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More lightinus? Cody and obi wan dealing with wings, along with his men?

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Honestly,
the rest of the men were right, their Jedi took the cake but Cody was
quite happy with them still, especially his own Jedi as he pulled the
tent flap open to find his General kneeling on the floor of his tent
while twisting around trying to reach his own back, arching his wings
back and forth.

“General?”
He blinked, lowering his clipboard in some confusion.

The
man jumped, turning his head to look at the Commander over his
shoulder. “Oh! Commander Cody! I didn’t hear you arrive, was
there something you needed?” He smiled happily, shifting around on
his knees to face him.

“I
just had some forms for you to fill in but… what are you doing
General?” He questioned in confusion, scrunching his brows a bit to
show his bemusement to the other man.

Lips
curling with frustration,
Obi-Wan shrugged a bit. “I was trying to get to the pinfeathers in
my wings, they need grooming to
break out because they’re driving me insane,” The man huffed,
hitching his shoulder a bit with a wince. “All the flying earlier
made me aware of them after I gave everyone that wanted to ride.”
Obi-Wan tacked on after a moment.

Smiling
wryly, Cody scratched his neck. “That was true, you did give both
General Skywalker and Commander Tano quite the rides and then
everyone else that wanted,” He watched the man. Cody had declined
the ride because of… reasons but now he felt kind of responsible.
“Do you want me to help you?” He questioned.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan stared at him before beaming. “That would be lovely Cody,
thank
you.” He quickly turned around, giving the other man his back and
his wings.

Settling
down
behind the General while
putting the clipboard down on the ground,
Cody pulled his armor plates and gloves off while trailing his eyes
over the glowing appendages with a small frown, visually searching
out the itching spot or
spots.
“Where…” He frowned, uncertain and suddenly wishing he had made
Helix explain wing care to him when the medic had offered earlier.

He
had put it off though because he had a report to do and he figured he
could do it once the report was sent in but then Longshot had
distracted him with a supply question and then Killer had needed him
for a guard rotation issue and so on and so forth and Cody had
forgotten even as he intended to come back to Helix since the medic
had been kind enough to send him a message about the wing and feather
care.

“There’s
a patch of covert feathers near the base of my wings that I can’t
reach, closer to where they join really but my hands don’t stretch
that far,” Obi-Wan explained, spreading his wings so they touched
the walls of his quarters and Cody winced at that sight. It didn’t
look comfortable and he suddenly felt like he was looking at a bird
in a cage and had to squash the urge to get the other out before he
died. Which was a ridiculous notion really, Obi-Wan was a Jedi and
not a songbird who needed to be wild. “Just carefully scratch near
the base with your fingers, the loose feather should come right out.”
Obi-Wan explained. “As
for the pinfeathers, just slowly rub the sheath until it loosens up
and the feather comes bursting out.” He
explained to the other.

Taking
his General’s word to heart, Cody shifted closer to the kneeling
man and put his hand on the innermost part of the wing at the top,
slowly starting to scratch downwards in a steady, dragging motion.

Instantly
Obi-Wan pressed backwards with a soft noise, his shoulder hitching a
bit. “Oh that’s the ticket, those damn itchy loose ones.” He
moaned as Cody pulled out several loose ones that he let fall to the
ground.

They
felt… soft.

Soft
and warm.

Cody
marveled at the sensation both from the feathers that came out and
the ones that stayed, marveling at how Obi-Wan’s wings felt beneath
his touch. They
didn’t feel dusty or greasy but more silky and warm though as he
worked at a pinfeather he found and got it out of the sheath, he
found oil at the base that he slowly rubbed out over as he noticed
the other healthy looking feathers had a cover of that oil.

Clearly
that mean that his feathers should have that and working steadily,
Cody managed to get all the lose snags and work on the pinfeathers
that itched.

All
the while Obi-Wan continued to let out those soft little hitches of
breath, mewls and pleasured whimpers that the other was trying to
muffle without much luck and they were quite sweet sounds. Sounds
that Cody didn’t… didn’t want others to hear as he shuffled
closer on his knees while working slowly and steadily.

He
wanted to keep this moment between the two of them because even
though Cody had seen these wings sear through droids, Obi-Wan was
giving over his wings and that was about trust because he could
imagine someone breaking those wings potentially.

And
here Cody was, running his fingers through them, gently pulling the
loose feathers out as Obi-Wan pressed back into his touch, his
glowing wings stretched out as best he could in his too small tent.

Letting
his eyes drop to the feathers already laying on the ground, still
glowing, Cody wondered if the other would notice if one was gone
before quickly snatching one and tucking it away into his belt.

‘It’s
already fallen, he won’t miss it.’ Cody thought, his heart
pounding a bit against his chest as he continued running his fingers
and working at the sheaths of feathers that were still developing.

More lightinus? Cody and obi wan dealing with wings, along with his men?

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Honestly,
the rest of the men were right, their Jedi took the cake but Cody was
quite happy with them still, especially his own Jedi as he pulled the
tent flap open to find his General kneeling on the floor of his tent
while twisting around trying to reach his own back, arching his wings
back and forth.

