka’s
brows scrunched up, there were some things she didn’t want to know
about her master.

“Oh
I never argued about that but I still think the one where we also
felt like we were being bitten all over by insects were on the same
level as the erection side effect,” Obi-Wan shuddered. “I was
looking for insects for weeks without there being any.”

Ahsoka
blinked between them in interest, a small grin on her face.

Now
there was a story she’d like to know.

Maybe
she’d ask one day when the two didn’t look so content and relax,
Obi-Wan as a blanket burrito and Anakin for once calmed down from his
stormy attitude.

#reporttothesenate: Does Ani confront Palaptine?

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Rolling
the other man quickly into the blanket, Anakin beamed in pride as he
had created a blanket burrito Kenobi in under five seconds before
turning to Ahsoka with an even bigger smile on his face as Obi-Wan
blinked in confusion where he laid on the floor of the quarters.
“Told you I could do it.” Anakin chirped happily.

Ahsoka
was to busy holding onto the counter to answer, laughing until she
was crying with her legs threatening to fold in on her.

“I’m
sorry but what just happened?” Obi-Wan wiggled inside his rather
cozy prison. “One moment I was walking to the couch with my tea to
read a report and the next I find that I’m rather stuck.
Comfortable yes but stuck.” Obi-Wan aimed his furrowed brows at the
still grinning Anakin.

“Well
Ahsoka bet me that I couldn’t wrap you in a blanket without you
stopping me or scolding me. I on the other hand thought I could.”
He chirped quite happily before shifting Obi-Wan a bit around and
lifting him up bridal style, still wrapped in the blanket so he
looked a bit like an odd pink worm since Anakin had used the fluffy
soft pink blanket they had.

Wiggling
a bit, Obi-Wan tried looking around as Ahsoka finally seemed to
manage to calm down though she snorted when she glanced at the two
older Jedi. “I do hope you haven’t spilled my tea Anakin, I was
quite looking forward to a proper cu-oh there it is.” Obi-Wan
peered at the steaming cup standing perfectly fine on the caff table.

With
a roll of his eyes, Anakin flopped down on the couch, grunting a bit
as he miscalculated how heavy that would be on him with Obi-Wan in
his lap. “Of course I didn’t spill your tea, I just had it set
aside. You always put your guard down in here.” Anakin shifted
Obi-Wan around until he was snuggled up against Anakin’s chest.

“Did
you use the Force to do this Anakin?” Obi-Wan brow furrowed, the
familiar scolding of frivolous use of the Force on his tongue. But
then he rolled his eyes and settled his head on the others shoulder.
“Oh whatever, just give me tea Anakin.” He huffed, pouting a bit.

Snort
giggling, Ahsoka watched as Anakin leaned forward with one arm
wrapped tightly around the burrito wrapped redhead as the other
reached for the cup of tea before settling back. Anakin held the cup
up to the others lip and tilted carefully, letting Obi-Wan sip slowly
before settling with the cup held in his mech hand and relaxation in
his body.

Which
was a lot better than the stormy behavior the man had been exhibiting
the last few days.

It
was no secret by now what had happened and why the knight was now
avoiding the Rotunda as if it could give him the plague.

The
fact that the Chancellor had lied
to Knight Skywalker was all over the temple and a lot of Jedi were
concerned about that though no one dared approach Anakin to speak
about it except for the council, who had asked for an account and
Obi-Wan himself.

“Something
tells me this isn’t the first time you two have been in this
position.” Ahsoka noted with amusement, bringing over her cup of
hot chocolate to settle in the recliner.

Shrugging,
looking quite content as he lifted the cup of tea again, Anakin gave
her a wry grin as Obi-Wan smacked his lips in satisfaction.
“Honestly? We’ve done a lot of odd things by some standards I
guess, this kind of thing comes when you’ve been poisoned and can’t
move. Which has happened to both me and Obi-Wan,” He tacked on with
a small frown. “I still say the one that gave you an erection as a
side effect at the same time as made your body all numb was the worst
one, it was damn difficult to pee.” He grumbled in annoyance.

Ahsoka’s
brows scrunched up, there were some things she didn’t want to know
about her master.

“Oh
I never argued about that but I still think the one where we also
felt like we were being bitten all over by insects were on the same
level as the erection side effect,” Obi-Wan shuddered. “I was
looking for insects for weeks without there being any.”

Ahsoka
blinked between them in interest, a small grin on her face.

Now
there was a story she’d like to know.

Maybe
she’d ask one day when the two didn’t look so content and relax,
Obi-Wan as a blanket burrito and Anakin for once calmed down from his
stormy attitude.