“General?”
He blinked, lowering his clipboard in some confusion.

The
man jumped, turning his head to look at the Commander over his
shoulder. “Oh! Commander Cody! I didn’t hear you arrive, was
there something you needed?” He smiled happily, shifting around on
his knees to face him.

“I
just had some forms for you to fill in but… what are you doing
General?” He questioned in confusion, scrunching his brows a bit to
show his bemusement to the other man.

Lips
curling with frustration,
Obi-Wan shrugged a bit. “I was trying to get to the pinfeathers in
my wings, they need grooming to
break out because they’re driving me insane,” The man huffed,
hitching his shoulder a bit with a wince. “All the flying earlier
made me aware of them after I gave everyone that wanted to ride.”
Obi-Wan tacked on after a moment.

Smiling
wryly, Cody scratched his neck. “That was true, you did give both
General Skywalker and Commander Tano quite the rides and then
everyone else that wanted,” He watched the man. Cody had declined
the ride because of… reasons but now he felt kind of responsible.
“Do you want me to help you?” He questioned.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan stared at him before beaming. “That would be lovely Cody,
thank
you.” He quickly turned around, giving the other man his back and
his wings.

Settling
down
behind the General while
putting the clipboard down on the ground,
Cody pulled his armor plates and gloves off while trailing his eyes
over the glowing appendages with a small frown, visually searching
out the itching spot or
spots.
“Where…” He frowned, uncertain and suddenly wishing he had made
Helix explain wing care to him when the medic had offered earlier.

He
had put it off though because he had a report to do and he figured he
could do it once the report was sent in but then Longshot had
distracted him with a supply question and then Killer had needed him
for a guard rotation issue and so on and so forth and Cody had
forgotten even as he intended to come back to Helix since the medic
had been kind enough to send him a message about the wing and feather
care.

“There’s
a patch of covert feathers near the base of my wings that I can’t
reach, closer to where they join really but my hands don’t stretch
that far,” Obi-Wan explained, spreading his wings so they touched
the walls of his quarters and Cody winced at that sight. It didn’t
look comfortable and he suddenly felt like he was looking at a bird
in a cage and had to squash the urge to get the other out before he
died. Which was a ridiculous notion really, Obi-Wan was a Jedi and
not a songbird who needed to be wild. “Just carefully scratch near
the base with your fingers, the loose feather should come right out.”
Obi-Wan explained. “As
for the pinfeathers, just slowly rub the sheath until it loosens up
and the feather comes bursting out.” He
explained to the other.

Taking
his General’s word to heart, Cody shifted closer to the kneeling
man and put his hand on the innermost part of the wing at the top,
slowly starting to scratch downwards in a steady, dragging motion.

Instantly
Obi-Wan pressed backwards with a soft noise, his shoulder hitching a
bit. “Oh that’s the ticket, those damn itchy loose ones.” He
moaned as Cody pulled out several loose ones that he let fall to the
ground.

They
felt… soft.

Soft
and warm.

Cody
marveled at the sensation both from the feathers that came out and
the ones that stayed, marveling at how Obi-Wan’s wings felt beneath
his touch. They
didn’t feel dusty or greasy but more silky and warm though as he
worked at a pinfeather he found and got it out of the sheath, he
found oil at the base that he slowly rubbed out over as he noticed
the other healthy looking feathers had a cover of that oil.

Clearly
that mean that his feathers should have that and working steadily,
Cody managed to get all the lose snags and work on the pinfeathers
that itched.

All
the while Obi-Wan continued to let out those soft little hitches of
breath, mewls and pleasured whimpers that the other was trying to
muffle without much luck and they were quite sweet sounds. Sounds
that Cody didn’t… didn’t want others to hear as he shuffled
closer on his knees while working slowly and steadily.

He
wanted to keep this moment between the two of them because even
though Cody had seen these wings sear through droids, Obi-Wan was
giving over his wings and that was about trust because he could
imagine someone breaking those wings potentially.

And
here Cody was, running his fingers through them, gently pulling the
loose feathers out as Obi-Wan pressed back into his touch, his
glowing wings stretched out as best he could in his too small tent.

Letting
his eyes drop to the feathers already laying on the ground, still
glowing, Cody wondered if the other would notice if one was gone
before quickly snatching one and tucking it away into his belt.

‘It’s
already fallen, he won’t miss it.’ Cody thought, his heart
pounding a bit against his chest as he continued running his fingers
and working at the sheaths of feathers that were still developing.

#BlackenedSouls: does Vader and his family have any issues pop up with Ben being human?

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Swallowing
thickly, Obi-Wan
leaned forward and vomited heavily into the bucket that Vader was
holding, the demon in human disguise rubbing the demon made mortal
slowly and steadily as he watched him chuck up pretty much everything
inside of him.

They
had tried to feed the other different things from the demon realm, to
start a steady progression towards getting the other back to his
natural state and so far things had actually been going good.

And
then Qui-Gon had feed the other actual demon blood mixed into a
lasagna.

Obi-Wan
was now utterly sick and the human doctor had apparently pronounced
him having a stomach infection with some bewilderment on his face
apparently so that told Vader that the other hadn’t been sure and
had just gone with what he thought.

So
Vader and Qui-Gon were now taking shift in looking after the other,
trying to encourage him to eat a little and drink lots.

It
was Vader’s turn, Qui-Gon having left moments ago.

And
now Obi-Wan was busy chucking up the little broth he had managed to
swallow only an hour ago.

Finally
Obi-Wan pulled back from the bucket, his face sweaty as he accepted
the water given to him to swish and rinse out his mouth into the
bucket. Handing the glass back, he flopped back and tucked into the
couch, cuddling beneath the weighted
blue and covered in ocean animal
blanket with an exhausted expression as Vader settled the glass back
on the table.

“Thank
you for this Anakin.” ‘Ben’ rasped out, peering up at him
tiredly.

Stroking
his hand over the others face, Vader quirked his lips into a small
smile as he tucked the others hair out of the way. “If it was me
and you knew I was alone, you’d do the same.” He murmured
quietly, actually remembering when they were little demonlets and
Obi-Wan had
done this for Vader, held his hair back and let him vomit and gave
him water to clean out his mouth.

‘Ben’
huffed lightly but didn’t deny it as he let ‘Anakin’ tuck him
back under.

So
far they
hadn’t really had any issue with the other being human but this was
the first time they had seen him sick, especially sick caused by
demon things.

‘We
need to keep to herbs and meat I think, demon blood is a step too far
obviously.’ Vader thought as he continued to run his fingers
through the damp hair that was darkened by moisture.

‘Ben’
did look more peaceful now though, his eyes closed and the furrow of
his face easing out as Vader continued stroking slowly and steadily
with no intention of stopping anytime soon as it provided Obi-Wan
with some much needed rest and relaxation for his system. “…Do
you want some tea? Grandpa Yan,” Oh it was so odd to call the old
geezer that. “Sent over some of that tea you and he had last time
you were over.” He tacked on gently.

Humming
faintly, Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed a bit before he opened his eyes
and smiled up at the other with a small nod. “That does sound nice
and I enjoyed that tea, it had a faintly sweet after flavor which
might help my stomach actually.” He mused thoughtfully.

Nodding,
Vader hesitated before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the
others forehead and then standing. “Then give me a few minutes and
there will be tea and in a few hours we’ll try with those dry rice
crackers Jocasta suggested.” He pretended not to see Obi-Wan flush
up like a christmas light as he headed for the kitchen.

Though
to be fair, throwing
up as he did, ‘Ben’ was already flushed.

Still…

His
expression, doe eyed and flushing was really something Vader approved
of as he pulled out a cup.

#BlackenedSouls: does Vader and his family have any issues pop up with Ben being human?

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Swallowing
thickly, Obi-Wan
leaned forward and vomited heavily into the bucket that Vader was
holding, the demon in human disguise rubbing the demon made mortal
slowly and steadily as he watched him chuck up pretty much everything
inside of him.

They
had tried to feed the other different things from the demon realm, to
start a steady progression towards getting the other back to his
natural state and so far things had actually been going good.

And
then Qui-Gon had feed the other actual demon blood mixed into a
lasagna.

Obi-Wan
was now utterly sick and the human doctor had apparently pronounced
him having a stomach infection with some bewilderment on his face
apparently so that told Vader that the other hadn’t been sure and
had just gone with what he thought.

So
Vader and Qui-Gon were now taking shift in looking after the other,
trying to encourage him to eat a little and drink lots.

It
was Vader’s turn, Qui-Gon having left moments ago.

And
now Obi-Wan was busy chucking up the little broth he had managed to
swallow only an hour ago.

Finally
Obi-Wan pulled back from the bucket, his face sweaty as he accepted
the water given to him to swish and rinse out his mouth into the
bucket. Handing the glass back, he flopped back and tucked into the
couch, cuddling beneath the weighted
blue and covered in ocean animal
blanket with an exhausted expression as Vader settled the glass back
on the table.

“Thank
you for this Anakin.” ‘Ben’ rasped out, peering up at him
tiredly.

Stroking
his hand over the others face, Vader quirked his lips into a small
smile as he tucked the others hair out of the way. “If it was me
and you knew I was alone, you’d do the same.” He murmured
quietly, actually remembering when they were little demonlets and
Obi-Wan had
done this for Vader, held his hair back and let him vomit and gave
him water to clean out his mouth.

‘Ben’
huffed lightly but didn’t deny it as he let ‘Anakin’ tuck him
back under.

So
far they
hadn’t really had any issue with the other being human but this was
the first time they had seen him sick, especially sick caused by
demon things.

‘We
need to keep to herbs and meat I think, demon blood is a step too far
obviously.’ Vader thought as he continued to run his fingers
through the damp hair that was darkened by moisture.

‘Ben’
did look more peaceful now though, his eyes closed and the furrow of
his face easing out as Vader continued stroking slowly and steadily
with no intention of stopping anytime soon as it provided Obi-Wan
with some much needed rest and relaxation for his system. “…Do
you want some tea? Grandpa Yan,” Oh it was so odd to call the old
geezer that. “Sent over some of that tea you and he had last time
you were over.” He tacked on gently.