(Sorry if this is a double, my phone froze and idk if my ask went thru) For SithAndJedi, Cody and Obi-Wan get some time to go on a date. Sith Quinlan thinks he’s being inconspicuous standing guard in case anyone tries to interrupt his buddy and his bf. Aayla and Bly are in the background with popcorn waiting for Obi to catch Quin lurking.

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Dragging
the man by the ear towards the two waiting, Obi-Wan ignored Quinlan’s
squeaking and squabbles as he finally let go of the kiffar’s ear to
push him into Aayla’s waiting arms with Bly trying not to look as
amused as the clone trooper really was though they could all spot his
twitching lips.

Not
that Aayla was any better as she prompted her master to stand
straight, the man rubbing his ear while half glaring at the stewjoni.
“What was th-”

“I
do not need nor want a guard for my date with Cody,” Obi-Wan
drawled out while glaring at the man. “And
the fact that you felt the need to lurk after is frankly insulting to
both of us.” He gestured back to his table where his date was
waiting serenely.

Cody
was just sitting calmly at their table, drink in hand as he continued
waiting for the food though he waved at them when he saw everyone looking his way.

Obi-Wan’s
drink stood at his side of the table where it had been abandoned when
the redhead had noticed the Sith lurking around like some obnoxious
mama bear that wanted to tear out throats at the threat to their cub.

Which
was a horrendous image really but Obi-Wan hadn’t approved of his
own lineage members threatening Cody and he certainly did not approve
of his friends trying to butt in to give the shovel talk as it was
said.

Especially
not to
Cody!

“You
are all idiots,” Obi-Wan sighed deeply while rubbing his nose.
“Really Quinlan? I know you’re a Sith and protective but
honestly, Cody is a clone trooper under the leadership of the Jedi
and Sith Order. The amount of power we have over them is crazy so if
anyone needs protection it is him against me.” Obi-Wan pointed out in
an irritable tone of voice.

Shuffling
a bit, Quinlan rubbed the back of his neck even as he tried to push
away the feeling of shame that only Obi-Wan could drag up. “Look,
we worry, you’re kind of an idiot at this and we all remember the Mandalore
incident with that damn duchess.” He grimaced outright.

“Cody
isn’t the duchess.” Obi-Wan said blankly before sighing and
shaking his head, stepping back to return to Cody’s side while the
Sith was being dragged away by his apprentice and Bly who was shaking
his head in amusement as he followed them.

Cody
smiled wryly at Obi-Wan when he returned before shaking his head in
amusement and gesturing to Obi-Wan’s drink. “Promise I didn’t
put anything odd in there.” He teased gently, which had the Jedi
outright chuckling in amusement as he sat down and picked up the
drink.

“I
would never think you’d do anything like that.” He took a deep
sip and sighed quietly, closing his eyes as he let the drink wet his
throat before opening his eyes and smiling at Cody.

The
trooper continued to enjoy his beer with a small hum.

“I
have to say, I’ve been enjoying this date, it is the first I’ve
been on in a long time.” Obi-Wan chuckled faintly.

“I
must admit, I asked General Eerin for tips on what to do and the
suggestion of a museum appealed to me as much as it appealed to you
apparently which had me picking that for us,” Cody confessed as he
leaned on his elbows and relaxed. “And then it was just some food
and this place seemed decent.” He
wagged his hand a bit to indicate the nicely furnished in traditional
Iridonian with the accompanying menu for such a style choice.

Though
added vegetable choices on the menu was a wonderful addition.

“I’m
still sorry for them,” Obi-Wan sighed, rubbing his face. “They
mean well but they can be such idi-” A hand covered his and Obi-Wan
blinked, looking up at Cody.

“I
have brothers, a ton of them,” Cody smirked slightly while rubbing
his thumb slowly along the pulse point. “Believe me, I know how
annoying they can be and yeah, Skywalker and Jinn scared me but…”
Cody hesitated, frowning a bit. “I have to believe they’d never
pull rank over me or any of my brothers.”

“If
they did, I’d throw them under the shuttle bus myself,” Obi-Wan
muttered darkly, his eyes narrowing before he relaxed and smiled at
Cody. “I’m so sorry they scared you though, I’ll talk to them
about that.” He swore and he was gonna make them say sorry and make
them mean
it cause honestly, them giving Cody the shovel talk was abuse of
power even
if they couldn’t see it.

Cody
just hummed, gently rubbing Obi-Wan’s wrist before straightening up
as their food arrived, a smile on his face.

Settling
a bit, Obi-Wan’s
stomach gave
a hungry grumble which
had the Jedi flustering as Cody grinned at him in light humor.

At
least they got some peace and quiet now
and
for that Obi-Wan was grateful.