Humming
faintly, Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed a bit before he opened his eyes
and smiled up at the other with a small nod. “That does sound nice
and I enjoyed that tea, it had a faintly sweet after flavor which
might help my stomach actually.” He mused thoughtfully.

Nodding,
Vader hesitated before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the
others forehead and then standing. “Then give me a few minutes and
there will be tea and in a few hours we’ll try with those dry rice
crackers Jocasta suggested.” He pretended not to see Obi-Wan flush
up like a christmas light as he headed for the kitchen.

Though
to be fair, throwing
up as he did, ‘Ben’ was already flushed.

Still…

His
expression, doe eyed and flushing was really something Vader approved
of as he pulled out a cup.

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Glancing
up at the other, Obi-Wan raised his brow when he saw the thoughtful
look on his fellow padawan’s face. “What’s up?” He questioned
with a raised brow of his own, snapping Anakin out of his thought
process.

The
blond rubbed his neck with a sheepish expression. “I was just
thinking how you’re really like… so much older than me.” Anakin
face turned bemused.

Raising
both his brows, Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest. “Alright
then…”

“But
physically you’re only at tops three years older than me or more
like two really,” The other continued. “Which makes our age
difference not that ba-”

Cutting
off the other by grabbing him by the front of his tunic and dragging
him down, Obi-Wan did what he had wanted from the start and planted a
kiss on the others lips, feeling Anakin flail for a moment before
melt as he shifted to accommodate for Obi-Wan’s shorter height,
fitting their lips more together.

The
moment dragged on and then Obi-Wan shifted back, letting go of
Anakin’s front. “…Well?” He raised a brow, knowing that was what Anakin had been inching towards with the whole age difference bantha fodder.

“…That
was totally better than the one me and Dara shared when we were
fifteen.” Anakin muttered, kind of daze eyed.

Rolling
his eyes and hiding the amusement he was feeling, Obi-Wan grabbed the
others wrist and
continued towards his and Mace quarters, ignoring the amused
expression of the knight’s who were in the hallway when Obi-Wan
grabbed the blond. “Idiot.”
He muttered fondly as they headed through the hall.

Obi-Wan
just ignored the knights,
knowing people would gossip regardless.

And
anyhow, no
one was about to talk about attachment when it came to him, he had
literally died once before and people were leery of upsetting him or
Mace, who had apparently gained something of a reputation of being
protective when it came to the redhead.

Something
Obi-Wan could appreciate because honestly, he had a lot of
conflicting emotions when it came to the master’s who had once
approved of his Bandomeer trip and his early sending to the Agricore
which
had also sent him to an early grave.

He
wasn’t about to forget that.

And
he had made it apparent more than once.

Especially
to Yoda.

Obi-Wan
was the proof of the man’s ability to commit heinous mistakes,
mistakes that normally couldn’t be fixed and that was something he
shouldn’t forget and if that meant that Obi-Wan occasionally had to
roll his eyes and ask if he died this time he’d get a nice funeral
and his body put in stasis instead of having another cloned body
given to him.

And
yes, he had said that.

Word
for word to the faces of the council members.

Mace
had looked worriedly like he was constipated at the time with his
hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulders but pride was the only thing the
master of the order was emitting as he held onto his padawan.

There
was also the little fact that Obi-Wan was actually still in minor
contact with the cosmic Force though it was hard to keep a hold on,
not that Obi-Wan minded because he didn’t think the cosmic Force
was something the living should have true grasp on.

Finally
reaching the quarters with
a relieved hum and Anakin still floating along behind him,
Obi-Wan opened the door with his palm and smiled when Mace instantly
greeted him, Quinlan pulling off one of those confetti poppers and
Master Qui-Gon laughing as Mace scolded the man and told him he was
cleaning the confetti.

And
then Obi-Wan was laughing too because Mace had gotten him a
lightsaber shaped cake with blue and gray icing. “You… master
what in the world?” He laughed as he entered, still pulling a
goofily grinning Anakin by the wrist into the quarters as he eyed the
cake with amusement while hoping it was made of chocolate.

Mace
smirked, stepping closer to him. “Well, you did say as long as it
wasn’t shaped like a
training droid…” He trailed off, tone teasing before raising his
hands and grasping Obi-Wan’s braid, giving it a fond little tug.
Settling, letting go of Anakin’s wrist finally, Obi-Wan smiled as
the man braided a blue, round bead at the end of his braid with a
white Jedi sigil marking.

Mace
had always given his main gifts in private, like the year he gave
Obi-Wan a weighted blanket, but he also gave him a small gift at the
party the redhead had and this year it was one of his beads clearly,
earned and approved of by his master.

Leaning
in, Mace pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, sun shining into the
quarters with the gathered guest cheering quite happily and Anakin
trying not to be tackled by Garen who wanted to discuss ship
improvements with the padawan. “Happy birthday padawan.” Mace
whispered, giving him a brief hug.

“Thank
you master.” Obi-Wan smiled happily before turning his attention on
the cake.

And
for anyone wondering, it was indeed chocolate with salted caramel
filling, Obi-Wan’s favorite.

‘My
master is the best.’

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Glancing
up at the other, Obi-Wan raised his brow when he saw the thoughtful
look on his fellow padawan’s face. “What’s up?” He questioned
with a raised brow of his own, snapping Anakin out of his thought
process.

The
blond rubbed his neck with a sheepish expression. “I was just
thinking how you’re really like… so much older than me.” Anakin
face turned bemused.

Raising
both his brows, Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest. “Alright
then…”

“But
physically you’re only at tops three years older than me or more
like two really,” The other continued. “Which makes our age
difference not that ba-”

Cutting
off the other by grabbing him by the front of his tunic and dragging
him down, Obi-Wan did what he had wanted from the start and planted a
kiss on the others lips, feeling Anakin flail for a moment before
melt as he shifted to accommodate for Obi-Wan’s shorter height,
fitting their lips more together.

The
moment dragged on and then Obi-Wan shifted back, letting go of
Anakin’s front. “…Well?” He raised a brow, knowing that was what Anakin had been inching towards with the whole age difference bantha fodder.

“…That
was totally better than the one me and Dara shared when we were
fifteen.” Anakin muttered, kind of daze eyed.

Rolling
his eyes and hiding the amusement he was feeling, Obi-Wan grabbed the
others wrist and
continued towards his and Mace quarters, ignoring the amused
expression of the knight’s who were in the hallway when Obi-Wan
grabbed the blond. “Idiot.”
He muttered fondly as they headed through the hall.

Obi-Wan
just ignored the knights,
knowing people would gossip regardless.

And
anyhow, no
one was about to talk about attachment when it came to him, he had
literally died once before and people were leery of upsetting him or
Mace, who had apparently gained something of a reputation of being
protective when it came to the redhead.

Something
Obi-Wan could appreciate because honestly, he had a lot of
conflicting emotions when it came to the master’s who had once
approved of his Bandomeer trip and his early sending to the Agricore
which
had also sent him to an early grave.

He
wasn’t about to forget that.

And
he had made it apparent more than once.

Especially
to Yoda.

Obi-Wan
was the proof of the man’s ability to commit heinous mistakes,
mistakes that normally couldn’t be fixed and that was something he
shouldn’t forget and if that meant that Obi-Wan occasionally had to
roll his eyes and ask if he died this time he’d get a nice funeral
and his body put in stasis instead of having another cloned body
given to him.

And
yes, he had said that.

Word
for word to the faces of the council members.

Mace
had looked worriedly like he was constipated at the time with his
hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulders but pride was the only thing the
master of the order was emitting as he held onto his padawan.

There
was also the little fact that Obi-Wan was actually still in minor
contact with the cosmic Force though it was hard to keep a hold on,
not that Obi-Wan minded because he didn’t think the cosmic Force
was something the living should have true grasp on.

Finally
reaching the quarters with
a relieved hum and Anakin still floating along behind him,
Obi-Wan opened the door with his palm and smiled when Mace instantly
greeted him, Quinlan pulling off one of those confetti poppers and
Master Qui-Gon laughing as Mace scolded the man and told him he was
cleaning the confetti.

And
then Obi-Wan was laughing too because Mace had gotten him a
lightsaber shaped cake with blue and gray icing. “You… master
what in the world?” He laughed as he entered, still pulling a
goofily grinning Anakin by the wrist into the quarters as he eyed the
cake with amusement while hoping it was made of chocolate.

Mace
smirked, stepping closer to him. “Well, you did say as long as it
wasn’t shaped like a
training droid…” He trailed off, tone teasing before raising his
hands and grasping Obi-Wan’s braid, giving it a fond little tug.
Settling, letting go of Anakin’s wrist finally, Obi-Wan smiled as
the man braided a blue, round bead at the end of his braid with a
white Jedi sigil marking.

Mace
had always given his main gifts in private, like the year he gave
Obi-Wan a weighted blanket, but he also gave him a small gift at the
party the redhead had and this year it was one of his beads clearly,
earned and approved of by his master.

Leaning
in, Mace pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, sun shining into the
quarters with the gathered guest cheering quite happily and Anakin
trying not to be tackled by Garen who wanted to discuss ship
improvements with the padawan. “Happy birthday padawan.” Mace
whispered, giving him a brief hug.

“Thank
you master.” Obi-Wan smiled happily before turning his attention on
the cake.

And
for anyone wondering, it was indeed chocolate with salted caramel
filling, Obi-Wan’s favorite.

‘My
master is the best.’

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Helping
his former master up, Anakin smiled gently at the other as
Obi-Wan’s brows remained furrowed even as he shot the younger man a
grateful smile.
“I can tell what you’re thinking but please, stop.” He
murmured, quite aware that the others were lingering.

Obi-Wan
shot him a startled look at
that,
sloping a bit on his cane which made him seem shorter. “I have no
idea wh-”

“You’re
blaming yourself for
not seeing Palpatine for what he was and what he was doing towards
me,”
Anakin cut in easily, raising a brow when Obi-Wan went mute while
shoving his own complicated emotions down about the Chancellor.
“Right, like that. Honestly Obi-Wan, I know you. But you couldn’t
have known what…” He sighed deeply, glancing away, still holding
onto Obi-Wan’s elbow as he thought about how to say it. “…Obi-Wan,
no one caught onto what he was, he’s been here for a long time. I
don’t blame you.” He settled on, looking down at the other,
squeezing the elbow in his grip.