(Sorry if this is a double, my phone froze and idk if my ask went thru) For SithAndJedi, Cody and Obi-Wan get some time to go on a date. Sith Quinlan thinks he’s being inconspicuous standing guard in case anyone tries to interrupt his buddy and his bf. Aayla and Bly are in the background with popcorn waiting for Obi to catch Quin lurking.

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Dragging
the man by the ear towards the two waiting, Obi-Wan ignored Quinlan’s
squeaking and squabbles as he finally let go of the kiffar’s ear to
push him into Aayla’s waiting arms with Bly trying not to look as
amused as the clone trooper really was though they could all spot his
twitching lips.

Not
that Aayla was any better as she prompted her master to stand
straight, the man rubbing his ear while half glaring at the stewjoni.
“What was th-”

“I
do not need nor want a guard for my date with Cody,” Obi-Wan
drawled out while glaring at the man. “And
the fact that you felt the need to lurk after is frankly insulting to
both of us.” He gestured back to his table where his date was
waiting serenely.

Cody
was just sitting calmly at their table, drink in hand as he continued
waiting for the food though he waved at them when he saw everyone looking his way.

Obi-Wan’s
drink stood at his side of the table where it had been abandoned when
the redhead had noticed the Sith lurking around like some obnoxious
mama bear that wanted to tear out throats at the threat to their cub.

Which
was a horrendous image really but Obi-Wan hadn’t approved of his
own lineage members threatening Cody and he certainly did not approve
of his friends trying to butt in to give the shovel talk as it was
said.

Especially
not to
Cody!

“You
are all idiots,” Obi-Wan sighed deeply while rubbing his nose.
“Really Quinlan? I know you’re a Sith and protective but
honestly, Cody is a clone trooper under the leadership of the Jedi
and Sith Order. The amount of power we have over them is crazy so if
anyone needs protection it is him against me.” Obi-Wan pointed out in
an irritable tone of voice.

Shuffling
a bit, Quinlan rubbed the back of his neck even as he tried to push
away the feeling of shame that only Obi-Wan could drag up. “Look,
we worry, you’re kind of an idiot at this and we all remember the Mandalore
incident with that damn duchess.” He grimaced outright.

“Cody
isn’t the duchess.” Obi-Wan said blankly before sighing and
shaking his head, stepping back to return to Cody’s side while the
Sith was being dragged away by his apprentice and Bly who was shaking
his head in amusement as he followed them.

Cody
smiled wryly at Obi-Wan when he returned before shaking his head in
amusement and gesturing to Obi-Wan’s drink. “Promise I didn’t
put anything odd in there.” He teased gently, which had the Jedi
outright chuckling in amusement as he sat down and picked up the
drink.

“I
would never think you’d do anything like that.” He took a deep
sip and sighed quietly, closing his eyes as he let the drink wet his
throat before opening his eyes and smiling at Cody.

The
trooper continued to enjoy his beer with a small hum.

“I
have to say, I’ve been enjoying this date, it is the first I’ve
been on in a long time.” Obi-Wan chuckled faintly.

“I
must admit, I asked General Eerin for tips on what to do and the
suggestion of a museum appealed to me as much as it appealed to you
apparently which had me picking that for us,” Cody confessed as he
leaned on his elbows and relaxed. “And then it was just some food
and this place seemed decent.” He
wagged his hand a bit to indicate the nicely furnished in traditional
Iridonian with the accompanying menu for such a style choice.

Though
added vegetable choices on the menu was a wonderful addition.

“I’m
still sorry for them,” Obi-Wan sighed, rubbing his face. “They
mean well but they can be such idi-” A hand covered his and Obi-Wan
blinked, looking up at Cody.

“I
have brothers, a ton of them,” Cody smirked slightly while rubbing
his thumb slowly along the pulse point. “Believe me, I know how
annoying they can be and yeah, Skywalker and Jinn scared me but…”
Cody hesitated, frowning a bit. “I have to believe they’d never
pull rank over me or any of my brothers.”

“If
they did, I’d throw them under the shuttle bus myself,” Obi-Wan
muttered darkly, his eyes narrowing before he relaxed and smiled at
Cody. “I’m so sorry they scared you though, I’ll talk to them
about that.” He swore and he was gonna make them say sorry and make
them mean
it cause honestly, them giving Cody the shovel talk was abuse of
power even
if they couldn’t see it.

Cody
just hummed, gently rubbing Obi-Wan’s wrist before straightening up
as their food arrived, a smile on his face.

Settling
a bit, Obi-Wan’s
stomach gave
a hungry grumble which
had the Jedi flustering as Cody grinned at him in light humor.

At
least they got some peace and quiet now
and
for that Obi-Wan was grateful.