Obi-Wan
stared up at him. “…He was gaslighting you for years.”
The
man whispered, shaking a bit before taking a sharp breath that he
held and then let go slowly.

Humming
faintly, Anakin tugged his master to start walking, them leaving
after the others who made their best to look like they weren’t
listening. “And? I know, the betrayal and manipulation burns like
acid in my throat but… you aren’t to blame. You didn’t know.”
Anakin huffed a deep breath out, wishing he was laying against
Padme’s chest with his cheek resting on her breast, wishing
for the comfort of her arms and the sound of hear heartbeat and the
feeling of her swelling stomach below his hand.

“…So
many years and I was responsible for you Anakin, I can’t help but
feel guilty for that with what we now know.” Obi-Wan murmured as he
leaned more on Anakin’s arm for support than the cane he was given
after
his brain surgery.

Stopping,
Anakin glanced down at the other before sloping down and wrapping his
arms around the other Jedi, hugging him tightly to feel Obi-Wan’s
more slender body with the loss of muscle mass since the start of
this whole debacle where he was shot in the head. “Well, you’re
not perfect and neither am I, so how about we agree to not try being
that since it would drive us insane and instead forgive each others?”
Anakin whispered, into the others ear, feeling the sun through a
window in the hallway, watching the Rotunda through it.

Shaking
arms came up around him slowly, clinging to him. “…Mutual
forgiveness? I think I can do that.” Obi-Wan chuckled faintly,
pressing his nose into Anakin’s shoulder with a deep breath
expelling from him as if weight was taken off his shoulders.

Anakin
hoped that helped, that Obi-Wan wouldn’t torture himself with the
information they now had because Obi-Wan didn’t need more issues
than he already had.

Actually…

Anakin
had the perfect distraction in mind and he knew that Obi-Wan and the
person he was thinking of would appriciate the chance.

Straightening,
Anakin turned. “Commander Cody?” He called for the man, grinning
when Cody instantly disengaged from his conversation with Plo to move
to their side, the trooper looking his former General over before
looking up at Anakin.

“Sir?”
He raised a brow.

“Anakin
what ar-”

Cutting
the redhead off, Anakin beamed at Cody. “I was intending to go out,
get some fresh air, let my mind relax,” He pretended not to notice
Obi-Wan rolling his eyes at the unsubtle way of Anakin wanting to
escape to Padme. “So would you escort Master Kenobi to his quarters
and potentially make a cup of tea for him?” He requested hopefully.

“Anakin,
I can make a cup of tea!” Obi-Wan fussed only to shut up when Cody
offered his arm to him.

“I
wouldn’t mind going with you General, would be a nice way to catch
up…” Cody trailed off before smiling slightly when Obi-Wan slowly
took his arm. “And I do still remember how to make your tea sir.”
He tacked on with a small chuckle.

Smiling
wryly, Obi-Wan squeezed Cody’s arm while following the commander.
“Now that I don’t doubt… thank you though Cody, you don’t
have t-” The two disappeared around the corner and Anakin grinned
brightly to himself and shrugged when Windu gave him a long look and
Adi started cackling in amusement.

Sometimes,
being blunt was the best manner to go about.

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Helping
his former master up, Anakin smiled gently at the other as
Obi-Wan’s brows remained furrowed even as he shot the younger man a
grateful smile.
“I can tell what you’re thinking but please, stop.” He
murmured, quite aware that the others were lingering.

Obi-Wan
shot him a startled look at
that,
sloping a bit on his cane which made him seem shorter. “I have no
idea wh-”

“You’re
blaming yourself for
not seeing Palpatine for what he was and what he was doing towards
me,”
Anakin cut in easily, raising a brow when Obi-Wan went mute while
shoving his own complicated emotions down about the Chancellor.
“Right, like that. Honestly Obi-Wan, I know you. But you couldn’t
have known what…” He sighed deeply, glancing away, still holding
onto Obi-Wan’s elbow as he thought about how to say it. “…Obi-Wan,
no one caught onto what he was, he’s been here for a long time. I
don’t blame you.” He settled on, looking down at the other,
squeezing the elbow in his grip.

Obi-Wan
stared up at him. “…He was gaslighting you for years.”
The
man whispered, shaking a bit before taking a sharp breath that he
held and then let go slowly.

Humming
faintly, Anakin tugged his master to start walking, them leaving
after the others who made their best to look like they weren’t
listening. “And? I know, the betrayal and manipulation burns like
acid in my throat but… you aren’t to blame. You didn’t know.”
Anakin huffed a deep breath out, wishing he was laying against
Padme’s chest with his cheek resting on her breast, wishing
for the comfort of her arms and the sound of hear heartbeat and the
feeling of her swelling stomach below his hand.

“…So
many years and I was responsible for you Anakin, I can’t help but
feel guilty for that with what we now know.” Obi-Wan murmured as he
leaned more on Anakin’s arm for support than the cane he was given
after
his brain surgery.

Stopping,
Anakin glanced down at the other before sloping down and wrapping his
arms around the other Jedi, hugging him tightly to feel Obi-Wan’s
more slender body with the loss of muscle mass since the start of
this whole debacle where he was shot in the head. “Well, you’re
not perfect and neither am I, so how about we agree to not try being
that since it would drive us insane and instead forgive each others?”
Anakin whispered, into the others ear, feeling the sun through a
window in the hallway, watching the Rotunda through it.

Shaking
arms came up around him slowly, clinging to him. “…Mutual
forgiveness? I think I can do that.” Obi-Wan chuckled faintly,
pressing his nose into Anakin’s shoulder with a deep breath
expelling from him as if weight was taken off his shoulders.

Anakin
hoped that helped, that Obi-Wan wouldn’t torture himself with the
information they now had because Obi-Wan didn’t need more issues
than he already had.

Actually…

Anakin
had the perfect distraction in mind and he knew that Obi-Wan and the
person he was thinking of would appriciate the chance.

Straightening,
Anakin turned. “Commander Cody?” He called for the man, grinning
when Cody instantly disengaged from his conversation with Plo to move
to their side, the trooper looking his former General over before
looking up at Anakin.

“Sir?”
He raised a brow.

“Anakin
what ar-”

Cutting
the redhead off, Anakin beamed at Cody. “I was intending to go out,
get some fresh air, let my mind relax,” He pretended not to notice
Obi-Wan rolling his eyes at the unsubtle way of Anakin wanting to
escape to Padme. “So would you escort Master Kenobi to his quarters
and potentially make a cup of tea for him?” He requested hopefully.

“Anakin,
I can make a cup of tea!” Obi-Wan fussed only to shut up when Cody
offered his arm to him.

“I
wouldn’t mind going with you General, would be a nice way to catch
up…” Cody trailed off before smiling slightly when Obi-Wan slowly
took his arm. “And I do still remember how to make your tea sir.”
He tacked on with a small chuckle.

Smiling
wryly, Obi-Wan squeezed Cody’s arm while following the commander.
“Now that I don’t doubt… thank you though Cody, you don’t
have t-” The two disappeared around the corner and Anakin grinned
brightly to himself and shrugged when Windu gave him a long look and
Adi started cackling in amusement.

Sometimes,
being blunt was the best manner to go about.

Obi in pain! Ani has a little crush or is it a big crush?

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Opening
his eyes slowly, Anakin stared sleepily at his bedroom ceiling only
to smile lazily as he smelled flatcakes first thing in the morning.

Qui-Gon
must have woken up early and decided to be kind.

Only…

A
frown started to scrunch Anakin’s face up cause he could hear
Qui-Gon’s deep snoring through the wall because of the man’s
broken nose. But that would mean that…

Slinging
himself out of the bed while being suddenly very awake, Anakin jabbed
his feet into his slippers and hurriedly made his way out of his
bedroom towards the kitchenette.

That
would mean that Obi-Wan was the one cooking.

His
theory was confirmed when he stood in the kitchenette doorway but he
froze when he saw the other man, eyes wide.

Anakin’s
mouth felt dry as he continued watching the
other Jedi who
was standing with his back to Anakin..

The
other was wearing Anakin’s black tunic, tied shut with his own sash
but it was Anakin’s tunic clearly because it was black, the sleeves
were hanging down over the hands, far past the wrists, the hems
hanging down the knees instead of over the thighs and just…

Obi-Wan
was
wearing Anakin’s tunic and for some reason that was really
important, made Anakin’s mouth dry, made his body feel warm, sent
butterflies through his stomach as he stared at Obi-Wan quietly
arrange breakfast at the counter with a sleepy look on his face and
his hair in a disarray.

There
was a stack of flatcakes, a bowl where the rest of the batter was and
a sleepy Obi-Wan.

Anakin
could imagine slipping behind Obi-Wan, wrapping his arms around him
and kissing the sleepy man’s neck, pressing in against the man who
was only wearing boxers and Anakin’s tunic, feeling the others
warmth and bare skin while greeting him good morning and whelp, there
went the blood down south which wasn’t too bad because of Anakin’s
loose sleep pants but
STILL!

Finally
Anakin managed to clear his throat, causing Obi-Wan to jump a bit and
turn, the other blinking slightly before
smiling sleepily. “Good morning Anakin, I didn’t hear you there.”
He yawned a bit.

“Good
morning, I heard kitchen noises.” Anakin left his statement
hanging, brow raising slightly as he tried to ignore the all to
interested dick in his loose pants because, yes, he was still liking
Obi-Wan in his tunic.

Flustering,
Obi-Wan rubbed the back of his hand that was not holding the spatula.
“I…
alright, I woke up because of my side contracting and the pain… I’m
sorry Anakin,” He mumbled when a puppy dog look crossed the other’s
face. “I just didn’t want to disturb you when you were both
sleeping so peacefully.” Obi-Wan explained.

Grunting
a bit, Anakin sighed then closed the distance, placing his hand on
Obi-Wan’s side with a deep frown as he slipper himself into the
Force. It was easier than ever to access Obi-Wan’s pain and
siphoning it away.

Master
Luminara was a wonderful teacher and Anakin could to this now in the
middle of a war or politician chaos driven party if need be thanks to
her taking them to the salle to train Anakin to ignore the
distractions going on around them.

At
least that focus had the added benefit of his half erection fading
away.

Slowly
he felt Obi-Wan relax against his hand as the pain faded off and the
older man smiled gratefully at him before patting Anakin’s head.
“Thank you… how about we two eat while they’re still hot,
there’s more batter for once Qui-Gon wakes up but he went off with
Micah and Mace last night and had a few glasses of that awful herb
liquor he likes so much.” He chuckled.

Grimacing
heavily, Anakin nodded. “I thought his snores were deeper than
usual. Yikes, that explains it,” He took a fresh plate and took a
few of the flatcakes for himself. “I still have no idea how he
drinks that awful stuff.” Anakin shook his head.

“You
and me both Anakin.” Obi-Wan chortled, fetching the fruit syrup
from the fridge for them, smiling warmly which had low heat centering
in Anakin’s stomach and butterflies appearing.

‘…He’s
so pretty when he’s happy…’

Obi in pain! Ani has a little crush or is it a big crush?

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Opening
his eyes slowly, Anakin stared sleepily at his bedroom ceiling only
to smile lazily as he smelled flatcakes first thing in the morning.

Qui-Gon
must have woken up early and decided to be kind.

Only…

A
frown started to scrunch Anakin’s face up cause he could hear
Qui-Gon’s deep snoring through the wall because of the man’s
broken nose. But that would mean that…

Slinging
himself out of the bed while being suddenly very awake, Anakin jabbed
his feet into his slippers and hurriedly made his way out of his
bedroom towards the kitchenette.

That
would mean that Obi-Wan was the one cooking.

His
theory was confirmed when he stood in the kitchenette doorway but he
froze when he saw the other man, eyes wide.

Anakin’s
mouth felt dry as he continued watching the
other Jedi who
was standing with his back to Anakin..

The
other was wearing Anakin’s black tunic, tied shut with his own sash
but it was Anakin’s tunic clearly because it was black, the sleeves
were hanging down over the hands, far past the wrists, the hems
hanging down the knees instead of over the thighs and just…

Obi-Wan
was
wearing Anakin’s tunic and for some reason that was really
important, made Anakin’s mouth dry, made his body feel warm, sent
butterflies through his stomach as he stared at Obi-Wan quietly
arrange breakfast at the counter with a sleepy look on his face and
his hair in a disarray.

There
was a stack of flatcakes, a bowl where the rest of the batter was and
a sleepy Obi-Wan.

Anakin
could imagine slipping behind Obi-Wan, wrapping his arms around him
and kissing the sleepy man’s neck, pressing in against the man who
was only wearing boxers and Anakin’s tunic, feeling the others
warmth and bare skin while greeting him good morning and whelp, there
went the blood down south which wasn’t too bad because of Anakin’s
loose sleep pants but
STILL!

Finally
Anakin managed to clear his throat, causing Obi-Wan to jump a bit and
turn, the other blinking slightly before
smiling sleepily. “Good morning Anakin, I didn’t hear you there.”
He yawned a bit.

“Good
morning, I heard kitchen noises.” Anakin left his statement
hanging, brow raising slightly as he tried to ignore the all to
interested dick in his loose pants because, yes, he was still liking
Obi-Wan in his tunic.

Flustering,
Obi-Wan rubbed the back of his hand that was not holding the spatula.
“I…
alright, I woke up because of my side contracting and the pain… I’m
sorry Anakin,” He mumbled when a puppy dog look crossed the other’s
face. “I just didn’t want to disturb you when you were both
sleeping so peacefully.” Obi-Wan explained.

Grunting
a bit, Anakin sighed then closed the distance, placing his hand on
Obi-Wan’s side with a deep frown as he slipper himself into the
Force. It was easier than ever to access Obi-Wan’s pain and
siphoning it away.

Master
Luminara was a wonderful teacher and Anakin could to this now in the
middle of a war or politician chaos driven party if need be thanks to
her taking them to the salle to train Anakin to ignore the
distractions going on around them.

At
least that focus had the added benefit of his half erection fading
away.

Slowly
he felt Obi-Wan relax against his hand as the pain faded off and the
older man smiled gratefully at him before patting Anakin’s head.
“Thank you… how about we two eat while they’re still hot,
there’s more batter for once Qui-Gon wakes up but he went off with
Micah and Mace last night and had a few glasses of that awful herb
liquor he likes so much.” He chuckled.

Grimacing
heavily, Anakin nodded. “I thought his snores were deeper than
usual. Yikes, that explains it,” He took a fresh plate and took a
few of the flatcakes for himself. “I still have no idea how he
drinks that awful stuff.” Anakin shook his head.

“You
and me both Anakin.” Obi-Wan chortled, fetching the fruit syrup
from the fridge for them, smiling warmly which had low heat centering
in Anakin’s stomach and butterflies appearing.

‘…He’s
so pretty when he’s happy…’